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'Til Vanity do us Part By Bluedust Hi guys! So, not a 'Sisterz-in-Armz' story this time. To be honest, the feedback hasn't been quite what I'd hoped so I'm monitoring that for now and trying to decide what to do with it. In the meantime, a few people have been requesting stories in which the hero of the story doesn't become some super-pretty babe, but quite ordinary. In fact, maybe slightly below-average. I wrote this tale with those people in mind and hope you will all enjoy it! Remember to comment! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - "So....would you?" "Totally..." I replied. My best friend Jason and I watched open-mouthed as Angelica Meyer skipped by in her lycra shorts. Her sports bra took the brunt of the weight of her breasts but couldn't completely conceal the rampant jiggling. "I would totally do her," I added. "Would you marry her?" he asked. "If I got to see that every morning? Duh! Man, look at that ass - - those hips!" "Yeah but, would you literally marry her?" "What do you mean?" She disappeared round the bend and we continued our walk along the suburban street, a street we'd walked hundreds of times during our lives here. "I mean, sure, it'd be fun fucking her for a year or two, but what about after that?" "I'm sure she'll age pretty well." "I don't mean that, Marty." My name was actually Martin, but I got Marty from everyone. "Think about afterwards. When she's got stretch marks and gotten fat, and she's always on your case about everything. Just some fat bitch who gives you earache all day." "Thanks Jase, that takes care of my erection." "I'm just saying, you've got to be careful who you get involved with. Girls are fun for a while, sure, but afterwards? Major pain, my friend." "I guess you've got a point. Marriage isn't for you either then, I'm guessing?" "Big nu-uh. I feel so sorry for my dad, man. Mom never gives him a break." "I hate how women have always got an excuse for being bitches, or overweight." "Exactly. Take it from me, bud, they're more trouble than they're worth in the long run." "But good for a little while, right?" "Exactly right," he grinned. "Until their tits start to sag anyhow." We made our way to my house and stepped inside. The window was drenched in sunshine, casting a long frame-shaped silhouette across the carpet. I was following this with my eye when I found it leading to the table at the end of the room. A foot was drawing circles in the deep pile. It belonged to Jane, Jason's mom. She was nursing a cold drink in her hands. Next to her was Diane, my mom. They were both smiling at us with a strange, almost cat-like curiosity. "Morning, boys," said mom. "Morning Mrs. Hooper," replied Jason. He always was good with his manners in front of my mom and likewise. These two women had been best friends since high school, and it had been through that acquaintance that Jason and I knew each other as well. "Morning Mrs. Contrary," I said to Jason's mom. There was never anything less than total ease between our two families. "Morning Marty," she smiled warmly. Seriously, talk about a milf. Forget what Jason thought, that kind of older I could live with. "We've just been chatting about you two," said Mom. We kicked off our shoes and moved nearer. "What about?" I asked. "Well, you two left school a while ago now, and we think it's time you started adjusting to the adult world." "Is this about a job?" groaned Jason. "No," replied Jane. "Yes, a little bit, but that's not what we mean. You boys need to mature." "Meaning?" "Prospects," said mom. "Relationships, living accommodations, marriage, and yes, jobs. " "I sense a lecture," I groaned. "Not a lecture," said Jane. "More of a...life experience." "Oh, I don't like the sound of this." "How would you two like to try living together?" "Our own apartment?" "A house." "How could we afford a-" "-As husband and wife." Jason and I stopped dead. We stared at them, then each other, then burst into uncontrolled laughter. "That's a good one," I gasped. "Who wears the dress?" "Well, that will be up to the two of you," said mom. "Knock if off, mom. This sounds like some weird reality TV show." "It will be reality, and maybe a little bit of a show, but not on TV. This is a private affair." "I feel like I'm in an alternate reality," said Jason. "You both know that Jane and I bonded during our high school years, but we never told you over what." "And...what was that?" "Magic. We're witches." "Get out of town." "Not the broomstick-flying kind. And poor Jane is allergic to cats. But with the right tools and some cooperation, we can cast a spell or two." "This is the world's worst gag," I sighed. "Come on, guys. What's this really about?" "Just go along with us on this. All you need to do is to endure your marriage for a set period of time, that's it. You might even enjoy it." "As if! What's in it for us?" "You both pass this little test, and we'll be off your cases for the rest of the year. You can sponge until January." "Sounds pretty good," said Jason. "Sounds like madness to me," I grumbled. "Just try it, darling. If we can't convince you within the next minute, you can pull out." "Fine, let's just get this over with. I feel like an idiot already." "Fab!" said Jane. "We just need to decide which of you boys will be the wife." "I call dibs on the husband!" said Jason.He was an idiot, always up for something crazy, and he was showing it here. "Whatever," I sighed. "Let's just do this already." Come on, it wasn't like anything real was about to happen. In fact, I couldn't imagine what was about to happen next, period. It still