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Roman's Revenge - Part Two: The Second Wave Note: Please don't re-post this story without my permission. As with the previous one, this story will contain a lot of sex, as well as a lot of transformation elements - not just gender. If you are bothered by human-to-animal transformation, you may want to skip a few parts; otherwise, it's good to go. 1) TUESDAY The reaction the next morning to poor Mark's new addition was one of understandable shock. No one really understood it because Mark himself wasn't really making a whole lot of sense. He would talk about having a lot of sex and it was all very blurry to him. "It's not a baby, though, like you, Natalie, so like, I'm not even going to bother with, like, Mom clothes," he explained to them, wearing instead a tee-shirt that hugged hard against his gigantic breasts and only covered a third of his big, pregnant-like belly. He wore a short skirt around her waist, leaving the rest of the belly exposed. "Maybe you should have," Mike grumbled. "Whoa! Dude, like, look at your tits!" Mark grunted and looked away, his gigantic breasts not hiding even behind his largest of hoodies. Diane sniffed at Mark. "Like, what?" "Arf?" she inquired with a sad look on her face. "Whatever," Mark replied. "Oh and by the way, you like, all gotta stop calling me Mark. It's like, fucking Marcy now." "Fine, whatever," Lisa said, feeling twitchy. She kept her eyes open for Roman. But really, no one saw him all day. It was strange, but not unwelcome. They had all grown pretty sure that they would not be changed back by him and instead had discussed (briefly) how it was he was able to change them all in the first place. Apparently, it was something magic, which as unbelievable as it seemed, was certainly a possibility considering what they looked like and acted like. The rest of the day went on a lot like the day before hand. Mark - Marcy - struggled with the fake pregnancy. The belly was the only real issue, but it was enough. He lived in constant fear that he would 'give birth' to all that sperm at any minute. But luckily, she made it through the day. Natalie avoided as many people as possible and stuck with Diane. She had tried to talk to Lisa the night before, but their conversation had been brief. A wedge was between them now and any sort of love that they may have had was revealing itself to be just another illusion. Not that Natalie liked dealing with Diane and her canine ways (she was acting odder and odder), but it was better than the tension with her and Lisa and the guilt she felt whenever she was about Mike. Mike himself was going solo, dealing with idiots and perverts just staring at his gigantic breasts. However, when he caught Frank staring at him, he spoke up. "What?" "You look very familiar," Frank said, tearing his eyes from Mike's boobs. "It's me, Frank. Mike." "Impossible..." Frank said, but there was something right about it also. "You can't be." "I am," Mike sighed and leaned against the locker. "But... how?" "Your friend Roman. Changed us." "Is that why Natalie is pregnant? Why Diane looks and sound like a dog? That girl, the one who's pregnant today but wasn't yesterday?" "That's Mark." "Whoa." "Yeah. Look, this happened because we were assholes to you and Amy and Alice. We were wrong and now we're being punished for it." A wild, entertained smile crossed Frank's lips. "You deserve it." "Maybe. But we don't want to be stuck like this." "Boobs like those and you could probably get whatever you want. You deserve to be like that. All of you." Frank turned away and walked off, leaving Mike just standing there. Mike turned around and almost slammed right into Alice. How long had she been there? "Is it true?" she asked. "Yeah. I'm sure you think we deserve this too." She nodded slowly. "Maybe. But not to be stuck like that. Amy is my friend. My best friend. But she made a mistake by getting pregnant. It was her own decision to have sex. I don't know how or why Natalie is pregnant - and so big - but I'm betting that it was brought upon her unnaturally." He nodded. "Yes." "I... I don't want to make Roman mad, so I'm only going to tell you what I know. He lives two doors two from me. Just yesterday I realized that I hadn't seen his parents in weeks. The only reason he buddies up to us is because he lives so close to me and because we're the only ones who don't make fun of him. I don't think he has anyone else but us and it's not like we're super-close with him anyways." "He's... lonely?" Alice shrugged. "I don't know. I guess." "What else do you know about him?" "His parents are archeologists. Really nice folks. Not long after they moved here two years ago, I broke my leg in front of their house on my bike. His Dad called the ambulance and his Mom sat with me until they came." Mike nodded. "Well, that doesn't honestly help a whole lot." "I know. I wish I had more, but... that's all I got." Alice turned away and walked. Mike sighed heavily, jugs bouncing a little when he did. He appreciated her helpfulness, though it didn't help a whole lot. The information about Roman's parents was a nice nugget, but it didn't really offer much in the way of clues. "Gawd, I feel like, like, I just swallowed a toilet," Marcy stated, saddling up to Mike. "You have such a great way of putting things. How did this happen to you again? Something about Roman..." "Well, duh, he was part of it. I just had lots of sex and this is a shitload of sperm. Teheheh! I'm having sperm!" She poked her tight belly, then grabbed Mike's hand and forced it on her belly. "So strange," Mike sighed. "Wow, your boobies are like, so big. They really don't go along with your body type." "My body doesn't go along with my body type, Mark." "Who's