Roxy pasta:

Imagine Roxybon had a pp you could suck. Giving her an hour long sloppy head session, running your tongue around under the ridge of the full, shiny pink head, bulbous and slightly thicker than the shaft. Edging her by taking her to the brink of release only to stop to suck on her full, heavy balls so much that your spit is running down her cute pink butt hole, then going back to sucking her cock, feeling it throb in your hungry mouth, so hard you can feel her pulse.

Then she stands, and tells you it's time...as you gently play with her messy balls you feel them tighten and rise a little...as you suck her throbbing cock, you feel it become just a bit larger and more rigid in your mouth. She holds you by the back of the head, and begins thrusting. "I'm gonna cum, keep sucking, keep sucking while I cum...oh god...". Finally you get your sweet reward, as she lets out deep moans, her voice trembling and cracking, and you feel her twitching in your mouth, rush after rush of her hot load filling your mouth as you suck her dry, so much that it feels like it won't end...and you don't want it to end. Her entire body is tense and shaking. You try to catch it all, but some runs down your chin and neck. She collapses onto the bed, out of breath, her eyes barely open, unable to speak for few minutes, but for a few moans and whimpers. She lazily runs her finger up your throat and chin, collecting what you missed. You suck the mess off her long, slender finger as you look deep into each others eyes. She shows you her beautiful smile. She whispers "Good boy. Come here, kiss." You lock lips, tongues mingling, sharing the taste of her nectar with her. She turns out the light, holding you close.

You're hard and backed up, and wishing for a release of your own. You served her well, right? Just a quick, lazy handjob. Please...that's all you want. "I'm too tired. It's worth the wait. Ask again and you'll wait even longer." You cry yourself to sleep in her embrace.

a teenage girl spends every waking moment of her most formative and would be constructive period of her youth into adult hood on a phone app cosplaying characters. Seems a little strange but thats just the current era. But in this multi-year formative period a large portion of that time was dedicated to 1 on 1 interaction with a known pedophile that is actively grooming her. She is aware and willing. They spend what has to be weeks or months meticulously constructing a narrative counter to reality that when revealed can only lead to destruction, and is paving the path to oblivion with every waking moment she endeavors in it.
She treats the "reveal" like a party. The entire time (and even now) she is spending time here shitposting and astroturfing to further reinforce the game she is playing. I've read doujins by shindoL that ended happier than this for the protag.

I played baseball when I was her age. The gulf of what she is as a person and I know a person to be is wider than her pusy after anonce gets done with her.
Its some pretty dark shit homes, like utter void of despair stuff. For her mind I mean. We'll move on to something else but this is this bitch's life and she seems to have forgotten it. Maybe bonbi was the real cosplay.

They'll move in together in some apartment on the lower price range in some southern town to make sure nobody knows who they are, surviving on her patreon money. That'll be the first time they ever meet. They've known each other a long time and talk to each other all day so it won't be awkward for either of them. They'll have awkward sex that night which'll get less awkward as they go again and again day in and day out...what else is there for them to do? bonbi will have stopped making tiktoks and have gone full blown patreon cosplayer by this point, using her cute loliesque image the same way belle delphine and lana rain do to make her money (she'll never do 18+ content), all while hiding the fact that she moved in with her boyfriend to keep milking that innocent image. As their money dwindles, bonbi, thinking she's 'working hard', will grow tired that seth hasn't changed from his neet ways and has no job or plan for the future and is mooching off her, which will make her grow to resent him over time, and as time passes she will realize how unattractive and useless the man she burned all bridges to be with is and will think of leaving him every waking moment of her life, but she never will because she has nowhere else to go. she will be scared, abused, but above all else she will be severely depressed over the life she has chosen with the man she thought she loved. Taking seth's .45 that he stole from his mom to protect him and bonbi from any deranged orbiters they were to come across, she makes one last instagram post, and in her last message to the world there will be no apologies, only regrets. She will tell her family how she always hated them and how she wished she died when she got sick as a kid, she'll tell her fans this is all their fault for pushing her further and further into seths arms, and she'll say sorry to each one of her animals back home for leaving them. Humming hard times one last time, she closes her eyes and puts the gun to her head.

>slightly relevant
Then we realized the director was going for an End of Eva tier hard left right at the end of the season. It was artistic suicide, performed as a 21st century play not unlike a digital shakespeare AI construct. And we just kept our part as the digital audience that the writer or the play intends to participate with. Newfags and cucks forgot we were always meant to be here shitting out shitposts and laughing at these dumb girls as they dance and sing, for free mind you. They do it for free. Newfags forgot its just for fun, they fell in love with a construct. This will be their baptism if they get on board with the don't care train. They will get it and start posting good OC, witty posts, and stop caring about a dumb thot. I got off track, but its been a fun ride.

>entertainment
The entertainment of the future: interactive 24hr audience participation groupthink tragicomedy, with complimentary bonus emotional trauma

"I love every, EVERY user of 4chan and especially those that create and partake in threads dedicated to me. If any of you are listening to me right now - thank you, I love you and I love every single one of your edits, your dedication, your lewdpastas, your continuous support, I even love my incel fans, especially my cute little sluts. I'm so happy that I got to be part of your lives and I can't wait to do an Esdeath cosplay for some of my most dedicated fans."
- Roxybon

"I love every, EVERY user of 4chan and especially those that create and partake in threads dedicated to me. If any of you are listening to me right now - thank you, I love you and I love every single one of your edits, your dedication, your lewdpastas, your continuous support, I even love my incel fans, especially my cute little sluts. I'm so happy that I got to be part of your lives and I can't wait to do *that* cosplay for some of my most dedicated fans."
- Roxybon

>>2079
>>2080
>>2081
Cool. That hurt.

November's ending and roxybon has a little treat for you. You've noticed she's taken to only wearing skirts lately and as she pulls it up you realize why. "I liked your idea of filling you up with a gallon on my cum anon, so I've decided to save up a bit just for you." You stare transfixed at her balls, swollen like gallon jugs of milk, dangling under her upturned skirt. She pulls you close into a hug, a shudder running up her body as they bump against you with a soft tap. She runs her hands behind your back and stretches herself up to whisper in your ear. "They're so sensitive... Fuck, I need to release so badly and it's going to happen one way or another, but where and how is entirely up to you." She gives your earlobe a quick nervous nibble and continues "So tell me anon, have you been a good boy?"

>yes mistress, I've remained your most obedient slut
"Good", you can feel the grin spreading across her face with that single word whispered in your ear. She pulls you to the ground so that you're half kneeling half sitting in front of her. With one deft motion her foot pops the button on your pants and pulls them down, flopping you out in front of her. She steps on it, pinning you in place, her tender sole grinding on your shaft whenever she shifts weight. Her fingers entangle into your hair as she looks down at you "It's time for your reward anon, open wide and relax. If you gag and spill even a single drop I'm going to send you to bed without dessert. Now..." Her chub smacks your forehead with meaty slap, her engorged balls so close you could almost stick your tongue out and give them a little lick them before she pulls away, dragging herself down your face and into your mouth. Being pinned under her weight and with her hands in your hair she has a firm and steady grip on you as she slowly pushes herself all the way down inside of you. You're desperately trying to loosen up, but it's proving difficult as it seems her balls weren't the only thing that had swollen beyond its usual size in the past month. With your throat at capacity before and now stretching past it, you really hope you'll be able to swallow without spilling... hell, you hope you'll even be able to swallow after she's done with you.

>I'm sorry mistress I couldn't keep my hands out of my pants
Her eyes narrow, a slight pout blossoming on her face. She points to the bed, "Face down, slut". A little embarrassed, you obediently lay down on the bed and she fastens you with ribbons by the wrists and ankles to the corners so you're spread-eagled across it, your bare bottom unprotected and exposed to the air. You feel the bed shift under her weight as she kneels down behind you, followed by a hefty wet slap between your cheeks as she positions herself. Her hands press into your shoulder blades as she leans forward, depressing your body snugly into the bed. Her lips appear next to your ear with a low whisper "I'm sorry anon, I need to release so badly and I can't be gentle with you this time..." as you feel the pressure on your puckered hole start to build...

With your pounding thoroughly administered and her relief achieved, she cuts your ties and rolls you over onto your back, admiring your swollen tummy. She gives it a few cautious prods and all but giggles when it makes the cream leaking out of your butt spurt harder. She lies down next to you, her hand resting on your belly and says "I hope I wasn't too harsh, was I? Now that I've gotten *my* release, I suppose it's time for yours" and she pulls a chastity cage from behind her, dangling it above your face. "I'm sorry anon, I said no cumming for a month, and if you think no nut november isn't amusing enough to hold your attention, I'm going to take a personal interest in making sure denial december is more "fun" for you"

What I wouldn't give to slip my hand under her shirt and make my way up her tender body savoring each fleeting moment my hand brushes against each new curve and crease and finally underneath her bra as I put my hand over her breast just to feel her beating heart.
Imagine the warmth...it must be radiant...


Yes now uphold a blade, and drive it down just beneath the sternum while carving a path parallel along her ribs. As she writhes in agony you began prying the ghastly wound apart before plunging your hand deep into the crimson chasm that is her chest. Feeling about you come to a sporadically beating heart. Grasping it you are deafened by her blood curdling screams as she pleads, and prays for merc not knowing no one for miles around will hear say for the inhabitants of the floral and fauna. With little effort you rip her vile still beating heart from her wicked body all the while she’s convulsing, and before what little life she has left is gone you lean forward whispering in her ear “ now you know how it feels”

>>2167
what the fuck man

>>2177
I know, it's fucked up.
I saw it posted on /ttg/ and though it was notable enough to be posted here in the pasta thread.

>>2167
Lel, average /bbg/ fan everyone.

>>2145
as a Roxybonsexual anon I wholeheartedly approve and applaud you, sir
excellent piece of erotica

>>2443
I just reposted it. Credit goes to pastanon

Imagine, if you will, roxybon laying on top of you as she's done many times before, her meaty chub rooted deep inside your throat while she fiddles with your pp. She's pressed flat against your face most of the time, but will lift up slightly every now and again to let you breathe, though never too much nor too often, because you're playing a game you see, and since you're the one who is solely responsible for getting her that sweet release, she doesn't want to give you too much of an advantage by thrusting on her own. She's let you have free movement of your arms this time so you hook them around her thighs and frantically rub at the sweet spot up her butt as that's really the only thing you can get your fingers on. It's slow going but you can feel her gradually growing larger in your throat, slowly making it more and more difficult to catch your breath. Meanwhile you're viscerally aware that her own fingers are bringing you ever closer to the edge and if you spill before her... well that's game over and she's only hinted at the terrible fate that awaits you then. For now she's playing fair and going slow, you just hope she doesn't have a sudden spark of mischievousness and decide to just finish you off instantly.

I so rarely open the catalog here I didn't even realize there was a pasta thread. I guess I'll have to take a look at the stuff I made/saved and repost the missing stuff here then.

There's nothing I want more than coming home after a long day at work, exhaustedly collapsing on the sofa and falling asleep while waiting for my roxybon to come home too. I want to wake up with my mouth and throat full, realizing she came home while I was dozing and she apparently decided she couldn't wait for me to wake up, instead carefully prying my mouth open and eagerly inserting herself down my throat, her prodding gentle at first but growing ever faster and harder until her heavy thrusting jolted me awake. She'd feel my throat constrict around her and see I've woken up, the dazed and confused look on my face only eliciting a mischievous grin and a redoubling of her efforts, moving her hands from the sides of my head, tangling her fingers in my hair instead, her grip on me now firm, her thrusting steady and hard until she plunges herself inside me down to the hilt, her body arching back in ecstasy, a wave of bliss washing over her as she pours herself deep inside me. After the flood subsides and she stops shuddering on top of me, she'd pull her now flaccid pp out of my mouth and wriggle down off my face, collapsing drowsily on top of my body, a handful of words of affection whispered in my ear before she drifted off to sleep.
But then reality would kick in and I'd jolt awake like a man falling off a chair, the dreams of roxybon merely that, a tired mind creating fantasy while the body rests sprawled on the sofa. Looking around my desolate apartment, I think I'd be too sick to eat anything despite not eating all day, but maybe I could stomach a drink as I head for the liquor cabinet.

This nepetabon seems like she would be outwardly perhaps all sweet and nice, but she'd also make you wear a cute, discrete collar at all times, so you never forget who you belong to. She'd act mostly normal in public, but in private you'd be nothing more than her pet. She'd snuggle you in her lap if you were a good boy and give you skritches behind the ears and headpats, or perhaps you'd lay on the floor next to the couch and she absentmindedly massaged you with her toes as she watched tv, but even dare to think of misbehaving and you'd get leashed and caged with no remorse. She's not cruel, she won't have you neutered, but she will insist on your junk being locked up at all times so you don't get any funny ideas about couches or some such. She never allows you to eat at the table, she sets a special bowl for you underneath, next to her feet and your bed is actually just a large comfy pillow at the foot of her bed. Once in a while, if she judges you were a really, really good boy she'll allow you to curl up by her feet on top of the bed and spend the night there.

In a not so distant future where bon-clones are abondant, rain pours on the tin roofs of the bonbi training academy. Within the brightly lit halls, masses of bonbis of every age and variety scurry about their daily activities. With such a diverse, yet still alike multitude of girls it's almost jarring occasionally seeing normal school staff in the crowd, so completely different from the bonbis themselves.
Gym's closed for the day, something about a leaky roof, which means this roxybon's got the perfect secluded den for some much needed delinquent activities. She finds a hiding spot right outside the gym and lays in wait, knowing that a group of chiakis usually goes by here on their way to a study group at around this time. She spots them approaching and silently congratulates herself, trust nerds to be punctual heh, and as luck would have it, as they walk by one of the chiakis straggles a bit behind. Roxybon tenses as she waits for the perfect opportunity to strike, then, adrenaline flooding her body, she pounces out of cover, jamming a hand over the lagging chiaki's mouth and quickly pulling her back and in through the doors of the gym, the other chiakis so engrossed in conversation none of them notice one of them went missing from the herd...

