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Here's a little something that just sort of came to me - almost as fast as I could type. I guess the idea / dream had been sitting in the back of my mind for quite a while, waiting for a chance to come out. Anyway, enjoy. Curiosity Cursed the Cal By Elrod W The swaying hips, so perfectly rounding the rear of the short red skirt, with long tanned sexy legs stepping in the high heels had a hypnotic effect. Cal sat, a dreamy look in his eyes as the young lady sauntered around the corner, ignorant of the ogling eyes on her nearly ideal body. A smack to his arm roused Cal from his reverie. "Hey!" The woman's voice sounded annoyed. Judging from the look on her face, annoyed wasn't the half of it. Cal turned slowly back toward his lunch companion. Now that the gorgeous girl was out of site, he could concentrate again. "What?" he asked, feigning ignorance. Sally frowned. "I saw you gawking at that girl." "I was not!" Cal protested feebly. From the disgusted look he was getting, his defense had failed. "Okay, Sally. So I was. So what?" Sally shook her head. Unlike the recent object of Cal's attention, Sally was just a plain girl. A freckled-faced girl-next-door type. Medium height, not chubby but also not super-model curvy, medium-length sandy blonde hair. Nice, but not spectacular. And right now, angry. "So it's pretty disgusting, that's what. The way you look at girls - probably wondering if you'd ever have a chance to boff them!" "I wasn't thinking about..." Cal cut off his protest. Better that Sally never know the real reason he watched women. Better she think he was a macho stud. Which he wasn't, and he wasn't deluded enough to think so. Cal was just an average guy. Six feet nothing, not skinny and not fat, he was in far better shape than some of his contemporaries. Maybe that was because, at twenty- six, he was still active in sports and exercise. A conservative cut to his brown hair and a bushy mustache made him look older; without the mustache he looked too young. Cal wouldn't turn many eyes, and that seemed to suit him just fine. As Cal paid the check, Sally began to stare at intently at him. Finally, on the car ride back to the office, she cornered him. "You weren't thinking about screwing that girl, were you." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Cal looked away. He couldn't pretend that concentrating on driving had kept him from hearing; Sally was driving. And he didn't want her to see him blushing. "What was it?" Sally persisted. "You're hiding something, aren't you." Cal thought about answering. Sally was a very good friend; they'd known each other since childhood, and now worked for the same company. But could he? It all came down to whether Cal trusted her with a very deep - and embarrassing - secret. Finally, as they pulled into the parking garage, Cal decided. "I was just curious." "About what?" Sally asked, perplexed. Cal looked sheepishly down. "Curious. You know." Sally's confusion was slow to ebb. "Curious about..." Her mouth suddenly dropped open. "About the girl?" She shook her head. "I'm not sure I understand." "Haven't you ever - you know - wondered? What it's like, I mean." Sally's eyes widened as she took in Cal's admission. She finally smiled. "I guess I have. Once or twice." Then her mouth dropped open again. "Are you saying that you stare at women because..." Cal blushed. "Because I wonder what it would be like. In their body. Having sex and everything." Sally looked at him, and then smiled. "Most guys have wondered." She laughed. "Especially when their partner is screaming passionately in the midst of a multiple orgasm." She watched as Cal looked up at her. "Don't worry. Your secret's safe." ***** "Hold the elevator, Cal!" Sally ran to catch up as Cal jabbed the button, opening the doors. "Thanks," she panted as the doors started to close again. The elevator, as was the case at quitting time, was full, so Sally said nothing. But Cal noticed that she had a very curious smile. Like she had a secret. Cal had to wait until they were walking out to their cars before they could speak privately. He stopped her, turning Sally toward him. "Okay," he said. "Out with it." Sally smiled. "I just found a little present for you. How about we go get some dinner, then I'll give it to you at my place?" Cal pried, but Sally was insistent. Finally, he gave in. Cal's curiosity was nearly unbearable by the time Sally unlocked the door to her apartment. She walked in casually, as if there were nothing going on, and Cal follower her impatiently. He flopped down on the couch as she hung up her jacket. "Okay, what's up your sleeve?" he asked. Sally was enjoying the suspense, but she knew it wasn't really fair to Cal. "Okay," she said as she slipped into a stuffed chair. "I was browsing today, and I think I found a way to help you." She watched Cal's expression turn to confusion. "With your, um, problem, that is." Cal frowned. "What do you mean, 'help'?" Sally couldn't contain herself, so great was her excitement. "I found a little on-line occult store. Okay, I know you don't believe in that, and I really don't either, but there was a section on sexual spells. I looked, just out of curiosity." She was sitting forward in the chair, one hand fumbling in her purse. "Anyway, I found this spell. It sounds like just what you want." She pulled out a paper, glanced at it, then held it out to Cal, smiling. Cal took the paper. It seemed to be just a bunch of Latin or Greek or other weird language on a printout. "What is it?" Sally smiled. "It's an ancient Druid spell. It's supposed to give the caster the ability to swap bodies." She was practically bubbling. "The site is pretty cool. It's called 'online_spells.com'. It's like they can take what you want and tailor one of their spells to match! You pick a category, like body swapping, and then it gives sub- headings. After you pick and choose, it gives you a listing of spells." She was grinning. "And here's the cool part - you can take a spell as-is, or tailor it." Cal was looking at the words carefully, nervously. He didn't believe in this, even though he wanted to. "So how does it work?" Sally was almost eager for this. "You read the spell, and it takes effect on you. Then, according to the instructions, when you see a woman who's curious about being a man, you can trigger a change. You get to be her!" Cal's expression changed from one of hopeful anticipation to shock, then to disbelief. "You can't be serious!" Sally looked hurt. "I am serious," she said, her enthusiasm dampened by his reaction. "I was just trying to help." Cal lowered his head. He'd just hurt his friend by his actions. "I'm sorry. I know you wanted to help. It's just that," he tried to find the right words, "this has been such a desire that it's hard to believe in this spell." Sally looked at him. "Could it hurt to try?" Cal glanced at her, then his smile slowly returned. "I guess it wouldn't hurt." He sat forward, staring intently at the paper. "I guess I just read it?" he asked. Sally shrugged. "I guess so." Cal began reading - a difficult task when reading ancient the ancient Celtic language of the druids. As he finished, the page flashed into smoke and flame, stunning both Cal and Sally. He stared at the spot where the paper had been, then at Sally, dumbfounded. "Well, do you feel any different?" she asked tentatively. Cal thought for a second. "No, I don't." He shook his head and looked at Sally, and his jaw dropped. Sally was staring at Cal, her face strangely calm yet determined. "I'm curious," she finally said. There was a flash in Cal's eyes at the same time a disorienting sensation struck him, like he was being tossed and tumbled and spun. The sensation ended. And Cal was looking at his own body, sitting on the couch and staring at him wide-eyed. "What the hell?" he asked, and his jaw dropped at the sound of his voice. Or more precisely, of Sally's voice. "Cal?" his body asked