Mike reacted by slowly wrapped his armsaround Devon's waist, feeling the flat stomach and narrow waistline thathis friend now possessed. He slowly ran...his hands down to Devon's butt,and as he did, he could feel it slowly growing in his hands. Devon glancedbehind himself as he felt his butt slowly inflate, and turned back toMike, smiling. Mike reached up, and placed a hand on Devon's face. As hedid, Devon's short hair began to grow, until long curls of strawberryblond began to fall down Devon's. Like if he needs a drink. I think I could feed him, too.”“Thank you, Pey. You’re the best little sister a guy could have. We’ll do some fun things together.”“You need to keep up with your school,” Dad said. I nodded. It was about the most Dad ever said and that was all the response he expected. It was funny that he hardly said a word the whole time he was picking me up from the hospital and driving me home. It was just the way Dad was. It might have been the most familiar thing about coming. Holding the tray steady, the backside of it pressed against her bare breasts, she felt the cool wood against her skin, the thin warm carpet against her feet as she walked. The texture was now replaced by a nice fluffy towel under her knees, as she worked to get into what she thought was the proper position.Before he had started, Maeson had made sure there was space for her to kneel. As it was, he was forced to use a fluffy towel because the floor in his bedroom was carpeted, but it was older. Five, ten, fifteen minutes went by. Still nobody came out of the cave. "Master Chief," I said on the scrambled short-distance radio, "take half the men and see what's inside. The rest will cover from here." I looked over and Hollowpoint was already on his scope, looking around the countryside behind and around us."Clear, L.T." he said, before turning his rifle down to the cave entrance.We took six friendlies out of that cave: four teachers - a mixed group of American and Brit women, a badly.