============================== HEY! What you're about to read could be charitably categorized as 'smut'. If you are under the age where you should be exposed to words like "exposed" or "boobies (tee hee)", then quick, run away! .. wait, come back and close the file. NOW RUN AWAY AGAIN! This is my first story in the genre, and I like to think it's a reasonable effort, especially for being self-edited. Mostly I wrote it as a way of starting to get fantasies out of my head by making them external, but that didn't pan out. Hopefully the prose below is at least readable, at best fap-worthy, and at any rate, a way for you to kill some time. At the risk of letting too much out of the bag too early, I actually did try to structure this as a 3-act story with traditional drama/questions/resolutions, though some of that ended up changing as it went from outline to paragraphs. Also, I took a break partway through after writing a scene that made me particularly angry, and you'll probably be able to tell exactly where, because the writing style changes somewhat. Sorry :P At least after that point, the characters tend to shut up a bit and get down to "Moar sex!" That's good, right? *cough* While I'm originally uploading this story only to overflowingbra.com, you are free to repost it wherever you like, as long as you keep everything in this file unchanged, including this disclaimer and message from the author at the top, and my footnote at the bottom (which you should totally NOT read right now because OMGZ SPOILERS, but it does have my email address should you choose to send feedback. You could also post feedback on the overflowingbra.com forums and I will *probably* see it there, though no guarantees). ============================== =============== Anticipation By Kelly White =============== You wouldn't think it to look at either of us, but ask Angel and she'll tell you I've been a breast man forever. Love 'em big, round and soft. However, I also love her, a lot, and the fact that she's nearly flat isn't something that is ever going to interfere with our relationship. Why mess up a good thing? We're perfect for each other. Love the same entertainment, similar senses of humor, and most importantly, also each happy to spend time apart now and then. Every other woman has always been too clingy, which as a rather introverted individual, I found to be draining. Angel, being a therapist, had figured out how to deal with people like me long before we met, and actually being a bit introverted herself, it isn't even out of her way. So I've finally found the one woman who can put up with all my crap, loves to hang out with me (but doesn't insist on it 24x7), and is cute as hell. I wouldn't even think of asking her to get implants; they'd probaby be a nuisance when we go rock climbing, let alone jogging. Might look awesome while skiing, though... mmm, ski bunny... (lest you get the wrong idea and think that we're sociable: we do most of these activities with each other, and no on else. Or just each by ourselves. Oh, people you meet on the trail are one thing, but who wants to go through the hassle of coordinating a group outing?) No, she's happy with how she is, and so am I. Well, I kept telling myself that for a long time, anyway. Truth is, I did wish that the pages of my life contained more breasts. Not a wish in the sense of "Oh hey, a genie, let me make a wish that can be strangely subverted (and let's face it, the way I worded that just now has subversion written all over it) but somehow the story all works out in the end or at least everyone learns a valuable lesson", but just a general want. I no longer wish for that, and in fact, as heretical as this sounds to my ears, my life really has enough breasts in it. Why, you ask? Let me tell you about our last vacation... --- === THURSDAY === It started all wrong. Well, scratch that. It started great, but all went wrong so quickly! As usual, I prepared carefully for the trip from San Francisco to Whistler. Skis were packed first, freshly waxed. Skiboots, winter jacket, long johns, gloves, scarf, toque, goggles. All of my regular clothes were in the laundry (yes, all - I own 2 pairs of jeans, and one week's worth of socks, underwear and shirts) so that they'd be clean for the trip, so I loafed around the house in a bathrobe while finishing up packing. Laptop? Book to read? The good white cocoa? Hmm... tough call. On the one hand, hotel cocoa isn't usually up to my own standards, and Angel is a chocolate snob compared to me, but on the other hand, would airport security look kindly on a kilo of white chocolate powder? Not sure. Best to leave it. I would make up for it by picking up a bottle of Crown Royal after we landed, we'd both enjoy that later. I put the steak knives into the carry-on bag and... wait, shit. Why was I even holding those? Steak knives went back on the counter, shaving kit went into the carry-on. Ok. I picked up the cat to enjoy the purrball while pondering my next task. WHAM! The front door slammed open, startling me and causing Mr. Spot to leap out of my arms in a flash, leaving some rather unfortunate red lines down my exposed forearms. Note to self: consider getting a long-sleeved bathrobe. "Sorry!" floated up the stairs, followed closely by "... stupid wind...," and then Angel was there, beaming her amazing smile, leaping into my arms and planting a big wet one on me, only marginally spoiled by a bit of her long red hair ending up in the middle of the kiss. I returned the favor while taking a moment to squeeze her fant-ass-tic (sorry, won't write that again ;) ) behind. "Mmmm. Glad you're here. The cat needs PTSD therapy. Of course, there is the question of cause and effect to consider, there." I showed her the scratches with my best 'poor me' face. "Har har. The Spot-inator is made of tougher stuff than you think. Maybe he and I coordinated the door and the scratches just to see how YOU'd react, eh? He's fine. You need iodine. Scoot." "Yes'm." Off I went to the bathroom to tend to my wounds. "Hope you're all packed," I called, "Laundry's done in 5, we're in the car in 10!" "Yup, just grabbing my bags now. Bring on the traditional pre-flight Starbucks! Because nothing makes a flight more fun than having to convert coffee into pee at 35,000 feet." Just as I finished disinfecting, a faint smell of smoke wafted down the hallway. I walked ahead, expecting to see a stove burner on, and instead saw the smoke, and the tiniest bit of orange flame coming out of the laundry room just past the kitchen. "SHIT! FIRE!" I yelled, racing for the garage and the fire extinguisher we kept there. Please let it be working! Rushing back to the laundry room, fiddling with the handle on the extinguisher, horrific images danced through my head of the carnage that was our house about to burn down. I threw open the dryer door, and started spraying white... stuff... (not that white stuff... what DO they put in fire extinguishers, anyway?) everywhere in, around, and behind the dryer while Angel turned off the electrical breakers. By the bit of light coming in the window, I was still able to see that the fire appeared to have just started in the bottom of the vent, right where it joined the dryer, and was mostly out now. I emptied the last of the extinguisher up the vent. Angel, ever the one to calm me down when I needed it, realized the situation wasn't as bad as it looked and piped up with "Looks like vacation is still on, but, well... about those clothes you were planning to wear *ever again*...?" "Crap." "Don't worry, babe. I've probably got a pair of sweats in my suitcase that will fit you, and when we get to Whistler we can go shopping for you! It'll be fun!" She was obviously working to put a good spin on this, which I appreciated immensely. After all, I was already upset at plans going awry, no sense both of us being upset at once. "Besides, you needed a wardrobe expansion anyway. As long as I've known you, it's been black jeans and solid colored t-shirts. Time for some variety." "Hey, I like those. It makes choosing what to wear in the morning really simple. What if I can't find another shirt in my favorite shade of red at Whistler?" "Then you'll wear a different color, and you can feel safe beaming down with the bridge officers." She smirked. "Alright, you win. Let me just call Sarah to see if she doesn't mind dealing with the aftermath of her dumbass neighbor who never scheduled that dryer vent cleaning, and maybe we can get this show on the road." --- A couple of hours later, we were standing in the security checkpoint line at the airport. I was wearing a pair of pink sweatpants that mercifully had no lettering across the ass and a baggy sweater which was making my scratched arms itch like mad, with no socks or underwear. Luckily, at 5'10", I was only a few inches taller than Angel and most of that is upper body. The sweats were still baggy on my hips and not quite down to my ankles, though, so I felt rather foolish. We'd had to skip our traditional pre-flight coffee, which was even more upsetting, but not nearly so upsetting as missing our flight would have been. Just as we got near the front of the line and were putting our carry-on bags on the conveyor, the guard up ahead looked up and informed us that their new full-body-scanner had just gone on the fritz again, and we'd have to go for the full molestation by an agent... ok, that was not the word he used. But it is what he meant. "Ugh," Angel muttered, "Not that I'm a fan of the scanners, but being groped is even worse. Tell me again why we aren't driving?" "Because we'd rather spend more time skiing than traveling. Hey, groping could be fun. Pretend it's me doing it." It was interesting to be the one having to reassure her rather than the reverse, but I didn't seem to be very good at it. "Trust me, Vinnie, those hands will never pass for yours..." she pointed up ahead at the gnarled old woman in uniform waiting by the curtain. How she was still alive at all, let alone gainfully employed and standing without assistance, was beyond me. I blamed witchcraft. Her hands were so bent that I swear she must have had at least one extra joint per finger, if not more. I think she even had a wart on her nose. "Point. Catch you on the flip side." We went ahead, each off behind a 'privacy screen' that wasn't really up to the task as far as I was concerned. My Personal Molestation Agent (PMA) startled me at first, because I thought they always assigned same-gendered screeners (which is itself a strange bias, just ask your gay friends), but then I realized they actually had. Maybe. I couldn't really tell. The androgynous looking agent with the nametag that said "Kelly" greeted me in a pleasant alto voice and told me to raise my arms, then proceeded to touch me in ways I cannot fully describe without showing you on the doll. The highlight (or lowlight) of the experience was when he (let's just assume it was a he) grabbed my balls and I distinctly heard him (?) say, with a strange reverberating vocal tone that I have never heard anyone use before, "Nice cock. You'll do fine." I even felt a bit of a tingle. Mortified, I looked down and saw a giant tentpole in my sweats, which I immediately adjusted as Kelly stood up and told me I was clear to proceed. Hopefully it would go away without any particular embarrassing incidents (well, no more than had just happened), but I pulled the itchy sweater down as far as I could anyway to try to cover it up. Damn, but that itched all over, now. Maybe I was discovering a wool allergy or something, because my cat-scratched arms were still driving me crazy and my chest was suddenly even worse. I tried to subtly scratch the various itches without looking like I had fleas while I waited for Angel to clear the checkpoint. As she joined me and we retrieved our bags from the x-ray machine, I must have said "Kelly was a little too personal. How was yours?" a bit loudly, because the man behind me said "It's Kevin. Geez, why do people keep messing that up?" I turned, a bit startled at the baritone voice, and saw only a short, fat man with a full beard and graying hair. He was standing where I had just come from, and there was no sign of "Kelly". "Um. Sorry.. uh.. Kevin. Pleasure doing business with you." "I assure you, the pleasure was all mine." He smirked and turned back to tell the next person to raise their arms. Angel looked at me sideways. "What was that all about? Should I be jealous? My screener didn't give me the 'happy ending' - heck, she looked disappointed that I don't have enough cleavage to pretend to ogle. I think she gets off on making people uncomfortable. Did that Kevin guy do anything weirder than being felt up by an octogenarian lesbian?" Surely my brain was playing tricks on me. I was just stressed about the dryer, or tired due to lack of coffee, or something. Figured I'd sleep on it, and then tell her tomorrow if it still seemed weird. "Nah. 'Kevin' just did his job, I guess." I really was guessing. At least my tentpole was in no danger of returning, and the itching had subsided to just the cat scratches. "C'mon, let's get up to the boarding area. Maybe we still have time to get some overpriced airport coffee." --- Since waking up, I'd had breakfast, arranged with Sarah to look after Mr. Spot, cleaned the house, had lunch, packed, burned my dryer and all of my clothing, panicked, calmed down, driven an hour to the airport, missed my coffee, hallucinated while being groped by a wacko, spent 4 hours in airports and planes to take a 2 hour flight, rented a car, had supper in Vancouver, apologized for not bringing the chocolate, bought some Crown Royal, spent another couple hours driving up to Whistler, and finally we'd arrived at our hotel. I was tired as hell. Angel was bleary eyed. Even though it really wasn't THAT late by the time we entered our room on the 3rd floor, we both barely managed to take our boots off while flopping down on the bed, though we did manage to kick our clothes out from under the covers before falling asleep. --- === FRIDAY === One of my favorite things about Angel is that somehow, she manages to snuggle up in bed without either of us having to deal with that awkward "dead arm" position. Where does the bottom arm go? I can't even say how she does it. I just love it. We woke up spooning, my morning wood pressed tight between our naked bodies. Today was already shaping up to be better than yesterday. Of course, a quick glance at the time told us that we'd want to get out on the slopes as soon as possible; we could always fool around when it was dark outside, but "make hay while the sun shines" as the old saying goes. I guess it applies to skiing, too, but apparently not to sex. At least not when there is skiing to be done. We hopped up and I pulled on those pink sweatpants, my chest itching in advance of pulling on that awful sweater again. It must have known what was coming. "Hey, first stop, I need to find the nearest place to get some jeans and a shirt. This sweater is the devil, and the devil is itchy." "No worries, I think I saw place across the street where we can get you set up for today. It won't take but a minute. Tonight after supper, we're going shopping for your full clothing set, though!" "Bleh. I bet all they have here are stripes." I grimaced in anticipation. "Or maybe polka dots! Wouldn't that be great?" She had that 'oh it is so fun to tweak your brain' expression on her face, and it was adorable. I sighed and pulled on my winter jacket, then reached into the left chest pocket to get my ski pass out. I had a bit of trouble; the jacket had always been tight but I must have put on weight since last ski season (all muscle, right? ...right). Oh well. It had happened before, I'd burn it off again this season, as usual. We headed out through the hall, to the stairs, the lobby, the street, the slopes and the beautiful day of powder and sun. --- "...favorite part was when you managed to spin 180 degrees too far off that jump, land backwards while losing only one ski, and teeter like a cartoon character on one leg for a full 10 seconds before falling down!" Angel laughed as she sipped her drink. "Oh yeah? Well.. umm... darn, I'd mock your accident of the day, but I don't think you had one. Keep on kicking ass, I guess!" I emptied my white russian and waved for another round from the waitress. We were over in a corner booth with high dividers (to take best advantage of the fireplace positioning), so it took a couple tries to get her attention. It has often been my observation that waitresses, more than most other professions, underuse buttons (especially the top ones) on their shirts. This one was no exception, and I'm ok with that! Her rack was truly stunning, and she no doubt deserved all the extra tips it earned her for sharing it