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It's a Monster

By: StangStar06



 Hey Folks. This one took a while. After "Sparty Party" I had a lot of things to do for my classes and a few for my gorgeous wife. This was originally meant as a Halloween story, but I think it's okay any way. Thanks for Barney -R doing his usual editing wizardry. Thanks also to all of the wolverine fans and Spartan fans who realized that "Sparty Party" was tongue in cheek. I think both schools are great. SS06 

* * * * * *

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was in my apartment, sound asleep. I woke up and rolled over towards my fiancé, Beth. I was twenty four years old and Beth was twenty three. We had been together for four years and had been planning on getting married later that year. 

We were actually in the planning stages of the wedding and were scheduled to meet with one of our prospective caterers for a food tasting that evening after work. 

As usual, during the night our bodies had become entwined. As I moved, Beth's left eye popped open. 

"Don't even think about it," she said, sleepily. "You're not gettin' any." 

"Only because I don't want any," I said right back. 

"Even if you did want it," she said. That was enough of a challenge to me. I kicked one leg over hers and started blowing on her belly. Her legs started to twitch. I moved my hands up to her huge breasts and blew on the underside of both. 

"Stop it!" she said sharply. But her legs began to move apart. I gently grabbed onto one of her tits and sucked the nipple into my mouth. Her moan escaped her clenched teeth and both of her eyes were suddenly open. 

While one of my hands played with her tit, the other started inching it's way south. It continued traveling until it reached the warm furry triangle between her massive thighs. Beth isn't a tiny girl. She's an Amazonian type woman. She's five foot ten and weighs over two hundred pounds. A lot of that is boobs. She has a huge rack, nice legs and a nice butt too. 

Beth's head of streaked blond curls lifted as she looked me in the eye. 

"I love you Galan," she said. And then our mouths locked. She spread her legs and pulled me up between them. Our hips locked together almost as if they were magnetic. We began a dance as old as humanity. The horizontal bop, the hookah chukah, the beast with two backs, whatever you call it ... we were doing it. 

It seemed as if Beth and I were constantly having sex. That morning was nothing unusual. We did it at least twice a day. There were also days when we got so horny for each other that we came home at lunch for quickies. 

That morning turned out to be a three hole morning. After I came in her pussy , she sucked me back to hardness and rolled over, shaking her big butt at me. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart in an invitation that I'd had to have been dead to resist. After the first few strokes in her forbidden passage, she scooted forward and got onto her side. She lifted one of those big legs skyward and pulled me over to her. 

I re-inserted myself in her back door as she wrapped her arms around me. We started kissing and sucking each other's tongues as if there was no tomorrow. 

We were both streaming sweat in the early august heat as I slowly and gently probed her rectum. My hands weren't idle. One squeezed one of her pillow sized boobs and the other danced daintily across her swollen clit. Her hands arched around behind her pulling me against her furiously. 

"Galan, I'm gonna cum again," she warned. 

"Hold it back, Beth," I begged. 

"Mmmm ... It's too good," she whimpered. "I ... I caaaaaannnn't wait ... Oh ... Ohhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhh! ... I'm done." She pushed me away. I looked at her angrily. 

"Beth, get your ass back in this bed," I said. 

"Jeezus, Galan, are you trying to fuck me to death?" she asked. "You already came twice this morning and we do have to go to work." I pouted. 

"Always leave them wanting more," she smirked. "This way you'll go the whole day thinking about nothing besides getting your dick back up in my fat ass tonight." 

She blew me a kiss and headed for the shower. A few seconds after the water started, I opened the shower door and pushed her against the wall. I'm not the biggest guy in the world and if Beth had tried to she could have resisted my efforts. 

I spread those big legs apart and reached around grabbing a handful of those big soap covered tits. I started blowing in her ear and her knees got weak. "You're going to make us late," she whined. I started stroking her sides. I felt and squeezed her big butt cheeks. 

Then suddenly I slapped her ass as hard as I could. She shrieked in shock. The fact that her body including that ass was wet added to the sting. I took one of her arms and raised it over her head as the water fell on us. From behind my back I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed both of her arms to the pipe that the water came out of. 

"Galan!" she whined. "Don't!"

I slapped her ass several more times, each stroke slightly harder. I noticed that her nipples were as hard as diamonds. I pinched them hard and then reached over and bit one of them until she started squirming. 

"Oh Fuuuuuuccckkk!" she screamed. I turned her back around so I was behind her. I reached around her and squeezed those big tits as hard as I could. Then I grabbed her big belly and jiggled it. 

"Galan, leave my fat stomach alone," she said. "It's ugly." 

"It's sexy," I said. "Someday in the near future, I'm gonna put a baby in it." She hissed, as a shiver passed through her. I jammed my rampant dick into her in one shot and started fucking her as hard as I could. Where we'd been gentle and loving in the bed, this time we were brutal. Each thrust almost lifted her off of her feet. 

The squishy sounds as I rammed her wet pussy were louder than the sound of the water falling on us. Her squeals were evidence of the fact that she loved what she was getting. After every few strokes I slapped her ass brutally causing her to squeal all over again. 

"Fuck me, Galan," she hissed. "Oh shit, do it. Cum in me. I want it. You can do whatever you want." 

My dick started trying to spurt out sperm, but there was nothing left. I still felt the tingles but my balls were already empty. 

"Oh God that was good!" she said. I hugged her. She leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues dueled inside of our mouths. "Can I finish my shower now?" she asked. "We're already going to be late." 

I had a sudden urge. I pointed my dick at her and just let a stream of warm yellow piss flow all over her. She was shocked. It rolled down her sides and over her large ass. 

"Honey, I always told you that you could do whatever you wanted to me," she said. "It's good to see that you're thinking about things for us to do. But we really need to get to work. Okay, scratch that. I need to get to work. You're a hotshot salesman, with an expense account and all of that crap. But some of us are only lab techs who have to punch in and out." 

I quickly unhooked her handcuffs. She pulled me over to her and started soaping us both up. I returned the favor and spent a lot of time soaping her tits. 

"Galan, stop it," she said sharply. "I don't have any sick days left. I only have few vacation days left. We can't stay home and fuck every time you get a notion." 

"Okay," I said sadly. 

"Galan, what is it with us?" she said. "I can't seem to get enough of you; even after all of this time." I shook my head. 

"I don't know," I said. "I just love you so much.

"But I'm fat," she said. 

"Beth, you are the sweetest, nicest woman I know," I said. "Your smile lights up any room you walk into. I love having you in my life." 

"Well you're the only one," she said. "But since you're the only one I want, it's not important." 

We started rinsing off the soap and she hesitated. "Galan, did you mean what you said?" she asked. "About putting a baby in me, I meant." I nodded. 

She dropped to her knees and reached for my dick. "Beth, I have nothing left," I said. 

"I know that dummy, but like I said, I want you thinking about fucking me all day long," she said. She knelt there trying to resuscitate me but I couldn't rise to the occasion. 

A shiver went through my spine, as though that moment, with Beth's head cradled in my lap while water rained down on us was an omen of some sort. And that's how the story begins. 

Everything before that moment was a preamble. I had a sudden vision of Beth and I doing that same thing only instead of it being a very happy time, it would be something else. I really didn't want to let her go. I was sure that if I did our lives would change. Beth thought that I was just being playful and pulled herself out of my grasp. 

Beth hurriedly dressed and got ready for work. I took my time. As a sales account manager, I could get to work whenever I felt like it. 

She glared angrily at me as she hurried out of our apartment. "Galan, I can barely walk," she snapped. The smile on her face spoke differently though. 

* * * * * *

Beth

I punched in with only moments to spare. I had thoughts of Galan running through my head as always. As I got to my station, I had to clear my mind so I could concentrate on my job. It was hard. This was the best time of my life. I was young and I was in love. I also had a good job in my chosen field and a wedding to plan. 

It sounds like a normal life. It sounds like a good life. It sounds like what every young girl wants. But it doesn't seem normal for me. Let's face it; bigger girls very seldom get the brass ring. Prince Charming doesn't usually factor in when the princess weighs over two hundred pounds. 

When I was growing up, I never had a boyfriend. I bore the marks of the double whammy. First off, I've always been heavy. Secondly, I'm a science nerd. Put those two traits together and it spells L-O-N-E-L-Y. 

Some of the prettier girls had boyfriends when we were in middle school. Most of the girls had boyfriends in highschool. Not me, I was still single all through college. 

I have a pretty face and really big tits. I got a lot of guys, especially during college who were interested in me out of sheer curiosity. But I never had anyone who wanted a relationship. When I turned twenty, I made a deal with one of the nerd boys in one of my classes. 

Ernie Zigfelder, was even more nerdy than I was. But he was also a tit man. Ernie stared at my chest more than he did the board in class. I finally cornered him and told him that he could play with my tits and suck them as much as he wanted if he took my virginity.

It was quick, it was painful and it was embarrassing. It's something I look back on and laugh now. I was so disappointed that I almost got angry. For twenty years I had been hearing about how great sex was. And when I finally experienced it, I found out that it wasn't anything special. I still didn't see what all of the hype was about. But at least I'd done it. 

I graduated with a BA in Chemistry and decided to work for a while before going for my Masters. I started working here at Allied Chemical that same year. There I was a full fledged adult woman and nothing had changed. 

In elementary school, I got picked on and laughed at because I was the fat girl. In middle school, I got picked on and laughed at because I was the fat girl. High school ...same thing. College of course, was different. It was full of adults who were beyond that type of behavior. There, I got picked on and laughed at because I was the fat woman. 

Out here in the real world, surprisingly things are the same. The difference is that they hide it. Women stand around the coffee machine and have little conversations that I'm not invited to. I've over heard them talking about me. And the jokes are the same as they've always been. 

The men are worse than the women. Or they used to be. All of that changed though when I met Galan. Galan is very handsome. After meeting him, I changed my mind about love at first sight being bullshit. 

He walked into the lab with Robert, our plant manager, and our eyes met across the room. Robert brought him over to talk to me about getting some samples of one of the drugs we were about to market. He was very shy and very nice. 

