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SRU: Shutter Bug By: Island Riter David was in a rush again. Never enough time to finish everything he wanted, let alone everything he needed to do in a day. And the finishing touch on his day was Denise's insistence that the mall was "on his way home" when in fact it added an additional 20 minutes to his drive. "Sometimes Denise really pisses me off. Laying on her fat ass doing nothin' while I take care of everything." he muttered under his breath as he entered the camera store. So lost in thought of his next errand, David nearly walked into the old man wearing a rather tacky looking bathrobe. Suddenly aware of his surroundings, he realized he had accidentally entered a pawnshop instead of the camera shop. "Excuse me." he said turning to leave. "Quite all right David, I realize you need to get to the grocery store for Denise, so I will make this quick." "Wha...? Sorry, have we met?" David asked suddenly feeling very awkward, but unable to place the old man. "Maybe we met at one of my lame company parties?" David thought never registering the elderly gentleman's comment about the grocery store. "No, David we didn't meet at one of your company parties, in fact, we have never met at all." "Okay..." David said uneasily while quickly making his way toward the door. Suddenly David found himself facing the elderly gentleman now standing behind the display counter. "What the hell just happened?" David thought feeling a slight sense of vertigo and a twist of fear deep in his stomach. "While you're here David, I think I have just the thing you need. With your busy schedule you should consider a digital camera. This camera will not only allow save you the time and expense of film developing but it will also capture the 'essence' of the person being photographed." Not hearing anything past being saved a trip to the mall and a reason to leave the creepy shop David quickly responded "How much?" "You're in luck today. This model just went on clearance for $35.00." "$35, that's a third of the price I've seen those things go for." David thought looking around and realizing he couldn't see the exit to the shop. "I'll take it!" "Fine, however I do feel obligated to discuss the 'special' features of this camera." "Aren't the features covered in the manual?" "Well yes, but..." "I'll just read the manual later at home." David promised, again attempting to escape the old man. "Very well, but please note my policy of no refunds/no returns." The shop keeper stated gesturing toward a yellowed paper taped to the cash register. "Thanks again." David said after paying. Startled by the exit suddenly in plain sight, David thought "I would have sworn..." then let the thought trail off. The following weekend, David finally set aside some time to explore his new toy. Sitting down read the instruction manual as promised, his thoughts quickly shifted back to camera. "It's a camera for heaven's sake. I don't particularly care about the 'special features'". Setting the instruction book down, David began tinkering with camera. Before long he thought he had it figured out enough to begin taking some snapshots. Finding Denise lying on the couch in her sweats and an MTV t-shirt that had seen better days, David asked sarcastically "Hard week at the office?" "Are your going to start on me again? We've been over this a million times. You want me to get a job? Fine. I'll get a job. But, you're going to have to hire a housekeeper because I won't do both." This was an old argument he didn't wish to rekindle at the moment. They both knew the only jobs Denise was qualified to do wouldn't pay enough to cover the cost of a housekeeper. However, he still felt justified in thinking that millions of women held a job and cleaned house. He decided instead to drop the argument and take her picture. "What are you doing? Don't take pictures of me when I look like this!" "I'm just testing it out, I won't print any pictures of you that you don't approve." David assured her. These days it was just as easy to say anything to pacify her as it was to argue, at least it saved him from another night on the couch. Besides, she always looked like "this". After wandering around the neighborhood, David had plenty of pictures to upload and test the interface software -- including some babes in bikinis he caught in the nearby park. The software was quite easy to install and use. In minutes he was looking at a picture of Denise lying on the couch. "Boy, I wish her tits were a little bigger -- strike that, a lot bigger." he thought absently scrolling through the remaining pictures. "Like this blonde." David thought admiring the tall girl with overly large breasts digitally captured roller- blading. Suddenly struck with inspiration, David began scanning the web for free morphing software. If he couldn't have a wife in real life with a great bod, he could sure have a picture of one! Disappointed