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A Tradition of Change by Tanya Sissipus * * * "Mmmmm, that was nice." Reluctantly breaking away from his kiss, Candace sighed contentedly. "You've been really, really sweet lately." Chuckling softly, Lee took her in his arms and ran his hands through her long, blonde hair. "Hey," he told her, "It's easy when I'm with you." The truth of the matter was, he had been feeling just a little different lately. It was nothing he could put his finger on - just a feeling at the back of his mind. Cradling her warm, sweet-smelling self against his shoulder, he kissed her softly atop the head, needing no words to express his love. At just over six feet tall and somewhere around 270 pounds, Lee certainly didn't fit the typical Chinese stereotype. Sure, he had the tan skin, black hair, and brown eyes - but he was very much an American boy at heart. Not only was he an ex-scholastic athlete, a college student, and a fraternity brother, but his girlfriend was as American as apple pie. "Don't you have a class in the morning?" Candace asked a while later. "Nope." Smiling, Lee released her from his embrace, sorry to see the night end. "But you do. A lab assignment, if I'm not mistaken." Flashing her brilliant white smile, she said "Oh, those geeks can get by without me." Candace was a good student - could have been a great student - but held herself back. Like so many others, she had fallen victim to the ideals and opinions of those around her. As beautiful as she was, she had learned early in life that the smart kids - the browners - were never the most popular. And she sooo wanted to be popular. "Come on, you know you enjoy it." He hated it when she slipped into her 'dumb blonde' mode, especially since he knew what she was capable of. As they became more comfortable with one another, she was slowly learning to just be herself, but he still wished she would drop the act altogether. "Do you really think any guy wants to settle down with an airhead?" With a scowl, he said "Sure, they may be good for a night on the town, but-" Not wanting to argue, Candace pressed her lips against his, stopping his words with her tongue. It didn't take long for him to return the kiss, but as passionate as it was, she missed the rougher, more forceful technique of past boyfriends. She would never tell him - it would be a blow to his masculine pride - but he kissed like, well, a girl. "Okay, I think that's enough." Gasping, she pulled away, but allowed his firm hand to remain on her breast. She loved the way he gently kneaded the soft, ivory flesh, playfully rubbing his thumb across her nipples. "Walk me home?" Letting him help her to her feet, she wrapped his arm back around herself, content to enjoy his touch for a few minutes longer. Finally, they ended their night with a brief kiss goodnight, both aware that anything longer would mean neither of them making it to class tomorrow. * * * Swish, swish, swish - spit! Still tasting the minty flavour, Lee wiped the excess toothpaste from his lips and smiled. "Hmm," he murmured, rubbing his chin, "Looks like we can get away without that tonight." Actually, it had been close to a week since he had last needed a shave. For some people, that was nothing unusual, but he was used to running the old electric razor across his face three or four times a week. "Must be all that healthy crap Candace has you eating," he chuckled to himself. Giving himself one last glance, he called "Bathroom's free!" and headed off to bed. He idly wondered if anyone else had noticed his recent clean-shaven look, but didn't really dwell on it. Instead, he tossed his shirt on the back of the door - not even noticing the fact that his Playboy centerfold had disappeared - and slapped at the light on his way past. * * * "All right, I'll head inside and see if I can't get some information out of those mercenaries we passed." "No. Let Lee go." Grinning, Lance poked his best friend in the ribs and joked "Why bully, when you can persuade, eh?" "You really think they're gonna talk to a cleric? Hell, I'll be lucky if they don't kick my elven ass out the door." Usually, he got right into their weekly gaming sessions, but just didn't seem interested tonight. "Shit, with a body like yours, they ain't even gonna notice the ears." Grabbing a Coke from the fridge, Dave told him "Just take out your dagger, make a few slits in your robes, and you're all set." "What?" Jumping up out of his chair, Lee challenged "Is that another fat joke?" "Hey, cool down, bud." Always the peacemaker, Lance suggested "Let's just stay in character, okay?" A little shorter and in better shape than Lee, Lance was much what you would expect in a Chinese-American boy. Easy going but not afraid to defend himself - or a friend - he was good to have around. Scowling, Lee sat back down, looking over his character sheet to see what he had missed. Suddenly, he smiled, realizing he'd been set up. "Funny, guys, really funny." Reaching for an eraser, he asked "When did you make me a chick, huh?" "Shit, you always play a chick, moron." Adjusting his glasses, the DM pleaded "Can we get back to the game now, please?" Rolling a black die around in the palm of his hand, he warned "Unless you get some help, that Lich is gonna kick some major ass." Bewildered, the dark-haired young man had no idea how to respond to that. He wanted to accuse them of taking the joke a bit too far, but nobody was laughing. Suddenly uncomfortable - as if he were among strangers - he nervously reached down to snatch his binder from beneath the table. As he flipped angrily through the pages, he whispered softly. "Son of a bitch." Every character in the book was a woman - with the carefully chosen skills and proficiencies to match. It was wrong - he had never seen these characters in his life - but there was no denying that it was all in his handwriting! "Shar'alith?" Slumping his shoulders, Dave yelled "Lee! Pay attention." Tossing a six-sided die his way, he challenged "Fuck, you gonna join us in the tavern, or what?" Lee just shook his head and stuffed the elf into his binder. Slamming it shut, he replied "Sorry, guys, but I gotta go." "Come on." Grabbing his sleeve, Lance said "We've barely been at it half an hour. Stick around." He wanted to explain, but didn't understand it himself. He'd been feeling uneasy for a while now, but lately things had been getting downright strange. "I've got an essay due in the morning," he lied weakly. He hated doing it - especially to his friends - but he just wasn't feeling himself. "See you guys later." Watching him go, the others just shook their heads and returned to the game. * * * "Oh, yes, yes - right there!" Tossing and turning on her bed, Candace passionately urged her lover on. Unable to resist, she thrust her fingers into his short, black hair and pulled him even closer. "Oh, fuck, Lee, Lee, Lee!" Softly and tenderly, he stroked her inner thighs as he ate her to yet another orgasm. After refusing her for so long, he had to admit he was enjoying himself. Her soft, moist pussy didn't taste at all like what he had expected, and her musky scent was actually somewhat arousing. If the topic of sex had been a family taboo, then oral sex had been nearly a criminal offence. Sure, he enjoyed it when she sucked him off, but had always shied away from returning the favour. "Oh shit, oh yes, lick it just like that, nice and hard!" Panting, the beautiful young woman reluctantly removed one hand from his head and began playing with her breasts. "Sooo goood, soooo goood. Do you like eating my pussy, huh? Does Candace taste good?" Nodding, Lee looked up above her hairy mound and flashed his approval with his eyes. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he gently pried her lips open as far as they would go, allowing himself a long look at the pink treasure beneath. "Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?" he asked, grinning. "I bet my soft, wet, mouth muscle would feel really nice." "Yes, fuck me, fuck me with your tongue." Feeling nasty, she brought her legs back as far as she could, her knees resting next to her breasts. As she watched her boyfriend go in for the final feast, her only regret was that they didn't have a mirror above the bed so she could watch it all. She'd never been such a slut before, but the more Lee gave in to her requests, the more she wanted things her way. She'd never had a boyfriend like this before, but she was liking it - a lot! Lee's first taste of deep pussy was nothing he had expected but everything he had hoped. Instead of confirming his darkest fears - after all, a woman's pussy was a multi-use organ, producing blood, piss AND cum - he had discovered a new taste sensation. As he noisily slurped away, really grinding his face into her crotch, he was almost able to forget why he'd gone down on her in the first place. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, unnnnnnhhhhhuuuuhhhh, aaaaiiiieeeeee!" No longer caring who heard their screams, Candace squealed in delight as the pleasant waves of orgasm washed over her. Snapping her legs around Lee's tan face, she humped him frantically. Her pussy was so moist, she was half-afraid she'd open her legs only to find he had drowned. Fortunately, from the way he kept licking and sucking, he didn't seem to mind a bit. Finally exhausted - and oddly content - the young Chinese man crawled up the bed and collapsed beside her. "I'm really sorry," he said a while later to break the awkward silence between them. "Nothing like this has ever happened-" "Shhh." Pressing a sweaty finger to Lee's sweaty lips, Candace assured him "It happens to everyone, at one time or another. Besides," she added with a wink, "If you had been . . . well, able . . . we would have missed out on all this." He had to admit she was right, but still felt like a failure. Dammit, bored old men had trouble getting it up, not horny young college students. Alone, his equipment problems might not have concerned him, but too many odd things had been happening to him lately. He wasn't worried - not yet - but it was a growing concern. The only thing that gave him any comfort was the fact that nobody else seemed to have noticed. Of course, that could mean he was losing his mind, but that was a possibility he had no wish to explore. "Yeah, I know," he smiled. "Then what's wrong?" Raising herself up on one arm, Candace asked "What's on your mind, really?" Turning his attention back to the present, he said "Just trying to decide if I should take a shower before heading home, or stay with you a while longer." "Head home?" Frowning, she asked "You got another hot date you haven't told me about?" Playfully tugging his nipple, she whispered "I miss you when you're not here. I love falling asleep in your arms." "Huh?" Confused, he had to admit he did enjoy the feel of her snuggling closer. The only problem was, he'd never been able to sleep in anyone else's bed - never. "You like sleeping in my arms?" he asked. "Of course, Lee." Kissing him softly, she reminded him "How many times do I have to tell you that? Isn't a few mornings a week enough for you?" "Ah, yeah . . . I, ah, just like to hear you say it." Too tired - and too afraid - to argue, he settled down beside her, already dreading the morning. Less than five minutes later, they were both asleep, comfortable in each other's arms. * * * "Hey! Asshole!" Vaulting over the bannister, the hulking jock landed right in Lee's way, blocking him from entering the kitchen. "In case you hadn't noticed, this is a fraternity." Poking the smaller man in the chest, he growled "That means members only." "Yeah, funny Stuart." Thirsty - and in no mood for games - Lee tried to squeeze past the sweaty senior. "I'm trying to tell you to get lost, moron." With his hands on his hips, there was no way anybody was getting past him. "Now, you gonna leave, or do I have to call down some friends." This was not happening, this was not happening. At least, that's what he told himself. Not only was Lee a member of the fraternity, but Stuart had been the one to initiate him. Sure, practical jokes were par for the course with these guys, but something told him that the jock was dead-serious. "You don't know me, do you?" "Nope. And I don't wanna know you." "Shit." Lee opened his mouth to argue, but decided it wasn't worth wasting his breath. Dejected, he spun on his heel and stalked out the front door, well aware that he would never return. It might still be a colossal joke - he wanted it to be - but there was no way he was going to face the pain of going through it all again. As much as he wanted to be wrong, he didn't want to be proven right. * * * "Can I help you?" "Oh no - not again." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lee asked "Isn't this Mr. Sheldon's seminar?" "Yes, it is," the middle-aged woman replied, "But I don't recall you being a part of it." He wanted to scream that he had been a part of it every week for the past three months, but couldn't summon the courage. Looking desperately around the room for some sign of recognition, he was met only with blank stares, scowls, and snickers. Without a word, he turned and headed angrily back down the hall. "You're losing it," he told himself, "You've gone off the deep end." Letting himself into the registrar's office, he tossed his student card to the secretary. "Can I have a new schedule?" he asked. Shrugging nervously, he lied "Seem to have lost mine." Nodding, the pretty grad student scurried off to fulfil his request. "At least I'm still a student," he sighed, leaning on the desk. "I hope." However, while he waited for her to return, Lee couldn't escape the nagging suspicion that something was wrong here too. Finally, it hit him - he was leaning casually against the edge of the counter, when he would usually have to bend over and rest on his elbows. Standing back, he measured the height of the desk, coming to the inescapable conclusion that he had lost a good four inches off his height. Impossible, yes, but it had happened. "Here you are." Smiling, the red-haired woman handed him back his card along with a new schedule. "If you don't hurry," she warned politely, "You'll be late for class." Thanking her, Lee rushed out the door, unfolding the computer printout on the way. Quickly running his finger down the side, he looked to see what Thursdays had in store for him now. "What the fuck?" Scowling, he spun on his heel and marched right back into the registrar's office where he slammed the schedule down on the counter. "Can I help you?" Obviously not impressed with his rudeness, the secretary asked "Is there a problem?" "That's NOT my schedule." Still typing away, she looked over and visually compared the piece of paper to Lee's student id card. "Sorry," she corrected him, "But I'm afraid it is." He wanted to scream, but forced himself to remain calm. "It is not my schedule," he repeated softly. "I'm majoring in Criminal Justice - Criminal Justice, got it?" Stabbing a stubby finger at the page, he declared "I've never taken an aesthetics course in my life! Never mind shorthand, feminist theory, business typing, or goddamned personal assistant training!" "I'm sorry, but that IS your schedule." Losing patience, she warned "Are you going to leave, or do I have to call campus security?" She had her hand on the phone before he could even think of responding. With a final curse, Lee ripped the schedule from her hands and stalked angrily out the door. He wasn't going to let this beat him, he vowed. He would find out what