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My mouth feels so empty 😵‍💫 :((

Fansly | Throne | Kofi

No thoughts, head empty 💕

Fansly | Throne

Colleen

"We talked about this."

"No. We didn't talk about this. We were having fun. You got weird out of nowhere. You started ghosting me. You sent me a damn text message to break things off." Colleen punctuated every sentence by prodding Noel 's chest with her finger, causing him to back up until the he felt the couch against the back of his legs.

"Colleen, I'm sorry, but..."

She cut him off by placing her hand on his chest and staring into his eyes. Then, she smirked and pushed him back. His torso went backwards, but his legs couldn't, he fell into a sitting position on the couch.

"Listen, I..."

"No," she said as she bent over to look him in the eyes. This angle gave Noel a perfect view of the dark, smooth skin of her perky breasts. "You don't want to talk." She grabbed between his legs where she could feel his dick getting harder. "We don't have to talk." She undid his belt and began unbuttoning his jeans. "We don't have to say a thing." She whispered as she pulled down his underwear to get to his throbbing cock. She let herself sink to her knees and gently caressed his dick with one hand. Kissing it. Before taking it in her lips and slowly sliding her mouth down.

"ColleeEEEEENNNNnnn!" He moaned as she began working her mouth up and down. "This isn't going to wooooooorrkk!" Noel cried as he felt her tongue working in unison with her lips. "You can't dooooo thiiissssss," screamed as the head of his dick hit her throat.

After a few moves, she slid her mouth off his aching cock, but kept stroking with her hand. "I thought you didn't want to talk," she pouted. "I'm so confused."

"Can we just back up? Please?" He panted, trying desperately to regain control of the situation.

"Back up?"

"Yes!"

She ponderd this for a moment before a wicked grin spread over her face. "that's a great idea. I'll back up." She kept her grip on his cock as she turned around and lifted the hem of her sun dress to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties. She slid the seliva-slicked dick to between her cheeks, teasing it before guiding it into her asshole.

"That's not what I...meant..." He trailed off as the tight hole gradually accepted all of his manhood. Her firm ass pressed against his pelvis and inner thighs as she finished taking her seat. She let herself recline until she was laying on his chest. She reached behind her, taking his cheek in her hand. She leaned her head back turned it so her lips graised his cheek as she spoke.

"There," she said as she began grinding. "I backed up. We're talking. What did you want to say?"

"I'm sorry," he moaned. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Awful job of that, darling," she replied tightening her cheeks.

"I wasn't... I'm not... I don't think I can handle this."

"Can't? Won't?"Noel en raised herself up a few inches just to drop back down.

"Ahhhhhhh! Things were getting too intense," Noel whined. He gripped her thighs. "I was missing friends. Thinking about you when I should have been working," He began grinding into her. "People were worried about me!"

"You, what, cared too much?" Her breath was coming in sharper, faster. "I expected more than that bullshit line."

"It's true," he panted. "I was missing sleep to be with you. I'd forget to eat because I was getting off to your pics! I was a mess!"

Her tone softened. " I am pretty hot. I can see why you'd bail on everything for me." She faked a thoughtful expression. "But you hurt this hottie's feelings." She tightened again. "I was so upset when I got that text."

"I'm sorry! Every time I tried to talk it out, you'd pull something like... like... this. It was the only way..."

She put her arms on his thighs and gently lifted herself up just a few inches. "you're saying it's my fault? That I should have fucked you less?" She forced herself back down causing the couch to bounce under them and forcing him deeper inside than ever. The senation was too much, he almost screamed. "Well?" She demanded as she raised herself again.

"Y....I mean...NO!" She held her position. Her waist and hips started gently swaying left and right, pulling is aching cock with them.

"You didn't....I don't... It's..." His voice trailed off. Colleen could hear a tone of defeat in Noel 's voice. She loved it. "I'm waiting," she cooed.

"I didn't think you cared about me," he whispered.

This took her off guard. She let herself slip down his shaft, just a bit.

"Go on," she said.

"I thought you were just using me for a good time. I didn't think you'd care if you didn't see me again," he moaned. "You're so hot, and you can get any man or woman you want." He felt himself throb. The total domination making him turned on in ways he didn't know he could be.

Colleen returned this by easing herself all the way back down. She pulled the top of her sun dress down to expose her tits. "Just because I'm a slut doesn't mean I don't have a heart," she said. Then, she reached back and laced the fingers of his left hand signe hers. She guided that hand to her exposed chest and gave her left tit a squeeze. "You can feel it, can't you?"

He pulled her closer and squeezed her breast even tighter. "I feel it," he whispered.

"Would I keep fucking your brains out of i didn't care?"

"I don't know."

"But you care, don't you? Show me how much you care, honey. Give into your feelings. Fuck me."

He let his hips start to buck. He took her other breast in his hand and gripped them both while he humped her asshole harder and harder.

"That's it,baby. Show me. Show me how much you need me!"

Gripping her chest, he brought her in close and held her there. "I love you. I NEED you," he moaned.

His breath caught in throat; it was like the orgasm snuck up on him. Helplessly spilling as he held her body tight to his.

"Mmmmmmmm," Noel en purred. "That's a good boy. I love it when I make you cum too quickly. It shows how little you can control yourself around me." She gently pulled herself off of his cock and turned around to straddle him. She placed a single finger under his chin and guided him in for a kiss. "I make you feel good, don't I, darling?"

"Yes..." He moaned. He felt his own cum dripping out of her and onto his exposed thigh.

"And you wanna make me feel good, don't you?" She asked, placing both hands behind his head and taking hold.

"Yes...?"

"I knew you would," she replied. Angling his head back, she used him to steady herself as she raised up to a position where her pussy was even with his mouth. "Show me. Show me you can make me feel just as good," she commanded.

Noel stared up at Noel en with defeated, obedient eyes and took a few slow, hesitant licks of the length of her labia. He'd missed the taste of her. "Come on, I know you're not shy." She forced his face deeper between her legs. "Make up for lost time."

He closed his eyes, pushed his tongue in deeper and began licking faster. "That's better, baby," Noel en said. "Be good and lick that love button." Without a word, he began focusing his attention on her clit. He was rewarded immediately with sound of her moaning. She took one hand away from his head and placed it on the wall behind him to steady herself as the first wave of pleasure hit her.

