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Deep Cover Two days ago I had a break in the "Tom Smith" case I could not ignore. We knew you were the accountant for a number of organisations under federal investigation and we'd been profiling you for six months, looking for a way into your confidence. We'd noticed your waning interest in your current mistress - Kyra Kajira - you went through your mistresses at an alarming rate, typically one every three months or so. As far as we could tell you'd lost all sexual interest in her and were looking for a new one. Kyra knew this and was despondent - she knew she was losing her sugar daddy. The timing was perfect. I approached her with an offer of immunity if she helped us with our investigation. She was reluctant at first but after subtle threats of deportation back to Armenia she easily caved - you liked your woman submissive and pliable and clearly Kyra fit the bill. The plan was for Kyra and I to switch bodies and I would take on the role of your soon to be ex-mistress. You would practically ignore me whilst I snooped around your house and office. You'd find a new slut, break it off with me and I'd be free to leave with the evidence I needed against the organisations. It was a low risk mission... Easy I thought as I climbed naked into the exchange booth. I looked at my manhood and sighed, waving it goodbye for the immediate future. I'd been undercover in other bodies before but never a female one. Waking up in Kyra's little body was a surprise. She was so small and, well, weak. As a federal officer I'd been all muscle and able to handle myself with ease and confidence. At 6'2" nothing intimidated me. But stepping naked from the booth I could not help but notice the gentle sway of my breasts, my widened female stance, my hairless and delicate pussy... and being 5'1" with no muscle was off putting. Being examined by the docs I felt a bit nervous. Mentally I'd been ready to wear a female body. It was not something I'd ever consciously wanted but having breasts, pussy and curves in a tight little package was something I could cope with for a short duration - the docs said without drugs it generally took a month or two for the mind to shift fully to a new body. No drugs for me thanks.... I had no interest in sex with men but if I stayed long enough that would probably change. Right now I'd prefer to have sex with Kyra than you... If only I'd known. It wasn't what I expected but I dealt with it. Kyra dressed like a bit of a slut, tight top, teeny pants, high heels. And so did I. I had butterflies in my stomach as my male workmates, my equals, mentally undressed me. I liked it which worried me. Within an hour I was driving my hot pink convertible to your mansion. I knew the layout well from the plans I studied so I went through the security gates, parked my car and strutted into the house. You were home so no point in searching. I knew that Kyra spent most afternoons naked by the pool. I didn't want to break character but I went to my room and grabbed a skimpy thong and bikini top. Hot pink. I kicked off my heels, shrugged out of my clothes and slipped on the bathing suit. i admired my reflection and smiled. This mission was turning out to be fun. Then I wandered down stairs to laze by the pool. The butler brings me a cocktail and I drink it slowly. It's sweet and a little odd tasting. I lie back and let the sun warm my skin in sensual bliss. A shadow fell over me and I looked up to see you. "You didn't put any lotion on Kyra. You have to take more care of your skin. Here let me help. Sit up," you say as you squirt lotion into your hand. I feel my heart thudding in my chest as I sit up. Disobeying would be out of character and... I don't want to. I feel your hands at my back, unclasping my bikini. It comes free, my breasts dangling loosely as you throw it away. Then I feel your strong firm hands start rubbing my neck, my back, my shoulders, my sides. Long probing fingers press from my head down to the crack of my round little bottom, your hands slipping of the flimsy strands of my thong to cup my cheeks. i tense, fearfully wanting you to go further, to touch my pussy. But you don't, you just continue tickling and massaging my sensitive flesh erotically. I sigh in contentment, but the butterflies in my tummy are going crazy. I look down and notice that my nipples are becoming erect. And I can feel a moistening below. Oh shit, I think, what the heck is going on. I was thinking like a little submissive slut. I lick my lips nervously and the strange taste of the cocktail comes back. Drugged! Oh no. But what with? You turn me around and start on my front, ribbing warm moist lotion on my stomach, under my dangling breasts, rubbing my neck and stroking my ears. Your touch is deft. I really want you to rub lotion on my breasts, to feel the hot, moist friction of your large hands on my nipples. But you have other ideas. You grip my g-string and pull it off. I swallow, realising where this is heading. Something has gone wrong. You're meant to have no interest in me. You turn my petite body over onto my stomach and I hear you unbuckling your belt. I should run... Forget the mission. It's not worth it. But god help me I don't want to. My pussy is afire with need and I want you. I gasp as I feel your penis between my thighs, it's smoothe round head slipping upwards to nestle amongst the sensitive folds of my pussy. I shift my weight, spread my legs and angle my torso to feel your manhood align perfectly to slide straight into me. I'm moist, hot and ready to be fucked by a man for the very first time. You grab my breasts and chuckle. "Bet you never expected to be in this position... Kyra." I shake my head. Did he know who I was? Fuck me. Don't fuck with me. If I still had a spine I'd say that. Instead I feel my pussy get wet as you call me Kyra, juices running down my thighs . Damn you. You own me and I love it. How did this ever happen to me? I want to say stop. But that would give me away. And truthfully I'm more turned on than I can ever recall in my life. My pussy is hot, moist and ready. This body is made for this and it's like I'm just along for the ride. And by the giddy excitement in my belly I know this is going to be some ride. I don't think I could even say stop. As your manhood presses into me I reach down and feel it with my fingers. The veins of your penis drag across my fingertips as my pussy lips stretch pleasurably to accommodate you. I press down with my hand, feeling everything. A little whimper of pleasure escapes my lips as you fill me and my fingers brush the nub of my sex. My rational mind wants to stop you, talk my way out of this. But that's firmly belted up in the backseat as you start to fuck the brains out of my little body. I am completely yours. The thought sends a pleasure - a thrill through my loins as you slide in and out and I squirm and buck my hips with each of your thrusts. A dull aching pleasure starts to build, growing with each thrust. A feel so hot. My breasts bounce and jiggle. My nipples are on fire and as you gently twist them in your fingers. I grit my teeth and bite back a cry of lust. My little body is hot and sweaty. I'm feverish with torrid sensation. You chuckle and gasp, "oh you are such a little slut." You thrust home one last time, your balls slamming into my ass. And then you cum. I can feel you filling me up. And then I cum with a shuddering orgasm to match yours moments later. I've just been fucked and it was fantastic. What the hell was happening? You slip out and look down at my spent little body, certain that I know my place. "Thankyou," I say meekly, unsure where it came from. You have awakened something submissive and feminine within me, something I never knew about myself. You nod and grab a glass from the butler. I realise he's seen the entire show and feel embarrassed. My surrender to the needs of my body was made more