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Office Exchange By Elrod "Are you going to the meeting?" I turned at the interruption, startled from the task I was absorbed in. It was, as I expected, my office mate, Cheri. She stood in the doorway, leaning slightly to peer around my bookcase. "Uh, yeah," I answered quickly. I grabbed my planner and scooted my chair back from my computer, hastening to follow Cheri as she hurried down the hall. I guess you could argue that technically, Cheri was my boss. But the organization chart, with the teamed companies and matrixed staff, it wasn't really clear. And I was the leading engineer in the branch, so she relied heavily on me. Cheri was an organizer, perfectly suited to the role of supervising the subcontractors, and she was comfortable in management. At thirty, she had the job early, but she'd more than demonstrated her competence. And being single didn't hurt her cause; she was able to put in the overtime needed for her job. I, on the other hand, was almost forty, and while I had a couple of advanced degrees, I was perfectly happy to be doing engineering rather than managing. In fact, I'd recently turned down a promotion so I could avoid the management hassles. A little OT now and again was required, but I had more time to spend at home. Having recently divorced, I was trying to re-establish a social life and was dating a young lady. I caught up to Cheri just as she strode into the conference room. If she hadn't had such a head start, I'd have caught up sooner; with my six-foot height and long legs, I naturally walked quite a bit faster than her. We took our usual seats, and the meeting got off to its usual boring start. I hated these meetings. As I sat, bored, I glanced at Cheri, seated at the head of the table. I found myself doing that a lot; while she could have stood to lose ten or fifteen pounds, she was still an attractive woman. Five foot seven, give or take. I was certain she dyed her hair; the long auburn tresses seemed to have light brown roots sometimes, and she had to have a perm, or spend a lot of time every morning, getting that lovely wave to her hair. The curls danced above her bosom, and right up to her temples, a lovely cascade that danced with her every motion. And her breasts - every time I saw her curves in a clingy sweater or blouse, I couldn't keep my eyes off. Not huge but also not tiny, Cheri's boobs were very enticing. And it wasn't like she wore anything racy or sexy to show off cleavage. On the contrary, she was usually a very conservative dresser. It was just that, in the right outfit, her breasts were like magnets to my eyes. Like today. She was wearing a tan skirt, which nicely accentuated the form of her rear - I'd watched that, too, as she walked ahead of me to this meeting. A white sweater clung to her like spray paint, and the faint seam lines of her bra were on display. As were her nipples, two small little nubs disturbing the gentle curve of the fabric as it swept across her bustline. And rarely, Cheri wore a modest but slightly revealing blouse, displaying a hint of cleavage and the freckles on her bosom. As I admired the lovely pair, I doubted that anyone else noticed them. But I'd learned to pay attention to her curves. "Well, Joe, what do you think?" Cheri's voice interrupted my study of her curvaceous anatomy. I was caught. I hadn't been paying attention to the discussion or the charts, and now she wanted a technical evaluation from me. But I didn't panic. I'd been in this situation before. I frowned, and tried to look thoughtful for a few seconds as I tapped my fingers together. "Hmmm," I mumbled. "There's something that just doesn't seem right." I studied the chart on the screen for a few more seconds. Fortunately, the subcontractor was sloppy enough that I could always find something to focus on. "I'm not sure that the firewall is going to give us a growth path." I turned to Cheri, and saw that she was giving me a curious look. I turned back to the chart. "I'd like to take a hard look at the performance before we okay it." Cheri nodded, and made a note to herself. All around us, the subcontractors were frantically scribbling in their planners. Then I thought I saw Cheri wink at me. ********** "You know, Joe, you really ought to pay more attention," Cheri chided from her desk. I glanced up, and saw that curious smile again. "Huh?" "You're my backup. You have to be ready to fill my shoes." She turned and picked up the phone. My desk was covered with the hardware spec books as I dug into the new task added to my already full plate. But I'd gotten myself into it by thinking about Cheri's body rather than the meeting. And why not? She wasn't a beauty queen, but she was attractive. I found her body - admirable. I stole a glance across the empty space between our desks, and saw her curves neatly displayed once again. She was busy talking on the phone, which gave me a chance to gaze for a few seconds. She suddenly stopped talking and spun her head. I tried to move my head, toward the window, to make it look like I hadn't been staring at her. But I knew I'd been caught. She was staring right at me, and I had to look back into her eyes. She stared at me long and hard, her face a mixture of puzzlement and amusement. Finally, she leaned back in her chair, her back arched slightly. "You seem to like these things," she said as her hands moved up to just under her breasts. I stammered and stumbled over my tongue, trying to say something that would get me out of trouble. "Um," I started, then paused again. The look on her face was pure amusement at my predicament. "Er, I ... uh, that is ... well... well, you are kind of nice to look at." This could be the end. Sexual harassment. The end of a career. Cheri's smile broadened. "Oh?" she asked, and the surprise in her voice was clearly false. She glanced down, and stared at herself for a second or two. "Now that you mention it," she muttered. Then she looked at me. "But you know, it's probably not the same from my perspective." I started to breathe a sigh of relief. She was taking this better than I'd expected, and I was convinced I was going to get off the hook. Then she waved her hands slightly. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. As soon as her hands stopped moving, her boobs...shrank! It was like watching two balloons deflating as the air went out of them. Even the seamlines of her bra vanished, and the sweater seemed to remold itself to fit a flat chest. I glanced up, and saw her grinning like the Cheshire cat. I'm not sure what it was that caused me to look down. Maybe it was the slight tug on my chest and shoulders. It might have been the sudden feeling of my ribs being held tight. But I did look down. In cartoons, the character's eyes swell up to enormous size and the eyeballs pop out of their heads when they are startled. I sure felt like that happened to me. On my chest were...Cheri's boobs! The full, round, curvy outlines of breasts were unmistakable, and I could see the seams of a bra through my shirt. Except they seemed a bit larger - as if her boobs had been scaled to my proportions! Slowly, I looked up at Cheri, and saw her smiling at me. "This perspective is better," she said sweetly, as if discussing the weather rather than suddenly swapped body parts. "You know, I see your point. They really are kind of nice to look at." "But..." I sputtered, confused. "What...how...what...." My jaw worked feverishly, but words just wouldn't come out. What I saw was impossible, and yet, my chest had two very female boobs. "How...?" Cheri smiled mischievously. "Go on. Touch them. You know you want to." I stared at her, my mouth hanging open incredulously. "How...." Slowly, I bent my head forward as my hands lifted to the orbs. As if touching a hot iron, my fingers delicately probed. And even as I felt the soft flesh of breasts against my