Mark?" "Marcy. Sorry." "Heh." At that point, they met up with Natalie and Diane. Natalie had her hand on her back. "Bark!" greeted Diane. "Hi!" Marcy replied. "Oh, does your back, like, hurt like hell too?" Natalie nodded gingerly. "Yeah. I was thinking about getting a hot bath when I get home, but too much heat... can... hurt the babies," she said slowly, still coming to terms with the fact that she was carrying three lives in her belly. "Oh really? Like, huh," Marcy said in a non-committal way. "Where's Lisa?" "Trying to get out of volleyball practice." Mike nodded, knowing that those short shorts they wore in volleyball were not exactly the best option for girl with a large dick. Mike thought briefly about how good it felt to be ridden by that large cock on Friday night and was embarrassed to even think that she wanted another shot at it. But she did. "So now what?" "I think Diane is going to keep looking at how this could have happened, right?" Natalie said, looking to her half-canine friend. "Bark!" "Good," Mike agreed. "I guess Roman's parents are archeologists and they haven't been around in weeks." Diane tilted her head to the side and made a 'rowrrrrerr,' sound. Mike interpreted that as Diane all ready knew that. "I'm going to run home for a while, take a nap," Natalie said, hands resting on her mammoth belly. "Then I guess I'm babysitting poor Erin tonight." "Okay. I've got to work. Mark - er, Marcy?" "I dunno." "Sounds encouraging." *** The afternoon sunlight was pouring into Mark's home as he waddled inside. His skirt was very uncomfortable and the belly was just so heavy. He quickly changed into pajama pants and a tee-shirt, even removing her bra to help relieve tension on her back. His big boobs hung haphazardly against his tee-shirt and he sat there, in front of the TV, blank and restless. There was no baby to kick or punch, but there was a certain... sloshing sensation. As Mark sat on the couch, her back continued to feel achy and sore. Finally, he heaved himself up, boobs sliding forward, unrestrained, nipples apparent through the tee. He waddled upstairs, big, tight ass swinging, hips gyrating with the new center of gravity to manage. With no babies, that meant that a warm bath was indeed possible. She closed the drain and stepped into the tub. Just as she was about to on the hot water full blast, she felt what could only be describe as a punch to the his vagina. He felt something warm and gooey slip out of his moist hole and drop out from the pussy lips. Mark - Marcy - looked down and watched as a small puddle of cum had formed between her feet. She giggled. Another 'punching' sensation followed and Marcy laid down in the tub. She spread her legs and as soon as she did, a thick, long stream of spooge shot up and plastered the bathtub. Marcy's pussy suddenly felt hot and moist as sperm poured out of her in buckets. Her fingers found her clit and her nipples and she started to finger herself off. Her belly was slowly deflating and the cum was filling the tub fast, now covering the entire surface of the bath tub floor and rising. It was still warm and still had that taste. It was got into her hair again and as her body bathed in cum, she screamed in orgasmic delight. The DNA of thirty guys swam around the boy turned girl as she masturbated and her fake pregnant belly deflated. By the time Marcy came a fifth time, the belly was flat again and there was a two inch lake of sperm that she writhed in. She turned around it, covering her body again with the spooge, loving its warmth. Now it tasted and smelled like her juices too. Marcy giggled. Maybe she did like being fake pregnant and maybe she did want a baby. She swirled around in the cum for a while, then remembered that Roman had wanted her to call him. He had said to wait a day, but what did it matter, really? Marcy got out of the bathtub and walked over to the heap of clothes that sat next to the door. Sperm dripped off her in big huge drops, but she didn't care. She wiped her hand on her clothes, then pulled out her cell phone and got back into the bath tub of cum. "Hello?" asked Roman. "Like hiya!" "Marcy?" "Yep! I'm, like, bathing in spunk." "Are you? I... I thought I told you to wait a day." "Oh, I know, but why? I think that's silly. I'm ready today." There was a long pause, interrupted at last by a sigh. "Okay, Marcy, look. Clean up. Clean up good. Then come over here, okay? You know where my house is, right?" "I do?" "Yes. You egged it last year." "Oh! Like, okay!" By the time Marcy finished cleaning the bathroom, had washed all the cum off of her (thoroughly), and had gotten dressed, the sun was over half-way below the horizon, a slice of burning orange set against a red-turning-purple sky. She arrived at Roman's wearing a tank-top that did nothing but showed off her boobs and mid-drift. Marcy also wore short-shorts that clung to her ass cheeks. Roman let her in. "I wasn't expecting you today." "I know," Marcy replied, running her hands across his chest. "But I couldn't wait for you." He smiled. Marcy leaned in to kiss him, but Roman pulled away. "In a minute." "Ohhh," she sighed. "You like boys, don't you?" "'Course I do!" "And you like girls too?" "Yep!" "A little present, now. Something for me." His hands squeezed her breasts and as they did, they grew in, straining hard against the material of her tank top and her bra. They were now easily in the EE to F range. Marcy jumped up and down, her gigantic breasts moving with her. "Oh yay! I love big boobies!" "I know you do," Roman replied. "So do I." "Heheh. Say, like, can I use your bathroom?" He nodded. "I'll be in my bedroom. It's upstairs. The bathroom is down that hall there." Marcy grinned stupidly. "I can't wait, but I, like, have to pee." "Whatever." Roman