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First off, I would like to thank everyone for the kind words on my first story. I would never have dreamed that so many would like it. This story is somewhat of my thank you to all of you. The first story was a brain child of mine that I have worked on and refined for a few weeks. This one is much more raw, created over the course of the two days following the submission of the first. I will continue to edit and polish it for the foreseeable future, but I wanted to go ahead and get it out for those of you that wanted more. The biggest thing I wanted to do was explore the consequences of the physical changes on various aspects of life. Brian explores his new affinity for the female body while Claire also discovers how much she loves to be powerful. The focus on sex isn't meant to be raunchy, but instead is meant to be the exploration of two people engaging in the ultimate act of love in response to them discovering new pieces of themselves. Thank you again for the kind words, and I hope you can overlook some flaws in this raw story to see the great story underneath. -- EW -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The water hit my shoulders, ran down my clavicles, and slipped between my breasts. It passed over my smooth stomach, and funneled directly over my labia. It wasn't the only moisture present there as the warmth it deposited was incredibly pleasurable. I had finished washing myself ages ago, but I just couldn't quit running my soapy hands over my body, particularly my breasts. I cupped them over and over again, circling my nipples with my fingers. Surely I couldn't be blamed right? I had only had them for a couple of days, I was at least permitted to play with them a little while longer. Claire and I had had fun the entire weekend. And by fun, I mean crazy, primal sex multiple times a day. But now it was time to return to normal. My lawyers would be over later today to go over final negotiations for the licensing of the machine, and I needed to return to my original body. I finished my shower. Stepping out, I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. I could only see from my navel up thanks to my diminutive size, but that view was an eyeful indeed. My brown hair was laying on my shoulders, soaked from my long shower. My chest (I finally learned was a B cup) stood pert, the nipples hard from the arousal provided by the shower. I wondered how long it would be before I held them again? I hoped not long, but it was awfully hard to hide breasts in male clothing. I wrapped myself in my wife's robe and walked out into the kitchen. She had her back to me as I entered, reading something laying flat on the counter. I felt like I could see each muscle in her back rippling with every slight movement she made. Her new form was powerful, yet gentle. I snuck up behind her, snaked my hand in her waistband, and wrapped my small hand around her penis. She jumped a little before slowly thrusting her hips forward, soaking up the attention. I let go. "You are such a tease! You know I can't think straight when this thing gets going!" "I'm just teaching you a lesson that you should remember when I get mine back!" She smiled at that before wrapping both of her arms around me and picking me up. She kissed me long and hard before setting me back down. She sighed. "Well I guess it's time to say goodbye," she said as she gave her penis a pat. I leaned over, pulled her waistband down, and gave him a quick kiss on the head. "I have to say I'll miss you too, but this isn't goodbye. Only see you later." We made our way down to the lab. We decided that I would go first just in case the company decided to show up early. Dropping my robe, I stepped into the chamber as Claire sat down at the controls. I cupped my breasts. "Well girls, it's been great. Maybe next time I can make you a little bigger!" The machine hummed to life. The chair felt like it was shrinking underneath me as I regained my original height. My tiny waist began to fill out as my hips pushed inwards until they were approximately the same width. My butt firmed up as it deflated. My hair shortened back into my original "high and tight" as my body hair also returned. My shoulders pushed out, regaining some muscle mass at the same time. My breasts just seemed to deflate in my hands. I quickly went from cupping them to touching them to just holding my hands on my masculine chest. The machine went silent. I quickly peeked my head out of the chamber. "Claire! I'm not done yet. My penis still hasn't come back!" She swiveled in her chair with the most devious look on her face. "I know. No one will even be able to tell that you don't have one under your guy clothes! I think it makes your everyday life more exciting." I walked over to the mirror. I was once again my old self, but with that gap between my legs. Just as I had been a few days ago. Surely this wouldn't be that bad. Something else seemed