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The Gym#1.3: More Means Less, Less Means More
By Dr LoVe
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Boy, was Johnny mad when, getting up, he found himself facing Jen's laughing
eyes straight opposite his at four feet and seven and a half inches away
from the floor, Jenny remembered amusingly. This was exactly her height and
she was not in the least inconvenienced by it. Therefore, it was
incomprehensible for her to think that John might have been uncomfortable
with it either. And he was-at first. Yet the dearth of his imagination was
balanced splendidly by Jenny's inventiveness. After all, whatever size you
are, if your partner is the same size, there is so much more that you can do
sex-wise. And even if you do whatever you did before with a shorter partner,
there is more of the partner to do that same thing to. And in sex, everybody
knows, more means better even if more is less as was the case with Johnny.
But, of course, such an intricate argument could not have dawned on John
Grisham's bedazzled mind. None the less it was John who had the sex so all
the critics could eat his shorts just as well.
Jen too was excited by John's transformation. She moved more of her stuff to
John's little flat and settled there permanently, at least more permanently
than she had ever found herself settled with a---well, man.
Jen could not make him put on one smidgen of her clothing. He adamantly
stuck to his boxers and absolutely refused to put on a brassiere or
panties--do believe that she tried--for two reasons only one of which she
knew--his unswerving, insuperable belief in the preservation of his
masculinity. The other reason was one that he did not dare utter, the
shameful sensation of pleasure when his oversensitive nipples got tickled
and massaged lightly against the tightly-pressed fabric of his time-tested
T-shirt, let alone the weight of the tennis-sized oval globes tugging at his
chest and thrashing around the confined space of his undershirt. His
reticent experiments with his breasts sparked a new side John had not known
to possess. He became more passionate in sex and grew gentler in his own
manner of satisfying Jen.
In the month that John Grisham had spent on the look-out at the gym, from
time to time casting an anxious glance at the door through which the
boisterous crowd of health nuts scrambled to and fro, he was tormented by
the feelings of utter helplessness and inadequacy and could find none, but
one good reason to continue going there. That was the reason all folks, who
have not been put under the spell of a mysterious black woman, go to the
gym-to work out. And work out he did.
Women say it is virtually impossible to get rid of the deep-seated storage
of fat bulging the hips and expanding the buttocks, twisting the skin of the
lower abdomen into delicious hillocks and plump mounts sculpted arduously by
those little desserts and confections with which they reward themselves at
the end of the supper. Well, John proved them all wrong. And it did not take
much effort either. He simply knew the most efficient way to work out and
that was what he did best.
John looked himself over in the wall mirror with a satisfied grunt. He had
finally managed to lose all that extra baggage he inherited from that
unfortunate encounter twenty-seven days ago. His brown hips, though still
wide, carried almost no fat deposits and his formerly chubby thighs slimmed
down so drastically that they could not touch each other even if he wanted
to, pressing his delicate knees together. Yet he did not look petite in the
least. His bulging arm muscles gave out his long history of weight-lifting
and his glowering expression displayed his earnestness in the sport and kept
the numerous wooers at bay. And there were many who glanced at the exotic
new-comer with interest or longing when she was turned to them with her
back, nodding to each other and smacking their lips. But no one dared
approach. Johnny knew all about that since he caught their coveting glances
in the mirror and many a head turned his way when he entered the gym, trying
to look buff and menacing with his inwardly turned shoulders and violently
moving arms. All this attention did flatter him, however, striking some
proud chord deep down his soul, but he did not dare show it, drawing a gap
between him and all who wished to make passes at him. He was still a man
after all and no curves could argue with the much-experienced and intimately
known staff between his legs.
John looked himself one last time in the mirror and nodded approvingly.
"That's enough for today," he thought. A tall, muscular woman, roughly his
age, came up from behind and slapped him playfully on his elegantly shaped
buttocks so he felt them quiver shyly. She laughed and facing him in the
mirror said, "Well, Jenny, are you right about finished with the reps? If
not, you could save your strength. You are firm enough where it matters."
She, of course, meant his ass, since John would tell no one of his...little
mishap. John looked in the mirror and noticed how much shorter he was than
her, the top of his head still wearing the short cap of black hair that he
categorically refused to grow out hardly reaching her shoulders.
"Cute, " he said, "But no, how can I? The Championship is in less than sixty
days and I have to push it to my limits."
