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 7Author: wandrer
Title: Switch
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Matam's Fetishes
Keywords: tg, body swap, mc, mf, ff, humil, be, pierced, tattoo
Summary: A gift of one of Matam's fetishes leads to a man changing
bodies with his best friends wife, and both of them descending into
depravity.

   "Switch" by Wandrer (in the world of Matam's Fetishes)
Summary: mind-swap, tg, mc, humil
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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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   "Switch"

   Lisa shifted the packages she was carrying around in her arms with a
grunt.  The small woman knew she probably shouldn't be trying to carry all
of them home by herself - still, she was in a hurry, and it wasn't like she
was going to call her husband, Greg, to come pick her up just a few block
from home.  She could certainly...

   "Whup...oh....noooo!!"

   A small trip on the broken sidewalk, and her precariously balanced
armload suddenly became airborne as Lisa fell forward with a yelp.  She
threw her arms out, but her eyes were mostly following the flight of all of
the shopping she'd done over the last several hours, her quick mind
calculating which contents of which packages were going to break on impact
with the...

   "Whulf!" Lisa caught herself as she hit the sidewalk with a gasp, then
let out a sharp cry as the smallest package landed in front of her with the
clear sound of glass breaking.

   "Oh...dammit," she yelled, tears coming to her eyes.  That had been the
one she'd bought as a small gift for David and Michelle - Greg's best
friend and his wife.  She'd been so happy she found it - Greg, always very
surly, had been even worse the last few weeks as work stress was beginning
to get to him.  She'd hoped that finding a nice present for his friend
might cheer him up (and make him a little less snarky).  She reached out a
slender hand towards the package, trying not to cry with frustration...

   ...and blinked as she realized that a pair of sandaled feet were sitting
motionless next to it.  She looked up in surprise, and then scrambled to
her feet, flushed with embarrassment.

   "Oh!  I...I'm sorry!  I didn't see you...I didn't hit you with any of
the packages, did I?"

   As she stood, brushing herself off, she stopped speaking in surprise. 
Standing in front of her was a very small man - even shorter than she was,
which didn't happen to Lisa very often.  He was of some hard to determine
oriental ethnicity - brown leathery skin with wrinkles, and soft brown eyes
that twinkled with mirth (or something like it) beneath a broad-brimmed
hat.

   He stood with a grin, holding the other most breakable package in the
bunch.

   "Not at all.  I did, however, catch this for you.  Perhaps you would
like it back?"

   "Oh!  Thank you!"

   Lisa reached for the package, glancing down at the other adornment of
the small man - a tray balanced before him on straps over his shoulders,
covered in small trinkets and statues.  A sign read "Fetish's - $5".  The
tray held almost uncountable statues in all shapes and sizes - people,
buddhas, animals, and things that were...unidentifiable.

   She realized as she looked at them, and then looked around, that
somehow, miraculously, not one of the packages that had flown from her arms
had hit the man or his tray.  They lay around him, all but the one she knew
was broken seemingly in remarkably good shape in spite of their unintended
dispersal.

   "Oh god, I am so sorry - I could have knocked all of those over!  Oh, I
am so, so sorry..."

   The man grinned wider.

   "No harm done, miss.  Please, take your package.  Perhaps you would like
to buy a fetish?"

   "Well, I...sure," Lisa said.  They certainly weren't the kind of things
she would ever buy, but at $5, it wasn't like they were very expensive, and
it seemed like the least that she could do, even if they were junk...

   Her eyes lighted on one of the larger ones and she paused, staring at
it. It was a stylized representation of a man and a woman embracing, one
flowing into the other as they wrapped around each other.  It appeared to
be made out of some kind of stone.

   It was remarkably beautiful.

   Even more importantly, she thought as she looked down at her broken
gift, it was *exactly* the kind of thing that David and Michelle loved,
having similar statues all over their apartment.

   "Is...how much is that one?"

   "All $5, miss."

   "Really?" Lisa said, shocked, "Are you sure?  That one seems like it
should be more."

   She stopped and blushed - was she really trying to talk the man into
charging more for something she was about to buy?  That was definitely the
guilt and embarrassment talking.

   The man nodded broadly.

   "Yes - all five dollars.  Consistency, you know.  It is beautiful,
though, is it not?  It is for making the perfect mate..."

   Lisa nodded as well, and reached into her purse, pulling out $5.

   "Very beautiful, yes.  Thank you."

   She gave him the money and then reached out for the small figurine.  As
it touched her hand, she shivered suddenly.  As she held it up to inspect
it, another figure on the tray fell over with a rattle.  Had she not been
enraptured by the first fetish, she might have caught the strange look of
exasperation on the small man's face as he grabbed the second (prone)
statue.

   "Ah...and since you are such a...nice lady, this one really should go
with it..."

   Lisa reached out to take the second statue with a look of surprise as
the man waved her away as she grabbed her purse for more money.

   "No no - these want to go together, I think."

   "Well, uh...thank you.  Thanks very much!"

   Lisa held up the second statue, again with a shiver, and her brow
furrowed as she inspected it.  It was of a very similar style to the first
- featureless, stylized human figures, seemingly two male and two female -
but the positioning was odd.  The largest of the four stood in such a way
that its arm curved down around one if the kneeling females and seemed to
melt into the back of her head, while its arm wrapped around the second
female, drawing it in for a kiss, again with it's hand flowing into the
back of her head.  The kneeling female was directly in front of the second
male figure (standing alone).  From her position, it almost looked like she
was...

   Lisa began to blush furiously at the idea of what the second female was
doing.

   "Thank you for your business," the small man beamed as Lisa hurriedly
placed the second statue in her purse, "may it bring you and the recipient
much pleasure."

   As the man toddled away and Lisa gathered up her packages once again, it
fleetingly crossed her mind to wonder how he knew that it was a gift for
someone else.  But that was quickly forgotten as she continued home,
walking quickly in the hopes of making it home without any further mishaps.

   "Yeah....yeah...uh-huh...I know, I...uh-huh..."

   David rolled his eyes at the phone tucked under his chin.  A bassy,
somewhat piercing voice could be heard coming from the phone, without much
interruption as it clearly ranted about something.  David began to pick up
and sort through the mail on the kitchen table as it was obvious he wasn't
going to get a word in edgewise any time soon with Greg in this kind of
mood.

   "Uh-huh...I, hey - what's this?"

   David held up the package that was buried underneath the mail, and
inspected the return address.

   "What?  Yeah, I'm listening to you!  Dude...chill, I just - did you guys
send us a package?"

   David started to pull open the paper around the small box.

   "Huh.  I see.  So you're saying *Lisa* thought it would be a nice
present for us.  Kidding!  I'm kidding.  Man!"

   With a sigh, David thought, on the one hand how unfortunate it was that
Greg and Lisa lived so far away, and on the other hand, how sometimes he
was relieved that Greg was now her problem and not his.  His best friend he
might be, but sometimes he was so damn surly...

   The box finally opened, and David tilted it so that the contents slid
out into his open hand.  A sudden shiver went through him as the first cool
stone statue settled into his palm - a small stone statue of four figures
that he set on the table.  He then shook the second statue out, along with
some tissue paper that was wrapping it.  He lifted the second one up to
look at it, with another odd shiver.

   "Wow...they're beautiful!  Thanks!"

   David turned the statue over in his fingers, looking at the smooth way
the two male and female figures seemed to flow into each other.  As he
turned it, he found that it looked almost like the figures shifted in the
light, so it was difficult to tell which was the man and which was the
woman.  As he inspected the figurine, his eyes drifted up to the clock, and
he spat out a curse.

   "Shit - I gotta go catch my flight!  Yeah...to DC today.  Yeah.  Just
till tomorrow.  Uh-huh.  Yup, still staying at your place tomorrow night.
Sucks that you'll be out of town, but it'll be good to see Lisa.  Listen, I
gotta go - tell her we love the statues.  Well, I'm sure Michelle will,
too. Yeah.  Later."

   Quickly setting the statue down on the table next to its counterpart,
David set the phone in its cradle and grabbed his bags.  Glancing at his
watch, he let out another small curse and rushed out to catch a cab to the
airport, hoping he would make it in time.

   David awoke into the half-light of early morning and was suddenly
intensely disoriented.  Where was he?  He felt strange...this wasn't his
room.  A strange tickling sensation in his head seemed to be accompanied by
a...voice?  Something like a voice...a dream maybe?  Fading...

   Through the haze of half-consciousness, his brain slowly pieced together
a memory of what was going on.  DC.  Right.  He was in DC, for work - he'd
arrived yesterday, and had spent most of the day in meetings.  Today would
be more meetings, and then off to Greg's place overnight for a quick set of
meetings there before heading home.

   He was parched.  He blearily tried to find the clock in the darkness,
and then leaned in close to see it.  For some reason he'd thought the clock
was on the other side of the bed when he went to sleep last night.  And his
vision was even blurrier than it usually was at this time of morning.
6:00 am.

   Christ.  He'd barely gotten three hours of sleep.

   With a yawn, he slid out of bed, fumbling in the darkness to find the
bathroom.  His body felt really weird, but between the grogginess and
general disorientation he felt, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

   Finally he reached what he thought was the bathroom, and reached up to
switch on the light.  It took him a moment to find the switch - it was
higher up on the wall than he'd expected.  This hotel definitely laid
things out oddly.

   The sudden flare of light made him squeeze his eyes shut with a small
grunt.  Blinking furiously against the light, he began to fumble around
trying to find a glass on the countertop.  It was only after a few moments
of confusion that he realized that the counter didn't appear to have any of
the standard hotel fare such as water glasses.  Though...what was all this
stuff on the counter?  Pink toothbrush, soap, a pink-handled hairbrush...?

   David looked up, blinking away the remaining blurriness, and looked at
himself in the mirror.

   Then blinked.  Then blinked again.

   Then screamed.

   The high-pitched female voice that came out would have been a shock,
were his brain not already in such a state of intense disbelief that it
barely registered on him.

   Staring back at him from the mirror was the pretty face of Lisa.  Greg's
wife.  Screaming, as he was.  Under other circumstances, he would have been
taking in the tiny woman's gorgeous, naked body.  She was incredibly petite
and slender, with smallish, perky A-cup breasts topped with surprisingly
dark and prominent nipples.  Between her slim white thighs was nestled a
patch of brown fur that matched the brown hair that tumbled down to her
shoulders.

   Under normal circumstances, he would have quite enjoyed seeing her
naked.

   As it was, he was staring to hyperventilate.

   "What's wrong?  What is it?"

   David turned at the unexpected voice to find himself looking up at his
best friend, Greg.  He'd never had to look up at Greg before, being several
inches taller than his still-tall friend.

   Not any more, however, as David looked up into the now much taller
Greg's face, a face wearing an expression of bleary concern for his
screaming wife.

   With a small squeak, David's eyes rolled up and he fainted, falling once
again into blackness.

   David's eyes crept open slowly.  What a bizarre dream he'd been
having...

   "Geez honey, are you OK?"

   David's eyes snapped wide open and he turned his head to once again see
Greg's concerned face leaning over him.

   Not a dream.

   "Oh, god," David breathed.

   Greg smirked down at him (her?) - an expression David knew well.  Though
he'd never seen it from this angle.  He realized he was lying on the bed
again.  Still naked.  As was Greg.

   "Well you're awake then.  What the hell happened?  Why did you scream
like that?"

   "Greg, I...listen, I..."

   David found to his horror that try though he might, he couldn't say what
he wanted to: "I'm not Lisa!  I'm really David!  I don't know what the hell
is going on but for the love of god put some clothes on and let me get up!"

   Finally he managed to squeak out:

   "I though I saw something weird."

   Greg raised one eyebrow in his classic and infuriating expression of
"what the hell are you talking about".  Then favored the person he thought
to be his wife with a mock pout.

   "Did my poor little wife have a nightmare?"

   David, still disoriented and trying to figure out a way to tell his
friend what was really going on finally gave in and nodded noncommittally.
In many ways, David certainly *felt* like he was having a nightmare.

   Greg's expression suddenly returned to something like his former smirk,
though subtly different somehow.  It was an expression David had never
seen, and when Greg's eyes obviously drifted down his naked female body he
realized with horror why he'd never seen it and what it must mean.

