I can see the dog’s red cock shunting into the bitch like a piston; suddenly it hits a climax and it’s whole body presses into the rear end of the...bitch pumping spasmodically as it ejaculates.A sharp twang of guilt accompanies the clenching and juicing of my snatch.I turn away, embarrassed that someone may have noticed me watching.Suddenly I’m feeling rather warm in the office-suite I’ve worn today.Having shed my jacket, I feel old Joneses gaze on my figure as I work around him. Then. He felt a tingle and so did she. It was going to work, Ann thought exultingly.Burt stared. Lady Ann's aristocratic, beautiful face was changing - her creamy complexion roughed and she grew taller - was he - yes he was shrinking. It was impossible.In fifteen minutes he saw another Burt in Lady Ann's dressing gown. His own clothes hung on him like a sock on a chicken! He felt tender breasts rubbing against his rough wool shirt - it also made them itch. Involuntarily his hand went to his crouch.. I grimaced and closed her stall door, stopping briefly at the mirror,’Ok, let’s go now Sammie, your work here is done.’ I left, and for the second time that night, I felt like throwing up.“Sammie? What happened in there?” Jenny met me halfway across the dance floor. I glanced at Clyde in the back of the bar. He studied my face and his eyes shot at the bathroom door and quickly back to me. He shook his head, ’Oh No!’ I looked towards Rob’s table. No change, he was still occupied with his. ?Naughty, naughty Monica. You know what Sir would make you do right now.? I chastised myself, then reached up and repositioned the ball gag in my mouth and buckled the straps securely. Regagged, I bent forward and somehow smiled around the red sphere clutched between my teeth, then clasped the panty girdle and drew it up my legs, making sure it nestled snugly into my crotch and held the dildo and butt plug firmly in place.I began to think about what my colleagues, friends, the neighbours and,.