She shivered slightly at the different feeling she wasexperiencing. After a little bit, she cupped her breasts and gave them agentle squeeze. A slight...moan escaped her lips, but it wasn't audibleenough for her to realize what she did. She gave another slight squeezeand moved on to her nipples again. Ash pinched them and rubbed them androlled them between thumb and forefinger. The feelings between her legsgrew and pulsated as it begged to be touched.The young lady was trying to hold off on. The north wall was black as a vast void, almost like it displayed an image of a desolate space rather than a turned off Screen. Its opposite wall had nothing particular, woodland green wallpaper and a plain looking door.They numbered forty four, with the majority being the third level Martial Mortals. At every other occasion, any of those third level Martial Mortals would have been ecstatic for the opportunity to share a seat in this consecrated room, but if right now an outsider will enter and. They'd implanted various oestrogendepot, slow and fast release in different parts of my body, whichpresumably they wanted to feminise more.I stood tied to a frame, naked except for the plastic bra which showed myswollen nipples and breasts, and the corset which contracted my nowsmaller waist into something approaching a wasp shape, my hips and bottomswollen with the increased fat in them. From a distance I looked veryfemale. My once functioning penis had been injected with something whichnow. Two years later, I met him again, this time on theoutside. He came to a church at which I was preaching and, after theservice, came up to me and told me that he owed me his life and sanity,and would do anything possible to repay me. I instantly saw my chance,and grasped at it. I improvised a story (I am very good at that) about agirl who ran away from her alcoholic father and sadistic mother, and whomI was now sheltering. The authorities were intent on restoring her to herfamily, and the only.