Variuz

“Like, trick or treat Mister!”

The world had changed so much, it was difficult to tell exactly what I was looking at.

Was this a “little girl” who had been kept in a state of perverse arrested development by her “daddy”? Maybe sent out on Halloween to show off her curves as her favorite cartoon character.

Or was this a “bimbo mommy”? One of the new wave of self stylized post feminists, the ones advocating for slut-pride teaching from childhood. They’d already successfully lobbied to reboot My Little Pony into a Rule34 inspired network hit. I’d seen a couple Disney princess out tonight already, dressed in the offical ‘new and improved’ outfits that only fit the Double-D Plus sizing that was quickly becoming the minimum standard.

I must have been staring too long.

“Het Mister? Are you going to, like, spank me or let me suck your cock?”

“Oh, uhh, yes. Treats at this house tonight.” I mumbled while unzipping my pants.

“Yay!” The cute 'Dora’ exclaimed, bouncing up and down, then dropping to her knees.

It’s so difficult to try and think of an answer to the question.

When it’s so much easier to just giggle, jiggle and smile.

Because when you giggle, jiggle and smile you don’t have to worry about questions. Or answers. Or anything difficult at all.

You just have to

Giggle

Jiggle

And smile.

I'm reblogging this as a reminder about consideration and consent. While we can enjoy the fantasies, it is important to remember the human, and to respect and take care of each other regardless of whoever we are or whatever we are into.

As always - enjoy, follow and reblog.

“You’re such a silly girl.  That never happened.”

“That’s funny … that’s not what you said last week.”

“You don’t seriously believe what you just said, do you?”

Once you have consent, make her question herself for your personal amusement.

After all, she’s just a toy.

Make her silly cunt brain wrap around and over itself, like a captured rat racing in an endless maze.

Make her dance to your words and questions like a helpless puppet on your evil strings.

Mold her mind, sculpt her soul.

And she will...

Looks like all of that rice you've been munching has gone to all the right places. Now bend over and present your fat yellow ass to Me while I call for some friends to help run a train on it.

There is no place for logic with what you crave.

Are you brave enough to join her?

That bleached-blonde hair isn't fooling anyone, by the way; you're still a stupid fucking ape albeit with an identity crisis.

It's a simple dietary choice to swap those noodles you slurp on to a healthy, nutritious dose of White meat and cum.

Your choice could not be simpler.

Better strip and spread your holes, whore, if you don't want to get evicted.