Happy Birthday Sammy!
Happy birthday Sammy, hope you had a great day!
Sammy is out on her birthday parade in her royal carriage, and Josie and Fluff are tagging along. Josie suddenly starts experiencing some wardrobe difficulties… for some unknown reason… Sammy is nervously trying to pretend nothing is wrong to not draw attention to it in front of the crowds.
[COM] – Beach Body Jealousy 3
The moral of the story is: Never give fluff to much positive encouragement…
[COM] – Viola cosplaying as Raven
Character ©2018 ViolaZierau
ViolaZierau wanted to see their character cosplaying as Raven
Also its Viola’s birthday today, so be sure to wish them a happy birthday ^^
[COM] – Summer Adds Some Bounce To Her Step
Saria: The Blow Up Doll
So this is a fun little idea PrincessSammyXaxas is doing, whereby they drew a starting image, and you can decide what happens next.
So I gave Sammy a few options of things i’d be willing to draw and this is the one they preferred.
One day, Saria Greendale decided to take a trip to her local library. She had heard a whisper… one that spoke of a room, hidden away… but containing many ancient books. Leaping at the opportunity of increasing her intelligence Saria soon discovered a hidden door at the back of the library. As she peered inside, she saw an old, dusty room full of ancient books which looked as though they hadn’t been opened in centuries. Dust coated the many colourful leather-bound books. Some were untitled, and the ones that had titles were each rather peculiar. Books of spells and witchcraft, of old conspiracies, and of places that Saria had never even heard of, like ‘Xa-xas’.
She gazed around at the books, brushing the dust off the titles before peering along… but there was one that seemed to catch her attention… On the table, there sat a brown, leather bound book with a strange golden symbol at the front. It was quite large, and wrapped in rusted metal chains… She couldn’t understand why, but it only peaked her curiosity further.
Saria slowly removed the chains, picked up the book, grasped it at either side, and slowly opened it. As she did, she felt a mighty breeze rush into the room. All of a sudden, the pages began to randomly flicker open, until she found herself gazing at page 439. Upon the page, there were many strange markings and symbols; all of which were alien to her. There was also some rather crude drawings too… drawings of… an over-exaggerated female form
Runes began to fly off the page, each strange symbol… beginning to make sense. Her mind began to expand at an alarming rate, as she tried to comprehend the scale of her discovery… but it was incomprehensible! The scale and the power of these beings; gods capable of weaving and altering all of reality with a mere flick of a wrist. She began to understand everything; the scale of the universe, the reason for her existence… she tried to look away but she couldn’t close her eyes, nor could she move her hands. She was paralysed, as she learned of cosmic secrets that no mortal should ever know about… and it was too much.
The knowledge was too much for her; as the runes began to twist and swirl around her. Her human form was becoming unstable, as she kept processing this information. She felt as though her soul was being stretched and torn to pieces; each experiencing a different reality from this point… The runes began to coat her body, as she felt her form beginning to warp and change, unable to control it… the knowledge was entering her and seemed to be pushing her essence out.
Slowly her skin changed before her eyes, blemishes disappearing before being replaced with an artificial shiny hue, her arms rose into a fixed L position, leaving her unable to close the book. As more and more runes flew out of the book and into her, her breasts began to inflate like twin orbs beneath her green sweater, her waist being pinched impossibly thin as if being squeezed by an invisible hand. More and more knowledge flowed from the book filling her hollow body as she dropped to the floor on her now plushy rear, bouncing into the corner of the room as her legs rose, leaving her feeling very exposed.
She got bigger and puffier as she watched on helplessly. A feeling of fullness started to rise as she could contain no more knowledge and a strange tingling her arose within her bellybutton. With a slight pop, an inflation valve rose out of her stomach, ending her inflation. The knowledge of the book continued to swirl from the book wrapping around her and licking her like flames. But she could do nothing, for she was now just an empty storage vessel for this knowledge with no way of using it, or thinking of anything other than how sensitive her tightly inflated body now was, waiting, perhaps hoping for someone to find her…
This is a piece I’ve been working on in the background for a while now (as those who watch the livestreams will know
). It’s my interpretation of a story I read a long long time ago written by Inflate123 which is a slightly different take on the Cinderella story. I recommend you go and read it if this image interests you: Airy Tales: Cindairella
This is a short excerpt from the story that this image is an attempt to capture:
“Her godmother–oh, did we mention she’s got a godmother?–her godmother, who saw her all in tears, asked her what was the matter. “I wish I could…I wish I could…” was all she managed to stammer before she fell a crying again. Her godmother–oh, did we mention her godmother was a fairy, too?–her godmother, who was a fairy, said to her, “You wish you could go to the ball? Spit it out, dearie.” “Y-yes,” said Cindairella, with a great sob that almost made her fall a crying again, but it turned out that it was less a fall and more of a stumble. “Well,” said her godmother–oh, did we mention that her godmother has enormous breasts? I mean, we’re talking massive mammaries, the size of varying sports equipment–“Well,” she said, “be a good girl and stop being a victim, and we’ll see what we can arrange. Beer?” The fairy godmother thrust a glass-encased malt beverage in Cindairella’s direction, which the girl politely declined. “More for me,” the older woman laughed, opening the bottle with her teeth.
