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Backwards By RH Music Chapter 1 ------- - "So, you want real breasts of your own," from her smile, you could tell that she was amused at the request. "Yeah... Uh, Yes. Please. And I was told that you could do that." Alex looked at the witch with apprehension. He had never seen a witch before. Of course, at 19 years old, he hadn't seen much of anything so far. Actually, Mrs. Alice Abbott didn't look like much of a witch. Alice was fast approaching 90 years old, and her face showed several lifetimes of pain, hardship, happiness, and triumph. She smiled through her dentures and offered Alex a second cup of tea. Indeed, Alex thought she looked more like his great Aunt Betty than a witch. The house looked pretty normal - mostly just an old-lady's house with knitting, cross stitch, quilts, lace curtains. It had a vaguely moth-ball smell. The only unusual part of the house was that it had mirrors on nearly every wall. Alex looked around and noticed that all of the mirrors were placed high and pointed downwards as well. "Are you really a witch?" Alex asked, suddenly worried that there had been some horrible mix-up. "I mean, you don't look like.... I mean, I thought witches always looked young, or something..." "Oh, that's just all made up by Hollywood." Alice smiled and smoothed out her dress. "That whole staying young thing... it gets old after a while." Alex smiled at the pun. "But can you really do it? I mean, will I really have breasts? I heard rumors, but I thought..." "I can do that. But the spell I have in mind is permanent. Is that OK? If you decide you don't like them, they can only be removed through surgery." "That's fine... wow." "OK, now what kind of breasts do you want?" "Oh..." Alex hadn't thought that far ahead. "I dunno... I'm doing this for my friend Chris..." "Ohhh! So, you have a *boy* friend, is that it?" Alice's smile was mischievous. "Were these breasts his idea?" "Ummm, yeah. He's bisexual, see, and he... well, he said I was perfect except I didn't have breasts." Alex frowned remembering the horrific argument with Chris last night. Chris had stormed out of the apartment, leaving Alex crying on the floor of the kitchen. Alex had never met anyone as gorgeous as Chris. If only he wasn't so Bi! But Alex knew, deep down, that it was exactly Chris' hetero tendencies that made him so attractive. Alice look at Alex with interest. "So, should I give you the kind of breasts that Chris would want for you?" Alex's expression brightened considerably. "Yes! That's perfect. Give me whatever breasts that Chris wants. That would be perfect." "Very good." Alice got up, carefully, and grabbed a cane. "This will take about a half an hour." She walked across the room, and then slowly clomped down the stairs to the basement, closing the door behind her. Alex waited, sipping his tea. After about 5 minutes, he got up and paced around the room. That seemed to help. Finally, Alex heard the clomp-clomp-clomp of Alice ascending the stairs. The door opened and she shuffled out holding an ordinary plastic pill bottle. "Ignore the label. I'm just re-using the bottle. Just swallow this before you go to bed, and you will wake up with perfect breasts. Now, do you have the check?" Alex held out the check. $1,000 dollars. Much less than what would be required for breast implants, but it exhausted his savings, including his high-school graduation check from Mom and Dad, which he had been saving for a new car. "Very good. Enjoy your breasts." - - - - - - - - - - - - Mrs. Alice Abbott, wife of the late Jerome Abbott, was the mother of 4 lovely children (all grown up and on their own) and grandmother to 7. In her spare time, she also happened to be the sole remaining high priestess of the 9th order of the Ancient Gaia Sisterhood, an order created from the power of the earth itself. Alice watched from the front door as Alex got into his dented VW Golf and drove away. "He's the one," she thought. "He is definitely the one." She giggled at her wickedness. At times like this, Alice felt like the puppet master - pulling strings and watching her marionettes dance their intricate dances. With centuries of practice, her touch had become so deft that the puppets didn't even feel the strings. Alice closed the door, and then headed to the bathroom.... for the third time that day. "What I wouldn't give for bladder control," she muttered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Alex got home and opened the bottle. Inside was a small black pill. He picked it up and examined it closely. Jet black, it looked like concentrated poison. "My god," he said, looking at it. "What have I done?" But, it was too late to back out now, he knew the witch would never give his money back, and besides, he knew it was the only thing that would reclaim the affections of his lover, Chris. Chris. Alex thought for a second about his mercurial friend. God he was fantastic. He had this huge penis, and this rugged kind of boyish look, a good-looking cross between Matt Damon and Bill Gates. Alex was in love, and had been since they had first kissed at The Hippo night club. Chris had been cute then, wanting to experiment, open to anything, curious, horny. Chris had spent the night, was still with him in the morning, and Alex was sure that he had found his soul mate. They spent every night that week together. But now, two months later, things were spinning wrong and Alex was at his wits end. Unexplained absences, missed dinners, excuses. Alex knew something was up, and finally, one evening over Chinese takeout, Alex could no longer control his anxieties. "I just want to know," he stammered, "what you were doing last night. I called until 4 in the morning and you were never home..." "You what?! You were checking up on me?" Alex could see that he'd touched a nerve. "Yes! I was worried! So sue me for worrying about you." "I was out with friends." "Please, the least you can do is be honest with me. Is there some other man?" Chris jumped up and threw his plate of Kung Pao chicken against the wall. The plastic plate clattered to the floor. "I don't need to answer to you! Fuck you! God I hate your clinging and whining! You want to know what I was doing?" Chris sneered, "I was with an old *girl* friend." Alex felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. "What? A girl? What do you need her for?" "Breasts, that's what. Listen, I told you I was bisexual. If you can't handle that, well then, fuck you." "You are leaving me for a pair of tits? But... But... You can't, you're gay! There's no way that any man could have enjoyed sex like we did and still be hetero. There's no such thing as bisexual." "That's just like all you fucking homos. It always has to be all one way or the other. It's always us against them. Christ, you're more intolerant than the fucking skin heads." And with that, he picked up his knapsack and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. It was now a week later, and Chris had refused to return any of Alex's calls. Once, when Chris actually answered the phone in person, he had hung up immediately as soon as Alex spoke his first words of apology. Finally, after much pleading via E-mail and answering machine, Chris had agreed to a face to face meeting. Alex wanted Chris all to himself. And he knew that the only way to do that would be to give him what he wanted. Chapter 2 ------- - "Ahhhg!" Alex woke with a start and shot straight up, gasping for breath. The sheets and his jockey shorts (he was naked, otherwise) were drenched with sweat. He had been dreaming about being trapped in an office building, everyone laughing at him as he was chased by Alice with her potions... "Oh jeez." He rolled over and slid his legs to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Gradually he controlled his breathing. As he looked up, he spied the pill bottle, still on his nightstand, next to an empty glass. "Oh my god..." Quickly, he reached down to his chest. Nothing. "What?" He jumped up and ran to the mirror. Still nothing. "Damn! That lying, cheating witch!" He hands felt frantically over his hairless chest - but couldn't detect even the slightest bulge. 