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It was weeks after I had turned the redneck into a super bottom boy. Oh, poor Tank became a tank for taking cock. I loved how his ass jiggled every time one of the other toys fucked him. I had twelve toys, but that still didn’t feel like enough. It was time to acquire one more.
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2,478 |
8/18/25 | |
I went to the local redneck bar to scoop out my next toy. I had a taste for what I could do now. I had just twisted my pompous neighbor into a stereotypical chav. What to do. Well more like who to do next.
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2,799 |
8/14/25 | |
I had a new purpose in my demonhood. To add to my collection and Alistair, that posh four-eyed jerk that I had my eye on for some time. Maybe he needed some readjusting.
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3,594 |
8/4/25 | |
I had some questions for Gabriel about the book in my vision. After that, I was going to invite the boy next door over. He was next.
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2,385 |
7/25/25 | |
A week had gone by since I flipped the script for Austin. He seemed to fall into his new role within the harem well. I was enjoying Austin sucking my cock when there was a knock on the door.
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2,946 |
7/14/25 | |
I now have a sizeable thirteen-room mansion. I have seven men. I need more men, and I knew just the club to attend. The Pride Palace
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3,629 |
5/18/25 | |
I was finished with Juan. A nice bottom Brazilian boy with a thick ass and a small dick. The lawyer, Ethan, was still frozen in the room. I couldn’t just let him leave. How could I resist an extra treat when it was so readily available and had willingly extended my new layer?
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2,230 |
4/27/25 | |
I was starting to accumulate more men than this two-bedroom apartment could accommodate. My powers continued to grow, as I had just made Alaric into the man he is now. I knew there was a mansion in town that could be mine.
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3,613 |
4/11/25 | |
After my Saturday meal and dessert it seemed like I was satisfied. it was filling, but not for much longer.
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2,350 |
3/30/25 | |
I had served some punishments, and they were all delicious. I thought about other ways to soak up despair. The person I thought of first was my best friend, Eric, who had a body similar to what I used to have. Eric happened to be a bottom boy, but I knew that could change just like his twinky self could change.
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2,234 |
3/24/25 |