Her muscles were now hideously prominent, her E-cup breasts almost overwhelmed her chest, and she was taller. She guessed she was probably around 6’... 1” now, at least. “Shit….shit shit shit!”, she moaned. She extended her hands in front of herself and frowned at the energy flowing beneath her golden skin; it looked like she’d been tanning for days. She’d gone from a 5’ 7” angel to a 6’ 1” glam-body-builder in only a few minutes. “Oh God….this isn’t fucking good!” She groaned. Dropping her hands. Swati has now switched to short skirts, butts almost visible and with a sleeveless t-shirt and was looking sexier than before in the morning. Both Swati and Priya cooked the dinner and we did a chit chat discussing my travel and about their college studies at the dinner table. I came to know that both of them had boyfriends.Priya was more hooked to the phone doing the social networking thing and Swati was only on texting between our talks.I came to my room after the dinner but the idea of. He continued."Yes, I do that for my husband." Do you like your pussy being destroyed by a hard cock?" He insisted."Yes, my husband does that." I replied."Are your nipples sensitive?' He asked very attentively."Yes, they are" I replied."Is your cunt sensitive?" Yes…" I said hesitantly.The other three men could all hear my answers.The first man seemed to be in charge of the gang and asked the third one to search for some Vaseline in the house. I shivered as I heard him…The second man so far had. I couldn't possibly attend a real college, as I was not allowed tograduate from High School.Even that's not entirely true, Jill has said I am going to be takingseveral cooking courses through a local community college, as well assewing lessons, and attending some cleaning seminars! She wants me to bethe most well trained servant I can possibly be.I think, in order for this story to really make sense, I may need to go alittle further back.My life changed completely on the day of my 16th.