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Daryl Babson probably wasn't the worst neighbor in the world, but he was certainly the worst neighbor John had ever had. When Daryl wasn't throwing old washing machines into his back yard, he was playing loud acid rock through tinny speakers and getting stoned on his back porch. John had talked to Daryl once or twice. Daryl was a little below medium height, thin with stringy blonde hair. He told John that he worked on the janitorial staff at Miskatonic University. "Some of the shit they do there, man." Daryl shook his head. "Weird shit, like stuff with deformed animals. And one time, I swear this is no fucking joke, man, I was cleaning a lab, and they had a dog on a table. It was like dead, you know? All cut open, pieces everywhere. And I was cleaning the lab the next day, and what do you fucking think? That dog was alive, man! All stitched up, but it barked at me. I shit you not, man, I shit you not." John took all this with a grain of salt. He wasn't sure how often Daryl wasn't stoned. Daryl's wife, Eunice, was much nicer than Daryl deserved. She had a sweet personality, but a bit of a mousey look, and a little bit of extra weight. She took care with her long brown hair and had a cute, upturned nose. One day John came home from work and noticed that Daryl's beat up pickup truck was already in his driveway. Since Daryl worked the swing shift, in general, the truck being there meant he was home not working and that would mean an all night party. So John went about his business that evening, making dinner, watching a little TV, waiting for the inevitable first, distorted guitar riffs to float over from next door. But it didn't happen. The next day was the same, truck in the driveway, and still no party. After a few days John became concerned. One morning John saw Eunice putting the trash cans on the curb. They seemed a bit heavy for her, so he helped her out. "Thanks," she said. She looked a bit frazzled. "No problem," John answered. "Say, is Daryl OK? I haven't seen him in a while." "There was an accident at University." She said. "He's out on disability, he doesn't feel quite right." "I'm sorry. Is he badly hurt?" "No, not exactly. The doctors aren't quite sure what's going on." She pushed her hair out of her eyes. "You know Daryl; he's always doing things he's not supposed to. He got himself exposed to something in one of the labs, something experimental." "What sort of experiment?" Janet hesitated, "I'm not sure how much I should say. But, you know, he hasn't seen anyone but me in days. Maybe you'd like to visit? Daryl could tell you himself." Although he didn't want to, John promised to drop by after work. That evening, John knocked at their door, and Janet brought him through to the kitchen, where Daryl was sitting at the table drinking coffee. John noticed an aroma, maybe Eunice was wearing perfume? It seemed very sensual and arousing. "Coffee?" Eunice asked. "Sure." John answered. Daryl waved him to a chair at the table. Daryl looked different, his face seemed a little fuller and he had cut his hair. John could swear his hair was changing color, and had he permed it? It looked like it had curl. "This is just fucked up, man," Daryl groused. "I feel like shit, I can't work. And I don't even want to get high. It just doesn't work for me." "So there was an accident in a lab?" John asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Eunice sat down next to Daryl and put her arm around him. "Yeah, I guess I was careless and I spilled something." "Daryl!" Eunice said warningly. "OK, it doesn't matter, the school knows the story anyway. So I saw this stuff, I smelled it, and it smelled like alcohol - I thought it was whiskey. So I took a drink, maybe more than one. About an hour later I'm not feeling great. Well, it turns out they were experimenting with fearo..." "Pheromones," Eunice put in. "Right, pheromones. They explained it was what animals put out to attract a mate." "Ok," John said. "So you were exposed to pheromones?" "No, I was exposed to something that made animals put out pheromones. And the damned thing about it is," Daryl stared bleakly into his coffee. "It was female pheromones." "Wow!" John said. Well that explained the smell. He was getting aroused by the pheromones Daryl was generating - a disturbing idea "So you're generating female pheromones?" "Yeah, how fucked up is that? But the doctor is saying that's not the only change. They're not sure what else is happening, and all I know is I feel like shit! One thing, I lost all my hair! All of it, like, everywhere. And