The med tech and the ship's AI had agreed that the nanites could work that way and thus had begun the transformation of Brandon the tyrant into Wimpy ...the sex slave.With the immediate threat to his life removed, Marguerite had continued to remodel Wimpy. His beard went first, and his Adam's apple so that he now spoke in an unbroken and childish tenor. Marguerite added a slightly pudgy build and incipient breasts to the whole look so that when Wimpy wore a shift, he looked like he might be an. I said ok. She started playing with my cock and slowly sucking the tip till it started to get bigger .She teased my nipples with her nails and my cock was ready again .I asked her if she had any lubricant or vaseline she said no only ponds cold cream. I asked her to bring it .I tool out some cream and rubbed it in her asshole and started to finger her asshole so that it would accommodate my cock after 2-3 mins she seemed to be ready and I put some creame on my cock too before plunging it in. It. My spent penis rubbed her and began to come to life again.“Bambi, let go or I am going to have to go again. And then you are going to have to go again and then we are going be late. Wash off and let’s get going.”“OK. God that was good. I can’t wait until we get to do that when you love me.”“You really think I am going to be able to do that?”“Of course. I mean I already love you, so the battle is half over.”“You don’t even know me, how can you love me?”“I knew as soon as I met you. These things. I recall a refreshing feeling as my breasts touched the cooler material of my top and enjoyed watching Rob trying to work out what to do with a large lacy bra in a busy bar. Ros’ turn next and she picked dare. I mused for a while and then said she should let Rob have a proper feel of her boobs as a good bye present. She laughed at me and said only if you do the same. By now Rob had put his drink down and was clapping, clearly very enthusiastic at the prospect. We both agreed that would have to.