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Author's Note: This was just a quick little story I thought up. Hope you
enjoy it. If not, well, leave feedback either way so I know what to write
to please people.
Fantasy Woman
By CRUNCH
Ok, let's cut right to the chase. My wife hates pornography. I
can't really tell you why. She just hates it. It's not that she's real
religious or a prude or anything of that sort, she just doesn't find it
appealing. She tells me it's disgusting to see women in poses like that,
showing off every inch of their bodies. I'd like to say that I can
understand her point of view, but quite frankly, I can't. I keep telling her
that the human body is a natural and beautiful thing (especially on these
women) and that there is nothing really wrong with putting it on display.
We've gone around like this time and time again, with me always ending
up in the dog house. That is, until the other day.
I came home from work that day and found my wife waiting for
me on the couch. She didn't look angry or upset or anything like that.
She was very calm and patiently waiting. In front of her on the endtable
was something covered by a towel. I wasn't sure what it was, to me it
just looked like a box covered by a towel. I thought maybe she bought
some new breadbox or something and just wanted to show it to me. If
only that was the case. While still looking me straight in the face, she
deftly whipped the towel off of the box and declared, "Look what I found
while cleaning today." I didn't have to look, I already knew what was
there. However, just to make sure, I glanced over to confirm my
suspicions. Sure enough, there was my stash of sacred magazines. Of all
the days she had to clean. I have to admit, I was never real careful about
where I hid that box, I just tried to put it in places where I thought she'd
never go. Like down by my workbench or someplace like that. Who'd
have thought. So, I did the only thing I could do in that situation.
Looking her straight in the eyes, not too forcefully mind you, I said, "Ok,
you caught me." I gave a meek little smile, like a child with his hand
caught in the cookie jar. I hoped it would ease the tension I was feeling.
Not quite, unfortunately. "Are you upset with me?" I asked her
sincerely. "No, honey." she calmly replied. "I've actually been giving
this a lot of thought. I know we've been round and round about this, and
I hoped you would have seen my point and tried harder to understand.
But apparently not." She was right. Maybe I should have been a little
more considerate, but for God's sake, they're just magazines. I shrugged
a little. "So what now. Do you want me to pitch them?" She shook her
head slowly. "No, dear, I don't." That one caught me a little off guard. I
was expecting her to be at least a little hurt that I didn't listen to her. She
continued, "Like I said, I've given this a lot of thought, and I've come to
the conclusion that I should respect your fantasies." Huh? This was
getting creepy. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone or something. "The
way I see it," she said, "if you like those slutty, ditzy women in those
magazines, with all their tits and ass, then I should at least benefit from all
of this." She got up and walked closer to me. She whispered softly in
my ear, "I should help you live out your fantasies."
I was now rock hard. This was unbelievable. Here she was, my
wife of all people, telling me that my porn was alright and that she'd
encourage it! I didn't quite understand the part about her living out my
fantasies, though. Did that mean she was going to have surgery done to
make herself look more like those women. I didn't know if I liked that
idea. I mean, my wife was a knockout. Sure, she may not have had the
figures of some of those women, but she was still sexy. At least to me.
Maybe she meant she'd pose for me. That would be cool. I watched her
as she seductively swayed her way into the bedroom. I was practically
skipping across the house to catch up. She was in the bathroom when I
made it to the bedroom, but I knew what to do. I quickly stripped down
to my boxer shorts, nearly falling over a couple times because I was so
excited. I then laid down on the bed and awaited her return. Soon, the
bathroom door opened and she came wiggling in wearing some new
extremely sexy lingerie she must have gotten recently. I had never seen it
before. My erect dick looked like a pitched tent under the fabric of my
shorts. She walked over to me and began caressing me with her body. It
felt veerrrry good. She then whispered to me again, "Close your eyes and
picture one of your fantasy women. Imagine what she looks like... her
face, her body, everything. Picture it." I did as she commanded and
closed my eyes. I had the perfect vision in my head. The girl had
shoulder length blonde hair, soft facial features with bright red pouty lips,
the perfect hourglass figure with a pair of tits that cried out to be touched.
