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"I think Jack is on to us." Lisa's only response was to snap the bra off her shoulders, twirling it overhead before tossing it in my face. Her hips were gyrating. Her eyes were fixed on my cock. Obviously, she didn't care. "Guess I worry too much, don't I." And she just nodded, the slightest gesture of her chin, before crawling onto the bed and taking my penis into her mouth. That was her charm. Not just her proclivity for cunnilingus-which was extraordinary-but her unabashed lust, her sexual confidence. I savored each lick of that moment, but soon her lips were sliding off me and her focus was on my body again. Looking me in the eye, she crawled forward, her every motion slow and deliberate, her shoulders rolling like those of a prowling tiger. I allowed her to stalk me, to come in close. She thought she was the predator, but today she was the prey. Soon, I'd have her wrestled to the mattress, and she would moan and thrash as a fucked her, a helpless animal submitting to a stronger mate. "I've been thinking about this all day," she whispered in my ear, her voice husky with desire. I let her make the first move, let her nibble my neck, let her kiss my lips. She was a wealthy woman, and she liked to think she was in charge. Of course, I wouldn't let her win today. I also liked to be on top, and as she kissed me, I grabbed the back of her head so that she couldn't get away. Although she thrashed like a captured animal, I wouldn't let her go. And soon she was moaning with pleasure, accepting my tongue into her mouth. I knew how to make her cum, and wanting more, I pulled her even closer to me, so our bodies didn't separate, so her flesh was always against my flesh. I ran my hand along the curve of her waist. I thrust my penis into her moist cleft. Soon we were making love, our bodies ones. Although she struggled, I wouldn't let her win so easily. The passion between the two of us was something extraordinary, something rare. Both of us were married, both of us had had countless lovers, but neither of us had experienced chemistry like before. This magnetism was our special secret, our gift from Aphrodite, and it transformed us into legends. As our tongues pushed against each other, as we twisted and wrestled and clung to one another's bodies, as we moaned from deep within our throats-we became the paragons of lust and sexuality. We became like gods, ecstasy crackling about our bodies like an electric charge. I could feel it when she came the first time, her body tensing around mine like a shrinking sweater. Her legs, splayed out beneath me, wrapped themselves tightly over my hips. Her arms folded across my back, each hand grasping the other's wrist. Even her face, which she normally pulled back so that she might moan, just pressed more firmly into mine, our gums scrapping together until they hurt. In seconds, she was cumming again, her body tightening even more, clinging to me with such intensity that I thought I might be crushed. Although I was a large man, she was strong woman. Her family was well bred, like horses. Eventually she got her tongue into my mouth, swollen with lust. Between my lips, it felt enormous, and as I sucked on it, I could read the pleasure in her eyes. She thrust it even further in, and although I tried to push it out, I was secretly enjoying the experience. Sucking on her tongue was oddly pleasurable, even mindless, like a child rolling a lollipop in his mouth. Never wanting to appear weak, however, I thrust my cock ever more deeply into her, until her eyes grew wide and teary. This led to yet another orgasm, a record even between the two of us. Her moans were so deep and resonate that I barely noticed the footsteps down the hall. Immediately, I knew it was Jack. Her husband. I tried shoving Lisa away so I could tell her what I heard, but she was clinging too firmly. With her tongue in my mouth, I couldn't say a word. Not that it would have done any good. In the next moment, he was opening the door, and then he was standing there, looking at us. He had never been able to deal with Lisa's strength. He had wanted somebody weaker, more managable. To see her submitting so passionatly to me must have hurt his pride. Still, I need to catch Lisa's attention, to tell her to stop. I started screaming at her, but of course everything came out as a frantic mmfh! Eventually, though, Lisa's eyes slid away from my face and towards the door. When she noticed her husband, muscles began twitching throughout her body, as though she were trying move but couldn't. Her arms were locked around me, her face planted in my face, her tongue growing ever larger. It was as though she were paralyzed . . . with the exception of her groin, which continued to grind against mine. Even as her husband watched us, we continued to fuck like wild animals. Still