Bottom Ford Week 2025
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He manages to hold it together until the end of the tour. As he walks past the vending machine to coax his guests into the gift shop does he realize where the smell is coming from.
Tendrils seem to waft under the metal and curl wantonly around Stan’s arms, trying to pull him away, trying to seduce him into the darkness he swore to never return to.
The blasted smell is coming from the basement.
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For Bottom Ford Week: Day 1 - Teratophilia (Monster Fucking)Series
- Part 1 of Bottom Ford Week 2025
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His fingers squeeze together so hard his knuckles creak. Stan leans down, shaggy hair spilling over his shoulder and brushing teasingly against Ford’s cheek. His fingers card through the fistful of hair almost tenderly. Ford’s eyelids flutter with the urge to close them.
The curse keeps them wide open, faint tingles zapping straight into his frontal lobe. It makes him unbearably harder.
Stan whispers, voice deep, hungry, “You wanna come?”
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For Bottom Ford Week: Day 3 - Possession / BDSMSeries
- Part 2 of Bottom Ford Week 2025
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Stan grins, all soft and satisfied, and Ford can’t look away. This is as much of a gift as the spa trip. Ford stares for as long as he dares, soaking in the joy and glimmering eyes of his brother.
“You know what, gimme those too.” Stan grabs Ford’s glasses and slides them off his face quickly. Ford makes a noise of protest as the glorious sight of his twin gets muddled by his bad vision. He can see enough to know that Stan popped his glass onto his own face, beaming with a bright grin.
“Really?”
“What, you gonna them wear in the tank?” Stan elbows him and nods towards the counter where his attendant is waiting for him to finish signing the paperwork with a bored expression.
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For Bottom Ford Week: Day 6 - Sensory DeprivationSeries
- Part 3 of Bottom Ford Week 2025
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Ford struggles to prop himself up on his elbows, desperate and dizzy in turn to comply with his doctor’s orders. Once he’s steady again Dr. Pinesfield glides his hand up to rest on Ford’s stomach under the gown. “Good. Thank you, Stanford.”
His reward other than the soft praise is Dr. Pinesfield working in another finger, slow and steady. The stretch burns but in a slowly sizzling building desire kind of way. Ford’s body pushing its limits and being forced to adapt has been something he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel again since returning home.
It’s a bit overwhelming how quickly his body gets with the program, pumping out unneeded adrenaline as if this is a life-or-death situation and not his doctor with a few fingers up his ass.
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Bottom Ford Week: Day 8 - RoleplaySeries
- Part 4 of Bottom Ford Week 2025