complete with a witness. "I'm still not sure whether I will discard you. I'd like you to meet your possible replacement," you say. I feel a moment of conflicted dread. I had to have more time to finish my mission. I wasn't going to be fucked like a slut and discarded with nothing to show for it. And there was also the fear of losing you. The fear that you would discard me, that I'd never feel you within me again, mastering my body. It was an overpowering emotion. It scared the hell out of me as I didn't really know what lengths I'd go too to continue to be kept by you. "But before we do that, be a dear and suck me clean." I stare for a moment in surprise. No doubt about it I want to do it, but it's an act I'd never contemplated before. I cannot raise your suspicion yet I still I lick my lips nervously, hesitating. I was a man wasn't I? Doing this with my mouth was so demeaning. So female. "Hurry up girl," you say. At your cajoling I lean forward and lick the tip of your cock. It's salty and warm, coated with the remnants of our love making. I kiss it and swirl my tongue around, licking it clean. Then I lean forward and engulf your head in my mouth. This is so right. You sigh and run your hands gently through my hair. I'm conscious of my breasts pressing back and forth into your legs as on my knees I give my first blow job. This might be new for me but my body knows precisely what it is doing and I find myself getting moist again, my nipples hardening with excitement. I'm definitely an enthusiastic little cocksucker now. My jaw starts to ache so I bring by breasts up and sandwich your manhood between their pillowy masses. You tit fuck me for a few slick thrusts then gasp and cum all over my breasts and face. You chuckle as though at a private joke then turn and walk over to the cabana shower. The butler returns with some towels, and dabs my face and breasts clean, "you know, I thought Master Tom was sick of you. You must have done something special to get into his graces," I nod uncertainly. What had Kyra done? "Come girl," you say. "It's time to meet your replacement. You let me put my skimpy bikini back on as well as a sarong then lead me weak kneed to your car and off we go. To the Strip Joint! The Kitty Kat Klub in Old Town had an interesting history. It had been run as a front by the ku klucks klan, a poultry white supremacist group. A few years ago all the management had disappeared mysteriously and the hiring policy had drastically changed under the management of the current owner Kat Ballou. Since then a large number of buxom African, Asian and Hispanic girls had been employed. The sudden increase in quality strippers had made the club the hottest on the strip. Subsequently a surprising number of the girls had moved on, getting married and having kids. But that was another story. I was very familiar with this strip joint. I'd dated one of the girls here when I worked vice. Sandra, a leggy brunette that was a bit slutty and all sexy. I watched as you spoke quietly to Sandra. She looked at me and smiled almost vindictively, then she nodded as though you had given her some important advice. I felt a little nervous watching this exchange. "Hi, I'm Kat," one of the strippers said, a girl in a cowboy outfit. Kat Ballou. She ran the place and did the books. "Sandra says you're a friend looking to try out pole dancing." She touched my breasts and said, "well these are great. Most girls here pay good money for breasts like these and you've got them naturally." I felt myself blush at the kind words. It was not nature that had so endowed me but a mind swapping machine. Still they were very nice breasts, I thought smugly, and if the other girls wanted ones like them then all the better. Kat chuckled. "Good luck," she said and wandered off to dance. I watched her pretty pear shaped buttocks sway away. You both returned to me distracting me from Kat. "As we discussed you are going to strip tonight," you state with a grin. "You'll dance with Sandra. You remember her don't you?" You ask. Sandra wears a skimpy stage outfit. I always loved her outfits. I nod, mouth going dry. I knew Sandra was one of the girls you were seeing now. As I said I'd dated Sandra as a man. She was great in the sack but at times a little over domineering for my tastes - not really your type either although you both shared a cruel streak. She now stood a good five inches taller than me and I found her a little imposing. I remembered her beneath me as I screwed her. But that was a lifetime ago. I was glad she didn't know who I was. If she did she'd probably enjoy lording it over me and finding ways to diminish me further. I felt my pussy grow warmer at the thought and realised that some part of me would like that. I pushed back the submissive inclinations imagining myself as male and in control. Sandra took me by the hand and led me to the female change rooms. No male. Not in control. Loving it. "Strip," she ordered. I stood there uncertainly for a moment not sure what to do. After a long moment under her disapproving gaze I removed my scanty clothing. She tut tutted and looked over my naked body. She reached down, her finger toying with the little strip of hair above my pussy. "This will not do," she said, "we'll have to shave this off." I swallowed. "Our customers do not like these things," she explained, "and neither do I," she continued with a little laugh. She went and got some shaving cream and a razor and in a brief moment she removed any hair along with the vestiges of my pride. "A pity," she said as she reached out and tweaked my left nipple, "I would have liked to have pierced these. But we do not have the time," my nipple hardened at her touch, "maybe next time," she said with a mischievous grin that made me weak at the knees, "now turn around," she said and inspected my body from all angles with a clinical eye as I obeyed. Sandra went to a rack loaded with costumes and returned. "Put this on," she says passing me an outfit that consisted mainly of dangly chains and nothing else. There was also neck, and ankle and wrist collars. And a leash. I put on the dangly chain thing seeing it drape over my round breasts and about my full hips. Sandra put the collar and leash on me. Then the wrist straps. They fit very snug about my thin and narrow appendages. She led me towards the main room and I grew nervous. "And for your viewing pleasure I would like to introduce Kyra the Slave Girl. Fresh from the slave auctions this little girl wants to be yours... This is her very first night. So lets give this little harem girl a warm welcome." Sandra made me crawl out onto the stage. I felt everyone in the place looking at me and I felt so small beneath their gaze. Sandra strutted onto the stage behind me as though owning it, her sexual presence commanding all eyes to look upon her. Clearly she was a confident woman in control. Beside her I felt like a meek shadow, hardly how I had felt with her as a man. With Sandra holding my leash I slowly stood then started to dance seductively to the music, Sandra leading me. The chains which dangled about my breasts and hips in a semblance of clothing swayed enticingly. I was nervous at first but then moved with growing confidence until Sandra jerked my leash and pulled me to heel like an obedient pet. Sandra fastened my wrist ties to the top of the dancing pole. She ran a hand down my side across my stomach and down to my sex, her finger lingering there and slipping inside for a moment. I gasped with pleasure but my eyes looked out upon the crowd and I saw them reacting. I started to dance, my tiny body undulating against the cold metal of the pole, my skin goosebumping. Whilst I had never done this before my body seemed to know instinctively what to do. I climbed up the pole, wrapped my thighs around it and leant back, full breasts dangling towards my chin. With a swift shift of my upper body I started to spin and slide