walked off, heading for the stairs. Marcy headed into the bathroom. After she finished her business and checked out her new boobs, she stepped out. It was then across the hall, she saw something. A soft, crimson light glowing from the edges of a door. Surprised by her own initiative, Marcy walked right over and opened the door. And that when everything made perfect sense... even to a stupid bimbo like Marcy. Moments later, Roman was about go check on the woman he had formed from the idiot Mark when she walked in. His jaw dropped. In her hands was a glowing crimson orb about the size of a basketball. "No..." he muttered. "Like, yeah." It was true. It was so true. This was what Roman had used to change them, where his magic and his power came from. The orb told its user how to operate it. The first thing out of Marcy mouth was for her brainpower to be restored. For some reason, she was still talking like a bimbo, but she was back to normal in her mind. Roman jumped towards Marcy, but she concentrated on the orb. Roman was suddenly thrown back onto his bed. "You know how to work, then? You must know now that no spell can be undone, only altered." "Like, no shit," Marcy replied. "I need my friends to be here." There was a great blurring along the space between Roman's bed and the wall. Suddenly, Mike appeared, dressed for work, the top of his button up shirt straining with his big breasts. He looked stunned and shocked. Beside him was Diane, who immediately started barking at Roman. Natalie and Erin were next, the two clinging to each other. Finally, there was Lisa, who had apparently been in the middle of getting dressed, because she was standing in only her underwear. Her hands fought to decide which to cover - her bra or her briefs. "What's going on?" asked Natalie. "I, like, have what changed us," Marcy answered. "The Orb of Alteration." Diane walked over, looked at it, and started barking loudly. "Like, I wish you, like, could talk like normal." Diane barked, then suddenly said: "... Alteration?" Her hands went to her throat. "Bark! What? Wait. I'm talking BARK BARK. I was... changed, wasn't I? Tricked." "Yeppers!" Diane turned to Roman and snarled. "You asshole. You BARK BARK asshole." "Why isn't she completely back to normal? Change us, Mark!" Mike shouted. "It doesn't work that way," Roman sneered. "The Orb of Alteration will not undo what it has all ready done. It will alter the nature of the spell, but not undo the spell itself. You're stuck like that!" "I, like, can change you guys some! Erin, I, like, don't want you to be a little girl anymore." "Wha? AHHHHH!" There was a burst of light from Erin's body. She was suddenly changing rapidly, growing older. In under a minute, she was an eighteen year old girl. "Ahhhh! Instant puberty!" she yelped, staring at her B-cup breasts. "What about the rest of us?" questioned Lisa. "I don't, like, I don't know." Roman suddenly stood up. He charged at Marcy again, shoving Diane out of the way. Marcy grabbed hold of the Orb of Alteration and turned away from Roman. As she did, she wanted the Orb as far away from Roman as possible. "I like, gotta hide it!" There was a burst of red light and the Orb of Alteration vanished. "Where is it?" Roman shouted. Diane started barking loudly and bit his arm. Roman shoved her away and swept back. "A curse on you all!" With that, Roman vanished. "Let's get out of here," Mike sighed. *** A little later, Diane stood in her bedroom, staring at the mirror, looking at the transformations her body had gone through and that she just now realized occurred. Her tail had felt so natural and she didn't even think about it; now it was part of her and she couldn't imagine not having it. She looked to her face. Diane poked out her tongue, observing how thin and flat it was - not too much how wet. Diane touched her dark moist nose and realized that her face pressed out just subtly enough to appear vaguely like a muzzle. Diane turned around and headed towards her computer, ready to get back on the search for the Orb of Alteration. However, upon sitting down at her computer, her eyes glanced outside and she suddenly realized how badly she wanted to go for a walk... sniff and hear new things... maybe even find a way to show that she was there... like, mark it somehow... "Bark!" she said to herself, then focused hard. "No. Stay here. Focus. Arf! Focus!" She managed to. *** "Great. And now I have boobs," Erin sighed and looked up at Natalie. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" "I don't know, but it looks like you're a cheerleader," Natalie replied, glancing around Erin's now teenage-girl appropriate bedroom. "Oh fuck me!" "You might want to be careful about saying that now." Erin grunted and looked around his new room. It was in fact a new version of the room that he once had - it was simply a more age- appropriate version of the room he had when he was changed into a toddler. It was almost as though he was dropped into someone else's life. For every sports trophy, there was a cheerleading trophy. For every picture of a hot girl, there was now a picture of a cute guy. So much had changed, but it seemed as though things were simply swapped out. He had the same amount of clothes, just different kinds. He was willing to bet that the number of shirts (or tops, as he was supposed to call them now) were the same as they were before all this insanity began. His eyes fell on the cheerleading outfit again. Was there really an urge to want to use it? To wear it? To cheer? He looked in the mirror, taking in his new trim, hot body. Was he willing to show off his long legs to the school and the community? To trot around the various fields, looking hot, encouraging boys to do their best? "Maybe," he said without even thinking about it. "What's that?" "Oh... er, nothing." He turned around. "Who's the father, Natalie?" "I don't know. Maybe Roman. Maybe..