fingers, I felt my own fingers touching my chest. I glanced up at Cheri even as my hands cupped the new growths, my eyes full of fear and wonder. "Magic," she answered my unspoken question. "I use magic." "But..." I sputtered, still confused, "that's impossible! There's no such thing..." "As magic?" Cheri smiled sweetly. "So how come you have breasts now? Hmmm?" I just stared, open-mouthed. "Well, if you were getting distracted gawking at them, maybe this'll help you concentrate during the next meeting." I slowly comprehended what she'd said, even as I realized that my fingers were playing with my nipple. And as I felt a growing tingling sensation in my chest, I realized that I had an erection. I trembled as I breathed, feeling the strange but wonderfully new sensations on my chest. Cheri smiled coyly, then glanced down at my lap. I followed her gaze, and then blushed. It was obvious that I was aroused. "Or maybe not," she laughed. "I guess it might take you a while to get used to how sensitive they are." She stood and gathered up her planner. "Now let's get to the review." I continued to stare at her in disbelief. "But..." I stared at her flat chest, then down at my swollen one. "But...I can't go like this!" For the briefest of seconds, she seemed concerned. Then her grin returned. "Why not?" I felt a surge of panic - was she going to make me go to this meeting - with boobs? She laughed at my discomfort. "Oh, relax," she chided. "No one will notice. Well, no one besides you and me. It's part of the spell." She turned back toward the door. "Now come on." Reluctantly, I rose, my hand still cupping the impossible flesh on my chest. She was serious about going to the review, and I had no choice but to go as well. I bent over to pick up my planner, and felt the boobs swinging slightly, confined as they were by the bra I was somehow wearing. The sensations were strange and alien as the boobs bounced and swayed with my every movement. Each step caused a jiggle of tit-flesh, reminding me of the humiliating orbs on my chest. And yet...no one seemed to notice. It was as if everything were perfectly normal. I heard a door slam, and I turned, startled, half expecting that someone finally would have noticed. But no, the only thing out of place was the strong tug as my large heavy breasts swung, adding their inertia to my motion and causing me to stagger momentarily. I caught myself against the drinking fountain, and as a co-worker came around the corner, I bent over the fountain, both to conceal my chest and to cover for my clumsiness. Again, I felt the tug and sway of the boobs, dangling from my chest, almost flowing into the cups of the bra. I walked slowly into the conference room, ready to cut and run if anyone should say anything. Cheri was already seated at the table, and she winked as I came in. I gulped and glanced around; to my profound relief, everyone was acting normally. I glanced back at Cheri, and she gave me a tiny nod, as if to say I-told-you- so. The meeting was one of the longest I've ever endured. Every time I moved, I felt the breasts jiggling to remind me of the alteration. And with each reminder, I worried that someone was finally going to notice. I tried to remain absolutely still. And Cheri had been right - I concentrated on the subject of the meeting. ********** I plopped my planner into my briefcase, then slammed it shut. It was quitting time, and even though I was ready to go, I stayed. Cheri was in a senior management meeting, and I had to wait for her. I still had her boobs on my chest. And I was getting very frustrated. Jill was expecting me to meet her at Marco's for dinner, and unless that meeting ended soon, I had the awful choice of having to cancel on Jill or going home with Cheri's breasts still attached to my chest. I knew that I couldn't stand up Jill. We seemed to be clicking. So that left me the option I really didn't want - to keep the boobs. Just as I was about to leave, Cheri came merrily into our office. She glanced at my briefcase. "Oh, is it quitting time?" I glared at her. "Yes, it is, and you know I've got a date." Cheri smiled at me. "Oh that's right. Well, have fun." I started to cross my arms angrily, and found them stopped as they ran into the boobs. Cheri tried to suppress a giggle, which made me angrier. I moved my arms until they were sort-of crossed, under the breasts. That just pushed them up and out, accentuating the strange chest adornments. Cheri couldn't stop the laugh that caused. "Well?" I demanded, "I need you to put them back." Cheri shook her head. "Nope." "No?" I sputtered. "But you have to!" "Why? No one will notice." She turned and left the office, leaving me sputtering in her wake. Now I really didn't have a choice. ********** "What's wrong?" Jill asked for what seemed like the thousandth time. She'd noticed that I was uncomfortable for some reason. We were sitting in a corner booth in the restaurant, and despite the soft light and wine, I was feeling tense. Normally, I wouldn't have; Jill was fun and warm and thoroughly enjoyable to be with. And she was cute. Twenty-eight years old, five-foot five and one hundred thirty pounds, she had a dynamite figure. She wore her hair shorter than I liked, but it was very nicely styled - soft and feminine. And her smile - it would melt an iceberg. Only now, she wasn't smiling. I shook my head. "Just something that came up at work." I could hardly tell Jill, since, as Cheri had predicted, she hadn't noticed anything. Jill took a sip of her wine. "Well, I know how to take your mind off work," she said coyly. I gulped; so far, everything had gone okay. But this? I tried to smile, but the rest of dinner was filled with an unspeakable dread. We got back to my condo, and Jill started to snuggle with me on the couch. She could tell I was feeling tense, so she scooted behind me and started to rub my back. She really had a way with giving a massage; I felt the anxiety melting, even as she leaned a bit forward and nibbled on my ear. Her left hand slid off my shoulder and around my chest; involuntarily, I tensed. What if she felt them? How could she miss? There was no way I was going to get out of this one. And yet, she didn't notice. Her hand stroked my chest, and to her, I'm sure she thought it was normal. But I didn't. I felt her hand across those sensitive nipples. I glanced down, and saw the nipples, hard and erect little nubs, pushing through the bra and my shirt. While the feel of her hands had always been nice, now, with these nipples, it was powerfully stimulating. Slowly, my fear melted, replaced with the heat of passion. It didn't take long at all to get me fully aroused; my hand slid behind my back to Jill, and I began to tend to her needs. Jill pushed me forward, until I slumped off the couch onto the floor. With a deft twist, she spun herself around, sliding down onto my lap, her hand still stroking my chest. Her hungry lips met mine. My hands roamed to her breast and crotch; she whimpered with anticipation of even more stimulation. I gasped in surprise as my hand met her wet womanhood; I hadn't even noticed when she'd taken off her panties. Now, she was wet and ready as I continued to touch her. She pushed me roughly to my back, then her hands desperately tore at my belt and zipper. I thrust my butt up off the floor so she could pull my pants down from my waist, and as soon as my rod was exposed, she pushed me back to the floor and began to rub herself on it. Faster and faster she went, until her body trembled, and then she impaled herself on my shaft. As she convulsed around me in the throes of an orgasm, I pumped eagerly into her. The swaying and bobbing weights on my chest were forgotten as I strove to satisfy our lust. After I stopped thrusting, she collapsed on top of me, both of us sweating and gasping to catch our breath. And then, without warning, she sat up, a look of