   "Well, since you got me up all early like this, I guess I might as well
take advantage of it before I have to go to work."

   "Greg, w-waitmmpph!"

   David's eyes widened in horror as Greg lunged in and began kissing him -
her.  He was horrified, disgusted at the thought of kissing another man,
and even more so at the thought of kissing *Greg* of all people.

   And yet, of course, he wasn't kissing "another" man at all.  *She* was
being kissed by her husband.  And the body David was in was quite used to
kissing Greg, and moreover, liked it quite a bit.  As her questing tongue,
acting of its own volition, indicated, not to mention the rising tingle
through body parts that he'd never owned before.

   He tried to muster up some ability to resist Greg's advances, though his
resistance was crumbling fast.

   And then Greg reached up and cupped one of her small breasts, a rough
thumb drawing over a *very* hard nipple.

   David moaned loudly, his feminine groan of pleasure filling the room
even though muffled by Greg's mouth.

   Greg pulled away from the small woman's lips with a grin.

   "Wow, *someone* is a little sensitive today!"

   David would have responded in some way - indeed, this was the perfect
opportunity to try to resist what was happening.  But he was somewhat
overwhelmed.  In his male body, his own nipples were extremely sensitive -
much more so than most men's, he knew.  And if someone had told him that he
could experience a thousand times more pleasure from his nipples, he would
have had trouble imagining what that could possibly be like.

   Now he knew.  And as Greg's hand cupped his other breast and both thumbs
began to stroke her nipples, David let out a choked sob of pleasure,
gasping in disbelief at the overwhelming sensations of his new female body.

   He realized, vaguely, that Greg was shifting position while David/Lisa
moaned, reduced to writhing in pleasure at his touch.  Suddenly the hands
lifted from his nipples and David let out a small whimper of
disappointment. As the tingling pleasure faded to a dull throbbing matched
by something between his legs, David suddenly realized that Greg had
grabbed her feet and was pushing them upward, spreading her thighs.

   David blinked, gaining some sense of awareness through the haze of lust
his new body was feeling, and realized that Greg was poised above him,
between his/her spread legs.  Her small body was folded in half, her small
feet up near her face.  Vaguely, David remembered how, in his own foot
fetish, he'd always found Lisa's dainty feet incredibly attractive.

   With as sudden reawakening of his earlier horror, David belatedly
realized what was about to happen.  He looked up at his grinning,
dark-skinned friend, blissfully unaware that the mind inside that pretty
little body was quite male.  Greg hovered above him, looking lustfully down
at his beautiful wife.

   David's eyes drifted downward and his pretty eyes widened.  In all the
years they'd known each other, he'd never seen Greg naked.  He realized
suddenly (and with a small amount of envy and a large amount of horror)
that though part of it might be his new diminutive size, it appeared that
Greg's cock was quite a bit larger than David's own...well, in his male
body.  And David wasn't small, by any stretch.

   "Wait, wh-what are OHHHHHH..."

   Greg suddenly slid his cock up and through the folds of David/Lisa's
pussy.  The pleasure was unreal - it made the sensations from his new
nipples seem almost tame in comparison.  The sensation each time Greg's
cock slid over David's new clit elicited a sobbing moan of pleasure that
reduced any possibility of words to the same senseless mush that David's
brain seemed to be becoming.  Greg slid his cock up and down in David's new
slit, and wet squishy sounds emanated from between his/her legs.

   "My god, honey, you are so *wet*!"

   David choked back a sob.

   "Please...please," he whimpered.  He could not have told you what he was
begging for - for this bizarre nightmare to stop, or for Greg to bring the
spiraling, aching pleasure where it so desperately wanted to go.

   Greg, however, knew only to interpret his wife's begging moans in one of
the two ways.  And with a grin, he attempted to sate her obvious need, as
well as his own.

   "AANGGGGGGGHHHH!!!"

   David's eyes went wide as Greg suddenly plunged his cock into his/her
dripping, aching pussy.  And once again, the pleasure reduced even the
previous unimaginable bliss to a pittance by comparison.  She.  Felt.  So.
FULL!  David had periodically fantasized about what it might be like to
have sex as a woman, but he'd never imagined...it could never have been
like...

   Someone was screaming, loudly and repetitively.  As David clawed at
Greg's back with each thrust, through the blasting waves of pleasure
ripping through his small, female body, he realized two things: the
screaming must be coming from him, and that this could only be what a
female orgasm felt like.  Some small, crushed part of his mind also prayed
this was an orgasm, because he thought that if he felt any more pleasure,
he might be reduced to a drooling, cumming vegetable.

   As he/she screamed and sobbed in bliss, he vaguely heard Greg starting
to grunt as well, and as a second wave of explosive pleasure ripped through
her small body, he suddenly felt something warm spreading inside his belly.

   As he came down from his second female orgasm, he began to cry quietly
as he realized he'd just been fucked by his best friend...who had cum
inside his wet cunt.  And he'd loved every second of it.

   He shivered as Greg began stroking his hair.  Apparently crying
afterwards wasn't entirely abnormal.

   "Wow.  You came hard there, huh?"

   David's small body shuddered in aftershocks of pleasure, and all he
could do was utter a wordless moan of something like assent.  After a
moment, Greg pulled himself off of his small wife and his cock slid out of
her.  David let out a loud, involuntary whimper as she felt her pussy throb
in pleasure and then sudden emptiness as he slid out of her cunt.  Greg
kissed her and then rolled off the bed.

   "Gotta get to work..."

   David lay there, gasping for breath, as cum dribbled out of his gently
pulsing pussy.

   As Greg got ready for work, David closed his eyes and feigned sleep.  He
was terrified to do anything at all for fear of inviting more sex from his
oblivious friend (and even more terrified that he might want it, from the
aching tingling in his female body that seemed to take forever to fade). 
He managed to hide his wakefulness until he felt Greg kiss him gently on
the cheek, and then a few moments later heard the front door close.

   David opened his eyes and swung his legs off of the bed, blushing deeply
as he felt the cum starting to ooze out between his legs.  As he stood, he
had to catch himself on the bed - his small legs were incredibly wobbly,
both from the intense orgasm he'd experienced a few minutes earlier, and
from the intense bizarreness of the situation (and body) that he found
himself in.  Finally he found his feet, though, and walked gingerly to the
bathroom.

   Though he knew what he was going to see when he walked in, it was still
somehow a shock, and one small hand flew to his mouth as he looked into the
mirror to see his best friend's tiny nude wife staring back at him.

   "Oh my god," he choked out, "this can't be happening."

   He stood, fascinated and horrified, and felt his new body while staring
at it in the mirror, verifying that he was feeling what he was seeing.  He
cupped his small, perky breasts, careful not to touch his nipples for fear
of the sensations that would bring, and still gasped at the sensual
pleasure from the completely unfamiliar orbs.  His hands wandered
downwards, feeling Lisa's smooth belly and thighs, her tight little
ass...one hand hovered near the cum-covered folds of her pussy, and his
breath quickened.  Slowly, with some effort, he pulled her small hand away
to resist touching herself there.

   As he watched the pretty little woman in the mirror fondle and touch
herself, he began to feel a strange aching warmth between his legs, which
seemed to be echoed in his now-hard nipples.  He realized that he must be
feeling Lisa's body getting turned on - he was certainly attracted to the
adorable little woman in his normal body, and had often wondered what she
looked like naked.  Now that he was watching her...himself...standing nude
in front of the mirror, it was clear that his attraction hadn't diminished.
The faint smell of sex wafted up from his obviously wet pussy - the smell
of an unfamiliar woman, arousing him further in its own right.

   Lord...he was in a body that just looking at in the mirror would get him
turned on.

   Dizzy with disbelief, arousal and confusion, David started the shower
and, after a few moments stepped under the warm water to wash his new body
off.

   He gasped at the sensations that flowed through him.  The water seemed
to outline every curve, every fold of the new body that wasn't his own.  As
water ran over his small breasts and hard nipples, he let out a small
whimper of pleasure.  As it poured between his thighs and over his slit,
washing away the cum, he let out a moan.

   This can't be normal, he thought shivering just outside the limits of
actual pleasure, she couldn't possibly be this sensitive all the time -
she'd never be able to function!

   As he began to wash his small body, it only became more distracting, and
finally he found himself giving in to the temptation.  With a small groan,
he ran the soap over first one nipple, then the other, shivering in
pleasure.  Almost unbidden, the other hand slid down between his slender
thighs, which he spread to allow easier access to his pussy.

   As his fingers touched his new pussy, he moaned loudly.  The feeling was
unbelievable.  His fingers slid through the slippery folds and then,
trembling, found his clit.

   David squealed.

   The pleasure as his fingers slid over his clit was unreal.  He fell back
against the shower wall, the water running over his small body, as his
fingers rubbed and rolled the little nubbin back and forth.  He was gasping
and sobbing in pleasure.  His other small hand fell away from his breasts,
dropping the soap, and he savored the sensation of the streams of water
striking his hard nipples as he slid his hand down over his ass, and slowly
towards the folds of his pussy...and then slid two fingers into his hot,
wet cunt.

   David screamed.

   He began cumming almost immediately, writhing in the shower as he
pounded his fingers into his cunt from behind while his other hand stroked
and rubbed his clit.  His second orgasm followed on the heels of the first
and he was sobbing incoherently as that one burst into a third.

   Finally, after coming down from his fourth orgasm, he was able to regain
some modicum of control, and pull his fingers from his throbbing cunt.  His
legs were even more shaky now as he stepped out of the shower and began to
towel his small, exhausted body off.

   He caught his eye in the mirror and began blushing furiously at what he
had just done, the red cheeks adorable on Lisa's pretty face.

   David sat at the kitchen table in Lisa's bathrobe, drumming his fingers
on the table.  He'd made some coffee, only to discover (and remember) that
Lisa didn't like the taste of coffee.  It seemed that his reactions and
tastes were some sort of bizarre blend of his own and hers.  He'd sat there
for over an hour staring at the cooling coffee, his mind racing, trying to
figure out what had happened, whether this could possibly be real (it sure
*felt* real).

   Finally, he grabbed the phone, and dialed the hotel where he had been
staying in DC.  A brief conversation with the front desk determined that
"he" had left about an hour earlier.  He then dialed his cell phone, which
went straight to voicemail.

   "Uh...hi...David?  Uh...this is...Lisa.  I think you might know what
this is about.  Call if you get this.  Bye."

   He found that he still couldn't actually say what had happened out loud,
even to the voicemail.  With a sigh, he stared at the phone in frustration.
Would Lisa (assuming she was in his body) know that she was supposed to
come here?  With any luck, she'd figure it out, and would arrive soon. 
Maybe together they could figure out what had happened.  And more
importantly, how to reverse it.

   Finally, he drew a deep breath and got up, pulling Lisa's robe tight
around his small body, and shivering at the feel of the fabric running
against her nipples.  He had no idea what Lisa was supposed to be doing
today.  He thought she would probably be going to class (as she was in
graduate school), but it wasn't like he knew where that was, or what to do
anyway.  He might as well throw some clothes on and walk around for a
little bit outside, maybe get some lunch.  With any luck Greg would be
leaving before coming home, so he wouldn't have to deal with that again,
and if Lisa (he assumed she *must* be in his body) stuck to his original
plans, she would be getting here in a few hours anyway, so they could try
to figure this out then.

   With an expression of set determination, David went upstairs to find
some clothes, and then to go out and see the world as Lisa would see it.

   David opened the door to Lisa and Greg's house, shivering, eyes wide and
red from obvious crying, as his pretty, feminine lower lip trembled.

   His couple of hours outside hadn't gone so well.  At first it had been
fine - he'd pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, and though the tight jeans felt
*very* strange against his female crotch, he'd almost felt normal for a
little while.

   At least until he'd started walking around the city.

   In his own body, David was a very large man - usually towering over most
of the people around him.  He rarely was around anyone who would make him
feel small.  Lisa, on the other hand, was "petite" at best.  She was 5'2"
if one was being generous, and a very slight girl.

   Somewhere in his mind David had realized that he it would be odd to be
smaller than other people around him.

   He hadn't expected to be terrified.