tentatively, "is that you? In my body?" Cal nodded slowly. "Uh huh!" He frowned, concentrating. "What happened?" His body grinned. "I guess the spell worked," Sally answered in Cal's voice. "I'm you, and you're me!" Cal knew what she'd said was the truth. "But how do we get back?" Sally smiled. "You were curious about sex, right? My guess is we'll go back if we have sex." "But we're... we're friends!" Cal protested, still in shock at hearing Sally's voice. Sally grinned. "So?" Then she frowned. "Why didn't you go to the bathroom before you read that spell? Your bladder is full. Now I'm going to have to take care of it." She rose awkwardly from the couch, stepping tentatively as she tried out the new body. Cal sat back in the chair, feeling the new sensation of weight on his chest and the slight swaying as Sally's breasts moved with the motion of her body. It felt... different! Cal glanced down, and was surprised at how big they looked from her vantage point. Cal had thought she was just average. But from this perspective - she looked very nicely endowed! Cal's hands slowly drifted up to feel them. Cal heard the sound of a man peeing from the bathroom. And yet... it sounded different. No steady stream - this was an interrupted stream. As if... Cal suddenly felt like laughing. Sally was having to aim it, and without much luck, judging from the splashing sound and the muffled curses. Then the toilet flushed, and Cal somehow knew that Sally had a mess to clean up. He turned his attentions back to her - his - breasts. He cupped them, feeling their firmness in his hands, while at the same time, he felt his hands through the fabric of her blouse and bra, pressing lightly into his skin. His boobs. He felt his pulse race as the new feeling coursed through his body. He felt a strange and wonderful tingling in his nipples, and he drew in a sharp breath. It was... so interesting. So like what he'd imagined, and at the same time so different. Cal looked down, seeing the nipples hardening, jutting out, announcing their presence even through the clothing. "Pretty nice, aren't they," Sally said, startling Cal. He glanced up and saw her, one hand absently pressing against her crotch, grinning at the way Cal was fondling his newfound chest decorations. "It's making me feel..." Sally's grin widened. "Horny?" she asked knowingly. Cal felt a tremble course through his body, and felt a warmth spreading in his crotch. "Um hmm," he said softly, his voice little more than a moan. "It feels so... good." Sally smiled, and then she frowned. "Say, why didn't you tell me aiming this thing was so tough." She pressed against the pants, outlining the large aroused bulge, causing a faint shiver of pleasure as she brushed Cal's member. "Sheesh, you barely touch this thing and it gets hard!" She pressed her hand firmly against the crotch, trembling slightly. "Wow! I can't wait to try it out!" Cal sat in the chair, both fascinated and terrified. He'd always wanted this, true, but this... this was weird! And at the same time, he couldn't deny the desire building within him, a need burning more intensely with each passing moment. Sally made the first move. She sat on the arm of Cal's chair, her hand reaching tentatively for Cal's breast. Cal's eyes widened with uncertainty, and then as her hand began to caress, his eyes softened, nearly closing as Cal arched his back, pressing the bosom toward Sally's hands. Sally bent around, her mouth rushing for Cal's lips in an eager kiss, and as she pressed Cal's body back into the chair, her hand continued its ministrations to her boob, while the other hand leaped for Cal's waist. Cal whimpered, surprised, as he felt the large male hand pressing firmly into his crotch, but the whimper turned into a soft moan as the fingers, even through the skirt and panties, touched his womanhood. He shuddered with a pleasure, which was both similar to and completely unlike anything he'd known before. It radiated outward from within him, a warm tingly sensation which made him want more and more. He felt his crotch getting wet, and he knew that he wanted to experience sex. Sally's hand slipped down Cal's leg, and even as it slid back, under the skirt, pressing firmly against the smooth skin, Cal shivered with delight, kissing Sally with an intensity he hadn't believed possible. Her fingers slid up over his panties, then he felt a tug on the waistband, and her hand was in her crotch, rubbing frantically at the hot moist slit. Cal felt his hand moving toward Sally's waistband, and even as his mind contemplated the correctness of the action, his hand began to rub the bulge through Sally's pants. Cal knew that his curiosity was about to be satisfied, and from the sensations he'd had so far, he was ready and willing to help Sally get ready. From the feel of things, Cal knew that she was eager to mount him. With a strength that surprised him, Cal pushed Sally back onto the floor, her fingers clawing at the belt and zipper, pulling her pants and shorts down, exposing the stiff love rod, firm and large and ready to give Cal what he'd wondered so long about. As Cal moved to straddle Sally, he tugged the panties, kicking them free. He lowered himself on Sally, his moist pussy pressing against her shaft. Tremors of pleasure began as he moved himself, slowly and tentatively, sliding his wet slit sliding and lubricating the firmness in Sally's groin. His clit seemed to explode with newfound pleasure whenever it glided on Sally's rod, and Cal felt himself losing control, wanting to keep this pleasure building more and more, wanting to understand intimately sex from a woman's viewpoint. Sally felt the warm moistness sliding slowly up and down, increasing her arousal. She felt her hips begin to move of their own accord, thrusting her crotch up and down, increasing the sensations building within her. She thrust longer, harder, feeling her new organ sliding so easily on Cal's wetness, until she felt a slight push, a resistance she hadn't expected. She moved her hips, pressing forward again, and suddenly, she knew she was inside Cal. She felt his hot pussy surrounding her, stroking her, and she began to thrust furiously. Cal screamed softly as Sally slid so easily inside him. Suddenly, the external stimulation was gone, replaced with the big shaft sliding easily in and out. The pleasure, which had been building exploded with the sudden change, causing Cal to gasp for breath amidst his cries of passion. He felt his pussy contracting rhythmically, squeezing Sally's manhood in time with the explosions of pleasure. And this stimulation was enough that Sally suddenly tensed before a few final deep thrusts, then Cal felt her rod pumping within her, pulsing and pounding against his own orgasm, shooting within him its hot load. Cal nearly collapsed on Sally, feeling an exhilaration he'd never experienced. He moved to slide off her, but as he did so, he felt his pussy responding to even that slight stimulation, sending it back to its pinnacle of pleasure. His moans changed, becoming more frantic cries, nearly screams, as he pumped his hips up and down on Sally, pounding her shaft in and out, continuing to pleasure himself on her. He felt Sally softening, and Cal knew that she was spent, even as he wanted more and more. He leaned forward, bracing his body on his arms as he kissed passionately at Sally, trying to do anything to get more of her. ***** Cal sat on the toilet, feeling Sally's juices oozing slowly from his wet crotch even as he emptied his bladder. He dabbed at the mess with a wad of toilet paper, then another and another until he felt it was reasonably clean. Now nude, he walked casually back to the bedroom, delighting in how the breasts moved and bounced, swaying ever so nicely with each step. Sally was sitting in bed, smiling. She looked at Cal, wearing her body, and began to feel aroused yet again. As Cal began to crawl across the bed toward her, leaning forward to kiss her, she scrambled until she was