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Breaking the Routine by Tgaby Saturday Prologue It was a cold and blustery November day when Maya finally found the nameless little store on 75th street. There was nothing on the front to indicate that it was a store at all, but she knew this was the place the moment she saw it. She'd heard rumors of its existence through the wives' grapevine, usually mentioned in hushed tones as having helped with couples therapy in a peculiar way. Nobody she had asked would give her any details about the store or the therapy, nor would they tell her exactly where the shop was. She had managed to piece together the approximate location and simply decided to go looking. She stopped just inside the unmarked wooden door. The inside of the store looked like any other old antiquities place, full of other people's junk and garbage. But Maya knew that none of these items were junk, and that she should not touch anything. There were stacks of old books, antique furniture, and jars of liquid with colorful fleshy- looking bits floating inside. She determined not to look closely at any of those. She picked her way carefully to the front counter, noting the man sitting behind the glass in his overstuffed recliner, reading. He was very old and rather wrinkled - perhaps in his mid eighties? His nose had been broken at some point and now sat crooked on his face. His glasses were rimless, trying and failing to stay on straight in spite of the nose. His hair was very white. She stood waiting for him to notice her, to say something, but he never did. He simply continued reading, page after page, as she stood there feeling like a fool. She shuffled from foot to foot. She wrung her gloves. She looked around nervously. She made it perhaps five minutes when she decided to clear her throat. The man looked up at her and smiled. "Five minutes and sixteen seconds, Miss Maya. Rather longer than most, I must say. Are you always so patient?" "No, usually I'm.... how did you know my name?" "It is my job to know these things, Miss Maya. Is that not why you are here?" "Well, yes... but seeing that sort of thing in action is rather different than reading about it." "Indeed it is," the old man said with a chuckle. "But we must now come to terms on the reason you are here, for Miss Vera will be along in a few minutes and I am afraid she is going to make a rather large mess of things in here. You have come for your husband." Maya nodded. "And the two of you are having some marital issues." She nodded again. "And you truly believe this will help you both? What would he say if he knew?" Her eyes downcast, she whispered, "He would never agree knowingly. But I know him. He will be happy - we both will. There's no other way for us to stay together and make it work and we both want that. The daily routine is killing us." The shopkeep nodded absently. He knew all of this to be true, of course, but she had to speak it truly for it to matter. "It is difficult to freely give matters of the heart and soul to a stranger, and to do so with such honesty, Miss Maya. I will give you what you need. As you undoubtedly know, I delight in a little mischief here and there, but there is nothing I enjoy more than fixing a soul in need. There will be no charge, Miss Maya, and be mindful of the directions." Maya stopped with her hand halfway down to her purse. "Are you certain?" He smiled, and handed her a box with her name on it. "Away with you. And best of luck." Maya hesitated for a moment, then tucked the box under one arm. She murmured her thanks, and headed back out the front door, holding it open for an irate blonde woman who stormed through just as she left. As the door closed, Maya heard the woman yelling, and she nearly ran away from the storefront, cradling her package as carefully as if it were an infant. Behind her, she heard the first of several loud bangs. She did not look back. Wednesday Your alarm goes off at 7:05 AM, the normal time. You reach over and smash the top of the clock, snoozing it for another ten minutes, also normal. You feel groggy and distant, in need of a shower to wake up. Your head is pounding, and it is a wednesday. You hate wednesdays. No particular reason necessary - you hate most days. You hear your wife emerge from the large master bathroom and walk to the side of the bed. With practiced flair, she yanks all of the covers off of you, leaving you exposed to the cold morning air. At the same time, she sets a glass of water down on the bedside table for you, turns off your alarm clock, and gives your leg a slight tap with her hair brush. "Time to get up, John," Maya says cheerfully. "Go away," you mumble into your pillow, attempting to reach back and grab the blanket from her. "Honey, you're going to be late to work again if you don't get up." You know she's right. But it doesn't help you to wake up, feel less groggy, or to enjoy mornings anymore. That blasted alarm, the blasted cold air, the blasted covers, and most of all, your blasted wife. You love her more than anything, but taking a man's covers when he's trying to sleep should be a crime. "I'll give you five minutes, but if you're still in bed when I finish in the bathroom, I'm dropping water on you again." "Okay, okay. I'm up." You manage to roll over and sit up, blearily looking around the room. You spy the water she left for you and drink about half of it. Enough to wake you up and get you moving for the day. The water has a strange metallic taste to it - she must have filled it from the faucet up here instead of grabbing a glass from the fridge. "Did you fill the water up here from the sink? It tastes funny again," you call out to your wife. Maya leans out of the bathroom and looks at you, a satisfied smile on her face. "Well, if you'd get out of bed on time, I'd get you a better glass of water when I get my coffee. Until then, you're lucky to get the swamp water!" She laughed as she went back to her morning routines. I married a damned comedian, you think to yourself as you throw your legs off the bed. You down the rest of the water, blanching a bit at the taste. But in spite of your complaining, you know that you couldn't ask for a better wife. How she managed to be so cheerful and perky while also dragging your lazy ass through the day has always been a mystery to you. She's right... I'm definitely the lucky one, you think. If only she'd been as lucky as me. --------- The rest of the day is as routine as the morning. You work downtown at a bank, working long hours and grinding your way slowly up the corporate ladder. You make a decent living, which is nice, but middle management at a bank is a soul-sucking hell, which is not. You give them the ten hours they require of you, and not a second more, barring any deadlines. After work, it's off to the bar for a drink until seven. Then home to grab dinner with your wife, where she'll ask you how your day went and you'll tell her everything is fine, even when she knows that it isn't. The two of you will silently watch television until bed, where you'll go right to sleep. If you're really feeling up for it, you'll bang out a quickie with no foreplay, no cuddling, and no emotion. Sometimes you hear her crying quietly afterwards. It wasn't always like this. You love your wife, you truly do, but it's just gotten so hard to care about anything lately. You used to love, to laugh. You used to care. When did your entire life become such a boring drag? --------- "Honey?" you call. "Can you come here for a minute?" "Sure, give me a second," Maya replies from the laundry room. You are standing on a scale in the bathroom after work on Wednesday. You weighed in today at 177, which still leaves you a bit shy of your goal weight of 165. You check your weight log and note the previous three days - 189, 184, and 181. You've been trying to diet, but nobody loses twelve pounds in three days. Nobody except fighters and wrestlers on a weight cut for weigh-ins, at least. "Yes dear?" said Maya as she enters the room, holding two towels and with a shirt draped over her shoulder. "Look at this," you gesture to the scale as you step on it again. It calculates for a few seconds and returns yet another number - 176. "It just showed me at 177, and look at the numbers for the past three days! Maybe that's why I've been so fatigued? Think I could have mono?" Maya just stares at you for a second, concern flashing across her face. Then a slight smile, almost too quick for you to notice it. She's probably just happy your diet has finally started kicking in. You've been struggling with your weight for years, after all. She looks down at the scale again. "Maybe, but have you been around anyone that's been sick at all?" she asks. "Well, Anne went home sick last week, but she's back at work again. I think she'd have said something if it was serious..." She considers this. "Maybe the scale is broken, we've had it for years. Or maybe you're not drinking the same amount. These things happen, maybe give it a week and see? You aren't feeling sick, right?" You say, "I have been feeling fatigued, actually. That's why I went to bed early yesterday. Why don't you get on the scale and see what it says? Then we'll know if it's ten pounds off or not." "You should never ask to see a woman's weight," Maya said, grinning at you. You know she isn't being serious. Maya was aging very gracefully, never over 125. She was an attractive woman, and you both knew it. She'd always been fit and her weight had fluctuated only a little throughout your dating and married life. You'd never understood why she would want to be with an overweight, somewhat out of shape guy like yourself, but the two of you WERE happy once. She stepped on the scale, still holding the towels and shirt. Even with the added weight, the scale registered 127, well within her normal range. She turned and shrugged at you. "You can call the doctor if you like, but I still say it's hydration or something if you aren't feeling that bad. Maybe call it an early night?" You nod dubiously as your wife returns to the laundry. You step on the scale one last time and it registers a 175. Shaking your head, you head to the bedroom to get ready for bed. It's only a little after nine, but you are feeling rather sluggish at the moment. Maybe Maya is right.. You resolve to drink more water the next few days and see if your weight returns to a more normal figure. You're happy to have some weight loss, but this.. This is a little too much, too quickly. You lay down on the bed and realize just how exhausted you actually are. Your eyes close as your mind begins to shut down, leaving a lingering image of the scale counting down your weight. 177, 176, 175.. What in the hell is going on? Thursday Sunlight filters in through the blinds in your bedroom, leaving alternating lines of light and shadow across the floor and the bottom of the bed. The light moves slowly up the bed and nightstand, with the first beams hitting your alarm clock sometime around nine. It was silent, and had been silent all morning. The light continued its trek up and across the bed, finally crossing your face at ten. You wake up, blinking at the sunlight. You feel very relaxed, comfortable, and mentally refreshed, and wonder why. You lie there for a moment, squinting around the room, and your brain catches up with the fact that there is daylight coming through the windows. You glance over at your alarm and it glares back at you, showing you are already very late. You fly out of bed to your closet, grabbing a suit and socks and running to the bathroom. You hang the suit on the top of the door and do your business in the bathroom. A quick brush of the teeth and it's back to the room to toss on the clothes. There's no time for a tie or jacket, so you grab a sweater and pull on the slacks. They won't stay on. This brings your urgency to a sudden, slamming halt as you look down at pants. You bend down and pull them up again, and they once again slide right back down your legs. What the hell? you think. These were a little tight yesterday! You look down at your waist and try to remember what it usually looks like. Is it a bit slimmer than normal? You are sure your eyes are playing tricks on you, or maybe it's just that you didn't eat last night or this morning. You pull down the pants and cinch on a belt, going at least two holes tighter than normal. You turn to the bed to grab your socks just as Maya appears at the door. "Honey!" she says. "Slow down, it's ok!" "Okay? I'm two hours late for work, why didn't you wake me up? What happened to my alarm?" you demand. "You didn't set it last night. I tried to wake you, but you were so out of it this morning. I called Joe and let him know what was going on, and he said to just take the sick day. Lord knows you have enough of them saved up." You pause at this. Joe Arloss is your boss at the bank, and while it is strange for Maya to have called him, they have met at social outings several times before. "You're sure he said it was fine? I had deadlines to hit this week..." "Dear, if you have mono or some other illness, they do not want you in the office today. When was the last time you slept for thirteen hours? I'm beginning to wonder if you have caught something," Maya says. "I guess I should call the doctor," you grumble, letting your pants fall back to the floor. "I'm feeling fine at the moment, though." Maya shakes her head. "You just slept for an extra long time, and you've only been up for five minutes. Let's see if you feel fatigued after several hours. Why don't you get changed and I'll call the doc for you?" You nod at that. If you aren't going in to work, you sure as hell don't need a sweater and slacks to sit at home. Maya heads back downstairs to make her phone call while you change into a t-shirt and some jogging pants. Even these seem like they feel a little baggy on you. Your eyes narrow as you stare down at yourself. You don't look different, but it's so hard to tell. You strip back down and head back to the bathroom. The scale is sitting where you left it, and you take extra care to set it down evenly. You tare the scale to make absolutely sure it is at zero before stepping on. The electronic numbers spin for a few moments before displaying the number: 167. You stare at it for a few seconds, dread creeping up your neck. Just what is going on with me? You head downstairs to get some breakfast and find Maya puttering around in the kitchen. You see that she's cooking up some eggs and bacon. The sight of them sets your stomach rumbling - it has been almost a full day since you've eaten, after all. You walk over to the stove and take an appreciative sniff. "I don't get to cook breakfast for