with the world. I leered subtly, but I did leer, and Angel noticed. She was also ok with it, because she knew that leering was as far as it went with other women, and she was going to reap the benefits of my arousal later, as soon as we got back to our room. The slight tightening in my new jeans actually brought to mind the experience with 'Kelly' which I had yet to tell her about. I didn't see anyone else near our corner of the room after the waitress headed back to the bar, so this seemed as good a time as any. Briefly, I related the incident as I remembered it. "Wait. What?" It wasn't Angel who said it - apparently I'd been wrong about us being alone in this corner. A big guy with a goatee stuck his head around the booth divider and said "No way. Did you fly from San Francisco? I went through there this morning, and I had the same damn thing happen to me. Right down to 'Kelly' ending up being some guy named Kevin. I thought I was losing it!" "Huh," came a woman's voice from his booth, "Serial gropers I expect in the TSA, but hypnotism and hallucination induction seems a bit off. What are they trying to pull?" "Maybe they're branching out," Angel called out over the booth divider. "Diversity is the key to a healthy workplace, you know. Heck, based on my groper, they've got a Witch Quota to fill. You two want to join us? The fireplace over here is nice and toasty!" Angel motioned for them to come over, then scooted around to my side of the table. They brought their drinks with them, and we all scrunched together so there would be enough room. Squished in between the other woman and Angel, my pants felt ever tighter - and wouldn't you know it, despite having ditched that awful sweater at the store this morning, my chest was itching again. Can't win! "Doesn't really seem like there was time for them to have hypnotized us. Maybe they just like to play pranks, and swap people out from behind another curtain when nobody is looking." I said. "Maybe," the guy said, but he didn't sound too sure. Neither was I. It was the best explanation we had, though. "By the way, my name's Jag." He reached out to shake hands, but oddly not to either of us - he first shook the hand of the woman who had been in his booth. She was fairly tall, with an hourglassish figure and long, dark hair above a tanned face. Her accent was slightly British, but faint. "Charmed. I'm Mira," she said, glancing up at Angel and I, "That probably seemed weird, but 'Jag' and I just met in the hotel lobby a few minutes ago. First good thing that's happened on this trip!" "Fair enough. I'm Vincent." "Angel. So Jag, were your parents car fanatics or zookeepers?" "Neither, but all my friends in high school stuck me with the name because I kept posters of the cars plastered all over my locker. They knew I'd never afford one, and liked to rub it in." "You seem to have embraced the madness, though..." said Mira. "Damn straight! And I can't wait to go back to a school reunion someday and let them suck on the fact that I made a mint off of patenting a new gumball flavor! Sure, it's not like I can retire off of it, but it did manage to pay for this vacation and get me a sweet ride." He gazed at Mira meaningfully, then turned back to me and said, "Oh, and a car too. XJS. Waiting back home." Mira mock-glared at him through hooded eyes. "Normally that kind of comment would be a real put-off, but at the moment, I'm just going to say that my mind control rays must be working on you. Let's go find out." She said to Angel and I, "See you both tomorrow, maybe?" "Sure, we'll probably be here after another day on the slopes. This fireplace is where it's at!" --- Once we finished our drinks and had left a nice tip for the buxom waitress (who's nametag, I noted wryly, also read "Kelly"), we headed for the elevator. While we're both normally "stairs people", elevators are a fun place to make out, and we were both buzzed and horny. I was probably the only itchy one, though. By the time we'd gotten to our room both of our shirts were off and hanging from our waistbands and we each had at least one hand inside the other's pants. We managed to get the door closed before dropping Angel's sports bra, followed closely by said pants. Embracing tightly, we fell back onto the bed. Helping each other kick off our underwear, while rolling around on top of the bed, Angel sudddenly got a quizzical expression. "Huh," she said. "Eh? What's the matter?" "I guess nothing. It just seems like your pecs are bigger than they were this morning. That can't be, though." I looked down at my chest, smooshed up against her not-quite-a-rack. "You know, I think you're right. That does seem different. It's been itching off and on for the entire trip, too, though thankfully it stopped a couple minutes ago. It's probably just swollen from scratching. I blame that frakking sweater of yours." "That must be it. Seems reddish, anyway. Good thing you've stopped wearing that sweater or you might have ended up with bigger tits than your girlfriend!" She laughed, and slid up my body until her nipples were in front of my face. Small breasts she might have, but her nipples are amazing, especially when they're 'at attention' as they were just then; over half an inch long, sensitive, and begging to be toyed with. I sucked one into my mouth and started rolling it between my tongue and teeth, eliciting a moan from above. My left hand gently worked her clit, noting that she was already very wet. Apparently I wasn't the only one who'd been aroused throughout supper. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her down so we were face to face, guiding her pussy onto my throbbing cock, while kissing up her neck and nibbling her ear. She rolled us over onto her back and grabbed my ass with one hand, while running the fingernails of the other up my spine. --- For some people, sex is a routine. A fun routine, but one in which the steps are generally the same. I've been in relationships like that; whether it's that I didn't inspire my partner, or she didn't inspire me, they just eventually got boring in the bedroom. For Angel and I, sex was an impromptu theater sport. There was always someplace new to be touched, or a different combination of sensations to experience. We lost ourselves in the ever-changing dance. --- This time, she was the first to reach orgasm, and changed things up once she had. Rolling around to straddle me, she slowly ran her fingers through my chest hair and tweaked my nipples. It felt great, even better than ever before. I brought her in for some deep kissing as she continued to grind against my pelvis. It wasn't long before I followed her into orgasm, and we both collapsed for a breather. I lay there as the little spoon to her big spoon, enjoying the feel of her top hand running up and down my front, from lips to cock. I reached back and squeezed her ass, then teased the fine hairs along her hips. "I think I'm ready for round 2," she said as her hand reached my still-soft cock, "though it seems you need some motivation." "Angel, you are plenty motivating, but I'm only mortal!" "Hush, you. Unless you're trying to convince me *not* to give you a show..." "Far be it from me... Carry on, citizen!" "That's better. Fix the lights and pour the drinks, would you? I'm going to go put on something to take off." She threw a steamy glance over her shoulder as she turned the corner into the bathroom. I poured two tumblers of Crown, neat, and fiddled with the switches until we had only dim lighting. By the time I'd finished, Angel had returned wearing a semi-translucent top over a push-up bra that almost managed to create cleavage and some panties that accentuated her already amazing hips. I felt myself stirring back to readiness as she took one tumbler from me, linked her arm through mine, and we both tossed back our drinks in that way that looks cheesy and smooth but feels cheesy and awkward. Then she roughly shoved me back onto the bed, hit the 'play' button on the stereo, and started sensually dancing to what was probably a porno soundtrack. Whatever it was, the whole ensemble was working for me. Within 30 seconds I was rock hard and ready. I was once again itchy as hell, too, and after a couple minutes I couldn't stand it anymore, so I reached up to scratch as Angel slowly undulated in front of me. The movement in front of my chest caught her eye, and she suddenly stopped dancing and said "Woa! Vinnie, is that an allergic reaction?" Looking at my chest, I saw what she was thinking. My pecs had gone extra red and puffy, especially around my nipples. It was very noticably different than it had been during sex earlier, and it almost looked like I had sprouted tiny red breasts, albeit hairy ones. As I watched, I thought I could .. no, I *definitely* could see my aereolae visibly swelling. "What the..." Suddenly they both puffed out into two inch red hemispheres, which hurt like hell and I grunted a bit (though I was screaming inside), then they relaxed and returned to looking like normal nipples... except not normal for me. Normal for *her*. In fact, they looked even bigger than hers ever had been, both in length and in diameter. The only 'strange' thing about it was that they didn't actually feel strange. They felt.. right. The itching had completely stopped and there was only an anticipatory tingling. "That's... wow. How drunk are we?" she asked as she crawled up to straddle me again, ignoring my rapidly softening cock under her as her hands felt around my chest. "Your chest doesn't feel solid anymore. It doesn't even feel like fat tissue. To be honest, it feels kind of like a low pressure water balloon." She put pressure on first one spot, then another, then finally flicked my left nipple. "Eee!" I squealed like a little girl, at least to my own ears. "That was the strangest thing I've ever felt! And given what happened a minute ago, that's really saying something. It was like some strange combination of a french kiss and a blowjob, centered on that nip..." I cut off as I looked down at it, and saw a few drops of white fluid dribbling down through my chest hair. Angel followed my gaze, and impulsively bent down and licked me clean. "I think I've worn enough puzzled expressions today, otherwise I'd have another now," she said, "because I swear to God that tasted like Crown. Hmm, I wonder..." She reached for the same nipple again, swirling it about with her tongue and making my back arch in pleasure. My eyeline moved ceilingwards, and I noticed that there was a picture hanging above the T.V., containing a short and bosomy blonde skiier clad in a Swedish-flag bikini. Strange place for it! Also, strange time to notice. Angel latched on to my nipple and sucked for a moment, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me as I felt a warm tingling coinciding with some fluid being drawn out. She pulled back her head, still applying suction until my nipple popped free as she sat up, swallowed the small amount of liquid in her mouth, reached for her empty tumbler, then tasted the few drops that remained in it. "To compare", she said, "and it's definitely Crown Royal. Well, I suppose there are worse things that could happen. Does this mean we have free drinks forever, or do we have to pay duty on you to get you across the border?" "Shouldn't we be freaking out right now? Seriously, I just grew nipples bigger than yours, and I'm apparently lactating.. wait, lactating implies lactate, a.k.a. milk. I'm apparently alcoholating! Or at least milk-that-tastes-like-alcoholating! What the friggin' crap!" I was probably going to start hyperventilating any moment. "Well, the way I figure it, we had quite a few rounds down in the bar, and more since we got up here. We're either so drunk we're imagining this, or we're asleep and dreaming. Either way, it's kind of a pleasant dream, and you're cute when you're flustered, so why not just roll with it?" She started running her fingers in little circles around my nipples, which felt amazing, but wasn't calming me down as fast as necessary. As soon as I opened my mouth to argue a little, she flattened her body out on top of mine and drew me in to a long, air-supply-reducing kiss, after which I couldn't properly think of what I had been worked up about. Angel moaned and broke off the kiss. "That's strange," she said. "What now? Small purple elephants on the ceiling? At this point nothing would surprise me." I began to slide my hands over her hips while she talked, though whether to calm her or to calm myself was unclear. "No, it's just... suddenly I feel a warmth spreading out through my body. It's kind of like drinking hot chocolate, at first, except the last thing I drank was your own special blend of whiskey a minute ago, so it doesn't make sense. It's getting stronger, though." Looking at her, I noticed a few changes beginning to occur. "Well, one of us must be dreaming. I don't suppose that warmth just reached your scalp? Because you just turned blond, roots to tips." Her outer thighs started to feel very warm under my hands, and began to shift, as if she were moving to one side or the other, except in both directions at once. I felt her ass push down my body as if she were sliding away from my head, but she wasn't moving! She must have felt it too, because she reached behind her and gave herself a good squeeze. "That's new..." she trailed off as we both became enthralled by the continuing changes. In the space of a few more seconds, she'd become about six inches shorter, she'd gained just enough of a layer of fat to obscure her muscle tone slightly, her eyes had changed from green to blue, her face had changed completely with wider eyes, a sharper nose, and thinner lips. Her skin had gone from her normal pale white with freckles to an even toned tan. Strangely, it included bikini tan lines, though her breasts seemed to be the one thing about her that hadn't really changed at all; I couldn't imagine her wearing a bikini any more in this shape than before. She let out a breath and stared down at her hands incredulously. For a moment I wondered what was different about them, but then I noticed that the small scar on the back of her wrist was gone! My brain tickled with familiarity. She looked exactly like someone else I had seen very recently, but I couldn't think of who. "That felt wonderful! I'm... " she trailed off, noticing her voice. Not only had it changed in pitch, she'd picked up a bit of an accent, too. "I'm... apparently Swedish. How's it sound? Sexy enough for you?" Suddenly I knew who she reminded me of. Wordlessly, I pointed over her shoulder at the picture hanging high on the wall. She looked at my face, then turned and looked at the picture. She slid off the bed and stood facing the picture, examining it in detail while I examined her in detail. Her ass had always been great, but now it was just a bit fuller and curvier, and I couldn't look away! I was rock hard again, and feeling very warm, with my chest feeling even warmer than the rest of me. I had a feeling I knew where that was going, and sure enough, I could feel my chest filling with liquid again. "Well, now we know which of us is dreaming, and it's me," she said. "If this were your dream, you wouldn't have forgotten to change my tits! Though why I would dream myself to the body of a stereotypical Swede is beyond me. I'll have to ask myself when I wake up." I stood up behind her and pulled her back into me, reaching around her body and flicking a nipple with my right hand while my left found her pussy, which was very, very wet. "So long as you're the one dreaming, then I'm just along for the ride. Your new body seems to have some needs right now..." "Mmmm, yes, let's take it for a test drive!" She gyrated her ass against me and then paused, "That feeling is coming back. Like a warmth spreading through me. I wonder what I'm dreaming myself into now? Tell me what you see change!" She stepped away and put her hands over her head like a ballet dancer, then started turning slowly in a circle. "Looks like you are become pale again, with a more firmly sculpted ass and very fine muscle definition. Red hair, green eyes, freckles, a bit taller. Angel, you have turned into the most beautiful woman in the world!" "You could have just said I was back to normal, but I love that you're such a kiss-ass." "If you insist. Turn around again. Though I may be a smack-ass just to surprise you." "Hell with that. I'm enjoying this dream enough to want to see more." She turned her head to the side and reached in for my right nipple. "Let's see if your other side tastes any different!" "Ooohhhhh... it feels great when you do that," I got out as she teased and sucked on my nipple, "which is good because I'm starting to freak out again. Babe, I don't think we're asleep. Strange circumstances aside, this is far too coherent for any dream. We need to figure out what's going on!" After she'd gotten a couple good swallows, she came up for air. "You appear to have Crown on tap on both sides. Just FYI. I was rather hoping for something new, you know!" "Did you hear me?" "Yes, I'm just ignoring it. Lucid dreams happen. I think this is one of them." She looked deep into my eyes and settled down beside me, pulling me close. "So enjoy the moment." We stayed like that for another half a minute, then she gave a start. "Ooo! It's different this time. Not a spreading warmth, more like a massive headrush! My scalp is tingling, and it feels almost hard to breath!" I looked down at her chest and broke into wide smile as I saw her breasts beginning to shift. "Looks like this time you get a rack! ... wait... if this is your dream, that wouldn't be happening. See? This proves it! We. Are. Not. Dreaming." "You are correct," she said, sounding a bit cold. I hoped she wasn't too annoyed at this change, because from my perspective this looked fun. "Interesting. Please observe carefully." she said. "Wouldn't dream of missing this." I reached out and cupped one of her breasts with my hand, which was already easier to do than ever before since there was now enough breast to cup. I could feel her flesh stretching without ever getting tight, as new flesh kept growing in. Her nipples became stiff and her areolas turned a deep red. Using both hands, I pushed her breasts together to form her first-ever cleavage line! Letting go, I enjoyed watching them bounce back to hanging straight, the first time the words "bounce" and "hang" had probably ever been applied to her boobs, too. I smiled up at her and was shocked to see she had a rather neutral expression on her face. "I appear to have gained approximately two cup sizes. Looks about like a B, wouldn't you say? We should start taking notes." The tone that I had taken for cold now seemed very analytical. She wasn't annoyed, she was... studying. "Vinnie, stop staring at me and grab the pad from the nightstand. Make with the notes! Now, let's write down everything strange that's occured." She had switched to a vaguely lecturing tone, which made me feel like I was back in college as I started to jot down shorthand. "I think given the circumstances we can scope to sexually related items only, so we'll skip the dryer fire. First off, the TSA agents. You heard a strange voice as that Kelly grabbed your groin, right? What exactly did he say?" "Umm.. 