Exactly, you get it. I need him to start having wet dreams of time when the other Addisons or whoever coerced sexual favors out of him in exchange for assistance and money and if he EVER insinuates that they raped or otherwise coerced him they can just point out that they DID offer assistance without strings but HE was too Prideful to take their Charity.
Get that dumb puppet to crawl into an abusive Sugar Baby situation STAT.
something something somno on a drugged and passed out Spamton.
finally getting him quiet and still enough to explore him properly. being able to move his limp limbs to your liking, taking advantage of his slack jaw. and later, him waking up confused with an unfamiliar taste in his mouth and bite marks all over his body and something terribly sticky between his legs. imagine his despair when you get too excited and cum inside him.
and last night is a blurā¦ he couldnāt be able figure out who did it even if he triedā¦ itās not like the police would give a disheveled homeless guy the time of day. take a wild guess as to how he knows that ^^
imagine how he might still twitch or jolt from the sensations youre forcing on him as he sleeps.. soo cute.
Awww imagine his dread and fear afterwardsā¦ you could continue to be friends with him afterwards even. Awww imagine getting close enough that he vents to you about this experience <3
GUHā¦ the concept of his body reacting while sleeping is driving me craaazy. maybe his legs would shift open and it might as well be a sweet invitation from him. eating him out and hearing his breathing grow shallow and feeling his hips subtly bucking. maybe heās dreaming about you!
him thinking youāre such a kind-hearted, sweet soul who he can open up to, even while youāve been doing this behind his back the entire time, is so good btwā¦
comforting him and telling him he must be really shaken. youāre so glad he feels secure in your friendship, and youāre so sorry he has to relive it to tell you!! perhaps he should stay over at your place for the night since the dumpster is too exposed to dangerous predators. and then you prey on him the very same night after he falls asleep on your couch ^^
something something somno on a drugged and passed out Spamton.
finally getting him quiet and still enough to explore him properly. being able to move his limp limbs to your liking, taking advantage of his slack jaw. and later, him waking up confused with an unfamiliar taste in his mouth and bite marks all over his body and something terribly sticky between his legs. imagine his despair when you get too excited and cum inside him.
and last night is a blurā¦ he couldnāt be able figure out who did it even if he triedā¦ itās not like the police would give a disheveled homeless guy the time of day. take a wild guess as to how he knows that ^^
the concept of breaking off all of spamton's limbs and fucking him as he begs you to not make him pregnant
breeding him hfff. I could see him already being huffy about how his cheap puppet joints malfunction and come apart sometimes, so it would terrify him to have someone rip them off and knock him upā¦
like. maybe you corner him after heād made the mistake of trying to make a sale to a stranger. a terrible idea in a crime-ridden backstreet like his! it was bound to happen, really. you, stronger than him, dismember him piece by plastic piece like the living doll he is. the thighs and upper arms are heavier, but come off the ball joints with a trail of satisfying pops.
you werenāt sure if this process would be painful, but apparently it is, judging by the yelping and the fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
spamton would be helpless to stop you, although heād certainly try to maintain some dignity and kick at you, or summon attacks that you ignore. as if he has any power in this state. itās a good thing he canāt kick without legs.
you toss the last limb somewhere over your shoulder, careless. heās seething, face scrunched up and ruddy red all over, squirming in place and shouting commands. but it wouldnāt stop you from pushing him against the pavement and observing him from that inaccessible, untouchable part of his pelvis below.
two gaping holes where his thighs should be - you take a moment to admire the mechanical innards, tease your fingers around the hollow rim and take pleasure in his oversensitive shudder, then hook your fingers inside.
so fascinating, so beautiful. sculpted divots on his inner thighs where the sockets are meant to sit. your gaze crawls over the plush, squeezable tummy above his womb, and then down to his puffy, shiny cunt.
heās not ignorant. heād catch your intention at once, from the way your thumb digs into the gentle curve. heād struggle like caged prey. frantic, heād try to bargain with you between twists and jerks, talk you down, offer increasingly discounted access to his āservices,ā but youāre unrelenting.
a firm hand on his hip, youād slide two fingers into him. heās dry and he hisses at the sensation. those textured walls grip around your fingers in a pulse, and you curl them, testing that rubbery, silicon tightness.