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't want to. "I don't know," she said after a long pause. "Huh. Let me know when you figure it out, right?" "I haven't slept around, Erin. I'm not some slut. I wasn't pregnant before this." "Still takes two, right?" Erin asked, perking a slim eyebrow. "Fuck off. I hope you have bad cramps when you get your first fucking period." She struggled up from Erin's bed. When she stood, her back cracked a little. She pushed her belly out and it slipped out from under her shirt. "I'm sorry," Erin tried. "Are you?" "Yes." Natalie didn't have a response. She looked at Erin and was stricken by just how similar she looked to her old male self. The face was simply female; the expression was the same that she had seen before. Natalie felt like crying quite suddenly. "I didn't mean it, Nat," Erin apologized. "I just don't know what's going on. I feel a little out of the loop because I was in diapers for a while." Natalie nodded. "It's okay. I need to go home anyways. I'm exhausted." Erin sighed sympathetically. Much to her own surprise, she wrapped her arms around Natalie in a big hug. Natalie returned it. Natalie always loved it when Aaron hugged her - it was like being hugged by a big ol' teddy bear. Now it was like getting hugged by a, well, teenaged girl. But the sentiment was the same. "Call me if you need anything," Erin told her. "I will. See you tomorrow." Erin walked her to the door, then stopped and took stock in what he had become. He was surprised at just how natural this body felt to him. The memories he had as a toddler reminded him that that body felt the same. Not that he liked either this body or the other. In fact, the toddler body was in some ways preferable. He remembered - and not happily - just how nice it was to just... girl out. Watch cartoons, play with dolls, whatever. Now, he was older, in a body that was far more mature. And yet, there was also that urge to girl out. To just throw on a skirt and be a girl. "And what's wrong with that?" Erin asked. "Seriously?" Erin decided it was all very confusing and thus, she went to bed. *** Marcy came home almost immediately after making sure everyone was safe. Her brain was working like it used to, her old personality returned... sorta. It had, in some ways, merged with the bimbo one that had taken its place over the past few days. Despite having her intelligence back, she sometimes was surprised to find herself with flashes of stupidity. Plus - she couldn't help but keep talking like a bimbo. He was able to call himself Mark again... but admitted to himself that he also liked Marcy. Left over 'programming' from Roman. He stripped himself of his super-tight clothes and stared at his naked body, the smooth skin, the tight stomach, the large hips and ass... and the gigantic breasts. Mark lifted her tits up, feeling their weight, squeezing them tenderly, experimentally. "New boobies," she huffed. "Like, whoa." She looked to her closet, wondering how her bras and tops were going to fit her new additions. "Like, I don't want to deal with that," she sighed. "I wish I could, like, talk normal." Mark turned around and pulled on her pajamas. She was exhausted from everything. The incident with the orb, the sperm belly, yesterday's orgy... it weighed on her just like the new, heavy boobs. As she laid there, her mind rolled over that orgy. Did she like that? Did she really? Her personality had been so changed and altered at that point, she probably did. But now? She didn't know. Part of her missed being fucked. She liked the feelings, the sensations, everything about it. But you shouldn't like it, her mind countered. It wasn't right. Not because you're really a guy in a slutty bimbo body... but because being involved in something like that isn't what it's like being a woman. Being this way isn't real. Isn't natural. It has nothing to do with being a woman besides the way the sex happened. Much like Erin across town Mark/Marcy found it all confusing and did everything she could to drown out the conflicting voices in her head. 2) WEDNESDAY The school day went normally and while no one dared admit to each other (or even themselves), their transformed bodies were slowly becoming natural and somewhat normal. As with the previous two days, eyes were kept sharp for Roman - though he was nowhere to be found. Diane was continually distracted throughout the day, pelted with sounds and smells that she had ignored the past two days. Maybe it was because she realized that she was changed. Natalie continued to gain stares and wondered just how many people were talking about her behind her back. The 'new girls' stuck together most of the day; with Mark now thinking somewhat straight, he took notice of his own admirers. The part of him that was still bimbo-ed enjoyed that and she had to resist unconsciously flirting. Mike had a mission that day. She was going to confront Lisa about their relationship. Outside of Friday night, the two had barely even spoke. She was giving her the cold shoulder ever since then and it was time to stop. They had been together for too long to just let a couple of boobs get between them. She wanted to know what was going on. Unfortunately, Lisa had managed to avoid Mike at every turn. Thus, Mike felt he had one option left. That afternoon, after school let out, Mike simply went over to Lisa's house. "Hi," Lisa greeted. "Lisa, we need to talk." Lisa rolled her eyes. "We do?" "You've been avoiding me." "No, I haven't. I've been busy." "You're not busy now." Lisa turned and let Mike right in. Mike came in, big boobs swinging a little. "Those must be a pain," Lisa