#and he is ONLY into humanoid twinks....

[fabledteeth]

something so funny to me about the fact that the hotfix patched astarion's new kiss lines not triggering (by just straight up removing them but whatever) and gave him a whole new kiss animation, only for that animation to also be bugged on literally every single non-short race (short races just dont get a new kiss at all) except for body type 2 (non-strong masc). like. did they. only test it on that one

[possessmedude]

Venom Muscle Possession - Part 1

Ryan was a hot young jock, but he wanted to make more progress on his body. He has been working out every day for over a year and can’t seem to make his muscles bigger. They were a good size, but he wanted them much bigger. He was getting undressed in the locker room when the Venom symbiote noticed him. Venom needed a new host and could sense the eagerness in Ryan. After observing Ryan’s tight body, Venom knew he would be a great new body for him.

Ryan had finished undressing and looked around to the empty locker room. He heard something behind him and he turned to see Venom manifesting into his humanoid form. His jaw dropped as he saw the large, muscular symbiote standing before him. Venom stuck his long tongue out of his mouth and into Ryan’s, going deep into his body. The feeling was euphoric and Ryan clinched his body and muscles. Venom’s tongue snapped back into his own mouth and he smiled. Ryan stumbled and looked back at Venom while admiring his huge muscles. He could feel a connection between his body and Venom’s, a yearning to be one.

“What do you want?” Ryan asked. Venom smiled saying “I need a new host to be my body and you’re the perfect vessel to host me.” “So you want to take over my body?” Venom licked his lips and said “Basically, yes. But it would be my body now.” “Why would I let you do that?” Ryan asked. Venom stepped closer to Ryan, grabbing his hands and putting them above his head and pinning him to the lockers. Venom put his head into Ryan’s pits and inhaled, breathing in his manly twink scent. “I see how you look at the other men in this gym with jealousy over their muscular bodies, and their big cocks. Let me inside you and you’ll be the alpha male, you’ll have all my muscles, and a huge dick.”

Ryan couldn’t believe it, but he looked at Venom with such admiration - he wanted every drop of him inside him. Ryan said “Do it, take my body” and then threw himself at Venom. Venom embraced Ryan’s body and started unraveling and wrapping himself around Ryan’s tight, muscular body.

Ryan felt Venom slithering over his body like a second layer of skin. It felt absolutely amazing, he reveled in bliss as Venom slithered his way up his torso, tightening around his biceps, then spreading to cover his cock and balls, all while caressing them while he spread. Ryan was so excited and loved the feeling Venom gave his body, he couldn’t wait. “Yes Venom, fucking take my body. Give me all of you - I want it all!” Ryan yelled.

Ryan’s body jerked backwards into the locker, with his hands above his head. He wasn’t in control of the parts of his body Venom has spread to. He involuntarily flexed his biceps then felt up his muscles which Venom was making even bigger. The symbiote was spreading up his neck and Ryan began smiling at the thought of another man controlling his body. “Come get me man!” Ryan yelled as Venom’s head hovered in front of Ryan’s face. Venom then shoved his head into Ryan’s face and his classic Venom face formed over Ryan’s.

“Fuck, you feel great Ryan, thanks for the body” Venom said while cracking his new neck. “This is only the first part to make sure you feel good, now comes the good part.” Venom started to turn into goo again and started flowing from all parts of Ryan’s body into his open mouth. With Venom still in control and Ryan in the backseat, Ryan’s body was chugging the symbiote down, even pushing as much as he could into his mouth. Ryan still felt everything and loved the sensation of the cool symbiote sliding down his throat and filling out his big, buff body.

He felt Venom sliding into his leg making them huge, filling his abs with chiseled definition, pumping up his big pecs, and sliding into his arms and making his biceps and triceps enormous.

Then Venom slid into his cock and caused it to grow to a full 13”, followed by pumping into his balls, making them huge and fall with a thud. Ryan’s body groaned and stretched as the remaining drops of the symbiote entered his body.

Ryan’s new incredibly buff body relaxed as Venom settled into his new host. He grabbed his jockstrap and took a deep whiff. “Fuck, you smell like such a man. Well…I smell like such a man.” Ryan smirked. Lifting his hairy armpit to his nose, he took a deep whiff and smiled, with his cock getting erect at the manly smell. Venom’s long tongue came out of Ryan’s mouth and licked his pit and biceps. “Delish” Ryan said, while flexing in the mirror.

Ryan decided to go lift weights in the gym to further bond the symbiote and human body by tearing and rebuilding their muscles together.

Ryan walked out onto the gym floor with manly cockiness. All the guys in the gym stared at him in shock and awe of how quickly he bulked up so much.

A jock named Brock, who used to be bigger than Ryan, approached Ryan in the locker room. “Hey man, what’s gotten into you? What’s your secret?” he asked. “A big boost, want some of it?” Brock responded with a “fuck yeah!” Ryan smirked and said “Open wide”. Brock, confused, did as instructed and opened his mouth wide open.

Ryan grabbed him and started shoving his tongue down Brock’s throat. Brock was confused and his initial instinct was to push Ryan off of him. But he continued to embrace Ryan, and then he felt something entering his mouth. He began to panic but Ryan had him locked in place. Brock felt a second symbiote slithering down his throat and beginning to fill out his body. It spoke to him in his head “You are my new body now. Accept me, let me in. We will be one. We will be as big as Ryan. You want this, you want to have his strength.” Brock was resistant but then started flexing and feeling the strength filling his body. “We will be huge together. Our body will be a beast among men. All men will crave your body, our body.” Brock’s cock started to grow at the arousal. Brock accepted the symbiote and chugged it deeper into his throat.

Ryan released his lips from Brock as the last of the symbiote spawn slithered down Brock’s throat. Brock’s body squirmed around while the new symbiote got adjusted in his body. Ryan watched his symbiote spawn take over Brock’s muscular body limb by limb and enjoyed every second of it. Brock’s body had grown in size and mass similar to how Ryan’s did. The last of the symbiote traveled up Brock’s throat ready to reach his brain and take complete control of his body. Brock was smiling as he felt the symbiote traveling to his head. “Fuck yeah man!!! I’m fucking huge! Give it to me!!” he yelled. Brock’s eyes rolled back into his head and he stumbled backward. A smirk slowly grew across Brock’s face as the symbiote was now in full control. Brock started flexing his muscles and feeling his body, rubbing his cock and balls. “How does it feel?” Ryan asked. Brock said “Amazing” as he continued to flex his huge biceps.

