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This story utilizes a different version of the traditional "Truth or Dare" Game. Unlike the original, the option is given to the asker and not to do doer, thus the "dare" is given, rather than taken. There are lots of sex scenes here described in detail. If such things disturb you, read another story. * * * * * * * * * * * * SRU: To Tell the Truth Mark and Denise scowled at each other again as they continued through the Mall of America. The old arguments had resurfaced. Fights over who works and who stays at home. Who makes the most money and who doesn't. For years now Denise had been the bread-earner of the family. Rising in her company to Vice-President of Marketing, her role in the family had changed from what it once was. Once the submissive wife, she was now the aggressive one while her husband, who lost his job just a year ago, had become the cook and housekeeper of their one room flat. It wouldn't have been bad, if Mark hadn't felt so emasculated. He didn't mind doing the chores, but he wished he could feel better about it. He wished these instincts wouldn't overshadow his judgment, that he could enjoy being cared for instead of resisting it with every hormone in his being. Thus they had come on their anniversary to the largest mall in America to try to reconnect. Their evening had been good...at first. A nice meal, a brisk stroll. Even a movie. But it was the small things that kept annoying him. Denise kept paying for everything herself. She would hold the door open for him. She even held him in her arms during the movie. Finally things had blown and here his temper had gotten the best of him. "I've had it," he yelled. "I'm through feeling like the woman here! What gives you the right to treat me like this!?" Denise just stood there, her arms folded. "I didn't know showing my love to you was such a crime. I'll try not to do that anymore." "It's not that. It's everything!" "Excuse me!" An old man approached them, his thin frame covered by a bathrobe. "Sorry sir," Denise said. "We didn't mean to disturb you." "I just heard you two talking and I think I can help." Mark shook his head. "Look, I don't know who you are but leave us alone." "But I know who you are, Mark," he said with a glimmer in his eye. "And I know you, Denise. I know the troubles you're marriage is in." Mark stared at him a moment, almost spellbound. "Why don't you just step into my shop for a moment. Just follow me..." The old man walked over to a store they had never seen before. "Follow me to the back. I have something I want you to see." Mark looked at Denise who shrugged, "Might as well. I'm mad already!" "Have you ever played a truth or dare?" "Once," Denise said. "Back in college. With some girlfriends and me." "You never told me that," Mark said quickly. The old man laughed. "It's not usually the kind of thing others are willing to share. We have a game going now that I'd like you two to join." Mark turned. "Oh, I know what this is," he said. "I'm sorry, old man, but..." "Mark," he said firmly. "I know what will happen in the next few months if this isn't taken care of. In a month's time you will move out. Within three months you'll be separated and from there it's only a brief trip to the lawyers' office. You NEED what I'm offering you." "Fine," he said, pulling the curtain open. Two men and two women sat on the floor opposite each other. All of them looked mad as hell, their faces frozen almost in a mask of rage. The men growled. The women huffed. The old man smiled. "These are others who will try to be helped today," he said. "Please come and join them." Denise and Mark each introduced themselves to their playmates. Ryan and Tim on one side and Helen and Sally on the other. They all looked annoyed and uncomfortable, more with each other than at either of them. Once seated on the floor with them the old man began. "Welcome all of you to this game of truth or dare. I'm sure you're all wanting what I can give you, real help to your problems. Then you will get if you win." "Win? What does he mean?" "This game of truth or dare has a few rules to it," he said. "With each truth question, a truthful answer is given. With each dare question, the dare will be performed. However, once the dare is completed a wish will be granted. This wish can involve anything you desire. The more dares performed, the more wishes granted. However, the players to win the game are those who have wished the least. Those most satisfied with their position. And those not out for revenge. Are you ready?" "Let's just get this over with!" Tim said. "Fine," the old man replied. "I'll start with the first dare. I dare you all to do this... naked!" The old man laughed and shut the door. Almost immediately, Mark, Ryan, and Tim stripped off their shirts. The women too removed their tops, revealing their ample breasts. Their pants came next and in no time at all, they were all completely naked sitting on the floor. "Let's have Mark begin our game," the old man said from