"It started the day we got that doll."Lois started to speak, but just then Clark heard someone calling for help and the word, "Metallo!" Someone needs...help," Clark said, getting to his feet, forgetting about his problems for a moment. "Downtown." What is it?" Lois asked, but Clark was already in his costume and zooming out the door in a blur.Superman flew to the scene as fast as he could, vaguely aware of the weight of his breasts and the new swerve of his rounding, widening hips. He ignored. And although I haven't been watching I know she is still doing it. It would really be hard to put down every weird event I have observed but I will do my best to explain one of the activities I have managed to see since my last entry. Well about a week ago I went and bought some new clothes for work, nothing out of the ordinary or fancy.. just some black skirts and pants, assorted shirts and a few new sets of underwear. I'm not sure if other girls are aware of their drawers, but I can tell if. Taking advantage of the fact that his attacker-turned-lover was howling blissfully, the cat released a few moans of his own. Unfortunately for both the cat and I, the canines orgasm soon came to an end. Releasing his interspecies lover, he pulled away. Panting like&hellip, well, like a dog, he struggled to catch his breath. When he finally did, he seemed surprised to find the cat still standing before him. What are you still doing here? he asked, obviously finding it odd that the feline had not. That didn't seem realistic.The last and most likely explanation was that he was losing his mind, and it was all just a hallucination. That one seemed to be the most reasonable, and it had him worried. When his wife had left him three years ago, it had been such a shock to Tom that he had gone into a deep depression. Some of his friends had finally convinced him to get some professional help. One of them had recommended a therapist named Peggy Callahan. Tom had called her, and over the next.