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13. ...the climax...

12. ...the changes surge upward...

11. From Heels to Head...

10. "Alright. I'll Do It."

9. ...this manhood will self-dest

8. Cutting to the Chase

7. .. I was Standing Before my He

6. Adventure is my middle name

5. A Back Alley Meeting

4. The Order Wants You

3. And away we go...

2. A Hero's Hero

1. The Future of Gaming

The Perfect Woman: Face, Breast and the Rest

on 2003-09-14 19:20:16

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I felt as if I were going mad, as the sensatins continued to ravage my body - but the magic would not let me go.
"Uhn... No... Stop..." I gasped out, but it was not my voice I heard - It was the voice of a vixen, a siren - a breathy, feminine voice that seduced without even trying, the voice desperate men would pay by the minute to hear...
But the changes still would not stop... I felt my hair pull inwards, then reverse itself, to emerge from my head in waves of silken softness that cascaded over my suddenly narrow shoulders, as shifting shades of womanly trsses flashed across my sight, and every shampoo jingle I had ever heard blared through my mind...
And then everything seemed to happen at once... I flung my head back and screamed in my woman's voice, my hair swaying back and forth, as mounds of flesh pushed out from my chest... The images came too fast now, the snesations by the hundreds, bossoms of all shapes and sizes, panting heaving and with eah breath I took the feeling of weight on my torso increased, the swell and press of my new anatomy bursting through my clothing, engorging their sensitive tips...
Next it was faces - features of faces, whole faces, lips pursed kissing toungue sarching rasping eyes wide piercing scent of lilac full a-pouting actress singer dancer lover wife dream...
I screamed again, as finally the last part of my manhood - its very symbol - vanished between what had long been the object of its desire... and finally, blessedly, the magic left me, and I found myself, naked, sweating and trembling with weakness, on the floor of the temple.
From what seemed like a distant planet, I heard Lancelot's voice.
"It is done. She is done."
And then, softly:
"I never imagined she could be... anyone could be... so beautiful..."




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