With my bros, I wouldn't discuss anything beyond who I was planning to fuck next or what class I was skipping to go smoke. When that wasn't going on, ... was with my other bros at football practice. I had a nice car, a 68 Chevelle SS that I inherited from my father when he died and I lived in a pretty regular neighborhood. I would often work part time jobs as a cart pusher or doing some light construction work. My life was pretty simple. When I got home at night after school / work or whatever. When he was all the way inside me I began rocking my hips and rising up on my legs, drawing him out of my tight slick ass and then settling down onto him and driving his cock back into me. I loved the feel of him so hard and hot inside me! I used to masturbate in this same position with a vibrator up my ass and fantasize about riding a man’s cock but this was oh so much better! Soon I could hear Jim’s moans starting to be deeper and stronger and as I continued to ride him, he jerked and spasmed. ..... my bodywas changing! I watched in horror and pain as my feet, which were once asize 15 shrunk and twisted to become a much smaller size 6. I couldbarely stand and leaned against the changing room wall as my eyes slowlymoved up my legs, my now very smooth and hairless legs. The paincontinued as I watched them reshape themselves into much thinnerversions. The pain continued to my knees, which were burning like fire,that's when a loud crack emanated from my back and I felt myself shrinkas I. . That ... fucking monster ... that ... sadistic parasite ... that fucking ... rapist..."Both of them cry in their embrace."But I liked it," says Greta quietly. "I liked fucking that little pipsqueak."The sobs subside supplanted by giggles. Then a moan escapes Esther's lips."What?" asks Greta continuing the long embrace in front of the upscale populace passing them outside the hotel."You ... smell so good, Greta. And ... this feels so good."They finally separate and stare into each other's.