the hell was going on and fix it - all of it. * * * "Oh give me just the tiniest little break!" Struggling out of the way too-tight sweatshirt, Lee hurled it across the room is frustration. Over the past few months he had lost weight and height (not to mention his mind), but rather than being too loose, all his clothes fit skin-tight. Dammit, he liked his stuff big and loose! Sure, it helped to hide his growing - make that shrinking - gut, but it was more a matter of comfort than anything else. "Just put something on and buy a few new shirts after class," he told himself. Since nothing fit, he just grabbed a T-shirt at random and squeezed into it. Blue, worn, and tighter even that the sweater, it would have to do for now. He let a weary sigh escape his swollen lips, but that was the only concession he was willing to make. Shuffling across the purple carpet - which SHOULD have been a dirty grey - he grabbed his comb and stopped in front of the mirror. It too had changed - acquiring an ornamental golden frame - but at least it still worked. "Time for another freakin' haircut," he scowled at his reflection. Why his hair had been growing so quickly was just another mystery, but at least it was one that a decent pair of scissors could take care of. "Good enough." As the young Chinese man turned to grab his gymbag, he froze in horror. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his profile in the mirror - including his absurdly swollen chest! He was afraid to touch it - that would mean proving its existence - but he did take a good, long look. Lee wasn't exactly an expert on women's fashion - after all, he'd only been taking fashion design for a couple weeks - but even he could tell it was a B-cup or better straining against the thin cotton. Could that be why the shirt felt so tight? Was this all some simple medical problem, an allergy to something? He wanted to believe it, but a swollen chest didn't explain the tight pants, smaller shoes, or any of the other things that had been happening. "Fuck it. I don't care if I'm late for class - I'm stopping at the campus store and buying the biggest damn shirts they have." Shoving a shaking hand into his pocket, he left his books on the floor and rushed out the door. * * * "Mmm, not bad." Licking his lips, Lee muttered "Not bad at all." Chewing idly on the end of his pen, he followed the guest lecturer with his eyes as the young man paced the room. Not hearing a word that was being said, the Lee admired the man's bulging biceps, quivering thighs - and the erotic bugle in his pants. Andrew Smith had been one of the school's top basketball players until blowing out his knee. Now, in addition to pursuing a degree in Law, he gave regular talks on self defence to the more predominantly female faculties. Actually, he had been a little surprised to find Lee amongst the students that morning, but the female students seemed to accept him as one of them. For that reason, he had decided not to ask the young man if he would like to leave. As Andrew called upon a short blonde to assist him in one of his demonstrations, Lee found himself wishing he had sat closer to the front. "That could have been me," he sighed, watching the man clutch his volunteer about the waist. Echoing the thoughts of more than a few girls in the room, he silently wondered if Andrew offered any after-class tutoring. Smiling, the young man began thrusting the pen in and out of his mouth, sucking softly upon the warm plastic. In his mind, it was a monstrously long, ivory penis gliding across his lips, its fleshy head scraping across his teeth. Closing his eyes, Lee sighed, really sucking now. In and out, in and out - if they had been alone, he would have dropped to his knees and begged Andrew to fuck his face. Again and again, he imagined the hard, throbbing cock invading his mouth, tilting his head back to take the hardness into his throat. "Ohhhh." Tuning out everything and everyone around him, he let his free hand trail down to rub gently against his tender, swollen chest. Wishing his imaginary cock would explode and give up its cum, he began rubbing harder, pinching his nipples in time with the thrusting of the pen. Finally, as his dream lover reached the moment of climax, Lee sucked the plastic tube in as far as he could. Smiling, he was rewarded with a sudden gush of liquid, coating his tongue and teeth with its sticky residue. "Oh, shit!" Cursing, he suddenly tossed the pen away, spitting a generous gob of blue ink onto the empty seat next to him. Waving an apology to the class, he raced for the bathroom, gagging on the disgusting substance in his mouth. "Augghh." Disgusted, he spat another mouthful of blue water into the sink, somewhat relieved to see that it wasn't as dark as the last time. Another few mouthfuls, and the water was finally clear. Staring at the reflection of his blue-stained mouth, Lee realized he was shaking. "What were you thinking?" he asked. Unfortunately, the question only served to open his mental floodgates, exposing him to the shameful memory of his kinky daydream. He may have always been the odd member of the family, but he had never been gay. "Then how do you explain it?" he demanded of his reflection. "What the hell happened?" Thinking back upon it all, he felt absolutely nothing for the tall, muscled athlete - but the evidence was there just the same. Worried, he accidentally brushed against his inflamed nipple, just now remembering how good they had felt. Pulling his shirt tight against himself, Lee was shocked to find that it had become as tight as the ones he had thrown out just a few days ago. Even worse, he could no longer pass off the swelling in his chest as that of an overweight man. What he sported now were not A- cups, or even B-cup breasts, but glorious C-cups! Refusing to deal with any of it, he decided to head home and sleep it off - whatever IT was. * * * "Yeah? Well just fuck off!" Slamming the door behind him, Lee hurled his keys across the road and into the bushes. He'd gone home to get some sleep, only to find his room had been completely redecorated - again. And, as if that hadn't been bad enough, there was some ugly, fat Italian guy sleeping in it! Whatever cruel prank was being played upon him, he most certainly didn't like it. "Why - why would they do this to me?" Sulking, he sat down on the curb and rested his chin in his hands. "The others I can understand, but even Lance has turned against me." Actually, it had been his former best friend who had dropped the bombshell that he no longer lived in the house. He had admitted to knowing Lee - if not well - but claimed to have no idea where he lived or whom he usually hung out with. And this from his best friend, no less! Lost and alone, he decided to look up his sister and see if he could stay with her for the night. He just didn't have the strength to search around for his new home - assuming this prank had left him with one. Hopefully, things would be better tomorrow, but he was having a hard time swallowing even that. * * * "Yeah?" Clearly angry, his sister sounded even worse than she had on the phone. At first he had figured it was just a cold, but now he wasn't so sure. "Who is it?" she asked from the other side of the door, her voice sounding far deeper than normal. "It's Lee." Banging his fist against the door, the young man pleaded "Jennifer, you've gotta let me in!" "Prove it." He thought he detected a note of fear in her voice, but it was probably just his nerves. "You don't fucking sound like my brother." "Come on. Let me in, Jen." "I said to prove it. I ain't opening this door until I know it's you." Lee sighed, forcing himself to dredge up memories from their past. He needed something, some secret that nobody else could even know. "I've got it!" First