you very often. I'm enjoying it," Maya says, smiling. "I could get used to sleeping in and eating breakfast on a work day. Too bad I have to be sick for it to happen." You shake your head. "I still don't feel sick. I don't even feel tired right now." "I told you to give it a few hours," she admonished. "You could be running on a six hour battery today. I got a hold of Dr. Lincoln's office, by the way. The earliest they can get you in is Monday, unless it's an emergency. If so, they suggested going to the clinic." You make a face. "I'm not going to the damn clinic. They'll just charge us a fortune and we could google better solutions ourselves. I'll see him Monday, and if it becomes an emergency before then, take me to the ER." Maya nods at this and returns to her cooking. Your stomach is audibly grumbling, and you are sure she can hear it. She scoops the eggs and bacon onto a plate and slides it over to you on the counter. She turns around and begins to scrape the griddle clean, humming happily to herself. You grab a fork and pull the plate over to yourself, but not before glancing at your wife. Her attire this morning is a little outside of her norm. She's wearing a tight pair of yoga pants, and her shapely butt is quite visible to you. She's usually more reserved in her lounging- around-home clothes. You feel a twinge in your groin as your cock stirs. It's been some time since the two of you did anything intimate besides quickies just before bed. You resolve to change this after eating as your cock continues to stiffen. Wolfing down your food, your eyes linger on Maya. You swear that there's something slightly off about her. She somehow seems more attractive than normal, but you can't put your finger on any particular reason why. She's always been pretty, and you've always been attracted to her, but something about the way she's moving today, the way she's dressed... It's just too much for you right now. Your cock is rock hard, and you can think of nothing else but her. Maya finishes cleaning up and glides over to grab your plate. She walks around behind you and leans over your shoulder, reaching for the plate with her right hand. You look down and right and are rewarded with a spectacular view of her breasts down her low-cut shirt. Her nipples stand out against the fabric, and it's obvious she isn't wearing a bra. Your cock twitches at the sight and you find yourself pulling your arm back and to the right to grab her butt. Maya lets out a small squeak, clearly not expecting this. She looks at you in surprise, and looks down to see your cock clearly tenting your pants. She locks her eyes on you again and sets your dirty plate back down. She reaches down and takes a hold of your cock through your track pants and squeezes slightly. "You have no idea how it feels to know that you really want me for once. It's been awhile," she says quietly. Her hand slowly massages your cock as you breath in sharply. "Tell me how you want it," you manage to get out, voice shaky as she continues working your shaft through the fabric. Maya turns you around on the stool to face her. Her eyes stare deeply into yours, her mouth curled up in a slight smile. Her breath is as ragged as yours, and you can tell that she's as turned on by this as you are. Her lips are a bright red, and her mouth hangs open slightly. Her hand continues to work your cock, and you worry that you're going to cum before you actually do anything. She leans forward and gives you a deep kiss, then traces her lips around your cheek to breathe into your ear. The hot breath on your neck and her hand rubbing you is doing wild things to you. She remains there for a few seconds before whispering into your ear. "I want to make this memorable for you, in case we can't later.. Just enjoy." You are puzzled by this line, but all thoughts of what she meant vanish as she crouches down in front of you. She reaches up to your waistband and pulls your pants down, the band catching slightly on your erect cock. She looks up and makes eye contact as she licks all the way along the shaft. You jerk in your seat as she takes your cock in her mouth and begins to suck lightly on the tip. It has been a long time since she's done this for you, and you forgot just how erotic and wonderful it feels. She continues to suck on the tip for a few moments before taking more of you into her mouth. She begins to work the shaft in and out, holding the base of your cock in her hand. You can't believe how good it feels, and let out an involuntary moan. Your cock begins building towards an orgasm, far quicker than you would like. The sensations and the rare blowjob combined are just too much for you. You make it only a minute or two longer with Maya sucking you off before your cock stiffens and begins to cum. You try to warn Maya, but all you can do is groan as your cock spurts jet after jet of cum. The sheer physical pleasure of it leaves you gasping for air. Astonishingly, Maya locks down on you and holds on for the entire load, before looking up at you and swallowing. You stare at her in shock, as she has never swallowed before. Still making eye contact with you, she continues to suck lightly on your limp cock, tracing her tongue around the head. This feels amazing, but you are so sensitive after your strong orgasm that the stimulation is too much. "No more, Maya," you say, as you gently take her head and push her back, cock slipping from her lips as she gives it a last tug. "Too sensitive?" she asks with a grin. "Waaaaay too sensitive. What was that all about? I'm not complaining, but what the hell?" Maya smiles mischievously. "Do I need a reason to dote on my husband?" "Well, no. But that was... new?" "I just felt bad that you haven't been feeling the best," she replies. "I thought this might perk you up since you haven't had much energy lately." She hesitates for a moment. "I also thought that maybe we could refocus on our intimacy a bit... I know we talked about it before, but I thought maybe I could do a little more to turn you on." "Maya, I've just been having a rough go at work. Life's a little down, we've been over this. People go through these cycles... but I will try a little harder for you, okay?" "All I've ever asked is for you to try," Maya says, grinning again. "Maybe for you to be hard as well." With that, she grabs your limp cock and rubs it softly. You begin to perk back up again, and she quickens her pace. Before you can say anything, she's got you at full mast again, working you with both hands. You lean back against the counter. Who are you to argue with your wife when she's horny? --------- After almost three hours - three hours! - of love making, you are spent. Despite how you're felt the rest of the week, you're pretty sure you've come down with a wife-induced case of sex exhaustion. Maya was an animal today, taking the lead at every step. Riding on top of you, jerking you off, blowjobs. Everything you'd ever wanted from her you got in one afternoon. You couldn't believe that your cock kept reviving itself, orgasm after orgasm. It was like your refractory period vanished, with no other changes to how your genitals worked. You lie naked in bed, your wife cuddled up next to you. Her long brown hair falls across your chest and she breathes steadily against your side. She'd fallen asleep twenty minutes ago, and no surprise there. Her arm was draped across your chest, holding on to your shoulder, with her forearm just under your chin. Her fingers were twitching, as if she were grabbing at your cock again in her sleep. Perhaps she was. You let out a contented sigh. Life felt pretty good right now, for the first time in some time. You adjust yourself slightly, your cock still semi-hard. You reach up to move your wife's arm down somewhat, as it's a little too close to your throat for you to comfortably sleep. You consider putting her hand on your shaft, hoping she would grab and rub it again, but decide that Maya has definitely earned some rest. You pull her hand down to your chest and close your eyes contentedly. You manage to rest for perhaps thirty seconds when Maya's fingers jerk sharply again, as if grabbing something. Her fingernail grazes along your left nipple and you feel a sharp, intense burst of pleasure. You let out an audible gasp, your eyes jerking awake. What was THAT? You've never been overly sensitive in that area, and you know this one for a fact. Maya had tried to include nipple play in your sexual encounters before and you'd just never enjoyed it, to her dismay. But this... this had been a shock to your system every bit as intense as her wrapping her tongue on your head earlier. Slowly you bring your hand up and grab Maya's wrist. You position her hand just over your nipple and wait. Two minutes later, her hand spasms again. This time as her fingers grasp inward they light grab your nipple, grazing it with two fingernails. You aren't really big enough to grab onto, but the sensation is the same as before. You feel an intense wave of pleasure radiating out of your chest and your cock stiffens to full mast. You feel your nipple stiffen as if it were thirty degrees in the room. You breathe out slowly and try to sort out your confusion. Are you more turned on than normal? Have you gotten off so much that everything is sensitive? And... most embarrassing of all... should you try playing with yourself? You bring Maya's hand down to your cock where her fingers twitch lightly against the skin. She doesn't grab it like you were hoping, but having skin on skin contact down there feels good. You bring your hand back up to your chest and slowly reach out two fingers to your nipple, squeezing it between them. "Oh God!" you whisper. The feeling is incredible, and you begin to massage yourself. It feels almost as good as having your cock rubbed. It feels so different and strange, and the wrongness of doing it adds a bit of spice to the whole thing. Playing with yourself quietly next to your sleeping wife is highly exciting as well. You continue to rub yourself as the pleasure builds, kneading your skin back and forth. You feel an ache in your balls as you need release again. Fortunately, Maya's hand twitched around your cock again and almost immediately you jerk in another orgasm. There is almost no ejaculate this time, having been spent during your earlier sessions. Your cock pulses several more times, and your nipple tingles pleasurably. You've never felt anything quite like that. The pleasure just sort of... stayed there. You just felt good. You lay there for some time, basking in the feeling as it gradually fades. You yawn and realize how exhausted you are after everything. You might have been tired from an afternoon like this normally, but after being sick? You could use the nap. You lean over and kiss your wife on the forehead and close your eyes. Within minutes you are snoring away. If you had been awake and opened your eyes a few minutes later, you'd have seen Maya's eyes locked onto your chest. The corners of her mouth tugged up in the beginnings of a smile. Closing her eyes, her smile blossoms, and she whispers a single word before drifting off to sleep. "Finally." --------- It is dark outside when you wake up. You feel the pressure on your bladder and know that you need to pee. You gently move your arm out from under your wife, who is still snuggled up next to you. She murmurs something in her sleep, but doesn't wake. You look over to your alarm and see that it is after nine. You still feel haggard, as if the nap hadn't refreshed you at all. Groaning, you stretch your arms over your head and feel your back crack. You just feel weak all over, similar to the previous several evenings. You roll out of the bed and head to the bathroom. You relieve yourself and head to the sink, where you wash your hands and splash some water on yourself. You figure that you should shave, since you missed it the previous two days, so you grab the shaving gel and your razor. You wait for the water to warm and splash some more on your face, feeling your chin with your fingers. You freeze as your fingers find... nothing. No hair, no stubble. It feels like you shaved an hour ago. You look around the edge of the door out into the bedroom, and see that your wife is still sleeping soundly in the bed. There's no way that she shaved you, right? You're certain she couldn't do it without waking you. Then when...? Shaking your head, you put the gel and razor away. You look around the bathroom, unsure of what to do. Should you go to the emergency room? Call the doctor again? You're sure something strange is happening. The weight loss, the tiredness, the facial hair... Something is definitely wrong. You head over to the scale and check your weight again: 162. You stare at the number for what feels like the hundredth time this week. Twenty five pounds in a few days. Five pounds since you woke up today. That seems impossible, otherworldly. You look down at your stomach and do a double-take. Your stomach is clearly flatter. Much of your belly fat is just gone. You'd be excited about this if it had happened under other circumstances, but now you're worried that you are dying. You run to the full length mirror to see if anything else has changed. After giving yourself a careful one over, you just look... Thinner. It looks like normal weight loss, with some being gone from your face, arms, legs, and stomach. It's happening so fast, but not in a way that's abnormal. You have no idea what to make of this, and you're beginning to panic. "Maya!" you yell as you run into the bedroom. Reaching her, you grab her shoulder and shake her gently. "Maya, wake up!" "What's wrong?" she shouts as she bolts upright in bed, eyes wide in surprise. She blinks several times and rubs her hand over her eyes. "Maya, there's something wrong. I'm at 162! I was at 167 this morning! 187 three days ago! This can't be normal. Look at my face, it's like I shaved, and I haven't shaved since Tuesday! We need to go to the ER, it could be cancer, it could be... I don't know!" Maya pales at this, and she takes a deep breath. She grabs your hand and holds it with hers. She looks at you, and her eyes are sad. She's tearing up, clearly upset. