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Morphic Adaptation Unit - Honeymoon A couple honeymooning in a remote cabin find a strange alien contraption. The happy belief that they were made for each other has more truth than they cared to imagine.... ********************************************************************** Morphic Adaptation Unit - Honeymoon The light breeze wasn't too cool for the warm spring afternoon. Instead, with the sunny blue sky, the freshly greening trees, and the flowers in the meadow, the breeze merely added to what was an idyllic setting. Trish couldn't have been happier. Not only was she enjoying the beautiful day, but she was strolling lazily, arm in arm, with Gary, her husband of all of two days. She leaned her head on his arm and sighed contentedly. "Ouch!" Gary yelped as he flinched. Trish let go of his arm, turning to him with surprise. She feared that somehow she'd hurt him. Instead, she saw him hopping on one foot, twisting down and holding his food. "Damn!" he muttered as he tried to rub his sore foot. "I stubbed my toe on something!" Trish leaned on his arm delicately, so as not to cause him to lose his balance. "What can I do?" she asked sweetly. Gary slowly lowered his foot, then he looked down at the ground, searching for the offending item. He spied it almost immediately, and to his surprise, it wasn't a stone or stick. "What the...?" he asked. He bent over, stooping to examine the item. Trish followed his gaze, and she squatted beside him to see what had caused Gary to nearly trip. It wasn't natural, that was certain. Natural objects didn't have square corners, nor smooth surfaces. Gary brushed the object, and he gasped when he saw the metal surface beneath the dust. "What the hell?" he asked himself softly. He squatted and his fingers began to pull and tug at the item. When he couldn't budge it, he glanced around and found a piece of stick. He attacked the soft ground around the object, and slowly the earth yielded to his efforts, exposing the large metal box. When it was nearly exposed, Gary tossed the stick aside and began to tug, certain that it would be heavy. To his surprise, it popped right out of the ground, and he hefted it easily. "What is it?" Trish asked in a hushed voice, as if she and Gary were engaged in some secret conspiracy. Gary shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. "But it must be worth something." He turned the box over in his hands. It measured about nine inches by fifteen inches, and was about four inches thick. Despite its size, it was surprisingly light. He glanced up at his bride. "Let's take it back to the cabin and see what it is." Trish started to object, then her sense of adventure kicked in. This was like finding buried pirate's treasure, and she was starting to secretly hope that they would find something of value. For both Trish and Gary, containing their building excitement was difficult as they carried the box back to the cabin. They were on their honeymoon, relaxing in this secluded cabin nestled in the foothills of the mountains, away from the distractions of modern life. In two days, they hadn't seen a minute of television, nor heard any radio. No computers, no noisy neighbors, and a phone which as of yet hadn't rung. It was, to Trish, a perfectly tranquil setting to start her life with Gary. They'd gone together for almost two years before their wedding, and as Trish said, it was like they were made for each other. The strange box had interrupted their tranquil environment, but neither minded too much. It was like it was part of the adventure, a minor addition rather than a distraction. Gary started to set the box on the tiny table. "Nope. Not on the table. We have to eat off this table," Trish admonished him gently. "How about the coffee table?" Gary smiled and gave his wife a quick kiss. "Sorry, love," he apologized sincerely. "I hadn't thought of that." Trish returned the kiss. "No problem, sweetie." She wrapped her arms around one of Gary's arms, and together they walked to the `living room', if you could call it that. The cabin was tiny, smaller than some apartments. It had but one bedroom, a modest bathroom, and a large open room that was divided by the tiny table into kitchen and living spaces. With it's a- frame construction, it had a high ceiling over the open room, and a small loft above the bedroom. It was cozy, a feature that Trish loved. Cozy. Intimate. Perfect for their honeymoon. Gary plopped down on the couch, with his bride beside him. Together, the began to rub at the grime on the box. It came off easily, and Gary was startled to see not a trace of rust or corrosion on the box. "Look," Gary said as he turned the box over. "There's some kind of writing or something here." Trish peered, then she rose abruptly and padded to the bathroom. In seconds, she returned with a damp rag. The remaining dirt washed off easily, leaving only the bare metal and some strange black symbols on one side. Curious, Gary turned the box over, examining it closely. Finally, he set it back on the table with the symbols on top. Trish leaned with her husband, staring raptly at the box. "What do you think it is?" she asked. Gary shook his head. "I don't know," he answered softly. "I've never seen anything like it." He craned his head, staring around the edges of the box. "This is so weird. There aren't any seams. It doesn't look like it can be opened." Trish frowned. "But that doesn't make any sense. It's too light, and it doesn't look like it's been welded or anything, does it? I mean, it's got to be hollow, right?" Gary gave Trish a quick kiss. "You're so smart," he said with a smile. "Just one of the many reasons I love you." Trish returned his kiss, then looked back at the box with Gary. "These symbols - they're not like anything I've ever seen. Are they maybe foreign?" Gary frowned. Then he got a mischievous grin. "No, they're alien. It's part of an alien invasion." Trish slapped him, grinning. "Stop it, you nut!" She turned back to the box, and as she peered at the symbols, she let her finger begin to trace the strangely beautiful figures. The box began to grow. There was no other way to describe what happened. It simply grew - and without any opening or unfolding. It was as if the metal was stretching to a new shape. It tottered, then fell off the coffee table. Trish and Gary flinched, their mouths agape, their eyes wide with astonishment. The box teetered on its side, then, as if deliberately, it tipped with a flop until the tracings were on top, and the growth resumed. Gary sat, amazed and curious, as the box grew, broadening itself to nearly a yard square. Trish, on the other hand, was frozen with fright. Somehow, she knew, she'd activated something. And Gary's words about aliens were replaying in her mind. As they both watched, entranced but for different reasons, the box began to grow in height. From four inches, it quickly stretched until it was higher than the coffee table, and still it grew. Two feet, three feet, four feet. Upward the metal stretched, until finally, it seemed to stop, towering far over the seated couple. Slowly, as if in a trance, Gary rose from the couch, his eyes fixed on the box, which now, more than anything, resembled a large phone booth in size. "Wow!" he muttered softly. "Gary!" Trish called, alarmed as he reached toward the box. "What if it is alien?" she asked in alarm. This box was very strange, and she was starting to get fearful. Gary turned, then replied with a grin. "Come on, dearest," he admonished gently. "Alien?" He laughed. "More likely it's something the Army lost." His mind began to cogitate on this. "And if that's true, then it's got to be worth something." He ducked around the corner as he continued his examination of the