Examining the control panel, I looked for the button to auto-start thecycle. There it was. I pressed it, feeling rather cocky. I took thegloves off, s...apping them loudly to emphasize my point. Mechanicallyinclined as a ballerina. Yeah, Right.Victory should have been mine, but Chelsea was leaning against thekitchen counter, because she about knocked herself on her ass laughingat me."What's so funny?" I was at a loss. I was sure I had done everythingright.My sister reached under the kitchen. The two boys seemed hyperactive and ill-mannered. They would get home from school which was on the same block as our home. My sisters went to the same school. There were no intersections to cross and a wide sidewalk for safety. School was dismissed at 3:00 P.M.- the same time as Mrs. G’s shift ended at the hospital. They were all home by the time I got home an hour later from the junior high school I attended.On the day they were moving in, my mother baked two batches of cookies placing a. She let out a big breath as a minute went by without an answer and had just turned to leave when she heard the door open behind her and felt her heart drop. She turned back slowly and looked into the leering eyes of My Johnson. ummm hello sir, could I please borrow some milk, Ive run out and my mum wont be home with anymore for ages, Megan looked down at the floor as she asked not wanting to see his lust filled eyes looking at her. Ah sweet Megan, I would love to help you out, but what is it. . A Horn! She was growing a horn! Sure enough, in seconds a golden, conical, spiral horn about 10-inches long had emerged from Cori's forehead."Oh no... no you're not... there's no wayy-ay-yay-YAAAAAH!"Yes. She did.It was too late, the golden horn slid easily into the open pussy before it. The walls echoed with the sound of Violet's beastial howling. But... but... it was incredible! The horn... it was sharp and pointed, but instead of injury, waves of painful pleasure washed over the enraptured.