commented. Mike shook her head. "I hate them. I was starting to deal with these smaller ones, but these... they're so in the way of everything and make me feel awkward. Look, Lisa, I need to talk to you." Lisa sat down and Mike glanced at her crotch. She could the bulge that Lisa's gigantic dick made and it was looked so odd on Lisa's thin, female body. It was odd... and yet so sexual. Knowing that a huge penis sat there, in between his girlfriend's thighs, created as a punishment, to fuck and plunge deep into a pussy... "What about?" Lisa asked. Mike sat down, pushing the thoughts away as fast as possible. The shirt he was wearing was the biggest he had and it was still stretched hard across his huge tits, showing a slice of his firm, flat stomach. "Us." "Mike..." "Look?" "Mike, just listen to me for a minute. Please." She had a pleading, almost begging look in her eyes. "This whole... thing... is just confusing and I..." She sighed and leaned down. "I'm just going to say it. I'm scared, Mike. I get these boners and I just don't know what to do and I've been masturbating more in the past four days that I have in my entire life. I'm scared that..." "That you're going to start to like girls?" Lisa nodded. "Yes." "I understand." "And since you're a girl and I still feel the same about you..." "That's why you've been avoiding me." "Yeah." Lisa nodded again. Mike stood up, arched her back out, tossed his short brown hair out of her face, and promptly sat down on Lisa's lap, his inner thighs hugging around her outer ones. He put his thin hands on her shoulders, their boobs pressed hard against each other, and he looked down at her, hairs hanging down around his vision. "I still feel the same about you," Mike said, his crotch warm and feeling a twitch from hers. The cock was coming alive. "And I think as long as we still feel the same way about each other, we should be okay." "Sounds good." Lisa leaned forward and kissed Mike softly on the lips. The kiss grew stronger, female lips parting, bodies responding in natural but still alien ways. 3) FRIDAY Diane had insisted that Marcy come over to her house as soon as possible. When Marcy finally did arrive, Diane was waiting impatiently by the door. Her hair was back in braided ponytails (box braids) that hung down just below her shoulder. She was wearing a tank top and short-shorts. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and her tail wagged a little. "Like hey!" "BARK! Hi." "Like, what's up? You wanted me to come over, I guess, so like, here I am." Diane stared at Marcy. "You still can't talk right?" "Like, no. I'm, like, trying to, but I can't get the, uh, words out right." She giggled. "And I like, can't stop giggling." She giggled again. "Arf!" "Looks like you can't either." Diane nodded. "Come in. I need to talk to you." "Okay!" The pair walked in into the house. "My parents are gone for the weekend. BARK BARK BARK!" Diane tensed. "Sorry. I can't stop BARK! BARK BARK BARK BARK!" "Like, that's okay. I can't stop sounding like a bimbo. Heheh." "That's BARK what I wanted to talk to you about." Diane's tail was wagging faster now. Her heart was pounding in her chest. "I'm... I've been able to fight this thing all week. This urge. I BARK BARK I can't any longer, though. Marcy... Mark... whatever... I'm part dog now. I can't help that. I can't BARK stop feeling BARK!" "I don't understand..." Diane concentrated hard. "I want to be a dog! ARF ARF ARF!" "You kinda are." "I am, I know," Diane responded. "And it's that dog part of me that wants to take over. I've been racking my brain for the past week about Roman and that orb and all that. It's all I can focus on because if I lose sight of that, I'm going to... I'm going to be a dog." "Like, what?" "Mark," Diane said and put her hands on her arms. "I'm fighting this BARK urge to be more dog-like. BARK understand? Everyone accepts you right now because you talk like a bimbo. Everyone accepted me when I didn't know I was fucked up. Right now? I need you to accept me. Because I can't fight this anymore. Let me be a doggy, please? BARK? BARK? I want - need - to give into this urges because I can't fight them anymore." Marcy nodded. "Like, sure." Diane's face scrunched. "You BARK won't leave? You'll stay for a while?" "Of course! We're BFFs!" Diane laughed, breaking the tension. "BARK! Thank BARK! BARK BARK ARF!" Marcy smiled and Diane immediately began to lick her face. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... be like you would be around ARF ARF!" She coughed. "A dog." "What are you going to do?" Diane's face turned thoughtful. "I'm not sure, but I just need to give in. I bought some stuff." Her face flushed. "Promise me... promise me you won't think less of me no matter what?" "Like, totally not. All bets are, like, off and stuff." "Thank you," Diane whispered. She immediately pulled off her shirt. "I... I can't stand my clothes. I just..." "Uh... like, okay!" Marcy giggled, but it was mostly to suppress the shock of seeing Diane take off her shirt. It landed on the floor. When Diane pulled down her shorts, she simply transitioned down onto all fours. "I'm just... BARK BARK BARK... more comfortable down here," she tried to explain. "Like, you don't have to uh (what's that word?)