smooth metal. "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "Look at this!" Trish pried herself off the couch and walked around the coffee table. She could see Gary, gazing with rapt attention at something. She joined him, and caught her breath at the sight. Instead of the plain smooth sides they'd seen so far, this side had a few features, and they were remarkable by how few they were. An oddly-shaped flat translucent red plate was placed below a rectangular black panel. To their side, occupying about half of the side, it looked like the box had some kind of door. Right beside the door was another translucent crystalline knob, like a touch switch. This one, unlike the red plate, was purple in color. Trish reached slowly, mesmerized by the beauty of the crystals, until she touched the red plate. "It looks like some kind of hand. Or paw..." She flinched, quickly withdrawing her hand when she saw the panel. It had come to life, the flat black surface replaced by more of the strange symbols, arranged in rows and scrolling slowly up. Trish tucked herself against Gary, grasping him in fear as the strange symbols continued to roll. Gary leaned forward, his curiosity overwhelming his fear. "It's like some kind of computer display," he said softly almost reverently. "This is cool." Trish shook her head. "We ought to leave it alone," she warned him. "We don't know what else it can do." Gary was not about to let his curiosity slow him. "This is some kind of message," he said with certainty. Trish watched the scrolling display for a couple of minutes. Then she backstepped away from the machine. "I'm going to make a sandwich. You want one?" Her voice betrayed her nervousness. Gary didn't remove his gaze. "Sure." Trish gave him a peck on the cheek, then turned to the kitchen. It only took a few minutes for her to make a couple of sandwiches - turkey and Swiss on wheat bread (her obsession with eating right), mayo and mustard for Gary, only mayo for her. She sliced the sandwiches, then put them on plates and retraced her steps to Gary, to the side of the box where he was still standing, entranced. "Here's your...." Her words cut off as she saw the display panel. "What the....?" It was currently displaying her body, nude and in fantastic detail, almost photographic quality. But there was something different. She leaned forward, then a scowl formed. "What the hell is that?" Gary turned at her and grinned. "Look," he said proudly, "I figured out how this thing works!" He pointed to the red plate. "When you touch that, it reads your mind, and then whatever you're thinking shows up on the display!" Trish's scowl didn't lessen; if anything, her expression got more upset. "So what are...those...doing there?" She pointed at the breasts on the image. The image matched her own figure almost precisely. Five-foot five and trim, Trish had modest B-cup breasts. Her waist was not of model proportions, but at 26 inches, it was attractive. She was dainty, and with her shoulder-length brunette hair, she was also pretty. But the image.... "Those things look...ridiculous!" she exploded. Indeed, the breasts on the image were at least a double-D cup. Not only that, but the hair was long, wavy, and auburn! "Gary, are you implying that I'm not attractive to you?" she demanded angrily. Gary knew he was in trouble. He turned to Trish and wrapped his hands around her waist. "Not at all, sweetest," he cooed. "You're just perfect," he said reassuringly. "I wouldn't change a thing about you." Trish felt herself melting; he always did say such sweet things. Then she glared at the display. "But two things?" she asked, trying to sound stern. She failed, and ended up sputtering through her laughter. Gary laughed, but half-heartedly. He knew he'd been caught, and he also knew that Trish, like most women, was very sensitive about her appearance. "I was trying to figure it out, and this is what happened." He wiggled out of her arms, then took the plates and set them on the table. "Look. This is so cool!" He touched the plate. "When you touch it, it like reads your mind! Whatever you're thinking, it shows up on the display here!" He thought of Trish with her brunette hair, but longer - much longer. The image changed, and Trish was displayed with hair nearly to her ass. "Like that!" Trish gave him a stare, then she pried his hand off the red plate. "Let me try." She concentrated, then the display changed. Her boobs returned to their normal size, and her hair shortened. She let her hand drop, then she giggled. "This is neat," she said with fascination. She glanced at Gary, smiling, then turned back to the display. In quick succession, she tried a curly blonde, a flaming red-head, long brunette, and a short, sassy hairstyle. "If this were in salons," she said in awe, "it'd make a fortune!" She restored her image to its natural state. Then she got a sly grin. She thought of Gary. As he tried to peek, she reached out and shoved him to one side. "No. You changed me without me looking, so you just wait `til I'm done. Eat your sandwich." She turned back to the display, carefully blocking his view. Gary, knowing he wasn't going to get to see, glumly sat down and started gnawing on his sandwich. He didn't get more than a bite or two down when Trish started giggling. "You want to see?" Gary put down his plate and stood. He stared at the screen, looking at his own image. Gary was just under six feet tall, with an average build. Not athletic or fat, he was quite trim. He kept his brown hair in a short cut, neat and easy to maintain, and he had a small mustache under his nose. His face was angular, very masculine, with a solid jaw and strong nose. He glanced at the image; it looked normal, except maybe that the chest was more muscular, and his abs were better defined. And.... Gary glowered at Trish. He felt angry with what she'd done. Hanging in his crotch was a large penis, a dick significantly larger than his own equipment. He stiffened, upset and feeling humiliated. Trish noticed the sudden chill in the air. "Oh, come on now," she pleaded, turning toward Gary and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I let you play." Gary clenched his jaw and turned away. "Yeah, but this is different. It's like...you're making fun of me." Trish slipped her hands around him and snuggled close to his back, her hand wandering down to his crotch. "You know I love you just like you are," she purred. "I didn't mean anything by it." Her lips began to kiss and caress his arms while her hand began to rub. Gary's anger melted, slowly at first, then vanishing as Trish's passion got the better of him. He turned, meeting her lips with an ardent kiss, his own hand reaching to cup her breast. Within moments, the two were caressing each other, and very shortly afterward, they were making passionate love. They lay intertwined on the floor, their naked bodies moist with sweat and each others' fluids. Trish sighed contentedly as she gave Gary a kiss. "Ummm," she moaned softly. "You're so...wonderful!" She kissed him again. Gary smiled and returned the kiss. "You are too, Mrs. Barton," he answered. Trish sighed. "I love hearing that. Mrs. Barton." Gary grinned. "Mrs. Barton you are, my sweet." Then he spied the plate atop the coffee table. "Um, you know what?" he asked. "I'm hungry." Trish didn't realize that he was looking at the table. "So am I, tiger," she said as she pulled him close and began to kiss him again with newfound passion. It took only seconds for Gary to forget his stomach and surrender to her assault, his passion for his new wife overriding his hunger and arousing him in spite of their coupling just moments before. ********** With their clothes back on, but Trish's hair rather mussed, they sat on the couch eating their sandwiches. It was