"Oh, FUCK YEAH!" she yelled. "MORE. GIVE IT TO ME." Noel en knew Noel hated when she got too loud; he'd had to deal with noise complaints in the past. She just started grinding on his when she thought she felt him try to object. "Everyone is gonna know you're mine. Everyone!"

Her juices mixed with the drool that ran down his chin. His own filthy cum continued to drip, drip on his thighs. He kept licking.

Noel en moaned loud enough to be heard through the entire build as a second wave of pleasure crash over her. Taking this as approval for a job well done, he let himself begin to slow. His whole mouth was starting to ache from the exertion.

Satisfied with her score of 2-1, she released her grip on him, reached her hand back to grab his shirt, used it to wipe up any cum off her that hadn't already dtipped down on him, and finally collapsed on the couch next her man. Colleen let a few minutes pass where she admired her work. "Come on," she said eventually. "That apology was a start but I won't know you're really sincere until you've taken me out to seal the deal. I'm thinking it's going to take at least a new purse and a nice dinner to show me you mean it. Now, get yourself cleaned up."

"We talked about this."

"No. We didn't talk about this. We were having fun. You got weird out of nowhere. You started ghosting me. You sent me a damn text message to break things off." Colleen punctuated every sentence by prodding Cole's chest with her finger, causing him to back up until the he felt the couch against the back of his legs. 

"Colleen, I'm sorry, but..."

She cut him off by placing her hand on his chest and staring into his eyes. Then, she smirked and pushed him back. His torso went backwards, but his legs couldn't, he fell into a sitting position on the couch. 

"Listen, I..."

"No," she said as she bent over to look him in the eyes. This angle gave Cole a perfect view of the dark, smooth skin of her perky breasts. "You don't want to talk." She grabbed between his legs where she could feel his dick getting harder. "We don't have to talk." She undid his belt and began unbuttoning his jeans. "We don't have to say a thing." She whispered as she pulled down his underwear to get to his throbbing cock. She let herself sink to her knees and gently caressed his dick with one hand. Kissing it. Before taking it in her lips and slowly sliding her mouth down. 

"ColleeEEEEENNNNnnn!" He moaned as she began working her mouth up and down. "This isn't going to wooooooorrkk!" Cole cried as he felt her tongue working in unison with her lips. "You can't dooooo thiiissssss," screamed as the head of his dick hit her throat. 

After a few moves, she slid her mouth off his aching cock, but kept stroking with her hand. "I thought you didn't want to talk," she pouted. "I'm so confused." 

"Can we just back up? Please?" He panted, trying desperately to regain control of the situation. 

"Back up?" 

"Yes!"

She ponderd this for a moment before a wicked grin spread over her face. "that's a great idea. I'll back up." She kept her grip on his cock as she turned around and lifted the hem of her sun dress to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties. She slid the seliva-slicked dick to between her cheeks, teasing it before guiding it into her asshole. 

"That's not what I...meant..." He trailed off as the tight hole gradually accepted all of his manhood. Her firm ass pressed against his pelvis and inner thighs as she finished taking her seat. She let herself recline until she was laying on his chest. She reached behind her, taking his cheek in her hand. She leaned her head back turned it so her lips graised his cheek as she spoke. 

"There," she said as she began grinding. "I backed up. We're talking. What did you want to say?" 

"I'm sorry," he moaned. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Awful job of that, darling," she replied tightening her cheeks. 

"I wasn't... I'm not... I don't think I can handle this." 

"Can't? Won't?"Coleen raised herself up a few inches just to drop back down. 

"Ahhhhhhh! Things were getting too intense," Cole whined. He gripped her thighs. "I was missing friends. Thinking about you when I should have been working," He began grinding into her. "People were worried about me!" 

"You, what, cared too much?" Her breath was coming in sharper, faster. "I expected more than that bullshit line."

"It's true," he panted. "I was missing sleep to be with you. I'd forget to eat because I was getting off to your pics! I was a mess!" 

Her tone softened. " I am pretty hot. I can see why you'd bail on everything for me." She faked a thoughtful expression. "But you hurt this hottie's feelings." She tightened again. "I was so upset when I got that text." 

"I'm sorry! Every time I tried to talk it out, you'd pull something like... like... this. It was the only way..." 

She put her arms on his thighs and gently lifted herself up just a few inches. "you're saying it's my fault? That I should have fucked you less?" She forced herself back down causing the couch to bounce under them and forcing him deeper inside than ever. The senation was too much, he almost screamed. "Well?" She demanded as she raised herself again. 

"Y....I mean...NO!" She held her position. Her waist and hips started gently swaying left and right, pulling is aching cock with them. 

"You didn't....I don't... It's..." His voice trailed off. Colleen could hear a tone of defeat in Cole's voice. She loved it. "I'm waiting," she cooed. 

"I didn't think you cared about me," he whispered. 

This took her off guard. She let herself slip down his shaft, just a bit. 

"Go on," she said. 

"I thought you were just using me for a good time. I didn't think you'd care if you didn't see me again," he moaned. "You're so hot, and you can get any man or woman you want." He felt himself throb. The total domination making him turned on in ways he didn't know he could be. 

Colleen returned this by easing herself all the way back down. She pulled the top of her sun dress down to expose her tits. "Just because I'm a slut doesn't mean I don't have a heart," she said. Then, she reached back and laced the fingers of his left hand signe hers. She guided that hand to her exposed chest and gave her left tit a squeeze. "You can feel it, can't you?" 

He pulled her closer and squeezed her breast even tighter. "I feel it," he whispered. 

"Would I keep fucking your brains out of i didn't care?" 

"I don't know." 

"But you care, don't you? Show me how much you care, honey. Give into your feelings. Fuck me." 

He let his hips start to buck. He took her other breast in his hand and gripped them both while he humped her asshole harder and harder. 

"That's it,baby. Show me. Show me how much you need me!" 

Gripping her chest, he brought her in close and held her there. "I love you. I NEED you," he moaned. 

