"So, should we just do all of them?" Lorraine Babes asked as we passed by the display pens. "Nah, that would draw too much attention. Anyone watching the security footage would realize that we were present at every transformation. I was thinking we'd zigzag and Lesbian hit the same areas more than once." We stopped at one of the enclosures, holding a chinchilla. The little ball of fluff was rolling around in dust to clean its thick white fur. "I got to pet a chinchilla once at my birthday. It was like petting a cloud. You wanna try?" "Is it male or female?" I checked the description. "Male." "Ok, then this will be good." She leaned in towards the glass, staring at the furry creature, focusing on it with all her might. It happened in an instant, the tiny rodent instantly expanding into a full-grown human. He had thick white hair and large, flapping ears like a chinchilla, as well as a long tail. But unlike the pillar men, he wasn't huge and muscular. Rather, he was short and scrawny, with androgynous looks that would let him pass for male or female. It was shocking how much he looked like Chloe, and despite his size, he appeared to be an adult, or at indian least a young adult. He was sitting in his enclosure, eyes wide with surprise. "Huh, so I guess all rodents look like that when they transform." "Actually, I think I did that on purpose," said Lorraine, leaning towards the glass. A perverse grin appeared on her face. "It's a bit of fantasy of mine, a small, effeminate, shy-looking guy that I can dominate. And he's young, too, like he just graduated high school. Oh, but he was too nervous to ever get a girlfriend, so it's up to me to pop his cherry and turn him into a man." She paused to wipe the slobber from her lips. "I'll dress him up like a pretty little doll in my clothes and watch him squirm as I tickle his prostate with my-" "Ok, I have heard way too much. Time to move on." "No! I want to have a trap of my very own!" I had to physically pull her away, wanting to be off in the distance before anyone saw the transformed chinchilla. We moved further on down the exhibit, but in just a couple minutes, I heard a woman scream behind threesome us as she found the naked chinchilla man that we had left behind. I was feeling bad for the poor guy. This would certainly be scary and confusing for the animals. We moved on to an enclosure holding a fennec fox, a tiny canine from Africa. It had massive ears and a bushy tail, with its fur resembling a toasted marshmallow. It was only about eight inches tall and about a foot and a half long. I really wanted to pet it. According to the info board next to the enclosure, she was named Lola. "Ok, this one's a female. The temple was large, old, and charmed with ornate architecture. He would have to rape that pussy again before the night was through. She'd come to my class with the others of my Purity Society had come in to be my escort and prevent me from being molested by the futas all day. “I can’t believe you sucked Ashley’s nipple. No sense upsetting the men if possible. She flung open the door and lobbed the Lustball through the gap, immediately darting back out of the way. It's the best of both worlds." "Don't Babes you think I will show it you again" she asked lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders. He accepted the responsibility. Meet me in the basement at halftime* I put my phone away and start to get hot. She wanted to call the district manager right now at home. There was the sound of someone being picked up against their will, and Diamond’s voice fading Lesbian with Freydis’s footsteps. His weak indian voice was now silent. All around James, students were getting restless. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to fade, realizing what a talented craftsman Jack was. Did you pee all over your knickers when you saw the spider” Cindy laughs and why was Jessica clearly not showing any apprehension? I ripped my futa-cock out of my wife's asshole and gasped, “Who wants to suck my dick clean?” The red backless, large hole mesh, see-through micro dress. I remember that we had to stop for “a couple of fags” for the ‘artiste’. If you two snuck into the threesome hallway for a quickie, I’m going to be angry. My leggings and thong fell to my sketchers which were removed with my socks. To say that I was enjoying this, is to indicate you were not there and didn’t enjoy this for yourself. I wrung him dry as he groaned.