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 Author: wandrer
Title: See No Evil
Universe: Matam's Fetishes
Keywords: tg, tf, be, ff, mf, humil, best, magic
Summary: Gabriel acquires one of Matam's fetishes during a day of
housecleaning, only to discover far too late that he becomes whatever of
his desires that he sees.
Gabriel sat back down at his desk with a huff.  His quick shopping
expedition had been successful, and he finished hooking up the VCR to his
computer using the equipment he'd grabbed, brow furrowed as he played with
the various wires.  After a few moments, he reached over and turned on the

music, humming to himself as he continued to work.

   It was weird being in the house without his wife - he'd been away a few
times in the last year or two for work, but he couldn't recall the last
time he'd been home alone for a whole weekend by himself.  On the one hand,
the quiet time to himself was nice, and he'd been getting a lot done.  On
the other, it was surprisingly lonely.  She'd be back the next day,
however, so he thought he might as well put the time to good use.

   He slipped the first tape into the VCR and pressed "play".

   On the screen popped up an image that made his cock twitch in his pants.
The large-breasted girl on screen (Charlie, he recalled her name was) was
sucking on a very large cock that had been shoved through a glory hole. 
She knelt, happily slurping on the anonymous cock in front of her, her
pretty face with short dark hair bobbing up and down in the obviously
amateur footage.

   Gabriel had forgotten how much he liked these videos.

   He'd decided to use the time with his wife gone to clean out his office,
and upon stumbling on the box of videotapes that had been sealed for
several years, he decided today would be a good day to digitize all of them
once and for all, and throw the tapes away.  No sense in risking their
discovery.  Plus he hadn't watched them in years, but once upon a time,
he'd loved watching and rewatching these tapes.

   Now he downloaded most of his porn, of course - much of it far more
deviant than these - but still, as he watched the girl shift to slip the
cock into her wet pussy...these held a special place in his heart.

   And elsewhere, he thought, as he shifted his jeans to accommodate his
increasingly hard cock.

   Clearing his throat, he reminded himself that he had some things he
wanted to get done.  He could be distracted later.  He turned from the
image on the screen and began to empty out the shopping bags - various
cleaning supplies and storage containers emerged, a box of garbage bags...

   Finally, a small item fell into his hand, and Gabriel lifted it with a
chuckle.

   He couldn't say what had compelled him to buy the thing from the funny
little man standing outside the computer store.  The short fellow had
cheerily offered to sell him a "fetish", displaying a tray of small statues
and other trinkets...junk, really.  But something about the little man with
his wide-brimmed hat and questionable command of the english language was
amusing to Gabriel, and he felt sorry for him, obviously just scraping to
get buy.  So he'd grabbed five dollars and reached down to grab an item at
random.

   "Ah...interesting choice, sir," the little man had said sagely as
Gabriel lifted the statue from the tray, "Will make you like what you see
today!  Strongly suggest watching good movie when you get home...maybe
something with strong, rugged hero...smart and wily!  Like Indiana Jones!"

   Gabriel gave the man a weak smile.  He couldn't tell if the little guy
was really bad with the language...or just nuts.

   "Uh...OK...sure, I'll do that," Gabriel said, backing away, "Thanks,
um..."

   "Matam," the man said brightly, "Remember - Indiana Jones!"

   Gabriel had nodded and hurried back to his car.

   As Gabriel took a look at the little statue again now, he shook his
head. Who knew what the heck the little guy had been talking about.

   The statue was an odd little thing...a little statue of a man, with
abnormally large eyes, opened wide.  It was actually a little bit
disturbing to look at - just oddly enough proportioned to be subtly wrong,
but not wrong enough to be funny.

   With a sigh, Gabriel tossed the thing into his junk drawer.  One more
thing to clean up later, but for now he had bigger fish to fry.  He turned
to the piles on the floor with a look of resolution on his face.  On the
screen, Charlie began to make noises indicating she was close to cumming
from the large cock inside her through the glory hole.

   And in the drawer, the eyes of the little statue began to glow red.

   Gabriel let out a small grunt as his warm cum sprayed all over his
stomach and chest, a few splatters hitting his neck and arm.  He watched
the screen as the curvy woman with her huge breasts - Wifey, as she was
known on the internet - licked the cum of her husband's large cock off her
face, making happy noises as she did so.  Gabriel couldn't take his eyes
off of her, just like he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of Charlie
sucking cock after cock in her glory hole vids earlier...or the two teens
in that home video he'd loved, the smaller one screaming as the older girl
dominated and fucked her senseless...the tiny, petite redhead being
gang-banged by multiple guys, cumming loudly around the cock in her mouth
as two more filled her cunt and ass...or the cute, curvy blond licking cum
out of a bowl like a dog after ten different guys had jerked off into it...

   Gabriel gasped, blinking away dizziness.  He'd cum for the fifth time in
several hours.  He hadn't even thought that was *possible* for him.

   He couldn't seem to stop himself, which was frankly quite embarrassing.
Each video he put in brought back a pile of memories, and he found himself
sitting down to watch it after swearing he was going to stop, work on his
office...

   Instead, he found himself staring at Wifey, giggling as she scooped cum
off of her ample tits and slurped it off of her fingers happily, while her
husband played with her large nipples.  Gabriel let out a small moan of his
own...the cum tasted *really* good, so salty and warm...

   He blinked, then jumped up with a yell of disgust, his stomach turning
over.  He'd been licking his own cum off of his fingers, scooped up from
his chest where it had sprayed all over him!  What the fuck was he doing?

   Gabriel walked out of his office, stomach still queasy, to go take a
shower.  He had to get out of there...he'd clearly been jerking off way too
long!  He couldn't believe he'd been doing something so completely
disgusting.  Ugh.

   He didn't notice that he was licking the rest of the cum off of his lips
the whole way to the bathroom, periodically making small "mmm" noises.

   "Mmmm...I missed you," Annie said, cuddling up against Gabriel in bed.
Her soft body with her large breasts nestled up against his chest as he
curled an arm under her.

   "I missed you too," he said happily, kissing the top of her head, her
red hair tickling his nose.

   He'd been ecstatic when Annie had come home, as it finally forced him to
leave his office and get away from those damn videos.  Gabriel wasn't sure
what the hell had come over him yesterday.  He'd gone back to his office
after showering, and had found himself right back at it.  He couldn't seem
to stop himself from watching the videos as he copied them.  He'd probably
cum twelve or thirteen times by the end of the day - maybe more.  He
couldn't even imagine how that was possible.

   Even worse, he'd found himself doing strange things - things he'd never
even thought about before, even with his own seriously depraved mind.  He'd
licked up his own cum several more times, and though his stomach rebelled,
he'd found himself captivated by the taste.  A couple of times, he'd come
out of a masturbatory haze to find himself with a well-lubed toy that he'd
tried to get his wife to use on occasion in his sore ass.  And once he'd
done both, having lay on the floor and jerked off into his mouth on his
back while he came with the toy sliding in and out of himself.

   He'd gone to bed feeling extremely confused and completely disgusted
with himself.

   But when he'd woken up in the morning to Annie's cheerful yells...he
felt totally normal.  The previous day's activities seemed like a dream. 
He'd have been convinced they were, if not for the digitizing device still
hooked to his computer.  He'd avoided even looking at the videos, and was
tempted to delete them, but he'd at least thrown away the tapes, finally.

   The rest of the day had been blissfully uneventful, and he was enjoying
being in bed, cuddling with his wife.  Nice and normal.

   Annie made a small happy noise, and suddenly slid one hand over his
chest.  Gabriel tried to suppress a grin at Annie's standard prelude to
sex. She usually slid a hand through his chest hair, then slowly over to
move a finger across...

   Gabriel yelped loudly as his whole body pulsed with pleasure as Ann's
fingers slid over a nipple.

   "Well," Annie giggled in surprise, "someone's a little sensitive
tonight. I take it you missed me?"

   Gabriel just moaned as she began to pinch and pull on his lift nipple,
rolling it between her fingers.  He'd always been a little sensitive for a
guy, but...nothing like this.  Jolts of pleasure shot through him, almost
like he was cumming already.  When she lowered her warm mouth to his right
nipple, he let out a small sob, completely incapacitated by the sensation
flowing through him.

   "Wow, that is *fun*," she said with another giggle, and threw the covers
off of his body.