'Nice cock, you'll do.', I think. Something like that. And then he (or she, I'm still not sure) was gone when I looked back. And that Kevin guy seemed to imply that he'd been the one to screen me." "Ok. What next? Nothing until tonight?" "Actually there was something... at the time I didn't really associate it, but looking back, that was when my chest started to feel funny. It was mostly an itching, and it came and went.. in fact.. I think it only itched when I had a solid erection." Apparently her calm, analytical manner was rubbing off on me. "But the first day we went skiing, we woke up with your morning wood jabbing me in the back, and I distinctly remember you not complaining about any itching until we got up. Did it itch before that?" "Hmm.. no." "Well, the itching seems clearly related to your nipple transformation and lactation... boozeation? whatever... and I think I see a trend. Can you think of any time when you felt that itch while I was touching you?" "Um. Nope." "Okay, so only when erect and no physical contact. Such as right now," she said, glancing down at both of our naked forms, seeing my hard cock pointing up at her boobs. "I can see why you're hard, though. Hell, I'm not sure why these aren't amusing me right now. I've wished for them often enough, and I know I didn't intend to just talk about them, yet that seems to be all I can do right now. Curious," she said. "Gah! So yes, no physical contact, such as right now! I can feel my chest filling up again; apparently the itching and the filling share the same trigger. If you don't mind, since you're not going to play with your new boobs, I'm going to, if only so I don't end up with bigger ones by the time we're done talking!" "Carry on, citizen! I apologize that I will not appear to enjoy it. It feels very nice, but for some reason I'm stuck in a forced calm." Her voice wasn't saying she enjoyed my caresses, but her breasts themselves were saying it with the way her nipples crinkled, and when I rested my head on her heart, I could hear it beating excitedly. "More strange things, then," I said, "The obvious Why Do I Have Female Nipples question, and what is up with the fluid? And the bodily transformations on your part? Do you think that's because of your witchy TSA agent, or some side effect of the fluid?" "Maybe the agent (and witchy is not a word, Vincent), or maybe both, but definitely at least the fluid. Both transformations were within a minute of suckling from you. Though each one was from a different breas..." "DON'T!" "What?" "Don't call them breasts out loud. Please. These wonderful things you have in my hands are breasts. What's happening to me is weird, but it's not this!" "I'm sorry, Vincent, but that's what they are. Call a spade a spade and move on." Wow, she was cold. Ouch. I sighed and dropped it, nodding at her to continue as I myself continued to massage her actual, real, literal breasts. "So the different transformations could have been caused by different sides, or perhaps some other factor. Hmm. Also, this one is lasting far longer than the last. Perhaps a correlation to how much of your fluid I swallowed? I need more empirical data. Hold still." And just like that she dipped in, took a tiny sip from my left 'breast' and stood back, watching the second hand of the clock. She started counting out loud at 55 seconds, and at 60 her voice wavered into a moan as her form changed slightly. This time it was very subtle, just a little bit of widening of her hips, a slight rounding of her ass, about an inch of length to her hair, and the scar on her hand disappeared again. Huh, I hadn't even noticed it was back until it just went away once more. "That wasn't much of a transformation, Angel, but with your new boobs, and the bonus curves, you are looking ever more stunning!" Her cheeks flushed a little at the compliment but her voice remained frosty. "Your left breast correlates strongly to full body changes, minus the boobs. Why so subtle this time? That was about the same amount of milk... sorry, fluid... as the first time and that change was dramatic, though short-lived." She scanned around the room, then looked at the bed. "You were laying there the first time... and I turned into the woman from that picture... did you look at the picture at any point?" "Now that you mention it, yeah, it was just as you first licked my nipple, it felt so good my back arched up. I remember thinking it was weird that I even noticed the picture at a time like that." "Ok! New test." She quickly flipped on the TV to a news show with a somewhat attractive looking female anchor, and put it on mute. "Stare at her." I did so, paying close attention to how the anchor's lips moved while adjusting my arms to keep stroking and squishing Angel's breasts as she ducked for my nipple again. She took a rather large swallow from the same one as before. "Now we'll see if I turn into her for a few minutes... at least she's not hideous! This shouldn't be too bad. Count it down with me ... that drink was long enough, I want to know whether the 60 seconds starts from the first taste, or the last drop." We waited and counted. It was hard for me in multiple ways. While I really did want to figure this all out, I also wanted to be enjoying the moment, and sharing that enjoyment with her! There was only so much I could revel in stroking her supple body with only cold logic for replies. I tried to tell myself that she must be enjoying this inside, and it helped a bit. The 60 seconds were up exactly from when she had released my nipple. The changes were much as before; with a bit longer hair, all of her remaining skin blemishes completely disappeared, her hips and ass rounded a bit, and this time even her one slightly crooked tooth straightened out. She looked radiant, and she smelled wonderful. She had even gained some height, being perhaps an inch taller than me, now. She looked nothing like the news anchor. "So much for that theory," I said. "Well, maybe. It's interesting that this time, we didn't wait for the previous change to wear off. So it appears to have enhanced the previous effect, no matter what was on your mind. I'm still me, only moreso. I think at this point we can safely say that your left side is for body changes, though. Let's try the right side again. Not too much, though. I don't want to be off balance up here." She smirked a little, letting me know that at least some emotion could get through that chilly facade. The brief touch of her lips to my skin brought me back to the moment, and my cock strained with desire. While we waited out the minute, I pulled her close and took advantage of our new relative heights to slip inside her while we stood there embracing. I could feel her pussy welcoming it's favorite playmate, though her face betrayed no emotion. She didn't pull away, though, and in fact seemed to be starting to warm up, when suddenly I felt her breasts swell between us. They pushed us apart a little, the shifting flesh feeling very pleasant to me. When she spoke, there was almost no inflection at all. "So. Right side is for breast growth. It makes sense that from a man such as yourself, that aspect would get it's very own special treatment." "I'm not so sure it's alone in that breast. Arg! I just called my own chest a 'breast'. Can't fight the madness... anyway, do you feel any different now?" "Physically, only the breast size seems to have changed. Mentally, I am experiencing great clarity of thought but nothing too unusual. Do you suspect the fluid is affecting my brain? There was some scalp tingling during the expansion, both times, but no outward change to go along with it, so there is a basis for this claim." "That, and you're sounding like a robot. More of a robot now than you were a minute ago, too." "For what reason, though? Perhaps, like the bodily changes, it may be based upon what you are thinking at the moment of initial suckling? What was going through your mind before my initial breast growth and the inducement of my, shall we say, businesslike attitude?" Her attitude may be businesslike, but her insides certainly seemed to be enjoying the company! We shifted around a bit as we stood, changing positions and sensations, both enjoying the moment, even if only one of us could express it. "Well.. I remember thinking 'this is not a dream, we need to figure this out!'" "So you needed someone to logically analyze the situation... and I became that someone. Fascinating." She threw up the Vulcan salute without a hint of a grin, though I could feel her stomach tighten with laughter. That wasn't the only thing that tightened, and I hoped we'd get back to the sex Real Soon Now! "Were you thinking anything similar on the refresher sip just now?" "God, no. All that's on my mind now is how to get your brain back to normal before I give you the orgasm of your life, because it'll be a mood killer if the only sounds you make are 'Oh. Oh, oooh. Ahh. That was great. Thanks. Oooh. Oh baby.'" I pushed her back onto the bed, slipping out of her and laying down beside her. "So let's just hang for a bit until that wears off, shall we? Shouldn't be too long. Feels like an eternity of this logic crap already." "Oh. Oooh, ah. Alright." Good to see her humor had survived her brain solidification. She cuddled up to me and we started watching a movie on TV, but my brain was all on her body. I was enjoying her breasts so much that I completely forgot to freak out about my own. A few minutes into the movie, there was a shifting sensation as her non-breast enhancement wore off, and by the second commercial break, I felt her chest flatten out. It felt wrong, somehow, like she was losing something that should be part of her. We looked at each other, I raised an eyebrow, and in response she put on a very sensual smile and reached under the blankets to grab my cock. "Feel up to one more experiment?" I asked. "Let's see if we can do better than cold logic this time... It'll be a surprise, but I promise you'll like it." She ran her hands down my chest, feeling the fluid inside. It had been mostly going down during our talk since I had realized that physical contact kept me from producing any. There was still a fair bit left, though. She ran her lips down my neck, slowly kissing her way towards my right breast, then swirled her tongue around the nipple and began to suck. It wasn't hard for me to keep my mind on how horny I was and how much we'd really both rather be screwing than talking... Both sides of my chest tingled and depleted evenly (yay, magic?) as she drank me dry, which turned out to be a few swallows. Based on what had happened so far, I estimated that would probably give us 20 or 30 minutes. Even with no more milk, she kept sucking and playing until the transformation started, then she gasped a little and continued as her chest expanded. I felt her breasts reach down and touch my belly even as I saw her back arching upwards slightly, and I knew this was going to be the best yet. She slowly slid down my torso until her soft flesh encompassed my cock, then began to shift around. I played with her hair as she gave her first ever titty fuck, and before she could bring me over the edge, I rolled her over and went down on her. Looking up toward her face while I got busy with my tongue, I enjoyed the view between her breasts... or more accurately, I enjoyed how her breasts obscured the view. I intended to make this last as long as the transformation so as to fully enjoy it, so when she started tensing towards her own orgasm, we changed positions again and she sat on my lap, back towards me, pulling my hands around to fondle her moderate bosom as our hips gyrated. After almost half an hour of bliss and some positions we had never tried before, I started to cum, and she said the first words either of us had spoken since her last drink, which were to exclaim that the tingles were back in her scalp and chest. She did it in a moan that sounded so sexy, we both pulled ourselves close together, tensed, and enjoyed a simultaneous orgasm that lasted a good long while. Basking in the afterglow, we rolled apart and her breasts flopped down on my arm. Flopped. Hmm? "Thought you said you felt it wearing off?" With a huge smile on her face, she said "I did. Then you shot your load into me, and the feeling changed to be focused down there, then spread out to a full body tingle, and my body didn't change. Neither did my mind, incidentally, and whatever you made this one do, I'm horny as hell. Hope you're up for round 3, because I get the feeling neither of us will be sleeping for a while." "A while? So you think it will still wear off eventually? Maybe the cum made it permanent..." "Then that'd make life awkward. Now shut up." She roughly grabbed me and thrust her tongue into my mouth, and we embarked upon three solid hours of sex. It honestly was beyond the limits for me, and I had to resort to hands, oral and toys, but eventually she went through a final orgasmic shudder, then fell back, and in the space of a few seconds, her breasts had shrunk to her normal 'barely-there' size, and she breathed a huge sigh. "Whew. I have never been that hot and bothered for that long in my life. Not that I'm complaining, but let's just say I'm glad for lubrication right now. Also, so very tired! That much sex is exhausting!" "Clearly, we both need more practice then. Practice builds endurance!" "Clearly." --- === SATURDAY === When we awoke in morning, sun streaming on our faces, everything seemed so normal that it took a moment to remember the previous night. It became very crystal clear as soon as Angel rubbed my chest though -- I still had female nipples, and they quite enjoyed the rubbing. Angel teased them up, making me massively aroused, then she suddenly got out of bed saying "Keep that cock ready, I'll be back for it in a moment." "Eh?" I raised my eyebrow as I started to feel the tell-tale sensation of my chest filling with liquid. "Well hurry, I don't want to end up too off balance to ski!" She ended up spending 15 minutes in the bathroom, all the while making sexy noises and describing in intimate detail all the things she was about to do to me. I couldn't make that erection go away if I tried, so I sat there and watched as my chest expanded more and more. By the time she came out, I had a larger chest