Lori felt her uterus contact with spasms and the Cupid’s large dick bump into her cervix as it released its final rope of cum deep into her new womb... The Cupid slid out of her sloppy cunt. He stood up, smiled and then placed her back into the chair facing the computer screen. With a wave of his hand, all the photographs the now vanished cameras had taken scrolled across the screen. Lori stared in amazement as she watched herself transformed from a fat, balding crossdresser into a young and. She felt worshipped as he made a fuss over her saggy floppy pillow tits. He’d hum with pleasure stroking the rolls around her waist or taking handfuls of her soft buns. Best of all he could reach all the way to her cervix in any position they tried. He’d bounce off her buns when he was slamming her doggy. He’d moan with pleasure when she simply slid her plump cunt lips along his shaft as it laid on his belly. He squirted lots of hot cream in deep in her twat. She was his love goddess and she. "Carry your shoes until we get outside. No—wait."Frozen in place, I turned to watch her dig in her back pocket. When it appeared again, the hand held something that made me moan in misery. It was a collar. A dainty, mock-diamond encrusted pink dog collar. With a pink leash."Noooo," I whimpered. "Please don't make me wear that."Tears sprang to my eyes and my nose started burning. My head swung back and forth and I could feel my body shrinking in upon itself. I clutched myself even tighter across. Later but not much, we screwed in the missionary position and I filled her cunt with jiz. She orgasmed with me as she had earlier in the evening.We were lying quietly about to snooze off when Heather crawled into bed with us. She snuggled in next to me and we all went to sleep.It was Saturday and a number of the teens would be joining us at the housse to swim and screw. This tine, there were the well-known eight and six more. I talked to Heather and she said that they may not share but all of.