checking to make sure nobody else was within earshot, he asked "Remember the family picnic when you got your first period?" "Yeah, and so did half the town when dad found my bloody panties. He was sure I'd been raped or beaten or something." Backing a few steps from the door, she yelled "Doesn't prove a damn thing." "No, but this should." Lee leaned in close to the door before saying "I was the one who stole the pads from Auntie's purse for you. You were too embarrassed to ask mom, so you got me to-" "Lee!" Jennifer ripped the door open, grabbed her brother by the shoulder and pulled him inside. Then, slamming the door behind him, she raced back into the darkened dorm room before he could even blink. "On the phone, you said you weren't feeling well. Have you had anything strange happen to you lately?" A high-pitched, almost hysterical laugh was his only response. Finally, tears in his eyes and completely out of breath, he gasped "Yeah, you could say that." "How did you find me, Lee?" Still unwilling to show herself, she stood facing the wall as she asked "Who told you I was here?" There was a faint tone of accusation in her voice, but he was in no condition to pick up on it. "You weren't in your room," he shrugged, "So I just kept asking around until somebody told me where you were." A half-smile on his face, he teased "You shacking up with somebody?" As horrible as his life had become lately, teasing his sister was comfortably familiar to him - something he desperately needed right now. "Mom and Dad aren't gonna be thrilled to know you're living in a co-ed dorm." Almost too softly to be heard, she said "They won't mind." "Oh?" Leaning back against the cream-coloured wall, he added "You really think so?" "Yes." Scowling, she spun around and let her brother get his first, good look. "They won't mind, because YOU are my roommate!" "Jennifer?" Frightened, the shrinking Chinese man backed up against the wall and fumbled with the lightswitch. Finding it, he exposed the two of them to the harsh, fluorescent glare, gasping in shock just a moment before she did the same. His sister was very much average for the family, standing slightly more than 5 feet tall, weighing about 100 pounds, with a pleasant - if not stunning - figure. At least, that's how he remembered her. The woman standing before him was a good four inches taller, 30 to 40 pounds heavier, with no breasts to speak of, narrow hips, and some good muscle tone. If it wasn't for the very, very faint traces of hair on her chin and cheeks, she would have made a great Amazon on an episode of Xena. "Shit! What the hell happened to you?" It was only then that the significance of not having shaved in weeks really hit him. "Oh, Lee - I'm so sorry." Hugging him close, she cried "I didn't know it was happening to you, too." Jennifer almost had to lean down to hug her brother, which was bizarre because HE should have been 10 inches taller than HER. What's more, she found herself easily wrapping her arms about his body, guessing from the feel that he had lost close to a hundred pounds. She would have asked how he could have missed the difference, but knew from her own experience that their clothing was somehow altering to fit their bodies. She stood back for a minute and held her brother at arms' length in order to get a really good look. Even if his size had remained constant - which, of course, it hadn't - there were changes in his face that anyone who knew him would have noticed. At least, SHOULD have noticed. His complexion was much paler; his cheekbones were higher and more defined; his nose had narrowed a bit; his eyes had brightened considerably; his eyebrows were much finer and lighter than before; and, except for his sideburns, he had no facial hair to speak of. "I'm such an ass," she choked out a few seconds later. "Just thinking of myself." "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Frustrated, he felt like someone who had just walked into the middle of a bad slasher movie. Following his sister to the mirror, he cried out "No! It can't be!" The person in the mirror was kind of cute, in a tomboyish way, but it wasn't him. He (she?) was too short, too skinny, her hair was too long on her head (and missing from everywhere else), and she had tits! Of course, Lee had noticed all these things before, but never all at once. Each time something strange appeared or disappeared, he had done his best to explain it away or just forget it. To see all the changes at once, especially with Jennifer there to contrast them, was overwhelming. "Fuck, please say it-" Slipping a hand down into his pants, Lee was shocked to find his cock missing. If there had been a pussy in its place, he could have dealt with that, but there was nothing - just smooth skin stretching right back to the crack of his ass. With a tiny cry of despair, he fainted, never knowing how fortunate he was that Jennifer was there to catch him in her unusually powerful arms. * * * "Mmmm." Moaning, Lee opened his eyes and smiled. Candace was lying, naked, beside him and grinding her body against his own. Even though he remembered the days when he'd just HAD to sleep alone, it hadn't taken long before he'd come to enjoy this. "That feels good," he smiled. Suddenly, the smiled dropped off his face as he realized it wasn't Candace, but Jennifer - his sister! "Get away," he shrieked, "We can't be doing this!" "We must, we have to." Kissing her brother's soft, full lips, Jennifer wrapped her arms about his waist and rolled atop him. "Just let it happen, Lee." As she clawed at his back and forced his thighs apart with her knee, she told him "The . . . changes began coming faster and faster since you showed up, and even faster whenever we touched." With a triumphant grin, she finally slipped between his legs. "There's nothing we can do." He knew it was wrong - the most forbidden act he could conceive of - but found himself unable to argue. It was as if the two of them were linked physically, mentally, and emotionally. Everything she had said was true - he felt it in his soul. Concentrating hard for a moment, he realized that the strange sensations which had awakened him were more bizarre than he could have imagined. It wasn't possible, but he was privy to his sister's thoughts and feelings. He was touching her and being touched himself, but was both object and subject of those feelings. Not only that, but he was smelling, tasting and hearing them both - at the same time! "Doesn't it feel good?" she asked, roughly caressing his swelling breasts. Taking a huge slab of D-cup flesh into that palm of her hand, she sighed "Isn't it fantastic?" "Ohhhh." Kneading her firm, fleshy ass, Lee groaned against her lips and nodded. "It's like I'm kissing and being kissed, feeling and being felt, fucking and being fucked at the same time." Rolling sideways, he held his sister even tighter, now grinding back and humping himself against her. No matter how wrong his brain said this all was, his body was in control. "Feel . . . feel down below," she laughed huskily, her voice already deeper than his had ever been. "Feel what's happening." "Holy shit!" Snatching his hand back so fast he banged his elbow on the headboard, the young Chinese man shook his head in disbelief. It was as if the two of them were joined at the waist, with no clear separation between them! It wasn't as if they had both grown a cock AND pussy, allowing them to be inside each other. It was something deeper and stranger than that. "That's so wrong," he gasped, "So disgusting." Wiggling a finger up her ass, he added with a grin "So fucking awesome!" The two of them lay like that for most of the night, at times feeling as one, and at other times feeling like completely different people. They could feel the transformations