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Transformation

By: oneiria



There was a knock at the door.

Tim Atwater tossed the final dish into the machine and went over to peer through the peephole. The face on the other side was that of Wanda Greene, one of the four dykes that lived across the hall. The four he had partied with last weekend when he had found their door invitingly open, the music pouring out into the hall.

He opened the door to see want she wanted.

As she stood there before him, his eyes were drawn to the roundness of her breasts, the fullness of bosom that only certain overweight lesbians seemed able to achieve.

She had a mischievous grin on her face. And the smell of wine on her breath.

"We've decided to take you up on your offer," she said.

"My offer?"

"You know, to reveal to us the wonders of the male body. How the parts all fit together and all that." She giggled at that and blushed a little, clearly nervous before Tim. "We're ready for you now. Really ready."

It all came back to Tim now. Last weekend's drunken exposition of the engineering advantages of the male body vis a vis the female body. He had offered to demonstrate these advantages to them personally, he thought, although he really couldn't remember the conversation very well in his present nondrunken state.

"So which of you has decided to take a ride on the old Tim-mobile?" he asked Wanda, taking in the soft mounds of her breasts, the hippy earrings dangling from her succulent lobes, fully exposed by her short lesbian haircut. He found himself faintly hoping it would be Wanda herself.

"All of us," she told him blandly, giggling again, her hand reaching to his shoulder, tracing its way down his right pectoral muscle.

"All four of you? At once?" he said, disbelieving his good fortune, although he had to confess that he was not sure that the male body, despite its marvelous engineering for this purpose, was quite up to this particular task.

"Come on, boy. It's time to put up or shut up. Time's awasting." Wanda said, the twinkle never leaving her drunken eyes.

She turned around to head across the hall, leading Tim by the crotch, which she squeezed periodically with the arm that trailed behind her.

Tim followed her willingly, if not without a little trepidation.

When they entered Wanda's apartment, the other three were sitting: Danielle and the dark-eyed Moira on the futon, Sheila in the easy chair opposite the TV. All three of them stood when Tim and Wanda entered, staring at them as if not believing that Tim had really come, that all this was really going to happen.

The take-charge Danielle was the first to break the silence. "Do we strip him now or what?" she asked Wanda, her eyes never leaving Tim.

"Yeah, let's strip him now," Sheila said, her large breasts heaving in anticipation. "I want to see him. I haven't seen a penis in ten years. I want to take a look at him."

"OK, Tim?" Danielle asked, her tautly muscled butch body advancing on him. Tim stared at the rippling muscles in her midriff beneath her cut off T shirt. The waify Moira shrank back, her eyes uncertain. Her chop cut black hair framed her face in shadows. Tim felt himself drawn to her.

Tim nodded his agreement.

Danielle began unbuttoning his shirt, her well-defined triceps muscles bulging as she freed each button. When she was done, Tim felt two hands reach up behind him to pull the shirt off his shoulders. Wanda's huge breasts then pushed against Tim's back as she peeled his T-shirt over his head. Tim felt himself beginning to grow hard.

"I can't believe we're really doing this," Sheila laughed, her double chin bobbing up and down with the rhythm of her voice. Tim thought her crew cut was strangely congruous with her humongous breasts.

"Before we go much further, we want you to put these on, Tim," Danielle said, removing the pair of handcuffs that had been hanging from her belt behind her, hitherto out of Tim's field of vision.

"It's not really for us. It's for Moira," Sheila said. "She was raped by her uncle when she was eleven. That's the only time she has ever been with a man. She's a little afraid. This will make her feel safe."

Tim looked over Moira, who giggled. She had clearly been imbibing wine, just like the others. But her eyes held an aura of anxiety. And fear.

"OK," he said, "but first I have to see one of you."

"Well which one of us do you want to see first, Timmy?" asked Danielle, almost hopefully.

"I'll do it," volunteered Wanda. "Anything to get our big strapping man here into the cuffs." She stood before him and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. She pulled it over her head, revealing unshaven armpits and an industrial size bra. She reached behind her to pull off the bra. Her breasts were the largest Tim had ever seen, adorned with wide dark areolas. Tim felt himself growing very hard.

Wanda tossed off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans. She pulled down her unexpectedly lacy underwear, giving Tim an eyeful of her furry crotch. There was a silver ring running through her labia. She sat down on the futon and pulled off her socks. Her tummy and ass were both plump, and her skin was the same olive color all over.

She rose from the futon and stood before Tim. "OK buddy, let's see those hands," she commanded.

Tim held out his arms to her. Wanda took the cuffs from Danielle and snapped them closed over Tim's wrists, all the while rubbing her huge breasts on his naked arms.

"OK, it's time to see him," said Sheila, reaching for Tim's zipper. Tim felt her hand as it brushed against his penis through the cloth of his pants.

"Not so fast," said Tim. He held up his cuffed wrists. "I'm beginning to lose my leverage here. "I have to see the rest of you first."

"OK, Timmy, whatever you say," said Danielle. She pulled off the cut-off T-shirt, revealing a tautly muscled torso and small, firm breasts. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. Just as quickly, she peeled off her jeans and socks. Her leg muscles were firm and well developed.

Sheila simply pulled her mumu over her head. She was naked beneath. Her flesh was white and plump. Her huge breasts sported rose-colored nipples, already fully erect. Somehow her buzz cut and long dangling earrings seemed to work together despite their incongruity, Tim thought. He longed to run his hands over her breasts, to knead them, to bury his face in those mounds.

"OK, Moira darling, it's your turn," said the clearly dominant Danielle, turning away from Tim to face Moira. Tim marveled at the definition of her back muscles, the tightness of her ass.

Moira shrank bank, and Tim thought he could see a tear in her eye.

"It's OK," he said. "Moira can wait until she's ready. But not forever," he added, as the three naked dykes began to advance on him.

"OK, Timmy boy, it's time to see your thingie," Wanda said. "But first we're going to put you on the bed." She led him by the handcuffs into one of the bedrooms, which featured a queen-sized four-poster bed.

Tim let them connect the handcuffs to the chain they had run between the two top posts. He was now lying on his back, his arms chained above him.

"He doesn't look so dangerous now, does he Moira?" Danielle asked the reluctant waif. She climbed on top of Tim's legs, her blond-haired cunt leaving a trail on moisture on the fabric of his pants. Tim could feel the lips of her vulva squeezing his leg. Danielle ran her fingers over Tim's abdominal muscles and then began unbuttoning his pants. She pulled his belt loose and tossed it to Sheila Meanwhile, Wanda was removing his shoes and socks. Danielle slowly unzipped Tim's trousers and pulled down his underwear. Tim's fully erect pick sprang free, and Danielle traced it from the head to the root with her sharply pointed fingernail.

"It's a very nice one, Tim," she said. "I do men sometimes, you know, so I can tell you it's a very nice one. Worthy of my three sisters here." She licked the head as Danielle and Wanda each took one leg of Tim's pants and pulled them from his body. Wanda then climbed up Tim's body, her soft flesh brushing his thighs as Danielle took Tim's penis into her mouth, running her studded tongue along the underside.

Wanda pulled Tim's underpants off him. Danielle sucked him more vigorously as Sheila and Wanda tied ropes around his ankles and stretched out his legs. They tied the other ends of the ropes to the bottom posts of the bed. Tim let them do it without raising even a mild protest.

"Now we've finally got you where we want you, Timmy," Danielle told him. "He doesn't look so dangerous now, does he Moira?"

The dark girl looked up from the shadows of the corner of the room, where she had been squatting against the wall, pulling on her unkempt hair and rocking back and forth.

"Men aren't so powerful, really, Moira. They can be controlled quite easily. All you have to do is lead them by this," said Danielle, stroking Tim's organ with the ball of her thumb. A small drop of pearly fluid oozed out of the tip. "All you need is this," she repeated, as she took Tim's penis deeply into her mouth again, running her tongue stud up and down the length of the shaft.

Sheila had gone over to comfort Moira, and the slender girl climbed into Shiela's naked lap, her black dress forming a stark contrast with Sheila's white skin. She began to nurse at Sheila's jutting right nipple as if she were a starving infant. Sheila crushed the small girl's head against her massive breast as she sucked.

Meanwhile Wanda had climbed upon the bed to cradle Tim's balls while Danielle continued to suck his erect prick. "Very nice, cojones, Tim. I haven't seen a set of these in years. Not since my boyfriend in tenth grade. They're very smooth," she said, rotating the balls within Tim's scrotal sac. "Like apples. Do you mind if I eat one?" She suddenly took the left ball in her mouth, sucking on it vigorously.

Tim arched his back, his arms straining against the handcuffs that bound him to the head of the bed. Danielle took him even deeper into her mouth, her lips almost meeting Wanda's at the root of Tim's shaft as Wanda continued to suck Tim's balls.

Tim looked over at the corner of the room. Moira head was now buried in Sheila's crotch, lapping vigorously at her cunt. She was still fully dressed. Sheila clutched Moira's head to her naked lap, rubbing Moira's mouth up and down her slit. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes went dreamy as she spilled her fluids into Moira's eager mouth over and over again. Her opulent flesh shuddered with every orgasm. Finally she collapsed against the wall, her energy spent for the moment.

Wanda had also been watching the scene in the corner. She released Tim's balls and crawled to the back of Danielle, licking her up and down the crack of her ass, her tongue thrusting deeply inside the anus.

Danielle shuddered and momentarily lost her concentration on Tim's prick. She backed into Wanda as Wanda continued to tongue her ass. Finally, Wanda ran her tongue up the crack, over the dimple in Danielle's ass, all the way up the small of her back to the scruff of her neck. She dry humped Danielle as she licked her ear, then turned Danielle's head to kiss her, ramming her tongue all the way to Danielle's throat. "I want to ride, him. Can I?" she asked the obviously dominant Danielle. Danielle silently nodded her assent and kissed her once more.

Wanda crawled up to Tim's face and kissed him, parting his lips and thrusting her tongue deeply inside him. She held her large right breast up to Tim's mouth, and he sucked hard on its wide dark areola, trying to draw as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible. "I'm going to ride you now, Tim. Make me happy, and everything will go well for you," she said, as she draped her crotch over Tim's mouth. The ring through her vulva felt strange against the side of Tim's nose.

Tim accommodated her eagerly, running his tongue quickly around the inside of her cunt, the lips of her vagina, the growing bud of her clitoris. She stroked the side of his head gently at first as he sucked her, then gripped it more firmly as she began to rock violently on top of him, her crotch crushing Tim's nose against his face, her cunt ring scratching his cheek with every motion. She began to move her cunt faster and faster on his face, and Tim lapped and sucked and bit her clitoris until her fluids gushed all over his face in her first release. She pushed his head harder against her and then suddenly released it. She bent down to kiss his forehead and then his cheeks. She slid her body all the way down Tim's muscular torso, rubbing her huge breasts against his hard muscles. She draped her leg over him, her soft flesh brushing against Tim's prick, urging it once again to full hardness.

Someone peeled Wanda off of Tim. It was Sheila, who gazed at Tim's growing prick. "It's my turn now," she whispered. "I want to see him, touch him, taste him." She grabbed Tim's throbbing organ and looked at it minutely, as if seeing one for the very first time. Tim supposed it had probably been a while.

She squeezed her hand around it and began to milk Tim slowly. When a small drop of pre-come appeared, she licked it off with her tongue and swallowed it. "Look at it," she told Moira, who had come over to view the proceedings, her curiosity having overcome her reluctance. "It's really quite beautiful, isn't it, Moira?" Sheila asked her. Moira stepped closer to view Tim's prick. Then her eyes wandered to Tim's eyes and held them as Sheila took Tim's prick in her mouth. "I used to do this with my boyfriend," Sheila announced, with Tim's prick still in her mouth. "I think I still remember how."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Wanda said, as Sheila plunged Tim's prick deeper into her mouth. Wanda rolled over on her back, came up beneath Sheila's crotch and began lapping at her cunt while Sheila continued to suck on Tim's penis. Sheila began to sit down hard on Wanda's face as she lapped her cunt, running her tongue all the way along the crack, parting Sheila's wide cheeks and plunging it into her anus. Sheila squirmed down hard on Wanda's thrusting tongue as Wanda reached around with her other hand to rub Sheila's cunt and clitoris. Already primed by Moira's ministrations, Sheila's whole body shuddered as she exploded all over Wanda's face. She renewed her attention on Tim's organ, which had lapsed as she concentrated on her own pleasure.

"I want to ride him too," she said

"We'll all ride him," Danielle told her. "We'll ride him over and over again. He's chained there. He will do whatever we tell him. We can keep him here with us forever."

"I want to fuck you," Tim said. "Fuck at least one of you. I want to fuck all of you. Can I do that? Isn't that why I came/"

"So you want to fuck us, do you Tim?" Danielle sneered. "I'll tell you what, Tim. You can fuck us every night. All of us. We can be one big happy family. But first you have to become one of us. You have to become a lesbian."

"How can I do that?" Tim asked. "I'd have to be gay and a woman. I'm neither and I have no intention of parting with that," he said, indicating the pulsing prick that Sheila still held in her hand.

"You won't have to, Tim. As you say, it's a marvelous piece of engineering. Designed especially for us. We would never take that from you," Danielle said. "But I will make you a woman. You must accept the gayness yourself."

Tim looked at her questioningly, not really understanding.

"Roll him over, ladies. Get him ready."

Wanda and Sheila began to untie his legs. They urged him to roll over and he complied. When he was lying on his stomach, they tied his legs to the rear posts of bed once again. His hands remained shackled above him.

"Now we've really got you where we want you, Timmy my boy," Wanda told him, running her fingernail down the nape of his neck. "You're about to experience lesbian love, to feel what being a woman is all about." She crawled down over Tim's back, parted the cheeks of his ass and began licking his anus. Her huge breasts rested against the muscles of his back and her crotch was draped over his neck, squeezing it periodically.

In the meantime, Sheila reached up and pulled Tim's erect prick out from underneath him, laid it down upon the sheet and began licking it up and down the length of the shaft. Wanda continued to thrust her tongue in and out of Tim's anus. Someone handed her a jar, and Tim felt a strange sensation as she began to rub a cool jelly into his ass.

He looked up startled. Strangely, Moira had come closer and began to stroke his hair. She looked at him intensely, her eyes penetrating his. Her expression was one of pity and concern. She even bent down and kissed Tim on the cheek. And stroked his hair once again.

"Now we will make a woman out of you," Danielle told Tim. Tim craned his neck to look around behind him. Danielle had strapped on the hugest dildo he had ever seen. It rose erect from her crotch, her taut abdominal muscles making her look like a prizefighter in heat. "Now you will know what it is like to be one of us."

She came behind him and quickly mounted him, Danielle and Sheila guiding her into Tim's ass.

At first the pain was excruciating, but Tim learned to relax his sphincter muscles and let her inside him. Soon she was in up the to the hilt, thrusting hard within him. She lay against his back as she pumped into him, her small soft breasts and hard abdominal muscles sending a shiver up Tim's spine.

She licked his earlobe, his eyes, then turned his face to kiss him as she plunged the dildo even deeper inside him. Tim kissed her back, thrusting his tongue into her aggressive mouth.

When she came out of him, she lay her head on his naked back, her energy spent for the moment.

"That was just a taste, Timmy," she whispered. "To truly become one of us, you must know what it like to be used by a man. And to be a lesbian, you must also be gay."

The door to the apartment opened and shut. Tim could hear Sheila talking softly to someone in the next room.

She brought the new arrival into the bedroom. Tim looked up. Recognized the close-cropped dyed blond hair, the armless T-shirt, the bulging muscles. It was Chris Barrows, the fag who lived downstairs from Tim.

"Chris has always wanted you, Tim. He has dreamed of something like this. You just lying there chained to the bed, naked and helpless, spread, waiting for him," Sheila said, then turned to Chris. "Chris, we give him to you. Do with him what you will."

"But..." Tim began to protest.

"Ssshh," Danielle whispered, putting her finger to Tim's mouth. "If you do this one thing, you can be with us. All of us. Every night. Forever. Just do this one thing. Be nice to Chris. It's just this one time. We will never ask it of you again."

Moira came over and kissed Tim on the cheek and stroked his hair.

Tim nodded his assent.

Wanda began licking Tim's balls and he felt himself becoming erect once more, despite his fear.

"OK, Chris, he's all yours," Danielle announced.

Chris peeled off his black T-shirt, revealing huge pectoral muscles, earned during sixty-hour weeks at the health spa where he worked. His pants soon followed.

Chris took Wanda's place at Tim's ass. He pulled Tim's erect penis out from under him and began licking it with an expertise Tim did not know was possible. Chris's mustache felt funny tickling his balls. Almost like pubic hair. Just before Tim was ready to explode, Chris released him, climbed up his back, and swung one of his legs beneath the chain that bound Tim's hands to the top of the bed. His erect organ sprang in front of Tim's face. "Take me in you," he told Tim.

Danielle nodded to Tim, and he obediently opened his mouth. At first Chris merely inserted the tip of his massive organ. Tim closed his lips over the ridge beneath the head and extended his tongue to touch the sensitive spot beneath the vee of the helmet. It tasted salty. And male.


Transformation



Tammy checked her breasts for the hundredth time.  She had already looked at them--had already studied them--from every possible angle.  She'd checked their nipples, their areolas, their height, their width, their volume, their firmness, their sleekness, their color.  She'd looked at the shadows they cast upon her wall and their reflections in the full-length mirror on the back of her bathroom door.  She'd imagined them in various blouses, tops, and dresses, displaying varying amount of décolletage and cleavage and offset by every color she could envision, both in and out of her wardrobe.  Judging as objectively as she could, she'd had to admit to herself, as she had to her doctor, that the surgeon had done a splendid--an absolutely marvelous--job.  The hormones she'd taken over a period of many months had done the preliminary work, had set the stage, had prepared the way, as it were, but she had to give credit where credit was due:  Dr. Malcolm Chiles had, indeed, performed nothing less than a miracle in constructing her rack.

She wondered whether her on-again, off-again boyfriend, James, would be as pleased with her new boobs as she was.  After all, she'd had them done for him.  She lifted her eyes from the puffy pink areolas atop her beautiful breasts, looking herself in the eye.  The woman in the mirror winked at her.  "Don't lie," her reflection counseled her, "not to yourself."  Tammy spoke the words in unison with her mirror image:  "Don't lie, not to yourself."

She'd had breast implant surgery more for her own sake than she'd had it for James' pleasure.  Hormones could take a girl only so far.  Eventually, if a transwoman were ever to have true boobs, she'd have to have implants.  Tammy, wanting to be a woman, had gone under the knife more than a week ago, and, finally, the soreness was gone, although her breasts remained swollen and unusually sensitive.  It would be months, according to Dr. Chiles, before the swelling completely disappeared.  However, he'd said, with his trademark wink, she needn't wait that long to have sex, provided that her boyfriend was gentle.  She didn't bother to tell the surgeon that James had never made love to her.  Except for kisses and caresses, their love remained unconsummated.  "I can live with your cock and balls," he'd told her, "but I can't fuck you, even in the ass, until you have boobs."

"I have boobs," Tammy had replied, cupping her "A"-cup breasts.

"Those aren't boobs," he'd returned.  They're fucking beestings!"  Before he could bring himself to fuck her, he'd been adamant, Tammy would have to have womanly breasts--breasts of a "C" cup size, at least.  Then, he could fuck her, he'd insisted, despite her cock and balls; otherwise, no matter how feminine she looked, he'd feel like a faggot fucking a dude.

His words had hurt, but they'd also motivated her to schedule breast implant surgery.

James had no idea, of course, what she'd been through or what the surgery was like, nor, ultimately, would he be likely to care.  He was concerned with only one thing:  his ladyboy needed bigger boobs so she looked more the lady and less the boy, especially if she ever wanted him to be intimate with her or expected him to stay with her.

Three incision sites were commonly used to implant breasts, Dr. Chiles had informed Tammy.  The inframammary approach, in which an incisions is made in the fold at the bottom of each breast; the periareolar approach, in which an incision is made on the bottom part of each areola, leaving an "inconspicuous scar"; and the transaxillary approach, in which the implant is introduced through an incision in the armpit, leaving no scar on the breast.  Dr. Chiles had explained that he'd use an endoscope, or a tiny camera attached to a monitor, to make a precise pocket to fit each implant.  Tammy had opted for the transaxillary method because it would result in no scarring to her breasts.

He would position the implants behind the pectoralis major muscle--the muscle in her chest wall, and, since aesthetics and sensuality were important considerations for Tammy (or for James), he would also use silicone, rather than saline, implants, because silicone implants provided a softer, more natural feel and rippled less.

He'd warned her that her breasts would be sore for several days after the surgery and that her chest would probably feel tight and stiff as well.  In addition, it would be hard for her to raise her arms until the soreness subsided.  Her breasts would probably look swollen and tight for several weeks after the procedure, until her skin and muscles relaxed, and, after the swelling went down, her breasts could appear smaller than they looked right after the surgery.

She'd smiled.  "You make it all sound so straightforward."

Dr. Chiles hadn't returned her smile.  "It is--usually," he'd said, "but, as with any surgery, there can be complications."

Tammy hadn't liked the sound of that.  Her smile had faltered.  She'd felt suddenly weak and queasy.  "Complications?"

"Most women are happy with the results of their surgery.  Many feel a boost to their self-esteem and confidence as a result of the procedure.  They feel sexier, and they're delighted to be able to wear bikinis, lingerie, and other clothing that they wouldn't have worn before the surgery--"

"But?" Tammy interrupted.

"But all surgery carries risk.  Serious complications--bleeding and infection-- are rare, but lesser complications, such as breast asymmetry, can occur, and there could be changes in the sensitivity of the nipples.  Capsular contracture is the most common complication of breast implant surgery--scar tissue builds up around the implant, creating a tight pocket that produces a firm breast and deforms the implant's shape.  In some cases, this condition responds to medications, but some patients need another operation to open or remove the implant capsule.  Breast implant deflation can occur any time after the surgery, requiring the replacement of the implant.  Implants have ruptured in a few cases, requiring an MRI to detect the rupture of silicone gel implants, such as those you're having inserted."

"Wow."

He'd asked her whether she had any questions, and Tammy had said, "How long will it be before my breasts' final shape is evident?"

"They'll look good very soon after the operation, but it will take six months or longer before they realize their final shape," he'd replied.  After a pause, he'd asked, "Shall we schedule an operating room, or have I scared you off with the fine print?"

Thinking of James' delight in her new breasts, Tammy had smiled.  "Let's go for it, doc!"



Now, pain free, if not yet fully recovered, she was going to unveil Dr. Chiles' masterpiece in less than an hour for James' approval.

Would he approve?

She looked again at the lovely bosom in the full-length mirror, wondering whether James would like her new rack.  How could he not? she asked herself.  Her boobs were gorgeous--full, firm, high, round, sleek, soft, buoyant.  They were everything a man could hope for in the way of tits.  If James didn't like them, he really would be a faggot, she thought.  The woman in the mirror winked, smiling, to indicate her agreement.



Promptly, at seven o'clock, he rang her doorbell.  He was handsome as ever in his three-piece suit, and he held a bouquet of freshly cut, long-stemmed red roses out to her when she answered the door.  No sooner had she put the flowers in a vase of water than they were in bed, naked.  He looked at her beautiful breasts, but he said nothing.

"What do you think of them?" she asked, cupping her boobs in her hands, as if she were offering them to him as gifts.

He smiled.

"Well?"

The smile broadened, then faded.  "Transwomen always think being a woman's just a matter of walking the walk and talking the talk--taking hormones, learning to swish when they walk, speaking in a falsetto voice, acting coy, batting false eyelashes, and having breast implant surgery," James said, speaking as if he were a professor lecturing a class that consisted of only one student--Tammy herself--"but being a woman is really  much easier--and harder--than any of that shit:  being a woman means getting fucked, pure and simple, just as, to be a man, a guy has to fuck someone else."  He paused to let his words sink in.  "So how about it Tammy?  You ready to be a woman?"

She'd closed her eyes, and she seemed to hear his voice only from afar, but she'd heard everything he'd said, and she thought him wrong on all counts but one.  It seemed to her as if another woman spoke, using her voice:  "I'm ready, James; God knows, I'm ready!"

His cock, thick and hard, slid through her anus, past the sphincter muscles, and deep into her rectum, and he ground his balls against her impaled buttocks.  "Now, you're a woman," he told her, and he fucked her fast and hard, almost frantically, as if her life, and his own, depended only upon his fucking and her being fucked. 



Transformation



Philp Johnson

Chapter One



His first reaction was anger. Damn it he'd served his time on a jury why was he being called again? Then when he thought about it more he realized it had been over two years ago and his very first time was a murder trial that seemed to go on forever. There was however, still a chance his number wouldn't be called from the large pool of people in the jury assembly room. With everybody assigned a number the selection process began. One by one numbers were called until his number came up. Gavin had a bad feeling as he drove toward the courthouse and this proved his feelings had been right. Then when the court clerk said, "The case that you will be trying is two counts of felony sexual assault." Another bad feeling slid through Gavin's system. This was going to be another long and drawn out trial sure as hell.

They were finally led upstairs and ushered into the courtroom to start the proceedings. It took most of the morning just for the final jury selection to finish and the swearing in to take place. Gavin remembered from before it would take a good part of the day for the jurors to get past that awkward quiet phase and start to interact. There was a morning break and we were allowed to go get something to drink and then lunch break where we were allowed to leave for an hour and a half. Gavin was not the extroverted sort so he kind of stayed back and observed. This jury was a typical mix of men and women, young and old, fat and skinny. Some couldn't stop talking and others were a little quieter like he was. One juror in particular caught his eye. She appeared to be somewhere near his age and also seemed not to be inclined to get chatty just yet. She was nice looking but very plain with no make up, fairly straight hair and plain conservative clothes. She didn't have that severe look as much as she looked poor. She was spotlessly clean and had skin that was fair and smooth. It was easy to see she felt out of place and uncomfortable.

Gavin got close enough and asked, "Is this your first time on a jury?" 

She looked at him like she was surprised he'd talk to her and then said, "Yes this is my first, how about you?" 

"My second one. You seem so uncomfortable. When it's over you'll wonder what all the worry was about." 

"Thanks. I just don't know what to expect and especially how they will conduct the trial considering the charges." 

"Oh you mean the sexual assault issue." 

"I just..." 

"Uncomfortable with the subject matter?" 

"Very." 

"Would it help if we sat next to each other when we start to deliberate? I'll do what I can to help you." 

"Thanks. I'm not sure what you can do to help but thanks." 

"Maybe nothing but it never hurts to have a friend. My name's Gavin by the way." 

"Hi Gavin I'm Carly." It was time for them to return to the courtroom so they made their way back upstairs. Carly was seated several chairs down from Gavin so he couldn't see how she would hold up once the trial was underway. 

The last of the jury selection was completed and they were sworn in. Then they had to sit through a long speech from the judge. The prosecutor made her opening arguments and then the defense attorney stood and made his impassioned speech about his client's innocence. The hands on the clock on the courtroom wall slowly crawled around until it was just after noon and when the defense attorney finished the judge said, "Ladies and gentlemen we will break for lunch now for an hour and a half. You are not to discuss this case in any way until you are instructed to do so at the end." 

The bailiff said, "All rise" and everybody stood up as the judge exited the courtroom before the jury was allowed to leave.

As they made their way downstairs to the exit Gavin caught up with Carly and asked, "Do you have plans for lunch?" 

"Uh, no just find a sandwich someplace." 

"Would you have lunch with me? The last time I went through this I ended up eating alone and I didn't like that. There's a nice place across the street if you're interested." 

"Thanks Gavin I'd like that but...is it expensive?" 

"I'll make you a deal Carly, if you'll have lunch with me I'll buy. I'm on an expense account anyway." That was a complete lie but he knew she'd say no otherwise. 

"Are you sure Gavin?" 

"Absolutely. I really would enjoy your company." 

"Then I accept and thank you." 

"Lets hurry then so we'll have some time to just visit over coffee."

They made a quick dash across the street and were soon seated in a booth. Gavin took charge and when the waitress appeared he said, "We'll both have coffee and we'd like to order right away." Gavin recommended their house salad pork chops and vegetables. Carly nodded her approval and the order was placed. 

Gavin explained, "We don't want a lot of carbs or we won't be able to stay awake this afternoon." 

"That makes sense." 

"So you're worried about what we'll hear in this trial." 

"I'm not a prude really I'm not but I'm just not very worldly. Hearing what I'm sure we will hear with all those people in the room will be embarrassing for me." 

"So if let's say there were only one or two people in the room it would help?" 

"I know it's silly but yes, it would." 

"I'm sure you've heard about the person that was petrified to speak in front of a room full of people until they pictured everybody that was listening naked." Gavin laughed and said, "No that won't work. Maybe have stains on their shirts from lunch or something." 

Carly was smiling and said, "At least your not making fun of me." 

"Of course not. I can't help you while we're sitting out there but when we go in to deliberate sit next to me. If it starts to get too you just...lets see...grab my knee and squeeze hard." 

"Why would I want to hurt you?" 

Gavin laughed and said, "You wouldn't hurt me. Just don't hesitate to lean on me for strength." 

"I feel a little better already." 

"Good." 

The afternoon session quickly escalated into the heart of the case as the prosecutor started to build for the first of the two charges of sexual assault. Every few minutes the defense attorney would stand to object and everything would come to a halt for a bit. On and on it went as evidence was presented and witnesses were called. Gavin was trying to pay attention as it all unfolded but his mind kept wandering to poor Carly and how she was holding up. When at last, after a witness stepped down, the judge said, "Ladies and Gentlemen we're going to stop for today. You are reminded not to discuss this case with anybody including your family. We will commence tomorrow morning at eight thirty." The bailiff did his all rise routine and they waited until the judge was gone before they could leave. 

Gavin once again caught up with Carly and it seemed she was walking slow so he could. "Hi Carly how you holding up?" 

"I've never blushed so much in my life." 

"Let's go get some coffee before we go home." 

"You don't have to do that Gavin." 

"Of course I don't but I wish to." He took her elbow and they walked to the little bakery a block down. They sat at a little corner table that forced them to sit very close to each other and talked. 

Gavin put his hand on her forearm and said, "Look at me Carly please." Her downcast eyes were reluctant to look up at him for fear of blushing yet again. 

"Carly look at me." It was almost a command and she looked up. "That's better. I want you to whisper in my ear the words you heard that bothered you today." 

"Oh my God I can't do that Gavin." 

"Yes you can and you must. It will help you cope tomorrow. Now pick just one word and whisper it to me Carly." 



             Chapter Two





Gavin used a caring but stern and insistent tone and it seemed to work. She leaned forward and with her lips near his ear said, "Intercourse, vagina and semen." 

She leaned back and he said, "See, you can do it and it hurt no one. Say them to me again a few times until you are comfortable with them." Carly leaned forward and whispered in his ear again saying those same three words. "Carly it might get worse tomorrow if somebody testifies about a specific conversation and they use vernacular are you ready for those?" 

"What terms?" 

Gavin leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Cock, pussy, snatch, who knows there are so many." 

Carly blushed a bright red but said, "Say them to me again would you?" He leaned forward and said them again letting his lips touch her ear and his breath caress her. 

Her heart was racing but it wasn't just from the dirty words. 

"Do you really think they'll say those words?" 

"I don't know but they might." 

She put her hand on his and said, "Gavin thank you for helping me deal with this." 

"Just do as I say and you'll be fine. Let's try a few more words. You won't hear these but it might help you anyway." 

He leaned over and once again let his lips make love to her ear as he said, "Cock, fuck, suck." She almost shivered as she felt him so close to her. "Now I want you to say those to me." She hesitated until he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. 

"Tell me Carly." 

She leaned forward and said softly, "Cock fuck, suck...cock, fuck, suck." She eased back and quickly sipped her coffee with shaky hands as he watched her. She took a deep breath and said, "I think this will help Gavin. I hope so anyway. It's just that when they're talking about...you know, I see them doing it and that's when I blush." 

He leaned forward so she could hear him but nobody else and said, "A lot of people make love. A lot of people fuck. It's natural." 

"I...I know." 

Once again Gavin looked straight at her and said firmly, "They might make us have lunch in the jury room tomorrow but have dinner with me afterwards." 

"I...okay." 

"That's my girl." 

"Gavin I don't know your last name." 

"Mitchell, what's yours?" 

"Richardson." 

"Married?"

"No, you?" 

"No." 

"We better go so you can get home." They walked back to their cars and as she got in hers he said, "I'll see you tomorrow in the jury room. Remember, they're just words that's all."

The next day was much the same, witnesses for the prosecution, arguments between the attorneys and more delays. Gavin checked on Carly at the morning break and then when they had lunch in the jury room he sat next to her. Nothing was said beyond casual mindless chatter but Gavin felt her leg press up against him a couple of times. The afternoon was yet more prosecution witnesses and evidence with yet more interruptions from the defense table. When the judge finally called it a day and left, everybody else left by way of the jury room as before.

Gavin found Carly waiting for him this time and they walked out together to revisit the restaurant across the street. Gavin requested a corner booth and the hostess, with a knowing smile, nodded and led the way. Once seated Gavin ordered a bottle of wine without asking Carly and they settled back to sip their wine and consider the menu. "What would you recommend Gavin?" 

"Why don't I just order for us?" 

"Okay." 

When the waitress returned he said, "We'll have Caesar salads, the small prime ribs and oh, we'd like the crab cakes for an appetizer and coffee with dinner." Off the overweight waitress went. 

"Where do you live Carly?" 

"On the west side of town on Adams Court. Where do you live?" 

"I live south of town a few miles. How did you do in court today?" 

"Much better. I still see in my mind what they're talking about and I get flushed but it's better." 

Gavin reached across the table with both hands and holding hers he looked into her eyes and asked, "Is it helping to be with me and talk to me?" 

"Oh yes, you can't imagine how much." 

"Good I'm glad. Is it safe to assume you've not been exposed to a lot of things relating to sex?" 

"Not a lot no." 

"Not even in college?" 

"I only had a year and a half of community college before the money ran out."

"I'm surprised because you are quite intelligent." 

"Thank you. I wish I could have continued but it just wasn't possible." 

"I understand."

They enjoyed their dinner and sipped their coffee until Carly said, "Thank you so much for dinner Gavin it's been wonderful." 

"You're welcome Carly I can't tell you the last time I enjoyed myself this much. I find you very interesting and very pretty and sexy." 

"You're just seeing if you can get me to blush." 

"No not at all. If that was what I wanted to do I know how to do that. For example I could start to describe what I think you would look like naked." She was instantly flushed and he continued. "See what I mean. When I say you are sexy I mean it." 

Her pink cheeks stayed with her as she said, "Thank you Gavin." She couldn't trust herself to look at his eyes right then.

They slowly walked back toward their cars and Gavin took her hand in his as they walked. When Carly's car door was closed she rolled her window down to thank him again and he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. He then whispered, "But I do think about what you'd look like naked." He stepped back and watched her turn beet red as she pulled away. He watched her leave and thought it strange that he almost wondered more what she would look like with a nice hair style and some new clothes. He had no doubt she would be very attractive and that there was a nice shape hiding under those clothes of hers.

The trial continued and the testimony stayed on the cutting edge of the judge's tolerance. The descriptions from the different witnesses were graphic and often erotic enough for more faces than just Carly's to turn red. They had a cold dry lunch in the jury room again and Carly once again made it a point to touch Gavin with her knee, foot or hand. Once they were back in the courtroom the defense would now present their side of it and Gavin had no doubt they would do everything in their power to smear the reputation of the complainants. The rest of the day was more graphic testimony and more than a little acrimony between the attorneys.

When they left the courtroom at the end of the day Carly was again waiting for Gavin so she could walk out with him. Once they were out of the building Gavin asked, "Do you have any commitments this evening?" The question caught her off guard and she hesitated for an instant. "Carly would you follow me home and have dinner with me there? I'm not a great cook but I'm not bad either." 

"I...I don't know if that's a good idea." 

"Are you afraid of me?" 

"No I'm really not. It's just...Gavin I'm afraid of me." 

"I would never ask you to do something you don't want. We can just kick our shoes off, have a glass of wine or two and talk." 

"I really want to but..."

"Then it's settled. Dinner will be simple and quick so we can have more time to talk. It will take us about fifteen minutes to get there is all." Gavin led the way and Carly followed with her hands shaking on the steering wheel and her stomach turning a little.

When they pulled up to his house she saw a nice little ranch house, not fancy but very nice and well maintained. She'd had no idea what to expect but this seemed to please her. He walked back and opened her door for her and with his arm around her waist guided her to the front door. They went in and Gavin turned her to him and kissed her lightly. Before she could even absorb the experience he moved away and said, "Give me a second and I'll get us a glass of wine. She could still feel his lips on hers as she stood there and watched him disappear into the kitchen. She looked around and saw a very clean and orderly living room. Not fancy and it could stand more things on the walls but it was far better than where she lived.

He returned with wine and said, "Let's sit over here Carly" and he gestured at the couch and led the way. They sat next to each other and he raised his glass and with a smile said, "To my sexy friend." 

She smiled and sipped her drink and said, "I wish you'd quit saying that. I'm not sexy." 

"What would you say if I said I can prove it? Would you agree to let me try?" 

"How...I mean..." 

"No not that way, though I like that thought too. No, what I have in mind would require you spending the day with me Saturday. Tomorrow is Thursday and unless I'm wrong the defense will wrap up. Then there will be the closing arguments. I'm sure we'll be done deliberating by the end of the day Friday. So that takes us to Saturday. Are you interested?" 

"You're not going to tell me how you'll prove this?" 

"Oh no but you have to agree to give me the day to prove it. I will tell you we will be in very public places all day though." 

"I'm dying of curiosity now so I have to say yes." 

"Excellent, but you will have to trust my judgment agreed?" 

"We'll be in public you say?" 

"We most certainly will." 

"Agreed then one hundred percent." 

"I can't wait. It will be a life changing day for both of us I'm betting. More wine?" 

"Yes thank you."





             Chapter Three





After finishing their second glass of wine he said, "I think dinner is ready shall we go see?" 

"But you've been in here." 

"I gambled you would have dinner with me and I prepared it last night. I'm glad you didn't disappoint me." Carly stood up and as they walked toward the kitchen he stopped her and kissed her again. This time he took his time and let their tongues dance together for a moment as they held each other. Carly's cheeks flushed and her heart ran fast but she loved every second of it. Gavin stepped back and said, "I'm going to have to be very careful when, where and how often I kiss you. I could become addicted to them and demand them frequently." 

They had a quiet dinner keeping their conversation light. The wine was almost gone so he got up and said, "One last glass in the living room. I wouldn't want you to drive home drunk." 

"I'll help you clear the table." 

"No not this time. I'll tend to it later." As they neared the end of the wine Gavin asked, "Are you doing okay with the trial now?" 

"Better but I have a hard time imagining some of what they claim." 

"You must mean how the defendant could...last that long." 

"Well, yes that's part of it." 

"What's the...oh I think I know. Do you think you could endure it if I could...let me back up here. I have a few videos that might help you to see how he could...you know." 

"You mean dirty movies?" 

"That's one name for them. They are short ones. Let me show you one and if it bothers you I'll shut it off." 

"I can't believe I'm going to do this. Maybe I better have more wine." 

"You're not getting drunk are you?" 

"No at least not yet." He opened another bottle, got them another glass of wine and settled in next to her.

He popped in a video and they sat together as the screen came to life. "Remember Carly, tell me if this bothers you." He hit play and they watched as the credits rolled. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest but she wanted to at least try to watch. This was just a short graphic movie with almost no plot or dialogue. Pure sex for sex sake. When the guy sporting an impressive erection appeared on the screen and walked toward a naked woman Carly stiffened her back slightly but her eyes never left the screen. 

In no time at all he had slid into the woman and was pumping into her hard. Carly's hand unconsciously reached for his hand and she held on tightly like it was a life line for her. If Gavin was understanding what Carly meant she was having a hard time believing a guy could ejaculate as far as what the prosecutor was claiming and that the defendant could stay erect for a second woman. The guy on the screen took his time and screwed the first woman in a couple of different positions before he pulled out and shot all over the woman reaching all the way over her head. Carly said, "Oh my God did you see that?" Then the guy shifted to the side and immediately entered another woman and it started all over again. As pornography went it was really poor but it showed Carly what could be done, at least by some guys. 




Transformation



When the movie was over Carly couldn't bring herself to look at Gavin for a minute. Her grip on his hand didn't diminish and he could feel her shaking a little. "Gavin I think I better go home now." She finally looked at him and she was flushed and her eyes were sparkling with moisture. 

"Are you okay Carly?" 

"No but I will be I think." Gavin helped her up from the couch and pulled her close to him and just held her for a minute. 

"I'm sorry Carly I can see that upset you. I just wanted you to see that it is possible at least in some cases." 

"Thanks for everything Gavin, even the movie...I think." Gavin couldn't resist and he kissed her gently as he held her close. She kissed him back and in moments it was not a gentle kiss from her. She was trembling with passion. She suddenly pulled away and said, "Goodnight Gavin. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Be careful going home Carly." Gavin stood there and thought, my God that poor woman is so confused and full of passion. He really liked her and couldn't wait until Saturday. Was he seducing her? Absolutely. Did it mean more to him than that? Without a doubt.

Friday the defense presented their closing arguments and the prosecutor finished with their arguments. By eleven the jury was sequestered in the jury room to deliberate. Gavin had a feeling this was going to be the toughest part for Carly. There was little doubt the guy was guilty but as in most juries there were holdouts, two hold outs in their case, so the discussions went on and they got more graphic as everybody became accustomed to hearing and using certain choice words. A lady two seats down from Carly insisted the defendant couldn't ejaculate as far as they claimed and a guy across from her said, "Bull, I know it can be done." 

"I'm afraid to ask how you can be so certain." 

"Let's just say I absolutely know it's no exaggeration." Carly knew it could be done too but she wasn't contributing. But at least she wasn't blushing now. More than once her hand slipped to his knee and she squeezed hard but she was doing okay. At a quarter after five they rang for the bailiff and said they had the verdict and once everybody was assembled in the courtroom the jury foreman read the verdict of guilty on both counts. The judge gave his little closing speech and they were released from duty.

As had become her custom Carly stood to the side until Gavin could join her and they left together. When they were outside and out of earshot of the masses Carly confessed saying, "I'm sorry I left so quickly last night but..." 

"I know Carly you got very excited." 

"Oh God did I ever. It was an awful movie but it didn't seem to matter at that moment." 

"I understand. I think you did wonderfully last night and today too. Carly don't misunderstand me. I want very much to make love to you, but last night wasn't the time for that." 

She looked at him not sure how to respond to it but then said, "That's why I had to leave when I did Gavin. I wanted you so much and I wasn't ready for that yet."

"Carly I want you to go home and rest up because tomorrow will be a full day. Now I want you to do something for me. When you dress tomorrow I want you to wear only panties but no bra and wear slip on shoes." 

"What? Why?" 

"Trust me love there is a reason for it all and it will become clear." 

"But I always wear a bra." 

"Not tomorrow. If at the end of the day you don't feel sexy then no harm done, but I know you are." 

"What else do you want me to wear?" 

"Something easy to take off and put on." 

"What?" 

"Remember you said you'd trust me one hundred percent." 

"I know." 

"Now tell me where you live and I'll pick you up at eleven." 

"Eleven forty Adams Court. Do you need directions?" 

"I'll find you. Goodnight." Gavin kissed her and headed to his car.

Saturday morning Gavin was at her door right at eleven. She was wearing a simple cotton button front blouse that was loose enough to hide her nipples and it was buttoned up almost to her neck. He walked her to his car and with a light kiss said, "Now the adventure begins." Carly was as nervous and curious as she could be but he said the day would be spent in a public place so it had to be okay. They headed to the mall and with her hand in his they headed straight to Victoria's Secret. When he turned her in there she looked at him and her feet hesitated. "Trust me remember." In they went and found a sales clerk. 

"May I help you?" 

The question was directed to Carly but Gavin said, "Yes we're looking for a white bra that will accent her cleavage and in a half cup style." "Sir you do know what a half cup is right?" 

"I certainly do yes. She'll also need one in black and one in red. Also a couple of white bras that are only slightly more conservative perhaps a demi cup." 

The clerk kind of raised her eyebrows but said, "Right this way miss." 

Gavin stopped them and said, "When you're done I'd like her to be wearing the white half cup and she will need garter belts and nylons. Any questions?" 

"Uh no sir I don't believe so."

When Carly and the sales lady returned a little later with a large hand full of items Gavin said, "We also need a dozen pairs of panties, high cut and at least a few of them with the vee cut down the front. When the clerk showed him a few samples he said, "Perfect." Then he paid for everything and they walked out. 

"Gavin do you realize the bra I'm wearing just supports underneath and leaves the top exposed?" 

"I know isn't it wonderful?" 

"I feel so..." 

"Sexy?" 

"No...I feel so exposed, so racy, so daring." 

"I'll settle for that for now." "Gavin you just spent a lot of money on me." 

"Don't worry about it. We have a long way to go." As they walked she could feel the fabric rub against her nipples and it was so erotic to have that sensation in the middle of a swarm of people in the mall.





             Chapter Four





Their next stop was at the beauty shop next to Penney's where they made an appointment for three o'clock. Their next stop was Macy's where Gavin led her to the women's section. "What size top do you wear love?" 

