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If you want to know where the rest of my stories are archived, nearly all of them are at www.fictionmania.tv I should warn you, ladycyrrh (who was a reviewer way back on assm; this preface has become rather dated) labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned. Turnabout is Fair Play by Ed Miller "Come on, honey, it'd be good for us," James said. "No way," replied Linda. "I don't care what kind of perverted fantasies you've got. I'm not doing ANYTHING with another girl." This conversation was taking place between the married couple at the kitchen table, during dinner, but it had been repeated many times, in many locations, ad nauseum. "Linda, it's not perverted if everybody thinks about it. That's what makes something NORMAL. Every guy wants to see his wife with another woman." "And every wife says no. I don't know why you keep this up. I'm telling you, it's not going to happen." That ended the discussion that night. Both James and Linda went back to their meal and forgot about the argument; as I said, it was far from the first time they'd talked about it. But a few weeks later, something happened to break the subject out of the holding pattern it had been in for the five years they had been married. James was filling up his car at a gas station when he noticed a red Lexus pulling up to the next pump. He waved as he recognized the driver. "Hey, Tony," James called. "How's it going, James?" Tony asked. "Long time no see." "Don't blame me. You're the one that's working late all the time." "Yeah, sorry I had to cancel on that poker night the other week. I had a client that needed his hand held while he made up his mind." "No big deal, you'll make it next time. What's been going on?" "Not much with me, but I heard something about Linda's office you might like to know." "Yeah, what's that?" "Well, I've got the account for her company, and I heard Diane Sward started working there." "Who's that? The name rings a bell." "Come on, man! Diane! The chick we all wanted to bang in high school!" "Oh my god! THAT Diane? Didn't she go on to college and..." "Yep. We found out that the reason none of us got anywhere was because she wasn't interested in guys." That ended the conversation as far as James was concerned. He excused himself, paid for his gas, and drove home. And at dinner that night he broached the subject to Linda again, but slightly more tactfully. "So, I hear you've got somebody new in your office," he began. "Oh!" Linda said, swallowing a mouthful of food. "I forgot to mention her! You wouldn't believe it honey, this girl is gorgeous." "You're not so bad yourself. What's her name?" "Diane something. Sward?" Linda answered as she went back to her meal. "Diane Sward?" James exclaimed, feigning surprise. "You're kidding me! I went to high school with her!" "You're kidding?" "No! How's she doing?" "Well, I only really introduced myself. We didn't say too much, but she was very friendly." "I'm not surprised," James said with a grin. "She'd certainly be friendly to you. Diane is kind of, you know..." "What do you mean?" "She's, you know, into girls." "You're kidding me! I always thought lesbians were, you know..." She broke off and looked away, blushing. "Ugly?" "I guess," Linda said. She looked up and met James' eyes, still red-faced. "At least, that's what I was always picturing when you brought the idea up. But a girl like Diane..." James couldn't believe his luck. "You mean, with a girl like her, you'd be willing to..." "Well, aren't you the one who's been saying it would be good for us?" Linda replied, sporting her own grin now. The logistics were difficult, but you should never underestimate the power of a man who actually sees a way of convincing his wife to join in a three-way. In a week, Linda had stricken up a conversation with Diane, 'discovered' that she had gone to school with her husband, and invited her for dinner. In the course of dinner, the conversation ranged over a variety of subjects. Linda seemed somewhat uncomfortable now that the plan was coming to a head, but James did his best to keep the conversation flirtatious. To his surprise, he found that Diane seemed to be responding to his own attempts at flirtation, and trying to involve his wife in her own. After dinner and the consumption of two and a half bottles of wine, Diane excused herself to use the bathroom. As soon as she was gone, Linda turned to James. "Honey, I don't know if I can do this. What am I supposed to do? Ask her if she wants to have sex?" "No, no," James replied in a low voice. "Just, you know, put your arms around her. She wants you, Linda." "I don't know..." "Sure she does! Haven't you seen the way she's been looking at you?" "I don't think..." "Come on, honey. Please!" The argument was cut short by the sound of a door opening, and Diane returned to the dining room. As she sat down in her place, Linda shot James a questioning glance. He nodded emphatically. Linda rose from her chair, reluctantly, and came around the table to Diane. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Diane and bent down to kiss her neck. Diane closed her eyes and bent her head back, making to attempt to stop her. James let out a silent sigh of relief as he rose from his chair. Walking to Diane's seat, he lifted her chin in his hand. She opened her eyes to look him in the face. "I thought this was what you two had in mind," Diane said softly. "And you don't mind?" James asked. "No, I was hoping this was it," she responded, closing her eyes again as Linda continued to kiss her neck. Taking Diane by the hand, James led both women upstairs to the bedroom. As they walked, all three were divesting themselves of their clothing. By the time they reached the bedroom, both girls were down to their bras and panties, and James could compare them more accurately than when they had been clothed. Looking from one to the other, James marveled at his luck again. Both were gorgeous, but they were completely different. Linda had curly blonde hair that reached just past her shoulders, while Diane's straight brown hair fell halfway down her back. Linda was slim and stood about five foot five inches, while Diane was voluptuous and tall for a woman at five-nine. James knew his wife's breasts were a C-cup, so Diane's must be a D or even a DD. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Diane asked the couple. "Yes," James said immediately, and looked at Linda. "Me too," Linda said, more quietly. But James thought he saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes. Having committed themselves, the girls removed the last of their clothing at the same time, watching each other. James pushed down his boxers as he watched his wife's patch of blonde pubic hair come into view, but his attention was immediately drawn to Diane's crotch. She had a smooth shaven pussy, without any stubble or a hint of hair. James' cock sprung to a full erection as soon as he saw it, and his didn't react much slower. As soon as both girls were naked, she was on Diane, kissing her as she fondled her breasts and ass. James just watched the two girls making out as they moved towards the bed. As they settled onto the bed, Linda's kisses trailed down from Diane's mouth. She lingered on the breasts, kissing her erect nipples, before moving down to the crotch. Diane spread her legs to give better access as Linda's tongue parted the folds of her cunt and slipped inside. James moved behind his wife and slipped his dick into her pussy. He couldn't believe how hot and wet she was; usually he had to work on her for ten minutes to get her this horny. But he wasn't complaining as he watched his wife, looking over her shoulder to see her licking another woman's cunt. It's understandable, as this was the fulfillment of his fantasy, that James didn't last very long. It only took a couple of minutes of pumping his wife from behind before he shot his load up into her. Diane came a moment later, moaning and grinding her pelvis into Linda's face as she orgasmed. James found himself hard again almost immediately, a feat he hadn't been able to accomplish since turning twenty. As Linda moved away from Diane, he took her place, sliding his cock into her well-lubricated pussy. Diane moaned again as she felt her cunt filled with cock. Linda moved up on the bed to play with Diane's round breasts as James fucked her. It only took a few minutes before James came again, for the first time in five years shooting his load into a pussy other than his wife's. He collapsed onto the bed beside Diane, limp and satiated. He had never felt so tired, but so satisfied, in his life. Looking up, James noticed that Diane was no longer lying next to him. Linda had taken her place, and Diane's head was between Linda's legs, frantically tonguing her clit. Linda was begging for more as she pressed Diane's head against her pussy. Exhausted, James just watched. He kept watching a long time. The next day for James was a fog of pleasure and disbelief. He couldn't believe what he'd done the night before and, though he went through his normal duties at the office, his thoughts were elsewhere the entire time, focused on the fact that he had finally done what every man wants to more than life itself. Two girls at the same time. It wasn't until he got home that something took the wind out of James' sails. He came through the door and bounded up the stairs to the bedroom. Opening the door, he was surprised at what he saw. He was looking over the naked form of Diane, and Linda was crouching between her legs, her face buried in Diane's bald snatch. As she looked up in surprise, James could see the dildo buried in his wife's newly shaven pussy. "Sorry, honey," she explained. "We couldn't wait for you." James eagerly took part in the festivities that night, but in the back of his mind he was troubled. And over the days and weeks that followed, his uneasiness grew. It didn't happen every day, but the scene repeated itself. Repeatedly, James would come home from work to find his wife in bed with another woman. And not always Diane; more than once, James entered his bedroom to find a strange face between his wife's legs, and a strange tongue buried in her pussy. At first he joined in eagerly, and then he shrugged it off, but after a month he began to worry seriously. James' weekend excursions of bar hopping with Tony reflected this. After the first time that Linda had given in to her lesbian desires, they went from bar to bar celebrating and James came home smashed at three in the morning (incidentally, he found Linda and Diane asleep in each other's arms.) Two weeks later, they were drinking in a dive while James complained about his wife's insatiable appetite for pussy. "So what's the big deal?" Tony asked. "I would have thought you'd be happy Linda's stretching her boundaries a bit." "Stretching boundaries is one thing," James answered in slurred speech. "But ignoring me for other girls is another. I've got a set of blue balls like you wouldn't believe. What the hell did I get married for if I can't get laid?" "Hey, look at it this way. You like pussy. Now, she likes pussy too. You've got something in common." Back at home, the old recurring argument in which James tried to convince Linda to give women a try was replaced by a new discussion. One in which he tried to convince her to give women up. "What's going on, honey?" he asked in one of these exchanges. It had been more than a month since he had first convinced her to try something new. "What do you mean?" "I mean, are you gay now? All you do is sleep with women. Do you know that it's been a week and a half since we've had sex?" "Really?" she