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Art Trade - Shoji-Ikari by BedBendersInc

The shading is very good on this and you get a good idea of the light from this picture. The expression is also very enjoyable and the ...

Setsuko's belly expansion by Marrazan

This is a very well done piece of animation. The way you make her stomach grow over short intervals gives the viewer a much better appr...


Ok, first of all the neck is tiny and probably wouldn't be able to support a head that large, since the hair is one single colour with ...


A vore take on an old classic. Excellent work on this. I like how you've created a tragic atmosphere with this story and how a simple a...

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1.- You have to post these rules
2.- Each person has to share 13 things about them
3.- Answer the 13 questions asked to you and invent 13 questions the people you tag will have to answer 
4.- Choose 13 people
5.- Go to their page to inform them they are tagged
6.- Not something like "you are tagged if you read that" 
7.- You have to legitimately tag 13 people.
8.- You can't say that you don't do tags.
9.- Tag-backs are ALLOWED
10.-YOU MUST MAKE A JOURNAL ENTRY. NO COMMENTS. Unless you're commenting about the actual entry.
11.- You have to finish this within a week. If not; you'll have to do whatever the creator tells you to. Art, rp, etc.
12.- Be creative with the title. No "I've Got Tagged" things.
13.- Cussing is ALLOWED

About moi

1. I need to wear glasses, but didn't start wearing them until I was 3. My parents apparently just never picked up on it.
2. I used to play with little paper pieces in class and pretended they were robots. 
3. I still speak a decent amount of French, or at least I can sound like I do. 
4. My first proper console was a PS1. 
5. I once won an iPod Nano by editing a video together. 
6. I have a love of checkered shirts. 
7. I am lazy. Way too lazy for my own good. I find it really hard to get motivated to do things that aren't easy. 
8. My favorite food is bacon. 
9. I've always been big about knights and medieval fantasy. 
10. My characters tend not to reflect me. 
11. People tend to depend on me emotionally... it can be a bit overwhelming.
12. I imagine way too much around simple interaction, like thinking about entire false scenarios. 
13. I feel nervous about posting anything serious or design based around here due to either being judged or it not being interesting to people who watch me. 

Questions

1. Who is your inspiration?
Vincent Van Gough. I really aspire to him. Unappreciated in his time and did whatever he wanted with his work. My kind of man. 
2. What is your most favorite style of the arts?
I've always been a fan of cell shaded styles. But anything that does something unique with the medium is top points for me. 
3. What is your least favorite style of the arts?
Probably typography. I'm sorry, it just doesn't appeal to me. 
4. How often do you draw/create?
Draw, not often enough. Create on the other hand, I make a lot of crap, usually in written form. Like, once a day i'll be adding to something like that. 
5. How do you feel about criticism?
I can take it and give it. Obviously constructive is best but, it's kinda fun to be a dick about it sometimes. 
6. If you could make a rule for all artists to follow, what would it be?
Respect yourself and your work. 
7. PC or Console?
PC. I miss not playing with a controller sometimes but it's just way more convenient
8. If money wasn't an issue, where would you take a trip to?
SPACE. 
9. If you could have the style of any artist, who would it be?
Yusuke Kozaki. His kinda style is something i'd love to get my hands on. 
10. 
If you could make a movie, who would you hire as a director to help you?
Tim Burton. A madman requires another madman. 
11. 
What's the biggest/most spectacular work of art you have dreamed of making?
Either an animated series based around one of my ideas or a video game based around one of my ideas... or a comic, that'd be nice too. 
12. If you could meet an artist face-to-face, who would it be?
Tehartmonkee. There's something I need to tell her...
13. What game/movie/book/etc. effected you the most?
Tough one. I'd say probably (I fucking didn't answer this, what the shit.) Timesplitters: Future Perfect. It's been a heavy influence. 

I ain't taggin' no-one. FAQ U. 

  • Mood: Content
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  • Reading: Fanfiction
  • Watching: Markiplier
  • Playing: Team Fortress 2
  • Eating: Chocolate
  • Drinking: Pepsi Max
steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles…

It's on the Steam workshop now as a demo. I've been adding more to it so it should be easier to get now. Go give it a look if you wanna. I mean I ain't gonna force ya. 