His breath caught in throat; it was like the orgasm snuck up on him. Helplessly spilling as he held her body tight to his. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Coleen purred. "That's a good boy. I love it when I make you cum too quickly. It shows how little you can control yourself around me." She gently pulled herself off of his cock and turned around to straddle him. She placed a single finger under his chin and guided him in for a kiss. "I make you feel good, don't I, darling?" 

"Yes..." He moaned. He felt his own cum dripping out of her and onto his exposed thigh. 

"And you wanna make me feel good, don't you?" She asked, placing both hands behind his head and taking hold. 

"Yes...?" 

"I knew you would," she replied. Angling his head back, she used him to steady herself as she raised up to a position where her pussy was even with his mouth. "Show me. Show me you can make me feel just as good," she commanded. 

Cole stared up at Coleen with defeated, obedient eyes and took a few slow, hesitant licks of the length of her labia. He'd missed the taste of her. "Come on, I know you're not shy." She forced his face deeper between her legs. "Make up for lost time." 

He closed his eyes, pushed his tongue in deeper and began licking faster. "That's better, baby," Coleen said. "Be good and lick that love button." Without a word, he began focusing his attention on her clit. He was rewarded immediately with sound of her moaning. She took one hand away from his head and placed it on the wall behind him to steady herself as the first wave of pleasure hit her. 

"Oh, FUCK YEAH!" she yelled. "MORE. GIVE IT TO ME." Coleen knew Cole hated when she got too loud; he'd had to deal with noise complaints in the past. She just started grinding on his when she thought she felt him try to object. "Everyone is gonna know you're mine. Everyone!" 

Her juices mixed with the drool that ran down his chin. His own filthy cum continued to drip, drip on his thighs. He kept licking. 

Coleen moaned loud enough to be heard through the entire build as a second wave of pleasure crash over her.  Taking this as approval for a job well done, he let himself begin to slow. His whole mouth was starting to ache from the exertion. 

Satisfied with her score of 2-1, she released her grip on him, reached her hand back to grab his shirt, used it to wipe up any cum off her that hadn't already dtipped down on him, and finally collapsed on the couch next her man. Colleen let a few minutes pass where she admired her work. "Come on," she said eventually. "That apology was a start but I won't know you're really sincere until you've taken me out to seal the deal. I'm thinking it's going to take at least a new purse and a nice dinner to show me you mean it. Now, get yourself cleaned up."

Good girls don't think, brains are for boys

Good girls don't think and bounce on their toys

Credit to: Sleepyhead Club

But Pack Your Heart

You Might Need It

Many Such Cases...

It's Me. I'm Such Cases. 💋

Why WHY do I have to be productive when I just wanna be a good girl touching herself to hypno porn all day every day?!?!?!???!!?!!???

Get it Wet

*You* were the one who was worried it wouldn't be wet enough. *I'm* just making sure you're getting what you want. A little lick isn't going to do it; it needs to be SOAKED. Maybe I'll let you back up when it's dripping down. Hurry up, now. The sooner it's saturated, the sooner I take you for a ride.

Come Get Me

You think this is the part where I seduce you, right? I come in with feminine wiles and turn you into a helpless toy? Because you need me to be the initiator. "I'm not *really* into that. She took *advantage* of me." You put up the flimsiest of defenses to give yourself a sense of deniability. A whispered, "no," followed by a whimpered, "wait." All the while praying some part of me goes into your mouth so you don't even need to put in that pathetic effort.

That's not happening. You want me, you're going to put in the work. You're going to tell me all the things you want to do before you do them and then follow through exactly. I'm a damn queen, and if you won't treat me as such, I'll find someone who will.

thinking about being tied and used by tentacles a normal and healthy amount

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Sveta Shubina

I would want My Perception to slide back and forth between the VR and IRL, at their will, being used in both instances. At peak moments of confusion, the Main Operator cuts into My VR Feed with Her IRL POV of Her fucking Me. I see what She is doing, where Her attentions are directed. All the while feeling how I am being used. I am turned on by My Own Objectification. I am further depersonalized the more Her inhibitions drop. They start to pass around the Capture Visor as haphazardly as They pass Me around, entertained at how it breaks My Mind. I experience Them fucking this hot drooling mess of a Doll, while the drooling mess of a Doll is Me.

Cleanse Through Self Corruption

The Tikbalang Bar

CW: DUBIOUS CONSENT, MONSTER

"Yeah, I'm at this dive called the Tik...Taka....Teek..."

"AHHHH!" Matty yelled as his phone was ripped out of his hands. He turned his head to see a bulge pushing through a pair of cutoff jean shorts.  Looking up, he  was able to take in the full figure of the tall, lean woman holding his phone. She brushed the long hair of her green and black Mohawk out of her face, chain bracelets jingling as she scrolled through with exadurated swipes. 

"It's 'Tikbalang,' by the way. The name of this 'dive.' 

It's not even worth explaining to you. What else we got here?" 

Matty knew she'd loom over him even if he wasn't sitting down, even if she didn't have the giant, clomping boots. She leaned over to meet his gaze.

 "Not only did you stay on your fucking phone bitching about your stupid breakup my entire set, you're trash talking the joint? In my favorite booth? Holy shit that's a whole new level of disrespect." Even though she was pointing to his phone, all he could look at was her chest through the neckline of her cut-up T-shirt. "Look at this. Bellyaching about the food, the drinks, MY BAND, everything. Explain this shit." 

"W-wait, you can't ...I didn't... It's not like that!" Matty stammered. 

"Well then," a bump from her wide hips was enough to push the thin-framed Matty over to make room in the booth so she could sit down. "Why don't you explain what it *is* like?" 

"I'm going through a nasty breakup. Just the... the worst and  I was in a bad, a bad mood and,and I didn't mean any disrespect" 

"Didn't mean it?" She wrapped a toned arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. "Thing is it doesn't really matter if you meant it. Not only are you being shitty in general, you're culturally insensitive." 

"Culturally... How? Listen, I don't know what you want me to s-say or do. I don't know about the bar. I don't even know what a Tikbalang is, I just want to g-go." 

"You don't know? I'm not surprised." She sneered and gripped him tight before bringing her lips to his ear. "How about a first hand lesson?" The breath against ear got hotter.  Matty felt her grip get tighter. It seemed like her arms were getting longer too. He struggled, but it was no use. He heard fabric stretching. Her chest and shoulders expanded until they stained against the once baggy T-shirt. Even her thighs were pressing more and more against him. 