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She closes it and looks at you again, tears beginning to fall. She looks down at the bed, still holding your hand. "Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I'm sure it's not cancer, babe," you say. You've scared her, and as worried as you are, you don't want her upset. Surely there's some sort of explanation, that's what doctors are for. "What?" Maya says sharply, raising her head to look at you. Tears still stream down her face, and she looks horrified. "No, that's not it. Just... give me a second. I knew this was coming, and I should have planned this out better. I should have said something." What the hell? Should have said something? Knew this was coming? You sit on the bed next to her and wrap your arm around her shoulder. "I have no idea what's going on. It seems like you know something I don't, and I think it's time you tell me. I'm scared, Maya. What's wrong with me?" "There's nothing wrong," replies Maya, unable to meet your eyes. "Well, you're not dying at least. Come on, let's go to the bathroom and I'll explain. Please..." Maya trails off, her voice lowering to a whisper. "Please forgive me." She stands from the bed, still naked, and walks into the bathroom. She turns to look at you from the doorway, and the light silhouettes her body. You see the curve of her butt, the soft lines of her hips and breasts, and your body betrays you. In spite of all of your nervousness, your cock springs to life. You feel an almost overwhelming desire to fuck your wife. You stand and she notices your shaft. She shakes her head sadly and turns to go into the bathroom. You hear her open a drawer and close it, and something thumps onto the counter. You head in after her and find her standing at the sink, a small wooden box sitting in front of her. Her name is emblazoned on the top in delicate gold filigree letters. Maya looks at you and nods towards the box. "What's in the box? you ask. "Your answer." You walk over to the counter and look down at the box. It is some kind of dark wood, nicely polished. The lettering is very ornate and precise, with no chipping or paint spots. You touch the box and can tell that it's fairly heavy when it doesn't budge at all. Reaching down to take the lid with both hands, you raise the lid and set it to the side. Inside the box are eight vials filled with an odd purple liquid. There is space for four more vials, but the holes are completely empty, with no sign of empty vials or stoppers. There is also a note that appears to have been handwritten. You stare at the vials for a few seconds. You look at your wife and she nods once, still unable to meet your eyes. You reach down and pick up a vial, angling it slightly to see the liquid move. It slides around slowly, as if it were thick and viscous, like Pepto bismol. The vial is oddly warm to the touch. "This is... this is it," Maya stammers. "This is what's making you change." You give the vial a little shake. " Just this liquid? What is it?" "Read the note." You pick up the note and read over it. "Maya, Give your husband one dose a day for seven days. Make sure he doesn't know about it until the 4th day, as once the changes begin to manifest there isn't much you can do to stop it. Doses 4-7 only affect how much he becomes your ideal lover. I included a few extra doses in case you break one. Call me if you need anything." You finish reading and set the vial and the paper down. You look at your wife, who is standing to the side, still sobbing. "So, you mean to tell me that you went and got this crazy box full of God only knows what chemicals... and you've been dosing me with them?" Maya nods, glancing up and meeting your eyes for a moment. "Yes. In your water, in the morning." "And this is meant to turn me into your ideal lover?" "Yes." "And it's working?" "Can't you tell?" She walks over towards you and holds you. You pause to think about everything that's happened the last few days. The weight loss. The refractory period. Her almost insatiable desires today. "Is the fatigue just a side effect, then?" She nods. "Your body is spending energy rearranging itself. It takes some time for the medicine to build up and start changing you. The process... well, you saw the note. You can't stop it now, you'll still finish changing but you won't be quite my ideal match." You consider these words for a moment. "I can't believe this is even possible. I wouldn't believe it if you had told me even yesterday. So this is why you didn't want me to go to the doctor yet." "Yeah. I knew there was no point. They wouldn't have known any better than you did. And I found out about this from a few friends. I wasn't sure it would work, but... you see the results. You're so much better and we're only halfway done." You sit there, still stunned, still trying to take this all in. "I should be furious with you. But I'm not. Is that because of the medicine?" "I don't know. That or you love how it feels, perhaps. You were enjoying yourself quite nicely, I believe." Her eyes twinkle with amusement. "You can bet I'll be using my mouth on you more going forward." "Why?" You ask after a moment. You look at your wife and raise her chin so that she's staring directly into your eyes. "I need to know why, so I can figure out how I feel about this. Whether I should be furious or not. Whether I should trash the rest of the vials or not." Maya pales at this, but she answers resolutely. "We were dying, John. Don't tell me it was just work again. You know it, deep inside. We were not working and were not going to work. The spark was gone. The love was gone. We used to be more than a quickie here and there. We used to be alive. I... I couldn't stand to lose you. And I can't stand the thought of being without you. So I thought that maybe, just maybe... if there was a chance to fix things I should take it. I should have asked you. I'm so, so sorry for this. But you never would have agreed, and you know it. We were just going to keep drifting apart until it was too much and I left." Her words hurt. But she was speaking truth, and you knew it. The truth was that your relationship had been festering for years, the candle nearly gone. Hearing her cry at night after emotionless, meaningless sex hadn't even moved you anymore. What kind of monster have I been, you ask yourself, that I could bring the woman I love to such a sad state? Maybe... maybe just bad enough to deserve this. You let out a long sigh, and pull your wife in for a close hug. She embraces you and you feel her wet hair against your shoulder. "Maya... you should have told me. There's just nothing else to it. It wasn't your decision to make, it was mine. Nothing will change that." You feel her shudder as she cries harder into your shoulder. She starts to speak and you take a step back and kiss her. Her tears taste salty on your lips and break the kiss off. "Having said that," you continue quietly, "I helped drive you to it. What you did was wrong, but I wasn't right, either. I'm sorry for my end of it." Maya looks up at you, surprise on her face. "Then you'll forgive me?" "I don't know if I can forgive it. But... I will admit that you were operating for both our sakes and not just yours. I..." You come to a decision as you stand there, holding your wife. "I will take the rest of the meds. You are more important to me than one mistake, however big. If this note is correct, I'd rather end up your ideal guy instead of just some kind of ok guy." "Okay, but..." "Shhhh," you reply, putting a finger on her lips. That's enough explaining for tonight. I'm tired. I don't feel great and this has been a hell of a day for too many reasons. Let's just sleep it off, ok? We can talk more tomorrow." She stares at you again. She bites her lip and then shrugs. She reaches over to the box and pulls out a vial. "This was your dose for today. I kind of got distracted before I could give it to you. If you want to keep going, it's your choice, now." You take the vial from her, pull the cork out, and down the contents in one go. You immediately begin to gag at the taste, which is reminiscent of metallic sewer water. Maya is already there with some mouthwash, which you use gratefully. "Maya... that tasted like complete shit," you say. "I expected that it would. I?ve been putting it in your water with some sugar. I wasn?t expecting you to just drink it right here." "Well, it?s done and I?m still tired. Are you ready for bed? Your guess earlier was pretty close - looks like I?m good for about six hours at the moment." "Six very busy hours. I think the sex helps the changes along, too, so there?s that benefit to it. Speaking of..." Maya smiles at you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the bed. Friday You wake up Friday morning to the incredible feeling of Maya tenderly sucking on your cock. You are warm under your blanket and you can feel her wet, hot mouth slowly swirling around just the tip of you, moving as slowly as she can manage. You lie there, only half awake, savoring the feeling. Her tongue continues to rub against the most sensitive parts of your head and her lips faintly brush along the tip. She looks up to see that your eyes are open and she smiles. "Good morning, my love," she says. "I tried waiting, but I just wanted you too much." "Hnnngghhh..." you reply, partly from the pleasure and partly from the morning fog that has not quite lifted from your head. Maya takes this sound as an agreement for you to continue and grabs the base of your cock, taking the rest of it into her mouth. She begins to work her way up and down the shaft, pressing her lips harder into you at the ends where you are most sensitive. Your cock is absolutely rock hard and your breaths are coming in rapidly as you try to hold on a bit longer. She twists your cock in her hands, working you until you are sure you won?t last any longer. "Maya, I?m-" you begin, and with an abrupt movement and an audible pop, she pulls her head back off your cock. You make a slight noise of protest which cuts off quickly as you notice that she?s moving to position her pussy over you. You can see that she?s soaking wet already, and you wonder if she was playing with herself while she waited for you to wake up. She lowers herself onto you, and you feel your cock slide up inside her wet pussy, the lips gripping you and massaging your shaft as you slide deep inside. "Ohhhhhhh yesssss. Sometimes that feels so good that it?s almost..." She trails off. "Almost what?" you ask. "Nothing, love. Just lay back and enjoy." You do exactly as asked. Folding your arms behind your head, you lay back and watch as your wife rides your cock as deeply as she can. Moving slowly, steadily, Maya bounces her ass against you, driving you deep into her with every movement. Each time her ass comes back down and hits your pelvis, her pussy is forced tight around your cock and it?s all you can do to hold off. You?re getting close to coming again and Maya notices. She leans forward, slowly, teasing up your stomach and chest with her tongue, bouncing on your cock all the while. She reaches your neck and nibbles on you, kissing slowly while she draws out her movements below. You can tell that she is squeezing as hard as she can, and it feels incredible. She slowly traces back down your neck her tongue and you can feel yourself tensing up, ready to burst. She continues her way down to your chest and you once again try to tell her that you?re about to come, but she again puts a finger over your lips. She slowly raises her pussy as high as she can while still having you inside her and holds herself there, drawing out the pleasure and moment as long as she possibly can. You groan loudly, and she moves her mouth over your nipple, traces her tongue around it once, and bites down on it lightly. You see momentary stars as you feel pleasure radiate out from your nipple, which hardens instantly. At the same time, she slams herself down on your cock, driving the shaft as deep into herself as you can possibly go. Immediately your cock explodes, sending your load deep inside your wife. She holds on to your nipple with her mouth, working it with her lips as she did your cock minutes early. You pulse a number of times into her until your cock finally slows and begins to go limp. Oddly, the pleasure still lingers, both in your chest and in your groin. Usually you feel one quick burst of feeling which is gone in ten or fifteen seconds, but this lingers for a few minutes before tapering off into nothing. Maya holds you the entire time, her pussy still holding you inside. "Maya," you say, your voice unsteady. "What was that?" "Oh, John. I thought you?d like being woken up to something special." "You know what I mean. I meant that," you say, gesturing to your chest. Maya smiled sheepishly. "I noticed you playing with yourself yesterday while I was laying next to you." You blush as you remember the previous day. "You were awake for that? Why didn?t you say something?" "I didn?t want to embarrass you, you might not have enjoyed it. Now we know it can be fun for you, so we can both enjoy it," Maya replies. "I don?t know how I feel about doing that together." "Oh, is that so?" Maya?s eyes narrow. She reaches up to your other nipple and gives it a good rub with two fingers. It stiffens up immediately and you let out a small squeal of pleasure. She looks at you triumphantly, and you know she has you. "Fine, but if they?re not sensitive after the drugs are out of my system, we go back to not touching them." "Deal." Maya pulls off of you, your dick falling down limply to lay on your thigh. She crawls to the edge of the bed and hops down. Turning to look at you, she reaches up to her own breast and gives her nipple a sharp twist, letting out an exaggerated fake moan while doing so. Smiling, she turns and heads into the bathroom, nearly skipping while she does so. "That?s not funny!" you yell after her. "No more touching for you!" "Yeah right. You?re probably touching yourself now!" she calls back. Shocked, you realize that she?s right. You?ve been lightly caressing yourself during the whole afterglow bit of the orgasm. Shaking your head, you get out of bed and head to the bathroom to survey the damage. Maya is already in the shower when you get in, so you take your time to brush your teeth and check the scale - 155. You grunt, and head back to the sink. At least the weight loss happened without much effort on your part. There?s a glass of water there and a note from your wife that reads, "This one should taste better than the last one <3". You grimace as you down this one - it did not taste any better, even with the sugar. You turn to the full length mirror to survey the damage and there are definite visible changes today. You are cutting a trim figure now, with your belly fat entirely gone. There?s no hint of a double chin anymore, and your face has narrowed somewhat. You look five years younger, at least, but you know weight loss can have that effect. Your arms and legs are both thinner, but they would be without all the extra weight to carry around. You take a closer look at yourself, and notice a few cosmetic changes as well. Your hair seems like it?s a somewhat lighter shade of brown, and