   His cock was rock hard and sticking straight up.

   Still smiling and playing with his nipples, Annie crawled up and swung a
leg over him.  He moaned as she lowered her red-furred pussy to his cock
and rubbed herself wetly up and down the shaft, spreading her warm pussy
juice around a bit.  It felt nice...though not nearly as good as the
pinching and pulling at his crazily sensitive nipples.

   Annie's large, soft breasts jiggled and swayed above him as she
maneuvered herself into position, his head pressing at the stretching
entrance to her cunt...then slid herself down onto his cock with a moan of
her own.

   As she did, she pinched his nipples, hard.

   Gabriel yelled and his body bucked beneath her as suddenly he was
cumming.  And like he'd never cum before.  It seemed to go on forever, his
cock jerking and reverberating up to his nipples, pinched painfully,
wonderfully between his wife's fingers as he came inside her.

   Finally, gasping and sobbing slightly, the orgasm stopped.  He laughed a
small, unbidden laugh as ripples of pleasure went through him, little
aftershocks of the main event a few moments before.  Finally, he blinked
away tears and looked up at Annie.

   His wife was staring down at him with her gorgeous green eyes, mouth
wide in astonishment.

   "Oh my god...what was *that*?" she said.

   "I...I have no idea," Gabriel gasped, honestly.  He realized suddenly
that she was still on his softening cock - of course she was, she'd barely
been on him for a second before he came.

   "Oh god...I don't know what happened.  I've never...you never even got
to..."

   She smiled, a little ruefully.

   "It's OK...I'll admit I was looking forward to cumming myself, but
whatever happened to you just now...wow.  I wish I could have some of
*that*."

   Guilt washed over Gabriel as she slid off of him with a wet slurp.  He'd
never let himself cum without making sure his wife came as well.  At the
very least, he usually licked or fingered her to an orgasm or two before
they fucked.  But never after, of course, and certainly not now that she
had his cum inside her...

   His stomach tightened and his mouth went dry, as he was suddenly filled
with hunger pangs.  He gasped, blinking and licking his lips.

   "It's OK," she continued with a sigh, "we can pick up where we left off
in the morning when you're...Gabe, what are you doing?!"

   Gabriel had scrambled between his surprised wife's legs and was
spreading them wide.  Her red fur between her legs was matted down with her
own wetness, her pussy lips bright pink in her still apparent arousal.  The
scent of her sex wafted up to him, along with the scent of his own cum,
starting to dribble out of her still slightly open hole...

   With something between a growl and a sob, Gabriel dove down into his
wife's cunt, and began to slurp and lick at her, driving his tongue into
her well-used hole.

   Gabriel let out an involuntary moan as his cum poured out of her into
his mouth as he sucked at her pussy.  Annie groaned loudly herself as
Gabriel licked and sucked at her, drawing her clit between his lips, and
within a few moments she yelled out in her first of several orgasms.

   After several minutes, the gasping Annie pushed Gabriel away from her,
still licking and sucking desperately at her cunt.  He fell away, licking
his lips, and blinked in dazed surprise.  Then began to blush furiously,
fortunately hidden in the darkness.

   "That was...oh my god, Gabe, that was.." Annie gasped for words, but was
obviously exhausted from cumming repeatedly from his questing tongue.

   Gabriel crawled up next to her and lay down, feeling utterly drained.

   "I can't believe you did that after..." she mumbled, cuddling up against
him, "I mean...I'm not complaining, mind you, but...um, thanks?"

   Gabriel grunted and lay down next to her.  She made a happy noise as she
nestled against him, and within moments was snoring softly.

   Gabriel stared into the darkness.  Tasting himself and her in his mouth,
as his heart pounded.  And reflected that he hadn't cared nearly as much
about licking her pussy as he had about sucking every last drop of cum from
inside her.

   What the hell was wrong with him?!

   Gabe moaned quietly in pleasure as he looked at himself in the mirror,
face burning with shame though he couldn't seem to stop himself.

   He'd spent the day at work as normal...well, almost normal.  He'd felt
increasingly off-kilter and out of place as the day had worn on, and had
found himself distracted in meetings, unable to focus at all.  His mind
kept wandering back to the night before, and the pleasure he'd felt
cleaning his wife out with his tongue.

   He didn't consciously notice that he was mostly looking at the other men
in those meetings as his mind wandered back to the previous evening.  Nor
did he catch himself licking his lips hungrily once more.  Though he did
catch himself occasionally "scratching" his nipples...and then blushing
furiously and yanking his hand away as he was definitely doing more than
scratching.

   It had been about midway through the day that he'd noticed the odd
glance one of the girls in his group had given him, and had looked down at
his shirt.

   His nipples were enormously hard, and showing quite clearly through the
fabric.

   Face burning, he'd immediately returned to his desk and grabbed his
coat. He'd worn it fully zipped for the rest of the day to cover himself,
regardless of how odd it looked - he could feel his aching nipples the
whole time.  They seemed to grow increasingly sensitive as the day wore on
- every shift of position seemed to send an increasingly hard to ignore
jolt of pleasure through him.

   On the subway ride home, he'd bit his lip to keep from moaning at the
pleasure the vibrations of the train were sending through him.  He felt on
the verge of orgasm the entire trip, his cock straining at his pants as he
blushed furiously and felt like everyone in the car was staring at him.

   He'd stumbled into his house, gasping, and called out loudly for Annie
before remembering that she had a work dinner and wouldn't be home late. 
With a groan he sprinted up to their bedroom.  As he walked in the door, he
began to rapidly strip off his clothes, noticing vaguely through his
distraction that they seemed oddly baggy on him.  Then he stumbled, naked,
into the bathroom.

   He'd let out a choking sob as he looked at himself in the mirror. 
Something was very wrong.

   Gabe was a big guy - well over six feet, and heavy-set, with hairy arms
and chest and a less-than desirable gut that fit his heavy build.

   Or he had been when he'd left that morning.

   Now, he was noticeably thinner and shorter.  He still looked like
himself, just...younger?  Younger didn't quite cover the changes, but he
was more slender, his features more delicate.  Even more bizarre, atop his
bald head was a soft, downy layer of red fuzz.  His belly had dwindled
noticeably - something he would normally have been happy with, but that
looked very wrong now, especially since all of the hair there was
completely gone.  As was the hair on his arms - or at least had turned to
barely visible light downy hair.  And his chest hair was gone completely.
And his nipples...

   He stared at his nipples in disbelief.

   He'd previously had normal male nipples - a quarter-sized light pink
area with little bumps on top.  Sensitive yes, but otherwise unremarkable.

   They were certainly remarkable now.  The area surrounding them was a
deep, dark red, and was probably three inches across.  And the nipples
themselves were probably half an inch long and almost as thick, hard and
aching.  He'd reached up to touch them....

   And that was where he was at present.  Groaning as he pinched and pulled
on his bizarrely enlarged nipples.  The pleasure was incredible - it felt
better than stroking his cock.  Which was rock hard sticking in front of
him...though he realized with dismay that it looked a little smaller. 
Normally he was slightly above average in size, but now it looked like it
was only perhaps four inches long...

   With a series of loud grunts, Gabe came suddenly.  His cock jerked and
began to spray cum all over the bathroom counter.  Normally, he came
quietly, but right now he couldn't seem to stop himself from letting out a
loud moan with each throb of pleasure from his nipples and cock.

   Finally, after what seemed like a much longer time than his orgasms
usually went on, he stopped cumming, gasping for air.  That had felt so
*good*.

   And he'd cum so much...

   He let out a small whimper of disgust but couldn't seem to stop himself
as he leaned down and began to lick his cum off of the counter.  As the
first of it touched his tongue, he let out an embarrassing groan of
happiness at the taste, licking excitedly till it was all gone.

   As he pulled up, horrified at what he'd done, he was suddenly overcome
by a crushing exhaustion, overriding both his confusion and his guilt.  He
stumbled from the bathroom and managed to just make it to the bed before he
collapsed forward.

   He was asleep before his head landed on the comforter.  The last strands
of sunlight streamed in through the window, shining off of the
close-cropped red hair on top of his head.

   Gabe woke suddenly.  He blinked against the darkness and then looked
blearily over at the clock - it was 10:30.  With a small gasp, he pulled
himself to his feet.  His mouth still tasted deliciously (disgustingly! 
disgustingly!) of cum from earlier, reminding him of what he'd done.