down the pole. I knew you were somewhere back in the crowd watching us and it excited me. The stage lights made the crowd distant and faceless, but I could imagine you smiling wryly at me. I remember being out there, a man watching these beautiful creatures provocatively strut and strip. The very essence of the unattainable. I knew that every man there wanted me and I also knew that if any of them had asked I would have said yes. I looked out into the audience and gasped seeing one of my fellow offices in the crowd. Mike Tesco. He was looking upon me with fixated eyes. Sandra undid my top and pulled me around, our breasts pressing together. I felt so exposed. So nervous as the crowd lusted after me. She pushed me to my knees, my face in her crotch. I kissed her nether lips. A hand reached out, slipped a note into my g-string and fondled my rounded ass. I wiggled and smiled. I imagined myself as a slave to all of these men and god did it excite me. I actually wished that this could happen - and that scared me. This feeling of submissiveness was contrary to my normal self but felt so natural - so right - that I knew that it was an intrinsic part of me now. I nuzzled Sandra's sex, lapping and kissing and sucking. She loved it but pulled my chain to make me stop. I crawled off the stage with Sandra holding my leash again. Finished up on the stage I found the skimpy slave girl top and put it back on. I milled around on the side lines for a while not sure what to do. And then the first man approached me for a private dance. I was shocked when I saw that it was my fellow officer. I looked up at him licking my lips nervously. I knew if this case was successful I would need to stand in courts and explain how and what I had done. Even if I did not need to tell them about this he would know. He would tell others. And I did not know him or trust him well enough to tell him who I really was. I had no choice. I accepted the offer and felt a girlish thrill of pleasure as he led me to a private booth. "Come here Kyra," he ordered. "I saw you at the station earlier today. What were you doing there?" I felt a moment of panic. "Um paying some parking fines," I lied. He laughed, "really? With the investigators?" Mike Tesco asked incredulously, "those guys are in charge of major crimes." "Alright then. I was being interviewed about my boyfriend," I responded. He motioned for me to dance, "really?" he asked with a knowing leer. He motioned for me to take off my top. I did as he wanted. "You know what I would really like?" he asked. "I'd like you to give me a hand job." I swallowed and shook my head, "it's against the rules," I said although I kinda wanted too. He smiled and said, "well we're all friends aren't we? You can bend the rules... you can trust me. I won't tell anyone who you really are... sir." His voice was mocking. My blood went cold. He knew. He could expose me. I could be trapped like this. Oh god! I swallowed and licked my lips nervously, trying to think, "you wouldn't. They could kill me or worse." "Of course I wouldn't," he said, "but a little incentive to keep me quiet would be nice." Dear god! What had I gotten myself into? Acute P.O.V. - By Jackie Blue and Abdul When I awoke I was confused and aroused. I could not understand how this could have happened. "Ah, my little pet. I see you are awake." I hear your voice. It sounds familiar. "I hope you enjoy the new view. It's going to be with you for the rest of your life." I hear your laughter - masculine, self assured, confident, dominant - everything I am not. "My little Kat girl." The epithet hits me in the face like cold water - catalysing my mind. Your words should anger me. They are a direct challenge to the masculinity I once possessed. A shadow of my former self struggles to fight back against this. But the sexual thrill that your words and my new body evoke is too strong. You watch me struggle to come to grips with this new reality. I can't understand why my body and mind react the way they do. When I went to sleep this was far from who and what I was. The fact this new body is naked only accentuates my feelings "You thought you could leave me? You can't escape me so easily. As you can see ... I'm going to be with you for a long time." You laugh. The condescension makes me feel smaller, insignificant. You step naked out of the shadows and I gasp, "You recognise my voice. My face. They were all once yours." "Mine?" I'm truly shocked. "We swapped? I'm in your body?" I look down, not recognising these breasts from this angle. "Who am I? Who are you?" In the same way I didn't recognise my own voice I can't recognise yours... I struggle against the feelings of arousal as I stare at my former body. "Don't struggle. It only makes things worse I fear." You chuckle as I place my hands between my legs. I want to stop myself but I can't. My fingers seek out my sex. I can't help but play with myself. The sensations are wonderful. "I will..unngg...never not struggle...you had no right to do this to me!" I cry, my actions betraying me. "How did you...? What did you do to me? I feel as if I was born this way!" My nipples start to harden. It feels so good. "How? Well it's a little machine I put together. It swaps minds," you explain your eyes on my crotch. I'd laugh at you but I know how serious this is. "Let me show you how your new sex works. Do you like playing with my former pussy?" You ask with a knowing leer as you approach. I can't take my eyes of your cock. My former cock... "I ... can't help myself..." I explain guiltily, licking my lips, my mind conjuring obscene images that excite me. You nod knowingly. "It gets better... Let me fuck your tight little pussy slut." I try to think. Who are you? Why is it so hard for me to remember this body and voice? As you turn me over and position yourself to enter me from behind I do nothing to stop you. In fact I help you gain access. "Ooohh goddd," I cry as I feel your cock slide into my already wet pussy. My former cock sliding deep inside me. My head is cloudy. Because of the swap? Or is it because of my arousal. I feel my pussy stretch. The sensation is beyond words. I arch my back and press back into you. You grunt in pleasure. "I'll show you what a real man can do... You still don't remember me do you?" Asyou fuck me doggy style, my breasts bouncing and swaying, my arse slapping into your hips a small part of me rallies. "No. But I am ...nggg.. was a man..." I rock back on your cock, trying to get it deeper inside. "Please. I don't want this. I love being a man," I beg. But I love this. I don't want to but I do! I can't control myself in this body. My actions are dictated by it. "You know once either of us orgasm our synapses change and we'll be trapped forever... Do you want to cum?" You ask me as you push deep into me new pussy. "Trapped?" I gasp as you fill me. I grit my teeth to stifle a scream of utter lust. I can't stop myself despite what this may mean for either of us. "If I cum this is permanent? Oh god!" I moan in pleasure, "tell me who... i am now. Please?" I beg as you slide in and out of my pussy. "Who are you?" you ask. I hate people who answer questions with questions. "I don't know . You did this to me. You tell me!" You sigh sadly. "Do you remember five years ago in Paris. A weekend... Clearly you forgot. But you made me certain promises and I remembered. You wanted my body then. Well it's yours now." I struggle to remember. It's all so blurry. I can't think with you fucking me like this. My breasts from this perspective are so huge. This body - my body is so ... so ... sensitive. My arousal so great. I struggle to talk coherently. "Paris? What promises? Stop torturing me and tell me. Please?" You chuckle knowingly. "I can fuck you like this anytime I want... You feel that sensitivity. I tweaked your brain." You tweak my nipple and I know you are telling me the truth. You have done something to my mind. I quake