I don’t fear death. I don’t fear losing loved ones. The only thing I fear is…Bob the Builder.


I don’t want him to return. On a cold winter night, Bob smashed into my window with his crane, pulled down my blanket and ripped apart my pajama pants. He ripped my asscheeks open and sticked his long hard penis into my tight little asshole. He thrusts and thrusts, as I scream for help. His wife smashes my door down and pulls down her overalls to reveal her omega penis. She shoves it into my mouth to keep me silent as Bob keeps thrusting his wrench in my socket. When he cums, he pulls out…and asks me “Can we fix it?” and an audience of children from below yell “NO WE CAN’T!!”. Bob listens to the children and jumps out of my window, his wife pulls out and jumps out with him. He leaves me broken on my bed with a gaping asshole filled with cum.