Then Andrea came in through the door, poking her head around to see if I was in before taking in the scene before her eyes. Recognizing the situation,...she sort of stumbled in through the doorway, shock running freely across her expression."Uh, surprise?" Her voice was cracking. And then she turned to walk out the door."Wait!" I stumbled off the couch, spilling Sienna to the floor in the process. I scrambled for a second, finding my pants and wriggling into them while half trying to jump towards. They watched the war from there on the visualizers before the conflict ended. Some had ridden the train home covered with their wounds and had watched the end on their visualizers in Clara or Penza or Hong Kong, wherever home was. Nearly ten thousand pies had been baked. Felicity Boulevard was a mess. As soon as the last laughing and giggling combatants went home arm in arm with their enemy the Felicity fire department turned on their hoses and sent the debris down sewers to be processed. The. ."DADDY.. IT'S STRETCHING ME... FIX IT AND MAKE IT BETTER DADDY. HOLD ME DOWN AND FUCK ME LIKE YOU DID BIG SISSY. IT'S TOO BIG." She began to whimper and cry. I stood up and picked her up with me. I hooked one arm under each of her legs... I pinned her tiny frame against the wall and I began to rhythmically stuff my baby girls little pussy hole with my rather large prick. She was against the wall with her arms around my neck. She was babbling all kinds of random nonsense. But she never broke. By the way, the spell that makes sure you can cope with your transformation is still in place." Could you remove it," Larisa asked. "I don't want any of their brainwashing." I don't think that would be wise. Perhaps later, I will remove it, but I will also replace it if, and it most likely will, it seems necessary. In any case, the spell will eventually fade away of its own accord, once you've coped sufficiently. Anyway, you were telling a quite good story before we were side tracked."Aserythe.