Ryan stepped toward Brock and began feeling his symbiote bonded body. The two began to make out, diving their abnormally long symbiotic tongues into each other’s mouths. Ryan took a deep whiff of Brock’s pits and licked them with his long tongue. Brock shivered in ecstasy at the feeling. Ryan slapped Brock’s naked ass and said “Come on, we have lots to do”.

To be continued…

[candycoated-rage]

im not typically a fan of human versions of bill cypher for one reason only and thats because every time hes shown to be put in skin he's the worst person ever. hes not a handsome twink if bill cypher were a real dude with flesh he'd look half dead. so heres my humanOID bill where hes still a two dimensional freak

[steam-beasts]

Art repost to pass the time. Still thinking out other stuff :/

Have the three railway men. Reminder: an average human being is as big as Gordon’s hand so…imagine a Big Boy 😈

Gonna explain humanoids here;

So, their chest hair and claws (as well as the troublesome trio’s) can change colour depending on if their paintwork was changed. Say for example that my infection au occurred back in the RWS days. Excluding the hair and neck, James’s bodily hair and claws would be black.

For wheels, it’s kinda the same with @asktrio516 ‘s humanoid engines. The amount of wheels they got on their ankles to their calves depends on on their size. For example; Tank engines and small diesels have one pair and tender engines and big diesels have two pairs.

Body shapes depend on their engine shapes and how strong they are. Pretty much everyone on Sodor will be all muscular and fit looking. Tank engines and some tender engines will be pretty chubby looking, but they’re still very strong and fit despite this. All that chubbiness is due to water tanks. As for diesels? Oil tanks. Simple as that.

Unlike their full on monster forms, tank engines have short dog-like tails and tender engines have longer, thicker tails to resemble their tenders.

I gave Henry really long hair that goes down to his hips, and yeah. Nature hippie in the making. He’s got huge scars on his arm, and a gnarly one on a portion of his body. Why you ask? Flying Kipper. I don’t think any surviving human being would come out of an accident like THAT physically unscathed. He’s only got a single streak of grey hair, but will likely (for the foreseeable future) keep it hidden since it will probably give him an existential realisation of how old he is.

Edward; he seems like a twink, so I made him a twink : D but of course, I gave him muscles. He’s got a nasty scar on his hip cuz of his exploit (duh). His hair, I had to give a bit of thought behind that. I wanted to go for an Edwardian/1800s hairstyle, something Edward-y. Of course, being an old fellow, he’s got streaks of grey and isn’t too ashamed of it.

Gordon obviously has quite a bit of grey in his hair. Doesn’t help either with how short it is, but he doesn’t seem too bothered by how it looks right now. Also, he’s chonky because yes. But he’s also beefy as hell. Would still be a big guy if he was a regular human.

The humanoids have digigrade legs because that helps them go faster, even without their wheels. Lastly, I’m thinking of either letting them have REALLY short fur that’s so short and sleek that you hardly notice, or just let them have fur in specific areas. He’s obviously got scars.

[eldritch-spouse]

I had a whole into, that I cut bc I’m not built to be a writer (bless you soldiers), and ain’t cultivating those skills here.

To cut to the chase:

I SPENT MONTHS

ENJOYING FOUL LEGACY FANFICS

And ALLL these writers describe a monstrous creature from the Abyss, who’s only motivation is fighting, death, and destruction. They kept calling it a moth monster with claws, fur, armor, and cape-like wings. He had a single glowing eye and only communicated in chirps/growls and the like. With nests and hunting and ALL THAT GOOD SHIT

And THEN— and then I decided just the other day, “hmm I’m craving a visual right now. Why don’t I check out a picture of this thing”…

AND HE’S JUST SOME GUY

They always harp on how terrifying this “creature of the abyss” is and if anything, it has an adorable little face. The only thing he has, is that he’s big. A big dude. That’s all he got.

I was MISLED and DISAPPOINTED. And that was all I could think about for like 20 minutes straight afterwards.

I even almost made a new favorite afterwards, Capitano. Who was in the staunchly humanoid category, but at least I wasn’t LIED TO about it! It’s a Monster of a Man vs a Man of a Monster here

Anyways, rant over. Goodday Dear Pin!

If I was 10x more motivated I might cope hard enough to make my own design 🤔

I. I don't known what the fuck you're talking about.

But I do understand that pain. Which is why I literally don't get into long fanfictions or even books without knowing that the "monster" is to my liking. Also because I've gotten way too comfortable with reader inserts and have no desire to read about some girl named Rebbecca with flowing blonde locks and green eyes- But that's just my desire for accommodation showing.

Can I say something that might be slightly incendiary? Foul Legacy is anime styled. And in terms of monster designs, you're either going to find the coolest thing ever or a fucking twink with horns. No in-between.

[mintaikk]

Analyzing the Circus & Biblical Elements in Hellaverse: Lucifer Morningstar

The Devil Daddy himself! The King of Hell! The original sin! And somehow, the silliest character in the show, Lucifer Morningstar!

Look, he's a ringleader. I've said it, the show says it, Vivziepop said it, his design shoves it in your face- HE IS A RINGLEADER. But leaving it at that is boring, despite how obvious it is, so I'm going to talk about the aspects of him being a ringleader and why he's a ringleader!

Why he's a Ringleader

The first and obvious reason is that Vivzie wanted him to be.

The in lore and symbolic reasons is because of the way Heaven saw him. In Overture, Charlie states, "He was a dreamer, with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But, he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven."

In a lot of stories, circuses symbolize risk, excitement, and freedom. It can also be a call for adventure, which fits Lucifer so well. He was so excited to create the world and give humans free will, which was seen as something risky and dangerous by Heaven. But, by giving Eve the apple, he was able to give the rest of humanity wonder and excitement, and most importantly, free will. While he does regret it, since he only sees the worst of the free will he has given, that doesn't stop the fact that he still made humans have their own identity away from Heaven, and isn't that the point of circuses? To provide freedom and an identity away from the norm?

Lucifer's Design

Like I said before, we already know he's a ringmaster, with the suit and tophat and all that. BUT there's also other elements to his design I find very interesting.

For one, the tophat has both a crown, and apple, and a snake on it. I didn't even notice there was a crown on him until the wiki pointed it out. The snake is pretty obvious, since the snake is the one that gave Eve the apple. (Also, did you know that the bible never really said that the serpent was the devil? It mightve been a subject of the Devil, but it was never stated to be the devil. That doesnt mean we cant theorize it was tho. I absolutely love analyzing Abrahamic Religions.) There are actually so many apple references to his design.