"Ah, the Championship," she snickered, "You, athletes." She said little else
on the topic and turning around, her slanted eyes laughing above her high
cheekbones, looked at John one more time and said, "Since you are finished,
you want to go chat a bit? Alicia is sick and I can't stand keeping silent
in the locker room." She beckoned him after her, and he followed. He sized
her up from behind and found her to his liking. He did not particularly find
Asian women attractive with their little breasts and flat hips, but this
one, this one was different. Her small butt was just the right shape and her
hips were round and steep and although her breasts were still smallish, she
was extremely beautiful to look at and has he not been at a disadvantage he
would not hesitate dumping sarcastic and bitter Jen for Ufe.
They proceeded to the locker room. She opened the door and entered while he
was about to enter after her when the sign on the locker room door caught
his gaze. He stopped short and looked at Ufe with longing rising from the
bottom of his eyes, but the female shape stenciled on the door precluded his
going in. What was he to do, indeed? He could not take off his shorts, nor
could he take a shower. He was in the habit of going home and taking the
shower there. Not once had he been in the girl's locker room since his
accident although he thought about it constantly and the temptation was
great. John was afraid that he would give himself out some way or another
and that the bulge in his shorts will bring him further embarrassment. And
being harassed by women was not at the top of his to-do list.
She turned around and looked at him surprisingly. "What? Come on in, we'll
chat girl to girl. Or are you not girl enough?"
"Uhh, you know, I just remembered I have to--" John started confusingly,
"Go--somewhere important."
She stared at him with surprise, "What are you afraid or something? Look me
in the eye, do I look like I'd ever hurt such a sweet girlie like you?"
John looked into her oblong, narrow eyes, oozing sarcasm. "Does she know?"
he thought uneasily. "Why is she calling me girlie all the time? It can't
be. Can this narrow-eyed bitch be the fat witch masquerading as a friend?" He
made a threatening step forward, but then slacked, "Nah, couldn't be! I knew
her for a long time. Besides I saw her in the gym back then, when the--"
John threw one last suspicious look at Ufe and excused himself lamely. "I
have a date, " was all he could come up with.
Ufe nodded understandingly, "That's why you are so flushed. Men are such
idiots, " she stated firmly, "Good luck to you, Jenny. Should always hope
there is an exception out there...somewhere."
John did not want to argue. He felt the urge to get out of there before he
embarrassed himself even more.
When he entered, he did not at first understand where he was. The room was
dark and through the doorway the light of a candle was seeing. He followed
that flicker of light and found in the darkness of the living room a dinner
table set with various meals in many of which he recognized his favorites.
Jen was sitting at the far end of the table and smiled at him gently.
It was then that he remembered their **special** anniversary. He came up to
her and kissed her. "Wait a minute, " he said.
He went to his closet filled with old junk. Of course, he had forgotten
about the anniversary. He always did. That's why he had the closet full of
junk. After a couple of minutes of digging, he had found an old antique
knife that his dad used to collect on the bottom of a carton box, still in
its sheath. He did not care for it either way.
Jen was so excited about the gift, she rewarded him with a long, sensuous
kiss. Her face was so tender in the unsteady light of the candle. John was
getting excited and breathed heavily. She opened her eyes and holding his
face in her face, grinned. "Thank you, Johnny," she said, "You are the
sweetest she-male I know. I am sorry. I am sorry." She added rashly as he
pulled himself away.
"Pish posh, " she said, "How sensitive are we?"
"Put out the candle, you are bound to burn something down, " he retaliated.
"What? You mean like this?" she said starting to play with the candle and
pretending to drop it on the tablecloth.
"Quit it." He said rashly.
Jen continued to play with the candle angering him still more. She did not
notice how the old cloth caught on fire, which started to crawl slowly over
the table. Luckily, John was near enough to put it out fast.
"I said quit it, Jen, give me that, " he turned on the light so she could
better see his glowering.
"Sorry, " she apologized looking down at the knife set in front of her on
the table, " You just seem so indifferent." She raised her eyes at him and
looked intently in his eyes.
He waved his hand at her as though giving up and turned around to go shower.
He was still all clammy and sweaty from the gym.
"Johnny, " she called him from behind. He disregarded her walking toward the
door of the bathroom. "Johnny, " she called plaintively.
He marched into the bathroom and locked the door. "Stupid childish stupid
woman. And they say men are idiots."
He heard Jen scramble from behind the door and call to him again while he
was taking off his shirt.
"Johnny," called she, " Look I am sorry about the candle. Tell me did you
get into a fight? Hmm? Did you get into a fight? Is everything all right?