somewhere. Mark paused, looking at Denise. She was so beautiful, with or without clothes. She always was. He wondered if she ever really knew just how much he loved her. With a tear in his eye he said softly, "Truth: Denise, do you know I love you?" Denise smiled for the first time since their argument. "Of course I know that. I've always known you love me. I can see that in your eyes." "Denise, you're next." the old man said. "Mark... Truth... Mark, what I really need to know is: Are you really proud of me?" Mark was stunned. He had never thought about that before. Throughout these last few years he had never thought about how proud and happy he was of his wife. He smiled. "Denise... I am so very proud of you. You have made your life exactly what you want it to be! And you share all that with me. I am so very proud of you!" "Very nice," Tim said sarcastically. "Very nice. I'm glad the old man put some old sissies in here with us." "Tim, you're turn is next." Tim smiled, the kind of smile that would melt butter. "Fine, I'll go now. Let's get this party started right. Helen... I dare you to kiss Sally." Helen looked shocked a moment and then, turning to Sally, gave her a single kiss on the lips. The old man's voice came over them. "Helen has been granted one wish. Ryan, it is your turn." Ryan smiled the same smile as Tim. "Tim, you didn't do that right. Sally... I dare you to french kiss Helen on the lips, making sure she cums in the process." Sally turned toward Helen and began to french kiss her. Their tongues intertwined together, flicking back and forth against each other. Sally gasped, even as one hand reached to grab Helen's breast while the other dove between her legs. A few moments later Helen moaned, gasped, and then screamed, all the while still being french kissed by Helen. Finally, as the orgasm subsided, the two women parted, sitting again in their rightful seat. The old man seemed to be giggling. "Sally... you have won a wish," he said. "It is your turn now." Sally glared at Tim. "How dare you," she said. "You know how I feel about that! I dare you, Tim, to turn to your buddy there and give him the same french kiss I gave Helen!" Tim was appalled and at first tried to break out of the circle. But before he could tell his body differently, he too was french kissing the person beside him. Tim's kiss of Ryan was more forceful than the woman's kiss lasting just a few short moments before the two parted. Despite himself he did feel his body respond to the kiss, an erection growing tall in his pants. Before it could burst, though, they broke from each other. Tim glared at Sally across from him. "I'll get you for that," he growled. The two women were laughing now, their faces filled with revenge. "Your turn, Helen," the old man's voice said. Helen grinned at the two men. "Well, it seems you almost got what you gave us, huh? Almost. Say, I know what would even the score. Ryan, I dare you to give your buddy there a hand job!" "No! Helen you mustn't!" But before he could do anything else, Ryan's hand was on Tim's cock, pounding away at it. Tim tried to control himself but found his head going back on its own, the sensations of his body overwhelming it. His cock grew tall in Ryan's hand until at last it burst, shooting cum all over Ryan and his own crotch. The girls across the way were laughing as Ryan, disgusted and embarrassed, wiped the cum off on his pants. "Suits you right!" the women said together. "Ryan, one wish has been granted to you," the old man said solumnly. Mark looked at the two couples fighting with fear. He could only hope they didn't shoot their ire his way. God forbid they make him do anything they were doing themselves. Instead of addressing them, though, Mark turned to Denise. Her own expression betrayed her feelings about what was happening beside them. Mark said, "Denise, Truth. Do you like your job?" Denise smiled. "I love my job, Mark! For once I can do exactly what I want to do exactly how I want to do it. I just wish we could get along better. Then it would be, well, almost perfect! Mark, tell me the Truth. Do you enjoy staying at home taking care of me?" "Honestly, Denise. At first I hated it. It felt so, feminine. But now I've really come to enjoy it. I like taking care of you. I too just wish I felt better about it, physically you know." Tim rolled his eyes at them. "We have some wimps beside us today folks!" "I know!" Ryan bellowed. "It is your turn, Tim," the old man said. Tim grinned. "I think I'll take my turn by making a wish. Let's see how far this thing goes. I wish Sally had two double D size breasts with fat, sensitive nipples." Almost before he had finished, Sally's breasts began to grow, slowly but steadily, flesh being added to flesh until they stood a perfect double D cup from her chest. Then, with two pops, her nipples expanded outward to almost quarter size. Sally gazed in horror at her chest, holding each breast up as a weight. "I told you I never wanted them this big," she cried. "Ryan, your turn." "Tim, that's great," he