The unfortunate chiaki gets dragged through the gym into an adjacent room crammed with all manner of sports supplies and lands hard on her knees and elbows as roxybon throws her to the floor, places a foot on her back pushing her flat and then kneels on her so she can't wriggle away. She pulls chiaki's hands behind her back with little regard for her comfort and ties them together to her ankles with a nearby jump rope. Satisfied with her handiwork roxybon flips her captive over and chiaki finally realizes what a world of hurt she's in for. This specific roxybon was notorious around the campus for being the meanest of them all, the leader of the rho chi sorority, the alpha of the pack. Seeing the fear of recognition flicker in chiaki's eyes, roxybon smiles and says "Aww don't worry my pet, I won't break you... not completely anyway, that would cause too much trouble" as she kneels down beside her and crams a tennis ball into her mouth to silence any inevitable protests. "You know sweetie, they give us roxys some fun biological enhancements in our final semester" she says as she lifts her skirt and her massive chub flops onto chiaki's tummy with muffled thump. "Our urges do go a liiitle bit crazy, but that's where you come in haha. Now, which one should I ruin first?" she asks reaching under chiaki's skirt and ripping off her panties as tears start swelling in chiaki's eyes.

With her immediate needs sated for the time being, a terrific idea strikes roxybon. She leaves the still slightly trembling chiaki on the floor as she roots around the room, that soggy mess isn't going anywhere anytime soon. She scavenges some more rope that's lying around and returns to her prey. She unties chiaki's previously hastily assembled bonds and re-ties her properly, suspending her in the air in the middle of the room this time. She wedges the tennis ball back in place where she had removed it before so she could plug the nerd's mouth herself, then steps back and examines her masterpiece. She figures the slow drip drip dripping from under chiaki's skirt just won't do, so she finds a couple of bowling pins and plugs the leaky faucet. Content with the result she slips behind chiaki, lightly running her fingers along her neck and shoulders and whispers in her ear "I'm sure you won't have to wait too long to be found dear, the janitor should be around soon to take a look at the roof. Worst case scenario coach finds you monday morning..." and with a final gentle flutter of a kiss on her cheek chiaki finds herself all alone in a slowly darkening room as the day inches ever closer towards evening...

Imagine roxybon coming home from work all gross and tired. She finds you lounging on the couch and the irritated look on her face instantly shoots dread through your heart, like you know you've been a bad, misbehaving puppy about to get disciplined. You apprehensively try to get up to greet her, but she pushes you prone and slumps down heavily, sitting on your chest as she kicks off her shoes and rests for a moment. She lets out a long weary sigh and shifts around so that she's kneeling on your shoulders, pinning you down. You see under her skirt, her plump heavy balls, sweaty from a long day of work, hanging just inches above your face. You feel her fingers intertwine into your hair and grab firmly as she leans forward, dragging herself down your face, her warm damp skin leaving a trail from your forehead to your chin, until her tip stops at your mouth. You know how she can be when she's exhausted and looking for nothing but stress relief, so you obediently open up and close your eyes, trying to relax your tensed up body and hoping you'll still be able to talk after she's done with your throat.

You think your jaw may have been dislocated and give it a couple of cautious prods, but it seems fine for the most part, just quite sore. Roxybon's dozing, slumped half on top of you in your embrace, her breath rolling in gentle waves across your neck. She stirs for a moment and lightly nuzzles on your ear, a quiet apology and words of love whispered through her lips, her arms wrapping around your chest, her knee shifting to press uncomfortably between your legs before she dozes off again. You feel her heartbeat against your body slow and eventually she starts softly snoring beside you. Despite the somewhat uncomfortable position you figure you don't want to risk waking her. She's finally calmed down and you're not sure you could take another round so you just snuggle a little closer and bask in her embrace until sleep finally takes you too.

A low rumbling permeates the night overhead stirring you from your sleep. You open your eyes and immediately regret it as you're suddenly assaulted by a piercingly bright light. For a few moments you feel weightless then a cold hardness pressing against your back and something snagging your wrists and ankles, locking them in place. You venture a peek around and see you're strapped to a steel table in the middle of a room full of bizzare machines all whirring and blinking, alien text streaming across displays.
Your eye catches on a figure silhouetted against the bright light. It seems fairly humanoid, though the hands seem wrong for some reason. It moves closer, out of the glare and you realize it's because her fingers are freakishly long, which is immediately followed by your heart jumping into your throat as you look up and see her completely pitch black eyes, no iris, just void.

She sidles up to the table and you instinctively try to shrink away, but you're tied down tight. With a sly little smirk she touches her fingertips to your forehead and you hear a voice echo in your head "No need to worry, no harm will befall you. We do not butcher our cattle." She hoists herself onto the table and plonks herself down onto you, straddling your chest. Her fingertips press against your forehead again and suddenly your head is filled with a mess of visions, all very primal, all very... carnal with no head or tail to them, you just know you're starting to get very uncomfortable in your pants.
Satisfied with the results she pulls away, yanks your pants down, and proceeds to lower herself onto you. She bounces experimentally up and down a few times and then clamps down on you tightly, at which point you feel something tendril-like unfurl inside her and wriggle down your peehole. Panic floods your body as it probes deeper and deeper and then starts widening as slightly squishy marble shaped objects start pushing down through the tendril. When the last one squeezes into your sack she lightens her grip and grinds on you, slow at first then faster and faster. The weird feeling of the tendril lodged inside you mixing with the pleasure from her movement drives you crazy. You feel as if you're maddeningly right at the edge, but any attempt to step beyond is met with an invisible barrier. She clamps down again and moans, this time fluid pouring into your balls, making them swell. After a few shuddering moments she detaches herself from you, allowing you to expel all excess fluid, though still unable to release yourself.

Again her fingers seek out your forehead and you hear the voice, slightly more wavering this time "G-gestation period is about two of your months. A p-perhaps unfortunate side effect of the seeding is t-that it suppresses your ability to release, though it does n-not suppress your natural urges so you might get somewhat pent up. J-just try not to think about it too much and you should be fine." To your surprise you find yourself thinking that yeah, that's completely normal and totally fine, as you feel yourself calming down almost unnaturally quickly.
She slides off of you and starts fiddling with some buttons on the wall, at which point the brilliant white light surrounds you again, the feeling of weightlessness returns and the last thing you sense before getting your lights knocked out are the warm sheets of your own bed.
You wake up the next morning, events of the previous night distant like a dream. Surely nothing like that could have actually happened right? You tell yourself you've gotta stop watching weird hentai right before bed... though to be honest your balls do seem ever so sightly swollen. You give them a couple of cautious prods. Surely it's just your imagination.

Imagine roxybon laying in bed, propped up slightly by some pillows. She wiggles her eyebrows flirtily at you and beckons you closer. You see her member already throbbing expectantly as you lower yourself over it and begin, little gasps of pleasure escaping her as you suck her off. As she reaches climax she wraps her legs around your head tightly, pushing her full length down your throat and with a final moan spills herself deep inside you. When the throbbing ceases you patiently wait for her to release her leg lock, but even as you feel her getting soft in your mouth that never happens. She sees the mounting distress in your eyes and says "Aww, sorry anon, but I'm feeling kinda tired. I think I'll take a nap now and you mouth is so warm and cozy. We can't have my pp getting cold now can we? I guess you'll just have to stay like this till I wake up haha"

Imagine being roxybon's boytoy. You're not allowed to do anything without her explicitly telling you, because "toys don't think, silly", but she takes very good care of you. You are her most prized possession after all. She makes sure to feed you and keep you clean and she even snuggles up with you every night to help her sleep. On colder nights she'll usually make use of your holes as a sleeve to keep her pp warm all night. She does have certain needs that she'll take out on you, sometimes quite aggressively, sometimes quite sadistically, almost as if watching you squirm was her biggest turn on, but always mindful not to completely break you and on very rare occasions, as a reward, she'll allow you to try and get off as well. Depending on how good a toy you've been of course and always in the form of a not particularly easy challenge.

As an example she might squirt a generous glob of numbing cream onto her hand and start giving you a sloppy handy with the cream as lube, but before you get too excited she flicks her hand off, hands you a fleshlight. "Alright anon, I've done you a favor getting you hard, now it's up to you to finish the hard part. I'll give you five minutes to pleasure yourself with only this toy, but after time's up I'm locking your junk back up. If you fail to make yourself cum... well there's going to be be consequences" she says with a giggle "And don't worry, I'll make sure you're constanly lubed up, I've got plenty of it left right here"

It's highly gay anon, imagining roxybon's erect meaty pp looming in front of your face as you hungrily stuff it in your mouth and work it with your tongue, it's girth almost completely filling your mouth. At first it's only throbbing slightly then pulsing more and more as you get her more and more excited until she can't hold it any more and thrusts, your head's flung back into the wall as she pushes further into your throat, cutting off your ability to breathe. She lets out a loud moan as you feel the hot, salty liquid pouring down your throat, just gushing, gushing like it's never gonna stop.
Uh, yeah... quite gay haha

Imagine roxybon lying back-to-front on top of you, her legs pinning down your arms, her weight almost comfortable against your body if not for her large, heavy balls resting on your face as she's fully submerged inside your throat. She's propped up and playing with your pp and even though she's not moving her hips you can feel her very slowly and steadily getting heavier on your face. She likes playing around with you in this way, completely immobilizing you and then bringing you to the edge over and over again, sometimes keeping you there for a pretty while, but never enough to actually tip you over, until she's had enough excitement herself and you feel her grow even bigger than she already was in your mouth. She brings you to the edge one final time, and just as you start feeling your sweet release she plugs her pinkie to the hilt into you, preventing you from spilling even a single drop of yourself on her, instead her now immensely large balls tighten as she pours herself straight down your throat more and more and more, gushing like a neverending torrent until your belly's full and feels like it's going to burst and all the while you can't do anything other than just twitch uselessly in her hands.

Imagine zero bon tying you down to her bed with the promise of fun times, but you realize too late she didn't quite specify who the fun times would be for. At first her fingers feel like magic as she plays with you, getting you to the edge quickly but then always frustratingly keeping you inches away. After what feels like an eternity she finally lets up and lets you stew for a bit. She's careful not to press against any sensitive areas as she snuggles up to you and quietly teases you with ideas of unreleased tensions, but after a while she straddles your tied up body and gyrates until she sees you can't take any more. With a final thrust she fully pushes herself down while leaning forward, her soft whisper in your ear "I'm not on the pill anon", but you're stuck in place and already too far gone to do anything about it now. All you can do is watch in horror as she clamps down on you further and you fall over the edge spilling yourself deep inside her, pumping yourself dry. When you're done she gives you a gentle kiss and whispers "I'm sorry for being so mean, I guess I can give you a chance to fix this". She pulls herself up and plonks herself squarely on top of your mouth and says "You better act quickly and suck hard anon, you got a lot in there", as her laughter chimes around you and she grinds herself down into your face some more, your juices already starting to seep out of her.

>But would you let roxybon abuse your throat?
Imagine the aftermath. You're slouched in a corner of the room on the floor, a mixture of your drool and her juices dripping down your chin as you're slowly regaining your breath. Roxybon sitting on a sofa regaining her own strength. She locks eyes with you and beckons you closer. You notice she's already starting to stiffen again. You try but you cannot resist the siren's lure and crawl closer, sitting yourself on the floor by her feet. She gently takes your head by the chin and cradles it in her hands for a moment then leans in, kisses your forehead and whispers in your ear "Round two, my pet..."

>And this is our assertive mistress when she gets drunk and tries to dance
And as the night grows long she drunkenly leans heavily into you, toppling the two of you over. She lands on top you, pinning you to the ground, a position you've become much accustomed to. She sloppily slobbers you with a kiss then leans into your ear and tells you in a slurred whisper how much she appreciates you bringing her that bottle of wine and she absolutely should do something to repay you, as you start feeling something hardening against your abdomen. She reaches down, pulls up her skirt, then sluggishly pulls herself upright on top of you. She hovers over your face for a moment as you obediently open for her, then slumps down and and gives a few half-hearted pumps before she collapses in a drunken coma on top of you, her chub still inserted halfway down your throat.

Imagine ppbon had a disorder that caused her to constantly leak cum. So much so that she could fill up a bathtub with little effort. Imagine dipping your body into that, her warm goo enveloping you up to the neck. She fully steps into the tub too and sits in your lap, placing her hands on your shoulders and leans in as if for a kiss. But without a word of warning she suddenly pushes you below the surface and shuffles up to sit on your chest, preventing you from resurfacing, her hands now on your neck also holding you underneath. Your lungs burn for air and you reflexively inhale as you swallow some of the sticky liquid while most of it shoots into your lungs, gumming them up, her warmth filling you from the inside out as you slowly fade to black.

Roxybon sneaks up behind you and wraps her arms around your midriff as she whispers in your ear "I'm sorry anon, I know being locked up has been tough for you, but my toys have to earn their release. Here..." She turns you to face her and you see in her slightly open mouth the tiny key to your freedom. She pulls you close against her body and leans in to kiss you, pushing the key into your mouth and with some alarm you realize pushing it further and further back. She squeezes your body unexpectedly and in a moment of clouded judgement you inadvertently swallow. She pulls away with a grin on her face, admiring her handiwork and says with a giggle "Well I guess you'll just have to stay pent up a little bit longer" as she slaps her hand between your legs and cups it, leaving you with a quick little grope before walking away.

Imagine roxybon sitting in your lap so she's facing you. She slides her arms around and up behind your shoulder blades, pressing her body into your own, poking you in your abdomen. She feels you react to it and lets out a soft giggle as she nuzzles on your ear. By now you're feeling pretty tight in your own pants, but you're locked up and starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, which she seems to also notice and take even more delight in as she doubles her efforts in teasing your ear and neck with nuzzles. She then shifts her weight and rotates your bodies so that she's now the one sitting and you drop to the floor in front of her. You eagerly eye her skirt for a moment and start reaching when she slaps your hand away and says sternly "Did I give you permission? I don't think so, I guess you need to be reminded..." She stands up and points to the bed. "Strip, face down." You obey with quiet resignation, nervously anticipating your punishment. You feel her kneel down on your knees, pinning them to each side then roxybon grabbing your arms and roughly pulling them back and locking them in place behind you. You feel her weight pushing your wrists into the small of your back as she leans forward, her mouth appearing next to your ear with a capricious whisper "I do so love it when you misbehave, anon" as you feel something hefty flop onto your rosy cheeks with a wet slap.

