Tongue Punch My Fart Box [JACOB SARTORIUS X TAYLOR LAUTNER BOYXBOY]

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This chapter will have some triggering whatever's in it. As in a baby fetus. If that ain't cool with you, I'll put ** around the picture so you can kinda cover it up.

AND UHM LIKE THIS CHAPTER TOOK A TURN WHOOPS

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•2 months later•

Jacob arrived home, wearing his black suit, and blue suede shoes. His hair was perfectly escalated atop his head.

"Carrot! I'm home. Did you melt the butter for tonight's dinner?"

"Yes, buttermilk biscuit. I did, and the oranges are already steamed as well." Taylor walked around the corner from the kitchen, wearing this cute little apron, and kissed his fiancée.

"If you keep this up, Newt will have a sibling." Jacob smirked, and grabbed the fake tit on Taylor's apron.

"Newt doesn't need a sibling." Taylor bashfully swatted Jacobs hands away. "Not yet anyway." Taylor winked at Jacob, who returned with a slap to Taylor's ass.

As Jacob retracted his hand, his fingers lightly coated in blood.

"Taylor, carrot honey. You have blood coming out your ass." Jacob stared at his hand, wide eyed.

Taylor gasped, and looked to the ground.

"Newt newt muthafuckas." A small red fetus said, supplying a strong Italian accent.

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Newt looked at his parents, held up his middle finger and scurried away underneath the opening under the door.

"Newt newt muthafuckas!" Newts muffled voice was heard from the other side of the door.

Taylor squealed with joy, chasing after his little Newt Newt. "Please baby, come out so mommy can feed you." Taylor shook the bottle of warm carrot juice he had just produced from his titties.

"I don't drink titty milk, bee-itch." Newt responded. "Gimme dat dad dick."

Jacob shrugged and pulled his dad dick from his pants and wandered over to his son. "Drink up big boy."

Newt grinned and swung open the door, taking the dad dick in his small red hands and drank it happily. Newt could never be happier than he was in this state. The small child scurried from side to side with such pure happiness. "Newt newt!" He screeched, snapping Jacobs dad dick in two. "Muthafucka!" He then slid the decapitated dick head into his mouth and gorged on the delicious sausage he got from his father.

Jacob screamed in pain, dropping to the ground, clutching the rest of his jewels. So much blood was pouring from the mans wound, draining him completely dry of any of the red fluid. He was getting dizzy, the vertigo taking over as he fell face down into a pool of his own blood.

Taylor panicked, his eyes widening as he looked down as his small devil child. "What did you do to Jacob?!" He yelped, clutching his heart as he tried to back away from Newt. "You satan child! Get away from me..!" He cried, grabbing a pan from the kitchen counter to defend himself. He threw the pan at Newt, who now was doubled in size. He caught the pan by the handle in his such tiny hands, wielding it out.

"You try an' kill me bee-itch?" Newt bellowed, darting towards his mother with the pan in tow. He began hitting her knees with the skillet, using both hands to get an even force. "NEWT NEWT!"

"Newt newt! Please!" Taylor cried, trying to keep his son in check. But there was no stopping Newt. He had a mind of his own. He was evil. He slammed the pan down harder onto his mothers knee cap, busting it into several pieces.
Taylor crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down his face as he looked up at the monster he created. "Newt.. please.. I am your mother.." he pleaded, stretching his hand oh to his evil child.

"Newt newt has no family." He then slammed the pan repeatedly onto his mothers face. She screamed and cried, but there was nothing she could do. He held up his two tiny middle fingers. "Fuck you!" He exclaimed, running out of the house through the doggy door. Now Newt newt was unleashed in this world, and he was here to raise havoc.