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All Lovers' Desires So it had happened that Steve, upset that his fiancee, attractive and willfull, had been unwilling to incorporate "power tools" into their love making. That she in fact had discouraged every hint of experimentation or kink in their play, and coming home from work one day, Steve had chanced to stop at an out of the way store because of a detour. "Young man, I can see that you are troubled but I believe I can help you." The shopkeeper saw Steve start to interrupt and countered with, "No, please, allow me to finish first. As I was saying, a couple who do not share their desires can not truly grow to find happiness. I have an elixir in this store which can ease your toubles. "This elixir will share your desires with your partner. Give it to your lover and she will not only become receptive to your desires, she will be able to grow to accomodate them, everything inside of her can be changed, but new desires and changes can only be expressed until you have passed your seed unto the receiver's womb. "But beware, the magic is so strong that the receiver will be receptive to the desires of all of the men she encounters, and seldom are the desires of three resolved as one expects." With that, the shop keeper gave Steve a small bag. "Perhaps you can use it as a sweetener in her morning coffee? It will cause drowsiness, and begin its true effects two hours after it is cosumed." Steve asked the shopkeeper what the fee was, but the shopkeeper replied, "You are a devoted lad, accept this as a gift to honor you and your lover. If the world had more such, it would be a truly better place." Luke came to in a world which was dim and sluggish. He remembered going to Steve's house, taking the spare key hidden by the door, going inside and being surprised by Barb in the dining room. He had only meant to drop off a packet for Steve, and not wake Barb. "She's staying home tomorrow, trying to get over the flu and really just needs the rest," Steve had said in passing the previous night. Seeing her in the room was one surprise. Seeing her up and around and so energetic looking was another, since Steve hardly ever bent the truth. When Barb walked over, put her arms around him and kissed him, he was shocked, standing there holding Steve's package in one hand and the spare key in the other. When the kiss became french, the package landed on the table and he didn't notice where the keys went, paying attention only to Barb's supple flesh. Somehow they managed to get up the stairs and in to the bedroom without losing any clothes, although nimble fingers made quick work after that. Barb was even better looking naked than Luke had thought she'd be, even though she had worn fairly flattering clothes as long as he had known her. The two rapidly became a jumble of arms and legs on the bed, Luke wanting desperately to make up for lost time. What had happened next, he wondered. He recalled being in bed with a transformed Barb, and hearing a door open, followed by Steve's voice downstairs. He had started to panic, that much he could remember, and Barb had seductively clung to his back, the press of her newly enlarged breasts another distraction in the approaching disaster. A quick nibble to his ear, a breathy "I know the perfect place for you to hide if you desire it..." and a giggle, even more uncharacteristic of Barb. "Where," he had asked, excitedly, trying to turn around but being stopped by the press of warm hands and body. "Just close your eyes and think of putting yourself in my hands, I'll do the rest..." As much to avoid the looming disaster as giving in to that voice, he had done so and the only feeing he remembered was like being surrounded by warm, damp towels but somehow never leaving Barb's embrace. "I'm dreaming," he thinks, wandering without volition around a dim recollection of Steve's house. Had there been a confrontation, a fight? Had it gone badly? Had he been killed by his friend over a lover and forced to haunt the house? He came to stop in front of a narrow arch he couldn't quite remember, and heard Barb's voice in his dream. "Do you remember yet? Think about seeing and feeling clearly, and if you want it enough it will help." In his dream state, he didn't protest, and the room snapped into focus, the weight of a long bath robe and the stiffness of hardwood on bare feet coming back to him. He felt sore and stiff, and his body felt oddly different, but he couldn't quite figure out the difference before Barb, the new and improved Barb, interrupted his thoughts with the simple act of waving from the archway. He returned the wave automatically and turned, heading back into the bedroom. The robe fell off