Doc Sleepy

@docsleepy.bsky.social

Serial goober, degenerate and shitposter (26, he/they/it) Expect a lot of shared art I like, with occasional memes and other goodies. PFP is gifted by @mudamura.bsky.social from an anon artist! BG is also commed by mudamura, from @bananitryi.bsky.social

Bending over backwards to please people that hate you for existing us just going to lead to worse persecution. You're one of my.favorite artists because you're so unapologetic about the shit you post and it makes me so viscerally happy. Please keep being fucking weird and destroy those who hate.

i got this dm yesterday and i figured id post the response i gave to try and articulate some of my feelings on this stuff since id figure itd be helpful for other people to see

a screenshot of a series of direct messages.

You sheepishly stammer, you'd been practicing this little speech in your head. Only now you're fumbling hardcore, and you can see the patience slwoly draining from her face. You explain the treasure you're after isn't gold, but it shines just the same. She grows flustered upon connecting the dots.

You quickly find yourself overpowered, her tongue parting your lips as she holds you close in a deep, passionate kiss. Her length eagerly grinding against you, her tip drolling pre. The scent of her latex is wonderfully alluring as you return her embrace. You feel her tail tenderly wrap around you

"You have a charming way with words." She coos. "Indulge me, and I will happily spare you. I may even allow you to part with a treasure of your own..." Despite any ominous undertones, lust and curiosity compel you to delve deeper as you continue to make out. Both your hands and hers wander lower.

Before you know it, your nose is desperately nuzzling against her own between kisses. Her shaft is hilt deep inside your new toyhole. It easily and eagerly takes the whole of her length without effort despite the size. Your new skunk tail supports the both of you as a bed/bodpillow.

A growing pool of seed seepe out from under the both of you. How long had it been, how many orgasms had she reached? You lose count as she hilts and fieres another deep within you. "You make a much better toy than an adventurer." She purrs, groping your now hefty chest. You catch your reflection..

It's almost impossible to tell the both of you apart. You're only able to tell because you know you're the one being hilted. Where you belong... Under her... Your proper place as a plaything... You couldn't help but agree with her. You felt so much prettier like this. Then an idea strikes you.

Eventually, the chamber is filled with others like yourself. Other adventures brought to heel and shown their proper place beneath her. As a living toy, her libido was near insatiable. As was yours, amd you always felt like she deserved more toys. Eventually, your own friends and party come...

"Aww, what's the matter... can't tell me and me apart~?" Was it her teasing your friends, or yourself. It FELT like something you would/should say at this point. The euphoria of being just like the toy who turned you is too intense. Being exactly like her is exquisite. You need to share this NOW