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 Author: wandrer
Title: Costume Party
Universe: Oddues Oddities
Keywords: mf, tf, tg, lact, best, ff, mc, nc
Summary: A halloween game purchased at Oddues Oddities leads to
involuntary transformations of all of the guests at a party.
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   "Costume Party"

   Ian sighed as he walked down the street, glancing at the shops.  He'd
been trying to come up with a good idea for a halloween party for a week -
the last few years the costume parties they'd thrown had been fun, but now
that he and Shauna was engaged, he felt like this needed to be a big one.
After all - they'd met at a halloween party, brought there by their mutual
love for the holiday.

   He'd searched on-line for a good party game, but none of them had jumped
out at him.  And none of the little halloween shops he'd popped his head
into while wandering around today had had anything particularly interesting
to offer.

   He stopped in surprise as he realized he'd stepped into a small, strange
shop while his mind had wandered.  He shook his head - he didn't remember
deciding to come in here, but here he was.  He glanced a the sign - "Odues
Oddities" it read.

   He let out a small laugh - well, couldn't hurt to wander through the
store and have a look.

   After about five minutes, Ian was shaking his head in amazement.  Some
of the stuff in here looked like just junk, but some of it...was bizarre.
Strange puzzles and boxes, skulls made of bronze, a pen that looked like it
was made of glass but had a gorgeous woman's figure seemingly writhing in
bliss, an amazingly lifelike statue of a goateed man in a suit, with grey
hair pulled back in a pony tail...

   "Can I help you find something?"

   Ian jumped and stifled a yell as the man spoke.  He had been standing
very still, in the back of the aisle, looking at Ian, and somehow hadn't
registered as an actual person.  Ian shook his head and took off his
glasses, rubbing his eyes - something about the light in here was
definitely making things look odd.

   "Uh, yeah...I don't know, actually.  I'm just looking for something fun
for halloween.  A game, or something, so that my fiance and I can have a
good party.  Something different this year.  Is this a...Halloween store? I
don't remember seeing it here before, and you certainly have some amazingly
bizarre items."

   "Ah," the man said, and smiled a thin smile, "tis the season and all
that.  Indeed, you could say we are a store of many tricks for the All
Hallows Eve holiday.

   "...Ian, was it?  I think I might have something that will suit you
nicely..."

   Ian followed the man as he moved back into the shop, and only after
several turns did it occur to him - had he ever mentioned his name? 
Shaking his head again, Ian realized he must have.  How else could the guy
have known...

   Ian halted suddenly to keep from walking into the back of the man, who
was pulling something down from the top shelf at the back of the store.

   "This has been here for some time...oddly, no one seems to have noticed
it during the holiday."

   He stepped back and held up a wooden box, covered with dust.  He blew on
the top, and a cloud of grey flew out from it.  Ian inhaled a bit and began
coughing and wheezing his asthma acting up almost immediately.

   As he blinked away the tears from his coughing, he stumbled after the
man, who was headed back towards the front of the shop.  He hacked and
wheezed and tried to speak.

   "What...<cough>...what is it?"

   The suited man set the box down on the counter, and Ian stopped and
finally got a good look at it.  The box was made of some gorgeous swirling
wood, deep oranges and blacks - clearly colors that screamed "halloween".
It looked ancient, though it obviously couldn't be as old as it seemed.  On
the top was an intricately carved jack-o-lantern, with one side a face of
evil mischief, and the other a strange expression of horror and...something
else.  The light from a candle high up on a shelf flickered in the
glistening wood and gave the illusion that candlelight was flickering in
the eyes of the carved pumpkin.

   Ian found himself staring at the box, almost hypnotized by its strange
allure.

   "I'll take it..." he breathed.

   The proprietor raised an eyebrow and let out a small sigh.

   "Wouldn't you like to know what it is, first?"

   "Oh, uh," Ian found himself blushing as he shook his head, "sure. 
Yeah."

   "This box contains a number of costume instructions - one to send to
each of your guests so they can prepare for a party.  The outfits, and the
party - I feel I should warn you - may be a little...risque, by some
standards.

   "The final letter - not to be opened till all have arrived, contains the
instructions to follow thenceforth.  I am certain that you and your guests
will be...entertained by the resulting effects."

   Ian blinked.  His eyes kept flickering back to the box.  Risque, huh? 
Well, as much as he loved Shauna, he had to admit he had hopes of making
her a little bit more sexually...open, if not adventurous.  Maybe a
slightly risque Halloween game would be fun.

