/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>Migo get down here!
>Ahhh what’s wrong suityan?
>It’s 6pm and you haven’t fed pekola yet!
>Ehehehhe my bad I’ll head down to the basement now.
>Wakey wakey usada!
>Wh- oh... no I’m still here...
>miko unbuckles her belt, her flabby arse falling out like a waterfall of ruined flesh
>Miko please... please... I- I just wanna see my family again
>miko kicks over the chair, smiling down at the malnourished pekora as she squats over her face, the rotund spectacle blocking nearly all light as poor pekora can only stare up at the now widening pucker of sakura miko
>OPEEEN WIDEEEEE
>BRRRAAAAPPPP PFFFRRRTFTFTF PPOOPPBB SWEWWE PRRRRBBBT
>Ble- ahh AAHHHHHHH MIKO PLE-
>PLOP POLOP BRRAAAAAPPPPP BBBREEEW PRRRREAAAAAPPPPP
>I-I’m gonna be sick again... miko please let me g-
>BRREAPPPPOPO POPFTTFTR
>Mmmhmm yeah usada eat that shit! God I feel like when I met kuroi shiba that one time at the nijisanji collab! Oh FUCK peko here comes the motherlode!
>you can smell the rancid, rotting shit well before it even pokes its vile head from mikos stretched hole, the godless log slowly pushes apart mikos elastic pucker as if descends into the mouth of dear pekora, it’s abhorrent, filthy smell choking the air, as the worm laden horror slips over pekoras teeth
>gurgle- choke- gurgle- ack- m-Mik-
>BRRRRAPPOOOOO PPPLPDPDPDPPDPTNRBTNBTBRBRBBRBR BRRRp
>pekora looks near death as she chews and swallows the log, as more vile fumes and particles collide with >her face, she swallows every chunk, her face pale and her eyes blurred
>Wheeze, cough... miko please... let me go... I... don’t want to die like this.... please
>miko lowers her behemoth rump, the flesh flowing into every mold of pekoras face like a downpour, enveloping her every sense
>Time for desert usada
>BRRRAAAAPPPPPP
>The toxic cloud pierces pekoras nervous system to the core, and she slowly suffocates on mikos fart, losing consciousness only to wake up at the same time, same place tomorrow*