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 Author: wandrer
Title: Slumber Party
Universe: The Coin of Chaos
(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/coin_of_chaos/)
Keywords: mc, humil, nc, mf, ff, tf, gr, inc, mast, magic, best, tg
Summary: The Coin of Chaos grants another wish gone wrong, causing all
sorts of transformations and depraved activities at a girls' slumber party.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually
explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
coincidental.
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   "Slumber Party"

   "I've got the popcorn!" giggled Sandy, flopping to the floor of her
living room amongst her friends.

   "About time," her twin sister Candace remarked with a smirk.  The two
blond girls, though their faces were mirror images of each other, were
about as different personality-wise as twins could be.  Sandy was
perpetually happy and bubbly, with a tendency to giggle given the slightest
excuse.  Her long blond hair fell over smooth shoulders, beneath which the
toned, curved body of a cheerleader filled out her pink tank top quite
nicely.  Her tight shorts showed off long nicely tanned legs, ending in
cute feet (currently wrapped in pink bunny slippers).

   Candace, on the other hand, was the far more serious of the two - a
seriousness which was much of the reason that she was the captain of the
cheerleading squad, whereas her sister was quite happy to follow her
direction.  That seriousness was reflected in her short blond hair, which
lent her an air of being older than her eighteen years.  Her body matched
her sister's almost perfectly (a fact which almost no boy at their school
failed to notice), although she was a shade taller, and with slightly
larger breasts.

   Some attributed her seriousness to their parents' somewhat unfortunate
choice of names - Sandra was quite happy to go by Sandy, but very few
people other than her father called Candace "Candy"...and they certainly
didn't do so more than once.

   "So," Sandy said, setting the large bowl of popcorn in the middle of the
circle, "movie first, or gossip?"

   The other five girls in the room all reached for the bowl at the same
time then laughed.

   "Oh, gossip, definitely," chirped Sarah, taking a handful.  The very
curvy redhead was a favorite on the squad, both amongst the other girls,
and particularly among the male members of the audience.  Her long, dark
red hair, white freckled skin, large breasts, and long legs had made many a
boy's mouth go dry while watching their routine during a football game, and
not a few fathers in the crowd besides.  She sat nibbling on popcorn,
fidgeting with the dangling purple stone on the necklace she was wearing.

   "I dunno," sighed Karen, "does anyone have anything good?" Karen was one
of two asian girls on the squad (the other, Terri, wasn't really the
slumber-party type), a cute, short black-haired chinese girl.  Karen was
also the youngest of them, having just celebrated her eighteenth birthday
the day before - part of the excuse for the slumber party.

   Diane, meanwhile, merely rolled her eyes and shook her head.  The small
hispanic girl stretched her taut legs out as she popped a few kernels of
popcorn in her mouth, a small mischievous smile on her pretty face as she
waited to hear what the rest of the girls had to say.  She never seemed to
take anything particularly seriously, being a cheerleader included.  As the
most academically inclined girl on the squad (she was close to the top of
their class), she definitely took all of the trappings of cheerleading with
a grain of salt.

   The last member of the group sat quietly, listening to the rest of them.
Kelly was the only non-cheerleader amongst the girls, but often came to
Sandy and Candace's slumber parties anyway.  The quiet, shy girl had been
friends with the twins since first grade, the three of them having gone to
church together for years.

   Kelly always felt a little out of place, but still enjoyed hanging out
with the rest of the girls.  They were always nice to the tiny brunette -
Kelly was slightly shorter than even Diane, at 5'1", and very petite - and
never made her feel particularly out of place.  Kelly, being fairly
religious, was much more protected than the other girls, and often got a
small vicarious thrill from listening to them.  She had never really done
anything with a boy (a few chaste dates here and there), and was somewhat
fascinated by the other girls' stories, even as relatively tame as they
were.

   (Kelly would have been quite surprised to know that she was a topic of
much conversation amongst some boys at her school.  Though she had a very
slender body, and tiny breasts, she was considered by many to be one of the
prettiest girls at the school, her short dark hair framing a face of elfin
beauty.  Her shyness and the knowledge that she was a good catholic girl
tended to frighten certain boys off, however, and those that remained were
usually too shy themselves to ask the stunning girl out.)

   "Oh, I've got some," Sandy whispered, "wait till you hear what Mrs. 
Anderson did with Jimmy Ferris..."

   "Uh-huh...as though you'd know about something like that."

   The girls spun at the mocking male voice from behind them.  Sandy's
usually happy expression soured as she scowled at her older brother, home
from college, and "keeping an eye on them" while their parents were away
for a romantic getaway for two weeks.

   Dave stood behind them, a sarcastic smirk on his face.  The sophomore in
college stood with his friend, Tony, both of them home for the weekend. 
Dave was flipping a large coin in one hand, that glittered gold from the
fluorescent light in the kitchen.

   Dave had been increasingly cocky and (his sisters felt) obnoxious since
going to college, treating them as though they were children - the were
seniors in high school, for goodness sake!  In this case, Sandy knew Dave
was likely to be particularly nasty, since he'd had a crush on Mrs. 
Anderson since she was known as Julie, and was a senior in high school when
he was a freshman.

   Sandy opened her mouth, but Candace beat her to the punch.

   "What's the matter Dave, don't have anything better to do on a Saturday
night than hit on your little sisters' friends?"

   Dave caught the coin he had been flipping, as a look of surprise, then
anger crossed his face.  He opened his mouth to say something, then thought
better of it.

   "C'mon Tony...let's leave these little girls to their fun," Dave said as
he turned for the door.

   Tony turned to with a concealed chuckle, although he seemed to be of the
opinion that flirting with Dave's sisters' hot friends was the perfect way
to spend a Saturday evening.

   "Hey man, don't let 'em get to you.  It's just...sisters, you know?"

   "Yeah, yeah," Dave said, grabbing his coat and shoving the golden coin
in the pocket.  He had stumbled across the coin earlier in the day, shocked
to find it lying in the street on his way home from the train station.  It
was tarnished, but seemed to be real gold, with strange symbols and images
engraved in it.  Dave was pretty sure it was valuable - he intended to find
a collector during the week and see what it was worth.

   "Anyway, what do you care?  It's not like they really know anything
about Julie, right?  I mean, come on...think about the stuff they think
they know!  You know the lies those girls like to tell..."

   Dave let out a laugh.

   "Yeah," he muttered as they walked out the door, "I just wish *anything*
they said tonight was true."

   Dave would later be somewhat dismayed to find that his golden coin had
seemingly disappeared somewhere between his house and the party he and Tony
were going to.

   Candace smiled as they heard the door close behind her brother.  She
could still get to him, even if he was in college.  She turned back to her
sister's gossip, a strange shiver going briefly down her back.

   "So anyway," whispered Sandy, "I heard that Mrs.  Anderson totally came
on to Jimmy after class yesterday."

   "No!" said Sarah.

   "Yep," Sandy responded, "I heard that she was having him over to her
house tonight for 'tutoring'."

   "Oooo," Karen giggled.

   "Well, um...maybe she just," Kelly started to say, quietly, but was
overrun by Candace.

   "She's a total slut," Candace snapped.  The rancor in her voice took the
other girls by surprise.  Candace disliked the young teacher, mostly
because her brother had such a hopeless crush on her.  Candace may not have
gotten along with her brother, but she still didn't think any woman was
good enough for him, and certainly not one that didn't even know he
existed.

   "I'll bet she fucks every guy that she gets alone...or at least goes
down on them.  She just can't help herself.  She just never gets *caught*."

   Julie Anderson opened the door to see her problem student on her porch -
Jimmy Ferris, star running back on the football team and hopeless at math.
With a sigh, she let the boy into her house.

   "Hey Mrs.  Anderson," Jimmy said, nervously.  He knew he was in danger
of flunking her math class, and had begged her for help.  She had finally
agreed to give him a hand on Saturday night, it being the only time over
the weekend she had free.  To her surprise, the popular boy had agreed to
give up his Saturday evening for some help studying for the math test.  He
must have been desperate indeed.

   Jimmy moved past her, stealing a glance at the young teacher.  Only a
year out of college, she was the crush of a fair number of boys in school -
young, short, blond, and with large, soft breasts.  Jimmy blushed as his
eyes went instinctively to her chest, then flicked away.

   After he had stepped past her, Julie rolled her eyes.  Boys.  They never
changed.

   As he walked into her living room, a strange shiver went through her
body.

   Fifteen minutes later, though her head was filled with horror at what
she was doing, she was cumming in a screaming orgasm, riding the very
pleasantly surprised Jimmy's cock up and down, her large breasts bouncing
above him.  After he came inside her, she clambered off his cock and sucked
it back to hardness, savoring the flavor of her juices on his young flesh
mingling with his cum.  He would cum twice more, once in her mouth and once
between her soft tits.  She came five times.

   Jimmy passed the math test.

   "Ewww!" moaned Karen in mock disgust, "You two are so mean!"

   "And so *nasty*," chimed Diane, with a giggle.

   Had any of the girls known what to look for, they might have noticed a
slight shiver go through the twins, accompanied by an ever-so-slight twist
to Candace's expression, and a slight narrowing of Sandy's eyes.  Had they
known to look for these things, what followed might have been prevented, at
least in part.  Alas, none of them knew.  How could they?  Who could even
imagine such a thing?

   Certainly not four relatively innocent suburban high school girls.

   "Hey," said Sarah around a mouthful of popcorn, "why aren't Lindsay and
Amy here?"

   "Oh, I think they're studying for that math test on Monday," responded
Karen as she arranged the pillows she was leaning on to be a bit more
comfortable.

   "Studying, huh?" Candace said, skeptically, "Those two are like, totally
joined at the hip."

   Sandy giggled.

   "Or maybe joined in a 69?  Sort of, you know, arms-to-hips?"

   Candace smiled, eyes sparkling with mischief.

   "Yeah...I'll bet those two are totally hot and dripping wet for each
other."

   "Yeah - and they'll end up stuck 69ing like that forever," giggled
Sandy, a little maniacally now, "they'll have to be sent to a circus!"

   "Yeah - a *sex* circus!"

   The twins looked up at the sudden silence in the room to find the other
girls staring at them, wide-eyed.  Sandy looked around at their friends,
surprised at their horrified expressions.

   "What?"

   Amy sighed as she tapped her pencil on her math book, her small legs
kicking the air behind her.  This stuff was just really hard.  She couldn't
believe that she and her best friend Lindsay were studying on Saturday
night...  *especially* when all their friends on the squad were having that
big sleepover.

   The small jewish girl with curly black hair stretched her neck and
looked over at Lindsay, also lying on the ground looking at her math book,
a cute scowl on her face.  Her friend was the classic busty blond - besides
Sarah, probably the most desired girl on the team.  Her long blond hair
fell over her shoulders, while her large breasts dangled to the ground. 
Her smooth, heart-shaped ass melted into long, white legs sticking up from
beneath her skirt...

   Amy realized with horror that she was staring at her friend...and
getting turned on.  And not just a little turned on.  She was starting to
pant as her eyes followed the curve of Lindsay's pendulous breasts, up
towards her neck...Amy's own small breasts were starting to tingle, her
dark nipples beginning to ache in their hardness.  By the time Amy's eyes
reached the large blue eyes of her best friend, she could feel herself
growing wet between her legs, gasping for breath and burning with need.

   As her eyes met Lindsay's, she found to her horror and intense
excitement that her own expression was mirrored back at her.  Lindsay's
beautiful face was a symphony of aching need and disbelief at that need.

   In a rush, the two girls lunged for each other with a sob, papers
scattering and math texts tearing, disregarded as the two friends joined in
a frantic, passionate, and tear-filled kiss.

   After kissing each other deeply for a few moments, hot tongues entwined,
Lindsay let out a whimper as she felt Amy's hand move up to start pawing at
one of her large breasts, sending jolts of pleasure through her.  With
small sobs of lust and horror at what they couldn't seem to stop themselves
from doing, they began to tear at each other's clothes.

   As Lindsay's huge tits sprang free of her t-shirt and bra, Amy's mouth
dove to one of her friend's large pink nipples, eliciting a shuddering moan
from the blond girl.  Amy's tongue slurped at the hard nubbin, as she
savored the taste of Lindsay's skin, her stomach knotting in disgust and
excitement.

   As a new smell began to increase her hunger, Amy's eyes drifted
downwards towards over her friend's smooth belly, pausing for a shiver of
her own as Lindsay's hands drifted over Amy's small breasts, her hard
nipples incredibly sensitive.  But the scent of Lindsay's sex continued to
draw her attention, a strong, musky odor that she knew she shouldn't want,
yet she found herself craving.  Her eyes fell on Lindsay's white panties -
her friend's skirt had ridden up while they writhed on the floor - and was
shocked to see that they were soaked nearly all the way through from
Lindsay's arousal.

   Suddenly Amy let out a squeal around the large nipple she was suckling,
as she suddenly felt slender fingers slide over her own pussy, spreading
her own slick juices over her dark, curly bush.  Lindsay sobbed as she
began fingering the folds of the shuddering, groaning jewish girl.

   With a grunting sob, Amy pulled her mouth from Lindsay's pussy, the
unbelievable *need* rushing through her.  She sobbed, trying to stop what
she was about to do, but she could no more have done so than she could have
stopped her heart from beating...and it continued to pound in her ears.

   Her head fell towards her friend's crotch, the glorious, wrong smell of
Lindsay's incredibly wet pussy making her mouth water.  She pulled her
friend's soaking panties to one side, savoring the side of the blond-furred
pussy just briefly while shuddering at the sudden sensation of warm breath
on her own wet slit.  Then with a wail, she dove and began to slurp at
Lindsay's dripping cunt, squealing once again in response to Lindsay's own
deep moan into Amy's wet pussy.

   The room filled with sobs and moans and the wet smacks of two girls
licking each other with desperate abandon, their young bodies locked
end-to-end in the incredibly pleasurable embrace.  Amy's chin was slick
with the strong, salty-sweet pussy juice of her friend, while Lindsay's was
similarly wet with Amy's much lighter flavored wetness.

   Amy came first, with a chirping shriek that filled the room.  Her small
body spasmed in orgasm, but she seemed locked to her friend, unable to pull
away.  Nor could she stop her licking, squealing into Lindsay's cunt as she
sobbed in only her second orgasm ever, and her first with another person.
Lindsay let out a grunt of surprise as the small girl's pussy squirted ever
so slightly, her wetness suddenly spraying onto Lindsay's ample chest.

   Finally, as Amy began to come down from her explosive orgasm into a
desperate round of sobs, Lindsay also began to come, her own orgasm coming
in a series of throaty grunts, her hips pulsing against Amy's still
stroking tongue.

   As Lindsay's own intense orgasm dissolved into hiccuping sobs, Amy
finally managed to pull her mouth away from her friend's cunt.  Lindsay let
out a small whimper of misery and disappointment as she did the same, and
Amy felt similarly saddened yet relieved to feel her friend's tongue pull
away from her own pussy.  To her horror, Amy realized she was still
aroused, although for the moment at least not to the same maddened state
she had been in before she came.

   Shuddering, Amy began to try to pull away from her friend, disgusted by
what she had done...and found that she couldn't!  At first, she thought she
must be stuck on something, and looked towards Lindsay's curved hips.

   Amy stared in confusion, unable at first to understand what her eyes
were telling her.  The strange tugging at her own slender hips, coupled
with a choked sob from Lindsay, made her realize what she was seeing.  She
began to shake with sobs, small ones at first, and then growing till they
wracked her body, and she could feel Lindsay's own sobs of horror echoing
her own.

   Amy's arms appeared to be somehow fused to Lindsay's hips at her elbows.
Lindsay's smooth white skin blended seamlessly into Amy's, the slightly
different shades forming the faintest line where otherwise they appeared to
be one continuous body.  Amy could move her arms, could slide them under
Lindsay's legs, and grab her tight ass, but couldn't...

   Amy suddenly cried out in shocked pleasure as she felt Lindsay's
questing tongue stab once again into her pussy - Amy hadn't even noticed
that her body was already starting to come alive again, starting to ache
for Lindsay's once more, until the similarly aching Lindsay had sobbingly
dove into her friend's pussy.

   Her mind reeling at the pleasure building once again in her small body
and at the horrible, wonderful fusion with Lindsay, Amy lowered her mouth
to her best friends soaking wet pussy and once again began to lap at it
with a sob...

   "What?" Sandy said again, clearly surprised at the shocked expressions
on the other girls faces.

   "Aren't you guys b-being a little um...I mean, don't you think that's
kind of a gross thing to say about Lindsay and Amy?" Karen was blushing
furiously as she looked at her friends in surprise.  She was not
particularly worldly, and had always been disgusted by the idea of
lesbians. So to hear two of her friends so casually placed in that category
by Sandy and Candace made her quite uncomfortable.

   Sandy looked at Karen in confusion, not understanding what the small
chinese girl thought was so odd.

   Candace laughed.

   "Oh come on, Karen...you know we're just saying what we're all
thinking."

   Karen shook her head in disbelief.

   "Oh, I *know* you're thinking about it," Candace said with a dark smile.

   Sandy looked at her sister and smiled.  "You think?"

   Karen looked from one twin to the other in confusion.  "Think...what?"

   Candace grinned at the smaller girl.

   "Oh come on Karen...you know you're just a totally deviant little nympho
lesbo slut, aren't you."

   Karen let out a gasp almost as though she had been punched in the
stomach.  What were Sandy and Candace doing?  How could they be saying
these things?

   "What?!  No, I..."

   "Oh, yeah," Sandy said, "she *totally* is, isn't she?  I don't know why
I never noticed it.  Karen is *totally* hot for chicks!  Just a complete
dirty lezzie!  I'll bet she has just the nastiest fantasies about all of
us! She gets hot thinking about all the dirty things she wants us all to
do!"

   Karen stared at the twins in horror, and was suddenly overcome by a wave
of dizziness.  Her stomach was tied in knots of disgust at what the twins
were saying, and they certainly didn't sound like they were joking!  It was
so gross...she had *always* been disgusted by the idea of girls
doing...those sorts of things to each other.  Like Sandy grabbing little
Diane by the hair and fucking her with a strap on dildo (Karen didn't know
how she knew such things existed) while the sobbing Diane was forced to
lick Candace's wet cunt...the sisters laughing while Diane came,
involuntarily, as Candace came to a wet, screaming...

   It was her own gasp and whimper that brought Karen out of her brief
reverie.  She was trembling with horror at what was going through her
mind...and yet her gasping breaths belied her own disgust.  She was
shivering with arousal as her eyes flitted from each of her gorgeous,
painfully sexy friends to the next, and as they did so, a dirtier fantasy
than the one preceding it leapt into her mind, until she could feel herself
getting wet, and her small nipples ached from hardness.

   Sarah, not noticing the panicked, lustful looks of the small asian girl,
faced the twins with a grimace.