Some of the secretaries and office workers laughed at me when they noticed me staring at him as he walked away. "No chance Fattie," they laughed. 

"I'll come back and tell you all about him," laughed Dana Brooks, who was one of the biggest flirts in the company. And sure enough, she threw herself at him when he stopped by the next day to pick up the samples. He spoke to her for a while. I was angry the whole time, but so was also used to losing out to the slimmer girls. 

But surprisingly, he spent time talking to me after I handed him the samples. He asked me about some of the things on my desk. That led to us talking about a Star Wars and before I knew it, it was time to go home and the women in the office were livid. 

Over the next few weeks those long conversations became a regular thing. They morphed into lunches together, which eventually became trips to the movies, which became dates. It took a while because we were both nervous, but the dates led to kissing and the kisses were so good that I started to get scared. 

I began to wonder about my body. Galan and I had a really good thing going. We had so many things in common. I loved kissing him. And the feelings I got when he gently rubbed my breasts through my clothes often left me warm and wet. But having him see all of me had me worried. But it was something that both of us wanted so badly that it hurt. 

When it finally happened, my life changed. Galan had taken me to a Star Wars marathon. We started out holding hands and exchanging occasional kisses. The kisses grew more frequent and his hands dropped to my tits. I was so hot that I put his hands under my blouse in the concealing darkness of the theater. 

One of his hands slid down south and started softly rubbing my vagina and right there in the theater, I moaned. I could barely stay still in my seat. All of a sudden, sex made sense. 

Before I knew it, Galan's finger's were inside of my panties and I was urging him on. I was so wet that it felt as if I was dripping. Galan brought his hand up out of my panties and held his fingers under my nose. I got a whiff of my own heady arousal fragrance. "Better than any flowers," he whispered.

I was so close to cumming from just what he'd been doing with his fingers that I didn't want him to stop. 

"Are you going to put your hand back?" I whispered. His other hand was still busy under my blouse and my breasts felt like they were growing under his attention. 

"In a minute," he said. As I watched he took the fingers that he had just pulled out of my pussy and started sucking them. "God you taste good," he hissed. That was it. I came harder than I ever had with any vibrator. None of the fumbling nerds that I had been with had ever pushed me over the top. but Galan had done it without even touching me. Just the sight of him licking my pussy juice off of his fingers made me explode. I had to put my hand over my mouth to avoid having my scream heard by everyone around us. 

As soon as I regained my composure, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the theater. 

Displaying his typical naïveté, Galan asked. "Did I do something wrong? ... Are you angry at me?"

"Hell yes!" I snapped. "Why the hell would you do something like that to me in the middle of the Phantom Menace?"

"So the date is over? I don't get another chance?" he asked seriously. 

"Galan, you can have all the chances you want," I said. "But for now, take me to your apartment."

Once we got behind closed doors, our clothing was quickly discarded. Galan was like a kid let loose on a playground alone. He did and tried everything. He had my pussy in every position he could think of. For the next few weeks that was all we did. We met up after work and fucked. 

Galan went after me like a scientist. He experimented, documented and collected the results. By the end of a month Galan had fucked every hole in my body. He had crammed his dick into every crevice, crack and depression I had. 

He also had me doing research. It took me only a month to learn to deep throat him. A lot of women consider themselves talented if they can swallow their man's cum. Swallowing is old hat. Swallowing means he cum's in your mouth and you pass it down your throat. We're much more efficient than that. Galan sticks his dick down my throat. We bypass the mouth completely. He shoots his sperm directly into my esophagus. My throat muscles, the same ones used for passing food into my stomach, massage his dick and pump the sperm out of it. 

I also learned to love it when he fucks my ass. It really comes in handy during my period. Maybe it's a psychological thing, or an inferiority complex, but we have sex every day. We have not missed a day since we started. I get really grumpy if I don't get fucked. 

It could be the fact that I started so late in life, so my body is making up for lost time. It could I also be the fact that I love Galan so desperately. I love touching him and being touched by him. There is nothing I wouldn't do for my man.

After we'd done as much as we could think of when it came to positions and parts, we continued to experiment. We've done bondage and a few other things. The problem with that was that although I don't mind being tied up occasionally, Galan isn't much of a dominating personality. He was also simply incapable of hitting me even in a role playing situation. 

We both love golden showers and body fluids. There've been times when I thought Galan was trying to lick my pussy dry. But neither of us was into defecation or spitting. Neither of us went in for exhibitionism either. In my case it was because I simply can't imagine anyone except Galan wanting this fat body. In his it was because he's really shy. 

We almost tried swapping once. We met with the other couple and had a nice dinner. We took them back to our place and turned the lights down low. I was feeling really nervous about it, and as if to prove that we were meant for each other, Galan just said no and turned the lights back on. 

"I can't do it," he told us. "Beth is mine. I don't think I could handle the thought of her with someone else."

By that time the other woman had already taken her clothes off. She was thin and I had been sure that Galan would have liked her. My blouse was the only thing I had taken off. The guy from the other couple seemed unable to take his eyes off of my tits. He was really pissed.

After they left Galan and I talked about it. 

"So I'm yours huh?" I asked, smiling. He just nodded. 

"Galan that woman was really cute," I said. "And I would still have been every bit yours when you got done wih her."

"She has no ass and no tits," he spat. "I need something nice and soft to feel on. Sorry if I messed things up for you, but I would have felt like I got cheated."

"Galan you sound silly," I said. "I had no interest in that guy. I was only going to do it for you. I'd do anything for you. Especially since I know that I'm yours now."

"Take your clothes off," he said. I pulled my pants down and took off my bra. He walked over to me and slapped my ass. It stung like hell. 

"Who told you to keep your panties on?" he asked. I quickly pulled them off and let them drop on the floor.

"Get over here and suck my dick," he told me. He didn't have to tell me twice. It took me about ten minutes to reduce him to a boneless blob on the sofa. 

After that he had me stand up and he walked around me in a circle. "From now on this is the way you dress when we're alone," he said. I just nodded. It was hard for me to keep a smile off of my face. When Galan had announced to the other couple that I was his had been the happiest moment of my life. For the first time in my life, I was someone's girlfriend. 


It's a Monster



"Oh, yeah," he corrected. "I do want you to wear one thing." 

I think I was expecting a chastity belt or a slave collar. I would have happily accepted either one. But I was floored when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square box. I had no idea what was in it. Then he dropped to one knee, and held up a ring. 

I went into shock. "Galan is that...? Uhm ... What is it?" I asked. I had an idea, but I was afraid of making a mistake and ruining the best night of my life. I thought that maybe it was a friendship ring, or one of those promise rings. 

"What does is look like Beth?" he asked. "It's an engagement ring. I love you. I want us to get married." 

I just stood there staring at it. It was all I could do to stay on my feet. 

"So, are you going to answer me?" he asked. 

"Galan, you idiot," I said. "I already told you I was yours. This just lets everyone else know it. We're going to be together until the end of time. I love you too." I couldn't help it. I just started crying after that. It was the happiest moment of my life. 

Galan WAS my life. We were always happy. The only dark spot in my existence was the time I had to spend at work. I was still enduring and trying to ignore all of the laughing and jeering and fat jokes. In fact, the women treated me even worse after they saw my ring. I realized that a big factor in the way they treated me was jealousy. 

Of course my confidence went through the roof then. I had Galan so I really didn't care what the other guys thought. And the knowledge that those stupid women were jealous of me only added to my confidence. 

I started to dress better at work. And people noticed it. I didn't realize the effect it had on people until one day I called the supply manager to put in a req for some chemicals. Under our old system you could just call Todd and tell him who you were and what you needed. Under the new system, you had to fill out a written requisition. 

"Beth you have to fill out the correct form," he said. Todd was one of the men who was always laughing at me and calling me fat. I knew that he was going to use this opportunity to harass me. "Beth you could come over to my office and I'll give you the form and show you how to fill it out," he said.

I needed the supplies to do my job so I went. 

He closed the door behind me and I expected him to say a bunch of mean things to me. I wasn't ready for what happened.

"Beth, I ... I want to apologize for all of the bad jokes and terrible things I've said to and about you," he said. "Here, have a seat at my desk and I'll get the form."

He came back a few minutes later and while I was very relaxed, he seemed nervous. He seemed so nervous that it was as if he was about to pop. I took a pen from his desk and began filling in the information on the form while he watched me.

I looked up suddenly, to ask him a question and everything became clear to me. The blouse I had worn that day showed a lot of cleavage and my lab coat was unbuttoned. Todd was staring at my boobs like a junkie staring at a bowl of heroin. 

"Sorry," he stammered. "I've never seen boobs that big this close."

"Okay, let's hear it," I said. 

"Let's hear what?" he asked. "I said I was sorry for staring. I couldn't help it."

"You know ... the fat joke ... the insult," I said.

"No jokes, no insults," he said. "I'm done with that."

"Well that's good," I said. "That stuff always makes me feel really bad. It's hurtful."

"Maybe we could make a deal," he said. The look on his face should have told me to just leave, but I was curious. 

"How about if you and I became friends," he suggested. "Not only would I not insult you. I'd make sure no one else does either."

"And what exactly would I have to do for this "friendship?" I asked. 

"Nothing really," he said quietly. He waited for a while and then came out with it. "Could I see them ... Just once?" 

"Are you out of your mind?" I said. "I'm engaged. Galan would be pissed. Besides, these aren't even my boobs. They're his. I just carry them around for him."

"He's never going to hear about it," he whined. "I just want a look." He walked over to a cabinet and opened the drawer. He pulled out several magazines and showed them to me. 

They were all magazines with titles like Juggs, Busen and Big Tops. "I have all of these magazines," he said. "I dream of women like you. But I married my highschool sweetheart and her chest is as flat as a board. I love her. We have four kids but I still dream about ... Please!" 

"Okay," I said. "But stay over there." I slowly unbuttoned the five buttons on my shirt that were done up. "Lock the door Todd!" He turned and locked the door. 

I let the blouse drop down into the chair. Then I pulled my bra straps down and pulled the bra down around my waist. I thought Todd's eyes were going to bug out of his head. 