with a shrug, landing on the carpet, and he lay down on the bed on top of the covers. "Close your eyes and think of me," he heard Barb say, and his dream shifted to her, naked, on top of the bed. He felt a quickening in his chest, and Barb giggled and rolled over, alone on the bed. She was propped up by her elbows now, breasts pressed together and against the bed, providing an excellent view of cleavage. In his dream, he could see her sexy body on display, and apart from the giggle, it was Barb from the other day, not the strangely improved Barb from before Steve's return, and he missed those changes. "So, you did like me better", she said as she changed in ways both subtle and obvious, a slight narrowing of the waist, a renewed bounce and volume in the breasts, a slight lengthening of the hair and legs, and other changes, closer to her recent appearance. "Ah, that feels soo good", she said to no one in particular, flopping on her back and wiggling about. It was how he imagined the younger Barb would have looked and acted: vibrant, playfull, and that greedy sexuality she had been showing him earlier. That same sexuality brought an arm up to her chest, a hand to her breast, and fingers to a nipple which reacted quickly. His heart jumped in response. "Ooh", she purred, "I bet I know what you'd like." Bringing her hand up to her mouth and licking thumb and forefinger, "I bet you'd love to know what this feels like," followed by another giggle as the hand made its return journey. His heart raced, and then jumped again as he dreamed the sensation, fingers on pliant flesh, and pliant flesh springing to arousal from the prodding of nimble fingers. Her fingers began to roam, widening the scope of her self-exploration, bringing out a blush to her smooth skin, and he felt their hearts racing together. Panting slightly, she purred out, "Do you want to feel all of me, baby? I'm ready to give it to you." Her hands, their caresses having reached her hips, departed for seperate lands, one venturing towards that precious crevasse between her legs, and the other continuing its mission of tender exploration. Barb's hair and the bed sheets were in total disarray, her other extremeties not remaining placid. "Surely this dream is too much, and I will awake in eruption," thought Luke, as feminine hand reached divide and stimulated moist flesh. Barb's breathed reply filled his dream, "You wouldn't want to miss the fireworks, would you, darling?" Solitary thumb tweaked nub, and single probing fingers plunged into her depths. Luke lost track of Barb's other hand and, as in a tunnel, the room beyond the bed lost focus. Luke's world exploded into a river of stars, each star a nerve crying out in delight, and the background became Barb's voice filled with those stars, her hips were off of the bed, back arched, her one hand still in motion at the head of the river, the other returning to its mission of caress, its mysterious detour complete. The hand between her legs stopped its motion for agonizing seconds, crossing her body to grasp near the bedding, returning, and Luke felt a pressure unexpected in his dream. Just as the tide was about to go out, a hum joined the stars in Barb's voice and in the air. The river of stars became a flood rushing through Barb's body, flowing in and out with a coursing tide as her hand and hips bucked together and apart. Luke struggled to keep a float in that torrent, and wanted nothing else in the world more than to be driving that tide with his own hands. Suddenly the tide became a flood which overcame him, washing over everything in the room and filling his dream. He heard Barb's voice shout out clearly as he thought, "Yes! Yes! Oh, god, yes!" His dream went to darkness as the tide washed over him, anchored to the bed by the pressure of that same tide. Steve drove his car down the road. He was nearly home from work, and had stayed late to make up for running back home during the day for those files he had forgotten. He wondered if Barb was still napping, as she had been in the bedroom when he had stopped by. Not that he could complain, mind, not when her appearance had improved so much in so short a time. If her attitude changes a fraction of that, he'd be the happiest man in the world. He quietly went inside and snuck up to their room, and was surprised by the condition of the bed when he cracked the door open. There Barb was, naked as the dawn, atop the crumpled bedding and purring along inside her was the toy she had vowed never to touch days before. Grinning, he tip toed across to the bed, gently put a hand on her nearest breast, and pressed his lips to hers. Her body rose to meet his, fingers moving quickly to remove his shirt and other excess