You stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at me as if I were some kind of exhibit in a museum.At first I wanted to scream in frustration. I wante...d desperately to somehow sit up, grab you by the arms and pull you down on top of me. But then I realized that of course my inability to do so was exactly the point, and my gift to You. So I met Your gaze and, without words, offered You everything: my panting, open mouth; my erect nipples and my gaping, dripping pussy; my arousal and my. That was what he was doing on this endless flight with Sharon Weaver, intern from Hell. New York City had requested his assistance after he’d testified to Congress about Rehabilitation Services in the United States. ‘It’s not a fucking vacation, numb nuts,’ he told John, the counselor for Deaf Services. ‘It’s not a sight seeing tour, you wrinkled up douche bag,’ he snarled at Maggie. ‘Maybe if you learned how to do your fucking job, they’d ask you for your help too.’ ‘Gary, Gary, I do wish you. My hips seemed to explode outward. My ass felt like a weight pulling me down. When I finally escaped the machine and found myself in the closet, with the light falling on my new body, what I felt in the darkness came to life. Even though I knew what had happened, looking down at myself was a shock. My boobs were humongous. They fell almost past my belly button, but there was not as much sag as it was sheer size. They stuck out what seemed like a foot off my chest, and the weight was startling.. A sheer robe,the same color as the bra and panties came next. I dug through the restof her drawers and finally found the black seamed stockings that camewith the set- unopened. That changed in a hurry as the cardboard andplastic that had held them went in the trash. I then went to the closetand found a pair of black 4" spike heels that I'd fit in. I laid all ofthe clothes on the bed and sat down next to it and began to dressmyself.The stockings went on first over my pink toes. I was careful not.