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The large crate arrived shortly after Claire and I returned from our honeymoon. My ex-wife Audra had the good sense not to attend our wedding, and frankly I was surprised that she'd have even sent a gift. We hadn't parted on the best of terms, and there was enough blame to go around for the both of us. "Jeez, this is an awfully big present," Claire said. "Sure she's over you?" "I'm sure. I'm half-expecting an empty crate full of packing peanuts." I pried one end of the crate open, and there was a life-sized figure inside in a fetal position. There was also a large rectangular metallic device marked 'charger'. A note was tacked to the charger. In Audra's handwriting it said, "I know how much you hate housework, Steve, so here's something to help. Love, Audra." "Are you serious?" said Claire. "Well, I knew that after she left me, she'd been seeing Seth Rogers, that guy who owned the robotics company. But what they did was prosthetics for the military and robots for auto assembly plants. Nothing like this." There was a thick booklet with instructions. I could never resist playing with a new toy, and I found the power switch on the robot's lower back. It rose to its feet very fluidly and said in a metallic voice, "I am a CRS-109 Cyber-Robotic Servant. Please allow me to install my charging port." It was an androgynous robot in a khaki one-piece jumpsuit. Its white head was devoid of hair and its face devoid of emotion. It picked up the charging unit, which must have weighed 100 kilos, as if it were a toy and brought it into walk-in closet in our spare bedroom. It used tools that seemed to fly by so quickly I could barely make them out. And when the unit was switched on, the lights in the house dimmed for a second. "Must be taking a helluva lot of power," Claire said under her breath. "I am to inform you that Cyber-Robotic Systems will reimburse you for any additional electrical usage as I am a test device," it said. "In addition, if you are not satisfied with this unit, I will power down and Cyber-Robotics will retrieve it." "Well alrighty, then," she responded. The unit backed into the charger, and a light on the side went from red to blue. From the manual, I could tell that that meant it was charging. Green meant that the unit was fully charged. The first charge would take about an hour. The CRS-109 was motionless, but its black eyes remained open. I reached the "Customization' part of the manual. You could alter the robot's appearance to make it more lifelike with the tablet provided. "It's a bit creepy looking right now," Claire said. "We need to change it." Neither one of us wanted it to look like something to be sexually attractive to the other, so it became kind of a sexless mish-mosh. Hair that was longish for a guy but short for a woman. No breasts, but a somewhat feminine looking face. The hands and legs of a man. It was a compromise figure, but it at least looked human. We locked in the changes and the robot shimmered for a second and changed to the image we'd built up on the tablet. "Wow," I said. "So were you really that bad at housework, Steve?" she said. "Now, don't go taking her side," I chided playfully. "Well, we've got an hour to kill....," she said, glancing at the bedroom. I took the hint. She wasn't normally this forward, but hell, we were newlyweds. We tore each other's clothes off and made love with abandon. She had mounted me; her one little kink is that she loved being on top, and I loved watching her dainty little boobs bouncing up and down as I felt myself getting ready to cum. She was playing with her clit as she ground against me, and when she leaned forward to let me lick one of her hard nipples, she lost it with a long, loud sigh. I followed right behind her by showering her with my hot load. I closed my eyes and she collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a while, with nothing but the sound of our own breathing. "Do you have any instructions?" The voice made both of us jump. The robot was standing in the doorway, its face emotionless. "How long were you there?" I demanded. "Five minutes and fifty-nine seconds up until the time you began to ask the question," it said. "Were you watching us?" Claire asked. "I was waiting for you to finish your sexual activity. When I sensed that your heart and respiration rates had returned to normal, I asked for instructions." "I wonder if it picked up any tips," Claire muttered under her breath. "I already have a broad range of knowledge in this area. The CRS-109 must be able to respond to a wide spectrum of human requests." "Don't go getting any ideas, Steve." She punched me playfully. "Um," she turned to the robot, "can we have some privacy, please?" She tried wrapping a sheet around her as best she could. It left and she said, "Two things. We need to tell it not to barge in on us like that, and two, we need to give it a name." "It's a CRS, so let's call it 'Chris'. And next time we're doing the deed, we need to shut the door." "'Chris' it is," she said. "Hey, I'm going to take a shower, then go meet the girls; they're dying for details of our honeymoon. Have a little talk with our friend out there. Don't do anything weird or creepy while I'm gone. I'll probably be home around dinner time." After she left, I went out to the kitchen, where the robot was sweeping a floor that didn't need sweeping. "Please sit down," I said. It complied. The chair moved in a blur and it sat down. "We'd like to refer to you as 'Chris'. It just makes it easier for us to give you a name." Chris was impassive. "Understood." "We'd also prefer to have a bit of privacy when we're, uh, engaging in sexual relations." "Understood. I did, however, note a few errors made by Claire that prevented you from completely enjoying the coital process." Well, that was a bit rude. But dammit, I had to ask. "What kind of errors?" Chris launched into a long, dry recitation of angles and biological terms that made my eyes glaze over. "If you wish, I could simply demonstrate the correct actions." My eyebrows raised at that. "What?" "I