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DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't! I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.) Pea Pod By Wholeman Well here I am, riding in another puddle jumper, over another remote jungle. Oh well, such is the life of a geologist. At least such is my life as a geologist. I'm a consultant and my clients have me going all over the world to analyze possible mining sites, for all kinds of ore. This particular client is in an especially big hurry so I'm stuck bouncing around flying through a storm to get to this remote site, it's just the pilot and I. "CAARAAACKK," lightening pasted the wing of the plane and killed my pilot, a short spiral in and I expected that the insurance company would be paying my beneficiaries, when the jungle hit me in the face. *** I awoke to see a pretty, native girl looking down into my face. "What happened?" I mumbled, still groggy. "Plane boom tree," she answered in broken English. Well at least someone here spoke my lingo, even if only a little. "Where am I?" I asked her slowly and as clearly as I could, trying to make it easier for her to understand. "In village. In my hut," she answered, though it wasn't much help. I tried to sit up, and that's when the pain in my leg made itself known, "Ahh!" "Hurt leg. Not broke," she offered. "There's good news," I stated, my face still contorted in pain. "Here, chew. Hurt go," she told me as she handed me a piece of tree bark. I knew from my college days that certain trees had a painkiller in the bark so I accepted the offered medication and gnawed on it a while. Soon the pain dulled and I was feeling better. "I guess it's time to do the me Tarzan. You Jane bit," I mumbled to myself. "Ah, my name is Doug. What is your name?" "Meka," she answered, pointing to herself. "Thank you Meka, for helping me," I don't know how much English she knows, but it seems to me that it's only right to thank someone for their aid, whether they understand or not. She must have understood, she smiled and blushed. I looked around the hut thinking, 'What now? I don't suppose they have a cell phone around somewhere, or an Internet connection. Hell I'll even settle for a 1944 vintage radio set!' No luck there, I did notice that there was only one sleep mat in this hut, and the weather outside was sunny and warm. "How long?" I asked her. She held up three fingers. "This is your bed," I pointed to the mat I was, on. She nodded her head, blushing. "Where did you sleep, while I was here?" still pointing at the mat. She turned crimson and pointed right next to me. Okay, we had been sleeping together for three days. Too bad I was unconscious! I went to stand up and she jumped over and assisted my efforts. Now that I am standing, I can see that this girl is short. I could almost use her as a crutch. I have to settle on using her as a cane. She put her hands around my waist and tried to hold me steady as we made our way toward the door. Outside the clamor of village life, children playing, and the smells of food being prepared, assaulted my senses. I looked about hoping to recognize any signs that there existed communication with the outside world. Two things hit me like a hammer blow. The first was, there seemed to be no refined metal in evidence. No pots, pans, knives, belt buckles, and no wire anywhere. The second was the ratio of men to women was totally out of balance. There were at least five women to every man, many of them living alone in solitude. My head was spinning and with the help of Meka, I made my way back to her sleeping mat. "Meka, why are there so few men?" I realize it was a complicated question and hoped that she knew enough English to understand. "Jungle very dangerous," she replied emphatically. I'm sure my eyes looked like they would pop from my head. If the jungle around this village was that dangerous that it kills off most of the native men, getting out of here might be harder than I had hoped, for. "Animals?" I inquired. "No, no animals, bushes," she supplied. 'Bushes?' Bushes were killing off the men of the village? Must be tough being a horticulturist around these parts. "No afraid," Meka told me as she stroked my brow. She stood and said, "I come back." She left the hut and a very puzzled geologist. My brain was whirling along and I thought, 'You're in it now Doug, lost in a jungle with man-eating bushes and no way to communicate with the outside world. I better just work on getting better until I can explore on my own and find a way to get back to civilization.' Meka popped into the hut carrying two bowls and a ceramic jug, "Eat," she said and handed me a bowl with some kind of stew in it. I looked around for some kind of utensil and Meka picked up her bowl, put it to her lips and started pouring it into her mouth saying, "Good." Oh well, when in Rome... I followed her lead and discovered the stew was incredible! I don't know what was in it, and I probably didn't want to know. It had chunks of meat and all kinds of vegetables, which I could not identify. Something that was like watercress, maybe some cilantro... I don't know. What I do know is that it was delicious! "Mmmm good," I told her. She handed me the jug making drinking motions, so I took a swig and came up choking! "Holy shit, it's brandy!" I choked out, "but damn good brandy!" I took another sip, much more carefully and savored it across my pallet, enjoying that familiar alcohol burn on my tongue and breathed in the heated vapors savoring the delightful flavor. As far as I'm concerned, I had just enjoyed a gourmet meal, with a beautiful woman. I handed the jug to her so she could join me. She took a ladylike sip and handed it back. She was looking at me shyly, and reached for something wrapped in what looked like, a cornhusk, which she handed to me after she opened the husk. It looked like a truffle! "Eat," she urged. If this tasted even half as good as everything else she had fed me, I couldn't wait. I bit into it and lord if wasn't a chocolate mint! "Mmmm mm," I exclaimed. These natives know how to live! Maybe I died in that plane crash and this was heaven! Uh oh... Mr. Happy is making an appearance! In mere moments, I was sporting an Iron Wood Woody! It felt like I'd have to take a five-pound hand sledge to beat it down! I looked up at Meka embarrassed, and she looked back with the expression of a hungry lioness! She had my pants off and I was stripped down before I could even utter a 'by your leave'! She started by trying to soften Mr. Happy up with saliva, but it wasn't working, all she managed to do was get me lying prone on her mat moaning like a smitten little girl. She had been working herself with her hand and before I knew what she was up to, she had impaled herself on my rigid shaft. She must have been a virgin because she let out a little yelp as she came down on me, that and this little darling had the tightest cunt that Mr. Happy had ever been in. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. The muscle control she has in her vagina was purely incredible, it felt like she was milking my cock with her pussy! She started screaming something in her native tongue and we both orgasmed together! I could feel her love juice all the way up to my chest! No woman I'd ever been with, had orgasmed with such abandon! When her body stopped spasming, she lay down onto my chest and kissed me holding my face in her soft little hands. I could feel her pussy still gripping and releasing my softening organ. This girl is amazing! I held her close to me as I started to nod off. *** When consciousness returned I felt the warmth of her body snuggled close and the weight of the skins that she had wrapped around us. I could hear rain pelting down outside the hut and was glad to be inside, dry, and warm. Meka tightened her grip, wriggling up against me. 