.maybe i could just get a smell..just maybe..but no, I couldn’t..so casually, playing with my pencil (my writing utensil, not my cock ,]..yet) I dro...pped it..I knelt down to grab it and while doing so took a biiiiiig whif of her smelly, little, sweaty feet. By god it was the greatest thing I’d ever smelled..I knew I had to have them, and soon. My dick was pulsing in my pants and I just wanted to fuck her feet, right in front of the whole class. I didn’t care, but I knew she would. After class, I. ”“Yeah, I know the rest.”“You don’t know all the rest. When Brian deserted me, it soured Dad’s business partnership. He was desperate to patch things up ... to get Brian and me back together. He tried to find doctors that could reverse my condition and became more and more distressed when told there is no treatment. He blamed me, Christian...” She put her hand on her bald head. “He blamed me for this and he blamed me for not trying hard enough. He couldn’t accept the fact that Brian wanted. ”“Together?”“No, Beaver. That would be kind of goofy, wouldn’t it?”“Yeah,” said Beaver. “I guess so.” He thought for a moment. “Hey, Wally?”“What?”“So what do you think about while you’re doing it? Hitting a home run?”Wally laughed. “Sorta. I mean, after all, you start off thinking about getting to first base. Like with Monica Davenport. You know what I mean?”“Monica plays baseball?”Wally rolled his eyes. “No. Have you ever seen Monica Davenport?”“Sure. Lots of times.”“And you know she’s got -. "I suspect the shaping of the corset has finished off yourtransformation. Let's see," he said as he finished giving me enoughslack to unclasp the front.Indeed, as we looked into the long mirror, we could see that thehourglass figure the corset had created had largely stayed, thoughperhaps not as pronounced as with the shaping garment. I had never hadmuch body fat and so my new little 4-pack of abdominal muscles showedthrough.It was a pretty awesome body now if I do say so myself. The.