your eyes are as well. There?s still no hint of stubble, but Maya always hated facial hair, anyways. Glancing at the shower, you see that the door is wet and Maya won?t be able to see out of it. Hesitantly, you reach up to your chest and feel your nipple, still sticking straight out from your chest. It is tingling, and even minor touches feel incredible. You pinch it hard between two fingers and have to put your other hand over your mouth to keep from making noises you do not want Maya to hear. As you pinch, your fingers push against your chest and you feel some softer skin there. It is tender to the touch, and it yields as you push on it. The area around your nipple is a little redder than the rest of your chest, you realize. You wonder what that is about, but then wonder if it?s because Maya enjoys nipple play. It would make sense if her ideal match did, too. You shrug to yourself. Well, there are worse things than enjoying a new type of foreplay. And if it turns your wife on, all the better. You turn and head to the shower, listening to Maya hum to herself. You knock on the glass door and open it, stepping inside. "I thought you?d never come in," Maya said, smiling at you. You step up to her and give her a hug, feeling her breasts squish between the two of you. You step forward and push her back until her back is on the wall, and you reach out and grab her hands, bringing them down and in between the two of you. Maya grabs for your dick, but you shake your head. You bring her hands up between the two of you, stepping back a few inches to leave space. Your hands brush her breasts and she breathes a little harder. Finally you take her hands and place one each on your nipples. Maya looks at you, shocked. She whispers, "Really?" "I know you?ve always wanted this to be a thing. I guess now it can be." Your wife nods and begins to massage both of your nipples with her fingers. Gently at first, but with increasing force and speed. You let out an involuntary moan, shocked that it feels this good. It?s almost as good as her rubbing your cock, and the pleasure is coming from two places at once. The feeling is so alien, so foreign, and that is exciting you as well. Maya continues her slow circles on one nipple and brings her head down to the other and begins to suck on it. Your cock is fully erect now, and you can feel it stiffening further. The sensations coming from your chest are unlike anything you?ve ever felt before, and you can?t get enough of it. You begin to moan, softly, a constant "Urhhhhhhhh....." coming from your mouth. Maya takes this as a clue to go even harder, and she sucks intensely on you, pinching your other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Your vision nearly blacks out and you see stars for a moment as pleasure courses through you. Shocked, you feel your cock begin to throb like it?s close to getting off, and it hasn?t even been touched. You reach down to grab ahold of yourself and begin jerking yourself off as hard as you can without dislodging your wife. You make it just a few seconds before your cock seizes up and begins spurting all over Maya from a few inches away. She slows her play and returns to circling your nipple slowly with her tongue as you bask in bliss radiating out from your chest and groin. You can?t believe how good that felt, and can hardly wait to try it again. You?ve just found a new favorite activity. The two of you finish your shower together where you help Maya get cleaned up from the mess you?ve made. As you turn off the water, you step out of the shower, grabbing Maya?s towel and wrapping it around yourself playfully. "Hey! That?s not very nice," Maya says, with mock anger. "Finder?s keepers," you say with a grin. You walk back over to your wife, holding out the towel. "But you can earn it back with a sufficiently good kiss." Maya reaches out to wrap her arms around you and pulls you in for a kiss, but stops as she looks at you, surprise clearly visible on her face. You know exactly why she stopped, and you?re sure that surprise is also visible on your own face. Maya?s eyes are only a few inches below yours. You?ve clearly lost several inches of height. --------- The two of you are dressed and sitting on the couch downstairs. You?re a bit glum, and Maya is glancing nervously at you, waiting for you to speak up. You sigh, looking at her. "So you want a short guy, is that it?" She blushes. "Someone closer to my height would be nice." "How much shorter am I going to get? I could have lost the weight on my own, I can?t ever gain back the height," you say annoyed. "I?m not sure, honestly. How well do you really know what your ideal match would look like?" You sit back and think about that. It?s a good question - not everyone knows. What you describe as your ideal woman might change by the day. It could change with an attractive person you meet in the street. Or an actress in a movie. Or whoever you happened to think about when jerking off. Presumably this weird magic medicine takes all of that into account when it decides on an "ideal" but neither of you really knows how it works. You sigh. "I guess it doesn?t really matter. It?s obnoxious, but as long as you?re super happy, I?ll be okay. At least it?s really pleasurable for me, too. You seem to be enjoying yourself, too." Maya smiles at you. "Oh, I?ve been enjoying it for a lot of reasons. I know it?s going to get much better for me, too." This perks your interest. "Really? Any clues for what I?m going to look like tomorrow? Or Sunday? That?s when this will be done, right? Seven doses, seven days, and you started last Sunday?" Maya nods. "One dose today which you had and one dose tomorrow, then finished by Sunday morning. No clues today. We?ll talk about it tomorrow. I?m pretty sure you?ll have a good idea when you wake up, if not before." "Before? I thought the changes happened overnight." "Most of them," she replies. "But the changes have been accelerating and sex makes them even faster. And you?ve been insatiable the past two days." It?s true, you know. Your sex drive has gone up considerable. You?ve gotten off twice today, and you could go again right now. Perhaps Maya should consider wearing a sack, but you could probably get horny thinking about her in a sack. As if on cue, your cock begins to get hard again, and you sigh. "I hope you like giving blowjobs." "I do love oral. I think we?ll be fine," she replies. "Would you like to love oral over here again?" "I thought you?d never ask." --------- You manage to make it to two in the afternoon before your eyes begin to have trouble staying open. The day was mostly spent having sex and talking about having sex, but there was some discussion about food somewhere in there. You drag yourself up the stairs to the bedroom and flop into bed, calling for Maya. "Yes, dear?" "I need to sleep." "I see that. Do you want me to get your clothes off of you?" You nod, and she flops you over onto your back. She pulls your socks and pants off and stops. You see that she is looking at something. "What?s wrong?" you ask. Maya pauses. "There?s nothing wrong. Just a little different is all." That sounds particularly ominous. "What do you mean by different?" "Well... your legs have toned a bit. And your waist, too." Maya hesitates, and smiles at you. "It looks good. Really good." You sink back into your pillow. "I wondered when I was going to tone. Losing all the weight was great, but if I kept losing weight I was going to be invisible." Maya laughs. "You won?t be invisible, trust me. I can already tell." She crawls into bed with you, pulling your shirt up and over your head. She eyes your naked body appreciatively. "No, you will not be invisible at all." The way she says this sounds slightly off to you, but you?re too tired to put it all together. You look at her and smile. It?s hard to complain too much. You have a gorgeous wife, the best wife, and she?s letting you be an idealized fantasy of hers. It?s all going to work out in the end. You drift off to sleep, your body exhausted and ready to recharge. Maya stares at your chest as you sleep, her lips parted and her breath coming out heavy. She doesn?t remember being this turned on before, ever. She reaches down to her pants and slips a hand in, rubbing at her soaked pussy. She moans, slipping a hand up her shirt to rub her breast. She continues to rub herself, fluid absolutely soaking her panties. She takes her hand from her shirt and reaches towards you, slowly. Reaching your chest, she takes her fingers and lightly caresses the nipple closest to her, just enough to not wake you. She watches it grow and stiffen, sticking out from your chest almost twice as far as it did the previous day. She is so close to coming that she holds her breath, urging her body forward. She opens her hand, reaches down, and cups your small breast. Her pussy explodes at the sight, and she jerks her hand back to cover her mouth, trying and failing to be silent, staring at you the entire time. Saturday You wake up surrounded by darkness. You have an odd feeling that something is off, but your brain hasn?t cleared enough cobwebs yet to figure it out. Just that there is something wrong. You glance over at the alarm - 2:35. Your mouth is very dry and you could use a drink. You turn your head the other way and find that the bed is empty, but your wife is standing next to the bed. You can just make out her silhouette against the bathroom night lights. You croak softly, "Maya? Water please?" "Hold on." Maya walks over to your side of the bed, holding something. She reaches under your pillow and helps hold your head up a few inches. "Here, drink this." A straw is pressed to your lips and you drink it. It?s clearly your medicine, but Maya also did a much better job masking the taste this time. The thick fluid tastes like cough syrup with a ton of sugar dumped in. Not the best, not the worst, but at least the frog in your throat is gone. Maya takes the glass and heads downstairs. You hear the fridge open and close and the hallway outside the bedroom lightens a bit as she turns on the downstairs lights. You lay in bed for a moment trying to decide if it is worth going back to sleep. You feel so awake that it seems impossible, but you know your sleep schedule will regret getting up at three in the morning. What time did you go to bed last night, anyway? You try to remember, but draw a blank. You remember another insatiable sex session with your wife, but nothing more after that. You roll over onto your side, and the earlier odd feeling comes screeching to the forefront of your thoughts as your breasts shift their weight towards the bed. Now that you?ve noticed them moving, you wonder how you missed them even just laying still on your back. They?re noticeably heavy. "Oh my God!" you whisper, stunned. You look down towards what you know to be there, but in the darkened room you can't see much of anything. Instead, you reach a trembling hand up to your chest. Your hand runs into a soft mound far earlier than you were expecting, and you cup your own breast. It is a small handful, soft and firm at the same time. Rolling onto your back again, you reach up with your other hand and grab your other breast. They feel enormous to your hands, and you definitely weren?t packing anything like this yesterday. You faintly remember something about a nipple, but nothing about breasts. You bring your fingers together, tracing up your breast towards the nipple. The feeling is strange - you've felt Maya's breasts a thousand times, but the feeling of fingers tracing your breasts is utterly alien. You reach your nipple and let out a small gasp. It is very sensitive, and just that slight touch causes it to begin to stiffen. You rub it between two fingers softly, carefully. The feeling is enough to make you squirm in bed. Your groin begins to tingle and you realize how turned on you are. You begin rubbing your breast more forcefully, letting out small gasps with each pinch and twist. Your left hand snakes down your stomach, past your hips, and reaches for your painfully erect cock. Some part of you realizes that it?s pretty weird to jerk off after waking up with breasts, but right now you don?t care. That?s a problem for future John, while present John just wants to enjoy himself. As you grab your shaft, all thoughts of masturbation stop. Both present and future John focus entirely on the new problem: your cock is tiny. It's still there, but it's now smaller than your hand, and that's fully erect! You leap out of bed, breasts flopping as you dash to the bathroom. You slap the light switch and head directly for the full mirror where you gaze at the reflection in astonishment. I?m a woman. Well, except for the three inch dick. Mostly. You blink, once, twice, but the face in the mirror doesn't disappear. It's clearly still you, but a younger version with softer lines. Your eyes have lightened considerably to a golden amber hue. Your hair is a dirty blonde, and falls to your neck. Glancing down, you see that your breasts aren?t actually enormous or gaudy. They?re probably around a B cup, but they still look huge to you on your smaller frame, especially when you aren?t used to having anything. You cup one in your hand and watch the girl in the mirror do the same. You lift your hand and watch the breast raise in the mirror... it's incredibly erotic and your dick hardens painfully. Your waist is definitely narrower and hips wider than yesterday. You don?t quite have an hourglass figure, but if you had on tight clothing, nobody would mistake you for a man, either. Your stomach is the smooth, soft-skinned stomach of a younger girl. Your legs and butt have toned and considerably, but are still recognizeably male. They retain some of their hair and are just not shaped correctly for a woman. They have too much muscle and the proportion of calves to quads are not right. The same is true of your arms - just a little too masculine. Taking in your full body gives you a bit of an uncanny valley feeling - small cock, masculine extremities, feminine torso. It just looks a bit off, like Frankenstein couldn?t get parts from just one gender. Your mind begins to reel. What happened last night? How did I go from being a man to this? You try to remember anything, anything at all that could explain this, but there is nothing. You?ve changed so much more in one night than you had the previous five. "Hello, beautiful," your wife says softly from the entrance to the bathroom. She is leaning against the door jamb, arms folded under her breasts, eyes wide as she takes in your body. "Maya!" you yell. "What the fuck!" Your voice is definitely higher, too, like a young boy. "I know. I?m so sorry I didn?t warn you. Sorry