The Sea Change by msboy8

Story Codes:
MF fant furry horror humor reluc trans mag D/S Fdom BD humil sad
oral size

Thanks to FrenziedMaiden for her help and friendship

The Sea Change is based on a series of dreams I had when I was a
teen-ager. Enjoy.

The Sea Change

Chapter One - a beginning, close to an end

The doctor tried to mask his feelings with an objective look, but
failed.  The patient, alone in his private room, looked up from
the bed as the doctor entered.  The man in the bed was very well
built and attractive with grey streaked black hair, but didn't
look a day over 40.  "I'm sorry Mr. Babcock, our tests do not
reveal anything wrong with you," the doctor explained.

"But, I am still dying," the man in the bed said.

"Yes, but…"

Babcock interrupted, "You don't know what is wrong, right?"

"That is correct," the doctor replied with a puzzled look.

"Perhaps you should keep looking."  Babcock directed the doctor
out of the room, "I'm sure my nurse can see to my needs."  He
looked kindly at the pretty young nurse as his doctor left.  The
nurse returned his look with a smile.

She was in her late 20s, of Asian ancestry; however, Mr. Babcock
could not tell which country was responsible for her Far Eastern
beauty.  Her black hair hung over her face partially disguising
her pretty face.  Her voluptuous body was home to a pair of large
breasts, the first attribute that caught Babcock's attention. 
The rest of her body was flushed out in a sexy, filling way that
was not readily apparent at first, but Babcock had seen a picture
of her in the nude; proof that money could buy anything.

The nurse noticed a strange twitching under the sheet in the area
of Mr.Babcock's lap.  Thinking something might be wrong, she got
to her feet and pulled back the sheet with an apologetic glance
to her patient, "Excuse me Mr. Babcock;" she started to say then
lost her urge to speak.  She stood there stunned as she looked
first at Mr. Babcock's erect 19-inch penis, then at his knowing
face.

"Sit down Miss Chang, I know why I'm dying and so will you, once
you hear my story."


Chapter Two - an awakening

Bruce Babcock woke up with two less than desirable feelings.  One
was a hangover, the other an erection.  The second was not
desirable at this time because he was alone and needed the
erection to go away before he could piss.  And he really needed
to piss!

Once he had relieved himself, he looked in the mirror.  He saw a
20 something-young man with a raggedy mane of black hair on his
average, unwashed head.  His posture was bad, even considering
the drunk he had tied on last night.  He worked on the hangover.
A glass of Alka-Seltzer was the first step, he promptly threw-up
then felt better.  A handful of aspirin would take care of his
headache.

Bruce lay on his bed waiting for the headache to reach a
manageable level.  His thoughts wandered to last night.  He
remembered being at a party.  Bruce had latched onto a cute
looking Southern Belle and tried to get her drunk, so he could
'escort' her home.  He groaned as he remembered her tolerance for
alcohol.  At the end of the party, she had offered to make sure
HE got home safe.  Bruce was too wasted to even argue and she
ended up driving him home and helping him up the stairs to his
apartment.  He collapsed onto his bed and she hurriedly left. 
"Another perfect evening Bruce," he said to himself as he looked
out the window to the street below.

He looked out on the same tired old street.  At the same tired
old storefronts.  The Flower shop, the bakery, the photocopy
store, the Occult shoppe, the shoe repair…  What, the Occult
Shoppe?  That was new and it sounded interesting.  His headache
was no longer roaring in his ears, so he got dressed and started
down to the street.


Chapter Three - a new twist

Bruce Babcock neatly dodged a panel truck as he jaywalked across
Elm Street.  He crossed opposite the shoe repair and sauntered
down the sidewalk to the Occult Shoppe.  The door was no
indication of anything out of the ordinary, so he opened the door
slowly and entered.  He saw what he had expected, almost.  The
wooden shelves were full of artifacts, strange shapes, candles
and even a few Oujia boards.  What he did not expect was the
attractive brunette perched on a short ladder facing away from
him.  She was behind a new looking glass counter and appeared to
be dusting.  She wore a red halter-top and designer jeans.  Her
ass wasn't perfect and she was a litter chunkier than he liked,
but he could live with that.  He walked closer and said, "Hello."


The brunette climbed down the ladder and turned around.  She had
black lipstick and fingernails, but her face looked strangely
familiar.  A look of recognition ran over her face and she said,
"Bruce, I haven't seen you in ages."  Bruce was still at a loss
as to who she was, so he just smiled.  "It's Brenda, remember. I
was in your High School; we graduated the same year.  I went on
to college."  Bruce faintly remembered a dumpy, sad girl who
didn't quite fit in.  She was certainly different now.

"What happened to you?" Bruce asked.

"Well, you know I went to college," answered Brenda, "it changed
me."

 "Well, that's the first time I've seen such a major change in a
person by just going to a few years of college," Bruce went on,
not accepting her simple explanation.

Brenda smiled a wicked sort of smile and said, "Well getting
locked in a Fraternity house and made a sex-slave for the
weekend, might have had something to do with it."  She laughed at
Bruce's look of disbelief.  "Now don't be shocked, it was the
best thing that ever happened to me, I used to be such a prude,"
Brenda justified her admission to him.  "And so, you see the real
me," Brenda said as she pirouetted in front of him.