'What the hell happened last night?' I thought, 'That was the most unreal sex I'd ever had. What was in that chocolate, Viagra?' When I opened my eyes again, another woman, who was also quite stunning, was kneeling next to the mat. She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips that nearly had me erect again. I could feel Meka getting up on her elbows behind me, and the next thing I knew the two women were kissing. 'This is one strange village,' I thought. The new woman crawled into bed with the two of us, and started snuggling up to me as if we were long time lovers. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but you can see that I was a little intimidated. It is hard enough satisfying one woman... but satisfying two? I sure hope they have a shit load of that chocolate around! I was relieved when all the new girl wanted was a warm place to snuggle up to, so I relaxed and fell back asleep. When once again I stirred from my slumber, I found myself alone under the blanket and looking out of the hut, I could see that the sun was shining. Occasionally one of the women would peer into the hut, smile, giggle, and then walk away. For the next week, Meka had a different woman sleep with us and I had more m?nage ? trios, than I could have possibly dreamed, of. The women of this village were the horniest group of females you could imagine, and always there was Meka. One day she woke me with this walking stick in her hand and simply said, "Come." She helped me to my feet and handed the walking stick to me after demonstrating how I should use it. It was very cute the way she mothered me. She treated me like a fragile and scarce commodity. We walked together out to what seemed to be the central, or group meeting area and I was, seated in what seemed to be a place of honor. "What is this?" I asked her sweeping my hand around at all of the food and people gathered there. "Have joy. God send sky man, Doog," she stated, pointing into the sky and to her heart. I don't blush often, but I'd give dollars to donuts I was blushing now! It would seem that I was to be the guest of honor at big shindig. There were only a few men, in attendance, and each, had women waiting on them hand and foot. It looks like my initial estimate of the ratio of men to women might have been a little low. Most of the men had about ten women, and it seems that everyone who had shared my and Meka's bed were waiting on me, more than twenty of them. Each with some culinary delight she offered to me. Once Meka urged me to eat one thing in particular, stating, "Good make love long." I hope that meant it was like oysters or ginseng, and didn't mean it would actually make my cock longer. It looks like the women of the village were love starved and wanted me to stay virile so that more of them would be able to play merry go round on my Dick. "Why do all the women want sex so much?" I asked hoping that she had enough vocabulary to understand. "Have many... ah... small mans," she answered using her hands as though cradling a baby. Whoa! Cultural shock time, duh... there is no birth control in the jungle! These women were all hoping to become pregnant, have my babies, and hoping for male ones at that. Now I understand the worn out look on these men's faces, these women were fucking them to death! What a way to go though! I was, fed an unreal repast, and throughout the whole thing, girls were kissing, massaging, and just plain caressing me. I was getting hotter than the surface of the sun! When I looked like the festival was over, Meka and one other girl escorted me to the hut and fed me another chocolate mint. I am becoming more, and more convinced that I died in that plane crash. This just couldn't be happening. As I became stronger, I ventured out on my own to wander around the village. I thought that I was on my own that is. I wandered too close to the jungle one time, and thirty or so, women rushed over and surrounded me, and they could escort me back to the hut where they jabbered to Meka for a few minutes. "No go to jungle, dangerous," she explained, "bad bushes!" There was that thing about the bushes again, "I see women go to the jungle. Why not men?" "Bush no like women," she informed me. Okay now we have a discriminating man eating bush, and only man, eating bush. It seems that I am going to be, held prisoner, as a sex slave, to save me from a bush! This is just too weird. I'm going to have to formulate an escape plan to just get out of this village. I'll give it another week to get my stamina back and by then my leg should be back to normal, then if any bush makes a try for me I'll be able to run away. Over the next week, I watched which trails that the women used most frequently, and which ones looked like they were heading down hill out of the region. Once I find a river eventually that should bring me to a city, then I could get transportation or a canoe or something that would get me back to the big world. Don't get me wrong, I am extremely grateful to Meka and this village for saving me, but I have a life I want to get back, to. I started being able to walk without the walking stick. Since I was only, allowed to walk around within the confines of the village, I would walk faster and faster until the natives started to look at me as though I had lost my mind. Once I started jogging around they seemed to catch on to the fact that I was just getting back into shape, and since the women wanted me to have as much stamina as possible, they didn't complain in fact I was soon joined by a couple of unhappy looking native men. It seems that my performance in bed had increased enough that the native women attributed it to my jogging and they nagged their men into joining me. I don't think I am very popular with my fellow males at this particular time. Meka's hut was starting to get crowded. I was now sleeping with five women a night. Always there was Meka, even when she was menstruating she slept with me, we didn't make love, but she assisted in keeping me stimulated. She would suck me off until I was near exploding and then ram me into one of the women to explode and deposit my seed. Sometimes to make me horny she would lez one of the other girls, get her panting or screaming in orgasm, and Mr. Happy would want to play too. Watching two girls lick and finger fuck each other was one of my all time turn-ons, and it didn't take those women long to figure that out. I noticed one night that just outside of the screaming orgy going on in Meka's hut, several women were masturbating to beat the band, and peeking into the tent once in a while, making them finger fuck themselves even harder. One night it occurred to me to ask Meka why there were always different girls, but she was always with me too. She blushed, saying, "You mine. I get from jungle." Uh oh... she thinks were married! "We share men. Is good," she went on. "How is it that you speak English?" I was finally curious, after all of this time. "My father... no, mother was missionary, rescue from bush," she tried to explain, but was clearly confused, "She teach." That explains it. I wasn't the first one to find this little hamlet. Some poor Peace Corps couple or minister and his wife wandered into the area and the evil bush must have eaten the man, leaving the woman stranded to live out her life here in the jungle. I started questioning whether I even wanted to leave the village, which scared me into action. I began by putting together a stash of food for my trip. I had to get out of here before the great food and all of the sex convinced me this was heaven