" Again an image of nude Cathy appeared on the screen. An alert text box appeared on the screen read, "Unable to begin. Object exceeds physical d...mensions of assembler." Dan clicked on some icons on the top of the screen. "There! I reduced her to 10%." He clicked a few more times, and the machine began to hum and buzz. A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Inside was five miniature naked copies of Cathy. "Oh my!" gasped Cathy. "Can I see one!" before Dan could. " So you pretty much had sex every night after work for a year as part of your sentence?" Not just sex, no. That would have been a walk in the park compared to what I was made to do over that year. Sure there were one or two people that were happy to just fuck the uber-breasted bimbo over and over again for a week, but most wanted much more than that." Like what?" Over the course of that year I was made to become all sorts of things. One week I was straight, the next a lesbian, the next bi. I. As she lowered the shirt to replace it with the sheet, Josh caught sight of her tits. He grazed the side of them as he helped to arrange the sheet to cover her. It was no accident. He wanted to do far more than simply graze them. He wanted his mouth over her nipples. He wanted their weight in his hands. He wanted to spend a great deal of time pleasuring her. With great reluctance he pulled back. Brent had her positioned on a chaise lounge, with her legs draped over the side. Her back turned. He lived in a middling-sized rambler in the nicer corner of Peaks, nicer than my own home by a fair pitch. As I rolled into his driveway, I noticed his mother’s car wasn’t there. Out running errands, I surmised.Paul’s room was around the back side of the house, on the corner near the back door. I would usually go right up to his window and knock lightly, as Paul’s mother was known for her government-level interrogations when his friends came around. Seeing as she was gone, I went right up to.