"OK, we'll have to talk more about this later, but where did this
shop come from and why are you here?"

Brenda replied, "Well, an old man opened this store and
advertised for summer help at the college.  As you may know, I'm
an archeology student, so I fit right in.  He was apparently an
explorer and collected many strange things.  He has retired here
and opened this shop.  No mystery, Bruce."

Somewhere within the store, a clock chimed 4 times.  Brenda
looked at her watch and swore under her breath.  She quickly
folded up the ladder, grabbed the duster and disappeared through
a bead curtain into the back of the store.  Bruce waited,
thinking about the quick explanation Brenda had given. Brenda
reappeared a moment later and explained, "My boss is due to take
over the store at 4:00, I don't want him to think that I'm a
slacker."

The front door opened and a wizened, old man walked into the
store.  Actually, his step was so light, that you could say he
floated into the store, noticed Bruce.  "Bruce this is Mr.
Ingersole, my boss, Mr. Ingersole this is my friend, Bruce,"
Brenda said introducing the two.

"Are you ready to go Brenda?" her boss asked.

"It's all yours," she replied. Mr. Ingersole then shooed them out
of the shop saying, "It's too nice of a Saturday afternoon to be
here. You two go enjoy yourselves."

On the sidewalk outside the store, Brenda abruptly asked Bruce,
"Wanna go to my apartment, my roomie doesn't get home for a few
hours.  We can get naked and have some fun."  Bruce’s mouth
dropped open for a second.  Brenda had changed, and Bruce liked
it.


Chapter Four - a trip

Brenda led Bruce down several streets to an old brick apartment
building.  "These are not the best apartments, but the price is
right and I'm only here for the summer," Brenda explained as they
climbed on an old wooden porch that led to her back door.  Once
inside Bruce could see that it was old, but was kept rather tidy.
 Brenda stopped in the hallway and looked sideways at Bruce.  "I
know you were always a little wild in High School, but how is
your appetite for sex?" she asked.  "Are you a meat and potatoes
man, or do your tastes run to the exotic?"

Bruce was actually not that experienced in exotic type sex, but
he answered, "Oh, I like all types of sex, regular and exotic." 
He did not want Brenda to think he was an uneducated small town
boy.

"Good," she said, her face perking up at the thought. "I'm into
B&D lately, I think it's a phase," Brenda reasoned as they
entered her bedroom.  Bruce could immediately see what she meant
by that, all four posts on her bed were festooned with soft,
leather restraints and her footboard had been removed for easy
access.  "Ok Bruce, I want you to secure me to the bed face down
and take me from behind.  Are you up to that?" she teased with a
coy smile.

"Climb on babe, I'm your man," asserted Bruce.

"First, some mood music.  I like screwing to AC/DC.  Linda, my
roommate prefers Pink Floyd, go figure," she pondered.  The hard
rock beat of AC/DC began to pump through the apartment.  Bruce
just wanted to start fucking, so he tossed her onto the bed.

 He had just fastened her right foot to the bed when she started
to roll over and said, "Ow, I wondered where that went."  She
pulled a long, grey dick shape from under the covers.  Bruce just
stared unbelieving at it, his mind racing.

"You don't…" he started.

Brenda threw him a dirty look, "No, it's an artifact, not a toy.
Here," she said as she tossed it to him.  Bruce awkwardly caught
the relic as Brenda tied her left hand to the bed.  "You'll have
to get the other two Bruce, I'm not a contortionist, you know,"
she kidded him.  Bruce wouldn’t have been surprised to find out
that Brenda WAS a contortionist.  Bruce finished tying her to the
bed, then looked at the relic again.

There were some words carved on it.  The stereo was belting out
"Highway to Hell" as he read the words aloud.  There was a flash
of light and everything went black.


Chapter Five - not in Kansas anymore

Bruce found himself on his knees.  Boy, this floor is suddenly
warm, he thought.  Also very dirty, huh, what the Hell is going
on?  "Exactly,” purred a harsh feminine voice,” Hell is always
going on."  Bruce stood up and looked around, all he could see
was endless plains of brownish-red sand, occasionally dotted by
clusters of dark gray rocks.  Nothing interrupted his view of the
desolate plain; no one interrupted his view either.

"Hey," Bruce shouted, "where are you, who are you?"  The rocks
were not tall enough to hide anyone; maybe he had imagined that
voice.  Maybe he was hallucinating, but from what?  Bruce still
had the large grey cock relic in his hands, so at least there was
something that was somewhat familiar to him.

"I am right here;" the voice assured him, "and you may call me
Mistress Anne."  The voice came from just behind Bruce.  He spun
around and saw an impossibly sexy, naked female standing before
him.  She had red hair on her head and between her powerful
looking legs.  She was also barefoot and the hot sand did not
seem to bother her feet.  Bruce was stunned and his face showed
it, what a strange place to find a naked woman, in fact, where
was this place, his mind pondered.

"You are in my demises and this is where I belong," she replied
to his unasked questions.  "I am supposed to be here, you are
not.  I see how you got here;" she indicated the grey, stone cock
in his hand.  "But you still need to explain why you are
trespassing here and what you want," she swung her unkempt hair
around and stared into his eyes with her cat-like yellow eyes.

