Sauce for the Goose
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What's Sauce for the Goose...
I worked for an accounting firm in the mailroom, sorting and delivering
packages for the company. It's a nothing job with no real future, but
it paid my bills...barely.
Six months ago, I met a gal in a bookstore. I managed to hit it off
with her because of a few novels we'd read in common, and over the
course of a few dates, I convinced her that my sparse lifestyle gave me
a lot of time and freedom that could be focused on her. She bought it
and eventually moved in with me.
We had less in common than we hoped and we fought a lot of the time,
but the make-up sex was good and neither one of us figured we could
find a better match, even if we made the effort to break up and move
apart.
It wasn't a great life, but it wasn't a bad one either.
That all changed recently. Permanently, I think.
You see, I was cursed.
Yes, you read that correctly. Cursed.
I wouldn't believe it if I were you either. I mean, all I did to that
crazy old woman was tell her to mind her own business. Okay, so maybe I
shouldn't have been reading those particular magazines on a bus, but
she didn't have to look at them over my shoulder either. And if she
hadn't sounded off at me about being perverted, I wouldn't have
insulted her back so much either. Things kept getting hotter until
finally, with temper flaring, she stabbed her finger out toward the
magazine in my lap.
"Do you think the women on those pages want to be ogled like that?" she
said.
"If they didn't, they're beautiful enough they could have any other job
they wanted. No one has a gun to their heads" I retorted.
"You don't know what makes them do those things." With that, she leaned
over the seat and tapped the top of my head...twice. "But you will."
That's it. Nothing else, I swear. The bus had just stopped at that
point, so she stood quickly, smiled wryly at me and waddled off onto
the street. I don't know her name and I don't remember ever seeing her
before or since.
It was odd and strange, certainly. But once the bus started moving
again, I just folded the magazine over, and when the bus finally paused
at my stop, I hot-footed it around the block and to my apartment
building.
Jamie was home that night. She'd just lost her waitressing position
because of a management change at the restaurant, so she had a lot of
free-time. She mostly wasted it on net surfing and reading.
She was bored, I was bored, and the evening was warm. When we realized
nothing was on television, we decided to burn the night having sex. I
would say "making love", but that just wasn't the way things were
between us. So we had sex.
Like a lot of couples, our sex life was largely routine. I went down on
her for a while until she was nice and wet, then she climbed on top,
rode out four or five good orgasms, until finally she rolled off and
sucked me off for the big finish. It was a great routine and we were
both pretty happy with it.
But this time, while she was busy swallowing my cock, I started
fantasizing about her. I thought about the way she looked now and how
the blowjob might feel if she had the thick, luscious lips that I saw
on the girls in my magazines. You know, the kind of mouth that looks
like she's asking for only one thing, no matter whether she's smiling
or pouting. I thought about those lips riding up and down on my pole
and I swear I got a half-inch thicker. Envisioning Jamie with those
lips made me think of her as a "cocksucker" for the first time and I
got into it, dreaming about how her lips would be incredibly sensitive,
somehow hardwiring her throat into her pleasure centers so that when I
came in her mouth, she would come hard too.
It was good. I mean very good. I could hear Jamie being happy with how
hard I was, her moans and her tongue and lips meshing my senses
together until I absolutely lost it, exploding into her throat. At the
same time, Jamie's body trembled and quaked in what was obviously
orgasm, but she stayed locked to my cock, taking every drop of my come
as I spasmed.
Acutely drained, I lay back breathing hard. Jamie lay where she had
sprawled after I exploded, obviously recovering from a major orgasm
herself. The bedroom was dark, so I couldn't see much more than her
form, and I let my mind play a bit further.
Even starting to think about how exciting that had been got my unit
stirring a bit. I started thinking about how it would be great if Jamie
was kind of...addicted...to cocksucking. Like she would start getting a
little bit hornier a little bit at a time all day until she was finally
so ravenous for my seed, she'd do anything for it. That was a good one.
Sure enough, I felt a tiny stirring of desire nudge through my cock
again and it didn't seem to be going away.
I felt over toward Jamie and she was already moving toward me, looking
for snuggles, I guess. But I met her with my mouth, kissing down her
breast and belly, questing down for her legs and the warmth between.
Jamie normally pulls away after sex, being overly sensitive right
afterward, but this time, she rolled up and let her legs splay apart. I
moved between her thighs, kissing down her legs, ignoring the light
stubble from her being lazy and not shaving and finally kissing down to
her feet. In the darkness, I ignored the senses from my fingers and I
imagined her ankles thin and delicate, toes pointed down and heels soft
and supple, built to showcase sandals with long, tapered heels. I could
practically feel them that way beneath my hands and Jamie gasped as I
must have accidentally tickled her foot with my caress.