relative to my body than she did relative to hers. Significantly so. Frankly, I had a hairy rack with amazing nipples standing out proudly. She looked at me and smiled. "So this was intentional, then..." I accused. "Damn straight! I want to try a practical use for this. If you're feeling like you can control yourself briefly before I do everything I've been telling you through the door, I promise you'll be back to normal. Would you please do me a favor and concentrate on how much you need an amazingly skilled ski instructor today? Oh, and drink this." The room service folks had left a tray by the door; she handed me a cup of coffee from it. I nodded, and she wrapped her arms around me, held me close, and went in for a very long drink from my right nipple. The sensation of the liquid exiting me and the skin contracting as my chest shrank was exquisite, and I lost myself in it until she looked up. She'd taken about half of my chest size away, and now my breasts looked "merely" about the same as hers. Next she requested that I close my eyes and think only of her, in particular her athleticism, and perhaps a slightly idealized version of her, while she drained me dry through my left nipple. "Mmm. Strangest way to drink morning coffee that I have ever seen, and a lot of it. I am going to be wired if it does more than just taste like coffee..eeeeeEEE!" she exclaimed as the transformation started to take hold of her. First her breasts swelled up significantly, up to at least an excessively oversized handful, then she gave them a little shake and giggled. Next, her hair became slightly longer and, suprisingly (to her at least), bright pink from root to tip. What can I say, I was feeling silly. I'd kept the rest in check though, and while she gained muscle tone and her complexion became smooth as alabaster, she was still basically herself. I mean, I wanted her clothes to fit after all. Without ever breaking physical contact with me, she guided us over to the bed and let her breasts make a very compelling case for staying in that bed today. She seemed a bit surprised at how much vaginal muscle control she now had, but hey, when I upgrade someone, I don't skimp! Plus, it was really for both of our benefits. As she squeezed and I buried my face in her tits, we embarked on another solid hour of lovemaking that left us both gasping. While Angel is often rather amorous in the morning, today she had an ulterior motive. As we got up to get dressed, she said "Hopefully with that much of your milk, and then that much of your cum, this will last all day. Prepare for the most extreme skiing we have ever done!" "What, so you're doing more than the blue runs today?" I teased her and got a pillow thrown at me for my trouble. It hit with a suprising smack, apparently that muscle tone wasn't just for show. "Shuttup and help me find more sweaters. Apparently my winter coat is too tight around the chest now, so I'll have to go with layers." --- We skied hard all day, and true to her word, Angel was in top form. Better than she'd ever been, really, and I was having a hard time keeping up, let alone being half as stylish on the jumps as her. Luckily I'd always been a fairly fast skier anyway, so it wasn't too bad. Sometimes I just had to stop and watch her do her spins and flips, and admire the grace of her enhanced form, and remember how amazing that grace was in bed this morning... Then I felt my chest start to tighten up, slapped myself, and watched some trees while skiing down to catch up with her and her amazing body with those luscious boobs that... DAMMIT! At this rate I was going to have to find a way to drain myself before the day was out. Maybe Angel would help, if she didn't mind bigger boobs and finding herself doing upside down 720s? ... or not. I didn't want her to actually get hurt, and her sweater was damn tight already. Mmm, sweater... DAMMIT! --- Around dusk, we packed it in for the day and headed for the lodge. Mira and Jag were already staring out the window by the fireplace when we arrived, so we started in their direction. As we approached we heard Jag saying "...breasts were amazing!" Naturally, this piqued my interest. "What's this about amazing breasts?" I asked as we sat down at the table. "Oh," Mira said, "Jag and I were... hmmm... how to say..." Jag interrupted with "You two probably already know. I'm fairly sure it's related to what happened with that Kelly person, but we have been having some of the kinkiest sex ever." "Ah," Angel said, "Yeah, we've been having some.. interesting.. experiences that seem to have stemmed from that airport encounter also. Not that I'm complaining." She flexed a bicep, but through her sweater nobody could really tell. They got the gist of the gesture, though, and Mira chimed in with "Hah! Yeah, I liked having a bit of muscle for once, too!" There was some rustling and shifting from their side of the table, then Mira said in what didn't quite sound like her normal voice "I bet you did." Jag blushed. Yep, he blushed. That entire exchange confused me, but I didn't have time to ponder as Angel suddenly leaned over and whispered in my ear "You, me, restroom. Now." A bit louder she said "Back in a minute guys," then suddenly she was dragging me by the sleeve across the lodge. She paused by the restroom doors, opened the ladies room and glanced inside. Nobody was there, so she pulled me into a stall at the far end. Hurriedly she said that she was feeling the transformations start to wear off, and needed a bit of milk to refresh them. As she undid my jacket and shirt, I started to tell her that it would probably take a minute for me to get hard and produce anything, but by that time she already had her lips on my left nipple and I realized it didn't matter; I'd produced more than I thought while watching her ski, and she didn't need much to refresh the duration anyway. As she suckled, I felt a shifting in her chest. Too soon for the enhancement to kick in. And she's on the left side anyway, that's body, not chest.... She moved her lips from one nipple to the other, gasping a couple quick breaths in the middle. As her lips touched my other nipple, her breasts rapidly returned to their original size. Mmmm, breasts. I bet Mira would be stunning with a couple extra cup sizes on her, too. It would be great if Angel thought so, too! Maybe we could expand the player base in this game.... I was getting hard just thinking about it, but if ever there was a time that this was ok, it was now. She took a sip, then broke off just long enough to say "Damn, too late, they're back to normal. I better drink up to get back to how I looked when we left the table," and then she was caressing my chest with her hands while softly yet firmly suckling. She didn't quite drain me dry, but close. As she lifted off my chest, I felt it start to fill again -- apparently the layers of clothing separating our bodies were enough; without skin contact, my erection was having it's effect. It was starting to occur faster now, I thought, with the filling happening quite quickly as soon as I got hard. There was already a significant amount of milk in what were once again my 'faux-tits'. She noticed and glanced at me, saying, "Well, we need to wait a minute for my boobs to grow back anyway. We could stay longer and I could help you with that...?" Without waiting for an answer, she dove her left hand down my waistband and started to gently fondle my balls, as she turned her face up towards mine to engage in some tongue kissing. With her other hand, she started to undo my pants in preparation for what I assumed would be a fantastic blowjob while her boobs grew in, which I could feel start to happen as she slid her face down my body towards my cock. She changed course suddenly, and took a long draw from my left nipple. It felt great, but I worried about her ass bursting out of her pants if her transformation got any stronger. She was already so beautiful she didn't really need enhancements, anyway. "Hey, babe, are you sure you wannmmmadommmfff," my sentence was interrupted in the middle as she covered my mouth with hers and drew me in to a deep kiss. I felt her warm tongue.. wait, that wasn't her tongue. She had just blown all that milk into my mouth! What...? I started to panick about what wacky thing might happen next, but with her enhanced muscles she had no trouble holding me still and keeping her mouth over mine until I at last had to swallow. Only then did she slowly release me. "Holy crap! Angel, what was that all about? You're freaking me out, why would you do that without asking?" I felt like I was going to hyperventilate. Part of my brain was counting down the seconds since I'd swallowed. "Well, honestly this was probably your doing. I was minding my own business, looking forward to being a ski-pro again, when my breasts grew in and suddenly all I really wanted was to see what you'd look like with a nice rack like that Mira woman! Must have been whatever you were thinking while I was drinking in the first place." She casually took off her sweater while she talked, and stripped me of my jacket, dumping both on the floor of the stall. "... but... that wasn't the 'breast growth' side.. that was the..." I trailed off as the 60 second countdown in my head hit zero. Everything I had felt before, during this entire strange saga, paled in comparison to what happened next. Starting in my core, I felt a warm tingling expand out to encompass my entire body with that almost-but-not-quite-painful numbness that you get when you've lost circulation to your leg and it falls asleep. I had trouble standing up, staggered, and Angel pinned me between her body and the wall to support me. Her right hand had again found its way into my pants, and every moment of contact with my numb cock and balls was jolting me between agony and ecstasy. I felt myself sliding down the wall slightly, as if my legs were giving out, except they weren't. In fact, I could no longer feel weight on my toes-- it seemed that I was supported almost entirely by the pin of her now-ample bosom and the wall, and her knee pressed against the wall between my legs. My pants began to stretch tight around my widening hips, and my ass swelled up and pushed me away from the wall a little. It felt like her hand was doing something to my cock that she had never done before, some sensation I had never felt, and then I realized it was actually my cock shrinking while she grasped it. I couldn't see what was going on down there, but the entire time the base of her thumb remained on the tip of my penis as her fingers got closer to my balls, and then she curled her fingers a little and pushed inwards... meeting only minimal resistance as her middle and index fingers moved into my body. I shuddered in pleasure, and Angel's red hair fell into my face. I blew it away, then noticed with shock that her hair was still pink today! That was my red hair! I didn't have time to stare at it though, as Angel murmured something that sounded like "time to kiss the mirror" and then tilted her head downwards towards my gasping mouth as she let my feet touch the floor. She was continuing to move her fingers inside of me, which was both sensual and terrifying, and her thumb was making my cock go crazy. Only it wasn't really a cock, anymore, was it? I knew what had just happened, and now I also knew how wonderful a gentle clit massage felt. I really was starting to hyperventilate, and at the same time I could feel my body responding to her ministrations. Probably I sounded like a gibbering idiot. "What... I... Ohhhh... Hey! mmmmm..." She did notice, though, and stepped back to ask "Vinnie, do you need some help to calm down?" "..c-calm! God, I can't be calm like this. I need you to be the calm one! Ohhh...!" Before I'd even finished speaking, she was sucking the last of the milk out of me through my right nipple. Of all the things to notice, her nose felt different on my skin than it had before... and then I saw that it was because my chest - no, my breasts - were now hairless. They were really female breasts now, although I was completely flat chested as she finished suckling. HOLY CRAP I HAD REAL BREASTS! I was freaking out almost to my limit, and then she was kissing me again, and that warmth was almost familiar as she pushed the milk down my throat with her tongue and went straight back to making out without missing a beat. Her hand had never left my... pussy, I guess. I twisted my head to the side and moaned "Ahhh! How is that supposed to help? I'm already just about dying about the first time you did that without asking, and now you do it again? Oh God, my voice sounds funny!" "It'll be okay, baby, just shut up and kiss me!" "This is anything but okay! I have no idea what I even look like now, let alone what I'm going to look like in a few seconds!" "Vinnie. Vinnie! Look at me. Look at my eyes. You see these eyes?" I looked. I saw. Her eyes were as beautiful as ever. I nodded. "You're looking in a mirror. I'm flattered, really. Honestly I thought there was an even chance that your mind would have been on Mira at just that moment... was kinda hoping it would be, actually..." she said that last part quietly, but still loud enough that I would hear. "Oh.. oh shit! You.. you knew exactly what you were doing the whole time!" "Of course. You love me for my brains, right? Anyway, I'm not the one who turned me bisexual, mister. I mean.. missy." she chuckled, and the full weight of what had just happened made itself known to my brain. Also at just that moment, my minute was apparently up, as I felt the familiar tingle in my chest. I cupped my hands, thumbs on my own areolae, and swelling breasts pushed my hands outwards. Not too far, but enough, and it felt like a combination of sex and chocolate. 'Now there's a combination we need to try again,' I thought. It was over in a moment, and while those breasts were certainly small, they were probably a hair bigger than Angel's had been when we arrived at Whistler in the first place. I calmly gave them a good squeeze, then did it again from a few different angles just to see what it felt like. Compared to these, what I had before were just hairy milk-bags. These were firm, supple, and "OHHHH!" ... yep, they felt great when she licked them, too. She grinned at me wickedly and nibbled on a nipple. The nibble turned to a kiss and then to a suck, then she stood up and said "Well, no milk. You're just a sexy ski bunny like me! Also, notice that you're being reasonable now?" "Ah, right. I guess that was your plan with the second milk dose. Huh. Well done. Not sure how long it will last, but it'll certainly get me through the shocked period. Thanks, babe!" It was weird how easily I got through acceptance and on to enjoyment. Being calmer had an additional effect, though. I fended off her kisses and pointed out that Mira and Jag were probably wondering where the hell we'd gotten off to. Actually they probably thought we were off having a quickie in the bathroom, which wasn't far from the truth, but even so, we were being kind of rude to leave them hanging. "Hmm, fair point," Angel said. "Well, we probably shouldn't go back out as the Angel Twins... you go tell them that Vinnie isn't feeling well so he went upstairs to lie down. I'll see you in our room!" Before I could put that plan's flaws into words, she had grabbed my jacket off the floor, draped it over her shoulders to show off her cleavage to the busboys (and why wouldn't she! It looked great), and left me gasping, standing on her sweater in the ladies restroom of the hotel. --- 'Well', I thought, 'might as well just do it. It's not like they'll notice'. Although, what was that they had been starting to talk about just before Angel dragged me in here? I put on Angel's sweater, which fit me like it used to fit her, namely, much looser than it had fit when she was at our table a few minutes ago. Still, I hoped nobody would pay attention. Hell, my hair was red! Hers was pink! That would.. wait, she'd been wearing her beanie since we got off the slopes... annnd there it was on the floor of the stall. I picked it up, tucked my hair under it as much as I could and put the rest down the back collar of the sweater. I had no idea if that was how Angel wore it today, or even if anyone had noticed her pink hair; certainly nobody had commented on it. That was as good as I could make it. Inspecting myself in the mirror, I saw some lipstick on my cheek from Angel, but figured, what the hell. Leave it there to cause gossip! The restroom door opened just as I reached for the handle. I jumped back, startled, as Mira pushed her way into the room. "Oh! There you are," she said, "We were starting to wonder where the two of you had gotten off to. Jag figured you two probably just ditched us to have a