Bruce stammered in his defense, "Tre-trespassing, I don't know
how I got here or even where here is, so I can't be trespassing."


The naked redhead circled, strutted around him and then stopped
before him declaring, "You have trespassed and I shall decide the
punishment, come."  She strode purposely towards a large rock
outcrop that was rising from the sand.  Bruce followed, not
understanding, but not ready to ignore her, yet.

Mistress Anne mounted a large grey stone chair and sat, draping
one leg over the side of the chair, not caring that she was
showing off her fire red bush and dark pink pussy lips.  Bruce
staggered towards the throne in disbelief.  "Kneel before me and
do homage, beg for my mercy, if you dare."  Bruce , without even
thinking about it, dropped to his knees in the hot sand.  His
jeans protected his legs some, but he could not stay in this
position long.

"I'm sorry Ma'am," Bruce started, "I do not mean to trespass in
your demises.  I am obviously the victim of a prank."  Bruce was
not really sorry, but he needed to play along until he knew what
was going on.


Chapter Six - punishment?

The flame red woman on the throne knew that Bruce wasn't really
sorry, but she had already decided on his punishment and did not
need him to be truthful to her, just pliant to her will.  "Come
closer," she ordered as she put her other leg over the side of
the stone chair and spread her legs wide.  Bruce kept to his
knees and inched forward; sure of what was to be required of him.
 He licked his dry lips, punishment indeed, he thought.

Bruce lowered his face into Mistress Anne's warm lap.  Her pussy
smelled a little strange, a kind of animal smell and tasted a bit
like burnt toast, but he didn't mind.  Muff diving was still muff
diving, even with a foreign bimbo, sporting a superiority
complex.  Mistress Anne smiled to herself at his unflattering
thoughts.  She purred, knowing she would have the last laugh. 
Bruce took her purring as a sign of satisfaction, so he drove his
tongue deeper into her slit and redoubled his efforts.  He
wrapped his chapped lips around her hard clit, sucking, nibbling,
and even biting!  He wasn't bad, Mistress Anne decided, just very
unskilled. Well there was lots of time for his proper training.

Bruce's tongue was tired and still she hadn't cum yet, at least
he didn't think so.  Her hot juices poured into his eager mouth
as he tongue-fucked her wet pussy, but there was no moaning, no
screaming, and no great flood of cum from her hot snatch.  He
just stopped eating her out, his mouth and tongue dead tired and
he didn't feel like he was getting anywhere.  He looked up into
her staring eyes, looking for some sign of satisfaction.  She
smiled wickedly at him, "You have not satisfied me yet", and she
said dashing his hopes of relief.  "Stand and get undressed,"
Mistress Anne ordered him.  His cock was still erect and seemed a
bit larger to him.  "Not very big," she said taunting him, "but
you may keep my interest for awhile.  Climb up and fuck me, stick
that 'cock' of yours into me and try to satisfy hot cunt".  Bruce
did as she ordered and started to fuck her mercilessly, funny her
pussy seemed hotter the deeper he went, but he did not care, it
felt so good.

Bruce stuck his shaft into her as deep, hard and fast as he was
able.  Her somewhat bored expression never changed, even though
Bruce came twice and used all of his talents and strength to
service her and her insatiable snatch.  He finally ran out of
energy, fell off her nubile body and dropped onto the ground. 
The last thing he remembered was hearing her hoarse, throaty
laugh as he slipped into unconsciousness.


Chapter Seven - fulfillment

Brenda waited impatiently for Bruce to begin.  "Well, are you
gonna fuck me or not?" she asked in frustration.  A few seconds
went by and then she felt the head of a cock probing at her
tight, little asshole.  "Hey," she yelled, "you guys are all the
same. You get a woman in a compromising position and you try to
take advantage of it."  Brenda arched her ass up, exposing her
hairy pussy.  "Stick it in here you!"  She was relieved when the
cock moved to the entrance of her pussy.  She WAS tied up and
didn't have a lot of control, she reasoned.  "OK big boy," she
teased, after all she had seen his cock before, "stick it in!"

The head of the cock suddenly forced it's way into her pussy. Oh
My God, that's thick, Brenda thought, had he been working out? 
She grunted in admiration, this might not be a wasted afternoon,
after all. She heard an answering grunt in reply and felt a big
push.  Brenda gasped as her entire pussy was filled with cock,
and there was more to come, the cock kept forcing it's way into
her stretched out and totally full pussy.  She was amazed; Bruce
couldn't be that big, she decided.  Before she could catch her
breath, the cock started slamming into her. OOOooooooohhhhh, she
was so full!  The wide, long cock kept plunging into her
stretched out vagina.  Back & forth, in & out, the assault was
constant.  Brenda felt so completely fucked; she gasped as she
experienced the first of many orgasms.

Brenda awoke as if from a dream.  The only thing was, it wasn't a
dream.  Her pussy and thighs were coated with her cum from
countless orgasms and that giant cock was STILL fucking her
drenched pussy.  The rhythm got faster and harder and she came
again as the cock exploded into her weary snatch.  His cum was
sooo hot and thick, and kept coming and coming that she passed
out again.


