#rump smothering

[twistedtummies2]

What did you do to end up in this situation? It had to have been something dreadful. Because otherwise, you wouldn’t be seeing this side of Billy Geant. Perhaps that’s what made you think that you could get away with your wicked deed: after all, when someone greedy, foolish, or both hears that a “nice giant” happens to live in the skies over Night Raven College - when they hear that giant has a fortune in treasures, all tucked away somewhere in his home - they may be tempted to take advantage of things. If they’re a nice giant, surely they’ll be easy to trick, even to hurt. Well…you were partially correct. See, Billy IS a nice giant…but the problem with that statement is, most giants aren’t nice at all. Billy won’t hurt people just for the fun of it. He won’t kill people just for the sake of it. He won’t make others suffer just because he can. This does not mean he won’t hurt you, kill you, or make you suffer AT ALL. He is still a giant. A giant who has seen far too much of people like you. There’s a reason you’re in that cage right now, and not already boiling alive in his belly, or smeared beneath his foot. It’s not because he plans to keep you. Oh, no. He just hasn’t decided how to properly punish you yet for what you’ve done. He's most likely going to eat you...but that doesn't mean he'll eat you alive. He might decide to crush you slowly beneath his foot, or steadily ruin you with his fat fingers as you squirm and plead for mercy he has no reason to show you. He might let that giant belly slam down on top of you, suffocating you in its flabby weight as all of his blubber is piled onto your puny form. He might, similarly, place you on his chair, and sit on you, letting his bottom crush or smother you while he enjoys a nice appetizer. These are just a few things he's said he's been considering...a crime like yours deserves the single worst he can possibly give you. As you hear his lumbering footsteps draw closer…as you see a flash of red in his usually baby blue eyes…as you see him drooling, licking his lips…as you see the shadows fall across his face…you suddenly realize that decision has been made. And he will not be making things quick for you. Those eyes promise pain and terror you haven't learned to comprehend. Yet. “Mmmmm…I’m back, little one. Now it’s time for us to play. Just so you know…” The giant’s fingers reach towards the cage, his mouth watering and stomach ROARING…a sound that seems to come from the depths of the Underworld itself… “...I’m playing for keeps tonight.”

Your end is about to begin. One could say you should know better next time…but there won’t be a next time. Goodbye and good riddance.

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SO...funny story behind this one. XD I was chatting with my now-defunct-on-Tumblr friend, @twisted-brainrot. I shared a villain song with them I'm rather fond of, and apparently the song inspired them in some way, and - right out of the blue - they whipped up this dark gloriousness. Most art I get of Billy focuses on his cuddly, cute, happy side, and for good reason: most of the time, that's who Billy is. But sometimes people probably forget...Billy's still a man-eating ogre. And if there's one thing you don't want to do, it's make a man-eating ogre angry. Still, it's not necessarily easy to get Billy TRULY enraged...and considering this situation, that's probably for the best.

[dvilsdesire]

spicy prompt for my fave incubus :3c

haarlep or raph being used as a cock warmer while cuddling at night ✨️ 👀

Writing prompts

Haarlep was like a wretched child that could not get comfortable, or like a dog that was sniffing around for the perfect spot to curl up on. By the Nine, it was annoying, especially when the creature didn't need sleep like Raphael did.

From beneath the sheets, Raphael's brow pulled downward in a frown, his eyes scrunching closed as if that would help him succumb to the sleep he actually required. It did nothing, of course. In fact, it only made him more awake, and more frustrated. It was a vicious cycle.

"What are you doing!?" he finally snapped, eyes opening as he turned over his shoulder, the boudoir lit up only by the souls that roamed the area and the oil lamps that were lit. The curtains to the large windows and doors were all drawn closed to give the illusion that Avernus had some semblance of night, despite how bright it was outside.

"Would you just pick a spot and be done with it?"

Haarlep, who paused in his movements, pouted as his wings were trapped beneath the blankets and he felt like he was being smothered. "My dear, I cannot get my wings comfortable like this," the incubus sighed dramatically.

"Then go away."

The incubus only pouted more. "That's not fair, my pet. You are allowed to sleep in your human face so the wings don't get tangled. I cannot."

No, the creature couldn't. At least, not whilst Haarlep was within Raphael's company. He did not like when his personal incubus turned to a different glamour during his sleep, or anywhere in the bedroom for that matter. That was for his preference only. Whatever Haarlep did behind closed doors was the creature's own business, but not within his company.