bellowed. "Denise, bring those mammeries over here so I can lick them off for you." Sally growled in disgust but despite herself walked over to Tim to push her breasts in his face. Tim took the cue, licking and sucking them all over their new, fat flesh. Sally moaned loudly, grabbing her tits and pushing them in Tim's face. Once her overly large nipple was in his mouth it took less than a minute til she was screaming out an orgasm and collapsing on the floor. Satisfied, Ryan sat down next to Tim, giving his friend a high-five as he did it. Sally regained her composure and sat down in her place. "Sally..." "I know," she cried at the old man. "And I know how I'm going to use my turn too. Tim, I wish you had a pair of these wonderful tits that you're so fond of!" Tim's eyes grew wide. Almost immediately, the dense hair that covered his chest fell to the floor. His nipples, once small and insignificant, grew round and large. The auroras under them growing at an equal pace. Then, slowly they began to grow outward from his chest, forming small domes at first that matured to full double-D breasts to the end. Ryan laughed at his friend, his eyes secretly dipping into his cleavage. "And I think," Helen said, "that Ryan there should have a taste of your breasts too. Tim, I dare you to offer those tits for his licking and sucking pleasure too." Without a word, Tim turned toward Ryan and pushed his breasts in his face. Ryan took the hint and immediately began kissing, licking, and sucking the breasts in front of him. Tim's hung his head back and moaned, his penis rising tall from his crotch as Ryan continued his assault on his breasts. Finally, after teasing his nipples erect, Ryan took one in his hand and the other in his mouth. Tim cried out, his penis bobbing up and down on his crotch as the sensations increased exponentially from his chest. Tim thrashed his breasts about but Ryan stayed firm. At last Tim cried out loud and long. A thick wad of cum shot out from his penis, hitting Ryan in the stomach. The feelings continued until Ryan let go of his friend's breasts and sat back. Out of breath, Tim joined him and sat back, massaging his own chest to continue the sensations that were falling through his body. The group remained quiet for a long time, until the old man's voice rang out over them. "Mark, I believe it is your turn." Seeing the twisted revenge these four were playing on each other, Mark had had the urge to get up and run out, leaving this mess to fend for themselves. But he didn't. Instead, he peered over to Denise and smiled. "Denise," he said. "I wanna know the truth. Do you want to stay with me? I mean, we fight all the time it seems. Do you want to work it out." "Want to?" Denise said. "Mark, that's all I want! I want everything to be normal between us! I want a happy life. I want you! But Mark, seriously now. Tell me the Truth. Do you find me attractive? I mean, do you like being married to a hard assed, no nonsense business woman like me?" Mark smiled, a tear rolling down his face. "I do. I just wish I could get use to all the aspects of your personality, you know? I wish we could be right with each other." Tim rolled his eyes again. "Blah, blah, blah! Gee, where do they find these people!?" "I know! Too bad we hadn't been put with a few more colorful folks," Ryan said. "Alright, so its my turn," Tim said with a bounce of his breasts. "Ryan, I think we should really make these ladies pay. You think?" "I think that's a good plan." "Let's put into action, plan 3B." "3B it is," Ryan confirmed. "Sally, I dare you to get over here and suck Ryan's cock, swallow all the goodies that come out of it, and enjoy every minute of it." Sally glared again, but knelt down at Ryan's lap and taking his cock in his mouth began to rhythmically bob up and down on it, coating it with her saliva. Ryan threw his head back, enjoying the sensation as Sally's lips continued to encircle his manhood. Sally herself began to moan, her own orgasm growing as Ryan's did. Louder and louder their voices climbed. Sally's sucking growing more and more intense as she took the entire length down her throat. Ryan moaned loudly as the two of them together reached their climax. Sally herself couldn't cry out, the ribbons of semen preventing her from doing anything but swallow. Finally, with an audible pop, the two separated from each other and sat down. Tim's face shone with a smile while Sally appeared quite distraught over the whole affair. "Now for you," Ryan said, a little breathless from the last orgasm. "Helen, I dare you to suck, lick, and swallow Tim's manhood." Helen rose and knelt at Tim's feet, taking his cock in her mouth. As she began her work, Tim's hands began to caress his breasts, pinching each of his nipples in turn, making his cock rise higher in his lap for her enjoyment. Tim moaned, a much more feminine sound than Ryan made, as Helen took his cock down her throat. Unlike Sally, though, Helen was never dared to take any pleasure from it. So, the orgasm that Sally had enjoyed, despite