   As he'd walked around, the fact hat *everyone* around him was so much
*bigger* than he was now triggered some sort of extreme reaction in his
mind and her body.  He found himself staring around, panicked, as men (and
many women) brushed by him on the bustling street.  The terror seemed to
throw his new body completely out of whack hormonally - after a half hour
or so, he'd finally found himself pressed up against a wall, shivering and
beginning to cry.

   Pulling himself together, he finally maneuvered his way into a nice (if
somewhat empty) restaurant, and managed to order some lunch.  And a stiff
drink to go with it and settle his nerves.  As he sat, picking at his
salad, a man had sat down at the counter next to him and started chatting
with him.

   It had taken him several minutes to realize that the man was hitting on
him.

   Even worse, a number of other realizations soon followed.  First was the
realization that he'd stupidly left Lisa's wedding ring sitting on the
bathroom counter after taking a shower, so he didn't have that to fend off
the guy.

   Second, was the terrifying realization that his small female body's
strange sexual overdrive returned with a vengeance as she was drawn into a
conversation with the guy.  He wasn't unattractive, and Lisa's body was
turning out to be *horrifyingly* non-discriminating in its horniness.  The
ache from the morning in her pussy and nipples came back even stronger, as
her whole body began to tingle at the man's attention.

   And third, a realization brought on by his periodic glances downward and
growing grin, it had never occurred to her to put on a bra (having never
worn one before).  Which meant that through the thin fabric of Lisa's light
gray shirt, the man could clearly see that her nipples had grown harder and
harder since he'd started talking to her.

   When held put his hand on hers (engulfing her small slender fingers with
a hand that was probably average-sized but looked massive), she'd shakily
jumped from her chair and nearly fallen over with dizziness from the
intense arousal, and the scotch which she was now realizing had been a
really terrible idea, since she'd drank it like David but in Lisa's body.
She'd protested that she needed to go to the restroom and slipped away.

   It wasn't until later that it occurred to her how much of a mistake her
little glance back at him, mostly out of confusion, had been.

   To her new friend, it had clearly been an invitation.

   David had been standing, shaking, drunk, and horribly aroused in the
women's bathroom, when he'd opened the door and slipped inside with a grin,
locking it behind him.  She barely had time to open her mouth to protest,
with the intent of trying to tell him he'd *really* gotten the wrong idea,
before he grabbed her small body and crushed himself against her, kissing
her passionately.  The weak protest of horror at this strange man kissing
her was cut off as his hand slid inside her t-shirt, over her smooth skin,
to cup her small breast and thumb her nipple.

   She began to mewl in pleasure at the touch, once again the sheer
explosively pleasurable sensation of her nipples being played with enough
to reduce her to incoherence.  Between the intense sensations and the three
fingers of scotch she found herself kissing him back as he moaned quietly
in response to her obvious enjoyment of his touch.

   Somehow, a few moments later, her t-shirt was on the floor and her pants
were being slipped over her slender hips, followed quickly by her panties.
Another small attempt at protest was cut off with a squeal as the man's
rough fingers slipped between her legs and slid over her *very* wet pussy.
He glanced over his shoulder at the door with horror at the girl's
uncontrolled sobs and yelps of pleasure as his fingers stroked her clit.

   The pleasure and the alcohol were so overwhelming that David barely
registered it as he opened her mouth while he continued to finger her, and
shoved her very wet panties in to muffle her.  Some part of David's mind
was shocked, and he realized the guy was staring at him, waiting to see if
he had gone to far, while David continued to squeal now muffled by the
panties.  But the truth was, the taste of Lisa's pussy in his mouth - even
in the form of panties he'd been recently wearing around her wet pussy -
was a huge turn-on, and only added to David's moans of pleasure.

   Apparently satisfied that the girl wasn't going to run off at having her
own panties shoved in her mouth to muffle her loud moaning and squealing,
the man grinned wider and grabbed Lisa's small body.  David felt himself
being lifted up in the arms of the man, and then suddenly felt the cold
countertop against her tight little ass, and her bare back against the
mirror.  David barely had enough time to realize what was about to happen
from the zipping noise between the mans legs, before she suddenly felt the
sensation of a cock at the entrance to her pussy.

   And then she was screaming - mercifully muffled by the wet panties in
her mouth but still quite loud - as she came hard as the man thrust his
cock inside her.  David clawed at the man's back, her small legs wrapping
around him and pulling him deeper into her throbbing clenching cunt as she
came, sucking her own pussy juices out of the panties in her mouth.

   The orgasm rolled smoothly into a second, and then a third, during which
the man began to grunt, obviously keeping himself quiet, and once again
David felt the warm sensation of a man cumming inside his tight little
pussy.  She squealed yet again in pleasure at the wonderful sensation of
begin filled with his cum.

   Finally, she began to come down from her orgasmic high as he let out a
shuddering groan and fell against her, and even through the haze of alcohol
and slowly fading lust, the horror of what he had just done crashed through
David.  He'd just let some random man fuck him.  Fuck Lisa's body.  Oh god.

   The man had pulled back at Lisa's body beginning to shiver, and reached
up almost shyly to pull the panties from her mouth.  David fought down the
intense urge to burst into tears again.  If he did so, the man would want
to comfort him, and lord knew where that would lead.

   "Sorry," the man whispered, "you were just so loud...it was all I could
think of..."

   David nodded, still in shock.

   "I, uh...I have to go.  Can I get your number?"

   David stared at the man, horrified.  Finally, she managed to stammer
out:

   "I'm...I..."

   I'm a man!  I'm a man and I'm straight and no of *course* you can't have
my fucking number!

   "I'm m-married..."

   The man blushed deeply.

   "Oh.  Oh shit.  Oh, uh...well..."

   David let out an involuntary moan of pleasurable disappointment as the
man suddenly pulled his softening cock out of her wet cunt.

   "Well, listen," the man said, pulling up his pants and reaching into his
pocket to pull a pen and scribble on a paper towel, "here's...here's *my*
number.  If you ever...I mean...I'd love to see you sometime," the man
finally whispered.

   He leaned in and kissed her again, and David tried desperately to ignore
his body starting to react *again* to the kiss.

   The man pulled away and stared into her hazel eyes for a moment, then
turned and quickly stepped out of the bathroom.

   David looked down at herself...her slender naked body sitting on the
counter of the women's bathroom of some restaurant he couldn't remember the
name of, her pussy dribbling cum out onto the counter and over the edge
onto the floor...cum from some *guy* she didn't know the name of, who had
just fucked her to three intense orgasms.  And he'd just allowed Lisa to
cheat on Greg.

   He finally broke down and began to sob, deep wracking sobs that shook
her tiny body.

   He'd walked back to the house in a daze, the post-fuck sensations
sending strange tingles and pleasant aches through her small body.  The
crying had finally stopped and turned into small sniffles as he hugged
himself tightly while maneuvering through the crowds of people.  At least
the terror at being outsized by everyone around him was dulled by the
misery and shock over what he had just done.

   He couldn't seem to gain any control over his emotions (or other
reactions).  The overwhelming visceral force of them continued to dominate
him in Lisa's small body.

   All he could think of was the fact that something was horribly wrong
(other than the obvious, that he was stuck in the small body of his best
friend's wife).  He knew Lisa well, and he was pretty sure he'd have
noticed *something* strange over the years if she'd really always been a
nympho slut like he seemed to be.

   She stumbled into the house, fighting another wave of tears.  He paused
blinking away the wet blurriness as a chill crept over his spine.  There
was a pile of mail on the coffee table, and several things in the living
room appeared to have moved since he had gone out.  Was Greg home?  What
was he going to say if he was?

   David breathed a shuddering sigh of relief as he walked into the kitchen
and saw the quickly scrawled note on the table.  Greg had clearly come and
gone while he was out....doing what he'd been doing.  David picked up the
note, recognizing Greg's familiar handwriting.

   "L, off to the airport.  Back in 2 days - think we should plan on an
extended repeat of this morning.  :) David should be here in a few hours -
will call tomorrow.  Love, G."

   Trying not to think about what might happen in two days, David dropped
the note on the counter, and stepped into the bedroom.  Still shivering
from shock and exhaustion and general overstimulation, he began to disrobe,
peeling off the t-shirt and jeans.  He stared for a moment at his panties
as he pulled them off, both the memory of them being stuffed his mouth a
short while ago, and the cum that had continued to dribble out of her as
she'd rushed out of the restaurant (after finding the man had paid her
bill, and getting a look from the waiter that said that he had a pretty
good idea what had just happened).

   Swallowing hard, he dropped them to the floor and stepped into the
bathroom, starting the shower for the second time that day.  Though he
wasn't sure the dirty feeling he had was going to be washed away so easily.

   As he stood under the warm water, washing himself inside and out (and
fighting the sensations that were *still* coming from this seemingly
hypersensitive body, and the urges that came with them), his mind went over
the scene...the sex, in the restaurant.  How had that happened?  More
importantly, what the hell was he going to tell Lisa when she got here?

   The more he thought about it, the more he realized he shouldn't tell her
anything.  It wasn't her fault, and this situation was bizarre enough
without her needing to know what he'd done with her body.  When they
switched back, it would do her no good at all to know about that.

   David was still desperately trying not to think about the fact that
since he had no idea how this had happened, he really had no reason to
think that "when" might not be more accurately stated as "if".

   He stepped out of the shower, glancing briefly at his wet, naked little
feminine body in the mirror, and then looking away as the hint of
attraction tickled his mind again.  He toweled off, and wanted to scream at
the small tingles of pleasure he felt as the towel brushed over his
nipples, his pussy...

   Feeling much calmer (and more sober) after the shower, he shrugged into
the robe once again, and stepped out of the bathroom.

   And screamed.

   There was a man sitting on the bed!

   It took him a terrified few seconds to realize that he recognized the
man, looking back at him with a smirk.  It took a few seconds longer to
realize that he was looking at himself.  His own body.  David.

   Lisa.

   "Oh god...oh thank god," David breathed, racing heart slowing a little
"you scared the hell out of me.  Thank god you're here though."

   Lisa (he assumed), in his body, smiled.

   "Hi," she said.

   "I mean, uh...that is you, right?  I mean, you're Lisa?  In my body? 
Just like I'm in your body."

   David blinked as he realized what he'd just said.

   "Hey!  I'm David.  Stuck in Lisa's body!  Oh my god, I can *say* that
out loud!  Oh thank god.  I haven't been able to say that all day for some
reason!  Every time I tried, I just...stopped."

   Lisa just grinned back at him.  David was to overwhelmed with the rush
of relief that he could talk about what happened with Lisa, at least, to
notice the slight twist to his normal grin.  But then Lisa spoke up with
David's low voice once again.

   "Pretty bizarre, huh?"

   David laughed, nervously, the light tinkling sound of Lisa's laugh
filling the room.

   "You aren't kidding."

   "I mean, one minute, I'm asleep in my own bed, then the next, I'm in
some hotel room, no idea where the hell I am, and I'm...you.  It's..."

   "Impossible?"

   "Yeah," Lisa said with a laugh.  With a sudden motion Lisa unfolded her
male body off of the bed, and stood up.  David found himself involuntarily
taking a step back as she drew her male body to it's full height, the
sudden fear that had overcome him earlier clamoring in his mind.

   David's body was...*really* big.

   David felt tiny as Lisa stood, towering over him, smiling down.  In his
body, Lisa was over a foot taller than the one David currently occupied,
and massive to boot.  Heavy, but also just thick.  His shaved head and
beard added to the overall image of intimidating size.

   David took a deep breath, calming his nerves.  This reaction was
ridiculous.  This was *Lisa*.  Sweet, mild Lisa, even if she was in his
body.  Besides, she probably wanted to get this sorted out as quickly as he
did.  Get back to their own, normal lives, just like this was some bizarre
bad dream.

   "So, uh," David said, swallowing against the squeak in his female
voice,"any idea how this happened?  More importantly, how do we fix it?"

   "Fix it?" Lisa said, looking down at her former body with an unreadable
expression.

   "Yeah...switch back, I mean."

   "Switch back.  Right.  Of course," Lisa said with a chuckle.  David was
still feeling too panicked to catch the strange inflection in his own
voice. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, watching as Lisa looked
down at her male arms with fascination, opening and closing David's large,
strong hands.  David realized that if she had gotten here this quickly, she
must have spent most of her day in transit.  Not much time to really take
in or explore David's body.