it's only growing back on my head!" "You lost all your hair?" John asked. "But your hair must be at least an inch long, and it's only been a couple of days." "It's growing like crazy!" Eunice said. "Damn it! I drink coffee all day and I still feel tired! I have to go back to bed." Daryl said, standing up. "Look man, it was great that you came over, I mean it." "Is there anything I can do baby?" Eunice asked. "Nah, I'm just going to sleep. Stay down here." Daryl wandered out, and John could hear his footsteps on the stairs a minute later. Eunice watched him as he left, then sighed. "I don't know what to do." "It seems like a tough situation," John agreed. "Is the University handling things OK?" "Yes," she said. "They're not going to fire him or anything, although they could since he broke the rules. And they're providing the best doctors they can find. But nobody knows what's happening." "Well, if there's anything I can do," John said, standing up. "Thanks. It really did mean a lot that you came by." John had some very disturbing dreams that night. They were very erotic, and involved a woman who looked a lot like Daryl. The next day, John mowed his lawn after work. Then he mowed the neighbors too, knowing that Daryl wouldn't be up to it. When he finished, Eunice came out and invited him in, "Would you like something to drink?" He followed her in to the house. She was wearing short shorts and a halter top. She looked great, but John had never remembered her dressing like this before. She brought John into the living room. "I'm having a rum and coke," she said. "It's been a long day." Then she stifled a laugh and blushed. "I don't know what's funny, but it's good to hear you laugh. I guess things are better?" John asked. "Oh, yes, I'll have a drink too," he added. She went to the kitchen and came back with the two drinks. She sat on the couch next to John and crossed her legs. She looked different somehow, healthier? It was hard to put his finger on it. "Is he better?" John asked. "In a way," she answered. "He's still sleeping a lot. But something amazing has happened. He's gotten huge!" "You mean fat?" "No," she said. "Down there, you know? His...penis. I'm sorry," she said. "I guess I shouldn't just blurt out stuff like that. But I don't have anyone to talk to about this." "That's OK," John said. He wasn't sure how he felt about the conversation, but he guessed she needed to talk. "Lucky guy." "Lucky me!" She laughed, and touched John's arm. She was different, more self-assured. "We measured it," she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "It was 12 inches!" John could feel his pulse start to elevate. She was flirting with him, and he was thinking that she was looking very attractive. "He was never exactly small before," she said. "But now! O my god! And he came twice, with hardly a rest in between!" "Any other changes?" John asked. "I was sort of busy paying attention to this one!" She laughed again, and began tracing her finger along his ear. "You know, it's funny. After what happened, I should feel completely satisfied. But I really just want more." She reached over and kissed John on the cheek. He turned to her and their lips met. Eunice kissed him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She ran her hand down his shirt and across his fly. She felt John's erection through his clothes. "Very nice!" she said. She opened his fly and fumbled his erect cock out of his pants. "I'm so turned on!" she said, stripping off her shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear. "I hope you don't mind if I just..." She straddled him and guided his penis into her sopping wet pussy. "Oh god yes! I need that!" she said, and began to ride up and down, rubbing her clit with one hand and massaging her breast with the other. John pushed her halter top up and began to kiss her nipple. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She said. It took only a couple of minutes before she started to moan, squirming herself deep onto John's shaft. "Yes, god yes, god yes!" she said, and collapsed on to him. John made one last push, deep inside of her, and released his cum. Eunice pulled herself off of him and bent over to give him a lingering kiss. She touched his pants around his softening cock. "Oh poor baby! I got your pants all wet! I don't know what's wrong with me, I've been just dripping wet all day." She thought for a moment. "It's so strange. I've always had a hard time cumming before. I never came from just fucking. Now, I just cum! It takes no time at all!" she laughed. "I love it! It's almost like being a guy! I'll