"I usually wear an eight or ten." Up and down the aisles they went as he pulled garments out for her to try on. With an armload selected they found the dressing rooms and he sat down just outside and said, 

"Put something on and come out so I can see it." A few minutes later she appeared in a simple button front blouse but it seemed a little large. "Nope bad fit, try another one." When she reappeared it was one quite similar but a much better fit. "Now that's nice but let's do this" and he undid the top three buttons and pulled it open. The result was a lot of her chest was exposed but her nipples were still hidden from view. "Perfect, we'll take that one. Try another." Carly's heart was racing from his undoing her blouse and when she came out again it was a gauzy vee neck blouse. Her nipples were just visible when the light hit her in a certain way and her face was a nice shade of pink. In a whisper she said, "Gavin my...nipples are showing." 

"Just enough love, now that will work nicely." On and on it went until he had six different blouses selected. As they headed down the aisle he saw some dresses and slacks so they spent the next hour as he chose those for her too. He was having a great time. Every time she came out in a nice fitting pair of slacks that accentuated her ass and her legs he'd smile and say, "Keep that one what's next?" Adding a few very sexy and potentially revealing dresses to the pile of slacks they headed out to eat when he saw the jewelry.

Once again the clerk addressed Carly and Gavin took over. He unbuttoned Carly's top until it was nearing the danger point and then said, "I want to see some nice necklaces and ear rings for the lady." That really threw the clerk but she gathered her wits and started pulling out a variety for him to choose from. He held different ones up to her chest as she stood there and started two piles, one to keep and one for rejects. Then he added a few bracelets and a couple of rings to the collection before stopping. By then they were starved and tired. They took their packages to the car and he dug out one of the necklaces. "Put this on and let's see how you look." Carly stood there with her blouse half unbuttoned and her new necklace drawing the eye down toward her hidden treasures. "You look very nice Carly, very nice." She was amazed that she was willing to have so much of her chest exposed but she so wanted to please him and she also had to accept the fact that she liked the feeling it gave her. She was bouncing back and forth between blushing embarrassment to excitement and back to blushing. Then it was in to the food court to rest and eat. With food and coffee in hand they found what would have to pass for a private area and ate in relative quiet. 

With her mouth still full she said, "Gavin my head is spinning and I don't know what to think. I've already tried on more clothes than I have in my closet at home and you are spending a fortune. Why are you doing this? You have to know I can't pay for any of them." 

"I wouldn't think of you paying for anything today. This is my treat and I'm having a wonderful time." 

"I am too but my world is just spinning and I can't keep up with all that is happening, and happening to me." 

"Just relax and enjoy. We still have a lot to do before dinner tonight."

Refreshed and rested he took her hand and with a quick smile at her he said, "Okay now it's off to find shoes for you." The shoes proved to be the hardest part but with determination they found something for her to try on. She stood before him now in four inch heels and it made her legs seem even longer and more sensual than before. "Carly love you were meant to wear high heels but those pants have to go." 

"What?" 

He laughed and said, "I don't mean right now but they just don't flatter you at all. I very much wish I could see your legs right now though." She was getting stronger and didn't blush but her heart was doing a dance as she pictured herself standing there before him in just her panties. He was keeping her so stimulated!

As they left the shoe store he said, "Let's go drop these in the car and then we better head to the salon for your makeover." As in all the other stores Gavin took control and showed the stylist the medium length shag cut he wished her to have. The stylist was a little uncomfortable with the situation but didn't interfere. Gavin continued by saying, "I'd like you to explain to her about her makeup and hairstyle and set her up with all the products she will need. Everything. I'll check back later" and Gavin left to continue the shopping. He made a stop for some perfume and then after pausing over coffee to kill some time he returned to Victoria's Secret. There he found the same clerk they had earlier and enlisted her assistance for more shopping. 

As they moved through the store she said, "She must be a very special person in your life." 

"She becomes more special every day, every hour." With his packages in hand he headed to the car for yet another deposit in the trunk. Stopping by the salon every so often he continued to casually window shop, no longer looking for certain things. There were so many things she would look nice in but it was time to stop until he saw the full results of the day's efforts. The next time he stopped at the salon she was with the stylist selecting cosmetics and hair products. He slipped away not wanting her to see him until she was completely finished and ready to show him. He stood far enough out in the mall that he could see when she sat down to wait for him. 

It took them a little while to assemble all of the products she might need or want but she finally sat down to wait. That was his cue and he made his way through the shoppers and entered the salon. When she saw him she stood up with a little smile and butterflies in her stomach. She so wanted to please him. When she had looked in the mirror she couldn't believe what was looking back at her. It was her and yet it wasn't. She looked sexy. He stopped when he was twelve or fifteen feet away and looked her over. Damn she was beautiful. He just stood there looking at her and she was in near panic. Then he broke into a big smile. "You look stunning. Absolutely perfect." He kissed her lightly and paid the bill. 

As they walked out she slipped her arm around his waist and said, "Thank you so much Gavin. This has been a day I'll never ever forget." 

"I'm glad you have enjoyed it but it isn't over of course. We still have the evening." She no longer worried about anything. Whatever the evening was to bring she was eager to experience it. "Tell me Carly, how do you feel about yourself right now?" 

"Oh God I can't sort it all out yet. I feel giddy, excited, special and...sexy." 

He took her hand in his and said, "And you should. You are so sexy you take my breath away and the best is yet to come." 

"Gavin I'm so worried about all the money you spent today. What if our relationship doesn't work out or something?" 

"Don't worry about it, I understand the risks and I'm willing to accept them."





            Chapter Five





As Gavin drove them home he could feel her look at him every so often and she went on and on about all her new clothes. "Carly when we get home I'd like you to try everything on for me." 

"I will, I can't wait to see it all with the jewelry and the shoes and all." 

"You will look stunning I have no doubt." When they got to Gavin's he opened the trunk to reveal an impressive pile of bags and boxes. Gavin took an armload in and deposited it on the chair in the house and returned for more as Carly did the same. With it all inside Gavin asked, "Would you like some wine?" 

"Just a little while I rest a minute." 

"We have less than two hours before we dress for dinner but a short rest might feel good." 

With his wine gone he got up and selecting a blouse said, "Try this on for me with these slacks and these shoes." She stepped into the bathroom and soon emerged in perfect fitting slacks with high heels and a stylish blouse. Combined with her new hairstyle she would turn heads. 

She stood before him and said, "I love this Gavin."

"I do too but it needs one adjustment." She was still buttoning her blouses up high on her neck so he stood close to her and as she watched him he undid three buttons. The edge of her new demi cup bra was visible and her nipples would peek out if she moved wrong. "There now I can see your new necklace too." 

She looked at him and feeling like she would turn to jelly asked, "Is this how you want me to wear this in public?" "Let me see. He stood closer and with one finger moved her blouse enough that he clearly saw the swell of her breast and a nipple. She looked down and then up into his eyes. 

He said, "Yes, I think that looks very nice don't you?" 

"I think I look very exposed." 

"Stand straight and proud. You have beautiful breasts. "Here try this one next," as he handed her the loose fitting thin gauzy blouse. She started to go to the bathroom and he put his hand on her arm. "Change right here. I'll help you." He looked into her eyes as he undid one button after another on her blouse. She knew that when it came off her breasts would be there in full view. They were displayed on her new bra like they were on a shelf for his inspection. She was powerless to stop him or say no. When he opened her blouse she took a quick breath and looked at him as he admired her. Without speaking he handed her the other blouse and unfastened her pants. When she started to tuck her new blouse in he said, "Wait. Let's see you in this other pair of slacks with that blouse." She stood there and didn't move. Could she let him see her in her panties? Yes. Yes she wanted him to see her like that. She slid her slacks off and quickly put her new ones on. "You look spectacular Carly, here try these shoes now." She slowly turned and posed for him and watched his face as he studied her. 

"Carly you are prettier and sexier than I could have hoped for. Now I want you to try on one of the dresses." Oh God that meant removing her blouse and slacks. She would be nearly naked in front of him. As much as she desired him and wanted to do that for him her courage was getting shaky. "I'll help you." She was sure that if he touched her she was going to melt. He helped her out of her blouse and watched as he kissed the top of her breasts before helping her remove her slacks. Her panties were getting a wet spot now and her heart was trying to explode but she continued. What she didn't know was Gavin wasn't faring much better. He wanted her more than anything in the world but he was determined to wait. He reached for the dress and then said, "Wait a second I want to see you in these too." That was when he handed her a pair of new panties. 

"Oh God Gavin, I don't..." 

"Of course you can. I want you to try these on for me now." It was a smooth and yet commanding tone. Not frightening but compelling. She continued to stand there a second before willing herself to find the top of her panties with her fingers.  

Carly had held up so well. She hadn't blushed once and she even felt confident she could handle anything. Now she wasn't so sure. 

"Gavin I'm so..." 

He kissed her gently on the lips and said, "Now please, I must see your beauty" and her fingers continued to move her panties lower. When her mound appeared he stared a moment. He had to. Stepping back he took in her nearly naked beauty before she slipped into her new high cut panties. She had no idea of the power she could wield over men. Next came her new dress. It was short, clingy and it was breathtaking on her. He handed her a necklace next and then the high heeled shoes. "I'll adjust it for you now." He unbuttoned the top of her dress and then the bottom two so that when she walked just the right amount of the insides of her thighs would flash the world. With him touching her near her breasts, seeing her naked and then down in front touching her thighs she was his for the taking. She wanted him now. It was almost more important to have him than breathe but he seemed impervious to her needs. "Now go in my bedroom and see yourself in my mirror. Tell me what you see." He followed her in and she stood before his mirror. "What do you see Carly?" 

"I see beautiful clothes, beautiful jewelry and a wonderful new hairstyle. I see me as I've never seen me before." 

"Do you like what you see?" 

"Oh yes." "Now can you see why I say you're sexy?" 

"But it's the clothes that are sexy not me." 

"The clothes are just that, clothes. They are nothing without you. If I were to take all the clothes away now and you stood there totally naked you'd still be utterly sexy but the clothes would be a pile on the floor." 

"I do feel so different. I don't know how to say it. Do I please you Gavin?" 

"You please me very much. Now take the dress off until we go for dinner. We have time for one more glass of wine before we leave." 

"I have to get my other clothes to put on." 

"No that won't be necessary. I want to see you in your new bra and panties while we have our wine." Her heart couldn't take a lot more of this. Her upper lip was perspiring, her new panties were getting wet between her legs and her breathing was rapid as she obeyed and unbuttoned her new dress for him. He was making her so happy and there was nothing she wouldn't do to please him now.

She stood there in her high cut panties now moist with her dew and her half cup bra that only served to present her breasts to him with her nipples erect and pleading for attention. They sat in the living room sipping their wine and Carly did her best to make intelligent conversation. Gavin did his best with conversation too as his eyes devoured her. It was easy to see she was not a sun worshipper. Her skin was milky smooth and nearly flawless. The rare mole or freckle stood out and only served as a counterpoint to her silky perfection.




Transformation



When it was time for them to dress for dinner Gavin got up and extended his hand to help her up. He pulled her close to him and could feel the heat of her breasts press into his chest. He kissed her then and then kissed each breast in deep appreciation. She was instantly turned on but he stepped back and said, "We forgot something when you tried the dress on earlier." He reached over and retrieved the garter belt and nylons and said, "I'll help you with these when you're ready." He had yet to touch her other than kiss her breasts and she was more excited, more stimulated than she'd ever been in her life. 



             Chapter Six





Carly washed up and came out to dress. She slipped her new dress on and went to Gavin for any final adjustments. He stood close to her and as he looked into her eyes he raised her dress to her waist. She'd just spent a good half an hour with him nearly naked 

And yet his hands sliding up her legs to raise her dress set her nerves on end. While she held her dress he fastened the garter belt and then she sat down so he could slide a nylon up her leg. She watched him through half closed eyes and felt his hand slide closer and closer to her damp panties. She could feel his hands within a couple of inches of her sex and he could feel her heat radiating against his hand. The action was repeated and again she felt his hands inch their way toward her pussy. God how she wanted him to touch her there. She knew it would only take a touch or two for her to climax.

He stood up, kissed her and said, "I only have one more thing to add." He handed her the perfume he'd picked up and she dabbed a little on for him. He looked at her standing there in her silky dress that followed her curves like it was made for her. It wasn't tight at all but it didn't need to be. In one instant it seemed almost modest and the next it was pure sex, short, clingy and full of promise with an open neckline that Gavin made sure was open even more. With her high heels on she looked like temptation personified. The trick was to have her look as sexy as possible without looking cheap or trashy. He felt they had reached that balance perfectly.

When they reached DiAngelo's for dinner Gavin requested a corner table and he seated her so she was facing the other patrons and his back was to them. He wanted them to have a good view of her breasts and her legs in the short dress under the table. Gavin excused himself for the restroom but what he really wanted was to see what the other patrons could see and would stare at. When he returned the view of his table was breathtaking. She sat there with her knees slightly apart and her breasts just close enough to being exposed that it demanded that people look twice or more. 

When he sat down she leaned forward and said softly, "Gavin people are staring at me." 

"Everybody?"

"Well no but a lot of them are." 

"Of course they are. You are by far the most beautiful sight in the whole restaurant." 

"I wish I could believe that." They ordered dinner and the waiter gave them better service than Gavin had ever seen. He noticed the waiter's name was Andrew and he filed that in his mind for future use. He said, "Our waiter seems to really be enjoying himself taking care of your needs." 

Her hand automatically went to her chest and she said, "Am I showing too much do you think?" 

"No of course not. You are a beautiful woman. In fact when you go to the restroom I want you to undo another top button." 

"Gavin I can't do that he'll see me." 

"Carly I want you to undo another button." 

She flushed a moment and then said, "If that's what you want I will. I'll go do it now."

When she returned she was standing straight to be sure she wasn't exposing herself but when she bent to sit down he could see her breasts and her protruding nipples. With a nervous smile she said, "I feel absolutely naked Gavin." 

"You are covered and you are stunning." He signaled for Andrew and when he came over he stood over Carly and lost himself in her breasts for a minute. 

"Andrew we'd like a dessert. Bring the lady a crème Brule and coffee and I'll have a cup of Irish coffee." 

When he left Carly said, "Gavin I think he could see my breasts standing there." 

"Do you think so?" 

"I do yes." 

"I'll just check." 

He went over to stand by her and when he looked down he said softly into her ear, "You're right he can see your breasts." Gavin sat down again and she reached to do a button but he put his hand on her arm and looking at her said, "Please don't." It was another of his soft commands and she let her hand drop to the table. 

Andrew was back in minutes and stood over Carly making a big production of serving the dessert to her and almost as an afterthought served Gavin his coffee. Carly sat very still with her arms at her side knowing Andrew's eyes had free and easy access to her breasts. Her breathing was shallow and she looked straight at Gavin as he smiled back at her. Dinner was finally done and when they left the restaurant Gavin could hear everybody applause in his mind. When he thought back to the beginning he remembered the trial and the timid, bashful woman that was so quick to blush. A woman so plain that the world was passing her by. He couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place in the span of a day. One day and one woman with the determination to see it through and please him. 

As soon as they were back at Gavin's he took her in his arms and kissed her. "Carly darling you were and are magnificent tonight. You make my heart sing and my pulse pound. Now I must undress you. I must see you naked, totally and completely naked." His hands reached up under her dress and letting his hands roam a moment he undid her nylons before removing her garter. Carly was frozen in place and only aware of his hands as they worked under her dress. He knelt down and slowly lowered her nylons and slipped them off. He then stood and started to unbutton her dress, taking his time and kissing her as he went from button to button. Her hands were now on his arms and caressing him and feeling him as he undressed her. Then she stood before him once again in her half bra and panties. He reached behind her and once again as he kissed her he released her bra and stepped back to let it fall to the floor. When he reached for her panties her knees almost failed her. He kissed her breasts and started down her front kissing her below her breasts, then trailed kisses down her belly as his hands slid her panties down her thighs. When Gavin was on his knees before her he slid her panties to her ankles and continued to kiss her until he arrived at her mound and could smell her excitement. He let his tongue dance in her belly button a moment and then kept his lips on her lower belly as his hand slipped up her thigh to arrive at her moist and swollen lips.

Carly was almost crying with desire now and Gavin had an erection like none he'd ever had before. He wanted so desperately to make it last but his desire was becoming almost unbearable now. He stood up and after suckling a nipple for a moment led her to his bed. With her on her back he moved up over her and eased himself into her for the first time. Carly instantly threw her arms around him, pushed her pelvis back into him and groaned. He tried to slowly pull back and then advance again but she was nearing her first orgasm. 

Her eyes had been closed but she opened them and staring into him said, "Honey take me hard I want to feel you bury yourself in me please." He passion and her wet tightness was too much for him and he pumped into her like he was on fire. Carly went into her first orgasm and kept going, easing back and then climbing again to another orgasm and then another until she could hardly breathe. Gavin could feel his balls tighten and the tingle start up his cock. He was possessed with the absolute need to put his seed into her now and he did. His muscles locked as he shoved forward and he remained deep in her as his body pumped shot after shot of come into her. He still didn't want to stop. He had made himself wait for so long and now he didn't want his cock to leave her but to bring her to just one more orgasm. He didn't go soft and just kept slamming into her as he looked down and saw her watching him as he fucked her. She had yet one more small orgasm and he felt he was building to a second one but it wasn't to be. He had to rest.





             Chapter Seven





It was a long time before either of them moved. Carly had had more orgasms in a few minutes than she'd had in the last two years it seemed. Gavin was pouring sweat and still had the desire to make love to her again. He lay beside her now and just stared at her form in profile. She was on her back but her head was turned toward him when she said, "You were wonderful Gavin. You had me so unbelievably turned on all day I could hardly think." 

He was still settling down but said, "Carly darling watching you transform and get turned on was an incredible experience for me. You can't know how much I've enjoyed this day and it will forever be fresh in my mind." Neither of them dressed when they got up but made coffee and sat together to rest restore themselves with the life giving properties of caffeine. 

When they were more relaxed Gavin said, "I have to go out of town tomorrow and won't be back until after next weekend. I'll call you while I'm gone and I want to see you as soon as I can after I get home." 

"I'm going to miss you so terribly while you're away." 

"We'll do something special when I get home. Maybe take a weekend away someplace." 

"I'd like that Gavin. Just hurry home okay?" 

"I'll be home as soon as I can." With both of them sad about him leaving it was a quiet ride as he took her home. Before she got out he took her hand and after kissing it he put a roll of bills in it and said, "I want you to go out next weekend and buy some shorts, sleeveless tops, whatever you might need or want except underwear and sleepwear. I want to pick those out for you. You know what I want you to wear so use that as your guide." 

"Gavin you have to quit spending on me. It isn't necessary." 

"I know it isn't but if we go someplace when I get back I want you to have some new things to wear. If it helps I was thinking the Hilton in Chicago on the lake. We can walk through Grant Park or walk in the sand." 

"I'll see if I can find something for the occasion." After they carried all her new things inside she kissed him and went inside. 

Carly dropped onto her couch and just sat there and replayed the day. It was hard to believe that just twelve or thirteen hours ago Gavin was picking her up. She now had a new wardrobe, a new hairstyle and enough makeup to sink a small boat. She was also utterly exhausted from being so sexually stimulated hour after hour and then to make love and climax more times than she ever had in her life. As she sat there thinking of that her hand automatically went between her legs and she touched where he had been just a short time ago. 

The next week was a combination of one day dragging by so slowly as she thought about him to flying by when work was so busy. Gavin called mid week and they talked for a while but it just made her miss him more. When Friday night came she splurged and bought a bottle of wine and sat at her computer sipping wine and looking at different web sights for ideas about what to buy or where to buy it. She already knew he'd want her to wear short shorts and midi tops or less. She was well into the wine and it was working its magic on her. She went from feeling so turned on to sleepy to touching herself as she computer shopped. She had never been big on self gratification but for some reason it was feeling very good to her. The wine was causing her to think just fuzzy enough that she thought about the short dirty move and then Gavin and then the movie again as her hand became more involved and her needs became more insistent. In what seemed like no time at all she climaxed sitting there in front of the computer with her hand between her legs and her pants at her ankles. Just before she went to bed she decided she just might like to do that again sometime.

Carly took her time Saturday morning having coffee and planning her day. To her it had the makings of a delicious day for her. To go shopping just for things she might want was a luxury she could seldom afford to this was going to be a special treat. She thought about it and called Corrine to see if she wanted to go shopping with her. She would be so shocked to see what she was buying. Corrine was shocked to even hear she wanted to go shopping but was eager to go with her. Carly picked her up at ten and the first thing Corrine noticed was her new hairstyle, clothes and the makeup. "You don't even look like Cary." 

"I know, isn't it incredible." 

As they headed for the mall Corrine said, "Carly you never shop at the mall it's always Wal Mart or Kmart." 

"Not today it isn't. Today we shop the nice stores." 

"Corrine you are going to be so shocked when you see what I buy. I have really changed in the last couple of weeks." 

"What do you mean what you're going to buy?" 

"You know how I always dress, conservative, loose fitting and long." 

"Yeah." 

"Not anymore." 

"Oh really." 

"Let's go in Macy's. I'll show you what I mean." Carly remembered where the blouses were so she went that direction first. As she looked and picked things up to try on Corrine was shocked. 

"Carly will you really wear those things?" 

"Absolutely. Come in with me while I try them on."

One after another Carly tried on shortie tops, midi tops and halter tops until she found three that pleased her and then they were off to find the shorts. When she found what she was looking for she grabbed a few pair and they headed for the dressing rooms. Carly hadn't told Corrine about all of the clothes Gavin had already bought her, wanting to wait until they could take a break at the food court. The first pair of shorts were quite short and fit her perfectly. The second were very short and were hip hugging so there wasn't much to them. With four pair of shorts added to their bags they headed to the food court where Carly told Corrine the whole story. Well not exactly. She left out the part of her allowing herself to be displayed to Andrew the waiter. Corrine was almost breathless as she listened to the story. "Carly this is so unlike you." 

"I know it is. I'm still in shock over the whole thing but I'm having a wonderful time. He's awakened a whole different side of me, one I didn't even know existed." 

"Just as long as you're happy with it all." 

"I'm happy and then some." 

"Do you love him?" 

"No, at least I don't think so, but he makes me feel so sexy and desirable.

Carly picked up a pair of large lens sunglasses so she could watch peoples reaction without them knowing it. Contrary to his instructions she bought a couple of bras and panties but she knew he'd approve of them. She found a pair of boots with high heels to wear with jeans or slacks. On and on she went and even bought Corrine a sexy outfit so she could see if she had the nerve to wear it. The day went fast and Carly soon found herself home again. She tried on her new things again and strutted around the house just to get the feel of them and have a chance to check herself out in the mirror. 



            Chapter Eight





Late Sunday evening Gavin called and said, "I'm home Carly but I'll be very busy all week. I have plans in progress for the weekend though. How was your shopping?" 

"It went pretty well and I think I'll be ready. I did buy a couple of bras though but I just know you'll love them." 

The week dragged on and on for her but when he called Thursday night he said, "We're all set for Chicago. I'll pick you up Friday right after you get home and we can be there by eight or so." 

"I'm really looking forward to it." 

"I am too. I want you to go buy a pair of nice fitting hip hugging slacks for the ride into Chicago." 

"I'll see to it and I have a pair of boots I think you will like a lot." 

"That's good. You know what I want." 

"Yes I think I do."

Friday evening Gavin picked her up and when he saw her in her low riding slacks and high heels he smiled his approval. They made the drive into Chicago and got settled in their room on the fifth floor overlooking Grant Park and the lake and called room service right away for a bottle of wine. It was a beautiful suite with a large balcony so they could sit out there and enjoy the warm Chicago night with the lights dancing on the water. 

Gavin handed Carly a very short night shirt and said, "Take everything off and put this on." 

"Right now?" 

"Quickly." She did as she was told and was soon standing in front of him waiting for his approval. He noticed he could see her nipples showing through the fabric and with the very low, wide neck a lot of her breasts were in plain view and the hem just reached below the cheeks of her butt if she didn't bend or move in the wrong way. Add to that the slits at each hip and she was very nearly exposed. When room service knocked with their wine Gavin said, "Go get that for me." She wasn't expecting that and stood there looking down at herself. "Hurry up now he's waiting and so am I." She felt that sudden and familiar feeling between her legs and her heart raced as she went toward the door. When she opened it there was a tall young guy in uniform with a tray in his hand. 

"You called for wine ma'am?" He just got that out when his eyes fell on her. Carly was frozen as he stared and he was frozen by what he was seeing. 

They stood there for several seconds before she found her voice and in half a voice said, "Bring it in please." He set the tray of wine and glasses down and handed her the ticket to sign. He openly stared at her near nudity and she leaned over a little in front of him to sign knowing that was what Gavin wanted. She could feel the air on the lower part of her ass and it made her hand shake so that it was hard to sign the ticket. She handed it to him and looked into his eyes until he looked away. He reached the door and turned for one last look before leaving. Carly was weak in the knees but she was certain that Gavin had enjoyed what she'd done and that was what mattered. 

"Very nice Carly thank you. Now let's take the wine to the balcony." At least they were on the fifth floor so her nightshirt would be okay. They walked out and Gavin set the two glasses of wine on the railing and reached for her. They kissed and held each other for a minute before he stepped back. She stood still for him so he could look at her but what he did next shocked her. He reached down to the hem and lifted it off of her leaving her totally naked on the balcony. The room service guy was scary and though it was precious little at least she had something on. Now she had nothing on at all. All he said was, "Sit down Carly." She slowly did as she was told and he handed a glass of wine to her. She wanted to at least put her arms across her chest but she knew he wouldn't like that so she forced herself to sit back and pretend to relax. He said he was going to the bathroom and soon returned.

Gavin sat there fully dressed and asked her about her week while he was gone. He was going to make small talk while she sat there in the nude waiting for somebody somewhere to see her. It took her a while and a couple of glasses of wine to relax but she did finally accept the fact that this was the way it would be and she was probably safe from strange eyes. He continued to watch her and then he asked, "Did you play with yourself while I was gone?" Carly flashed back to her doing just that. One of the very rare times in her life that she had and he knew about it it seemed. 




Transformation



Uncle Billy had been living alone out in the Mountains on the West edge of the Okanogan Indian Reservation for almost 5 Months. 

He watched the 6 college kids as they drove across the flat plains below his Mountain retreat. They were on a trip to the sacred rock paintings down river from his cave.

They had not seen him for the first 2 days they were there. He watched them set up camp and proceeded to photograph and trace the paintings the first day. 

He stood just feet away from them as they talked around the camp fire and stood over their tents in the night and listened to them talking about how erotic the paintings seemed to be, making love and finally sleeping. 

He watched as they bathed naked in the stream the next morning and watched them search the entire area in desperation for their clothes when they finished.

They started to get mad, then scared and finally searched with mixed exasperation and anger through all their gear, only to discover that all of their clothing had been taken, but nothing else had been touched. They sat around the camp discussing it most of the afternoon and by darkness had decided that the next morning they would pack up the tents and head back down the canyon to their van. 

The sex started before they got to their tents and by the time the fire died out they were all asleep in one tent intertwined like a mass of snakes.

The next morning one of the girls went out at dawns first dim light and started yelling for the others to come out. Soon they were all standing around the firepit looking at the meal that had been left for them. Intricately woven baskets held berries and cactus fruits, wooden bowls held several different juices and pastes and there was a stack of tortilla like bread set in the center. They each sat down and discussed where it may have come from.

One of the boys stood up and yelled into the surrounding Mountains.

"We know your there! We are not going to eat any of your fucking drugs!"

From behind him came a voice that caused him to feel shame at his anger and he spun around and looked into the kindest eyes he had ever seen.

"You do not have to eat, but if you do you will become part of the greatest event in human evolution."

The young man took a step forward, just now realizing that the old Indian was completely naked except for a medicine bag around his neck. His long black hair was tied back in two pony tails that flowed over his shoulders and down his back. He was well muscled and the skin on his face was tight 

and firm, but he looked 100 years and then some. He had the body of an athlete and his uncircumcised penis was awe inspiring even hanging limp between his legs. 

"What are you talking about" the boy said, feeling suddenly exposed far more then just being naked in front of a stranger.

"You were all brought together here by forces you will soon come to understand, and any of you are free to leave at any time. Your clothes are waiting at your van."

The Indian stepped forward and took the boy by the hand and led him back to the fire pit.

"Sit, and while you eat I will tell you a story." 

He took a bowl of yellow juice, took a deep drink and passed it to the girl beside him. 

"See, no need to worry, my Name is Uncle Billy and I have been waiting for you a long time."

He took a slice of cactus fruit and ate it slowly.

"These foods will help to cleanse your bodies and minds and strengthen your spirits, and your spirits will need to be strong for the changes that are coming."

The young student archeologists and anthropologists began slowly eating and drinking as the old Indian continued speaking slowly.

"The Earth has come to a time of change, and as with all changes there is a nexus, a starting point for those changes."

One of the girls stood up and turned toward the rock paintings.

"I knew it! I told you this was some sacred gathering site!"

The rest of them stopped to look at the rocks and one of the boys stood and slowly walked toward the stone wall.

"Oh my God, look! The 6 figures sitting around the circle and the larger figure with the huge phallus...It's US! And HIM!"

They all looked at the old man and he spread his arms and gestured for the two to sit again.

"Yes, the figures that you see on the rocks are you. You painted them the last time that you were here."

They all exchanged looks of confusion and doubt.

"What, but those paintings are over 3000 years old, that's imposable!" one of the girls declared.

"Almost 4,000 years ago we were all gathered here by the great Spirit to prepare the World for the coming changes. It has taken us many lifetimes to prefect your minds and bodies to carry the message to others, others that will soon awaken to the new reality and join with us."

One of the boys stood up, his dark brown body shining with an inner glow, his muscles straining with power and his penis fully engorged.

"I see it, I see what he's talking about! It's all going to change very soon! Today is the Spring Solstice, the original Earth Day! The Spirit of the Planet is awake and calling to us!"

He pulled the young Chinese girl beside him to her feet and slid his hand softly across her face.

"Can you see it? Can you see what's coming? Mankind will become something new and beautiful"

She looked into his intense green eyes flooded with tears and suddenly the World that was coming flooded into her mind and she gasped and took his face in her own hands and started kissing him with all the passion she had. She saw that soon the pleasures of the flesh would soon be gone and that they should be embraced and enjoyed by everyone while there was still time. She gripped his neck and pulled herself up until he could work his 10 inches of ebony meat into her wet pussy. Her boyfriend watched dumbfounded as she bounced to his thrusts and screamed in ecstasy.

"Madre Dios! Yes, I see it, it's coming. I see the fire! WE ARE the Fire! " 

The Hispanic girl put her hand on the leg of the stunned boyfriend and he turned and looked into her eyes.

"What...I..I...I...Oh fuck, it's coming now!" He said as tears started flowing down his face 

"They...we...oh..yes, YES!" and laughter erupted from his mouth as his cock swelled suddenly to fully erect and his hands reached out and cupped the firm brown tits of the girl as her hands slid around his shaft.

He stood up and allowed the girl to guide his cock into her mouth. She took it between her lips and started sucking until it was completely down her throat, her lips hidden in his blond pubic hair. He looked at the other two watching the sudden breakfast orgy and as their eyes moved from his cock being expertly sucked to his wild glowing eyes they both gasped in unison.

"Oh my GOD!"

The visions washed over them and their minds went through every possible emotion in a second finally settling into an ecstatic state of complete understanding.

They looked at each other and fell together in a kiss, tumbling to the ground and quickly she mounted him and pumped on his cock with her desperate pussy like a rabbit in heat.

"OHHhhhh GODDD!" 

All six exclaimed in unison as they experienced not just their own orgasms, but the accumulated and amplified orgasms of them all, along with a 7th orgasm that seemed to prolong and intensify their ecstasy until they all were laying on the ground panting and gasping.

The Indian stood up and started stroking his soft shaft. As he did a warm wind started to blow. As his erection grew so did the wind until he was stroking a thickly veined 12 inch cock and a virtual tornado was blowing around them carrying dust and rocks and cactus. 

The students sat huddled together in the calm center of the storm watching the old master and suddenly they could each feel what he was feeling. His building orgasm rose in each of them until they each exploded with him as his cock started spraying ejaculate. 

The cum splashed over each of them as they writhed in mutual bliss and with each pump of creamy white fluid the Indian grew more luminescent and transparent.

The flash of light when he dissipated was seen from airliners over 100 miles away. The windstorm stopped and the desert around them came alive with the sounds of thousands of animals and insects and plants.

The students laying the sand laughing for several minutes before slowly making their way in unison down to the stream and tenderly washing each other.

"How long do you think it will take"

"Well, if we each gather seven and they gather seven we could have the entire reservation elevated by tonight."

"When the Solar flares wash the planets surface in three Years every human will have been taken to the next level."

"It will take millions of years to restore the Planet, but at least now we know we will still be here watching over it."

They reached the van before the Sun was overhead and did not bother with their clothes that were neatly folded in separate piles on rocks. They took 

turns driving and making love in the back of the van until they pulled into the small town and stopped in front of the Tribal Police Station.

The three girls got out and went in the police station as the boys started down the street toward the diner. 

James Running Bear had been the Chief of the Tribe and the Chief of the Tribal Police for over 20 years. he had seen just about everything and when 

he saw three naked college girls walk into his station he immediately figured they were stoned out on peyote or mushroom and pulled his chrome Redhawk revolver and leveled it at the center girl.

"That'll be far enough, how about you just file right back to the cells and we'll see if we can't find you some clothes until you come down?"

He was watching their hands, making sure none of them had a weapon behind their bodies, but also noticing that they were all amazingly beautiful bodies.

"The gun won't be needed, we are here to help you understand" one of the girls said.

"The human race is undergoing a evolutionary leap, you are going to help carry humanities spirit through the coming storms" another girl chimed in.

The old veteran slowly lowered his gun at the sound on their voices. His eyes met with one of the girls and suddenly his own old, tired eyes grew brighter and he saw the girls in front of him change from drug abuse suspects to angelic visions of ecstatic beauty. 

By the time they were beside him and removing his clothes he was crying and laughing.

"Oh God, it's real, just like in Grandfathers stories, the firestorm is coming." 

He watched the visions flood his mind as the Sun spewed out a flare that wrapped itself around the Earth, tendrils of plasma fire following the magnetic field lines and scorching the entire Planet with burning hydrogen.

He felt the girl that was sucking on his cock start to orgasm and realized that he had his first good erection in over 5 years and as his own orgasm washed over him he felt the waitress and cook and three Students in the diner down the road and the other two girls beside him cumming and their spirits joined in cosmic ecstasy as their minds exchanged information.

"This is an all points bulletin! All units are to immediately report to headquarters." 

He sat down the microphone and sat down at his desk, stark naked and smiling.

"They should start pouring in in about 5 minutes, this is gonna get wild."

The girls smiled and headed back to the cells to find more of the towns population to commune with. The two sleeping men were just a little surprised to be woken up by three beautiful naked girls on the other side of the bars. By the time the cell doors were open the hungover Indians were laughing, crying and stark naked. 

The first deputy to report came in to find the Chief, two prisoners and three girls having an orgy in one of the cells.

They continued their frenzied fucking and sucking while he held his gun on them demanding that they stop but thinking that he should join them. In less than a minute he was also naked, fucking one of the girls and kissing one of the hungover young braves while the Chief stroked and fingered his ass.

By Sundown the entire Colville Indian Reservation was deserted. Thousands of naked Indians had spread out across Washington State carrying the message of transformation.



Transformation



This story contains cuckold, tease, and smoking fetishes. If you dislike stories where the women are strong and dominant and the men serve and are submissive, then go find another story to read and criticize.

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My wife Selene watched silently as I took off my clothes. After putting my clothes in the hamper, I turned around. Selene came over to me and locked my leather wrist restraints together behind my back. I walked to the corner of the bedroom and turned around to face her.

Selene came over to me and unlocked the stainless steel cock cage she'd locked on my cock the weekend before. She fondled my glad to be freed, stiffening cock for about a minute. Grinning, she peeled off her clothes. She's approaching 45, but still looked good naked. My cock twitched a little as she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Selene had invited her boyfriend, Peter, over for the night. This wasn't the first time he'd come over to spend the night. I'd heard them make love many times, but I'd never seen him. I'd never seen them together, either.

While Selene was in the shower, I thought about how we got to this point in our marriage.

I met Selene 22 years ago. I'd called up an old girlfriend, Tammy, who lived in New Orleans, and asked her if I could join her for Mardi Gras. She said sure, but she'd already invited a girlfriend of hers to join her. I could come along if I didn't mind spending the day with two women. Grinning, I told her sure.

I met Tammy and her friend Mardi Gras morning, at a diner up Canal Street. Tammy and I caught up with each other, while her friend sat quietly. I didn't want to ignore her, but neither Tammy nor her told me her name.

After we finished breakfast, we caught a bus to the parade route. As I followed the ladies on the bus, the shy woman commented, "The fare is 60 cents. I hope you can count that high."

I frowned, and didn't say anything. I sat with Tammy on the bus, and the shy woman sat behind us.

The bus took us to within a mile of the parade route. We got out of the bus and walked. We walked all the way down Canal Street and about a mile along St. Charles Avenue until we found a place we liked to watch the parade. Once we quit walking, the shy woman came over to me and said, "Hi, I'm Selene. I'm sorry about the bus fare comment."

I replied, "Hi, I'm Robert. That's ok. So tell me about yourself."

Selene told me about her college nursing classes, and about her less than happy home life. I told her about the company I worked for, and how I knew Tammy. I was attracted to Selene, and by the time the parade ended it was obvious to Tammy that she was the third wheel. While we were walking back to the bus stop, Tammy told Selene all of the kinky and nasty things she knew about me, thinking that might dissuade Selene from her attraction. Selene just smiled.

When we got on the bus, Selene and I sat together, with Tammy sitting in the seat behind us. Tammy was still annoyed that I had mostly ignored her, but Selene and I didn't care. After we dropped Tammy off at her apartment, Selene and I went out to dinner. After dinner, we drove to a quiet spot along Lake Pontchartrain to watch the submarine races. In between the races, we hugged and kissed like there was no tomorrow.

I stayed in New Orleans an extra couple of days. Selene and I spent all the time together we could. After I returned to Houston, Selene and I talked on the phone as often as I could afford. After Selene finished her semester at the University of New Orleans, she moved in with me. Six months afterwards, we were married in a simple ceremony in a suburb of New Orleans with family and friends as guests.

Selene wanted sex a lot more than I did. Her desire really wasn't a problem for a long time. When we fucked, she would either ride on top of me in a cowgirl position, or she would get on her hands and knees and I would take her from behind. I preferred the cowgirl position, both because I didn't have to do much, and because I could squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples while she was fucking. I think she preferred being on her hands and knees, because she could collapse on the bed, rather than on top of me, after she was satiated.

When I wasn't in the mood for fucking, I would lie on my back, and Selene would straddle my face, holding on to the headboard. She would stay there until she was satisfied. Her body would convulse with pleasure when she had an orgasm, but she usually wanted me to continue nibbling on her clit. Most times she had 2 or 3 orgasms and collapsed tired and satisfied on the bed.

Selene took an interest in the kinky things Tammy told her. Every other weekend, we would take turns topping each other. Selene liked being tied up and having clothespins put on her nipples. She also liked being spanked with a ping-pong paddle and a belt.

I liked her to do things to me or in front of me while I was restrained. We didn't have the Internet back then, and we had to come up with all our own ideas. Selene is an intelligent woman and she came up with quite a few things to do to me while I was restrained. My favorite activity was her restraining me to the bed, teasingly masturbating me, and not letting me cum for hours.

Selene could feel through her fingertips when I was about to cum, so she knew when to take her hand away. She was nonchalant about stopping, usually saying she had to stretch her fingers or wanted a glass of water. After some practice, she got very good at teasingly masturbating me.

Our topping each other continued throughout the years of our marriage.

We were happy together for a long time.

About a year ago, I started having trouble getting and maintaining an erection. At first, Selene was sympathetic. Whenever I couldn't get it up, she would ride my face, or lie down on the bed and have me masturbate her with my finger.

While Selene used a vibrator whenever she felt like masturbating, I noticed that she was masturbating more and more.

This went on for a couple of months. One evening, when we were lying in bed together, Selene asked me, "Would you mind if I had a boyfriend?"

I was surprised but not shocked. I felt that Selene's increased masturbation wasn't going to satisfy her forever. Still, I wasn't expecting her to be so open. Or to ask me.

Feeling a little feisty, I answered, "What if I say no?"

Selene sighed. "I'd try to be faithful to you, but I really miss cock. I don't want to think about it too much, but I suppose eventually I'd either have an affair or divorce you."

Now that was a surprise. Selene's choice wasn't much of a choice, but I felt she was being sincere and honest, both about wanting to be faithful and about an affair. I was quiet for a while, with Selene lying against me on the bed. Finally, I gave her my answer.

"Yes, I would mind, and yes, you can have a boyfriend."

Selene grinned. "Thank you." She kissed me, and straddled my thighs and masturbated me to a pleasant orgasm. 

I didn't think too much about our conversation, until one evening a couple of months later. I came home from work, and I couldn't find Selene at first. I looked all over the house, and found her in the bedroom getting ready to go out.

"Hi," I said, coming up behind Selene and kissing her on the neck. "Where are we going?"

Selene smiled. "You're not going anywhere. I have a date tonight."

The memory of Selene's boyfriend conversation came back to me. "Oh. I see." I wondered if I should ask her about her date or not?

Selene decided for me. She stood up, kissed me, and left.

I made myself dinner, and played on the computer until bedtime. I didn't want to wait up for Selene, but I lay in bed wondering about her date. Was it going well? Did I want it to go well? I was tired from work and thinking about her, and I fell asleep before she came home.

After that first date, Selene went out 2 or 3 times a week. I got accustomed to making my own dinner, and spending part of the weekend by myself. I asked her one night about her date, and she answered, "Do you really want to know?"

I was curious about her dates, but I didn't really want to know the details. "No."

Selene smiled. "That's what I thought." She kissed me on the cheek. "I love you, and I'm getting what I need from them and from you."

I was happy that Selene was satisfied, and as time passed, I grew more comfortable with her dating.

The sound of the water turning off snapped me back to the present.

Selene came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. She had nice brown shoulder-length mostly straight hair. She sat down at the makeup table and put on foundation and rouge. 

My mind wandered again.

After Selene got involved with Peter, her topping sessions with me came more frequently. She would insist on my eating her pussy whenever she wanted it, and she would chain me to the bed and teasingly masturbate me.

I enjoyed her topping me, but she wasn't asking me to top her anymore. One Saturday, I asked her if I could top her. She was quiet for a while before she replied, "No. Since I've met Peter, I really enjoy acting like your bitch top now."

Yep. Selene enjoys acting like my bitch top now. She enjoys having me watch her get ready for Peter.

Selene got up from her dressing table. For the time she spent applying makeup, she looked like she hardly had any makeup on at all.

Selene went into the closet and came out with a negligee. After she put it on, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. While I imagined that her clothes came off soon after Peter's arrival, this was the first time I remembered her not wearing a bra and panties. The sheer negligee didn't leave anything to my imagination.

Selene walked over to the nightstand, and lit a cigarette. My cock twitched at the vision of her lighting her cigarette.

When we first met, I told Selene that watching a topless or naked woman smoke aroused me. She took that comment to heart, and practiced smoking when I was at work. She would smoke for me on occasion in the bedroom, but she wouldn't inhale. The smoke was too strong for me to endure for long, but I enjoyed the image of her smoking as she masturbated me.

After about a year of smoking for me, she gave it up. I was disappointed that I didn't get to see her smoke anymore, but since she didn't really smoke, I couldn't blame her for stopping. I appreciated and remembered the times Selene smoked to please me. 

I hadn't thought much about Selene smoking until recently.

About two months ago, after she'd been seeing Peter for a while, Selene started smoking. This time, she inhaled. One morning, she lit a cigarette while she had me restrained to the bed. While she was teasingly stroking my cock, I asked her why she'd started smoking.

Selene smiled and answered, "Because I know you get aroused watching me smoke. I really enjoy acting like your bitch."

Since I wanted Selene to eventually let me cum, I let the matter drop. I assumed that Peter smoked, or he was turned on watching Selene smoke. Maybe both.

Standing restrained in the corner of the bedroom watching Selene smoke in her negligee aroused me. She mostly ignored me. I suppose anything she did would have aroused me after spending a week locked in a cock cage.

The cock cage was quite a surprise.

A couple of weeks ago, Selene restrained me to the bed, and teasingly masturbated me. After a couple of hours of teasing, she asked me if I wanted to cum.

"Yes," I replied.

Selene got up from the bed, and went over to the dresser. She came back, and showed me a stainless steel cock cage. She let the ring and cage dangle from her finger for a while before she spoke.

"After you cum, I'm locking this on. I really enjoy acting like your bitch, and this will make teasing you so much easier for me."

No discussion, no questions. Before I had much of a chance to think about it, she lit a cigarette and lay down next to me. She had me suck on her nipple while she blew cigarette smoke in my face. After she finished her cigarette, she let me cum, cleaned me up, and locked the cock cage on my cock.

It took me a couple of weeks to get comfortable in the cock cage. I figured out how to pee without making a mess, and most of the time my cock was relaxed and I was fine.

However, when Selene and I were intimate, or I was eating her pussy, I was well aware of the cock cage keeping me from getting hard. It wasn't painful, just frustrating at times. As Selene said, the cock cage made her teasing me so much easier for her.

I smiled at my thoughts, and paid more attention to Selene smoking in her negligee.

After Selene finished her cigarette, she left the bedroom. I assume she went to the kitchen to check on dinner for her and Peter. 

I was excited thinking about how much power Selene was assuming over my life. Years ago, I'd told her about my fantasies, including the cock cage. Before she met Peter, she wasn't interested in acting out any of my fantasies.

