Party Time

When the guard came to get me I was crying. I couldn’t help it. I’d been convicted of distributing child porn. It wasn’t true. Maybe some of the European girls were a late 17. Come on, they were little kids. I knew what happened to child molesters in prison and I was being led to my very own gang rape. I shuffled down the hall whimpering. The female guard looked at me and said “hey I know what’s going to happen and I know your case, I’m sorry”. “Isn’t there any way this can be avoided? Can’t you just put me in solitaire.” I pleaded. “Sorry hun”. she said sympathetically. “Your going to be fucked by a bunch of black guys, nothing can change that. It doesn’t have to be bad though.” “I’m not gay so it’s going to be awful” I said through my tears. “It doesn’t have to be. I can help you.” What could I do I said “I’ll do anything.” “I hoped you’d say that.” she smiled at me. She started chanting and I felt dizzy. Suddenly my body started changing. I was shrinking, my butt was getting bigger and when I saw my breast develop I was freaking out a bit. When the changes stopped I stood there starring at my friend Kelly. “You are such a lucky bitch Megan””Getting picked for this great assignment to entertain the boys”. “I know” “Every girl here wanted this job.” Getting fucked by all those well hung studs, I was already wet. The last thing Kelly said is “it’s going to be the best night of your life”. She was right, it was.


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