already late afternoon; their lovemaking had gone into extra innings, so to speak, and their hunger had been all but ignored. Now, as they sat, contented looks on their faces, they slowly ate their lunch. Gary glanced at the box, then back at Trish. "You know, that thing really seemed to get you excited." Trish feigned innocence. "Me? I thought you were the aggressor," she said with a grin. Gary gave her a kiss, then stood. He grasped the sides of the box, and preparing to have to heave, he threw his strength into turning it. Surprisingly, it nearly flew off the floor, and he had to struggle to control the bulky device. He turned it so the red plate and display faced them. "Let's see if I can give you any more ideas," he said coyly. He touched the plate, and soon had her nude body displayed again. In minutes, he had sculpted her to a more athletic figure, fit and trim and sexy. Trish smiled, then she stood and pushed him aside. She got Gary's image, and made him taller, almost six feet six, with his body proportioned more like a Greek god. The dick in the image was large and standing at attention, almost begging to be used. Trish had shorn his mustache in the display; to Gary, the lack of facial hair made him look baby-faced. Gary pushed her aside. "My turn now." He concentrated, then got Trish back in the display. This time, he changed her features considerably, giving her the almond-shaped eyes of an Asian, with long straight black hair to match. He shortened her a bit, and made her body much more petite, more delicate, like a fragile flower. Trish giggled. "So that's what I'd look like as a Chinese girl," she said almost in awe. She gave Gary a quick kiss. "You know, this thing is kind of fun." She glanced, and saw that Gary was getting aroused again. "Yeah, I can see how much fun you think it is." She put her hand on the plate. "Well, if you think that's fun, watch this." She let the display change back to Gary's body. This time, she made him not only taller, but much more muscular. With the blonde hair and bright blue eyes and the heavy blonde mustache and full beard, he looked like a Norse warrior. Gary was finding this game exciting. Whatever fantasy he imagined, he could create with Trish's image, and she could do likewise with his. He could tell by the way her body moved that she was getting as turned on as he was. He touched the plate again. This time, he made her taller, and then he flared her hips. He narrowed her waist slightly, then he really emphasized her boobs - going to a full F-cup. He made the image blonde, with long wavy locks of hair parting at her shoulders, brushing down onto her breasts and her back. He gave her the most stunningly blue eyes he could imagine, crystal in their clarity. Gary turned, and saw his wife. Trish's breathing was getting heavy, and she was lost in thought, her eyes closed. In her mind, she imagined her Norse warrior touching her, ready to take her. She trembled with excitement at her fantasy, oblivious to the show she was giving Gary as she reached inside her blouse to cup one breast while her other hand slid into her pants, caressing her hot clit. Gary felt his own arousal, already burning in his loins, climb to new heights as he watched his bride touch herself. He swept her into his arms, then began to passionately kiss her as he carried her into the bedroom. ********** Gary sat on the sofa, a huge grin covering the sleepy look in his eyes. He'd insisted on making breakfast for Trish, but she beat him to the kitchen and wouldn't let him. It was her turn to cook. So while she puttered away, making pancakes and eggs, Gary stared at the box. And like iron to a magnet, he was drawn to the curious red plate. Remembering their little game, Gary conjured up an image of Trish, rendered in color and totally naked. He felt a stir as he gazed on the image. Once more, he let his imagination run wild, and he enhanced her breasts. Her hair he made flaming red, wavy, and reaching her buttocks. Gary was really starting to enjoy the box. It was getting him turned on to imagine Trish in lots of variations. And then, for some peculiar reason, he noticed the purple crystal again. He removed his hand from the red plate and slowly reached to the purple control. And as soon as he touched it, the 'door' vanished, disappearing as if it had never been there. Gary flinched as if stung, then he recovered. "Neat," he called out to Trish. "The purple thing opens a door or something." Trish glanced up from the stove. "A door?" "Well, not really a door. Kind of a portal. It just appeared when I touched the purple thing." He peered inside, and his attention was caught by how bare it looked. "Hey, there's another purple thing inside. And a kind of light at the top!" Trish felt only a little concerned. The box had been very entertaining, and it hadn't done anything harmful. Still, there was a nagging doubt. "Please don't go in," she insisted. Gary had already stepped inside the booth. "What?" he called. "Hey, this purple thing is kind of glowing." He reached for it, even as Trish yelled for him to stop. The portal vanished the instant Gary touched the purple crystal. There was no sound - it just vanished. Gary's first clue was the sudden cessation of sounds from outside. He also noticed, in his peripheral vision, a sudden change in light. Gary turned his head, only to confirm what he feared. "Trish!" he yelled. "Trish!" There was no answer, and even as he called out, he saw a the yellow glow of the light turn red. Gary looked up to see a reddish light sweeping down over him. Trish screamed. She'd heard Gary's voice, sounding hollow as it came from the box, and then - nothing! She dropped the spatula and dashed to the box, to where Gary had said the opening was. But there was no opening - only the bare metal side of the box. She reached out to touch the purple crystal, the one Gary had said opened the door. But before she could touch it, the portal appeared again, as if by magic. And Gary stepped out. Trish's mouth dropped, and she screamed again. It wasn't Gary that stepped out - it was...her! Except for the firmer, larger breasts with bigger nipples and the extra-long red hair, it was exactly her! She screamed again. "Trish?" Gary asked hesitantly. He was looking at her eye-to-eye, and he felt the weights on his chest. Gary looked down, and saw the boobs, and as he craned his neck, he saw further down, to the flat stomach, the narrow waist, and the mound of red pubic hair - without a dong! Gary gasped, startling himself at the sound of Trish's voice echoing in his ears. "Gary?" Trish mouthed uncertainly. "Is that...you?" He nodded slowly, and then his hands reached up to cup his new boobs. "What...what happened to me?" he asked in a frightened little voice. Trish stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "I don't know!" she finally answered. "What did...that thing do to you?" Gary's mind started to work again as the shock of his change wore off. "I was...playing," he answered. "I did a model of you, and then I touched the purple crystal." He glanced down, staring at the breasts on his chest. He was having a hard time concentrating as he cupped them. "When I touched the other purple crystal inside, the portal closed, and then a red light covered me. Then I was...like this!" He sounded uneasy and very unhappy to be in this body. Trish stared long and hard at him, her jaw hanging open. Finally, she glanced at the control panel. The display - it still showed her, as Gary had modeled her. Down to the long red hair and boobs, the display matched what Gary had become. "You...look like the display!" she finally managed to stammer. Gary glanced at the display, and then at himself. "Holy shit!" he cried softly. "I do, don't I?" He touched his boobs