'I've been had!' he thought to himself. 'Thank god I can put a stop payment on the check.' Alex had been half expecting this result - so he had insisted that he pay by check. Puffing out his chest and turning his body left and right, he tried to see if maybe there was at least the beginnings of growth. After all, what was he going to show Chris when he came for dinner that evening? He turned sideways to observe his profile... and there they were. Breasts. Gorgeous, beautiful, large breasts. Breasts any woman would have been proud to own. On his back. "Oh no!" Alex's mind blitzed, his breathing stopped, and he dropped to his knees as he nearly passed out. Eventually, he came to his senses, got up, and inspected them closer. There they were. Perfectly formed breasts, areolas about two inches in diameter with pert, crinkly nipples. He reached behind his back and tried to reach one, and after some grunting, pushing, and straining, he was able to trap a nipple between two fingers and pull on it. "Aaah..." Man, it was sensitive. When he brushed his nipple or hefted his breast, it felt like it was touching his back. His mind said "that's my back". But it was 100 times more sensitive than his back had ever been. It was a sensitive, ticklish feeling - just like his regular nipples, but in a really weird location. Alex ran to the phone, found the scrap of paper with Alice's phone number, and dialed. "Hello?" "They're on my back! Something went wrong!" Alice answered in measured tones. "Well, that is certainly a curious development." "Curious? Curious?! You god damn bitch! What have you done to me? Is this some kind of sick joke? You fucking witch! You better -- " *click* Buzzzzzzzz "Damn" Alex muttered. He trembled with anger as he paced around the room, this time feeling the breasts gently swaying on his back. The weight pulled his torso slightly backwards. Gradually, his anger turned to fear and worry. "What am I going to do? How can I go to work like this?" Resigned, Alex picked up the phone and dialed Alice again. Alice picked up, "The first word I hear better be 'Sorry.'" "Sorry. I'm sorry." Swallowing, "I shouldn't have shouted at you like that. But why?" pleading, "why has this happened?" "Well, off hand, I'd say that this is your friend's idea of perfect breasts for you." "What? No way!" "That potion has never failed before. Why don't you ask your friend?" Alex sat heavily on the floor, causing his breasts to bounce, painfully. "Ow". "What's that?" "Sorry, my breasts just bounced when I sat down." Alex could hear Alice chuckling. "Looks like someone better get a bra, before his latest developments start to sag." Alex groaned. "Can't you change me back?" "No pun intended? No, it's permanent. But, you could always get a mastectomy." Large sigh. Alex had no health insurance since he was just a temporary employee, and no money leftover for an operation. "OK. I'm sorry again." "That's alright, Hon. Let me know if you need anything else." Putting down the phone, Alex went back to the mirror. Shaking his body back and forth he watched as they jiggled enticingly. "Chris had better appreciate this," he muttered to himself. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Alex struck the match and watched it blaze to life. He reached over, lit the candle and stood back from the dining room table to survey his presentation. It was pretty pathetic. Alex was trying his best to go all out for Chris, but he doubted that such meager preparations would do any good. The dining room table was simply an old, rickety card table. Dinner was a roasted chicken from the grocery store, plus canned vegetables. The plates, old blue china-ware, were a donation from his elder sister, and were mostly chipped. There was no candle holder, the candle had been cemented to a small saucer with hot wax. Alex sighed, knowing that he had done his best, but realized that it was not much. He had only one secret weapon, and now he reached under his sweater to scratch his chest and underarms, where the bra strap had dug in all day long. He was no longer wearing the brassiere, he had removed it when he got home from work. Actually, getting into the bra had been interesting... in truth, weird. He had put it on like a jacket, the cups slipping over his breasts and the straps over his shoulders. The hooks joined in front, strapped across his chest, the only convenient part about having breasts on your back. After fastening it for the first time, he had to flex his shoulders, bounce up and down, and pull at the skin on his back before his new bosoms felt comfortable in the intimate grasp of the bra cups. He had worn the bra all day, and he figured he would have gotten used to it by the end of the day. But how could anyone get use to this? The straps dug into his shoulders, the cups intimately squeezed his new bosoms, and his nipples were so over-stimulated, it kept him horny all day long. That had been a surprise. He didn't expect to find his new breasts exciting at all, but as the nylon bra cupped and squeezed them, the nipples grew hard, and his penis grew hard too. Why was that? His male nipples didn't affect him at all. But somehow, his new nipples had become an incredible erogenous zone. This was one good thing about his new breasts. Now, if only they would have the desired effect on Chris. The new bra had been just one of the many challenges that he had had to face that day. Showering, for example, was tricky. He slung his soapy wash cloth over his back, between his new breasts. Grabbing both ends, he sawed it back and forth, which was fine, until the rough cloth accidentally rubbed directly across a nipple, causing such pain that he had to lean against the cool tile wall for support. Inspired, he then leaned back against the cool tile, cooling the abused nipple. Even simple things, like putting on a shirt (it doesn't slid on easily with obstructions), and driving to work (forced to lean forward) became awkward. Work. That had been his worst fear, but he knew that if he skipped work, then he'd be fired for sure. He had already taken 3 sick days the previous month, and his boss, John Farley, had said, in no uncertain terms, that the next unexplained sick day would be his last. Alex worked in a data processing center. His job, along with the thirty other data entry staff was to enter data from mortgage applications into the computer. They worked in an open area desk farm with no cubicle walls. Just a desk, a chair, and a computer. As he sat down, Alex looked at his fellow co-workers, nervously. He had worn a heavy sweater, but the breasts were still patently visible. He had tried to tape them down with an ace bandage, but it kept slipping off. As it was, he ended up 30 minutes late to work. Alex turned on his computer and waited for it to boot up. Some of his co- workers were pretending indifference, others were staring openly, with curiosity. Alex turned to look at his friend, Janice, who sat at the desk to his left. She was staring at him with a shocked and quizzical expression. 'Why couldn't these have been on my front?' he anguished to himself. 