More so than any I have ever writtenthus far.This story was inspired by Boredsitting's 'The Party' series. Some ofthe transformations in here, specifi...ally two, are actually fromthatseries. Please visit their page and check out their other storiesthrough the link below!http://fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=5202This story will be told from the point of view of many characters,and as a result does not have a main character and will not be in thefirst person like most of my. She put her arms out. "You may explore me if you want!" I reached out and felt her belly. The folds above her hips and then her ass. I unhooked her bra, revealing her gigantic tits. Her bra read 44dd. I tossed it aside and started sucking one of them. She moaned as I caressed the other and flicked them with my tongue. She had bright red, oval-shaped areolas. I sat her up onto one of the desks. I pulled her panties off and stared at her pussy. She was soaking wet! I took my middle and index. His ball sack was loose and veiny, and his balls looked like they wereas big as the figs my dad grew in our backyard. I recalled from my feast onhis warm cum just a few hours before that what his figs produced did nottaste anything like real figs. I also particularly liked his tanlines. Even though it was December, It was obvious that he spent a lot oftime in the sun wearing only a very small Speedo. Most of his body wastanned brown, but the area covered by his Speedo was as white as cream.. Is all well?’ It was then we learned Irene had some news that might have been welcome under other circumstances, but was most bittersweet on this occasion. ‘I received a letter from Benjamin yesterday,’ she confessed. ‘Benjamin?’ I asked a bit too cheerfully, never knowing just how to broach the subject of the love I had had a hand in destroying, despite Irene’s frequent rejoinders that she did not blame me for anything. ‘How has he been?’ ‘Quite well, I gather,’ Irene said. ‘But I’m afraid.