You can dress for class now.”Without a word, Kay slipped out the door. All three women left behind separately thought the room smelled of butterscot...ch.Susan quickly changed into a new pair of leotards and Alice changed into a white vest with what the girls called yoga pants – the better to show off her new, improved ass. She also donned a thong for the first time and hated how it felt. Never again.Susan, meanwhile, was enjoying the firmness of her restored body. She had her bunheads stretching. With video cameras actually in the chambers where piss and shit would be deposited direct from the unsuspecting woman’s cunt and shit hole. We discussed them at length.“But this is disgraceful,” came a whining in French voice from reception. It’s tone was so light and shrill I thought it was the “granny” as Peppe had put it, but when I looked it was the man with her. He was small, completely bald, grotesquely fat, sweating and undoing his tie. She stood back from the desk fussing with a. Hospital.He forced his head to roll first to the left, then the right. There was a curtain between him and anything to his left, on the other side he met the eyes of his mother."Oh, thank God, you're awake. I'll go tell the nurse!" she told him, standing quickly and giving him a peck on the cheek as mothers do.A nurse entered, pulled the curtains around him and took his pulse and temperature. She noted them on the chart that she re-hung at the bottom of his bed, all busy efficiency.Simon asked. She was as horny as she had been earlier that day and began to fantasize about the woman held captive by the gang. As her mind withdrew into the fantasy, she was faintly aware of what was going on. The man next to her had turned on the reading light and shined it on her. The woman in the front, also with the drug in her system, turned around to watch. She first saw Fran slumped in the back seat, her legs spread, clad only in her now transparent (from her juices) panties. The man sitting next to.