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Swedish Fish, Part 2 The pounding on the door woke me abruptly. I realized I was alone in bed, and my wonderful sexy dreams slipped through my fingers like sand. I was hoping Brenda would answer, but after another round of pounding, I knew I'd have to get it. I found a thick bathrobe and a pair of bunny slippers and padded out to the front door. Opening it just far enough to look out, I saw Taylor, our little conquest from last night. As I thought about his big sausage between my cheeks I decided the word 'little' didn't apply. I was about to ask him what he wanted when he forced the door open, knocking me back as he did so. "Where's the other bitch?" he growled. "The...what?" I was confused. He smacked me across the face. I ducked back just in time so he didn't hit me flush, but it still smarted. "The other cunt you were traveling with last night. Bet you both thought it was pretty funny making me fuck you in the ass. Turns out some other guys in the house were shooting video with their phones, and they're passing it around already. Did you set me up?" I was panicked. I knew that someone like Taylor could break me in half. "I...we didn't want to do anything....um....we were just horny." "I'm not gay. I don't fuck anyone in the ass, bitch. He grabbed my arm so tightly that I cried out in pain. "Not so funny now, is it?" I tried to squirm away, but he'd already raised his hand to me again. "Suck my cock, you little cunt. Then I'm gonna drag you back and make you confess in front of everybody." I should have tingled all over and complied willingly. I'd just been given a direct order, but I didn't feel like obeying. The magnitude of this outweighed my predicament for just a millisecond. I'd have to do what he said, but it was because he was a lot stronger than I was, not because I was compelled to do so. Did the mental effects of the Swedish Fish have an expiration date? Just as he was about to bring his hand down to smack me again a voice behind him said, "Is there a problem here?" It was Brenda. And with her was our lingerie saleswoman, wide-eyed, holding a brown bag and chewing noisily. Taylor released my arm and turned toward her. She didn't give an inch, but snatched the bag from the woman and held it out to him. "Swedish fish?" she offered. He grabbed it away from her. "Think you're pretty funny, don't you? My buddies found me and had plenty of jollies at my expense. You were dumb enough to leave your ID on my floor so you were easy to find." Brenda was impassive. "They're really quite good, you know." This just seemed to anger him more. "I don't give a shit about your Swedish fish, you cunt. You embarrassed me in front of my whole house." His hand reached in and grabbed a bunch, stuffing them in his mouth. The salesgirl started to protest but thought better of it. "So what should we do here, Taylor? How do we make it right?" Brenda was talking in her psychologist voice. Taylor's eyes blinked and he seemed to stagger just the slightest bit. "I should smack you around to teach you a lesson." Brenda's voice droned on. "I don't think that's a good idea, Taylor. The University kind of frowns on physical violence against women." He grabbed a few more fish and plopped them in his mouth as he sat down in a chair. He mumbled something but it wasn't audible. "Tell you what, Taylor. I know you're not gay or anything. But we were just having a little fun. In fact you like to please women. That's what you've been missing out on. You like to force women to satisfy your needs, when in fact that big cock of yours is a wonderful thing that could make women happy. And it'll get you off, I'm sure of it. In fact, I think you should go home and think about all the ways you could please us girls. And when you come up with some good answers, you can come back here and show us. In the meantime, I want you to finish this big bag of Swedish Fish. You really love the way they taste." Taylor grabbed a few more Swedish fish from the bag and swallowed them whole. He seemed relaxed. "I do love the way they taste," he said softly. "So Taylor, thanks for coming and telling us how much you liked fucking Alex in the ass last night. And in case you get horny today, I've got something for you. She disappeared for a second and reappeared with a big bottle of lube. "You can use this to whack off while thinking about us. You know, just to take the edge off when you really need to get fucked. Trust me, it feels really good." She tapped him on the shoulder and motioned to him to get up. "Now why don't you go home and work off some of that tension? Oh, and you can give me my ID back." He rose slowly and shuffled toward the door, Brenda's lube in his hand. He stopped for a second as if he wanted to say something, but then headed out the door. "Wow, that was amazing!" said our visitor. "Alex, allow me to introduce Miranda, our lingerie consultant." I shook her hand and could see that she was quite the specimen. I'd spent most of our last encounter tonguing her asshole in a cramped dressing room, so I hadn't gotten a good look at her. She had to be in her forties, but she had that well-maintained look to her "Well, thanks, I just couldn't believe you would call. I thought that was just a one-shot fantasy kind of thing. I couldn't believe it myself. You girls are a little crazy, you know." "We know," I said. "Miranda's had it a bit rough," Brenda said. "Her husband dumped her last year, and the divorce just became final." "Did you catch him with another woman?" I asked. Miranda turned bright red. "He actually caught ME with another woman. We'd just kind of drifted apart. We married when I was 18 and pregnant, but my kids are grown and moved away. I'd never had any other man, any other person, until two years ago. The first time I had sex with a woman I was tingling for two weeks. It didn't last, but that's okay. Other fish in the sea." Brenda pulled another small bag out of her purse and handed it to Miranda. "Ooh, more Swedish Fish! I thought that that bastard had taken them all." She plopped one in her mouth. I thought about the mental effects, and knew I'd have to talk to Brenda at some point. But not just yet, I thought lustily. The thought of a threesome was very appealing, but I had projects working in the lab that I was supposed to be attending to. I left Miranda and Brenda alone with a promise that I'd be back in less than an hour. When I got to the Bio-chem building, I suddenly realized I had a problem. Bernie, the security guard, had worked for the university forever. He knew me on sight, or at least he knew the old Alex, and he was pretty sharp. This would be a bit of a test. "Can I help you, miss?" he offered. I caught him staring at my pert little breasts. "Actually, yes." My voice had jumped a couple of octaves in the last few days, and I put a little honey in it. "I was supposed to see Alex Magnus. I'm a bio undergrad and my professor told me to meet with him about some tutoring." I leaned forward just enough to let old Bernie get a good view of my cleavage. Bernie's eyes were distracted by my display. "Well, I haven't seen him in the last few days. He's usually in room 260. Do you need directions?" "No, that's all right, I know the way." I bounced down the hallway, knowing full well he was ogling me, and heard him sigh as I turned the corner, "If only I was forty years younger." I walked down the deserted corridors to my lab, and checked my Petri dishes for growth. This should have been an easy exercise, but I kept getting distracted by a breeze up my skirt or the bouncing of my boobs. I was just about to wrap things up when I saw it- a single red Swedish Fish on the counter. I fairly leapt to grab