'Rather than being displayed so prominently on my back where I can't hid them?' "Alex Taylor!" Alex looked up, and saw his boss, Mr. Farley, striding up the aisle. "And where have you been? Do you know what time the work day begins?" "Yes, Mr. Farley," Alex said in his most humble voice. "Work begins promptly at 8 AM." "And what time is it now?" Alex watched as the other employees in data entry tried to hide their eyes from this public embarrassment. "It's 8:37AM, sir. I'm sorry for being late sir. I... uh... had medical difficulties." "I see. Does that have anything to do with those ridiculous bumps on your back?" "Yes!" Alex had thought up his excuse ahead of time. "It is a back brace recommended by my doctor for a bad back. That's why I was late this morning." "Is that so?" Mr. Farley sounded skeptical. He reached out to Alex's new breasts. Alex jerked away. "Please, no." "What's the matter?" Mr. Farley reached out again and tapped on Alex's left breast. "Hey, it's soft." "Oh, yeah. It's, ah... extra padding so I don't scratch the furniture when I sit down." Alex winced at the lame excuse. A wan smile. "Yeah, right... whatever. So, you'll work an hour late tonight to make up your time, right?" "Oh no! I can't! I have an important date tonight." His voice trailed off. "But, I'll work two hours late tomorrow night." "Make it three." "Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Farley." The eminent Mr. John Farley walked back to his office with the glass walls. As soon as he was gone, Janice, the next door neighbor, leaned over and whispered to Alex. "You know," she said, "that bastard might actually be attractive, if only his ass wasn't so tight that it could crack walnuts." Alex stifled a giggle and looked up at Janice, grateful. - - - - - - - - - - Janice cornered Alex in the hallway as he came back from lunch. "So, sweetie, you are the talk of the office! Everyone is wondering what are those, really? Several of the girls said they looked like fake breasts! Ha ha! But I said no way." Janice reached out to touch the breasts, but Alex swung away, backing down the hall. "They're not... ah... fake breasts. It's just padding for my back brace. That's all." "Hey, I know you better than that. Your back is fine." Alex's sexual preference was pretty well known in the office, and Janice often teased him about it. Hell, Alex often teased himself about it. Janice continued, "is this some kind of kind of weird gay ritual that that I'm just too innocent to have heard about?" Janice made another attempt to reach behind his back and grab a breast, but Alex was able to twist away just in time. "No, nothing like that. Why are you grilling me? Can't you just accept that it may be personal?" "No!" Janice took the frontal approach this time, grabbed Alex in a bear hug, his arms pinned to his sides, and reached around to grab hold of his new protrusions. Alex nearly died of shame. Here in a public hallway, his breasts were being roughly fondled by his colleague, as she forcibly held him tight against his struggles, with people walking by and staring at them! "My god, they *are* breasts." Janice whispered. "Why do you have fake tits on your back?" Janice roughly fondled them, until she felt the little points at the top. "With nipples!" She giggled and pinched them. "Ow!" Alex pulled away, his nipples throbbing. "You mean, you felt that?? They're not fake?!?" Janice's incredulous statement came out louder than she had intended. "Just go away!" Alex hissed. "Please, leave me alone, I can't explain! Just accept that!" He ran to the men's room, where he locked himself into a stall, trying to calm down. After five minutes, he splashed cold water on his face and went out to brave the open office again. When he finally got back to his desk, he was relieved to see Janice working away, ignoring him completely. On his desk was a handwritten note from her. "Your secret is safe with me. Can we be friends again? I'll stay late to help you tomorrow night." When Alex looked up at Janice, she silently mouthed, "I'm sorry," and had a 'please forgive me' expression on her face. He smiled back at her, relieved that he had not lost a good friend, and mouthed, "Thank you," back. - - - - - - - - - - - "And so, here I am, waiting for Chris." Alex looked over his preparations for dinner and sighed. He walked back to the kitchen to check on the vegetables. "This is so pathetic. There's no way I'll be able to keep him." He said this out loud, while stirring the canned corn. "I'm afraid you're right, you know." Alex spun around. Chris had opened the door with his own key and was now standing in the door of the kitchen. "Chris!" "Alex, before you say anything, I just wanted to tell you this. The only reason why I'm here is to tell you that it's over. I'm sorry you went to all this trouble, but that's it." "Please, Chris!" "Listen, I don't want to talk about it. You just aren't everything I want in a relationship. I'm really Bi, and you're really Gay. It's not going to work." "No, you don't understand. Please, I have something to show you!" "There's nothing you could show me. I'm sorry." Chris started to leave, but stopped when he saw Alex reach down to grasp the hem of his sweater. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Please, you have to see this." "What, is this a tattoo or something? It's not going to make any difference. You are such a loser!" "No, it's not that. It's much, much more." Alex lifted off his sweater and stood before Chris, naked from the waist up. "So, what? It's over, damn it. Just get over it. No more sex, no more..." Alex turned around, facing away from Chris. Silence. Chris stared for a full two minutes before he could finally think of something to say. "Holy fucking mother of god... They can't be real, right?" "No, they are real. They are. Please, feel them." Chris stepped forward and ran his hands over the breasts, hefting them, massaging them, lightly rubbing the nipples. "This is fucking bizarre." Alex sighed in pleasure. Not only was it the pleasure from his new breasts, but also it was the pleasure of having Chris touch him again, after they had been apart for so long. He felt his penis start to harden. Chris leaned down and lightly licked the nipples, which caused Alex to breath in sharply. "Wow, you can actually feel that? Where did you get them? How much did they cost? What surgeon...?" "I can't tell you that." Alex leaned back slightly, enjoying the attentions he was now getting. He thrust his butt out a little until it lightly grazed Chris' groin. "It's a secret that I am bound not to reveal." Alex turned around and looked into Chris' eyes. "I did it for you. I want to be everything that you would need from a man or woman." "They're amazing." Chris pulled Alex into a hug, reached around, and held and squeezed his breasts some more. "Oh, fuck, I'm so horny. And what's worse, you won't believe this, but I dreamt this last night. I actually came in my jockeys last night dreaming about you with tits on your back. Isn't that weird?" "Really?" Hearing this, Alex felt a strange prickly sensation. "You dreamt about me with breasts on my back?" "Yeah, must be something in the water, or something." Chris turned Alex away from him and admired the new breasts once more. "I've got to have you, right now, right here." Chris reached around, undid Alex's pants, and pushed them down. Chris unzipped ("what a heavenly sound!" thought Alex), and pulled his own pants off. Chris grabbed his cock and lightly ran it up and down Alex's ass crack, with his other hand, Chris pinched and twisted each nipple. Alex was short of breath from these manipulations, emitting little yelps and sighs of pleasure, his cock rock hard - even with no stimulation whatever. Looking around, Chris spied some margarine on the countertop. He scooped out a large glob of it and spread it over his hard cock. "Shed's Spread" he chuckled. "And now it's time to spread my little bitch's shed, right here." Chris pushed Alex to his knees, and then to the floor, face down. Alex felt