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Another one of those images I've captioned elsewhere but covered up a bit so MasterCard doesn't get angry with Patreon.

"Look but don't touch" they said. Well, I don't need to touch anything to enjoy this show. I try to make it slow and subtle. They are always too focused on their own moves, to put on a good show for some extra tip, that it takes them quite a while for them to discover what I'm doing. Not that they know I'm behind it. Almost every sense is altered in here, red light, loud music, the smoke, the booze, the sweat. I just apply a slow and constant growth, giving him bigger and bigger dick and balls. It takes a long while before anyone questions it under these conditions. Bigger and bigger, until his well-rehearsed moves don't quite work anymore. His genitals are swinging in uncomfortably new ways. He starts to fumble. Tries a different routine. Fumbles again. His thoughts solidly focused on the cash bonus slipping away. When I sense he is about to give up, that's when I singe the hair away like a neck down alopecia. The ashes of hair cling to the film of sweat on his now smooth body. Once washed away it will make my enhancements stand out even better. Most just look at themselves in confusion, wondering if someone dropped acid in their water bottle. A few have looked at me with accusation in their mind. I don't care what they think. This is what I pay to see, and the customer is always right.

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