Timmy’s Body Pillow
Timmy McTwist was a m’goodboy, the best m’goodboy and his mother loved him so much no man came near to Timmy.
Not that he wanted a new daddy despite what his mother wanted.
That’s strictly because of the autistic screaming, horrible hygiene, possessiveness and racism he exhibits as well as the all around repulsiveness.
You’d think he was a pretty bad egg.
No, Timmy isn’t autistic. He’s actually quite the m’goodboy.
No man wanted to come near Laurie McTwist. Timmy would be the only man in her life.
And that’s how Timmy wanted it, no matter how lonely his mom got.
His house arrest was over and it had passed by with little incident. Not that he went anywhere or wanted to, he’d have preferred being alone in his room with a plate of tendies and wi-fi.
His mother had taken him to his favourite foal tendies place as a treat. He liked nothing more than eating the finest foal tendies. His healthy m’goodboy frame had only gotten healthier during his house arrest.
It was a fine feast. Only the greasiest and freshest of tendies would be eaten.
By the bucket. He made a squee and rubbed his hands and fingers and licked his lips before he ate.
As his mom had always had, she just had a black coffee and a doughnut while her bestest, most favourite son had all of the tastiest foal tendies one could have.
Everyone just stared at him whilst he made noises while he ate. A few people were concerned about his breathing……
Why was he arrested?
Well, that’s a tale for another day.
Needless to say Mr Chad Morrison, Timmy’s fluffy breeding next door neighbour, is prepared for the corpulent fucker if he comes near his fluffies or his property.
After referring to the staff as Jamals and talking loudly about topics best left on /pol/ it was time to leave.
The staff and customers felt like they could breathe a sigh of relief. If they could breathe. A few people had left from his body odour, a lot more walked out when he farted.
Frequently.
The staff were left with a big job cleaning that table up after he cleared off.
Timmy naturally threw a tantrum as he didn’t want to leave.
It took a free bucket of foal tendies to get Timmy to back down from shitting his pants.
That would’ve been hell on Earth in that fast food joint….
They got home and Timmy demanded to eat again.
He REEEEEEEEEED until his mother gave in.
He was ready to swipe at her with the Nippon Steel ™ He was glad that she was sensible enough to back down. He should’ve took a swipe at her, how dare that bitch mother of his deny him more tendies!! He would show her mercy today……
Laurie prepared the deep fryer and cooked him another batch of foal tendies.
His favourite.
Timmy let out another loud and repulsive fart. Laurie had grown noseblind to his smell years ago. The sound and vibration made her shudder.
Timmy farted a lot more and each time was more wet than the last. He didn’t have his big boy diapers on today either……
The restaurant was disgusting!!
They must have put something in his tendies!!
They weren’t like his mom’s tendies that she always fried for him (which were Tyson brand, the biggest and best foal tendie maker in the world!!)
He would have more tendies from his mom to make up for the worst tendies he had ever had from that shithole to make up for his disappointment.
It must’ve been vegetals that they put in and poisoned his m’goodboy body.
Tendies were his only food that he ate.
Timmy was a healthy 400lbs of pure good boy. He’d put on weight since his house arrest. Tendies was a good way to maintain his healthy m’goodboy frame.
Laurie was already running late for her “job”. She was rushing to get washed and dressed and ready to go out.
She was glad the bathroom was free. Timmy had shit himself in the kitchen. A fart that wasn’t a fart…she would deal with that later……
Truthfully, she was to go out on a date.
And she wanted to look her best. She had picked out a fairly cute and revealing dress. Perfect enough for drinking.
The dating app gods were finally looking on her with favour!
This guy had a nice smile at least………
There were many nights in bed that were lonely. The bed was such a big space for her. She always slept on one side, she struggled to sleep if she was spread out or in the middle.
Laurie’s first husband had died a long time ago.
Timmy and Rachel’s father.
Her arm stretched out into his spot when there were nights where she felt too lonely and no one was there to hold her.
She longed to just be hugged and shown affection.
Her second husband barely did that……of course he had a lot of families out there and was a bigamist but at least he was there to fill the space……
One night she just couldn’t rest at all. She remembered her first husband’s death as if it happened yesterday.
They were at the zoo and he goaded a chimpanzee. It ripped his nuts off and threw them at her face.
He fell into the enclosure and it was like Harambe. But with unfriendly chimpanzees.