   Certainly no time to have had sex.  Twice.  With Greg and...

   David coughed, and cleared his throat, trying not to think about that.

   "You have any ideas?  What could have caused this?"

   Lisa looked up from David's large hands to look at herself again.

   "Ideas?  Well - I had assumed it had to be the statues, right."

   David smacked himself in the forehead with one small hand.

   "Of course.  The statues.  God, I'm an idiot.  It *has* to be the
statues.  What else could it be?"

   David sighed as he looked up at the clock on the wall.

   "Well, it's not like you're going to go to my meeting.  With my airline
status, you should be able to get on a plane in a couple of hours at the
latest, and then you can go in and destroy them.  It's too bad, really - I
actually really liked them.  A shame to..."

   He trailed off as he looked back up at his own face staring down at him
with a look of amused...something.  Surprise?  He really should be able to
read his own expressions better, he would think.  But then again, he'd
never seen them from this side, and someone else was driving.

   "Destroy them?" Lisa said in his low voice, "Why on earth would I want
to do that?"

   A small chill crept up David's spine.

   "Uh, well...I assume destroying them would, you know...switch us back."

   Lisa snickered, a laugh he'd never really heard himself make before. 
The chill spread from his spine to the rest of his body.

   "Switch *back*?  Are you *kidding*?"

   Lisa spread David's thick arms stretching them out as far as they could
go.  While he was hardly in shape, David could still see his muscles
rippling on his arms and chest under the t-shirt.

   "Your body is *incredible*!  My god...I feel so...*strong*!  And tall!
You're bigger than *everyone*, it seems like.  It's fantastic!"

   David sagged against the wall.  She couldn't be saying what he thought
she was saying.

   "So, I mean...sure, you want some time to try it out," he said weakly,
"that makes sense.  A different body, and all that.  Sure.  I understand.
Maybe the rest of the day?  And then you can just...take your normal flight
back tomorrow, and destroy the statues then.  Right?"

   David realized he was babbling as Lisa looked down at him, her...*his*
grin widening.  David shrank back from her intimidating form.

   "Hmmm....I don't think so.  Nope.  Sorry, David...I really can't see any
good reason to switch back.  I *like* your body.  I can't *wait* to try it
out some more."

   "But...but...your life," David said, pathetically, "I mean...you don't
want to just give up your life?  Greg?  What about Greg?"

   Lisa laughed loudly.

   "Greg?  Come on David...you lived with him for *years*.  How much did
you like it?  Sure, I loved him for a while, still do, a little.  But
living with him every day?  How far do you think I already was from
leaving?"

   "But...but...your family?  School?"

   Lisa laughed again.

   "I'll admit, I'll miss my family a little, but David, sweetie...I was
about to resign from my program.  I had no idea what I was going to do with
my life now."

   She grinned at him.

   "I'd much rather have yours."

   David felt faint.  She couldn't be saying what she was saying. 
Something must be wrong with her.  Something like...

   "Listen...I think something has happened to you, because of the switch.
I've been feeling pretty weird too - I mean, even more than just being you.
I'm pretty sure things have been happening to me that never happened to
you. I mean, there's no way you can always have been such a..."

   Too late, David trailed off realized the corner he'd just backed himself
into, as Lisa raised one skeptical eyebrow.

   "Like what?"

   "Uh...I mean, well...just felt so weird.  And the fact that we couldn't
talk about what happened before you got here!  Whatever did this must be
affecting our minds, too!"

   Lisa smiled thinly.

   "Oh that...actually, I did that."

   David blinked.

   "What?"

   "I didn't want you to tell anyone what had happened.  And somehow, I
knew that when I woke up that I could make you do what I wanted.  Guess it
worked."

   David's heart was pounding with fury and terror.

   "You...what?  You can't...I mean...that's not possible."

   "What, like us switching bodies?"

   David started backing away from the looming form of Lisa, grinning down
at him, eyes blazing.

   "I don't," David choked, "I don't believe you...and I can't believe you
want to stay like this...I'm going to call Michelle, she'll destroy the
statues.  I'm going to call her right now."

   Lisa chuckled, shaking her head.

   "Ah, Michelle....yes, I can't wait to get to that part.  But not just
yet, I don't think.  We'll talk about that later.  No, David, she really
won't.  And you're not going to call her either."

   David turned to run for the door, to grab the phone and call his
wife...he'd make her understand.  Even if he couldn't tell her what had
happened to him, he could certainly at least get her to...

   "Stop," Lisa said.  It wasn't a command really...just sort of an offhand
remark.

   Suddenly David felt a tickling in his mind...and he recognized it.  It
was the sensation he'd felt just after waking up in Lisa's body this
morning.  It wasn't unpleasant - far from it actually.  If anything, was
starting to arouse him slightly.  And again it was accompanied by that
sensation of hearing a voice just out of earshot...he couldn't quite make
out what it was saying...

   David realized to his horror that he had frozen in the doorway.  Try as
he might, he couldn't take one step further.  Nor could he turn around.  Or
do anything other than stand there, breathing, terrified.

   "See?  Fun, isn't it?"

   David whimpered.  He heard Lisa moving behind him.  It sounded like she
was sitting down on the bed.

   "So, we have lots to do, but first...I actually want to know what you
were going to say.  You know, before you so obviously switched it a minute
ago.  Can't always have been such a what?"

   David tried to resist, but again came that sensation in his mind.  Like
his mind was being caressed...fondled...he let out a small gasp of
pleasure.

   "Such a slut.  Such a nympho.  And so sensitive.  Since I woke up, your
body has been out of control."

   Lisa made a sound behind him, that David realized after a second was a
choking laugh.

   "Are you kidding?  Me?  Hardly.  I mean, sex was nice and all, but being
a nympho was *never* my problem.  And certainly not being too sensitive - I
was lucky if I came once every second or third time we had sex.  What, did
you play with yourself today?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, I can't say I'm surprised," Lisa laughed, "so how many times did
you cum."

   "I don't know.  Eight or nine, I think?"

   There was a long, frightening pause.  Finally, David heard his own voice
say quietly:

   "What?"

   "I'm not really sure.  It sure felt like at least that."

   "From playing with yourself!?"

   "Just four times from that, I think..."

   "*Just*...!  Jesus.  You had sex with Greg too, then?  And you came
*four times*?"

   Oh shit.

   "No...just twice."

   "Wait, but...that's only...when did you cum the other, oh, let's say two
or three times?"

   "At the diner," David said, weakly.

   "The...what?  With who?"

   "I don't know."

   The tickling in his mind returned and David spun around to face the
stunned expression on his own face.

   "What do you mean, you don't know?"

   "I don't...he never told me his name..."

   Lisa stared at him in disbelief.

   "Let me make sure I'm getting this right.  You had sex, with some guy
you didn't know...at the diner?"

   "In the bathroom," whispered David, compelled to fill in the blanks. 
His face burned with embarrassment.

   "And you came twice while being fucked by some stranger?"

   "Th-three times, I think."

   Lisa stared at David for a moment.  Then burst out into hysterical
laugher.  She was laughing so hard that after a few moments, she had to
wipe tears from her eyes.

   The burning shame that David felt turned first to surprise, then to
anger.  He realized suddenly that he could speak his mind again, as the
words suddenly came tumbling forth in a flood.

   "Fuck you!  You're sick!  I don't want this!  I want out of this body!
Give me my fucking body back!"

   David's furious tirade seemed to derail Lisa's laughter, though she
started to chuckle as she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes.

   "Oh, I'm sorry, David.  I just...I can't believe that you want out of my
body so bad when you just came more in one day than I have in the last
three months, probably.  And fucked some stranger to boot!  You know how
many times I've fantasized about doing that?  Never in a million years
would I have had the guts to do it, though."

   "God dammit!  This isn't funny!  I don't *want* to be you!  You can't do
this to me!  You can't make me into a horny slut and act out your sick
fantasies!"

   Lisa looked at him, her mirth fading to a disturbing glare.

   "OK, David, first of all, I had *nothing* to do with your being a horny
little slut in my body.  The only thing I did before I got here was make
sure you couldn't tell anyone what had happened.  Everything else you did
all by your horny little lonesome.

   "And second...I hardly think *you* are one to talk to *me* about my sick
fantasies."

   David's breath caught and his flush began to shift back to one of
embarrassment.  Lisa smiled and nodded.

   "That's right.  What were you doing last night when you left your laptop
open to that folder?  It was the first thing I saw when I was going through
your room this morning.  Quite a collection you have there.

   "And especially all of your own stuff...like those pictures of me.  And
the stories you wrote.  And the drawings...who did all of those?"

   David's heart was pounding again as he stared at her in horror.

   "Lisa...listen...I, I never..."

   "I mean some of that stuff - that was *amazing*.  I didn't have time to
go through it all, obviously, or even a lot of it.  But you have an
*incredible* imagination.  If a little disturbing.  And I have to admit...I
have no idea how you got those couple of pics of me naked, but if my
reaction in your body on seeing myself nude was anything like the way *you*
reacted, you must have really enjoyed those.

   "In fact...you know, it hardly seems fair that you've gotten to have
*so* much fun today, and yet I haven't been able to do *anything* yet.  Too
busy getting here.  Hell, I didn't even jerk off while looking at your
little porn stash.  I think I should take advantage of your dirty little
mind, and your knowledge of *exactly* what this body likes.  Don't you?"

   "Please, Lisa...don't..."

   "Shhhh...David.  I'm just going to give you what you want.  I just want
you to act out exactly what your fantasy of me would be if we were in this
situation.  Which we are, now.  Except for the part where you're me.  And
I'm you."

   David shook his head, and then moaned as he felt Lisa massaging his mind
again.

   "Come on...show me exactly what your fantasy Lisa is like..."

   David shuddered slightly as the conglomeration of a number of fantasies
he'd had about the girl whose body he was now in coalesced into his new
persona.  And though some part of his mind was screaming to get out, he
shivered, and smiled at Lisa.

   David slowly untied his robe as he walked on slender feet towards the
bed.  With a shrug, he let the flowered robe slide over his shoulders and
slowly fall way, tumbling down to reveal his small breasts with their hard
nipples, then his smooth belly, then the brown patch of fur between his
slender, gorgeous legs.

   Lisa let out a small shuddering breath as she stared at David stripping
her body nude.  Even though it was like looking in the mirror, David's body
clearly liked what it was seeing.

   David turned, and stretched down to rub his calf, bending over so that
Lisa got a nice view of his heart-shaped ass, and the slowly parting and
slightly wet folds of his pussy.  He heard a small gasp from the man on the
bed behind him.

   David stood, and then slowly, sensually, crawled onto the bed towards
the wide-eyed, grinning Lisa - the large man lying there.  Suddenly David
pivoted, swinging one slender leg around to place herself kneeling over
Lisa's wide chest, her wet pussy just a few inches from Lisa's face.

   David reached down and began to unbuckle Lisa's pants - more expertly
than most women could...until recently they'd been his, after all.  His
hand stroked over the rock-hard lump between Lisa's legs.

   And then David paused and looked back.  Something wasn't quite right.

   Lisa's head was pressed back against the pillows, pulled away from the
wet pussy in front of her.  Though she was clearly enjoying the fondling
her new cock was getting from her old body, she was just as obviously
staying as far away from her own pussy as possible.

   "You want to lick me," moaned David, with Lisa's voice, filled with
lust, "please, lick my wet cunt..."

   "What?  No, Immmpppphhh!"

   For the first time since this part had started, David found himself
enjoying the moment both physically and mentally.  Lisa had wanted David's
fantasy.  Well, David *loved* to lick pussy.  Somehow, David doubted that
Lisa shared the same love, at least in her own body.  But David was just
doing what Lisa had compelled him to do.  And in his fantasy, David licked
Lisa's pussy while she was freeing his cock.

   David suddenly let out a squeal, as Lisa first tentatively, then with a
little more enthusiasm began to lap at her own pussy.  Her cock jerked
under David's small hand at his squeal of pleasure, and he felt her tongue
slip over her clit and moaned even louder.  Lisa wasn't anywhere near as
good at licking pussy as David was, but she did have the advantage of
firsthand knowledge of what felt good.  And was starting to use it as she
began to make David moan and gasp with pleasure.  Presumably she was also
discovering how much David's body liked the taste of pussy.

