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Becoming Pam

By: ArtyGee



+++CH01+++

I had been fantasizing about it for years, although I had never been able to coax my wife either drunk or sober to show herself off to another man. I have purchased her revealing outfits and bathing suits and such, but she had never worn them in the presence of anyone else, not even on vacation.

My best friend Randy thought my wife was really hot and we had talked about many different schemes whereby he could get an eyeful. We had tried a couple times to set up situations where he could see her, but for one reason or another they had never worked out. 

About a year ago, Randy went to work in South America for 3 months. Shortly after his return he called me up and asked me to meet him. Apparently he had a proposal for me and wanted to discuss it over coffee. I thought perhaps he had a business opportunity for us, but when we sat down a few days later, I had a hard time believing my ears. While he was away, Randy had befriended a fellow who claimed to be descended from a long line of black magic practitioners. Randy was fascinated by some of the stories this fellow told him about magical spells and they spent many nights drinking and talking, but it was the night he heard about possession that was about to change our lives.

Randy explained that he couldn't help thinking about our fantasy as his new friend described his ability to inhabit another person's body. Over the ensuing 2 months Randy had studied the magic until he was able to connect with and take over the body of another acolyte. As we drank our second coffee, Randy told me that he thought he could possess my wife and make our dreams come true. I wasn't the least bit sure about that. It was one thing to fantasize about showing her off, but it was a completely different thing to let my friend inhabit her body. We made a date for the following Saturday so he could give me a demonstration. 

As planned, I went to Randy's place for the demo. Randy set up a video camera in the corner of his rec room and gave me a cup of herbal tea. Within minutes, I started to feel a bit woozy and Randy had me stretch out on the recliner. It only took about a minute for me to fall asleep. 

It was mid-afternoon when I woke up. I noticed immediately that I was lying on the couch not on the recliner where I had fallen asleep. Randy was sitting across the room smiling at me. 

"That was fun," he snickered, "Let me show you the video."

For the next hour, I watched myself moving about the rec room, drinking a beer and eating some nachos. That explained the full feeling and slight indigestion I had. It was unnerving to see myself doing these things while I knew I had been unconscious. When I asked him how he controlled both bodies, Randy explained that we actually swapped consciousness, and I was still out from the tea, but in his body. He then asked if I was convinced, and ready to try it on Pam. 

I thought about it and a chill ran through me as I imagined Randy in total possession of Pam's body. Showing her off was one thing, but this was far and away beyond that. I balked.

"This is too much. Way too much," I whispered, "I don't think I can let you do this to her."

"Aw COME ON," he growled, "I thought you would be all in. You have no idea how hard I worked on this."

All kinds of possibilities ran through my mind. Randy possessing Pam? No. I would have no control. Randy possessing me? No. I would be unconscious. Would it be possible for me to possess Pam? I would be there. I would be in control of her body. I could show as much or as little as I wanted.

"Randy, could you teach me?" The words were out of my mouth before I knew it. 

"It would be better for you because it would be like it was her showing off for you, and I could be right there."

When I saw Randy start grinning from ear to ear, I knew we would have a deal. 

Randy and I met several times a week and he took me through the training sessions. The first time I looked out through his eyes and saw my own body lying on the couch, I almost fainted. The grand finale came a month later when I spent the afternoon puttering around his place in his body. We were ready.

I had a half hard-on and a permanent knot in my stomach for two weeks trying to figure out how to make this thing happen when Pam had an emergency at the office and needed to work double shifts for most of a week. When she came home exhausted on Friday evening I turned on the charm. I let her relax while I made her a light dinner with a glass of wine. I then guided her into a big easy chair with a cup of herbal tea and returned to the kitchen to call Randy.

After the call, I quickly took over of Pam's body. It was a totally different experience than possessing Randy. My center of gravity was way off. My ass felt huge, and I was totally distracted by Pam's breasts bouncing on her chest as I walked towards our bedroom. It took me a few minutes to strip off her work clothes and drop them in the hamper. I rummaged around for some of the sexy clothes I had bought her and could never convince her to wear, and found a pair of thong panties and a push up bra that accented her cleavage. I slipped into her shortest skirt from the back of the closet. I left the top two buttons of the plain white blouse undone, something I had never been able to get her to do. When I looked in the mirror I saw that she looked hot. When I bent over, a generous amount of her cleavage was on display. This was going to be fun. I tried on a pair of high heels I thought would accentuate her legs, but I almost broke an ankle trying to walk, so I slipped them off and ran barefoot down the hall when the doorbell rang.

I thought Randy's eyes were going to pop out of his head when he got a look at my outfit, but it was clear he wasn't sure I had pulled off the swap. When he asked me if Brian was home. I laughed right out loud.

"He's right over there on the couch," I said, watching his eyes as he looked at the couch, then back at me as the realization dawned on him.

"Wow," he whispered. "How are you feeling? What's it like in a woman's body?"

"It's a lot different. I'm a bit off balance and I just can't get used to these," I said as I cupped Pam's firm tits with her hands. 

"Why don't you come on in and let's have a drink?" 

I spun around and walked down the hall and into the kitchen, knowing that Randy's eyes were probably glued to Pam's ass as it wiggled under the tight skirt. 

"Beer for you?" I asked as I opened the fridge door and bent over to pull one out.

The instant I bent over Randy was there with both hands cupping my ass and almost pushing me into the fridge. His attack knocked me a little off balance and it took me a few seconds to recover during which time Randy took full advantage of my position.

"Whoa, whoa, hands off there buddy" I scolded as I stood and spun to face him.

He just smiled and stayed right up close taking the beer from my hand and letting his eyes fall to my cleavage.

"Wish I had been in the fridge when you were bent over," he whispered, "I bet the view from in there was interesting."

I stepped around him and poured myself a glass of wine. It was such a weird situation, and I was so nervous that I drank my wine right down. Randy quickly refilled my glass. 

"How do you want to do this?" He asked as his eyes devoured me, anticipation clearly visible on his face.

"I don't know," I replied, "I was just trying on some heels when you rang the bell. Would you like to see her in heels? I don't think I can walk very far, but it might be fun to at least stand and pose her."

Randy went to the living room as I retrieved the heels from the bedroom. When I got back he was sitting in the easy chair sipping his beer. I dropped the shoes to the floor and steadied myself, one hand on the wall as I slipped them on. The right shoe was a bit snug and I needed to bend over and wiggle it over my heel with my hand. Just as my heel slipped in Randy called my name. Still bent at the waist, I quickly looked up at him and saw him snap a picture with his phone.

"Great shot" he said smiling broadly.

I realized immediately that he had captured a "downblouse" shot.

"Hey! No pictures. How the hell would I explain them if Pam ever saw them?"

"Awe come-on," Randy pleaded, "They're just for us to remember this by. Besides, I'll give them to you before I leave and you can delete them if you want. Now turn sideways and let me get one from that angle." 

It did seem like a reasonable argument. After all, we were doing this so I could show Pam off, and so I just turned and let him shoot. Randy said he had always loved Pam's legs and that the heels accentuated her calves. He also mentioned that he loved the way they made her butt stick out. For the next half hour or so Randy gave directions and compliments to me and captured me posing Pam in a variety of increasingly revealing positions. With each pose I became more excited. My dreams of exposing Pam were coming true, and I was going to have pictures to enjoy when it was all done. 

"Let's move this down the hall," he commanded, "we can get a few bedroom shots."

I thought my stomach was going to fall through the floor as he reached for my hand and led me back through the house. My whole lower abdomen felt like it was melting as we entered the bedroom and he guided me to a seat on the bed.

"Here, let me help you take these shoes off."

With that he knelt in front of me ran one hand up the back of my calf and lifted my foot pulling off the high heel. He then placed my bare foot on his thigh and lifted the other leg. It never dawned on me until I saw his eyes flit upwards that in this position, he could see up the skirt. When he was finished taking off my second shoe, he moved my foot to his other thigh. I was now sitting with my feet spread on my best friends thighs and his hands were rubbing up and down my calves. When I looked down, I could see a bulge in his pants. I nervously stood and moved away from the bed. 

"OK" I said moving carefully around the bed "This touching thing, and your hard-on have me feeling a little weirded out, and I think for now I'm just going to give you a quick look, then ask you to go. Promise to keep your hands to yourself?"

Randy nodded his head and as he sat on the edge of the bed, my hands moved nervously to the buttons on Pam's shirt. Randy's eyes went wide as I unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. Randy was speechless, staring wide eyed at the breasts encased in thin lace in front of him. I have never been as turned on as I was when I raised my hands to the clasp on the bra.

