I submerged myself completely — and thrashed about like a speared pike. Recovery was very slow this time round, but it didn't take me long to realis... my mistake. Apart from the debilitating tinnitus I had long ago lost part of my hearing, my eyesight never was up to scratch, tear ducts had shrivelled, sinuses become worn; some unspecified malfunction of the thyroid gland, migraines from an old hairline skull fracture and, surely, some of those clotted arteries and veins must be close enough to. But before they left the room to collect their guns and hunting gear they stopped behind Priscilla's chair. She looked nervously over her shoulder and started to rise. Doug said nothing but started to pull her tee shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Ben groped her tits and then both men dragged a struggling Priscilla to the coffee table by the unlit fireplace. They laid her across the wooden top and, while Sophie looked helplessly on, Ben removed the young woman's shorts and the. My armswere toothpicks and my hands were tiny. Moving downward, My frame wasthinner than before. I had tiny prepubescent breasts. Continuingdownward, the obvious expected change was that instead of a penis, Ihad a hairless slit between my legs. My legs were long for my size andvery slender."Night night," the doctor said.I felt something cold enter my left arm and I lost consciousness.Consciousness returned. I was back in that cursed cylinder. My hipswere on fire and my feet ached. My chest. ”Amy was unable to respond as she was currently riding out an orgasm of her own, imagining her pussy being filled with that cum.“Amy, do you know what this means? you’re a genius! You did it!” Jill yelled gleefully.“I’m so happy for you!” Amy said genuinely, coming down from her climax. “By the way, I met a guy too—”“Oh my god, that’s Don at the door! I have to go! I need to feel him cum inside me again!” Jill squealed, and then she hung up.Thrilled for Jill, but still frustrated by her own.