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1? Or 2? 😌

Middle Finger Moron - This? This is all it takes to break yo..

Middle Finger Moron - This? This is all it takes to break you. Just my middle finger… and suddenly you’re weak, desperate, humiliated—and hard. You’re not like normal men, are you? You don’t get off to curves or kindness. You’re not some confident alpha. No. You’re a middle finger moron. A joke.

Regular guys want love and attention… but you? You need to be humiliated. You need to be crushed. My words are your oxygen. My insults? Your addiction. And this finger—this perfect, disrespectful finger—is the closest thing to affection you’ll ever get from me.

I point it at you, and you melt. I shove it in your face, and suddenly you’re panting like a pathetic little perv. You can’t even pretend to be normal. You’ve never been normal. You’re wired for degradation. You need to be reminded that you’re nothing—worthless, brainless, and only useful when you’re being put in your place.

This is who you are. A middle finger worshipper. A humiliation junkie. A moron who’s only good for one thing—being laughed at while you lose control over the most degrading part of yourself.

Pathetic And Powerless - Look at you… sitting there, complet..

Pathetic And Powerless - Look at you… sitting there, completely entranced, clinging to every single word that drops from my lips like it’s gospel. So pathetic. So helpless. And now, I’m going to make that even worse for you. Open your mouth. You’re going to swallow my spit—because you’re that weak for me.

I want you to feel it sliding down your throat. Warm. Personal. Intimate in the most degrading way. Because now… I’m inside you. You begged for this, didn’t you? Craved it. My spit… a piece of me. And now it’s in you. That’s how far gone you are.

You’re not just beneath me—you’re consumed by me. Obsessed. Owned. Powerless to resist anything I say, anything I do. You don’t get choices anymore. You get spit. You get mocked. You get used. And the worst part? You love it.

Say it. Admit it. You’re mine. You’re pathetic. Powerless. And now, I’m a part of you in the most humiliating way possible. Just the way you were always meant to be.

I Ate The Neighbor - Baaabe… you are never going to believe ..

I Ate The Neighbor - Baaabe… you are never going to believe what happened while you were at work. You know that annoying neighbor? The one who never shuts up? Yeah… well, he’s not going to be bothering us anymore.

He stopped me in the driveway again, all smiles and small talk, but I noticed something. The way his eyes kept dropping down to my big, swollen belly. He wasn’t listening to a word I was saying—just drooling over this tight, round bump. So I thought… why not give the perv what he wants?

I stepped in close. Pushed my belly right up against his face. Firm. Full. Heavy. He froze. He just stood there, like a pathetic little beta, letting me grind this big belly against his mouth like I owned him. I taunted him, teased him… told him to admit what he really wanted. And you know what? I think the cravings took over. Because one second he was standing there, and the next? He was gone.

Mmm… I ate him. Every inch. He’s in here now, squirming, kicking, whining. I ate the neighbor.

(pokes belly) Shhh… hush in there. You were annoying before, and now you’re even louder in my stomach. Settle down, or I’ll eat someone else just to shut you up.

Oh, and you… my sweet, twisted husband. I know you’re loving this. You’ve always had that little vore fetish tucked away behind your sweet smiles. You love watching me waddle around, stuffed with a whole man, don’t you? So come here. Get in bed. Let me tell you every juicy detail while he kicks from the inside and I rub this belly all over you.

I’m full. I’m dominant. And I know exactly what gets you off.

Mila Stomps Out A Tiny - I almost stepped on something… thou..

Mila Stomps Out A Tiny - I almost stepped on something… thought it was a bug at first. But no. It was one of them. A Tiny. I’ve heard the stories—little specks crawling around, desperate and helpless—but I never believed they were real. Until now. I picked him up, gave him a little taste… ugh. Disgusting. Not worth keeping. So I decided to play. I dangled my feet above him, teased him, toyed with his tiny body while he squirmed in fear—and maybe even a little pleasure. Gross. Still, it was fun… for a while. But toys get boring. So I stomped him. Barefoot. One final crunch to remind him how meaningless he really was. Then a little tap with my slipper, just to make sure. And just like that, I walked away. Like he never existed.

Taste My Stinky Feet - There you are… right at my feet, exac..