Now that she was seeing Peter, Selene was acting out more of my fantasies. When I asked Selene about why she was dominating me so much, she would smile and answer, "I really enjoy acting like your bitch."

A few minutes later, Selene came back into the bedroom. She took the towel off her head, tossed it in the hamper, and sat down at her dressing table to brush her hair.

My cock twitched.

After Selene finished brushing her hair, she came over to me. She grabbed my cock and pulled, which meant I was to follow her.

We were going to the basement.

I followed Selene down into the living room and down the stairs into the basement. We'd done this several times before, so I knew what to expect. She was locking me in the basement so Peter and her would have the whole house to themselves.

A few days before the first time Peter came over, Selene told me that while Peter was her guest in our house, she was locking me in the basement. She told me I could decide how I wanted to spend the time locked in the basement, as long as my wrists were locked behind my back.

I thought Selene's statement was curious. She could lock the basement door if she wished. "Why do you want to restrain my wrists?"

Selene laughed. "While Peter's fucking me, I want to know that you can't even touch yourself. I really enjoy acting like your bitch."

So I went to Home Depot, and returned with an air mattress, some chains, and a baby monitor. Selene asked me to get the baby monitor, and I thought it was because she wanted to monitor me. After all, I was probably going to be restrained in the basement for 14 to 16 hours. I was touched by her concern.

We went down to the basement, and Selene watched while I bolted a chain to the corner of the basement, and put the air mattress, a sheet and a blanket, and a pillow down where I could lay down. I cut the top off of a 2-liter bottle of soda, and put it near the air mattress in case I had to go to the bathroom while I was restrained.

Selene looked happy at what I did. She told me that before Peter came over, she would lock my wrists behind my back, have me stand in the corner of the bedroom, and watch her get ready. Before Peter arrived, she would bring me to the basement and lock my ankle to the chain bolted to the wall. I would remain in the basement while she and Peter did what they wanted in the house. After Peter left, she would come down to the basement and unlock me.

Selene's idea seemed pretty reasonable, especially since she'd be monitoring me. She put the baby monitor on a shelf close to where I'd be lying, and we went back upstairs.

When Peter came over that first night, everything went as Selene said. After she locked the leather ankle restraint to the chain bolted to the basement wall, Selene turned on the baby monitor, and went upstairs. 

I was relaxing on the air mattress, when I heard Selene on the baby monitor. I heard a deep voice answer, and I assumed that was Peter. It dawned on me that she'd left the receiver in the basement, and took the monitor with her.

I realized I was going to hear every word of their conversation, whether I wanted to or not. Even if my wrists weren't bound behind my back, I couldn't reach the receiver to turn it off.

A couple of minutes later, I heard Selene telling Peter about locking me in the basement, and the monitor. At that point, I was pretty sure I was going to hear everything they did.

Peter and Selene had dinner. I guess the monitor was on the dining room table, as I heard everything they talked about. Afterwards, they went into the living room, and had some wine. After that, they went upstairs and had sex. It sounded like the monitor was on the bed with them. 

The sounds of Peter and Selene fucking were somewhat exciting, although with my wrists bound behind my back, there wasn't much I could do about it. I thought about Selene thinking about me lying on the basement floor, unable to touch my cock, while Peter fucked her senseless.

Later, their bedroom talk held my interest. It was a lot like the talk Selene and I used to have after sex. Hearing them talk caused me to realize that Selene and I hadn't spoken like that since the last time we fucked. It saddened me to realize that we weren't going to have bedroom talk ever again. Finally, sometime after they had stopped talking, I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sounds of Peter and Selene having sex. Afterwards, I heard the shower running, and later, the sounds of them having breakfast together. I could move my legs some, but my arms were stiff and sore from being locked in one position for so long.

Finally, I heard Peter leaving. After that, I heard static. Selene must have turned the monitor off. After a while, she came down to the basement. She was naked. She looked at me lying on the floor for a moment. She turned off the monitor, took the keys from a hook on the wall, and unlocked my ankle. She led me upstairs to the bedroom, unlocked my wrists, and locked me to the bed. The same bed that Selene had been fucking in just a few hours ago.

I could still smell her scent from the sheets, and the smell of her scent aroused me. She teasingly masturbated me for a couple of hours. She had a couple of cigarettes, but she didn't have to say or do anything else other than lightly stroke my cock. The thought of her and Peter fucking kept me hard until she allowed me to cum.

After Selene cleaned me up, and wiped her hands, she cooed, "So, I see you enjoyed being locked up while Peter and I fucked."

I smiled and said, "Yes I did. The baby monitor was a nasty surprise, though."

Selene looked surprised. "What do you mean? I told you to get a baby monitor."

I explained what I thought Selene wanted the baby monitor for.

Selene laughed for a couple of minutes. After she calmed down, she apologized. "I'm sorry. I understand why you thought I'd be monitoring you. Yes, I was concerned about locking you in the basement all night, but I felt that since I was in the house the whole time, I could unlock you if there was an emergency."

Selene massaged my arms. "However, pain and suffering are not emergencies. I really enjoy acting like your bitch. You have no idea how much it turned me on while Peter was here, thinking of you locked in the basement, listening to us." 

Actually I had some idea. It'd been a long time since I'd seen Selene so serene. I'm sure that Peter took very good care of Selene and her need for cock.

Slipping on the bottom step brought me out of my thoughts. Selene caught me, and kept me from falling. She led me over to the corner of the basement, and locked my ankle to the chain bolted to the basement wall.

Selene walked away, and I thought she was leaving. She stopped, took something from the laundry cabinet, and came back to me. When she opened up her hand I saw a Kali's teeth cock cage.

A Kali's teeth cock cage is a metal cylinder with spikes on the inside. Once locked on a cock, it's painful for the man if he gets an erection. I knew that the spikes would be digging into my cock many times during the night while Selene was enjoying herself. I knew that her thinking about my pain and suffering while fucking Peter would arouse her even more.




Transformation



Selene locked the Kali's teeth cock cage on my cock. She got a cigarette and stood in front of me, smoking. I winced a couple of times from the pressure of the spikes while I watched her enjoy her cigarette in her negligee.

Selene put the cigarette out. She looked at me, and said, "I see the spiky cock cage works as advertised. I hope listening to us fuck won't be too painful for you." She kissed me, looked into my face, and said, "I really enjoy being your bitch."

As I watched Selene turn on the baby monitor and walk upstairs, I wondered what future torments she had in mind for me. I was glad to make her happy the only way I could anymore.



Transformation



The blow to Sam's temple knocked him to the floor. Tameka kicked him hard in the stomach. 

"I hate you!" she screamed.

"Why?" Sam muttered as he writhed in pain on the floor.

"I want a real man!"

"What?" Sam breathed as he gasped for air. 

"Everything I say, you do! You never argue with me! You're such a wimp!" Tameka spat on Sam and finally stomped out of the apartment.

He was tired of this. So damn tired. He couldn't take this anymore. She beat him and there was nothing he could do. What man was going to go to the police as the victim of domestic violence from his girlfriend?

Sam constantly battled himself. He had overcome many obstacles to become a member of the faculty at the community college. At times, Sam felt like two people were living inside him. One was the brilliant professor; the other was the scared, helpless man who was too insecure and ashamed to defend himself in relationships.

Sam crawled to his feet and sat on the black leather sofa. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He was confused. Wasn't a good man supposed to give his partner everything she wanted? Women always complained about wanting a good man. But when they had one, they cheated on him, abused him and called him a wimp. 

Sam wanted to leave, but he honestly feared what Tameka would do. This was not the first time she had put her hands on him. He had already been to the emergency room twice in the last six months. To add insult to injury, it was no secret that she regularly had one-night stands during the course of their relationship.

Exercise was Sam's tool for channeling his energy and anxiety. It was his time for himself. On his run, he usually saw the same people because of his routine of running after class and office hours. But the incident with Tameka sparked Sam to run earlier than usual. Around the second mile, a beautiful woman snatched his attention. She was much shorter than Sam, had curly black hair, mahogany skin and emerald green eyes. Her slim, muscular figure drew Sam to her. He knew she was out of his league, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Hello!"

"Well hello yourself." Her full lips parted to show two rows of perfect teeth. Her smile encouraged him to continue talking.

"I'm Sam."

"Sam I am," she replied.

"Dr. Seuss would be proud." They both laughed. Her name was Janet. She taught at the local elementary school. The pair talked and ran three miles together. They returned to the spot where they had met. 

"Thank you for running with me, Sam."

"When can I see you again?"

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Sam remembered Tameka and the euphoria he felt with Janet suddenly evaporated. 

"Yes. But that doesn't mean I can't have female friends."

"Sam, if it's meant to be, it will happen." 

Janet jogged away. Sam ran back in the direction of his apartment. He decided to run an extra mile and headed toward the new housing development. Suddenly he froze. He saw Tameka passionately kissing a man who looked like an offensive lineman for the New York Giants. The lineman's hands tightly gripped her behind.

Oh, you are kidding me. I can't believe this! God forgive me because I'm going to jail!

"What's up, Tameka?" 

Tameka turned around to see Sam, whose brown eyes blazed with anger.

"Sam, go home before I have to hurt you again," Tameka said nonchalantly.

"I don't think so. Who is this?" Sam said as he glared openly at Tameka's "friend.".

"I told you I wanted a real man. Now you can see what I'm talking about. This is Lester." Lester stood head and shoulders over Sam and was almost as wide as the front end of the black SUV they were leaning against. 

"Your stuff will be in front of the apartment tomorrow. Come get it before someone else does."

"You're breaking up with me? I don't think so!" 

"Tell caveman over there to take care of you."

"Who are you calling caveman?," Lester shouted.

"Lester, don't get mad. He's just mad because I whooped his tail before I came to see you," Tameka interjected.

"That won't happen again. I promise you that," Sam stated.

Lester and Sam were now face to face like two boxers at a weigh-in. Sam thought:I am faster, but he's stronger. I can take out his knees and hit him with a couple of shots to the temple. Then, I will knock Tameka out. 

Janet jogged around the corner. Within seconds, she assessed the situation and ran over to Sam. 

"Sam! You OK? " 

Without looking in Janet's direction, Sam said through clenched teeth, "Everything's fine." 

"Is this your replacement for me?" asked Tameka. 

"None of your damn business!" Sam snapped back.

"Sam, I think you should walk away."

"NO! I am tired of letting things slide and taking abuse. I think it's time for a change." Sam's fists were balled so tight his knuckles appeared white. 

Janet firmly gripped Sam's shoulder and he finally looked into her eyes. The concern he saw moved him. He walked away. 

Can you believe this? The nerve of that woman! I don't deserve this. Or maybe I do because I allowed it to happen. No more. No more. 

Sam reflected on the events of the day after he came home. Tameka had fueled his insecurities and stomped, literally and metaphorically, all over him. Janet was beautiful and he felt a connection to her that he had never felt with anyone.

The next morning, he neatly packed all of Tameka's belongings in cardboard boxes and placed them outside the door. He had the locks changed so she could no longer get in. Sam filed a restraining order against Tameka and Lester. His heart was filled with pride. For the first time in his life, he had stood up for himself and, terminated toxic relationship. He believed he deserved better. He then left for another early run, hoping he might see Janet again.

That night, Sam decided to go to dinner and a movie by himself. The lasagna, garlic bread and cheesecake were delicious. He went to the theater in search of a comedy to lighten his mood. As he studied the posters, a gentle voice addressed him.

"How are you, Sam?"

When Sam turned around, the green eyes and perfect smile mesmerized him. 

"Janet! How have you been?"

"I should be asking you that. Are you related to Mike Tyson?"

They both laughed. Sam apologized for the previous day. He noticed that Janet was by herself. He was scared, but he invited her to watch a movie with him anyway. 

"What about Tameka?"

"What about her?"

"I know she has moved on, but have you?"

"Janet, it's been hard. But I'm going to be fine. The last two days, really two years, have forced me to deal with my issues. I'm already feeling stronger. I want you to be part of my life and I want to love you. But unlike in the past, I want to love you without destroying myself." Sam was shocked that he had revealed all this to a woman he barely knew.

Janet smiled seductively.

"Well, as friends, we can watch a movie together." After a short discussion, they settled on a Tyler Perry Movie. Sam loved how Mr. Perry developed characters and found humor in serious situations. The friends enjoyed themselves thoroughly. 

"That was great. Thanks for joining me," Sam gushed. 

"The pleasure was all mine."

"We should do this again."

"Randomly meet at the movie theater?" Again, they shared a genuine laugh. They talked a little while longer and exchanged contact information. As Janet passed Sam her business card, she stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed him on his cheek. While Sam stood speechless, she smiled, walked to her Red Toyota Corolla and left the parking lot. 

The following day, Sam walked taller and smiled more than he had in years. When he got to his office, he checked his e-mail. It was an invitation to go running and then watch a movie.



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My name is Sara Riley or at least it is nowadays. I am 5' 7" and 132 lbs with long black hair and bright blue eyes. I would love to give you some motivational b.s. about how I worked my ass off for this killer body but I'm not going to lie about it. I don't have to do anything and I seem to keep in exceptional shape. I'm a 36DD and yes they are natural with both nipples and my belly button pierced. The only hair anywhere on my body is what's on my head and my eyebrows. I also don't look to be a day over 23 and I can assure you I am older than that and how often do you hear a woman say that. This is not the body I grew up in and I am certainly not the person I expected to be. I suppose you would like some back story to know what the hell is going on.

I was born in January of 1972 in Canoga Park, California. Yes it's a real place look on Google maps. I only lived there a few years before moving to Arizona where I graduated Mesa High school in 1990. Nothing too exciting as of yet I know but this story is just getting rolling. I did all the normal high school things had friends, gaming, dated, fucking girls, and the like. Fucking girls? No I wasn't a lesbian then and I'm still not. Oh yeah I suppose I should have mentioned it before but in high school I was a scrawny 5' 10" gamer geek by the name of Rick. 

Rick? Guy? Yes I know your asking yourself WTF. I've been asking the same thing for years. Ok back to the tale. Following my graduation from high school I shipped out for sunny MCRD San Diego and Marine Corps boot camp. Yep I was a jarhead and here is where the story starts to get interesting. Following boot camp and the school of infantry I was assigned to Marine Barracks Guam. 

The first year on Guam went fairly normal, lots of running through the jungle and going out and getting hammered on the weekends. December of 1991 I went home on leave and by the time I came back in January I was engaged to a former girlfriend. Ok probably not my best decision but in my defense it had been a while and the pussy was decent. 

Something you should know about Guam, the area I worked in we guarded weapons the military like to refer to as "special." I'm sure you can work out in your own mind what exactly that means. I had been back on island about two weeks when things went strange for me. 

It was during a normal late night reaction drill that the bite occurred. Do I know for a fact it was the bite? Nope, not a clue but it's the only thing I can think of. It wasn't even a real bite honestly but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was the lead of a two man patrol that we called "Sweat" and if you ever have the chance to walk around a tropical island in 30 lbs of combat gear you will have an idea where the name came from. Knowing the Corps it might have been an acronym for something but I have never taken the time to find out, really wasn't that important to me. 

Once the drill began my partner and I started running towards the reported location and set up on top of one of the grass covered storage areas in an overwatch position. Reporting in we settled in knowing this was going to take a while to resolve. Laying on our bellies we started looking around and it wasn't long before I noticed one of the local geckos just a few feet away from us. Now some people say that the glow in the dark appearance of the geckos is just the way the moonlight reflects off their skin and then there are those who say those creepy little bastards actually glow in the dark. I am solidly in the latter category. I noticed that this particular gecko seemed to have a bluish tinge to it instead of the usual green and nudged my partner to show him. "Hey Smitty, check that shit out. Ever seen one of those little fuckers that color" I asked?

"No Corporal, seen all shades of green but blue is new to me," he replied.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," I said. Slowly reaching out I put my hand down in front of the gecko in the hopes it would crawl up to it. I had done this dozens of times so really didn't think much of it. Sure enough the little bugger crawled right into the palm of my hand. What I wasn't expecting was for it to crawl over to my thumb and try and wrap it's mouth it. I was more surprised than anything thing else as it didn't really hurt but I still shook my hand sending the gecko flying. "What the fuck," I said. Looking at my thumb I didn't see any blood but as it was dark I missed the small nick to the side. Looking over at Smitty I saw him trying to contain his laughter after my gecko assault. The drill eventually ended and before long we finished our midnight to four a.m. shift and crawled into our racks hoping for a few hours rest before coming off duty at 10 a.m.

Waking up later that morning really sucked. I had been able to get about four and a half hours of sleep but it sure didn't feel like it. My muscles were sore and I counted myself lucky to not have an accompanying headache. In truth it felt like I was coming down with the flu and I was pissed. After three days being locked down I was looking forward to cutting loose and relaxing. Our relief and debriefing went surprisingly smooth and after grabbing some lunch I decided a nap was in order. I suppose if I had known how long I was going to be out for I might not have been in such a hurry. 

My dreams were full of strange and bizarre images that seemed to last for seconds and hours at the same time. I remember brief flashes of seeming lucidity where I felt like I was awake and screaming only to drift back into blissful oblivion once again. The first truly coherent and clear sensation started with my ears. First it was the steady and double beep that only comes from a heart monitor. Later I began to hear the occasional voice, sometimes distant and sometimes so close I could reach out and touch them. Before long I began to recognize the varying degrees of light and dark as the days passed. I felt as if I was trying to surface as I swam through warm thick molasses. I didn't feel as if anything was in my mouth or throat but from time to time I felt as if I was being fed and my body was eating as if on autopilot.

The day I finally became fully aware and functional actually started out far more informative than I would have suspected. I had grown used to hearing people come in and while I couldn't always fully comprehend or react to them this morning it was all coming in clear. 

"So Williams," a voice I would quickly learn belongs to Dr. Jameson said, "without looking at the chart please give me your initial impression of this patient."

"Yes Sir," Williams replied, "female, early twenties late teens, no apparent sign of trauma, breathing seems steady and relaxed however the pulse seems to have picked up slightly. Without looking at the chart it is hard to say what else may be wrong with her." My mind was racing at this point, what did he mean female. I was most decidedly a male. I wanted to call out bullshit but I decided to listen and see if I couldn't figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Would everyone here agree with that summary," Dr. Jameson asked. Based on the murmurs I gathered everyone agreed. "Allow me to introduce you to Marine Sergeant Rick Riley, male, age 30," he said, "I'm sure you all recognize the name now from your case studies. While assigned to the island of Guam Sgt Riley contracted a retro virus that over the period of three years completely rewrote his DNA. By the time the virus was finished his body had been completely transformed into what you see before you today. In fact she looks exactly the same as she did seven years ago, she does not seem to have aged in the slightest. If you happen to see her move don't worry about it. Several times she has seemingly woken up and started screaming incoherently. It has been several years since the last occurrence but just be aware." 

Well now this was getting interesting. Transformed by some retro virus? Waking up screaming? That certainly explains some of my dreams. My mind was racing so fast I nearly missed the next part. "If any of you are interested there is a pool," he continued, "as to what name she is going to pick when she wakes up. It's only $10 to enter."

I don't know why but before I could even think I heard myself say, "Sara." The voice was definitely female and rather rough but I attribute that to the lack of use. I felt my eyes slowly open as my body apparently decided it was finally time to rejoin the world. I couldn't help but laugh at the stunned expressions they were looking at me with. I guess they didn't actually expect me to wake up. Looking at the older gentleman who I assumed was Dr. Jameson I couldn't help but ask, "So doctor tell me. Did you win the pool?"

He seemed a bit shocked but quickly regained his composure. "No," he said, "I didn't. I picked Samantha. Well since you are awake might as well get started. Jones go inform nurse Harris that Sgt Riley is fully awake, she didn't win the pool, and to start making the appropriate phone calls." I watched as a cute well built redhead made her way out of the room. As the doctor began his exam I found myself starting to take a better look at the people in the room. He had about a dozen medical students with him and I found myself not only appraising the women but the men as well.

I suddenly realized he was talking to me and I had completely missed it. "Sorry about that," I said, "I guess I am not as awake as I thought. What were you asking?"

"I asked how much of my briefing about you did you hear," he replied. 

"I think pretty much all of it," I told him and proceeded to give him the run down that I had heard. 

"That about sums it up," he said, "There are a few other items you need to know about but nothing life threatening we can't go over later." Nurses and other doctors began to stream into the room and before long I was being poked and prodded in all kinds of ways. The remainder of the day was a bit of a blur before the nurses finally kicked everyone out giving me a chance to get some rest. I passed out almost immediately. 

The following morning turned into a continuation of yesterday. Tests of every shape and kind from blood work to cat scans. The most surprising test for me was the exercise stress test. For having done exactly zero exercise in the last ten years I was in vastly better shape than I had any right to be. I didn't have six pack abs before all of this but it was still surprising for my stomach to be as smooth and flat as it is. I have muscle tone where there should be none and am far more flexible than I should be. The physical therapist said if she didn't know any better she would have thought I was a professional athlete. I am actually looking forward to seeing just what this new body can do.

My parents came by and I was able to get some questions that had occurred to me answered. The military had done an outstanding job covering up my situation which is why I was in a civilian hospital back in Phoenix not a military one. As soon as they could the Corps had promoted me and medically retired me. As long as I didn't raise a fuss they would pay me and I would have medical care for the rest of my life. I had contact information for the military attorney that would help me with all the paperwork to get my life rolling again. The only thing really causing me any issues was the loss of ten years. Would my friends still be my friends or was I looking at having to start completely over? I asked my parents to not say anything until I was released from the hospital and was able to decide just where I wanted to go with my life. For some reason the whole being transformed into a female wasn't really an issue. No idea why but honestly I had too many other things to worry about.

Later that night I was talking with Tiffany a cute blonde nurse who works the later shift. "You know your name wasn't the only pool we had going," she said taking my startled expression as permission to continue, "We also had a pool on your chest size."

I couldn't help but laugh at hearing this. "Really," I said. I realized my hands were holding my breasts, really feeling how heavy and firm they were for the first time. "Who won the pool since I actually have no idea how big they are. I'm not used to judging the size from this angle," I asked. It suddenly dawned on me that I had no clue what clothing I was going to wear as obviously none of my old stuff would fit. Hell I could only hope my stuff was at my parents house. "Well fuck," I said, "what in the hell am I going to wear."

"Relax," Tiffany said, "we took your measurements as you changed and they have not altered in seven years. You are a 36DD-26-34, trust me many of the women on this floor are very jealous of your body, me included. As to what you are going to wear don't worry about it, starting about a year ago people began been dropping off new clothes for you to wear. We have quite the collection."

Leaning forward I wrapped my arms around Tiffany in a tight hug. "Thank you so very much," I whispered into her ear. I felt her arms wrap around me and I slowly ran my hands up and down her back. My nose was buried right into her neck and I couldn't help breathing in her wonderful scent. I could tell I was getting turned on by this woman in my arms and it was certainly a different sensation from a guy. I was disappointed when she pulled away from me but was happy to see she was a little flushed as well. 

"I actually came in here to warn you about something," she said, her tone low and delicious. "The hospital administrator's nephew Ray works the overnight shift on the cleaning crew," she said, "He's been caught sneaking into female patients rooms and jerking off. Sometimes he's been caught using their hand to stroke himself. He's never been caught in here but his crew has this section tonight."

"Thanks for the warning," I said, "Maybe if you have time you could show me those clothes tomorrow so I can see what I'm getting myself into. The lawyer is coming by tomorrow as well so I suspect I will be out of here fairly soon."

"Tomorrow is my day off but I'll come by," she said, "I bet you're more familiar with removing women's clothing than putting them on. You were probably one of those guys who tried to do the bra one handed."

"Actually I was," I told her, "but I didn't try, I was typically very successful with both front and back clasps. Yours for instance is a front closure. Increased degree of difficulty but more rapid pay off as well." I had figured this out during the hug and was curious where she was going with this.

"Prove it," she whispered dropping the side of the hospital bed and leaning over me. Smiling I reached up and pulled her lips to mine, our mouths opening, and our tongues exploring. She had the sweetest taste and I was looking forward to enjoying it greatly. Slipping my hand under her scrubs I was impressed with the tight body they were concealing. I held her breast in my palm caressing the soft fabric for a minute before deftly undoing the clasp. As soon as the clasp released my hand slid over her breast rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb. The moan that came through our kiss sent my juices flowing through my pussy, a sensation I was definitely wanting to experience again. I felt her hand working up my leg when a sudden knocking on the door sent her flying across the room. We both quickly fixed ourselves before she opened the door letting the dinner cart in. "Sara," she said departing the room, "I'll get those clothes together and bring them by tomorrow. I was planning on hitting Victoria's Secret this weekend but I believe I will be picking up some things before I come by." With that she swept out of the room leaving me to my lovely meal of pot roast and cold mashed potatoes. I was so fucking horny it was ridiculous. 

After my yummy dinner I watched the news trying to get caught up with everything I had missed. Other than 9/11 the broadcasts didn't seem all that different from ten years ago. Finally growing bored I killed the television and decided to get some sleep. 

I'm not sure how long I slept but it was the creaking of my door that woke me up. I knew someone else was in the room and had a good idea of who it was, Ray the administrator's nephew. I should have said something but instead I laid there on my back my left arm over my stomach and my right down by my side. I could hear him muttering to himself and it wasn't long before I heard the unmistakable sound of him jerking off. I cracked one eye open for a moment and was quite surprised. He seemed to be a fairly good looking guy and the cock he was stroking seemed to be a decent size. All the juice from my pussy suddenly started flowing again and I shifted so my left hand was dangling off the side of the bed. I know I was being an evil tease but I wanted to see what he would do. As I expected I heard him move closer to the bed and soon felt something slip between my fingers. I knew what a cock felt like but I was surprised at how warm his felt. When I had shifted I slid my other hand under the covers and was slowly pulling up my hospital gown.

I felt him close his hand around mine at the same time my fingers slid across the wet folds of my pussy. He was slowly stroking his cock with my hand and I soon matched his pace with my fingers. It was difficult for me to maintain the pace as he was going agonizingly slow but the sounds of his moans helped keep me on track. Part of me knew I should be totally freaked out by this. It was just a couple of days ago that I was a pussy chasing jarhead and yet here I was stroking some guys cock while I fingered myself. It wasn't intentional but on one of his strokes I ran my thumb over the head of his cock and the accompanying moan filled the room. This was obviously something he liked and I found myself doing it more and more. I decided to crack open my eyes again and realized I really should pay more attention. The first thing I saw was both of his hands gripping the side of the bed meaning I was stroking him all on my own. Secondly the covers had worked their way down and I was actively masturbating in front of him. The image of this was enough to push me right over the edge and I felt my orgasm crash over me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, the waves of pleasure over and over forcing me to bite my pillow to keep from screaming.

"Oh, fuck," was all I heard before I felt his cock begin to pulse in my hand and his cum splash across my stomach coating my arm as my fingers were still buried in my pussy. I continued to stroke him as three or four more big spurts continued to cover my stomach. My stroking slowed as I worked to squeeze every last drop from his cock. Pulling my hand away I noticed his cum covering my fingers and quickly sucked them into my mouth enjoying the sweet salty taste.

"Get a hot wash cloth, clean me off, and get the fuck out Ray," I told him. His eyes opened wide as he realized I knew who he was and he quickly cleaned me up. The warm water felt good so I let him take his time before finally telling him to fuck off. After watching him scamper out of the room I fixed the gown before rolling over and drifting off to sleep. 



Transformation



Chris reached down with his hands to stroke Tim's hair, then seized the sides of his head and thrust brutally into his mouth. Tim felt the entire length of Chris's prick battering its way down his tongue, brushing aside the soft hanging uvula at the back of his mouth and penetrating into Tim's throat. He began to gag.

Chris thrust again into Tim. And again. Tim swirled his tongue around the man's organ with each thrust, feeling his masculine power.

He felt Wanda applying more jelly to his ass.

Just as he was about to enter the throes of orgasm, Chris abruptly pulled out of Tim's mouth. He slid down Tim's back once again.

"What about condoms?" Tim asked. "He might have AIDS or something."

Danielle kissed him once more. "Death is always present when a woman is raped, Tim. Give yourself to it. We all have." she whispered. She kissed him again on the neck, then stood to watch the proceedings.

The first thrust was brutal. Tim felt his entire body being pushed into the sheets as Chris rammed his way inside him. He remembered to relax his sphincter muscle before the next thrust. A tear formed in his eye.

Then Moira was there, holding his hand and kissing him on the forehead as Chris heaved once again into his anus, his balls crashing against Tim's. Moira stroked his hair and whispered to him as Chris grabbed him by the waist and pumped him furiously. Chris arched his back and pushed Tim harder against the sheets. He interlocked his hands with Tim's and ran his tongue over the nape of Tim's neck and his earlobes as he thrust ever more brutally inside him. Finally, he turned Tim's head and found his mouth. He drew Tim's tongue into him as pumped faster and faster. His mustache burned Tim's upper lip. Finally, Chris's whole body shuddered and Tim felt the heat of the man's seed as it spilled deep inside his colon. Chris collapsed on top of him, his tongue against Tim's ear. The sound of his slowly panting breath was like the ocean.

Moira stroked Tim's hair and kissed his forehead as Chris slowly climbed off of him. Someone was untying his feet and turning him over once again. He did not see who it was, as his eyes were lost in Moira's, which were brimming with tears. He craned his neck to reach her, and she bent down to kiss him sweetly on the lips. She stripped off her dress and underclothes and climbed on the bed to straddle Tim, presenting one of her breasts to his mouth. He took it eagerly. He could feel the dampness of Moira's cunt on his stomach.

Someone took his balls into her mouth. He felt the steel stud as the woman's tongue played wildly over his scrotum. Danielle. He found himself growing hard again despite the excruciating pain from his violated rectum.

There was the sound of muffled voices and a door closing. Chris had left.

"You're one of us now." It was a voice to his right. He turned his head to see who it was. Sheila.

Moira kissed him on the forehead, then shifted her crotch onto his waiting mouth. She tasted sweet and fresh as she rocked on him. Her movements became more and more violent, and she grabbed his hair, pulling it hard when she came for the first time.

Danielle had taken his prick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, making Tim want to explode down her throat. Wanda lay underneath Danielle, eating her while massaging her anus with the tip of the dildo. Moira began to kiss Sheila's breast and mouth as she began to rock on Tim's face once again.

Suddenly, Moira slid down Tim's torso, her firm breasts soft against his skin. Danielle released Tim's prick and began to lick up and down the crack of Moira's ass as it arrived at her location. Tim took Sheila's huge breast in his mouth as she reached across him to unlock the handcuffs. She straddled his face and he began to eat her, the smell of a new cunt driving him to excitement.

He felt someone take his prick and guide it into heaven. The sweetest, tightest cunt he had ever known. Wanda began to lick his balls as he arched his body to plunge the entire length of his cock into Moira's willing cunt.

"What about protection?" he whispered hoarsely.

"You must plant your seed in us if we're going to be a family," Sheila whispered, stroking his hair. We are daughters of the goddess. We must bring new life into this godforsaken world." She climbed off his face and he could at last see Moira, impaled on his prick, rocking up and down, her eyes closed, her face lost in ecstasy.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Tim reached up with his freed hands to stroke her firm young breasts. She bent to kiss him, her erect nipples brushing his chest as she continued to bounce up and down on his prick.

Sheila was licking his earlobe, her breasts pressed against the side of his torso, as Moira's cunt began to contract around his penis, milking it harder and faster.

He felt his balls beginning to contract in Wanda's mouth, moving away from her tongue, toward the root of his prick, ready to explode.

Moira's entire body shuddered and she cried out when he spurted his juices inside her.

She collapsed on top of him, her slender body blanketing him. She clutched her abdomen as if trying to feel the new life growing within her.

A new life for all of them.

She smiled and rested her lips against Tim's neck. He drifted into sleep, ignoring the sounds of ecstasy around him, comfortable in his new home.



Transformation



Richard Secourt watched his television screen raptly, half in awe and half in amusement. Bouncing across the screen was an amazingly awesome blonde beauty with the biggest set of tits he had ever seen. She was wearing a one piece red swimsuit and running down the beach, and those immense jugs bounced up, down, and sideways. How she avoided putting an eye out was beyond him.

It was then that the back door slammed and a feminine roar bellowed out, "You bastard! Where were you?!"

Richard came out of his trance and looked up from the television wildly. "Oh, shit!" he muttered to himself. He had completely forgotten that he had to pick up his wife, Wendy, from the tennis club she had been at. Her car had broken down and a friend had given her a lift, but he had promised to meet her and bring her home. Glancing at the clock on the wall above the TV, he saw that it was almost two hours late! He had, in fact, been on the way out when the HBO channel that he had been watching announced the afternoon feature, which seemed to be along the lines of 'Beach Bimbos In Lust." He had watched for a second, then the second dragged into minutes, and he completely forgot Wendy. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he settled back to watch the Saturday afternoon soft porn.

He barely had time to stand up when Wendy burst into the living room. She had a full head of steam and was roaring down the track. "You BASTARD! You were supposed to pick me up two hours ago! Where the hell have you been?!" As Richard began gurgling out an apoplectic response, Wendy turned slightly and noticed the television set. The set now showed a pair of bimbos walking across the beach in minuscule bikinis. Whirling to face her husband, her face red and enraged, she screamed, "You goddamned son of a bitch!" and swung a fist at him.

Sputtering an apology, Richard blocked Wendy's first arm, but was caught off guard when she threw a second punch. Thrown off balance, he felt himself falling against the couch. He reached out and grabbed Wendy's arm, pulling her with him, and the pair twisted and fell onto the sofa heavily. Richard found himself laying atop his wife, who was face down on the cushions and screaming at him incoherently. 

He liked the view. Wendy was still in her tennis outfit, a white cotton top and a sports bra, and loose white shorts that he could see her thin bikini panties through. He smiled at the sight of the shorts pulled taut against her ass, and idly reached out a hand to caress it. Wendy Secourt was a fine looking woman, slim with a trim build and perky tits, a deliciously shaped ass, and the most perfect legs her husband had ever seen. Now, as he glanced down at his wife's posterior, he wondered to himself why he would think they were having a problem, and why he was starting to sniff around that little secretary at work. This was just fine...

"You bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing now!? Take your hands off me you son of a bitch! Get off me and let me up!" Wendy yelled at him, breaking his concentration on her butt, struggling beneath him. "Get up!"

Something inside Richard snapped. He could feel it breaking, along with his patience and forbearance. He had never hit a woman in his life, had never been tempted to, and had been disgusted by men who proved their masculinity by beating their wives and girlfriends. Now, a hint of their rage came to him, and he enjoyed it. Bringing his hand down hard on the taut cloth, he gave his wife a resounding SMACK, and said, "Bitch! I'll damn well get up when I feel like it!" Spanking her a second time, he delighted in the way her asscheeks shook and yelled back at her, "You're my wife, and if I want to touch your ass, I damned well will!"

Wendy could not believe the change which had come over her husband. Richard was the most gentle man in the world. Too gentle, in truth, since she had recently begun an affair with a man from her office who was more...forceful. He made her do things that Richard never asked for, and she craved the attention. Pushing up against the cushions, she fought back against Richard, and was astonished when a third SMACK rang out, a hard slap on her ass that pushed her back down.

"I SAID TO KNOCK IT OFF!" he roared. Wendy sank down into the cushions, half in fear, and Richard looked down upon her pleasantly. This was much better, he thought to himself, watching her move as she breathed hard, her buttocks glowing pinkly through the thin white cotton shorts. Realizing that he had a raging hardon, he knew the best way to take care of it. Grasping the waistband of Wendy's shorts, he pulled them down, then repeated the process with her panties.

"You bastard! Take your hands off me! If you think that I would let you..."

"SHUT UP!" he roared. He fumbled his own pants open and pushed them down far enough so that his cock sprang into the open. Wendy continued to struggle beneath him, trying to push him away, but Richard wanted it all. Moving over her completely, he pushed her legs apart and then shoved his cock inside her from behind. Bucking against his wife, he pushed inside her until he was completely in, then surveyed his situation with a massive smile.

Wendy gasped at the unwanted and forceful intrusion. Her pussy devoured the cock eagerly, throbbing and spasming around it, as her breath became ragged. She sighed as Richard began fucking her fiercely. This was undoubtedly her favorite way to screw, and the cock rampaging through her cunt was driving her nuts! Even as she rebelled at her rape, she bucked back against her husband, urging him on.

Richard Secourt began moaning and groaning as he fucked his wife's cunt. 'She must really have wanted it!', he thought to himself, noting that her pussy had been soaking wet when he entered it. She must have creamed her pants right there on the couch! He slammed into his wife, fucking her madly, while she moaned quietly. Finally it was too much. Arching his back he thrust his cock into her as deep as he could; grunting loudly, his cock sprayed her pussy with his hot come.

Richard collapsed on his wife's back, breathing heavily, and moved slightly to one side, pulling his cock from her pussy. It slid out with an audible PLOP, and their come began seeping out of her gaping cunt. "That was pretty good, hun.," he commented. He looked down at his wife's ass, noticing pleasurably that his cock was still half stiff. Maybe a second bout would develop.

"You bastard!" she shrieked. "You raped me!" She began struggling out from under him.

"Rape! That was the most cooperative rape I've ever heard of!" he said in disbelief. "Are you telling me that you didn't enjoy that?"

Wendy continued struggling in her husband's grasp. How dare he? "You son of a bitch! No, of course not. A real man doesn't have to rape a woman. Now get up and leave me alone!"

Richard stared down at the woman he had just screwed and his anger reached the boiling point. Trapping her underneath him, he brought down his free hand, hard! SMACK! SMACK! "You bitch!" he roared. SMACK! "How dare you?!" SMACK! "You liked it just fine and you know it." SMACK! "You came, I felt it!" SMACK! SMACK! "You horny bitch, you wanted it!" SMACK!

Wendy cried in agony as Richard beat her bottom until it glowed hot and red. She was crying, sobbing from the pain even as her pussy went on overload, flooding her thighs and the cushions of the couch with her come. Even as she complained, she knew, deep inside, that she was coming like she had never come before! When Richard positioned himself behind her for a second fuck, her body betrayed her, spreading her legs as wide as possible and thrusting back as he thrust inside her.

"Hump it, you bitch!" Richard cried, settling in for one of the best fucks he had ever had. 

Wendy humped back at him greedily, moaning and crying out as she came wildly. Her bottom tingled as her husband bucked against it, the pain subsumed by the incredible desire she had to fuck. She was in the midst of her second Big O when she felt Richard collapse, his hips twitching as he shot off inside her a second time. Amazingly, his cock stayed stiff, and her grasping pussy began working at it.

"You liked that, huh, bitch?," taunted Richard cruelly. "You want me to fuck you like that, don't you!" His hands slid up under her, pushing her tennis outfit and sports bra up above her aching tits. He reached up and grabbed her wrists, pushing them effortlessly under her and down to her sodden cunt. As soon as they were they, her fingers began working her frenzied clit. Richard reached around her to cup her tits, pinching her little nipples cruelly. Leaning down so that his lips were at her ear, he whispered, "Now, bitch, make me come, now!"

Wendy began fucking a third time, lost in a haze of lust. Richard hammered her from the rear, grunting and groaning with the effort. Wendy lost track of the number of times she came. By the time Richard shot his third load into her overflowing pussy, they were both sweaty and bedraggled. Richard collapsed and slipped down beside her on the couch, to look at his wife and smile.

Wendy smiled as well. "You're forgiven.," she announced.

Richard was too tired to spank her for that.

***

Richard smiled as he looked at the other end of the couch. It was massively stained with his and his wife's mixed juices from the incredible fuck session of the day before. Neither of them had done anything like that before. It was so out of character as to be incomprehensible, but it was also the best sex he had ever had in his life! He and Wendy had never screwed like that before, even on their honeymoon two years ago. Why the hell he had thought she was dead in the sack, and he needed to chase skirts elsewhere, was beyond him.

Even last night had been better than average. While he had napped on the couch half-naked, Wendy had slipped into the bathroom and not simply showered, but taken a bubble bath. She had shaved her legs and trimmed her pussy hair, primped and preened, then had donned a silky little peignoir and heels. She had worn that the rest of the day, even cooking supper dressed in the transparent nightie, a ghostly smile constantly on her face. That night, Richard had eagerly joined his wife in bed, rather than watch a late movie, and the pair of them had made love, Wendy wrapping her arms and legs around her husband, whimpering as he slowly moved against her.

Richard woke the next morning when Wendy left for church. A less than religious man, he only went at Christmas and Easter, but his wife went every week. It boggled his mind that she found nothing incompatible with being a devout Catholic and fucking like a bunny and using the Pill. He had gotten up as she left the house, showered and shaved, and made himself breakfast. He put on a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, then sat down to watch the Sunday morning news shows. His mind was half on the latest crisis-of-the-week, and half on the incredible sex that he and Wendy had gotten into the day before. If they could only keep going like that...

When Wendy came home and her husband saw how she was dressed, something snapped inside him, and he knew what to do. She was dressed in a very nice, very conservative, navy blue suit, with a knee length skirt, long sleeved jacket, a frilly white and completely opaque blouse, and low heeled shoes. Just what a God fearing woman wore to church. He knew she would change, probably into jeans and a sweat shirt.

Wendy approached her husband on the way through the living room to their bedroom, stopping by his side to bend down and kiss him. When she stood up, he put a hand out, to hold her leg and keep her in place. "Go put on a short skirt, and a blouse, and those high heeled sandals I like.," he ordered, then let her escape.

Wendy was stupefied as she moved away from Richard and down the hallway to their bedroom. He had never treated her like this before, like nothing but a sex toy. He was a loving and caring husband, and would probably become a wonderful father. They had talked about having children, and she had wondered if that might help their marriage out. The spark had gone out, or had it? Why, he was treating her just like Bill!

As Wendy stripped her clothing off, she wondered just what it was about Bill Sears that got her pussy so wet. She had known him for almost a year, since he had transferred into the office, but nothing had happened until about a month ago. They had been away, in Chicago, at a conference, when he had invited her to the hotel bar for a few drinks. She had downed more than she should have, and had then agreed to go back to his room for a nightcap. Wendy had known that she was playing a dangerous game, but it seemed so harmless and exciting.

It was the most surprising thing when Bill unlocked the door to his room and ushered her in. He poured her a drink from a bottle on the dresser, then smiled and said, "Get undressed." She had goggled at the crudity, knowing this was adultery, but had undressed anyway. They had fucked nonstop till the next morning.

Now her own husband was treating her this way, and she felt the same heat between her legs that Bill generated. They had gotten together a handful of times since, nooners at lunch or taking a few hours off early, and Bill's orders were the same - get undressed and do what she was told.

Wendy slipped out of the suit, hanging it up, and pulled a shorter skirt off a hanger. She pulled it on, then slipped into a pair of high heeled pumps. They weren't the sandals Richard wanted, but she was sure they would do. She walked back out into the living room. Maybe she was mistaken, and Richard was taking her out to lunch.

Her husband took one look at her, and the look of disgust on her face convinced her she was wrong. "Jesus, can't you get anything right? I said a blouse, short skirt, and sandals. Did I say anything about a bra?" 

Wendy simply shook her head, 'No.'

Richard continued on in the same vein. Pulling her to him, he lifted her skirt awkwardly, to see that she still wore her panties and pantyhose. "Did I say anything about panties and hose? Didn't I say a short skirt? Didn't I say your high heeled sandals?" At each question Wendy answered mutely, afraid to anger her husband even as her pussy started churning juice, soaking her panties.

She stepped back slightly. "How short a skirt did you want me to wear?," she asked. She knew it was an idiot question even as it passed her lips.

"Start pulling it up and I'll say when.," replied Richard. 

Wendy grasped the fabric and began pulling it up her thighs, bunching the fabric in her sweaty hands nervously. 

"Stop!" cried her husband. 

She looked down and saw that the skirt was only inches below the junction of her legs. She didn't have any skirts that short! "But, I don't have any..."

Richard interrupted her. "That's your problem, fix it. Take your time, but do as you are told from now on." He turned his wife around and delivered a healthy spank to her cutely rounded posterior, then pushed her back down the hall. Wendy whirled around in anger, then seeing his face, scooted down the hall to change. Her husband thought things had gone fairly well. 

Wendy's mind whirled as she stripped off the clothes she had so mistakenly worn. Tossing the hose and underwear in the hamper, she vaguely contemplated putting the blouse back on, but something in her husband's eyes had warned her about this. Tossing that in as well, she pulled a much prettier blouse from the closet, one that she normally wore with a camisole or full slip. She put this on, and as she buttoned it, noticed that her breasts and nipples were on total display. A flash of heat went through her pussy.

Next she began pulling skirts out of the closet, and when nothing proved suitable, yanked open all the drawers in her dresser. Nothing! They were all just way too long, even what she considered the short ones, the ones she could never wear anywhere, but that her husband had once bought her. Dejected, she slipped the high heeled sandals on strapped them around her ankles. On the plus side, she didn't mind wearing high heels; she knew she had nice legs and the sandals did look good on her. Then she spotted an old skirt, one from her college days, well worn and undoubtedly due for the rag box. It was a cheap and gaudy cotton skirt that buttoned up the front. Realizing that it could be destroyed without cost, she held it up to her waist and measured it, then grabbed a pair of pinking shears and shortened it drastically. She buttoned it around her waist, then walked back down the hall to her husband.

Richard was delighted at the sight of Wendy sashaying towards him in the scanty outfit. Her tits jiggled wonderfully inside the sheer blouse, her nipples proud and erect, pushing the thin fabric out. Still, it would not be good, to go easy at this point. Putting a stern expression on his face, he ordered her forward. Twirling his fingers, he had her walk back and forth before the couch, turning like a walkway model. God, but she looked good.

