I whimper and grab my breast. My eyes look down as he slides in. I feel him, oh god I feel him. His dick throbbing as he pushes in. He grabs both of m... thighs and begins to thrust. "YES" "FUCK" "THERE THERE" I've become his fucking doll. He flips me over and slides back in. The springs of the bed rock in a rhythm as he fucks me harder. "You're so fucking wet" he says. I smile with my face down biting on the pillow. "You filthy bitch" he grunts. He flips me over, with my leg over his shoulder,. " So there was still a chance he'd die from this. He closedhis eyes, wondering if he would explode or collapse or fall to the floor.All that he felt was a curious warmth, though, spreading through hisstomach. It felt pleasant, tingly, like a tightening in his belly."Take off your clothes..." Fiona told him. "Your shirt, your pants, yourunderwear; everything. I want to document the changes." She had produceda notebook and quill from under her cloak, already. Her smile had growneven wider,. In the last day or so she'd been feeling odd, kind of tired, and yet connected to something in a way she couldn't understand.She realized she was hungry. She looked at the clock: 11 AM, but she decided to head out for an early lunch anyway.---I hadn't brought lunch to work with me so I headed out to the local sandwich shop, early to beat the rush. Even so, there was someone ahead of me in line. What the hell? Her?! Dianna turned as I approached."Oh, hey! Tom, right? Small world... You okay?"I. .. so we finally meet." I said. She stepped inside my room and then walked passed me. The way she was switching that ass had a man poking through his towel. "Come here." She said. So without hesitation, I walked over to her. She took off her shirt and out popped the most juiciest breasts. I took them both in my hands and began to suck on her nipples. As she began to moan, I began to play with her clit. She was getting wetter by the second. I turned her around and bent her over the dresser. I.