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Zodiac Coin: Aquarius
By JRD
2300 YEARS AGO...
He was smith to the king, working metal at the king's
command. Most of what he did was supervise the other smiths
working in the castle. Most of the work that they did was
in the form of shoeing horses or fixing the metal tools
from the castle, although the castle forges had more than
their fair share of swords, breastplates, and helmets to
work on.
Occasionally, however, the king would make a special
request, and when that was the case, only the king's smith
was allowed to handle it. Like this strange, golden,
glowing rock that had been delivered to him with orders
that it be worked into something for the king's personal
armaments.
The rock was unlike any mineral he had ever worked on
before. Once pounded into shape, it was as strong as any
metal object that had ever come out of the forges, and yet,
it was as light as cloth.
He'd been given orders to make it into something
appropriate for the battlefield. The king and his men
already had more than enough weapons from the forges, so
when he finished, it was a finely wrought breastplate that
he had delivered to the king.
***
It started with me screwing up. I admit that. I can only
say that I really did think I was doing the right thing.
It started that day we worked at the homeless shelter.
Actually, I guess it started the day before in the
psychiatrist's office. That was the day I got the shocking
news.
Me and my husband were sitting right in front of his desk
when he looked me in the eye and said, "Mrs. Petrovich,
your husband is definitely NOT a transsexual."
Of course, my husband had to add in his little, "Told you
so."
I, of course, thought that everybody but me was totally in
the wrong. "But, Doctor, he wants breasts! He doesn't just
want them to play with, and he doesn't just want them on
someone else. He wants his very own pair of breasts!"
In a calm, even voice, the doctor told me, "Miss Petrovich,
your husband has what is called autogynephilia, a condition
where he gains sexual arousal from the thought of having a
female body or female body parts. It's really nothing more
than a fetish. A transsexual is someone who has Gender
Identity Disorder. They feel that their internal gender is
at odds with their genetic makeup."
"Sounds like you're just talking semantics, Doc."
"Hardly. A person with Gender Identity Disorder more
closely relates to the sex of their internal gender. A
male-to-female transsexual finds it easier to talk with,
socialize with, and get along with women. Your husband
thinks of himself as a guy."
"Yeah, but... What about his thing with breasts?"
"I told you, it's a fetish. He gets off on the thought of
having breasts. Go out, buy him a bra and breast forms, and
go home and have some fun with it in the privacy of your
own bedroom."
That was the end of the conversation, really. There was a
little more talking, but nothing of any consequence was
said.
In the elevator on the way down to the parking garage,
Piotr, my husband, asked, "Are you ready to accept this
now?"
"Not yet."
"Honey, you heard the doctor. I have just got a fetish with
having breasts. Why is that such a big deal?"
"Just a fetish? What would the doctor say if we had shown
him these?" Then I poked him in the chest.
Piotr's first reaction was to yell, "Hey, watch it!"
You see, my husband does have breasts.
I guess that's really where the story starts, but there
really isn't that much to say about it. A few months ago,
my husband decided to get some breasts. We discussed it.
Then we found a plastic surgeon who was willing to do
surgeries with no questions for the right price, and got my
hubby a pair of implants. Combined with his already pierced
nipples, he moaned as loud as any woman when I stroked his
B cup breasts.
Did I mention that I am bisexual?
And yes, I did and do get a sexual rush from playing with
my then husband's boobs.
I think I should explain. Both my husband and I are rich,
seven or eight figures rich. You'll have to ask my
accountant just how rich. The phrase "Born with a silver
spoon in their mouth" applies to both of us. I hate to say
it, but if my husband or I want something, we both tend to
feel we should be able to have it, no matter what it is,
particularly if it doesn't hurt anyone else. Well,
actually, my husband has to know that it's not hurting
anyone else. He's a lot better about that than I am.
That's where his breasts came from. His having them didn't
hurt anybody else. The idea actually excited me. So we got
him a couple of breasts.
I know what you're thinking. What about the reactions of
all the people we have to do business with? Well, aside
from our attitude of "Who the fuck cares?" (Okay, my
attitude), my husband was a rather large man (6 ft. 1), and
he liked to wear really loose clothes, so no one besides
me, him, and the doctor who put them in know about them.
