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It's funny that the original AI Winter was coined such because the two researchers likened the fall in the 80s to a nuclear winter, since that's what the post-bubble one is starting to forecast like.

Mood song while writing this:

Hex, by Gao. (The House in Fata Morgana OST)

"Let's go home."

Aino nodded, and let Frida lead the way by the finger through the bloodied field, paying no mind to the half-devoured deer carcasses.

"...do you think you'll stay like this?"

Aino flashed her fangs at her lover's question. Frida was being coy again.

"...if you wish." (6/6)

"It's okay. I'm fine now."

Aino cradled Frida's whole head in her palm, embracing her back as carefully as she could, burying her cheek into her fluffy stomach once more.

They gazed into each others eyes under the bright moonlight, both thinking how the other had never looked more beautiful. (5/6)

Something about the idea excited Aino a great deal, but she stayed in control of herself, and her desires.

She couldn't understand why her form was this big now, but that didn't matter right now. She had messed up. She had lost control. Making Frida feel safe was the only thing that mattered. (4/6)

Droplets of blood were still slowly dripping down on Frida's face from Aino's fangs. Her clothes had been smeared with blood from Aino's stained fur, as had been her left cheek.

It wasn't Aino's blood, but her instincts couldn't help but think that she had marked Frida as her own now. (3/6)

Frida's face was all kinds of red.

Her eyes were swollen from from the tears that she was still stiffing to contain.

She was blushing from having to embrace her beloved like this. Something about her smile made Aino feel that she was being more bashful than usual.

And then there was blood. (2/6)

[16]: Fangs/Blood

"Aino."

The woman's mind was broken from the darkness it had been shackled in by the sound of her own name. But even the name alone would have done nothing had it not been the soft, trembling voice of her lover.

Aino gazed down at Frida. (1/6)

#sizetober #sizetober2025 #sizesky

Day 16: Steam

For day 16 of #Sizetober, Kaia has gone to a sauna to relax. She also found a peeping bug, but honestly, that just gives her something to fidget with while she lounges~

All characters depicted are 18+
#sizesky #feet #sauna #nudity

No new pictures. Where are you mentally?

Mood song while writing this:

ウィドウメーカー (Widowmaker), by -45.

Soja did calm down eventually. Her ghastly huffs quieted down, as did her heaving. But the emotion behind those little eyes never wavered. I met her eyes straight on, even as she began to float closer.

I felt her cold presence whispering in my ear.

"Would you... like... more?"

*gulp* (8/8)

The eyes I saw from amidst her long locks were burning with a feeling I hadn't seen before from her. It was like she was possessed.

No, not possessed.

Obsessed. Passionately, endearingly obsessed, willing to go to any lengths to satisfy themselves.

Even just looking at her gave me chills. (7/8)

"It was better than last time! You licked me up before I could do it myself, you were in control, couldn't have stopped you even if I wanted to. Swallowing me down on instinct, uncaring to my wriggles, at the mercy of your empty stomach. It was the best. You are the best. You are... You..." (6/8)

I looked away bashfully without meaning to, evoking yet another fit of laughter from the gloomy ghost.

"I just... had to feel it again."

...hm?

"He was weak, even in death. Caught by surprise while scavenging, couldn't resist my possession."

Did... she...?

"And you know what?" (5/8)

I frantically voiced my concerns. Soja merely laughed back in her own shambling way that did little to quell them.

"A big worried of being eaten? No need, no need~"

She continued.

"I just... wanted to feel how you felt. You were getting reaaally worked up while sleeping, you know~" (4/8)

Something did look off about her this morning.

Was she... taller? Not just taller, but visibly bigger all around, comparable to a whole pinky instead of just the tip.

She had always looked the same. And this possession was new...

...had she been gnawing on my soul?! Could they do that?! (3/8)

Soja had been haunting me ever since I moved to this flat. Freaked the hell out of me at first, but she had ultimately been harmless. The most she ever did was move items around to annoy me.

It made sense. A ghost of one of the little ones couldn't have that much presence.

That being said...(2/8)

CW: Vore

[14]: Creepy/Cute

My rather embarrassing dream ended to me feeling someone touching me up. It has my hand, but I couldn't feel it... or move it.

The little ghost popping her head from my palm almost made me fall off the bed.

"Sorry~ My baad~" (1/8)

#sizetober #sizetober2025 #sizesky

Voluntarily skipping today's prompt to avoid forcing myself too much with these.

Though I do already have some ideas for some of the other ones that are due for this week, so shouldn't end up happening too often.

Mood song while writing this:

Toki no Hana, by Kamen Rider Girls. (Kamen Rider Gaim OST)

She did not push me past her lips, having opted to leave me trapped between them and the pad that was taped at the bottom of the crotch. They nibbled on me as she walked, soaking me even further with her love juices.

I didn't dare to think what'd happen when she'd inevitably sit down. (11/11)

It really felt she could have dislocated my shoulders at any moment when two of her fingers began to slide me down her body. I barely even registered that she was wearing underneath the costume.

Irma rubbed me through her cleavage and past her novel. The destination became obvious. (10/11)

The heat, the seat, the pressure... it was like being trapped in a sauna that was trying to crush you with its soft walls. And the moment I thought it couldn't get any worse than this, Irma managed to read my mind.

"Ah, I think people'll see you like this. Lemme move you a bit." (9/11)

There was nothing remotely fresh about this. How could it already reek so bad in there?

Stupid question. It was obvious that she hadn't showered beforehand, as always.

I was unceremoniously dropped into that woman-made hell, snapped in place by her collar the moment she let go of the suit. (8/11)

"'Sides, it's good for you to get some fresh air every now and then."

She began to lower me until I was at her neck.

"Unfortunately this suit doesn't have pockets, so we'll have to improvise."

The slight parting of the neck of her suit was enough to waft foul-smelling hot air from within. (7/11)

I was met with the yellow lifeless eyes of the costume's helmet.

"...you know, I figured I'd only demonstrate this to you, but holding you like this... having you with me might help me get in character."

My protests fell on deaf ears. Either Irma couldn't hear me, or she didn't care. (6/11)

"Ta-dah! A fully accurate Micronizer Device, mini variant. Its default setting of 5cm lets me simulate the normal 49m size."

Irma continued to prattle on about its specifics and lore, but it all got drowned out by the terror I felt at the giant hand coming to pick me up. (5/11)

"And that is?"

Irma pointed it at my direction and pulled the trigger, blinding me with its blue ray. By the time my vision returned to me, I was unable to believe what I was seeing.

The reality of the situation was enforced on me by the quaking steps of my now-giant otaku roommate. (4/11)

I sighed. Her cheeriness was starting to annoy me, so I tried to poke at her as usual.

"Also, weren't those the guys who grew huge? You look about as short as usual."

"Not always! 'Sizes, couldn't attend at that size. But I got the next best thing."

Irma proudly presented a scifi prop gun. (3/11)