his face being pushed into the linoleum. Chris rubbed the buttery penis over his crack, spread his ass cheeks, and then rubbed the head of dick directly over the puckered anus. Alex felt his legs being pushed further apart, opening him up. Chris pushed in, forcing his way past the sphincter. "Ow!" Alex groaned. "That hurts! Slower!" "I can't! I'm going to come, fuck!" Chris found a better angle just in time, and pushed in to the hilt. The pain dissipated a bit, and Alex felt wonderfully full. Chris pumped in deep. "FUUUUCK! GOD THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! YOU ARE ONE FUCKING BITCH WITH A FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Chris drove in hard and deep... and came. The orgasm lasted longer than any he had had before, as his cock kept spurting and spurting deep into Alex's rectum. Chris collapsed, twitching, his body pressed down on Alex, breasts smashed between them. "Uh," Alex's penis was trapped, immensely hard, smashed against the linoleum floor. His breathing was laborious and even a bit painful, trapped as he was with Chris' full weight on top of him. After a couple of minutes like that, Chris calmed down. But when he moved to get up again, he discovered that he hadn't lost his erection! This had never happened to him before - it just refused to go soft, which meant that Alex still had a large, hard cock thrust deep up his ass, filling and spreading his anus and rectum. Chris leaned down to nuzzled the cleavage before him. Alex was face down, but the breasts on his back were thrust up, almost begging Chris for attention. He kissed first one nipple and then the next. He poked his tongue out and ran the tip around each nipple and around each areola, in light circles. Then he started lapping, like a dog, tasting the sweat (sometimes mixed with a little margarine) on the breasts. Deep long licks covering every inch of each breast, but especially across the nipples. All this time with his hard cock embedded deep inside Alex. Each movement of his body caused Alex to moan and squirm, skewered as he was on the iron-hard shaft, and trapped and pressed into the kitchen floor. The breasts were now shiny and slick with saliva. Chris rubbed his face all over them, not caring, enjoying their fullness as they slapped across his face, trapped his nose, and rubbed across his closed eyes. Chris sighed with enjoyment and pleasure, and Alex did too, feeling all this attention on his back go straight to his cock. After a second or two, Chris stopped at a nipple, closed his lips over it, and gently started sucking on it. He stopped and then went to the other one, sucking gently. Then back to the first one, sucking harder this time, distending the nipple into his mouth, and he drew it deeply into his mouth. It was a crinkly nipple, over very full breasts. After a few more seconds, once Chris began sucking in earnest... "Hey!" Chris exclaimed, dropping the nipple from his mouth. "What?" "I felt something squirt from your nipple!" Alex, shocked, jerked and tried to get up, but trapped under Chris, all he could do was squirm. "What do you mean? Something coming from my nipple??" Chris leaned down and sucked hard on the nipple again. Sure enough... "Mother's milk! Shit! Your breasts are producing milk!" "Oh Jesus, no... this can't be happening..." Alex collapsed on to the floor, defeated, and utterly humiliated. He had just gotten used to the idea of breasts on his back - and now he'd have to get used to the idea that they were lactating. But Chris was elated. "This is fantastic! My god, Alex you are too much! You are a bitch in heat! A slutty, pregnant, milking, bitch in heat!" Chris sucked hard on both nipples and was rewarded with milk from both. It had a cloying sweet taste and smell. To Chris, it was an aphrodisiac. By this time, Chris felt his second orgasm not far off. Gradually, he started to pull out his cock. It was still hard. He pulled out slowly, and then, gradually, pushed back in again, as deep as possible, and then, when he had hit bottom, he pistoned his hips forward with forceful little thrusts, pushing even deeper. Finally it was Alex's turn in heaven, for this is what he had been waiting for. The pain had now been reduced to a dull throb, and he was enjoying the manipulation of the breasts on his back and the violation of his ass. Even the humiliation of milk producing breasts added fuel to his lust. Gradually, Chris increased the tempo, sliding in and out more and more easily. As his thrusts gained in intensity, their two bodies hit together with loud slapping sounds. Chris' balls brushed down between Alex's legs with each thrust. At the same time, Chris manipulated the breasts roughly, causing more milk to leak out, which dribbled down Alex's back and pooled on the linoleum. And then, Alex climaxed... hard. His cock ejaculated onto the kitchen floor, where it was smeared all over his cock and stomach as Chris continued his brutal thrusting. Three more thrusts and Chris came too, a second time, shooting his sperm deep into Alexander. He shouted, triumphantly, and then collapsed. This was the first time, ever, that Chris had come two times in a row. They lay there like that for about 5 minutes. Alex, trapped underneath, laying in pools of sperm and mother's milk. Chris on top, his softening penis still embedded, his sweaty, hairy chest smashed into Alex's full and bulging breasts, both breathing hard, and trying to assimilate the frenzy had just happened. "I love you're breasts, they are just amazing. You're *my* bitch now. I claim you." Alex felt his heart skip a beat. - - - - - - - - - - The next night, Alex and Janice were in the office cafeteria, dark except for one lone, flickering fluorescent bulb. It was after working hours and the offices were deserted except for the security guard at the front desk. They had just finished working late for three hours as demanded by Mr. Farley, and were having one last coffee before heading home. "That is some story," said Janice, amazed. Alex had just finished relating the entire sordid tale to her. "Almost too incredible to believe, but here you are - and there they are. Wow." Alex felt such relief at having someone to talk to. "Please... please. You must not tell anyone... especially Chris. Do I have your promise of absolute secrecy?" "Of course! I cross my heart and hope to die." Janice paused for a second. "But why haven't you told Chris? Isn't he your lover?" Alex paused for a second, then lay his head on the table, exhausted and confused. "Oh, I don't know. I guess I just... well..." "You don't trust him?" "Maybe..." "That's a great relationship," her voice sarcastic, but also concerned. "I know, I know. I'll tell him someday, but not just yet." The two paused for a second sipping coffee. The lone fluorescent bulb above them flashed, clinked, and buzzed. Janice reached out and ran her hands over the breasts. Alex made a satisfied sighing sound and lay face down over the table. "Two things I should tell you." Janice continued. "First, when you lay across the table like this, the breasts stick out and are really noticeable." Alex quickly sat back up, feeling self conscious. "A second thing is this. Here, sit back." Alex sat back in the cafeteria chair. "See? When you sit back like this, the chair back comes to just under your breasts. They stick out over the back of the chair!" "You mean, they have done that all day long? Does this happen at my desk, too?" "Yes, I'm afraid so." Alex groaned out loud. "Damn!" "No problem. But maybe you could wear some padding or something on your back? So the breasts don't stick out so much? Maybe some foam padding strapped to your back..." "That's a good idea." Janice smoothed down the sweater over the breasts, and then paused for a second, looking