" She grunted, heaving another bag onto the pile. If she did it right the combined bed would be nearly twice as high as they'd been separately. She pu...led out her pistol, checked the safety and handed it to him. "Make yourself useful and clean this willya? You were right about a lot of stuff, but we need to talk, just you and me." She lay another bag on the pile and smacked it into shape. "I don't want us to make any mistakes and we need to have a plan before we do anything." What are we. "Bill asks, "Sally, if you don't mind, I would like to get the contact information for the brew master so I can come up with some figures for Ms. Summers."Sally pulls out a business card, writes the number on the back, Bill takes it and leaves. I look at Sally and say, "Well, I don't want to keep you from your shop, so let's get started. I would like a manicure, a pedicure and a trim job on my hair. What would you like Samantha?"Samantha answers...I can tell that Stacy had hit a home run with. “What?” he asked.“I’m sure two squads of marines will be sufficient,” Tumult said dismissively. “The procedure itself is quite straightforward. It should take me no more than twenty minutes to install the device and, once that is done, no more than two minutes for the medic to install the cartridge.” He looked them over. “Which of you will be joining me on the mission?”“Uh ... well, we haven’t actually made that decision quite yet,” Weasel told him.“You haven’t?” Tumult said, without surprise. Mylips were full and pouty. My angular jaw had been transformed into asoft curve. My nose looked smaller and my cheekbones higher. My hair wasnow platinum blonde, and cascaded halfway down my back. I looked down atmy hands and noticed that they were more fragile looking, with inch-and-a-half long nails tipping each finger. My breasts had swelled to at least a D cup, filling the cups in thecatsuit easily, showing ample cleavage. My figure had changed to that ofa classic hourglass, and I seemed.