responded dreamily. "Yes!" he said, sliding towards a shout. "But you're too busy munching carpet to notice that our marriage is going down the tubes. This was not what I wanted, Linda!" "I know, I know, but it just feels so good. I try to stop, but then I see some girl and I just can't help myself. It's like I've had this bottled up inside of me for years and now it's just all coming out." "Linda, are you gay now? Are you a Lesbian?" "I don't know..." she said, covering her face with her hands. "Come on, it's not a tough question. Do you want to have sex with men, or with girls?" She looked up at him with tears streaming from her eyes. "Linda," he said, much more quietly, "are you a lesbian?" "I don't know. Maybe," she admitted. "Maybe I am." And that was all that was said on the subject for a matter of weeks. James went on living in the hell that he had created for himself, and Linda went on picking up girls. She couldn't help herself. And James couldn't help himself either. He knew that what he should do was leave, but he didn't seem to be able. He wanted to stay with Linda, and she wanted to stay with him, but neither could deal with the situation. It might have been possible if she had had any sexual desire for him, but when she started sleeping with girls, all her desire for men seemed to have dried up. James was a wreck, haggard from sleeping on the couch and obsessing over his newly lesbian wife when she came to him with her idea. "Listen, honey," she said. "I have a friend who might be able to help us." "What, a psychologist?" James asked. "Not exactly. I just want you to go along with me and listen to her. I won't make you do anything you don't agree to." James nodded a weary assent, and they drove to meet Linda's friend. The nondescript, warehouse-like building in the city that was their destination was not what James was expecting. Linda's friend turned out to be a beautiful woman named Tiffany. She was about Linda's height with long blonde hair and even more well-endowed than Diane. James found himself wondering jealously if she'd slept with his wife. "So, James, Linda's told me about your little problem, and I think I have a solution." "What is it?" James asked, perking up for the first time in a month. "These," she said, holding out a large bottle of pills. "Are they for Linda? What do they do?" "They're not for Linda, James, they're for you. They'll make you more, shall we say 'palatable,' for Linda's new tastes." "You mean they're hormones?" he asked. "I'm not taking female hormones. No way." "These aren't hormones. I couldn't actually explain to you what they are, but they're far more advanced than hormones, or anything else you'd find elsewhere. I'm just offering them to you as a favor to Linda." "Please, honey," Linda begged. "Please. We need to do something. Just think about it." James grudgingly accepted the bottle, and Tiffany ushered the couple out. James got the distinct impression that she was concentrating on something else, and had only given them half her attention. On the way home, he questioned Linda. "Oh, she's just preoccupied with her work," Linda replied. "She's actually a very accomplished biochemist." "So I gathered," James replied. "But what about these things?" he asked, contemplating the pills. "Please, honey," Linda begged, looking at him. "I want to stay with you. And we need this." James was at the end of his rope. His life had fallen apart around him, and he didn't know what to do. It was the fact that she had said she wanted to stay with him that made up his mind. He wanted to stay with her too, and at that point he was willing to try anything. It certainly helped that he didn't actually believe that the pills would work. That Tiffany was probably just some kind of crackpot. "Okay," he said. "We'll try it." And they did. James followed the directions on the bottle (there was a printed label, almost like a real prescription) and took a pill a day. That was the only change in his routine; he continued to come home to find Linda in bed with girls. Each time, she got a pained look on her face, and he knew she really didn't want to do this to him, but she really couldn't help herself. After a couple days, James still didn't see any effects. He just shrugged, thinking to himself that he really hadn't expected anything. But to his surprise he found that he was slightly disappointed. For the last few days he had started to have some hope, even though it was a far-fetched one. Now he was once again hopeless. That Friday James came home late. Without even sticking his head in the bedroom, he could hear the bedsprings squeaking and two female voices moaning in orgasm. He called Tony and headed for the bar. The night at the bar was a repeat of the last few weeks, except for one event. After commiserating with James for nearly an hour, Tony stopped suddenly. "Hey, are you all right, man?" he asked James. "Well, other than the usual shit. Why?" "I don't know, you just look... different." For the rest of the night, James wondered what his friend could have meant. Were Tiffany's pills working after all? He actually left the bar early and went home to check. Once locked in the bathroom at home, James stripped naked and looked at himself in the mirror. Did he look any different? Looking closely, he didn't appear to look any different but... maybe... could it be that he was shorter? Standing with his back against the doorjamb, he used his thumbnail to make a mark in the paint. After running for a tape measure, he measured it. Six feet two inches from the ground. James took out his driver's license. His height was listed as six-three. But that could be a mistake. Or a coincidence. It wasn't definite, he told himself. But he was surprised to find that the possibility of it being real didn't really bother him. James kept taking a pill