and that I didn't want to leave it. Finally, one evening after making my nightly sperm deposits, I stole out of the hut and tip toed to the edge of the jungle, where I would wait until the sun started peaking over the horizon before risking a walk into the domain of the evil man eating bush. It was hard staying awake, but when you have to, the fear and adrenaline, can do wondrous things. I finally saw the first glow of on morning, so I gathered up my stash and carefully moved farther into the hidden security of the surrounding jungle. As it became lighter out, I felt much more assured as I strolled down the path the women had worn in the hill. Man, this was beautiful, flowers, hanging moss, and the sweet smell of growing things everywhere, and not one dangerous, looking plant anywhere. Obviously, the women of the village were trying to keep all of the studs inside the village, happy, and healthy. The story of the evil plant was, to gaslight them into not running away! I was at least a quarter mile from the village feeling that I had made good my escape, when I spotted a beautiful women just off to the side of the trail. She was all dressed in white and looked like a buxom angel. As I approached, she was motioning me to come closer. She was such a beautiful vision of womanhood that I couldn't resist. When I was about four feet away, I could see that it wasn't a real woman, more like a flower that looked like a woman. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I turned to run. The instant I turned around, I felt a tentacle wrap around my ankles, and I was on my way down, falling onto what looked to be, a red velvet covered circular mattress. More tendrils whipped out and I was trussed and sans clothing in mere moments. As I struggled, writhing around naked on the red velvet, two other tendrils, unlike the ones that held me captive, whipped out and like twin suction cups, attached themselves to my nipples, and believe me they were sucking on hard! A third tentacle wriggled up my leg and clamped onto my cock. Another up into my rectum and finally, one attached onto my face poking an internal tendril down my throat. The red velvet mattress closed around me like a Venus flytrap and everything went dark! I could feel juices oozing around me and I figured that they were digestive fluids and soon no one will find anything left of old foolish Doug, but his bones in a giant pea pod. 'Oh my God, the plant is giving me a blow job!' I thought, 'It's sucking my cock, my nipples and wriggling around in my ass!' Air was being, supplied by the tendril in my mouth, so I wasn't going to suffocate, 'I needn't worry about going that way, and this bush gives a great blowjob, 'I'm going to cum!' I realized. That damn plant blew my brains out. I lost consciousness after so many orgasms! I would come around from time to time, only to be fucked unconscious a short while later. That damn plant, kept me in ecstasy for days, not only did it supply air to me I think it was feeding me too! I could feel the plant sucking on my nipples, only the longer it had me the more it turned me on. I even began to feel like it was fucking me in two assholes at one time, which might worried me, if I couldn't feel it still sucking my cock! Once between orgasms, I started thinking to myself, 'isn't this plant going to eat me? Is it just going to fuck me to death, and I go out in the most incredible orgasm imaginable!' After what felt like a month, but I'm sure was no more than a week, I could see light peeking into my velvet coffin, and the juices that had surrounded me had all gone away. Slowly the velvet bed opened up, I felt the tendrils release my cock, and both of the others pull out of my butts. The two on my nipples let go with a pop and a weird jiggle on my chest, and finally the tendril down my throat pulled out and I could breathe air on my own. 'What the, hell happened?' I thought, 'The bush didn't eat me, maybe I didn't taste like the local natives and I was being spit out! Halleluiah, I'm free!' I began to stand up and my chest fell almost into my lap! I looked, and then screamed, "I've got boobs!" I reached up to confirm what my eyes were telling me and as I grasped a nipple, eliciting a moan from my lips, a high- pitched, girly, moan! "Oh my God, I've been emasculated!" my high-pitched cheerleader voice cried out. I tried to stand and nearly fell over. My center of gravity was way the hell off. When I finally got my big butt into the air, I pulled my torso erect, with much difficulty, causing an incredible tit quake. I tried to quell my frantic mind, telling myself, "Okay, this bush turned you into a woman with huge boobs, get hold of yourself, there are other concerns here, like you are a naked woman, alone in the jungle, and if you start running your boobs are going to bounce like I don't know what!" I started perambulating back toward the path, "Oh shit, everything wiggles, jiggles or wobbles, how do women deal with all of this motion! I think I'm going to get sea sick!" I noticed scraps of my clothing all around the plant so I carefully picked up what I could, without getting too close to that, that... ooh I don't know how to express my loathing of that bush! I took my scraps and first fashioned a sort of bra to keep my monster boobs from bouncing around so much, and then a loin cloth to cover my... my... my cunt! Oh the degradation of it all. I found my running shoes and was able to stuff bits of cloth into them to make them tight enough to tie onto my much tinier feet. They looked like clown shoes on me now, two or three inches too long. At least the protected my tender feet. "Now that I look like a bustier version of Rachael Welch in 2000 BC, should I go back to the village or on to civilization?" I asked myself. A tiny voice came to me through the trees, "Doog, Doog! Where you Doog?" I could tell it was Meka, looking for me, "Over here Meka!" I couldn't let her, not find me, she must have been searching for the whole time I was missing. I could hear the tiredness in her tiny voice. It broke my heart to think of what I had done to her, and here she faithfully searches for me in the dangerous jungle, I'm slug spit! "Where you Doog?" she called. "Over here Meka," I called back in my cheerleader voice. "Oh Doog, bush got you," she stated, as she approached and threw her arms around me, "poor Doog." She held me tightly and squished my boobs wide between us as she consoled me. "I'm sorry Meka. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to leave you. It was very hard. Can you forgive me," I cried. "I sorry too Doog. You miss home," she stopped, and shuddered a little as, she too cried, "I should have help you go." That stopped me short. "What do you mean help me go?" I asked pulling back a little. "I take you to big village. Can go home," she explained, "I no want have no Doog," she wailed. I'm such a pig. This wonderful girl loves me so much, and I abandon her, thinking only of my needs. "I am sorry Meka. I wanted to take you along. Although, I did not want to take you from your home, or your family," I explained. I really wanted Meka but I thought it would be selfish to take her from her people, little did I know that it was selfish and wrong not to at least say goodbye. "I stay with Doog?" she asked me. "Meka, I am a woman now. You, still want to stay with, me?" I asked incredulously. "I love Doog. Woman, man, I love Doog," she clutched me as if she was afraid that I would evaporate if she let go. "You, want to go to my country and give all of this up?" I tried to confirm her dedication. "I go with Doog!" she stated emphatically, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "I love you Meka," I told her. "Come we go Doog house," she stated emphatically. I was instantly puzzled, and figured that it was a language thing. She took my hand and led me down the trail. We walked for perhaps a quarter mile and came upon an ancient Mayan ruin, "Come Doog, we go home!" I started thinking that she wanted to set up housekeeping in, 'This Ole Ruin.' She led me into one of the inner chambers and said, "Stay here Doog." I waited while I saw her waving her hands and arms strangely in another room. She returned and said, "We go now," and took my hand. She walked us right up to, a stone, wall and then, right through it, into my apartment. