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Coworker's Curse By: Monsta It was a typical Wednesday at the office when my life suddenly got turned upside down. Nothing stood out as unusual about the day at first, it had begun as any typical workday. But then around 10:30am my coworker Carl came into my cubicle and started talking about some printer issue he was having on his computer. I was kind of busy, but he was insistent so I agreed to go over to his cubicle and help him. I reinstalled the network printer and printed a test page. He thanked me. But, just as I was getting up to leave he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Hey Tom, hold on a minute." I sat back down and he then got really serious and said to me coldly, "You should know that I put a curse on you Tom. Or, more specifically, you and your wife. I was hoping to leave her out of this, but involving her was necessary for...logistical purposes." I took it as a really bad joke, a product of an older man with no sense of humor trying to be funny. I just looked back at him for a moment before saying, "Um, Ok Carl, but, I gotta get back to work." But he kept going. "Oh I don't expect you to believe me now, but you will in time. I actually met your wife at her cousin's wedding a while back, remember? I was there as a guest too, and I bought both of you a round of drinks. But I must admit seeing you two together, made me rather angry. I could not believe a perfect woman like Tracy was with you, when you clearly didn't fully appreciate her. Frankly, it pissed me off. So, I thought it out and decided to curse your marriage, to see if it really is built on true love or not." I stood up from the chair and looked right at him. "This isn't funny Carl, knock it off before I report you to Wendy." I then started to leave his cubicle. But as I moved by him he said, "You're in a sexless marriage now, Tom. She can't give you permission to have sex, and you can't have sex without her permission." I looked back at him and just looked disgusted at, well, whatever the fuck he was trying to do. He just smiled and told me, "Oh, and don't waste time and energy trying to do something about this either. You can't go to the cops, you can't confide in anyone about this, and you can't wander the streets of New Orleans looking for a voodoo priest to try to remove the curse. The curse is very specific about that, and any attempts to try to rectify the situation on your end will prove quite futile." I didn't even say anything. I just went back to my cubicle, fuming about what Carl had said for the rest of the day. It was hard to focus on work with my thoughts swinging wildly between 'this is bullshit' to outright anger. What the fuck was that guy's problem? That evening when my wife Tracy got home we went about our normal routine, with nothing terribly out of the ordinary. My wife seemed like her usual chipper self, and she was talking about her day as she usually did. She gave no hints that anything was different or wrong. Later in the evening I went to kiss her, and she kissed me back as usual. But, things suddenly took a turn though when I tried to reach for her groin. She immediately pulled away from me. She just bit her lower lip and said, "Please, no. I'm...feeling crampy down there." I was in shock. Could Carl's curse actually be real? Like any woman, my wife sometimes turned down sex for various reasons, but it was never so sudden, or so firm of a refusal. She must have seen the look of confusion on my face, so she quickly stood up, said, "sorry", then rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. It was a very bizarre evening, and I had no idea if it was just me thinking about Carl's stupid curse, or if it was possible the curse had some merit to it. Thursday brought another excuse from my wife about why she didn't want sex, as did Friday. On Saturday I made it very clear that I wanted to have sex, and Tracy made it very clear she did not. I began to notice other changes in her behavior, like she no longer changed clothes in front of me and was never nude in front of me. She now locked the bathroom door when she showered or used the toilet. If my hands wandered too close to her breasts when we were cuddling, she brushed them away. If we were in bed and my hard-on pressed into her while we were spooning, she pulled away. The whole change in her behavior around me was weird and impossible to ignore. In a word, our relationship really had become "sexless". Another week went by, and she said she was on her period. Another week went by, and she had a yeast infection. Another week, and she had random headaches. I didn't really believe in curses or magic, but it was getting hard to ignore that my wife's vagina seemed to be literally off limits to me. We had never gone this long without sex before. I thought about being more aggressive, but I felt that would be wrong. Yeah I thought about Carl's mentioning that I can't have sex without her permission, and wondered if that's why my sexual advances towards her seemed so limited. But I liked to think I wasn't pseudo-raping my wife because I'm just not an asshole. After about 6 weeks without sex the excuses were gone and Tracy was simply saying "no" to anything sexual and it was starting to make me crazy. I realize 6 weeks isn't that long given that some couples go months apart due to military deployments and other stuff, but my wife and I were together all the time, just not intimately together. And it's not like we were in an emotional separation or a fight, we were actually getting along just fine except for the no sex thing. And that only made the no sex thing more obvious. She seemed to love me and care for me, but openly refused anything sexual. Can we have sex? No. Can I see you naked? No. Can I at least touch your boob or something? No. I asked Tracy directly about why she wasn't wanting sex anymore, but she just deflected and said she wasn't in the mood. The more I pressed the issue, the more defensive and agitated she became. It was clear if I pushed the issue too far, we'd be in a full on fight. Like I said, we had been getting along great, except for the no sex thing, so I was hesitant to degrade other parts of my marriage. I decided to just keep waiting, and hope that whatever was going on would pass. But it did not pass. Another month went by without sex. And then another month. My wife's pussy remained off limits to me. When it had been over 3 months since Carl had told me I was in a sexless marriage, I had to admit he was proving to be right. I had not so much as seen my wife naked since that fateful Wednesday Carl had 'cursed' me. In every other regard, my wife was her normal self. In fact, she seemed happier and more upbeat than ever. Being around her was an absolute joy. But really, that only made her complete lack of sexual interest in me more hurtful. If we had just been fighting or heading for a divorce that would be bad enough, but to be in a happy loving marriage with zero sex was disquieting. I couldn't take it anymore. The sexual frustration was getting to me. My wife was more like a best friend than a wife. I knew I couldn't go on like this much longer, so I decided to talk to Carl again. So, one Friday afternoon just before quitting time I went over to Carl's cubicle and told him, "Look, I