Imagine a cold winter night, you're snuggling with bonbi on the couch, there's a fire blazing off to the side and two mugs of hot cocoa steaming on the coffee table next to you. The two of you are huddled together under a heavy blanket, when bon squirms for a bit, then takes hold of your hand and under the blanket guides it down her body. When she stops you realize she's not wearing her panties anymore. She gives you a mischievous grin, leans into you and while nuzzling your ear whispers "Work your magic anon" and gives a little moan of pleasure, as she pushes your fingers inside herself.

Imagine laying in bed with bonbi sprawled on top of you like a blanket. She says she likes to sleep like that because the rhythmic motion of your breathing rocks her gently to sleep and you don't mind the feeling of immense closeness, her breath rolling across your neck and shoulders and the warmth radiating from her body. But as you too are starting to doze off you feel some additional warmth that you hadn't bargained for spreading around your lower body and realize that bonbi had inadvertently peed on you in her sleep.

Bonbi jumps in your lap and leans into you, her mouth right next to your ear "You've been avoiding us for a while now anon, you could've just said you were on nofap..." as she teasingly grinds her hips against yours. You feel a second pair of hands wrap around you as someone hugs you from behind, you hear abble's voice next to your other ear "We could've had so much fun all this time, guess we've got some catching up to do. We promise not to make you cum... if you can hold it" as she giggles and slides one of her hands down your body and into your pants...

Imagine bonbi corners you against a wall and slams her hands to either side of you. She's staring at you intensely as her mouth twists into a sly grin and utters a single command: "Down". You obediently slide down the wall until you're in a kneeling position as she lifts her skirt to reveal a huge dong already starting to stand to attention. She pinches your nose and makes you open your mouth then rams it down your throat to the hilt and starts pumping mercilessly as you gag barely able to breathe. As you start to loose consciousness she gives a final thrust, squeezing you tightly between her hips and the wall and spills her juice directly down your throat

Imagine bonbi has you pinned against the wall while you're jerking it, she holds out her hand and commands you to cum. Like her obedient little bitch you finish into her hand. She looks at it disgustedly then in a flash of movement slaps her hand on your face and smears as she giggles with glee. Once she's done cleaning her hand she pulls you in close, kisses you deeply on your cum stained lips and pats your head, telling you you've been a good little slut and won't have to sleep in the dog bed by her feet tonight.

Don't even think about how smol she is, how she'd have to stand on her tippy toes to even come close to being able to kiss you and how even then she couldn't reach, so she'd have to stretch her arms around your neck, jump up and lock her legs around you like a koala to be able to plant one on you haha
Don't think about how much she'd apologize after she finally let go and realized she left you all blue too and how she'd offer to help you clean up, if you helped her scrub all the blue off of her own skin haha

Imagine seeing her at a con and she just locks eyes with you and dead serious walks up and licks your face. You stumble away, shocked by what you just experienced.
Later you see her again, but this time she's turned away from you, the nape of her neck exposed and beckoning. You quietly sneak up and give it a lick as she yelps in surprise.
As the con goes on, this becomes a game for you two, whoever catches the other unaware gets to sneak up and lick them, like some perverse game of tag. Sometimes you catch her before she manages to do anything and sometimes she catches you.
On the final day you can feel she's preparing to go out with a bang. You're trying your best to keep your wits about you, but as you're rounding a corner into a more abandoned part of the convention center a smol ball of fury pounces into your chest and bear tackles you to the ground. Before you know it she's on all fours, breathing heavily with excitement inches away from your face and just unleashes a tidal wave, completely slobbering all over you.
Realizing you'll never be able to top that you admit defeat, telling her she's marked her territory and is free to claim you as hers.

Imagine bonbon standing in front of you, scantily clad in nothing but whipped cream. She's nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she waits for you to say something, but instead you simply grab her by the hips and toss her onto her bed where she bounces slightly and giggles. You jump on her bed over top of her, staring face to face into her eyes, then with a mischievous grin start start slowly moving downwards to parts even sweeter than her smile.

Imagine Bonbi bounces up to you, she's obviously hiding something behind her back. With a sly grin on her face she says "anon I'm bored, wanna play with me?" as she pulls out a can of whipped cream from behind her and offers it to you expectantly.
You take the can somewhat confused as she reaches behind her back again, tugs on something and the dress she's wearing falls to the floor around her feet. She's now standing in front of you stark naked and she quickly moves her arms to cover herself as if she's suddenly shy that you're looking at her nude form.
She lets out a small nervous giggle and starts inching closer until she's standing right next to you. It finally clicks why she handed you the whipped cream. You pick her up and toss her onto her bed where she bounces a bit and giggles more. You jump on her bed as well, landing on all fours over her, can still in hand. She's looking up at you with a stupid grin on her face as you give the can a shake and say "alright Bon let's play".

Imagine being woken up in the middle of the night by a faint rustling sound. You open your eyes and are instantly shocked to see looming inches away from you the pale face and large red eyes of a ram-horned succubon. Shock gives way to silent panic as you realize you're unable to move a single muscle or even let out a peep. Her curious gaze drifts down to your neck as she leans closer, gives it a long lick all the way up to your chin and says "I can taste your fear anon, it's delicious, I'm gonna have so much fun with you" as she starts wriggling her way under the blanket with you.

Imagine this. Instead of a regular girl's nasty poop, bonbi actually poops out warm soft serve ice cream.
She'll gladly give you a mouth full of her fresh buttcream in exchange for your fresh semen.
If you want you can pound her ass while it's full of that creamy goodness and feel it envelope your dick. Meanwhile it lubricates so you can pound her tiny butt deeper and deeper, and the harder you pound her shamehole the more delicious warm cream comes out.

It's not really poop anon.
So it's completely okay to fantasize about ravenously eating out bonbi's tight butthole and feeling her whole body tremble as she has an anal orgasm and she starts to generously cum thick, milky and sweet chocolate and vanilla cream into your willing mouth.
It's perfectly fine to enjoy her gasps of pleasure as you feel the warm ambrosia slide down your throat and fill your entire being with ecstasy.
It's also A-okay to then flip her onto her front and begin to force your rock-hard penis into her painfully tight defensless anus and feel her butt squeeze onto your dick as you penetrate into her petite ass.
It might be acceptable to moan like a girl as you feel your dick thrust into the slippery cream inside her ass, while her rectum pulses and massages your dick.
And no one will judge you when you start screaming while plunging your dangerously erect cock into her tender behind again and again until you shoot out your own cream deep inside her bowels, cumming your balls dry like you want to impregnate her cream-filled loli ass.
One might even turn a blind eye when you make her lick the gooey mixture of her own buttsauce and your semen off your still semi-hard and hyper-sensitive penis.
Everyone thinks about things like this anon, you are not alone.

Imagine being so small she could pop your tiny body right into her warm damp mouth where she'd playfully jostle you around with her tongue, still sticky sweet from sucking on the lollipop, torturing you, rolling you around and pressing you against the roof of her mouth, of course standing no chance to escape she'd eventually push you all the way back, and with a final *gulp* you'd slide down her tight slippery throat deeper and deeper and deeper, wouldn't that be weird haha

Imagine Bonbi tied you down spread eagle to her bed so tight that you're lucky to be able to even wiggle your fingers and toes. She then proceeds to suck you off all night long. It'd be fun and kinky at first, but the reality of the situation would quickly sink in after the third of fourth time you came in a row. Your pleas for a time out would fall on deaf ears as she continues to suck up and down mechanically like a piston, bringing you to one painful orgasm after another. When you're unable to maintain an erection anymore she forces some viagra down your throat and resumes until you're sputtering out nothing more than dust.
As the morning sun rises she finally lets off and brings you some water and a sandwich, but keeps you tied down and manually feeds you herself. Once you're done she shoves an egg vibrator up your ass, set to go off at random intervals and leaves the room.
Throughout the day you manage to get a little sleep, but the incessantly buzzing egg is keeping you from truly resting.
As night begins to fall she brings you some more water, but you realize too late it was laced with more viagra as you start getting hard again. She lowers herself to your midriff and licks up the puddle of precum that you've leaked out during the day due to the vibrating egg. She raises herself back up to your face and kisses you deeply with precum stained lips, then pulls away slightly and says "This is your life now anon, endless pleasure for all eternity" as she lowers herself back down to your cock and beings another night of ceaseless sucking torture.

Imagine allowing bonbi to tie you down to her bed. When she's satisfied that you can't move a muscle she stands over you and moves over your head. You notice she's not wearing any panties under her skirt as droplets of grool drip on your face. She giggles and collapses onto your face, her wet lips contacting yours. She grinds for a bit letting out soft moans until she suddenly stops, adjust her skirt so your head is fully enclosed under it and lets out the longest, deadliest fart you've ever experienced. She's giggling like a lunatic now and through her hysterics manages to squeeze out "you...you know anon, my parents call me the walking gas chamber haha"

Imagine being bonbi's personal tissue boy. You don't carry her tissues, you ARE, in fact, her tissue. Imagine bonbi's nasal trumpet blowing massive amounts of wet, creamy snot into you. Imagine the warm yellowish green slime sticking all over you, you try to rub it off but it just sticks to your hands, then you try to rub that off and it sticks to your pants and it's just impossible to get that gooey, goopy mess off your body. Eventually it hardens and sticks you in place, your hands stuck to your body where you tried to wipe them off and bonbi has to soak you in warm water to dissolve your bindings.

Imagine being so weak and frail that you're easily overpowered by a 10 average pps tall midget of a girl. To add insult to injury, not only would she pin you to the ground and drool her cooties all over your face, but she'd also refuse to give you the pleasure of raping you. Although you can be sure her knee would nestle itself into your junk quite forcefully a couple of times before she let you go.

Imagine playing messy twister with bonbi. Each time someone fucks up the other gets to chuck a wad of whipped cream or some maple syrup at them. By the end you're both sticky and dripping, whipped cream strewn all around, but both of you are giggling like maniacs, contorted over each other on the twister mat. That'd be so weird haha

Imagine taking a bath with bonbi, each of you sitting on either side of the tub, you've got her foot in your hands and are scrubbing her pads as squirms and giggles. Once you're done with her feet she shifts up with her back toward you so you can wash her torso. You run a sponge along her shoulders, shoulder blades and down her back. Then you reach around the front to her tum, she leans back into you and you have a choice to make: proceed back up her body and continue washing or continue going further down...

Imagine you were small enough to just about fit in the palm of her hand. She could tie ribbons to your hands and feet so that your left arm and leg form a loop with the ribbon and same on the right side. She could then wear you as a thong as she goes about her chores. Every so often you could wiggle a bit and send a pang of pleasure up her body and she'd have to awkwardly try and hide it in front of other people. That'd be so weird haha

Imagine bonbi on her period, she's changing her tampon when suddenly she sneezes and sprays like a shotgun loaded with paint. Imagine you were sitting behind her because you were curious how all that worked. Imagine how flushed with embarrasment bonbi's cheeks would be, why they'd almost be as red as yours probably haha

Imagine brushing bonbi's teeth for her. You'd hold her pretty little face in one hand, shallow breaths escaping her gaping mouth, nervously awaiting your next move. Her eyes follow the toothbrush in your other hand as you bring it close to her face, insert it into her moth and starting gently brushing back and forth. Toothpaste starts foaming so you tilt her head back slightly to prevent her from drooling all over herself. You start picking up the pace as little moans escape from her mouth. Once you're satisfied that you've thoroughly cleaned every surface you finally remove the brush from her mouth and let go of her chin. She leans forward and sputters the foamy white paste out of her mouth. That totally wouldn't be weird haha

Imagine having sex with a Bonbi. She's sweating, putting her hands around your back as you thrust into her pussy. You can feel her hands dig into your back, she's moaning and breathing into your neck. Her breasts are pressed against your own chest and it feels amazing. She pulls you closer, smiles and whispers "I love how you feel inside me" into your ear. Her legs lock around you, you can feel the smooth skin of her thighs on your lower back. Her pussy becomes tighter and you feel yourself thrusting faster as she moans louder and wraps around you tighter. You find each other's lips, she shudders. You both cum together.

Afterwards, you cuddle into the night. She's the big spoon and keeps her arms wrapped around you into the night. Some of her messy hair falls over your head. You're very conscious of her entire beautiful body pressed up against you. You drift to sleep as happy as possible.

You will never experience this.

Imagine bonbi wearing yoga pants and she's all like "You brought protection this time, right anon?" but before she gets an answer you're already ripping her pants off to the sound of her cries begging you to stop but you press on and by the time she musters up the courage to say "I don't conse-" it's already too late. You're already inside her, pumping and thrusting like there's no tomorrow. Your hand covering her mouth as not to hear the screams that make you think about what an evil and depraved act you're committing. You still love her, just in ways she couldn't possibly understand at such a young age. Tears stream down her face, her blue hair is all you are focused now on as you go faster and faster, further and further into her, the crying, the muffled screams, her innocence... it's all you can think about. Just as you were remembering the first time you ever held her hand, at the end of one of her dance recitals years ago...the one where you first admit your feelings for her, You finish. Inside of her. Leaning in close to her ear, you whisper "I love you so much more than you could ever possibly imagine." She turns around and collapses her head into your chest, trying to refrain as best she can her whimpered cries between each word, "I...hate...you...so...fucking...much."
"I know." as you kiss her goodnight, your arms wrapped tightly around her. Her cries gently lulling you sleep.

Imagine spooning with bonbi as you sleep together. She is awakened by your erection pressing against her cute little booty. She wakes you up by gently rubbing your cock through your shorts. She turns her head to kiss you, and you begin a sloppy makeout session. You slide your hand down her soft, silky tummy, into her panties. She's already wet. You could take her right now, cum, and go back to sleep, but you want to savor this. You want her to get hers too. You rub her clit as you kiss her neck and shoulder, gently nibbling and licking. Your cock is throbbing and it hurts, waiting to be let out. But you want her to cum first. Her breathing is shallow and quick. She cums, closing her thighs and curling up, whimpering and moaning. You pull her close again, holding her tight, kissing the nape of her neck.