bet you love it too!" She picked up her shorts from the floor and winked at him. "You were great!" "So were you," John said. "Hmmm." She kissed him again and smiled. "I hope you don't mind, lover, but I'm feeling so randy today! And it's not everyday I have two studs to service me! I'm going to go up and see if I can wake up that husband of mine! Come by tomorrow, OK?" She walked slowly out of the living room, swaying her hips. John zipped himself up and went home. As he looked in the mirror after his shower he thought about what had happened. John wasn't a bad looking guy, he still had most of his hair, no longer as black as it was, but not too much gray - a good jaw, a nice smile, brown eyes. He had put on a little weight since his divorce, but he didn't have the pot belly lots of 45 year old guys did. But he didn't date much, so he hadn't been with a woman in what? Months? So, what had happened had been amazing, but he wasn't going to delude himself. Eunice had changed from a mousey housewife to a woman who needed to get fucked, and he just happened to be there. He picked up his pants from the floor. Her fluids had dried, but he could still smell them. He put his face close and took a deep breath. God, what an amazing smell! He was hard again, so he masturbated into the sink, smelling her dried juices and thinking of her riding him. He had no sooner arrived home from work and parked his car than he could see her running from her house. This time she wore a short black skirt and a tight white blouse. She looked even better than yesterday, like she had been working out for months. She wore no stockings on her strong thighs, highlighted by red high heels. She showed few signs of being the slightly overweight, mousey wife he remembered from last week. She yanked his door open before he could, and pulled him out. "Oh god, John!" she gushed. "I am so jazzed! Five times today! Five times he fucked me and filled me!" She started dragging him to his house. "Come on! Your house is closer." As he unlocked the door she rubbed her breasts against him. Her breasts were firm, with no bra. He was sure they were bigger than when he had sucked on them just yesterday. "I saw you pull up when I was taking a shower, and I was suddenly so hot between my legs! I had just washed myself, but when I knew I would be with you in just a few minutes, I was gushing!" She pushed past him as he opened the door and pulled him inside. She put her back to the wall and dragged him to her, kissing him with a passion he had never experienced. She pushed him away a moment and raised her skirt. "Look!" she said. Her panties were dark where she had leaked on to them. "Look what you did to me!" She yanked down her panties and pulled him down on to the carpet of the foyer. "Sweetheart, I'm not normally like this. I swear, but I am just so turned on lately!" She fumbled at his belt. "Oh damn, darling, just take your pants off!" John got his pants down in a moment. He was hard as a rock, his cock standing straight out from his body. "Not quite the twelve inches you're used to," he said. "What?" she said. "Oh, that, don't worry about that, I need you inside me!" She gasped as he pushed himself all the way in on the first stroke. "Oh fuck yes!" she said. She bucked her hips into him, squirming and yelling, "Do it! Do it! Oh God, do it!" He couldn't control himself, but fortunately, neither could she. They both came in cataclysmic climaxes. She relaxed now, basking. "See?" she said. "That was just as great, just as hot as with my husband's 12 inches!" "So are you going to go see if he's ready now?" John asked. "Oh sweetie! Don't be jealous! No, in fact, I think I'm going to give you another chance first. Lay on your back!" He stood up. "I will, but I'm lying on my back in my bed! I've already got carpet burns." She laughed as he picked her up and started up the stairs. Her body felt so good, so warm and firm. When he had set her down in the bedroom, she turned and pushed him back on the bed. She pulled off her few remaining clothes and straddled his head, facing backwards and putting her pussy in his face in a classic 69 position. As soon as he smelled her sex he was hard again. Not bad for a middle aged man, he thought. Eunice was delighted. "Oh baby, I thought I was going to have to work on you!" She quickly turned around and impaled herself on his penis. She bent over him and pulled his hands to her breasts, then leaned closer and kissed him. "We're going to have time for some nice, slow lovemaking, sometime soon. But right now, I just need you to fuck me!" It was only slightly less