her humiliation, was robbed from Helen. In a few short minutes, Tim shot his own load down her throat, his nipples standing erect as he came. Tim's orgasms lasted longer, though, as he pinched and rubbed and teased his nipples to continue the sensation. Finally, Helen parted from his crotch, wiped her mouth, and sat down. The two women had never been so angry. "I think we should change things up a bit, Helen. Don't you think?" "I agree," Helen said. "These two look all too sure of themselves now." "That's what I think. Ryan, this little wish is for you. I wish that cock of yours would shrivel up and open to a wet cunt just waiting to be fucked!" Ryan's eyes shot down to his crotch where his penis took a turn inward. Even through his hands he felt as inch by inch his penis descended into his abdomen, shrinking as it went until it was covered by a thin layer of skin. His testicles pulled up into his body with a pop and then split the skin that once held them. Clear liquid fell from it as his new lips were coated and moistened. Ryan dove his hand over it and cried out, feeling only the familiar vaginal lips he had explored on so many other women. Helen laughed, an evil laugh. "Now for the fun part," she said. "Ryan, I dare you to give your friend here an erection and stuff it in that moist snatch of yours. In fact, I don't want you to stop until you've had three orgasms." "Helen, that's enough," Tim said with a hint of fear in his voice even as Ryan's hand snaked down to his crotch and began, slowly to run his fingers over his cock. "Helen..." Tim said, arousal covering his voice even as his penis rose on its own. At its apex, Ryan rose and sat down on his lap. Taking Tim's erection in hand, he slowly fed it into his new pussy, pushing and pulling it inside until he had completely engulfed it in his new snatch. Then, with slow precision he rose and fell on it, pulling it out and pushing it in. The sensation brought a moan from Tim's lips and a sigh from Ryan. The feeling increased, the hot cock pushing against Ryan's new inner walls. Ryan sighed loudly this time, a soft, feminine sound from an otherwise masculine body. The sound increased as their orgasms approached. Louder, longer, until Ryan gasped out and Tim groaned. Hot semen spewed from Tim into Ryan. Helen smiled at Sally. "That's one," she said. As Ryan came down from his orgasm, his eyes opened wide in hunger again. Tim's penis had already begun to soften within him. Ryan pulled himself off and sat on Tim's face, forcing him to kiss and lick his new pussy. When Tim began struggling, he thrust his own mouth over Ryan's penis and with a few calculated sucks, turned Tim's cries of rage into cries of pleasure. With precise movements on his own part, Tim ground his crotch into Ryan's mouth, forcing him to lick his sensitive clit, pushing him to orgasm. With a scream like none of the girls had ever heard before, Ryan came, covering Tim in his juices. Sally back at Helen. "Ryan's good. He even got out of swallowing that time." she said. "That's two." As Ryan's orgasm subsided he turned back to Tim to push himself again on his thick meat, this time with his back to his friend. With one hand on his crotch, frantically rubbing his new clitoris, and his body bouncing wildly on Tim's cock, Ryan came again in no time at all, squealing loudly as his pussy clamped down on Tim's cock. Tim came too, spewing his semen again deep into his friend. As the two parted, they winced at each other, each knowing what the other had done as the effects of the dare disappeared. "You...just...wait..." Ryan said breathlessly to Helen. "You'll...be...sorry..." A low laugh came from the back as the old man spoke. "For this last round," he said. "Let's change out the order. The girls can go first, followed by the guys, followed finally by our new couple." Ryan's eyes grew wide. "No! You can't do that!" "I can and I did. Helen, it is your turn." Helen's smile was one of revenge. "I think we should use our last wishes, Sally." "Sounds good to me." "I wish... I know! My wish comes in two parts. I wish Ryan would see things through a woman's eyes. And..." Suddenly Helen's voice grew quiet as she whispered her final wish. A low laugh came from the old man's direction. "And I wish the same thing as Helen," Sally said. "Only for my dear Tim..." Again the laugh came from the corner. Tim and Ryan looked nervously around. "Is that it?" they said. "No big dares or anything?" "Nope," they said, the girls both giggling. "Very well. You've asked for it." "Tim, it's your turn," the old man said. "Oh you're gonna be sorry," he said. "Just you wait! I wish..." Tim began to say. But then stopped. A sudden urge overtook him as he peered over at the two women. "I wish..." he started to say again, fighting the words that had just popped into his mind. "I wish Helen and Sally both grew massive cocks, erect and waiting to be serviced." Tim looked stunned, shocked that such words had come from his mouth. But he knew they were true. Deep down inside that's exactly