.....he had a fucking monster between his legs. 9-10 inches and as fat as my arm. He snarled in my ear “ don’t worry....that cunt downstairs has m... balls boiling... I will come in just a few minutes..... He turned me back around and I grabbed the toilet seat for stability. I felt his fat cock head forced past my sphincter and cried in pain...?.he was going to fucking kill me.....I was going to die on his huge cock. That was the last conscious thought I had..I woke a bit later...seconds?. This class was run as a strictly business operation where one was expected to perform or get out. I loved it.I was no stronger than the average girl when the class started, and I often would be paired with boys stronger than me. I had to remember that I was here to learn and not to show off, so I had to be sure that I did not use TK to enhance my physical abilities. That meant that I was usually the loser in a contest of strength, but I was often the winner when it came to a contest of finesse. “Ken readily agreed with what I told him, and I asked him why he found that so easy to agree to. I’d been with other guys and they wanted to possess me; he didn’t. Over a few nights, he slowly revealed about the Circle and how he’d adopted and integrated how you live into his own life. He also told about how he wanted to get back to living with here.“We had a lot of deep discussions. We were practically living together by the time the 737 about fell out of the sky. Ken managed to get us both. His hand went to his body and he realized he was different, much thinner, and much firmer. He stumbled out of the bed and over toward the glowing face of the clock. He saw a light next to the clock and he flicked it on, the glow of the lamp causing him to squint in pain at the brightness.Jake looked down and sudden felt dizzy. His body was not his body. His 57-year-old, overweight, and aging body was not there. He was thin and muscular with a flat stomach. He must be 100 pounds lighter. He.