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imagine theres a slime monster living in your walls, you only noticed it bcuz sometimes it stays in one spot too long and you need to repaint ceiling due to water damage. you dont really mind, it doesnt leave the wall wet so there's no mold, and you dont have ppl come over often, the ones that do dont question why you have new stains on the ceiling every month.

obviously it likes warm places so its easy to placate during the winter you moved in since you're also cold, so turning the heat up keeps it happy and hiding.

but then the summer comes and it gets too cold from the ac, it finds the bathroom is much warmer when you're taking a shower. slowly with every shower you take it gets more comfortable being in plain sight, moving from in the wall, to the cabinet, to laying the floor, pressed against the outside of the tub. you never notice bcuz of your opaque shower curtain and it always hides when you get out, lingering nearby until the heat and steam finally fade. going back to the attic or the side of the house the sun hits thats only barely warm enough.

then one day you decide to have a self care day and take a bath, you have your laptop set up to watch movies and maybe a little wine to sip on. your slimey house mate coming to hang out but staying hidden since the curtain isn't pulled.

the lights are dim tho so it decides to test how close it can get to the tub without being seen. apparently pretty damn close bcuz you don't notice him until hes perched on the edge of the tub. you're shocked for a moment but don't really care, maybe he's dried out you do keep it kind of cold, you'll turn the ac down a bit when you get out and maybe leave him somewhere to stay warm.

after a couple more movies you decide to get out, not noticing that the slime moved hours ago, and start to drain the tub. you feel something frantically grip your thighs and try to get up but slip a little further in the tub causing it to press again your hole to start away from the drain.

you realize it's probably the slime afraid to go down the drain and reach forward to plug it back up, but having found an escape and being forced even closer it presses into you. you let out a startled moan and try to scramble out, but once you've got your legs out of the water and try to grab the slime, it slips thru your fingers.

and now its found a much warmer place to hide from the cold air, it slithers into you further, you collapse to your knees, and further, your sure itll never come out, and still goes further.

you finish out the summer with your housemate living in you, its normal to you now, it doesnt bother you at all just like living in the house it mostly keeps to itself. your tummy is a little bloated which is fine by you. you always enjoyed having a little fat on you so you arent going to complain about looking a little bigger.

winter comes and the heat is on and you're hiding under a heated blanket and a heating pad for good measure, your so damn cold blooded but all the ways to get comfy in the winter make it better. soft bkankets and warm fires. and one day you notice theres a bit of shifting in you. you dont pay attention to it until it starts moving downward and think about your housemate that moved into you all those months ago. it moves further down until its just barely sticking out of you and hangs out there.

outside you may be warmer now but its enjoying how wet the inside of your body is. but fuck you wish it would move. you feel so full with him just. casually hanging out in you.

i've been hoarding this post for so long and now everyone gets to see it

thinking about a marble statue being possessed by a lustful spirit or something like that, pinning you down easily with cold, rough hands that cut into your skin if you try to fight back too much. empty, expressionless eyes peering into your soul as it rips the clothes off your body. it doesnt mean to be so rough but its hard to have precise motor function when youre made of marble, so when it grabs at your soft, pliable flesh, its all too easy for it to leave bruises behind, making you feel everywhere it touches for several minutes after it moves on to the next tempting spot.

maybe you can watch as the spirit makes its carved cock grow into a monstrous stone dildo that you just know is gonna fucking hurt before it even starts to stretch you open around it. and when it finally does force its way inside you, all you can do is gasp and squirm at the cold, unyielding intrusion. wonder if youd be too shocked to cry at that point, surely it hurts to have something so stiff force its way soo deep inside you, even if your perverted hole is soaked enough that it slides in smoothly. do you think youd hear the creak of its nonexistant joints over your desperate whines? do you think when the spirit cums and is satisfied, itd just... leave the statue just like that, pinning you in place with its morphed cock and heavy hands? while you just writhe there, humiliated by the prying eyes of those who pass by? what do you think people would think of you? that youre some kind of pervert that couldnt help but fuck yourself on this statue? or do you think theyd believe your story, that you just suddenly got pounced on by it? do you think theyd try to help you, or take advantage of your position by jerking off onto the both of you?

much to think about

Late night kinky thoughts let's GOOO!

You know that idea in fantasy or sci fi where there's like portals that allow you to be played with no matter where you or the other person are? Turning a cutie into a fleshlight for someone to jack off into even if they're just walking down the street, feeling themselves getting stretched and filled by someone fucking the portal connected to their holes.

The twist on it I can't help but think about is some cute little thing getting one of those made for a friend or partner to use. As a gift to help them unwind and relax, a little bit of kink play with those they trust. A fresh flightlight attached to their hole. But...when they get home from the store they can't find the package.

They have the receipt, sure. And they swore it was with them on the way back home. But somewhere in that trip it must've fallen out of their bag. Maybe they should retrace their steps to look for it? Check the trains lost and found? Did they leave it at the coffee shop they popped in to?

And then they feel it. Some stranger's tongue tracing their hole. Struggling with that unexpected sensation. Someone found their toy...and theyre using it. They have to find them soon and get it back!

That poor cutie going from rushing around retracing their steps as that damned tongue refuses to stop. To begging the workers on the train and at the coffee shop if they remember anyone with the package as they feel those fingers pushing into them and exploring. To covering their mouth in the bathroom stall struggling to remain sane as that massive cock so much bigger than their friend or partner stretches them to their absolute limit, using who knows how many loads of cum already pumped into them lube to core them out and ruin them. Slowly accepting that this is their fate now, to be a toy for some unknown person to use~