   "Cut it out, you two!  What's wrong with you?  Why are you picking on
Karen like that?"

   "Oh come on, it's just in fun!" Sandy responded.

   "Yeah," Candace sneered at the voluptuous redhead, "and it's not like
you don't do the same, so quit whining!"

   "Yeah!" echoed Sandy, "you're just a total whining bitch!"

   "Hah!  And one that's in heat all the time, too!" chortled Candace.  The
two girls smiled at each other and giggled.

   Sarah turned red with anger.

   "Yeah?  Well you t-two arrrhhh rrrrr," Sarah's retort was cut off by a
sudden strange numbness in her mouth, followed by some coughing as she was
overcome with nausea.  She clambered to her feet and, with a strange
whimper, the gorgeous redhead stumbled from the room.

   The twins watched her go, then turned back to the remaining three girls.
Karen was gasping for breath oddly, and squirming against the couch.  Diane
was simply staring after Sarah in shock, both at what the twins had said
and that the usually tough Sarah had seemingly run from the room rather
than argue with them.  Kelly, meanwhile, was staring at the twins, a
stricken, horrified expression on the cute, tiny girl's face.  She looked
as though she was about to cry.

   Candace rounded on her with a smile...and not a friendly one.

   "What's the matter, Kelly?  Are you *shocked* by all this sex talk?  Is
it too much for a little *innocent* girl like you?"

   "No, please...I..." whimpered the cowering dark-haired girl.

   "You know what *I* think?  You're really just a complete and utter slut
in that little innocent body of yours...you just want to get fucked *all*
the time."

   Sandy sidled up to her sister, to look down at their horrified friend.

   "Yeah...and you wish you had *huge* tits...you just want to be a
whore...or a porn star..."

   "Or both!"

   "That's right," hissed Candace, "you just want to whore your little
fuckslut body out to whoever will have you so you can get enough money to
get yourself *huge* tits on your tiny little body..."

   "No!  NO!"

   Kelly, burning with embarrassment and humiliation, sprang to her feet
and also ran from the room, sobbing.  A few moments later, they heard the
front door slam behind her.



   Sarah, meanwhile, had stumbled down the hallway towards the bathroom in
the twins' parents' bedroom.  Their German Shepherd, Loki, lifted his head
in surprise as the redhead wobbled into the bedroom, then lowered it to the
bed upon recognizing the girl.

   Her insides felt like they were twisting on her, and her throat was
incredibly tight - all she could do was whimper.  And she could barely
walk, for some reason.  With one final stumble, she fell to her knees with
a strange moan a few feet from the bathroom.

   She crawled through the door into the bathroom, tears running from her
eyes in horror.  She jumped at movement out of the corner of her eye, then
relaxed as she realized it was just her own reflection in the large mirror.

   Oddly, as she had crawled into the bathroom, the nausea suddenly faded.
The redhead knelt on all fours for a moment, panting and gasping for
breath.

   Then suddenly, a series of new sensations overwhelmed her, and she let
out a small yelp.

   Itching and tingling seemed to cover her entire body.  With a whine of
surprise, she began to scratch herself, and then began to tear at her
clothes - they seemed to add to the itching somehow.  With wordless
whimpers, the redhead tugged her t-shirt over her head and then wrenched
her bra off, letting her large breasts dangle free.  Then she began to
fumble at her jeans, growling and whimpering in frustration as she had
trouble with the buttons - her hands didn't seem to be doing what she
wanted them to.  But finally she managed to get then unfastened, and,
sobbing, frantically shoved them over her smooth white hips, pushing her
panties off with them.

   With a small whimper of relief, Sarah sat on the floor with her legs
spread, gasping for breath.  The tingling was still there, but was mildly
lessened now that she had gotten her clothes off.  Feeling strangely tired
from fighting her pants off, she looked at herself in the mirror for a
moment, her long tongue lolling out while her eyes traced over her
voluptuous body.  The patch of red fur between her legs, covering her pink
slit, her large breasts heaving while she panted...

   Suddenly her eyes widened as she looked at herself in the mirror.  A
long, pink dog's tongue was lolling out of her pretty little mouth!  In
disbelief, she suddenly licked her lips, feeling the long tongue stroke
across the end of her nose.

   Sarah screamed for help.

   "ARF!!  ARF ARF ARF!!"

   Sarah stared at her reflection in horror as all that came from her mouth
were loud, slightly feminine dog barks!  She broke down into sobs, but all
that came out was a low, dog's whine.

   That was followed by a whimper as new sensations filled her yet again,
including the return of the tingling in her skin.

   But that was dwarfed buy the sudden rush of arousal that seemed to tear
through her body like wildfire.  The pink nipples topping her ample breasts
crinkled to tense hardness, and her pussy suddenly began to ache.

   With a much higher-pitched whine now, of need, Sarah's hand flew to her
pussy, while another began groping at one of her large tits.  Her slit was
incredibly wet, and she began to finger herself frantically, falling
backwards onto the floor, pulling her long legs back so she could stroke
herself and begin shoving fingers into her sopping wet pussy.  She whined
and barked, tears running down her cheeks as she desperately began to try
to finger herself to orgasm.

   So caught up was she in her desperate attempt to quench the fire between
her legs that she barely noticed the continued tingling covering her body,
or the strange feelings in her arms and legs.

   Suddenly she found herself unable to easily stroke her aching pussy, and
let out a small whimper of pain as she accidentally scratched her breast
with her suddenly sharp nails.  She thrashed for a moment, then rolled
forward, sitting up.  The room was filled with the smell of her sex, and it
seemed to be getting stronger.

   With a whine, she leaned down towards her pussy - if she couldn't finger
it, maybe she could...could reach it with her new tongue!  Some part of her
mind shuddered at the thought of licking herself, but she was so
overwhelmed with lust that she didn't care - she *had* to come!  With a
series of whimpers, she craned her neck down towards her cunt, seeing the
folds of her pussy dripping with her juices, nestled in her dark red fur.

   She lifted her leg to the side, and bent, whimpering again...she could
almost reach!  Almost...the scent of her own cunt filled her nostrils as
her muzzle came close to her wet slit.  She whined in her need, bending
closer, closer...

   With a yelping bark of pleasure, she suddenly felt the tip of her long
tongue stroke lightly over the edges of her pussy lips.  Her tongue drew
back into her mouth, and her eyes widened in sudden surprise - she *loved*
the taste of herself!  That wonderful saltiness!  Small yelps and whines of
excitement filled the room as Sarah twisted and turned, maneuvering to find
the best position to lap at her own wet pussy.

   The whines transformed to wet whimpers of pleasure as she found that she
was somehow able to now slurp at herself quite easily, her long tongue
sliding over her wet folds, caressing her clit...she could even slide her
tongue inside herself!  (And a thrill of disgusted pleasure flickered
through her when her questing tongue accidentally flicked over the entrance
to her tight little asshole.) Sarah's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she
licked and slurped at her own cunt, drawing closer and closer to...

   The room filled with a high-pitched series of barks and a long, whining
howl, as Sarah came from her own tongue's ministrations.  The pleasure was
explosive and seemed to rush through her body in unexpected ways.  Her
nipples tingled, but in the haze of her frantic orgasm, there almost seemed
to be more than the two she was used to.

   As the orgasm finally began to fade, Sarah gasped and shuddered, still
enjoying the taste of her own pussy.  But as the intense need she had felt
before abated (for the moment, at least), a crash of guilt and confusion at
what she had been doing overwhelmed her, and she pulled her mouth away from
her still-wet cunt with a whine (of disappointment or disgust, she couldn't
have honestly said), to look at herself in the mirror.

   It took a moment for Sarah to register what she was seeing, and then her
eyes widened and she emitted a low, choked whine of horror.

   Staring back at her from the glass was a beautiful, panting Irish
Setter, sitting back on its haunches amidst a pile of girls clothing.  It
was clearly female from the series of hard nipples lining its chest, and
the wet, pink slit between its legs.  Its luxuriant red fur was precisely
the color of Sarah's hair, and the fur of its muzzle glistened with liquid.
The only sign that it had once been Sarah was the necklace dangling from
its neck, the purple stone looking oddly like a dog tag now.

   Sarah let out another whimper of disbelief and misery as she tasted the
lovely flavor of her pussy while the dog in the mirror licked its chops. 
Could she have broken down into horrified sobs, she would have, but all
that came out were confused, miserable whines.

   Sarah jumped in surprise at a small "whuf" and a lower whimper than her
own.  She turned to look at the entrance to the bathroom.

   Loki sat there, his head cocked oddly at the new dog in his house.

   Sarah stared at the German Shepherd.  The gorgeous, virile male dog that
sat inspecting her.

   A small whimper escaped her and she began to pant as the hot lust that
had consumed her a few minutes ago rushed to claim her once again.

   Kelly walked down the street from the twins house, arms crossed over her
small breasts, a hand occasionally moving to her eyes to wipe away tears as
she sobbed.

   Why had the girls suddenly been so mean to her?  They had always treated
her so nicely in the past...made Kelly feel like one of the group.  And she
*wasn't* what they said, or anything like that.  They *knew* that!

   A new round of sobs came out of the small girl.  Then suddenly she
jumped with a squeak as a car horn sounded.

   "Hey Kelly," a male voice said as the car pulled up next to her, "what
are you...hey, are you OK?"

   Kelly looked into the car to see Danny Lawrence.  The two of them knew
each other, although not well, but she knew that he was a pretty nice guy -
one of the more friendly members of the football team, certainly.  And, she
had to admit, pretty cute, too.

   She sniffled and nodded.

   "Well...are you sure?  Hey, do you want a ride home?"

   Kelly paused, unsure - she certainly wouldn't get into a car with a
strange boy on a normal night.  But, well...it *was* a long walk, and it
was dark, and Danny lived near her.  And it wasn't like he was a stranger,
really.

   Swallowing, Kelly nodded.  Danny favored her with a friendly smile and
reached over to open the door.  The small girl clambered into his car and
he pulled away from the curb.

   "So, you want to talk about it?" Danny inquired.

   Kelly looked at him for a moment, then lowered her eyes shyly and shook
her head.

   Danny grimaced.

   "Some guy do something mean to you?  I can beat him up for you if you
like, you know.  I'm pretty tough."

   Kelly looked up at him again, in surprise this time, and couldn't help
but giggle slightly at his wry grin.  She smiled back at him.

   As he drove, Danny began to talk - he was always chatty and friendly. 
Kelly listened without saying anything as Danny started to tell her a story
about a female friend of his who he'd gallantly protected from some guy
from another school who was bothering her.

   Kelly found herself staring at Danny while he drove and spoke.  He
really was cute.  Hot, even.  She blushed as she felt her body filling with
shameful lust as she looked at him, her small nipples hardening and a
slight ache between her slender legs.

   But he'd never be interested in her.  A little tiny girl like Kelly. 
Guys liked girls with big breasts.  *God* she wished she had large
breasts...huge, dangling tits that would make all guys want her.  But the
only way she could get those would be to pay for them, and she certainly
didn't have the money to do that.

   She needed to get the money.  She had to have huge tits so boys would
want her.  Because even though she knew she shouldn't - she *shouldn't*, oh
god she shouldn't!  - she desperately wanted boys to have sex with her. 
All the time.

   She needed to get money.  And she had an idea of how to do it.

   "D-Danny?" she whispered, shocked at the sound of her own voice.  On
hearing herself, she realized with horror what she was about to do, but
couldn't seem to stop herself.  "Pull over for a second."

   Danny, cut off mid-story, glanced at the girl in surprise and quickly
pulled to the side of the road.  They were on the large, empty hill between
the two subdivisions - at this time of night, it was remarkably dark and
empty.

   "Sure, what's wrong?  You feel sick or something?"

   Kelly looked at him with wide eyes in her gorgeous face and shook her
head.  Danny looked at the sweet young girl quizzically, noticing (not for
the first time) how gorgeous she was.  He also wished, also not for the
first time, that she wasn't such a religious prude.  He'd love to ask her
out on a...

   "I-If I play with your...thing, will you give me ten dollars?"

   Danny blinked.  Surely he hadn't heard her right.

   "Uh...what?"

   Kelly's stomach knotted in disgust at what she was doing and a strange,
intense arousal.

   "If I play with your...you know...your th-thing...will you pay me ten
dollars?"

   Danny's mind worked frantically, trying to decide whether he had gone
crazy, or whether he was somehow having some wet dream, or whether the girl
was joking with him.  Everyone knew that not only was Kelly gorgeous,
sweet, and totally chaste, her parents were also among the wealthiest of
the kids at the school.

   Danny decided she must be joking, and laughed nervously.

   "Gee Kelly, that's, uh, funny.  What's the j-johummm..."

   His eyes went wide and flicked downward in shock as her small hand slid
over the crotch of his jeans.  His cock, already hardening, leapt suddenly
to life and rock-hardness.  With a gasp he looked back up at the adorable
girl, staring at him with eyes wider than his own, and a strangely
conflicted expression on her face.

   "Kelly," he choked, "you don't need to..."

   Kelly looked as though she was about to cry.  She knew he didn't want
her because she had such small tits.  She stroked a finger over the curve
of his penis, the first she had ever felt beneath her hand.

   "Please," she whimpered, "it's only ten dollars..."

   Danny let out a small moan, and though he really wanted to be the
chivalrous guy, his baser instincts were taking over quite effectively. 
With a great deal of guilt, he reached down and grabbed his wallet from
beneath the seat.  Kelly's eyes widened slightly as she saw the wads of
cash in it - Danny was on his way home from his job as a waiter at a fairly
nice restaurant...and it had been a busy night.

   Believing that he must somehow be dreaming now, he handed a ten over to
the small girl, who greedily stuffed it into her pocket.  With a small
whimper of either misery or excitement, Kelly leaned towards the larger
boy, and with trembling hands unfastened his jeans and pulled down his
zipper.

   Danny let out a low moan as her small fingers coaxed his cock to spring
free of his pants.  Kelly let out a gasp as her eyes fell on the first cock
she had ever seen.  Though Danny was actually only of moderate size, he
seemed *huge* to the small girl.  She wanted to burst into tears as she
watched her slender hand wrap around the large, warm rod, though once again
she couldn't have said whether it was from disgust with herself or
excitement.

   Danny leaned back with a moan, and watched in disbelief and Kelly began
to stroke his cock with surprising skill.  He desperately wanted to make it
last, however, savoring the unbelievable situation and the pleasure from
the innocent girl playing with him.  A thought occurred to him, and he
swallowed, fearful of scaring the girl off yet unable to resist his own
desires.

   "Hey, umm...would you take your top off?"

   Kelly looked up at him sharply, and for a despairing moment, Danny was
sure from the miserable expression on her face that she was going to run
from the car.  But instead, she swallowed and whispered, quickly:

   "Another f-five dollars."

   Danny was far too aroused to even be shocked as he slid a five from his
wallet.

   Kelly shoved the five into her pocket as well, and then let go of
Danny's cock for a moment, reaching down to pull her black t-shirt free of
her jeans.  She burned with embarrassment and excitement, and mostly fear
of letting someone see her teeny-tiny breasts.  But he'd paid her, so she
pulled her shirt over her head.

   It was all Danny could do to keep from coming right then.  He stared in
abject lust at the girl's incredibly petite body, shining white skin with
two tiny rock-hard, dark nipples topping barely visible soft bumps on
Kelly's chest.  Danny had always preferred girls with small breasts, and he
swallowed as he stared at one of the most gorgeous bodies he'd ever seen.

   Kelly leaned over Danny again, not looking at his face for fear of
seeing his disappointment in her flat chest.  She began to stroke his cock
once again, slowly at first, but then more quickly.

   All of this was more than enough to make Danny come after only a few
moments, with a soft grunt.  Kelly let out a squeal of surprise and
embarrassed pleasure as his cock suddenly blasted a spray of white cum all
over her chest and hands.  She'd heard something about what happened when a
guy got excited, but hadn't really known what would occur.  And she found
to her dismay that the feeling of his warm...stuff spraying on her felt
wonderful.



   Diane, meanwhile, had turned back to the twins after Sarah and Kelly had
run from the room.  Karen continued to whimper oddly to herself on the
couch.

   "Sandy...Candace," Diane began, nervously - she was always the quiet one
of the group, and hated conflict, "are you two OK?  I-I mean, you're acting
a little weird...I think you really upset Sarah and Kelly..."

   Candace snorted.

   "Oh, come on, Diane...we aren't saying *anything* that isn't true.  You
just know Kelly is a slut behind that 'catholic schoolgirl' front.  I'll
bet she *loves* cum...loves the taste of it, loves the feel if it, loves it
sprayed on her or in any hole she's got.

   "Hell, I'll bet that even though it probably disgusts her little
religious sensibilities, she probably gets off on sucking cock *and*
pussy."

   "Yeah," said Sandy, getting into it once again, "I'll bet she just gets
off doing *anything* anyone wants to do with her."

   "As long as they pay her," laughed Candace, evilly.

   Danny lay his head back on the car seat, gasping for breath.  His head
was spinning from the orgasm he'd just had - more intense than anything
he'd ever felt before.  The whole situation, and it's impossibility, had
turned him on beyond belief.

   Kelly meanwhile sat, trembling, shocked at what she had done, and what
she was still feeling.  The cum (though she didn't know that word for it
yet) somehow felt incredible on her soft skin...and the smell of it made
her tingle.  Though her stomach churned at the idea, she almost wanted to
lick it up.

   And that thought blossomed in her head, leading to a small whimper as
her mind rebelled at what she was about to do, though her body ached with
excitement.  She swallowed.

   "I-if you pay me another t-twenty dollars...I c-could um, use my mouth
to make it hard again.  Boys like that, right?"

   Danny, still blissed out and again not believing what he'd heard, tilted
his head to stare at the gorgeous elfin girl.  His cock jerked as he saw
the cum glistening on her small breasts.

   "And if for another fifty," she whispered, almost sobbed, "I'll...I'll
climb on top of you and you can put your...thing in me.  Until you...you
know...squirt again.  I-inside me."

   Danny stared at her, frozen in disbelief.

   Kelly mistook his look for reluctance.

   "Please," she whispered, "I'll try to be good at it.  And it's a special
one, too - I'm a v-virgin still."

   Danny, guilt once again overcome by lust, grasped for his wallet,
frantically.  He didn't trust himself to speak, for fear that if he did
he'd come to his senses.  Instead, he slid seventy dollars from the pocket
and handed it to her.

   After once again pocketing the cash, Kelly leaned down over Danny's
crotch.  Danny let out a groan as her small tongue tentatively licked the
side of his already hardening cock, and she shivered with pleasure at the
disgusting, wonderful taste of his cum.