Seeing his reaction gave me a tingle. I don't think it was sexual as much as it was a feeling of power over this man who had once intimidated me. I lifted my breasts and played with my nipples and Todd suddenly proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was a tit man. 

"Shiiiiiiiiitttt!" he said. And suddenly the room smelled like sperm. It was a good thing that Todd was wearing dark pants. I fixed my bra and closed my blouse as Todd ran into his bathroom to fix himself. 

Over the next few weeks Todd kept his promise. No one at work made fun of me any more when he was around. He even made those jealous women stop bothering me. Every once in a while. I'd go into Todd's office and give him a refresher. After that, going to work was no longer a problem. My life was perfect. 

* * * * * *

Galan

I left the apartment a few minutes late, but I didn't worry about it. Today was going to be a good day. I would go in to work. And my boss was going to surprise me with yet another top salesman of the month award. Of the fifteen sales account managers in our division no one came close to me in sales. Of the seven months of the year that we'd gone through, I'd won the award five times and four times consecutively. 

I got into my pewter 2014 Mustang 5.0 and thought about what I would say when I got the award. I hoped that we'd have a big assembly like we'd done the previous month. That way Beth could be there when I got it. 

I walked into the building like I owned it. In a way, I did. The salesmen were the top dogs in the company. They could make all of the drugs they wanted, but without someone to sell them, no money would come in. 

As I got in the elevator I remembered that I needed samples of our new NSAID drug. I had several major customers who were eager to try the drug out. I sold to major retailers, several drugs store chains and more than fifty clinics and small medical offices. I also handled four out of the six hospitals in our region. 

I decided to just get some samples from Todd. As soon as I walked into the office section Glory waved at me. Glory, was Gloria Bunker, our office manager. Glory was a friend. She was very different from most of the secretaries, assistants and stenos that worked in the office. She was also a bit older. 

Glory was fifty five and divorced. Before I had gotten together with Beth, she was always telling me that I needed to meet her daughter. 

"Number one again?" she smirked. "What am I going to do with you?"

I just smiled and waved back. 

I walked across the large office floor to Todd's office. I yanked the door open without even thinking about it and looked across the desk expecting to see Todd. 

I did see Todd, but he wasn't alone and he wasn't doing what I expected. 

Todd wasn't hunched over his desk going over reqs. He was hunched over though. Unfortunately he was hunched over licking a massive breast. He was moaning almost as loud as the man behind her humping away at her pussy. That man was very familiar to me. It was Brent Stevens, my nearest rival in terms of sales. 

As Brent fucked her, the woman sucked away lazily at Craig Crawford's dick. 

"Hey, close that God damned door," hissed Craig until he realized who I was. 

Suddenly the four of them froze in place. Four jaws simultaneously dropped. Four pairs of eyes grew as big as saucers at the same time. 

"Awkward," smirked Craig. 

"You can go next," said Brent. 

"Oh shit!" yelled Todd. 

"Oh! Noooo!" wailed Beth. "Oh please noooo!" 

"Fuck you!" I spat angrily. "Fuck you all." 

"Hey, Galan, wait a minute," said Brent. "Can we talk about this?"

I just walked out of the office, leaving the door open as the four of them struggled to get their clothes on. I staggered away from the office and was barely noticed by most of the people in the office. 

I got the idea that that glory noticed me. She had an idea that something had just happened to me but she had no idea what it was. 

Even though nothing was wrong with me physically, I was in more pain than I had ever endured in my life. I was on the verge of vomiting everything in my stomach. I just needed to keep moving or I was sure I would spew all over the office. 

I headed for the door as quickly as I could. Several people tried to stop me to congratulate me on the award, but I just brushed past them. Brent and Todd had quickly pulled their pants up and were following me. I guess Craig was trying to tend to Beth. 

I got to the parking lot before Brent and Todd caught me. Once I got into my Mustang the race was over. I saw Brent get I to his car and he was closer to the front exit of the parking lot than I was. He moved his car into position to block me even as Todd tried to run over to my car. 

I drove around the building and left though the rear exit. I drove over two blocks and cut back and drove right past Brent. I blew my horn as I passed the lot. Brent tried to chase me but his Buick was nowhere near a match for my car. I quickly lost him on the freeway. 

I made it to our apartment and quickly packed as much as I could carry. Considering the size of the Mustang's trunk, it wasn't much. I'd have to make several trips. I was sure that I'd be able to come back for more over the next few days while Beth was at work. 

Even thinking about her hurt. I was barely able to conceive of the fact that my life with Beth was over. Less than four hours prior, we'd been fucking like there was no tomorrow. Apparently we'd gotten that part right because for us, there was no tomorrow.

It was about that time that my phone rang. I looked at the screen. Surprisingly it wasn't Beth. I answered it as I continued to pack. 

"Yeah Glory, what's up?" I asked. 

"Are you, okay?" she asked. 

"Just peachy," I said as I started disconnecting the cables from my computer. 

"Why did you leave so abruptly?" she asked. "Maybe you should get your ass back here. There's a lot of shit going on."

"I probably won't be back today," I said. "I'm also probably not coming in tomorrow either. I have some stuff to take care of."

"Are you embarrassed about the award AGAIN?" she asked. "You know, I thought we'd gotten over that. The old man is wondering when you'll be in so we can do it. He really get's into that whole thing. I guess I should probably tell you that your fiancé is having some sort of breakdown. She's been alternating between vomiting and crying since a little bit after you left. You wouldn't happen to know what's behind that would you?" 

"Glory, leave it alone," I said. "Beth is no longer my fiancé. So whatever she's going through is no skin off of my ass."

"Galan you dumped her didn't you?" she asked. "That was a terrible thing to do at work. I never thought you had it in you to be so cruel. I never thought that she was your type. But I always figured that you would be a lot classier when things ended."

"Glory, it wasn't me who ended things," I said. I was barely able to keep my voice from breaking. 

"Holy shit. You sound like you're crying. Galan what did she do?" she asked. 

"Glory, I have a lot to do," I said. "I have to get as much of my stuff as I can carry and find another apartment."

"Galan, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always available," she said. 

I continued to pack but my mind was far away from the task. I wondered again what the hell had happened to us. We had been happy. I was sure of it. I was also sure that we'd loved each other. 

There were so many questions that I wanted the answers to. I wanted ... I needed to know WHY of course. But I also needed to know how long it had been going on. I guess the WHY was most important. But the HOW LONG was just out of curiosity. Because I had no idea that it had been going on. 

None of the signs of disrespect or any lack of affection had been present. If I had to put my finger on exactly when she started, I don't think I could do it. 

At the same time, I felt as if my heart was about to burst. I had loved Beth ... I still loved Beth so much that it was painful. How could I still love her after what she'd done? I had no clue but I did. Perhaps it was as they say, "You can't just turn off love." Maybe Mariah Carey had said it best before she went crazy, "Love takes time."

In the mean time I was acting on instinct. My conscious mind had been over ruled by an animal's basic need to go to ground and hide when wounded. 

The problem was that I had no idea where to go. I got into my Mustang and started driving. Then I remembered the motels clear across town near the airport. 

I drove there and checked in. I unpacked my things because I would probably be there for a while. I lay down on the bed to take a nap, but before I could close my eyes, my phone rang. Apparently, Beth had gotten her head out of her ass and called me. I had been expecting it. I hadn't expected it to take nearly as much time as it did though. She probably had to take some time to figure out a convenient lie to tell me. She probably also had to fill in her fuck buddies so they could all be on the same page. 

I let her call go to voice mail. Then while she was leaving her message, I blocked her number. From then on, I wouldn't receive her calls and she would be unable to leave me any messages. After blocking her call I tried to delete the message she was in the process of leaving, but my phone wouldn't allow me to do it until she finished with it. Whatever lie she was in the process of telling me was probably really long and complicated.

I decided to try a really dirty trick just to be free of her. I called her, knowing that her caller ID would show that it was me calling her. She would switch over to talk to me live, ending her voicemail message. She did as I expected. 

"Galan, I'm so ..." she got out before I hung up on her. Then I deleted her voicemail message without listening to it. I was free of her. I would never have to bother with her again.

I tried to settle back on the bed again. It took less than five minutes for my phone to ring again. 

I looked at the number and didn't recognize it. 

"Hello," I said tentatively.

"Galan, we need to talk about this," came from the phone. I immediately hung up. I blocked the second number too. It was probably one of her fuck buddies' phone. 

I turned my phone off and went to sleep. 

* * * * * *

Beth

I was in shock. I couldn't stop crying. It seemed as if I had been crying for hours. Fortunately no one at the office really knew what had happened. They all assumed that Galan and I'd had a fight. I think they also assumed that it had something to do with our wedding plans or perhaps it was pre wedding jitters. 

Brent was supposedly trying to calm me down. He kept announcing loud enough for everyone to hear, that he would give Galan a chance to cool down and then go and talk to him. 

Todd was as upset as I was and so was Craig. Both of them had as much or more to lose as I did. They were both married. The thing that surprised me the most was the depth of human kindness. All of those evil bitches in the office had flocked to me. I grudgingly accepted their comfort and solicitation. I was willing to do anything to feel better, but the only thing that could truly give me peace would be for Galan to come back and talk to me. 

All of the women there were sure that he would. "Men get really funny about getting married," said Sadie Thompson. "My husband, Steve, ran off several times during the last few months before the wedding. But every time, he realized what he was running away from and he came back. We've been married for eight years now."

Before long the women in the office began hinting that the three men should probably go somewhere else. We needed some girl talk time and they were more of a hindrance than a help. 

I on the other hand knew why the men refused to leave. We needed to talk about what had happened and how to handle it. My supervisor, Elaine came over wondering why I had been out of the lab for so long. A couple of the ladies spoke to her to explain. Glory, who was in charge of the office, and was slightly higher in the company pecking order, got her to back off on me. 

I knew that I wasn't out of the woods yet though, because Glory and I were not friends. I knew that she was pretty close with Galan and that was probably the reason she had interceded on my behalf. But the way that she looked at Todd and the others told me that she knew something was going on. 

