"How can there be a story with no story? It's ridiculous! It's - " But before he could finish his thought, he felt a odd sensation moving through his ...hole body. His hair fell down to his waist, and lightened from black to red. His hazel eyes turned a ruby green. His lips grew thicker and poutier. His nose cutened and got smaller, while his eyes expanded. His waist contracted, and his hips thickened until they were twice as wide as his now-wasp waist. His ass swelled, until he felt like he was. Sanju narrates: Umaa aunty starts stroking my cock and i can’t believe that i am getting jerked off by a milf.Umaa aunty: You like my body…my breasts? Do you wanna see your aunty’s breasts?Sanju: yes aunty….Umaa aunty: here, go on touch them.Umaa aunty: how does it feel Sanju…do you feel good? Does your aunt’s breasts feel good?Sanju: Yes aunty…yess..hmmm…Umaa aunty: What are you doing Sanju I told you only to touch them…aaah….yes…why are you biting… Sanju…yes…suck them.Sanju: Wow aunty, your. The simple truth was that another babysitting service in direct competition with me made a terrible accusation and turned it over to the authorities by way of an anonymous tip line. They accused me and my workers of using the babysitting service as a front for illicit activities. I was sent to the detention center for six months to rehabilitate me and all that did was to expose me to a world of lesbian sex that really opened my eyes to the underworld of perverted longings and hidden. Now usually nobody was allowed there during the lunch break so I wondered what was going on.My curiosity got the better of me and I left the others to the football and followed her into the woods. The path split left and right and despite scanning the area I couldn’t see any sign of which way she went. In the end I chose left but after 100 yards I reached the stream and there was still no sign of her so I retraced my steps and started walking down the other path. After a couple of hundred yards.