If the Shoe Fits
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"If The Shoe Fits Wear It"
By Keri R.
A successful chemical engineer suffers a sexual obsession that
is ruining his marriage to a beautiful and dedicated wife. His
wife, desperate for change, finally agrees with his
unconventional solution. Both will emerge with a new perspective
on sexual liberation.
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At only 30, Bob had all the trappings of success. He was a
senior chemical engineer of a leading biotech company. His
salary allowed he and his wife to buy the best of everything, to
live the good life, to travel the world and live in an
impressive estate in the city's most affluent subdivision. His
wife was the envy of every guy Bob knew. At 5'9" and 115 pounds,
Beth was blessed with an athletically lean yet incredibly
curvaceous figure, highlighted by wind swept blonde locks and
baby blue eyes. She had brains, and beauty matched only by the
compassion and love she reserved for her husband of 5 years.
Bob contemplated these things as he left the office, deep in
thought as he trudged to his car. He carried guilt. Guilt at
having pushed Beth too far. Shame over playing out his fantasies
in the bedroom one too many times. He sighed remembering how
much Beth wanted only to please him. She was great in bed. But
she would deny him every time he begged her to fulfill his
deepest need. Bob wanted Beth to take on a lover. The thought
made him rigid, even now.
At first the strange request saddened her. She had no desires
for another man. Bob's compulsion confused her. "Aren't we in
love?" she queried him many times. What could Bob say?
Beth's anxiety eventually led to anger. She said an affair would
be a betrayal of their wedding vows. That it would make a
mockery of the marriage. She defiantly refused his unrelenting
pleas. Bob was obsessed with his vision: his beautiful Beth in
the throes of lovemaking with another man. A true stud. A real
man. Bob's manhood grew hard at the thought of his wife moaning
in orgasm, her legs jubilantly splayed under the powerful torso
of a newfound lover. And now, despite everything he had, Bob
longed for something to satisfy his insatiable sexual craving.
He was desperate and ashamed.
Getting into his car and starting the engine, Bob carefully set
a glass vile on the passenger seat. Months of experimentation
would at last pay off. Tonight would be the night Bob's
obsessions would be resolved. Bob would never again torment his
wife. Moving down the road he struggled to keep his attention on
the road and off his throbbing erection.
Candlelight dinner and a big kiss from Beth greeted Bob. She had
waited a long time for Bob to put aside his quirky sexual
fantasies and after months of work, tonight he promised her, the
issue would be resolved. Both Bob and his wife would be able to
move on and put this disruption behind them.
Beth was concerned about the manner in which this was all going
to happen. And she was still reluctant to agree to Bob's idea.
After years of frustration, tonight she would resign herself to
trying what Bob had developed as a solution to their problems.
Pulling the glass vile from his coat pocket, Bob carefully began
to pour its contents into Beth's wineglass as she looked on with
mixed feelings.
"Are you sure about this, Bob?" He remained intent on the liquid
as if in a trance.
"I mean really sure. From what you've told me, there's no
turning back once I drink that concoction of yours."
Watching the last bit of viscous, gold liquid drip into his
wife's wineglass, Bob turned his attention back to his wife.
"That's the best news Beth, I was able to engineer a chemical
fail-safe for this mixture." Beth's usually bright disposition
became increasingly wary and noticeably troubled. "What do you
mean by a chemical fail-safe?"
Blushing a bit, Bob deliberated before responding. "You see
Beth, the entire solution can only be activated by ..." Bob half
chuckled and looked away momentarily. "By my own sexual
arousal."
Beth's eyes stared on wide-eyed and disbelieving. "You mean by
your own erection!"
"That's right, Beth." Only my erection can activate the changes.
And if I lose my sexual response before the process is complete
about a 15-minute window then the solution completely loses its
potency. That's the fail-safe."
"It's hard to believe, honey. Are you sure it'll work?"
"Sure as I'll ever be, he reaffirmed as he held his glass for a
toast. "To us and our new life."
Beth began to show signs of relief. A radiant, coast to coast
smile returned to her face. "To us." They finished their glasses
never breaking eye contact with each other.
After dinner, Bob hastened Beth to the bedroom. Quickly Bob
stripped out of his clothing and stood motionless in the middle
of the room. Beth looked on with a wry smile not so much at his
nakedness, but at his proud and saluting manhood, which thrust
uncompromisingly into the air. "The irony of it all," she mused
to herself.
"Well, you certainly seem to want this, honey," she finally
stated.
"I've waited a long time for this Beth. And you have to help me.
I can't suffer another day this way."
Beth looked on with sympathy. She was well aware of his
conflicts, but until tonight, she never believed Bob would
really dare to go so far. Fantasy was supposed to be just that
--fantasy. Remembering his long nights at the office, struggling
for a solution, she knew this was all for the better. Beth was
ready to see this through to the end for her man, and now,
finally, for herself. She smiled at the new reality that awaited
her. There was no need to share her secret with Bob. He'd find
out soon enough. It would probably even get him more excited!
