Itvery quickly lost any and all traces of the male's face it had oncebeen, becoming not only decidedly and increasingly feminine, but alsoquite inexpl...cably more and more familiar.Its eyes turned green.And as Lance watched spellbound, its short dark hair flowed out toshoulder-length, steadily reddening with every new inch it grew.Abruptly, feeling began returning to Lance's body. But even after thestrange tingling had finally ceased, Lance still felt very peculiar.There was now an odd new. "You smell good," he said as he caressed her labia with the tip of his tongue.Whatever was wrong with her breasts didn't extend to her pussy. As his tongue attacked her clit, she grabbed the back of his head and slammed her pussy hard against his mouth, hissing out, "Yesssss."After a while, he mounted her, slowly sliding his cock into her tight pussy. He glanced down at her breasts as they swayed just below his chest. Her nipples seem thicker and longer than I remember. He looked closer as he. Show me everything. Come on, bitch, do it."Whimpering, tears streaming down her cheeks, the MILF did as she was told, drawing her legs apart widely. She did not look at me. But I looked at her.Her little cunt was a work of art. While her body was skinny and sleek and firmly toned, her puffy snatch was fleshy and dark pink, her vulvae shaved smooth, just a little strip of dark blonde pubes above her stiff little clit. She wasn't wet, of course. They never were.I smiled, smelling her cunt. I. No one lived in places like this, they just died here.There was another man there too, and he was not gone. I could smell him and that alone was enough to tell me he didn't belong in that place. He smelled foreign and alive and I turned my head to see him at the sink, washing his hands, or maybe something else. He smelled human and dressed like a doctor, with the white coat and the funny green pants, the scrubs that doctors wear. He didn't look at me, not yet, but he moved like he knew I.