in the selection available for free, he began to exit the photo software when he noticed the menu selections. Why, there was a morphing feature built into the photo software! After checking on Denise's whereabouts, because wouldn't that cause a fight if she walked in on him, he fired up the morphing software. The package even included several photographs you could use! Not finding any images he liked in those provided, David again began surfing the net -- this time, for babes with great bodies. It didn't take long and he had downloaded a dozen or so different pictures of models striking various poses. Deciding upon a fiery redhead in a low-cut black evening gown, David again launched the morphing software. He carefully set the points around the image of the model's body and the computer tightened up the boundaries. After copying the image, he overlaid Denise's body with the cut image. "Man, if Denise really looked like that I'd never let her get out bed!" he thought. "Ahem." Startled, David looked up guiltily. There stood Denise looking resplendent in her low-cut, black evening gown. "David, are you planning on taking me to the Opera dressed like that? I set your tux out, why aren't you ready?" David nearly passed out. Driving downtown, David's mind raced. There were several open questions that he would have to find answers to. Denise's sudden interest in Opera was only a small one. It seemed that reality had shifted itself to fit the changes David had made to Denise's body. For instance: for some reason, all the furniture in the house had changed. The oak table in the kitchen was now solid mahogany. The modest 27" television set that sat in the living room had been replaced with a large screen projection TV. And these weren't the only changes. When Dave went to get dressed, he noticed all of his clothes had changed. Nothing drastic - the same style David liked, only a better quality of everything, including a tuxedo that David had never owned. Dropping the keys to the Lexus into the waiting valet's hand, he escorted Denise inside thinking "Certainly a step up from that old Honda." As the production of Turandot played on, David couldn't keep his eyes (or hands) off of Denise. Everything about her body was different, longer legs, more shapely bottom, much larger bust line. Everything! And the best part about David's attentions: Denise was responding! On the way home, Denise reached over to David's lap and starting stroking his crotch. "So, furniture isn't the only thing that has changed!" David mused as he shifted in his seat to better accommodate Denise's attentions. He could definitely get used to this! When they finally made it home, David could stand it no longer. Denise hadn't acted this interested in sex since they were first married six years earlier! She laid naked on the bed patting the empty spot beside her. "Aren't you going to join me baby?" she asked seductively. "Absolutely my love, absolutely..." he whispered fascinated by the contrast of the light brown hair that crowned her head and her soft red pubic hair. Although he was still a bit tired from the night before, having brought Denise to orgasm six times and himself three, David couldn't resist getting up early and reexamining the photo software that was responsible for all these wonderful changes in his life. He hadn't had a night of sex like that since college and had never brought Denise to orgasm more than once during a bout of sex. David examined the menu system, this tool was simply incredible! It seemed much too complex for the average user. He didn't even understand half of the settings and was afraid to touch the half he did understand. The one setting he did change was the "Subjective Distance". The default was set to 10 feet, but he wanted to make sure he could "adjust" Denise's appearance wherever she was, so David changed it to 100 miles before exiting. The night before, David kept expecting Denise to mention the sudden change in her body dimensions or home decor, but she acted as if it had always been this way. Curious as to the extent of the changes, David leafed through a photo album of their wedding. All the pictures showed her as stacked and fit as she was today. "The reality changes must take care of the details." he assured himself "Fucking incredible!" Little did he know the extent of the reality changes. Having had so much success with Denise, David wanted to make some minor adjustments to his own physique. Namely, he wanted a penis more the size he thought he should have been born with. Within minutes, he had downloaded a picture of a guy who looked to be hung to his knees. "This should do just fine." David thought imagining himself with the huge organ. The only thing missing being a picture of himself. Undressing quickly, just in case Denise woke up early, David set the camera timer and posed - completely unaware that Denise was watching from another room. Standing before the bathroom