standing in the doorway, Jack shook his head. "I wanted to believe the rumors were a lie, but as we can all clearly see . . . that's not the case." He was holding a glass of brandy, calmly swishing it as he spoke. Years ago, he'd climbed to the top of the corporate ladder. Now, he wasn't only wealthy, but ruthless and psychotic. I didn't like that he had sudden reason to hate me and Lisa. Though, as I thought about it, it became clear that she had to be in on this. She was holding me here, forcing me to parade my sins before her husband. What were they planning? Were they going to blackmail me? It's not like I had anything they didn't. Those two were filthy rich. Although it was too late to deny what had happened between me and Lisa, I refused to continue playing their game. If this was all a trap, I'd at least conclude it with some dignity. My clothes were still in a heap on the floor, and I pried at Lisa's arms and legs so that she might free me. It was no use, though. She was holding me with unnatural rigor. And all the while she gave me a steely look, as though I were a fool, as though I were failing to see the obvious. "Lisa, I really hate to do this to you," Jack said, taking a sip from his glass. "Really, I do. But look at what you've done. You've spoiled yourself on this-" he pointed dismissively at me, "this trash." The anger in her eyes was extraordinary. Not even I could look at them, no more than I could stare at the sun. And then it struck me: if she was this angry, maybe she wasn't in on the trap after all. But if that were true, what the hell was happening to her? Why couldn't she let me go? Had he poisoned her? Was her tongue bloating in my mouth as she died? All the while she continued to grind her groin against me, and before my very eyes I saw her anger fade beneath a tide of lust. To my sudden embarrassment, she even orgasimed, her embrace further tightening around me. This was rigor mortise through infidelity. Death through ecstasy. He was killing his own wife, and somehow he was using me to do it. I started hurling curses at him, but of course nothing came out but a gagged echo. Then it occurred to me. He was going to suffocate me with his dying wife's tongue. And even as I struggled to pull my face away from hers, her bloated tongue stayed in my mouth. It was just too long, and her stiffened limbs were holding me too tightly. If nothing else, I resolved to die on my feet, pounding Jack in the face. With great effort, I pushed myself up, Lisa's body bending unnaturally as I did so. Her stiffened limbs resisted every movement I made, and simply sitting up the bed required constant effort. It was as though her body were spring-loaded, and now that I had cocked it, it was trying to push me back down. I struggled to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but Jack sauntered over and with an effortless push, knocked me back onto the mattress. He held us down for another minute, a single hand against my back. That was all it took. And eventually I gave up. He walked back to his spot under the door. Beneath me, Lisa was still alive, but her eyes were growing glassy. When she realized I was staring at her, she blinked a few times, briefly regaining awareness, but she quickly slipped off again. In my mouth, her tongue continued swelling, and although it wasn't chocking me yet, it had extended all the way to the back of my throat. It was a mouthful, so thick that my lips barely wrapped around it. We were frozen like that for a long time, Lisa periodically spasming with what seemed like an orgasm. Her hips ground against mine. The musculature of her pussy throbbed around my penis. Warmth radiated off her body. And without even thinking about it, we continued to screw. In retrospect, it's remarkable how easily I forgot all about Jack. How Lisa and I, like animals rediscovering their bodies, simply humped and moaned and sweated. Periodically I would remember everything, but just as quickly my terror was washed away by a new wave of lust. In private, this all-consuming libido was our greatest strength. At that moment, though, it was a source of future humiliation. At some point, Lisa's tongue became salty and moist, and as I sucked on it, I found myself drinking heavily of her saliva. It was a mindless pleasure, an act of consumption I enjoyed entirely with my body. When Lisa began bobbing her head, moving her tongue in and out of my mouth, I matched her rhythm. As I bucked and screwed from my hips, she fucked my mouth with her tongue. It was unlike anything we'd experienced before. And with remarkable ferocity, I was hungry for it. I wanted her in me as fully as she could go. When she moved away, I followed like a bitch. When a salty load of saliva dribbled down her tongue, I swallowed it like nectar. Just an hour ago I had wanted to dominate her. Now, in some