Just like her impending prom at Taylor Reed, there were both good and bad parts to that story. And confusion. Strange, shameful, yet intoxicating conf...sion. Rachel closed her eyes and shuddered as the voices from the nightmare that had awoken her in a panic just an hour earlier returned. She could still hear those girls in that bathroom. She heard them every day. *** Oh my God, Rachel. This is crazy! What are you doing? Are you seriously going to-? Rachel’s thoughts raced through her head. "And for you." She looked me up and down. "I'm thinking smallincrements of muscles, including penis size," she squeezed her formerfamily jewels. "Plus, huge swinging balls." Gah!" I blurted out, not used to being touched or owning something tobe touched there. "You need to get used to taking my dick before weincrease its size," I pinched her ass cheek."Spoilsport," she pouted. My former boyfriend was acting completelydifferent now. She squeezed me again."I'm a little worried." About what?" She. He said, "You are my slave. You will be my lover, and will carry my c***dren. I will change your body and make you the most beautiful woman in the world. Once you have finished this you can live your life with a perfect body." Allison believed him, after seeing him transform her flat tits into gorgeous melons. "But what will you do about my hair and skin?" asked Allison. The monster didn't reply, but she knew what would happen next. A large tentacle moved up to her mouth, and started face. “They’re just boobs.”I apologized.“It’s OK,’ she replied. “I am a nature-lover. When I am at the house, I rarely even get dressed, unless it’s the Fed Ex guy delivering something or one of the ranch hand stopping by.”“Do tell,” I replied. “So, I guess you like nudist camps.”“Not really,” she replied. “hanging out at the house in the buff is about the riskiest I get. Every now and then, I’ll go for a ride in the Jeep, in the buff, just for pure fun of it, but the rest of the time, I’m pretty.