He has a somewhat hourglass figure with 2 dots on the back of his suit, which makes his body look like an applecore. His color scheme is also primarily red, white, and yellow, which is the colors that most apples have.

Vivziepop said that Lucifer and Charlie were loosely based on Porcelain Dolls, and whole that's cute, idk what that would have to do with it relating to lore. Not everything has to be lore related you know!

But Imma theorize anyways.

Perhaps it's like a puppet breaking off a string. When he was in Heaven, he was a puppet on a string, but now that he's away from Heaven, he's like a doll trying to find his purpose. It's a stretch, but still.

Or perhaps it's a reference to both hid and Charlie's child-like wonder, since dolls are mostly used by children who have big imaginations, like they do.

Demon Elements & References

In mythology, Lucifer was said to be the most beautiful angel and the most beautiful demon, so many artists took this as him being human, which is why he's the most humanoid sin. A lot of people complained that he was a twink in this show, but honestly, he was always a twink.

All of this further proves my theory that the ideal man is a feminine man.

His last name, Morningstar, is a reference to the fact that the Morningstar was said to be Lucifer. In mythology, the morningstar (aka, Venus) was said to be Lucifer trying to steal the light of God, which is why it was a bright star that could be seen in the morning. Him having brighter colors could also be a reference to his association with dawn since it brings the sun and light.

While the name Lucifer has been used by humans for centuries, the name means light bringer, and I like the believe that in the show, it's because he brought the "light" to humanity, aka, free will.

Fun fact: According to Wikipedia, early versions of Lucifer in Greco-Roman myths said that he was the son of Aurora, the Goddess of the dawn.

I heard this on a Ted Ed, but I forgot the video. But it mentions that someone had to steal the golden hair from a devil in one story, so I think that's why Lucifer is blonde. Plus, it just fits with the apple theme, I guess.

[princess-ibri]

I think it is both funny and slightly alarming that there are those who possess an intense dislike for anyone who ship Asha with Star (one person even derisively called this ship “Starsha” but jokes on them i like it xD);

1) “BASIC WHITE TWINK IS MORE POPULAR WITH THIS SHIPPERS THAN THE BLACK HEROINE” I think they conveniently forget that everyone knows what Asha looks like and is more or less fine with her appearance; The Star’s human appearance, on the other hand, has not left the figurative drawing board beyond the art book, therefore it is fun to delve into character design and see how he looks more fleshed out. Also, what do they mean “basic white twink?” I’ve seen plenty of Human/noid!Star concepts with various skin tones/ethnic features/builds. Then again, I explore more social media platforms than just Tumblr.

2) “THESE SHIPPERS KEEP WHITE/LIGHT-WASHING THE HEROINE” They are exploring the concept designs that were shown in the art book. Also, Afro-Latinos/Hispanics have a range of skin and eye colors. Another also: NOT ALL OF THE SHIPPERS CHANGE ASHA’S OFFICIAL APPEARANCE.

3) “WHO’S GOING TO TELL THESE SHIPPERS THAT THE HUMAN STAR IS/WAS GOING TO LOOK LIKE HER GRANDPA?” We already know. We also know that was one of the POTENTIAL options that wounded up being scrapped. Therefore, Starsha headcanons don’t have to be tied to one single idea that could have happened.

4) “WHY ARE YOU SHIPPING ASHA WITH A HUMAN BOY VERSION OF THE LITTLE STAR WHEN _insert canon film character_ IS RIGHT THERE/ASHA DOESN’T NEED A ROMANCE?” First and most important of all, because we can and we want to. Second of all, not all of Starsha shippers headcanon the Star to be male. Third of all, no one has any issues with shipping Asha with any of her canon friends (or even a self-insert) or headcanoning her to be happy single; the only ones I see having any problems with any shipping are the ones who don’t like we are shipping the original concept of the Star and Asha.

Sorry for my rant. I just find it weird that those who don’t ship Star x Asha or who aren’t a fan of the Humanoid Star seem just so offended by the fact that this portion of the fandom exists and is having fun with their headcanons so far. It’s not like our headcanons have any effect on the official WISH Film.

P.S., I love your art and concepts! Not just for WISH, but those are some of my favorites!

Hey all absolutely excellent points! Yeah my rule is just, let people have fun with stuff? Cuz like--yeah guys none of this actually affects anything IRL of any actual importance so, chill out and go do what you want instead of getting upset other people don't want to do the same? Spending your time trying to police everyone else's fun just leaves less time for you to have any.

And thanks!! I've been enjoying working out how I want Wish to fit into the DisneyVerse and working some of the concept stuff in with the Canon the movie gave to do so! Hope you'll stick around for more!

[hostilemuppet]

does Floyd have the qualifications to be a tumblr sexyman in your opinion?

while the qualifications of a tumblr sexyman have gotten a lot looser over the years, a true tumblr sexyman is something that is completely unsexualisable but turned sexy (white twink in formal attire) via fanart (sans, bill cipher, wheatley). i understand that the most infamous sexyman, the onceler, doesnt follow this bc he was already what people turned tumblr sexymen into (white twink in formal attire) but he is the exception and not the rule (id put him next to the guy from welcome to night vale who only has a voice but was still portrayed as a white twink in formal attire)

so, in my opinion as someone whos been on this website for over 10 years, id say floyd doesnt meet the requirements for being a tumblr sexyman; his design is already too humanoid and he already wears clothes with too much of an aesthetic to be anthropomorphised or humanised into a white twink in formal attire. you could make the argument that hed be more of a sans flavour, since sans was also humanoid, but he was a skeleton without flesh (or genitals) while floyd very much has flesh (and genitals), and most of sans' sexyman status came from the infinite aus, most of which made him dress in something more serviceable than a hoodie and slippers. which isnt to say that there arent a lot of au floyds out there, but MOST brozone aus tend to focus on either branch (understandable) or jd, who is definitely 100% a twitter sexyman, which has much looser rules and tends to favour "pathetic boyfailure babygirls" (ie reigen arataka)

[autism-purgatory]

Poorly Summarized WIP Tag

thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Our Lonely Ocean:

Fantasy romance where closeted a prince comes to an island kingdom to become a squire, where he meets two really odd companions and an even more closeted knight who’s getting married in two months. They get along…ok at first, but will they overcome their rivalry whilst protecting the islands from invasive beas- oop nvm they’re fucking.

