The crew and passengers began to come in and as usually one of the crew crossed to say something about Dragon. Amanda smiled politely as she listened ...o her speech and then ignored her. I shook my head, “Dragon is a registered weapon in the service of the Marshals. She will remain with us at all times unless you or your captain will sign a waiver of liability for any deaths that may occur.”The woman’s eyes widened, “Of course if she is registered.”She left quickly and Amanda chuckled, “She. Tommy came by today. Took me to the side to show me something. He slowlyundid the gauze that he had wrapped his hand in. I would never haveguessed what was beneath it. His hand was changed. It looked fake. Likepainted porcelain. But worse was the joints of his fingers. They weren'thuman anymore. More like a doll. What are they called? Ball-joints Ithink. And here is the kicker. He could move them, his fingers. Anddespite the artificial look, he still had sensations in them. He wasoddly calm. Nipples penetrated the skin of my palms, begging for my fingers to slide over and around, learning the magic of a gentle twist to make her moan. She slid down and took my hard cock into her mouth, but this time I felt the need, the desire, to return the favor. Moving down now between her legs, I came face to lips with my first pussy. Tentatively, I slid my tongue between the pouting, wet, nearly pulsing lips. Wafting up to my nose was that same aroma, that same scent I slept with weeks before,. ..?"But it was no dream. Yuri slowly looked down at her body with dread anddark fear.Where once her beautiful D cup ivory tits were, she had a flat hairychest, a wiry muscular body covered in black hair, a very large cockdisappearing into the mouth of the lily white Nurse, her eyes closedfocusing on pleasuring, pumping it with her luxurious mouth. Yurirealized her silky hair was not touching her shoulders, that her facefelt strange. My tits my tits where are they WHAT IS GOING ON.But something.