U Make My Jeans Come True

The sweetness of honeymilk

By Prototype Jack

When you smack me.

When you whack me.

When you squirt me.

When you spurt me.

The memorys.

Are priceless.

My lust,my lust, my lust.

For you.

I would never sell for 1000🤑

So sweet, so sweet so sweet,

Are your lips.

And your balls.

And your perky pink nipples.

Sweeter then honey milk.

With 50 pounds of brown sugar.

And 30 donuts

And 500 slices of cakes.

And 30000 candies.

And a chocolate

And a sweet cola.

And 200000000 ice cones

And 30 candy cane

And 50000 lolipops

And 10000000000 ice pops

And a slice of cherrypie

And 5000000 root beer flotes

And a piece of candy

And 900000 pockystick

And 70000000000 frapchinos

And 5000000 brownies

And 5000000 blondies

And a velvet cake

And 20 key lime pie

And 8000000 cookies

And 30000000000 chocolates

And 60000000 gumballs

And 2000 sugars

And 50000000 honeys

And 100 crystal candies

And 80000000 sweet treats

And 3 jellos

And 10000000000000000000000000000 pudding

And 600 mochis

And a piece of candy.

You are sweeter to me then all these.

But you dont fucking respond to me on grindr anymore.

And that makes me mad, mad, mad.

Rarely am i glad.

I thought you were my lad.

Sad.

critter babies

🙁

You

Imagine how it would feel to be this pig. Fed coins all day. Your eyes are closed permanently so you can't see who is feeding you the coins. You can only feel the thin slabs of metal intrude your slit and go into your big belly. Fed coins all day, eventually filling you to the brink with coins. So, so heavy. You sigh and heave. But then, a hand grabs you. Before you know it, you become nothing but shards of porcelain, having been smashed onto the table for access to your contents. It is relief, but more invasion than you've ever felt before. You cannot move or control anything, much like before, so what's changed? Well, you won't be needed anymore, as your remnants are gently discarded to the trash bin. It was your fate all along. The Rubbish Pig.