Altered_Humanity (AUGMENTED HUMANITY IS BACK BABY WOOOO)

Android wakes up in an overgrown post apocalyptic world and finds out magic exists now whoops. Turns out it was real all along and has suddenly returned in full swing (including giant cathedrals that can be seen from orbit). So said android had her arm replaced with that of her dead human wife who could use magic blah blah blah. Now she has to stop some eldritch elf twink from destroying all that remains of the old world with the help of an annoying hacker and a golem without a tongue.

Viscered:

Single dad who’s actually an escaped bio weapon is like one bad day from killing himself after the death of his wife, but he has a 10 month old son to take care of. Oh, also the government wants their super weapon back.

Loop of the Hollow:

Man that small town in southwest Texas sure is racist. And haunted, like, extremely haunted.

LunuL:

Three bounty hunters in the late 22nd century. Earth was overtaken by a prehistoric pathogen, humanity lives on mars now, aliens exist, you get the gist. Said bounty hunters don’t pay their rent in time and The Horrors TM ensue due to their landlord being a powerful crime boss. Also eyes. Loooooots of eyes. We’ve got a nerd who hates how light sounds, a former soldier who is surprisingly happy despite everything, and Astra, with whatever the fuck she’s got going on. And of course, they each have enough emotional baggage to drag down a plane.

Shadows Over Novald:

Urban Dark Fantasy. Murder Crime Soulmates are about to ditch Gotham but 10 times worse, when the god of death shrouds the city in darkness and asks everyone to find and kill five magic wielding humans in the city or else everyone dies to the undead. While this is happening, the most dysfunctional detectives ever are trying to find another way to break the curse.

WanderStruck: Nephew of closeted knight from before is ALSO getting forcefully married when he and his half sister suddenly get pulled through reality and into…modern day Los Angeles? So now they’re trying to find a way home with the help of some nerd who just wanted an internship at a cool tech company. He had no clue they did multiversal travel and just wanted to type at a desk.

Tales of the Sculpted Lands: A dark fantasy anthology about a land sculpted from primordial clay. It’s a dying, complicated world full of complicated people with complicated problems. Some tales are more adventurous and end happily, others absolutely don’t.

Grayguard: Ah shit I spilled my TOTK copy and my cup of Jujutsu Kaisen. Fantasy world where all magical aspects fall under chaos or order. Humans, animals, and elves are the only exception. Each major kingdom has a guild, one being the Grayguard, who’s leader is the strongest warrior in the land. Everything falls apart when a mysterious demon with magic robots kidnaps her. Now her students have to stumble their way into rescuing her and stopping the major kingdoms from imploding, all while old threats from their leader’s past begin to rear their ugly heads.

And last but not least: Chaos Travelers

The least deranged and unhinged fantasy motley crew come to the island kingdom from before to stop a doomsday cult from resurrecting the god of chaos. Hilarity and angst ensues. Our glorified D&D party includes a humanoid dragon bard with a southern accent, a runaway from said doomsday cult, a cat lady with magic paint who may or may not have sold her soul, and a mute knight with WAY too many knives.

Tagging @mk-writes-stuff @willtheweaver @alinacapellabooks @frostedlemonwriter + open tag!

[fanfiction-butterfree]

The Nanny Named Luigi

CHAPTER I: Help Wanted

It had been four years since the last time Bowser, the King of the Koopas, Sovereign of the Shyguys, Master of the Bullet Bills, and Ruler of all the other inhabitants of the nation known as The Darklands, had last kidnapped Princess Peach, ruler of the country known as Mushroom Kingdom. Since that time both states had entered a period best described as peaceful and prosperous. 

Koopa Woman: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! 

Well mostly peaceful. 

Koopa Woman: THAT'S IT, I'M LEAVING!! 

Bowser: Please don't. I'll do anything! 

For you see right now, the lord of the most powerful state in his world was dealing with a problem that threatened all the things that had taken him years to build up. 

Koopa Woman: NO! THERE'S NOT ENOUGH GOLD IN ROCK CANDY MINES TO MAKE ME TAKE CARE OF THOSE MONSTERS FOR ONE MORE SECOND! 

Bowser: THEY AREN'T MONSTERS! THEY'RE MY CHILDREN! 

Koopa Woman: COULD HAVE FOOLED ME! 

The problem of needing a 

Koopa Woman: OH AND IN CASE IT WASN'T CLEAR! I QUITE!! 

Nanny. 

Bowser sighed

Bowser: That's number 38. 

In the past month his kids had gone through 28 nannies, 6 babysitters, 3 guards, and 1 Smash Fighter. 

The first 5 nannies had been from an upscale agency called Golden Shell, before his family was blacklisted. The next 12 nannies had been from other upscale agencies with names like Silver Streams, Jade Mountains, and Onyx Crowns, before word got out that his kids were, as the last nanny from Ivory Rivers put it, "A royal nightmare". 

Bowser chuckled to himself.

Bowser: Big words from a nanny that didn't last half an hour.

Then again, none of them lasted more than a few hours. 

Not the 7 nannies from other countries, the last one was a Toad that ran the minute the door opened. 

Not the 6 so-called "iron willed" babysitters. 

Not the 3 guards that decided to switch retire midway through their baby sitting shifts. And not the 4 freelance nannies, the last of whom had just quit. 

The only one that had managed to last a day was Link. The Legendary Hero with more titles then he had. How that mute twink had managed to feed them, keep them entertained, and get them to bed, would remain a mystery. 

Unfortunately The hero of The Wild had been too busy to babysit for more than a day, though he had offered to do it next time he was in town. 

The other smash fighters had told him they were too busy, didn't want to be away from home that long, or just weren't interested. 

Well not all of them, there were a few he hadn't called. 

Bowser: No! I can't call them! 

But deep down he knew he had to. There was an important conference in a few days and Kamek wouldn't be back from his vacation for another week. 

Bowser sighed, picked up his phone, and dialed the number he knew by heart. 

Bowser: Mario. It's me, Bowser. It's time to cash in that favor you owe me. 

Somewhere in the Mushroom Kingdom there's a small city known as Green Mushroom Valley. Its population consists of Humans. 

Humans are an odd species. As a group they're more genetically diverse than the other groups, the rather interesting result of the species being descendants of various groups of humanoid refugees from other realms, such as the Hylians, Gerudo, Chozo-humans, Kantoans, and Ylissians. As well as the native human species of the world known as Homo Astra by other worlds, due to their ability to receive incredible powers when they touch the golden stars that exist on this world. And some intermarriage with the other intelligent life forms of this world such as Toads, Koopas, and, admittedly very rarely, Boos.