I wish I had accepted that it was just a bit of selfish
indulgence for him to get breasts. If I had, then what came
next would never have happened, or at least wouldn't have
been as bad. But somehow, I got it into my head that if my
husband were willing to undergo even such minor surgery,
then that must mean that down deep he was really a woman, a
transsexual.
So, that meant that I started pushing him to go to a
doctor, which led to the psychiatrist visit, which led to
everything I told you about earlier.
Anyway, after I poked him, Piotr said, "My breasts are
nobody's business but yours and mine, but if we had told
him, then he probably would've just told me that I was
indulging my fetish too much. Honey, I am not a girl."
I publicly agreed with him, but then thought about how I
could get him to admit he was a girl. I figured he was just
too afraid to admit it and had managed to con the
psychiatrist into believing him. I really thought I was
doing what was right, what was best for him.
Okay, after a night of fabulous sex (as usual) and a day of
same-old same-old, we had charity-work night. Piotr was
raised with the idea that he was expected to give something
back to the community, so at least twice a week, we helped
out with some charity work somewhere. Me? I would have been
content to just write a check, but Piotr insisted that we
do it hands-on, and it really wasn't a big enough deal for
me to say no, so we did it.
We were working at the soup kitchen that was attached to
the homeless shelter. We had just got done unloading a big
semi full of donated food (okay, it wasn't really full, but
that's beside the point). Piotr and I were the only ones
left in it, when he notices something in the corner and
asks, "What's that?"
I didn't see what he was talking about, until he walked
over and picked up this little piece of gold. I asked him,
"Is that a gold coin? Hardly seems like something you'd
find in the back of a food donation truck."
He replied, "It's called the Aquarius coin. It grants
wishes. In return for doing service for others, one earns
wishes."
I thought he was kidding. "Okay, what's the joke?"
"It's no joke. This thing is magic. It grants wishes."
"Yeah, right. How do you know that? You just picked it up."
"It told me. As soon as I picked it up, I knew all about
it. Here, try it." I reached out and touched the coin. I
didn't even have to take it from Piotr, and I knew as much
as Piotr had already told me. I pulled my hand back as
though I had been burned, and Piotr said, "See."
"But what's with the Aquarius thing? Isn't that an
astrological symbol?"
"Well, I don't know why an astrological symbol was chosen,
but in ancient times, when the village got too large for
everyone to have easy access to the water supply, someone
would take on the job of carting big pots of water from the
lake or stream or whatever it was to the homes of the
village."
"You can't tell me that they did that for free."
"I would think not. With this coin, however, your payment
is the wish you made, so if you're working for some other
reason, like a paycheck, you don't get paid with the wish."
"Okay, so what do we do with it now?"
"Make a wish, I guess."
"Like what?"
Piotr thought about it for a second before saying, "I wish
I had perfect, natural breasts that I could control the
size of, make them the size of small bumps or as large as
two beach balls on my chest."
"Are you sure you want to waste a wish? How many do you
get?"
"Theoretically unlimited, but depending upon what you wish
for, there is a practical limit. Every wish after the first
requires that you work for as much time as you worked for
all the previous wishes before you start earning credit on
that wish. So if you could earn your first wish in a couple
of hours, then made the second wish the same as the first,
then it would take a total of four hours just for that
second wish."
"But as long as you're willing to work, then you can just
keep wishing and wishing?"
"Apparently so, but realize that after a while, your wishes
could take weeks or even months to earn."
"Okay, so how long is your wish going to take to earn?"
"I don't know. I just have to work until I've earned it.
It's a test of perseverance. With no idea of when you get
paid, you just have to work until you've earned your wish."
Piotr then slipped the coin into his pocket. "So let's get
to work."
And work we did. Well, Piotr did. He worked like a man
possessed, doing twice the work of anybody else. After
about two hours, he got me and took me to the bathroom.
Once inside, he locked the door, turned to me, and said,
"Watch." He lifted the baggy shirt that he was wearing,
exposing his breasts.
Immediately, I knew there was a difference. His breasts
used to have that sculpted, perfectly round look that comes
from implants. But when he showed them to me, they lay a
little looser, looking like they had grown there.
