Cursed Thoughts

I really don’t get why Krabs doesn’t just try to turn SpongeBob into his personal twink at this point? If I had Krab’s wealth, I’d pay squidward to destroy SpongeBobs house. Squidward would definitely do it too, considering how annoying SpongeBob is. I’d then offer to let SpongeBob stay over at my place in a spare room. Then, every night, I’d go over to his sleeping body and inject him with the Krabby Patty’s secret Ingredient: Estrogen. I’d transform SpongeBob into my own personal femboy cock hungry slave. After long enough has passed, I’ll tell Twinkbob he needs to sleep in my room because I need to do renovations in the guest room. For many nights Twinkbob will do his best to resist being in the same room as me, my manly musk wafting over to his nostrils and arousing him to the point where his dick sticks out farther than his nose. One night, I attack and have my way with him. “No Mr. Krabs, don’t stick my nose in there… ah… ahhhh. It smells so fragrant. I can tell you didn’t wipe. It’s so disgusting… but it feels so good. Please no, this is so wrong. What will my friends think? What what will your daughter think?” But I’m too far gone to listen to logic at this point. I know he wants this more than anything right now. He’s been waiting for this experience his whole life, and I’ve finally delivered it to him. Over the course of many hours, his meek defiance transformed into moans of pleasure, coming to a crescendo as his man milk he’s been trying so hard to hold on too escapes his body. The stars creeps on thought the sky to the sounds of passion and pleasure ringing through the night, to be met with the first rays of a rising sun. After I’ve ravaged him from head to toe all night long, I give his sleeping form a soft kiss on the lips. “You did good lad, you deserve a day off,” I quietly whisper and head off to the krusty krab.