Mrs. Marconi (Patreon)

"Oh god, is that real !?"

Stan looked down at his new chest and at his tender little female hands with red nails, with which he opened and was afraid to even touch his new assets. He felt butterflies in his stomach, his heart beat faster.

He looked up again and saw the same situation.

It was not a poor, but not a rich apartment. He saw that he was alone, but there was a door and he did not yet know that the two children of Mrs. Marconi were sleeping behind the door. She had just put the children to bed and was expecting her husband in a sexy outfit.

Stan was a schoolboy and dreamed of visiting Italy someday, and of course now his dream has come true, but not in the way he wanted to.

Stan stood up and felt his new weight on his chest standing with him. It was so weird. His hair closed his gaze. He could not stand on his feet because of his heels and lowered again.

At this time, there was a knock on the door ...