With a sound like tearing wet tissue paper, her hole wrecked itself around the tip of your cock, audibly popping itself tightly around the rim of your head like a hand gripping a knotted rope.
For the first time since you’d started trying to work yourself inside her, she was silent; Only a strained gurgle of disbelief rattling in her throat as her insides were squashed and repositioned in all the right ways.
You were silent too. It took a full second for it all to sink in, then years of sexual frustration reared up out of the calmness like Godzilla and compelled you to smash her until every inch of your oversized cock could bathe in the unbelievable warm, tight silk of her cunt.
You looked down, captivated by her jiucy arse cheeks bouncing. Her soaked pussy lips sucked and slathered the tip of your oversized cock like a suckerfish grazing on a rock, all the while her tight hole failed to stretch around you. As frustrating as it was, it was certainly very stimulating. The averagely sized girl huffed and grunted in a sweaty rage while she continued to back herself up in vein; it was adorable, if a bit concerning, to watch her try and take you.
“You don’t need to try so hard, it feels great just like this”
“Good for you! I, however-“ She interrupted herself with a little grunt, failing to impale herself with a weighty push, “I need that cock- Nggh!, I need it in me!”
It was, despite common opinion, not a good time being the owner of a huge dick. You always had to be careful selecting trousers, shorts where a complete no-go, most women immediately froze in terror upon seeing it and most of the rest would give up quickly. Pickings were already slim as condoms big enough to fit you just didn’t exist, finding someone so eager to take a raw log of cock inside them was as rare as comfortable underwear so, despite her goblin-esque sexual demeanour, you did your very best to enjoy as much of this as you could.
“Oh!” The tip of your dick landed just right against her hole, both you and her gasped in excitement as she slowly backed up and you sunk slightly deeper between her folds… before audibly popping out again “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”
She was getting red in the face, it was adorable. “Seriously, You’re just too small-”
“LISTEN YOU!”, Her head snapped around to rant at you over her shoulder while she realigned your cock with her tiny hands, “I am not small! I am the average woman size, Okay?!” Your dick was re-nestled between her thighs and buttocks and her pussy once again passionately snogged your cock “ And my PUSSY can fit a BABY through it, Right! So it can fit your dick!” Something about the way she ranted with that expression of frustrated lust turned you on something wild. As aggressive as it was, being so desperately wanted like this made you almost feel like crying “so quit interrupting and focus!!”
She began wriggling her hips, massaging the tip of cock with her soaked flesh. She really wanted it, she really, actually, wanted you inside her.
“It won’t fit…” You ejected your last words of doubt
“Bloody well MAKE it fit!” She ordered in response
You placed your hands firmly around her waist and felt her body relax, “Mmm, finally…” She purred over her shoulder. As you slowly and forcefully pulled her back, your cock landed just right on her hole once more…
Warning: weird fictional tentacle filled vulva, don't click right unless you want to see that!!
to the mods, the tentacles are part of her, not a creature inside her, okay? she has a carnivorous pussy or something like that, it's not exactly clear, got it? Not stuff in the pussy, that's part of her body, she's fictional and not a real animal, okay? Mermaids are not real! Got it! No post removal! Thank-you :3
Anyway, did you know that anglerfish females are giant compared to the males and that they permanently attach a male to their body to keep them as a personal semen producing organ? There's plenty of fish in the sea, who's to say that if you ever met a mermaid they wouldn't be half anglerfish and make you into their personal semen producing organ? I bet there's more than a few of you out there who would find that idea most exciting, isn't there :3 ?
As for her, honestly I can't think of a better life. they just chill and fish all day while fucking their little toy-boy they keep pinned to their pussy whenever they feel like it, floating carefree in the calm and peaceful darkness. Perfection.
Of and disclaimer, this isn't my design. I drew it but it's inspired by a doll I got in blind box, one of the Mermaid Chuchu Series if you're interested :3
I'm feeling good today! It's a rare occurrence so I must make the most of it;
I have my bed tent, it keeps both mosquitoes and shadow men away I got myself referred to the mental health services and I got a really nice autistic case manager who didn't make me want to burst into flames! I successfully auditioned for a voice acting role, fulfilling a childhood dream! I got a nice big cum done inside my pussy hole last night!
It's a high! It's kicked me right out of my miserable depressed badness I've had for the last... shit, I don't remember when I last felt like this. I've been neglecting a lot of my work, as you've probably noticed. I really am so grateful to all of you who still stick around patiently waiting and supporting me when I randomly disappear, you're all amazing and I love you so much.
I hope every-one of you can wake up and feel good and positive about life too
5”3, curvy, F4M, looking for a guy who’s into neck-holding, BDSM and hardcore breeding. Must be clean, dick picks welcomed
You thought it was too good to be true when she replied your message, even more so when she agreed to hook up almost right away, so when you pulled up outside the KFC where you’d agreed to find her and saw the girl from the pictures standing there, you could hardly believe it.
You stopped to grab some chicken for a first date of sorts; it was hard to focus much on conversation. You were too busy planning all the ways you would tie her up and breed her little curvy body later. She certainly asked some strange questions though; “have you ever experimented with your backdoor?”, “What volume of objects do you think you could comfortably store in your bowels?”, “have you ever been sedated and were there any complications?”, but any girl with kinks like hers was bound to be a strange one.
You barely resisted the constant temptation to push her against the nearest wall and shove a hand around her throat and another up that dress before making it back to your car. She asked you if you’d like to come to her house, which you absolutely did. Amazing! Just one short drive and you’d be fucking a load of raw cum into this little tart, you followed her directions with a stiff cock wedged down your trouser leg and practically dragged her into her home.
…
Tightly bound in warm, slimy tendrils, the edges of your vision went blurry as your heart struggled to pump past the vice-like grip her fingers had around your neck. Another lump bulged its way along her ovipositor and slipped now effortlessly inside you, rolling over your prostate and pushing you once again to orgasm. Her grip loosened and the sudden rush to your head made the pleasure explosive, you gushed what felt like gallons of cum into the pulsating, milking organ which relentlessly slurped and gobbled your cock.
“You’re looking quite full now” She commented, almost lovingly caressing your bulging stomach, “I struggle to believe you’ve not done anything like this before, I fit so many eggs inside you”
Honestly, you had indeed lied about experimenting with your backdoor in the past, you just didn’t feel comfortable disclosing that at the time, you’d have come clean about it but the tentacle in your throat made that impossible. All you could do was look at her longingly and beg for more with your eyes.