mirror, David admired his new look. His equipment was HUGE! Man, Denise was going to LOVE this! No longer worried she would notice any changes, David strode out to the kitchen surprised to find Denise there already. "Want to cook breakfast with me?" she asked smiling. "If you're on the menu, I hope this is a buffet." he answered smiling back. "Is that so? Well then, why don't we just take care of the tremendous appetite of yours?" Denise asked already feeling the warm anticipation in her panties. David grinned evilly as he pushed the contents of the table to the floor. Setting Denise on the table reveling at the soft curves barely contained beneath her sheer robe, his now tremendous organ begged to be released. Denise scooted to the edge of the table dripping with anticipation. "Come on big boy, fill me up." She murmured softly. As David entered her, Denise immediately knew something was wrong. Gasping with shock and more than a little pain, she felt David pushing something that felt akin to a Volkswagen deep inside her! "What the hell is that kinky son-of-a-bitch doing to me?!?" she thought to herself. As she looked down, she could see the tremendous size of David's organ thrusting in and out of her. "That's ... that's not possible!!!" she told herself "It must be some sort of prosthetic device -- David is simply not that big!" "What's wrong baby?" David gasped sensing Denise didn't seem to be enjoying this experience as much as he was, but never losing his rhythm. "I'm getting close!" Denise's mind was flying. "Something's up here." She thought as David continued to pound the ungodly sized organ into her. "I better play along until I can figure out what's going on." She thought to herself. To David "Nothing lover, just enjoying that huge cock of yours!" Soon Denise felt David's organ grow even larger inside her signaling his impending orgasm. Not entirely acting, she took her cue and began to moan then scream hoping the agony would soon be over. As he came, it felt like he was pumping gallons of cum into Denise now screaming her own orgasm. "Holy shit! I can't believe how incredible that felt! I can't wait to do that again!" he thought, further reassured of his secret. As Denise soaked her sore parts in the tub, she again tried to piece together the strange events that had taken place. Right after David pulled out of her, Denise could tell that his cock size was not artificial. Not only did it deflate after use, she also grabbed it just to make sure. David didn't notice a thing. Being a typical man, he mistook the gesture to be one of a sexual come-on stating "Just give me a few minutes baby, I'll be good to go again!" Thankfully, he passed out on the couch instead. She knew for a fact that he had been of a normal size last night. That had been enjoyable, today had been miserable. How could a man change the size of his penis overnight? And what about that posing nude for the camera. Denise was all for spicing things up in their marriage and had just assumed he was going to plant naked pictures of himself in her briefcase. Now she was having other thoughts. After dressing, Denise wanted to see that picture David had taken of himself. Sitting down at the computer, Denise found and launched the photo software in seconds. A task she had been incapable of just the day before having always considered herself "computer illiterate", but that was the old Denise. Moments later Denise was examining the pictures David had so thoughtfully saved to the local drive never fearing Denise would find them. Perusing the various photographs, Denise noticed one of herself that David had morphed into a fat version of her lying on an old couch in what looked like their living room. "Why would he do that?" she thought puzzled. As she continued to scan through the photos, she found the picture she was looking for. It was David posing naked -- with his penis as she remembered it. What the hell was going on here? Continuing to look through the various pictures, Denise's throat suddenly closed and she began gasping for air. Bile began to rise in the back of her throat as she looked at the picture of the lovely red-haired model wearing an evening dress she recognized as her own. "My God, somehow I think he changed me!" Denise gasped as the pieces began to fit together in her mind. David woke from his nap and stretched, man did he have to piss. After finishing up, David stood admiring himself in the mirror. All those years at the gym have really paid off. If only my dick was a little bigger, I'd be perfect! Well, you can't have everything! Later that afternoon as David was watching the game, Denise came through the door. "Where you been babe?" David asked without turning his attention from the TV. "At the office, I had a few things that I needed to finish up before my staff meeting in the morning." Denise lied. "You work too damn hard, you shouldn't be going in on Sunday. Did you grab any beer on