   Within moments, she had slid her small mouth over his cock, and was
making small whimpers of horror and pleasure as she slurped the cum off of
him, and felt his cock hardening between her lips.  Danny groaned again,
part of him wanting desperately to cum in her mouth, and part of him
fearing he would do so - he just as desperately wanted to see what the
remaining fifty dollars had bought him.

   Fortunately, Kelly seemed to have an intuition about when to stop her
joyful sucking of his cock, and suddenly reached down and slid her jeans
and panties off, licking his cock gently while she did so, her angelic face
lying in his lap.

   Then she pulled her small body up and swung one small leg around.  She
was tiny enough that with a small adjustment to the seat, she was able to
poise her trembling, nude body over his rock-hard cock.  He looked up and
down her form with lust, his eyes settling on the sparse patch of dark fur
between her legs...which was actually dripping slightly with her arousal.

   She placed her small arms around his neck as she lowered her tiny body
toward his cock.  He gasped as he felt the wet, slick, liquid from between
her legs dribble onto his throbbing cockhead.  He leaned in to kiss the
girl, but Kelly turned her head, biting her lip and seemingly choking back
a sob.

   Suddenly his cock touched the warm folds of her pussy, and it was her
turn to gasp, as it was the first time anyone else had touched her there.
She slid forward and back for a moment, shivering at the sensation as his
cock became slippery from her.

   Then, with a small wail that ended in a yelp of pain, she maneuvered his
cock to her tight entrance and dropped herself suddenly down onto him.

   Danny let out a moan of pleasure - she was incredibly tight - while she
let out a sob at the sudden pain of losing her virginity.  She sat,
trembling for a moment, shocked by how much it hurt, and then, just as
Danny was about to ask if she was OK or wanted to stop, she lifted herself
up, feeling the sudden pleasure of his cock moving inside her.

   Though the pain remained, it quickly receded before the pleasure she
felt as she bounced up and down on his cock.  She let out little
involuntary squeaks as she did so, gasping at the feeling of him inside
her. Suddenly, sooner than she had hoped, Danny grunted.  And to her shock,
as she felt the warm spray of his cum into her belly, she exploded into her
first orgasm.

   She screamed in pleasure.  Her small body bounced faster on Danny's cock
as the orgasm ripped through her, milking him for as much cum as he could
spray inside her.  As she came, through the pleasure, her mind seemed to
return to her for a few moments, and she sobbed, tears rolling down her
cheeks, at what she had done, what she was doing...and how good it all
felt.

   As she came down from her gasping orgasm, she continued to sob quietly.
Danny stroked her back as she leaned in and pressed her tear-streaked cheek
against his, completely befuddled, and exhausted from his second orgasm,
even more intense than the first.  His cock was slowly softening inside the
small girl's tight, warm pussy.

   After a few moments, Kelly pulled back slightly and began to whisper
into his ear.  Danny sat, shocked at what he was hearing.  Finally, though,
as her pussy clenched suddenly around his cock, he swallowed and nodded in
agreement.



   Diane frowned at the twins.

   "I don't think that's true at all.  Kelly has always been so shy about
sex...you guys know that.  Why are you saying all this stuff about your
friends?  It didn't start until..."

   Diane's voice trailed off for a moment and her brow crinkled as she
followed her thought process through.  Things had been weird tonight, and
it had all started when Karen had said that the twins were mean...

   "God, Diane," Candace barked at the frowning latina, "you're supposed to
be so smart.  But you're not, are you.  You're just a dumb slut!"

   Diane's eyes went wide as she suddenly realized when the girls had
started acting funny.  She glanced at Karen, and realized with a knot in
her stomach that the little Asian girl was staring up at the three of them
in obvious lust, her tiny nipples rock hard through her t-shirt.

   And then her head snapped up in horror at what Candace had just said.

   "What did you say?" Diane said, panicked, "Take it back!  I'm not! 
I..."

   She was cut off as Sandy stepped forward next to her sister once again.

   "Yeah, you are!  Just a dumb, horny, bimbo slut!  You must only be smart
just after you cum or something!"

   "Yeah...good thing you'll spread your legs for anyone or anything, won't
you?"

   Diane sobbed, trying to stop the twins from what they were saying.  She
was certain that somehow what they were all saying was causing what was
going on.

   "NO!  Please, Candace...Sandy...wait...you have to listen!  I'm not
a...um.  I think that something is uh.."

   Diane paused for a second than giggled.  Then she let out a moan.

   "No...I'm not a dummy...I'm a smartie!  Yeah!"

   She frowned.  For some reason she thought that when she said
that...something was supposed to happen.  What was it again?  Diane
giggled. She was starting to feel warm.

   She looked up at the twins in confusion.

   "I feel kinda funny."

   Candace grinned at the girl staring at them wide-eyed.

   "See, I told you.  You're just a dumb slut, aren't you?  I'll bet your
little pussy's constantly dripping wet."

   Diane giggled as she felt her pussy growing wet between her legs, and
smiled vacantly at her friends.

   "Oh, yeah...I'm all wet I think...wanna see?"

   Candace and Sandy looked at each other and their noses wrinkled up in
disgust.  But Karen spoke up suddenly.

   "Yeah, Diane," she gasped, "we *all* want to see your wet cunt!"

   Candace and Sandy turned to look at the asian girl in surprise...but
then found that they actually *did* want to see Diane's wet pussy, though
they found the idea gross.

   Diane meanwhile giggled again, and sat down on the couch.  She fumbled
for a moment with her jeans, her brow furrowing in concentration as she
figured out how to work the buttons, and then she let out a squeal of
delight as she opened them and began to slide them off.  The other three
girls watched in fascination - two horrified, one lustful - as the small
girl's panties followed, clearly drenched.

   With a grin, Diane pulled her legs apart to show the three girls her
dark-furred pussy, engorged with arousal and dribbling with wetness.  The
smell of her sex filled the room.

   "Ewwww!" cried Sandy and Candace.

   "Oh, I can't believe her!" Candace cried.

   "Yeah, she just wants to play with that wet pussy all the time, I'll
bet."

   "She just can't help herself!"

   Diane let out a sudden gasp and a cry.  She began to flush with
embarassment and...something else, looking around at the girls.  Then with
a somewhat manic giggle, her small hands suddenly flew to her wet pussy,
slender fingers beginning to slid over her wet lips and clit.  She let out
a small moan.

   Candace and Sandy stared in shock.  Even with everything they'd been
saying, they couldn't believe the little slut was sitting there playing
with herself!  In front of her friends!

   Suddenly Karen spoke again, her voice sounding oddly strained.

   "Yeah, you just love to make yourself cum, don't you Diane?  And you
just love playing with your huge tits with their huge, incredibly sensitive
nipples, too, don't you?"

   Candace turned to Karen with a look of scorn.

   "What are you *talking* about, Karen?  Diane's got tiny little..."

   Candace spun at a small cry from her sister, and gasped.

   Diane was looking down at herself with glee.  Her fingers glistened with
her pussy juice, but she was looking at her t-shirt.  Beneath it, her
b-cups were expanding like balloons.  She squealed in delight.

   Candace and Sandy watched in astonishment as Diane's formerly small
breasts expanded, her white t-shirt stretching and straining to hold them
in.  Fortunately for her, she hadn't been wearing a bra.  With something
between a grunt and a moan, Diane slipped her glistening, wet hand away
from her pussy (immediately to be replaced by her other one) and slipped
her t-shirt upwards.

   It slid up rapidly, exposing two enormous breasts, each topped with a
large, dark nipple, pointing proudly up from Diane's chest.  With another
squeal, Diane's wet hand flew to one of them, rolling her hard nipple
between her slender fingers, leaving it glistening with her pussy juice. 
With a look of sudden realization, she leaned down, giggling once again,
and with a slight lift to her large breast, placed her lips around her
nipple, slurping and licking her own juices off of it.

   With a look of surprise, Diane let out a throaty moan, and then began to
buck and cry while suckling at her own tit.  Her hand squelched between her
legs as she came, loudly.

   The twins stared at her, still in shock, and suddenly realized that
Diane's cries of pleasure weren't the only ones in the room.  As one, they
turned to stare at Karen.  Her eyes were wild, staring at the gorgeous,
huge-titted latina as she came.  Karen's hand was down her shorts, clearly
fingering her own pussy as she bit her lip, trying to hide her own, much
quieter grunts and gasps in what was clearly an incredibly intense orgasm.

   "Oh my *god*!" said Candace in disgust.

   "Ewww!  You really *are* a slutty lezzie, Karen!"

   Karen gasped and grunted in her orgasm, but turned suddenly to the two
girls, a look of panic and excitement mixed on her cute face.

   "Y-you...n-neither of you can s-speak..."

   The twins looked at her, then suddenly burst out laughing.

   "What are you *talking* about Karen?'

   "Yeah, I mean obviourrr...werrrr...rrrrr!"

   "Unnnnn!  Ahhhhhh!"

   The twins looked at each other in horror, as they suddenly found that
they could only moan and make other inhuman noises.  The turned to look at
Karen, terrified, only to find her staring back at them, with an evil,
gleeful smile on her face.

   "That's right...you can still make any noise I tell you you can make,
but you can't speak at all!"

   The two girls stood, crying, their slender hands going to their throats
in confusion and fear.  No matter what they did, all that came out were
strange grunts and moans.

   Karen smiled again.

   "I know what's going on with all of us!"

   And suddenly, with a small gasp, she did.  Not just what she had
*thought* she had known - that somehow what they were saying was coming
true - but what was *actually* happening!  That the twins brother had found
a strange coin, and that an inadvertent comment had been transformed into a
powerful wish that evening, such that everything any of them said became
truth.  Permanently.

   At least for - Karen glanced at the clock - another hour or so, until
midnight.

   Even further, in her mind's eye, she knew that Mrs.  Anderson was
currently fingering her sopping pussy while Jimmy Ferris' cock slid in and
out of her mouth, and the strange Amy-Lindsay joining continued to come,
miserably, over and over.

   In the back of the house, a beautiful Irish Setter that once had been
her friend Sarah came, again, knotted to the twins' German Shepherd, her
human sensation tied with the permanent heat of her new body.  Poor,
innocent Kelly was just coming down from her very first orgasm after her
very first sex...and was about to start doing something far, far nastier.

   Diane, having managed to stop herself at only two orgasms, was staring
down at her huge new tits and still aching, wet pussy in horror, knowing
that her brilliant intellect was her own again for the briefest of moments.

   And Karen...Karen knew she *couldn't* undo any of the things that had
happened, as a result of the rules of the coin's magic.

   Not that she would have had any intention of doing so.

   Karen's dirty, lezzie mind ached with lust at what had happened to her
friends.  Though some part of her hated herself for it, she dripped with
wetness at the thoughts of the humiliated pleasure all of her friends would
be feeling.

   Forever.

   She turned from the now sobbing twins, who were hugging each other in
misery, to the similarly sobbing Diane.  The one risk left to her wonderful
fantasies.

   Karen turned to the terrified latina girl, trying desperately to keep
her body from betraying her as she crawled onto the couch, Diane's huge
jugs and the wonderful smell of her wet pussy making Karen's whole body
tingle.

   Trembling, she knelt next to her mostly naked friend and let the
wide-eyed fall against her chest with a sob.  Karen cradled her and stroked
her hair.

   "Oh...oh g-god," moaned Diane, "They said it and I...I was so dumb!  I
c-could barely think of anything other than...how horny I am...and my
b-big...oh god...my breasts!"

   "Shhh...shhh...it's OK, Diane..." Karen cooed.  She knew in a few
minutes, Diane would revert to that wonderful, dumb slut...and every time
she came, for just a few minutes, she would be like this once again.

   But it would only really matter for the next hour.

   Karen waited for a few more moments, and then jumped at her chance.

   "You obey anything I tell you to do," she suddenly blurted out to the
girl cradled in her arms.

   With a spasm and a cry, Diane jerked away from the small asian girl, a
stricken look on her face.  She opened her mouth to say something, but
Karen raised a finger to her lips with a smile.

   "Shhh...no speaking..."

   Diane stared at Karen in horror, but found herself unable to speak. 
Unlike the twins, she knew she still *could* speak...she just had to do
what the kneeling, grinning asian girl told her.

   "Sit there for now, Diane."

   Confident that the naked Diane was going to stay where she was, Karen
turned back to the twins, still holding each other and shaking as they
stared at the other two girls.  They hadn't quite figured everything that
was going on yet - and certainly not to the extent that Karen knew it - but
they were pretty sure Karen was somehow controlling things.

   Karen, in turn, knew she had to choose her words carefully.  Anything
she stated as fact for the next hour would become so.

   Unfortunately, as she was still digesting this knowledge, Sandy let out
a sob, and turned and began to run towards the door.

   "You can't move!" Karen barked, in a sudden panic, jumping to her feet
after the blond girl.  Then, as Sandy suddenly fell to the carpeted floor
with a thud, completely paralyzed, Karen realized her mistake.

   "Dammit!"

   Karen walked over to Sandy, keeping an eye on the horrified Candace to
make sure she didn't try anything similar.  Karen knelt next to the
long-haired blond girl, who lay immobile on the floor.  Though she
continued breathing, Karen knew that her ill-chosen words had made the girl
collapse like a puppet whose strings had been cut, and nothing she could
say would make her able to move again.

   As she looked down at Sandy, who let out a small whimper (still able to
make some sounds), a smile suddenly crept over Karen's cute face again.

   She stood and looked at Candace.

   "You love me...but you're terrified of me...you're horny and hot for me
all the time, even though it still disgusts you.  You're my submissive
slut...you ache constantly to find new and better ways to please me," she
grinned, "even though you know what a dirty, lezzie mind I have."

   She stopped and looked down at Sandy, then placed her small foot on the
paralyzed girl's body.

   Sandy let out a low, wordless moan.

   Karen looked back up at Candace.  The short-haired blond girl was
trembling, staring at the asian girl.  Her nipples had obviously hardened
beneath her t-shirt, and though she had a look of horror on her face at
what she was thinking, her lust for Karen was plainly written there as
well.

   Another idea occurred to Karen.  A wonderful idea.

   "And since you can't talk any more...when I want to, I can hear both of
your thoughts...and you can hear each other's thoughts, too...and I can
*always* hear what you're saying to each other if I like."

   Suddenly, a strange sensation filled Karen's mind, and she could hear
the twins' voices, babbling in fear.

   <Oh god...please...let us go...I don't want...I *need* to lick you...oh
no...> Candace thought, sobbing.

   Sandy suddenly let out a mental yell: <You just want to let us go! 
You're a bitch!  You're a cow!>

   Karen scowled in mock anger.

   "Now Sandy, that's not nice.  Besides...it only works if you *say* it.
Thinking doesn't count!"

   Karen giggled cruelly.

   "And since you are so naughty, trying so hard to do mean things to the
girl your sister loves, I think we should see who she loves most."

   Candace let out a choked sob as Karen reached out towards her.

   <Please...no, I-I can't...ohh god...touch me...ohhhhh...>

   Candace let out a small moan as Karen's fingers touched her arm.  Karen
grinned, her own body tingling with excitement at Candace's obvious
fear-filled pleasure at her touch.  And yet another evil thought occurred
to her.

   "Candace...oh that's so formal...your name is Candy...and you can only
think of yourself in the third person, not 'me' or 'I', though you can
remember that you used to be able to think of yourself that way."

   <No...oh please, Karen, Candy doesn't want to think of herself as
Candy...oh please, don't make Candy do that...she doesn't want to be
Candy...oh god...>

   Candace stood sobbing and moaning quietly, her eyes filled with misery.

   Karen continued, ignoring the girls whimpers.

   "Also...you can sense when you're pleasing me or displeasing me...your
mistress...yes, you can only think of me as Mistress from now on.  And you
know what would please me?"

   Karen turned to look again at the immobile form of Sandy.

   "Since I broke your sister...why don't you think of something really
nasty for her, like you did for the rest of your friends.  Show your
mistress how much you love her.  I'll say what you want to have happen to
her out loud so you get to see how you've pleased your mistress."

   Candace shook her head in horror.

   <Please, no, mistress!  Don't make Candy do this to Sandy! 
Please...n-no...>

   Candace stood trembling and squirming...she could somehow feel Karen's
displeasure as she tried to disobey her, and her stomach knotted in
misery...she so desperately wanted to make her mistress happy...even if she
had to...to...

   Gasping, she turned to her sister's immobile form.

   <Sandy...oh god...you're...you're a sex doll...made of plastic although
you can still feel everything that happens to you...>

   Candace let out an involuntary moan as a sudden wave of pleasure washed
over her as she felt Karen's happiness at her idea.  Involuntarily, her
hand flew to her crotch and she let out a small cry as she began to rub
herself through her shorts.

   Sandy, meanwhile, was screaming mentally in horror.

   <Candace, oh god, please, no!  I'm your sister!  Please!  Don't do this
to me!>

   Candace faltered for a moment, but a glance at Karen caused her to
shiver and moan once again.

   <Ohhh god mistress, yesss...Sandy is a poseable sex doll, always horny
but unable to do anything about it...her mouth and pussy and ass all feel
just like the real thing...and she can suck and clench and gets wet and
cums when she is fucked by the boys who own her and oh god Sandy I'm so
sorry I oh god oh god OH GOD!!!>

   Suddenly Candace let out a wordless wail as she began to cum from
fingering herself, and from the waves of pleasure she was feeling at her
mistresses approval.  She fell to her knees as she came, laying her head
against her beloved mistresses thigh.

   Karen shook with pent up arousal of her own, and smiled down at her
slave as she patted her head.

   "Good Candy...good girl...what a *wonderfully* nasty thing to do to your
poor sister..."

   Ignoring Sandy's mental cries of anguish (actually, relishing them
somewhat), Karen repeated Candy's description of Sandy's new life, with a
few embellishments of her own.  Sandy's wails of horror echoed in Karen's
mind, and in Candy's as well, causing her twin to break down into sobs at
what she had done to her sister.

   After a few moments, Sandy's body began to shift and ripple slightly,
and her mental screams gained new terror as her paralyzed body began to
take on a plastic look.  Her moans of horror slowly faded and then stopped,
as her face slowly shifted from the look of fear and shock she had been
frozen in since she fell to a vapid look of sexual anticipation, her now
perfectly red lips curved into an inviting "o", waiting for a cock to be
inserted between them.  Beneath her t-shirt Sandy's breasts - medium-sized
and firm - perked up even more, expanding slightly as her nipples hardened
into their permanently aroused state.

   Finally, after a few moments, the teen's transformation was complete. 
She lay on the floor, a cute, blond plastic sex doll, dressed up in shorts
and a tank top.  Her glassy eyes stared into space as she lay there,
waiting to be used.  The only indication was that she was somehow not just
a surprisingly lifelike doll of a sexy teenager was the wet stain that was
spreading through the crotch of her shorts.