"Then get out from beneath the sheets and rest on top of them. It is truly that simple." Raphael said it like he was speaking to an incompetent child. He rolled back over and fluffed his pillow up with a huff, closing his eyes again.

When the bed shifted from the weight, he felt cool air at his back when Haarlep obviously pulled the covers back, but suddenly, an infernal heat was pressed up against where the cold had reached (not that it was cold, by any means, not in the House of Hope).

"Haarlep..." he muttered, his eyes halving in annoyance. He was certain he could feel his temple throbbing.

"Shh, I am comfortable now," purred Haarlep, his arms moving around Raphael's waist and pulling him against his belly. With the size difference, it was a perfect fit, Raphael's back nestled against his stomach, his rump sitting right between his legs as he tended to curl up during his sleep.

A sudden heat surged up Raphael's spine, his hands having tucked themselves beneath his pillow. They suddenly closed into fists. It wasn't his comfortable pillow that made him feel warm at night, though, or the blankets that tucked him in. Haarlep was a warm body to lean against, that required no effort on his half--and even if it did, he was more than pleased to indulge the incubus' nature, for it was his one true weakness.

"Haarlep, you-," the air was pushed from his lungs as he felt the incubus squeeze him, something firm pressing between his buttocks. Haarlep was not entirely erect, he could tell, but it was enough to feel the girth squeeze its way between his cheeks.

"If you are uncomfortable, then go away..." teased Haarlep, his warm breath against Raphael's ear, pressing his nose into the hair of the devil's head and taking in the scent of his lotions. His voice was a soft velvet between them, a temptation and corruption.

Raphael's muscles tensed at the notion that Haarlep would use his own words against him. They always did. They were a wretched creature, but one that was, at times, not worth the effort to correct. Or perhaps it was just Raphael had a fondness for them, and could not find it in himself to refuse the hellspawn.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes again, feeling Haarlep's warm arms wrap themselves around him, as if holding some sort of plush doll for comfort as the incubus slept--which they didn't need to do at all.

Raphael was a sore loser at the best of times, but some battles... he still won despite what Haarlep thought.

"Do not get used to this. I am merely too tired to entertain your childish antics this evening." Unlike some, Raphael actually had work that needed to be done in the morning.

Haarlep rumbled a little purr in his chest, right against Raphael's back. "Of course, my dear. I wouldn't think otherwise." He pressed his naked body against Raphael's further, his tail wrapping around a thigh.

They both knew that wasn't true. They both knew that Raphael liked every part of it.

[kevlarii]

Are you for Ukraine or Russia? I'm leaning towards Russia.

I hardly ever get anons anymore, but I really started pondering this question. For people who followed the conflict in Donbass from its very onset, the whole situation meant something else. In 2014-2015, we were all analysing the events at the front, the politics, the possible developments. And one by one, all our heroes died, disappeared, or were replaced. And the conflict turned into what his now open war between two sets of oligarchs, propelled by money and foreign interests. I have never hidden the fact that I favoured the Russian position; but what dawned on me after the first few weeks is the meaninglessness of it all. The Ukrainian position is often an array of hysterical, nonsensical positions that is often repeated ad nauseam by virtue-signalling, physically attractive and blindly Europhile Ukrainians who live abroad - and who have no connection to the forgotten soldiers dying in the trenches. And for what? Ukraine is done for either way, there will be no reconstruction, just a rump state increasingly populated by the elderly and the disabled, as everyone else emigrates to become a cog in the smothering suburban lifestyles of Western Europe. At the same time, the Russians have destroyed the legacy of one of the greateast European cultures in terms of softpower, and will be left to China's devices. Prigozhin showed that there is no real interest in fighting a war properly, the important thing is continuing to destabilise energy markets so the oligarchs can keep banking on the crisis. Who even talks about Donbass anymore? I feel disgusted with it all. So much Slavic blood spilled for nothing, under the auspices of competing interests that care little for the people. The truth is that the real enemy is hardly ever the guy sitting in trench opposite yours, but more often than not is the guy sitting in your capital city calling the shots from his desk

[nuthin-up-my-sleeve]

Oh I feel like I got beat upside my head. Went out last night with the skate or die crowd for our Christmas meet up

and drank way way too much. I very seldom drink these days. Ugh! Somebody please put me in bed and smother me with the pillow. Oh from what I’m understand one bar we stopped in had karaoke night and evidently we did “Rump Shaker” by Wreckx-n- Effect. Yeah and my bestie showed up and we did 2 Live Crew “Me so Horny” she did all the chorus and twerked while I rapped. My god what have I done????

