‘Scraped up but nothing worse, I think. Where did that thing come from?’ ‘Must belong to one of those hillbillies out here. Let me help you up.�...� She started to take my hand and then winced. ‘Darn, my hands are really scraped up.’ ‘OK, let’s try it this way.’ I held her upper arm to keep her steady as she picked herself up. She took a couple steps and then staggered, almost going down, and I threw an arm around her waist. Not a big waist, I noticed in passing. She let me take her light weight.. That traction generator put out twenty one hundred and seventy seven amps at six hundred volts. Yup, Ella was getting it the way she wanted. The sweat was rolling off us but we kept up to the beat of the engine.I blew my love up into Ella to the point she'd have sparks in her eyes for a long time to come. I am sure her friends were wondering where she was getting it from. "Oh Harold, just WHAT did you do to Ella? Oh my, being tied up works well!" Was it good?" I asked, knowing it was the best. He would sit in my lap, gently sobbing, sipping his Dew, watching our shows, while I played with his tits, his cunt, gave him lots of tender kisses, hugs, he oinked low, soft, like he was under a spell, he was, my affection towards him lulled him, ended the week on a lovey dovey note, our need to cling to each other so compelling, my slave for life Baby was, he was not a throw away toy, I was smart enough to know this. After lunch, we took a nap, I would always eat his ass first, then he me,. I went biking a for hours to think about my problem, realizing how heavenly smooth it felt down there while I was biking. Just before dinner I returned home. That night I dreamed the weirdest dreams. Of being the first man on earth to give birth, growing breasts and more of those kind of dreams. The next morning my sheets were wet again... Red ! Some cramps in my stomach area, still a pussy between my legs and bloody sheets where I had slept made it quite obvious that I was experiencing a.