She didn’t like the cramped feeling you get when you put water into your bowels. Erin opened the clam on the hose and let the water rush into Rachel...’s intestines. Erin and company watched as the bag slowly emptied and Rachel squirmed and moaned. Erin could only imagine what it must feel like to have that much water rushing inside of you. When Erin was satisfied that all of the water was in she pulled the tube out of Rachel’s rear and ordered two of the guys who were watching to put Rachel on. "I meant the things I said that night..." I paused, trying to summon the strength to face those events "... and the things we did". She looked at me without a word, but I felt her relax - she felt the same. I looked at her for what seemed and age and then started to pull her tom me. She melted in my arms and I kissed her. I felt her arms curl around my waist and she squeezed me tightly as we made love with our mouths. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest with the thrill and my cock. Simultaneously, however, she was also nearly overcome with an intense desire to rush to the girls' room and do what she could to rectify the train wreck that was her current makeup. Still, she reassured herself with the knowledge that her new physical and mental changes, though just as irresistible and just as central to her personality as the previous ones, were changes that she'd chosen for herself, and were improvements toward her goal of becoming as sexy as possible. Leslie also began to. She started cooing like she was talking to a sick horse. "I'm with you, sugar. It's OK. I'm here to help you. This bad stuff is all going away. It's all right."The tone of another woman's voice started to bring Heather back to reality and then to shame. "What have I done? I'm so sorry, Bob. I don't know what happed to me. Sally, your dad didn't do anything. It's me; I'm a slut. I must be punished for my wicked ways." No, Heather, my dad loves you and so do I. You're a good woman who has been.