Still playful, Jamie rotated around until she could grab me. She used
my body as a climbing post, pulling her way around, digging in slightly
with her fingernails. Her movements were catlike, so I imagined her
fingers to be long and thin with pointed nails of that particular deep
red I had seen on Catwoman posters, perfectly manicured into points
like claws.
And that's when I noticed the changes. Her nails were longer suddenly.
It wasn't a huge change, but it was real enough to shock me out of the
eroticism of the moment. I rolled over and slapped the wall switch by
the bed. Looking back at Jamie, I saw her naked and gasping in
surprise.
Her nails were easily two inches long and blood red. Her regular chunky
thighs and calves were the same, but now tapered down to amazingly
petite and feminine feet. And her lips...oh, how her lips said "sex" in
all of its forms. Soft and velvety, almost bouncing weightlessly with
her slow, langorous movements, all packaged into a perfect bow, and
dyed a red to match her nails.
That was it. Those were the only changes. But exactly the changes I had
imagined while we writhed together in sex.
And now Jamie was pointing at me. She was saying something. I focused
on her enough to hear her say "What? What happened to you?!?"
We have a mirror on our bedroom wall over the dresser. I glanced up
from the bed toward the mirror and saw something completely
unbelievable. So I looked down at Jamie (those lips!) and looked up at
the mirror again.
Those lips were still there...but...on my face, as well! Those
beautiful, sexy, silken, cocksucking lips were on MY face. Suddenly
fearful, I looked down at my hands and saw those same two-inch blood-
red nails atop beautiful feminine fingers emerging from my mannish
arms. A moment's glance more brought home the sight of graceful ankles
and feet growing out of my hairy legs.
I know I lost it. I kneeled on the bed staring at the mirror, touching
those nails to those (my!) lips. A moment later, Jamie came out of the
shock of seeing my changes enough that she finally saw how she had
changed herself, and then she lost it also. We spent a lot of time
saying shouting things like "How?" and "Why?" and "This can't
happen!"...but it obviously could happen and we didn't know how or why.
Eventually, we calmed down enough to think about the situation a bit
more. Now, it wasn't that I had forgotten about the old crone on the
bus, but there just wasn't any reason to put two and two together
between that woman and these changes. It simply didn't occur to me.
But I did know that I had fantasized those changes about Jamie, and
that somehow it had changed her AND me at the same time. I'm not
dishonest so I told Jamie about it right away. I wanted to help as much
as I could. After all, how was I going to go out in public with ankles
that could only wear size-six, 4" heels and with luscious lips that
didn't fit the face of a man at all.
"Well, first things first," she said". "There'll be no more fantasizing
from you until we figure out what's going on here."
Her lips quivered and bounced while she talked. It made her speak with
a tiny bit of lisp, like a young child and it was sexy as hell.
"Yeah...well...quit moving those lips and I'll stop thinking about you
using them on me."
She glared. "That's exactly what I mean! Stop it now! If you think
about anything in particular, like me having bigger boobs or
something..."
I mean, really. How the hell did she think saying something like that
wasn't going to make me think about it? Besides, she'd never been
anything special in that area and I'd had lots of fantasies about my
"perfect gal". When she said "bigger boobs", the first thing I flashed
to was...
"Ah!" she cried out as her breasts began to swell to at least a DD size
on her chest. I didn't have more than a moment to stare before my own
chest began to swell, the hair fading back into my chest as the skin
wriggled and writhed into a new ballooning shape. The nipples of my new
breasts expanded and grew, sticking out rigidly while the rest of my
chest became soft and luxurious.
"Don't touch them!" I gasped.
Her gasp told me she had already done just that. I feared to touch my
own new breasts as my fantasies all involved women that became
incredibly horny when they touched themselves and I had to assume I'd
just done the same thing here.
Sure enough, I could hear Jamie's breath getting labored and fast. Her
hands moved down her middrift until her long red nails began twitching
and playing at her clit. I could smell the scent of her excitement and
I quivered, desperate to join her, my own red nails poised and hovering
above the twin melons on my chest despite my mind trying to think of
anything other than sex or more changes.
My cock rose hard and unchecked, roused from its spent lethargy by the
rampage on my senses. When I looked at Jamie, I saw that she was
pleasuring herself with her fingers already, somehow becoming so turned
on that she'd forgotten the situation entirely, at least for the
moment.
I tried to sit up, but my boobs were much larger than I had imagined
and they flopped to one side, tugging painfully as I rose from the
matress. Forgetting myself for just a moment, I grabbed them to steady
myself.