"What are you d-doing? What's hap-pening?" 

"Dammit, can you do anything other than stammer? You think you can blow me off without having to answer for it? No ... you're just going to blow me." 

She gripped his head with one enlarged hand and, with no visible effort, lowered him until he was on his knees under the booth and his face pressed to her shorts. He could hear the fibers ripping as her thighs continued to expand. He reached out to try to push against her still-expanding thighs. In his struggle, his hands got caught in her fishnets then locked in place as the expansion continued. But her thighs weren't all that was expanding. He could see, could feel,  her bulge growing until the denim was so tight to his face he could count the individual threads. 

Her other hand reached to her shorts and dexterously undid her button and zipper. 

As her thick cock throbbed free. Matty's heart raced. Captivated by the sheer scale of it. He felt his own, less impressive cock give a twitch. However; his arousal gave way to dread when we realized the discrepancy between his throat and her still-growing member.  "People will...people will see,"  he cried. 

"What kind of place do you think you're in?" She sneered. "This is a 'filthy dive bar,' and *you* happened to pick the booth in the dark corner. Nobody is going to notice. And even if they do, they won't care that the headliner is getting head." 

His face pressed to her thigh, Matty couldn't even move his head back to take in the full size of her. He just saw it getting longer and thicker. More length than he had seen before. More than he imagined was possible. 

"W...wait." he protested "WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!" 

"Don't worry. I'll keep talking," she assured him. 

"NO, REALLY I CAN'T mnphffmn." 

She pressed his open lips to the side of her shaft. All his protesterations rendered incoherent as her girth filled his mouth to both corners. 

"Now *there's* some music," she taunted sliding his head up and down the length of her. 

"Shit, yeah! Play that thing like a harmonica you little slut!" 

He did try to pull away, but the impossibly strong grip of her inhuman arms was so much more than he could fight. Pleading, no, pleasing was all he could do. To his horror, he could feel himself starting to enjoy it. 

"I've got an idea." She said in a rough, hungry voice. "Would you like to hear it?" Her grip on his head tightened and shook it up and down her shaft to mimic a nodding motion.  "That's great. I knew you would." Sliding his mouth all the way up her full length, and leveled him out with just enough of the flared tip to fill his lips. 

It was the first time he had been able to take her in since her transformation. Tight abdominal muscles were directly in front of his eyes. Following those upward, his vision was quickly dominated  by her new, massive, heaving breasts. He couldn't clearly make out anything past them. It had to be a trick of the shoddy lights, the smoke, the rattling his head took. The silhouette of her head was an almost... equine profile. Tilted upward in triumph, all that stood out were a single large, gleaming eye and an enormous, toothy grin. 

"I'm gonna make you an offer. One musician to another," she said. "I'm gonna ask you ONE question. You get it right, I not only let you go, I let you titfuck these beauties." She finished ripping her T-shirt and began groping her exposed chest for emphasis. "You get that question wrong, I IMPALE that tight throat of yours. Seems like a pretty good deal, right?" 

Eyes wide, Matty nodded gently of his own accord. His lips ever so slightly teasing her tip as he did so.

She released him just enough that he could speak but kept his quivering bottom lip pressed to her girth. With a shake of her hair she asked him, "What... is the name of my band? It was on the drum set, on posters, on the sign out front." That large head crept closer to him, eye still fixed.  "What is the name?" 

She watched Matty's eyes widen with terror and realization. He'd been too absorbed with his phone, too involved with his own self-pity to pay attention to anything else. His eyes darted desperately in every direction. He stained against her grip. "Ah, ah, ah. No peeking," she teased with a wag of her finger. "Time's running out. Tick tock. Tick Tock. Tick. Tick.' 

Realization started to break through the horror on his face. "Oh, OH it was Tikba-oghhh!"

Every thought, panicked or hopeful, was forced out of his mind when her full force collided with the back of his throat. 

"That's the bar's name, bitch. Nice try though. No, the band's name is, Maaswang Pekpek. Which is so fucking funny right now but your ignorant, monolingual ass wouldn't get it, UGH!" 

Thrashing, moaning, all completely useless against the woman, the beast, that had so completely dominated him. All he could do is watch as her heavy breasts bounced in time with his head, breathe in the primal scent of her, Feel every vein and pulse along his tongue. 

His  muffled protestation dropped off. All the panic had become so completely overwhelming that it had shut down his mind almost entirely. His mouth, of its own accord, accepted her. Matty's lips curled tighter around her shaft as he began salivating for her. The sight of her triumphant grin gave him a warped sense of satisfaction. All the noise of his anxiety silenced as his body accepted her. 

"Yeah, that's right." She whispered. "I knew you'd be a good boy."  Her grip at the back of his head tightened to let him just savor her throbbing cock. 

Matty's muscles began relaxing and was, ironically,  what he needed for one of his hands to slip free of her tangled tights.  But thoughts of further struggle were fucked out of his mind faster than they could creep in. He felt his freed hand into the waistband of his pants. He could feel he was reduced to a vessel for pleasure. His body ached for pleasure. He began stroking. 

"That's right, you like being my filthy face fuck," she said, her breath getting heavier. "Can't have you cumming before me though!" 

She pushed his head even further down her cock, causing an audible gagging sound. Every buck of her hips forcing her just a bit deeper down his throat.  Tears started to form in Matty's eyes as he stared up in adoration. The pathetic expression just made her so much more excited to fuck even harder.

"Just my nerdy, little fleshlight," she panted. "Got me so close!" 

She was humping his head with so much force he couldn't even see or think at all anymore. He just knew he needed to keep going. 

She gripped his hair and held herself in his throat. Her whole body tensed. For one moment she kept herself on the edge to look into the pleading eyes of her latest conquest. 

Her head whipped back as she erupted. She gasped in ecstacy as all of her frustrations poured out. 

Matty thought he had drowned. Every space in his mouth and throat was flooded with cum as she mercilessly pumped more and more into him. It forced its way down his throat and out of his mouth. He couldn't breathe. He didn't care. He loved the taste. He loved the feeling of flowing into his stomach. He couldn't stop stroking himself; such complete submission giving him a euphoria he'd never known before. 

