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"No Juan...Daddy just won't let me be with you," Stacey said amongst impassioned kisses from her Latin lover. Stacey's father forbade her from seeing Juan since she had gotten pregnant from him. "It's ok babe...I've got a plan to make your dad understand what we have," Juan said as he pulled away from Stacey looking her in the eyes. Juan's eyes were a beautiful emerald green that Stacey just couldn't help but get lost in. Stacey was a gorgeous girl with an average physique including her noticeable baby bump. At seven months pregnant, her tits were a good C-cup and she had long Brunette hair usually curled or pulled back in a ponytail. She had beautiful grey eyes atop a very demure face that were windows to a very tame soul. Juan was so in love with Stacey as he continued his assault on her lips while rubbing their unborn child; their lips met with passion only for Stacey to pull away this time. "Juan what do you mean you have a plan?" Stacey said as he began to unbuckle his pants; the backseat of his car was discreet for all of life's fun. "Let's just say I met some woman today that promised your dad would understand everything about us in no time at all. In fact, she said by the end of the week he would LOVE me. She was super nice and gave me her blessing!" he said excitedly as his massive cock sprung out from his pants. "Now come on give Juanito some loving over here," he said to Stacey as he pointed as his dick. "Ok fine but make sure you get me home right away after we're done. I have to pack for the mother-daughter retreat that my mom planned. I won't be back for a week," she said sadly as she placed her hand around the base of his shaft. Juan frowned at her statement yet sneaked a smile as he could just tell that woman's promise was going to come true...he just felt it. Kris hated that his daughter was so in love with some boy. Why couldn't she have just focused on school and be in it to win it with good grades and success? "I'm sick and tired of her prancing around all the time. It's exactly how she got knocked up in the first place." Kris roared from the living room attempting to illicit a response from his wife, Emily. Kris and Emily were as solid as a rock, not much was able to upset the balance in their relationship. "Kris honey...don't you remember that we were high school sweethearts?" Emily cooed from the kitchen as she slaved away at the stove. Kris sighed as he remembered that one of the main reasons for that happening was because he had knocked Emily up. It was his senior year and like Stacey, Emily was a sophomore when they started dating. Emily's parents didn't approve of Kris either but in the end, he won them over with the love that he showered Emily with. Just then Kris heard the front door to the house slam shut. "Mom, Dad...I'm Back! Sorry I'm late I got held up with science tutoring." Stacey yelled hoping that her parents would buy the excuse. Her pussy was still sopping wet from her time with Juan. She gave her mother a kiss and continued to walk towards the living room. "Hi daddy," Stacey said gleefully as she made her way over to him to give him a kiss. "I'll be downstairs in a bit for dinner I just want to go take a shower and pack for the trip!" she exclaimed as she made her way upstairs hurriedly. Kris let out a long sigh as he mustered himself from the couch to seat himself at the table. "Don't worry Kris...It'll all be fine...trust me. I just have a feeling you'll come to understand this whole thing soon enough. Plus...she'll be with me for the week so you won't have to worry about a thing this week. Just enjoy yourself and this nice summer weather!" Emily said as she placed the casserole dish on the table smiling at her husband. Kris nodded and reached for a heaping pile of casserole for his dish. "Hmmmm that's weird...Stacey never came to dinner. Do you think she's alright Kris?" Emily said as she stripped her clothes down to her bare- naked self. Sex tonight was going to be amazing...It had been awhile since they had been intimate since Emily was on her period. Kris nodded keeping conversation to a minimum as his eye was set on Emily's dainty snatch. Kris was in awe as to how he ended up marrying one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. And no, it wasn't just the inside of Emily that was beautiful, the outside was a story in itself. She had long blond hair which cascaded to the back of her bodacious ass. It was thick and fat yet her body shape was super fit with a perfect hourglass figure. Even after having Stacey, she continued to radiate beauty. The years had been good to both of them as Kris himself was also very fit for his age. He had a medium build with the classic dad bod look which Emily craved. His hair was a thick black and cut short and he felt especially manly tonight that's for sure. Kris laid back on the bed pulling his Cock out from his boxer brief slit. He stroked it up and down gazing at his wife's private show as it continued to expand, it capped around 8 inches or so. Emily placed her hand on his shaft as he continued to lay back. The feeling of her warm soft hands against his member made him increase in hardness. She slowly placed her lips over his cock while staring him in the eye. She kissed it once...twice...three...the whole mouth! She slowly began to descend from the top down, breathing through her nose as she rose up and down. The rhythm was clear and defined and natural and primal all at once. Emily gasped Kris's cock sprung from her mouth with a loud *pop* noise. She grinned as she raised herself up standing directly above his cock. She slowly began to descend her slit atop his cock. She took her time allowing Kris the insane pleasure of feeling himself escape into her inch by inch. She began to moan as she bobbed up and down on his cock as did he from the warm enveloping love of her vagina. Kris began to feel himself tense up. "Emily...I-I-I- Can----" And with that he felt himself explode inside of Emily as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Oh Kris nooooo," she cooed as he began to shrink out of her until all that remained was a sad, spent, little penis. "You didn't even let me finish," she said as she folded her arms. He leaned up and reached for her wrapping her in his arms. "I'm sorry baby...Maybe we can do a morning quickie before you leave." He winked as the two cuddled together under the covers. "What a day," thought Kris...What a day. Sleep came quickly to Kris and he was happy about the fact that his daughter would be under careful watch for the next week. No Boys, no late nights, just pure mother-daughter time. As he closed his eyes his world began to spin as he entered his land of dreams. ********************************** Kris felt funny as his head continued to spin violently. He opened his eyes gripping his forehead in agony only to see something totally unfamiliar. Kris was on his back however his ceiling of his house now looked to be the hood of an old 67' Impala. As he sat up he looked outside of the car window to see his daughter's high school except there were no kids and no other cars. Strange he said as he put a hand to the window he gasped as he looked at his fingernails, they were painted a bright neon yellow. He placed the fingers to his face only to feel that his face was much, much softer, his stubble was completely gone! He looked in the rearview mirror and screamed as to what he saw. He saw a young girl, about seventeen, with poofy, curly, black hair and a giant bow that said "SPIRIT" atop her head. The look was panic as he realized the girl was himself most likely freshly done with cheer practice as her outfit was a Black and white top which read the letters "VHS" or "Valley High School" for short that expressed his midriff. He was also wearing a very short black skirt and knee high black socks with a pair of Black and White Adidas Superstars. He began to panic but then realized it was all just a dream. He shut