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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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Anonymous asked:

I'm with the FBI and I'm going to have to report your illegal use of reality alteration. You're coming with me.

*sigh*

Alright hotshot. Since stepping into my hotel room is clearly the most recent of a long line of terrible decisions, I’m just going to freeze you in place so we can chat before i do the explanation part of what’s happening to you.

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Yup… sooooo as this has to be your first time tracking a reality-alterer, let me share a teeny weeny tip. Don’t announce yourself,  goddammit! Your one shot, assuming I don’t trap my surroundings while i take naps (which i do) was to get the drop on me. Hit me while i don’t know you’re there or snipe me from a few blocks away, or something! And I assume if you actually had permission to “bring me in” someone would’ve told you that, or given you a better weapon than -yikes- a single handgun?

Okay, you’ve gotta be a rookie right? First week, looking to make a name for yourself? Well, here’s the nice part…. You’re certainly going to have a name around the water cooler… but it might be banned outside of sub-basement 7.

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You ever been down there? You even heard of it? Well, to cut it to the short, short version, sub basement 7 is the FBI HQ’s in-house pleasure harem. Well-performing agents get to go in there and work out some excess aggression on some of the agents who have hunted me in the past. And after you leave here, you’re going to WALK the entire way back there, drop to your knees and beg them to throw you in with old Agent Andrews, Agent Simmons, all the previous morons who couldn’t take a hint.

And hopefully, the next agent who thinks coming after me will be a good idea will actually get the warning: hunt Adrian Savage, you get a monologue ,and you get your reality altered, and you get to be your co-workers sex slave for the rest of your career.

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And i like to freak them out a little more with each new agent I send back, so every one of you FBI whores gets a different little quirk. Yours is that cute little tattoo between your legs! That cute little cartoon heart is gonna be the source of a whole lot of stress for you. Every time someone looks at it, you’re going to feel one of these… a nice little pulse deep inside your hungry cunt. And that pulse is gonna clear your mind for a second and make you totally, unquestionably horny. Just for a sec, but you’ll find they stack up pretty quickly, as you make a scene of yourself …. Especially with those clothes you’re wearing now. Gonna attract a few eyes wearing something like that!

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Well, off you go then! You’ve got a long walk ahead of you… but hey, I’m not a total monster. If you wanna stay off the street, feel free to hitchhike… Just make sure you pay you with the standard roadhead 😊

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erikscoffee asked:

Recently single male, still into my big breasted ex who is flaunting her dates on Snapchat. Really just want her back in my life at any cost

I’ve got some bad news, guy. She’s over you. These taken those big ol’ titties and she’s moved on. And as much as i have fun tweaking reality and making people into weak-willed horny sluts, there’s nothing on Quezacotl’s green earth I can do that will force her to love you again. So… a workaround?

It’s a good thing you said you’d do anything at all to have her in your life again. I tried several scenarios and each time, she rejected you… I made you her pet, her slave,even her blank doll…. She sold you off for pennies on the dollar every single time.

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Luckily, I’m a creature of much and varied creativity! I looked into her soul, and I found something I could make you that she’d never abandon…. her one weakness… loyalty to family. So a little concentration and a few hours of spells, and I was able to warp reality a tad, to turn her into your mommy! Now you’re her little bitch son, and no matter how much she dislikes you, she’s stuck with you forever!

I know what you’re thinking… Couldn’t i have removed her memories of her dislike for you, freeing you up for a second go at a happy fulfilling romantic relationship?  Well, yes, quite easily. But i like a challenge. You said you would pay any cost… not that she had to.

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It’s too bad too… This was all I could do to change your relationship… but now…. she’s always treated you like shit, since she always wanted a daughter. Not a boy, someone who could never share her love of dressing up slutty and putting her huge titties on display. I don’t know if you recall…. Give it a second… but a few years ago, just after your 18th birthday, your ex-now-mommy found a little workaround herself. A finishing school for little sissy sluts, and without a second thought she had you shipped off for a little re-education and some light facial surgery. But on the bright side, you don’t have to worry about being left out of all the snapchat fun and games… her story feed, known to the masses as “My Little Bitch Son” now features your increasingly feminized and humiliated face every single day!

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So, congratulations! Your relationship with this woman is closer now than it has ever been, because now you can finally help mommy score! You get to dress up like a little mini-her and be her wingman, helping her bring guy after guy home to fuck her holes and spray hot cum all over those huge titties! It’s a nightmarish job for someone that wants her all to themselves… especially since she makes you watch while you entertain any friends her sex buddies happen to be with… But it’s one that’s going to become a whole lot easier once she sends you in for your very own boob job next week!

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Anonymous asked:

As a 19/yo slutty girl, I doubt you could make me any more fuckable :P

“More fuckable…”

More fuckable? You seriously doubt that I can’t make you even the slightest bit hotter than you already are?

 Okay. Game on.