clothing while keeping as much of their flesh in contact as would allow. Angles and motion defeated friction and Barb's toy shifted and fell to the carpet. In his dream, Luke had returned to the bedroom where Barb lay in the torrent of stars and started kissing her. In response, Barb had risen up in the river and started removing Luke's extraneous clothing, a hunger building inside of her. He felt a pinch on his chest and opened his eyes in surprise. The tide went out in Luke's dream as he woke and saw that he was not kissing Barb, he was kissing Steve! He could feel his hands moving to take off Steve's remaining clothes, but found himself unable to stop. His body cast a seductive glance down, and he saw an even greater surprise. He could see Steve's barely contained erection past Barb's breasts! Steve wasn't kissing him, he was kissing Barb, well on their way to going beyond that. Steve had tweaked Barb's nipple and grinned deviously when her eyes shot open in surprise. He was glad that he could indulge himself and that Barb was sure to enjoy it. He wasn't going to be mean or selfish in this, so he was sure that Barb would forgive him later. He saw Barb gaze down, and followed that gaze, thinking of everything Barb hadn't wanted to try earlier and that he could try now. Luke's gaze returned to Steve and they resumed a kiss. Luke moved to break the kiss, attempting to ask, "What's going on," but after their lips parted Steve looked thoughtfully at Barb's lips. Luke was stunned as he felt Barb's lips fill. "oh, that's definitely for his benefit," he heard his male voice say in his thoughts. By its own volition, Barb's body glanced down and Luke could see that Steve was no longer in boxers, his member erect and free. "What's going on," Luke pleaded in his thoughts, surprised even more that his internal voice now matched Barb's voice. He was helpless as he bent to embrace Steve's member with Barb's new lips. The idea repulsed him but the closer he bent, the weaker the feeling became and the more excited he felt. His old voice broke through his thoughts. "You're changing to fulfill Steve's every desire, sweety, just as I was changing to fulfill yours until you wanted my body so badly that you got it. I really want you to remember who you were through all of this." Just as Barb's mouth opened and began a kiss to admit Steve's member, he felt his mind shift and bubble, starting to form a male core surrounded by a Barb personna which continued to move his body. The influence of the Barb personna started to weaken, but it was slow. He heard Steve say out loud, "I guess you'll know how I like it, huh?" Luke could feel the Barb portion of his mind growing as it gained skills and ideas in response to Steve's desires. He suddenly realized that not all of the ideas were coming from Steve, and that Barb, wherever she was, was also pushing her desires into the new mind. While these thoughts were running through his head, Luke had bent down and grasped Steve's member, gently stroking it as Barb's mouth followed behind to administer the kiss. That kiss became a lick, and Luke was on Barb's knees, tasting and moistening Steve's rapidly growing appendage. After a quick mouthing of each testicle, Luke squatted down, Barb's head tilted back, and she swallowed Steve's sword whole. Both Steve's and Barb's eyes shot open in delight when, as Barb drew back and forth, Steve continue to fill more and more of Barb's throat, his member much longer than six inches now. "Why are you helping him against me," Luke wailed in question, ashamed at thinking in Barb's voice, doubly ashamed of what he was doing to Steve, and ashamed even more that he was enjoying it because Barb's body was enjoying it and Steve was trying to share. He could feel each of Steve's dream version of Barb's thoughts splash up against his core, even though he couldn't hear them, and the motion was seductive. "I thought I loved that bastard. We were engaged and you knew it. You dropped by and when I started changing into your dream version of me, you didn't even try to stop me, just because you had the hots for your friend's fiancee. It would have served you right if Steve had found us instead of you cowardly hiding from him. Instead, you'll be his dream Barbie instead of me. I hope you enjoy learning to swallow," Barb raged in his voice. However unintentionally, Luke felt his mental bubble shift after Barb's rant. His mind, the forming mind of the dream Barb, and the changing Barb's body were now Barbie, with his mind a small bubble afloat in the expanding Barbie's mind. He could still feel and try to move Barbie's body, but too much risked the seperation, and he could feel Barbie as a seductive presence surrounding