muscular_engineer
Inventor of the Mineral Inspecteur Soyjak
One night, Olgol was busy posting on Soybooru when he heard a faint creaking sound at his window. Unable to easily turn around due to his great obesity, he decided "It must have just been a breeze". Suddenly, from behind him, Garf's voice rang out. "Hello Sexy!" he said. Olgol panicked and stood to run, lumbering three steps towards his bedroom door before slipping on his carpet and rolling an ankle, slamming into the floor with a resounding thud. Garf giggled ominously at this.
Olgol desperately tried to crawl away from Garf, frantically screaming "GET AWAY FASHIE" at the top of his lungs, but only made it halfway to the door before stopping, gasping for air at the exertion of shifting his massive frame even a few feet. Olgol shuddered as Garf slowly approached him, reminiscent of a nature documentary, a limping, helpless deer being circled by a merciless predator. Olgol futilely attempted to crawl forward even a few more inches before hanging his head, crying in fear and shame in the knowledge that he was helpless at Garf's mercy.
Garf licked his lips as he neared the Olgolstein's massive, fattened hindquarters. As Garf began touching the great beast's buttocks, Olgol's heavy, oxline breathing was periodically interrupted by fearful whimpers. As Garf slowly inserted his meat between Olgol's immense, unwashed cheeks, so large that he could barely reach the anus, Olgol grunted and tried in vain to shift away from him, but he could not hope to shift his great bulk. As Garf inserted his weiner, Olgol squealed in pain as his masculinity was violated. "Shut the FUCK up, you stupid, fat, Bosnian cow. You know you like this"! screamed Garf mockingly as he donkey punched him in the back of the head, before laughing maniacally.
As Garf neared his orgasm, he pressed Olgol's head gently forward, the massive neck fat rolls cutting off his circulation. Olgol, already exhausted and out of breath from his pitiful attempt to flee, began choking, his face going from red to deep purple. As Olgol choked on his own fat, he lost control of his smooth muscles and urinated all over the floor, earning another donkey punch from Garf. In Olgol's final moments, Garf's demonic laughter echoed through his ears as his anus spasmed involuntarily around his miniscule member. This proved too much for Garf to handle, and he orgasmed.
Garf rubbed his hands together like a true gangster as he walked out of the hovel, leaving the door open behind him. Olgol's immense carcass was now cooling in the Serbian winter, flies buzzing on a puddle of urine and feces pooled beneath him, imbued with a small mixture of Garf's special seasoning. The thought of Olgol's father discovering his bloated corpse, covered in the excrement from his defiled anus and left to rot, excited Garf so much he decided to masturbate to the thought when he returned to his village in Swaziland.
Olgol desperately tried to crawl away from Garf, frantically screaming "GET AWAY FASHIE" at the top of his lungs, but only made it halfway to the door before stopping, gasping for air at the exertion of shifting his massive frame even a few feet. Olgol shuddered as Garf slowly approached him, reminiscent of a nature documentary, a limping, helpless deer being circled by a merciless predator. Olgol futilely attempted to crawl forward even a few more inches before hanging his head, crying in fear and shame in the knowledge that he was helpless at Garf's mercy.
Garf licked his lips as he neared the Olgolstein's massive, fattened hindquarters. As Garf began touching the great beast's buttocks, Olgol's heavy, oxline breathing was periodically interrupted by fearful whimpers. As Garf slowly inserted his meat between Olgol's immense, unwashed cheeks, so large that he could barely reach the anus, Olgol grunted and tried in vain to shift away from him, but he could not hope to shift his great bulk. As Garf inserted his weiner, Olgol squealed in pain as his masculinity was violated. "Shut the FUCK up, you stupid, fat, Bosnian cow. You know you like this"! screamed Garf mockingly as he donkey punched him in the back of the head, before laughing maniacally.
As Garf neared his orgasm, he pressed Olgol's head gently forward, the massive neck fat rolls cutting off his circulation. Olgol, already exhausted and out of breath from his pitiful attempt to flee, began choking, his face going from red to deep purple. As Olgol choked on his own fat, he lost control of his smooth muscles and urinated all over the floor, earning another donkey punch from Garf. In Olgol's final moments, Garf's demonic laughter echoed through his ears as his anus spasmed involuntarily around his miniscule member. This proved too much for Garf to handle, and he orgasmed.
Garf rubbed his hands together like a true gangster as he walked out of the hovel, leaving the door open behind him. Olgol's immense carcass was now cooling in the Serbian winter, flies buzzing on a puddle of urine and feces pooled beneath him, imbued with a small mixture of Garf's special seasoning. The thought of Olgol's father discovering his bloated corpse, covered in the excrement from his defiled anus and left to rot, excited Garf so much he decided to masturbate to the thought when he returned to his village in Swaziland.
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