hunksofaman:

Hey, I got the tick— the fuck are you —

You said you wanted a new pillow.

You know that wasn’t what I meant.

Oh, but you want this, anyway, don’t you?

And please don’t make your arms and legs squirm while detached.

Well, throw my limbs into the cupboard or onto the couch, if you like. I don’t need them. I’m your pillow tonight.

This is weird.

Your crotch is honest, love.

You just can’t let me not have strange sexual thoughts about you for a single day, can you?

Yeah. You chose me, I came into existence, and you’ll have to live with this now, probably for the rest of your life. I do hope so.

You’re impossible.

Now come on, it’s not as if I can get myself off like this.

I need a shower.

Careful not to blow your load in there thinking about me!

Oh, shut up.

Oh, never.

Yup.

A hot, pro-transformation relationship here.

Source: headless-paradise

One of these guys knows what’s up and what’s about to happen to them. I imagine he’s looking at an appropriately cartoony raygun, ready to make them stretch like Mr. Fantastic, or reduce them to a pile of separate and living parts, or just shrink them. Classics are classics for a reason.

hrnyd85:

sleepingmen:

Sleeping Men Naked

Silly boy. I told him he’d fall into a deep trance the second he grabbed his dick, that I controlled when and how he’d get off. Yet, he did it anyway.

I mean, sure, combining that with a suggestion that he was hornier than he’d ever been in his life maybe wasn’t the nicest thing in the world. But no one ever said I was nice!

Another hot/evil suggestion.

Source: wildgate