Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: wandrer
Title: Switch
Part: Chapter 2
Universe: Matam's Fetishes
Keywords: tg, body swap, mc, mf, ff, humil, be, pierced, tattoo, best,
bimbo
Summary: A man switched into the body of his best friend's wife finds
himself pushed further and further into depravity, along with his own
former wife.
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over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
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   "Switch" - Chapter 2

   "UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

   David's tiny body bucked in pleasure as she grunted loudly while Greg
fucked her hard in the ass.  As was always the case when she was getting
fucked there, the orgasm dwarfed almost any of the myriad other ways she
came regularly.  While she was cumming, in her more lucid moments, her mind
drifted as it so often did, over what she had become in the year since she
and Lisa had switched bodies, and how she had become what she was now.

   In the weeks after Lisa had left her wrapped up so nicely for Greg,
David had slowly discovered the many things Lisa had been tweaking in her
mind that day for so long, as well as other aspects that appeared to be
part of her transformation.  For one thing, her body appeared to be
incredibly resilient and almost completely resistant to getting sick - she
hadn't had so much as a sniffle in the last year, and even cuts or bruises
healed within hours.  But those had been the only real physical changes (at
least initially).

   On the mental side...Lisa had apparently given her a cursory knowledge
of Lisa's actual past, enough that combining that with the fall down the
stairs she'd been forced to fake a couple of days later (though the head
bump was very real) allowed her to pull off actually *being* Lisa with no
problems.  Once she'd dropped out of Lisa's grad school program of course.
David had nowhere near Lisa's actual knowledge of biochemistry, so there
was no chance of faking that.  No, David's only recourse was to become a
housewife.

   It was pretty clear Greg didn't mind her in that role.  Especially with
the other changes that had seemingly come over his wife.

   After she'd woken up from that first unbelievable orgasm (she'd passed
out shortly after Greg started fucking her bound body), she'd discovered
that while Greg couldn't control her like Lisa could, she could still
somehow sense his needs and desires...and was, if not compelled then at
least strongly encouraged through her own arousal to act on them.  And
especially on seeing his sweet wife's new tattooed and pierced body, with
all of the toys she'd brought home to act out his fantasies, Greg had a
*lot* of needs and desires to be satisfied in those first few weeks.  David
had spent them sucking and fucking and stripping and dancing and doing all
sorts of nasty things to Greg's continued amazement and enjoyment.

   When Greg had gone away for a week on a business trip about a month
later, David had discovered even more of the fun little modifications Lisa
had made to her.  In particular, her immediate and desperate need to fuck
or suck a cock or pussy whenever she saw one (brought on by an accidental
flip through the adult channels on their cable network that morning)...and
horrifically, her new inability to cum from playing with herself unless she
was performing for someone else.

   Upon discovering that second horrible fact after three desperate hours
of fingers, toys, and every position imaginable, she'd been once again
nearly mad with lust and had called the only number she could think of to
help her with her state...she'd dug out the paper towel with the phone
number on it from the man in the diner.  She'd managed to sound vaguely
rational on the phone as she begged to see him (while working a dildo in
and out of her cunt, desperately).  And he'd thankfully been home...and
told her to come over.

   She'd showed up on his doorstep within half an hour, and within a minute
of his opening the door, had his cock in her cunt while she came bent over
the arm of his couch.  Five minutes later she was coming again this time
with one of his roommate's cocks filling her mouth while her "friend"
fucked her from behind yet again.  Ten minutes later, again, though with
the disbelieving roommates' positions reversed, the taste of her own cunt
and their cum filling her mouth.

   By mid-afternoon, she was dripping cum from all three holes from the
five guys who had fucked her while she 69'ed one of their girlfriends,
smiling for the video camera as she came with the girl's tongue in her
cunt. The ecstasy they fed her was probably overkill, but she sure had fun
dancing sexily for the cheering men and women in between being fucked by
any number of guys (and girls) that night at the party they arranged that
night.  The next morning, she'd woken to find herself horribly surrounded
by naked sleeping bodies of many of the partygoers...who happily found
themselves being awakened by David's mouth on their cocks and pussies,
still just as irresistible to her as they had been the night before.

   When she'd finally made it home that afternoon after several more hours
of being handed around to have a cock in her cunt, her ass, her mouth...to
lick pussies and asses and tits...she collapsed in shock.  She'd thrown up
repeatedly, sobbing in the bathroom as she puked up cum.  She'd then had
her first conversation with Lisa since she'd left, forced to describe her
nearly 24 hour gang-bang in great detail, and eventually to write it up for
the giggling Lisa in a long, excruciatingly detailed email.

   David's quiet inquiries about his wife were met with quiet giggles and
"she's doing just *fine*, don't you worry" that David found less than
reassuring.  Especially since Lisa had David sending regular fantasies to
her - things he'd imagined doing to and with his wife that he never would
have done in real life, both because she would have been horrified at the
ideas, and because he loved her and knew they were just that - fantasies.

   The next couple of months had proceeded along a similar cycle.  When
Greg was in town, David was his demure, obedient little fuck-toy,
anticipating his every need.  And those needs turned out to be a lot more
depraved than David would ever have imagined of his friend, and when
combined with David's own imagination of what he might have done to the
cute Lisa if he'd ever had her in his fantasy-clutches...David found
himself being turned into something out of a very disturbed wet dream.  And
even worse, his *own* wet dream, albeit from the opposite side he'd always
imagined it.

   When Greg left town as he frequently did for a week or so at a time,
David sometimes managed to go as much as a day or so before something made
her need to be fucked.  A couple of times, Sandra from the sex shop had
called, and Lisa had found herself going to the girl's apartment.  Those
days were her favorites - they were almost tender, in spite of the constant
sex and Sandra's enjoyment of testing new toys and restraints on the
smaller David's little body.  But afterwards when Sandra held the smaller
(but significantly older) woman and kissed her gently, David found herself
clinging desperately to the soft goth girl, shivering, desperate to be
allowed to stay with her, in the place of relative calm compared to the
rest of her new chaotic life.  With her eyes closed, cuddled against
Sandra's large breasts, she could almost pretend she was still a man.

   Until Sandra starting fingering her wet cunt again, at least.

   She was a little less enthused about the days that Sandra decided to
have her come to the store to "demo" items for the closed parties she was
starting to have fairly regularly.  David was terrified that someone would
recognize her.  But she would do almost anything that Sandra asked her,
even without the compulsion that Lisa had left, and Sandra turned out to
have a real fetish for putting her lover on display.  So she regularly
found herself tied up and blindfolded (at her own begging - just so she
wouldn't accidentally see something that would turn her into the gang bang
slut she feared and make Sandra abandon her in disgust), trembling like a
small animal on the table Sandra would prepare for her as the clientele
walked by and played with her sexy, skinny body, laughing as they brought
the tiny woman to orgasm again and again with the new toys the shop had in
stock while sipping coffee and champagne.

   But that was still better than the other times she was forced to satisfy
her urges.  David had long since lost count of the number of people she'd
fucked at Brendan's (as she eventually discovered his name to be) little
parties...where she was the party favor each time, incapable of saying no,
and usually not wanting to.  She'd call, desperate for a cock and within an
hour she was usually suspended between at least two guys, cumming with a
sobbing wail as her mouth filled with glorious cum before she was handed
off to the next set of people to enjoy her little body, delirious with lust
and orgasms and covered in sweat and cum and pussy juice...

   One morning, about three months after she'd begun her new life, David
froze and began to moan quietly as she felt Lisa's fingers in her mind once
again - the first time since Lisa had been there.  She began to cry in
terror at what Lisa might be doing to her from afar, but the touch was
fairly brief.  Unfortunately the touch left her gasping and horny and
desperate to be fucked, as she stood in the living room in her robe, still
drying from the shower she'd just finished to wash off the cum after
spending two days at Brendan's.  She stood there, trying desperately to
keep from reaching for the phone and begging him to let her come back
again...with Greg coming home tomorrow...

   Fortunately, just at that moment the doorbell rang, and David opened it
to find a FedEx delivery man standing there like a gift from god in purple
and orange.  A few minutes and one sexily opened robe later, revealing her
slender naked body to the pleasantly surprised large black man as she
licked her lips, eyes wild with lust, she was screaming as she came with
his large thick brown cock pounding into her sopping pussy.

   After recovering from being fucked by the very happy FedEx man, David
got shakily to her feet and looked at the package he'd brought...and her
blood ran cold.  It was addressed to her (as Lisa), and the return address
was her old home - now Lisa's home.  David bit his lip as she stared at the
box, trembling, cum still dribbling from her cunt.  She wouldn't open the
box...whatever was inside couldn't be good.  She didn't want to see it.

   She let out a small sob as she tilted the open end of the box to dump
the contents out onto the couch - even as she thought to herself how she
wouldn't open the box from Lisa, her hands had ignored her, obeying the
(now obvious) commands Lisa had planted in her head.  She stared at what
had been delivered with a combination of curiosity, confusion, and horror.

   The first item was a yellow envelope that had "Greg" written on it in
what looked like Lisa's attempt to forge her own handwriting using David's
body.  It was probably close enough that Greg wouldn't realize that she
hadn't written it herself.  David tried to open the envelope, to see what
might be inside, and finally gave up - her hands just trembled as she
instructed them to tear open the yellow paper, but try though she might she
was unable to even force herself to bend the paper, let alone tear it.

   The second item she held up to look at.  It was a remarkably realistic
dildo, and it took her a few moments of staring at it to realize exactly
why it seemed so oddly familiar.  She was staring at a perfect replica of
her own former cock, the cock that now belonged to Lisa.  It was a
remarkable likeness - not overly large, but curved slightly as he had been,
and with all the details just right.

   The final item in the box was a small note, that read simply: "Check
your email."

   She trembled as she got up and walked into her bedroom, leaving the
package for Greg on the coffee table (knowing she wouldn't be able to hide
it, as desperately as she wanted to), her other hand still holding the
David's-cock shaped dildo.  As she walked to the desk she began to feel
panic come over her.  The first couple of times she'd tried to access the
computer after Lisa had left her here, she'd discovered that Lisa clearly
didn't want David to be able to exercise his skill with computers (she was
probably afraid that she'd find a way to circumvent her commands, and also
seemed to enjoy how helpless she now was).  She'd tried twice from the
house, and both times had found herself immediately going into Greg's porn
stash, her small legs thrown over the arms of the chair, staring at the
screen while playing with herself uncontrollably, unable to cum until Greg
came home to find her in that very compromising (and appealing) position.
She'd been fortunate that she hadn't tried it while Greg was away.

   The next time she'd tried it late at night at a Kinko's, when only the
two teenage employees had been there.  She'd hoped that Lisa had only made
her commands apply to their home computer...instead she'd found herself
spending the rest of the night on her knees, fucking and sucking the two
high schoolers and three of their friends they invited over to play with
the crazy slutty woman who had started playing with herself while browsing
porn in the store, while they browsed the sites she'd visited for ideas.

   She hadn't touched a computer since.

   She slid into the leather chair in front of the desk, stifling a
whimper. Greg wasn't back for another day...if she reacted like she had
before...oh god, she wasn't sure she could take more than a few hours of
that horrible intense need to cum...

   Biting her lip, she woke up the computer, waiting for the compulsion to
hit her.

   Nothing happened.

   Swallowing with pent up excitement, she moved the mouse over the icon
for their email program...and found herself starting to gasp with a sudden
rush of arousal, her nipples hardening rapidly.  She moved her mouse away
from it, and like a dial had been turned down on her body, the arousal
began to fade away and become manageable, though she still felt tingly all
over.  What the hell did Lisa want her to do if she couldn't actually open
their email program?

   Oh.  Of course.

