He unfolded the clothes and found a black knit sweater dress. It was ribbed, with short sleeves and a twin set sweater to match it. There was a simple...black bra that he fumbled to get around his chest. It was a 34C, Tracy's old size. He pulled the straps up over his shoulders and didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry when his budding breasts didn't fill up the cups. Either way, he had definitely developed breasts. Firm and round, with a dark nipple, he had a woman's chest.He slipped the. "Alright you are on" I couldn't believe my ears, and instantly prostrated my self on the bed and spread-eagled my body. She went to her closet and brought some scarves, taking my left hand first she tied a tight knot around my wrist and even a tighter one to the bedpost. This intrigued me but I thought she was just securing her chances of winning and knowing how crazy she got with bets I kept my mouth closed.In a flash she did my three remaining limbs and placed the recording cam on it's set.. ‘At least put the groceries down before comforting me, something’s poking me.’ He laughed, then put the offending bananas in the bowl. Who knew he needed a banana bowl? He made quick work of putting all the groceries in their place before returning to her. ‘No more stalling. What’s wrong?’ ‘Kyle and Nichole are getting married. She’s pregnant.’ She pulled him closer, loving his strength, hoping he could share some with her. ‘She’s trapped him.’ He rested his chin on her head. ‘You don’t know. Shadows rippled across the ground. My brother charged naked towards the campfire. I was about to call out to him when he stumbled. Blood spurted from his back. A long, slashing wound flayed open his back. Blood poured down his muscles.He collapsed on his knees, snarling in pain.“Sven!” I gasped as he rose, convulsion wracking me.Then I heard laughter. I spotted the flutter of pink butterfly wings around the trees, the momentary glimpse of a pale, busty body. Anger surged through me. A faerie..