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alwaysexpanded-deactivated20160 asked:

Are pretty selective with whom you art trade with if you do at all?

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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.

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Anonymous asked:

How many questions do you get every day? Aside from the bot ones.

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Usually just one.

Because huge nuts, and forced auto.

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Anonymous asked:

Whats your opinion on the latest FA rule update regarding YCHs and 'link to X to enter' nonsense? I'm pretty glad they did it myself.

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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.

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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.”

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Anonymous asked:

What projects are you working on?

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That’s a bit of a list.

In no particularly prioritized order:

  • Continue working on the backlog of overdue commissions, trades, and gifts.
  • Continue working on the numerous comic series’ that I’ve started over the years and have yet to finish.
  • Create new works, including further study and production of images featuring human characters.
  • Condense my belongings to as small a space as possible for future ventures.
  • Continue studies.
  • Continue the ongoing conflict of what to do with myself, primarily long term.
  • Continue pursuit of happiness.

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Anonymous asked:

What have you always hated drawing? Wether or not you actually like the subject I more so mean what sort of objects or things are the hardest for you to do?

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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.

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Anonymous asked:

Do you drive, bun?

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Indeed, though I try to avoid doing so whenever possible; I hate dealing with traffic.

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Anonymous asked:

You're pretty good at writing! How and whats your inspiration to do it?

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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.

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Anonymous asked:

Given its that time of year already, what do you plan on doing for Christmas?

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Working, as always.

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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.

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Anonymous asked:

Dear Bunnu: are you afraid of heights? I don't see you floating too often, so I'm wondering if it's that or you just don't use helium. (hey, that stuff's in short supply now...)

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fawkes-winchester asked:

Hi, how are you? Can I pet you? :D

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Sure! ^w^

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Anonymous asked:

Do people ask you a lot of things?

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Not that much, no.

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Anonymous asked:

Whats your guilty pleasure?

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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.