Right now, she wanted him to savor his last remaining moments of
manhood. Unashamed after months of prodding by her quirky, yet
lovable husband she threw caution to the wind. Beth could wait
no longer for both of them to realize their dreams.
Slowly she moved closer to him. He stood motionless, the sweat
of fear and excitement beading on his forehead. "This was the
only way," he reasoned as Beth drew closer. He prayed he was
right.
Then in an instant Beth leaned forward and kissed him. Not with
a kiss of passion but almost as if trying to avoid a deadly
contagion. Just as quickly she retreated to the bed to sit and
watch like a spectator-- from a safe distance.
Bob remained motionless, a smile of longing on his face. His
throbbing member still jutting straight ahead, full of lust for
what was to come. Then it began, slowly at first, like the sun
rising on a new day.
Bob's skin began to break out all over his body. It wrinkled and
cracked in beautiful random patterns across his body. He was
transfixed as the mosaic worked its way from his feet to his
chest, spreading out over his arms.
Next, his skin color began to turn like a ripe leaf in fall,
from its normal pale, white to a vibrant, harvest gold. His skin
took on a sheen that reflected light in every direction. He
admired that it looked as smooth and shiny as glass.
Beth noticed Bob's legs slowly fusing together, merging just
below his straining manhood which was now thrust out defiantly
in its new color and texture, more magnificently than before. As
his legs finished fusing together his feet were swiftly absorbed
into one.
Although Bob was struggling to maintain his balance with one
leg, he was enthralled by the changes. Beth stared on in
amazement at the effects of her husband's wonder drug.
"It really is going like you planned, isn't it honey?" Bob's
attention momentarily returned to his disbelieving wife. "Oh,
Beth, yesss. This is better than I could have ever imagined.
'I'm so horny, I can't believe it." Bob was in ecstasy. Every
fiber of his being tingled in sexual delight.
"But it looks like it'll be over rather quickly, won't it?" She
pouted on his behalf, taking on the role of cheerleader. "Too
bad you couldn't enjoy your hard-on a little longer," she
feigned.
"Pre-cum was starting to drip from Bob's unbridled phallus. Even
Beth was feeling her own moistness, but for an entirely
different reason.
"Oh, Bob, I'm so glad you're finding peace at last. That this is
making you happy really happy."
At that moment, Bob's newly fused legs turned bright chrome
metallic -- tapering into a beautiful sexy short stud. Atop the
stud, his newly fused single leg began to reshape itself, as
thin as a matchstick at the bottom while flaring out ever so
slightly as it worked its way up his leg. Moving its way up
Bob's slenderized golden leg, it flared gently as it reached his
throbbing cock and then in a second consumed the organ, claiming
it as part of Bob's newly defined shape. He let out a primal
groan of sexual lust and abandon.
Continuing its burn up Bob's torso to the waist, the chemical
reaction flared his waist into a cup shape although a very tiny
one -- reshaping it into a thin semi-circle. Soon Bob felt his
upper torso being absorbed into his new identity. He was melting
toward his mid-section.
The swiftness with which the chemical acted on Bob's body
brought him back to reality in a start. Panic swept his face
realizing he could no longer feel his most prized possession.
His penis had been taken, and with it, lust for his prized
fantasy.
Almost on cue, Beth stood up from the bed and walked to where
her husband teetered precariously on his new shiny, patent gold
leg, his face awash in panic.
"My poor, Robert, it doesn't appear fantasy boy is having fun in
his new world." Beth continued to move closer to Bob, poised to
give him the final kiss that would seal his fate and his
fantasy. "It's time to fulfill your end of the promise, Bob."
I've kept mine, now you keep yours."
Although he was now incapable of moving away, swaying
precariously on his newly shaped, long and tapered leg, he moved
his face to avoid her kiss and panted with half fear-half
excitement. "Sorry Beth, but I can't. This is craziness. I
realize that now."
Beth flashed a turbulent look of betrayal. "You're sorry! Five
years of listening to your sadistic fantasies and now you want
me to forget it all. Well, you finally won, Bob. You got me to
buy into what you've wanted." She smiled. "Now I want it, too."
As she lunged toward her helpless husband, desperate to plant a
final kiss that would seal his fate and assure her freedom. In
desperation, Bob responded in loud and forceful tones.
"Beth, remember my fail-safe?" She stopped short.
"If I'm not sexually aroused, this whole process will reverse
itself in 15 minutes." "So you really don't want to go through
with this after all, do you?" she mocked.
"No, Beth, it's just a game." He labored over his carefully
chosen words. "A wonderfully erotic game, but a game. Don't you
think?"
