She stopped briefly, to lean back and look at me. She quickly jettisoned her shirt, her man-made 38 d-cup boobs became unrestrained. Her nipples were ...aunt and strong, perched on top of lightly colored areolas.“Do you like them?” she asked unabashedly as she cupped her boobs in her hands and lightly teased her nipples with her fingers.“On yeah,” I gleefully replied, placing my hands, on top of hers.“I’m glad,’ she replied, “I think they need a little attention.”She dropped her hands and smiled.. My ribs hurt. That was progress. I was able to start naming where the pains were.“Em?” I croaked. They’d taken out the feeding tube yesterday when they realized I was actually awake and could respond to drinking liquids. I still had tubes running out elsewhere.“I got the lucky draw to spend the night tonight. Dad went home a couple of hours ago,” she said. “Need some water?” I nodded and she fitted a straw to my lips. My throat was still sore from the tube but my jaw ached as well. Someone said. It's hard to know what to call me, because we don't know the reason. A genetic mutation is the favored theory. That's why your parents are so happy with Carol and me becoming lovers." [The Boys were already aware of the theory that I was a genetic mutation, and of the forthcoming wedding and its ostensible purpose: so Carol and I could have children later. The only thing The Boys didn't know was the extent of my abilities. They mainly knew of just my extraordinary genius and marathon running. Mujhe bhut dard hua lekin uncle ne mere honto ko nehi chora mei sirf gugu ki awazein nikal raha tha. uncle ne phir mujhe kaskar pakda aur dusra jordar dhakka mara karib aadha lund andar ja chukka tha meri aankhon mei aansu aa gaye.lekin uncle ne chora nehi aur ahista ahista dhakke marne lage karib 10 min bad mere aansu ruke to uncle ne mere honth chore aur bole aaj tujhe maine ladke se ladki bana diya hai aur tum meri biwi ban gayi ho.mujhe bahon me bharo vishu jan.meri gand me bhut dard tha.