his eyes and kept them held closed tight. "Just wake up... Just wake up... Just wake up," he continued to say but to no avail. When he opened his eyes he saw a figure sitting next to him quietly seated facing the driver's side seat. The figure was shady and hazy with no real discernable features. It slowly turned its head to face Kris as he began to inch his back against the other side of the car door, pulling at the door attempting to free himself from this nightmare. The doors were shut tight and clearly there was no escape. The figure had no eyes or mouth yet it spoke clearly to Kris. "Your wish to understand your daughter's plight will be granted should you accept the offer. In a week's time, you shall know full well the ordeal that currently affects your daughter. You shall become... equals." "This is the most fucked up dream I've probably ever had...and you're telling me that I'll be able to understand my daughter?" Kris questioned the figure as he slowly sat upright facing it with a quizzical gaze. His high pitched female voice almost through him off guard as it felt so natural to him. "And all I have to do is say yes to you and you'll end this dream?" The figure remained silent for a few seconds only to reply with a cold and dark, "Yes Kristy." Kris knew in his head that the answer was a definite NO but for some reason something was telling him...no...pulling him to mouth the opposite and as quickly as the entity replied, Kris replied with a soft and sensual, "Yes." ************************************************** No sooner had he said yes did an immense wave of pleasure overcome Kris. The figure inched closer towards Kris placing its hand on his soft feminine thigh. The figure's touch was warm as Kris bit his lip. The figure continued to stroke his thigh ever so lightly. There were no fingernails or definitions but Kris could feel the pointedness of nails as they slid up and down. On instinct Kris took his hand and put it down his pants, moving his panties to the side as he plunged inside of his newly feminine slit. It all felt so real he couldn't believe that it was a dream. "Do you like this Kristy...do I make you wet with pleasure. Do you want me to seal this deal with pleasure?" the figure said as it continued its assault on Kris's body. "Make---Makeee---me yours," Kris said amongst heavy breathing. The figure snapped its fingers flipping Kris on his backside. His panties began to descend on their own accord below his sneakers. Kris' top slowly dematerialized until all that lay atop him was his black sports bra. He gasped in amazement as his bra slowly disappeared revealing his supple, pert breasts. The figure lowered itself below his skirt until the head was out of view. Kris reached and writhed as the warm feeling of lips and tongue came to meet his nether regions. He didn't understand what was happening as the figure clearly had no features but, like before with the fingernails, he was taken away from his thoughts by the pleasure. The tongue zigzagged up and down his little clit making him wetter and wetter by the minute. And then suddenly he felt a sort of impalement...the figure lifted his legs in the air as he looked at his sneakers. It quickly and precisely proceeded to rail Kris's lovebox to which caused a wave of ecstasy to overflow Kris. He began to moan high-pitched feminine moans as the pace of the fucking continued. Kris was suddenly forced upright as the figure sat upright placing him directly over his cock. Kris placed his sneakers on the entity's legs as he rode the thick hard shaft. "Faster--Faster--Faster. God fucking damnit it was amazing," thought Kris as he continued to bounce up and down. "You are now mine Kristy. You shall understand your daughter come next week as her equal counterpart," the figure said as it exploded inside of Kris's sopping wet pussy. He felt gush after gush of warm fluid as he looked, mouth agape, in awe at the figure. It snapped its fingers one last time and Kris's vision went black as his head continued to spin. ************************************** Beep, beep, beep. The morning alarm was blaring as Kris groggily reached over slamming his hand down hard on the snooze button. Just then he realized he was no longer in the dream and Emily was no longer here. He tried to wrap his head around the dream but all he could focus on was the massive amount of nausea that he had in his stomach. He leapt out of bed and ran straight for the toilet just barely making it as the contents of the night before escaped his mouth into the bowl. "Strange," thought Kris and no sooner did he think that did he feel the need to throwup yet again. He hated throwing up and he hated the sound of it as well. All throughout the early stages of Stacey's pregnancy, it was constant throw up and it was fucking miserable. As he sat beside the toilet, he remembered more of the dream and how everything felt so incredibly visceral. He looked down at himself and saw his penis still staring him straight in the face, but he could have sworn he felt something genuinely impaling him last night through a now non-present hole. As he stood up he looked himself in the mirror assessing his facial features. His hair was still short and black however his face seemed flush yet smooth at the same time. Kris put his hand up to his face to feel skin as soft as a baby's bottom. Strange and unusual as it was all Kris could do was send himself back to bed. He felt that all of the energy had just been sucked out of him. By the seventh time of throwing up Kris decided to call the doctor's office to get an appointment. "Hi is Dr. Franks in? This is Kris Richards, is there any chance I can come in for a look-see? I'm not feeling so hot and I've been throwing up a lot today," Kris said weakly over the phone. "Well you say he's out for the rest of the week? Is there any way I can get in to see another doctor?" Kris asked a little peeved at the situation. "No!? They're booked solid with appointments this week and what's that!? Oh...just up fluid intake and follow the BRAT diet?! It'll go away it's probably a virus?" Kris responded angrily. "Ok well thank you...I guess," Kris said as he hung up the phone and plummeted back into the cradle of his bed. He had always hated his doctor's office and Emily always hounded him to think of switching to another office...boy was she right. His nausea had subsided a fair bit but he still felt uneasy knowing that no one was there to help him. He sighed as he tried to fall back asleep putting his worries out of his mind. ************************************ When Kris awoke next it was dark outside. He reached for his phone on his nightstand checking the time. It was 7 PM...the NEXT DAY! "Wow...I was really tired...I must've slept through the whole night and day!" Kris still felt some mild nausea but it was nothing he couldn't tolerate, it was a definite improvement over yesterday though. Images of his dream kept returning to him, although things were not what they appeared to be. Kris pictured the school from looking out of the window of the car but he remembered there being students and teachers galore. "Oh my god...I had sex in broad daylight and people probably saw me!" Kris thought as he began to panic and bite his nails. As he removed his fingers from his mouth he looked down at them; they were neatly maintained yet a little longer than usual. "Huh, that's really strange," said Kris as he now was appalled at the fact that he was biting his perfect nails. Kris's stomach was roaring and it pulled him away from his thoughts of public indecency. "Time to eat some food I guess," Kris said as he rolled himself out of bed. As his feet hit the floor his view of the room seemed a little different, things seemed a bit higher up than normal. For instance, Kris remembered being a good 3 inches taller than the bedroom armoire, however now he almost was at eye level with the thing. "Oh well no big deal maybe it's all the sleeping. I just need to stretch out," Kris said