Also like, in were & werewerewire spaces, I'd imagine seeing a knotted Spamton just stuck on and painfully hanging off of somebody knot, full of cum and piss, constantly squirming because it hurts and hating as his pussy gets wetter and wetter but never any closer to dislodging the massive monster of a knot (which I think should have both canine traits [knot] and feline traits [penile spikes, lessening the chances of the dick slipping out, maybe it would even remind Spamton of a FRIEND inside him or something...]) from inside him.
I'd bet he'd keep squirming, and sob even harder when all it does is make the one knotting his pussy horny enough to start grind-fucking even further inside his womb again, except this time, shamefully, Spamton cums. It hurts and he hates it, but he cums. Maybe even a few times, before the werewire does a final piss inside.
(Maybe when the werewere & werewires cum they also discharge electricity magic? Which could be heightened sensation-wise due to the conductivity of their cum and piss? INSIDE SPAMTON?!??)
(Maybe while Spamton gets fucked others can fuck his mouth, piss in his mouth, and force him to hydrate as they all drink diuretic liquids to keep the piss flowing...)
Then when the knot finally deflates? When Spamton heavily drops onto the ground leaking and squirting like a used, overfull condom? If this was a lone actor, he'd just lay there for a while and trying to get the pins and needles feeling and horrid cramps out of his legs so he can crawl home and figure out how tf he's gonna get new clothes, AGAIN.
He'd feeling his pussy gape and his womb bloat painfully but quickly close up and refuse to expell the cum and piss without greater effort and strength than his weak, puppet limbs and body are capable of giving. Meaning that his bladder is pressured further and at an even LOWER holding capacity for a few days until his body absorbs it all... And Spamton still trying to stand and walk, or crawl as his pussy still gapes and flutters agonizingly around nothing (and a glitched Pipis tracker popup flickers at the edge of his vision like a guillotine).
But if this was a Pack of Werewere or werewires? Then he'd drop onto the ground, groaning before his attention is drawn to the sounds of others fighting over who gets to use him next. He'd try to crawl away, to escape, maybe he would, but more often than not it turns out the others are fighting to determine the one who'll fuck him Last (and have the Lasting Claim on him until someone overwrites it), and the next loser werewire has already grabbed his ankle to yank him back.
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