Anonymous9(4): Mr Banks' careful research told him the only way to get rid of Mary Poppins and stop her making his life disorderly was by magical means, and so by dint of much effort he replaced her carpet bag with a seemingly identical but malevolently magical one supplied in the Portobello Road market; a trap. When, later that day, the acerbic nanny opened the evil carpetbag, a thick brown tentacle speared up into her mouth. As she struggled to close the bag with one hand, and tug the tentacle free with the other, it wormed into her throat, pushing down into her belly. Mary Poppins’ eyes watered as she gagged on the invading tentacle. A dozen more burst from the bag, curling quickly around her lithe limbs as she struggled desperately but vainly against them. She knew words that could save herself from such a creature, but they were no use to her with her voice box plugged. The sleeping children in the next room heard nothing as thick tentacles slithered around their nanny’s legs under her skirt and then pushed roughly past her panties. The creature in the carpetbag claimed her ass and cunt simultaneously, pumping furiously. The tentacles’ size and very rough pumping initially exacerbated the pain in Mary Poppins’ dry orifices, and blood soon stained the brown flesh. To her increasing horror, the tentacles repositioned her in the air until she was upside down directly above the open carpetbag. She could only see darkness within, but she smelled rotting meat. Her hat remained pinned to her hair as further tentacles lashed out, and squeezed around her small boobs. They slithered around, squeezing tightly until her her nipples pressed out against her dress. The bag began to lower Mary Poppins head first into its dark interior, and she groaned piteously around the tentacle plugging her throat. The rough pounding in her cunt was forcing her body to respond, and she felt a pleasure she hadn’t known in years building through the pain. As she lubricated each thrusting penetration felt even more wonderful. Soon her head was inside the bag, then her upper body. Anybody looking into the room would have seen her tentacle wrapped legs kicking weakly as a forced orgasm was raped from her unwilling practically perfect body. Then just her lower legs, then just her feet then… the bag snapped shut - and that was the end of Mary Poppins. Watching through the gap in the wardrobe door, Mr Banks used his hanky to dab at the mess staining his suit trousers.
Anonymous14: Hopefully Mary will put blackface on her perky BritTits to make them saggy and droopy- all in the spirit of racial equality. Also, please go to hell with your childhood mammaries..I would've prefered a photoshopped version of Julie Andrews..maybe gettin fucked in the clouds by asshole Dick Van Dyke..and give "Dick" a dick worthy of plowing Ms. Poppins, too! Anyone out there up for that creative endeavor? Plze do so and make this American Pig HAPPPEEE!!!!
Anonymous18: @Anonymous: You got issues this picture is great and doesn’t require your approval. You can’t even do anything even remotely close to this!
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