again, then smiled at her. "No wonder you like me playing with them," he said with a grin - in her voice. Trish scowled at him. "Can it change you...back?" she asked in a tiny voice. Gary suddenly realized her concern. If it couldn't change him back, then he was stuck, and this wasn't a laughing matter any more. "I...I don't know." He bit his lip. "I hope so." He stepped slowly to the plate, swaying unsteadily since he wasn't used to the altered center of gravity or wider hips. He reached up to the plate, pausing a second to stare at the magnificently sculpted feminine hands he now wore. Then he touched the plate. For several seconds, he concentrated, until the image on the display was his original body. He glanced at Trish, and when she nodded, he dropped his hand, leaving his image frozen on the display. Then he touched the purple crystal. With no sound, the door appeared again. Gary gulped, then he stepped inside. With a questioning glance at Trish, he touched the crystal. Again, the door vanished, and Trish felt a shiver run down her spine. For several agonizingly long seconds, there was no sound, no motion. And then the door magically reappeared. Gary stepped out of the box, restored to his original body. Trish practically leaped on him, wrapping him in a crushing hug, her face buried on his shoulder. She held him tightly for a long while, grateful that he was restored to his original body, and to her. They sat down on the couch, both more than slightly stunned and amazed. Gary glanced at the box. "That thing is unbelievable!" he finally said. "It changed me...into you!" "Kind of scary is more like it," Trish said, still trembling from the experience. "Maybe you thought it was an adventure, but I sure didn't!" Gary had shaken off his shock and horror at the transformation. Now, his fertile imagination was running wild. "It was pretty cool!" Gary said, his voice barely containing his glee. "But...," Trish began, "what if it hadn't turned you back?" Her voice betrayed no curiosity; she was practically shaking with relief at having her husband back to normal. Gary stepped back to the display, and he began to feel very curious. With this device, his fantasy could become reality. "I did. And that makes this thing...," he trembled with sexual desire as he thought of the possibilities, "fantastic!" He turned to his wife. "Just think - any fantasy you have, and this can make it real!" She looked very skeptical. "Oh, come on, Trish!" he pleaded. "Let's give it another try." Trish's will was undermined when he mentioned fantasies coming real. She harbored a few, and with this contraption.... Her curiosity slowly grew, and with it, the look of longing in her eyes. It took a few more minutes of argument and pleading, but eventually, Gary got Trish to try it. She'd insisted he go first, but he successfully rebutted that he'd already done that. Now it was her turn. Trish glanced nervously out of the box. "Are you sure about this?" Gary smiled with eager anticipation. He was aroused just thinking about what Trish would look like in a few moments. "All you have to do is touch the crystal." Trish shook off one last fit of nerves, then she closed her eyes and touched the purple crystal. The door vanished - only to reappear twenty or thirty seconds later. And from the door, Trish stepped. She was gorgeous. She touched her breasts hesitantly, then with one hand cupping the voluptuous fullness, reveling in the heightened sensitivity, she ran her fingers through her hair, marveling at the long red hair hung about her. She glanced nervously up at Gary. Gary was rubbing his crotch frantically. He stepped to Trish and wrapped her in one arm, the other reaching for those magnificent orbs. He pulled her to a kiss, and felt her body tremble as her body began to respond to his ministrations. What clothing remained were quickly discarded, and they sank to the floor, their hands groping frantically about each other as they surrendered to their primal desires. ********** Trish rose with a very contented smile. She gazed lovingly at Gary, then cupped her bosoms once more. True, they were heavy, but they were also very sensitive and they did get Gary very horny. She stepped to the plate. "My turn now," she said, licking her lips seductively. When Gary tried to see what she was doing, Trish blocked him with a sly grin. "No way. You got to do what you wanted, so now it's my turn." Gary relented, slowly. He stepped out of the way, then waited impatiently. After a few seconds, Trish pushed the purple button. "Okay, now go in." Gary glanced nervously at her, then he stepped into the booth. Again, he pressed the button. This time, when the door opened, he emerged as male. He stared down at himself, his mouth hanging agape. He could see the muscular chest, the well-defined abs; what he focused on, though was, his organ. He had thought himself to be well-endowed, but now, he was much larger. He gingerly reached out to touch the dong, and then he glanced up at Trish. Trish's eyes were wide and filled with her carnal lust. She gazed lovingly on his organ, then reached slowly to Gary's crotch. Gently but firmly, she began to stroke the thing, and within moments, they were back on the floor. Trish screamed wildly with passion as she pushed Gary on his back, and then impaled herself on his enormous manhood. It was nearly dinnertime before they stopped. They pulled themselves to the couch, where they cuddled. Their bodies still bore the alterations they'd made, Trish with her larger, more sensitive breasts and long red hair, and Gary with his bigger organ. The smiles they bore were more than happiness at being married; they had the satisfied look of a couple who had just totally pleasured each other. After a long while, Gary rose from the couch. "I'm a bit hungry," he said plainly. "How about you?" Trish grinned wickedly. "Only for more of you," she purred. Gary smiled at her compliment. "I'll see if I can't stir up some grub." Supper was simple; grilled cheese sandwiches. Trish didn't complain at all; she was as hungry for Gary as he was for her, and she really didn't want him taking any more time cooking than he absolutely needed to. ********** Trish knew something wasn't quite right as soon as she woke. Her eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright, startling herself at the feel of the larger breasts bobbing around on her chest. Beside her, Gary's covers were pulled back, and his side of the bed was empty. She slipped her feet to the floor, then padded softly to the living room. As Trish had suspected, Gary was looking fondly at the machine. "I wondered if you'd be out here," Trish observed. Gary nearly jumped. "Oh, yeah!" he replied. "This thing was super. Or wouldn't you agree?" Trish sidled up to Gary. "I'd say I approve of it. As long as they're temporary," she added quickly. "I know you like the big boobs and all, and they are sensitive, but they're kind of heavy." Gary turned and gave her a kiss. "Only temporary," he promised. "They're neat, but they aren't you." Trish gave him a passionate kiss; he always knew how to say the right things. "So you want to play with that thing some more?" she asked. Gary started, surprised and delighted by her newfound interest. "I was kind of afraid to ask you," he admitted. "I know it's neat, but I thought...." Trish kissed him again. "And it's a good way to make sure you get the variety you want without ever having to cheat on me," she said confidently. "So, do you want to go first, or me?" Gary felt himself getting aroused again. "Uh, can I go first?" he asked. Trish could tell from his grin that he already had something in mind. She smiled, then stepped to where she couldn't see what he was doing at the panel. The door opened, and she stepped in. What