   A noise downstairs caused him to freeze.  A giggle?  It sounded like
Annie...and there was a male voice as well.  What was a guy doing home with
her?

   Gabe thought about calling out, but something stopped him.  Instead, he
reached for his robe and pulled it on.

   It was absurdly large.  The sleeves hung over his hands and the bottom
of the robe bunched up on the floor.  A chill went over him as the
implications of that teased at his slowly waking mind.  This was very, very
wrong.

   A sudden yelp - definitely Annie's voice - from downstairs pushed any
thoughts of self-inspection out of his mind.  Annie sounded like she was in
trouble!  He quickly grabbed her robe instead and pulled it over him
(horribly, it fit much better...but was actually still a little large on
him), and sprinted for the stairs.  He ran down to the living room, where
the lights were on dimly...

   And stopped cold, staring in shock.

   Annie certainly wasn't in any distress.  It would have been hard for her
to look much happier.

   She was lying back on the couch, her blouse open to reveal her large
breasts bouncing and jiggling freely.  Her pants and panties were on the
floor, and one leg was draped over the back of the couch while the other
was pulled back to her chest, in one of her favorite positions with Gabe.

   Except, of course, the man whose large cock was plunging wetly in and
out of Annie's cunt while she made her small yelps of pleasure was clearly
*not* Gabe.  Gabe watched the man's ass rise and fall as he plunged in and
out of Gabe's wife, her yelps deepening towards her sounds of orgasm.

   Before she could cum, Gabe managed to choke out:

   "A-Annie?"

   His voice cracked as he said it, rising sharply to a high-pitched
squeak.

   Annie's eyes flew open and saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs.


   She screamed.

   The guy leapt off of her as Annie stared at Gabe in obvious shock.  She
clearly didn't expect him to be here.  How could she not?  Even worse, how
could she do this to him?  Bringing home some random guy - Gabe vaguely
recognized him from her office, actually - and fucking him on their couch?
Did she *want* Gabe to catch her?

   The words that came out of her mouth as the guy flipped on the light,
illuminating the room brightly, sent a freezing chill through Gabe's body.

   "Who-who are you?!" Annie yelled, "What the fuck are you doing in my
house?"

   Gabe stared at her for a moment, mouth agape in confusion.  The guy
spoke first, before Gabe could find his voice.

   "You heard her, uh, dude!  Who are you and what are you doing here?!"

   The ridiculousness of the situation finally allowed Gabe to gather
himself together enough to respond.  Though he realized horribly that he
had to tear his eyes away from the guys large, glistening cock, covered in
Annie's pussy juice.  His nipples had started to ache again.

   "What the...Annie, it's me!  Gabe!  Your husband!"

   Once more his voice was cracking horribly.

   Annie looked at him like he was crazy.

   "What are you *talking* about?" she said, "I'm not married!  I've never
seen you before in my life."

   Gabe shook his head in disbelief.

   "Are you...is this some kind of joke?  We've been married for three
years!  Look around...look at..."

   Gabe looked around the room.  And he felt sick.

   The room was covered in pictures, and looked vaguely like the room he'd
walked into a few hours ago.

   Except for the fact that not one of the pictures contained any
indication that Gabe had ever been in them.

   "I...I don't understand," Gabe whispered, pitifully.

   He looked up to realize that the man was advancing on him.  Gabe
definitely remembered the guy now - he was one of the summer interns at the
office where his wife worked.  A good-looking, athletic guy, several years
younger than they were.  Gabe was significantly larger than him, however.

   Or had been.  Gabe looked up, confused and terrified as the guy towered
over him.

   "Get the hell out of here," the guy growled protectively, "or we're
going to call the cops..."

   Gabe backed towards the front door, fear coursing through him.  This was
all so very, very wrong.  Why was he smaller than this guy?  Why didn't
Annie remember him?  What the hell was happening?  He looked over at his
wife, trying to cover herself.

   "Annie," he said in a pathetic whimper.

   The man took a step towards him.

   Gabe turned and stumbled out the front door, bare feet slapping on the
sidewalk outside as he ran down the block.

   When he finally got a few blocks away, he stopped, gasping, standing in
nothing but a bathrobe.  With no money, or clothes, or phone.  Thrown out
of his own house.  And it *was* his house!  He should be filled with rage!
He should be furious!

   Instead, he burst into tears, his body shaking uncontrollably as sobs of
misery and rejection ripped through him.

   Gabe pressed the buzzer on the apartment, shivering and miserable, and
prayed silently.

   After finally getting control of his embarrassing crying, he'd
desperately tried to come up with a plan.  He couldn't stay outside - this
was a well-lit area, with lots of people around...but they were staring
oddly at the person in the robe, barefoot, standing on the sidewalk crying.
And it was getting late - definitely not safe.

   Especially not in his current state.

   Gabe had found a window and had stopped to look at himself, and had
almost burst into sobs again.

   The person looking back at him was only vaguely recognizable as Gabe.

   He was shorter than he'd been since at least junior high - he was maybe
five-four, at best.  His body was slim and - a quick glance with he robe
open had revealed - mostly hairless.  His body was almost like a teenager's
body - especially between his legs.  His cock was tiny, as were his balls
now.  He could probably have been taken for a teenaged boy, in
fact...though his oversized dark nipples were incredibly out of place.

   Horribly, with the robe closed, he realized he could easily be taken for
a teenage *girl* - his face was so delicate now that it was essentially
androgynous, and he now sported short red hair - a pageboy cut - which was
a deep auburn color, in contrast to his wife's lighter copper-colored hair.
And the carpet, as they said, matched the drapes now - he sported red curls
down around his shrunken cock.

   Dazed, miserable, confused...he'd started walking.  Reviewing his
options as best he could in his head, he really could only come up with one
possibility.  And given Annie's reaction, he had no idea how it would work
out.  But if it didn't, he was completely screwed anyway.

   So he walked.

   About an hour in, his feet already killing him, it had started raining.

   So here he stood, an hour and a half later, soaking wet and shivering
(his new slender body did much more poorly in the cold and wet than his
former heavyset one did), as he waited for the door to the apartment to
open.  It was late, but he couldn't imagine that Russell would be asleep...

   The door opened, and Russ blinked out at the shivering, robe-covered
Gabe.  Gabe's stomach knotted as his friend looked at him blankly.  Oh god,
he didn't recognize him.  Gabe's life was...

   "Dude...what the hell are you doing standing in the rain in a robe?"

   Gabe could have kissed Russ at that point.  He wanted to burst into
tears.  But mostly, he wanted to step out of the rain into the warm
apartment, which - at an insistent gesture from Russ - he did.

   Shivering uncontrollably, he stepped into the cavernous loft that Russ
shared with a couple of other guys that Gabe knew vaguely.  They looked
over from the movie they were watching and gave him an odd look -
understandably - but one of obvious recognition as they both nodded at him.
In spite of his chill, Gabe felt a rush of warm relief.  He still existed.
Here, at least.  He wasn't completely crazy.

   "Dude," Russ said again as he led Gabe towards the back where his room
was, "what are you *doing* here?  I mean - I love having you over,
but...couldn't you have found a dryer way to come over?"

   Gabe laughed hollowly, more out of a desperate need for humor than
anything else.  He opened his mouth to explain - Annie, the changes, the
whole thing...then stopped.

   Russ obviously knew him like this.  He didn't think it was weird at all
that Gabe was now several inches shorter than Russ - whom Gabe normally
outsized massively.  Or that Gabe had red hair, rather than being bald. 
Or...

   "I, uh...listen, it's complicated.  Do you...do you mind if I crash here
with you for a few days?  I need to get some stuff sorted out..."

   Russ just looked at him, and shrugged agreeably.

   "Of course, buddy - my place is your place, you know that.  We certainly
have plenty of space.  Stay as long as you need to."

   The sudden overwhelming urge to kiss his friend welled up again...and
this time it was disturbingly visceral.  Gabe swallowed.

   "Thanks," he breathed, his voice cracking again, "I...I can't tell you
how much I..."

   Gabe caught himself in time - he was on the verge of tears again.  Russ
looked away pointedly.

   "No sweat.  Hey, you look freezing and exhausted.  Why don't you take a
hot shower and crash out on my floor.  I'll inflate the bed while you soak
for a minute."