a day, and Linda kept bringing home girls. By Wednesday, though, James was pretty sure the pills were working. There was a pencil line on the doorjamb a half-inch lower than the mark he'd made, and he had a sensitive, swollen area underneath each of his nipples. By the weekend, he was six feet one inch tall, and his chest was noticeably swollen. He pointed it out to Linda. "Mmm, good!" she exclaimed. "I like tits! I can't wait until you have a set for me to play with." "Linda!" he yelped, surprised. But later on he wondered why. Wasn't that why he was taking the pills? To make Linda want him again? James wondered if he should stop. But he didn't really know what else to do. Maybe this wasn't what he would have chosen, but he had to try to go through with it for Linda's sake. Maybe it was weird, but at least he was doing something. At least he was working towards some kind of solution. The time before they had gone to see Tiffany, when it seemed like there was no way out and nothing he could do, was something that he didn't feel like he could go back to. During the third week he was on the pills, James started to draw attention from his co-workers at the office. He was five feet eleven inches tall by the end of the week, and a four-inch drop in height isn't something that can be hidden. The swelling on his chest wasn't quite so obvious, but there was no way he could hide the fact that there was something going on. Nobody at the office would talk to him; they just stared at him when they thought he wasn't looking. By the weekend, James had nearly made up his mind to stop taking the pills. But when he came home on Friday, Linda met him at the door. She stripped off his shirt and started licking his nipples. James found himself moaning in pleasure as his nipples hardened in her mouth. "Yesss... nice! A set of nice budding breasts for me to play with!" his wife moaned as she fondled his chest. Looking down, James had to admit that she was right. He could no longer describe that as a swollen chest; he was definitely growing titties. It wasn't just the size of his breasts that made them look so female; it was that they were shaped differently than a swollen chest would be. They felt like breast tissue. And his nipples had swollen up and changed. His areolas were larger, and the nipples themselves had grown fatter and longer. More feminine-looking. And they felt so good as Linda tongued and licked them, rubbing the roughness of her tongue against his rock-hard nipples, that he couldn't help but come. James filled his boxers with cum without touching his dick. "Pretty soon, you'll be needing a bra," Linda said as she left him to clean himself. After an experience like that, James couldn't bring himself to give up his pills. But it wasn't easy to get through the week at work. People stared openly at him now, and the constant whispering didn't stop. James knew why. He examined himself daily, and each day he found more changes. His breasts were swelling up larger on his chest, and his hips were noticeably wider. He was starting to have a more girlish figure. When he walked around the office (or anywhere else for that matter) he could feel his hips swaying and his breasts jiggling on his chest. His nipples continued to grow larger and become more prominent. The wrinkles were disappearing from his face, and he was starting to look younger as well as more androgynous. He realized on Thursday that he hadn't shaven since Sunday, but there was no sign of stubble on his face. On closer inspection, he realized that most of the hair on his body had fallen out. But the hair on his head was making up for the rest. It had to be an inch longer than it had been a week before. And was it a little lighter? On Friday, his boss called him in the office. Settling into a chair, James could feel his breasts shifting under his shirt. "Listen, James, what's going on here? You've got the whole office talking about you." James didn't answer. "I said, what's going on with you James? Is there some medical problem that I need to know about?" "No medical problems," James replied. "I feel fine." His boss, at a loss as to how to deal with the problem when James refused to acknowledge it, let him off with a warning that he had better be less disruptive in the future. He was worried about this, until he got home to Linda. "Looking good," she said, as she dragged him into the bedroom. "Looking very good." After another episode of breast play, and after Linda passed out, James walked naked to the bathroom to examine himself again. He was five feet seven inches tall. Only two inches taller than Linda. His breasts were very noticeable now, and his hips had grown wide enough to give him a distinctly feminine figure. His body hair had disappeared completely everywhere but in his crotch, and even his pubic hair had thinned considerably. That made it easier to notice that his cock had shrunk. It was only five inches long when erect now, much smaller than the seven-inch hard-ons he had used to have. When he left for work Monday morning, James was wearing a bra that Linda had provided for him. The tag said it was a size 36B. The stares James endured were even more amazed throughout the week. With his jutting breasts, shoulder-length hair, and curvy figure, he appeared to be a woman. And a sexy one. His face was feminine and attractive, but there was just enough left of the old James for his co-workers to be sure it was him, and not some strange practical joke. His nipples were almost always erect now, and they were clearly visible through his shirts. It wasn't too hard to notice his bras, either. James noticed that the disgust in some of the stares he was getting from his co-workers began to be mixed with lust. And he was amazed to find that it turned him on to be found attractive as a woman. On Friday, his boss called