fingering him, he shrieks something about a [restricted zone] for [customers only]. but you tease him about how heās gripping you with such conviction. how you can see his clit twitching, becoming engorged and swollen despite his verbal pleas. how heās getting so wet that heās dripping down your fingers, now, and how cute is that?
bashful, heād try to hide his face. you grab his neck, twist his face into the grimy alley puddle.
with the sound of a zipper, heās soon met with the weight of your impatient cockhead pressing against his hole. you lift him in front of you, and the angle is wrong for comfort, deliberate in its crudeness. you white-knuckle his sides like heās an oversized toy. a fleshlight made for rough handling.
pushing in an inch, then two, his tiny body struggles to accommodate you. but heās hot and wet inside, just enough to ease the friction. your dick scrapes against his anterior walls, and you can feel his terrified fluttering around you. thereās a bulge through his tummy, outlining you from the outside. he screams.
itās when you bottom out, hips press flush against his disassembled pelvis, plastic digging into your pubic bone, that the true terror hits him. heās begging openly now, thrashing in that amputated form. heās not ready for a clutch. he doesnāt want an [immediate upload]. you canāt, you wouldnāt! heāll do something, anything, in return for you having mercy and not cumming inside.
so you explain to Spamton, in a honeyed tone, that all he has to do is be good.
with a thrust that knocks the breath from his chest, you promise youāll pull out. that he just has to sit pretty and endure. for you. youāll even pay him. youāll snap his limbs back in place soon, you swear. why would you lie?
heās hyperventilating, quick breaths that rattle in his body, but at least heās quieter now. you fuck him, each thrust making a wet slap. maybe you praise him, tell him how heās being such a good doll for you (something that he hates, something that makes it so much worse). maybe you rub his clit as a reward, watching the nubs where his arms would be tremble reflexively.
you adjust his head again to force eye contact. his jaw is snapped shut, tears streaked down his face. and with a final, lasting thrust, you cum inside, drinking in his look of betrayal. his pupils are tiny and flickering behind his shades, his brows are lifted in shock, and now, thereās a terrible, broken series of glitches erupting from his voice box.
when you finally do pull out, milky rivulets of cum leak down his ass and thighs. so perfectly marked and bred for you. his tummy is bloated with you, and you give it a proud rub.
his limbs at discarded and bent at odd angles. all he can think about is how heās been so weak, of the impending dread that eggs will soon take inside his womb. sniffling, heās wracked by another sob.
Not enough of people taking advantage of a puppetās easily removable limbs. Tenna catching up with Spamton before he can leave TV World and deciding his new form is no problem at all. Since Spamton is clearly a flight risk, he can just have those doll limbs popped off. A dissatisfied customer deciding theyāre owed more than what they were given and taking home a new āfleshlightā instead. Spamton, without his limbs, forced to become reliant on a new āmasterā and developing an attachment to them as a result.
(Actuallyā¦ thereās also not enough mindbreak/stockholm syndrome stuff with Spamtonā¦)
*chewing on this ask*
YESYSEYESYES! Mindbreak that puppet! Someone turn him into their personal little fuckdoll to hoard to themselves (or share around, no judgement) and do whatever they want to him.
Someone should put Limbless!Puppet Spamton in Predicament Bondage situations, watch him flail and roll around and generally probably make a bad, uncomfortable situation EVEN WORSE for himself. (Also cum/etc-flated & hole-plugged Spamton or Heavily Eggnant Spamton rolling/wormcrawling around or forced to beg Captor to move him would be... Yeah.)
Example, force him down on a long and THICK AF vibrating dildo pole and tie him up in a way that keeps him from falling down on it deeper, but the more he struggles, the looser the ropes get and deeper he falls upon it due to weight and gravity, maybe even threaten him with the possibility of an impalement-type injury if he keeps struggling (see: he's panicking/scared etc) and disobeying his captor(s)...
Hell, keep the limbs in places where he can see them, but maybe Spamton's just physically unable to attach the limbs himself, torment him mentally and emotionally about iiiiiit.
how theyād be birdlike and you could trigger their mating hormones by stroking their wings, their thighs? molesting them and theyāre just too tiny to properly express their confusion so they chirp and flail all helpless in your hands? plucking their white feathers so they seize and cry in pain?
hopefully not because that would be really weird and gross and perverted
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