The Police Would Be In My Front Door If I'm Not A White, Straight, Bible-thumping, Masculine American

The police would be in my front door if I'm not a white, straight, Bible-thumping, masculine American men with the way I have this many guns in my stash. But ever since I abandoned my Venezuelan look and slipped inside the local gym owner Drake Hawthorne, the police, the shop owner or any sort of registry never even bother to check my licenses whatsoever and left me to purchase all these guns left and right as if this is just some toy gun or something. Talk about white privilege doubled with Hawthorne's status as a war hero, this guy is legitimately making all those so-called masculine patriot creaming in their pants listening to his stories with the way he really fitted to the idealized masculine trope of modern American men. Me? Well, as I said, I'm just a Venezuelan dirtbag using this white papi as tools to do my hobby, after all, the way my life was really threatened by the regime spies and proponent until I hid inside Drake, that was the reason why I started collecting guns as a way to protect myself and somehow, I simply can't stop.

Hmmmm....with all these guns, maybe I can even have my own set of bodyguards? I can just stuff some of the people that I can trust into Hawthorne's inner circle and we can back each other up. Damn....why I never thought of such brilliant plan?

Time Changes People

It's been a week Carol landed in her son's body and she had settled in remarkably well. I mean, could you tell anything different?

Matthew was horrified at first but then seemed to grow more concerned about losing his gym progress and keeping on top of his social media and sponsorship deals. And so he began teaching his mom what she needed to do for him. On the first trip to the gym he coached her through it from a distance while on the phone. To any bystanders, it just looked like he was listening to music. She did as asked, posed and took some selfies for posting later in the day. Somehow things came more easily than expected and she felt relieved, relaxed and strong by the end of it.

Finishing up after the session, Matthew realised just how big he'd gotten, which was emphasized from his current petite perspective. He felt strangely proud. He could also smell that his mom had put in the effort - she always said he was a smelly boy, but now he could see why. Carol could also see why now and felt so sweaty and smelly, but she couldn't help these hormones. After getting home and taking off her enormous sneakers, she could smell teenage feet even though she'd only had them on for a few hours.

Over the next few days, they settled in to some form of routine. Matthew kept up the meal prep that he knew his body needed but seemed to whizz around the kitchen with more ease than previously. Then, he'd shout up that food was ready and Matthew would run down and practically inhale large quantities of food. Carol also got really good at social media and seemed to be glued to her phone now. Matthew was a bit concerned and felt a little ignored, as if she was only interested in his phone now. She didn't even have Instagram or TikTok before this happened!

After a few days, Carol found herself in a dilemma. She could feel that her body needed... release. But she was reluctant to act upon it. After about an hour of laying on Matthew's bed and aimlessly flicking through TikToks of cute young girls, fast cars and fitness influencers which the algorithm knew Matthew loved, one of her large hands started rubbing her appendage. It felt sooo good. After just a few minutes of gentle rubbing, she had her first male orgasm. She fell back into the bed and enjoyed the bliss.

Then, she heard footsteps. FUCK. She'd not planned on cumming, nor had she considered that males ejaculate all over themselves like this. Quickly, she pulled off the cum-soaked tshirt and wiped off any excess. The door opened and so she quickly had to just throw the tshirt on the floor and act non-chalantly.

Matthew walked in and turned up his nose at the smell of boy and insisted on opening the window. Carol hadn't noticed any bad smell and thought he must have been exaggerating. Returning to the door after opening the window, Matthew noticed the cumrag next to the bed. Sparing them both the embarrassment, his motherly instinct kicked in and decided to ignore what he had seen. The sheepish '20-year-old' held her breath and hoped he hadn't noticed. It seemed like he'd gotten away with it.

That night, Carol couldn't sleep. Matthew's body clocked was screwed up and he generally got up between 10 and 11. Despite her best efforts, she was doing no better and was groggy when arising in the late morning. It also didn't help that he would insist on her taking caffeinated pre-workout before the gym so it was 11:30pm and still he felt wide awake and full of energy. She'd jerked off for the third time that day and at a loss of things to do in her room, she reached for the PS5 controller.

Before long, it was 3am. The muscle memory of playing Street Fighter came flooding back. Realizing the time and thinking she should probably get to bed soon, she headed to the bathroom and got ready for bed.

But before bed, she still wanted to try out doing a posing video without Matthew being there and bossing her around. After a few attempts, she posted this:

Finally satisfied with the video and getting a buzz from the likes and comments that were flooding in, she finally went to sleep around 04:30am.

She wouldn't get up until gone midday when Matthew would storm in and force her to get up for being lazy.

Aaron Fletcher [extended]

drenched in sweat

daniel meza

"Are you out of your mind? Putting icy slime alien inside my fucking CBD oil? You really think this through, didn't you? You wanted to fuck up your cruel alpha top daddy and turned him into an obedient muscle puppet that will happily fulfill all your wish because now an alien is in control of his body, huh? You fucking traitorous bottom, I'm going to face fuck you till you got throat infection as a punishment!"