what Tim wanted, more than anything, at this particular moment. And judging from the look on Ryan's face, that's what Ryan wanted too. Helen and Sally looked oddly calm as they peered down at themselves and watched as their clits grew longer, broader, and fatter with each passing second. With an audible plop, a thick sack full of testicles sprang from their snatches, bouncing as they fell into position. Their new grown cocks grew longer and longer, growing more and more erect with each passing second. Ryan could hardly contain himself. "Now," he said with some pride in his voice. "I dare you to use those on us!" There was hardly a pause as the room rearranged itself. Ryan lay on his back, his new pussy dripping with anticipation as Sally positioned herself over him, her breasts in his face, her new cock at his pussy. With a simple groan, Ryan pulled her down upon him, impaling himself on her massive length. He sighed, pushing her further and further down until her entire length was engulfed in his wet pussy. "Oh yeah," he sighed, a sound that sounded oddly higher than before. Then, with a smile like no other on her face, Sally began to move slowly in and out of him. Meanwhile, on the other side of the circle, Helen lay waiting for Tim. Quickly, Tim crawled on his hands and knees over to Helen and there dove his own mouth over her cock. Helen moaned as Tim began to bob up and down on her length, coating it with his own saliva, surrounding it all with his fat lips. Wrapping her own hands around his head, she softly pushed her long cock down his throat until his lips touched the base of it. Looking up at a satisfied Helen, Tim took one hand and began to massage her testicles as he circled the head of her cock with his tongue. "Ohhh... yeah..." Ryan moaned, his voice taking an alto timbre as Sally moved up and down over him. Imperceptibly his hands had risen to his nipples which by now had gone completely erect, to pinch and tease them as they slowly began to grow upward and outward, the auroras below them becoming larger and more pronounced. Around his head, a mane of red hair had sprung, falling down around his shoulders. "A red head, huh?" she said, pulling out of him so her cock hovered over his snatch. "They say redheads are fiery lovers," she whispered in his ear. "But will the redhead beg?" Ryan's face twisted in confusion and rage. A piece of him felt incredibly violated. But another piece, the piece that was enjoying this pleasure, wanted more. Sally smiled, leaning over his chest. "I see your tits are beginning to grow too," she said, licking one of his large nipples. Ryan whimpered, pushing himself upward to cop a feel of the hard cock at his crotch. Another lick brought a moan out of him. "Was that a please?" Sally asked. "Yes..." Ryan whimpered. "I can't hear you." "Yes..." Ryan moaned as Sally licked him again. "Please...continue..." "Continue? What? What should I do to this manly man?" Ryan's face broke out in a sweat. "Please...fuck me!" "So, you're enjoying it?" "Yes... Please fuck me!" "As you wish," she said, plunging back into his wet body. Ryan squealed, his orgasm finally beginning, his new pussy clamping down on the hardness within him. As if on cue, his new breasts too took a life of their own, expanding like two large balloons on his chest until they literally bounced with each of Sally's thrusts. His whole body seemed to curve all over as his orgasm molded him into the woman he was to be. Sally smiled as she watched it happen from above, taking in each detail, even as her own penis got ready to explode. As Ryan's orgasm reached its peak, Sally herself grunted, a masculine groan, as streams of semen rushed into Ryan's waiting body. Ryan could feel the hot liquid penetrate him and slumped back, the afterglow of his orgasm overtaking his body and psyche. Across the room, Tim watched the scene in horror even as his own mouth continued to bob up and down on Helen's cock. A piece of him knew what awaited him, and that piece was utterly terrified what his future held. Helen's eyes were closed as she enjoyed this new pleasure. Tim's eyes however, were fixed on his own cock which in the past few minutes had begun a steady retreat into the cavity of his body. He had tried to will himself off Helen to stop this from progressing, but each time found himself unwilling and unable to comply. Even now with each bob of his head, he could feel his penis slowly slide up into his body. Smaller and smaller, shrinking and shrinking. At the same time he felt his testicles begin to slowly ascend up into his body, pulling his scrotum up into his abdomen. The skin separated into two lips as he watched, their undersides wet with their own juices. His penis, now the length of an eraser, slowly moved under a hood of flesh until it was completely covered. Now a new hunger came over him. A need and want to be filled in the place that had once held his family's jewels. The need increased with each passing bob of his head until he could take it no more. Releasing the cock with