it, as if it would dematerialize if I wasn't quick enough. Then I noticed the whole bag of Fish, open and wafting their gentle scent. I shouldn't be eating these, I knew. I put the straggler in the bag with the rest. I wondered if this was a honey trap for me, and if someone else wanted to keep me addicted to the succulent little treats. Smelling them, I began to feel a little woozy. I cursed myself for my weakness as I picked up a few folders of notes and locked up the lab. Next I went down the corridor toward Graham's lab. I could see that lights were on, so I approached with caution. I heard muffled voices, but the door was shut and I didn't dare open it. The overhead transom was open, though, and if I could just get high enough to see..... A classroom across the corridor was open and I grabbed a desk. Climbing up on top and standing on my tippy toes, I could just barely peer in to the lab. I'd lost a couple of inches in height the past few days; they would have come in handy right about now. Graham was standing in front of Brad, who was sprawled over a chair. I could see a rivulet of white cum dripping down Brad's chin. "So how does it feel to be the sex slave now, Bradley my boy?" said Graham in a mocking tone. "The one thing you didn't figure on was that my cum would be as addicting as the fish. I've built up an enormous reserve of the chemical in my sperm, and once you let me cum in you, it was only a matter of time until you succumbed, if you'll pardon the pun." Graham snickered. "I've also produced the antidote for the mental effects; in fact I'd had it all along, but I didn't tell you because you never asked me while you were using me as your little fuck toy. Bad move on your part. The last few days I've been increasing the concentration to the point where you won't be able to break away from me, ever." Brad scooped up the little dribble of cum on his chin and slurped it into his mouth. "That's alright, baby, I'll make more," Graham laughed. "I just need to pump you full of my special spunk a few more times and you'll be my little ass-slut for good. Now I'll let you cum." Brad spasmed, his huge cock exploding in a big arc of scalding cum. He moaned pathetically. I'd seen enough. I needed to get out of here and back to Brenda, so we could figure out our plan. He'd try to control us, too- I'd seen that demented twinkle in his eye before. I quietly got down off the desk and placed in back in the classroom, then hightailed it out of there. As I passed the front desk, Bernie yelled out, "Oh miss! Miss! You need to sign out!" I stopped on a dime, dropped my folders and my bag on the desk, hurriedly signed and left. I jogged through the January air, still unfamiliar with the sensation of bouncing breasts on my chest. I had to admit they were exciting... By the time I reached Brenda's, my face was blushing and radiating heat, and I was panting. I made sure the door was locked behind me, and then had to sit down immediately. For a second I thought I was going to be sick, but then a funny thing happened. The heat in my face and on my chest moved down, down between my legs. So much had gone on already this morning that I hadn't even gotten a good look at myself. I unclothed and looked inside my panties. What greeted me was the unmistakable smell of an overheated pussy. I stuck a finger in my honeypot and it was dripping with excitement. I pushed in further and a shiver went up my spine. "Ooh!" I gasped. I needed to share my good fortune with Brenda, but I knew she wouldn't be alone. Sure enough, she had Miranda between her legs, nibbling her snatch. She had her hands on Miranda's head and guided her back and forth, up and down, as Brenda threw her own head back in ecstasy. "Mmmm, baby, that's it", she purred, "Just keep doing that". She caught me playing with my own pussy as I watched them, Miranda's muscular ass and legs spread wide for me to enjoy. Brenda began whimpering that she was cumming, cumming, cumming, and she pressed Miranda's head hard against her sex. Miranda kept it up until Brenda stopped moaning and pushed her away. The new girl sat upright, licking the pussy juice off her lips and staring at me, wide-eyed. "I, ah, don't know what came over me. I just......" "What came over you was an irresistible urge to be a pussylicking sex toy. And you're damn good at it", Brenda said. Miranda blushed, "I guess I am." Brenda smiled. "From the looks of things, Alex's little cunt could use some attention, too." Miranda seemed to hesitate, but Brenda looked her right in the eye and said, "Miranda, I want you to be a sex toy for both of us." Miranda shivered slightly and I could feel her reflected excitement of Obeying a Command. "Get on the bed and lie down. I want to straddle your face." It wasn't fair that Brenda should be the only one to have some fun. Miranda eagerly complied, and I lowered my slit to her hungry mouth. When her tongue touched my clit I cried out. Damn, that was sensitive. She ran her tongue across my labia and slurped my juices. I came right then and there, a surprise, but I was so horny right now that just breathing on my crotch would have elicited an orgasm. My whole body spasmed and I felt every nerve end tingle as she danced circles around my little nub with her tongue. I was used to orgasms exploding intensely and quickly, but instead I seemed to plateau, then climb a little higher. I started to whimper softly as I felt another rush through my body. Miranda's lips softly closed around my clit and I screamed. I felt like I was bursting out of my skin. Miranda must have sensed this, because she released her hold on me, leaving me to tremble over her, my pussy leaking over her face. I didn't dare move, afraid to do anything that would spoil the moment. Holy fuck, I thought, that was like ten male orgasms in a row. It took a few minutes to return to earth. Miranda lay there, patiently waiting for me. Finally, I bent forward to return the favor. Her clit was hard and peeked way out from under its hood. I flicked my tongue at it and she pushed me away. "It's too sensitive right now. Lick everything else. The vibrations will get there, honey. I'll let you know when I'm ready." I spent the next few minutes running my tongue up and down her labia, burying it deep in her folds, kissing up and down her legs, even taking a detour to suck on her pencil-eraser nipples. Her tits were rather small, or maybe I was getting used to my somewhat bigger ones. Brenda spoke up. I'd been so wrapped up that didn't even know she was there. "Give her a good tribbing, Miranda." Tribbing? I was lost for a second. Miranda, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do. She flipped around, and rolled me onto my back. Then she moved her legs between mine in kind of a scissor fashion and.........ohhhh fuck. Miranda had placed herself in such a way that her hard clit was rubbing up right against mine. I had the sensation of riding an out-of control elevator to the 100th floor as her strong arms held me in position and her pussy mashed against mine. She moved back and forth against me slowly but steadily. Brenda came over and squirted us with lube, and suddenly rather than melding together at the point of our sex, we were slipping and sliding against each other. I let out a cry as she ground me into the carpet, my leg slung over her shoulder as she humped against me. I felt the tingles beginning all over again as I let her have her way with me, losing track of how many times she made me cum. When she was finally done, I was as limp as a dishrag spread-eagled on the floor. When I finally got to my feet, Brenda was getting out of the shower and toweling her hair dry. "How does it feel to be properly fucked as a woman, Alex?" she