"Ah, very nice," Sonia purred, sliding off the desk. She stoodin front of the girls. With her red high heels on, she was nearlysix feet tall, about si...x inches taller than either of the twogirls, even in their pumps. She reached out and caressed Jenny'sface, her bright red fingernails glistening."Nice eyes," she said, referring to Jenny's baby blues. Jennycouldn't help batting them. They always attracted attention andhelped Jenny get her way.Sonia then used her a perfect fingernail to trace. No point arriving all sweaty at school."Fran slowed down a little, but looked at me in deep despair. "She is horrible!" she exclaimed. "And I am sure she hates my guts." I can't for the life of me understand why," I said. "But at least I love you!"She just looked at me, and then answered the first part of my statement. "She blames having me at 16 for the life she got. And for losing her figure, as she puts it." Well, you didn't choose to be born, did you?" I asked. "I'm mighty glad you were. " Hannah!" Molly cried. "You might be in danger!", but Hannah waved her hand dismissively."I'll be fine," she said. "This isn't even the biggest I've been. This little body is built to stretch." Molly looked unconvinced.Hannah pressed her hands to her thighs and stood. "Come on," she said. "Let's get moving!"A short while later, the girls were packed up and on the trail. They walked single file, full-term-pregnant Katie, overdue-with-triplets Hannah, and red-haired Molly, bloated cock and balls. Instead of catching her, they stood aside as she landed and unhooked herself, allowing her ropes to be drawn back up.Monique, giving up on her caution, approached. "What's up?"The new girl held her hand up as she watched her companion prepare to descend. "Sorry, but we wanted to deliver the news simultaneously. You understand, don't you?"Monique shrugged, also glancing up, even as Roscoe nervously sniffed their newest addition. Sniffing required less energy than running in circles.The young.