necrotic French kiss, she was dominating me, and I was loving it. Yet in the middle of one of her thrusts, I caught sight of her 'tongue.' It was no longer pink, no longer soft. It was as white as her flesh, streaked with blue and green veins. Immediately, I recognized it for what it was. Lisa's tongue had turned into a cock. "I guess you're beginning to see what I've done," Jack said from beneath his door. "Lisa's becoming something entirely new." At the sound of her name, Lisa's eyes came to life again, if only for a moment. She glanced at the cock protruding from her lips, then stared at me in terror, then confusion, and then in lust once more-thrusting her member deeply into my mouth. I screamed. "Oh, stop pretending like you don't love it. Just a moment ago you were moaning like a whore." Although I kept screaming, I soon forgot why. In the throes of passion, I felt satisfied. Full. Content. It was hard to remember that something was wrong. So when another salty load dribbled down my throat, I swallowed it hungrily. I let it fill me like a warm chocolate liquor, waves of satisfaction permeating outwards, circulating all throughout my body. I swallowed as much as I could, drunken by the grace of her transformation. I heard the first crack soon after. It came from my hips, which were aching-not unlike a sore back. Instinctively, I popped them, setting the bones back in their proper alignment. I was immediately relieved, yet the tension returned within moments. So I began gyrating my hips, moaning as they popped and settled into place. Soon I had cracked them a dozen times, maybe more. And between Lisa's thighs, they began to feel bulky. It was the strangest thing, like having padding strapped to either side of hips. Lisa continued to squeezed my hips between her thighs, holding me so tightly that her knees met over my tailbone. She had been frozen in this position for a while. It was another sign of her rigor mortis, of her impending death. Yet slowly, I felt her legs shift. Her feet dipped downwards, wedging themselves between my own thighs, curving unnaturally along my groin until they met her ass. Gradually, her calves sank between my ass cheeks until they felt like a wedgie. At that thought, something in my brain finally clicked. Her legs shouldn't be able to do that. Confused, I reached back and touched them, only to find that they were strangely silky and misshapen. And beneath my touch, I felt them shifting and shrinking further. Although it was hard to move with Lisa clinging to me, I twisted around to get a better look. To my horror, I saw that her legs really were changing. Although they were still noticeably human, they were softening, flattening, transforming into something like lingerie. I stared in disbelief, and then noticed a change in myself, too. My hips, which had been mannish and slender only moments before, were developing a girlish breadth. I shook them tentatively, feeling them pop again. And although it was slight, I could just imagine I saw a difference. With newfound vigor, I began tearing at Lisa's embrace. I wanted desperately to get away from here. But it was no use. Her legs had completely melded together, and although they were still made of silky flesh, they were rapidly losing their human form. I couldn't break through them. And her arms were likewise fusing together. I thrashed in the bed, desperately trying to wriggle free, but all I succeeded at was popping my hips, which continued spreading, almost as wide as Lisa's. Eventually I fell under the tide of lust once more. Sucking on her cock, my mind disappeared and my body took over. I gulped and swallowed, screwed and fucked. I popped my hips without even thinking about it, only vaguely registering as Lisa's legs tightened around their expanding girth. At the same time, the warmth of her cum was filling me, overflowing from my belly and circulating throughout my body. It had mingled with my blood. And drunken off this feeling, I hardly noticed as the warmth began to pool in my ass. It soaked into the muscles there, filling them like water filling a sponge. Without thinking about it, I began flexing and relaxing my glutes, accommodating them as they grew. Jack's appreciative whistle brought me out of my trance. I turned to look at him, but my eyes settled on Lisa, instead. Her legs had completely transformed, leaving only thin frilly straps around my waist and a g-string between my ass cheeks. To my horror, they framed a perfectly smooth, increasingly feminine behind. Just an hour ago, my ass was flat and muscular. Now it stuck boldly outwards, and although it was still small by most standards, it was undeniably a woman's ass, round and soft. The way it stuck out, it drew everyone's attention to itself. It was like having a billboard strapped behind me. Feeling self-conscious, I immediately reached down to