different from before though, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. "Aside from the vagina, does anything else look different to you? Something feels...off." She grinned that grin for a second time and walked over to stand in front of me. Our height gap had closed considerably, yet she was still much bigger than me. She brought both of her pointer fingers up and placed them on my nipples. Then she flicked them. I nearly hit the floor as my knees went weak. "Another change that no one will notice, yet will make life more fun." She was absolutely beaming now. "I'll go along with you for now, but if anyone even shows a hint of noticing, I get everything back!" She laughed and agreed. I looked one last time at myself, now noticing my slightly larger and darker nipples now as they sat on my flat chest. I secretly loved them, but I couldn't let her get a big head about it. I pulled my clothes on, noticing the distinct lack of anything in my boxers. Claire stripped and headed to the chamber. After she did, I dropped the boxers and pulled on the thong from earlier. It felt much better against my vagina. I had thought up a little surprise myself and implemented it quickly. It seemed like someone had let the air out of Claire's body, as she lost a foot and a half in height. Even at five feet, she was still absolutely jacked. But those rock hard muscles soon began to soften. Her body hair fell out, accentuating her smoother skin. Her hips flared out into their familiar, alluring proportions. Her arms and legs slimmed up, returning to their elegant and delicate form. Her chest slowly began to expand, two twin cones pointing outwards. As they extending, they began to sag ever so slightly. Not with age, but with weight. Her penis twitched slightly as it began to recede. Her scrotum tightened in proportion to the shift. Just as quickly as it began, the change stopped. Leaving a smaller, yet still generous package between her feminine legs. The look on her face showed that she had slightly hoped I would do just that. As she headed for her clothes, she said, "I thought we were going to be lesbians there for a second. I didn't expect you to shrink it! Here I was thinking you liked my size! " "Well of course I did! But that penis looked ridiculous on your tiny body. And It would be awfully hard to hide in women's clothes!" She started to dress when she came upon the other change I had added. "Brian! I can't fasten my bra!" "Well I figured it would be easier to hide a penis if everyone was looking at your chest! Also, I always wondered what you would look like with an extra cup size. Call it a fantasy!" "You sly dog. Guess I will have to go braless." "I kind of hoped you might." She pulled her shirt on just in time, as there was a knock on the door. The monitor showed two well dressed men. I knew them to be Paul and Rodney, two longtime friends who happened to have the legal expertise to help me through the licensing of the machine. Would they notice our changes? As far as they knew, the chamber could only diagnose and treat ailments. The transformative properties were under wraps for now. Mine were not noticeable through my clothes, but there was a rather noticeable bulge in Claire's pants. Not to mention you could see her nipples through her shirt. This should be fun. I let them in, while simultaneously trying to calm my racing heart. We shook hands. "Gentlemen, you remember Claire?" They leaned in for hugs, but I noticed that Claire leaned forward and poked her rear out so that her hips and crotch didn't make contact. Smiling, I turned back to the computer. And that's when I saw it. Claire's bra. She had set it on the table to put her on shirt. And I wasn't the only one to notice. "Well, it seems like you two have had some fun studying a little anatomy down here, huh?" Rodney. That man was as sharp as a tack, never missed a thing. But Claire was quick as well. "We all know Brian works too hard for that kind of thing. I was lonely last night so I brought the laundry in here to fold while he worked. Seems I didn't quite get it all," She made eye contact with me and gave the quickest wink I've ever seen. "Ah of course. I'm sure you just got distracted by how attractive he looks in that lab coat. He's always had the best physique of us!" We all had a good laugh because they had never been true. Little did they know, Claire would've put either of them to shame just 10 minutes earlier. Our little secret. To spare you the laborious legal proceedings, we got everything worked out and they never noticed a thing. Seems I only noticed the bulge because I knew what to look for or because seeing it caused me to relive the pleasures of the weekend. I don't know how I made it through the meeting, but soon enough we said our goodbyes and they were on their way. We stood at our front door, watching the SUV drive away. In that moment, I realized what I wanted to do. "I want to go out." Claire looked at me. "Huh?" "I want