   Lisa wouldn't want to risk Greg seeing anything they wrote, so of course
she'd want David to use a different account.  Probably his own.  Which
meant...she moved the mouse over the web browser, and sure enough she
didn't get any *more* turned on than she already was.  She opened it up,
and quickly logged into her gmail account.  She was tempted to turn on the
"Remember Me" option, to see if she could "accidentally" let Greg discover
the account, but even thinking about revealing herself to Greg indirectly
started to intensify her insane arousal.  So she simply logged into her
account old account.

   The account was empty - all items deleted, except for one new message
sent that morning.  From Michelle.  Stomach knotting in apprehension, David
clicked on it, and read his wife's words.

   "Honey,

   "Oh god...I don't know what got into me.  I know that I've been acting
weird these last couple of months...I don't know what's happening.  It's
like I'm...I can't control myself.  And this...

   "I was browsing the web, and somehow I came across this site.  It just
sort of popped into my mind.  And I just couldn't resist looking at all the
videos...first for the men...and even a couple of the women.  Oh god, I
can't believe I'm telling you that.  And then...I just *had* to make a
video of my own and send it in.  I knew I shouldn't, and I didn't want
to...but I *had* to.  I can't believe that I did this.

   "I think I might be sick, honey.  I think I need to find a doctor or a
psychiatrist or something.  Can we call one tonight?"

   David's eyes filled with tears at the miserable tone of his wife's
email. Lisa was clearly taking her time, and making Michelle slowly turn
into something she definitely wasn't.  And when he saw the link at the
bottom of her message, he knew exactly *how* slowly and moreover where Lisa
was getting her ideas for what to do with poor Michelle.  Hand trembling,
he moved his mouse and clicked on the link to beautifulagony.com.

   A moment later, in a new window, the video appeared.  And he found
himself staring at a video of his own bed, probably taken with his own
camera.  A moment later, Michelle lay back into the video.  She looked
terrified, eyes wide and wild in her pretty face, and she was blushing
furiously, her cheeks red with embarrassment at what she was doing.  She
was clothed, at least as much of her that could be seen, though her hard
nipples poked prominently through the fabric of the t-shirt she tended to
wear when she was home as her large soft breasts settled on her chest.  Her
eyes flicked from side to side as though she was looking for a way out
while she simultaneously shifted herself into a more comfortable position,
her deep red hair spread across her pillow around her head like a halo.

   Suddenly she let out a surprised shudder and gasp, and David heard the
wet sounds coming from off camera as her fingers began to play with her
(obviously quite wet) pussy, as the site demanded.  She began to gasp and
shudder in a way that was so familiar to David, as she fingered herself,
letting out small whimpers of pleasure and obvious humiliation at what she
was doing.

   As David watched, she swallowed as she found she was becoming aroused.
And not through any compulsion or anything Lisa had done to her, but simply
from watching her pretty wife on the screen, playing with herself for the
camera against her will.  When Michelle suddenly let out a loud, surprised
moan, her body jerking, David let out a matching one, and realized with
surprise that she'd started to play with herself as well without thinking
about it, one hand caressing her small breast, one starting to finger her
cunt.

   As Michelle began to moan louder on the screen, her flush of
embarrassment turning obviously to one of approaching orgasm, David
whimpered as she put her feet up in the desk, sliding her little ass
downward to give herself better access to her own sopping cunt.  Her
fingers flew over herself, as her arousal built, and built...

   Michelle was screaming on the screen, cumming loudly for the camera. 
David meanwhile sobbed in frustration - as always, her arousal was starting
to turn into ache, and no amount of fingering or pinching or squeezing or
penetrating seemed to help her or bring her any closer to the orgasm she so
desperately sought.  She moaned, desperate...and her eyes fell on the dildo
sitting on the desk, shaped like her own former cock.

   With a squeal of pathetic hope she snatched the realistic-feeling cock
from where it sat, and positioned it at the wet hole to her desperate cunt.
While Michelle built to another sobbing, screaming orgasm on the screen,
David spread her legs, and plunged the replica of her own cock deep inside
herself.

   She came screaming, her shrieks matching those of her former wife on the
television.  But as she came, the image of her wife was replaced with a
desperate, orgasmic fantasy - of being fucked by her male body, Lisa's
body. All David could think of as she came, plunging the replica cock into
herself over and over was how much she loved Lisa.  She loved him,
desperately and belonged to him and wanted him to fuck her and do whatever
he wanted to her and her former wife...

   Finally, she came back to her senses as she was licking her own juices
off of the dildo, mewling in satisfied pleasure, enjoying the taste of
herself and imagining the taste of Lisa's cum.  Shivering with
self-loathing at the love she'd felt for her betrayer, she pulled the cock
away from her mouth.

   On screen, Michelle's own second orgasm was drawing to a shuddering
close, and suddenly she too seemed to come to herself.  One hand flew to
her mouth, as she let out a small sob, which no doubt would be interpreted
as post-orgasmic crying.  Her fingers across her mouth glistened with her
own juices, as she began to shake with quiet sobs, and the video faded to
black, Michelle's eyes wide with disbelief the last image remaining on the
screen.

   Tears streaming down her cheeks, David swallowed and choked back sobs of
her own at what her wife had been made to do, and at the love she'd been
forced to feel for the person who had made them both into these...sluts. 
She breathed deeply, getting herself under control as she closed the window
to her former wife's little show (trying not to admit to herself how much
she wanted to watch it again).  So, all she could use was the web browser,
huh?  Well, Lisa had still made a mistake.  David might not be able to
access anything else on the computer, but in her hands, a web browser was
plenty dangerous.

   Wiping away her tears, she rubbed her hands together and placed her
trembling fingers on the keyboard.  She quickly discovered that starting to
try to send an email from her old account wouldn't work, as the arousal
began to build again - too much risk of revealing herself (besides...Lisa
would probably see the email).  But then she discovered a loophole - she
was able to create a *new* email account, as long as she gave no indication
that she was actually David.

   She grinned.  Lisa had made a big mistake, all right.  Now David just
had to figure out how to take advantage of it.

   When Greg had come home the next day, he had found (to his surprise) his
diminutive wife asleep in the chair in front of their computer desk in her
bathrobe, head lying down on her arms.  He was careful not to wake her,
until he found the package that she had obviously left for him, sitting on
the coffee table, and opened it, eyes widening.

   David had fallen asleep only a couple of hours earlier, having worked
through the night (though fortunately after a shower, or Greg might have
noticed the after effects of the FedEx man).  She'd tried various tactics
to send someone a message - anyone that might help her, but found herself
blocked by her own mind at every turn.  She'd searched, and browsed, and
done everything she could think of, and still no solution had presented
itself.  Finally, exhausted, and frustrated, she'd laid her head down on
the desk to close her eyes for just a moment.

   David was awoken by the sensation of someone touching her neck.  She sat
bolt upright, and felt that something had been fastened at her throat. 
Blinking, she turned her head to find herself face to face with her best
friend...husband.

   "Hey," Greg said, with a lopsided grin and eyes burning in the
expression of lust David had come to know quite well over these last few
months.  She found herself getting involuntarily aroused in response, as
Greg's thoughts intruded on her own.  She opened her mouth to speak.

   "Rrrrruf!" was all that came out.

   David blinked in surprise.  Greg let out a small groan of excitement.

   "Rrrarf!  Arf!  Arf!"

   David realized in horror that all she could do was make dog noises!  She
quickly jumped to her feet, and just as quickly, and with a confused
whimper, tumbled to the floor, losing her robe in the process.  She pulled
herself to all fours, and whimpered loudly, then lifted her head to look at
herself in the full length mirror in front of her.

   David's eyes widened.  Around her neck was a purple dog collar.

   David recognized this.  It had been one of her favorite fantasies as a
man, and she'd written a number of stories featuring Lisa in this role. 
Her eyes wandered down to the dangling, bone-shaped tag, and the word that
she knew would be there.  To her horror, though, she found that though she
stared at the tag, and could see that there were markings there, she
couldn't actually read the word.  She couldn't, in fact, read.

   She let out a low, dog-like whine of horror.

   "Wow, you're really into this, aren't you?"

   David turned around to face Greg, looking up at him.  He seemed huge to
her before - now on all fours, she *really* felt subservient.  Which, David
supposed, was sort of the point.

   "Arf!  Arf!  Rrruf!" she barked, pathetically.  Greg only let out a
small gasp again.

   "Oh man, I *love* this game...I never would have thought..."

   He looked down at his little naked, barking wife (or who he thought was
his wife) and suddenly scowled.

   "Sit!" he said, sharply.

   Before she knew what she was doing, David had fallen back on her
haunches, and was looking up at Greg, panting.  A chill crept over her as
she realized that she seemed to be trapped in an extreme version of her own
fantasy - where she could do nothing but act exactly like a dog.

   Like Greg's bitch.

   Even worse, she realized she was getting turned on by it, even if once
again she was very much on the wrong side of the fantasy.  She could see
herself - her skinny adorable little body, with her hairless pussy and
piercings and tattoos...kneeling and panting desperately like a dog, her
pussy beginning to drip...

   David couldn't count the number of times he'd cum with this exact image
in his head as a man.

   Greg stared down at his wife, kneeling like a dog would, her hands on
the floor between her legs, her small nipples rock hard with obvious
excitement.  He grinned.  The bulge in his pants was growing more obvious
by the second.

   "Does my little puppy want a bone?"

   A wave of arousal washed over David, and she found herself rearing back,
hands dangling like paws in front of her, as she began to whimper and whine
for the offered bone.

   Greg quickly fumbled at his pants, and his cock popped free, rock hard
and scant inches from David's panting mouth.  With an involuntary yelp of
pleasure, David plunged her mouth over Greg's cock, eliciting a groan from
him as she began to suck and slurp at it, whimpering in intense arousal.

   When her mouth finally filled with the wonderful warm, salty cum she
craved, she whined loudly in happiness.

   David shuddered and moaned as Greg pulled his cock out of her ass, her
body tingling with pleasure and some small, sweet lingering pain.  She felt
his cum dribble out of her ass and over her cunt to splatter on the
bedsheets, as her dazed mind continued to reflect on the past year.

   To David's horror, Greg was even more obsessed with the fantasy of his
wife as his bitch than David had been, and with none of the guilt that
David had always felt to keep it in check (after all - *she* had brought
the fantasy to *him*).  She spent that first weekend with the collar around
her neck the entire time, and was utterly unable to do anything human.  She
couldn't read, she couldn't speak, she could only crawl.  Thinking about
crawling on the furniture filled her with a rush of shame and self-loathing
that kept her resolutely on the floor.

   Greg had been particularly amused when she whined and pawed at his leg,
making it obvious that she had to go to the bathroom.  David had burned
with shame as Greg had "played along" and rather than taking the collar
off, had simply opened the back door, watching with obvious anticipation to
see what she'd do.  Wanting to scream and cry, David had simply whimpered
and crawled naked out into their yard (thanking god for the high bushes
that hid her from view), squatted, and peed in the grass, looking up at her
"owner" and awash with feelings of submissiveness.

   Shortly after that, still more of Lisa's insidious game revealed itself
when David went into heat, unfortunately when Greg had gone for a quick run
to the store.

   David found herself overwhelmed with arousal - different from her usual
lust from seeing a cock or pussy.  She burned with a need to be fucked...to
be *bred*.  She'd whined and whimpered, crawling around the house getting
hornier and hornier.  Finally Greg had come home, and she'd started humping
Greg's leg in desperation while he laughed before finally, mercifully,
mounting her from behind while she barked her pleasure loudly.

   When she'd finally cooled down, David realized with horror that her new
state took her to a whole new level...she would have done *anything* to be
fucked while she was in heat.  Before Greg had come home, she'd spent
several minutes perched on the living room windowsill, barking madly at the
dog across the street while humping a pillow she'd nestled between her
legs, desperate for the big Great Dane to come over and mount her...