the way home? And hey, what's for dinner?" he asked lifting one cheek letting loose an extraordinarily loud and nauseous smelling fart. Later that night as David snored loudly beside her, Denise finished what he had started. After bringing herself to a climax, she reviewed the events of the afternoon in her mind. Having uninstalled the software at home and reinstalled it on her PC at work, Denise had made a few of her own modifications to David. Not even realizing it, Denise not only had a nicer body, but was quite a bit smarter. After all, not just anyone could be the CIO of an organization. The reality shift had done well by her. Along with her IQ, Denise gained a feel for how computers really functioned. It only took her a few minutes to browse through the photo software and tweak the settings that her husband had been confused by. What David had taken to be a setting for the range of a change, was actually used to set the reaching effects the reality shift had on people's minds. This explained why Denise had not remembered the change to herself, but did remember the change to David. Coming home that afternoon, she immediately noticed the personality changes in David. It had simply never occurred to her that reality would bend other things around a physical change. This brought about a disturbing line of thinking. What had she been like before her change? It didn't matter now. She liked who she was and wasn't about to go back. Unfortunately, she didn't like everything about the "new" David. By giving him that body builder physique, apparently he became more "macho" and was a real pain in the ass now. His "Bring me another beer." and "Where's my dinner?" topped with his never- ending supply of gas, would never do. And to make it worse, tonight's love making session had ended with a I've- got-mine-you- get-yourgasm. "I love his body, but how do I keep it and get a personality out of him? After seven days and nights of beer breath, unkept sexual promises and "I gotta hit the can." Denise had had enough. Dialing into the company VPN and connecting to her office PC, Denise first adjusted the Relative Distance setting. "This is one change I do want him to remember." She thought as she began to put her plan into action. The next morning, David awoke with a searing headache. "Man, I have got to stop drinking so much." He told himself. His bladder nearly bursting, David started to roll out of bed -- and panicked as he realized he hadn't moved. "I ... I can't move!" he nearly screamed. "I must have had stroke or something, I can't feel my body!" But that wasn't quite accurate. He could feel his body. He could feel his arms, his legs, his now screaming bladder. He just couldn't get any of his limbs to respond! Finding he could move his head, he turned to Denise who was so close she seemed to be lying on top of him. "Denise," he tried to say, but nothing came out. Nearly crying now, David realized he was suddenly paralyzed from the neck down -- including his vocal cords! David kept facing Denise hoping she would soon wake. He wasn't disappointed. Moments later Denise's eyes slowly began to open. After blinking a couple of times, Denise turned to face David with a vague look of confusion that was quickly replaced with a more sinister expression. "Good morning lover! Sleep well?" she asked. David could only move his lips in an excited fashion. "Oh, that's right, I forgot, you can't move can you?" she taunted. What the hell was she talking about? How did she know that he couldn't move? What had she done to him? David had never been more scared in his life. His heart sinking, David suspected that Denise had uncovered his little secret. Still facing him, Denise sat up. Miraculously, David sat up at the same time! It was almost as if were a puppet and moved only at the command of the puppeteer's hands. Oddly enough, he could feel everything going on, he just couldn't initiate any actions. "Wait, this is impossible, I feel everything, but I can't move a muscle. What is happening to me?" he thought now in total panic. But David also felt something else when he sat up. A shifting of weight on his chest that was new. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong. Looking down, he saw his now buxom (and familiar looking) chest gently rising and falling with each breath. David turned to his right to see Denise's face not six inches from his own, smiling broadly. David now knew what had happened. "It's time for sensitivity training lover! And mercy, we need to go potty somethin' fierce don't we?" Denise cooed. As David sat, he felt the familiar relief of his (his?) bladder being drained although the method was completely unfamiliar - and rather messy. Denise cleaned up, David looked on in despair. Passing the mirror on the way to the shower, Denise stopped a moment and stood naked admiring her reflection. This was quite a body she had. Long nicely toned legs led up to a curvaceous