feverish than the last time, or the time before that. She rolled over next to him. "It's like a drug," she said. "But I've gotten my fix for now." "May I ask you a question?" John asked. She nestled her head into his chest and said, "Umm-hmm." "Does this mean anything to you?" "It does," she said. "You've always been so kind, so thoughtful in ways Daryl never was. It's confusing right now. I'm going through things I don't understand. But it feels right, it feels good." She rubbed her cheek on his chest. "So good! And maybe it seems I'm using you - that anyone would do, but that's not really true. I like you. I may feel something even stronger than that. But right now, I'm just moving at the whim of my desires." She pushed herself up and looked into his eyes. "That's OK, isn't it?" He pulled her to him and kissed her, "Yes, of course it is." She left after another half an hour. They realized that the smell of her pussy would get him hard right away, so she took advantage of it to get one more sweaty roll in the bed clothes before she left. On the way out the door, John pulled Eunice to him and kissed her, "Darling, I am concerned about what's happening to Daryl, and you." "I think it's a change for the better," she pouted. "Obviously," John agreed. "But it would be good to have an idea where it's going. I would like to talk to Daryl's doctor tomorrow." "You're so sweet," Eunice said, stroking his face. "He's at the teaching Hospital at Miskatonic University, his name is Dr. Dansforth. I'll call him and tell him we'd like him to talk to you." Dr. Dansforth agreed to see John the next day. As he shook hands at his office door he said, "This is fairly irregular. I wouldn't normally discuss a patient's case. But Daryl and Eunice appear to have no real support network, family or friends, and they are having trouble understanding what's happening." He waved John into a chair opposite his desk. "The truth is, we're having trouble understanding what's happening." "I understand that the laboratory was doing work with pheromones?" John asked. "Yes, that's certainly part of it. The problem seems to be that the protocols used were not sound." "I'm sorry," John said. "But what exactly does that mean?" "The scientist doing the research used, well, non-standard science." "How does one use non-standard science?" Dansforth looked uncomfortable. "We have a special collection here at the University, dealing with occult subjects. I'm not a believer in it, personally. It's hardly scientific. But there are sometimes things that science has difficulty explaining. William Dyer, the researcher in this case, had consulted one of the books in our special collection, and achieved some results which were, frankly, unbelievable. Pheromones do have some effect on libido, but nothing like the results Dyer achieved. His work had only been done on primates, and only on female primates, so we have no frame of reference for what's happening to Daryl." "What is happening to Daryl? I mean, from a medical perspective?" "Well, there is, of course, the unbelievable hair growth, as well as the loss of body hair. And he does appear to be excreting a hyper-effective female pheromone from his pores. We only actually know this from the reaction of the male staff. His presence causes...." "That's all right," John said. "I know what kind of effect it has. But have you seen him recently? Eunice told me there have been some more changes." "I'm not scheduled to see him again until next week," Dansforth said. "What sort of changes?" "I don't know exactly," John lied, feeling uncomfortable about talking about what Eunice had told him. "She just mentioned some changes. I haven't seen him a couple of days. Do you know if he could be contagious?" "We have no reason to believe that. The monkeys never showed signs of contagion. According to Dr. Dyer's notes, the effects only happened when the serum was administered orally." "Would it be possible to talk to Dr. Dyer?" "Dr. Dyer has been dismissed," Dansforth said with satisfaction. "I have no idea how to get in touch with him." John stood and thanked the doctor for his time. On the drive home, he thought about what he had been told, and what he had seen. Eunice was certainly changed, so exposure to Daryl must have done it. But not just exposure, because that would have meant that people at the hospital would have changed as well. John noticed the changes to Eunice after she told him about having sex with Daryl. So it was probably transmitted sexually. But, as far as John could tell, he wasn't changing, so it must just be Daryl who could transmit