"Wait. Wait" croaked Randy "Rub her nipples. Make them stand out before you go any further"

It was like I was in a trance as I complied with his request. Electricity was shooting from my nipples to my crotch as I rubbed them into hard points. I could feel pussy juices seeping out into my panties as I stood before him.

"I'm really getting wet" I admitted "I better get this skirt off before it gets soaked"

Randy's eyes never left my hands as I undid the button and zipper and slipped Pam's skirt over her hips and down her legs. I saw Randy's eyes move to the mirrored doors behind me to take in the view of her tight ass cheeks as I uncovered them.

"MMM, I love the thong." he moaned "Turn around" 

It was not a request and I felt strangely compelled. I closed my eyes, and slowly turned my back to him. I jumped when I felt his hand caress my right ass cheek. The first caress quickly turned into both hands kneading Pam's ass. This was more than I had bargained for, but as I tried to move away I tripped on the skirt and stumbled. Both my hands flew forward to the wall to catch myself. In that instant, Randy's hands slid up my back and unhooked the bra. Totally off balance, I was defenseless as the bra popped free and Randy's hands flew around to cup my tits. My knees almost buckled as he pinched and pulled my nipples.

"Enough!" I panted as I pulled free "This is too much. You promised not to touch." 

I had never been so turned on in my life. I really needed to catch my breath and get back in control. I kicked the skirt across the floor so I could walk as I told Randy that if he didn't sit down and keep his hands to himself, this would be over and I was going to throw him out.

Randy just sat there and watched my heaving chest as I stood before him in only a thong. Suddenly he seemed to snap out of his trance and quickly took several pictures.

"Brian. She's so fucking gorgeous. I can't believe we are doing this. Please. Please. I'll be good. Just take off the panties and let me see all of her."

Unable to resist, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties and pushed them to the floor. Randy's eyes were riveted to my pussy as I stepped out of the panties to stand totally naked before him. My nipples were rock hard points as he raised his phone for another shot. I had never intended to go this far, particularly the first time, but somehow, I couldn't stop myself. I had lost the ability to resist his commands, which now started to come in rapid succession

"Put your hands on your head. Turn around. Spread your legs a bit. A bit more. Rub your hands down over your tits, pull your nipples. Harder. Stand still."

He had taken several more pictures, and I was insanely turned on. My best friend was commanding me to display my wife's body while he photographed it and I was obeying. I couldn't breathe and I remained riveted to the spot as Randy stood and moved towards me. His hands slipped around my waist and cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading it as he pulled me close. 

"No" I whispered "It's too much" But he didn't move and neither did I. As his left hand moved up my side to cup my breast, his right slid around my hip and moved to my pussy.

"God you're wet" he whispered "I don't think I've ever felt a wetter pussy in my life. This is really turning you in isn't it?"

"It's unbelievable" I panted "I can hardly think straight"

He bent me back a bit and lowered his head, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth, as he pinched the other one between his thumb and finger. It felt like my head was going to explode. Then it hit me. It was one thing to show Pam's body off, but we couldn't do anything that would leave any evidence. I would be in big trouble if Pam woke up with sore nipples or, worse yet, a hickey! I struggled free. 

"No. Please. We can't do this she will feel tender when she wakes up. She will figure it out." I said, pulling away.

"Oh no you don't." Randy spoke harshly "There's something I've dreamed about doing for years"

With a strong hand grabbing my arm he spun me onto the bed. Before I could react, he grabbed both my arms, knelt between my legs and looked up at me.

"You just lie back and enjoy while I eat your wife's pussy" 

I started struggling to get free, but those thoughts vanished the instant I felt Randy's mouth close over my pussy.

Through a haze of arousal, I could hear a woman's throaty moans and cries, and was shocked to realize it was Pam's voice, my voice urging Randy to eat me to make me cum. And that's exactly what happened. My body went rigid. I couldn't breathe at all. Then stars exploded in my brain and my whole being was wracked with an orgasm of unimaginable intensity. Randy still had a firm grip on both my arms and held me down as he kept sucking and licking causing the orgasmic spasms to continue for several minutes.

As I lay there in post-orgasmic daze, it hardly registered that he was taking more pictures. I closed my eyes to bask in the afterglow, and when I opened them again, Randy was standing between my legs stroking his cock. 

"Don't move". Again, it was not a request. "I'm almost there" he grunted

The first jet of his cum, flew through the air and landed on my cheek and chest. The remainder of his load was deposited with less intensity and covered my belly. The last remnants dribbling into my pubic hair. Randy smiled, zipped himself up and picked up his phone, snapping a few pictures of me covered in his spunk, including a few close-ups of the large glob on my face. Through it all I lay there submissively, in shock over what had just happened.

"Well, that was a lot of fun buddy, but it looks like you have some cleaning up to do. Don't worry about me. I'll see myself out." With that he was gone.

Looking at the clock I realized that it had been two hours since Randy arrived. I was lying naked, covered in cum and time was running out. I needed to get Pam cleaned up, and fast. I quickly returned the skirt and blouse to their hangars, but had to hide the thong to deal with later. I took a quick shower, making sure to keep her hair dry. 

When I was sure I had covered my tracks, I pulled on her big flannel nightie, climbed into her side of the bed and swapped back.

When I woke in my own body, I was instantly hard. Yes. It had gone too far. I would have to be more careful if we ever did it again, but it had been amazing fun to show her off. As tired as she had been, I thought that perhaps Pam would sleep all night so I decided it would be fun to look at the pictures and masturbate. That's when I realized that Randy had left with them instead of giving them to me as he had promised. Oh oh. 

+++Ch02+++

I looked down at my wife's tiny manicured hand stroking the hard cock protruding from between Randy's thighs and felt his muscles tense as he neared his climax. 

"Get down in front of me." he commanded. "Let me come on your tits."

It had only been a week since I had swapped into my wife Pam's body to show it off to my best friend Randy. During that session he had taken a number of very revealing photos of her body and when the session ended with a load of his jizm spread from her cheek to her hip, he had slipped out without giving me the sim card as he had promised. 

I had called him the next day and he told me in no uncertain terms that the only way to get the pictures back was to have another "session" so he could spend some more "quality time" with Pam. I had argued and cursed and told him we were through as friends, but when he sent me the close-up of Pam's face clearly in a post-orgasmic haze, and with a big gob of his cum on her cheek, I realized I had no choice. If Pam was to ever see one of those pictures, she would leave me, taking half of my fencing business with her. Both my life and my business would be in ruins.

So I found myself, for the second time, in possession of my cute wife's body. Randy had given me a package containing the outfit he wanted me to wear and told me to put it on with nothing else but a coat and be at his door at 9. I struggled with the lace bustier until I realized that the bra cups had never been intended to cover my nipples. The sheer nylons were even more difficult but I finally got them clipped to the garter straps that hung from the bodice. After pulling up the tiniest thong I have ever seen, I grabbed a long coat from the closet, slipped into the heels and tottered across the street to ring his doorbell.

Randy answered with a huge shit-eating grin.

"Hi Pam. Come on in. Nice of you to drop by. Can I take your coat?" This last part with a bit of a leer

"Fuck off. Don't call me Pam." I replied with venom. "And I'll keep the coat on for a moment until I'm sure there's no camera in your hand."

"If you're not going to play nice, then I guess I'll just hit send on this invite for Pam to link to my Internet file sharing folder with all those cute photos from last time" he said lifting his phone and moving his thumb over the keyboard.

"No. NO. OK. I'll do it." I blurted, as my fingers reached for the buttons on the coat.

Slowly I undid the buttons each one revealing more of Pam dressed as a walking wet dream. As I did, Randy stood before me, eyes devouring each new bit of exposed flesh. When I had undone the last button, Randy commanded me to pull open the coat. Although it had gone too far last time I had maintained some semblance of control of the situation. That is, right up until the end when Randy had sucked my pussy until I had a mind blowing orgasm. This time, Randy was in control and that thought combined with the cold air of the room caused my nipples to spring into hard points the instant they were revealed. Randy stepped around behind me and slipped the coat off my shoulders, throwing it over the hall chair. 


Becoming Pam Finale



This is a work of erotic fiction, emphasis on the fiction. Although I appreciate all constructive criticism, positive and negative, I do not appreciate nasty or abusive anonymous comments. I enjoy getting e-mail from readers and will respond if contacted.

If you haven't read "Becoming Pam" I encourage you to do so. You will need that background to make sense of this story. The original story was posted in Sci-Fi / Fantasy, but I thought this one was more appropriate for this category, although it would also have fit well in Non-consent. Don't worry when you get to the part where you think you missed something. Keep reading and all will be revealed. 