happening inside them, but their fear was no match for the hormones and adrenaline flooding their systems. Whatever it was felt so good, they wouldn't have been able to stop if they had wanted to. And, the longer the night stretched on, the less they wanted to. Finally, as the first bright glimmer of sunlight crept in the window, Lee and Jennifer sensed the end was near. Holding each other as close as they could, they locked lips and made one more lust-filled, erotic thrust against the other. Then, in a moment of passion they could never hope to recapture again, they climaxed HARD. The entire world seemed to explode in a kaleidoscope of colour as Lee came inside his sister and Jennifer came inside him. In complete disregard for the laws of human anatomy, her semen was flooding his womb at the same time his was flooding hers! "Aiiiiieeeee!" Squealing with delight, Lee locked his legs around his sister, never wanting the moment to end. All the suffering, confusion, fear and agony no longer mattered. As he felt his world go slowly blank, he realized he would do it all again just to feel what he was experiencing at that second. "Fuccckkkk yeahhhhhh!" Grunting with ecstasy, Jennifer dug her hand into his back, maintaining consciousness for only a fraction of a second longer. Rather than reminiscing on what had brought them to this point, she was already plotting ways to try and recapture the incredible moment. Ultimately, brother and sister - or, sister and brother - fell asleep in each other's arms, not knowing or caring what their waking hours would reveal. * * * "Won't you come in for a minute?" Smiling sweetly, Leigh tossed her long, black hair over her shoulder and beckoned her new friend inside. "Come on," she teased, "You know you want me." "You little slut." Shaking his head in disbelief, Phil followed the little Chinese woman inside, unable to believe his luck. He'd had his eye on the short, voluptuous girl for more than a semester, but had no idea why he'd waited so long to ask her out. He was definitely not shy, but whenever he tried to remember why, all he could think was that the time hadn't been right. Had he known the real reason - that Leigh had been a boy until a week ago - shyness would have been the least of his problems. "Mmm, you like?" Waving her arms proudly, Leigh showed off her new bedroom to her guest. When she and Jennifer - Gene, she reminded herself - had awakened a week earlier, the drab grey carpet and cream-coloured walls had been gone, replaced by a thick peach carpet and baby blue paint. Their beds, their closets, even their shelves in the medicine cabinet had all swapped places. Whatever had come over them had been complete, ensuring everything in their lives fit their new identities. "Sure do," the tall man grinned. His faint Canadian accent had marked him as different from day one, but this petite slut seemed to love it. "And the room's not bad either." Laughing, he watched as her pretty little ass sashayed across the floor, her yellow, fleshy cheeks showing beneath the short pink skirt. "Flattery will get you everywhere, hon." Giggling, Leigh put on some soft music and danced over to her date. "Would you like to undress me, or shall I strip for my man?" "You think I'm gonna wait for that?" Laughing, Phil ripped off her tight red sweater, revealing the huge globes of flesh beneath. Leigh had come out of the transformation with huge, firm DD-cup breasts, quickly finding herself one of the most popular girls on campus. "You mean that's what they look like WITHOUT a bra?" Amazed, he just had to reach out and take the wonders in his hands. "Ohhh . . . yes . . . squeeze them . . ." Wiggling out of her skirt, the young woman groaned in pleasure. It had only been a week, but already she could hardly remember the man she had been. The thing was, it no longer mattered to her. She was a girl, a slut, and a tease - and she loved it! "My turn," she giggled a while later. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped her lover's pants with her teeth, poking his briefs aside with her tongue. "Oh, my!" Freeing his huge, swollen member she began to drool in anticipation. This would be the fourth cock she'd sucked since her rebirth, but by far the biggest. "If you cum in my pretty mouth," she pouted, "Does that mean you won't cum in my pussy?" "Nah, just means I'll last longer." Growling playfully, he reached down and slowly wrapped Leigh's ponytail around his fist. Her hair had stayed black - just as Gene's had - but had developed tons of body, a lustrous shine, and now trailed down to her waist. Although she liked to just let it flow over her shoulders and down her back, she loved sitting before the mirror and styling it even more. "Come on, you little cunt. Open wide." Using the ponytail as a handle, he pulled Leigh's head back and rammed his cock inside her hot, willing mouth. "Mmmm, unnghhh, mmmmm." Eyes closed, Leigh sucked for all she was worth, thrilling at the feel of so much meat inside her mouth. Phil was fucking her face with short, powerful strokes - just how she liked it. Slipping her hands down into her cunt, she shoved three fingers of one hand inside to feel the sticky cum left by Bob, and diddled her clit with the other. How her brother could have resisted this, how he could have been satisfied with anything less than his feminine best, was so far beyond her as to be a crime. "Shitttt . . . don't suck so hard." Panting, the college's biggest basketball celebrity slowed his fucking, not yet ready to cum. "I'm not gonna last much longer if you don't-" Suddenly, throwing his head back, he groaned, filling the little Chinese girl's mouth with his sperm. "Sllluurpp, sluuckkk, accckkk." Grabbing her lover's ass, Leigh held him tight, milking every last drop out of his cock that she could. No matter what, she wasn't going to let this rare treat go to waste. Finally, reluctantly swallowing the final, hot, greasy load, she freed the fleshy monster and grinned. "More, sir?" she giggled, licking the tip of his cock. "Whew!" Picking up the small but heavy frame, Phil carried her across the room and dumped her on the bed. "What's say I return the favour, then we can fuck some?" Smiling, she bit her tongue, nodded, and watched him lie down between her legs. Maybe he wouldn't notice - she hoped he wouldn't notice - but she suspected it would be the briefest bout of cunnilingus he'd ever performed. Unfortunately - as much as she had wished otherwise - she was right. "Son of a-" Spitting onto the floor, he grabbed a handful of sweaty bedsheets and wiped his mouth. "You've got some guy's load in there," he complained. "I ain't eating that shit!" "Your loss, lover." Shrugging, Leigh spread her legs wide and invited "Come and fuck, baby." Blowing him a kiss, she whispered "It's just a little extra lubrication." That, Phil could deal with. Placing the head of his semi-hard cock against her cute little hole, he asked "Do you want it?" "Yes!" "Do you want my cock?" "Please!" "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, yes, fuck me!" Damn, he loved doing this. He'd get the little bitch good and horny, then slam every inch home with one powerful thrust. "You really want it?" "Fuck yes!" "What if I split you in half? Aren't you afraid?" "Fuck meeeee!" "You're sure, eh?" Just as Leigh opened her mouth to answer, she got her wish. "Yeahhhh!" Like a hot knife through butter, the eight-inch cock slipped inside her cunt, sliding easily through the cum left behind by her afternoon lover. Smiling, she began clenching her pussy muscles around her new man, knowing he'd love the feeling as much as she did. Phil fucked his little Chinese beauty for close to half an hour, forced to play with her tits since she was too short for him to suck them