it. And, of course, the biggest conclusion was that nobody had any idea what could happen. He resolved to try to talk Eunice into staying away from Daryl. Eunice came running from her house again as John's car pulled into his driveway. This time wearing only a robe, and from the way it flashed open as she ran, nothing else. She ran up to him as he got out. "Come on! I have to talk to you!" Again she looked different, she seemed a little taller, it looked like she had a tan, and the breasts that were barely covered by the robe must have been larger than yesterday. "It's Daryl," she said, pulling him along. Her grip on his hand was so strong it almost hurt. "Is he worse?" "I don't know, he's locked himself in the bathroom and won't come out. He said he didn't want to make love to me today, but I could tell from his bulge that he was ready. I thought he was playing some game with me. So, I guess I forced him a little." Eunice pushed open the door to the house. "Forced him a little?" John asked. "Well, I feel so strong now, and my needs are, well." She pulled John in and pushed him against the wall. "Just as strong. And he responded to me. He came, again and again, oh God it was great!" Eunice pushed against John. John could swear he felt something pushing against him from between her legs. "It must have been at least 10 times! Oh, and I'm just so hungry for more! Look how excited I am," She pulled open her robe. "Look how big my clitty is!" John looked, but first at the amazing breasts, large, at least a C cup, and very firm. She wasn't overweight at all now and John could see the beginnings of definition on her abs. And there, between her legs, her clitoris projected, like a small penis. It stuck out about 3 inches from her body. "And it's so sensitive! Lover, I need you to do something for me! I need you to lick it!" John was so turned on by Eunice's appearance, and the large clitoris was both exotic and stimulating. He went down on his knees in front of her and began to kiss her projection. "Oh god, baby! That's it! Now, more tongue, around it! Yes, just like that. Now over it, slowly, now a little faster. Oh you are so good! Put your fingers inside me! Yes! Now, take me in your mouth. Suck it! Touch it gently with your teeth! Gently! God yes. Use your tongue! Baby, that's it! I'm cumming!" Fluid from her pussy ran down John's hand. "Oh, thank you darling! Now, come over to the couch - I'm sure you're ready." She dragged him to the couch and pushed him back on it. John certainly was ready, the smell of her had given him a raging erection. She pulled down his pants and underwear and straddled him. He reached up and massaged her full, firm breasts. As she rode him, she rubbed her clitoris against his shaft. She practically screamed as she came, "Oh god! It's like I'm cumming inside and outside!" She ground against John until he came as well, then she stood up. She made no move to pick up her robe, and seemed perfectly comfortable naked. "So what do we do about Daryl?" John picked up his pants and underwear from the floor and pulled them on. "I guess we try to talk him out of the bathroom." Eunice led the way up to the second floor bathroom. John watched her ass as she moved. It was a perfect heart shaped ass, toned and smooth. Daryl's pheromones were thick in the air on the second floor, and John felt himself getting hard again. She knocked on the bathroom door. "Daryl honey? I'm sorry about what happened earlier. Would you come out baby? John is here, and we're both worried about you." "I'm a fucking freak!" Daryl called out from behind the door. Except, it wasn't Daryl's voice - it sounded higher pitched and husky. "What happened to his voice?" John asked Eunice. "His voice? I guess it does sound different. I hadn't really noticed." John started to wonder what else she hadn't noticed. "Daryl?" John said through the door. "You're not a freak; you were just exposed to some chemicals. I talked to your doctor today, and he thinks you're going to be just fine." It was a lie, but John hoped it would make Daryl feel better. Daryl sniffed on the other side of the door, it sounded like he was crying. "Really? He said that?" Eunice looked at John, and John shook his head no. "He did. Everything is going to be just fine. Now why don't you come out?" The lock clicked, and Daryl slowly opened the door. He was dressed in baggy sweats. His hair had grown in, it was a lustrous strawberry blonde, and hung in disarrayed curls around his now beautiful face. His face was rounded, with high cheekbones, long lashes, and full, sensuous lips. Something shifted on his