... tell me why you're doing stuff." Diane smiled and barked. She soon began sniffing the carpet, her expression thoughtful. So many interesting smells and odors. Diane could smell herself and her parents, but also faint lingering of friends and relatives. It was all very fascinating. For Marcy, it was the strangest thing, watching her best friend and crush walk around the living room in her underwear on all fours, smelling the ground everywhere she went. Her tail was wagging a little. She looked to Marcy and bounded right over. Marcy began to pet her on the head and Diane started to pant happily. She licked Marcy's face a few times, then jumped back from her and headed on upstairs. It was just so odd to see her act like this, like she really was a dog despite (other than a few features) she was human. Diane returned with a soft doggy ball in her mouth. Marcy grinned. She wants to play fetch. Marcy grabbed it and tried to pull it out, but Diane playfully maintained her grasp. She was smiling around the ball. "Like, c'mon," Marcy said. Diane continued to hold onto it, smiling the whole time. Her tail was wagging playfully. "Like, drop it!" Marcy commanded. Diane dropped the ball and Marcy expected her to say something at her, but she didn't. She stared up at Marcy with a glazed over expression of playfulness and anticipation. Was she really this exciting for fetch? Marcy tossed the ball across the room. Diane went bounding for it like a 120 pound, 5'6" dog. She returned the ball and dropped it in front of Marcy, an expression of stupid joy washing over her face. Marcy regarded it for a few seconds and as she did, she watched as the real Diane started to emerge. Diane was about to open her mouth to speak (not bark) when Marcy threw the ball again. The happiness returned, let out an "arf!" and chased after that ball. The ball was thrown three more times. Diane fetched it each time. I never knew this could be so much fun! she thought as she grabbed hold of the ball that third time. I love how it lands in a different place! She returned the ball and watched Marcy's arm fire it away. Diane watched the angle of the throw and ran across the room where the ball must have landed. She rushed over... and found nothing! What the hell? Where was it? It should be here. Diane sniffed around and started to look all over the area of the room. It didn't make any sense - it should be there. Diane looked back at Marcy. Marcy smiled and held the ball in her hand. Diane laughed internally and ran over. He-She is sooo funny. And I fell for the stupidest trick in the book! Diane ran over to Marcy and placed her arms onto Marcy's lap, her face looking up at Marcy's. "Arf?" Marcy patted Diane on the head. "You having fun?" Diane wasn't sure how to answer (as a human or a dog?) but before she could answer herself, a bark leapt from her mouth. "I guess so, heheh." Diane licked Marcy's face a few times before she suddenly realized she had to pee. Diane - on instinct - ran over to the door and started to paw at it, whimpering a little. "Uh, like, Diane? Do you really, like, wanna go outside to pee?" Diane looked up at Marcy for a moment, a little surprised. "Oh," she uttered, her human half overtaking the dog part. "Bark!" She walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Once in there, Diane struggled with just how to use the toilet. It was like she had forgotten. She even tried to lift her leg, but eventually, she remembered. She glanced in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. Except for that bra. It just didn't look right. She was a dog! Her teeth bared into it and she ripped it right off. Then, going back down onto all fours, Diane emerged from the bathroom. Marcy did a double-take. "You're naked!" Diane barked and her tongue just kinda hung out from her mouth stupidly. She had gotten kinda bored with fetch and ran upstairs real quick. Marcy just stood there, dumbfounded and a little aroused by her naked crush running around like that. She had just the kinda perfect breasts Mark had thought she had. Her ass was tight and wonderful. A certain heat began to grow from Mark's vagina and he recognized it. He was being turned on. Diane returned with a leash and collar in her mouth. She dropped them in front of Marcy, sat back onto her haunches and barked twice. "You like, want me to walk you?" "Bark!" "We can't go outside." She started panting. Marcy shrugged, thinking they'll just walk around the house. She grabbed the collar and Diane half-tackled her in excitement. She put it on, then reached for the leash when Diane suddenly barked real fast. "What?" Diane looked down, struggling to find words. Instead, she scooted her naked pussy across the floor. Marcy's eyes went wide with confusion. Diane looked back up at her, face red. "Bark!" she started. "I think I'm BARK in heat!" "Oh." "Bark! Bark bark!" Marcy stood up, not sure what to do. Diane joined her, though she found it difficult. Her tail was wagging quickly. Marcy stared at her, feeling the pit of her stomach start to heat, meeting with the heat burning in her vagina. "Like, I..." she began. Diane shook her head, her little pigtails flapping with her golden retriever ears. "I like you," she said simply. "Like you BARK like me." Marcy nodded in understand. Diane reached forward and kissed her briefly on the lips. Marcy's face flushed and she put her hands on Diane's waist. "I've never ARF kissed another girl before - " Marcy grabbed hold of her and pulled Diane against her, squishing her dog-like body against Marcy's huge breasts, her mouth coming upon hers. Their tongues met and Marcy regarded the thin wet thing that entered her mouth and pressed against Marcy's own tongue. They broke. Diane's face was beat red. Marcy grabbed hold of Diane's face and ran her hands all over it, feeling the subtle bulge of the vague muzzle, scratching a little behind the floppy ears. They kissed again and this time, Diane pulled off Marcy's shirt, revealing the bra that held Marcy's breasts secure. She ran her long, wide, flat tongue across Marcy's feverishly hot chest and when she unhooked the bra (where had she gotten one big enough to hold those huge boobs?), she licked and sucked and bite a little at the nipples. "Like... oh my gawd..." Marcy