And no human left that enclosure alive.
She missed having a man in her life. She remembered how happy her own mom was when dad was alive. She never let another man in her life and she was so lonely right up to the end.
Laurie didn’t want that. She didn’t want to be lonely or die lonely.
And how long they stayed around depended on how long they could tolerate Timmy’s needs.
Timmy was all-encompassing and stressful such were his needs. He really needed his mom to take care of him, such a sensitive boy.
She wasn’t sure how long she could go on for. She wasn’t getting any younger.
Maybe a man in her life would help Timmy grow up.
So she kept on looking for a man. A good man. But soon looking for a good man became looking for any man.
She hadn’t dared tell Timmy.
He hadn’t reacted well many times before.
She grabbed her clothes quickly and she ran to the door. Her date was outside….
She promised Timmy she would make or bring him more foal tendies when she got back from “work”.
Her date wasn’t waiting long for her. He looked up at Timmy leering out the window. Was he even wearing pants?!
What a Creepy fat fuck!!
How could Laurie produce a thing like that?!
Timmy had been watching his bitch mommy leave him early.
Why was she talking to that Chad?!
Was she planning on finding a Chad Daddy for Timmy?!
He REEEEEEEEEDDDDDD out the window as loud as he could in the direction of Chad’s car.
His mom must have noticed, it was loud enough to call her back to her beloved baby boy.
Why wasn’t bitch mommy coming back?
What a Cunt.
His stomach was feeling a little funny tonight. He had shit his pants in the kitchen before.
Very rumbly, like he could make poopies at any moment. Which he had in the kitchen. He ate what was left of the foal tendies that had been left for him. He had to keep up with what he had lost in poopies….
After a while, Timmy was getting a little bored going online, he hated seeing normies online (especially on 4chan) and began to bait them for their views and referred to them only as trannies.
But that just wasn’t enough fun for tonight. His poorly tummy meant he wasn’t in the mood for trolling and owning normies……
He was feeling a little lonely after all without his mom.
But most of all he was bored……and horny. Was Chad the reason his mom pulled out the slut dress?
Timmy could entertain himself at least. He had better things to do than think about that Chad with his bitch mommy!!!
He decided to put on his favourite fluffy video, “Educational Fluffy Breeding Instructions pt.3”
There was a lot of enfing in the video to say the least.
Timmy took a lot of interest in this. His arm began moving like muscle memory many times before……
A whimper had come out from behind a pile of Timmy’s dirty clothing.
“Pwee……Daddeh……can hav…….nummies…….Pwee?”
Bloomy, his secret pet fluffy, was starving and barely alive.
It was a truly wretched and pathetic looking fluffy.
Weeks ago, it looked vital and full of life despite its lack of food, he was just a foal looking for nummies with his mummeh.
And then he was “rescued” by Timmy. And all Timmy had was daddy milkies to feed him.
He missed his mummeh. No fluffy ever questions being rescued.
There was barely food to be had here in Timmy’s room which served as the fluffy’s fetid prison.
Bloomy had somehow found a way to survive the disturbing hygiene conditions and his master’s neglect in the room.
He mainly ate his own faeces, scraps of food, mould and mushrooms that had been growing from Timmy’s discarded clothing.
Mainly from his discarded cummies rags.
They were full of life.
This impoverished state had left Bloomy in a brittle and fragile state. He hadn’t the appropriate nutrients to grow and was only slightly bigger than a weaned foal.
The room had stunk awful and Timmy’s mom never set foot in the room.
She had made that mistake once and Timmy threw his shit sock at her and REEEEEED at her.
She had interrupted his marathon hentai session. The shitsock was flung with such aggression, it gave her a sore, brown eye.
Bloomy begged his master for nummies.
He was scared of Timmy’s sorry stick, The Nippon Steel ™, and he had seen his mother perish by the cheap plastic toy sword. It was such an awful death but he was being rescued by Daddeh so all was okay……
Timmy’s new Nippon Steel ™ was longer and more colourful. It cost a few bucks more than the original……
Bloomy begged his Daddeh for nummies.
Anything!! Even if it was a little nummies
He couldn’t take his tummy hurties no more…
There was no more mould and fungi that he could eat in the room. He hadn’t eaten enough to make enough poopies to eat.
He had long ate them all.
