He was watching me and taking advantage of her, as his fingers worked on her clitoris, he was clearly masturbating her and she was responding, parting...her vagina and pushing two finger up, working them around, then moving them rhythmically in and out, she was moving with his hand, and clearly too far gone to stop.When she orgasmed she turned her face into the small pillow and shuddered, before relaxing.He leaned over her and asked her she felt, 'Much better Doctor', she replied, and for the. "Yeow!"He tried to pull away, but that wasn't an option as far as I was concerned. If I was going to fall off this damn whatever, so was he. But that really wasn't my goal and I decided to point this out to him."Hold still," I hissed."Then let go," he hissed back.I did and he returned the favor by collapsing back on me, which was a good thing except for one small detail. Michael had managed to back a fair distance off of me, at least as far as my arm would stretch, so when I let go he fell. She was 36 years old and she lived in an average suburban house with her husband Jason and their teenage son Tyler. Both of them were quite average too.Dawn kept a tidy home and she drove a white Toyota RAV4. She kept busy cooking, cleaning, shopping for groceries and organizing social events. And when she wasn't busy she spent quite a lot of time at the gym, at the mall, and on Facebook. She enjoyed shopping trips to the city, beach vacations, romcoms and romantic dinners. She went to church. Jay started to get uneasy as the virus passed his elbows. The blond hairs on his arm grew thicker and darker instead of melting away. "What the fuck is going on?" he said fearfully in his new girlish tones. Had the process gone wrong somehow? His fingers drew together against his will, and started to shrink! Jay could only sit there, frozen in fear, as his hands were totally remade. In seconds his fingers were gone and a hard lump was growing in their place. The forms replacing his hands seemed.