12/28

 Awaiting his sentence to be carried out.

Total nullification.

Odds

 Looks like the bets are that he will lose his bslls.

Holidays

 

Dupes

 

Story

 Drenched in sweat after a late-night jog, you wandered too far off the trail. The city park had its share of mysteries, and tonight it seemed alive with whispers—soft murmurs, like silk brushing against leaves. Moonlight bled through the skeletal branches above, and shadows grew fanged and ominous.

You exhaled sharply, your chest rising and falling, muscles tense. You wiped your brow, gaze darting toward a strange luminescence ahead. A pulse of blue-green light beckoned, hypnotic, inviting. "Just a quick look," you muttered, stepping forward.

The air thickened, turning syrupy and sweet, carrying a scent of ripe honey and something musky. Emerging into a clearing, youfroze.

Caterpillars.Monstrous ones.

They were enormous—each the size of a man, their segmented bodies covered in velvet and silk, rippling with unnatural grace. Their glossy black eyes reflected him as they began to stir, slithering forward with a sound like wet paper tearing.

Your pulse quickened. Your instincts screamed run, but yourfeet refused to move. Something about them—something primal—somethong sensual-something sexual-captivated you. Their bodies undulated closer, coils shifting as though choreographed. A long tendril unfurled from one’s mouth, brushing against your bare chest, a soft shiver racing through your skin. It didn’t feel slimy; it was warm and gentle, threading around him with a deceptive tenderness.

“No,” you whispered weakly, though your body betrayed you.

One caterpillar reared up, its silk-drenched maw opening slightly as threads spun forth, impossibly fast. The others followed, spitting gossamer strands that wrapped around your ankles, your wrists—binding you to the spot. You strained, but the silk felt alive, tightening yet caressing, each wrap deliberate. Your body, sculpted and defined, was on display beneath the moonlight as your shorts darkened against the glimmering cocoon. Pressed from the outside. Pressed taut from the inside.

More strands layered over you binding your thighs, climbing your torso, weaving across your six pack abs in intricate, teasing patterns. Covering the treasure trail that so many admited. The cool silk brushed your skin, every strand pulling your senses taut, the sensation electric and unnervingly sensual. Youfelt held, trapped.

"Beautiful..." the whispers hissed, though no mouths moved.

The caterpillars encircled you, their velvet forms brushing against your restrained body and writhing form. You felt their weight, their heat, as the cocoon closed over your chest, leaving only your face exposed, breath ragged. Their whispers filled his head: promises of transformation, of surrender.

As the last threads sealed your body in the cocoon’s shimmering embrace, your vision blurred. The forest faded into an endless sea of silk and darkness.

12/14

 

12/12

 

alterations should take care of the attitude

12/8