   She'd spent that night and the next curled up on the carpet next to the
bed, and had woken Greg up both mornings by licking his face to be let out.

   If Greg thought his wife's strict adherence to her role was weird, he
certainly wasn't saying anything.  He was obviously enjoying the whole
scenario far too much to risk bursting the fantasy bubble.

   Thankfully on Monday morning, after a last doggy-fuck with her barking
her head off, Greg had removed the collar before heading to work, while
David lay gasping on the bed.  David had spent most of the morning sobbing
uncontrollably at the rush of humiliation the weekend had left her
with...not the least of which was because she'd enjoyed it so much.

   Finally, she'd gotten herself under control and gotten back to work. 
After her weekend as a dog, she was desperate to find a way back to her own
body.

   The next few weeks had gone by in a blur - she spent a fair amount of
time as Greg's bitch, but during the days worked feverishly on options to
deal with Lisa.  In the meantime, every day she checked her (his) email,
and every couple of days, there was a new email from Michelle, seemingly
growing more panicked and confused at her own increasing deviance.

   Following on the beautifulagony video, she sent links to pictures of
herself she'd submitted to ishotmyself.com.  First just stripping but not
showing more than her ass, then a set showing off her ample breasts,
playing with them for the camera...then a set with her beautiful red bush.
And finally a set where she shaved herself clean for the camera - something
Michelle had always detested the idea of (though not as much as appearing
naked on camera).

   Even her profile, under "Shelly" - a nickname she hated, was
humiliating. Especially where she listed her occupation as "Pornstar
Wannabe".

   David had cried, watching her wife forced to do the one thing she was
most adamantly opposed to, and yet every time she found herself with his
own cock-replica between her legs, cumming screaming while she looked at
the obviously forced look of happiness on her wife's face while she
displayed her beautiful, curvy body to the camera.

   In between being a bitch in heat for her husband, and fucking herself
with a dildo while looking at dirty pictures of her former wife, David
continued her desperate search for a way out of this mess.  With every new
email from Michelle, she recognized the clock was ticking - to date, this
was all tame, but given Lisa's actions to date, David had no doubt that she
was just warming up before moving on to the *really* depraved sites that
David had frequented.

   Finally, after Michelle's first two-girl shoot, cuddling with another
girl from the site (but thankfully not asked to actually touch her beyond
that, given Michelle's revulsion at the idea of being with another girl)
David finally hit on the solution to her problems.  She'd worked through
all the options, and was pretty sure she'd found the right one.  It would
work.  It had to.  With a few typed words and clicks, she'd put it into
motion.

   A week (and one orgy, one party with Sandra, and three days as a dog)
later, David was getting nervous.  There had been no response on her plan,
and she was quite definitely still in Lisa's body, as she knelt between
Greg's legs, whimpering and lapping at his cock.  It should have been over
by now.  She should have been freed.  Had something gone wrong?

   After two weeks, with no change, and even worse, no more emails from
Michelle and no word (or manipulation) from Lisa, she was starting to
really worry about what might have gone wrong.  Her only indication that
something was wrong was that one morning she woke up and went to check the
computer nervously as she had done every day, and moments after her hand
had touched the keyboard, she found herself waking Greg, sobbing with lust
and begging him to fuck her in the ass.  Greg, stunned, had complied as she
came, screaming, with his cock in her ass.  She'd taken it from behind
quite a few times at Brendan's orgies, but she'd never come anywhere near
as hard as she did that day, and every time thereafter, being fucked in the
ass by her former best friend.  From that day forward, her ass would be his
favorite hole to fuck her in.

   After a month, she was terrified.  Subtle inquiries to Greg when she
could do something other than bark or scream as he fucked her tight asshole
had revealed that he hadn't talked to the man he thought was David in over
a month (they'd been out of touch for a few months now), and David couldn't
really press Greg much on it without acting suspicious.  If her plan really
had failed, she was horrified at what Lisa might do.  To her, and to
Michelle.  And the fact that nothing had happened *yet* made her even more
terrified at what Lisa's response would be.

   Two months later, she found out.

   As she answered the phone that fateful evening, just as she was getting
ready for bed (alone, as Greg was out of town), she moaned deeply suddenly
feeling Lisa's fingers in her mind.  She let out a sob as she held the
phone to her ear.  She knew that today she'd find out what price she would
pay for what she'd done.

   "Hello, David," came David's former voice, still so odd to hear from
someone else.

   "Muhhhhh," moaned David, unable to speak coherently at the orgasmic
rifling through her mind.

   "I think it's time we had a little chat.  I'm in town.  Would you like
to see me?"

   David began to sob as she was suddenly overwhelmed with a desperate need
to see Lisa, to be held by her, used by her, to do whatever she wanted.

   "Oh god yes, please, yes...I need to see you...please..."

   Lisa giggled incongruously, her deep voice rumbling on the phone.

   "There's a cab waiting outside.  Make sure that the cabbie is very happy
when he drops you off, or I might not let you up.  Better hurry."

   David sobbed as he slammed the phone into its cradle, small body burning
with need.  She rushed through the front door, and to the cab that was
waiting by the curb.  It was only as she crawled into the front seat that
the face of the very surprised looking cab driver made her realize that she
was wearing only her robe, which had fallen open during her desperate dash
for the cab to be taken to David.  The african man was staring at her nude
body as she crawled into the cab.

   "Please drive," she rasped as he stared at her, "please hurry.."

   The cabby pulled away, and then let out a yelp of surprise as he looked
down to find this tiny semi-naked white woman fumbling at his pants.  He
started to protest but it turned into a moan of pleasure as her lips
settled over his thick black cock.  David moaned as she sucked off the cab
driver desperately.

   Amazingly, the driver was able to keep driving in spite of this
distraction, and even managed to avoid getting into an accident, though he
did pull to the side of the road as he let out a loud groan and said
something in a language David didn't recognize just before her mouth filled
with his salty cum, which she gulped down.

   The cabbie didn't even think to ask for payment when he let her off at a
fancy hotel after a short drive, a dazed smile on his face.

   David stumbled into the hotel frantically, looking wildly around.  At
this time of evening, there was just a single young, slightly geeky man
behind the check in desk.  He looked up starting to open with his standard
"good evening", but finished with a choked "how can I help you" as he saw
the pretty girl standing before him dressed in nothing but a bathrobe.

   David gave him her former name, and said that she was expected.  The man
looked skeptical of this, but picked up the phone anyway.

   "Sir?  Yes, you have a guest.  Certainly, sir."

   The man held out the phone to David.

   "He'd like to speak with you."

   David snatched the phone up as the man tried to look disinterested.

   "Please," she practically sobbed, "please can I come up?"

   "Hmmm," Lisa said, pretending to think it over on the phone, "well, did
you make the cab driver happy?"

   David blushed furiously as her eyes flicked up to the man behind the
counter, still able to be embarrassed even with all she'd done.

   "Y-yes."

   "Really?  How?"

   "I...uh, with my m-mouth."

   "You talked to him?  Sang to him?  I know my singing voice...I doubt
that made him very happy."

   "No!  I...I," her eyes flicked up to the man behind the desk,"I went
down on him."

   The man's head jerked up to stare at her again.  Her blush deepened.

   "I think I need more detail than that.  Tell me exactly what happened."

   David let out a strangled whimper, what little dignity she had left
vying with her desperate need to see Lisa.  Finally need won out.

   "I-I sucked his thick black cock until h-his hot salty c-cum filled my
mouth and then I swallowed it all."

   David bit her lip, trying to keep from crying and averting her eyes from
the now obviously shocked desk attendant.  She then moaned as she listened
to Lisa's next words, then looked up at the boy.

   "H-he wants me to ask if you'd like me to suck your c-cock, too."

   The boy, already blushing, turned a shade of crimson even deeper than
David's.  It obviously took tremendous restraint, but somehow he managed to
swallow and shake his head negatively.

   "He's shaking his head," David said, and then at Lisa's response,
replied in a small voice, "okay."

   She hung the phone up and looked at the blushing young man.

   "She says I can't come up unless you let me suck your cock.  Can I
please suck it?  I promise you'll like it..."

   Lisa let her robe fall open a little, revealing her gorgeous, skinny
body as she begged pathetically to be allowed to suck the shellshocked
boy's cock, sidling around the desk so he could see her hairless, tattooed
pussy as well as her lovely small breasts.

   Fifteen minutes later she was crying softly as the elevator doors opened
on the fifteenth floor as she licked the cum off her lips.

   She quickly found Lisa's door and pounded on it, desperately.  When it
opened, she had to stop and gasp for a moment, the emotions were so
overwhelming.

   Her old body was standing there, looking much the same, possibly in a
bit better shape.  She'd forgotten again how *big* she was as a man, and
she looked up and up, feeling tiny in comparison, staring at the grinning
person who had once inhabited the body she did now.

   Then with a wail she threw herself at him.  She rubbed her small body up
against his as he closed the door with a laugh.  She was desperately trying
to kiss him, her hands rubbing his back, his ass.

   "Oh god I love you so much...I need you...please...I'm yours...oh I love
you Lisa..."

   Lisa laughed, not entirely friendly.

   Somewhere she recognized that the love wasn't real, was an extension of
what Lisa had made her feel when she'd used the dildo, but she didn't care.
She desperately loved the man who was leading her into the room.

   "You do love me, don't you," Lisa grinned, and then her smile turned to
a frown, "and yet you betrayed me, didn't you?  Tried to do something
naughty?"

   David felt as though she'd been punched in the stomach.  She began to
sob.

   "I'm so sorry...oh god, I'm so so sorry..."

   She feel to the floor, clutching at Lisa's pants as she cried pitifully,
apologizing desperately.

   "Why don't you tell me exactly what you did, and I'll decide whether to
forgive you."

   Sobbing, David began to relate what she'd done.  How she'd posted on as
many shady message boards as she could, until she'd found someone willing
to break into her old apartment and find the statues for her, and bring
them to her, or barring that, destroy them.  She'd sent him money she'd
gotten from Brendan - she'd let him start charging for the use of her
lovely little body by his friends and other folks, and he was happy to give
her a share.  But she hadn't heard back and wasn't sure what had
happened...

   David broke down in tears, leaning her head against Lisa's leg as she
sobbed.

   "Well, he broke in, all right, but he didn't realize that I was home
when he did.  Thankfully, your old body is awfully strong, and I was able
to subdue him.  He was pretty relieved that I didn't press charges...I
wasn't sure that I wanted it to lead back to you.  And he got your money,
so it all worked out for him.

   "Not that it would have mattered anyway - you didn't think I was so dumb
as to leave the statues someplace where they could be *found* did you?  No,
they are quite well hidden, and quite safe.  I doubt either of us will ever
see them again."

   For the briefest of moments, a surge of misery and rage went through
David's body as he moaned, realizing that she really was trapped in Lisa's
body forever.  Then she shuddered and the love and misery of having tried
to do something Lisa didn't like came back.

   Lisa looked down at the small sobbing woman and smirked.

   "So that's hardly what someone who *loved* me would do, is it?"

   "I do, I do, I do," sobbed David, looking up at him pitifully with
red-rimmed eyes.

   "Hmm...why don't you show me how much you love me."

   A sudden rush of desperate need to please Lisa filled David as she
scrambled to her knees between Lisa's legs, her robe falling away to reveal
her naked little body as she began kissing the inside of his thighs,
caressing his legs.  Her lips finally came to his cock which was rock hard
as she drew her tongue up the fabric, eliciting a small gasp from Lisa.

   Gasping herself now, she clambered up his large body, straddling him on
the couch, and began to rub her sopping cunt on the bulge in his pants
while she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his lips, his neck...