He really wanted some skettie or any nummies at all, please daddeh he begged.
Timmy instead watched the fluffy porn transfixed, unmoving, drool and grease had been falling from his disgusting mouth.
He was “cuddling” into his waifu body pillow. He dwarfed it.
He was no longer sure which of his many waifus it was meant to be, the stains and the sweat had long eroded away the dye leaving only a blur with many blotches and stains.
He had filtered out the pained cries of the fluffy many weeks ago, and as far as he was concerned, Bloomy was no longer cute and didn’t exist really.
Timmy didn’t even care enough about him to give him forever sleepies and permanently put him out of his fetid and squalid misery.
Timmy “cuddled” into the pillow some more, the scenes were getting more stinkier. Who had taught these fluffies to do that?!
Timmy’s tummy felt really funny again, gurgling violently, he felt like he needed to go potty.
But why did he need the potty really?! He was a big boy!!
He didn’t want to leave the room whilst he was watching the mare getting Enfied.
He often shat in his room.
Why was his tummy still so sore?
It was the fucking vegetals!!!
It had to be Bitch mommy who did it to him!!!
SHE TRIED TO POISON HER GOOD BOY WITH VEGETALS!!!
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Timmy violently shat himself in his room, the sheer amount of shit flooded the room.
Half formed food was visible in his gooey and fluid diarrhoea. As well as Foal tendies……
The poopie smell was unbearable to Bloomy, but he had to eat.
He took bites out of the meaty parts of the half-digested foal tendies.
He also took bites from the half-formed poopies.
He couldn’t tell what was partly food and what was mostly poopies. He had to eat it.
He thanked his Daddeh for nummies as last.
Timmy went back to his fluffy porn, he hadn’t even heard the weak fluffy voice giving him gratitude for his offerings……
The poopie smell was making Bloomy’s stomach sick but this was so much better than tummy hurties.
Timmy pulled his pants back up. He missed his Poopie jug but it didn’t matter. He didn’t even shrug and bother checking out what Bloomy was doing….
Bloomy had began to look up at the TV screen.
The fluffy porn!
A switch had flicked in his little head and he stared transfixed at mare being enfied lots!!
He had never seen anything like it but he wanted to see more!!
He watched and watched and watched whilst being surrounded by Timmy’s hot and bubbling diarrhoea shit.
He stopped for occasional bites into the faeces.
Bloomy really wanted to enf something now, and he was beginning to get blue balls.
He had never enfied ever!! And he really wanted to enfie now!!
He couldn’t take his eyes off it!!
He’d never seen so many special places!!
He really wanted enfies and babbehs.
He begged his Daddeh for a special friend.
Timmy ignored Bloomy’s cries.
Timmy had seen a lot of fluffy pen and decided he needed a mare to keep.
They were such beautiful things to keep after all.
Certainly the cutest and most practical of all fluffies.
Timmy began to think about their special places.
It had been too long since he touched one. He really wanted a Fluffy Waifu!!
Just like the movies he had seen.
He couldn’t go next door.
That asshole Chad wouldn’t let anyone touch his fluffies and he hated Timmy for some reason.
He would smite that asshole with his Nippon Steel ™ one day.
His house arrest was over, he could just pick a mare up from the street!
He got up off his bed and knocked Bloomy into a pile of clothes covered in shit and cummies.
Bloomy couldn’t take his blue balls anymore and decided to enf the pile of clothing right there.
He felt so relieved but he wished it was a mare like on the teebee.
Timmy didn’t have to go too far to look for a fluffy. He had seen one resting by the bush close to his garden from his window.
He rubbed his hands and greasy fingers with pure delight.
There was a mare who had been sleeping at the end of the street.
In fact, a nice lady used to give her and her other Babbehs nummies.
She had been given buttered noodles and it was the best thing ever!! Made lots of nice milkies for babbehs.
She had more tummy babbehs now and her other Babbehs had been saved from the streets by some nice Daddeh who had a little Daddeh too.
Now she was the last one and she would be soon-mummeh with soon-babbehs very soon.
Her special friend had gone looking for nummies and had been gone for too long now.
She was so scared being alone.
The night was dark but she sang a song to herself, her special friend would be back soon with all the nummies for tummy babbehs and soon-mummeh.
She had rested by the bush where the nice lady lived! She would bring her nummies too if she seen soon-mummeh!!
