#girther

[blorbocedes]

ok hear me out.... totally crazy idea.... max / lando mind games

Lando stops from where he's grinding against Max's thigh to look up hesitantly. "Hey, you're not like, mad at me from last week's radio, right? Cause Daniel was saying in the media..."

Max is broken out of his spacing out, blinking and then frowning as he registers Lando's words. "I have not spoken to Daniel." His hand curls against Lando's thigh.

Lando nods. Right. Cause it would be pretty awkward of them to be doing this if Max was mad at him. Max's thigh is a solid weight under him and his dick is missing the friction already. They're not supposed to have sex during race week so they improvise. This is basically building core strength for Lando.

"So, we're cool." Lando says nonchalantly, squeezing Max's shoulder in a friendly manner and also to balance himself, gearing himself ready to start back up. His underwear had pooled a small wet spot of precome already.

This time Max stops him. The grip on his waist tightens, stopping his hips from moving. Max holds his gaze in that intense eye contact he likes to hold, that Lando can't shy away from. "Why would we not be cool? It is, of course, your championship to win now,"

Lando's dick is so hard, it twinges in pain. To gain some leverage, he palms Max's half-hard cock through his briefs.

"Which makes it my championship to lose." Max finishes wryly.

"Don't say that." Lando mutters, ears going red, flaming downwards. Lando thumbs Max's bulbous tip to be petty, and Max digs his thumb and fingers into the soft flesh of Lando's waist, who takes the opportunity to continue rutting against him. He knows, okay, Lando knows it's a possibility even as he tells everyone he's taking it one race at a time. There's a chance. But it's also Max. And Max is the driver he rates the most, why it feels so, so rewarding to beat him. 70 points is not nothing, in 9 races, anything can happen. A single safety car can change the entire standings.

Lando grinds against Max's thigh, bare skin against harsh sensations of cotton making him feel all sorts of frayed. This entire year, he wanted to be taken seriously as a title contender and now everybody's treating like it's a done deal, causing major whiplash.

"Why not? It's true." Max says matter-of-factly, appearing unruffled even as his pupils are completely dark drowning out that ocean blue as he watches Lando's breathing get faster and his hands on Lando are practically pulling his hips forward in rhythm.

"You've got the same chance as me, mate." Lando's heart rate is speeding up. He paws at Max's dick, which is now fully erect, and jerks it off in harsh strokes. It's a nice dick, average sized on the girther end, not terrifyingly large like in porn. Very friend shaped. "It's still anybody's game."

By anybody he means just the two of them. But then again, Max knows that too.

"I can only outdrive the car. You have the fastest car. 9 perfect races. Vettel's done it before," The 'I've done it' goes unsaid but heard regardless. "It's in your hands now."

The only trophy in Lando's hands right now is attached to Max. Fuck you, Lando thinks. When he was first starting to jerk off as a hormonal teenager, he was scared he was doing it so much he would rip it straight off. He imagines ripping it off Max, blood spurting everywhere, misses the race, the championship is secured. He doesn't actually want to do that. He imagines getting on his knees, and taking Max's length in its entirety in his mouth - the way he can never quite manage in real life - look up at him, recently as heavenly light shines on him. The pressure is building in the pit of Lando's stomach, he's thinking every thought that crosses his head to find the one that pushes him over the edge into sweet release.

"When you're in the fastest car, everything below first in underperforming." Max is rolling his own hips now too, voice more breathy.

"You think I don't fucking know that?" Lando snaps, emotional regulation out of bounds, as if he isn't very well aware of the mountain to climb, the ones Max has scaled and back. They're all fucking competitors. Second place is first loser.

Max pulls Lando close, their dicks finally, finally making contact through two thin layers of cotton. Still, he can feel the weight, the shape of it under him and it feels obscene. Like pretend sex, instead of the real thing. The touch feels electrifying, even as it's not enough. They're in a kind of fucked up embrace, hips moving in tandem. Max pats Lando's back reassuringly, going down to his spine.

"Come on. We can be World Champion, Lando." His words are mocking, but they do it for Lando who buries his groan into Max's neck, feeling his orgasm being pulled out from him.

