Abdul slowly wakened and as had become habit felt his chest to see if it had increased in size overnight, according to the labels on his bras it was D...D, whatever that meant. He thought back over the past week and his descent into femininity. At first it had been light dresses and skirts but it had soon progressed to lacy underwear and flowing gowns. His darkest point had come when Natasha (he could never bring himself to think of her as Mistress no matter how often he said it) had introduced. He smiled and moved back and forth to wet the whole shaft. He gently slides my hand off his cock, and held it above the urinal. He let go of my hand with a slight push towards the urinal, so I let it drop into the water with a nice little splash; he immediately flushed the urinal again saying: “Down the toilet again; I like you, here.” He kissed me on the cheek and rubbed his cock against my stomach. Once the urinal finished refilling he went to wash his hands and said as he was leaving: “I am. Being gentle and slow. Making sure to get all those precious droplets of water. Working my way across your tummy I rubbed your cock. Drying him through both hands, Then dropping to my knees to go down each leg. Then looking up at you to see that smile of approval. I don't think you realize what that does to me to make you happy. I would do it 24/7 if ever I had more than these precious 48 hours with you. Again, like a gentleman I am helped to my feet. Whispering in my ear you ask me if I was. We can go there fuck the doctor.” “What no, those people are already sick, we don’t need the doctors getting fuck the patient vibes while they are dying” “Don’t worry we made some modifications while you were asleep, this new disease will push out other ones. It will fight for you and keep you infected till every human is involved. Even cancer doesn’t stand a chance. Of course, you will need to fuck every few days but that’s not really and issue with the heightened sensitivity and extreme.