Also, for those of you without RPG maker.

www.dropbox.com/s/tselssk6no4y…
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Gotye - State of the art
  • Reading: Forum posts
  • Watching: Jim fucking Sterling son
  • Playing: Team Fortress 2
  • Eating: STAEK
  • Drinking: Coek
Caden's evil side
Caden smiled widely. "A hoodie in summer? Oh no. We can't have that." He smiled as he looked to the white hoodie clad redhead. "Ansuz and Halagaz's loss meaning should do the trick." He was surprised, such a redhead certainly he would have noticed before, was she new? Caden's smiled widened manically when he saw that the woman possessed a gigantic rear. "Or... I could go with Plan B."

Tia was in her Assassin's Creed hoodie with a few friends. They were just window shopping on a small strip of shops near her home. Tia felt a surge of breeze upwards. The wind hadn't blown like that all day and it made her wonder. The chill made her turn back, only to see her pants were now missing, revealing the panties beneath as the only thing left. Her face went into shock and she blushed as a great portion of her rear was now exposed despite the hoodie's length.


"Now that's what I call... a resounding success." Caden said as he strolled away. Little did he know the redhead would notice him and bide her time for when she could get revenge.

Is it any wonder why Caden is punished so much when he pulls stuff like this?

Tia belongs to :icontia-vestille:
Caden is mine, yo. 


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“Ah, I see you have returned.” A member of parliament expressed his surprise, standing amidst the corridors of Arcturus. He was speaking with a Quarian. Said Quarian was dressed in yellow robes with black patches over the usual suit most Quarians could be seen in. She folded her arms, leaning slightly on her other side.

“Indeed. You seem surprised.” She quipped, to which the human politician looked somewhat awkward.

“Somewhat…” He admitted, to which the Quarian seemed somewhat irritated. “Rocio, it’s been difficult acquiring your usual pay… we’ve gotten few prisoner transfers recently.”

“Well, if you don’t have them, I could always snack on you.” She threatened flirtingly, causing the politician to back up and gulp in worry.

“No no… I’ll have some sent to your room… just keep a lid on the noise, last time we got several noise complaints thanks to it.” The Quarian grinned and patted her growling middle expectantly.

“I like to have a good time, sir. You can’t blame me for that.” And with that, she turned on her heels and left the young man befuddled as to his situation. Rocio Vas Neema’s last mission had been particularly stressful, a lot of engineering work on the Alliance base. Certainly didn’t help that they’d been attacked whilst she was working too. Not to mention that Reaper scare… it made her shudder just to think about it. But what mattered was the Neema had made it back fine. And now not only did she have some down time to herself, she could enjoy her reward.

A long time back when she joined the Alliance, she displayed her skills to them and impressed them greatly. She agreed to work under them, but only on one condition. A specific thing she lusted after often. Live meals. The only kind of food that could really stimulate and entertain her longer after having eaten it. It was a dirty little secret she kept well hidden from her comrades and most members of the Alliance. Only a few knew of it. And they were all people she could trust.

She arrived back in her room as the door slid open. It wasn’t much, one bed, kitchen, bathroom, few chairs, nothing massively fancy. What mattered was the figures she found lying in the middle of the room, fresh from the cells on the lower levels. All three were bound and gagged, dressed in nothing but boxers. They were all fairly young and rather handsome looking, for Earthern males anyway. Once she had entered, the three of them turned their gaze toward her. They looked confused at first… and as the Quarian moved closer, her stomach let out a rather loud and telling growl, her fingers tracing a circle over it, grinning down over her three witless captives. They had no idea what was to come. But she knew and she would enjoy it to its fullest.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking towards the first of her three prisoners. She beckoned them with a curl of the finger. The prisoner stood and moved closer to her. She pointed down and the prisoner kneeled before her. She slid her hands up his arms and to his cheeks, bringing his head closer to hers, looking at him somewhat longingly. The prisoner seemed to get an idea as he began to smile, the two came closer and closer, drawn into the other’s embrace until nose could bump screen.

In a sudden flash of motion, Rocio slipped off her mask and opened wide, shoving the jailbird right into the awaiting lips of the hungry Quarian. She wasted no time in taking the first step, a big hefty gulp to draw her quarry into her throat, slurping at his chin a bit as he started to descend into her innards. Now realizing what was going on, he began to cry out in surprise and start to struggle, pushing on the Quarian’s body to try and force himself back out of her.