for doing this, and sorry for being this selfish. I just couldn?t lose you," she replies, eyes downcast again. She?s tearing up already. "Sorry? Sorry? Look at these!" you shriek, as you grab a handful of breast and gesture wildly at it with your other hand. You flinch as you do, realizing that you?re still turned on and your breasts are sensitive. You wonder again if this is normal for women, or if the transformation and Maya?s taste for nipples are causing the extra sensations. Your wife steps into the room, walking up to you. She reaches up and grabs your hands, and pulls your arms to your sides. She looks at you and you realize that you?re the same height. "John... look. I realized a long time ago that I was meant to be with a woman. Before we ever met. But when I met you, I found a soul like mine, someone who I couldn?t live without. It was worth it to me to be with someone who I enjoyed so much, even though you were a guy, in return for the life we had. It was all worth it... But then that life crumbled. I tried to save it, but things just weren?t working out. As for the meds, I didn?t know this would happen," she said, gesturing to your chest. "I hoped you would be an idealized version of the you that I fell in love with, and that would be enough. That?s why I?ve been going down on you so much. I thought that was the life we would have... I?ve known for a few days that this change was coming instead." "Does that make it right, Maya? Really? I?m a woman!" "Not totally a woman from where I?m standing," she says, attempting levity. You realize that your cock is still hard, and poking her in the groin. The damn thing won?t stop betraying you when you?re trying to be mad. It?s so hard to stay mad when you?re just so damn horny. You lean back against the sink for a minute, staring at your wife over your tits, cock erect and twitching. Finally, you nod. "This isn?t over. We?re talking about this more in a bit, but for now, I need you to suck my cock again. God only knows it may be the last time." "I need you, too," she whispers, and she kneels on the floor, grabbing your hard cock in one hand. You notice that it's pretty difficult to make eye contact with your heaving breasts in the way. Maya moves her hand out of the way and takes your shaft into her mouth and you almost faint with pleasure. You fall backwards, but fortunately you were near the sink and you steady yourself against it as she expertly works your cock with her lips. "That feels..." you start to say, but the words finish in a moan as Maya sucks harder right on the sensitive tip. You watch as Maya moves her head up and down and from side to side, clearly into this as much as you are. She picks up her pace and your back arches, your new chest thrust out. Your moans jump an octave, and the sound of your own voice turns you on even more. You grab Maya firmly by the hair with your left hand to prevent her from moving her head back, and reach up and start massaging your breasts with the other. You enthusiastically work your nipples while your wife bobs up and down on your cock, and you feel your cock begin to stiffen and spurt. But the feeling isn't quite the same as it normally would be. It's almost as if your entire groin is alight with pleasure. It just continues to build and build and you slide down the cabinet until you are sitting on the floor, moaning constantly. Maya sucks on your tip as hard as she can and you cum ferociously. Your cock spurts out over and over, and once again your wife takes the entire load in her mouth. Your cock is throbbing and your breasts feel incredibly good. You are breathing hard, your nipples and groin both tingle with pleasure that does not stop. "Oh, Maya..." you mumble. Your voice is soft, breathy and feminine. Maya sits up and looks at you, wiping cum from her lips and licking it off of her fingers. The sight of this turns you on even more, but you?re still in the throes of your afterglow. Maya stares at you, biting her lip. She reaches down and begins rubbing her own pussy, and you can see that it is damp. You have an almost overwhelming urge to go down on her, to taste her. You start to sit up, but Maya reaches out to you with her other hand first, pointing at your chest hesitantly. She looks at you, pauses. "May I... please..." You nod, eyes on her hand rubbing herself. "Please touch me." She cups your breast in one hand, her breath catching. You can tell just how much she wants this as she inserts two fingers into herself. This turns you on even more, especially when she begins playing with your nipples. Her head tips back, and she lets out her own moan. "Maya," you say haltingly, "I want you. I want to taste you... I need to do it..." She stops her teasing and looks at you. "Oh, John... I know you do, and I want it sooo badly. But we don?t have a lot of time left, so there?s something I need to do first." You don?t know what she means until she pushes you back against the ground. She spreads your legs and you look down at a view you had previously only seen in porn. All you can see are tits and spread legs, and it is so hot. You realize that you are turning yourself on even more. Your groin is still burning with pleasure, pulsing in time with your heartbeat, and you start playing with your breasts again. Down below, Maya watches as your cock slowly shrinks down to half an inch long. Much closer to her own clit, but still larger than normal. She reaches down and tentatively rubs the small bean between two fingers. "Holy shit!" you yell, squirming against her touch. Your new anatomy is far too sensitive, with all the nerve endings of your cock concentrated in a much smaller area. In the afterglow of your earlier orgasm you can't stand to be grabbed like that. You reach for your wife's hair and hold her away from you as she laughs. "Not ready for that yet, then?" she teases you. "Let's try something slower." "No, wait..." Maya grabs your hands and bends her face down just over your groin and begins to slowly lick your new clit. You gasp, and try to squirm away, but her grip is strong. She expertly rubs her tongue around your oversized clit, pausing to blow cool air over you. You quickly get goosebumps all over your body. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..." you say, unable to do anything else as Maya continues her ministrations. She licks and then rubs it with her soft, warm tongue. You're overcome with pleasure, and the feeling spreads all over your body, concentrating in your groin. Your body writhes as she continues to torture you in the best way possible. As your sexual tension begins to build, she begins to lightly suck on your clit, and this is just too much for you. With one last overwhelming burst of pleasure, your body convulses as you scream your first female orgasm. The pleasure radiates in waves from your clit, pulsing and throbbing throughout your new body. It seems like it goes forever, far longer than any male orgasm you have had. The feeling reaches a crescendo and then slowly dwindles away as you catch your breath, though your new clit is still tingling. "How was that?" you hear from above and open your eyes to see your wife's smiling face. "That was... whoa," you manage to say. "Holy shit. Is it always like that?" "It will be for you. What?s the fun in having an ideal partner if you can?t give them maximum pleasure?" says Maya as she winks at you. "Don?t forget that I?m still mad about the ideal partner thing," you gasp. "But in light of recent events, I?m a bit less mad. Wow, is this my new voice? It sounds so..." "...sexual? It?s such an erotic voice, love," Maya finishes for you. "Could you not tell when you were screaming a minute ago? The neighbors are going to wonder what sort of orgy we?re having." You blush at that. "It?s hard to control when you don?t know what?s going on. I woke up today with super sensitive breasts and a partially female body." "Yeah, about that..." Maya trails off. "Don?t tell me..." Your eyes widen as your hand reaches down to your groin. Your hand finds only air where you expected to find your cock. You sit up again and spread your legs as wide as you can so you can peer down at yourself. You can see what?s left of your cock and you gently touch your new clit and shiver as you lightly graze it. It's very, very sensitive. You give it a few more touches, enjoying the feeling, before slowly slipping your fingers below it. Below, you feel the soft folds of your new vaginal lips. Your eyes widen even more as you realize what has happened, and your fingers probe curiously at it. It's not the most sensitive skin compared to your clit or nipples, but touching it does feel good. And you are wet, you realize with astonishment. Very wet. "I wanted to let you discover that for yourself," Maya says. "I can't believe it," you say, "it feels so strange. Maya, I have a pussy." "Well it is strange, for you. It's even strange for me, too, and I've been waiting for this for a week. If it helps, it?s a good looking pussy," she said with a grin. "That does not help." You carefully take one finger and insert it very slowly into your slit, enjoying the strange feeling. You slowly move it in and out, and then try curving your finger so that you brush your clit as you finger yourself. The feeling is overwhelming and you feel your body getting that tingly sensation again. "Wow," you mutter. "This is intense." "Can I try it?" Maya asks, eyes full of desire as she stares at your pussy. You nod, and she leans in to kiss down towards your slit, as you lean back again. You begin to massage your breasts while Maya runs her tongue around your inner thighs. You're not sure what exactly is happening, but it's an erotice sensation and you let out another moan. You rub yourself vigorously while she sticks her tongue inside you. Your mouth falls open as she begins working her tongue around, occasionally pulling it out to suck on your clit. The feeling is utterly new, something you could never have even comprehended before today. Your body quickly builds to another orgasm under her skillful tongue and you see stars as you cum, squirting a long stream on her face and chest. You feel your pussy convulsing, as if gripping an imaginary cock. The pleasure crescendos, and lingers as before, taking some time to dwindle down. "Oh no!" you gasp as you see your soaking wife. "I didn?t know that could happen!" Maya blinks and wipes fluid away from her face. "I didn?t know that would happen, either. I guess you?re a squirter." You blush furiously red again. "Moaning? Squirting? Sex addict? It?s like you built me out of a porno, Maya. Seriously, what the fuck?" "I didn?t hear you complaining a minute ago." "Look, it felt pretty incredible, I?ll give you that. But I think I could use a shower before we do or talk about anything else," you say, gesturing to the fluids and cum covering both of you. Your wife nods at this. "I could use one, too. Tell you what - why don't you take one first. I'd love to share it with you but I need to clean up the mess you've made of the floor and walls in here. You could probably use some... alone time to get better acquainted with the new you, as well. " You look at the wet wall and floor and shake your head. "Sounds good. I'll save some hot water for you. Or maybe I won?t, since I?m still mad at you!" You say this with less conviction than you would like. You stand and grab a towel before heading to the shower. You turn it on and give the water a second to heat up. Hopping in, you turn so that the water is on your back. You aren't quite sure how hot water will feel against your new body parts and want to save that until the very end of your shower. After enjoying the hot water for a minute, you grab your shampoo and hesitate. Your hair probably needs some sort of fancy women?s shampoo now, doesn?t it? You set your old bottle back down and grab Maya's bottle instead. You lather up your hair and the scent of her flowery shampoo fills your nostrils. Your hair feels so thick and long, even though it?s only down to your neck. You are used to having a buzz, so there's just a lot more hair now. You make a note to ask Maya about hair maintenance, but for now you just make sure to work the shampoo through all of it. This takes rather longer than it did yesterday, but the feeling of massaging your scalp is quite nice. You rinse it off and start working the conditioner through as well. Once that's done you reach for the bar of soap apprehensively. Here goes nothing... you start rubbing yourself down with the bar. Fortunately it doesn't feel too erotic, only a little strange. The folds of your labia feel as alien as ever, but your breasts only tingle a little as you rub over them. You still can't believe they exist at all. They feel so heavy, and it's impossible not to notice them every time you turn or move. The weight shifts and you wonder if you'll ever get used to them. You turn around to rinse off and very quickly realize that the fast streams of hot water do far more for you than the soap did. The shower pounds down relentlessly on your sensitive nipples, causing the familiar stiffening sensation. "Again?" you mutter in semi-annoyance. "Why does everything have to turn me on so much? I'm like a horny teenager here." But there's no denying that it feels good. You slip a hand down towards your pussy and carefully begin rubbing at your clit. One touch is all it takes to let the sensations take over and you lean against the far wall as the pleasure sweeps over you. Your fingers work tirelessly under the water, moving in circles. You feel the folds and membranes of your new womanhood and try your best to ignore them. Instead, you focus on the clit and the hood above it, rubbing them in circles. You reach a hand up and start to squeeze one of your nipples as the other hand works away below. You grit your teeth as your knees start to quiver. Your thighs shake violently and finally your whole body is overcome with spasms, and you let out a muffled scream as you reach climax. The water pounds down on you as your legs nearly give out. Perhaps standing for this was a bad idea. Maybe next time you?ll try a bath? "Is this just how it's going to be for me?" you ask yourself quietly. You worry about your heightened sex drive, but hopefully it'll calm down a bit in a few days after this is over and everything doesn?t feel new. Besides, you should probably worry more about being a woman, and less about everything feeling too good. Your wife wanting to have lusty sex with you constantly isn?t really a problem. It?s just the part where you have a pussy during it that you aren?t super keen on. You stand up and finish rinsing everything off, giving your nipples one last playful flick before