She got the message, the tentacle in your throat pulled out just enough to blast its thick, naughty tasting goo onto your desperate tongue then plunged back down your neck hole to fuck it. The sucker around your cock pumped it back to life and her thick ovipositor fucked the clutch of eggs deeper inside you.
“I’m sure there’s room for a few more”, her fingers tightened again, “I think you were made for this”
To the horror of a now deeply buried part of you, you agreed with her.
“No” she answered, tightening the relentlessly gyrating thighs which gripped your helpless cock as punishment for your persistant pleading. “Not until you awnser the question”
You wailed in frustrated misery while the rhythmic edging continued. Every moment that your cock was held between those soft, slippery, pillow-y legs robbed you another IQ point. How long had it been now? An hour? A day? 5 minutes? Time was a blurry fuzz which slipped away like cum down a sinkhole every time her plush arse bounced against your hips.
“I’ll ask again, What is the transformation matrix for a rotation around the y axis of a 3D basis? Come on, I know you know it” She was slightly out of breath, she had been for as long as you could remember now. The slight current of short breath was an odd mix with the tone of a strict teacher, every word or hers felt like she was scolding you for being so stupid. “We JUST went over it”
You’d been edged for too long. Your cock was screaming and throbbing, oversensitive and overwhelmed, practically spraying pre-cum each time her thighs pumped it. Your bloated balls ached and sagged with a heavy longing to be emptied. This reward based revision session had quickly turned into a terrible, inescapable trap. Like an ant in a pitcher plant, your hopes of answering the question and being allowed to cum seemed more and more futile; You could barely remember your name by now, what was she even asking you?
Sounding quite like a zombie, you began to chant an awnser from somewhere in your overwhelmed mind,
“Cos theta… zero … Sin Theta…”
“Good! there we go! Don’t stop” her words were encouraging but the tone of her voice was patronising, she sped up her hip grinding, as if to try and distract you.
“ Zero … one … zero…”
“Oh, you’re so close, so close, what a clever boy” Her voice became hushed and sultry, teasing, mocking, her hips bucked faster still, you could feel your orgasm swelling inside you, your prostate aching as it swole with fluid, your mind went cloudy like your very soul was being dragged to your groin ready to be shot out of your cock.
“Sin…. Theta …..nnggmhhh…. Zero ….. ahhhh …. COS THETA!” As the last words left your mouth, You practically screamed them in anticipation of your climax… a climax which was ripped away by the sudden stop of her thighs and a tightly gripped hand around the base of your cock.
“Close, but incorrect”
You cried pathetically. A few moments later she was slowly pumping her soft, wet legs again, your cock evermore swollen, your balls evermore aching and your mind evermore forgetful. “Let’s try that again shall we? I promise you, I won’t stop until you get it right.”
The very moment my cunt was exposed it was stretched around two of his fat fingers. Between the possessive grip around my flank and the assertive rhythm of fingers preparing me like a chicken ready for stuffing, the best I could manage was to keep quiet while my twat leaked like an overripe fruit.
A silly bet, if he could turn me on in less than a minute then he could do what he wanted with me.
10 seconds in and I’d already lost; the fingers inside me felt like they were slipping into my brain, making me stupider with every wriggling poke, my body turned feverish and shaky, my naked skin prickled, my nipples turned hard, moans swole in my throat, my pussy begged for something bigger, my body screamed for his raw cock.
It wasn’t fair, I wasn’t expecting him to be so… so assertive. I said “okay, try it”, expecting an attempt at flirting, not to be stripped naked on the spot and treated like, like…
“YOU SLUT”
Those words hurt, how dare he? A woman cannot control the way her body responds, just because every inch of my being wanted him to throw me down and fuck the life out of me right then and there after a few seconds of degrading treatment, it didn’t make me a slut. Just because those words made my legs buckle and my pussy juice splatter, my eye’s roll back and my throat groan with longing pleasure, that didn’t make me a slut either. And just because-
“You’re soaked!”
The thing that broke me wasn’t him making me aware of how aroused I was, but that I could hear the the tone of genuine surprise in his voice. It felt good to give up the charade, I let my tongue roll out and begged him to fuck me like the slut I clearly was.
A fully grown woman should NOT own so many stuffed animals, at least a normal fully grown woman shouldn’t, which left you facing the reality that the woman who just invited you to her home for casual sex was not a normal one. She was one of /them/.
She was probably going to start calling you ‘Daddy” any second now, you thought to yourself. A fairly common kink but not one you possessed; no, fucking a girl while she whimpered, cuddled a teddy bear and referred to you as a patriarchal figure just felt a bit wrong to you. Still, sex is sex, you continued to think, whilst the woman whose name you’d already forgotten stalked over to the pile of plush animals then turned to dress you over her shoulder.
“Do you like my Friends?” She asked
“Um, yes, They’re very good” You awkwardly replied, feeling quite put on the spot
“Interesting. How did you decide so quickly? They haven’t decided if they like you yet. You only just got here, after all”
Oh Good, you thought, letting out a slight sigh of relief. It wasn’t a kink at all, she was just insane or something. Crazy girls were always exciting in bed, all you had to do was navigate this weird situation without getting stabbed or something like that, easy!
“Uh, well, I just… you know, I trust my gut. They seem nice”
“That’s foolish” The bluntness of her reply surprised you, you didn’t know what to say. “Giving strangers the benefit of the doubt, taking a warm smile as proof of trustworthiness, that makes you easy prey”
“Well, I don’t jus-“
“Sit with them” She commanded you suddenly and you obeyed, sitting down amongst the menagerie of stuffed animals like a little boy being instructed by a ferm teacher. She knelt before you, softly running a hand up your thigh before grabbing a toy snake from the pile and presenting it to you.
“This is Goodwin. He has committed no less than three homicides. Three. If I wasn’t here right now he would already be tightly wrapped around your neck trying to make it four. Does that seem nice to you?” You’d expect to see pure wild insanity in the eyes of someone talking like this, but her face was as tranquil as the gently flowing river. Half of you even believed her. “In fact, all these friends are terrible, terrible people. That’s why they are here.” She picked up a soft hand puppet of a badger and slowly slid her hand into the pocket. Perhaps you were going mad but you could have worn that its little glass eyes curled in violation. “I’m trying to fix them, you see, they sleep with me and I show them all what it’s like to be powerless, what it’s like to be-“ her soft thighs pressed tightly together, crushing a stuffed elephant toy which seemed to softly struggle in despair “… someone’s plaything”
You flicked your eyes up to meet her piercing stare, for the moment your eye’s locked you felt utterly exposed. You had to look away, your heart started beating faster, you noticed a bead of sweat running down your face. Did she know?