him into the office again. He had been expecting it. "James, in light of the disruption you've caused over recent weeks, I'm going to have to ask that you take a leave of absence." "Fine," James replied. He felt disconnected, floating. Nothing seemed real. Nothing, that is, except for the sex he was having with Linda. She still wouldn't touch his dick, but nothing else remained on his body that was recognizably male. Once she coaxed him into a pair of her panties, it was easy to believe that he was a beautiful girl. The skin of his face had gotten younger looking and smoother, while his breasts expanded on his shrinking chest until he could fit into Linda's 32C bras. For Linda, when he went down on her pussy, it was just like having sex with a girl. For James, examining himself in the bathroom mirror, it was almost like BEING a girl. His hair was past his shoulders now, and definitely blonde. He was five foot five inches tall now, short enough to look Linda in the eye. His breasts were as big as hers, so he could borrow her bras now, but her nipples weren't as emphatic as his were, stiffened and pointing through the bra. His wife's panties felt more natural on his wide hips than his boxers did. Turning around, he examined his rounded, female ass in the mirror as he ran his hands over it. It was perfect, succulent. An ass that would drive men crazy with desire, and women with jealousy. On his wife, it probably had both effects. He couldn't believe what a sexy girl he was turning into. And he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it. James spent the week lounging around the house in his wife's clothes. Since he didn't have to go to work any more, he spent most of his time examining his body for changes and masturbating. He couldn't believe how horny he was now, and he spent most of his days rubbing his tiny three-inch cock with one hand while he fondled his tits with the other. The changes seemed to be speeding up now, and it turned him on to realize that he was becoming more female every day. Each day, he looked at his breasts, wanting them to get even bigger. He had long since abandoned himself to the amazing sensations and experiences of appearing female. He loved to walk around with his breasts practically falling out of a low-cut shirt. With every step, his titties jiggled in his bra. His ass swayed as he walked in an enticement for sex. He loved the fact that he now had bigger tits than his wife. By the end of the week, his breasts had grown to an E cup, and he was five feet, three inches tall. He had shrunken a whole foot, and now he had to look up at Linda, who he had formerly towered over. But when he considered that she seemed to have given up other women in the past few weeks, and was sleeping only with him, he knew that it was worth it. By the end of the seventh week, James was unrecognizable. He looked like an eighteen-year-old girl. His chest was adorned by a huge set of G-cup breasts, he was only five feet one inch tall, and he was ecstatic. He had never seen a girl as desirable as he was now. His huge breasts jutted out in front of him, shuddering every time he moved. They felt like giant warm molds of Jello on his chest, except that he could feel them. His tight, rounded ass stretched clothes to the limit. It was an advertisement for sex, an enticement to rape. Linda couldn't keep her hands off of him. Every time she saw him she threw him down (it was easy, now that he was so much smaller than her) and licked his entire body until he came. His one-inch hard-on wasn't very noticeable through his panties even when he got hard, so it didn't detract from her enjoyment at all. And James didn't need his dick touched to cum. The feeling of Linda's tongue sliding across his oversized nipples, leaving a trail of saliva that felt cold against the stiffened points on his titties, was enough to set him off like a rocket. He had never felt anything so satisfying before. And on Sunday, James woke up to a surprise that he knew Linda would love. As he awoke, his crotch felt strange, so he slipped his hand down between his legs to investigate. To his astonishment, he felt his finger slide INSIDE of him. Pulling his panties down, James discovered to his surprise and joy that he now had a smooth, hairless pussy. He was fully female. Linda couldn't have been more pleased to find that her husband was now her wife, and James spent most of the day on his back with his wife's head between his legs, licking his clit and tonguing his pussy. Again and again she ate him out, licking at his new pussy and sliding her tongue all over his hairless folds. It felt so strange to have a cunt between his legs instead of a cock, but James' new pussy was more sensitive than his penis had ever been. Linda's lips on his clit had him coming harder and more often than he ever had from a blowjob. By the end of the day, he was thanking god and Tiffany for giving him the cunt that was giving him so much pleasure. Sunday wasn't a day of rest; it was a day of sex. James and Linda spent the day in every sexual act they could think of. Her head was buried between his legs for most of the day, and more than once he returned the favor, licking her pussy until she came. They spent a good hour after lunchtime eating each other out in a sixty-nine, with one, then the other screaming out an orgasm. Their appetites for sex were unlimited. Late in the afternoon, Linda broke out the dildos, and they fucked each other with plastic cock, two lesbian lovers who were crazed for penetration. James had never had such an intense climax as when Linda planted her pussy on his face and slid an eight-inch vibrator into his pussy and a smaller one into his ass. For the next few weeks, James enjoyed being a girl. He never left the house. Instead, he became a sort of housewife to Linda. She was fine with