Game 4Game 4 Outline| Game 4 |
Game 4 Outline |
It is Beth Ann that can see you standing, scratching your butt, the bumblebee's stinger stuck where the sun never shone before, but does now!
You're caught, by a bee and Beth Ann; what to do, you have to wonder?
Peering out of your hiding place, Beth Ann's scowling face tells only half of what you will hear. When she takes one look at you, part man and mostly goat, the fur might fly, and you own a lot of it.
"Come on buddy, we got plans to eat at the Inn tonight!" calls Andy; he never had much of an opinion of you.
"I can't!" you yell from the bushes.
"Oh bullcrap.� Look, you queer beer, it's late and Andrew and I want some dinner.� Now you get your sorry ass out of those bush- ... -es?� Oh, help!" says Beth Ann, as she walks up to the thicket and, peering in, gets her eyes full of someone blessed with a sensual, sexual body.
"Andrew, you're never going to believe me, you have to see him yourself!" says Beth Ann, her eyes wide, taking in every detail of a man changed almost completely to a goat.
"Look you two, this is about gone on long enough, now give the queer his clothes and let's head for the eats.� Beth Ann, give him his clothes and... oh, shit!" exclaims Andy; he has seen this new you and like Beth Ann stands, mouth open, eyes drinking in your new body.
"Something happened, I don't know what but for some crazy reason I felt like wishing myself to be Pan, you know that Greek God", you say, trying to explain an impossible situation.
Beth Ann can't stand to look anymore; you know this because her scent has changed.� She is aroused.
Andy, on the other hand, is an old pervert from way back; he likes lots of things, most anything to do with sensual pleasures. He stands there gawking, his right hand reaching into the thicket to stroke your personal delight. The embaressment or maybe the Bumble Bee stinging your butt, who knows; whatever you have the stiffest, stoutest, and wildest of sensations.
"Holy moley, bud... how could I get to be like you?" asks Andy, as he stands there licking his lips, like a predator waiting to pounce.
Written by Kevin Rooste (edited by wanderer)
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