"What's the matter?" I whispered softly. Just loud enough for him to hear. "Nothing's the matter darlin'. Just... we can't stay here for ever... and y...u know how early Pawpaw gets up to feed the animals. We've got to move." He kissed the top of my head softly, running his hands over my back gently before pulling away. I sighed deeply, "I know..." I said, mostly to my self. I got up with him and pulled on my soaked thong and night shirt. I looked at him as he pushed his still slightly hard penis. It filled my mouth and nostrils with a slightly mossy taste that was quickly spiced with the pleasant, sea foam of his pre-cum. His mouth took in fully my dainty cock and balls, which he began to suck with great expertise. One of his hands explored beneath my ass and quickly found my hole, and his fingers played and poked there with delightful persistence.By now, I was taking the full length of his cock down my mouth and throat, my arms around his ass and adding even greater force to his rise. Next she produced a tray with severalneedles on it, but much bigger ones than she had used on his lips."This stuff is the best," she pointed out. "It softens the skin andmakes it stretchy, gives you some delicious curves, and contains amegadose of hormones so your new figure will eventually be for keeps." Oh, goodie." Throne clapped his hands and giggled. "Curves are good." They sure are." Chantelle gave him another shot of the hypnotic spray."They're good because guys love them. And you. A-And ... the entirety of replicator technology is based off lycanthropic physics. A lycanthrope is able to conjure fantastically complex biological structures out of subspace at will. We’re not even building a superior body – this is just a standard Polyp body, not a super-strong one. A garou can rip a tank in half.”Tiff shook her head. “It’s just ... fucking wild, okay?” She grinned. “We can rebuild him. We have the technology.” She said, gruff and low.More whirring.“How long is this going to.