"I had wet dreams about you this week," he whispered. "Two different nights." No kidding?"He slid his palm to my right pec. He felt its shape and harn...ss. He swept his hand up to my shoulder and felt over it. I tensed my muscles for him, and the muscles of my upper arm when he felt over it. His dick twitched between us and mine twitched in response.I kissed his neck. "To me, yours is the body that's awesome." I swept my own fingertips up the firm muscles along each side of his spine and rubbed. But she stillfelt somewhat more fortunate than Jerry. Regardless of everythingelse being done to her, she still had her womanhood. Whatever elsewas happening, she was relieved she wouldn't be put through the samemental anguish Jerry had endured when he'd been transformed into apretty female centaur.Why had she thought of Jerry as pretty?Although she was extremely pissed at Dr. Sinclair for putting herthrough this ordeal, Phyllis was now looking forward to his arrival.As her hand traced the. He wanted to be abig girl.He shuddered with fear. He knew what that would mean, what he would haveto do. Being a big girl required the ultimate submission. He shivered.Maybe he couldn't do it. He could put it off one more day and somehow hewould be released from this crazy prison before he was permanentlychanged. But he couldn't take it anymore. He rubbed the front of his pink nappywhere his little boy part was and could feel it trying to grow big in itscage.He had to have it freed. He had to. For the rest of the day we trained, working until late again. This was becoming a pattern, and the guards were getting used to our late night runs. My personal washroom had a couple of clean purple towels and fresh water. It was nice to have fresh sheets, even though the bed was a little soft and lumpy for me. I would have to see about fixing that.A polite, early morning knock woke me. The maid brought me tea and fresh water. I sat up and received the tea and had her put the water in the basin..