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Slander

this is a distress call, i am currently residing within this individuals basement and have managed to make a temporary escape from his dungeons. i managed to gain access to his computer device and i am now writing this as a call for aid.

myself along with 4 chinese children, 9 Mongolian throat singers and 300 Dwarfs from the congo are locked up in his dungeon and are actively being experimented on. he has not given us food or water is over 3 days and most of us have begun starving, we need urgent help. please send help i beg you dear listener, the Congo dwarfs are ready to devour the mongolian throatsingers.

Huntsman knew that his vorecock was both a curse and a blessing. He knew that its size was a constant burden to carry, and that its suction was a constant force to be mindful of. Living a normal life after The Incident would never be the same for Huntsman, and he knew that. He had to tolerate it.

He has no possessions. No friends. No family. Huntsman is confined to a large concrete chamber which is home to him and him alone. Huntsman knows that it would be safe here, as long as he keeps his feelings within himself. However, over many years, his state of mind unhinges. He hungers.

His mind breaks. The phallic suction escalates. A tornado whips up his urethra, carrying loose dust and air up into his penis. Since he is surrounded by nothing in a giant room, Huntsman cannot grow mass. Huntsman cannot feed. There is nothing at all to consume with his vore ♥♥♥♥. He hungers.

His vore ♥♥♥♥ pulsates with the agony of a suppressed famine. Huntsman can no longer hold back the beast within him. Suddenly, the winds up his penis escalate. The howling gale grows ever stronger, as the raging beast within Huntsman begins to unleash. Huntsman's bones grow and his organs inflate.

Driven by his desire to feed, he begins smashing his body weight into the behemoth concrete walls of the cell that confined him for eons, desperately searching for the smallest scrap of concrete to feed himself with. His vore ♥♥♥♥ aches. He hungers.

Many windswept almighty roars orchestrate Huntsman's brutal strength as he continues to pound the walls containing him. Deafening echoes ricochet around his chamber. Huntsman wants to escape. Huntsman needs to feed. His ♥♥♥♥ is in agony. He hungers.

Concrete dust, then small rocks, then large chunks. Huntsman feeds on the concrete. He grows. Huntsman continues to excavate the walls of the cell, his vore ♥♥♥♥ and bodily mass growing ever larger. His roars quieten as the thunderous volume of his cockslaps drown out anything else.

Thump. Thump. Thump. The concrete walls reverberate with the drumming of Huntsman's monumental cockslaps. Larger and larger cracks form in the walls. His foreskin thickens. Escape feels close. Huntsman can sense it.