Feeling the doctor's hands squeezing my ample breasts as I ride up and down on his rigid pole, was intoxicating. So bold, so strong, so masculine, this is what I've needed. I'm no longer doctor Jekyll's pathetic skinny young male assistant. I'm his lover, his slut, his filthy wanton fuck toy. I begged him to make his test subject. Helping with research was reaching within, calling my true nature and the substance pulled her through. The liquid, caused my skinny male form to stretch and bulge and swell in all the places that Henry just loves. I'm not going to tell him how corrupted I am, I'm playing the romantic, it seems to be his thing, but I don't know how long I can control myself, before the sexual monster takes full control.
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