DRUNK ASS WHITE PEOPLE!!!!

I get to work and find the bartender’s phone number in my back pocket…. Sebastian. Bestie said this guy was hitting on me big time and sliding me free drinks WTF! I guess I can still draw the gay men yay! 😂

I’m calling the surgeon today and ask for a brain transplant instead of the hip replacement.

[facefartdreams]

Brendan played his video games while I layed in his bed behind him. His ass was to die for and I had a front row seat as it wiggled with every abrupt move of his game. Level 5!” Brendan cheered. Soon I smelled a familiar smell of sewage. Brendan had released an SBD that filled my nose with his rancid gas brew. I was on the receiving end of many of his butt bombs during our friendship... but this one tops the cake to this day.“Sorry I farted” He waved a hand behind his ass after his half-assed apology. The waving turned into wafting as he started moving a second fart into my face. “Dude, I’m full of gas tonight. I may even have to lock you in a dutch oven.” His threat brought you to the verge of cumming. “Hey Hey Hey!” Brendan pushed his rump into my face and ripped a loud, but smaller fart into my face. The smell was just as bad and he laughed as he continued playing his game. I smelled wave after wave of SBD for the next hour. The average man farts around 20 times a day. From my experience men fart more than that... closer to 30, maybe even 40 times a day. However, within that hour I smelled over 50 farts from my best friend’s ass. Brendan was still enjoying his game and not even acknowledging his rancid gas attack “Holy fucking hell dude, you stink! Gosh how do you let out so much gas?” I finally spoke up and Brendan paused the game, bent over and ripped the mother load of all farts. Twenty seconds of gas spewed right into my face as Brendan began laughing at my situation. “I have so much more man... you sure you wanna sit back there?” His gas filled the whole room, there was no where the go... So I stayed. At the two and a half hour mark, Brendan had let out over 200 farts. At some point I stopped cringing at the smell, but Brendan got more vile at aiming his farts, pausing the game about every minute to let out a sizable rip or two. I was basically making myself a piece of furniture. A complacent fart sniffer for Brendan’s evil brew of stink. At four hours he was starting to slow down, still he passed the 400 farts mark and still continued to rip a big fart in my nose every two to five minutes. “Dude! I finished the game!” He smiled at me, and I was shocked as it’s the first time he acknowledged me as a person instead of something to fart on. “Now dude, get on your back, I’m sick of you always pretending you don’t dream of being smothered by my ass.”Brendan sat directly on my face and his farts began picking up again. “You think 450 was bad? Wait til I get you to the thousands!” Brendan is the gassiest man I know... and my favorite thing to do with him is stare into his ass as he plays his games... some times those games are on the Nintendo. Other time those games are with my psyche

[gryfstmne]

The hypnotist behind you

I want to try something .

see if it feels right .

Imagine a relaxed atmosphere

where it is very private.

You count down from 10 to 1

With every number, you feel a touch

by the hypnotist standing behind you.

10. You feel his hands

on the sides of your waist.

He murmurs that you will feel warmth from his palms

spread from his hands to soothe and relax you

...and it spreads through your stomach ; stabilizing you , holding you .

You start to feel like you are glowing inside

as it spreads through your body.

9. He moves a hand over your rump

so softly ...slighly. Teasingly

and moans in your ear,

" Arousal begins here, and now you feel this !

You will think about this pleasure."

It Will occupy your thoughts. Now!

8. His hand caresses your neck.

He says, " you are vulnerable here in my hands,

but you like being vulnerable to me and enjoy my strong hands "

7. He moves in close behind you and reaches over your shoulders to touch your nipples and breaststroke.

He says, " you think about how I surround your body and hold you to me .

you like it. like my words surrounding and exciting you and smothering your will in my body ."

6. He puts his hands around your temples, and the warmth in his palms makes you almost dizzy. He says, " my hands hold your head .

my words hold your mind to me.

so warm and wonderful .

you feel your thoughts stop moving under my hands and just lie in your mind ,still and calm

5. He moves a hand on top of your head and says, " your attention drifts up to the top of your head.

My hand naturally draws your attention ,

your focus to me . Relax now .

you are safe in my hands.

4. His hands wrap around your balls now.

He tells you, " your body has connected to me. all your focus is now at my touch .

your thoughts waiting for the words ,

the commands that will control your body.

You want this above all else."