turning the water off. You get out of the shower and see Maya, towel in hand, grinning at you. "I knew you wouldn't be able to stop. The water feels nice, doesn't it?" "Is that what it's like for you? How do you ever get anything done in there?" "What do you mean?" "It feels so nice with water hitting my nipples. I just got so turned on. How do you not spend all day in the shower touching yourself?" Maya laughs. "It only feels that way for me when I'm already horny. I'm probably used to how it feels now so it's not new for me. You aren't used to having such sensitive skin." "It does feel really good. But I?ve been horny since I woke up this morning. I was furious with you earlier and got distracted by sex. I feel like I should be furious now, too, but really..." You look at your naked wife and point at her genitals. "I just want to go down on you." Her eyes wince at this. "It's just the new sensations..." she says, almost as if convincing herself. "And look how hot you're turning out to be..." You look at yourself in the mirror again. It's hard to argue with that. It's clear that you are going to be drop dead gorgeous when you are finished. "Today was my last dose, right? I changed so much more last night, I?m a little leery about what?s going to happen by morning." Maya hesitates, looking guilty for a moment. "Yes. Today was your last dose. Perhaps today was most of the physical changes, you could still have some internal things to shift around with the final dose." You nod dubiously, still looking at the unfamiliar woman in the mirror. If you are destined to be your wife's ideal lover, you might as well go full ideal, right? At least you?re getting a lot of pleasure out of the deal, since Maya seems to want to please you constantly. Maya heads to the shower to clean off, and you toss on one of Maya?s t-shirts and a pair of yoga pants. You head back to the mirror and stare at yourself. Nobody would ever know that you had not been born a woman, and with the shirt and pants on, your oddly shaped extremities aren?t noticeable. You look, for all intents and purposes, like an attractive thirty year old. You are an attractive thirty you old, you realize. You head downstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink and a snack. You haven?t eaten since yesterday morning and are running on fumes. Walking down the stairs, you begin to feel a little dizzy and you stop for a minute. It passes, and you continue to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you grab a water bottle and open it, drinking several good chugs. As you do so, your head begins to spin again, and you reach out for the counter to steady yourself. "What is going on?" you ask yourself after things return to normal. "Why am I getting dizzy?" You grab your water and an apple and go sit on the couch in the living room before you can have another dizzy spell. You set the apple on the coffee table and drink some more water before you decide to lay down for a few. It?s probably better if you wait to eat until Maya is around, lest you pass out and choke yourself. Twenty minutes later, Maya comes down in a towel, her hair still wet. She finds you lying on the couch, eyes shut. "John, what?s wrong?" she asks, as she rushes over to you. "I?ve been getting dizzy spells since I came down. Why have I been getting dizzy spells..." You trail off. The words are getting harder to find and your head feels muddled. Maya frowns. "Maybe it's your internal anatomy changing? That could make you feel dizzy... Surely it wasn?t... He didn?t say..." "Maya," you stammer, "it wasn?t what? Who didn?t say what?" You begin to panic, sure that there is something wrong. You try to sit up, but another wave of dizziness drives you right back into the couch. You close your eyes and try not to get sick. Maya looks at you and sighs. "I gave you a double dose yesterday and today." "Wait, double?" She nods. "Were they supposed to be doubles?" "Not exactly." You open your eyes and glare at her. "What do you mean, not exactly?" She pauses, guilt written across her face. "There was a second note in the box. It said to only give you one dose at a time, or unintended side effects might occur. The side effects were that you would be ?even more? my ideal match." You sit stunned. "But why give me a double dose, then? Why risk it?" "We had been having sex and I was giving you blowjobs for days. I was incredibly horny when I prepared the last two doses. I knew it was a bad idea but I wanted you to finish changing sooner. I wanted my ideal woman." You feel dizzy and have to lie down. Suddenly it's all so clear. The medication for this process hadn't been properly or evenly applied, leading to your growth being uneven. The last few days brought on far more changes because your wife was impatient. "You?re telling me," you say to your wife, "that you got horny and made bad decisions? Leading to this?" You gesture down at yourself. "It sounds pretty bad when you put it like that." "It sounds pretty bad no matter how you put it!" you shout at her. Unfortunately, your breathy voice change doesn?t allow for your shouts to be particularly threatening. She nods. "I know. I messed this up from the very start. I never should have done it, but here we are. We can?t do anything about it, and I suppose when you?re done, you won?t want to do anything about it." "What?" you ask. "You haven?t been able to stay mad at me the past few days," she explains. "Even though you?ve had more than enough reason to just storm out of here. But you get over your anger and just get horny instead. I?m sure that?s one of the changes. I?ve never liked fighting, and it?s just easier to have sex until you aren?t mad... I think when you get mad at me, you get horny instead." You feel dizzy again, and have to rest your head. You look at Maya and whisper, "You had no right to change me. Especially the mental changes. Am I even going to be me anymore?" Maya nodded. "Above all else, remember that what I wanted more than anything was to save our marriage. Our life together. Maya and John?s life together. Your gender is just about getting my ideal body because I?m more interested in women. But your mind? I want you, John. I?ve always just wanted you." You shut your eyes. Your head is spinning with everything that she?s said in the past few minutes. It?s also actually spinning, with waves of dizziness hitting you every few minutes. You need to sleep and wait this out, but you?re scared of what you?ll wake up as. "I love you so much. And I'm sorry to have done it. But at least we will be happy together," Maya whispers. You drift off to sleep as Maya sits next to you, crying. Her tears fall to the ground, but there is nothing and no one to ease her guilt. --------- You awaken slowly, still on the couch. It?s still dark outside, but you feel strangely rested, as if you?d had a solid night?s sleep. You reach up and wipe the corners of your eyes and yawn as you become more alert. Your brain hasn?t quite caught up yet, however. It feels like you?re in a bit of a fog at the moment. "I see that you?re finally up." Maya comes walking into the room, holding a glass of water. She offers this to you, and you take it. "Finally up? What do you mean?" you ask confused. "Honey, it?s almost nine pm. You?ve been asleep for fifteen hours or so." "I thought it was like... still early," you protest. She holds up her watch. 8:47 pm. "Also, you can drink that. It?s just water. No more doses for you," she says, pointing at the water. "I forgot I was holding it." You sit up, wincing, feeling the weight of your breasts shifting around. They feel heavier than yesterday. They look enormous to you, filling out your tshirt which is stretched across them, barely holding them in. Your nipples are visibly poking through the fabric. As you move, the fabric shifts and rubs over your breasts, and the nipples stiffen again. They also seem much larger than they were yesterday. Maya stares at your chest, unconsciously comparing it to her own. You look up at your wife in panic as you set the glass down. "Maya... these... my... What happened? Like, what... My breasts are so..." You reach up and grab them through the tshirt. They are far more than a handful for you now, and you can feel how hard the nipples are with your hands. The combination of soft tshirt, fingers, and tits is already doing things to you down below. "Relax, John. They're probably just a D cup. They just look so big because you aren't used to breasts yet." She looks at you enviously. "They do look incredible on you, though." You flush at the compliment, super glad to know that Maya likes you like this. You look at her and she is staring at your chest, almost hungrily. "Would you like... play with them for me?" Maya nods eagerly, and then pauses. "I want to, believe me... But should we continue our conversation from earlier? I thought you were mad at me." "Why would I be mad at you? Who would be mad about tits like these?" you ask puzzled. You reach down and pull the tshirt up over your head, revealing your absolutely perfect breasts. They hang magnificently, full and pouty, without a hint of sag. The areolas are large and puffy, with hard nipples sticking out in the air. They do look huge on your frame. You reach down and give one an appreciative flick, grabbing the second with your other hand. You look at Maya, heft your breast, and raise an eyebrow at her. Maya?s jaw drops at the display, and she yanks her own shirt off. She nearly runs over to the couch, face excited. You put your hands around the back of her head and pull her closer. She moves her mouth towards your right breast, and begins to suckle. Her tongue runs across your skin, sending a wave of ecstasy through you. Your body is wracked with pleasure as she takes more and more of your areola and nip into her mouth, caressing you with her tongue. You let out a girlish squeal, high and loud as the pleasure builds. It feels so good, almost too good. Suddenly, she stops. You sigh as she pulls away. Your pussy is completely soaked and you weren?t ready to stop. Maya gets off the couch and pulls the yoga pants off of you in one quick motion. She stands there for a minute looking over you, taking in your last changes. She bites her lip, unconsciously reacting to your body, clearly turned on. She begins rubbing herself through her pajamas, and it's more than you can take. "Please fuck me," you beg her. She looks at you with desire. "What?" "Please... Please take me. I need you to fuck me." Your pussy is so wet now, fluid visible even to your wife at the side of the couch. Your nipples stand at stiff attention, and you reach down to grab your breast. You shove it up to your face and grab the nipple with your mouth. You begin sucking and nibbling and the sensations are driving you wild. You never knew how much you needed this, how much fun being a woman could be. Your other hand snakes down to your pussy and you shove three fingers in. You moan loudly in ecstasy, bucking against your hand. You've never masturbated like this before, and the sensations are astounding. You don't know how long you can stand it. "Please, do it. Make me your woman. I need it so bad." "Come with me," Maya says as she pulls you to your feet. You pout at her. "What? Just fuck me here!" "You want to be my woman? Then come on!" Maya pulls you along up the stairs, heading to the bedroom. Your breasts flop everywhere and you can feel your hair on your neck and back. You wonder how long it is. But these are secondary thoughts. All you can focus on now is your pussy and your wife. As you get to the foot of the bed, Maya nearly hurls you onto it, climbing on after you. You spin over, laying on your back, hair all around you, your naked body begging to be used. Maya reaches over to her nightstand for a moment and returns, holding something. She climbs over you, matching her body to yours, and then sits back on your legs. You can?t help but admire her body as well. You wonder if she?d always been so beautiful. "Are you ready?" Maya asks. "Just take me already!" you yell. You?ve waited long enough. Maya moves her arm towards your pussy and all of a sudden you can feel something bigger and larger held against your clit. Your eyes bulge and you look down at your wife and see that she is holding an 8 inch dildo against you. "Are you sure you are ready to be a woman?" she asks. Your eyes wide, you look her in the eyes and nod. She pushes the dildo into your pussy and it's all you can do to keep from screaming in ecstasy. She pushes it into you hard, holding nothing back as she slams the fake plastic phallus into you. Any remaining doubts about being a woman leave you in this moment, feeling your pussy filled up and fucked. You could never go back to being a man after this. Losing this feeling would not be worth it. Nothing would be worth it. You need this, you need your wet pussy and your hard nipples and your voice and your hair. You let it all out. "Oh my God! Make you your slut! Do it! Harder!!" You scream loudly as your eyes roll back in your head. You are a writhing mass of flesh, pushed up against the bed with the silicone dildo slamming repeatedly into you. As it penetrates your inner walls, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, you almost feel like you're about to lose consciousness. Your entire world is pleasure and it feels amazing. "God, yes!" you manage to gasp out as you reach your first climax of the night. You are drenched in sweat, writhing against the bed, your eyes roll back into your head as the waves of pleasure roll through you. But Maya doesn't stop. The dildo continues its relentless pounding, in and out. Your climax continues in wave after wave, combining with the feeling of your pussy being penetrated over and over again. Your mouth hangs open and the sounds that come from you are guttural, almost feral. Your entire body quivers and you lose all control of your limbs as you spasm. The dildo slams one more time as it hits your g-spot and you're pushed over the edge, your entire being convulsing as a second wave of pleasure takes hold of you. Still your wife doesn't stop. She keeps ramming the dildo into you and you feel your pussy lips gripping at it as best you can. The harder you grip, the more you feel it as it slides along the sensitive skin, rubbing you over and over. You reach down to your clit and rub at it furiously, passionately. You feel a third wave rushing upon you and you are pushed down into the bed and left writhing in ecstasy. You are drooling now, spit running down your chin but you don't care. All you care about is this feeling, more intense, more indescribable than any you have ever known. Your voice is a low, constant moan. Your