Then she took Cindy into her chamber and said to her, “Go into the garden and bring me a pompion.” Cindairella ran to the garden but realized she had no fucking idea what a pompion was, so she headed to the fireplace instead and brought back the bellows–it was, after all, the only thing that brought her pleasure, and the only item in the house she was allowed to touch without prior permission anyway. When she returned, her godmother–who, with breasts so huge, could more appropriately be called a dairy godmother–saw the bellows and realized that Cindairella didn’t know what a pompion was either. “I said a pompion, not a pump–but whatever, we’ll improvise,” she muttered. Taking a few gulps from her beer for courage, she struck the bellows with her wand.
A golden, magical sparkle–or was it a sparkly, golden magic?–encircled the object, and the bellows were overcome with gilt. The godmother grabbed the handles of the bellows and started pumping forcefully. Within moments an object began to emerge from the tip; as she continued to pump, the object swelled larger and larger, slowly taking the shape of a beautiful rounded carriage. It sparkled like a white pearlized party balloon–which, of course, it was. “These inflated spheroid transports are much easier to create than the vegetable variety I used to use,” she mused, as Cindairella looked on in awe.
Realizing that there were no horses to draw the carriage, the fairy quickly pumped out a few long, sausage-style balloons and, a few twists and squeaks later, had created six horses to draw the carriage. “Balloon animals, of course!” beamed the godmother, and with a whiff from the bellows, brought them all to animated life. “This carriage will do the job,” she announced, “but I would ditch the stiletto heels if I were you.”
Upon mentioning this, the now-airy godmother realized that Cindy wore no footwear at all and looked a shambles (not to be confused with a crying). With a wave of her wand, the godmother transformed Cindairella’s tattered rags to a glistening gown, bedeck’d with rubies and sapphires. On her feet were sensible flats. “I tried the ‘glass slippers’ bit once,” her godmother explained, “but believe me–one jitterbug and you’d be picking shards outta your feet for days,”
The secular fairy, opening a Foster’s, then said to Cindairella, “Well, you’ve got the dress, the transport, safe shoes…you’re equipped. Are we cool?” “Oh yes,” said she, “but for one exceedingly small equipage problem…” Her voice trailed off as she glanced downward, for as her stepsisters had predicted, her breasts could not possibly fill the bust of the gown created for her. “Fear not,” the godmother smiled. “You’ll like this.”
The godmother waved her wand and Cindairella’s petticoats lifted as if by a strong and very determined breeze. The bellows then sprang to life, flying as if a bird, swooping beneath the layers and burrowing between Cindy’s legs. As Cindy’s face reflected her shock, the bellows began to work themselves back and forth, as they had so many times before. The feeling Cindairella was not accustomed to, however, was the sense of movement within her body, the feeling that she was herself a changing shape. As she glanced down, her breasts began to grow, pumping larger and larger with the air from the bellows, causing Cindairella to gasp just slightly and shudder quite noticeably. A tingle filled her body as the air filled her bosom. Larger she grew, surprised to see her own body inflating like a balloon, her chest growing larger with each moment. After some minutes, the bellows stopped their magic and Cindairella had been transformed into a busty hussy in waiting. The dress fit perfectly, and her breasts were perfectly enormous. She looked damned good.”
A Very Cozy Christmas
This is the second Christmas raffle prize won by BioYuGi. They wanted to see Bio, Lessien, Chrissy and Nami enjoying a cozy Christmas opening their prezzies. Bio got some nice new panties, Lessien got a cute little tentacle plushie, Chrissy got a new bimbo bra and Nami got a cow themed milk pump.
Hope you all have an excellent Christmas and I’ll see you again in the new year ^^/