behind Cal, rubbing her already-stiffening member between his legs. Cal tensed, feeling yet another wave of pleasure building within him as she rubbed, both with her dick and with her hand, wrapped around his waist. And then she mounted him like an animal, he on his hands and knees, his pussy pointing so invitingly to receive her stiff shaft. In and out she pumped, feeling the pleasure renewing within her, feeling Cal's vagina rippling as if milking her shaft. Deeper, faster, more intently she plunged her rod, the orgasm growing nearer and nearer, until she once again exploded. ***** "There's one more thing I'm curious about," Sally said softly as she nibbled Cal's ear. They lay nude atop the covers, their bodies glistening with sweat and their body fluids, fatigued but ecstatic from their seemingly non-stop lovemaking. Cal felt a rush of pleasure as Sally's hand caressed his boob. "What's that?" he asked. Sally smiled. "Haven't you ever wondered? About giving - oral sex?" She had moved behind Cal's head, then with a gentle but irresistible force, bent his head down. Cal gasped, knowing what Sally wanted, seeing her excited shaft moving closer and closer. "No," he whimpered. He tried to struggle, but Sally used both hands, forcefully pressing his head down. Cal felt the sticky shaft against his closed lips even as he smelled the musky aroma of their combined love fluids. He couldn't turn his head away; Sally's grip was a vice, pressing him into involuntarily servicing her. Cal accepted the inevitable, although reluctantly. He knew beyond a doubt that Sally was much stronger in his borrowed body. He also knew, far off in the back of his mind, that a tiny part of him was curious. He parted his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the shaft even as it slid into his mouth. Up and down his head bobbed, his tongue teasing the shaft as his lips caressed its length. And then Sally stiffened. Before Cal could react, the dick erupted, spewing its hot salty load into his mouth. He gasped for air, and in doing so, swallowed some of the cum. Still, Sally pressed his head down, intent on a complete and total blowjob. ***** Cal sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Sally with a mixture of lust, love, confusion, and regret. "What have we done?" he asked sadly, still amazed at hearing her soft voice in his ears. Sally grinned. "Satisfied our curiosity," she said. "So?" Cal frowned. "So... what?" he asked Sally smiled. "Was it everything you expected? Was it what you hoped for?" Cal started to answer, and then he got a far-off look. "Um hmm," he said softly. "How about you?" Sally's smiled broadened. "I'd say I satisfied my curiosity." Cal's senses exploded in a flash, with the same disorienting sensation. And Cal stared at Sally's body, so petite and lovely, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Are we..." he asked cautiously, not trusting his senses completely after the evening's events. Sally looked down, her hand reaching up to touch her breast. She looked up at Cal, pleased. "I think so." Cal looked at her, now unsure of how to handle the change in their relationship. They'd been friends - good friends. Now, thanks to a body swap, they'd been lovers. "Now what?" he asked in an unsteady voice. Sally looked at him, then a smile crept across her face. "How about some comparison testing?" ***** Cal clicked on his mouse, turning on his screen saver, and then stepped quickly from his cubicle, his coffee cup in hand. With as little sleep as he and Sally had gotten, he needed lots of coffee. He rounded the corner to the coffee cup, then started when he nearly bumped into one of the secretaries, a tall lithe African- American girl. "Hi, Keesha," he said when he recognized her. Keesha looked at him strangely, as if there were something wrong. In her heels, she actually had to look down a little at Cal. She just stared for several disconcerting seconds. "Is there something wrong?" Cal asked. He watched her carefully; it was like she'd gone into a trance or something. Keesha snapped out of her momentary trance. Her smile grew wide, and she licked her lips invitingly. "I'm curious," she finally said. After a blinding flash and the momentary disorientation, Cal looked out of his eyes... and saw himself again! He - whoever it was in his body - was staring at him, looking both confused and pleased. Cal felt a tremble of fear. This is exactly what had happened the night before... after he'd read that spell! The spell! Something had gone wrong with the spell! He glanced around, and saw the mirror hanging over the sink. Staring back at him from the mirror was Keesha's face. Cal felt his hand lift up, brushing his cheek with her inch-long nails, touching the ebony skin. Now that he was in her body, he couldn't help but stare at the reflection. Full sensuous lips, big round dark eyes, flawlessly smooth dark skin and high cheekbones, dark hair in tight curls bunched atop her head. And lower - Cal gasped and had to glance down. She had magnificent breasts. Firm and full and round, they pushed up out of her low-cut sweater, displaying more than a little cleavage in an inviting sexy way. Cal turned as he felt a hand touching his waist, a gasp slipping from his lips. Keesha - in his body - stood beside him, touching his hips lightly and wearing a look of anticipation. Cal felt a wave of panic. "We can't..." he protested. "This is... work! We can't!" Keesha licked her lips in anticipation. "We have to," she said insistently. "You know that, don't you. And you want me as much as I want you." Cal shuddered, knowing that Keesha had spoken the truth. She - he - was a very attractive woman. And now, in her body, he found himself getting excited thinking about coupling with his body. But still - it was just after lunch. There was still nearly half a day's worth of work to do! "We can't just take off from work," he protested. Keesha smiled. "So you get to find out what it's like to be a secretary for the rest of the day." She squeezed his butt playfully. "Then you can satisfy my curiosity." She turned and walked back to his office. ***** Cal felt ragged by quitting time. He'd found just how difficult it was to type with long nails; even though he'd been accomplished with the keyboard, the nails kept getting in the way. His wrists were painfully sore by the end of the day. And all the other things - stuff memos in files. Get notes out of files. Answer the damned phone - Cal hated the phone by the end of the day, mostly because it made him listen to Keesha's high voice all day. Finally, he got into the elevator, bumping not unexpectedly into Keesha. She looked very pleased with herself. "Okay," Cal said when they got a bit of privacy. "Let's go do it." Keesha grinned. "Not so fast. I want to experience more than just a quick fuck." She reached out and touched his very large breast. "How about a little dancing first?" Cal shuddered. She seemed to know what was going on, and that gave her more control than he had. He had no idea of what had happened. "Okay. We'll do it your way." Keesha took him dancing. It felt weird to dance in this body, with the large breasts jiggling and bouncing all over, attracting a fair number of leering stares. Cal felt a little self-conscious at how others were gawking at his body. And yet, at the same time, it seemed a little exciting. He had a body that could get that kind of attention. And the drinks were definitely loosening his inhibitions. They went to Cal's townhouse. Keesha smiled appreciatively as she glanced around, then she pulled Cal roughly to her, her mouth open and her tongue already forcing its way between Cal's full lips. Her hands roamed uncontrollably over Cal's sexy body. Keesha led a willing Cal to the bedroom. As he watched, uncertain, she kicked off his shoes, then dropped her pants and stepped out of them. She wrapped her hand around the enlarged penis in her crotch. A visible shiver went through her body as she felt the