"Wow - he thought of everything..." Steve said, even as the clothing onhis form writhed into new configurations. But as interesting as that sensatio...n was, it wasn't nearly as interestingas the sensation of his writing body. Steve gasped as he felt his waist begin to constrict, drawing smaller andsmaller. At the same time, there was a rippling sensation in his chest - andthe still-changing shirt he wore began to bulge outwards, propelled by theforce of his swelling chest. He could feel the. "It's spooky out here."We'd taken a few steps when Susan whispered, "Shhh. Listen."From the brush to our left came a familiar noise."Someone's getting laid," I whispered."Two someones," she giggled.We stumbled to the edge of a clearing. In the middle was a fire surrounded by a ring about four feet in diameter. The ring was made of stones as big as cantaloupes. The fire crackled and popped as its flames rose to chest height. Next to it was a stone slab like an altar. It was about three feet. Fifty, I replied.Fifty additional? J did not sound pleased.Fifty total, I clarified. J laughed.Fuck, I was gonna pay you fifty anyway.I thought about it some more. J's cock was fully hard now. It was not the longest in the world but it was thick. Sturdy, like the rest of him. It lay on his licked belly. Sixty, I said.J laughed again. A second ago it was fifty!The last guy... I caught myself. My last client paid me sixty, I said.Did he fuck you?No. But I did a lot of work for him.What kind of. Cook extraordinaire.”The woman eyed the girls, glanced at Bill. “IS?”He nodded. “Yeah. But there’s a story with these two. That’s for some other time. I’d just ask you to keep an eye out for them, okay?”“Okay. So ... what can I do for you? Dish of the day’s liver and onions, or I’ve got fish that were swimming in the sea a few hours ago.”Bill looked at his companions. “Seriously, I’d recommend anything Sherry cooks, but you can have fish if you’d rather.”They hesitated, looking at each other..