I still wore my Seahawks ball cap, and Charles and Billy were talking about how Seahawk fans were pussies and that the Pats were going to show us ho... to win a Super Bowl. For the next half hour, I was used in every way, as some cocks tired of my stretched and cum filled pussy, and opted to fuck my ass. I couldn’t keep track of how many loads of cum I swallowed, and some chose to shoot all over my face and hanging tits. I was hoping that soon, Charles and Billy would put a stop to this. We had stopped kissing, but just then Anjali shouted at me come on why did u stop?! And started to kiss me again. I understood. My plan was a success! Akash had held his emotions for so long, seeing this couldn’t stop himself, and started to grope Anjali’s back. She did not seem to mind. Soon Rajeev and Swati joined us. I fondled with Anjali’s luscious boobs, squeezed them, and tuned her nipples! Her nipples got harder. Akash was kissing her back. Rajeev and Swati meanwhile started kissing each. Before I left, they advised, "at least 12 hours," called dad, "between transformations. So if you do this," he trailed off somewhat, "it will at least be that much of a commitment."That was something else to think about. I didn't like the idea of having to commit to a new body. Normally, you take the one you get, and you live with it. This was too big a decision for any human to make, I thought. Nobody I knew ever had to deal with such a strange identity crisis. I had no idea how to. .?! CLICK-whirrrrrr. "Gotcha!" Karen bounded from the room, now clad in a white terry-cloth robe, a Polaroid camera in one hand, an about-to-be embarrassing photo in the other. It took me about 30 seconds to hop into my jeans. Most of that was being careful not to zip up my still-hard rod. Then I stormed down the hall, ready to tear her room apart to find that photo. But as I burst into her room (by now you've probably figured out that our bedroom doors don't lock), Karen was just sitting.