“Yes. I know”
Dread and panic. You had to get out of there.
“I need to leave now” You tried to sound polite and as casual as you could but your shaking voice betrayed you. Regardless, you pushed yourself up with your arms then stood on legs which crumpled like pillows and set the rest of you crashing back down into the pile of Friends. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed thrashing your arms out at the woman calmly and ambivalently watching you, just out of reach. “YOU FUCKING CUNT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!?” She and the rest of the room seemed to grow larger while adrenalin fuelled a torrent of impotent but horribly violent threats towards her, no matter how hard you strained to scream your voice just got smaller and softer, the strong and murderous arms you were reaching towards the woman shrunk and grew soft yellow fuzz, then you couldn’t move or speak at all.
Trapped in your body with all your rage, you watched the now giant woman reach a hand down to clasp you around the torso. You dreamt up a million vile acts you would inflict on her as she hoisted you to her face.
“Now, now. Thoughts like that are what got you here, you know”, You chuckled in your plushie bondage as you convinced yourself you’d make her pay, just before she squeezed your soft body. It was like being punched in the stomach by a gorilla. “Such a soft and squishy new friend, here, take a look at yourself”
Before you appeared a mirror, through it you could see an adorable stuffed hippo puppet. It was only when you watched her hand squash the hippo’s head and felt your own head mush like warm jelly that you realised that the hippo was you. The angry thoughts stopped. “I always play extra rough with my new toys” She whispered to the hippo, tickling her fingers round the entrance to it's glove hole. "Let's find out how much you can fit in this pocket"
I'm making another cartoon! I know I only made one before like a year ago and then said I was making another and stopped doing it completely without ever mentioning again shortly after but I'm making this one for sure defiantly for certain!
It's about me getting consensually gang banged in a private toilet, here's some wip to excite you for now. I would write a story to accompany this image like I usually do but this time you will have to wait for the cartoon because I don't want to spoil it too much.
I was going through my old photos and I found these from when I first met TechBoy, this is from before I even started my page! He was so baby-faced and muscles back then, I guess prolonged exposure to my insanity aura has turned him into the hairy wizard he is today. I don't remember taking these, I can only assume that shortly afterwards I used his face as a grinding post for my pussy because even looking at these pictures now puts me in the mood for a face to be my chair.
I'm working on an animation project, I hope to have it done tomorrow but I always underestimate how long these things take. It's about getting gang-banged in a bathroom, sometimes just writing the fantasy isn't enough. I must SEE IT!
You remember reading once that In times of old, town markets would have merchants who sold wards; an enchanted scroll on a neckless, piece of iron on a chain, magical things which would lose their power if they touched the ground. It was oh so very interesting the lengths people would go to just to avoid superstition, invented creatures to blame for all manner of tragedy. It’s always easier to blame an evil creature than to accept that the universe is just random and uncaring; people can understand evil, it has reason at least unlike the latter. Witches and Fae, the belief in their existence, seemed to have all but died out these days. Exterminated like most other British wildlife as the countryside was increasingly tamed; there was no need for a reassuring pentagram on a tiny roll of paper to give a traveler confidence anymore, not that you would have ever bought one.
You spend a moment ruminating on the folly of arrogantly believing the world was simply not that interesting while the vines holding you to the floor tighten.
“Hello” The tiny girl cheerily declares, fluttering down to land on your stomach.
“H-hell-“ You begin to awnser but a thick vine quickly gags you
“Shhh, No mouth noises from you, No need for that, nope, Not any more” All this seems very unfair, she tricked you! You heard a little voice in the brush, lost and scared, they wouldn’t come out until you promised to stay a while with them, which you did. Foolish.
“I see you’re feeling hard done by, wouldn’t expect anything less from one like you”. The vines crept and bunched up under your clothing until they lazily tore off leaving you naked. “Well, well, well” She raises a prickly eyebrow at your already hard member. Stupid bondage fetish.
“This is nice! I like it a lot” She hovers around it, inspecting it from several angles. The rapid beating of her wings fans the tip with annoyingly effective stimulation, “Hmm, now I’m doing a re-thinking…How about you agree to let me play with this?” The question throws you off a bit. This situation seems quite, well extremely perilous; tied up at the mercy of a magical folk-lore is pretty low on the list of “times when it’s appropriate to be horny” yet here you are considering how great it would be if she pole danced on your dong. The vine gagging your mouth loosens and she asks again, firmly, “Will you let me play with your willy?”. She’s terribly dominating for such a tiny creature…God-damn-it what kind of a man would you be if you refused? None at all! What’s the worst that could happen?
“Okay, but you must agree to let me go afterwards”
“Hmmmm, I don’t know about that…I’d be putting myself at quite a loss there but I’m feeling really nice so I’ll think about it”
“Oh, uh, well thank-you for thinking about it I guess” She beams a sharp grin at you’re gratitude
“Well now you owe me now so I’ll accept your deal!”, Before you have a chance to question THAT declaration, the gag re-gags you and she lands on your cock like a koala hugging a tree. Her body is soft, warm and squishy and feels wonderful on your shaft, if only her hair wasn’t so distractingly prickly on the tip of your dick.
“The name’s Thistle, by the way”
Her tiny hand tickles its way up your shaft, lingering forebodingly at the slit of your dick-hole. As the brush around you warps forebodingly upwards and a fine vine descends towards her, It suddenly occurs to you that you never specified at which afterwards she had to let you go.
“Now, about that wrapper you tossed into a bush, I really dislike littering”
I had to check out again, had another little breakdown, oopsie :3 I guess this is just a thing now, I shut down and hide for a week every couple of months; weaving a little cocoon out of my bedsheets like a horribly ill caterpillar and hopefully emerging as a slightly less ill caterpillar shortly after incubating. It’s not enjoyable, I have some really wild experiences in there. Deprived of sensation my brain tends to invent it’s own, putting troubling images into my raw, unblinking eyes.