seemed like a gag. Mom put a small crystal ball onto the table. "Okay boys, just stare into the crystal ball. That's it. Just stare. Relax. Don't even worry about blinking. Can you feel that? Good...just breathe." I felt heavy, sluggish in manner and thought. My consciousness almost felt detached from my body. Almost. Mom and Jane seemed to blur around the ball, then the table, until the ball was all that was left. I think that was when I lost consciousness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The window was drenched in sunshine. It wasn't the front room window though, or even my bedroom window. From lying on my back, I could just make it out over the large headboard. I lay dazed for a moment, as if I'd just woken from a bizarre dream. Flowered wallpaper surrounded the window and the wall on my right. There was a dresser with a mirror, and a painting hung above the bed that I couldn't quite see from where I was - - wherever I was. I got the sense I was in a double-bed, but couldn't figure out who the heck I'd be sharing it with. I rolled onto my left side, and at the same time heard the creaking of the bed as the person opposite (Oh my gosh, there was a person opposite! How drunk had I been? Was she hot? Was it Angelica Meyer?) did the same. My mouth gaped. It was a man. It was a forty-something man. He had dark hair, grayed around the edges, and stubble. We screamed at the exact same time. He leapt from the bed with reasonable grace, landing on his feet to stand before me in nothing but a navy blue pair of boxer shorts. He was toned, but not a bodybuilder. Instinctively, I tried to mirror the move, but quickly got into a mess. My muscles seemed to lack their usual kick and I flopped back onto my rear, nearly tumbling out of the bed altogether. I swung my legs back and managed to save myself. My body mass (wait, body mass?) shifted in a way I'd never felt before. My belly, and also my chest for that matter, seemed to move against itself, a sense of bulges of flesh rubbing against one another. Something whipped my face, something that felt like hair, as impossible as that seemed. As I turned to plant my bare feet on the floor my thighs slapped together, even though I was certain my legs were reasonably far apart. Finally upright, I looked at the man that had snuck into my bed. "Who the fuck are you?!" I screamed. And man, I really did scream. I sounded high, shrill even, like my mom when she was ranting at dad. "I could ask you that same question, lady!" "Who are you calling lady, you pervert?" There was something familiar about him, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. "You, you crazy bitch! What are you doing in bed with me?!" "I don't know! This isn't my bed!" "It's not mine either!" "What?" We stared at each other for the longest time, sometime during which, my memories found their way back to me. "Wait...Jason?" I could see it now. He was older, sure, and looking a little like his dad. But it was definitely him...sorta. "...Marty?" "Yeah, it's me." "You...you're a woman." "Don't talk crap. You're the one who got old. I'm just as I was bef-" I patted my chest and paused. I'd been expecting to strike my pec, firm if not massive. Instead I'd struck far softer flesh, rounder, and not nearly so firm. It even hurt a little bit. "What the?" I looked down. The floor was nearer than it had been in years. My shape was...not right. I was rounder, for want of a better word. More noticeably, I was wearing a pink nightdress. Two swollen mounds peered up from the top of it. Breasts? Oh my gosh, I felt sick. Things only got worse from there. I had a belly, round and about as far out as my...chest area. My arms and legs were bare and hairless, all four limbs fatter than they had once been. I turned to the mirror on the dresser, and beheld a forty-something woman. Her hair came to just below the ears and seemed to have been dyed blond. There were no traces of stubble on my face, just smooth, slightly pudgy flesh. I tried to scream, but couldn't seem to get the words out of my throat. "Marty? How are you a woman?" "How should I know?" I managed to squeak. "Of course! The spell! Our moms did this!" "Well they can change us back right now!" "Do we even know where they are? Chill, okay? We did sort of agree to this." "I didn't...I didn't know THIS would happen!" "Keep your voice down, we probably have neighbours now. Wow, this is....this is a nice house. I wonder what our jobs are?" "That's what you're wondering right now?" "Come on, this could be fun. It's like...an alternate reality maybe. Endless possibilities, my man...er..woman." "Very funny." I went to cross my arms, only to find my...chest area...in the way. I growled and swatted at them in irritation, only to get a sharp pang of pain in response. "Oh man, I can't believe you got turned into a woman. You've got...you've got like, tits man!" "Shut up! And don't stare!" "What do they feel like?" "Like none of your business, that's what!" "Don't get all bitchy. C'mon, let's see them." I retreated sharply. "No!" "We can do it together. C'mon, it'll make it easier for you." "Jase, I'm not showing you my...chest area." "What?" he laughed. "Can't you call them boobs or tits or something?" "No." "Chest area sounds weird." "I don't care." His eyes went wide. "Is your dick gone?" "No!" "It must have, if you're a woman. Can you feel it?" "Jason, shut up." "If you can't feel it down there then it's probably gone. Hey! Let me see your pussy!" "I don't have a pussy!" "You must have. You're a woman." "Why are you so obsessed with seeing me naked?" "We've seen each other naked in the shower before, in gym, no