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I like bigs, bellies, and the growth it takes to get there pfp and banner by @khaithebear.bsky.social

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Have been trying to write, but a problem I'm finding is I can come up with descriptive ideas and scenarios but can't really put them together in a narrative. Might more just stick to shower thought posts for now.

ough, saw a pic using sort of a living space for macro and making me want another something like that slow growth using living spaces again instead of a character. Just a bit more this time because I want more of the coziness of that space

Now the hard part will be to make my way around town, avoiding crumbling concrete underneath my weight and accidentally breaking nearby structures with my hips or tail. It's hard to keep track of it all when the spaces around you can't seem to maintain a consistent size

Should I keep some of these growy thoughts as little shower thoughts or stick them to threads, or should I try to write up lil story bits I can make into short-story posts. But if so, where would I be posting them (As I know text limits in posts and alt-text would be too short)

Idea fixing itself in my head: growth with a bit of memory revision to it. Like the character and those perceiving the character will remember them always being at that new size, much to awkward interactions or navigating their living spaces

The Queen luring you in with the sweet enticing smell from her lair, getting closer it makes your mind fuzzier around the edges and harder to think straight. By the time you see her, it's too late to really make a rational decision about what to do next.

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Did you always have a big, swollen tail- err gaster? And you certainly didn't have two pairs of arms, but the extra limbs do certainly help to explore your body's...changes? No, they were always like this, you just needed to reassure yourself in this mental fog.

The Queen luring you in with the sweet enticing smell from her lair, getting closer it makes your mind fuzzier around the edges and harder to think straight. By the time you see her, it's too late to really make a rational decision about what to do next.

She'd get close, either by approaching her or her to you, and blow a rich cloud of the saccharine scent in your face, putting everything into a soft daze and making her words soft, comforting, but most importantly- hard to resist. Not as if they were all that bad, she simply asks one thing: drink...

It would be simply a formal kiss from an insect royal, but it's also filling. With the rich nectar known to honeypot ants, as it rushes down your throat, filling your gut and beyond. Swelling more and more, and in the dreamlike haze of the pheromones, you'd not even notice when it happened-

Thinking but dunno how to really fit in an image: A slow but gradual growth. Imperceptible outside of the snug clothing getting taut or faint groans and creaks of the body drawing itself to its limits and beyond. Much like the sound you'd hear from the large trees in a quiet forest.

I love me some gentle touch tf: running a hand along a cheek as it drags out into a muzzle, a gentle boop of the nose that springs into a snout, rubbing and tugging the ears out longer, a gentle caress down the spine giving you goosebumps that radiate fur growth and continues down pulling out a tail