One, two three, four, five...SHIT. This was the first time since I had been trapped in Pam's body that my period had been late. Now what? On my way home from work I dropped by the pharmacy and picked up a pregnancy test kit. I needed to be sure. Whoever the asshole was who decided the positive symbol should be a smiley face should be shot. I was pregnant and there was only one possible father.

Having broken off ties with Randy after our last tryst, I was in no mood to contact him with the happy news. I just made an appointment at the clinic to have the pregnancy terminated. There was no way I was having Randy's baby. The clinic advised that there would be no problem with the procedure but there were two provisos. First I had to be less than 2 months along. No problem. Second I needed the father's signature on the form stating that he agreed to the termination.

SERIOUSLY? I needed Randy's signature to have this done? With no alternative, I called him up and asked to see him.

"I wondered when you'd call again." He crowed. "Just can't get enough of me can you Pam?"

"This is serious jackass. I'll be there in half an hour, and no funny stuff."

When he answered the door I stormed past him and stood in the living room. Without any preamble I told him that he needed to sign the form so I could leave. Randy took the form and as he read it a sly smile came over his face.

"So we got a little bun in the oven eh Pam. If a gal is going to beg for cock, she needs to make sure she is on birth control don't you think?"

"OK Randy. I feel badly enough. Can't you just sign the form and let me get on with my life?"

I felt a sense of relief as he picked up a pen and moved towards the table, but then he stopped and turned to face me.

"Says here, that you have two months, is that right?" 

"Yes, but my appointment is for the week after next. The earlier I do it the less chance of complications." I replied. "Now please just sign the paper and let me go."

Randy stood there looking me up and down. Then he looked from me to the paper and back again. 

"Tell you what Pam. You move in here for a week of fun and frolic with old Randy and at the end of the week, I'll sign. What do you say to that?"

I was stunned. Randy had acted as a complete asshole before but this went above and beyond. There was no way I was going to let him use me for a week just so he would sign the paper and I told him so.

"OK Pam." He said making to tear up the paper. "I think you'll look cute as your belly starts to grow and I really can't wait to see those lovely tits get all swollen with milk. As the father, I'll be wanting to hang around a LOT during the pregnancy and after, of course, visiting my baby."

"OK. One week. But I don't trust you, so sign it now and hand it over."

"OH No you don't: He replied. "How do I know I can trust you? Tell you what. How be I sign the paper and we have someone neutral hold it in escrow until the week is up. During the week, I get you, at the end of the week you get the signed paper."

It seemed safe enough and after some wrangling about who would hold the paper, we agreed. He signed the paper, placed it in an envelope and we went together to give it to the lawyer.

"I'll expect you tomorrow after work." Randy said as he departed. Don't worry about bringing any casual clothes, you won't be needing them."

I really didn't like this deal, and I knew that the week would be Hell, but there was no way I was going to have his baby and be linked to this prick forever. Short term pain for long term gain. It was only a week. 

When I arrived at Randy's place after work, he directed me to the master bedroom and told me to put on my costume for the night. Hanging there was a French maid's uniform. Fishnet hose, short skirt, high heels, the works, including the white lace trim on everything. What a cliché. 

When I walked back into the living room, Randy was sitting there waiting.

"NICE! Now get me a beer honey, then whip us up some dinner would ya?" 

"Fuck you. I'm not your fucking waitress and I'm not your fucking cook." I steamed.

"For the next week, you are exactly what I tell you to be." He retorted. "Or maybe you'd rather wait and start when we can be you and me and baby makes three?"

I huffed my exasperation and brought him a beer. When I handed it to him, he ran his other hand up my leg and grabbed my ass. 

"This is gonna be fun." He laughed. "Call me when dinner is ready."

I went into the kitchen and prepared a meal. Setting two places at the table. When the dinner was ready, I called to Randy to come to the kitchen. I was shocked when he walked in from the living room naked from the waist down, his hard cock leading the way. I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at it, and felt my pussy respond to the recollection of our first, and only fuck.

"What's with the two place settings?" He asked. "The help doesn't eat at the main table. Clear that away."

When the second place setting had been cleared, and dinner was on the table, I asked what I was going to get to eat. Sitting at the table, Randy spread his legs and pointed at his cock. 

"On you knees, under the table and suck for your supper." He commanded.

This whole scenario was so absurd, and yet somehow it was arousing me. I recalled my first female orgasm and how hard I had cum remembering the taste of Randy's jizz in my mouth. I really had no choice if I wanted that signed release, so I crawled under the table and started to suck him off. 

My first inclination was to get him off quickly to get this over with, but he immediately told me to slow down and make it last. Just about the time he finished his main course, he groaned, and filled my mouth with his load. 

"Swallow," was all he said, and I did.

"Now get up and bring in the dessert." 

I was confused, there had been nothing for dessert in the kitchen. But as I emerged from under the table, Randy had pushed the plates aside and motioned or me to sit on the table. When he pulled up my skirt, he gave a snort.

"I thought I told you last time I wanted you shaved every day." He growled. "Get into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up or go home and forget about the papers."

I hopped down and ran to the bathroom searching for a razor in the vanity. I had begged Pam to shave her pussy for me but she had always refused, claiming that it itched too much as it grew back. I did not have the luxury of refusal, so I lathered up and shaved my crotch clean. As I looked at my naked pussy in the mirror, I felt myself starting to lube again. 

Randy yelled from the kitchen asking what was taking so long, and I replied that I was on my way out. A quick wipe, I pulled my uniform down and trotted to the kitchen. Randy helped me sit on his placemat and pushed my legs open. 

"That's better." 

He pushed my shoulders back until I was leaning on my elbows and dove in. I certainly didn't appreciate most of the things Randy had done to me, but man could he eat pussy. He sounded like a little kid eating watermelon as he sucked and slurped at my sex. Soon I tensed up for my first orgasm, and just as he felt me release, he latched his lips onto my clit and sucked it hard into his mouth pinching it tight between his lips. Fireworks went off in my brain as I fell back onto the table and my orgasm ripped through me. 

"Clean up this mess, wipe your juices off the table and come to the living room. I'll be waiting." He commanded as he left the kitchen.

It took me a few minutes to get myself together after the massive orgasm I'd had, and then clean up the table and dishes, load the dishwasher and then head to the living room.

"Hold out your hands for inspection" He ordered.

When I did, he quickly pulled a pair of handcuffs from behind his back and before I could react, clipped them onto my proffered wrists. He then led me behind the big easy chair and pulled, bending me over the back, then fastening the cuffs to a length of rope he had tied to the front legs of the chair. While I was struggling against these bonds, he slipped round behind me and fastened my ankles to the back legs of the chair. I was now bent forward over the back of the chair, arms secured in front and legs spread and secured behind.

"Very funny Randy." I hissed. "You've already got me where you want me with the threat of the paperwork, why tie me up too?"

"Remember what else I said last time Pam?" He whispered in my ear. "I told you that next time I was going to tap that ass, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

An icicle of fear ran down my spine. In all our years together, Pam had never let me even put a finger in her ass. Let alone fuck it. I knew it to be virgin territory.

"No Randy. Please. No" I started to beg. "Pam was a virgin back there. She never let anyone do anything there. Please don't do this to me. NO."

I struggled and pulled at my bonds as Randy lifted my dress to expose my naked ass.

"Virgin? Perfect." He announced. "I'll be happy to be the one to take your cherry Pam."

I struggled mightily but could not even budge from the position he had fastened me in. When I felt the cold lube dribble between my ass cheeks, I began pleading and begging again, but Randy just laughed as he lined up one of his fat fingers and started to press it in. I clenched hard, trying to keep him out, but his finger was so slick and he had such good leverage, that he continued to advance. My asshole felt like it was on fire. I began to cry, but still his finger slowly invaded my back passage.

"Relax baby. It will hurt less if you just relax." He soothed. "You know I've always loved your ass, the shape, the size, the way it wiggles under your clothes. I've wanted it for years, and I'm gonna take it now, no matter what."

With his finger pressed all the way in, he began a slow twisting and wiggling motion. Realizing that I could do nothing to keep him out, I tried to relax my muscles there to relieve some of pain and pressure. When he felt me release, he doubled his wiggling motion, stretching me little by little. 

Another big squirt of lube was followed by the pressure of a second finger beside the first. Just as I started to stretch to accommodate this new intruder, I felt a buzzing on my clit. Randy was now rubbing a vibrator along my sex with a focus on my suddenly extended clit. Involuntarily, my body started to respond, and my arousal level spiked. 