3. He strokes your thighs.

He strokes your cock.

So lightly, but it sends shivers throughout your body.

He says, " you think nothing, but of the pleasure of obeying my touch.

My words will tell you when .

You will want this to linger in your mind.

When I bring you to erection;

you will remember the words of mine

that brought you to this moment

...and if I decide to use them on you again,

you WILL come again .

You WILL want to obey them again and again .

2. He touches the tip and says the words

and your mind and body orgasm with ecstacy

as one  with him surrounding you,

enjoying you under his command.

1. He brings his hands up and keeps you stable as you recover yourself in the aftermath. 

He says, " enjoy my voice, my words, my boy.

And now , you may remember this

for the next time you want to serve me

like I tell you, for this pleasure of my voice.

My company.

But for now, come back to yourself.

  happy, peaceful, and strong

in mind and body.

Until next time

And then he is gone.

Ooh, but you wonder.... when 

you will hear him again.

......

[tremendousmothergoat]

Hungry Daydream + Mayor Holiday, Is it in bad taste to imagine yourself doing naughty things your star student's parent, yes, is it worse when that parent is the mayor to your town? also yes. But in Toriel's defense Mrs. Holiday's hefty bust and rude, dismissive attitude, it's hard not to imagine her being put in her place, whether that place is pinned against a wall, being smothered under a goat rump, or squirming away in her gut~!

Boy, those parent-teacher conferences can get out of hand! What was just supposed to be a way of humiliating the mayor quickly went south when the squirming mayor thrashed around to the point of her head slipping up into Toriel's rump! At that point, well, Toriel just couldn't help herself. The mayor went from being smothered against the wall to getting swallowed up the goatmom's fat ass, kicking legs being the last thing to disappear as Toriel's belly plumped up further..

Hopefully all the burbling and growling of the squirming woman in her bowels didn't distract too much from the other meetings she'd have to do tonight!

[journeyballs]

You're on the beach with Feferi and Nepeta. Both wearing a custom-made swimsuits coloured with their signs, as they lie down on their fronts your view of the beach is immediately obscured by mountainous mounds of wobbly grey.

You quickly snap out of it as you hear them calling you to help them with their lotion, a request that causes you to instantly stiffen. Their asses idly rocking back and forth almost like an invitation… You hope Kanaya made those things are stretchy enough.

Your eyes, if not body shiver as you absorb the sight in front of you, looking down at your lotion clad hands before looking back at the obscene swimsuit clad fuckrumps of your friends.

Don’t panic reader, the basically fish princess of alternia and your best feline friend need you to slater their bodies in lotion, and the only thing stopping you are rumps so large they casts shadows on your insignificant, small, fragile body….

No. You shall not be terrified! You swear, on your oath of friendship that you’ll do this, you will lotion

> both

You rub the lotions on your hands, and then, like the ambitious fool you are, walk face first into both of their rears, your left arm getting immediately submerged into feferi’s ass crack, while your right gets submerged in Nepeta’s

And to add the icing to your fuck up cake, you’ve managed to hit the dead middle between them, smothered by the space between feferi’s right cheek and Nepeta’s left, your stiff erection smothered deeper in, like two hips pressed against it and refuse to unbump

You might’ve made an dumb choice

[bigwoofmom]

okay, spill it, how many are under your clothes right now?

Lucille is just sitting on her couch with a smug smile on her face while dressed in what appears to be full latex bodysuit. With a casual demeanor she pulls her phone out of her cleavage and appears to open an app called "KT Suit Controls" makes a show of scrolling down to the Compression option and turns it down partially and instantly her suit seems to come alive. Nearly every inch of her suit had an imprint of some poor or lucky soul squirming under the shiny material. From her chest to gut to rump to crotch even under her arms and a bellyfold had someone's face pressed deep into them to a point where their imprint was nearly swallowed up by her smothering form.

With a tap of her thumb the option is turned back on fully and all the imprints are seemingly pulled back under the latex and into her body. Leaving the wolfess smiling smugly on her couch.

"The amount of times I get asked to entertain a party is surprisingly high you know~"

[cyber-corp]

Part 2: Dave

Oh shit. The coolest guy alive. A briefing of what he does in Act 2;

This here is Dave Strider, and he doesn't have any time for funny names.

After briefly contemplating bleating like a goat ironically and pestering John about the sick ass juice he found, he makes some sick beats on his sampler (which is another really cool way that HS uses its medium).

