Arina-Artemis @arina_artemis@awoo.space

🤔 Is awoo.space just, not very lewd?
Should I try and find a lewder instance for my lewd thoughts?

I feel like, a bimbo isn't necessarily someone who is dumb, just someone who doesn't value being seen as smart. If that makes sense.

Master/Mistress: "Why are you wearing a maid dress?"
Genie: "Is there a good reason why I shouldn't?"

What if I but fox.
What if I but squirrel.

Ultra-tired: there are 2 genders.
Barely wired: since a boolean field takes up a byte of memory anyway, there are 256 genders.
Wired: because of 2-byte memory alignment, so there should be 65536 genders.
Inspired: on a 64-bit platform there are 18446744073709551616 genders.
On fire: gender is a string.

Feeling hornt for wide equine butts and puffy donuts...

Hypnotizing furs (or humans) to boost their herd instinct.

What if we gay enbies and we kiss.

The being that transformed you offering you a way to reverse all this and get back to your normal human life, giving you time to think about it, even though both of you know full well that you like being the current you too much to go back to normal.

#tf #transformation

Why the heck robes + masks are so hot for me?..
Like, I don't really like kigus, they don't do much for me... But when it's some kind of ornate or cybernetic mask, paired with a flowing, concealing robe, just hfffff.

Being forced on all fours, overwhelmed by the feelings of change, trying to reach towards a witch who's transforming you and seeing your hand steadily shift.

Let me turn you into a fat anthro pig and wreck your brain with a combination of food coma and a 30-minute orgasm.

Fat maids
Fat maids
Fat Maids
FAT MAIDS
FAT MAIDS

What if, a tall musclechub baker, sweaty because they spend their days kneading dough and near big furnaces, hugging you and saying how much they adore you?

(Optional: gender, sexy accent, feederism)

I'm just, having lowkey synth moods.
Sometimes you wanna be rebuilt by kind and competent hands and minds because you don't feel like you can rebuild yourself.

Empire Enhancements.
Because you're dang worth it.

Sometimes you just want to be a thicc carefree mythical creature of woodlands, with fuzzy legs and cute horns and breath smelling of berries and herbal tea and nimble fingers whittling knick-knacks from stray pieces of wood.

Honestly I just want a lady-to-maid story where at the end of it all, all parties say "Well that was fun, we should do it again." No people agonizing over being stuck in positions of servitude they didn't want.