As my mind was so occupied, Randy slowly sunk the second finger the rest of the way in. A little more lube and he began a slow in and out with his two fingers while he kept me on the edge with the vibrator. By the time he had a third finger stretching me out, I was almost incoherent. The vibrations were keeping me on the edge of orgasm, as my ass was being violated and stretched. 

Lost in a sea of conflicting emotions, It took me a second to realize that my ass had been vacated and that Randy's cock was pressing at my hole. I went into another fit of crying and struggling, but having been stretched by fingers, Randy's hard cock was able to press slowly though my sphincter and into my bowels. 

I heard an animal grunt as Randy's wiry hair contacted my ass, and knew that he had finally claimed his prize. I tried to contract my muscles to squeeze him out, but that resulted in another groan of pleasure.

"That's it baby. Squeeze me tight. Your ass is so incredible. It is everything I dreamed it would be. Squeeze me as I fuck your gorgeous ass."

And that is exactly what he did. His initial slow strokes quickly increased in tempo until he was driving into me at a frantic pace. Suddenly I heard a long howling moan as he shoved himself all the way in and unloaded into my previously virgin hole.

When his spasms finally subsided, he pulled out, leaving my gaping ass to slowly recover from the onslaught. He then bent down and untied my ankles and moved to undo the handcuffs. 

"That's enough for tonight Pam." He huffed. "I don't think I have another one in me after that magnificent ass of yours."

I ran to the bathroom and tried to expel as much of his seed as possible. I did my best to wipe up the excess cum and lube, but I still felt it dribble into my panties as I drove home. I knew I had to endure in order to get the paperwork, but I also knew that somehow some way, I would get my revenge. 

The next night was a copy of the first, except that I was naked the entire time and that he didn't tie me up. After I sucked for my dinner, and he ate his desert, He took me back to his bedroom and lay me on the bed with my butt at the edge. After liberally lubing his dick, he lifted my legs to his shoulders and once again skewered my asshole. 

"I really wanted to do this again and watch your face as I plugged you in the ass. Thought I might see a sign that you are starting to enjoy it. You ought to do this with all your boyfriends so you don't get preggers again" He sneered.

No worry of that. My ass was still feeling the brunt of last nights attack and the repeat performance did nothing to relieve the burning itch. When he finally unloaded into me, he pulled out and told me to get out. Apparently I hadn't lived up to expectations. 

Clearly, he was not happy with the way things had gone, because the next night when he opened the door, he just pointed and growled "Get dressed"

I had never seen a skirt that short, and the heels were obscenely high. When the tube top and fishnets were added, they screamed slut. I got in the car with no idea of what was in store for me. Randy took me to the next town and dropped me off on the stroll.

"I am not going to hook for you you bastard" I spit as he closed the door.

"No baby. I don't want to catch anything off you." He replied. "I just want you to act the part for a while then I'll pick you up and fuck you senseless."

For almost an hour I endured the catcalls, propositions, and groping of the potential johns before Randy came back and picked me up. When he drove to a nearby motel and paid for a room by the hour, the desk clerk looked me up and down and told him to be sure to use a condom.

After all this foreplay, Randy was very ready. When he tried to finger my pussy he realized that I was dry and unexcited. Without concern for me, he grabbed the hand lotion from the bathroom, lubed himself up, pushed up my skirt and pressed into my pussy with no other preamble. I was surprised how fast he came. My pussy was now a mess of lotion and jizz. He threw $50 on the bed and walked out the door. 

"Now you're a real whore not just a whore for paperwork" He hissed.

What was wrong with that prick? I had to take a taxi home. The driver offered to take it out in trade, but I paid him the $50 Randy had given me. At least I wasn't out of pocket. 

I had been pretty compliant all week because I needed that paperwork to free myself from this ridiculous situation, so I think that Randy used the last night to try to get me to default.

He made me dress in that same hooker outfit less the fishnets and led me out to the car. 

"For fuck's sake Randy." I groaned. "Not the hooker thing again. Christ."

"Shut up." was his sullen reply.

About 30 minutes later we pulled up in front of a strip club.

"Well buddy. You always wanted her to show off that smokin' body, so tonight, our last night, I'm gonna give you the chance."

As we entered the bar, I saw the sign proclaiming that tonight was 'amateur night' and a chill ran through me. My mind ran back to that night I had stripped for Randy and how hot it had made me. Now he was going to make me do it for a crowd. Would I get as excited, or would I panic? I guessed I was going to find out.

When we entered the bar, two guys waved us over. Randy introduced me to the men telling me that they were the owners. As we talked, their eyes ran up and down my body taking in every detail. Being ogled like that brought out my old fetish and I felt my pussy start to moisten. 

We were invited to sit and have a drink until the amateur contest started. Randy had several shots and a beer, starting to become quite drunk. I had a beer to try to calm my nerves. The glassware was pretty dirty so I drank directly out of the longneck. Three pairs of eyes were riveted to my lips every time they encircled the top of the bottle. 

"Oh baby." Joey, one of the partners, said. "Those lips are a thing of beauty. If you want something other than a bottle in your mouth, just let me know."

It was a stupid line, but it hit me right in my gut. The whole idea of showing off had me so turned on that if he pulled his dick out right now, I might just do it. 

The rest of the time they were watching the girls on the stage strip down. As I watched, I thought of my prior life. How I had enjoyed looking at strippers, enjoyed the thoughts of Pam exposing herself to men, and as these thoughts ran through my mind I felt myself lubing even more. 

It was another beer and almost an hour later that the announcer called for the participants to make themselves known. Three women in various attire started making their way up to the stage. 

"If you don't go up, the deal is off." Randy whispered in my ear.

I downed his shot of tequila, then stood and clicked my way to join the other girls on stage. 

"Four lovely participants for your pleasure this evening." The announcer barked. "Spin around a couple times girls. Let the guys get a look at the merchandise. The rules are simple. Each girl gets a chance to strip solo. There are no limitations here, so each girl can go all the way if she wants, and she will if she expects to win. At the end of the solos all four girls will come out together for a finale and the voting."

There was a disturbing roar of hoots and catcalls as we left the stage. This was going to be tougher than I thought. 

"First time honey?" A slim brunette asked. "Just relax and dance. Pretend you're doing a solo for your boyfriend. With the spotlights, you can't see past the first row anyway. You'll be OK."

When we were all in the dressing room, the announcer gave us our order of appearance. I was to be third with the brunette who had talked to me taking the last spot. I watched as the first two girls danced. They didn't exactly look like amateurs. When I asked the brunette, she laughed and said that hardly any real amateurs ever show up for these things. Apparently I was going to be a real treat for the audience. 

When my turn came, I stepped tentatively onto the stage and started to sway with the music. Although the thought of exposing myself to all these men had me very turned on, I was extremely nervous. After about a minute of dancing, I heard Randy and Joey start to yell for me to get it off. This was followed by a chant of strip...strip...strip...

It was now or never, and I needed that signed paperwork. I grabbed my top and yanked it down, revealing by bare breasts, just as the second song started. It was a quicker beat.

"Shake it baby. Shake it." From the crowd.

When I shook my shoulders to the beat, my tits jiggled wildly, getting a cheer from the audience. Just like that first time at Randy's, I was starting to get into it. I was dancing wildly now, pulling up the back of my skirt and showing my bare ass and thong panties. As the second song ended, I pulled the skirt off and stood there in just my heels and thong. 




Becoming Pam Finale



As the third song began, the men began to chant again. "Thong...Thong...Thong..." I was mesmerized by the chant and by my arousal. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of the thong and pulled it down to my ankles, bending at the waist. The crowd went wild as I stepped out of my panties and threw them beside my skirt. There was a chorus of hoots and cheers as I continued to dance. 

As the third song was winding down I heard a familiar voice begin to chant. "Spread...Spread...Spread..." The chant was picked up by the rest of the audience. I glared at Randy who had begun this chant, and saw him mimic tearing up a paper. Once again, I was trapped by circumstance. 

The announcer pushed a chair on stage and I quickly sat down. When I spread my legs wide, the crowd cheered. When I also pulled up my knees, they went berserk as my cunt lips opened wide. Yes. Cunt. It had stopped being a pussy or a vagina the instant I had spread my legs. It was now a cunt open and on display for these strangers to see. The song ended and I collected my clothes as I left the stage.

"Don't bother getting dressed again honey." The brunette said as she mounted the stage. "The thong is all you'll want for the finale anyway."

