She was a bit fat but she had muscles on her, with a big frame.Being as they were that size they did tended to intimidate me when I was younger. By ...he time I got to be 13 and started developing my body I wasn't as afraid of them any more. I was getting to be mean. I was working out with my best friend Butch, pumping iron. That wasn’t his real name but nobody called him Joey to his face.We were both lifting weights and building muscle. I as was getting stronger I was getting meaner. I. "He just can't admit it."Eleanor looked at her husband quizzically and bit her lip in consternation. She could tell what he was thinking. He wouldn't mind her stripping if Joey wasn't around. Joey wasn't supposed to be part of the picture. Yet, here he was, wagging his big dick around and taking control of the whole situation. Eleanor found herself attracted to the sheer wrongness of stripping for Joey. It would be a deep affront to Arthur for his wife to strip for the same sort of dumb jock. Sad, I guess their privileges are going to berevoked. The guards are all over there trying to break it up. It wasstrange, somehow, I could not only see it, but sense the riot in thedistance. I felt a pain in my feet. I had a need to take my shoes off.When I looked down, my old feet were gone! That same webbing that wasbetween my fingers were now there on toes! They looked like froggyflippers!Now that I took off my shoes, I took a look at the hard metal cuffholding me down. My ankles looked tiny. ” “Just come right in the door without ringing the bell. Don’t wake the baby. I’ll be expecting you.” Hanging up the phone, I timidly stepped out of my door and then, before I could change my mind, quickly rushed across our yards to her door. Entering, I met her in her kitchen. Marie was wearing a silky wrap robe, and she greeted me a smile, and then with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Awkwardly, I returned the kiss on the cheek to her. Marie went to get the wine and glasses. “Harleigh, is a.