   Lisa reached up, looking thoughtful, and began to caress David's small
tits, eliciting a loud moan as he fingered her hard nipples.  Lisa seemed
fascinated, staring at her former body.  She looked up at David's pretty,
lust-filled face.

   "Well this is certainly...nice...but all it really tells me is that
you're horny.  What would you really do for me to prove that you love me?"

   "Anything," groaned David, as she pushed Lisa's shirt off and began
kissing his hairy chest.  She reached down and began to fumble with his
pants, now quite wet from her juices, and then moaned in disappointment
when he grabbed her wrists.

   "Really?  Anything?  Even let me do whatever I wanted to Michelle?"

   David shivered as that brief rush of volition forced its way forward for
a moment, then whimpered.

   "Yes..."

   "So you love me so much that you'd let me do *anything* I wanted to
her?"

   "Yessss....oh god...please fuck me..."

   "So...if I wanted to turn her into a porn star..."

   "Yes...whatever you want..."

   "Or a cheap, big-titted whore..."

   "Anything," sobbed David, "just please fuck me and tell me you want
me..."

   "You'd let me make her into a horny bimbo who would fuck anything that
moved...male or female..."

   "Yes!  Do whatever you want with her!  Please!  Please fuck me!"

   David yelped as Lisa stood suddenly with a growl and threw her onto the
bed.  She landed with a bounce, her legs splayed wide, showing her red, wet
cunt, her eyes bright with lust and face flushed with arousal at Lisa's
manhandling her.

   With another growl, Lisa was on top of her, his pants already on the
floor.  He pushed David's legs back and up, folding her in half, and then
plunged his curved cock deep into her wet pussy.  David screamed in
pleasure, the wonderful sensation that she'd felt when fucking herself with
the dildo, except a thousand times better with the real thing.  Lisa
pounded into her, as David came over and over and over...

   She finally came to her senses, dizzily, and realized Lisa had already
cum inside of her and climbed off, and was now standing naked a few feet
away.  David must have passed out.  She could feel Lisa's cum dribbling out
of her, running down between her splayed legs, but she was too exhausted
and overwhelmed to do anything but whimper. The intense, desperate love and
lust were fading slightly, enough that she could be horrified at what she'd
said.  What she'd told Lisa he could do to her sweet wife, Michelle...

   "I'm sure glad that you love me so much that you don't mind what I've
done to Michelle."

   David's chest tightened in horror, and she lifted her head up to look at
the grinning Lisa with disbelief.  Lisa smiled evilly at David and then
raised her voice.

   "Shelli," she said, "why don't you come in here and greet our guest?"

   David turned her head to look where Lisa was staring, realizing for the
first time since she'd shown up so addled with lust that this room was
actually a suite, and there was another large room.  And into that doorway
stepped a woman who it took her a few moments to realize was her former
wife, Michelle.

   "Oh god...no...," moaned David, and began to cry as she saw what Lisa
had done to her.

   Michelle minced into the room on bright pink very high platform sandals,
eyes wide in a slightly dazed expression David had never seen on her face.
But the heels and the distracted, vapid look were by far the least of the
alterations that Lisa had made to his formerly conservative, pretty wife.

   Her pretty long red hair was now bright pink, and was cut so that long
bangs drifted down on either side of her pretty face, and in the back arced
upwards to be very short, just soft pink fuzz toward the top of her neck.
As David's eyes drifted downwards, she saw that amazingly, Michelle's pussy
hair was the exact same shade of pink - what little of it there was left.
Like David's own cunt, hers was mostly hairless, except for the cute pink
tuft above her pierced clit, a large ring that matched David's own clit
piercing perfectly.  Where David's hearts were on Michelle however, were
large, red cartoony letters - "SL" on the right, "UT" on the left.

   All of those changes, however, paled in comparison to Michelle's
breasts. Though he doubted any one would call them that any more.  Michelle
had always had nice, large, soft C-cups, verging on D-cups, depending on
her weight.

   The tits that now adorned her chest were *far* larger than that...David
had trouble guessing what they were now.  At least Fs...perhaps even Gs,
her smallish pink nipples replaced with large, dark nubbins that were hard
even now.  Before, her breasts had been slightly saggy, but now, these huge
tits hung down to her stomach, but were oddly firm, in spite of the fact
that they looked completely natural, jiggling gently as she walked.  She
was obviously unused to both the high sandals (which she rarely wore) and
the huge udders dangling from her chest, pulling her off balance.  From
each of her large, dark nipples dangled a large ring ending in a small bell
that jingled as she walked.

   Michelle swayed into the room, and then her eyes fell on the nude woman
sitting on the bed, and her eyes widened.  She looked down at her massively
transformed body and then up at the woman she obviously recognized with an
expression of horror, then began to cry, pitifully.

   "Oh my god...you...you...what did you do to her?" David finally managed
to choke out, staring at the sobbing sex-goddess who used to be his wife.

   "Me?" Lisa said in mock astonishment, "Why, I didn't do anything.  After
all - this was your idea.  And she did it all to herself.  Didn't you
Shelli?"

   David looked at his sobbing wife, cringing at the pet name she hated so
much, but she responded to it, and nodded at Lisa's question.  And
suddenly, David's own eyes widened as he realized why Michelle looked
vaguely familiar - she was pretty much exactly as he'd described her being
transformed in one of his stories.

   "That's right," Lisa said, smiling darkly, "Michelle read one of your
stories and got so hot and bothered that she just *had* to make herself
into what you'd described.  I think she did quite a job, don't you?  Your
old body certainly does.  Especially those wonderful big tits..."

   "Oh god...I didn't...it was only a fantasy!  I would never have wanted
this...oh god, Michelle..."

   Michelle was looking back and forth between them, a look of confusion on
her face.  Her brow furrowed cutely as she concentrated, and finally spoke.

   "Who's Michelle?  Din't that used to be me?"

   David choked out a sob, both at the obvious confusion and the
realization that Michelle could obviously only think of herself as Shelli
now...but even more so at the voice that had uttered those words.  Now that
she was looking, David could see a slender scar on her throat - obviously
from the surgery that had replaced her sultry, low voice with a comical,
cartoonish little girl's voice.  The voice of a bimbo slut.

   Lisa giggled.

   "Doesn't she sound just adorable?  Of course, I did help out a *little*.
I mean, it took some digging to find the right mix of doctors and
biochemists to make her just the way she wanted.  Don't worry though - we
found the best.  An amazing surgeon (even if he *did* have his license
revoked) fixed her voice, and also shortened the tendons in her ankles just
the way she asked so that she's only able to walk in heels now.

   "The pretty hair - oh, that color is quite permanent - I found an
amazing guy working at a cosmetics company who had found this permanent
hair coloring technique.  Far too expensive to be commercially viable, but
he had enough to try it out on Michelle here, for the right price.

   "And of course those big, gorgeous tits.  All natural...a guy I'd heard
of in school - something of a legend, actually - had been chased out of the
country for experimenting with the stuff.  But boy does it work.  Sadly, I
*warned* Michelle...Shelli, what did I tell you about the stuff that made
your titties big?"

   Michelle's brow furrowed up again in concentration.

   "Ummm...you tol' me...that if I made my titties too big I'd get
stupider?"

   "That's right, Shelli!  Good girl!"

   David sobbed at the sudden beaming smile that came over Michelle's face
at the praise, and then the look of horror that followed.

   "I told you not to use it, or if you did just a *little* bigger, as the
bigger your tits got, the dumber you would get.  Didn't I?"

   Michelle began to sob.

   "I wanned big titties," she said, pathetically, lifting her massive jugs
up as if in explanation.

   "And what happened?"

   "Now I'm so dumb!" sobbed Michelle, her huge tits jiggling in her hands,
"I din't wanna to be so dumb!"

   "Poor Shelli," Lisa said, shaking his head in mock sympathy, "You should
have listened and only used a little like I told you.  You'd have had nice
double Ds and at least been able to hold a conversation.  Not a very good
one, admittedly, but still..."

   David's hand flew to her mouth and she sobbed for the horror that had
been perpetrated on her wife...and the worse realization that her body was
actually tingling with a modicum of arousal at seeing this fantasy brought
to life, even as terrible as it was.

   "God - could you imagine what would happen if you got pregnant?  If your
tits got much bigger, I wonder if you'd even remember how to talk?"

   Lisa, grinning, leaned down and whispered to the crying David:

   "Of course, the intelligence part is just me doing my thing, and I could
fix it any time I wanted, but we're not going to tell her that, are we?"

   David turned to him, a look of horror on her face as he grinned at her.

   "Please," she begged, "please at least give her that....don't leave her
like this..."

   Lisa donned a hurt expression.

   "Me?  I just let her have what she wanted.  And what *you* wanted."

   Then Lisa's expression hardened into something much darker.

   "You know, it's such a strange coincidence that she read that story and
decided she had to change herself just the day after that guy broke into
our house.  Funny, huh?"

   David stared at Lisa, feeling nauseous.  She realized, finally, that
this was her punishment for trying to get out of this.  Lisa had done this
to Michelle to get back at her.

   Lisa smirked as the horrified realization blossomed on the face that
used to belong to him.  He looked up.

   "You know, just for today, I think we should let Shelli here know what's
going on...well, part of it at least.  Don't you?"

   David just stared back at him, knowing that whatever he had planned, it
couldn't be good.  Lisa turned to look at Shelli.

   "Shelli, I think you should know something.  You see, Lisa and I...we
aren't exactly who we appear to be.  About five or six months ago,
something funny happened.  Lisa and I switched bodies.  Or rather, David
and I did.  So, you see, she is David, and I am actually Lisa."

   Shelli's brow furrowed cutely again in intense confusion at this
revelation.  Finally she seemed to get it, and looked up at the girl
sitting on the bed and her eyes widened in understanding.

   "D-David," she said in her high-pitched girl's voice.

   David burst into tears.

   "It's me, honey...oh god...I'm so sorry...I didn't...I wanted to tell
you.  I certainly didn't mean for her to do *this* to you."

   Michelle began to sob pathetically along with David.

   "Oh c'mon," Lisa said, "it's not *all* bad!  Think about all the
experiences you'll get to share now!

   "After all," Lisa giggled, "you're both little crazed sluts now, aren't
you?"

   Lisa turned to Michelle.

   "How many guys have you fucked since you gave yourself your pretty new
fucktoy body?"

   Michelle held out her hands and started counting, slowly.  Finally, she
gave up and held out both hands.

   "More than this many?" she said, pathetically.

   Lisa nodded and grinned.

   "Lots more than that many, Shelli.  At least three or four times that
many.  Now David here, how many have you fucked in the last few months?"

   David shivered, trying desperately not to think of all the many men
she'd fucked over the last few months as her body's tingling increased at
just the thought.

   "Lots," she finally whispered.

   "I'll bet," Lisa chuckled, "and how many girls have you slept with as a
girl, David?"

   "Lots...at least twenty..."

   "Wow...and you, Shelli?  How many girl's pussies have you licked?"

   Michelle's pretty face scrunched up in an expression of disgust.

   "None!  I don' wanna lick a girl.  That's icky!"

   "Really?" Lisa said, in mock surprise again, "Not a single girl, huh? 
You think all girls are icky?  Don't you want to lick your husband here's
pussy?"

   Michelle shook her head, looking for all the world like a little girl
refusing to eat her vegetables.

   "Nooo...I don' wanna..."

   "Hmmmm...."

   David's head snapped up to look at Lisa.

   "Lisa, what are you..."

   Suddenly, Michelle let out a loud moan, and David turned back to see her
eyes rolling up in their sockets in obvious pleasure.  Unconsciously, she
reached down and began to pull her large nipples, groaning in pleasure. 
David realized that she was seeing Lisa use her mental control on his wife.
Finally, Michelle shuddered and seemed to come back to herself, though she
kept stroking her nipples for a moment, and blushing.

