#I’M SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD! IT’S MY 1ST TIME WRITING SPICY TFS

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Masked Men Mayhem (Simon “Ghost” Riley and “Konig TF TG)

MDNI Because this story has:

- Swearing

- Mentioning of male and female private parts

- Moaning

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Samara went to the clothing rack where all the guests put their jackets.

19-year-old Samara Johnson was never a party girl herself, she is more of what people describe as a casual girl. When she’s not doing homework that is very-very-long-cuz-it’s-fucking-college bitch, she would be reading books, or play games like Stardew Valley, or Animal Crossing. Just your basic calm lifestyle.

Samara just joined the party because it’s her roommate’s cousin’s birthday and she decided to try some change in pace for once.

She looks around and sees the party guests playing Call of Duty.

“Hey, Sam!” Her roommate, Kailey calls out to Samara. Kailey Kurtis is the Ultimate Extrovert, going out to the latest party, always having a fun conversation in mind and overall a really fun person to be around.

“Oh uh, hey Kailey…I was just about to-“

“Sam, I need…”

“Leave.”

“Why?”

Sam felt embarrassed.

“Nevermind, what do you need?”

“Follow me”

You know…this might be interesting, Sam thought, I hope I’m right because if it’s not interesting, I’m just wasting my time.

“Open your eyes.”

Samara opens her eyes to see two masks.

One is a ski mask with a skull in which the eyes are supposed to go, six thin line are drawn under the skull while two thick lines are on the top of the skull piece.

The other looks like a blanket with two holes. Said two holes have a red triangle underneath them.

“Kailey, what are those?”

“Oh, these are masks that two of the characters from Call of Duty,” I thought we could wear them before we give him you leave.

Huh, Randy’s still getting presents. Sam thought.

Kailey hands her the skull mask.

“Okay Sam, three, two, one!!!”

The two put on the masks and both look in the mirror.

“Damn, this looks so cursed!”

“Heh, I know ri- ugh…”

Samara clutched her stomach. “God, it hurts…”

Samara didn’t know what to do, her abdomen was burning in immense pain.

Samara moved her right hand vertically. She begins feeling a…two…four…oh did she just.

Samara looked up and see Kailey been through the same change as Samara was.

“Oh, oh fucking god…” Kailey placed her confused hand on the bottom of her six pack and slowly made her way on to her D cup bosom, pain and pleasure began mixing up as she clutched her breast.

Kailey looks down and notices her tit. The fat on her chest began to stiffen to the point that her tits don’t feel like stress balls.

“Holy-“ Sam begins to feel a burning sensation on her chest. Her tits aren’t that big, size a. But then started to swell, going from A size to the pec size where it prominent beneath a shirt.

Samara placed a hand on her/his right leg, it just…feels so hot. Samara let out an erotic moan as she gave her a newfound man boobs a little squeeze.

Samara tried to take the mask off but it wouldn’t budge “Kailey, where did you get those masks from?”

“I-I can’t remember b-but they’re from the same store.” Kailey was probably too aroused to speak. Samara thought.

Samara looked at her arms to that they are now getting more thicker and muscular. Samara also feels her sleeves tighten to the point that they are just ripping.

Samara heard the sound of Kailey whimpering and looked up to see that Kailey had a little growth spurt, so little that her hello kitty shirt looks more like a tank top. Samara looks down to see Kailey’s now gorgeous abs now exposed to the bathroom light. Sam couldn’t help but blush over the sight of the six pack. Fortunately Sam thinks, Kailey was looking at the abs with lusty look in her eyes. “You look kinda…” Sam paused at the sound of her voice deepening a bit, but then finished her sentence. “Kinda hot.”

Kailey looked at Sam. The stare was both a mixture of lust, confusion, and nervousness,

Kailey groan as pain began surging through her thighs, the have become more thicker and harder but the most interesting part about this is the crotch. Kailey put her right hand on the area between her legs.

“Oh~ oh, fuck, fuck,”

“Kailey, everything is gonna be- oh my…fuck~”

Samaran covered her mouth with confusion, herhis hand went to her crotch Oh…oh god…Samaran’s mind was racing. God, this new pleasure is to much. She finally let go and finally analyzed what was going on the event she(?) and Kailey(?) put the masks on. She’s …she…he’s a man now.

Samaron’s hand goes up and touches her aching jaw. His jaw begins to feel more square and masculine.

As Samaron looked at Kailey, he (Kaileng) was caressing his new cock right in front of Samara. When Kailey looked at Samaon he stopped doing it as he saw Samara looking at him. Kaileng then, looks away from the confused Samaon. Shaking a little.

Samaon doesn’t care though, he was feeling a little dizzy.

“So that’s the skull boy you said could kill ya in a flash,”

“Don’t go near him”

“Already there, and I ain’t even dead, I mean just ust look at him, he’s wear the most skimpiest outfit God has ever seen,”

Skimpy? Skull boy? Where’s Kai…who’s Kai…nevermind. Samaon lift his head up and scanned the area, explosions, deaths, war…wasn’t he supposed to be used to it.

“What do you mean skimpy?” Samon looked up to see a soldier standing right in front of him while Samon was sitting. He looked around his area. His eyes darted to a gun. The next thing you know, he picks up the gun, points it at the man, and pulls the trigger.

Samon picks up the gun and runs to the nearest washroom.

The washroom reeks of grimy flesh and compost. It looks like the type of place you would see in you would see in a stereotypical haunted house horror film.

He ripped off his now-really-tight clothes. He looked in the mirror and saw a really hot man in a mask… shirtless right in front him.

He groaned in pain as scars formed on his body. Scars that were so familiar to him. from those time where he was tortured?

After the scar was fully formed, his eyes darted to the mirror, the sight of his hot body that had been formed when he began to put on the mask. The body in which he had for a few minutes after it fully formed started to feel…familiar to him.

His hand reaches to his right pec, it’s…bigger than he thought. The soldier gave it a squeeze…arousal surges through his new body. “Oooh~ Fucking hell~,” he moans under his breath. “My- my voice…,” it was really deep, and is it… British?

He took his other hand, placed it on his left pec, and give it a gentle squeeze, even if it’s gentle, that darn thing still worked a punch.

He kept masturbating, exploring his new body parts that he gained during his transformation. Moaning and groaning.

When the soldier finished, a military uniform started to strap on his new body.

New (and traumatizing) memories started to form. Samara Johnson is gone… all that remains is a Ghost.

A female voice called on his walkie talkie.

“Ghost?”

“Present Laswell.”

“Meet me, Price and Gaz at the helicopter,”

“Roger.”