as he continued downstairs. His hunger was ravenous by now and he quickly ran to the fridge taking everything he could find. Leftover casserole, Lasagna, ice cream, pickles. He plated it all scrounging it down like it had been weeks since he'd eaten. As the night went on, Kris could not stop eating and finally he felt the wall of fullness. He let a loud burp out that lasted for a few seconds out after finally raising himself from the table. He walked toward the fridge looking for one last little bit of something sweet however to his horror, the fridge was completely empty. "OH GOD DAMNIT," Kris yelled as he looked upon the empty fridge. It reminded him of Stacey and how much food she constantly ate and how he and Emily always had to provide for her. He hated how expensive she was to him and he abhorred the fact that now he was going to have to go out in the morning to grab some more food at the store. He looked down to his belly as he patted the pudge smiling to himself. It felt a little hard to the touch but he crocked it up to some mild bloating. Kris yawned and stretched...all the food he had eaten was putting him into a massive food coma. He ascended the stairs again to his room to where he fell atop his bed closing his eyes. ***************************** Kris awoke on his own accord the next morning. He reached for his phone grabbing it to check the time and it read 11 AM. "Perfect at least I won't feel as lousy as yesterday," Kris thought. A roar from his stomach indicated his trip to the store was imminent. Kris looked down at his stomach placing a hand on it. It was still distressed from his binge of eating...it almost looked bigger since yesterday, it also had a round shape to it and felt tight. He continued rubbing it looking at his nails all-the-while as well they looked to be back to normal. He couldn't believe he was biting his perfect nails and ruined them but it looks like they were able to repair themselves from the minimal damage he did. Kris hopped out of bed making his way to the bathroom for his morning routine. As he passed the mirror, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. He walked toward the mirror getting close enough to lean on the vanity to get a closer looked. His face was smoother and there were no traces of any facial hair. It had been three days since he last shaved, he should at least have something up there. His hair also looked a little longer too and it was strange...it looked fuller too. His eyes worked their way down his body past his bulbous midsection causing them to widen as he located his penis. It looked smaller to Kris almost. He took it in his hand trying to elicit an erection. He stroked hard thinking about his dream from the few nights ago. His mind went back to the car fucking and how the figure railed his pussy. His dick was now at full attention and before he could stop to assess its length, Kris exploded a tiny amount of cum on the vanity. He saw his seed dripping from the countertop and he placed a hand below catching it in the palm of his hand. He looked at it as his mouth began to water yet quickly placed his hand under the water embarrassed at the thoughts he was having: he wanted to eat his own cum. He quickly cleaned the rest and jumped in the shower, still embarrassed at the whole ordeal. Not only did he want to eat it but also he was more ashamed at the fact that he got off to the idea of him being fucked. The shower's warm embrace calmed Kris as his anxiousness diffused into pleasure. The warm water cascaded over his skin as he continued to rub his taut, pudgy belly. His belly produced a loud rumbling, which quickly took Kris away from his pleasure. "I better get to the store quick, as much as I'd love staying in here ALL day!" Kris exclaimed as he turned the water off, reaching for his towel. "Let's go get some clothes," he said aloud. Why did he do that? Who did he think he was talking to? "Oh well probably just an impulse thing," Kris said. ******************************* As the cool air inside of his bedroom hit his moist skin, Kris shivered ever so slightly. He needed clothes and fast. He scrounged around in his dresser pulling out a pair of fresh boxers. As he slid them on he realized how tight they were with his belly being the way it was. The elastic band began to cut into his soft skin as he began to tear up. "I guess Jeans or shorts are out of the question today," he said as he located a pair of black sweatpants. The sweats comforted his belly as they fit snuggly against the base. "Strange how sensitive this thing it," Kris thought as continued searching for a shirt. He found a white tank top buried inside of his dresser. It looked perfect and as he slid it on it, the softness of the material made him almost burst in his pants. It wrapped his belly up in its confines as it was stretched tight over it. He looked in the mirror as the tank top made his belly even more pronounced. "It's only for a few hours," he thought as he proceeded to grab his socks and put them on. Last came the pair of shoes; he searched his room for his sneakers and found them buried under his clothes from the past few days. He slid them on his feet and took a step but quickly his shoe fell right off. "What the fuck?" Kris questioned as he turned to see one of his sneakers by its lonesome self. He sat on the bed, taking the other shoe off just as easily as the first one fell off. He looked at his feet to see that they were smaller. In fact the socks he was wearing...they were a pair of Stacey's. He could tell because they had rainbow polka dots on them. "Ok this is getting fucking weird," Kris thought as he continued to look over his now feminine-sized feet. "Hopefully the doctor will be able to tell me what the fuck is going on next week," Kris said as he walked over towards Emily's walk-in closet. "Maybe Em has some sneakers I can grab," he said as he opened the door. He looked up and down and around however all that she had were heels and boots. "Fuck! She must've taken her sneakers to the retreat!" Kris exclaimed and then it hit him...Maybe Stacey had some spare shoes. He walked towards her room and hesitantly placed his hand on the door handle. He sighed as he opened it up to see the girly things inside: Pink walls, clothes strewn across the floor, stretchmark cream, and various other feminine items. He looked around the room spying not one but two beds. "When did Emily add a spare bed in here and why the fuck didn't she tell me?" he thought as he angrily made his way over to the closet. "It was expensive and besides, who would want to sleep in here?" he thought as he opened the door to the closet. Inside the closet was a plethora of teen girl clothes. He started to feel his manhood begin to swell up. As he dug through Stacey's jean shorts, camisoles, jeans, heels, maternity dressed and shirts he finally found her sneaker pile. He reached in finding a pair of white converse. "I guess these will have to do," Kris said as he sat on Stacey's bed sliding them on. They were a perfect fit. Another grumbling from his stomach caused him great panic. "Ok...seriously time to go," he said as he jumped off of Stacey's bed grabbing his keys and heading to his car. ***************************** Kris felt so foreign out and about dressed the way he was. Tank top, sweats, and sweet pair of girl sneakers...good lord this was a nightmare. As he continued to push the cart he found various items that called to his ever-growing hunger. Fruits, veggies, crackers, cheese, lunchmeat, eggs. Donuts, ice cream, pickles, snack-cakes, pie, cookies, pasta.... it all lined his cart until he could barely fit anything else into it. He was going to feast today and for the next few days and he was excited at the thought of all this food. As Kris walked to the checkout he saw a young boy at one of the lanes. He decided to venture towards his lane pushing his cart and leaving it at the end. There were two other people before him so he had some time. He looked to his left and saw a selection of magazines. Without even thinking about it he grabbed a Cosmo and began to read. Everything inside was juicy; makeup tips, dating advice, hell even raunchy sexcapades. "Mr. Richards...is that you?" Kris heard a voice call his name as it pulled him from the magazine. It was the boy...it was Juan. "Mr. Richards how are you?" Juan smiled at Kris as he began to scan his items. Kris didn't know why but he found Juan slightly appealing and if it was a friend of Stacey's, nay baby daddy, it was a friend of his. "Good to see you Juan, how is everything?" Kris asked as he placed a hand to his belly and proceeded to rub it while looking Juan up and down. "I'm great Mr. Richards I've been pretty busy here and at school. We have our summer practice sessions for the football team and they start tomorrow," Juan said as he continued scanning the copious amounts of food. "Oooo...that sounds so fun! I may have to stop by and watch some practice," Kris cooed as he caught a smile from Juan. "That sounds great Mr. Richards.... I'll see you there," he said smiling. "The total comes to...