Yar har, still plundering the archives of discarded captions 😓 not sure how much longer I'm going to keep finding new unused ones. This is the upload equivalent of Feathers McGraw building a racetrack 😂 need to fix this damn computer before I run out of track

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Sophie cringed away from her boyfriend's touch. His soft thighs straddled hers as he ground his flat groin with desperate energy, his womanhood hot and eager beneath the pleated folds of his short skirt. She swallowed her disgust as his plump, saline-filled lips pressed against her skin. If she closed her eyes, she could almost picture the man he'd been, the star quarterback who'd taken her over the gym bench just over there with his majestic manhood. But thinking about that stud only made it worse.

"Stop... Stop," she gasped, pushing away his weakened limbs with ease.

"Come on, babe, don't be like this," he snapped, trying to press her back against the lockers. He'd never taken no for an answer before. There'd been a time when she'd found his demanding libido flattering, and the cosmetic alterations conducted by Adopt-An-Adult had done nothing to dampen his lust - on the contrary, the hormones had overcharged it, while denying it an easy outlet following his castration. But now his feeble pawing just seemed pathetic.

"You know I only get two hours a week away from the Jamesons for cheer practice," he snapped. "I became a damn cheerleader just so we could hang out together. Would it kill you to try, more?"

"It's just going to take me time to adjust," she whispered.

As she reached out to caress him, she was struck with the realization that his ass was bigger than hers, his tanned silicone cheeks swallowing up her hand. His insistent hands kept trying to coax hers around between his legs, to satisft his new organ.

If he needs something inside him that badly, he can find someone else for it, she thought angrily.

It wasn't that she had anything against women, she knew. As a cheerleader, she had of course fooled around with many of the girls on the squad. It was the fact that it was him. The hunk that had once been her teenage heart-throb.

Her father had never trusted her boyfriend. 'That boy's a psycho. He'll do just about anything to get what he wants,' he'd said. Now that she saw Samuel's feminized body, perhaps there was some truth to that, she conceded. He'd become the literal girl-next-door, selling himself on the Adopt-An-Adult app to be transformed into their neighbor's daughter. He'd enlisted to the cheer squad soon after. It nauseated her just how quickly he'd picked up the routines.

"Why does it have to be this way?" she sniffed.

"Why?!" he barked. "Because your dad hates any man who dares go near you, and me especially. This is the only way we could be close."

"But in a year, we'd have graduated. We could have run away together, started a new life."

"And how much do they pay ex-college quarterbacks, huh? I'm doing this for us. Do you realize how fucking loaded the Jamesons are? And they dote on their precious Hannah, their perfect new daughter," he sneered. "This is the best career move I've ever made. I've got Mr. Jameson wrapped so tight around my little finger, that I'll squeeze inheritance rights out of him in a year or two. And then..." His lips twisted to hide his dark sneer. "And then sweet, innocent Hannah gets everything, and we'll start the lives we deserve."

She gasped. "You're not going to hurt them, are you? They're your parents."

He slammed her hard against the locker, anger briefly compensating for his amputated muscles. "Don't. Call. Them. That. They're not my real parents. They're just a couple of naive suckers with more money than-"

A knock on the changing room door turned him as silent as a mouse.

"Hannah, sweetie, everything okay in there?" came Mr Jameson's voice through the door. "The game finished an hour ago. Don't you still want a lift home?"

"Everything's great, Daddy!" he called, pitching his voice up into sickly sweet octaves. "I'm just showering! I'll be out in a second!"