Its on my shirt too. Let me get some tissues so that you can clean off a bit, Jessica said as she headed for a box of tissues on the bookshelf. No tha...s okay, Jillian said as she reached for the hem of her shirt. This is going to have to go in the wash now anyway. Then she proceeded to lift her shirt over her head. I almost came again as she revealed a flat stomach and a pale green bra that was forming the most amazing cleavage. She then took the shirt and proceeded to wipe her groin with it. A. "So, that's that. Now let's begin."She pulled the girl toward the middle of the stage, where the assistant had put a bondage table. About a foot above the table hung a big plastic bag from the ceiling. Something was in it, but it wasn't discernible from the outside. #44 was put down on her back, with her legs pulled up and strapped to adjustable arms, much like on a gynecologist's table. Her head was placed in a custom box made of clear plexiglass with one side cut out for her neck and while. .god...MY DICK!" he cried as he tore off his pants. He grabbed hispenis with both hands as it became erect. His member kept expanding,way beyond what it had been, reaching twelve inches in length and muchlarger in girth. Next Rick cradled his testicles in his right handwhile they swelled from golf ball sized to baseball sized. "Oh my god,I'm turning into a stud," Rick said as he stood up. He fell to hishands and knees, with his newly improved member hitting the floor as hislegs pulsed and. "The power-I mean, the black thing is the mostimportant thing. That, and the thing in my head. I'll be fine,really. You were right before: if you bring me to the Metal Mistress,she'll be able to help me." They silently looked at me, and at eachother, and nodded. "Just... watch out for yourselves first, okay?Really, don't worry about me. I'll be fine."That's what I told them: "I'll be fine."As the girls started walking across the field toward the center oftown, I ran diagnostics on myself..