He allocates his katana to his Strife Specibus, nearly takes a SWIG of the juice (but doesn't because of monster piss, curse you Egbert) and then captchalogues the sword, spilling the juice on his copies of the SBURB Beta in the process.

He decides to hang them out to dry, before they get stolen by a RAMBUNCTIOUS BIRD.

After accidentally throwing his word out the window and ridding his copy of the beta in the process, Dave decides to venture into his brother's room to get his copy instead. He chills with Lil Cal for a bit.

He guesses the password to his brother's computer, and goes on Plush Rump, his brother's successful and ironic website.

Cal has mysteriously appeared behind him, Dave gives a nervous fist bump, and he moves towards the "kitchen". By this point it's very clear to the viewer that someone is moving Cal around to screw with Dave. He captchalogues a variety of things during this time, including box of fireworks, shurikens, some nunchucks, a "wheeled ride", a battery pack, a jumble of unbelievably shitty swords, some red spherical salutes, and a whirling blade pitcher. Jesus.

However, Dave notices a note from his brother on the hatch to the crawlspace, a very obvious reference to a certain horror franchise. He makes a fort on the turntables, pulls the cord, and gets absolutely smothered in puppet ass.

Luckily, he bursts out of the pile like "The One" and reads a note from his brother, telling him to go to the roof and to bring Cal along. So he does just that, but really coolly and sickly.

(this goes fucking hard)

We don't really get much of Dave in Act 3, but the glimpses we do get are of him getting absolutely knackered by his bro.

"bro just kicked my ass" indeed. In the aftermath, Dave mourns the tragic loss of Cal, shoves the beta into his sylladex, and tells Rose he's going to install it, which he will.

We get a brief lil' flashback on Dave's famous shades, the ones worn by Ben Stiller in the 2004 retro-mania remake of Starsky and Hutch. They were gifted to him by John, as a way of getting out of his bro's shadow and being his own cool guy.

In present day, Dave gets a troll message on Pesterchum, from a guy who definitely types like a total tool (but I feel they'll definitely come back later).

And then, with the help of Rose, Dave successfully installs the beta. Shit is now taking place.

The last point in Act 3 we see (presumably) Dave install SBURB and help Rose in her own sticky situation, before he gets swarmed by more birds. How ironic.

Homestuck is becoming increasingly difficult to read because you can never pick a favourite character. But Dave is definitely up there. His overall chill vibes are admirable. His fight scenes, although his ass gets whooped every time, are insane. I really hope we get more of him in future.

On the topic of Rose (and John I guess)

She helps him out, John gets a prophecy and a sick new hammer, her house nearly burns down, she has a weird mutant cat thing named Vodka Mutini, her old cat becomes a Kernelsprite and gets saved by it, and then possibly blows up in the house's meteor explosion. I don't know. Maybe.

John does more RPG stuff, gets some new drip, and at the end of 1149 jumps through a portal, where Act 3 ends.

I feel like John and Rose are the best duo so far. Any time they interact, either through SBURB or Pesterchum they bounce off each other's conversations like nothing. It's very fun!

I'll talk about these three later.

[borediori]

"Eheheheheck yeah! I'm sure a lot of people who wanted to hug you ended up squeezing against your GARGANTUAN rump instead."

Charlotte smothered her face into her "teddy bear's" eponymous organ, continuing to caress a mound of its blubber between her arms and even chomping onto it, swerving her neck from side to side to watch it wobble in abundant, repetitive waves.

"Yeah, anyone can tell that I'm obvs VERY fat. You wanna get a really close look at it once I'm done taking one at yours? I'll let you get as degenerate with it as you want~"

Charlotte wagged her two bubbles of flesh while her teeth clamped onto the enby's round rump once more, the both of them swaying along with her jiggling backside and wedging Charlotte's head between their pants's cavernous crack, its fabric chafing against her cheeks as a chortle vibrated its depths.

"Ehh... Less squishing more being squashed by it.... I am still a moody asshole to most people...." Yawned the blue-haired non-binary dollop of lard and blubber.

"Well, it'd be nice to actually... you know... look at you a bit more. I can't really see you back there."