Slowly Beth encircled her defenseless husband. Running her hand
down her husband's sexy new, high gloss, patent leg sent tingles
of delight radiating throughout Bob's new body. His face started
to glaze over, entranced by his own erotic euphoria.
"I see you can still get excited, even without that worthless
male meat of yours." This was the first time Bob had ever heard
his dear Beth so spiteful and unloving. So mean and cold
hearted.
"But how can you say that dear?"
"How?" She teased. "After listening to your warped desires night
after night, year after year. You -- my husband -- wanting to
share me with other men like some kind of whore. After putting
up with your perverse ways of lovemaking. After selling out my
sexuality just so I could raise the stock of your male libido.
That's how!"
Bob knew this fantasy had gone too far. It was no longer a game
at all for Beth. He knew this was his moment of truth. There was
no way out. Overwhelmed and with great fear, he finally
surrendered to his fate his last fleeting moments of manhood.
After all, he reasoned, the moment he had yearned for in fantasy
was about to become real. Why not go out in a blaze of erotic
glory as he had always dreamed!
Lost in his own thoughts, Bob was brought back quickly by the
most intense, feelings he had ever known. Looking down, he saw
Beth, gently rubbing the length of his new shaft.
"My god, it's like my entire leg is going to erupt." He
shuddered in delight.
"Don't you mean stiletto, dear. Your legs really look much
better as stiletto heels, you know." Bob would've shot his load
at that comment, but he was no longer capable of doing anything
more than feeling the incredible sensations emanating with
Beth's every heavenly stroke. He desperately wanted to move up
and down in rhythm with her hand but could no longer do so.
Beth once again looked expectantly into Bob's glazed eyes.
"That's my baby. Feeling like you're about to cum I'll bet", she
giggled. "Yes, Beth, yessss." He moaned, knowing the end was
imminent.
"Then do you want me to continue?"
"Please. Yes...yes, oh, yes. Go on. Now." Bob was uncontrollably
lost in his sexual fervor.
"And you know what one more kiss from me will do to you." Beth
coaxed while continuing to gently stroke the length of Bob's
new, sexy long stiletto shaft.
"Ah-huh," Bob moaned, as if in another world.
"And?"
With a pleading smile he barely uttered, "Kiss me. Finish me
darling."
"Kiss me what, Bob?" she teased, wanting him to beg for his own
perverse deliverance from humanity.
"Please -- please kiss me Beth." He was delirious with sexual
frenzy and joyfully awaited his fate. Bob was lost deep in the
throes of his own passion.
Wasting no more time Beth moved to his head and softly kissed
his lips. She smiled knowing it would be their last.
Quickly Bob's entire face was consumed in the same crinkled
lines, a lovely gold mosaic. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on
the lovely site of his wife, but they were soon gone, absorbed
by the rest of the material which swept up from his torso and
engulfed him.
Suddenly he could feel his head falling as if down a long slide
until it came to rest just short of the floor. His head
contorted until his forehead pushed out to a severe point. The
top of his head recessed and extended itself. His arms fell too,
along either side of the long shaft until they met Bob's now
triangular shaped head just before the floor. They then fused
with the head moving back up from the floor to the top of the
shaft to create two side panels. Finally his two hands moved up
in an arch from their sides, clasping each other forever in the
middle to create a shiny new gold strap. Then like a cell
dividing itself, the sexy new shoe gave birth to yet another
clone.
Beth looked down at the floor in delight. Bob was now a very
sexy 6" pair of gold snakeskin stiletto heels. And they'd look
perfect on her. Just then the doorbell rang.
"Probably Joe," she thought as she quickly stepped into her new
heels, fastening the ankle straps securely.
As they walked down the hall to greet her new lover, the sound
of her sexy stilettos echoing against the floor, she spoke out
one last time to her husband, who she now wore admiringly on her
feet.
"Well, I hope you're happy now, Bob." You've never looked so
good," she giggled. "Like they say if the shoe fits wear it."
Delightfully carefree, she flung her hair back and skipped
faster to the front door, her heart racing. "Besides, Bob, you
always wanted me to take a lover. And now you can be right there
to experience real sex with me."
Beth opened the door and threw her arms around her new man, Joe.
"God he's sexy," she thought as she reached up to kiss him,
stretching high atop her new gold heels.
Joe proceeded to sweep her off her feet and carry her to the
bedroom. Over the next few hours he would fuck her in positions
she had only dreamed about, bringing her from one frenzied
orgasm to the next, writing their own Kamasutra.
She savored the steel blue of his wanton eyes. Finally she would
have a real man--a stud. It was an exhilarating new change for
her. She began to tear off her clothes in heated anticipation of
passionate sex. Beth didn't even pay attention as she kicked her
new heels off, landing helter-skelter in the dark closet.
Bob was so excited he hardly felt the pain.
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