Looking in the mirror, you see your friend holding up a black leather jockstrap. You're not sure how you are "seeing" anything without eyes, but you can definately see his grin.
"Damn, Bro. You're kinkier than I expected." He laughs, turning you over in his hands, you feeling everything. "The spell said everyone turns into 'their true self' or some bullshit."
Turning you inside out, he finally finds your mouth. Currently held closed by a cunning fold in the fabric, which he opens up to see your plump lips raised from the dark leather.
"Dude, what the fuck, man?!" You shout.
He lands on the bed laughing. "Oh man, this is better than I thought. You know where your mouth is, right?"
You flex, trying to feel around. Your leather and elastic body makes tiny movements, but barely noticable. "No..."
"Let me show you..." Lifting his legs, he pulls you on without ceremony, raising his butt to adjust you against his crotch. Thankfully he kept his shorts on. "Is my ball sweat giving you a hint?"
Standing up, he stood infront of the mirror again. Posing, showing you how you cupped his junk and lifted his butt cheeks a bit. Your muffled protests were lost, and worse, you could feel a growth in his shorts.
"Damn, you fit pretty well. It's almost a shame to give you away..."
Hunter decides to...
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