comfortably. For breasts that big, they were incredibly firm - almost like implants. However, he'd slept with enough girls to know the difference, and the fact that they were real turned him on even more. Finally, tiring, he gave her a few quick, hard thrusts and urged his body to end it. "Ohhh, un-huh, un-huh!" Scissoring her legs shut around him, Leigh luxuriated in the feel of his seed splashing against her insides, half-afraid and half-hoping she'd get to experience the thrills of pregnancy. Again and again he came, shooting so much cum into her tiny twat, she could feel it leaking out to run down her ass. "Yes, that feels soooo gooood!" Pulling his limp cock from its warm, wet home, the Canadian boy dipped a hand inside and scooped up a generous helping of cum. Then, giving his date a quick kiss goodnight, he rubbed it all over her face and smiled. While he got dressed for home, he was treated to a show of the little bitch licking herself clean. He'd definitely have to see her again. * * * "Ah, Gene?" Looking up from his morning snack, he asked "Don't you knock?" "Fuck off. I heard you and Sharon going at it all night long." Shrugging, Leigh said "Only difference now is that the lights are on." "Yeah, and you diddling yourself to half a dozen orgasms was a coincidence?" Laughing, the once-plain, half-white girl playfully tossed her damp panties at her future sister-in-law. "Gene, I'm serious." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she adjusted her nightie and held up a thick brown envelope from home. "Is that from mom and dad?" he asked. Wiping the sweat from his bare, glistening scalp, Gene scowled "You didn't tell them, did you?" She considered teasing her brother for a moment, but something told her this wasn't the time. "No." Looking awkwardly at Sharon, she said "I didn't tell them . . . about ANY of it." "Good." Giving his girlfriend - once just best-friend - a last lick, Gene sat down next to his brother. Wrapping a thick, hairy arm about her tiny waist, he asked "Well, you gonna open it, or what?" Ripping open the envelope, Leigh found a second envelope full of pictures, plus a letter. Taking that first, she opened it and read: Leigh/Gene, Your father and I are sorry it had to be like this, but we didn't realize it was finally happening until too late. Doubtless, you have a lot of questions, but I think this letter will answer them. To start with, you are the victims (beneficiaries?) of an ancient curse (gift?) that has been in the family for generations. From what we know, you are at least the 12th generation to suffer (enjoy?) the change, but there may have been more. If you do your duty - as you must - then you will not be the last . . . "What the hell does she mean by that?" Grabbing the pages from his sister, Gene barked "Let me read it." "Hold on a sec." Accepting the fact that she'd never overpower her brother, Leigh let him have the letter. Turning back to face Sharon, she asked "Can we have some privacy please?" Shrugging, the brown-haired girl rolled off the bed and skipped into the bathroom. Waiting for the door to click closed, Gene continued where his sister left off. . . . Nobody understands why or how it happens, but take strength from the knowledge that you are not alone. I was once your father's brother, and he my sister. Similarly, your grandfather was your grandmother's sister, and vice versa. You will surely find the compulsion to reproduce nearly impossible to resist - as we all have - but you need not take it any further. Your father and I were pressured into marriage, but at least we had a choice. As you must realize, our culture does not allow for the shame of a bastard line, so your ancestors had to marry and bring up their children together. You shall be the first generation with a choice - do not take that lightly. The change happens randomly, sometime between the ages of fifteen to twenty-five. Again, we don't know why, but it probably has something to do with the urge to pass the curse (gift?) onto children. The family passes on a good chance for twins, Leigh, but if you and Jennifer have only one child, we must warn you that the compulsion to have another WILL be impossible to resist . . . "Leigh's gonna be a mommy!" Laughing, Gene reached over and tickled his sister's stomach. "Stop it." She wanted to be angry, but just couldn't find it in herself. Pulling her short white nightshirt down to cover herself, she prodded "Keep going." . . . Your father would like to say a few words now. Hey, guys. I know you're probably feeling very strange right now, but it will pass. Once your bodies settle down and your hormones adjust, you will be able to lead a normal life. Also, you're probably worried about your new sexuality, but you will both likely turn out to be bisexual. Of all your ancestral siblings, very few were 'straight' (so to speak) and none were gay. I agree with your mother that you have a major choice to make, but I recommend marriage. You will never meet anyone who understands you nearly so well, and will always feel the physical, sexual attraction you are probably fighting so hard to deny right now . . . "Fuck that." Scowling, the handsome, bald young man informed his sister "Sharon and I are already talking marriage. We've been best friends for years, and with sex . . . well, I ain't giving her up for you." "Fine by me." Lying through her teeth - just as she knew he had done - Leigh replied "You haven't got the equipment to satisfy me anyway - I've had the best." Smiling, she ripped the letter from her brother and finished the rest. . . . Whatever you decide, you must have children, even if you choose to raise them alone, Leigh. For now, just enjoy yourselves, and we'll talk more during the holidays. Good luck, and know we will always love you. Mom and Dad (or Dad and Mom - just a little joke to raise your spirits) "Pretty lame joke." "That's dad for ya." "Shit. Is all that true?" Jumping onto the bed, Sharon laid her head in Gene's lap and grinned. "No kidding - you used to be a girl?" "You fucking bitch!" Startled, Leigh rolled off the bed and winced in pain as she stubbed her chubby little toe. "So much for privacy." "Shut up, Leigh." Worried, Gene looked down into his lover's green eyes and sighed. "You shouldn't have heard that, but you did." Gently stroking her head, he promised "No matter what I was, I love you and don't want to ever let you go." "Fine by me." Giggling, Sharon reached out and pulled Leigh back onto the bed. "This is all so kinky, I love it!" Pulling the startled girl close, she kissed her hard, shoving her tongue into her mouth. "What's say we become a threesome?" she asked, finally coming up for a breath. Leigh and Gene looked at one another, both knowing in their hearts that there was no way they'd be able to refuse. The compulsion - whether it be biological, magical, or something else - demanded that they have children. And, if that had to be, it was unlikely they'd ever find a lover as understanding as Sharon. "Can you handle that?" Gene asked his sister. "Yeah." Nodding, Leigh winked "As long as you don't mind me bringing home a few friends, once in a while." Thinking back on the last few weeks, she added "There's a certain Canadian boy who's stolen my heart." Giggling, she added "Or, at least my twat." Clapping her hands in joy, Sharon pushed her boyfriend down onto the bed and climbed atop his face. "Come on, slowpoke," she giggled. "Sit on your brother's pretty cock, then we can play." Seductively cupping her tiny breasts, she pouted "Or don't you want me?" A beautiful woman, a hard cock, and a mysterious curse - what was she against all that? Smiling, Leigh did as the other girl suggested, immediately loving the full feeling of Gene's tool inside her. Leaning forward, she joined her