" To man glanced again to his clipboard. "And are you Mrs. Mabel Swampwater of two-fourteen Clitlick Street?" Yes, I'm Mrs. Swampwater." Right, mum. I...have a gang rape for you." The delivery man pointed at his clipboard with a ball point pen. "Could you sign here, mum?" I didn't order a gang rape," said the bewildered Mrs. Swampwater."I'd think not, mum," answered the delivery man. With the ease of a well practiced delivery man, he flipped through the sheets of his clipboard. "Says here that. Immediately the web page vanished and a model with mymother's face and body - my face and body now - began strutting down acatwalk in the beautiful outfit Annie had selected. We were watching arear view, and Ingrid's - my - broad hips and generous rear werewiggling their way down the walkway. The likeness was uncanny."Wow!" Annie breathed. "How do they do that?" It has to be CGI, but it's brilliantly done. Really impressive. Iwonder if they're hiring?" You already have a job."Ingrid. Glancing down, Isaw that this entire experience had left me even hornier. My tiny, blackg-string was pressed firmly into my snatch; my plump pussy had soaked itthrough. I gently bucked my hips at the erotic sight.I tried to focus on driving and getting home as quickly as possible.But, I had been left so turned-on, that I couldn't help but touch myself.I idly caressed my expanded tits. They had grown positively huge. Eachone was the size of a basketball. My tee-shirt was stretched around. "Holy shit," James spoke aloud, "that was no dream…" Nearly tripping, his boxers still around his ankles, James stumbled hurriedly toward the bathroom that connected to his room. Standing before the mirror, James found himself staring at the reflection of an Adonis. Even when he had worked out regularly, James had never looked this good. Strong shoulders, muscular pecs, and defined abs… James barely recognized his own body. The legs his new and improved member hung between were also more.