   Trying to function through the rising tide of pleasure that he was
feeling, David continued pulling at Lisa's pants, frantically trying to get
her cock free before he came.  Suddenly, with a shove of pants and boxers,
Lisa's cock sprang up, hard and throbbing.  With a chirping moan, David
plunged his mouth down onto the cock that had recently been his.

   He barely had time to be disgusted with the realization that he was
slipping his mouth over a hard cock before he let out a keening wail and
began cumming loudly with Lisa's cock in his mouth.

   David slurped at Lisa's cock as he moaned and jerked in pleasure, and
Lisa moaned deeply in response.  David moved his mouth expertly over the
warm flesh between his lips (trying desperately not to acknowledge how
*good* it felt), knowing all the intricacies of his own cock in this
position - the most important of which being that Lisa was very unlikely to
cum while they were 69ing.

   Finally his orgasm began to subside, and David slipped his mouth off of
Lisa's cock with a slurp, pulling his pussy away from hers at the same
time. He spun his small body around, and lowered his head quickly to the
obviously dazed Lisa's lips, kissing her passionately, tasting his pussy on
her mouth, in her beard.  As he kissed her, David reached back to grab
Lisa's cock once more - eliciting a moan - and then plunged his wet, warm
cunt down onto her hard cock.

   Lisa let out a shockingly loud moan and reached down to grab David's ass
as he began to bounce his small body up and down on her throbbing cock,
filling David so gloriously.  The squeeze on his ass was all it took to
launch David into a second, squealing, screaming orgasm, as he continued to
kiss Lisa, their tongues entwined.

   Shortly after David began cumming, Lisa pulled her mouth from his and
began to scream, loudly.  David felt a warmth filling his belly for the
third time that day, and his high-pitched squeals of pleasure intertwined
with Lisa's low-pitched grunts as they both came for what seemed like an
eternity.

   As he finally came down from yet another mind-blowing orgasm, David
choked out a sob.  His whole body tingled with post-orgasmic bliss, and yet
he still couldn't believe what he was doing.  And the thought of what was
going to come next in the fantasy that was driving him was even worse.

   Lisa groaned in her new male voice.  She had an expression that was one
David knew was his own post-cum haze.

   "Holy shit," she shuddered as David lifted his pussy off of her
softening cock, and slipped downward, "that was...that was incredible...I
never...are all male orgasms like ohhhhhhh!"

   Lisa let out a loud moan of surprise and looked down at what David was
doing with her little body.  David had slid down between his male body's
legs, and had begun to lap at his softening cock.  He let out a small
whimper as the taste of Lisa's pussy juice mingled with that of his own cum
in his mouth - though he liked the former, he was still disgusted by the
latter, apparently both as David *and* Lisa's body.

   "Oh *jesus*," she moaned, "I would never do...oh....that!  But holy shit
does it feel good..."

   Lisa lapsed into wordless groans as David expertly licked his own cock.
He knew his body well, and after cleaning off the cunt juice and cum, he
had Lisa hard again in a minute.  She was starting to gasp in pleasure as
he carefully lapped at her cock, then took her gently into his mouth,
careful of the now too-sensitive head.  With a careful tongue he stroked
the front of her cock...

   With a sudden jerk and a yell of pleasure, Lisa's hips thrust upwards,
shoving her new cock into her former mouth.  David grunted as he felt the
first splatter of warm, salty cum filling his mouth, and then frantically
tried to swallow as much as possible.  Unfortunately, neither his
experience nor Lisa's body (which clearly did not suck much cock) prepared
him for the rush of cum in his mouth.  Soon he was coughing and choking as
the cum dribbled from his pretty lips.

   Finally, with a shuddering moan, Lisa stopped cumming, and just as
suddenly, David felt himself released from his compulsion - this particular
fantasy, at least, having gone as far as he'd ever taken it in his head.

   Lisa lay there as David fell away from her male body, blinking in shock.

   "Oh....my...god...I...wow," he gasped, "The second time is even better
than the first!  And...jesus, if I'd known having your cock sucked felt so
good...well, I kind of feel bad for refusing to ever do it for Greg."

   She blinked and levered her large male body up on her elbows to look
down the bed in surprise.  David's naked little female body sat, shaking
with sobs.  David was humiliated and disgusted at what he'd just done, and
with his own body no less.  In some way what he'd just done was much more
humiliating than his fling with the unknown man at the diner, or even his
morning fuck from Greg.  This time, *he'd* been the one in charge, and even
if it wasn't of his own volition, it felt like he'd just sluttily fucked
and sucked his own body to two orgasms.

   Not to mention the fact that his mouth was filled with the flavor of
cum, which was continuing to drip down his chin.

   He sat, sobbing pathetically, refusing to look at Lisa.  Lisa, for her
part, watched her small body crying pitifully, her small breasts jiggling
with each sob.  For a moment, her face took on an expression of disdain,
and then morphed into an evil grin.

   "Awww...poor little girl.  A little hard for me to have much sympathy,
since that was your fantasy of me.  I think you should know that *I* would
never have been such a slut.  Though, I will admit...I certainly enjoyed
you playing me as one.

   "Look up at me, David."

   David swallowed, and then, rather than feeling her fingers in his mind
again (as pleasant as that sensation was), he lifted his pretty face to
look up into his own eyes.  Lisa looked at him, noting the cum on his chin
and chest, and giggled.  The sound was intensely disturbing, as it was a
strikingly feminine sound even in a male voice.

   "Wow...even after cumming twice, your body sure likes the dirty stuff,
doesn't it?  I could feel my cock jerk at the sight of you with that cum
all over your face.  Ah ah!"

   David instinctively reached up to wipe the cum away from his mouth, and
froze at the feeling of Lisa's fingers in his mind once again.

   "Oh, don't wipe that away.  I always *hated* the taste of cum, and I
can't imagine that you liked it much either, being as straight as you were.
But since I think you'll be tasting it a lot more in the future, I want to
try something..."

   David gasped as he felt her in his mind again, and then moaned as she
sunk deeper into his mind than she'd gone before.  The feeling was at once
like and totally unlike the feeling of a big thick cock sliding inside his
wet, inviting cunt.  He moaned loudly as he felt her fingering his mind
from the inside...

   Lisa's mental fingers pulled out of David's mind and he let out a small
sob at the loss of the wonderful sensation.  He sat there gasping and
shivering and licking his feminine lips...and then noticed the expectant
grin on Lisa's face behind her beard.

   "What...what did you..."

   And then the smell hit him.  The cum on his chin...the strange, oddly
sweet smell...so...

   With a moan of horror, David lifted one small hand to his chin and began
to scrape the cum from his own cock off.  He held the goo up, his hand
shaking.

   "No," he moaned, desperately.

   "Oh, yes," Lisa breathed.

   With a sob, David stuck his slender fingers into his mouth.  He wasn't
being compelled to do so, not exactly anyway.  But the cum tasted
*amazing*. He'd never tasted anything like it, it was so wonderful...gooey,
warm, salty...

   It wasn't until a giggle came from above him that he realized what he
was doing.  He blinked.  He'd licked all the cum off of his chin and lips,
and had knelt in front of his male body once again, and was licking the
remaining cum off of Lisa's cock...which was hardening yet again.

   He let out a sob of humiliation and fell back again onto the end of the
bed.  He noticed Lisa glance between his spread legs at his pink, recently
used slit and saw her cock jerk.  He pulled his legs closed, blushing
furiously.

   "Like cum a little, slut?"

   David's flush deepened.

   "Fuck you," he said hoarsely.

   "Already did that, remember," Lisa giggled again.

   David wanted to scream, to run away, to call someone for help...but he
just sat there, breathing heavily.  Any attempt to flee would just
encourage Lisa to take control of him again.

   "So," David said weakly, "now you know what sex is like...as me. 
So...it was much better as a girl, right?  Don't you want to be yourself
again?"

   Lisa stared at him in something like disbelief.

   "Are you *kidding*?  I've never felt *anything* like what you just did
to me.  That was better than I thought sex could be."

   "But...but," David looked down, and realized that Lisa's cock was rock
hard yet again.  And for the first time it hit him - he often could get
hard twice fairly quickly, though not usually as quickly as she had.  But
to be this hard three times in ten minutes?

   David realized with horror that whatever was making his little female
body crazed with lust, seemed to be having a similar, or at least related,
effect on Lisa in his old body.  And he had always been pretty sex-oriented
to begin with.

   "Lisa, listen," he began, "you can't really mean to stay as me forever,
can you?  Please, I want my life back.  I love my wife and I love my life
and I don't want to be a girl!  Please, Lisa...!"

   He realized that his attempt to keep from tearing up again was failing
miserably as the realization of just how much he wanted to be back in his
own body hit him, along with exactly how little control he had.  All that
was left to him was begging.

   Lisa swung her thick legs off of the bed and stood, and David found
himself looking up at his partially clothed body once again, and being
reminded exactly how small and powerless his new body was in comparison. 
Lisa grinned down at him, shaking her masculine head.

   "Nope, sorry David.  I'm done being the sweet, shy little girl.  I might
not have as dirty a male mind as you yet, but I'm certainly ready to
learn...and with you wrapped around my little finger, I'm going to have a
*grand* time in your body.  You're pretty much stuck just like you are."

   With a growl, Lisa lunged in and grabbed David, lifting his small female
body up in her strong male arms.  David's heart was pounding at the
sensation - one he'd not had since he'd been a little boy - of being lifted
in the air like the small woman he now was, by a much larger and stronger
man.

   "Look at you...god, is this what I looked like to you?  Like a little
doll!  Oh, it's definitely fun to have you as my little toy.  But don't
worry - I still plan to leave tomorrow on schedule.  You'll be my toy from
a distance.

   "No, what I'm *really* looking forward to is playing with Michelle.  You
see, you know that little thing I can do with your mind?  I can do it to
her, too!  And I never really liked her, you know...she's kind of a bitch.
But I do find her pretty hot now, I guess."

   "No, please," David whispered.

   "Oh yes," Lisa said, conspiratorially, "you want to talk to your wife?
Let's sit down at the computer for a second."

   David yelped as Lisa carried him over to the computer desk in the corner
of the bed room and plopped down in the chair.  Lisa deftly spun his small
body around in the air, eliciting a squawk of surprise from David, and then
dropped him suddenly onto her lap.

   "AAHHHHHHHHHH!"

   David screamed in shock and pleasure as his still-wet pussy fell
directly down onto Lisa's hard cock, eliciting a low groan of pleasure from
her.  It was only when he heard Lisa laughing that he realized that he had
been desperately trying to buck up and down on the cock filling his pussy,
even though she was holding his slender hips firmly down.  His cute little
female feet clenched and attempted to push against the floor they could
barely reach to lift him up and down as his body burned and ached from the
cock inside of it.

   "Jesus...you *are* a horny little thing in my body, aren't you?  Well,
Greg is certainly going to enjoy you a lot more than he enjoyed me, I'll
bet.  Well, we'll get back to him in a little bit.  For now, though...you
and Greg use that video chat software a lot don't you?  And I assume that
you and Michelle use it when you travel?"

   "Y-Yes," David said, through the haze of lust and impatient pleasure his
body was issuing.

   "Hmm...well, I sent Michelle home from work early today, why don't we
take a look and see what she's doing, shall we?"

   Trembling with unsated lust and horror at what he suspected was about to
happen, David reached out with his slender hands and deftly brought up the
video chat software they used.  He jerked occasionally as his pussy
clenched around the cock inside it, clearly impatient for more movement.

   Finally the software came up, and David found himself looking at his
empty office.  At first he was relieved because there was no one there, but
then he saw motion in the corner of the screen.

   "Does sweet Michelle ever perform for you on camera David?"

   "No!" gasped David.  His wife was intensely camera-averse, even when
clothed, and had made it very clear long before they got married that in no
way was she ever going to appear naked on film for David or anyone else.

   "Really?" said Lisa in surprise, "Given your dirty little mind, I would
have thought for *sure* you would have made her perform for you on film!"

   "No...she ohhhh h-hates being on camera..."

   "Really?  Well, I'll bet you've always wanted her to perform for you on
camera, haven't you?"

   David ground his teeth to keep from answering, but felt her ticking the
edges of his mind.

   "Yes," he half-breathed, half-sobbed.