quickie in the restroom, but I think that's just his own wishful thinking." "Ah, yes, well, um, that would certainly be like.. men, wouldn't it. Always thinking about sex, am I right? Ha ha.. ha." I said. Inside, I was thinking 'Classy. You're a regular James Bond, here. well, Jenny Bond, maybe.' Apparently 'calm' didn't extend to 'smooth criminal.' "Yeah... although I can start to understand, after the last 24 hours, if you know what I mean," Mira said. She headed toward one of the stalls. "I'm actually not sure that I do...," I said. "Oh! I thought you two had the same... well. Look, I can't really talk now because I have to pee like a racehorse and then go ravage Jaggette until one of us passes out. Tell you what, though... just ask yourself, what do you think it would be like to have sex as a man?" And with that cryptic remark, she closed the stall door and left me mystified. "It would.. umm.. I ... do not know, of course. How would I know that? That's such a strange idea! See you later!" I bolted from the restroom and raced up the stairs to find Angel, barely noticing the slight jiggle in my chest as I took the steps two at a time. I did smack a hip on the railing for cutting the corner too closely, though. It hurt, but that's the price of not paying attention to my new wide load! --- No sooner had I closed the door to our room than Angel had actually ripped her sweater off of me. Oh well, one garment is a small price to pay, even though I suspected that wouldn't be the final tally for this little adventure. The destroyed sweater made it's way to the floor, followed soon after by my coat from her shoulders, and every other stitch we still had on. She nuzzled my neck as I felt her hands roaming from my shoulders, down my back, and grabbing firmly ahold of my ass. If that ass was anywhere near half as spectacular as hers, she surely must be enjoying this. I certainly was! I felt my back hit the wall, and jumped just a little, clamping my legs around her waist and grabbing her hair with both hands as she drove her left leg between mine, pinning me to the wall. We kissed hard, and her leg started to feel slippery against my pussy. She looked down and saw that, grinned at me, and nearly threw me over onto the bed. I landed on my well-padded rump and bounced a bit, then did my best impression of her best bedroom eyes. Apparently it wasn't enough, though, as she stood back and looked at me without coming any closer. My sex screamed for her touch but she was standing back, infuriatingly. Then she spoke and it sort of made sense... "Doesn't look like your tits are filling up. Feel anything?" "Hmm.. nope. Doesn't mean I don't want your touch anyway, though. Get down here!" She obliged, and placed an arm to either side of me to support her as she swayed her breasts across mine. Every nipple in the room was on high alert, and the sensation of flesh on flesh was exquisite. Slowly, she lowered herself further down, smushing our breasts together, as she explored down my neck with her lips. Unable to do much else from this position, I reached under her and fondled her larger breasts, enjoying the pleasant softness of them. She kept going down, and left me with little to play with aside from her hair, but as she reached my pussy with her tongue, all other thought faded. She gently probed my lips, flicking her tongue across my clit, working in circles, sometimes moving her head to put her nose on my clit and inserting her tongue right up into me. I hadn't realized she could stick it out quite that far, or maybe it was just the newness of the sensation, but surely this must be the way a cock would feel? I had no way of knowing. All I knew was that it felt amazing, and as she continued with assistance from her fingers, that tongue became the center of my world. Time had no meaning. After centuries of bliss, my entire body started to tingle, and tense, but not in the same way as the transformation earlier. This was just pure pleasure, a warm rolling wave of pleasure that made me arch my back, curl my toes, and scream "OOOOHHHHH!" through gritted teeth. Angel kept going as my moans grew louder, then eventually, softer, and finally quiet. Only then did she look up into my eyes and smile her beautiful smile. "Oh, babe, that was amaaaaazing! Now it's your turn," I said, as she came up to lay beside me on her back. I kissed her and let my hands roam her body, intertwining our legs, and slowly made my way down to where I could return the favor. --- As I lay there, one ear to Angel's breast, listening to her heartbeat and enjoying the sensation of her idly caressing my wide hips, she asked me the question I'd been avoiding asking myself. "So how do you like being a woman?" "So far, pleasurable as hell, though I haven't had an encounter with the glass ceiling since I got here..." I said, flippantly. "Anyway, I still don't understand women. Maybe it takes longer for the incomprehensibility hormones to kick in." "Har har. Women's secrets aren't genetic, you know. You could look like that for a lifetime and it may not help you. I bet you don't even know the secret handshake!" she said. "It's true. Anyway, it probably isn't going to last much longer. There wasn't that much milk there..." "Would you want it to?" There it was. Time to go for truth or bust. "I don't know. I mean, it's certainly been fun so far, but as much as I'd like to believe society is equal and all, there's a lot of 'male privilege' that I'd probably miss. Mostly, though, I wouldn't want to be in a form you weren't attracted to, so unless your little milk-induced-delerium is permanent, I sure wouldn't want this form to be." "Delerium, eh? Funny, right now I feel perfectly at ease wrapped up in your naked body, though I can remember being only attracted to men earlier." She shifted position a little to reach down and slowly started working her fingers around my pussy. "Certainly isn't the case at the moment." "I guess it may not matter, since so far we have no indication that any of this strangeness is more than temporary. Frankly, I'm still half under the impression that we're probably sitting in the airport in San Fran, under hypnosis in a TSA interrogators office for no good reason. Though if so, kudos to the interrogator for making this the most fun questioning I've ever had." We discussed the possibilities for a while longer until we both had returned to our original forms. With contented sighs, we snuggled up and fell asleep, wondering what tomorrow may hold. A day well spent. --- === SUNDAY === In the morning, we had a talk. Not "the" talk, just a talk. While we were both very firmly still heterosexual, we each had firm memories of that not being the case, and there was no regret attached. Everything about the previous night seemed pleasant and familiar, as much a part of who we were as anything else. I didn't think I even had any milk-induced mental effects on me that night, but I still remembered feeling very at home in my female body and equally desiring her female body -- as I always did. For her part, she described it as something like a cross between a great dream and being drunk. She knew she was doing what she really wanted to do, but now, "sober", she remembered wanting it, and no longer wanted it. She couldn't imagine being attracted to a woman right now, but didn't feel at all strange about having been attracted to both myself-looking-like-her and also, she admitted, fantasizing about Mira the previous evening. It seemed perfectly reasonable to us to explore more of the effects today rather than going skiing. However, we didn't want to just sit inside all day, either. Room service wasn't that great here... the decision was made that it was time to go get some new clothes, with a twist: we'd set ourselves up in some great "disguise" bodies, and go shopping as *them*. Having already awoken with a stiffy which did not go away as we had our quick breakfast of eggs benedict and fancy coffees, it didn't take much coaxing from Angel to produce a raging hard-on. Under her ministrations, every beat of my heart made my cock stand up prouder, and then she moved off the bed and began some slow pirouettes, her hands roving her body, squeezing her own ass, leaning over me and whispering about the ways she would ravage me, without ever coming closer than it took to breathe past my ear and dangle her breasts in front of my eyes. This was more than enough. As soon as we were no longer in physical contact the sensation of stiffening erection changed, both odd and familiar; now every heartbeat was going to my chest. I could actually see myself inflating in spurts, each in time with a tingle from my nipples. She kept teasing, and I resisted the urge to pull her down on top of me ... the more milk we had to work with, the better this day was going to go. No doubt it looked rather silly having these giant milkbags covered in hair and topped with tiny, womanly nipples, but it was for a good cause. FOR SCIENCE! Ok, not science. Mostly just for fun. When they were big enough, I popped my right nipple into my mouth and enjoyed the flavor of expensive specialty coffee at body temperature as I drank it down quickly. What I was really curious about was how the breast gain would compare to the volume lost from drunk milk. After drinking my fill I paused, fondling myself, and waited for the expansion. It did not disappoint, quickly growing far past the size they had been, and now they were shaped properly like real breasts, the flesh more easily maintaining it's shape as they lolled across my chest. My aereolae spread across the face of my now-massive mammaries, and my formerly reasonable nipples popped out larger than my thumbs! Real breasts, still filled far beyond capacity with milk... and still filling up with every heartbeat! "You like booty, right? Think of Jennifer Lopez... then add some ass to that," she told me, and then her mouth was around my left nipple, drawing deeply, swallowing and suckling for an entire blissful minute, which put barely a dent in my stored milk supply. Then she switched to my right breast without a word, straddling my stomach as I lay on my back on the bed. I wasn't sure what she wanted for a mental transformation, but I knew that I'd rather we were shopping as lovers than friends or siblings, so kept my thoughts on her being a sensual lesbian until she finally came up for air. By that time, her hips were widening and her ass was becoming even more amazing than it had started, flowing over my still-erect penis and driving me crazy as I watched her face become so-very-unlike her own, and very close to the actress she was now patterned after. Her hair flowed down in long brown waves, her eyes turned dark and she became just a bit tanned. Her breasts hadn't changed much, but then the other side's milk took effect, and that quickly passed. She had drunk quite a lot so that this would last for a while, and as she slid down my body her breasts responded with enthusiasm, heaving outwards into her hands, which pressed those wonderful mounds of flesh around my dick even as they were still growing. I could almost see, from the outside, the mental transformation starting to take effect on her. She started giving me a vigorous titty fuck and tickling the tip of my cock with her tongue, and then as she became more and more a lesbian, her gaze and then her mouth wandered up towards my giant breasts, and she began licking and fondling their perfect skin with one hand while her other hand kept pumping her cleavage around my cock. It was clearly time for the rest of my transformation lest she lose interest, so I pulled my left breast to my face (which was incredibly easy given it's size) and took a very long drink, maintaining eye contact with Angel for the entire time. Finally I let it go, and was going to start counting down to transformation time, but instead let out a huge gasp as I felt myself starting to cum. Quickly, she shifted downwards and put her mouth over my cock, sealing her lips around me as I shot my load into her mouth and down her throat. I could see her smile and feel her swallow, then visibly shudder as the transcending feeling of the cum washed through her. Clearly it worked as well orally as it had vaginally. She didn't let go, though. I could feel her tongue swishing my cock around in her mouth as it grew softer, and she pushed her mouth down over it all the way to the base... only I didn't feel the back of her throat. I was already transforming, in fact it had probably started as I was orgasming a moment ago, and I could see curiousity in her eyes, but she didn't ask what I was transforming into... not that she could have with her lips sucking that hard on my dwindling shaft. This time I could see her getting further away as I grew taller, the sheets shifting under my back as I adjusted to give myself room. My hips rounded slightly under the caress of her hair falling over them, and my own hair spread out, pooling beside my head in dark ripples. I put my hands up to the sides of my head and felt the finishing touches -- my ears gained just a bit of a point to the tops. As I looked downward towards her, I felt her tongue stiffly penetrate into me, followed by something more, which made me shudder and tingle as a wave of numbness and pleasure rolled outwards from my new, tight vagina. Only then did she break free of my body, sitting up as she said "There, half for me and half for you. Just try not to get pregnant from your own second-hand semen!" "Not to worry," I said, my vocabulary having seemily changed along with my biology, "Elves aren't terribly fertile, you know..." She started at that, and took a long, close look at me. "Wow. Ok, so pointy ears.. you do look quite a lot like Liv Tyler from the Lord of the Rings movies... well, if she was a bit taller and had a giant rack anyway... but that doesn't make you an elf." "No doubt, but I bet there aren't more than a few humans in the whole world who have biological ears like this. Hopefully there aren't any annoying side effects, because after that dose of cum you just gave me, this is probably going to last a while." "Hell yes, it is." She embraced me tightly, her extra large breasts disappearing into my even deeper cleavage as we squirmed passionately, and a bit of milk leaked out of me as she squeezed my tits. "Plus it looks like you still have some reserve milk in there for refreshers if we need it... c'mon, let's go shopping!" --- "...and his FACE! Oh my god, when you told him to 'Live long and prosper' I thought he was going to faint on the spot!" Angel gasped out as we walked hand in hand down the sidewalk. "Hey, everyone has their fantasies, costume store employees most of all. I'm glad we didn't stop after just the 'regular' clothes! This sexy Starfleet uniform is fantastic. I think later I'm going to have to have you wear it, then grow you into it." "Hah, you would think that. We'll see! Maybe I'll pop right out of it... though it is doing and admirable job of holding you in while appearing to barely manage it." It was true, my amazing cleavage was on display for the world to see. The short skirt of the original-series Trek uniform was swishing nicely as my hips swayed due to the high heeled boots that went with the outfit. If possible, Angel was looking even better, though. She was wearing a tight-fitting rubber jumpsuit, unzipped down the front all the way to her belly button, but so tight and form fitting as not to slide out to an FCC wardrobe-malfunctioning violation. Just enough to induce double takes and aneurysms from men walking by. We were both loving it. "Hey, let's duck in here and get some drinks!" I said as we passed under a sign that simply read 'Saloon'. "Sure, why not... and after we've had whatever the bartender serves us, I'm going to drag you into the ladies room for something that will taste the same and make it even harder for us to fit into these ridiculous outfits..." she grinned at me. We stepped inside, meandered over to a tall table in the corner, and sat on stools on opposite sides. The waiter came over to take our orders, and I found myself noticing that he never once met my eyes. Wasn't sure how to feel about that... I liked being admired, and when he took Angel's order while staring only at her chest, I even felt the tiniest flash of "hey, why isn't he staring at MINE!" but it passed quickly, and I actually started to wonder what it would be like to go through life having social interactions like this. I'd probably start to hate it if men never looked at my face, but probably also hate it if they didn't check out my display, too. There were a few other patrons in the bar, an older couple in a booth off to one side, and a couple of big truckers at the table by the front door. At various points they were all glancing over at