Consequently the cultures of the humans are just as diverse as they are, with their many faiths reflecting this diversity. 

In this city there's a plumbing business owned by one the world famous Mario Brothers! Heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom! 

The phone rang. 

Mario picked it up

Mario: Mamma Mia, it's a me, Mario! Here to help you with all your plumbing needs! 

He relaxed upon hearing Bowser's voice. 

Mario: Oh it's you. Is this about go-karting? Because I told you I can't go this weekend i'm to…. 

The color left Mario's face upon hearing Bowser's request.

Mario:You need me to do what?! 

Mario: Yes yes I know you let me beat you at golf last week, to impress that one golf obsessed client. Yes I know I said I owed you a favor, but I…

As the words left his mouth he stared at his brother sleeping in the waiting room. In the span of a month Luigi had been dumped by his fiance, been fired by the cleaning company his Fiance owns, lost his apartment because he couldn't afford the rent, and was currently living in the guest bedroom of any friend or relative that was willing to take him and his spectral dog in. Which unfortunately meant he never stayed in one place for more than a few days, as most people couldn't handle his phantom canine for any kind of extended period of time. 

Mario: Bowser still there? How much does it pay? Does it come with room and board? 

A smile crept across the plumber's face.

Mario: No no. I'm not interested. But I'm currently looking at someone who I think would be perfect for the job. Whether he knows it or not. 

[bearmemesreviews]

FotW: SDMI - The Creeping Creatures

The Freak of the Week for today are the titular Creeping Creatures of Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated's second episode of its first season.

Backstory: The Mystery Gang begin to receive anonymous clues from a "Mr. E", a man who wants to lead them on the right path towards solving the true underlying mysteries of their hometown (in this canon) Crystal Cove. He first leads the gang to investigate the neighboring ghost town of Gatorsburg, a prospector town that built its economy entirely on Alligator-based products. Which seems to be the home of human-alligator hybrids.

Most mysteries need to settle on a single town, as this is before the gang gives up on their education to become world-travelling nepo baby sleuths. So it's fun to visit separate locations to build up the world of Mystery Incorporated, and a town that managed to latch their existence onto something more unstable than gold is definitely funny. Gatorburg is a wonderfully gloomy set-piece, the swamp casting a gloomy shadow over the remnants of a rundown tourist spot. Sad that we don't visit this place again.

The gang find themselves stranded in Gatorsburg, their entire engine missing, and thanks to a local hot mechanic's suggestion they decide to stay at a reskinned version of the Bates Motel - ran by the mechanic's sister and her gangly twink son. But before the meddling kids can rest, they are attacked by not just one, but three gator creatures who chase them out of Gatorsburg. Surprisingly, these bloodthirsty beasts refuse to chase after the gang once they cross the border.

Designs: We have three monsters to review! An entire family of gator hybrids with alligator bodies and human faces.

The "Patriarch" is the largest, heavily muscular even when on all fours with a lion-like mane of black hair. He also has a noticeable bald spot, and his face is so pale you could almost mistake it for a skull if it weren't for his glowing red eyes and tiny human nose.

The "Matriarch" is a heavyset, squat beast with a very humanoid face with red hair. Her face is similar to her brother's, only rounder, and her skin has a more blue-ish tone that contrasts nicely to the male creepers.

Finally we have the "Child", or I guess teen, who's the lankiest and funniest of the designs. He keeps all the proportions of a gangly teen, alongside black emo kid hair with the sharpest bang in the bayou.

Reveal: Rather than wasting time with the mystery, the episode chooses to focus on set up and action to tide you over until we reach the obvious conclusion. The Creeping Creatures turn out to be the mechanic, the hotel owner, and her son. All relatives, they were the remaining citizens of Gatorsburg who refused to abandon it like the others. So to bring money back into the town, they began making faux leather gator products to sell and used the gator people get-ups to scare away prying eyes to their illegal activites.

They must've really gotten into their role considering how much of their own property they destroyed through their raw strength. Once captured, the gang gets to leave and return to their status quo.

Huh, wonder if that'll have further connotations down the road.

5/5 - Ssscalie ssstay winning.

[mmuffncakes]

Do Dagan/Rayvis, since it’s your fault the tag exists

youre right,... it is. but also your fault cause you wrote it for me <3

but!!!!

so originally i had it as a ship just cause "haha, lorge tentacle man + power bottom twink make brain go brrrrrrrrr" when i first saw them. but the more and more i played, and after playing several times and reading more lore and watching rayvis's reactions, learning his motivations and such (im a whore for rayvis, im not sorry), the more i realized that like...

this is *such* a toxic ship, in the best way possible. i know that sounds fucking whack, it is. but hear me out:

obviously, theres a power dynamic situation going on. dagan has control over rayvis completely due to rayvis's code that he follows through to the end. and rayvis? not happy about it. mans is PISSED that he not only got BESTED, but then got bested by someone who went missing for over 200 years. he could have said "fuck it, dagans dead, im free" but he spends his entire life seeking out what santari hid away because he REFUSES to break his code. and most people would assume death to a humanoid man after so long but he refuses to give up.

now, when we DO see the two together, its not just the code that rayvis follows. rayvis and dagan still share the same goal: tanalorr. but rayvis has just gotten infinitely more tired over the years because he wasted away in a prison for so long and then hunted down a man he could only hope was still alive. so he's just wanting to SEE tanalorr again since he'd first gotten there way back when. but with so many delays (and annoyances: peek cal and bode), the exhaustion is finally getting to him. but he refuses to give up on his and dagans dream.

on top of that, when we see them together, there's still this sort of scorned married couple on the brink of divorce. the lines "say that again and i'll cut out your tongue" "...it'll grow back" lives rent free in my head. rayvis KNOWS dagan can best him, kill him in even. but he doesnt. why?

because dagan likes the power/control too much. he likes it too much when rayvis kneels in front of him, confirming his loyalty and doesnt care that rayvis tenses when he leaves the room. dagan likes it too much that rayvis is still walking on hands and knees for him because of his code that rayvis so desperately wants to break but doesnt because he's too honorable of a man. and dagan uses it to his advantage. but there is, i think, a small amount of him that hopes that rayvis TRIES to break the code he has. dagan wants him to fight back, actually have no honor, break it.