big deal." "That was different." "Different because we both had dicks?" "You don't know what I've 'got'." "Neither do you. You do have tits though." "Can you just...back off for a second please?" "Fine, fine. Take your time." He looked around the room some more. "You know, I bet there are clues here about our new lives. Or alternate lives, if you prefer." I was only half listening to what he was saying. I had the sense of a presence, a pressure, deep in my lower belly. I moved slowly towards the door. "Hey, where are you going?" "To the...I think I need the bathroom." "You think?" "I'm going to find out, okay?" "How can you not know if you...oh, I get it. Different equipment, right? Oh man, I bet you have to sit now, huh? Ooh! Can I watch?!" "No!" "Come on, let's share this. I can help you through it. I'd let you see things if it was the other way around." "No, you wouldn't." He moved between me and the door. "Now what are you doing? Let me pass." He was taller than me now, and I had no choice but to look up at him, something he couldn't conceal his delight about. "Ask me nicely." "Jason, move." I tried to brush him aside as I once would have. My smaller hand pressed impotently against his bicep, failing to move him by even an inch. I felt a sharp pang down below and knew now for certain that I needed the bathroom. "Ask nicely." "Jason, please, I need to pee." I felt a shiver as the urge increased, and barely fought off a small dance. "Say you have big fat titties." "What?" "Say it and you can pass." "Jason, I'm not..." I slapped my thighs together. I had no way of holding this, no way of even knowing how. "Fine...I...I have big fat titties!" "Very good." He stepped aside, allowing me to blunder past. I waddled across the hall and exploded into the bathroom. I felt off- balance, my body out of proportion in just about every place. The door slammed behind me. I lifted the seat and stood in front of the toilet. My fingers were on their way to in-between my legs when I froze. What was I doing? It was all instinctive of course, but was I really searching for my penis? I didn't have one. Even though I hadn't checked yet I could feel its absence, the difference in my muscles down there. To hope I was wrong would be no different than self-torture. I shuddered and danced again, my body parts wobbling as I did. I needed to go. I needed to go so bad but how was I going to do this? I couldn't do it blind. I took a breath and lifted my nightdress. To my surprise, I wasn't wearing panties. My belly curved downwards into a space I couldn't see, meeting with the tops of my round thighs. I bend forward a little, feeling the crush of my belly as I did. I saw a tuft of light brown pubic hair, which I guessed was my natural hair color. That was that then. I turned round, and spread my legs, hovering over the toilet. The plan was to do this standing and not succumb completely to the ways of my new womanly form. My legs were weaker than I thought however, and the moment I bent over my heavy rear brought me down hard on the toilet seat. My boobs jiggled with the impact. I peed straight away. I couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from, other than somewhere between my legs. The water trickled loudly. When I was done, I went to stand up, only to remember what women were supposed to do in this situation. I took two sheets of toilet paper, folded them over, and wiped. It was a familiar yet alien feeling, not completely different from wiping my butt except there was a sensitivity there. The sense of my missing testicles was overwhelming. I hurried and finished, washing my hands before heading back to see Jason. "Hi," said Jason, as I stepped back into the room. "How was it?" "None of your business," I said, rubbing my bare, flabby arms. I wanted to cover up, to conceal my new grotesque form. "What are you looking at?" "I was going through some of our things, ID cards and all that. Looks like I'm still Jason Contrary, just older." "Did you...find anything of mine?" "Oh yeah," he grinned. "You're not Marty anymore." "Then who?" "You're Mary." "Great. So I'm Mary Hooper?" "Not...exactly. See, like our moms said, we're kinda married now." He flashed his wedding ring. I looked down and saw my own squeezed around my chubby finger. "Then...?" "You gotta take on the man's name, girl!" "I can't be Mary Contrary!" "Well, you knew what you were taking on when we got married. You must really love me." "Shut up. Not one part of this is remotely funny." "C'mon, Mary. I can see the funny side." "You wouldn't, if you were standing where I'm standing." "Okay, you're upset. Hormones and stuff. I get it. Try and relax." It was easier said than done. Knowing I was without any kind of underwear made me feel twice as uncomfortable. I sat on the end of the bed. Jason began dressing as he talked, slipping into jeans and a t-shirt. "Have you learnt anything else?" "Well, it seems I make quite a lot of money, according to these bank statements. It seems you were a receptionist before you quit work to raise our two sons." "Sons?!" "Don't worry, they've moved out. Wow, they're only our age - our real age, I mean. From what I can gather, you're now just a housewife." "What do you mean 'just a housewife'?" "Hey, no offense. I'm sure you're a very good housewife." "I want this all over with." "Then I guess we'd better do what our moms said and endure our marriage." "Fine, we'll just stay out of each other's way." "I don't think that will cut it, darling. I get the feeling we're meant to be a bit more together than that. A bit more...couple-y." He looked me over. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" "Not in front of you." "Hey, we're married remember? We're supposed to have seen each other naked hundreds of times." "Not...yet, okay?" "Fine, I'll go fix us some breakfast. You...put on your bra and panties." He sniggered as he hurried out of the room, narrowly missing a pillow I flung with all my reduced might. I got up and walked over to the mirror, before taking the biggest sigh of my life. I pulled the straps of my nightdress off of my shoulders and let it drop. The first thing I noticed in my reflection was my breasts. Not because that was the part I was most interested in (okay, if I hadn't been so fat and disgusting I probably would have looked there first, but right now I was thinking more of damage limitation) but because they were so big. They were droopy and fat and rested on the crest of my belly. My nipples were dark brown, my...I can't believe I'm saying this...my areolas were stretched over most of the tips of my breasts. My belly button was nowhere to be seen, lost inside a vertical fold that lined the edge of my bulk. I turned round to see the biggest butt I've ever seen in my life. It made me wonder how my back supported it. My thighs, as I already knew, were thick and rubbed together whenever I wasn't careful. In the mirror I could just see the brown tuft that lined my pubic region. I should take a moment here and explain that I wasn't the largest woman in recorded history. I wasn't even obese. But the mirror adds ten pounds and my confidence was shattered at this point. It didn't help that I was only around 5'7". But on my mind, at the time, I was amazed I could fit through the door. I started with the panties. I couldn't get my legs up as high as I wanted and had to sit on the bed to get them on. I followed that by selecting a bra. Turned out I was a 40DD. That would have been a fantasy come true in itself, if...well, I think you can guess I wasn't exactly thrilled with my body. Cupping my boobs into them proved trickier than expected, but I managed it with a struggle and fastened the strap. The lift was amazing, and finally my bust pushed out further than my belly. That was...sort of nice, I guess. I went next for some jeans, determined that I wouldn't go further into womanhood than the necessities that were underwear. I found a nice pair and sat on the bed. They got as far as my thighs. I pulled, wriggled and jumped, but they wouldn't get any higher. I swore, and threw them on the floor. I tried the next pair, and the next and the next. The result didn't differ at all. I realised that, under the assumption that this was an actual alternate reality, I'd worn these jeans before putting on the extra weight. "Won't be forced into a dress..." I growled. "Yeah, right. You sneaky..." When Jason saw me come down in the flowery dress he whistled. "Nice..." "Shut up. I am not having a good day." "I'm sorry to hear that. Still, it's only the morning. Here, I made breakfast. I bet you're hungry." "What's the supposed to mean?" "Huh? Nothing. I just..." "I know what you meant." "First day as a woman and you're on your period. Great." "I am NOT on my period, you jerk!" "You're on something." The conversation didn't go much further than that. Mostly it was slammed doors and the shouting of distant threats. By the time we got to something resembling an adult conversation it was noon. I'd planned on staying in the bedroom until he headed out, but a certain something had been detrimental to my resolve. It had been there since I'd gotten over the initial shock of my transformation: hunger. Now, I can eat as well as the next active young guy, but I'm also pretty good at ignoring hunger when I've got something else to concentrate on. That ability seemed to have been left behind with my former self though. What I was feeling wasn't just hunger, it was almost a form of pain. I wanted, needed to eat. I needed it so bad I was almost in tears. Being mad at Jason, being mortified by my new body, only made that pain worse. It was almost like I needed food to take away the stress and the pain. I'd never felt this before, and such was its power over me that I went down to the kitchen where Jason happened to be passing. A hastily thrown together lunch later, and we resumed our earlier conversation. "So have you calmed down yet?" he asked. We were sitting on the couch. "Don't, alright? I'm still mad at you. But yes, I'm more together now. If you're done being a jerk." "Listen, Mary..." "Don't call me that." "I don't have a choice. Neither do you for that matter. Listen Mary, our moms put us in this situation because they think we need to be taught some kind of lesson. They're not going to end this until we've learned that lesson." "That marriage is tough. Fine, I get it, let's go find them." "You're a smart woman, Mary, (I could see the pleasure in his face as he called me that, sneaky jerk) and I know that you know it's not that simple. We need to succeed at this if we want to get past it." "That's easy for you to say. You don't have to deal with THIS." I pointed down to my body. "What's it...like? I mean, how does it look under your clothes?" "I don't know, I can't even look at myself. I feel physically sick, Jason. My body makes me want to throw up." "You're not...all that bad." "Yeah, right." "Well, sure, your waist makes you look like a spinning top, but your face is...okay." "Thanks, I feel SO much better." "You're not...fat...but...well, yeah you're fat but you're not like mega fat. You're not obese, just...short and...fat...ish." "Stop. Just stop talking about...my body. Let's talk about something else." "Okay. So I think we need to play along with this. Let's be husband and wife for a while. I'll go to work and you stay here and do housework, okay?" "What a great deal," I replied dryly. "Do you have a better idea?" "No. Fine, I'll do the chores around here." "And we need to have sex." "WHAT?" "I'm just kidding. I don't think I could anyway." