Abbie's mind goes into a matchmaking mode. She doesn’t tell Tim yet, just working out how she could make it happen.At about this same time, this ma... that no one really knows comes up to the bar near Tim and Abbie. He is enticed by the conversation being bantered about. He leans on the bar next to Tim and starts chatting with him, mainly. He talks with Tim and tries to divert Tim’s attention from Abbie.Several drinks in, Tim realizes he needs to piss. He is a bit hesitant about the unisex. They both start screaming, not so much in pain as in surprise, as they both witness each other’s growth around their midsection. Oddly enough, both their eyes are on Mr. Wallace, who has never swelled to the size he is now. His slightly hairy belly started to look like he had a beer-belly, but they knew better than that. As it got bigger, Mr. Wallace could feel it moving, like a woman would a normal c***d, except there was nothing normal about this c***d. He gripped his growing belly as it. " How big are these ? " I asked, juggling them gently and feeling the weight, pinching gently on her hardening nipples." EE. You like them ? "I ran the underside of my cock along her tongue, then quickly thrust it as deep down her throat as I could until she gagged and started to choke. After a few seconds I pulled it out allowing her to breathe again. As my shaft was now soaked with her spittle I put it between her boobs and pressed them together round it, pumping rhythmically for several. It was a matter of “honor” when I was forced to dispose of “bitch” when I caught her sucking our landlord’s cock right in the hallway of our modest lodgings. I was incensed at her explanation of, “I had to do it to get him to wait for our rent that you forgot to pay!” fell entirely on my religiously dedicated deaf ears. Such matters were below my concern and of little consequence. I suspected the landlord had some genetic makeup of the spawn of “Little Satan” and that made her action doubly.