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Meka looked, alarmed, "This is Doog home?" "Oh my lord, yes! Meka how... how did you..." I stuttered, looking at her as if she had three heads. "Meka not Earth," she told me, confusing me even more. She continued, "Bush not Earth either." My mouth was open far enough that my jaw drug on the floor, "You, are not from Earth?" She smiled and clapped her hands, "Yes, Meka not Earth." "I, was not on Earth?" I asked hesitantly. She smiled and jumped up and down happily clapping again, "Doog right." I smiled and fainted dead away. *** I awoke to Meka's smiling face, "Are you alright Doug? I think you fainted. I took the liberty of placing you into your bed. Then I discovered a wonderful device in your living room. Your television is a wonderful teaching tool. I also used your credit cards to order both of us appropriate clothing from the QVC channel, most stylish if I do say so myself." "Meka! You speak English! How..." I started. "I believe, I have already told you Doug. I used your television to teach myself your language. Am I using it incorrectly?" she inquired, rather sophisticatedly. "Come here and kiss me, smart ass," I told her. "My pleasure beautiful!" she agreed and stuck her tongue down my neck. She started caressing my breasts and then placed a hand between my legs, slipping a finger into my, other butt, just as the plant had. 'Oh shit, the second half of my ecstasy in the plant... it had been, fucking me!' I thought as other similarities started to make themselves apparent. My cock was a little nubbin in the front of my new wet slit. It must be my clitoris! "Oh... oh... ooh, oh Meka. Don't stop! Don't ever stop baby. Oh, fuck me baby, fuck me!" what the, hell am I saying? I sound like a slut! "Ooh Doug I love it when you beg! Come on sweetie. Cum for me baby," she urged as she diddled the hell out of my sopping wet cunt. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh GOD!" and I felt myself gush out of my new vulva. "That was so cute, my little Dougie. How do you like orgasming as a woman?" she asked as she kissed my face up one side and down the other. "I... I... I don't believe... believe it could be like that!" I exclaimed lying there caressing up and down the curves of my own new body. "I was surprised to find out that you like breasts that big, when the genetic alteration bio-form released you," she stated as she gently felt my gigantic breasts. "What do you mean, 'like breasts this big?'" I asked incredulously, using my little feminine hands to indicate the mammaries to which I referred. "The bio-form changes you into your ideal woman, well actually just the body of your ideal woman, it doesn't change your mind. The mind that I fell in love with," she kissed me making my girly body melt into shuddering puddles of feminine desire. "Come on missy, you and I need a shower. I love the shower. I used it a while ago after you fainted, and I think it is one of the greatest inventions of your civilization," she stated emphatically. "Don't make your decision too quickly. There are more where that came from, wait until you slide into a Hot Tub!" I teased her. "What is a Hot Tub?" she looked puzzled. "I'll show you later, after we go shopping and pick us up a couple bikinis," I smiled at her and caressed her sides allowing my hands to enjoy the curves of her lithe body. "I love it when you do that Doog," she admitted, and a shudder trembled through her body. "Ha, ha... you called me Doog, just like when we were back on your world. I still think it's cute," I giggled as I rubbed down her flat stomach. "I know Doog, how much. Doog like native girl," she giggled as she teased me. "Shit girl, you're making me as hot as a volcano. We better get in the shower before I ravish you right here," I admitted as I held her close from behind, caressing her in all of the right places. "Ooh Doog, ravish me, smother me in your beautiful breasts. Make me feel like a whole woman," she crooned, knowing full well, what she was doing to me. Little did she know of my toy collection, but she was going to find out now, "Your wish is my command." I started manipulating her clitoris as I walked her towards the headboard. By the time we arrived at the headboard she had already orgasmed once and I had to help support her weak kneed trek around the Serta Dream land awaiting us. Sheep eat your hearts out! She fell into the bed grateful to be off, of her knees, and somewhere she could spread her legs wide and offer herself up to me. "Be patient my love, daddy is home, and he is going to give you the fucking of your lifetime," I told her as I finished donning the strap-on left behind by an old girlfriend. (Don't ask!) "Doog what?" she started as I squirted KY jelly all over her lovely vulva, and my strap-on. Her question disappeared into oblivion as the ecstasy of being, fucked by a boner that would never soften, enveloped her. I banged my hips into her screaming body, Mons Veneris, to Mons Veneris, until she pleaded with me to stop before she lost consciousness. "Oh Doog you make love to me like never before," she kissed me repeatedly all over my face. "I'm sorry I can't use a real cock on you my love. Is this a better invention than the shower?" I giggled as I teased her. "God yes! I can't wait until I can take some of them back to my sisters," she stated excitedly. "What!" I screeched dumfounded. "Will you not allow me to take some of these back to your other wives?" she looked so disappointed and longingly at me, like she wanted to but if I told her no, she would do as I asked. "Meka dearest, I would never deny you or ah... my other wives anything that was in my power to provide. Are you saying that you can return to your world? That I can return to your world?" I asked unbelievingly. "At any time my husband desires," she assured me. "How?" I asked. "Come with me sweetie," she beckoned. I followed her into the back room of my apartment. As I approached her, she took my arm and shoved it through the wall, pulling it back quickly, "See Doug, I have left the portal open. We may visit my world at will. I know that my sisters will go crazy if you bring to them, your marvelous girl penises, or some of the wonderful lingerie that I have bought for us. You will be the most popular of husbands in the village, even if you cannot give them sons any longer," she assured me. "What makes you think I cannot give them sons anymore?" I teased. "My husband, it could be that lovely pussy between your legs, or those magnificent breasts that adorn your oh so feminine body," she kissed me as she said this, so I would know that even though I was, as she claimed, that she still loved me. "Silly girl, on my world we have what is known as artificial insemination. I could bring the sperm of many men to your world and give children to all of my loving wives. On the other hand, we can simply bring them here, and get them, wildly fucked by hundreds of horny guys. Do you think they would like that?" I whispered into her ear. "There are that many men here beloved?" she asked wide eyed. "There are that