stepped out was a large-breasted, platinum-blonde stripper. Five foot two, one-hundred twenty, of which at least ten was breasts, she was an absolute knockout. If her previous enlargement had been big, these were huge. Gary took her quickly, unable to control the lust he'd stirred. Trish changed herself back to normal, then she stepped to the control panel. She glanced at Gary, then she started giggling. Gary rushed to protest, but Trish blocked him. "No fair peeking," she admonished. She touched the purple crystal, and the portal appeared. "Now step in," she commanded. Gary knew she was up to something, but he went along. What she was up to became apparent the moment he stepped out. He had boobs! His body was nearly perfect, except for an enormous pair of tits! In comparison to what she'd had, these were monsters! "Trish!" he complained, staring wide-eyed at the orbs on his chest. Trish started giggling. "I thought you liked boobs," she protested innocently, trying to avoid bursting out laughing. Gary frowned, and tried to cross his arms, only to have his boobs get in the way. This caused Trish to laugh aloud. "Yeah? But not on me!" Gary protested, pouting. Trish stepped lovingly to him, a sensuous look in her eyes. "Oh, come on," she pleaded. Her hand started to rub one of his nipples, and Gary flinched, his eyes widening. "You like that?" she cooed. Trish bent forward, and she began to kiss at Gary's nipples. Almost instantly, they firmed, and Gary felt a tremble course through his body. Trish moved closer, one hand on his equipment, the other on one boob, while she continued to kiss his nipple. She could tell the effect she was having on him. Slowly, she sank down to the floor, pulling Gary down with her. Her legs spread, and Gary needed no further invitation. As he mounted her, he felt the strange sensation of boobs hanging below him, brushing the sensitive nipples against Trish's boobs. He glance down, and between the cavern of cleavage, he spied himself, long and excited and pumping into his wife. And even as his mind started to rebel at the strange sight, Trish craned her neck and began to suck on his nipple while her hands played with the huge orbs dangling from Gary. The sexual sensations, which had been very pleasant, increased manifold, driving Gary quickly to and over the brink of orgasm. As Gary reveled in the afterglow, caressing his own mountainous chest, Trish purred. "You really like how they feel, don't you?" she asked impishly. Gary shivered, a reaction to the pleasure radiation outward from his nipples. "Um, hmmm," he admitted sheepishly. Trish propped herself up on one elbow. "Want me to make it better?" Gary's eyes remained half shut as he continued to play with his chest. "Yeah," he said eagerly. "Please!" Trish grinned and leaped to her feet. She pressed her hand to the plate, and in seconds, she helped Gary up and into the booth. He looked quizzically at her, but her smile betrayed nothing. Gary touched the purple crystal... And emerged as the platinum blonde stripper he'd changed Trish into, only with even larger tits! Shock showing on his pretty features, he cupped them, surprised by their heft. He could see the swirls of blonde hair, the long bangs hanging down in his eyes. His full sensuous ruby lips were formed as if to scream. Though he tried, he just couldn't get the words to emerge from that pretty mouth. He was confused, baffled, and didn't know whether to be embarrassed or angry. Trish gazed hungrily upon Gary. She felt herself getting moist again, and her nipples were fully erect. As soon as he looked up, she grasped his dainty face between her hands and pulled Gary into a passionate wet kiss, her tongue thrusting wildly into Gary's mouth. In seconds, his protests began to die, especially when she caressed his full round bosom. Trish's hand slid slowly down Gary's waist; he flinched when her hand met his newly formed pussy. "No," he protested weakly in a sultry voice. "Please, Trish, no!" He tried to pull away from her. Trish wrapped her arm around Gary to hold him in place. She was far stronger than he was now, and she clamped him in a vice, their breasts pressed closely together. She continued to kiss him, her tongue fencing with his, and all the while, her hand began to touch his sensitive womanhood. He fought and struggled, but that died as soon as she stroked his new clit. The wave of ecstasy which swept into his body made him tremble, made his knees practically turn to jelly. "Shall I stop?" Trish teased him. Gary pressed himself back to her, squashing their boobs together as he frantically kissed his wife. He ground his crotch against her hand, rubbing insistently. Trish continued her ministrations. In moments, she had Gary at the precipice, and she pushed him over into the throes of a massive female orgasm. He nearly collapsed as he panted for breath, tiny screams of pleasure slipping past his lips as he felt the earth-shattering explosion of pleasure. And still Trish continued. Just when Gary thought it was over, when he started to catch his breath, she aimed her expert fingers back at his sensitive nub, and he was gripped yet again in rippling pleasure. Trish guided Gary to the couch. As she continued to touch him, she lowered her mouth to his big boobs. First one, then the other, as she kissed and licked and nibbled. He was practically screaming now, begging for more and more of the sensory explosion gripping him. Slowly, inch by tender inch, Trish's kissed moved lower, down off his massive jugs to his flat stomach, his perfect navel, and then down more, to where his hot wet love box waited. Trish's tongue replaced her finger as she began to lick Gary's new cunt. The explosion which had nearly died returned with a vengeance, causing him to nearly faint with the intensity of the experience. He half-sat, half lay on the sofa, his breasts heaving with his gasps for air, his entire body glistening with sweat. Trish sat at the other end of the couch, nude like Gary, and watching with a twinkle as Gary slowly pried his eyes open. He looked up at her, his face a mixture of pure satisfaction and confusion. He tried to sit up, only to find his legs were too weak from the multiple orgasms he'd had. "But...." he started to say. He was thoroughly puzzled. "You..." He paused to take a breath. "You're a...." Trish looked at him and smiled. "A lesbian?" She laughed. "No." She shook her head. "I can't...I can't explain it. I mean, I know it's you, and so it makes me...," she trembled at the memories, "so...hot. I wanted you so much, knowing it was you in there." She looked pleadingly into his eyes. "But if it hadn't been you, I...I don't think I could have. Does that make any sense?" Gary thought for a few seconds. Her actions had deeply disturbed him; she was an excellent lover of women. Although, he admitted to himself, that part was pure conjecture on his part. But if it was something because he was inside.... Gary shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what to think right now," he finally admitted. "I mean, you just gave me the biggest and longest orgasm I've ever had in my life, while I was in a woman's body. How the hell am I supposed to think straight after that?" Trish looked down, then peeked up sheepishly. "So did you like it?" Gary's confused look vanished. He couldn't have stopped the intensely satisfied look for all the world. His expression was plain for Trish to read. He looked down, starting to flush. "Uh, yeah," he said softly, feeling his cheeks burn. "It was..." he trembled again at the thoughts, and Trish could see it, "great!" Trish smiled. "And if I asked if you wanted more?" There was a twinkle in her eye again. Gary smiled. He couldn't suppress a shudder of expectation. At the same time, his mind was clamoring