him and occasionally pressing in on him or trying to draw him out. Luke couldn't tell if Barbie's neck had lengthened or not to admit even more of Steve's expansion, but Steve's sword was now pulsing, and it was all Steve could do to swallow without drowning with smile on Barbie's face. As Steve started to deflate, Barbie continued pumping up and down the shaft, and deliberately, although she made a sexy and unconvincing 'oops' face, she let several spurts land on her face, chest, and one leg. Luke wanted to burn crimson in shame, but his new face only blushed attractively. Taking a finger to her face, Barbie grabbed a glob and popped it in her mouth, sucking her finger as it came out clean, and making Luke unable to avoid sharing the taste. "Oh, baby, you're delicious and so virile." Steve sat down to recover, his eyes going back to Barbie as she put on a show of cleaning herself off using her mouth and fingers. Her nipples were still at attention from the cleaning her breasts received as she brought her hand to the spot on her leg, Steve's eye following the entire show. The last spot clean, her eyes shot up to meet Steve's eyes and shot back down to her leg and followed his gaze to her rear end. Luke felt Barbie's rear expand and grow more padded, and Barbie took that as her cue to plop around onto the bed and roll over, wiggling her rear end suggestively in the air. Steve had by now recovered and was still slightly lubricated, so he wasted no time getting up behind Barbie and pushed himself into Barbie's anal cavity. Luke felt Barbie's body shift right before Steve's impact, and he had a brief image in his head from an old porn movie before the idea was swept off into the sea of Barbie's mind. Steve and Barb let out gasps of surprise, aloud and mentally, as Barbie pulled Steve's legs out from under him, causing him to land with his back on the bed as Barbie bounced up and down. Topping the maneuver, she speared herself with the newly relocated dildo, holding it so that the dildo and Steve's cock alternated in and out of her body. As Barbie approached her first orgasm for this ride, Luke realised that the dildo was now longer than it should be, unless the dildo was changing as well, and was now much closer to the custom dildo from that scene. "What an interesting idea," he heard Barb say in his head. "I wonder what else I should know about you..." and Luke felt an itching sensation in his mind until both he and Barb were hit by Barbie's second orgasm. Luke could only imagine what Barb would do next, but she had cut that link, appearantly weary of the trail which had led him into Barbie. He felt Steve tense up, and something unexpected happened. The open end of the dildo Barbie was riding had a penis shaped head on it, and that head started ejaculating when Steve came, causing Barbie to mirror Steve's "O" face as she experienced a very different, very focused male orgasm. Barbie threw her back onto Steve's chest and was pumping the dildo up and down with both hands as it deflated, Steve and Barbie continuing to pump their bodies in unison, Steve's hands caressing Barbie's breasts as the dildo's spray landed there. Luke's mind was swimming in the mix of sensations, and twice he caught himself moving Barbie's body and grunting in pleasure. All too soon, Barbie was simply reclining on Steve's back as she and Steve idly fondled her body. "What was that," Barb asked in surprise during the calm. "I guess Steve wanted you to enjoy anal sex more," was Luke's answer, and Luke felt an odd shift in Barb that he couldn't quite discern. It happened at that moment that Steve finally popped out, causing Barbie to roll off and lead the way to the shower. Steve and Barbie's erogenous zones received more than their share of body lotion, and Barbie bent down and massaged Steve's cock with her breasts when they were thoroughly covered in suds. Steve stirred a little, and Luke felt a twinge in Barbie's breasts, but Luke was able to stand back up as Steve moved to leave the shower. He couldn't stop Barbie's playful pout and "You'd better not be done yet," as Barbie left the shower, taking a parting swat at Steve's rear as she toweled off and plopped back on the bed, looking back expectantly. Steve waited in the bathroom and opened his medicine cabinet after Barbie left. He was surprised to see that his box of regular condoms was gone, and in its place was one marked "extra large for the extraordinary man." "As sexy as Barb is now," he thought, "maybe I should make some more changes before I'm done. Maybe Barb should be a model or a stripper instead of an accountant." That thought finished getting Steve hard, and he rolled on a condom before returning to the bedroom. As Steve