I tried calling Galan several times. The first time, the phone went to voicemail. I left him a message telling him how what happened was a huge mistake and I was very sorry. I told him that I loved him with all of my heart and that I needed the chance to explain. 

Before I could tell him all of the things that I wanted to say, the call waiting tone on my phone chimed in. I looked to see who was calling me and it was Galan. I disconnected from the message so I could speak to Galan. It was the first time I had smiled since I left the apartment that morning. 

As soon as I started talking, he hung up. I called back to leave him a message or speak to him and the phone just kept ringing. I knew that Galan had blocked me. My heart lurched. I started crying all over again. 

All of the women gathered around me. They told me things to comfort me. Several of them apologized for the way they'd always treated me. A couple of them even told me that the reason they treated me so badly was because they were jealous of me. In their words, I was nice, I was pretty, I was smart and I had a wonderful man who loved me like there was no tomorrow. So out of some sort of inferiority complex they concentrated on my weight to bring me down. 

We spent an hour at least bonding and getting over our problems. Although I tried to accept their apologies and good wishes, I was pissed. If they hadn't been such a bunch of bitches from the beginning, none of this would have happened. 

Just as the cuddling session ended, Todd came over to me.

"You need to call him and get this straightened out, Beth," he said. 

"I know that, Todd," I said. 

"No, you don't," he sneered. "There's a lot more at stake here than you and Galan's broken hearts. Craig and I are married. We both have kids. And then you also need to remember that the four of us, you, me, Craig and Brent all have jobs. Galan is the old man's fair haired boy. If Galan starts talking about how unhappy he is that his fat assed girlfriend was fucking some of her co-workers, all four of us could be fired. Shit, the old man might not even have a choice. Galan could threaten to sue the company. Or he might even simply go and tell our wives. We would get raped in a divorce. We'd lose custody of our kids ... You need to fix this!"

"He blocked my phone!" I said.

"Here, use mine," he said. "But fix this quick. Whenever he comes back and they have that awards announcement, he's going to talk to the boss. I have a wife who loves me as much as he loved you."




It's a Monster



"I love him too, you know!" I said louder than I'd intended. "And what do you mean "loved me?" 

"Beth, if you loved him half as much as you seem to think you did, you never would have done what you did with us," he said. "And Galan might be a pretty boy, but he ain't no wimp. You know how them bitches have always been picking on you. The men around here were picking on Galan far worse. Galan keeps hitting them where it counts. He keeps outselling them and hitting them in the pocketbook . He has been stealing their accounts and just making them look stupid. You wouldn't believe the way they pick on him. But unlike some people, he never caved. So with that in mind, he ain't the kind of guy who's going to put up with cheating whore as a girlfriend." 

I started crying. Galan was everything to me. I couldn't lose him. 

"And do yourself a favor, Beth," he said. "Be really careful who you trust. Despite what she did for you this morning, Glory, is not your friend. Before you started working in the lab, here, she was always trying to hook Galan up with her daughter. With you out of the way ... "

I left the office and went back to the lab. I thought that the familiar surroundings and concentrating on the experimental formula we were working on would take my mind off of things. There was recalling nothing else I could do. The ball was in Galan's court. 

I already knew what to expect. Galan had two levels of anger. Level one was when he spoke in extremely polite phrases as if we were strangers. He also made sure not to even brush against me while we were in bed. It hurt badly because I was so used to him wrapping his arms around me and making me feel safe and secure. 

I had only seen level two once during all of our time together. Level two was a full on silent treatment and Galan sleeping on the couch. I cried my eyes out and wasn't able to sleep at all. But I had a feeling that I'd be getting a level two tonight. 

I dropped several vials of chemicals over the next two hours. I also messed up the mix rate for a couple of experiments. My mind simply wasn't on my work. I told my supervisor and she agreed that I should just go home. 

I had no idea where Galan had gone. I was sure that he'd gone out to see a few of his customers. Galan was great with his customers and driving his car from one appointment to another gave him a chance to think and clear his mind. Sooner or later Galan would decide that he needed to hear my side of the story. All I could do is wait until he did. 

I drove home and took the elevator to our floor. During the drive home, I'd come up with all sorts of ideas. I could make Galan's favorite dinner. I could also put on once of those movies that he was always trying to get me to watch. Galan and I we're both sci fi nuts, but we had different tastes. 

We both loved Star Wars and Lord of the rings, but after that we sharply separated in our tastes. Where I loved vampires and horror, Galan was more into Highlander and sword and sorcery tales. If one of those Highlander movies was on our flatscreen when he came in, Galan would have to watch it. I would start making faces and he would try to explain what was going on and why it wasn't stupid. 

I had a smile on my face as I put my key in the lock. Galan and I had rarely ever been able to finish a movie in one sitting. If you put the two of us on a couch together we would invariably end up having sex. 

As soon as I stepped into the apartment, I knew that something was wrong. It took me a few moments to realize what it was. All of Galan's personal stuff and a lot of his clothing was missing. 

I went into the room we used as an office. My desktop computer was there, but Galan's was gone. His laptop, his iPad and his playstation 4 were gone too. 

Most of his suits were gone. Galan had at least seven or eight different suits. As a salesman he had to dress well when calling on customers.

His running clothes and running shoes were gone too. Galan had been very thorough. He had taken everything he'd need to be away from home for a good period of time. I just plopped down on the sofa and cried. 

Somehow, I don't know when, I fell asleep. When I awoke, it was even worse. I felt empty. It was as if a part of me was missing. I took a couple of days off from work, to get my head on straight. I thought about it over and over again and realized that I had made a mistake. I'm a human being and a young one at that. I have never claimed to be a perfect woman. I was very wrong. I was willing to admit that. 

But Galan needed to understand that what happened, never happened because I didn't love him. It never happened because I wanted to join those men in disrespecting him. It was simply a way for me to get away from the torment I faced every day at work. 

I'm sure that Galan would probably have told me to talk to someone at work about being harrassed. Or he would have told me to just suck it up and beat them at their own game the way he does. But I'm not as strong as he is. And as far as going and complaining to someone about being harrassed ... I'm a grown woman. It would seem silly for me to go crying to someone in HR because I was being bullied or because women were being mean to me. 

I knew that Galan and I could work things out if he would just give me the chance to talk about it. 

* * * * * *

Galan

I woke up the morning after my life fell apart. I immediately started moving. I had plenty of things to do that day. And I was dead set on returning to work the next day. 

I got my iPad and started looking for apartments to rent. I called on several of them and made arrangements to see them. Of the eight apartments I went to see, only three of them were available for immediate occupancy. Of those three, there was only one that I would consider living in. 

I was just about to write the landlord a check, when one of the tenants came in. I smiled at her and she returned it and then remembered what she had come in for. She'd come in to complain about her car being damaged and broken into in the building's parking structure. 

I was out of there before he could answer her. I had visions of my Mustang , up on blocks, with her rims, stereo, nav system, exhaust system and catalytic converters gone. It was back to the drawing board on terms of finding a place to stay. 

By that time, the day was halfway over. I knew I had to just go back to the hotel and start looking again. Living out of the hotel, would be okay short term, but in the long run it was far too expensive. 

My phone rang and I looked at the screen to see who was calling me. 

"Hey Glory," I said. 

"How are you?" she asked. "How's Beth?"

"Glory, please don't ask me about that woman," I said sharply. "We're done!"

"You're kidding, right?" she said. 

"Not a bit," I told her. 

"It all makes sense now," she said. "So that's why she was so hysterical yesterday. She called in today, she's taking the week off."

"Not my problem or my business anymore," I said. "Maybe you should tell, Todd, Brent and Craig. I have to find a new place to live."

"Why do you need a new place to live?" she asked. 

"Glory, you're the smartest person I know," I said. "Get with the program. Beth and I were engaged. We lived together. We are no longer engaged, so one of us has to move out."

"I might know of a place," she said. "It's not an apartment, though. It's a house. A friend of mine is looking for a housemate to share a house. You'd have full kitchen privileges, your own bathroom and full run of the house. You'd have to share the cleaning and chores, but more than likely you'd only have to do the guy stuff. You know like taking out the trash, mowing the yard, light home repairs."

"That actually sounds like fun," I said. "What's his name?"

"Uhm, Galan, he's a she. But she's old enough to be your mother. So you don't have to worry about her hitting on you," she said. 

"Well it isn't what I'm looking for, but it sounds good," I said. "Do you have the address or a phone number for her?"

She gave me an address and told me to stop by the place at about seven that evening. 

I went back to the hotel and looked at a few more listings just in case the place that Glory suggested didn't work out. 

My phone rang and I didn't recognize the number, so I answered it. 

"Hey Buddy, we need to talk," said a voice that was familiar, yet I couldn't put a name to it. 

"I think we should talk face to face about what happened yesterday and how we should handle it," he continued. That was all I needed for my brain to fire up, and make the connection. 

"How did you get my number Brent," I said flatly. 

"When can we talk?" he asked, ignoring my question. 

His behavior was typical Brent. And it was one of the reasons that he would never be more than a mediocre salesman. The only thing that was important to Brent was Brent. He seemed incapable of listening to anyone else or of trying to see the other person's needs or points. His usual strategy was to try to convince them that what he wanted was the best possible option. 

"I have no intention of talking to you. So if you have something to say, just say it. As soon as we're done here I'm blocking your number. So talk," I said. 

"Galan, we're coworkers. We have to get along for the good of the company," he said. "Anyway, I wanted to offer you a deal, this way we both win. How about if I could get the other guys to all agree that no one needs to know about the little incident from yesterday? We just write it off and forget about it. No harm no foul. My friends and I don't have to walk around feeling bad about it, and you and Beth just pretend it never happened. You two go ahead and get married and everyone is happy." 

"You never do anything out of the goodness of your heart," I said. "What is all of this magnanimity going to cost me?" 

"Nothing," he said. "I just want you to back off and sell a few less orders over the next month and ..." 

