Oh, my." You're growing titties," laughed Natalie D'Angelo, a frumpy housewife wearing too tight pants allowing her fat gut to spill over it as a muff...in top. Now that gut was rapidly vanishing and sexy hips were forming. She grew into those tight pants."So are you," Kimberly nodded. She reached out and grabbed Natalie's swelling tits through her tight top. "Wow, they're growing in my hands."Donna Wilson shook her head as her short, black hair sprouted, growing in long, luxurious waves down a. This was an opportunity as well as a delicate situation. “Remember that man I was telling you about?” she asked as she moved closer against him and put her arm around his waist. “The one who went with the husband to buy some underwear for his wife?” “Yes,” she said. “Karl... he... he spoke to me a few days later and told me what happened.” “Spoke to you?” “Yes. I was having lunch in the cafe on the day you were off seeing a client. He came in, saw me and joined me for coffee. I was curious. I had thought about it previously and I was thinking the same thing. So we set up the following week would be at my apartment.I was to dress the same as meeting in the motel, Naked, cock cage, butt plug, nipple clamps, blindfold, leave the door unlocked. One addition was that I was to sprinkle uncooked rice on the tile floor and kneel on it as I waited for His arrival.The day finally arrived. I prepped as usual, several enemas, shaved, showered. Got my bag of toys ready in the living room. I. This wasn't the first time they had made love that day. Of that, she was certain. And while sure they had done it before, she couldn't remember if this was the second or third or maybe even the fourth time. That didn't matter, either. At that moment, Lynn couldn't even remember how many days they had been married, or how long they had been staying in this furnished, attic apartment while she crammed for her nursing boards, the gruelling, day-long test that would, if she passed, make her a.