grinned. I returned the grin weakly, but then I realized I had to get back on point. Miranda had started her shower as I laid out what I'd just seen up at the lab. "So Graham's controlling Brad rather than the other way around?" she asked. "It sure looked that way. And from the way he talked, he wanted it to be permanent." "He's totally nuts, Alex. We need to get out of here. I don't think he'll want to leave any loose ends." "Loose ends?" "Don't be dense. He's not going to take the chance that we'll spill the beans on him. He'll either make us his slaves, or...." She let the thought dangle in the air. Brenda brought the psychologist in her to bear. "First off, what does he know?" We discussed the basics. He knew I'd had the fish, but he probably wasn't sure how far the transition had gone. If old Bernie hadn't recognized me, chances are Graham wouldn't either. But then it struck me.... I ran into the other room and picked up my files from where I'd left them. Brenda ran after me. "What the hell are you doing?" "When I ran out of the Bio-Chem building, Bernie stopped me and made me sign out. I put my stuff down and signed quickly, then picked up my files and dashed out of there. But......" "You left the Fish," she finished. "Yes." "We have to get them back. YOU have to get them back, and fast." Back I went to the Bio-Chem building. At the desk was one of the student interns, 'Bill' according to his name tag. Bernie was nowhere to be seen. "May I help you?" he asked. "I, uh, left a small bag here about an hour ago. Is Bernie around?" "Nah, Bernie left about half an hour ago. Didn't see any bag. Just the sign-in book here." "You don't happen to know where he lives, do you?" "Um, no, and even if I did I don't think I should be telling you, miss." "Well, Bill, if you ever did come upon that information, I'd be so grateful that I'd give you the best fucking of your life." To emphasize the point I pushed his face between my breasts. When he came back out he was bright crimson. "I, uh, really don't know, honest," he said in a bit of a squeaky voice, "But I could try to, uh, find out for you." "That'd be great," I said in my sultriest voice as I ran my finger under his chin. "Here's my cell number. Let me know and we can make an appointment for....you know." Bill's hands were shaking as he took the scrap of paper with my number on it. I marveled at how easy men were to manipulate. This was fun. The larger issues were unresolved, though. A bag of very dangerous Fish was in circulation, and we needed to figure out how to protect ourselves from Graham. When I got back to Brenda's she was already packing suitcases. "We're going to move in with Miranda for a while. I just got a call from Brad saying he wanted us to come over. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. He and Graham don't know Miranda at all, so it's a good hiding place for now." Miranda beamed. "I've got plenty of room for guests." She had a hungry look to her. I wondered how much of it was real, and how much of it was mental manipulation. I hadn't told Brenda that the mental effects of the fish eventually wore off. I didn't know why; perhaps I just wanted to see what would happen. I didn't have that many clothes, so packing was easy. We took Miranda's SUV and left Brenda's car at her place. Miranda lived out in the suburbs in a nice house in a rather upscale development. "Selling lingerie pays pretty well," said Brenda. Miranda chuckled. "Actually, I just had a better lawyer than my husband. He just wanted to be rid of me, so I took him for a ride." Each of us unpacked and settled into our own bedrooms, then joined Miranda in the well-appointed kitchen. Brenda cleared her throat and said, "Miranda, I think we should have a little talk...." Brenda went into the details of the Swedish Fish, our encounters with Brad and Graham, what kind of a situation we were in, and how she was affected. Rather than being angry, she seemed rather pleased. So what you're saying is that these Fish will make me more masculine?" "We're not precisely sure of the effects. You're a bit of a guinea pig." "That explains a lot. I've been feeling unusually strong today. I've always worked out to keep in shape, but this is....different. I was in the shower and I found myself jerking off my clit like it was a little cock. It's been growing ever since, and even now I can feel it twitching in my pants. Brenda, I want to rip your clothes off and fuck your brains out like a man. There, I said it. " I couldn't help myself. "Let's see." She undid her jeans and pulled them down. Out sprang a clitty-cock that had to be three inches long, and rapidly hardening. "Oh my god," Miranda gasped as I wrapped my mouth gently around it. I ran my hands up and down the back of her legs as I did so, and I could her steely muscles as she slowly humped against my face. Brenda had stripped down and was playing with her pussy as she watched us. I reached between Miranda's legs and I could feel two puffy spots on either side of her slit. When I cradled them I heard her moan. Graham must have improved his formula, because these changes were coming faster than before. Miranda pushed me away and left me kneeling in the kitchen as she swept Brenda up in her arms, carrying her into the bedroom. I followed along like a puppy dog, watching as Miranda threw her down on the bed, and then mounted her. Brenda purred and wrapped her legs around Miranda's back as she let herself be penetrated. I stuck my hand inside my jeans to fondle my squishy little pussy as I watched. Miranda's eyes bugged out as she realized what was happening. "Oh shit, you're so hot!" she said as she ground her hips against Brenda, her taut ass rising and falling with each thrust. Brenda writhed under her in the throes of passion, moaning uncontrollably, talking dirty under her breath. "Oh man, give it to me, give it to meeee....." Miranda seemed to shift into a higher gear; her humping grew more frantic. I knew what was next, but Miranda was blown away by the intensity of these feeling. "Ah-ah-ah," she gasped as her body rammed hard against her conquest. A split second pause and then, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!" Miranda was experiencing the total focus and incredible explosive release that was a male orgasm. Spasm after spasm as he came inside Brenda, and then as suddenly as it started, it was over. He collapsed in a heap, until Brenda pushed him off, letting him roll onto his back. Even limp, I could see he was at least four inches long now. His hard body was undoubtedly male; the smallish breasts had faded away into a solid set of pecs, a perfect set of balls where a vagina once was. It took a second for him to form words. "That was awesome!" he said in a voice cracking like a teenager's. I had to agree. I wondered how long it'd be before he was ready for another bout, but my thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of my cellphone. Damn. It was Bill. "Hello?" "Hello, is this Alex?" "Yes it is." "I got Bernie's address for you. I've got it written on a piece of paper if you'd like to come by and pick it up." Looked like Bill didn't trust that I'd have sex with him in return for that address. Silly boy, if only he knew. "Sure, I'll be over in a few minutes." Bill was looking around nervously when I arrived. "Hi" was all he could get out. I took control of the situation. "I know a nice room where we won't be disturbed. You've got your keys, right?" He gulped hard. "Yeah, sure." I figured this was the perfect chance to get the lay of the land in Graham's lab. Of course if he was there working, this would be a wasted fuck. I chuckled to myself at the thought. But room 260 was empty and dark. Bill opened it with