Flightdale - Muscle Men

Is this so they are totally Professional on Patrol ?

TEACHING YOUR TROOPS

HERE WE HAVE A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF WHAT WE LIKE TO SEE. THE FRONT ROW ARE ALL NEWLY MINTED OFFICERS, THAT HAVE COMPLETED THEIR TRAINING AND CONDITIONING - AND ARE NOW MAKING THEIR FIRST CONTACT WITH THE DEPARTMENT MILKER. BEHIND THEM, WE HAVE THEIR TRAINER, WATCHING INTENTLY, BUT NOT INTERFERING, WANTING TO MAKE SURE THEY ARE HOOKING IN CORRECTLY, FAMILIAR WITH THE MACHINERY AND MOST IMPORTANTLY - PRODUCING PRODUCT. BASED ON THE NEAR FULL CONTAINERS, LOOKS LIKE THIS UNIT HAS ACED IT!

You know this is more than just fruit to eat ?? Can show you its other uses most are sexual

(son) So this is all about mum and impressing her "friends" !! who are mostly online and only see photos of me as young kid

(dad) I know but anything for quiet life

(son) I want to make MY OWN Decisions about MY Life that includes MY clothes AND want You to support that

(dad) You should know I have had arguments with your mum about this and think it is lost cause now so let it sink

(son) You can still support me by wearing shorts and socks as well to show how stupid it is to be forced into do so but does not means I will never wear shorts again just like to be able to choose when it is appropriate such in summer on hot days

(dad) Yes I could do that, it want be surprise to her and every one else, think like to expose my legs more often too

(son) So it is a plan now ?

(dad) Yes from tomorrow morning

But Dad, I am too old for this!

You are only 17, son!

But shorts and suspenders again?!

Yes, my lad. You are going back to school. Your mother boungh some new long socks for you, too.

Dad please, no knee socks for me!

You will wear them with your school short trousers!

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How about private session tonight and will show my other skills? What not into male sex can fix that too

"Uhhh, hey Mr Gillespie, I'm sorry I haven't turned in my paper. I wuz like... doing.... er..... stuff? Coach will give me a release, whutever that means. Um... I know I gotta pass your class, so I wuz er... thinkin'... and thinkin' makes muh head, like... hurts. But maybe we can come to an arrangement? How much flexing do I have to do to get an A?"

Alex had slip off stage to find pair of shorts to allow some dignity so soon found one it was very tight but would serve immediate purpose, he walked on to stage again now with cool confidence that new body give him, into microphone he said in deep commanding voice "Please ignore announcements John is unable so you got me Alex and this is for costume design with nominees are", he read list of people printed on outside then said "The winner is " opening the envelope and sid the name printed there, the person was surprised and walked up to stage no knowing what to do with naked man who handed award to them but Alex was very professional about whole thing then his part of show was over and could leave the satge to find new bigger suit to wear for his back stage work Soon he would not be able to hid any more since incident ignited firestorm on social media and many questions were asked like Who is He? and How did he end up there, over next several weeks was confusing mess of tv interviews and newspaper articles so such that Alex needed to hire manager to sort out all offers and guard to protect him from crowds

Hollywood Magic

In the bustling backstage of the prestigious Oscars ceremony, nerves were running high. Among the frenzy of stagehands, makeup artists, and celebrities, stood Alex, a wide-eyed production assistant fresh out of film school. It was his first gig at such a grand event, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. He had bought a fresh tuxedo for the event and felt professional and ready to start his new career.

Throughout the evening, Alex darted from one task to another, ensuring everything ran like clockwork. He meticulously checked seating arrangements, coordinated with the stage crew, and even fetched coffee for the stars. Despite the chaos around him, Alex felt a surge of exhilaration with each passing moment, relishing the special opportunity to be a part of Hollywood's biggest night.

But as the ceremony progressed smoothly, tension began to mount backstage when one of the scheduled presenters failed to show up for their award presentation. Panic swept through the crowded corridors as frantic whispers filled the air. Producers frantically made calls to find a replacement, but everyone was either unavailable or unwilling to present. With no one else available at such short notice, all eyes turned to Alex.

Without warning, an envelope was thrust into his hands, and he was ushered onto the stage. His heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. This was his moment—a chance to step onto the grand stage of the Oscars and make his mark in the entertainment industry. Usually, the honor was only reserved for the most iconic of stars: how lucky he was to be just an average Joe, given an opportunity rarely afforded to even some of the most famous celebrities. As Alex approached the microphone, the weight of the moment bore down on him like a heavy cloak. The sea of faces in the audience blurred as his nerves threatened to overwhelm him.

Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he felt an inexplicable surge of warmth coursing through his body. At first, he thought it must be from the stage lights, but it grew stronger and more electrifying. It started as a subtle tingling but soon evolved into an intense sensation, like a thousand needles pricking his skin.

His muscles tensed and bulged beneath his clothes, a strange pressure building within him. Alex's eyes widened in shock as he felt the fabric of his brand-new suit strain against his expanding frame. The audience's murmurs of anticipation turned into gasps of surprise as they witnessed the spectacle unfolding before them. First, it was his arms, as if sculpted from marble, that began to swell with newfound strength. His biceps and triceps rippled beneath the fabric of his shirt, stretching it to its limits, and eventually ripping his sleeves. Then, his chest expanded, pushing against the material as if eager to break free. Each breath seemed to inflate his torso further, commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

As Alex's transformation continued, his shoulders broadened, each muscle defined with chiseled precision. His back rippled with power, the fabric of his shirt straining against the force of his expanding physique. Even his legs, once hidden beneath his trousers, began to bulge with raw strength, threatening to burst through the fabric at any moment.

Despite his best efforts to resist, Alex couldn't help but flex his muscles, which expanded and tore free from the confines of his shirt and jacket, a mixture of embarrassment and pride washing over him as he unwittingly showed off his newfound form to the world. The audience's laughter only fueled his humiliation, but still, he couldn't stop himself.

With each involuntary flex, Alex's body seemed to take on a life of its own, moving with a grace and power that he had never known. His embarrassment gave way to a sense of awe as he marveled at the sheer magnitude of his transformation. But just as he began to revel in his newfound strength, disaster struck. With a sudden rip, the fabric of his pants gave way, leaving him standing on stage in the nude. His cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as he hastily covered himself with the envelope he had been given to present the award.

Standing there dumbfounded and twice his previous size, he heard an announcer on the speakers: “And now, presenting the Academy Award for Best Costume Design, the one, the only: John Cena!”