#rump smothering

[dvilsdesire-a]

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

[bell-the-hungry-dergun]

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

here are descriptions of all my sonas

sona flavors

azalea or azzy for short tastes like icecream, mint and chocolate chip, her tail is soft, long and very strong, she can trap people in her coils very easily, her body is also very soft and squishy.

nyx tastes like fruit and berry gummy candy, his horns are hard but not sharp, theyre made of hard candy and can be painlessly broken off to suck or chew on. or left on to use as handlebars or to suck on, theyll melt with saliva touching them.

bell tastes like icecream sorbet and will melt if made too flustered, her wings are very sensitive and have feathers while the rest of her body has soft, velvety fur

and berry is blueberry flavored all over, with very fluffy, soft fur that feels like a little cloud, his tail can get extra puffy if he gets freaked out, and itll also get bigger if he eats too much, the exta mass adding to his fluff.

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, also has magic

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

forms:

berry- feral (his usual form, fluffy blue fox about 2 ft tall), anthro, (about 3 ft tall, walks digitigrade, like the rest, otherwise, looks mostly the same apart from head, and paw shape, also has a bigger tail and a slim waist)

azzy- anthro (her usual form, about 6 ft tall, 18 foot tail), naga, (same proportions for her torso and tail, just minus legs), feral (noodle, 20 ish foot long thick snake)

bell- anthro (her usual form, about 6 ft tall, 6 foot tail with a hungry maw on the end, big fluffy wings), small feral (about the size of berrys feral form, smaller wings, not able to fly very well with them, same tail but smaller), big feral (big dragon, much bigger wings, extra fluff and a slightly round tummy usually, big soft paws, about 12 ft tall)

