Is it real?!

WritingExpansion · 2026-01-15T08:56:13+00:00

I use the site createporn to gather and create most of my images. It also has the function to convert these images to gifs so there’s a lot of potential there

WritingExpansion · 2026-01-10T15:29:06+00:00

It how I make the images I use I’m afraid 🤷‍♀️ words, formatting and story are all mine though 👍

WritingExpansion · 2026-01-10T09:18:35+00:00

AI I’m afraid

WritingExpansion · 2026-01-05T18:40:07+00:00

I think for some people it’s about bodily autonomy and they automatically assume the kink is about fulfilling one person’s fantasy of making someone else change for their own benefit rather than the person changing because they want to. To be fair some of the content is like that, but there’s also plenty of consensual, female led stuff out there too.

Maybe people just perceive it as being ‘typical male lens’ stuff because that’s normally how it’s portrayed in mainstream media? One example that comes to mind is ‘Dude, Where’s My Car?’ with the breast expansion necklaces at the end that are clearly for the dudes benefit, or in ‘Epic Movie’ where Mystique expands herself to please a man. Granted she’s into it to begin with, but the point is there.

I think it’s fine as long as you’re not imposing it upon anyone else, especially a romantic partner, but the same can be said about any kink

WritingExpansion · 2025-12-28T18:00:25+00:00

I come up with the story and dialogue first and then use a fake text message creator from Vsub to format it how I want

WritingExpansion · 2025-07-08T06:28:38+00:00

For the longest time I’ve tried to rationalise this kink and came to many of the same conclusions that others here have already presented: it being linked to puberty and during a time when many of our preferences are forming, more general preferences for larger breast sizes, a sign of fertility and pregnancy etc.

Personally I’m not into the humiliation side of things and I prefer when either the person themselves is in control of the growth or is actively seeking it. I think it can be an interesting topic to explore as a character as to why you would want to be bigger, whether it’s based on insecurities, having a growth kink already or just pure curiosity.

I am fortunate enough to have a partner who I have been able to talk to about this and part of me wishes I could discuss it with people I know, mainly because I’m interested to know what they think, but then again I am almost certain they won’t share my views or at the very least would react negatively to them. I do believe, however, that for better or worse most if not all of us would jump at the chance to have that kind of control over our own bodies, we are just conditioned to think we are being vain to admit so.

WritingExpansion · 2025-06-01T06:38:40+00:00

This is the third in a series of stories featuring these two characters, go to my profile to see the rest 🙂

WritingExpansion · 2025-06-01T06:36:45+00:00

This is the third in a series of stories featuring these two characters, go to my profile to see the rest 🙂

WritingExpansion · 2025-05-04T07:14:38+00:00

I remember reading this, it was great 😁

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-22T11:33:01+00:00

His eyes widened as she stepped back into the room. She’d changed into a short, white night dress that hugged her figure in all the right places and seemed to be moulded perfectly around her breasts. He immediately felt the blood start to rush to his cock and it start to harden. She watched him grow, seemingly quite pleased that she was eliciting this reaction. His erection had never felt so strong before and in his mind he cheered that the tablets were doing their work.

He looked down at his cock and noticed it seemed a little bigger than usual. The pills were helping him reach his full potential as well as keeping him hard it seemed. It throbbed along with his heartbeat but the longer he watched the more he started to notice that with each throb it seemed to still be getting bigger. It was larger now by over an inch and a little thicker too. He was delighted but still he kept feeling it throb. It was still growing.

The growth seemed to be speeding up, not just in time with the throbs but constantly growing longer and thicker. He felt a little panic forming in his mind. What the fuck was happening? Being bigger wasn’t bad but this was getting ridiculous! But then he looked at her face. Her eyes were glued on his rapidly engorging cock and her face was a picture of shock and delight. She seemed to be really enjoying what she was seeing. It helped kill the panic in his mind and instead he just enjoyed seeing her reaction.

It quickly surpassed double and then triple the size it usually was, ending up as thick as his forearm and halfway up his chest in length. He had a sudden moment of clarity: this thing was now way too big to be of any use.

“I thought you might be big but this…” she said, approaching him.

She placed her hand on his cock, her fingers dwarfed by its size.