to go out. As a woman. Do normal things like buy groceries or something. Just as a woman." "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you loved being a girl!" "I mean I still love being a man, but I won't even try to hide it anymore. It is exhilarating! And having Paul and Rodney here was absolutely thrilling. I couldn't stop thinking about what they would think if they found out I was a woman where it counts! And that made me wonder what it would be like to be out in public as a girl. So that's what I want to do." "Well, I happen to know a little machine laying around here that can help with that. Let's go!" We took off towards the lab. As soon as I opened the door, I began throwing my clothes off on my way to the chamber. I sat down and waited for Claire to initiate the change. The machine began to hum and I soon began to feel the familiar push and pull of the transformation. My breasts and butt returned while my height and body hair disappeared. I stepped out. It felt good. I had only been a man for about an hour and a half, but I had missed this form during that. I had had my male body my entire life. I knew every in and out, every bump and freckle. But this form, it was new and exciting. Each day brought something different. I turned to Claire. "So...what will it be for you? Huge muscles? Anything?" "I actually kind of like what I am right now to be honest. I love having a penis, but I did miss my boobs. This is the perfect in between! Besides, at least one of us should probably look like our driver's license!" It was a good point. I covered up and we headed into the house. I dressed in some of her clothes (she had made my measurements close to hers to make it easier to find clothes). The thong had become my favorite piece of clothing by far. I loved the way it hugged my hips and left plenty of room in my jeans. More men should wear these, surely it would give far less wedgies than boxers did. Not to mention, it made my butt look even better than it already did. I finished getting dressed and met Claire in the living room. "How do I look?" "Great like always! You ready to show yourself off to the world?" "I guess! Who knew grocery shopping would be such a big deal?" We walked into the garage and sat down in our car. The ride to the grocery store was uneventful. We stepped out and I stood facing the store. Claire spoke up. "You ok? We don't have to do this. You've only been a woman for a few days." "No I want to! I just can't believe it is actually happening. Let's go!" We grabbed our cart and made our way into the store. We had just gotten to the bread aisle when we heard a familiar voice. "Claire! It's so good to see you!" It was Emily, one of Claire's greatest friends. They had met a few years ago when she and Brian had moved into the area. Naturally of all days, she had decided to shop today as well. "I was just telling my husband that we had to have you and Brian over soon! It looks like we may need to invite three of you over though. Who is this??" Claire turned to look at me. I could see the wheels turning, and I prayed that she was still as sharp as earlier. "This is Brian's cousin...umm...Kate! She is here visiting for a couple of days." "That is great! Maybe the three of you could come eat supper with us tonight?? I'm cooking so no need to bring anything!" I opened my mouth to apologize for not being available, but Claire beat me to it. "We would love to, but sadly Brian is out of town this week." Crisis averted. "But Kate and I would love to come! We have been looking for things to do, and I think y'all would all get along splendidly!" My mouth dropped open and I stared hard at Claire. She just smirked in return. Emily said, "Fantastic! We can't wait!" And she hurried off. My mouth was still open. Claire spoke. "You said you wanted to be in public as a woman. I'm just helping out!" She smiled and walked away. Once again, she had nailed what I wanted. I would have been too scared to suggest something like that, but she had gone right for it. I loved this woman. Or man. She-man. Following the grocery store, Claire ducked into a woman's underwear store to buy a new bra and to get me a few pairs of underwear. She came back with some that were black and grey, so that when I was male with the exception of my vagina, they wouldn't draw too much attention if somebody managed to see. There was also a third bag, but she didn't let me see what was in it. We returned to the house. "So how was it? Your first foray into public womanhood." "It was great! Did you see how those guys sitting outside the store kept looking at my butt? You women don't understand the power of your bodies! That got me so aroused I'm still tingling." She laughed at that. "We should probably start getting ready to go to Emily's house. I've got to figure out how to hide this penis while still looking nice. And I wouldn't mind seeing you get naked." I loved getting naked myself so I started to disrobe. I noticed that