Jealousy.”I put my hand on his shoulder. I squeezed him. “We all make mistakes. We all do the wrong thing, but... today, you did what as right. I ...meant it. I will say you were forced. That you didn't have a choice. I will see you protected.”His shoulders shook. Then I realized he was crying. He stopped the car and pressed his face into the steering wheel. It wasn't long before I joined him. I leaned back into the car seat and shuddered, the tears spilling down my cheeks. I almost died, but he. Wanda pushed her mouth back over Rob's erection and started bobbing up and down on it. It felt a hundred times better than masturbating.He looked down and watched more and more of his maleness vanish into Wanda's sexy mouth. She removed her hand and put them on his ass cheeks. She kept taking more of him into her mouth. He could see her cheeks pull in as she sucked on it. Soon he felt the head touch the back of her mouth and then the next time he felt it slip into her throat. She gagged. Average. Ordinary. Jack Valent was often described this way, either to his face or behind his back. His hair was between blonde and brown, making it an incredibly uninteresting blend of the two. His face while definitely not ugly, was not quite handsome either, and he was of average height. While not overweight, Jack also wasn't quite in shape and didn't bother working out since it had no merits to him. His pleasant blue eyes were his only really redeeming feature, but nobody ever saw them. And then he started developing breasts. So he went to his doctor. The doctors, of course, took lots of blood samples, and eventually identified some strange viral particles infecting the poor man. If you could call him that, that is. Besides affecting his sex drive, he was developing breasts, and his genitalia was atrophying. In short, his dick shrivelled. And so the tests went on. And pretty soon, some of the physicians and lab technicians who had been working with him started exhibiting.