don't know how you're doing this curse thing but you need to stop doing it." Carl just smiled an evil and smug little smile. "Wife not putting out huh? That's a bummer." I let out a long sigh. "Can you just lift the curse or whatever it is, please?" Carl just shrugged and told me, "Look, I'm sorry I misjudged you both. When I put the curse on you I was pretty angry. I really thought if I took sex out of your marriage, one of you would file for divorce within 2 weeks. But look at you both, happily together in celibacy after all this time. You two must really love each other after all." I just glared at him, not quite sure what I could say that wouldn't anger him again. He smiled. "I think you're right. You're a good husband and you deserve to stick your dick in your wife's pussy. I hereby declare the curse of sexless marriage lifted. Poof." "That's it?" I asked him. He nodded. "Yup, when you go home you will find she is fully willing to have sex with you." I just gave him a suspicious look. "You're serious?" He nodded again. "Oh yeah. And from her perspective she never really forced you to give up sex with her, she just thinks you two have been super busy these past few months and sex just took a backseat. But anyway, her sexual permission function is back to normal now, so she should be as willing as she ever had been." I decided not to press my luck. So I just awkwardly said, "Thanks," and walked away. That evening, as I cuddled with my wife on the couch I let my hand wander to her breast and was relieved when she didn't pull away. I hadn't touched a boob in months, so I was almost instantly hard. I was almost afraid to ask my wife for sex at that point. Part of it was I was so worried she might still say no, the other part was because I was so pent up I'd probably blow as soon as I entered her. But my needs won out, and I whispered a suggestion in her ear. Much to my delight, she smiled and headed to our darkened bedroom. In the dim light that seeped in from the hallway, I could see her getting undressed and crawling into bed. We were actually going to have sex! I got undressed myself, and got in bed with her. Feeling our naked bodies together after all that time was absolutely delightful. When she indicated she was ready, I climbed on top of her and felt her hand guide my member to her waiting opening. As I slid my aching hard on into her I felt...not much besides warm wetness. I slid in and out a few times but things felt very different, very wrong. I mean, it had been a long time, but I damn well remembered what sex is supposed to feel like. And this felt like I was fucking a warm bowl of oatmeal. Tracy clearly felt the difference too. She looked right at me and asked, "Are you in yet?" With a frustrated grunt I told her, "Yes, I'm in, can't you feel it?" She let out a sigh, and said, "No, and I was afraid this would happen." My wife then pushed me off of her and went over to turn on the light. Tracy just looked at me with a concerned look and told me, "You should know I've changed quite a bit since we last had sex." I was confused. I just paused for a bit then asked, "Changed? How?" She came over and sat on the bed near me. She tensed her lips a couple times, wiped a tear from her eye and then said, "Well, as you felt, I'm a lot bigger down there now. A few months ago, when we stopped having sex I started using a dildo to relieve some sexual tension. It felt really good but I soon needed more and so I bought a bigger one. And then I bought a bigger one after that. The more I gave my vagina, the more it wanted. I didn't ever mean for it to go this far. I guess something inside of me was awoken and I couldn't control it, I'm sorry." I just put my hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her. "Tracy, whatever happened, it's fine. I'm sure we can find a way to make love like this." She just let out a short laugh and said, "Tom, believe me I need more than you can give, probably more than any man could realistically give. I mean...look at me." She leaned back on the bed and spread her legs, revealing her naked sex to me for the first time in over 3 months. My jaw dropped when I saw how much it had changed. Gone was the adorable feminine slit I had come to know, and in its place was a gaping sex cavern. I had heard of women stretching themselves out to take larger insertions, but this looked to be beyond that. It had to be Carl's curse. He had somehow transformed my wife's lovely pussy into a cartoonishly oversized monstrosity. My jaw simply dropped. All I managed to say was, "Fuck." She just sort of mumbled, "Yeah," and then opened up the nightstand drawer on her side of the bed. She then pulled out a massive dildo, the sort of thing you see at sex shops as a gag gift for bachelorette parties. "This is what I need now," she said plainly as she slipped the monster into her gigantic gaping pussy. I just sat there on the bed and watched in shock as my wife fucked herself with a dildo almost as big as her forearm. My average sized penis had no hope of pleasing my wife now, and I gathered that was Carl's intention. He had told me I could stick my dick in my wife's pussy, he hadn't mentioned doing so was pointless now. My wife came hard on the rubber super cock, and after recovering she pulled it out, making a horrible schlurping sound. Her vagina remained osbcenely gaped open even after the dildo was out. I could have probably fit my whole hand in there and waved at her uterus. It looked positively surreal on her body. My wife dropped the oversized sex toy to the floor and began sobbing. I put my arm around her and tried my best to comfort her. In between sobs I heard her say softly, "I'm a freak." She eventually calmed down and told me, "Hun, I'm so sorry my vagina ended up like this. I didn't mean for it to happen but now, I just can't imagine going back. I'm addicted to the fullness, I....NEED it. We can't have sex anymore, but to make it up to you I promise to give you a bowjob whenever you want." The following Monday I immediately went up to Carl and told him, "What the fuck, Carl? I thought you said the curse was lifted." He just smiled his disgusting little smile. "Well, I told you the sexless curse was lifted. Did you not find your wife willing to have sex again?" I stammered, "Yeah..but, she um..." He interrupted me. "Wow. You sure are unappreciative, Tony. I gave you what you wanted and now it's not good enough?" I leaned closer and told him quietly, "Carl, her pussy is fucking huge. I can put my dick in her balls deep and not even touch the sides. I know you are behind this somehow." Carl feigned surprise. "Are you sure? Because, I've heard some women have a stretching fetish. Sounds like your wife likes feeling full down there and maybe that's why sex with you had been such a disappointment before." I stood back up straight and shot him a dirty look. "Our sex life was fine until you started fucking with it, Carl" He let out a little huff of air, and made a tsk tsk sound. "Was it, Tom? Because your wife always had a stretching fetish, you see. I didn't give that to her out of thin air. You would have known that your wife had that fetish if you had been more interested in her needs. Yeah, I admit I turned her small fetish into a giant one, no pun intended, but it was always there. Now that it's just