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Mark Stretch🔞
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TOTALLY NSFW. Weird porn. Don't like it? Don't look/follow.
OG fetish artist from before the Internet.
Pregnant bellies, furries, cocks, boobs, hyper & weirdness.
Striving to make the impossible real.
Maybe a little obsessive.
Not taking commissions.
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Margaret knew there was something weird about the two guys who hired her to be a surrogate, but she was having a hard time even remembering them, nor could she find a contract. The only proof she had they existed was the bank deposits, and a rapidly growing belly. (more in Alt Text).
Hugely pregnant nude woman with large brests resting her enormous belly on a large bed. The last couple who had hired Margaret to be a surrogate had seemed very strange. In fact, she could not remember much about them. She could swear they had signed a contract, but she couldn't find it anywhere in her house. She didn't even have a phone number. All she could remember was that they were a male couple, and that they had talked her into getting pregnant through sexual intercourse with both of them. She was a little hazy on that, too, but she vaguely remembered that they had gone at it for an entire day. After a couple of weeks, she was beginning to doubt that it had even happened. But after four weeks, she could definitely feel a lump in her belly. She was pregnant. She meant to check with her OB-GYN, but she kept forgetting to make an appointment. Even writing it on the calendar to remind herself, she whited it out and forgot. Each week, another $10,000 appeared in her checking account, from an anonymous source. Her uterus grew with frightening speed. She could easily tell the difference from one day to the next. At eight weeks, it was the size of a cantaloupe, and she had a very noticeable belly bump. Every two weeks, it doubled in size. At ten weeks, she looked full-term with twins. At twelve weeks, she looked pregnant with quadruplets. At fourteen weeks, she had gained nearly a hundred fifty pounds, and her belly was bigger than the woman who had given birth to octuplets. At sixteen weeks, she could barely walk. She could only sit with her legs splayed wide around her belly. She still couldn't remember to schedule an appointment with her OB-GYN. By 26 weeks, all she could do was rest her belly on the king size bed and watch it swelling ever larger, day by day. It was tearing her skin apart and stretching her uterus beyond all imagination. Her ribs were in agony, and her boobs were triple their size, and swollen hard. But she loved every minute.
August 27, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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Although, looking at my brother's Case 210, they did run a lot of the hardlines inside the backhoe boom, probably to keep them from getting bashed.
Case 210B backhoe, old and rusty
June 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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Unexpected Hormone Replacement Therapy Results.
Idea inspired by events.
Four panel comic, titled "Unexpected Hormone Replacement Therapy." First panel: Goat man consulting with doctor. Doctor states "Your tests indicate low steroids. I think you could really benefit from hormone therapy." Second panel: Goat man is imagining himself as a buff, muscled Adonis with a huge cock. He says "sounds good to me!" Third panel: Doctor injecting goat man's arm. Fourth panel: Six weeks later, instead of getting muscles, goat man has gained a gigantic pair of breasts.
June 2, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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Deanna, thirty-four weeks pregnant with her minotaur husband's babies and loving every minute, posing to show off her astonishing pregnancy to the world. Little did she know that she would not give birth for another sixteen weeks, and that her belly was going to get much, much, MUCH bigger.
Woman lying on her side, enormously pregnant, her belly the size of an entire horse, with massively swollen breasts.
May 9, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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He was designed to be a genetic carrier and high-capacity breeder in an experimental program to produce GMO soldiers by impregnating mares. His was called Tony Sagessy—a nickname derived from his project designation: TNE-SGSE. He did not like the name. He preferred to call himself Horse.
Picture of black man with a large, erect horse penis and extremely large testicles: From the story text: Tony Saggessy was his name—more of a designation than a name, really—but he preferred to think of himself as Horse. Tony was a nickname version of the legend stamped at the top of a large number of files in an underground bunker, just below "TOP SECRET" and just above "EYES ONLY:" TNE-SGSE—"Teratological Neo-Embryonic Strategic Gene-Splicing Experiment." It was also tattooed on the back of his left shoulder. He did not like the name. He was designed with exceptional reproductive capacity, and virtually unlimited sexual stamina, in order to ensure that sexual fatigue would not limit how often he could be used. His sperm is almost a retrovirus, which can reprogram the DNA of the mares to produce the desired offspring. As it turned out, the same reprogramming worked on some humans, which the researchers did not discover until Tony escaped from them.
May 6, 2025 at 9:03 PM
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Not the FIRST movie I saw in the theater, but one of the more memorable ones.
Still image from the movie, Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
March 3, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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Sun House Mare, Kreala, contemplating her unexpectedly overabundant pregnancy, her rapidly swelling uterus, and the months she has yet to grow. (more in Alt Text).