Though this time, I did have a little break from that. Tech-Boy paid me a visit! And he was very… horny. He’s generally a very considerate and careful lover, he pays close attention to me and keeps the energy at a level I can handle but once in a while he gets a look in his eye like a predator and it’s terribly exciting.
He was like one of those wasps which lays it’s eggs on the chrysalis of unfortunate creatures, the unfortunate creature in this case being myself. Blind and helpless under my sheets, I suddenly felt the crushing weight of his lust pull the sheets tight around me. He straddled the outline of my body on his hands and knees, the sheets gripped me like cling film, a soft and cozy bondage of bedding. My heart raced.
Through the sheets I felt his hands firmly grip and explore my body, so much more aggressively than usual. His sudden grip around my breast was almost painful, his fingers practically burrowing through the duvet to grope my pussy felt almost violating, His hot and panting breath warmed the fabric around my ear, my cocoon was no longer safety but a prison.
This foreplay didn’t last long. He’d landed on me and spent a brief moment to determine if was a suitable vessel; content with what he’d found he wasted no time proceeding to sting me.
With the sheets still tightly wrapped over my upper body, my legs were flung back and open. Cold air slathered my legs and my bum, spit covered fingers primed my pussy and then his cock crashed against my hole. It felt so big, bigger than usual. Thick. The thrill of his unusual aggression made me wet very quickly while he impatiently worked the fat head of his stinger into my tight and grippy hole. I groaned like happy prey as I felt him stretch me to fit him, and I’m not saying that in a flowery sense either, I could feel my flesh stretching little by little until his head could fit through. It was horribly erotic. He practically popped inside me and then all at once I felt every inch of him stab deep and his body press down on me into an intimate pin.
Completely helpless, I could only listen to my own muffled moans. He kept his body tight against me and fucked me deep and frantic. I never felt him pull more than an inch or two back, constant fullness and internal pounding, his head rubbing the entrance to my womb the whole time, until he came deeper inside me than I thought was possible. It was quick, intense. My breath had gotten a little short from trying to gasp through the duvet and I thought it was over yet when I tried to pull the sheet down, he stopped me.
Suddenly I felt his hands grip my ankles and push my legs back so I was bent almost double, then his mouth clamped around my clit and sucked and lapped and devoured it with what I can only describe as mania. I’ve never been eaten out like that before; I felt like I was nothing but his food. I can’t really even put it into words what it was like, maybe the sexual equivalent of a bug wrapped up in web while a spider sucks its insides out. My head fizzed with panicked ecstasy and my cunt overflowed into his hungry mouth until I felt the weight of him pressing down onto of me and his cock sticking deep inside again.
And he fucked me the same as he did the first time, close and hot and grinding. I was hot and sweaty under the sheets, groaning like a whore, Biting and sucking the fabric pulled tight over my face but it didn’t matter because right then I was willingly helpless; a bug who would never become a butterfly. The wasp had found them and they belonged to it now, destined to be used and consumed. He came inside me once again then playfully fingered me while I lay still and limp, any will to move was long fucked away.
I could only feel his fingers stirring the cum inside me and the wet cold patch of bedding under my bum. Slowly I started to pull myself together… just in time for him to climb on top of me again. I revelled in the now familiar pleasure of that deep and crushing fucking, my insides screaming and tensing from the stress of another breeding. He was finished after he pumped the 3rd load inside me. He squeezed under the sheets and we cuddled together until we got hungry and he took me to get Nando’s. He’s so romantic.
Anyway, these pictures have nothing to do with all that but I thought I’d tell you and then I went into too much detail about it all, oops.
I was in bed a couple of days ago, masturbating with my little rabbit vibrator as I often do while trying to sleep. An orgasm generally helps keep the bad thoughts away long enough that I can get to sleep. Usually I don't think about much, I just enjoy the sensation of my clit buzzing, but this time I started to feel a longing in my throat.
I couldn't help but bring one of my hands to my lips; I slipped two fingers into my mouth and licked the taste of my pussy off them. My fingers danced and played their way slowly deeper and deeper to the back of my throat as I sucked and slathered them with spit. I could feel the dim buzzing of my own moaning on my fingertips and they pressed hard on the back of my tongue. My body felt hot and I began to wriggle my legs and buck my hips as if I wasn't the one holding a vibe against myself.
I needed more, I wished so hard in that moment that my face were a free use fuck hole. That I could be a hole in the wall which had endless cocks making use of it. I tilted my head back as far as I could I pressed my lips against the headboard of my bed, imagining that it were the wall of a glory hole. I let my own fingers stroke and grip my outstretched neck, fantasising about it bulging and swelling; I spread my lips wide around an imaginary hole and licked the cold wood wishing for something to fill me.
It wasn't enough. In a mad rush tracked down one of my dildos, a 7 inch cock with a sucker, slapped in onto the head board and resumed my position like nothing happened. I wonder how I must have looked, laying on my back, gyrating my body against my vibe, driving that dildo into my own throat. Was the best orgasm I'd given myself in while.
Sometimes I just want to be bound up like a latex package. Just a formless ball, completely restrained, hidden even. The only evidence that a person is inside being three framed holes; a tight anus, an overflowing pussy and an open mouth with a beckoning tongue. Throw me into a room of horny, unscrupulous men and let my existence become nothing but pounding dicks and oozing cum.
Here’s another blog-y post where I just complain again because I know you all love reading and hearing me complain!
The sun has gone, it’s cold and raining. Just as it should be in English summer-time! Only problem is that my internal happiness generator runs on solar power so I am SAD and glum and even a kitten can’t bring me the expected level of joy ;_;
Bart (I got a kitten BTW) Is doing well, Him and Bonny even did a nose boop this morning so She is warming to him which is great! I hope soon she will return to my bedroom, I miss her. I’m very depressed.
I can’t even bring myself to write something smutty for you, I’m too busy worrying about things way bigger than me and completely out of my control. I’m having eldritch terror, I’m loosing my mind as I visualise machinations so large I am less than an ant to them crashing into the bubble where I have found comfort and smashing it. They wouldn’t even notice me to care, I’m living at the mercy of gigantic beasts which do not know or care that I exist and when ones foot looms over your head it’s impossible to not look up and except how little control you truly have in the grand scheme of things.