Alex in the eyes, with one hand resting lightly on a tit. "May I?" Janice asked, questioningly. "Here? In the cafeteria?" "No one's around, just the security guard at the front desk, and he's already done his rounds." Alex looked around the empty cafeteria, and then at Janet again. She was now stroking his bosoms gently, and it felt nice. "Please?" she asked again. "Mmmmm," Alex was enjoying the warm attentions. "OK. But let's go over there," he pointed to a dark corner of the cafeteria." And be gentle. They were abused pretty bad by Chris last night." They picked up their coffees and relocated. In the dark light, Alex felt more protected. He turned away from Janice and presented his breasts to her. Delighted, Janice pulled up Alex's sweater, revealing a T-shirt stretched across two large bosoms, with small wet stains around the nipples. "Man, they are gorgeous," Janice muttered, "if any normal guy saw these, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off them." Alex blushed but smiled at the complement. Janice tweaked the nipples, causing more milk to seep out. "You need to get a nursing bra, with pads. Also a breast pump for the extra milk." "Where do I get those?" "Any drug store, let's stop at one on the way home." Janice pulled up the T-shirt, and pulled it and the sweater completely off. The bra cups were very nearly soaked with milk. Janice blew cold air on the nipples, which caused Alex to shiver. "You know," Janice continued, as she squeezed each breast and then gently massaged them together, "I was never a big fan of breasts, but somehow these are just so... perfect, I guess... so beautiful. It's incredible. No wonder Chris loves them on you." Janice reached around Alex's torso and undid the hooks across his chest. Alex felt his breasts sag slightly, and felt the wonderful freedom as his breasts were unwrapped from the hot, wet bra. "Mmmmm," Janice held the breasts together, plumping up the cleavage. A drop of milk squeezed out. Janice leaned over and licked up the drop of milk. It was cloyingly sweet, but wonderful. She gave the nipple a kiss, and then tentatively sucked it in a bit, and was rewarded with a stream of milk. "Goodness, these are so full, do they feel full?" She went to the other nipple and sucked on it too. Alex turned his head to the side, his cheek flat on the table. "Yes, I guess they do a bit. Oh... it feels so good when you do that." Alex sighed as the milk flowed from his breasts as if the warm flow was coursing through his entire body. "Please don't stop." As Janice continued to drink her dinner, she began to feel a familiar slipperiness in her crotch - she was horny. Just at that moment, she knew she had already gone too far - she was well on her way to orgasm and would just need a little bit of stimulation to get there. Janice reached under her skirt (she had worn one that day to try and please Mr. Farley) and pulled her pantyhose down to her knees. She then reached a hand into her panties and began to slide a finger between the lips of her sex. Her hips jerked involuntarily as she stroked across the clitoris. She pushed a finger into her vagina, gathered some of the lubrication there, and spread it all over he pussy, making it one wet, sensitive, playing field. Janice continued to suck on the right breast feeling the milk spurting down the back of her throat, so much that it leaked out from between her lips and ran down Alex's back onto the table. As the flow from the right breast slowed, Janice stopped slurp up all of the excess, licking all around the nipple and running a tongue down through his cleavage. The feel of her tongue and nose trapped between the two large pendulous breasts caused her heart to palpitate, unexpectedly. Continuing down, Janice sucked up the small pool of milk in the small of his back, and (unable to resist) went down to the table to lick the milk from the cold Formica. Alex, for his part, loved the attentions. He was not horny, or only a little bit. The wild sex last night had pretty much drained him dry for today. But the feeling of someone with warm lips and warm tongue licking all over, including breasts, back, sides, cleavage... was as relaxing as a soothing massage. That, combined with the endorphins that flowed through his body as the milk gushed from his breasts caused his whole body to purr with a sublime pleasure. As she went to work on the left breast, Janice felt her own orgasm approaching. Her finger now concentrated specifically on her sensitive nubbin, pressing hard and strumming it side to side, making wet slurping sounds. She was lubricating so copiously that her emissions soaked the legs of her panties and dripped down her thighs. 'This is it!' Janice thought to herself, 'I'm cumminnnng...' As she pushed herself over the edge, her lips let go of the nipple. She pressed her face into the breast, lost to the world, as mother's milk spurt over her lips, into her nose, over her eyes, and into her hair and flowed down over her face and over Alex's back. "Unh!" She groaned and pushed herself over the edge. Alex grinned, imagining what pleasure she was going through, and happy that he was able to help. After calming down a bit, Janice finished off the right breast, and licked up every last drop of milk. After pulling up her panties and pantyhose (grimacing because they were now cold clammy and wet) she ran to the bathroom, got some wet towels, and cleaned up Alex as best she could. Then Alex turned around, and wiped up Janice's face, neck, and hair. They tidied up and left, first stopping at the drug store, and then parting ways so that each could drive home. Alex was happy and at peace when he entered the apartment. Chris was there, watching TV. As soon as Alex entered he got up. "Where have you been, bitch?" Alex was taken aback. "I had to work late, remember?" "Oh, right. I forgot. Well, whatever." Chris walked over, turned Alex around, and began squeezing his breasts and humping his buns. "Please no, Chris, I'm too tired. I've been at work for 13 hours straight!" Chris walked up close to Alex, "Listen Bitch, I've been horny and hard all day long. Now you are going to march that pretty little ass of yours straight into that bedroom, strip naked, and lube up your asshole, because if you don't I'm going to fuck you anyway, and it will be a whole lot more painful." Resigned, Alex did as he was told, and lay passively as Chris took his pleasure. Chapter 3 ------- - "Well now, let's take a look." The doctor placed the lubricated proctoscope at Alex's puckered anus, and slid it easily up his rectum. Alex grunted. After two months of nearly constant sex with Chris, Alex was beginning to worry about the health of his anus. First, he was now in constant pain during sex. Pain so bad that sex had pretty much ceased to be enjoyable. Second, he was bleeding. It didn't bother Chris at all, he just wiped his dick after sex. But it bothered Alex... a lot. It seemed like he lost an awful lot of blood any time he went to the bathroom, and so he finally worked up the nerve to see a doctor about it. "Hmmm, OK... Uh-huh... Wow." The doctor moved the scope, basically a long metal funnel with a clear lens at the tip, this way and that, inspecting the tissues for tears and rips. "Very good, we're done." The doctor pulled out the device and put it away to be sterilized. "Let me ask you a personal question Alex, and it would be better if you were completely honest. Do you engage in Anal intercourse?" "Um...." Alex hesitated, "Yes." "And do you have intercourse this way frequently?" "Frequently?" "Yes, like more than once a week?" Alex was stunned. *That* was his definition of frequently? He felt all hope of an easy solution slip away. "Yes..." "How frequently?" Alex gulped, "One... well, I guess more like once