At first, they were the same size as earlier, a B cup.
Then, right before my eyes, they grew and expanded until
they were larger even than my own D cups. They continued to
grow until they were like two large sacks hanging on his
chest. He looked down, a little disappointed.
He said, "They're not as firm or as round as I'd like."
"That's the trouble with natural breasts, hun. Gravity
helps determine how they grow."
Piotr dug the coin out of his pocket. "Then I wish I could
control the size AND the shape of my breasts."
"Hey! When do I get a turn?"
He gave me a suspicious look. Then he looked to the coin,
then back to me. "I don't know. If I give you the coin, you
promise not to use a wish to wish me into a girl?"
Truth be told, that was exactly what I did plan. One simple
wish and it would've been all over. But I'd never broken a
promise to anyone, and Piotr knew that. So I promised, "I
promise not to use a wish to turn you into a girl."
Mollified, Piotr gave me the coin, shrank his breasts down
to the size of small bumps, and went back out to start
working for his second wish. After he was gone, I held the
coin and said, "But I didn't promise not to use a bunch of
wishes," which tells you what I was thinking.
If I was going to use more than one wish to move Piotr into
womanhood, then I was going to have to keep him from
realizing what I was doing, so my first wish was that he
would forget about the coin, but not about the abilities
he'd gained from the coin.
We both worked harder that evening than we had ever worked
before, each of us trying to turn our wish. About four
hours later, Piotr took me into the bathroom, said, "Look
what I can do," and then proceeded to grow and shrink and
change the shape of his breasts, from small, teeny-bopper
sized breasts, through large, teardrop-shaped breasts, up
to two breasts that looked for all the world like two flesh
colored beach balls had been stuck to the front of his
chest.
After he got finished performing, he said, "Somehow I just
knew I could do this, but for the life of me, I don't know
where it came from."
I reached up, put my fingers through his nipple rings,
fondled him a bit, and said, "Don't worry about it. Just
think of all the fun we're going to have with them when we
get home." We might have done something then and there if
someone hadn't knocked on the door at just that moment.
Anyway, we wrapped things up and then went home and had
lots of fun that night with his marvelous changing breasts,
but that's really incidental to the story.
First thing next morning, I took the coin and wished that
whenever I made a wish to change Piotr, he and everyone who
knew him would think that whatever had changed was actually
how he really was all along. Then I suggested to Piotr that
we spend an entire week doing charity work. He was a little
surprised at what he thought was my new altruistic
viewpoint, but he loved the idea.
Every few hours, I took out the coin, thinking that I had
done enough work to have earned my wish. I don't know
whether it was the scope of the wish or the quantity of
people it was affecting, but it took four and a half days,
working eight to twelve hour shifts to earn the wish. The
coin wouldn't tell me how long I had to work to get a wish,
but if I wanted to wish something else before I had earned
the last wish, I got this feeling of refusal. That was how
I knew how long a wish that had no visible effect took.
My third wish, the start of Piotr's changes, would be the
base size for Piotr's breasts would be double D with him
retaining the ability to control the size and shape of his
breasts. Including the four and a half days spent
relearning the last wish, it took a little more than five
days to get that one. I knew when I got it though, because
Piotr was suddenly walking around with very large breasts
for everyone to see.
Problem was, his breasts were really distracting everyone,
because he wouldn't wear a bra. He hated wearing them (we
tried crossdressing for a while). He even used that for an
explanation as to why he wasn't really a girl, but I didn't
accept that at the time. I was a girl and I hated wearing
them, too, but I wore them out of necessity, and with his
new double D's, he needed to wear one, too, so my next wish
was that he would want to wear women's underwear instead of
men's. It took another five days for that one.
The next wish I had was for him to have long flowing hair
like a girl. It took a little less than six days for that
one.
Then I wished that he would have the facial features of a
woman. It took about seven days for that.
After that, anybody who didn't know him already assumed
that Piotr was a woman, albeit a very big, very stocky
woman. Piotr got very upset at a lot of people after that.
After all, he still did consider himself a man. So that was
my next wish; I wished that everyone, including Piotr,
would consider him a woman named Romana (it sounded Russian
to me, and Piotr was very proud of his Russian heritage).
