The rest of the day passed uneventfully for Richard. He walked in on one of Ella’s bathroom orgies and a few of his fellow hornier students making out with each other in various other places but that was typical for his school.
When him, Ella, and Tiff finally got home, his amazon moms dropped their backpacks by the door and went to their bedroom stripping off their clothes as they went.
Richard knew full well what they were doing from their moans and decided he better blow off some steam himself before he exploded.
Going up to his room and flipping open his lap top, however before he could even free his throbbing foot long meat stick from the confines of his skin tight pants, the girl faced boy heard the doorbell ring. He knew his moms didn’t hear it from their loud moans so with a grunt of effort he stuffed his trouser snake back into his pants and went to the door to answer.
Only to find no one there, only a box with no return address sitting in front of the door.
Richard took it inside and opened it finding a hand written note on top of some packing peanuts that read as follows:
“Dear Richard,
I know about your problems and think this device can help you.
~A Friend”
And on the back of the note was a list of printed instructions and warnings about using the transformation gun Mk 3.
Richard reached into the box and pulled out a gun very similar to Christy’s with a few differences. This one was made of white plastic instead of gold and brass, and had a colored screen that showed 3D models instead of the black and green wireframe of the older model. It was also a touch screen and let you save previous changes you made to someone else and apply them to others.
Richard looked over the gun and thinks…