Chapter Eight - surprise

Bruce was waking up from a strange dream.  He realized two things
when his mind was awake.  First he had just had sex with an
abusive, unquenchable, sexy, foreign woman.  Second, she couldn't
be that bad cause she was licking off his spent cock.  He relaxed
a bit, enjoying her work.  "Well, that's really neighborly of
you," Mistress Anne's voice came from behind him.  She couldn't
be back there AND licking his cock clean too; his eyes popped
open in disbelief.

He quickly sat up and was horrified.  A small creature looking
like a dick and a snail put together was licking the cum from his
cock.  He scuttled backwards on all fours, one of his flailing
feet kicking the creature and knocking it down and away from him.
 Bruce bumped into the stone chair, halting his flight, when the
creature started to shake.  Smoke poured from the creature, and
obscured it from view.  After a few minutes, a slightly larger,
furry mound darted from the smoke and moved out of the area and
out of sight.

"What the Hell was that," Bruce yelled, "and what happened to
it."

Mistress Anne walked around his shaking body, shook her head and
started to explain in her own way.  "First, yes; second, it was a
creeper/feeder; third, it turned into a scamper; satisfied?"

Bruce shook his head as he tried to understand what she had said.
 "No, actually, I do not, could you say it again slower and in
more detail?"  She sighed like an adult having to explain the
obvious to a child.

"Well," she began, "You were correct, this is Hell.  The thing
that was feeding off your waste was a creeper/feeder, about the
lowest form here in Hell.  It was feeding off your waste, because
you were 'with' me and it wanted to change into a higher form,
which it did into a scamper.  The scamper is a little bigger, a
lot faster and has the same job as the creeper/feeder.  Stay
alive and try to change into a higher form.  Any more questions?"
she asked impatiently.

"Yes, but not about that," Bruce replied.

Resigned, she shook her head saying, "I suppose I should give you
a tour, though it will do you no good."


Chapter Nine - The Tour

Mistress Anne took Bruce's hand and led him from the rock out
cropping, which sank into the sands as they left it.  "Hold on
tight Bruce," she cautioned.  She raised her arms upwards and
muttered a few incomprehensible words.  The sandy plain rushed
under their feet as if it was moving very fast and they were
suspended above it.  Bruce thought he saw a figure on the plain,
which slowed down as they approached.  The figure was like
something out of Dante's Inferno.  It was only about four feet
tall, and had a cone shaped body on two short thick legs.  The
face was out of proportion, dominated by a large, lipless open
mouth.  The creature was bare from the waist down, with a gaping
hole at the front and the back, just below the waist.  The
strangest thing was the preacher's coat with a frocked collar
that the creature wore.

Bruce looked quizzically at his guide.  She started to explain
without him asking a question.  "First, shut your mouth,
something may fly in and you wouldn't like that, not at all." 
Bruce's open mouth shut with an audible snap.  "That creature is
affectionately known as a taker.  While on earth he stole from
the people who turned to him for leadership and trust.  He took
what was not his and so he takes here too.  He is a 'partner' for
all those here needing to release some 'waste'.  He stores it
until he is full then travels to dump the 'waste' in a reservoir.
 Now, he can't move too fast and needs to empty himself before,
he is overfilled."  She gave him an evil look; "The results can
be messy.  Seen enough?" she asked.  Bruce quietly shook his head
and they continued on.

As the ground moved under them, a body of liquid appeared.  The
ground slowed as they approached.  The catwalk that crossed over
the reservoir was covered with takers.  Bruce watched as a fat
taker slowly walked onto the catwalk.  It then opened its short
legs wide and a river of cum poured out and down into the
reservoir.  The taker shrunk in girth until the flow stopped.  It
then continued over the catwalk and onto the sand.  "Any
questions," she asked Bruce.

 "Yes, Mistress Anne, what if one falls into the reservoir?"

Mistress Anne lifted up her shoulders momentarily making her
naked boobs jump, "Well, if something, anything, falls into that
pool of 'waste', it becomes 'waste'.  How can something that
joins a large gathering of 'waste' not become 'waste' itself?" 
She looked Bruce straight in his eyes; "This is perhaps the most
important lesson you shall ever learn."  Bruce wished Mistress
Anne would stop talking in riddles, this place, Hell, was
confusing enough.  Mistress Anne raised her arms once again and
the ground moved under them.

A rocky hill soon became visible as the sandy plain moved under
them.  Mistress Anne lowered her arms and the ground slowed to a
stop.  She took his hand and led him around the rocky hill. 
Bruce has amazed to see a tidy rock garden.  The contained a
selection of life-sized shiny, brass statues.  All the statues
were different, each one in the pose a person would take as the
receiver of a sexual act.  The operative 'hole' was actually
flesh that was formed into the shape that went with the sexual
act.  An asshole for the bent over man/woman, the mouth for a
man/woman prepared for oral sex, a cunt for regular sex.  There
were also some male statues with large brass dicks, the urethra a
fleshy bit at the end.  In each case, a thin, brass cage secured
the flesh.