Taste My Stinky Feet - There you are… right at my feet, exactly where you belong. I’ve had these socks on all day, and let’s just say—they’re not exactly fresh. But I know that doesn’t bother you. In fact, I think it’s your favorite part. The scent, the warmth, the way I slowly peel them off while you watch… completely mesmerized.

I let you get closer, just enough to breathe me in. You adore it, don’t you? Every little sniff, every gentle kiss… it’s like you’re proving something. Showing me that you can be a good boy. The more you worship, the more pleased I get. That eager look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know.

So go ahead. Taste them. Let yourself sink into the moment. Maybe, just maybe, if you’re obedient enough, I’ll let you stay there a little longer. Or even better—I might start to expect you there.

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Pregnant Hungry Milf - Oh honey… I couldn’t believe it when ..

Pregnant Hungry Milf - Oh honey… I couldn’t believe it when I stepped into your room. Freshly 18 and still surrounded by all these silly little toys? You looked so innocent, so… unripe. But the way your eyes locked onto my big, swollen belly? I saw right through you. You were mesmerized. I could feel your curiosity, your arousal, your helpless little fascination with every tight stretch of my pregnant body. So I used it. I teased you, flaunted this heavy belly right in your face, let you think I was just being playful. But sweetie, I had a craving—and you were exactly what I needed to satisfy it. Now look at you… tucked deep inside me, filling me up from the inside out. Mmm, you’re making my belly even rounder. Can you hear me in there? Good. Because I’m not done teasing you yet…

Sniff Til I Say Stop - That’s it… get down there. Bury your ..

Sniff Til I Say Stop - That’s it… get down there. Bury your face in my sweaty socks and inhale. Deep, filthy breaths. You love how strong they smell after I’ve been wearing them all day, don’t you? I can see how hard it makes you. Good. Now stroke. Slowly. You don’t get to cum unless I say so—and you don’t stop sniffing unless I let you. My scent owns you now. I’ll tell you when to stroke harder… when to slow down… when to edge. But no matter what, you keep sniffing. Let my sweaty socks ruin you, addict you, control you. You’re mine until I say otherwise.

Cheerleader Rejection - Ew—you? Seriously? You actually thou..

Cheerleader Rejection - Ew—you? Seriously? You actually thought you had a chance with me? That is beyond pathetic. I’m the hottest cheerleader in school, and you’re… well, you. A total loser. You stuttered through that weak little attempt at asking me out, and I almost laughed in your face. So I did. I mean, did you really think I’d ever go out with someone like you? Keep dreaming. This is me absolutely destroying your fragile ego—mocking your desperation, your creepy crush, your sad little fantasies. I want you to remember how far out of your league I am… every time you pathetically jerk off to this rejection. Enjoy, loser.

Hiding In My Heels - Ugh—what the hell? I’m trying to get re..

Hiding In My Heels - Ugh—what the hell? I’m trying to get ready and there’s something inside my heel… oh. Look who it is. You really thought you could hide in my shoe like some pathetic little bug, just to be close to my feet? That’s so pathetic it’s almost cute. Almost. But now that I’ve got you, I might as well have some fun. You wanted to worship these heels so bad? Go on—beg. Lick the bottom. Kiss the sole. Grovel under my toes. You don’t get to choose anymore. And when I’m done with your squirmy little body? I’m going to crush you slowly—heel first. You wanted my feet? You’ll get all of them.

Filthy Cummy Feet - Look at them. Absolutely disgusting, rig..

Filthy Cummy Feet - Look at them. Absolutely disgusting, right? My feet are filthy—actually dirty. Covered in grime, smudged from walking barefoot, and oh… what’s that? Mmm, drenched in cum. I made Alpha explode all over my soles earlier, and now I’m presenting them to you, my pathetic little footlicker. Open wide, loser. You’re going to clean every inch with your tongue—dirt, sweat, and sticky mess included. And if you’re gross enough to cum while worshipping my used-up feet? Well, guess what? That goes in your mouth too. No part of this is optional. You’re beneath me—literally.

Flip Flop Seduction - Your girlfriend and I were just chatti..