Image: Nude female centaur, so hugely pregnant her belly almost reaches the ground. Her breasts are so large she cannot reach the nipples with outstretched arms. Kreala had been in the Sun House for almost twenty years, and in that time she had given birth over a dozen times. In a way, being a mother had become her most important identity. So when she was unable to get pregnant, no matter how enthusiastically she tried, she began to panic. The more talented of the Healers, like Larana, could have gotten to the root of the problem and made an adjustment, but Kreala was feeling a little bit guilty for her greed. After all, she had already given birth to thirty-six babies, and anybody would agree that retirement would be well deserved. And yet, she wanted desperately to be pregnant again. There were other ways to enhance fertility, though. Certain herbs that she could take, and others for the stallions that would help their fertility. Their effects were unpredictable though, as she soon discovered. She got pregnant without much difficulty, but as the months passed, her belly swelled so rapidly, she knew that she had unleashed something she might not be able to handle. By two months, she was already the size of a normal pregnancy. By three, she was larger than twins. After four months, her belly was larger than any mare's she had ever seen, and still it grew. By six months, it had nearly reached the ground, and its growth was only accelerating. As a centaur, she would not give birth for another five months, but each month her belly's size doubled. The universe still had a sense of humor, because she went almost a month past her due date before going into labor. By that point she was a belly with legs. After another two days of contractions and births, exhausted, she finally delivered the last of her seventeen girls and fifteen boys, all large healthy foals. As two of the foals suckled at her massive breasts, she fantasized about her next, even larger pregnancy.
January 30, 2025 at 11:10 PM
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Jennifer told a tribal magic woman in New Guinea she wanted to be pregnant "more than anything." Too late she learned what that meant—becoming pregnant, giving birth and becoming pregnant again immediately without sex—a literal baby machine, giving birth to ever-growing numbers each time.
Enormously pregnant woman lying on carpet.
January 29, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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Sometimes the Shaped don't develop exactly as designed, with unexpected genetic expression, which can leave them abandoned by their commissioner and without a role. (alt text).
Goat woman, huge breasts, horns, gray cargo pants. Maersa had been made by the Shapers to be a domestic, but early on it became obvious that she was a "Scrub," which is one of the Shaped who exhibit unanticipated characteristics. Her horns were one unexpected characteristic, which her commissioner was willing to overlook. The other deviation, however, was harder to ignore. She wanted a domestic, not a porn star or dairy goat. Maersa hitched her way around North America. Sometimes she encountered humans who were attracted to exotics, which always made for good times. Humans could not get her pregnant, and she was completely immune to human STDs, so she enjoyed herself as often as she could. Sooner or later, she found herself on the road again. Through it all, her breasts kept growing. But her legs and back were so strong, she hardly noticed the weight. While their growth slowed, it never quite stopped. She ended up in Northern California, where she found work as a trail guide. The campground was owned by humans, but they were an investment group managing a group of shell corporations that used the camp to buffer excess profits. The camp made money, but on paper it was a disaster, which suited the absentee owners' plans. They had no interest in actually running the camp. Management and most of the staff were all Shaped of various species. A few, like Maersa, were Scrubs, leaving them without even paper owners or assigned function. The senior counselor was a six hundred pound Kodiak named Petrovich who had been culled from the Kazakh infantry after budget cuts. He took his role as leader and protector very seriously. Anybody who caused trouble for any member of his adopted family would have to "Face The Bear." He made sure she knew that Maersa would have a place to live, no matter what. Here at last, she found a place where she could feel at home.
January 21, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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The power of the Shapers gave the extremely wealthy—the "Dreamers"—the power to create customized living toys tailored to their own desires. All aspects of the Shaped could be controlled, including physical and emotional response—almost perfectly. (see alt text)
Image: Unicorn man, white, with cloven hooves and long hair. Kneeling with hands clasped on his lap. He has blue eyes and a large, equine erection. Caption text: "The cruelty of the Dreamers knew no bounds, for who but a sadist would create a unicorn who could not even heal himself?" ===UNTOUCHABLE=== Dream you were, born of a frustrating day Flesh Dreamed to life by my deviant lust. Shaped from my Dream, lest you'd never be made: Gone where forgotten Dreams crumble to dust. None shall you love, nor from any love find. Thus have I Dreamed you and so must you be. Flesh that I own, as you lived in my mind. Each second living in service to Me. Only my touch circumscribes your release. In me all pleasure for you is imbued. Only for me will your prurience ease. Onan cannot quiet your solitude. Join me, pale beast. Let our limbs intertwine. Lost in your scent make my passions ignite. Fantasy healer, on me shall you dine, Until petit morte steals our minds for the night. Justice is only a circle drawn 'round Cleaving to me only things I can bear. Outside, the wicked and evil abound; Inside lies all that I give the name "fair." Larger each year has the circle been drawn. Lucky you are that I Dreamt you Inside. Weak humans broke at the follies you've borne. None kept my interest long, ere you arrived. Never stray ye from the dragon you ride. Let you cry none but the tears of My joy. Willingly give me your heart and your hide, Lest I forget you, and dream a new toy.