   <Oh god...> Sandy wailed silently <Oh please...my nipple and my pussy
ache...please...someone please help me...oh god please Karen don't leave me
like this please please please...please find someone to fondle me! 
Please...I can't take it...please find someone to lick me or shove a cock
into me...anyone...oh god PLEASE!!!>

   Candy lay on the floor sobbing and moaning as she listened to her sister
grow more and more frantic in her new body, overwhelmed with lust that she
could do nothing to satisfy.

   Karen giggled, her own body taught with arousal as she looked down at
the twins.  She needed some relief soon herself, but first, just a bit more
torment for her toys...

   "Candy," Karen said with an evil grin, "I think your sister needs some
help.  Why don't you strip our little toy and see what her new plastic
pussy tastes like."

   Candy let out something between a moan and a shriek and crawled away
from Sandy, trembling in horror.

   <NO!  CANDY WON'T!  CANDY C-CAN'T>

   Candy grabbed her stomach and doubled over in pain at the fury and
displeasure emanating from Karen at her disobedience.  But still she
resisted, mentally sobbing <NO!> over and over.

   After a moment, Karen (clearly quite angry with the blond girl) knelt
with another of her dark smiles.

   "OK, Candy...you don't have to..."

   Candy sobbed and looked up at her mistress with relief and confusion.

   "Instead, why don't we see if Sandy would do it if I were to
say...switch your minds into each other's bodies.  Which I can...I can make
you switch whenever I want to, and you'll be just like you are except Sandy
will be in your body with all of it's rules and you'll be in Sandy's sex
doll body.

   "What do you say, Sandy?  Will you obey me if I switch you with your
sister."

   <OH GOD YES PLEASE!  I'LL DO ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING!!  PLEASE JUST
LET ME OUT OR LET ME CUM OR LET ME BE FUCKED!!  PLEASE PUT THAT LITTLE SLUT
IN HERE AND LET ME BE HER!!!>

   Candy let out a wail of fear that was suddenly cut off as Karen's eyes
glittered.  Sandy drew a deep shuddering breath as she found that all of a
sudden she could move again, and though she was aroused, it was nowhere
near the maddening arousal that she felt in the sex-doll body.

   Now Candy's body.

   <oh god...oh no I...oh Sandy...oh GOD!!  OH PLEASE!!  OH GOD I NEED TO
BE USED!!!  SOMEONE PLEASE USE ME PLEASE PLEASE!!>

   Sandy looked up at Karen, her mistress, and then let out an animalistic
sound of lust, disgust, fear, and excitement.  She leapt forward in her
sister's former body, and began fumbling at the clothing on the silent sex
doll.  After a few moments, she ripped the tank top off and yanked the
shorts down.  She stared for a half second at her own body, transformed
into the perfect latex girl.  Her lovely breasts were now perky and
perfect, her pink nipples crinkled to eternal hardness.  Her pussy dribbled
wetness, shaved clean except for a small blond tuft above her clit.

   With a sob, Sandy dropped her mouth to her own former pussy, and began
to slurp frantically at it, tasting her own wetness and the strange flavor
and texture of her latex cunt.

   <Oh god...Sandy finds this so gross...licking Sandy's own pussy with
Sandy's sister feeling it all...ohh...mistress...Sandy hates this but Sandy
is so happy you are pleased....>

   Sandy licked wetly at the sex doll's pussy while her own hand snaked
inside Candace's shorts.  She gasped as her fingers touched her pussy, and
she began to stroke herself, moaning and squealing.

   Candy, meanwhile, had been reduced to a wordless mental shriek of
pleasure as her sister licked her plastic cunt.  Her orgasm waxed and waned
slightly, but seemed as though it would last as long as someone was using
her toy-body.

   Karen shut of the sounds of the twins minds in the throes of horrified,
disgusted passion.  As she did so, she suddenly realized that there was
another sound in the room, and she turned back to the huge-breasted Diane
on the couch.

   The girl sat with her legs spread, gasping out another quiet, squeaking
orgasm.  It was obvious from the wet stain on the cushions that she had had
a number of them while watching Karen's manipulations of the twins.  Her
huge tits glistened with saliva and pussy juice, and her fingers wetly
thrust in and out of her pussy as her orgasm began to wind down.  Her
blissful expression transformed to one of horror as her intellect returned
to her once again for a few moments, and a new stream of tears rolled down
her already wet cheeks.

   Karen smiled at her.

   Trembling with arousal, the slender chinese girl slid her jeans and her
soaked panties off, exposing her very wet pussy, covered in a fine layer of
downy black fur.  Her stomach knotted in anticipation as she lay on the
floor and pulled her small legs apart exposing the wet folds of her pussy.
She looked up at the horrified Diane, and relished the thought that she was
completely aware for what was going to happen next.

   "Crawl over here and lick me until I tell you to stop," she whispered to
her formerly innocent friend.

   Diane let out a choked sob as she slid off of the wet couch and crawled
over to the small asian girl.  Her huge breasts dangled from her small
body, her dark nipples brushing the carpet and sending shivers through her.

   Whimpering slightly, Diane knelt over the chinese girl's spread thighs.
Karen watched with glee as the Diane tearfully leaned in to her former
friend's pussy, and let out a small gasp as she felt Diane's warm breath
between her legs.

   Diane leaned in and stroked her tongue over Karen's wet cunt with
another sob.

   Karen's body jerked at the glorious sensation of the first girl's tongue
to ever touch her pussy...the first tongue to lick he there, period, in
fact.  In moments, she was cumming, once again with just the faintest of
squeaking gasps, her hips thrusting rapidly at the increasingly
enthusiastic Diane's tongue.

   After what seemed like days, Karen finally told Diane to stop, pulling
herself away from the vapidly smiling latina girl, currently in between
orgasms of her own.  For the first few moments Karen lay on the ground
shivering and gasping.  Before today, she'd had two guilt-ridden orgasms in
her life, from playing with herself in the bathtub.  She'd just had at
least 10...she'd lost count somewhere along the way in her sobbing bliss
under the enthusiastic ministrations of Diane's tongue.  Her pussy tingled
and throbbed even now from the unbelievable pleasure of it all.

   Finally, she rolled over and sat up, her small nipples still rock hard
under her t-shirt, and pulled her shaky legs underneath her, then looked
around the room.  She'd gotten a little excited while Diane was licking her
and had started gasping out fantasies while she came...

   Diane looked up at her with a miserable expression, having just come. 
The small bells dangling from her large nipples jingled quietly as she
breathed, and the studs in the girl's tongue...Karen shivered just thinking
about how good those had felt when Diane started licking her after Karen
had added them.  Even in her humiliated and aware state, Diane's fingers
still slid wetly over her now permanently bare pussy, glistening from her
juices.  Juices that would now cause anyone who smelled them to go crazy
for Diane.  She certainly wouldn't be a virgin for much longer.

   Karen's eyes drifted over to the sisters.  Sandy's doll-body (still with
Candy's mind) hadn't changed much, except for the small control panel in
her side and the little remote control lying next to her.  All sorts of fun
functions there...she could control her arousal and wetness, the size of
her breasts, plus fun vibrations in her mouth and pussy...all sorts of fun!
She could even turn her off entirely if she felt like it.

   Then she looked at Candy's body, while the sobbing Sandy still used it
to lick her own doll pussy, her sister's mind shrieking in pleasure.  She
had a slight pang of regret, as what she had done would complicate dealing
with her a little.  Still, she did get another thrill of pleasure from
looking at her...

   Candy's formerly medium-sized tits were now monstrous, making even
Diane's look small.  They dangled to the ground, clearly natural though
permanently firm.  She would clearly have trouble even walking with them,
let alone doing anything else that required her to stay upright.  Through
each of her absurdly large red nipples was a large gold ring.

   Karen stood, shakily, and wandered around to look at Candy's rear,
ordering Sandy to stop playing with herself, which the girl did with a
disappointed sob.  Candy's cute feet, splayed behind her body, had an odd
curvature - they would forever be unable to straighten, allowing her to
walk in only very high heels (or crawl, allowing her intensely sensitive
nipples to drag along the floor).

   Her shapely ass now had emblazoned on it in bright red cartoony letters
"FUCK TOY".  Kneeling down, Karen shivered with mixed disgust and arousal
as she spread the girl's ass cheeks apart, yielding a whimper from Sandy.
Her tight pink asshole was clean...and slick with the juices that dribbled
out of it.  Tense with excitement at the wrongness of it all, Karen slid
one slender finger into the tight hole.  Sandy now squealed in pleasure as
Karen's finger slid wetly into her tight ass...which lubricated as heavily
as her perpetually wet pussy - tight and slippery.

   With tense excitement, Karen slipped her finger out of Candy/Sandy's
ass, and slid it between her legs, feeling the downy patch of fur between
her legs.  Karen knelt down, smelling the wonderful smell of the blond
cunt, dripping in front of her.

   That wasn't her goal however.  Instead, she reached around and began to
stroke, hard, on the mound just above Candy's clit.  Candy let out a loud
grunt, and her hips began to thrust.  Just a bit at first, but then more
rapidly, looking like a dog in heat.  As Karen watched with joy, Candy's
clit began to expand.  After a few moments, it jutted out to an inch, then
two, then four...

   Finally, dangling between Sandy/Candy's legs was a large, pink cock. 
Not quite a human cock - it glistened with wetness and was smooth and soft,
as her clit had been.  But the tip clearly dribbled with pre-cum, as did
the now wetter slit behind it.

   Karen stared in fascination at the strange creature she'd created, still
sobbing as she licked the sex doll's pussy, albeit now with an odd, low
moaning sound.

   "Stop licking her," whispered Karen excitedly, "and switch places
again."

   With a violent shudder, Sandy and Candy switched again as Candy pulled
her mouth from the doll's wet cunt.  She barely had time to be disgusted at
the taste of her sister's pussy in her mouth before another wave of
overwhelming pleasure slammed into her from her old body.  Which felt so
horribly strange.  She let out a strangled moan as her eyes went wide with
sensation.

   Karen grinned at the girl's horror at her new body.  She reached down
and stroked the smooth wet cock between her legs.

   "What do you say for your Mistress, huh Candy?  What do you say?!"

   Candy turned to look at the smaller chinese girl in horror with eyes
bloodshot from crying, the crazy pleasure from between her legs like
nothing she could even describe.  She pulled herself up so that only her
nipples dangled against the carpet and opened her drooling mouth.

   "MOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  MOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

   The strange teen sex-creature began mooing loudly, sounding like a very
feminine cow, as Karen stroked her huge dangling cock.  Surprise and
pleasure mixed on her face - she had been so overwhelmed with lust in the
sex doll's body that she hadn't heard any of what Karen had done to hers.

   In addition to the physical changes, Karen had also, in the throes of a
fantasy-filled orgasm, given orders that her new body would make fun sounds
when excited.  When someone was using her pussy, she would bark like a dog
and howl during orgasms.  When someone was fucking her wet, tight asshole,
she would squeal like a little piglet.

   And when her nice clit-cock was extended, she would moo like a cow while
she was being milked.

   As Candy mooed loudly while Karen stroked her cock, there was a sudden
whuffing noise from the other end of the room.  Karen looked up in surprise
to see the Irish Setter that she knew to formerly be her friend Sarah.  The
dog's pussy was dripping cum, matting the pretty red fur of her back legs.

   Sarah stared with an expression of horror at the tableau in front of
her, or as much horror as she could muster on her happy dog's muzzle.

   Karen leaned forward whispered to Candy, "Fuck your sister's doll mouth
until you cum, little cow."

   Broken, and aching for release from the ache in her new cock, Candy
crawled forward shivering as her nipples dragged over the carpet and her
sister's rubber body.  Finally her large dangling cock slid up to the
opening of Sandy's mouth and Candy thrust it into the hole with a loud moo
of pleasure.  She ignored her sister's mental sobs of disgust as she began
thrusting her cock in and out of the soft "o" of her rubber lips, mooing
loudly in pleasure.

   Karen stood and started to walk towards the pretty dog with a smile. 
However, Sarah, somewhat rational as her heat had diminished (for now)
after a few orgasms, realized Karen must somehow be responsible for what
she was seeing...and maybe for turning her into a dog.  Sarah's teeth
bared, and she let out a low menacing growl.

   Stopping, Karen thought quickly of how best to handle this - Sarah was
actually bigger than her, and could be dangerous as a dog, to boot.  With a
smile, she realized it was somewhat obvious.  In the voice of an owner
talking cutely to her beloved pet, Karen bent over and said:

   "Oh Sarah, you're just a perfectly friendly, obedient little dog, yes
you are..."

   Sarah stared at her and continued growling.  Karen clearly knew it was
her...but she'd be damned if she'd let the girl do anything more to her...

   "Sit!"

   What?  She'd do no such...Sarah suddenly stopped growling in surprise as
she realized that she'd plopped down onto her haunches at Karen's command.
She tried to get up, but she couldn't make herself do it.  With a whine of
confusion, she looked up at the small, grinning girl in dismay.

   "Yes, what a good girl!" Karen said, in that happy sing-song voice, "and
no matter what your brain is thinking, your pretty little doggy body just
*loves* your owner Karen, yes it sure does!  And even better, Karen can
hear your thoughts, just like her other two toys."

   A sudden wave of happiness at her owner (...no, not her owner...Karen!)
at her owner Karen's voice washed over her.  She still felt horrified and
disgusted and anger...and yet her tail was wagging happily and her tongue
lolling out as Karen walked towards her and scratched her soft fur behind
her ears.  Almost physical pleasure filled her as her owner touched
her...not like the sexual pleasure of before, but a warm, happy feeling.

   <God, no...I-I don't want to love you!  You're not my owner, you bitch!>

   Karen laughed, and to Sarah's horror she realized that Karen had somehow
heard her.

   "A bitch am I?  Seems a little funny, you calling me that.  Still,"
Karen grinned evilly, "can't let you get away with that one, can I.  What
shall your punishment be..."

   Karen thought for a moment, carefully phrasing her words in her head
before she said them.

   "OK, well...Sarah's not such a good doggie name, is it?  So, your name
is Muffy, isn't it, little Muffy?  Who's a good little Muffy-dog?"

   Muffy began panting at hearing Karen say her name, even as her mind
reeled in horror.  Her name wasn't Muffy...it was Muffy!  Oh god, no it was
Muffy!  She whined, as she thought back...she remembered that her name used
to be Sarah, but now it felt as foreign to her as if it was just some
person she'd met once.  She was Muffy.

   "*And*," Karen continued, "whenever you hear the words 'dumb doggy',
that's what you become...you are just a little bit smarter than the average
dog (so that I can hear your thoughts as words, mostly) until you hear
someone say 'smart doggy' and you can think again."

   Muffy looked up at Karen with a happy expression that belied her horror.

   <Oh god, no...please this can't be happening!  Please Karen, I'm sorry,
turn me back, don't make me...>

   "Shush my little dumb doggy..."

   <Please don't um...uh...happy!  Frightened!  Happy Muffy!  Muffy love
owner!  Love love love love happy happy...Muffy pussy tingly tingly...>

   Karen giggled at the simple thoughts of her former friend and looked
down between the legs of the happy, panting dog, and saw that her pussy was
red as Loki's cum continued to ooze out of her.

   "Lick your pussy, Muffy.  Clean that cum out and make yourself cum,
too."

   Muffy didn't really understand all the words her owner was saying, but
somehow the meaning of her command got through to her...not that she needed
much commanding, it sounded like such a great idea!  Obediently she lowered
her muzzle to her cum-filled pussy and began to lick happily at her self,
small barks and whimpers accompanying her happy thoughts.

   "Yum!  Salty salty salty yum ohhh feel good salty good pussy salty good
good good good good goodgoodgoodgoodgoodgoodgoodgoodgoodgoodgoodgood
GOODDOGGYGOODMUFFYGOODDOGGYGOOD!!!"

   After a few moments, Muffy was whining loudly in her doggy orgasm. 
Karen watched, feeling her body get hot again knowing that the pretty dog
in front of her was once her tall, gorgeous friend Sarah.  Maybe she'd test
out Candy's new cock - the girl had mooed loudly a few moments ago as she
came into her sister's mouth, but she would remain hard until she was
massaged just right to put her dangling cock away.  With a smile Karen
glanced up.

   And froze in horror when she saw the clock.
11:47.

   Oh god, almost midnight!

   With panic, Karen realized that at midnight, her ability to make new
changes would be lost, and she was pretty sure that all the strange things
that had happened would get noticed...

   Looking around she thought frantically about what she could do to make
sure she got to keep playing with her toys...and maybe even do a few more
nasty things in the meantime.

   Suddenly, inspiration blossomed along with another evil grin.

   "Good thing that...I know all the loose ends I need to tie up..."

   As all of those loose ends began to tumble into her head, starting with
Candy and Sandy's parents and brother, Karen sat and began playing with
herself, describing the way the world was and always would be for her
friends to hear, in their various states of awareness, enjoying their mixed
reactions of horror and pleasure.

   A few seconds after midnight, Karen smiled and finally let herself cum,
her small body shuddering with pleasure.



   "Kids!  We're home!"

   Lauren walked in the door of her house.  She quickly wiped the tears
from her red-rimmed eyes, hoping her kids wouldn't notice she'd been
clearly crying on the flight home.  Although she realized it was pointless,
since they were awfully likely to notice the other changes.

   The romantic getaway had been fine for the first few days, she and Tom
having nice walks along the mexican beach, romantic dinners...even some
good sex.  But then, during the weekend, things had turned weird.

   Late Saturday night, they'd walked by a strip club on their way home
from the downtown meal they'd eaten, and Tom got a strange look on his
face.

   "Want to go in?" he'd said to his small, but still very pretty wife of
38.  The slender woman (a blond former cheerleader like her daughter), had
looked at him in shock - she was pretty sure he'd never been in one before,
and the thought should have horrified her.

   And yet...she found herself strangely excited by the idea.  Confused,
she had nodded and they'd gone in.

   The place had been fairly crowded, and the rough looking men all stared
at the proper american couple who had come in, Tom in a suit and Lauren in
a black dress from their fancy dinner.

   She looked at Tom in nervousness, about to open her mouth and suggest
they leave, and then saw him staring at the stage.  She turned to look at
what he was viewing so hungrily, and a burning jealousy suddenly filled
her.

   The two women dancing there were beautiful, with long dark hair.  The
dark skin of the two women - one black, one hispanic - glistened with sweat
as they spun and twirled on the pole while men hooted and whistled.  They
both had impossibly large breasts - clearly fake, but pretty and firm, that
they dangled in front of the men, the black girl's piercings glittering in
the light.

   Lauren felt sick at the sight of it - she'd always been very
straight-laced, and this was far more than she thought she could handle -
but Tom was clearly enraptured by the dancers as he wandered to a table and
sat down.  She followed, a knot of anger and...something else in her
stomach as she looked at him and at the girls on the stage.