Flip Flop Seduction - Your girlfriend and I were just chatting… nothing unusual. I looked cute, casual, dangling my flip flops while we talked—totally innocent. But then I noticed you staring. You couldn’t stop watching my feet slap and sway, could you? I saw the way you bit your lip, and that’s when I decided to have a little fun. I started teasing you quietly, right under her nose. When she stepped out, it was our chance. I whispered the filthiest things, showed off my perfect soles, and told you exactly what I wanted you to do. I wanted your cum all over my feet—now. And just before she came back? You gave me exactly what I asked for. I slipped my wet, messy feet right back into my flip flops, smirking, like nothing ever happened. Just our dirty little secret…

Date Night PT 2 Footjob Foreplay - We just got back from our..

Date Night PT 2 Footjob Foreplay - We just got back from our little date night with friends, and you already know what comes next. I slip off my heels, stretch out on the bed, and give you that look—the one that says you better assume the position. You know exactly what I want.

My feet slowly find their way to your lap, teasing and stroking until you’re squirming. I don’t stop until you’re spilling all over them, warm and messy—just how I like it. But I glance down, smirking at the sight.

You really thought we were done? Oh… we’re just getting started.

While You Wait - You walk into the studio expecting ink, but..

While You Wait - You walk into the studio expecting ink, but surprise—your artist had to run out. Lucky for you, I’m holding down the fort… barefoot, relaxed, and definitely not shy. I’m propped up behind the desk, painting my toes, when I notice the way you’re looking. I tease you about having a thing for feet, wiggling my toes just to see your reaction. You try to play it cool, but I can tell you’re curious—maybe even tempted.

I tell you it’s okay to touch them, even invite you to give me a little foot rub while you wait. I guide your hands to my soles, encouraging you to explore while we both pretend this is just passing time.

Pledge Hazing - You showed up just like you were told—ready ..

Pledge Hazing - You showed up just like you were told—ready to be hazed. Poor thing. Too bad you didn’t read the fine print. I’m the one in charge of you tonight, and I’ve got very specific instructions. If you want to survive your fraternity’s initiation—and if I want to complete mine—you’re going to do exactly what I say. That means slipping into this cheerleader uniform, letting me do your makeup, and strutting your stuff at the big game like the perfect little spirit girl. Don’t pout, it’s so much fun humiliating you… and trust me, the consequences for saying no are way worse.

Sensual Whipped Cream Self Worship - I know exactly what you..

Sensual Whipped Cream Self Worship - I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about… my soft, perfect feet. So tonight, I decided to give you a little treat. I slowly swirl whipped cream over my toes and arches, letting it melt against my warm skin. Then, with a wicked little smile, I start licking it off—slow, sensual, just for you. Every stroke of my tongue is pure teasing bliss, and I know you’re watching, desperate, wishing you could take a taste yourself. But this? This is just for me to enjoy… while you squirm.

Date Night Part 1 Handjob Quickie - We’re getting ready for ..

Date Night Part 1 Handjob Quickie - We’re getting ready for date night, and you’re looking so good as you finish getting dressed. But I can’t help myself—I’m feeling playful, and I want to get you a little worked up before we even leave the house. I tease you, insisting on giving you a quick handjob, just to see you squirm while we’re out with our friends later. I want you flustered, turned on, thinking about this all night long while trying to keep it together. You know I love being a little bratty like that.

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Insert nose here 👃🏼

Loser For Dirty Stinky Slippers - Ugh… seriously? These old ..

Loser For Dirty Stinky Slippers - Ugh… seriously? These old things? You’re really that obsessed with my filthy, worn-out slippers? They’re disgusting. Stained. Stretched. Smell like sweat and power and everything you wish you could be close to. And yet here you are, pathetically drooling over them like they’re holy relics. That’s what you’ve become—a worthless little freak addicted to my foot filth.”

“You probably imagine yourself on the floor, nose buried deep, huffing every inch of grime like it’s your purpose in life. I bet you’d beg just to lick the soles clean, wouldn’t you? But you don’t deserve that. You don’t even deserve to touch them. You’re not a man—you’re a footstool, a slipper sniffer, a groveling loser who finds heaven in my discarded trash.”

“And the best part? I don’t even have to try. I could leave these nasty things by the door, and you’d be crawling on all fours just to get a whiff. Pathetic. But keep sniffing, loser—it’s all you’re good for.

Minute Man - Wow… that was fast. I gave you one task. One ch..

Minute Man - Wow… that was fast. I gave you one task. One challenge. Sixty seconds. And you couldn’t even manage that? You were so desperate, so weak, that you couldn’t hold out long enough to even earn the rest of this clip. I barely had to lift a finger, and you were already twitching like a pathetic little mess. Honestly? I’m not even mad. I’m just disappointed… and so amused.

