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“Two bags of silicone were his mortal enemies. He hated them. He hated them just as much as he hated the man responsible for putting them there. Allowing Davis to fool him into getting these tits was the worst mistake he’d ever made. He needed to get them out. He needed to get them out now.”
“The black man slid his hand in between Minchin’s legs, and began to rub the crossdressing criminal’s crotch. His hand traveled over the flatness underneath Minchin’s white, lacy g-string for thirty seconds, until it finally decided to take things to the next level. The man slid his hand into the front of Minchin’s g-string, while continuing to lick the little guy’s melons. There, the hand began to explore, trying to figure out exactly what kind of equipment ‘ts-kk’ from Finding Arrangements had down there, and how she had it stowed away."
“The thoughts in Minchin’s head were overtaken when the guy slipped one of his tits out of its feminine pouch and started tweaking its nipple. The twenty minutes that followed were filled by Minchin clenching his teeth while his voluminous jugs were squished, bounced, and sucked by the foul geek pressing against his side. When that was done, Minchin heard the soft sound of a zipper being undone. When he moved his eyes down to the source of the sound, Minchin saw the thin but incredibly long shaft that it was his job to pleasure tonight.”
“Soon, the entire penis’ length was in Minchin’s mouth, to the point where he felt the man’s balls tickling his hairless chin and his nose pushing into the man’s crotch. Thirty seconds passed, until another violent gag rose from the pits of Minchin’s stomach, and escaped from his mouth. The sound of this gag was unmistakably male; it would have been evident to anyone in earshot that the person gagging on that cock in that theater wasn’t Kimberly King, it was Daniel Minchin. Minchin would have taken greater pains to keep the incidental sounds his alter-ego made at a feminine pitch, but he simply couldn’t manage it. The only concern Minchin had while that dick was inside him was survival, and nothing else.”
“The bra came away, and Minchin’s boobs flopped back down into their natural positions when the straps supporting loosened. Lucente, getting annoyed at Minchin’s hesitation to let him have a look, didn’t wait for the short, blonde conman to remove his bra fully. Instead, he grabbed the bra dangling over the guy’s boobs, and held it up so he could see them unobstructed. The surgeon spent a minute just looking at the boobs. Examining their symmetry. Noting the lack of space between them – a testament to the skill of the surgeon who created them. Approving of the way the breasts sloped down beautifully from the same level as Minchin’s armpits, and the way they terminated in that nice fullness at the bottom. And finally looking at the areolae – perfectly proportionate to the size of the breast and circular.”
“When two other men took up position either side of Minchin and started licking his tits and groping his ass, Minchin felt claustrophobic, utterly boxed into his worst nightmare: having men kissing, licking, and sucking basically everything on Minchin that there was to kiss, lick, and suck. There wasn’t enough beer in the world to make Minchin okay with what was happening to him, and all he could do is try to think happy thoughts, as he felt two, wet tongues sliding over his nipples, a set of lips travelling up and down his penis, and another man’s lips on his own.”
At a glance, Lois Einhorn appears a normal, attractive brunette. However, she is Ray Finkle, a top-notch football placekicker, who was hired to play for the Miami Dolphins in Superbowl 17. Finkle was a recognised football wunderkin, who enjoyed success at every turn. His incredible kicking skills eventually led to him being lovingly nicknamed “The Mule” by football fans everywhere.
During the final seconds of Superbowl 17 (the game that Finkle was brought in to ensure the Dolphins won), however, this all changed. Finkle missed the kick which would have won the Dolphins the entire game. Despite furiously protesting that it was in fact Dan Marino’s fault (he wasn’t holding the ball properly, affecting the kick), he was disgraced. His mistake cost the Dolphins the game, and the money and prestige that would have come with it. It cost those betting on the game their money. His disgrace disgraced his own home-town, who previously lauded the fact that such a successful personage hailed from their area. Upon his return home after the game, he found his house defaced by those furious with his apparent incompetence. Those in his favourite bar beat and expelled him from their tavern. Finkle’s entire life was ruined. The glory he had once enjoyed, the attention, the women, all gone - replaced by universal scorn and hatred. All because of Marino.
Read about Finkle’s plan to redeem himself, and the details of his vengeance on Marino by clicking the section entitled: “Finkle’s Plan”, as well as view a plethora of other things about Ray Finkle and his feminine disguise by navigating around this website.
How Far the Mighty Have Fallen: The Ray Finkle Story has been cancelled. Rather let the story languish in an Evernote folder, however, I have decided to release my chapter summaries for you all to enjoy. The summaries themselves aren't quite yet finished, but they will be soon. Until then, click the 'Read More...' button below to read everything up to Marino's trial!
UPDATE!! I've decided to release the chapter summaries as a PDF. It is now a combination of novel/comic. DOWNLOAD IT NOW!! A few minor updates will be available over the coming weeks to images and text for typos, etc.