or twice a day." The doctor gasped, "Oh, wow. And is your partner... how shall I say... well, is he rough with you?" "I guess..." "Well, I think that explains it. Alex, you have several anal fissures - tears in the sphincter that are bleeding and are causing the pain you mentioned whenever you pass a stool. I will give you an antiseptic, but I'm afraid the only real cure is to refrain from having Anal sex for a period of not less than 3 months, and then to have it no more than once every two weeks thereafter." "Three Months?? He wouldn't... I mean, I couldn't..." "Listen Alex, some Anal fissures take years to heal, because the blood flow to the sphincter is typically not so great. If you keep this up, then you will need surgery. In the worst cases, the damage and surgery could leave you incontinent - and you would have to wear diapers the rest of your life." Alex opened his eyes wide in horror. "That's right. Alex, you're young, so I have every reason to expect that you can recover with only minimal impact. But, frankly, the anus was built for solid waste disposal. It was not built for sex, unlike the female vagina, and to continue to abuse it as you've done will certainly cause permanent damage." - - - - - - - - - - - "So, what did Chris say when you told him?" Janice was worried about her friend, he had been on the edge all day long. So she was treating him to lunch at a local pizza place, where they could talk in private. "Oh, he was angry and upset... said I was only half a woman and what's the point in having breasts like that if you couldn't enjoy them." Alex shifted his back brace, trying to get comfortable. He had purchased an actual back brace and had padded it out to make the breasts look less noticeable. "Alex..." Janice paused, knowing that this was dangerous territory for a friend to broach, "Chris is not healthy for you. You need to leave him. He doesn't love you... he just wants you for your tits." Alex's emotions brimmed over and he burst into tears. "I know, I know," he sobbed, "but I can't! I just can't... I love him. That bastard!" "Shhh, shhh," Janice moved over to join Alex on his side of the booth. She held him and placed his head on her shoulder, smoothing his hair and stroking his arm. After a minute of choking sobs Alex finally returned to normal. Janice picked up a paper napkin and wiped his eyes. Alex gave Janice a fierce hug. "Thank you so much for being my friend. I don't know what I'd do without you." "I don't know that I'm being much help." Janice shrugged. "If you can't leave him, what are you going to do now?" "There's only one thing I can think of." - - - - - - - - - - - "Now, tell me again, exactly what is it that you want?" Alice was befuddled. She had never heard anything like what he was suggesting. "I want a woman's vagina instead of..." Alex hesitated, "well, where my anus is." Alex looked away, embarrassed at the request. His gaze caught one of the many mirrors that decorated the walls and his image was reflected back. It was strange to see himself from the outside... confused and embarrassed, no more than a child, fidgeting. "Why don't you just transform yourself into a woman? That is a much easier spell, since it covers the full body I don't need to worry about adjusting so much plumbing." "No! I couldn't do that. No, this is what I want. Can you do it?" Alice rolled her eyes. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, totally unnecessary, the delay was annoying to her. She knew that she didn't have very much longer. 'Every time,' she thought to herself. 'Every damn time there is some new situation that I have to worry about and work around.' Alice sighed, "Yes, I can do it. But, it will be a very complicated spell... I'll be adapting other spells to fit this one," Alice paused and gave a significant glance at Alex. "All I'm saying is this: I can't predict the results... not 100 percent. You may get a bit less or more than you asked for." Alex gulped, remembering what had happened last time. Of course, it had worked out like a dream, but still... "Are you sure you don't just want to transform all the way and become a woman? That would make much more sense to me. And your friend, why would he want 2 parts woman and not the whole thing?" Alex just knew that he couldn't. He wouldn't be Alex anymore! He would be... well, he would be someone else, that's all. He wouldn't be a gay male, that's for sure, he would be... well... whatever. Alex took a deep breath, convinced. "No, thank you. Please, I just want something more durable... you know, back there, and that's all." "Well, alright. If the spell doesn't work out like you want, come back. Remember that this is permanent. Your only choice after this would to transform all the way." Certain that he would never use the offer, Alex replied with "thank you, I understand." - - - - - - - - - - That night, Alex looked at the three blood-red pills that he was given to take. Again they were small, each about the size of a pin-head, and they stared back at him, daring him to take this dangerous step. 'Do I really understand what I am doing?' Alex wondered. Alex had taken a $2000 advance on his credit card in order to pay Alice. Now, not only were his savings wiped out, but he was also deeply in debt. Where would it end? He looked over at Chris, who was sleeping soundly in the bed next to him. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, completely unlike when he was awake. 'What would Chris be like if I was a real woman?' Alex wondered. 'Would he treat me better if I had all of the working parts? Would I be more in control?' Alex paused to think about it. He had never seriously considered transforming all the way, but in some ways it made sense. During the past two months, he and Chris had come to a certain... procedure... more like a ritual regarding sex. Alex was forced, face down, into the bed, and Chris rode his ass and abused his breasts until he climaxed. Often, pressed against the bed, Alex would orgasm too, but not always. What made it worse was that all of Alex's attempts to be more intimate were rebuffed. If Alex was facing front and wanted a kiss, Chris would just turn him around and kiss the back of his head. If Alex so much as turned his head to the side while they made sex, Chris would roughly turn his head away, pushing it face-first into the pillow or sheets. This was completely unlike any other gay man that Alex had fucked. Most of them wanted Alex face forward and they fucked that way. But that would have been too gay for Chris. "I'm bisexual," he kept saying. "I'm not like the rest of the faggots that you've had." 'So, it's true,' Alex thought to himself. 'Maybe he does just want a woman to fuck. Maybe he just wants me because I'm a freak... because I'm different.' And Alex had to admit that all this business of having sex behind his back made him feel like an impersonal object. But still... Alex knew there was no other choice. He really wasn't about to relinquish his manhood - it meant too much to him, and his lifestyle. And, as he looked at Chris, he recognized the ache inside, and knew that it would impel him to do anything to keep his lover. Alex reached over, grabbed a pill and carefully placed it at the back of his tongue, where he felt it burning as it dissolved. Quickly he washed it down with water, and then repeated the procedure with the other two pills. - - - - - - - - - - - - "Unh!" Alex jerked awake. He had been dreaming that he was being eaten by the witch, Alice. She was literally biting off piece by piece, until he felt all of his pieces stuffed into her stomach, dissolving into fluids and being absorbed by her body. Alex shook his head to clear away the nightmare. He looked around the room. Moonlight filtered through the venetian blinds making white stripes across the floor. According to the alarm clock, it was 4 AM. Gentle snoring told him that Chris was still sound asleep. As Alex reached over to turn on the nightlight, something was wrong. He reached up, his legs gave way! His legs were broken! He stumbled over the night stand and fell roughly to the floor. "Ohhhhh..." Alex moaned, reaching down for his leg, trying not to move anything, trying to assess the damage. 