that, so long as she could keep having sex with him. James had turned into her fantasy girl; the results had been much better than she had expected. And the sex was better than anything either of them had anticipated. They did everything two women can do together, and enjoyed it all. James found it particularly pleasurable when Linda would fuck him with one of their enormous dildos. "Mmm," she said one night while she was fondling James' huge breasts, "I love your body. You're so tiny, everywhere but your chest." James just moaned in response. "Do you like being so tiny? Do you like being a little girl with giant titties? Do you know what it does to me to see you like this, and to know that you made yourself into this when you used to be a big, strong man?" "Mmmm... yes," James moaned. "I like it. I like being a girl." As he was making this admission, Linda was sliding her hand down to his crotch, fingering the folds of his hairless cunt. "I like it that you look like a little teenager. Maybe I'm perverted, but it turns me on that you've turned into a little teenage lesbian. What do you think of that?" "I love it! Finger my little teenage pussy!" James moaned. "Do you like having a pussy between your legs instead of a cock?" she asked as she slipped a finger inside of him. "Do you like it that you can be fucked now?" "Yes! I love having a pussy. I love my pussy." "What about your tits? Do you love your big tits?" she asked as she pinched a nipple. "Yes! I love my pussy! I love my titties! I don't want my cock back, I just want you to feel me up! Feel me UP! And fuck me! Fuck my little pussy!" Linda did her best to satisfy him, filling James' pussy with a huge dildo. It was ten inches long, and James' favorite. He loved to feel it filling his pussy until it felt like he was going to burst, and then stroking in and out of him like a piston. It never took long for him to cum. After a few weeks of lesbian bliss, James was washing dishes one day while Linda was at work. He heard an unexpected knock at the door. Opening it, he saw his friend Tony. "Is James around?" Tony asked. "Uhh, he's not here right now," James said. He was amazed that his friend couldn't recognize him, but it made sense. He looked nothing like the man he used to be. Tony pushed through the door, looking around the room as if he expected James to be hiding somewhere. "His boss said he had taken a leave of absence. Where else would he be? I haven't seen the guy in more than a month." "I really don't know where he is," James said. "Hey, who are you, anyway?" Tony said, whirling around as if he was noticing James for the first time. "Uh, one of Linda's friends. My name's... Jane." "One of Linda's 'friends,' eh? And you've got no idea where James is?" "No. He just went out." "Well, I'll just wait here until he comes back then." And with that, Tony planted himself on the couch. James wasn't sure what to do. Tony was now a full foot taller than him, and more than a little intimidating to a little girl like James. But the more he looked at Tony, the more James realized that intimidation wasn't all he felt. Tony was the first guy that James had seen since turning completely into a woman, and there was a new emotion that he hadn't expected. Lust. James found himself staring at Tony's crotch. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. His nipples were erect, and his pussy was soaking wet. Without really being aware of what he was doing, he crossed the room, feeling his enormous breasts jiggling as he walked, and knelt in front of Tony. "What are you doing?" Tony asked. But he was soon distracted by the view down the front of James' dress. James pressed his G-cup titties together, making the cleavage even more prominent. It made him even hornier to know how much desire his new body could incite. "Just killing some time until James gets back," James muttered as he unzipped Tony's jeans. "I thought you were a... a..." Tony stuttered. "A lesbian?" James asked as he drew his dress over his head. "I don't think so. Not anymore." As James got rid of his dress, Tony pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs and divested himself of his shirt. His nine-inch cock was revealed, and James knew that he wanted it. He couldn't understand why he had such a desire for dick, but there was no doubt in his mind. James leaned over, feeling his enormous breasts hang from his chest, and slid his wet lips down over Tony's cock. He slid his tongue around the head as he grasped the shaft and began to bob his head up and down in Tony's lap. Tony let out a moan of pleasure at the feeling of his penis being engulfed in James' hot wet mouth. Neither could believe what was happening, but neither wanted it to stop. It didn't take long for Tony to cum, with James' lips stroking his cock. When he did, shooting his load up into James' mouth, James swallowed his cum without hesitation. He loved the salty taste, and he wanted more. "Do you think you can manage another go?" James asked as soon as Tony had relaxed. "With anyone else, I'd say not so soon," Tony replied "But with a body like that as my inspiration..." James blushed, enjoying that his body was such an object of desire. Standing up to give Tony a better view, he bent over to slide his sopping panties down his legs. When he stood up, Tony could see his bald slit for the first time. "You... You don't have any..." "I don't have any hair on my pussy?" James asked. "I know. I like it smooth." With that, he moved to where Tony was still sitting on the couch. Tony's cock had sprung back to full erection at the sight of James' big tits and hairless cunt, and James straddled his lap, grabbing the cock by its base and guiding the head up into his cunt. As he settled down into Tony's lap, he could feel the huge cock sliding up into him, filling his pussy. It was hot and