Cole's vision swam back into focus, blinking his eyes to clear the tears from the blinding light. The gym came back into view, but the angle was different... too low. It took him a moment to process this, it took another moment to realise he was a lot more flexible now... Worse, he was a she! Wearing a neon-yellow leotard. Stretching in the splits, her legs wide, wide open. Cole felt a vulnerabilty that was mortifying. No loose, smothering clothes. She was clad only in the tightest of outfits. Feeling massive ass cheeks behind, and the heft of her bust pulling her forward.
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