Fuck yes—that idea made my cock rocket from zero to rock-hard in a second.
The runt would be just a tiny, sexy little wiggling bulge trapped against the curve of that massive gut inside the singlet. Hours of horny grinding under the behemoth’s full, brutal weight, and that pathetic little lump would flatten into nothing—crushed to mush, completely smoothed out, pancaked, and destroyed.
All for our sadistic thrill.
I stomp my boots down right beside the runt—BOOM—and the puny bitch shits himself. I plow my monstrous body on him in a schoolboy pin, my favorite hold since I was a kid… now, at my crushing weight, it’s pure sadistic ecstasy. Go on—try to get up from under me, you fucking runt.
I will pin this post.
The images shown here are digital fantasy; Ox Bastion does not exist as an actual man. These are morphs from real images.
The man behind this account is a bodybuilder. I think of Ox as a character to play. Larger than life, and an inspiration for my goals.
@fat_g00ner69 I am nothing but the space you fill, and my only breath is the air you spare. Your hunger is my master, your weight is my world, and your expansion is my only purpose. I have no will but your whim, no joy but your fullness, and no life outside the shadow of your