I was still uncomfortable with the conversation but knew Ihad to just try to keep up. "Well it seems you really know what you aredoing and are getting...what you want from the two of them. But I'm amazedyou were able to talk Andy into entering the pageant. Picturing himwearing a dress is hard enough but with makeup, wig and heels almostseems an impossible task. But more power to him if he does it. I stillhave doubts that he will be able to carry it off when the time comes. Atleast he has a few. They stretched her new strong skin into taut glory.The doctor poked a hard finger into the flesh. "Nothing as slutty as the real fake," he muttered. Fred squealed at the touch. The doctor slapped her giant tits. It made them swing into each other.Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork.Fred touched one tit with sheer disbelief. She couldn't even call it a breast anymore. She really had to reach out to graze its nipple. And when she did, her knees almost folded from the jolt of electricity. Our nipples brushed and kissed as I trembled atop her.With each blast of my futa-cum into her pussy, the pleasure surged through my body. It left me dizzy and shuddering. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. Such joy rippled through my body. It was so incredible.It melted my brain.For a moment, I forgot all about Rosemary Albertson nee Ramsey. That delicious bride dressed all in white. Blonde, green eyes, and just begging to be bred.My cum pumped into Emilee’s fertile depths. The Black bridesmaid’s. ” Fred snickered. “That’s what you told me baby, that because you had already fucked someone, it was easier for me to get you into bed.” Half broken-hearted, and half hornier than ever, Phil wrapped his legs around Fred, and then as Fred continued to pump, Phil's legs went higher until they were wrapped around Fred's waist. As he tightened his arms around Fred's back and shoulders, Phil felt Fred's finger begin exploring around his ass. It tickled, and Phil did not try to stop him. “Yes, use.