   "What did you..."

   David's second question was cut off by a loud moan of her own as her
small body arched in pleasure as Lisa rifled through her mind as well.  She
managed to keep from touching herself like Michelle had, but only barely.

   "I would *never* make you do anything you don't want Michelle.  I
especially wouldn't make you like David's pussy, since I know you don't
want to.  And especially not now that if you ever taste a girl's pussy
juice other than your own, you'll forever crave licking pussy just like you
crave cock and cum so much now.  Not that you'd like it any better, you
just would desperately want to do it after that."

   Lisa turned back to David.

   "So, David...who was the last guy who came in your pussy?"

   David looked up at Lisa, apprehensive.

   "You were," she said in a small voice, "just a few minutes ago.  I'm
sorry Michelle...Shelli, I just couldn't help my..."

   She turned back to look at her wife and stopped at the expression on
Michelle's face.  She was gasping for breath, and licking her lips, her
eyes now staring down at David's pussy.  She started shifting from foot to
foot like a little girl who had to pee, and moaning.

   "Ohhhh....Ohhhhh....Ohhhhh...."

   "M-Michelle...what are you doing...wh-why are you looking at me like
that."

   Lisa slapped her forehead.

   "Doh!  Silly me...I forgot!  Michelle is sort of addicted to my cum. 
She'll lick it up from anywhere...she can't stand to have any of it go to
waste."

   Lisa rounded on David, her expression suddenly one of barely controlled
fury.  David shrank back, terrified of his own angry face in his small
female body

   "Oh, by the way...you're probably wondering what I did inside your
overly clever little head just now, aren't you?  Well, since you got around
my instructions and could actually have caused trouble had I not been a
step ahead of you there, I thought that we'd let your horny little wife
here fix that.  You see...if she makes you cum, you're going to become just
a little bit dumber each and every time.  I thought it might be fun to see
exactly how long you can fight her off and keep her from becoming a
dimwitted little whore forever yourself."

   David stared at Lisa in horror, then looked at Michelle who was now
nearly hyperventilating as she stared at the cum dribbling from David's
cunt, then back at Lisa.

   "Lisa...please...I'm sorry...I won't do it again..please don't let
her..."

   "What?  I thought you liked the idea of smart women turned into bimbo
sluts?  Oh, I forgot...isn't losing your intellect one of your greatest
fears?  Whoops.  Well, that's your fault for using it badly."

   David rolled over and began to crawl frantically towards the edge of the
large bed, ready to make a break for the door.  But when she reached the
edge she froze.  She found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't
make herself crawl off the bed.

   Lisa laughed, nastily.

   "Well, *that* wouldn't be very sportsmanlike, would it?  I mean, there's
no way poor Shelli could catch you with her big bouncing tits and high
heels.  So of *course* you'll have to stay on the bed to fight her off. 
Whoops, here she comes..."

   David rolled over and stared at her former wife in horror as she began
to stumble towards the bed, clearly intent on cleaning Lisa's cum out of
David's still-wet pussy.  And in the process adding "pussy slut" to her
long list of new, humiliating attributes.  And turning David into a bimbo
just like her.

   "Please, Michelle," sobbed David, crawling backwards until she bumped
into the wall, "you have to fight it!  You can't let her do this to us!"

   Michelle reached the edge of the bed, eyes wild, and began to slowly
crawl towards David.  Her sandals fell to the floor with a thud.  David
could now see that indeed, her pretty feet were permanently arched upwards
at an angle that would prevent her from ever putting them flat on the
ground again unless she was on her back.  Her huge tits dangled all the way
to the bed, causing Michelle to shiver in pleasure as her large, hard
nipples stroked the fabric, nipple bells jingling.

   "Mich...Shelli...please...don't!"

   David tried to scramble past his wife, but she was too slow and much too
small to fight her way past the larger woman.  Never before had her
diminutive size been more apparent right now, as she felt tiny next to her
huge-titted wife, who wasn't even that big herself.  David let out a wail
as Michelle grabbed her slender leg as she tried to crawl to the other side
of the bed.

   "Please, Shelli...let me go," David cried, clawing at the bedspread
while the heavier Michelle crawled on top of her legs to hold her in place.
David felt Michelle's huge tits slapping her ass and the backs of her
thighs as she squirmed and tried to pull herself free.

   "Wait, pleAHHHHHHHH!!!" David screamed in surprise and her whole body
arched backwards in pleasure as she felt two of Michelle's fingers suddenly
plunge into her sopping wet cunt.  She groaned as Michelle fingered her
inside, her tight pussy clenching around her wife's fingers.

   She fell forward with a gasp as Michelle pulled her fingers out of
David's cunt.  Her whole body burned with arousal she was only now noticing
was there.  Of *course* she was turned on.  Even as horrified as she was at
actually seeing it realized, this was one of her most intense fantasies -
seeing her wife turned into this bimbo fuck toy...it made her unbelievably
hot.  And seeing her involuntarily forced to lick a woman's pussy, even if
it belonged to David...

   She rolled over partway to see what her wife was doing, and her senses
came back to her somewhat as she saw Michelle raising her glistening
fingers, covered in David's pussy juice and Lisa's cum, to her lips.

   "Michelle...no, wait...don't!"

   To late, David realized that to have had any chance of getting his
wife's attention, he would have had to have remembered to use her new bimbo
name, as his words didn't even seem to register on her.  Not that it
probably would have mattered.  Michelle closed her eyes as she slipped her
fingers into her mouth and began to slurp at them, moaning quietly in
pleasure.

   Suddenly her eyes snapped open, a look of surprisingly aware horror on
her face.  She turned to look at David, a miserable expression coming over
her as she began to tremble, her eyes flicking downwards towards David's
pussy, as though she was trying desperately to pretend it wasn't there.

   "Oh, Shelli," David whispered, sadly.

   With an animalistic groan of self-loathing and need, Michelle suddenly
flipped David's small body over.  David was too surprised and dizzied at
the sudden motion to even have time to try to get away before Michelle
swung her leg over David's head, pinning David's arms with her legs while
she turned to put herself into the 69 position they'd always loved when she
was a man.  David sobbed and tried to get away as he felt her huge tits
settling against her smooth belly, but the heavier Michelle kept her well
pinned as she pried David's legs apart.

   David found herself staring up at that glorious bare cunt his wife now
had, her piercing dangling down from her clit, dripping with her juices. 
The upside down "SLUT" was split in the middle by her wet pink
cunt...wetter than David had ever seen it before.  His wife had always
gotten wet before, but now it was literally dripping out of her onto
David's small tits, and it seemed like it was just starting.  The musky
odor of his wife's pussy filled David's nostrils for the first time in half
a year.

   The mesmerizing distraction of Michelle's shaven, pierced, tattoed,
dripping pussy was David's final undoing.

   David suddenly squealed as Michelle's mouth closed over his slit and
clit.  Michelle was making miserable moans of protest, even as she was so
obviously desperately turned on by what she was doing.  Her inexpert
licking and suckling was irrelevant next to how incredibly turned on David
was.  David sobbed and bucked weakly against the woman on top of him, as
she felt her orgasm approaching rapidly.

   "Please...oh god Shelli...please, let me up...please don't do this to
mmmmmmAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

   David exploded into one of the most intense orgasms she'd yet felt as a
woman, the terror and the humiliation and the vision of what had been done
to her wife all combining for an incredible blend of explosive bliss.  She
shrieked out her pleasure as her tiny body thrashed underneath Michelle.

   As she came, David began to sob both from the overwhelming pleasure and
the sudden realization of what Lisa had done to her.  She could actually
feel herself growing dumber as she came - she seemed to be aware of her
thoughts clouding over and becoming simpler, harder to grasp, even as she
became less able to have those thoughts.

   Finally she came down from her orgasm, shuddering and shivering and
sobbing as she tried to pull her thoughts together.  They kept slipping
away from her, though, like sand through her fingers.  And she was too weak
from cumming so hard to even make any real effort to pull out from
underneath Michelle, who continued to lick her.  And she was already
tingling as she started building towards another orgasm...

   Lisa stepped into view above David's head, his hard cock dangling over
her mouth.  Lisa found herself staring at it and starting to smile, then
ripped her eyes away to look up at Lisa grinning down at her.

   "Feeling a little distracted, are we?  Maybe a little hard to focus?"

   "Please," cried David, "Please make her stop...I'm sorry I did that
stuff...I don't wanna get more dumber..."

   "Awww....you don't?  Hmm....tell you what...your wife *still* doesn't
like being fucked in the ass, even as much as she's done it in the last
couple of months.  If I said that if I came in her ass, I'd make her stop
licking you, would you want me to fuck her little asshole?"

   Michelle made a squealing moan of protest, but didn't lift her mouth
from David's cunt.

   "Sure...yeah...anything," David pleaded, sobbing, any protectiveness he
might have felt towards his wife dwarfed by the terror of his worst phobia,
"fuck her ass...just don't let her make me dumber like her..."

   "Hmmm...well," Lisa said, looking thoughtful, "I *do* like listening to
her cum from a cock in her ass, knowing how much she hates it..."

   "Please," gasped David, bucking as a jolt of pre-orgasmic pleasure shot
through her, "please hurry and fuck her ass...oh god..."

   "Well, I certainly can't fuck her ass if she's not well lubricated,
right?  I mean, I *could*," Michelle choked out a squealing sob at that,
"but it wouldn't be much fun for either of us."

   Sobbing as she felt her orgasm approaching, David desperately tried to
yank her arms free to gather up the slippery juices now dribbling copiously
out of Michelle's pussy.  But Michelle, now moaning in protest at having
her ass used, shifted her weight to keep David's arms pinned firmly against
the bed.  David sobbed in frustration...

   Suddenly, an idea formed in her slightly foggy mind, and she leaned up,
and began to gather Michelle's slippery pussy in her mouth, licking and
slurping at Michelle's wet pussy.  Michelle moaned now in pleasure at
having her cunt licked.

   Her moan changed to a whimper of dislike (but tinged with pleasure), as
David pulled her mouth from Michelle's cunt (reluctantly...it tasted
awfully good) and began to tongue her asshole, spitting the slippery pussy
juice and spreading it all over and into her tight rectum with her tongue.
Michelle shuddered at the sensation and moaned into David's cunt, and David
felt her asshole tighten and throb against her tongue.

   Finally, David leaned back again, her face glistening with Michelle's
wetness, and looked up at Lisa with a pleading expression.

   "Please fuck her ass now?  Please...oh please..."

   David was starting to gasp as she begged.  Lisa made a small giggle and
placed the tip of his cock at Michelle's asshole.  Michelle let out a
squeal, and began to suck Lisa harder, her tongue thrumming over David's
clit...

   "Oh no...oh god no...please Lisa, please
nnnnnNOOOOOOOOAOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

   David shrieked again in a second orgasm, just as intense as her first.
And just like before, she felt her intelligence slipping away further. 
When she came down, gasping for breath, she let out a long, whimpering
moan, then started to cry again.

   "Whoops," giggled Lisa, "I guess I didn't quite get there in time. 
Sorry about that, David...I guess you're a little less bright now..."

   "Ohhhh nooo," David sobbed.  She felt like she was thinking through
molasses.  And worse, as jolts of pleasure periodically fired up from her
cunt, she found that she had difficulty concentrating on what was
happening,

   "Please, Lisa...please hurry...do her in the ass...I don' wanna be
a...a..."

   "An airhead?  A bimbo?"

   David giggled at the funny words, and then moaned as her one-track mind
realized what she was doing.

   "Oh god...please stop it..."

   "OK, I guess I'll do what I can to help..."