first sensations on her new male organ. She sat down on the bed, her hand stroking the firm shaft. "Strip," she said to Cal. As Cal started to unfasten his clothes, she stopped him. "No. Not like that. Do a strip show for me." Cal slowly undressed, his hands tracing curves over this sensuous black body as he revealed it inch by gorgeous inch to Keesha, touching and caressing his boobs, sliding over his wet box, bringing himself higher and higher in pleasure. His eyes closed, so fascinated was he by this self-pleasuring while he danced for Keesha. The bra slid off his shoulders, revealing his large firm mammaries, the nipples large and dark and erect with excitement. His panties slid down slowly, revealing his hot box. And all the while, he saw Keesha sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes wide with excitement as she stroked herself. Finally, Keesha could take no more. She leaped from the bed and grabbed Cal, pushing him roughly to the bed, then pushing apart his legs. Without regard for him, she leaned forward, pushing firmly and roughly until she slid her dick into his pussy. A wide- eyed look of unexpected pleasure crossed her face, and she began to pump firmly and deeply. Again and again she thrust until she exploded in a mighty orgasm, shooting her seed deep within Cal. She withdrew abruptly, having spent her load, and then rolled on her back, still grinning. Cal half-rolled to look at her, his eyes pleading to complete his pleasure. "Do it yourself," Keesha said mockingly. Cal touched himself, feeling a bit embarrassed and hurt. How could she not pleasure him? But as he began to minister to his pussy, he was distracted from his predicament by the rising heat in this sexy body. And as the pleasure built, he found himself moaning heavily, and then screaming with passion as wave after wave of orgasm overtook him. Each time he thought it was done, another brush on his clit renewed the pleasure. On and on it went. Finally, nearly exhausted, Cal let his hand drop. He glanced at Keesha, and felt a tremble of uneasiness. Keesha was leering at him again, her hand in her crotch stroking herself. Cal knew what she wanted, and he wanted her back in him too. But Keesha had another surprise. She straddled Cal, her dick pointing between Cal's large breasts, then she reached down and squeezed his breasts, pressing them together and around the large shaft. With a grin, Keesha began pumping, sliding the firm shaft back and forth between Cal's boobs, titty-fucking Cal, and finally spewing a load of cum all over the big soft breast flesh. When Cal asked if she were done, Keesha grinned at him. Instead, she turned Cal on his side, then curled up behind him, snuggling close. Cal, exhausted from the short night before, the dancing, and the heavy sex, drifted to sleep. Cal awoke feeling a bit odd. Something was pulling at his chest. He glanced down, and gasped. He was still in Keesha's body, her large boobs feeling unfamiliar as he lay. Cal was starting to wonder what had awakened him when he felt something large and firm against the backs of his thighs. Then Keesha's hand lifted Cal's leg, and her firm manhood slid forward, rubbing against Cal's sensitive clit. Almost immediately, Cal began to feel wet and horny again. Keesha slid her dick back and forth, and then she pressed it against Cal's vaginal lips, parting them with the firm shaft and allowing Keesha to slide inside. Cal moaned at the renewed pleasure. And this time, as Keesha rocked her hips, pumping into Cal, Cal let his fingers caress his clit. He exploded in an orgasm the likes of which he'd never felt. ***** Cal glanced up and down the street as he walked to the mailbox. Though he hated not having mail delivered to his door, especially in inclement weather, the group mailbox did have its benefits. It was a bit of a walk, helping him keep up his exercise. And it was kind of the social center for his neighbors. Cal was turning the lock closed when he sensed someone else. He turned. It was Mrs. Cranston. "Hi," he said, trying to sound friendly. Mrs. Cranson was looking at him strangely. An older woman of nearly fifty, she was still reasonably attractive, if a few pounds overweight. Without the crows' feet, she'd have looked thirty. And she usually kept her hair nicely styled, even if the occasional gray hair showed. It made her look kind of sophisticated. And she was gawking at Cal. He tried to turn, to flee, but something wouldn't let him move. Finally, Mrs. Cranston smiled at him. "You know, Cal, I've always wondered..." The flash. The momentary disorientation. And Cal was looking at himself again. Mrs. Cranston had more imagination that Cal would have given her credit for. And somehow, in his body, she'd found some way of having all the stamina she needed. Or else it was part of that weird spell. She took Cal on the carpet. She did him doggie style on the couch. She had him from behind as he bent over the table. She tit-fucked him between his large firm boobs. She had him give her a blowjob. She had him in the shower as they were washing. She lay on her back while he rode her. She sat in a chair and pulled Cal on top of her, his legs straddling both her legs and the chair as she pumped deeply in him. And finally, she ate him while he gave her another blowjob. Finally, she was satisfied and they swapped back. With a kiss blown over her shoulder and a contented smile, she walked back to her own home, her hips swaying in a seductive way. ***** Sally poked her head into Cal's office. "You look beat." Cal glanced up. He looked, if anything, worse than Sally had stated. "I've got a problem." Sally frowned, then sat down in his chair, automatically closing the door behind herself. "What's up?" Cal sighed heavily. "I haven't gotten much sleep the last few nights" Sally started to smile, thinking of their night together. Then she froze. "Nights?" Cal nodded. "That spell isn't working right." Sally's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, it isn't working right?" Cal closed his eyes a moment, then took a deep breath. "Two days ago, after lunch, I bumped into Keesha in the coffee room." He watched Sally's eyes, but she didn't react. "She got a far-off look, and then she said, and I quote, 'I'm curious'. And then we switched bodies." Sally's eyes widened. "But that's... just like us? But..." Cal nodded. "And then we went out for a night of dancing and sex. And this morning, she finally said she wasn't curious. And we changed back." Sally whistled. "That's just what happened to us." Cal nodded again. "And last night, I bumped into a neighbor at the mailbox. She said she was curious, and we swapped too." He looked a bit frazzled. "I don't think the spell wore off. You've got to find out." Sally returned within an hour. She looked glum, a fact which didn't do much for Cal's mood. "Not good?" he asked, fear in his voice. Sally shook her head. "I... it... the spell... well, it's not really a good spell." Cal frowned. "Go on." Sally grimaced. "It was originally supposed to be used as a curse." Cal's eyes widened. "What do you mean, a curse?" "Well, according to the help desk, it was based on a druidic curse, which would help prevent men lusting after the wives of the powerful and rich." Cal frowned. "That doesn't sound like what you described to me." Sally shook her head. "Well, they explained it all." She glanced at some hand-written notes. "The base spell affects anyone who lusts after the recipient of the spell." She glanced up. "That's you, since you read the spell." Back to the notes. "Anyway, the mods were to make you swap bodies, so you could satisfy your curiosity." She glanced up at Cal, a look of sorrow and regret on her face. "I goofed on that part. It was supposed to be when you wanted to swap, not the other person." Cal's mouth flapped for a few seconds as he struggled to find the words. "So what you're saying is that any woman who looks at me wondering about what it's like - swaps with me?" Sally