his key, and the first thing I noticed was the sweet smell. On the shelf under the window I saw what had to be 20 small brown paper bags. Paydirt. Bill noticed it too. "Smells like a candy store. Why'd you pick this room?" I ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, it's got a lot of nooks and crannies so we can fuck in privacy." Bill turned nine shades of red at that. He went even redder when I put my hand on his crotch. I could feel the heat through his uniform pants. He fumbled with his shirt as I undid his belt. Soon I was running a fingernail around the bulge of his erection inside his Calvin Klein underwear. His knees practically buckled. After a bit of teasing, I reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was an average specimen, but so hard it could probably cut diamonds. I blew gently on the tip and listened to Bill groan. Naked, he was better-looking than I'd expected, with a firm body that wasn't too muscular. I fondled his balls as I lowered my mouth on his cock. His groaning got louder. I looked up into his eyes as I held his dick buried all the way down my throat. I knew guys loved that. He was nearing the edge, and I didn't want him cumming too soon, so I came up for air. I did a little striptease as I watched his rod rise to full mast. When I was down to just my bra and panties, I led him to a big black lab table, laying him down next to the Bunsen burners. He shivered at the coldness of the table, but he'd be getting hot pretty soon. I let him undo my bra, and I let my tits fall into his face. "Ohhhh man," he said, his words slurred by desire. Then, after flicking my thong aside, I crawled up unto the table with him. His hands wandered up my body and lingered on my breasts. Now it was my turn to shiver. Reaching beneath me, I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard prick. It wasn't the huge organ that Graham had, but that was a good thing. I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my dripping labia before easing it into my slit. Bill stared at me wordlessly, still amazed at his luck. Then I sat down on his unit, feeling it force its way into me. The sensation as it slid inside was delicious. I had a man's dick in my pussy for the first time, and I let out a little squeak of joy. I let it settle inside me, then I rocked my hips back and forth, something I knew always turned guys on. It seemed so long ago that I was the one with the penis, penetrating girls whenever I could. It was so much better to be on the receiving end, I thought. Bill seemed perfectly content to let me dictate the pace, so I did. I wanted to go slow and make this last forever. I rose up off of him gradually, letting his meat slide out almost all the way before I reversed the process, letting him slooooowly slide in. He may have said something, but I was in my own private Idaho of bliss. I pressed on my clit every time I squished down on him all the way, and it wasn't long before I felt the now-familiar tingles through my body that signaled an impending orgasm. I maintained my pace at just the right tempo to bring me to the edge, and when I pinched one of my nipples, I went right over Niagara Falls, moaning as the building wave of cum crashed over me. Bill took my orgasm as his cue to start fucking me harder. He grabbed my ass and started plunging into me deeper than I would have thought possible. I'd had my fun, now I was going to let him have his. The veins popped on his neck and his face was contorted with his need. I could tell he was almost ready to spooge, so I shimmied my ass against him. I pinched my nipples again and I came just before he unleashed a torrent of his man cream in me. My pussy vibrated with each jet of his hot sperm, and he groaned under me as the last convulsions of his orgasm died away. I diddled my little trigger and came again while he was still in me. The multiple orgasms coupled with the warm sticky feeling of being filled with cock and cum were almost too much for me to handle. I rode the crest of my ecstasy for as long as it would last, mewling quietly. I don't know how long I was in that state, but I wished it could last forever. I finally opened my eyes as I felt Bill's soft cock slip out of me. He was looking at me intently, and asked gingerly, "Was it good for you?" "Ohhh baby, it was awesome." That placated him. I knew that in the back of every man's mind was the fear that he couldn't properly satisfy his partner, so I bent down to whisper sexy nothings in his ear about what a good lover he was. Then I climbed down off the lab table, took the address, and hurriedly dressed. He was still laying there, a huge shit-eating grin on his face, eyes closed. I went over to the windowsill, scooped all those bags of candy into a plastic trash bag and scooted out the door before he even realized it. Bernie's address was in the next town over, and I found it without too much difficulty. It was a modest place, a little ranch house on a small lot. I'd remembered that Bernie'd gotten divorced a few years ago, so I imagined he lived alone. I rang the bell, but there was no answer. There was no car in the garage when I peered in the window. Nobody home. So this was a dead end for now. When I got back to Miranda's he opened the door for me. The changes were continuing. He'd grown a few inches, for one thing. "Lucky I kept some of my exes' clothes," he said in his new, deeper voice, as he saw me staring at his tight t-shirt and skimpy briefs. He padded into the kitchen and I marveled at those tight buns. "Where's Brenda?" I asked. "She's asleep. I'm afraid I nearly fucked her into a coma. I can't help myself. Now I know what it means for a guy to be thinking with his dick. I'm having a hard time thinking of anything else." The obviously unspoken part of that is that he wanted to fuck me into a coma, too. I was still recovering from my bout with Bill the security guard, though. "Well, maybe in a little bit. I need to get my bearings." Brenda came into the kitchen, yawning and scratching her side. The little teddy she was wearing did nothing to cover her big tits and her perfectly round ass. Miranda moved behind her and reached around to cup her breasts. "Forty Double-D," he said, "You need to go shopping." I laughed. "You can just estimate by groping? How convenient." "Well, I do own a lingerie store, remember. It's a useful talent to have. He pulled my top off, hefted my tits and said, "Hmm. 36C. But you're still a growing girl." I shot a look at Brenda. "He knows everything," she said. "Kind of hard not to tell him after he suddenly grows a cock and balls." She smiled. "It's okay," Miranda said. "I always thought I was born in the wrong body. I grew up that way, got married, had a kid, lived the life. But it was always something in the back of my mind. I feel free to be myself for the first time in my life. I went from being a 44-year old woman who hated her body to a young man who can't get enough. