Size ten panties were quite large, remembering Sandy wore a size 6, or was that a 7 now? Grinning, he imagined her ass slowly enlarging, each cheek gr...wing rounder and bigger until her big butt would fit a nice pair of size 10 panties. In a few seconds he began to notice her ass beginning to swell, starting to stretch the material of her short skirt. As he noticed her look to see what was going on, she looked around while her hands secretly rubbed her behind, probably trying to figure out what. Her shadow lengthened across the sand and she played games with it. Finally the sun succumbed to its fall, and all faded to twilight. She felt the sudden chill of the sun’s absence; her golden yellow vest top left her shoulders and a lot of her chest bare. She picked up her pace to burn off her frustration and keep the chill at bay. Along the beach she spotted a light; probably teenagers having a party. But, her curiosity was piqued, so she kept going. As she got closer she saw it was not one. It was a very brief note in the flawless handwriting of Evelin’s caretaker. ‘The seer Evelin says: Do as the hero with the sheathed bow tells you. Her arrow will taste blood.’ Fol reseated himself and reached for his mug of juice. He was tempted to slurp, but thought it better to let the official concentrate. Shouldn’t take him too long to realise that the Emperor’s city didn’t have a whole lot of female heroes with sheathed bows to choose from. ‘Given this new information,’ said the official. The hapless teen, armless of a surgery he did a week ago, fights her straps that hold her legs wide apart on a exam table. The bad Doctor comb his bald hair away from his face to see the horror in the girl's face. These is what turned him on not just the sex but the prey and game the torture of the sample that he labeled and called them not by names but numbers and letters. He thrust his jabbed metal condom into the sample, making her scream again. Oh what a lovely sound to his ears. He ripes.