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Lick from a bull

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Back at it again 🐷

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Pov: you learn magic and also you’re a little evil.

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Just Posted the full 1 hour mukbang session to OnlyFans, Just wanted to say thank you for the support, and lets keep the good vibes going 🐷

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your going to have to wait to see how much I managed to get in this tank 🐷

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Will never get tired of chugging down calories 😮‍💨

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Spidey to an arrogant cop

Spider-Man -> Cop

Being a webslinger all day might be great for your public relations but makes your local PD very mad. It's easy for Superhumans, they can move faster than a train or punch harder than a bullet, but these men risk their lives.

That resentment led to the PD taking drastic action, taking in Spidey and giving him a make-over, mixing the collective essence of everyone in the PD. Now you're left with Officer Warrens. Hopefully he'll bring all the public relations that Spidey had.

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Hey mate, love your stuff! If possible I'd like to see Spidey become a typical dumb jock!

Maybe he stumbled into the wrong room or finds a cursed item?

Spider-Man -> Jock/Flash Thompson

A clever little plan. Plant a powerful curse on a sweaty, used clothing of that oaf Flash Thompson and watch as noble, heroic and gallant Spider-Man becomes shallow, self-obsessed bully, Flash Thompson.

Though, it seems Spidey doesn't seem to mind.

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Hi! Id love to see Captain America become an all American Surfer bro!

Your work has been really good! I constantly find myself scrolling through!

Captain America -> Surfer bro

The heat really has been a scorcher, and when heading to the beach you better pack appropriately.

A problem the good Captain found out when heading down to a beach in Florida only for the copious amounts of sun, skin and general bro-ishness gets to you and you find yourself ready to start surfing with the bros.

Looks like Cap's found his activity for the summer, though going by how dim he's become, maybe he'll have to stay.

(Thanks! I appreciate the kind words!)

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Bro, if you turn into a wereteen on TV, that's mega cringey. Like, even if you’re cool with just chillin' and handling your business on camera, that's still wild.

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I've seen you talk about permanents with the wereteen virus. How does someone do that and does that really mean they stay looking that age and acting that way for the rest of their lives?

So far, there is only one reasonably confirmed case of PPS. And in this case, the two people concerned had sex with each other at the moment of the actual transformation and swallowed each other's cum as part of a 69 position. It is unclear which of these factors led to the failure of the re-transformation.

This young man has a rare form of SPS that is in many ways similar to PPS: from Monday to Thursday he is back to his normal age, but he is also hairy, ratty, permanently horny and hard and has dubious personal hygiene. According to his own account, he blew himself at the moment of his re-transformation, which is admirable in itself, but more common in wereteens.

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Wereteen News Anchor

It was just another regular evening in the newsroom. The cameras were focused on Richard Weber, the 50-year-old, perfectly-groomed news anchor, standing with impressive authority in front of the green screen for the evening broadcast. His name was Richard Weber, and over the years, he had earned a reputation as one of the sharpest advocates for right-wing conservatism on television. With his conservative appearance and precise, deep voice, he was the visual embodiment of seriousness. But tonight, he felt a little grossed out. The young, hairy intern who had just brought him coffee in the dressing room had questionable personal hygiene. And there had been some sticky, milky liquid on the coffee cup. He’d wiped it off with a tissue, but somehow, his fingers still felt sticky.

The red camera light flicked on. He gathered himself and started reading the news.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he began. "Tonight, we’re reporting on the latest successes of the President, who’s still so new to office…" His words flowed out of him smoothly and precisely, just like he had done for decades. But at that moment, without warning, Richard suddenly felt an unpleasant rush of heat that made him sweat.

"Uh… is it, like, hotter in here?" he murmured, trying not to let the sudden discomfort distract him. A slight dizziness came over him, and he reached up to touch his forehead.

"I… I need a second," he thought to himself, wiping his face with his hand. But then something happened that he couldn’t explain. It started with a weird tingling on his skin, spreading from his neck to his face. He tried to hold it together, but his body wasn’t listening. With a loud snap, he felt his skin become younger, tighter. He glanced at the mirrors behind the camera and saw his features changing. A soft, almost invisible fuzz began to grow on his previously smooth, clean-shaven face. His eyes, which had always appeared serious and thoughtful, suddenly looked bigger and more alive.

He felt another strange jolt – this time in his hair. Richard grabbed his head, but before he could do anything, his hair transformed from a neatly combed-back style to a wild, messy skater look. In less than a minute, he had the hairstyle of a skater.

"What… what is happening?" Richard muttered, his voice starting to change. Instead of the calm, deep resonance he was known for, it now sounded higher, less certain, and almost youthful. He looked at the monitor, where he saw himself in this new, bizarre state. But it wasn’t just his appearance that had changed. Something inside him had shifted, too.

He tried to keep going like nothing had happened, but instead of his usual seriousness, he spoke in a completely new rhythm: "Yo, so like, the President’s done some wild stuff, right? I mean, that guy is straight-up a monster, bro!"

Shit, it was hot. He needed air. Also, his shirt was getting too tight around his chest. He’d probably overdone it at the gym. Damn, what was he thinking? He didn’t even go to the gym… His head suddenly felt light, like he’d been freed from the heavy thoughts of decades. He felt… young. Really young. The words came effortlessly, and he realized he felt almost carefree – like a 21-year-old college bro who had just had an awesome day on campus.

"Okay, okay, so like… I’m just sayin’, folks: the President’s the King. No doubt, what’s goin’ on is the shit, for real!"

Richard Weber, the proud news anchor who had always been a picture of competence and seriousness, was now just a bewildered young guy, surprised by his new, youthful self. He couldn’t focus on world politics anymore – those topics that had once felt so familiar to him. Instead, his whole attitude was now that of a student who had just celebrated finishing a long exam by ordering pizza.

"Uh, yeah, so let’s, like, move on to the next news, bro. I gotta say, things out there are wild…"

Meanwhile, he opened his shirt, revealing his hairy, athletic chest. Fuck yeah, that felt better. Much better!

The screen behind him still showed the same news channel, but Richard Weber was no longer the same. The tough, conservative reporter was gone – left in his place was a young, somewhat confused intern just trying to make it through the night.

Inspiration by @rowdy317