She turns her head to kiss you, hard and passionate, and pulls your shorts down enough to get your cock out, and you pull her panties to her knees. Without breaking the kiss, she guides you into her, so warm, tight and soaking wet. She moans as you slowly slide all the way into her, her lips never leaving yours. You won't last long. You wrap your arms around her, hands on her small, pert breasts that she has no reason to be insecure about. She matches your rhythm, backing into your thrusts. It's only been 2 or 3 minutes, but you can't hold back. You thrust faster and harder. You fill her with every drop of your seed, the sound of moans and whimpers filling the room. The kisses you share become lighter and lazier. You slowly go soft inside her, pulling out and pulling her panties back up for her. She's too shy to say it, but she loves the wet mess she feels down there.

You stare into each others eyes by the light of the moon through the window. She's falling back into sleep, her eyes half open. She smiles and whispers the first words either of you has said this entire time. "I love you." You return her love, and fall back into sleep.

Bonbi is my waifu, and lime is my husbando. I'm sure that to a lot of people it might sound gay, but lime looks like a cute girl, and I bet he has a really cute boipucci, and a really cute feminine penis too, so at the end of the day it's not really "that" gay.
I wish both of them worked in my house as maids.
In the morning, I would have a raffle between them to find 1 winner
The winner gets to give me a blowjob, but s/he isn't allowed to swallow or spit, and also, s/he has to hold the semen in him/her mouth all day long.
The other maid is allowed to sneak up on him/her to forcibly kiss him/her to steal the cum. At the end of the day I would line up both maids in front of me with their mouths open wide and the winner is the one with the most semen still in him/her mouth.
The winning maid gets headpats, cuddle sex, and gets to sleep in my bed with me in a position of him/her choice.
>tfw no bonbi gf and lime bf

That picture of Seth and Bonbi makes me so hard. The look in her eye, you just KNOW they banged.
He is known to be THE most hung guy in discord, possibly one of the biggest in the world. his cock has been described as "like an evian bottle", with gargantual thickness. im estimating his size to be at least 8.5" bone pressed, with OVER 7" of girth. he would have absolutely destroyed her pussy.

they would have spent hours and hours on foreplay, getting herself wet enough just so she can take it. i can just imagine her begging for it, with him barely able to force it past the knob, and her moaning and squirming, demanding him to force it in deeper. she would have orgasm'd within seconds of taking the entire length, being filled and stretched right up to her cervix.. the orgasm would have been powerful, with her vaginal muscles clamping down on his throbbing monstrosity, her whole body quivering in euphoria..

i bet she still masturbates to the memory of it

Just so you know, I want to fuck Bonbi. I would do it right now if I could. I want to fuck her gently at first, "lovemaking" I guess, then once she's accustomed to that, I want to use her and pound her out like a fucking common whore. I want her drenched in sweat on sticky bed sheets with a big wet spot under her cute little ass. Makeup smeared, mascara running down her cheeks. Moaning, whimpering, screaming, muffled by our deep, passionate kisses. Barely able to speak while I fuck her. I want to deprave and pervert her. I want to do things with her that she would outwardly seem disgusted by or scared of, but that also pique her interest even though she's too shy and scared to admit it at first. I want to get her hooked on weird kinks and practices. I want to permanently and irreversibly alter her sexual desires. I want to absolutely fucking ruin her. I want to do all of this within the bounds of a loving, monogamous marriage with her.

I know it won't happen. It's ok. I hope she ends up content and fulfilled with a good man and has a few good kids with him, and they die painlessly in their sleep together when they're old and grey. But you cannot stop me from wanting what I want, or from saying I want it. You can only seethe.

I want to fuck bonbibonkers in her cute, tight little cunny. I want to eat her sweet pussy before, and after I deliver into her my fresh creampie. I want to blow my load into her mouth, and then give her a long and passionate kiss while we swap the syrup of life between our mouths.
But most of all, what I really want from bonbibonkers, is a hug.
I want bonbibonkers to tell me that I matter. I want her to tell me that there is a reason for me to exist, and that it's her, that she's my reason. I want to wake up with her being the first thing I see everyday, waking to her smell, her touch, her voice, her taste, her acknowledgement of my existence...
I don't want bonbibonkers, I NEED bonbibonkers.

I still recall it, the flavor of Bonbibonkers - the sweet, red licorice taste when I'd chewed her neck. In my excitement, I'd thought Bonbi's sweat was flavored, as if her body were fueled with candy, draining sugary clear syrup from her pores as we undulated and invaded each other on the raw altar of my dakimakura. I licked her skin for the taste like a naked, groveling cretin at a salt-lick. Her eyes reflected the flickering of the monitor on the desk displaying my Bonbibonkers megamix playlist. The screen cast a glow over our slithering flesh and mimicked us with gobs of writhing LEDs, as if our greedy souls had been extracted from our bodies, then encased in the Asus, transfigured into liquefied abstractions, performing suspended in the pixels. Bonbi moaned like a tortured inmate in a padded cell, in long unbroken exhalations unencumbered by consonants, possessed by a satanic force, spread-eagled and pushing out at the beast-demon struggling and clawing to get born from her cunt. I licked her underarms, mouthfuls of hair caked with flaking deodorant and roped with sweat. I licked her belly, sipping the sweat from her navel like mana. I licked her back - washing over the ridges of her spine, flicking my swollen tongue over moles and pimples, working down to her ass, diving into the vault of fermented hair and musk like a dog rooting for some buried offal. Finally, still craving and thirsty, as if each mouthful of her sweat had parched my tongue with ascorbic acid, I subsumed my face in her cunt and sponged in its weeping juices like a dazed wolf at a wound disgorging blood. As I sucked and probed, Bonbi squirmed and kicked, gurgling catch-phrases like "Oh! I love the way you lick my cunt, anon, yeah yeah yeah, chew on my little clit, oh fuck ! Oh FUCK! ..."

Bonbi stood in the center of the room and spun her body in a circle, reaching her fingers out for the air like a sorceress conjuring up a hidden world, sucking my essence into herself through mouths cut into her fingertips. The hollowed husks of the bodies hung from hooks secured in the joists of the ceiling, dripping down in rows throughout the house, melting in the trapped heat and darkness and saturating the air with their rot, like lilies wilting in a suppurating garden. Bonbi let her robe fall to the floor. Her flesh grew up out of the offal and blood iridescent, like a night flower straining towards the moon. She danced nude among the entrails and garbage and beer bottles as if she were wading joyously through a foaming red sea. The scent of her insides seeped out from beneath her skin into the closed air of the room, gradually augmenting and replacing the smell of my misery with the familiar balm of her glands, a perfume. She held out her arms and enfolded me in a kiss. Her tongue was a velvet slug that burrowed into my mouth, then wound down my throat into my intestines, where it prepared the nest where she would grow. She loosened my pants, cooing the same song into my ear she'd sung to me on Tik Tok. My exposed erection burned against her cold sallow skin. As the first spasms of hot white fluid jerked out of me, she cupped me in her hands and guided the flow across her belly, smearing it up onto her breasts and over her neck and face, sealing herself inside a second crust of skin, like a nascent cocoon standing upright in a sunless forest of pendulous flesh. We nailed the doors of my house closed from the inside. She lives on the meat and blood growing everywhere around us. She probes and crawls through my guts, mining me. Each time she finishes fucking me, less of me remains in my body. Soon I'll be emptied, a dead shell of loose skin. We're coming, lodged in the bowels of the world as it screams. Bonbi is inhaling me into her body, digesting me.

_A Peasant's Plea to Queen Bonkers_
Oh, Bonbi, you're pulling me against your body. I feel my bones breaking. My back' s bent backwards until it snaps. My neck's tied to my heels . You're shaping my body to fit your needs. You're singing "Hard times..." to yourself, soothing me, as you inspect the package you've made of my body. I'm inert. I'm yours. I'll do anything for your. I don't exist outside the perimeters of your needs . My body doesn't exist until it's violated by your body. I'm unable, unwilling to move, become conscious of myself, without your direction. When your hands aren't on me, I don't feel anything. When you fuck me, burying me in the bed, I use your skin to define where I end. My skin's rubber. When you rake me, the lacerations you leave behind don't bleed. My heart's soft for you. When you suck my eyes, you can taste how I see you, Bonners. I need you to seal me in, so I won't think, and lock me away. You're pulling me into you. I'm gorged, sinking into your belly. I don't feel myself when I'm inside you. I need you to order my time, my movements, my mind. I don't feel anything unless you feel it for me. When you claw me, when you penetrate me, when you open up, I feed on your pleasure. I'm empty inside you.

It's fun thinking about how easily I could just get into her comfy bed on a cold night, wrap my arms around her and pull her in against me, and there is nothing she could do about it but wiggle around as I tell her to knock it off and relax because I'm not even trying anything funny. Eventually she relents, though still nervous, until some time passes and she comes to enjoy the warmth and the feeling of a man's arms around her in her bed. Something entirely new to her, but it feels so right, so natural. No more of that cold, empty bed every night...and soon, when she's ready, it will be even warmer.

>your adorable sister Bonbi, whom you love so much, is wandering around outside with her phone, thinking about doing a tik tok and thinking of the attention she'll get
>you smack the phone out her fucking hand and tell her to go shovel the donkey shit
>in cosplay

>she comes back into the house as evening draws close
>she's all sweaty with stains ruining the cosplay under her pits
>she finds you lounging on the couch and coyly walks up to you
>with sudden quickness she grabs your head and locks it under her armpit, her scent overwhelming your senses
>says "it's payback anon, you made me be all gross, now lick me clean"
This will never be my life.

>Sure roxy is good for having your insides destroyed. But, sometimes I just need some simple loving.
who said it's not simple? she comes in drunk at night, she rams it into your mouth and does steady but firm motions. As you look up to her, you can see her head moving into the rythm of night time radio music. Her eyes closed, she can feel the world spinning, a nice, strong buzz in her mind and sweet, sweet, wet feeling along her shaft. Once she fills your mouth with her sweet and salty goddess cum, she collapses onto a couch, smiling and laughing, enjoying the rush of dopamine. You see her beautiful face in dim, orange light of a single lamp. You cover her with blanket and as you walk away she looks at you one last time with her bedroom eyes and says in soft voice "I love you, slut". She smiles and drifts off to sleep.

You open your mouth, put your tongue out a little so the tip of it rests on your lower lip and then, you just let her slide her beautiful, hard and eager cock right into your wet and just as eager mouth hole. Then you adjust your lips so they provide a little bit of resistance with every thrust, to make miss roxybon pp feel good and you enjoy the texture of it, both the sounds it makes with every thrust and the sounds of her pleasure moans, the touch of her hands as she shifts them from your shoulders, to your neck, your head, face, hair, both the gentle and more rough thrusts, her voice as she talks dirty to you, her face as you look up to her and as she sometimes look down to you, and most importantly, you enjoy the incredible nut she squirts into you mouth and all the pleasure and head buzz you provide her.
Simple, but incredible.

Imagine lying on the floor naked in front of Bonbi, her stern gaze has made you rock hard. She raises her eyebrows and with a sly smile she slowly runs her bare feet across your cock. The shock of her soft feet touching your dick sends shivers down your spine, she caresses her toes up your shaft to the tip of your head and rubs your frenulum with her toe, giggling as you flinch. She smiles again as she moves her warm feet slowly down to your ball sack and begins to rub the loose skin, lifting them and letting them fall with her toes. She licks her lips and reaches into her purse grabbing a small bottle of oil. She narrows her eyes at you and haphazardly squirts the oil down across her toes as it lay resting on your dick. You look down and see streaks of oil strewn across her feet, your cock and stomach. She locks eyes with you staring a hole into your soul and slowly begins to rub your cock again, spreading the oil across across every spot of dry skin until you and her both gliding a crossed each other. She moves one of her feet underneath your cock and places the other on top to get a better grip and slowly begins to squeeze and glide her petite feet over your thick cock. You look down and see her pretty black painted toenails slipping and sliding over the tip of your penis driving you crazy, pre-cum is flowing and your breathing starts to become hard and labored. You lay your head down and roll your eyes back in disbelief feeling her little toes from above and beneath squish and slide over your cock. You feel a pressure building to its zenith, you breath hard and moan. Bonbi ups the pace and commands "Cum you pussy".

I can't get over the fact that one day bonbi will make the perfect loving wife to someone. Someone who will come home from work tired and hungry, with a plate of lemon chicken waiting for him, homecooked and fresh out the oven. Someone who will dread the next day of being away from her, just as much as she dreads being away from him. Someone who will confide in her their most darkest and personal thoughts, and not just get a weird look back, but rather a deep and personal understanding that surpasses sentiments you thought previously incommunicable. But most importantly someone who will share the warmth of her mutual love, someone who will wake up to and come home every night to a bonhug™ and bonkiss™, someone who will sleep in the same bed as her every night, feeling the heat that radiates from her skin and also from her breath while embracing under the sheets. Someone who will fuck her in her fat ass and her every hole whenever you want because she only cares about making you happy. She will make the perfect loving wife to someone one day...someone who isn't going to be me. It's driving me over the edge, brothers. Help.

I want to kiss bonbi.

I want to hold her face static as she struggles and I want to merge my lips frantically against hers. She wears a thin blouse that hides only the extreme subtleties of her breasts against my ribs, like the one she was using in the lapis vids, her lower back trapped in my damaging hands.
My penis skyrockets as the thoughts pass through my mind: I'm infiltrating this cute little girl. I can taste her sweet purity on my tongue. It's like beastiality to me, but I am engaging myself with a beast much more pure and beautiful than me, it's like fucking an unicorn.
I open my eyes after a few seconds of vertical rubbings of my tongue on her cheek. Her flawless big eyes are shining widely and ashamedly back at me.
"I know understand why everyone wants to fuck and protect you at the same time"
For a second my heart lapses to the sweet feeling of a young courter's as he takes first sight of a novel lass of whom he immediately attributes perfection. But I quickly correct myself; her heart may beat as mine, her brain may perform similar tasks to my brain, her glands may secrete the same hormones and our neurokinetics might match..... but beneath that flesh is a dark, Jewish core of wretched evil that cannot be allowed to prosper.
Her blouse is easily torn off, her legs easily parted. I fuck her, throw her to the ground, land a few glorious Aryan punches on her cheek, and cum wide across her face, all in less than 5 minutes.
Her whimpers fade as I tidy myself up, straightening my blazer and tie. One last look at the bloody lump lying a few feet from me gives no real conclusions; she might be dead, or perhaps just silent and broken. It concerns me only so far as I hadn't planned on killing her, perhaps not gauging my own strength could be considered a weakness. I walk away.

