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| The Whenthe Presidential Elections was a server event hosted between the 13th of December 2021 and 4th of January 2022, with the winners becoming the "president" and "vice president" of the [[Whenthe]] server, | | The Whenthe Presidential Elections was a server event hosted between the 13th of December 2021 and 4th of January 2022, with the winners becoming the "president" and "vice president" of the [[Whenthe]] server, there was also a second installment hosted during late 2022. |
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| ==The Elections== | | ==The Elections== |
| Any user with the last activity role "Top Retard" could run for president under set conditions. They could also choose another user to run as the vice president, vice presidents could be chosen even if they were an activity role below. | | Any user with the last activity role "Top Retard" could run for president under set conditions. They could also choose another user to run as the vice president, vice presidents could be chosen even if they were an activity role below. |
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| There were three phases during these election | | There were three phases during these elections, phase one, two and three. |
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| ===Phase One=== | | ===Phase One=== |
| Users were tasked with voting for their favorite party, you could only vote for one,<ref>[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/919291140530901043/919742515249287238/finalFINAL.mp4 Video showcasing all of the parties of the first phase of the Whenthe elections.]</ref> the four most popular presidential parties would fight for the status of leading WhenThe, these were the parties that were chosen from the massive poll, during this phase there was also lots of vote rigging, thanks to this many of the parties that tried rigging | | Users were tasked with voting for their favorite party, you could only vote for one,<ref>[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/919291140530901043/919742515249287238/finalFINAL.mp4 Video showcasing all of the parties of the first phase of the Whenthe elections.]</ref> the four most popular presidential parties would fight for the status of leading WhenThe, these were the parties that were chosen from the massive poll, during this phase there was also lots of vote rigging, thanks to this many of the parties that tried rigging |
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's noth
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| ing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at ev
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter h
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| ow hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| ery turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a m
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| [[File:Arte.png|thumb|476x476px|Anti THOUSDGH Propaganda]] | | [[File:Arte.png|thumb|476x476px|Anti THOUSDGH Propaganda]] |
| Presidents and Vice Presidents were tasked with making propaganda in order to promote their parties, users were also al | | Presidents and Vice Presidents were tasked with making propaganda in order to promote their parties, users were also allowed to make propaganda for their party,<ref>[https://i.gyazo.com/bb79464f8ccccc72470f1eaff697485b.png Namin's announcement regarding the beginning of the second phase of the elections.]</ref> a presidential debate was also planned by the staff of the server, but the idea was scrapped due to timezone and organizational issues.<ref>[https://i.gyazo.com/01c50f2efc53adc0cd22831b2eeacdae.png Namin's announcement surrounding the cancellation of the presidential debate, due to "timing".]</ref> |
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing arovv
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| | |
| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| Picture Kuz's swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| und inside his guts.
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| He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
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| Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
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| Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
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| Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone... it's not coming out... I can't feel it anymore..." And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
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| And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
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| "Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
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| vlowed to make propaganda for their party,<ref>[https://i.gyazo.com/bb79464f8ccccc72470f1eaff697485b.png Namin's announcement regarding the beginning of the second phase of the elections.]</ref> a presidential debate was also planned by the staff of the server, but the idea was scrapped due to timezone and organizational issues.<ref>[https://i.gyazo.com/01c50f2efc53adc0cd22831b2eeacdae.png Namin's announcement surrounding the cancellation of the presidential debate, due to "timing".]</ref>
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