got near the bed, Luke felt Bambie's mind fill with visions of stripping and modelling, and tried desperately to roll Barbie's eyes. Steve got onto the bed and started massaging Barbie's breasts, and those breasts began to swell to D-cup and beyond. Steve frowned, and Barbie's breasts returned to their earlier C cup size. Luke giggled in exasperation, "Are you going to make all of me inflatable like that?" Luke felt Barb shift her new body, and suddenly he was carried along as a wave of burning desire consumed Barbie. She rolled on top of Steve and was sopping wet when she mounted and started to ride his cock. "Oh, baby, I need you inside of me so much," Luke moaned. Steve, already warmed up, didn't mind skipping past the foreplay again. After a minute or two, Steve rolled Barbie over and began pounding down into the bed. "Oh, baby, fuck me harder! Fuck me faster," Barbie cried out! Steve proceeded to pump even harder into Barbie, and Luke realized Barbie wasn't the driving force in this pushing and that he wasn't getting off at all and that the rough stuff might actually start to hurt. Forcing himself to be calm, Luke did the only thing he could think of and forced himself to get into Barbie's rhythm. He could feel the division between him and Barbie getting weaker, but soon he was pushing and Barbie was the backseat passenger and he had control over the rythm. Now he could feel herself building to a climax and knew he had to hurry. He wrapped her arms around Steve's back and held on, fingers digging nails into Steve's back in desperation. His mouth was panting next to Steve's ear when Steve winced and asked, "Ow, baby. What's gotten into you?" Between gasps, Luke grunted out, "Oh, Steve, Luke's, inside, me, too," just before he orgasmed, arching his back and letting go of Steve in extasy. Luke felt himself teatering on the edge of becoming one with Barbie and wasn't completely terrified. If he was shaped into Barbie by Steve atleast it be enjoyable, but Barb was becoming increasingly mean, Luke thought. "So you really have become a bitch now, haven't you," Barb raged in Barbie's head, and several things were happening at once. The bubble that seperated Luke from the rest of Barbie had popped, and Barbie descended on Luke as a series of tidal waves; Steve's next pump and grind into Barbie ended in a pump and rebound as his prodigious member disappeared; the skin over Barbie's mouth sealed shut, preventing either Barbie or Luke from crying out; Barbie's breasts swelled past the size of volley balls, her face and limbs becoming distorted and twisted; and Steve and Barbie were flung on their sides as a crack started to form in Barbie's back. Steve recoiled in terror and started to back away from an equally frightened Barb. He'd been castrated during sex with his dream girl! His terror turned to sudden anger when he saw that the crack now spanned the entire length of Barb's back and that there was a strong, manly hand wearing Luke's class ring reaching out of that crack. "Luke?! You bastard, how could you?" He thought about killing his friend, but then remembered the shopkeeper's words, and his high school fantasy, Miss December, popped into his head, not for Barb but for Luke. He didn't want to turn his friend into a bimbo, but he needed to save Barb and himself and needed to gain complete control to do that. Luke's hand was sucked back into Barbie's body, and the slit in Barbie's body closed partially. Steve was calmer now, and inside Barbie's body somewhere, Barb now had the body of Miss December, and expected to feel mental changes at any moment. Barbie's body was mercifully unconscious, although Barbie's and Luke's mind was still in turmoil. Steve had already concentrated on restoring Barbie's previous looks and more reasonable bust. Steve sat and thought for a few minutes, while Barb raged in futility at the situation. "How could Luke do that? How could he have wanted to be Steve's love slave? I was so close to being a strong, powerful, dominant man and never having to argue about not wanting to do something kinky. Now I'm Steve's other sexual fantasy! If I get out of here, I'm going to..." and her rant stopped. She could feel her mind and body shifting, and she would have screamed out if she could, feeling changes that Steve intended for Luke and were instead being made to her body and mind. A woman once more, and even more trapped in Barbie than before, she was helpless to resist and couldn't even try to talk Steve into relenting. The changes were happening too fast to keep her balance, and she abruptly felt calm. The next instant she was no longer Barb in a transformed Luke's body but rather Lucy, a woman with the body of a model and a strong