many and more Meka. With some of my wives we could start our own escort service, make money to buy all of the things you would want for your world, and get everyone of your sisters knocked up. To top it all off, we could provide a service to some of the men on my world who desire to become women, with all of their hearts," I offered. "There are really such men? Who would willingly sacrifice their manhood, to become as we are?" she could not understand why someone would willingly do such a thing. "Don't worry my love, once you have experienced what is to be a beautiful woman in my world, you will begin to understand. Some men feel that they were born as the wrong sex, and spend most of their lives unhappy. Some even have an operation that makes them look like women, though they could never have babies. They would give anything to have happen to them on purpose, what was forced upon me, including spending months on your world fucking the daylights out of all of our sisters," I smiled as I nuzzled her ear. "If you say it my dearest, I must believe it, though I find it so difficult to believe," her hand came up and stroked my soft cheek. "In that case Meka, I say I stink and need a shower. Do you believe me?" I giggled. She made a grimace and said, "I was hoping you would say that, stinky, I didn't want to mention it," she held my face and kissed me again, "Let us go, and hose you down. We must get dressed and go shopping!" Once in the shower, while I was scrubbing Meka's back I asked, "Meka, would you mind having another sister?" I asked her hesitantly, as I moved the louffa up, down, and all around. "Are you trying to tell me that you already have a wife, Doug?" she froze in apprehension. "No Meka, I do not have a wife, I did have a girl friend who was special to me. I do not know how she will react to me as a big boobed girl, but I hope she will at least help us," I informed her, "we are going to have plenty to learn, about being women in my society, and if Gwen will agree, she would be a big help to the both of us." Meka, turned and held me close, "As long as she will not take you away from me, I would love to have another sister!" then she kissed me, "I was going to ask you if you knew any one who could teach us. I could teach you on my world, but some of the pretty undergarments that ladies wear here are very complicated. When you were sleeping, (I noticed that she did not say fainted.) I tried to wear a brassiere, but couldn't figure out how to put it on, it is a very complex garment," she informed me, big doe like eyes speaking her earnestness. "At least, that is one womanly thing that I know how women wear. I had to figure out how to take them off of girls at a young age," I giggled at her. "You were a naughty boy," she said as she dried off my tender skin, "Oh my that looks cold. Let me help." She had my nipple in her warm mouth almost before I could gasp in pleasure. "There that one has relaxed, but the other one needs my help," she warmed my nipple on the other breast. "I think you are going to have to dry my pussy off again, it seems to be drooling again," I told her as I groped her C cup mammaries. "Alright, I'll stop. You will have me on my knees orgasming and we will never leave the shower," she stopped her teasing. Once out of the tub, I snapped up a pair of French cut panties and held them out for her to step in to. She moaned as I slid them up her legs. "How do your women stand this? I think I will have to play with myself all day with these wisps of cloth hugging my sex," she was panting heavily. "I have often wondered myself Meka. But these are what women here wear," I informed her, reaching for one of the bras that must be for her. (It was the small one.) I helped her into it and adjusted everything as best I could. "Oh Doug, this is a marvel! My breasts feel wonderful in this, like someone is walking behind me, their hands cupping and holding up my bosom. My sisters will be in heaven. You are going to bring such joy to them, there might be a statue made in the village square to honor you," she teased, as she encapsulated my huge jiggly mammaries in a beautiful crimson bra. "This is making me soak my new panties, your breasts look totally delicious held in there." I looked at the new me in the bathroom mirror and swooned. Luckily, Meka caught me, "Doug, are you sick?" "That cannot, be me," I told her pointing at the mirror. Meka hugged me, "Yes Doug, that sweet sexy looking girl is you. You are the prettiest woman I know. When I see you all I can think of is making love to you." I have strawberry blonde hair, big green eyes, stand five foot nothing, and have giant tits. I could get top billing in any issue of Score magazine. "Gwen is not going to believe this is me! No way in the world!" I thought about it a minute, "Meka I think we are going to have to trick Gwen to get her to come over here, so that we can convince her that I am me." "I can see the truth in that. What do you want me to do?" she asked. I explained my plan to her. *** "Hello Gwen? My name is Meka. You don't know me, but Doug Gordon asked me to call you. He was lost in the jungle for over a month and is very sick and needs your help." "What can I do?" she answered, "I'm not a nurse." "I don't know either, he just keeps asking for you. I have been trying to nurse him back to health, but he claims that he needs to see you, and that is all that will be able to help him." "If you are a nurse, then you certainly can do more for him than I can. Don't get me wrong, I will help if I can, but I have no idea what I could do to help." "I'm not a nurse either Gwen. Doug's mother sent me over to look after him. He won't let me call an ambulance or take him to the hospital. Can you come to his place and help me convince him to get professional help?" "That stubborn jerk! Yes, I'll be over in twenty minutes and between the two of us, we might be able to beat some sense into him. I'll see you soon Meka, bye." *** "She is on her way Doug. I hate having to lie to her. Are you sure this is the only way?" she looked so remorseful sitting on the sofa, hands clasped sitting on her knees, pinning her navy blue skirt under them. "I don't want to do it either. Just imagine this phone call, 'Hello this is Meka, Doug's wife. He was, turned into a woman by a plant on another world. He wants to know if you will come over and help us be proper earth women.' Do you think she would come over here or hang up on you and think you were nuts?" I explained. "I think she would believe that I probably will be spending winter in a hollow tree," she admitted. Shortly afterward, there was a knock on the door. Meka answered the door as we had planned, while I went into the bedroom. "Hi, I'm Gwen. Are you Meka?" Gwen greeted her. "Yes, I'm Meka. I am happy to meet you. Doug has told me so much about you," Meka said as she gently shook Gwen's hand. "Well Doug never mentioned you I'm afraid. What did he say about me?" Gwen asked with an eyebrow raised, as she doffed her coat and handed it to Meka. "Only that he cares for you deeply and needs your help very much," she told her truthfully. "Oh my, then he told you more than he ever admitted to me!" she was shocked that Doug would open up to this woman about their relationship, more than he ever had to her. "So where is that headstrong fool," she grumbled, arms folded in a defensive posture. "Before you go in and see him, I think that I should prepare you for what you will see. Doug's plane crashed in the jungle. He was hurt in the crash, although not seriously, and when he was well again, he wandered off into the jungle, only to be, attacked by a plant no one in the civilized world has heard of yet. It changed him. So, try