Max doesn't let him relish in the afterglow, wastes no time in taking Lando's hand and pulling it down his pants and jerks himself off. He bites Lando's shoulder as he finishes, making Lando twitch, spilling over both of their hands.

Finally, Lando flops over him on the sofa, both of them sharing wet patches on the front of their underwear. When the high from the orgasm subsides, the shame of rubbing one out against his main rival's leg and wanting his approval creeps in.

9 perfect races swims in his head.

He knows Max will do everything in his power to win, it just doesn't occur to him he's one of those things too.

[ravereina]

TELL ME

Might of just wrote Chigiri to be a brat tamer 😇

He doesn’t mean it! You’re sure he doesn’t; he’s always been so nice to you! Never has he degraded or scolded you like this! Although it’s not like you’re hating this side of him... Even when he has you straddled on his thigh, holding your wrists together with one hand as the other rests on your hip.

 

"Go on, I don’t have the time for your nonsense right now."

He glared at you, relishing the sight of your breasts moving whenever you rutted your hips against him and the way you bit back moans whenever your hips stuttered. Had his cock straining against his pants.

Your brows furrowed as you grinded against his clothed thigh. Which made it all the more humiliating as you were completely naked and exposed while he was completely clothed. You tried not to make any noise, hoping to keep just a bit of your dignity. "Fuck princess, you’re soaked, I get you all wet like this?" He smirked, dipping one of his fingers against your clit and down to your hole, softly rubbing your nub as you whined, nodding your head. You gripped his wrist, bucking your hips as you tried to ride his fingers.

"Ease up slut." He murmured, placing a harsh slap on your clit that made you moan. "Mhph- Chigiri!"

You took your hands off him to clasp your mouth, embarrassed by the way you reacted. " —Unh, someone liked that, didn’t they?"

He scoffed out, Pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, your juices making squelching noises that filled up the room mixed with your concealed whimpers. "F-Faster Chi," you whined out quietly, tears threatening to spill, mentally hoping that he’d listened, only to be met with a smirk as he brang his face closer towards you. His bright red eyes were looking into yours.

You've gotta speak louder, princess; how else will I be able to know what you want?" He hummed, still continuing his slow pace, till he realized you weren’t gonna talk. "Getting all shy with me now hm? That’s fine. Don’t expect anything else, though." He pulled his hands away from your cunt.

As you got up, whining from the lack of touch. You gripped his wrist. "Don’t! I’ll do it, Chigiri!  He hummed in satisfaction as he turned back to look at you.

"You really think it’s a good idea to make me wait after being a brat all day?"

You shook your head softly as your face blushed a bright red.  You turned your head away, Suddenly having it turned up to face Chigiri with his hand.

"Whores like you don’t get to hide away. So go on, talk to me, princess. Tell me what you want."

His condescending tone dripped both awe and annoyance. As he stared down at you, waiting for you to start. "Chigiri- c'mon, please? I’m sorry! I just need it so bad, I want to feel you all up in me, Chi!"

You held on to his sleeve as you pleaded with him, staring up at him with glossy eyes that flooded with tears as they dripped down your face.

"See, That wasn’t so hard for you now, hm?" He sighed out, Pushing his cherry-red locs away from his face as he pushed you up against the bed, pushing your knees against your chest as he pinned you down. Chigiri pumped his length, hissing as he spread the pooling tears of pre-cum on his tip before aligning up to your hole.

"G’nna put it in now alright, pretty?" He mumbled out, caressing your hip as he pushed his cock in slowly. The stretch stings. Chigiri was girther than most, so it always took a while for you to get adjusted. "Chi- hurts! it’s not gonna fit!" You mewled.

Tears trickled down your face as you hiccuped, trying to squirm away from the painful pleasure. He groaned, pinning your hip down on the bed.

"Stop being such a crybaby. It fit once already, it’ll fit again."

