My involuntary screams of agony have now changed to growls and yips as the final changes occur. The headache, the awful grinding, stretching, almost t...aring as my head elongates, finishing the reshaping of my jaws and teeth. My skin is on fire as thousands of new hairs push their way through from the once dormant follicles where they rested. Standing on my hind legs is just a vague memory now, but once on my feet, my tail helps to balance me as the tremors subside. I stagger on four feet, punch. Now she was wearing the t-shirt he had been sleeping in, and a very light make-up. Her short, blonde hair was still wet from the shower. She was also wearing her comfy slippers. She hated having cold feet.Paul was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She had to stand on her toes in order to kiss him. Then she hurried downstairs, to do some more laundry. It was almost a brunch. Paul had taken the time to scramble eggs and fry bacon; the yoghurt was topped with a fresh strawberry and while they. They took turns with me, fucking, having me suckthem, titty-fucking me. They even double-teamed me - one infront and one in the rear. My body was a mess, covered with jizz.And I didn't care. I wanted more and more.Finally, morning broke. Cheri took me one last time, and then shewaved her hands. The pendulous weights on my chest vanished,and a cock grew outward from my crotch. I saw Jill and Cheriregain their womanhood at the same time.A kind of mental fog suddenly cleared. I'd spent the. I wondered how Penelope would receive the news that her daughter was taking a walk with Sammy Oldham, the rogue ward of Mr. Oldham.I pointed out the storage shed where the lawn maintenance equipment was housed; the flowerbeds, the brick walks, the benches, and only mentioning in passing that the cottages were used when we had visitors. Sonya withheld her remarks until we reached the tennis courts. "Do you play?" She asked."Yes, I play some. Do you?"An excitement came to her eyes that I had not.