   They sat for a few minutes till the dance was over, and then another
cute mexican girl with large fake breasts took the stage.  Tom continued
staring at her while Lauren sat, miserable, noticing the looks they were
getting and desperately wanting Tom to look at her.  Why wouldn't he look
at her?  Why did he stare at those strippers instead of her...?

   Finally, as the song ended and the stripper flounced of the stage -
Tom's eyes watching her the whole time - Lauren let out something between a
sob and a growl.  Some strange urge pushed her to do it - she was horrified
at herself - but she jumped up and clambered up on the stage.

   The room suddenly went silent.  Lauren stood on stage, her blond hair
flowing over her shoulders, her tight black dress hugging her slim, shapely
body.

   Tom stared at her in shock...and something else.

   Trembling Lauren got ready to get off the stage, but suddenly, the
thumping base of one of the stripping songs began to thunder through the
room, shockingly loud in the quiet.  She let out a small moan...for some
reason, the sound seemed to travel straight to her privates and her
nipples.

   She was getting excited.

   With a cry of disbelief at what she was doing, she began to sway her
hips to the music.  Sexily, she started to rub her body through her dress,
moving in ways she'd never moved before.  She moved to the pole and rubbed
her body on it, feeling the warm metal between her legs.

   Faster she went now, lost in her own excitement.  She bent toward the
crowd - now growing louder - and slid her dress up, then pulled her lacy
panties down.  She could feel as they peeled away from her pussy that they
were drenched.

   The men in the room were shouting in spanish now, but she was lost in a
strange, excited daze as she unzipped the back of he dress slowly, and then
looked at Tom as she let it fall, revealing her smallish breasts.  He was
staring at her hungrily, though there was something else in his eyes that
bothered her.

   Still, she was incredibly excited as men threw money towards her, and
she let the dress slip to the floor, exposing her blond fur between her
legs.  Trembling in fear and excitement, she spun to the pole and began to
slid up and down it, feeling the metal rubbing against her clit, sliding
wetly between her legs and sending bolts of pleasure through her body...

   Suddenly, she realized that she'd been screaming in orgasm for several
minutes while the men in the audience cheered wildly.  Coming down from the
overwhelming pleasure she had felt, her face began to burn with humiliation
at what she'd done.

   Shaking, she bent and grabbed her dress, pulling away from the hands
that reached out to touch her.  Tom grabbed her as she pulled her dress
awkwardly over her head, and the sped past the surprised looking owner, who
seemed about to say something to her, into the night.

   Neither of them spoke as they walked swiftly back to the hotel.  Tears
rolled down Lauren's cheeks.  What had she done?  She couldn't believe she
had...done that...on stage...like a stripper!  Tom must be disgusted with
her, horrified.

   They walked quietly into their room, Lauren trying to hide her tears
from her husband.  When they walked in, however, he grabbed her so suddenly
that she yelped in surprise.  She only had the briefest glimpse of the
hunger in his eyes before he spun her around and threw her over the bed,
and plunged his suddenly freed cock into her still drenched pussy.

   She screamed in an almost instant orgasm as he thrust into her, then
moments later exploded into a second.  She hated being taken from behind as
it seemed dirty, but for some reason, right now it felt like the best
position she could have imagined, her long legs spread standing on the
floor while Tom fucked her from the rear, grunting.

   It was what she deserved for what she had done.  She was a dirty
stripper slut.

   As that thought passed through her mind, she came for the third time and
felt Tom's warm cum spray inside her as he let out a loud groan.  Spent,
they collapsed to the bed, and lay there.  Lauren shivered quietly as she
drifted off to sleep, feeling the cum dribbling down her thighs.

   The next day, they had barely spoken a word at breakfast.  And for the
rest of the day she had avoided him, first spending several hours in the
gym, and then hiding in their room, crying to herself until she fell asleep
on the bed.

   It wasn't until she had awoken after dark that she realized he had never
come up to find her, and it was well after dinner.  Frightened at first,
she had searched through the resort, looking everywhere she could think of
that he might have gone.  After an hour, though, a sudden burst of
intuition struck her, forming a knot in her stomach.

   The cabby had protested dropping her off a the strip club, speaking
quickly in spanish.  Though she could get the gist of it ("what would a
nice woman like you want with a place like this?"), she quickly got out of
the car and slipped through the door.

   The smell of smoke and sweat and tequila washed over her in the pounding
base of the club's music.  The smells brought back the fear and disgust
from the night before...and with it the arousal, and the unexplainable (and
unforgivable) excitement she had felt.

   She stepped to the side of the doorway into the shadows and searched the
room...and found Tom.  Sitting at a table quite close to the stage. 
Staring rapt at the girl dancing at the center pole.  She was tiny, with
impossibly large breasts dangling from her chest.  Though they looked
surprisingly natural, her slender body could clearly not have developed
those DDs-or-better on its own.  Even Lauren's own moderate B-cups might
have looked large on the girl.

   As she gyrated, Tom's eyes never left her.  To her right, a far more
stunning woman danced, drawing much of the attention in the room.  Tall and
sleek, with firm C-cups, the woman spun gracefully around the stage, her
dark hair trailing behind her.  On the other end of the stage, a striking
black woman danced, with obsidian skin that was flawless, stretched tight
over toned body.  Her perky breasts pointed upward, a flash of gold showing
the ringed piercing in one dark nipple.

   And yet Tom's eyes never once left the huge-breasted girl in the middle.
It was pretty clear what he was looking for in a woman.

   Lauren's hand flew to her mouth as she choked back a sob.  It didn't
make sense.  Tom had *never* liked large breasts...and he'd always loved
Lauren's body.  She'd worked hard to keep herself in shape and knew she was
sexy...her breasts were small, but still amazingly firm for a woman her
age. And this trip had been so wonderful until they'd been drawn into this
place, last night, just before midnight...

   "You dance very well."

   Lauren jumped with a squawk at the sudden voice next to her.  She looked
down to see the remarkably short club owner looking up at her with a small
smile.  He handed her a napkin which she used to wipe away her tears as he
looked at Tom, still staring at the girl on stage.

   "It seems that your husband...he likes the big pechos, yes?"

   Lauren looked at him again in confusion, then looked down as he saw his
eyes flick to her chest with a grin.  Blushing furiously, she crossed her
arms over her breasts and swallowed.  The man's grin widened.

   "You know," he whispered, "if you like...I can help you to get his
attention, your husband.  I have...a special doctor who works for me.  He
does big pechos like no one in the world.  Quick, no pain, nothing."

   Lauren stared at him, at first not comprehending what he was saying. 
Then, in shock she looked down again at her crossed arms and up at the
smiling man in front of her, eyes wide in shock.

   "Are you suggesting I get a...a boob job?" she rasped out.

   Again, his grin flashed wider in the strobing light.

   Lauren wanted to slap him for such a disgusting, horrible suggestion. 
To suggest that she, Lauren Collins, should get a boob job like a common
hussy...like some, some stripper, just so that her husband would love her
again and look at her huge, jiggling...

   "Wh-what do I do?"

   She stood, shocked at the words that had just come out of her mouth. 
She wanted to take them back, but every time she tried, the knot in her
stomach seemed to grow tighter and tighter.  She had to make Tom notice her
again...she needed him to look at her...

   The small man handed her a piece of paper with a sum of money written on
it.  A large sum.  Although one she could pay if she needed to.

   "Come back to here tomorrow morning with this.  I will call him, he will
work here.  You will stay for the day.  When your husband sees you next..."

   He glanced at Tom, still watching the huge breasted girl on stage.

   "...you will be the distraction for him."



   Lauren had gone back to their hotel room and feigned sleep when Tom came
home.  She bit her lip to keep from sobbing as she heard him slip into the
bathroom to jerk off rather than waking her, and suddenly realized that he
must have wanted her from behind last night so he could pretend she had
big...boobs.

   The next morning, while Tom was still snoring off the Tequila, Lauren
took a cab back to the club.  This cabbie didn't try to warn her off, but
instead gave her a smile that made her feel dirty all over as she stepped
out of the car.

   Once inside the silent club, the owner led her to a door behind the
curtains, and through it past the curtained rooms lining a narrow hallway
(which Lauren pointedly avoided looking into).

   Through another door, and Lauren found herself in what was obviously the
girls' dressing room.  The room was draped with clothing both mundane and
risque, some of it so risque that Lauren looked away with a blush, only to
find the small man grinning at her once again, his hand on a door marked
"Nurse Station - Emergencies Only".

   As she stepped through the door, she found herself in a room completely
incongruous with the rest of the building.  Thought somewhat dirty, it was
clearly a doctor's exam room, complete with a bed covered in white paper.
It was filled with notes and assorted strange implements, including piles
of pills and assorted other items.

   Turning as they entered was a wiry man who pushed his wire-frame glasses
up his nose as he looked at them.  He looked like he might have been a
resident at any sufficiently well-off hospital in the US, once.  Now his
sandy blond hair was disheveled and his lab coat as smudged as his glasses.
He had what was probably a perpetual scratchy beard of a few days' growth,
and he reeked of alcohol.  At first Lauren thought he must be drunk, and
then realized that he was probably sober, which was the much more abnormal
state for him.

   He favored her with a grin that made her feel even dirtier than the cab
driver's had.

   "Hmm...pretty, Juan.  She's a little older than most of the girls, but
pretty."

   Lauren wanted to turn and run, but the thought of Tom staring at that
girl's breasts kept her rooted to the spot.

   The owner (Juan, apparently) cleared his throat.

   "She is not going to be a dancer...she is paying instead for your
special treatment."

   With a pointed look, the owner glanced at Lauren's bag.  Trembling, she
reached in and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills that she had picked
up from the bank on her way.  The scraggly doctor's eyes widened and he
licked his lips.

   "Well, that's um...that's great then, Juan.  And I assume you've already
told her about..."

   "What sizeable pechos she will get, si, si!" the smaller man said,
grinning.  Lauren, lost in a cloud of self-loathing and excitement and
confusion missed the dangerous look the owner gave the doctor.  The doctor
opened his mouth as if to say something, then stopped and smiled nervously,
looking from Juan to Lauren.

   "Well then...just um, climb up onto the table here, miss..."

   Automatically, mind still reeling at what she was doing, she responded
"Mrs.  Collins.  Lauren.  It won't um...there's no surgery, right?  It's
fast?"

   The doctor nodded as he turned back to her with a swirling pinkish fluid
in a syringe.  Her eyes widened as they latched onto the needle, as though
it was a serpent swaying to strike.

   "No, nothing...just a little pinch.  And it's much more effective than
my earlier versions of the serum...acts faster with no more need for
anything but the one injection and almost no side..."

   A cough from Juan drew the doctor's attention.

   "Uh, right...um...the only thing is, uh miss...Mrs.  Collins...how big,
exactly do you want your...uh, you know..."

   Lauren opened her mouth but no noise came out.

   "Big big, she wants them, si?  So your husband will never notice another
girl again, no?"

   Dazed, Lauren just nodded.  She could still get up and leave...she had
to leave!  She couldn't really do...

   A sudden yelp and she looked down to see the doctor had expertly plunged
the needle into her slender arm.  She opened her mouth to tell him to stop
but before she could make herself speak the plunger slid down to nearly the
halfway point.

   "Oh god...oh god..." she whimpered.

   The doctor looked up at Juan with a slightly panicked expression.

   "More, I think, Doctor...Senora wants more..."

   "Juan, I don't..."

   At the small man's steely glare, the doctor, with a seemingly apologetic
glance up at the pretty woman looked down at the needle and pressed it down
till just a quarter of the original contents remained, then without another
word, he yanked it out of her arm, shooting a dark look at the club owner.
He then turned to carefully place the needle into a bucket.

   Lauren stared at the angry red spot on her arm, a roaring noise in her
ears.  Clearly this was silly...this couldn't possibly work...bigger
breasts from an injection?  Impossible.  What had she let them inject her
with?  What on earth was she thinking?  She didn't want big breasts, she
didn't want...

   "...llins?  Mrs.  Collins!"

   Blinking, Lauren looked up at the doctor.  He had clearly been speaking
to her for several seconds.  She swallowed.

   "Yes?" she said, hoarsely.

   "That's it...you're done.  You can go."

   Lauren stared at him for another moment, then let out a small panicked
giggle.  Flushed with embarrassment and fear, she stood too quickly and
found herself suddenly dizzy.  The doctor caught her, looking yet again as
though he wanted to say something to her, but then pulled his hands away
slowly and said only:

   "Careful...the chemicals may make you...woozy."

   Lauren nodded again and then stumbled from the room - the smells and the
light seemed to make her head spin.

   She stood for a few minutes, steadying herself in the hallway, then
looked up to find Juan smiling amiably at her.  Pulling herself upright,
she took a deep breath.

   "I...I think I'd better go."

   Juan nodded still smiling, and motioned her towards the door back to the
lounge.  Lauren began to walk slowly down the hallway.

   She made it as far as the girl's dressing rooms before another, much
more severe bout of dizziness overcame her, and she stumbled and fell to
the floor with a cry.  She felt Juan's hand's under her armpits and with
his help, she managed to half crawl, half stumble to the couch, this time
barely noticing the risque clothing as she fell on top of it gasping for
breath.

   "Wh-what's hap-pening to me?" she whimpered, panicked.

   "It is OK.  Sometimes is a side effect of the drugs...rest here for just
a little while, and I am sure you will be fine."

   Lauren lay for a few minutes, and though the room continued to spin, she
did indeed start to feel better.  Much better, in fact.  She felt
very...warm, and nice...

   She let out a small moan as a sudden pain blossomed in her small
breasts. The room was still spinning around her and her body felt warm all
over.  As another ripple of pain went through her, her hands flew to her
chest and she started to rub them.

   Then paused in horror as she realized Juan was still watching her.

   "Si, is OK...the doctor asked me to tell you...you should massage your
breasts if they hurt.  Please, do not mind me..."

   Lauren stared at him, aghast at the idea of massaging her breasts in
front of the small man, even though he had surely seen her naked on stage
the night before.  But then, through her haze, she looked down in surprise
to find that her hands were gently kneading her little boobs.

   It felt nice.  Quite nice, actually.

   "You like that, yes?  You like massaging your breasts.  It makes you
feel good to do this, si?"

   "Y-yes," Lauren gasped in surprise.  As he spoke, she found that she
*did* indeed like massaging her breasts.  It felt quite good.  Very good.

   "I think...yes, the doctor said you should keep doing that.  You may
wish to rub your nipples, too, I think."

   Lauren tried to think, something was wrong with all of this, but...she
let out a sudden cry as her fingers rubbed over her rock hard nipples.

   "What?" asked Juan, in seeming surprise, "Are you OK?"

   "Oh god!" Lauren said as her fingers rubbed her nipples through her
shirt, "I'm so *sensitive*!"

   "Uh-oh," Juan said, "Let me get the doctor..."

   Lauren let out another small cry as a jolt of pleasure went through her
from her small, hard nipples under her caressing fingers.  After a moment,
she heard Juan and the doctor speaking in the hall.  The doctor seemed to
be protesting something, but after a sharp word from Juan, he stepped
around the corner, a frown on his face.

   "M-Miss Collins, are you OK?"

   "Oh!  D-Doctor...," Lauren said with a small sob of pleasure and
embarassment, "my breasts and nipples are...oh!  very...sensitive..."

   Juan spoke from the doorway.

   "The doctor thinks you need to remove your top...the open air will make
you feel better.  Isn't that true, doctor?"

   "No," Lauren said in a small voice, feeling very warm and dizzy now, "I
don't want anyone to...to see me..."

   "Doctor?" Juan said, in a low voice.

   The doctor let out a small sigh, and then looked up at Lauren.  The
pretty middle-aged woman was gently massaging her small breasts, her small
nipples obviously hard beneath her shirt.

   "Yes, Mrs.  Collins, umm...you should take off your shirt...having your
br...," he glanced over his shoulder at a cough from Juan, "your tits
exposed to the air will make you feel *much* better."

   "Oh!  I d-don't like that w-word, Doctor..."

   "Sorry, ma'am...but you like the word *tits* don't you...you love
hearing your tits described as tits...it's OK to call them tits, right?"

   Lauren started to protest, but as she listened to the doctor's gentle
voice, she realized that she did, in fact, like hearing him talk about her
tits.  Her tits that she continued to rub.  Which felt nice, but...

   "...it makes you excited to hear someone talking about your tits.  Now,
Mrs.  Collins, why don't you show me your tits?  I need to see your tits to
make sure that your tits are reacting OK to the injection.  You'd like to
show your tits, wouldn't you?  You want me to see your tits..."

   With a small moan, Lauren suddenly realized that she needed to show the
doctor her tits.  Her eyes flicked to the ever-smiling Juan, but the urge
and the strange haze in her mind overwhelmed her embarrassment.  With
trembling hands she began fumbling at her blouse, having trouble with the
buttons, then finally ripping her shirt open, the buttons popping loose and
rolling on the floor.  With almost a cry of joy, she followed that with her
bra, letting her smallish breasts...tits spring free, her pink nipples
painfully hard.  She let out a gasp of surprise at the rush pleasure that
went through her as they were exposed.

   "Yes, uh...very nice, Mrs.  Collins," the doctor said, "You should
um...keep rubbing them now, especially your nipples.  You really like
stimulating your nipples, and that will um...help your tits feel even
better..."

   He started to get up as Lauren's hands went back to her breasts and she
let out another cry when her fingers began pinching her nipples...they were
*so* sensitive.  At another throat-clearing from Juan, the doctor turned to
her once more.

   "Oh, uh...yeah...when some of the girls get here, they'll help you
through this.  They um...some of them have had this treatment so you should
listen to whatever they tell you to do."

   Lauren nodded absently, distracted by the incredible sensations coming
from her tits now.  Her nipples had never been very sensitive, but now they
felt like little points of pleasure.  She didn't notice the small mewling
sounds she was making as she squished and fondled her exposed tits with
abandon.  She lifted her feet to the couch, her legs spread beneath her
skirt as she gasped and kneaded her tits.  As if from far away, she heard
the doctor and Juan talking.

   "I'm serious, Juan...there's a reason why I never let you keep the girls
here while the serum was working.  The poor woman is *incredibly*
suggestible right now.  What we just did to her will be bad enough for a
woman like her."

   "Si, si!  I will take care of her till she is finished!"

   "I mean it!  I want your word you won't so much as touch her.  Just
leave her be and let the girls deal with her...they know how strong this
stuff is.  Your word...or this is the last you get of the serum, my debt be
damned."

   Juan looked surprised at the vehemence of the bookish man.

   "Si, I give you my word.  I will let the girls take care of her when
they arrive.  I will leave her here."

   "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"

   They both turned back in surprise to Lauren who had started chirping
loudly, a stunned smile on her face as she suddenly came from rubbing her
nipples.  Her small body was jerking in an obviously intense orgasm.  After
a few moments, she slowed down and squeezed her eyes closed, a horrified
look on her face, though her hands never stopped kneading her tits.  After
a short time, she began to gasp and whimper again.