$643.72" "HOLY SHIT!" thought Kris as he looked at the pin pad. "Oh well.... that's why god made credit cards," he said laughingly as he swiped his charge card. "I'll see you tomorrow Juan," Kris said as he continued to rub his belly while pushing his kart. Juan couldn't believe it...Mr. Richards had actually spoken to him and didn't get upset at him. In the past Juan would be verbally berated and abused by Mr. Richards but this time was different. "That old lady's magic is really working," Juan thought as he watched Mr. Richards leave the store. **************************** Kris patted his belly...boy that linner was fantastic. It was strange though...why did he all of a sudden have this odd fixation on Juan. Before today, he had HATED Juan with a passion for knocking his daughter up. Kris was almost at the point of getting ready to put a restraining order on the kid but for some reason he didn't feel any animosity towards him today. But something inside of him clicked...He knew what he wanted and he knew what he needed. He needed Juan for himself. His cock began to spring to live. "I have the perfect idea right now," Kris thought as he ascended the stairs to his bedroom. He opened the drawers on his wife's side of the room. Scrounging through panties and bras he found the object he was looking for. Kris pulled out Emily's fake cock from her dresser, as he looked it up and down. It was about 10 inches long and it was a girthy model as well. He knew that she used this when he was away but now he was going to take it for a spin. "Let's relive that dream shall we?" Kris said to the fake cock as he giggled with glee. His erection was raging now and he quickly stripped off his sweats and boxers. He placed the cock to his lips as he began to purse them and kiss the tip. It was spongy and almost fun to do this as Kris began to lick it up and down. The cock glistened with his saliva as he placed it slowly in his mouth. He began to rub his belly, which made his cock even harder as it began to leak pre-cum on the sheets. He continued to suck the cock, taking it deeper and deeper, moaning and gasping for breath. He was a little bitch right now and he loved every second of it. All of the cock in the world could not satiate his hunger. He began to think of Juan and how deep down he wanted Juan's juicy cock to play with and suck. He didn't give a fuck about Emily anymore he just wanted sweet, sweet cock. As the fake dick popped from his moth he got on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Rubbing his belly he began to insert the cock into his tight ass. It stung and Kris moaned in pain as it descended deeper into his anus. "Oh Juan.... make me yours baby.... give me it all," he said as he continued to plow his ass with the cock increasing in speed. Just then, Kris jolted as a flutter came from his belly. A firm press came from within as he shoved the cock further into his ass sending him into a wave of pleasure. His tiny little cock erupted cum all over the bed. Squirt, after squirt landed atop the sheets. His hunger would not subside though and he needed to finish the act. He knelt close to the sheets bringing his face down. He smelled his creamy seed as he began to lick and eat his own baby batter. "Yum...so this is what girls and gay guys love about sex," Kris said as he swallowed every last drop. He kicked his converse off and stripped his tank top off as he lay on his cum-ridden sheets looking to the ceiling with hand on belly. "I really hate myself for what I just did...but god dammit it just felt so right," he said as tears began to stream down his face. "What was happening to him?" he thought as the tears came with more intensity. He couldn't hold back anymore...it was time to let it out. ************************************ The next morning Kris awoke to the sight of a rubber dick staring him in the face. "I must've passed out after everything last night," Kris said as he began to worry. He had no idea why these urges were coming but they kept rising and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to contain himself. He wasn't gay by any means but something deep within him was causing him to question his sexuality. Also...let's admit being face to face with a rubber cock doesn't really help one's cause. As he sit up he placed his hand to his belly...still the same size as yesterday. "Good no growth at all," Kris said as he arose from the bed. His hunger pangs had subsided yet he could still feel a rumbling in his belly. "As nice as Juan's offer was...I think I need a day to myself until I can get this under control," Kris said to himself as he plowed through his bacon and eggs. He decided a nice day in would be good for him in his fragile state. He went upstairs to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. There, Kris was met with a more worrisome problem as he began to notice his skin was now smooth and soft. There were no traces of hair anywhere. He looked all over his bod. His chest hair. Gone.... his back hair...gone. His leg hair...........gone... and to make matters worse, his pubic hair was gone as well. All that remain in his nether regions was a tiny little excuse of a cock. It looked to have shrunk to about 3 inches. He couldn't be any longer than 5 inches hard. Another thing he noticed as he continued to bathe was that his hair was now much longer. In fact it caressed his right shoulder blade as he was looking down at his pecker. He quickly rinsed his hair and stepped out of the shower backing away slowly in fright. Something was fucking with him and he needed help ASAP. He quickly dried off and without even thinking about it, grabbed one of Emily's hair-ties. He pulled his hair into a high ponytail while he scrounged through the drawers for clothes. Crap...nothing. He ran to Stacey's room and scrounged through her closet. Perfect, he thought. He grabbed a pair of dark denim Jeans, a white tank top, and a pair of her rainbow polka dot socks. He ran back upstairs looking over the floor where he found her white converse low-tops which he slid on his feet. Wait what was he doing why was he wearing Stacey's clothes....and why the fuck were they fitting him? Kris began to panic....it was instinct that drove him to do it....but why. Just then the doorbell rang. Kris shuddered as whoever he was going have to greet...he was going to have to greet them looking like a little teen tart. ***************************** Kris gazed through the eyehole and saw a short older woman standing at the foot of his doorstep. She rang the bell again and was just about to knock before Kris opened the door. "Excuse me ma'am...can I help you?" Kris said as the old lady's eyes widened upon the spectacle. All she saw was a man in drag...some quite convincing drag. "I need to talk to you sir....it's about what you're going through." Kris's eyes widened as he hurriedly invited her inside indicating