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Anonymous asked:

I demand you delete this blog! Its awful what you are doing to all of these innocent people! I might be a simple farmer but my cousin is a lawyer and he will help me put you behind bars!!!


Well, if the FBI can’t do anything about me, and the laws of nature don’t apply to me, how do you think a small-town lawyer is going to make any difference? God, for a supposedly smart species, humans are pretty darn thick. Behind bars…. you people make me laugh and laugh and laugh.

Let’s just get one thing out of the way here. No-one is innocent. Especially not the cunts that I’ve changed into bimbo and living sex dolls.

People are flawed, and in our entire history there is not a person out there who is truly innocent because the concepts of right and wrong are relative to each person’s perception. Take you for example. You keep living beings as slaves and you extract their fluids and sell them for a profit. I find that quite awful… but do I march onto your farm and demand you stop? NO.

Well… up until now, no.

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See, I’ve always found dairy to be quite barbaric and stange. Humans need cow milk about as much as they need giraffe milk, but because idiots in the 60s believed everything they heard in advertising, and idiots since then believed everything their parents told them, we now have a world where more people drink cow lactate than human lactate.

And you and I are going to change that. From now on, your boobies are going to match your entire farm’s output. Not all at once, but they’ll keep filling and filling until they’ve matched the amount that you’ve pumped from those poor cows. And if you don’t get that far, don’t worry, they’ll just add it to your backlog… You’re going to find yourself quite backed up quite quickly.

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And just so you can truly experience what it is that you put those animals through, I’m going to hire some bulls to breed you. You might be scrubbing the floor with hazardous chemicals, just going about your day, and hey presto! There’s a big strong bull impregnating you! No warning, no permission asked, just yo, breeding time! Its funny though, you’ll start to crave it… you’ll spend your days milking yourself and pining for the next bull… but since someone else is in charge of your breeding schedule, and your feelings aren’t taken into account at all… You won’t get satisfaction when you want it… just when it’s convenient for my schedule.

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I know what you’re gonna say “The cows like it!”… “they love being milked!”. First of all. You can’t talk to animals, so don’t give me that shit. Secondly…. So will you! Ever had a super-sensitive pleasurable part of your body pass delicious liquid creamy through it all day? Because you’re about to. And it will feel so good on every tug, on every pull, on every suckle… you’ll get addicted to the pleasure of being milked quite quickly… and then you’ll be able to see whether or not that kind of life is enjoyable.

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So enjoy your life, simple farmer. Dairy is about to get hella complicated for you.

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Anonymous asked:

I don't know what's been going on but ever since I found your blog (6 months ago) things have been changing in my life... my hair has been growing longer and changing to an impossible Orange... I've been getting sensations in places that I usually don't get sensations, I've been looking at my male co-workers a lot more and well... I'm not attracted to woman any more. So my question is, have you been altering my life for the past six months?

Well, I’m sorry to say, but sometimes I just zap people with slow release changes that happen over time. People that piss me off, ya know? Maybe someone that cunt in front of me in line, or threw a soda bottle out of their window, or just general douchebaggery. Since you’re a little Anonymous Andy, I have no way of knowing whether or not you’re one of these people, but just in case you are… This is what you might expect.

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Your changes do sound a little similar to a fun little time-release curse I like to inflict on people called “Scarlett Fever”. Well, not the hair growing longer part… that’s just hair doing what it does. But the orange part? Yeah, that sounds like me. It means the cursed can’t blend into the background, they tend to stand out in a crowd. Their nipples start becoming more and more on their mind (those are the “sensations” you’ve been feeling right?). The nerves in them are multiplying at a massive rate, to the point where eventually your nips will be your main erogenous zone… At the moment they’re just testing themselves, in the next few weeks you’ll start feeling massive spikes of sensations as they dig their way into your brain.. Expect a few unexpected orgasms as they settle themselves into your nervous system…. There might also be some….. “localized swelling” in that area, and I should also mention, small spots will start appearing on your face as a marking system… I installed it so I could see how many changes were happening. It didn’t work, because of course there’s waaaay to many to quickly count…, but hey, it looked cute so I couldn’t be bothered removing it!

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The other big part of it, is you’re going to lose any interest in competition, in winning, in being equal… Scarlett Fever removes all these feelings, leaving its target a naturally obedient submissive. You’ll find yourself compelled to obey orders, to please anyone and everyone around you… you’ll even notice when people are trying to get a peek at your changing body, and your first, most powerful instinct will be to show them what they want to see and please them in any way you can.

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Of course…this is all theoretical. IF it’s my curse you’re dealing with. Sometimes lesser RA’s (that’s reality alterers to the uneducated) just like to fuck with people, and you’re just unlucky. Pretty easy way to tell though… By any chance have you yelled at a retail worker lately? Maybe loudly sent something back at a restaurant and DEMANDED your waitress bend to your will as the customer? Maybe you should try just being nicer to people, and see what happens? Suck some of those cocks you seem to have your eye on, bend over nicely for a few people who want to use you… maybe it’ll go away on its own?

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You wake up one morning to some…. Unexpected changes. For one thing, there’s a man you’ve never met before sitting at the end of your bed. For another thing, this isn’t even your bed you’ve woken up in. Or your room. Or your body.