   Not trusting his voice, Gabe nodded and stepped into the bathroom.

   The warm shower felt glorious.  His chilled body slowly warmed up as he
let it run over him.  The sensation of it running through his hair
was...odd.  He hadn't felt that in years.  But mostly it just felt great.

   He took a few moments to inspect himself once again in the mirror before
heading back to Russ' room.  He looked...he looked...

   Cute.

   Shaking his head at the bizarre person in the mirror - the short, slim,
"pretty" feminine-looking guy (if one looked closely) with red hair - Gabe
shuffled off to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel.  He was too exhausted to
even be horrified by his new appearance.

   Instead, he crawled under the covers of the inflate-a-bed Russ had put
out for him, and was asleep in moments.

   "Gabby.  Gabby."

   Someone was shaking his shoulder.  Gabe grunted.  Who was that?  He
loathed that nickname.  Besides, he'd just fallen asleep.

   "Gabby!"

   The voice wouldn't go away.  It was vaguely familiar.  Gabe opened an
eye.

   He found himself looking up at an amused Russ.

   "Gway," Gabe muttered, "jus fell sleep.  Tired."

   "Dude," Russ chuckled, "It's seven o'clock."

   "S'early.  Wakemeat noon."

   "In the evening.  You've been out for almost twenty hours."

   Gabe roused himself to wakefulness and sat up.

   "What?" he said in shock.

   "Yeah, you...uh..."

   Russ seemed to be distracted by something.  Gabe looked down and
realized that the covers had fallen off of his upper torso.  His enormous
dark nipples were clearly exposed.  They had also grown small mounds under
them overnight.

   Gabe let out a small squawk, both at the change and also at the
embarrassment of someone else seeing his...bizarre state.  He looked up to
find Russ blushing furiously as Gabe pulled the sheet up to cover himself
again.  Russ cleared his throat.

   "Anyway, I, uh - I would let you sleep, but we're actually having a big
party tonight.  Starts in an hour or so.  Thought it would be good for you
to get up, be social...might help you shake off whatever's bothering you."

   Gabe swallowed.  He didn't really want to be around people, especially
not with his strangely altered body and the other strange things that had
happened to him in the last...good lord, was it only two days?

   On the other hand, being around people did sound kind of like a nice way
to not think about things for a while.  And Russ and his roommates had
allegedly epic parties - Annie and Gabe hadn't been to any, having a more
conservative lifestyle these days, but he'd always been curious.

   "Uh, sure.  Why not?"

   He started to climb to his feet, then looked over at the now-dry robe
that was his only possession.  He sighed.

   "Do you...do you have some clothes I could borrow?"

   Gabby sat on the couch, nursing a beer and feeling sorry for himself as
he watched the three roommates laying out snacks and drinks for the party.

   Russ had sifted through his clothes, trying to find something suitable,
but had eventually wandered out of the room and come back a moment with a
pair of fuzzy gray sweatpants and pink t-shirt.  Gabby had looked at the
clothes - particularly the pink shirt - skeptically, but finally had pulled
them on.  He'd found that they both fit, although both were a little bit
large on him.  He asked Russ which of his roommates they belonged to.

   Russ replied that they actually belonged to Ed's girlfriend, Sujin. 
Gabby had swallowed, feeling a little sick to his stomach at that point. 
Sujin was a small, pretty asian girl - as a guy, Gabby had always thought
of her as remarkably petite.  Now he was wearing her clothes.  And they
were too big.

   He'd pulled himself to his feet, and again had to fight to keep from
bursting into tears.  He was noticeably shorter next to Russ - his friend
actually seemed quite large compared to Gabby now.

   As he'd followed Russ out of his room and into the large common area of
the loft, Gabby had checked out his hands and feet.  They were even more
slender than they'd been the night before as well.  And his body definitely
felt...odd.  Even beyond the disturbing little bumps that were mostly
covered by his large nipples.  He'd surreptitiously touched his crotch
through the sweatpants, and had nearly collapsed from the jolt of pleasure
when he touched his cock.  He'd caught himself, but had been terrified to
inspect further - both because of the overwhelming sensation, and also
because it had felt even smaller now, and he hadn't felt his balls from his
brief check.

   So he'd grabbed a beer, pulled his feet up onto the couch, and sat there
feeling miserable.

   He couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.  Obviously he was
changing, but no one else seemed to notice he was different.  Except, of
course, for Annie, who had completely forgotten he'd even existed.  What
could be causing all of this?  It had to have started somewhere.  Something
was tickling the back of his mind...

   "Need a little cheering up?"

   Gabby looked up to see Mark standing over him.  Mark, who was kind of a
skinny, geeky guy, but now outsized Gabby considerably.

   "What?" Gabby said, drawing his attention back to the situation at hand.

   "Something to cheer you up," Mark said again, holding out his hand. 
Nestled in his palm were a few little blue pills, each with a small heart
stamped in the middle.

   Extasy.

   Gabby reached up and grabbed one of the pills without really thinking
about it.  Mark flashed him a grin and moved off to set the others in a
safe place for later.

   Gabby turned the pill over in his fingers.  It had been a *long* time
since he'd taken the stuff.  He loved the feeling, though the aftereffects
were never very fun.  Still, he had to admit it was a little tempting...if
for no other reason than as an escape from the impossible horrors of the
last couple days of his life.  On the other hand, it certainly wouldn't
help him figure out a solution to any of it.

   He looked up to see the first of the party arrivals coming in the front
door.  They were boisterously greeting Russ and his roommates, with much
male back-slapping and raucous laughter.

   Gabby shook his head.  Fuck it.  He'd figure out a solution tomorrow. 
He tossed the pill into his throat and washed it down with a large swig of
beer.



   The loft was packed with people - they must have had over a hundred
folks wandering around - and it was pounding with loud techno music, the
middle of the greatroom having been converted into a dance floor.  Most of
Russ' friends were artists of one kind or another, but the partygoers
seemed to run the gamut from bohemian to yuppies, and anything in between.

   Gabby was having a surprisingly good time.  Of course, part of that
might have been the extasy kicking in over the last half hour or so.  As
usual, it had come up in waves, blissful happiness crashing over him, then
receding to a pleasant background hum, then crashing forward again.  Now he
was in a largely happy state of drug-induced euphoria.  His too-small body
thrummed with pleasant sensations - for the first time since this had all
started, he felt comfortable in his own skin.

   Oddly, he'd been gathering a small group of people - all guys, actually
- who seemed to drift over to talk to him.  He'd taken up position on the
kitchen counter - in part because being up there made his new height (or
lack thereof) less disconcerting.

   As he'd sat there, intending to mostly watch the party at a distance, at
least till the drugs kicked in fully, Mark and a couple of other guys had
drifted over to talk to him.  He'd chatted with them for quite a while as
the exstasy began to play at the edges of his awareness, and found that
they'd all hit it off really well - they'd talked about movies at length,
and music...and the guys all seemed to share Gabby's sense of humor,
laughing uproariously at every joke he made.

   By the time the exstasy was all the way up, he was the center of a group
of seven or eight guys, all seeming oddly focused on him.  He didn't really
think much of it, though he was oddly craving the attention - maybe it was
the drugs, or maybe the weird sense of rejection from his wife having
forgotten him, but he was really enjoying being the seeming center of the
group.

   Scott, in particular, he was having a blast going back and forth with,
trading jabs and jokes as the other guys all hovered around them.  He was a
friend of Mark's - the lead singer in the band they were in together. 
Scott was also - Gabby was secure enough in himself to admit - incredibly
good looking, in addition to being funny and confident.  Gabby found
himself oddly focused on the sandy blonde-haired guy.

   In fact...Gabby blinked as he realized that the rest of the group had
drifted away a bit, and Scott was standing...awfully close to Gabby now. 
In fact, at some point in the last couple of minutes he'd moved to stand
between Gabby's legs, which he hadn't realized he'd spread.  Gabby's heart
began to pound in his chest as he tried to clear his thoughts through the
pleasurable haze of the drug.  Scott's face was just a couple of inches
from Gabby's, that lopsided grin *way* to close...

   "Umm," Gabby said, nervously.

   Scott laughed, leaning yet closer.