pussy is spasming over and over again, twitching and pulsing. Your chest is heaving and your breaths come in quick, short gasps. Finally, your wife pulls the dildo from you with an audible pop as she gasps for breath as well. "That has to be it. My arms... are shot," Maya says. "No... more..." you manage to wheeze out, barely able to form the words. " Too good... Too much." You close your eyes and let the last waves of pleasure wash through you as the lingering afterglow of the orgasms begins to dwindle. You?re left feeling good, happy and at peace. After a moment, your mind returns to you and your breathing calms somewhat. You feel Maya straddle you, sitting on your breasts. You open your eyes and see her looking down at you, desire clearly written on her face. "My turn," she says as she moves forward and knees down, her pussy just over your face. You smile in response and begin kissing, licking and sucking on her clit. You've had a lot of experience pleasuring a woman but you have never felt a connection like this. Pleasuring your wife has always been a joy but this... This is something else. It?s like you know exactly what to do with your mouth. Every touch, every lick brings her closer and closer to an explosive climax. You can feel her tensing up, her slit getting tighter around you. "Oh John!" She moans as you slide your tongue into her and begin rapidly licking her. You can taste her juices in your mouth as she grinds herself into you. She bucks and screams in ecstasy as her own incredibly strong, loud climax takes over her body. She falls to the bed next to you, quivering herself as her pussy spasms. You roll over to her and trace a tongue around her nipples, eliciting a gasp. You hold her like this, touching her softly, fondly, while she comes down from her high. "Thank you," she says with a big grin as she kisses you. "Are you ready to go again?" You giggle as you hug her, your breasts pressed together. "I could actually use a minute," she says, "I'm still a little buzzed down there. Not all of us were rebuilt to be perfect matches recently." "Suit yourself," you say, "but I need more." You grab a nipple in one hand and your clit in the other and go back to work. Soon you are moaning and gasping. Your hips buck up and down rapidly as pleasure overcomes you. You feel a sudden release of pressure and intense bliss rips through your body as you climax yet again. You keep moving your fingers though. You don't ever want this feeling to stop. "I think I'll get in the shower," Maya says. "Would you care to join me?" "In like, a little bit," you giggle again, still massaging yourself. "I?ve got some stuff going on here." Maya frowns a bit at this, but heads back to the shower. You hear her get in and turn it on the water and you return to your own pleasures. This time you take time to really feel yourself. Your hands roam your altered body, feeling everything. Your skin feels smooth and sexy, and you can tell that your figure has changed. Your butt is far softer. You hold up a hand and look at it. It?s totally smaller than it was, with little dainty fingers. Incredible. You lay there, still idly toying with a nipple until your wife returns from the shower. Maya looks at you, still on the bed where she?d left you. Her hair is wet and she is wearing a towel again. "I thought you'd join me in the shower..." Maya says, frowning again. "But getting off feels so good. Like so, so good. I could just lay here and get off forever. Unless you want to join me. That would be better." Maya frowned again. "Why do you keep saying like?" "I don't know, why do you keep asking weird questions? Like, think about it. You're hot. I'm hot and horny all the time now. Getting off is like, really fun. Why bother thinking about it, just get on the bed so I can eat you out. Or you can eat me out. Did you see how much I squirted yesterday? We should have, like flood insurance." Realization slowly dawned on Maya's face. Her expression darkened, and she has an expression of pure horror. "Oh no, oh no no no no no... this isn't what I wanted. I need to call..." You grab her arm and pull her onto the bed. You take her hand and place it against your slit, so she can feel how wet you are. "Maya, come on. I can?t take this much longer!" Maya looks resigned for a moment, then says, "If we go again will you get out of bed and shower?" "Deal." She sighs and comes to join you in the bed. She kisses you on the lips and you put your arms around her. "I love you," she says. "I love you, too," you reply, and you mean it. You lean into her for a kiss, and you feel her slide her tongue into your mouth. You taste your own pussy on her and it's by far the dirtiest, sexiest thing you've ever tasted in your life. Maya pushes you back and moves to the edge of the bed, kissing your breasts. She smiles at you as she moves down your body, tracing lines with her tongue on your soft skin. Her face ends up in your lap and her mouth covers your clit as she uses two fingers from each hand to spread your labia open. Her tongue begins to penetrate you, rubbing around the inside of your wet slit. She takes another finger from one hand and rubs your clit, while still licking you. You find yourself screaming in ecstasy again as she sucks and rubs your clit. You writhe about and grab her by the hair as you force her down harder onto you. She obliges and begins to flick her tongue faster while her fingers rub your clit roughly. You explode into her mouth again, pussy convulsing and thighs bucking up against her face. Gushes of fluid run down your thighs and onto the bed as she continues to lick you. You finally push her head away as the sensations become too much. You fall back against the bed, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. You are still trembling slightly when you feel hands on your legs. "What are..." you start to say and then you feel fingers gently rubbing your smooth legs. Maya touches you so gently, knowing that your whole body is sensitive right now. The lightest touch makes you jump. "Relax," she says. "Just relax and let me feel you." You close your eyes and she rolls you onto your side. Her fingers move slowly up from your feet, to your ankles, your knees, your inner thighs... You breath in sharply as you feel hands on your hips. You feel the soft curves between them and your waist being caressed, as Maya traces fingers slowly up your body, feeling everything. You feel fingers gently rubbing the base of your back, feeling your shapely new ass. Her hands travel up your spine to the back of your neck. You take a deep breath and feel another hand on your chest. She leans into you and puts her lips against your neck. You feel her blow gently and then kiss you there. Her hand traces your stomach muscles and then lower still. She traces circles around your butt, feeling your inner thighs again. You open your legs, giving her access to your pussy again, wanting, needing her to touch you. The anticipation is almost too much. Maya continues her slow touching, rubbing everywhere but where you want her to. She leans in and kisses your thigh, so close, so close. You reach up with a trembling hand and start to rub your nipple, urging your wife to take you. You can barely stand the touching now, and your pussy is drenched. You want her to take you. You need her to touch you. You finally feel her fingers gently slide into your lips and spread them apart as she plays with your clitoris. You feel her lean down close to you. You feel her hot breath on your ear, a whisper of her lips brushing you. You feel her rub your clit sharply as she whispers in your ear: "Cum for me," and you explode. You cum instantly, roughly. You lose control again as your body takes control, venting its frustration of the last few minutes in seconds. The pleasure builds, and builds, before finally, mercifully relenting and you collapse back against the bed. Maya continues to gently fondle you, smiling. You open your eyes and look up at her. "That was...amazing." She beams at you. "You have no idea how long I?ve waited for experiences like this. Now come along like you promised." You slowly climb out of bed, shaky after the last hour. "I?m soooo wobbly! Wow!" "Why don't you take a look at yourself for a moment. I need to make a phone call and you haven?t seen what you look like, yet," Maya replies. You nod and she goes back into the bedroom and dials a number. You can hear her talking in the other room, but only ever pick up snippets. You decide to check yourself out in the mirror as she suggested. In front of the mirror, you can see the final changes that have been wrought on you. Your eyes widen with surprise. Your breasts do indeed look spectacular on your new petite frame. At least a D cup, they look huge, with just the right amount of firmness. The nipples are overly large and stand at attention, ready to be sucked. Your hips have narrowed but your butt has widened to a just the right amount of bubble shape that any model would be jealous of. It's perched above legs that don't end, with beautifully toned calves and smooth, flawless skin. You turn sideways and ride up on the balls of your feet and admire the shape of your legs. You smack your ass and are rewarded with a definite jiggle. The feeling and visuals start to turn you on again. Your waist is narrow and your skin is perfectly smooth and blemish free here, too. You slide your hands up and down your sides, relishing in the feeling. Your arms are likewise hairless, smooth, and toned. And your face... Your face could pass for a model anywhere in the world. A softly defined chin, cute nose, those wild golden eyes, and long blonde hair could make any man melt in a heartbeat. You grin. Or just about any woman! You hear your wife on the phone again as her voice rises. "... I know I shouldn't have upped the dose but you should have warned me. I didn't ask for a sex-crazed bimbo..." Bimbo? You? You hear nothing for a minute and she continues, "Well, yes. She is gorgeous and just what I wanted. But the mental changes. Can't we undo them somehow? I want my husband as he was..." She pauses again. "So that's my only option then? Alright. I'll consider it." She comes back to the doorway and looks at you, taking a minute to appreciate all the changes now that you are up and standing. You can see that she's turned on. You pose for her, turning so she can see your profile. "Well, don't you want me?" You reach up and twist a nipple to emphasize just what she should be thinking about. She stares at you for a long minute while emotions cross her face. Sadness. Regret. Guilt. Lust. Love. Desire. Finally, she nods at you. She crosses to the sink and pulls the last two vials out of the box. She opens both and downs them, gagging a bit on the second. "Always," she says. "I will always want you. At least now it will be fair." "What do you mean?" you ask. Maya smiles radiantly at you. "Life?s just going to be a lot of fun for us from now on. Come on." She pulls you back to the bed, stumbling a bit as she does so. She puts her hand on her head, shaking it briefly. "What?s wrong?" Maya shook her head. "I wasn?t expecting the dizziness to happen so quickly. I guess I didn?t dilute it in water, so I got a double dose rather quickly." You look at her. "So you?re ok?" She pushes you onto the bed, grabbing a handful of ass as she does so, then climbs on beside you. You need no encouragement as you grab handfuls of anything erotic you can reach, but before you can go much further she collapses next to you. "Wow," she says weakly. "The double shot really kicks, doesn't it? I can?t go more than five seconds without feeling faint." You look at her with your best pouty face. "Does this mean we can't...?" Your wife smiles up at you. "Oh love, I want to." She winces for a second, holding a hand to her head. "But I think I?m going to pass out before we can. But I bet tomorrow will bring a lot of fun." "Promise?" you ask. Maya nods, still smiling. "I can almost guarantee it." She closes her eyes, reaching out for your hand. You take hold of it, and watch her as she falls asleep. You snuggle up to her, enjoying her smell and the smooth skin of her legs against your legs. You think of all the naughty things you could do to her while you slowly rub your clit. Just enough for a bit of a spark, as you don't want to wake Maya. Eventually you nod off to sleep, fluid leaking down your leg, one hand on your breast and one laying on your wife's inner thigh. --------- You are awakened by the feeling of someone's mouth on your pussy. You moan and open your eyes, looking down to see Maya sucking away at your clit. She looks back at you and gives a gorgeous smile, and you notice that her face is younger, more beautiful than ever, framed by the same blonde hair that you have. Her larger breasts shift as she reaches up to pinch your nipple and you squeal with pleasure. Maya smiles even more at that. "Like," she says, "I toootally knew that you would love that." Four Months Later Epilogue Your alarm goes off at noon, the normal time. You reach over and smash the top of the clock, snoozing it for another ten minutes, also normal. You feel groggy and your head is pounding, but you vaguely recall doing shots off of Maya at three AM, so no surprise there. Suddenly, you sit up - it's sub Wednesday! This is like, your favorite day, and you looooove all the days, so that makes it the best. You hear the shower start running from the bathroom, and your nipples immediately stiffen. You know exactly what she wants when Maya waits to run the shower until you wake up. You lay back against the pillow and fold your arms under your breasts, determined to make her work hard for it this time. Your pussy twitches and it's all you can do to not touch yourself. Okay, maybe she'll just have to work a little for it. Maya appears at the doorway, dressed in your favorite black lingerie. You picked it out for her at Victoria's Secret on your one month re- anniversary. The Reversery, as Maya likes to call it. You bite your lip, knowing that it's going to be difficult to make her wait. She knows how much you like it when she wears this skimpy little number. "Time to get up, Jane," Maya says cheerfully. "Go away," you say as you pull the covers up to your neck. "I'm not in the mood." "Oh baby." Maya grins. "But look what I'm wearing?" You do look at what she's wearing. You look all over at what she's wearing. Your pussy is positively wet now, but a girl must play hard to get sometimes, right? "Nope. Not even that." Maya walks over to the edge of the bed, leaning down so that you get a spectacular view of her perfect D cups. The satin moves scandalously low, the nipples just beginning to show. She reaches down to