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up, but I don't. Brenda had a long talk with me when she came back to the shop the other day. We talked about fantasies, and when she said she could indulge my deepest fantasy, I went for it." "I also know the trouble we're in. That's why I've got a loaded shotgun under the sink and pepper spray in my car. Now, I need to take you girls shopping. I want to see if Tanya recognizes me. She's the girl I've got running the store when I'm not there. She's a good kid, and fairly sharp. I want to see if she notices." I showed Brenda the bag of fish. "Red ones are male enhancers, Green are female enhancers. Always remember that." She opened up a brown paper bag and looked inside. "Uh-oh". She saw my quizzical look and showed me the bag. Orange and yellow fish. We didn't know what they were and none of us was willing to find out. Bag after bag, some all orange, some all yellow, some orange and yellow mixed. We hid them in a drawer. I could take them to the lab and try to get them analyzed, but that'd be exposing myself to danger. We'd need a Plan B. For now, our plan was to go to the mall and spend again. When we entered the store, Tanya greeted us with a smile from behind the counter. She was a tall, rather striking young black woman. Brenda and I started perusing the wares, but Tanya went right up to Miranda and said, "May I help you, sir?" "No, I'm just letting my girlfriends shop," he said. Tanya gave him an odd look but went over to Brenda and started giving her suggestions. Miranda came over to me and pulled things off the rack for me. "These'll do nicely." When we were finished, Miranda whipped out a roll of hundreds to pay for it all. Then he went to a men's store while slipping us a couple of hundred to blow in a salon. I loved the way my nails came out, and the blond highlights in my hair made me look incredibly scrumptious, I thought. Brenda was flirting with the nail lady so flagrantly, I thought she was going to have sex with her right in the window. I was getting horny just watching her, and wished that I could rub my pussy and get off. Now it was time to get serious. We needed to do a bit of reconnaissance. Miranda was selected to go into the Biochem building, as he wasn't known to either Brad or Graham. If they were there, then we'd stop by Brenda's to pick up some things she needed and had left behind. It could be a long stay at Miranda's. Then we'd check to see if old Bernie had returned. We loitered in the parking lot as Miranda went in. It was a good ten minutes before he returned, and my heart was pounding the whole time. He slipped in behind the wheel. "Boy, there's some pretty strange stuff going on. They weren't immediately visible; they had the good sense to stay out of sight of anyone passing by. But one of them was pretty pissed about losing all those Swedish Fish and he said he'd set up a webcam to catch the person who came in next time. Then he finally came into view, carrying a big beaker of whitish fluid. I was pretty sure it was...." "His cum," I said. "He's made it addictive and long-lasting somehow. He's probably in complete control of Brad at this point." We rolled out of the parking lot over to Brenda's. "I'll just be two minutes', she said. But as we pulled into the driveway, there was a man sitting on the steps, his head between his legs. He looked up as we pulled in and I could tell it was Taylor. Seemed he'd had a bit of a change of heart about us. "I-I wanted to apologize. I've been thinking about you for hours non- stop. I'll do anything to make it up to you." He was so sincere it was desperately pathetic. I gave Brenda and Miranda my squeaky little girl voice. "Ooooh, can we keep him?" "Sure, come on. I'm not crazy about the competition, though." It was hard to tell if Miranda was serious or joking. So Taylor hopped into the back seat, and while we waited for Brenda, I watched him squirm inside his pants, desperate for release. I decided to let him twist in the wind a bit and pretended to be prudish. It was hard with my cleavage, tight top and erect nipples, but I managed. Brenda returned, and we set out for our third stop- Bernie's house. Miranda and I got out, leaving Brenda and Taylor alone in the car. Probably a mistake, I thought. I rang the bell and again there was no answer, but Miranda went around back and showed me his breaking and entering skills as he forced the back door with just a credit card. "I did this to my ex once just to mess with his head," he said by way of explanation. I was nervous about this, but hell, a lot of lines had been crossed the past few days. The house was dark, but there were a lot of clothes thrown around and closet doors open. A suitcase was open on the bed. "Looks like he left in a bit of a hurry," Miranda said. I opened the fridge and it was reasonably well stocked. There was a nice TV, and there was a tape in the VHS player- "Pornstar Avenger". I found the box, and it was full of buxom '90's women bursting out of tight superhero costumes. "Fighter of Evil by day, Stripper by Night," it read. "Bernie, you old dog, you," I said. Everything else was fairly modest- nothing really out of the ordinary. The bathroom was the same- shaving stuff, deodorant, the usual. A bottle of Maalox was on the counter. I thought about the first day after I'd eaten the Fish and how sick I was. Or it could be nothing. But when I opened the last cabinet, it was full of women's cosmetics. Eyeliner, makeup, lipstick. It all looked fairly new. Miranda looked at the lipstick. "This is the new stuff they've been advertising- it's only been out for a week or two." "Might be hard to find Bernie by his Employee ID, you mean?" I said. "Or he's got a young girlfriend." I doubted that. There was nothing else to see, so we left the way we entered. When we got back to the car, Taylor was sprawled all over the seat, and Brenda was wiping her mouth and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Yum," was all she would say. Taylor was too zonked out to say a word. When we got back to Miranda's, Brenda led the still-dazed Taylor to bed. He was snoring within minutes. We sat in the large living room, and Miranda said to me, "Thanks for not giving me any direct orders. I didn't want to get down on all fours and bark just to prove a point." Brenda joined us. "I think that part of the formula is wearing off on me as well. Test me out." I smiled. "Get on all fours and bark like a dog." Brenda smiled back. "Fuck you." "Okay, you passed the test." We both looked at Miranda, who got a panicked look in his eyes. "Oh, c'mon." As a compromise, we took Miranda to his bedroom and stripped him down. His big prick sprang to life as we pushed him back into the super king- size bed. I was mesmerized by his big unit; it had to be half-again as long and as thick as Bill's. The reddish-purple head was just begging to be sucked. Brenda was burying his face between her fantastic soft titties, so I had his cock all to myself. I gripped the shaft and kissed the head gently, eliciting a shiver from him. His groan was muffled by titflesh. I thought back to how I used to like having my cock sucked. Was it so very long ago? It seemed like another universe, and perhaps it was. It was much more fun getting someone else's rocks off, that's for sure. I let my tongue wander down the throbbing vein as I felt the heat and musk rise from his crotch. I kissed his ball sac then slowly gently took one of his massive eggs in my mouth, then the other, bathing them in my warm saliva. I pushed his legs back and moved lower, behind his balls as the tip on my tongue flicked at the rosebud of his anus. I'd never really decided whether it was a sticky thought in my mind from Graham or a conclusion I'd arrived at myself, but I loved dabbling in anal sex- giving and receiving, in all its forms. Judging from the response I was getting, Miranda didn't mind either. After lingering at and teasing his hole, I reversed course, slowly making my way back to the tip of his nine inch erection. Then I went all the way back down again. I made a mental note to get a stud in my tongue. This could be so much better for both of us with that extra stimulation. Brenda had now mounded Miranda's face and was gingerly humping her pussy against his flattened tongue. Her overripe tits jiggled as she let him service her. She flipped around to face me and said, "It's time to take on a REAL cock." Poor Bill might be disappointed by the comparison, I thought. Miranda had the