not to be too upset when you see him. Are you ready?" Meka explained holding Gwen's hands and looking into her eyes as earnestly as she could. "This sounds crazy, and if I didn't know that this is Doug's apartment I would call the men with the long sleeved white coats that tie in the back, to come and pick you up sister," Gwen told her, uncertainly. "Doug, you can come out now," Meka called to me. I walked out wearing my black skirt, scarlet silk blouse, and two-inch pumps, unable to look Gwen in the eyes, "Hi Gwenie, it's me, Doug." Gwen fainted dead away. *** "Wow, she's really out!" Meka declared as she tried to rouse Gwen. "Maybe we should put her in my bed. We can keep it dark in there so that when she does come out of it, there will only be dim images around her. Maybe that will keep it from hitting her in the face all at once," I thought aloud. "I like it," Meka said as she picked Gwen up and carried her to the bed. I watched as Meka took off Gwen's shoes, her dress, and then panty hose. "Doug, strip down to your undies and crawl in with us," she told me with a sly smile. "What are you up to?" I asked her, as I complied, leaving all three of us close in the bed. "It is an old jungle remedy for shock. Laying with the victim will keep her warm and we can comfort her," she told me as she spooned against Gwen. "Come on don't be shy. I'll bet you two have been closer than this!" "Uh... I'm not taking that bet," I told her as I hugged them both close to me. (Which is not all, that close when you remember how big my boobs are.) "See if, you can wake her Doug," she prompted. "Gwenie, wake up. I need your help dear. Please wake up Gwen," I pleaded as I gently shook her. "Doug?" she mumbled dreamily, "Doug, who is that bimbo I saw in your apartment?" "Meka, is not a bimbo, Gwen," I said rather indignantly. "Noooo, not Meka, the other one," she asked, her eyes still closed. I heard Meka giggling on the other side of Gwen as I told her, "I'm the bimbo, Gwen, Doug." "Doug's a man. Big dick swinging guy, not a bimbo," she replied, as she was rolling over toward my voice. "I was a big dick swinging guy. But I was attacked and now... Well now my girl friend, my lover, just called me a bimbo," I couldn't keep the little choking sound from my voice as the tears threatened to start soaking my pillow. I watched as her eyes fluttered open, focused on me and she recanted, 'I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you a bimbo. Nevertheless, you can't be Doug. He was taller and you don't even look like him at all. Doug has red hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. Even if someone cut his dick off, stuffed gallons of hormones into him, and did extensive surgery, he wouldn't look like you." Meka come to the rescue, "I saw it happen to him. That is the real Doug in front of you, fighting back her tears." "It just isn't possible! Hey, wait a minute! What am I doing in bed with two strange women!" she exclaimed. Meka sat up and told her, "It is an old jungle remedy for shock. You fainted and we thought that this would be the best way to bring you out of it." "Jungle remedy? This is Reno, Nevada, well just outside of Reno, anyway. There isn't a jungle for a thousand miles!" she replied indignantly. "That's it Meka! Can we take her through the spare room and show her?" I sat up looking at Meka hopefully. "No problem! Let's all get dressed," she hopped out of bed and started pulling on her clothes. "You think I'm going anywhere with two strange women who are obviously more than half a bubble off plumb? You two are nuts!" Gwen jumped up and started quickly dressing. "Don't worry Gwen you won't even leave the apartment," I lied, as I finishing slipping, my high heals on. When Gwen was dressed we led her to the spare room, both took her hands, and promptly walked all three of us through the wall. "Ahhh!" Gwen screamed as she passed into the temple, "What the fuck just happened?" "You are now in the jungle of my world," explained Meka with a huge shit eating grin on her face, "and it is a hell of a lot farther than a thousand miles. Oh, and don't faint, the floor is stone and very hard." We both had tight grips on her hands, "Are you two trying to make a fool of me? Big deal, you built a room in the next apartment that looks like a Mayan temple. You don't fool me." Meka and I looked at each other and led Gwen outside into the lush green jungle, where she promptly fainted again. Meka went back to the temple and brought out a bedroll and we lay back down with Gwen and gently brought her back to consciousness. "Gwenie, wake up it's me, Doug the bimbo, wake up and smell the jungle," I giggled at my own silliness. "Doug? Your voice sounds strange. Have you been into the helium again?" she mumbled. I giggled even more and told Meka, "If I breathed in helium now, only dogs would be able to hear me!" "Doug, I had the strangest dream, you were a little blonde who was all boobs. You and another woman walked me through a wall into a jungle. Isn't that wild?" she said sleepily as consciousness returned. "Too bad it wasn't a dream, Gwen," I told her and kissed her lips. "Mmmph!" Gwen's eyes were as big as golf balls, "you kissed me!" "You make it sound like it was the first time, Gwenie. I've been kissing you for more than two years," I told her looking straight into her eyes. "Doug? Is that really you in there?" she started to finally realize we had been telling her the truth. "Yes dear, it is me. See Meka I knew this would work," I lifted myself up on my little arm, my chest bouncing, hither, and yaw. "Jesus, Doug you sure have yourself a pair! You always did like them big!" then she gave me a dirty grin, "how do you like having them yourself?" "To tell you the truth Gwenie, I like them even better on me than on another women," I grinned back. "You haven't had them very long, wait until you get back aches and discover they are in your way all of the time," she insisted, as she started to stand back up. "I think that is a small price to pay for the orgasmic pleasure I get when they are sucked on," I told her as I kissed her lips again. Meka jumped in with, "Hey, why does she get all of the kisses? I'm your wife too!" "You're married! Doug, how could you!" she started clouding up and readied her self to run away. "So are you, Gwen," Meka interjected, "here, I am a priestess, and I declare you married to Doug, and me!" "What?" both Gwen and I declared as we scrambled to our feet. "I must explain. Gwen when I saved Doug from the airplane crash, I yanked him through the portal into the temple, or he would have died in the Amazon, just as my father/mother would have. Back then my other mother was the priestess, who saved him/her. He too impregnated my mother but eventually, the genetic alteration bio-form took his manhood away, when I was only five years old. He was a wonderful mother though and I loved her very much, she was the one who taught me to speak a little English," she informed us both. Gwen was giving me a look like, 'you knew all this?' "This is the first time she ever told me this part. I swear Gwen!" I held my right hand over my heart and my left in the air, except my right hand had actually grasped my nipple. Gwen thought that was, just about the funniest thing she ever saw, and apparently so did Meka, just my luck to screw up like that at a time like this. "If I didn't believe you before Doug, I do now! Any woman who has tits that big would know to put her hand on her upper chest for the over the heart part," she came over to me and hugged me to say she was sorry. Nevertheless, just to rub it in she, cupped my nipple saying, "I forgot you told me that you like how these feel, didn't you. Maybe you were just