But don’t worry—I’m not done with you. Not even close. You still have several minutes left to sit there, humiliated, soft, spent… while I talk to you. About how embarrassing that was. About how you clearly have no control around me. About how this is why you’ll never be anything more than a useless little toy—good for a quick mess and a long session of teasing, shaming, and psychological ruin.

So sit there. Watch me. Listen to every word. Let it burn. Because next time? You’re going to fail again. And I’m going to enjoy it even more.

Devoured For Disappointing - My feet are aching, and I need ..

Devoured For Disappointing - My feet are aching, and I need the perfect little slave to make it better. But so far? Disappointment after disappointment. You tinies are so eager to please… until you realize how serious I am. You mess up? You hesitate? You disappoint me? You go down the hatch. One by one, I give you a chance—kneel at my soles, worship them, rub away the tension. And one by one, you fail. And when you fail, I don’t get mad… I just get hungry.”

“Can you hear them? The ones already trapped in my belly? It’s louder now, isn’t it? That constant groaning stretch… growing with each new snack. You see, the more I eat, the more I crave. My belly just keeps making room. Every failed servant feeds me—swallowed whole, helpless, melting slowly inside me while I stretch and swell with power.”

“So… are you going to be the one who finally satisfies me? Or are you just another bite waiting to happen?

Happy Birthday to ME 👸🏻✨

Happy Birthday to ME 👸🏻✨

Stroke Your Tiny Dick - Aww, look at you—already hard? That ..

Stroke Your Tiny Dick - Aww, look at you—already hard? That tiny thing is the saddest excuse for a cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, it’s almost cute… in the most pathetic, laughable way.

You know what it reminds me of? This.

[holds up her phone, flashing a picture of a tiny mushroom]

Yep. That’s what I see when I look at your little embarrassment. A stubby, squishy, useless mushroom.

And yet… here you are. Ready to stroke for me. It’s adorable, really—thinking you’re good for anything other than being humiliated. But I’ll let you. I’ll let you stroke that sad little thing while I laugh at you.

I’ll tell you exactly how to do it. When to touch. How fast. When to stop. Because even though you’re useless… you’re still mine to control.

You want to stroke for me? Then be a good little mushroom-dick loser and follow every word. Because the only pleasure you’re allowed is the kind I give you. And even then… I might not let you enjoy it. 

Big Beautiful Belly - Look at this belly. Big, round, soft… ..

Big Beautiful Belly - Look at this belly. Big, round, soft… and so unbelievably beautiful. You feel that pull, don’t you? That instinct to drop to your knees and worship it—because deep down, you know this is what you were made for.

Tiny little things like you have one purpose: to feed me. To keep this gorgeous belly full, stretched, and perfect. You were never meant to live a long life. No, your destiny ends right here… melting away inside me, just another nameless snack to keep me satisfied.

Some of you accept that fate. You welcome it. I see the way you stare—obsessed, desperate, honored to become part of me. And honestly? I respect that. At least you know your place.

But then there are the scared ones. The ones who tremble, beg, try to run. You think that fear will save you? It only makes me hungrier. I love watching you squirm, knowing that no matter how hard you fight, you’re still going to end up right where you belong—inside my belly.

So whether you’re shaking with fear or begging to be swallowed… in the end, it doesn’t matter. You all end up the same. Just fuel for my beauty. Another tiny sacrifice for my perfect, greedy belly.

Brat Girl Slipper Dangling - I don’t have to say a thing to ..

Brat Girl Slipper Dangling - I don’t have to say a thing to keep you locked in place. Just me, dangling my cheetah print slippers… barely acknowledging you. That’s all it takes, isn’t it?

You sit there, totally obsessed, hoping—begging—for even the slightest bit of attention. But all you get are the occasional bratty looks I throw your way… just to remind you that I know you’re watching. And I don’t care.

I don’t need to speak. I don’t need to tease. I don’t need to do anything for you. Because the truth is, watching me ignore you turns you on more than anything else. You’d do anything just to be noticed. And still—I give you nothing. Just these slow, lazy dangles… my slipper slipping off my toes… and those dirty little looks that say you’ll never have me.

Keep watching, loser. This is as close as you’ll ever get.