She was of a short stature, about 5’2” probably, wheatish complexion, cute face that, if you could ignore her voluptuousness, could make you feel ...very brotherly towards her. She had a firm body, not so well proportioned but adequately padded with the right amount of flesh at the other places. And it was her massive breasts that “stood out”.She was one from the Marketing group and so was I. On many occasions we would sit back to back, or across the table face to face in the computer lab. She was. "No, not at first. At first I was her-" Christy pointed at her copy ofthe document. "Then I was another babe yesterday. Now this morning Iwoke up like this!"John shook his head, still comparing the documents. "That does not makesense. Our Transformation by Image service is a one-time thing. Whatyou're describing almost sounds like a curse. Were you using any othermagical items, or have you been exposed to any other magical effectsrecently?"Christy shook her head, platinum tresses swirling. Something has come up. We just received a video satellite call from the French President." The General told him."So, we're sure? That asshole survived after all?" The president asked."Yes, sir. Voice pattern matches file records. Also, they are maintaining contact, and would like to speak to you as soon as possible, if not sooner. We can transfer the link to your office if you would like, sir." The General said.Nodding, the president got up, and walked over to his desk. Pressing a button on the. Maybe they would pass meby."Here she is," said Richard a moment later. Closer now. He was closeenough to be behind my bower - what a coincidence. His target was almoston top of me."Sleeping like a fucking princess," said Pete."Proper princess," Richard snorted. "The way she'd flounced off, makingup some bollocks about phoning somebody. Fuck! I thought she was going tokiss me." Should have let her," said Rob."Nah. Lezza like that! Anyway, she's got no tits. I like "em big." Plenty to hang on.