groping yourself for the thrill." That proved to be a mistake because my knees went all rubbery and I wound up back on the bedroll. "Oh God Doug, I'm sorry! Wow, they really are sensitive," she bent over to help me back up. "Has anyone got a cigarette?" I asked, trying to stand back up and focus my eyes. "Was it good for you?" Meka asked once I was on my feet again. "I'm in love with my new wife... and my first wife too!" this time, I remembered to include Meka, to make up for kissing Gwen twice already, I kissed Meka first. She remembered to support me when she stuck her tongue down my neck. When I could focus my eyes again, I kissed Gwen, expecting a quick peck, but she wrapped her arms around me, squeezing my boobs tight between us, and she cleaned my, tonsils! That girl has a tongue longer than some guy's cocks! "Why don't we finish her off later. Right now, I want to show you one of the plants that did this to Doug," she beckoned us to follow her. Gwen wasn't moving. "Uh, Meka!" I called to get her attention. "What? Aren't you coming?" she stood on the trail ahead of us, fists on hips. Gwen was standing beside me, hands on hips, and yelled back, 'You're crazy if you think I'm going off in this jungle to look at a man-eating plant!" "Why? They don't eat men. They eat their maleness! You two don't have any maleness, so they won't bother with you. Come on," she did the come-hither arm motion, and turned to start up the trail. Gwen and I looked at each other, shrugged, and followed her. A hundred feet or so we caught up with her and she led us off the trail twenty or thirty feet until I recognize the blossom that looked like a woman, "That's one of those suckers, I recognize the lure!" "Only now the scent will not effect you like it did before, they produce a very powerful pheromone, which will draw any male near, straight to it," she informed us, "we use the scent in our chocolates to make the men of our village amorous beyond their control." "I can attest to that! That stuff is like super Viagra! I was so horny I would have made love to a traffic cone!" I admitted. "If we brought some back with us, we could put Pfizer, out of business." "We can bring as much as you want. As long as we can provide for my village, what we need so much," she promised, with an earnest expression on her face. Gwen bit first, "What do your people need?" "Sperm! Lots, of sperm, Doug was only able to impregnate ten of our women before he... she... well you know what I mean," she declared looking down at her small hands as she fretted a small twig. "You knocked up ten women, and were, going to run out on, them?" Gwen was livid as she looked angrily into my face. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, Meka spoke up, "We never told Doug that he was a father. I didn't speak much English then, and the ladies and I just kept stuffing mints into him. We have so few males now, and we frantically needed to get as many of us pregnant as we could. Doug only did as we wanted, and as his body had to." "I am sorry I did not try harder to tell you Doug." "Gwen, I think that Doug believed that he was still in the jungles of the Amazon. He never knew that no matter how far he walked, he would not have ever found any more people here." "These plants have almost wiped out all of the people of our world, and worst of all we brought it upon ourselves. Down in the vegetation overrun cities, where once my people thrived, a scientist created these plants long ago. They were supposed to genetically recondition people vastly extending our lives, but the plants mutated and began thriving off, of the Y chromosome. Now they will extend life but only for males, and only once. Doug is now almost ten years younger than when the plant attacked." When she was finished, all Gwen and I could do was stand there with our mouths open. Meka brought us back to our senses by prompting, "Come let us return to Doug's apartment. We have much to do." Gwen and I just followed her in silence. We entered the temple and walked out into my living room. "Other than marrying me to you two, why did you call?" Gwen chided, as we took seats and made ourselves comfortable. "Oh shit! Where are my manors? Can I get either of you anything to eat, or drink?" I stood up ready to go to the kitchen. "Doug, you have been missing for over a month, and before that you were on assignment in Brazil. Do you actually have anything in your refrigerator?" Gwen knew me so well. "Better than that, I have freshly made groceries!" I scurried to my stash of food that I had brought with me. There were some of those weird fruits, which reminded me of grapes, the size of softballs, some of the jerked meat, which Meka had been, feeding me, a jug of that unreal brandy, and forty or fifty pieces of chocolate mints. I grabbed three snifters and small plates, put everything on a tray including knives, and presented it to my guests. "Doug, what is this? I've never seen anything like them," Gwen marveled as she picked up a grape. "Be' Chu," supplied Meka, "very tasty, and they're good for you." "I never knew what they were called, but I love them! Try the jerky too," I tempted her with a hunk, while Meka helped her self. "Good selection Doug, everything here lasts a long time without going bad. Here, Gwen, try the chocolate," Meka handed her a piece. "Are you trying to get me into bed?" Gwen had already heard about this chocolate. "Don't worry Gwen, the only effect it has on women is to make you incredibly attractive to men, and that only lasts an hour," Meka informed us both. Gwen bit into one of them, "Mmmm, this in wonderful. Look out, Hershey's." "Thank you, the mark on them is mine so this is one of my own batches. This was a good idea Doug, I hadn't realized how hungry I was," she leaned over and kissed my cheek. "We need to answer Gwen's question though, why we need her. I will bet that she has a pretty good idea anyway." "Gwen, it should be painfully obvious to you," I started, "that we have no idea how to be women, back here on dear old planet Earth. Neither Meka, nor I know the first thing about styles of dress, make-up, lingerie, shoes, hairstyle, etiquette, and in my case, feminine hygiene." "Oh, girl lessons! That makes sense," she agreed. "If I'm your wife now this should be fairly easy. It is a good thing that you have a California King mattress, or else there wouldn't be room for both of your wives you, bigamist you. When do I move in? Ooh, and what do you want me to teach you first?" Gwen was in fine form. "I promised Mrs. Doug that we would go shopping after you got here, and I hate to disappoint the little woman," Meka told her then wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "In that case we had better get you both dressed for the public, follow me ladies," with that said, Gwen marched into the bedroom. "Judging by what I saw earlier, you two have figured out panties, and to some extent bras. We need to get you two into pantyhose, the outfits can go back on after that later," she tossed a package to Meka and one to me. "I am going out to my car and bring in my overnight bag and make- up case. When you put the pantyhose on, be sure to bunch them up until you can just poke your toes in, and then un- bunch them as you draw them up your legs. Be careful and don't pull on them hard, or you will put your finger through them." Gwen left us to wrestle our pantyhose, while she went to her car. Once I had them on the little light in my head went on, and I began to quicken my pace and dressed quickly, "That goof! I'll be right back Meka," since she, was, several stages behind me, "I have to go help Gwen. The stuff she is bringing was hard for me to carry when I was a big strapping man. It