space at the couch. He quickly followed behind as she trotted to the couch. "Do you need anything to drink? Water? Coffee? Tea?" he said sheepishly grinning. Everything was so strange and he didn't understand anything anymore. He decided the best thing to do was to just go with the flow. "You really shouldn't think like that dear...that whole go with the flow idea won't work out for you in the end," the old lady said as Kris's mouth dropped agape. How did she know what he was thinking? "Please come sit sir...I need to explain what's happening so you don't fuck it up anymore." He hesitantly obliged and sat next to the old woman eagerly waiting for her words to comfort him and tell him this will all be over soon. "The fact is....you had a pretty nasty spell put on you. While good intent the person that wanted this to happen didn't think carefully when they asked me to cast it." Kris's eyes widened and his brow furrowed to rage. She was the one that did this to him? "What's happening to you is a result of that 'dream' you had a few nights ago. Didn't you find it odd how real and lifelike it felt? And how accepting of everything you were in it. You don't find it odd that you were feeling everything that happened to you like it was actually real?" Her questions stabbed at Kris's soul. He knew it was weird and it was odd but at the same time he liked it. He was turned on by the whole ordeal. The submission...the sex. "When that eruption happened in your dream...it changed you. It turned you into the thing you despise most. You're becoming your daughter's equal on a personal and physical level. In seven days time you will be her twin sister Kristy." Kris's mouth dropped agape. "Wait. What the fuck lady? You're telling me I'll be just like Stacey by the end of the week. That's not right at all." But as he said that he knew what she said was right...he could feel the inner girl in him taking over. Between licking his own cum yesterday, to dressing in her clothes today. He knew he was becoming just like his daughter. "There's one more thing...that insatiable hunger. The constant desire for sex." Kris blushed as she said the word. "Your expanding waistline. Sweetie you're going to be a mother just like your daughter." Kris quickly looked down to his stomach as he began to panic. "HOW THE FUCK DO WE FIX THIS! I CAN'T BE A MOTHER. I'M HER FATHER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD THIS CAN'T BE!" Kris screamed as tears began to stream down his face. "All shall be reversed as long as you fight the urge to have sex with the person who wished this spell upon you. Unfortunately, I am old and my memory fades me as to what they look like. But I can assure you that as long as you abstain for the three days, everything will be back to normal." "I'll see you in three days Kris." The old lady smiled at him. Before he could reply she stood up and disappeared before his very eyes. Fuck.... *********************************** Kris was angry...who was the one that cast the spell on him. It must've been his lousy daughter she wanted him to feel everything she always felt. She wanted him to just lover her for who she was but in his mind, she was the little whore that ruined her life. Things were different between he and Emily and they are together because they actually want to be together. That fucker Juan doesn't really love Stacey...he just wanted to stick his dick in something. Kris was fueled with rage right now and nothing could tear him from this rage that is...until he felt movement in his belly. He placed his hand to his hard rounded belly as yet another movement came from within; he was pregnant with child. He rubbed his belly calmly. "Don't worry baby. Daddy is gonna figure this all out don't you worry," he said as he cooed to his belly; the feminine side in him was taking over yet again. Or Maybe....Just maybe...Emily was the one that had arranged this. She did say before she left that he would understand soon enough. At any rate he was safe as the people he believed to have cast the spell were not around and he wanted nothing to do with either of them at this moment. All he wanted was Juan. He remembered that Juan still had practice tomorrow at VHS. Well he knew what tomorrow was going to entail. He was going to go and visit Senor Juan and see if he could at least get his number. He felt giddy all over at the fact that he was going to be able to have some hot sex in this body and then afterwards, go right back to banging his wife out of anger. It truly was the best of both worlds he thought, as he ascended the stairs to his room to play with himself yet again. He shut the door behind him locking it. ********************************** There was no way he could hide this belly now. Kris looked down as his belly had grown during the night. It was a slight bit rounder and definitely produced a pregnant shape. Maybe he could just pass it off as weight gained from a binge-eating excursion. After all, Juan did ring him up for over $600 worth of food. He made his way yet again to Stacey's room to find some clothing. He needed to look hot for Juan today but not come off too strong. He decided on a pair of his daughter's black booty shorts and a plain yellow t-shirt. He also looked around in her shoe pile and pulled out a pair of black and white Nike shoes. They were Stacey's gym shoes...well they used to be. After she got all fat and pregnant she quit going to the gym. Kris looked at himself in the mirror. His hair fell to his shoulder and past it just a ways on both sides. He had such a full head of hair. As he admired his pregnant body he couldn't help that he was dressed just like a bee. He was going to definitely put his stinger in Juan and Stacey's relationship. The best thing is...Stacey would never know. He smiled as he grabbed his keys and drove off to the high school. The school parking lot was barren except for the various cars of the boys on the sports teams. On the soccer field Kris could see the junior varsity team kicking the ball back and forth. He turned to the turf field and there he saw the football team practicing their defensive plays. He saw Juan on the field doing what he loved best. Kris heard a noise come from the turf as he saw the coach blowing his whistle. The boys stopped what they were doing and headed off field into the locker rooms. "Hey Juan.... over here," Kris cried out as he waved in Juan's direction. Juan ran over to the edge of the fence stopping to catch his breath as his eyes met Kris's "Mr. Richards.... you look...different. What's with the long hair?" he asked as he eyed the rest of Kris's body. "And your stomach...is everything alright?" "Oh I'm fine...I just ate way too much food. I ate everything I bought the other day. I'm a little upset at my wife and daughter so I've just been binge-eating," Kris said as he patted his belly proudly. He jumped as a kick came from within. "Ok...that's fine...but what about the hair.... and those clothes?" Juan questioned as he resumed his skeptical outlook on Mr. Richards. "Oh wellll...Emily suggested we try some new things out in our relationship...I shouldn't really go into it but just know it's a decision we both made together." Kris lowered his head looking at his shoes as he kicked a piece of gravel to the side. "Juan....I came here today because I have a favor to ask. Can you come over to my house tomorrow night to help me with something? I have a couple of big heavy things being delivered around 6 and I need someone else to help me lift them. Can a strapping young boy such as you help a guy like me out?" Kris said as he brought his head up to look into Juan's eyes. "Sure Mr. Richards! Anything that can make us closer...you count me in...it's like bonding time!" Juan exclaimed excitedly. "Oh fuck...Mr. Richards I have to get back to practice...Coach is gonna kill me if I don't. I'll see you tomorrow at 6," Juan said as he turned to run back on the field "Fuck yes...Jackpot. That was the easiest thing I've done in