Bruce walked up to a statue and noticed something odd.  A large,
coin slot was cut in the statue, just behind the head.  At the
center of the garden Bruce saw two dark forms.  He turned to look
at Mistress Anne, a question on his lips.  "I'm at a loss Ma'am,
would you please explain."  Bruce also noticed that he was
getting horny, he would want to have sex soon.  He thought that
his balls might burst if he didn’t fuck Mistress Anne soon.

Mistress Anne smiled at his thought.  "Yes Bruce," she said,
"inside each of the statues is a whore.  He or she will perform
their specialty if a gold coin is inserted into the slot on their
back; the cage will pull back.  The two dark forms are pimps;
they must remain there always and give the coins to any that want
them.  They work for the whores here, instead of them working for
the pimps."  She turned to face Bruce and again asked, "Seen
enough?"

Bruce was getting hornier and hornier, so he replied, "Yes
Mistress."  She led him out into the sand, where the rock
outcropping once again started to rise from the sand.


Chapter 10 - Larger than life

Brenda slowly came to consciousness.  She was stilled tied to the
bed, now her lap was in a very wet spot and her pussy felt like
it was still full of cum.  She heard noises from the other room.
Her partner obviously wasn't Bruce, so who was he?  And how did
he get in here? she pondered.  The sound level in the other room
increased sharply, and the sound of breaking glass was also
heard.  "Hey, what are you doing in there?" she yelled.

A shadow, then a figure appeared in the doorway, then entered the
room.  Brenda's breath caught in her throat as the figure stood
before her.  He was tall, about seven feet; he was very muscular;
his cock stood erect at about one and a half feet long and very
thick.  The thing that stunned her most was not his large cock,
which she has already enjoyed, it was the fact that his entire
body was stone grey and he looked like a Gargoyle!

Brenda's mind could not comprehend what stood before her.  He
started to move and she uttered a short scream; however, his
movement was away from her and towards the dresser.  He started
pulling out the drawers one by one and dumping them on the floor.
 Brenda yelled at the monster, "Stop pulling out the drawers,
what are you good for anyway?"  That stopped the grey monster, he
thought for a moment, then moved towards the foot of the bed.

Brenda knew immediately what his intentions were, but she was
powerless to stop him (and wasn't sure she wanted too).  He stood
behind her and his long, thick erect cock entered her wet pussy.
It seemed to go in easier and certainly deeper.  She moaned,
determined to enjoy what was thrust upon her (and in her).  The
monster, she would call him ‘Rock’, quickly thrust into her with
his steady, hard driving pace.  His cock felt so good in her, she
was ready to ride Rock's hard shaft until the end.


Chapter Eleven - a second attempt

Once they had entered the 'Throne' chamber and Mistress Anne was
seated on her stone chair, Bruce threw himself at her feet and
gazed upon her devilishly, sexy body.  He wanted her; he needed
her, so much. Mistress Anne saw his 'need' plainly.  His cock was
now about a foot long and thicker.  Perhaps he could satisfy her
now, she thought.  He might not be more skilled, but his cock was
better now, bigger and better!

Mistress Anne motioned for Bruce to come up and satisfy her.  He
stopped when his head was even with her thighs, but she said,
"Higher, I want to feel your cock in me."  He climbed higher,
entering her hot, pussy easily.  She purred her approval.  Bruce
responded by slamming his cock deeper into her. His 'new' cock
fit better and went deeper into her hot, wet pussy.  He could
tell by the look on her face that he was making an impression. 
He kissed her full lips in pleasure. She kissed him back
passionately, then bit his lower lip, hard.  He licked his lower
lip and tasted blood.  Mistress Anne watched him lick the blood
from his lip, and laughed. "Pleasure and pain, that's what it is
all about, don't forget," she explained.

Bruce thought OK Bitch, and slammed his cock into her harder and
harder, I'll show her.  Mistress Anne was very happy with Bruce's
response.  I'll make a good lay out of him yet, she thought to
herself.  Bruce's thoughts were predictable, he just wanted to
get off and punish her at the same time.  He also bit and tugged
on her nipples with his teeth.  Take that Bitch, Bruce thought. 
Mistress Anne just filed his thoughts for later action; right now
this was just getting interesting.

Mistress Anne started purring.  That infuriated Bruce even more,
his cock slamming into her pussy, his teeth trying to draw blood
from her erect nipples.  She just smiled and kissed him on the
forehead.  Bruce's hand reached up, took Mistress Anne's scarlet
locks in his hand and pulled!  Mistress Anne let out a scream of
pleasure.  Bruce just concentrated on cumming in her hot, spicy
cunt.  He started to cum and was amazed that she also came.  They
were locked together in a mutual erotic joining.  She finally let
him go and he tumbled to the ground.  His last conscious thought
was maybe I'll get lucky and the Bitch will get pregnant.

Chapter 12 - we are not alone


Brenda recovered slowly from another long, hard fucking by
‘Rock.’  "Hey ‘Rock’, untie me," Brenda asked.  But he kept
wandering around the bedroom.  Finally, he stopped and started
pissing in her potted plant.  Brenda yelled at him, "Hey, take it
in the bathroom, you rock head."  Brenda just shook her head when
‘Rock’ took the plant into the bathroom and started pissing in it
again.  Brenda heard the door to the apartment open.  Her
roommate was home! "Linda! Linda!" she called.