so...big...you can't help but notice it." I wanted to punch him so bad, but knew the curse prevented me from doing so. I even tried to will myself to point at him angrily, but my arm didn't seem to respond to my attempts to make it point aggressively. I just had to stand there, and ask him nicely, "Carl, can you please return my wife's vagina to normal?" Tom closed his eyes and concentrated for a minute. He then looked at me and said, "Ok I just set her stretching fetish back to its normal level. Tonight when she goes home she will gather up all of her dildos and throw them away. She will then forget she had them. She's still the size of an aircraft hangar down there, but there's a way you can help it return to normal. She will now think her gigantic love tunnel is due to lack of orally induced orgasms, so you had better get used to eating pussy on a regular basis. Each oral orgasm will make her vagina just a tiny bit tighter. She'll keep healing as long as you keep eating, but if you stick anything besides your tongue in there, the effect will stop. As soon as you so much as put a finger inside her, that's the size her snatch is staying...forever. So, be careful." I just threw my hands up in confusion. "Wait, so she thinks lack of oral sex made her vagina get bigger?" Carl laughed. "Hey, it makes sense to her, and from a practical standpoint it's now the truth. So just go with it! Would you prefer I leave her with the memory of cumming on massive silicone rods? Might be hard for you to compete with that." "Ugh, fine. I'll do it. I'll orally please my wife every day if it helps her have a normal pussy again. But, how long until she recovers down there?" Carl just shrugged and replied, "How the fuck should I know? I'm not a gynecologist. I guess you'll have a chance to keep an eye on her pussy as you'll be spending plenty of time licking and sucking it for a while. Just remember to avoid any sort of penetrative sex until it's had a chance to heal to your liking. Not that your idea of regular penetrative sex is really an option right now anyway." He just grinned his evil little grin. I knew it was pointless discussing things with him further, so I just left his cubicle and got back to work. That night I went down on my wife, and brought her to orgasm for the first time in a long time. It felt good to give her pleasure, even if I wasn't getting anything from her in return. My wife almost never gave me BJs before all this crap started, and she seemed just as interested in giving them to me now. It seems her promise to give ample blowjobs was mysteriously forgotten along with her dildo memories. That fucking asshole Carl. I regret not letting Tracy give me BJs for at least a week or so before confronting Carl over her giant pussy. But I clearly hadn't been thinking too far ahead. Over the next few weeks I tried to give her about 2 orgasms every weekday evening, and a few more on weekends. My wife got so used to my head being in her crotch that she stopped wearing pants and underwear when we were at home. She just walked around nude from the waist down, ready for me to go down on her at any time. Not that long ago I never got to see her pussy, now I see it all the damn time. And yet, I still couldn't have sex with her, not sex beyond eating her out anyway. It was tiring and frustrating to constantly orally please my wife, but I could tell her vagina was slowly shrinking to become more normal. I just worried Tracy would get so used to regular oral sex that she wouldn't be able to go back to how things had been before Carl's curse. More than anything, I just wanted us to be our normal selves again. Finally, after 2 months of eating pussy, my tongue was telling me she was a normal enough size down there to try normal sex. So I stuck my finger into her vagina while I was going down on her one day to stop the vagina shrinking effect. Carl had specifically said putting a finger in her would stop the effect, and I went with it. I didn't want to forget about things and end up with the opposite problem I had before. Yeah, her vagina was probably still a little on the big side, but at least it was mostly normal. I'd probably always regret not sticking to this longer and making her tighter when I had the chance, but damn I was missing sex. The next day was a Sunday. So, in the middle of a lazy Sunday afternoon I asked her, "Hun, do you think we could have sex? It's been quite a while." "What do you mean? We have sex all the time!" She then spread her legs to offer her naked crotch to me and added, "I'll never say no to sex." I rolled my eyes to the irony of that statement, then shook my head no. I told her, "I mean, I think we should have actual penetrative sex." She seemed puzzled. "What, with like a dildo? We tried that before when we were first married but it just seemed awkward I thought." I rolled my eyes again. "No, I'd like to have sex with my penis, my actual penis." She just giggled. I was shocked at her sudden amusement at my genitals. I wondered if she still remembered our little hotdog down the hallway experience a while back. So I asked her, "What's so funny?" She paused for a moment to read my face. She then looked right at me and said, "Hun, not sure what drug you are on, but, unless it's caused you to suddenly grow a dick, you don't have one." I paused for a few moments to process what she had just said. I then rushed to the bathroom and removed my pants and underwear to reveal a flat patch of skin where my dick and balls used to be. Moving a bit further down, I found the moist slit of a pussy. My pussy. Suddenly memories of the past two months came back to me. The curse must have somehow suppressed them before, but they were free now. I remembered sitting down to pee, I remembered masturbating by rubbing my clit, and I even remembered having a period. I have been a man with female sex organs for two months, I just hadn't realized it until now. Thinking about it carefully, I remembered I have had a pussy since the moment I agreed to lick my wife until her vagina returned to normal. As I had been talking with Carl, there had been a tug in my groin, but I hadn't noticed it. Or more accurately, the curse prevented me from noticing, just as it prevented me from realizing I've had a fucking pussy between my legs for the past few months. I didn't even bother putting my pants and underwear back on, I just walked back out into the living room where Tracy was still sitting. I just gestured towards my naked and very female groin and asked her, "Tracy, how long have I had a vagina?" She seemed very confused by the question about my own body, but humored me. "Well, you don't usually like to talk about it, but when I asked a long time ago you just said that you were born a normal boy. But then when puberty hit your genitals decided to go in a different direction than the rest of your body. But, why are you asking all this? Is something wrong?" This was not the answer I had been expecting. How the fuck had I been like this since before I met her? I remember fucking her with a very real penis on our wedding night, and many nights since. The last time we tried to have sex just 2 months earlier my penis had flopped about uselessly inside her comically oversized love cavern. Clearly I had only acquired a muff recently, right? This curse was suddenly