awhile," Kris thought as he made his way back to his car. Now it was time to plan for his big night. He had just the right idea...He was going to be Stacey tomorrow. Yes he was going to be his daughter tomorrow and Juan was going to be none the wiser of his deceit. ******************************************************* Kris awoke the next to the bright sun cascading through his window. He looked at his phone and it read 1:43. "Being pregnant really makes you tired I guess," thought Kris as he shifted his body weight to the side of the bed. He looked down upon his belly seeing it even bigger than yesterday; he was roughly the same size as Stacey maybe even a little smaller. He rubbed his belly as he felt the kicks within. "Oof," said Kris as one powerful kick nearly knocked his breath out of him. Kris could no longer see his tiny little cock past his massive belly but he could feel it slowly engorging. He remembered Juan was going to come tonight and he couldn't wait to fuck him. The pregnancy hormones were driving him insane with a primal lust. He reached under his belly and found his penis which was now well lubricated with pre-cum. He began to stroke up and down at the thought of Juan slapping into his ass, tearing it up, with his big, fat, Latino cock. Kris sped up in intensity until he felt his body tingle all over. He stopped as he saw cum spew from under his belly as it coated the bedroom floor with its viscous, sticky nature. He shot two more massive squirts followed again by tingling after each shot. He felt so amazing and laid back on the bed. He glistened and glowed from his ordeal as he shut his eyes and smiled, embracing the warm feeling that was coursing through his body. He finally found the strength to stand up and he proceeded into the shower. "I have to at least cleanup for Juan before he gets here...he can't find any traces of cum on me," Kris thought as he giggled, waddling over to the cum on the floor. He carefully knelt down with one hand on belly supporting his weight. He placed his fingers through the cum and scooped up a massive amount. He looked at it and it's pearly- white color and brought it to his nose. He sniffed it and an aroma of sweetness and musk made his mouth water. He placed his fingers in his mouth taking all the cum in. He swirled it in his mouth as the flavors exploded throughout. Again he felt the tingle all over and quickly swallowed his seed. "Good girls always swallow...at least that's what I always tell Emily," Kris thought as he raised himself from the ground laughing. He made his way to the bathroom to the nice brisk and warm shower that awaited him. *********************************************** The only problem that was arising in the back of Kris's mind as he showered was, how was he going to hide his cock from Juan when they finally got down and dirty? He lathered his body up and down making sure to spend extra time on his nether regions. Just then Kris was struck with a revelation. He had the perfect plan for hiding; he continued scrubbing and washing his hair. All he needed was a pair of yoga pants and he could just slide them down to reveal his asshole without having his cock come out. He smiled over his ability to solve a potentially devastating problem. He turned the water off and dried off making sure to get all of the moisture off his massive pregnant belly. He turned and looked in the mirror seeing a strong resemblance to his daughter Stacey. He could have very well been her twin as he felt the smoothness of his face and played with his curly black hair. Just then he remembered that the only difference between Stacey and Kris was hair color. "Shit," exclaimed Kris as he searched through the cabinet looking for hair products. "She has to have a brunette dying kit," he said as he continued rummaging. The only way this was going to be fixed was with a trip to the salon. He let out a long sigh as he shut the medicine cabinet. He threw his towel to the ground making his way to Stacey's room. He rummaged through her closet and searched high and low for a pair of yoga pants but found nothing. "Shit what teenage girl doesn't own a pair of yoga pants?" Kris exclaimed as he pulled out a white tank top. "At least this will cover my belly, but where the hell am I gonna get pants?" he said as he reached for a pair of Stacey's maternity Jean shorts and grabbed a pair of black and white adidas superstars. "Hmm I've NEVER seen Stacey wear these," he said as he raised the shoes to his face looking them over. They were practically brand new. But he was curious....come to think of it....those Nikes the other day....Stacey didn't own anything but flats, heels, and chucks. She actually RARELY wore sneakers if at all. He pulled himself from his thoughts as he remembered that time was dwindling. Not only did he have four hours to go to the salon and get his hair dyed, but he also had to find a pair of yoga pants. The mall was his best bet. He grabbed the keys and hurried out the door. **************************** Thankfully the mall was a short drive away from Kris's house. As he made his way towards the entrance you couldn't help but feel that people were staring at him...judging him. To them he looked to be a lonely pregnant teenager at the mall. As he waddled through the mall he remembered just where the salon was since he had brought Stacey there, countless times. Emily hated the mall so it fell on Kris to drive Stacey there when she wanted to go, albeit, it was rare that Stacey wanted anything to do with this shit hole. Eyes still were affixed to Kris as he waddled until thankfully he found the entrance to the salon. He waddled in towards the reception desk where the woman working it smiled at him. "Hello young lady how can I help you today?" she said as she eyed Kris up and down. Her eyes widened once they hit his belly. Honestly though, he loved his belly and he loved wearing tight clothes as it drew attention to it. That was why everyone was looking at him; his tank top was straining to hold his baby bump in. "I just need a dye job...and...maybe a little something different with my hair," Kris said as he took a strand of hair through his hands. The woman smiled as she brought him back behind the counter and motioned for him to sit in one of the chairs. "Just have a seat and Tiffany will be with you shortly," she said as she made her way back to the counter to help a few other clients that had straggled in behind Kris. Kris slowly placed his bottom in the chair and looked over the countertop. This place was much different than the barber he went to which who only had a comb and a pair of scissors. As he sat looking at himself in the mirror he saw a young girl walk up behind him. She looked to be in her early twenties. She was gorgeous with long blonde hair that and bright green, emerald eyes. Her face was soft and done with copious amounts of makeup. "Well hi there cutie my name is Tiffany. What can I do for you today?" Tiffany said as she spun Kris around so that they were face to face. "Can...can you make me look really hot? Also I want to be a brunette," Kris said in his best feminine voice. He found it was easier to shift up into his falsetto, which he was attributing to the pregnancy hormones. "Piece of cake gorgeous. When you leave here you'll be drawing LOTS of attention," Tiffany said as she spun Kris around to face the mirror. Tiffany got to work immediately taking great care of Kris's soft, luscious hair. Kris placed a hand on his belly as he felt the baby kick from within. "So. How far along you sweetie?" Tiffany said between cuts as she caught a glimpse of Kris's hand in the mirror. "Oh...I'm about seven months almost. Worst part is...I still don't know who the father is," he giggled as he continued to rub his belly. Tiffany titled her head; she couldn't quite understand the response that Kris gave. How could he be content being a pregnant teenager and not knowing who the father of the baby was? "What is your name sweetie? And exactly