the more layers I lost, the more erect Claire seemed to get. Next thing I knew, we were both writhing naked on the bed. Claire was once again straddling me. As she leaned down to kiss me, our breasts pressed into each other. I have to admit, I missed her boobs too. The time came for penetration, and I opened myself up. But Claire had other ideas. "Let's try something different. Get up on your knees." I did as I was told, and Claire took up a position directly behind me. I felt the tip of her manhood enter my outer lips ever so slightly. She reached around and placed her hands on the front of my hips. She began to pull slowly on my hips while thrusting gently with her pelvis until she could push no more. Each thrust caused my breasts to swing like pendulums. She felt so much deeper than normal, but I didn't mind that one bit. We came together and collapsed onto the bed, her lying on my back. "I could get used to this. How do women not ask for sex all day every day? It feels incredible!" "We don't have to ask for it because men are always asking for us! Now come on, we are going to be late!" We cleaned up and headed into the closet to find some clothes. Claire found a shirt that fit over her expanded bosom and some dress pants that were baggy enough to help disguise her member. I also gave her some compression shorts I had to help minimize the bulge underneath. She handed me a dress. It wasn't super fru-fru or fancy, just a casual dress. I pulled on one of the new thongs and fastened a bra around my chest. Then, I slipped the dress over my head and pulled it down over my body. Looking in the mirror, I saw that a little cleavage peeked out the top of the dress. My eyes went south as I turned sideways to see my rear pushing out against the fabric. The dress looked like it was painted on. It was intoxicating. She handed me a small sweater to wear on top and we headed out to their house. Nothing much happened while we were there. We ate some incredible lasagna, played a round of catchphrase, and headed back to the house. Emily and Joe were head over heels in love so it wasn't like he was making any passes at me behind her back. They were excellent hosts. But something bigger happened that night. I had become comfortable in my new skin. As the night went on, I felt myself not focusing on the fact that I was female, but instead I almost felt like I had been born that way. I relayed my thoughts to Claire on the ride home. "Well how does that make you feel?" "Honestly, it's a little bit scary. It's one thing for us to swap genitalia and have sex all the time. But what if I started to prefer being a woman over a man? My thoughts would just be consumed with being a woman, and it would be awful hard to be your husband when I look like this." We eased into the garage, and she shut the car off. She turned to look at me with a slight smile on her face. "Brian. You will always be my husband. I don't care if you a seven foot tall man, a four foot tall woman, or some combination of the two. You have given me more than any woman could possibly ask for. And that was BEFORE all this fun with the machine. If you decided that you wanted to be a woman most of the time, I am quite sure I could be ok with that." "But what would we tell family and friends? I'm not saying I'm ready to make that kind of jump, but I just wanted you to know what I'm dealing with mentally." "You'd probably just have to look like yourself when they are around, albeit with maybe a few...enhancements. For now, let's just get in the house. I'm exhausted." And with that, we went to bed. No wild sex, no transformations, just sleep. I took comfort in her embrace, and we fell into a deep sleep. ------- The next day was somewhat busy, I spent most of the day pouring over the agreements again to make sure no loopholes on anything hurt us. Claire worked to clean up our garden a little bit before picking up Emily for a short spa day. As night fell, we once again stood facing the machine. We had set down a few ground rules for the night. First, the person being transformed wouldn't know how they would be changed. We weren't allowed to make each other into babies or old people, and if a change was too much, the person could opt out. The changes we wanted for the other person would be entered into the computer ahead of time so there couldn't be any retaliatory changes. I was the first one in the chamber. Claire said she had been working on my change in her head for a couple of days now, so I couldn't wait to see what she had cooked up. The machine came to life. Immediately, I felt an intense tingling in my nipples and pressure behind both breasts. They swelled up quickly until they were massive! Or so they seemed to me. The chamber seemed to grow around me as she made me a little smaller. All in all, nothing too crazy. The machine quieted. Or so I thought. I stepped out and was met at the door by Claire. Or rather, Claire's waist. She immediately reached down, hoisted