Steadily, the flow decreased. Her member began to soften and retract. Her whole body began to slowly reverse its beastly transformation. Once she had reduced enough mass to fit, she zipped her shorts back up and did her best to fix the remains of her shirt. She got up from the booth to admire her handywork. "Just an empty-eyed, cum-covered, hand jumper," she said with a sneer. 

"Thank... you," was all Matty could force through his aching throat and the coating of cum. 

"Finally taught you some fucking manners," she laughed. Can't stick around to give you another lesson, though. Big after party. I'd invite you but, it's going to be too upscale for someone who touches themselves while giving head on the floor of some dirty-ass bar." 

She turned to talk away. The clomping sound of her boots almost completely drowning out the whimpers of her latest groupie finally finishing himself. 

Living Latex

CW: DUBIOUS CONSENT, VORE

Mara knew she should be paying more attention to the petite divorcee she was railing, but goddamn... her reflection in that window overlooking the cityscape was majestic. It should be. All the workouts, the hormones, the surgeries, were on full display as part of that neon skyline.

"Statuesque," was her word of choice for her tall, toned physique. Of course this cute little cougar was inviting her back to her room in no time flat.

Mara couldn't remember her name, but she remembered how she stood out among the younger singles in the hotel bar with her slightly-too-big designer sweater, revenge-haircut, exotic perfume, and the way her sweet smile reached all the way to those crowsfeet. All of which came together to make her such an endearing target.

Now that sweater was on the floor, next to Mara's favorite latex dress. The one so tight it showed off every curve, every muscle, outline of her favorite "asset." The sight of it twitching was all it took to make this little snack's face light up. She rushed to Mara's side as quickly as she could in heels that were clearly much higher than she was used to. She clung close to Mara, afraid to say what she wanted too loud, she whispered her long neglected desires. "I Want your body." She whispered. Her voice even started to tremble when she asked, "c-can you p-please put... it... InmyAss."

But somehow, none of this enticed Mara as much as this woman's perfume. Spicy and sweet, Mara wanted nothing more than to get lost in it.

A feeling that only grew in the enclosed elevator ride up while she clung to the toned muscles of Mara's arm.

Now this cougar cutie was all Mara's. The tightest, softest hole she ever fucked along with the most perfect view she could imagine. It was a high. Everything it took to get here had been worth it.

Mara could tell that wonderful scent was getting stronger too and it only excited her even more.

When had she applied more? It didn't matter. The smell didn't matter. The fact she was getting lightheaded didn't matter. The fuzziness in her vision didn't matter. ONLY the culmination of her efforts mattered.

Mara looked down to admire her prize. The affluent, older woman who... whose spine was... unzipping? No. It had to be drinks. Maybe she was spiked? That would explain the way her back was splitting down the middle as teeth that formed her spine disconnected. NO. It had to be drugs. This wasn't real. The pleasure she felt was real. She needed to keep fucking that tight asshole.

"That's right, honey." She cooed. "Keep going for me. Everything is right as it should be." The sweet words made sense to Mara. Even as the rip widened to reveal a soft, shiny, rippling purple flesh within. The smell was coming from inside her. It was stronger than ever, making her uncontrollably aroused and undeniably disoriented in equal measure.

"Wait," Mara panted. "What did you do?" She pulled back but that hole has tightened around her throbbing Girldick. She couldn't separate.

"Don't stop now," she said. "We're both so close to getting what we came here for." The teeth that lined the panels of her separated skin began to shake. Purple tendrils began pushing outward from under some of the teeth. Soon, dripping tentacles, each tipped with their own claw danced in front of Mara's distorted vision. Mara didn't even see the ones snaking their way behind her to give her a push.

Mara lost her balance and fell forward, hands instinctively extending in front of her to break her fall. Which they did. Her hands collided with the warm, moist, inviting flesh and became stuck in to the wrists almost instantly.

"That's perfect, honey. That's exactly what I needed," the woman said. She adjusted her position so her arms to line up Mara's hands. "Right there."

Mara's attempts to free herself only seemed to pull her in deeper as she was quickly stuck almost to the elbows. The woman couldn't help but smile as she watched the outlines of Mara's writhing fingers slide down her arms until they reached her hands. There, the woman's flesh stretched as both sets of hands began to line up and Mara felt like she was slipping into some kind of nightmarish rubber.

"Mmmm, a perfect fit," the woman said, flexing her and Mara's fingers in unison. "You said at the bar you're going to 'fill me.' Oh, you didn't know how right you were."

"Stop!" Mara panted. She tried to rip her arms free but a strange, almost pleasant numbness had set in where she had been absorbed.

"You love it though," she sneered. "If you didn't, I wouldn't feel that beautiful cock twitching inside me." It was true. In spite of the horror, Mara she was achingly hard. But the numbness had claimed that too. She was trapped, throbbing on the edge of climax but completely unable to cum.

"You loved that tight dress," she continued. "Just think of it like you're slipping into something even more formfittng. Something we'll both enjoy immensely." Mara couldn't look back to see it, but she heard the a wet ripping sound of the woman's legs opening. She felt endrils pushing both pairs of legs together until they were trapped like her arms. Her muscles rendered useless by whatever numbing effect this monster's body created.

As repulsed as she was, Mara couldn't help but savor the way the supple flesh traveled up her thighs and over her ass, hugging all of her delicious curves. Mara kept thrusting. Whether to escape or to finally cum, she wasn't sure.

"Time for those tits!" The tips of the tendrils grazed Mara's back before pressing her torso into the fleshy maw. The creature watched with excitement as her humble chest ballooned as Mara's surgically enhanced breasts became hers. The beautiful way her tits filled and stretched arousing her so acutely that Mara began to feel it as well. It was getting harder to tell where woman ended and monster began.

"Please," Mara pleaded. Her voice was aching with pain of utter defeat and desire. "I just want this end!" Even Mara herself could not say for certain if she wanted to break free or completely submit to this full-body embrace.

