Peg is in bed, blankets tossed aside, eyes closed, legs spread wide, working a long, thick dildo in and out of her very wet pussy. The wet, sliding sounds of the dildo mix with her soft moans. “Oh gawd, I wish I had a vibrator. Mom took it when I was at school this morning, the bitch!” Meg vigorously fingers her clit while the fat, fake cock stretches her young pussy and her small, round breasts, tipped with tiny erect nipples heave while she groans. “Oh Quagmire. I’m so glad you made me a woman last week, well three times a day everyday for the last week and a half anyway. Oh, I wish your cock was inside me!”
Chris’ bedroom. Our boy is under the covers looking at some girlie magazines. “Mr. Quagmire said these would make a man out of me or at least, make me wish I was a man. I wonder what Meg’s been doing going over there? Like three times everyday! He sure is a nice man to spend so much time with her and the other neighborhood girls.” Suddenly, Chris feels feelings he’s never had before. He can feel himself starting to sweat and his breath quicken. “What’s happening to me?” He can feel his cock stiffening. “Oh my god, what’s going on! This has never happened before! Am I going to die?!” His cock has grown to mammoth proportions. Large veined and thick. A true monster. “Aaaahhhhh! Someone help me!!!” He runs to Meg’s room.