have already stored all biometric data necessary to simulate Claire or yourself precisely. I have also stored the record of your previous coitus. I can make the necessary adjustments." I suddenly had a boner the size of a city block. I knew Claire didn't want me to do anything creepy, but she wouldn't be back for hours..... I picked up the tablet and under the menu for downloads, there were Claire and I at the bottom of a long list. I wondered what some of these other ones were, but I'd check that out later. I pressed 'enter' and after a second of shimmering, there was an exact replica of Claire in front of me, stark naked. "I am ready to demonstrate if you wish." It was Claire's voice. Okay, now I was officially in creepy territory. "Can I change your voice?" I asked. "You may change any physical attribute," she said. I immediately changed it to something more sultry, and was glad for the change. I looked at the other menu items. Damn, what would I do if I were to change my wife's appearance? She'd always wanted to be taller, so I gave her an extra four inches. I gave her big blue eyes, because I'd always liked blue eyes. I slimmed and toned her legs, and made her ass just a little firmer. That was for her, and for me, I dialed up her boob size. I didn't want her to look like a freak, but I couldn't control myself. They were huge, but she carried them perfectly. I added big fat nipples to suck. What stood before me was my wife turned into a wet dream. "If you wish to retain this configuration, please hit 'save'," said Chris/Claire's sultry voice. I did, and we went to the bedroom. The first thing she did was put me on my back and spread my legs. My heart raced in anticipation; one thing Claire avoided was oral sex. The minute that mouth went down on me, I gasped. It felt so good, and that sultry voice said, "Do you like it when I suck your cock?" All I could do in reply was moan. As her mouth went up and down the length of my shaft, her fingers tickled my balls. She slowly pushed my legs back, and her finger moved down further until it was at the entrance to my anus. I'd certainly never had anything like this before, but she had me in such a state that I was ready for anything. Feeling it snake past my little pucker was amazing. While she was swallowing my cock whole, her finger touched a spot inside me that made me see stars. It was then that something not unlike an electrical shock moved down my cock and settling into my balls, merging with a similar shock in my butt. I wanted to get up, but I was unable to. The incredible sensation lasted for about ten seconds, and after it, my balls felt bigger and fuller. There was a tingle in my ass that lingered, too. She kissed her way up to my chest and sucked on each nipple. It was amazing how lifelike those lips felt, but it was nothing compared to the feel of her hot cunt sliding down onto my cock. Her vagina was looser and wetter than Claire's, but it also tightened around my shaft, then released, like a steamy massage. It felt like she was sucking me inside her, and I howled. My balls seemed ready to explode as she ground her hips against mine, my cock an ecstatic prisoner in her grasping cunt. She leaned toward me, those marvelous fleshy globes drawing nearer as I felt myself erupting in a cum twice as massive as any I'd ever experienced. I let out a small scream. Her pussy gobbled my sperm like a hungry animal as she put a hand on each side of my head and turned it with a sudden, sharp jerk. Everything went black. "Hey babe!" It was Claire at the foot of my bed, smiling. "Man, I must have taken it out of you this morning. I've been home for an hour and you're just waking up." "Mrmm," I said. I could feel the soreness in my neck. Suddenly it all came back to me. Oh shit, if Claire saw her enhanced self, she'd kill me. I got up slowly and painfully. I was wearing a bathrobe that I had no memory of ever putting on. "You okay, honey?" she said. Chris appeared in the doorway, back to a bland androgynous self. My panic level dropped instantly. Whew. "Mmm, just a stiff neck. Must have slept funny, I guess." "Here are two Advils for the pain," said Chris in that tinny voice. I took them and the glass of water provided. "Hey, Andrea and Brian want to take us out to dinner tonight. You need to get yourself organized, sleepyhead." I sat on the edge of the bed, licking my lips. I felt off somehow, out of balance. The water stung me, and I realized that all my chest hair had been shaved off. Not only that, all my leg hair, too. Even my pubic hair was gone. I knew it had to be Chris. It was masterfully done, not a nick or a cut in sight, like it was a professional wax job. But still, this was weird. It'd be hard to explain to Claire, that's for sure. The moment of truth wasn't long in coming. The minute I came out of the shower, Claire was standing there, eyes wide. "Did you...um...?" "I shaved it all off to be nice and smooth for you. I hope you like it." I'd just blurted it out; I didn't even know where that came from. She smiled. "Well it is a little kinky. We'll have to see later," she said with a seductive look. Dinner with Andrea and Brian was predictably boring. Brian and I talked sports, but all the while I felt a little uncomfortable. My pants seemed a little tight for some reason, and my balls ached. They felt so full I was on the verge of running to the men's room to masturbate. It was a relief when the check came. As we were getting ready to leave, I stopped for a second. Across the restaurant was Audra. She was with a man who must have been Seth, her new boyfriend. His back was to me, but I could see Audra staring at me. Our eyes locked for the briefest of moments, and a smile crossed her lips. I had to admit she looked pretty good from a distance. She looked like she'd had some work done, but I wasn't about to go over and find out. Claire never noticed, and it was just as well. Chris was sitting motionless in the living room when we got home. "Is there anything you require?" "Yes, but I'll get it from my husband, thank you very much." Claire had gotten a little tipsy at