resemblence to Steve's Miss December. She definitely wasn't sexually conservative any longer as Steve filled her head with images of three ways and other pairings between the three of them. She wasn't sure if Steve meant this to be leniency or punishment for his old friend, but any thought was cut short by a sudden pushing as the new Lucy entered the world and passed out. Steve looked at the vision of loveliness that was Lucy and that was returning to Barbie, and felt a twing of pain and regret remembering what he had just lost. Then he thought back to Luke's hand and realized that it had looked different--Luke had a desk job but his hand had been big and rough and manly. Then he realized that his missing cock and the dildoes had all been changed while inside of Barbie's body. He could get into Barbie's body just like Luke had done and make himself better. The still unconscious Barbie's back reopened, and Steve gingerly started to crawl inside. There was the sound of flesh sliding against wet, warm flesh as he eased his legs and body in, and then he realized that he can just desire to be inside, and he was being pulled in, the slit closing behind him. When the seperation in Barbie's mind ended, the force that was Barbie rose up like a tidal wave and descended on all that was Luke. But Luke was strong willed still and would not just surrender. Barbie pushed and pulled, wearing down the rock which was Luke, but made only one small shaft into Luke's personality before their two minds began to crystalize into a single whole mind, Luke's mind serving as the seed and Barbie's as the medium. After the slit in her back closed, Barbie slept for a few minutes and then awoke, stretching out like a kitten. She looked down at her belly, patted it encouragingly, and an impish grin crossed her face. Carrying a small object retrieved from the floor, she moved over to the still slumbering Lucy. Tickling Lucy's ear with her tongue, Barbie whispered until Lucy woke in a spasm of giggles and the two women rushed across the room to the closet. As Barb's back closes up, Steve feels drowsier and drowsier. Fighting the feeling, he tries to concentrate on himself, imagining his recently enlarged endowment before he lost it, but he's blinking back sleep that not even a desire to be awake can hold back. "Ooh, there'll be time for that later, sexy," he hears Barb purr in his thoughts. The thought of Barb's new body distracts him, and he has to gather his thoughts to concentrate all over again. He can atleast feel a stiffness on his body in the right place before losing to the drowsiness. Steve's dream begins as a hazy image of the room, empty except for the bed and furniture. He can barely make out when Barbie and Lucy return to the room, but they have his attention when the two women return to the top of the bed and he sees the first pillow fly through the air. He doesn't notice Barbie's odd giggle when the dream becomes vivid in response to his obvious desire to watch more closely. In his dream, Steve sees his Barbie and Lucy on the bed in see through nighties having a pillow fight. With each motion their clothes do little more than highlight the curves and motions of their bodies. As the fight continues, Lucy ends up on the bed, face up, and Barbie straddles her legs. Barbie leans forward and the two lock in embrace, hands carressing bodies through the thin gowns. "Oh, Steve, wouldn't you love to know how this feels," Steve hears Barbie ask, and Steve's heart is racing as he feels the dream become even more vivid, now feeling the textures of soft satin and supple flesh as Barbie and Lucy explore each other as well as seeing their play. Soft panties are discarded and Barbie twists around. Leaning on to her side, the girls form a 69, teasing and sucking and moaning in pleasure. Lucy brings Barbie, with Steve following along, to the brink of release once, twice, and then a third time, and Steve can feel the desire for release building in Barbie. A fourth time to the brink and Steve is pushed beyond his limit, desiring to push the scene forward by his own hands and suddenly finding himself pushing hips forward, grinding on Lucy's face and arching a back in long denied orgasm, cascading through waves of pleasure. Lucy squeals, "Yay, Barbie wins again!" as she pulls back to watch her partner writhe in pleasure. Steve freezes in shock as he realizes what has happened. He had only meant to desire his body into a better, more masculine form, and instead he and Barbie have switched places. His, or rather her now, shock is interrupted by a second female orgasm, her playmate not being deterred by her surprise and no longer holding back. She hears her old voice say, "That was really fun game to