pretty, multiracial lover in a passionate kiss as they played with each other's breasts. For Leigh, the tiny peaks were arousing in their daintiness, while Sharon was instantly awed by the heavy, swollen globes in her hands. "Mmmm, I wonder, wonder, wonder if they taste as good as they look?" Grinning, Leigh invited "Why don't you find out?" Needing no further encouragement than that, Sharon leaned forward and wrapped her lips around an erect little nipple. Sighing, the cute little Chinese girl held her close, entranced by the sensations. As much as she had come to love the rough, insistent suckling of her recent parade of boyfriends, this was something far better. Men had always been good for a spot of fun, but anyone who could make her feel this good was someone she could come to love. Not that she wasn't enjoying her brother's powerful thrusts upwards into her glistening pussy - she did - she just couldn't see herself ever settling for just that. No matter what Gene might choose for his new life, Leigh knew in her heart that she'd be nothing less than wholly bisexual. * * * "Leigh? Are you okay in there?" "Does it fucking sound like I'm okay?" Huddled over the toilet bowl, she was trying desperately to stop the world from spinning. She had no idea what had happened, except that she'd awakened with a need to be sick. "Shit, it's no wonder she's sick." Sharon forced her way into the bathroom and climbed over Leigh to get to the tub. "The little slut swallowed three loads from your cock last night, and ate another from my pussy before we were done." "Yeah, but can that make you sick?" Gene had never been half the slut his sister was, and had only tasted one load in his life - and reluctantly, at that. Sure, he'd heard all the horror stories as a kid, but really didn't know. "Damn right." Testing the running water with her hand, Sharon grinned suddenly. "I do know a cure though." With that, she reached down and dragged the little Chinese beauty into the tub, sliding the shower door shut behind them. "Some hot water, a little soap, and a lot of lezzie loving cures anything." Already feeling better, Leigh allowed herself a small chuckle. Wrapping her arms about the other girl, she asked "Wash my back, hon?" Gene considered joining them for a minute, but the high-pitched squeal of ecstasy that followed Leigh's request told him he wasn't needed. Through the glass he could see the distorted shadow of Sharon furiously lapping at his sister's cunt, and Leigh sucking on her own tits. As erotic as the scene was, he usually wasn't too horny in the morning anyway. Telling himself that again and again until he almost believed it, he just shrugged and decided to grab some breakfast. * * * "Sharon!" Whining, Leigh pleaded "Suck my tits . . . oh, please, they need it so bad!" Raising her wet, messy face from the other girl's snatch, Sharon considered her options. Right now, she was eating Chinese pussy and licking Chinese cock while brother and sister fucked each other silly. It was fun, kinky, and tasted great. However, now that she had fully come into her bisexuality, those glorious globes were a very big temptation. "Well . . ." "Oh, go ahead," Gene laughed. Ramming his thick, seven-inch monster into his sister's tiny snatch, he knew it wouldn't be long before he came. The three of them spent all their free time in bed, even skipped class on those occasions when things were REALLY hot. As much as he loved being licked while he fucked, he knew he'd be shooting a gooey wad all over someone's tongue in a few minutes anyway. She answered him with a silly grin. "If you insist, hon." Leigh was fun, sure, but it was Gene that Sharon loved. Her every decision was based around what would make him happy, so his permission to enjoy some dyke-fun was all the prompting she needed. Turning herself around on the bed, she dove for the hot, yellow breasts and opened wide. "Oh, yes!" She had only felt the light touch of feminine lips across her nipples, and already Leigh was cumming. She had no idea what was up with her lately, but her tits had become so swollen and sensitive, a wool sweater and no bra could keep her in a perpetual state of orgasmic climax. Her semi-regular morning puke had been a concern for a while, but even that had settled down. And, of course, nobody was complaining about the tits. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" His teeth grinding together, Gene plunged deep inside his sister one final time. "You two sluts are just too much! I'm gonna fucking splatter you good!" "My face, my face!" Leigh squealed. Sharon was quick to follow with "No, mine! Mine!" Although they were sexually competitive, it was a friendly game. So, like always, they found an even better way to compromise. As their mutual lover was withdrawing his cock from its hot, wet prison, Sharon was quickly rolling over to lie beside her sister-in- lust. Then, with cheeks pressed hard together, mouths open wide, and tongues hanging out, they awaited their treat. "Ohhhhhh . . . shhhiiiitttttttt!" Gene collapsed to his knees at the sight, but nothing could have made him lose control of his cock. As he stared down at the two cute little bitches, he released his swollen cockhead and began showering them both with cum. One spurt onto Leigh's cheek, the next across Sharon's left eyelid, the next right into his sister's mouth, the next almost up his girlfriend's nose. Then, finally, he aimed the last few shots right where their cheeks met, already enjoying what he knew would come next. "Mmmm . . . unnnghhhh . . . smmmackkkk . . . sslluuurppp . . ." Leigh had rolled on top of her lesbo lover, and the two were now rubbing their cummy faces all over each other, kissing and licking and sucking each other clean. Many a night ended like this for them, but things had taken a deliciously erotic turn lately. While they kissed, Leigh would hump and rub her tits against Sharon's much smaller mounds, the intensity of the sensations nearly causing her to black out. She was cumming again - HARD - and knew it would be a long, long time before she stopped. "Fuck! You cumming or pissing down there, sis?" Laughing, Gene slapped her on the ass and treated the girls to some kissing of his own. Leigh's cum was dripping down to soak Sharon's already damp cunt, and the glistening lips were just too much to resist. Laying between their legs, he started low, licking his way up and through both pussies before kissing his way back down. He knew they didn't get much pleasure out of it, but he sure as hell loved it! * * * Leigh was sitting alone in the back corner of the bus, balling her eyes out. They had all known this day would come, but she had secretly been hoping her parents were wrong. The bitch of it was, she could probably have lived another few weeks in blissful ignorance, had it not been for her fucking brother. Wiping the tears from her red, bloodshot eyes, she hissed "Damn you, Gene." She slammed her tiny fist against the seat. "Damn you." He had come back from class to find the two girls humping pussies against one another, able to hear their groans from the front door. The tall, strong young man had just stood in the doorway and watched, prepared to come to the rescue and lick their pussies clean afterwards. That is, until they had pulled apart, both covered in blood. It had all been Sharon's - a gift from her monthly friend - but had served to remind Gene that his sister hadn't experienced a period of her own since the change. It had been a little more than two months, and Leigh hadn't suffered through a single pad or tampon. Of course, that could mean only one thing, a fact he had thoughtlessly blurted out as the two girls rode out their respective orgasms. "I don't WANT this." The bus was nearly empty - the only good news