"break it," dagan will whisper into rayvis's ear. "i know you want to." and rayvis wont, no matter how much he wants to. because that would only prove dagan *right*.

this ship is so like, toxicly co-dependent of each other. holding each other over one another in a way that just MMMMMMMMMMMM feeds me in a way i didnt think it could. they are messy, and toxic, and TERRIBLE for each other but FUCK mmmmMMMMMMM do i love it

that answers the first two questions last one is fucking "do i have an unpopular opinion" NO, its MY SHIP i have aLL THE RIGHT OPINIONS

still love your fic thooouuuggghh <3 (blow u lil kiss)

[koridoru]

YOU COULD MAKE A FIC WHERE YN IS A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND INTELLIGENT PILLAR AND JOKER AND HAS AS ITS MISSION TO FIND DOUMA'S LAIR AND THEN THEY TRY TO ANNOY EACH OTHER.

For once I am doing a MALE reader because twinks are awesome

(Sorry if you wanted female reader I like mixing it up)

No one said being a hashira was easy. No one except you, however.

In the slayer corps, you were known for three things: Your intelligence, your sense of humor, and your pretty face. Despite being a guy, you were beautiful, even to the other men.

You got along with most of the other hashira, although you sort of had a frenemies relationship with Obanai.

Maybe he was jealous of your looks.

Or maybe it wasn't jealousy...

If it was something else, you weren't surprised.

A lot of people did find you quite attractive, if they didn't have a crush on you, they wpuld be your best friend.

People loved your sense of humor, you always knew how to lighten the mood.

Today your crow informed you of a mission assigned by Ubuyashiki while you were training with Sanemi.

"Ugh... damn crow...we'll have to wait to finish this."

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Hey come on, what's up your ass this morning?"

Giyuu comes out of his quarters, walking up next to Sanemi from behind, rubbing his head. You smile mischievously.

"Well, I have my answer."

Sanemi realizes what you mean, and he gawks at you with a mixed expression of disgust and mortification.

"WHAT?!"

"Huh?"

You snort.

"Don't worry about it, Tomioka-san."

You read the letter the crow had delivered the news to you in, your snarky expression drops like an axed down tree.

"Upper moon two..."

You wander away from the others before they can ask what was going on, rushing to your own quarters.

Sure you were a hashira, but upper moon two? Alone?!

You had a mini panic attack, but after a while, you made a quick decision.

"Fuck it, we ball. Why not?"

You gathered your sword and blue haori, heading out on a very lethal misson.

It takes a few hours to walk there, much to the despair of your poor legs.

You reach a building that is reminiscent of a temple.

"Fancy...is this really it?"

You walk up the stairs, sliding open the door and entering.

No one is there, but the room is lit with lanterns all around.

It definitely looks like temple now that you're inside.

You hide in the corner, awaiting someone to enter.

It wasn't long before a tall, broad built man with shirotsurubami hair. (white shade of oak, very pale beige)

The man smiles a cheeky grin, he turns in your direction.

"Well, what do we have here?"

He cocks his head, his rainbow eyes meet yours.

You could see the kanji in his pupils, knowing very well who this was.

"You're upper moon two? Well...I wasn't expecting this..."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

You sort of snicker, raising an eyebrow as you size him up.

"You're rather humanoid, along with being very friendly looking."

"Oh, is that so? A little boy has come to admire me?"

He brings a hand to his mouth, chuckling.

"Little? No no no, babe,"

You snicker.

"You're big. Like really big. Like freakishly big. Why are you so tall? You must eat a lot of humans."

"Well you're correct. I just love to eat the ladies around me, females are far more nutritional for demons!"

"You only eat women? Are you some kind of creep?"

You smirk, his smile gets wider, he looks at you with wide eyes as he tilts his head, resting it on a golden fan.

"Creep? Oho no, you have it all wrong. I only eat my followers."

"So you're some kind of false idol, huh?"

"My dear human, I am more than just an idol. You know of my rank, don't you? So you know I'm more than what these people think I am."

He giggles, he looks at you with an unhinged smile, already thinking about killing you.

"Stop looking at me like that man...you look like you touch kids..."

His smile fades, before returning, this one looks more sinister.

"My! What an awful thing to insinuate!"

He lunges forward, waving his fan and ice is summoned, freezing its way over to you.

You grin and jump to the side.

When ice shards shoot from the ground, you quickly dodge them, catching one of them and throwing it back to Douma.

It hits him in the eye, piercing it.

He lets out a yelp that sounds very feminine, surprised you used his own move against him.

He pulls it out of his eye, grinning.

"Well that wasn't very nice, human."

You scoff, grinning at him.

"Bite me."

"Oh! Will do!"

You jump at him, slicing at him with your katana. He moves backward, using his arm to block your attacks, though it gets cut off.

He doesn't seem to mind, it just regenerates in seconds anyway.

You take him off guard and kick him in his gut, sending him through another sliding door.

He quickly recovers, snickering madly.

"What fun! Give me more, human! I'll enjoy our little battle before I feed on you! Maybe I'll absorb you...Oh the possibilities!"

You growl, pointing your sword at him.

"You meet your end here, demon!"

His eyes narrow, he grins maliciously.

You hear the string of a biwa play, a wall with a door forms in between you and Douma.

"What the hell?!"

You slide open the door to see that Douma has been joined by another demon knelt on the floor.

A female one, she has a biwa, along with pale skin and black hair covering most of her face.

"Oh Nakime, my savior! Be a dear and take us to the Lord, will you?"

Douma clasps his hands together, cheekily begging this new demon to do what he asks.

The door you had just opened slams shut in your face.

You huff and angrily open it again, but to your shock, the two demons had vanished.

You growl, looking around for them.

You went to different rooms, searching but to no avail.

"Shit...I lost them...how?!"

You lower your head, exiting the temple, dreading the moment you have to explain to Ubuyashiki that upper moon two had escaped from you.