Wendy was so turned on that she was sure that her husband could smell her cunt juice. She stood proudly before him, waiting for him to order her around. Still, she was surprised when he asked, "Are you still wearing a bra?" The blouse was sheer; anybody could see her breasts!

"Can't you tell?," she asked, in some confusion.

"You'd better prove it. Unbutton that blouse and show me.," he demanded.

Wendy smiled as she began to understand Richard's words. She seductively and slowly unbuttoned the blouse, then slowly peeled it apart. Reaching inside, she cupped her breasts and displayed them to him. "Okay?," she asked.

"What about the panties? Remember, I said, no panties?"

She continued to smile. The skirt only had three buttons left, the one at her waist and another two lower. She gave a small bump and grind, then undid all but the one at the waist. She spread the skirt wide and ran a finger through her pussy lips, then licked it off. "All right?"

"Yeah, fine, slut. Now, get down on your knees and take care of business.," said Richard, pointing at the obvious boner in his shorts. 

Wendy gasped quietly as her husband called her a slut. That was what Bill called her when he was fucking her! She knelt in front of her husband and crawled forward on her hands and knees. Her hands were trembling as she undid his shorts and tugged them off. She stared at the cock waving in her face, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Richard was in heaven. Wendy rarely sucked him off, and when she did, it was only for foreplay. She always fucked him. Trapping her head in his hands, he forced his cock deeper into her mouth. Surprisingly, his wife did not gag or complain. She kept sucking, and he knew he was going to come soon. He rapped her on the head gently and she looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around his cock. "Starting now, you are going to swallow. Understand, bitch?"

Wendy mumbled her assent around his cock and went back to work. It was so like Bill, it was scary! Could Richard have learned? Bill ALWAYS made her swallow! The first time she had demurred, and he had simply told her that if she didn't swallow his come, to get out! She swallowed.

Richard was in bliss, his wife sucking his cock, dressed like the ultimate slut, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. Groaning, he whimpered, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" and cut loose, his jism spurting into Wendy's mouth. The only other time this had happened, Wendy had pulled away, gagging and bitching. Now she sucked and swallowed, to lick his cock clean, then lick her lips suggestively. She gave his limp dick a final kiss, then sat back on her heels, smiling.

"That wasn't half bad.," commented her husband. "Been practicing?" Wendy's heart almost stopped, but Richard continued, not noticing. "Okay, stand up and finger yourself off."




Transformation



At the new order, Wendy stood up. Setting her feet wide apart, she put her fingers between her legs and began moving them over her clit. Her body was on fire, needing the release, and she began gasping and shuddering moments later. Richard stared at his wife hungrily, willing his cock to rise anew, and by the time she had gotten herself off a second time, it was pointing at the ceiling.

"Okay, bitch, get on top and give me the best fuck you've ever given, or it's your ass!"

Wendy practically bolted into her husband's arms, straddling him on the couch and lowering her sopping wet pussy onto him. She kept her fingers between them, at their crotches, playing with her pussy and toying with his cock as it went in and out, in and out. Richard leaned down and began biting and nibbling her puffy nipples, sending his wife over the edge. Wendy began thrashing on his lap, coming hard, as pussy juice began dribbling from her cunt. The feel of his wife's cunt spasming around him sent Richard over the edge. His balls exploded, pumping a fountain of come up into his wife's cunt.

Both husband and wife were too fucked out to continue. Richard allowed Wendy to climb off his lap, then they both cleaned up. Wendy made lunch and served up sandwiches and beer, still dressed, or undressed really, in the same outfit. It was not until mid-afternoon that Richard started tormenting Wendy again. 

Richard needed to relieve his bladder of the two beers he had consumed at lunch. Coming out of the bathroom, he glanced at his wife's nightstand and a mad thought came to him. He quietly rifled through the drawer and slid what he wanted into his pockets, then went back into the living room. He seated himself back on the couch, then gestured to his wife. She had been sitting in her armchair, her clothing still undone and disheveled, reading a magazine.

"Yes?," she asked.

"Come here, now!" he ordered.

Wendy stood and came across the room with a certain degree of trepidation. 'What could he want now?', was going through her mind.

When his wife was within arm reach, Richard took his wife and pulled her closer. He kept pulling until she was forced onto his lap, and he positioned her so that she was laying face down, across his lap, so that her ass was in his face. He pushed the back of her skirt up and perused the magnificent view. Stroking her asscheeks gently, he spread her thighs slightly so that he had an excellent view. "Very nice.," he commented, "but I think something is missing."

"Richard?!" asked Wendy, confused.

Richard reached into his pocket, unseen by his wife, and removed the larger of the two objects. It was a vibrator, about six inches in length and an inch wide, that he had bought for her as a joke their first Christmas. She had allowed him to use it on her that one time, but had refused to do so again, saying she didn't like such disgusting toys. Now, as he contemplated it, he could sniff her pussy scent on it, and knew she had been lying to him! He smiled. Resting one hand upon her rump to steady her and keep her in place, he slid the vibrator inside her pussy quickly from behind, then flicked it on.

The result was electrifying! Wendy moaned and bucked against him, crying out as her pussy betrayed her. "Unh, unh, unh! Oh God! Oh God! Richard!..." Her husband kept her in place as he shoved the vibrator around inside her sopping wet cunt, forcing it against her clit and her G-spot. Wendy began making inhuman cries as she came wildly, clawing at the sofa cushions, her face twisted with her release. Only after his wife had come twice, loudly screaming as she did so, did he relent, turning the device off and withdrawing it from her. Wendy tried to climb off his lap, but he kept her in place and she acquiesced silently, collapsing onto him.

"Oh, God, Richard! That was...unbelievable!" she gasped out.

"Just the start, my dear, just the start.," was his enigmatic reply. She tried to twist around to question this, but he kept her lying face down. He pulled the second object from his pocket, a tube of petroleum jelly, and twisted the cap off. He gave the vibrator a liberal coating, and smiled as he looked down upon Wendy's delicious ass. He rested his free hand on her gently but firmly, and spread her asscheeks apart. Before his wife could complain, Richard Secourt had slipped the greasy dildo halfway into her rectum and turned it on.

Wendy screamed, more from fear than from pain, as the vibrator began working her asshole over. She cried in panic as Richard pushed it further in place, and she bucked and clawed to get off the couch. Richard had to release the dildo and hold her in place with both hands, ordering her loudly to "Knock the shit off!" Unattended, the vibrator did its work of stimulating her as Wendy succumbed to her husband. Laying there on his lap, she began responding to the vibrator, twitching and humping against Richard's lap. She could feel the immense and powerful erection inside his pants, and knew he was going to fuck her very, very soon.

She was right. "Okay, get up, but don't let that thing fall out. It falls out, I will give you a spanking that will make yesterday look like a love tap. Do you understand me?!" he demanded.

"Yes.," she replied meekly, panting with desire.

"WHAT!?"

"Yes, dear, I won't let it fall out.," she said, slightly louder.

"All right, get up." Richard helped his wife to her feet, one hand helping to keep the humming device buried up her ass. Wendy stood and looked at her husband pitifully. She had never felt so humiliated, or so sexual, in her entire life. Both hands were behind her, holding her ass and the vibrator. The skirt and blouse were barely in place, and her excited and pointy nipples and dripping cunt were on full display. Richard pushed his wife down the hallway. "Jesus, woman, you move like you've got a stick up your ass!" he laughed.

Once in their bedroom, Richard undressed his wife and helped Wendy crawl onto the bed and kneel, face down with her ass pointing at him. She was only wearing the high-heeled sandals now, and one hand was supporting her while the other worked the vibrator in her ass. Richard stepped back and stripped his own clothes off. Wendy was whimpering with the need for a good fucking, and her husband smiled as he squirted petroleum jelly onto his hand and coated his stiff cock. Stepping up behind her, he crawled on to the bed, yanked the vibrator out of his wife's asshole, and stuffed his cock inside.

It took Wendy a second to notice, through her haze of lust and orgasm, that an even bigger object was in her butt. Bill had never done this to her, never even touching her asshole! Fuck him! She didn't need a strange cock when she could get this at home! Coming fiercely, she bucked back at her husband, fucking the cock buried in her ass, clamping down as she moaned and cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" she whimpered, over and over, as Richard rode her to the biggest come either one of them had ever had. He thought he was going to drain out through his cock into her ass, like a deflating balloon. Wendy swore to him later that she could feel every single contraction and pulse as he came.

The pair collapsed onto the bed, Richard on top of his wife, but both were far too gone to care. It was Richard who roused first, and he slipped loose from his wife, and gaped down at her asshole, distended and leaking his come in a stream of brownish-white. He smacked Wendy loudly on the ass, and as she started and looked up at him, he gave her orders for the rest of her life.

"From now on, there are going to be some changes around here. You are my wife, and your entire purpose in life is to satisfy my needs. Do you understand that?," he said slowly.

Wendy goggled at the thought, so foreign to her upbringing, but her pussy twitched at her husband's intentions. "Yes, sir.," she whispered.

"If I say I want sex, you will give me sex. I don't care when, or where, or how. If I want a blow job at the ball park during the seventh inning stretch, you will give me a blow job! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"From now on, you swallow. From now on, if I want to fuck your ass, I will fuck your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir.," she was meek, yet her nipples were hardening at the thought.

Richard smiled inwardly. "I don't care what you wear to work, but at home, you are to dress like a sex toy. No pants, no panties, no bras, no pantyhose. Stockings only. High heels only. Stuff I can fuck you in easily. Same thing when we go out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. If you have to go out and buy some more clothing, fine, but do it before I get home. When I get home, I expect a fuck slave on her knees begging to suck my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Another thing - I really do not give a good God damn if you come when we fuck." Richard smiled to himself as he said this, knowing it was a lie. "Your job is to give me pleasure, not the other way around. If you come, fine, but I always will come. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay. Any questions?" he asked finally.

Wendy looked up at her husband lovingly. "After I take my shower, should I get dressed, or stay in just the sandals, Master?"

Richard smiled down at his wife and patted her rump. "Good, you DO understand!"



Transformation



Special Note: Before you read this story, I must warn you that it is a very slow story. It is written by two people who love to read and who wrote it so that others who love to read can share this experience. It is not erotica even though it is erotic. It is meant to stimulate the biggest sex organ in our bodies --- our brain, and not that other part. It is more for the imagination than for the moving hands, if you know what I mean. Enjoy. 
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She lay there in her bed, no longer asleep, not yet awake. 

Her legs extended slowly towards the bottom of the bed feeling the cool cotton sheets. It was one of her three favourite sensations when her legs caressed the smooth and soft fabric so gently in the mornings. Almost as sensuous as running her hand across her belly and letting the tips of her fingers dance against the nerves in her skin. 

She spread her legs to heighten the sensation by letting the backs of her legs take as much stimulation as possible and then stretched in a languid, sinewy way before returning to the original position where the sheets still held her warmth. 

From cool excitement to comforting warmth, the morning glory was in full bloom. It was no wonder it usually took her a while to get out of bed in the mornings, especially in winter. She just loved the feel of the mornings while listening to the sweet sounds of quietness as the world lay still just before an energetic jump on the day.

If she listened carefully, she could just hear his deep rhythmic breathing. A sound that was music to her soul, as well as a reminder of the potential her body held for sensual gratification. A beginning and an end unto infinity of bliss.

She rolled slowly onto her back as her hands moved gently up across her hips and her stomach, tracing his touches with as much care as she could imitate. It wasn't as overwhelming, but it was arousing nevertheless. She imagined those big hands of his gliding across her skin, barely touching, yet burning through to the middle of her being. When she found herself cupping her own breasts, she tried to imagine what he must have felt when he had played with them in a delicate, almost fragile, manner. Her palms cradled them, as her fingers moved up and touched her nipples. The warmth, the fullness, and the softness of her skin contrasted well with her erect, thin nipples. 

She caressed herself gently to reach the kind of peak she had felt under his hands and then stretched again. She still wasn't fully awake but she wasn't stretching to wring out the last remnants of sleep. Her body was feeling the arousal before her mind sensed the change and she was moving to explore the rising urgency she felt.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and moved her hands away from her breasts. She carefully swung her feet from under the covers to the floor and quietly sat up. Her hands organized her hair into a ponytail as her feet searched for her slippers, found them and, as they had done so many times before, automatically slipped them on. 

So many times but not like this time! 

She reached over, tugged at the hem of her nightgown which lay where she had discarded it on the floor last night. Not last night; in a different lifetime. She pulled it on and padded out of the bedroom. 

The sun was not yet up.

She walked down the hallway wrapping her arms around her shoulders, hugging herself and feeling an inexpressible joy. She stopped outside one of the bedrooms, pushed the door open and looked in. She checked to see if he was there. He wasn't; she knew he wasn't but maybe even now she could say good-bye to him. The bed was still made, the pillows still carelessly thrown against the headboard. She looked for a long time then turned and pulled the door closed behind her. He wasn't there. She knew that. She knew where he was. 

Lost and found.

In the kitchen she started a pot of coffee and stood, enjoying the aroma, waiting for the brewing to finish. She poured some into a mug, added milk and carried it into the living room where she sat down on a sofa and placed the mug on the table next to her. She shivered slightly and pulled her legs up to hold in her body's heat and then, reaching over, grasped the cup in two hands to take in its warmth and had several sips. There was a faint trace of light along the distant horizon. She made a slight sound as she sipped the hot coffee again.

Once upon a time, her mind said. Once upon a time, not so very long ago, in a magical land just over the mountains, there was a beautiful young princess with hair the colour of sunshine and a handsome prince with eyes as tender as a newborn baby's.

She felt tears come to her eyes. For a moment, but only for a moment, she thought she would not be able to hold them back. She held the coffee mug close to her face and focused on its warmth and its aroma. She inhaled deeply, taking both the steam and the smell of the coffee into her lungs; lungs that had experienced an even more refreshing fragrance in that other lifetime. The tears did not fall as the steam seemed to have dried them up slowly. 

The princess, she knew, wasn't that beautiful. And, maybe, too, the prince wasn't so very handsome either. It didn't matter. Life is not a fairy tale with chargers and stallions and ladies' handkerchiefs offered as tokens of love and esteem. It is a collection of unexpected and fleeting moments of time filled with exquisite happiness, excruciating pain, inexplicable satiation, and heart wrenching loneliness. Never a dull moment; except of course the dull moments between such moments, where the wait becomes a slice of infinite time folding onto itself. 

Her prince had brought her so many of those moments --- and in just that order.

Fast forward to another time in the past.

Last year, in the early spring, Alan had abruptly decided that the posters on his walls were anchors to a childhood he had outgrown. A sudden commitment accompanied by a rush of energy and the posters were down, crumpled and jammed into a waste paper basket. The bed, pressed into a corner, had been placed the way a child would want it, so Alan moved the furniture to different positions. The child used sheets with comic book characters so Alan stripped the bed and the sheets joined the posters in the bin.

"Mom?" he called.

Elizabeth climbed the last few stairs and appeared at the doorway.

"Mom?"

"I'm here," she said quietly.

Alan turned to the door. "I need some real sheets."

Elizabeth surveyed the room. "Seems to me you need more than just sheets."

Alan looked in the direction his mother was looking. There were marks on the wall where the tape, which had held his posters, had pulled away the paint when the posters were torn down.

"A can of paint will fix that," Elizabeth helped with his perplexity. "The room needed to be painted anyway. The sheets are a problem, though. I don't think I have any 'real' sheets. We'll have to go shopping." She gave him a comforting smile. It looked like he needed it.

A boy was declaring that he was a grownup, but he needed validation from mommy. She gave it, in a subtle and quiet way, using a mode of communication that the two of them had developed over the years. They were able to say things without using words or sounds and apparently they both were in harmony at that exact moment.

"But I need a full stop at the end of this statement."

"I can only give you an ellipsis." She then went and fetched some temporary sheets and said, "I'll help you remake the bed."

She stood on one side as Alan grabbed a sheet and passed an edge to her. Together they laid it on the mattress and tucked in the sides and ends. As Alan looked up to see how his mother was making her folds, she was bending over and her blouse was hanging loosely away from her. 

Alan looked and suddenly realized what he was seeing. Or rather, realized that what he was seeing was not what he used to see. The boy really had grown up, and Elizabeth too understood that when she raised her head and saw him so transfixed.

Whether it was the vacant look in his eyes, or slightly parted lips, or a held breath, Elizabeth knew a transformation had taken place and she wasn't prepared for such a transformation. It was a history making moment, and it lasted only that long. He came out of it and looked away guiltily; another indication of the metamorphosis. There was an adult male present in the room and Elizabeth couldn't stand straight under the weight of that realization. 

She put out her hands on to the bed to support her as she leaned over. "C'mon. I haven't got all day. Finish your side." Alan finished his side of the bed rather quickly.

Elizabeth walked back downstairs. There were questions in her head but no answers. She felt lost but didn't know why. She could see where she was going but didn't know her destination. The wind blew her around and the lights went out on her. She had to lean on the counter to collect herself. She couldn't collect her thoughts though, as they were scattered all over the house.

Fast rewind to another time in the past.

The princess and the prince had met the way princesses and princes meet. The princess was turning the page in her storybook, the prince was doing the same in his, and suddenly, they were in the same storybook as if they had always been together. 

The "before I met you" time for both was as shapeless and bereft of memories as the "since I met you" time was as concrete and filled with promise.

The first memory she had of their meeting was an accident. It was a busy time of the day at the food court in the mall. She was rushing to use her fifteen minutes of lunch time constructively and he was strolling away after an hour long break between breaks. She turned a corner around the big flower pot next to the Thai place and slam, bam, are you okay ma'am. She had her soda cup empty itself into her blouse and he was standing like a brick wall, just smiling. She was so pissed she couldn't even speak the profanities that were going through her mind.

He didn't help her or anything. Just said, "Be careful, next time," and walked away. 

She was more upset at the fact that she had only few minutes left before she had to get back to the store and tend to that cash register that had become an extension of her arms after a year and half of pounding its keys. Her food was all over the floor as the wetness travelled from the tip of her breasts to the end of her cunt. She was wet. Her pussy was wet. But it was the syrupy, thick fluid from a coke glass that had made her soaking wet.

That sensation stayed with her for weeks to come. 

She asked Woo at the Thai place to call for the cleaning lady and ran back to the store. For once, Mr. Rutherford showed some compassion and gave her another ten minutes to clean herself up. She had to buy new clothes at employee rates to change into and before her minutes were up, she was back at work, clean, dry, and hungry. 

She didn't even remember what he looked like because she only saw him from waist down as she was on the floor while he stood towering over her. When a strange young man joined the queue, she didn't know it was the same man who had knocked her down. He waited patiently for people in front of him to finish then approached the counter and placed a paper bag in front of her. She looked at him inquisitively. He smiled, again, and said, "I figured you may still be hungry." And left.

The man who had knocked her down, was going to knock her up one day. But she didn't know it then.

Fast forward.

Thursday they shopped. "Look, we can afford to get you a bigger bed. There's enough space in the room for one."

She continued without giving him a chance to answer. "I remember when your dad and I went shopping for your bed. We were amazed at how quickly you'd outgrown the crib. We wondered how soon you'd outgrow the bed. I'm sorry he's not here today." She looked down and bit the corner of her lip.

Alan reached over and took her hand then released it, put his arm around his mother's shoulders and pulled her towards him. He kissed her forehead. "I know."

"You do?" As soon as the question left her lips, she realized that of course he did. He knew through that special mode of communication they had developed between them. Her loss was also his loss and her emptiness had its reflection in his chest as well. They had learned not to open the wound and there she was scraping the crust a little. "I am sorry." 

He kissed her forehead again and pulled her against his body as shelter. She shifted, put her arm around his waist and briefly laid her head on his shoulder. The bandage was being applied before the bleeding started. For that moment their world was each other and the rest of the world moved around them. 

They rejoined it. As they turned to walk to another store, his hand slipped from her shoulder, down across her back, accidentally touched her and then he took her hand. Alan remembered the soft feel of her breasts pressed against him a few moments earlier and now the warm feel of her butt across his fingers. He entwined his fingers with his mother's to squeeze the shaking out of his hand. She squeezed back equally and she knew he was thinking about her and the touch. Both of them were looking down the storefronts. 

"Thank you." She said it quietly. She squeezed once more and slowly pulled her fingers away. The touch had its own affect on her. It was an accidental touch, but it was not the touch of her son. It was the touch of a man who was comforting her. The intimacy of their sharing had appeared in that touch and her body responded to it with a strange understanding. 

He was looking off to the side when she looked up. He didn't see her eyes; didn't know she was looking; didn't know how she was looking at him.

She took his arm. "Is this okay?"

"Sure."

"Here's where I wanted to go," Elizabeth said as she directed Alan into the store entrance. 

Her prince had brought her to the very same store when he first moved into his own place. She was by then his woman and he wanted her to help pick a bed --- their bed --- although she was nowhere near the realization that he was making future plans for both of them. He knew where he was headed. She didn't. Life was too short to conquer the world and she didn't know where to start; couldn't start because she didn't have the resources; never started because the world was not for the conquering, as she learned after years of hoping, and failing without even trying. He knew it from the beginning and never tried; didn't need to try; he knew his place in the world and he knew her place in his life. She refused to accept anything.

Memories weighed her down. "I'm going to wait here and let you look around. When you've got some idea of what you want, let me know." She sat down on a bed near the front of the display and leaned against the headboard. Alan wandered without any pattern among the beds on display, occasionally drawing his hand across one of the headboards. Amazingly, the headboards had the softness of his mother's behind.

A saleswoman moved so that Alan's path would take him directly to her.

"First time buying a bed on your own?"

"Yeah. No. Yeah, I guess. My mom's at the front but I'm trying to find something. I don't know. I'm just looking, I guess." He didn't like how it sounded when he told the saleslady that he was with his mom. It somehow at that moment didn't sound right.

She knew how to handle his type. She moved in closer. Close enough that Alan noticed and felt the change. "Single or double? Something a bit funky or something that will fit anywhere? Once we've decided that, we can talk about prices and delivery dates. Come with me. Let's check out the doubles. We have selected samples on the floor and I've got a complete catalogue back at my desk."

Elizabeth watched. She was too far away to hear any of the conversation but she didn't need to hear it. The saleswoman's body language said it all. She regretted sitting down. She should have been with him. To do what? She couldn't say. But she should have been with him, that she knew.

"I'm losing the child he was, now I'm losing the man he will be," Elizabeth thought as she watched the two of them walk from one bed to another. She couldn't tell if it was a sigh of sorrow, of loss, or simply of defeat that escaped her lungs.

Alan moved to put some distance between himself and the saleswoman. She should have been with him so he didn't have to do that. She could have been the distance between him and the woman. Why? She didn't know that either. 

She was with her prince when a similar lady had tried to sell him a bed. Her saleswomanship had hit a snag with Elizabeth as the extra variable. This was another situation where she should have been that extra variable, as a mother of course, and Alan would be spared the cheap tricks of the saleswoman.

Alan had the saleswoman show him several additional display beds, who then hovered over him as they went through the catalogue. After several more minutes, Alan stood up abruptly. His eyes made a fleeting, final inventory of the saleswoman and everything she was offering. "No, not today, I think. Nothing here that really makes me say 'I want this one!'"

He walked back to his mother. She stood up and they talked quietly as Alan pointed in the direction of a couple of beds. "In our house," he said, "you've always had class. Class on a budget, but class nevertheless. She couldn't show me anything with class. We'll have to look somewhere else."

Maybe her prince didn't need the extra variable either. But that was a different time, a different scenario, and Elizabeth with different insecurities.

"Are you working Saturday?"

"Not until 3:00. Can we go looking in the morning?"

At home, Elizabeth turned the key in the latch to let themselves in. After she closed and locked the door, she turned to Alan, impulsively put her arms around his neck and held him close for a few moments. Then she faced him, put her hand on his upper arm to pull him closer and then kissed him on his cheek. "Night, sweetheart."

"Night, mom." He returned the kiss then wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her towards him. "Thanks. Saturday."

"Saturday." She hugged him back and felt the strength in his body. She let her body relax against his and held him close to her for longer than necessary. She tilted her head back and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't stay up too late." 

Elizabeth turned and walked from the room. Alan looked at her back as she moved away and instinctively his eyes focused on the area that he had touched earlier. His heart skipped a beat. Just like the view while they were fixing his bed, he realized that what he was seeing was not what he used to see. 

Alan's thoughts turned to how fragile she felt in his arms and how he wanted to hold her just a little longer. Why? He couldn't say. This shopping for bed was an experience that had made him want to hold her longer --- and tighter. He was declaring that he was a grownup, and he had done something that grownups normally do. He had gone shopping for a bed with his mother; actually grownups don't do that. He had gone shopping with a woman, one could even say with the woman in his life, as she was the only woman in his life. But it didn't seem right. It was not a fulfilling experience. It didn't have the intimacy that grownup couples, man and woman, would have shopping for a bed. It didn't feel as good as it should have felt and he wanted to hold her a little longer and a little tighter to feel grownup. The boy needed his mommy to make him feel grownup. He felt pissed. He stayed up late, pissed at himself, and fell asleep angry.

It was somewhere between that half-asleep, half-awake state when he also realized about the softness that his mother had pressed against his chest.




Transformation



On Saturday Alan found a bed and dresser set he liked. Even better, it was at a price his mother liked. Elizabeth took his arm as they left the furniture store and headed across the mall to a store that dealt only in mattresses and mattress sets.

"Soft, medium or firm?" the salesman asked. She didn't miss the difference she felt in her heart at Alan dealing with a salesman as opposed to a saleswoman.

"I don't know. Mom, how do you like it?"

"I prefer a firm one," she said. The voice was casual but Alan thought he noticed a fleeting smile.

Alan looked directly at his mother. "Ok, let's look at some firm ones then."

The dialogue was the same, only roles were reversed. She was playing the part of the prince and Alan was the princess, her, in this remake of the classic.

The salesman had already turned toward some display mattresses that they could check. If he noticed the innuendo he made no indication. He probably didn't. Alan had called her mom and no innuendo in the world can exist when the person being addressed is a mom. He walked them to the back of the store and identified a pair that had different construction techniques and suggested they try them out.

"Go ahead, Alan."

He sat on the edge and then lay down on the bed and carefully placed his shoes on the plastic protector at the foot of the mattress. He moved around a bit, tried rolling over on to his side and then on to his back again. 

"Seems okay to me. What do you think?" He slid towards the middle of the mattress as his mother sat down on the edge and bounced gently. She motioned for him to slide over further, which he did, and she lay back. Alan had only moved part way across so when she was lying down, the back of her hand touched his. Alan moved over further but left his hand momentarily touching hers before finally placing it across his chest.

There was jerkiness in his motion that didn't fail to register in Elizabeth's mind. The touch wasn't as intimate as his hand on her butt cheek, but it was intimate considering they were lying next to each other in a bed, in a position that usually couples assume when in bed together. Her prince had actually turned and climbed on top of her to see how the bed would really feel. She had died of embarrassment but the saleswoman had just smiled. Apparently that was not something new for her.

"If this were my mattress, it would be fine. But it's still your choice."

"Well, you know more about these things than I do, but if this is firm enough in your opinion then it'll be fine for me, too."

Elizabeth felt angry. She didn't like the experience of shopping with her son as the memories of her prince danced in her head. This was her son. That was her prince. The situations were totally different. She should not superimpose one on the other, whatever direction. And there was the real problem. Superimposition in whatever direction. It was one thing to remember her prince when shopping with Alan, but why on God's earth did she look towards Alan and expected him to climb on top of her? Did she want him to climb on top of her? It would have made the scene as authentic as the original, even though there was a salesman instead of a saleswoman, but for heaven's sake, Alan on top of her? How ludicrous?

Elizabeth felt rather subdued when they left the store. Alan realized the dejectedness. He probably knew the reason as well, most likely subconsciously. He took her hand but she did not relax it to let it shape itself to be easily held. He let it go. She felt even worst. What was happening to her?

"I'm sorry..." Alan apologized to her. Then added as an afterthought, "...mom."

She slowly took his hand in hers and squeezed it, then took it out of his and linked it through his arm. He looked over at her and smiled. "You're pretty cool, you know."

Reassurance at just the right time, which was enough to change her mood. 

They shopped for the sheets and then returned home. Alan rushed to his bedroom to change for work and then came back downstairs. Elizabeth had made a small lunch. They ate and talked and then Alan took the dirty dishes to the sink, washed them and put them on the draining board. After drying his hands he turned to Elizabeth and hugged her. "Thanks for showing me the ropes. Nice to have your company, too."

Elizabeth put her arms around Alan, not because she wanted to but because she needed to.

"I actually enjoyed it. I'm not a big fan of shopping. I do it because I have to and not because I want to. It was nice having someone to chat with." She turned her face away and gently laid her head on his shoulder. Alan felt her hair move against his face and then rested his head on hers. They stood there like that for a while, Alan getting warmth from her soft breasts and getting aroused by the smell of her hair, and Elizabeth soaking in his strength and feeling excited by his erection pressing slightly into her thigh. When the pressure increased somewhat, he broke the hug quickly. "Gotta go or I'll be late."

Elizabeth stood there listening to his receding footsteps. She was smiling but her eyes felt heavy and wet. What would the man do now? What would the boy do now?

There is a picture tucked away in her drawer of memories, as she calls it, where her prince is holding her in his arms. They are standing in water as the camera captured the sweet loving expression on their faces with beautiful span of the ocean as a backdrop. They were on their honeymoon and had found enough time to go frolicking on the beach. There was love in their hearts and hope of a bright future in their eyes.

Whenever she looked at that picture, as she found herself doing after Alan left, she felt herself transported back in time. She would see herself with him in the picture and feel the water on her feet as his hands closed around her waist. She could swear that she felt his heartbeat on her back each time she held that picture in her hands. Laughter echoed in her ears and his touch filled her heart with the energy and passion he had for her at that moment in the picture. Yes, time stood still for them when they were there and it stood still for her whenever she found herself visiting that site. She could practically walk into that ocean from her room and take her place in the picture even after all these years. The smell of the ocean came to her nostrils as she immersed herself in the scene. 

The picture was alive and she lived that day each time not only in her memory but in her present as well. Whenever she looked at it, she didn't look at a faded print but a living, breathing ocean with living breathing prince and princess standing in its water, holding each other with the gentleness of the wind that was creating waves on the surface that crashed at their feet. The experience was real, the faces were real, and the tears were real. She could touch him as she had done for many years and she could feel the bumps on his skin as she had done while he slept in the bed those many years ago.

That picture was a live scene framed with white edges of the paper and deep set into its texture.

The following weekend, Alan, with occasional assistance from Elizabeth, painted the room with two coats, assembled the bed and put new sheets on it. Both days were hot and by the end of Sunday afternoon, Alan was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He finished a few touch-ups, stood in the doorway to admire the results, and called his mother.

She came up behind and looked over his shoulder into the room. "Nice job. Very nice job. You can be quite pleased with yourself." From behind, she wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled herself to him.

"I'm all sweaty."

"I know. But I don't care." Alan felt something in his heart, a certain kind of warmth. He had never expected any woman, including his mother, to hug him so carelessly when he was soaked in his own perspiration.

"You are weird," was all he could say.

She kissed the nape of his neck and said, "More weird than you think."

They both laughed. "You've done a fine job on your room, Alan. I think you should be rewarded for such good work."

"Well, a proper hug would do." He sounded mischievous. 

"I was thinking more like a special meal that I could cook for you, but hug seems to be an easy way out, so here goes." She turned around his body and came in front of him. She placed her arms around his waist and moved into him.

He wrapped his long arms around her and placed his hands around the small of her back. "Shoot, if I knew you meant a special meal, I would've asked for lasagne."

"Too late buddy," She looked up into his face as she felt his hands move on her back. He kissed her forehead and as he leaned down for the kiss, his hands moved onto the top of her butt. She didn't know if it was a deliberate move or if it was just a natural result of their closeness, but she was aware of his hands on her ass.

She reached up to kiss him back. She had to stand on her toes to reach his lips and as she touched them with hers, she felt his hands caress her butt cheeks, lightly, but firmly. 

I shouldn't have done that, she thought to herself. But it was too late to do anything about it and there was nothing else she could do but come back down. His hands moved back up onto the small of her back. "We could order pizza though," she chirped. 

"Oh mom, you are the best." He leaned down and tightened his arms around her to give a full hug. Her breasts pressed into his chest and he squeezed her into himself. He held her there for a while before letting go of her and then his hands rested just above her butt, making small caressing moves. She held herself against him, wondering what to do.

His moves were uncertain. He really didn't know what to do or even what he could do. He was testing the waters, so to speak. Nudging the line a little, just to see what he could get away with. She was his mother and she knew him well enough to let him go only so far where he won't get hurt. The boy was trying to be a man and the mother was trying to keep the boy in line so he won't get hurt. 

It was probably the adrenalin from such hard work, or the sense of accomplishment from finishing something even his father never dared to do. Maybe it was the need of a woman to validate his being grownup, or just machismo leaking out of his limbs. She couldn't imagine Alan feeling Elizabeth. It had to be the man feeling the woman around his house, or around his domain. There was no denying that he needed to express that side of himself, but he couldn't use her as the outlet of his expression. That would demean who she was, mother or woman, didn't matter. Either way, it wasn't supposed to happen that way.

"I see you are feeling a bit frisky."

"Sorry, can't help it. It is so easy to get carried away with you."

There, he had made a bold --- grownup --- statement and she appreciated his honesty. At the same time his honesty put an end to the possibilities. He had to treat her like his mother; nothing else was acceptable. The relationship required a certain amount of respect which would wither away if she became anything else. She couldn't become anything else. She was his mother, period.

"Well, you better keep your hormones in check. There are limits, you know."

He pulled away abruptly. "Sorry, mom. It is just this being man of the house kind of thing."

She knew Alan's wants and she knew, even if he didn't, that he wasn't ready. He was a boy, even though he had passed the teen part of his life. He was her son, her boy, and her responsibility until he stood on his own. Alan, she knew, didn't understand any of this. And as long as she was the adult and he was not, he would never understand. 

Alan was under the influence and he needed to be deflated. He was like a kettle of milk about to boil, but once boiled, it would be nothing but regret and guilt. He needed to simmer until he matured to a level where he could control the spilling out part when coming to a boil. He didn't know the prize, yet he was looking for the game to come to a head. He wasn't ready for the gift that he was trying to unwrap. He needed to be taught, but she couldn't be the tutor. She was the parent; that in itself was bad enough, without having to add another dimension to it. Put simply, she wasn't the one. His wants required someone else and his needs belonged to another.

There were her wants, too, and they couldn't be satisfied by a boy. Her needs were a woman's and required a confident, self-assured, experienced man. She had tried with a boy once and helped him become a man. Along the way, she had lost herself and the woman that she became wasn't the woman she wanted to become. But that was another lifetime. There was no going back.

She left before awkwardness filled the room. The feel of his big hands on her buttocks went with her.

Alan brought his old bed down into the living room and placed it in front of the TV. He needed to sleep out of his room until the smell of paint became bearable. When Alan came down after showering and dressing, he had expected the pizza to have arrived. There was no pizza waiting for him. Elizabeth had changed into some nicer outfit and had applied a teensy bit of makeup as well. She was waiting for him at the door. "Let's go for that pizza."

"I thought you were going to order in," he said.

"No, it will be fun to eat it in the pizza joint."

The outing for pizza turned into pizza and movie. They didn't come back until after midnight. It was a pleasant change of routine for Elizabeth who hadn't been to the movies in a long time. Alan was a good companion. He was funny, thoughtful, and gentlemanly. Things that the young men of today don't even know about, except the funny part, of course. What she noticed the most about his demeanour was how gentle it was. 

Alan enjoyed himself, despite the reprimand. His mother was right, he knew that. Why did he even let himself get that carried away, he couldn't explain, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He wasn't sorry for doing it; he was just sorry that his mother reacted negatively to it. But, water under the bridge. The movie made him forget all about it.

He freshened up, changed into his usual night clothes, shorts and T-shirt, and started flipping through the channels in his old bed. He felt a bit nostalgic about the bed and had this uneasy feeling about getting rid of it. Soon he was engrossed in a show, so the bed lost its importance. He didn't even notice when his mother came down and slid into bed with him. 

When he felt her hand on his side, he looked over his shoulder to acknowledge her presence. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked nonchalantly.

"No. I was feeling a bit restless, so I thought I join you for a short while. What you watching?"

"Benny Hill."

"Oh, I like that show. I didn't know it was back on."

They both started to watch the show together. She had to raise herself up a little to see the TV because of his shoulders blocking it from her view. She leaned on him for support and sort of balanced herself on his torso to be comfy.

Alan became aware of the soft breasts pressing into his back the instant Elizabeth relaxed. He tensed up as a result. The sweet and tender feelings were quite overwhelming for him and he remembered the reprimand. He couldn't enjoy those feelings because that was in itself crossing the line she had mentioned to him earlier. But it wasn't humanly possible to ignore the feelings either. Whether he wanted to or not, the signals from her breasts to his back eventually ended up in that part of his brain that directs the flow of blood to his genitals. As hard as he tried to focus his mind on the show, his penis kept getting harder, slowly but steadily. Elizabeth squirmed every now and then and her breasts caressed his back. His penis reacted to each caress by enlarging, until he finally had to reach in and fix his erection because it was becoming uncomfortable.

Elizabeth noticed the movement of his arm and knew what he was doing. She suddenly realized how hard her breasts were pressed into his back and how they had caused his body to react. "Should I move," she asked.

"No, I am okay." He didn't know that she knew about his erection. So she stayed. The best course of action was to ignore the situation. 

Only if Alan could do that. His erection continued to harden. Of course there was a limit to that as well and he reached that limit rather quickly. At that stage he couldn't keep his penis held between his thighs. It had enough strength to break free. With his cock loose and throbbing, his brain started to sugarcoat things to suit the situation.

Sure, those were the breasts of his mother, but they felt like breasts of any woman. Actually, his mother had better than average breasts, larger than average in size and round and supple in shape. He wasn't responding to his mother's breasts. He was responding to breasts, period. The fact they were attached to his mother meant nothing. The only thing he needed to be aware of was that there were these, soft and warm breasts pressed into his back. If he got hard as a result, it was okay, because he wasn't hard because of his mother. He was hard because of the feel of those breasts. Yeah, they belonged to his mother but they were generic breasts in his mind to lessen the guilt about his generic erection.

Elizabeth realized that his body had gone all tense and she decided to call it a night. There were those limits and she didn't want to push him over the edge. First erection --- sorry, reaction --- was caused by her inadvertently, but now that she knew what the reaction was, a continuous stimulation of that part of his brain was wrong.

"Good night, son."

"Good night, mom."

Neither looked at the other as Elizabeth quietly went to her room and he continued watching TV.

Elizabeth stayed up late that night trying to figure out how the one way stimulation that her breasts caused to his body, was actually a two way stimulation. His body had pressed her breasts firmly and she realized after she was in bed how his shoulder blades [he had rather wide shoulders, she also noticed] had firmly caressed --- pressed --- her breasts, almost like it were his strong hands on her breasts, hand that those shoulders supported so in a way it was not too much of a stretch. 

She couldn't shake from her head as she tried to sleep, the thought that she was only a foot away from a fully erect, hard [as a rock] cock. By the time she actually fell asleep, her son had grown a few notches in her mind.

Fast rewind.

The first time her prince touched her breasts, she expected fireworks. He was a bit clumsy, a bit rough, but he wanted it and she wanted it, so together they enjoyed it. It wasn't an experience to remember, except may be the pinches or the hard squeezes. But, as time went by and as she learnt that she could direct him to do anything and there was no shame in letting him know what worked and what didn't, it became a beautiful experience. She enjoyed his hands cupping her breasts and applying even pressure on them from all directions. She didn't much care for rolling or kneading as the motion of his hands didn't fire enough neurons or the right neurons to make it worthwhile for her.

She liked the gentle but firm pressure as he pressed them down into her chest and massaged them from all sides. This, coupled with slow and gently kisses, made her warm and fuzzy all over --- and wet. He always tried to move away from her breasts and get into her pants, but she didn't enjoy the pants part as much when she finally relented, after much begging and pleading. She liked his begging and pleading though, because she learnt the power of sex and how it worked in the politics of a relationship. 

She almost always made him beg for it and whenever he was given the opportunity to explore her wetness with his penis, he basically boiled like the milk kettle. There was so much excitement in him that he couldn't contain himself. There were no fireworks there either but he went like a cracker anyways. 




Transformation



The memories of her sexual experiences always involved how much he enjoyed it and she was happy that her prince enjoyed having sex with her so much. That meant her prince didn't need to look around for something better, she was the best he had.

Fast forward.

Elizabeth put a couple of cans of beer, some plates, napkins and other items on a low coffee table in front of the TV. She was watching it and idly flicking through the channels looking for something to act as background while she waited for Alan.

He brought the pizza into the family room, set it down on the table, and sat down on the sofa next to his mother. They had decided to order in this time.

Between bites of pizza they chatted about Alan's shift and continued to change channels. They finally settled on a movie. At the first commercial break Alan took the remains of the pizza and the dirty dishes to the kitchen. When he returned, his mother was sitting with her legs up on the coffee table leaning back into the sofa and holding the channel changer.

"Still commercials," he said and reached for the changer. Elizabeth wouldn't let it go so they tussled momentarily until the movie was back on. Alan hadn't completely given up trying to grab the changer so he continued to have one hand holding his mother's which was wrapped around the changer. He felt the warmth in her hand and unconsciously moved closer to her.

They watched "The Summer of '42". Alan knew the plot and glanced quickly to see if his mother already knew what was happening in the movie. If she knew, she hid her knowledge and was quietly enjoying the story as it was developing. When the commercials came on, she changed position to sit closer to her son. Alan moved to put his arm around her shoulders and Elizabeth adjusted herself slightly to fit her body against his.

"It's a sad movie," he said.

"And happy."

"And happy. But sad, too."

It was the story of three boys coming of age and a wife of a serviceman who was away taking part in the war. One boy in particular found himself falling in love with the young wife, and the lonely young wife was caught in a war of her own, between her head and her heart. The movie was a tender and insightful look into the fears, misconceptions, and ignorance of the growing boys as they fumbled their way toward adulthood. At the same time, it was a heartfelt study of the youth and innocence of a woman who became a victim of circumstances that were beyond her control and the insecurities and conflicted emotions that tore at her soul. 

They became engrossed in the film. Alan could identify with Hermie, the young man falling for the young wife. He even wished that he had such a lovely woman in his life. Was it a lovely woman or a woman in need of his strength?! She was loveable and he found himself feeling exactly what the young man in the movie must have felt. The longing, the pain, the pleasure, and the heartbreak. Towards the end, he actually hated the hero for being lucky enough to experience such love.

Elizabeth could understand what the young wife was going through. She was there without her prince but she so much wanted to be with him. Her prince was out of reach, gone for all practical purposes, maybe never to come back. Elizabeth saw the cracks in her heart and the need to fill the void with something, anything, that would stop the bleeding and reduce the pain. Imagine then coming across a possible solution, a replacement of sorts for the prince. Not that she wanted to replace the prince, but if she did, it would be him. Wanting, not wanting; yearning, not yearning. Love was possible to feel for more than one man yet the intensity of the second love was manifold after the loss of the first. The loss was not so much real as it was probable. It wasn't imminent but odds were strongly going in that direction. The possibility of the loss made her suffer more than had it been real. A drowning person was clinging to anything that came along to be able to stay afloat until safety of the marriage were to make itself visible, or until Elizabeth had accepted the loss of her prince and made the decision to move on with her life.

It startled her to think that she was actually the woman in the movie. She didn't want anyone to know her thoughts, so she froze in her spot and tried to determine if Alan could tell what was going on in her head. That's when she became aware of her hand resting on his thigh. His hand had slipped down and was resting all the way down on her hip. 

Both were so much into the movie that they sat quietly even during the commercial breaks. When the female lead started dancing with the young male lead, Elizabeth chose to shift her position and move against her son. When the characters kissed Elizabeth looked up and found herself looking at Hermie. Alan noticed the movement and turned to look at her. Elizabeth's eyes were asking a question. He bent down and tentatively touched his lips against hers. Unsure, he moved his head back as quickly as he had brought it down. 

Elizabeth closed her eyes and moved her face slightly towards him. The movement was subtle, but noticeable. Alan's heart jumped into his throat as he realized that the young wife had offered her lips to Hermie. He tried to relax and brought his quivering lips down onto hers. He just held them against his mother's lips and then pulled back just a little. She instinctively moved her face towards his and kissed him so very gently. Encouraged by the response and somewhat in control of his sudden fever, he kissed her back. His lips held her upper lip and tugged on it a little. Her mouth opened slightly and the wetness from the front inside of her mouth transferred to his lower lip.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked into his. She mouthed the words "thank you", smiled and nestled against him. He licked the wetness from his lips and tasted his mother's saliva. It was sweet.

When the movie ended, they were so much affected by the story that they sat there still mesmerized. Unconsciously, Elizabeth's hand started to move slightly on his thigh as his drew small circles on her side. They would have stayed like that for a long time if it wasn't for him having to reach and fix his erection yet again. Elizabeth uncurled herself from the sofa and from Alan's arm, switched off the TV and headed up the stairs. After climbing a few steps, she turned to him and uttered a soft "good night".

Alan heard her move quickly up the stairs and then heard a door, her bedroom door, close firmly. Elizabeth wanted to see her prince and to be with him. The desire was so strong that she yanked open her drawer of memories and reached for the picture desperately. He was there; so was she. Smiling. Happy. She stepped into the water with him and felt his heartbeat on her back. She felt calm and collected. The storm had passed. All was at it had always been.