So yeah, that’s killing me currently. I wish I was stupid like a cat, Bart doesn't care that he could die suddenly at any moment because the sun decided to explode or something like that. Hopefully I get better soon, it’s only just after things change that you worry, as long as the foot doesn’t MOVE for a while then I’ll probably get used to it and stop thinking about it… Anyway, hope you’re all doing good! JUST KEEP SMILING!! Love you XOXO
I drew this in like 4 hours! I think it's ok, not my best work. Mainly it was a test to see if I could do something quickly. This is my life I guess, speed testing myself drawing a 3 panel anal sex comic.
I'm really in the mood for some dick in my ass for some reason, I should call TB round :3
It’s a feeling that’s difficult to put into words. Obviously there’s the physical sensations; the pressure, the weight, the pressing, the fullness, but those alone cannot really capture the true feelings. They’re more like the bread of a sandwich. Good bread certainly adds to the quality of a sandwich but two slices of bread without any filling is just bread. No, the mental space, the context, the emotions are the flavour and texture, the ham and cheese, the mayo and mustard, the tomatoes and the lettuce in this potentially delicious metaphorical sodomy sandwich.
When a finger first dares to slip deep into the darkness betwixt your cheeks, the context matters. It could be that your heart is already pounding with excitement, that a good while of intimate touching and teasing have led to this moment and that finger squirming to your butt hole is akin to a lover leaning in for a first kiss. Or it could be a violating surprise, like a heretic storming into hallowed ground reserved only for your own, toilet paper clad fingers; a sensation which sends dread and shockwaves of pounding naughtiness throughly your little head.
When your cheeks are spread and the tongue probes and laps and prods and loosens your hole little by little, it could tickle like the affectionate kisses of a passionate lover down your neck slowly growing deeper and wetter and more dirty, or it could feel cold and slimy and disgusting like a worm under your eyelid squirming deeper and deeper into your brain.
When the tip of a lubed cock first presses against against your hole and starts to slowly break it open, it can be akin to truly opening your heart. Finally letting yourself relax around a persons presence. Allowing those guards to drop so they can find out who you are on the inside. Submitting, relief, relax, peace… Or it can feel like you’re desperately trying to hold a door closed as a person 3 times your size tries to barge through, every time they crash against the door you weaken and the gap get larger and larger while you get more panicked and out of breath until finally they slip entirely through the gap where you have no hope of escape.
When they slip deeper and deeper inside you until your guts are filled; It can be like the gentle warmth of a good meal. Over-eaten, fully stuffed, content and sleepy and satisfying. A soft and naughty pressure in your deepest parts that wiggles all the right parts like riding down the slope of a rollercoaster. An embrace of an act which is entirely rude and sexually depraved and amazing. Or it can feel like shit. Like the hardest and most constipating turd of all time un-excreting itself back inside you. Like a complete violation of your body and soul, painful and tearing and terribly naughty.
And when you are fucked, smashed, when the hole is open and the piston rams you, well by then it’s hard to really remember but I swear it’s really great.
was doing a bit more drawing practice because I couldn’t get out of bed today it kinda makes some of the badness go away when I draw. I don’t even know if it makes me feel any better but it definitely makes the time pass faster than just staring at the dead mosquito on my ceiling.
Anyway.
I thought, seeing as how I like to draw rude things, that I could do with a little focus on the girl’s groin, the female’s folds, the woman’s wallet, the ladies… labia. The PUSSY. Gotta get it nice and plump and smooth looking to meet the viewers expectations of female anatomy.
I’ll resist the urge to go off on a small rant about how the labia comes in all shapes and sizes and that the societal standard of a smooth and puffy outer labia with a tidy inner labia is not fair at all. How there’s this idea that having a large inner labia is a sign of being “worn out” which is ridiculously wrong; I mean, look at me, I have been very abused and mine is by most accounts very nice looking. There’s nothing we as women can do to change the appearance of our vulvas outside of cosmetic surgery, not even giving birth is likely to leave any lasting visual impact. A BABY comes out that hole, does anyone really think that a little dick is going to do anything to something so durable? I guess I ranted after all, oops.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, drawing fanny.
So I got on google images, googled “FAT JUICY PUSSY” and drew a few of them, focusing on getting them nice and juicy looking; By my standards at least I defiantly succeeded, “DAMN THOSE SOME TASTY LOOKING PUSSY” I thought to myself, my tummy grumbling. I don’t often get a lust for girl bits; I’ve experimented in the past and definitely enjoy the softness and scents of the odd lady here and there, girl goo is really quite yummy when you’re in the mood for it, but I consider myself to be predominantly a penis enjoyer. Still, looking hungrily at the renditions of muff I had created, I decided to change the colours to make them more fruity. Then I lost the plot entirely and made a fucking advertising poster for a fictional girl-cum fruit drink.
Personally, I think the ‘Apple Smash” would be my choice for a hot summer’s lesbian guzzling, let me know your pick :3
I think I need to sleep more, I’m coming up with some weird ideas lately.
I indulged myself a bit this week, kinda. I’m not exactly sure why or how but the creative furnace is burning hot inside me and I think the drawings I have forged in its fires are well above my usual capability. So, naturally, I spent hours upon hours making what can really only be described as an elaborate shit-post this week.
I envisioned this piece in its entirety before I started; like how the master artists of old were struck with visions of wonders they had to create in their dreams, this came to me similarly. A detailed and intricately drawn portrait, the best work I can manage, overshadowed by the confusing presence of the 90s BBC children’s television character “BRUM”, topped off with a crudely added message of perseverance in the face of adversity. I cannot explain why this happened as I do not know even myself.
And so, I had to make it happen. I put in more effort than I have ever put into a drawing before into this random shit that no-one asked for. I could have done something sexy or something funny, something beautiful or just otherwise accessible in any way, but instead I drew something which is really only funny to me because I made it and I shared it.
Still, I think I’ve crossed some kind of thresh-hold in terms of the quality of my drawing lately. I confess that I do usually show all my friend my works in progress. In the past he’s always been so encouraging; “OH WOW THAT’S CRAZY” or “OH GOSH You’re so good, this is great! I love ‘X’, ‘Y’ and ‘Z’”, etc. That’s been great, I like being told I’m doing a good job as I am still a little girl in my head and Daddy’s approval makes me feel happy. This time though, he was like, “Yeah. Good.” which isn’t good enough and made me feel like a bad girl doing bad job and now Daddy doesn’t love me anymore and the world is ENDING. This is, of course, ridiculous; I am an adult woman and shouldn’t need constant validation to do things I like doing. But is is a fact about myself that I have to overcome, it’s also a complete Segway from what the subject of this paragraph was supposed to be when I started writing it.