chest under the oversized sweat shirt, and he tried to hold his hand over a wet spot about midway down his right leg. John was having trouble concentrating, the pheromones were so powerful now. Eunice's lean, strong body was naked next to him, and it was all he could do not to take her right there. "I'm a freak," Daryl pouted. "Look! I leak, all the time!" "Are you incontinent?" John asked, then, seeing Daryl's puzzled expression. "Can't you control your urination?" "Urinat..piss you mean?" Daryl asked. "This isn't piss! It's cum, and I just seem to be cumming all the time." "Let's go sit down," John said. Daryl came out and walked to the bedroom. Things were definitely shifting under his clothes. He sat on the bed and looked disconsolate. "And that's not all." "Eunice told me about your penis. That's not that much of a problem is it?" John asked. "Nah, I guess that's sort of OK, except for the dripping. Other stuff has changed too." John looked at Eunice, "What other stuff?" "I don't know," Eunice said. "He hasn't had those sweats off for days! He just pulls them down far enough to show me his beautiful new penis!" She sat on the bed next to him and stroked his hair. Daryl started crying again, and buried his face in her chest. "There, there, baby. What can be that bad?" Daryl dried his eyes and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his sweat shirt. "I'll show you," he sniffed. Daryl turned his back and pulled the sweat top off. He seemed smaller now, not that he had ever been big. He turned back around, his two hands covering his double D breasts! "My god!" Eunice said. "Why, they're beautiful!" They are, John thought. Daryl took his hands away. He now had large, erect nipples, and breasts that stood out proudly from his chest. Daryl pushed his sweat pants down his legs. His waist was thin, and his hips spread out from there with a lush fullness. His flawless peaches and cream complexion was everywhere. And there, between his legs, was the largest penis John had ever seen, at least a foot long, it was wide and fully erect. "You are beautiful," John said. Daryl blushed. "There's one more thing," Daryl said, raising his penis. Underneath he seemed to have a fully formed pussy! The lips were bare and engorged. "Oh baby!" Eunice said. "You are so sexy! I have to have you, now!" She pushed Daryl on to the bed and straddled him. Daryl was still sniffing. Eunice impaled herself on his penis and rode him, up and down, in a sexual frenzy. Daryl's body stiffened, and John could see cum squishing around his cock as it went in and out. "Oh, again! Again!" Eunice breathed. She was changing while John watched, her muscles becoming more defined, her breasts enlarging, and her clitoris started to look more and more like a penis. Daryl spasmed twice more, and by then Eunice had a penis, at least 8 inches long. She pulled herself off of Daryl and pulled up his penis, plunging her own into his new pussy. "Ouch!" Daryl said. "That hurts!" "Don't be such a baby!" Eunice said. "You're going to love this!" "It hurts!" Daryl said. "Stop, please!" "I'm almost there, just one minute!" Eunice said. Her body went rigid and she moaned. "Oh baby," She pulled out of Daryl and lay down on the bed next to him. Daryl started to cry. John sat on the bed next to him. John had to rearrange himself in his pants to manage to bend enough to sit. "Daryl," He soothed. "Look, it's OK. You're fine." Eunice seemed to have fallen asleep and was snoring softly. "I'm not fine!" Daryl said. "I'm some kind of fucking freak!" "Shhh!" John said, it seemed natural to smooth Daryl's hair. "You're beautiful, and amazing." "I am?" Daryl asked. "It feels nice when you touch me like that. Eunice has gotten so, well, she doesn't seem to care much about anyone but her anymore." "Daryl," John said. "Listen, you have this effect on men now." "I know!" "Well, it's very hard to be around you without... Maybe I should go." "Oh," Daryl said. "I don't want you to leave. I think I'd like it if you stayed and touched me, that is, if you were nice about it." John stroked Daryl's breasts. "Oh yes, that feels good." John began to suck on Daryl's nipples, and Daryl moaned softly. John ran his hand down Daryl's body, reaching under his penis and stroking his pussy. "Ummm," Daryl said. John kissed Daryl from his breasts, down around his penis, and licked softly on the outside of his pussy. It was difficult with the penis there. The penis oozed cum that ran down the shaft and into Daryl's pussy. As John put his tongue inside, he tasted Daryl's cum. It tasted amazing! It was like a charge of pure