Things were getting real hot when he spun her around one more time and he slid his manhood in as far as it would go. He held it there for as long as ...he could stand it. He then started to buck his hips slowly and softly back and forth just ever so lightly and it seemed like his cock was barely moving but what he was doing was milking all of her juices, and spreading the jucies all over his cock.She was trying to get more of the monster cock in there but it was so tight. The bull started to. He didn't respond, just stared at the floor.I didn't know how to react. He had never done that before. Sure he had openly hit on me but I had always brushed it off. I never felt attracted towards him and he knew I was taken. Plus he had the hots for my best friend.But suddenly I was confused. Why now? What changed? I have love for him, fuck, he's one of the best friends I have. He has helped me out more than I have ever deserved. And in that moment, all I could think about were his hands locked. It started at his head and quickly worked its way throughout his body.Soon, Michael became aware of something even stranger. For some reason, he found himself looking up at Meredith. It couldn't be, he thought to himself. At six feet, two inches tall, he was nearly a foot taller than his wife, but now she was looking down at him... and laughing.Smaller and smaller he got. By now he was barely three foot tall when he noticed more changes. His skin texture was changing, from course, masculine. I relaxed as he told me to and felt his finger going deeper and deeper...then two fingers. I moaned and could feel his cock pushing down my throat his vein pulsing against my tongue. Before I knew what was going on I felt his fingers pull out and felt his hands pull my head up off his cock. Looking at him he motioned to the TV. Somehow I had ended up on the floor on my knees in front of him and as I turned to look at the screen I saw the woman on hands and knees, the man pounding his cock into.