#maggie if ur seeing this just pretend u didn’t see it so I can show u all my art and u can be like

[sayurinn]

Good morning la squadrians!!! If you’re even out there…😔💔 ghiaccio somehow became one of my favorite jojo characters despite being in only like 3 episodes and being annoying, irritating, and stupid the entire time… so here’s a ghiaccio drawing and some la squadra doodles :-)

^^^ these are charm wips… still deciding on a final style so if you have opinions lmk ;D

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Maggie 2

He stood at the door jam shaking with anxiety as another series of moans and hisses escaped the lips of the woman he loved. He faced away from her, his eyes staring into the dimly lit hallway as labored breathing could be heard inbetween the fits of moaning. She weakly called his name but he refused to respond, trying desperately to tune her out and focus squarely at the task at hand. He clutched his cellphone tight, 911 already dialed but his finger hovered over send. This was the moment. The moment he feared. The moment he told himself he wouldn't hesitate. He had promised himself he would never let things go this far...yet here he stood. Frozen.

"Its ok baby, I told u its ok..." she said. Her voice was so faint. Exhaustion coated every word, every syllable and the lizard part of his brain relished it. The reptile wanted to hear her burden.

"Look at me baby...please." her voice trailed off.

He slowly turned around, letting his hand relax around his cellphone. He kept his eyes closed cursing his name and lamenting his weakness. Frustrated at his inability to act and worried that what little resolve he had left to make that phone call would melt away if he locked eyes with her. He heard a snort and a chuckle come from his wife and he realized he must look like a fool standing before her with his eyes shut so tightly.

"Open ur eyes silly..." she said and he could hear the laughter in her voice. Her voice was sweet like honey and under the weight of that voice what was left of his resolve withered and he opened his eyes. Laying in their bed was a woman that fufilled his darkest of desire. Desires he was far to afraid to admit even to his own subconscious. His eyes drank her in starting at her jet black hair, long and silky, contrasting sharply against her ghostly pale skin. Her large blue eyes gazed at him lazily, once clear but now glazed with chronic fatigue. Her lids were heavy and a wisp of darkness lay underneath each eye telling the story of her inability to sleep as of late due to the pain of the incredible burden she carries. She parted her plump lips to let out a labored breath. He noticed she had put on the ruby lipstick he loved. Bright, full paintedlips sat sharply against ashen skin. Her thick cherry lips curled into grimaces as spikes of rolling pain shot through her at random intervals. He tightened his grip on the cellphone ready to call for help but just like always that grimace turned into a weak smile...a smile directed at him. Not to hide the pain of it all, no she wasn't smiling to conceal her pain but instead smiling with the knowledge that she knew he liked it, loved it, wanted it.

Her chest heaved almost disturbingly. Filling and collapsing in a way that looked far too fragile. Short shallow breaths following long labored ones. As if she was fighting for air moment to moment.

"Please...touch me...Im doing this for u baby..." she said. Lifting her hand with long slender fingers and bringing it to the cause of her suffering. She slowly slide the sheet from her grossly distended abdomen and he found himself struck with arousal and they moaned in tandem but for very different reasons. Her middle dwarfed her slender frame, jutting from her and towards the ceiling in a way that seemed inhuman. As if just her middle defied all gravity and was being drawn ever upwards. Stretched across the massive globe was skin pulled to its thinnest, marred by a roadmap of blue veins that lay prominent under her almost translucent skin. Her belly button had stretched until it lay flush with her swell and at the very apex of it all the skin was blushed pink and showed all the signs of incredible strain. She pressed into the side of her belly, biting her lip and closing her eyes as just the smallest of added pressure shot waves of ache and discomfort through her. Her belly refusing to give even a centimeter under her finger tips. Rock hard and tight as a drum. The growth inside of her filling her so completely that it was a wonder she hadn't given way to it. Running her hand along her belly she made her way to where her expanse encroached upon her ribs and lungs, demanding more room than she had to give but refusing to stop. With each breath she took she grimaced.

"I can feel it getting bigger...stretching me" she wheezed.

"Stop...just stop Maggie..." He started. He tightened his grip on his phone. Running his hand through his hair he began to pace.

"Don't be that way baby..." she reached out for him but he ignored her hand and silence briefly fell between them.

"Im getting so big...I have a new symptom...are u curious?" She asked but he didnt respond and she didn't seem surprised. He continued to pace, eyes directed to the floor. He muttered to himself, going on and on about responsibility, depravity and the inevitable conclusion if this continued.

"My back has been so sore...hurts so bad lately. Feels like something is pushing on my spine from the inside." She said and as it left her lips he stopped pacing. The phone fell from his hand. He stared at her with an intensity she had rarely seen from him. He made short work of the distance between them. His hands unsure of what to touch, what to prod, what to feel to confirm what she just said...confirm that it was true. The mass inside having filled her to such a degree even her spine was being displaced.

"Its never going to stop baby...its gonna keep getting bigger even if it snaps me in half to do it" she whispered. she motioned to shift her weight but it was futile. Her belly seemingly pinning her down. Despite his mental reservations his cock sprung to life with those words. The sheer size of the thing swelling within her excited him to his core. Maliciously growing and devistating her in the process. His darkest thoughts flooded him. The idea of more torturous growth gripped him and he wondered what would give way under the pressure first...her ribs? Spine? Or her middle? He wondered what it would look like, sound like, feel like...he wondered the face she would make...he wondered if she would continue to grow despite it all. And as quickly as his thoughts fell into the pit of his depravity he immediately admonished himself.