Another gulp ceased any chance of that as the shoulders and upper chest went into her cheeks, pinning his arms hard to his sides, both by his shoulders locking into her cheeks and her arms wrapping around her prey, keeping him in a tight hold akin to a serpent. She swallowed again, slinking his chest and stomach into her lips, relishing the taste of his bare body with her tongue, already feeling her outfit stretch and her body widen to encompass such a large portion of food. It was such a wonderful feeling, her stomach churning in anticipation of her meal which drew ever closer with each sordid swallow. His hips went next, the bulge in her neck thickening as her head tilted back and her gulping became quicker, slurping up the morsel’s legs akin to thick, kicking noodles, so easy to go down and so wonderful to feel their movements inside her throat.

With one final long slurp, she tucked her meal’s feet away into her lips and sent them down to join the rest of him. Her hands slid over her body as she felt the bulges sliding down her throat and collecting inside her stomach. Her hands held her belly tight as she felt a rush from inside her… something moving up her throat with tenacity.

“UUUURRRRRRPPPP!” she belched loudly, shaking the room and her belly slightly, letting out a sigh of relief as she sat on the bed, the weight of her stomach really hitting her. She glanced over to her two other morsels whom had seen had eat their fellow, now afraid and backing away. She giggled and wagged her finger at them.

“Now now, you two aren’t going anywhere. I’ve still got more room!” she insisted, standing up and approaching, snatching up one of them by the shoulder as he simply gulped and shook his head at her. She toyed with him, slipping her mask off and letting off a little belch into his face as he turned away in disgust. “Don’t like it? There’s more to come where you’re going!”

With that, she pushed him head first into her maw, swallowing his head and sliding her hands around her prey’s arms once again. The rhythm was far faster this time, having gotten used to the feeling again with her first meal still squirming away inside of her, soon to receive his much needed company. She continued to swallow her second tasty morsel, relishing his flavour as she threw her head back, her hands gripping onto her stomach as she felt it begin to strain and swell once again, growing to accept a second sweet offering. It felt so good to feel her meals go down, so good to make her stomach grow, she only wished she had more.

Another belch shook the room as she finished off her second meal, laying back a bit and rubbing her tummy some more, the squirming inside only provided more pleasure to an already blissful situation. The only thing that would make it better now, was a third occupant.

Said third occupant was crawling on his stomach toward the door, moving surprisingly quick for his bound state. Rocio noticed and watched him move, licking her lips in anticipation. She’d let him reach the door and reach his arms up to press the button and open it, some small hope of escaping this Quarian’s torture. But it was not to be. Just as his hands reached the button, he felt himself suddenly jerk backwards on the ground.

Rocio was moving somewhat animalistic, hunkered down to the floor and laying on her belly, her lips clamped around the feet of the final prisoner. Her gulp had brought him back down to the floor. He looked behind him and cried out in fear, seeing his shins sinking into her lips and maw, his hands scrabbled frantically on the floor, trying to gain some purchase and escape her ever hungry throat.

His actions meant little as with another strong gulp, his knees bulged out the Quarian’s cheeks and his thighs soon followed. She took her time a little more on this one, savouring his sweet sorrow as he was sucked further and further into her hungry throat. She went beyond his hips and up his stomach, holding his shoulders to help push him in further, her burgeoning belly begging her to devour him faster, it wanted the rest of its food, it wanted to be as full as it could manage, groaning and gurgling gleefully.

After a few long laboured swallows, she finally took in the head of her last meal, with another audible gulp she sent him sliding ever downward into his new home. She clicked her mask back on when she was done, barely covering up another loud belch that erupted from her lips, once her meal finally settled into her stomach with a slight wobble.

Rocio groaned languorously, sitting on her bed and relaxing slightly, letting the feeling of her belly squirm and jiggle with her sweet prey inside. She revelled in the feeling of dominance over the poor little prisoners, she was their master now and they would be trapped within her until they were ready to digest. But that could wait, for now it was time to play with her food.