   "Well, why don't we see if we can have your sweet little wife show us
her inner slut, shall we?"

   "Nooo," moaned David, but the truth was, especially hovering on the edge
of insane lust as he was, he *did* want to see his wife perform on camera.
He always had.  Just not like this.

   "And...action."

   David stared at the screen, and sure enough, a moment later Michelle sat
down in the large chair in front of David's desk, looking at the screen. 
She had a strange expression on her face - a mixture of confusion and what
looked like a fading smile at something pleasing.  Or pleasurable.

   He watched as she reached out and touched the keyboard and moved the
mouse, smiling at the screen.
mich00323: hi sweetie

   "Answer her," breathed Lisa in his ear.

   Shivering at her hot breath on the back of his neck, David leaned
forward and typed back:
david4242: hey hon
david4242: how are you?
mich00323: ok - came home from work early.  don't really know why.  how
was your trip?  you at gregs?
david4242: good.  yeah.
mich00323: how come I can't see you?
David's eyes suddenly flickered to the camera on top of Greg's computer
in sudden horror at what it would be showing his wife if it was turned on,
but Lisa whispered again, "Don't worry...it's off.  I don't think we want

to tip our hand.  Tell her it's broken..."

   David did so, and watched his wife nod in acknowledgment.

   Lisa sighed.

   "Well, this is boring.  Here, let's make this more fun..."

   David watched as suddenly his wife arched her back and made an obvious
moan of pleasure, though she tried to hide it quickly.  Suddenly he did the
same as he felt Lisa's hands in his mind again, and realized that he was
seeing his wife react to the same sensation.  She stopped and suddenly
flushed with embarrassment, trying to compose herself as though nothing had
happened.

   For his part, he moaned again as Lisa leaned in and kissed his slender
and (he just realized) incredibly sensitive neck.  Her hands stroked his
side as her cock shifted slightly and very distractingly inside his pussy.
She reached out to grab the mouse as he shuddered in pleasure, and clicked
the "record" icon at the top of the video window.

   "Now then, dirty little David...she's going to do *anything* you tell
her to in that chat window.  Why don't you have your wife give us a little
show?  Let's see what your dirty little mind can come up with."

   David moaned, and leaned into the keyboard, recognizing a similar
compulsion from earlier.

   david4242: turn on the sound, michelle - can't hear me, but I want to
hear you



   "Ooo, nice," Lisa muttered.

   David watched as Michelle gave a look of surprise and then her pretty
brow furrowed as she grabbed the mouse and clicked around for a sec.  Then
with a sudden pop, he heard his wife breathing.

   "How's that, hon?" Michelle said in her chirpy voice.
david4242: much better
"Great!  I don't really like typing anyway.  Wish I could hear you

though.  I miss you," Michelle pouted cutely.

   David let out a shuddering moan as Lisa gently brushed his nipples with
a brief touch, causing his pussy to contract tightly around her cock.

   "Think she'd like to hear you now, David?" Lisa giggled.

   David began to type again - not like he had any choice.  He almost
wanted to sob as he snuck in one line before the compulsion to give Lisa
her show took over again.
david4242: sorry hon...miss you too
david4242: stand up



   Michelle let out a giggle and stood.

   "Sure, why?"


david4242: dance for me, sexily
David could see Michelle starting to blush, her white cheeks taking on
color and her eyes widening as they did when she was embarrassed.  Her hips

started to sway back and forth slightly, though.

   "*David*," she said with another giggle, "what has gotten into you?  You
know you aren't getting any more than this, honey."

   David watched as his wife danced on the screen, and heard Lisa's breath
behind him quicken.  Michelle was starting to get into it, humming to
herself as she swished her skirt back and forth, her ample breasts
jiggling. Her voluptuous, sexy body that so often drew men's eyes shifted
and turned in ways that he'd only dreamed of before.  Her dance got sexier
and sexier, her hips swaying, on hand running through her reddish hair as
she licked her lip sexily at the camera, one hand sliding over her
crotch...

   Her moan shook her out of her dancing reverie, as she realized she was
running her hand over her crotch through her skirt.  She jerked it away
with a yelp and began to blush furiously.  Though she continued to sway her
hips, dancing as she was told.

   "Oh!  I...I don't know what I...David, I think I'd better stop."
david4242: strip for me, like a stripper
"What!?" Michelle's face registered shock at his statement, even as her
hips swayed to the silent music, "David!  I'm not going to do that on the

camera!  You know I would never...oh my god!"

   David watched as Michelle spun and bent over, pushing her ass up towards
the camera so that her skirt hiked up, revealing her red panties.  David
let out a small whimper as Michelle still protesting stuck her thumbs in
her panties an pulled them back over her ass and down her legs, giving the
camera a brief glimpse of her red-furred pussy as she did so before she
slowly straightened up.  He actually tried to look away, both to avoid
watching his wife humiliated like this, and also to keep his own arousal
from deepening any further, but found he was unable to.  His compulsion
kept his eyes glued to the screen, to watch what he was doing to his wife.

   When she turned back to the camera, she was obviously terrified.

   "David, please...I - I know this sounds silly, but I can't seem to stop!
You know I don't want to do this.  Please, let me stop, honey."

   David sobbed, but his own compulsion left no room for mercy.

   david4242: act like a slut, this makes you hot - the more you strip the
hornier you'll get...talk like a nasty stripper
Lisa let out a small moan behind him.  David felt her reach around and
sobbed as she began to finger his nipples and caress his small breasts.  As
much as he didn't want to get excited at what he was doing, her fingers on

his new sensitive nipples made his body burn with arousal.

   Michelle's expression suddenly changed, going from terror, to grinning
sluttishly and licking her lips at the camera.  She leaned forward and
cupped her large breasts.

   "Please, baby - you know that I don' wanna show my hot little body off
like this."

   She began jiggling her tits through her shirt, and then slid her hands
down and began popping the buttons open slowly.

   "I really <pop> don't <pop> want to show <pop> <pop> my big ol' titties
to the camera, no matter how much you might wanna see them..."

   "Oh god," moaned Lisa, "I *love* hearing that arrogant bitch wife of
yours talk like a dumb stripper."

   With a sudden groan, Michelle yanked her shirt open, the rest of the
buttons ripping off and bouncing off of his desk.  Her shirt fell to the
floor, leaving her in just her bra and skirt.  Then she turned and bent all
the way over, her skirt riding higher and higher until it slid up over her
ass, revealing her red-furred pussy to the camera.

   She was obviously wet.

   He felt Lisa breathing hard on his neck sending shivers through his
small body, and let out an involuntary moan of his own as her cock jerked
inside him.  He yelped as she pinched his nipples, sending pleasurable pain
lancing through him.

   Michelle straightened back up and her bra had been popped open.  She
continued swaying her hips as she stood, and let her bra fall to the floor.
Then she slowly began to slide her skirt off as she swung her upper body
back and forth, her large soft tits swaying into view quickly and then
swinging out again.  Finally her skirt slid off, showing off her heart
shaped ass.

   "Please, hon...I don' know why I can't stop, but please don' make show
my titties and pussy to you on screen..."

   Michelle turned even as she protested, her large, gorgeous tits swinging
into view, topped with large pink nipples that were quite hard.  David let
out a whimper as he stared at his wife's nude body - somehow being on
screen, and knowing how much she didn't want to be doing this just made him
even more aroused.

   "Wow," Lisa whispered, obviously enjoying the view as well, though her
voice was tinged with something else...jealousy? ...lust?  "She definitely
has big ol' tits, doesn't she!  They're certainly a hell of a lot bigger
than my...I mean *your* little boobies, aren't they?"

   David was grunting now involuntarily as he clenched his thighs together
around Lisa's cock while she played with his, indeed quite small compared
to his wife's, breasts.  He jiggled his little hips and felt himself
gasping for breath as he felt his orgasm build...so close...

   "Ah ah," Lisa whispered in his ear, "you cum now and I really will make
your wife march outside naked and take a cab that way to the nearest strip
club.  You'll just have to wait until I'm ready to fuck you, little slut.

   "Now...make her do something dirtier.  Something you've never made her
do before.  Something you *know* she won't like."

   With a sob (from desperately wanting to come, and only peripherally out
of guilt for what he was doing to his wife) David leaned in and began
typing again.
david4242: damn you look hot
david4242: but I think more would be more fun
david4242: why don't you grab the toy bag from the closet

   "Oooo...that sounds exciting.  What's that?" Lisa mumbled.

   Michelle let out a small moan, though her stripper face still looked
happy and slutty.

   "David, I wanna stop now.  This isn't funny any more!  Please, baby..."

   Her voice faded as she walked off camera, and there was rustling in the
background, and then her voice came back.

   "I don' wanna use this stuff!  David, please!"

   She set a black bag down on the chair - now off to one side.

   David let out a small sob as his hands began to type the next set of
instructions.

   david4242: lube up your tail and shove it in.  as soon as your tail is
in, you can only moo like the big-titted cow you are.

   "Oh, god..."

   Lisa gasped and involuntarily thrust upwards, causing David to let out a
small moan of pleasure.  Meanwhile, Michelle was starting to cry in spite
of his earlier stripper instructions as she dug through the black bag.

   "No...please David...I don' wanna...that's too dirty...an' you know I
don't like the tail!"

   Finally, she came out of the bag with a bottle in one hand
and...something black in the other.  Still crying, she opened the bottle
and tilted it, letting a clear liquid ooze out onto whatever she was
holding in her other hand.  She then dropped the bottle, and began to rub
the liquid over the black, curved object.

   "David, please," she moaned again as she lowered it.  But in response to
her pleas, David could only type:
david4242: turn around...I want to see you put your tail in...



   "Oh god," gasped Lisa again, clearly intensely aroused "what is her
tail? You really *are* depraved..."

   Michelle turned, and bent over, showing her pink asshole to the camera
now.  She reached around with one hand and pulled her cheeks wider, while
the other came back with what was, now obviously, her tail.  It was a long,
thick, black rubber dildo-shaped object, out of which hung a long set of
horse hair dangling down.  She tilted it so the tip of the dildo was
touching her asshole.

   "Oh my god!" moaned Lisa in excited disbelief.

   "Oh David," Michelle sobbed pathetically, "please don't make
meeoooooooooooooooo!  Moooooooooooo!"

   As she shoved the dildo into her ass, her words transformed into the
loud moos of a cow.  She was moaning and obviously trying to speak, but all
that came out was the loud mooing as her tail swished behind her.

   Lisa groaned, her cock again jerking several times inside David, and
making him sob in almost painful arousal now, and attempt to bounce up and
down, but Lisa held him fast.  And David wasn't quite done humiliating his
wife.

   david4242: now, take out the big toy and stick it to the wall behind
you. Then get down on all fours and fuck it while you moo like a good
cow...

   "Moooooo!  Moooooooo!"

   Michelle mooed in horror as she rifled through the bag once more and
came out with something that they only got a fleeting glimpse of, then
turned, her tail swaying, and walked to the wall behind her, kneeling.  As
she leaned away, it was clear what she had taken out - a large, very
real-looking male cock was now sticking out of the wall, apparently
attached by a suction cup.

   Now on all fours, Michelle turned back to the camera, and began to back
up to the cock, conveniently placed at cunt-level.  She mooed loudly, as
tears rolled down her cheeks.  Then, with an enticing little wiggle to get
her tail out of the way, she shoved herself back onto the large cock.

   "MmmmmmooooOOOOOOOO!"

   Michelle's eyes went wide as the cock filled her up.  She began to hump
it on all fours, her large breasts hanging down and bouncing in time with
her fucking, as she mooed in pleasure.

   Lisa made a small odd strangled sound, of disbelieving arousal.  David
began to gasp in small short breaths as he felt her (his!) cock begin to
jerk and expand inside his cunt, as he new happened when he got crazily
aroused.  He wanted to sob, to cry, to stop this...but most of all to just
be allowed to fucking cum!  His shaking hands typed their final missive on
the keyboard.

   david4242: fuck that cock and imagine it is a nice bull...the longer you
fuck it the dumber you'll get, till you really are just a stupid
cow...after you cum, your mind can go back to normal again...



