rbbrpigmen:Jack felt different. Older, even. His tongue licked his tobacco-tasting moustache as he r
rbbrpigmen:Jack felt different. Older, even. His tongue licked his tobacco-tasting moustache as he reached for a cigar. As he shifted, he realised his hole was plugged. He moaned to himself as it manouvered within him. He was sure he was supposed to be at a job somewhere, but let the pleasure take him over. He found a note by his bed. It read: “Last night you said you hated the bar whores, mostly because you wish you could be more like them. Your wish was our command!”Then Jack realised. And eventually a smile crept across his face. He was a bar whore. He looked at himself in his thong and knew it had to be true. Looking at the clock he started to prep himself for his next shift. -- source link