felt tiny. "That's about it." ***** Cal sat glumly in a chair, staring straight ahead. Sally should have been here by now. Then the phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello," he asked nervously. "Yes, that's me." His face became a bit distraught. "How bad is she?" He listened more. "Okay, I'll be right over." Cal slipped the phone into the receiver, then grabbed his jacket and practically ran for the door. Speed limits were no object as Cal drove. Red lights only meant that he should slow and check for traffic. Remarkably, Cal made it to the hospital without either an accident or a ticket. He screeched to a halt in the parking lot and ran inside. He bounded to the front desk. "May I help you?" an old woman asked politely as he approached. "Sally Langford," Cal announced brusquely. The woman looked at him, and then consulted a computer screen. "Room 4028. But..." Her words were lost - Cal was already gone. The elevator was too slow; Cal paced nervously as if his action could speed its travel. When the doors opened, he burst forth, glanced at a sign, and trotted down a corridor. He passed a nurse's station, then turned and came into room 4028. Sally lay in the bed, her eyes closed peacefully. But that was an illusion - she had an IV tube in her arm, and bandages on her cheeks, her chin, and her arms spoke volumes of the damage she'd suffered. Cal looked at her, his head reeling. What had happened? All they'd said was that she'd been in an accident. "Are you Mr. Fleming?" Cal spun and saw a nurse who'd sneaked up on him. "Uh, yeah." The nurse nodded. She was a rather heavy woman - not obese, but a bit large. Hefty. And short. With huge breasts. Not large - huge. Her red hair was cut rather short, but styled nicely, and it framed a face which, despite her size, was strikingly attractive. The round face was nicely accented by her hair, rather than being exaggerated; her makeup was spartan but perfectly applied, adding to her attractiveness. One eyebrow raised as she looked at Cal. "Has anyone briefed you on Ms. Langford's condition?" Cal shook his head. The nurse picked up her chart. "She looks far worse than she is. She's got a concussion and some scrapes and bruises, but no broken bones. She got off lucky." Cal sighed his relief. Then he noticed that the nurse was giving him a strange look. Like... Mrs. Cranson. And Keesha. And Sally. He started to backpedal, then found himself frozen. "You know, there have been times that I've wondered what it's like..." The flash blinded him again. And he found himself in a nurse's uniform, swirls of red locks dancing around his face, enormous weights tugging at both shoulders. He glanced down, and gasped as his hands lifted up to cup the enormous boobs he had. Intellectually, Cal knew that they weren't really that big - it was an optical illusion because he was now a bit smaller. But still... Cal glanced up and found his body leering at him. "I get off duty in about ten minutes." The nurse licked her top lip seductively. "Then we can have some fun." She grinned. "Now go out and pretend you're me for a few minutes. But don't do anything." Just a few minutes later, Cal came back to Sally's room. The nurse was sitting there, in his body, and... Cal's mouth dropped in shock - she was jacking off! Cal watched as she stroked feverishly, finally exploding in a gush of cum, her eyes wide with pleasure. The nurse looked at Cal, smiling. "Close the door, then slide the curtain shut. Cal complied, curtaining off the empty bed of the double room, leaving them hidden from Sally's area. "Now come here." Obediently, Cal complied, not resisting as she took his head and pushed it down into her lap, toward her still-erect member. "Clean me." Resigned to more humiliation, Cal began to lick and clean the sticky fluid from her hard shaft. He heard the nurse begin to breathe deeply again, her dick staying firm, then she placed her hands on Cal's head and directed him over the rod. Forcefully, she pressed him down, inserting her dick into his open mouth, moving his head up and down along the length of her dick. Within minutes, she stiffened, then spurted her load into Cal's mouth. Cal glanced up at her, cum dripping on his chin. She smiled, and then reached for Cal's chest, slowly and deliberately unbuttoning her uniform. With practiced ease, she slipped the jumpsuit down over his shoulders, over his large breasts, then guided him to his feet as she navigated the cloth down over his hips, catching his panties on the way. Cal kicked off the shoes, then stepped out of the uniform while she unfastened his large bra. Cal felt his boobs sag and sway as they were freed from their restraints. Immediately, the nurse began to lick and suck on one of the large brown nipples, one hand cupping a breast while the other snaked its way down Cal's tummy and into the mound of red pubic hair. Cal gasped as her fingers slipped into the slit, touching the sensitive clit. A tremor coursed through his body, and he felt himself getting wet and horny. The nurse smiled as she continued to play with him. Finally, she backed away from the erect nipple. "Now bend over the bed." Cal complied. She stood, shuffling awkwardly with her pants around his ankles, then slid up behind him. Cal felt her rock-hard shaft pressing between his legs, rubbing against his clit, slipping on the love juices flowing freely from his pussy. He trembled with excitement at the mounting pleasure. And then she was inside him, pumping in and out, rocking back and forth, deeper and deeper, with one hand wrapped around his waist touching his clit and the other cupping one of his dangling swaying boobs. Cal fought to make sure he didn't scream or even moan loudly, a difficult task as orgasm after orgasm racked his body. When she exploded within him, his own orgasm reasserted itself, contracting in time with the pulses of her rod. She backed off, fluids dripping from her still-erect member, a smile on her face. She looked at Cal with a lustful leer, then turned him around, pushing him to his knees. She pressed the rod between his tits, its tip extending to just under his chin. She tilted Cal's head down, until he was positioned to kiss and lick her rod, then she pressed his tits together. Awkwardly at first, she began to slide her dick up and down in the chasm of his cleavage, while his lips ministered to the bobbing tip. Faster and faster she pumped, until she trembled and pressed firmly, pleasure rippling through her body as she shot her load onto Cal's face, some of it dripping onto his exposed boobs. After sitting for a few minutes, resting from the action, she went to the cabinet and withdrew a couple of items, then disappeared into the bathroom. She called out a few moments later, inviting him to join her. Cal gasped. She was holding a filled enema bag. Knowing that he had to satisfy her curiosity, still half-stunned by what was happening, he obediently bent over the sink, pointing his large round ass at her. She inserted the hose, then squeezed the bag empty. Cal felt the pressure in his bowels. He held it for as long as he could before he emptied his rectum into the toilet. As he cleaned up, he saw the nurse liberally applying KY jelly to her stiff prick. Cal's eyes moistened. She saw the tears forming and just grinned. "Oh, yeah," she confirmed. Cal walked slowly back to the bed, then bent over, his boobs dangling nearly to the blankets. The nurse eased up behind him, then Cal felt something pressing against him. Harder and harder the nurse pushed, her slippery rod working to penetrate, and finally, she slipped into Cal's anus. He managed to stifle the cry of pain as the rod slid home; he was surprised at how much it hurt. And yet... the pain began to subside, giving way to a new sensation. Cal's hand slid involuntarily to his crotch, through the tufts of curly red hair, into the still-moist slit. With an increasing fervor, Cal touched himself, adding yet another stimulus. Cal exploded