My Steamy Story: A old man finds a cake on his desk,he ea...

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Okay, bestie, spill the tea because this was the wildest glow-up of all time, no cap. So, this ancient, like, crypt-keeper-level old man I work with, Gerald, finds this boujee-looking cupcake on his desk. Iconic, right? He just goes for it, no questions asked, total mood.

I’m watching from my cubicle, and sheesh, it starts IMMEDIATELY. He’s chewing and his gross back hair just starts yeeting itself onto the floor. Then, this little stub of a tail pokes out his pants and gets longer, like, swishy. He falls out of his chair and his big beer gut just… deflates, but all that fat slides down to his butt and hips, which are spreading wide AF. I was shook.

His face is morphing hard—his nose shrinks up tiny and his lips get all big and pouty. Then the moans start. Low-key spicy moans, and with each one, these boobs just swell up under his shirt, bigger and bigger until they’re these massive H-cups straining the fabric. His jawline softens into this cute round face, and his thighs thicken up, pressing together. I could actually see his old-man dick getting squeezed between them until it just… inverted. No cap, it turned into a whole pussy right there. His eyes got all doe-like and he just lay there on the floor, panting, this total baddie now. Big yikes, but also? Slay, I guess. Period.