As I bent to pull my panties up my legs, I felt a warm hand caress my buttock. When I looked back the announcer slipped his hand between my cheeks and along my wet crack.

"Nice." He rasped. "I like it when you girls get all worked up on stage. Nothing like the smell of hot cunt."

I pushed his hand away and pulled up my thong. The time on stage had seemed ridiculously short, but standing there almost naked, waiting for the brunette, was the longest three songs of my life.

Then we were back on stage. All four dancing simultaneously stripping bare and wiggling and spreading our asses and cunt lips. In the end, the prize went to the brunette by audience applause. Grateful that the night was over, I had gathered my clothes and started to dress when Randy stumbled over. 

"C'mon Pam. Joey invited us to one of the VIP rooms."

"OH NO. I'm not going in there with you guys." I replied.

"Oh good. I can't wait to see that tummy swell and those titties fill with milk. Maybe we'll come back here then and you'll win."

"Damn it. This ends tonight right?" I hissed. "After this we are done. Understand?"

Randy nodded and took my hand leading me back to the private room. There was a beer there for me and Joey said I should take a sip. His eyes never wavered as he once again watched my lips on the glass.

Randy told me to get up and dance for them insisting that the thong be off. Displaying myself to these men in this more intimate setting spiked my arousal, and the room was infused with my womanly scent. 

Randy was the first to take our his hard cock. My hormone addled brain was even more mesmerized by the sight of it than I had been last time. I dropped to my knees in front of him and quickly took his dick into my mouth. I was so engrossed with Randy that I didn't hear Joey's zipper come down, but I knew it had when he grabbed my free hand and guided it to his throbbing hard-on. 

Randy pulled my head back, looked into my eyes and told me to do Joey. I didn't even think, I just moved my head to Joey's lap and started to suck greedily. I felt the vacancy as Randy moved from beside him, but knew immediately where he went when he pressed his thick cock into my pussy from behind. 

As Randy pounded me from behind he drove me onto Joey's cock. The fucking he was giving me caused me to grunt and moan adding to Joey's pleasure. It took only a minute or two for all three of us to explode in orgasm. I swallowed every drop of Joey's seed as he fired it into my mouth while Randy held my hips and shot his load deep into my cunt.

As we were finishing up. There was a knock on the door. It was Joey's partner telling him to vacate the room for a paying customer. As we dressed, and left the room, Joey leaned in and told me I was welcome anytime. He said he always had a spot for a talent like mine. I just smiled and thanked him no.

When Randy dropped me home, I reminded him that we were done. He agreed that I had upheld my end and that I could have the papers. He gave my tits a final squeeze and then got back in his car and drove away. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. 

There was no problem when I went to pick up the papers the next day, and I made my appointment at the clinic for two days later. I opened the envelope to make sure everything was in order and got the shock of my life. I had watched Randy sign the papers. Had see the big R of his first name, but what he had signed was Rocky Raccoon, not Randy Rogers. SHIT.

When I called him up he just laughed me off. 

"I told you I wanted to see your tummy swell and get a chance to milk those tits. Did you really think I was going to sign those papers? Come on by tonight and we can talk, or something." The innuendo in the "or something" thick in his tone.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I certainly felt like a scorned woman. I told him he could "or something" himself for all I cared and slammed the phone down. What was I going to do? How could I get myself out of this mess? I needed Randy to sign those papers and he was holding out on me. 

I wracked my brain and slowly a plan started to form. My idea of 'or something' was indeed totally different than Randy's. That bastard was going to pay and pay big time. If I could pull this off, I was through being fucked and being fucked over by him. If this was going to work I would need an accomplice. A special kind of accomplice. I logged onto the Internet to do some searching, found what I needed and made a call to an old acquaintance of Pam's.

About two weeks later, I was standing at Randy's door in a short halter style cocktail dress. His choice. When he opened the door he smiled that smarmy little grin as he looked me up and down, then stood aside to let me in. I made a bee-line for the can. Pregnant women sure have to pee a lot. When I was done in there. I suddenly felt really ill. I threw up, and had to ask Randy for a rain check on our date. He wasn't happy but finally relented. 

It was another week before I made my return visit to Randy's place and this time I was wearing the maid's outfit. My choice. When he answered the door I put on my most seductive French accent and asked him if there was anything I could do for him.

"May I make you a drink sir?" I purred. "Something quick so we can get down to the serving. A shooter so as not to waste any time with the preliminaries? I can't wait to start making you feel real good." 

I knew he wouldn't resist and put a special wiggle in my ass as he watched me walk to the bar. In less than a minute I was back handing him his drink. When he took it from my hand, I sunk to my knees in front of him and started to undo his pants. He was already hard in anticipation as I reached up and pulled them down around his ankles. His cock was sticking straight out. I looked up into his face as I took him deep in my mouth and watched him pound back his shooter.

The look on his face was priceless as he tasted the drink and realized what I had done. 

It took almost another month before the plan reached it's conclusion and Randy was never going to be a problem to me or any other woman again. He did call me up and threaten me, but I reported him to the police as a stalker and when they checked my phone records they agreed. He spent the night in jail and a restraining order did the rest. He's now doing 24 months in an upstate prison for failure to abide by the law. I checked on him and apparently he has a big black bull looking out for him there and he's getting all the sex he can handle.

So I am continuing with my life as Pam and things are going pretty well. I even have a new boyfriend and we have a fairly active sex life ourselves. But wait. I bet you want to know how I pulled this off don't you? 

That call I made? Oh that was to set up a visit to Tim, an old friend of Pam's. I recalled Pam telling me that he had been very ill. When Tim opened the door he looked like death warmed over and not very well warmed at that. He said he was glad to see me and invited me in. Reminiscing was dangerous territory for me so I steered the conversation around to recent developments. 

It was strange to talk about "Brian's" death, but soon we were discussing Tim's recent sickness. He confided that the testicular cancer had been quite aggressive and cried a bit when he told me he'd had to have them both removed as part of the treatment. The chemo and radiation therapies had really kicked the crap out of him. He said most days it was all he could do, just to walk to the corner store from his apartment. He had lost serious muscle mass, had no sex drive and no energy, but at least the disease was in remission. For now.

As he sat there with a tear running down his cheek, I asked him what he would do to have a fresh start. Would he try a radical therapy? Travel to a foreign country? Just how desperate was he? He grabbed my hands in his and told me that he would do anything except perhaps murder, in order to kick this and start over. 

His answer was exactly what I had hoped, and I told him I thought I could help. I told him all about my situation and about what I had planned. At first he thought I was crazy, but after some discussion I was able to convince him that he had nothing to lose and everything to gain if he went along with me. Eventually he agreed.

That first trip to Randy's. The one where I got sick. Yeah. I had to search a bit, but I found the mind swap potion in the back of his medicine chest. A quick check showed me there was sufficient for my purposes. So I hid it in my purse and stuck my finger down my throat to make myself barf. 'Morning sickness' in the evening. I gagged a couple more times and I was out of there. 

Yeah. It was the potion that Randy tasted after he shot down his drink. He was furious about being tricked and came after me. I jumped up from in front of him and ran to the bedroom. He stumbled and tripped over his pants as he tried hard to catch me. Luckily the potion worked quickly and by the time he had me cornered in the bedroom he was quite woozy. With his heart racing, it took less than a minute before he was out cold. 

As soon as he was out, I swapped bodies with him. I carefully wrapped Pam's, my, sleeping body up in a blanket and carried her out to the rental van for the trip across town. When I got to Tim's place he was waiting for me. I unloaded the borrowed wheelchair from the van and took it up to Tim's apartment.

This was the tricky part. There had not been enough of the potion to try this out first and I wasn't at all certain that the distance from the van to the apartment would be enough to stop any unwanted transference. I worried that if we were all together, Randy might just wake up in Pam's body, or swap back into his own when I tried to swap with Tim. 

Crossing my fingers, I gave Tim the rest of the potion and watched as he drifted off. In my collaborator's condition, I knew his body would never have the strength to haul Randy's relatively massive frame around so I sat in the wheelchair, took a big breath and swapped minds with Tim. 

OH GOD it felt awful. He really was in bad shape. Weak and dizzy and sore all over. I wouldn't wish that feeling on my worst enemy. Oh. Yeah. I did. It took me a moment to steel myself but knowing time was short, I forced myself to get off the couch and get moving.

I had to work fast. It was all I could do to get Tim's ravaged body to push the wheelchair holding Randy's inert body down to the van. I was barely able to dump him out of the chair and pull Pam's, motionless body still holding Randy's nasty mind into it. Out of the van, back up the elevator and into Tim's apartment. I was exhausted, Tim's ravaged body reaching it's limit. I needed to swap back into Pam to finish this. I closed my eyes and swapped. It didn't work! I willed myself to relax. Took a deep breath and tried again.