She brought the picture to her night stand and placed it in such a way that she could look at it as she drifted to sleep. She kept looking at it until her dreams took her to him yet once again.

A damp patch had spread through from Alan's underwear to his jeans. He reached down and adjusted his erection again and the touch of his hand on his penis felt good. As he climbed each stair he gently rubbed his erection enjoying the rushes of pleasure that he received. At the top of the stairs he looked at his mother's bedroom door and then turned and walked to his bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

Inside his bedroom, he undressed completely, turned out the lights and climbed into bed. His hands moved to his groin. One played with his erection and the other teased his testicles. He was already so very close. He thought first of the young wife and then of Elizabeth. This was a wrong time to bring Elizabeth into the picture so he went back to the young wife. Why had she disappeared like that? Elizabeth that is. 

He stroked gently trying to delay his orgasm but also wanting to feel the growing sensations as he got closer and closer. The young wife changed into Elizabeth and he jerked the picture out of his head. The young wife came back. Her saliva had tasted very sweet. He wished he could have tasted a bit more, but that was wrong. Jerked in the young wife again.

His hand moved faster up and down his penis. Not yet. Slower. But he moved faster. His excitement rose as he thought of the kiss, no of the young wife. No, not yet. Not yet. His back arched. Elizabeth was saying, "good night". He tried to remember how she looked but he couldn't bring it to his thoughts. Now! Now! Now! The waves of his orgasm sent tremors through his body and the spurts of cum flew across his chest. Now! Now! 

His body relaxed as the tension was released. In the darkness he saw his mother's face. When he reached out to touch it, there was nothing there. He felt uneasy, even restless. He usually only masturbated when the fire was too much and he had to extinguish it. The fire hydrant worked this time but the fire stayed lit. He felt empty, unfulfilled. 

Fast forward to the following weekend.

Elizabeth decided to treat Alan to home baked lasagne. By the time dinner was ready, Alan had showered and changed. He walked into the kitchen asking, "Beer? Wine? Perrier?"

"A glass of wine would be nice."

Throughout dinner they chatted and discussed inconsequential items with transient gravity and then followed that with some laughter. Alan got up, cleared the table and brought back dessert. When they had finished Alan looked over and said "Thanks. That was good."

"Yes, it was." Elizabeth put her hand on the table and Alan reached over to hold it. 

"Anything on TV?"

"I'll find out."

Alan got up and moved the remaining dishes to the sink. As he washed, dried and put them away, he could hear Elizabeth in the other room roaming the channels. On impulse, he started the kettle to make a pot of tea and got out a pair of mugs.

Alan switched out the kitchen lights as he walked into the family room and sat down next to his mother. She saw the teapot and mugs. "Oh! Good idea."

"Only for you." He started pouring. "So ... anything on?"

"Not really."

"Gotta be something." Alan handed her a mug and took the channel changer. He keyed in several different channels. "Nope, nothing. I suppose we could watch a video or I could put on a couple of CDs. Any preference?"

"How about a CD or two? Just a background-something, okay?" Alan put several CDs into the player, pressed several buttons and, after a few moments, and at low volume, the music came up. Elizabeth listened for a bit, then smiled at him. "Thanks."

She leaned back into the sofa, rested her legs on the low coffee table and closed her eyes to shut out everything except the music. When the track finished the changer made a slight noise as it randomly chose the next CD and track. They stopped talking waiting for the noise to finish.

They listened to the music in silence. Their thoughts were somewhere else as their bodies rested on the sofa, he on one end of it and she on the other.

The evening kept moving.

Alan went back to the TV after a few more tracks. He muted the sound and started flipping through the channels as the music played in the background. They watched in silence as the eyes and ears worked independently. Nothing caught their fancy. Alan shut the TV off again. 

"You are very quiet today," Elizabeth, the adult, was the first to break the silence.

"Sorry, my mind seems to be somewhere else." Alan, the young man, replied.

"And where that might be, if I may ask?" Elizabeth tried to make light of the silence.

"That is the problem. I don't know exactly where." Alan, the young adult, confessed.

"Now, that is a problem." Elizabeth, the adult, answered. But she knew where his mind was. She chose not to help him out though. Alan had to sort things out for himself.

Alan got up and went to his room. Soon after Elizabeth got tired of the music and turned the CD player off and started flipping through TV channels again. Something definitely was wrong as she found her mind somewhere else as well. 

She went to the kitchen to do something mundane.

Alan came back down and found some sitcom on TV that he considered worth watching. Elizabeth heard the TV and came back to join him. She was feeling a bit better after idling in the kitchen. 

Another sitcom followed. Elizabeth made tea for both of them and nestled into him with her cup as he took his. He finished his tea and put his arm around her as they both watched the TV in silence.

"I think I am going to turn in," she announced as soon as that show was over. She turned towards him after pulling herself away and kissed him gently on the lips. "Good night."

"Good night," he mumbled. She took the dishes to the kitchen and decided to wash them and put them away. She went upstairs and changed into her pyjamas. She heard the soft sound of the TV coming to her room and she couldn't lie still in her bed. She came back down and joined him again on the sofa. He placed his arm around her as before. 

When the Letterman show started, they knew there was something they could finally get into and relaxed. Their minds also became somewhat more focused. Between the jokes and interviews, they found themselves nestled into each other quite deeply. Her hand was on his thigh and his slightly caressing her hips and making its move towards the cheeks. 

She started to reciprocate his caresses by caressing his thigh and continued even after he adjusted his erection. By now that had become a routine so it didn't matter the same way as before. 

When the show ended, they both knew it was time to turn in. She got up and onto her knees as she kissed him goodnight again. This time the kiss lingered a little due to forward pressure on her body as her knees pressed down into the sofa.

She got up first and bent over the coffee table to arrange the remote and the TV Guide, but mostly to prolong the minutes. She really didn't want to leave just yet. He just watched her. He saw his mother through sperm filled eyes and realized that there was one heck of a woman in front of him.

He got up and stretched. She raised her body up, looked at him and then felt like placing her arms around him as his were raised above his head. He lowered them onto her shoulders and held her a bit awkwardly, but affectionately. She pressed herself into him to feel the comfort of his muscular built. His hands started to move up and down on her back.

She looked up after a while and he looked down when he felt her face lift; then he kissed her nose. She raised herself onto her toes and kissed his lower lip softly. Inadvertently, her breasts traced a line across his chest. He kissed her back. This was the first time they kissed each other mutually and there was a movement of the lower jaws, causing the lips to open a little. She was in no hurry to go, so she buried her face in his chest and rested her body against his. His hands stayed on her back.

Conan had started his monologue and they listened to it as they held each other like that. Alan cuddled her body in his arms. She hugged him a little longer and then pulled back. "I better go before I fall asleep in your arms."

He laughed and then with the confidence of a man, he reached down and gave her a real kiss. Soft and gentle. And masculine. Not hard and aggressive, not invading. Masculine. Confident. Certain. 

With a final goodnight he released her and motioned for her to move. As she moved, his hand stayed on her back and they both walked away from the coffee table that way. He took one or two longer steps, came even with her side and then moved ahead of her. As he moved past her, his hand moved down on her back and rested firmly on her buttocks. It was not just a caress; he actually held her butt in his hands and pressed on it. She felt a tinge of unease at first, followed by a sensation of being under a spell, and eventually the relaxing of her muscles and giving in to his big, strong, firm hands. He gave a pat and moved way ahead and climbed the stairs two steps at a time. 

The pressure of his big hand stayed on her ass as long as she stayed awake. She found herself back in the water with her prince. Only that night, she felt his heartbeat on her back and Alan's hand squeezing her buttock. She had to turn the picture down on the nightstand before she could fall asleep because she read a complaint in her prince's eyes. There was confusion in her mind; confusion that really had no name, but confusion nevertheless. She had trouble facing those eyes and she didn't like the fact that she had trouble facing those eyes. 

The only word that can properly describe that confusion is guilt. There was guilt for liking the feel of those hands on her butt and there was guilt for masturbating --- again --- to his mother's image.

She was perturbed the next morning and had to put the picture back into her drawer of memories. He showed his first clear sign of maturity when he let her be. He must have understood what she was going through, she thought. It was so thoughtful of him to forget everything and make it like nothing unusual had happened, thus giving her the chance to recover and hopefully to face her prince again. He, on the other hand, was uncomfortable with his own image of coming while his mother's picture played in his eyes.

Next Saturday, as she contemplated staying in bed longer than usual, he barged in. She was scattered all over and scurried to collect herself. "Don't you think you should knock before coming in? I may not have been decent."

"Well, you aren't now either." He laughed. 

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "What's the emergency?"

"There's an outdoor art show in the park today. We don't wanna miss it."

"But I thought you had to go to work today?"

"Only for a few hours. I'll be back in plenty of time."

They drove to the outdoor art show around mid-afternoon and wandered around in a haphazard fashion. Life, when seen through the eyes of an artist, takes a whole new meaning, and that day was full of different visions of life. They paused for a long time in front of some exhibits and moved briskly through the others. Occasionally they were separated when one found more in an exhibit than the other and the other moved on. 

After one such separation, Elizabeth feigned desperation and took Alan's hand. "That's the last time you're getting away from me!"

She squeezed his hand and spoke quietly into his ear. "I'm really glad you brought me to this. I hope you're enjoying it as well."

Alan looked at her, smiled and nodded. "Oops! Look out!" Alan reached out, grabbed the Frisbee that was sailing near them and flung it back. The motion, smooth flowing and almost effortless, sent the disc soaring off into the distance. Elizabeth recognized the casual athleticism and, in her mind's eye, saw her much younger self accompanied by her prince. 

She took his hand again and they strolled past several exhibits until they got to a refreshment stand.

"Two lemonades, please."

"Hey, aren't you going to ask me first if I want lemonade or something else?"

"Nope," He replied while paying the vendor. The vendor smiled at his cocky attitude.

He took her hand again and they continued their random inspection as they sipped on their drinks. They walked past an exhibit where the artist had juxtaposed different things in a way that was blatantly sexual. Elizabeth squeezed Alan's hand to get his attention and nodded slightly to get him to look at the pieces.

Only when they were both looking at the pieces, hand in hand, with her head slightly leaning on his shoulder, did she start to feel the warmth of embarrassment. She had inadvertently brought the two of them into a situation that they really shouldn't have been. Her heart skipped a beat when the artist approached them and asked, "So, what do you guys think?"




Transformation



It was not a good day as it started out. My fishing partner had canceled out before I left to pick him up. He had an upset stomach. Well, the boat was hooked up behind my truck on it's trailer all loaded and ready to go, even down to bait and two lunches in the cooler. The Hell with it, I would go alone. I drove to the ramp and launched the boat. 

I noticed a young boy sitting on one of the benches watching me. He came over and helped me with the boat when the bow line was caught on a piling. I parked the truck and saw he was still standing watching. I started the engines and let them warm up. I looked up and he was still standing, with his hands in his jacket pockets, watching my every move. I made sure I was all ready. He was still there. 

"Would you like to go fishing with me. I won't be back until about three or four?" He nodded rapidly and hurried down the ladder into the boat. I cast off and backed out and turned the boat around. I told him to sit in the seat across from the helm. We moved slowly out of the channel toward the bay. 

"Do you need to call someone and let them know where you are?"

"No, Sir, I have no one."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes sir." I thought I heard a little catch at the end. I smiled at him and said "My buddy canceled out and I don't like fishing by myself. Did you have any breakfast this morning?" He shook his head. I pointed to the cooler under his seat and told him there were Sweet Rolls in it. He got out of the seat and pulled the cooler out. He opened it and saw the rolls on top and picked one up and held it out to me. I took it and he grabbed another one. He was very slight in build and had large brown eyes and a dirty face.

I pointed to the hatch in the console and said. "There is a small toilet and a wash basin in there if you want to clean up some." He nodded again and opened the hatch and disappeared down into the tiny compartment. In a few moments he was back. His hands and face looked cleaner. I got a better look at him now as he gulped down the roll. "There should be another one in there if you want it." He shook his head but I noticed him watch every bite I took. "Hand me another one, please." He did as he was told. "Take that last one or I will have to throw it out." He did and it was quickly gone. 

I glanced at him and noticed he was holding on to the arms of his seat with a death grip. "Have you ever been out in a boat before?"

He looked at me and shook his head. I made a quick decision and turned out of the channel that led towards the Gulf and headed instead down the bay. I pulled into a little cove I had been in before and stopped the boat. I flipped the anchor switch and shut the engines down. 

I turned to him and said. "Son, please tell me what is going on. I can tell you haven't eaten in a while. You keep looking behind us like you are afraid we are being followed.

Maybe I can help you."

He started crying. I handed him a handkerchief. He dried his eyes and looked up at me. "I am sorry. I should never have come with you. I just had to get away. My father told me I had to sell myself to some of his friends or he would sell me to some black pimps. I said I would do his friends today. When he fell asleep I ran away. I don't know what to do. I have no money. I just can't go back."

He started weeping again. He sobbed and looked at me. "Please don't make me go back."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty. He has held me prisoner since my mother died three years ago. He wouldn't let me finish school or get a job or anything. He tore up most of my clothes and made me wear my brother's old things."

"Are you a girl?"

"Yes, I am."

"Do you have any relatives at all in this area?"

"No, my father is the only kin I have. He is not my real father, he is dead too. Let me stay with you, I can help your wife around the house, do all the housework and cleaning and cooking. I don't eat much and I can sleep in the garage or someplace."

"I don't have a wife, she died a couple of years ago. When we get home we can find out what your options are. Do you think he will be looking for you?"

"I don't think he will look long. Too much like work. He is way behind in all the bills and the house payment too. He already got an eviction notice. I am afraid of him though."

"What is your name, young lady?"

"Susanna, everybody calls me Susie though."

"OK, Susie, Do you want to go fishing or would you rather go to my place and see what we can figure out."

"I like your boat but I am a little nervous about it because I can't swim." I quickly opened a locker and got out a life preserver and helped her into it. It was a bad fit with the jacket and I suggested she take it off. She giggled and said, "I can't, I have nothing on under it. I just wanted to get away while I had a chance, Mister."

"Oh! I think we need to go to my house and get rid of the boat and find you something to wear. OK?"

"Yes, Sir." 

It was just noon when we finished unhooking, washing off, and straightening up the boat. I took her in the house and led her to my spare bedroom. I dragged out a box of old clothes that had belonged to my late wife and old her to dig through them and see if anything would fit. I showed her the bathroom and the soap and shampoo. I told her to look for me in the family room when she was through.

About an hour later I heard her and looked up. Wow! She looked much better. She was not really pretty because of her face. It looked as if her nose had been broken and not set and a lip badly cut and not sewn up. Her hair was in a long, long braid down to her knees. She had on shorts and a T-shirt. Her little nipples poked out the shirt, but not very far. She looked clean and much happier. 

"I got sandwiches out of the cooler and we can eat them in the kitchen. OK?"

She smiled and she looked very nice. "I would like that, Mister."

"Hey! Let's get off that 'Mister' thing right now. Call me Jim, or James, if you angry with me. OK?"

"Yes, Jim. You have been so nice to me I don't think I could ever be angry with you."

"You never know, I can be pretty mean sometimes."

For the first time I was getting good look at this girl. She was very, very thin. It didn't appear that she had been eating regularly. I took her hand and pulled her into the kitchen. I said, "It is time you started earning your keep. My sink has some dishes in it that need to be taken care of, do you know how to use a dishwasher?"

"I have never used one, could you show me what I need to do?"

I checked her out on all the kitchen equipment. I told her to sit at the little kitchen table where I ate all the time and placed one of the sandwiches in front of her with a glass of milk. She looked up at me and a tear ran from her eyes, "Thank you Jim, no man ever served me before."

I grinned at her, "Don't get to liking it too much, it may never happen again. Please eat very slowly so you do not get sick. Don't feel you have to eat it all, there will always be plenty of food for you here." She cried some more. I sat and ate my sandwich with her. I got her to eat slowly and savor the flavors of the different things in the sandwich as she chewed each bite. I asked her to see if she could tell me what all the ingredients were. She did pretty well. She said she hadn't had a glass of milk in years. She had forgotten how good it was. 

"Sue, you told me you could cook. What do you know how to cook?"

"To be honest, not very much, but I learn very fast. I used to love to watch the cooking shows on TV until Dad sold it for beer money. I can make omelets, hamburgers, and any thing from a box or, for that matter, I am very good at following directions. If I have the recipes and the ingredients, I can make it."

"That sounds great. If you feel up to it you can make dinner for us tonight. Look in the refrigerator, and the freezer, and in the pantry, over there, and see if there is anything that you can come up with. Also if you have favorite things you like to fix and we don't have the things you need to make them, start a list. There is paper and a pencil over there on that board. Now, I see you have eaten over half of your sandwich, are you still hungry?"

"Not really, It was very good wasn't it?"

"I can see your eyes drooping a bit young lady. I want you to go take a nap for a while. OK?"

"Yes, Jim, I didn't sleep at all last night."

"I'll call you in a few hours."

While Sue slept I called my fishing buddy Jonas Lambert and he said he was feeling better. I told him about my day and asked if he could come over in a couple of hours and give me some professional advise. Jonas is a renowned Plastic Surgeon specializing in facial reconstruction.

I woke Susie about four and asked her if she would please come out. I had someone I wanted her to meet. She was out in a minute or two. I introduced her to Jonas and told her he was a doctor. He asked her to please step in the kitchen where the light was better. He looked at her face very carefully for about ten minutes from every angle. Then he grinned at her, "Who would you like to look like? Brittany Spears?"

"Me, look like that?"

"If that is what you want. If I fix your nose and your lips, and if you get a little meat on your bones, perhaps a breast augmentation, you are going to be beautiful anyway."

"I have no money."

"Each year I do ten free operations on girls, because my wife suffered for ten years with a face so bad she had to wear a mask at all times. Yours is not that bad but I know you suffer every time you look in a mirror."

"I just don't look at myself any more." She turned and looked at me, "Why, why are you doing this for me?"

"I really don't know, except that I can see a lovely, sweet girl who has had a life of hell and I guess I just had to try and rescue you."

"I will never be able to thank you enough."

"If you are happy, and have a good life, that will be thanks enough. OK?"

Susie started crying.

Jonas said, "Hey! Sweetheart don't do that or you will have old Jim here weeping too! He can't stand girls crying."

"He is not old, don't say that!"

"Yes he is. He is almost as old as dirt. But I don't know of a finer man anywhere. I never try to keep up with him, he runs five miles every day."

"Why thank you Jonas, that was nice of you to say that."

"Where is my money, you said you would give me ten bucks if I said that."

Susie was giggling by then. I loved to see the girl laugh or smile.

After Jonas left she said she was going to fix dinner, what time did I like to eat. I told her I usually ate about six or seven, but that I was pretty flexible about it. I heard her rambling around in the drawers and cupboards. I walked in and asked if I could tell her where something was. 

She smiled at me and said, "No! If I have to look for it I'll remember better where it is and where to put it when I am through with it. You have everything! This is fun for me, I love it. This house is just like a TV show or a movie. Everything is perfect."

"Call me if you need me."

I watched the news and was pleased when she came in the family room and sat on the couch with me. She asked if she could get me a beer or something. I said I was going to fix myself a highball and asked if she would like one. She looked at me and said she didn't know what that was. I got up and walked to the little wet bar. I filled two glasses with ice and measured a double shot of Captain Morgan in one and a very short shot in the other. I got a half a lemon out of the little refrigerator and squeezed some in each glass. I added water and handed her the weak one. I watched as she took a tentative sip from her glass. She looked up and smiled, "Mmmm, that is good, very tasty." 

I grinned, "Have you ever had liquor before?"

"No, my dad wouldn't waste it on me. It won't make me drunk and mean like it did him will it?"

"I don't think so, I made yours pretty weak. If you start to feel it make you dizzy or anything don't drink any more. I never drink more than one a night. I hate getting drunk. And I do not like being around drunks." She looked at me and put the drink down. 

"I don't want to like it. Do you have something non-alcoholic I could have. Something not too sweet. I don't like Cokes."

"There is a gallon jug of lemonade in the refrigerator in the kitchen. It is sugar free, made with real lemons and artificial sweetener. See if you like that." She jumped up and I heard her pour the drink down the sink and she was back shortly with a full glass.

"I love this, you will have to teach me how to make this. Do you drink a lot of it?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. The next jug I make will be orangeade. Then there is a peach flavored powdered drink I like too!" 

We watched the weather, looked good for tomorrow. Sue got up and went and checked on dinner. She was gone a while then she called and said dinner was ready.

She had the plates on the table and told me to sit down and she would bring the food. She brought a plate with hamburger patties, a plate of French fries and two small salads of lettuce and tomato slices. There was a gob of garlic mayo for a dressing. I served my plate and passed things to her as I was through with them. 

I tried the meat patty and was surprised at how tasty it was, it was delicious. The fries were nice and crispy and the salad was excellent. I told her she was now the chief cook and dish washer in my house. She smiled at me and said, "I am really glad you liked it. I saw it on a cooking show a couple years ago." 

"And you remember it now?"

"Sure, I can write down any recipes I have seen on any show. I remember them all."

"Do you remember a recipe for Grouper?"

"Oh! My, yes I do. Several of them. One was on Emeril Live for Grilled Grouper. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yes, I wonder how close it is to mine."

"OK. It is an old Louisiana recipe.

It has 4 Tablespoons of melted butter

3 Cloves of garlic, minced

1 Tablespoon finely grated Parmesan

1 Tablespoon Essence

4 Tablespoons olive oil

1 3 ½ to 4 pound Grouper, fillets removed, scales 

Intact

¼ Cup finely chopped fresh herbs such as tarragon,

Thyme, basil or chives.

Do you want the ingredients for the Essence too? Or the cooking directions?"

"No, Sweetheart, that is fine."

"I know about five more Grouper recipes if you want them."

"Do you remember everything you see?"

"Oh! No. Only things I want to remember, unless it is written down, then I remember it."

"Very interesting. I wish I could do that."

"I like to remember special nice things, like how nice you were to me today in your boat. I ruined your whole day of fishing and you were still sweet and as nice as can be. I will never forget that."

"Let me help you clean up and we can sit down and talk some more."

"No way. You go sit down and let the chief cook and dishwasher handle it."

When she came and sat down I could see she was tired again. I told her we would buy her a few more things in the morning. I told her to go to bed and get some rest. She left and I heard the shower running. A few minutes later she came in the room and said, "Jim, may I kiss you good night?"

I stood and said "Sure Sweetie, come on over." She pulled my face to hers and gave me a sweet, sweet kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, I haven't had a goodnight kiss since my mother died."

"You can have one every night, Dear girl, sleep well!" 

The next morning after a very nice breakfast and my run we went to town to Wal-Mart and bought her every thing I could think of she needed, jeans, shorts, undies, tops, swim suit. sneakers, a nice dress or two, heels, flats, and lots of other stuff. Then I gave her fifty dollars to spend on personal things and told her to meet me in the grocery section. She was there in short order and helped me pick up things for a bunch of dishes she wanted to fix for me.

The next several months were very educational for both of us. I learned she was a very talented person, often in unexpected fields. She was an accomplished automotive mechanic. She had ten years of experience working for her stepfather in his repair shop, the last three years she had done most of the work herself. She had a beautiful voice and loved to sing while she worked. She could sing any Country song you could think of. I showed her how to use my computer and in two months she was teaching me better ways to do things. 

We never fussed or had any friction between us. She put on weight and her face and body filled out in all the right places. She would run with me in the mornings for about half my distance. She was a complete delight to be around. She was receptive to anything I told her and if she didn't agree she would think about it for a bit then tell me her opinion. She was correct in her ideas most of the time. Her most, to me, amazing talent was her ability to diagnose engine problems by just listening to them. I never saw her miss in her solution to the problem with a engine.

The first time I ran across this ability of hers was one morning I was trying to get my lawn tractor to run. It would start OK, but it would stall when I added power. I started it for the tenth time when she came into the garage and listened to it run for a second. She said, "Your plug wires need to be replaced, and probably the plugs too! You are getting cross firing when you add power." I stared at her for a moment. She turned and went back in the house. I remembered I had several plug wires left from a six cylinder kit I had to buy to fix my old four cylinder jeep. I changed the wires and the damned tractor purred like a kitten. She opened the kitchen door and grinned at me for a second and went back in. Later I came to almost believe she could lay her hands on an engine and it would be healed.

She went to work on my old wreck of a Jeep. It hadn't run right in years. She removed the engine and I helped her rebuild it. I was good for lifting things and going for parts I guess. She rebuilt the transmission and transfer case. She did things to the running gear too. When it was done we went for a ride. I couldn't believe how well it ran. She said she would do the body work next. She did.

I fell in love with her. I didn't want to. I hated the way I lusted after her. I knew it would never be. I was twenty five years older the she was. I knew she didn't know how I felt. It was a problem I struggled with mightily.

Finally Jason called one morning and asked me to bring Susie to his office for an examination in preparation for her operation. We went two days later and I sat in the waiting room most of the day. Jonas called me in his office.

Sue was sitting in a chair and smiled at me when I entered. 

Jonas said, "I wanted to go over our plans with you. We have come up with this picture of what we can do for her face. He hit a key on his computer keyboard an a large screen monitor came on with a picture of Susie, she was beautiful, her lips were smooth and her nose was straight and very cute. She had some scars around her eyes that were gone too! Then Jonas discussed it with us. I had met his wife, Savanna, many times. She was a really gorgeous woman.

He hit another key and her picture came on the screen. She was nude from the waist up. What a beautiful face and body. He hit a key again and another picture came on. It was the same pose but in this one she only had half a face an only part of one breast. She looked really hideous. "This is what my wife looked like when I met her." I couldn't believe him. Wow!

I looked at Susie she was crying. I placed my hand over hers. She looked at me. "How can he do that?"

"Susie, this is what he does. He makes girls beautiful again."

Jonas just grinned and showed us a picture of Susie nude. Her body was not very feminine. Her breasts were very small being mostly just nipples. Her waist and hips and her legs were very nice. She had little or no ass.




Transformation



Jonas hit another key and the screen showed her with a nice bust and a cute fanny.

"I love it!" Susie exclaimed. "Will I really look like that?"

Jason grinned, "Exactly like that."

Susie jumped up and kissed him, "When?"

"Next week, if is OK with you. Monday at six o'clock in the morning. You will be overnight in the hospital. Then in bed at home for a couple of days. Savanna and I would like you guys, or at least Susie to stay with us for a couple of days so we can keep a close eye on her."

I looked at Susie and she nodded, I said "Great, how can I ever thank you for this."

"I'll get my thanks when I see her when the bandages come off." When we got home she was very tired. I ordered Chinese Take-out delivered. She loved Chinese food. After dinner she sat right next to me on the couch. She looked up at me and said, "I'm scared, I have never been in a hospital before."

"Sweetie, I will be there with you all the time. I will never be far away from you."

"Please hold me now. I need to feel you hug me."

I had her turn around and pulled her gently to my chest. I pulled an Afghan off the back of the couch and wrapped it around her. She placed her head on my shoulder and trembled. I held her close and my nose was in her sweet smelling hair. I brushed my lips across her forehead. She sighed and snuggled closer to me. She stopped shaking and soon was asleep. 

I managed to get up and I carried her to her bed. I took her sandals off and pulled the covers over her and kissed her lips as she slept. A sweet mile came over her face. It made me want to cry she was so sweet.

We went to Jonas's house Sunday evening and took he and his wife, Savanna out for dinner at a very nice place they recommended. Susie teased and cajoled until she got me out on the dance floor. Luckily the band played a whole set of slow numbers. She put her head on my shoulder and danced very close to me. I had a very difficult time trying to keep from getting an erection and embarrassing myself. I thought about everything but this sweet girl in my arms. It didn't work a hundred percent but I thought it had worked until we were walking back to the table and she said, "Thank you for dancing with me. I loved it. Especially when you got excited."

I didn't know what to say. Thankfully Jason said he thought we should get to bed early. I hugged and kissed her before she went to bed and told her I would be there with her tomorrow.

At the hospital I was able to sit for a while with her after she was prepped and waiting to go to the operating room. She looked at me and said, "Jim, I love you. I want you to know that, just in case." Then she patted my hand and said, "Don't cry, you told me everything would be fine, I believe you."

"It will be just perfect, I promise."

I sweated it out for the whole day, it was getting dark when Jason walked in and sat beside me. He grabbed my arm and said, "Jim, every thing went really well. As well as any I have ever done. She is going to be just fine. She will be sedated all night. We will check on her first thing in the morning. Do you want to ride home with me?"

"If it is alright I will just sit here beside her. I promised her I would be with her and I must be here if she wakes up."

"Jim, she won't wake up."

"She might."

"I'll see you in the morning."

I held her little hand all night long and talked softly to her most of the time. I told her how much I loved her and admired her. I thought I felt her squeeze my hand several times. In the morning Jason was there and told me Susie would be busy for about an hour and for me to go get some breakfast. I was back in half an hour and she was eating breakfast through a straw. All I could see of her face was her eyes and her hair. What had I done to her. I got up and went to the men's room and washed my face. I went back and she waved at me. I went to her and picked up her hand and kissed it. She held my hand tightly. I asked if she was in pain. She squeezed my hand once.

"Is one squeeze for yes, two for no?"

One squeeze answered me. She squeezed once more. "What?"

"Do you hate me for putting you through this?"

Two squeezes a pause, two more squeezes a pause then two more squeezes."

"No. No. No."

One squeeze.

"You know I love you, sweetheart."

One squeeze a pause, another squeeze a pause, another squeeze.

"Yes, yes, yes."

I saw her eyes drooping and I asked if she wanted to sleep a little bit. 

One squeeze.

"I'll be here for you when you wake up."

One squeeze.

I held her hand again that night and was there when she woke up in the morning. I got breakfast while her bandages were changed. The new bandages were much smaller and I could see her lips. There were a few stitches visible but she could talk a little. I could see a stitch or two around her eyes and she still had a large bandage over her nose. Her chest was heavily bandaged too.

She put her hand on her chest and said it hurt. 

"It will be better each day until the pain will be nothing but a bad memory and you will have beautiful breasts." She tried to smile but the pain in her lips quickly stopped her.

I took her hand and kissed it again. She said "Thank you."

The next day after the dressings were changed again we went to Jason's house to spend two days. Jason checked her out and changed her dressings. He told me to stop on the way home and buy her three or four inexpensive bras. Size 34 C. He said the cup size might change slightly in a few weeks. He wanted her to wear them with the breasts lifted as high as was bearable for Susie. She was to wear the bras at all times for two weeks after that only when she was up and about. He wanted to see her again in one week at his office. I took her home the next morning. She was happy to be home. I had to be strict with her to keep her off her feet. That evening she looked strained and I foolishly asked her how her breasts felt. She snapped back, "Like some son of a bitch shoved two water balloons under my skin on my chest. Just so some guy can get his jollies playing with them."

I didn't know what to say so I went to my room and got ready for bed. A few minutes later there was a knock at my door. "Yeah!" I yelled. The door opened and she ran to me holding her arms under her breasts to help support them. She was crying. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean it. I need your goodnight kiss or I won't be able to sleep."

"Well little girl, you better get used to being without them. When you have your beautiful body all healed up, there will be young men swarming around wanting your kisses. You will find a very special and very lucky guy and want only his kisses. Then you will leave me and go off with him."

"No I won't."

She turned and started for the door. 

I said, "Don't I get my kiss tonight?"

She turned and glared at me. Then a little smile started and she came to me and put her arms around my neck and pressed herself to me as she kissed me for a long time. I wanted to hug her to me but I was afraid to for several reasons.

She looked up at me and asked, "Do I feel any different?"

"Baby, you sure do, does it feel different to you?" 

"I am not sure of how it feels, I'm till sore and numb, I think I am going to like the way they feel though."

"I know it is going to make you feel more like a woman should feel about herself, proud of her body and proud to be a sexy looking woman, knowing all the men want her."

"Is that the way you want me to feel?"

"How I feel is not important, I am not in the game."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I guess 'Game' was a poor choice of words. I guess I should have said I cannot compete for your love. I am not in the game."

"Why not?"

"I am way too old for you, you need and deserve a young virile lover and husband. Not an old used up man who could probably never please you."

Are you saying that you want me to start dating young guys when I am healed up?"

"Sue, that is a decision you will have to make on your own. OK?"

"Now I have a paper I want you to sign. Right here. Good! This is yours"

"What is this?"

"The title to your Jeep."

"My Jeep?"

"Sure, it was a piece of junk and you fixed it up, it is yours. I have paid the insurance for a year so you don't have to worry about that."

"Really, you are giving me the Jeep!"

"It's yours. Do what you want with it. You need something to get around in don't you?"

"James, what am I going to do with you?" She turned and ran from the room. Why was she angry with me now?

In the morning we drove to see Jonas for her last check up and the removal of the last bandages. The nurse removed the bandages from her chest, by now the bandages were very light and fit under her bra. Jason asked me to come in his office while he removed the last bandages from her face. Her back was to me and he took the last bandage from her face and held a mirror in front of her. I heard a gasp from her. Jonas was grinning. I slipped out of the door and sat in the waiting room. I sat in a chair and leaned forward. I put my elbows on my knees and rested my face on my hands. How long I was that way I don't know. I just knew my perfect life was over.

I heard her heels click as she walked up to me. "Take me home now Jim. Please."

I looked up at her. She was absolutely gorgeous just as I knew she would be.

She went right to her room and stayed there for a long time. She came out in a robe and fixed dinner. She called me and said my dinner was ready. She had not fixed a plate for herself. I looked at her and she said, "I have a dinner date tonight." Later I heard her heels clicking down the hall. I looked up. She was stunning. Simply stunning. She walked to me and bent over and brushed my cheek with her lips. "Good night, Don't wait up for me." About that time the door bell rang. I saw a very handsome young man greet her as she left.

I went to my little office and did some paper work. Then I called Jonas. He answered right away, I said, "Hi! Buddy. You did a wonderful job on Susie. I don't know how to thank you. Can you do another favor for me?"

"Sure, anything, you know that."

"I am going away for awhile. You won't be able to reach me. I am sending you a check book. There is fifty thousand dollars in that account. Dole it out to Susie as she needs it. All the household bills are paid six months in advance.

I have also enclosed a combination to my office safe. In case I die every thing goes to Susie. Thank you my dear friend, G'bye." I heard him talking as I hung up. My truck was already packed and I was out the door as the phone started to ring.

Several months later I was sitting on the porch of my little get-a-way in the Keys. A little tiny shack on a canal on the ocean side. I couldn't remember how long I had been sitting there. I had no reason to move. There was nothing I wanted to do. I might try to catch a fish for dinner. I knew that if I did catch one I would just let him go. I just didn't eat anymore. I decided to read some because I was bored. I hadn't run in two months, no point in it. I picked up a book about the history of Monroe County, Florida. This was a good day, I read almost half a page before I put it down. I was tired and wanted to sleep.

I didn't sleep well either. I kept dreaming of Susie and knew that was a lost cause, couldn't help it though. I threw the book across the room and screamed, "The Hell with It! I'm going home in the morning." I fell on the bed and knew nothing till morning. I was out of clean clothes because I hadn't washed in a while. I walked out and climbed in the truck. Ten hours later I pulled in my driveway and pushed the garage door opener. The garage was empty. I let myself in the house and found and opened a can of Beanie Weenies. I ate them cold out of the can. I needed a bath but I couldn't stop myself from looking in Susie's room. Empty, very empty, dresser and closet empty. I found a bottle of rum and fixed myself a little drink , just to steady my nerves. Bull shit, I was so steady now I could hardly move. I hit the bed and knew nothing again until morning. I got up and fixed myself a cup of coffee for a change. I needed to think. I knew only one thing. Life was nothing without that girl in it. I knew that could never be. Where did that leave me. Was it time to end it all? First I needed to find out if Susie was doing all right, that she had had no complications from her operation. I called Jonas at his office and was told he was not in that day. I tried his house. No answer there. I would try later. I tried every half hour or so. Finally I got him about six o'clock. "Hi! It's me, Jim. How are you?"

"Jim, is it really you?"

"Yeah! I guess so."

"Where are you Buddy, I need to talk to you."

"What, is Susie alright?"

"No, she is not doing well at all."

"What is wrong. How can I help?"

"Can you make it over here. Susie is here staying with us."

"I am on my way."

I jumped in the shower and had a quick shave while the hot water sprayed over me. I found clean clothes. I took off, forcing myself to drive the speed limit. When I got to his house Savanna opened the door. She looked startled, "Jim, is that you."

"Yes, why?"

"I didn't recognize you, you look terrible."

She turned and led me in the house. "Jason will be right down. He is checking on Susie."

"How is she, what is wrong with her?" Jason came down the stairs and looked strangely at me. "Are you OK, Jim?"

"I guess I have been a little off my feed lately. How is Susie?'

"Susie has a serious problem. She has fallen hopelessly in love with a guy who won't give her the time of day. She moons over him all the time, won't eat, can't sleep, just sits around like a bump on a log. Nothing interests her. She is loosing all the weight you put on her. She tried dating other guys but all she could think about was him. Didn't work at all." 

I exploded, "What the hell is wrong with this guy, can't he see she is the sweetest, smartest and most beautiful girl in the world, he must be nuts. Who is he, I'll straighten him right out."

"Can you do that?"

"Sure, I'll do anything to make her happy."

"Is that a promise?"

"Hell yes. Where is he?"

He grabbed my shoulders and twisted me around. "That's him, right there."

"Where, I see nothing but a mirror."

"Right, you are looking at the man she loves with all her heart."

I thought my heart would stop beating. "ME!"

"Yes you, she loves you and only you."

He yelled, "Susie, come down here, I have someone here you want to see."

She came to the top of the stairs and stared down at me.

"Jimmy, Oh! Jimmy is that really you?"

We met half way and kissed each other. I couldn't get enough of her kisses. She pulled back and we looked at each other. She looked drawn and thin, I guess I was no better because she cried and said, "Jim, what have you done to yourself. You look terrible. When did you eat last?"

"I don't remember. How about you?" She grinned, "I don't know either. Just kiss me and tell me you won't leave me again, ever. I love you and I always will."

"Dear little girl, I have learned that I can not live with out you in my life. I will do anything to keep you there."

"Will you marry me?"

"Hell yes! Any time, anyplace." I felt a little weak and Sue led me to a couch. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes Sweetheart, I am just so happy and excited I can't breath."

"Well, you just calm down. When you feel up to it I want you to drive me home. On the way I want to stop at the seafood market. I want to buy a bushel basket of oysters for your dinner. I do not plan on letting you out of bed for several days."

"I don't think I am going to need the oysters. Just looking at you has me very aroused right now."

She reached down and said, "Oh! Yes indeed you are." She looked at Jason and Savanna, "Would you let us use the room I was in for a while?"

They giggled and Savanna said, "I thought Jason would never stop at a Motel on our wedding night. I think we drove half way to Miami."

"Darlin', it was only three miles from here."

"I just know that when we girls are hot it is time to find a bed, right Susie?"

"Right, come with me lover. I am really hot right now."

"Could you wait until I drive us home? Once I get you in bed our several days will start."

"Wait here and I'll get my things I will need. We can get the rest later. Please let this not be a dream and be here when I get back."

"I will be here."

It was a long, long drive home, all fifteen minutes of it. When we were home she ran in her room with her bag. "I'll meet you in your bedroom in a minute!" she called. I turned down the bed and undressed down to my boxers. I heard her heels on the wooden hall floor. Then I saw her. She took my breath away. She wore a push up ¼ bra that didn't cover her proud nipples. She had on a matching garter belt and sheer little panties and stockings . She was exquisite. Sexy as all hell too! I took her in my arms and kissed her gently, trying to restrain my urge to rip her clothes right off her and throw her on the bed.

She mewed softly as we kissed, then I felt her little hands slip down and start pushing down my boxer shorts. I felt them fall around my feet. I pushed her back looked at her. "Everything looks so good I don't know where to start. She pushed me 'til I was sitting on the bed and stepped between my legs and pushed a long hard nipple in my mouth. Oh! Was it ever good. I cupped a breast in each hand and kissed and sucked each nipple in turn. Back and forth. She was moaning softly and I felt her wiggle as she worked her panties down. I pulled her down over me and kissed her sweet lips again. Then I knew I had to hurry or I would finish way ahead of her. I had no idea of how close she was to an orgasm. I pushed her on her back and moved down and spread her legs. She watched my every move. I looked at her little pussy. Her inner lips barely showed. They looked damp. I spread her vulva with my thumbs and parted her delicate flowerlike lips with my tongue. I tasted her sweet juices for the first time. She raised on her arms and watched me. "Oh! My! God! That is wonderful, I love how that feels. Ahaaaa yes, yes, yes!" She was vibrating now. Softly moaning as she flopped back and shut her eyes. I savored each part inside her pussy I could reach. Then I searched for and found her clitoris. It was right where it was supposed to be, hidden by a little hood of flesh and skin. She froze for a second as I sucked it into my lips. Then she yelped and squealed with joy, gently pulling my head against her sex. She purred, "I love it, love it, love it, yes, yes, oh yes, I love that." I lifted myself up over her and rubbed the head, of my cock between her nether lips. Then I pressed forward gently. I slipped in a little ways and found a resistance, I pulled back and then went forward, there it was again. I looked up at her, "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, I was waiting for you."

I kissed her again and thrust forward again a little harder and felt the resistance disappear. I slipped in further. I pulled back and pressed ahead, this time I felt my pubes hit her pelvis. I was all the way in. She shuddered and clawed at my back. She was throwing her head from side to side. I told her I loved her and asked if she was alright. "Oh! Yes, This is more wonderful than I had expected. Please don't stop."

I thrust slowly in and out. I could feel my climax rising and knew I didn't have long. I started moving faster and harder in and out of her. I was on the edge and I asked her where she wanted me to cum. 

"Inside me, I want your seed inside me, I want your babies, Oh! Yes I Do."

"Here I am." I filled her vagina with ropes of hot slippery cum. I raised on my arms, my shrinking penis still inside her. She had a beautiful sweet smile on her face as she looked up at me. "I love you. That was just wonderful. When can we do that again?" I dropped down beside her and hugged her to me. She rained kisses on my face. I felt hot tears on my face and pushed her up. She was crying. "Oh! Baby, did I hurt you badly?"




Transformation



"No it was only a tiny pain that went right away. I am crying because you are so wonderful and I love you so much."

I held her for a while then she got up and went to my bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth and a towel. She washed me and cleaned my penis. Then she kissed him. 

She smiled at me, "I love him, I have to take care of him so he is always ready to go. Would you like something to eat? I have to take care of my man so he is ready too."

"That would be very nice, suddenly I am hungry."

"Me too. What would you like, I think we have frozen Lasagna and a small Eggplant Parmesan." 

"Sounds great Lover. I want to talk to you while dinner is cooking. You better put a robe or something on. I can't think when those gorgeous tities are jiggling around all the time. I really love them."

"Me too! You were right about how they make me feel. I still look in the mirror and can't believe it is me." I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Even I thought I looked like death warmed over. Bloodshot eyes with dark bags under them. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I slipped on a old pair of house shorts and walked to the kitchen the microwave was humming and two fresh glasses of lemonade were on the table.

I heard her clicking down the hall. She walked in wearing nothing but an apron and high heeled sandals. Delicious. Yummy. Delectable. I felt my penis come to life. She walked to me and bent over and kissed my lips. "I love you Dearest! Oh! My, what is that down there?"

"Baby, if you walk around like that you can count on me having a hard on."

"Really? This will be my favorite outfit then."

"Do you always wear heels now?"

"I love them and I never wore them before. I am trying to be more confident in them. I am trying to develop what Jason calls the 'heel first slut strut'."

"I think you have it going pretty good right now." She looked at me with love in her eyes and smiled. "Just for you, my love. Only for you."

The microwave went ding! Susie got two plates from the cupboard and then got the food from the oven. We were both ravenous and finished quickly. 

"Apple pie with chocolate ice-cream on top?"

"You bet Dear."

"I love that!"

"What?"

"When you call me Dear or Sweetheart, or Baby Girl. When you say it with love in your voice it makes me tingle down to my toes."

I felt tears in my eyes and had to get a piece of paper towel to wipe my eyes. I just grinned at her. She kissed me again and went to the big freezer for our desert. Our first desert I should say because I had another sweet in mind I would eat later.

After the dishes were in the dishwasher I picked her up and carried her to our bed. I had to tell her to stop kissing me until we got to the bed because I couldn't see where I was going. We did make it OK and I dumped her on the bed. She squealed as I grabbed her feet and slipped off her shoes. I kissed and licked both feet kissed my way up her legs switching from one to the other often, and spreading her legs as I worked my way towards her sweet pussy. I loved the soft satiny feel of the smooth skin of her inner thigh. I pushed up and covered her whole little pussy with my mouth and just tried to slurp it all in my mouth. I worked my mouth open as far as could and slurped on her again, she must have liked it because she pulled my head hard against her. 

Then she said, "Please come up and let me taste your sweet lips. I don't know what you do to me down there but it sure feels good, but is not fair I get all the sweet loving. Teach me how to please you too." She pushed me on my back and moved down to kiss my cock and examine it carefully. She looked up at me and smiled. "This is the first one I have ever been able to play with all I wanted. I love to touch it. And kiss it. I know you want me to take it in my mouth and suck on it. Where does it feel the best? Mmmmm. I love the way you taste and smell. It is so damned sexy. I just love to rub him all over my face. What a lovely thing he is. May I feel your balls? I know they are very tender. Can I suck gently on them too? Oh! Your ball sack is shrinking up. Look at that! Does your cock feel good when I stroke my hands over it? Get it slippery with my mouth! Oh! That's fun for me too! I love doing that. I like the way he feels when he is all slippery in my hands and mouth. You like it when I rub my tongue over and around the head of it don't you Darling. You are going to cum! Let me get my lips around it first. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Wow! I didn't think my mouth would hold it all so I just swallowed it down. It tastes good. I want some more. Did I please you a little?"