"Fuck you Brent," I said. "I've already handled things. I broke up with Beth. Anyone who would let a scumbag like you touch her is not someone I want to marry. I had decided to do nothing about what happened except for breaking up with her, but since you've called me, I think I may have to bite the bullet and go to either HR or the old man about it." 

"But Galan, you can't do that," he whined. "Come on buddy, it wasn't my fault. She was just giving that fat pussy away. She sashayed around the place showing off those big old titties all the time. I don't even like fat girls. Nobody could have resisted her." 

Even his voice sounded like he was smirking. 

"In a way, I did you a favor," he said. "I showed you what kind of woman she really is." I hung up on him. 

I thought about what he'd said though. And it made me realize that I needed to know why this had happened. I also needed to know how long it had been going on for. I'd been so blinded by love that I'd truly had no idea that Beth had been cheating on me. 

I puttered around the hotel for a few hours and then headed over to the address that Glory had given me. It was a really nice house. It was a split-level ranch in a comfy suburb. It wasn't a mansion. However, it wasn't too far from it. 

I rang the doorbell and waited for a few moments. And then I got the second biggest shock in recent memory. 

Glory answered the door. 

"Hi," I said. "Did you come over to mediate things between me and the owner?" 

She smiled back. "Galan, I am the owner," she said. She gave me a tour of the place. She showed me where my room was. She also showed me the kitchen, the laundry room, and the rest of the house. I liked it. It had a homey feeling to it. 

She made coffee, and we talked about why she wanted to take in a boarder. It turned out that Glory couldn't stand living alone. She'd lived with her husband and daughter until they divorced. Then she'd lived with her daughter until the daughter graduated from college. Then there had been a few friends of her daughter, until the last of them had graduated a few months ago. 

Glory had been thinking about putting an ad in the paper until she talked to me. I would actually be her first male boarder, but she and I had such a good relationship that she was sure it would work. 

Over the next few days, I moved my stuff in after work, until I was finally settled in. 

Work, became the problem. It seemed like no matter where I was in the building, either Beth or the assholes she had fucked would show up and want to talk. 

Finally on Friday, I agreed to sit down and talk with Beth. 

"Galan, Baby, I've missed you so much," she blubbered. "You have no idea how much I've ..." 

"Beth, can we just get to the point," I said. "How long were you cheating on me? Why did you do it? I really thought we had something special." 

"We did ... We do," she said. "Galan, I didn't think of it as cheating on you. And it didn't start that way. Todd has a fetish. He likes big tits and..." 

"Most guys do," I said. 

"Well the women around here and most of the guys too were always picking on me," she said. "You know giving me the evil eye and making jokes about my weight. And Todd told me he could make that all stop if I let him look at my tits. So I figured it was only looking, it couldn't hurt anything. But then Brent caught us one day. And you know Brent wasn't going to settle for just looking. And I couldn't let you find out because I was sure you'd dump me, and now you know the whole story. It had been going on for about three months." 

"Beth thanks for telling me," I said. "I guess I'm better off knowing..." 

"So now that you know, you can understand that it wasn't my fault," she said. " ... You can see that, right?" 

"Beth why does fault even matter," I asked. "In the end, the result is still the same. Okay maybe you were a victim. Maybe Todd and the others somehow took advantage of you or blackmailed you. Maybe you were just an innocent lamb, alone in the woods with predators about. Maybe they preyed on your weakness and your lack of confidence and your negative self-image..." 

"Yes, Baby, that's exactly what they did," she said excitedly. 

"And it was only sex, right? With them, there was no love involved. It wasn't like what we do, right?" I asked. She nodded. 

"So in the end, it doesn't really matter. It doesn't affect or take anything away from what we had, right?" I asked sounding hopeful. 

"Right as rain, Honey," she said. "I love you Galan." 

"Wrong as hell," I said, quietly. "And I love you too. But it does matter. And it does affect us. It did take something away from us. You shared the most intimate thing that two people can do with a bunch of assholes that don't care about you at all. So how special can it really be, if you give it to just anybody?" 

"But it's different," she said. 

"I'm sorry but it really isn't," I said. "And then there's the matter of trust. You've already broken my heart once. I can't give you a chance to do it again. I'm sorry Beth, but this is good-bye." 

I walked away from her feeling worse than I had ever in life. 

* * * * * *

Beth 

The talk didn't go the way I'd hoped it would. There was no way it could have gone worse. I was losing the best part of my life. For the past few years ... Hell for most of my life Galan was the best thing ever to happen to me. 

With Galan out of my life, I was just another sad, depressed fat girl. For the first week or two, the pain was so bad that I could barely function. I watched the parking lot from my lab constantly, trying to see when Galan was in the building, just so I could get a glimpse of him. 

For the first two weeks or so, I could see that Galan was off kilter just as much as I was. In fact, it was as if everyone around the company was watching and waiting for something to change. Little by little things went back to a semblance of normalcy. At least, it did for most people. However, I would never consider things normal until I got Galan back. 

One of the things I hated most was watching the women at work start to take runs at him. It was almost funny. They would flounce themselves over near where he was standing or sitting and then begin to accentuate what they thought was their best feature. 

Carmella fluffed out her long pretty hair. Galan didn't notice. Elaine stuck out her chest. Galan didn't notice. Marie pretended she had a run in her panty hose. Galan never noticed. And Sarah stopped in front of his desk and bent over. None of them got anywhere with him. That made me happy. 

I began to watch Galan at work to see who was successful with him and who he interacted with. It actually gave me hope. Galan didn't really speak to anyone. He spoke only to the old man, which was what we called the owner of the company. And he spoke to Gloria, the office manager. Gloria was in her fifties. She was a pretty woman, but she was old enough to be Galan's mom. 

That told me a few things. The first thing it told me was that Galan was still getting over me. He hadn't taken up with anyone else because to him, I wasn't easily replaced. 

I needed to do something to accentuate all the things he loved about me. Perhaps, if I was a better version of me, Galan would give me another chance. I started staying later in the lab. I wanted to modify one of the company's diet pills. Galan loved everything about me. He loved my face and everyone always told me how pretty my face was anyway. He loved my hair. He loved my tits and my ass. If I could target just the fatty areas around my gut, he wouldn't be able to resist me. 

As I worked on my formula, what I wanted began to change. Most diet pills are amphetamines. They speed up your metabolism and help you burn fat a little bit better than normal. I took that as a base and began to add a few more substances. I added steroids. Steroids do more than make men bigger. They build muscle and strengthen bones. They also make the body more readily able to accept rapid changes in body structure. To counteract the masculine effects of the steroids, so I could avoid looking like a female bodybuilder, I added several different estrogen compounds. 

By ramping up my estrogen, I would remain feminine in both attitude and body shape. To supercharge all the other compounds, I added HGH. I had several different versions of the formula ready by the end of September. I took a few weeks to test them all on lab animals. All of my tests looked promising, but out of the five versions of the formula I tested, only two of them caused the mice I was using as test subjects to lose any weight. 

And it was a strange way to lose weight. I almost didn't notice it at first because it was a very temporary loss. The fluctuation in body mass lasted only minutes. With further modification to the formula, I could prolong the effects but only up to approximately thirty minutes. I was missing something. 

I also noticed that the mice had glossier coats and better overall health, but only for the thirty-minute period. I continued to experiment, tweaking, and modifying the formula with different hormones and amino acids as a kicker. 

After being apart for more than six weeks, I began to hear grumbling from many different sources. None of them actually spoke to me, but from over hearing conversations on several different subjects. 

I heard several of the salesmen, including Brent, whining about the fact that the old man had decided to appoint a sales manager. The new manager would be in charge of all of sales and would be chosen from the ranks of our current sales associates. 

The men were very sure that Galan had the job nailed down by virtue of his sales. Galan had always been a great salesman but since our breakup, he had been on a tear. 

During September, Galan had nearly doubled his sales and since no one was even close to him. It made some of the other sales people look as if they were barely working. 




It's a Monster



"What do you think will happen when the kid becomes Sales manager," asked Craig. 

"I think you and I will be fired before the ink is dry," spat Todd. "I've tried to apologize to him, but the bastard won't even talk to me. I can't believe I'm getting fired over some fat skank." 

And of course the women were frustrated too. 

"She acts like she's his mother," said one. 

"I've heard that since he broke up with the Dairy Queen, Gloria has been blocking everyone away from him," said another. 

"I heard that she's trying to put him on ice until her daughter moves back to town," said the first woman again." 

As soon as they noticed that I was there, they moved the conversation somewhere else. Just hearing that got me angry. All of those catty bitches trying to get my man wasn't bad enough, but hearing that Glory was trying to get him for her daughter, made everything worse. 

I also began to resent Todd, Brent, and Craig. If it hadn't been for them, Galan and I would still be happy and together. With Halloween only a few weeks away and the holiday season just after that, I had even more reasons to be angry. We were supposed to be married a few weeks after Christmas. 

Just thinking about all the fun things we'd done last Halloween made me even angrier. I'd have no one to go to haunted houses with. There would be no one to feel me up during a hay ride. Who would I dress up for? What was the point in even buying a costume if you had no one to show it off for? And the thought of going to a party alone, terrified me. 

It wouldn't even be much fun to stay home and watch scary movies. The second best part of watching the movies was curling up under a blanket while you watched. Of course, the best part was when Galan rolled me over and fucked me. It happened every time. There are so many movies that I've never seen the endings of, even after multiple viewings. 

Yep those three bastards were going to pay for taking Galan away from me. And it was time. I'd done a bit more experimenting with my formula, and I was ready for a human trial. It wasn't perfect, and I still couldn't get the changes to last for more than thirty minutes, but I wanted to see what effect it would have on a human being. 

My theory was that once you factored in the size of a human being and the metabolic differences, the formula would last an even shorter amount of time on a human. 

I drove home to my lonely apartment and set up my new iPhone on the table in my bedroom near the only full-length mirror I owned. 

I said a silent prayer to the gods that I would become so beautiful that Galan had to take me back. Failing that, I prayed that the formula would have no lasting ill effects. Then I started the iPhone's video camera, closed my eyes, and took a healthy swig of the greenish fluid. 

