Whatever the outcome, I was committed. I adjusted my position a bit and took a firmer hold of her wrist and began swatting her in earnest. Emboldened ...y the fact that I knew we were alone on the top floor (if not the whole building), and buoyed by the fact that I was probably there to be fired anyway, I didn't concern myself with the amount of noise she would create; in fact, I encouraged it. The more squirming and squealing she did, the more I knew I was making my point! After about a dozen. Her nose lost it's point. Her hazel eyesbecame greener, just to buck a stereotype. Her body became a bit morepear shaped, her bust giving up a little to her already perfect rear.Karen sat on the floor as the last of the physical changes ended, evenas the spellware in her brain once again began smaller adjustments.Memory is wonderfully context based, a couple central memories aboutone's parents altered in an incredibly minor way, a couple ofcounterfeit experiences added, and presto. She had. I heard the door open and I froze as I heard someone enter the stall next to ours. The man pushed hard and slid the entire length of his cock into me and I bit my lip to try and stop the moan escape my mouth. Pulling back he then rammed into me again and I couldn’t help gasp. I’m sure whoever was in the next stall could hear us. He started fucking me in slow deep thrusts and I pushed back as I lost control in sexual fervour. He began to grunt and I heard the guy in the next cubicle clear his. “Kelly Jackson reporting, sir. I’ve been assigned to your platoon.”Carson frowned at her and turned her over to Mary Harris. Harris was a brunette, about five feet four with a good figure. It was obvious to Kelly that Mary disliked her on sight. The training began immediately. Although Kelly thought she was in good shape, by the end of the first day she ached in muscles she didn’t know she had. Although she tried to be cheerful, it was obvious that Harris had it in for her. A number of times.