I glanced down at it. How did it get so big? I know I'm about sixmonths, but this is much too big. I don't remember being like this. Ishift my feet an... feel my heavy engorged breasts straining against thebodice that is keeping them tight against me.When I shifted my feet I also felt something new. I'm wearing silkstockings. They envelope my legs and I can feel them ending in garters onmy upper thighs. Fabric moves against my silk clad legs. I'm draped inand completely covered by more long folds. In fact, as a woman I'm a little insulted! I can see it now. You're planning to bear up, to endure your humiliating ordeal, to seem to be a mere woman like me, in order to persuade your wife that you like to wander around in dresses. I bet you're already thinking you're a martyr to our torrid love affair. I bet you already regret it, that you're being punished for it by being forced to look like a girl for one evening. So she won't suspect it's really something even worse!" "Well, I love. While pushing him back, Michael scornfully told him, "Fine!"Laughing, he reproached him. "I see you fixed your problem you had yesterday." he said.Michael was getting furious. While looking at Arnie, he replayed the sequence he saw that morning on the videotape.Next, he stepped towards him, and grabbed his arm with his hand, directing him to the breakroom at the end of the office.As the two entered, Michael forced Arnie down into a chair."Listen you faggot fuck," he whispered to him. "I know. Who for some reason didn't have a car or didn't drive whatever. Her name was Darla, yes Darla, like from the little rascals. She had some scumbag boyfriend who didn't work but yet couldn't drive her either. Long story short i guess they were involved with some pretty heavy d**gs together but that didn't really matter at the time. After a while, i started picking her up on the way to work instead of going to work and having the boss tell me to go get her. I'd even get served breakfast by her mom.