She had heard a noise and stopped singing.
Was it nice lady?
Special friend?
But it was neither, it was something scary.
She burst into tears, she had seen a fat munstah.
She couldn’t run, she begged for no hurties, she was a soon-mummeh with tummy babbehs.
The munstah had picked her up and had looked at her all over.
He looked at her special place.
She begged him to not hurt special place and tummy babbehs and she was soon-mummeh.
The munstah instead slowly walked back to the house holding her.
She stopped crying once she realised there was no hurties but she was so scared she let off frightened poopies.
It left a trail leading into the house.
The Munstah did not speak to her.
Timmy took the scared fluffy upstairs.
The stairs smelled not pretty but it smelt far worse once it got closer to Timmy’s room.
Like walking away from someone farting but walking into a slaughterhouse with the temperature set high spoiling the meat.
And someone farted in that room too.
Timmy’s room didn’t seem big enough for what he had in mind.
His mom was out working…with that Chad away from her baby boy!!
Her room was free though….
Laurie was heading home in the cab, with company.
His name was Chris, she had met him at the bar at her job. Her date for tonight. He had picked her up in his buddy’s car before and was too drunk to drive….it had been such a good night for both of them…
He’d been single for a while and had been on a long string of dates.
With no takers.
He was pretty creepy in fairness but Laurie had no complaints.
The over 30 dating scene is a minefield. The older you get the worse it gets….
And it’s not like she wasn’t hiding anything back home……
She opened the door and they both went to the couch. Neither noticed the stinky aroma of the house and Laurie wasn’t concerned about the shit spillage in the kitchen.
Chris suggested going upstairs but Laurie didn’t want to.
She knew how bad it smelt. And once you got close to it could no longer be hidden.
Chris insisted and carried her upstairs.
Laurie laughed as he took her in his arms and lifted her up……
The light was already on in her room…….the door opened………what the fuck?!
And a giant fat and shit covered ass was the first thing they both saw.
The brown eye looked back at them and it truly was like looking into the abyss.
Timmy rolled off the bed panting and panicking.
He had been caught.
Laurie’s sheets were stained from his tainted body.
He also had his pecker out. It was usually hidden under how blubber, but the angle revealed a disturbing amount.
There was also a fluffy on the bed.
Crushed and gasping for air.
Timmy had tried to enfie it but his fat gut stopped that from happening.
He would remain a virgin forever!!!
The fluffy was crying and screaming and gasping and in a severe amount of pain.
It began to shit and give birth to her half formed babbehs on the bed.
The bed was covered in hot shit now and the half formed Babbehs writhed before they drowned in the fluffy’s shit.
They never stood a chance.
Laurie recognised the body of the fluffy and vomited….
Chris was furious……why the fuck was this retard ruining his night?
Timmy had picked up his blobby body.
His stained t-shirt on and no pants.
Gripping his plastic toy sword in hand.
He demanded Chad to leave right now or face his wrath.
Timmy swung at him with the plastic sword.
Chris swung back with his fist and a fight ensued.
Timmy was quickly disarmed and both men struggled against each other.
Timmy began to slap away to stop himself from being hit.
His mom was screaming in the corner, cowering. Chris managed to get the upper hand and managed to grip Timmy’s throat.
Timmy shat himself and panicked.
And in that moment he used all of his retard strength and pushed against the hand and fell down hard on the runtisg and puny Chad.
He broke his ribs and was crushed by Timmy’s dead weight.
Timmy struggled to pick himself up and flailed ontop of the fallen chad’s body who was wailing out in humiliation and defeat.
Timmy REEEEEED out loudly and demanded his mother help him up and make him tendie nummies for saving her from this boorish Chad.
Bloomy had been disturbed by the noise.
He could smell a mare in the house!!
Daddeh had finally got him a special mare for enfies and play time!!
He followed the smell into the other bedroom.
He couldn’t see the mare but he could hear it and he could smell it.
He was so confused.
He followed the smell.
He found it!!
He began to enfie away.
Unfortunately for Timmy, it was a fold of fat that Bloomy was fucking.
His body had the pheromones and scent of a pregnant mare.
Laurie had begun to have a panic attack whilst calling an ambulance.
Chris at this point was struggling to breathe and was struggling to recall if he had ever had a worse way to end a date than this.
He laughed when he remembered he had.