It took me a full six months to work off that wish. If I
wasn't so patient (okay, belligerent), I probably would've
given up after a little while, but I persevered, and one
day, everybody, including the newly dubbed Romana, was
using the name Romana. Even I, who fully remembered the
name Piotr and the wishes I had made, found it hard to
think of her after that as anything other than a woman
named Romana.
Since that wish did take six months, I set the coin aside
for a while. After all, Romana thought she was a woman, had
big breasts she could control the size and shape of, and
had the prettiest head on her shoulders. The problem was,
all that was set on a very large, very masculine body, and
just as Piotr got upset at people thinking of him as a
woman, Romana got upset at people thinking of her as a man
(usually those who hadn't seen her front). Although I
didn't care (I really didn't; I really thought it sexy),
the snide comments hurt Romana, so they hurt me. So, after
three months, I picked up the coin and wished that Romana
had beautiful, sexy, alluring body.
That was when I discovered something about the coin. You
build up credit. After the wish that got everybody thinking
of Piotr as Romana, I had gotten into the habit of doing a
lot of charity work. I had made a lot of good friends, so I
just kept going and working, although with a few less hours
per day then when I was working for a wish. So that's why
it only took five months after I made the wish for Romana
to become her current super beautiful self.
There was a big drawback to that one, though. Romana became
a full female. Now, don't get me wrong. Like I said, I'm
bisexual, and I do love the taste of pussy, but I also like
the taste of cock and everything that comes out of it. I
briefly thought about which one I'd like better, cock or
pussy, when I decided, "Why choose?" So I took the coin and
wished that Romana would have the power to control the
size, shape, and type of genitalia she had. It kind of made
sense. She had the ability to control her breasts, so why
not her genitals? It took me a full year to get that wish.
But once again, I hadn't fully considered what the wish
would get me. Romana may have had the ability to have a
cock or a pussy at will, but she considered herself a
woman, so she would only give herself a cock if I asked (I
practically had to beg), and when she did give herself one,
she got on me, it did her business, and finished up as fast
as possible. Y'know, the old wham-bam-thank ya ma'am
routine. Oh, she tried to be better about it than that, but
she just didn't feel "womanly" when she had a cock and was
screwing me.
So I took the coin and wished that Romana would feel
perfectly comfortable using her genitals, no matter what
shape she made of them. It took me a little less than
fifteen months to get that one.
There was an unexpected side effect of that one. A couple
weeks after the wish was granted, Romana wanted to start
bringing other girls and guys into the relationship. I was
a little surprised. Piotr and I had tried both swinging and
group sex before, and he had not found it to his liking,
complaining that he felt like he was cheating on me, even
if I was right there in the room watching. I guessed that
she now felt comfortable enough about sex to try the more
wild stuff. Since I wanted to try that stuff, too, and
Romana wasn't asking to cheat (and I really didn't want to
go through another 15 months or more for another wish), I
didn't feel the need to "fix" anything with the coin.
I should've been more cautious.
You see, whether talking about Piotr or Romana, she was
never nosy or intrusive. My stuff was my stuff. She never
went nosing through my stuff or digging through my drawers,
so I felt perfectly safe "hiding" the coin in the back of
my lingerie drawer.
Nadine, however, was a different story. Nadine was a
luscious 18 year-old from the mailroom of one of Romana's
businesses. Nadine was also the current extra that Romana
and I were using to spice things up a bit.
Nadine was also way too nosy for her own good.
I'm still not sure exactly what happened, but the basics
are that Nadine found the coin and Romana got it from her,
all while I was at the thrift store. Then I get a call from
Romana. In her cutesy voice, she says to me, "Guess what I
found?" I had no idea, and I told her so. "I found this
cute, gold coin. Well, Nadine found it, but I've got it
now. A coin that grants wishes? When were you planning on
telling me about this?"
I avoided her question and said, "Romana, that coin's
nothing to play with. Just put it down, and we can talk
about it when I get home."
Still not remembering about the coin, she continued to talk
in her cutesy voice and said, "I think someone's got a
story to tell. If you're gonna make this hard, then I wish
you'd tell me where you got this coin, and why you don't
want to tell me about it."