me up, and pulled me into a hug. "Oh you are so cute I could just eat you up! And I'm sure you would like just that." If I had felt small and fragile before, it was exponentially more so now. I couldn't be more than four feet tall. "Three and a half feet actually," she corrected. Looking in the mirror, I saw a miniscule bombshell. My breasts before were about B cups that looked natural on my larger body. These were different. "They are D cups! I've always known you were a breast man so I thought you might want some bigger girls to play with," she said with a grin. "So..." I stopped. My voice sounded like I had just sucked in helium. I took another breath. "So why the height then??" "Based off all of our sexual encounters plus our time in the outside world, I believe I can comfortably say that you really enjoy being the weaker person in our duo. You loved being told what to do, both in bed and in the supermarket. AND you didn't protest for a second when I didn't give you your penis back this morning. Now, you have to do what I say because you don't have the size to resist me! It's perfect." As always, she was right. What I was feeling could only be described as electric. I had goosebumps from my head to my toes. I was powerless. And it was incredible. But I was a little worried, and she noticed. "I'm not talking about dress up in leather and spank you senseless with a whip. I'm just saying you have to do what I say. Otherwise, I might have to make you." I crawled up into the control chair and turned to the keyboard. Or at least I tried. "Uh..Claire? Could you raise the seat up? I can't reach the keyboard." Of course I knew what change I had entered into the computer, but Claire didn't. Everything she had said about me wanting to be powerless and all of that... ...it was all perfectly true. And her change would prove that. Her body grew where mine had shrunk. Layers of muscle popped up on every inch of her body. Her smooth lines and supple curves became hard rigid edges. She dwarfed the chair. The machine stopped and she stepped out, ducking as she did. She had stopped growing at around 6' 8". There was now three whole feet of height difference between us. She was an exaggerated version of the first transformation she had experienced, with one new addition. "Pick me up to about your chest level please." She did. I reached out with two fingers, and pinched her nipple. Her knees nearly buckled as she discovered that her chest wasn't quite as manly as she thought it to be. She chuckled and looked me dead in the eye. "This proves my observations about you. I rest my case." I didn't argue. We took a second to make sure we, a huge man and an impossibly tiny woman, were still sexually compatible. We ended up expanding and deepening my vagina to accompany Claire's equipment (more fun than shrinking hers). We decided to walk back to the house naked, since it was late at night. As we were walking, Claire spoke up in her deep voice. "Hey I need some clothes. Mind running down to that little store down the street and buying me some?" I stopped. "How? I am completely naked and neither of us has clothes that could possibly fit me!" She smiled. "Unless one of us happened to think ahead." She entered the kitchen, and came out with that third bag from the women's store. It all made sense now. "You devil. How am I supposed to get there? I can't even reach the pedals in the car!" "Well, you walk silly. It isn't that far. Buy the largest pair of pants and a huge shirt. That should do it. I don't know my sizes, but I'm fairly sure there are quite a few Xs in them." She pulled out my new clothes from the bag. A bra, tiny G-string, some comfortable looking shoes, and a dress. "It just hhaaadddd to be a dress, didn't it?" "Well to be honest, I wasn't sure how wide your hips would be so this seemed to fit the most sizes. It's made of really stretchy material. Put it on! I'm getting cold!" She helped me to put the bra on. I didn't realize the full weight of my large chest until it was alleviated by the bra. I slid the G-string up between my legs and slid the shoes on my feet. Finally, I pulled the black dress down over my head. The neckline plunged down to a point underneath my boobs that I couldn't even see. "Are you wanting me to get jumped?? This dress is ridiculous!" "I didn't know the neckline did quite like that. Don't walk too fast or you might burst out the top!" And with that, she picked me up, threw open the front door, and set me outside. She said a quick "I love you" and shut the door. I heard the deadbolt turn. And with that, I was out in the world as a three and a half foot tall, D-cup breasted, man-turned-woman. Crazy how fast your life can change. Seeing no way around it, I began the trek to the clothing store. Even in this bra, my expansive chest bounced with every step. My hips swayed seductively from side to side without any conscious instruction to do so. With each step, I grew more and more anxious. I wasn't