most prime slab of man meat I'd ever seen. I was ready, too. Making slow love to his genitals had been getting me steamed up as well, and as I straddled him I could feel just how moist I was. Brenda was watching me with lustful eyes, leaning forward to kiss me as she squirmed her own pussy in his face. I grabbed his burning sword and positioned it right at my pussy lips. Bill was a pent-up hunger; this was different- more enjoyment and pleasure than necessity. I was going to make it last. I rubbed his cockhead, still wet from my tongue, up and down my labia, teasing myself by just barely touching my clit. I was in complete control, and the thought made me giddy. I was using a big cock for my pleasure, and there was something earth-shattering about that. For the first time I realized I wasn't a guy who'd become a woman, I WAS a woman. All my needs and wants and desires seemed to click into place as I slowly lowered myself on Miranda's steely rod. I hit what I knew was my g-spot and I angled my body forward so that I'd hit it every time. As I locked into position, Brenda moved to kiss one of my sorely erect nipples. I felt the delirium of my rising orgasm at that moment, my full cunt and her lips on my breast sending me over the edge. I felt the squishiness as my cunny leaked my cum around Miranda's cock. He was a patient lover, letting me take my time, letting me dictate the pace, using our unspoken language of touch and heat and arousal. Brenda gave me another orgasm with the nibbling and suckling of my tits, then she backed away to let me get to the main event. I reveled in the feel of him buried inside me, and when I rose up off his cock I felt for a second as if my insides were being pulled out. Then I sat back down on him, my cuntjuice leaking out with every stroke, covering his abdomen with my sticky sweetness. The room was full of the scent of me in heat. Brenda had moved to the side, so for the first time I could lean forward to kiss Miranda. I savored the taste of Brenda's pussy on his lips. Hmm....I would need my own taste of Brenda later. I bent low, my nipples touching Miranda's sweaty chest, our perspiration mingling, as I pressed my tongue deep down his throat. He responded by grabbing my ass and steadying me for his slow thrusts in and out of me. I was moving from the fucker to the fuckee as he gripped me tighter and started thrusting harder into me. His cock reached places I didn't think were possible, and I found myself moaning as I rubbed my slippery tits against him, his hairy chest stimulating my nipples. It was one more brick in the wall, and the orgasms I'd had previously were nothing compared to the tsunami I was starting to feel. I was breathing shallow and fast as I was now his toy, a cum receptacle, his fuckslut. That word was so liberating as I let go, let him hold me and fuck me properly, my entire body a tuning fork waiting to be struck. And then it started. My toes curled, my hair stood on end, my brain tingled as I lost control. Fireworks went off in my head as well as my cunt, and I was on the verge of sensory overload. My teeth ground together as I convulsed on top of Miranda. And then, just as I started to return to reality, his big cock erupted deep inside my clutching vagina and set me off all over again. I was screaming, then moaning, then I went limp on top of his heaving chest, exhausted. It was an eternity until I could move. Miranda waited patiently for signs of life before delicately putting me down next to him. I curled up against his body and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were punctured by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I tried to get my bearings; Miranda was lying next to me, fast asleep. On his other side was Brenda, snuggling against him as I was. I creakily got out of bed and went off in search of the phone. I finally found it in the living room and answered it without seeing who it was just to stop the ringing. "Hello?" I mumbled. "Hey, Alex, it's Bill!" Shit. I didn't really want to see him again. Miranda had spoiled me for normal-sized cocks. "What's up?" "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to come over. Maybe we could inspect that lab again," he chuckled. "What time is it?" I had no idea, and I was stalling. "It's 8:30. Oh, by the way, I saw Bernie." I snapped to attention. "Where? Over there?" "Yeah, he stopped by for a moment. He was acting kind of weird. And he left a note." "What did it say?" "Come on over and I'll show you." I was getting to be an expert in trading sexual favors for information. I agreed to meet him over there in fifteen minutes. Hopefully I could fuck his brains out and be back in an hour. I looked in on Miranda and Brenda, but they were still out cold. I took Brenda's keys and her car, and left a note saying where I was going, just in case. Bill was behind the desk and shot me a crooked smile when I came in. He was getting a little cocky, I decided. Well, this was the last he'd be getting of me, so I'd grin and bear it. He jumped up, twirling his keys, and I followed him down the hall. He opened the door to room 260, and we darted into the alcove where we couldn't be seen. I put my hand on his zipper and said, "So where's that note you were telling me about?" I wasn't prepared for his reaction. He pushed me down to my knees and said, "You'll get it when I'm ready." He undid his belt and opened his fly, then yanked down his briefs to let his cock fly free. I was shocked at the size of it- it was so much larger than it was just yesterday...... Oh, sht. Behind Bill, shoulder to shoulder, blocking my way and grinning, were Graham and Brad. Graham spoke. "Hi Alex. Been a while, and I love how you turned out." I knew that behind me was a dead end, and these two musclemen weren't going to let me pass. I waited to see what they had in store for me. First, Graham put a hand on Bill's shoulder and said. "You did an excellent job and I'm pleased. I want you to cum now." Bill trembled all over and started shooting jets of cum violently, one of which hit me in the face. As much as I wanted to lick it up, I knelt absolutely still. When he was finished, Graham told him to lick his jizz off my face and he obeyed immediately. "Now, Bill I want you to go back to the desk and make sure we're not disturbed." Bill pulled up his pants as if nothing had happened and left the room without a word. Graham turned back to me. "It's so hard to find good slaves these days, but he served his purpose. He brought you to me. And you're going to give me Brenda and anybody else who's involved here." "Not likely," I said. "Oh, it's very likely, Alex." Brad went to a cabinet in the room and pulled out a beaker that was about half full of a milky liquid. I knew what it was. "After my mistake with you and Brenda, I did a lot of extra work. I bent Brad here to my will pretty easily. A drop of something in his Pepsi and he was mine. Now he can't live without me." "And you're next, Alex. I wish you were still a man, because women are weak and don't know how to fuck properly. Still, they have their uses. I want you to drink this." "No," I said, my voice trembling just a bit. "Well, if you prefer, we can do it the hard way. As you've probably surmised, this is a beaker of my sperm. Apparently the human body has a wonderful capacity to distill my chemical. It's far more concentrated in my sperm, as Bill and Brad have found out. And its effects are far more long-lasting, bonding with a bodily fluid. I've found what works best is a two-step process. First the subject drinks 500 ml of my essence, then I give them a fresh batch directly from my cock. And voila, I have a new slave. Look at the bright side; your boobs will get a lot bigger and