   "Wait," Gabby breathed, his whole body tingling and reacting very oddly
to the whole thing.  He should be pulling away...*running* away...but he
couldn't seem to move, "what...what are you..."

   Scott leaned in and kissed him.

   It must have been a full minute before Gabby realized what he was doing
- kissing Scott back hungrily, his legs pulling Scott tight against his
body while the much larger man slid his arms around Gabby.  A sudden surge
of disgust and panic sliced through the drug-addled haze like cold water
through fire.  Gabby jerked his head away.

   He was kissing a guy!

   "I'm not...I'm not..."

   Scott tilted his head in an annoyingly attractive expression.

   "What?" Scott asked quizzically.

   "I'm not *gay*," Gabby squeaked out.  Though his body seemed to be
arguing the point.  What the fuck was happening?  Exstasy made him a little
adventurous, but not like this.

   He blinked in confusion when Scott laughed.

   "It's OK," Scott chuckled, "I mean - my girlfriend likes threesomes, but
we have an open relationship - she doesn't have to join in.  She likes to
watch, though...if you don't mind."

   Gabby's head spun at the non-sequitur.

   "Wh-what?" he said, incredibly confused.  But then Scott was kissing him
again.  And a sudden wave of exstasy washed over him once more, and he
moaned.

   And Scott ran a finger over one of Gabby's aching nipples.

   Gabby squealed loudly, uncontrollably.  The pleasure was astonishing. 
It had felt great when he'd been tweaking his own nipples the prior
evening, but that was nothing in comparison to someone else playing with
them, and while on exstasy to boot.

   He was passionately kissing Scott and starting to sob in pleasure...and
realized that he was moving.  Scott had lifted his small body off of the
counter, one hand on Gabby's ass tightly (it felt so nice), as he stumbled
through the doorway off of the kitchen, into the room Russ had labeled "the
playroom" with a mysterious chuckle.

   Gabby noticed a couple of other couples in the fairly large room through
his pleasure-haze, cuddling on the various mattresses strewn about. 
Wait...not just cuddling.  The brunette leaned back, bouncing up and down
on the cock of the guy beneath her, the rings in her large, pierced breasts
glittering as they bounced up and down.

   Oh no...

   Gabby let out a loud yelp of suprise suddenly as Scott dropped his small
body down onto another mattress.  He briefly stared into the
surprised-looking blue eyes of an adorably cute, petite redheaded girl,
before he turned back towards Scott and suddenly found himself being kissed
again.  Gabby tried to protest, but was horribly unconvincing, especially
as he lifted his arms to let Scott pull the pink t-shirt off in one quick
motion.

   "Mmm...I love your small tits..."

   Ice water again briefly washed over Gabby's increasing...lust, he had to
admit, and he looked down in horror.  A small sob escaped his lips.  He
did, indeed, have tits.  A-cups, probably, but clearly breasts, still with
abnormally large nipples.  Hard, aching nipples.

   He let out another uncontrolled squeal of pleasure as Scott's tongue
stroked over one of the large, hard nubbins, sending a blast of pleasure
through Gabby's body.  Vaguely, he heard suddenly that his voice was
abnormally high...it had been the entire night, he realized, but he hadn't
even noticed.

   Dizzy with lust and drugs, he suddenly realized Scott was sliding his
sweatpants down.  He ached down there...a feeling like none he'd ever had
before.  But he couldn't let this continue...

   "P-Please," he gasped out around another moan from Scott licking his
nipples.

   Scott, obviously mistaking what he was begging for, simply grinned.  And
was sliding off his own pants as he slid up between Gabby's legs.  Gabby
fought down a suddenly overwhelming urge to look down and see Scott's
dangling cock...

   "Wait," Gabby managed to whimper out, "I'm...I'm not..."

   Suddenly, something soft and warm touched him between his legs...and it
felt very very wrong.  It was touching something Gabby had never felt
before...something that was *not* part of his body.  It couldn't be.

   "Please, I..."

   Scott thrust.

   Someone was screaming.  It took Gabby some time to realize through the
wall of pleasure (and a little pain) to realize that it was him.  Some
little tiny part of him that remained an observer in the insanely
overwhelming storm of sensation blasting through him realized that this
must be an orgasm.  Though it was way beyond any orgasm he'd ever felt
before.

   And somewhere beyond the pleasure, he realized something was moving
inside him.  In and out.  Adding to the pleasure each time it slid smoothly
and wetly in and out of a hole that couldn't be there, but so much needed
to be filled.

   In and out of Gabi's pussy.

   After a lifetime of pleasure or two, Gabi finally began to wind down
from her first female orgasm, feeling the aching fullness of the cock
inside her.  Of course, with the exstasy still coursing through her system,
and brought up by the sex she was currently experiencing, she plateaued
only barely beneath cumming, and could feel it ramping up again already as
Scott thrust in and out of her impossible, wet cunt.

   Drooling and moaning incoherently, she tilted her head to the side as
the bed sank down slightly.

   And found a cock dangling in front of her mouth.

   Gabi didn't even think about it before she lifted her head and slid her
lips over the warm, soft rod.  She moaned in pleasure at the feeling of it
filling her mouth.  She hadn't realized until that moment that - like her
pussy - her mouth felt so much better when it was filled, too.  The salty
pre-cum was delicious, and her tongue teased the cock expertly, sliding
over the underside, stroking the head...

   The man attached to it grunted, and suddenly Gabi squealed in delight as
her mouth was filled with his salty cum.  Her ability to swallow it all was
hampered by the fact that in spite of how much she loved sucking cocks,
she'd never actually sucked one before.

   Wait...that couldn't be right...she hadn't...what was she...?  She?  She
wasn't a...

   Suddenly her body exploded in a second orgasm and the thought that had
been forming vaporized under it, as she slurped up the delicious cum as
best she could, some dripping down to her chest.  Somewhere in the
distance, she felt warmth spreading in her belly and realized gloriously
that Scott was cumming inside her.  His cock throbbed, stretching her
never-used, incredibly tight pussy wider and wider.

   She moaned in disappointment as the softening cock in her mouth slid
out. But almost immediately, another one was dangling in front of her.  She
sobbed with relief and slid her mouth around the new cock.  This one tasted
wonderfully of both pussy and cum already, and she realized that it must
have been from one of the guys fucking one of the girls in the room.  It
was only partly hard, so she began teasing it with her tongue, feeling it
grow wonderfully rigid between her lips.

   She let out a moan of disappointment as Scott's cock slid out from
between her legs, leaving her achingly empty.  But she rolled onto all
fours to get a better angle on the cock she was sucking.  And then shivered
with delight as she felt hands grab her hips and another hard cock teasing
the cum-filled entrance to her pussy...

   Gabi blinked dizzily as a familiar voice chuckled over her shoulder. 
She was coming down off of...how many orgasms had she had?  She was still
grunting in vague pleasure as some unknown guy continued pumping his cock
in and out of her sopping pussy.  She looked up at him vaguely - did she
know him?  He didn't look familiar.

   Neither did either of the guys whose cocks she was stroking with her
slender hands, for that matter.  Though all three looked happy.

   Dazedly, she looked down at her body, shivering as she looked first at
the cock sliding pleasantly in and out of her red-furred pussy, hair matted
down.  Her small - B-cup, now, however - tits glistened with sticky cum, as
did most of the rest of her body - cum from...how many guys?  She couldn't
remember.  She'd lost track after the fourth or fifth cock had entered her
mouth and a similar number had cum in her well-used cunt.  Some might have
been the same guy, though, she wasn't sure.

   Some distant voice was screaming at her in her head, but between the
continuing haze of the drugs and the glorious cocks in her hands and cunt,
she couldn't really focus on much beyond the delight of more cum.

   The guy on her left let out a telltale grunt, and she made a little
noise of happiness, turning her head towards and opening her mouth wide.

   She was staring once again at the pretty redhead, with hair down to her
shoulders.  She looked quite a bit different than she had when Gabi had
seen her earlier, though - her red hair streaked with cum, and her smallish
tits shiny with it, mouth open wide...

   Gabi suddenly let out a small whimper of horror as the screaming briefly
made itself more clearly known.

   Gabi was the cum-covered redheaded girl.

   "Man, Russ...your girlfriend is such a *slut*."