January 20, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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Analexi Karinova, designed as a companion, later finding success as a high-end escort for the aspiring oligarchs. Longer description in alt-text (had to re-up because I forgot the %$@&* labels).
Analexi Karinova, engineered from several domestic and wild caprine species. Full curving horns of a goat on the younger side of middle-age. Facial features between goat and antelope. She has goat hooves and very large breasts. Designed to be a companion and playmate for a lonely old gentleman in Vladivostok who had made an obscene fortune selling shoe deodorizers to the Chinese. He enjoyed his time with her greatly, but as he had ordered her designed to be insatiable, endlessly creative, and tireless, she proved to be more than the old fart's heart could handle. Under the terms of his will, she was granted her independence and an extremely generous endowment (financial, that is, in addition to her natural ones), administered as a trust by his law firm (as GMOs cannot legally own property). She has dabbled in the entertainment industry, but has found her greatest success as an exotic escort. Her presence alongside the social climbers lends a veneer of success and appearance of vast wealth to moderately successful men and women who are trying to impress those who own the planet—those who run everything that matters
January 18, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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She used to be able to wear those.
January 17, 2025 at 7:13 PM
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Short stack goat lady taking a load off her hooves.
January 13, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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Commission work: Thunder the centaur. He appealed to the tribal god to grant him fertility, and got more than he bargained for.
From commission text: In this certain case, the character in question has undergone a transformation from his tribal fertility god: "He looked down to something odd: a torn pair of breechcloth pants, a second muscular chest attached to his waist, and that ended in a pair of hooves! He then quickly turned around to confirm the rest of his suspicions: a brown barrel extended from himself ending with a tail and hind hooves. The god did answer his prayers alright, by making him part horse! That draft was starting to feel mighty chilly... He trotted around his longhouse in his new form, getting used to his spacings and movements. But he felt another weight that seemed to be hanging freely from his underside. Having been the village's horse trainer, he knew quite well the anatomy of his fellow companions, but this seemed odd for him, even after his "blessing." He attempted to turn in a way that would make his underside more visible to his human half, but apparently, he had no need. The god had blessed him with a seeming impossible task! The man knew that a normal horse's penis extended about 12-14 inches normally when he was mating the mares in season, but his own endowment dwarfed his largest stallion: around 6 feet in length and a foot in girth! Along with the member peeking out between his forelegs, he noticed his balls had grown to the size of the watermelons in the garden."
January 10, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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Logistical Difficulties.
She's got the capacity to take him—if he can figure out how to get there. Just another of the challenges faced by hyper folks, and those who lust after them.
January 9, 2025 at 10:07 PM
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The company required senior officers to wear rank insignia while on duty, but sometimes the official uniforms did not fit Captain Bridgette, so she had to improvise.
In space, nobody can tell your ass is hanging out.
January 9, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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My banner picture: Daphne the Jersey, who comes from a long line of top dairy producers, dealing with the consequences of too much pressure, late in her pregnancy.
Pregnant cow woman with huge belly and breasts shooting milk against a kitchen counter.
January 8, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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You can get more with a smile than a frown. You can get even more with a smile and an enormous rack.
Goat woman with enormous breasts leaning on a balcony railing. Standing behind her, a stallion-man sporting an erection.
January 7, 2025 at 10:20 PM
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Patricia, lounging in bed. This may be after she met Francis, because she's not as self-conscious anymore.
January 5, 2025 at 3:59 AM
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People have accused this of being a photo-edit, which I suppose is a compliment of sorts. The background is real, but the woman was from-scratch.

Still trying to figure out the proper labels for my pictures. I suppose "Adult" is always safe.
January 3, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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🔞 Another sketch of an unnamed big-boobed goat lady, being a little less busty and a lot more nekkid.
Nude goat woman standing and staring directly at viewer, with small horns and very large breasts.
January 2, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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Don't have a name for this character. She was inspired by an online comic that started out strong but kind of veered off in the weeds.
Dancing goat lady with large breasts and short pants.
January 2, 2025 at 6:39 PM