'What has that witch done to me?' his mind was whirling. Alex steadied his breathing, still holding his leg. Strange, but it didn't hurt at all, except where it bumped the floor when he fell off the bed. Slowly, he tried to flex his leg... first a little bit forward, and then back... and back... and back... "Oh fuck..." he muttered, "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." There was no limit as to how far back his leg would go! "Shit! I must have dislocated my hip..." Alex froze, too paralyzed to do anything. Gradually, not knowing what else to do, with his hands he pulled himself over to the window, where the moon provided some light, and inspected his legs. Strange bulges and valleys. "Is this what dislocated limbs look like?" His hips were bulging in front and flat in back. Alex felt down over the bulge, but it wasn't bony, it wasn't protruding... it was fleshy, and round... ...like an ass cheek. "Oh no..." Alex quickly felt down with his hands some more, then he leaned over and pulled down his jockey shorts to his thighs. Two ass cheeks... In front. "Shit!" he hissed, "breasts in back, ass cheeks in front! Damn! Damn!" Alex burst into tears, ashamed of what he had done to his body, ashamed of how reckless he had been. Sobbing, he felt down to his behind... and felt nothing but hip bones, his old ass cheeks had disappeared. His entire pelvis had been turned around by the witch's capricious pills. More explorations, more groping. There was his penis, in front, nestled between the two cheeks, testicles hanging down between his legs, where the should be. Between his legs on the other side - a woman's vagina. Puffy lips, folds of skin, and pubic hair, it was all there. He reached down and tentatively inserted a finger into his new vagina...it was lubricated and it slipped in easily. It felt like he had inserted a finger up his ass... sort of. Certainly the feeling came from his backside, but it wasn't quite the feeling he was used to. At least it wasn't painful anymore! '*That* part worked,' he thought wryly. It was lubricated and definitely feminine. "How do I go to the bathroom now?" he wondered... and then quickly decided to worry about that later. As Alex explored his vagina, reaching back, he brushed his hand against the top of the pussy. "Whoa..." he hissed, it was so sensitive! Gently feeling with his fingertips, he located the clitoris, and gently rubbed it. "Huhhhhh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," Alex sucked in his breath. Man, it was so sensitive - like rubbing the tip of his penis when fully erect - only more concentrated. 'My god! I have both a penis and a vagina and a clitoris! I'm a hermaphrodite. And all of it in full working order, apparently,' Alex gasped at the sensual thrill which ran through his body, 'and seemingly hard-wired to my brain, to boot.' As he played with it, Alex felt the labia leaking fluids, he was producing more lubrication. He reached further back, dipped his fingers in it, and then rubbed it all over the lips... making it all wet and slippery. Alex rested his arm for a second. Then, he reached behind again and, holding his thumb and forefinger to each side of the folds of flesh at the top of his new pussy, he pushed them apart, stretching the skin between them and exposing the nubbin of flesh that he knew to be the clit. Then, gently, he touched it with an index finger. "Huh! Unh!" His hips lifted slightly off the ground, has he jerked under the intense stimulation. He tried again, this time slower and more gently. Easing into it, he found that he could get used to the touch, and began to feel a warm reaction building and suffusing his entire body. His cock was now hard, trapped as it was between his buns and the carpet. He lay face down, reaching back. Just then, he felt lips on his breasts. "This must be a dream," Alex heard Chris mutter, "my bitch now has a pussy and is playing with herself." 'Himself,' thought Alex. Chris lay full on top of Alex now, his penis on the small of his back, his balls brushing against Alex's pussy. Alex was again forced face down, nose in the carpet, hard penis smashed between his buns and the floor. Chris reached down and ran a finger through the pussy lips, causing Alex to moan against his will. "Like that, huh?" Chris pushed a finger deep into the new vagina - it slipped in easily - and then started to feel the inner walls. Pushing a second finger in, he scissored the two fingers apart, pushing out and massaging the vaginal walls. Alex, face down in the carpet, Chris pressing down on him from behind, was quivering from the manipulation. With anal sex he had felt a fullness, but nothing like this. He could actually feel these inner vaginal walls being massaged, and he could feel the fingers opening him up and spreading his new vagina apart. Chris rubbed the head of his penis up and down Alex's wet slit, covering it with lubrication. He rubbed the head against Alex's new clitoris, teasing it side to side, causing Alex to gasp and quiver, before he finally placed it at the entrance and gradually began pushing it in. It slipped in so smoothly! The potion had worked. Alex felt absolutely no pain whatsoever, just this incredibly hard and fat penis pushing into his vagina, in a place where no vagina had a right to be. Chris pulled out and then slowly, exquisitely, pushed in further... ... and bumped up against something. "What's that?" Alex asked, turning his head to look back. "I think..." Chris groaned, pushing forward again, "I think that my bitch is still a virgin back there! Jesus! I've never deflowered a virgin before!" "Shit!" Alex cried out as Chris lunged forward, first there was just pain and discomfort, then, like a hot knife, Chris tore past the hymen and pushed his cock all the way in. "Ohhh..." Alex faded out for a second. The pain was so intense that he found it hard to breath, just short gasps as he clawed at the carpet rubbing his fingers and knuckles raw. Chris, oblivious, pulled half way out, and then thrust back in again. "It should start feeling good for you now, bitch," he groaned as he pulled back again. This time Chris pushed all the way forward, and at the very end he bumped against something else. "Uh..." groaned Alex, "must be my cervix." But Alex was past caring at this point. He just wanted it over. The pain had lessened somewhat, but every time Alex pushed past the torn hymen, it felt like he was rubbing a raw wound. Finally, Chris came, hard. Pounding his cock and body against Alex's back, mashing his pubic hair hard into Alex's clitoris, Chris climaxed, flooding Alex's vagina with millions of sperm, all squirming deep into his body. It was too much. Alex passed out. - - - - - - - - - - - "Hello? Alex?" Janice opened the door and walked into the apartment. "In here!" Alex called from the bedroom. Janice walked back to the bedroom. 