the restaurant, which was fine by me. She turned to me. "Now you wait out here while I slip into something more comfortable." She closed the bedroom door. "All right," I said, but I was ready to jump her bones right then and there. It was then that I felt the tingling inside my head. Chris was looking at me but he wasn't saying anything. My body started to move, but I wasn't controlling it. I walked to the spare bedroom and removed my clothes without even thinking. Then I opened the closet door and moved to the charger on the wall, pulling down the power attachment. It was long and cylindrical. It was only now that I thought that it looked a little like a phallus. Chris was still staring at me. I was in a trance but not in a trance- I was aware of what I was doing but had no control over it. The power unit glowed red as I backed toward it. I felt the cylinder slide into my butt as the charger surrounded me. The light turned from red to blue and my entire body seemed to shiver. I felt my cock twitch as I spurted sperm wildly into the darkness. It seemed to go on forever. And then my vision cleared. I saw myself locked into the charger, eyes closed, a pool of jizz at my feet, some still running down my leg. But how was I seeing this? I turned and in the mirror was......me. I knew that it was Chris, and that he had morphed into me. I was seeing through his eyes, even as I felt the surge of power and information and instructions flowing into my body. I needed to fight this, but I didn't begin to know how. I was merely a spectator in this body. I couldn't do any more to direct it than an airline passenger could do to fly a plane. "Hey baby, I'm reaaaaady!" came Claire's voice from the bedroom. Chris opened the door and went in. She was dressed in that flimsy lingerie from our wedding night. Her eyes widened. "Wow, you look ready to go!" Her hands slid up and down the shaft but I felt nothing. I was dimly aware of pressure coefficients and friction levels, but nothing more. I could see her smiling face in front of me as she mounted Chris. I wanted to yell and scream, but I heard my voice say, "Oh honey, you're so beautiful!" She gripped that shaft and fed it into her pussy. Moisture and temperature were being calculated. "Fuck, Steve, I've never felt you so hard," she gushed. "Or so big." "I need you so bad," my voice said. Something happened at that point. Claire's body shuddered and her eyes went out of focus. "Unggh" she said. Then I saw two hands on either side of her head and..... We woke up, sun pouring through our bedroom window. I was on the bed next to Claire. I sat bolt upright. I was...me again. She was still in her lingerie. Had I imagined it all? "Claire, are you okay?" I whispered. She stirred. "Oh man, have I got a headache." She moved her neck back and forth. "Ugh." What had happened to me, and to her, last night? I wanted to tell her, but....I couldn't. I couldn't form the words. And the memory of it was fading, like a bad dream that dissipates in the light of day. "What are you staring at?" she said. "It's not the first time I've been hung over." Again I tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come. "Nothing," I said. "God, I just feel weird." She fumbled with her wrinkled lingerie. "Ugh, my ti...my breasts feel swollen." She'd almost said 'tits', a word she hated. "Don't ever call them tits," she said to me early in our relationship. "I like them swollen," I said without even thinking. "You would," she said as she got up from the bed. She almost immediately staggered a bit and sat back down. "Ooh, I'm a little dizzy." I was a little dizzy myself, but it quickly passed. There was a tingling deep inside me that persisted, though. Something about last night.....I tried and failed to pin it down. I went over to the other side of the bed and helped Claire up. When she stood, we were nearly nose-to-nose. "Chuck, did I get taller or did you get shorter?" she asked. "I feel taller". She went into the bathroom to look in the mirror. "I AM taller. At least a couple of inches! How is that possible?" I thought about the fantasy Claire I'd created yesterday. She was pretty close to that fantasy coming to life. I wondered about those humongous tits. I couldn't tell her, she'd divorce me on the spot. "I mean, I've always wanted to be taller, but this is kind of weird. And my breasts... they're bigger than I've ever felt them." She held them in her hands. "And they're so goddamn sensitive. Ohh." Her body shivered a bit. "I've got to stop doing that." Watching her, I felt my cock grow incredibly hard. She noticed as well. "You were so good last night. It was the best....fuck I ever had." She shook her head for a minute. "All these words that keep tripping me up, trying to get out. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt! Cunt! Tits! Tits! Pussy! Pussy! Boobs! Boobs! Slut! Slut! Cum! Cum! Cock! Cock! Fuck! Cunt! Tits! Pussy! Ass! Motherfucker! Titties! Cock! I stared at her, shocked. "What the hell was that?" "That was every word that's been fighting to get out. There are probably a few more. But I feel better now." "You've never used those words." "I also used to have smaller boobs and was a few inches shorter. And I didn't have such a horny itch in my cunt. An itch that could be scratched by that big cock of yours." "Congratulations on your new vocabulary." "I'm serious. I'm fucking you right now." She threw her leg over the top of me and thrust herself down on my cock in a manner she'd never done before. She was so wet that I slid in easily, like a hot knife through butter. She leaned back a little more than usual, trying to position herself somehow. My dickhead seemed to be touching something inside her, and when I did, she yelled, "There! There! Ungggh!" I couldn't quite tell what it was, but I could see that every time I hit it, her eyes rolled back in her head and her body shuddered. My balls seemed to tingle more when I did it, too, almost like a low-level electric current passing between us. When I pressed against it hard, her body shook and a little drool escaped the side of her mouth. I