It was more intense than it had been before, and a part of me whimpered pathetically at the thought of nobody knowing where I went today, before getti...g relentlessly turned on by that same thought. If I wasn't addicted before, I was now hooked for sure, not wanting to go very long without this kind of treatment. It terrified me how much I loved it, a terror that only sharpened my arousal. What was wrong with me? I couldn't think clearly anymore, all I craved was this abuse. The safeword. I pulled the Playboy out and looked at the women inside, commenting on not liking the fake boobs which he agreed with. Then I grabbed the Penthouse and asked him do you read the stories? He said yes he’s read them all in this one, I said do you have a favorite, he said yup I said let me read it too. He opened it to the page and he watched as I started reading it. The story took place in a hospital lol, and it was about a nurse who blew an old guard on her floor after feeling sorry for him when. I started with visual changes, leaving tactile and auditory until I'd had the basic body fleshed out. My breasts (appeared to) shrink into my chest, starting at a C cup and ending with male-appearing pecs. My stance widened somewhat, my waist filling out a bit and my hips becoming less pronounced. My hair shortened from shoulder-length and straight to a long yet conservative cut and wavy. New hair grew from my arms and legs, not too much but some. My skin and features roughened, lost their. We slept nude the whole night on the terrace and it was around 5 in the morning, we moved to house and she took her children to her house and invited me to sleep in her house. Since, it was only 5.15, I started to suck her tits and our 1st encounter for the day started at 5.15 and we had 2 encounters before 6.45. I went to my house for a small nap; it was around 8.30 her husband came to my house and with coffee. Since, it was not possible to have any chances in the day I gone to work in the.