for attention, telling him not to start liking this too much. He ignored it. "You bet!" he answered enthusiastically. Trish's smile widened. "Can I have your turn?" "Huh?" Trish grinned. He was still a little befuddled from the overwhelming sensory experience, she could tell. She nodded toward the box. "You know. Your turn." Gary glanced at the box, then at Trish. "Uh, I guess so," he said quickly. From the expectant tone of his voice, it was obvious that he wanted her - and badly. Trish rose and walked to the booth. She pressed her hand to the plate, then smiled. "That should do," she said with a sly grin. She blew a kiss at Gary, who was struggling to rise, fighting legs that still felt like mush after the multiple orgasms. Trish pressed the purple button and stepped through the portal. She emerged much as she'd entered. Gary could see little difference. She still had the waist-length flaming red hair and the large breasts. He frowned - there didn't seem to be.... Then he saw it. Gary's eyes popped wide open, and his jaw dropped. Trish had, in her crotch, a male organ. A penis. And from the looks of it, it was a large one! One hand cradled it firmly and lovingly, and Gary could see that Trish was starting to get excited. It was swelling, and Trish's eyes were widening in surprised delight at the feelings the thing was sending to her brain. Her eyes betrayed a growing need as the passion rose within her. Gary whimpered with fright. The girl-to-girl stuff - that had been okay. Well, as okay as it could get for him having tits and a snatch. But this? He now had the cunt, and Trish had a large - and growing! - dick, and she was looking very longingly at him. Gary drew himself to the corner of the couch, watching her with fright in his eyes. "You know you're curious," Trish said with a wicked grin. "Just like I am." Gary shook his head. "No. Please, Trish, don't!" he begged. Trish sat down beside him, one hand still stroking her monster. She reached out to Gary, who flinched and drew himself away from her. He was wedged in the corner between the back and the armrest, and he could flee no further. Trish smiled. "You know you want it. Don't you?" She slowly extended her hand and touched his boob. Gary whimpered, fighting between the pleasure of Trish's caressing and the fear of the organ in her lap. He was going to get fucked. Fucked! By his wife! This was too weird. And yet, he couldn't ignore the rising passion within his loins. Trish was touching him so tenderly on his nipples, and his breathing shortened. Gary's back arched, involuntarily pressing his boob further into Trish's hand. Trish smiled. "Admit it, Gary. You're as curious as I am, aren't you?" She slid her hand into his wet crotch, going directly for his ultra-sensitive clit. Gary shook his head, trembling at her touch. The passion which the nipple-play had ignited now roared into a blaze that he couldn't deny. His body trembled, and he flexed his back, pressing his crotch into Trish's hand. "More," he moaned softly. "Please, more!" Trish stopped, a huge grin on her face. "Admit that you're curious," she demanded. Gary was torn. On the one hand, there was no denying that Trish's touch was driving him wild, making him want more of whatever she could provide. Add the male curiosity, and he wanted her. On the other hand, he was staring at a dick, and it was going to go in him! Gary's passion won. "Please," he begged, his body writhing to her touch. "I want you." He sobbed to himself as he admitted to his curiosity, to wanting to be fucked! Trish let her fingers send Gary over the top, into the throes of a major orgasm. And as he convulsed in time with the pleasures rippling through his insides, she scooted him down the couch until he was nearly prone. She continued to touch him, bringing orgasm after orgasm to his hot snatch. Slowly, deliberately, she pressed her knees between his, causing him to spread wide in a sign of his heat. Trish shifted her attention, leaning over Gary, her boobs dangling and brushing his, while her hips moved forward. Gary whimpered as he stared down the valley of his cleavage. He was so hot, so desperately in need of satisfaction, and he was going to get it - from Trish. The penis dangling from her crotch was thick and firm, and pointed directly at his love hole. He tried to catch himself, to rouse his masculinity to protest, to stop the penetration. He couldn't. His body needed her. He waited, tense, nervous, anxious, as Trish drove herself closer and closer. Gary could feel the dick now, a large firm object pressing into his crotch, so firm and warm. He trembled as Trish slid it up and down over his clit. Then it was pressing at him, into him. It felt so big, and Gary cried involuntarily. He wanted her, but he knew it wasn't going to fit! It couldn't fit. And then Trish convulsed as her rod sank home, overcoming the minor resistance and sliding easily into Gary's well-lubricated box. It felt so...good! Trish slid back a bit, then drove it home again. Her eyes widened, so wonderfully different did the sensation feel. Gary felt her, and the fact that she was now inside him gave him a psychological shock. He screamed aloud, both at the fact that he was being fucked and at the deep strange and ever-so-wonderful sensations that engulfed him. His vagina rippled around Trish, contracting furiously against the firm rod, attempting to milk it with Gary's pleasure, and with each pulse of his pussy muscles, Gary panted, gasping for breath. On and on Trish went, thrusting in him like a pile-driver, her large rod sliding so easily in his receptive sex, and Gary continued on and on with his orgasmic ripples. His legs wrapped around her hips, clenching her deeper inside him. Then Gary noticed that her thrusts were getting deeper, longer. Her eyes were wide open as she held her breath. One more stroke, another one, and Gary felt her whole body stiffen. She cried out softly as her organ throbbed, waves of orgasmic contractions rippling as she came inside him. Gary, feeling her ripples, felt another aftershock, and his pussy worked again to milk Trish's dick dry. They lay intertwined for a long time, until finally Trish's dick softened and, as she moved slightly, withdrew from Gary. He clasped her tightly, holding with all his strength, lifting his lips to kiss her with all his passion. Gary was torn the rest of the day. While he'd found the sex absolutely wonderful, it still seemed a bit wrong. If it hadn't been Trish, he could never have accepted it. But with her...? Gary cried as he admitted to her that he loved what they'd done. Did that make him gay? Trish reassured him that it didn't, even as she got aroused again. Even as he argued that it was wrong, Gary watched her mounting excitement and couldn't control himself. He became the aggressor, finding surprising strength in his tiny feminine body to force himself on her. Again and again, he screamed his love for Trish as he came, and she once more pumped him full of her seed. Gary only let Trish make a quick dinner; he was showing himself to be insatiable in his hot little body. And Trish was showing great stamina herself, taking him again and again. Their shower took three full tries to complete. They lay in bed together, with Gary curled up behind Trish. His hand draped around her, caressing her boob, while he pressed his mounds up against her back. He was content, even if confused sexually. He heard her breathing slow, and Gary realized that Trish was asleep. He thought long and hard. Was it really so weird, what they'd done? He remembered being mildly curious once or twice, and that hadn't seemed wrong. And Trish was married to him, so it wasn't like he was getting dorked by another guy. Gary rolled over as he decided that it really wasn't too