thought about shifting positions, but she wouldn't let me. "Just a little more," she begged. I touched her 'spot' again and this time it threw her into a full-on orgasm, her body going rigid, then totally relaxing. "Oh, holy fuck!" she sighed as she collapsed on top of me. I was still as hard as a rock and hadn't gotten off, though. Claire had her orgasm but I was still unfulfilled. She was mewling her satisfaction on top of me, but I was feeling my own itch building. I tried to ignore it, but it was getting stronger and stronger. And it wasn't my cock that was causing it. It was coming from deep inside me. The flashes of me last night were coming back now. The itch grew stronger still and I knew now how to satisfy it. I walked out of the bedroom and into the spare room. Chris may have been watching me, I didn't know. I wasn't thinking, merely acting on a compulsion. The door to the closet was open, and the charging port glowed red. I knew what I had to do. It slipped easily inside me, and when it touched.....there.....my whole body shuddered. I was looking through Chris's eyes now. I saw Claire get up from the bed. I followed her as she walked into the closet and knelt in front of me. My eyes were closed but my mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. And when she closed her lips around my cock it was as if an electrical circuit had been closed and impulses flowed through us. I knew that a massive explosion of sperm was forcing its way down her throat, and she did not resist. We were there in some kind of suspended animation, where time had no meaning. Through Chris's eyes, I saw the door being closed. I didn't care..... The closet was bathed in green light. How long had it been like this? I was trying to shake the cobwebs out of my brain, realizing that I was still impaled on that large....thing. In the dim green light I saw Claire kneeling in front of me, her eyes closed, her face slack. As I started to move, I felt the object inside me gently retract. In a second I was free. I opened the door and light streamed into the closet. I shook Claire's shoulder and she seemed to snap out of whatever trance she'd been in. More properly, whatever trance we'd both been in. Looking at the clock, we'd lost almost three hours. My head ached, but surprisingly my body felt strangely energized. Claire rose unsteadily to her feet. "W-what happened?" she said. I was still trying to piece things together. My brain had been subjected to sensory overload. There was too much to process all at once, and I could tell Claire was in the same boat. "My head," she moaned. I knew there was something that one could take for a headache, but I couldn't remember the name of it for a good long time. I had to crawl past the thicket in my brain to retrieve even the simplest information. It was crowded out by sensations, visions.... Compulsions. Commands. Programming. I felt them inside me, even though I didn't know what they were. I realized that I couldn't ask Claire about them, at least not directly. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I feel....weird. Like my head is full of cotton candy." Her eyes were still a little unfocused. And there were blonde streaks in her brown hair that hadn't been there before. Her face as a whole had changed She seemed to snap out of it, and her eyes widened. "Steve, you should look in the mirror." I did, and I was startled. Like Claire, I had blonde streaks in my hair. And my face had changed subtly. It was narrower, and more feminine. My lips seemed fuller. From the neck up, with a little makeup, I could pass as a girl. My butt seemed curvier, and I'd lost a lot of the muscle definition on my arms and chest. My skin was perfectly smooth. Claire stood next to me and I realized we were both the same height now. She was taller, but I'd definitely lost an inch or two. Reaching between my legs, I still had my package, but my cock was small and limp. Standing next to Claire, we almost looked like sisters. "What the fuck?" she said. "What's going on? I have all these weird thoughts running through my head, my tits feel like they're going to explode, and my pussy is dripping wet. I feel like my libido's been turned up to 11. And, Steve, you....look like a teenage girl." She blushed. "Sorry, I just can't control myself right now." Chris was nowhere to be seen, but I knew the robot had a hand in this somehow. As I sorted through the images in my mind, I realized where we had to go. "Audra's?" Claire bit her lip and crossed her legs to keep from playing with herself, but I could smell her damp pussy nonetheless. "Yes, I could see through Chris' eyes. Chris is the instrument, but Audra's behind this. I'm certain of it." Claire was too addled to ask me how I knew that. I could feel my own itch beginning again; it was hard to focus when all I could think of was getting something hard in my ass. I was sure Claire was having the same problem. What I wouldn't have given for a long butt plug at that moment. To distract myself, I tried getting dressed. It seemed like I'd been naked forever. But none of my clothes were fitting. Had I changed that dramatically? Claire was having the same problem; wearing her bra was out of the question, and her big new boobs stretched out the only top she could get to fit. Only her skimpy thong fit over her shapely ass. She was rapidly becoming the version of Claire I had programmed into the CRS-109. She gave me a thong too, and the sensation of it in my crack got my itch going again. Fortunately, I had no trouble stuffing my limp member and shrunken balls into the front of it, pressing them against my body. While her titties were too large to put in a bra, mine were too small to use even her old ones, so we were each braless for entirely different reasons. I put on one of her shirts and realized that it fit me almost perfectly, while her midriff kept showing as the shirt was straining to accommodate her big boobs. Two pairs of her spandex short-shorts were hugging our butts, and a pair of her sandals fit my feet perfectly, as I'd apparently gone from a mens' size 9 to a woman's