puzzlement on her face. She glanced down, and then the look changed to shock and disbelief. "What the ...?" She was staring at the tits on my chest. I glanced down, and saw them, then looked back up at Jill. She saw them. I was confused; Cheri had told me that no one else would notice. "Um..." I began slowly, fumbling for words, "well, you see..." Jill reached out tentatively to touch one, and as her fingers made contact with the breast, she flinched. "What's going on here?" she asked again, her voice still echoing her confusion. "Uh, Cheri...uh...gave them to me." It sounded stupid. "You know Cheri? My boss?" She was staring at the impossible tits. "Uh, she's kind of a witch or something." Jill looked up at me, and I couldn't tell if she was angry or confused or dumbfounded. "What the hell are you talking about?" she finally said. "A witch? Like in, magic?" I swallowed. This sounded really lame. "Uh, yeah. She thought I was staring at her, so she gave me these." I glanced down at the offending objects. "She said that if I wasn't staring at her, I'd probably be less distracted." "But..." Jill was trying to accept the impossible. "But...why didn't I see them before?" Her hand reached up to touch a boob again. This time, she didn't recoil. I winced. "I don't know. Cheri said that no one else would notice. And you didn't. Not until after..." I had a sudden thought. "Maybe the sex cancelled out part of her spell?" "Take off your shirt." Jill was insistent for some reason, so I started to comply. As soon as my shirt was unbuttoned, she saw the bra. I expected some type of reaction, and I got one, only it wasn't quite what I anticipated. When she saw the lacy bra on my heretofore-manly chest, she started to giggle. I felt like I was being mocked, and I started to scowl. Only, to her, it looked like a pout. "Oh, come on. Be a sport." She helped me take the shirt off, then she reached behind me and unhooked the bra. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, where the straps had been supporting the breasts. But my chest muscles took up the load, and I felt a strong tug forward as they sagged and bounced free of the confining bra. Jill was still sitting sort of in my lap, and I had my hands splayed out behind me, supporting my body at an angle. I saw the boobs hanging down off my chest. The amount of sag surprised me; I had not realized just how much support a woman got from a bra. Jill started to touch one nipple, and the sensitive nerves made me tremble and gasp for a quick breath. She glanced up, and smiled. "Feels good, doesn't it." Then she leaned forward, and her mouth met the nipple. If her touch had been pleasant, her tongue was electric. The pleasurable feeling exploded outward from my chest. I felt a stirring in my groin. Without removing her mouth, Jill glanced up, smiling. As soon as my shaft was back at attention, Jill leaned back, and slowly laid back on the rug, her legs spread wide open. I needed no further invitation; I leaned forward over her and slowly lowered my body toward hers. The unfamiliar sensation of boobs dangling from my chest distracted me, and I peeked to see them hanging, looking larger than ever as they swayed and bobbed free of any support. Jill's hands lifted to cup them, and the pleasure resumed. I found her waiting crevasse with my rod, and slowly began to stroke within her. It was a thoroughly disorienting experience to have such powerful stimulation around my dick, while at the same time, have good-sized breasts dangling from my chest and being ministered to by my girlfriend. The combination of stimuli had me at another orgasm quickly, and as I collapsed onto Jill, I felt the boobs on my chest pressing into hers. ********** Half asleep, I rolled, trying to escape the sensation of having boobs. My eyes snapped open as I rolled onto my chest, and the boobs were squashed between my torso and the bed. I felt like a thick pillow was sandwiched beneath my chest, and at the same time, a ton of weight was squishing the boobs. I rolled again, and felt the boobs sway and jiggle. I sighed heavily as I settled onto my side, one boob smashed against my arm, and the other flowing onto the bottom breast. Even a simple thing like sleeping was proving to be difficult with these melons on my chest. I woke when the alarm sounded, and sighed heavily. I was tired; the new feelings had kept me from getting a good night's rest. Jill stirred behind me, and wrapped her arm around me. "Good morning," she said with a smile. "Morning." There didn't seem to be much good about feeling so tired and being a man with boobs. Jill moved her hand and began to caress the boobs. Instantly, the nipples began to harden as the enticing pleasure flowed again. I grasped Jill's hand. "Isn't six times enough?" Jill retracted her hand. "Are we mister grumpy this morning?" She sounded a bit hurt. I sighed. "It's not anything you've done. It's just that, well, I didn't sleep very well last night, and I've still got tits, and I have to go to work..." "I guess that would make me grumpy, too," Jill answered softly. I heaved myself to sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand clasped across the boobs to stop the swaying and jiggling, and then I lurched upright. I learned a few very important lessons that morning - important, that is, for women. The spray from a shower can hurt tits. And putting on a bra is definitely an acquired skill. Finally, whatever magic Cheri had used had gotten to all my clothes. Each and every shirt had a dart in it, just like a woman's blouse, to accommodate the bustline. Even my suit jackets were altered. I sighed as I dressed; I sincerely hoped that this was a one-night joke Cheri was pulling. ********** Even after three cups of coffee, my eyes refused to stay open. Cheri, on the other hand, came in all smiles and bubbling with cheer. "Good morning," she sang sweetly as she bounded into the office. "Morning," I muttered without even a hint of enthusiasm. Cheri picked up on my mood. "Oh, did somebody not sleep well last night?" She sounded a bit condescending. I frowned. "Come on, Cheri. You know I didn't. Not with these..." I cupped the tits, "hanging on my chest." She was trying hard not to laugh out loud, and I thought she might hurt herself. "A joke is a joke. Okay?" Cheri looked at me, then she grinned. A quick wave, and the balloons on her chest inflated. As soon as I saw that, I glanced down and saw that my chest was restored to normal. I let out a big sigh of relief. "But you have to admit that it was interesting," Cheri said coyly. She was a lot closer to the truth than I would have liked to admit; the sensitivity of the tits had been a key to Jill and my long night of lovemaking. I looked down, knowing that my face was flushing red. "Uh, yeah. A bit." Cheri grinned in triumph. "I knew you and Jill would try them out." She waited until I was looking her in the eye, and I finally nodded. "And you know that I've just got your curiosity going now, don't you." I started at her comment. I had been wondering about other things off and on, and I realized suddenly that, even in my dreams last night, I'd been more curious than normal about other parts of a woman. That curiosity hadn't weakened since I woke up. I glanced at her again, and saw her wave her hand. Another of her curious smiles was present. But I didn't notice anything different. She still had her boobs, and her body seemed normal. Then Cheri dropped her hand to her lap, still smiling. As a horrific thought rushed into my mind, I reached down, slowly, until my hand was resting on my crotch. I felt, and my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. My crotch was - empty. I glanced up at Cheri, and saw her nodding, that stupid smile still on her face. "You mean...I've got your..." I could barely form the words. "Box, snatch, pussy. Call it what you will. Yup, you've got it." Again, I