   "MOOOOOOOOO!!!!  MOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Michelle sobbed, her eyes widening in
horror and disbelief at his words as tears streamed down her cheeks.  This
was a side of David he'd hidden from her, loving her far too much to expose
her to his darker fantasies.  Lisa, however, had no such compunctions.

   On screen, Michelle continued to fuck backwards and against the cock,
mooing loudly in humiliation and pleasure.  Her big udders bounced and
swayed as David watched her, sobbing quietly and squirming desperately on
Lisa's cock.  Michelle's face slowly slackened, and her eyes unfocused,
even as her moos became louder.  As her tongue began to hang out, her moos
started to sound less and less like a girl mooing like a cow, and more like
a dumb animal mooing in pleasure at being humped by a mate.  Drool began to
run from her tongue as she mooed.

   "Hrrrruuuuuooooooon.....mrrrooooooooOOOOOOO!!!"

   Lisa let out a low, animal growl of her own, unlike any noise David had
ever heard himself make, and stood, suddenly, pitching David forward with a
squawk of surprise.  He managed to land on his feet, legs spread as he fell
forward to lean over the desk.  He had only enough time to let out a small
moan of disappointment at the cock suddenly missing from his cunt, when
suddenly, and with one hard thrust, Lisa shoved her cock back into David's
dripping cunt from behind.

   "AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

   David shrieked loudly in pleasure as the first orgasm ripped through his
tiny female body while Lisa fucked him hard from behind.  He thought he'd
cum hard earlier, but they were nothing in comparison to the explosive,
burning bliss he was feeling now.  The earlier fucks had all been quick
after he'd started getting aroused - this time, he'd been on edge for so
long, the explosion of pleasure was almost unbearable.  His voice quickly
gave out as he screamed incoherently.

   The cock sliding into him from behind felt...so....GOOD!  Somewhere in
his mind, the humiliation and helplessness of being fucked from behind
filled him, but only seemed to add to his pleasure.  Lisa's cock pressed
and rubbed against entirely new spots he'd never felt before.

   He quickly rolled into his second orgasm, his small body humping back
against Lisa.  For her part, she was yelling louder than he had *ever*
yelled when he came, as she pounded into him from behind.  David felt like
a trapped animal, being pounded hard from behind like he was.

   And through it all, he stared at his wife on the screen, mooing and
drooling dumbly, and finally beginning to moo louder and louder in an
orgasm of her own.

   With a loud yell, Lisa came inside David, plunging her cock in his cunt
to the hilt, and filling his belly with her cum as he came himself, for the
third time, sobbing.  David clawed at the table, and vaguely realized that
his toes were barely touching the ground, as Lisa had lifted his little
body up while she pressed into him from behind, spraying her streams of cum
into him.

   Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lisa stopped cumming with a
choked groan.  David's orgasm finally began to wane, and he began to sob,
softly at first, and then wracking sobs through his whole body.

   What had he done?

   He watched his drooling wife on screen, and was forced to stare at her
as she came down from her own loud, mooing orgasm.  As she did, she sat
there panting for a moment, breasts dangling as her chest heaved.  Then
slowly, intelligence seeped back into her features, and with it, an
expression of horror like nothing he'd ever seen on her face before.  She
looked up at the camera with a look of self-loathing and betrayal, of both
him and her own body and mind.

   "moooo....mooooo...."

   She choked out mooing sobs, clearly desperately trying to beg for a
reprieve, to be let go, to be taken out of this horrifying state he'd put
her into.

   With a disturbing chuckle, Lisa suddenly let go of his slender hips, and
stepped backwards.  His sobs turned into a yelp, as his feet hit the floor,
and his shaky legs buckled.  He managed to slow his fall enough to keep
from slamming into the desk, but slid off of it and onto the floor, unable
to stand after the earth-shattering orgasms he'd just experienced.

   "God!" Lisa chortled, "What a couple of cry-babies the two of you are!
You both just came like crazy!"

   David slowly levered himself up on shaky arms, rolling onto his but as
he felt the cum dribbling out of his cunt...only to find his face inches
from Lisa's cock, covered once again in his pussy juice and her cum.  David
let out a choked sob as the smell hit him - that wonderful, delicious scent
- and before he even realized what he was doing, he'd begun licking Lisa's
softening cock, mewling softly in pleasure at the taste of the wonderful
cum.  Lisa giggled as she watched him.

   "See?  Isn't that yummy?  You're so lucky I made you like that."

   She looked up at the screen and the pathetically mooing girl that she
was now, technically, married to.

   "Oh, I *so* like our wife like that!  I can't *wait* to see what other
ideas you've got for her.  But at least for now, until I get home to play
with her, why don't we do this..."

   David turned his head, pulling away from the delicious cum-coated cock
with some difficulty to watch what Lisa was typing.



   david4242: what a good cow you are!  in fact, I think you should just
stay a cow like that until I get home
david4242: feel free to go wherever in the house you feel like on all
fours, but remember, cows don't get to get on the furniture or the bed or
anything
david4242: every hour or so you'll get all horny and need to fuck your
bull and just like before, you'll get dumber and dumber until you come
david4242: in fact, after you come each time, you'll clean your bull's
cock with your tongue...wouldn't want your cow-pussy juice on it...
david4242: you can start that now

   "MOOOOOOOO!!!!  MOOOOOOOOO!!!"

   With a giggle, Lisa hit the mute button on the computer as the horrified
Michelle mooed in protest, even while she turned around on all fours and
leaned in to begin cleaning the dildo slick with her pussy juice off with
her tongue.

   Lisa looked down at David, staring horrified at his sobbing, silently
mooing wife licking the dildo on the screen.  And even through his horror
came a tingle of arousal...this was a fantasy that came from his mind after
all.  No matter how much he didn't want it to become reality.

   "Oh don't worry," Lisa said, "I'll probably make her forget all about
this when I get home.  After all - I wouldn't want her to think ill of
me...that would spoil all my fun."

   David looked up at Lisa with a pleading expression.  What else did she
have planned for his poor wife?  But she just grinned back down at him, not
saying anything else on the subject.

   "Now," she said, eyes twinkling evilly, "why don't we figure out what
we're going to do with you?"

   "Lisa?  I'm home!  You here?"

   David made a barely audible whimper at the sound of Greg's voice.  The
haze of lust that he was currently stuck in caused the sound of the front
door closing as Greg entered the house to barely register in his
consciousness.

   After the session of turning his wife into a horny cow on camera, Lisa
really had gotten down to business of what to do with David in Lisa's
former body.  She hadn't let him put clothes on, and instead made him
wander around after her naked while she thought and talked at him.

   After a while, it had occurred to her - if David had had such a serious
depraved streak (of which she'd really only scratched the surface), and yet
had managed to keep it hidden not only from his friends and her but, for
the most part, from his much more straight-laced wife, was it possible that
Greg might have his own hidden dark side?  Did he, like David, have his
hidden porn and story stash on their computer?

   Lisa had made David sit in front of the computer and try to find such
things that her former husband might have tucked away.  He did so, trying
desperately to ignore it when his wife wandered into camera again, looking
crazed with lust as she sobbed and began to fuck herself once again, mooing
and once again slowly beginning to drool in her cowlike intelligence.

   Fortunately, David new all of his own tricks, and it took him only a few
minutes to find several gigs of Greg's hidden images.

   Lisa had made David crawl on the floor under the desk then and suck her
cock while she browsed through her husbands porn collection.  She made
sounds of disbelief (and pleasure, as she came in David's expert mouth
twice, to his own moaning pleasure as he fingered his dripping pussy) at
the array of pictures there.  When she finally let David come up for air,
she grinned and showed him the depth of Greg's depravity.  While Greg's
creativity didn't hold a candle to David's, he certainly had a number of
related fetishes of his own, and several in particular that he was *very*
into that seemed to surprise both David and Lisa equally.

   Lisa had grinned at David, a grin entirely without mercy.

   "Well, let's get you dressed and go shopping, shall we?"



   "Lisa?  Honey?"

   "mmmmmm," David managed to moan out quietly, as his brain finally began
to make the connection that a cure for his maddening lust was nearby.  He
still couldn't quite put together a coherent thought on what that meant,
though.

   He vaguely heard Greg rustling around out in the living room, setting
bags down and looking through mail.



   When Lisa had said "dressed" she'd apparently meant it to include the
quotation marks.  She'd giggled as she got David to don Lisa's most
revealing clothing, clothes that she would never in a million years have
worn herself.  On her feet, she had on high platform heels.  Around her
hips was wrapped a pink skirt so short that it barely reached the middle of
her thighs.  Over her small breasts was a tight pink half t-shirt that fit
like it was painted on.

   That was it.  No bra, no panties.  If she moved even slightly, one could
see her ass and pussy, and her hard nipples were so clearly outlined in the
pink top that one could see her areolae.  Giggling, Lisa made David put his
shoulder-length hair up in pigtails and begin sucking on a lollipop to
complete the effect.  And then clearly had to make a restrained effort to
not grab him and take him right there.

   Instead, she'd bundled him into the car, and they'd driven for some
time, finally ending up in one of the seedier parts of town.  As David had
gotten out of the car, his intense agoraphobia dulled somewhat by the
horrendous embarrassment he felt at the stares and whistles he was
receiving, he had been unsurprised to see the set of stores they were
standing in front of.

   "In here first," Lisa had said, pointing to the one labeled "B&D
Emporium".

   They'd stepped into the store, and Lisa had turned into a kid in a candy
shop.  She walked around, fascinated by the leather, straps, whips,
dildoes, chains...you name it.  It was clear that for all of her newfound
evilness, she was still remarkably inexperienced - David had been in such
stores many times, and this was a quite typical one.  Albeit never as the
intended *recipient* of many of the tools in the store.  David had followed
behind the large male Lisa, squirming uncomfortably as he took in many
devices that he'd never considered from the side he was probably going to
experience them from soon.

   "Can I help you?  We're closing soon."

   They'd turned to find themselves faced with a pale, plump short-haired
goth girl, either just out of high school or in her early college years. 
She wasn't exactly pretty, though she was cute and somehow quite sexy, with
large, soft breasts.  David noticed Lisa look down at the girl's breasts
briefly with appreciation, then up again, with a grin.

   "Sure!" she'd chirped, her chipperness sounding very strange coming from
her new large, masculine body, and drawing a raised eyebrow from the girl.
"Actually, we're going to spend a lot if that's OK..."

   The girl rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at customers who came in to
buy right as they were closing.  Though as she turned to walk to the front
door and lock it, moving the sign to "Closed", both David and Lisa caught
her brief glance back - not at Lisa's large form, but at the barely-clad
female body David was inhabiting.

   Lisa grinned down at David, a grin he was coming to fear very deeply.

   As the girl walked back up to them, she muttered:

   "OK, what can I get you."

   Once again, she glanced at the now blushing David as she spoke.  Lisa
grinned.

   "Well, we want a lot of things, um...Sandy," Lisa said, glancing at her
nametag,"but first maybe some outfits for our little friend here?  Why
don't you pick some things you'd like to see her in?"

   The heavy teenager began to blush furiously at the implication, glancing
up at Lisa, who just smiled innocently through her beard.  She turned away
and rifled through some piles of clothing and other items, and came back
with a body stocking.  The girl swallowed, now clearly discomfited, and
handed the package to Lisa.

   "Here, you can try this one on...we uh, have a bunch of different colors
and um...yeah."

   Lisa handed it to David, who began to look around to find a dressing
room.

   "Lisa.  Lisa.  Lisa!"

   It was only the third time that Lisa spoke that he realized she was
talking to him.  He turned to see David smiling again.

   "Right there is fine."

   David blinked, and glanced at the now *very* surprised looking girl, and
his blush deepened beyond hers.  He set the package down, along with his
lollipop, and then kicked off his sandals, settling down to the floor, now
several inches shorter than the salesgirl.  With shaking hands, he grabbed
his t-shirt, and pulled it over his head, his small breasts bouncing, then
slid off the skirt, revealing the brown fur of his pussy.

   A brief glance at the now obviously gay girl revealed that she was
staring at his adorable body openly and disbelievingly, her own breathing
starting to get quicker.  Her hard nipples were starting to poke through
the black fabric of her bodysuit.

   As David reached for the bodysuit, already able to tell from the package
that it wasn't going to offer much more covering than he already had,
Lisa's hand fell on top of it.  He looked up at her, dreading whatever was
to come next.