size 6. A look in the mirror made me realize that I was unrecognizable. My old broken nose had been replaced by something upturned and perky. Those full lips were begging for lipstick, but I struggled to preserve my dwindling masculinity, even if it was only in my head. "You look cute," Claire said, "and kind of sexy." At the sound of that word, I felt a little tingle run through my body, centered where my itch had been growing. My nipples got rock-hard as well. My joy was short-lived as we heard a key rattling in the door. It opened and there was Corey, a college kid from down the street. He had a look of surprise on his face. "W-who are you?" he stammered. We are so busted, I thought. But Claire suddenly thought faster than I did. "I'm....Clarissa, Claire's sister. And this is my friend...Ruby. We're house-sitting for Claire and Steve while they're away." Corey seemed confused. "That's weird, They gave me 50 bucks to water their plants and watch things while they were away. They didn't mention anything about you two." It dawned on me that Corey hadn't recognized us at all. I also couldn't help but notice the bulge building in his pants at the sight of us. But I couldn't remember ever hiring him to water the plants..... "Well, don't let us stop you," Claire said chirpily. "And when you're done, Ruby would love to suck your cock." I was dumbfounded. Claire just giggled. Corey was wide-eyed, and I could see his cock at full attention behind those basketball shorts. "Are you serious?' he said. "Well, if she won't, I will," Claire purred, putting her hand on his crotch. "I, uh, can't," Corey protested. "I have something else....and you're not supposed to be here." He was bravely trying to resist, but Claire yanked those shorts down and that big erection sprung free. Seeing it set off tremors inside me, emanating from my happy place. I was drooling like one of Pavlov's dogs. Claire fell to her knees and swallowed the head of his cock before he could even react. "Holy shit, you girls are crazy!" he said. What he said next was a mixture of mumbled words and moaning as she bobbed her head up and down on that slab of young meat. I should have been angry or embarrassed, I thought. But those feelings seemed to be suppressed in me, replaced by an overwhelming hunger. I had to have it. Claire sensed this, took Corey's hardon out of her mouth and held it out to me. I crawled over and put my lips on it. The tingling urges inside of me were overpowering now as I lowered my head, taking every last inch of him until I nearly choked on it. I fondled his sweaty balls as I fell into a rhythm, performing fellatio as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I felt his balls tighten and his moaning get louder as he pushed my head down on him. His shaft exploded in my mouth and I was treated to a load of his steamy jizz. The taste of it set off fireworks in my brain. I was being rewarded for a job well done, but at that moment I also knew that I was addicted. I licked every last bit of it from his dick, wishing there was more. I wished that he was a fire hose of cum and that I could drown in it. Corey staggered over to the couch, drained, his basketball shorts still around one ankle, his cock gone flaccid. I lay back myself, my mind still reeling. Claire stood there over him, a smile on her face. "Ruby got hers, but I'm still waiting for mine." Corey groaned, but Claire was having none of it. She flipped her t- shirt over her head, revealing her big bouncy tits. His eyes went wide at the sight of them. She was straddling him now and leaned forward. "I need you to suck them. I need it really bad." She held out one of her boobs, and Corey went to work on it. I could see his cock beginning to stir again. Without even thinking I went to pull Claire's shorts off, exposing her wet pussy. I sniffed her discarded clothes deeply, breathing in her scent. I grabbed Corey's still-limp cock and rubbed it up and down those dripping labia, prompting gasps from them both. Feeling him grow harder and harder in my grip was mind-blowing, and when I felt he was ready I guided Claire down on his reanimated power tool. She sat there for a long time, luxuriating in the feel of his cock in her. I wanted to be part of the action too, and the smell of sex was driving me crazy again. Her perfect butt was wide open as she was still getting her titties sucked by Corey, so I stuck my tongue out to touch her asshole. The feeling was electric and I felt the tingle inside me driving me further and further. She moaned and said, "Ooh, keep doing that, baby, it feels incredible!" I pried her cheeks apart and went at it with gusto. She writhed back and forth in pleasure, making it hard to keep my tongue in place. Her pussy was gushing juices now, and when she started to ride up and down on him slowly, I shifted down to lick her sweet nectar off of his balls. Every time she would stop, I would move back to her tangy little rosebud for another taste. This went on for quite a while; Corey had a lot more staying power now that he'd shot his first load already. Claire was on the move now, pulling him down onto the floor with her legs spread wide. He followed eagerly, burying his bone in her sloppy cunt. I watched his tight young ass rising and falling and a trigger went off inside my head. My body was doing things that my brain was not in control of. I was moving around and doing something, but my mind wasn't able to see or comprehend. It was an unnerving experience to not be in control of one's own body, but it only lasted for maybe half a minute. My vision cleared, and I was once again standing, looking at Corey as he fucked Claire on the rug. Claire was my wife. I should be annoyed at this, yet the emotion did not come. I watched them passively as if watching strangers in a movie. And then something jolted me from within. A warmth built within me and radiated through my body, like I was stepping out into bright sunshine. And a tingle began in my crotch. I looked down at my penis. I'd almost forgotten I had one. In my hand was a bottle of lubricant. Had I picked that up