Under the hood

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Mode: Kream

Knowing I'm their old buddy Karl in this knockout body, thanks to a run-in with a feminist witch, should have had my sports-loving beer-drinking motor mechanic colleagues putting me through hell. I expected them to give me a hard time for losing my manhood, ogling my fat tits, and grabbing my ass. 

You know, guy stuff. 

But instead, they've been nothing but respectful and supportive since I came back to work. 

Learning that they aren't quite the unreconstructed knuckle draggers I thought I knew is not just surprising, it's frustrating as hell! 

You see, thanks to my curse, I desperately need to get railed. 

Right now, all I can think about is having their rough, greasy hands all over my soft, new body. Using me, making me beg for their thick, meaty cocks. I'm practically panting for them, and all they want to do is check I'm okay!

Sigh...

 Seriously, what's a new girl got to do to get used like a cheap whore around here?
 

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