how old are you?" Tiffany said as she fought to hold back tears. "Well I'm forty-sev...I mean. I'm fourteen and my name is Kristy," Kris said stumbling over his words. He almost said his actual age, which would have DEFINITELY set off red flags. Tiffany gasped at the revelation of his age. Fourteen years old and pregnant with some random guys baby. Jesus Christ this girl was having a rough life. Tiffany continued to cut and style and Kris closed his eyes as he thought about Juan. His penis began to twitch at the thought of tonight and he could feel it leaking tiny amounts of cum. "Well...how's this for hot?" Tiffany said as Kris opened his eyes to witness his reflection. His hair was cut shorter however it seemed fuller and curlier; it looked exactly like Stacey's. He smiled and turned to face Tiffany. "I love it!" he exclaimed as he brought a hand up to fluff it. "Ok Kristy let's go make you a brunette!" Tiffany exclaimed as she led him back towards the washing and dying station. Kris looked at the clock on the way over and saw it read 3:35. Shit...he was going to have to be super quick with his pants after this. He hurriedly waddled over to the chair and sat down shutting his eyes as Tiffany began to work his hair again. "Make me super beautiful Tiffany. I'm counting on you," Kris said as he felt the bliss of the warm water overtake him. "Don't you worry Kristy...just sit back and relax and this'll all be over soon." ************************************ Well a haircut and a dye job for 95$...fuck Kris hated doing things as a woman. A normal guys haircut only cost about 20$. But Tiffany did a fantastic job because now he looked exactly like his daughter...but WAY hotter. He had also decided to get his nails done quickly at the place next door and the nice women in there painted them a lovely bubblegum pink. Time was growing short and Kris still needed some yoga pants. As he walked through the mall he saw a sign for a store that read "Pregnant bliss" he decided to check out the store. When he got in he saw mannequins dressed to the nines in fantastic maternity clothing. "Jackpot," thought Kris as he strolled through the aisles looking at all the great clothing. Halter tops, Jeans, Sundresses, Shoes, fuck everything was here. He then spotted his prize across the way; a complete section of active wear. He looked for his pants and found a pair of yoga pants. They were white with pink dots on the waistband. He had no idea what his size was so he grabbed a few pairs. As he walked back towards the changing rooms, he also grabbed a pretty sundress that was yellow and had white stripes in the midsection. "Hmmmm why not dress up for once," he said as he grabbed more clothes and dresses and he also grabbed a pair of black ankle boots with a 3' heel. He waddled towards the changing room and shut the door behind him. He stripped off his strained tank top and maternity jean shorts revealing his panties and bra. He unhooked the bra and slid his panties down below his feet and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a very hot and very naked pregnant teen however...one with a dick. He smiled as he grabbed the sundress and put it on. It fit perfectly and it was snug against his belly. He placed his hand to his stomach feeling it through the fabric as his cock below started to twinge and come to life. He then grabbed his boots and slid them on his feet. It felt weird to walk in heels however these boots were total "fuck me," boots. He struck a sexy pose as he felt his body up and down looking at himself in the mirror. It was unbearable now...the feeling in his cock. He lifted the sundress up reaching for his cock and he grabbed hold of it. There wasn't much left to his size as the pregnancy hormones were having an adverse affect on his manhood. He began to talk to himself as he stroked up and down his shaft. "Yea you're just a little slut. Jerking off in a fucking changing room," he said as he began to stroke his cock harder, grabbing it and squeezing it. "You're a man acting like fucking teenage girl and you fucking love every second of it," Kris said as he gritted his teeth. He had no idea what had come over him and why he was so dark all of a sudden. All he knew was that it felt right. He continued to stroke as he could feel the cum coating the palms of his hand. "And to top it all off...you have a fucking baby squirming around inside of your big old belly. And you have no idea who the baby daddy is" He quickened in his pace until finally he couldn't hold it any longer. His cum shot out in thick ropes against the mirror. Squirt, after squirt, until the mirror was drenched with cum. "Shit, Shit, Shit!" Kris exclaimed as he struggled to stay upright almost falling on his back. The mirror was totally ruined and he had no way of cleaning it up. He hurriedly stripped off the sundress and boots and put on his old clothes and ran out the door to the register. He waddled as fast as he could to the register with clothes in hand. "Hello miss did you find everythi---" "I'LL TAKE IT ALL!" Kris exclaimed before the dumbfounded clerk could finish her sentence. He took his charge card and swiped it as fast as possible. She bagged his clothes as he tapped the counter anxiously. "Have a great day miss," The clerk said as Kris grabbed the bag from her hand." "Thanks a bunch," he said quickly as he made for the exit. He had to get the fuck out of here and more importantly he had to get the fuck home. He only had a half hour to get ready for Juan. Kris waddled out of the mall, dodging people left and right until finally he exited to the fading sunlight of the day. He hurried to his car and quickly stuck the key in the ignition. "Time to go see Juan!" Kris exclaimed as he floored the pedal. *********************************************** Kris hurried up the stairs to his bedroom throwing the bag of clothes onto the bed. He quickly stripped out of his clothes trying hard not to fall over from the shifting of weight. He grabbed the pair of white yoga pants and he also dug in the bag for one of the shirts he bought. He couldn't help himself seeing as he only had one day left as a pregnant abomination. He pulled out a blue shirt with a picture of a dinner roll on it. Below the dinner roll, in glittery letters, was "Bun in the oven." He pulled it over his belly as it just barely covered it all. "Oops guess I should've gotten the next size up," he panted as he struggled to pull up his pants as well. His outfit was tight but it just screamed "Fuck me". He put on his adidas sneakers from before and looked himself up and down in the mirror. There was no mistaking him now. He was a perfect copy of Stacey. Just then the doorbell rang. Kris quickly rearranged his hair from the frazzled escapade he just endured and he puckered his lips. Shit he needed more lipstick. He waddled over to the armoire grabbing one of Emily's. It was bubblegum pink and he smiled as he put the stick up to his lip and quickly went through the motion. He made a loud * pop * as he closed the cap on the lipstick. He made his way for the door and opened it. ********************************** Juan stood before Kris more beautiful than ever. He was wearing a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. He was definitely ready for some heavy lifting except...not the lifting you would expect. "Stacey...is that you? I thought you were coming back tomorrow," Juan said as he looked around for signs of Mr. and Mrs. Richards. "Oh Juan...I got home early. Mom was getting sick of the retreat and I was too so we decided to leave a little early," Kris said as he reached for Juan's hand. "Come inside," he said as he led Juan into the living room. He couldn't believe how easy this was and he was also incredibly excited. He was doing his best to conceal his erection through his tight pants. They sat next to each other on the living room couch. "Stacey where is your dad...he asked me to help him lift some things today. Do you have any idea where he could be?" Kris