At first, I felt nothing. Then I noticed what felt like itching all over my body. When I looked in the mirror, my clothes appeared to be rustling and moving around my body. I realized after a few seconds that there were changes going on in my body. Some scientist I was; I should have taken my clothes off. That was, I could have observed or recorded the changes more clearly. 

Then I felt a buzzing, like getting stung by several thousand bees all at the same time. My entire body hurt and I felt as if I was burning up. 

Even as I looked into the mirror, I was shocked. My face seemed to be getting thinner. Suddenly, I had cheek bones like a fucking model. It actually appeared that my skull had become narrower, and my Zygomatic arches stood out further. My lips became puffer. However, that was only the beginning. I was growing taller. Shit, I had to be almost six feet tall. My tits stayed the same size, but my rib cage got smaller and longer. My legs got smaller yet longer at the same time. 

Duh! I had to get taller in order to be thinner. The formula kept me at the exact same mass and weight. It simply redistributed the mass. I probably weighed exactly the same as I had before taking the formula. I was just built like a tall, lanky Brazilian volley ball player. 

My clothes hung off of my new frame as if they belonged to someone much bigger and much shorter at the same time. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe that it was me staring back. I was tall. I was sexy. I was beautiful. I would have Galan back, there was no way he could resist me. 

But then, from out of nowhere, an evil thought crept into my brain. 'Fuck Galan. I could have any man I wanted.' I wasn't sure any more that Galan even loved me. He'd been too eager to dump me over one mistake. 

Just as I got ready to slap myself for even thinking that, my body began to change in front of me. My limbs shortened and got thicker before my eyes. So did my waist. As I shrank my tummy bulged over my waistline, disgusting me. My face became shorter and stouter, although still pretty; the contours were different. My body continued to change until my clothing fit me again. 

I looked at the clock in the corner of the room. The entire exchange had taken only ten minutes, and I was exhausted. I felt as if I had just run a marathon, although all I had done was to stand in front of the mirror. 

I needed to alter the formula more, but at that moment I could barely walk let alone drive back to the lab, but at the same time I was ecstatic. The test I had just done proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was on to something. Given a few more months to finesse and finalize my formula, I could make millions, perhaps billions. But all I really wanted was to have Galan back. 

But now, with the success of my formula, I began to see that as a distinct possibility. For the first time since we broke up, I could see it happening. It was just a matter of time now. Oh yeah! 

* * * * * *

Galan 

"Oh yeah," screamed the body under me, as I pistoned in and out of the tightest, warmest pussy I had ever been inside of. I reached around her torso and grabbed her breasts. I tweaked her nipples even as the sperm threatened to release itself. 

"Oh fuck," I yelled. "I'm gonna c..." Her hands reached back and grabbed my dick. With expert skill, she squeezed the base of my dick, somehow preventing my eruption. 

She started throwing her ass back against me, and I slammed into her with even more furious strokes. My entire body felt as if I was buzzing as she held me there on the precipice. Then she stiffened herself, and as her hand fell away, she choked out one syllable. "Now! Now, baby. Cum for me, Galan." I erupted like a volcano. I filled her with what seemed like a gallon of sperm. I could feel her pussy fluttering and clutching at my dick as it pulsed. Each pulse was weaker and gushed less of the thick fluid. I could feel my heart beating and my brain winking with each release until finally a sense of calm over took my body. 

I knew that she could feel it too. Her hand snaked its way towards mine and when it found it, latched onto it. We were both spent, but our bodies pulled themselves towards each other. We were sweaty, sticky, and stinky, but neither of us cared. She pulled a blanket over us, and we drifted off to the sleep of the Damned or the truly blessed. I could never tell which. 

The only thing I felt was bliss. It was the best sex I had ever experienced. It was hard to reconcile the fact that my fifty five-year-old work colleague and now roommate was the best piece of ass I'd ever had. 

Glory, out of her functional, yet well fitted business attire was built like a brick shipyard. She was slim, yet curvy. Her breasts, while much smaller than Beth's seemed to be too large for her frame. Her ass was firm and rounded from hours of Zumba, yoga, and aerobics classes, yet still soft and warm. 

"I love you Glory," I mumbled, before I lost consciousness. 

"Don't ever say that!" she snapped. "You just love fucking me. And you can. You can fuck my pussy, my mouth, my ass, or anything else you want. Behind closed doors, you can dress me up or treat me like your own personal slut, Galan. However, you and I will never be in love. I'm old enough to be your mother for one thing. And the real reason is that I'm already in love." 

I sat straight up in the bed. I was shocked. I didn't understand any of it. "So...?" 

"So ... I was married once," she said. "I was married to a guy who was a lot like you Galan. He was a real up and comer. The problem was that he wasn't up and coming for me. He loved his job more than his family. I ended up leaving him and filing for a divorce. Can you believe it took the bastard almost a week before he even noticed that we were gone?" 

I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I could tell that this was hard for her, so I wrapped my arms around her. 

"I never thought that we'd end up divorced," she said. "Yeah, I know that I was the one who filed. But I always thought that he would see what he stood to lose and would come after me to stop the divorce. But, he never did. I guess he loved his job more than he loved me." 

"Then why can't we ...?" I began. 

"Because Galan, I'm exactly what you want," she said sadly. "I'm a one-man woman. And as much as I like you ... In my own way maybe I even love you a little. However, as long as my man is out there somewhere ... As long as he's breathing, I'll never belong to anyone else." 

My face fell. And without either one of us moving, it was as if we were suddenly miles away from each other. 

My disappointment was written all over my face. She hugged me tightly. 

"Galan, Honey, just take what we have and be happy with it. You never know how much time you have with anyone or anything. And as far as things between us go, who knows how much time we have? We may have many years together or only a few more moments. However, for as long as we have, I'm yours alone," she said. 

Even as she said it, I felt a sense of unease creep over me. I got the feeling that strange times were coming. 

The next day was a Thursday. We went to work as usual and while at work kept everything professional. About an hour before lunch time, she called me and asked where I was and what I was doing. I told her that I was on my way back into the office, and I had just closed another sale. I landed a fairly large privately owned chain of drug stores in a nearby city. The owner of the chain had a son, who was a doctor and was interested in speaking to me as well. The good thing was that he was already one of our customers. He was one of Brent's accounts and felt that he wasn't getting the best deal possible. I loved sticking it to Brent. And after what he and the others had cost me, who could blame me. 

"Are you going to be anywhere near the office at lunchtime?" she asked. 

"I can be," I said. 

"I know that what we talked about last night upset you," she said. "And I wanted you to know that I do care for you. However, I really need to be honest with you. So can I make it up to you with a lunchtime blowjob?" 

"If you really want to make it up to me, I'd rather have a night time dinner," I said. "It doesn't have to be in our area. We can go somewhere out of town, where no one knows us." 

"You'd rather have dinner in a restaurant, than get your dick sucked?" she asked in surprise. "Okay, I'll get my hair done at lunchtime. That way, I'll look nice for you." 

"Glory, you always look nice," I said, hanging up. 

I didn't care what Glory had told me. I didn't care about our age difference, or that she thought she was in love with her ex-husband. Glory was mine. I just needed to convince her that we could work. 

In order to do that, we needed time together. And we needed time when we weren't fucking each other's brains out. Sex could only carry you so far. 

We met at the restaurant. I dressed very nicely in my favorite blue suit. The valet guy couldn't wait to get his hands on my Mustang. Once I took a look at him, I decided to park it myself. 

"Cheap Bastard," he mumbled thinking I couldn't hear him. 

"Your mother," I replied cheerfully. 

Several women looked at me as I stepped inside. Glory had taken a taxi, so we could drive home together. I noticed that she was already there and waiting for me at the bar. As she walked over to me, every eye was on us. 

Glory looked amazing. Her dress looked like she was poured into it. Her new hairstyle was flirtatious without being slutty. She was teetering on the highest heels I had ever seen her wear, but she still managed to look as if she was walking in flats. 

"Have you been waiting long, Glory?" I asked. 

"I just got here too," she said. 

I took her hand, and we followed a hostess over to our table. The dinner was perfect. As we stared into each other's eyes, I was sure that I was making progress with her. Our waitress was attentive and kept our glasses full. She spent most of the evening staring at me. 

"Remember what I said about us enjoying what time we have," asked Glory. 

"Yep," I said crisply. I think Glory understood that I was still not happy with that. 

"Well, I know that you don't like it. And I know that you also don't understand it yet," she said. "But someday you will. And it's for your own good, but for tonight, you're all mine, and I'm about to teach that little bitch a lesson. 

She finished her glass of wine, and the waitress appeared out of nowhere with the bottle. As she poured the beverage into Glory's glass, Glory spoke to me. 

"Do you know what would be the perfect ending for this wonderful evening?" she asked. 

"Tell me what you think it would be," I said. 

"I think the perfect cap on this evening would be for you to take me home and fuck me until neither one of us can move," she said, nastily. The tone to her voice indicated just how much she wanted it. The bottle slipped out of the woman's hands, and the wine spilled on the table ruining the white table cloth with a large red stain. 

Glory continued undaunted. "I think you should start out by fucking my ass and then I'll suck you hard again and you can just pound the shit out of my pussy. And then we'll take a shower together to get rid of the sweat while we take a little break. Maybe we could have a light snack. Then we'll get back into bed, and you can give me some of that gentle love making. You know the way you always want to do it. I love it when you kiss me and just move in and out of me slowly and gently so it takes forever for us to cum." 

The waitress just stood there with the red wine pouring out of the bottle all over the floor. The head waiter ran over and grabbed the bottle. 

I noticed an almost fifty percent discount on our check, as we left. 

Every man between twenty and sixty stared at Glory's ass as we left the restaurant. 

When we got home, Glory amazed me again. Before I could even close the door, she was moving. She grabbed the hemline of her dress and pulled it over her head revealing the fact that she was totally naked under it. 

"Gotta obey the house rules," she smirked. "I know you remember the one about how your slut is supposed to always be naked when we're alone. She dropped to her knees there in the living room and crawled over to me. She unbuttoned my fly and dropped my pants around my ankles. 