   Lisa leaned in, her cock pressing at the slick entrance to Michelle's
asshole.  Her wife squealed again in protest, and the vibrations and her
tongue made David shiver in pleasure, yet another orgasm rapidly building.
She watched, enraptured as Lisa shoved his cock into Michelle's ass while
her wife grunted in pain and pleasure and humiliation.  David felt a sudden
wash of jealousy go through is addled mind - Michelle had never let *her*
fuck her as when she'd been a guy.  Then she remembered that Michelle still
didn't want to have that cock in her ass at all, and it was only happening
because David was trying to save herself from growing dumber, and David
began to cry again.

   Suddenly, Michelle jerked as Lisa plunged all the way into her ass, and
moaned in what was obviously a small orgasm as her pussy pulsed and a
sudden gush of her juices splashed out and splattered all over the very
surprised David's face and tits.  David stopped mid-sob in surprise and
found herself licking her wife's juices off her lips again...suddenly
smiling.

   "Yummy," giggled David.  She leaned up and stuck her tongue in the bare
pussy so close to her face, to start slurping up that lovely juice.  She
moaned in pleasure at the tongue lapping at her cunt, the cock that her
tongue periodically slid up to stroke as it slid in and out of the
adorable, stretched asshole...

   Wait, she suddenly thought, wasn't something wrong?  She had to stop
before...

   David squealed in delight and pleasure as she came again, slurping at
Michelle's lovely cunt.  Her mind slipped further away, and she could
barely remember that there was something she was supposed to be doing.  She
had a vague sense of something being wrong, but she really couldn't think
past the pussy in her mouth, and the mouth on her pussy, other than some
intensely frustrating sense that she had to do something...

   By the next orgasm, she had forgotten her name, and the names of the
girl who's pussy she was licking, and who was licking hers, and the owner
of the lovely cock that was plunging into that girl's ass.  With her next
one she was reduced to moaning incoherently, trying to remember what she
was going to say...then how to say anything...then how to do anything but
lay back while the squealing girl's pussy dripped on her face and she lay
there drooling, grinning, cumming, and periodically sobbing with brief
flashes of horrible understanding at what was happening to her that faded
as quickly as they came.

   Finally, Lisa came with a grunt in the squealing Shelli's ass, and then
pulled her cock out with a pop and a moan from Shelli.  As she did, a rush
of cum ran out, dribbling over Shelli's pussy and dripping onto the
dreamily smiling David's face.

   "Uhhhhnnnn....muhhhhh...." gurgled David, happily, shuddering in another
orgasm as the cum dripped into her mouth.  Periodically she licked her lips
and swallowed.

   Lisa stared down at her, and cleared her throat.

   "OK, Shelli, why don't you stop now."

   Like a switch had been thrown, Shelli rolled off of the smaller woman
and began to sob in disgust, wiping David's pussy juice from her mouth. 
Her eyes fell on the drooling girl, covered in cum and pussy juice, lying
there smiling mindlessly, and she began to cry.

   "That's right Shelli, look what you did!  Turned your poor husband into
a drooling vegetable.  At least she looks happy."

   Michelle looked up at Lisa with loathing.

   "I din't!  You made me!  I din't wanna do that!  I...I hate you!"

   Lisa laughed.

   "Well, I guess it's all in the point of view.  And I never really liked
you either, though this body sure does.  Hmm..."

   Lisa stood and looked down at his old body.  David gave no sign that she
was even aware of the outside world in there, except for her periodic
uncontrollable sobs that turned back into that beatific smile.

   "Well, *that's* boring.  I think we need to see what else we can do with
her.  Fortunately I brought just the thing."

   Lisa walked over to the bag sitting in the corner and rifled around for
a moment then finally grunted as he stood up with something jingling in his
hands.  While Michelle watched, he lifted David's pretty head while she
gurgled mindlessly at the touch, and slowly fastened whatever it was around
her neck.  Then he stepped back with a dark grin and looked down at her.

   David blinked and some modicum of intelligence seemed to flow back into
her eyes.  Her tongue-lolling drooling stopped and she began to pant.  A
look of confusion crossed her face and she slowly rolled over onto all
fours.  She looked around at Michelle and Lisa, then suddenly let out a
loud bark.

   Lisa giggled, her cock jerking in response.

   "Boy, David *definitely* liked this fantasy.  Sit, girl!"

   Obediently, David sat back on her haunches.  Her expression was blankly
happy, and her eyes were dull as she looked up at Lisa expectantly.  It was
clear that there was nothing more intelligent than a dog's mind sitting
behind those obedient, stupid eyes, even if the body was that of a slender
woman.

   Michelle stared at what had become of her former husband in horror.  But
Lisa grinned.

   "Shall we take our new puppy out to play?"

   When Lisa re-awoke David's mind, some time later, David pitched forward
at her feet, sobbing and whimpering furiously.  Lisa hadn't removed the
collar, so David was still stuck in dog-mode, and groveled pathetically as
she whined like a terrified, bad dog.  Her eyes were mad with terror and
humiliation, broken and servile.  Warm piss began to pour from her pussy,
running down the inside of her thighs and dripping onto the hotel carpet as
she peed herself in dog-like submission, her mind barely able to recognize
that she wasn't a dog anymore, and was able to once again think like a
human.  She nuzzled Lisa's shoes as she whimpered and wet herself.

   The memory of the last few...days?  weeks?  - her concept of time had
been completely lost in her animal mind - was hard to decipher.  Reduced to
dog-level intelligence, she'd barely been able to assign any context to
anything.  She knew that she'd been punished early on for doing what she
was uncontrollably doing now, peeing on the floor, and even now the sounds
of "bad dog!" echoed through her mind, bringing with them shame and intense
self-loathing.

   After that, though, had come a period of wonderful happiness, as she'd
spent the night at the foot of their bed after several hours of them
playing with their doggy and making her feel so good.  The next morning,
she'd been led on a leash by her master and mistress somewhere (in a car?
she hadn't known what it was, but now she realized it must have been). 
She'd lain on her mistresses lap while her mistress had stroked her head -
she'd been such a good dog, she licked the salty water off of her
mistresses face, and her mistress had giggled and made strange other
noises...and then she'd licked the salty other stuff from between her
mistresses legs and her mistress had made much louder noises that she knew
were good noises.

   She remembered sticking her face happily out the window, barking at the
other masters and mistresses that went by so quickly, feeling the wind on
her breasts.  She had the vague memory of all of those other humans staring
at her while her master laughed and her mistress made those funny noises
and made more salt water from her eyes.

   And then she remembered being at the place with lots of other dogs like
her.  And a few other humans.  And she knew the other dogs wanted to breed
and she was so happy that they wanted to breed with her as they mounted her
over and over again.  She felt so *good* when the other dogs mounted her,
she barked loudly while the humans watched.  Periodically the humans would
let her lick them, either salty between their legs like her mistress, or
hard like her master.  Her mistress also licked her, though she made the
salt water noises while she did - maybe she didn't like the other dog's
salty stuff that was in her dog pussy...

   She'd slept with the other dogs, like she was supposed to, though
periodically they made it obvious that they wanted to try to breed her
again, and she'd been happy to oblige.  Though she missed her mistress and
master, and had been so happy when they'd come for her the next day.

   And through it all was a vague awareness of how *wrong* all this was,
that somehow she was not right, she should be something else, something
more, and sheer terror that she would never again be what she was supposed
to be.  Like the knowledge that she was trapped in a nightmare (no matter
how pleasurable) that though she ran and ran and ran she could never
escape.

   Now, of course, David realized with horror that she'd been made to fuck
a number of dogs - how many she didn't know - while other people had
watched her bark and cum.  Michelle had been made to lick her pussy over
and over, with the dog cum inside...

   And she didn't care about any of that, as long as Lisa didn't take her
intellect away again...she'd gladly act like a dog, do anything Lisa wanted
as long as she was allowed to keep her mind.

   Lisa giggled, wrinkling his nose at David peeing herself so pathetically
and cowering in front of him.  He leaned down and unfastened the collar
from David's neck.  Without a break, her whining turned into hoarse words,
from a mouth that wasn't used to them.

   "pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..."

   David, now vaguely human again, pulled herself around Lisa's leg,
clutching it and shaking with terror as she begged over and over again,
shuddering and shivering and rocking slightly, eyes wide with madness.

   "Wow...and that was only a little over a day like that!  That really is
an impressive phobia you have there."

   David's utter panic slowly released it's grip on her mind just enough
that she was able to process what Lisa had said.  A day?  She'd only been a
mindless dog for a *day*?  Though somehow she realized that must be the
case - even as clouded as it was, her mind could only distinguish two
nights of sleeping, one at the foot of the bed, and one in the kennel - she
couldn't believe it.  The sensation of being trapped inside her worst
nightmare, even though she couldn't understand that was what it was, had
stretched the time out and made it seem endless.

   "I wonder what would happen if I left you like that for a year?"

   "NOOOOOOOOOO!!" shrieked David, clutching at Lisa's leg desperately. 
She pulled herself to a kneeling position and began to fumble desperately
at Lisa's belt and pants to free her cock, while Lisa looked down with an
expression of shock.

   "I'll suck your cock - I'll be the best cocksucker you've ever had! 
I'll fuck anyone anything anywhere you want please please make me act like
a dog make me do anything you want just don't make me stupid again don't
make me mindless..."

   David's begs were muffled as she finally wrapped her mouth around Lisa's
cock, and Lisa groaned with pleasure as David whimpered around her cock,
sucking and stroking it with her tongue.  A minute later, his warm cum
sprayed forth into David's mouth, who eagerly swallowed it all, desperate
to show how good a girl she'd be if Lisa would let her...

   "Wow," gasped Lisa, pulling her cock from the desperate David's sucking
lips, "you *are* terrified to go back like that aren't you?  Hmm...well,
truth be told, I'm not wild about having to care for you as my dog for too
long.  For a little while is fun, but I suspect it would get tedious. 
Besides, to be honest...it just feels weird having you around and looking
at my old body, even if you are acting like a dog.  I'd just give you to
someone else, but then that always comes with the risk that Greg would go
looking for you, and *that* could be *very* inconvenient.

   "And I could leave you brainless but *with* Greg, but that doesn't
really seem any fun either, and might also raise some odd questions.  No, I
guess I'll have to return you to your life."

   David began to sob in relief, hugging herself and rocking back and forth
on the floor.

   "Still, I don't want to have to worry that you'll pull another little
stunt like you did, or try something else clever that might cause me
problems..."

   "I won't...I won't...I won't..."

   "You understand, of course, that I can't just take your word for it. 
I'll have to test you and make sure that you are really willing to do what
I want."

   "Yes...anything...anything..."

   "Hmmm...OK...well, first things first, then..let's start with Shelli
over here..."

   Lisa hauled the trembling David to her feet, and David turned to notice
for the first time that Michelle was sitting naked on the floor in the
corner, holding herself and crying much like David had been.  Her huge
breasts dangled down between her legs, forcing them slightly open.

   She lifted her head, her bright pink hair framing her pretty face.  Her
eyes were red - she'd obviously mostly cried herself out.  And David's eyes
widened as she looked into her wife's eyes - Michelle was *aware*.  Her
miserable expression was made all the more painful by the fact that she
clearly had been released from her bimbo mind, at least temporarily, and
she was completely and fully aware of all of the tremendous changes she'd
been forced to undergo, and the horrible things she'd done, and how much
she'd enjoyed them.

   David let out a small sob as they looked into each others eyes.

   "OK, David, your first test...I've let pretty Shelli here be smart too,
for a little while, though I don't think she's enjoying it.  If you want to
not be totally brainless forever, then you're saying that Shelli is mine to
do with as I will, forever, right?  I should turn her back into the slut
bimbo she made herself into, but she'll remember that you let me do this to
her.  Is that what you want?"