hide it beneath my hands. Jack snorted, and it was at that moment that I realized his intentions. He was turning me into a woman. He was going to fuck me the way that I had fucked his wife. And in my hands, my ass continued to swell. I couldn't let this happen. I would fight it! So I clenched my glutes, squeezing them so tightly that no more estrogen could soak in. And to my great relief, it worked. The swelling stopped, and I breathed a muffled sigh of relief. Now I knew I could control this, I could resist it. But at the same time, it was hard. Soon the muscles were quivering with exhaustion, and when in a moment of weakness I relaxed them, the warmth rushed in, dissolved them, transformed them into womanly fat. Furious, I clenched what muscle remained, but soon another tide washed into my ass- and then another. I could feel each cheek rising beneath my hands, growing softer and rounder. Already, they were more than I could hold. And the feeling was beginning to wash into my thighs, which were bloating with feminine curves, my skin barely able to contain them. And as my backside grew, so did my hips. They spread until they were wider than Lisa's, and they didn't stop there. Although she wasn't a particularly feminine woman, she was still built like one. Curvacious. Sexy. I was beginning to exceed that. My body was more than just a porn-star's, more than just a super-model's. I was becoming a thirteen- year-old's wet-dream, an aboriginal's fertility statue. It was the kind of body that wanted to be fucked, that couldn't help but make babies. Lifting a leg up to examine it, I realized that even I wanted to fuck this woman. I wanted to fuck her in the dirtiest ways possible, to make her moan like a mindless bimbo slut. Because that's the kind of body this was. It was a body soaking with estrogen. It was what I was becoming. Soon my thoughts were lost again, and I was moaning and sucking like the whore I'd soon become. Beneath me, Lisa's cunt still held my penis, but her ass had flattened out, become just silky fabric. My hands followed her up her waist, which had begun its own transformation into frilly lingerie. At her shoulders, though, she was still herself-soft and human. I held her there for a long time, until finally I felt her arms thinning and flattening. When I reached up to touch them, I found straps where there used to be human flesh. Her eyes had grown milky, blind, unresponsive. Although she continued to thrust her cock in and out of my mouth, she was dying. Fading. Changing into a mindless sex toy. I wanted to stop sucking on her, but she wouldn't let me. And my own body continued to change. I felt my feet cracking and shrinking. Curling and unfurling my toes, I was shocked by their new dimensions, by how small they were, how girly. Soon I felt the muscle drain straight out of my stomach, leaving only a narrow hourglass curve. Looking at myself, I hated what I saw. A sinewy back tapered dramatically into a ripe ass, which teetered back and forth as I ground my hips into the mattress. Lisa was no longer there to be fucked, but my penis was still held by a moist lingerie pocket, the remnants of her pussy. And still, all throughout my body I could feel my flesh softening. Estrogen was settling into my skin, giving me a feminine roundness. At the same time, the strength was draining from my muscles, and soon I felt my bones cracking and shrinking. Although I had had a barrel-chest, my ribs crunched and reshaped themselves until I was as thin as a girl. My shoulders did the same thing, and with muted terror, I watched as they shrank to Lisa's size-and then kept shrinking. All this did was highlight the unwieldy girth of my ass, which stood out like a beacon to the world, asserting that my only purpose was to breed and fuck. A vague sense of weakness washed over me then, as did a yearning to be protected. My body knew it had changed, knew that it would no longer be able to defend itself. Looking at myself, I could tell that I was weaker than Lisa had been. She was a strong woman, but I was becoming a pliable one. And with a ripe booty, with the sort of treasure that men lost their better judgment over, I was in danger. I imagined myself getting raped, and it terrified me in a way I'd never been terrified. Suddenly, I realized my station in life had changed completely. I had to learn a new way to survive. An alien and unwelcome yearning came over me. I wanted a knight in shining armor. I wanted somebody to hold me, to protect me-because I was too weak to do it on my own. Soon, however, I'd buried these feelings, focusing instead on Lisa's cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I drank and slurped, loving every moment of it. With both my hands, I held her head so that she wouldn't roll away. Her arms and legs were gone now, and only a strip of fabric attached her to my