   "You know, since you're already naked, though...maybe we should test out
some of the other items we want to buy.  What do you think, Sandy?"

   The girl looked up at him, clearly trying to decide if this was a dream,
or a joke, or if she was on TV somehow.  Some very twisted form of candid
camera.

   "Uh..."

   "I mean, we should probably figure out which of these fit best, right?"

   David looked where she was gesturing, and realized she had just pointed
at the wall full of dildos.  He turned back to look at Lisa in horror.  She
couldn't possibly intend for him to?  Here?  With this girl watching?

   But she did.  Lisa turned to look down at David, still shifting
uncomfortably in his nakedness, especially as the *only* one naked.  He
looked back up at her with a pleading expression.  But she just smiled his
own innocent smile down at him.

   "Come on Lisa...hop up on the counter so Sandy can demonstrate our
options."

   David only got as far as thinking about protesting before he felt the
light touch of Lisa's fingers in his mind.  He let out a whimper, and began
to crawl up onto the counter, levering his small body up with some effort
and perching there, naked, on all fours, his pussy nicely exposed to the
man and the girl behind him.  He heard her make a small whimpering sound of
her own.

   He could feel he was already starting to get wet in anticipation.

   "OK, Sandy...why don't you show us how this one works."

   "Uh, well....i-it's called The Rabbit...and, uh..."

   David began breathing shallowly as he heard a mechanical whirring sound
behind him that shut off after a few seconds.  He knew the Rabbit.  He'd
used it on Michelle before.  She'd cum like a banshee.

   "That looks *great*," Lisa said, happily, "Why don't you stick it in and
see what Lisa thinks."

   "Umm..." Sandy said, weakly.

   David let out a small gasping moan as he felt the tip of the rubber toy
touch his pussy.  He could hear Sandy breathing very heavily now behind
him, while he knelt there, trembling.  Once again, the sensation of being a
small trapped animal filled him.

   "Ohhhhh," he moaned, arching his back slightly, as he felt the teen
salesgirl start sliding the dildo inside him.

   "It, uh...it's a nice size," she muttered, "and..uh it has lot's of
different speeds."

   "OHHHHHH!!!" David let out a much louder moan as she pressed something,
and suddenly the dildo started throbbing and rotating inside him.  Even
with all the fucking he'd done today in his new female body, nothing had
prepared him for this sensation.

   "P-plus the c-clit stimulator is r-really nice..."

   "NNNGGGODD!!!" something vibrating and throbbing pressed against his
clit, gently and yet *so* pleasurable.  His small body was shaking and
jerking at the orgasm that was already building.

   "And you can put the whole thing on random..."

   "AAGGGGHHH AAH!  AHH!  AAHH!"

   "Which really is great because she doesn't know what's coming next."

   "AAAHHHH!!!  AAHAAHHHHHH!!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

   David came, screaming, as the girl gave up trying to explain the toy and
just concentrated on keeping it inside his bucking, squealing body.

   Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his orgasm began to
subside, and he let out a sob.

   "Huh," Lisa said, with an odd sound of wistfulness in her voice, "I wish
I'd known about *that* one before.  Well, that was fun.  What's next?"

   David let out a loud grunt as the Rabbit was pulled out of his clenching
pussy.  He was horrified at what might be next.

   He couldn't wait.

   The next hour was filled with toy after toy.  David had turned around to
impale himself on a large, very realistic cock with a suction cup on the
end that stuck to the counter, much like the one Michelle had been using.
He felt humiliated beyond belief as he pounded his naked body up and down
to a screaming orgasm while Lisa chatted with Sandy, seemingly
disinterested in David's self pleasuring, though Sandy certainly tried to
watch.

   From there it was on to all sorts of other toys, with the occasional
bondage gear thrown in.  David was forced to cum over and over, from dildo
after dildo.  At one point, Lisa decided to try some anal toys as well,
making it very clear that *she'd* never tried such things before. 
Unfortunately, though David tried to protest as Sandy started to press the
lubed toy into his ass, it was muffled by the ball gag in his mouth, and he
really couldn't move with his wrists cuffed to his ankles as he lay,
pitched forward, on the counter.

   David discovered to his horror that though it took a little longer, he
came just as hard from having things shoved into his ass as he did from
having them in his cunt.  Possibly harder.  Sandy was moaning slightly as
the body of the small woman in front of her shook and squealed from being
fucked in the ass with a dildo.

   During Sandy's demonstration of most of her available toys, restraints,
and other items, David felt Lisa's fingers in his mind almost continuously,
only adding to what felt like one, long, mind-blowing orgasm.  What little
of his conscious mind remained beyond the screaming, burning pleasure he
was experiencing wondered with horror what she was doing to him...

   The stream of dildoes finally ended with Sandy joining him naked on the
floor, first to try out a gag-dildo, fucking the curvy girl with his face.
After Lisa had instructed him to lick the disbelieving Sandy to two orgasms
to warm her up, of course.  (The worst part being that David found himself
remarkably attracted to the plump goth girl, with her full breasts and
pierced nipples...and sweetly salty pussy...) And then both of them had
come to shrieking orgasms - David's squealing high pitched ones over
Sandy's low, long, throaty moans of pleasure - their asses slapping
together as they were both impaled on a large, pink double-dildo.  David
was too busy cumming loudly to notice Lisa staring at Sandy's large tits
swaying beneath her as she came as well, the large ring piercings dangling
from her nipples.

   Lisa pulled the naked Sandy to her feet shakily after that, helping the
plump girl back into her clothes, while David lay trembling, exhausted, on
the floor, to tired to pull the pink dildo out of his gently clenching
cunt. He was far to mentally and physically drained to pay much attention
to the conversation Lisa was having with the girl, though he realized later
that it must have been where Lisa got the idea for their next stop.

   Finally, Lisa pulled him to his feet and bade him put his clothes back
on.  It was only after a giggle from Lisa that he realized he'd still
forgotten to pull the double-dildo from his cunt, and it was dangling down
between his legs, peeking beneath the short skirt.  He pulled it out,
flushed with shame, and shivered as it left him feeling empty again.

   As they left, Lisa had given Sandy David's new cell phone number, with
instructions to call any time, especially if she wanted to try out any new
toys.  Sandy, still shell-shocked, had an expression like the kid left with
the keys to the candy store.

   David realized with horror that he'd be coming back whenever Sandy
wanted him to.  Which would probably be quite often from the look she was
giving him.

   Lisa bundled their four big bags of new stuff into the car, as David
settled shakily into the passenger seat.  As she got in, she looked at his
trembling, exhausted body, and smiled.

   "Ready for our next stop?"



   "Honey, I...oh, hey, what's this..."

   David heard the rustle of paper as David picked up the note he now
vaguely remembered Lisa making him write this morning before getting him in
the position he now occupied.  The note which read:

   'Greg,

   I found your pictures and stories on the computer.  I was shocked by
what you consider to be sexy, and very upset that I clearly don't measure
up.  We should talk about what this means for our relationship going
forward.  I'll be in the bedroom when you get home.

   Lisa.'

   "Oh fuck," he heard Greg mutter, then yell "Lisa!  Honey, listen...I can
explain, really..."

   David whimpered, his small toes curling and uncurling as his ache of
arousal seemed to intensify with the promise of possibly being sated so
very soon as Greg walked towards the bedroom.

   As David stepped into the second storefront she looked around in a
panic, then turned to find Lisa grinning down at him maddeningly.

   "You can't...I mean...please, Lisa," David hissed, "What happens when
you want your body ba..."

   David found his throat tightening and what he was saying cut off.  He
opened his mouth, but no sound came out.  Lisa just smiled at him, and
nodded her head behind him.

   David turned to find the reason he had been forced to stop from asking
the question he'd been trying to ask.  A man had walked up behind him -
older, heavy, bearded and heavily tattooed.  Looked like a biker.

   "You Sandy's friends?" he said, gruffly.

   "Yup," Lisa said, cheerily, "can you help us?"

   "Sure thing," the man said, nodding as he took in the scantily clad
small woman in front of him, "We're, uh, closed now, but Sandy asked for it
as a special favor.  And she said that your friend here was
offering...well..."

   David shifted nervously again.  Was offering what?  Lisa spoke up.

   "She sure is.  Why don't you take it out and take advantage of it before
we start."

   David's head snapped to look up at his own smirking face again.  What on
earth was Lisa going to have him...

   The sound of the man's zipper opening caused David to turn back to look
at him in shock.  Which he only realized was a horrible mistake a few
minutes later.

   The man's cock was thick though not terribly long, which meant that
David's small feminine mouth had to stretch to encompass it as he fell to
his knees with a squeal of pleasure and plunged his lips over it with a
moan of pleasure, echoed by the man.  The craving and joy that filled David
at the sight of the man's cock was completely overwhelming.  His tongue
traced over the piercing in the head of the man's cock, savoring the metal
next to the warm flesh.  He was incapable of thinking of anything other
than sucking it...feeling it filling his mouth...

   Until, of course, the man pulled it out of his mouth and indicated that
he wanted the small girl standing and bent over the counter, her top
removed and her small tits bouncing free so the man could play with them.
David began to scream in pleasure as his thick cock plunged into David's
incredibly wet pussy, the prince albert yielding incredible sensations as
he thrust into him from behind.  Finally, with a loud grunt, he felt his
warm cum spraying inside her and he came again, sobbing.

   It wasn't until a minute later, as he knelt on the ground lapping his
pussy juice and the man's cum off the man's cock, mewling happily, that his
mind started to return to him, and he looked up at the flushed, smiling
Lisa as his eyes filled with tears with an expression of horror and
betrayal.

   So that was what she'd been doing in his mind before.  Making him into
an uncontrollable slut at the mere appearance of a cock.  God, what else
had she done to him?

   "Wow," gasped the man, "Definitely worth staying open late for."

   "Shall we get started?  I think we want to do a few different things
tonight, and that way you can play with little Lisa more once you're
ready."

   The man swallowed and looked down at the mostly naked girl at his feet,
and smiled.

   "Sounds good."

   "Lisa, I swear, I didn't..."

   Greg's protests trailed off in a choking gasp as he opened to the door
to his bedroom and saw his wife (or at least the person he *thought* was
his wife) for the first time since he came home.

   David couldn't see Greg, of course, because of the leather blindfold he
was wearing.  Still, from the small moan, he could imagine that Greg was in
appreciative shock at the spectacle before him, and the changes to his
cute, sweet wife.

   Her tiny body was bound to their bed, her hands cuffed to the headboard
behind her.  Her small feet were similarly chained by her ankles, legs
spread open and inviting.  A pillow had been shoved under her ass to tilt
her cunt and ass upward, expectantly.

   David's multiple rounds of sex with Harvey the night before had yielded
the large nipple rings in his small breasts, as well as the clit ring that
now pulled his aching, red clit upwards nicely.  His new tongue stud was
hidden behind the red ball gag (a pleasant surprise for Greg for later),
which muffled his moans of anticipation.

   The piercings had been intensely painful, but he'd discovered to his
amazement (and Lisa's obvious expectation) that he'd been totally healed by
the next morning.  Whatever had happened to him had, amongst other things,
apparently made his female body incredibly resilient.

   The room was filled with the smell of David's feminine arousal, as his
wetness had been dripping from his cunt, soaking the pillow beneath his ass
for the hours (days?  years?) since Lisa had left him there, getting
hornier and hornier, after she'd had him tie himself up.

   He imagined that his now hairless cunt probably glistened with sweat and
his juices now as it pulsed with arousal.  The woman who was a friend of
Harveys' and had removed all of his pussy hair this morning, to Lisa's glee
(and at David's own involuntary suggestion), had assured them that the
process was permanent, and the girl's body would never again grow hair
between her legs.  The red hearts that Harvey had later tattooed
(painfully, but again completely healed within an hour) on either side of
David's bare pussy lips were the only covering she had now.

   David began to moan and whimper as he felt the bed bend under the weight
of someone crawling onto it, someone who was unzipping his pants.  His
whimpers turned to sharp squeaks and grunts of begging anticipation as he
felt that someone shifting into position above him...

   In a sudden thrust without warning, Greg's cock was inside David's wet,
aching cunt, filling his new body to the brim.

   David.  Came.
   To be continued...