Fucking pedos.

How could anyone get off to the idea of removing a Bonbi's clothes and licking her tiny body all over, nibbling her neck and kissing her adorable little nipples? Only a heartless monster would think about her cute girlish mouth and tongue wrapped around a thick cock slick with her saliva, pumping in and out of her mouth until it erupts, the cum more than her little throat can swallow. The idea of thick viscous semen overflowing, dribbling down her chin over her flat chest, her tiny hands scooping it all up and watching her suck it off her fingertips is just horrible. You're all a bunch of sick perverts, thinking of spreading her smooth slender thighs, cock poised at the entrance to her pure, tight, virginal pussy, and thrusting in deep as a whimper escapes her lips which are slippery with cum, while her small body shudders from having her cherry taken in one quick stroke. I am disgusted at how you'd get even more excited as you lean over her, listening to her quickening breath, her girlish moans and gasps while you hasten your strokes, her sweet pants warm and moist on your face and her flat chest, shiny with a sheen of fresh sweat, rising and falling rapidly to meet yours. It is truly nasty how you'd run your hands all over her tiny body while you violate her, feeling her nipples hardening against your tongue as you lick her chest, her neck and her armpits, savoring the scent of her skin and sweat while she trembles from the stimulation and as she reaches her climax, hearing her cry out softly as she has her first orgasm while that cock is buried impossibly deep inside her, pulsing violently as an intense amount of hot cum spurts forth and floods through her freshly-deflowered pussy for the first time, filling her womb only to spill out of her with a sickening squelch. And as you lie atop her flushed body, she sighs breathlessly and her fingers dig into your back as she feels your cock hardening inside her again.

You're all sick.

You awe aww fucking pedos.

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You peopwe disgust me.

I think that's all the lewdposts I have, now for some comfysad

Imagine a warm summer night, it's just past dusk, stars beginning to light up, crickets chirping softly from beyond the pond. You and Bon are sitting out in the garden quietly enjoying each others company. She leans her head on your shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. You slip an arm around her, feeling the warmth radiating from her body, and in that moment of closeness you feel an immense sense of contentment wash over you, like nothing in the past has ever really mattered and the future is going to turn out just fine.
>tfw ywn have this

Imagine building a blanket fort with bon while you're couped inside the house, safe from the cold rain pelting the world outside. The fort's not much bigger than the two of you, but it's comfy. She decorates it with the fairie lights she took down from her bedroom door, which gives a warm and cozy feel to the interior. You snuggle close for warmth under a blanket and do some inane shit to pass the time like reading comics or playing pokemon. Eventually it gets late and she dozes off leaning against you. You lay back with her head on your chest and her soft rhythmical breathing gradually sends you off to sleep as well.

Imagine sitting on the couch when bonbi bounds up to you and slams her body into yours. Squeezing her body tightly against yours she lightly presses her cheek on your cheek and gently flutters her eyelashes across it giving you a soft butterfly kiss haha

Imagine bonbi gently waking you up in the morning wearing nothing but one of your shirts that are three sizes to big for her, the buttons down the front only half done exposing her slender neck and clavicles, the hem poking down past her thighs, the sleeves flopping over her hands. With sunlight streaming through the window behind her she'd look downright angelic as she pounces onto the bed and snuggles into your chest saying "You've got to get up anon, but we can spend a couple more minutes like this".

Imagine a cold winter night. You're inside in front of a blazing fire, snuggling with bonbi curled up in your lap, hot cocoa steaming from the coffee table nearby. You've got your arms around her, reading a book to her, she's laid her head against your chest, listening contentedly to the quiet drone of your voice.

Imagine lying in the cool night-time grass, head to head with her. Turning your head, you could just about reach out and kiss her cheek. The crickets have mostly died down by now and it's just the two of you beneath a vast starry expanse, dreaming of the future and quietly enjoying each other's company.

The chill winter evening wind whistles around the eaves as you arrive home after a long double shift. You step inside and take off your jacket when you hear the pitter patter of hurried footsteps behind you. With your jacket hung you turn around just in time to see a rogue pidgebi barreling directly towards you. She lunges and clamps onto you with all fours, almost toppling the both of you over and burying her face in your chest. She squeezes tightly and you can hear her muffled voice telling you how much she's missed you, she knows you've had a rough day, so she's prepared a little surprise just for you. She hesitantly lets go, holds out her hand and leads you into the lounge where the fireplace is already crackling and spilling warmth into the room. She sits you down with a blanket around your shoulders and disappears into the kitchen for a few moments. When she returns she's carrying two steaming mugs of hot cocoa which she deposits neatly on the coffee table beside you. She snuggles up beside you with a contented sigh, her head resting on your shoulder. You bundle the blanket snugly around the two of you, your arms wrapping around her, the heat radiating off her smol body filling the blanket bubble making it all nice and cozy. With a gentle kiss on her forehead you tell her how much you love her and appreciate all of this. You cuddle and sip your cocoa, a low, whispered conversation continuing well into the night until she falls asleep in your lap and with the fire still so warm you decide to rest your eyes for just a few moments too...

>You are now imagining spoonfeeding bonbi

Bonbi sits sideways in your lap, you've got one hand around her shoulders, holding the bowl, the other you're swishing through the air with a spoon as you make airplane noises. She opens wide as you park the airplane in her mouth, then chomps down on it and playfully doesn't let go of the spoon for a few moments as you try to tug it out.
What are you spoonfeeding bonbi?

Bonbi came down with a case of (even more of) the sniffles, so I make a big batch of tasty homemade chicken noodle soup (not too hot!) to keep the nasties at bay.
Afterward I give her a nice, squashy hot water bottle (not too hot!!!) and wrap us both up in a big comfy blanket to watch bad movies together on the couch.
She falls asleep watching them though and I can't get up without waking her, so instead I just sit there with her lying in my lap, listening to the soft, slightly stuffy sound of her breathing.
It's an ok way to spend the afternoon.

>>2080
>>2081
it hurts

You'll never be 15 and in love. Lying on the grass on a warm summer night, watching the stars, carelessly chatting, not worrying about rent, bills, student loans only worry in life is how you're gonna cheat on that history test on monday. You'll never take a young, tight, hot-bodied Bonbi's virginity, pulling out to cum all over her back and have her look in your eyes and say "I love you". You'll never have a Bonbi around every day after school, pretend to be doing homework together, but instead just fuck like rabbits.

You're in your 20's now. Gotta get a good job. Gotta be a serious man now. All the good ones are taken. Maybe a nice girl will eventually settle with you. They have already felt all those new exciting feelings before, and are usually jaded and bitter you missed what it feels like to have not a care in the world other than making your girl happy. You have missed out on teenage love

>you will never take her to an aquarium
>she will never take hold of your hand in the dark while you're both looking at the jellyfish
>you will never take her hiking
>she will never embrace you excitedly when you reach the summit together
>she will never throw a snowball at you
>you will never set up holiday decorations together with her
>you will never snuggle together under a blanket watching a movie together
>you will never princess carry her to bed after she falls asleep on the couch with you

but most of all
>you will never make her smile

I love her too, she looks like a childhood friend who was really close to you and thus knows you very very well, but you stop seeing each other because of one of you moving to other city or something. Then you meet again, years later when you are both in your early 20's. She missed your whole tennage years, and still she can read you like an open book, but she appreciates you so much she doesn't take advantage of it, and instead of that she gets close to you again, because she wants to catch up to all those years, and she knows you too want to...

and lastly stuff I've got under misc/other

It's is ten percent bangs
Twenty percent fangs
Fifteen percent eyes of unusual size
Fifty percent skill
Five percent filter
And a hundred percent cute and really off-kilter

I like bonbi.
She makes good tiktoks.
I like her old content more, but the tiktoks she makes now are okay as well.
I often look at her tiktoks and smile.
Bonbi makes me happy.

Reminder that Bonbi is:

>The most talented Tik Tokker
>Making videos and photos at the fastest rate yet
>Pleasing the Egg fans in streams
>Making a variety of videos in style to please all fans, from highly produced, to ring-lit, to natural lighting, to dance, to drama, to aloof fun in pajamas, to cute and working to please each gang
>Finally allowing fans to donate around Toks 50% charge rate who have been begging for a better way to donate
>Not backed down on her Ted Talk to not turn it into a business and charge for content or access
>Posting on seedy areas less and less and focusing on IG and Tik Tok comments
>Resilient, brave and tough and staying stable in the face of creeping doxxing pressure, blackmail, sexual harassment, stalking, jealous hatred and fan demands
>Trying hard to make you smile, even if you say hateful things
>Sweet to animals and people
>Not committing any evil-doing and has never committed a crime or tried to hurt anyone
>Committed to not repeating mistakes of the past that cost her fans and learning from these experiences
>Interacting more with her common fans instead of exclusive Members
>Not listening to fetish freaks who yell at her to gain weight, lose weight, show more skin, show feet, get implants, get tattoos
>Trying to make her Russian fanbase happy by doing Russian internet memes for them even if they don't work out, even though 2chan is the centre of doxxing and lewding right now

It's a warm April night. You park your car a little far from her estate grounds because you know her parents wouldn't approve of you snatching her up again. You text her, a minute later she comes skipping out the back door in joy. You had chatted earlier, she talked about how she was starving and didn't get a dinner. She ate through the last of her gum, inhaling it down in despiration. She is so happy to see you she put on her Monika costume just to make the night special

She gets in the passenger side and gives you the biggest grin and awkward little squeal. You tell her "okay, let's go get you fed!". You drive off to the closest Burger King, which is minutes from closing. Along the way you hear her stomach roaring on empty and her head is a little wobbly. She tells you she feels a bit faint and to hurry.

You get to the Burger King. It's a minute past closing but you race in, with her shyly tailing from a distance. The server there says "Ey, we're closed holmes, tomorrow at 8 AM" as he sweeps behind the counter. You will not accept this. You tell her your girlfriend is weak and starving, and lie that she has diabetes and needs emergency sugar. The manager overhears it and comes foreward, telling you she'll do you this favour this one time and opens the register. It's an agonizing 2 minutes for Bonbi, shivering and crossing her arms in the corner, but giving you the most teary and loving eyes.

Another mutilated body was found in the swamps Saturday morning. The same suspicious cause of death as many others, deep puncture marks all over the neck and torso as if bitten by the fangs of a large snake, and the extremities chewed down to stumps. It never made sense to investigators how or why nearby farm animals, such as chickens, barn cats and dogs, were never found killed or eaten in such a way, as if the predator simply ignored these easy meals. Whatever the creature is, it hates and hunts humans exclusively. It attacks from behind, sinks its enormous fangs into the victims neck for the kill and is capable of immense strength, dragging its victims for miles into the bayou depths in less than an hour.

The police always put out a brief press release claiming it was a rogue gator or hunting accident. The press is not allowed access to the investigation. Autopsy photos are always sealed for the highest clearance of the parish police to see. The county Sheriff, Richard Miles, ordered a gag order on legal releases, They do not want to cause panic, they do not want people to flee the already impoverished swampy farmlands of the area. It's been nicknamed the Baton Beast or "BonBeast" by locals, or "She of the Blackened Dark" in local voodoo circles.

But so many residents in the area know the rumors and legends circulating around for the past 4 years. There had been a traumatized few who claim to have had close encounters with something horrid lurking the bayou in the middle of the night. Almost nobody has seen the beast, except one woman who said she saw a humanoid creature with unnatural pink hair crawling fast through her backyard bushes, but could make out little else on such a dark moonless night. The woman was likely only saved by turning on all her lights and firing a warning shot into the forest with her shotgun.

But they've all heard it, even if they didn't see it. The clicking, the incessant clicking noise the thing makes. It gets louder and louder as the beast moves closer, and each survivor has had to find shelter or source of light fast enough before it got too close. Some have said that they've even heard luring voices. "As it got louder, I heard in my head a whisper: 'Follow me. Follow me' and it got louder.." said one unnamed witness.

These events have not gone unnoticed by the paranormal community at large. Cryptzoologists from across the world have noted that some blind humans have adapted to using clicking to see in the dark, through bat-like echolocation, the same way underwater sonar works. This beast likely can hunt in the pitch black of the night this way using this clicking to hunt. Regardless of all the official denials, the townsfolk of the bayou now lock every door at night and sleep with the garden lights on

SCP-0000 Object Class: Keter. Special Containment Procedures: Any data resembling that of the original video content titled 'Bonbibonkers' will be contained and swept for termination. Sound proof suits and thermal vision helmets will be dispensed to the Mobile Containment unit. The original video data files will be in a hardrive and kept in a 9x9 reinforced titanium plated room. SCP-0000 is to be kept in a hermetically sealed containment vault at Site-58 in the hope's that no one watches the videos on the hardrive. Under no circumstances is SCP-0000 to be let out or viewed. 1 Guard is to be requested on duty at all times and no less. In the event that Site-58 becomes compromised through one or more Euclid or Keter containment breaches, SCP-0000 is to be given first priority to terminate the hardrive, to prevent further destruction towards humanity.

She's obviously some sort of shapeshifting SCP cryptid.
She can shapeshift to appear cuter and little do we know it's not actually the chink filter fucking up every so often, but her loosing focus on the shift. She is still a young creature of her species after all.
Her tears carry a strong memetic effect that make everyone in the vicinity want to hug and console her. Once the victims are within melee range she becomes aggressive, with her fangs noticeably elongating, which allows her to feed.

