In the end, he turned toward the mirror just the same to look at him-self. The image reflected in the mirror took his breath away as if hehad been pu...ched in the stomach!He--she--looked as if she had stepped directly from an oversexedman's wet dream. The woman that he now was, was probably onlyabout 4'8" tall, or short as the case may be! She was petite and slendereverywhere except for her breasts, which were truly massive. They weren't saggy, however, but firm, as if they were implants. . It was a month before her body was back to normal, the rip in the top of herasshole had healed up nicely although her ass would never be as tight as ithad been before. Her tits had returned to they're normal colour, the only remainingtrace of they're torment was the faint scar of teeth marks across her areolas.Her pussy had healed nicely also, the external bruising had gone down quitequickly though even after a month it was still slightly painful to penetrateherself there. During her recovery. We’ll be quick, I promise.?She shrugged agreeably. ?You’re the boss.?Once outside, she started shivering almost immediately. Her small frame and minimal clothing didn’t keep her well insulated from the cold. She hugged her arms close to her chest, unintentionally pushing her supple breasts forward. ?Brrrrrr!,? she exclaimed.?Don’t worry,? I replied, opening my trunk, ?this’ll warm you up.?She whistled with appreciation at my stash. ?You are sooo awesome, I’m not even kidding.??So I’ve been. Together they softly parted my pussy lips, “My god, she’s wet” one of them said, spreading my pussy wide, their fingers slid into me. I moaned instantly, the feel of it, and the exquisite sight of two guys fingering my cunt. Their fingers wet with my juices rubbing against each other. John pulled my pussy tight with his fingers while Clive circle my clit with his thumb, “Oh god yes” I moaned feverishly as they probed and fingered me. It wasn’t long before fingers were holding my cunt open. John.