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Nevishi
@Starthestar6
Supreme disuse of account you'll see, TF2 medic main. Minor DNI Snek eastern derg etc I have others but who cares.vore yeah put that there bara and macro 21
Somewhere? Katılım Mart 2019
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@Starthestar6 Oh myy.. I always love seeing pred enjoying prey to the max.. ~W~
I will say 6 💙
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@Starthestar6 Mmmm.. gonna sneak a few sniffs myself ~W~
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Smushed~
YCH done for @Starthestar6
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The cushion was still steaming. Still wafting with thick clouds of musky potent pungency. Your boss had just left. Yet you couldn’t peel your eyes away from where he had sat. The white was slightly grey from the sheer amount of moisture, even reflecting some light due to slime smothering its glossy surface.
Just a single whiff wouldn’t hurt… Just a single…
Ssssnnrr-RRKK-
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Glossy. Gone. A single whiff of that godly stench was MORE than enough to reset you back to factory default. No matter how you shook your head, nor exhaled and tried to blow your nose, you couldn’t get it out. It was practically a part of you now. Permeating within. Marinating the hairs within your nostrils, forever staining them. You couldn’t pull your mind away.
Snnn-GRK! Snnrrrt!
Images flooded your mind, fantasies indescribable but so real. So tanginble… You could see the dark, endless depths his crack… The greasy, congealing beads of moisture and miasma where that donut kissed tail base and taint… The musky mire of ballsweat painting every inch of his fat, scaled, cocksmog coated nuts..
But right before you? On that curdled cushion? The imprint of a donut. An obvious circle where that shitter-stink imprinted itself. You needed it. You craved it. You OBEYED it.
The call of that scent curled around your mind, and without worry, without warning, your body pushed you into that print. Perspiration and pungency overrode every slice of logic left. Such cravings couldn’t be contained…
CLICK!
“Well… This is… Interesting…”
Shock wrang its ugly grasp around your nogin as you tried to stand, but he was faster. His tail wrapped around post of that rolling chair and your neck, pinning you awkwardly in place.
“Did I say you could stand? Stop thinking. The interview doesn’t matter anymore, we’ll have a place for you.”
His tone was so… Firm. It felt like every word weighed you down, pushing you further into the cushion. Like a heel grinding into the back of your head. You tried to sneak a peak at him, but he just burried you further into the seat.
“Chairs don’t speak. If you want to earn the right to be considered something other than an object, I suggest you do your job.”
Suddenly, the back of your head was bathed in such a warm, potent stench. Enough moisture pooled down that it felt like that hole was drooling above you. Hungry… Savouring yourself…
FFRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTT-
Your eyes shot open. That stench was rancid, mind numbing. Your brain functions practically ceased from a single butt belch.
But it didn’t stop there. His hips ground into you, pushing and turning you around until that fat, sloppy hole was curled around your face. It was so fat.. So plump. Every wrinkle had its own environment. A macro texture you didn’t think possible-
SSSHHHHRRRRBBBBRTTTTR-
Not that you could think anymore. Your lord above didn’t say a single word… He didn’t mention you. He didn’t think about you. Did one think about the chair they were sitting on?
“Hnnff… Useless…”
SHHHHBBLLLRRRTTT-
His hole sucked around your face, swampy and sticky. Innevitable. You couldn’t pull away as his ass became your everything. It stole your ability to think… To struggle… To do anything but LOSE. That brain broiling fart flank sucked you in bit by bit. Smothering your existence under his pungent perfection.
Your head…
BLLRRRRBBBRRRRTT-
Your shoulders…
SFFFFRRRRRRPPPLLHHTT-
Your chest, your belly, your waist…
SQLRCH!!
“You make for a better plug than a person.”
Despite his slow speed, the rest of you was sucked in with a single CLENCH. His putrid pungency became permanent. It became purpose. He didn’t care for you anymore, you were just something to fill that hungry, burbling hole. But to you? Your lord was everything…
SSSSSBBBPPPPLLLLAAAAAARRTTTT-
“Fag.”
[ Art by the amazing Genji!! @GenjiiDaDerg_ ]
[ Evil ass snake featured is Theurak! @LogSpewing ]

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@Starthestar6 I very much do. You’ll shed em or something… Probably…
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@Starthestar6 I’m coating you in slightly melted exotic butters
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