in yet another orgasm a the nurse pumped in and out of his rear. He felt his muscles contracting, and he discovered to his shock and dismay that he desperately wanted to have a cock inside his pussy as he had the orgasm. But the nurse continued, until she, too, came. The nurse stood behind Cal, her member limp and soft, a smile etched onto her features. Slowly, painfully, Cal stood and turned, fluids dripping from his boobs, his pussy, his anus, and dried on his chin. He looked up at the nurse tearfully, wondering what else she might have in store. But she just smiled, then the flash happened again. ***** With a sense of urgency, Cal turned on Sally's computer. It had to be here - the e-mail or notes or something about that stupid spell! At least the URL of where she'd gotten it! His heart sank as the error message displayed. The file allocation table, whatever the hell that was, was corrupted. The computer wouldn't boot. Cal softly screamed his dismay. What was he going to do now? Glumly, Cal walked back to his office. He turned on his own computer, and after logging in, he turned on his browser. "Spells on the web", or something like that. He tried it. No luck. He tried a few variants. Still nothing. Feeling panic starting to set in, Cal turned on his search engine. A few results from a search for spells and magic. He tried the links, but he couldn't find anything that seemed to match. He felt helpless - he'd never seen the site; Sally had gotten the spell. So Cal didn't know what he was looking for - only that he had to find it, and soon! It was getting late when Cal finally turned off his computer, feeling a fateful resignation. He couldn't find it. It was up to Sally. But she was still lying in the hospital, drugged with painkillers and sedatives so she could recover from her injuries. He was stuck. Cal eased up to the stoplight, wondering what he was going to do. Go home, that was the first item. Then? Then - nothing. He didn't want to go out again. Not after what had happened. In the corner of his eye, Cal saw the car pull up beside him. He glanced - and did a double take. It was a ragtop Vette, driven by a very attractive blonde. She glanced at him, and then she got the curious expression Cal had come to know and dread. The flash came again. Cal was sitting behind the wheel of the Vette, staring at himself in his own car. And his body smiled at him. "Follow me," she mouthed, smiling, then she drove off. Cal, not knowing what else to do, drove after her. ***** "I can't do that!" Cal protested in the squeaky high-pitched bimboish voice of the girl. "I can't... dance like that!" The girl grinned. "Yes you can. And you will." Cal slumped in the dressing room chair. They were backstage at a cabaret; the girl had explained, in the parking lot, how he could get her in. And now, they were backstage. And Cal was supposed to dance. Cal wanted to cry. The girl touched his breasts, bare but for the skimpy bikini top. Cal looked down, surprised at how firm and large they were. Big stripper boobs. His eyes caught the fine lines, nearly invisible, scars from the augmentation. Silicone enhancement. He continued his inventory of the body. Narrow waist, nice round ass. Long sexy legs, and well-toned. Cal glanced back into the mirror, dismayed at what he saw. He looked like a stripper. He was a stripper. Full pouty lips with makeup to look like an advertisement for sex. Long sexy wavy blonde hair, neatly styled except for the one loose lock, the one rebellious strand. And Cal knew that even that hair was a deliberate part of the makeup - it gave her a mostly-innocent girl look, with just a hint of playfulness. Cal sighed. "Okay, what do I have to do?" The girl explained it, And then left, going out to the audience to enjoy watching Cal dance. Cal felt himself getting hot when the music started. He tried to sway onto the stage, unable to see beyond the glaring lights, but he knew. He could hear from the cheering and whistling that there were guys out there. Lots of guys, who had paid to see strippers like him perform. His heart skipped a beat or two, nervous about what he was going to do. As he began to sway to the music, Cal felt this body getting horny. There was something about performing like this that turned Cal on. His motion slowly became more fluid, more intense, sexier, as the heat built within him. By the end of the first number, his g-string was soaked. As he danced into his second number, he freed his boobs, allowing them to sway and bounce, knowing that the guys were loving it, and feeling himself getting still wetter. The money came fast and furious, with Cal pressing the guys' hot lips against his boobs, or into his cleavage, feeling the warm breath making him still hornier. He could smell himself, the pungent and distinctive musky odor of a woman in heat, and he watched the guys reacting when they smelled it too. The set was over; Cal picked up his clothes and retreated into the dressing room. He knew what was next. A couple of dances on the peripheral stages. Finally, Cal went backstage to get something on, getting ready for making the rounds, trying to earn even more money with table dances. As he sat down, glad to get off his feet for just a moment, Cal felt something weird. A - tension. Like something was lacking. He glanced around his purse - and discovered a package of cigarettes. Cal shuddered. Nicotine withdrawal. This body needed a smoke. Nervously, Cal extracted a cigarette, then feeling awkward because he was a non-smoker, he lit it. The pungent smoke seemed pleasant in his mouth, his throat, and lungs, not at all the foul-smelling choking experience he'd been expecting. And the nicotine began to flood his system. He felt a new calmness wash over him as he slowly, lovingly enjoyed the smoke. By closing time, Cal was sore. He'd been on his feet nearly the entire time. Dancing on stage. Bent over a table, pointing his pert little ass as he wiggled in the face of a customer. Leaning forward and flopping his large and heavy boobs to a customer. He sat on the chair in the dressing room, enjoying yet another cigarette. He didn't see or hear the girl slip up behind him; it was only when she placed her hands on his shoulders that he flinched. "Nice performance," she said, smiling. "How'd you do?" Cal turned, exhaling the smoke carefully away from her face. He couldn't see, but he was holding the cigarette in a very feminine fashion. "It was... interesting. I got kind of horny," he confessed in a hushed voice. The girl grinned. "I could tell. Everyone could tell." Then she got a more serious expression. "I meant, how much did you earn?" Cal frowned, then handed her his purse. She glanced inside, shuffling through the wad of bills, the glanced back at Cal, smiling. "Almost as much as I'd have made. Okay, it's time to give you your reward." Cal went with her to her apartment. It was an apartment she shared with her boyfriend. Cal expected trouble when the two of them showed up, but it didn't come. Instead, Cal got double- teamed. Blowing one while fucking the other. Trying to do two blowjobs at once. Tag-team fucking from the two guys. And finally, as the grand finale, one in her rear and the other in her pussy. Cal was surprised as he felt the two dicks inside him, thrusting in time, feeling like they were touching as they rammed in and out. The sexual excitement built and built, soaring to heights Cal could never have imagined, then exploding like a giant fireworks display, commanding all his attention as one sensory burst after another hammered the pleasure center of his brain. Cal collapsed, passing out from the orgasm. Cal awoke in his body, discovering that he was on one side of a sandwich, with the stripper in the middle. And as he moved, she awoke too. With a kiss, she rolled over and began fondling him, bringing him back to a state of arousal, only this time as a male. A reward for letting her experience life on the other side. ***** There was a rare