You bit back a moan with your hand as he inched into you, Resting his head on your chest as he bit and marked hickeys into your skin.  Distracting you as he finally bottomed out, waiting a few seconds just for you to get adjusted to the intrusion. "Fuck- see?  squeezing me so good, aren’t ya? Such a slut. My pretty little slut" Pulling out almost completely before slamming back in and thrusting when he ended his words.

"Taking my dick so well." He glared down at you, smirking while you writhed clawing at his back as you moaned out even more incoherent nonsense. "F-Fuck! Feels so good- Mmnph. G-gonna cum chi!"

You let out a desperate moan. His dick hit exactly the spot you wanted it to. You could feel his veins trace your velvet walls as he thrust in your cunt. The knot in your stomach felt like it was about to burst. Your hands intertwined with his long hair as you came.

Soaking the sheets and his cock as he rode you through the orgasm. You whined as he continued thrusting into you. His eyes squeezed shut as he mumbled that it wouldn’t take much longer.

"Gonna cum on your stomach, alright?" He mumbled out with a groan, He pulled out and stroked himself a few times before cumming on your stomach and partially on your breast.

This isn’t proofread and I didn’t try to put effort so it’s 😶 but it is what it is ig.

[otter-pup]

The only parts of your body not covered in slime or fluid are the upper parts of your neck, your face, and hair. The rest of your body glistens with the slime and fluid, some of it dripping off of your body and onto the tentacles situated below you.

Some smaller, newer tentacles that don't yet have eggs to give you have taken to exploring your body. They like to wrap around and squirm on your hips that are much wider than before. It's surprising that you haven't noticed, because your hips definitely weren't this wide before. Bit it's affirmation to you that you're doing a good job as an adorable little eggslut.

The newer tentacles have also taken a liking to your chest as well. They enjoy how you moan and squirm slightly as they run up and down your chest, teasing you relentlessly, not having the same mercy as the matured tentacles. The more they poke and prod your chest, the more the slime they secret gets all over you. If you're even able to form a coherent thought at this point, you'd be able to realize that they're making your chest more sensitive. But you've become a dumb little eggslut, so I have to tell you that. Don't worry though, puppy. It's cute seeing your expression when I tell you that.

It's a few weeks after you've been having the clutches of the new, larger eggs. You've had about six in the past weeks, the tentacles always making sure you're filled well afterwards. The tentacles never once letting you stay empty for more than a moment. They seem to enjoy you being stuffed full of eggs as much as you need it.

I'll kneel next to you one day and a tentacle will be hovering near me and over you. It's much girther than all of the tentacles in and on you, and the lumps that show the eggs it holds are larger, at least twice the size of these new eggs. "This big guy here is getting real curious of you, little incubator," I'll coo. "He's been lurking and watching, seeing how good of an eggslut you are. And now he wants want to lay his eggs in you and have you lay his clutch."

I'll hum and run my hand through your hair. "But since these eggs are so much bigger, I decided to come and ask you. Do you feel comfortable with taking his eggs, or do you want to keep taking the eggs you have now? Because if you take his clutch, there won't be any room for any eggs other than his."

No matter what your response is, you'll still be stuffed full of eggs regardless, my good little incubator. So it's a win-win for you, whatever you decide.

🐺

ive gotten so used to being covered in the tentacles’ slimes and liquids that I don’t even care about how covered i am, or even the fact that it’s dripping off of my body in some places. what i do care about is the way the new tentacles wrap around my body, leaking more onto my skin and drawing my attention to new parts of my body.

the tentacles squirming between my waist and the widest part of my hips draws my attention to just how wide they’ve gotten, grown to handle my still-growing womb and the size of the eggs I have to lay every few days. the perfect hips for an incubator like me.

my chest hasn’t changed much at all, save for the immediate low-level pleasure I get from the new tentacles rubbing my chest and poking at my nipples. it’s enough stimulation paired with the tentacles still fucking me and the liquid being pumped down my throat that I whine and squirm into it from the start. because of that, i don’t realize that my chest is steadily becoming more sensitive until you point it out, my face flushing as I look up to you with pleading eyes, not sure how any of my body could get any more sensitive.