hard inside of him, and he loved it. He started bouncing up and down on Tony's cock, his huge breasts bouncing on his chest. "Oh my God, it feels so good!" James moaned. The big dick slid in and out of his pussy, and James forced himself down onto it harder with every stroke, feeling it impale his cunt each time he slid down its length. Tony's hands found their way to James' chest, and started to fondle his gigantic breasts. Tony was staring at the breasts only inches in front of his face with a mixture of arousal and disbelief. "Yes! Feel me up! Feel my titties!" James shouted. He was being fucked and felt up by a man for the first time in his life, and it was like he had found his purpose. The lesbian sex he had been having with Linda paled beside this. All he wanted to do was be fucked. "Fuck me!" he moaned. "Suck my titties! Feel me up! Fuck my little pussy!" Tony was doing all of that. Putting one of James' giant nipples in his mouth, he reached around behind James, feeling his rounded, female ass as he bucked up and down on the shaft that was filling him. Tony's finger, well-lubricated with pussy juice, slid up into James' ass. "Oh my God! That feels so good!" James shouted. "I love it! Stick your finger up my ass! Stick it farther up my ass! I love it in my ass!" James couldn't take it anymore, and with that he came in the most thunderous, earth-shattering orgasm of his life. He collapsed into Tony's lap while Tony continued to fuck him, continuing until he reached his own orgasm. James could feel the hot cum filling his satisfied pussy, and he knew that he'd never be satisfied with lesbian sex again. As James lay in Tony's lap, feeling the cum dripping out of his pussy, he realized how much pleasure his friend had given him. He didn't want to continue the lie that he had told Tony. He wanted to tell him the truth. "I'm James," he breathed in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "What?" Tony muttered. "I'm James," was the reply. "I don't want to lie to you, Tony. It's me." "How did you know my name?" "I told you. I'm James." "Bullshit. What about... What about...?" Tony gestured at James' body, particularly his tits and hairless pussy. "I know. I know it sounds crazy. But it was Linda. She's got this friend who's some kind of biochemist. I don't know what she gave me. At first I thought it was just hormones, but I was getting shorter, and I don't think hormones can do that. And I KNOW they can't do this," he finished, pointing at his pussy. "So- you didn't have an operation, then?" "No! I just woke up one day, after taking these pills, and I had a cunt." "Wait a second, this is crazy! You're not James. You can't be!" "Tony, remember that trip we took to New Orleans just after we graduated? Remember those girls we met down there and hooked up with?" "Yeah, so what? Lot's of people have heard that story." "Have lot's of people heard that they were actually whores, and we didn't figure it out until afterwards? And we had to max out our credit cards to get back because we'd accidentally spent our airfare on hookers?" "No, I never told anyone that." "Neither did I." Tony was quiet for a long moment before he spoke. "Okay, James, let's go. We'll find this friend of Linda's and find out if she can turn you back into a man. If she can do this to you, she might be able to..." "Wait a second, Tony," James interrupted. "What?" "I LIKE being like this. I LIKE being a girl." "What!?!" "Tony, you wouldn't believe how it feels. I LOVE it! These big tits," James said, hefting the mounds on his chest, "feel better than ANYTHING I ever felt when I was a man. And my pussy... You wouldn't believe it. When I feel something inside of me... Stretching me..." "Stop it, man. You're getting me horny." "What, you mean I'm turning you on my talking about my big, rounded titties? Look how my nipples are all stiff and big! Don't they look suckable?" "James, stop!" Tony said. "Stop what? Don't you want me to tell you about my little hairless pussy? When I get horny, my clit gets so hard. Like it is right now, see?" James reached down to spread his pussy lips so that his friend couldn't HELP but see. "And my pussy gets so wet, so slippery. With no hair on it, it gets REALLY slippery. It feels so good to have it touched, to feel something sliding all over my smooth mound." "Come on, James. I know you're a girl and all now, but still..." "Well, I guess you just need some more encouragement," James said as he leaned over Tony's still-naked body, letting his huge titties dangle on either side of his friend's erect cock. James pressed his breasts together, enveloping Tony's dick in warm, pulsating titty-flesh. Tony's penis was still lubricated from the sex they had earlier, and it slid back and forth in the canyon created between James' mountainous tits. James was enjoying his first titty-fuck immensely. "We shouldn't do this..." Tony moaned. "Of course we should," James replied. "You're a man. And I'm a girl. What's wrong with that?" Tony couldn't help himself. His hands moved forwards to cup the giant breasts that were stroking his shaft. It didn't matter that they belonged to his friend James, or that he used to be a man. They were the largest, most arousing breasts he had ever touched in his life. "Oh, yes!" James moaned. "I love that! Feel me up! It feels so good when you feel my titties!" "You really like it? You really like having big tits like that?" Tony asked, astounded. "I love it! It feels so good when you touch them. And I love it the way people look at them, the way they look at me. It's so sexy!" James slid lower, careful to keep Tony's hands on his tits, and engulfed Tony's cock again in his mouth. His slippery lips slid down to the base of Tony's cock in one motion, and he loved the way it felt in his mouth. He slid it in and out of him, fucking his face with Tony's