"No!" I saw her head droop. "Not a little, dear Baby Girl, a whole lot. I loved every second of it. There is nothing you do to me I don't love. Your touch and your kisses tingle through my whole body. No one has ever effected me like this before. Let me kiss those lovely nipples and then I'll finish what I started right after dinner."

"Jimmy, Sweetheart, I would just love to cuddle with you and be able to touch and snuggle to you all night long. I am tired and sleepy." 

"I'm sorry Dear, I just love touching and making love to you I can't get enough. I am exhausted too! I got up and checked the doors and turned out all the lights. I held my Baby Girl in my arms all night long. It was the best night's sleep I had in months. 

I awoke in the morning and found her snuggled up to my back, I was very happy. After breakfast we talked for hours. She asked if I would take her back to the coast to look for her step father. I told her that I would. I was so in love with her I would have taken her to the moon if she had asked. We fixed a lunch and I told her we had two places to stop before we went to the coast. She was surprised when I stopped at the courthouse and we got our wedding licenses. She just grinned all the way to our next stop. It was a jewelry store. The owner was an old buddy. He couldn't believe this child agreed to marry me. I couldn't either.

She wouldn't let me spend what I wanted for a ring. She picked a moderately priced ring set. I slipped the engagement ring on her finger before we left the store. She stopped me just outside the store and kissed me. She was crying. She looked at me, "I love you Jimmy, God how I love you." She admired the ring on her finger all the way to the coast. She directed me to her old home. The shop was closed and boarded up. She said, "I think I know where he will be." She directed me to a Bar about a mile away. She said, "Pull over here and park. She jumped out and walked to a guy sitting in the shade of a dumpster. She stood and looked at him. I got out and stood behind her with my hand on her shoulder. She looked back at me and smiled. "Dad, It's me Susie. Wake up."

He slowly looked up at her. He looked for a long time.

"You aren't Susie."

"Yes I am. How are you doing. I just want you to see me now. Look at me. This is the man I am going to marry. I am beautiful and very happy now in spite of what you did to me.

She looked at me, "Give him three dollars for something to eat. If you give him more he will buy booze or beer. Goodbye, Dad. I hope you are happy." 

"Jees! Susie, I could sell you for a grand or better the way you look now." 

"Take a good look. I will not look for you again. You have what you deserve. Let's go Jim." I opened the door for her and we drove off. I looked over and she was crying. I stopped and turned around. I parked and entered the dinner across the street. I talked to the owner. He knew Susie's dad. He wanted to know if the girl he saw was Susie. I said that it was. He said, "Holy Shit, she is beautiful." I gave him a check for two hundred and fifty dollars to feed Susie's dad for a month. No booze just food. I told him to call me when the money ran out, and gave him my number. We drove to Jason's house and Savanna greeted Susie like a long lost friend, They hugged and kissed each other. Savanna kissed me too! She grinned at me, "Please take Jason fishing again real soon. It is the only thing that really relaxes him." 

I smiled. "Only if you and Susie will go with us."

Both girls clapped their hands and said that was the best idea they had ever heard. I told her Susie and I were engaged and Susie showed Savanna her ring. She insisted we get married at her house She told Susie to name the day, but to give her a weeks notice.

We were married two weeks later. It was a small ceremony, perhaps fifty people there. We went on a months honeymoon. We really bonded while we were away. Neither of us could stand for the other to be out of their sight for more than a few seconds. We told each other everything. If one of us itched the other scratched it.

She finally told me about how her step-father had started abusing her shortly after her mother died. He told her it was her duty to satisfy him sexually. He would only use her rectum. He told her no one was to touch her vagina because some men would pay big money to fuck a virgin. This lasted for years. She had hated herself because she had come to enjoy his screwing her ass. I told her that she had no control over the situation and was not at fault. I told her I would never hurt her that way. She smiled at me and said she would love any way I wanted to make love to her. She said she knew I would never hurt her. 

We did everything, went fishing, sometimes we just went cruising and sightseeing. I took her places I had been before, I had to remember she had never been anywhere. I got her a digital camera and she became very proficient with it. Her pictures were excellent. She had lot's of memory cards and waited until we got home to print them out on our computer. She also put them on CDs.

Then one day after we were home and all settled in, she came to me and said, "Honey, I want you to know my period is way late."

I looked into those beautiful eyes, "Got your fingers crossed?"

"Yes, I sure do."

"Which way?"

"You know I want your baby."

"I'll run down to Wal-Mart and get an IPT."

"What is that?"

"An Instant Pregnancy Test."

The IPT showed she was pregnant. I called Jason and got him to recommend an OB/GYN guy. I called and got a appointment. Susie liked the woman doctor he sent us to. She confirmed that Susie was indeed pregnant. The doctor, at Susie's insistence let me stay in the room during her pelvic exam. She said she had nothing to hide from me and wanted me to know everything. I think she was a little frightened because she had never even been near someone who was pregnant. The Doctor enrolled us in birthing and child care classes. She advised us not to go out and buy cribs and stuff. But to finish the classes first. 

We went home and just sat and cuddled for hours watching TV and grinning at each other. She would look up at me and ask questions I couldn't answer, like, when would she start lactating, How long before she started showing. I told her to just wait, I had an idea. 

I called Savanna and asked her if she had any friends who were pregnant and further along than Susie. She said she did and would see if the girl would go along with my plan. She would call me back.

She called back and gave me a number. I sat and held my wife and told her my plan. Savanna's friend was about five years older than Susie and had a two year old boy and was about six months pregnant. She had agreed to take Susie under her wing and let her come to her house and learn what she could. If they liked each other Susie could follow along right up to the birth and after so she would know what to expect.

Susie was excited and called her right away. They talked for about an hour. The girl, Jane Busher, lived only a half mile away. Susie said she was going to go over and meet her.

She dressed and left in her Jeep. I was lost without her. I guessed I would get used to it. I knew this was the best way and had known it would be this way when I set it up. After about two hours she called and said Jane was real sweet. She said she would be home about five.

Susie spent several hours every other day with Jane She loved Jane's little boy, Tommy. She couldn't wait to have a baby of her own. Like prospective fathers through the ages I had ambivalent feelings about the baby. On one hand I knew Susie would no longer be exclusively mine, on the other hand I knew I would love my child. By the time Susie's belly was showing a very slight swelling Jane was ready to deliver. Jane had invited Susie to be in the delivery room with her. Jane's Doctor said it would be alright. Susie got the call Jane was headed for the hospital at four o'clock one morning. We rushed to the Hospital and once again I sat in the waiting room. I was far and away the oldest guy there. Then lo and behold a guy who looked older than I walked in. He sat beside me and asked if I were an expectant father. I said not quite yet, I had about five months to go. He said this was his first child, he and his wife were only married a few months. He was terrified. He had just found out his wife had been told it would be dangerous for her to have a baby. She was younger than Susie. He told me she was diagnosed with a condition that made it dangerous when she was six months pregnant. She absolutely refused an abortion.

I talked to him and told him I would have been going crazy in his position. After about two hours a doctor came in and walked up to him with a smile. "Every thing is fine, momma and son are both in great shape, you will be able to see them soon." He collapsed in his chair and wept. I patted his shoulder. Susie came in and smiled at me. She hugged and kissed me. "It's over, she had another boy." She was very happy and I talked to her on the way home. She had loved watching the birth. She laughed about how sick Tom Senior had gotten during the birth. It hadn't bothered her at all. She was actually looking forward to having her baby. She and Jane had talked and joked through the whole thing. She said she wanted to get to bed early because she was going to sit with little Tommy while Tom Senior went to get Jane and their baby. I asked if she wanted me to go with her. She said she would be all right. We were up about six the next morning. She kissed me goodbye and took off in her Jeep. I had told her to take my truck but she didn't. After a couple hours I decided to go and meet her at Jane and Tom's house and see the baby and take her shopping for a new car. The Jeep would not be usable with a baby. 

I knocked on the door and Tom senior opened it, he shook my hand and asked me in. I asked if Susie was there as he took me to his bed room to see the new baby and Jane. I guess the baby was cute, I tried to act as if I thought it was. I asked about Susie again. Jane said that Susie and Tom's brother Sam had gone to the IHOP for breakfast. He looked at his watch and said "They are usually back by now. They should be here any minute."

I said I had things to do. And I left and drove past the IHOP, They were just coming out and I almost ran over them I was so shocked. He was a very handsome young man. They were holding hands. I just drove off. I went home and sat in my chair and stared at the wall. I heard her come in. She came in the room and said "I need to talk to you, Jim."

"I don't think this is a good time. I am not ready to talk right now."

"Jim. I have never lied to you and I never will, I know what you think, you are wrong. I love only you. Please let me tell you about Sam. He is my friend. That is all. I don't love him. I don't want him. You are my man, now and forever. Sam has a big problem and he says I am the only person he knows who can help him."

I had watched her eyes and knew in my heart she meant every word she said. I patted my lap and said, "Sit down and give me a kiss, then tell me all about it." She gave me a long sweet loving kiss. "Sam wants to have the same operation I had. He wants to be a woman. He can't tell Tom. Tom hates homosexuals and cross dressers. He asks me all sorts of question about how the implants feel to me. If I still have full feelings and all that sort of stuff."

"The two of you made a very cute couple holding hands and all. Do you expect me to really believe that story?" She looked at me for a long time.

"Yes, I do."

I saw the tears starting to build in her eyes. I said, "I believe every word you said. I just do not necessarily believe him."

"What?"

"Do Jane or Tom know anything about Mike's sexual quirks?"

"I don't think so." 

"Does he live there?"

"Not all the time, he has an apartment somewhere I think."

"Have you ever seen him in drag, in woman's clothes?"

"No."

"Does he talk about wearing women's clothes?, Shoes?"

"No."

"That doesn't fit the way trannies think or act. They are obsessed with female underwear and clothes. I don't think he wants to play Girl-Girl with you. He wants to play Guy-Girl with you."

She looked at me wide eyed. "Really."

"Yep, there was a case in the papers about a year ago, some guy used the same line and ended up raping two women. I don't recall if they caught him."

"I won't go anywhere with him anymore. Did you see the baby, isn't it the cutest thing you ever saw. So tiny, such tiny little fingers. Oh! Jimmy, I can't wait to have your baby."

"No Dear, our baby. I have something to discuss with you. I know you love your Jeep. But I don't want you driving it anymore. I want to go shopping for a new car for us. You have to have a rear seat to have a baby seat. Jeeps wont work."

"I know, Sweetie, I do love the Jeep, can we keep it too?"

"Oh! I wasn't going to get rid of it. It's yours. The truck is mine, the car will be ours, OK."

"SUV, van, or car?"

"Car I think."

"Foreign or domestic?"

"Up to you kid."

"How much?"

"Under fifty thou."

"I like a Lincoln Towncar in that bracket."

"Me too!"

"Color?"

"White, cooler here in Florida, looks classy too."

"I agree, see Dear we don't have to go shopping, we just need to buy one."

"I have one more thing my sweet baby girl. I don't want you to be alone with Sam anymore, please humor me on this, I love you and you are way too precious for me take any chances."

"Not a problem."

She was till in my lap and I ran my hand up under her little blouse and found she had on a front closure Bra. I popped it open and caressed her breasts. She pressed her lips to mine and her tongue slipped in to play with my tongue. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth. She loved to do that because she knew it excited me. She pulled back, "Take me to bed. I need you. I want you inside me."

Those were words I loved to hear. It was a delightful afternoon.

Now, four months later, I sit beside Susie's bed in the hospital looking down at my daughter in my arms. I am in awe of the miracle of new life and of the beautiful girl who transformed me.



Transformation



The big General Electric CF-6 engine on the 767 droned steadily as it winged its way Westbound, 30,000 feet above the American heartland. Kathy stared out the window, her mind buzzing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Her transition was almost complete, from mousey, prudish housewife, to a total slut. And the adventure at the end of this journey would make it so.

She thought back to how it all began, right after her husband Ken's death. She had married young to a much older man. He was a bastard and had controlled every facet of her life. Because of her youth and having been brought up by strict, over protective parents, she was naive to worldly things, especially anything to do with sex. Ken had contributed little to her enlightenment in that regard, for their once a week sex in the missionary position with little or no foreplay was all he was interested in.

Living with him on their dairy farm, she worked long days, taking care of the house, but also doing many chores around the farm. She had little time for makeup, doing her hair or pampering herself in any way. Her entertainment was limited to the occasional television show and the constant blare of her husband's favorite country music station. Most nights she just fell into bed, dead tired from the long day. Fortunately, no children had blessed their union, a miscarriage and hysterectomy at 18, ten months into the marriage had made sure of that. 

When Ken died, she was at first lost, unable to cope, but somehow made it through the initial shock. Ken had no other family, so the farm was hers, and she was astonished to find out how much it and the livestock were worth. Wanting nothing more to do with it, she put the place up for sale and sold it for a tidy sum. Her marriage to him was a chapter of her life that she wanted to forget.

She was able, with the windfall, to purchase a comfortable house in the suburbs and put away a significant nest egg. With her new independence, she decided to go back to school and take interior design, something she had been interested in for quite awhile, but had never been allowed to pursue. 

After 22 years in a bad relationship, she was finally able to spread her wings and discover things that had previously been taboo. It was soon after she started her classes that she bought a computer and discovered the world of the internet. 

It hadn't taken her long to discover the vast amount of sex related sights. It was there that her transformation had begun. She could hardly believe the variety of sexual activity depicted online. Never in her years of marriage had Ken put his lips anywhere other than on hers and her breasts. And he had never ever suggested that she take his penis in her mouth or up her anus. Looking at pictures and video clips of such activity had certainly opened her eyes. She was embarrassed at first by the feelings of excitement she felt while viewing such images. 

And then she had found the world of chat rooms. Initially she just was a lurker, remaining silent and watching others in their sexual play. She found out quickly, that a woman revealing her self in a chat room had no problem finding someone with which to connect, male or female. She observed this sub culture intently, making herself aware of the subtleties of these places, knowledge being her ally if she was to reveal herself and find pleasure here.

And after a few months of just observing, she did reveal herself. It was a new and exciting experience. She engaged in cyber sex with both men and women, playing roles, trying everything and anything. Soon typing words like, cock and cunt, fuck and suck, which had not been in her vocabulary, became almost second nature to her. She sat before her computer into the wee hours, often masturbating as she enjoyed anonymous sex with cyber partners. The cyber world was so addicting. She was also beginning to discover her inner self that for so many years had been repressed. 

As time passed phone sex became a part of her life. She loved it, hearing the words that before she only read on her computer screen. It was so much more intimate than cyber. She found she was good at it, able to work her phone partners into sexual frenzy. She loved the low animalistic growls of pleasure that they made when they came. She developed quite a reputation, using her online nickname, "Horny Widow", as a phone sex slut. It wasn't, however, until she met Rick, that her journey towards being a complete slut really began. 

Rick was different; she could tell that from the first time they chatted on line. He took time with her, getting to know her feelings, not just using her for "wham bam thank you mam" gratification. They chatted for hours; he cared about her thoughts, her needs, and her desires. The first time she heard his voice, she knew that he was the one that she would take the next step with.

They had been chatting online and on the phone for several months when the opportunity presented itself. He was traveling to a city only an hour and a half from her home on business. He suggested that they meet for dinner and she was more than ready. There was an immediate sexual spark between them and dinner was forgotten as they rushed to his hotel room. 

For her, it had been everything she had hoped. Rick took his time; the focus was all on her and her pleasure. He explored her body with fingertips and lips, caressing every curve and turn. And when, for the first time, a man's lips found her hot center, she lost control, crying out in pleasure, gripping his hair, experiencing sensations that she had not believed possible. He made her cum over and over with his skilled lips and tongue, and then when she thought she could take no more, he entered her.

Again he went slowly, a beautiful rhythm, letting the sensations build, until again she cried out and her body shook. It was only then that he allowed his own pleasure to take the forefront, thrusting hard and deep until a deep grunt of pleasure escaped his throat and he exploded deep inside her. 

They made love numerous times over the next two days. Both were insatiable. He became her teacher, letting her try things, her needs the most important. For the first time, at age 42, she sucked a man's cock. She enjoyed that pleasure immensely, loving the texture, the scent and the taste of his flesh. And when, she brought him to the edge, and he tried to pull away, she clamped her lips around him, letting his seed spurt into her mouth, savoring this new sensation, truly enjoying the taste of his cum. 

Their relationship was intense; he went out of his way to allow her to fulfill her deepest desires. She experimented with everything, anal sex, light bondage, even some pee play in the shower. They did it in public places; the possibility of perhaps getting caught exciting her. And she, not Rick, had introduced a digital camera into their trysts. She posted photos of herself on the net, careful not to allow her entire face to be displayed, yet aroused by the thoughts of men masturbating over her naked image. 

They even tried some threesomes, Rick arranging discreet partners, both male and female to join them. It was after one of those sessions, after the other woman had left, that the idea of her participating in a gang bang had come up. She mentioned to him that she had got turned on by an online video of a woman with a group of men. When he said that he could set something like that up, she became excited and encouraged him to do so.

And that was how she had ended up on this flight, heading to Vegas to meet Rick and his golf buddies and finally becoming a true cum slut. The announcement that the plane was in it's final descent snapped her back from her daydreaming, and she felt a tingle of excitement as the wheels touched down on the runway.

A limo, arranged by Rick was waiting for her and drove her to the Bellagio. What a beautiful place she thought as she registered and took in the opulent surroundings. Rick had arranged everything first class, taking care of her as he always did.

When she got to her suite, she marveled at the luxury and the attention to detail, mentally making note of some things that she would use in her little design business back home. She saw the flashing message light and picked up the phone. It was Rick, letting her know that they were out golfing and would call her around 8:00 PM after they got back to the hotel. He told her he had arranged a spa treatment for her and was looking forward to seeing her tonight. 

She unpacked and called the spa, arranging a facial, manicure and pedicure. She thought back to the years on the farm and how not once had Ken allowed her to spend money on a beauty treatment, save for a cheap haircut. 

After the spa, she came back and ordered in a light dinner and a glass of wine. She ate alone, her thoughts now turning to what she was about to do. Sex with Rick and his seven buddies, her nipples tingled just at the idea of it. She sipped her wine, wishing that the time would pass more quickly; she was ready and wanted it to happen now.

When the phone rang, she jumped, the anticipation having made her tense. She heard Rick's soft voice, "Are you sure you want this?' he said, "You can still change your mind and no one will be upset."

"Yes, I want it," she whispered into the phone "I need this!"

With that, he gave her the suite number and the phone disconnected. She went to the bathroom and checked herself out in the big mirror. She looked good, she thought, the simple black dress she had picked accentuated her figure, especially her full breasts and curvy hips. She was a sexy lady; the mousey farm wife had become one hot woman. She turned and headed out of her room, walking purposely toward her adventure.

Rick let her in and the heads of all the men in the room turned toward her. She felt her skin flush as she knew what they were thinking. Things were unhurried, introductions, small talk as everyone tried to be comfortable. Rick's friends were all well groomed and polite, all in their mid to late forties. She could feel the excitement build with every passing moment, and was ecstatic when Rick finally said, "It's time."

She excused herself, going to the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. She stripped off her dress, hanging it on a hook on the door. She removed her bra, smiling as she admired her own breasts in the mirror. Her fingertips slid into the waistband of her panties and she slipped them off, baring her freshly shaved sex. She decided to leave on her stockings and pumps, thinking that they made her legs look more attractive and that they would turn the guys on. With a last glance at herself, she turned and opened the door.

Her eyes widened as she saw that all the men were naked. She should have expected this, and the initial shock turned quickly to excitement. She moved to the center of the room, walking confidently, hearing the whispered compliments of the men. A quiet filled the room, no one seeming to know how to begin. It was her show, she thought, and she decided to take control.

She moved toward one of the men who was seated in the corner, dropping down to her knees as she parted his legs. Her nipples brushed his legs as she took his already hard shaft in hand and dipped her lips to the head. Her body was hot, the knowledge that seven others were watching her made her skin tingle. She skillfully teased him with her lips and tongue, coating his cock with her saliva, slurping noisily on purpose to excite the others. 

She moved around then, finding each of their cocks with her lips, teasing them as she had the first, her excitement increasing with each passing second. She left Rick to last, taking his familiar shaft deep into her throat as she had so many times. 

She let him pop from her lips, his cock rock hard. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "Lie down!"

He lay on his back and she straddled him, lowering her dripping slit onto his engorged shaft. She began fucking him, riding his cock as her big tits jiggled and swayed, seven pairs of eyes fixed on her. 

As she rode Rick, the others began to move. She felt a presence behind her, a strong hand sliding up her back, easing her forward. A hard cock pressed against the puckered star of her anus. It pressed in, past the tight sphincter and a twinge of pain mixed with her pleasure as the cock pushed into her bowels. Two cocks filled her now, and she moved her hips slowly, sensuously against them.

A third hard cock bobbed before her and she found it with her lips. Things became a blur then, her hands finding other cocks as she sucked and was fucked. Hands groped her body, the sensations overwhelming. She had never felt more alive, this was what she wanted, needed. Cock replaced cock in her mouth and ass, the only constant was Rick's beautiful shaft in her hot cunt. 

The waves of pleasure broke over her again and again. Her body shook as a powerful orgasm gripped her. As she did, she felt Rick's strong hands on her waist, holding her, reassuring her. 

She heard a deep growl of pleasure as the man fucking her ass flooded her bowels with his hot seed. Almost simultaneously the cock in her mouth erupted, the thick creamy cum sliding into her throat as she swallowed greedily. Other cocks spurted, semen shooting onto her back, her face and into her hair. She felt a deep satisfaction from being able to pleasure so many men at once. Another cock was pushed into her willing mouth and she suckled it as it too released a heavy load. As that cock slipped from her lips, her fingers moved to her cheek, scooping a glob of jizz into her mouth. 

One by one the men pulled away, until only she and Rick remained together. She rose up, riding him, clenching her muscles around his flesh. Her eyes caught his, just as his hips rose and his beautiful cock spurted deep inside her. Her arms found him, hugging him tightly, holding him close as they lay together savoring the sweet afterglow of sex. She closed her eyes, her head nestled against his chest, feeling him gently stroking her hair as their bodies calmed. 

She did not know how long they lay together that way, but when she finally opened her eyes, the others were gone. She rose up on her elbows, smiling down at Rick, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Her lips found his and they kissed long and deeply, acknowledging the bond they shared, letting each other know that everything was alright.

Her mind whirled, it had been quite an experience, one she would not soon forget, and one that she hoped would be repeated before she had to fly home. Her transformation seemed complete, and she felt very content.



Transformation



The bartender noticed the slight movement of hand and the universal nod as the gentleman discreetly ordered another round of drinks while his date wasn't looking. He wasn't trying to get her drunk; he was actually trying to work up his nerve. Who would have thought that Doug Rivers, President and CEO of Major Conglomerate, Inc., or some such corporate plantation, would be nervous on a date with the overnight security guard in his office building? 

He had seen her for months. He would leave his office at midnight and return at 6 a.m. and she would be there, competent, friendly, efficient and smiling. Even with their brief interaction, Doug could tell that she wasn't the usual overnight lackey that used the job to catch up on sleep or play video games on the computer. She always looked him in the eye, anticipated his wants and followed up with details above and beyond what Doug required. 

Regina Marvel took her job seriously but it wasn't difficult to do. The job was beneath her, she dangerously underemployed and could do the job with one hand tied behind her back. It fit her schedule perfectly however, she could go to school in the evenings, use the overnight shift to study and do research and sleep during the day. It was the perfect gig for a grad student and she was going to take advantage of the situation as long as it was beneficial to her. 

There was something about Regina that absolutely fascinated Doug. He found himself lingering in the lobby on his way home for inexplicable reasons. He would actually look forward to their brief encounters on his way to the lobby in the elevator, aware that she could see his every move on the security cameras. He wanted to strike up a conversation with her but he wasn't sure exactly how-- or why for that matter. She was a freakin' security guard for God's sake. AND Black. He was almost positive that he wasn't attracted to her. Regina was NOT his type. Doug could get any Playboy centerfold of his choice. If he met a bimbo and something wasn't exactly to his liking, he had the money and the wherewithal to hire the best plastic surgeons money could buy to remedy it. Surely, Doug Rivers could have any blonde-haired, blue-eyed, size 2 woman he wanted. Why on earth would he find himself looking forward to seeing her every day? Sure, she had a pretty face but she was every bit of size 18. The top button on her navy blue uniform did little to hide her ample cleavage and Doug found himself trying to not stare occasionally. 

His curiosity could not be contained one night when he peeked over the desk one night and asked, "What are you reading back there?"

"Re-reading actually. It's a standard. Patricia Hill-Collins' Black Feminist Thought. I'm dismantling the womanist vs. feminist argument YET AGAIN for my professor. 

Doug froze. He'd never expected a response like that. "Wow, I've never even heard of Patricia Hope-Collins yet alone can I articulate what the hell a womanist is. I didn't think you were smart . . . "  He felt like an idiot the second the words left his mouth. He never intended to be disrespectful, even to the hourly employees. He knew he had insulted her and the sincerity in his voice was apparent as he said, " I'm so sorry, that didn't come out right."

"It's Hill-Collins and don't sweat it. I get it all the time at this job. People expect me to be functionally illiterate and stupid all time. It's part of the job . . . It's part of your white privilege. You don't have to see me as a human being. I'm just the black body behind the desk to wait on you hand and foot." Regina had never been one to censor her true thoughts and the words flowed from her mouth without even the slightest hesitation. 

Doug felt the blood rise up in his cheeks. He was mad at her for being so blunt and mad at himself because she was right. He couldn't let her know that he was so shaken by her forwardness. "I'm not racist . . . see everyone the same . . . color doesn't matter." He was spewing out clichés left and right, stumbling over his words in an effort to ease the guilt and the fact that he was painfully aware the that higher the floor number in his company the lower the numbers of African Americans. "I don't think that at all," he mumbled. "And to prove it," gaining more nerve as he spoke," how about I take you out for a drink on Saturday night to make up for my stupidity? You can explain to me what womanism is." The words came out before he knew what he had said. 

"Mr. Rivers, I don't need your pity date. I'm quite confident in who I am and I don't need to validate my intellect or personhood to alleviate your white guilt." 

How dare she! The gauntlet had been thrown. How dare she challenge his motivations. Did she have any idea who she just turned down? Doug wondered if she had any idea how many zeroes he had in his net worth. He was incensed that she would be so bold as to reject his offer. There was some movement in his slacks that indicated that she had pushed the right buttons however and stirred him to an almost maniacal competitive passion. 

"This isn't a pity date and I won't take no for an answer. I'll pick you up here at 8 on Saturday," his ego dictating his words more than common sense at that point. "I sincerely want to get to know you better." 

Regina laughed at his persistence and said, "If you are going to pick me up you will pick me up at my home, like a gentleman. Unless you are afraid to come to the ghetto, Mr. Rivers . . . ," her voice trailing off leaving a trail of innuendo and challenge. 

At that moment, Doug wanted to say, "My roommate in college was Black," but he had attended enough of those damn sensitivity workshops to know that would be digging a deeper hole for himself. Regina had scribbled her address on a post-it and extended it to him as an unspoken invitation. "Eight it is," he said.

Doug was pleasantly surprised at the neighborhood that Regina lived in. Half because he expected her to live in the ghetto and half because it looked relatively affluent and ALL Black. He knocked on the door promptly at 8, hoping he could ease his guilt, have a drink and have her home by 9:30. Then it would be on to a wild night of drinking and partying with the boys. 

Doug could barely believe his eyes when she opened the door. Gone was the navy blue polyester uniform and conservative demeanor of the night security guard. Before him was an astonishingly beautiful woman. Her hair was down, rather than in a severe bun, and it framed her lovely face. Her eyes were dramatic and smoky and her lips were seductive red. She was wearing a gold colored blouse that came off the shoulder and a rust colored silk skirt that hugged her full hips, thighs and round ass. Her smooth legs were bare and she had the tiniest high-heeled sandals that looked like nothing more than a delicate leather string that went across her perfectly pedicured toes and around her ankles. She smelled like a mix of coconut and jasmine and something else . . . something feminine. Her brown skin was luminescent and staring at her curvaceous figure and dazzling smile he wondered momentarily how he had not found fuller figured women more attractive previously. Regina was nothing less than breathtaking.

At that moment, Doug knew he was in over his head. He quickly changed his game plan and decided to take her to his favorite exclusive martini and cigar bar. If there was ever an atmosphere for seduction, it was there. It was dark and secluded and the perfect environment for some sensual interplay . . . or foreplay if he was lucky. He wasn't sure if this was a game anymore or pure desire. 

Regina controlled the conversation, her wit, charm and intellect completely blowing Doug out of the water. When she laughed she leaned in close and put her hand on his thigh, when she listening to his tales of mergers, takeovers and general male bravado, she licked her lips seductively and maintained her seductive eye contact. The semi-erection Doug sported all night served to make his stories more animated and his movements guarded. 

After a few drinks and more than enough flirtation, Regina took control. "Mr. Rivers," she leaned in close," Let's drop the pretenses here, shall we? There's enough chemistry between us to win the Half Hollow Hills Annual Science Fair. Let's go back to my place and see what happens. No strings." 

Doug swallowed hard. He had never been with a Black woman before. He wondered silently if it would look different, taste different, feel different. What would his friends say? Would they be able to tell just by looking at him that he was "different"? A million thoughts raced through his head. Only one word came out. "Sure."

He was out of his element in her home. It was beautifully decorated, immaculate and filled with exquisite examples of Black artwork. Doug never before considered that Black people would have all Black people in their artwork. He hadn't even considered that such a genre existed. He sat nervously as she went to make herself more comfortable. She emerged from the bedroom in a white satin nightgown. Her nipples poked through the shiny material and her full breasts were overflowing. In her bare feet now, she sat close to him to resume her seduction. 

Doug's eyes couldn't focus. He wanted to touch her hair to see if it felt different, touch her skin to see if it felt like the velvet he imagined it to look like. His body was alive with electricity.  "What am I doing here," he kept thinking to himself, "she's the overnight security guard?"  No matter what her job, or his for that matter; he knew he wanted her with every ounce of his being. 

Breaking the ice, Regina leaned in close and kissed Doug. Her lips tasted like the slightest hint of strawberry. Doug closed his eyes and felt his male instinct take over. Gone were the roles and the titles, this was a man and a woman and she was about to receive every bit of his all out maneuvers. He was intoxicated with her full lips and soft tongue. As he cradled the back of her head he marveled at how soft her hair was. His hands roamed freely over her curves, caressing gently her small waist and sexy bottom. 

At that point Regina was a simmering hotbed of hormones. She didn't give a damn if it was Duke of Windsor on her sofa, she was aroused, he was a man, and she was a woman. They kissed more passionately, the fever rising higher. She could feel the wetness between her legs increase. She felt for his dick, half expecting to be disappointed. It wasn't the biggest dick she'd ever felt in her life but it seemed formidable enough to do the job. It certainly was hard and it belonged to a man that was the object of her desire at that particular moment. She placed his hand in hers and said, "let's go." 

The trail of men's clothing that led to her bedroom looked like a fitting room at Saks during their annual blowout sale. For a moment it was looking doubtful that they would make it to the bedroom at all. Regina had lit candles and incense when she had changed her clothes so the room was warm, almost too warm, and the scent made Doug slightly light headed. She stood before him and lowered the straps to her gown and sensuously stepped out of it, glowing in the candlelight. 

Doug was so hard it almost hurt and he was leaking precum like a teenager. His own insecurities flashed in his mind momentarily. "Will I be enough to satisfy her," he thought? Sensing his reluctance, Regina kissed him again, this time more animalistic than before. She stroked him and whispered in his ear, "I want you," to allay any of his imagined and unfounded fears. 

"Suck my titties, Mr. Rivers," the exchange of power completely evident even with her use of his surname. Regina was in control of this ship. The weight of her breasts captivated him. He had never in his life felt tits that big AND real. He suckled and nursed for pleasure and comfort, wanting to bury his face in between them. 

Regina eased herself back on the white down comforter and Doug sucked and followed suit. He positioned himself between her legs and made himself more comfortable. His hands found her sweet center and he said, "Oh my god, you are soooo wet." 

He held his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply her scent. He licked her fingers and tasted her sticky, sweet, salty, earthy juices. He was in heaven. He spread her legs further apart to view all of her. He clit stuck out and was begging to be sucked. Her lips parted to reveal a pink center that was glistening with moisture. Regina spread her pussy lips and finger fucked herself just inches away from his face. He was mesmerized. She pulled her fingers out and sucked her juices. 

Her raw sensuality almost drove Doug over the edge. He put his lips to her core and tasted her sweetness, assured it was the best tasting pussy he'd ever had. He wanted to live up to the reputation white boys had about being the best at oral sex. He licked, sucked, tongued, and licked some more. He kept his eyes open so he could see everything. Regina grabbed his head and held it to her pussy as she had a series of mini orgasms in his mouth. He had no desire to stop eating her. He licked even more, encircling his arms around her thighs to ensure that she could not get away. 

"Oh shit, white boy, eat my pussy," the sweet melody of her voice a different kind of honey to feed his appetites. He was ready to explode. "Come here baby and let me return the favor." 

Doug's head was spinning. He had to make a judgment call then and there. He was at the peak of his arousal. A few seconds of those soft, wet lips on him and he was surely going to shoot his load. He had to prioritize. Feeling that pussy was first and foremost on his agenda. This might be a once in a lifetime opportunity. He paused, and as if reading his mind, Regina whispered, "Don't worry. Before the night is over I'll have you in my mouth, pussy and ass if you are lucky." 

He groaned in a fog of disbelief and arousal. He straddled her face and hesitated. For a brief second, he wondered if it was politically correct to assume a superior position over Regina. Not only was she an employee but the centuries of disproportionate power whites had over blacks also played on his mind. He knew deep in his heart that she was every bit his equal but he hesitated. All reservations quickly disappeared as he felt her full lips envelop him. "Oh shit, suck my cock, that feels so good." The magic her lips created erased all doubt. Her mouth was an erotic vacuum, coaxing his cum out of his balls. He closed his eyes for the first time during the evening and fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. He saw lights behind his eyes as he shot spurt after spurt of cum in her mouth. 

He collapsed in silence next to her and lay in silence. Embarrassment and insecurity crept over him. Tonight had been an eye-awakening experience and quite possibly the best sexual experience of his life. He wanted more but was unsure how to ask for it. Unsure of what to say or do he lay there motionless, pretending to drift off to sleep, fully awake and semi erect. 

Regina snuggled next to him and stuck her tongue in his ear as she whispered. "Come on lover. I'm going to give you the ride of your life." She got up on her hands and knees and presented him with a view of perfection. Sweet, soft mounds of Ebony flesh presented to him for his pleasure, the promised land lay within his reach. He knelt behind her and held his erection to her opening; the contrast in color was intoxicating. Never in his life had he seen anything so sexy. Never in his life had he felt so alive. Transformed, it seems but the overnight security guard.



Transformation



(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. I welcome feedback. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile.

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"I still don't feel any different, master." Jodie sat on the bed, wearing nothing but her collar. Ian rarely permitted her to wear clothes during the evening, except for occasionally ordering her to put on one of the many slutty outfits he'd bought her. She always wore a collar, however: an elegant choker when in public, and her slave collar at home. It constantly reminded her of her position, and more often than not, that alone was enough to keep her in a perpetual state of very mild arousal.

"Give it time," said Ian as he looked down at her, taking in her beautiful curves once more. Going on looks, she was way out of his league. He stood over her, unshaven, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He knew that strangers often looked at them, wondering how he managed to get a woman like Jodie. It was simple. He did something that people like her enjoyed. He fulfilled a role they needed in their lives - and he was good at what he did.

"Remember the time we went to that fancy Chinese restaurant?" reminisced Ian, rummaging around in a bedside drawer. "Beneath that elegant dress of yours, you were wearing those rubber knickers I got you, keeping this little device inside you." He pulled out a miniature vibrating egg. Using its remote control, he turned it all the way up, then back down again, and finally off again. The last time he had to change the batteries half way through what they were doing, it had spoilt the mood. He always learnt from his mistakes.

"I kept you on the verge of having an orgasm for the entire meal," he continued, spreading some lube onto the device and rubbing it around with his finger. He walked up to Jodie, who was already lying down on the bed with her legs spread open, openly revealing herself. It had been months since he'd had to order her to do something obvious like position herself appropriately for something she could see he was about to do. She also learnt from her mistakes.

"When you stifled that gasp, I swear I thought the waiter was going to drop our dessert." Ian slid the egg into Jodie's cunt. Her whimper was so quiet that it was barely audible.

Ian ran his fingers along Jodie's labia before pressing them together.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm fusing your labia together," explained Ian.

Jodie felt her labia tingling and sticking together. She was suddenly overwhelmed by panic.

"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted. She leapt up off the bed and scrambled to pick up her pocket mirror. Studying herself, she almost dropped it in shock.

"I told you." Ian's voice, as always, was completely calm. "I fused your labia together to keep the egg inside you."

Jodie traced a finger along her labia. The join was almost seamless. Putting the mirror down, she tried to prise them apart with her hands. It was no use. They were firmly stuck together, as if she'd been born that way.

"I think it just kicked in," speculated Ian, a hint of excitement sparkling in his eyes. "You'll have to learn to trust me," he said in a more stern, almost disappointed voice. "You'll also have to learn not to talk back to me or run around frantically, no matter how scared you are. You must respect and obey me at all times."

"Sorry, master," apolagised Jodie quietly. She gazed down at the floor.

"I'm sure you'll do better next time," said Ian softly. Perking up, he continued, "but that still won't let you off your punishment. You know the rules. If you can't talk to me with the appropriate amount of respect, you won't be allowed to talk at all."

Jodie nodded, still staring at the carpet. This was the part where he would lock the head harness on her, forcing its bright pink ball gag into her open mouth. When she was aroused, having to wear the harness turned her on even more. It would have been enough to make her purposefully speak out of line in order to have it locked in place on her, were it not for her genuine desire to please her master.

The only down side was that he had a knack of keeping it locked on her even after she had orgasmed and returned to her regular mindset. Having to wear it when she wasn't aroused was a major nuisance, which is why the punishment usually kept her in line when she would otherwise have slipped up. Besides, her master was beginning to run out of excuses for her not being able to answer the phone when her friends called while she was gagged.

"Look at me, my pretty little slave," said Ian, lifting her chin in his hand. She looked up at him, gazing into his authoritative eyes. "Seal your lips together," he ordered.

"Excuse me, master?" asked Jodie, confused. Before Ian had a chance to elaborate, she felt her lips become sticky and merge together the same way her labia had. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he just returned her gaze with a knowing smile, as if he was aware of something she couldn't comprehend.

Jodie scurried to her full-length mirror and, looking at her reflection, let out a loud but completely muffled scream. She no longer had a mouth. Her flesh was seamless: smooth, pale skin from nose to chin, from cheek to cheek.

"Try to remain calm," said Ian in his smooth, calming voice. "I won't let any harm come to you. Do you understand?"

Jodie slowly tore her gaze away from the mirror in order to look up at her master. With a great deal of effort, she took a deep breath, then slowly nodded.

"Good," he said, a reassuring smile crossing his face. "Then let's begin."

Jodie examined the pleated miniskirt Ian had told her to put on moments earlier. She never had liked it very much, but he assured her that it made her look even more attractive than she already was.

Tonight, however, the skirt was different. For a start, she couldn't take it off. Usually when she couldn't take it off, it was because Ian had ordered her not to, but tonight it had actually become a part of her body. She was just as physically incapable of removing it as she was of removing her ears. Even more bizarre was the realisation that - and however inconceivable it seemed, every caress of her own fingers on her skirt confirmed this - it wasn't just any part of her body, but an erogenous zone. She gently stroked it, as if making a small enough motion with her thumb might go unnoticed by her master.

"Go ahead," encouraged Ian. "I'll allow you to grope and fondle yourself as much as you like tonight. Without access to your clit or cunt, you won't be able to orgasm without my permission anyway."

Only once every week or two did Jodie's master give her permission to pleasure herself. Now that she finally had it once more, she became much more vigorous in her exploration of her newly reshaped body. She alternated between gently stroking her labia with her fingertips, firmly cupping her crotch in her hand, and caressing her skirt's pleats. The new sensation it gave her made her tingle all over.

Her master was right, though, as always. It wouldn't be enough for her to orgasm.

Ian smiled down at her. "Are you ready to talk to me with the appropriate level of respect, slave?" he asked.

Jodie nodded, gazing up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Then you can have your mouth back," he said. "But you'll have to put it to good use."

Jodie had been his slave long enough to understand the euphemism. She unfastened his jeans, and as she pulled down his underwear, he brushed his finger against her lips, bringing them back. She opened her mouth and instinctively breathed through it for a second before her master unceremoniously thrusted his dick into it. She moaned, half in surprise and half in the warmth of the familiar ritual.

Although servicing her master orally didn't give her any physical pleasure, it reinforced her position as his slave to give him such intense pleasure while receiving none in return. Picturing how slutty she must have looked while doing it, letting someone violate her mouth like that, aroused her even more.

Grabbing her long, wavy hair, Ian pulled his slave further onto his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, eagerly sucking at her mouth's intruder. She playfully caressed it with her tongue, flicking it against his helmet or wrapping it around the sides of his stiff erection.

"That's a good slut," encouraged Ian in a soothing voice as he continued to rhythmically pull her face towards his crotch.

Eager to please her master as best she could, her sucking and licking gradually got more intense, and before long, Ian let out a satisfied grunt as he ejaculated into her mouth. She dutifully licked every part of his member clean as he slowly withdrew.

"Very good, my little slut," encouraged Ian as he pulled his underwear and jeans back on. "As your reward, I'll let you masturbate until you orgasm."

"Master, I don't think I'll be able to orgasm without being able to touch my clit," protested Jodie.

"No," corrected Ian, "you won't be able to orgasm without my permission. If I order you..." He thought for a second, then grinned. "_When_ I order you to orgasm, you won't be able to avoid it. Remember, your body is completely under my control now."

"Yes, master," said Jodie. She wasn't convinced, but she wasn't going to contradict him, especially when he'd been right about everything else.

Jodie sat cross-legged on the bed, caressing her groin and skirt while her master sat behind her, groping her breasts. Occasionally he'd lick his fingers before resuming with a renewed passion for pleasuring her.

"You're such a slut," he whispered in her ear before kissing her on the neck, all the while caressing her erect nipples. "Look at you, pleasuring yourself like that." He gently nibbled her earlobe. "Tell me what a slut you are."

"I'm a little slut," said Jodie, slipping into another familiar routine.

Ian pinched her nipples firmly. "Whose slut?" he demanded.

Jodie let out a pained whimper before answering. "Your slut," she said.

"Louder."

"I'm your little slut," she yelled, her voice trembling as she cupped her groin and started to rub it more forcefully.

"Again."

"I'm your little slut!" Her master squeezed her breasts again. She practically melted in his hands. "I'm your little slut!" She was building up momentum rubbing her groin. "I'm your little slut!" Even the words she said were increasing her arousal, contributing to the intense feeling that was blocking out the whole world except for her, her master, and the bed. "I'm your little slut, I'm your little slut, I'm your little slut!"

"Come for me," ordered Ian. He withdrew one of his hands, and before Jodie had a chance to wonder why, the egg inside her started buzzing, building up quickly to a frantic pace. "Orgasm for your master like the owned little slut that you are."

Jodie screamed with pleasure. Waves of both intense passion and release flooded her body and mind as she writhed uncontrollably in her master's arms. The feeling was only enhanced by knowing that even her body's uncontrollable urge to orgasm had now been tamed. She still had no control over it, but clearly her master now did.



Transformation



It was a warm July day, the sun beat through the gap in Mike's curtains illuminating his dull room. He glanced around the room at the pile of junk that cluttered the floor before rolling over and going back to sleep. Two hours later he woke with a start as his alarm screeched. Slowly he started to get up, stretching; he stumbled to the bathroom and gazed into the mirror. He reached for his bottle of tablets, that he had formulated himself the day before in the science lab.

After a quick shower to freshen up, Mike made his way back into his room opening the wardrobe and getting dressed. He put on a nice white thong, with matching bra and pulled on his favourite red summer dress. With a quick glance in the mirror Mike couldn't help but admire the curvy body of a young girl which looked back, small firm 32 b breasts, slim figure and firm ass. Mike had often wondered what it was like to be a girl and now he could thanks to the tablets he had created.

He headed out to the local leisure centre, he had often wondered what happened inside the girls changing rooms and now he could find out. He walked into the changing room without anyone caring. He looked around the room. He could hardly believe his eyes, girls everywhere all in different stages of undress. Quickly he stripped off changing into his swim suit; it clung to his ass beautifully, before heading into the pool. 

As he climbed out of the pool the cool air made his small puffy nipples harden, pointing through the thin material of the swim suit. Returning to the changing rooms to shower he admired the bodies of the girls already in the changing room. One young girl caught his eye; about 18, long brown hair cascading down her back to a wonderfully formed, firm ass. He could hardly believe his eyes, such a beauty in front of him all thanks to those tablets.

He continued to shower, caressing his womanly body loving the smooth feel of his feminine skin. He noticed the brown haired beauty heading for the shower; she stood next to him and smiled sweetly. He returned the smile and cautiously looked over her stunning body. Two small firm globes on her chest, nipples hard and a well groomed pussy. His heart pounding, it had been so long since he had been this close to a girl, the development of his transformation tablets had taken so much time, but it was all worth it now. 

