to be with danger

implanting my plan

Taking in a deep breathe, type was to the couch to take his arms wrapped about himself to then make a face, he's stomach started to growl, he then went slowly to lay to his side to grit his teeth..
You have to become skinny enough to fit through that vent, you found the perfect piece of furniture, just need to lose some weight.
Type then squeezed his eyes tightly shut has he started to feel his stomach and a lot.
Sighing, he then got up slowly to then go to the kitchen to make something very light.
Placing it to a plate, he then took it to the table to sit down to eye over it.
This is all you can have....
Type then made a face to flex his jaw to then slowly place his hand to his stomach to move up and down a bit.
He then peered his eyes down.
This...... Is all you are getting....
Type made a hard face to then peer his eyes up to sign to take his hand away to then start in on his food.
Why are you getting attached to it? When you hopfully escape from here, your going to have an abortion.
Type made a hard face to eat at his food and slow knowing he was not going to eat for a bit.
Taking in a deep breathe, he tensed has he heard the door open and close.
Coming about, Mr. Tyme went to stand behind type to place something in front of him to then move back to place his arms behind him.
Type straightened up a bit to look over a box of very expensive chocolates.
"What are these for?"
"You have a craving for sweets?"
Type rolled his eyes to then finish the little food that he had to grab the plate to then turn to go to the kitchen to drop it to the sink.
Mr. Tyme turned his head to watch to then step to him.
"You need to think of what is growing inside of you. Have you've taken your medication?"
Type signed has he cleaned his plate.
"What do you care?"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes..
"Do you want to be forced again?"
Type took in a deep breathe, to then peer his eyes up, gritting his teeth, he then moved his hands forward to go to the bottles to then grab what he needed to then take you look over at him.
"Satisfied?"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"I've been reading up on what your body is going through, had to pick up a female version, however, I believe you are having mood swings."
Type rolled his eyes to then wash his hands to then dry to then start to go about.
"Or maybe, I don't like I'm in this situation and I want to be let go."
Type stopped to then place a hand to his stomach to look down, he growled..
Mr. Tyme turned his head to look over him, he then stepped to him to place a hand to his to look to the action.
"I think someone is still hungry."
Type took in a deep breathe to then move his hand from his to then start to go about.
"Just ate a huge meal. Think need to puke, probably because you are around."
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes to watch type leave.
He then went to the side to go to the living room to go and sit down to the couch to then turn on the television.
Mr. Tyme went about to wrap his arms about himself to eye over this.
"Thought you were going to puke?"
"Mm....it seems to have passed, can you please leave?"
"Having such nice manners. I think you need to eat more "
Type placed the remote down to then wrap his arms about himself to keep his head forward to look to the screen .
"And I think you need to shut up and leave me alone."
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes.
These have to be those hormones.
He then left his position, to then go forth to stand right before type, he then slowly looked up with a face.
"What!?"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow, her then stepped forward to grab type by his head to grip his hair to pull him forward to then take a hand to his pants to undo to then take out his member to hit type to his face to then make him down to keep his eyes to him.
"Even if these are your hormones, you are being very disrespectful, need to teach you a bit of a lesson!"
Type peered his eyes up to give mr. Tyme a glare has he was downing his cock, to then move his hands to his waist to try to push him away.
Mr. Tyme then shook his head.
"Oh no you don't! Your going to down my cock!"
Type rolled his eyes to then narrow them to start to use his teeth, Mr tyme placed his hand to his head to grip his hair and hard to stop the action to really give him a face.
"You use teeth, I'll use teeth later!"
Type stopped with his teeth to keep his eyes to Mr. Tyme to take in deep breathes.
Mr. Tyme nodded to then make type keep downing his length, to then lift his head back.
"Good."
Type made a face to then close his eyes.
Just let him do whatever he wants. Sex also burns calories, you need to lose this weight so you can fit through the vent.
Type applied more strength to Mr. Tymes waist to push him back to then eye over him.
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes to take a step forward to stop, type got up with his hand raised.
"My..... Hormones are not just attacking my behivor, I am also...... Feeling very...... Horny right now."
Mr. Tyme raised his eye brows to then watch type go about to then quickly follow, to the bedroom, type stood before the bed to look at it to feel this man behind him with his arms wrapped about to be at his neck to kiss to then take his hands down to go straight to his pants, type then moved his head forward to take in a deep breathe.
He hated himself that he still wanted this man and he was wanting this has well, but there was the main goal of this, it would help him lose even more weight.
Type closed his eyes to tense has he felt mr. Tymes warmth to his cock for them to then go straight into the action and hard.