“How does it feel in there boys? Is it comfy for all of you?” She teased, stroking her fingers across the surface of her large, squirming belly. The thrashing only increased with those words as her prisoners seemed very uncomfortable indeed. She giggled, poking and prodding the most prominent bulges showing up in her skin. “Poor boys… you’re all mine now. You’re going to digest away into my body and never be seen again.” She continued to tease them, sparking another round of intense struggling and wriggling inside of her, only adding to her pleasure. She loved teasing her prey so much, they always reacted so hard to it. And that just meant more wonderful tingling feelings in her belly. She threw her head back and let out another belch from all the movement, giggling again.

From within, she suddenly felt the shifting change slightly. One of her prisoners was rising up slightly, pressing on the top end of her stomach. She held her stomach, intrigued by this new movement. She felt her throat suddenly bulge up again and something wriggle up through it, returning closer and closer to her mouth. Now she knew what was going on. One of her morsels was getting the idea to try and escape! She slipped her mask off, an idea in her head on how to deal with the little upstart.

She felt his hand slowly creep up into the back of her throat and push its way into her mouth. She let her lips part as the fingers managed to grab onto her lower lip and pull slightly. The bulge in her throat grew thicker as the prisoner’s body shifted further and further up. His arm extended further, his elbow soon wedging one of her cheeks open. The Quarian just sat back and watched for a little while, the feeling of her throat bulging again was still enjoyable.

But now it was time to end this attempt at escape. Slowly, she put her fingers on the hand of the escaping prisoner and slowly pushed his hand back into her mouth, sealing her lips shut. The bulge in her throat began to squirm again as it realized what was happening, but it was far too late to stop her. With another long gulp, the hand slid back into her throat, along with the rest of her escaping victim. She burped once again, shaking the room around her slightly as she clicked her mask back onto her face, turning her gaze back down toward her belly.

“Awww nice try. You got so far too. But no-one ever escapes my tummy, no matter how hard they try!” she grabbed her belly and shook it about, punishing her prisoner who had tried to escape, now trying to make their confines even harder for them, no doubt soaking all three of them afresh in stomach juices. Eventually she relented and relaxed again, sighing happily.

“Rocio? It’s me. May I come in?” a familiar voice suddenly sounded from the door. Rocio smiled, recognising her fellow Quarian.

“You may, Tali.” She replied as the machinist of the Normandy entered her chambers, spying her comrade with her full, burgeoning belly.

“I see you accepted your pay again. Was it good?” she sat on the bed beside her, offering a hand to help rub her stomach, which Rocio accepted.

“Of course it was. I can never ask for better unless they begged me to eat them.” She joked with a giggle, another burp interrupting her laughter and making her belly wobble.

“I’ve always been curious… but… how does it feel? To eat them… and to… keep them?” Talia’s hands explored her fellow Quarian’s middle, feeling the lumps and bumps of the people inside, so intrigued by their shape and movements. Rocio looked to Tali, belching lightly.

“It’s an amazing feeling. Feeling them squirm inside me, stretching my skin and my throat, their salty and meaty flavour on my tongue, all their little movements make me react… it feels tingly all over my belly and in my throat. It’s utter bliss, Tali.” She explained, relaxing some more and slouching on the bed whilst her friend continued her little stomach massage.

“I see… I’ve been curious… and thought of trying it sometime…” Tali admitted somewhat sheepishly, hiding her gaze from her friend. But Rocio simply acted gleefully to her words.

“Well, I’ve seen you looking at that human Commander Shepard a lot! Maybe next time you invite him to your room, just try it out with him!” She laughed and belched a second time as Tali retracted her hands and thought on it… she looked to the full Quarian beside her, looking over her squirming stomach and her satisfied posture.

“Yes… perhaps I shall try that…” beneath her mask, her tongue briefly circled her lips. 

A Quarian's Quarry
The second commission due for :iconbloatedquarian:

This one was a little trickier to write considering I know little about Mess Affect, but I think I got it down decently enough.

It was a blast writing these commissions, must do more sometime.

Rocio Vas Neema belongs to :iconbloatedquarian:
Tali belongs to Mass Effect
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Curse you :iconeyeofsemicolon: for this!