So with this drawing, I’m looking at it thinking that it’s the most impressive drawing I’ve ever done but the feedback I got was really muted and unenthusiastic. I feel like I’m going insane, is there some giant flaw I’m not seeing? Am I being gaslit? I ask again for clarification and it’s just, “It’s really good, I can’t see any problems with it” :\
What does this mean?!?!? Someone explain to me please
I really like hula-hoops, they’re a reliable safe food for my fragile autistic self to eat whenever times are hard. It’s hard to put into words just how much I like them. Well, they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here is an at-least 2000 word essay on how much I like hula-hoops.
This is a bit of a more personal thing, which feels weird to say considering I post very personal things like my naked body and such, still I kinda feel like this is even more personal than that stuff.
If you enjoy my TikTok’s/Reels, you probably know I have a real issue with the wind. I don’t know exactly how much my dislike for it comes across; do I sound like a funny clown complaining about a completely expected outdoor phenomena, or is it apparent just how badly it gets inside my head and ruins the experience of being outside?
I like being outside, well, I want to be outside. I love the fresh air, the smells of flowers and cut grass. I love how the air is seasoned by the nearby ocean, I love the sun on my skin and the colour of the sky. If only that were all there was outside my door.
It sounds pathetic, hating the wind. I always worry someone is going to call me silly for complaining about it, no reasonable person would go outside and expect the elements to cater to them. Truthfully, I don’t expect the wind to leave me alone, I know moving air is a fact of the outdoors, that’s why I go outside regardless. It doesn’t change the fact that when the air moves around me, ruffles my hair, chills my skin under my clothing, It makes me feel violated.
No matter how I try to think about it, the wind feels like a predator. Some malevolent presence hiding outside my door, waiting so it can touch and harass me when I dare to leave the safety of my room. It will patiently linger, still in the sky, letting the branches in the trees and the leafs on the floor rest peacefully to fool me that it’s not there when I look out my window. It will watch me from a distance like a stalker while I leave my home and wander, holding itself back with practiced restraint until I’m far enough away from safety that it can jump on me, and then it will. Far from home, just as I feel safe, the wind will slip its cold hands through the fabric of my clothing and grope me. An invisible pest who takes great pleasure in inflicting itself on my helpless body. That’s how it feels to me. I know the wind has no intentions like that, it can’t plot or plan, but my body and my brain feel this way regardless.
It’s been a long time since I brought it up, but I was the the victim of sexual abuse for most my life. When the wind runs over me, I am just put back there in a way which is surreal and painful. A light breeze feels like an unwelcome hand caressing my breasts. A gust is a savage hand gripping my hair to tug me to the floor. Gales are an oppressive crowd I can’t escape from and I am a little girl whose clothes are being torn off and exposed and I am helpless and scared. I know, logically, this is not real. But it is real.
I don’t want to be touched, I don’t want to be seen. Do you know why I spend so much time in that grave-yard? It’s not because I’m a quirky weirdo who’s made that her thing, it is because it is one of the few places nearby with few people and shelter from the wind and I go there because I can be outside and feel safe there. I wan’t to go to other places but I just can’t manage it right now.
I wish I wasn’t like this. Facing it is supposed to help but I don’t think it has. The other day I went out to make a video and the wind blew my skirt right up in-front of a man. He saw it, he looked straight up my skirt and saw my panties, it was truly the worst possible thing that could happen. I only want to be seen like that on my own terms.
That’s probably why I like to explore scenarios like this through drawing and writing about them. Even if I depict a horrible scenario happening to myself, I am the one in control of it. Everything that happens in something I create is safe, it’s fantasy. I wouldn’t want any of this to happen in real life, I guess I’m just trying to take possession of the times when I had no control and lost possession of myself.
That’s why, when I think about what could have happened if that man had lost control and become the wind in that moment, if he’d decided that seeing my panties was enough consent to throw me down and take me right there in the empty street or lead me away fawning to take his time with me, it’s a relief in a fucked up kinda way. I’m still in control and I’m owning what is probably the worst possible way it could have gone.
Anyway, I think I’ve kinda lost the point of what I was trying to say, I hate the wind.
Yet another blustery day, what a bastard. I swear, it never used to be like this. Maybe I just didn’t notice the wind so much back then but these days it just seemed like there was never a break from it. Oh well, at least it gave me an excuse to head home. Shambling down the road, I began to regret my choice of outfit that morning. The air was still and warm when I got dressed, perfect skirt weather. Now it was cold and markedly un-still, perfectly terrible skirt weather. Still, I suffered exceptionally well most the way home. Yes, it happened to be on the road just outside my home when things took a turn.
Walking towards me was a most unusual sight. A rare encounter with a kilt wearing male.
Sometimes I wonder why women wear skirts. Women do not have lumps in the pants which, by all accounts, get hot and uncomfortable in tight spaces. We are perfectly comfortable in trousers while penis owners seem to constantly have to nudge and adjust their balls and cock. Surely the freedom and coolness of a skirt would be more suited to those parts? I even researched it; turns out, like pointed shoes, fashion decided we must all suffer and made skirts into a gendered option not so long ago.
With my tangent concluded, I wearily continued towards the skirt-wearing stranger trying my best to be unnoticed. Fate had other plans. With only a few steps between us, a cruel gust of wind blew upwards under our skirts and turned us both into involuntary flashers.
The shame of it, time stopped as my skirt lifted. My brain panicked, desperately reaching for any memory or experience which could save me from the impending exposure of my extremities. “Why, oh why, did I go with-out panties today?”, I thought. In hindsight I could have simply held my skirt down with my hands but, well I didn’t think of that at the time, I was too distracted by the view of the kilted strangers massive cock. In that frozen moment we each stood staring into the crotch of the other; an intimate shared experience of embarrassment, everything laid bare, a mirrored skirt-wearing moment.
The wind returned our modestly and we both stood awkwardly in the street.
“I usually have to do a lot more than that to see a mans cock” I said. He recoiled in embarrassment. “It’s alright love, I don’t mind a free show”
The poor man looked downright uncomfortable, his hands anxiously gripped the hem of his kilt. I smirked and continued, “Can I get a smile as well?”