play, but I think you're going to like being a Stephanie instead a Barbie, so you'll need your own look." Stephanie's eyes go wide with terror as her playmate backs up to appreciate the changes. Her handa rise up to her chest to try to stop her growing breasts, a worthless attempt to stop Barbie's C cups from growing past D's to DD's. Meanwhile, Barbie's shoulder length blond hair is growing out into back length, braided black hair. "You look so much better with green eyes, Stephanie, and your figure's even better. Do you think Barbie will come back out later to play," Lucy asks as Stephanie undergoes more changes, including developing a slightly more regal face. When her body started changing, Stephanie also felt a tingle in the back of her head and a spring of new thoughts opened up. Stephanie tried to stop them, but it was if she were at a dam and couldn't find all of the leaks, and the rising water was starting to pull her away from the wall. In response to one of those thoughts, Stephanie's hands reach her clit and vagina and proceed to administer her remodeled body a body warming orgasm, causing her legs to bend and for her to slowly slump onto the bed. Stephanie is still writhing in self induced pleasure as Lucy brings the larger dildo, the one from Barbie's anal experience, stiff and engorged once more, over to her. Brushing aside Stephanie's hands, Lucy plunges the head of the dildo into Stephanie's vagina and teasingly pulls back. Stephanie rolls onto her side, grasps the end of the dildo with both hands, and starts to pump against it with a fevered hunger, the male portion remaining of her mind becoming submerged and diluted in her new thoughts and unable to resist. The pleasure is so great that she doesn't notice a renewed tingle at the back of her mind, or a growing warmth in the dildo. Nor does she notice the body inside of her shifting around, or Lucy's gasp of excitement as a slit forms on her back and a blond figure falls out. The experience is so engrossing that she doesn't notice until the figure snatches the dildoe away from her, pushes her onto her back, and impales her with a new weight at her waist. Stephanie's eye, however, remained closed in rapture, even during the interruption, her hands moving to grasp where the dildo's replacement plunges in and out of her. She feels Lucy's hands fondling her chest, and Lucy's lips to hers, and another orgasm sweeps through her body. She feels a quiver and can only imagine her old male body pumping his seed into her, bringing the spell to an end. Her hips are still bucking against her partner's, and each pump brings a new crest until finally she climaxes and her partner releases a gusher of seed. Limp, her partner rolls off and Lucy continues to minister, sucking idly on one of her nipples. After several minutes of afterglow, helped along by Lucy, Stephanie opens her eyes and says, "Well, Barb, I suppose you get to be Steve now, and we're going to be your dream girls, not that we can really complain. I tried to do the same to you." "Not really," the blond figure replies, and Stephanie looks over in surprise at the sound of Barbie's familiar voice, "It wouldn't do to look the same and I didn't want to leave you stuck in your spell unfinished. Who knows how you would have ended up? Besides, I liked the new me." Barbie holds up the now deflated ejaculating dildo from last time and a strap on mount. Stephanie rolls over and covers her face with her hands. "Oh, what have I done? I've turned my fiancee into 'Barbie', my dream girl, I've turned my best friend to a Miss December look-a-like, and here I am built like a stripper and coming like a firecracker." She looked over at Lucy who was bending over to pick up one of the see-through nighties, and damned if her heart still didn't start racing. Lucy quickly stood back up and went int the closet. Barbie sat down on the bed, discarding the dildo and strap on, and didn't want to discuss who was in which body with the former Steve. Besides, even though the spell was done being cast, she had thought ahead and there were still some changes left. She gave Stephanie a gentle hug, saying, "It wasn't what you meant to have happen, Steph. You were only trying to get Barb to loosen up, although you could have asked first or tried counseling. It was only bad luck that Luke stopped by when he did." "But what are going to do now? Surely we can't just go back to our old jobs tomorrow!" "Of course we don't have our old jobs, silly," says Barbie, and Steph's heart sinks, "You have your stripper gig, and Lucy and I have our modelling work, oh wife of mine." As punctuation, Barbie possessively tweaks Stephanie's nipple. "Stripper?! Modelling?! Wife," gasps Stephanie in