Arina-Artemis @arina_artemis@awoo.space

Having monkey moods

What kind of monkey? I dunno really. I guess I'll just be my own kind of monkey.

(Though technically it's closer to a hybrid monkey/ape shape, but let's not focus too much on details)

Imagining a big pregnant anthro barnyard cat not really having energy (or speed) to chase after equally (proportionally) big pregnant anthro barnyard mice, the life growing inside all of them prompting a wary truce.

Sometimes I just wanna be toy.
But not like, fully fleshy or synth, but an unholy amalgamation of the two.
Like flesh impossibly melding with latex from mid-shoulder to my fingers, and from above the knee to the high heels that replaced my feet.
Puffy latexy toyhole lips on my human-looking face.
Puffy latexy toyhole donut spreading my butt cheeks.
And, of course, toybits. Shiny toycock, permanently erect for anyone's pleasure. Nicely textured toyballs swinging right below, filled with anything at my Owner's demand.

I dunno, is it too weird to imagine yourself being transformed into underwear for a hyper tanuki's sweaty dick, balls and bum?..

What if
Beefy himbo rabbit prison warden whom I suck off in exchange for favours?..

Shortstack anthro piggies cuddling you, pressing their naked mud-stained bodies against you, happily snorting and squealing until your own height dwindles, weight climbs up, thick snout grows. Soon you'll be ready to join them in their comfy mud pit.

A hero fleeing a dungeon monster, squeezing into a tight hiding place (maybe a cabinet or a chest or a vent), holding their breath, so focused on not being found by the monster that they don't even notice their own form changing, becoming a goblin or a kobold or a ratling, just another one of dungeon's denizens.

What if
Bondage/slave play with a bunch of kobolds?
Ending with a... Bang on a gang, so to speak.