'This had better be important,' she muttered to herself. Alex had called her at 5 AM asking her to please come over and help him get ready for work, it was urgent, he had been back to the witch again. It was now 6:30 AM. Janice walked into the bedroom, and saw Alex in bed, with the covers up to his chin. She could see that he had been crying. "Are you OK? Where's Chris?" she asked, "why couldn't he help you?" "He doesn't have the patience for the kind of help I need. I asked him to leave and go back to his apartment for now." "OK." Janice looked puzzled. "So, what's the matter?" "Well, first, there's this." Alex pulled the covers off his body. "What's this? Lumps in your lap?" Janice stepped up to the bed and reached out, tentatively. "May I?" "Sure." Janice reached out and touched the new bulges. They were huge. Alex's small penis just barely peeked out from between them near the bottom. The way the looked and held together reminded Janice of... "Oh my god... these are buns? That witch put ass cheeks on your front?" "Yup, but that's not the worst of it." Alex looked at her, tearfully. "It gets worse?" "There's this too." Alex turned over. "Oh!" Janice stumbled back in horror. Alex had been mutilated! The bed sheets were spotted with blood, his ass had been cut off, and then there were those perfect breasts.... Alex was now sobbing for real, pounding the bed with his fists in frustration and anger. "Everything's all turned around! I asked her to fix my ass, and she put a pussy there, OK, but... but... but... but, she put my ass on the wrong side, and... and... and... and, worse, my legs move in all the wrong ways! What am I going to do? SHIT! What have I done? I am such a stupid fuck-up! A fucking idiot! Why did I have to go back to that fucking witch??" Janice recovered her senses and went to sit on the bed next to Alex. She stroked the back of his head and shushed him. "I'm here," she assured him, "I can help you. Listen," Janice continued, "I don't think you should be going to work in this condition. You just stay here and I'll call in sick and then we can try and figure all of this out." "No!" Alex was vehement. "I have to go to work! Mr. Farley said that if I missed even one more day, I'd be fired!" "Shit," Janice muttered. "Damn Mr. Farley. Well, alright, if you have to go to work, then we need to get you up for a shower." Alex rolled over and, with Janice holding him, managed to stand up. Although his arms and feet faced forward, his knees and hips bent in the wrong direction. Where he was supposed to have knee caps, there was a hollow, with the knee cap on the other side. His shins also faced backwards, but his ankles and toes were pointed in the correct direction. "How is this possible?" he asked. Alex took a step forward, and then began stiffly stalking towards the bathroom, holding on to Janice all the way. His legs could move no more than a foot forward, and he nearly stumbled as they moved much too easily backwards. "This isn't so bad, is it? See? Instead of my hips bending forward and my knees bending backwards, it's just that my hips bend backwards and my knees bend forward. It's still one of each, see? It's not so bad." "You're rationalizing." Janice said... but kindly. Janice ran the water in the shower until it ran warm. Then she started taking off her clothes. "What are you doing?" "I'm undressing so I can help you shower." "No you're not! I can handle this!" "And risk you breaking your neck? I don't think so. Listen, you can barely walk. Do you think I'm going to let you take a shower by yourself in a slippery tub?" "Well...." Janice was now completely naked. She helped Alex step inside, and then stepped in after him. She took a wash cloth, soaped it up, and started washing Alex's breasts and back. After a second, Janice leaned down and captured a nipple in her mouth. She suckled for a second and was rewarded with a spurt of warm milk. "Hey!" Alex said, feeling a tingle in his private parts. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself," Janice giggled. "I hope you don't mind, I haven't had breakfast yet." "*Sigh*," Alex said, "well, I suppose, if you have to." Janice drank for a while, and then went back to washing the nipples ("Hey! Watch out, they're sensitive.") and then moved down to wash Alex's new backside, washing the blood away from his deflowering. "So, Janice?" "Yes, Alex?" "Umm..." Alex hesitated, "where is my anus?" Janice knelt in the shower, water cascading down her long her and over her face. She poked and prodded inside Alex's new vagina, trying to find where his anus might be, all the while gently washing the area with her fingers. "Here it is!" She exclaimed. "In my vagina?" "No, here, below. Just where it would be if you were a woman... and if you were facing the other way, of course." Janice took a finger and slipped it into Alex's anus, pushing a knuckle past his sphincter. "Oh," Alex moaned. His knees suddenly weakened, and he sank a bit down in the tub. "Here," Janice helped him up. "But..." Alex paused, "How will I go to the bathroom?" "I guess you'll just have to sit down and do it. "But... how?" "Turned around, I guess. Do you need to go now?" "Well, I need to urinate." "Then go ahead." "Here? In the shower?" "Why not?" "But..." Alex stammered, "I don't know where it's going to come out!" "Just do it, and then we'll find out." Alex closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to urinate. After a minute, with the water from the shower flowing all around him, he was able to do it. "My god, it's coming out of your new vagina," Janice exclaimed. Janice reached down with her fingers and felt the hard flow pulsing out of Alex. She ran her fingers over the lips of his new sex, causing the spray to divert in all directions, soaking her hand and his legs with urine before it was washed away by the shower. Janice knelt down behind Alex, and leaned forward. His urine was still pelting down, and it washed over her bare breasts and ran down her stomach. She leaned forward some more and moved her face to his vagina, putting her tongue in the stream, tasting the urine, and then letting some pool in her mouth before it leaked out and ran down her face. Then she reached out with her tongue and started flicking his new clitoris. "Unh!" Alex nearly jumped out of his skin. He was not expecting such intimate contact from Janice, but it felt wonderful. His whole pussy became warm and engorged. Janice reached down with her hand and started stroking her own pussy. Running a finger through her lips with practiced ease, covering a finger with the lubrication that she felt and then using a slick finger to rub and push her own clitoris. By this time, Alex's urine had stopped. But now, Janice was tasting and slurping up an entirely different fluid - Alex's lubrication, the lubrication he had paid so dearly for, which Janice now eagerly licked up. "I can't take much more of this," Alex moaned. He was now leaning fully face-forward against the tile wall of the bathroom, hands pressed against the tile wall as his excitement built. After another minute, Janice came, hard, moaning into Alex's vagina as she climaxed and forgot where she was for a second, her face mashed into his pussy. Janice collected her senses and started licking again. It was only two more licks and Alex came as well. This time the orgasm was so intense that his legs just collapsed. Alex crumpled to the floor of the tub and looked up as Janice hovered over him. "Are you OK?" "Ohhh," Alex sighed, "I'm fantastic. What happened to us?" "I don't know. A moment of insanity, I guess." Janice leaned over and gave Alex a kiss. Then she paused and grinned at him. "And here's another moment of insanity," and she kissed him again, this time full on the mouth. Alex tasted his own pussy juice and urine as Janice probed his mouth with her tongue. "Mmmmmm...." Alex moaned. And just at that moment, the hot water ran out. - - - - - - - - - - - "Stop that, you're hyperventilating," Janice said, as she held Alex's hand tightly. "Take deep breaths. Everything will be OK." Alex and Janice stepped out of the elevator and started walking down the hall to work. Alex was wearing a long trench coat that hid his backwards joints. It looked ridiculous - like he was