more sensitive. The ones you have right now are nothing to write home about." "You're crazy," I said weakly. "Well, no. I'm not so crazy that I'm going to leave you out there to make things difficult for me. And you're going to tell me all about your friends and you're going to help me round them up as well. I need any knowledge of this experiment contained. Bill was unfortunate enough to walk in on Brad and me just as I was finished enslaving him with my cock. It was lucky for me because Bill led me directly to you. You should be more careful about who you fuck, Alex." He laughed. Brad came up from behind me, yanked my hair back and before I could react stuffed a couple of Swedish Fish down my throat. I tried to cough them up but it was too late. I felt the familiar haziness. As my eyes refocused, Graham looked directly at me and said in a booming voice. "Alex, I want you to tell me everything." A command. I felt my panties getting wet. He asked me about the people I had been wasting my time with for the past few days and I told him everything. About Brenda. About Miranda. About our escapades with Taylor. About my lost bag of fish and Bernie. Everything. If there was any more to tell, I would have told it. When I was finished, Graham told me he was pleased, then let me touch myself and allowed me to cum. I almost passed out from the intensity of it. "I'm going to want you to bring all of your friends over here, Alex. We need to subjugate them as you have been. You're a new person now- I am changing your name to 'Alyx', befitting your new status as my slave". Alyx. It was a perfect name. "And now I want you to take my sperm. Drink it all up. It will make me very happy." I swooned at the thought. "Ohh yesssss." Brad stripped my clothes off mechanically and put me down on all fours. I felt him lubricating my asshole and my pussy was gushing at the thought of Graham's immortal cock in my ass. I must please him. I must please him. I must please him. Nothing else mattered. There was a muffled sound in the hall. Graham nodded to Brad. "See if we have visitors. Take the gun." I shuffled nervously on all fours. My insides were all atingle, waiting for my master's sperm. My master. Where had that come from? I needed that cock so bad. "Please fuck me......master" "Shut up, you little cunt, we've got some business to take care of first." I collapsed, sobbing. I wasn't wanted. I fell into a deep pit of depression. And then I saw a flash of blue, a sharp 'crack' and the thump of a body hitting the floor. It happened so fast it almost didn't register. "Are you all right?" It was a tall blonde in head-to-toe bright blue spandex, with a pair of bright-blue boots to match. On her face was a simple black mask. Then I heard more footsteps. Brenda, Taylor and Miranda poured into the room. "Oh, man, are you okay?" Brenda asked. "I need Master's cock." I replied. Brenda held my head and looked me straight in the eye. "No, what I want you to do is tell us what happened here." A command. I shivered. I told her everything. Then I passed out. When I came to, I saw Master and Brad, side by side. Brenda was feeding fish to Master, and he was talking on and on about chemicals and processes and dosages. I wished he would stop and give me his cock as he promised he would. I was mad at Brenda for stopping him. I looked up and the tall blonde with the mask. "You're safe now, miss," she said. She them stepped away. "My work here is done." With that, she dashed out the door with incredible speed. "We never got her name," said Brenda. "I think I know what it is," said Miranda cryptically. It took a week for the Fish to work their way out of my system. Only then did Brenda give me the whole story. The bag of Fish intended for me was a special batch. They were more than just able to increase one's suggestivity, they could actually erase one's personality and replace it with another of Graham's choosing. He was confused that I hadn't zombied out and only after he enslaved Bill did he learn what had happened. He'd then looked high and low for Bernie as we had. "Where are Graham and Brad now?" I asked. Brenda gave them a taste of their own medicine. After she forced some red fish on them, they'd relaxed and become compliant. Graham talked her ear off, so proud was he of his accomplishments. The red and green Fish had just been for starters. The orange and yellow ones were for creating a personal army of slaves totally dedicated to him. He really was crazy. "How did he think he was going to get away with it? " "Well, you saw the effect just one of those Fish had on you," Brenda said. "He was going to basically enslave anyone who got in his way. He had quite a bit of stock. His fantasy was to retire to a South Pacific island surrounded by slaves attending his every whim, a never ending supply of hot men to fuck, and authorities who wouldn't bother him." He really was crazy, I thought. But I also knew that given time, he might very well have been able to pull it off. "You still haven't told me what happened to Graham and Brad." "Well, it was the heat of the moment. Once I realized that those special Fish would enslave them, I kept feeding them. I wanted to be sure they wouldn't get away. But what was left was kind of zombie-like. I took them back to Graham's place; they'd both reverted to pure instinct, wanting nothing more than to suck each other's cock. That was the base level of their emotions. It took the psychologist in me to build them back up, at least to a functioning human level. They had no memory of what happened. But I couldn't watch them 24/7. Miranda and Taylor were watching you to make sure you were okay. There was a fair amount of shit going on. A couple of nights ago, they just, well, got carried away. They stopped eating, drinking, and just lived between each other's legs. They couldn't be torn apart, and we called 911 anonymously. They took them to the hospital, but they both slipped into a coma and died when they were separated. The University's been trying to cover it up ever since. They're saying it's drug-related." "What about all the research he did?" "Miranda and I scrubbed the lab clean. We also cleared all the evidence from his place. We found quite a bit of............stuff. Haven't decided what to do with it all yet. We think that we've figured out the physical and behavioral effects of the different Fish and the dosages involved." "A little too late for Graham and Brad." "Perhaps, but they weren't too worried about what was going to happen to us." I propped myself up on an elbow and felt a bit lightheaded. I felt the heft of my tits on my chest for the first time, and it was arousing. "Ohh". I said as I touched one. "I've been waiting to get a hold of those puppies for a week now, but I think you need to get your bearings first," Brenda said. I was ravenously hungry. Brenda had commanded me to sleep and I had only woken occasionally to eat and drink. I only dimly remembered any of this through the fog. If only one of those super Fish had messed me up this much, I could only imagine what had happened to Graham and Brad. I ate a huge breakfast and drank half a gallon of orange juice. I was completely ravenous. Then I took a shower and started to come back to life. I couldn't help playing with my soapy breasts under the stinging spray. God, I hadn't been fucked in a week. I was getting hornier by the second. When I came out of the shower I was met by Miranda and Taylor, both wearing nothing but basketball shorts. Their cut muscles were nearly identical, two perfect specimens. I could see the clearly defined bulges underneath the material and the smiles on their faces. I clamped my hand on each boner, and led them to the nearest bedroom. Getting