   The Doctor turned and stormed towards the exit in the back, his face
burning with shame.  Neither he nor the preoccupied Lauren saw Juan's face
tilt upward to the girls' dressing-room camera, perfectly trained on the
housewife on the couch, playing with her tits, her skirted legs spread wide
exposing her white panties.

   Juan grinned.

   Lauren slowly became aware of the womens' voices in the room.  She
didn't know how long she'd been there, fondling her tits and cumming over
and over again.  Gasping, mouth dry, she slowly opened her eyes.

   Her stomach knotted as she realized that four or five of the strippers
were standing in the room with her, whispering and giggling and pointing at
her.  A strange combination of self-loathing and arousal went through her,
as she realized that she was simultaneously disgusted and excited by the
women looking at her tits, cupped in her small hands.

   Blinking, Lauren looked down in surprise and drew in a shuddering
breath. Looking very large in her slender hands were two full C-cup
breasts. She stared at them in shock, watching as hands that felt as though
they were someone else's hefted them, and drew small thumbs over larger,
darker nipples, eliciting a gasping, yelp of pleasure from her.

   "Oh my god!" she moaned.  She couldn't decide whether she was pleased or
horrified.

   Licking her dry lips, she looked up.  The girls in front of her smiled
and continued to giggle.  Her eyes wandered to the sound of a male voice,
and she saw Juan talking quickly with a naked woman...clearly one of the
strippers, although with by far the smallest breasts of all the girls here.
She was pretty, with a somewhat severe expression.

   At Lauren's cry, she and Juan both turned to look at her.  She felt a
thrill of pleasure/disgust at Juan's clearly appreciative look at her
breast.  Both he and the slender woman grinned at her.

   "W-water..." Lauren stammered out.

   The woman looked back at Juan and said something in spanish, then strode
to the dressing-room table, grabbing a cup.  She walked over to Lauren with
the cup and knelt between Lauren's splayed legs.

   "Here," the woman said in a thick spanish accent, "is water..."

   Lauren gulped gratefully at the wonderful cool liquid, then squawked in
protest as the woman held the cup to high and the water gushed down
Lauren's chest.  She shivered as she felt the water running between her
new, larger breasts, and then soak through her skirt and panties.  It felt
very good.

   "Oh," the woman said, in a clearly unapologetic voice had Lauren been in
any state to recognize it, "so sorry...here, we should help you with dry.
Girls, take nice lady's clothes to dry."

   Lauren's eyes widened as three of the giggling strippers closed on her.
She protested weakly as they began to pull at her skirt and panties, and
then with a loud sob as one of them pulled her hand away from her tit.  She
struggled to bring her hand back to caress her nipple, but the smaller
woman held her arm tightly.

   "OH!"

   Lauren let out a yell of surprise as the girl who was holding her arm
reached out and stroked her nipple, then rolled it between her fingers.

   "No," Lauren sobbed, unconvincingly, "don't..."

   "Is OK," the slender woman cooed, "you will like if Nadia plays with
your titties. She will make your titties feel good.  She has same big
titties like you."

   Lauren continued to protest, but more feebly, as the small girl with the
startlingly large breasts continued to stroke her nipples.  It felt so
*good*.

   The girls quickly pulled Lauren's skirt and panties off, while she was
in too much bliss to protest, and then slipped off her blouse and bra as
well.  They turned her till she was laying down on the couch, one leg on
the floor, one elevated.  Lauren was gasping at the pleasure she felt from
the small girl fondling her tits.

   "That's right," the woman cooed, "lay back and relax...we take care of
you, poor thing.  Let us watch you.  You like being watched."

   Lauren lay on the couch gasping, while the small girl continued to
fondle her.  Some part of her new it was wrong to let another woman touch
her like this, but it felt...so...wonderful.

   The english-speaking woman said something in spanish to the girl, while
the others stood around watching.  One of them giggled, but then stopped
when the woman flashed her a dark look.  Lauren wanted to cover
herself...and yet didn't.

   "Nadia must get into a more comfortable position for her to help your
titties.  Is OK, yes?"

   Lauren moaned in response.  She wanted to protest the new word the woman
was using to describe her tits, but couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

   Suddenly, the girl who was playing with her nipples (and she was so
close to cumming!) swung a leg over Lauren's head.  Lauren let out a
yelping sob and tried to turn away as the girl positioned her bare,
black-furred pussy directly over Lauren's face!

   "N-No!" Lauren yelled, wanting to pull away from the disgusting sight of
another girl's pussy inches from her face, "please I I AH!  AH!  AH!!"

   Suddenly Lauren began cumming as Nadia expertly stroked her hard
nipples. The smell of Nadia's (now clearly quite aroused) pussy filled her
nostrils as she gasped in an even more powerful orgasm than before, her
loud chirps eliciting another stream of giggles from the girls watching
her.

   As she came down for a moment, she began to sob.

   "Please...please move...I don't want to see ohhhh...."

   Lauren's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Nadia began fondling her tits
even more enthusiastically.  Nadia remained perched above Lauren's face,
careful not to lower herself onto the woman's mouth.  However, a small
slick stream from her very wet pussy began to dribble onto Lauren's chin.

   The slender woman, meanwhile, was speaking into Lauren's ear.

   "See?  Nadia knows how to help you.  She will make your titties feel
good.  Sindy and Peni will help her in minute, too.  Your poor titties. 
They will be very big soon...you will find then disgusting, no?  Your huge,
sensitive titties.  All you will be is your titties.  Men will only see
your titties and not you...you will be only as much as your disgusting,
huge titties.  You will have to show them to make men want you, si?"

   Lauren was gasping and sobbing, moaning "no no no" over and over as she
approached and then fell into another screaming orgasm while the woman
whispered into her ear.  Nadia's pussy continued to drip onto her chin, and
as she came, some of the salty liquid dribbled into her mouth, but she was
too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything but lick it off of her lips.

   As she came down, she started to beg them to let her up, but suddenly,
she felt first one pair of soft lips, and then another wrap themselves
around her nipples, and with a scream before she could even protest, she
started coming again.  And again.

   And all the while, the woman continued to whisper in her ear...



   Lauren woke, suddenly.  The girls were moving around her, and she could
hear music playing in the background.  She didn't know how long she'd been
sleeping...she must have passed out after what had seemed like hours of
cumming and cumming and cumming from her titties being sucked and caressed.

   Her titties.

   She looked down and let out a strangled sob.

   Dangling from her small chest were two *massive* titties.  She'd never
seen anything like them.  They were obviously impossible, yet obviously
natural, with a dangling heft that boob jobs couldn't give.  Atop each was
a huge, dark, engorged nipple.

   Before she could break down in sobs, however, two of the girls grabbed
her and began hauling her to her feet.  As they pulled her up, her huge
tits rolled and flopped, pulling her off balance.  They dangled down to her
smooth stomach.  All she could do was stare at them as she stumbled after
the girls, talking quickly in spanish.

   It wasn't until they reached the door to the hallway that she snapped
out of her reverie and pulled back with a wail.

   "No, wait, I can't...I'm *naked*...my huge titties!"

   "Si, si!" one of the girls said smiling as they pulled her forward,
"titties!  Dance...men like!"

   "No!" sobbed Lauren, but a shiver went through her body.  Why did she
have titties like this if not to be watched?

   Shaking with confusion and still unabated arousal, she followed the
girls through the door.  They maneuvered her into one of the side rooms,
where she found a table with a dancing pole surrounded by several
couches...occupied by a number of men.

   She let out a strangled noise and froze.  The men looked up and began to
speak excitedly in Spanish and point.

   It took her a moment to realize they were pointing at her.

   A rush of pleasure went through her, followed by disgust, then another
rush of pleasure.  Her huge titties...all the men wanted to see them...

   She realized the girls were leading her up onto the small table with the
pole.  She could barely muster a whimper of protest as she stood on the
table.  And froze again, in a sea of conflicting emotions.

   Fortunately, the two girls had instructions which they happily followed.
Lauren let out a gasp as they moved to either side of her small body (both
of them were taller than she was) and began to play with her huge tits.

   She stood, trembling, as the girls played with her, presenting her tits
to the now rapt men.  They began to sway to the music, and after a few
moments, Lauren followed suit.  As small hands played over her massive
mammaries, one of the girls poured oil over her huge tits, eliciting a
small cheer from the men.

   Suddenly, Lauren came, with her chirping wail.  The girls' hands sliding
slickly over her huge tits brought her to an explosive orgasm in front of
all the men in the room.

   After that, Lauren's memory became blurry.

   She remembered starting to dance rubbing her body up against the warm
metal of the pole.  At one point, she had been using her huge oiled titties
to slide up and down the pole like she was being tit-fucked, pulling and
twisting her nipples to make herself cum over and over while she did so.

   Though the men weren't allowed to touch, they seemed to be allowed to
touch themselves, and the girls had had several of the men jack off onto
Lauren's huge tits.  And though she had cried while doing it, she had found
herself licking the cum off of them, the taste of several men's cum in her
mouth, while the two girls sucked on her nipples, eliciting squeals of
orgasm while she slurped up the cum.

   And then...

   "L-Lauren!?"

   She'd turned in her dazed state from her position kneeling on the table,
her huge tits hanging over the edge almost to the floor while she licked
her lips and encouraged the guy jerking off his large cock on the couch in
front of her, to see Tom standing there, a shocked look on his face.

   "T-Tom?" she'd whimpered, her head starting to clear for the first time
in hours.

   At that moment, with a grunt the man in front of her had begun to cum,
spraying his stringy white goo all over her cheek, hair, and breasts.  And
to her shock and dismay, Lauren found herself cumming as well, just from
being sprayed with warm sticky cum.  After a few moments, her high-pitched
squeaks turned to sobs as she realized what she was doing...

   "Oh god, T-Tom...I c-couldn't stop...I...I don't know what's wrong with
me..."

   Tom walked around the table as she pulled herself slowly up to a
kneeling position.  His eyes were locked to her dangling, massive boobs.

   "Oh my god...Lauren...your breasts...'

   She choked back another sob, and yet shivered with pleasure at someone
staring at her best assets.

   "I just...I just wanted to have bigger titties so you'd like me.  Don't
you like my titties, Tom?"

   Tom stared at his small, formerly petite wife for a few moments, and
Lauren jiggled her huge tits, starting to feel sick from the fact that she
was worthless unless everyone...and especially Tom...loved her big tits.

   Then, with a strangled moan, Tom began to fumble with his pants, and
suddenly his cock sprang free in front of Lauren's face.  He grabbed her
hair and roughly shoved his cock into her mouth.

   Lauren had never liked sucking cock, but her relief that Tom clearly
wanted her big tittied body was overwhelming, and she let out a little moan
of pleasure.  But after a moment she suddenly realized that there was a
funny taste on her husband's cock as it thrust in and out of her mouth...a
taste that was familiar...that she *loved*...

   Her eyes suddenly widened and tears began to stream down her cheeks, as
she realized she was tasting another woman's pussy on Tom's cock.  She
looked up at him in horror...he'd been fucking another girl...and from the
wetness of his cock, within the last few minutes....

   And though she was disgusted with the idea, the flavor of another pussy
was making her even more horny.

   Her tongue curled around his cock, sliding down the shaft to his balls,
slurping up the wonderful salty wetness of the other girl's cunt-juice. 
She was making small whimpering, sobbing noises, she didn't understand what
had happened...how all of this...

   And then Tom was cumming in her mouth, and the combined taste of another
girl's pussy and his cum drove Lauren over the edge, and she'd come in a
screaming orgasm there on the strip club table, yet again.

   Tom had helped Lauren from the strip club, covering he as best he could
since her clothes (which they'd found in the back) no longer fit, at least
not up top.  They'd made it back to the hotel and Lauren had collapsed on
the bed - the drug-induced mania finally seemed to be passing and she'd
sobbed herself to sleep.

   She'd woken to find Tom spreading her small thighs and shoving his cock
into her without a word.  His eyes never looked up to hers, just watched
her monstrous tits bouncing up and down as he fucked her.  To her misery,
she'd found that although his cock felt nice inside her, it wasn't until
she'd reached up to play with her tits that she'd suddenly and rapidly
built to an explosive orgasm, feeling Tom cum inside her as she did.

   He'd pulled out, and then still without looking her in the eye had said
roughly, "Get cleaned up...we're going home."

   She'd showered, crying as she washed the grime off of her body from the
previous day.  She discovered that as an apparent side-effect of the drug,
all of her blond pubic fur had fallen out, leaving her completely smooth
between her legs.  She cried harder as she realized there wasn't even any
stubble, which meant it probably wasn't growing back.  And the thrumming
water of the shower on her huge tits had made her cum twice before she got
out of the shower.

   Dressing was something more of a difficulty.  She'd bought a sarong
earlier in their trip, and with some work, she managed to make it into a
shirt, hefting her huge tits so she could go out, though her large nipples
pointed through the fabric prominently.

   On their way to the airport, they'd stopped at a department store, and
Lauren found that every male stared at her huge tits...and every stare made
her wetter between her legs.  They finally found a lingerie department,
where the girl had looked with disgust at Lauren's massive boobs.  And
worse, Lauren found herself unable to say the word "breasts" comfortably
when describing her huge jugs.  Instead, she heard herself asking if the
young girl could "measure her tittie size for a bra".

   Which the girl had done.  And Lauren had cried as (after quietly
bringing herself to an orgasm in the changing room to relieve the arousal
from being watched) she'd put on her first bra for her brand new tits.

   Lauren's new FFFs.

   The flight home had been even worse.  Tom still hadn't spoken to her
since the hotel, and the constant stares she was getting seemed to keep her
in a state of perpetual arousal.  On the plane, she'd been wedged between
Tom and a businesswoman, who had given her a horrified look when she sat.
And was even more horrified when the vibrations of the plane in Lauren's
nipples had caused her to come four times during the flight home.  Though
she'd tried desperately to hide them, her small breathy chirps were still
obvious to the two people sitting next to her.

   In the limo ride, Tom had made Lauren suck him off again, taking off her
shirt for the drive, while the Limo driver watched in the mirror, eyes
wide. She'd come twice from playing with her nipples before Tom's warm cum
finally sprayed into her mouth.

   And now she was home - Tom had continued on to the office to check in
briefly, and Lauren, sadly, was glad to be alone.  She'd had the limo
driver leave the bags in the front hall while she'd hurried away from him
for fear of what she might do if she was alone with him for long.  Lauren
sniffed back tears as she looked down again at the huge udders attached to
her chest, hiding her small lower body from view completely.

   The worst part of all of it, was that though whatever the effect of the
drugs the doctor had given her was had worn off, with its incredible high
and desire to do whatever she was told...the *feelings* from all of it
remained.  She *hated* the words tits, or titties...but whenever she tried
to use "breasts" she felt vaguely sick to her stomach.  And every time a
man stared at her huge chest, she felt her body heat up, and wanted nothing
so much as to rip her shirt off and start playing with her absurdly
sensitive tits and nipples, right there, until he came all over her chest.

   And she couldn't even imagine what other leftover effects there were.

   "Candace?  David!" she shouted again.  A strange feeling crossed her
mind, as though she ought to be calling for someone else...(another
girl?)...but then faded.  That was silly.  They just had the two kids.  Her
two sweet kids...

   Oh god, what were they going to think of their mother?

   She was lost in her reverie as she walked into the kitchen.  The kids
must be out...it was only late afternoon, so that didn't really surprise
her.  And that was good, it would give her time to think of what she was
going to say to them.

   Lauren pressed play on the answering machine, and then sat at the
kitchen table, resting her huge breasts on it with a whimper of relief. 
Her back got sore quickly from their weight.  She listened without really
listening to the messages, saving most of them for later.  But then...

   "Uh, hi Mom...a-and Dad..."

   David's voice came from the machine.  Lauren glanced at the date on the
message with a frown - his voice sounded oddly strained, somehow, and there
were the noises of an obvious party in the background.  Saturday night...a
little after midnight.  Lauren swallowed uncomfortably, shivering suddenly
as she remembered that was the night all of her troubles had started.  Why
would he have been leaving them a message then?  He knew they weren't going
to be home for a couple of days...

   "Listen, I...I'm sorry for doing this over the ph-phone, but I...I need
to tell you something, and I d-don't know what to..."

   He let out something that sounded like a strangled sob, and a knot
tightened in Lauren's stomach.

   "I've realized that I'm gay.  Actually, I really realized that I want to
be a girl...that I *am* a girl...T-Tony and I are going to run away
together...he knows a d-doctor who can help us."

   Lauren's hand covered her mouth as she let out a sob.

   "D-Don't try to find me...I d-don't want you to be ashamed of me.  I'm
s-sorry."

   There was a long pause, with the sound of someone grunting in the
background as though exerting themselves, struggling against something. 
And then Dave's voice one last time.

   "P-Please..." he gasped into the phone.  And then with a click the
message ended.

   Lauren stood with a wordless cry.  What was going on?!  This wasn't
possible...David certainly couldn't be...she had to find him...

   Suddenly, from upstairs, a strange female cry came, muffled by distance.
Lauren turned and ran up the stairs as best she could, huge breasts
jiggling and sending jolts of pleasure through her body, eliciting small
gasps between her sobs.

   "Candace?" she yelled between gasps and sobs, as she stumbled up the
stairs, "Honey, is that you?  What's..."

   Lauren stopped as she threw open the door to her daughter's room, and
stared at the scene there in shock.

   Her daughter...her sweet, beautiful daughter, was tied naked to the bed,
her taught legs pulled up and chained to the bars of the headboard, as were
her wrists, leaving her blond-furred pink pussy nicely exposed while she
lay there helpless.  Bulging from her chest were two massive tits, a
glittering gold ring through each enormous nipple.  Lauren stared at them
for a moment in horror, trying to fight down the jealousy that sprang forth
at the realization that her daughter's titties were even bigger than hers.

   Lauren's eyes tracked down to between her daughter's legs where another
girl lay, sobbing.  Lauren recognized the naked, slender girl as Karen, one
of Candace's cheerleading friends.  Her ankles had been shackled to the
base of the bed, and her own wrists tied to those bonds in turn, leaving
her pitched forward, legs spread wide revealing a black-furred pussy.  But
that wasn't the worst of it.  Attached to her face was a large black dildo,
currently plunged into Candace's pussy to the hilt, leaving the sobbing
chinese girl's face lying in Candace's crotch.  The small girl's neck was
tethered to Lauren's daughter's thighs, clearly keeping the poor girl stuck
there.

   The room was thick with the scent of female arousal, and with a small
whimper, Lauren felt her body reacting to it.

   Candace's eyes were red from crying, clearly for a long period of time,
as she turned to her mother to stare at her, a pleading, horrified
expression on her face,

   "Ahnnnn!  Uhhhrrrrrr!"

