" Enjoy the next hot body I see...God Damn it!"I looked down at my new body. I had no idea what to do next. How couldI get out of this? How could I re...erse it? The e-mail was the onlyexplanation, and, was the only possible clue as to why and how it hadhappened. I scurried out of the men's room and headed back to thelibrary.The sound of the boots clicking beneath me was horrible. Where once theracket had been a bit exciting, now it was only a audible reminder ofmy current predicament. Worse, I. That answer made me hard, and I slid down and into her again. Maybe she had done it so much with Thomas that morning that she wouldn’t be able to come with me, but soon she was pressing herself hard against me with every thrust. I sped up and pressed her harder. A few minutes later, she arched her back, moaned, and her insides gripped me tightly. That pushed me over the edge, and I pressed hard in her as the waves of pleasure passed through me.She was dating regularly, and sometimes we’d have. "Judges will keep their votes secret until all votes have been cast, please."Crandall made a production about pushing one finger onto the keypad, leaned back, and folded his arms, scowling."I need to change my vote," said Monica."As you SHOULD!" said Crandall, not all that softly.Monica made just as much of a production of pointing her finger and pushing down three times. There was only one possible score that required three numbers ... the perfect score of 100.Jerry did exactly the same. Terri wailed happily. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!” she demanded. Tom grabbed his wife’s hips and began stroking in and out, picking up speed. Terri urged him on, practically babbling deliriously. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!”The excitement was getting to Tom, much as it had for Bob earlier. “I’m getting close! I’m getting close!” he warned the others. Then, with a final, “Oh God!” Tom pulled his cock out of his wife’s ass. Stroking it furiously he squirted several heavy ropes of cum onto her rear..