Her right hand begins to cup his balls, rubbing them gently as she goes back and forth on his cock. She works the head, running her lips all over it, ...issing it, making love to it, swirling her tongue around his throbbing head as she rubs his testicles. She takes it out, breathing ever so slightly over his cock as she gazes at it, still rubbing his balls. She licks and kisses up and down the sides as she bats her eyes up at him. He can't believe all of this is actually happening. He grins down. I ... I ... I don’t know why but I knew he liked it which made me like it too,” She stuttered.“I see you have a nice dress on today, so we’d better be careful he doesn’t do it again and spoil it.”She patted Rambo on his head as he immediately started sniffing and putting his nose between her legs.“Take him in the lounge while I make some tea.”Off they went so I made the tea and went back in. She was sitting on the sofa again with Rambo laying on her in the same position. Waving his legs around. I waddled over to the full length mirror on the dresser. Everything seemed so big now because I was so short. The reflection in the mirror confirmed my worst fears . . . I had become Jenna!I was now an extremely pregnant, teenaged runaway."JENNA?" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "ARE YOU HERE?"My voice was an octive higher than it used to be. It was soft and melodic. It was the voice of Jenna. However, there was no response to that voice.A panic gripped my heart. I searched around the. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a pony tail. Her face was adorned with a black lacy mask and matching collar. Around her breasts were leather straps that look like a bra yet allow her breasts to hang free. She wore knee high leather boots with spiked heels. The kind I have had ground into my face before. The kind I could only imagine that male on the TV prior had being ground into the side of his face. Around her waist was a wide belt that had chains and a set of handcuffs hanging from it..