question, flinging away her hands and sitting up in shock. "How did that happen?" "Oh, silly, we got those jobs because of our looks and because they're fun. Don't you remember, we moved to Canada to get married, and after the honeymoon, you tried ametaur night at Madam M's as a dare and were an instant hit. That's how we met Lucy and our other friends. Gosh, I miss California some times." Stephanie's head starts swimming suddenly, the vague tingling now expanding and rushing throughout her memories. She can remember two guys and a girl in high school, but then she thinks about it and it was her five girls against the boys until puberty came along, and the alliances all changed. She thinks about work, certain that she had worked at a desk, now remembering that she quit her secretarial gig for Madame M's. The pay was better and the work was definitely more fun. She tries to remember what she had worried about for Lucy and Barbie, but instead thinks about her wedding. It was hard getting used to Canada, but they had gotten married in a liberal church, both wearing white gowns. She'd chosen a daring dress to showcase her assets, low cut and high slit behind volumous veils, and Barbie wore a very sweet, demure dress with a simpler train. Of course, after the reception and the start of the honeymoon, clothes were very optional. She still giggles over the poor roomservice boy who had forgotten to knock, brought in their food, and turned around, torn between lust for the two of them and terror for what he expected. They just waived non-chalantly and went back to cuddling, amazed afterwards that the poor, beet red boy hadn't knocked over the serving trolly. The hotel service was superb the whole rest of the week, undoubtedly trying to soothe an expected anger, but Stephanie and Barbie were content to giggle and laugh, warmly teasing the boy when the chance arose. Madame M's was another whole story in itself. They were stumbling back to the hotel later in the week and saw a poster for amatuer night the next day. Barbie and Stephanie made some sort of foolish bet, something about taxis, skirts and bare legs, and Stephanie nearly caused a traffic accident accepting and then losing the bet. Who knew that there would be so many male cab drivers out that night? True to her word, she gave Barbie her wedding band, got in line, got on the stage, and stood stock still looking at all of the men in the audience staring at her with desire. She closed her eyes, thought of Barbie, and started to dance, putting on a show for her wife out in the audience. She reopened her eyes after the first few steps and just imagined that everyone there was Barbie, basking in the feeling of teasing and stoking the fantasies of that many people. When she was done, she had a g-string full of bills and the house was full of applause and cat calls. How could she not prefer that to work as a secretary, where the men still stared and the jealous coworkers gossipped. She couldn't help her natural endowments any more than they could. Barbie just sat there watching Stephanie go from confused to remembering happy times. Stephanie wasn't Steve anymore and didn't need Steve's worries, any more than Lucy needed Barb's worries or she needed Luke's masculinity. If they really needed some, it was an open marriage, and even if Stephanie didn't know it yet, they were both bisexual enough for a guy every once and a while. She'd just save the other surprises for later. Lucy comes out of the closet carrying Stephanie's and Barbie's robes and sees her two favorite lovers daydreaming at each other. She puts on a serious pout, sneaks forward a few feet, and launches herself onto the bed, robes landing on their appointed victim. "Will you two stop with the lovey dovey long enough to get cleaned up and dressed, we have lunch coming, remember?" Barbie and Stephanie respond quickly, but their responses in no way involved putting on clothes or getting out of the bed. As a matter of fact, the three girls didn't get out of bed for another half an hour, but Lucy certainly wasn't complaining. The shopkeeper sat back, pleased to see another happy ending when love triangles could be so messy. He'd warned Steve that multiple desires would complicate matters. The instructions had specified a delay in activation, so Steve had dutifully given it to his fiancee in her morning coffee, and left for work when the characteristic drowsiness set in. He'd tried hard to keep her isolated while he was gone, but one just can't help one's friends sometimes. Ah, well, the shopkeeper thought, the three were still together and Stephanie sure could put on a show now. Madame M, the dear woman, was surely equally happy with the new employee. THE END