Within afew seconds I had to tell her."I'm very close."She stopped, paused, then began kissing my body starting at the neck downand heading slowly dow... my chest, kissing even my armpits, nipples, bellybutton, getting closer to my member."I'm... really, really... close Samantha."She disappeared! Simple as that, one moment she was teasing megloriously, the next there was nothing.How many times she came back and teased me, or mounted my face, orwhispered in my ear I don't know, but finally she. "This had been a brutal cold, whose side effects would take time to reverse - that I could accept," he reasoned, "but why hasn't it begun yet?" he kept wondering.Another day and even more of a problem, with the hair now a good 4" long, and no sign of other 'developments' slowing. 'His' breasts now filled his hands, and were actually jiggling as he walked. Reading the morning paper, he caught himself looking at an ad for bras at the same time he caught a glimse of his cleavage. Slowly but surely. My hands went under her neck inside the nighty. She was not having bra inside the nighty. I pressed my hands on her perfect tits. I was erected and my cock expanded. I played with her tits till she finished the story. I took out her hands from the nighty and put one hand under her hip and other on her head. I carried her on my hands and rest her on my bed near the computer. She said me that it is wrong my boy, u should understand. The story that was written in the computer wasn’t real. It is. ” Brynhild saw that the woman had no intention of complying, so she leaned forward and caressed Merope’s thin arm. The scullery servant sucked in her breath with the touch, and her chest heaved. After a minute’s touch, Merope’s arms fell, exposing herself. “There now, they are lovely. Those hanging globes look quite big on you, but they would be small on me. Maybe about the size of my old breasts.” Brynhild saw Merope’s eyebrows raise in puzzlement. “Oh, yes. I am not the woman I used to be..