just leaving my house and wife behind. I was leaving behind my security! What if something happened while I was out? The person I was now didn't actually exist. No one could link me back to my other life other than Claire. My mind continue to worry but before I knew it, I had reached the store. As the automatic doors slid open, I realized that I had no money. Or so I thought. I had noticed something rubbing me weird on the way over. When it seemed no one was looking, I reached into my bra and pulled out $40. Claire had thought of everything it seemed. I walked back to the men's section and searched for the super extra large shirts. I saw what I needed, but I quickly came upon a problem. I couldn't reach anything above the bottom shelf! I was hoping to minimize my interactions with other people since I didn't quite look like a normal person. Yet now I had to go and seek one out to get what I came for. I looked around and found a teenager who had managed to pull the graveyard shift for the night. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He turned around and immediately his eyes became as big around as satellite dishes. "Umm..uh...ye..yes ma'am?" His eyes were absolutely glued to the nonexistent neckline of my dress. "Could you help me grab some clothes for my wi...husband? I can't seem to reach them," I turned to walk back to the section. I could feel his eyes on me the whole walk back. I worked my short legs as fast as they would go, but the store seemed huge now that he was behind me. We emerged by the desired rack. "I need one of those shirts in the largest size you have and one in the size below that." He nodded, and moved towards the rack. He handed me my items and then grabbed a huge pair of sweatpants at my direction. Another problem arose. "Would you mind...uh...carrying these to the counter for me? They are a bit much for me without a bag." "Oh umm...absolutely ma'am," He gathered them up and made a beeline for the register. I couldn't even dream of keeping up, but I did eventually make it. "Your total is $23.59. Cash or credit?" I sighed. "Cash." I reached back down and retrieved my cash from its hiding place. I thought the poor teen might pass out right there. We finished our transaction and I took off for home. Initially, I took off in a run, but soon had to stop as my chest threatened to spill out of both my bra and dress. Silently cursing Claire's wardrobe choices, I walked as fast as my little legs would take me. It seemed like an eternity, but I finally walked up to our front door. I rang the doorbell. Claire answered. "Ah there's my girl. What took you so long!" "Well I have to get help for every little thing now. I couldn't even carry all three items to the register!" ".....don't act like you didn't love it," she said as a grin spread across her face. ".....ok fine! It was amazing! I've never been so dependant on anyone in my life. And you shutting me out was so unexpected I didn't even know what to think. I was in this tiny little body with no way to change back unless you let me back in!" "I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Sorry I just kind of threw you into it, but I figured you would like it better that way." "I did! But now I am so horny I can't even think straight. Help me out?" "I thought you would never ask." She picked me up in one swift motion and took me to the couch. I reached down and pulled my dress over my head, throwing it to the floor. My underwear soon followed and I was, once again, naked on top of Claire. This time though, I couldn't even get my legs around her. I crawled up her torso and we began to kiss. While kissing, I realized that I had to sit on her stomach in order to reach! She reached up and grabbed my butt, her huge hand capable of encompassing my entire leg. This continued until she suddenly wrapped her huge hands around my midsection. "What..eh...what are you doing?" She didn't speak. But she did lift me up off of her chest and into the air. I didn't know what was happening, but I was absolutely moist in anticipation. I was about to ask one more time when she began to slowly lower me. My feet touched her chest directly in front of me and I began to stand up for a second. She shifted her grip quickly and grabbed either side of my hips. "Relax your body and just enjoy." So I did, letting her control my weight. Suddenly, I felt something massive touch my inner thigh. She began to gently pull my legs apart until my vaginal lips separated slightly. She then lowered me onto herself, her colossal member sliding smoothly into my body. It seemed to never end. I moaned as I welcomed the last of her into me. She began to move me up and down the shaft, bouncing my ample breasts to the rhythm. Her breath became short and concentrated. I hoped it would never end. But it did. It seemed like fireworks went off in my head as the orgasm overtook me. And that was how we fell asleep that night. My diminutive body curled up on her muscular chest.