Her trade nickname became Insatiable Alicia, and she’d do anything as long as she was rewarded with smiles and acceptance. She came back to me quite...soon. In many ways, Alice now being dead, I had fathered this creature and that she craved my approval was obvious- she was wanton and demanding, open to anything but more: needing anything. Beyond one or two times, when one of her co-stars, usually female for my sake but sometimes male, joined us, I stayed apart from the new world in which she. As we fucked on our wedding night, she whispered in my ear that one day the cock that was buried deep inside her would give her a baby. We fantasized about it often since then, turning each other on with the idea that, when we were ready, her body would transform, a new life would be created, and our lives would change utterly, all because I shot my sperm deep inside her womb. But at that moment, her womb was opening up to accept another man’s seed millions of sperm that were already swimming. Her right hand shot into the air as the left continued to massage the part of Carter's dick that she couldn't cram down her throat. The pain subsided. Katie had held back her tears for several class periods that day, but now she was sobbing uncontrollably. She knew that Carter was right. She was whatever he wanted her to be, and now she was deriving sexual pleasure from a phallic object in the wrong hole. She knew that she would do anything or be anything just to make it through this. He was practically shoulder to shoulder to her. Now that, to him, was a great position to be in. He looked at her. She looked up at him. She felt comfy. He did too. He took her hand and held it in hers as he looked at it. Janelle had these dainty, cute fingers, and fingernails. He looked at them for a moment. “I love these,” he said. “Your fingernails are soooo cute.” “Really, they are?” she said. “Ohhhhhh Darrell, you sure know how to say all the right things to me today.” “Nahhhh, I think.