us, but mostly it was the truckers who's gazes lingered. After our fruity drinks with the umbrellas and long straws came back, Angel looked at me slyly and said "Hey, want to give those guys a sight they won't soon forget? Maybe get some free drinks? Do what I do..." With her drink in front of her, she started making out with the straw while giving me bedroom eyes. I did my best to duplicate her feat, though I felt her 'come hither' look was far better than I could match. Then we placed our arms on the table, palms upwards, and leaned forwards to simultaneously slide our hands across the small table and lean our boobs into each others hands. While still tongueing our straws, we started to grope each other right there, thumbs versus nipples in a 'who can pop out the most' contest from which the real winners were at the table over by the door. When we were certain that the men were too shell-shocked to look away, we both looked up at them, smiled slyly, and sat back up as if nothing much had happened. Success, though! A few minutes later, after the waiter had delivered them another round of drinks which included two with suspiciously un-trucker-like umbrellas, one of the men brought the umbrella'd glasses over to our table and said "Where I come from, a show like that deserves a tip. Drink up, ladies. And if you feel like coming to sit with my friend and I, we'd love to have you." Angel looked him over, as did I. He was actually quite attractive, in a rugged sort of way. Tall, well muscled, just a bit of extra padding around the middle, with a scruffy face and an intriguing scent. Still, there was only so far I was willing to go. I said "Thanks, but I don't think we're playing for the same team," then reached across the table to pull Angel into a long, slow kiss. "If you know what I mean." "Lady, you can play for any team you want, and I'll play right along with you. Still, wouldn't dream of asking you to do something you didn't want. Enjoy the drinks!" He walked back over to the table where his friend had just left the cash for their bill, then they both walked out of the building as we sipped the drinks. "Mmm, thanks," Angel said. "For a minute there I thought maybe you would actually take him up on... ugh..." "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oof. Maybe had too much to drink, or not enough to eat first... not really feeling well. Want to head back to the hotel? I'd like to lie down." she replied. With our arms around each other's shoulders, we stumbled out the front door, barely remembering to leave a $20 bill on the table first. I wasn't feeling so hot myself. As we reached the sidewalk, the two truckers were standing right there, leaning against a parked pick-up, and they looked up in apparent alarm. The one who had given us the drinks said "You ladies alright? You look a bit woozy..." In response, I threw up on his shoes. After that, everything went dark. --- When I came to, the first thing I noticed was pain. All over. Pounding headache, sharp pain across my ribs, sore ankles, burning wrists. I blinked away the dimness and glanced around, seeing mostly nothing but white. I realized there was a blindfold over my eyes, and the pain in my wrists and ankles was clearly a tightly bound rope. I was sitting on a chair, and there was something in my mouth. "MMFFRRRFFFCKRRRS!" I screamed. I heard an answering muffled scream from my left and knew that Angel was in the same predicament. "Hey now, no call for harsh language." said a familiar voice, followed by a laugh he shared with another voice. "Ain't nothin' happened to ya'... yet," the other voice said. "It's more fun when yer awake for it, anyway." I shivered all over as I realized that there was a very real certainty that both Angel and I were about to be raped. I wasn't sure which of the two terrified me more. I started to gasp uncontrollably and tried to hold stock-still. "HEY! Pay attention!" the voice said, then I felt a sharp slap across the cheek. "Ain't nothing worse than a broad won't pay me the 'spect I deserve." "Billy, don't smack around the merchandise. You know these two are worth more undamaged. Mr. Munstein is a tit-man, and these are probably the biggest he's ever had. From the feel..." and here I heard Angel gasp and whimper suddenly, "Yeah, from the feel these are even all natural. A pair like this doesn't come along every day, and here's two pair. We are definitely selling these." "Aw, c'mon Jake, ain't nobody gonna notice if we just use 'em a little, first. Look at this rack! Tell me you don't wanna suck on these!" I screamed around my gag as a hand grabbed each of my tits and squeezed them together. The hand didn't go away, but grabbed the neckline of my dress uniform and yanked, ripping it down the front as the seams painfully pulled into my shoulders, then my breasts flopped free. Almost immediately, I felt a rough hand reach up my skirt, in between my legs and work its way into my panties as a foreign tongue run up between my breasts. In a brief moment of clarity amidst terrible revulsion, I recognized the chance I had just been given. As the lips clamped down on my left breast, I focused through my panic as hard as I could, all my thoughts on one particular image. He sucked so powerfully that the rush of milk out my nipple actually hurt; I don't think it's possible for a normal human to spend that much milk that fast. The asshole actually choked a little when he couldn't quite keep up with the flow, then he pulled off just long enough to exclaim "Holy... Jake, this bitch tastes like girly drinks! Strong ones, too..." Then he went down on my other nipple and pulled just as hard, gulping as much as he could, starting to work his awful finger into my most private region. He let go with a crash as he fell on his ass, his hand slipping out of my skirt. "Fuckin' clutz..." I heard Jake say. "Bro, you gotta try this.. it'sh... ish fantashtick... ugh... hang on, I gotta go drain the lizard..." Footsteps faded into the next room, as other footsteps drew nearer. Floorboards creaked as Jake knelt down in front of my chair. "Well, the bottle's already open, who's gonna notice if I take a swig..." he said, then I felt more lips on my flesh. The feeling was abhorrent. Not at all like the sensual feeling of Angel, this was a violation. This guy was an even bigger asshole than his 'bro,' even moreso for seeming kinda nice back at the bar... I focused my thoughts still more as he took a big long drink. "Damn, Billy was right... that is fantastic." he said as he switched breasts, "I'm half tempted to keep you, the money you'd save me on bar bills is probably worth the loss in sales profit...!" and then he was painfully squeezing my other tit as he took a big long drink there, too. His grip loosened a bit as there was a crash from the other room. "Whuh?" he slurred as he let go and stood up. "BILLY! Stop screwin' around in there! I... oogh." He audibly slipped and fell against something soft. Maybe a bed or a couch. Damn, I was hoping he'd fall and break his nose on the floor. That's right, fucker. You slipped me a fucking drugged drink, see how you like it now! Clearly my milk didn't just taste like whatever I'd last consumed, it actually had the same properties, too. And they had each just drank way more than the 8oz bar glasses which Angel and I had had. My only regret was that these fuckers weren't going to be awake to witness what was about to happen to their bodies. I started to get serious about wriggling free of my ropes and trying to push that rag out of my mouth. Beside me, I could hear Angel doing the same. Luckily, these assclowns had figured on us being under watch the whole time, so our bindings weren't really that secure. In 10 minutes or so we both had our hands free, and were able to quickly remove our blindfolds and start to work on our ankle bindings. It was also our first chance to see what had become of our attackers; as if the smell hadn't given part of it away minutes earlier. In front of us on the floor was a mess. It was still human, and obviously female, but one of the ugliest specimens I had ever laid eyes upon despite the massive breasts, which were wrinkled and veiny. It was also laying in a puddle of it's own feces and urine, drooling out of the lower side of its mouth. "Ugh. Vinnie, what did you do to them?" Angel exclaimed. "And couldn't you do worse? These two were going to SELL us like SLAVES." She spit on the body. "Ugh, I still feel like I have to vomit. Maybe I should do it on this disgustingspecimen of humanity." "Well, I wasn't even sure I could do this... this is the first time the transformation has been to something I'm not personally sexually attracted to." She glanced at my ears. "But I was just so scared and angry, and concentrated as hard as I could on the picture of a helplessly frail old woman, and a behavior of total loss of control and obedience. Didn't mean the loss of control to be quite so... bodily... though. Ew." Sphincter control would have been nice to maintain. "C'mon, let's get the other one out of the bathroom and haul them down to the local police department. With any luck, the loss of control will extend to my original intent and they'll confess everything before they turn back. The cops probably won't believe them until they transform back to normal, but they should be under observation until then anyway, so I don't think we need to worry about them too much. And just in case... " I leaned down to yell in the ears of the old woman who was crumpled on the floor in front of me. "HEY JACKASS. You're going to tell the cops everything you know about this slaving thing, and you won't be able to stop yourself! Obey that, asshole." I struggled to maintain control as we hauled them out of their house and to their pickup. We were both running on pure adrenaline as we put them in the truck box, since neither of us could bear the thought of accidentally touching them if they were in the front with us as we drove around looking for the station. --- Back in the hotel later, I had to shower. I couldn't seem to get clean. I kept trying to wash the feel of those hands and those lips off of my breasts and the feel of that hand out of the skirt I wasn't even wearing anymore and it still felt wrong and it didn't help, I felt them over and over, felt that finger in my privates, and I wished the transformation would wear off so I wouldn't have a pussy anymore, hoped that would make it easier, feared that it wouldn't. My tears blended with the water from the shower. Angel tapped tentatively on the door. "Hon? May I come in? I won't if you don't want me to." "I... No, go away. Wait, no, come in." I sniffled. The door rattled. "It's locked, babe." I numbly stumbled across the room and unlocked the door, dripping water on the floor. Without a word, Angel came in and closed the door. I stared, unmoving, remembering that terrible, unwelcome hand. I wasn't in the shower, there was nothing to rinse away the scummy feeling, so I just... stopped. I stopped everything but the crying. She sat me down on the floor mat, and sat down beside me, and asked if it was ok to touch me. I hugged my knees up to my chest, but nodded just a little. She put her arms around my shoulders and held me in a soft embrace until my tears slowly faded. Not that I was better. I was just dry. Actually dry, I realized... we must have been sitting there longer than I had realized, and she still hadn't said a word. She had somehow turned off the shower, though. I looked up at her, and as her eyes conveyed her concern, mine responded with thanks. I don't know if she knew everything that had happened to me while she was blindfolded, I certainly hadn't told her, but it was a safe bet she had figured most of it out. And she was fully prepared to help me deal with it in my own time. I leaned into her and returned the embrace. --- Each of us was wrapped in our own blankets as we sat on the bed, eating what passed for supper from the hotel's room service. It wasn't bad. At least I felt like eating again, so that was a plus. I'd also remembered that she hadn't exactly escaped the ordeal unmolested, and thinking of helping her helped me to focus on something besides my own pain. We comforted each other in words and in silence, and just in our mutual presence. To avoid having to talk, sometimes we flipped on the TV. It was there that a cathartic message came through -- on the 11:00 news, a report about a slavery ring being busted by the local police. Apparently two men, Jacob and William Bugsworth, had confessed. Imagine that! The details around the confession were sketchy, but it was also reported that they had given such complete and accurate information that within the last 6 hours, one Robert Tam and Johann Weir had been arrested, and Interpol was on the lookout for a Wilhelm Munstein, among a few others, all of whom were wealthy international businessmen with an apparent penchant for collecting harems. When the news moved on to a local supermarket special, we turned off the TV, looked up at each other, and smiled for the first time since the bar. Finally, we went to sleep. --- === MONDAY === In the morning, we both felt a lot better. I was even heartened to note that while Mira's transformation had worn off before we woke up, mine lasted until a few minutes later, in time for me to realize that I was ok first. Mostly this helped so that I could be sure it wasn't just weird hormones or something that were determining my mental states. We decided that today was a good day to just relax, take our mind off of things, and maybe go ski a bit in the afternoon. Waiting until later, when most folks we had met would probably have already headed up the mountain for the day, we finally ambled down to the restaurant in the hotel for a lazy breakfast. Surprisingly, Jag and Mira both showed up just as we were ordering, so we invited them to sit with us. The strawberry pancakes were fantastic, clearly made with fresh strawberries rather than frozen, and I savored them as we chit-chatted about skiing and cars and pets and ... boring stuff, but it was a good fit for my mental state. Some time later, as we were all leaning back with our coffees in hand, Mira asked Angel "So, did you think about what I mentioned a couple days ago?" "Eh?" Angel raised a quizzical eyebrow. "What are you... hmm... I think last time I saw you, you said something about kinky sex after the encounter with that Kelly person?" "No, after that. When I found you in the bathroom after you and Vinnie ditched us to go make out." Mira said. I cleared my throat. Figured I might as well 'fess up to this one since they probably had the same 'symptoms' we did and wouldn't be too shocked. "Actually Mira... that was me you were talking to in the bathroom." I let it hang there a moment. "Which made your question very strange." The reactions were stronger than I expected, but not by much. Jag exclaimed "Woa, you mean it works for you even when you're not touching?" while Mira just kind of eyed me up and down. "Even when we're not... huh, I would have said 'only when'. Maybe what you two have been experiencing isn't quite the same as us after all." I said. "What was her question?" asked Angel. Mira laughed. "I asked you.. her.. him... wow, that's confusing... if you'd ...err.. he'd ever thought of what it would be like to experience sex as a man. I guess it's a moot point, though!" "Well, clearly he knows all about it... but I sure don't, and you thought you were asking me... why? What sort of things have been happening to you two? Spill, and we'll do the same!" Angel said. "It might be easiest to just demonstrate. Jag, are you up for it?" Mira asked. In response, Jag leaned over to our side of the table, leaned WAY over, and put his head right between Angel and I. He asked us to whisper something that Mira couldn't hear but that we would know. Angel quietly whispered "Zombies ate my baby." Random. Jag grinned and sat back on his side of the table, his lips zipped shut. Then Mira said "Watch this." She took her hand and slipped it into Jag's trousers, they both gave almost imperceptible shudders, and Mira quoted "'Zombies ate my baby.' You're a weird one, Angel." Jag's face looked quizzical, as if he was hearing the phrase for the first time. My jaw must have been hanging open. I had been expecting that they had some kind of transformative effect going as well, but to simply possess the other's body? Was this a control thing or a swap? There were a lot of questions! We all lowered our voices even though the restaurant was mostly empty, and Angel and I told them of how I lactated when I was horny and not being touched, and the milk had a transformative effect on the drinker depending on what I was thinking at the moment they drank. They told us that Jag's effect after