smiled, as he knew very well where Mr. Richards was. "Daddy left with mom a little while ago...they were going to spend a night at the casino as a culmination of summer vacation," Kris said as he turned to look into Juan's eyes. "So wait...you have the house all to yourself tonight? Like literally all to yourself? No parents, no friends, just you?" Juan said as he turned to face "Stacey's" eyes. "You got that right and oof," Kris stopped as he felt an assault of the squirming baby within him. "Someone else is happy to see you too," he said as he took Juan's hand and placed it on his belly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Juan said as he proceeded to stroke "Stacey's," belly. "Oh...if only you truly knew," Kris said as he grabbed Juan's hand. "Let's bring this upstairs shall we?" Kris said seductively as he led Juan to Stacey's room. ********************************************* Kris shut the door as Juan pinned him against the door assaulting his mouth with his. Juan inserted his tongue into Kris's mouth as they began their tongue-wrestling match of the night. While they kissed, Juan continued to rub Kris's belly. "You taste so good baby," Juan said between kisses. Kris moaned in reply as they made their way to the bed. They sat sideways on the edge continuing their passionate make out session. Juan reached for Kris's shirt lifting it over his head as his boobs popped out. "Wow no bra...you're so kinky Stacey," Juan said as he moved his mouth to her nipples. He tongued the nipples and Kris's body shuddered from excitement. His poor little cock was drenched with cum in his pants and he prayed that Juan didn't see it. Kris looked down as Juan pulled his mouth away to see his nipples fully erect. Juan knew what he was doing and it almost made him upset that he had done this to his baby girl. Juan continued to nibble on Kris's breast as he stuck a hand down his pants. Kris bit his lip moaning in pleasure. "Let me see it baby...let me see your dick," Kris said as he felt a new sensation. Juan had his dick out in hand, rubbing it over Kris's belly. Pre-cum began to coat his belly as Juan's dick slipped all over Kris's flesh. Juan's dick had to be at least 9' long. It was massive and Kris couldn't help but ogle it. Six days ago he wouldn't have even thought about having sex with another man. Six days ago Kris was only about tits, ass, and pussy. Now he couldn't help himself when he saw an image of a cock or though about Juan's cock. Kris placed both of his hands on Juan's lap as Juan continued to stroke his thick dick. Kris lowered himself to the floor on his knees as he looked up to Juan. Juan smiled as he shoved his cock quickly down Kris's throat, which caused him to gag and gasp for air when it popped out. "Take it slow you little cock slut," Juan teased as he placed his dick in front of Kris's mouth. He had no idea what he was doing but he just remembered all the porn he had watched. Girl's typically started out slowly kissing the tip and eventually working the whole thing into their mouth. He put one hand on the base of Juan's shaft and guided the penis to his lips. He began to kiss the tip and doing so caused more pre-cum to leak out. It tasted sweet yet at the same time organic and raw. It was definitely better than his, and that was for sure. He slowly guided in more of the cock, relishing the flavor of the meat sausage that was in his mouth. It was spongy yet firm and thick. His tongue felt the ribbing on Juan's cock. He began to take more and more in slowly as he breathed through his nose. Just then a massive amount of cum splashed to the back of Kris's throat. Juan was cumming inside of his mouth. Strand after strand squirted and all Kris could do was swallow the seed. The cum filled his body with warmth as he began to tingle from the excitement of having just given his very first blowjob. Juan's dick fell out of Kris's mouth with a * pop * sound. Kris raised himself back onto the bed as he continued to massage the shrinking dick with his hand. "You know...I want to try something tonight with you...if you're up for it," Kris said as he wiped the cum away from his lips. "Baby really? That was amazing and you want to go again? Fuck yea I'm down for anything just give me twenty minutes," Juan said as he pulled Kris back onto the bed. They lay together hand in hand looking each other in the face as they began to kiss again. ****************************************** As time passed Kris could hardly believe everything that he had just done. He had not only stolen Stacey's boyfriend but he had also had an affair with his loving wife. The best part was that he didn't have a care in the world. It made him feel like he was not human. Juan pulled Kris in tightly to his chest as he continued to kiss him lovingly. Was this really actually happening or was it all just one weird fucked up dream like the one six days ago? Kris had no idea what to do but he also remembered the old woman and her warning. He didn't care though as he was blinded by love. He truly loved Juan and wanted very much to be with him. Fuck Stacey...Juan was his and he was never going to let his daughter have her way with Juan ever again. Juan turned on his side and looked "Stacey" in the eyes. "I think Juanito is almost ready for you baby," he said as he stroked his man meat in his hand. Kris titled his head to look down at Juan's hand seeing his cock returning to life. Kris sat up pulling Juan with him and running his hands up and down his well-toned abs down to his dick. Kris took Juan's dick in hand and began to tug as Juan titled his head back form the pleasure. "Baby...what I really want...more than anything right now in the world. I want you to do me doggy style...and it's gonna be anal," Kris said as he positioned himself in the center of the bed. "Whoa really? You've never let me done anal.... except for that one time I slipped in accidentally," Juan laughed as he slowly positioned himself behind "Stacey," Stacey pulled her pants down just enough to reveal her plump and tender buttocks. "Why not just take the clothes off all the way babe?" Juan asked as he reached to help "Stacey" take her pants off. Kris quickly moved his hands away. "I want to feel extra slutty tonight baby. What's sluttier than doing me up the butt with my pants and shoes still on?" he said as he turned to face forward. "Suit yourself babe," he said as he pressed his cock against her cheeks. Kris could feel Juan's dick sliding around the outside of his butthole as it continued to get coated with pre-cum. "This may sting a little," Juan said as he slowly inched into "Stacey's" asshole. "OOOO FUCK," Kris yelled as he could feel his hole being violated. He could feel Juan's dick squirming around inside as more of it entered until finally all 9' were in. Kris had tears in his eyes as Juan began to pull out and back in. Juan slapped into his backside as the typical * fwap * * fwap * * fwap* sound of flesh hitting flesh occurred. Just then the image of the woman appeared in Kris's vision. She shook her head as Juan finally began to dump his seed in Kris's asshole. At that same time Kris came violently onto the bed shooting his own cum onto the sheets. Kris could feel warm seed in his ass dripping and sloshing around as he quickly scooped up his cum on the bed. He ate the cum and smiled back at the old woman who faded away into nothingness. "Baby...you really are one wild chick," Juan said as he fell back in the bed. Kris also did the same falling back right next to him. The two lay in silence as sleep quickly overcame them both. ************************************************ *beep * *beep * *beep * Kris's alarm on his phone was going off. It was 9:45 in the morning. He reached for his phone and realized that Juan was no longer in bed with him. Also he fell asleep in Stacey's room. As he reached for his phone he saw he had one new text message. He opened it up. "Hey Kristy. That was fucking awesome last night. I'm glad we got to do that