"What a coincidence," she's responded, the back of her head opening. "That's what I want too." The creature threw her neck and head back, engulfing all that remained of Mara. But they hadn't lined up correctly, she could feel it. She looked into the same window reflection Mara had and been so enamoured with. All of her wrinkles had vanished since the body of the larger, younger woman had stretched her skin. And under that stretched skin, the outline of Mara's face pressed against the inside of her cheek. It shook and mounthed muted cries from muffled lips. She brought their hand to her cheek to trace those lips.

"Soon, my sweet. Very soon. We'll both get what we need." The creature's eyes followed her reflection down, down to her new, massive, throbbing cock.

"Let's finish this." She smiled. With one hand, she began stroking, the sensation shared between both of them. The other hand continued to caress the silently screaming lips. She understood why Mara couldn't look away from the reflection. The power, the beauty, the conquest, all elevating this experience beyond anything the creature had known before. Mara felt it too. Could feel all the pride her captor felt. Could feel all the stimulation she desperately craved.

"Mine, all MINE," she exclaimed to the skyline. She savoured every stroke.

"The beauty, MINE. The power, MINE. EVERYTHING...IS... MINE!" The final exclamation sent her over the edge. Both experienced the orgasmic force for themselves and the other. Mara a surge of pleasure through every inch of her body. The pressure so great it sent a jet of sticky cum splashing into the window.

The woman watched as the flow of their seed slowed, and along with it, Mara's heartbeat. Softer. Softer. Softer. Slowly, Mara's body rhythms synced with her own. They became her own. Gently, she pressed the outline of Mara's face and turned her neck so they lined up completely.

"See?" She took one last, long look at herself. "I told you it would be over soon." The creature reached to the floor, tossed aside the sweater, and grabbed the dress that now fit her like a glove. Going through her lover's abandoned purse, she found the money and ID. "Mara? That's a pretty name. I may as well take that too." High heels on, she gracefully strode to the door. There was no time to waste. She could release her captive... eventually... if she chose. But not before the two of them had plenty of fun. Who could resist a body like hers?

Just a fun thing I came up with while working on something new.

Logging in just to share this cool spiral generator!

Don’t use it for anything naughty! You should send your spirals to me so I can check and make sure you’re being responsible…

Extra points for audio! Easy as a youtube link (wink 😉)

(I like them fast and flashy and heavy on the subliminals)

Ok back to being a good girl who doesn’t goon all day to being hypnotized…ughh Um ok byyee!🌀😵‍💫

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The Tikbalang Bar

CW: DUBIOUS CONSENT, MONSTER

"Yeah, I'm at this dive called the Tik...Taka....Teek..."

"AHHHH!" Matty yelled as his phone was ripped out of his hands. He turned his head to see a bulge pushing through a pair of cutoff jean shorts.  Looking up, he  was able to take in the full figure of the tall, lean woman holding his phone. She brushed the long hair of her green and black Mohawk out of her face, chain bracelets jingling as she scrolled through with exadurated swipes. 

"It's 'Tikbalang,' by the way. The name of this 'dive.' 

It's not even worth explaining to you. What else we got here?" 

Matty knew she'd loom over him even if he wasn't sitting down, even if she didn't have the giant, clomping boots. She leaned over to meet his gaze.

 "Not only did you stay on your fucking phone bitching about your stupid breakup my entire set, you're trash talking the joint? In my favorite booth? Holy shit that's a whole new level of disrespect." Even though she was pointing to his phone, all he could look at was her chest through the neckline of her cut-up T-shirt. "Look at this. Bellyaching about the food, the drinks, MY BAND, everything. Explain this shit." 

"W-wait, you can't ...I didn't... It's not like that!" Matty stammered. 

"Well then," a bump from her wide hips was enough to push the thin-framed Matty over to make room in the booth so she could sit down. "Why don't you explain what it *is* like?" 

"I'm going through a nasty breakup. Just the... the worst and  I was in a bad, a bad mood and,and I didn't mean any disrespect" 

"Didn't mean it?" She wrapped a toned arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. "Thing is it doesn't really matter if you meant it. Not only are you being shitty in general, you're culturally insensitive." 

"Culturally... How? Listen, I don't know what you want me to s-say or do. I don't know about the bar. I don't even know what a Tikbalang is, I just want to g-go." 

"You don't know? I'm not surprised." She sneered and gripped him tight before bringing her lips to his ear. "How about a first hand lesson?" The breath against ear got hotter.  Matty felt her grip get tighter. It seemed like her arms were getting longer too. He struggled, but it was no use. He heard fabric stretching. Her chest and shoulders expanded until they stained against the once baggy T-shirt. Even her thighs were pressing more and more against him. 

"What are you d-doing? What's hap-pening?" 

"Dammit, can you do anything other than stammer? You think you can blow me off without having to answer for it? No ... you're just going to blow me." 

She gripped his head with one enlarged hand and, with no visible effort, lowered him until he was on his knees under the booth and his face pressed to her shorts. He could hear the fibers ripping as her thighs continued to expand. He reached out to try to push against her still-expanding thighs. In his struggle, his hands got caught in her fishnets then locked in place as the expansion continued. But her thighs weren't all that was expanding. He could see, could feel,  her bulge growing until the denim was so tight to his face he could count the individual threads. 

Her other hand reached to her shorts and dexterously undid her button and zipper. 

As her thick cock throbbed free. Matty's heart raced. Captivated by the sheer scale of it. He felt his own, less impressive cock give a twitch. However; his arousal gave way to dread when we realized the discrepancy between his throat and her still-growing member.  "People will...people will see,"  he cried. 

"What kind of place do you think you're in?" She sneered. "This is a 'filthy dive bar,' and *you* happened to pick the booth in the dark corner. Nobody is going to notice. And even if they do, they won't care that the headliner is getting head." 

His face pressed to her thigh, Matty couldn't even move his head back to take in the full size of her. He just saw it getting longer and thicker. More length than he had seen before. More than he imagined was possible. 

"W...wait." he protested "WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!" 

"Don't worry. I'll keep talking," she assured him. 

"NO, REALLY I CAN'T mnphffmn." 

She pressed his open lips to the side of her shaft. All his protesterations rendered incoherent as her girth filled his mouth to both corners. 

"Now *there's* some music," she taunted sliding his head up and down the length of her. 

"Shit, yeah! Play that thing like a harmonica you little slut!" 