Linda came into Brenda's bedroom and laughed, "Got left tied to
the bed again, didn't you?  When are you ever gonna learn girl,
next time you could get fucked, then robbed."  Linda stopped
preaching and untied Brenda.

Brenda rolled over and saw Linda stunned in amazement. "What?"
Brenda asked.

"Well, what happened to you, you are beautiful," Linda replied. 
Brenda's breasts had flushed out larger and firmer, her thighs,
legs and ass, were slimmer and shapelier.  "You look like a
million dollars, how?" Linda asked.  Brenda smiled and scooped
some light green cum from her satisfied pussy and slurped it into
her mouth.

"Well, Linda, you better sit down." Brenda started.  Before she
could finish, ‘Rock’ came out of the bathroom.  Linda took one
look, screamed and fainted dead away.  Brenda laid Linda softly
on the bed.  She then motioned ‘Rock’ over.  Linda would love the
results.  Brenda hefted her fuller, taunt boobs and smiled.


Chapter 13 - on his own


Bruce woke up alone in the sand.  Funny how it didn't burn him
anymore, it didn't even feel too warm.  As he arose he got a good
look at his lower body.  His legs were muscular, his thighs thick
and firm, his dick…. His dick was unbelievable.  Even now, just
waking up, it jutted out from his taunt loins, mostly erect, and
it was even longer and thicker than before.  Bruce had never seen
a cock this big, even in Porno movies.  He waggled it around; it
was hard, straight and about a foot and a half long.  Wait until
Brenda saw this, she would freak!

Speaking of Brenda, where was she?  Where was Mistress Anne?  He
wanted to show her his new, better cock.  He looked all around,
but didn't see her.  Hmmm, maybe he should walk around; they
might run into each other.  Bruce set off at a fast pace, eating
up ground.  Time passed.  He saw some creeper/feeders and a few
scampers.  The rigorous pace he had set was bouncing his cock up
and down.  Bruce began to feel small urges for sex.  He didn't
feel like jerking off and there was no one to bother, so he kept
walking.

Bruce finally saw something different on the horizon.  It was
growing larger as he got closer.  He saw a familiar rocky hill. 
On the other side of it, he found somewhere that he remembered. 
This was the garden of brass statues.


Bruce had been down here for who knows long.  He wasn't hungry;
he wasn't thirsty, although he could use a cold beer, but the one
thing he needed, the one thing always on his mind, sex.  He was
really horny now and somehow knew that he would not be satisfied
by mere masturbation.  He needed to fuck someone and he needed to
do it NOW!  Bruce remembered what Mistress Anne had told him
about this place, Whores and pimps, which might work.

Bruce approached one of the dark figures near the center of the
garden.  He held out his hand and the dark figure dropped a large
gold coin in Bruce's hand.  It then turned away, it's mission
done.  Bruce looked at the coin for a moment; it was covered by
scrolling that looked like it came out of the Kama Sutra.  He
looked closer, every figure was laid over another, and they
eventually faded from sight.

Enough fooling around, Bruce examined the statues.  A comely
brass wench on all fours attracted him.  He inserted the coin in
the slot behind her ear and the cage that covered her cunt, slid
aside, soft pink flesh beckoned from the exposed hole.  Oh yeah,
Bruce thought to himself, welcome daddy home.  He slid his cock
into the pussy.  It didn't go in all the way!  Somehow Bruce knew
that he had to have his whole cock in her to be able to cum, and
he really needed to cum!  Bruce savagely fucked the statue, every
time he thrust in; his cock got in a little further.  A soft
groaning started emanating from inside the statue, but Bruce did
not care.  He had paid for this ride and he was gonna take it. 
The statue started shaking the harder and deeper Bruce fucked it.
 Finally there was a muffled scream from the statue.  It fell
over and split apart.  Hundreds of gold coins spilled out and
then Bruce got a good look at his 'partner'.

She may have been beautiful once, but the steady steam of gold
coins had slowly filled the space in the statue.  Brass wouldn't
give, under normal circumstances, but flesh would.  The once
beautiful figure had become twisted, compressed, basically forced
into a strange, ugly shape.  But that was not the worst thing
Bruce saw.  All of the skin of the 'woman' was covered in large
festering sores, out of which came a foul smelling green pus.  He
had been having sex with that realized Bruce!  He ran from the
garden ashamed and sick.  Mostly sick, he vomited all the way out
and then some.  Once he stopped vomiting, he felt the urgency in
him again.  What was wrong with him, Bruce thought, what had he
become?

Bruce ran from the garden and kept running, as he ran his dick
bobbed up and down, anxiously reminded him that he needed to fuck
something and soon.  He was still running when he saw a taker. 
The taker was bloated, full of cum, headed for the reservoir. 
His urgency made him mad, unable to think.  He ran up to the
taker, which was moving very slowly and stopped in front of it. 
His hard cock slammed into the hole.  It fit!  Bruce fucked the
taker's hole with wild abandon.  He was going to cum, finally. 
The taker may have been ugly, but it was a godsend.