   Michelle's eyes widened at Lisa's words, and her head snapped around to
look at David with pleading eyes.  David stared back at her, trembling.

   "Please, David," Michelle whimpered in her high-pitched little girl's
voice, "please...don't let her make me like that again...please..."

   Much later, David realized how cleverly Lisa had planned this whole
thing.  If she'd been presented with this question before her day as a dog
she would have jumped at the chance to free her wife, even given the cost.
And a week or two later, when the terror had faded a bit, she might have
been strong enough to sacrifice herself for Michelle.  But today, just a
short time after being given her mind back...

   "Yes," David rasped, heart lurching at the horrified betrayal in her
wife's eyes, "she's yours."

   "NOOOOOOOO!" sobbed Michelle, "Please!  Please David!  Don't let her do
this to me!"

   Lisa grinned over Michelle's wails.

   "Wow...I wasn't sure you'd give her up so easily.  But...you know, I
think that turning her back into a bimbo forever should be celebrated with
some new humiliation, don't you?  I mean - you're so much better at coming
up with ideas to humiliate your wife than I am...tell you what, why don't
you give me a new idea to try on her, and she can turn back into a bimbo
while we watch that."

   David looked up at Lisa with an expression of misery, trying not to
listen to her wife's wails, as Michelle worked to haul herself to her feet,
even more thrown off by her huge tits during her hiccuping sobs of terror.
David let out a choked sob and leaned in and began whispering his idea to
Lisa, whose eyes widened as she listened.

   "Hmmm...uh-huh...oh!  Like a dog?  Every time she...  Oh my god, that's
*nasty*...I love it!  I would *never* have thought of something like that.
Let's try it..."

   Michelle had finally reached her feet when suddenly she groaned in
pleasure, falling against the wall.  Michelle's fingers in her mind lasted
a few moments, and then she let out a gasping, shuddering breath, blinking
and trying to get her bearings.

   "David, you do the honors."

   David swallowed another sob, and looked up at his huge-titted wife.

   "Sh-Shelli...go pee..."

   Michelle stared at the smaller woman in horror.

   "Wh-what?  I...oh...oh no!  Ohhh!"

   Michelle started to shift from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable as
her face began to burn with shame.  She looked toward the bathroom in
desperation, but it was obvious that she was unable to make a move towards
it, though she desperately wanted to.

   Finally with a wail, she dropped back to the ground, in a dog-like
squat, her hands on the floor pushing her massive tits forward.  And with a
wail of humiliation, she began to pee, as she had been commanded.  As she
did, the second part of her humiliation revealed itself, as her expression
changed to one of shocked pleasure, her eyes rolling back in their sockets,
and her wail turned into loud yelps and then shrieks of pleasure as she
peed on the floor.  She was cumming hard while the yellow stream dribbled
out of her, her huge tits jiggling in front of her.

   Finally, the stream stopped, and her orgasm shuddered to a close, and
she began to sob again, in utter humiliation at what she had just done. 
When she looked up at David next, her eyes were that dulled expression
she'd seen when she first arrived - a vague look of confusion on her wife's
pretty face.

   "Oh no," she sobbed, "I'm all dumb again..."

   David began to cry as well, at what she'd just done to his wife.

   Lisa rolled his eyes at the two blubbering girls, then turned to face
David.

   "Well, that's a good start.  But I have one more thing that I'd like to
do while I've got you here...and then I'll let you go back to your little
life.  But first, I feel you should know - if anything ever happens to me,
or if I ever catch you trying to do something like that again..."

   "I won't," David whispered, looking up at her massive former body in
terror, "I promise..."

   "Well, good...because I've set up a nice little trigger in your head
that doesn't take much to trip - just one word from me, or news of
something sufficiently bad happening to me that you had anything at all to
do with, and it will turn you into a dog instantly, with no way back this
time.  So you be a good girl.

   "Now then, for what *I* want..."

   Lisa looked David's naked body up and down, frowning.  To his shock, the
measuring look she gave her actually made her feel self-conscious in spite
of all that she had done, and she shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

   "You see, I've realized that I *love* big tits in your body, but I
couldn't really figure out why...I mean, you obviously liked them, but you
also obviously liked my small ones a whole lot.  But I think I figured it
out.  I always *hated* my little titties, but was too goody goody to do
anything about them.

   "So I think *you* should do something about them."

   David watched him in confusion as he went over to his bag and began
rifling around, and then her eyes widened as he turned and held up a
syringe filled with an evil-looking pink fluid.

   "Wh-what's that?" David squeaked.

   "This," Lisa said, grinning darkly, "is the stuff that gave your wife
her brand new fun-bags there.  So, here's the game...I've left one more
trigger in your mind, that will kick in tomorrow.  The smaller your tits
are at that time, the dumber you'll be.  Right now, I would say that you'll
be quite a bit dumber than your bimbo wife, here."

   David stared at him, the terror returning.

   Lisa pointed to a line on the needle, indicating about two thirds of the
liquid inside.

   "Now, this is about how much your wife shot herself up with.  So you can
decide for yourself how much you want to use.  You can just inject it into
your stomach, or wherever you like."

   Lisa handed her the syringe.  David looked at it like it was a snake
about to bite her.

   "This stuff only works once, so make sure you pick the right amount the
first time."

   David stared at the syringe, tears running down her cheeks.  Finally,
with a small wail, she pressed the needle into her stomach, yelping at the
pain, and then, trembling, began to press the plunger down, grimacing at
the burning as the fluid flowed into her.  She got about halfway, and
glanced up at Michelle's humongous tits, then with a wail, pressed the
plunger all the way down.

   Lisa's giggled.

   "Wow...well, this should be...interesting."

   David dropped the syringe to the floor, and then started to step towards
the bed.  A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, though, and she fell,
catching herself on the edge of the bed.  Her breasts were starting to
tingle, already, and she reached a hand out to touch one of them, then
giggled.

   "It's amazing stuff, isn't it?  The guy I got it from is a genius.  If
the side effects hadn't gotten him into so much trouble that he had to
leave the country, he'd be a billionaire."

   "S-side effects?" David said, eyes widening.  Then she let out another
giggle as a wave of drugged pleasure washed through her.

   "Yeah...you see," Lisa said, stepping forward, "once you inject the
stuff, it works amazingly fast - eight to ten hours, tops.  But during that
time you are...suggestible.  How suggestible is usually dependent on the
amount of this you've injected...which also obviously affects how big your
tits will get."

   David lay back on the bed, the room spinning, and giggled as another
wave of pleasure washed over her, then groaned as she realized what Lisa
was saying.

   "Obviously I could just control you and make you do what I want, but
that's a lot of work, and this seems like so much more fun.  This way, you
*know* there's no way out...whatever we make you into here today, you'll be
that way forever.  Plus, your mind is so much more creative about this
stuff than mine, and I have a great idea to see exactly what you can come
up with."

   David lay on the bed, giggling and sobbing as the drug washed through
her.  Her breasts had gone from tingling to burning, and she reached up and
began to massage them, then moaned in pleasure.  They were even more
sensitive than usual - her nipples felt like her clit.  She pulled and
stroked them...

   She let out a moan of disappointment as someone - it took him a moment
to realize it was Michelle, and David shrank away from the betrayal and
hurt in her eyes, even behind her bimbo expression - grabbed her wrists and
pulled them away.  She struggled weakly as Michelle rolled her over and
began pulling her arms back.  It was only when she heard the sound of
velcro that she realized Michelle was binding her wrists to her ankles,
using the same bondage paraphernalia David had once used on her, when she
was a man.  She giggled and then tried futilely to pull away again.

   "Wh-what are youooohhhhh!"

   David's protests faded to a moaning squeak as Lisa suddenly began to
finger her clit.  The pleasure was so intense that David could do nothing
but moan loudly, while Michelle finished fastening the harness.  When Lisa
removed her finger (before allowing David to cum, sadly), David found she
was bound tightly on her knees, face lying on the bed while her pert little
ass stuck up in the air invitingly.

   "Just a few more little additions here, and I think you'll be ready to
watch your show for a few hours."

   David tried to lift her head in fear at that, though the continued
bursts of involuntary giggling pleasure distracted her terribly.  As her
head came up, however, Michelle grabbed her hair and pulled it back,
eliciting a yelp of pain from David.  Michelle sat and lowered David's head
onto her lap...David's nostrils flared at the scent of her former wife's
obviously wet cunt.  David found herself trying to reach her slut wife's
bare cunt with her tongue.  Shelli giggled and shifted, spreading her legs
slightly while David inched forward.

   "Shelli...she's not allowed to lick you yet.  Stop playing with her and
put that in her mouth."

   Michelle made a noise of disappointment, and then a quieter whimper of
self-loathing as she once again realized what she'd been trying to do. 
David groaned again as Michelle yanked her hair to pull her head up, and
then made a muffled yelp as Michelle suddenly shoved something into her
mouth.  David began to struggle as Michelle pressed the object deeper, and
she started to gag and sob as it pressed at the entrance to her throat. 
She realized to her horror that it felt like flesh...like...like a cock. 
David began to thrash as she realized Michelle was shoving a realistic
dildo deep into her throat.

   "You'd better swallow that and start breathing through your nose,
honey," Lisa said from behind her, "or you're going to be real
unhappy...here, let me help..."

   Sobbing and squealing, David shivered as she felt Michelle's fingers in
her already drug-addled brain.  Suddenly she felt herself swallowing and
opening her throat, eyes widening as she involuntarily began letting
Michelle slide the realistic cock deeper and deeper, stretching her throat
until the fake balls rested against her chin.  David sobbed in muffled
humiliation, even as a wave of pleasure washed through her again.

   Michelle slipped out from underneath her, and David felt her pulling a
strap tight across the back of her head, and realized that the dildo
filling her throat wasn't going anywhere for a while.  She cried pitifully,
then moaned in protest at the sudden sensation of something pressing at her
asshole.

   "Now for the other end," Lisa said, happily.

   David squealed as best she could in protest again as something began
pressing into her ass...something large!  She groaned in pain as her little
asshole was stretched and stretched...and suddenly, whatever was being
forced into her ass slid all the way inside her.  She groaned in pain...and
surprising pleasure.

   David lay there crying, shuddering, as her throat and ass were
completely filled.  Even worse, as humiliated as she was, the strange drugs
were making it all feel remarkably, disturbingly good.

   Lisa wasn't done yet, however.

   While Michelle propped the sobbing David's neck and shoulders up with
pillows, so she was staring at the large TV a few feet way, David moaned as
she felt Lisa attaching something to the rings on her clit, and a few
moments later to the ones dangling from her oh-so-sensitive nipples, her
small breasts now dangling down beneath her propped up body.  She waited in
horror to see what Lisa was doing.

   Suddenly all of them started vibrating.

   "Ggggggmmmfpf!  Mmmmpphh!"

   The pleasure was...unreal.  David's eyes went wide as the rings on her
clit and nipples vibrated rapidly, sending waves of pleasure through her
small body.  Whatever pleasure she'd felt before in this body, it seemed
dwarfed by what was happening to her now.

   Suddenly the timbre of the vibrations changed, becoming a throb.  She
sobbed as the throb came and went, and somewhere realized that the objects
filling her throat and ass were throbbing as well, growing larger and then
shrinking inside her, like real cocks.  The throbbing built, and built...

   She shrieked around the fake cock filling her mouth as the orgasm ripped
through her, her tiny body convulsing with pleasure beyond anything she'd
ever imagined possible.  Somewhere she realized that both fake cocks were
squirting something warm into either end of her, and she also felt
something squirting out of her, splattering her legs.  Her mouth filled
with what tasted like cum, squirting out of the sides of the dido jammed
down her throat, and running past her lips to drip onto the bed.  But she
could barely register any of that through the insanely powerful orgasm she
was having...