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

Dnd but kaif is the bard that fucks everything and stan is the dragon. Or the other way around. Who knows

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS...

admittedly my knowledge of dnd is limited so i just. made shit up. but i dont really care. this one is long lol

tw: inhuman biology (beeg dragon dick), possessive behaviour, biting/marking, utterly obscene amounts of cum. like oh my god

kaif is a travelling adventurer, moving from town to town and doing what odd jobs he can to make a living. also he fucks a lot (which is usually why he has to leave town lol)

eventually, he ends up in a small farming village on the outskirts of a massive forest

the villagers tell him about a massive deep purple dragon with obsidian scales who's been tormenting their village for years, and urges him to go up to the mountains in the forest to take the dragon on

kaif doesnt really believe that there's a dragon here- after all, the adventurers guilds of the region would've surely caught wind by now and sent someone out to deal with it. so he agrees

he eventually does get up there, and promptly falls headfirst into one of the caves

he finds himself in a massive MASSIVE hoard of gems, gold and other valuables along side dragon scales that seem to have been shed and realises he's fucked up

stan, the gigantic purple dragon, instantly comes rushing over to inspect the intruder in his lair

kaif panics. and flirts. he does that a lot.

stan flirts back briefly, his voice sending tremors through the ground as he does. so kaif does what he does best! he continues to flirt

stan vanishes, something that confuses kaif, although he quickly reappears, scrambling over the piles of gold.

he's turned himself into a more humanoid form, with long brown hair and sparkling purple eyes, although quite a few dragon-like traits remain, such as his long tail (with scales along his spine), claws, and large black curling horns that frame his face, and a very long tongue.

he's also completely fucking naked. and REALLY horny, already erect and leaking precum.

unbeknownst to kaif, the only reason why stan has been "terrifying" the village was because he was lonely. he hasn't had anyone to talk to in centuries.

additionally, most dragons his age have found their mates by now- he's been completely alone, and he's been very pent up, frustrated, and horny.

dragon sex toys aren't really a thing, and there aren't any that can help him too much in his human form because he's a very very needy boy. to top it all off, he can never get rid of his claws, and he's big enough that it's very hard to jack off with them. there's an embarrassingly large amount of pillows in his secondary nest that he's had to throw out because he destroyed them by humping them.

so for kaif to stumble in, and begin to flirt with him, and enthusiastically consent? it's like a fucking dream come true

he basically fucking pounces onto the man, dragging him away to his nest filled with pillows and blankets, purring (dragons purr now) and panting heavily as he tears the clothing off of him

stan also probably casts a casual aphrodisiac spell on kaif. it's more for kaif's benefit than his, because, well. stan is a slutty pent up twink dragon who hasn't had sex in centuries. they're going to be there for a while.

kaif is absolutely into this, and he kisses stan and toys with his nipples a bit too. stan absolutely loves it, because again, claws are not very conducive for masturbating, so kaif gets to touch stan all over and watch how he squirms

stan doesn't want to rail kaif- not just yet.

instead, he tears off his pants and licks kaif's cock a few times just to make sure he's ready, before sliding kaif inside of him

he rides kaif until the man sees stars

stan is the tightest kaif's ever had, and the way he moves and moans on top of him whilst staring at him with those beautiful fucking eyes drives him insane

he cums quite a lot. the aphrodisiac spell keeps him going and stan doesn't stop because he wants more and more of kaif's cum to fill him up

eventually, stan does pull off. the spell is still in affect, and stan flips kaif over effortlessly so that he's lying on his belly

by this point, kaif is basically being used as a fucktoy, but he absolutely loves it

stan uses his massive tongue to stretch kaif out and get him ready. the feeling of having a tongue so deep inside of him is incredibly alien, but kaif's not complaining as he cums all over the pillows, moaning brokenly as he's unable to feel anything else but the incredibly overwhelming pleasure

tears are rolling down his face as he babbles mindlessly, eyes foggy and mouth slightly ajar. stan thinks it's beautiful

stan lines up his huge dragon cock with kaif's entrance, before slowly thrusting in

despite the fact that something of this size should probably tear him apart (for fucks sake, it's nearly the length of his arm and thick enough that he needs both hands to hold it) it slides in effortlessly, its inhuman shape and ridges hitting all of the right places inside of kaif. there's a noticable bulge in his stomach where it rests

if kaif was broken before, he's absolutely gone now. he's in a pure state of bliss, unable to think, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he lets stan have his way with him

stan's pace starts out slow, but quickly speeds up as he loses himself too, breeding kaif with rapid animalistic thrusts

kaif shudders with every single thrust, overstimulation numbing his mind. he swears he passes out a few times with the sheer force of the orgasms he's experiencing, but time has all melted together so he can't tell

at some point stan leans down and bites into his shoulder. kaif makes a sound somewhere inbetween a yelp and a moan, trembling as stan licks the blood from the wound he's just made

it takes hours for stan to come. dragons have a very big libido, after all

when he finally does, he pumps kaif so full it fills his entire stomach, the skin distending as kaif's body struggles to keep it all inside

stan pulls out, watching with glee as his cum gushes out of kaif

kaif's completely passed out by this point, sleeping soundly on the pillows below him.

stan uses his magic to clean kaif up without waking him, before snuggling up next to him

he gently traces the bite mark on kaif's shoulder, and grins. it's absolutely going to scar- and that's just what he wanted

he's a precious, beautiful thing, and one of the best things stan has ever laid his eyes on in his centuries of living. he's perfect. and after all, kaif was the one who wandered into his hoard of his own accord.

and humans can have mate-bonds with dragons, too- it expends their life span to match that of their dragon partner. stan would absolutely love it if kaif stayed forever.

he quickly scampers off to find the most luxurious gold jewlery he has, and adorns kaif with every single piece, making him glitter in the candle light and fully marking him as belonging to stan.

kaif is now a part of stan's hoard, and stan thinks he might just be the crown jewel.

[envihellbender]

Huge fat giant humanoid creature playing with a twink and using them as a cocksleeve

Original Characters: Vaughn Merrick, Morus (Minotaur), Simone Knight (Gatekeeper)

Content: emeto, hyperfats, weight gain, micro/macro. NSFT/NSFW, obscene gross fucking, anthro? I think?

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“Do you have the time, mon chéri?” A voice said from behind him, an accented throaty tone Vaughn didn’t recognise. He turned round ready to answer when a black, leather riding crop sharping slapped his phone from his hand. As it felt to the ground, a black leather boot stepped on it, causing the screen to shatter.

“What the fuck was that for?” He yelled, stretching out his spine and pushing forward his shoulders, ready to fight despite the fact he did not feel stable on his feet. He felt the riding crop tap his cheek, it didn’t hurt, it was simply a warning. The woman in front of her was distinctive and intimidating, she was a few inches taller than him, wearing her brown hair clipped and gelled back beneath her tall, black top hat. She had a white shirt with large onyx buttons and a long thin black silk bow tie. Her tail coat had a few tears at the end, and her jodhpurs were covered in dark stains.

“Monsieur Vaughn Merrick, yes?” She pressed.