bad. He awoke suddenly, feeling Trish curled up behind him. And what was more, he could feel her thing pressing against his back, large and firm and aroused. Gary lay still, wondering what Trish was going to do, whether she was awake or not, whether Trish wanted more sex. Trish answered his question quickly. Her hand moved expertly on his nipples, and the wonderful tingly feeling grew. He felt her moving against his back, massaging her dick, its fullness pressing eagerly against him. Then she moved it, and he could feel it moving between his legs. Despite being tired, Gary's leg lifted on its own, exposing his moistening crotch. He felt Trish's rod rubbing against it, sliding easily against the wet lips of his pussy. Her hand moved down from his jugs, quickly finding his box and, more importantly, his clit. He began to moan softly as he felt the excitement building. And then, Trish slid into him even as she continued touching his clit. The combination of the two threw him instantly into a passionate, orgasmic burst. He felt his pussy massaging her as she drove repeatedly inside him. It only took moments before Trish, too, was having an orgasm. They lay still afterward, on their backs, Gary's head on Trish's arm. "You're getting pretty good," Gary admitted to Trish. Trish's smile was almost audible. "You're a pretty hot little number yourself," she said. "I can't control myself around you." Gary sighed contentedly. "I could get used to making love like this." He felt Trish stiffen. "As long as it was with you," he added hastily. Trish smiled, but had Gary been able to see her face, he would have noted that she was alarmed. At least a bit. "Would you rather do it the regular way, or this way?" she asked cautiously. Gary sighed again. "Either," he said quickly. "I guess there are advantages to each." Trish smiled. "You want to say which is better, or not?" His silence answered the question. "I'm glad we got a chance to try it out," she said. "You know, the one thing I'd really like to experience is...." Gary waited for her to finish, but she didn't. "Is what?" he asked. Trish turned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I wonder what a blow job feels like?" she asked. "No!" Gary's rejection of that idea was swift and final. "No way." The line was firm, and Trish realized she wasn't going to convince him. "Okay," she said. "I think I know how to deal with that." She started to slip out of bed. "Where...where are you going?" Gary asked quickly. He knew she was upset, because she'd done him orally. Trish's grin was loud. "You'll see." She padded out of the room. In the living room, a tiny light turned on, and Gary started to wonder. He heard something, then after a long pause, the light turned out again. Trish glided back into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. "So, what's going on?" Gary asked, his curiosity piqued. Trish flipped on the light, and Gary gasped. She still had a dick, but now, it was incredibly long. Trish settled back into bed, sitting against the headboard. She began to stroke herself, and the dick responded by getting larger and longer. It grew and grew, seeming to go on forever, and as it grew, Trish guided it between her tits. Finally, it stopped, and Trish grinned at Gary. Then she lowered her head and began to kiss and lick the tip. Within seconds, she had the tip entirely within her mouth, and with eyes wide, she began to bob her head up and down, giving herself the blow job that Gary wouldn't give. Her tits bounced, and she pressed them together around her dick, adding to her pleasure. Gary watched this incredible spectacle, and he started feeling aroused. His hand slipped down to his crotch and began to touch his clit as he watched Trish getting herself off. He felt the heat within him growing, and the more excited Trish got, the hotter he felt. Then she stiffened, and with eyes nearly bulging from their sockets, she frantically stroked her dick as it pulsed, shooting its hot load into her own mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but some escaped and dripped onto her tits. Gary lay awake, watching Trish as she slept, a contented smile on her face. He was frustrated; though he'd brought himself to multiple orgasms after watching Trish suck herself, he still, somehow, felt a little unsatisfied. He was really enjoying having the woman's sex, but seeing Trish give herself a blowjob made him jealous. He wanted one, too! But at the same time, it was too much fun to have her inside him! He was torn in what he really wanted. Finally, Gary got up and padded to the living room. It took a bit of doing, but he finally managed to get the display to suit what was on his mind. Then, with a final shiver of nerves, he stepped into the box. Trish woke up, feeling the bed shaking a big. The kitchen light was on, and a dim glow lit the bedroom. Slowly, her eyes began to focus. She sat up, and her mouth dropped in shock. "Gary!" she cried. Gary had been sitting on the bed, his head bent forward. Now, his head snapped up, and his face registered his surprise at her awakening. His face turned crimson. Trish's mouth hung open for the longest time. He was still in the stripper body, and if anything, his tits were even larger. What was surprising to her, however, was that, rising from between his legs and nestled between his tits was a huge penis, easily the same size as the one Trish had. And from the look on Gary's face, it was obvious that he'd been doing to himself - giving himself a titty fuck. A tear was welling in the corner of Gary's eye; he was beyond embarrassment at being caught. And then Trish's jaw dropped even further. Gary's legs were spread, and she saw that one of his hands was in his crotch, his fingers lost - within him! "You've got...both?" she asked, incredulously. She saw now how his balls were a little higher, and further apart than hers, making room for the lips and vagina that he had been playing with. Gary's tears were flowing, so humiliated was he that he'd been caught with these bizarre changes. In answer, though, Trish smiled, then scooted beside him. "We did agree we'd experiment," she said soothingly. Then she got a grin, and she started to feel the heat in her crotch. "I've got an idea," she said wickedly. Trish pushed Gary to his side, then she began to touch his rod, slowly restoring the arousal that her surprise awakening had swept away. Under her touch, Gary's crotch got hot again, and soon he was fully erect. Trish pushed his rod between his boobs, and then she climbed over him. He felt her snuggling behind her, and as she pulled herself close, she slid her firm dick between his legs, prying at the opening under his own rod. He gasped in surprise as Trish slid into him, stretching him and filling him so completely. Slowly, Trish began to pump her muscle in and out as her own primal needs began to take control Gary felt the heat stirring within him, and he began to stroke his boobs around his own dick. He felt himself getting even more excited, and as Trish pumped inside his vagina, he glanced down, at the tip of his dick emerging from between his large voluptuous breasts, sliding up and down in time with his hip motions and Trish's thrusts. He felt his own excitement building, the indescribable pleasure of Trish within him as his own long rod was caressed by his warm soft breasts. But something was missing, Gary knew. And as he watched the head of his dick bob between his breasts, he knew what he wanted - the same thing that Trish had had. A blowjob. Some direct oral stimulation to go with the other sensory experiences he was feeling. As he stared at the dick, curiosity began to rise. It was there - just millimeters from satisfaction. If only he just.... What neither Gary nor Trish realized was that