Then I found out what the flap was for. He pulled it snugly across the already well-seated ball and buckled it on the opposite side. This was an effec...ive gag! I had the ball pulled into my mouth, the straps holding my chin up so it couldn’t move down to free any space in the mouth, and the flap, or panel, buckled across the ball in case any noise wasn’t contained. Much later, I learned that this was referred to as a “panel gag” and also presented a smooth appearance across the front.At the. I jerked; his hands flew off my rear."Sorry Mom (I love that he calls me that, even though I’m his stepmom), shoulda asked, my mistake, it's just that weak glutes can contribute to a hamstring pull. I wanted to check, but..." No, sorry I overreacted, I was surprised. Go ahead."He placed his hands on my butt and I, at his request, tightened my rump. "Not an issue for you, you're real strong here." Returning to my thigh, he massaged every knot and fiber; then, when done, he stood and excused. He winced horribly at thesight, hating the fact that his own grandma was looking back. It waswrong. Really wrong.Feeling curious Ron slowly grabbed at his new breasts, scowling as hedid so. He didn't see what the big deal about those things were. Theysure weren't all that comfortable. In fact they felt really weirdhanging on his chest like that."This is just gross," he grumbled to himself as he turned and returnedto glare at Jeremy again. "I can't believe you turned me into mygrandma..." Well. "You fucking cheater!" Jerry yelled, "I'm going to track down your IP,come and fucking smash your face in!" Yeah, sure, whatever," came the tinny voice down the line, "I beat youloser. Go back to your mum's basement."The channel went dead. Jerry, despite his hatred of the stereotype, didin fact live in his mum's basement. It was just a stopgap measure whilehe found a job. It had been a stopgap measure ever since he dropped outof college four years ago. There hadn't been much progress on.