his encounter with Kelly was that whenever Mira touched his erect penis, they swapped bodies for the duration of the contact. He wasn't sure if it would work with anyone else, and I didn't feel like touching another man's penis, but Angel asked me if I minded if she tried it "For science!", and she repeated Mira's earlier hand-down-the-pants action, and from Jag's mouth said "This is weird. I... kinda like it though. So this is why you asked if I'd ever thought of having sex as a man..." Obviously, more 'science' was warranted. Mira went back up to her room with Jag, and Angel and I promised to follow shortly thereafter. --- We tipped handsomely for breakfast, then headed for the stairwell. Pausing inside the stairs, Angel looked in my eyes and said "I really do want to try sex as a man... and I'd want it to be with you as the woman, but I don't know if that can happen. Jag's swapping only seems to hold as long as contact is maintained, and that would make it kind of.. well.. impossible." "Yeah, I know. So basically, you'd have to let him take over your own body, while you go fuck yourself, right?" It sounded harsh, but I said it with a bit of a grin. Angel saw, and knew that if I could have even that small appreciation for the play on words, it probably wouldn't bother me too much inside. "Seems that way. So you're really okay with it?" "I think so." "Ok. I guess you should be having some fun with Mira in the meantime... maybe see if you can give her tits so big she can't walk! Hah!" "Not a bad idea," I grinned. "So shall we go on up?" "One thing, first. I'm... well, I'm a little worried about being able to perform as a guy... I know a lot of guys don't last long their first time. Or maybe it'll just be so different that I won't be able to cum at all... but I think you could help me with this." She reached her hand up through my baggy shirt and squeezed my chest gently. "Feels like all this talk has filled your tank some... could you give me a mental effect of having only simultaneous orgasms? Might as well get some cleavage while I'm at it..." I unbuttoned my shirt. --- My heart was beating faster as we entered Mira's room, and not only because we'd just dashed up those flights of stairs. This trip was turning into a rather surreal sex dream, and despite earlier assurances that we must be awake, I was starting to wonder again. The four of us glanced around nervously, even knowing why we were all there. To help everyone relax, Mira dimmed the lights, pulled the shades closed, and headed for the mini-bar. "What'll you have?" she asked. Angel asked for a Crown and coke, and I told Mira that I'd have whatever her favorite drink was. She laughed and mixed me a fruity martini. "So, before we get too much further," I said, "I think we should all just agree that we're here for fun, if anything stops being fun at any time, anyone is welcome to stop or leave, but out of courtesy to everyone else, what happens in this room stays in this room, okay?" "Okay." "Cool." "Arrr. And the safe word be 'golden dubloons!', mateys!" Angel did a fairly credible pirate grimace while she said this. Jag laughed. "Anyway, I know what I want," she said, crooking a finger to Jag, "So as long as everyone else is cool with it, you are welcome to watch, or you two can entertain yourselves in any manner you like! Mira, I hope you're still thirsty..." Mira came and sat beside me on the couch, snuggling up a little as Angel and Jag went over to the bed. At first, I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and Mira seemed rather enthralled about seeing this happen from the outside as well. As they slowly undressed each other, Angel's hands went in and out of his pants, and the various sounds they each made seemed to switch back and forth... the moans were in one voice, then another, now Angel's voice had the masculine overtones, now Jag's did... it was almost dizzying. Eventually, they seperated for a moment and Jag grabbed a condom from the bedside table. "Shall I put this on you?" he grinned. "Sure," Angel said. She took the condom from him, unwrapped it and reached for his cock, then gasped through Jag's mouth as her body knelt and used her lips to roll the wrapper down the shaft. "Wow, you're good at that... practice on a banana at some point?" Jag's voice said. Angel's body moaned, licked, and slurped her way off of the shaft and, as soon as her tongue left the tip, Jag's mouth said "Actually, yeah. Never know when that could come in handy... plus I get bored sometimes. Oh, and Mira and I have done this a few times recently. Incidentally, a condom is thin enough to still count as touching, so that's cool..." He grasped her by the hips and said "I like it from behind..." as he flipped her over and thrust into her waiting pussy, eliciting his own moan of pleasure from her lips. Angel began thrusting into her own body, her grunting coming from the man's mouth. "They could be a while," Mira said into my ear, "And you seem ready and willing... what say we have some fun?" Without waiting for an answer she peeled my shirt off, revealing my swollen 'moobs' topped by perky nipples. They had filled up to reasonable handfuls as Mira had been careful to avoid skin contact while we were watching the other two, and now she said in a rather sultry voice "From what you told me earlier, I'm clearly going to have to tease you for a while... hope you enjoy this as much as I do!" Then she grabbed my ears, engaged in a brief tongue duel, and slid her rather ample breasts down my chest as she backed off to do a few twirls and rub me through my jeans. I could feel my chest swelling rapidly with every heartbeat, and the heartbeats were coming fast and furious as she alternated between fondling, licking, and backing off to squeeze her own boobs into some great cleavage through her low cut top and lacy red bra. The weight of my chest was becoming enough to keep me pinned back on the couch, so the next time she came in to lick a nipple, I grasped her hair and held her face tight, keeping her mouth on me, and her tongue kept flicking my nipple against the edge of her teeth, eliciting some sharp feelings of pleasure from me. She was on my right-hand side, so as she curled her fingers into my chest hair and started suckling from my boob which was bigger than her head, I focused all my thoughts on how amazing it would be for her to just love giving oral to anyone at all. I could feel her face twitch in surprise at the taste of the fruity martini, and she doubled her efforts to drink a lot while apparently never letting up on rubbing my nipple with her teeth. It started to become very tender, which increased the pleasure all the more. When she seemed to be slowing down, I told her "Keep going, it'll be worth it!" Finally, she had drank me down almost to a mere "large" breast size, and I pulled her down on top of me, then rolled us over on the couch so that she was laying on her back, and I straddled her tight stomach after removing my pants and shorts. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her silky breasts spreading slightly across her chest, barely contained by her bra. "So was that the body side or the breaaaaAHH...!" she cut off as her breasts started to push against her bra, answering her own question. I moved forwards, sliding my cock under the front of her bra, against her skin, up between her breasts, enjoying the sensation of them filling out and pushing with more and more pressure to fold around me. Her nipples were shifting a bit too, poking through the fabric as her flesh billowed over the top and out the bottom of the poor garment. She arched her back, shifting her mounds pleasantly around my shaft as she reached behind and undid her bra strap before it could start cutting into her, then the bra was on the floor and her nipples were in my hands, being thumbed in circles as they continued to push up ahead of the ballooning mammaries. Her breasts were already larger than any natural breasts which I had ever seen, and were showing no signs of slowing. She used her hands to pump them around my cock, but soon they were so large that the motion of her hands on the outside didn't really do much to the cock on the inside. I shoved as far up through them as I could, barely poking through the top of her cleavage, and as soon as she saw my tip, she was bending her neck down to pull it into her mouth. Even as her breasts continued to expand past all reason, she started to give me a slow and sensual blowjob, my balls sandwiched between her massive breasts, which were still expanding and pushing back against my legs, up against my scrotum, and forward against her chin. Meanwhile, Angel had changed positions a couple times, and was currently leaning over the body she had recently occupied, which was on her back with shapely legs hooked atop manly shoulders, as he thrust into her and both of them gasped for air. "Didn't think.. you'd last... this long!" Jag got out between pumps, in her voice, "The first time... Mira came... so fast! I... oh! Harder! HARDER!" His shaft thrust long and deep into her and her voice suddenly split the air in an orgasmic wail quite unlike anything I'd ever heard it do before. It was immediately joined by Angel's more familiar O-sounds, only in a deep baritone. After a few seconds, the sounds changed abruptly, becoming Angel's familiar pleasurable moan and Jag's baritone wail. He looked confused briefly, but they were both still lost in bliss for a minute longer. Finally they wound down, and Angel, her legs still wrapped around his hips, said "Wow, that was fun, but the way you described it before, I thought I'd get to have the whole male orgasm instead of swapping back so fast!" As he started to pull out, he said "Me too, actually. Usually the swap lasts until physical contact is --" "--broken," she finished, as his cock came out with a pop. They both looked a bit surprised, but no less than Mira, who even took her mouth partially off of my cock long enough to say "Wait, you two swapped again when you stopped touching? Huh. Wonder what changed..." Her fixation took her back quickly, though, and I was nearing the edge as Angel's body started to turn about, one hand roaming over her pussy and the other squeezing her breasts, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger. The sight was enough to finish me, and as I tensed to blow my load, both bodies on the other side of the room appeared to be doing the same.. and then.. the room erupted in the sounds of orgasm as three of us simultaneously reached our peaks. Mira looked positively joyous as she gulped down mouthfuls of cum, Jag-as-Angel was enjoying his second female orgasm in as many minutes, this time for the full length, and Angel, over in Jag's body, was grasping his cock in amazement and waving it around as it blew the condom off in a spray of cum, getting seed all over the throw rug and the floor, a rapturous expression on his face. "OH. MY. GOD. That was intense!" he said, as he finally collapsed back onto the bed, "Short, but intense!" She had crumpled down onto the bed also, still shuddering in the throes of orgasm, and he reached over to expertly touch her pussy -- after all, Angel knew that pussy better than anyone, and knew exactly how to make her orgasm last. My own had ended, and Mira was still enjoying cleaning the head of my cock as I watched the other two. As all the orgasms wound down, Angel's voice spoke up "Oh wow. That was mind blowing... I'm not sure how long this extra swap is going to last, but I hope it's enough to repeat that at least once more. Can't really explain why, but I just 'feel' inside that it was the simultaneous orgasm while we were touching is what's making this last, and it's not permanent. I don't think there'll be any more swapping until it wears off, though." "Well, if this is just temporary, then I know what I want to do next," said the baritone Angel was wearing. "Vinnie, would you be a dear and put on your best 'fuckme' face? This kind of opportunity seems rare enough not to squander! Who knows how little time we have..." I nodded, and glanced down at my still gigantic chest. "Should be plenty in here for that... though I'm curious, why did both of you orgasm a second time, just when I did?" I asked as I popped a tit into my mouth. They were big enough that it didn't really matter which one I started with, I'd easily be able to connect lips to nipples even after drinking my fill, but I went for the breast-enhancing side first anyway. Priorities! Besides, I was going to need a solid mental transformation to be able to make myself enjoy the cock I was about to receive. "That one I think I can figure out," said the male body. "Remember how on the way up you gave me the effect of simultaneous orgasm? We didn't explicitly limit that to the person I was fucking, and it looks like the effect followed my mind into this body as we'd hoped for. As for 'her'... I suspect that there's still enough of your milk in her body to affect her mind, too." "Mmmm." I replied, savoring the taste of my personal fruity martini. After a minute, as I switched to my other side I asked "What about duration? On each of you?" "I have no idea." "Well that's comforting." said Jag. "So you're telling me that I can't orgasm unless one of you does... hey Mira, c'mere, and let's see if this tongue is as good at giving you oral as my old one was..." Mira said "'tis better to give than to receive... but I think we can do both." She ponderously swayed over to the bed and sat down beside the other woman, who immediately pulled her close for a long kiss. Mira slowly leaned into Jag, her massive breasts filling the entire space between them and pushing Jag back down onto the sheets as their mouths remained connected. Mira actually had to kneel to get her body to angle over her breasts and maintain the kiss, they were so big. It felt weird to see what looked like Angel making out with another person, but it was still hot as hell to watch their cleavage intertwine and their hands roam each other's soft curves. They soon had adjusted position to a 69 and were sounding very contented. I realized then that my chest was no longer dwindling as I sucked, but was in fact getting larger. I enjoyed the sensation of flesh pushing up into my face and skin becoming ever smoother as I continued to savor the sweet martini that was about to make me into a beautiful woman. As my lips finally left my nipple I realized that I had drank more than intended, leaving not much milk remaining for later. Some, but not much. I looked up at Angel, standing there with a rapidly stiffening cock, and feasted my eyes on it hungrily. Hhe chuckled "Well, I guess we know what you just did to your own mind... Come and get it! I want to feel you change around my cock!" He unwrapped a condom and handed it to me. Might as well have offered me a chocolate chip cookie. I slipped off the couch and knelt in front of the man with the raging cock, and ran my hands up and down it. Then, grabbing his balls and positoning the condom on his tip, I slipped my mouth around the head just as I felt my lips began to tingle. They puffed up as I unrolled the sheath down his sword, giving me much more padding around his cock, and the tingle took over my entire body. I could see and feel my hands shrinking and becoming smooth, and my hair snaking its way down my naked back, some of it falling around my face and the meat in my mouth, tinting my view purple. Kneeling as I was, ass to ankles, forced me to shift as said ass plumped up and out, so much that it kept my mouth at the same height despite a loss in overall torso length. I felt wet between the my thighs and knew that my transformation was complete enough for what needed to come next. I stood up as my hips continued to round out, and I became even shorter. The top of my purple-haired head was below Angel's chin, and while I looked amazingly curvy, at this height I couldn't have weighed more than 90 lbs. Angel bent his neck down to kiss me, and the soft sensation of my full, pouty lips sent a tingle all the way down my spine, and over to the hand I was using to fondle his cock. With my other hand, I pushed him back, step by step, over to the wall, as we continued to ravish each other. Just as his shoulders reached the wall, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Angel caught me in his strong arms, and held me tight, lifting me up a few more inches as I felt his cock, which had been trapped between our bodies, slide down and free itself. Then he pulled his face from mine, and we looked into each other's eyes as he slowly lowered me down onto his member. I gasped as I felt a penis enter me for the very first time. Angel took it very slow, and as his shaft worked its way into my virgin pussy, I curled my fingers in the hair