RULES:

1.- You have to post these rules
2.- Each person has to share 13 things about them
3.- Answer the 13 questions asked to you and invent 13 questions the people you tag will have to answer 
4.- Choose 13 people
5.- Go to their page to inform them they are tagged
6.- Not something like "you are tagged if you read that" 
7.- You have to legitimately tag 13 people.
8.- You can't say that you don't do tags.
9.- Tag-backs are ALLOWED
10.-YOU MUST MAKE A JOURNAL ENTRY. NO COMMENTS. Unless you're commenting about the actual entry.
11.- You have to finish this within a week. If not; you'll have to do whatever the creator tells you to. Art, rp, etc.
12.- Be creative with the title. No "I've Got Tagged" things.
13.- Cussing is ALLOWED

About moi

1. I need to wear glasses, but didn't start wearing them until I was 3. My parents apparently just never picked up on it.
2. I used to play with little paper pieces in class and pretended they were robots. 
3. I still speak a decent amount of French, or at least I can sound like I do. 
4. My first proper console was a PS1. 
5. I once won an iPod Nano by editing a video together. 
6. I have a love of checkered shirts. 
7. I am lazy. Way too lazy for my own good. I find it really hard to get motivated to do things that aren't easy. 
8. My favorite food is bacon. 
9. I've always been big about knights and medieval fantasy. 
10. My characters tend not to reflect me. 
11. People tend to depend on me emotionally... it can be a bit overwhelming.
12. I imagine way too much around simple interaction, like thinking about entire false scenarios. 
13. I feel nervous about posting anything serious or design based around here due to either being judged or it not being interesting to people who watch me. 

Questions

1. Who is your inspiration?
Vincent Van Gough. I really aspire to him. Unappreciated in his time and did whatever he wanted with his work. My kind of man. 
2. What is your most favorite style of the arts?
I've always been a fan of cell shaded styles. But anything that does something unique with the medium is top points for me. 
3. What is your least favorite style of the arts?
Probably typography. I'm sorry, it just doesn't appeal to me. 
4. How often do you draw/create?
Draw, not often enough. Create on the other hand, I make a lot of crap, usually in written form. Like, once a day i'll be adding to something like that. 
5. How do you feel about criticism?
I can take it and give it. Obviously constructive is best but, it's kinda fun to be a dick about it sometimes. 
6. If you could make a rule for all artists to follow, what would it be?
Respect yourself and your work. 
7. PC or Console?
PC. I miss not playing with a controller sometimes but it's just way more convenient
8. If money wasn't an issue, where would you take a trip to?
SPACE. 
9. If you could have the style of any artist, who would it be?
Yusuke Kozaki. His kinda style is something i'd love to get my hands on. 
10. 
If you could make a movie, who would you hire as a director to help you?
Tim Burton. A madman requires another madman. 
11. 
What's the biggest/most spectacular work of art you have dreamed of making?
Either an animated series based around one of my ideas or a video game based around one of my ideas... or a comic, that'd be nice too. 
12. If you could meet an artist face-to-face, who would it be?
Tehartmonkee. There's something I need to tell her...
13. What game/movie/book/etc. effected you the most?
Tough one. I'd say probably (I fucking didn't answer this, what the shit.) Timesplitters: Future Perfect. It's been a heavy influence. 

I ain't taggin' no-one. FAQ U. 

  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Dead Astronauts - Bside
  • Reading: Fanfiction
  • Watching: Markiplier
  • Playing: Team Fortress 2
  • Eating: Chocolate
  • Drinking: Pepsi Max
steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles…

It's on the Steam workshop now as a demo. I've been adding more to it so it should be easier to get now. Go give it a look if you wanna. I mean I ain't gonna force ya. 

Also, for those of you without RPG maker.

www.dropbox.com/s/tselssk6no4y…
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Gotye - State of the art
  • Reading: Forum posts
  • Watching: Jim fucking Sterling son
  • Playing: Team Fortress 2
  • Eating: STAEK
  • Drinking: Coek

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CadenGallic
Neveryou mind
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Favourite genre of music: Game music...don't laugh
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Favourite style of art: Manga <3
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MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Shell of choice: wut?
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint.
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Favourite cartoon character: Count vile from Press Start
Personal Quote: Could be worse.
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I'm here from the Department of Pun Control.

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Then I'll shoot you with my bun and take you bread!
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