"..I. I don't know what's going on or where I am..but this shit feels fucking great!💕" Zack said from within the 25 year old sports anchor Janet Joy's body as he continued to plunge his fingers past the new wet lips between his legs. Ms. Joy's ass shaking all the while as Zack maneuvered around the woman's clothing, completely foreign to him. Tight hip hugging white skirt and a small black elaborate thong, Zack's mind was solely bent around pleasing the pent up arousal his new body had while he plumped the dainty nails decorating the tips of his fingers further into his womanhood causing the shaking of his plump ass behind him to grow more and more apparent to the audience watching and to the studio crew, shocked.
Not even a second of air time, all the cameras were cut as choas started erupting around him from the studio. Panicked, Zack quickly pulled out the right hand pleasuring his cunt and ran as all the lights in the massive broadcast studio flickered on surrounding him as he ran. Yelling and swearing wizzing by him as he ran as fast as his jiggly body would take him, ducking and doging equipment and people Zack had to quickly ditch Joy's heels in mid stride before continuing out the emergency exit and out into the blinding daylight of the afternoon New York traffic rush.
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Confused and somewhat scared, Zack frantically searched for a place to lay low. Stubbling as he walked, Zack bounced his new bodacious body down a flight of stairs and into a nearby subway tunnel. Finding a bench, Zack wiped the sweat off his forehead and tucked blonde hair out his face as he sat down and pondered his options. I should contact the guys at home to get me out of..whatever this is.. Zack thought as she reached his hands down to grab the breasts pulling at his shoulders.
This is one hell of an angle..and..yep! I knew it..no bra on.. Zack thought as he toyed with Ms. Joy's chest mildly pleased at his deduction skills as he fingers squished and prodded at the soft teardrops on his chest. I knew this bad girl wasn't wearing a bra, even from the TV you can't hide anything from me! Zack thought chuckling to himself before being pulled back to reality as a voice called to him from the tunnels.
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"Ma'am everything alright?" Called out the echoed voice of a woman caring a bunch of brown paper grocery bags. A tall at least 5'9 curvy blonde wearing a large New York state varsity jacket and a casual gray sweatpants. Throwing his hands immediately out of his white dress, Zack had to think up an exuse quickly. "My girl..erm.. I mean boyfriend kicked me out of his car and left me out of the streets not to long ago..Im just sitting here wondering what I'm going to do with myself..he changed the locks on our apartment with everything I have in it.." Zack said holding his head as to get sympathy from this girl, which it wouldn't be the hardest task in the world on considering the amout of sweat from running had probably ruined the mascara he was wearing helping his efforts.
"Thats like so horrible! You must be so sad right now..here come with me, I got a place where you can stay until your man comes to his senses!" The woman said bending down to usher her hand towards Zack on the subway bench. Torn between this emensly gullible girl's breasts hanging almost out of her jacket as she beckoned him, and his friends at home, Zack's choice was all to easy.
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