After supper, as they were all chatting, Ryan mentioned a particular frustration of his. "Carson, you're an engineer. Isn't there something better tha... plaster for a cast. The things are terribly heavy and vulnerable to water. Besides that, they don't allow the skin to breathe. They really are monstrosities, and it bothers me to see how hard it is on Fran. I've thought this same thing many times before." Here's my wild idea," Ryan continued. "What if we had an open weave fiberglass or polymer. My belly grew round and smooth, and its passenger let me know with flicks and nudges that she was saying, ‘Hi.’ Darian massaged my feet and hands often, sending cleansing light through my bloodstream to nourish the placenta through which Angela got her sustenance. Whenever the energy moved through my body like that, Angela danced and sang inside my belly, and blew her father kisses, which I delivered for her. And, of course, if he massaged my feet and hands, then my calves and arms had a few. I was jonesing for strange dick. The day Tom came home and told me about a adult bookstore he found up in Breezewood put a smile on my face. That very night, which was a Friday, Tom and I went to check out the bookstore. At first glance I thought ther would be no action, the place was off a side road, no houses or other businesses around, but it was on a service road for I-70. Pulling into the parking lot, there was no other cars parked in front, but around to the side there was four tractor. Harris picked it up and let it drop back down. He liked the touch of it against the smooth soft skin of his new chubby friend. He pushed it back and forth as it hardened and the foreskin pushed back and the wet head dried itself against the smooth, soft skin. Harris leaned back and took his cock in his hand stroking it making itself lube and then spread the round chubby ass cheeks and pushed his hard cock forward between the round globes. The head of his cock entered as he spread the anus.