i don’t have enough thoughts left in my head to count how many clutches I’ve had, but it doesn’t matter: no matter what, i need to carry and lay more, as many as I can, i need to be a good incubator.

i notice the much larger tentacle hovering over me before i notice you kneeling, and my eyes widen when I see just how much bigger its eggs are. i thought the ones I was carrying now were too big at first, but this one’s eggs are so much bigger. but I don’t feel the tentacle in my mouth start pumping out more liquid to get me pliant and ready for it.

your voice draws my attention back, telling me how this tentacles been watching, how he wants me to carry his clutch. i whine as you run your hand through my hair, leaning into the touch as much as possible.

when you ask me if i feel comfortable taking his eggs, i have to remind myself to listen to your entire question before answering. i feel a bit disappointed when you say I won’t have room for any clutches besides his if I say yes, so used to having multiple tentacles fuck me full at once, but my eyes are drawn back to the bigger tentacle, the massive eggs within it, the way it’s hovering over me almost expectantly, some of its slime slowly dripping onto my massive belly.

i look back to you and nod, whining around the tentacles around my mouth. i want this tentacles eggs—he looks like he’s been waiting for so long, he must need it, and if he thinks im worthy of eggs that big then i must be ready to take it. im willing to accept however big they make me, however hard they are to lay, as long as it means I get to be a good eggslut and take this tentacles eggs too.

[doubleddenden]

now where is that german girTHERE YOU ARE IN THE NEXT EPISODE

[unknown--user]

Obama should start "The Girther Movement" and make Donald Trump prove he's 215lbs.

[dasmuggler]

Obama should start "The Girther Movement" and make Donald Trump prove he's 215lbs.

[republikkkanorcs]

The other 100 you mean. #girther

[socialjusticeinamerica]

#girther

[6dogs9cats]

[usanewsgoogle]

The girther motion: is Donald Trump fatter than the White House doctor says? | US news

A bodily examination of the US president has declared him to be in nice bodily form. But some are questioning his very important statistics

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‘Hey guys, on a cheeseburger-in-bed diet, you too could look like me …’ Photograph: Evan Vucci/AP

Name: The girther motion

Age: One day previous.

Appearance: Questioning, sceptical, suspicious.

Is…

[businessinsider]

All of the US presidents, ranked from tallest to shortest in one animation

[stopmakingliberalslookbad]

Girthers? Especially the ones who are posting photos of Trump next to walking tanks to claim he can't possibly weigh the same. (Personally, I think he was allowed to self-report his height, but the rest is true.)

Not gonna lie, that is a hilarious play on "birther" and Trump only has himself to blame for that. Karma's a bitch.

Have people been crying about fatphobia yet?

[porterdavis]

All those cheeseburgers gotta go somewhere.

Remember -- if he fessed up to one less inch or one more pound he’d be clinically ‘obese’. It’s no accident...

[dragoni]

Geez, there's no comparison. Trump easily weighs 300 lbs+. What a phoney. #WeightGate #Girther

— Renee Ward‏ @redhairbigbutt -  Jan 17, 2018

[republikkkanorcs]

#girther

[er-radystore]

From #Birther To #Girther: Why Trump’s Weight Matters

When White resident Dr. Ronny Jackson revealed that President Trump is 6’3” tall and weighs 239 pounds, the revelation set forth a moment maelstrom of doubters, which started the “#Girther” movement on Twitter.

The term was coined not only as a representation of the scandal but as a callback to Trump’s “#Birther” conspiracy theory that questioned former President Barack Obama’s U.S. citizenship.

Many are calling “foul” and insisting that the president’s weight would be considered “obese” if he was one pound heavier at the reported height of 6’3” and definitely so if his true height of 6’1” was reported.

Don’t believe us on the peak thing? Google “Trump inauguration” where he was photographed next to former President Barack Obama, who is 6’1”. They’re an equivalent height.

Don’t believe us on the load thing? Google “Trump Tom Brady weight” to ascertain athletes who weigh what Trump says he weighs at 6’3”. There’s a serious difference across the board, and it doesn’t look good for #45.