behind. Her abs rippled below her firm 34C bosom. Not bad, not bad at all she told herself. The only anomaly -- the only temporary anomaly she corrected herself -- being her wider than normal shoulders, but this was necessary to allow room for David's head to share her stunning body. She had to admit to herself that she did look rather odd, but what better way for David to understand how she felt than for him to share her feelings, literally. This also allowed for her to be in complete control of the entire experience for him. She would show him a time he would never forget. The shower was quite an experience for David, feeling his arms move and gently wash unfamiliar parts of his body were quite erotic. As Denise washed their breasts, she gently squeezed their nipples which made his groin immediately respond. Only not in a way that he was completely familiar with. Yet, still very nice. Sometimes she would interject commentary into her washing/groping session. See how much it hurts when you bite my nipples she said demonstrating the effect by roughly squeezing on a nipple. He did see how much it hurt and would definitely remember that. As she washed their vagina, David noticed the distinct absence of his penis, but this didn't feel too bad all. Denise said aloud "I'll treat you to the real deal later, but now we have to get ready for work." Standing only in their bra and panties, Denise finished brushing her teeth and fixing her hair. "Okay David, your turn." She said. "Brush those teeth of yours, your killing me! And don't forget to shave, you're in charge of grooming your own parts." David stood still not sure what Denise meant. "Go ahead silly, I'm letting you have control now. Just don't try anything funny because I can take back control any time I want. And in case you're wondering, this is a conscious effort on my part, if I fall asleep, get knocked out, or simply grow bored, I regain control by default." David tentatively tried to move their shared body. His senses still reeling, he was surprised to feel his left arm respond to his command. He slowly raised it and looked at it. Much smaller than he was used to and relatively no hair. On a whim, David attempted to speak again. "Why Denise? What did I do that was so terrible that you did this to me? Did this to us?" "I love you David but you treat me like total shit! I want to teach you a lesson, I want you to know how I feel. I want you to take care of me and know how to do the job right." "How long are you going to leave us like this?" "Until you understand what it's like to be woman." It was awkward at first, but David managed to brush his teeth and shave. His head was on the left side of their shared body, but he had been right-handed. Because of the situation, he was forced to use his left arm, but it seemed they were now ambidextrous, so it wasn't too difficult to manage. David was just beginning to enjoy being in control when Denis suddenly took over again, however she left his airway open so he could talk. She walked into what had been their shared closet. It was now full of women's clothes. All modified to fit their unique physique. Denise selected an outfit and reentered the bathroom and said "Okay, I want you to go ahead and get us dressed." "I don't know anything about dressing a woman!" "Then it's about time you learned." Arriving at Denise's office, David expected to be met with screams and shouts about the two-headed monster. But no one really seemed to notice. Sure, there were those about that had never seen the two-headed woman in person, but most of their coworkers were desensitized to their oddity. David shook his head again amazed at the extent of the changes the software could make. As they entered their office, Denise stopped by Jacob's desk to check for messages. "Good morning Denise, David" Jacob greeted them. "Don't forget your 8:00 staff meeting. I have already prepared the handouts and set them on your desk." The day passed excruciatingly slow for David. For the most part, Denise kept his windpipe closed off so he couldn't even speak. He was bored senseless by all the long meetings and project planning that comprised Denise's day. The only interesting part of the day was when they were pressed by the call of nature and entered the ladies room. It was quite an experience. In the men's room. The other guys were always careful to avoid eye contact, took care of business with eyes forward at the urinals, zipped, flushed, gave a perfunctory hand washing and were out the door. Not so in the ladies. The women were much more open about their bodies. The constant sound of tinkling in the stalls, gentle laughter, conversations being held. The smell was so much more pleasant than in the men's, as well as being cleaner. David was beginning to see that women truly were quite different. Finally arriving at home that night, Denise began to fill the bath tub and light some scented candles. Reclining in the