They threatened to withhold fuel shipments if an agreement could not be reached."Then we would be forced to end all agricultural shipments to EastHem,..." Whiting calmly countered. "We would eject all of you from our planet and we would be easy fodder when the WestHems returned. You would never again enjoy the boost to your economy that we are responsible for."Eventually, the diplomats agreed to Laura Whiting's condition. They had been ordered to push as hard as they could for conversion to pounds. When Rick came to, he looked at himself. He was in a tiny, petite feminine body, with small tits, a huge dick, and a super-sensitive vagina. And it had given him the orgasm of orgasms. He smiled. Still, inside, there was something that wasn't quite satisfied. Something was missing. He'd masturbated up a storm the past few days, including in ways he hadn't dreamed of. But it wasn't quite the same.Rick went back to the display. He thought long and hard, and the machine read his thoughts. . " The judge watched as Pamela licked his cock clean and then she stood in front of him. Pamela's creamy blouse had come out of the waistband of her skirt a bit, and she looked as aroused and eager for more intimate sex as she really was. Pamela reached down, unbuttoned the fastening at the side of her skirt and then slowly lowered the zipper that would unfasten the skirt enough for her to remove it. The skirt fell below to her ankles and then Pamela hooked her fingers in the waistband of the. “No...” I said after a long pause. “Nice try. It’s going to be a hellof lot harder for me to get laid than you.” “Well,” she said softly, her voice taking on a sensual, seductive toneas she ran her fingers up my chest. “What if I...sweetened the pot?”I looked down into her soft blue eyes as she smiled back at me. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, growing intrigued by her sensualmannerisms. “Well...,” she continued, biting her lip as she paused for an agonizingmoment. “What if on our.