And when she comes, you will have passed the virus on to her.’ Wendy stood up. She was now a skinny girl with black hair, hardly the giggling sex to... I had brought home. She seemed completely relaxed now. I looked up at the mirror and realized my change was nearly complete. My hair was golden blonde and full. My boobs were huge jiggling masses, likely in the E-cup range. My hips had widened into lush curves rounding into my now tiny waist. My cherry red lips had swelled into thick, bee-stung. And what a lovely surprise it was. Jennifer had been called by her husband at work and told to get home as soon as she could, hinting that what was waiting for her was one of her sexual fantasies come true. As Jennifer finished work that day to the best of her abilities, all that went through her mind was what it could be, from the several fantasies she had admitted to having. It turned out the be the one fantasy that Jennifer figured to be the least possible, and maybe because of that fact,. “I’ll be fine.” I left my hand resting on her leg, and she started. It was slow, at first, but as she struggled to remember a key detail or instruction, I gave her another gentle squeeze on her thigh. By the end, she was excitedly explaining how the equations worked as if she was gossiping with one of her little girlfriends and her knees were bouncing opened and closed with nervous energy. In the movement, I wasn’t squeezing her thigh, there was no point, but my hand slid down between. I looked into his eyes with a pleading; I shook my head, and begged a muffled:“Please don’t”Trying to sway his decision, trying to influence any feelings of decency or sympathy.It was to late.He moved to sit beside me on the bed, and began toying his middle finger up and down the length of my, still wet, slit.I renewed my efforts to break the bonds, as his finger slid inside me and curled firmly into the wall behind my pelvic bone, his thumb then slipping to and fro across my clit, causing me.