   Candace seemed to be trying to say something to her, but all that came
out were wordless moans and choked sobs.  Her friend, at Candace's
reaction, let out a muffled moan, and lifted her head slightly, the black
cock sliding wetly out of Candace's pussy.  As it did so, Candace shuddered
in obvious pleasure and the noises she was making changed suddenly.

   "Heerruff!  Arf!!  Ruff!  Ruff!"

   As the chinese girl stopped at the end of her tether - just enough to
keep the tip of the dildo stuck in Candace's obviously wet pussy -
Candace's sudden dog noises turned into miserable moans once again. 
Meanwhile, the smaller girl, shaking with obvious effort at holding her
head up, moaned and cried around her gag, trying desperately to get the
attention of whomever was in the room.

   After a moment, with a moan, Candace started to thrust her hips at the
dildo on the poor girl's face, small whuffs and barks of pleasure coming
from her as she stared at her mother in obvious, desperate humiliation,
unable to stop her body from jerking wetly against the dildo.

   With a sob, Lauren rushed to the bed, trying to ignore her own mounting
arousal.  She fumbled with the chinese girl's bonds as her daughter's yelps
and whimpers picked up in pitch.  She finally managed to free the girl's
head as Candace came to a sobbing, whimpering, howling climax, and the moan
her daughter made as the dildo was pulled free sounded more like
disappointment than relief.

   Karen, on the other hand, as her body was freed, fell forward into
Lauren's arms, sobbing.  Lauren gasped and tried to hide her pleasure as
the small girl's body rubbed over her aroused nipples.  As she held the
small girl, Lauren shivered with pleasure, disgusted with herself.

   Over her shoulder, Karen grinned down at the miserable, moaning Candace,
then let out another wave of crocodile tears, bawling loudly.

   Finally, Lauren disentangled herself from the sobbing girl, and (trying
desperately to neither look at the naked young women's bodies, nor to feel
the continued fury at her daughter's larger tits), managed to get Karen to
tell her what had happened as she untied the moaning Candace.

   According to Karen, they'd had a small party, and some boys who they
didn't know had shown up.  When they'd gotten the two girls alone, they had
grabbed both of them, and given some strange chemical to Candace.  Lauren's
eyes widened in horror at a description of a serum much like the one that
had been injected into her.

   After that, Karen said she didn't remember much as she'd fainted.  When
she'd come to, she'd been tied to Candace like that, where she'd spent the
last two days...

   As the smaller girl broke down in tears once again, Lauren freed her
daughter's last bonds.  The blond girl sat up, her massive tits falling
into her lap, even larger than Lauren had realized.  With a moan and a
strange pleading look at her mother, Candace fell forward towards her
friend, her head falling into the smaller girl's lap as she sobbed.

   Clearly their shared horror had left them with a very strong bond,
Lauren thought, shocked that her daughter had gone to the other girl rather
than her.  Looking down at her own chest, she wondered if Candace was
horrified by what had happened to her mother as well.

   Lauren clambered from the bed, leaving her daughter sobbing in Karen's
lap while the smaller girl stroked her blond hair.

   "I-I'll go get clothes for you and the car, and we'll take you to the
hospital....we have to find out what happened to her...and if you're OK."

   Karen nodded through her tears, sniffling.  As Lauren left the room,
dizzy with arousal and horror at what had happened to her daughter, she
found herself amazed by the smaller girl's strength.  After such an ordeal,
to still be comforting her daughter like that...

   Lauren made it as far as the downstairs bathroom before she had to stop
and play with her nipples and pussy till she came, holding her screams of
pleasure back between clenched teeth.

   When Lauren finally left the room (to go play with her huge, hard
nipples and wet pussy for a while Karen had no doubt), Karen grinned and
grabbed Candace's hair, shoving the girl's face into her own extremely wet
pussy.  She'd been tied up like that for almost an hour, unsure when
Candace's parents would actually get home, but wanting to be ready just in
case.  The ache between her legs was sated when she came almost instantly
from her slaves expert tongue between her thighs, her quiet orgasm shaking
her small body.

   She let Candace lick her to two more orgasms before pulling her away -
she was pretty sure Lauren would be a few minutes before taking them to the
hospital.

   The doctors couldn't say what was wrong with Candace.  They found no
traces of chemicals in her system, and no obvious brain damage, and yet the
girl was unable to make anything but crude noises (Lauren never told them
of the dog noises Candace had made when she'd first found them...in fact,
she mostly glossed over the situation she had found Candace and Karen in so
as not to humiliate either of them further).  After a few days, the doctors
concluded that there was nothing they could do for the poor girl and sent
her home.

   Candace seemed incredibly attached to Karen, and Lauren and Tom (who was
strangely distant about the whole thing, after being obviously crushed by
David's phone message.  Tom wouldn't even allow Lauren to mention their
son's name to him after hearing it.) were relieved that Candace had such a
good friend in the young girl.  They began letting Candace stay with Karen,
who was happy to take care of her friend.  And having both children out of
the house was probably best for the two of them, they found.

   By the third day back, Lauren found herself nearly insane with lust. 
She'd sucked off five doctors and gone down on two nurses during the last
couple of days they'd been at the hospital, but it had just barely made it
tolerable.  She rapidly found that if she went out at all, she'd end up in
an alley or a bathroom with the first guy who stared at her huge titties,
begging them to cum on her and let her show her huge tits to them.

   Finally, she did the only thing that she could think of to sate her -
she found the dirtiest, nastiest strip club in town and begged them to hire
her.

   She didn't have to beg for long.

   She began to dance there every day, sometimes for six or seven hours, in
a haze of lust.  She convinced the owner to set up a back room where men
could come and touch her (though the place was normally no touching) and
spray their cum on her huge tits (and there was certainly normally none of
that!), and she sobbed and screamed out orgasm after orgasm.

   Tom meanwhile, would show up occasionally to watch her - he'd known she
was performing there after just a few days, having been slowly making his
way through the strip clubs.  Sometimes he'd come in the back to play with
her, and occasionally even fuck her, but usually he'd show up with a
large-breasted hooker or another stripper and they would fuck in front of
her.

   It didn't take long for them to forget about their poor kids...

   Epilogue



   Karen whimpered in one of her usual quiet orgasms, while Candy mooed
loudly in pleasure as her clit-cock sprayed its cum into her mistress'
pussy.  Karen groaned as Candy slipped out of her, and then gasped in
pleasure once again, as with a wordless moan of misery and lust, the other
girl bent down and began licking her own cum out of her mistresses pussy.

   As Karen built up towards another orgasm, she thought with joy about the
last few months.  The poor twins had been used constantly, in the most
demeaning ways, for the first couple of weeks Karen had had them, and Karen
burned with pleasure and arousal throughout all of it.

   Finally, she'd decided she wanted some *real* entertainment from them,
though, and had lent the sex doll (it had been Candy at the time) to a
friend of hers in a fraternity at the local university.  She'd had Sandy
(in Candy's body) lick her to numerous orgasms throughout the first day
while sex-doll Candy got handed around, sobbing and coming silently as she
was used by various guys.

   Needless to say, Karen had left the sex doll turned up nice and high, so
that any time that the boys *weren't* using her, she was hellishly,
horribly, aroused.

   After that, Karen had forced whichever twin that was in Candy's body to
do more and more demeaning things, with the punishment for refusal being a
switch to the sex doll for a while.  Karen had been fascinated to discover
what things the girls would refuse to do.  Sandy had a much stronger spirit
- she had begged not to be left in a glory hole at a porn shop, earning
banishment back to the sex doll, whereas Candy would do nearly anything to
keep from being moved into the helpless immobility of the doll, even
feigning enthusiasm through her tears when she was left in the kennel
overnight, to keep from being forced back into that unmoving, aroused
prison.  (Of course, Karen had switched them anyway halfway through the
night, enjoying Candy's sobs and begging for release, and Sandy's horrified
disgust at what she suddenly found herself doing...)

   As Karen's small hips began to thrust against Candy's tongue, her
thoughts drifted to her former friends and the others her fantasies had
changed, and where they were right now...

   Sarah let out a low whine as she desperately offered herself to the
large male Irish Setter, trembling with desperate arousal, her eyes wide
with maddened lust.

   Her full, pregnant belly hung down beneath her - it was clear that she
was well on her way to her second litter of puppies since her
transformation.  She could feel them moving inside her belly, and guessed
that it would be only a day or two before she gave birth...again.  Her
first litter of Irish Setter-German Shepherd puppies had been adorable, and
she'd been wrenched with humiliation, disgust...and a mother's love for the
eight cute puppies suckling at her nipples.

   This set was going to be a set of purebreds, though.  Karen - her owner
- had set up a nice kennel behind her house, with several other Irish
Setters, including the large one standing behind her, starting to sniff at
her obviously aroused genitals.  When she was pregnant, it was horrible
towards the end, since she couldn't lick herself over her full belly.  She
knew that if she could tempt him, though, the lovely, large male dog would
sate her ever-present lust.

   He was the father of her current set of puppies, after all.

   <Please mount Muffy, Scott> she thought desperately, <Please...fuck
Muffy...please...please...>

   She let out a howl of pleasure as the larger dog jumped up on her back
and slammed his cock into her, thrusting rapidly inside her.  She came
quickly, whimpering loudly, as she felt his cum spray inside her belly.

   As she came down from the much needed orgasm, she let out a whine of
humiliation and misery.  Scott fell off her back, but remained tied to her,
the seeming look of surprise on his face, even though they did this nearly
every day, digging into the former Sarah's heart.

   Looked up into the blank expression of the dog that used to be her
brother and whimpered in sadness.  Karen had left him with just a dog's
intelligence - only Sarah/Muffy was (sometimes) aware of her horrible fate.

   Panting with the slight pain of the tug of his knot inside her, her eyes
drifted over the other pair of older Irish Setters lying nearby and thought
with misery - well, at least her parents would get to see their
grand-puppies soon before Karen sold them...



   "Mmmm..mmmmmmmmm...MMMMMM...MM!  MM!  MM!"

   Mrs.  Anderson shivered with pleasure at the taste of the warm cum
spraying into her mouth, mingling with the flavor of her pussy which had a
few moments ago been wrapped around it.  Shortly the guilt and
self-loathing that always followed her escapades would replace the lust she
currently felt, but for the moment, her body thrummed with sexual energy as
Kevin Dempster's cock jerked and throbbed in her mouth while he sat on her
desk.  Julie's fingers moved rapidly over her clit, drawing out her orgasm
while she drained the groaning student.

   Over the past year, Mrs.  Anderson had had sex with nearly a hundred
boys and men, including at least sixty students at the school.  To her
horror, after that first night with Jimmy, she'd discovered that any time
she was alone with any man (or, worse, boy of sufficient age), she turned
into an utter slut, and would do pretty much anything as long as the guys
kept cumming.

   Even worse, she'd discovered that her nightmare was every boy's fantasy.

   The day after introducing Jimmy to the pleasures of her body she'd spent
in tears, disgusted with herself, and certain that her life and career was
over.  She couldn't understand why she'd done what she'd done (or why it
had felt so *good*).  Finally, a wreck, she'd run to a nearby 7-11 to get a
pregnancy test (having not been on the pill), which had miraculously turned
out negative.

   Even more so since 5 minutes after walking in the door, she had been
bent over the counter, screaming in orgasm as the young indian man thrust
into her from behind.

   From there it had been all downhill.  She'd fucked every boy in her math
class, in just about every way imaginable, just for starters, after which
word had clearly gotten around and male students had started wandering into
her office, and were almost never disappointed.  Parents and other teachers
had her nearly as often.  Few days went by when at the end of the day her
mouth didn't taste of cum, or her large tits weren't sticky with it, or it
wasn't dribbling out of her pussy or ass into her panties as she walked.

   She hadn't seen her family for weeks.  In part out of disgust with
herself, but even moreso because the only time she'd been able to resist
her urges had been when she'd gone to her parents' house a few days after
the nightmare had started, and found herself there alone with her younger
brother, home from college.  She'd stumbled from the house in an
unimaginable haze of lust, her hand down her pants bringing herself to
orgasm after orgasm until she'd finally come across a neighbor in his
backyard watering his garden and had forced him to use her for hours.

   She was pretty sure she'd never be able to resist that urge again.

   And the worst part of all of it was that no matter what she did, she
couldn't seem to get caught.  Hell it wasn't like the principal didn't
know...he'd had her six times.  Five of them in her ass.  Three times
making her eat out his secretary while he fucked her (although Julie had no
attraction to women, she'd found that she'd pretty much do whatever the
guys wanted once they were fucking her...and an awful lot of them figured
out ways to get her licking another girl's pussy).

   At this point, she just wanted it to end, but as she looked over at the
open door of her classroom as she lifted her lips from the grinning, dazed
Kevin's cock, she knew now that no matter what she did, no matter how many
of her students came inside her in her classroom, enjoying their total slut
of a teacher...

   She'd never get caught.



   Lindsay whimpered as the large cock pulled out of Amy's pussy and the
cum started to dribble into her mouth and down her cheek as she licked her
mate's clit, feeling as much as hearing Amy's chirping orgasm around the
shaft of the cock that was currently sliding in and out of Lindsay's own
wet pussy.  She still didn't really like the taste of cum, but slurped it
out of Amy's cunt anyway - she knew Amy liked that.

   Amy's parents had come home to find their daughter locked into an
impossible, disgusting position with her friend Lauren, the two of them
merged into a horrible, slurping, cumming creature.  The two girls sobbed
and begged for release briefly before being drawn back to licking each
other to repeated orgasms. Lauren's parents had been called, and the four
of them had looked on their daughters, clearly horrified at what they'd
become.  Quiet consultation had led them all to the conclusion that they
couldn't let anyone know about this - their reputations (Lauren's mother
was a judge and Amy's father a state senator) would be destroyed.

   So when Lauren's father suggested that a friend of a friend might be
able to help them, they'd all looked upon their daughters with sadness (and
disgust), but had finally agreed.

   They'd sold the two of them to a sex club...in fact a sex circus of
sorts...with the agreement that no one would ever know where the lovely
young girls-creature had come from.  The rest of the world would believe
that their daughters had been accepted to a very exclusive school in
Europe, and that was that.

   Except for poor Amy and Lauren.

   Their lust never seemed to abate, and they were one of the favorite
displays at the club - their nubile young bodies displayed on a pedestal in
the middle of the room.  Their sobs and screams and yelps of pleasure were
never-ending.

   And they were set at the perfect height for use by the customers.

   Every day (after one being awakened by the other licking her pussy),
they were carried out to the floor.  After a few hours, the first guests
would arrive, and with their drinks in hand, they would take advantage of
the two girls, cocks sliding into pussies and asses, warm cum spraying
inside each of them over and over, which they would clean out of each other
repeatedly as the day went on.  Occasionally, a woman would maneuver her
pussy in to be licked, forcing their mouths from each others' pussies to
lick that of the new woman, skillfully and desperately bringing them to
orgasm, sobbing in their desperation to get back to licking the pussy that
they really craved.

   Lauren was by far the most popular with the ladies, and the club had
pierced her tongue in several places to make her even more so.  Amy's
ever-tight and ridiculously wet pussy (squirting almost each time she
came), meanwhile, was the gentlemen's choice, although both of their asses
got as much use as their cunts - each day started with a fresh bottle of
lubricant attached to the side of the pedestal that would be empty by the
time they were carried to bed.

   Where they would keep licking each other, gently, sobbing themselves to
sleep before beginning it all again the next day.



   "Please," begged Davi, her tiny legs being pushed back to above her head
by the much larger man that leaned over her, grinning.  She could hear the
high-pitched voice coming out of her mouth, and knew that it sounded like
she was begging for what was about to happen.

   "Please, you have to help me...I'm not a girl...I'm UNGGHHHH!!!"

   Her begs for help were cut off as the thick cock of the man slammed into
her very wet pussy, sending a blast of pleasure through Davi - formerly
David - that he could never seem to get used to.

   His moans of horror mixed with moans of pleasure as the man thrust into
the tight pussy on his tiny body, and he found himself pulling the man
downward to kiss him, disgust mingling with intense arousal as it always
did.

   The man pulled away and said something as he pounded into Davi's pussy,
though she didn't understand anything he said.  Rapidly she ceased caring
however, as his thrusts into her small body rapidly turned to orgasm,
spurred on by the feeling of warmth in her belly as the man came inside
her.

   She lay, dazed, on the bed, as he dressed, and smiled, speaking in the
gibberish that she couldn't understand.  She rolled over and felt herself
smiling as she always did as he dropped a hundred dollar bill into her tips
bowl.

   "Please...can't you understand me?" she said in a sultry, cute voice,
"you have to tell someone...tell them my name is David..."

   The man left her room with a smile, closing the door behind him.

   David sobbed for a moment.  Why had he thought this time would be any
different?  It wasn't like he hadn't been fucked by this guy every week
for...how many months now?

   He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.  Or herself, really.

   Davi was just under 5', with white skin and pixie-cut blond hair, bright
blue eyes hovering over adorable red lips.  Her tiny breasts ended in light
pink nipples that were enormously sensitive.  Her face could only be
described as angelic, and her perfect pink pussy would have been nestled in
downy blond hair, was it not kept smoothly shaved most of the time, thus
better to complete her image.

   In short, she was a tiny little-girl fuck toy, and was the most popular
girl at the brothel that now seemed to be her home.

   Most of her johns liked her in schoolgirl outfits of one kind or
another, although she certainly had plenty of variety in their preferences.
Damsel in distress was another popular theme (mostly because she remained
tied up and helpless), and one guy had a thing for her being leashed and
barking like a dog.  (Which oddly enough seemed to turn her on the most,
though she was absurdly responsive to all of them.)

   All of which she did willingly and enthusiastically, no matter how David
tried to stop himself.  At least till the pleasure started.

   As he showered and cleaned himself up with only minutes till his next
customer, David thought back to the night this horror had started.  After
making that awful phone call - the words coming out making him try to throw
the phone away in horror, unsuccessfully - David's body had been wracked
with burning pain.  He'd stumbled out the side door of the party, moaning,
and fallen to the ground.

   After what seemed like an eternity, the pain had stopped and he'd lay
gasping on the grass.  Finally someone had leaned over him and said
something in what he'd thought at the time was a foreign language, a look
of what he'd thought was concern on the guy's face.

   He'd been wrong in what he'd thought on both counts.  He'd mumbled
"OK...just need help...water" to the guy, thinking the look of confusion
he'd received was due to the scratchiness in his voice, as though he'd
suddenly developed laryngitis.  It wasn't until the guy had helped him up
that David had realized something was horribly wrong.

   For one thing, the guy towered over him...and David distinctly
remembered being taller than this guy when he'd passed him in the party
earlier.

   For another, David's clothes were so big that as he stood, his pants
fell down.  And the guy was staring down wide-eyed.

