Arina-Artemis @arina_artemis@awoo.space

Just want to see a girl magically GROW. Taller, more muscular, fatter. Bigger boobs, wider butt. Cock growth is a plus but not necessary.

Wanna see her grow more bestial too. Like a horse. Hear her moans of joy turn into animalistic calls. See the tail grow. Hooves or paws. Face pushing into muzzle. Mane, manes are great.

Just let her feel stronger, faster, more liberated, more fire in her veins, all the raw energy coursing through her veins as she becomes something more.

In the furry world, wolves still hunt for cows and sheep. Not to eat their meat, mind you. Rather for, you know, different purposes and different "meat".

Nothing ever stays the same. Falling asleep every night, you have no idea whether you'll wake up in a bed, or in a barn, or in a terrarium, or in a hole in the ground. You never know whether you'll have skin or fur or feathers, how many toes, biped or quadruped, what sort of genital configuration will you have, whether you will be barren and sexless or heated and fertile.

You can ask xer of course, and fae usually complies, tinkering with your current form or wrapping you in a new one altogether.

And sure, it took some time to get used to. But nowadays, you happily embrace the constant change, the sweet chaos. Living through every possible form with its help, and zhe happy to see you live through them.

Your eldritch girlfriend† enjoys toying with your form. And really, so do you. She explained once that one of the reason ze was so attracted to you was a longing for change, on the deepest level, that you often professed to hir.

† Really, they don't mind "girlfriend" or "boyfriend" or any other term of endearment. He told you once gender is no more important to em than an outfit, easily thrown together and just as easily forgotten.

Wouldn't you want a massive musclefat draft horse lady to pin you against the wall, sweaty and worked up from all the hauling, her dick throbbing against your thighs and tummy and her boobs threatening to envelop your head?..

Haha what if I peed on the grass to signal that I'm fertile?..

This enbie can fantasize about bad habits. As a treat.

I'm hiding in your fields and forest glades, stinking up the air with my pheromones. And/or furry moans.

I'd say I'm sorry but that would be a lie.

"Are you a boy or a girl?"
"I'm a satyr!"
"No, what's your sex?"
"Enthusiastic consent!"
"I mean, what's in your pants?"
"I HAVE NO PANTS!"

Wanna be a lewd critter.

Wanna have an udder, and both cock(s) and pussy(ies)†, and a twitching tail, and animal noises. And look entirely non-human, even if in subtle ways like too big eyes or big nose. Weird pupils are also cool.

† TBH I found multi-pussy logistics to be both fascinating and overly complex. If each leads to its own womb

What if a powerful, sexy, otherworldly monster hit me with a devolution+monsterification serum, turning me into their dumb brute ape henchperson?

Thinking about equine heat.
Sometimes one just needs to have a big dark puffy leaky musky mare/jennett pussy.
Nestled high between their buttocks, always on display and readily accessible.

(It's me, I'm the one)

Yesterday someone compared me to Puck and now I'm having transformation'ey mischief moods.

Turning naughty children into donkeys: vaguely pedophilic, actually abusive, generally eww.
Turning naughty adults into donkeys: great kink space, amazing avenue for fixing injustices, generally great.

A gaggle of my sonas coming out of several doors.

"It is horny that created us."
"Horny that connects us."
"Horny that pulls us."
"That guides us."
"That drive us."
"It is horny that defines us."
"Horny that binds us."

"We're here because of you Arina. We're here to give you what you tried to give us."

"A DAMN GOOD DICKING"