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I just mean you're not really...my type." I folded my arms. "Because of my weight?" "Well...yeah, kinda, a little." "Thanks Jason, you're a real friend." "Hey, don't go taking it personal. Why would you care anyway?" "I don't." "Are you...gay?" "No!" "But you're a chick now. Do you like dicks?" "No! Will you act your age?" "I just don't get why it bothers you. Why the hell would you want to turn me on?" "I don't, so drop it." "Okaayyyyyyyyyyy." To his credit, he did. We managed to pass the rest of the day reasonably amicably with the only stumbling block coming when it came to mealtime. Apparently this was my job now. I argued a little, but with Jason the breadwinner I had to pull my own weight (go on, make a joke. I dare you). When we retired to bed we agreed we'd continue to share a bed but would sleep back to back. We slept. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up the next morning with a renewed sense of optimism. I can't say exactly what caused it, but maybe it was because I'd gotten so much out of my system the previous day. I'd done my door-slamming, I'd done my shouting, and somewhere after that lay a sense of relief I guess. I got out of bed before Jason and had a brisk shower with my eyes closed. After that, I made breakfast. I even started the hoovering while Jason was sat at the kitchen table with his paper. He looked smart in his suit, very smart. Handsome even, in a purely enviable way. I didn't fancy him or anything, but if I could get to his age (the real me, that is) and look like that I'd be doing pretty well for myself. I hovered around the doorway as he double-checked the contents of his suitcase. "Well, I guess that's me," he said. "Wish me luck." "Good luck. Have a...a good day, yeah?" "Thanks, darling." I wanted to smack him round the back of the head for that remark, but he played it so coolly I wasn't even sure he knew he'd said it. He turned to me unexpectedly, and there was a moment where we made the motion of moving towards each other, almost as if we might share a kiss before he left. I recovered my senses and patted him on the arm instead. He almost looked disappointed but got on his way to work. He closed the door behind himself and I rubbed my hands together. Now for my plan of action. I made my way upstairs and to the bedroom, shedding my gown. Now, let me be clear at this point before I go any further: I hate this body. I hate being this age, I hate being a woman, I hate all of it. However, with all that I had to deal with now I had at least one thing: an opportunity. Because I admit it, I've given women a lot of stick when it comes to their weight. I hate seeing a fat woman, because all I can see is what she could be. Even if she ain't the prettiest, she could at least get herself trim and a nice figure. And who knows? Maybe a little plastic surgery afterward. I've heard it all before though, about how hard it is and how I'll never understand and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Point is, I had a chance now to prove everyone wrong. I knew how to work out, how to stay in shape, and not being employed meant I had all the time in the world to shed this crap. I took out a pair of jogging pants, pink with black lettering, the only pair of pants I had that fit me. I dragged a sports bra over my big saggy tits and with some effort managed to get them into a shapely bust. Then I pulled on the hoodie that matched the pants. Wow, I even had a pair of Sketchers. I stepped out onto the front lawn and stopped, mouth open. I couldn't believe it: this was our street! I looked up and down it several times to be sure, but there was no doubt that this was it. Our house (mine and Jason's) had been unused for around two months now, back in our reality. "This is insane," I gasped. I thought about going over to my real home and confronting my mom, but I'm sure she wouldn't have kept us on the same street if it would be so easy for me to confront her. I decided to get on with the running and talk to Jason about it later. I launched into a sprint, or tried to anyway. My knees lacked the power to really get me going and my shorter legs couldn't cover ground half as well as they used to. My thighs chafed against each other and my hips swayed like a saucer. My breasts, though contained, still shook against my chest as I plodded heavily onwards. I jogged. I jogged and jogged and jogged. The world around me passed in a blur. My knees ached, my body gushing sweat from every pore. A sense of nausea filled my wobbling belly and I forced myself to stop. I leaned on a wall, gasping desperately for breath. I must have run for miles. I looked to see how far I'd come. The next street. I couldn't believe it. I'd only made it as far as the next street. I felt like crying, could actually feel the tears stinging my eyes. How? How could that be possible? Something passed me in a blur, before doubling back. "Mrs. Contrary?" To be addressed in that way was enough to make my head spin. To be addressed that way by this particular person made me feel as if I'd fallen off the edge of the Earth. Angelica Meyer was staring as me inquisitively. She was dressed in her running clothes, the lyrcra shorts and shorts bra. Her exposed belly was chiselled. "A-Angelica," I gasped. "H-how are