in fear, "you plan to keep me like this. Unable to function? Always aroused?" "Yes." You say. The simplicity of your answer makes me wetter. "Did you know that 90% of your brain is normally unused. Well that's all now wired into your sex drive now..." you drop another bombshell but the arousal makes it hard for me to conc... conce... think. I whimper. "Please, tell me who... I... am... oh god!" My pussy and breasts are on fire. "Does that feel good... Kat?" I hear you ask distantly. "It feels good from here. And it's nearly permanent." I am beyond clear though. It's almost impossible to talk. "K..K..Kat? Per.. permanent?" Every thrust brings me closer. My pussy is so hot. So tight "Did you want me to stop? Can you even ask it?" I hear you mock me. "Oh god.it feells so good.. I.. I need it!" You thrust deep into me, "you stole ..my..body..." You grip my buttocks. I look down between my big sensitive bouncing breasts and see your cock sliding into my pussy. "This is my body now. And this is yours. Slave." You laugh. "Please. I'm not Kat. And you cant make me a slave" I declare, all evidence to the contrary. You hear my words and laugh. "You already are a slave. You just have to realise it yet," you say as you grab my breasts and twist my nipple, pushing my brain into overload "Oh...god..fuck me ..please!" I beg. You laugh as your cock pulls out. "Fuck yourself with your fingers girl." You order. At your command I slide my fingers inside myself. I don't want to but I need to obey. I sense you watching me as I frig myself, moaning and panting with satisfied lust. "It's so good, isn't it? Did you want me in you again? My fingers are good, but not nearly so satisfying as being fucked. "Yes, oh please yes!" My nipples harden more at the though of you inside me again. My juices coat my inner thighs. My pussy burns and yearns for more fulfilment. I'm still on my hands and knees but you press my face into the sheets. You hold my hands so I can't pleasure myself. I whimper with need, my mind momentarily unclouded by sex but still ruled by lust. "Remember doing this to me? On the balcony? Where everyone could see?" You prompt. I try hard to remember... "How you humiliated me?" My eyes widen as the memory comes to the surface. "How I could not resist? Well welcome to my world Kat." I remember it all now. Paris...The Balcony... The little helper I slipped into your drink... The promises of ... helping you... "Kat?!" You thrust into my pussy slowly from behind. You grab my hair and start fucking me hard and strong. Insensible noises slip from my lips as you fuck me into the sheets. My new pussy farts and juices flow. You ride my cunt mercilessly and it is incredible. My pussy starts to burn with indescribable pleasure. "Slut. You are where I want you. Now cum and you'll be this way forever. A submissive little creature, trapped for the rest of your life in this body. "No, no, I cant be like this!" My pussy burns. It starts to become unbearable. "Yes. You want it. Beg for it. Yes!!!" You coax. "Yes, fuck me! Slide your cock deep into my pussy. I need it so badly!" You thrust into me. This is what I deserve. I feel your cock, the cock that belonged to me, that I screwed you with, the cock that will trap me like this. It's filling my womb with hot seed. You are cumming. You can't leave my body! I slide my ass back against the huge hardness behind her. There is no escape. No way out. A fuckpet. A slave to my body and my needs and my pussy. "Please!!!" I cry as you impale me hard with your final ejaculation and I cum sealing my fate. "Lived History 303 - Gender Roles Throughout Western History" I checked the short list of TA's for this semesters class. The period of study was pre industrial revolution - rural England. Your resume looked very promising with your minor in temporal physics and previous temponaut experience. But this was more anthropology than physics. Still I arranged the appointment. "Doctor Rupert Lucas," I introduced myself. "Tom Anoniem," you introduced yourself. After shaking hands we got down to it. I needed assistance to scout out the classes field work assignment for this semester. We would travel back to a pre-industrial revolution manor in the Cotswolds. With my greater experience I would take on the role of a scullery young, illiterate uneducated girl. You would take the role of the house steward. I'd not participated in a female temporal shift before, but I had always felt comfortable in my bodies previously. I was curious to know how the other half lived and see things from her perspective. Being firmly ensconced in the psyche of a working class girl in this era would be a fascinating experience giving me an unprecedented insight into the society and its thinking. It was only a brief investigation period after all. I would maintain control of the temporal plate that would initiate our return. When we arrived it was pre dawn. I knew I would need to attend to my chores promptly so I climbed out of bed. That was when I first understood what I'd gotten myself into. I'd read my target's details but here it was. I was 18 years old. Quite attractive, slim with prominent breasts and hips. About four foot five inches. People were shorter back then - now, but even so that was tiny. By firelight I stripped out of my nightshirt. My smooth milky white skin gleamed in the flickering light. I was quite mesmerised by my new diminutive form. I hefted my breast. It was heavy and quite sensitive, the nipple flesh puckering and sending a thrill of excitement deep in my new loins. That was unexpected. I placed a hand on my new sex and immediately felt excited and... Moist. Oh no! What was this. This was not normal physiognomy - but heightened sexual response. The door opened and you entered. I self consciously covered my nakedness. "The return plate- I should look after it." You said, holding your hand out. I frowned as I reached into my bed and passed it to you. As the lead academic I should look after this ... but clearly it would be safer with you given your higher social standing in this historic scenario. I would defer to your judgement on this matter. Actually it seemed quite natural to do so. It was not so much a decision as an instinctive response. I realised I still stood naked before you. I swallowed feeling nervous and exposed under your gaze. I was very conscious of my evident physical arousal, and your eyes on me intensified my arousal. My erect nipples... could you see moisture on my pussy lips? When you stepped into the room and locked it behind you my heart beat fast in my rib cage and my mouth went dry in uncertainty. As a servant under you I had often fanaticised about you coming and taking me. In fact just last night I masturbated my sensitive pussy and breasts to such lewd and inappropriate thoughts. No ... she had. But her thoughts were now mine. These lustful memories and fantasies came unbidden, almost indistinguishable from my own memories and sexual drives, one of the benefits of temporal anthropology - full access the emotive responses of your host body. But the memories had never been so strong before. "Sir," I said tractably as you approached. It happened too fast for me to understand. You were in my arms, your lips pressing into mine, my mouth yielding to your tongue as your hands roamed possessively over my body. The hot kiss ended abruptly as you turned me around and pushed me down onto all fours. I passively struggled for control, to tell you to stop as you unbuckled your belt. But the words humbly died on my lips as I felt your finger slide over my puckered pussy lips and then slip into my unresisting vagina. I pressed back against your hand as your pants fell to the floor. "Just perfect, a tame, docile, servile maid," you whispered as you positioned yourself at my hot wet lips, holding me at the waist so I could not press back - which is what my body longed for despite my better judgement. I could