lingerie. She could no longer thrust her cock into my mouth, so I did all the work, my body rising and falling like an anole in heat. I sucked on her vigorously, my breath growing faint and rapid, and I was reminded of porns I'd seen, of young blond bimbos with swollen lips and stupid eyes. For lack of anything better, I modeled my blowjob after theirs. And I liked it. It was in the midst of this that I felt the estrogen settling in my chest. At first it was just a slight tingle in my nipples, which were as stiff as erasorheads. I could feel them rubbing against the silky fabric of my lingerie, swelling and growing, taking up more room on my chest. Reaching down to touch one, I found that the aureola was as wide as the heel of my hand. A child would have an easy time sucking on it. A man would delight in its soft femininity. And beneath it was a firm ball, a hard pea that rolled under my skin, a seed of the growths to come. When I felt more warmth settling in my chest, when I realized what was about to happen, something in my mind finally clicked. I could stop this transformation. I could stiem the growth of my breasts, which I feared would become as pronounced as my ass. All I had to do was stop sucking on Lisa's cock. Her seed was creating the warmth, and the warmth was changing me. And so I pulled away, moaning with regret as it slipped past my tongue, past my lips, and clattered onto the mattress below. In spite of myself, I swallowed what semen remained in my mouth, and then sat there dazed, unsure of what I was supposed to do next. Of course, the best thing to do would be to run away, but I felt dizzy. And the warmth continued to gather in my chest. My body was still full of Lisa's cum, and when I tentatively probed one of my nipples, I found that they were still drinking up the estrogen. The hard little ball had become considerably larger and softer. And if the generous cup size of my lingerie was any sign, they had a lot more growing to do. I couldn't let this happen! I couldn't let myself become the mindless bimbo slut this lingerie was designed for! And mustering all my will, I clenched my pecs and refused to let even one molecule of estrogen worm its way into me. My resolve lasted for all of thirty seconds. My pecs were quivering from the exertion, and I relaxed for only just a moment. However, that was enough to damn me. Beneath my hands, I could feel my breasts growing, pushing outwards, demanding more room. They were coming to life just like my ass had, and they wanted to be in charge. They wanted me to wear skanky clothes, to dance erotic dances, to revel in the attention of men with enormous cocks. And although my breasts barely warranted a trainer bra, they were growing. I knew what I was becoming. And with renewed vigor, I clinched my pecs, but still couldn't hold them for long. Soon another wave washed in, my breasts filled out another cup size, bouncing as they did so. All the while, Jack was staring at me expectantly, his cheeks flushed, and I knew this was the moment he'd been waiting for. I wanted to be angry, but the feeling was elusive. At the same time, the warmth was dissipating from my belly, leaving a terrible craving in its wake. In spite of myself, I started fantasizing about Lisa's cock, about licking its head, about gorging myself on her seed. At the thought of her sticky cum, I licked my lips, which had grown soft and puffy. Changes like that were happening all over my face. My jaw cracked and popped, and my mouth shrank so that from then on I could only take dainty bites. This face would never intimidate a man, never via for dominance. I was to be somebody's submissive bitch, and I could feel my nose shrinking, losing its nobility, becoming simply cute. For the briefest moment, my eyes burned, and when I blinked them, lashes grew so long and thick that they obscured my vision. My forehead was shrinking, smoothing. And all I could think about was taking Lisa's cock into my mouth. Her head was slowly caving in on itself, becoming just a massive penis. And shoving it in my mouth, I immediately started sucking on it and all the juices that had built up inside. Now, my breasts were growing in earnest, and their flesh began to bulge between my fingers. Already they felt heavy on my chest, but I didn't care. This is what I was now. I'd been completely rewritten. My face, my ass. I could feel hair pouring out of the follicles of my head, curling heavily like a waterfall rolling over rocks. Yet in the next moment, I regained enough composure to tear the cock out of my mouth and throw it onto the floor, where it clattered with a dull thud. I should have been proud of my resolve, but instead my cheeks burned with embarrassment, because deep down I knew I was just making a scene, throwing a fit like a baby. The truth was that I wasn't angry anymore. I only thought I