out of control, and it was affecting my wife's memories of our entire marriage. How was this even possible? I thought about asking my parents what my teens had been like. I mean, if I had really flipped bits down there during puberty they would be aware of it. Then again, it would be yet another awkward conversation I didn't want to have. And maybe Carl had altered their memories too? But then I remembered that my hospital records were in my online patient account. After licking my wife to orgasm yet again to get her to stop talking about this and wander off, I fired up our laptop. After logging in to my online patient account I found a horror show of a past I did not recall. Dozens of appointments in my teens as I experienced something they referred to as a late correcting intersex condition. Of course, I was the only diagnosed patient with my specific condition ever on record. Terms like "vaginal formation" and "ovary ascension" filled doctor's notes that seemed absolutely otherworldly. The curse wasn't just simple mucking with fetishes and memory, it was altering actual history. The sheer power of Carl's curse was clear. He could literally change our bodies and our minds at will, and he could bend the very fabric of reality around us as well. Not only had he given me a pussy, he had created a world where I have had a pussy since I was 13. Now, you would think that discovering my coworker had godlike powers would make me more reserved and respectful around Carl. But as a man with a cooch, I wasn't feeling too rational. The next day at work I went up to Carl and told him in a stern voice, "Give me back my penis Carl." Carl's eyes went wide, and then he just mockingly slow clapped a few times. "So you figured it out. And just under 8 weeks! Wow. They say guys think with their dicks constantly, but I guess you proved that wrong. Or, wait, does the fact you didn't notice your dick was gone mean you proved them right?" I let out a frustrated sigh. "You did something to keep me from noticing, and you know it." Carl crossed his arms. "Blaming all your problems on me again? You're not going to get your dick back with that attitude. Besides, all I did was require your wife mentioning your nether regions to you for you to notice them. If I were you, I'd be more concerned your wife hasn't talked about your reproductive organ in 8 weeks." I held back shouting, as we were after all in a crowded office. I just tersely told him, "You know damn well why I was so focused on just licking her pussy, I was trying to get it back to normal. I thought you said that's what I had to do." Carl uncrossed his arms and shrugged. "Hey, all I said was focus on oral and avoid regular penetrative sex, which given your lack of male parts was obviously very easy for you to do. And wasn't I right about her vagina going back to normal?" I let out a frustrated groan and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Carl, her vagina is normal again but it doesn't do me much good without a dick." Carl reached out and mockingly patted my arm in a supportive manner. "Hey, Tom, look on the bright side. You have a beautiful wife that loves you very much. She loves you even though you aren't exactly the kind of 'man' she set out to find. You are making her very happy emotionally, and you are even meeting all of her sexual needs better than when you had a dick. Millions of couples with matching genitals make things work just fine, so why are you so insistent on making things go back to the way they were?" "I'm a man, Carl. I don't want to have a fucking twat between my legs." "Are you sure? Have you even given your new lady friend a chance? I doubt it. You probably got all flustered when you found out and came straight to me to ask for your dick back. Didn't you? "I don't want to give my pussy a chance Carl, I'm not a woman." "Look, I could make you want it Tom. I could even make you forget all this even happened and let you truly believe you've had a pussy since you were a teen. But I'd rather you discover things on your own. You have an opportunity to experience something men have been wondering about since time began. Namely what does a female orgasm feel like? Go on, give your girly bits a chance, trust me." I just stared at him, still not sure what to say or do at that point. Carl just smiled his evil little smile. "I insist. Have a few female orgasms. Ask your wife to go down on you. After all, she seems to thoroughly enjoy it, right? If after one week you still aren't satisfied with your pussy, then come back to me." He then leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands together. "On the other hand... If you do end up liking the new little lady, you can keep it. No strings attached, no more surprises. I'll lift the curse entirely and never bother either of you ever again. I'll even quit this crappy job and leave the state. Waddaya say?" I raised my right eyebrow a bit, and looked at him in disbelief. "You'd just leave my wife and me with vaginas. Drop the curse? Never bother us again? Why?" "Shit..I'm not the devil Tom. Try to think of me as just a regular dude who found an old book about magic in his grandpa's attic and decided to experiment. That's not exactly true, but it's close enough. In any case I surely didn't curse you because I'm evil. I simply thought you didn't deserve your wife. So, I decided to shake your marriage up, see what falls out. If she left you, I guess it was fate. But lo and behold, your wife is actually happier now, with you sporting a vajayjay. Who woulda thunk it? Maybe you can be happy with how things are too if you give it a chance." I rubbed my forehead, to try to ease the forming headache I had. I told him, "But, I can't just stay like this. What happens when we want to have kids one day?" Carl let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes. "Oh for fucks sake Tom. Have you never heard of Google? You can get sperm delivered to your door as fast as you can get a new toaster. You can even pick out the exact donor traits you want so the kid will look like you. Hell, you'd even have the opportunity to have the kid instead of your wife. Just pick an online dad who looks like your wife and then self service yourself to parenthood. You'd be husband of the decade for sure. And who knows, maybe mother of the year." I was fuming of course, but this was the first time Carl had hinted that he would be willing to release us from this accursed torment. I had to seriously consider it. I had no desire to live my life as a man with a pussy, but I really doubted if I asked him for my dick back in a week he'd just set everything to normal and leave us alone. This was the only way out he had offered. I walked to the men's room and glanced at the urinals. I hadn't used one in months, but now I was aware I hadn't been using them and missed the convenience. I sighed and went to one of the stalls, dropped my pants and underwear, and then sat down. The unmistakably feminine spray sound filled the room and I wondered again how the fuck I hadn't noticed it for all those weeks. Like a good girl, I wiped front to back when I finished, and flushed the toilet. Before I pulled my pants back up though, I pulled out my cell phone, held it between my legs, and took a selfie of my snatch. I figured I should at least see what the damn