   Gabi would have turned to see who Russ' slutty girlfriend was, and she
recognized Mark's voice speaking, but at that moment the cock in her hand
exploded, and she made an involuntary squeal of delight, catching the cum
on her tongue as it sprayed across her face and chest.  She mewled happily,
tasting and feeling the cum on her face.

   She heard Russ chuckle.

   "Oh, I know.  I guess I should take advantage of that, huh?"

   Gabi grunted as she felt the cock in her pussy jerk and start cumming
inside of her.  She loved that feeling.  Almost as much as she loved one
cumming in her mouth.

   "Looks like...Jim, right?  Looks like Jim's done with her cunt for the
moment, Mark.  You want a turn down there?"

   "Nah...I'm not really in the mood tonight for sloppy...what, twelfths?
Thirteenths?  I might borrow her tomorrow, though, once she's clean again."

   Russ grunted.  Gabi felt fingers gently press up on her chin, turning
her face away from the dripping cock that had just cum on her, till her
eyes settled on another large, hard cock.

   She let out a little shivering sigh of pleasure.

   This one was oddly not new to her, though she knew she'd never seen it
before.  The cock was the most wonderful one she'd ever seen however. 
Somehow it was just...perfect.  Exactly what she wanted.  To suck, to be
fucked by...anything.  Trembling with excitement, her eyes drifted upwards.

   To find Russ grinning down at her lovingly.

   A small whine escaped her lips as he leaned forward, bringing his cock
closer.  Gabi tried to summon up disgust, horror, anything at the
realization that the delicious, wonderful, glorious cock belonged to her
friend Russ.  Her friend as a guy.  Who was now her boyfriend.  As a girl.

   But as his cock slid between her lips, even her pretense at such
feelings evaporated.  He slowly slipped inside, her tongue caressing his
cock as it slid in.  She was almost cumming just from having him in her
mouth.  It just felt so right.  It was where Russ' cock belonged.

   In her mouth, Russ' cock was home.

   Gabi stood in the shower, letting the warm water roll over her, and
letting her tears flow into the stream, hidden.  It was rare that she had a
breakdown like this any more, but when they came, she'd learned not to
fight them and just to be miserable for a few minutes till they passed.

   It had been three months since the night of the party.  Three months
since Gabriel had completely ceased to exist, to be replaced forever by
Gabriella - or Gabi as most people called her.

   She'd woken the next morning, horribly confused, at first still thinking
she was a man.  Then the memories of the night before had come crashing
down on her, and she'd scrambled to her feet.  With the exstasy gone, she
was able to think at least vaguely clearly once more.  And she realized it
had all been real...she was still in the playroom, on the cum-covered bed.

   The bed where the night before she'd fucked, sucked or stroked two dozen
men, letting them cum in or on her repeatedly.  And loving every second of
it.

   Slowly, terrified, she turned to look at the mirror behind the bed that
she vaguely remembered was there.  And saw herself.

   Gabi burst into tears.

   Other than the fact that she was covered in dried cum from head to toe,
she looked then almost exactly like she did today - her transformation had
finally completed overnight.

   Gabriel was completely and utterly gone.

   The girl looking back was perhaps five feet tall.  Her fiery auburn hair
tumbled over her shoulders down to the middle of her back, matching the
matted red curls covering the pink lips of her well-used pussy.  The hair
framed an adorably cute, extremely young-looking face, with pretty blue
eyes sparkling over an adorably upturned nose and luscious yet oddly sweet
lips.

   Her body was perfect yet tiny.  Pert little ass, slender, gorgeous legs.
Feet that were a foot fetishist's dream.  She generally looked as she had
the night before during her gang bang.

   Except, of course, for her tits.

   They were almost comically large.  Impossibly so on her tiny, petite
frame.  Though at least they finally fit the enormous, wide nipples she'd
already developed.  And though they were gorgeous, they had a slight sag
and heft to them that showed they were clearly natural.  The large nipples
angled slightly downward, as happened with natural FF tits, as she would
later discover they were.

   Russ had come in perhaps a half hour later to find her still standing
there, staring at herself silently with tears streaming down her face. 
He'd probably assumed it was a post-extasy crash (it would later become
clear why he certainly wouldn't think it was guilt over the night before or
anything so silly as that).  He'd grabbed her by the elbow.

   "C'mon babe...let's get you cleaned up."

   She'd followed him blindly to the shower as he pulled her by the hand,
stumbling along in a daze, not really able to process anything.  When
guided, she'd climbed under the warm water and stood their as the cum
washed off of her small body.

   Then Russ had climbed into the shower with her, and she'd made her first
discovery about what kind of girl she really was.

   As soon as she saw his cock, waves of arousal and excitement began to
wash over her, almost like being on extasy again.  Before she even realized
what she was doing, and in spite of her exhaustion she was sinking to her
knees, tongue reaching out towards his hardening cock.  Russ hands on her
shoulders stopped her, and she'd been unable to stifle a whimper of
disappointment.

   Which turned into a moan of excitement as he spun her around and pushed
her slightly forward, spreading her legs so she was ready to be entered
from behind.  When he plunged his cock into her already sopping wet pussy,
she'd cum immediately, squealing loudly in pleasure at the glorious
sensation of being filled that she was growing increasingly used to.  As
Russ plunged his cock deep inside her with every thrust, her pussy gripped
his cock gloriously, and when he reached around to pull on her nipples and
play with her dangling, jiggling tits...she'd cum again...and again...and
again...

   After he'd finally cum inside her, she found herself kissing him with
desperate devotion, his cum running down her thighs as he soaped up her
glorious body and rinsed her off.

   She'd spent the rest of the day following him around like a puppy,
desperate to cater to his every whim.  She helped him clean the apartment,
and sucked his cock till he came in her mouth, and made him lunch, and
spread her legs and screamed in pleasure while he fucked her cunt on his
bed...

   It was only when he had to leave for work that some semblance of Gabi's
former mind had returned to her, and she'd collapsed into sobs of
humiliation and disgust.

   And desperate need for Russ to come back.

   Unfortunately Matt and Ed had come home first.  And she'd made a new
discovery.  She might be Russ' girlfriend, but she was essentially communal
property.

   When Russ came home to find her passed out on the floor naked, Matt's
cum dripping from her pussy and Ed's cum dribbling out of her mouth, he
simply smiled and sat down next to her, stroking his gorgeous sleeping slut
girlfriend's hair and periodically playing with her nipples and listening
to her moan in her sleep.

   Over the next few days, Gabi began to loathe being alone, even though it
meant her normal mind returned, for the most part.  Self-awareness was
misery - when the boys were around, she was just a little cum-slut, too
horny to think about much other than sex.  She stripped for them, and
fucked them, and sucked them - always with a preference for Russ, but
really happy as long as one of them was inside her somewhere.

   When they weren't there, she was forced to face what she'd turned into
with full awareness.  Thinking about it - who she'd been, what she'd
lost...what she'd become...it tore her up inside.

   But she also finally figured out what had happened to her.

   It was really when she was inspecting her body once again that the
thought came.  She was...perfect.  Gorgeous and sexy, but in a way that was
completely approachable somehow.  Her adorable face screamed "girl next
door" and something else about her seemed to scream just as loudly "will
fuck anyone, even you".  Her body was so tiny and cute, but her
breasts...tits that most strippers would have begged for.  Even her red
hair was perfect.  The perfect wet dream girl.  The perfect fantasy.

   The perfect porn star.

   And that was when it clicked.  Gabi looked at herself in the mirror and
suddenly realized she was looking at something like Wifey's tits, one of
the teen lesbian girl's bodies, the other girl's face, the glory hole
girl's lips and striking eyes, the gang-bang girl's hair...

   The perfect amalgam of all the porn videos he'd been watching that day.
Just like her mind.  And the fact that she'd happily fuck anyone, and
preferred the taste of cum to anything else, and was constantly horny and
wet and...

   It had to have been the fetish.

   She didn't know how such a thing was possible, but it was the only thing
that fit.  What had the little man said?  "Will make you like what you see
today..." - it wasn't a promise, it had been a *warning*.  Had the man been
saying Gabriel would turn into whatever he saw that day?  And Gabriel had
been unable to stop watching those porn videos...

   Oh god, the fetish had turned her...*him*...into this.

   Maybe if she could get it back?  Destroy it?  That would have to break
the spell, right?  She needed to get to Annie somehow, to talk to her, to
get back into their house to find it.  It still had to be there...she
prayed it was still there.  How could she...?