   Finally, after eons, she came down from the peak of her bliss, breathing
heavily through her nostrils.  Whatever was squirting out of the cock in
her mouth (oh god...it tasted just like cum) was drooling from her mouth,
down her chin.  Her eyes were wide, and had a touch of madness in them, as
she realized the pleasure was building again...

   "Wow...you squirted!" Lisa giggled, "I never did *that* when I was in
that body.  I hope we can make that a permanent thing...

   "But for now, I think you're ready to start your show."

   David lay there, feeling the throbbing steadily building again as Lisa
walked around in front of him.  She turned on the TV, and pressed play on
the computer that was hooked to it.  She then picked up the headphones also
sitting on the counter next to the computer, and walked back over to David.

   Suddenly, on the screen, David found that she was looking at the video
her wife had filmed for beautifulagony - the first of the videos she'd done
starting on the path to becoming Shelli.  David sobbed a muffled cry, as
she saw what her beautiful wife had been, and then off to the side, what
she'd been turned turned into.

   "Now, I think it's time to watch your wife's whole transformation, don't
you?  Plus I've got some extra fun stuff on here for you..."

   Lisa settled the headphones over David's ears, and she could now hear
her wife's panting moans as she built towards her first-ever orgasm on
video.  And David let out a moan of her own as she heard Lisa's male voice
in the background, on a separate track...

   "You are worthless.  You are only defined by your body.  And especially
by your tits.  Your little tiny tits are ridiculous.  Only big huge tits
are good.  Girls like you are good for nothing but sex.  You gain your
worth only by being used.  You love people to look at your body.  You are
nothing but your sexy body.  Your only value is as a sex toy.  You need to
be used..."

   David sobbed in horror as the throbbing built in time with the
humiliated masturbation of her wife on the screen, in her nipples, in her
clit, in her ass, in her throat.

   "Mrrrppp!!  Nrrrrrpppphh!!!"

   "You love watching the girls you care about humiliating themselves.  All
girls are to be used only for sex.  Especially you, but also especially
girls you are close to.  The more you care about a girl, the more you want
to see them turned into whatever type of slutty sex toy that would most
humiliate them..."

   She desperately wanted to close her eyes, stop listening to the voice,
stop watching her wife, playing with herself, and getting ever closer to
cumming, but she couldn't - Lisa's compulsion wouldn't let her look away or
do anything but watch as Michelle started to cum...

   Suddenly, the pulsing vibrations ramped up and David's little body began
to jerk.  The cocks in her ass suddenly pulsed and her eyes went wide as
something warm began spraying from them into her from both ends.  And her
eyes went wide as the pleasure built and built...

   "Nrrr!  Nrrrr!  NRRRRMRMMMMMMMMMMM!  MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! 
MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

   David's mind evaporated under the onslaught of explosive bliss that came
with her orgasm as fake cocks sprayed their fake jism into her throat and
ass.  And all the while, she stared at her wife's beginnings on her road to
becoming the bimbo she now was, while her own recorded male voice continued
telling David what *she* was.



   David rolled over with a grunt, her massive tits jiggling as they
dangled from her otherwise tiny body.  Since that day, David had long since
lost any ability to think of herself as a man, though that was by far the
least of the many changes to come out of Lisa's "training".  Lisa had been
true to her word, and David had retained most of her intelligence, though
she was a little dimmer, a little slower.  Unfortunately, that was the best
thing that could be said of what had come out of that day, for David at
least.

   By the time Lisa finally let her out of the contraption, David had lost
count of the number of times she'd come, and had also lost track of the
point in which "he" became completely and utterly "she".  Sometime, during
the first few hours, she'd begun to feel her tits jiggling as she came, and
realized they must be growing, though it had been some time after that
before she'd been able to see them.

   For the first several hours, she watched Michelle's transformation into
Shelli, slowly, over a couple of months, and nearly all documented on
video. There were increasingly risque pictures and videos on sites like
beautifulagony, and ishotmyself, culminating (both literally and
figuratively) with an explosive (and apparently very popular) video of the
redhead masturbating fully nude on ifeelmyself.

   From there, things just got worse for poor Michelle.

   Not understanding why she was doing it, Michelle had been obviously
horrified to find herself compelled to find new sites to chase further
depravity on, and it was obvious that Michelle had "accidentally" found
David's set of bookmarks, and was using them for ideas of which places to
go.  Her first on-screen blowjob was almost painful to watch, as she looked
as though she couldn't believe what she was doing even when her mouth was
wrapped around the cameraman's cock, and she began to cry slightly after
he'd cum on her face, trying desperately to smile for the camera.  Her
first on-screen sex was slightly better - she was cumming sufficiently hard
as the large cock of the other guy fucked her doggy style that it was hard
to tell her blush of humiliation from the flush of pleasure unless you knew
her intimately.  She still cried during her first threesome, but the
cameraman was able to sell it as crying from cumming so hard as she bounced
up and down on one large cock while the other came in her mouth, her moans
very real and cum-filled grin almost believable.

   During all of this, David was horrified to find that his initial disgust
at watching his wife forced to humiliate herself turned after several
orgasms to pleasure, and then to craving.  By the time it got to watching
her shriek in pleasure her hands covering her face, eyes wide with shock as
some girl licked the oh-so-straight Michelle's red-furred pussy, the
obvious humiliation and self-loathing in Michelle's expression made David
cum even harder than before.

   And then came...that day.

   The first video after the "incident" was taken at their house, by Lisa.
The video came in on a shot of Michelle sitting in her bathrobe, facing
away from the camera, head bowed in shame.  As Lisa panned around, David
could hear Michelle's pitiful sobs as she pulled her robe tighter, hunching
over.

   "Come on Michelle..."

   "Please," sobbed Michelle, not looking up at the camera, "I don' want no
one to see me like this!"

   "I told you," said Lisa, as though the now dimwitted Michelle was a
child, "the doctors at the lab need to see the results, if we want to have
any chance of fixing you.  Though as much of those samples as you
took...well, I need to see your whole body, honey..."

   Michelle looked up, her eyes red and puffy from sobbing, her red hair
hanging over her face, until she pulled it back.  The amount of cleavage
beneath her tightly drawn robe was already obviously all wrong.  Finally,
with a few more words of encouragement, Michelle stood, burning with shame,
and opened her robe to reveal her glorious, monstrous new tits.

   Lisa encouraged Michelle to show them off in various ways, and Michelle
was far too dumb at this point to realize that these were hardly scientific
measurements.  She bent over (her robe falling to the floor) so Lisa could
see the huge jugs dangling and swaying, and Lisa giggled as she had
Michelle bend to touch the floor, the massive boobs falling to hit her in
the face.  Lisa had Michelle test their "sensitivity" by having her suck on
her nipples.  Michelle apologized with horrified embarrassment after she'd
made herself cum while sucking on one of them.

   This was followed by some intelligence tests, which Michelle cried
pitifully throughout.  She got as far as adding single digits with only
getting a couple of them wrong, but had almost no chance with double
digits. Spelling wasn't much better - words of four letters or less she
could usually do correctly, but anything longer she was lucky to even get
close.  Her inability to spell her own name was obviously intensely
frustrating - she sobbed with self-loathing relief when Lisa relented and
let her rename herself to "Shelli" in writing (though Lisa had to help her
spell it a few times).

   "OK, now we need to show the doctors exactly what you were doing while
your titties grew, ok Shelli?"

   Michelle looked miserable, but nodded, broken.  She walked over to the
couch and lay back, turning on the TV and pressing play on a DVD.  She
spread her legs while Lisa filmed, showing her red-furred pussy already
incredibly wet.

   The screen brightened, first with some japanese text, and then began one
of David's favorite anime porno films.  The girl in the film had been
transformed into a huge-breasted sex fiend, with nipple bells dangling from
her large hard nipples, and bright pink hair.  The source, obviously, of
David's original story.  Michelle began cumming almost immediately as she
stroked her wet cunt and pulled on her new enlarged nipples, staring avidly
at the girl that she would eventually come to look like.

   David was pretty much cumming continuously at this point, herself.  And
through it all, behind the sounds of her wife cumming and crying, was his
own male voice, droning on and on telling David what she really was.

   David hadn't realized that Lisa and Shelli had left shortly after tying
him up, and by the time they returned some hours later, she was completely
unaware of anything other than her overwhelming pleasure, the images in
front of her, and the droning voice shaping her mind.  Her small body was
rocking back and forth as she came over and over, her grunts muffled now by
exhaustion.  She barely was aware of Lisa rooting in her mind once more,
and then suddenly the overwhelming, vibrating pleasure that was her world
shut off.

   David let out a strangled moan, and then collapsed into blissful
unconsciousness.

   When she finally woke up, she was...shattered.  It took her some time to
vaguely remember who she was, and even longer to recognize *where* she was.

   She was lying on her bed - Greg's bed - completely naked and exhausted
to the point of paralysis.  She felt miserable, and after some time she
realized it was because she was empty, which made her feel incomplete.  No
cock in her mouth, or her cunt, or her ass, like there was supposed to
be...

   What was left of her mind fought against the image she now had of who
she was, but it was a laughably pitiful battle.  At the very core of her
being, she knew she was nothing more than a receptacle for cum, a set of
holes for pleasing men.  The part of her that had been David tried to
convince her that she was more than that, that she'd once been a man, and
that she didn't need to be filled to be fulfilled...but it was like telling
a drowning man that the water isn't wet.

   After some time, she pulled herself upright.  And felt things shift and
slide and jiggle in a way that they never had before.  Her eyes lifted to
look at herself in the mirror...

   She almost came from the rush of pleasure that her reflection caused,
showing the changes to her body.  Then burst into tears as some small part
of her fragmented mind was overcome with humiliation (which again brought a
rush of pleasure).

   She was...absurd.

   Her tits - no one would ever call them anything but that - were so
insanely large on her tiny body that they were simply not possible.  And
yet from their heavy, slightly drooping look, with large, slightly
downward-pointing nipples, it was quite clear they couldn't be anything but
natural.  They rested lightly in her lap as she sat there, and when she
stood, they hung down to her bellybutton.

   She would later discover that they were 38Fs.  Which were ridiculously
huge on her tiny, petite frame.

   And some part of her brain *loved* them, as they were so much better
than those little itty bitty girl titties she'd had before, useless and
small and...

   David felt a sudden desperate need for someone else, to hear another
voice other than the ones in her head telling her what she was.

   So she reached for the phone and, in a motion that would seal the poor
girl's fate, called the one person who was always nice to her in all of
this.  The one person who could perhaps comfort her, even through this new
insanity.

   When Sandra answered, she quietly asked the young goth girl if she could
come over, just to talk.  Some things had happened, and she needed someone
friendly to talk to...

   Of course she could come over.  Sandra would be there to pick her up in
a half hour.

   The poor girl had had no idea what was about to happen to her.



   "gggggNNNNGGGGAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

   David began to squeal again as another orgasm ripped through her and she
felt the warm bloom of Greg's cum filling her ass.  As she always did, she
shuddered in delight at the sensation, the very distant sense of
humiliation and disgust from her once-male brain at being fucked in the ass
always making her cum harder and longer this way than any other.

   Finally, with a groan, Greg pulled his cock from her ass with a small
"pop", and David couldn't stop her small whimper of disappointment. 
Gasping from her orgasm, she rolled over heavily, her monstrous tits
shifting and sliding as she did so.  Mouth watering, she quickly began to
clean her "husband's" cock off, trying to gently coax it back into
hardness. Greg laughed, and reached down to play with his wife's impossibly
huge tits, grinning as she moaned when he stroked a nipple.

   David's body tingled as she felt Greg's cock begin to harden in her
mouth once more...
   To be continued...