He added creamer and sugar from small paper packets. He stirred the coffee water into the cup. A few minutes later, he checked his dinner, and saw tha...t it was hot.As he was opening the food, he looked at his sister, and asked, "What are you having, Jen?"He picked up his fork, and stabbed a piece of his meatloaf. He took a bite of it, and stopped. He looked at the food, shook his head, and looked into the MRE bag. He found the tiny package of hot sauce."Maybe this will make it better," he. She pulled her mouth off of Hotdog/boy's cock and cried out painfully."Oh! That hurts," Veronica complained painfully. "Take your cock out. Something's wrong."When she opened her eyes to see why it had become so painful to take the cocks, she was shocked to see furry bodies all around her. She could feel the fur grow longer with each passing second. And when she looked down, she gasped in shock as she watched Goliath/boy's face morph, to take on the recognizable shape of a St-Bernard dog's face. Kat had placed him as a little older than herself, perhaps by only a few years, but it was hard to tell. There is was certain gravity about him and that was complemented by his dark framed glasses. At the time she had no idea who he was, and he was only a conquest for her—a way to torment her father.Kat had always seen him in his white lab coat in the laboratory setting. Seeing him at the party in a different context, casually dressed in a polo shirt and well-fitting jeans and looking lithe and. The saw me and came to the room. After they came in, I closed the door most of the way and the three of us sat on the couch with me between my two friends.“Doctor Mercer said I should ask you two to watch for signs of depression.”“Angie?” Clarissa asked.“Yeah,” I sighed. “She’s refusing to take her prescribed medications so they’re going to check her into the psych ward at The Christ Hospital in Cincinnati. I suggested going to see her and trying to convince her, but Doctor Mercer said that.