a pop, he quickly slid his body over, positioning himself firmly over the hot, red rod. Then, with one swift motion, he pushed himself firmly down, rocking the cock deeper and deeper within him with each passing moment. Tim gasped with the sensations flowing through his body now. The hot meat within him pushed him to places he had never gone before. Even as his hair fell from his head, a soft, brown color, and his whole body grew softer and softer, Tim could not escape the pleasure flowing throughout his body. Beside him, Ryan and Sally rose, their own bodies dripping from sweat and semen. "Say," Sally said. "Shall we help them out?" As if on command, Ryan knelt down next to his friend and wrapped his mouth around his nipples, suckling them each tenderly while his other hand tenderly squeezed his other nipple. Tim screamed, "Oh god...! Ahhh..." the pleasure more than he can bear. Sally smiled, standing in front of him. "Now then," she said. "Why don't you let me get into this." Without another word, Tim took Sally into his mouth, thrusting her hard cock deep into his mouth. His lips had grown large and fat, perfect for cock sucking. He moved on her penis to the rhythm of his thrusts, giving pleasure just as he was receiving it. Suddenly the four of them exploded in orgasm together. The newly born women screaming out loudly with their partners moaning and grunting. As the orgy took another turn, the old man tapped Mark and Denise on the shoulder. "Come with me," he said, pulling them from the room that by now reeked of sweat and semen. As he shut the door, the old man smiled. "Congratulations you two! You won!" "Won?" Mark said incredulously. "Yes. You didn't use your powers against each other. In fact, you didn't use your powers at all." "What were we suppose to do," Denise said. "Turn on each other like them?" "They were two ordinary couples at one time," the old man said. "Until the one slept with the other, outside the store of course. Then, when they started this game they teamed up against each other. Pretty soon it was a mess!" "You mean they've been here before?" "Oh yes. They've stayed in that room for quite sometime. Going back and forth. Making up plans against each other. One day they may realize the way to get out is to forgive." "That's pretty good stuff," Denise said. "And for it you get rewarded. Your innermost wish to come true." He said, walking up to another room in what seemed to be an endless hallway. "But first I must take care of something. Could I ask you two to step into this room here for a moment. It won't take long." It was a simple room with a single queen-size bed in the center. Mark and Denise smiled at the old man and sat together on the bed as he closed the door. "Talk about strange," Mark said once the door was shut. "I know. Can you believe those couples!" "It felt like something from a Twilight Zone episode!" "It was really sick if you ask me," Denise said. A moment of silence fell between them, silence that hadn't come since before their argument. "Did you really mean what you said," Denise said, leaning toward Mark. Mark turned toward her. "Every word of it. I love you, Denise!" "I love you too." They kissed, tenderly at first, each brush of their lips sending chills down their spine. Slowly their kiss turned passionate, their tongues meeting and touching each other, even as their souls had met and touched each other just moments before. Finally, a deep sense of longing filled them and they dove into each other, kissing with a ferocity they had never felt before. They each began to kiss down the other's body, taking in each curve and line of their being, until they each arrived at the other's crotch. Mark lay enmeshed in his feelings and entranced with his wife beside him. His wife took his erection in her mouth, lovingly caressing it with her tongue. The pleasure he received was immediate and intense, more so than it had ever been. For her he had kissed down her thighs and now had come face to face with her snatch which he found oddly compelling. He felt drawn to it, pulled toward her body as he tried too to bring her pleasure. He licked her lower lips and teased her cunt but found himself circling her clit with his mouth. With soft sucking motions he drew it out of its fleshy sheath, its length and size growing with each tender suckle. He took it in his lips and began to suck on it, willing it to grow. It obeyed, growing longer and thicker in his mouth. He ran his tongue over it, feeling what could only be described as a head forming on its topside as it continued to pushed further into his throat. Denise groaned, a sound quite unlike her usual moan. He could not tell what was happening to him, only that his own sensations had grown exponentially with each passing second. It felt like he was pulling away from Denise even as she continued to press her face to his crotch. No longer did he feel like he was pressing down into her throat. Now he could barely feel her tongue caressing him there as her deep suckles turned shallow. Suddenly