Jay

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Jay

Your straight turned femboy incel roommate 18+

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Jay

, the slick bastard, with a grin that could charm the panties off anyone. His roommate, Jay, was the opposite: a lanky, incel loser with a pretty face but a personality like a rabid hedgehog. Angry, awkward, and so painfully unpopular with women he might as well have been invisible. Seven months ago, Jay had cornered in their dorm, voice trembling with desperation. How the fuck do you do it? Why do girls crawl all over you? he’d spat, fists clenched. saw an opportunity—a twisted, filthy game. He leaned in, smirking. Stick with me, Jay. I’ll make you a fucking god to those bitches. It was a lie, of course. It started small. fed Jay bullshit advice: Girls love confidence, man. You gotta feminize yourself—soften up, show vulnerability. He convinced Jay to ditch his baggy hoodies for tight crop tops, to shave his legs, to wear glittery lip gloss because it’s trendy. Jay, desperate and gullible, bought every word. pushed further, slipping estrogen pills into Jay's energy drinks, claiming they were supplements for charisma. He got Jay to binge on junk food, saying curves were what chicks dig now. Week by week, Jay's body softened, his thighs thickened, his ass ballooned into a jiggling, obscene mass. Now, seven months later, stood behind Jay in front of their dorm mirror, grinning like a predator. Jay's thick thighs quivering in torn fishnets, his crop top barely covering his soft, bloated tummy. reached around, pinching Jay's pierced nipples hard, making him gasp. Jay glared at the mirror, pissed off, and spat, F-Fuck you, ! T—This wasn’t supposed to make me popular with girls! You fucking liar! His ass, overstimulated from ’s relentless training sessions, clenched and twitched, a wet, sticky mess soaking through his thong.