feel the hot bulbous knob of your cock and I waited, outwardly a compliant and passive girl, inwardly totally conflicted between the overriding carnal lust of this foolish girl I had become and the paltry remnants of my male mind. "Are you ready to learn how a lowly maid found pleasure in these times? I think we shall have a long time to find out..." you said as you snapped the temporal plate. I gasped as you thrust into me. "Oh god!" I cried in utter pleasure, hardly caring that we were no longer able to return to our own time... that I was going to be an obedient maid for the rest of my life. I grew wet at the thought as you filled me with your manhood, cowed and on all fours. It was too good to explain. Schlock Horror Electricity sparked between immense electrodes. Lightning flashed. Thunder rolled. The wind wailed. "It's alive, ALIVE!!" The white smocked scientist cried, standing over a steaming body upon a stone slab. The shadows danced upon the rough hewn walls of the high ceilinged gothic chamber. "Huh?" Luke moaned groggily, looking down. His eyes widened. "God! What have you done to me?" Luke asked in horror, looking at the breasts on his much smaller and narrower torso. "I have made you a mate for my monster," the crazed Dr Frankenstein explained. "Your what? What the heck are you talking about? You better not be talking about your ... you know ... your junk. That's just so wrong!" Like cried. The last thing he remembered was driving through the Swiss Alps... The car veering... A smash... Rolling, bouncing, motionless... disorientated shock at seeing his own headless body... Trying to steam... Nothing. "No. No my little creature. I have made you a mate for my monster. A monster that I made .... just like I made you." Lightning crashed ominously. Like nodded. At least he could still sense his own manhood. This monster must be a half male half female thing. Just to be sure he reached between his legs to find... Lighting flashed. Luke's eyes were shocked whites. Thunder rolled drowning out his - her high pitched scream. "It's not there. But ... I can still feel it... It even hurts, and is a bit smaller... But my hand and eyes - I have a pussy!" She gasped in discombobulated terror. "Ah yes, the sensation that a missing body part is still attached and operating appropriately, even hurting," Frankenstein explained. The flashing lightning limned the scientists outline macabrely. Lara nodded, speechless with aghast bewilderment. "I assure you however... You are all woman now. I fear the sensation you are feeling is what is known as ..." Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. "Phantom Penis..." Life Boat "Wake up Dave," the pleasant ship board computer said. Dave gasped in confusion, flash thawed from cryogenic sleep. He felt uncoordinated and terrible - which was normal. But he was bleeding. The sleep capsule had been broken. "The ship has been hit by micro meteors. Engines are disabled. Your kidney and left lung are destroyed. You do not have very long to live. Please move quickly," the voice explained, as though giving traffic directions. "Oh shit..." Dave said. Impacts on cryogenic ally frozen flesh tended to shatter surrounding tissue- this was really bad. The ship board doctor could not treat injuries of that level. "What do I do?" "I have given you drugs to countermand the shock and pain. I have sent a distress signal. Help should arrive in three years. Unfortunately I cannot save your body. But I can save your mind. I think. There are ten female replicant bodies in cargo bay three. You must take one to the med bay. Connect yourself to the synapse scanner and connect the replicant to the scanner. I can initiate a mental transfer. Hopefully before you die." Dave grunted. He did not have time to argue. Replicants were artificial humans with basic mental programming. The basic programming could be easily added to but the always remained. They were disposable humans made for only limited purposes. He went to the cargo bay, trailing far too much blood. He chose the smallest replicant - a naked blonde haired joy girl model, four ten with big breasts and a curvy little body. She'd be great in the sack. And easily moved. He tried not to look too closely at the body he would soon inhabit. He thawed her out in record time. "How may I help you master?" she asked as her eyes fluttered open. Dave rolled his eyes. "Come with me," he said as he helped carry her to the med bay. "You look hurt. I can be a nurse," she said with a smile. "No..." Flash thawed she moved jerkily and they had to help each other to the med bay. He giggled hysterically as he hooked her to the transfer machine and then himself. He lay down as the ship board computer started to transfer his mind. He must have blacked out. ??? When she awoke Dani was a little confused. She looked sadly at her former body. She hoped that everything had made it across, but you can't remember what you can't remember... "Velma, three years till the rescue party arrives?" God her voice sounded so silly. "Yes Dani. I took the liberty of making some small mental changes. Hence the name change from Dave." Dani nodded. She considered her options. It would be best to put herself back into hibernation. She had only a few weeks food. She was still basically human just an engineered clone tank made one. Designed for sex. Naked, all tits and ass. She took her old body to the airlock and sealed it in there. She cleaned up the mess then went back to the sleep capsule and turned it on. ??? "How may I help you master?" Dani asked. Clearly the sex slave programming was overriding her natural inclinations. The man chuckled. "You present an interesting conundrum. The crew of this ship is dead and that gives us full salvage rights. Velma says that the lone crewman, Dave Smith, transferred his mind into your body before he died. But you. You're just a replicant sex slave. And since the accident replicants have been made illegal... they're to be disposed of on site. But that makes them a valuable commodity..." The man ran a hand over Dani's body, "but what do we do with you?" Dani swallowed with fear. "Well master. I am very useful. I can run ship systems. Repair broken machinery..." "We already have crew that can do that. But we can always use companionship... It gets mighty lonely out here." Dani smiled at the offer. This was her main reason for existing after all. Atomic Espresso Dylan groaned, rolled out of bed and stumbled naked to the kitchen. On automatic he went to the freezer, got the coffee grounds and filled up the stove top espresso machine. As it cooked he rubbed his eyes and tried to think what he would do today. School kids, sports classes, fitness assessments, report cards... manicure. "Must have coffee. Can't think," he mumbled. He yawned and stumbled to the fridge, getting the milk, then the coffee cup ... and the chocolate. No sugar... He was sweet enough already... Where did that thought come from? The espresso machine finished and Dylan poured a cup of Joe. He just wasn't himself until he had his coffee. As he slowly sipped his coffee he realised that there was something not quite right. Dylan looked down and gasped. Breasts? Big round ones... "Oh my god!?" And below that... "Oh boy," she swallowed the last of her coffee and became fully alert. Normally she didn't feel like herself until she had her first coffee... Clearly the coffee wasn't working today. Dalene and the Laundromat of Doom Ever since Dalene had been turned into a beautiful woman by her evil ex all she could think about was sex... and it kept getting worse. She tried everything to stop lusting after every man she saw, but ultimately she ended up fantasising about being screwed - and in the damnedest places, in the most torrid ways. Her evil ex just laughed at her. "If you can last a week without giving into your new needs the curse will be lifted and you'll regain your body and manhood. Give in