   "Great!  Sounds awesome!  I'll take it."

   The man smiled another thin smile, and muttered, "Of course you will."
He reached into a drawer and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper, and
handed Ian a ball point pen as he unrolled it on the table next to the box.

   "Please sign here."

   Ian took the pen and signed his name on the rolled out paper.  The ink
from the pen was a deep red.  Ian chuckled slightly at the effect, clearly
some sort of fake blood ink.  Definitely a Halloween store.

   "Enjoy your evening, Ian," the man said with his thin smile, rolling the
parchment up and slipping it into a drawer beneath the counter.  Ian nodded
and wandered out, carrying the box under one arm.

   It was as he was opening the door to the apartment he and his fiance had
just moved into that it occurred to him - he couldn't recall actually
*paying* for the box.  Shaking his head, he opened the door.  Definitely a
little out of sorts today.  Well, at least he'd found them something
different for Halloween this year.

   Ian stared at himself in the mirror.  He had to admit - the simplicity
of his costume was a little disappointing.  Still, he'd done his best to
look his part.  His hair was slicked back and dyed black, he was dressed in
a sharp-looking gray suit - he'd even bought new glasses, small wire-rimmed
things that had a slightly sinister look about them.

   He picked up the yellowed piece of paper that he'd chosen from the box,
its deep red wax seal now broken, and read it over briefly, nodding.  Yep,
simple, but he'd definitely done his best to look the part.

   "Well, how does this look?"

   He turned to look at Shauna and grinned.  She stood in the doorway to
their bathroom, shyly.  She was wearing a sari - a blue one that looked
gorgeous against her dark indian skin, and from the sides of it poked her
normal two arms...and four additional ones.  They'd managed to find the
extra-arm kits at a halloween store nearby, and he had insisted they paint
them to match Shauna's brown skin.  They looked surprisingly real, hanging
from her sides, and tied to her real wrists so she could lift them and move
them around.

   He looked her up and down - she was cute, in a round way.  Her face was
pretty, and the fact that she was somewhat heavy had never really bothered
him.  The sari wrapped her soft, large breasts, and then flowed down over
her hips to hang to the floor.  She was wearing hidden platform heels that
added a surprising amount of height - he'd thought that the description
called for a woman slightly taller than her 5'1".

   He realized she was staring at him, waiting for a response.

   "You look great, sweetie!  Just like the description on your page. 
You'll be perfect for this, I'm sure."

   She flashed a quick smile, and then exited the bedroom to go check on
dinner.

   "Thanks.  I still feel a little silly - and a little stereotyped as the
indian-girl-with-six-arms.  Weird that I happened to open that particular
envelope.  But I'll admit, I'm curious to see what happens with this game
you brought home."

   Ian nodded.  He had to admit - he was a bit nervous about this whole
event, since he had no idea what remained inside the last envelope in the
box - sealed with an orange and black seal like the carving on the top. 
There were no other instructions anywhere, and he'd just sort of guessed
how it should work based on what seemed right.

   The ten red-sealed envelopes he'd mailed to each of the guests, after
opening one of them himself.  It had been fortunate that they'd had exactly
as many as needed for the party - originally he'd thought they were only
having eight guests (the three couples they'd originally planned to
invite), but then Shauna had asked if she could invite a friend of hers who
happened to be in town, and Betsy (Shauna's friend), had called to ask if
they could bring her husband's cousin, making an even ten.

   Yes, very lucky that they'd had the exact number of costume instructions
that they needed...

   He turned at the sound of the doorbell, and walked out of their bedroom
with the box tucked under his arm, switching off the lights as he went.

   Time for the party to start.

   Ian stepped into the hallway to find his wife hugging another woman, her
four extra-arms half-heartedly adding to the hug.  As Shauna stepped away
from her, Ian realized this must be her friend from out of town, as he
didn't recognize her.

   "Hi," she said, smiling with a slight blush in her cheeks, "I'm Nancy."

   Ian smiled back and shook her hand.  Her voice was low and sultry, an
amazingly sexy voice - he had to admit that as in love as he was with
Shauna, something about Nancy and the sound of her voice he found mildly
arousing.

   Of course, it could easily have been the outfit she was wearing as well,
the probably reason for his blush.  She was a reasonably pretty woman, but
the outfit she wore beneath her long coat made her into something else
entirely.