was dumbfounded, especially by the way she acted so nonchalant. "Why..." Cheri shrugged, still smiling. "Just for fun." She watched for several awkward seconds as I sat there, dumbfounded, confused beyond words. Then she shook her head, as if surprised that she had to say anything. "Well, go on! Go ahead and give it a try!" "A...try?" I felt stupid, not knowing what she was implying. She rolled her eyes, making me feel even more stupid. "Go to the bathroom and give it a try." I felt my cheeks redden. She was taunting me; she knew, somehow, that after the first few minutes, curiosity was going to set in. The little exercise with her boobs last night had proven that. And she knew it. "I...I don't need to go..." I turned back to my computer, trying to hide my shame as she chuckled to herself; I knew she was having a great joke at my expense. Inside, I was torn. The thought of masturbating with her pussy was...weird. And yet, it was intriguing me. I was curious; there was no denying that. And having had some experience watching girls and women having extended and, in some cases, nearly overwhelming orgasms, I'd have been lying if I said a part of me wasn't willing to give it a try. At the same time, it wasn't mine. It was Cheri's. As if that should have made a difference - having a pussy to begin with was definitely not normal; having someone else's was somehow worse? Still, despite my hobby of watching Cheri, I never really did get too interested in what her body would be like in the sack. It was simple; I had Jill, and that was enough. Watching Cheri, and a few other ladies, seemed more like watching a car race - sure, driving a Formula 1 car would be fun; it would also be suicidal insanity. That relegated it to the realm of a rare flight of fantasy - safe from the practical limits of life. I'd never really thought, apart from once or twice, about taking Cheri's body for a spin. Now I had the chance. Sort of. True, last night Jill and I had taken her boobs for a test drive. So what was different? Maybe they just crossed my line of being too personal. Tits - well, they were rather prominently displayed all the time. But a snatch? And besides, what could Jill and I do with that? I fought hard to contain my humiliation. Cheri, on the other hand, was flaunting the change, reminding me that I was different downstairs. But I determined that I was not going to give in - I wasn't going to check out her equipment. My resolve was tested within an hour. Did I mention the three cups of coffee I started the day with? Well, my bladder was screaming for relief. I glanced nervously, and saw that Cheri seemed to be involved in reviewing some documents. I hoped my departure would not be noticed. "Remember to sit," Cheri called sweetly without looking up from the monitor. So much for stealth. I blushed again. It was a short walk to the bathroom, and then I made a quick check to see that both stalls were empty. Even though she claimed that no one would notice, I didn't want to take any chances. Not with a woman's sex between my legs and having to use the men's room. Even with Cheri's admonition fresh on my mind, I headed for the urinal. I guess old habits really do die hard. As I started on the zipper, I remembered - mostly from the feeling of having neither dick nor balls in my empty underwear - that I couldn't pee standing up. Not until Cheri changed me back. I stepped into a stall and dropped my drawers. There it was. Confirmation of what Cheri had said and I'd felt. In the place where my willy should have been was a vagina. Complete and totally female. No balls. No scrotum. No dick. I shuddered - a reaction that was both dread of getting my parts back and anticipation of learning what most boys wondered from the day they first learned that girls and boys really aren't the same. I sat down, and then I got stumped. For a guy, urinating while sitting is usually part of another excretory function, and it's easy to control. Just point down between your legs, and then close the legs slightly to hold things pointing at the bowl. But this wasn't going to work like that. I spread my legs open and looked; it wasn't obvious at first glance where the pee even came out. There was just too much skin in the way. I'd never really thought about how much skin it takes to make all the folds and tucks and parts of a pussy; now I did. Okay, so the pee comes out from near the top. Now what? There's no way to point to aim. What was I supposed to do - just let it go? And I immediately thought of what would happen if my legs were together - I'd be wet everywhere! So I had to keep my legs spread apart to go. But what about the parts below the pee hole? Wouldn't those get all wet too? So what was I to do - try to lean forward to minimize their exposure? All the while I was trying to understand the mechanics of going potty with a vagina, my bladder was complaining mightily about being overly full. Finally, I couldn't wait any more. I spread as wide as I could, tried to lean a bit. Then came another dilemma - what muscles control this process? Fortunately, it seemed to be wired the same - a bit of relaxation, and a fast stream spewed forth. I cringed - it didn't sound at all like a guy's peeing. Instead, it was a fast, almost feminine sound. I knew that someone was going to burst in and hear the sound, and then open the door and see that I had a box! Fortune smiled on me. No one else came into the can; I was able to finish in peace. And then I discovered a couple of other facts about women. Despite my precautions, I got a lot of parts wet. And as I tried to dry off, I understood why women insist on soft toilet paper. It took all my willpower to just dry off and pull up my panties. Yes, Cheri had changed my underwear into panties at the same time she'd swapped groins with me. She'd chosen to wear a very lacy, frilly bikini panty, too. As if I weren't already embarrassed enough! I managed to get my pants up without doing anything else, and then I slunk back to the office. As I dreaded, Cheri was waiting for me. She made a show of glancing at the clock, then a look of disappointment crept across her features. "No sense of adventure?" Burning with shame, I sat down at my computer. ********** After lunch, Cheri was in one of the 'upper management' meetings she had, when I had to pee again. This time, she wasn't needling me. Without her embarrassing comments, I felt a bit more relaxed. That was what clobbered my willpower. I didn't feel tense, nor watched. I went in to the restroom, and sat down (after making sure it was empty, of course). I relieved myself, and as I started to dry, I decided to give it a closer look. It wasn't like I'd never seen a pussy before. The first one I clearly remembered was when I was fourteen. It's just that I now had a different perspective. So I looked more closely. And I found it. The big IT. I wasn't really trying, but when I touched the clit, I shuddered - it felt so good. Okay, so that's what a woman feels when someone touches her sensitive spot. The left-brain analytical part of me did a point-by-point comparison. The sensations were at least as powerful as anything I'd had with my willy. But where those were focused in a rather external organ, these feelings seemed to radiate from the nub _into_ my body. The other big thing I noticed was that it took very little for me to start feeling warm and sweaty - inside! Okay, at this point, I should have contained my curiosity and stopped. But after that one powerful tremor of very nice feeling, my self-control abandoned me. I started to rub the clit more, and was immediately rewarded with an ever-increasing level of excitement. It got hard to breath regularly as the pleasure built; on and on I went, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter, and at the same time, completely unable to stop. On and on I went, getting closer and closer to whatever