tub, David was amazed at how different it felt to soak as a woman. It seemed to appeal to the softer body in a way he couldn't have related to with his old body. After soaking for a few minutes, Denise said "Okay lover, I want you to wash us. Just remember, go slow and be gentle. I just want to sit back, relax and have someone else bathe me while I enjoy." David took his time and did as she had instructed. It was much easier to identify sensitive areas and know about how much pressure to apply where when it was your body you were washing. He took an extra amount of time to explore his breasts again. His nipples were huge and looked so different with the large areola surrounding them. The sensations this attention to his breasts was causing in his lower parts was very noticeable and quite pleasant. As he began making his way to his new vagina. His hand suddenly stopped and Denise said "Hold on there cowboy, business first, pleasure later." David finished washing and dried their body making the mistake of trying to dry as if he still had a man's body. The rough toweling again quickly stopped as Denise took control and demonstrated how to proceed. Later that night lying in bed watching television and drinking a glass of wine, David noticed how relaxed their body was feeling. Relaxed and another sensation he couldn't quite put his finger on. Soon, Denise got them out of bed and proceeded to remove the towel she had wrapped around them earlier. Lying back in bed naked, David realized what he had been feeling. Horny. Denise said "Pay attention lover, class is in session." After a night of self masturbation, countless orgasms and the feeling of big rubber dildo inside of him. David was finally beginning to understand the feminine mystique. Several weeks after awakening to find himself sharing Denise's body and dozens of what Denise referred to as "training sessions". David awoke to find himself with his old body. Whooping like a little boy on Christmas morning, he ran to the bathroom to pee standing up. Denise laid in bed smiling to herself. David was a very apt pupil and had made great progress over the past few weeks. He deserved to have his own body back, besides, she was sick of masturbating and using a dildo all the time. She wanted a real dick inside of her. To show his appreciation (and new found talents) David took Denise right then. "I did do a good job" Denise thought to herself basking in the afterglow of great sex. If it's like this all the time, I will die a very happy woman. For the most part David had learned his lesson, but like an errant child, he did explore his limits from time to time. About a month after being restored to his own body, Denise asked him to clean up after dinner. After all, she had treated her man to a fabulous home cooked meal, the least he could do was dishes. Unexpectedly, his snide response was "What do I look like, the maid?" Denise was furious and stormed off to the office to work. David plopped down on the couch and began flipping through the channels to see if he could find anything entertaining on TV. "Who the hell does she think she is bossing me around all the time?" David brooded. "I work my ass off every day, doing real work, not that sittin' behind a desk shit all day. Do the dishes. Do the dishes my ass!" Suddenly David found himself standing at the sink with soap suds up to his elbows and thought "What the hell???". Just then, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window over the sink and moaned aloud. His unshaven face was now framed with shoulder length brunette hair held back in a tiny hat. Looking down at himself David noticed his smallish breasts and petite body clad in a classic French maid outfit. "And love, when you're done with the dishes, draw me a bath." Denise said suddenly appearing behind him. David replied with a comment that he knew would only complicate matters, but was too pissed off to care. "Oui, Mademoiselle Denise." He said with a soft lilting French accent. Wait, that wasn't what he wanted to say! "Right away." He said trying again to tell her to go fuck herself. "Fine, if I can't speak then I'll just start throwing shit at her!" David thought as his body continued on with the dishes then proceeded to head upstairs to draw Denise's bath. Finally understanding that he was going to be punished, David gave in to his body. Denise didn't want to drive David away, he just needed a gentle reminder once in a while to treat her right. Feeling a little guilty, Denise started to change David back later that evening, but another thought come to mind. "His butt looks so cute the way it wiggles in that little skirt!" she thought changing the recently discovered free-form options panel in the software from "strictly obedient" to "lesbian tendencies, will do anything to please the boss" "French pastries have always been my downfall." She sighed dropping her dress to the floor heading off to find David. Fini