   David had looked down to see slender girl's legs meeting in a pretty
blond set of curls clearly enveloping a pink pussy.

   And she'd screamed.

   Then she'd fainted.

   When she'd came to, she found herself lying on a bed, the sounds of the
party thumping away downstairs.  The guy spoke to her as she stared at him
in horror.

   She couldn't understand a word he said.

   Worse, when she'd begged for help, he clearly didn't understand her
either.  Although it was clear that her intent was all wrong when he leaned
in and kissed her.  Davi's protests of disgust had melted when one of the
guys hands had slid over her nipple, and then exploded when he climbed on
top of her and slid into her wet pussy, bringing her to a screaming orgasm
almost immediately.

   As she'd lay there dazed, he'd said something else to her, and she'd
nodded absently, never noticing the look of surprise on his face.  He'd
said something else and she'd nodded again, believing desperately that this
was all a dream, that she'd wake up at home in David's bed, having had far
too much to drink at the party...

   Dizzy from everything that had happened, she'd followed the guy out of
the house in something like a trance, dressed in just the now-huge shirt
David had worn to the party.  She walked across the grass to the van where
several other girls were climbing in, and followed.

   It wasn't until they were on the road for some time that David had come
out of his trance, and suddenly realized who the other women in the van
were.  He'd heard someone say that a bunch of hookers had been brought to
the party from a nearby brothel...

   She'd tried to protest that she wasn't one of them, that there had been
a mistake...and realized to her horror that clearly none of them understood
anything she was saying...and she still couldn't understand any of them
either!  She began to cry, which led to a couple of the girls consoling her
and a couple of them laughing at her...but all of it was gibberish, as was
what she was saying to them, clearly.

   Finally, someone had grabbed her arm, and she'd turned to look at the
woman.  She'd spoken to her, but Davi shook her head in confusion...until
she realized that the other girls didn't seem to understand the new woman
*either*.  Davi's eyes had widened as she realized the horrified face she
was looking into belonged to Tony.

   Davi snapped out of her memory of that night - the first of many she'd
spent at her new home - as she pulled on her gymnastics jumpsuit for the
next client.

   Just in time, as in turned out, as she turned with a yelp (as was the
intention) as her door flew open and his next client walked in, dressed in
a suit.

   Led by Toni, with a seemingly hungry grin on her face.

   To their mutual horror (David assumed, since they couldn't understand
one another any better than anyone else), Tony had turned into David's
fantasy girl, while Davi was Tony's.

   Davi looked up at the large black woman that had formerly been her very
male friend with an expression between fear and lust, both of which were
quite real.  Toni towered over Davi at nearly six feet, her muscled body as
toned as Tony's had been.  Her dark, chocolate-colored skin glistened as
she strode into the room, her large tits lifted by the leather corset she
wore - her only clothing - and the golden rings piercing her dark nipples
glinted.

   Davi found her eyes wandering downward towards Toni's pussy buried in
black fur, which Davi could already smell - Toni was always wet, as Davi
was.  And Davi's eyes lighted with her usual horror on the one thing that
made Toni even more valuable to the brothel than Davi, something that she
couldn't decide if she was envious of or pitied her friend for.

   Above Toni's very wet slit thrust Tony's enormous black cock, rock hard.
And clearly ready for what was about to happen.

   The man's eyes burned with lust as Toni grabbed the tiny girl with a
growl.  Davi's heart pounded with terror and excitement as her former
friend threw her small body onto the little girl's bed that this room
sported, and without ceremony pulled her leotard to one side, exposing the
wet pinkness of her pussy.  She fought Toni weakly - not that it would have
mattered had she done so with all her strength - feigning sobs as she felt
that huge cock questing at her wet slit...

   Then cried out in pain and disgust and pleasure as the massive thing
slid into her small body, feeling like it was going to split her in half.

   As Toni thrust into Davi's small body, her huge black breasts dangling
above the small girl, sending shivers of lust through her as she cried out,
the black mostly-woman let out a cry of her own as the man - his pants off
- thrust his own cock into Toni's wet pussy.

   Sobbing in pleasure, humiliation, pain, and other emotions too complex
to name, Davi wrapped her small legs around the man and Toni, pulling the
three of them together as two cocks filled two pussies with cum.

   Afterwards, as Toni made Davi lick the man's cum from Toni's cunt and
suck Toni's huge black cock till it came again, Davi couldn't help but
wonder if Toni was begging for help in that incoherent babble of her own...

   Diane giggled as her boyfriend's cock sprayed cum between her enormous
tits, her bells jingling as she licked the salty goodness off of her lips.
She looked up at him with wide, vapid eyes as he pulled away from her with
a grunt, his cock threatening to get hard again as she lifted one of the
glorious mounds and began to lick the cum off of it.

   As he pulled his pants on, Diane looked up at him with a miserable
expression, letting her huge tit fall to her chest with a jingle.

   "Fuck Dianie's cunnie?" she begged.

   George's eyes wandered down to between Diane's legs, and his dark,
lopsided grin would have said it all had Diane been smart enough to read
it.

   "Not now, honey.  Maybe later."

   Diane let out a small sob.

   After being sent home by Karen in a daze, Diane had made it up to her
room and locked the door after playing with herself on her front porch for
a few minutes.

   She plotted in the brief times of awareness between her orgasms, and
finally came up with a plan...she might be able to at least finish school
and get into college...although how she would ever have a life, she didn't
know.  She would have to convince her parents to let her finish the next
semester from home...mono or something...but she thought she could do it...

   And she might have, too, had she not run into George on her brief foray
into the school the next day to get some books before her parents came home
from vacation.

   "Hey Diane."

   She'd jumped at the sound, and turned to see George there.  She looked
around in a panic - she only had a few minutes since her last orgasm in
girl's bathroom to get her stuff and go.

   The last thing she needed was her asshole ex-boyfriend to be nearby.

   "Not now, George," she said in a strangled cry as she slammed the locker
closed.  It was then that she realized that he wasn't looking anywhere near
her face, instead staring at the huge tits filling out the shirt she'd
borrowed from her mother.

   "Holy *shit*, girl...what happened to your..."

   Diane turned and stalked away, shaking with fear.  She could feel
herself getting aroused again already...

   She sobbed when George grabbed her shoulder.

   "Hey, babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, I mean I just..."

   He trailed off as he suddenly smelled Diane's scent, and his heart
started to pound.  She realized, too late, that one of her first mistakes
had been wearing jeans, as George's eyes widened at the very wet spot that
was spreading out from her crotch, darkening the fabric.  He began to
flush.

   And Diane giggled.

   Some part of her fading intelligence screamed in horror as she thrust
her massive chest towards the guy she'd broken up with for trying to push
her to have sex with him.

   "See my new titties?  They're all big."

   George nodded, hypnotized.

   "Wanna play with them?"

   George watched in disbelief as Diane giggled again and pulled her shirt
over her head, letting the massive tits fall free, the bells jingling
pleasantly.  After a few moments, he suddenly remembered that he was
staring at his formerly b-cup girlfriend's incredible DD+-cup tits in the
middle of the hall and pulled her into a classroom.

   Diane followed with a smile as her books fell to the floor, forgotten.

   George had had her pants off in record time, and Diane's new porn-star
body was laying naked on the desk at the front of the class, her legs
spread as her wetness dribbled onto the papers there.  He'd wrestled his
cock free and plunged it into her wet pussy while she cried out in joy even
through the pain of her hymen tearing, her huge tits bouncing and jingling.

   He'd cum almost immediately, at the feel of his first wet cunt, one he'd
been sure he'd never be inside.

   Diane didn't cum, though, and pouted.  He watched, dazed as she slipped
off of his cock and rolled over, then groaned as his brainy, prudish
ex-girlfriend (though she was acting oddly like a ditz) took his cock
dripping with her incredible-smelling pussy juice and his own cum, and
began to slurp him back to hardness.

   She'd then rolled over and had him take her from behind.  And this time,
she'd come screaming as he came again.

   Then broke down into long wracking sobs.  And made another much worse
mistake, in spite of having her mind back for a short while.

   In her misery at having just lost her virginity and the horror of what
she'd become, and her short reprieve of intelligence, she told George of
her plight, though she found she could tell him nothing of how it had
happened - she remembered the last night as clearly as any of the girls
did, but was unable to speak of it.

   As he'd held her shaking body, looking down at those glorious tits,
George had promised to take care of her.

   After a fashion.



   Diane whimpered as her eyes followed George's down between her legs, to
look at the large metal chastity belt locked in place there.  She ached
desperately for release, as she had for days now, her wetness glistening on
her thighs as it oozed out of her in a constant stream.

   "Sorry, hon," George said, not sounding very sorry at all, "maybe if you
tie yourself up for me nicely later, I'll let you cum.  How does that
sound?"

   She looked up at him with a vapid, hungry look that made his cock twitch
again, and he could barely think straight over her scent.  This was one of
his favorite games...she'd tie herself up, and then he'd fuck her and fuck
her...and every time she came, she'd regain that brain she used to love to
lord over him...at least for a few minutes...

   The doorbell rang and he shook his head, backing away from the vision
that was his "girlfriend"...he wondered if he'd marry her soon?  Her
parents hadn't spoken to her since she'd moved in with him, so he guessed
he didn't need their permission.

   "Well, hon, sounds like your eight o'clock is here."

   Diane rolled over with a squeal of happiness, and spread her ass - the
chastity belt left that nicely available - her little pink star clenching
in anticipation.  She didn't cum when the her boyfriends "friends" fucked
her there, but it still felt nice even though it hurt at first...it took
away some of the ache.

   But George shook his head.

   "No, sweetie...it's *eight*, remember?  Mrs.  Smith is here now.  Just
like every other day."

   George went to the door and opened it, smiling at the woman standing
there.  She was a moderately attractive housewife, with brown hair and
glasses, and slightly pendulous breasts.

   She was also his boss at the car dealership's wife.

   And she was flushed red with embarrassment and arousal, just like every
other day when she showed up.

   "Come in, Gail."

   She stepped inside, and then said quietly, "Are you...are you joining
us?"

   George shook his head, and at the woman's look of relief, he almost
decided to change his mind...but decided not today.  Maybe he'd tell her
that Diane was sick tomorrow and make her stew for a couple of days, and
then make her beg him for it, in order to get her time with his wife.  But
still, just for fun...

   "Naw, gotta go see your hubby...but why don't you strip down for me. 
Let me see that hot mama's body of yours."

   Her face deep red with humiliation, Gail quickly began to pull her
clothes off, her blouse and skirt falling to the floor, followed by her
plain white bra and panties.  She let out a small sob while George looked
her over - her heavy breasts and white skin, with the bulge around her
belly.  George found her oddly arousing.

   His mind wandered back to the day he'd made his discovery...after
licking Diane's pussy for an hour, he'd been surprised when his sister had
stopped by.  Not thinking, he'd kissed her briefly on the lips...then
pulled away in disgust when she'd grabbed him and started tongue-kissing
him desperately, a look of confused horror on her face.

   He'd pushed her into the chair and run into the kitchen to answer the
phone, not knowing what to say to his obviously shocked older sister. 
Trembling he'd answered it, then hung up at a giggling moan from the living
room.

   He stepped back to find his sister on her knees in front of Diane, his
girlfriend's legs spread wide as his catholic sister Alicia, who went to
church every sunday and talked about how those dykes should burn in hell,
slurped madly at the giggling Diane's pussy, her pants around her ankles
while she fingered her own sopping cunt, sobbing all the while.

   Alicia was now Diane's ten-thirty every day.  George was a little
ashamed to admit it, but of all of the videos he took of Diane's constant
visitors, hers were his favorite.  His skinny, hot older sister, licking
desperately at the edges of Diane's chastity belt, while Diane brought her
to sobbing, screaming orgasm...

   The incident had given George an idea though, and the naked housewife
trembling in front of him was proof that it worked.  Diane's pussy-juice
was like a drug.  A taste would get someone hooked.  Someone like Gail
Smith, when he dribbled some of it into her morning coffee one day when
she'd threatened to have her husband fire him for slacking on the job.

   With a grin, George gestured to the bedroom, watching as the middle-aged
housewife stumbled to go play with his girlfriend.

   "Don't forget to start the camera today, Gail.  Or else it'll be a week
before I can fit you in for another appointment."

   George grinned wider at the sob from the older woman.  And wider still
at the moans that began to come from his bedroom as he walked out the door
to go slack off at work.

   Kelly screamed her now famous scream as she came, tears streaming down
her cheeks as they always did.  The man (she'd forgotten his name) pounding
his cock into her small body groaned and pulled out, spraying his cum on
her smooth back, leaving her gasping in pleasure at the sensation.

   "And that's a wrap, people!  Brilliant as always Kelly!"

   As she lay there gasping for breath, the elfin girl's mind drifted back
to the beginning of all this, months and months ago...

   After giving her virginity to Danny, the small girl had whispered her
need to him.  He'd been reluctant at first - more than reluctant, horrified
- but she'd begged him and promised him that he could have her whenever he
wanted.

   And so Danny had become the angelic Kelly's pimp.

   Word got around that if you wanted some time with the hot little
religious girl, you talked to Danny, and spent some time in the back of the
boy's locker room.  Thirty got you a blowjob, her adorable mouth bobbing up
and down on your cock until you came with a groan.  For a hundred, you
could look up to see the tiny girl straddling your body on the bench,
bouncing up and down till both of you came, her with a scream she clearly
had to work hard to hold back, followed by sobs that wracked her body as
she milked your cock.

   For two-hundred, you got to take her tight little ass.  Not many guys
could afford it, but those few who could said it was like going to heaven.
And she came then, too.

   For the rest of the year, Kelly sold her body to whomever could or would
pay, and many boys in the school (and a few teachers) did so.  On a number
of occasions, she was hired to do threesomes with other girls (for a pretty
penny), and Mrs.  Anderson went down on the pixie-like girl several times.

   And through it all, Danny collected the money, and had sex with the cute
young girl most days, and held her while she cried herself to sleep.

   Needless to say, the whole thing got back to her parents eventually (the
cam shows were probably not a good idea), who threw her out, disowning her.
Danny took her in and continued to take care of her as she desperately sold
herself...making money for a goal that she knew she had to achieve.

   Porn movies had been Danny's idea, and a brilliant one.  She sold her
body less often, but for more money, and Kelly Buttons - as she came to be
known, her nipples looking like buttons on her flat chest - was enormously
popular for her incredible, delicate beauty, and her screaming, sobbing
orgasms.  Danny was careful to keep her working enough that she was sated
(he'd figured out some time ago that some unquenchable need drove her), but
never let her do any of the most extreme stuff she would have agreed to if
someone had offered her money to do it.

   It was during a video (titled "Buttons on the Bottom") with Candace's
huge-breasted stripper mother Lauren (who occasionally did porno now) that
Kelly had found what she was looking for.  After several lesbian scenes
with the older woman, and a bukkake scene with guys cumming all over the
two of them while they screamed in orgasm, Kelly had found out where Lauren
had gotten her new huge tits.

   And Danny, reluctantly since he loved Kelly's slender little body, but
knowing it was something she needed, had flown the two of them to Mexico to
see the doctor Lauren told them about, breaking down in tears at her own
plight.

   Danny had been very careful to stay with Kelly when the drug was
administered, paying top dollar from her considerable savings for the
chemicals and insisting on taking her out of the strip club immediately
back to their hotel room to avoid the trap Lauren's mother realized much
later that she'd fallen into.

   Pulling herself up from the bed, Kelly stood on trembling legs as the
director shoed most of the people out of her apartment (she did most of her
filming here now).  Her enormous breasts dangled in front of her with their
huge red nipples still hard...almost always hard.  They swayed in front of
her, hanging to her belly-button in spite of their firmness.  She walked
gingerly - so hard to keep her balance now, even though she was so happy
with her huge titties.  And if her sales were any indication, so were her
fans - enjoying the irony of the "Kelly Buttons" name, now.

   Sure, they'd made a couple of little mistakes in their plan, not knowing
what the drug would do entirely.  And Danny had taken just the slightest
bit of advantage of the time when the drug left Kelly so malleable.  But
really, she hadn't minded too much on the first part...and Danny loved her
so much and had always taken such good care of her that his other little
fetish that he had guiltily whispered into her ear that night, playing with
her out of control little body..., well.

   She had been horrified at first, but she certainly couldn't resist it
now, and it didn't make her love him any less.

   The door closed on the last of the film crew as she wobbled out of her
"office" into the bedroom she shared with Danny.  She walked over to Danny
who leaned down to kiss the tiny girl.  Kelly leaned up, trembling in
anticipation, as she did every time.

   As her husband and the only man she'd ever kissed locked his lips on
hers, Kelly began to squeal in orgasm.  His tongue slid over hers feeling
like he was licking her clit and she fell against him, cumming loudly as
they kissed.  That night in Mexico, he'd made her cum over and over while
they kissed, and now all it took was one kiss from the man she loved to
make her tiny body explode in bliss.

   She slid to the floor as Danny lowered her, no longer fighting her most
intense, most secret desire, that she never showed any of her clients or
fans.  Though it would have disgusted the old Kelly beyond reason, this
desire that Danny had instilled in her was his, and she kept it for him
alone.  It was the only thing she knew for sure hadn't stemmed from that
horrible night at Candace's house, which had somehow led to all this.

   She sat, trembling on her knees, her hands on the floor in front of her
as Danny got out her clothing that she wore at home.  He fastened it around
her neck and she looked up at her husband lovingly, eyes bright.  Danny
smiled down at his gorgeous, impossibly large breasted little wife,
thinking briefly how odd his life was.  And how lucky he was.

   "Did you like your little play date?"

   Kelly looked up at him with her big brown eyes.

   "Arf!"

   It was such a relief not to have to talk any more for Kelly.  Danny had
made it so hard for her to do that - still possible, but hard.  Once
everyone left, she could revert to how Danny liked her.

   "You want your bone, girl?"

   "Arf!  Arf arf!" Kelly barked excitedly.  Danny could see her dripping
with wetness already.  With a smile, he unbuckled his pants and let his
cock spring free, and Kelly crawled forward, her tag "Buttons" jingling. 
She excitedly licked at his cock dangling above her, whimpering and then
plunged her warm mouth over it, eliciting a groan from Danny that sent a
tingle of pleasure through her.

   As she expertly sucked her husbands cock, she thought of what the rest
of the night would bring - soon he'd fill her mouth with his delicious cum.
Then they'd have dinner (hers in her bowl beside the table), and then she'd
curl up at his feet for a while, and then he'd fuck her from behind and
she'd howl with pleasure.  And she wouldn't cry when she came.  Not for
him. Not any more.

   No, she didn't mind that he'd made this her semi-permanent state. 
Everyone else could rent her, but her husband Danny *owned* her.

   She was his girl, after all.
   The End