nyx- anthro (7 ft tall, can change his height a bit with magic, big floofy tail, horns, all that stuff), feral (a bit smaller than berrys feral form, no wings, same tail proportions)

~~~~ nsfw ~~~~

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

[infinitecoldblack]

Eggm*n hasn't showered for a few days because he's been cooped up in his factory creating his latest robot design, so by the time he's done he's supremely musky and also extremely pent up. So he heads out to the local playground and when one of the curious kids walks up to him he casually scoops him up and takes him back home. The boy struggles for a bit but he tells him he'll get in trouble is he isn't a good little boy to get him to stop, but he also wouldn't particularly care if the brat started screaming for help because who would stop him?

He drops him on his emperor sized bed and then strips down, a visible steam puffing off his naked hairy body as he exposes himself. The young child getting dizzy as he's assaulted by the strong masculine aroma as the horny older man climbs onto the bed with him, his adult cock raging and dripping as he spreads the little boys legs. He smothers him under his fat gut as he mounts and plows in, not waiting a moment and just using the boy as a helpless hole for his arousal with that well fed man gut muffling any of his wails or cries. He starts pumping away relishing the rush of power that he can just kidnap a child in broad daylight and bring him back home to rape him as he pleases, while heat and sweat and scent shower over the helpless child as he's violated inside and out.

It doesn't take him long to cum with how pent up he was, and the little boy is trembling helplessly by the time he tugs out, his abused hole gaping and dripping after losing his virginity and innocence to the bear of a man. After relieving his lust Eg**an plants his big fat ass over the little boy smothering him under rump and burying him into his ass crack and then lounges back on the bed to rest and relax, his naked body splayed out and letting the steam of his odor waft freely. He'll enjoy a well deserved nap after finishing his latest project, trapping his most recent conquest under his ass all night long, and he'll decide what to do with the boy in the morning. Perhaps devouring him for breakfast, perhaps just dropping him right back off at the playground still naked and dripping to be discovered, perhaps tossing him into a cage somewhere in his HQ to be used again in the future, perhaps dumped into a badnik as a living battery. For now he's earned a rest~

Oh my god yesss this appeals to all my biggest weaknesses. 😍 Eggm*n deciding to use his power to kidnap and rape little boys on a whim when he's pent up and horny is so hot.

He's finally finished a lot of stressful hard work after days of heavy focus and hardly leaving his desk as he sleeps there most nights, let alone having time to shower. He finally wheels his chair back from his desk, intensely musky and sweaty after marinating in his building sweat and stench for days. But all he wants right now is a way to truly relieve himself after all that stress, frustration, and great effort. He quickly realizes part of why he feels so worked up is because he's so horny and pent up. Soon his hard cock is throbbing desperately while stretching his bodysuit as he plays with it for the first time in days but his hands, toys, or even his sexbots won't be enough to satisfy him after this many days without release. His arousal demands that he dominates something small and tight that can pathetically attempt to fight back for a real thrill.

Soon he's hanging around the local park, licking his lips and drooling as he searches for a victim. One little boy spots him lurking around and gets curious, wondering what that intense aroma is and why something huge is stretching his bodysuit as he investigates. When he gets close enough, Eggm*n doesn't hesitate to scoop him up and is on his way back home with his perfect catch. The boy begins to struggle and kick his feet about to try to escape but Eggm*n grips him tighter and coos, saying he needs to be a good little boy if he doesn't want to be in trouble. The eerie grin that spreads on the man's face is unsettling even if the boy doesn't understand what's happening, so he listens. But really he wouldn't care if the brat screamed, he'd quite like everyone to know he's snatching up a poor kid to ravage and they can't stop him.

He throws him onto his bed and excitedly boldly strips before him, spreading his jacket wide open to expose his fat hairy musky body to the child and introduce him to his much larger stiff adult cock that springs up as he releases it from his dirty sweat and precum soaked briefs, giving him a view he'll never forget as he shows him another naked body for the first time. The boy is intimidated by the man's veiny girth and heavier sagging balls compared to his tiny soft smooth prep*besc*nt cocklet when he rips his clothes off too. Days of musk finally escapes after being constrained by his clothes and puffs off of his now completely naked body with steam and drips onto the boy through his drool, sticky precum from his leaking cock, and drops of sweat with such a thick intense masculine aroma, so overpowering it makes his head spin.

Eggm*n rubs his musky body and cock all over his face and body to mark him with his scent before he flops his throbbing cock across the boy's stomach, raging with violent pent up lust as he sizes up his tiny body while spreading his legs and getting a look at his little pure pink virgin asshole. He feels such a rush for his dirty old man cock is about fuck it open and ruin it. He needs to stuff his twitching dripping cock inside right now. He doesn't hesitate to mount and force his large swollen tip inside and starts to stretch his hole open as he pushes his length in. The boy squirms helplessly while pinned and smothered by his huge fat gut, his cries muffled under thick pudge and his nose assaulted by his stench as he's forced to inhale the intoxicating aroma deeply. It makes him dizzy and weak alongside the pain of his thick cock splitting him open.

