Giggles, moans, whispers and sighs were heard, emanating from all directions. Three slender, nude, small-breasted pale nymphs brought Roscoe and Sierr... trays of food and pitchers of water, juices and wine. A tray of grapes, mangoes, kiwi, strawberries, cherries, with slices of orange and pineapple arrived, followed by a tray of seven cheeses and sliced meats, followed by a tray of artisan breads, sweet breads and cookies.Sierra relaxed with a tall glass of lemonade, and Roscoe drank from a. . Oh, how good it feels. So what if it's wrong? . . .and maybe it isn't alter all. It just feels sooooo good. I can't stopit . . . I need to cum so much . . . Davie was dazedly thinking. Peter Knight had some pretty dazed thoughts of his own. Oh, Davie,my dearest darling girl . . . what's happening to you? Why are youletting it happen, sweetheart? It's wrong, what she's doing to you. You shouldn't let a woman do that to your beautiful little body--that'sa man's job . . . He was suddenly brought. At least for a while. Just for a night's rest, he convinced himself. He could change back for the weekend. Or for another night. Rick knew he was trying to convince himself to change, and he felt powerful, unseen forces fighting against him. Parts of his brain that he didn't understand didn't want the change back, were enjoying the unique configuration too much. Rick was weak and needed some respite from the non-stop copulation, and he used that argument against his primal desires. But. A week or so." Really!? What about the breasts? I mean, they look real." They are, real." Huh. Ok, I'm more confused than ever, but let's move on. Is this goingto be a permanent life style for you?" I don't know," Gerry sighed, uncomfortable with the conversation. "Ithink... maybe... yes."Bob shook his head. "Well, I have to say, you never did anything half-way, Gerry. You look... amazing. But - why the pregnancy thing? Just akink or something?"Gerry explained how things developed and hoped.