Little ole Dema was filled to the brim with sexual aroma. Blood flowing like a river to Dema's perverted mind and his lecherous crouch.
"Oh...huhuhuhu~!" He laughed a sexual laugh, that of a Gothic Lolita getting banged by several tentacles in a totally consensual matter whom I might add is totally not underage. But before Dema's Deep♂ Dark♂ Fantasies♂ could be fulfilled, he realised something horrible........ That the Desktop Stripper isn't a futanari! "God dam it," Dema cursed "the site said it would be a futa stripper with gigantic balls and a horsecock! This isn't a horsecock! This is a slightly larger than normal clitoris!" But tragedy struck again, as his loud gibbering about futas, balls, and horsecocks has alerted his mother.
"Didn't I tell you not to shout profanities in my house whilst you play those stupid video games?!?!" His mother roared like an angry lioness.
Dema, like the panicky pervert he is, just remembered he didn't lock the door. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" He gave a reactionary scream.
"That's it!" His mother shouted in response, "I am going up there young man!"
Dema's heart sunk whilst his penis only grow in stature. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" He repeatedly cussed while speeding to the door "I can't let mommy see me like this!" His panic made him speed up more and more until he finally jumped at the door. Sadly, his vain attempts at locking the door only resulted in him breaking the key. "Ag...ur...gah......" tears started seeping down his checks down to the rest of his body, especially the naughty bits. But Dema would not give up! Dema has something others don't, and that is determination! Also a limited edition figurine of Billy Herrington, but that's a story for another day. Dema quickly rushed to his computer, thinking if he turned it off he could justify his cussing and boner through a nightmare and morning wood respectively. He pressed the off switch; the little desktop stripper only placed her soft hands upon her lips and started giggling.
"What the fucK?!?!" Dema cursed more, "is this some sort of fucking Trojan Horse?!?!?"
"Whatever!" He shouted as he pulled the cords out..... but unfortunately he realised that she is no ordinary desktop stripper as her hair turns a deadly magenta and her "Face" becomes a pale mask with four eyes and feet transforming into fleshy high-heels.
"What the....... fuck?!?!" he grunted a grunt of fear and confusion, as his mother's footsteps became louder and louder.
Dema with a quick "Aghyaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh" lifted the monitor in an attempt to dispose of it. However , it was too heavy for him. And thus caused him to fall on his bed which made look like he was having sex with it.
The 3 metre monstrosity known as Demagogue's mother saw the sorry sight. She did not utter a single a word, for nothing can describe what she is seeing. Instead, she rolled up her right sleeve; her arm filled with a many wiggling veins..... like that of the victims of Hell scratching and yelping.... or in Dema's case, a many of nasty, nasty tentacles.
Fortunately for Dema, his erection finally vanished. Unfortunately for him, he will receive the speaking of his life.
His mother grabbed him and placed him on her knees. Dema whimpers more and more as she prepares his but for the worst spank he ever had. Finally after the conditioning, her arms breaks the sound barrier and delivers a sonic blast to his buttocks. Dema cried an earth shattering cry as his but fades out of existence.
Dema has no butt, yet he must shit.
3 days latter:
After acquiring himself an experimental cyber-butt, Demagogue used it to sit on the chair facing his computer. He was so pissed off at that Torjan that will do anything to kill it, including burning both his monitor and computer. But much like his butt, it faded out of existence.