What the hell's wrong with your face?"
"What is she talking about, the silly woman?" he pondered. Both his hands
were busy touching his breasts and rolling his nipples between his fingers.
In all the time he had had them, he did not get used to having breasts and
they continued to arouse him just the same. He was not used to seeing sweaty
breasts since Jen sweated very sparingly and he did not care after she
rolled him off of her neither about the state of her breasts nor any woman's
breasts that seemed, remarkably, just two pouches of flesh.
"Johnny?" she called again, "Can I use the bathroom?"
"Listen, I am going to go high into the mountains and become a freaking
monk, you gonna make me!" he yelled angrily, " Couldn't you go before I came
home?"
The lock clicked and the door flew open. He stepped aside letting her enter,
but contemptuously not looking directly at her. She halted before him and
since she was the same height with him she did not have to stand on her
tiptoes nor crane her neck to gaze into his face.
John sniffed impatiently, " Go ahead, I've got to take the freaking shower
already. I'm dying to take a shower."
"John-ny, " she pronounced slowly, " Have you seen any Asians on your way
home?"
"What?!" was his reply violent at the outrageousness of the question. "Look,
sometimes you just make me sooo mad, I feel like bashing my head against the
wall will make me feel better."
"Johnny, " she led him to the mirror and pointed at the reflection, " Look."
He looked. He saw nothing. He looked again. Wait a minute! There was a
subtle change that seemed to have happened: his eyes, they were much
narrower and seemed higher on his face. Their outer corners were higher and
longer, more stretched out or were those his eyelids that became puffier
hanging closely over his eyes? After the first impression settled, he
noticed high, massive cheekbones and the small button-like nose that most
definitely weren't his. A waft of Asia emanated from his features reminding
him of--Ufe? Although he looked more like a Filipino now than either an
Asian or a Hispanic. So was it her who did this to him? Was she the black
witch? But if so, why did she do this to him? He knew her before and never
has she done anything like this.
"By the look of your face, I see this comes as a surprise to you too. What
happened?"
"I'll be damned if I know," John said feeling his knees buckle and landing
on the edge of the bathtub. He traced the contour of his eyes with the tips
of his forefingers. " I'll be!"
"Johnny," said Jen at length, " I have this theory."
"Yeah?"
"Well, remember that time when you got shorter..."
He frowned at her. He still was not able to forgive her that although he had
not since said as much as a word about it.
"I was wondering about it myself. Up until now I though that the reason for
it was that I did not place the spell correctly. But then I remembered that
just before, you let by me a comment of how short I was. Johnny? Johnny,
look at me." She waved her hand before his eyes. "You remember?"
"Yeah?" he asked indifferently.
"Well that could be the spell!" Jen stated wide-eyed. "The curse--"
At this word John sat up, "The wha--"
"The curse, a kind of a lingering spell that is activated every time some
given condition is fulfilled. You've done some programming in school, you
should know how it is: a loop, a clause or something."
"I don't follow."
"The curse was that whenever you criticize someone, you get whatsoever you
criticize them for. I'm going to look it up. It's a good thing you gave me
the book back."
"Get out of here, " John scowled, " How can that be?"
"Do you remember thinking something or saying something to someone who
looked like you are looking now? For God's sakes, that's the best way I can
put it!" She threw her hands up.
"Well, I don't recall particularly--there's this Ufe at the gym, a friend of
mine. She's Asian."
"There you go! Were you thinking something about her face?"
"I--" she halted, " Yes, in fact I thought her a narrow-eyed bitch."
"Johnny!" Jenny shouted chidingly, "Don't say that!"
"Shit! Sorry," he knew how she hated when he cursed.
"Why did you call her that?" she asked after a pause.
"Ah! It's immaterial. She invited me to the locker room and I couldn't come
in."
"Why's that? Oh! You're afraid you'll get exposed."
"Well yeah, kinda," he felt blood coming up to his face, " What the hell?
Look at me now! I am a--freaking jigsaw!"
She let out a laugh, but quickly stopped herself. "Poor Johnny-boy. Come to
Jenny. All's going to be better. Trust me. I am looking into it."
She took him into her arms. Even though the same size as her, he,
over-muscled, with thick arms and torso, seemed simply massive and much
larger. She cuddled. "You want me to take the shower with you?" She stressed
the shower, so that it was clear that it was not the shower that she meant
at all. And because Johnny was never against such **showers** as the one she
offered, he nodded weakly.