He did try to pull away, but the impossibly strong grip of her inhuman arms was so much more than he could fight. Pleading, no, pleasing was all he could do. To his horror, he could feel himself starting to enjoy it. 

"I've got an idea." She said in a rough, hungry voice. "Would you like to hear it?" Her grip on his head tightened and shook it up and down her shaft to mimic a nodding motion.  "That's great. I knew you would." Sliding his mouth all the way up her full length, and leveled him out with just enough of the flared tip to fill his lips. 

It was the first time he had been able to take her in since her transformation. Tight abdominal muscles were directly in front of his eyes. Following those upward, his vision was quickly dominated  by her new, massive, heaving breasts. He couldn't clearly make out anything past them. It had to be a trick of the shoddy lights, the smoke, the rattling his head took. The silhouette of her head was an almost... equine profile. Tilted upward in triumph, all that stood out were a single large, gleaming eye and an enormous, toothy grin. 

"I'm gonna make you an offer. One musician to another," she said. "I'm gonna ask you ONE question. You get it right, I not only let you go, I let you titfuck these beauties." She finished ripping her T-shirt and began groping her exposed chest for emphasis. "You get that question wrong, I IMPALE that tight throat of yours. Seems like a pretty good deal, right?" 

Eyes wide, Matty nodded gently of his own accord. His lips ever so slightly teasing her tip as he did so.

She released him just enough that he could speak but kept his quivering bottom lip pressed to her girth. With a shake of her hair she asked him, "What... is the name of my band? It was on the drum set, on posters, on the sign out front." That large head crept closer to him, eye still fixed.  "What is the name?" 

She watched Matty's eyes widen with terror and realization. He'd been too absorbed with his phone, too involved with his own self-pity to pay attention to anything else. His eyes darted desperately in every direction. He stained against her grip. "Ah, ah, ah. No peeking," she teased with a wag of her finger. "Time's running out. Tick tock. Tick Tock. Tick. Tick.' 

Realization started to break through the horror on his face. "Oh, OH it was Tikba-oghhh!"

Every thought, panicked or hopeful, was forced out of his mind when her full force collided with the back of his throat. 

"That's the bar's name, bitch. Nice try though. No, the band's name is, Maaswang Pekpek. Which is so fucking funny right now but your ignorant, monolingual ass wouldn't get it, UGH!" 

Thrashing, moaning, all completely useless against the woman, the beast, that had so completely dominated him. All he could do is watch as her heavy breasts bounced in time with his head, breathe in the primal scent of her, Feel every vein and pulse along his tongue. 

His  muffled protestation dropped off. All the panic had become so completely overwhelming that it had shut down his mind almost entirely. His mouth, of its own accord, accepted her. Matty's lips curled tighter around her shaft as he began salivating for her. The sight of her triumphant grin gave him a warped sense of satisfaction. All the noise of his anxiety silenced as his body accepted her. 

"Yeah, that's right." She whispered. "I knew you'd be a good boy."  Her grip at the back of his head tightened to let him just savor her throbbing cock. 

Matty's muscles began relaxing and was, ironically,  what he needed for one of his hands to slip free of her tangled tights.  But thoughts of further struggle were fucked out of his mind faster than they could creep in. He felt his freed hand into the waistband of his pants. He could feel he was reduced to a vessel for pleasure. His body ached for pleasure. He began stroking. 

"That's right, you like being my filthy face fuck," she said, her breath getting heavier. "Can't have you cumming before me though!" 

She pushed his head even further down her cock, causing an audible gagging sound. Every buck of her hips forcing her just a bit deeper down his throat.  Tears started to form in Matty's eyes as he stared up in adoration. The pathetic expression just made her so much more excited to fuck even harder.

"Just my nerdy, little fleshlight," she panted. "Got me so close!" 

She was humping his head with so much force he couldn't even see or think at all anymore. He just knew he needed to keep going. 

She gripped his hair and held herself in his throat. Her whole body tensed. For one moment she kept herself on the edge to look into the pleading eyes of her latest conquest. 

Her head whipped back as she erupted. She gasped in ecstacy as all of her frustrations poured out. 

Matty thought he had drowned. Every space in his mouth and throat was flooded with cum as she mercilessly pumped more and more into him. It forced its way down his throat and out of his mouth. He couldn't breathe. He didn't care. He loved the taste. He loved the feeling of flowing into his stomach. He couldn't stop stroking himself; such complete submission giving him a euphoria he'd never known before. 

Steadily, the flow decreased. Her member began to soften and retract. Her whole body began to slowly reverse its beastly transformation. Once she had reduced enough mass to fit, she zipped her shorts back up and did her best to fix the remains of her shirt. She got up from the booth to admire her handywork. "Just an empty-eyed, cum-covered, hand jumper," she said with a sneer. 

"Thank... you," was all Matty could force through his aching throat and the coating of cum. 

"Finally taught you some fucking manners," she laughed. Can't stick around to give you another lesson, though. Big after party. I'd invite you but, it's going to be too upscale for someone who touches themselves while giving head on the floor of some dirty-ass bar." 

She turned to talk away. The clomping sound of her boots almost completely drowning out the whimpers of her latest groupie finally finishing himself. 

Living Latex

CW: DUBIOUS CONSENT, VORE

Mara knew she should be paying more attention to the petite divorcee she was railing, but goddamn... her reflection in that window overlooking the cityscape was majestic. It should be. All the workouts, the hormones, the surgeries, were on full display as part of that neon skyline.

"Statuesque," was her word of choice for her tall, toned physique. Of course this cute little cougar was inviting her back to her room in no time flat.

Mara couldn't remember her name, but she remembered how she stood out among the younger singles in the hotel bar with her slightly-too-big designer sweater, revenge-haircut, exotic perfume, and the way her sweet smile reached all the way to those crowsfeet. All of which came together to make her such an endearing target.

Now that sweater was on the floor, next to Mara's favorite latex dress. The one so tight it showed off every curve, every muscle, outline of her favorite "asset." The sight of it twitching was all it took to make this little snack's face light up. She rushed to Mara's side as quickly as she could in heels that were clearly much higher than she was used to. She clung close to Mara, afraid to say what she wanted too loud, she whispered her long neglected desires. "I Want your body." She whispered. Her voice even started to tremble when she asked, "c-can you p-please put... it... InmyAss."