   She was, in a word, dressed like someone's fantasy of a
nurse-dominatrix. A white leather halter top tightly encased her
medium-sized breasts, pushing them up and exposing her cleavage enticingly.
The red cross nestled between her breasts matched the one on the little
white hat she wore.  Her midriff was bare, her white skin sliding milkily
beneath a white leather miniskirt, from beneath which emerged red fishnet
stockings encasing long, sexy legs.  Completing the ensemble were the white
knee-boots with high heels that added a couple of inches to her height, and
the cylindrical clasp lifting her raven-colored hair up into a long pony
tail that hung down behind her.

   A poke in the ribs from Shauna made him realize he was staring.  Nancy
was blushing a bit more deeply now.

   "It's too much, isn't it?  I mean...I tried to follow what the letter
said..."

   "No," Shauna said, glaring at Ian, "It's great!  Isn't it, honey?"

   Ian shook his head and smiled.

   "It's fantastic, Nancy!  I'm impressed you were able to, uh, put
something together on such short notice."

   "Good," Nancy sighed, taking off her coat, which Ian tried desperately
not to watch as closely as he wanted, "I even, uh, did that weird part of
the costume, even though you can't see it..."

   "Don't tell us!" shouted Ian as he took her coat, and both girls jumped.

   "I mean - I think that part of the game may have to do with figuring out
some secret."

   "Oh," said Nancy, blushing again, "so you didn't know what we were all
coming dressed as?  Or what the...secret parts are?"

   Ian shook his head and opened his mouth to say something further, when
the doorbell rang again.

   "Come on," Shauna said, grabbing Nancy's arm, "let's grab some drinks
while Danny lets everyone else in.  We'll throw your coat on the bed."

   Ian opened the door, stifling the urge to look back over his shoulder at
the skimpily dressed Nancy.

   "Hey," Ian said, happily, hugging the tall, slender man who was through
the door first, then taking a step back to look at his costume.  David was
dressed in a slightly ridiculous outfit - pointed brown ears stuck up from
a headband on his head, and his nose was painted black.  Around his neck
was a dog collar that read "Rover".  Other than that, he was wearing jeans
and a normal sweatshirt.

   Ian raised an eyebrow.

   "Hey," David said, shrugging, "best I could do on my way from work.  I'm
not so into the whole Halloween costume thing.  You know that.  Besides,
Jenny will make up for me."

   Rolling his eyes, Ian turned to David's wife, Jenny.

   "Wow!"

   As half-assed as David's costume was, his wife's was just as amazing. 
Jenny stepped shyly into the apartment.  The tall, slender, statuesque
blond was dressed as a leopardess - well, not so much dressed as painted.
Her whole face was painted yellow with lovely spots, and as she removed her
coat, a conservative v-neck sweater that swept down towards her modest
breasts, and a simple skirt hung down from her waist.  All of her exposed
skin - arms, hands, legs, feet, chest - sported the yellow leopard
fur-and-spots makeup.

   "It - it looks OK?  I have a friend who does body painting, and she did
this for me today," Jenny said, nervously.  The tall woman had always
lacked as much confidence as she had beauty.  And truth be told, Ian had
always harbored a secret infatuation with Shauna's tall, shyly gorgeous
best friend.

   "It...wow, amazing," Ian said, "Is it really, I mean did she do your
whole body like, uh..."

   Ian began to blush as he cut himself off, and he could tell that Jenny
had started to blush furiously as well.  David laughed and chucked him on
the shoulder.

   "Now you've embarrassed her, pervert.  Where's the beer?"

   Ian laughed and pointed towards the kitchen where Shauna and Nancy's
voices could be heard laughing.  David and Jenny walked that way, tossing
their coats in the bedroom as they went, as Ian turned back to the door
once again, buzzing in their next set of guests.  Which, as it turned out,
was all those that remained.

   First in the door were Evan and Tracy.  The paunchy Evan had on a
stuffed muscle-suit on top, and was wearing tight pants that were equally
obviously stuffed in the front.  Ian laughed as he clapped him on the
shoulder and then turned to hug Tracy, Evan's wife.

   She was dressed as provocatively as Nancy, if in a different style. 
Where Nancy's outfit was the white leather nurse/dominatrix look, the
diminutive, mousy Tracy's outfit screamed "whore", or, more accurately,
"cheap whore".  The girl's short blond hair was dusted with sparkles and
pink dye on the fringes, and her pixieish face was overly made up with
eyeliner, rouge, the works.  She wore a frilly lingerie top with spaghetti
straps and a red feather boa around her neck, and a hot red mini-skirt that
barely went to mid-thigh before giving way to black fishnets much like the
red ones Nancy wore.