The feeling was unimaginable. It was like an explosion going off in my
head, chest and cock all at once. My mind at once locked onto the
feeling of my nails and hands roaming across my virgin breasts and my
new nipples stood erect at once, begging for attention. I moved my hand
to grasp at the nipple and it felt at once as if Jamie was stroking my
cock, my nipple-tweaking taking on the feelings of a stupendous hand-
job on my chest.
I felt myself getting hornier and hotter as I rubbed and tweaked and
prodded at my new treasures until I finally could stand it no more. I
threw myself toward Jamie, pushing her legs apart and plunging my cock
deep into her waiting pussy.
My mind unraveled. As I kissed her (our lips mashed sensuously
together), I imagined her eyes to be blue and smokily made up for sex.
As I nibbled her ear, I thought how luxurious she'd look with long
blonde wavy tresses. As I pounded her pussy, I imagined the extra
weight she carried around her gut was tan, tight skin and taut muscles
instead. As I fucked her doggy style, I thought about how much better
it would be to fuck a firm, peach-like ass. I imagined her with a small
turned-up nose, high cheekbones and a pure look of sex in her eyes at
all times. I roamed my new thin fingers and nails down her legs and
imagined them hairless, shapely and sexy.
And all these changes happened.
We avoided the mirror. Neither of us wanted to admit that the changes
were for both, each of us pretending that only the other had changed.
I couldn't imagine getting hornier, but my libido still increased, my
cock seeming to strain and grow a bit with each passing moment, while
my body had changed to that of the blue-eyed blonde sexual creature of
my horniest fantasy.
Jamie finally seemed to sense my growing sexual distress, licked her
lips erotically as she began to stroke at my cock. As she moved her
hand up and down, she slowly writhed down toward my groin, smiling
suggestively along the way.
As her lips (those luxurious lips!) parted before moistening my cock's
crown, I was shocked to realize my initial reaction was jealousy that
she got to do it instead of me. That she would always have a pussy and
my own sweet (cocksucking) lips would only taste her pussy, instead of
savoring a glorious cock like mine.
It was just a moment's idle thought. That's all it was. But Jamie's
gasp was sudden and when her hands stopped moving on my rod, I had to
look down to find out why.
Jamie's pussy had completely disappeared, leaving a duplicate of my own
stiff and raging cock behind. Jamie's expression changed suddenly,
becoming almost ferocious with need, and she flung her legs around
until her new cock dangled in front of my face while she still covered
my rod with her own mouth. I didn't waste a moment considering how it
happened...I was mesmerized by her cock, by the vision of each vein
throbbing in motion, the head pulsating and tight, with the tip already
glistening with promise.
I took it into my throat and began pumping back and forth like I'd been
sucking cock for years, slurping and sucking at that magnificent rod.
Jamie and I sucked each other relentlessly, our passions mounting
higher and higher as the changes continued.
It's been days now. We've figured out most of the rules of the curse
now and we've learned to take care of ourselves during the ebbs after
each sexual bout. It seems that I'm the key, and whatever I fantasize
happens to Jamie, but then it happens to me also. I can't seem to
change us back, because it only works if I'm sexually fantasizing the
image, and well...the way we used to look isn't something I can work
into a sexual fantasy, especially now that I've sampled my this new
reality.
There have been other changes. Jamie and I both have assholes that seem
to be valved so it acts "normally" when relaxed, but when we're horny
(which is most of the time) the valve closes and it acts like a vagina,
with clits at the top of the hole directly wired to our pleasure
centers. Getting fucked in the ass is a very pleasurable experience for
both of us, and since we are pretty constantly horny, our cocks are
generally stiff and active. Let's just say that we've gotten over any
inhibitions about buttfucking we might have had.
Besides, we're still addicted to each others' sperm. It seems that
stray idle thought I had, that Jamie would need my stuff every day or
she'd go totally into animal heat is still true. But I need Jamie's
load and she needs mine to keep the heat at bay. Okay, that mostly
works out to our mutual satisfaction, but it's still a sort of tether.
Neither of us can be more than a day away from the other or we both
suffer the most embarrassing rutting heats and we'll fuck almost
anything during that time until we finally get to taste the other.
Other than that, we're two completely beautiful, terribly horny she-
males that aren't much good for anything other than sex and pornos. So
that's what we do now, working out of a Vegas cathouse that takes
practically everything we make, but gives us room and board. Which is
all we need, really. A bed and each other.
I wonder if that old woman meant the curse to work out this way or not.
It's true that I'm rarely satisfied for long, but I'm satisfied often.
I hope she's satisfied too.
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