"What the hell are you doing? Doesn't that hurt?" she asks, still in shock."No," I reply, "I just got so horny, this is so embarrassing." "Does it fee... good?" she asks, still not looking me in the eyes. I become aware that I really enjoy having this girl look at my most intimate body part.Then it dawns on me, this poor girl is still completely innocent."Yes, it feels amazing! Do you only use your fingers?"She looks puzzled and responds: "No, my mother would kill me. She would describe it as. .. Did you see President Stanford's speech yesterday?" Well, yeah, I, um ... Hey, wait a minute. You were there, weren't you?"Melody looked down and didn't say a word."Yeah! You asked her what she'd say to someone who wanted to get bigger breasts. She said something about wanting to be sure why you'd want it. So tell me, Melody. Why do you want your breasts enlarged? I'd say you're what? A B-cup?" That's right. You know, I've wanted larger boobs for so long, I don't really remember why I have. Then she felt a click and could see Tony apparently relax even though he was still unconscious. "Now!" she yelled, and Ken slipped the frame into position and quickly taped the leg in place. Only then did Kathy let go.When she did, her body began to shudder from the released strain. She just sat on the ground, unable to move. However, she called out, "If there's a hose handy, I would appreciate it if someone could hose Tony and me off."One was quickly produced, and she told the men how to hose. Line them up! On their backs! Now, start! Fuck every one of them whether she wanted it or not! Fuck them hard and fast! Make them pregnant!What? Three thousand children? Thirty-six thousand dirty diapers a day. The volume of baby poop would be overwhelming.Sanity? Conscience? Human feelings? Whatever, I felt the rush of adrenaline recede, like a tide, for the moment rushing out, and reason reappear like the sand of the beach as the water flows away. I took a deep breath and another..