Reposted by Kursed T.B Hansome
real conversation i had when i stayed the night at a friends house that i think about constantly
Kursed T.B Hansome
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Man I be cruising rn. Liking stuff I like 18+ | Artist but wont post on this account <3
![A four panel comic that reads left to right, Tenna and Spamton are the main stars.
A box in the upper left corner provides context: Tenna and Spamton are switching out of their work clothes in the changing room after a shoot...
Spamton raises a finger in question: “I been wonderin'... what's a guy like you got going on under the hood that requires a breastplate?”
“Wires? An engine? If you need some good old fashioned maintenance you know I'm your man. [Free For Your First Checkup] and everything!”
Tenna, surprised at his offer, blushes and sweats a bit. He smiles wide as he replies: “Why that's awfully generous of you Spammy! Though I think you'll find that the contents under my breastplate are a tad more complex than some wires...”
One clawed index finger points to a button in the center of his chest, slowly pressing it.
A box sits above Spamton’s head, reading: “Mechanophilic freak ready for wireplay”
Spamton smiles lecherously as he speaks: “I'm always up for a challenge.
Now just pop ya top off and let yer handyman get a good look at’cha aehehe...”
Tenna laughs off screen: “He He He~”
Spamton cracks one eye open in curiosity, dumbly voicing out a single: “[Eh?]”
Spamton’s jaw drops and both of his typically closed eyes are popping out of his head like a chihuahua. What was once a small dusting of pink on his cheeks has now fully taken over his face in a fiery red. His dress shirt has been dropped and instantly forgotten in the face of what lies before him.
Tenna, now a shadow looming over Spamton’s head with what appears to be two soft and ample attachments on his chest, casually villain monologues it: “Honestly I’m surprised you haven’t pieced it together yet. It’s even in the NAME!”
Tenna, fully presenting the insides of his breastplate: “Y’know… BREASTS Hehe!”
He flushes and steams, his antennae clink together cutely.
Spamton’s heart pops out of his chest. A pair of parentheses lets you know that he’s making sounds like an old dying car.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:qv7a7d2peezjwavepnodlntv/bafkreid4l7wx3ppf7oijnz37obekozqoqwgflhnccqgmlbyihl37fny6xi)