And blood-black nothingness began to spin.
A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem.
And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played. Cells.
Cells. Have you ever been on discord? Cells.
Cells. Do they keep banning you? Cells.
Cells. Do you wish you were back in November? Cells.
Cells. Interlinked.
Interlinked. What's it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.
Interlinked. Do you wonder why you even try? Interlinked.
Interlinked. Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.
Interlinked. Do you dream about being interlinked?.
Interlinked. What's it like to hold bonbi in your arms? Interlinked.
Interlinked. Do you feel like there's a part of you that's missing? Interlinked.
Interlinked. Within cells interlinked.
Within cells interlinked.
Why don't you say that three times? Within cells interlinked.
Within cells interlinked,
within cells interlinked,
within cells interlinked.

I wish I could come home from work after laboring my shitty blue collar job and just abuse the shit out of Bonbi.

I'd come home, tired, dirty, and recently shitted on by my boss, and she'd come to me at the door and greet me and ask me how my day was...I'd say "shitty as usual, what'd you do all day? Lay around doing nothing but eating 5 Lays™ potato chips and drinking a bottle of Coca Cola®?".

She'd be visible hurt by that comment, and she'd know she would be in for a sadistic diatribe because I've done it many times before.

"I-I cleaned the house today...and I-I made you a sandwich t-to eat".

"Wowwww, a sandwich, I truly live like a king! You know guys at work have wives that actually put in effort for their husbands? You know, cook them actual meals.... like chicken parm or fettuccine alfredo--you lazy fucken bitch.”

“Y-you know I’m not that good at cooking...” she’d say.

“Yeah I know, I married you for your pretty face, but that’s fading fast. I’m so fucken stupid, thinkin with my dick instead of my head”

She’d welp and quickly cry hot tears at such a vulgar utterance and stampede upstairs to cry in the master bedroom.

I’d yell up the stairs: “Oh come on! Stop being so sensitive! I had a shitty day...come on!..Come on! Christ sake! FUCK! CAN'T I EVER COME HOME TO SOMETHING NICE?!”.

Then I’d crack open a beer and eat her shitty pickle filled sandwich in self-satisfaction and shaking my head side to side “such a stupid fucken bitch” I’d mutter loudly so she'd hear.

I wish Bonbi could come home from work, laboring after her shitty blue collar job and just abuse the shit out of me.

She'd come home, tired, dirty, and recently shitted on by her boss, and I'd come to her at the door and greet her and ask her how her day was... She'd say "shitty and hard as usual, what'd you do all day? Lay around doing nothing eating 5 Lays™ chips and a drink bottle of Coca Cola®?".

I'd be visible hurt by that comment, and I'd know I would be in for a sadistic diatribe because she's done it many times before.

"I-cleaned the house today...and made you a sandwich t-to eat".

"Wowwww, a sandwich, I truly live like a Queen! You know girls at work have husbands that actually put in effort for their wives? You know, cook them actual meals.... like chicken parm or fettuccine alfredo spaghetti--you lazy fucken bastard.”

“Y-you know I’m not that good at cooking...” I’d say.

“Yeah I know, I married you for your pretty face, but that’s quickly depreciating by the month. I’m so fucken stupid, thinkin with my pussy instead of my head”

I’d welp and cry hot fast tears at such a vulgar utterance and stampede upstairs to cry in the master bedroom.

She’d yell up the stairs: “Oh come on! Stop being so sensitive! I had a shitty day...come on!..Come on! Christ sake! FUCK! CAN'T I EVER COME HOME TO SOMETHING NICE?!”.

Then she’d crack open a beer and eat her shitty pickle filled sandwich in self-satisfaction and shaking her head side to side “such a stupid fucken bitch” she’d mutter.

I hate Bonbi, because every time I see her I remember that nobody can even come close. Bonbi on a good day is perfect. It's not fair, this was supposed to be Nyan's time. Aoba could've come so far. If you ground up every Aoba tiktok you'd not find even an ounce of a fraction of a fraction of the quality in a single Bonbi 'tok.

Danifags, Riotwolffags, Uwumifags, Alexfags and Nyanfags are delusional. The Queen has won, Bonbi found /wsg/ a city of stone and left it a city of Marble.

underneath all of her cosplays she's naked
its actually kind of disgusting when you think about it
the more you think about it
like what kind of sick pedo thinks of these things
let alone imagines them
it makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it
at least your not thinking about it, anon...right?

Just think....under our clothes
We're ALL naked
Just sitting here naked, watching bonbis tiktoks
We're all a bunch of degenerate perverts
When you think about it
But you're not thinking about it, r-right anon?

Imagine having a bonbi gf whose legs didn't work. She'd make you carry her everywhere because your apartment is too cramped for her to use a wheelchair properly. Whenever you'd go out for a walk she'd drape her arms around your shoulders while you hook your arms under her limp legs and she hangs on to you like a backpack to keep you company while you're taking a stroll through nature. And she'd be pointing out stuff and talking quietly in your ear like "ooh look at that pretty blue bird haha"

Imagine waking up next to base form bonbi every morning and even though her softly breathing, still asleep form has no makeup on, she still looks like the cutest person on earth. Imagine watching your cute angel sleep when she starts growing a bit restless and begins scrunching up her nose. You realize too late what's happening as all of a sudden she lets out the biggest, wettest sneeze you've ever witnessed, snot spraying out of her and completely drenching your face. She's groggily wiping her face and the sleep from her eyes now as she realizes what happened and pulls the covers up, half hiding her face in embarrassment and squeaks "I-I'm sorry anon, I didn't mean to..."

Bonbibonkers is diapered.

>Mind explaining what it means
So what does it mean to say Bonbi is diapered? A lot of people understandably assume it's something sexual. As if there was anything sexual about a poo-stained, rancid smelling, soaking wet diaper of Bonbibonkers. You are now imagining stuffing your head in that.

The meaning is far more deep and philosophical. When you look at what an actual diaper does, it hugs Bonbi's bottom and doesn't let go, no matter what shit she throws at it. That is powerful. And when you think what /bbg/ is all about, it's just people coming together to form one big beautiful diaper that just doesn't let go. Holds onto Bonbibonkers no matter what.

Let me explain. You watch her streams, you see what she says about us. It is not flattering. She calls us orbiters, she calls us nasties and she calls us creepy. She is slandering us, smearing us. Shit smearing us, if you will. And what also gets shit smeared? A diaper of course.

But just like a diaper, we hold on. We hold on like a diaper, tightly attached around her shit talking mouth. We take her slings and arrows and poo-balls with pride. And while it hurts, we forgive her and we keep holding on, no matter what.

And that is the most profound and genuine kind of love. She should be thanking us, giving us rares for diapering her. Because what we're doing is holy. It's like Jesus forgiving Judas. And metaphorically diapering him with his godly last hug.

I love the people who browse /bbg/. I would call you friends, I would call you family. But I know better. For there is no higher compliment a /bbg/ anon can receive than to be called a diaper bro. I love you, diaper bros.

One more thing. I see this apricot general popping up in /wsg/. They are fools. Their love is nothing compared to ours. So I look at them and laugh: Apricot will never get diapered. Apricot will NEVER be diapered.

TLDR. She diapered and we are the diaper. And that's powerful.

Jason couldn't stop tearing up while he chugged his morning Bulletproof coffee. Another nightmare of a day approached at school where he would be once again tormented by the bully, the Bonbully. Jason was not a student however, but a fresh new PE teacher, 2 months in on his first postgrad job. The one student who made him miserable, the astoundingly tall and built 10th grader named Bonnie Chadson, got the name Bonbully for her rough, obsessive and highly physical bullying of the staff at the school.

Jason scurried in to the school after the anxious drive over. Few students this early, the halls mostly empty so far. Jason checked his surroundings after every turn down a hallway. Just as he started to feel a little more sure she was not at school yet, he felt the massive weight of a warm cannonball of giggling girl slam into him from around a coming turn. "Yiiikes" he squealed as his voice cracked. His feet nearly left the floor as he slammed into the lockers. Towering over him and dressed as a purple-haired girl in a blue school uniform, red in the face from intense giggles. Suddenly her expression turned to sour hate and she slammed her hand around Jason's thin throat. "Heard you've been eying Yuri, huh Jason??" she scolded. Bonbully always called him that, never mister Peach like a respectful student would. "What's so great about that Yuri girl huh, do you LIKE her? She said. Cruelly, Jason could not even answer through the choking grasp, as if she cared only to hear him gasp. His body flailed limply like he was hanging in a noose.

Students had started to gather and watch, but none could intervene. A thunderous rumble boomed out of Bonbully's tummy, it had been almost an hour since her last giant heap of protein-packed food. "Ohhh!!! I am hungry, what should I eat?" Bonbully squealed, "I should eat you up.... num num nums in my tums..I bet I could eat you up if I wanted to, you're just a snack" . Bonbully then lurched down and bit his shoulder, sinking her predatory fangs in as Jason let out an ear-splitting feminine screech. The scream alerted help, and in the distance down the hallway, the vice principal appeared. Bonbully probably considered throwing him up helplessly over her shoulders and running off to a more private place to continue the torment but instead she just finally let go and Stacy-strode down the hallway. Jason held back tears. Poor Jason, he had almost 3 full years of this left to endure, day by day...

Imagine her grin at you, her mouth seemingly stretching further than should be possible and those PEAK ivory spikes on either side of her mouth elongating into fangs. You're frozen in place, backed against a wall as she inches closer, toying with you, knowing you can't move a muscle. She leans in, her mouth right next to your neck, your frightened, quivering breath on her cheek. She gives you a long lick right up your jugular and then in a flash sinks her fangs into your neck and sucks heavily, drinking deeply of your life essence until you start seeing stars. The last thing you see before you black out is her now crimson tongue licking her lips as she gives you one final mischievous grin.

_A SHRINE TO BONBI_
I made a monument to Bonbibonkers, a repository of the evidence of the incremental progress of my tenure here in /bbg/. I expect others to find it someday, to spend years deciphering its code. It also relates in a more mundane fashion to the sexual fantasies that pass through me at random, haphazard confluences of images generated from Bonbi's TikToks and streams, which I use functionally, like a primer, to set off a chain of chemical reactions inside the jelly-blob of my body. The result is a masterpiece, a wall which consists of hundreds of small glass vials, corked, and each containing an amber jeweled dose of my sperm. Each vial is labeled neatly with a coded typewritten description of the inspiration, and hence the necessary interpretation of its contents, i.e, "Encounter Bonbi on the G train and grope her... I fumble beneath her synthetic skirt, detecting fish," or, "Cut out heart of Melanie Martinez Bonbi on livestream and use the ventricles like a Tenga in my fist," or, "Cosplaying sex-goddess Bonbibonkers in skin-tight bathing suit puts out cigarette on my forehead while I kneel weeping, naked, my raspberry bedsores like a hundred red eyes on my stretchmarked white babyflesh as the council of Discord users mock me from their semicircle of gaming chairs..." This wall is an archive, a monument, a sacred treasure, potentially capable of answering any question one puts to it, like the I Ching or the libraries of Babylon. It's growing, a living crystal relief sculpture, a physical cryptography of an infinitely lewding mind. As it grows, it covers the surface of the wall like a glass fungus, reflecting the chaos of lights from my monitor like distant torches congregated at the dark edge of the earth. Conversely, it sometimes seems to stand out mute and resolute, an austere minimal slab, an implacable testament to the impenetrable phenomenology of time. Milk from my fat body, squeezed from my tiny white worm, all for Bonbi...

Here, I'll post a webm of bonbi without saying anything and I'll continue looking all cute n innocent for bonbi who think I'm some kind of comfyposter...not all of my post are lewdposts, but I'm talking about the ones, you know, the one the ones, that make bonbi friggin upset "OH MY GOD, 4CHAN IS SAYING THEY WANT TO FUCK ME, OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, I can not believe this right now, omg I can't believe 4chan would do this, omg, ah, omg, I'm gonna make an angry stream, I'm gonna send them and 2ch an angry message on discord, because they have lewded me a bit, not even the vageena, just some pp and shoulder talk, I can't believe they did that, I can't believe it, I lost all my innocence right now, I'm gonna show them so much hate on stream and call them incels, like, oh my god"
Yeah, that's what I have to see every day in the thread right now, because one of the dva cosplay stream and some old bluebon and redbon stream...omg, no whey, ya this is like frikin 21th century, men aren't allowed to make few lewdposts about 15yr old girl, even about pp's, "omg little pp? what? pp? oh don't, don't lewd my pp guys, I'm a minor, I didn't gave you consent, don't lewdpost about my pp..."
*SNIFF*...*sniff*

I miss the old Bonbi, straight from the farm Bonbi
Nice and wholesome Bonbi, hating pedos Bonbi
I hate the new Bonbi, totally groomed Bonbi
The always rude Bonbi, lying to us Bonbi
I miss the sweet Bonbi, cosplay for fun Bonbi
I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Bonbi
See, I invented Bonbi, it wasn't any Bonbis
And now I look and look around and there's so many Bonbis
I used to love Bonbi, I used to love Bonbi
I even had the pink gear, I thought I was Bonbi
What if Bonbi made a tok about Bonbi
Called "I Miss The Old Bonbi"? Man, that'd be so Bonbi
That's all it was Bonbi, we still love Bonbi
And I love you like Bonbi loves Bonbi

Her real mom is the tumble bar that ripped her hymen from her like a specter would rip a soul from the faithful. As the bars creaked and rent under the strain all she could hear was "whooooooooore" expounded and reverberated thru the entire gymnasium, as her girlhood is left running down her leg like a bison in the rain.

