Fir kya jhat se mera hath pakad liya.mene b use pakad k bed par lita diya aur uske boobs dabaane laga.usne kaha “aaram se chubh raha hai “maine ka...a “lagtaHai tumhari bra chubh rahi hai use utar do.usne b jhat se apni salwar utari aur pith meri taraf kar k beth gayi aur kaha ki meri bra ka button khol do”mene b uski bra ka button khol diya aur uski pith ko choomta hua apni taraf moda uske boobs itne gore the aur uspe lal nipple jaise kisine vanila ice cream pe strawberry rakh diya ho.Mene use. Mosy of it was going into my torso still but there was some loose, almosttransparent skin hanging from my arms. Almost like... fins? And and aspine was pushing out from each of my elbows. I was seriously scared now.I was turning into some kind of freak.I could feel something weird going on in my waist. I lifted my t shirt upand could see my 6 pack melting away as the remaining mass from my armsand shoulders pushed past it, taking more mass from my waist with it. Icould feel my arse starting to. The girls giggle and talk about me in their native tongue, but I ignore them and watch my graceful boy getting pulverised by his stout counterpart. My lad is more skilful but nowhere near as powerful as his opponent, and he has been worn down by strong shots to his perfectly sculpted torso. He looks like he will be finished off any moment, but his courage shines through as he weaves in and out, trying desperately to retain consciousness. A group of raucous Americans arrive from off the street. . Fill me with your love, your life!' At that precise moment, I reached again for the regulating lever, intending to increase by mere degrees my pelvic pummelling, but my fingers, still greasy from the dripping, slipped and pushed it too far. In desperation, I grabbed again, yet my fingers could not gain sufficient purchase, succeeded instead to push the lever beyond my reach. The machine reacted in the only way it could, in the exact manner of its design. Wheels spun faster, the spring.