sighed. Diane arfed a little, then continued her tongues journey southward, smelling the juices of Marcy's pussy. Diane undid the buttons and zipper, the yanked down the shorts, revealing a cute set of panties. "Did any of those guys go down on you?" she asked, surprised a bark didn't make it into that sentence. "No." Diane smiled, tongue hanging out, and pulled down Marcy's panties, revealing a perfectly hairless pussy. Diane was doing everything she could to not start humping Marcy's leg, but she pushed on. I'm man's best friend, right? Even if she isn't a man anymore, she's still my best friend. She began to lick the outer folds, then spread them, and starting licking the vagina itself, the taste of it intense and wonderful and sweet and bitter. Diane focused on the clitoris and it swelled with each passing lick. She knew they swelled and she could hear Marcy grunted and moaning in pleasure. But this clitty was strange. It was pulsing, getting huge. "Bark!" she tried to say, but the smell of Marcy's wonderful vagina was just too much for her. Diane kept licking it and could hear Marcy's heart rate and breathing pick up speed. The clit was huge now and was actually standing out inches from the vagina. She licked and licked, her eyes closed, concentrating on licking and sucking and feeling Marcy's thin hands run across her braided hair and not quite human face. Marcy screamed suddenly and Diane felt the clit go rigid, standing inches off her body. Diane opened her eyes and saw that the clit had actually turned itself into a penis. It wasn't more than six inches and it smelled like a pussy, but it was a penis shaft, completely hard. "What is that?" questioned Marcy. "Arf..." Diane replied and began to rub her vagina against Marcy's leg. "Please." Marcy nodded. Diane quickly got down on all fours and presented herself to her. Marcy examined her new (old?) penis shaft and wanted to think more of it... but instead simply gave into the desire that had taken them both. She pushed it in slowly. Mark had only had sex twice in his life, but it was never doggy style. It took a little getting used to, but it wasn't long before she had a rhythm to it. Slowly, her wide hips smacking Diane's ass as her shaft went in and out of the pussy. Diane was grunting, even yapping a little. Oh, she felt so warm and wet... Marcy had missed it! She wished she was a man again so that she could do this anytime she wanted. Thoughts of how her clit turned into a dick were gone now, as Diane reached orgasm. Marcy smiled and reached down carefully to Diane's clit. She rubbed and Diane started barking like mad. Her tail was rapidly wagging, smacking Marcy's breasts lightly. It felt good, really, the fur rubbing ever-so-gently against her nipples. Marcy felt a familiar pulse in her shaft. She shoved hard into Diane as she came. Diane barked loudly once more, tongue hanging stupidly from her mouth. She whimpered a little bit as Marcy calmed down, her dick pulling out from Diane's vagina. Diane turned around and immediately started licking Marcy's face. "Oh god! Arf! That felt sooo good!" Marcy looked down at the bizarre penis shaft between her soft thighs. It began to diminish, just like it used to. However, it shrank, moving slowly into the folds of her vagina until at least transforming back into a clit. "Like, weird." "Arf!" Marcy pulled her legs up, pushing them against her considerable bust. Diane sat next on her haunches, tail wagging, panting. She looked more like a dog now than ever. "Diane... like... I don't know..." "Arf! Arf arf!" "I need to know... you, like, didn't just do that with me because you were in heat, did you? Like, you know I'm like so totally crushin' on ya, right?" Diane whimpered a little. "I... needed to have sex... bark!" Frowning, Marcy stood up. "That's what I thought." "Bark! Bark!" Marcy started getting dressed. "Like, you mean a lot to me... and like, I'm pretty a stupid bimbo slut half the time... and I kinda was think' you might... like, be nice to me and stuff and..." She paused, trying to make her brain process the right words and trying to get everything straight. "I'm not a slut, Diane!" "Bark! Marcy! Bark bark!" "Just go, like, have a doggy treat." Marcy pulled on her top, grabbed her purse, and left. 4) SATURDAY Still upset about the way Mark had stormed out, Diane shoved herself back into the research, resisting the urge to go running outside and pee on stuff. She had gathered what she had figured was pretty everything she had to go on about the Orb of Alteration. Diane tried to get everyone together. Mike nor Lisa were answering their cells. Mark certainly wasn't. Erin and Natalie did, but Diane couldn't really get out a sentence that wasn't filled with barking. It wasn't forced upon her now. It was natural. She was starting to like barking. So she wrote an e-mail and forwarded it to everyone. "Quite basically, the Orb of Alteration comes from an obscure and nomadic Native American tribe located in the southwestern United States. The name of the tribe is pretty difficult to locate, as the Calvary often confused them with other tribes in that region. As the Native Americans were driven more and more onto reservations, this tribe apparently vanished. The Orb was unaccounted for. "The Orb of Alteration re-enters history about 100 years ago when a man named Wayne McDuff formed a small cult worshipping it. The cult was disbanded when local authorities began to investigate the disappearance of several members - mostly women. Wayne McDuff apparently went missing when the investigators started to consider him the key suspect. "McDuff made several notes regarding the Orb of Alteration, but I haven't been able to find them. Most of the websites I've been on aren't really giving me much in the