the bottoms and pulls them up just enough for you to see the bottom of her own pussy. It is glistening, already wet. You bite your lip as you look at her, knowing she's won. But you decide that if you can at least make her drag you out of bed, you'll still salvage a draw. Your eyes never leave her perfect breasts as you shake your head ever so slightly. This proves to be one of the more difficult things you've ever done. "Like, who are you kidding, you're soaking through the covers," Maya laughs, pointing. "Come on, girl, come get in the shower with me." She turns around, dropping her bottoms to the floor and stepping out of them. Looking over her shoulder, she eyes you with a wicked grin. She reaches back and smacks her ass, hard and with an audible crack. Then she prances off into the bathroom and you hear the shower door open and shut. You look down at the bed and realize that she's right. You must be more horny than you thought.. The blasted covers giving you away, and most of all, your blasted wife. You love her more than anything, but no woman should be allowed to affect you like this, it's totally unfair! With a happy sigh, you pull off the covers and roll out of bed. You still sleep in the nude, a scandalous habit from your male days that you've never grown out of, so you're all ready to hop in the shower with Maya. You stretch for a moment, bending over double and touching your head to your knees. Being super flexible does come with some stretching requirements to stay limber, and you know you're going to need to be loose in the shower. You head to the bathroom where the steam is already covering the mirror. Opening the door, you find your wife already glistening wet, covered in soap suds from head to toe. Your nipples perk up at this and you lick your lips. "Well, come in! You're letting out all the hot air!" Maya yells, attempting to move to the far side of the shower where it's still a little warm. You give her your own best wicked grin as you reach over and turn the water from hot to cold. Serves her right for dragging me out of bed with that ass. Maya screeches as the water goes ice cold on her and she jumps back to the close side of the shower and slaps the water back to hot. She looks at you in horror, nipples erect from the sudden blast of cold. She wraps her arms around herself, frantically trying to wipe the cold water off. "Good morning!" you say cheerfully as the hot water delightfully runs down your back. "You... you... you..." Maya sputters. "You froze me!" "Ohhhh, poor baby," you murmur back. You step closer to her and take her head in your hands. Looking into her eyes, you lean forward and kiss her. You hold it for a few seconds and break it off. Maya's mouth is open and she's breathing hard already. You smile and crouch down, dragging your tongue down her supple body. "Let me make it up to you." Maya giggles. "It's unfair that..." She pauses as you suck on a nipple for a moment, then continues. "... you know just..." You take the other nipple in your mouth. "...how to please me." She finishes with a gasp as you trace your tongue down her firm stomach and begin kissing the skin just above her clit. You look up at her and can just see her eyes past those gravity defying tits. "It totally works out though, love. You can't resist me, because I'm your sexy, ideal dream woman. And I can't resist you because your ideal woman would always want to please you." You return to your slow kisses. "Ohhhhhhh, I know." She shudders, legs twitching. "But like, sometimes you just know too well." "That's half the fun." "Oh, just hurry up and stick it iiiiiinnnnnnn..." she finishes with a shriek, as you nibble on her clit. She slowly moves back, holding your head in place until she reaches the wall and leans on it. She sinks down a foot so she can bend her knees and spread her legs, giving you better access to her pussy, soaked with water and her own fluids. You need no further invitation as you stick your tongue in and go to work. As always, you know exactly how to please your wife. What folds to lick and when. What each moan, each gasp means. How a slight shift of her hips just so means you should bite harder. A gasp and a quiver of her thighs like that means it's time to suck on her clit. You quickly bring her to the edge of orgasm and it's all Maya can do to stand at this point. You stop, knowing how much this will torment her. How much better her climax will be because of it. You look up at her with a smile. "So I think we can get the ID later this week, and..." "JUST FUCKING FINISH ME ALREADY!" Maya screams at you. Her hands massage her nipples, and she thrusts her hips at you. "OH GOD I NEED IT!" "Are you sure? Getting my new ID card is kind of important. It will be nice to be a real person again." "UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH," she groans at you. "PLEASE." "Well, if you're going to ask so roughly, then I suppose I'll just have to..." you punctuate your thoughts by jamming three fingers into Maya's wet pussy as deeply as you can. "... finish you off roughly, too." Maya immediately collapses, legs sliding out from under her as she slides down the wall. You're ready for this and you kneel down in front of her, your fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. Maya howls her pleasure, and you wonder if you're going to get another noise complaint from the neighbors. In and out your fingers go, faster and faster, as Maya sits there, eyes vacant and mouth hanging open. You can feel her labia tense against you, you know that she's about to cum. You smile, waiting for the right moment, reaching your other hand down to her groin. "I'm cuuuuuuminggggggg..." Maya groans as her pelvis pushes hard into the shower floor. You're ready, shoving three fingers deep into her pussy and pinching her clit with your waiting hand, holding on for dear life as Maya explodes. Her body spasms and her eyes roll back in her head as she screams her pleasure to the ceiling. Her legs spasm and her slit grabs at your hand, holding you, twitching against you, and you know it's a good one. Like, really good. One of your best. Maya slumps down, hair hanging from her head across her knees and you pull your hands back from her groin. She gasps for breath, breathing hard, bathing in the afterglow of one of the strongest orgasms you can provide. And, well, since you were purposefully made to give her pleasure, that was a strong climax. You smile to yourself, quite pleased. "Uhhhh... Uhhh... uhhh... What... I... what happened...?" Maya stutters, returning to some semblance of a human being. "Did you.. Did I? So sensitive.. Oh god it feels so... Ohhhhhh..." She is rubbing her breasts now, coming down from her high. "Oh, I'm so glad you're back!" you say happily. "Look!" Maya looks up and her eyes follow where you are pointing, down past your perfect legs to your visible soaking pussy. She looks back up at you and smiles. "Okay, my love. Just.. give me a minute... To catch my breath.. Tell you what... Why don't you go pick out a toy and I'll give it to you in whatever way you want." Your eyes widen. "Any way that I want?" Maya nods. "You totally deserve it for that. That was unbelievable." You bite your lip. Any toy, in any way. There's soooo many possibilities. But you know what you want today. "Baby, it's been a bit since you ate my ass." "That's not a toy." Maya smiles up at you, her perfect teeth gleaming. "But I'd love to do it anyway." --------- Hours later, a much more sore and much more satisfied version of the two of you are in your kitchen getting ready to head to work. This takes a little bit of setup, and Maya takes the lead in this, which is for the better. You don't really have a head for figures or instructions anymore, and you tend to forget everything as soon as anything erotic comes along. Maya only had two doses of the medicine and while she is definitely far hornier and a bit dumber, she still maintains something closer to her original mind than you do. "But that's okay," you think to yourself as you look at your wife. "I do my figures on her figure." And deep inside, you know that you would never go back. Not to being a man, not to the day before your final change when you were a woman but a smarter and less sexy version, nothing. You would stay exactly as you are now, because why would you ever want to give this up? You live with a beautiful, sexy woman. You yourself are a beautiful sexy woman. Neither of you can get enough of the other, and you both have insane sex drives. It helps that you're getting paid for it now, of course. After the initial three day orgy the two of you had, Maya decided it was time to sit down and figure out life. She still looked like herself, but a ten year younger version. You might have passed for a younger, sexy cousin, but definitely no longer as "John." You could certainly never return to the bank, so the two of you had maybe four months of funds saved up before somebody needed to make some cash. It took only two days before Maya found her masterstroke after browsing the internet, looking for ideas. She was sitting on the edge of her chair at her laptop, naked, while you were sitting below the desk licking her clit. She managed to stumble her way to a cam site, and the solution became rather obvious. She set up an account and messaged a few of the girls until she found one willing to help us get a setup going. We spent a few grand getting a studio set up in the second bedroom. An HD camera, a bed, various sexy items, mood lighting, a wide array of toys. It was perfect. Getting paid to do what we were already doing anyway was the best possible option, and neither one of us gave a crap about being recorded. If anything, it turned you both on all the more. By the end of the second month, the two of you were making more money than you had at the bank, in half the time. By the end of the fourth month, this month, you would be making six figures a year in donations, sub fees, presents, gifts, and monetized posts from your highly successful patreon. Which all brings you back to today, in your kitchen. Maya is back at the laptop again, wearing a very tight shirt and panties. She almost never wears a bra, so her nipples are straining at the thin fabric of the shirt. She walks around like this a lot of the time. Partially because it's comfortable, and you suspect, partially because it makes you wet all of the time. You reach down and touch your own panties. It's totally working. I'm fucking soaked right now. Maya looks over at you, grinning again. She knows. Bloody woman. "So like I said earlier," you say, grinning back. "My ID will be in this week!" "You'll officially be your own cousin!" she replies. "Sooooo weird, I know!" "Well you couldn't be yourself anymore, not looking like this," she says as she walks over to you. "One large cash donation to the right people and you get a new life. A real one." She leans over and kisses you. You return the kiss, sticking your tongue into her mouth and reaching around to grab her ass. "Now, now. We can't start too early. It's sub Wednesday, remember? Your favorite!" You pull back your hand from her ass. It's so hard to stop once you get started, but she's right. You can't wait for sub Wednesday, the day when your top donators get to vote on what the two of you do together on stream. They always come up with outrageously dirty things for the two of you, and you love every second of it all. You sometimes make more money from this four hour time slot than you do the rest of the week. "Come on then," you say. "Let's go start the stream a little early. I'm so horny again." "You can wait a little bit. I owe you for the shower earlier, remember?" You give Maya your best puppy dog face. You know she can't resist your golden eyes. She laughs. "Okay, okay, I give in. Go pick out your outfit and I'll meet you in the room." You squeal in excitement like a little girl being given a pony for her birthday. You grab your wife and plant a huge kiss on her, and run back upstairs. "I'm going to get the little red thing we got last week... no... what about the green one.. no.. maybe.. " Maya watches you run upstairs, giggling as your voice fades. She could not imagine being happier. This is the life she'd dreamed about, and even though John would never quite be the same, there were still plenty of moments where she got to see him, the only man she'd ever loved. Just today in the shower, and the playful rejection in bed. It was him, as he'd been. Only sexier. Far, far, far sexier. A small smile reaches her lips as she heads for the stairs. She wonders what the viewers will want tonight, and decides that she doesn't care. All that matters is that she got to do it with Jane. Always and forever Jane. --------- An old man sat in a nameless store, hidden away on a nameless street. The location of the store didn't matter, as it was always changing. The name of the store didn't matter because, well, it just didn't have a name. But that was fine, because that was the way. The old man had been here for a very, very long time, and the way had stayed the same for a very, very long time. He looked at his watch. 2,821 seconds until Miss Vera returned again to ruin his stuffed porcupine. He was slightly annoyed at this, since he'd had it for almost four hundred years, but what can you do. The customer is always right, they say. He smiled and conjured a screen with a wave of his hand. It appeared that Maya and Jane were starting their stream a little early tonight. Well, that was just fine. He did like to appreciate his work after the fact, after all. This just gave him more time until Miss Vera showed up. He waved his hand at the screen and watched as a new name appeared in the "top donator" section of the screen. Bartholomew Riggleton, top donator of the week. He leaned back and smiled as the girls gushed over this donation, kissing and fondling each other. He listened as Jane spoke up, gushing. "Bartholomew, welcome back! Five weeks in a row as top donator! I think that's time for something special, don't you Maya?" Maya's beaming face stared at him across time and space. "Oh yes, Jane. Bart, why don't you send us a message on what you want?" The old man, whose name was definitely not Bartholomew Riggleton, paused to consider this. These two were among his finest work, he knew. Two happy lives, two happy wives. Not quite what they would have chosen, but who can complain about money, happiness, and love? If he got to enjoy the results a little, well, who could say anything? He hummed to himself as he waved at the screen. Then he settled back and watched. Oh yes, he told himself. It was going to be a very, very good 2,642 seconds until his night was ruined.