He didn’t know where to look, poor thing. His face blushed red but I’d seen the goods and now I wanted them. “Don’t be embarrassed, you looked good with your skirt up” I took a step towards him, eyes wild with bad intent “You could be a good boy and let me get a better look, hmm?” I placed a hand on his shoulder and firmly led him towards an alley I figured would be secluded enough.
“Uhh, umm… I…” He mumbled as I led him “Come on now, I’m just having a bit of fun, don’t be so frigid” “…Okay”, I could practically hear his heart pounding as we arrived in the alley and we were both fully assured at each others complete consent for what was to come. “Good Boy, now just stand there for me”
I slid my hand up his kilt and seized his wonderful cock, caressing and exploring its shape. I watched his face intently while I groped him, enjoying his turbulent expressions. His cock was mine now, he was letting me have it and I grinned as it hardened in my hand.
“See, I knew you’d enjoy it” I teased, wanking his cock just to drive home how his body had responded, “I bet you fantasise about this all the time, don’t you?”. He shamefully nodded in response to my question, I felt the tip of his cock moisten with pre-cum and I couldn’t hold back any more.
Suddenly breathing heavily, I hitched up my own skirt while practically climbing up his body; clumsy and frantic, desperate, I had to have him, he crouched under my weight and I greedily swallowed his pretty cock into my cunt. I rode him as fast as I wanted, he was just an object to pleasure myself with, and pleasure myself I did. Riding fast and furious from the get go, pressing him into all the right places, I was so excited by the whole situation that I came in only a few moments, gripping his head tightly and staring at his face, saving his expression as he felt my pussy throb and slobber girl-cum around his cock.
Satisfied, I dismounted him. His still hard cock popped, frustrated, out of my pussy hole, “Thanks for that, you liked that didn’t you? Didn’t you?”
“Yes” He replied “Good, see you later then” And I left him to head home as if nothing had happened.
The scent of stale incense haunted the aura of the girl you pulled into the alleyway. You probably should’ve been put off at that point, it never ends happily with women like that, still you were so cold by that point and so desperate that there was no space in your head to do anything but grab the opportunity that walked by.
She was predictably shocked and overwhelmed to be suddenly in there with you. Startled at you completely naked before her, surprised at your aggressive stripping of her clothing, blown away by being shoved to her knees before your cock. All just what you’d wanted. Being utterly in control of the situation, it was enough to get the heart pumping hard enough to make your cock to swell for her, despite how cold you’d gotten standing naked in an alleyway for the better part of an hour.
You excitedly watched her face as your dick rose in front of it, anxiously anticipating the change in her expression as her shock changed to what would no doubt be dread when she realised the situation she was in.
She looked up in a smirk.
“Umm, Wow…”
What was happening? This was not how this was supposed to be going.
“You know, if you want to do this sort of thing you really need to have, like, an actual penis. This is just embarrassing” She poked the tip with a finger and laughed at it. “ I think it actually somehow managed to get SMALLER after it got hard, how is that even possible. Forget about being a grower or a show-er, you’ve got a shrinker worth hiding!”
You try to stick up for yourself, “I-it’s cold out here! The cold made it smaller…”
“Mmmm, I don’t think so. This is all really sad honestly. When you pulled me in here, I was expecting to get completely destroyed! The only thing you could wreck with this is your own self-confidence, what a joke. I can’t stop looking at it because I can’t believe someone like you with a ‘dick’ like this would have the nerve to dare show it to anyone, let alone a woman he’d pulled off the street. You must be an idiot!”
You try to rally yourself and take control of the situation bock, “ Shut up and suck it you bit-“
“Suck what?!” She guffaws, you’ve never heard a guffaw in real life before. It hurts your feelings. “ I think I have some tweezers in my bag, I could try beating it with those but even then I’m not sure”
She stands up and gets dressed, laughing to herself while you stand watching utterly befuddled. “ Oh, and you stink too, try washing from time to time”
Hello! I realised that my last few posts were kinda doom and gloom me being very ill and then I just didn't post for week, I hope no-one was worrying that I was dead or something because I can totaly see how it could have looked like that.
No, I am still alive unfortunately. Feeling way better, the antibiotics did their work and healed me :( but on the bright side the universe threw me a bone and gifted a full week of sun and light breezes. I did my very best to enjoy it but consequently neglected my page so sorry about that.
Yet, as the universe give'ith, the universe take'ith. A mosquito came in the night and deflowered my nose. I look like a clown or maybe a tumblr comic character from the mid 2010s. The nasty little Culicoidea stalked around my home, waiting for the dark to fall and the lights in my room to vanish. This was the signal, I was asleep, vulnerable. It creeped to my open window and sunk though the crack silent as a cat. No doubt it lurched over me as I slept, salivating while planning exactly which way to take me while I lay a-slumber.
Then the nasty creature struck and it was upon me. I lay helpless under its feet while it stroked itself ready, getting the penetrating appendage properly prepared to puncture my pretty little proboscis, before it rammed itself as deep as it could inside me and gobbled greedily without any consideration for me or my enjoyment.
The creature left me when it was done, discarding me like the wrapper of a chocolate bar. I was left itchy and 5 milligrams lighter. I do not know if I will every recover mentally from this violation of my person.
Hey! I'm starting to feel better! Woo!
I started writing and drawing this stuff while I was really ill, which is why it's kinda rushed and shitty, it's finished now but I swear I did take my antibiotics all by myself like a good girl! Anyway, enjoy? I don't know where I was when I wrote this but boy it was somewhere I don't want to go back to.
Love you XOXO
EROTIA "Pneumania"
“Make Me”
Usually you’d be excited by those words. A perfectly clear request for some rough treatment, a coded consent for some kinky adult sex play. She loved to put up a fight and you loved to fuck to fight out of her, a perfect match.
Today, however, those words seemed highly inappropriate. Alice had pneumonia; struggling to breathe, pale and sickly, voice crackly and weak, body clammy and frail. With a defeated sigh and a hand against your face, you tried reasoning once more,
“Alice, you need to take your amoxicillin, if you don’t you’re going to get worse. Please”
“NO-“ Her squeaky refusal was chased out her mouth by a violent coughing fit.
“Come on, you’re not well! I can’t ‘make you’ do anything right now. You’re too weak for that-“
“YOU’RE TOO WEAK”
You knew exactly what she was doing. Why she was doing it, that one eluded you. Genuinely she had no business doing anything more exerting than lying in bed so why was she goading you so hard?
“Look, Al-“
“If I’m so weak why can’t you make me, hmm?”