cock. "You like that too? You like sucking dick?" Tony couldn't hide his disbelief. "It's wonderful. I love your dick, it's so hard and slippery. I love to take it in my mouth, to suck it. I love the feeling of your hard dick sliding between my lips, and the smooth feel of your prick when I slide my tongue over it. I can't get enough of it!" James went back to giving Tony a blowjob, and Tony found that he was incapable of speech for a while. Hearing his friend testifying to how much he loved being a big-tittied slut and sucking dick was more arousing than he could explain, and it only took a minute or two of feeling his dick surrounded by James' hot, wet, and very female mouth before he shot his load, filling James' mouth with cum. "Oh my god, I love it! I love your cum! Give me more, I love the taste of it. You wouldn't believe how good it feels when you cum in my mouth, when I've got you so horny, and I'm sucking you so good, that you can't hold back any more and you just shoot all your cum down my throat. You don't know how it feels that I can get you hard, that just by looking at my body you start to get horny, and then I can take your cock between my lips and milk it dry!" Tony's cock hardly even wilted. Hearing his friend confess how much he loved to be a sex object, how much he loved cock, had his dick hard moments after he had shot his load. "Oh, stick your cock in my pussy! I want you to fuck me again!" James begged, and Tony complied. He knew that the girl laying spread-eagled in front of him was his friend James, but it was also a huge-tittied, amazingly attractive, nymphomaniacal slut. He couldn't resist. Tony's cock slid up into James' pussy for the second time. Tony was amazed to realize that he was fucking James, but James' body felt no different than any other girl that Tony had ever fucked. Except that it felt better. James' tits were bigger and firmer, his ass was rounder and more shapely, and his pussy, as it gripped Tony's cock, felt tighter, wetter, and hotter than anything he'd ever felt before. "Oh my God! Yes! Fuck me!" James shouted. "You like it?" Tony asked. "Like it? I love it! I can't get enough of your cock. Stick it in me! Stick it in me harder! I love to feel you filling my pussy. I love my pussy! I love that I can get fucked by hard cocks! This is better than anything I've ever felt before. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy deep!" This time it was James who couldn't hold back, and he found himself orgasming again. Tony felt the pussy enveloping his cock clamp down, squeezing his dick as James moaned and whimpered his way through his orgasm. "Did it feel good?" Tony asked. "It's so different. It's so much better as a girl, the orgasms are so much stronger. When I think about how I'm being fucked, how I've got huge titties on my chest and a bald, wet little pussy between my legs, and there's a big dick in it, in ME, fucking me, it just makes it feel even better, and the orgasm just goes on and on." "Amazing," Tony muttered. "Hey, stop a minute," James said, trying to push Tony off of him. He was so tiny now that he accomplished nothing, but Tony stopped of his own accord. "What is it?" Tony asked, fearing that his friend had finally come to his senses. Twenty minutes earlier he had been hoping for it, but now he had sampled James' very female body again, and he didn't want to give up more of the best sex he had ever had. "I want you in my ass," James begged. Tony wasted no time accommodating his friend, turning James over so that he was crouched on all fours. Tony's dick slid up his asshole with minimum effort, considering how much tighter that hole was than James' pussy. As Tony began to thrust in and out of James' ass, they both began to moan again. "Oh, yes! I love it in my ass! Fuck my ass!" "It's so tight!" Tony grunted. "Your ass feels so good on my cock." "I love it! Fuck me in my ass! Fuck me deeper! Stretch my asshole! Ohh!" It didn't take long for both of them to orgasm again, with Tony coming hard and filling James' back door with an enormous load of cum. They continued to have sex for the remainder of the afternoon, in multiple positions. When Linda got home, she was surprised to find James on his hands and knees again in the middle of the living room, with Tony's dick buried in his asshole. "Sorry, honey," James said sheepishly, "we couldn't wait for you." In the days and weeks that followed, the same scene played itself out again and again, with Tony and with other guys. Nameless guys, men James had picked up and brought home just to get their dicks in him. Linda came home to find her transformed husband being fucked by a man again. He didn't desire her anymore; his only sexual desire was to be fucked. James needed cock like an addiction; it was like crack to him. He couldn't get enough. He tried to stop, tried to be interested in lesbian sex with Linda again, but he couldn't stop thinking about being fucked. All his time was devoted to it; when he didn't have a hard cock buried in one of his holes, all he could think about was where to get one. He just couldn't help himself. Linda felt her life going wrong, and there was nothing she could do about it. Like James had been before, she was upset by her spouse's sudden change in sexual habits, and she couldn't understand why he couldn't control his addiction to dick. She wanted to leave him, but didn't know where else to go, and at the end of the day she was still devoted to James, and their marriage. But she couldn't deal with his new appetites. Linda felt herself spiraling out of control. The situation was intolerable, but there was nothing she could do to change it. She felt herself descending into her own private hell, a torture that she had created. She was at her wit's end one day when James came to her. "Honey," he said, "I've got an idea..." End