Bruce fucked it hard and fast, his foot and a half long tool
moving swiftly in & out.  Bruce didn't know if the hole was
naturally lubricated, or coated with cum from another 'giver'. 
He was about to spend and satisfy his sexual craving.  Bruce came
and came inside the taker, he had never had this much cum.  His
balls sent another river of cum through his dick and he felt like
he still had more to give!  Cum started to ooze out of the
taker's other holes.  It was full and could take no more.

Yet Bruce still had more to give!  His heavy balls released even
more cum which his long, hard cock shot into the taker.  Bruce
heard a hollow boom and was suddenly draped with cum as the taker
literally exploded!  Bruce's cum still surged from his dick,
adding to the lake of cum that flowed over the sandy plane. 
Bruce wiped the cum from his eyes, then collapsed, his hard shaft
still spurting cum.


Chapter 14- back in Kansas

Linda woke to find Brenda eating the mixed cum from her pussy. 
Brenda looked up and said, "Don't mind me, just cleaning up." 
Linda thought about what had happened to her once she had gotten
home. I had found Brenda tied to the bed and untied her . She had
been made more beautiful and oozed sexiness; I was instantly
attracted to her .  I had seen a tall gargoyle with a huge dick;
it was bigger than any she had ever seen.  It was so large it
was... was obscene.  I must have passed out.

I then woke to find the gargoyle slamming his long, thick staff
into my poor, tired pussy.  It more than filled me.  I remember
looking down and seeing it performing its task between my legs. 
I also noticed that my nipples were larger and more erect than
ever before.  I heard a sound coming from the left.  Brenda stood
there examining her 'new' body.  She was responsible for this,
then another orgasm approached and I was swept away in pleasure.
I must have passed out again.

Now Linda woke up, feeling satisfied and her roommate was
drinking cum from her pussy, and it didn't feel tired or
stretched out anymore.  Linda sat up and grabbed Brenda's
shoulders.  She didn't mind getting oral sex from Brenda, they
had played before, she just wanted to know what was going on,
what had gone on.  Linda pulled Brenda up from her lap and asked
for an explanation.

Brenda told Linda the whole story, ending by showing her naked,
beautified body to Linda and suggesting that she look in the
full-length mirror.  Linda was surprised, and pleased, by what
she saw.  Her full breasts were perkier and her nipples were
larger and longer.  They were also fully erect as were Brenda's.
The rest of her body had been sculpted.  Her ass was fuller and
her legs were sexier and curved in all the right places.  Both
girls had flat tummies and looked like full size Barbie dolls.

Brenda said, "Being fucked twice by 'Rock' must have done this. 
Are you aroused? My nipples haven't relaxed one bit since he
serviced me.  Speaking of 'service', where is that big hunk, I'm
horny again."  Brenda found 'Rock' in the hall and tried to pull
him back to the bed. 'Rock' showed no interest in sex at all and
appeared to be looking for a way out.

Brenda couldn't understand it.  'Rock' was a big horn-dog that
was only good for fuckin' and now that she needed him, he was not
interested.  Brenda yelled for Linda, "Rock won't come back into
the bed room, come help me."

Between the two of them they managed to get 'Rock' back in the
bedroom, but he would have nothing to do with the girls . Brenda
even grabbed his giant cock and tried to shove it into her needy
quim, but he turned away.

Brenda needed him to fuck her NOW and 'Rock' knew it.  She
started to plead with him.  He smiled and uttered the same words
that were on the big gray cock relic.  There was a big puff of
sulfur smelling smoke and 'Rock' disappeared.

Once the smoke had cleared, the girls found that same big gray
cock relic on the floor.  Brenda picked it up and discovered that
the words had vanished.  There was no way to get 'Rock' and his
large, long cock back.


Chapter 15 - better off dead

Bruce groaned and woke from his nightmare.  He opened his eyes,
saw the exploded taker and felt the sticky cum all over his body.
 Not a nightmare, this was real, Bruce realized.  Bruce didn't
feel the urge to fuck right now, he had taken care of that with
the taker, but his dick was hurting.

He looked down and groaned.  The first purple sore had formed on
his long shaft and it had burst open oozing green puss.  Bruce
jumped to his feet and started running aimlessly, like he could
escape this STD gone wild.  Why has this happened to me, what did
I do to deserve this?  These thoughts kept running through his
desperate mind as he blindly ran over the sandy plain.

Bruce finally collapsed in the sand, exhausted from running. 
More sores were forming on his enlarged member and it felt like
it was on fire!  He had no strength left, he was doomed, doomed
to lie in the sands of Hell suffering from the mother of all
STDs.  Bruce passed out, all hope lost.

Bruce awoke in constant pain.  He was afraid to look down at his
body.  When he finally got the courage to look, he was horrified.
 The purple sores had spread up his abdomen and down his thighs.
More were bursting open and oozing foul smelling green ooze. 
Bruce lost control and cried out, "Mistress Anne! Mistress Anne!
Please help me!"  Bruce had used the last of his energy to cry
out and lost consciousness again.

When he awoke again, the pain and smell was worse.  It was so
bad, that he could not look at his new improved cock and body.  A
familiar voice said, "I told you that you would regret it, but
you didn't listen.  They never do." Bruce could picture her
slender shoulders shrugging and her large breasts following her
shrug and bouncing enticingly. But he was anything but enticed;
sex was the last thought on his mind.