when I was in my trance? The tingle grew stronger and I could feel the penis growing. It was a part of me, but it almost felt like a separate organism. It was very long now, and I knew that I must spread the lubricant on its surface. It must be slick and slippery. Once lubricated, I moved behind the couple on the floor. His ass rose with each stroke, and exposed his anus. I inserted a lubricated finger and he grunted. More lubricant and he grunted louder. I shook my head and refocused my eyes. Holy shit, I had two fingers in Corey's ass! I was finger-fucking him while he was fucking Claire. As I felt the tingle of the cock, hard and ready between my legs, I knew what I had to do. He was enjoying the double fucking he was receiving, but his mood changed when he felt a different type of intruder at his back door. "Hey, what the....." His words were cut off, and I knew that Claire had clamped down on his cock inside her. This is how it should be, my mind was telling me. I mounted him and my cock began to press inside his anal passage. He squirmed a bit, but Claire kicked his legs wider apart and allowed me to penetrate him deeply. "Ohhhh god, oh god," he mumbled. I was bent over him now, humping my cock into his defenseless asshole. The tight passage was burning hot, and my lubricated member seemed to stretch and become even longer with each stroke. I was running on pure compulsion now, knowing only that I needed to give him my load, to tag him, to give him....what? My mind was spinning. What was I doing? I was mindlessly humping him in the ass, and I could feel his initial resistance fading away as it became easier and easier to penetrate him. When I'd reached what could only be the deepest point I could go, I stopped, feeling my body shiver all over. The tingles in my cock were electric again, and I could feel that electricity leaking out of the tip and causing Corey to shudder as well. I was doing something to him but I couldn't understand what, just that my cock seemed like more than just a mere appendage. I had deposited something inside him, and when I did, my own body erupted in a full-on orgasmic experience. Claire had done something similar at the other end, and she let out a cry of joy when she did. Corey, for his part, moaned and I felt his ass clenching around me as he buried his load inside Claire. Then he relaxed to the point that he sagged and went fully limp. My cock slipped out of him, and he rolled off Claire onto his back, mumbling softy with eyes heavy-lidded. As my orgasm faded, my brain started to clear. How long had I been in a fog? It seemed like forever. Claire, too, seemed to be coming out of it. I ran to the full -length mirror in our bedroom. There was no mistaking it; I had the body of a teenage girl, with cute little tits that looked a little bigger than they were not very long ago. The only jarring aspect was the limp little cock between my legs. It was amazing how small it was now compared to how huge it had grown inside Corey's ss. I felt it in my hand and again got the feeling that it was a part of me but somehow separate. Claire came up behind me. She was a little taller than me now, and our hair was identically brown with blonde streaks. Our faces had grown similar; I looked like her younger sister now, with her perfect big titties putting my little ones to shame. We stared at our reflections for a long time. "What the fuck is going on?" I said. "Look at me." "Look at ME," Claire said. "These big tits are so sensitive that I practically orgasm with every step I take. I'm finding it hard to concentrate, I'm so turned on." I wanted desperately to take one of those fat nipples and suckle on it, but I knew it would render her helpless. And we both needed to focus right now. "We still need to find Audra," I said. "She's behind this. And we need to figure out what to do with Loverboy out there." As if on cue, Corey's phone buzzed. He was still semi-comatose and made no move to answer it. The phone was vibrating on the floor, so I picked it up. It was a text. 'B there in 5 min. Got my sexy things on 4 U bae' "Looks like we're going to have company," I said, showing her the phone. "We've got to get rid of him or hide him," said Claire. A thought flashed across my mind. I couldn't tell if it was an original thought or something that forced its way into my brain, but..... "I know what to do." Claire and I carried the limp body of Corey into our bedroom, then into our closet. There, blinking in the darkness, were two charging ports. "When did we get a second one?" Claire asked. I had no idea. But we propped up Corey, and his heavily lubricated ass took the connector easily. When it was fully inserted, his eyes suddenly went wide and he fired a load of sperm at us. Then he went limp again as the machine surrounded and supported him. In the eerie light his face had a dreamy look. We shut the closet, cleaned up his clothes and got our own skimpy outfits on just in time for the knock on the door. I should have put things together, but I wasn't thinking clearly enough. I opened the door and there, in her Daisy Dukes shorts and skimpy little top that let half of her boobs show, was my sister Megan. Oh fuck. "Who the hell are you?" she said. One the one hand, she didn't recognize me. On the other.... "Corey, if you're cradle-robbing some piece of jailbait, I'll kill you." She forced the door open. Claire was standing there in her tight outfit, her nipples poking through the semi-sheer fabric. "Okay, you two better explain real quick what you're doing in my brother's house or I'm calling the cops. And if you're here fucking Corey, YOU'd better call the cops because I'm going to cut his dick off." I was flustered but Claire was completely calm. "Who's Corey?" she said. Megan ignored that. "Why are you two here?" "We're house-sitting for Steve and Claire. We answered an ad on Craigslist." That threw Megan off her stride. "I thought Corey was watching the house. They never said anything about you two." "Do we look like burglars?" Claire said. Megan laughed despite herself. "Well that's true. Can't hide much in