thing looked like. I opened the picture of my pink taco and saw that it looked disgustingly feminine. I mean, I didn't expect a literal pussy to be anything other than feminine, but fuck, why did my lady parts have to be so adorably cute and lady like? I had to admit though, it was a beautiful pussy. Any woman would have been lucky to have it, but sadly it was stuck to me. If I still had a penis, I would probably be getting hard looking at my own vag. But, I didn't have a penis, so instead my arousal manifested in my new vagina tingling and letting me know it was awakening from its long slumber. I was feeling arousal, female arousal. It was much softer and less focused than my usual male arousal, but it actually felt kind of nice. I glanced down at the picture of my pussy on my phone and thought about how seeing my own pussy had turned me on. My vagina had more or less become aroused by itself. The irony of all this was palpable. I thought about what Carl had said about giving my pussy a chance, and decided to at least try it. So, even though I was in a men's room stall at my workplace, I started working on myself with my right hand. It didn't take long for me to figure out the sweet spot, and before I knew it I was biting my lower lip and letting out soft feminine moans. But I was too in the zone to be embarrassed by my effeminate sexual responses, so I just kept working that pussy until I was hit with a hard and intense orgasm that actually made me let out a surprised yelp. I started coming down from my sexual high, but much to my surprise I didn't actually come all the way down. My arousal settled into a kind of waiting state. I was still turned on, but the need was less intense. I felt around my hot dripping wet sex and realized it was ready for more. But, I had to get back to work, so I got dressed and left the bathroom. Luckily, I don't think anyone noticed my little masturbation session. However, the next guy to use the men's room will probably wonder why it smells like pussy. That evening I started prepping dinner and pretended everything was normal. About 30 minutes later Tracy walked in the door and stripped off her pants and panties. I guess being nude from the waist down was just her normal thing now. After dinner I ate her out as usual, but then I asked her if she'd be willing to go down on me. She just looked at me and said, "I thought you said you didn't like that." I just smiled and replied, "Well, I'm in the mood for it tonight. Would you want to do it?" She didn't even answer. She just pulled my pants and underwear off and dove between my thighs to begin working her tongue all around my naked womanhood. Before I knew it, I was moaning and screaming like a woman, but I didn't care. It felt so damn good. For the next week I lived my life as a man with a pussy as best I could. It was so weird walking around in public with a little secret hidden in my pants, but I was starting to get used to it. Having a vagina didn't affect my life too much outside the bedroom, and inside the bedroom I was actually kind of liking the new sex dynamic my wife and I had. It was very...balanced. Hell, I was grateful we had an actual sex life for the first time in a long time. But, I hadn't set out to be a lesbian when I got married. I was very tempted to accept Carl's offer, but I wanted to be a normal man again. I wanted my wife and I to have a normal hetero relationship like we had before. Carl smiled as soon as he saw me walk into his cubicle the following Monday. He cheerfully said, "Hey Tom, found a great house in Utah I'd like to buy. I even got my resignation letter all ready to go. Should I take it over to Wendy and then walk out of here?" I just looked at the floor and said, "No, wait. Uh, Carl, I kind of get what you were trying to do but, I just want my wife and I to be like we were. This curse has been going on for months now, and we are still together, so..." Carl just raised his eyebrow and asked, "So...what?" I looked at him and said, "I want the curse lifted, ok? You made your point, now, just let us go. Make us normal again." Carl just shook his head. "So having a dick is that important to you, huh? You know billions of people live with vaginas just fine, it's not a disability or anything." I just stammered, "No, it's not like that I...just... Look, my wife and I got married as a heterosexual man and woman, we deserve to have that back I think." Carl just thought for a moment and then said, "You're right, your marriage deserves heterosexual sex." And then he just grinned. I looked down at my still very flat fronted khakis and knew he hadn't given me back my penis. It didn't take me long to figure out that he had probably just given my wife a dick. Oh shit. I just pleaded with him, "Carl, no, please," but he just waved me out of his cubicle and went back to work. He was in no mood to talk any more, and I didn't dare cause a scene that could anger him. I was a nervous wreck the rest of the day, thinking about what I had done. I should have just taken the deal. I thought about texting Tracy, but no idea how to ask her, "Hey hun, do you have a penis?" without actually asking it. That evening, as Tracy came in the door, she started to take her pants off as usual. I almost didn't want to look, but if my wife now had a huge cock I had to face it eventually. But, much to my surprise, her pussy was still there, same as always. I was confused as to what the hell Carl had been talking about. I greeted her and she acted totally normal. We made small talk for a while. Eventually I started to get hungry, and asked her what was for dinner as it was her turn to cook. She just gave me that puzzled look I had seen so often these past few months. "Um, it's not my turn to make dinner, it's Dan's. He's bringing home Outback takeout, remember?" "Who the fuck is Dan?" I asked in a semi angry tone. She just kept the puzzled look, waited a minute, and then replied, "He's Dan. You know, the guy who lives here? The guy we're married to? The guy who fucks us? That Dan. Jesus Christ what's gotten into you lately? You act so weird all the time." "Wait, Dan fucks...us? As in you and me?" "What the hell Tom? Yeah, he fucks us. What is wrong with you? Did you get a concussion at work or something?" "Tracy, look, I love you I just am confused. Why...why did you, I mean we, get married to Dan?" She was obviously still pissed at my suddenly questioning what to her was a totally normal reality. But, she humored me and answered. "Tom, I love you too, I really do. But, as a heterosexual woman I have needs you can't really meet because of your condition. And to be honest YOU have the same womanly needs too, from said condition. So, we both agreed to marry a guy together. I don't know why you are suddenly questioning that, we have all been happily getting along for years now. You and I get to be together, and we both get the heterosexual sex we deserve. Dan has been a wonderful husband to both of us." I just sat there, unsure what to say. The words "heterosexual sex we deserve" just kept replaying in my mind. The words I told Carl had come back to bite me. Before long, our "husband" Dan arrived, with bags full of Outback in hand. "Hey guys, I'm home!" he said enthusiastically. Tracy ran up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss, which