“I- yeah. How do you-”

“Madame Simone Knight, how do you do?” She asked with a bow of her head and a bend of her knee. Before Vaughn could answer she spoke again. “You had a deal with my collaborator, and partner, Dale Saud, yes?”

“I… I don’t…” Vaughn stopped and wracked his brain trying to figure out where he knew that name from. “I don’t think I made any deal with anyone.”

“No?” Simone smirked. Her voice was deeper than before, and she’d gotten uncomfortably close to Vaughn. Her breath covered his face, and it caused him to grow dizzy on impact. Before he could reply there was a stabbing in his neck and his eyes grew heavy.

***

Vaughn awoke with a sore head, aching joints, and on the cold damp ground. He shakily sat up, despite his eyes being open he couldn’t see anything but blurry shapes. The last thing he remembered he was being accosted by Simone Knight then he… Oh. Vaughn groaned as his hand went to his neck, he could feel a bruise forming. That explained the hangover. He was grateful he didn’t feel too terrible physically. He got to his feet and looked around, he furrowed his brow in confusion. The only things he could see surrounding him was dark grey bricks, a place he definitely did not recognise. He was in the centre of an almost square room with several corridors coming from each side. When he noticed how filthy the floor was and how many stains there were on the walls he looked down. He was irritated to see his light jeans were covered in dirt, as was his t-shirt, hands and arms. He felt disgusting, and damp to the touch. He attempted to dust off his jeans with little success. He looked up to the night’s sky that wasn’t quite the sky, it was too light, and there were too many stars. To get a view like this you’d have to be in the middle of the countryside with no light pollution for miles. He began to anxiously walk around the courtyard, he pressed his hand against the brick expecting it to be cold but it was oddly warm, it pulsed beneath his hand and was slick with something damp to the touch. It felt… alive.

Vaughn began walking, he ran his fingers down the wall on the right side. He somehow found that he followed the corridors instinctively. He was in a half asleep trance, convinced he’d passed the same corner five times. He didn’t care too much, he’d got nothing in his head to focus on but the warm. The humanity. He was still hungover from being drugged, his stomach hurt and groaned. Having a task was helpful, even if he was trapped in some kind of labyrinth with no food or water. After a few hours (Vaughn assumed that’s how long it had been but maybe it was only twenty minutes) he began to hear it. There was a low, humming noise. As he walked he felt it get louder, a slow pulse grew in the walls and the strange groaning sound filled the corridors. It sounded guttural, monstrous, and oddly human. Vaughn hated that he felt drawn to it, that he went against every instinct he had and followed the sound.

When the noise filled his ears. He turned the corner and froze, his limbs shook, his stomach twisted and clenched, and he couldn’t help but stare. In front of him was the source of the noise, and it was not remotely what he pictured. In the strange room that had been built inside the labyrinth the atmosphere had changed. The walls were no longer cold brick but purple velvet, the floor was dark floor boards, and there was piles of meat leading up to it. Meat at varying states of being eaten and freshness, and different types. Some were just blood and bones, nothing to identify what they might have belonged to. At the centre of the room, was a gargantuan pile of fat, a dusky brown with a quaking, shaking mountain of adipose. There were two gigantic breasts which rested on either side of his stomach with the nipples which brushed against the floor. What shocked Vaughn the most however, was the enormous bulls head. A Minotaur.

It had bloated cheeks that covered it’s eyes and it sank into a gigantic neck tyre. Two horns rested in adipose. When two small gluttonous eyes spotted Vaughn he groaned, and slowly rose to his two feet. Vaughn swallowed and helped when he saw it, seeing the gigantic beast tower over him, Vaughn not even coming up to his knees and taking shallow breaths through his mouth as the under gut sweat surrounded him, almost bathing him in the scent. He tried to look at the beasts hooves that fit oddly against his human legs, instead of the gigantic swinging cock that swung out from under his belly and threatened to hit him in the face. He tried to look at the walls around him for a way out. That was until he felt a bloated, elephantine hand pick him up by his sweat stained, crumpled t-shirt.

“Toy,” the Minotaur grunted simply, shaking Vaughn like a rag doll. He found he couldn’t control his stomach anymore and vomited at the sudden movement. It poured down his chest, soaking his t-shirt, and splattered downwards on his legs, shoes, and the wooden floorboards. The Minotaur didn’t seem to notice. “Pretty toy.”

He dropped Vaughn to the ground letting out a grunting laugh as he cried out, a sickening crack coming from his knee caps. His cheeks became stained with tears as the Minotaur watched him in amusement. Vaughn began begging, as the sharp, horrific pain filled his knee joints. He couldn’t get back up, he couldn’t stand, all he could hope for was this was a nightmare or that he was about to be saved. The Minotaur lowered himself, Vaughn watched with shaking breath as he attempted to drag himself away. Suddenly, an adipose ridden hand crushed his neck and chest crushing him into the ground. One finger with a thick, heavy mail pulled at the neck of Vaughan’s t-shirt - he tore it in half. His pink surgery scars matched his nipples, the fat digit prodding into his chest and stomach, causing Vaughn to whine. The gigantic finger lowered down to his trousers and underwear, tearing them as he began making small rubbing movements against Vaughn’s cunt. As the Minotaur smelt and felt his genitalia he let out a hungry groan.

“Please, please stop. I can’t- you can’t-” Vaughn began, his voice a crying, breathless whine. He stammered and stuttered as he spoke, rambling and uncertain of what he should say. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. About you. I can-” Vaughn screamed as the Minotaur jabbed at his cunt with the elephantine finger, it pushed his hips apart causing them to crack and dislocate. Somehow Vaughn felt his cunt itself stretch around the Minotaur’s finger, he yelled and wheezed in agony. He hadn’t realised the liquid that the labyrinth leaked was a remarkable lubricant, despite the fact it smelt and felt like sweat. Vaughn let out a yelp as he felt the Minotaur’s finger push through his cervix, he hated how it made his body shake with pleasure and agony. When Vaughn looked down he saw his body obscenely stretched over the Minotaur causing the limb to be so visible Vaughn bulged like a thick, overstuffed pastry. The agony had become numb, all Vaughn could do is stare forward with half lidded eyes and whimper. When it was pulled from his body he whined, it hurt obviously but he also missed it, oddly. He missed feeling so absurdly full and stretched all the way to his stomach. However when he saw the Minotaur’s intention of replacing it with his cock - obviously not caring if penetrated Vaughn’s stomach and came out through his throat - all he could think about was a pure, primal panic.