you, um, dear?" "Fine thank you. Um...are you?" "Oh yes, yes, yes," I stammered. For some stupid reason or another I was still trying to act cool. Oh man, if I still had a dick it would have been rock solid at the moment. "Just a little...exercise." "Oh. Wow, I didn't know that you...um...well, that's great! Are you sure you're okay though?" My mind was running a lot faster than I had been. Some crazy part of me was still trying to turn this into an advantage. What if we hit the gym together? And then showered together afterwards? Oh, how I wanted to make that happen, crazy or not. In the end, the best I could come up with was "Fine, but thank you, dear. You're very sweet. You run along and don't mind me." "Okay, I'll see you later, Mrs. Contrary. Say hi to your husband for me." "I will." She ran off down the street, her perfect buttocks and hips moving enticingly. I tried to run some more, to keep up and follow the show, but I was beat. I went back to the house, my head low. When Jason found me I was curled up on the couch with a bottle of wine. My memory is hazy of what exactly we said to one another. I learned the hard way that I couldn't take nearly so much alcohol as a woman than I could as a man. I remember being upset and maybe even cried (I really hope I didn't, but feel somehow that I did). What I do know is that when I woke up I was still on the couch. It was morning and I'd had a blanket draped over me by who could only have been Jason. It was late in the morning and it seemed he'd already gone to work. Feeling a little worse for wear I picked myself up and went upstairs to shower. The shower was another eyes-closed affair. I still couldn't handle looking at my body and yesterday's episode only made it all feel worse. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I was going to grab a second for my hair when I saw something in the back garden from the window. The back gate was unlocked. That was certainly an issue, because there were a lot of dogs in this neighbourhood. If any of them snuck in they would make a horrible mess of the lawn. Quite how the gate had been left unlocked was lost on me, maybe it had been Jason hurrying about with something. Either way, I couldn't leave it open or I'd have a horrible mess to clean. I hurried downstairs in my towel. I stepped into the back garden and tip-toed quickly across the lawn, slamming the gate shut. No biggie. Prevention certainly was cheaper than the cure. Or so I thought. That was when a sudden breeze came out of nowhere. Before I realised what was happening my towel was lifted up, stripped from my body and floating over the garden fence. I squealed, my hands covering myself as best they could. I scarpered over back to the house. The door had slammed shut in the breeze. I tried the handle. It was locked. Oh. No. I looked around in a panic to make sure no-one could see me, then ran over to the bushes that lined our fence. I hunched over. Oh my gosh, what was I going to do? I couldn't get back inside. I thought about going over to mom's, but that would mean travelling past a number of houses. Plus I really didn't want her to see me like this. I was horrified. I felt like a disgusting great blob out in the wilderness, and that anyone who saw me would instantly lose their lunch. I stayed low to the ground. Thankfully it was warm and the wind wasn't too bad. Sometime later though and a new problem emerged: I needed the bathroom. I pretty much knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it until Jason came back and allowed me to get back into the house, this was a problem I had to solve here and now. I say solve, but have to be honest and say there weren't really any other options open to me than what I did next. I moved lower into the bush and squatted down. I tried to balance, to rest my hands on my knees the way a sumo does, but as it had been demonstrated several times before I had no balance. My broad hips swayed and my round butt made me topple backwards. The stress on my bladder was already near breaking point, so I didn't have the time to get into a better position. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the floor. I squatted on all fours like some kind of beast. How had even the simplest thing become so complicated? A couple of days ago I would have simply stood and used my penis; now look at me. My drooping breasts hung, the nipples catching against the soft blades of grass. There was the slightest tingle as they stiffened, pronouncing themselves against my dark areolas. The pressure on my bladder finally passed. I peed and heard it pattering on the grass. I felt more vile, more exposed, more humiliated than I ever had in my whole life. On the other hand, I was vaguely aware that this was the low point. I couldn't be in a worse position than this, I couldn't feel more awkward or ashamed and in a weird sort of way it was liberating. It also occurred however, that if Jason came home late I might be forced to...well, poop like this. No, please, that was the one thing that could be worse than this. I picked a leaf from the bush and gave myself a subtle wipe. Then I went back to a drier part of the garden and waited for the return of my husband. Jason arrived after what felt like a very long time. Seeing me from the kitchen window, he opened the door. He understandably looked perplexed as I waddled in stark naked. "Mary? What on earth?" "I went outside and the door slammed shut," I shivered. Even though it wasn't cold the breeze had been consistent and had left me feeling rather chill. I hopped up and down on my toes. "What are you doing?" "Trying to warm up." My rolls of