He pumps into him roughly with his massive adult pervert cock, so thick it spreads the boy's little cheeks far apart and his muffled cries and struggles for breath beneath him gets him going even more. Aggressive thrusts stretch his tiny virgin hole wide open as far as it can go, it's never been forced open so wide in its short life so far. It has such a satisfying grip on his cock that only clenches around it more as the boy pathetically struggles while trapped under him. This is exactly what he wanted and needed, nothing else would do. "Rrrghh FUCK YES, this is what tight little kid hole is made for; milking adult cock, serving my needs!" He growls while ravaging his hole like he's just a toy to plow his cock into as he bounces him up and down on it with a dangerously desperate lust for such a delicate body, mercilessly because he wants to break it.

He loves the power and thrill of how easily he can claim a perfect little reward after lots of hard work by pulling up to the little boy haven at the park and snatching up the first curious boy who trots up to him, too innocent and pure to ever imagine that minutes later, he'd be traumatized by the dirty old man exposing his intimidating naked hairy adult body and raping him with his pervert cock that's so hard, long and girthy as he ravages his hole, stealing his virginity by violating his small weak helpless young body with his much bigger stronger older one as he uses it for his sick desires. Pounding him so roughly while smothering him in his heat and showering him in his filth of drool, sweat, and cum so he's completely marked up by his immense intoxicating scent that will stay on him for weeks. So filthy, perverted and primal.

He cums so hard it feels intense after days without release, groaning deeply as he grips the boy tightly so his resistance is futile and pumps thick bursts of cum inside the furthest depths of his tiny ass. He loves the sight of tugging his thick cock out the still far too small hole even after ripping it open and filling it with his immense girth, unplugging the young boy's stuffed and stretched hole to see his cum spilling out of it, gaping and ruined as he lays there broken and trembling weakly from being raped hard by such a big strong bear of a man. He's so satisfied to have stolen a pure innocent boy's virginity and traumatized him in what was just a quick fuck with a nice little tight hole to him, teaching him little boys are made to serve his sick needs. He loves asserting his power in kidnapping and raping a tiny body for a quick release.

The boy finds out he still isn't free when Eggm*n plants his massive fat hairy musky ass on top of him, enough to cover his face and the rest of his small body. He chuckles as the boy struggles under him, as if he could possibly push him off or wriggle out from under his huge rump weighing on him, smothering and near crushing him. He responds by spreading his cheeks and swiveling in place to bury him deeper between his thick blubbery sweltering cheeks and squeezing them around him to trap him. His intense musky odor is at peak intensity after not showing for days and the combined smell of sex from his dirty cock fucking the boy's unprepared asshole and how it continued to secrete from the sweat that dripped from him during his hard rough thrusts and now the boy's face is buried in the deepest crevice it secretes from on his body.

Eggm*n really enjoys the feeling of him being wedged and squished deep between his cheeks and keeps him there all night while he kicks back for some well deserved rest after all his hard work on his latest project followed by a successful conquest of an innocent little boy's virginity. His still completely naked dripping steaming body splayed out across the mattress allows the filthy manly aroma to fill the air and the boy is breathing more of it than oxygen beneath him now. But he better settle in and accept it because he's going to be there for a while! The smell is definitely going to be stuck on the boy for weeks, especially after soaking in it all night under his damp sweaty body. Eggm*n is very satisfied knowing everyone would be able to both see and smell what he's done to him, if he ever does let him see the light of day again.

There's so many fun things he could do with him in the morning that Eggm*n considers as he falls asleep. After filling the boy's guts with his cock and cum, he could swallow him down to fill his hungry man gut as his breakfast in the morning and use him to help keep it well fed next. He'd be even more delectable to him after marinating in his musk all night and leaving him with empty balls in the night and a full stomach in the morning would be the perfect service. But it would also be fun to drop him off at the playground naked and dripping his cum from his ruined hole, reeking heavily of his scent so everyone will know a dirty old man scooped him up and had his way with him. But keeping him in a cage to later do it all again or as badnik to spend the rest of his days serving him another way, keeping him for himself forever sounds fun too...

He lets each one play out in his mind to decide on which one he likes best as he drifts off to sleep, feeling the most relaxed and satisfied in days. It feels so naughty and exciting to be a nasty filthy pervert who can get whatever he wants whenever he wants it, snatching up little boys and dominating and violating them inside and out to turn them into another little toy for him to play with and use to satisfy his needs~

[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~

[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.

[omnipointmuses]

Can you crush someone between your thighs, Xoco?

"Crush? Perhaps not, they are far too soft for such a task..." Xoco began as she undid the seal around her legs causing them to seemingly grow at her behest, becoming longer and more so wider until they were larger than the shortstack herself who casually slapped the towers of flab. "A bit awkward looking without my royal rump but I can at least smother someone with these~"

[twistedtummies2]

Well, it was only a matter of time before things got kinky between Giggle and Billy. Don't ask me how the harp wound up sleeping under the big guy's fat, rosy bottom, but trust me...that red face isn't just from a need for oxygen. Having said that, you probably should get off him, Billy. How is he supposed to sing without air! ...Lucky little songbird, for the record, seriously. >///>