"This can't go on anymore...I just..." His voice was small. Uncertain.

She reached out to him again and he noticed just how small and frail her hand was. Her body had become so slight with time, as if the ever growing mass that lay just under her burdened skin was pulling from her everything she had. He clasped her boney hand and she led him to the very connection to where the aggressive growth met her ribs.

"I dont think I can handle much more pressure here..." she said and she smiled devilishly.

"I want ur hand right here when it happens..."she said placing his hand right under her breasts and resting them on her ribs that had already begun to compress and jut strangely from her torso due to constant and increasing pressure. Her breathing became even more shallow as she played into his desire. She arched her back pushing her chest into his hands and he could feel the bulge within her pressed so firmly into her ribs he wondered how they had not snapped. With each breath, regardless how shallow, her ribs attempted to expand but met a brickwall of resistance. He became entranced by the inconsistent rhythm of her breathing, wanting nothing more than her to grow in this very moment. And with each shakey breath she took he found himself anticipating the flash of pain that fluttered across her face.

"Why pretend anymore? Why pretend this isn't what excites you?" she whispers and he shudders. The phone and his promise now long forgotten.

"Im so tired.." she said suddenly. Her glassy eyes fluttered with sleep. He slid his hand along her skin, watching her face carefully and applying pressure randomely. He was instantly rewarded by her mouth suddenly agape, she lifted her chin and pushing her shoulders into the mattress while hissing at the sudden pain and discomfort. Her chest heaved even more wildly at his prodding. Her reaction excited him even further and he went on to lay both hands on her massive mound hearing her moans turn into exclaims as he increased the pressure. He stopped his exploring hands at the very peak of her swell. Where the skin was the most taxed and the pressure the most apparent. With the mind and intention of someone with uncontrolled sadistic desires he relished in the idea that his actions filled her with pain and suffering on such a scale and he wanted more, much more. He sought agony. He jumped at her sudden touch. Her tiny hand snaking down his pants and her chilled fingers grasping his cock. His knees almost buckled as she began to stroke. Slow, rythmic.

"Do u want me bigger?" She asked. And just the question alone made his cock jump.

"Maggie...you know this can't continue..." he managed to say through gritted teeth. His hands traced the veins down the entire length of the massive dome and once again landed on the crease where her unrelenting growth met her ribcage. His favorite spot. She smiled slightly and tightened her grip on his manhood. She quickened the pace and he moaned trying but failing not to thrust into her hand.

"Do you like what its doing to me?" She asked. And he nodded emphatically. YES, yes he loved every second of it. In the darkest pit of himself was a desire for her to grow until her body was destroyed by this malignant thing and its selfish need to grow. He wanted to see her ravished by growth and he wanted her to feel every agonizing second of it.

Her hand suddenly loosened on his rod and her pace slowed, leaving him fruitlessly humping with dreams of her filled to the breaking point playing out in incredible detail. He glanced from her belly to her face to find her eyes screwed shut, Her back arched, toes curled. One hand clutching her belly with fingers splayed while the other, now pullled free of his pants, clutched the sheets. She began to writhe, squirming underneath the gigantic ball that immobilized her.

"Stretching..." she gasped, using what little air she had left in her lungs before the pain took her breath away. Her belly seemed to strain forward as if being pulled by an invisible force, the thing within her pressing further against the walls of its shell without care. Her breath growing more strained as the growth surged further into her chest cavity. Her eyes wide, mouth open, head thrown back the pain continued to escalate as the growth stretched her. He watched the skin pull tighter as her entire middle forcibly pushed towards the ceiling. His mind clouded with sexual fever. He jammed one hand down his pants, the other he rested on her enourmous mound. he could feel it swell underneath his fingertips, feel her body contest the growth but fail. Her fat ruby lips open and waiting for a scream to escape that stayed stuck in her throat. Her hand slid from her belly and up to cluch her chest as if she could stop the unstoppable. He feverishly stroked himself towards climax with his mind replaying what she had said not too long ago...and while her belly pushed higher and the pressure in her chest reached critical he knew the relentless pressure on her spine grew as well. She must feel as tho she could break in two at this very moment he thought. The sheer agony etched on her face only solidified his wonderings and caused him to erupt. He panted from the ferocity of his orgasm...and as he came down from the high of it all her spasm of growth slowed and then stopped. Leaving her suddenly still.

"Baby..." she said, her red lips barely parting. Her hair was in disarray, and her skin seemed that much more pale and ashen as if the mass had drained from her her vibrancy in exchange for unchecked growth. Her abdomen was impossibly bigger. She continued to arch her back, the continuous discomfort of her new size obvious. And where the growth spasm had ended the pain had not completely ceased nor would it ever from this point on. He cupped her cheek in his hand. He found himself overwhelmed with euphoria. This woman looking so spent on his behalf. Tortured, suffering through for his delight. Going to such lengths to realize his desires. He looked over her swollen middle. The blush at the tip of her swell had spread and darkened and he was sure he would find more consequences of her new growth that would excite the darkness in him but he also noticed she shook as if chilled to the bone. He pulled the sheet and blanket over her fragile form and kissed her forhead. And even underneath the layers of cloth her belly looked positively explosive.

"I dont know how many more of those I can take..." she whimpered. And he shushed her with a reassuring smile. She smiled back weakly, the smile was barely there. As he looked upon her at her most fragile and vulnerable he realized that he wanted more. It wasn't enough.

"Ok Maggie, I wont fight this anymore...but we have to do it my way..." he finally said.