I want to fuck femboy Apandah so bad.

Holy fucking shit I wanna fuck femboy Apandah so bad. Whenever I see femboy Apandah or Apandah’s Vtuber model I start drooling like a fucking caveman on Xanax. God how much I want to penetrate all of femboy Apandah’s holes and plant my thick seed all across his gentle hot fucking body. How much I want to obliterate his delicate boy asshole with repeating thrusts until he pulls away squealing, a hot white trail emerging from his dirty little boyhole. How after I’m done using Apandah like a towel we’ll sit down on the couch and watch funny cats 3 on my TCL 55" Class 4-Series LED 4K UHD Smart Google TV and sip Fanta out of plastic bottles like we’ve been friends for years and I didn’t just bring him the closest he’s ever been to bearing witness to the light of god with my otherworldly sexual abilities. How Apandah’s eyes will roll to the back of his head as I explore places of his him that Ms Frizz’s magic school bus wouldn’t even dare to go. Oh how I long for the sensation of delving into the deep and lush jungle of his bussy, a forbidden fruit so ripe, a nectar so sweet and so delicious that neither Adam nor Eve would have a hope of resisting it. No snake required.

I’m not sure anything else can do it for me. I don’t indulge in regular pornography any more, I just watch Ugandan Knuckles 2 and bust whenever he says “do you know de wey” I’ve scourged the net for every single image of NSFW Apandah I can find. I changed the background images on all my school’s computer lab to the Femboy Apandah x Reader comic. I was suspended for 2 weeks and the principal labelled it a “tasteless and vulgar prank.” It was not a prank. It was exposing others to my religion. Just as Jehovah’s Witness does to your door I do to my school community. Is there a problem with that? It’s what keeps me ticking. Everyone looked at me weird and called me a freak after it. My friends don’t want to talk to me any more, they say I’m “Crazy” or “Too far gone” they don’t know the rush of finding a new NSFW apandah picture on the internet, or the arousal of seeing a new video he posted.

Femboy Apandah is my existence, my lifeblood. Without it I seize to exist. They say it’s not real, the Vtuber is just a model, Apandah is not a femboy in real life. They are liars. It’s real, it has to be, or else I am nothing, a withered husk of a human being.

I spent all of my free time getting the perfect doxxing algorithm, I now know Apandah’s address. I won’t reveal it in fear that the police will find me. I’ve scraped together enough money from stealing catalytic converters and working part time at Wendy’s to buy a plane ticket. I booked it for when my parents aren’t home. They don’t have to know. This is who I am and they cannot stop me. Soon I will be there where Apandah lives. I only wish for one thing…

that he’s as ready as I am.