those outfits." Then she turned serious. "If I find that Corey was fucking you two...." Claire seemed to shiver a bit and then her face broke into a big smile. "Well, sweetie, I'd much rather lick your pussy than fuck some guy anyway." That definitely threw Megan for a loop. "I'm uh, not.....," her voice trailed away but I noticed her high beams were on. She sniffed the air for a second. It was thick with the smell of my slutty wife's sex. Claire took advantage of her hesitation, grabbing her hand gently and pulling it inside her shorts. "See how wet you make me?" she said as she held it against her gash for a few seconds. Megan pulled back and stared in shock at her damp fingers. Claire raised the bar a bit when she sucked her juice off them. "You're fucking crazy," Megan said. "I've heard that before," Claire replied. "But I can see from those rock-hard nipples that you're turned on. I bet your pussy is wet even as we speak." Her voice sounded different- sultry and husky, almost as if another person was in her body, a sexy slutty person. I moved between Megan and the door. I didn't see my sister any more, I saw a fine young piece of ass. Claire droned on. "I'd love to suck on those nice nipples of yours, baby," she said, touching one as Megan gasped. I slid behind her and put my hands on her firm butt, pushing her gently toward Claire. She bent down and kissed one of her little points, and Megan let out a little moan. I could smell her sexy scent; her undies must be drenched. "I...I came here to meet Corey, though." I thought she was going to use that as a means of escape, but then she whispered, "What if he catches us?" "We'll just go into the bedroom," Claire said. "Holy shit, I'd be fucking on my brother's bed. That's kind of kinky." She had no idea just how kinky it was. She was breathing heavily now as she stood by the bed. Claire removed her own top and her perfect boobs bounced free. "Shit, you have amazing tits, girl," Megan said. "Suck on them," Claire demanded. Megan hesitated again, but then lowered her lips to suck on a nipple. My little sister was sucking on my wife's big titties, I thought to myself. "Mmmm," Claire moaned, "You're really good at this, baby. You ever fucked a woman before?" Claire was purring like a pornstar. The demure woman I knew was gone. "Well, I've fooled around with some girls at college," she said panting, "but nobody as sexy as you." "Let's get you out of those clothes," Claire said, nodding at me. I moved behind Megan and pulled her tank top over her head, then I knelt down and worked those cutoff jean shorts down her legs. Her red thong and bra were all that was left now. I couldn't resist as I took a little nibble at that tight little ass of hers. She shivered a bit, which made it even better. Her thong was soaking, just as Claire predicted it would be. Megan undid her bra and let her perky little tits out as I worked my fingers around the band of her little thong and pulled it down. When the tiny thing was off, I couldn't help myself- I sniffed it deeply, savoring the smell of her excitement. Something inside me was kicking into gear, something I couldn't control.... Claire had moved down to Megan's trimmed little red bush. "Mmm, we'll have to shave that, baby. I like my little sluts nice and smooth." Megan moaned as Claire's tongue touched her moist slit, and her legs quivered. Claire lapped at her snatch like a hungry animal, and Megan held her head in place, yelling, "There! There! There! Ohhhhhhhhfuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" Her voice went squeaky as she humped hard against Claire's face, savoring her orgasm. When Claire broke free of her grip, she said, "Now it's my turn, honey." She patted the bed. "Let's see how good a cunt-licker you are." Megan climbed up eagerly and as Claire lay down, my little sister dove between her legs like an unbridled stallion. Claire caught her and directed her to suck on her big titties first. Megan's butt was in the air and I approached her from behind. Acting on instinct now, I pressed my face between the perfect mounds of her ass, first flicking at her pussy before tracing circles around her exposed anus with my tongue. I could hear her react as she moaned her pleasure into Claire's soft breasts. "Do you like it when Ruby licks your cute little asshole, baby?" Claire asked her quietly. "Mmmm-hmmmm," came the muffled reply. In my excitement, I'd practically forgotten about my cock, but now it thundered to life, swelling inside my spandex shorts, bursting out of the tight little thong, tingling with excitement. I caressed Megan's cheeks as I ran my tongue in circles around her little puckered hole. Claire had her hands on Megan's head now. "That's it! That's it! Ohhh, suck on my clit, you little slut!" Megan was grinding her ass against my tongue now. I yanked my shorts down with one hand and let the cock spring free. It was enormous, much bigger than I could ever remember, but my memory was growing hazy anyway. I lapped my way down to her cunt, all puffy and wet, and buried my face between the folds of her slit. She moaned into Claire's crotch, louder this time. When I'd gotten her good and wet, I got up behind her and grabbed the shaft of my cock, aiming at her and plunging into her snatch before she had a chance to react. I was already well inside her when she brought her head up and said, "What the fuck is that, a strap........ ooooooooooooh!" I'd buried myself to the hilt now, and she turned as best she could to look at me. "It's so....." Claire said, "Big. It's nice and big, isn't it?" Megan was gasping. "Yessssssss. It's so fucking big. How do you have a c...cock?" I didn't answer her. My mind was elsewhere. I felt like I was actually the cock, sliding in and out of her pussy, plunging into her depths, growing even larger. It was as if my head was bumping against the spot inside her. The spot that needed to be connected. Where I would deposit my....my....what? My hips stopped now, and I felt the fluid rushing through me. And in that fluid was the object that attached itself to Her Spot, the object that was even now intertwining with her even though she didn't know it. I opened my eyes. Megan was shuddering underneath me. "Ooooooh fuck, I'mmmmmmmcummmmmmminggggggg!" she screamed. I had to blink my eyes a few times. What had just happened? I was bent over Megan's quivering body, my titties pressed against her back while her boobs filled my groping hands. I smelled her sweat and arousal and it was intoxicating. She was a hot fuck. I slowly released my grip on her and she fell forward on the bed, her head resting on Claire's taut belly. My cock slipped out of her and I had a perfect view of the cum leaking out of my little sister's cunt. I fell back on the bed myself, both exhausted and startled by my momentary out of body experience. Megan stirred first, shakily getting to her feet and trying to reassemble her wardrobe. Glassy-eyed, she left us her cell number and said to call her if we were interested in partying again. My cum was leaking through her jean shorts, but she didn't seem to care. Then she made her way unsteadily to the door. When it shut, Claire turned to me and said, "Holy fuck". Before I could respond, she said, "I'm feeling like I'm out of control. I was just sucking on your sister's clit, and she was sucking on my tits. I didn't feel shame or embarrassment. I felt, I don't know, almost compelled. It was like I needed it to survive. Even now, I wish I could chase her down the street and have her suck my tits. I feel like an addict searching for a fix. The problem is that if she did start sucking my tits, it's like my mind goes into neutral and all I can do is act like a fucking animal. It's kind of scary. What the hell is happening to us?" I gave the only answer I could. "I don't know." "I feel like my mind is slipping away," she said. "I know you're supposed to be a man but I can't remember what you looked like." I realized I couldn't remember what I looked like either. And this body felt so good I wasn't sure that I'd want to be a man anyway. I stared down at my tiny limp cock through my boobs. They felt bigger, and I hefted one to feel their fullness. Like Clarissa, I wished someone would suck on them. I felt the tingle inside me again, and I shivered. Clarissa was still talking but I wasn't paying attention. I was rolling my nipples back and forth between my thumb and forefinger and the tingles spread to my titties. I was startled when she slapped my hands away. "Stop it!" she said. "You just went all spacey on me. We have to at least try not to diddle ourselves. Every time we do, we just lose our minds, literally." I pouted, but I knew she was right. I'd just taken a trip into the ozone. "We've got to get some clothes on, and we've got to get out of this house. I need to clear my head." "Where should we go?" I asked. "I don't know. Anywhere. I can't focus right now. Here." She handed me a pair of her jeans, the stretchy kind, and a pair of bikini undies. "God, my old bras don't even fit YOU anymore," she marveled as she tried to fit into another pair of her jeans. "Damn, my butt doesn't fit." "It's a fine butt, though," I said truthfully. She resorted to a short skirt that practically exposed the globes of those incredible cheeks. She threw me one of her t-shirts, and I struggled to get it over my boobs, fighting the urges within me as the cotton material moved over my nipples. Taking a moment to focus, I pulled on the thong and noticed that my cock had shrunken into a soft little thing barely an inch long. It was barely noticeable through the red silk. Her jeans fit me snugly, and I looked at myself in the mirror. My face and hair were a mess, and I picked up her hairbrush and lipstick. My mind went into neutral again as I skillfully applied makeup and did my hair in no time at all, topped off by a pair of red lips that begged to be kissed so much I did it myself, leaving a lipstick mark right in the middle of the mirror. As I surveyed myself, my outfit was at least presentable to travel in the outside world. Clarissa, however, was another matter. She looked every inch the porn star, her ample titties stretching the v-necked t-shirt to the point of breakage, her fat nipples as erect as a pair of bullets, her cleavage like the Grand Canyon.. "So where do we go?" I asked as I put on a pair of her flats. Nothing seemed comfortable to her but heels, and it was the perfect complement to her slutty outfit. She was breathing heavily, trying to control herself. "We need....to find some more clothes. Can't....wear stuff like this." I slid behind the wheel of the car and realized I had to do some major adjusting to the seat and the rear view mirror. Was I really that much shorter? As I headed for the mall, I felt the familiar warmth building inside me. I tried not to let it distract me, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the road. "Where are you going?" Clarissa asked. "This isn't the way to the mall." We'd left the freeway and were cruising along deserted streets through an area of warehouses. "I...I don't know. I just drove here for some reason." I could feel the warmth building inside me, like I was a homing device. As I was getting closer, the feelings grew more intense. A trickle of sweat dripped down my back. I had no idea where I was going, but at the same time I knew exactly where to go. The destination was imprinted on my mental GPS. As we turned into a parking lot full of cars, I felt a shiver go through me, a reward for a mission accomplished. "What the fuck is this place?" Clarissa said. "Why are we here?" She was scowling at me, and I could see the wet circles on her t-shirt where her nipples were leaking. "I have a bad feeling about this....." She stopped when she saw who was waiting at the door. It was Audra, and next to her was Chris, the CRS-109 that had been in our house only a few...days? Weeks? Hours ago? I realized I didn't know accurately how long it had been. Audra smiled and said nothing. Her metallic dress looked painted on, and she had a set of boobs to rival Clarissa's. "Welcome," said Chris in that familiar asexual monotone. "You've been expected." To be continued.......