#ankle4u
(Eye) Contact Tracing
The shoot location was strange, and the growing crowd’s murmurs didn’t help as they followed us in.
But I found myself more captivated with my subject.
#neeko_lul bigger, faster, stronger
Do I look like one of those pretty video game girls you like so much?
Come over and play :)
>Tumblr when I get marked for gray area content
I’ll keep trying to post here and migrate everything over to my DA.
https://www.deviantart.com/ankle4u/art/Biggal-Down-The-Hall-812758520
Biggal Down The Hall by ankle4u on DeviantArt
I hope you’ll keep the ankle4u name in your heart.
I know my reach will be limited, but know that these busts will be unlimited
Peace.
Erin looked down at her half-opened robe, now spread open more than she was accustomed to. Her little experiment worked, and Joey’s fears were realized. He wouldn’t know this until later, she decided, and let the heat of her slow growth fill her body.
The sweetness of his seed lingered in her mouth, the afterglow of the moment leaving her body as a hunger took her over. She eyed the rest of the filled condom and quickly squeezed it into her awaiting maw, the beating of her heart bleeding into her breathing.
Erin focused on her rhythmic swallowing, the waves of realization mingling with the guilty pleasure she discovered for herself.
“A little piece of him goes with every time he…..oh lord.”
Every drop will be worth it’s weight in gold.
No. In Flesh.
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I just got the perfect dress for prom ;)
You felt a lump in your throat. She’d no doubt take more of your mass away (again) to make this dress beyond perfect (for you, she’d probably coo, her hand wrapped around your head as she coaxed another offering to her). The large screen of the oversized phone in your small hands displayed every tantalizing pixel, no flaws present on her naked shoulders and expansive chest. The necklace around her neck being the only part of her that hadn’t changed, now almost an ornament you’d miss if you weren’t perceptive enough to escape the wider attractions.
Her face was turned away, as if to invite me to stare longer. You would be her diminutive date, whether you liked it or not.
She knew the game she was playing, and she played to win.
Mega Mega Milk
Big enough for you?
A future where this star kept shooting for loftier heights; her fame growing alongside…..herself.
Just a lil’ something for date night.
“It’s their largest size….and I neeeeeed it :,(“
Any attempt at negotiating the minimum three figure bill you weren’t expecting was a lost cause after seeing this engineering marvel in action.
“….how much?”
Overgrown.
Something to grow into :)
Okie, bigger :)
“I don’t think it’s rude if you stare. I mean, where else am I going to rest them? As long as I can fit a plate in front of me to keep these babies well fed, I don’t mind if they close the distance between you and I.”
Something to look forward to, right?”
Retaking a photograph wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when Lily called to plan a get together. It’s been about….. 1.5 years since we’ve seen each other, and we did live in other cities, so doing this was normal, I’d say.
Until I saw her. Kayla and I hardly recognized her, and the ensuing photograph still plays at my insecurities of feeling…..inadequate.
Now listen little one. I’m going to stand up, and you’re going to watch every inch of me rising above your little head. I want to you to look at my breasts.
Lift them.
Know that they are heavier, bigger, and more important than whatever you have going on in that tiny brain of yours. I want you to know that you could disappear underneath me.
Understood?
Good.
“ I hate to keep stretching your inventory like this. Next time, please listen carefully to my assistant when he gives you my measurements. They are lovingly hand-calculated for exactness.”
Y-yes mom, i-I mean ma’am
A Tall Lady: The Modern Manifestation of Myth
It was the same snap every week. The same question. The same pose. The same routine. The same expectations. The same call to action to give in.
It was the same conclusion that she would be more over time.
Casey looked into the front facing camera of Layla’s phone as it reflected the scene. Layla, a fruitful 18 years old and 8 years younger than her, was eating herself senseless during the quarantine months. Through some combination of willpower, hormones, and a home gym, Layla had been undergoing some serious development.
Casey was a worrywart, and found that the stress of keeping her job at the local clinic cut into her time to manage the brewing storm over at her apartment. She would feel weak on most days while Layla flourished. Whole day’s supplies of meals, down her endless throat. Supplements? All meant to maximize her growth. It became harder and harder to stop telling her to eat, and Casey wasn’t sure if she was imagining her sister’s already sizable figure transforming daily into…..this.
Layla took to borrowing her clothing, and with her gargantuan figure stretching her tights tautly around her ballooned bottom, she could see where those precious calories went. Thighs rapidly approaching the circumference of Casey’s torso, height pushing more inches every day, and breasts that are imposingly larger than her head. The “top” she’s wearing is a dress. Casey’s dress. Casey felt hot shame pooling in her eyes as a feeling of defeat washed over her. While her gargantuan sister adjusted herself in the reflective black mirror, Casey fought the feeling of arousal as her ears pricked up to hear the straining fabric against her sisters massive breasts.
She couldn’t help but feel responsible for everything that’s happening to her. An sensuous tingle begins forming down her back. As it travels down, she looks at Layla and stares directly at her chest. She feels a wetness start to form.
She can live to serve.
“I figured the shirt was fitting…because you know…..it’s all thanks to yours I’m this big. Strong…feminine…big…. all 4u!”
Happy Mother’s Day!
With Love,
From Ankle