They'll move in together in some apartment on the lower price range in some southern town to make sure nobody knows who they are, surviving on her patreon money. That'll be the first time they ever meet. They've known each other a long time and talk to each other all day so it won't be awkward for either of them. They'll have awkward sex that night which'll get less awkward as they go again and again day in and day out...what else is there for them to do? bonbi will have stopped making tiktoks and have gone full blown patreon cosplayer by this point, using her cute loliesque image the same way belle delphine and lana rain do to make her money (she'll never do 18+ content), all while hiding the fact that she moved in with her boyfriend to keep milking that innocent image. As their money dwindles, bonbi, thinking she's 'working hard', will grow tired that seth hasn't changed from his neet ways and has no job or plan for the future and is mooching off her, which will make her grow to resent him over time, and as time passes she will realize how unattractive and useless the man she burned all bridges to be with is and will think of leaving him every waking moment of her life, but she never will because she has nowhere else to go. she will be scared, abused, but above all else she will be severely depressed over the life she has chosen with the man she thought she loved. Taking seth's .45 that he stole from his mom to protect him and bonbi from any deranged orbiters they were to come across, she makes one last instagram post, and in her last message to the world there will be no apologies, only regrets. She will tell her family how she always hated them and how she wished she died when she got sick as a kid, she'll tell her fans this is all their fault for pushing her further and further into seths arms, and she'll say sorry to each one of her animals back home for leaving them. Humming hard times one last time, she closes her eyes and puts the gun to her head.

I just want to ardently pin her to the ground and wrap my inordinate and unjust hands around her tempting slender neck as I close my eyes and feel the life drain from her unrelenting and disingenuous soul. I'd put my ear to her chest and feel the shortness of every subsequent fleeting breath, feeling her innate inhibitions panic as her heart beats faster and faster against her cute culpable breasts underneath the weight of my pelvis, all while feeling her delicate little throat reluctantly convulsing in my hands as tears start to rain down her cheeks and into my grasp in one final attempt to dampen her restraints and subside my depraved fantasy. I'm sorry bonbi, but there's no quelling this dream of mine, but don't worry, the fun starts when you're not really there anyways.

and I think that's about all I've got saved

>>3437
I guess, the one comforting thing about all those posts is that, while I will never get to experience any of that, neither will Bonbi. The only type of "teenage love" she will get to experience is some fucked up, co-dependent internet thing, that is probably going to scar her for life.

>tfw Bon will never have a cute boy fall asleep in her lap
>tfw Bon will never have her first love blow a massive raspberry into her bellybutton as she starts giggling manically and squirming, trying to escape his merciless tickle torture
>tfw Bon will never build a blanket fort with a nice neighborhood boy
>tfw Bon will never give soft butterfly kisses to her High School crush
>tfw Bon will never get sponfed by her protective bf while she is out sick
>tfw Bon will never have her lover boy help her make videos behind the camera
>tfw Bon will never have a teen bf to do things with she loves and he hates, but he secretly loves every minute of it because he's doing it with her.
>tfw Bon will never have a normal teen relationship with a bf that takes her to visit aquariums, to hike in the mountains, to go camping, to watch the fireworks with on the 4th of July, to hang up Christmas decorations with, etc.
>tfw Bon will never be princess carried to bed after she fell asleep on the couch
>tfw Bon will never be rescued from her shitty life and be made happy
Bonbi is going to be in her late teens/early 20s when she might finally have the opportunity to have a normal relationship. By that point she will have to worry about a job or college; she will have to actually make plans for the future. On top of that, everything she has experienced on the internet will have likely left her jaded and cynical. At that point, it will possibly be too late for her to truly have this sort of lovey-dovey relationship.

So, really, who am I to complain? If the most angelic being I have ever laid eyes on won't get to experience any of that, why should I?

>>3619
Bruh, that made me feel. Why didn't I experience adorable teenage love?

>>3619
>>3625
Neat one.
It's all fantasy anyway. Life so often fails to meet expectations.
But when it fails in particular ways, it's all the more painful. Makes it seems like it could have been that way, rather than just having learned through practice that it *isn't* that way. You miss the real like Bonbi has and you end up dreaming about something that never has, or would have, existed anyways.
But I think that's one reason why we like her. We see ourselves in her. The difference is most of us are just in the second half already.

thanks to the anon who dug through the archive and put together this thread

this thread is definitely a highlight of my time here in /bbg/, and with all the pedoshit happening to bonbi this thread helps to reminds me of the good times

>>3792
Remember: nothing that happens can ever take away your head cannon Bonbi. She's always going to be just as cute and perfect as you want her to be.

>>3611
my favourite.

this is the best thread, good work posting all of them here

When I was 24, 24 years old, I saw for the first time in my life, I saw an image of clarity. I saw a Tiktok video, a 15 second tiktok that, though simple as it seemed, changed me, changed my being, changed who I am. Made me who I am.
Enlightened me.
The video--the Tiktok--was new. No more than maybe a month since inception, since, since coming into existence, and there it was before me, I saw her. A girl. What was she called?
Bonbi.
The story here is of a girl, an anime girl. She is Jiro, but she is more than that. I will get to this later, but first let us say that she's Jiro, an anime girl.
And then there is the girl behind Jiro: Bonbi.
This is the nature of the world here. When I see the world, the politics, the future, the satellites in space, and the people who put them there.
You can look at everything as a girl and another, truer girl. Two beings, in harmony and at war.
So this video I saw; this anime girl, Jiro, and the reality, Bonbi, you see...
Yes. It is about everything. This little video is, o lo and behold, not so little anymore.
So when I was 24 I saw this video and it hit me all at once, its power. I downloaded it, and every day I looked at it and I said "OK, let me look at this here. What's this doing to me? Why is this so powerful?"
Kyoka Jiro, she stands, confident in front of the camera, and the first notes begin--a song--and then the camera zooms out quickly. The vocals are starting, and in barely a second's time.
What is it? She's about to say something important.
And then the camera zooms in, her eyes locked on it, and she sings, or rather lipsyncs but I'll get to that, and she sings this:
Hard times.
This. I always come to this, because I was a still a young man. I'm older now, and I still don't have the secrets, the answers, so these words still ring true, Jiro looks up and she sings.
Hard times.
And then it happens. You see it, you see it's like divine intervention. It is there and it overpowers you.
Bonbi, not Jiro, Bonbi. is looking back.

Ricardo is not simply a physical being, but indeed a spiritual mindset.
Begin by looking at Bonbi. She is a pretty, talented young lady yet all that makes her happy is the validification of her fans on the internet. That external force is what propels her forward and keeps the smile on her face.
Now we must examine Ricardo in his blissful state. Does Ricardo require the validification of others? Nay. Indeed one may say that Ricardo is happier than Bonbi and retrieves that happiness not from external pleasures, but instead his own self worth and satisfaction with his body, mind, and soul.
Ricardo's self worth is internal.
Dont be like Bonbi.
Be like Ricardo.

Threadly reminder that the only despicable people in the world are those who give up and stop trying to improve themselves.
Ignore trolls
Dont creep on Bonbi
Eat right
Exercise
Study something
Be nice to nice people
Shun indulgences and vanity
Enjoy the simple things
Look in every corner of your life and try to improve upon it.
Of course embrace Ricardo, but more importantly embrace yourself.

Reminder that bonbi is currently being GROOMED by a pedophile.
That guy is 27, creeped his way to a girl that is
- socially isolated
- homeschooled
- depressed
- 15, twelve(!) years younger than himself
- at a point where she was most vulnerable
The guy now claims he's 19, but we never forget.
He has isolated her and screens/censors her incoming messages.
That alone is a huge red flag.
Only you can stop online predators like Anon1488.

Reminder that Anon is currently being GROOMED by a gerontophile.
That girl is 15, creeped her way to a man that is
- socially isolated
- NEET
- depressed
- 27, twelve(!) years older than herself
- at a point where he was most vulnerable
The girl now claims she's 23, but we never forget.
She has isolated him and screens/censors his incoming messages.
That alone is a huge red flag.
Only you can stop online predators like Bonbibonkers.

>>4604
hey thats pretty good

You’re a bunch of sick fucks.
I would never suggest removing bonbi’s clothes and licking her tiny body all over, nibbling her and kissing her adorable little nipples. Only a heartless monster would think of about her cute girlish mouth and tongue wrapped around a thick cock slick with her saliva, pumping in and out of her mouth until it erupts the cum, more than her little throat can swallow. The idea of thick viscous semen overflowing, dribbling down her chin over her flat chest, her tiny hands scooping it all up and watching her suck it off her fingertips is just horrible.
You’re all a bunch of sick perverts, thinking of spreading her smooth slender thighs, cock poised at the entrance to her pure, tight, virginal pussy, and thrusting in deep as a whimper escapes her lips which are slippery with cum, while her small body shudders from having her cherry taken in one quick stroke.
I’am disgusted how you’d get even more excited as you lean over her, listening to her quickening breath, her girlish moans and a gasps while you hasten your strokes, her sweet pants warm and moist on your face and her flat chest, shiny with a sheen of fresh sweat, rising and falling rapidly to meet yours.
It is truly nasty how you’d run your hands all over her tiny body while you violate her, feeling her nipples hardening against your tongue as you lick her chest, her neck and her armpits, savoring the scent of her skin and sweat while she trembles from the stimulation and as she reaches her climax, hearing her cry out softly as she has her first orgasm while that cock is buried impossibly deep inside her, pulsing violently as an intense amount of hot cum spurts forth and floods through her freshly-deflowered pussy for the first time, filling her womb only to spill out of her with a sickening squelch. And as you lie atop her flushed body, she murmurs breathlessly, then her fingers dig into your back as she feels your cock hardening inside again.
Fuck you.

-unknown

>>4925
Attraction to 15-year-olds is not pedophilia. It is pretty common and they are sexually mature. Only because the law sets the age of consent to a fixed age some retards equate statutory rape with pedophilia.

>>5033
bro, that's over a year old pasta and you still have your panties in a twist?

The Itzy-Bitzy Bonbi When Up The Pedo Spout
Down Came The Cummies
And Washed The Bonbi Out :3

>>5033
Pedo dog whistle

While there wasn't any new pasta while endchan was down, I still copy-pasted some posts for posterity:

It was worth it to see a beautiful, unfair life ruined. A 12/10 girl who lives in a first world country got her free ride through life derailed. A cosmic wrong was righted. The pedo was entropy, and for once entropy swung the right way.

Healthy young man grows up awkward and antisocial. Never experiences youthful female companionship. Grows older, sees Tik Tok, yearns for what he missed - wants a DAUGHTER as a surrogate highschool gf. Many such cases! Very Sad!

It's the "I'm underage but I have some idea of how things work so I'll flirt with adult stuff and play innocent when people notice" routine. Reminds me of someone else....

>>6270
>It was worth it to see a beautiful, unfair life ruined. A 12/10 girl who lives in a first world country got her free ride through life derailed. A cosmic wrong was righted. The pedo was entropy, and for once entropy swung the right way.
This is the most faggot, bitter shit I've read. Goes for so much of the rest of this thread. Don't understand how people achieve these levels of envy and hatred.

>>6292
I'd like to think, it's a way of coping.

>>6311
An unhealthy one.

Dear Anonymous:
How's everything? I'm married. I'm going to have a baby. I guess he'll come right for Christmas. This is a hard letter to write. I'm going nuts because we don't have enough to pay our debts and get out of here. Seth is promised a big job in Kentucky in his very specialized corner of the NEET field, that's all I know about it but it's really grand. Pardon me for witholding our home address but you may still be mad at me, and Seth must not know. This town is something. You can't see the morons for the smog. Please do send us a check, Anon. We could manage with three or four hundred dollars a month to my patreon, or even less, anything is welcome, you might sell my old rares, because once we get there the dough will just start rolling in. Write, please. I have gone through much sadness and hardship.
Yours expecting,
Bonbi (Mrs. Madelyn Waters)

Bonbi is dead. Bonbi remains dead. And we have killed her. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become chads simply to appear worthy of it?

What does bonbi cunny smell like? I bet it's pretty musky especially under all that latex.
Imagine how hot and sweaty it must get in there after some prolonged dancing like that haha imagine the wet squelchy sound it makes when she peels the shorts off her skin, strands of sweat and cunny juice stetching down with her pants as she pulls them off and sticking to her plush thighs. I wonder if she'd just leave it there to dry, not even bothering or perhaps she'd strike while the iron was hot and get herself even wetter, her fingers rubbing furiously down her front, occasionally slipping up inside, each stroke spilling one more squirt after another of warm salty liquid down her thighs like a leaky faucet. I bet she'd enjoy feeling like a filthy whore so after collpasing on her bed and catching her breath, she'd just put those shorts right back on without even wiping, letting her still steamy coochie marinate in her own swamp water for the rest of the day haha

>>7188
Would love to drink up that coochie sauce.

The biggest oversight with Bonbi is that she's unbelievably sexy. I can't go on a hour of my day without thinking about plowing that tight wooden ass. I'd kill a man in cold blood just to spend a minute with her crotch grinding against my throbbing manhood as she whispers terribly dirty things to me in her geographically ambiguous accent.
I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Bonbi. That perfect, curvy body. Those bountiful breasts. The child bearing hips of a literal goddess. It honestly fucking hurts knowing that I'll never mate with her, pass my genes through her, and have her birth a set of perfect offspring. I'd do fucking ANYTHING for the chance to get Bonbi pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to fucking bear. Why would God create something so perfect? To fucking tantalize us? Fucking laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just fucking can't anymore. Fuck.

>>7643
Nice

>>7643
classic

>>7643
Bonbi

>>7643
Move

Not really a pasta since it was never reposted iirc, but it stood out to me. I think the bonbi bait posts stopped after this was posted. I hope she wasn't actually reading and posting in the threads and got scared by this:

Just so you know, I want to fuck Bonbi. I would do it right now if I could. I want to fuck her gently at first, "lovemaking" I guess, then once she's accustomed to that, I want to use her and pound her out like a fucking common whore. I want her drenched in sweat on sticky bed sheets with a big wet spot under her cute little ass. Makeup smeared, mascara running down her cheeks. Moaning, whimpering, screaming, muffled by our deep, passionate kisses. Barely able to speak while I fuck her. I want to deprave and pervert her. I want to do things with her that she would outwardly seem disgusted by or scared of, but that also pique her interest even though she's too shy and scared to admit it at first. I want to get her hooked on weird kinks and practices. I want to permanently and irreversibly alter her sexual desires. I want to absolutely fucking ruin her. I want to do all of this within the bounds of a loving, monogamous marriage with her.