precipice of ecstasy this equipment was bringing me. And then it exploded - a burst of pure sexual energy, like a bomb within me. I whimpered involuntarily as I tried to control myself, but that was like holding back a raging river with a bucket. My entire body convulsed as my nerves carried wave after wave of pure primal pleasure between my groin and my brain. I let the energy dissipate, just as I would with a male orgasm. It was over - a huge frenetic burst of passion. Then I touched myself again, and found that it definitely wasn't over. Within seconds, another dam burst, and then another and yet another. It was almost forty minutes later that I walked, weak-kneed, back into my office and slumped into my chair. I felt totally dazed, and I was shocked to see how much time had passed. And then again - it was probably the most intense sexual feeling I'd ever had, and certainly the longest. A few minutes later, Cheri came into the office. She sat down and started to work, then turned slowly toward me. I knew what was going to happen. I was sitting at the computer, and not doing anything. There was no clickety-click of keys, no tapping on the mouse buttons. Hell, I wasn't even touching the thing - just staring at it. It was obvious. Cheri got a wry grin. "Anything interesting come up?" She glanced at me, and then down at her crotch. "Oh, yeah," she said as if remembering something, "you don't have anything to come up, do you?" She laughed at her own joke, and I felt my cheeks warm. "Well, anything interesting happen down there?" I turned back to the computer screen. I could still feel the wonderful warmth in my crotch, a pleasant afterglow of the multiple orgasms I'd experienced, so it was hard to get angry. Cheri smiled. "That's what I thought." She scooted her chair toward me and leaned closer. "To tell the truth, I checked out this equipment, too." She smiled. "Different. Not quite what I expected, but fun nevertheless." ********** Jill was waiting for me at home. She glanced, half expectantly, when I came in, and for the briefest of seconds, I thought I saw disappointment on her face when she saw that I had no boobs. She stopped work on the dish she was preparing and scampered across the kitchen to wrap me in a hug. I know I flinched. This was...weird! Cheri was messing up my life, and there was nothing I could do about it. Jill sensed my unease. "Something wrong?" she asked hesitantly. "Uh," I stammered, "you know how Cheri gave me her boobs?" Jill nodded, her face showing her confusion for a moment. Then her eyes widened in surprise. "She didn't!" I blushed. "Uh huh," I muttered, glancing down from shame. Jill's mouth dropped open, then a wry grin crept in. "So how does it compare?" Holy shit, I thought. If she can take this with a sense of humor, then I'd better hang on to her. I felt my cheeks burn, and I'm sure my face was scarlet. "It's...different." Jill smiled and wrapped me in a hug. "Well, I guess I'm not going to be seducing you tonight, then." I hugged her tightly, wanting to cry from shame and frustration. "I guess not." ********** In the middle of the night, a weird dream woke me up. I realized I was cuddled up behind Jill, and she seemed to be still asleep. I tried to shake off the strange thoughts, but the emptiness in my groin was a brutal reminder of how strange my life was, and my dreams were merely echoing that oddness. I rolled over gently, so as not to awaken Jill. Within seconds, she was cuddled up behind me, her arm wrapped around my torso and her breasts pressed into my back. The warmth of her body was comforting, and my breathing eased. I felt my muscles relaxing as we lay together. My body tensed suddenly as I felt her hand sliding down toward my waist. I held my breath, rigid with fear. Had she forgotten? I lay as still as possible, my breath shallow and slow as I tried to pretend I was asleep. When her hand slipped inside my shorts, I gasped, betraying that I was still awake. I heard Jill laugh softly, then the warm wetness of her lips pressed against my shoulder. I felt my anxiety deepen as her finger began to probe the strange womanhood between my legs. I was both frightened and entranced; her hand danced with an expert touch as she quickly stimulated me past my fears. I began to pant as I felt the warmth spreading between my legs; more and more intensely, Jill massaged the sensitive spot, until I gasped as an orgasm rocked my body. Still, Jill continued, touching me and driving me wild with passion, through orgasm after orgasm, until I felt I would faint from the stimulation. After she finally stopped, I rolled over to face her. I was confused. Delighted, but confused. But before I could do anything, she pulled herself to me and began to kiss me with an incredible intensity. I returned her passion, and did not protest when she guided my hand to her own crotch. Within moments, we were both moaning and writhing in a sexual frenzy as we pleasured each other. ********** Jill winked at me over her glass of juice. Her face was aglow with delight, and her smile would have melted an iceberg. I returned her smile, but I was also puzzled. She sensed this immediately. "So what's bothering you?" I frowned; there was no hiding my inner thoughts from Jill. "It's just that...well...." I wrinkled my nose. "Well, I'm confused." Jill smiled knowingly. "Because of what we did?" I nodded. "It's like...you're a lesbian or something." I frowned again. "Isn't it?" Jill's smile broadened until she laughed aloud. "Yeah, I guess it was kind of strange." She shrugged as if making love to a guy with a pussy was normal. "I don't know. I guess it sort of is." I felt a dread settle into my heart. Until now, Jill had been perfect in every way. Now...she was a lesbian? She read my thoughts. "No, I'm not gay," she said quickly. "I...well, when I was in college, I experimented a little." I nodded slowly, digesting this new data. "Well, however you learned, you're pretty good." Jill grinned. "And you've improved a _whole_ lot. And after only a day!" Her smile turned mischievous. "Maybe you should ask Cheri if you can keep it for a couple more days." ********** I tried, once again, to sneak into work. And once again, I cursed having to share an office with Cheri. She was waiting when I arrived, and from the look on her face, I knew I was in for a lot of teasing. But Cheri let me stew for nearly an hour. I could tell she was enjoying the situation, and she had to know that I was practically dying of humiliation. "So what did Jill think?" she finally blurted. I stiffened at my computer, then slowly and deliberately turned to her. "Can I have my equipment back?" I asked through clenched teeth. Cheri laughed. "I'll think about it." "Come on, Cheri, a joke is a joke. And this has gone too far." Cheri's eyes widened at that statement, and then she got a twinkle in her eye, as if I'd challenged her. I swallowed hard, knowing that I'd just made a big mistake. Not twenty minutes later, Cheri popped her head into the office. "I'm heading up to the convention center for the trade show. You coming?" I looked at the screen full of report, decided quickly that I'd had enough, and nodded. In a well-practiced set of moves, I saved the file, started the shutdown, and grabbed my jacket. A gulp of warm coffee, a few seconds for the computer to shut down, and I killed the power and followed Cheri out of the office. The silence between us was awkward; Cheri was dying to tease me more, and I was stubbornly refusing to say anything lest it give her an opening for another barb. I just stared out the window, never looking directly at her, pondering the weird situation. Her hand on my knee snapped me back to reality. I spun my head, my mouth hanging agape. Cheri glanced over at me, just enough to let me see her pretty smile. "You got a little curious, didn't you?