Putting Horns on the E

Just two friends on an uneventful afternoon stroll

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My favourite double take was just how shredded Taka was. I know it’s probably a symptom of the art style but the idea that the ultimate moral compass was ripped was just so bloody funny to me. From that was born the inevitable conclusion that if Taka ever got off his high horse he’d hold his own easily.

Plus seeing a straight laced character go absolutely feral brings me such vicarious joy; Kiyondo Ishida was wasted potential. Also you can pry the bright pink blood from my cold dead hands I LOVE the AESTHETIC - I could not care less about the reasoning for it

A li’l bonus The disastrous internal monologue of two hopeless dorks

plus as some point I figure Naegi has to have developed some sort of survival instinct whenever someone asks for a favour. It never ends well for him

Lube is so annoying to buy when so much is needed to cover my giant shaft and heavy balls so I'll just use your throat to spit shine my fat cock while your cunt gets plenty wet for my bitchbreaker to womb fuck <3

Oh, you don't have a cunt? Well guess you better cover my cock with plenty of spit so when I jack hammer fuck your tight asshole I don't have to deal with your little screams while I turn you into my perfect fleshlight <3

A… silicone scented perfume. You know, one that’d make you smell like a freshly-unboxed sextoy

And… you know… each spritz staying for longer and longer…

And before you know it, the places where you’ve been spritzing it have a strange, delicate sheen to them, as if they were a bit too smooth and delicate. And why do they smell like that? You’ve just showered?

Oh well, you like feeling like a toy, right? You wouldn’t have bought that perfume otherwise. So, you continue spritzing and smelling like a sex toy.

Then, one day, you squeeze your boob as you’re edging to some hot porn and it feels… strange. A bit harder, maybe? Still soft and gropable… just… a little less human? And bigger? And… mnnnff shinier

Well, you’re not stupid, are you? At least not as stupid as you wish you were. You realize what’s going on, what the perfume is doing…

And so, you strip naked, take the whole bottle and spritz yourself head to toe. Then you spread, lay down on your bed and wait for the friend you’ve texted to come and use your increasingly plastic holes.

You feel the plastic spreading, the natural fat in your tits turning into silicone and growing twice as large. So tight, sitting high up your chest unnaturally,even as you’re laying down. So fake… so round and squishable.

Your ass and hips getting filled up, widening to be perfectly grabbable, your lips, your wonderful lips, opening up and filling with the same, soft-yet-unnatural silicone on the inside.

And all of your skin turns shiny and plastic, as desire, sweet lust and desire, overwhelm hunger or thirst, suddenly becoming the only thing on your mind.

You move and writhe and moan, as your new existence as a barely-human sex doll crystalizes and completes, needy, horny, plastic and fake.

A doorbell rings, you jump to your feet, unable to wait on your bed any longer, perhaps surprised at your continued ability to move. You move towards the door, hips swaying and boobs firmly settled in one spot, not jiggling even the tiniest bit.

And as you open the door, the smell of silicone fills your friend’s nose immediately, as they realize just how fuckable and usable you have become. And so they pick you up, silicone being much lighter than flesh after all, and pin you against the wall, as your mind short circuits and turns silicone too.

inspired by my new tits

having 1. more time than you know what to do with 2. being outrageously horny bc you are medically not allowed to cum and 3. being roughly 2% silicone by bodyweight really makes the sexdoll fantasies flourish in my head