smile on Cal's face when he walked into the hospital room. Sally sat in bed, watching TV, looking, for the most part, none the worse for wear. She glanced as he slipped through the door. "Hi, Cal." Cal's face lightened. "Hi. You're looking better." Sally tried to smile, but she frowned. "That's what everyone says. The funny thing is, I don't remember what happened." Cal's smile flickered. Memory loss. Well, that might be expected. "You don't remember the accident?" Sally shook her head. "Nope. Nothing." Cal shrugged as he sat down. "Well, that's okay. I'm sure it'll come back to you." He patted her hand reassuringly. "They told me you've been by a few times. I wish I remembered." She looked at Cal, and saw the haunted look in his eyes. "Something's wrong, isn't it." Cal shook his head, trying to deny it. No sense worrying her right now. Not while she was still recovering. "Nothing." But Sally knew Cal too well. "You can't fool me," she said. "What's wrong?" Cal sighed. "It's that damned spell. It's still there, and it's Getting worse." Sally looked confused. "Spell? What spell?" The color drained from Cal's face. "You know - the spell you found. To help me with my curiosity." He watched as none of the words registered. "The spell?" Sally shook her head. "I don't remember any spell." She looked at Cal. "Are you pulling my leg?" Then she saw how pale he was. She saw the desperation in his eyes. She knew he was serious. "What's going on?" Cal explained it to her. Twice. In detail. Their lunch conversation. The spell. Their encounter. Keesha, the neighbor, the nurse, the stripper, the housewife in the supermarket. And more women. All of his encounters. All of the times a woman had stared at him, as if she knew - somehow - that he had a magical power, then said she was curious. All of the times he'd swapped with a woman - just so she could satisfy her curiosity. Sally listened carefully. She knew that Cal wasn't making this up. She'd known him too long, and knew when he was pulling some kind of gag. But this wasn't a gag. He was serious. And Sally realized that it was her fault. She'd been the one who got the spell. And she didn't remember. ***** With the air of a doomed man, Cal trudged through the bank lobby. Damned computer glitch had screwed up his paycheck again, so he didn't get his direct deposit. Which meant he had to make a trip to the bank to deposit the replacement check. Which meant Cal had to go out in public. Cal had little to look forward to in his public sojourns. It seemed like every time he went out, he bumped in to some woman who was curious. It was like he was wearing a sign to attract their attention. 'Look at me! I'm cursed! If you've ever wondered what it's like to be a guy, I'm your answer!' He was lucky this morning - there were only three people in line, and all were male. Cal sighed with relief. That cut down the chances of yet another swap. The line moved quickly, and before he knew it, the teller called for the next customer. Cal walked to the window, and gasped. "Hi again," the teller said, giving him a wide and knowing grin. "It's been a while since you've been here." Cal tried to smile back. "Yeah, I guess it has." His hand was trembling with his nervousness. The teller took Cal's check and deposit slip, winking at him as she did. "Not since..." Cal nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Yeah." The girl smiled. "Well, you certainly know how to satisfy a girl's curiosity." She typed quickly, then handed Cal his deposit receipt. "Too bad I'm not in a curious mood today. It was... interesting!" Cal just shrugged. "Well, maybe next time." He was already getting anxious to leave. He remembered only to vividly this particular teller. She had been curious. And had a very kinky imagination. After her, Cal was left wondering just how many positions she thought were possible, and what she found interesting about whipped cream. Besides making him a sticky mess, that is. As Cal turned, the receipt slipped from his hand. Cal bent over to pick it up, even as the teller called the next customer. Cal straightened up with the receipt, and stared straight into the eyes of a young woman. A young Asian woman, who looked to be no more than twenty. "Oh, shit!" Cal muttered under his breath as he recognized the look in her eyes. He tried to turn, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the teller smiling at him, her eyebrows raised. She knew what was going to happen. Cal knew what was going to happen. The girl finally said it. "You know, once in a while, I've been curious about what it's like..." There was the now-familiar flash, and Cal stared up at his body, knowing that he was in the tiny Oriental woman's body. By now, he was a good judge of women's figures, having been in all sorts of them. She was just over five feet tall, and quite slender. If she were lucky, she had B-cup breasts. Long straight black hair, worn in a ponytail. Dark Asian eyes, with a lovely light brown complexion. A nice looking girl. The girl stared down at him, and slowly a smile crept over her face. "The banking can wait, don't you agree?" She touched Cal's arm, taking his elbow in her large hand, grinning with anticipation. Cal looked up at her, trying to smile as he resigned himself to his fate. He turned with her and walked out of the bank, blushing as he realized that the teller was watching him, amused at his little predicament. For once, Cal felt kind of glad about the encounter. The girl was relatively unimaginative. She just wanted sex, and was happy to do it in the missionary position. But when Cal saw her prick, firm and erect, he contemplated just how tiny this body was. It was going to be tight, he reasoned, starting to feel a bit fearful. What if she was too big? What if she wouldn't fit? Would she hurt him? Cal felt his heat vanishing, replaced by fear. The girl looked in his eyes, surprised that he wasn't wetter. With renewed vigor, she began kissing him passionately, then her lips went down his neck and to his small firm boobs. He felt the pleasure of her caressing and licking, and her fingers expertly manipulated his clit, until his fears were washed aside by a torrent of desire, a need to have sex. Cal felt his juices flowing once again, and he knew he was getting hot for this girl. She brought him to a major orgasm, then kept him there, letting him climax time after time, until Cal felt certain he would pass out. Only then did she roll gently onto him, her knees between his, her body supported on her arms as she lowered herself to him. Cal reached between them, grasping her organ with her hand, guiding it toward his wet hole as she lowered herself onto him. Cal had been right - this little pussy was tight. But the lubricating fluids worked their magic, and the pussy stretched to accommodate the largeness of the prick. The girl settled in slowly, trembling with excitement as she slid slowly in. Cal felt his vagina pulsing around the shaft, grasping it tightly as the muscles rippled with orgasmic aftershocks, filling completely Cal's tight little love box. And then she started pumping, slowly at first, hesitantly, not really sure of what she was doing. But with every stroke, she became more confident as her sexual arousal built, until she was pumping like a steam piston, driving in and out furiously, rapidly stroking back and forth. The pulsations of her thrusts rippled through his tight pussy to his entire groin, tickling his sexual nerves - only a little, but it was enough. Between the inner pounding and the stimulation, Cal came in an explosion of pleasure. And still she pumped, as if she could hold off her orgasm indefinitely, while Cal came and came and came. But finally, after what had seemed like hours of being fucked and having orgasms, the girl stiffened. Her breathing became deeper, more in time with her thrusts, which also became deeper and more insistent. And then she began to spurt a load of hot semen into Cal, her rock-hard dick