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as she drove with her left hand. Her right hand was still firmly fixed on my thigh. I glanced down at her hand, then at Cheri. For several seconds, I couldn't talk. "Yes," I finally whispered. Cheri moved her hand from my thigh back to the wheel. She quickly turned the car around; it took only a few seconds for me to recognize the new destination - her condo. "We can't..." I started to protest. Yet even as I spoke the words, curiosity was rising within me, and I felt the warmth returning to my insides. Cheri stopped, glanced at me, then smiled. "Yes we can. And you want to. Don't you." She waited a moment, and I nodded weakly. Cheri punched an access code into the gate, then drove into the lot. My knees were wobbling as I walked up to her condo. Cheri was holding my hand firmly, tugging me as much as reassuring me, to calm my nerves and keep me from chickening out. She opened the door and pulled me inside. I'd been set up. Even as she pulled me down and began to kiss me, I knew that she'd planned everything. A bottle of wine sat in an ice bucket, with two glasses nearby. The gas log in the fireplace was still lit, and the curtains drawn so the atmosphere was dim and romantic. Cheri broke the kiss and poured the wine. She guided me to the sofa, then handed me a glass, sliding moments later beside me with a glass in her own lovely hand. "To curiosity," she said with a grin as she lifted her glass to her lips. Was it curiosity about the change? Or was it a repressed desire to have sex with Cheri? Did the wine dull my sensibilities? I don't know. All I know is that I felt light-headed, both from the growing excitement within my loins and the wine we'd drunk. Soon we were intertwined on the sofa, our lips meeting in a frenetic kiss, while my hands deftly removed her blouse and bra. Her boobs. The lovely, luscious mammaries that had started the whole mess. And now they were inches from my lips. In the flickering firelight, they seemed to dance before my eyes. Like magnets, they drew my gaze, then my lips. With one hand, I cupped a breast as my lips tenderly kissed and licked her other nipple. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. Her hand clasped the back of my head, holding me firmly against her bosom as I continued my ministrations. And all the while, I felt my own excitement growing, that wonderful warm wetness spreading within my own crotch. My memories are vague; I don't remember how we got undressed. All I remember is feeling her hand probing into the hot pussy between my legs, pushing me closer and closer to that magical explosion of a woman's orgasm that I'd come to know. I wanted to experience it again. And suddenly, I was staring down between her boobs at a large, turgid penis, dancing and bobbing at Cheri's waist, demanding it's own satisfaction. I felt a stab of horror as I stared at the thing; Cheri intended to insert that thing into me! It seemed so...wrong! At the same time, I couldn't deny the overwhelming curiosity I felt, nor the craving for more of the sexual pleasure Cheri was giving me. She gently pushed me until I was on my back. Her knee pushed between my legs, easing them apart, then I felt her other knee as she knelt, naked, before me. Her boobs swayed majestically, still glimmering in the firelight, and my prick stood at attention on her groin. Slowly, she lowered herself over me, dangling her boobs, brushing my belly and chest as she continued to tantalize me. I felt her knees moving, pushing my legs further apart. Her hand continued to stroke my womanhood, and the mounting excitement rose higher and higher until my body convulsed with the neural explosion of my orgasm. Still she touched me, bringing wave after wave of pleasure, distracting me from the strangeness of the situation. And I watched. Slowly, Cheri moved forward, the large dick like a pointer toward my crotch. She rocked forward on her knees, lowering her body toward mine, moving it closer and closer. I stared, half in shock, half in awe, as the large organ moved nearer the hot pussy between my legs. Cheri's boobs dangled and swayed, forming a perfect tunnel through which I was watching as Cheri thrust herself closer to penetrating me. Me! I was about to be fucked! I was about to be on the receiving end of a dick! And for some strange reason, I really, really wanted it. I wanted to feel that large firm rod inside the cavity. My curiosity had me ready to explode. And then I felt it. Her manhood, firm and eager, pressing into the hot flesh between my legs. I knew I was wet and receptive, and she slid easily inside me. The orgasm, which had died down a bit, returned with a vengeance. The sensation of her being _inside_ me, with the feeling of her body pressing against the outer parts, drove me back to the brink. I was gasping for breath and trembling with excitement. She started slowly, sliding in and out with an ease that showed just how hot and wet I'd been. I should have been ashamed; instead, I rode yet another orgasmic aftershock as I felt her rod rhythmically pumping my sopping pussy. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper she drove her dick; I could feel her boobs bounce off my chest with her every thrust; I grabbed them to add to her pleasure. Still she drove, piston-like, in and out, more and more, until I saw her eyes widen. One or two final thrusts, and I felt her stiffen, and then I felt the pulsing as she contracted and shot a load of hot semen into me. Somehow, reflexively perhaps, my legs wrapped around her and pulled her tightly to my body, driving her as deep within me as I could manage. Still her prick pulsed and she gasped for breath as the orgasm slowly subsided. We lay on the sofa for a long time, our bodies intertwined, our lips locked in a furious kiss, and her softening member still embedded deeply within me. Her every motion seemed to be a new sensory experience for me, and I was reluctant to let her pull out. My legs were locked, unwilling to let her up, betraying my subconscious desire to keep her inside me, to continue feeling that wonderful sensation Cheri had introduced me to. Finally, as Cheri moved ever so slightly, I felt the soft dick withdraw. Cheri pressed her body up, looking down on me. She saw the pout on my face, and she grinned. She wiggled her hips and disengaged the vise-like grip of my legs, then she pushed herself up to her knees. Still smiling, she slid off the couch to the floor, and leaned back, supporting herself with one hand, her legs stretched out before her. She made a funny motion with her hand, and I saw the dick spring back to life, growing large and firm in seconds. "There are advantages to using magic," she said with a smile. "So go ahead - please me." I needed no second invitation. I leaped from the couch and straddled her legs, rubbing my wet pussy on the large stiff love rod. I wondered, even as I felt the excitement building anew in my loins, whether it was larger; it seemed so. But I didn't care; all I wanted was to satisfy my newfound lust. Within moments, I brought myself to another orgasm, then I lifted my body and slowly lowered myself onto her rod. It _was_ larger; I could feel it stretching my insides as I moaned softly with pleasure. With the pussy rippling with pulses of excitement, I began to pump, lifting myself up and down, sliding her rod in and out, faster and faster, massaging it with the hot wet vagina. I saw her eyes closing, and I knew, even as my body rocked with yet another orgasm, that I was bringing her great pleasure. It didn't take me too long to bring her off again, and I shuddered involuntarily as she shot another load inside me. The pulsing of her shaft sent tingles of delight through my muscles, and I felt my pussy milking her dick. And still she didn't soften. After I caught my breath, I began to move again, slower, more deliberately, feeling the excitement mount once more. I