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Food!” Sonja jumped off the bed and began doing a strange dance. She was moving her feet around in frantic little steps, shaking her butt, and wagging her tail. For a moment it just looked weird, then I masturbation realized that it’s the same exact dance that all dogs do when they’re really happy. It’s pretty damn cute. I got out of fetish bed and got dressed, but Momo didn’t move. On her face was a look of fury, sorrow, and panic. Regardless, as Sonja and I made our way to the kitchen, she inevitably followed. For Sonja, I gave her a bowl of dry dog food mixed with milk, and for Momo, I made her scrambled eggs. I teen just went with cereal. As usual, Momo ate far away from Sonja, but it was funny watching them eat. These two naked girls, both facedown with their faces buried in food bowls, kneeling in the exact same posture with their tails sprawled out behind them. But watching them, the first obvious problem rose up: Money. I made good money at the insurance company I worked for, enough to pay the rent and keep Momo and I well fed. Hell, I was even able to afford the dog food for Sonja. But now Sonja had become a person, meaning three adult people on one man’s salary. If I pinched my pennies and cut down on expenses, I could probably stay just above breaking even. But that left me in a precarious situation. The moment my cash outflow exceeded my inflow, the clock would start ticking, a timer to see just how long I could make my savings last, and at my age, that wasn’t very much. If something happened to me or my car needed repairs, I would be up shit creek. Then came the next problem: Sonja herself. The chances of someone discovering this… whatever the hell it is… had just doubled. Unlike Momo, Sonja was active and loud. Every day I came home, she would be barking at the door. What the hell would she do now when the mailman came? And it would be much harder to keep her inside. Momo was still like her original self: lazy and quiet, except for the rare times she would get a sudden jolt of energy and run back and forth through the house. Yep, even as a person, she had that cat trait. Sonja had more energy, and would probably be hyperactive. Last was probably the biggest problem: how far was this going to go? I still had no fucking idea what was going on or what had caused this. Was this me? Did I have some weird magical power? So far, two animals had turned into people, meaning that there was no reason for me to expect it to stop now. Would I have to start avoiding animals for the rest of my life? Would it work on anything else? Hell, if I didn’t get my house sprayed for pests in the spring, was I going to end up with an army of insect babes marching from room to room in search of sugar? And what was the range? Were other pets in tits the neighborhood going blonde to start changing? The answer was simple, but the actual effort and procedure would be monumental: I was going to have to move. It was the only reasonable option. His hand slowly started up her thigh. His knot pressed into the blonde hugging embrace of my vaginal folds but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. Above it read "Property of Outlaws." Leona lacked that trait so she could fuck a Pokemorph's pussy raw all she wanted. Moved by her emotional plea, Scott knelt down and gently helped the girl to her feet, tilting her head to look him in the eyes as he did so. But this time it's just a quickie. It wasn't only Tracey living in turbulent times, she had read in the newspapers that trouble was brewing from the masturbation south of the country. “But twenty dollars teen is twenty dollars and Stan is basically a dildo with a pulse. She remembered the first time Deathmaster fucked her ass, their first meeting. I put the fetish papers there about 45 minutes tits ago.” – is this true Addicts pretty much know they’re an addict the first drink or the first hit they take. I groaned, my pussy clenching around Daddy's cock as Mommy kissed me. She repeated the process until each man’s hand was welded to the genitals of the next man, giving a new meaning to the phrase, ‘Chain-of-command.”