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places, events, locales, and incidents are the products of the
author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely
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The following story is for adults and contains graphic
descriptions of sexual contact between adults. It also
contains scenes of Feederism and consensual and
occasionally non-consensual body modifications.
If you are a minor, then it is illegal for you to read this
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further. All the characters, events, and settings are the
product of my overactive imagination.
This is a weight gain/love story. There are occasional
time in-congruencies as you get the telling from one man or
the other.
Unsafe sexual practices are depicted. This is fantasy, not
reality. Stay safe, take precautions, enjoy your life.
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Barazion
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 The Shop-17
Barazion

Saul-
I went over to see Barry this morning. After confirming
the changes were set in the Superintendent, Captains, and
Lieutenants. Their fates are sealed, and nothing can change
them.
But back to Barry. I spent until 4:00 PM at Barry's
bedside. It was difficult for him to talk since his jaw was
wired shut, and he was still on pain meds. I told him I was
actively looking for another place for us to live, and to set
up shop until my place can be rebuilt.
We love the area and want to return. Since they zoned
my prior shop residential and commercial, I can rebuild with
close to the same configuration. I want to make a few
changes, but since the old building was listed as a historic
landmark, I have to keep the appearance of the new
building close to what the prior building looked like, at least
on the outside.
David set up a meeting with a leasing agent on both a
condo and storefront space. Barry told me to “handle it” for
the living space. It is daunting to have to replace
everything. Some things can't be replaced, and those
mothers are going to pay.
I contracted for a two-year lease on a condo about three
blocks from my shop's prior location. It is about 2,000 sq. ft.
and is on the sixth floor. There is an elevator, so Barry
should have no problem getting in and out of the condo for
his therapy and doctor's appointments.
I went to a rental company for furniture. I want Barry to
be with me when we select the new furniture for our

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apartment. Since it will be a total rebuild, I want to change

the configuration of the rooms. I'd also like to add a few
features not normally in apartments. How do you tell an
architect that you want the framing braced for a sling that
can hold 2,000 pounds?
I also contracted with a firm to clear away the rubble
that was my shop. I was thinking of recycling the bricks for
the new structure, but the explosion weakened the integrity
of the surviving bricks and everything needs scrapped. The
company I hired promised to have the lot cleared and
fenced within two weeks. There will be a hole in the ground,
and I'll need to keep the kids out of it until I can start
rebuilding.
My insurance company is going nuts over this loss. I have
a $1,000 deductible, and I insured the building and contents
for over $2,000,000. This doesn't include the losses from my
shop. I have a separate rider for my shop's inventory. They
are on the hook for about $2,750,000. They are looking for
blood from the perpetrators to cover their losses.
I have a cash reserve to get things rolling. I figure the
Insurance money will take about six weeks to arrive. The
business interruption insurance is set for $50,000 a week,
and I'll be down for about five weeks. Much of my stock just
can't be over-nighted.
I paid a visit to the superintendent, and his Captains the
following Tuesday morning. The lieutenants will get their
visit immediately after the higher ups. By that time, the
changes to their bodies will be clearly evident. I checked the
spells, and they all took effect, and better than I thought
they would. I wouldn't want to be in their place.
I needed to replenish my cash reserve, so having all the
banking numbers for the extortion ring, I transferred
$600,000 into an offshore account. I did this on Friday. They
will notice this transaction late Monday. A payment of

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$100,000 each. It is the least they can do.
Barry complained that with the hands in casts, he
couldn't get any relief. I've been seeing him each day and
after checking with his doctors, Thursday I went back in the
evening. With his leg and arms still in traction, he wasn't
able to move much. His balls have reduced from soccer ball
size to a much more reasonable size.
I let the floor nurses know I was going to give Barry
relief and to ignore any sounds from the room. They
laughed. Barry was thrashing by the half hour mark, and
cursing me when we hit an hour. I think the boy has been
storing up the semen. I let him cum after ninety minutes.
One of the nurses rolled in all the equipment for a
sponge bath shortly after Barry's climax. Her comment was,
“I think he needs this, as maybe an opener for round two?
Oh, by the way we needed to give three other men down the
hallway sponge baths earlier, the sounds were a little too
exciting for them.”
Oops.