My tits squashed against the floor and poured out ofthe sides of the constricting bra, which groaned at the added tension. Myfingers caressed the edge...of a jar, but I was just out of reach. Maybe ifI repositioned-"TIME TO GROOOOW!"Shit! I sat up and gripped the bars of the cage as the great scale beganto groan and grind anew. I looked up to see Penny swing her her roomybirdcage, her massive E-cup tits shrinking down to a more manageable Dsize. My own cage seemed to be shrinking; it was so. . for me?"Sounding suddenly feminine he told her, "Yes, Ma'am." The form ofaddress seemed inevitable. She liked it and told him to use it all thetime when he was dressed. Soon he was performing the unfamiliar butstrangely thrilling task, tasting her femaleness, feeling the pantiesand corset against his skin, hampered slightly by the tightness of thelatter. But that small inconvenience was forgotten in the wildexcitement of being treated the way he had always longed to be. Hisravishing wife. I start pushing in and out of you, driving your hips down so every movement I make, pushes your pussy deeper onto the thick cock buried inside it also. My pace picks up, now really fucking your arse, as the guys beneath you pushes up and fucks your wet hole. My hips slap against yours, making noises only drowned out by your moaning; you'd scream with pleasure if you weren't being throat-fucked.Three cocks inside you, filling you up, spreading your body and making you so wet... its too much to. The President had to FLEE!The other workers whose actions are worthy of note were a couple dozen of the FBI agents in the J. Edgar Hoover Building just a quarter mile down the street from the Freedom Plaza. They RAN up the street and surrounded the warhead, sending pictures of its ID plate back to the office, and standing guard.The Government keeps sophisticated Geiger counters on hand in case of something like this, several of which were at FBI headquarters. The nearby Secret Service has them.