But somehow, none of this enticed Mara as much as this woman's perfume. Spicy and sweet, Mara wanted nothing more than to get lost in it.

A feeling that only grew in the enclosed elevator ride up while she clung to the toned muscles of Mara's arm.

Now this cougar cutie was all Mara's. The tightest, softest hole she ever fucked along with the most perfect view she could imagine. It was a high. Everything it took to get here had been worth it.

Mara could tell that wonderful scent was getting stronger too and it only excited her even more.

When had she applied more? It didn't matter. The smell didn't matter. The fact she was getting lightheaded didn't matter. The fuzziness in her vision didn't matter. ONLY the culmination of her efforts mattered.

Mara looked down to admire her prize. The affluent, older woman who... whose spine was... unzipping? No. It had to be drinks. Maybe she was spiked? That would explain the way her back was splitting down the middle as teeth that formed her spine disconnected. NO. It had to be drugs. This wasn't real. The pleasure she felt was real. She needed to keep fucking that tight asshole.

"That's right, honey." She cooed. "Keep going for me. Everything is right as it should be." The sweet words made sense to Mara. Even as the rip widened to reveal a soft, shiny, rippling purple flesh within. The smell was coming from inside her. It was stronger than ever, making her uncontrollably aroused and undeniably disoriented in equal measure.

"Wait," Mara panted. "What did you do?" She pulled back but that hole has tightened around her throbbing Girldick. She couldn't separate.

"Don't stop now," she said. "We're both so close to getting what we came here for." The teeth that lined the panels of her separated skin began to shake. Purple tendrils began pushing outward from under some of the teeth. Soon, dripping tentacles, each tipped with their own claw danced in front of Mara's distorted vision. Mara didn't even see the ones snaking their way behind her to give her a push.

Mara lost her balance and fell forward, hands instinctively extending in front of her to break her fall. Which they did. Her hands collided with the warm, moist, inviting flesh and became stuck in to the wrists almost instantly.

"That's perfect, honey. That's exactly what I needed," the woman said. She adjusted her position so her arms to line up Mara's hands. "Right there."

Mara's attempts to free herself only seemed to pull her in deeper as she was quickly stuck almost to the elbows. The woman couldn't help but smile as she watched the outlines of Mara's writhing fingers slide down her arms until they reached her hands. There, the woman's flesh stretched as both sets of hands began to line up and Mara felt like she was slipping into some kind of nightmarish rubber.

"Mmmm, a perfect fit," the woman said, flexing her and Mara's fingers in unison. "You said at the bar you're going to 'fill me.' Oh, you didn't know how right you were."

"Stop!" Mara panted. She tried to rip her arms free but a strange, almost pleasant numbness had set in where she had been absorbed.

"You love it though," she sneered. "If you didn't, I wouldn't feel that beautiful cock twitching inside me." It was true. In spite of the horror, Mara she was achingly hard. But the numbness had claimed that too. She was trapped, throbbing on the edge of climax but completely unable to cum.

"You loved that tight dress," she continued. "Just think of it like you're slipping into something even more formfittng. Something we'll both enjoy immensely." Mara couldn't look back to see it, but she heard the a wet ripping sound of the woman's legs opening. She felt endrils pushing both pairs of legs together until they were trapped like her arms. Her muscles rendered useless by whatever numbing effect this monster's body created.

As repulsed as she was, Mara couldn't help but savor the way the supple flesh traveled up her thighs and over her ass, hugging all of her delicious curves. Mara kept thrusting. Whether to escape or to finally cum, she wasn't sure.

"Time for those tits!" The tips of the tendrils grazed Mara's back before pressing her torso into the fleshy maw. The creature watched with excitement as her humble chest ballooned as Mara's surgically enhanced breasts became hers. The beautiful way her tits filled and stretched arousing her so acutely that Mara began to feel it as well. It was getting harder to tell where woman ended and monster began.

"Please," Mara pleaded. Her voice was aching with pain of utter defeat and desire. "I just want this end!" Even Mara herself could not say for certain if she wanted to break free or completely submit to this full-body embrace.

"What a coincidence," she's responded, the back of her head opening. "That's what I want too." The creature threw her neck and head back, engulfing all that remained of Mara. But they hadn't lined up correctly, she could feel it. She looked into the same window reflection Mara had and been so enamoured with. All of her wrinkles had vanished since the body of the larger, younger woman had stretched her skin. And under that stretched skin, the outline of Mara's face pressed against the inside of her cheek. It shook and mounthed muted cries from muffled lips. She brought their hand to her cheek to trace those lips.

"Soon, my sweet. Very soon. We'll both get what we need." The creature's eyes followed her reflection down, down to her new, massive, throbbing cock.

"Let's finish this." She smiled. With one hand, she began stroking, the sensation shared between both of them. The other hand continued to caress the silently screaming lips. She understood why Mara couldn't look away from the reflection. The power, the beauty, the conquest, all elevating this experience beyond anything the creature had known before. Mara felt it too. Could feel all the pride her captor felt. Could feel all the stimulation she desperately craved.

"Mine, all MINE," she exclaimed to the skyline. She savoured every stroke.

"The beauty, MINE. The power, MINE. EVERYTHING...IS... MINE!" The final exclamation sent her over the edge. Both experienced the orgasmic force for themselves and the other. Mara a surge of pleasure through every inch of her body. The pressure so great it sent a jet of sticky cum splashing into the window.

The woman watched as the flow of their seed slowed, and along with it, Mara's heartbeat. Softer. Softer. Softer. Slowly, Mara's body rhythms synced with her own. They became her own. Gently, she pressed the outline of Mara's face and turned her neck so they lined up completely.

"See?" She took one last, long look at herself. "I told you it would be over soon." The creature reached to the floor, tossed aside the sweater, and grabbed the dress that now fit her like a glove. Going through her lover's abandoned purse, she found the money and ID. "Mara? That's a pretty name. I may as well take that too." High heels on, she gracefully strode to the door. There was no time to waste. She could release her captive... eventually... if she chose. But not before the two of them had plenty of fun. Who could resist a body like hers?