WiggIn show me the ways of Lord Motherfucker” I said in a Ol English accent“Get your ass in gear and do what ever it take to get your mum to Wiggi... Manor” That was on Sept 14th Mr Wiggin lit a fire in me that has been burning a hole deep in my nut-sack. That was 69 days ago. Tonight is Thanksgiving and I am most grateful for the gift I about to receive. “Please be careful honey It’s starting to rain”“Ah Mom everything is getting wet” “Don’t be silly of course everything is getting wet its. She could feel her muscles start to expand at the very idea. Leaning forward, she said in a low voice, “Say that again.”She saw Tess’s pupils dilate at the shift in tone. “I want you to mount and fuck me like you’re trying to put puppies in me--!”Sam was on her feet with her hand around Tess’s throat. She pressed the smaller redhead against the wall with enough pressure on her neck to assert dominance but not enough to hurt. Hands and feet shifted and grew thick grey-brown fur, sharp claws. "You won't sell me?" I asked.He frowned. "Would you prefer a different owner?"I gasped. "No!" Being resold immediately would mark me as a bad girl."I'll do whatever you want."His expression turned puzzled. "Are you really alright?"I fought to keep the grimace off my face. He thought I was defective,touched in the head. "No... But I'll try to be good."He stood up and walked to sit next to me. "Look. I don't want you to beuncomfortable around me. What would you say, if we backed up a bit. Wenton. It made me feel as though I looked sad to everyone around me, despite the smile I knew I always wore. I never felt as though I was missing out, even with my lack of vision. Sure, I feel that little twist of jealousy when someone will go, “Look at this,” forgetting I'm present, or if I'm within my well developed hearing range. When people realize that I may have overheard, they're quick to apologize, but I'm always ready to forgive them. My friends don't really extend beyond the length of.