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Alone at home, I prepared for the transformation under the full moon. After clearing the room of all objects, I installed soundproofing devices on the walls, placed a large mirror against one side, and set up cameras in various corners. I locked myself inside the empty room, striped off my shirt, knelt in front of the mirror, and secured my hands with werewolf handcuffs. As I awaited the moment of transformation, I made sure a tranquilizer syringe was nearby for safety.I closed my eyes slowly, allowing myself to sink into a state of deep concentration. With each breath, I focused on regulating my heartbeat, preparing both mind and body for the impending transformation. Sensations began to ripple through me, subtle at first but steadily growing in intensity. I compared these sensations to previous transformations, analysing their nuances and gauging the necessity of the tranquilizer injection. Every muscle twitch, every surge of primal energy, served as a reminder of the impending met
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"Neil, I seem to have sweated a lot, my clothes are all soaked through, could you also help me..."I didn't continue speaking, instead directing his gaze towards the part of me still covered by the blanket. He seemed a bit shy already just looking at my upper body, but now, with my gesture, his face flushed even more crimson. Suddenly, he appeared flustered, unsure of where to proceed from here, uncertain of what he should be doing in this moment. His steady hands now trembled slightly as he pondered his next move, his mind seemingly caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I could sense his hesitation, his inner struggle mirrored in the subtle changes of expression flickering across his face."If it's not okay, that's fine, you've already helped me a lot,"I feigned helplessness, curious to see if he would fall into the trap I had set. This was my second attempt at teasing him; the first time had been in the dressing room, where he fell for it. And now... once again, he fell fo
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"Neil, could you possibly lend me a hand? It's rather painful." "I, uh..." "Don't worry, just handle it as you would your own matters, lend me a hand..." Even though I could easily handle it myself, in this moment, I summoned all my lifelong acting skills and charisma to foster a deeper connection between him and my Little Ryan. Observing his hesitation, I feigned a twinge of pain to prompt him. Startled, he quickly stepped forward to grasp Little Ryan. In a moment of intense grip, I cried out in pain, prompting him to release his hold. I slowly guided him to once again hold the Little Ryan up and down, obviously he had little experience in this aspect, his movements seemed extraordinarily raw, completely mechanical up and down, and even did not know to change the frequency. Maybe my Little Ryan would complain about him, but me, the Big Ryan thought he was too cute seeing him like that. Of course, for the sake of my Little Ryan, I infused my guidance with extra patience. I instru
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