will take at least three of four trips. That woman packs for a full week when she visits!" I scooted out the door, past the suitcase that was already waiting at the door, and out to catch Gwen at her car, "Need a hand beautiful?" She did her Southern Bell impression, "Wha ma deah are you trahin to pick lil ole me up?" "No way, you are bigger than I am now. I just thought you could use some help with carrying all of this stuff!" I admitted, as I took her make-up case and another small case, "And since you are so big and strong, you can take the big suitcase," I giggled my head off, usually I was the big and strong one, and would carry the heavy stuff. This time, Gwen packed it, she carries, it! We both trotted to my apartment together, and I asked her, "Is this all of it?" "Yes, we have it all, why?" she looked at me suspiciously. "I was wondering why you packed so light this time is all," I said as I tried to maintain an innocent expression, but was failing miserably. "Wow, it sure is you, in there Doug. If you really were a girl, you would know that I brought only the barest, essentials," she admonished me. When we reached my front door, it was, closed, and locked. The little light on top of my head came on and I remarked, "Shit, I don't have my keys!" "Don't worry Doug, I brought mine, I had to use them to open my car," she explained, "usually they reside in my purse, which is on your end table at this particular time. No worry though, Meka is still in there and would open the door if we knocked." She whipped out her key and gained us access to my abode. "You better go and get your plastic Doug, your whole wallet for that matter and drop it in my purse, then meet me in the bathroom," she trotted off with her make-up case, leaving all of the others in the living room. I stuffed my wallet into Gwen's purse, then grabbed a couple of her bags, which I could barely lift, and waddled them into the bedroom, where they could be unpacked and permanently put away in the closet and dressers. When I popped into the bathroom, Meka was sitting on a chair that was normally in my bedroom, while Gwen was applying her war paint. "This isn't going to be exactly right. You have darker skin than either of us, so most of my make-up will not be right for you, but we'll make do," she informed Meka as she was just applying the finishing touches, "we will stop at the Est?e Lauder, counter in the mall and have them help pick out the right color tones for you. Oh, hi Doug, and you too." "She will be done... now. Okay Meka take a look and tell me if you like it," Gwen spun Meka toward the mirror. "Is that, me? I look like the women on the television," she marveled. Gwen used a hand towel to flick pretend hair off of the chair and hollered, "Next victim!" I gulped hard, and sat down in front of her saying, "Be gentle it's my first time." I was panting so fast that I was becoming, light headed. "Relax silly, it's just a little make-up," she started with the foundation, and went on from there. When she was finished, I wanted to fuck me. "I don't know if I want to go with you two, now," Gwen told us, "with you two along, I'll be the ugly one," she bemoaned her own good work. "Don't worry Gwen there will be plenty of leftovers," I teased as I stood and inspected her work again. She slapped my ample ass in retribution, "Quit gawking at yourselves, and lets get on with it." We all marched out to Gwen's car and spent hours shopping, buying clothed, underwear, dresses, blouses, skirts, slacks, shoes, pursed, make-up, and even feminine protection. On our way home Gwen dragged us through a grocery where we picked up two hundred bucks in groceries, and yes bagboy, we wanted help out with that! It took us a dozen trips each to unload Gwen's SUV. We put away the groceries, but all agreed that we were too bushed to do it all. Meka and I stumbled into the bedroom, with Gwen lagging behind a few seconds. When she caught up with us, she hag two baby doll nighties in her hands, "You lovelies might want to put these on. You are going to look so hot, but not until you march into that bathroom and remove that make-up ladies." "Oh, do we have to," I moaned like a nine year old. "Jump to it girls or no sex tonight," she clapped her hands sharply in a motherly fashion. She followed us in and showed us the miracle of cold cream. We turned out the lights and dropped into bed, and no, we didn't have sex, it was a really, tough day after all. The next morning on the other hand was something else entirely. I don't know who decided that I was the meat in this sandwich, but when I opened my eyes, I had Meka on one side and Gwen on the other and they seemed to have a new fascination with my tits. "Look how her little legs go rigid and quiver when you suck these perfect, huge, jiggly orbs! And look at the way her head thrashes back and forth," Gwen told Meka as she manipulated my nipple. "Did you notice her toes are clenched and her feet are pointed?" Meka returned. "Mmmm yes, Doug? Do you want any thing dear?" Gwen asked innocently. "Fuck me, fuck me. Please fuck me!" I begged. "It sounds like our little Doug here is a slut! All right since you asked so nice. Gwen, go ahead with that lovely strap-on," Meka urged. There is no way to describe it to someone without a vulva, what being penetrated like that feels like. You'll just have to believe me, if it is done right, it feel wonderful! Gwen banged me while Meka suckled and diddled my clit. My only job at that point was to deafen the neighborhood dogs. Those two wicked women made me orgasm twice and then, Gwen used her tonsil tickler on my clit, ducking into my vagina from time to time, to make me cum again. When I it looked like I could take no more, they nuzzled me and held me until I could control my body again. "Doog? Is Doog good?" Meka teased me. Gwen snickered, "Is that how you talked before you came here? That is so hot! You could have half the men in this city with that native girl routine. There would be a line at the front door half a mile long waiting their turn," she informed Meka. When I pulled Doug into my world, that's all the better I could talk. I spent two days watching television, and practicing before I could become somewhat proficient in your language," Meka assured Gwen. I was, recovered enough for that to bring up a question, "Two days? I, fainted for two days?" "Not exactly... I gave you something to keep you asleep. The transformation can be a great strain on a man. I felt it was best," she admitted. "You went two days without eating?" I asked not believing that she had. "No Doug, I made a couple trips to the village so that they would know where we were, and what had happened to you. Oh and two of your wives will be visiting us in... oops! About a minute!" she leapt out of bed in her baby doll, with us following more slowly. There were two women standing in the living room looking completely lost, but once they saw Meka, their faces lit up and they ran to hug her. They chattered away in the singsong language I remembered. I heard 'Doog', and saw Meka point at me. It was a good thing I was paying attention because they shot down the hallway and latched onto me hugging me from both sides. They started kissing my cheeks saying, "Doog," they were saying other words I did not know as well, but I knew they were happy to see me. Meka was still talking to them, when suddenly they let me go and latched onto Gwen, saying, "Gween." Close enough I guess, because it brought a huge smile to her face, as they kissed her too. "What did you tell them?" I asked Meka, curious to know. "I told them to greet your newest wife and that she will be a great asset to our world," Meka told me in a conspiratorial whisper.