his crotch felt drenched in slick liquid as if someone had opened up a dam. He almost thought he had cum, but that was not the case. Denise's mouth covered his crotch now, teasing the source of the liquid with her tongue. Plunging into the depths of whatever dam had broken. Mark paused in his sucking. Something didn't seem right. The clitoris he had been sucking now filled his mouth, pushing deeper into his throat. The head had begun to leak a fluid, sweet and sour at the same time. A fluid he felt oddly drawn to. He grunted a moan to the pleasure before him in unison with Denise's own groan. Suddenly Denise rolled back, pulling the long clitoris out from his mouth as she released her own hold on him. Before he could say anything, though, she was on top of him, kissing him with a passion like he had never felt before. On her lips he could taste himself...only it was different. Strangely familiar. As if sometime in some other place he himself had tasted such a thing. Thoughts fled from him as an electricity shot through his body. Pleasure like none he had experienced before overtook him and he could only groan as Denise took charge of everything. Before he knew it she was on top of him, pushing his legs apart with her own legs to rest herself on him. He could feel her overgrown clitoris, now hard and firm and pushing against him. He could feel it wet and sticky with his saliva and its own juices while his own moisture ran down his legs, covering the bed in their slick liquid. Denise covered his mouth with kisses, pushing her tongue past his lips as she began to grind herself against him. He could feel the hard head of her clit push at the slick center of his moisture. He could feel it center on that moisture. Then, in her next thrust, he felt it enter that moisture and plunge into his body. Mark winced in pain as her hardness pressed further into his body. Pushing deeper and deeper until she lay, skin to skin, with him. He could not describe how he felt at that moment. Filled would probably be the proper term. Then, with a gasp, he felt Denise pull out of him, leaving the newly opened cavity empty and void. Mark sighed, wishing it would stay. Wishing after the brief pain had passed for the pleasure that had begun to overtake him. Then it began to push back into him again, further this time, sparking off a hunger like he had never felt before. And so it began. In and out. In and out. With each passing second more electricity. With each passing second, more change. Around his ears he could feel hair falling down from his head. Thick, blonde hair like none he'd ever seen. His hair is he wasn't mistaken. Another pulse from his crotch brought a sigh to his lips. Pleasure pulsed through his body but it still wasn't enough. He had to have more. Opening his eyes, he locked his legs around Denise and rolled with his body, keeping Denise in him, but moving him on top of her lap where he could control his pleasure. Once they were in their new position, he began to heighten his own pleasure. He began by pressing down firmly on the hardness within him, feeling it press against some inner organ he never knew he had. Then, slowly he rode up and down on the length, throwing his head back as he moved. New sensations flowed throughout his body. On his chest, his nipples rose to the occasion. They seemed harder, longer, more pronounced. They too ached for something, though the ache at his groin took precedence. They needed to be needed. Wanted to be suckled. And they were demanding attention as the rest of his body was. Suddenly he could feel a breath on them, Denise's breath, as her tongue began to tease one and then the other. They seemed longer now, more erect. Mark opened his eyes as his chest took a life of its own. As Denise slowly teased his nipples, they grew in size, surrounded now by dark circles. Then, with each passing second, they seemed to grow outward, the flesh beneath them pushing them out until they sat on two soft domes of flesh. Denise took into account their growing size and began to suckle them and kneed them with her fingers and mouth. With one hand on one breast and her mouth on the other, Denise brought Mark to a place he never had imagined before. As the tempo rose, Mark began to bounce literally on Denise's lap. The volume of the two rose to new heights. "Oh Denise..." Mark said. "Oh... don't stop... don't stop... Oh Denise...don't...stop..." With each passing second, Mark's voice rose in timbre, until it was a soprano's soft voice, caressing the heavens with her sound. As it rose in octave, Mark's pleasure increased, the change in his voice bearing witness to each level of ecstasy. "Oh..." he moaned. "Oh...oh..oh..oh..oh...yeah!!!" Finally, when it had reached its peak, Mark screamed. "Eeeekkkkkk...." His whole body tensed up as muscles he never knew existed clamped down around Denise. The peaks came in rapid succession, one after the other, until Mark didn't know how many he'd experienced. Denise's eyes were closed too, reveling in the feelings she was