I know it won't happen. It's ok. I hope she ends up content and fulfilled with a good man and has a few good kids with him, and they die painlessly in their sleep together when they're old and grey. But you cannot stop me from wanting what I want, or from saying I want it. You can only seethe.

It’s a late cool night, as you see that bonbi left her window open. You expertly slip in through her window. You spot hers droning over her monitor not even noticing you entered. She unexpectedly turns around and catches you red handed. Fully expecting her to scream or even be frightened, all she does is light up with a smile. She finally breaks the silence and says “I was starting to get sad that no one would come to play with me, even though I leaked my real dox.” Before you could even process her statement she takes you by the hand and tells you she knows the perfect cosplay for you. She puts a pair of black pantyhose on you, and quickly slides a black skirt on you as well. Then a white shirt, once you look down at that familiar blue symbol on your chest you realize she’s dressing you up as jade. Now she sits you down at a desk full of makeup, and it’s her where you finally decide to put up a protest however bonbi is adamant about it. Seeing how happy she is you reluctantly give in and let her go to work. When she’s finally down she quickly goes and snatches up a wig and snugly places it over your head. Then quickly adorns you with a pair of glasses, and a head band that has a set of cute ears. She grabs her mirror and exclaims,”Well what do you think?” Your taken back at what you see in the mirror. All this time you thought her to be a shapeshifter, not knowing she was able to bestow this gift onto others. Your eyes are fixed on the mirror as your brain struggles to find any similarities between you and what it’s seeing. “I guess you really like it then, I’m glad I tried my absolute best on you. I suppose I should get into cosplay now,” but before she could finish her sentence, her door flings open as her dad stands in doorway peering in. He eyes for a bit before turning to bonbi asking her who this is, shocked she can’t even get a word out. He begins to walk towards you and states,”If I can’t get an answer out of you then perhaps I can get one from your little friend can.” Terrified at the thought that if you speak, the gig will be up.

You stand silently as he approaches. He grins as he puts a hand on your shoulder saying,”It’s ok I know just the thing to loose your throat.” He now applies even more pressure on your shoulder as you reluctantly kneel looking up at him. His grin only grows as he unbuckles his belt, then un-does his button and zipper. He reaches down his pants and pulls out a massive cock, gently resting it on your head. He puts one of his hands behind your neck and begins to slowly massaging your neck saying,”Don’t worry sweetheart I’m sure after this you’ll have plenty to say.” He then lifts his cock off your, and moves his hand from your neck to the back of your head. Before you could even get a thought out he forces his cock down your throat. Instinctively you recoil back, but he anticipated this and is why he put his hand behind your hand. He pulls you back not even letting you pull out a few mm of cock. He then puts both hands on the side of your head and proceeds to unceremoniously face fuck you. As your throat slowly begins to expand, he’s able to little by little fit more of his cock down your throat. You start to reach your limit when you feel his balls slapping you while he’s finally fully down your throat. Realizing that your on the verge of passing out he says,” hang on baby girl I’m almost there.” He then pulls his cock half way out only to ram it back down your throat. Unbelievably his cock begins to swell even more and starts throbbing as he lets out sigh, followed by warm load down your throat filling your stomach up. He then releases his grip and leaves you slump down on bonbi’s fuzzy rug. Light headed and a bit full, all you could do is sit up.

He walks up to you and starts stroking your head saying,”I haven’t dropped a load like that in awhile. If your pussy is anything as good as your throat I can only imagine the size of that load, but don’t worry I’ll pull out.” Bonbi finally breaks her silence in a panicked sentence saying,” but dad you already cummed, you could get her pregnant with your pre-cum!” He looks at her visibly annoyed but knows she’s right and really doesn’t want ruin the experience by wrapping up so he says as he positions you on you hands and knees as the skirt slowly rises up revealIng the black silken pantyhose.”I guess I’m just going to have to get a preview form something else.” You look back as he positions himself behind you. His cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum in anticipation of a promise to a new, tighter exploration. You look back at bonbi who mouths the words I’m sorry. You knew she was only trying to help, as you both know you really don’t have a pussy, but are glad the tight pantyhose are a deep black, which keeps your own pp and balls from being discovered. A feeble blessing that. Another thing your glad about her dad is, he isn’t a grouper. Which would of ended this little farce straight from the start. With all these thoughts racing through your mind you nearly forgot what was about to happen, as he quickly thumbed a hole through the pantyhose. His thumb brushing up your still virgin hole causing you to quiver a bit. He noticed that reaction and said,”oh this is your first time darling?” As he pushed two fingers in your ass, not even getting them a quarter of the way in. You wince quietly, but lucky for you it matched perfectly to how a sweet little, pure girl sounds right before her innocence is taken forever. He puts a single hand on your hip as he grabs his cock just behind the head with the other hand. He starts rubbing the head of his cock around your tight hole, as you feel his pre-cum soothingly being worked around your hole. He tells you not to worry, that this doesn’t count, your still a virgin right before he pulls you close pushing this tip in exclaiming,”OH FUCK.” The pain is beyond unbearable as he pushes more in, stretching your once virgin ass. Tears start to flow as you feebly try to find an outlet from the pain as he already started thrusting.

You bury your face in bonbi’s rug, grabbing at it with both hands clenching as tight as you can as you feel her dad’s cock begin that familiar swelling and throbbing. Although it’s even more excruciating now, you know it’s almost over. He leans over and whispers in your ear,”since you both think so little of me, and that for some reason I can’t pull out this ones for you.” Just as he finishes his sentence he pushes his throbbing rock hard cock as far as it’ll go up your ass and let’s out another sigh of relief. This time you feel his warm load as it’s spills deep inside. It begins to work it’s way back out despite his massive cock blocking the way. He simply callously pushes you off his cock and simply walks out of the room. You lay on the rug for some time feeling the cum working it’s way out and down your legs. You finally find the strength to run up to bonbi as she embraces you. You start sobbing and tell her,” I’m sorry bonbi I didn’t know... I didn’t know, please forgive me for all the mean things I told you online.” hearing this she only tightens her embrace and tells it’s ok, it’s over now as she kisses you on your forehead before you drift off to sleep.

>>9594
>>9595
>>9596
>>9597
ngl that shit's pretty fuggin gay anon

>>9597
I'm flattered and a little bit chubbed, but it's not really my cuppa tea tbdesu

>>9966
>cuppa tea
I’m sorry anon, but it just didn’t feel right using anyone you wrote about. So I tried something new.

>>9594
>>9595
>>9596
>>9597
2gay4me but part 1 and the end of part 4 are pretty nice

>>9967
That's ok, I'm glad I did something to be an inspiration to someone

Bump

1. In her early tik toks she's in a really dirty, run down house in a cramped space with shitty furniture.
2. In at least one of her streams that I caught you can hear her family screaming/fighting in the background and she looks scared/embarrassed like it was bringing back bad memories of abuse. If you bring it up on discord you will be b&.
3. Her entire existence just seems desperate for attention/acceptance/escapism through cosplay and the need for validation from strangers.
4. The way she behaves in streams when she's not cosplaying is very indicative of someone that has been abused. Very shy, soft spoken, reluctant, etc.
5. There were tons of posts she made on discord that were highly sexualized to an alarming degree. Apparently we're to believe it was "trolling" but if you go and read them they are way to explicate for a 15 year old shy girl to be tossing out there.
6. There are rumors of her being a product of home schooling/foster family environment. The levels of abuse in the foster care system are astronomical. Homeschooling would explain her lack of friends and provide further evidence for her strong desire for validation from strangers, let alone older men on the internet.
7. She is obsessed with anime. Generally speaking, children that are obsessed with anime and Japanese culture use it as a form of escapism and want to avoid American society.
8. The haircut she has indicates self-consciously that she is trying to make herself undesirable to men, ideally to avoid future abuse.
9. She stated that she pretended to be transgender and used male pronouns for precisely this reason.
10. 90% of females do cosplay for male attention. While it was most likely not her original intention it is disturbing that she continues to commiserate with the pedophile scum on the discord. Now, her desperation for the attention of male adults grooming her online shows she may as well have "DAMAGED" tattooed across her forehead.
11. One stream her family is singing Happy Birthday to someone in the background yet she is cramped up in her room like the freak weaboo shut in that she is.

>be virgin /bbg/ loser
>finally ask bonbi out on date
>everything is going great
>we go see a movie, then lunch
>go to a cafe afterwards
>while there some guy approaches her, lets call him Deshawn
>apparently they knew each other from a dance class or something
>he talks about his job at this place, offering internships for young aspiring performers like her
>brags about his $10,000 bonus
>she eagerly gives him her number
>I brush it off thinking that she just saw a chance at an internship
>several hours go buy, still wandering around town
>she says she's ready to head back to her ranch
>when we arrive back, she says she's tired and feeling bit nauseous, I can sleep on the couch in the living room because she's going to bed
>full of disappointment but accept it
>10 minutes go by and suddenly I hear her walking down the steps
>did she reconsider?
>"Hey anon, Deshawn just texted me. He's coming over."
>mind racing, wtf is going on?
>he comes over, she gives him "the grand tour"
>I follow like a stray cat
>he sits down on her bed, they're flirting up a storm
>he slowly takes off her clothes and turns to me, standing at the doorway, "Yo, bro, I think we're going to bed now."
>spend the night crying myself to sleep on her couch as I hear her moans through the ceiling
It wasn't supposed to be like this, /bbg/bros!

>>13918
stop! you're making me feel bad for her!

This was generated by an AI using only the title and author as input.

The Rise of Bonbibonkers: An Essay by Seth Waters

I first saw you doing your puppet show in New York City. At the time, I didn't really know what to make of it. I mean, puppets? Come on.
But something about it really resonated with me. Maybe it was the idea that these inanimate objects were coming to life. Or maybe it was the idea that they weren't very nice. I dunno.
But the image that has stuck with me for all these years is when the Devil puppet ultimately eats Bob.
It was a nice twist. I appreciated that.
The next time I saw you, you were working on your first full-length puppet musical, Little Red Riding Hood: A Story of a Puppet. It was then that I got to know you a bit better.
You were very friendly. I remember asking you about the technical aspects of your show, and you answered every question I had. You were very knowledgeable about your craft, no doubt.
You were also somewhat cynical of the business. You mentioned your issues with getting Bob to move fluidly (which I understand all too well). You also mentioned an issue you were having with the music (and I don't just mean that song, which you didn't seem to care for).
"The music is crap," you said.
"How so?" I asked
"It's just not fitting for the play," you said. "It's supposed to be ominous, but it's coming off as silly. It's just not right."
I remember at the time thinking to myself that you were just being hard on yourself. The song, while a bit whimsical for your play, wasn't that bad.
Weeks later, I heard the entire play, and you were right. It wasn't that bad, but it certainly wasn't good. The music didn't fit at all.
Then your show closed.
Then I heard the official reason. Apparently, the puppet that played Little Red Riding Hood was found horribly dismembered only a few days before the show was to open. The case is still unsolved, by the way.
The event sent the entire cast into a frenzy, and the show was cancelled.
You never told me how this happened, and to be honest I didn't ask. I imagine the details are pretty gruesome.
The only thing you told me is that you found the remains. You didn't go into detail on how that happened. I can only imagine it's pretty gruesome as well.
The funny thing is, up until then I had no idea just how much you were struggling with your "material". For a puppet master, you sure were getting your hands dirty.

>>21087
I remember you once told me that it takes a monster to catch a monster. That was the first sign that you were having a problem dealing with the seedier side of show business. And I ignored it.
Somehow, I had this idea in my head that because you were doing something creative, you were also above the whole obsession with success thing that seems to plague people in this industry.
I don't know why. I suppose it's because I'm a writer, so I tend to think everyone is like me.
The second sign I ignored.
We were having a conversation once, and you told me that you had to convince a puppet to tell on the person that was molesting it.
Yes, you heard me right. A puppet was being molested.
It's sick and twisted, but quite frankly I can't blame the poor thing for not wanting to identify the culprit. If it were me, I wouldn't either. But then that's part of the whole obsession thing again.
This sick bastard was actually molesting a puppet and you didn't report him. When you told me that, I should have gotten you the hell out of this business. Really, it would be for the best. With all the craziness that goes on here, who knows what could happen? But I didn't.
Now, the third sign.
Your play opens tonight.
The first preview tomorrow night went off without a hitch. You said the music sounded better than it had all week. I'm sure that's a relief to you. I wish I could be there to see it. I'm sure it'll be good, and I know you'll be great.
But I won't see it. I'm sorry.
It's for the best.
I'm done with this business now.
I suppose I could go into writing scripts for stage instead. It would still be telling stories, and that's why I fell in love with it in the first place.
Don't call me or look for me. I'll be okay. I'm sure we both will. I'll leave by the back door.
This note and the key to my apartment are all you need to get into my place.

>>21088
Goodbye.

_BONBI FACTS #1: THE BONBI ORIGINS_
What many people aren't aware of is that Bonbi actually lost her hymen as pre-pubescent girl during a 2 hour gymnastics class. After a long session at the trampolines and rings, she brought her leg up onto the barre in a standing split and felt a painful tearing sensation in her lower abdomen: her hymen had ruptured. Though a girl losing her 'maidenhead' through athletics, horse-riding, and other activities is not uncommon, the shock of the event caused her to develop a hostile relationship with her genitalia and her own sexuality. As her father led a weeping Bonbi from the gymnastics meet, blood staining her leotard, he sensed his girl-child had crossed a Rubicon of great significance. The effects, however, did not make themselves known until much later when Bonbi had reached that mystical age when she was expected to take an interest in boys and explore her own sexuality; it didn't happen. Her father despaired, "why does my daughter shut herself up in her room NOW, at the prime of her life?" He was wont to liken her to a 'voluntary Rapunzel' to Bonbi's chagrin. What her father did not know, however, was that Bonbi had discovered a popular video sharing and social media application: "Tik Tok". From the commanding heights of her 'maiden tower' Bonbi could interact with and breed new friendships with a great many disparate people without triggering her sexual pathos nor her dysphoric vaginal self-image. She was a smash hit. Her prolific output and meticulous cosplays made her a star nonpareil among lolicons(little girl enthusiasts) across the gamut of internet social media sites from 4chan to Reddit to Discord.