should be. And as I faked it, it was painfully obvious to both me and Jack. Meanwhile, my breasts were hanging heavily from my chest like two navel oranges. I could see them clearly in the loose fitting lingerie. I saw the creamy, soft flesh. I saw the tight, enormous nipples. And I also saw how much room they had, how much more growing they would do before they filled these frilly cups. They weren't even half the size they were going to be. "Please," I suddenly moaned, my voice deep but undeniably feminine, "stop this." But Jack just stood there, smiling, sipping from his glass of brandy. It was nearly empty. And my transformation was nearly complete. He'd timed this perfectly. "I don't want to be a woman, Jack. I don't want to be a woman!" Curly blonde hair was starting to fall into my face, obscuring the tears that wet my lashes. I didn't want any of this. I wasn't even blonde! I had black hair, like my father. But now I was becoming Jack's fantasy, and the old me was being erased. My own thoughts were started to slip away, replaced by something softer, something helpless. When I should have been outraged, I started crying like a little girl. That thought only made it worse. Falling face first onto the bed, I started crying and screaming, pounding the pillow with my fist. Impossibly, my breasts were still growing. They were already larger than any I'd seen before. My hands couldn't couldn't hide them any more, and they bounced with surprising heft beneath the weight of my body. It was in the midst of this that I began to cum for the first time since Lisa and I were making love. My juices poured out of me, and in spite of my terror, I utterly succumbed to the eroticism of that moment. I rubbed my chest, ground my cock into the mattress, tugged at my hair. When I moaned, it was in stupid, helpless lust, my voice soft and feminine. It was a noise that fit this body better than my false rage. And as I came, my penis began to shrink. It receded downward, smoothing and growing tender as a clit. My balls likewise contracted into my body, pulled up into the gaping maw of my new womanhood. As my scrotum rustled and shifted into thick labia lips, I realized it was over. I was a woman now. And deep inside me, nestled against my wide hips, my testicles began their own transformation. Soon they would be pumping estrogen into my system, fueling my new identity, ensuring I was forever the blonde bimbo I'd become. My breath slowly returned to normal. I blinked my eyes open and swept the long blonde hair out of my face. The transformation was over. Slowly, I propped myself up to examine the damage. My hips and ass were full and feminine, the billboard swinging pendulously over my backside. It tapered into a Barbie-doll waist, a dainty torso. This was the type of body that put its every resource into reproduction, into attracting a mate. It had no muscle, no speed. With its big blue eyes, its unwieldy hips, it was useless for anything but fucking and making babies. Once, I identified myself as my face. Now, I was as much my ass as anything. Worse yet was my chest. How could it have gotten this bad? Two ripe cantaloupes on display, proud in their heft, eager to catch a man's eye. Instinctively, I arched my back, pushing them out for the world to see. It was a strange thing to do, but at the same time it felt right. In spite of myself, I was beginning to feel comfortable in this body, coy and exotic like a cat. Drawing upon the gestures of porn-stars and strippers, I began moving like a woman, feeling like a woman. They were becoming my role-models, and I was becoming a slut. A part of me was screaming to stop. I tried reminding myself that I was a man, that I wasn't a bimbo. I wasn't a bimbo, even if my enormous nipples were poking out of my lingerie. Even if my hair was blonde and I like my frilly lingerie. Even if I wanted to wrap my thighs around a man, to take his cock into my hungry pussy. Even if- "So," Jack said from behind me, "are you ready to be wife again, Lisa?" And my heart fluttered. I thought to myself, How dare he suggest something like that. And I wanted to be angry, but it kept slipping away from me. Finally, I just shouted, "I'm not a bimbo, Jack! I'm a man!" But my voice was soft and bubbly. It was the kind of voice that was suppose to giggle, suppose to coo. It was the kind of voice that had a hard time pronouncing big words, that forgot what it was saying halfway through a sentence. Of course, Jack merely chuckled and walked away, closing the door behind him. He was patient, and somehow he knew what we both knew. That this transformation hadn't just affected my body. It was changing my mind. Already I was thinking things that no man should think. And soon, he would have the submissive bitch he always wanted. That night I found Lisa's cock on the floor and quietly fucked myself to sleep.