That was it. I was back in my female form and Randy was now left in Tim's broken body. I dumped the bastard on the couch and pushed the wheelchair back down to the van, leaving Randy to his new life as Tim. Rather poetic justice isn't it?

Oh no no, we didn't just all revert to our original selves when the potion wore off. I was a bit worried about that too, but I remembered Randy telling me there was a time limit on the swap, and my own experience being stuck in Pam's body told me that it could be permanent if we just weren't together when time ran out.

So, not too long after I drove back to Randy's place, Tim woke up as Randy in Randy's house and Randy woke up as Tim in his grotty little apartment. 

The stalker thing? Oh. Tim and I worked that out in advance. After our first meeting he started calling me dozens of times a day, day and night. He even came around to the house and the business to pester me repeatedly. By the time I was ready for my big revenge, my friends and employees were all begging me to call the cops.

Nope. There's no way he can trick us into swapping back. See I used the last of the potion he had in this world. He never had time to learn how to make it himself only how to use it. He told me that once. I was lucky that there were two doses left in the vial when I found it in his house. Two was all I needed and none left for his return. 

My new Boyfriend? Well, Tim is feeling very strong in Randy's body and his sex drive has been fully restored. I can personally attest to that fact. As much as I hated what Randy did to me, I did so love his hard body and thick cock, and I love them even more now that they are part of a kind and gentle man who is so very, VERY grateful for being saved.



Becoming Pam



When he stepped up close behind me and moved his hands lightly over my shoulders and down my arms I felt goose bumps rise on my flesh making my areolae contract causing my nipples to harden and grow even more. 

"Oh yessss Pam. I'm in control now and there's going to be a LOT more touching this time."

I shuddered as his hands reached the ends of my arms and moved between us to cup my ass. 

"I love your ass Pam." He whispered in my ear. " I've always loved your ass and it is going to be so great to have some time to play with it. Walk across the room" He commanded, giving my ass a little pat as he did.

I slowly walked across the room, knowing that his eyes were glued to Pam's backside as the heels caused me to sway it to and fro. 

"Magnificent. Now turn around and come back. Nice and slow. Let me savour it."

I spun on my toe and sashayed back towards him. I wasn't happy about being blackmailed into doing this, but the act of exposing Pam to Randy was getting me very turned on, and like last time, I was starting to feel a bit submissive. 

When I reached him, I stopped, facing him, and felt his hands run up my arms and over my shoulders. At this light touch, the goose bumps returned and my nipples throbbed. Palms down, he dragged his fingertips from my shoulders down over my heaving breasts and finally agonizingly he gently cupped them and strummed his fingers back and forth across my nipples. He continued this sweet motion as he leaned down and kissed me gently on the forehead

"Oh Pam baby. As much as I love your ass, your tits and nipples are incredible. I knew this would be the perfect outfit for our evening together" 

He wouldn't stop calling me by her name. Randy kept treating me like I actually was my wife. The entire center of my body felt like melted butter, and I could feel some of that butter leaking out into the thong. 

"Randy" I could barely form the words. "Randy. I'm so turned on. I'm so wet. We have to stop. We can't go too far. She'll know, she'll know if something happens."

It was the first time I had admitted that "something" could happen, and Randy was quick on the uptake.

"Something? What something might that be?" He groaned. Something like this?" And he moved his hand down my belly and into my panties.

In one smooth unimpeded motion he sank his middle finger up to the knuckle in my cunt. The suddenness of the penetration and the intensity of the feelings it elicited caused my knees to buckle and my head to arch back. Randy's hand left my breast and slipped around my waist to support me as he leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. At the same time, with his finger still wiggling inside me he pressed the heel of his palm into by pubic bone, causing me to moan into his mouth. When his tongue started to press between my lips, I freaked. 

"No." I said, pushing away from him. "I'm not Pam. I can't do that with you." I panted. 

But deep inside I wasn't sure that I would be able to resist if he did try it again. 

"OK. Just as well" he whispered. "So far Pam has been getting all the attention and I think it's time for some payback."

I didn't know exactly what he meant, but I didn't really like the sounds of it.

"I know that you won't fuck me because you're afraid that she'll know when she wakes up, and I know if you won't let my tongue into your mouth, you probably won't let me push my dick in there either. So a hand job sounds like the best compromise for us both" He said smiling as he pulled his tee shirt over his head and started unbuckling his belt.

I stood there stunned as Randy kicked off his jeans and shorts and walked towards me naked with his cock sticking straight out. When he reached me he hugged me to him and for the first time I felt a hard cock poking at my tummy, then slipping upwards between us as our bodies met. I could feel the heat of his rod on my stomach as he leaned in for another quick kiss.

"Come on Pam," He whispered, "just a little hand job."

He grabbed my right hand and slid it between us toward his thick cock, then pressed my fingers around his manhood. As he did this I realized Pam's fingers were barely able to go all the way around. Holding his cock in my hand I could feel it pulse with his arousal and then he started to move my hand on his cock.

"Oh God Pam. This is so great. Let's sit down so you can really work it over."

He grabbed my other hand and guided us to the sofa, where he sat me down next to him. He squeezed my fingers around his turgid cock and guided my stroking motion with a slight twist (Just the way he liked it he said). Randy put one arm around my shoulder and the other on the back of the sofa and watched as I stroked him. It was taking some time, but I knew it was working as his breath started to come in small gasps. I looked down at my wife's tiny manicured hand stroking the hard cock protruding from between Randy's thighs and felt his muscles tense as he neared his climax. 

"Get down in front of me." he commanded. "Let me come on your tits."

I didn't argue. I just slipped to my knees between his spread legs and continued stroking. 

"Use both hands." he whispered. "Don't squeeze so hard. Use a little spit" 

I could tell he was getting close and I needed to finish him and get back home. So I spit on his cock as I stroked it towards me.

"Again. More spit" 

I complied. Once. Twice. Three times I spit on his cock, stroking, always stroking. 

"Not enough." He groaned. "Lick it. Lick the head"

I didn't think. I simply complied. I opened my mouth and licked the end. 

"Again. Keep going"

Submissively I obeyed. Licking again and again. Lost in my own arousal

"Hey. Look up." Breathless

And as I raised my eyes to his I saw the camera at the same instant as he blew his wad onto my tongue and into my mouth. It was a huge shot that covered my tongue with jizm. Sputtering and spitting I tried to pull back but he grabbed me and squirted four more jets onto my forehead and cheeks.

I was furious. Pam was covered in cum and it was going to take a long time to clean her up and get this taste out of her mouth. The front of the bustier was soaked in spit and cum, but that was assholes problem.

"YOU BASTARD. YOU SON OF A BITCH" I screamed. "You tricked me. You came in my mouth. WHAT THE FUCK?"

At that instant , we heard approaching sirens and then a horrendous thump that felt like an earthquake. We ran to the front window and looked across the street to my house, and saw the back end of a muscle car sticking out of my living room. Half of the front of the house was collapsed around it. People were starting to come out of their houses, yelling for someone to call 911. Two police cruisers pulled up lights flashing. The horror struck me immediately. Pam, in my body had been asleep on the couch which must surely by now be trapped under the car and rubble. Oh no. 

+++CH03+++

All I could hear was a woman's voice screaming and wailing. Howling at the top of her lungs. Then I felt the slap on my face, and the screaming stopped. It had been me. Randy grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me until I came to my senses. What senses I had left anyway. 

"Pam" he yelled "Pam we have to get over there. Make it look like you were in the house too, just in another room or something. Pam. PAM"

"Stop calling me Pam you asshole" I blurted "For all we know Pam's dead" I moaned "DEAD"

Randy slapped me again to stop the hysteria.

"PAM" he said slowly. You have to put your coat on and get over there. NOW!"

He grabbed the coat and pulled it up my arms draping it across my shoulders and quickly fastened the top few buttons, then opened the side door.

"Here" he said giving me a shove towards the street. "When you get to the street find a cop and get as hysterical as you want. Just remember it's Brian, it's your husband Brian who's trapped in the house. I'll get dressed and be right out"

I was in shock and I stumbled toward the street. Everyone was looking at the wreck and nobody saw where I came from. I grabbed the nearest cop and started screaming that my husband was in there. That I had been in another room.

"Who are you lady?" He asked gruffly. "Where did you come from?" 

"The house. THE HOUSE" I screamed. "I was in another room. Is he dead? OH GOD is Brian DEAD?" and I started screaming again as the cop led me to the ambulance.