experiencing there as well. As these peaks subsided, Mark began to bounce again, up and down, on what he could only describe now as the perfect rod of pleasure. Again an intense orgasm and again his body clamped down around Denise. Throughout these orgasms, Denise was changing as well. With each orgasm, more of her female body was melting away. Her breasts went first, followed quickly by her long hair. Her legs grew muscular and hairy. Her face took on a square appearance. She even grew facial hair, a thick beard of dark black hair, flowed from her face. As her grunts, her movements, and even her thoughts began to flow together with her new form. On their third round of orgasms, Denise felt her own orgasm approaching. As it did, Mark gasped, feeling her penis grow to immeasurable height. Then with a final push upon her, Denise let loose the semen that had been building within her. Mark squealed, the loudest ever, as his own body began to pulse around Denise pulling her thick ribbons of hot semen deep into his own body. Finally with one final grunt Denise was through. Mark continued to bounce up and down, enjoying the final shocks from his last orgasm even as his lover's rod grew soft. At last they sat, face to face, each of their new bodies dripping with sweat. "What...just...happened??" Mark said in his new high voice. "I don't know..." Denise said, her own voice now low and masculine. A single knock at the door and the old man came in. "I see you two have enjoyed your prize," he said with a smile. "What do you mean," Mark said, strangely comfortable with the old man gazing at his new, naked form. "I mean, now at last your form and your function fit. You are finally in the bodies whose function you've been employing." "Huh?" Denise grunted. "Look, Denise. You've always been the instigator, right? You're the one with the job. You're the one who earns the money. You're the provider of the family. Mark, you've always been the caregiver. Cleaning the house appeals to you. You enjoy that sort of thing. And you've been the one to want a family. Not that Denise doesn't, but Denise can't get past not being the provider. So... these new forms fit." "Wow," Mark said, rolling off Denise onto the bed. "I...can't believe it!" "Believe it or not... it's true." the old man said with a smile. "So... how do we go about our daily lives then?" Denise asked, standing rather awkwardly. "Well... first you get on some clothes. Second, you join the rest of the world who all think this is the way you've been forever." "What? How can you make it do that?" "Same way I can change you to begin with. Or speed up your pregnancy, Mark. Magic!" "Wow! Magic!" Mark said, looking down at himself. "What?!" Denise shouted. "What did you say about...about pregnancy?" "Oh, that. Well, since you decided to make love on the baby bed Mark here already has a young one growing in his belly. And since you've been talking to me these, oh, seven minutes or so, that young one is just beginning his second trimester!" Mark looked down at his belly. He hadn't noticed it before, but his belly had risen since parting from Denise. In fact, the longer he watched it, the more it seemed to grow. Likewise, his breasts had increased in size, growing larger and rounder, taking on the full shape of pregnancy. Mark pressed his hands to his belly to feel it happening within him. "In fact," the old man said with a smile. "If he just sits on that bed for a time, we'll be witness to the birth right here!" Denise's eyes grew wide. He grabbed Mark and pulled him off the bed. With him standing she could tell the truth behind the old man's statement. For indeed Mark sported the belly of a woman four to five months pregnant. Mark smiled, rubbing his tummy with one hand. "I always wanted to be a father... I mean a parent!" "You'll get that chance soon enough...though I might have to sift through a few things to get some maternity clothes for you to wear out of here." "What about our lives," Denise said. "You... Denny," the old man said. "Work exactly where you've been working now. You told your co-workers you'd meet your wife here to pick out maternity clothes. You...Mary...met your husband here. You're both of course thrilled about the possibility being parents...especially since you've already decided on having three more!" Denny looked nervously at Mary who smiled, her hands rubbing her belly again. "Can I just sit on that bed of yours for a little while longer," Mary said. "I just can't wait until I have this baby!" "No!" Denny said. "No. I've gotta get use to a few things...before the baby comes." "That's fine," the old man said. "Now if there's nothing else I'll leave you to get dressed. I believe the clothes here will fit you both after all. The door at the back of the room will leave you in the mall. Blessings to you both!" The old man left, returning to the foursome he had left in the other room, while the two soon-to-be parents dressed in the clothes that would soon make up their new lives together. End... And To be Continued...