way of information - they consider McDuff a hack and the Orb a joke. Maybe we should show them the half- dog girl. "From what I understand, the Orb of Alteration went missing with McDuff until it was discovered in someone's attic on the west coast. It's probably from there that Roman's parents were contacted and it was brought to our little town. "I'm still trying to figure out more about what McDuff wrote. If he knew how it worked (and I'm guessing he does since people went missing), we might find a way to restore ourselves. Mark - or Marcy or whatever - can you remember anything else about where the Orb went? I know you said that most of what you found out when you touched the Orb is gone, but we need to find it. Call me." She paused while writing that part. Would he call? She continued on. "Anyways, just let me know what's going on please. If anyone of you finds Roman or anything like that... I don't know, figure something out. Thanks. See you all on Monday!" Diane clicked on 'send' and then sat back in her chair. She then got down onto all fours and began to crawl around the house. 5) TWO WEEKS LATER Three weeks since they were transformed the first time and two weeks since Diane's e-mail had circulated, Natalie was slowly starting to come to terms with her pregnancy. Not to term, of course. Despite looking nine months pregnant, she was (technically) only six weeks. But she was coming to terms with the fact that she had three living, growing babies in her body, blissfully unaware as to how they were conjured up or how rapidly they had gestated or even that they were going to be stuck in Natalie's belly for another 7-8 more months. She wasn't naming them. She couldn't bring herself to. But she was really starting to understand that she was bringing babies into the world. Despite all her denial, the constant yammering on from her mother about being a mother and the reluctant excitement from her father pushed into her a strange state of pre-motherhood. Her eyes were lingering on things like parenting magazines and baby clothes. When she and Diane went to Borders earlier in the week, she found herself trying to resist the compulsion to start reading books about having newborns. The biggest problem in all of this was wondering just who the father was. She had only had sex with Lisa and that was weeks ago. Things had changed since then. Roman's "curse upon them all" had issued forth another wave of transformations. Or, perhaps, further transformations. Natalie wasn't quite sure. Two weeks, no Roman. Two weeks, no Orb of Alteration. Two weeks, no answers. Natalie stepped out of the kitchen. Her legs were aching after a morning of serving fast food breakfasts. It was raining in sheets outside, soaking warm colored leaves. The house was quiet. She walked into her bedroom and pulled off her work top, revealing the big belly that sat like a boulder on her pelvis. Natalie found herself sitting down, running her hands across it, trying to figure out just who the father could be. It haunted her; it lingered in the back of every thought and more often than not, sent her crying to sleep at night. The babies suddenly began to kick. All three. "Stop please..." she sighed. "Look, I'm sure everything is very exciting and you're probably having the best time ever but - " "Nat?" The voice was only vaguely familiar. Natalie's head turned up and she saw a man standing across the room. She gasped. The man looked just as shocked as Natalie. "It's me... Frank." "Frank?! You... you..." He was Frank, all right. Except he was older. At least in his late twenties. She glanced at his hand, seeing a wedding ring. "Is this a dream?" he questioned. "You're pregnant, but... you're so young and this is your old house." "No, it's... real?" Did Roman do this? Did he age Frank? Natalie was trying to stand up. "Sweetie," Frank said and was looking with deep concern at Natalie. "Don't get up. It's okay. I'm just dreaming." And just like that, Frank was gone. "What the hell?!" Natalie shouted. "That would have been my doing." This was a new voice and it came from the open door way. Natalie turned and saw a man standing there, huge and muscular, with a thick dark beard. He was wearing a suit and tie, but they looked out of place. He looked out of place. "Who are you?" she shrieked. "I have many names, my dear. You can call me Mr. Ooa." "Ooa?" "Yes. There you go." He smiled and she saw that his teeth were solid gold. "Okay." "You got what you wanted," he then said, his smile diminishing. "You now know the father of your children." "F-Frank?" "Yes. Roman did a cleaver thing, toying with time/space. Never been done before." "Can you help us?" "I can not." "Then why are you here?" "Because I'm trying to make you understand. Time is short. The power of the Orb of Alteration is drawing back into itself. Away from... everyone." "I don't understand." His face turned serious. Outside, thunder rolled quite unexpectedly. The rain was now joined with hail. "Of course you don't. You just a little few months over 18, like your other friends. This is usually the part where the big adults tell me they understand. They start asking me questions. Sometimes they get violent." "Please tell me what's happening!" she yelled out. Thunder rolled and rumbled again. Mr. Ooa's smile returned, but it was far from a pleasant thing. "I am the core of this entire mystery." Next: The conclusion! Who is the mysterious Mr. Ooa? What is his connection with Roman and the Orb of Alteration? Speaking of which... where did it go to, anyways? And in the end, who will remain changed and who will be restored? Will anyone? Will there be further transformations? Plus - what happened in the two unseen weeks? Coming soon: Roman's Revenge - Part Three: A Curse Upon You All!