the machine had made some slight but telling mental adjustments. The designers had known that, unless the mind were altered to match the physical changes, they would be useless. There were limits, of course - it couldn't make a straight man gay, for example. But it could - and did - heighten desire and curiosity while it lowered inhibitions. When Gary imagined a dream girl, he also had a mental picture of a girl with enhanced desires. Gary, now in that body, had those enhanced desires, including the desire to give oral sex, and with it, a lowered inhibition against it. Gary's head bent forward slowly, tentatively, his sensuous lips parted. Another thrust from Trish sent his own hips forward, and the tip touched his lips. A tiny part of him wanted to recoil in horror, but his curiosity and need were too much, and he marveled at the feel of his own hot lips against his dick. Another thrust, and it slid in more. The feeling on his dick was so wonderful that Gary didn't pull out; instead, with each and every thrust by Trish, the dick slid in further and further, until Gary's full sexy lips were wrapped around the shaft. His head began to bob, moving up and down along the shaft, faster and longer, while his hands held his boobs together around his rod, massaging them and rubbing them around the long firm penis. His mind whirled in ecstasy, his conscious mind subsumed by the primal pleasures he felt, the rising heat within his pussy, the periodic stimulus of Trish's dick plowing into that heat, stimulating his vagina from within, the feeling of his hands caressing his sensitive tits as his own dick slid between his large mammaries, and the sensations of pleasure growing within his dick, the feeling of being massaged between his large breasts and the warmness of his mouth and tongue as he sucked and licked his own dickhead. The sensations combined into an approaching orgasm, and Gary tingled with anticipation. He knew it was going to be a large one, and he trembled, unable to control his legs as the hyper-stimulated nerves overloaded parts of his brain. He tried to lift his head as he felt his vagina starting to contract, as his dick stiffened in preparation for the orgasm. But at that critical moment, Trish thrust within him, and he involuntarily shoved his own dick deeper into his mouth. His dick pulsed and throbbed, and a huge load spurted forth, into a stunned Gary's mouth. He tried to pull away, to lift his head from off his dick, but part of his mind refused to cooperate. The pleasure of warm lips wrapped around his dick overwhelmed his fear and loathing; the conflicting urges made him freeze, and Trish's thrusting, coupled with the contractions of his own body and dick, made it seem that he was sliding the erupting penis further into his mouth. Spurt after spurt of his hot load went into his mouth, and finally Gary could do nothing more than to swallow lest he choke. And as his swallowing action sucked on his dick, causing a new surge of pleasure, Gary's mind directed new actions. He began to suck more insistently, adding to the intensity of his orgasms. With his vagina contracting against Trish's large rod and his own penis exploding, the sensory experience overloaded Gary's mind. Even as his dick slipped from his mouth, still squirting hot cum on his face and chest, Gary passed out. He came to, lying on his back, his still-firm dick nestled between his tits and oozing cum onto his chest. He felt a wet stickiness around his mouth, and he opened his eyes to see Trish staring down at him with concern on her face. Gary felt a grin even as his cheeks burned from shame at what he'd done. "Wow!" he finally said softly. Trish smiled. "I was worried for a bit." She glanced down, then grinned. "That must have been some orgasm," she said, awe and jealousy in her voice. Gary tried to sit up and failed. His muscles were still weak as his jangled nerves tried to sort themselves out. The motion set off a brief aftershock; Gary's eyes closed and his body trembled. He opened his eyes. "Yeah," he admitted between gasps of breath. "And you..." Trish glanced knowingly at the mess on his face and chest. Gary burned, his cheeks turning bright red. He looked down, away from Trish. "I...I couldn't help myself. It...looked so...so...," he trembled as he thought of the sensations, "inviting." Trish reached and turned his head toward her. "Was it good?" she asked simply. Gary felt the shudder as he thought of the pleasure. "Uh huh," he admitted. "It was...fantastic!" Trish looked a bit hurt, as if she'd missed out on something. "I'm glad," she said, but her voice betrayed a bit of sadness. Gary managed to sit up. "So do you want a turn?" he asked. Trish's eyes lit up, and Gary levered himself from the bed. They went back to the box, and Gary designed some modifications to Trish. He made her boobs bigger, then added a snatch under her long dick. When she emerged, he grinned and felt his body starting to respond, getting excited at the prospect of doing to Trish what she'd done to him. Trish felt her crotch, feeling the box under her still-firm dick. She trembled as her finger slid into the pussy, the familiar-yet-strange feelings causing her to shiver with delight. She felt the heat within her building, causing her dick to stiffen while her snatch heated up, moisture starting to lubricate her love hole. Gary led her back to their bed, and he sat her down, carefully nestling her huge dick between her tits. He began to touch her crotch, marveling at how quickly she'd become fully aroused. Her hips moved, causing her dick to bob in her cleavage, tantalizingly close to her own lips. Gary grinned to himself, knowing the experience she was about to receive. He pushed her to her back, then rolled her on her side. With one hand, he lifted her leg, exposing the slit in her crotch. Gary crawled behind her, his boobs pressing against her back, his long dick sliding between her thighs. He nestled closer, his dick now rubbing along her crotch. Her breathing began to get ragged as she felt the heat rising within her. Gary pulled back, and with his lust tempered by a bit of caution, he guided the tip of his long member toward her waiting slit. Slowly, carefully, he slid it inside her, feeling new shivers of delight as her warm wetness and her tight box stimulated his organ. Further and further he inserted his rod, causing Trish to quiver with excitement. She began to move her hips, pushing herself down onto his dick, eager to get more and more of the huge meat within her. For Gary had imagined her with a snatch deep enough to take the full length of his rod, and the machine had dutifully complied. He ground his crotch against her bottom as his erection pressed deeply within her. Trish went wild. One of Gary's mental images came into play; he'd imagined a very sensitive pussy on Trish, one that was as sensitive within as her clit had been. She pumped her hips frantically, rubbing herself up and down on his large shaft. His own pleasure began to build, while her head slowly lowered to her own dick. As Gary thrust and Trish pumped, her head bobbed up and down on her dick. More and more insistent were Trish's motions, and Gary felt her body trembling with the approaching orgasm. Finally, it hit her, and her entire body was wracked by spasms as the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt overtook her. Her dick squirted furiously into her mouth, then all over her face and neck as her head lolled back. Her pussy contracted around Gary's dick as if it were desperately milking him, the rippling muscles sending waves of joyous sensations through his erect muscle. His own thrusts became more purposeful, and with one final push, his dick began to squirt its load, while his own pussy pulsed inside him. Gary and