In the morning the President had taken care of some political business.He'd gone over the files before leaving for the school, and read themagain on t...he drive.There wasn't much information. All four students were very close in age,weight and height, which is to say eighteen years old, slim and short.These were logical and obvious standards, among those he'd established inthe first draft of his plan.The dossiers didn't tell him much but he hadn't expected them to. Duringthe first few days the. I turned slightly and cocked my leg a little and thought that I had long sexy legs just like my Mom. I didn't have any body hair at all not even on my dick. My dick was really hard so I got a ruler and measured it. Six inches at age 13 which I thought was really good. I opened my Mom's panty drawer and picked out a pink silk thong and put it on. It felt really sexy and the silk against my dick made it even harder. I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself and pretended to be my Mom so I. Tessa was able to move her neck and head and so she looked around herself and she saw two more unused tendrils hovering near her body. Vaguely she wondered what they were for but that train of thought was soon forgotten as she felt the tendril in her wet pussy begin to widen further to an astounding four inches. Once again she was hurt in an unusual way by the change, and again, she felt that pain overridden by the bliss that she got from these wonderful tendrils. The tendril stopped its growth. Seemingly guided by instinct, Enna took us through one of the archways and into a finely appointed dining room, where a squad of five hobgoblins in full plate were already hustling to intercept us.I kind of shrugged to myself. With only eleven combatants left, this would appear to be my best opportunity. I dug in my pouches for a pinch of sand and intoned the Hex of Lotus and Willow. Three of the hobgoblins blinked blearily and fell sleep, startling the remaining two, who were suddenly not so.