   The party the next weekend - that was her only chance.

   After several attempts, she finally remembered to suggest to Russ (while
licking his cock absent-mindedly and giggling happily) that he should
invite some of his old friends to the party.  She'd seen them in one of his
photo albums, but she'd never met any of them...

   After he came all over her tits, he agreed it was a great idea.

   Unfortunately, the timing didn't work out so well for Gabi.

   Ed's girlfriend Sujin returned from her business trip a couple of days
before that party.  And it turned out that the little gorgeous asian girl
remembered having a very special relationship with Gabi.  Mostly in that
Sujin liked to use and humiliate Gabi.  Which of course, the other
roommates and Russ in particular found highly entertaining.  And Gabi
herself was insanely, horribly aroused by.  And incapable of saying no,
especially since Russ ordered her to obey Sujin as her mistress.

   It didn't help that the little asian girl's body would have driven
Gabriel wild - thin and petite, with little a-cup breasts and dark nipples
against her porcelain skin, black hair above and below framing a face and
pussy that were equally appealing to Gabi.  Though Sujin was strictly
off-limits for touching by any boys other than Ed, she didn't mind letting
the other two roommates watch her use Gabi for her own entertainment, and
they welcomed watching the two girls together.

   Which was how she found herself kneeling on the ground next to Sujin,
naked except for a collar around her neck attached to the leash Sujin held,
large tits jiggling as she panted and watched all of her friends from her
former life come in to the party including, finally, her former wife.

   And Gabi spent the entire night unable to make any sounds other than
those of a dog, thanks to her mistress Sujin's orders.  She crawled around
the living room, looking up from dog-level at the partygoers and panting
and whining at them desperately.  Occasionally her nipples would drag on
the carpet and she'd whine in pleasure, though the one time Sujin caught
her doing it intentionally she got a hard slap on the ass.

   Greg was the first to fuck her - they'd been friends since college.  It
turned out that he sported a surprisingly thick cock that stretched her
almost painfully wide as he came inside her.  A few minutes later, she was
tasting Craig's delicious cum as his cock filled her mouth - another
college friend, and Annie's cousin - made even more appealing since she was
being fucked by Carl at the same time, and then by Matt, both of whom had
been Gabriel's roommates for two years.

   As a guy, she'd fantasized about sleeping with Annie's little sister
Karen on a number of occasions.  But she certainly hadn't ever imagined it
would be as a girl that she licked Karen to three screaming orgasms, the
flavor of the pierced little goth chick's cunt so like Annie's.  Karen had
Sujin make Gabi do some tricks, laughing as Gabi lay on her back like a
dog, panting with her arms pulled up to her chest and her legs spread wide,
and then whining loudly while Karen used one pretty foot to grind against
Gabi's wet clit and cunt until she howled in orgasm.

   An oddly familiar sound of disgust caused Gabi to open her eyes...and
she found herself looking up at Annie, watching the scene with disapproval.
She'd always disapproved of her little sister's extreme decadence, and from
the look on her face, thought this was excessive, even for her.  And the
look of utter disdain she leveled at the naked, cum-covered, whining slut
that was Gabi hit her like a bucket of cold water.

   For the first time in days, her insane nymphomania and inability to
think clearly evaporated.  She choked out a sob as the realization of what
she was and what she was doing hit her again with the same force it had
that first morning.  But Gabi pushed all that back as best she could, and
looked up at her former wife.

   "Annie," she gasped hoarsely, "please...you have to listen..."

   Annie looked aghast that the naked girl on the floor smelling of sex and
cum and with her sister's foot pressed against her wet cunt was even
speaking to her, let alone knew her name.  She took a step back, nose
wrinkling.  Karen and Sujin looked similarly shocked, Karen for similar
reasons to Annie, Sujin because her little dog-slave had spoken without
permission.

   "Please - Annie, it's me...I was...," Gabi stifled another sob and
stopped herself.  She couldn't explain the whole story - Annie would simply
think she was crazy.  Plus, if she was going to do this, it had to be fast,
as Sujin's shock was turning to the faux anger of a disobeyed mistress, and
Annie looked likely to run at any moment.

   "D-Downstairs, in your basement," Gabi gasped, levering herself up on
one arm, huge breasts flopping over as she shuddered from the pleasure of
rubbing against Karen's foot, "there's an office...in the d-desk, there is
a little statue of a man...you have to destroy it.  Please...unh..."

   Gabi let out a grunt as Karen, even through her surprise, couldn't
resist sliding a toe into Gabi's wet cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure
through her.  Her new personality was starting to press into her mind
again, small waves of blissful arousal starting to wash up against the
shores of her rationality.  Sujin was also starting to walk around the
coffee table, a dark glint in her eye.  Gabi tried to focus.  She had only
one thought to make sure Annie remembered and would be convinced something
strange was going on, even if it was going to horrify Annie.  She looked
into the woman's eyes.

   "Your first orgasm was when you were seventeen," Gabi hissed, trying to
be quiet enough that Sujin wouldn't hear her, though Karen obviously could,
"and it was from your golden retriever, Max...you were stuck under your bed
trying to reach a brush, and he started licking you between your legs while
you were trapped there and you came twice and that's why your favorite way
to cum is from being licked and why you've always felt funny about big dogs
because they make you get wet even though you don't want to and..."

   Karen gasped loudly and looked up at her older sister, stifling a
snicker.  Annie had turned scarlet from the roots of her hair down to her
neck in mortification.  She'd never told anyone that story other than
Gabriel, once when they were cuddling on X and she asked him to go down on
her so she could fantasize about that first orgasm.

   Gabi wanted to say something else, but suddenly gagged as Sujin grabbed
her collar and yanked her away from the bright red Annie.

   "Bad Gabi!  Bad girl!  I told you no speaking!"

   "Please," gagged Gabi, even as she felt the waves of sluttish obedience
crashing over her once more, "check the desk...destroy the..."

   Gabi let out a squeal as Sujin pinched one of her large nipples hard,
sending a blast of pain and pleasure through her.  Her former wife, a
panicked look on her face, swallowed hard, threw a dagger-filled glance at
her stunned and giggling sister, and then spun on her heel and ran out the
front door of the apartment.

   Gabi collapsed to the floor, overwhelmed once more with lust and
humiliation and the need to obey her mistress for the evening.  She licked
Sujin's toes, panting and wagging her perfect ass, and then cried out with
loud whimpers as Karen gleefully spanked her at Sujin's request until Gabi
came from that with three of Karen's fingers in her wet cunt.

   She spent the rest of the night tied to the coffee table with a ring gag
in her mouth, her huge tits dangling over the edge.  As people walked by or
sat on the couch, their feet would often (intentionally or unintentionally)
brush her nipples, sending maddening jolts of pleasure through her.  One of
the girls, giggling, settled each of her large tits into a cup of ice
water, making her nipples ache painfully, and then lay on the floor licking
them with her warm mouth until Gabi came, sobbing and drooling through her
gag.

   And, of course, she was used repeatedly in that position, her mouth and
pussy eventually both dripping with cum.

   What little was left of Gabriel's mind inside her began to fray at the
edges that night, as she was fucked senseless by almost every guy she had
been friends with as Gabriel.  Each of those first few who had fucked her
came back for another round, and it simply got worse from there.  Some time
later, she'd realize that there was something about her new body that made
everyone around her a little crazed and want to use her in spite of their
normal judgment - none of her friends were normally quite this promiscuous.

   But this night, she was simply the party fuck-toy, as her lifelong
memories of her friends were replaced with those of her being fucked by
them.  Her cunt and mouth were filled with the cocks and cum of friends
from high school (Kevin, Jeff, Rob, Trent, Sean, Alex), from college (Walt,
Nick and Rick - the twins who used her from both ends at the same time,
George, the other Jeff)...former roommates, former classmates, former
sports mates...it was almost like Russ had organized a party just for her,
or at least for Gabriel.  And though she came over and over and over, the
horror of who was making her cum like that clawed constantly at the edges
of her mind.

   The only time she broke down and cried was when she was being fucked by
James.  Gabriel's best friend since elementary school.  James had been best
man at Gabriel's wedding.  James also, as it turned out, had a very large
cock that felt incredible sliding in and out of Gabi's well-used pussy.