on my knees, I took both their cocks in my mouth and rubbed them together as I darted my tongue in and out between them, my lips stretched almost to the breaking point. Their moans merged with my own, and I could tell they were as getting turned on by grinding against each other as they were by me. This raised interesting possibilities that I filed away for future use. Miranda finally pulled out and crawled onto the bed, his marvelous cock strong and straight. I followed him, gripping the trunk of his cock as I lowered myself onto his massive girth. I exhaled sharply as I felt him fill me. Miranda's strong hands encircled my big breasts. "Forty Double-D," he announced. "The same size as Brenda's." I barely heard as his fondling of my tits gave me a long-awaited orgasm. My cunt fluttered around his cock as I swayed on top of him, lost in my own pleasure. My eyes were tightly shut and my teeth clenched as I rode the wave. Miranda waited for my return to reality, and when I leaned down to kiss him, he started his slow, methodical thrusts in and out of my pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Taylor, his hand full of lube, stroking his big dick, waiting his turn. I decided he shouldn't wait. "I could really use a cock in my ass, baby," I cooed. Taylor reacted like he'd been struck by lightning. His prick jumped in his hand as he listened, and within seconds he was at my back door, sticking a lubed finger inside my anus. He'd obviously had a major change of heart regarding anal sex. I felt the rubbery tip of his manhood touch my rosebud, then force its way in. Miranda had stopped his fucking to give me the time to acclimate. Taylor's rod inside me was stretching my asshole wide, and while the lube helped, it was still a little pain mixed with the pleasure. When he'd entered me completely, I let out a cry; I was so stuffed it felt like I couldn't breathe. When Taylor pulled out a bit, Miranda thrust in a bit, and I came again, shivering between my two men. They started to move a little faster now, and Taylor grabbed my tits from behind as he ripped in and out of my nether hole. Miranda pumped me from beneath, and I was tossed between them, like a cork bobbing on the ocean. I was approaching delirium, as I lost track of my orgasms. Things just melded into one big yummy cum as I let myself get carried away. Our sweat intermingled as we became one big writhing mass of flesh. Taylor groaned as his big tool throbbed and exploded in my ass, spewing cum deep inside me. His herky-jerky orgasm set off Miranda, and before long I was filled with his man goo as well. I'd been in one long continuous cummy dream for a while now, and taking their spunk just put an exclamation point on things. I let out a long sigh as I felt them soften and slip out of me; I was too spent to protest. It was only now that I saw Brenda across the room diddling her cunt, getting off by watching us. Her mouth made a big 'o' as she triggered her own blissful climax. The guys took off to parts unknown while I lay there leaking our combined juices. She snuggled in next to me and we lay there for a long time, just cuddling. Finally I had the strength to get up, and Brenda said, "We're all going out tonight. Wear something sexy." "Do I own anything that isn't sexy?" I laughed. "Touch?," Brenda said as she gave my firm ass a little smack. I saw a newspaper on the kitchen table and realized I'd missed a week's worth of news. Seems they'd caught the serial rapist who'd been terrorizing women on campus; as a newly-minted target, that was a relief. Seems that someone had fought back and tied the guy up, then called police. They were seeking the woman as a person of interest in the investigation. Apparently the guy was tied up in the same way that a robber of people at ATM machines had been a few days earlier, which police were curious about. Looked like I hadn't missed anything else. Putting on a pair of tights and shimmying into a black mini was fun. My big boobs really stretched the top out, but they were so firm that the effect was really awesome. Brenda did my nails, hair and makeup, and when she was done I looked good enough to eat. "So where are we going?" I asked as Brenda was doing her own makeup. "Hobnobs." "Hobnobs? The titty bar?" "It's a gentleman's club, my dear," Brenda retorted. "Well, perhaps, but why?" "Some unfinished business. It's actually Miranda's idea. Oh, and he's decided to change his name- he doesn't exactly look like a Miranda these days. You can call him Niko. He likes that better." "Niko it is." We piled into Mir-...Niko's car and drove the few miles to Hobnob's. As titty bars went, it was fairly classy. Loud hip-hop was playing as we walked in. The dancers were gyrating behind the bar in varying states of undress when I saw her. The blonde. We got a table and endured the lustful stares of most of the patrons. A few women were scattered in the audience, but not many. I kept my eyes focused on the blonde with the big tits as she had some simulated sex with a stunning redhead, bending her over as she humped her crotch against the other woman. "That blonde..." I said. Niko smiled. He pulled one of the waitresses over. Looked like she brought drinks between shifts on stage. The music was too loud to hear anything, but I saw him flash a twenty, which the waitress promptly put in her cleavage. She nodded and walked away. "What was that all about?" I yelled. "I'm inviting the blonde over to our table." he said. The shift ended and so did the throbbing music, replaced by a more laid- back mellow rock sound. My drink was sweet, but I could feel the alcohol going to my head already. The blonde was coming our way, a flimsy T- shirt just barely covering her assets. "Hi, I'm Brittany," she said. "Amber said you wanted to see me. Is there something I can do for you?" Her tone was mildly suggestive. The words just tumbled from my mouth. "You saved my life," I blurted out. Brittany's eyes went wide. "What are you talking about?" "It was you in the blue outfit. When I was under.....the influence, I fixated on you. I can feel the vibes even now. It was you. Don't ask me how I know, I just do." "I...I...don't know what to say," she stammered, a terrified look in her eye. Brenda said, "It's all right, we're not here to turn you in or anything. In fact we'd like to invite you into our little, ah, club. We've been looking for you for more than a week." "I, uh, don't remember much. It seems like the only thing that's real is when I'm on stage. Which is where I'm due back in a few minutes. I have to go." Niko said, "Please come back after your next shift. There's a lot we have to talk about." I was confused. Niko cleared things up for me. "Remember when we were looking for Bernie and we went to his house? You found the video...." "Pornstar Avenger!" "Right," said Niko, "Fighter of Evil by Day, Stripper by Night. Brenda speculated that Bernie may very well have had a bag of those more powerful Swedish Fish while watching the movie. Like a baby chick that imprints on the first thing it sees, that movie became the imprint. Considering what happened to Graham and Brad, I'm betting that she doesn't even remember her previous life. She's Brittany Fox, Pornstar Avenger. She doesn't know any other life. Her mind was wiped clean and her body morphed into something else entirely." "Holy Shit. If that's what these Fish are capable of, we need to get rid of them." Brenda didn't respond, and the music came up loud again as Brittany and her cohorts took the stage to whistles and catcalls and dollar bills stuffed in g-strings. Now I knew why rapists and robbers were suddenly, mysteriously apprehended. Brittany Fox, Pornstar Avenger. Ho-lee shit. To be continued.....