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COP HUMOR or POTENTIAL ASSESSMENT ?

Seems like our handsome hunky guard got all tired and worn out after using his favorite prisoner for his pleasure on tonight's overnight shift - and used his break to take a nap.

That's when 2 other senior guards managed to move him to the lab without waking him. They got him on the exam table for the med team and left him for the doc. Seems our facility doctor has had his eye on our guard here for some time - and decided he would make the perfect test subject. He managed to secure the device to him, ran 3 cycles of cum extraction and the guard never lost his hard on or showed any signs of waking up. BUT - Seems like the fluid pump in process is what woke him - kind of painful, but a necessary part of this for the doctor to continue his research -

The guard still thinks the other guards are fucking around and playing a joke on him....

did some tryouts face swapping

The wires retract and the server drone step out

It will be an effective server drone

The sun was dipping low over the stadium, casting a warm, golden light over the crowd as Matt sat in his usual seat near third base. The game wasn’t exactly thrilling, but Matt’s attention wasn’t on the field—it was on Bruiser the Bear, the team’s beloved mascot. With his oversized, muscular bear costume and exaggerated antics, Bruiser always stole the show.

Tonight, something unusual happened. After finishing his between-innings routine, Bruiser didn’t head back toward the field or the dugout. Instead, Matt watched as the giant mascot lumbered toward the restroom. Matt’s curiosity was instantly piqued. *Who’s under that costume?* He had always wondered. Without really thinking, he stood up and followed, slipping quietly into the restroom behind the massive figure.

Inside, Bruiser stood at the mirror, still fully suited, the large bear head twisted slightly, as if trying to look over his shoulder. The muffled voice that came out was almost comical, but there was a hint of frustration.

“Hey, man. Could you, uh, help me out?” the bear said, pointing to his head. “It’s stuck, and I can’t get it off.”

Matt’s heart raced. Here was his chance. He stepped forward, grabbed the bear head, and with a strong pull, managed to free it.

And there he was. The guy underneath was ridiculously hot—dark, messy hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, a chiseled jaw, and intense brown eyes. He gave Matt a grateful, almost sheepish smile.

“Thanks, man. This thing’s brutal. I’m Jake, by the way,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow. His voice was deep, and his muscles still bulged beneath the padding of the costume.

Matt barely managed a response, his mind already racing with the idea he’d been too nervous to voice before. “No problem... Jake.” He paused, and then the words came out quickly. “You know... I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be the mascot. What if we switch? Just for a couple of innings.”

Jake blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, what? You want to wear *this*?” He gestured to the bear suit. “Dude, it’s insanely hot in here, and it’s not exactly easy.”

“I’m serious,” Matt said, stepping closer. “You’ve been doing this all game. Take a break, grab a drink. Let me take over. I bet no one would even notice.”

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not just the suit, man. There’s padding, and it’s... complicated. You have to wear everything. Even the underwear.”

Matt’s breath hitched. “That’s fine. I’ll wear it all. Whatever you’re wearing, I’ll wear. I just want to know what it’s like.”

Jake gave him a long look, clearly skeptical. “You really want to do this? We’re gonna have to completely switch—everything. You’ll be in my gear, and I’ll have to wear your clothes.”

Matt nodded without hesitation. “I’m in. Let’s do it.”

Jake sighed but grinned. “Alright, you asked for it.”

They moved into a large stall at the back of the restroom, and Matt felt a thrill of excitement as Jake started stripping out of the bear suit. First, the padded muscle arms came off, followed by the thick padding that made Bruiser so huge. Jake worked quickly, and soon he was down to just his compression shorts and a tight undershirt, both of which clung to his toned body, drenched in sweat.

“Alright, let’s do this in order,” Jake said, pulling off his compression gear. “We gotta start fresh.”

Jake stepped out of the last of his clothes, leaving him completely naked for a moment. His body was as muscular and defined as Matt had imagined. Matt quickly began stripping as well, shoving his shirt and jeans aside until he was down to nothing. The air between them was thick with anticipation.

“First,” Jake said, handing Matt a pair of Bruiser-themed briefs, the same ones Jake had been wearing. “You wear these. They’re designed to keep everything... in place.”

Matt took the briefs, feeling the warmth from Jake’s body still clinging to them. He slid them on, the tight fabric hugging him snugly. Next, Jake handed him the compression shorts and undershirt, and Matt quickly put them on, feeling the same tightness that Jake had endured.

“Now the padding,” Jake instructed, handing over the heavy, muscular suit that gave Bruiser his iconic bulk. Matt wriggled into it, adjusting the massive arms and legs as Jake helped him zip up the back. The padding was thick and hot, but it made Matt feel twice his size.

Once the padding was in place, Jake handed over the fur suit. Matt pulled it on, the thick fur pressing against the padding, making him feel even bulkier. As soon as the fur was on, Jake grabbed the bear’s uniform—a baseball jersey and pants—and started helping Matt into it. Jake tucked the jersey into the pants, adjusting the belt, and stepped back to look at him.

“You’re almost there,” Jake said, grinning. “Just one more thing.”

Jake picked up the massive bear head and placed it over Matt’s head, securing it into place. Suddenly, Matt *was* Bruiser. He moved in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection in awe. He looked just like the mascot that had been entertaining the crowd all night.

“Not bad,” Jake said, clearly amused. “But now I need something to wear.”

Jake turned and picked up Matt’s clothes—his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers. Still in nothing but a smile, Jake casually slid into Matt’s boxers, then pulled on the jeans and shirt, adjusting the fit. The sight of Jake in his clothes felt strangely intimate, like they had really completed the switch.

“Alright, Bruiser,” Jake said, clapping Matt on the back, “get out there and don’t screw it up.”

Matt gave him a thumbs-up, the oversized bear paw making the gesture look almost comical. He stepped out of the restroom, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. The suit was heavy, the padding stifling, but it didn’t matter. He was Bruiser, and for the next couple of innings, the crowd was his.

As he lumbered out onto the concourse, the fans immediately began cheering. Matt gave high-fives to kids, danced a little, and tried his best to mimic Jake’s usual routine. It was harder than it looked—his movements were clumsy, and the heat inside the suit was almost unbearable—but the adrenaline kept him going. He was living a dream, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Jake—now dressed in Matt’s clothes—wandered back to the stands with a drink in hand, watching as Matt stumbled through the mascot routine. He leaned back, relaxed, enjoying the break and the sight of someone else sweating inside the suit for a change.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably just a couple of innings, Matt was drenched in sweat, exhausted but exhilarated. He slipped back into the restroom, where Jake was waiting.

“How’d it go, Bruiser?” Jake asked, grinning.

Matt pulled off the bear head, gasping for air. “Man, you weren’t kidding about this thing. It’s brutal.”

“Yeah, but you did alright,” Jake said, stepping forward to help him unzip the suit. “Let’s switch back before you pass out.”

They moved quickly, both eager to return to their normal clothes. Jake peeled off the fur, the padding, and the undershirt, until Matt was back down to just the mascot briefs. Jake stripped out of Matt’s clothes, handing them back before getting into his compression gear and padding once again.

Matt, now free from the bear suit, quickly dressed in his jeans and t-shirt. As Jake pulled the bear head back on, he gave Matt a nod of approval.

“Not bad for your first time,” Jake said, his voice muffled again by the bear costume. “But I think I’ll stick to being the real Bruiser.”

Matt laughed, still catching his breath. “Yeah, I think I’ll leave that to you.”