She took my dick in her mouth and crossed her arms behind her back. She bobbed her head back and forth engulfing more of my shaft with each jerking movement. It took three movements for her to bury her nose in my pubic hair. Then she started humming. 

It felt too good. I was ready to settle in and cum right then, but she stopped me. She took her mouth off of me, looked up, and smiled at me. "It looks like someone is as hard as a rock already," she smirked. 

She used one hand to hold my dick while she licked my balls with her tongue. "I wish we had more time for this," she crooned. "Maybe later; we do have a schedule to keep. Remember what I told you in the restaurant?" All I could do was to nod. Glory was in her glory. She reached into a drawer in the end table and pulled out a tube of lube. I thought I heard something, but I didn't care. 

Glory rubbed the grape flavored liquid all over my dick and then handed it to me. 

"Lube me up, Baby," she hissed. She bent herself over the arm of the couch with her magnificent ass into the air. I dropped to my knees behind her and started licking her pussy and her ass from behind. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and licked my way around her ass while slowly pushing one then two fingers in her pussy. 

"Oh Galan," she moaned. "If you keep that up, we won't need the lube. I'm glad I took that dress off. I paid too much money for it to ruin it the first time I wore it." 

I continued my work behind her. I was sure I'd seen something out of the corner of my eye, but I was so turned on that again, I didn't care. 

"Galan, Baby, don't make me cum yet. I want you in me. Take me right now!" She hissed. I stood up and pulling her cheeks apart I rubbed the lubed up head of my dick against her anus. We both moaned at the contact. I had been in her ass before, many times, so it didn't take much pressure. 

I still had to go very slowly at first, and I paused right after the head popped past her sphincter. "Ahhhh!" she sighed. "Go slowly baby, take your time." After a few strokes, she was wailing for me to "pound that ass." 

A few minutes later, I was bent over her with my left hand squeezing one of her tits and my other rubbing her tummy. I was slamming it to her as hard as I could and she was pushing her ass back at me just as hard. The sound of our bodies slapping together could be heard all over the house. 

"Ooooh Shit," she moaned. "That's it baby. Rub my tummy. Are you gonna make momma pregnant? Are you trying to knock me up, Galan? Are you trying to put your babies in my tummy?" 

That was when the train went off the rails. 

"If he is trying to knock you up, he's doing the wrong hole, mother," she said. Both Glory and I froze in place as the lights came on and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen stood there on the stairs. 

Our jaws dropped open, and our eyes opened wider than dinner plates at the sudden intrusion. We had both been trying to hold off our orgasms and lost control at the very second. I flooded Glory's insides involuntarily and slumped behind her in shock. 

My warm sticky goo coated Glory's colon, and she had a huge orgasm too. We slumped to the floor together in spasms that were totally beyond our control. 

The woman on the stairs also went into shock. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes bored into my skull. 

As quickly as I could, I snatched Glory's dress off of the couch and used it to cover her nakedness as well as I could. 

"Save it cowboy," she smirked. "I've seen my mother naked more times than I care to mention. Perhaps you should cover yourself up though. And maybe you might want to think about going home before this gets any more weird than it already is." 

"Uhm, I kind of live here," I said. 

"Seriously, Mother?" she said. "I thought you told me that you had taken in a roommate? You never mentioned adopting a child." 

"Grace, he's hardly a child," snapped Glory. "You're a full-grown woman, and he's only a couple of years younger than you are." 

I quickly vacated the room, so they could talk. There were several times when I heard raised voices, but I couldn't make out what they were talking about. Glory did pop her head into the bedroom a couple of times to check on me. 

"Why the hell did you get dressed?" she asked. "We're not done. We're just on pause, Galan." I fell asleep waiting for them to finish their conversation. Towards the end, what they were arguing over became clear. Apparently, Grace, who called me a child, was still in college and not doing very well. She had been supposed to graduate a few weeks prior, but was lacking quite a few classes.

I woke up the next morning to find Glory, and I spooned together as usual. She murmured in her sleep as I untangled my legs from hers. Five minutes later, I was ready to go out for my run in the early October morning chill. 




It's a Monster



"Sneaking out," asked Grace. Of course, she was sleeping on the couch. The second bedroom was supposedly mine, although I hadn't actually used it since the third week that I had been here. 

I turned the light, on so she could see me. "Nope just going out for my run," I said. 

"You run?" she asked. I just nodded. 

"Can I go?" she asked. I nodded again. I busied myself in the kitchen while she quickly changed. I noticed that her running gear imitated mine. 

We drove my Mustang to the park. I started out at a very slow pace as usual. 

"You don't stretch?" she asked. 

"A lot of studies have shown that stretching before a run promotes injury," I said. "I warm up by running slowly then as my muscles warm up, I increase the pace. I stretch after the run to help me stay flexible and to recover from the run. In the summer, or when it's warm, I stretch by the car. On cold days, like this morning, I do it back at the house while I make Glory's breakfast." 

We talked while we ran and after a couple of miles, we had increased the pace until I could tell that it was challenging for her to maintain. I backed off a bit so she'd be able to complete the run. 

When we got back to the house, she hit the shower immediately. I hit the kitchen. I started the coffee and put bread in the toaster. I made eggs the way Glory liked them and cut up some fruit. I went into the bedroom and kissed Glory awake before setting the tray down on her bed. I went back to get the coffee and found Grace there staring at me. 

"Good bacon," she said. 

"Eat the eggs too," I said. "I made them for you. I figured that you'd probably like them the way Glory does." 

"But there won't be enough for you," she said. 

"I hate eggs," I said. "Just the smell of them makes me sick." 

"Then why'd ...?" she asked in confusion. 

"Because Glory loves them," I smiled. She got a plate and sat down on the edge of the bed, munching along with her mother as I got into the shower. 

"Mom, is he putting on a show for me," asked Grace when I was out of the room. 

"Nope," said Glory. "He makes me breakfast almost every morning. And he does more than his share of the housework too. He's a good guy, Grace." 

"I know dammit," spat Grace. "This is really fucked up." 

* * * * * *

Beth

A week before Halloween, everything changed. My plan was to show up at the company Halloween party and use the formula to win Galan back. But setback after setback in terms of being able to extend the length of time that it was active had me changing my plans. In order for the formula to work the way I needed it to, the effects had to last at least a couple of hours or so. All I had succeeded in doing so far was to increase the active time to 9 or 10 minutes. 

I ran into Galan that day too. We were in the parking lot. He was getting out of our Mustang, just as I was getting out of my car. 

"Hi Galan," I said with as much cheer and enthusiasm as I could muster. 

"Look, Beth," he said. "You already ruined my life. I'm glad you're happy, and you got over us so easily. However, can you give me a break. I'm just not that God Damned cheerful, yet, okay?" 

I smiled. Not because I was happy about Galan being miserable. Although I was happy that he was miserable. It only proved that he still loved me and that getting over me was tough for him. The real reason I smiled was because with the way that he was feeling, I was sure my plan would work. I was also sure that I probably didn't even need the formula. Galan had always loved me the way I was. 

My day was routine. I spent most of my time in the lab. I did a lot of normal chemical analysis and testing. I mixed a batch of a new drug that our research department had come up with. I went out into the office a couple of times, but only if I absolutely had to. Lately I have taken to doing all of my office work and ordering just after the office workers left for the day. That way, I wasn't subjected to the hundreds of little digs that they took at me. Avoiding the fat jokes and comments about how I lost Galan, was worth staying a few minutes later. 

However, as I've mentioned it was about a week before Halloween that it all came apart. I was heading for Todd's office to leave my order list on his desk when Craig cornered me. 

Since Galan had caught us, I had always made sure to keep my body totally covered. It had been my joy at Galan's love for my body that had caused me to go around displaying all of that cleavage in the first place. Galan's love had convinced me that bigger women could be sexy too. However, the only thing being sexy had gained me was more attention, and it was all the wrong kind of attention. And it came from the wrong people. 

"Hey Fat ass," smirked Craig. "I've noticed that you're covering all of that fat up lately." 

I didn't bother with a reply. 

"I guess your wimpy boyfriend isn't going to do anything about us fucking you," he laughed. "I was scared for a while that he was gonna tell our wives and tell the old man. But all he did was dumped YOU. I guess even wimps don't want a big fat slut like you." 

I was very close to tears. There was nothing I could do about it. We were alone in the office. Even if I made a report, it would be his word against mine. 

"I'll bet that fat pussy is as dry as the desert," he laughed. "Tell you what. As a favor to you, I'm gonna fuck it for you, one more time. Get into Todd's office, now!" 

"No!" I said sharply. "Never again; I won't cheat on Galan again." 

"You must be the dumbest fat slut on the planet," he sneered. "You can't cheat on Galan. He dumped your fat ass. But if you're so worried about him ... How hurt do you think he'd be if I e-mailed him a couple of the videos of you sucking and fucking the three of us?" 

"No, don't do that!" I said. 

"Then get your fat ass in that office and pull those tits out and those panties down," he said. I had no choice. Just as I started towards the office, something changed. My tears stopped flowing. It wasn't that I wanted to have sex with Craig. It was that I had a reason for it. I was going to let Craig have me to prevent doing further harm to Galan. There was nothing I wouldn't do for Galan. Craig's phone rang at that moment, and he answered it while pointing towards the office. 

So while Craig jabbered away on his phone. I pulled the vial out of my pocket and took a large gulp of my formula. Even as Craig followed me into the office, my body changed. All Craig noticed was that I pulled my hair out of its bun. He hadn't noticed the change in my height as much because I was walking. I bent over Todd's desk and slipped my now too-large panties off as Craig stepped up behind me. 

He ripped away my lab coat and gasped at the changes. The smile on his face was priceless. 

"Holy fuck!" he gasped. "Have you been working out. You're fucking gorgeous! We might have to make a habit of this!" 

Suddenly, he couldn't wait to get his dick into me. He was also much gentler with me. He stroked my breasts and tried to get me aroused. When he did penetrate me, it was almost lovingly. He started stroking in and out of my pussy, softly yet firmly. 