She lathered her soft body, covering it in soapy bubbles, before letting the warm water rinse it off making her body shine. Mike headed out of the shower and began to change slowly, still admiring the firm body of the brunette. She walked from the shower towards a small cubicle, calling over to Mike

"Could you give me a hand, my dress is awful to zip up on my own?"

Trying not to appear too keen, Mike saunters into the cubicle feeling his heart pounding and his nipples harden. Teasingly the brunette asks

"Do you like what you see?"

Before he could answer, she starts kissing him deeply and passionately, their tongues entwined, her hands softly stoking his firm ass. Feeling more and more aroused by the brown haired beauty he begins to hold her firm ass squeezing gently. She moans softly,

"I'm Beth, nice to meet you."

Stopping himself blurting out Mike, thinking quick,

"...I'm ... Katie."

Beth's firm breast pressed against his chest their hard nipples scratching against each other. Beth breaks of the passionate kiss and lets her tongue trail down to his puffy hard nipples, planting kiss after kiss onto them, trying not to moan too loudly Mike gasps. Beth's small fingers pressed against his pussy, the feeling is so intense he lets out a groan.

Suddenly remembering where they are Beth suggests that they go back to her house. Quickly they dress trying not to draw any attention to themselves and leave heading to Beth's house.

As they enter the small house Beth wastes no time in leading Mike to her bedroom. They kiss passionately again; Mike's hands begin to explore Beth's firm body holding her close. Beth undresses Mike, admiring the firm breasts lapping gently at the puffy nipples in front of her. Mike wiggles with the pleasure he is receiving from Beth's tongue. Beth continues down, finding the swollen clit teasing with her tongue. Moaning louder as Beth's tongue caresses the swollen clit. Mike guides her backup before rolling her over onto her back.

Still amazed at Beth's beauty, his tongue finds her hard nipple and lightly he flicks over it. Beth groans in excitement as he lowers his mouth onto the nipple sucking greedily. His hands caress Beth's thighs making her writhe as he teases. His fingers gently passing over her warm lips; making her gasp, before parting her lips and letting his tongue lick the sweet juices. Beth's begins panting as Mike's tongue continues to lap at her clit his hands squeezing her small breasts feeling her body tense as she lets out a loud moan. 

Still quivering from her orgasm Beth returns to Mike's pussy slowly slipping a finger into his folds, a strange sensation at first although before long he is moaning in ecstasy. Beth's tongue licking gently at his clit. While two of her small fingers massage his pussy, bringing him closer to orgasm with every stroke. Beth continues to rhythmically move her fingers in and out of the wet pussy gathering speed as she feels it tighten around her fingers; moaning loudly Mike's body shakes his pussy tightens and he begins to experience his first female orgasm. 

Exhausted from his orgasm Mike lays on the bed with Beth cuddled next to him, her warm body tight to his. After a few minutes Beth jumps up suddenly, 

"I didn't realise the time! You have to go"

A little shocked Mike quickly begins dressing, enjoying Beth's wonderful body as he does.

"Quick, my boyfriend will be here soon, he can't find us together."

After exchanging numbers Mike heads home, entering his bedroom he begins to feel a little uncomfortable. His cock begins to strain against the white thong. Just in time he thinks as he begins to transform back into a man. 



Transformation



"This is your last chance." My mistress said. 

We were standing next to her car and the next choice to be made was mine. I wanted to please my mistress and go to the farm for the changes she wanted. I have been with her for almost a year and want to do anything she asks of me.

"I understand that I will lose all my body hair and that my breasts will be enlarged and pierced. I understand that I will be penetrated three times a day and that I will sleep a lot with a butt plug inserted into me. I understand that I will also learn to take cocks into my mouth. I will have fingernails pasted onto my nails. I understand that even though I will still have my cock, it will be almost useless except to urinate. I understand that I will be spending two months on the farm and will be given injections to enlarge my breasts and lose any body hair. I know that when at the farm I must do everything that the people there tell me to do. If not she will punish me with her cat-of-nine tails."

When she approached me with this idea, I asked for one week to think about it. What will happen if I go through with this is simple. I will be a male with some female parts. I understand that she wants me both as a female and a male so I will be able to be of more service to her. That way I will be able to serve both males and females. I am scared about what will happen after the week was over. Now I was at her car with my suitcase in hand but the choice was still mine. 

With suitcase in hand, I get in the car. We drive for at least two hours. While my mistress was driving, I started remembering back to when I first met her. I found an ad for employment at a small lingerie store and thought it would be the perfect job for me. I was a personable young man who liked the looks of corsets on women and was fascinated with the different types of panties, bras and other assorted undergarments. The store was very quiet when I entered and there was a beautiful lady behind the counter. 

After I filled out the application and giving me the standard questions about my thought on employment at her store, she looked me up and down in a very appraising manner and asked the question which would change my life. "How can you possibly think you can understand how panties or corsets feel on a woman when you are just a man?"

I must have looked very confused so she walked around the counter and said, "Follow me." I was very curious now as to what was going through this beautiful ladies mind when she went to various displays picking up items from several of them. Then she walked to the back of the store when she had several dressing rooms and gave me the items and said, "Take off all your clothes and put on the items in order. Come out and model each for me, telling me exactly what you feel of each item."

I thought about it for a second and then turned and did as she asked. I had always wondered what women's underwear felt like since I really like the way they looked on women. I figured this was the time to find out. When I came out of the dressing room, I was wearing a pushup bra with breast inserts and a satin pair of panties that were brazilian-cut with a very large hard-on.

She looked me up and down and then all of a sudden a frown was forming on her face. "Get rid of that before you ruin the panties and don't mess up the panties or the floor." She said as she pointed at my erection.

I must have looked very confused since I had no idea how I was going to accomplish that direction. She shook her head and said, "Take the panties off then widen your stance to three feet. Put your hands behind your neck and close your eyes."

'Well that was different,' I thought as I did what she said. When I was settled into the desired position, I couldn't help but think of all that had happened so far. I must have had a big smile on my face when all of a sudden my groin was very wet and freezing.

"That should take care of the smile and your lack of control," I heard. A few minutes of freezing later and then a few seconds of drying then she said, "Okay, now pull up the panties, model your outfit while telling me all about how they would make a girl feel and why I should want to wear it."

I did as asked on that outfit and another. I was then sent back to put on a third outfit, which were a corset, thong panties and nylon stockings. As I came out of the dressing room, I heard talking, looked up and saw that the owner of the store was talking to a customer. They talking stopped for a second and then I heard, "Well what a nice blush this one has. He looks pretty good in that outfit except that it seems a little loose." I was so embarrassed that the customer said that about me that I wanted to run back into the dressing room but my feet wouldn't obey my thoughts.

Then I heard the storeowner say, "Why don't you fix the problem while he finishes follow his instructions."

While the customer tightened the corset, I dutifully described what I was wearing and why someone should buy the outfit. When I was done both the storeowner and the customer nodded their heads. I was then told to change back into my regular outfit. When I came out the customer was gone but the storeowner looked very pleased.

"Peter, you just made me a very big sale. You can start to work here on Monday but I only want you to wear women's underwear under your pants. I will be checking to make sure that my orders are followed. As long as you follow my orders you will have a job here. If at anytime, I find out that you are out of uniform you will be fired immediately. By the way, my name is Mystic and welcome to your new job."

In the year that followed the relationship grew as I became more submissive and happier than I had ever been.

When I started to feel the car bouncing, I pulled my thoughts back to the present and realized that we had come to this place that looks like a plantation. I notice a few people outside to meet us. As soon as I get out of the car, my mistress tells me to strip. Even though I am standing in front of strangers, I obey. I feel so vulnerable standing here like this. 

"Get on your knees."

As I do as she says, mistress starts talking to the people. She tells them what she wants. "I want him to have both ears pierced and both nipples." She also tells them that she wants me pierced one more place but she doesn't say it loud enough for me to hear. 

Inside the suitcase are butt plugs, I am instructed that I will wear one every night. There are four different sizes and I must be able to take the largest one, number four, by the time that I leave. I will be given clothes to wear and be dressed up as a girl on discharge. Also I will now be called 'Petra'. 

Mistress says that when I get home she is going to put on a strap-on and fuck my ass. I will still get hard-ons but because of the procedures, I will not be able to come anymore. It will be on the rough side but because I love my mistress, I will take it. 

Then she goes to the trunk and pulls out a suitcase and says that she wants me to wear what is in the trunk when I am ready to leave but that they will provide me a bra and top after my breasts are formed.

"I don't what them bigger than a C cup." She tells them.

"Do not worry," they say, "she will have either a B or a C cup nothing bigger."

I will look different and then they promise that I will get the last piercing the day before I leave. "Your mistress will be back two months to the day, no sooner. That is when the transformation will be done."

The men then up-zip their pants and pull out their cocks. My mistress tells me to thank them by getting each of them hard with my mouth. I notice that they are all different sizes and I know why, she wants to be sure that I will perform on command in case she has a male that she wants me to make large for her. I look to my mistress for further instruction but see that she has gone while I was busy noticing the bounty in front of me. 

One of the men steps up in front of me and says, "Now, Petra, I suggest that you show me how talented that pretty little mouth is. You wouldn't want me to tell your mistress that you misbehaved on your first instruction now would you."

I obeyed and I started to lick the first cock, getting it hard. "Don't forget to pay some attention to my balls. Suck them into your mouth and roll them around. That's they way but don't just concentrate in one area." When he is hard, he pulls out of my mouth and says, "Don, step up here and see if Petra can take care of you." I notice that Don's cock is longer than the first cock that I tasted. Don't cock must have been at least 10 inches long but not as thick as the first person's cock. It was easier to take into my mouth but the length of him kept hitting the back of my throat and scared me. I wasn't sure that I could handle all of him. I felt very lucky when he pulled out and as replaced. This continues until I have all six of them hard. The first man than steps in front of me and says, "Okay Petra, you got everyone hard now it is time for your reward. I want you to make love to my cock and thank me when I am finished. Use my name, Sam." 

By this time, I was so into taking care of the guys in front of my and wanted to show Sam my thanks. I licked, nibbled and suck his cock and balls until he came. After he cums, he informs me that the first of the injections will start within an hour. I am also informed that, until that last few days, I will spend my entire time there nude and at their disposal.

For the next few weeks, my breasts start to grow and my body hair starts to lighten and then disappear. I have a small operation in which something is done with my prostrate so I will not cum anymore but will still be able to get hard and secrete pre-cum. 

By the time my groin is hairless, I am wearing the number four butt-plug in my ass at night. During my stay on the farm, I have sucked more cocks and had more cocks in my ass than I have ever had before. I have had an operation that has turned my testicles into labia and had a synthetic vagina placed inside of me. 

Sam has told me that tomorrow I start getting the piercings that my mistress wanted me to have. I hope that I am now up to my mistress's expectations. I now have nice C-cup breasts and a piercing in each breast. I have been practicing wearing different types of bras so that I can put them on and take them off easily and naturally. I have been given a pair of hoops to wear in my breasts and then one of the men comes over and shows me with his tongue just how much enjoyment I will receive when the piercings are played with during sex. 

I am going for lessons in how to style my shoulder-length hair today. Sandy, the lady who is teaching me to be a lady, shows me how to style my hair so that it will match with different looks. The first style is how to pull it back when my mistress wants me to look like a businessman. Then she goes on to teach me how to do my hair in an up-swept do for formal dinner occasions, ponytails and pigtails for when my mistress wants me to be a little schoolgirl, and ways to straighten my hair that will be good for when my mistress wants my hair to be down and long. 

I am just about ready to go back to my room when Sandy says, "Since you have done all your lessons as better than any other person here, you will receive a reward." 

With that said she tells the other two guys to leave and tells me to come forward. When the room is empty, she shows me to a small room next to where the lessons were taking place. The room looks like it came from some fancy hotel with a bed, kitchen area, dining area and a door off to the side, which probably went to the bathroom. After I am finished looking around, Sandy says, "Your mistress has left instructions that if you accomplished all of your lessons to perfection that you would be able to have a treat. Since you have done that, I am here to give you that treat."

I must have looked a little confused because her next statement was, "I am to be your reward. You may do whatever you wish to bring me pleasure. If you are lacking in any area, I will give you suggestions as to how to improve."

With that said, she clicked the remote which had been on the table and the sound system started playing classical music. When the music was to the right background level, I told Sandy to undress. She slowly started to unbutton her blouse. With each button that she opened, she would slowly run her fingers over the skin, which was now exposed. I realized that even though this was a reward that it was another lesson in how to please. By the time Sandy had her blouse off, I had walked over to the bar area and made myself a drink and poured her some wine. After she slipped her skirt off, I walked over to her, raised the glass to her lips and allowed her to have a sip of wine then moved back for her to continue stripping.

When she was down to her lingerie, I stood in front of her and started to slowly run my fingers down her shoulders following the outline of her bra. I continued to trace the contours of her skin and then moved behind her and faced her towards the mirror in the room. I then slipped the straps of the bra down and pulled the cups down so that they no longer covered her. Sandy was just about ready to close her eyes when I reached around her and pinched both of her nipples exerting pressure until her eyes popped open. I continued to knead and pull on her tits with slightly more pressure each time. Each time her eyes started to close, her nipples would get an even tighter pinch.

Since she wasn't wearing any panties, I slipped one hand down between her legs and dipped my fingers into her very wet slit. Soon she was reaching with her hips to get my fingers to move from her slit and into her vagina. I decided to move us to the bed before I went any further backing up and pulling her with me. When we were at the bed, I moved in front of her and then walked forward so that her knees were touching the bed. After I pushed her backwards, I took off her heals, placed her feet on the bed and then knelt in front of her. Her arousal had me so hard that I just had to taste her. Dipping my tongue into her slit it didn't take her long to start cumming. I brought her to three orgasms before I moved her back on the bed and crawled onto the bed with her. As I brought her close to her fourth orgasm, I entered her. With just the head of my cock in her she started bucking her hips, so I placed my hands on her hips to keep her still and then gave her another inch of my cock. I grabbed her hands and held them together over her head and leaned down to suck on her tits. When she started bucking her hips again, I totally withdrew from her until she calmed down.

I continued this action slowly giving her more of my cock each time I entered her until she had taken all of me. She started begging me to move in her and after I ate at her breasts awhile longer, I decided to give her the movement she craved and that my body demanded. Soon we were moving so hard together that the bed started to bounce. After a few more minutes, she came very hard and, although I didn't cum, I did feel a very large orgasm, which blew my mind. I rolled off of her and we both lay there trying to catch our breath. When I felt I could breathe again, I turned to thank her and noticed that she was sound asleep. I got up and wrote her a very long thank you note and then went back to my room.

When I woke a couple of days later, I noticed that my labia now support little hoops too. I wonder if they will be as enjoyable during sex as the piercings in my nipples were. My ass feels sore and I wonder who has penetrated my while I slept. My doctor laughs and says that both my left and right cheek has been tattooed with the word 'spank' on them. I now have female instructors to teach me how to apply make-up, speak more like a lady, walk more like a lady, and have manners more like a lady. When I am able to do these activities to my instructors' satisfaction, I know that it is almost time to go home.

Two days later, the doctors come in and tell me to get dressed. I put on my panties to find that they have been fitted with a butt plug so that I am filled all the time. My mistress arrives while I am dressing. When I go out and see her, I walk as a lady like I was taught. 

"Slowly turn around and show me how you look." She says. I am so pleased that she has finally come that I do the best slow turn that I can and hope that she is happy with what she sees.

After a few minutes, she says, "Very nice, Petra. Now you're ready."



Transformation and Implantation



"Oh, this is perfect," Julie exclaimed as they entered a large clearing. The sun was streaming through the foliage, lighting up a shimmering patch of a strange, vine-like plant. A flat stone at the edge of a burbling spring would make a perfect place for a picnic. 

"Looks good," said Chris, as he joined her, and the newlywed couple slung their packs to the ground and began to set out their picnic lunch. A gentle breeze blew a subtle flowery scent to them.

"Mmm, it smells wonderful," Julie said as she inhaled deeply. As she did so, she looked over towards the plant. She leaned against Chris's arm, feeling his strength, thinking how wonderful it was to be here with her new husband. 

The smell seemed to grow stronger, more heavenly, and Julie felt a growing heat in her abdomen. Her senses seemed to come alive, and suddenly she found herself thinking dirty thoughts about what she and Chris could do together in this private glen. She reached up to Chris's face, cupped his scruffy cheek, and pulled him towards her. 

Before long, they were locked in a tight embrace, Julie's firm 34C breasts mashed into his chest, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her back, and his large hands gripping the side of her breasts on either side. She reached down to his belt, desperate now to undress and feel the heat of their bodies press together, when she felt a sharp sting in her calf muscle. 

"Ouch!" She yelled, momentarily stunned. She looked down, and saw the vine of the plant quickly retract into the underbrush. 

"What is it," Chris asked, confused. 

"Something stung me," Julie said. "I think it was that vine." Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself being caught by Chris's strong arms, and the world went black.

--

"Jules, honey, are you alright?" Who? Was it Chris? She felt very strange, as she awoke from her brief slumber. Her head was spinning, her body tingled, and her calf muscle throbbed as if she was recovering from a leg cramp. Looking down, she saw that Chris had taken off his cotton teeshirt and tied it around her calf in a make-shift tourniquet. A light red rash spread up her leg, disappearing into her short nylon hiking shorts. Slowly, she unbuttoned her thin shirt, and noticed the rash continued nearly up to her neck, and spread across her breasts.

"What happened? How long was I out?" Julie asked. 

"Less than a minute," Chris said. "You feeling alright? That rash looks pretty nasty" 

"I don't know, I guess so." She said. She could feel her pressure on her breasts now, as if her bra were shrinking, or ... could it be her breasts were growing? She glanced down, which caused Chris's gaze to be redirected as well. His eyes grew wide as he saw her breasts were now spilling out over the tops and sides of her lacy red bra. 

He reached out tentatively, unsure what to do. Her large eyes met his gaze, and when she did nothing to stop him, Chris reached around the back of her bra, preparing to undo the clasp, when he jumped as he thought he felt something brush against his leg. Looking down, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. "Probably just my imagination," he thought. He returned his attention to Julie's engorged breasts. With a flick of his fingers, he undid the clasp of her bra. It immediately sprung loose, and her breasts, now easily D-cups, spilled out into view.

"What the..." Julie stammered, "Chris, what's happening to me?" In a well-practiced motion, Julie pulled the bra off through sleeve and cast it aside. He hesitantly placed her hands, fingers splayed wide, on her now enormous breasts. Her diminutive hands were woefully inadequate for covering her massive chest. "They're so heavy," she thought, "full, firm... what's going on?" 

Under the palms of hands, she her areolas began to tingle, and then itch. She pressed down harder, which helped with the tingling but caused her breasts to spill out around her hands in a pose that Chris found extremely arousing. 

"Wow hun, you look incredible," Chris said, smiling. 

"Chris! This isn't funny!" Julie said. "Something is very wrong." 

On the breeze, both Chris and Julie caught another whiff of the vine-like flowers nearby. As Julie continued to inspect her new breasts, Chris's penis stiffened with excitement. He'd always thought Julie's C-cup breasts were perfect, but he had to admit he liked this new Julie. As the scent from the flowers filled his nostrils, he found her breasts seemed to be calling to him. His subconscious mind began to fantasize: he imagined grasping her wrists roughly, forcing her to the ground, her breasts jiggling with the sudden motion. He imagined sucking hard on her newly expanded mounds as Julie moaned and begged for more. 

"Chris, what are we going to do?" Julie's voice snapped Chris out of his daydream. His cock, however, remained fully erect under his Khaki cargo shorts; Julie hadn't noticed it. 

"Um, I don't know. I guess we'd better try to get a sample of that vine that stung you," he said. "The doctor's might need it."

"Yeah, ok," Julie said, though her mind was growing foggy. "I mean, whatever you think," she added. Her head began swimming, and she was glad Chris was there to take care of her.

Chris, however, had started daydreaming again. The scent from the flowers seemed to be a powerful aphrodisiac, and he found it hard to think of anything but her bare chest, thin waist, leading into flowing hips and smooth shapely legs. Julie had once again covered her breasts with her small hands, though they provided minimal protection against Chris's intent gaze. Her nipples were elongated now, a good three-quarters of an inch long, and they poked out between her delicate fingers. It was clear that the fullness of her breast was not the only thing that had increased in size as a result of the vine's sting. 

Overwhelmed by a sense of urgency, Chris grasped Julie's wrists with both hands, lifted them above her head, and then transferred them both to his strong left hand. His right hand quickly went to her left breast, massaging the fleshy handful briefly before wrapping his arm around her waist while he gently, but firmly, laid her on the ground.

"Chris, what are you..." Julie began, but her protestations were interrupted when Chris, still holding her wrists above Julie's head, pressed his mouth onto her left breast. With his mouth open wide, surrounding her quarter-sized areola, he began to suck vigorously. Julie gasped, fireworks exploding in her mind. Whimpering, Julie's body writhed with pleasure, and she lifted her chest so as to mash her breast into his suckling mouth. As he sucked, he began to taste a sweet, fruity flavor in his mouth, like the subtle taste of peach nectar. It was the most heavenly thing he'd ever tasted. Swallowing, he pulled away briefly, then switched to the Julie's left breast and continued to ingest the sweet nectar. The scent of the vine-like flowers continued to fill Chris's nostrils, complementing the taste of the Julie's succulent breasts that overpowered his mind.

Julie was similarly affected by the vine's venom and the heavenly scent. Managing to twist her wrists free of Chris's grasp, she began clawing at his shorts, trying to free his cock from its confinement. "Oh, I want you in me," she whispered. Not needing any more encouragement, Chris stopped suckling and quickly removed his clothes, and then stripped Julie of hers. As he slid her panties down her smooth legs, some small part of him that was still capable of rational thought noticed that the light rash that still covered her leg and flat tummy met each other at her smoothly shaved mound, where it formed a delicate flower-shaped birthmark that resembled the vine-like flowers nearby – it was so detailed that it could easily have been mistaken as a carefully crafted tattoo. But Chris's mind only vaguely registered this perception, his whole purpose now fully intent on satisfying his lust for Julie's incredible body.

Chris pressed the head of his cock against Julie's vaginal lips. Her back arched with the pressure, and as her head tipped back her graceful neck caught the attention of Chris's roaming lips. Julie's body ached to receive Chris's throbbing member, and she reached down to guide his cock into her swollen wet pussy. It slipped in easily, and as it did Julie let out a quiet whimper. As he began pumping his cock in and out, Julie started to rock her hips in time, amplifying the rhythm and causing her enormous breasts to roll back and forth on her chest. Chris's mouth returned to suckling her left nipple, while his hand massaged her right breast. Fireworks again erupted in Julie's mind – her breasts were exquisitely sensitive – and she became lost in the intense sensations.

Julie's breasts were still secreting the heavenly nectar, and Chris greedily swallowed it as he pumped in and out of her tightening pussy. He felt his chest beginning to tingle, and his nipples became more sensitive. He also felt a strange tingling in his genitals, all of which only served to further enhance his pleasure. The two of them were both so absorbed in their sexual coupling that neither noticed the vines of the flowering plant slowly reaching towards them like the tentacles of a giant octopus. Lost in their love-making, they took no notice even as the vines began to coil around their legs and waists. 

Julie's vagina grew spongy and hot as a powerful orgasm grew inside her, and the heat and pressure quickly brought Chris to the edge of orgasm as well. As Chris thrust deeply into his young wife's pussy, he pushed Julie over the edge. With a loud gasp, she grasped his buttocks and moaned as her vagina began to spasm with orgasm, causing Chris to released wave after wave of cum deep into her pussy. Chris collapsed, resting his head on Julie's swollen breast, while Julie's spasming pussy continued to milk his cock. 

"That... was... incredible," Chris said, his words catching in his throat whenever Julie's convulsing pussy squeezed his still hard cock. 

"Yeah, incredible," Julie said, mirroring his words and still feeling a bit foggy. Neither of them had guessed that the plant's venom might be affecting Julie's mind as well as her body.

Chris turned his head and kissed her breast gently, then tried to pull his shrinking cock out of her pussy. He was surprised to find he couldn't do so. Something seemed to be holding them together, and now that his senses were returning to him, he felt the writhing vines constricting his legs and waist. He tried to lift himself up, but to no avail.

"What's the matter?" Julie asked in a naïve voice. The intense sexual activity had accelerated the venom's effect on Julie's mind.

"I can't get up. I'm all tangled up in these vines," he said. 

"Oh," Julie said, uncomprehendingly. Chris struggled to free his legs from the vines, but they were strong and unyielding. Glancing down over his bare buttocks, he saw they were at least an inch thick, and covered in a soft velvety exterior. They stretched tight to all sides, apparently anchored some distance away at the base of several large flowering plants – the same plants that had previously stung Julie's leg.

Chris tried to gather his thoughts. Where the plants holding them there on purpose? That was absurd, and yet... there they were, tightly holding the newlywed couple to the forest floor, still wrapped in their intimate embrace. Chris's attention was soon diverted back to his tingling chest and genitals. He felt his cock shrinking inside Julie's warmth, but even as it grew more diminutive his chest seemed to press more fully into Julie's engorged tits. A quick glance down confirmed it -- his chest was growing! And with the vines holding their bodies close together the pressure on them was increasing. Now, instead of a Chris's muscular chest pressed against his wife's lush bosom, he saw two pairs of very feminine breasts mashed together. Wait, he had breasts!? How could that be? But the pressure on her chest had the effect of releasing more of the sweet nectar from Julie's tightly puckered nipples, and the lubrication it provided caused Chris's growing tits to slip frictionlessly against Julie's. Face to face, their bodies lashed together in bondage, the couple moaned with sexual pleasure. 

The sight of his new breasts, coupled with the new sensations they provided, overwhelmed Chris's mind. Further down, Chris barely felt his flaccid member slip out of Julie. His insides were churning uncomfortably and a wet chill develop around his groin. Without his knowledge, the sweet nectar from Julie's breasts was rapidly transforming his DNA, changing his body and mind into a form that would be suitable for the vine-like plant's reproductive needs; in short, it was turning him into a fully functional human female. Other than a few tweaks to make him a more suitable host, Chris would soon look a young college-age woman with a body that would make any man look twice. Because Julie was born female, her transformation into a breeding vessel required only relatively minor changes; they had occurred rapidly after the initial sting from the vine. Now, her enlarged, nectar-secreting breasts and the tattoo on her love mound were the only outward sign of the changes that had occurred to her: internally, her womb had been transformed into an ideal incubator for the plant's seedlings. Her once-sharp mind had become submissive to ensure she would obey the instinctive new commands that had been written into her DNA.

All of this would also occur to Chris, but first more dramatic changes would have to take place. His testicles had already pulled up into his abdomen, and his penis had shrunk down to form a female clitoris. As his testicles retracted, they had settled into the position a woman's ovaries would normally occupy. Now, Chris felt a subtle sucking sensation as a dimple between his legs pulled inward, becoming a deep indentation, which slowly took on the characteristics of a female vagina – the inner walls became warm, smooth, but pliable, and outer folds of skin formed vaginal lips. As his pelvic bones realigned, his hips broadened and a gentle love mound formed just above his new vagina. Inside, his new love canal merged with his new female uterus (with the appropriate adaptations for incubating the plant's seedlings). While all this was happening, his muscular frame had diminished; hard muscle was replaced with feminine curves and smooth, soft skin. As his transformation neared completion, Chris's mind recoiled against, but quickly accepted, the sudden flood of female hormones that his testicles-become-ovaries were now pumping into his bloodstream. The shock jolted him out of his lustful pleasure, and his world faded to black. 

Chris awoke sometime later, and immediately noticed that he was alone, lying on his back on the forest floor. Sitting up abruptly, he felt for the first time his new breasts pulling heavily on his narrow shoulders. For a reason he couldn't seem to grasp, he felt at peace despite all that had happened to him. It felt perfectly natural to be sitting nude in the middle of the forest – as a woman, no less! Looking around, he saw Julie sitting on the ground some 10 feet away. He smiled at her, and she smiled back innocently. She was sitting with her knees raised to her chest, her arms pulling them tight against her swollen breast. Looking shy and submissive, she tipped her head sideways in a carefree way. Her long neck arcing gracefully, and she slide her hands down her smooth shins to her ankles and back up. Mesmerized, Chris's gaze followed her hands down, and then rested there briefly. Something strange – his mind couldn't place it – he stared dumbly at her groin. 

What his submissive mind could not grasp was that the green vine that was embedded in Julie's cunt did not belong there. It was about two inches thick, and was currently immobile. Soon after Chris had blacked out from his transformation, the vine had slowly worked its way up Julie's leg and, finding her vaginal opening, pressed into her. This was the plant's reproductive arm, and it was seeking the place deep within Julie's abdomen that had been specially prepared for carrying the plant's young. 

Moments later, the vine's probing tip had reached its destination; the vine's length slowly grew in thickness, stretching Julie's outer lips as it grew, as it prepared itself (and Julie) to accommodate the passage of its seed. Julie, whose mind had been conditioned by her transformation, accepted this intimate invasion without question. The vine had grown tight, lifting off the ground and tugging gently against her inner walls. It was guiding Julie to the place where Chris saw her when he awoke. Now, she sat quietly as her body stretched. She instinctively knew that she would not wait long, and that the passage of the seed into her uterus would give her great pleasure, both sexual and otherwise. 

None of this was apparent to Chris, as his reprogrammed mind was ill-equipped to analyze the situation. At the edge of his consciousness, he knew that this woman had been his wife, and that he still loved her. He leaned forward, intent on reaching her. He crawled towards her, his dangling breasts swinging from his small frame. He paused briefly, reaching up to cup his breasts in a futile attempt to steady them against their pendulous motion. He had been almost completely transformed into womanhood, but tiny remnants of his male self still remained in his subconscious. This male part of him, so unfamiliar with the pull and shift of breasts, would have to learn to accept the different physics of being a woman.

Upon reaching Julie, Chris reached down to gently examine the vine where it entered her vagina. The vine reacted to his touch, swelling slightly, and Julie's calm demeanor was broken. The wait was over! The vine began pulsing, pumping waves of lubricating fluid down its length into Julie's body. Her abdomen began to distend with the pressure. Within a few seconds, Julie's flat tummy took on the shape of a woman who was 4 months pregnant. And still her abdomen swelled! Julie no longer sat quietly; her body tightened, she leaned back and put her arms behind her to support her weight. Her back arched, and her knees were raised in front of her, with the vine still firmly embedded in her pussy. 

The pulsing vine was stimulating Julie's labia and vagina, and the sensations were driving her wild. Chris was momentarily shocked by the sudden energy, but his genetic conditioning quickly took hold and he instinctively knew what he had to do. He slid his body around behind Julie, straddling her from behind, and supported her weight. He reached his left arm around Julie's waist and below her distended abdomen, and he slipped his right arm under her armpit and below her enormous breasts. Squeezing her tight, the slender fingers of his left hand began to massage around the perimeter of Julie's stretched vaginal opening. He payed special attention to the swollen bud that was her clitoris. Julie's body began to spasm with the added stimulation, and her stretched vaginal lips relaxed to accommodate even more of the vine's girth.

Glancing down over her shoulder, Chris could see the vine's pulsing had slowed. A single large bulge, and then a second, each maybe four inches in diameter, began working their way down toward Julie's body. The vine had finished pumping the fluids that were the final stage of Julie's preparation: the time had come for it to impregnate her. As the first bulge neared Julie's entrance, Chris held her tighter, instinctively anticipating the intense erotic pleasure she was about to enjoy as the pulse passed into her body cavity. A trickle of the plant's fluid leaked out past Julie's lips, lubricating her for the final act. The bulge was now pressing against her lips, and Chris's fingers could feel them stretched tight, yet still they yielded, expanding more to accommodate the seed. 




Transformation and Implantation



In the next instant, Julie's world exploded. The seed slipped through suddenly, like a watermelon seed squeezed between finger and thumb, and Julie knew pure joy. Chris lay his delicate hand flat against her bulging tummy, and he could feel the seed settle into place on the right hand side. The next seed had arrived at Julie's entrance, and it had a slightly easier time with the entry as Julie's body had stretched somewhat in accommodating the first seed. As the second seed settled into its place on the left side of her uterus, Julie's body collapsed with exhaustion. The vine retracted slowly after the delivery, and Julie's body simultaneously tightened behind it, trapping the plant's fluid and the two seedlings safely inside her body. Chris held her, wiped her forehead, and rocked her gently. As Julie faded to sleep, she smiled: she would be a mommy soon. 

Julie's head was resting comfortably in the space between Chris's soft breasts. She had been resting for about an hour, and Chris had held her all that time. Despite his incredible transformation, Chris still remembered the feeling of protectiveness he had always felt towards Julie; he wouldn't let anything happen to her – or her young. 

The hour had not been uneventful for Chris. After the plant retracted from Julie's womb, it had gently wound its way up Chris's smooth leg, inching ever closer to his vaginal lips. Chris watched it, mindlessly mesmerized, instinctively knowing what would happen next. The plant found his slit, the pressed inward and entered him. Chris felt the pressure grow as the vine slowly expanded inside him. Still holding Julie as she slept, Chris watched a single small bulge work its way down the vine's length. It was nowhere near the size of the two seedlings that had entered Julie – this was scarcely three inches in diameter – but it would still take some doing for it to pass into his tight body. Chris felt the increasing pressure as the bulge reached his lips, then a rapid release as it slipped inside with surprisingly little effort. The small part of Chris that was still masculine recoiled – both the elasticity of his lips and the violation of his new body repulsed this male remnant. The feminized part of him shuddered briefly with the erotic touch, then became calm. The bulb settled into position near his cervix, blocking any entry into his womb, and the vine retracted.

Julie awoke to a gentle caress from Chris. Seeing that she was awake, he brushed her cheek gently before moving his hand to his left breast, which he guided towards Julie's mouth. With his transformation complete, his breasts had begun producing the same sweet nectar that Julie's had, which had triggered Chris's original transformation. Now he would return the favor, feeding her with his full breasts as she bore her young. The breast-nectar would produce just the right balance of nutrients to feed Julie during her pseudo-pregnancy – indeed it had evolved for just that purpose. 

Julie willingly took the breast and began suckling, gazing up as she did so into her husband's feminine face. As their eyes met, Chris smiled knowingly: this was right. As she sucked gently, her tongue expertly working the nectar from his full breast, a sense of euphoria filled Chris's mind. The small part of him that was still male faded away, momentarily leaving Chris feeling as though his life's purpose were being fulfilled as he gazed into his pregnant wife's bright eyes. 

The flood of hormones had a secondary effect on Chris's body; or, more appropriately, on the bulb that had begun to incorporate itself into Chris's cervical membrane. From its hidden place deep in Chris's vagina, thin pale tentacles like those of a jellyfish began to grow out of its hard black surface. Each extended about three or four inches, forming a thin network that lined the walls of his vagina. The tips began to branch out into ever finer threads, eventually becoming microscopically thin. Invisibly, the threads integrated themselves with the many capillaries that lay just beyond Chris's smooth vaginal walls. With these new connections, the hormones Chris was producing in response to Julie's nursing began to flow into Chris's cervical bulb. This triggered a second outgrowth, this time a single long taproot that grew down, down, down and finally out through Chris's vaginal opening. The soft white protuberance did not surprise Chris's altered mind, but it did send a warm shudder through his body as it passed through his slit. The taproot began sliding across the cool earth, seeking a suitable spot to take root. 

In moments, it had pressed its way deep into the soil and spread a vast root system that would provide nutrients for the Chris's cervical bulb. Chris was now pinned to the ground by the smooth thick root that grew from his vagina. His job, Chris instinctively understood, was to process the nutrients collected by his root system into the sweet nectar that Julie would use to nourish her incubating young. In time, Julie would give birth, and Chris's taproot would sever its connection to the soil. Driven by the instinctive need to reproduce for these strange plants, Chris and Julie would linger in the area, the complex reproductive process would repeat itself for generations. 

For now, Chris would remain pinned to the ground, and Julie would remain at his side, her submissiveness and her deep instinctual love acting to keep her there. She didn't consider that the limited mobility due to her swollen abdomen and her need for constant nourishment would never have allowed her to leave anyways. Yes, she would remain at his side, nursing, sleeping, and cuddling, until her young were ready to emerge and take root.

Time passed slowly for Chris and Julie, but their innocent minds were carefree. The incubation period had lasted just over two weeks, and they waited patiently for their freedom. During the gestation period, Julie's hunger had grown, and as her nutrition requirements grew, so had Chris's breasts. They ballooned now to enormous proportions while Julie slept, and Chris had to occasionally wake Julie from her rest so she could relieve the pressure by feeding on the sweet nectar. The smooth root that emerged from Chris's vagina had grown thicker too, to allow for more efficient nutrient extraction from the ground. His vaginal lips were now stretched tightly around the root, which had expanded to nearly four inches in diameter. Chris reached down occasionally to feel his connection to the earth, and now his delicate hands barely reached halfway around it. Somehow the root had integrated itself into his nervous system, because he was able to feel the warm touch of his hands on the root whenever his slender fingers wrapped around it. The slightest stroke would send tingles through his vagina, and whenever he shifted positions, he felt the pressure on his lips as well as from within the root itself. The pressure on his lips was growing slightly uncomfortable, and at the edge of his consciousness he knew that the birth would come soon.

The next morning, Chris woke up to find his breasts had diminished greatly in size overnight, while Julie's had grown substantially larger. When Julie tried to nurse on Chris's breasts, only a thin trickle of fluid emerged. Unable to curb her hunger, Julie felt her womb begin to churn. The seedlings growing inside her had rarely moved during her pregnancy, but now their writhing was clearly visible through her distended belly. Julie and Chris both watched and waited – indeed there was little else they could do. Julie began to feel a strange pressure in her abdomen. Struck by an instinctive urge to move, she shifted her body.

Following her urges, Julie pulled herself up into a crawling position. Her engorged tits dangled from her chest, and her distended belly pulled her back into a graceful arch. With a whimper, Julie's eyes closed and she spread her knees wide. It was time! Suddenly a great gush of clear fluid rushed out of Julie's slit, muddying the grassy ground below. Julie let out a long moan, as the pressure on her internal organs was relieved for the first time in over two weeks. Chris sat helplessly by, still pinned by his vaginal root to the soil, and he watched as his wife's elegant body prepared to introduce its young to the world. In a moment, a thin spring-green vine tentatively emerged from Julie's slit. It extended slowly, curving in a graceful arc towards the ground below. When it reached the muddy earth, it burrowed into the soft soil. Julie's hips began to instinctively buck in a thrusting motion, and she crawled slowly forward. The tentacle that emerged from Julie's slit grew taut, and Julie moaned gently as the bulging seedling was slowly pulled from her body. Her cervix had expanded rapidly when her water broke, and the 5 inch seedling slipped easily past. Now Chris could see a bulge slowly working down Julie's lower abdomen, and with a final thrust of her hips and a wet "plop!", the newborn plant burst forth into the world.

Julie collapse to her elbows, exhausted, but a single vine still connected the seedling to Julie's vagina. It was the umbilical connection to its sibling, and its gentle tugging as her body heaved served as a reminder to Julie that her work was only half complete. With a grunt, she pushed herself back up onto her hands and pulled forward again. The second birth went more smoothly, and in moments Julie's final thrust had extracted the second seedling from her womb. Filled now with a sudden, hormone-induced euphoria, Julie turned back towards her young. The seedlings had both taken root, but they were weak, their roots shallow, their leaves underdeveloped. They would need nutrients until they were able to spread their root system, and Julie's knew her full breasts would be the ideal source of that nutrition. 

She turned and crawled towards them, her full breasts swinging from her torso, until her nipples were situated above her young seedlings. Dropping to her elbows, she lowered her body until her full breasts brushed against the velvety smooth seedlings. The stimulation caused the young plants to instinctively lift a series of short tentacles to her cup her breasts. The tentacles wrapped gently around Julie's back, supporting them like a delicate bra. Their support took the pressure off of Julie's neck, shoulders, and spine, and she felt much more comfortable. The connection also served to lock Julie into place, for she now had no way of pulling away without damaging the seedlings, which her motherly instinct would never allow to happen. 

There was an opening at the center of each bra-cup-like arrangement of tentacles, and two vertical stalks rapidly sprouted up through the holes. Two tiny suction cups, one from plant, eagerly latched onto Julie's breasts and began milking her. She moaned in ecstasy as the sweet nectar was drained from her engorged tits. A rhythmic pulsing flowed down the stalks into the seedlings, and they visibly grew in size as Julie's breasts were emptied. They would need to feed like this for only a day or so before their root systems were developed enough to gather their own nutrients. It didn't matter – Julie knew she would stay forever to protect her precious young. 

Lost in the ecstasy of her milking, Julie didn't notice that Chris's smooth taproot had severed its connection to the soil, freeing Chris for the first time in over two weeks. The taproot was still connected at the other end to the hard lump at his cervix, and the other end emerged limply from his vaginal slit. With weeks of pent up lust for his lesbian lover, Chris quickly crawled towards Julie. His penis had dissolved long ago with his initial transformation, but the smooth taproot that had integrated itself into his circulatory and nervous systems suddenly sprung to life in an 8 inch phallus, several inches thick, with an ominous bulb where it had previously been attached to the ground. Chris could feel the vine pulse with life, and he longed to press it into his lover's slit. 

When he reached Julie, he touched her hip with one hand. Startled, she looked back, then smiled. Somewhere deep inside his mind, Chris knew that look. A playful "what are you waiting for" look that he knew from long ago. Needing no more encouragement, Chris pulled his female form so he straddled Julie doggy-style, his diminished but still sizeable chest pressed against Julie's back, his left hand supporting them while his right wrapped tightly around Julie's rapidly restored flat tummy. He pressed the bulb of his phallus against her slit, and her moan revealed her approval. She reached back and guided him in, her pussy easily accommodating his girth. The sensitive taproot translated the sensations back to Chris: the feelings of the warm, moist, pressure filled his mind. With each thrust, the taproot pressed against both his vaginal lips and his cervix, and his breasts lubricated by their secretions, slid erotically along Julie's back. He was filled with sensations that he had never experienced, and it was incredible! He pumped her hard, moaning in his new feminine voice with each thrust. 

He could feel a growing warmth inside him, a glowing furnace aflame with passion, and the taproot phallus let him feel that Julie was feeling the same fire. They were both bucking their hips now, Julie's breasts still being milked by the offspring's suction tubes, her weight fully supported on their strengthening tendrils. She reached back with her slender hands and felt where Chris's phallus entered her stretched pussy. Rubbing her clit in a tight circular motion released her building orgasm. The explosion sent spasms up and down her vagina, and Chris's phallus transferred those sensations deep into his own vagina, instantly driving him to a powerful climax of his own. His thrusts were sporadic now, not rhythmic, coinciding with the spasms of his first female orgasm. His whole body was filled with warmth, and he lay there for a time breathing hard, recovering. 

Julie's breasts were nearly milked dry. The young plants released their hold on her nipples but continued to hold her close with the bra-forming tentacles. She felt Chris's warm body pressing down on her, but the plants were strong enough now to support them both. As her breathing calmed from the orgasm, she felt a growing pressure in her belly. She took little notice other than to reach down and feel Chris's smooth phallus that still pressed deep into her vagina. When her fingers touched it, she felt a tingle deep inside. Chris, resting heavily on her back and buttocks, did not stir. Experimenting, Julie ran her fingernails gently along the smooth skin of the phallus. Her body shuddered with pleasure! Inside, the bulb that had been positioned at Chris's cervix had dissolved and re-emerged at the other end of the phallus – the end that was inside of Julie! Apparently, their fortunes were about to be reversed. 

In time, Chris and Julie came to relish their new cycle of life. After Julie gave birth to her first generation of twin seedlings, the vine sought out Chris's virgin uterus for the second impregnation. Julie's taproot-phallus once again rooted itself deep into the ground, locking Julie in a seated position while her body processed the unique nectar that would nourish Chris during the incubation period. Alternating between feeding off her growing breasts and laying his head in the valley between them, Chris's body nourished his two seedlings until they were ready to emerge. One morning, Julie's breasts would no longer produce nectar, and they both knew it was time. Chris's delivery didn't go as smoothly as Julie's had – it seemed Julie had a few added instincts that Chris's transformed body did not – but all was well in the end. It became their ritual to have sex during the first nursing after the seedlings were born, and it became a game to predict whether the phallus would stay with its current host or switch to the other member. 

Now, nearly a year later, Chris and Julie sat naked together. Julie was locked to the ground by the smooth taproot that emerged from her vagina; Chris was suckling gently on Julie's breast. Julie looked over the 50 pairs of strong healthy plants they had helped create. Fifty plants, 25 generations, in just under a year. A remarkable accomplishment, she nodded proudly. In a moment, after Julie's breast had been sucked dry, Chris sat up and looked around. A remarkable accomplishment, indeed.



Transformation by Trials



This is a journey through the intricate channels of a woman's mind. It is also the other side of the stories, 'Tradition and Triumph' and its sequel 'Tradition and Triumph Again'. The reader is advised to read these first. They are more in line with typical steamy prose. This is an examination of a woman's sexuality through a story. 

***** 

We were living the American dream. We had migrated just over a decade earlier with children aged 10 and 6. My husband, Ashok was an Electronics Engineer with an MBA and after the initial struggle for about 4 years his climb up the corporate hierarchy was meteoric, leading up to his position as a senior director with credible visions of a Vice Presidency. 

I did what I liked best, writing. I contributed copiously to the local newspapers and magazines and continued my contract with a weekly vernacular publication back in India. My favorite subject was women and their rights and inevitably their relationships and the challenges that go with them got drawn in. I volunteered regularly at the local cancer center and sometimes helped seniors who needed getting things done. 

