It wasn't very good news. She told me that I couldn't be aboy anymore. She said that the doctors tests showed that my blood was sofull of new type of ...strogen that my body would resist any testosteroneinjections. It was like my body was allergic to it now and I would getvery sick. The only thing to do was a full surgery and doctor and Sharonstarted arranging things and working to find a good doctor that could dothat sort of an operation. Sharon told me they usually wait untileighteen to do that. Bifrons sent me to watch over him and this building, an obvious choice. But once I was under his power, Spencer bound me to this stone statue and affixed the seal about my neck. How ironic, to be confined within the very vessel that my likeness inspired.”“If he had managed to accumulate enough souls,” Ethan began, disgusted by the idea that Spencer had been treating them as mere units of currency to be bartered. “Would Bifrons have given him what he wanted?”“Some Demons accept souls as. Now reach back here and spread you ass open.” I whimpered and shook over the table, I just couldn’t do it. I loved having his cock sliding into my tiny cunt, but this was going to hurt. It’d passed out a long time after he raped my ass with the corn. He slapped my ass again and again, spanking me hard. “Spread your ass cunt, or I’ll really hurt you!” But no matter how hard he spanked me I just couldn’t bring myself to spread my ass open for him. Then I felt his hands wrap around my little. I turned and looked down at it.There was a hell of a lot more there than normal. My butt, previously neat and perky, was now hefty and curvaceous. My thighs had grown too: thin and athletic to one step short of chubby. This was getting ridiculous.“My fuckin’ ass grew!” I spat.Darla stepped out from the kitchen to inspect my stacked backside from all angles. “Well, it does look a bit bigger’n usual,” she conceded. I had finally made it to my feet, although I still felt unsteady, leading Darla to.