"How can you break awashing machine washing clothes? What did you put in there?!" My clothes," I lied by omission, "and the 'Little Chick' pyjamas." W...hat... what happened? Are they all ruined?" Holly asked, exasperated,but then she broke out in hysterical laughter. "Is that why you'renaked?!" she giggled through tears."Uh... yeah," I admitted, nodding. Holly found it hilarious."I don't have the sort of money to go buying a new washing machine!"Holly wept, her laughter an odd juxtaposition to. Often thelast submission from the author was over three years ago. I decided Iwould not publish any stories unless they were finished. Although I amdebating about one story I am writing where I might break this rule.Another thing that I noticed about many of the TG stories is that theylean heavily on physical body changes. I have learned that many of thestories on these sites are written by men, which probably explains whymany of the female characters have DD breast are larger. I do not. Kathryn laughed. ‘That isn’t the kind of begging I wanted! Get down on your knees.’ I answered in the zombie voice. ‘I will get down on my knees.’ as I got up from the chair and kneeled before her. As I looked up at her, she stepped forward to me. Her firm stomach was inches from my face as I stared up into her gorgeous breasts and hard nipples. ‘You will worship me, for I am your goddess.’ she said with a laugh. I began bowing to the floor. ‘I will worship you, oh Boob Queen, Kathryn The. After the manager had gone we sorted out the kitchen then went to the staff room to get changed out of our greasy uniforms, once again I saw the bulge in his white Ben Sherman boxers as he pulled off his uniform trousers, I stood there in front of him with my cock growing in my own boxers, I never hid the fact I was perving on him, I knew I had to act fast,“I love your boxers Chris are they cotton or elasticated” I asked“Don’t know mate”“is it ok if I feel them” and before he got the chance to.