You look down and are stunned to see what a fake plastic Cali bimbo must see in the mirror every morning. Taught, ripe female flesh, massive fake boobies topped with raging hard nipples, topped again with huge, thick piercings. Below that, you don’t know. But you can guess. You cant see past your own enormous tits to your crotch, but you can feel something there. Something warm, soft, and achingly empty…

You stare blankly at your new chest, for a moment, lost for words. You distantly wonder if you should be wondering if this is a dream…. But somehow the thought gets lost in the breeze between your ears.. as your hand woozily reaches towards your aching nipple….

“I do apologise for the inconvenience, but I need settle a bet with a friend, so I need to borrow you and your body for a few days or so. You’ll feel a little disorientation to start with… But eventually you’ll acclimate and regain your full motor functions.”

You slowly blink and let this information sink in trying to draw conclusions about what all this means. It takes a while. Thinking is sooooo slooooow…. Like wading through a swamp of cotton candeee….. Hehehehe…..

“Anyway, some things i suppose you need to be aware of. I’m sure you’ve noticed these,” he says, gesturing towards the ornate jewelry hanging from your fat pink nipples. “I discovered a new artifact set, and my friend thinks they might be cursed. See, ancient empresses didn’t fancy the idea of being burgled after they had passed on, so a few of the nasty ones made sure anyone robbing them would regret ever doing so. I think these are replicas, and as we’re reputable movers of fine plunderings…. best to catalogue correctly which ones contain which curses before we allow them into the market.”

The man chats cheerily as, (mostly to distract himself from your reaction) he unceremoniously starts to unscrew and remove the piercings from your swollen nipples. You can’t yet move properly or speak, but what’s happening in your body is mind-shattering. The metal being lightly jostled inside the holes in your flesh is like a earthquake, sending you spiralling upwards into arousal. You start panting desperately, your defenseless cunt starts twitching, pulsing, spasming… If you could move, there’s no telling how desperately, frantically you’d be fingering yourself.

“Good thing too, before I put them in, your body was quite…. different. There we are.”

The man moves his hands away, and your bulging eyes take in a new sight. He’s removed the artifact jewelry and replaced them with simple silver rings, but somehow you don’t understand what this means. Your thinking is coming even slower, which is reasonable since you feel like someone just blasted your brain’s pleasure centers with a fire hose.

“Anyway,” the man stands, taking out a notebook and reading some indistinguishable scrawl. “The jewelry of Bambania of the Amazons, supposedly cursed in two distinct ways. Firstly, the wearers mind desperately seeks to repeat the process of being pierced with the jewelry again and again.”

“If these are indeed the correct pieces, I’d like to find out what happens to this effect if you no longer possess the artifacts. Please keep careful notes of any urges you might have,” he says, placing a pen and paper on the desk beside the bed before continuing.

“Secondly, the wearer receives sexual pleasure from stimulating any point of entry into the skin, as though they possess extra erogenous zones where their piercing points are situated. For example, you’d feel extreme, overwhelming pleasure… if they were to be tugged on.

A deep moans escapes your limp body as the sensations that shoot through you again trample your nervous system. White hot, searing pleasure, an entirely new kind of orgasm brands itself into your mind. You lay there shuddering, tears streaming down the side of your face as your nipples shoot wave after wave of pure heat into your numb brain. The man packs the earrings into a suitcase and heads for the only door.

“I’m going to let these effects run their course for a few days, and we’ll be recording your activity. You’ll be locked in, for your own safety, but there’s food and supplies to keep you until I return. Your motor functions should return in…. Eighteen minutes.”

And then he leaves, locking the door with a clunk. And you stare at the huge, throbbing nipples adorned with jewelry in front of your face…. And wait.

Artifact notes: piercings; bambania (amazon).
Subject regressed quickly to animal state once functions returned. Despite massive biological changes to their body, subject was unable to refrain from stumulating their pierced nipples for the first 120 minutes of activity. After this time passed, subject lapsed into unconsciousness for approximately twenty-nine minutes. Upon waking, subject managed to resist the temptation to tug on the cursed area and began to search for food.

Subject discovered the piercing kit hidden in the room and for approximately 4 minutes completely froze, apparently battling with the urges bought on by the curse.

Curiously, the first thing the subject did after moving was to swiftly isolate and pierce their clitoris. This was the first time they had shown any attention to their vagina at all.

After this, with a piercing entry point in the most sensitive part of their body, the subject fell into a loop of relentless masturbation, followed by adding another piercing to their body, followed by more masturbation. Subject never continued looking for food, and failed to even attempt to escape the experimentation cell.

After the 72 hour control period, the subject is unrecognisable, completely covered in self-performed piercings. Subject has not shown any interest in escape, revenge, or even verbal communication, but they do seem to retain some kind of intelligence, as evidenced by the use of ribbons to stimulate many entry points simultaneously. Subject has maintained a constant extreme level of sexual arousal for entire test duration, production of sexual fluids and saliva has increased tenfold. Subject eagerly engages in sexual intercourse with anyone who touches her body modifications, despite the fact that she has not come into contact with the artifact again since initial test.

Nipple Studs of Bambania: Confirmed.

Recommendation: Sell high.

Subject return? Negative. Sell to slave trade. Such a unique niche should return high profit.

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