I also have a very strange hobby; I am a performance comic pick pocket. I make a few dollars on most weekends by showing my skills at banquets, birthd...ay parties and occasionally at a local dinner club.My wife Nancy is the executive secretary to William Mathews III, a Senior Vice president, and an all-around waste of space. The only reason for his employment is he is the oldest son of William II.I met Nancy McDermott when I applied for an engineering position at the company over three years ago.. Thursday night is when the owner starts preparing the track. He also lets racers get in a few laps of practice if they needed them. Well, I needed them badly. I had been wrecked the Saturday night before and had to rebuild the whole ass end of my car during the week. I thought I had it right but there is only one-way to tell for sure. I race dirt late models on one of the strangest and sometimes scariest dirt track around. Six hundred and fifty horsepower in a twenty one hundred pound car that. A-Augh! Ma-Marco… Why are you doing this to me!!?? I managed to yell. He ignored me. Simply mauled my poor breast, stretching it from its base to the rigid nipple, making me squeal as pain rushed through my brain. He was insanely strong, I knew it, but feel him playing with my tit like it was a rubber toy… But even before I could beg him to stop, his hand already was elsewhere. He ripped off the button of my jeans, broke the zipper and was forcing it down. Marco dont! Please s-stop! Why are you. Avian clawsI stared to freak out more and I flapped my wings in fear! Wait? Mywings? My arms were now completely covered in pink feathers. I could nolonger see my hands. Just some long soft feathers that ran up to myshoulders.As I looked down on my body again, now my thighs and hips were coveredin feathers as well. I could feel something moving above my butt. Iglanced over and I saw my new tail feathers. I wiggled some new musclesthat I didn't know I had and my pink ass feathers fanned out.I.