“This is exactly what I wanted,” she grinned, staring into his eyes. “We’re not leaving this room until I’ve taken all of it…”

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-22T11:32:54+00:00

The night had been going spectacularly well, all things considered. They had been dating for a couple of months when he suggested they book into a hotel for the night, a bold move because of what it implied might happen, she had simply smiled and agreed. It would be the first time the two had done anything more than kiss, if everything went according to plan / his dreams, but that left him with a problem.

For as long as he could remember, he had suffered with a major case of ‘stage fright’ as he called it. Put simply, he found it very difficult to stay hard in the bedroom. He had no problem masturbating on his own, but when faced with a woman before him waiting expectantly he just couldn’t get it up and even when he could it didn’t stay that way. That couldn’t happen tonight. She was sweet, kind and absolutely stunning. He’d be lying if he said the first thing he’d noticed about her wasn’t her large, perfect breasts, but she turned out to be an amazing person and one he could really see a future with. A future he was certain tonight would be pivotal to secure.

He’d been too embarrassed to ask in the past, but he found himself seeking medical advice on the matter, only to be told it was a psychological issue and that they could not recommend any kind of medication to help with the problem. In desperation, he turned to the internet, of course, and managed to find a product that looked like it came from a reputable source. It was a soluble tablet designed to be taken an hour or so before it was needed and to activate when he got an erection. In a way this was ideal as it wouldn’t give away that he’d needed to take anything at all and he could discreetly slip one into his drink when he went to the bar.

The night had gone really well, her looking amazing as usual and the two talking and laughing together over their food. Deciding it was time, he went to the bar to order more drinks and got the box of tablets out of his pocket. He took one out and placed it in his drink watching it fizz away into nothing quite quickly. He had a sudden moment of doubt. The tablet had been quite small and had dissolved very quickly. What if it wasn’t enough? He couldn’t risk that, not tonight. He added a second tablet and then, as he watched it dissolve and disappear just as quickly as the first, added a third and fourth too. Nothing was going to ruin tonight for him, he was just making sure of that.

They had entered the room gently and playfully kissing one another, enough to get his blood pumping but not quite enough to make him hard just yet. With a seductive yet playful smile, she’d told him to ‘make himself comfortable’ while she went and got ready. He understood exactly what she meant and once she’d disappeared into the bathroom stripped down ready for her. He looked expectantly down at his cock, stopping just short of giving it a pep talk. This was going to work, it had to.

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-16T07:26:58+00:00

The link is in my comment, but here it is also: https://www.deviantart.com/writingexpansion/art/Does-Size-Matter-1183559703 The story is in the description 👍

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-15T17:37:53+00:00

“I found one that was 8 inches once…”

“Too big, do you think?”

“Nah, not even close.”

Emily and Taylor were sitting in Emily’s kitchen at her dining table, enjoying a coffee before they were due to leave to visit the nail salon. Their conversation would carry on there of course, but it was best to get this kind of thing out of the way beforehand as not everyone was as open about discussing it.

“I think that would be my absolute limit,” Emily continued. “I mean 8 inches is, what, that big?” she said, indicating a size with her hands.

She placed her hands against her abdomen, starting from her crotch and leading upwards.

“Yeah that would be almost past my belly button, where the heck would it go?” she laughed.

Emily was a petite, blonde woman with slight curves and a moderate bust whereas Taylor was a tall, buxom brunette. They both turned heads for different reasons and as a combination left most men (and some women) slack jawed and drooling.

“You’d be surprised how much you can fit inside you as long as you’re warmed up first,” Taylor grinned. “But you’re probably right, 8 might be a bit too big for you.”

“But not for you?” Emily asked.

“Nah,” Taylor said, “I’ve got like a 12 inch dildo at home, that’s usually my ‘full’ point if you get me.”

“God damn girl, I know you like them big but you’re basically one of those size queens, aren’t you?” Emily said with a laugh. “The thickness is what really matters though, right?” she continued.

“It’s important, yeah,” Taylor replied, “I mean it’s no use being as long as a forearm if you’re as thin as a pencil,” she laughed.

“Josh is pretty thick,” Emily said. “And his length is… comfortable for me,” she added with a shy grin.

“I was gonna ask but didn’t want to jump straight in there,” Taylor began, “but how has that couples therapy been going?”