hurt me to see. He then came over to me and my eyes went wide as I thought he was going to try to kiss me. Instead, he just held out his fist, expecting a sort of fist bump, I guess. I gave him a fist bump, but he sensed my lack of enthusiasm. "Hey man, what's up, bad day at work or something?" He asked me with what seemed like genuine concern. The concern he would normally have as my husband, I suppose. I just told him I was fine and went over to start unpacking dinner. The idea of being married to a guy was still repulsive to me. I had almost no sexual attraction to men, after all. Up until semi recently I had been a hetero guy in a traditional hetero marriage. This was just too weird. All through dinner Tracy and Dan made small talk and flirted, as if they had been married for years. Of course, for them, they had been married for years. But Dan was still a stranger to me. As Tracy was standing up to take her empty food container to the trash, Dan grabbed her by her naked pussy and pulled her in closer for a passionate kiss. Tracy reached down to grab at Dan's bulging groin. I didn't have the energy to watch what was about to happen, so I slipped out the patio door and sat outside on the patio. For the next half hour, I heard the sounds of my wife getting fucked by Dan through the exterior wall of our home. She was clearly having a great time. Meanwhile I was really, really regretting not taking Dan's offer now. Not only did I not get my dick back, I now had a stranger fucking my wife. Sometime after the sex sounds stopped, the patio door opened and Dan came outside carrying a six pack of beer. He handed me one and sat down on the other patio chair before opening a beer himself. He just talked to me about normal things for a bit as we both drank. He seemed like a nice enough guy, someone I'd probably be friends with if I had known him in my "real" life, but I was not happy about him being "married" to my wife and I. I didn't like him fucking my wife. And I had no desire for him to fuck me. We talked for a bit longer, and then went inside. As soon as Dan was inside, he slid his pants and underwear off. Apparently it was normal for my wife and Dan to walk around the house bottomless. Fuck, for all I knew it was normal for me to do it too. But I was definately keeping my pants on. I couldn't help but look at Dan's dick, which of course was enormous and perfect, no doubt due to Carl's handiwork. It was probably a good thing I left Tracy's vagina a bit on the large side, otherwise she'd need a lot of lube to take that thing. Dan caught me glancing at his porn star quality cock and actually asked me, "Hey Tom, wanna fuck?" I politely said no. The next day at work I went straight to Carl's cubicle. As soon as I went up to Carl he smiled and said, "Hey Tom. How's married life treating you?" I still wanted to punch him in the face, but thanks to the curse, I was still literally unable to do it. So I just told him, "Carl, who the hell is Dan, and why are my wife and I marred to him?" Carl seemed almost frustrated by my question. He just glanced at me and asked, "Well, it's fairly obvious I think. But, do you really want to know?" I mockingly nodded really fast. "Yeah, I wanna know." Suddenly, a twinge of pain hit my forehead. As it passed, I realized I now remembered everything from this reality. I remembered growing a pussy during puberty. I remembered many awkward dates in high school. I remembered Tracy and I meeting sort of how we had met for real, only this time I had to confess to her I had a pussy. I remembered us trying to make things work, but both of us eventually admitting we needed more. I remembered us meeting Dan. I remembered the wedding with him. I remembered sex...with him, and it was disturbingly good. I had the memories of two lifetimes now, one was my old one, the other was this one. To say it was confusing would be an understatement. Carl just looked at me mentally stumbling for a bit, then flatly said, "Now you know." I felt lightheaded, confused. My head hurt from absorbing a second lifetime of memories. I leaned against Carl's cubicle wall for support. I told him, "This isn't real, this isn't my life. I don't really love Dan. I don't actually enjoy sex with a man. I don't enjoy seeing my wife having sex with Dan. This is all an illusion, a trick." Carl squinted and rubbed the corners of his eyes as if he now had a headache as well. "Tom, reality isn't as concrete as you like to think. This reality is just as real as the one you remember. But I won't bother telling you about it, you have first-hand experience now. You asked for your marriage to have heterosexual sex, and now it does. And I need not tell you that Dan is an absolute master in that regard. You and your wife really lucked out." I almost wanted to cry. He was technically right, but he was morally wrong. "This is not my life. This isn't what I asked for and you know it." Carl scowled at me a little, and replied rather tersely, "I think you fail to grasp what a curse is Tom. I'm not your damn genie. I could take away your sex organs entirely and turn your wife into a Clydesdale stallion centaur, but I'm not quite that mad yet. But if you want me to be, just keep pushing." I backed off and said, "Ok, Ok. I'm sorry. Just tell me what I have to do." Carl threw his hands up and said, "You don't really have to do anything you don't want to now Tom. Go home to your loving wife and husband. Live in your beautiful 4 bedroom house in a quiet suburb. You and/or your wife can birth a few kids and watch them grow into productive members of society. Retire to the Florida Keys where the three of you can drink Pina Coladas while watching sunsets. Live happily ever after, so to speak." "I'm just supposed to accept my wife getting fucked by Dan? I'm supposed to accept having a pussy and getting fucked by Dan?" Carl furled his eyebrows a bit. "Tom, you know for a fact Dan is a far superior lover than you were when you had your willy, don't bother denying it. On your best day in your old life you never sexually pleased you wife as well as Dan does now on an average Thursday morning. Not only have you have seen him with Tracy, you have actually experienced his skills yourself. I think if you really think about it, you enjoy Dan fucking you more than you enjoyed fucking Tracy." I blushed as I remembered Dan's hard cock thrusting into my pussy, making me feel things that seemed so...unnatural for me to enjoy. I bit my lower lip a bit, then said, "Look, Carl, I know Dan is an amazing lover and I admit Tracy almost certainly enjoys sex with him way more than she did with me, but, this marriage, this life...it isn't really the life I chose. I just want things to go back to normal." Carl sighed, and then stared at the ground for a moment. When he looked back up at me he said, "So let me get this straight. You and your wife got along fine without sex, but you wanted sex. Your wife was very happy and satisfied fulfilling her fetish by fucking giant dildos, but you wanted her vagina to fit your dick. Then, she was very happy with you both having vaginas, but you wanted a dick. And now you and your wife have a man who loves you and provides you with top tier mind blowing sex, but you want to go back to how it was with just you and her. Is that about right?" I didn't really know how