Of Course, Send a before and after picture to Monica

I stood in front of a mirror taking a picture with my scrawny arms in the frame. I pose with a dominant stance flexing my muscles with a tough mean mug expression. Even though my puffy nipples are also in the frame. Before I send the picture to the web space and my sexy girlfriend. I begin to search my phone for something that would make Monica happier. I find an old photo of myself with Devin. We stood together posing together. His large jock strength was on display next to my old man's nipples. Nothing to stare at.

I put both pictures together to create a before and after picture set. My friend's frame cut out of the picture beside a hint of his leg. I look between the pictures. Noticing my hips ever so slightly, getting a more feminine curve. My eyes transfix on the pictures for minutes on end until I hear my uncle.

"Hey, pussy. I need my clothes washed. I got a date tonight. Get your ass to washing boy." His voice bellowing from his bedroom.

I hit send to my girlfriend as I finally put on my work clothes. My janitor's uniform hid the budding mosquito bites. I race downstairs, fidgeting to finish my uncle's clothes. Hoping he wasn't making any more comments like before. His clothes completely cycle in the washer as he stood in the hallway.

"Hey, you forgot these." I turn to see him in his tight white underwear. It hits me in my face, I smell the way to ancient pair of underwear. The white nightwear had an odor that was common for a porn addict like himself. Countless dead seeds in there as I relive it from my face. "Stop admiring the smell you weird fuck, and get your fat ass to work." I felt like he was holding himself back from wracking my behind. He wandered off toward his living room. The scent lingers as I wash them by hand to get them done in time for work.