felt the burst coming again, and I slowed, moving more deliberately, more carefully, trying to heighten the excitement and postpone the explosion. Try as I might, though, I couldn't stop it; the orgasm overtook me once more in the most powerful sensory experience I'd had yet. Still I kept on, pumping for all I was worth, sliding up and down, feeling the pussy contracting in rhythm to the waves of pleasure, all the while feeling Cheri's swollen member touching my insides as it got more rigid and excited. And then, as Cheri tilted her head back and moaned, she squirted yet another load inside me. For nearly two hours we had a non-stop marathon of sex; Cheri's magic-enhanced member never flagging, and my own wet pussy staying horny, slippery, and all too eager to have Cheri thrust inside me. She did me doggy style; I was on top; she was on top; we were on our sides. Finally, Cheri said it was time to get back to work. My sore thigh muscles agreed, although I still wanted more. A wave of her hand, though, and our original parts were restored, ending a most pleasant experiment. ********** I had to tell Jill, of course. She was wondering why I was so tired and sore, and she seemed to be rather thoughtful after I explained the events of the day. I'd half expected that she'd be mad; instead, she smiled and said she hoped I'd had fun. The following evening, I came home from work, and Jill was waiting for me. "Have a good day?" she asked as I walked in. >From her clingy dress, I expected that we'd have a nice cuddly evening. I smiled. "Not bad. Nothing unusual happened today." Jill's eyes twinkled at that. "Nothing?" There was something...odd... in her tone of voice. "Well, I made lasagna for dinner." The smile broadened. "Good." I love lasagna. I gave her a big hug. All of this for me - and after she'd put in a full day of work, too. Then I saw something odd on the table. "Uh, are you expecting someone?" On the table were three place settings, and three glasses for wine. The doorbell interrupted me. "I'll get that." She gave me a quick sly grin, then bounded to the door. I was left standing, curious. Something was up, and I wasn't sure I liked being left in the dark. "Hi!" Jill sang sweetly as she opened the door. "Right on time." My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw Cheri walk in. "Hi, Jill," Cheri said, just as pleasantly. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." Then she seemed to notice me, as if I were an afterthought. "Hi, Joe." I was still surprised, but I managed to answer. "I didn't expect to see you so soon." "Wouldn't miss lasagna," Cheri answered. She seemed to be in a very good mood. I was suddenly feeling very cautious. Dinner went well, although the conversations were a bit dominated by Jill and Cheri. They talked a lot, and I just sat and ate, confused and careful. True, I'd told Jill all about Cheri and our little encounter. But I hadn't told Cheri that I'd told Jill. It was complicated. Jill and Cheri, though, talked like schoolgirls. They prattled on and on, barely touching their food. A few glasses of wine later, Cheri pushed away her plate. "I think I'm full of lasagna. How about that desert now?" Jill gave me a sideways glance, then smiled. "Sounds good to me." Cheri glanced at me and then she waved her hands. I'd seen the gesture before, and I knew something was going to change. What, though, I had no idea. Jill's eyes widened, and she glanced down into her lap. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. "Wow!" she finally said. "This is so...cool!" Cheri glanced at me, and I knew what she'd done. I slowly moved my hand, confirming that my crotch was now empty. She'd switched Jill's and my equipment. Then Cheri scooted her chair back and stood, and I saw a bulge in her crotch. She and Jill now had dicks. "Jill thought it would be fair if she got to do what I did. And she invited me along for the fun." I thought about Cheri, and how she'd made me feel; instantly, I started to get warm and wet. The wine speeded my acceptance. Cheri led me to the sofa, with Jill following. As they made a show of disrobing, I couldn't help rubbing myself. Their nude bodies were exquisite, and if I ignored the penises in their crotches, they both were very desirable. Only now, those organs were a perfect match for what I had. I unbuckled my pants and shinnied out of my clothes, eager to start the fun. Jill was clumsy the first time; she had not used to the unfamiliar sensations, and she came quickly, and without getting me off. Cheri followed, and took her time. I practically screamed as she brought me to an orgasm, followed quickly by her own. As I beckoned to Jill, inviting her for another round, she grinned. Then she pulled me to my feet and spun me until she was behind me. She bent me forward, and with her hands, spread my legs. Her large organ dangled between my legs, then she began to thrust her hips. The large engorged member began to slide against my pussy, sending tingles of excitement through my body. With one hand, Jill reached around me and began to touch my groin, adding to the pleasure. And then, with one big push, she shoved her dick in me, all the while continuing to touch my hot lips. My breath came in gasps, punctuated with moans of delight, as she drove me to an orgasm, all the while she was pumping in and out. Cheri's hands grasped my head, and I turned quickly. My eyes had been mostly shut, to block any distractions from the magnificent sex Jill and I were having. What I saw when they opened, however, sent a chill through me. Cheri was guiding my head toward her crotch, toward the stiff member awaiting attention. I started to protest; this was more than I could take. Getting fucked - well, that was odd, but it was still man-woman. But this - this was gay! I was a man, albeit a man with a pussy. And there was no way I was going to suck any dick, even if it was on a woman. I struggled, fighting her hands, until I was staring up at her, my eyes pleading for her to stop this. Cheri looked at me, and I saw understanding in her eyes. She knew. She released my head, and I started to lift up away from her crotch. Then she waved her hand. I felt the world shift. One minute, I'd feared what she'd been doing. The next, I saw a huge waiting dick in front of me, and I wanted to suck on it. In my mind, I could recall my fears. Only now, they didn't seem to make any sense. After all, I wasn't really a man, was I? Not as long as I had a pussy between my legs. And if I wasn't a man, what was gay about sucking a dick? Besides, it looked so...inviting. I glanced up at Cheri again, and I saw her smile, then she nodded. Eagerly, I plunged my head down, my lips parting to encompass the huge dick. With fervor, my tongue caressed Cheri's organ, while I bobbed my head, massaging it with my lips. I knew Cheri had done something to make me _want_ to do this; I really didn't care. All I wanted was to give her the best head she'd ever had. On and on I went, getting pumped and caressed by Jill while I bobbed on Cheri's dick, until the two exploded nearly simultaneously. I swallowed the warm salty cum, licking and sucking to ensure I got every drop. When they were done, the girls backed away, and then switched places. Once more I found myself getting skewered by a huge dick while I sucked another one. And then Jill said to Cheri that it just didn't look quite right. Cheri agreed, and I felt a tugging on my chest. I knew what was happening; I was growing breasts again. But I didn't care. I was too busy having sex to be distracted. After they came again, they let me up. It was then that I saw how big the breasts I had were. They weren't just big - they were huge! Cheri and Jill both laughed; they said that since most guys like big boobs, Cheri gave me what I wanted. And the nipples were ultra-sensitive; I nearly came when they were kissed or licked. It was