Fevs and Heimbach strolled out of the Golden Corral where a TWP meeting had just taken place. โFevs, I want to make you a colonel but you need to start eating more. Come to my place, we eatinโ againโ said Heimbach. Once Fevs got into the house, he realized he was the only one there besides Heimbach who said โEating more isnโt the only thing Iโm going to need you to do to become colonel. Put this onโ. He handed Fevs a little pink dress, and a long wig to cover his bald head. Fevs gleefully ran to the bathroom and put them on. He looked in the mirror and giggled with delight that he finally looked like the cute little loli he had always dreamed of being. When he came out, Heimbach was eating a chicken leg and gave another one to Fevs. As Fevs slowly chewed on it, Heimbach lifted up the dress and stuck a chicken bone into Fevsโ boipussy. It slid in with ease since Fevs owned the entire bad dragon collection. His pathetic ladydick hardened and he whimpered as the knob on the bone massaged his prostate. Heimbach then took out a gallon tub of ranch and lathered his cock in the creamy goodness. Fevsโ immediately began to lick and suck it off his commanderโs sausage and meatballs. The ranch he really wanted was Heimbachโs. Heimbach put more ranch on his cock and bent Fevs over the table as he started eating another chicken leg. Fevs pushed back against Heimbachโs powerful thrusts as he moaned like an anime girl. He was so happy to be Heimbachโs little slut. He shot a weak load onto the table before getting on his knees to receive Heimbachโs man ranch. He opened wide and took the whole shit and ranch covered cock down his throat as Heimbach dumped a fat bowl that filled his small stomach. Fevs went home and wrote about the night in his journal while he listened to Taking Back Sunday.