to answer that. Did he really expect me to appreciate these "gifts" he had been cursing me with? "Um, Carl," I said with mild trepidation, "I get that I'm being a bit selfish, but I love my wife and just want what we had before all this. I realize now I didn't appreciate what I had before enough, but now I do. Can you please just lift the curse?" Carl waved his hand dramatically and said, "I don't think you've learned anything yet Tom, not really. But, congratulations, you got a penis again. And you and your wife are no longer married to Dan. But, your wife really enjoys sex with Dan, and I'm not taking that away from her. It's up to you to convince her to give up sex with Dan. And if you can't, well, you can just go fuck yourself." I felt a tingle in my groin, and then a sudden fullness in my underwear let me know I had a penis again. I left Carl's cubicle and headed straight for the men's room to check it out. Inside the men's room stall I pulled off my pants and underwear to find that I indeed had a penis, but it was not the one I had before. First of all, it was upside down. My balls were on the top side of the shaft, and the shaft itself had the underside facing outward. And everything seemed a bit lower than it should be. It also had a curve to it that would be an upward curve if it was right side up, but in my case it was effectively a downward curve. "What the Fuck?" I muttered out loud. It was little comfort that my shaft seemed way longer than my old one. I stroked the long curved shaft a few times and thought about sex, just to see what would happen when I got hard. As my member started to harden, sure enough it curved between my legs. "Just fuckin great," I mumbled under my breath. "How the fuck am I supposed to have sex with a hard-on that tucks between my legs?" Although I was quickly learning that my curved upside down dick was up to something. As my erection stiffened further, the curvature only increased, becoming more U shaped. And before long, the tip of my dick was pressing against something all too familiar. I suddenly realized I still had a vagina! I don't know if the curse had prevented me from realizing sooner, or if I had just been focused on my weird upside down dick, but feeling with my hands I definitely still had my pussy. And my weird upside down curved dick was pressing right against the opening. I was fully aware of what was about to happen, but aside from holding my penis away from my pussy and thinking about baseball, things were gonna happen anyway. I decided to just let them happen. As I expected, my stiffening cock worked its way into my vagina all on its own. It seemed to move as it did, willing itself into my waiting pussy. Then my vaginal muscles began to contract around my shaft, which caused a feedback through my penis. My pussy seemed to suck at my cock, and my cock twitched happily in response. It was a feedback loop, one part causing the other part to respond back, getting more intense each time. And I wasn't in control of any of this. My genitals were fucking themselves on their own, and I was left feeling overwhelmed by both male and female sexual stimulation at the same time. For several minutes I just sat in the bathroom stall helpless as I literally fucked myself. Finally, I reached orgasm, my cock and pussy contracting together as my balls emptied into my vagina. I was feeling both a male and female orgasm at the same time. Far and away the best orgasm of my entire life. It was so intense, I thought I would pass out. As things finally stopped convulsing down there, I just leaned against the cold bathroom stall divider for a minute, panting in sexual exhaustion. I felt my cock soften and slip out of my pussy, letting a dribble of my semen fall from my vagina. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned myself up. I almost went to confront Carl again, but knew nothing good would come from it. He'd just screw me over again. I decided I had to try to win back my marriage the hard way. Every time I try to make things better through Carl, they get worse. So, fuck Carl. This was my reality now I decided. So, I had to convince Tracy to stop fucking Dan. I also had to somehow sexually satisfy her without using my genitals which now seemed custom made to fuck myself and not anyone else. And above all, I had to be the husband she deserved in the first place. If I did all that, my wife and I could have a normal-ish life again in spite of the curse. Maybe once Carl got bored with me and found a new toy to play with, I could find a doctor to flip my penis over to be right side up. Yeah it would stilll have a curve that would pretty much be trying to fuck my belly button then, but at least I could probably bend it into my wife's vagina that way. Have sex with her somewhat normally again. I'd probably keep the pussy, because now it was just an added bonus, more or less. But for now, I was hoping the oral sex thing we had going a while back would be enough for Tracy again. Of course, that was a tall order now that she had experienced sex with Dan. Maybe I could buy a strap on? That evening, Tracy came home, but she did not remove her pants. We prepared dinner together and just talked. And I noticed she was just...normal. We talked about work, about current events, and mentioned what we wanted to watch on Netflix later. Yeah, she mentioned Dan a few times, but at least the bastard didn't live here now. After dinner we settled in the living room to watch Netflix with some popcorn and a bottle of wine. I had my arm around her, and she leaned into me. It was very nice. We made out for a bit, but I was beginning to get aroused, and in my current state, that might set off a chain of events I didn't want to happen right now. I broke the kiss and pulled back a bit. Tracy sensed this though and asked, "What's wrong?" I just lightly shrugged. "Nothing, just watching the movie." My wife just smiled a little and asked, "Oh, were you getting...turned on?" I blushed. "Yeah, a little." Her little smile turned into a devilish one. She looked right at me and said, "It's ok hun. You can fuck yourself." I was stunned at the sudden vulgarity from her. "Um, excuse me?" Still looking right at me she said again in a firmer tone, "Fuck yourself Tom." I don't know why, but hearing that from her seemed to arouse me intensely. My vagina moistened, my dick hardened into its curve. I pulled off my pants and underwear and slid forward on the sofa bit to allow my cock to move towards my pussy. Before long I really was fucking myself right in front of my wife. I just bit my lower lip and softly whimpered as my body had sex fully autonomously. All the while my wife Tracy just held my hand and watched intently. When I climaxed she stroked my cheek and asked me, "Was it good hun?" I just nodded, and tried to catch my breath. I then pulled my dick out of my pussy and excused myself to go to the bathroom and clean up. As I came down from my post sex high, I realized I had to do something for Tracy. I was trying to win her sexuality back from Dan, after all. So, as soon as I came back out of the bathroom I nuzzled up to my wife on the couch and started making out again, but this time rubbing her thigh. It did not have the response I expected. She just sort of pulled away and asked me, "What are you doing? I thought