..and no, not by you. There's nothing more erotic to some than to see a plump pregnant slut who's a slave. Imagine the things that will be done, the t...ings that can be done to a pregnant slut. The milking, the videos; all of the control. Mmmm. And you, eddie. Can you feel the softness of your own mind, eddie? The silky smooth softness of your lower body, the permanent marking to show what you are, and the warmth inside from knowing that we're teaching you the pleasures of being a woman? You. A bunch of small, wriggling creatures were then released into my boobs, and I barely had a chance to react before another couple of bulges stretched my nipples once more, and another burst of those creatures entered my breasts, which had begun to expand to accommodate them. This process was repeated dozens of times, and each time was as intense as the first, if not more so. By the time they were done, my boobs were bigger than Hannah's, only full of these strange little creatures, and I could. Mandy pulled him into her lap, his head resting between her breasts; her hand still on him as he shrank. It had always seemed magical to her the way a boy would swell and shrink.She resisted the urge to taste what was on her hand. No need to scare him now, she thought."Do you want me to return the favor?" No. Not tonight."She kept her arms around him on the way back. He had warned her to keep her head out of the wind. Bugs stick to your teeth just like they do to the grill of a car. He needed a. ."Just for Jim, so far," I said. "The rest of the time she's my little Slave-Sister and a Mistress to you..." I lowered my voice, " ... but not your Mistress." Hello Katrina," Jim gave her a warm, but somewhat weary smile. He wasn't too worn out to give my slave a real once over with his eyes, however, and Katrina ignored my brother's hungry look."Hi," Cheryl was looking at Katrina as well, but not looking entirely happy.Cheryl's smile was a little forced, it seemed, and I'd rather been hoping.