I want you to go over the schedule again."Simonds left the apartment and headed back to his car. He unconsciously checked the small bottle in his pock...t. It contained a dose of the DNA virus. He had spent a very surreal night choosing a new form with Quince. His boss had no intention of spending the rest of his life as a wanted drug smuggler. Quince and Simonds would split the proceeds of this final run of restricted drugs for the black market and then go their separate ways.Quince would get. ? She saw a trimbody, with long legs and flat tummy.?Her boobs weren?t huge, but did fill her tee shirt nicely.? They were well formed and high, with nipplesthat tended to stand erect.? ?Constanthigh beams? her owner often said.? Shecouldn?t see her ass, but it, too, was quite well proportioned and very firmfrom many hours of diligent exercise.?Her eyes were wide and slightly almond shaped, not quite oriental,flanked by high cheekbones and supported by a small, delicate nose.? Her blue eyes. His eyes widened as he saw his foot for the first time that day. His toes, much like his fingers, had grown substantially, but there was almost something akin to a thick webbing of skin connecting them at their base. The joints of his toes were distended, several sizes too big for his foot size. He tried to wiggle and curl his toes but they felt almost locked into place.“Oh, Stan... Are they bad? How bad are they?” Emily asked, still looking down and away, the flushness from seeing her husband. He rubbed it vigorously, as her body began to tremble uncontrollably.Her head moved side to side as her pussy squeezed his dick harder. "Oh... Oh yes, I'm gonna cum, yes make me cum," she yelled out as her pussy forced him out of her. He looked down at her pussy as juice came flying out, splashing against his shirt, and some splashing into his face. She was almost screaming as pussy pulsed again, shooting more juice onto him.He watched on in amazement as her orgasm slowly began to subside. The.