[007—involuntary permanent baseball pants tf, humiliation]
what are you trying to say, bro? I can't hear you through these thick cheeks. it was such a great idea to put your face right in My sweaty ass crack. I told you to stop slapping My ass or you'd regret it, but you didn't listen
to be honest, I don't actually know if living the rest of your pathetic life as My stinking baseball pants is a punishment for you or not. though I'm pretty sure that being face to face with My filthy jockstrap for hours while I sweat in the sun will be. all I know is that either way I fucking love it. you feel better than anything I've ever worn
don't worry, the team won't miss you too much—you make My ass look even more irresistible, and I have a feeling they're all going to be slapping and grabbing at you a lot
but really now man, you've got to stop whining, you're never going to be a human again. the best you can hope for is that one day I'll switch you around to where your face is stuffed in My musky crotch instead of swallowed up in My stinky ass
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