fat bounced as I hopped. I held onto my breasts for dear life but couldn't hold down anything else. "Stop staring!" "I can't," he grinned. "It's kind of mesmeric." "Fuck you." He swatted me across my broad butt. "Ow!" "Sorry darling, but I can't permit you swearing. It's not ladylike." "Don't do that again, I mean it." "Why? You need to warm up, so...exercise!" He swatted again, smiling. "Come on, bitch. Get jogging!" He was playing, I knew that. And even then I wanted to tell him off, but I didn't. I can only put it down to having already been embarrassed beyond measure to the point it didn't matter anymore. That and the fact this situation was so completely ridiculous, plus that we were such close friends, but what I did next I didn't even see coming myself. I giggled. "Stop it!" "Come on, bitch. Move it!" "Jason, I mean it!" I giggled helplessly. "Get those fat thighs in motion." He swatted again and I started to run. "Leave me alone!" I said it, but didn't mean it. He gave chase and the whole thing brought out a giddiness in me I'd never felt before. I pumped my arms hard as I ran around the coffee table, my saggy breasts flapping up and down like empty sacks. Jason stayed deliberately behind me, swatting harder and harder so that my buttocks wobbled like jelly. "Look at you, sweating already." "I can't help it!" "You've got hips like a saucer." "Go away!" The chemistry we suddenly had between us was strange. It was so much like our normal friendship, the teasing and one-upmanship, except he was holding all the cards in the ultimate version of this game. For the moment anyway. I backed breathlessly into a wall with him bearing down on me. "Look at you, a big sweaty mess," he teased. "Okay, okay, you....you..." I was about to say 'you win' but then I saw it. "You...you've...oh my gosh, you've got an erection!" His face went red. "No, I haven't!" Impossible as it seemed, I suddenly had my own leverage. "Yes you have! Or what's this?" I reached over and patted the rigid column in his pants. I wouldn't have done that before, in fact the mere thought of touching another man's penis would have left me feeling quite ill, but adrenaline was ruling my head and I did it anyway. "That's..." "What? A pen in your pocket? You've got a stiffy! Do you like my tits or something?" "No!" "The idea of a big, fat sweaty wife turn you on? Don't lie, you can't deny it now." I don't know how turned on I was myself, but I did want to take this opportunity to get back at him in this game of dare. I unzipped his pants, letting it fall out. Oh my gosh, it was big. "I think you're the one turned on," he said. "Look at you, wanting to see a man's cock.' "That little thing? Underwhelming." "Then why are you licking your lips?" "I'm not!" "You'll be begging me to put this in you." "You wish. You're not man enough anyway." "Wanna bet?" "You can't catch me anyway." That was about one of the dumbest things I ever said. I tried to run past him, only for his hand to catch my arm. I tumbled onto my back, grabbing his leg and taking him with me. I found myself looking up at him. "Go on," I gasped breathlessly. "I dare you." "You wish." "Don't back down now, little man. I fucking dare you." "Open your thighs then, bitch." I did, and felt something so strange wash over me; I'd opened up my most secretive part, degraded myself on an animalistic level that was so, so satisfying. I was wet, and I knew what had caused it. It was being the thing that had made him so hard, me, this disgusting, flabby round thing had made him hard, made him want me, taken him to a point he wanted to fill me with himself. I found the sight of his rigid cock satisfying. And just like that he slipped it in me. "You like that?" he asked. "You like a nice big dick in you?" "I can barely feel it," I taunted. He thrust, and I definitely felt that. Not that I wanted to let on. "That all you got?" That was when he moved in. There was a moment when out hot breath intermixed, a split second where I realised what was about to happen. Then we kissed. His tongue wrestled with mine, fighting for dominance and I gave back in an equal amount. He withdrew and started thrusting harder. I had no leverage, my round body going back and forth as he pounded my pussy. He asked me if I felt like giving him any more smart talk and I tried, believe me I tried, but every time I opened my mouth there were only the moans. I tried to keep up a show of resistance to his sudden domination, just a few provocative shoves and grunts, but I knew I'd lost. My saggy tits slapped back and forth, my arms too concentrated on stopping me from rolling over backwards to stop them. Jason just laughed at them. They even caught me on the chin a couple of times. Then came the moment. Jason climaxed hard, his groin slamming hard into mine in uncontrollable spasms. That set me off too and I let out a sound I didn't know I was capable of producing. We lay on the floor in a sweaty, sticky mess, and neither one of us could stop smiling. The next two days were more of the same. We flirted, teasing each other in the unique way our friendship allowed us to. I knew that my body alone couldn't turn him on, and in that way I had to be creative. I'd send him texts at work, getting him riled up for his return home. Other times I'd put myself in an embarrassing situation and wait for him to take the bait. Teasing me about my missing penis was one of his favourites, it seemed to empower him. But then that empowerment would cause him to harden, and then it was my turn to take power from that. It was a constant game, a daring, thrilling, utterly exciting game. We had overcome an important