Bruce managed to turn around so he could see Mistress Anne.  She
stood over him, a triumphant expression on her face.  She
continued to berate him, "I told you a tour would do you no good,
as a matter of fact, it seems to have made it worse for you."

"Please help me Mistress," Bruce begged.  "Can you heal me, can
you make this nasty disease go away?"

"I can," Mistress Anne replied, "but it will still not solve all
your problems."  She thought of the unquenchable yearning that he
would know; the burning desire that would never end.  The need to
cum again and again.

Bruce pleaded, "Just help me Mistress Anne, I just want the sores
to go away, please."

She tossed an earthen flask at his feet and said, "Just spread
this ointment over the affected parts of your body.  It works
quickly and will cure the disease."  But not everything, she
didn't say.

Bruce spread the ointment all over the parts of his body that
were sore-ravaged.  It hurt; it felt like burning tar as it
touched the infected parts of his body.  The cure is almost as
bad as the disease, almost!  They disappeared in a hurry and so
did the pain.  As soon as he was cured, Bruce felt very horny
again.  He stood up and reached for Mistress Anne.

She coldly avoided his grasp, slapped him hard on the face and
said, “I no longer wish to have sex with you, leave me alone."

Bruce was confused and said, "B-b-but now I can really satisfy
you.  I have the body to please your needs."

Mistress Anne shook her head and said, "But I don't want you now,
lover.  We would have to fuck all the time and I'm too busy for
that.  I'll just have to send you back where you belong, where no
woman can satisfy you.  You'll soon die a wasting death; you'll
be unable to cum.  And that's more important than many realize or
will say.  You'll be alone among normally endowed people." 
Mistress Anne had no idea that she was sending him back as a
remedy, a temporary panacea, for his, Brenda's and Linda's
'sexual problem'.  She spoke a few unintelligible words, waved
her hands and Bruce disappeared in a crimson flash.

Bruce woke up in Brenda's room.  More specifically he woke up in
Brenda's pussy.  She was riding his always-erect dick and it fit!
 He was actually feeling the sensations of being in her and knew
he would cum soon.  Guess who had the last laugh Mistress Anne,
Bruce thought as he thrust upward in Brenda's satisfyingly deep
pussy.

Bruce saw a shadow over their entwined bodies.  It was a naked
brunette.  The most desirable brunette he had ever seen, as a
matter of fact, too desirable.  She was obviously in the same
state that Brenda was.  Her foot wasn't tapping, but she was
definitely waiting for Bruce to service her.  That was OK with
him, he enjoyed sex.


Chapter 16 - the final curtain

"So, you see, Brenda, Linda and I managed to help each other.  I
had what they needed and they had what I needed, the man in the
hospital bed continued.

"Uh; why; uh; are; uh; you; uh; here; uh; then; uh?" the nurse
asked as she rode on Bruce's erect 19-inch cock.  She thrust her
pussy back onto it and then would push herself back, impaling
herself on his oversized member.  His shaft was covered with her
hot, sticky cum, but he appeared unaffected by her sexual antics.

"We had it good for awhile," Bruce answered, "until fate
intervened.  We were the darlings of the Adult Entertainment
world, the cash wouldn't stop rolling in.  However, we could only
satisfy each other and not for very long.  We had to live
together, travel together and almost continuously fuck.  It had
to end sometime and it did when they died."

"Uh; how; uh; did; uh; they; uh; die," the exhausted nurse
managed to ask as she slowly rode his hard pole that unceasingly
reached for the sky.  Her tits flopped in slow motion as she
struggled to service her patient.

Bruce gave her credit, even though it didn't help.  She was doing
everything she could to prolong his life.  "They died by their
own greed, I guess you could say," Bruce said.  "Linda had bought
a bucking bronco machine and affixed a dildo to it, trying to end
her need for my cock.  It might have worked too, but she forgot
to fasten the safety harness.  She ended up breaking her lovely
neck against the wall."

The nurse fell off Bruce's tall, erect rod.  She had tried to
please him, but had only worn herself out.  And she had lost most
of her clothes along the way, so she lay practically naked in his
arms and asked, "What, about, Brenda?"

Bruce smiled a sad smile and answered, "She got a new agent, one
from the Eastern Block, I think.  Guess he took less of a
commission.  Unfortunately, the first gig he arranged for her
turned out to be a snuff film.  I hear it's still an underground
classic."

Bruce felt as if he was out of his body, that he was looking down
at himself with his nearly naked nurse in his arms.  But, he
could not feel her luscious, sweat drenched, voluptuous body.  He
heard a voice and felt a tugging that he could not ignore, a
voice that demanded his obedience.  It was time for him to return
to Her.

Bruce looked his nurse directly in the eye and softly said,
"Well, I have to be getting on, I hear Mistress Anne calling."

The nurse felt his heart stop and saw his body go limp.  Well,
most of his body had gone limp; the mortician was going to be
challenged by what would never go limp.  She smiled at the
thought of a coffin with a giant cock sticking up out of it.

She carefully cleaned up and got dressed.  Time to tell the
doctor that his patient had moved on and no longer needed his
services.  The services he needed could no longer be provided by
anyone on this Earth, there was only one place for him and he was
on his way.

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