I made my way down the stairs to the living room where my dad was waiting, i looked at him and i felt myself blush wow you make a good girl dont you... dad said while rooting through another bag this i what you need though he said as he brought me a blonde wig, my mother was blonde i thought, he then looked down and lifted my skirt up makin me jump we cant have no bumps can we he said stickin my dick between my legs and taping it with maskin tape so it was trapped, he pulled my thong back up. The familiar restaurant and dance floor came into view. The camera was focussed on a table near the back. It contained the man Sara straddled earlier and two very well built men of Arab appearance. They were dressed traditionally. Sara was also there looking gorgeous. She had a skin tight black wet look dress and was heavily made up. She was clearly the eye candy. The audio revealed a business discussion, it appeared to be going well with some significant figures being talked about. This. Jack chided himself as this wasn’t the right time to think like that. Her arms squeezed back as she let out a deflating deep sigh. She felt safe for a moment, safe and consoled, it felt good. Jack felt good, he felt strong and she slotted into him as one piece of a jigsaw against another. ‘Hey, hey, hey.’ Jack whispered. Fay pulled herself from Jack, she looked wistful now, the look of upset had gone. Jack was relieved and he smiled quizzically at Fay, she looked up at Jack and smiled back. It was not hurting anymore and Iprobed that area with the hands. Only then I realized that it was not aswelling at all, but that my mammary glands had grown and that Ipossessed two small breasts. My boss, seeing this, said:"Don't worry, they will grow to a normal size."Surprised with that statement I asked what was going on. It was not"my" voice anymore, it was a woman's voice instead. Her answer was:"I'm sorry, we didn't think that the process would run so fast withyou." Which process?" I.