energy! John had never been this close to another man's penis; he had certainly never sucked one. But he found he couldn't stop himself. He ran his fingers down the shaft, wiping off the cum and sticking it into his mouth. He needed more! He wrapped his hand around Daryl's shaft, and began to stroke. "God! Be careful!" Daryl said. "I'm going to cum!" That was exactly what John wanted. He put his mouth over the end of Daryl's penis, just in time to catch it. It came out in a stream that filled his mouth, and he almost choked, but managed to swallow all of it. John felt energized! He had never felt so good! John cleaned Daryl's shaft with his tongue, and as he did, he noticed more was leaking out of the tip. Daryl was just as amazing as Eunice had said, he came again and again, and John swallowed all of it. John lost count, lost track of time. Daryl's erection finally softened, and John curled up into a fetal position on the bed, and slept. When John woke up, Eunice was tearing at his clothes. He tried to push her away, but she was much too strong for him now. "Oh, baby!" she said. "You're not going to believe what Daryl's magic did for you!" "Stop it," John said crankily, then he noticed his voice. It had the same higher pitched, husky quality that Daryl's had. "Oh no!" he said, looking at his smaller, feminine hands. "Oh yes!" Eunice said with a laugh. "And just what I wanted!" She yanked John's pants over his larger hips. "A beautiful pussy, and nothing in the way!" John looked down over his breasts, swaying as Eunice pulled his underwear off. He had a pussy! And, unlike Daryl, had completely lost his penis! Eunice had a huge erection, "Oh please, may I try it? May I?" But she didn't wait for an answer. Fortunately, John seemed to be lubricated, but he was still a virgin there. So to have Eunice's penis push into him hurt. "No," John said. "Don't! Please?" "Oh sweetheart, you know you want it! Look at how wet you are!" But John didn't really want it. Fortunately, Eunice came inside him pretty quickly. "I am loving this so much!" Eunice said. "I think I need a shower." She strutted out of the room, her hips swaying and her semi hard cock hanging in front of her. John stood up and looked in the mirror. He was a bit shorter. He had the same strawberry blonde hair that Daryl had, and the same luscious shape, large breasted, small waisted, with a luxurious expanse of hip. And his face - he was amazed - beautiful, big blue eyes, full lips, high cheekbones. He didn't look like Daryl, but he could be Daryl's sister. "Are you OK?" he heard Daryl ask from the bed. John turned and walked to the bed, his hips swaying of their own accord. "I guess so. I feel great. I don't like what Eunice did though - I wasn't ready." He sat down next to Daryl and ran his hand down his face. "I know!" Daryl agreed. "She's turned in to such a fucking jerk! She just uses me - now I guess she's going to use you, too." John stroked Daryl's cheek. The pheromones didn't seem to affect him so much now. He supposed it was because he was a woman now, and not effected as much by female pheromones. But he looked at Daryl's lovely face and felt an attraction to it, and was aroused by the sight of Daryl's penis, only slightly flaccid, lying across his leg. "I think I'm going to kiss you, Daryl." John said. "Would you mind?" "No." Daryl said in a small voice. John gave him a tender kiss, which Daryl returned. They lay on the bed, next to each other, kissing, fondling and hugging. Daryl's penis was pushing insistently against John, so finally, he rolled on his back and guided Daryl into his pussy. "Not too fast," John said. John was very wet, and Daryl pushed gently until he was completely inside, then moved in and out, in a gradually increasing rhythm. John felt a pressure build inside him, growing, "Yes, oh yes," John said. "Just like that! Slow, like that! You're filling me completely!" Daryl kept up a slow pace, until John began to speed it up, thrusting his hips into him. "My god!" John felt the climax wash over him, crashing into him, taking him down. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Daryl climaxed after a moment, and fell across him, they're breasts pressed close together. "Nice," Eunice said from the door. "Stay just like that!" She came up on the bed and pushed her penis into Daryl's exposed pussy. Daryl clung to John, as Eunice's pushing moved their bodies against each other. Daryl became hard again, inside John, and as Eunice climaxed so did he. Eunice gave Daryl an affectionate slap on his ass, "God, I need beer!" she said, and headed out the bedroom door.