An entirely new existence with a series of simple purposes, or maybe just one purpose, not having to think about anything else ever again.

I get sad! Always have since I was younger.

I had trouble imprinting emotionally onto actual inanimate objects. I still can't throw old toys away.

Uh, excuse me, I ordered boob growth potion and my shoulder boulder heaving honking gropepillow udder tits are the same? What gives?

My backbreaking wobblemeat milkbag hyperjuggs have always been this size, I thought I was supposed to get bigger?

I need a manager.

After Dark, it's nornally for accounts that focus on like...really dark themes in kink.

In both scenarios I am encouraging the TF victim to drink water, lmao

I get that! Lots of folks bounce in and out because my moods really can range from "cute bubbly bimbo TF" to "you are now a sewage pipe FOREVER".

But hey, my DMs are open if you have direct questions, which goes for anyone reading this post too.

Which in the end I suppose this set of posts is more an admission of what some people might suspect of us as a system and our interests. And an open door to let people who're curious be comfortable asking about the After Dark side of transformations with us.

Hope that helps! Was just on my mind~

Not like "I'd have trouble expressing myself there" because I can definitely go all out with TF. I do love *bad ends*, y'know? Gross TFs, ego death, stuff like that.

I just don't have the mental capacity to run a second account.

So I just do all the harsh stuff behind closed doors/DMs.

The Sonic's Chili Cheese Coney Slim Jim meat stick was tasty.

It smelled foul and tasted like a sweet beef concoction I cannot fully describe.

It's okay, that's more than memorable enough. I'll take it down...eventually~