The furrier side of Kagom Jack

You are a really good story teller, it was pretty amazing how well I could picture MJ.

Was, anyway. I haven't really written anything in a long while other than a couple of screenplays for short films (that haven't been shot).

Can you write a story about us, Kagom? Write a story about me and you on an adventure.

I probably could if I had motivation.

*unzips his shirt and shows you his cleavage* How can I inspire you, master...? <3

I literally vomited.

Well, any chance of inspiration I could have had just got punched in the kidneys.

Just so we all know, this isn't a joke. I instinctively heaved and then had to finish my half-puke with a full purge into a big mixing bowl that was luckily within reach. I'd estimate I retched between 2 and 3 cups of nasty skittles bilge.

So... I should PM you pics of my cleavage?

I don't care to see cleavage. I'm only about the cock.

And Skurai, chances are he doesn't wanna see your cock either.

I was TALKING to GRAV, guys.

Why are you lying? You freakin' weird fagbot.

Why would I lie?
Why would I want to show everyone is Zelaron my tits? I'm no slut.

I'm glad America's healthcare system is a cesspool because it means you'll die that much sooner.

I have dreams of that every night.

I literally vomited.

This...

As I gazed upon Skurai's bare chest, I took notice of the odd shape of his breasts. They were misshapen and lumpy, with little knots and veins randomly poking out every which way. His nipples looked like very thick slices of pepperoni that had been doused in grease and calcium, the hairs around them twisted and curly.

He giggled at me as he began to jump up and down, making the two rather large abominations on his chest bounce. He grabbed them, acting as if he was suddenly embarrassed for me having seen them. I felt the bile begin to flood my mouth as he uncovered them again, winking suggestively at me, muttering something about how he could make me a very happy man.

Frightened, I grabbed my gun, aiming it at him first and then upon myself. I knew that even if I killed him, he'd probably come back to life and force me to motorboat those godawful breasts of his. So I decided I'd take the easy way out and pulled the trigger.

Fin.

I laughed SO fucking hard.

I think about this thread a lot.