throbbing with each shot, a ripple of pleasure going through her body with each pulse. They cleaned up, taking a slow shower together, she caressing his boobs while Cal stroked her dick. And she came again in the shower in response to Cal's hand job. Then she made Cal dress in a pair of panties and lacy bra. While she sat on her couch, Cal waited on her, fixing and serving her lunch. They sat on the floor to eat, she dressed and he still in underwear. And he could tell that she was glancing lustfully over her lunch at him. The thought seemed to be strangely exciting to Cal. After lunch, Cal cleaned up, then loaded the dishwasher. All the while, she watched her little servant, and Cal could tell from the bulge in her pants that she wanted him yet again. She swept him up like a rag doll, kissing him passionately as she carried his tiny body back to the bedroom. She laid him gently on the bed, then slid alongside Cal. Her fingers unfastened the bra, freeing Cal's perky little boobs and their aroused, erect nipples. He slid his hand into her crotch, sliding past the tight waistband and inside her underwear, grasping lovingly at the erection she sported. And she, in turn, slid her hand into Cal's panties, encountering a hot wet pussy, already fully aroused and ready for her. It took only a few seconds for Cal to reach an orgasm, and as soon as he did, she rolled onto him, her pants somehow down around her ankles and her erection stiff and ready to enter him. Within moments, she shot another load into Cal. Then she lay upon him, her arms supporting her torso as she leaned forward to kiss him. For a long time, they lay together, she still inside him even as her prick softened. Finally, as she shifted her weight ever so slightly, Cal's pussy squeezed, and it popped out. Cal felt a tremble of disappointment, unhappiness that she wasn't still stimulating his pussy, filling it with her prick. As they dressed, back in their rightful bodies, the girl looked at Cal, a smile of ecstasy on her face. "Thank you," she said simply. ***** To Cal and Sally, it could have been brain surgery. And in effect, it was - surgery on the brain of Sally's computer. The technician was getting offended by how the two continued to stare over his shoulder, watching him run the various utilities, attempting to recover the data from Sally's computer. "Shit," he mumbled to himself as he watched the screen, reading the lines and lines of text messages from the boot up attempt. "What?" Sally and Cal said in nearly perfect unison. The technician shook his head. These two were acting like he was operating on their child. "There's not much left of the FAT." Cal looked at Sally, confused. "The FAT? Fat what?" The technician rolled his eyes. Technical neophytes! "File Allocation Table. The main structure, which tells what files are where on the hard disk." Sally leaned forward, trying to look knowledgeable as she peered at the screen. "Can you fix it?" The technician turned, staring at her in disbelief. "Lady," he finally said, exasperated, "without the file allocation table, the disk is toast." Sally glanced at Cal, then back at the technician. She looked worried. "Can't you get the data off the disk? You know, just go around the FAT?" The technician sighed. Why him? Why did he get this job? Why not something simpler, like explaining the new network configuration to a room full of managers? "Without the file allocation table, the disk is just a whole bunch of sectors of data. Without the table, there's no way to tell where a file starts." Cal felt his hopes slipping away. "But we've got to recover the bookmarks file - the one for the web browser!" The technician snorted. He couldn't take any more of these two. "Good luck. Look, this disk is thirteen gigabytes, right? And your file is probably about two or three kilobytes, right? Scattered around a disk over a million times as big. With lots of other files thrown in. A needle in a haystack would be easier to find." He reached for the power strip, and with an air of finality, he switched off the computer and stood up. "Isn't there any way to get the data back?" Sally pleaded. The technician shook his head, his eyelids lowered. "There are services which can sometimes, and I repeat - sometimes! - recover disks." He waited a painful couple of seconds, enough time for Cal and Sally's hopes to rise. "But we don't use them. Too expensive. It's cheaper to just put in a new disk." He glanced at their defeated expressions, then pushed his way gently between them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other problems to fix." He trudged out the door, muttering under his breath. Sally looked at Cal, and saw the tear forming in the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry, Cal." Cal lowered his head, feeling the weight of the spell fully upon him. "They weren't kidding - about it being a curse." He slumped in Sally's chair, suddenly very weary. Sally watched, feeling tears welling up in her eyes as well. "There's got to be something I can do!" she said in frustration. ***** Cal swore loudly and long as he gazed into the cupboard, a long and especially profane stream of language that would make a drill sergeant blush. The damned cupboard was nearly empty. It was late Saturday evening, he was famished, and there wasn't anything in the house to eat. Not even a lousy can of soup! He cursed again. If only he'd been able to finish shopping Friday. If only he didn't have this damned curse! Now, he'd have to go out again. And the odds of having another swap were very high. He thought briefly - in the past three weeks, there'd been only three or four days he hadn't swapped. It was getting pretty old. If only he hadn't met the girl. The poor black single mother with a two-month old baby. She was curious. Maybe more so, since she'd just gone through childbirth and now was being a single mom. Before he even got in the store, too. Bump, 'Sorry,' the look, 'I'm curious', and the flash. She'd fucked him raw. For almost a day straight, until just a few hours ago. And her breasts - big and heavy and very, very full. Once, while getting done doggy-style, the baby had awakened and cried. Cal understood what the let-down reflex was. Without warning, his big black tits were leaking all over the place, while the girl continued to pound his pussy, ramming herself in with an intensity that was almost painful. It wasn't until she finally came that Cal could get up, and then he'd had to breast-feed the crying little girl. That led to problem number two - lactating during sex had depleted Cal's store of milk. The girl was hungry, and when she wasn't getting satisfaction, she got irritable. Cal's nipples hurt - really hurt - by the time the baby was done. He was tired and sore - and the stupid girl wanted to fuck him again! And so went the entire day - and night! While he fed the baby, she napped or ate or something else. Then, when he was done, she wanted sex again. Cal was only too glad when she'd decided that her curiosity was satisfied and they swapped back. Now Cal had a problem. He had to get something. Maybe a drive-through. But he dismissed that thought. He'd swapped at a McDonalds drive-in window, then had to serve burgers and fries for a few hours until his shift was over! Only to spend the next few hours getting a dick stuffed into every conceivable orifice! He quickly reconsidered. If he got take-out, he could get groceries in the morning, when there weren't many people at the store. That should reduce the chance of a swap. Cal headed for the sandwich shop. It was late, so the shop was nearly empty. Cal sighed with relief. Maybe he could avoid problems. His heart sank when, just as he was paying for his sandwich, a girl came in. Cal guessed she was a student at the university - an easy guess, since she was wearing a sweatshirt that so proclaimed. And she seemed to take an interest in Cal, staring at him with that godawful expression. The precursor to a swap. Cal heade