Smooth, silky legs and the roundest ass. I was getting even more turned
on now. I pictured this woman on top of me, as my wife, rubbing against
me and making love to me. It was my wildest fantasy ever. Suddenly, I
started coughing uncontrollably. I quickly sat up and started rubbing my
face. It burned all over. When I could finally open my eyes, I saw my
wife, now clad in a silk robe, sitting at the other end of the bed staring at
me. She held a little satchel of sand, or something like that, that she must
have threw in my face. "What the hell did you do that for!" I screamed.
The mood was definitely gone. "You'll see." was her only smug reply. I
continued rubbing my face, shaking my head gently from side to side,
hoping the motion would stop the burning sensation. Turns out it was
only tickling the back of my neck. Geez, this was getting worse. Not
only that, but my prick was still rock hard, harder than ever in fact. It was
starting to hurt. I was going to turn my attention to that soon when I
suddenly scraped my face with something. "Ouch!" I yelled as I drew my
hands away. Looking at my hands I saw what it was that got me. It was
me. Or rather, it was my nails. They were about half an inch from my
fingertips and painted a bright red. "What the hell?" I whispered in awe.
My attention then turned to the throbbing in my cock again. Focusing my
attention downward, I almost did a double take. Still fully erect to the
point of a dull pain, my penis looked less than half it's usual size. I was
freaking. Instinctively, I brushed the ... hair? out of my face as I turned
to look at my wife. A sneer graced her feminine lips. "What's
happening?" I purred in a voice I knew not to be my own. Taking
inventory of myself again, I began to notice that I was now slenderer than
before, with delicate, graceful arms and hands and silky smooth legs.
Those ran all the way up to my now nonexistent cock. A small patch of
light blond pubic hair pointed down between my legs. Spreading them
and reaching down, I gasped at the sensation. It was a pussy that I saw,
my pussy, and it was electrifying my senses. Opening wider, I began
stroking and rubbing my newfound source of pleasure. Letting out slight
moans and gasps along the way. I know I should've felt embarrassed,
but it was like I had absolutely no inhibitions and only wanted the pleasure
I was feeling right now. Bringing my other hand up to my chest, I began
caressing that. It was now so smooth and hairless. My nipples had grown
without my noticing, and were now the size of half dollars. They were
puffy and very sensitive. I began kneading my chest, feeling the flesh
welling up underneath my hands. I pushed and pulled at my nipples,
which were pushing out more and more . Sure enough, I had breasts
growing on my womanly frame. They swelled and swelled until they
reached somewhere around a small DD. My nipples were erect and
looked like two little towers rising out over my body. I had the hardest
time trying to stop feeling myself up long enough to look at my wife. She
was laughing rather evilly, and I was torn between emotions of extreme
horniness and fear. "What did you do to me?" I said seductively in my
soft voice. "Can't you see," she retorted, "I'm helping you live out your
fantasy. You loved to ogle the women in those magazines, well, now you
can ogle one whenever you want. You should be happy though, at least I
let you pick the woman you'd become. I see you still haven't gotten over
that thing for blondes." She laughed some more before leaving the room.
Realizing this was now some sick revenge ploy from my wife, I
frantically tried to remember exactly what I had envisioned. Looking
myself over, the image from before shot into my mind. Shoulder length
blonde hair, large, luscious tits, a round ass, long silky legs. I could feel
the warmth between my legs from just looking myself over. I quickly
began masturbating again. Exploring my new womanhood and caressing
and playing with my giant tits. It all felt so good. I climaxed over and
over. It dawned on me over this period of time that the woman I
envisioned had an insane sex drive. I was now her, in every way. Why
didn't I listen to my wife more.
Which brings me to now. My wife said I could come back to her
when I had learned my lesson. Meaning I could return when I realized
that it is degrading for women to be in those magazines. She thought that
the best way to show me that was to use a little magic powder to turn me
into one of those women in my fantasies. However, returning to her is
impossible now. It turns out the women I dream about, which I guess is
now me, feels very sexy and horny all the time. I will never feel degraded
because I love sex so much. My own fault I guess. I rather easily got a
job as a stripper at a local club. I make very good money, and get laid
every night. I love that part. Being an exhibitionist makes me soooo
horny. I can't help but think I should be a little more concerned over this
course of events, but then again I can't help but think of much but sex.
It's a weird paradox indeed. Maybe one day she'll come looking for me
to turn me back, but I fear I'm already too far gone.
End
Avriella
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