... but you should do the honours.”

William said as he rummaged through his discarded pants and produced a small zip lock bag with a blue pill in it. “It would be fitting if you popped this little sluts cherry... I’ve been saving this for just this occasion.” He slid his cock from her mouth so she could speak.

“Tracy! Why?” Janet asked as she eyed the blue pill in fear.

“Why? Because you’re a chauvinist pig that only saw women as second class citizens...” Tracy growled as she took the offered blue exchange pill and started to disrobe. Her slinky black dress and heels slid to the ground and she pushed off her panties and bra then popped the pill.

Michelle thrust into Janets silken depths and the tiny girl’s next words turned into a groan. Then Michelle slid out of Janet and patted her ass. “Have fun...” she advised Janet as she turned and made to leave.

“Excuse me dear, where do you think you’re going... you know what they say. Three is a crowd, four is an orgy,” William growled as he beckoned Michelle to join him on the bed. She eyed the door. She could escape... but instead she turned and joined him.

Janet watched Tracy as her body grew. Muscles formed and her hair shortened. Her small breasts formed into broad pectorals with smaller nipples. Her clit grew bigger and rounded, extending further out as two large balls dropped down into a hairy scrotum. Janet’s former wife was now a large muscular man. And strangest of all he wore Janet’s former face. She quailed, remembering how she’d treated Tracy. Dominated her. Her pussy tingled. “Tracy...”

“That’s Sir to you slut.” He said as he gripped her hips and slid his large head upwards along her inner thigh.