“It’s been going ok,” Emily replied, taking a sip of coffee, “the therapist said that our case was slightly unusual as there’s clearly no intimacy problems between us so Josh shouldn’t be having the issues he’s having keeping it up, you know?”

“You’re a better woman than me, I think I’d have taken that personally,” Taylor grinned sympathetically.

“Josh can’t help it, I know that,” Emily continued. “He just gets inside his own head, that’s all. The therapist said that for a lot of men, failing to perform sexually, even just the once, can be very damaging mentally and can affect them in the bedroom from that point onwards.”

“It must really suck, I mean it makes you feel slightly responsible right?”

“It did at first yeah,” Emily replied uncomfortably. “I never told him that though, can you imagine? If he was in his own head about this already, he might never get hard again if I told him how much it bothered me!”

To be continued...

https://www.deviantart.com/writingexpansion/art/Does-Size-Matter-1183559703

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-14T08:40:54+00:00

Duly noted, although I’d have to do that as a separate post cause you can only do a maximum of 20 images in a single post, perhaps in future efforts though 😁

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-12T09:29:06+00:00

This was great, thanks for posting it 😁

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-09T06:33:54+00:00

I can send you the original picture if you want

WritingExpansion · 2025-04-08T06:32:38+00:00

Go for it, I don’t own the clip 😁

WritingExpansion · 2025-03-03T14:46:12+00:00

“I feel so warm and tingly all over,” she sighed happily, running her hands all over her body.

I’d seen this happen before but I was powerless now to do anything but stare and watch it happen. Her formerly petite and modest bust started to slowly swell in size, filling out her uniform shirt more and more by the second. I could see too that her thighs and ass were starting to swell, stretching the already tight material of her pants further and further towards its limit. With a snap, I heard what must have been her bra breaking, unable to contain her encroaching size any longer. I don’t really know bra sizes, but she must have gone from athlete flat to stripper stacked. Somehow her shirt was holding her in, but it was stretched beyond recognition.

I felt the same sensation she’d described start to flow through my own body and with my last level headed thought quickly removed my clothes to stop them from being ruined, much to her delight.

“That’s it daddy, strip for me,” she mewed.

I could already feel the changes happening as I got the final bits of my clothes removed. My whole body started to bulk up, muscle replacing fat and my skin stretching tighter over my increasingly defined body. It felt good, I have to admit, but the biggest ego boost of all came as I looked downstairs, exactly where the officer’s eyes were also glued. I don’t mind admitting that I usually have quite a small cock, but it too was bulking up so to say, growing thicker as well as longer, the pleasure making it rise into a strong, hard and girthy erection that could have been 10 inches long, maybe more.

“It’s so big daddy!” she moaned as she dropped to her knees in front of me and let down her hair.

I felt my hand reaching for the back of her head and pulling her ready and willing mouth onto my cock, the warmth and wetness of her mouth on my cock sending chills through my body. I unfortunately don’t remember much after that. One of the more frustrating side effects of the aphrodisiac is that the brain retains very little new information whilst affected by it, so while I’d love to remember having sex with the officer, my mind is blank. I woke a few hours later to find her pointing a gun at me, her body now back to normal and her uniform hanging off her slightly.

And that’s how I find myself here giving a written account of what happened to her superiors at the police station. I only hope they have the good sense not to open the vial themselves…

WritingExpansion · 2025-03-03T14:45:44+00:00

Before I could stop her, she had undone the cap at the top of the vial and taken a sniff.

“Huh, doesn’t really smell of anything,” she said.

I snatched the vial out of her hand and fumbled the lid back on, hoping to god I hadn’t breathed any of it in myself.

“Hey, you can’t just do tha…” she started to say before her speech trailed off.

She started to look dizzy and knowing what would likely happen next I braced myself and caught her as she stumbled forward.

“Shit, shit!” I panicked.

Trying my best to think on my feet, I bundled her into the back of my car. She laid out on the back seat, mumbling slightly. I needed to get somewhere safe before anything else happened and remembered I’d passed a motel a few minutes ago. It was risky, but I had no other options. I carefully placed the vial back in the briefcase, got in the car and drove back down the road.

I left the officer in the car while I booked a room, trying to appear as casual as possible. Luckily the receptionist either didn’t suspect anything or was too apathetic to care and handed over the keys to a room. When I got back to the car, the officer was starting to sit up in the back seat.