As I was guided into the bright lights of the ambulance, my state of undress became obvious. The cop and the paramedic both took a good long look at my exposed lower body before they pulled my coat closed and sat me down.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" The paramedic asked. "You have something spilled all over your face, and there's a redness showing that something might have hit you. Let's get you into the rig and I'll give a quick check over." This as he guided me into the back of the ambulance and closed the doors.

"Here. Let's just slip this coat off so I can examine you" he soothed as he opened the buttons and pushed my coat open. 

I heard a faint gasp as he took in my attire. My wife's, now my body, was sitting in a topless bustier, garters and hose, completely exposed to this stranger. He quickly grabbed a sheet from the shelf and draped it over me.

"Do you know what this is all over your face? Here. Let me help you clean up a bit." He said kindly.

As he started to wipe the come off my face and out of my hair, he got a funny look on his face. Then he slowly began to smile.

"There. There." He soothed let's get this spunk off our face before anyone else sees it.

It struck me like a thunderbolt. I had been in such a panic, that I had run into the street with Randy's cum all over my face and hair and this paramedic knew exactly what it was. I started to cry uncontrollably and the paramedic became concerned.

"Were you anywhere near the crash? Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked. 

"No, no, I'm fine" I sniffled "I'm just ashamed of how I must look."

"Don't worry about that. You look fine. I got your face pretty much all cleaned up. Here's a package of wipes and a set of scrubs that should fit you. You can clean up the rest and cover up. Regulations say I can't leave you in here alone but I'll turn my back while you change."

"Thank you. Thank you very much for your kindness and consideration" I said as I started using the wipes to clean up my chest and breasts.

There was spit and cum all down my front so I stripped off the bustier and hose and slipped on the scrubs.

"Do you have a garbage can where I can toss these away?" I asked as I turned to face him.

He turned back to me and indicated a bin near the door. I handed him the bundle of clothes and he pushed them into the garbage can. I was starting to feel better now that I was clean and covered up.

"Thank you again for your kindness." I said "It really means a lot to me."

It was about that time that the rescue squad reached "Brian" and declared that he had indeed been killed in the accident. So had the joyrider who had stolen the muscle car. When the officer came over to the ambulance and told me, I freaked out. Pam was dead. My little fetish had killed her. It was all my fault. I couldn't fight the panic and sorrow over what had happened and I threw a screaming, crying, cussing, all-out tantrum. To the outside world I was a distraught woman who had tragically lost her husband. The paramedic stuck a needle in my arm and, suddenly I was very woozy.

"There you go ma'am. It's just a sedative to help you relax a little bit." 

I became the only witness and had to spend a long time with the police. I was able to convince them that I had been in a different part of the house when the accident had occurred. 

When the police finally released me, Randy was right there soothing me and telling me I could stay in his guest room tonight. He explained to the police that he was, had been, my husband's best friend and he would be sure that I was OK.

By the time we got to Randy's place the emotional trauma and the sedative had me out on my feet. Randy guided me to the guest room, Stripped me, slid me between the covers and kissed me good night. I fell into a deep and troubled sleep. In the morning I left before he woke up.

"Brian" had left everything to Pam in his will including his fencing business. There was also a sizeable insurance policy that paid double because his death had been an accident. It was a strange experience being my own widow. I arranged the funeral, cleaned up the estate and collected the life and house insurance. The house was a total loss. I realized that I couldn't live there again anyway so instead of rebuilding, I sold out and moved to a small town-house across town. I needed to get back to work so I quit Pam's job and took over the fencing company. I had to pretend not to know too much for a while, and I had to hire a new man to take over the heavy work Brian used to do, but soon enough the business was ticking along. I had cut off all ties with Randy. I was so mad at what he had done to me that night and certainly didn't trust him any more. 

Obviously I couldn't hang around with my old friends, but Pam's friends were very supportive and I started to socialize with them. It took a while to get the hang of "girl talk". Obviously this was dangerous territory, so I told them that I was starting a new life and didn't really want to talk much about stuff that happened before the accident. At first it was hard, but they seemed to accept it and as the months went by we had more and more "new" things to talk about. 

The first time the girls suggested that I needed to start looking for "someone" I was shocked and laughed it off. They kept it up though and gave me a gift box. I squealed when I opened it and saw it contained a life-size penis shaped vibrator and a small bottle of lube. I must have blushed because they all laughed hysterically as I quickly closed the box. 

That night I started thinking about what I should do. At first I thought I might look for a girlfriend, but that might be hard to explain since Pam had been totally heterosexual. Besides, when I thought about it I realized that women held no sexual attraction for me. About a week after the first suggestion Jill and I were sitting in a coffee shop when she leaned over and whispered to me.

"There's a hottie for you. You should walk over and introduce yourself."

I looked at the man she indicated and a felt a little flip in my stomach. He was kind of cute , and before I could stop myself I blurted that out to Jill. 

"I bet he would be a lot of fun in the sack" Jill continued. "Check out those broad shoulders, and those tight buns. I love a man with tight buns" This as he passed by and moved to the counter to order. 

A warm melting feeling started in my lower abdomen. I had felt that feeling before. With Randy. When I was turned on. Looking at and talking about bedding this guy was turning me on. Oh. No.

+++CH04+++

Panic. A sudden freezing chill ran through me from top to bottom. It must have shown on my face because Jill quickly asked me what was wrong in a very concerned tone of voice. I made up some lame excuse about stomach upset, and excused myself to go home. Jill insisted that she accompany me to make sure I was OK, but I declined saying I would call her if it was anything serious. When I got home, my mind was in turmoil. What was happening to me? Was I turning gay? Then I remembered something I had seen about trans-gendered men who had previously only been sexually attracted to women, and how they became attracted to men after they started hormone therapy. It started to make sense. My brain was flooded with estrogen. Like it or not, my psyche was changing. I had to find out.

I booted up the computer and pulled up a porn site that I had enjoyed periodically as Brian. As I scanned through the pictures of the women, I felt no arousal whatsoever, but when I clicked on a picture of a couple, my eyes drifted to the man and I felt it. It turned me on. I Googled another site with pictures of men and found myself scanning through them mesmerized. It took about 15 minutes before I stumbled upon my Adonis. He was big and muscular with a large pink cock hanging between his legs. As I clicked through picture after picture of him in various poses, I started to feel the wetness seeping into my panties. Broad chest, strong arms, ripped abs, his cock. I opened my pants, jammed my hand down the front and started to diddle my clit. The orgasm that shook through me was nice, but unsatisfying. Not enough. 

The vibrator! Where the hell had I left it. I ran to the front hall, opened the closet and there was the gift box. I grabbed it and ran back to the computer. It took me a few frustrating minutes to set up a slide show of Adonis' pictures change into a robe and get a towel to sit on. I leaned back and watched the pictures as I pleasured myself with my hands. It only took a couple minutes before I felt an urge, a desperate need for something more. I grabbed the vibrator, turned it on low and brought it to my pussy. The intensity of the sensations took my breath away. My arousal skyrocketed into the stratosphere. I'd had no sexual feelings for almost 8 months and I was being blown away. I felt achingly empty "down there" I felt a strong need to be filled. My pussy was actually drooling so there was no need for the lube. I repositioned the vibrator in my hand so the tip was at my entrance and slowly pushed it in. The loud sexy groan I heard was me. I was being stretched and stimulated in a way that I had never imagined. I leaned back in the chair, lifted my legs, and placed my feet on the edge of the desk on either side of the computer. I could look between my bent knees and see the pictures of Adonis flashing up on the screen. I couldn't resist. I started to stroke the vibrating cock in and out. Slowly at first, and then as I became more excited, faster and faster. 

This was it. This is what it felt like to be fucked. I continued to stroke in and out, adding a little twist which made me think of that night with Randy. My hand on his cock. Stroking with a little twist. Then I thought of the first time when I had opened my eyes and seen him standing between my legs jacking his cock over my nakedness. The huge spurt of semen onto my body. My mind raced back to the second time. My small hand stroking his cock. Then,spitting on his cock Licking the head. Tasting his cum. OH GOD. Tasting his cum. Every muscle in my body went rigid, and then I orgasmed. I felt my pussy clamp down on the rubber phallus, and then pulse quickly, as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Again and again my muscles spasmed until I thought that it might never stop. My whole body was jerking and spasming. I kicked the computer and knocked things off the desk. I almost fell off the chair. Enough. I couldn't take any more. I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy allowing a flood of my juices to pour out into the towel. I was still feeling little orgasmic aftershocks. 

