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It's a sign of status, he tells you. Every warlock had one...and he was feeling left out, he tells you.

No point trying to rip that chain off your neck. You wanted it. You accepted it. You didn't care why he was just giving it to you. It's not fair...! He didn't say this would happen! You gawk at your hands as they swell up with meat, getting heavier. You watch your fingers thickening and lengthening.

They feel so clumsy as you scratch at your pits and belly and shoulders. You wrap your long swollen fingers around the neck chain and try yanking on it some more.

It's too late, he tells you. Must be so itchy, sprouting all that body hair, he comments. You feel embarrassed as your tank top gets smaller and snugger, riding up your gut as it pushes out with a layer of flab. In fact, you can feel layers of flab bubbling and plumping your arms and legs, your butt cheeks, your pecs...

Your shoes are bulging all over, he tells you. You try to ignore him, but he keeps talking...telling you how uncomfortable and constricting your shoes are...telling you to stop holding back...to relax...Don't be ashamed...Just let go...Let your big thick toes out...

It's so embarrassing, seeing your huge toes blow out the fronts of your shoes. You feel dizzy. Your heart is pounding with shame and excitement. Your feet begin throbbing as they start to creak and snap, gradually stretching in length and bloating with girth.

It's okay to have an erection, he tells you. Growing big feet feels so good, he tells you. The rubber and stitching of your Nike's pop and tear open as your feet blimp up with meat. Your voice cracks and deepens as you let out a shriek, watching your elongating feet slide out of the broken and bursted tattered flaps. The crotch of your shorts inflates with the bunched up bulge of your thickening cock and plumping testicles.

The pressure inside your skull rapidly expands until it releases with a loud crunch, forcing out a protruding brow. Your eyes roll up in your head as your thoughts scatter. You clasp one large hand against the side of your skull in a state of disorientation.

It's hard to think with big feet, he tells you. Your eyebrows grow bushier and connect. Big feet make you feel dumb, he tells you.
You feel so hot. "B-BiG...FeEET...SweaTY..." you stammer. Why would you tell him that? You grip onto the front of your tight tank top and tear it off your hairy torso.

Look at your feet, he tells you. Look at those big, fat sausage toes, he tells you. As you lean forward, your spine snaps and cracks, bending you over into a hunch. Your arms lazily hang down in front of you, dangling your huge heavy fists.
You're eyes go crossed as you watch your finger and toe knuckles sprouting kinky hairy bushes.

Your dick twitches and throbs as he tells you to drop to your knuckles...tells you to be a good neanderthal pet...As soon as your hairy fat knuckles smack against the floor, your shorts split open up your rear and tear apart across your thick thighs. Tattered strips of cloth desperately cling onto your waist, chubby butt cheeks and crotch.

Your ears stretch and grow larger, sticking out from your head. Your lips swell, your nose widens and nostrils pull further apart. Your skull groans and crunches, becoming thicker. Your hair falls out as your hairline recedes. Kinky hair sprouts out of your cheeks and jaw.

You cant help but ook and hump at the air as he scratches the nappy short hair on top of your head. He unzips his pants and plops his cock and balls on your face. Neanderthals with big feet are so horny and gay, he tells you. You snort and lick his cock and sack, humping your hips until the last strips of your shorts burst and fall off. It feels so good to let your fat swollen balls and thick veiny neanderthal cock hang out and flop around between your bowed legs.

You thrust at the air, slapping your beefy chode up against your gut, letting it drool pre all over your big hairy feet as you suck off the warlock like a good pet should.

Every warlock had one. A pet neanderthal faggot. It was a sign of status. Showing off how they ruined some attractive cocky boy. Showing off how they corrupted and perverted him.

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It's a sign of status, he tells you. Every warlock had one...and he was feeling left out, he tells you.

No point trying to rip that chain off your neck. You wanted it. You accepted it. You didn't care why he was just giving it to you. It's not fair...! He didn't say this would happen! You gawk at your hands as they swell up with meat, getting heavier. You watch your fingers thickening and lengthening.

They feel so clumsy as you scratch at your pits and belly and shoulders. You wrap your long swollen fingers around the neck chain and try yanking on it some more.

It's too late, he tells you. Must be so itchy, sprouting all that body hair, he comments. You feel embarrassed as your tank top gets smaller and snugger, riding up your gut as it pushes out with a layer of flab. In fact, you can feel layers of flab bubbling and plumping your arms and legs, your butt cheeks, your pecs...

Your shoes are bulging all over, he tells you. You try to ignore him, but he keeps talking...telling you how uncomfortable and constricting your shoes are...telling you to stop holding back...to relax...Don't be ashamed...Just let go...Let your big thick toes out...

It's so embarrassing, seeing your huge toes blow out the fronts of your shoes. You feel dizzy. Your heart is pounding with shame and excitement. Your feet begin throbbing as they start to creak and snap, gradually stretching in length and bloating with girth.

It's okay to have an erection, he tells you. Growing big feet feels so good, he tells you. The rubber and stitching of your Nike's pop and tear open as your feet blimp up with meat. Your voice cracks and deepens as you let out a shriek, watching your elongating feet slide out of the broken and bursted tattered flaps. The crotch of your shorts inflates with the bunched up bulge of your thickening cock and plumping testicles.

The pressure inside your skull rapidly expands until it releases with a loud crunch, forcing out a protruding brow. Your eyes roll up in your head as your thoughts scatter. You clasp one large hand against the side of your skull in a state of disorientation.

It's hard to think with big feet, he tells you. Your eyebrows grow bushier and connect. Big feet make you feel dumb, he tells you.
You feel so hot. "B-BiG...FeEET...SweaTY..." you stammer. Why would you tell him that? You grip onto the front of your tight tank top and tear it off your hairy torso.

Look at your feet, he tells you. Look at those big, fat sausage toes, he tells you. As you lean forward, your spine snaps and cracks, bending you over into a hunch. Your arms lazily hang down in front of you, dangling your huge heavy fists.
You're eyes go crossed as you watch your finger and toe knuckles sprouting kinky hairy bushes.

Your dick twitches and throbs as he tells you to drop to your knuckles...tells you to be a good neanderthal pet...As soon as your hairy fat knuckles smack against the floor, your shorts split open up your rear and tear apart across your thick thighs. Tattered strips of cloth desperately cling onto your waist, chubby butt cheeks and crotch.

Your ears stretch and grow larger, sticking out from your head. Your lips swell, your nose widens and nostrils pull further apart. Your skull groans and crunches, becoming thicker. Your hair falls out as your hairline recedes. Kinky hair sprouts out of your cheeks and jaw.

You cant help but ook and hump at the air as he scratches the nappy short hair on top of your head. He unzips his pants and plops his cock and balls on your face. Neanderthals with big feet are so horny and gay, he tells you. You snort and lick his cock and sack, humping your hips until the last strips of your shorts burst and fall off. It feels so good to let your fat swollen balls and thick veiny neanderthal cock hang out and flop around between your bowed legs.

You thrust at the air, slapping your beefy chode up against your gut, letting it drool pre all over your big hairy feet as you suck off the warlock like a good pet should.

Every warlock had one. A pet neanderthal faggot. It was a sign of status. Showing off how they ruined some attractive cocky boy. Showing off how they corrupted and perverted him.