she'd received all day - so she was free to cry and complain to her heart's content. Leigh-the- girl couldn't very well visit the same doctor as Leigh-the-boy, so she she'd been forced to go to one of the free clinics just off-campus. It had been a humiliating experience, made even worse by her own stubborn decision to go it alone. Of course, the doctor had confirmed she was pregnant, but she didn't need any test to tell her it was twins. The only question left was how everyone would deal with it. * * * " . . . mmmmmm . . . huh? Leigh?" "Shhh." She wiped the sweaty strands of long black hair from her face and grinned. "Shhh, or you'll wake up Sharon." For the first time in their new relationship, Gene was left speechless. Every night this week, Leigh had insisted on sleeping alone, complaining that she was in no mood for sex. The little beauty was barely showing, but already suffering from near-demonic mood swings. Now, though, she was riding his cock like sex was going out of style, bouncing up and down so fast, her huge breasts were slapping noisily against her flesh. Damn, she looked hot! "What happened to the ice-queen?" "Shut up and fuck me, bro." Growling, she reached down and began clawing at his hairy chest. "I need to be fucked, and you're just the man to do it!" "Fine with me." Gene pulled the pillows down beneath his back so he could sit up and watch. Catching a brief glimpse of the alarm clock - 4:41 in the bloody morning! - he wondered how often she'd be waking him up like this in days to come. Then again, she looked so damn sexy, he really didn't care. "Get ready, darling." Gripping her wide hips with his strong hands, he warned "Time to ride the semen express!" "Oh!" As her brother began lifting her up and yanking her back down, Leigh threw back her head and sighed. She didn't understand the mood swings any more than he did, but now wasn't the time to care. "Sooooo goooood . . . un-huh . . . I fucking love this!" "Christ! You pick the worst times to get horny, you little tramp." Despite her words, Sharon was smiling as she wiped at her sleepy eyes. "I wouldn't mind so much if you'd just wake me up first!" "J-J-J-Join in." Her tits were slapping hard and fast enough to make her stammer as she spoke. "I-I-I-I'll take on . . . all . . . c-c-c-cummers!" As she crawled seductively across the bed, Sharon offered "Mmmm, why don't you let me help with that nasty stutter." The other girl's tits were growing by the day, and she was quickly developing an obsession with them. Instead of dreaming about her Fianc? at night, all she could think of was milking those globes dry. The idea of becoming pregnant herself was a definite turn-off, but a lactating lesbian lover was the ultimate taboo. "Oh, yes! Suck, suck, suck!" "Fuck! Gonna cum, Leigh, gonna cummmmmm!" "Sllooorrrpppp!" With a final thrust upwards, and a last pull downwards, Gene exploded inside his sister's cunt. Maybe it was the early hour, or maybe it was because he'd been denied so long, but he couldn't remember the last time an orgasm had felt this good. As she landed on her brother's cock hard enough to bruise them both, Leigh was seeing stars as her own climax ripped through her body. This was what she had been craving - she just hadn't been able to put her finger on it. Every nerve in her body was on fire, but it was all she could do to remain conscious long enough to enjoy it. Meanwhile, Sharon was slumped across Gene's chest, having been knocked out by a wildy swinging breast. She had been desperately trying to coax out the tiniest drop of white gold, and the fleshy fist had taken her unawares. There would be a nipple- shaped welt on her cheek in the morning, but she'd wear it proudly as a mark of their lust. "Thank you, Gene." Leigh gasped a while later. He gently nudged his girlfriend aside so his sister could collapse onto his hairy chest. "You're more than welcome, hon." Tenderly stoking her luxurious tresses, he joked "Think Sharon will be sorry she missed all the fun?" "Nope." Yawning, she promised "If she does, I'll make it up to her in the morning." With that, she fell asleep atop her brother/lover, content to keep his cock inside her 'til morning. Gene considered carrying her back to the couch, but she just looked too sweet. Kissing her goodnight, he draped one arm over her and wrapped the other about Sharon, drifting off to sleep soon after. * * * "Shhhaaaarrrrooonnnnn . . ." Giggling, Leigh waddled into the bathroom, intending to join her lesbian lover in the tub. "Leigh needs to be all washed, honey." With a seductive wink, she let the pink robe fall from her shoulders, revealing the gigantic breasts and swollen tummy beneath. "Care to help a gal in need?" "Uh, that's all right," she replied. "I'm done anyways." Standing, she wrapped a towel about herself and asked "You want me to leave it, or run some fresh water?" "I want you to join me." With one tiny hand on each side of her stomach, she pouted "I don't wanna be alone . . ." Sharon felt badly about it, but nothing could make her stay in that tub - even if they could have fit comfortably together. At first, Leigh's pregnancy had been fun, adding a new erotic twist to the threesome's lovemaking. However, the more her friend began to show, the less attracted Sharon was to her. "Sorry, but I've . . . gotta make a study date." The lie made her feel even worse, but she didn't want to hurt the other girl's feelings. Leigh had been REALLY moody lately, and she didn't want to be the cause of silly-girlfriend-Leigh being replaced by bitch-goddess-Leigh. "But-" She was alone before the words were even out of her mouth. Sulking, the Chinese beauty slipped into the tub, disgusted by the wave of water that slapped over the edge. What the hell was wrong with everyone? Sharon had become cold and distant, no longer the friend and lover she had so briefly become. Gene was even wilder and hornier than usual, so much so Leigh often wondered if they really were related. As for herself - fuck mood swings, she was suffering from multiple personalities. "It's no wonder she doesn't want me," Leigh sighed, "I'm ugly." Starting at the bottom, she let her eyes roam across the increasingly unfamiliar body. Her tiny feet now looked chubby and swollen; her once-voluptuous thighs had turned to fat; she already sported more than her fair share of stretch marks; her stomach looked like she had swallowed a couple turkeys whole; her tits were so big and swollen, she sometimes swore she could hear them slosh as she walked; even her pretty, delicate face had succumbed to the ravages of the children inside her. "Nobody could ever want me like this." The tears were welling in her eyes - as they did so easily lately - but she was determined not to give in. Sniffling, she wiped the first few from her cheeks. As she did, Leigh noticed how much different her skin looked. Much paler than usual, it almost made her look like a lightly-tanned Caucasian. What's more, while she hated how thin and unmanageable the hair on her head had become, she loved those same qualities in her body-hair. It made her look so much more feminine, so much sexier. "Well, I guess it's not all bad." Actually, now that she really thought about it, she was proud of what she had become. Sure, she might feel bloated and fat at times, but those were two new lives growing inside her. And, yes, her tits had become uncomfortably inconvenient, she was sooo looking forward to watching her children suckle at those still-tiny nipples. "Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!" "What's wrong, sis?" Leigh smiled up at her brother/lover, but continued to sob softly. "It's so confusing," she admitted a while later. "I never know what I'm feeling or why or . . ." "Shhh." Gene knelt down beside the tub and began