I had a thought earlier that I kinda’ like at the moment, but still need to mull over a bit. One thing that has always kinda’ ate at me when doing commissions is when someone has this really cute or sexy character, and they ask me to draw them in some otherwise kinda’ lame scenario, at least in my own opinion. So the idea that I came up with would be to have a cheaper commission option where people just let me play with their character as I see fit, and I mean absolutely.
Usually a coquettish femboi? Maybe he’ll stay that way, or maybe he’ll be forced to pack on a few hundred pounds of fat via tentacles and burst through that corset. Hell, maybe he’ll just burst.
Curvy gal? More like balloon!
Flat chested? More like balloon!
Balloon? More like Flat chested but still kinda’ curvy!
I dunno, it was just a silly thought; we’ll see if I’m still in the mood to do somethin’ like this later on down the road.
Nah, twisting folklore around is for anime series’ and network television shows. We’re furries, we make up our own shit as we go along and as we see fit.
Probably the hyper muscled male ballerina.

While there’s a lot that I dig about Japan ‘n all of its stuff, the whole deal with the tanuki never really appealed to me, and in many cases is a complete turnoff. So instead, have a femboi tanuki dog pumping his nuts to near bursting for the shear pleasure of doing so.

While I can dig a good variety of everything listed there and more, my absolute favorite will always be simply inflating someone’s belly with air.
Originally, no, there was no particular significance. Then one slow day at work I had a lot of spare time on my hands, so I figured out a whole long-ass story that explains everything about my character’s transformation from a wolf to a rabbit, his appearance, and numerous other things that happen in the little world that I’ve set him in.
When the option is available, one should always choose BOTH! >:3
Nah, it wouldn’t surprise me at all. I’m neither important nor popular enough to warrant any amount of real traffic, or generate interest in my thoughts on any given subject.
Only on the standard stuff, like quality and subject matter. If I’m going to spend time working on a drawing for them and their interests, it’s not going to be for something they just “sneezed out”, if you will, and doesn’t interest me at all.
Usually just one.
I don’t really have one. I don’t watch enough people on FA, and particularly not enough high activity artists, that I ever really noticed any problems of any kind. This right here is actually the first time I’d ever heard of the ‘link to enter’ stuff.

My Boyfriend.
My boyfriend came home late, and immediately pulled me into our bedroom. We stripped down, kissing, hugging, groping. His hand found its way to my shaft, gently massaging and stroking. I gasp, it feels different somehow; hotter, harder. It felt as though, with every stroke, I had more and more to for him to touch, and to my surprise, I did.
“Let’s see how much you can take.” He whispered.
It wasn’t the fact that he was somehow making my penis grow, inch by inch, foot by foot. Nor was it that he made it do so until it was too large for me to stand, much to my protests. It wasn’t even the fact that he began to grow transparent and gelatinous as a car pulled into the drive; as my boyfriend’s car pulled in.
It was that grin as the lock on the front door began to turn, as my testicles began to rapidly swell to catch up to my monstrous member. It was that smile as every last drop of that imposter stuffed itself into my genitals. It was that single sentence as, faintly, masked from the sound of footsteps walking down the hall toward our bedroom, it utters before the last disappears into my being.
“Let’s see how much he can take.”
That’s a bit of a list.
In no particularly prioritized order:
Anything with intricate details, or that requires texture in order to tell what it is. Being required to spend numerous hours working on something as tedious as, say, drawing fur, or the little patterns that most video game armors have really kind of takes a lot of the fun out of drawing. Sure it looks amazing once it’s finally done, but I swear, if there was a hell for artists, that would be a center point.
Indeed, though I try to avoid doing so whenever possible; I hate dealing with traffic.
Thanks! I guess my inspiration would be my pictures as I draw them. The stories I come up with tend to be far more detailed and intricate than the pictures they’re about, so I can either make a new comic (as has been the case a number of times), or I can just write the story.
Working, as always.

All the circumcised guys in the fem-fraternity had become heavily endowed after using it, but for some reason they scolded anyone uncut that even mentioned the odd item. After hours, he managed to steal it away to his room so he could show them that there was no reason he and the others shouldn’t be allowed to use it. Slipping it over and around his shaft and balls, he pushed the oddly warm metal ring snug against his soft figure; it took effect immediately.
His shaft grew erect, and then some, throbbing and pulsing, bulking larger with every beat of his heart, his balls swelling to match. A light stroke of his shaft sent it surging larger, gaining nearly half an inch in length, and half that in width in a single movement, forcing an unfortunately loud moan escaped him. Placing his hands over his mouth, he could hear his dorm mates begin to stir.
Panicked, he plunges his hands down toward the ring, rubbing either side of his turgid rod as they move, causing it to have a sudden burst of growth that tugs tightly at his foreskin. It all becomes clear as a chain reaction begins; his shaft thickens, further stretching his foreskin, stimulating it to repeat the process. His engorged testicles begin pushing their excess produce up and out of his possessed member, the feel of his own hot seed oozing over his taught flesh adds further effect.
He tries for the ring again, but it won’t budge; he’s grown to large to pull it off. Half his original size longer, but three times as thick, with two near grapefruit sized testicles pulling his scrotum tight as a drum, he had become larger than even the largest of his mates that he’d seen, to the point of being comedic.
Pounding on the door. They know what he’s done. The question is, is there anything they can do.

Sure! ^w^
Not that much, no.
I don’t really know that I have one. I think maybe putting lots of honey in my tea, or lots of cream in my coffee is about the closest to what would be considered a guilty pleasure.
Indeed, but not quite in that way. Being rather small, and more willing, whenever there’s any inflation involved, I’m usually the one on the receiving end.
Nope, because it’s not the big belly that interests me, it’s the fact that it’s swelling, being treated like a balloon, stretching larger and growing tighter as it’s pushed to its limit and beyond.
Most likely the ten years one. For bursting to be done right, there needs to be a good buildup, and it has to be a somewhat rare event, so at most only a small handful of people could be affected by it before it just became boring.
Yes, generally just in terms of muscle though, which is why I work out before bed nearly every night. Not so much for being bloated, though.
Dark; is good for the heart, and for some reason it just goes well with a cold winter night.
Nope, they actually scare the hell out of me still.

All are good options. I’m not as particular about what a character is filled with, so much as how they’re filled.

All of the above! Though only two of them at a time, otherwise it’s just too much going on, leaving no real room for anything.
MORE COCOA D:< And maybe little marshmallows.
It varies day to day. I like making others go boom, but who doesn’t like seeing a fluffy little bunny puff up and ‘splode once in a while?
HOT COCOA, KIELBASA, CHEESE, AND CRACKERS. ALSO SEX.
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