I kiss him back letting him have some fun but also knowing that he isn’t going to be disappointed when I finally let him have his way. He gently beg...ins to pull my shirt up a bit just enough so he can get his hands underneath and I get some satisfaction from the surprise on his face when he feels the other fabric under my shirt. As soon as I see that look I pull his hands away from me and slide mine under his shirt to take it off. He whines a bit but eventually reluctantly complies and pulls it. .. the BOOBS!And at that his nipples felt tingly. As he put his hands to them, hecould feel his chest expand within his very own hands. His waist wasalso getting smaller, too, because all that fat had to go somewhere...His boobs grew to exactly a 36-D-cup size, exactly Angela's size."This is getting really weird... I don't like having boobs! They're soojiggly!"--We will fix that in a moment. Now for the final touch..."W... what's that? Wait... noo, not Mr. Hard; he's been too good to. You are mine NOW...to do with as I wish...”Then Mistress Alyson turned her attention to whichever one of the three men that was still roughly fucking me.“Right, give the Sissy-SLUT the cum she wants...she’ll need it to lubricate that tight ass, as it’s going to stretched properly.”As Mistress Alyson finished her words, the hands gripping my suspendered hips gripped tighter as the hard cock thrust deep into me and held me as the cock jerked and pumped my hole with thick cum, with moans of. ”We quickly dispensed with the usual college getting-to-know-you questions like hometown, major, and such. She was from Los Angeles, her father was an entertainment lawyer, and she was majoring in chemistry. The drinks flowed and her two friends left, leaving us alone.After the third round and kissed her, and she returned it. I put my arms around her and we continued, tongues fighting it out until the bartender told us to get a room. We laughed and said we would. I paid the bill and we got.