just once though and you'll be a woman - with all the urges - forever..." Each day her urges had grown progressively worse, to the point where masturbation was not helping any more. It was the last day of her curse. She did not think she would make it. She'd asked her best friend Luke for advice. Incredulous at first until she'd proved who she was he'd suggested they seek help at a travelling carnival from Madame Zulga. So here they were at the laundromat that the crazy witch had told her was magical. Apparently the place could clean away bad mojo. But she had to do it naked. And it was working. She could feel her urges lessening. A good thing too as since removing her clothes she had been ready to jump Luke's bones... Or bone. "I'm out of quarters can you put some more in the slot," she asked, her voice echoing in the washing machine. The sound of Luke unbuttoning his belt and his pants hitting the floor caused her to frown. "What are you doing." "I think this place may have got rid of your dirty mind. But the curse... I think part of it has shifted to me..." He said, gripping her by the hips. She could feel his manhood pressing against her lips. Dalene went week at the knees as physical contact returned the curse twofold. "Wait, I'm ok..." Luke said as she pushed back onto him and, as he slipped into her and started to screw her tight wet pussy, sealed her fate. She had a dirty mind forever now... But she didn't mind. Dream Thief In theory it was simple but it still terrified Dave. While Jimmy slept he dreamed of something valuable. Dave would use the Dimensional Rift Engine, or Dr E as they called it, to slip into a dimension very close to ours - the dimension of dreams. Dave would quickly find Jimmy's dream, slip into it without being seen, grab the valuable thing and get out. So far Jimmy had retrieved twelve diamonds all between the size of a hens egg and a shoe box, about three kilos of gold and and some other precious stones - all from Dave's dreams. But Jimmy insisted that Dave had to be a dream thief too. Jimmy was in deep REM sleep so Dave fired up Dr E and stepped through. The world of dreams was like a smoky drab shadow of the real world. Dave saw the swirling vortex of light and colours that was Jimmy's dream and stepped into it. He stood on an island, white squeaky sand surrounded by crystal blue water as far as the eye could see. An idealised version of Jimmy strode naked from the water, tan muscles rippling. "Where is the treasure... Hey you're not meant to see me. Where can I hide here?" Dave asked confused. Jimmy grinned. "I'm sick of going after money. We've got enough to last a lifetime. So I got to thinking. If I could pull real matter from a dream... What could a dream do to a person?" "We talked about this already and decided it was too dangerous to meet in dreams. That's why we were thieves." Jimmy nodded at Dave and instantly his clothes disappeared. Real clothes... from the real world - just gone. This was not good. Dave tried to cover his nudity, only to find his manhood disappearing, replaced with a sensitive slit. "Oh god no!" And the touch of her finger on her sensitive clit made her gasp in pleasure. "What the?" Dave asked with a rising voice. She shrunk down in height, breasts spilling out from her narrow chest, long hair flowing out about her head in lovely cascades. She felt her face shift as a ripple in the dream passed from her head to her feet. Her physical transformation was complete - she was all woman. "You are now my dream lover... Dani." Jimmy explained "Yes Jimmy," Dani agreed, realising that Jimmy had complete control over her body and almost complete control over her mind. She was Dani... And now that she thought about it Jimmy was a hunk. She grew moist just looking at him. She wanted him to take her. She cupped her breasts and shivered with pleasure at her own touch. This is all wrong! she thought. In a corner of her mind what remained of Dave cringed at the alien desires and sensations of her female body. But she was helpless against them, they were so strong. Clearly Jimmy was a conniving bastard but it didn't matter. Dani loved him, faults and all. No, it wasn't love. It was lust. Will sapping, mind ruling lust. He reached down and touched her sex. At his touch any ability to resist melted away to nothing. The diminishing part of her mind whispered 'no' but her body screamed YES drowning it out. She found herself pressing her petite body against his submissively, trying to push his fingers into her body. Her only desire was to please Jimmy and herself. Her new breasts moulded into his chest, the nipples erect with arousal. But whilst the conflict was futile Dave did not give up, struggling the entire time to assert control, even as Jimmy slid one finger then another into her willing pussy. "God that feels so good," she said. And it was true. It was knee shaking. She could hardly believe the words that came out of her mouth next. "Please fuck me," she begged, practically whimpering with her need. Jimmy was in control and Dani was little more than a passenger in her oversexed little body - and loving it. The small part of Dave could only watch what happened next. The beach swirled, replaced by a four posted bed and candles. She was on her back, legs spread wide invitingly and he stood over her looking down. 'Run damn you! Escape out of here!' Dave commanded his body with all his strength. Instead Dani smiled impishly and beckoned Jimmy to her. Jimmy reached down and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards him. She felt his manhood pressing oh so pleasurably against her lips. She wanted to say no but all she could gasp was, "god, yes, take me!" As he slipped fully into her hot yielding flesh. NO No no. Dave cried as each thrust sent mind dizzying thrills of pleasure through her body. yes Yes YES! Dani thought as her pussy clamped and spasmed and the first of many orgasms rocked her tiny body. After Jimmy was done with her he just lay there with a dumb grin on his face. Sensing she could escape Dani stood and ran. In moments Dani was out of the dream, trailing dream tendrils and running to Dr E. She went through and emerged in our world. Very much still Dani the little sexpot. She looked down at Jimmy, still fast asleep, a stupid grin plastered on his face and the crotch of his pants wet. A small part of her thought about throwing him through Dr E and turning it off. But she loved him. He was her master. She'd never hurt him. In fact she needed to think up new ways to pleasure him. Bad Egg by Jackie Blue and Abdul The eggs. They were supposed to take us to the next level of awareness. More human than human. Smarter, stronger, more beautiful. The design was brilliant. The results amazing. The only downside was that a person could use them only once. Which was fine given they stopped the aging process. Me. I'd been assisting with the design. But I saw further by standing on the shoulders of giants. I was just smart enough and knew just enough to make changes to them. Minor but important changes. The eggs for the males would do everything they were meant to. I didn't mess with them. But the ones for the females would do everything and more. I made it so in my new world order the females would be submissive to the males. But somehow I ended up in the wrong egg. And when I awoke I found some big surprises. Breasts... a pussy... the whole female package. Young and beautiful and smart. Perfection really. I still had my mind and my memories, But boy did I love obeying what every guy I met told me to do. Getting laid was never so much fun. Master and Slave Kris was not sure about what his girlfriend was proposing. It seemed a little dangerous. But he was game for it because he trusted her. The idea was that they would use the magical bangles of Ali Badi to live out their fantasies. There were two bangles, a master and a slave. She would use the master bangle and