Shit, she was starting to get on your nerves. Was this some kind of test or something?
“I Absolutely could make you but-“
“But you’re scared you’ll lose to a girl with pneumonia? Ha weeeaaak-”
“No, I’m not sc-“
“Weeeeaaaaaak baaabyy booooy”
Alice’s hot breath rasped pleasantly around your finger while you pinched then pulled her tongue out her mouth. Her sunken eyes stared up obediently at you while you placed the medicine into her mouth, then assertively slid it up her tongue with two fingers until you felt her wet throat quivering around them.
“Swallow” You commanded but her throat remained stubbornly in place around your fingers, “Swallow!” You barked once again, but the little brat just stared back uncooperatively. Fine.
You withdrew your fingers and pulled her head to side of the bed, effortlessly dragging her dead weight. “Time to take your fucking medicine” You grumbled, lovingly pressing the tip of your rage boner between her lips. It briefly crossed your mind that throat-fucking a person who’s suffering with low body oxygen may be a little much, briefly, then you grabbed the back of her head and rammed it forward till her lips kissed your groin and her throat bulged.
“Who’s weak?! Huh? Who’s weak?!”
You taunt her as you fuck her face. Why she have to do this? Why she have to make you do this? Fuck, her throat was so tight! She not resisting at all, you just fucked her mouth with all the power of your hurt ego as the room echoed *plap* *plap* *plap* between rattly breaths.
You felt your orgasm swelling and with a final, spiteful thrust you filled her neck with cum, then withdrew to fill her mouth too. She rolled back over, her chest heaving frantically as she desperately tried to catch her breath through restricted nostrils. Alice’s mouth was like a cup filled to the brim with the gloopy proof that you were, in fact, stronger than a girl with pneumonia.
“Swallow” You commanded one last time, and she did. Post orgasm clarity hit you as you watched her throat gulp down the mouthful of cum. Shit, that was way too far…
“Errm, Sorry, are you ok?”
Alice nodded weakly, too short of breath to speak. “I, err, I’m gonna go buy you some ice cream now, okay? Cool, I’ll be back soon”
You left the room in a hurry, you swear you heard the weak sound of a pill being spat into a hand behind you.
Obviously you didn’t go far enough.
Hey… so I got pneumonia… turns out that cold I had wasn’t a cold it was a chest infection. And it also turns out that it was a bad one and I should have seen a doctor weeks ago but I didn’t because I would rather perish than see a doctor I guess.
I did cave in when I realised I was getting breathless, luckily it wasn’t BAD pneumonia so I didn’t have to stay in the hospital, by body oxygenation was 92% so I got sent home with two different antibiotics. Sorry I’m not writing with my usual wit and enthusiasm but I feel kinda shitty right now. As if to mock me, the sun has come out while I am too ill to enjoy the outside. I am cursed. Cursed to make bad choices always.
Anyway, hopefully I will be fixed by all these medicines and everything will be ok and back to the usual level of misery. Just hanging on because I have to. I wish I wasn’t alone.
Love you all, XOXO
Another blog-y post. If you’ve been watching my shorts you have probably noticed I sound like gravely shit, I am still sick. It just won’t go away. I made myself get back to work because I need to and shit but it’s about as enjoyable as eating rocks.
I tell ya, I’m getting awfully close to considering thinking about possibly seeing a doctor!
I went out today, I saw the sun shining and thought “ I should go for a walk, just for me” . So out I went like a lamb to the slaughter. I had been fooled! It wasn’t warm and sunny, it was cold and windy and the clouds sprung their ambush the moment I was far enough away from home to considered heading back early. The bitter, biting wind blew straight through me, poisoning me with horrid cold! I couldn’t get warm after that, I’m like a old lady now, snuggling into bed shivering against a hot water bottle in mid spring :(
In other news, I made a new friend! Her name is Carol and she’s very pretty but also very sad. I empathise with her quite a bit but, honestly, she does creep me out quite a lot. I invited her round and I don’t really know how to get her to leave, she mainly just stares at the ceiling in silence and I don’t want to leave her because that would be rude but also I’m a bit restless just sitting with her in silence. I also don’t have it in me to tell her she’s outstaying her welcome so I just have to wait until she decides to leave on her own… ahhhh
Anyway, love you
Hello my lovely fans. It’s been a while since my last one of these but I’m super ill so I’m doing another blog post! WHAT A TREAT :3
But yeah, I decided I should take a week off because I was feeling a bit burnt out again, the fact I was in the midst of the worst shark time I can remember was defiantly a contributing factor. I’m getting much better at letting myself do that which is probably a good sign.
But alas, I am ill with a bad, bad cold. Have been the last week. Honestly, whenever I get a bad cold now I just assume it’s covid, especially when it’s got weird side effect like this one defiantly has done. I won’t go into any detail because they are gross but they are defiantly not usual cold symptoms, anyway no-one care about covid anymore, it’s become just another bug that goes around, isn’t that weird?
I had a great time reading all your naughty comments, more than a few good times actually. Some of you are very imaginative :3 I haven’t seen gotten through all of them yet, when my illness goes away I promise to lay in bed and scroll through them all with a vibe pressed against my clit in gratitude :3 They actually kinda inspired me to do some more naughty writing myself, it’s been a while since I did a longer story… If you have any scenarios to suggest I would love to read them. Please reference my butt and pussy for your own inspirational needs.
Love you XOXO
It's shark time for me, It used to be shark week but I have something going on with my ovaries or something because now every month is like playing the hormone lottery featuring such wonderful prizes as: Water retention, bad skin, unending stomach cramps, very horny, migraines, the urge to eat whole uncooked potatoes, randomly fainting, sleeping for 18 hours but not really, and my personal favourite crying hysterically about literally everything. These prizes last anywhere from 3 days to 3 weeks, which is so FUN I LOVE BEING A WOMAN SO MUCH. I have consulted with other uterus owners and they tell me this isn't normal so I'm probably dying or something, oh well.
Anyway, this time I apparently won the horny prize so please consult these pictures and write comments describing sexual acts you'd preform with me so I can read them and masturbate to them. Thank-you in advance :3
LOVE YOU XOXO
If I wear these tights without pants on my vulva bits get all squished out through the mesh. The pressure of my juicy butt is too much, it's like that scene in the walking dead where a hoard is pushing against a wire fence and the ones at the front get crushed through it.