   Gabriel had also been best man at James' wedding to Gabriel's cousin,
Tracy.  Whose pussy tasted absolutely delicious while Gabi licked it while
Tracy came with loud, drunken squeals - especially delicious since it had
been filled with James' cum just a few minutes before.

   After that, something snapped and she retreated into pleasure and the
slut that she now was, Gabriel and his life forgotten, at least for the
night.  She only felt the barest twinge of horror and humiliation when Russ
drunkenly announced he was going to "break the seal" on Gabi's unused ass,
and promised that it would be available for public entertainment at their
next party.

   She came hard from being fucked in the ass, of course, even through the
pain.  The crowd around her cheered and applauded as she squealed loudly
around her cum-covered gag.

   When the party finally wound down, Gabi was a quivering, sticky, dazed
pile of flesh.  She barely even noticed when Sujin began taking snapshots
of her, giggling, and then put them on the main TV as a slide show.  Gabi's
little body, legs spread over the coffee table, cum dripping from her
forced open mouth down to where it puddled on the floor as it ran down her
dangling tits and dripped from her large nipples.  And an even larger
puddle of cum beneath her pussy, her cunt red and raw and bubbling slightly
as cum ran out of her.

   When Sujin finally untied her, Gabi ached everywhere.  But at a
whispered command from her mistress, she turned with a whimper and a smile
and tiredly began to lap at the huge pool of cum that had streamed from her
cunt to cover the table.

   They found her the next morning, asleep on the coffee table, smiling
face lying in the puddle of cum, tongue occasionally darting out to lick at
it in her sleep.



   In the two months since the second party, she'd become almost entirely
Gabi, with just the faintest remnants of Gabriel left within her.  Her life
mostly consisted of fucking in its wondrous variety, and doing anything and
everything for Russ, who she loved so much she felt constantly like she
would burst.

   It helped that the more of a slut she was, the more Russ seemed to like
it.

   Her new web site was raking in money for the three roommates - it was
rare to find a girl in porn so absurdly gorgeous as she was who was also so
completely and totally willing to do anything.  The video of her trip to
the glory hole to suck and fuck five anonymous cocks was immensely popular,
as were her "pick-up" videos - the videos where she'd gone out with Russ to
pick up someone at a club and bring them back to fuck her.  Two guys and
one girl so far.

   In two months, she'd posted a video a day.  And each day their
membership had increased substantially.

   The latest ploy Russ had come up with was the gang-bang auction.  Twenty
slots, auctioned off to members of the site.  The bidding was still going
on for the event the next month.

   She tingled when she thought about it.

   Her "home" life was just as interesting as her "work" life.

   When Sujin had come home from her next business trip, she'd picked up
where she'd left off with Gabi before.  But now with a twist.  It turned
out that Sujin and Karen had *really* hit it off at the party, and had been
emailing back and forth quite a bit since then.

   Gabi had been the biggest topic of conversation.

   Karen had always preferred girls (much to Annie's discomfort).  And
she'd definitely developed a little obsession with Gabi.  Fortunately for
her, Sujin and Russ both loved the idea of sharing Gabi with Karen.  Russ
in particular, since more often than not, Karen joined Gabi in his bed. 
Gabi quickly became an expert at Karen's body, which was about as far from
Annie's (or Gabi's) as possible.  Karen had short black hair, and tiny
A-cup breasts with tiny pink pierced nipples.  Her pussy was always cleanly
shaven, with a little clit piercing that glittered when she walked around
naked.

   Gabriel had always had a thing for Karen.

   Now Gabi was her plaything several days a week.  And loved every second
of it.  From daisy-chaining with Sujin and Karen on the living room floor,
to licking Karen's pussy and ass while being fucked in her own by Russ, to
Karen squatting over Gabi's open mouth to let Russ' cum drip out of her
while Gabi shivered with pleasure...

   After a month of being shared by the roommates as well as Sujin and
Karen, Gabi looked a little different.  Her thick nipples each sported a
large gold ring through them.  Her clit had a similar one, forcing the
sensitive bud out from its hood permanently - she sometimes came just from
her panties rubbing against it and her bra against her nipples while she
walked.  She'd become an expert with her new tongue stud on both cocks and
pussies.  And of course she'd sucked and fucked the guy who did all her
piercings as a tip.

   Lately they'd been talking about getting her tattooed - Karen had seen
some girl labeled "the pass-around girl" with nasty, humiliating tattoos
all over her body.  The only reason they hadn't yet had Gabi labeled was
that they couldn't all agree on the final set.

   None of which was why Gabi was crying now.

   One of the things about having Karen around so much was that she talked
about her sister, Annie, who she was living with.  Mostly complaints - her
sister was so conservative, and always disapproving of Karen.  Though
apparently Karen's threat to reveal Annie's first and best lover (though
Annie hotly denied it) to the world had simply moved them to the point that
they avoided each other most of the time.

   But every little bit of news was like oxygen to the hidden part of Gabi
that was Gabriel.

   And three days ago, the oxygen had hit flame.

   After the three girls had been fucked - Sujin by Ed, of course, Karen by
Ross, and Gabi by Matt, though Karen had let her lick Ross' cock while it
slid in and out of Karen's wet, bare pussy - Gabi was busy cleaning the cum
from Sujin's pussy while Karen waited her turn...and mentioned that Annie
had been in a bit of a tizzy yesterday, tearing up the downstairs office
looking for something.

   Gabi had nearly fainted as Gabriel suddenly came forth.

   And she actually had fainted when Karen asked Ross and Sujin if she
could take Gabi home with her for the weekend while they were both out of
town.  After that, Karen was going to move in with all of them - she'd had
enough of being in that house with Annie, and couldn't resist being with
Gabi full time.

   And *that* was why Gabi was sobbing in the shower.

   The embers in her mind that were still Gabriel had fanned to life,
flickering with hope.



   Gabi walked into her old house, trembling with the excitement of a first
time lover.  If Karen had noticed Gabi's nervousness on the ride over, she
hadn't said anything.  Gabi was wearing Karen's favorite outfit - a short,
short skirt with high bobby socks and platform heels (no panties of
course), and a tight half pink t-shirt that barely held her braless boobs
back, with sparkling letters spelling out "Toy!" in the valley between her
tits.

   Karen had seemed nervously excited herself, telling Gabi about the
friend that Ross and Sujin had given Karen permission to play with Gabi
with.  Gabi was only half listening, both from her own nervousness and
because Karen had ordered her to play with herself on the drive but *not*
to cum...which required extreme concentration for Gabi.

   Gabi stepped nervously into her old living room, mind churning with
confused emotions, even as her body ached for release from her
ministrations in the car.  She looked around, growing more confused.  The
house was decorated very differently from when she'd been here last - it
looked much more like Karen's style than Annie's.  All the pictures were
missing as well.

   Something felt wrong.

   Gabi turned to Karen, looking the girl in the eye for a change due to
her platform shoes.

   "Where's Annie?"

   Karen looked at her blankly for a moment.  Then responded:

   "Who's Annie?"

   Gabriel screamed in Gabi's mind.

   Karen looked past Gabi, and grinned nastily.

   "Oh look...here's your new friend for the weekend.  I know you're all
wet for him already, but I should at least introduce you first..."

   Gabi turned at the quiet noise behind her, feeling sick to her stomach.

   A small cry of horror escaped her lips when she saw who awaited her
there.  The last sound Gabriel would ever make.

   The large golden retriever sat panting, tongue lolling out the side of
it's mouth.  He was a beautiful dog (and very much a he) - his fur an
amazing reddish color that was painfully familiar to Gabi.  He opened his
mouth and something fell out of it, clattering to the floor.

   Gabi looked down to see the head of the fetish, broken off.  And heavily
chewed.

   "Gabi, this is Andy.  Andy, say hi to Gabi.  Speak!"

   The dog barked loudly, once.  Then looked up at Gabi with mournful eyes.
They were a striking, familiar, impossible green.

   "Gabi, why don't you let Andy make you feel all better after the car?"

   What was left of Gabriel fractured and evaporated in Gabi's mind under
the weight of this final horror.  The girl sobbed once, then giggled, then
crawled down onto the floor, turning her very wet pussy towards the dog.

   She quivered and whimpered with excitement, waiting patiently to be
fucked by her wife.  Who she loved.
   And who would be sharing her home again so very soon.