When I finally came back to earth, I pulled my robe together gathered the wet towel and headed for the bathroom. I felt so mellow that I decided to take a nice long bath. When I poured the bath oil into the steaming water the whole world smelled gorgeous. Stripping off the robe, I slipped into the hot water and, totally relaxed, closed my eyes. The hot water caressed my body sensuously. I started to drift. Unbidden, visions of cock swam through my mind. Change rooms, rest rooms, friends. I started to think of that cute paramedic. The one who had been so kind to me. And how he had cleaned the spunk from my face and how he knew what it was. I wonder what his cock looks like? Oh my. 

+++CH05+++

Clean and relaxed, I slipped into bed and fell quickly asleep. There was much confusion in the days that followed. Visions of cocks large and small drifted through my mind and I had a hard time focusing at work. Randy was still on my shit list for what he had done to me the night Pam died, but I couldn't get the memory of our encounter out of my head. Masturbation, even with the vibrator left me wanting. There was only one person in the whole world who knew what had happened and that's the only person I could talk to about this. Finally I picked up the phone and dialled Randy. 




Becoming Pam



When I said I needed to talk, he invited me to come right over to his place. When he opened the door he swept me inside. He opened a beer and gave me a glass of wine as we moved through to the den. He asked and I told him about the new house, the fencing company, and Pam's girlfriends. He re-filled my wine glass as we talked about his work and some of our friends. Then I took a deep breath and jumped in.

"You are the only one who knows about what happened that night. You're the only one who I can talk to about this." I started. "I think my brain is changing. I'm fixated on cock. It's all I can think about."

Randy looked back at me with surprise. 

"What are you saying man?"

"I'm saying that I'm not a man any more. I'm thinking like a woman. I'm attracted to men. I use a vibrator on myself. A vibrator shaped like a cock. I can't get enough. What am I going to do? Have you got any of that voodoo stuff that can help me?"

As all this tumbled out, Randy's face turned from shock to something else. Something bordering on predatory. 

"Sure Pam," he leered, "I got something right here that can help you out. I think it's just a little case of unfinished business."

Before I could react, Randy stood and dropped his pants around his ankles. His cock was already at half-mast and my eyes fixed on it.

"Is this what you want Pam? Did you come back for another taste? Have you been thinking about this cock?"

Randy finished removing his pants and walked over towards me, his dick continuing to harden as he got closer. My eyes never left his cock as he moved in and when he stopped in front of me I involuntarily reached up to touch it. 

"That's it Pam. Touch it. Do you want it? What do you want? What did you come here to do Pam?"

Chills were running down my spine. I felt hollow. My pussy was suddenly wet. Very wet. I couldn't breathe, couldn't talk.

"OK then if you don't want to tell me, I'll just go back over and sit down."

As he turned away, I couldn't help looking at this ass. His nice tight ass. As he walked he pulled his shirt over his head and the sight of his broad naked shoulders added to the attraction. When he sat, he spread his knees, giving me a clear view of his stiff cock sticking up and his heavy balls laying below. I couldn't stop staring. He knew he was teasing me. He knew he was exciting me even further. My brain was reeling and my pussy was drooling.

"You know Pam. I've thought a lot about our last time together and I think we should start up where we left off. Stand up Pam"

I didn't even think of disobeying his command. I stood unsteadily. He reached for his remote and turned to a cable music station. One with a slow steady beat.

"Take off your shirt Pam. If you want some of this," he said grabbing his cock, " You gotta be my stripper."

He was calling me Pam and now he wanted me to be his stripper. Refusal was not an option. I started to sway my hips in time to the music and slowly unbutton my blouse. Randy kept his hand on his cock and as the lace of my bra was revealed, he stroked it a couple times. I couldn't take my eyes off it as I danced.

"That's it Pam. Slip it off and spin around a couple times. You know what a stripper is supposed to do. You remember what a guy likes."

I pushed my shoulders back to allow the blouse to drop off my arms which also thrust my tits out for him. I held the blouse in one hand as I spun on the ball of one foot, then threw it onto the chair. I was in another world. I was his stripper. I ran my hands down my body and unhooked my belt, then slowly as my hips swayed to the music I slid the zipper down. I wanted him to be excited. I wanted to expose myself to him. I would do anything to get at this cock. So close and yet out of reach. I spun again, stopping with my back to him. I knew how much he loved Pam's ass and I wanted him to see it revealed slowly as I pulled the waistband over my hips and down. Bending at the waist I pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles. 

"Don't ever show up here again with anything other than thong panties, unless it's no panties at all." 

And I knew I wouldn't as I stood up and turned to face him pulling my pantie front down to reveal my trimmed bush. 

"And that needs shaving every day"

And again I knew that I would shave myself everyday for him. It was only another minute before I was dancing naked before him still completely mesmerized by his cock.

"Let's see," he mused, "where did we leave off? Oh yeah. You were on your knees licking my cock. If you want it so bad, get over here and get it."

I danced over and dropped to my knees between his spread legs. He removed his hand and I quickly wrapped both my little hands around his cock and started slowly stroking up and down. He smiled when I added the little twisting motion. 

"That's it Pam. Now get it in your mouth."

This was it. The real thing. Not some cold latex phallus, but a hot, hard cock pulsing with life. I didn't even think, I simply opened my mouth and sucked him in. It was hot steel silk in my mouth. I swirled my tongue under the head and sucked until my cheeks caved in and caressed the sides of his cock. Almost immediately Randy's hand was on the back of my head pushing me further down. I gagged and pushed back. 

"That's it baby. Gag on my cock." He growled, and pushed me back down to gag again.

Three times. Four times. Then I started to get used to it. I was able to take him to the back of my tongue without gagging. Randy let go of my head and I worked him deeply into my mouth. I moved my left hand down and gently pulled on his balls, causing him to moan loudly. Suddenly, his muscles stiffened, he arched his back and flooded my mouth with his pungent sperm. The memory of this taste had pushed me over the edge to my first female orgasm, but I had only gotten a taste then. This time I swallowed it down like my favorite shooter. As his second spurt erupted into my mouth, I orgasmed too. 

I continued to suck and lick for a minute longer until I was sure I had extracted every drop and Randy's cock had softened. 

I sat on my haunches licking the last of his seed from my lips and swallowing it down as he stared at me.

"Pretty good for a first attempt." He sneered "But you're gonna have to get a LOT more practice."

I was hurt. I had stripped for him and blown him. He had cum quickly and his response was "pretty good" The arrogant prick! But I was horny beyond reason and I needed to be fucked, so I swallowed my pride and simply said "Thanks"

"Get up here on the couch, lean back and pull your knees up to your shoulders, I'm gonna get you ready for my cock."

I did as instructed and Randy knelt between my spread legs and attacked me with his mouth. He licked me from bottom to top, pulled on my labia with his lips, flicked my clit with his tongue, then started it all over again. There was a river of juices flowing from my slit. He dipped his middle finger in my cunt and twisted it around until it was coated with my lube, and then he slowly traced a line down to my asshole and pressed. I started to tense up to say no, but then he sucked my clit and started humming loudly. I hardly felt his finger enter me. Very soon I was on the verge of orgasm when he pulled out his finger and stopped. 

I couldn't believe it. I was almost there and now nothing? I looked down at him in shock.

"Beg for it." was all he said

I begged for it. I pleaded with him to push his cock into me. I cried for him to fuck me. He slowly lifted his body up between my legs and positioned his hot hard cock at my entrance. He pushed in about an inch and then pulled back out to the entrance. I begged him again, and he slid his cock all the way home. So this was it. I was finally getting fucked. Randy was not as big as the vibrator, but I could still feel every bump and vein as he stroked vigorously in and out. It only took a few strokes until I started to orgasm and as he continued to fuck me, waves of pleasure rolled over my body. I must have orgasmed for 5 minutes straight, and almost passed out from pleasure when I felt the strong jet of cum hit the top of my pussy as Randy finally grunted out his orgasm. 

We were both covered in sweat and I was completely satiated when Randy rolled off to my side. 

"Well babe." He sneered. "Next time I'm gonna tap that tight little ass for you."

It was then that it hit me. Randy was a total pig. He had always been a total pig and there was absolutely no reason for me ever to contact him again.

"There won't be a next time" I huffed. "Don't expect to ever see me again."

Now it was his turn to beg. Apparently I had not been that mediocre after all. But as I dressed and left I was thinking that I enjoyed the sex, just not the guy. 

"I wonder if I can find that cute paramedic. He was so kind to me and I bet he has a nice cock too." OH MY.