you just had sex?" I just smiled and told her, "Well, yeah I had some fun, so I thought I could give you a little fun too." She looked like I had just told her I wanted to put a bucket on my head and dance the chicken dance. Me initiating sexual activity was obviously something that didn't happen too often in this reality, or whatever that fucknut Carl had made here with his damn curse. She just looked at me funny for a bit longer and then hesitantly said, "Um, ok, but not sure why you're doing this." I just smiled and said, "Why? Because I love you, that's why." She raised her eyebrows more than I would have liked and replied, "Ok, I love you too, but, you haven't done anything sexual towards me in years and I've told you that you don't have to. It's fine, really. Dan took care of me yesterday." I sighed heavily and thought about what an asshole Carl was. Years? Really? I hadn't done anything sexual with my wife in years now? Wow. I wished I could tell Tracy about all those weeks I had literally eaten her out every day, but she obviously had no memory of it. I just shrugged and went down on her. I got her to orgasm, but I'd be lying if I said my performance was spectacular. I had already fucked myself and just wasn't fully in the mood anymore. Over the next few days I noticed a few things about my new situation. The first was that hearing Tracy or anyone else say, "fuck yourself" was far and away the most erotic thing I could imagine now. I tried looking at porn, reading erotic literature, but nothing came even close to those two words. It was like a code phrase for triggering my body to have it's little self-sex thing. I could probably stop the sex if I really tried, but it would be a major challenge. The second thing I noticed was that Tracy was fully aware of the power those two words gave her. She said it to me often. Whenever I showed any sexual interest in her, she'd just tell me to fuck myself and my body would almost instantly comply. I'd then have to crawl back to her in my post-sex low libido state and try to please her. Needless to say, it was a challenge to perform for her, and so far she wasn't very impressed. It was obvious she was used to me just doing my own thing while Dan took care of her sexually. The following Saturday Dan showed up. He acted like we were best buds still, but at least I wasn't married to him now. And I didn't have to worry about him fucking me. He did his stupid bro fist thing again. But just after the bro fist he said to me, "Hey man, go fuck yourself!" It was so sudden, so direct. It caught me off guard and before I knew it my knees buckled and I was moaning on the floor, fucking myself. While I was busy having sex, my wife and Dan cuddled on the couch. It was embarassing how little control I had over my own body. After the three of us ate dinner together Dan made love to my wife for an hour and, fuck, I did not know how I was going to convince her to not see him anymore. It seemed impossible. I now knew full well what Dan was capable of in bed, after all, from my memories of the previous, "reality". And meanwhile I was a guy who had just fucked himself on the livingroom floor. To my credit I kept at it though, week by week. I tried oral, I tried a strap on dildo, I tried being romantic, I tried being dominant. But it always felt unnatural, and I was always forcing myself to do it. For her part Tracy went along with all of it, but it was clear she still lusted for sex with Dan. I even tried to have actual sex with her, much to my regret. No matter what position we tried, I could not get into her vagina without painfully bending my curved penis. My new cock only had one use it seems, fucking my own pussy. As time wore on, things began to change. My resolve for being my wife's sexual partner waned. Not only was I not physically cut out for it, but the sex I was having with myself was really, really good. It was hard not to just enjoy it. I started noticing I was finding my wife less attractive. Hell, women in general seemed less attractive to me. I realized I was actually starting to find myself attractive, if that even makes sense. But I had a satisfying sex life with myself, after all, so I guess in a way it would stand to reason I would find me attractive. Meanwhile, my wife had a satisfying sex life with Dan. I just sort of lost the will to fight what was seemingly natural. My wife and I loved each other still, more than ever if you can believe it. I actually got to like Dan, he was a great guy and we had become best friends. I didn't even mind him dicking my wife anymore, it just sort of seemed right. And besides, I could have mind blowing sex literally whenever I wanted. I didn't need my wife's pussy anymore and frankly I didn't even really want it. I dropped the attempts to sex with my wife entirely and she actually seemed relieved. And I kind of admit, I was relieved too. My wife and I didn't have a sex life together, but we were both happier now. Dan eventually moved in with us. Tracy recently announced she was pregnant with their first child. Everything was fine. One day, I looked at the calendar on my computer at work and realized it had been one year since Carl had cursed me. It seemed like a lifetime ago. I hadn't spoken to him much about the curse in a while, so I went over with a cup of coffee and knocked on his cubicle wall. Carl just looked up from his computer and said, "Hey Tom, I'll get that DPI report over to you by lunch, I promise." "No no, Carl, I'm not here about that, I just wanted to..talk." Carl turned away from his computer and said, "Oh really? What about?" I just shrugged and told him, "I dunno, I was just thinking about when you had cursed me, or whatever it is you did. Just wanted to make sure you weren't still mad at me." Carl just smiled. "Wow, you haven't brought that up in a long time, so I had sort of assumed you liked fucking yourself. Are you looking for a change?" I waved my hand. "No, oh god no. please. Just... leave things as they are. I do like having sex with myself, actually. A lot. But, I just wanted you to know that you were right, I had been neglecting my wife before. I had been selfish, emotionally and sexually. I deserve to fuck myself. She deserves a lover who puts her needs first. It's just that... You could have done anything to us and I...I'm just glad you gave us an opportunity to find this happiness, even if this life we have isn't exactly normal. My wife and I, and Dan, well, we really are happy like this." Carl smiled, an actual genuine smile this time. "Well Tom, glad things worked out. And, from the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself." I smiled and felt the stirring in my pants as my genitals began to work on fulfilling his request. I needed to get to the bathroom before things progressed to far, and I could already feel the tip of my cock sliding in search my vaginal opening. But as I turned to leave, I stopped and asked him, "Hey, just one more quick question. It's something I've been meaning to ask you for a long time. Why do you insist on wearing those old brown suits all the time? They went out of style in like, the 80s. You'd look so much better in a newer modern suit." The old man in the outdated brown suit just laughed. "Well, I guess I really liked this look and so I just sort of stuck with it." END