on the back of his head and squeezed tightly. "Ohhh... that must be all the way... feels so full!" I moaned. I pulled myself up a bit and shifted back down, and felt that amazing cock shift even more of my insides around as it plunged deeper into me. Angel grunted a bit as he flexed his torso, pulling out slightly, then pushing in. We fell into a rhythm, braced against the wall, his legs supporting both of us as we pumped in and out. My ample bosom slapped against his chest on every downstroke, and his arms roamed my back, keeping me up. Angel carried me over to the couch and sat down with me still straddling his cock. I continued to ride it slowly up and down as I pushed him back against the cuishons. I leaned forwards enough to kiss him and press my massive breasts into his chest, then raised myself up on his body until I felt the pop as his cock slid out of me, and I continued going up until my breasts reached over his shoulders, pulling his face into my cleavage. Angel turned his head slightly to the side and took a play-bite out of one breast as I slid back down, down until I could feel the pressure of a rigid cock pressing against my bottom and the male hand guiding it back into my nethers. As he entered me for the second time, it felt even better than before. It felt like it belonged, and while snug, I was able to slide right down to the base. Up and down I rocked, making full length strokes on that cock, on every stroke letting it pop out, dangling my breasts in Angel's face and letting him get his cock positioned for the return trip. Soon he was doing this without even using his hands, and while he was inside me, I could feel his heartbeat through my pussy, feel the twitching of him being on the edge of orgasm, and unable to go further due to the mental constraint. I could feel myself nearing the edge, too, and while I'd experienced a female orgasm before, that had felt like a puddle compared to the ocean about to overwhelm me. I glanced over at Mira. Oddly, despite the current pairings, it was her whom I had to not cheat out of her fun by orgasming too early. After all, she hadn't gotten one yet today, and if I lost control, everyone in the room except her would enter rapture, and she'd be left behind. She appeared to be well on her way, judging from the pleasured sounds emanating from the bed, and the curl to her toes, but there was no sense in rushing. On the next forward motion, I put my hands on the side of Angel's face and twisted my body slightly, to pull him onto my right breast. His eyes glanced up questioningly, but I smiled and held firm, waiting until he began to suckle. There wasn't a lot left in there by today's standards, but probably still enough to make some changes that would last long enough. I looked at Jag, with her legs wrapped around Mira's head, and Mira's legs wrapped back around Jag, both of them questing with their hands, and moaning pleasurably. The two women entertwined like that looked really hot, actually, and it wasn't until I felt Angel's lips pop off of me that I realized I hadn't thought of what to focus on for his transformation. "So what was it?" he asked. "Err.. dunno. I got distracted. I guess we'll find out in a minute," I replied, sheepishly. "Hah! Adventurous, are we... here, let's adventure some more." he said, and he wriggled upright and pushed me over on my back, then rolled me over. I could see where he was going with this, though, and was fairly certain that if he stuck me again, I would orgasm on entry and rob Mira of her glory. I reached back with my hands and grabbed that rigid cock as if to guide him in, and he reached up my back to drag a fingernail slowly down my spine, which made me shiver with pleasure. His cock was still well lubricated with both of our juices, so in a move that surprised him only slightly more than it surprised me, I raised it slightly and jammed my hips back towards him, bringing him partway into the 'back door'. He took the hint and continued pushing forwards, giving me a second new entry sensation for the day. I could hear him gasp a little as his minute was up, and looking over my shoulder I could see his chest hair smooth out and some small breasts beginning to form. "Still enjoying this I hope?" I asked. Whatever I did to his mind better not have affected his desire for women! "I.. ah... yeah, actually, even more than I was. Before I was just enjoying the new sensations of being a man, but now I'm finding you... all three of you... exceptionally attractive. Also, do I sound funny to you?" Partway through his sentence, Angel's voice had gained an accent. He actually sounded a bit British, in a mild way similar to Mira. "Seems that way.. ughh! Slow and steady, please," I requested, as he'd started pumping a bit faster than my ass really liked. As he returned to a regular cadence, I actually found myself enjoying the gentle stimulation. We continued for a few moments longer, then Angel grabbed my hips and pulled me as far back as he could, burying his cock deeply in my ass, and, maintaining that hold, he layed down on his back, pulling me up to a position of sitting on him, facing his feet. "Turn around," he said, "but don't let go..." I took his meaning and carefully spun 180 degrees around his shaft, adjusting my legs so that I was straddling him face to face. He didn't seem to care about his own breasts, but he was mesmerized by mine, which dangled almost all the way down to his small mounds. Angel's hands reached for my pussy, and began some expert ministrations as he rocked his hips slightly, pushing his cock in and out of my ass. I reciprocated, and leaned forward just barely, only enough to bring my nipples down to brush against his. The weight swaying from my chest, the electric touch of intermittent nipple-on-nipple contact, the thumbs working around my clit, the fingers exploring my pussy, and the cock up my ass, all continually in motion, all building in intensity, was bringing me perilously close to the edge again. Suddenly, a low moan rose from the bed, quickly building in intensity, and I knew that it was okay to let go. Mira was climaxing mightily, and with her I could see Jag tensing in the throes of orgasm as Angel spasmed underneath me. I lost control, flinging my head back and screaming my pleasure as the strange warm sensation of fresh cum tingled through my ass, lubing up the rocking motions even more as I bounced with increased fervor. Angel's hand in my pussy froze as his orgasm hit it's peak, but by that point his hand was just one more thing for me to ride, and I rode for all I was worth, feeling liquid squirt out of my pussy and making our fleshy contact areas slippery. I was vaguely aware of everyone else's noises slowing to a contented hum, but I was still in ecstasy, screaming and riding a cock that was starting to soften inside me. Finally, it popped out, no longer firm enough to re-enter, and I collapsed in a quivering heap on top of Angel. A tongue licked my nipple, an electric shock went through my whole body, jerking me back upright, and my orgasm picked up as if it had never slowed. Another tongue on my other nipple, intensifying the feeling. Soft hands wrapping around me from behind, grasping the bottoms of my breasts and squeezing them softly. A nuzzle at my neck, familiar scent, different technique. Must be Angel's body. Six hands groped me, all of them sensual and causing jolts of pleasure at the slightest touch. It was all too much, my mind lost cohesion for an indetermined time until finally I was able to gasp out "oh God.. please... no more... it's great... but I can't breathe!" and they let me roll over on my side, off of Angel and onto the rest of the couch. When the room stopped throbbing, I sat up on my elbow, eyeing all three of them quizzically. Mira shrugged and said "Seemed like the thing to do at the time. Any regrets?" "Wish I had made myself more durable, is all." Everyone laughed, and in mid-laugh, Angel and Jag trembled just slightly, and the tone of both of their laughs changed. Angel's body reached down and kissed me deeply. "I'm back. Thanks for the amazing fuck!" she said, still sounding faintly British. She sat down and pulled me up to sit in front of her with my back to her chest, her arms and legs wrapping around me and holding me in a warm embrace. "Hey luv," Jag said to Mira, "ready to go again? I... hey! This accent is going to become mainstream if we all have it!" he said in a now-familiar faintly British accent. "Well, I'm still accent-free and I'd like to keep it that way," I said, "so keep that beautiful cock away from me... body swaps seem to make milk-based mental transformations contagious, and now that you're back to being you, I just bet that cock is back to causing swaps!" "Fair enough, honey, though with that body you gave yourself... damn. I'd love to... well now isn't that strange? The picture in my head is the two of us having lesbian sex, with me still a woman. More of this milk-based thing?" I nodded. "'fraid so. I think while Angel was in there, I made your body think it was a British lesbian." Mira laughingly added, "Hawt. I suppose I should feel flattered, at least in part." Angel looked pensive, glancing over my shoulder at Mira, then at Jag, then said in her sexy new accent, "You know that's still on me, right? I think you and Mira are both totally fuckable, but aside from the semi-decent rack, Jag might as well not exist sexually. No offense, Jag." "None taken," he said, "I .. err.. I feel the same way. Although as a guy, that probably isn't anything new. It's just that.. oh hey, weird, in the middle of my train of thought, I suddenly had the urge to have a foursome with all of you, and am ready to thoroughly enjoy being the only cock in the house! I guess it wore off!" Sure enough, his tits had been shrinking while he was talking, and by the end of his sentence he didn't even have the accent anymore. "Well that's a relief," I said, "Didn't want you to spend the rest of your life in therapy... and honestly I think my transform here is going to last a while longer, making that cock look awfully tempting..." Angel playfully smacked me in the side of the head. "Hey, no way. You're all mine, and I have no desire for that cock to get in our way." I could feel her tense and grip me tighter. "Vinnie. Oh my god, Vinnie, I really don't have any desire for that cock... this thing wore off of Jag, but it didn't wear off of me. Listen to my voice! I'm still British! Am I going to be like this permanently?" "Wait, if she's still got that going after hopping out of the body where it was in effect," Jag pondered, "does that mean that I'm going to spend the rest of my life orgasming whenever anyone else in the room does?" "Well, we'll definitely find that one out," Mira said, "but not just yet. I am le tired!" "So take a nap. Then fire ze missiles!" I immediately responded, and we all collapsed in laughter again, thinking back fondly to that old 'End of the World' animation. "Yeah, I guess that's not such a bad affliction to have, Jag. Angel, it might be that all of this will wear off eventually anyway. Even if not, we may be able to use the milk to counteract it; since the effect isn't caused by milk in your system, we should be able to add a different effect rather than just enhance the existing one. I think. Plus, there's always the option of just keeping me female... can't say I don't enjoy this, though I'd probably opt to lose the cock-fetish I currently have, since that's just damned distracting!" "I suppose," Angel replied, "though how long can that last? It's gotta be intermittent, you can't produce more milk while you're a woman, right? I guess we'll just have to wait and see if we can deal with everything this way.' "Seems so." I snuggled back into her embrace. "Let's enjoy the moment, cum what may..." We all sat there, naked and pondering, mentally reliving the best sexual experience any of us had ever had, considering what it would do to our lives. --- === TUESDAY === Those lives had to go on, however, and the next day it was time to head home. Everything had worn off overnight, except Angel's accent and, as we found out in the morning, definitely her sexual orientation as well. That was a bit disheartening for me, since morning wood wasn't going to do much good with nobody to enjoy it. However, we were able to answer at least one question in a reassuring manner... using my morning milk supply, I was able to temporarily revert her to her former 'normal' with the addition of an ample bosom, which killed two birds with one stone: there would be no awkward questions at the airport about her accent, and we had some great sex. Just as Angel reached her climax, we heard a couple loud thumps through the ceiling and a muffled surprised shriek. Angel glanced up at where Mira's room had to be. "Sounds like Jag needs to worry about more than just 'people in the same room'. Maybe he should avoid hotels... or then again, maybe he should stay in them more often." She grinned. We packed up and, having said our goodbyes to Mira and Jag the previous night since their flight was much later than ours, we had a quick early breakfast and left the hotel. Fast forward a couple hours, and we'd driven back to Vancouver, gotten checked in at the airport, had an overpriced lunch at their lounge, and lined up to go through security. I eyed Angel warily as we got closer to the front of the line. We couldn't see who the agents were, but it was obvious that they were doing manual pat-downs behind screens rather than using scanners here. Angel shrugged, "Not like we can panic and leave now without causing a massive fuss. Besides, last time it worked out fine, right?" "Riiight," I said, and waited my turn to go behind the curtain. The agent who patted me down was burly and had massive sideburns and greying hair. He was professional, wasn't remotely androgynous, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Absolutely nothing weird happened, but it still didn't surprise me when Angel grabbed my arm once we had gathered our belongings from the conveyor, and then she frogmarched me over to the bathrooms. She had me scout the men's room, and after verifying that it was empty and nobody was watching, she pulled me inside and into a stall. "Well?" she said, "Anything happen to *you*?" I shrugged. "Nada ting, miss. Guess lightning doesn't strike twice, right?" "Actually," she said, "I heard that once it has struck once, the ionization or something in the air means it is more likely to strike the same place again... could be complete bullshit, but in this case... my agent was named Kelly. Ostensibly a women's groper for the women's line, but one could argue the point after seeing her.. or him.., and guess what she said to me?" Laughing at the mental image this produced, I guessed "Nice cock?" Angel nodded. "But.. you don't have a..." my eyes followed hers down to where she was unzipping her pants. We held our breath, and she slid down her underwear. Everything looked normal! "Are you sure that happened? Wasn't just stress and your brain playing tricks on you?" "I... could have been. But then, your effect only occured when you were horny, right? Let's see." She pulled me down into a warm kiss, and my hand wandered naturally into her open pants, caressing the familiar pussy therein. I wrapped my other arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply as I continued to cup her mound. Just as I had convinced myself that there was nothing out of the ordinary, something firm pressed against my fingers, and we pulled apart and both stared in awe. Her lower lips were spreading apart, and emerging between them was clearly the head of a rather large cock. It looked like snake emerging from its den, and it was rapidly stiffening even as it continued to bring more and more of its length into the open air. The tip swung upwards and climbed up, past her clit, towards her belly button, stopping just short, quivering with anticipation. She gasped as she touched it gingerly. "That's... wow. I wonder what this one does?" -TO BE CONTINUED- ============================== So there you have it. I have ideas for a continuing story that expands upon the final scene here, and probably ends up going into some weirder transformations. I tried to keep this story mostly "normal" in the transformations, at least right up until the end. Will the next part see the light of day? Probably. But life is busy and I don't know when I will have time to get to it. It may also depend on the feedback I get for this story. If you want to tell me it's awesome, or that I suck, or that I'm awesome but the story sucks, or whatever, you can feel free to email me at kwhite24601@live.com. Please put "BEstory" in the subject line so it doesn't go to spam. ==============================