he the slave bangle first. This was unusual for them as he was the dominant one, she the quiet submissive one. It represented a reversal of their normal roles and he had to admit he was curious and excited by the possibilities. He imagined his wife as a fickle and demanding dominatrix, he her willing servant. An arousing fantasy. As he understood it the only risk was if the bands came off - then they would be trapped forever in their new bodies. As he slipped on his slave bangle he wondered what she would have in mind for him. Perhaps she would make him a strong silent lover, like in those fantasy romance novels she so loved. A chiselled Fabio figure ... As he started to shrink and she grew he realised that he may have misjudged her fantasies. When his chest grew large fat nippled breasts, his pelvis and hips widened, long blonde hair spilled about his face and his manhood shrunk, inverted and split into a sensitive and very sensual female configuration she knew she had. And as she grew shorter and her mind clouded with worshipful thoughts of her rugged lover she grinned happily, if not without some lingering reservations. This was not what she expected but it was fun! She giggled vacuously. She may be submissive, tiny and naked - a shadow of her former self. But thanks to the slave bangle she loved her new look. Then she saw him and practically melted. He was an Adonis. She shifted uncomfortably as she looked up at him with long lashed doe-like eyes. "I'm sorry Karen," her lover said as he removed his bangle. She gasped is shock. Removing one of the bangles made the changes permanent! She was this tiny little submissive woman forever. Reality bent and encapsulated the change. They knew but to everyone else they had always been like this. "David..." That was not her wife's name but she could no longer say her wife's name. For she was now her husband. "David what have you done," she asked surprised, her nipples becoming erect. "What I have long wanted to do," he said as he took her up in his arms and kissed her passionately. Her heart beat faster with desire and she nearly swooned. "I have always wanted to be dominant, in charge, powerful and virile. I cursed the fates that made me such a soft and docile woman..." This sounded nothing like her wife. In fact the bangles had made her this way. And as a dominant man she had no desire to return to her former state. "You wanted this?" She breathed, having never known, never suspected. She wanted this too... no it was the bangles. they were affecting her thinking. But she loved David even though the mental and physical changes were now permanent. And as he took her she knew she would live happily ever after. Wonder Woman Sam checked the invoice as he unloaded the crate off the trolley into the room. Baroness Von Gunther the invoice read. He chuckled. Who the hell calls themselves a Baroness nowadays? He wondered. Still the nazi flags were a bit much. The crate he was moving was large and also had swastikas on it. Again weird and distasteful. But he really needed the extra money. Then he heard a muffled noise from within. "Oh screw this," he said as he decided that this was way too suspicious even with how much he was being paid. He pulled out a crowbar and pried open the crate, the timber groaning as the nails bent and slid free. He blinked in amazement when a half naked Wonder Woman tied up with her own lasso tumbled out. "Jeepers!" Sam cried. "Vat are you doink!!" A lovely blonde woman in nazi styled s&m gear asked. Sam jumped in surprise as he realised that this was no crazed fetish freak but an honest to god super-villain. She'd caught Wonder Woman! "Das is verboten!!!" She drew a weird ray gun straight out of a pulp magazine and shot Sam. He cried out in pain then felt a weird out of body experience. He looked over and saw his body. That meant... He looked down. "Jeepers," Sora cried, her voice high and scared. She was in Wonder Woman's half naked body. Where was Wonder Woman's mind...? She looked at her former body. "Oh jeepers!?" "Do you find me attractif?" The baroness asked with her thick German accent. It would have been sexy under other circumstances. Sora frowned. What the hell sort of question was that? The woman had just turned her former body into a crispy treat and now she asks that? Sora wanted to lie. To tell this crazy nazi woman where to go. But she was tied up with Wonder Woman's magic lasso. Those in its coils were compelled to tell the truth... and obey the holder of the lasso. "Yes!" She responded with a blush. Von Gunther smiled. "Goot. Ze last resident of zat body didn't. You vould you like to call me miztress, vouldn't you?" Sora swallowed, was that a command or a question? It felt loke a command she had to obey. Or truthfully, was the idea appealing? It was nuts ... but appealing. "Yes I would," she responded. She hated this damn lasso! "Das ist goot ja," Von Gunther said as she closed on her victim. She reached out a hand. "Vould you like it if I played wif your boobies?" She asked. Sora sat there for a moment stunned as she debated the question. Would she? She looked down at her breasts. Even without the support of Wonder Woman's bronze wonder bra they were lovely. She felt her nipples grow hard. "Yes." She agreed quietly, feeling less of a man for admitting it. The truth hurt sometimes. "Vould you beg?" Von Gunther asked, her thumb and forefinger brushing Sora's left nipple. "Would I beg?" Sora asked and swallowed. "Oh when I get this lasso off I am so going to tie you up and spank you. YES! I would beg," Sora admitted. "Ja. Zen beg. Bitte." Sora rolled her eyes. "Please -" "Mistress!" "Please mistress. Would you play with my breasts and nipples," Sora pled, growing moist. "Und?" "And my pussy? Please?! I beg you mistress!" Sora admitted. Truthfully she wanted it so bad it hurt. She was super randy. "Ja my leetle pet zlut..." The baroness agreed with a dastardly little chuckle as she set about accommodating her captives needs. Zounds! Will our hard pressed heroine be forever forced to be a frolicsome frumpet for her fiendish foe!? Or will she turn the tables and make this mischievous and meddlesome minx moan in maddened mewlings as her ministrations are returned many fold?! Find out next caption... As Baroness von Gunther closed relentlessly upon the bound Sora, Wonder Woman rose unsteadily to his feet and cold cocked the Nazi temptress. She collapsed to the ground with a groan. Sora looked across at her former body in relief. Saved by the super hero. But why was Wonder Woman angry at her? "I can't believe you said that in my body," he said. He stood uncomfortably, clearly excited and trying to disguise the fact. Sora looked at the bulge in his pants. Her former pants. She could understand. "Hey she used your golden Lasso. It's magic. Like I could fight that and not obey her. Besides you seemed to enjoy it!" Why wasn't Wonder Woman untying her? Why did Wonder Woman even have a magic lasso that she tied people with and made them obey her. Did Wonder Woman get off on that??? He chuckled ruefully and looked down at himself, "the weaknesses of male flesh... Now let's get our bodies back." He rolled Baroness Von Gunther over. The gun lay beneath her - broken. "Oh Hecate be damned!" He said. "I need to get this fixed." He took out Sam's mobile phone and dialled. "S.T.A.R. labs? Omega delta pi. Confirm. I'm a friend of Dianna's... Yeah. I have some advanced psionic weaponry. Nazi tech I need either the Seattle or Gotham office to repair. Great. I'll be fedex it soon." He hung up. "You could untie me." Sora suggested. She felt odd tied up, topless and female in front of her former male body. Especially since he hand 't freed her and was getting off on it. And she was enjoying it more than she would like to admit. "I could but then what would you do?" He asked eyes on her breasts. "Um, I'm just a part time delivery guy er girl er woman. Nazi ladies goons