hurdle, taken the condition of my body, that had at one time repulsed the both of us, and turned it into a thing to bond over. There was a change in the way he treated me after the sex. He was caring, and spoke to me gently, touched me gently. I didn't find it nearly as patronising as I thought I might. It was at this point I started thinking. "I've been thinking," I said, as I was washing the dishes. He was sat at the table, reading the paper. "What's that?" he asked. "I think we can do this." "Do what?" "THIS. Our...situation. Jason, we're doing so well. We've stopped fighting. If we can carry on like this, I really think we have a shot at convincing our moms to change us back." His interest was piqued. "How do we do that then?" "I have a plan, but we're not ready yet." "No?" "A week." "A week for what?" "For me to nail this...this whole woman-housewife thing." "You think you can do that in a week?" "I can if..." "If...?" "If I have your support. I still feel a little on the ropes with this, Jason. I'm not as strong...physically or mentally, as I was before all this. I need you. I need a...a husband." "You need me to be your rock." I didn't see it coming. He got up from his chair there and then, walked across the kitchen and grasped my dripping-wet hands. "Let's do it." Exactly one week later, I knocked at the door of my old house. My mom answered. The second she saw me, she slipped into acting mode. "Oh, Mary, how nice to see you." Seeing her was a little jarring; I'd outgrown her a few years ago, and had been suitably proud of doing so, but now we were back on a more or less equal level. I might've even been shorter without my heels. I could see the expectancy in her face, that waiting for me to beg her to change us back. I didn't. "How are you, Diane?" I replied. Calling her by her first name sure was weird. I could tell she was shocked, but she hid it well, I have to say. "Well enough, thank you. Yourself?" "Oh, very good. My husband Jason and I were just talking. It seems like a long time since we chatted last. How would you and Jane like to come over for a meal this evening?" "That...would be very interesting - - I mean, lovely." "Great. See you at seven?" "Wonderful." To their credit, they turned up on the dot, and you should have seen their faces when I greeted them at the door in a new dress, an apron around my waist. I kept up the charade, referring to them by their first names and asking them questions I really knew the answers to. It was strangely fun, a little like roleplay. I handed them over to my husband while I saw to the meal. My next thrill came in a double-dose. First there was the look on their faces as I produced the food (okay, so Jason and I had eaten the same meal for five days in a row just so I could perfect it, but that's our secret), then there was their response to the taste, which was...well, okay...borderline orgasmic. We chatted away the evening, mine and Jason's hands never apart for more than two minutes. We traded smiles; we had our moms dead to rights and we knew it. The confirmation came just a short while later from 'Diane'. "Okay, that's enough," she smiled. "You win. You passed the test, well done." "Test?" replied Jason. "That doesn't seem a strong enough word for all we've been through." "But look at how well you've done," said Jane. "We can both see how you've matured together, and it's going to improve your lives so much you can't imagine." "Improvement starts with improvement of the self," Diane nodded. "We didn't really have much choice though, did we?" I said. "Do you hate us for it?" "No, I guess not. We could have though." "We had faith you wouldn't," Diane replied. "Why?" I grinned. "Because you'd put a spell on us if we did?" She stuck out her tongue. "Well, anyway, a deal's a deal. We can change you back right now if you like, or have to return to your normal selves when you wake in the morning." Jason and I looked at each other. "Actually...we had a talk and...we'd like to ask you something." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- A year had passed since the whole ordeal. Jason, looking like his original self again, smiled at me. I smiled back. His eyes travelled the length of my body, taking in the long white gown that covered my slender form. I tightened my fingers around the bouquet in my hand. Our mums were on the front row of our gathered families, and had their handkerchiefs out already. When he'd seen me march up the aisle, he'd told me I was the most beautiful girl in the room. I believed him too. Not in a particularly vain way, but when you've been a forty-something, overweight woman, and you get to wind back all those years to when you were, young, slim and pretty, it does a great deal for your self-esteem. It also helped that a 'minor spell' had replaced everyone's memories of me as Marty with those of me as Mary. Well, everyone except the four of us, of course. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered. "I want you," he replied. "Now and forever." "You've seen my older self. You know how...big I might get." "You were never that big. Anyway, I don't care about little details like that." He grinned. "What do you think I am, vain?" "Well, for what it's worth, I'm determined never to end up that way." "I know. But it won't change anything if you do." "I know." "So then," the reverend said. "Are we ready to begin?" We both nodded in unison. THE END Thanks for reading, guys n' gals! Please be sure to comment and let me know what you think! I haven't decided yet what I'll write next, so please let me know what aspects of my stories you like! Have a great day, BD xxx