...pass on it. Looking down at Zoe's blob like form, he was simply too weirded out to even get hard. Then it occurred to him that he was the one who caused this.
"I'll be right back," he yelled, running to his room and the paper. He looked at the line.
Zoe too has a curse. Her curse is that her body has the properties of putty and that she can stretch herself and mold her body, She has total control until she gets stressed and when that happens her body loses control.
"Ok, good in theory, but too gross in practice," he thought. "But change it around a little, and..."
Zoe too has a curse. Her curse is that her body has the ability to shape shift to match the sexual desires of anyone she is around. She has total control until she gets stressed, and when that happens she loses control and has to fuck the nearest person she is attracted to as their fantasy or masturbate to several orgasms.
"There, that should be better. and it preserves all of the upsides for me."
John put the pencil down and ran back to Zoe's room. The sight that greeted him was...