Iori sure could FEEL her with all her squishing, groping and chortling against the mega expanse of their lardy ass. Straining against the slacks it may be. No matter, for now, they just enjoyed the feeling of the other's affections. Be it by hand or by chomp!~

"Wanna see how fat you've gotten, like a good girl should~"

A playful tease for such an affectionate blondie~

[bell-the-hungry-dergun]

Dm or ask me if u wanna talk about dragons, snakes, digimon, pokemon, vore, mushrooms, furry stuff, or food

nsfw stuff under the read more

sona flavors

azalea or azzy for short tastes like icecream, mint and chocolate chip

nyx tastes like fruit and berry gummy candy, his horns are hard but not sharp

bell tastes like icecream sorbet and will melt if made too flustered and berry is blueberry flavored

azzys pussy tastes like pineapple icecream, her milk tastes like vanilla icecream, her rump tastes like cherry candy

nyxs cum tastes like a dragonfruit smoothie, his ass tastes like strawberries

bells milk tastes like vanilla icecream as well, their pussy tastes like honeysuckle, their cum tastes like pineapple and coconut, and their butt tastes like raspberry

berrys cum tastes like blue raspberry, his ass tastes like strawberries as well

personalities

bell, thick and fluffy dragon/snake hybrid, switch in both vore and sex, very loving and gentle, sill wrap their tail around people if she likes them, will lick anyone she wants if they let her, loud purrer, likes being fed stuff or having anything (or anyone willing) into one of her mouths

azalea (nickname, azzy) mommy vibes, thick snake lady, has a naga and a feral form, loves coiling around people, squeezing and smothering them in her tail for a bit before either letting them go or eating them, depending on which one they want, will just eat people without letting them choose in order to keep them safe though, or if she thinks they belong in her stomach

nyx, subby dutchie femboy, likes being eaten, will eat people if they ask him nicely, very sweet, not really able to be rough, likes his wings rubbed and will let you grab his horns, but only if youre making him do something extra fun (like if you made him suck you off)

berry, sweet little candy foxxo, loves tail rubs and belly rubs, likes eating people and lovesssss being eaten but will never admit it. likes stuffing himself with too much food until his belly is too big for him to move

[nevermindtheweights]

Besides, her feet are smothered by her calves at this point and her vast flood of a stomach and rump do plenty to keep her parked on her mobility skiffs.

There is bad futures if she tries to walk, she is very certain.

[massive-marvel]

Natasha big booty should be sat on me, fr fr 😤😤

"There's an easy way to fix that, honey~" Natasha smirked, and with surprising agility for a woman of her size, spun around and deposited herself down on top of them, all but smothering them in her enormous rump~ It was heavy, warm, and soft, perfect for using someone else as a seat~

"This what you wanted? All this ass squishing down on you?~" She grinned mischievously, wiggling her hips to make that butt wobble and jiggle.

[tremendousmothergoat]

Hungry Daydream + Muffet, how careless of Muffet to let her guard down at the beach and start sunbathing, honestly Toriel should just plant her rump right down on her and smother the fight out of her before swallowing her down, the damage that spider butt would do on her beach bod be damned.

Ooh yes, that'd be wonderful... Just crush the little spider under tons of goatmom rump, feel those angry screams get swallowed up by her cheeks while six hands press and push around back there! Ordinarily, Muffet wouldn't ever be that careless, but if she ever was.. Of course, Toriel would give her a nice long time back there to squirm, while she just enjoyed the sun and tried to think of good replacement lyrics for "the itsy-bitsy spider" to finish Muffet off with. Then before she goes out into the water, she'd scoot her bikini panties aside and stuff Muffet up there for good!

Ah... The thought has Toriel grinding deeper dimples in her chair. That poor cushion is never going to not have deep dips from her ass cheeks in it.

[journeyballs]

Nepeta and Feferi shared a quick giggle between each other after feeling you fall straight between the space of their cheeks as they begin changing position. The two large trolls now sitting on their side as they face back to back, rumps pressed against each other creating a literal prison of assflesh around you.

Alright reader, don’t panic, you might made the dumbest choice of your life, but you’ve made tons of dumb choices, so many that there’s two entire games about you full of them, you just gotta….be careful, and wiggle on out, and then you can do your job proper-

Why are they moving, don’t they know you’re stuck in here!

You try to let them know, but your voice seems to be muffled, and getting more muffled, as their position changing onto the sides makes you sink deeper and deeper into this assmeat prison, sinking deeper and deeper until you find yourself smushed between all four cheeks, your left arm pinned between Nepeta’s ass crack and your right pinned between feferi’s, the smothering causing you enough arousal to start leaking pre, onto the sand between the two..

Oh boy, this is a real pickle, don’t tell you that even when you’ve transferred from a game format to a blog writing format, bad ends still exist, you thought you left that reality behind!?