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I had a look at your life, little miss anonymous. While you are indeed 19, I don’t think much of the rest of your story. Your claims of “already being a slut” are pretty cute, I had a quick peek into your memories, and well… I can see that you THINK you’re a slut, but just banging a different boy every other weekend doesn’t really cut it in my world. Oh, you post the odd gym selfie of your flat stomach? You sent on guy a slutty mirror pic with your pussy showing? Beginner stuff, kid. Let’s do something about that.

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From this moment on, you’re a REAL slut. As in, MY definition of one. You’ll do anything sexual, and I mean literally ANYTHING. I know you thought you were already super experienced, but come on. You’ve only ever had three cocks up your butt, and none of them were accompanied with a pussy stuffing! So let’s just reach into your brain, and start amping up that dial labelled “libido”. It’s currently at a pretty average 5, which i can see you think is really high, but no. You only masturbate once every couple of days! Let’s turn it shall we? 6… your thoughts are regularly getting interrupted by images of yourself being dominated. 7… your juices are starting to really flow, look, you’re even getting a few drips run down your thighs! 8…. I saw that shudder. Your brain is starting to flood with hormones… the primal urge to breed, to become impregnated is starting to overpower your personality. 9… Your nipples are now permanently stiff and sensitive… Every vibration from a little jiggle, every rub up against the inside of a bra or t-shirt is going to shoot pink lightning directly into your pussy…

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Should we keep going? You wanted to be “more fuckable” didn’t you?Meaning more able to be fucked by anyone, more likely to participate in more sex with more people? I’d say it’s pretty much a guarantee now, as soon as I give you back control of your hands they’re going to shoot straight into your panties, and I doubt you’ll have the mental capacity to remove them… So where are you right now? Perhaps you’re hanging out with friends, maybe you’re in a crowded nightclub? Or maybe you’re somewhere more suitable to your… level of slutdom. A college campus maybe? Sitting in the back of a lecture wondering if the nasty slut-maker will ever respond to your ask? Well, wherever you are, they’re all going to be talking tomorrow about the girl who ripped her clothes off and started frantically fucking anything that came close to her…

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Heh. I actually have a thing for round numbers… I can’t stand it when my TV volume isn’t a 5 or a 0 number… So that 9 is just kind of bothering me… let’s just round it up to a nice even 10…. Yeah, you’re going to have trouble forming sentences, that pure heat that’s throbbing from between your legs is going to be a constant, all-consuming distraction… Look how much blood is pumping down there, you’re totally rocking a hamburger slit now! Even your clit even looks like a teeny weeny cock…

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I’m going to leave you to it now… As soon as I’m out of sight, your body is going to snap back into your control…. So good luck, I guess. Not that it’ll help… I’ve made pretty sure you’re going to experience between wanting to be more slutty, and NEEDING to be fucked in all holes at every minute of every day….

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Enjoy being more fuckable!!!

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After a few hours trolling tumblr, nothing really came to mind today. It was like all that time stroking peoples petals had left him….. Confused. Why must he always transform others when all he really wanted was someone to do these things to him?

“I might be able to help you out there,” said a voice.

He jumped and spun around in his chair. There was nobody in the room but him.

“Oh, but there is,” said the voice. “You like tipping people’s wishes on their heads huh? I admire your gift. Lets see if we can’t do the same with your wishes.”

“Who are you? What is this?”

The voice ignored his questions.

“I want you to open an email and type in explicit detail, all the horrible filthy things you would change about your own body and personality. For every recipient you add, you get an extra modification. The closer your relationship with a recipient, the higher intensity the change will be. Make sure to be clear that this is not spam, that you’d rather be a nasty cumslut than have them respect you. After you click “send”, look behind you.“

He hesitated. There was nobody in the room, yet that voice was coming from somewhere. Maybe that nice new blogger who messaged him yesterday…. No surely not. Was this for real? There was no way he was going to tell people what he wanted to be. That disembodied voice was bluffing.

….But what if it wasn’t? If he could truely become his dream slut just by admitting it…… He could always play it off as a prank or a hack later right?

…..Right?

10 minutes later, Petal spun around, feeling…. different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She knew she’d just embarrassed herself in front of her friends and family with that email, but that just kinda made her squirm with excitement. People should know how much she loved sex. Being filled with hard cock was her favourite passtime. Cum was her favourite food. If people knew these things, maybe she’d get more! Just the thought of people showing up at her door to stretch out her holes and feed her their seed made her squeal with lust and spin around in her chair, sending her perky boobies into a jiggling frenzy.

“Wow. Very good,” said the naked man standing behind her. She didnt even flinch, her eyes just locked onto his cock and her petite mouth and ripe pink pussy started to drool gratuitously.

She sat there for a moment, body spinning and head attempting to stay in one place like a leaky ballerina. Droplets of pussy fluid formed a circle under her as the silence grew charged with sexual desire.

Petal looked up at his face and tried to think who this might be. But did that really matter? He had a cock, and that was all that was important. Her lips, her pussy, her swollen pink clit and her tight asshole were all throbbing through her body and into her brain. Her raging, all consuming libido wouldnt let her ask more than a single question.

“Fuck me?”

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Part 1 of your experience with the Honesty Inbox. The best is yet to cum….

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