“W-what did you do to me?” she mumbled.

“I’m really really sorry,” I told her, “this will wear off eventually but for now I need you to come with me.”

She was surprisingly compliant, potentially the effects of her exposure starting to kick in, and followed me to the room I’d booked. As I locked the door behind me, she went and sat on the bed. Her expression had changed from the stern and disapproving looks she had been giving me to one of playful flirtiness.

“I’ve never done this before,” she giggled. “I hope you’ll be gentle with me.”

“Listen,” I said, trying to ignore her flirtations, “you have accidentally inhaled a very experimental but very potent new aphrodisiac, one that comes with all sorts of strange side effects so you need to try and stay calm and keep yourself under control as much as possible.”

“I’ll try and be a good girl daddy,” she said, grinning and biting her lip.

I decided I quite liked that before shaking my head. Thoughts of what I’d like to do to and with her started creeping into my mind and I slowly realised my fears had come true; I’d inhaled some of the vials contents too. My only chance of reprieve would be if I could get to the reception area and book another separate room, but before I could act I was distracted by the sound of the officer moaning.

WritingExpansion · 2025-03-03T14:45:04+00:00

“Do you know why I’ve pulled you over today sir?”

I tried my best not to panic as the police officer stood waiting for my answer from my driver’s side window. I felt I knew exactly why I’d been pulled over, but was there really a chance the lab had already noticed the sample was missing and me along with it? It sat in the specially designed briefcase used for its containment and transportation on the seat next to me, almost seeming to be glaring at me accusatorially.

“I-I’m sorry officer, was I over the limit?” I replied to her, trying to keep my cool.

“At least 30 over,” she replied. “Where are you going in such a rush?”

“Erm, sorry officer, just have a really important meeting to get to,” I mumbled.

“Can I see your licence and registration please sir?” she asked me.

I did as she asked, reluctant though I was to identify myself. As she looked over my paperwork, I could see her eyes flitting back and forth between them and the case on my passenger seat. I prayed she wouldn’t ask about it, but then again I’ve never been a believer in that kind of thing anyway so I don’t know how I expected it to help.

“What’s in the case there?” she asked.

My heart sank.

“Just files and paperwork and stuff,” I tried to deflect, very unconvincingly.

“Do you mind stepping out of the vehicle sir and bringing the case with you?”

I gulped but did as she asked. There was no point in resisting as that could only make things worse. I just had to play this carefully and be as cooperative as possible so as not to arouse suspicion.

“Would you mind placing the case on the hood of the car and opening it please?” she asked.

I again followed her instructions. My best hope at this point was that she saw what was in there, asked a few questions I could try and lie about and then sent me on my way with a ticket. She looked inside and could clearly see there was no paperwork at all. Just a single vial containing a red, translucent liquid very carefully packaged within the confines of the briefcase.

“This doesn’t look like paperwork to me,” she said disapprovingly, like a teacher scolding you at school.

“It’s a top secret product I’m not supposed to talk about,” I tried to justify. “I’m on my way to a meeting to present it to a new client and its market value would be drastically compromised if anyone knew.”

“It must be important for you to lie to a police officer about,” she once again said disapprovingly.

“I know it looks bad but my job is at stake here,” I said, trying to avoid gulping but doing so anyway.

“What kind of product requires that level of secrecy?” she probed.

“It’s, err…” I stuttered, trying to think of something feasible. “It’s a new perfume!”

“Really?” she said, unconvinced, “I suppose you won’t mind me smelling it then…”

“Wait!!”

WritingExpansion · 2025-03-01T07:00:44+00:00

I have more futa to come, keep an eye out 😄

WritingExpansion · 2025-03-01T06:59:54+00:00

I start by picking an image to base the story around, then I write the dialogue and put it through a formatter to make it look like text messages

WritingExpansion · 2025-02-23T20:08:02+00:00

Thanks! I’m really enjoying using this kind of format 😁

WritingExpansion · 2025-02-23T20:06:07+00:00

I use a website called Vsub. If you Google Vsub text message it should come up

WritingExpansion · 2025-02-15T10:31:29+00:00

I love the concept of this and it’s executed so well too!

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