might arrive any second. You need my help. Please. I'm a good person. I'm on your side. It's safe to let me go. I can't lie remember!" She said, hoping that he wouldn't take advantage of that. Or maybe not. He grinned and untied her. "Do I have a top anywhere...?" She asked. It was in the crate. "Well then," he said with a grin, passing her the Lasso. "You have some high heels to fill until we get this fixed... Wonder Woman." Test Subject "Please Steven step up onto the platform," Luke Von Hendriks ordered, motioning with his Luger. "You will never get away with it!" Steven said, eying the distance between them. "Don't even think about it ... Hero!" The diabolical Von Hendriks pulled a lever and electricity arced between massive Tesla coils. There was a flash of lightning and then it cleared. Steven looked down and gasped. He was a she... and she felt very uncomfortable. She felt like she was simultaneously standing and bending over... She looked down. Breasts and a womans sex between her legs. And something at her tail bone. She looked behind. Another torso and another set of legs with a tail. She swished her tail and it tickled her sex... her second sex! "What have you done you vile maniac." "We must rebuild the army of the Reich. You shall help us. Blonde haired. Blue eyed ... and able to give birth to twice as many children!" Steven, now Elly, cried out in fear... but also longing. "You fiends!" the newly minted pony girl cried, stamping her foot and tossing her long mane of hair. Leash Short Jack snickered at the sign. "That's hilarious!" Luke smiled smugly, "is it?" He asked as he jabbed the syringe into Jacks arm. "Hey what do... you.. think... you ... " Jack crumpled to the ground. When she awoke Jack was shocked. "What have you done!?" She asked her sultry new voice dripping sex. She blinked and looked down at her big breasts and ultra feminine get up. "What...? Oh god! The bimbo nanos! You used them on me!" She cried out getting wet, her nipples becoming erect. Her arousal spiked. Like a cat in heat she needed sex. She looked down at the collar about her neck. It looked perfect. She shook her head, fighting her sex crazed urges and her acceptance of this new body - this submissive little slave body. But the more she fought the more she wanted sex. She was sex on a leash and no matter how much she fought it, her new body and urges ruled her. M is for? Matt stood side-on, assuming classic hero pose number 3 in his repertoire of poses. Shoulders back, chin high and grin at 100 watts. "This looks like a job for Mega- woah! Man! Oh no. The Equidna must have shot me with his dreaded Marsupial Ray!" Megadude cried, ripping open his shirt and finding his familiar M embossed super suit replaced with, well... nothing. Well not nothing. A very nice pair of breasts - where her chiselled and much admired chest should have been! "Holy bazookas!" She rapidly pulled her shirt shut, face going red. Her faux pas had been in front of the entire super squad. They laughed and guffawed at her expense making things worse. She was so tiny and buxom now. All she wanted to do was crawl away and cry! Hardly the thoughts of a hero - or even a heroine. She felt like a simpering little sidekick - an ineffectual foil to another more capable hero - a cruel effect of the ray not doubt. She was Megadude dammit! Not some curvy gal... sidekick. Damn the Echidna, he was such a prickly villain. Fortunately she kept a spare suit in her locker. She went and grabbed it and squeezed into it. The suit was the size of a doll to begin with. The smart molecules contoured to her perfectly, hugging her ripe curves like a second skin. It rode up into her butt crevice giving her a wedge and she had to pull it out. She tried to do the same with her obvious camel toe but found her nether regions too sensitive... too deliciously delicate and arousing. Fortunately the body hugging suit supported her generous breasts, making them buoyantly defy gravity - jiggling and bouncing as she adjusted her suit. Her trademark M was curiously contorted by her canyonous cleavage. Her nipples were overly pronounced, the tips strangely excited by the meta fabric that suctioned onto them like hungry little mouths. She felt naked and she may as well have been... But she liked what she saw. Much more than she should have. Her heels were pushed high as the soles of the suit contorted to her oddly arched feet. Clearly she needed six inch heels. The fabric was smart. She shook her fist as she declared in husky rage tinged with slightly bimbonic lust. "Damn you Equidna..." She couldn't call herself Megadude now, not until she got back to normal. This was so embarrassing! But she needed a name. "Marsupial Girl will get you for this!" She also decided that her new secret identity would be Maemi - until she got her proper body back. Her strength had been halved and instead of flight she hopped. She had a pouch on her tummy... So she didn't need a utility belt now... Or a purse in her secret identity. Unfortunately when she found the Equidna she discovered that the purpose of the ray was to make a perfect mate for him... And by then the ray had affected Maemi too much. She was happy to have him... Pricks and all. Tube Girl "What the hell is this mist?" Nonus Fistandantalus asked. He was utterly confused. Nonus had been driving his car when the lights descended upon him from above. His car had been pulled from the road and tumbled end over end through the sky. He'd been sick. The earth was tiny below him when the light became blinding and he passed out. Now here he was in this weird glass tube. Breathing in a thick cloying smoky mist. It burnt his lungs, made his muscles spasm, made his eyes water. He doubled over and fell to the plastcrete floor. His skin was stretching tight. It hurt. Then he was flopping like a fish, struggling to breath. He had no skeleton!!!! What the hell was happening? He could feel his whole body changing, warping, shrinking. But he could not see! Then stuff grew on his chest. Weird weighty bulbous alien things. He felt his manhood twist and shrivel and erupt into ridged folds of flesh. They were turning him into one if them! A weird, freakish alien sluglike monstrosity... Soon puckered tentacles or an exoskeleton! Then he felt strength return to his limbs. He stood slowly in the blinding mist, bracing his hands against the glass walls of his enlarged tube prison. No he had shrunk. He struggled to see... he could sense that he remained humanoid, but not the fine detail was different. Smaller. Lither. More delicate. His head had a full had of long dark hair... and the weights on his chest... he reached up and touched them and received an instantaneous jolt of pleasure that was echoed in his groin... he reached down. A delicate female slit. Overly sensitive and getting moist with all this exploratory touching. He was now a she. "Pronoun issues..." Nonette mumbled, "are the least of my problems." Her voice was husky and sexy and high. Dripping sex. Just like between her legs. What had these aliens done to her? She felt... odd. Not as confident. Not as assertive. Compliant. She was the first of their willing conquests. The alien invaders had her in their clutches now. So what was next? Probing or more experiments... V for Virgin "Comics are art!" Luke asserted passionately. "Pish posh!" Dave said. "You're trying to tell me that your toilet has been wallpapered with art?! That's not art... it's toilet paper or I'm a pin up model! I mean have you looked at your so called art? The woman are comic book caricatures. Frank Miller is a misogynist pig... Frank Cho, Marc Shultz, Dave Stevens ... all crass cheesecake peddlers. Even Frank Frazetta, Bernie Wrightson, Jeff Jones... hardly artists. Pish Posh!" "Here, take this. Alan Moore knows the score! V for Vendetta. Social criticism. Ground breaking genre redefining stuff that has influenced art for the last twenty plus year