He could feel his undershirt sliding across his chest, re-forming into the B-cup satin bra he now needed. His pants slid up his leg to mid calf, tight...ned and became a pair of red capri pants that hugged his new curves and accented his full, round ass. He was wearing pantyhose now, and a pair of pumps with a one-inch heel.The transformed boys looked down at their new bodies and their new clothes. They suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance, "Baby Soft", and realized that they were wearing. It wasn’t long for gobs of her glossy saliva to start running from the edge of her lips, down her chin, dribbling onto her lap and the furs and hides on the floor. She swallowed when she could, tasting the bitterness of his spunk she sucked off of his lengthy cock.Her eyes watering, she gazed up at him, seeing his large, tattooed body loom over her, his undeniably handsome face and eyes fixated on her. He was such a dominant figure, demanding her attention both physically and mentally. “From. “How should I know when that is? Why aren’t we on Earth time?”“Which time zone should I use?” the AI asked. “There are people on this ship who were picked up from eight different time zones and three different continents.”I nodded. “Is twelve bells midnight for the ship?” I asked“What?” Kenneth snapped.“I don’t know how the time blocks were split up, but I remember that in the age of sail bells were used to signal time. I’m guessing twelve bells is either midday or midnight, and based on the. You are completely comfortable in what you are doing, and that means so much to me. You continue to wank me, experimenting with the rhythm and pressure. After a short while, I feel your lips start to trace up and down my shaft, ever so lightly, feeling and measuring my need. You need more. Starting with my testicles, and then moving upwards, you start to apply a series of light, delicate licks and kisses. God that is awesome. I want a more continuous, urgent pressure… and you won’t give it to.