"You like that, Baby?" he asked. And to tell the truth, I did. I felt guilty about it, because it wasn't Galan. But it felt good. I was a young healthy woman who was used to an above-average amount of sex. In some ways it was Galan's fault that I enjoyed it. 

After all, it had been Galan that'd fucked me every day while we were together. My body was used to having a lot of sex, and it was enjoying it whether I felt guilty or not. Sure I was angry at Craig for forcing me to do this. But I really didn't mind him fucking me. 

It felt really good. I was feeling warm all over. I really thought that it was the sex. I was feeling so warm and so powerful; I felt more powerful than ever before. I started pushing my body back against Craig and then ... nothing! 

* * * * * *

Galan 

Things had been really strange since Grace came to stay with us. I didn't know how to put my finger on it, but there was a very strange dynamic going on between the three of us. 

I just wanted things to go back to the way they were before Grace came. She seemed to put a cramp in the way things had been. For one thing, Glory couldn't very well run around the house naked with Grace there. I also couldn't fuck her any time I felt like it, in any room of the house. 

That didn't mean that Glory didn't do her best to reduce me to a pile of boneless flesh every night in the privacy of our room though. However, there were signs that we might have to give up even that. 

"What does that feel like?" Grace asked Glory one morning. 

"What does what feel like," asked Glory. 

"You know ... When he fucks your booty hole," asked Grace sheepishly. 

"It's uhm ... Different," said Glory. "Not every woman likes it. You have to get used to it." 

"Well you obviously do," said Grace. "Did you do that with Daddy?" 

"Honey, I barely had sex with your Daddy. I barely had conversations with your Daddy," spat Glory. "He was too into his fucking job to even think about fucking me." 

"Is that why you cheated on him," asked Grace. Glory looked as if she had been slapped. Tears rolled down her face, and suddenly everything was different. Glory finally looked ... Her age. Her face fell and her confidence with it. Lines appeared on her face that had never been there before. Glory looked like a nearly sixty-year-old woman. 

And before I even knew that I was moving, I was. She went to put her beautiful head down on the table and never made it. I was suddenly between them, hugging Glory for all I was worth. 

Grace shrank back from the fury in my eyes. For what seemed like a very long time, no one moved and nothing was said. Then Glory squeezed my hand. She turned and patted me on my wrist. Within seconds, she breathed and then my Glory came back. She shook her head, and the lines on her face disappeared. Her confidence came back and with it her smile. 

"Grace, I never cheated on your father," she said finally. "I'm sure that he thinks I did, but it never happened. There are two ways to look at this. The first is because your father actually gave me permission." 

"He what," said Grace! 

"He told me that I could go out and find a man and have sex with him," said Glory. "I was always after him for sex, and we NEVER did it. I don't know if he lost interest in sex in general or just in sex with me. But finally, he told me that if it was that important to me, just to go out and do it. He told me to be discreet and never tell him about it. So under those conditions what I did can't be considered cheating." 

Grace just sat there with her mouth open. "So ... Uhm what's the second reason that you didn't cheat?" she asked. 

"Because I didn't actually do anything," said Glory. "I started dressing up and going out in the evening. Your father noticed me going out and never said anything. What he finally found out though was that although I wasn't actually doing what he thought I was doing, I was doing something. For the first few nights, I went to the movies, alone; or I went and visited with old friends. Grace, I never had sex with anyone, as much as I wanted to. I was hoping that your father would get jealous and tell me to stop. I just needed to know that he cared, or he wanted me. What I really wanted was for him to claim me and tell me that I was his woman and if anyone was going to fuck me, it would be him. 

"It never happened. So I used those evenings to meet with my lawyer and served your father with divorce papers. Even then, Grace, it wasn't too late. I thought that he would sit down, talk to me, and try to save our marriage and our family. He never did. When he was served, he didn't even bat an eyelash. The normal thing is for the person served to be shocked or to complain. They usually go out and get a lawyer. More than anything else they talk to their spouse and ask them ... why? 

"Not your father. He looked over the papers, saw that it was the usual 50/50, sell the house; each keeps our own cars and retirement packages type of divorce. Then he got out a pen, signed the papers, and gave them back to the process server. When he got home from work that evening, he packed a couple of bags and told me good-bye. I always suspected that HE had another woman on the side. I hired a PI just to find out. I wasted my money. It took them a month of watching him before they even felt guilty about taking my money. There was no other woman. Your father moved on as if we had never been married. He put all of his time and effort fully into his job then. 

I, of course, was devastated. It took me years to get over him ... " I snorted loudly when she said that and Grace looked at me. 

We went on about our business after that. That evening when Glory and I got into bed, she surprised me. "Galan, I'm sorry, Honey, but I'm just not feeling it tonight."

It was the first time in a long time that we didn't have some kind of sex. There was a big thunk, as the handcuffs I had hidden under the covers fell to the floor, and I just settled down to sleep. 

"Galan," she said into the darkness. "Could you still hold me?" I moved over closer to her and wrapped my arms around her. She sighed contentedly. 

* * * * * *

Grace 

Everything was just fucked up. For the past few years, I'd had one thing in my mind. Even though I was an adult woman at twenty-seven years old, I wanted what all kids want. I wanted my parents back together. The college I'd attended was relatively close to the house I'd grown up in. My dad still lived there, so we'd spent a lot of time together. 

I spent a lot of time talking to him. It took me a long time to break through his hesitance to talk about his marriage to my mom. The funny thing about it was that he always maintained that she had cheated on him. After so many years of hearing it from him, I had really begun to believe that my mother had cheated on him. I believed that my mother was some sort of deranged slut that had broken my father's heart after more than twenty years of marriage because she couldn't keep her legs closed. 

However, after talking to her and hearing her side of things, I was taken aback. I knew from the way she looked when she told me her side of things that she was telling the truth. I also knew from the way she talked about him that she still loved my father. And since I had grown up around my dad, I realized that perhaps neither one of them were to blame. They were just two people who loved each other who somehow got out of sync. 

My dad was a few years older than mom. He'd had a heart attack about a year ago and was going to retire later this year. He dreaded it and had all sorts of regrets about the way things between he and Mom had ended. I knew that he would leap at the chance to have her back. 

This caused a huge problem for me. My real reason for being here, for being back in Mom's life was to see if the unrepentant slut that I thought she was, had learned her lesson and could be coerced back into her husband's life and trained to be a good wife. 

Now I realized that my mother was simply a woman and like most women, she needed to be loved and cared for. The problem was that my mom was already being loved and cared for. 

When I first saw her and Galan together, I was shocked. Who watches their mother crawl naked across the floor, and give a guy a no-hands blowjob and comes away unscarred? Not me for sure. Who watches their mother getting fucked in the ass and enjoying it and walks away from the experience without being changed? Again, that's not me. 

From that first night, I was torn by Galan and very confused. Galan was pretty. There is simply no other way to describe the man. At the same time, the things he made my mother do both revolted me, and intrigued me. At first, I was determined to get my mother away from him. I knew that I had to be very subtle about it. My mother had always been very headstrong. That was probably where I got my determination from. I knew that if I just told her to kick him out of her life, they would probably end up married. I was sure that my mom was just being used. 

The next few days were a revelation. I found out that not only was Galan not freeloading off of my mom, but he was a great help. He not only paid her rent to stay with her, he paid a lot of the household bills. He also did a lot of the chores and housework around the house. From talking to my mother, I found out that it had been she who asked him to move in with her. It had also been she who started them having sex. 

The more information I found out, the worse things got for me. First off, there was the fact that Galan spoiled my mother in ways that my father never had. He woke up early just to make her breakfast when he didn't have to show up for work until he felt like it. He also spent most of his time and effort on my mother. The amount of attention he paid her was ridiculous. I was nowhere near shocked when my mother told me that Galan had told her that he loved her. I could believe it. It was apparent in his every action. 

I was further shocked when my mother confessed to me that the only reason that she held herself back from allowing herself to fall for Galan in return was the lingering love she had for my father. I love my father, but I had to admit that my mother would be a fool to go back to him. My grand plans and schemes were now up in the air because I simply couldn't bring myself to do anything to hurt Galan. 

In fact the more time I spent with him, the more I realized that Galan was probably going to end up hurt one way or another in this situation. If my parents got back together, he'd be the one left out. If he stayed with my mother, he'd be the one to lose out because he had stars in his eyes when he looked at her. 

Galan would never willingly walk away from that kind of love. So as my mother aged, he would match his activity level to hers and even though he had her, he would miss out on a lot of things in life that she had already done. My mother was far too old to have children. That meant that a man as loving as Galan was would never share that love with his own offspring. That in itself was a crime. The more I found out about Galan the worse things got. 

I found out later that Galan wasn't some kind of freak with a fetish for older women. He'd gotten out of a relationship with a woman who was his age only a few weeks before he, and my mom moved in together. I stopped by my mom's job to take her to lunch once and got a look at the woman who Galan had been hurt by. She was a fat girl, but a really pretty one. She seemed to be pretty broken up by losing him too. 

I guess in most people's minds the easy way out of my situation would have been to reunite Galan with his former girlfriend. Then I could go about getting my parents back together, and everything would be right with the world. The problem was that I had someone else in mind for Galan. After all the woman had been stupid enough to cheat on Galan, so she clearly didn't deserve him. 

And every day that I spent with Galan convinced me more of that fact. For a man of his age he was very astute when it came to life in general and women in particular. Galan loved women. However, he limited himself to one at a time. 

We talked a lot while we ran in the mornings. I once asked him why the hell he had fallen for my mother when she was more than twice his age. My mom at a little over thirty years older than Galan was close to being too old to be his mother. She was almost grandma range. If my mother had gotten pregnant at fifteen and her daughter had done likewise, my mom could be Galan's grandmother. 

Galan told me that beauty doesn't have an age or a shelf life. My mother had been very beautiful when she was young. That beauty still survived. She aged well and was still very pleasant to look at. She had also taken care of herself and was so active that they did a lot of things. I saw that for myself. My mom and Galan went everywhere. They went to apple orchards and for walks in the park. They went to movies and out to dinner often.