I headed back down Main St. to a small shop just across from the grocery store that sold clothes; if I remembered correctly, I would find shoes there ...s well.It turns out I was lucky; not only did they sell shoes, but there was also a small selection of fabric, buttons, thread and other things needed to repair clothes or make your own. I'd been dreading going to a bigger town to hunt down a Wal-Mart or crafts store and had hoped I could put it off a bit, but I was fortunate. I thanked the woman. A really nice girl with a good rack of titties, getting on her knees everynight, that would be fun, and Dr Phillips mixed the tubes changing colorsand blends until he was happy with the result.He filled the syringe and injected the man, watching slowly how the 6 feet2 inches of the monster transformed slowly into what he had always wantedto possess.He removed the gloves, and had a seat the transformation will take hoursand he had slowly watched already two that day. Father and son, slowly. After she got what she could see, she went for what was left inside, taking care of that too and giving me extra pleasure from her ministrations. After finishing with me, she went straight over to her husband’s cock and started by first licking then sucking on his balls before moving on to his semi-erect cock, where she gave him a good cleaning with a fantastic blowjob. She was tasting not only him but also the remnants of my sweet nectar left over on his cock. It took Jon about thirty minutes. It wasn’t as if I didn’t like his touch, it just felt cold, different even. “You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear as he began to pinch and twist my nipples. “What are you talking about?” I moaned back despite the pain that was beginning to flood through my chest. That was when a whole new pain flooded through me as he yanked my hair back and slapped me across the face. It hurt so much more because I couldn’t show the pain in my eyes or see the look in his face. .