Our eldest was a daughter who was now in University and the son was in high school. Both were good in their studies and were sufficiently involved in sports, dramatics or art to keep them well rounded, busy and out of trouble. 

So far so good. 

Somewhere with the birth of the new millennium, the mood at home changed. It may have crept in with Ashok's intense drive to succeed or my overloaded schedule of multitasking or maybe it was the absence of the daughter who was the livewire and calmative force at home. Our son too was grappling with the critical years of high school when parental anxiety is at its pinnacle. Whatever the reasons were, Ashok and I moved away from each other spiritually and physically. We stopped doing stuff together or having those long chats and he lost interest in sex. The nonphysical distancing was more worrying for me. 

Then Ashok blew my world apart when he said he was seeing someone else. She was his already divorced work colleague that I had met once before. She was a geek like him and that's where the chemistry jived. There were a whole bunch of reasons, of which the last was not the least, that we moved apart, didn't talk for prolonged periods, argued noisily when we did and finally filed for divorce. That left me devastated, sad, confused and lonely. Our kids and far, far away my parents and dear ones suffered with me. 

Divorce is, of course a big deal and all the paper, dollars, tears and sweat that went with it was difficult to manage. Ironically, Ashok was rather gracious and even generous in granting my share. It may have been his guilt working for me. All the legwork was tiring and that's when I often met Chuck, a family friend that offered to help me. His first advice to both of us was to repair the marriage. Somehow Ashok and I agreed on one thing. This isn't working. 

Chuck was a nice, friendly, fun loving guy who was a manager of some sort in a large legal firm. His knowledge of procedures at divorce was quite helpful and we got along quite well. Some of my friends began to suggest that we had something going. Nothing of that sort was on in my mind when one day my teenage son asked me at dinner if Chuck and I were in love. 

That shook me a bit as that wasn't the case but my bringing up and conservative family had somehow drilled it into me that infidelity was an incorrigible sin and this was analogous. My situation as a divorcee apparent still did not make me unequivocally single. So, I guess unconsciously I was making excuses to myself for being with a man often. My young son's perception of this is what threw me into a defensive mode. 

What that did was that we met outside and Chuck would visit at home, say about once a week. We went on long drives in his car and sometimes he would even drive miles out of town just on the highway going nowhere! This happened especially when Ashok was visiting our son. There was still lots of legal stuff to be discussed and there were many domestic and financial issues to decide on and I naturally found him a great help, a companion and someone who would share my burden. 

About two months had passed since Ashok and I were separated and Chuck and I had become very close friends. He would ask me about my childhood and my youth and how I met my husband and my married life. He would share his story with me and it was quite obvious by now to those around that we had something going. 

Except me. 

I still told myself that I was Ashok's ex-wife. I did not find Chuck behaving anything other than like a true gentleman. There was kindness, consideration, good manners and good deal of knowledge and common sense. That was it, I told myself. Something kept telling me that I should not get any closer than I was to this man. Yet, he was quite open and trusting as he shared some deep secrets with me. He told me about his wife who had a great big appetite for sex. I remember looking away embarrassed when he started this topic. 

Apparently that appetite was what made Sandra, his wife date three other men in tandem. We got to talking for hours about relationships both platonic and otherwise. We grew very familiar with ourselves physically and it became regular, normal and even mutually expected to hug when we met and departed. Needless to mention, I guess we got closer as the summer went by and then on a sunny Saturday something happened that changed me forever. 

It was simply a day when we accidentally met outside his home while he was riding back from his health club. He lived three blocks away from me. He was in his usual gym attire with a sleeveless top getting off his bike and I was walking by taking the route past his house, to get some groceries. We hugged as usual and his hard ruggedness and the manly aroma of after exercise sweating got to me. Quite irrationally I felt a new kind of closeness to him all of a sudden. I did not flinch but drew away as naturally as I could. 

We exchanged the usual pleasantries but my mind was so full of something else I don't even recall what transpired. I do remember that we confirmed our plan to meet that evening. Through that day's chores my mind was racing through the torrential downpour of bizarre thoughts. I was left with more questions by early afternoon. 

Why was I suddenly aware of his masculinity more acutely than in the last few weeks? Was it his scant sports attire that gave me that feeling? Do I like this association? Was it right, given the values I was taught and the cultural environment I grew up in? Am I changing from being the traditional conservative woman? Am I actually already single and eligible? Did I not know that when married man meets and spends time with married woman the progression is through physical intimacy? 

The evening meeting was a trip to a local village fair and went off quite uneventfully with my somewhat known talent of being able to dissociate mood from face! Then when he dropped me off at the curbside, Chuck suddenly opened his heart out to me. He respected me and was attracted by my beauty and talent and intelligence and blah, blah, blah! He then declared his love! 

While I was stunned by this sudden tidal wave of emotions added to the already tumultuous day, I went quiet, thoughtful and was actually left speechless. Chuck added to that by holding my hand and asking to kiss me on my lips. My confused mind was tied up in knots as I shook my head vigorously and showed my left cheek, which he kissed noisily. We said goodnight and I walked into the most disturbed night after my decision to divorce. 

That was the day that actually flipped me from what I was to what I am today. I was brought up in a Hindu family with rich familial and community traditions. There was a role and rules for everyone. Disobedience was not an option and even though I nurtured an inherent rebellious streak. My kind hearted and loving parents made it difficult for me not to toe the line. So I said my prayers, read the scriptures and learnt Carnatic music and Bharat Natyam (the regional dance form) without much fuss. It was also a tradition for the boys to play cricket, the very popular Indian ball and bat game. I played tennis and with my father's encouragement became quite good at it. 

Around pre-teens when puberty came, I had to rethink my life. This was the previous century in South India and coming of age was a celebration with rituals and worship while the subject of that event was put under much duress through embarrassment. After all, this was something happening down there and no one except my adorable sister, Gowri, explained stuff to me. Everyone else went around saying this 'big girl' thing which was quite annoying. My mom as sweet as she was, went into protection mode and took great pains to explain how boys can be bad sometimes and touch you and hold you inappropriately. It was when my sister described the actual sexual act to me that I went 'Yuck!' I actually started dreading it. 

Life as a blossoming young girl was both interesting and difficult. I enjoyed being a female and loved to emulate my mother, sister and older girls and giggled with my friends when they spoke of boys. I was often complemented for my sweet baby face and as I got a bit older they said I became quite shapely. Studies came easy and with my interest to do well coupled with parental support, school work, exams and grades were a breeze. What was a bit dicey was those creepy men on the streets, busses and public gatherings, even places of worship. In crowded public places where hordes were shoulder to shoulder, I felt hands on me which was quite disgusting. I realized how one track minded some men were and avoiding and ignoring their stares and touches was almost an unsavory, weird sport. The relief was that most girls suffered this humiliation and we made it light by sharing some of the more laughable episodes. These were my first lessons in sexuality. 

With this backdrop I graduated from high school finished undergraduate studies in science and registered for my Masters. 

It was the game of Tennis, though that brought me to Ashok. He too played regularly at the club I practiced. I liked his shy demeanor and elegant footwork and strokes on the court. He had such expressive eyes, fairly good features and an athletic build. He was also a top class student in the university where he was studying engineering. It was a big hurray when our parents realized that we belonged to the same 'community' which is a nice way of saying 'caste'. Though Ashok and I cared less about such things, the sameness helped and we were soon engaged to be married. That, of course put my Marine Biology higher studies on hold. 

The impending marriage brought a few doubts to my mind that I needed sorted out and again my dear sister, who was by now married, was my savior. I remembered her talk about sex and mysteriously the act didn't feel so repulsive anymore! Sweet Gowri explained not only the act but was open enough to discuss variations and what really excited her and very privately what her hubby, Suren liked! 

Armed with this knowledge and with my natural instincts but with some trepidation I took the important step into marital union. 

Our honeymoon night was a simple affair in his family home in the village. No luxurious suite in a hotel or anything even close. His grandparents' fairly large airy bedroom with vintage furniture and an attached bath had to do. I was a virgin; hadn't even kissed a boy while Ashok had confessed to having girls and it was after our first night when I realized what 'having girls' meant. 

We retired to our room after dinner and the flower decked bed stood in the center like some awkward stage for me to perform on. That was the problem. I had put too much thought into my role and didn't have much left for spontaneity. I was also terrified of the unknown and scared if I would fail to please my new husband. There was also a great big load of shyness. No one had seen my body after I was about nine or ten. Ashok, on the other hand was so sure of himself. He hugged and kissed me and with brief preliminaries he had me naked while my hands covered my face in shame. He made love to me with his fingers, lips and tongue before he expertly yet gently laid me down. I used my newly acquired knowledge and attempted to match him for expertise sans experience and failed. He laughed and asked me what I was doing and then without waiting for an answer moved over me positioned himself precisely and confidently entered me. I didn't know what hit me but the searing pain made me go "ouch!" and my hand flew to my mouth. There were people in the house! Contrary to what I had learnt, the entry was quite quickly and proficiently done. 

I also knew nothing of the male body and especially about erections. I made a note to remind Gowri that she forgot that piece! 

He slowed down only because the old bed began to creak in protest and then as he moved more gently I felt the bliss that Gowri promised I would. I curled my hand around his shoulders and flexed my thighs more as my knees parted involuntarily. My pelvis tilted to receive and I matched his thrusts with little feminine pushes of my own. His bushy mustache tickled my neck as he flexed to kiss my shoulder. His hot breath touched me to kindle my own fire. The sounds of his pleasure in panting and grunts and the slapping of bodies, provoked a soft moan in me too. It certainly felt good. It felt good to feel the carnal pleasure of sexual union and to feel wanted and be pleasing the one I loved. 

That was the beginning. I learnt a lot over the next two years about sex, men and my own sexuality. Somethings never changed and some others took an about turn. I never failed to be extremely shy of my body. I was assured by Ashok that it was beautiful to look at and it turned him on. He loved the shape of my breasts, the colour of my nipples, the curvature of my hips and the texture and softness of my skin. Those were his words on many occasions but I could not feel the same about myself and that somehow some deficiencies or imperfections would show. I was particularly shy below the waist and covered up soon after lovemaking. I also had this perhaps unhappy trait that my desires were deep within me. It took a lot to make me want sex. The wedding night was different as the strong anticipation drove the libido. On subsequent occasions I needed the mood, the ambience and the stimulus to get me going. 

That was another thing I learnt. I was different. My loving sister, even though she was much more conservative than me in appearance and behavior, confided in me that she loved sex and had often coaxed Suren into it. That was certainly not me. Quite peculiarly, when I was turned on I was a healthy participant, but I needed that persuasive prod. I found that many of my friends were like Gowri in their views and attitudes, derived largely through oblique references to their individual sexuality. I wondered if I was some kind of freak! 

Given the above private profile it may be confusing to know that I had a very healthy marriage. Hubby and I had similar interests and had discussion on these but he wasn't that interested in the deeper stuff. We hardly ever dwelt on relationships and psychology or personalities and social exchanges largely because Ashok would simply dismiss such topics with a shrug. Some women may have been upset with his inability or refusal or even callousness in not being romantic before intimacy or the lack of serious foreplay. Not me. Though the drive and arousal were deep seated, when intimate approaches were made, I was reacting and ready for sex though never the initiator. I was young and somehow there was physical arousal that was automatic and involuntary. We had our share of watching pornography and kinky behavior too. Ashok would ask me to imagine being torn apart by those giant penises on screen and fantasized so many of those porn stars being me when we made love. I played on, as all this was gratifying for him and I, as a typical Indian woman had his pleasure foremost in my mind. What I did enjoy of the weird stuff we did was to have sex in different places in our home. 

By this time and after about 6 years of marriage both my children were born and were in either daycare or nursery in the daytime when we would have the only time alone. Ashok would come home taking a few hours off flushed and excited and all set to go and we would make love in the living room, on the dining table, on the kitchen table, in the bathtub, in the kids' rooms and even in the car in the garage! Once when we were really into it, he had a call from a female office colleague. He put her on speaker phone and we continued to make love while he struggled to sound normal and carried on. Then a few months later, again we were alone at home and I had gone down on him orally on the living room sofa, when he called the same woman again and spoke for what I thought was about ten minutes. There was an element of titillation for me as well. He told me that the woman's name was Elisa and that she was also an Indian from the state of Kerala. She was a computer systems manager. When asked why he liked to talk to that particular woman, he nonchalantly replied that she was proud and wanted to humiliate her! 

I couldn't understand how she would be humbled on the other end of a phone line but I buried that incident among the ton of other stuff that men feel about sexual arousal. Ashok was pretty focused on the job at hand when he was ready for physical love and never dwelt on romanticizing and other sundries but hardly missed out on imagining other men and women in our bedroom. After much concerned reading and introspective research I concluded that this came from our ancestors and their community living. Societal rules were nonexistent and the gene pool had to be variant and resilient. The male, remember, in nature ensures survival through numbers while the female seeks procreation through quality. I concocted some theories for myself that kept me from wondering too much. 

I met Elisa many months later at a party in the home of a common friend. She was tall and very slim and had a matching longish face with shoulder length hair that she kept bobbed to make her face more rounded. She was well endowed in the breast department but rather flat below her waist and I dismissed her as no competition. Ashok showed no hint of appreciation of her but mentioned two other women whose looks he liked. There was a Japanese woman called Kim and Carla, a local and both were executive assistants. Then there was Kamal, from Egypt whom Ashok thought fancied me. Our bedroom fantasies were constructed around these three characters. I had to play that I liked Kamal and that was challenging as even though he was a nice looking guy I couldn't think of him in that way. The role play was thrilling and harmless and with numerous such incidences in intimacy I reclassified that as normal couple behavior. 

A few years later, Elisa was the one that stole my husband away when I was least expecting it! I am still debating if fantasies are a good thing or not. 

Back to my current dilemma and looking back to see the many changes in my outlook and attitudes, I realized that I was bold enough to be pragmatic and realistic and was courageous enough to talk about my inner feelings and desires. I was also a very cerebral and cause and effect analyzing person and I was left with this rather intense emotional few hours of recollection and decision making. 

No, I will never fall in love with Chuck. Maybe he just wants sex. Besides, these men sometimes consider their women as trophies won and boast about their exploits to their friends. Ugh! There was no future in it. He is so different. My children will be upset. They will think I was the cause for Ashok to leave me. 




Transformation by Trials



I changed my clothes to go to bed that night and I noticed the dampness in the panties I was wearing. There was no fooling me on how that happened. I looked at it intently and flipped it into the laundry bin and decided to forget about it. I checked that my son was OK and flopped on my lonely bed. 

Sleep never came. 

Chuck's words of love kept coming back to me and his parting kiss on my cheek was indelibly stuck in my brain; touch, sound and all. He was a nice guy. He meant well. He was kind. He was good looking and well groomed. He even had a sexy butt! His masculine nearness turned me on but I was refusing to accept it. Maybe he wanted only my body and as a man that's what will show. He was a source of great strength and support in difficult times and if he was in love with me should I spurn him just because my upbringing and parental culture did not accept extramarital affairs? I was not even married in the emotional sense for god's sake. Was it wrong? Was I being cheap? Doubt, questions and indecision wracked my brain before I dozed off to a restless slumber. 

When I woke up with what I thought was some clarity, I wrote him a long email asking him all the questions that sprang in my confused mind. Essentially I was asking where the future was in this association and whether it was sustainable in our different cultural backgrounds. I realize what a stupid email message that was when I spoke to him later. His mind was less cluttered and he expressed it well, when he said that he loved me and if I loved him what else mattered? 

This conversation got me thinking out of the Indian box that many of us get cramped in. I told myself that I had been hurt in my marriage and I was young enough to love again and I would follow my heart wherever it took me. The only condition I had was that I would not do anything that would hurt my children. Fair enough. 

So I accepted Chuck's love and spent plenty of quality time with him. I wasn't prepared for intimacy even as I thought that was still a distant possibility. I went out with him and we talked and we laughed and I realized that I loved this man very much. So the first step was when he came home quite late at night and in the shadows of darkness at my door, he kissed me full on my lips. That was the most exhilarating physical encounter since my husband left me and it was quite an experience. His strong arms and shoulders cradling me with the musty man fragrance and his hard muscular torso gave me the protective cover while his hot tongue and passionate lips devoured my mouth in a way that I never knew. I simply melted in his embrace and my soul gave into him as my body poured out to him. 

We separated and he left a little later. My son was sleeping in his room. I did not ever want him to know this. That was me. That was also a reflection of my upbringing and the pseudo moral values that I was grappling with inside. I knew that but the strings tugging at me from within were strong. It would be difficult for those who do not know our culture to comprehend the Indian woman's mindset. Sexual intimacy was something that was confined strictly to the domain of marriage. Before a matrimonial commitment the girls unknowingly wrap up those carnal thoughts deep inside. That may not be the same for boys but so it was for us. Boys were there to giggle over and talk to. Nothing else was thought of. 

During our many meetings I made Chuck promise that we won't have sex if both of us weren't ready and he readily complied to that request. So when we hugged and kissed in the next few days and his hands strayed down to my butt or under my shirt I stopped him and he offered an immediate apology. That wouldn't last long, as I realized. Each of our subsequent meetings, I was reacting emotionally to him more and more. 

One day after one of our drives he stopped over at a parking lot. I was not sure what he was doing but it was a lonely spot alright. As expected we were in each other's arms and kissing passionately when he moved his lips down to my neck and pulled my top to a side and laid a trail of kisses from my lips, via my cheek and neck to my bare shoulder, I must have moaned because I was so aroused. 

"Your shoulders are so beautiful!" I simply looked into his soft eyes and then when he kissed me again his left hand slipped down from my shoulder to my upper chest. I was waiting; no dying for him to touch my breasts. As he continued kissing me he obliged. 

I did moan this time for sure! He gently pressed and caressed my right and then my left breast and I cursed the stupid bra that was an uncomfortable barrier. He then gently rolled my nipple between thumb and forefinger and I was ready to scream. 

While I grabbed his neck and planted kisses all over his face, my fingers found a button to undo to creep under to feel his hairy chest. My nerves were yelling for him to take these clothes off so that I could engulf him. My desire was so transparent I think even Chuck decided it was too a public a place to continue. 

He pulled away and he drove me back home and we parted with another soulful kiss. That night I did something I hadn't done since I was a teenager. I got into bed and absolutely uncontrollably my hands went downwards, thought of Chuck kissing me all over my face, neck and breasts and I rubbed myself until I had pleasant waves of ecstasy run through me for about thirty seconds. I could go on while I thought of being in Chuck's arms but I stopped and went to sleep feeling somehow fulfilled. 

Oh my god, I thought. What had I become within months of being separated from my husband of almost twenty-three years? I had confusion in my mind on the promise that I had made Chuck make with regard to sex. The fact that I was doubting it itself was a message that my body was tugging at the strands of my morality. 

It was within my personality attributes to live a normal life in between these episodes of beautiful love but hidden from family and friends because of our archaic moral values carried rather grudgingly in my ever questioning mind. Yes, I loved him and unknowingly I had accepted the validity of our relationship through the simplistic explanation he had offered. Now I was living it and perhaps embracing his values and conceivably, he was right. 

A few days later I was at his home on a Saturday in the morning and we were looking at what options we had for lunch. I was lying on my tummy on his sofa in the family room. He was seated beside running his fingers through my hair. 

"Let's do Thai today. I love their coconut rice." Chuck loved spicy food and we often visited 'The Royal Orchid' in the neighborhood. 

"Sounds good." I agreed but I was a bigger fan of Vietnamese cuisine. 

"OK let's go then." he said and kissed me softly on my cheek. My eyes were closed and I felt his warm breath before his cool lips touched me. 

"Hmm... Do that again." 

He now put his arms around my shoulders and brought his lips to my cheek and then dragged them down to my lips. My eyes opened and I saw his happy face smiling and looking like he wanted me to be more awake and responding. I brought my arm up from my side and went round his neck and we kissed again. 

Chuck then moved over me and laid down on me with me on my tummy, and his entire delicious weight gradually settling. It felt awfully nice squashed between plush cushions and his tough frame. My face was turned to my left and so was his and we were cheek to cheek. My arms, one thrown above my head and the other by side were matched by his. His chest pressed my back like a massive masseur's hand and his hard abdominal muscles flattened my butt. Erotically, even his thighs and legs were mirrored above mine with only his feet touching the bed as he was a good five inches taller than me. Somewhere between my thighs higher up I felt the unmistakable hardness of his manhood through his pants and mine. I could live like this forever and I had often told my husband that this was as gratifying for me as was the sex act. Ashok, of course never understood or even gave it a second thought. 

Then he asked me something. I am not sure if I was surprised or not. 

"Can I take off your jeans?" 

I kept silent not knowing what to say 

"Please? I want to see you." There was some pleading and it was unnecessary to make him beg for something that was not too difficult to comply with. But this is me. I am a very shy person! 

I nodded into the pillow and closed my eyes. I felt his hand crawl underneath to find the button at the front. I hoisted myself up and undid it myself. He yanked at it and I helped again by raising myself up. He brought it down to mid-thigh and I heard him breathe deep and a hoarse whisper of: "Wow!" 

I still had my panties and my modesty did not allow me to pull it down unsolicited. His fingers were at the waist band and again I obliged by lifting myself an inch or two and he pulled the garment down. 

My eyes were firmly closed as I heard the initial words and gasps of praise and then felt his gentle fingers on me. He was so soft and delicate in his touch that it was almost ticklish. He ran a fingertip down the center and around to the sides and then with both hand ran little circles on both protrusions. My feminine consciousness made me grip my thighs together allowing no view beyond but soon his fingers were parting me and going down towards my most sensitive spot. 

"No, please don't. I am so shy!" I covered my face as I said this but there was a huge section in my poor heart that was asking me to let him do whatever he wanted. 

"Turnover, baby. I want to see you fully" 

"No!" I was smiling but firm in I my refusal as I quickly pulled up my panties and jeans. "Let's go for lunch." 

That was that. 

It didn't take him long to ask me again. We were in his car a day later, driving to his place. 

"Srila, you are such a beautiful creature. Can I not see you fully? Please?" 

Again that pleading and again I felt why I should deny him something that's so easily granted. I said nothing but I dwelt on this male fascination for visual gratification which was quite interesting. Men like looking and touching while we women liked to feel within. Some men like Ashok liked boobs while it seemed like Chuck was not too much into that part of the anatomy as he was asking to see below the belt! Gowri had told me that Suren was also similar. He loved to see her down there. Their first episode of intimacy was when he asked to see her and he had masturbated. 

While all that seemed weird and even perverse earlier on, I had begun to rationalize sexual behavior based on biological traits of survival and procreation. That was my considered opinion on subjects such as porn, oral sex, homosexuality and infidelity. 

We reached his place and we were sitting chatting in his living area after I had successfully changed the topic. Chuck though, like all men can be persuasive when they have a specific objective. 

"OK. How about that?" He looked at me quizzically. "Please? Darling?" 

It seemed almost cruel to keep him in that state. I was shy too and it may be surprising for anybody to know that even my husband of so many years had not seen me fully exposed. I was always quick to cover and in the nights the lights were always out. 

I realized I was wearing jeans again and that was the most difficult thing to get off. 

"OK. After that we leave, right?" I was ensuring that we do not get carried away though I was slowly realizing that I was getting weaker. 

I walked up in front of him, mentally closed my mind to the overwhelming shyness in me and at his eye level I pulled my jeans and panties off. 

I looked down at his face as it glowed in excitement like a teenager getting his first view, he looked up and said: "Wow! You are so beautiful!" Then he ran an index finger through the tuft of hair and then down my slit and then he grabbed my butt with both hands and brought his face and his mouth to me and gave me a kiss on my lower lips. About ten seconds into that and my shyness evaporated and was replaced by desire. I may have been thrusting myself into him and my hand went to the back of his head. My nerves screamed at him to use his tongue and go inside me. 

The same peculiar unsolicited warning bells rang in my head as I disengaged, moved back and pulled my pants back and said: "Let's go." 

Funny me! I have no rational explanation for this rather bizarre behavior. I put it down to a sort of guilt for doing something against the institution of family or an anxiety that Chuck will think I am cheap or that he will unearth my deep seated sexual desires. 

That was it! 

Moments of thoughtful recollection gave me the answer that my entire sexuality was based on hiding my sexual needs. As eccentric as that sounds, that was what I was doing. I wrote a quick email to my sister and she seemed to agree. She wrote: 'I always thought you were too proud to let your physical needs show. There is no loss of dignity in that. It is a normal desire shared by all women even our mother.' I always respected my sister's wisdom and now it shone through more than ever. She went on later: 'Our men don't ridicule us for being shy. They don't get shocked if we are bold in bed. They'd certainly be turned off if you are frigid. But if you pretend, they will be angry and that's not good for any relationship!' She made a lot of sense. 

It was with this new enlightenment that I wanted to continue my life with Chuck. This veil of pseudo chastity was a tenacious, though intangible obstacle. I had to rip it off. There was also a little matter in the back of my mind that my writing and other professional tasks were way behind schedule. I made a mental promise to myself to get that back on track as soon as I could. Two priorities for the next few weeks. 

I spoke to Chuck several times a day on the phone. As we were rapidly moving forward with our relationship and I was discovering myself so late in life and also because I had to keep this away from the kids, I slowed down a bit. Chuck queried that but he was understanding when I explained. In my own odd way and quite unmindfully I was churning the possibilities of future encounters in my mind. I thought about my body and how it would look without clothes. At 42, I stepped in front of a full-length mirror nude for self-examination for the first time. 

People did call me nice looking from my school days but I always looked younger than I was. When I was in high school they thought I was thirteen and when I married at 20 many of my husband's people thought he was cradle snatching. I didn't look a day older than 16. Partly because of my smooth complexion handed down from my mother to both of us girls and my petite frame on baby face I remained younger looking throughout my twenties and thirties. A month or so ago the divorce lawyer put my age down as early thirties which was flattering. Now looking at myself with my black, wavy shoulder length hair, which I always prided myself in and had now had those few gray strands dyed, I could easily pass for 33 or 34. The skin I was blessed with became much lighter onto my breasts and my nipples were a light brown. Ashok loved my breasts as they were of good size and shape with hardly any sag till a slight droop recently. A tiny regret touched me that Chuck was not a boobs man. Going downwards what worried me was the striae that we women develop on our abdomen after pregnancy. I never took that much notice of that and now I was staring at it almost wishing it to disappear. My hips were very Indian and wide with a fairly good sized buttocks which according to Chuck appeared much bigger without clothes. I thought about shaving my pubes and then gave it up as Chuck said nothing about it when he looked at me. Besides I had never done that. The girls nowadays were shaved and I was surprised that my daughter was one of them too. 

With a sudden thought of shyness at my vanity at middle age I moved away from the mirror. Yes, I was presentable alright! I had done this self-approval now and I had not even before my wedding! There was little doubt that I was preparing myself for Chuck to take me though I was not admitting it to myself. 

I fired a quick email to the wisest sister in the world in whom I had confided in. She replied after ten hours which was expected lag time from half way across the globe. 

'You are a clever woman, Sri.' She wrote. 'if he is nice I am sure you would have made him go through all the hoops before you came to that conclusion. My caution would be to remind you that we seldom have an unclouded brain when we love and that crafty men who want only to have sex can disguise themselves brilliantly.' 

Was there a red flag fluttering somewhere in my blind spot? What if Chuck was the crafty sort? He would ditch me after he had me. Now, if I was planning a life with him I would be broken again within months. But was I? 

Probably not. I was possibly rebounding in my recent jilting and what's wrong if I wanted some intimacy. I peeled off the pretense that I had around me and promised myself that I will be genuine to myself in future. An honest translation of that meant I was prepared for sex with Chuck. 

Now Chuck lived alone whereas my son lived with me. So a lot of times I had to go to his place for some privacy. The only times we met at my place were when the boy was away or late at night when he was asleep when we would sit in darkness in my living room whispering in hushed tones. 

On this particular day he was fast asleep, though and when Chuck and I slipped out of a Diwali (Indian festival of lights) party. I opened the door softly and as soon as we were in my living room we were in each other's arms French kissing and feeling each other up. It was on that day that I rejoiced when Chuck showed some interest in my boobs. He kept fondling them and fairly quickly he had my upper half naked. Through the sodium lights that streaked through a window I saw my breasts standing proud and heaving up and down with my excited breathing. He was seeing them for the first time and I was proud they looked good. He mumbled his praises and very quickly had his glorious lips and tongue on my nipples. I have had that done before but not with this skill nor for that duration. What was it, about ten heavenly minutes? My spirits soared as my body became limp and rigid in successive periods of heavy breathing and breath holding. My mouth uttered soft moans and groans which were getting dangerously audible. The desire in my insides was tearing me apart. Chuck was quick to take my pants off and he slipped off his too and lay on me on my favorite sofa. Bare chests rubbing and his sex against mine separated by the flimsiest of inner garments, his and mine. He started moving his pelvis to rub against me and I couldn't fathom how he was accurate in his targeting my feminine folds with his member. I didn't complain as the sensation was indescribable. 

"Let's pretend to make love!" He went in my ear. That needed no affirmative response. We were doing that already. It was something I had never done before and mind bogglingly erotic. 

"I want you inside me!" My first confession of wanting sex. My wetness was making a mess down there as I could feel it. Why wouldn't he listen to me? Is he still keeping his promise? Good god! What a silly man. I am dying of lust! He kept grinding my sex with his strong bulge with delectable interruptions of eating my nipples. My head was about to burst with the throbbing and I was going to have an almighty orgasm. He simply kept going and I was climbing the clouds without knowing the heights or the limits. 

He took a break to pant. I joined him in sweaty recovery. He rolled off me. 

What? He was not going to do it? 

I dared not ask as the relics of my old conservative self, held that thought back. Gradually my arousal wore away and I covered myself as I normally would. He cooled off too. That was the end of that night's togetherness. 




Transformation by Trials



I would be dishonest if I said I did not have heaps of fantasies floating in my head after that night. They were not simply fleeting fairy images. They were quite vivid predictions of what might be! I had thoughts of Chuck having me in different ways in different places. Old habits die hard after all! I was the horniest in my entire life and was a bit ashamed of that status which was alien to my disposition. 

Then another episode at hi place. It was in the evening and I recall his Puerto Rican gardener, Gusto was working outside. The moment I was in the house and I was in his arms, I had this terrific anticipation grip me. On the one hand I was expecting Chuck to take the lead and make love to me and on the other I was apprehensive that he just might not go there because of the pact we had made about sex. That agreement meant that he wouldn't force me into anything and so far I had given him only one invitation the other night on my couch when I said I wanted him inside. 

I was in his arms from the time we walked in and we were on his sofa kissing passionately and his hands were greedily on my breasts. I closed my eyes and let my body go supple in submission. We kissed and ran our hands and lips over each other and it seemed like we needed to take it to another level. 

"Let's go inside." He whispered. 

"Where?" I asked the redundant question. 

"Inside. My bedroom." 

I did not hesitate. We walked with arms around our waists until we reached the foot of his bed. Then while still kissing me he gently guided me backwards to a sitting position. This was my first visit to his bedroom and the king size bed with crisp sheets and covers were quite luxurious. I dismissed with disdain a vague thought that Sandra's spirit and scent was still around! I was conscious as this was day time and everything was quite bright. Our upper garments came off quite easily as that ice was already broken. He gestured to take my bottom off and I actually refused! That was such a fragile refusal as the next time he went "Please?" I complied. Oh my god, I was fully nude on his bed in broad daylight! I squirmed and wriggled to twist arms and legs to assume an impossible posture of modesty. Chuck was on all fours over me asking if he could take his clothes off. 

"Please do." I answered wondering at his gentlemanly manners even at a time of passion. 

I covered my face with my arms as I heard the rustle of clothes coming off. Then I felt his body on me and almost immediately I felt his lips on my lips, cheek, neck, shoulder, armpits and breasts. Oh, how clever he was with his lips and tongue there and his hot breath and negative pressure that was driving me to the levels I was that night on my sofa. He feasted on me visually, orally and with his fingers. I can't ignore or deny enjoying his lovemaking. I felt the obvious length of his manhood on my thigh and the furry surroundings alongside but again I didn't look. He delicately moved his right hand downwards and for the first time I felt his beautiful fingers running up and down my pubes; at first quite nonchalantly nonspecific and then more focused on my opening. Two fingers parted while the other went for my clitoris and got rough and I flinched. 

He apologized and when he asked if he hurt me I was quiet and he understood. 

He shifted the focus of his oral examination from my breasts to my tummy and my heartbeat quickened in anticipation. Was that impatience or anxiety or was that even the queer embarrassment of exposing my abdominal striae? He was quite swift in his movement downwards and he was quickly onto my mound and a second later onto my womanhood. 

My hips involuntarily bucked forward to meet him and then he performed his magic. He stroked my opening with his tongue several times before he pushed into me and then went deeper with sweeping upward strokes all over the most delicious parts of my core. His hot tongue creating waves of happiness in me while I almost felt that part swell in joy. He then brought a finger into me while he kept his fantastic tongue flicking my clit and I urged him to go on with my sounds. He went on and on and on and he had me off the bed in arousal. I also reflexively adducted my thighs to hold him. 

"Am I hurting you?" He thought I was pushing him away. 

"No. I don't know. It just happens" I was genuinely apologetic. 

I looked downwards and I saw his head as it moved while it made me happy. Further down as he was almost on all fours I saw for the first time his engorged penis pointing towards my knees. Cliché or not, I couldn't help notice that Chuck was well endowed in girth and length. 

"Can I make love to you?" Again those pleading brown eyes looked deep into mine. 

"No." I didn't believe I said it but in that state I guess I wanted him to continue to do what he was doing. It is also possible that I was insentiently fearful of his size. I dislike these comparisons of very personal attributes but Ashok was smaller especially in girth. Much to my selfish delight he took my refusal like the gentleman he is and went back to work on me. This time he used his finger on my clitoris while his tongue explored. It was so incredibly exciting that I did feel I needed to make him happy too. 

"Come, let me love you too." I was hoarse with my heavy breathing and throating those moans from my soul. 

He curled himself bringing his lower torso towards me. As I reached towards him he lay flat on his back. I got close to him and looked at that majestic organ standing erect and throbbing. I had to hold him. He was gorgeous. My husband never allowed too much of foreplay. At a similar stage he would just want to quickly enter me and be done with. So I cherished the moment I ran my fingers along his entire length, gripped him gently and then gradually tighter and slipped the ever so smooth skin away from that royal purple knob at the end. The ridge that separated the tip from the shaft and the proud and engorged veins that ran randomly on him were a picture of powerful manliness. The nest of his thick pubic hair crowned it's base and as I looked lower down his bag and the testicles lay innocently between his thighs waiting to deliver their load. I rolled over onto me tummy and examined him clinically learning some man anatomy. 

I began stroking him lovingly. He moved against me again and kissed me down there while he moaned in pleasure. I turned slightly as he reached for my sex. He kept fondling me gently and I felt my wetness cause his fingers to glide at my entrance and inside. 

I couldn't resist tasting him. Oral pleasure was something I rarely gave my husband as he was always in a hurry. Apprehensive of my lack of expertise I held him with one hand and slowly brought my lips around his knob and slowly moved more of his massive shaft into my mouth. He felt nice and filling and I realized I wouldn't be engulfing him fully. I made my movements on him while my fingertips ran superficial lines on his balls and perineum. He loved it and told me it was nice. He went for me with his mouth again but as my strokes got stronger and faster he couldn't cope. He moaned loudly in rhythm with my strokes. I really enjoyed giving him pleasure even though we were not in full sexual union. 

He got more and more excited and I felt he was going to cum. "Come on me, darling. Come on my chest!" He moved to squat over my chest and I continued to stroke him as his lovely scrotum swung above my boobs. I alternated back handed strokes with my left to facilitate the recovery of my right. As he groaned and breathed and beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead I found myself panting with enjoyment as well. 

Then he hoisted himself up a few inches and his voice trailed off in a higher pitch for the next few strokes before he squirted with one huge grunt. I felt the gush of semen through his penis with each spasm of ejaculation and saw the white stringy liquid emerge from that cute slit like opining at the tip and smear funny lines of mess on my breasts. I kept going until he was completely dry. 

He smiled and slumped by my side. He grabbed some tissue to clean up quickly and then he reached for me again. 

"Come, let me do it to you." He offered. 

"No, I am fine. I am spent." 

"Sure? Come on, it's not fair. You worked so hard on me" 

"No, no." I held his hand as his fingers reached me. "I am fine." I was quickly off the bed with some clothes on me and was in the bath in a flash. 

I had wiped most if his come off but somehow I was tempted to touch a wet spot on my left breast and taste it. I wasn't sure what it felt on my tongue. Those porn stars had them come completely in their mouths. As I let the warm water wash the juices of love from my chest, my abdomen, my genitals and my thighs, I jogged back my memories and gathered some of my thoughts. 

I felt no guilt for what happened so far but I was amazed that I had refused sex! I was not craving for it by any stretch of imagination but I found my behavior a trifle untruthful. That aside I found Chuck simply adorable. He was a true gentleman and a dedicated and sensitive lover. I couldn't help smiling to myself about his fancy for my privates as I soaped that exact same part. Guilty, I am of comparing again, but Ashok never gave my genitals a second glance. It was there for a purpose and even though he touched, caressed and kissed there was none of that focused adoration. Suren, my BIL was the same as Chuck according to my sister. So there were these types which was a normal variation within a spectrum. Since most of my life I had no exposure of that angle I never had any great pride in my appearance below my waist. Like many other women, I thought it was an ugly part of the body that needed to be covered. Now I was seeing myself differently as Chuck showered so many praises on the way I looked down there. 

Not for the first time he praised my pubic hair, the shape and density of my bush and how the dark hair contrasted with my hairlessness on my thighs and lower abdomen. Again he had complemented me on my virginal look as I looked unspoilt and even unpenetrated which was a kind exaggeration. 

As is my nature I came up with a scientific explanation for men's fascination of the female genitals. It was a fancy that led to them seeking it and therefore trying to procreate. Then, I argued with myself why don't women seek the penis as much? Women, in general get turned off when they see a man exposed except when they are in an intimate setting. We like quality, I assured myself. We like the whole man and are not looking to produce only numbers like our male cohabitants. 

There was a knock on the door. "Hey, are you OK? That's a long shower!" 

"Coming." I had lost track of time. I quickly dried myself, dressed and went out to find chuck still naked sitting on the bed. "Sorry. Your shower is so good and powerful. "I lied." 

"I have to wash too, you know. It's all dried and caked up now." 

"Sorry." I hesitated. "You didn't get any mess on you, you liar! Anyway, OK come I'll help you wash up!" 

Chuck beamed as he heard what he wanted to hear. He stood up and marched into the bathroom even before I had time to digest what I had just said. I followed him a tad embarrassed. I had actually offered to scrub him! He walked straight into the shower stall and I stood by the open door when he adjusted the temperature and used the hand shower to let the water flow down his body. 

I picked up a sponge, squeezed some liquid soap and applied it on his back shoulders, legs and tummy. 

"Take your clothes off. You're going to get wet." That was true. He turned the shower off. 

I took my top off and kept my bra and my pants on and started scrubbing his belly button area. 

"You are still shy? Scrub me where it matters." 

I knew what Chuck was saying and again I realized I was slipping back to my almost inherent sexual timidity and false pretenses of the absence of carnal senses. In a way I did not have any desire or arousal at that moment but there was no need to avoid touching the man whom I was intimate with. 

With an abrupt transformation of my intent I brought my hand down to his penis and scrotum and gently applied the suds working up a thick lather. As I soaped that area I realized how innocently vulnerable and soft the flaccid penis was. I covered it with lather fully, alternatively using the sponge and my hand. Then I went down to his sac and did the same but with delicate fingers. He parted his legs to accommodate my caring. I looked up to see his eyes closed and his face in a state of relaxed bliss. There appeared in me a rather mysterious yearning now to knead manly muscle. Even as that craving surprised me I moved my left hand to his handsome buttocks. The shining smooth skin encased those strong masses of muscle making up the rather sexy shape that Chuck had visible through his pants. While my right did lazy aimless circles in front my left hand made purposeful strokes across, downward and diagonal on his delightful twin globes. I wondered why the male butt is such an undervalued commodity in feminine appreciation. When I pushed my fingers down his cleft and went multiple times past that puckered area and reached the soaping of his perineum, I heard soft moans. To my surprise I felt the stirring of his penis. If there is something that visually arouses me, it was the gradual pulsatile engorgement of a penis which was reacting to my actions. I gave the sleeping giant all the attention he deserved with both hands but nervously conscious that I might have to take my clothes off again. A glance at the clock above told me it was still not sunset yet. 

"Please, Srila. Please." 

"What? Please what?" 

"I don't know. I want to do something. I need to come again." 

"Don't worry. I'll help you." I promised. Later he would use this 'help you' phrase to refer to masturbation and it stuck for a long time. 

I immediately started stroking him with my right while my left cradles his balls and felt his butt everything all soaped up. He arched backward and groaned and grunted and rather quickly climaxed. I guess I was surprised a bit at the amount he spilt on the floor. 

As he cooled down I washed away the soap and smiled up at his drained out face. I wiped off the soap suds on my arms and shoulders. Leaving him to do the rest I put on my top and went out of the bathroom. 

He was out in a few minutes wearing his bath gown. 

"Thanks so much. That was so nice and caring." 

"I enjoyed it too. Don't thank me. We did it together." 

That was some day! I got back home before dinner and sat with my son at the dinner table. He looked a bit upset and wouldn't say much and snapped when I asked. I feared the worst. He had heard, saw or perceived something! 

We finished dinner in silence and he was about to charge up to his room when I stopped him at the foot if the stairs. 

"Son, you can share your worries with me, OK? I know you like nobody else. We can talk this through and I promise you'll feel better." 

He stopped looked at me when I saw tears welling and he turned, hugged me and wept. 

I had never seen him cry for more than five years so it really upset me. My apprehensions were gone that he had heard something about me as this didn't feel like anger. I sat on the steps and made him sit a step lower and rest his head on me. 

"Tell me, baby. What's wrong?" 

He leant on me and poured his heart out. He had a showdown with his closest buddy and the girl he liked best in his class took his buddy's side. Now both are not talking to him. When I asked him what the disagreement was about he didn't tell me saying that it wasn't important. Then he told me that his soccer coach had informed him that he had to sit out for the next match. There was too much weighing down on a young heart added to the breakdown of our marriage and the departure of his father. When I talked to him more I realized that he feared that his best buddy was going out with his favorite girl that weekend. 

Now I understood. 

My little boy had become a man. At seventeen he had a crush and he was hurt. I hugged him kissed his lovely sweet smelling locks of hair and ran my fingers down his face and neck. He snuggled against my breast and made himself comfortable against the softness. 

"It's going to be OK, sonny." I rested my chin on his head gently. "If it comforts you I went through - we all go through that in life many times. Be brave and look to your future. Not only are there many more guys out there, these two are not gone forever. Small misunderstandings are a part of life. They give you the strength and experience to deal with the bigger ones." 

I held his shoulders and felt how muscular he had become. He did play sports and went to the gym at school. My hands went down to his chest. He winced to my touch on the right side. 

"What's there?" I asked with concern. 

"I got hurt yesterday, mom. Some guy's boot. I ran into him." He lifted his T shirt and I peered to see the awful purple bruise. 

"Oh! You never told me. Come I'll give you a cold pack. It'll reduce the pain and inflammation." 

After making a fuss he agreed and lay down on the sofa and I brought a bag of ice to place on his bare chest. I sat on the edge and caressed his chest gently. He put his arm around my waist and said: "Thank you, mama. I love you!" 

"Love you too, baby!" 

It's funny this connection between mother and son. I realized I would be doing this differently if it were my daughter. His touch on me and my fingers on his hairy manly chest were somehow very sensual without being incestuous. I thought about the Freudian theory of Oedipus Complex and wondered if my boy ever felt anything like that for me. He was wearing a pair of shorts and his genital bulge was obvious and I wondered at its dimensions and appearance and how it had morphed from the little baby bud I had scrubbed! Did he have a regular girlfriend? Had he experienced sex already? I shook these weird thoughts out of my sex starved head. It must be that sofa. Chuck and I had used it the other day! My boy got up to go to bed and I helped him and kissed him good night. 

I know my daughter has had sex. She was using contraceptives. Ashok was a bit apprehensive when he learnt of this, like any typical father but I managed to calm him down saying that was the norm and our darling girl was sharp enough not to hurt herself. 

I curled up in my bed and went on another thinking trip; long and deep. My son gave me a jolt. It felt like he suspected something and eventually it turned out to be something else. I also replayed my shameful thoughts when I had run my fingers on his chest and he rested his head on my breasts. I hated myself for having those thoughts and put the blame squarely on my physical relationship with Chuck. I told myself several times during all this that I wouldn't hurt my kids and now I decisively included thoughts against them as well as my conduct. It is my current situation; I was convinced absolving myself of any wanton wrong doing or thinking. 

I rewound my family life again and I remember Ashok in the bathtub completely nude regularly with my children till they were below ten. I could never do that even with my husband but he was OK with it and the children thought nothing of it then and said nothing many years after. Something to research! 

Chuck! Where was I going with him? Whenever we were alone he wanted intimacy which was cute and all that but is that only what he wants? I also thought of our current status where we were extremely intimate without having actual sex. To be very frank to myself I wanted him to have me and every encounter I was getting closer and perhaps wanting it more. May be I was the one who wanted only sex! 

There was a great deal of confusion on a number of fronts. May be I should not encourage him. May be he and our association has changed my character unrecognizably! Changed me negatively!