Were they.Hispanic? He thought in wonderment. A pull at his chest disrupted his train of thought. He cupped his nipples and felt the flesh under the... shifting and building up in soft layers, one upon the other. There the skin pushed forward and languidly increased in mass. Taking his hands away revealed a pair of shapely, but not overly-developed breasts. John felt the muscle under them melt away as they grew bigger and bigger until they overfilled his palms and spilled out, quivering. .just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jacob, I’m watching over my parents’ house this weekend,” he stammered.She flashed him a warm smile as she sized him up. Oh my, he’s cute, her inner self toyed. “I’m Veronica Gibson, but most people call me Nicki. It's nice to meet you, Jacob,” she said, trying to push the thought out of her head.The two warmly shook hands and smiled. Sparks immediately flew between them as the handshake lingered longer than normal. The awkwardness built and they slowly. At least Whitney had some sort of relevant thoughts from time to time. Terry was a mindless nymphomaniac. Tucker felt sorry for his real sister and mom, who were now in the same hell he had just escaped from."Good, you're awake. I've been waiting for you to wake up," said Whitney's voice."What happened?" Oh, it seems some of Mom's actual persona made it into you when you had sex. It mixed with me and your sex drive to form that wonderful sex machine we became." Is she gone?" Fortunately, no.. “Will it be okay? With Annette and Morgan?” I nodded again. “I’m not going to sleep with you.” This time my head snapped around. What?“No! I ... didn’t ... wouldn’t ... guestroom!” I was panicked. I needed Annette to get a proper invitation out. This wasn’t going well. Then Kendra smiled. My breathing slowed down.“I was teasing, Arthur,” she whispered. “Don’t panic. If Annette and Morgan and your parents all say it’s okay, I’d be happy to visit over the long weekend. Really. Thank you for being.