After that, I didn't have a choice. Remember, she had been
working charity all along, and since the coin had remained
in our possession, even if she didn't remember, she had a
ton of credit built up. I started at the beginning and told
her everything. After I was finished, all I heard was
silence from the other end of the phone. I called out
Romana's name a couple of times before I heard her hang up.
I quickly dashed out of the thrift store and headed for
home, but about halfway there, everything changed, and I
was sitting in the living room at home, totally unable to
move. I later heard about a car accident involving a
driverless car, but that's really incidental to the story.
Romana was standing in front of me, her eyes bloodshot and
her face puffy from the tears and crying. However, as sad
as her face was, it also showed a deep anger and
resentment. I wanted to go to her, but I was paralyzed; I
guessed by magic.
In a way that was as much accusation as it was question,
Romana asked, "How could you?! I wished to know everything
that you had done to me! You couldn't stand to be wrong,
could you? If I wasn't willing to admit that I was a woman,
you were gonna make me into one, whether I liked it or not?
You took away my right to choose! You made me your slave!!
"Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander! I
wish that you were my slave, willingly doing WHATEVER I ask
and liking it! I wish that the magical paralysis I wished
for earlier was gone, and I wish that this coin was gone to
the center of the earth!"
And just like that, the coin was gone, and I could move.
Romana turned so she wasn't looking at me and said, "Go
upstairs and get into one of those French maid's outfits
that we have for sex games. From here on out, that's your
at home uniform," and so I went upstairs.
I know what you're thinking. "So now you're a contented,
little slave, and the coin is gone. That's the end of the
story. Right?"
Not exactly.
About six months later, you, a business rival of Romana's,
fell in love with her, so you offered to arrange a friendly
merger of your companies in return for her accepting your
marriage proposal. I found her in her bedroom, crying.
I sat beside her and asked, "What is wrong, mistress?"
"I've got a marriage proposal, but I'm not sure if I can
allow myself to trust again. The last time I trusted anyone
enough to marry them, I was betrayed."
I took her hand in mine. "You can trust me now. I've
learned the error of my ways."
"Yeah, thanks to that stupid wish. I wish I had never
wished that wish. Now, I'll never know if you really care,
or if your behavior comes from that stupid wish."
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "The wish
didn't work, Romana." Now, Romana had long since ordered me
to only refer to her as mistress, so just using her name
was a basic proof of my claim.
Romana looked into my eyes, clearly wanting to believe me,
but not sure if she could. "How? We know the coin works.
I'm living proof of that."
"I'm not sure, but I don't think the coin will grant a
purely malicious wish. When you wished for absolute
obedience from me, you were wishing from pure anger."
"Oh, I want to believe you, but how can I be sure?"
"Well, you know me better than anyone. Just order me to do
something that you know I would refuse to do."
After a second of thought, Romana pulled up her skirt,
pulled down the front of her panties, grew her dick out,
and said, "I need to pee. Kneel here between my legs, and
open your mouth. I'm going to piss in it."
I recoiled instantly. "Gross!" Romana knew I was disgusted
at the thought of piss play. It made me sick.
Romana threw her arms around me, crying and saying, "It's
true! It's true!" After a good, long hug, Romana asked,
"But why have you been doing everything I asked, like you
were some kind of slave?"
"Because I owe you. Even if I had been totally right, I had
no right to force you to accept my will."
After that, there was a lot of kissing, hugging, and sex.
As to your proposal, you need to realize that you will be
marrying into a three way, including yourself. Nadine, who
is away at college, will be a regular visitor to our bed
during her vacations. Legally, the marriage between Romana
and I was dissolved after I wished for everyone to think of
her as a girl, but that doesn't matter to either of us.
If you are willing to accept that, if you are willing to
accept that she will not be exclusive to you, then we
accept.
IN AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL CLASSROOM IN ANOTHER CITY...
It was before class, and John and David were playing ball
indoors, even though both knew they shouldn't be. David
tossed the ball, and John had to dive for it, knocking over
and breaking a globe. One of the girls in the class said,
"You're in trouble now!"
John really didn't hear her (partly because he didn't care)
because he suddenly noticed a small, gold coin in the
rubble of the broken globe.
Stevie
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