They stood under the running water and their genitals pressed against each
other as they, sniffing from the water, sucked in each other's tongues and
explored the terrain of each other's bodies. Their breasts were squished
against each other so tightly that the pleasure bordered with pain making
the pleasure to become more delicate and treasured, causing them to moan
from time to time. John reached under her and massaged her clitoris while
she grabbed both her hands around his member and pumped it languidly and
forcefully. His whole body went up and down in goosebumps and she bent in
her waist from the powerful feelings emanating from the tiny button to her
secret palace of pleasure nested between her legs and moaned lustily. The
water suddenly ran cold and Jen squealed squeezing his dick in her hands and
making him jerk about. They felt hot now. John sat Jenny on the bottom of
the shower but she resisted and forced him down instead. Sitting astride his
stomach she carefully positioned her genitals on top of his.
He entered her passionately and she began to pump up and down, slowly but
with feeling. He helped as much as he could but the cramped shower prevented
much activity on his part and so he, overcome with ecstasy, resorted to the
passive role of being pleasured. They went at it for many minutes feeling
the onset of orgasm when Jen suddenly said, " Johnny, you know I could help
you to get in the girls' locker room at the gym, if you want to."
John did not answer right away. He felt light-headed and dizzy. "Yeah, Jen,
how? That would be swell!" He panted.
John shut his eyes feeling the onset of orgasm, his mind in a cloud of haze.
Jen said nothing but continued to slide up and down his shaft faster and
faster. She looked at him from above and a mischievous grin appeared on her
lips. She took a gander at her fingers and with a conscious effort built
them into the correct position and connecting the fingers of both hands
locked them in a sign she had recently learned. Her lips whispered something
on the edge of audibility and if Johnny cared to hear what she said, he
would hear something like this:
More means less.Less means more,
By the power of the lore,
Let's exchange what heretofore
We with pride and candor wore.
More means less and less means more.
She kept at it for some time until she felt a change taking place between
her thighs. It was a feeling she has never known. A surprising warmness and
coldness interchanging flooded her crotch. She thought it very erotic. John
raised his head up in wonderment. She pushed him down feeling empowered. She
glanced sidelong at her crotch bending as far as she could and trying not to
be noticed. What she saw was an interesting process of their genitals
morphing into each other so that her cunt moved up her crotch and his penis
proceeded to shift down his. For a while she could see his shaft slimming
down and shortening at a slow pace until it became a sensitive bump. At the
same time her pussy shrunk down to such bump so she knew neither of them was
now either male nor female. The situation then went on to take a new turn
and her black penis grew steadily along with his shrinking down into a white
pussy amid chocolate thighs that looked exactly like hers. It creamed juices
and she knew from experience Johnny was about to cum through her
pussy--Johnny, who was no longer a man.
In another minute Jen experienced an orgasm, so powerful, she knew not such
can be. Her crotch virtually exploded in a fountain of ecstasy, wet and
all-consuming. She continued to writhe her new-found organ and twist it
sideways at different paces and Johnny moaned and moaned until she subsided.
This was very tiring. Normally she did not feel tired after sex, but she did
now and began to get a glimpse of why men fall asleep right after the act.
Johnny, on the other hand, stared at her with his long brown eyes
quizzically. "Well, that was unusual, " he said finally, " But, honey, is
that all you got? I think I could cum once more if you--" He raised his
muscled torso up on his elbows to look at her because she lay on his chest
with her cheek, out of the way of the falling water, and breathed quietly.
"Honey?" he asked. He reached out to shake her to get up but changed his
mind and asked lowly, "Honey, are you sleeping?"
He took her in his hands and took her to the bed. There he laid her down on
the sheets, both still wet from the shower. He threw a long intent glance at
her body admiring her curves and her character, her patience and her
affection for him--something caught his eye suddenly. There between her
legs. There between her legs, where there was the familiar slit upon the
tuft of light hair was a--was a--
His thoughts ran confused in his mind. "What the...!" He exclaimed but
caught himself in the middle of the yell.
He leaned closer and examined it and came to the conclusion that, indeed,
that was what he initially thought it was--a penis. A black prick! Wait a
minute--He had a black prick. He had one and they had sex and everything
went about as usual only--if she has a dick, then he--
John nearly fell off his feet, having so rapidly bent down.
Long weeks after, the neighbors remembered a strange cry, hair-raisingly
plaintive and desperate, that woke them up that night. The night Johnny
became a female.
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