a long, strange night. I don't think any of us got more than a quick catnap. They took turns with me, fucking, having me suck them, titty-fucking me. They even double-teamed me - one in front and one in the rear. My body was a mess, covered with jizz. And I didn't care. I wanted more and more. Finally, morning broke. Cheri took me one last time, and then she waved her hands. The pendulous weights on my chest vanished, and a cock grew outward from my crotch. I saw Jill and Cheri regain their womanhood at the same time. A kind of mental fog suddenly cleared. I'd spent the night sucking dicks. Now, it seemed wrong. But I wasn't angry. I knew that I'd been mostly woman, and it was okay. Hell, I'd even wanted to. But now that I had my dick back, it wasn't appealing any more. I didn't have any regrets about sucking Jill and Cheri, though. ********** The next few days were uneventful, both at work and at home. Jill was a little more passionate in bed, and seemed a little more skilled in pleasing me. She observed that I had obviously learned a little myself. But we both noticed that something seemed to be missing. Monday morning, I went to work. Cheri was late, which was unusual for her. She smiled innocently as she sat down. "Have a good weekend?" she asked pleasantly. "Okay, I guess." "Hmmm," Cheri's nose wrinkled. "It sounds like you missed something." I felt my cheeks burn, and I glanced down. After a few seconds, I turned back. "It was kind of fun." Cheri smiled. "I thought you'd enjoy it." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I've got some things going on today. Think you're ready to take my place here?" I shrugged. "I guess so." Cheri smiled, then she waved her hands. There was a bright flash...and I found myself staring at my own body! "What...?" I knew instantly what Cheri had done. Cheri smiled. "You're going to take my place, just like I said." She rose and walked out of the office, leaving me stunned and stuck in her body. ********** "Well, how was it?" Cheri, in my body, came in toward the end of the day. I shrugged. "Not bad. Everything went kind of smooth I guess." "And?" I flinched a bit. I knew what she was asking. "And being in your body was interesting. It's a lot different that just the parts that we...you know." I reddened a bit. I was deliberately understating my feelings. Cheri's body was, in a word, magnificent. With wider hips, I'd had to adjust to a new walk, and I found that I enjoyed feeling my hips swaying. Her clingy sweater displayed the curves of her body. The hair brushing my neck and dancing at the edges of my vision was different, and I'd enjoyed the change. From the way this body walked to the fingernails which changed how I used the keyboard, it was all very different. And I'd enjoyed feeling sexy. But I couldn't tell her that. "Well, how about we go back to your place? I'm feeling in the mood for some company." I felt myself getting aroused; I was also feeling a bit horny, and her invitation accentuated the sensation. We barely got the door closed before we were on each other. Like two animals in heat, we practically attacked each other in our passion. She had me three times in quick succession, obviously using her magic to enhance her staying power again. And I didn't care. We were intertwined, naked, our bodies glistening with each other's fluids, when Jill came home. For the briefest of seconds, I felt a surge of fear. What was she going to say? But she came in as if it were an everyday event to find your male friend, in the body of his sexy boss, and sprawled out having sex on your bed. Jill just shucked off her own clothes and joined us. I'd wondered what it was like to be eaten. Now, while Jill mounted my body, I straddled Cheri's face. Her tongue darted in and out, teasing my pussy, tickling my clit. My hot fluids dripped on her, but she ignored them as she made me cum over and over. Then I felt her body tremble, and I knew she was shooting into Jill. As soon as Jill was breathing regularly again, I pushed her aside and mounted Cheri. She seemed a bit miffed, but then moved to my former spot. I was relishing this. While having Cheri use her tongue was interesting, I found the unique pleasure of having her large rod inside me to be more fun. I pumped up and down feverishly, anxious to bring myself to orgasm. With one hand, I caressed my boobs, while the other slipped down to stimulate my clit. The strong sexual sensations grew outward, fusing somewhere in my belly, and then they swelled more until it felt like my entire body was about to have an orgasm. Still I continued, and when it happened, I passed out from sensory overload. ********** By morning, Cheri had swapped back with me, and I got a few quick fucks with both her and Jill before we had to go to work. Cheri left, and waved her hand quickly. A parting gift, she said with a smile. I frowned, and then glanced at Jill, who was equally puzzled. The mystery lasted only a few seconds. Jill discovered the penis in her crotch about the same time I discovered that I had a pussy again. I started after Cheri to protest, but then I saw Jill drop her pants, exposing the stiffening member. All thoughts of protest were instantly lost. I wanted it. Nothing else mattered right now except having that dick. I fell to my knees and began to kiss and lick it, furthering its arousal. As soon as it was hard enough, I wrapped my lips around it and began to bob, taking as much of it into my mouth as possible. And while I sucked Jill, my hand slid down into my crotch and began to touch the womanhood that Cheri had given me. I felt Jill's hands grasping my head, directing my motion to maximize her pleasure. I felt my own orgasm nearing, and then Jill's rod stiffened and began to pulse. Eagerly, I swallowed her load even as my body erupted with an orgasm. Whatever Cheri had given us was not the magic enhancement that we'd been using; as soon as she was spent, Jill softened. Nothing I could do could bring her back to attention. She padded softly toward the shower, leaving me in the kitchen, on my knees, cum dripping from my chin, my own needs unfilled, disappointed. Cheri didn't change us back for the rest of the week. Jill had the dick and I had the pussy. And I learned that, while I had a vagina, I had a seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. Work was distracting; whenever I saw a bulge in someone's crotch, the need resumed, and I started to get hot and horny. Thursday afternoon, Cheri was watching me writhe in agony after a technician came by. Cheri had been having computer problems, and the guy had to reload some software. As he stood to leave, I saw that Cheri had had some effect on him; his trousers were tight and concealing a huge bulge. Within seconds, my desire returned. It was all I could do to keep from playing with myself right there in the office. I practically ran to the bathroom, and after checking to ensure it was empty, I brought myself to three quick orgasms. Barely satisfied, I returned to the office. Cheri was sitting at her computer, and as I sat down, she gave me a smile. "Bit distracted, aren't you?" I glared at her. "You could have turned down the heat," I shot back. I was angry - mostly because I was still frustrated sexually. Cheri waved her hand, and the door closed with a gentle slam. I turned, startled, then turned back. "Maybe I can help," she offered in a sexy tone. She waved her hand again, and then she stood up. In her crotch, I saw the bulge of a penis. My needs returned with a vengeance. Office be damned, I had to have some sex now. I practically threw myself at her, unzipping her skirt and pulling it down with her panties and panty hose, exposing the large rod. "Oh, yes!" I moaned softly as I began to kiss the huge organ. It was just what I needed. Cheri responded almost immediately, grasping my hair and bobbing my head on her rod. My hand clawed at