   If he hadn't known Tracy for the sweet, religious southern girl she was,
he would have certainly believed she was a streetwalker.  He was somewhat
surprised that she had gone to such an extreme, but it was certainly
realistic.

   After a quick hug and hi and direction towards the drinks, he turned
towards the last three arrivals.  In front was Betsy, a very pretty, curvy
redhead.  She was dressed in a catholic schoolgirl's outfit, complete with
white shirt wrapping her largish, soft breasts, plaid skirt, and white
ankle socks nestled in very high buckled heels.  The shirt was too big, so
she'd tied it into a knot, leaving her white belly exposed.  Her red hair
was pulled up into a ponytail, completing the innocent teen look, which was
only helped by her glasses.  The effect was...smoldering to say the least.
Betsy hugged Ian with a grin, and he once again felt his temperature rise
slightly.

   After her came a girl who Ian didn't know.

   "Hi, I'm Beth."

   She stepped in, following Betsy in pulling her coat off.  Beth was a
medium-height slightly heavy girl, with moderately large breasts, and very
wide hips.  She blushed slightly as her costume was revealed.  Her face was
painted white, with a brown patch over one eye.  She had on her head a
headband with small cow's horns sticking up from her dirty blond hair, and
around her neck was a small cow-bell that tinked as she handed her coat to
Ian.  She was wearing jeans, but her shirt was patterned with white and
black spots like a dairy cow.

   "Right," Ian said, nodding and shaking her hand, "Danny's cousin. 
Welcome."

   "Thanks," chirped the blond woman, clearly quite bubbly, though not at
all in an airheaded way "this seems like fun!  Hope the costume looks OK.
Danny warned me that I should dress the part as much as possible.  I'll
admit I feel a little silly..."

   Ian smiled at her, then and smiled up at the final guest, Betsy's
husband.  The large, jovial man shook Ian's hand and then pulled him close
in a brief hug.  During which Ian was crushed against the most obvious
parts of Danny's costume.

   Danny looked mildly ridiculous in his outfit as he stepped back.  He had
clearly gone all-out with what was obviously a bizarre little outfit.  A
short black wig settled on his normally bald head (probably the same model
as the pink one his cousin wore, though it seemed shorter on the large
man), and he was otherwise dressed in classic goth-girl style, in at outfit
that fit him remarkably poorly.  The red plaid skirt he was wearing came
barely to his knees, and his legs extended downwards with black,
spider-webbed leggings encasing his hairy legs.  Somehow he'd managed to
find some platform heels that barely fit his large feet.  Around his neck
was a slender leather dog collar.

   Of course, picking the silliest part of the outfit was a tossup.  Danny
was wearing a leather top that was as clearly large as he could acquire. 
But it had given him plenty of room to stuff his bust to absurd
proportions. Ian could only imagine what a girl with breasts that huge in
real life could actually do.  And then in order to complete the silliness,
he'd stuffed the bottom part of the shirt with a pillow, in an attempt to
make himself look pregnant.

   Fortunately, there was no danger of the big goateed man being mistaken
for a real girl, pregnant or otherwise.

   "Whaddaya think?" Ian grinned, cupping his massive stuffed chest and
jiggling the fake boobs invitingly.  They rustled slightly from the tissue
paper inside.

   Ian laughed and rolled his eyes.

   "Hot, man.  Definitely hot.  C'mon, let's head to the living room."

   Ian turned and led the three of them into the living room, hearing the
voices of the other guests approaching from the kitchen.  Ian found he was
actually mildly excited by the prospect of the game, though a little
nervous at the nature of some of the costumes.  He hoped it wouldn't be
*too* risque, or Shauna might be...displeased.

   As they walked into the living room, though, his worries about the game
were drowned out by a much more obvious concern.  As his fiance stepped
into the room with Nancy, and he stepped into the room with Betsy and
Danny, their guests stopped and stared at each other in disbelief.  And not
friendly disbelief, either.

   "Nancy?!"

   "What the hell are you doing here?"

   "Uh...ah...oh boy," muttered Danny.

   Ian and Shauna stared at the the three of them - Betsy and Nancy were
staring daggers at each other, Betsy's look one of horror, Nancy's one of
fury.  Danny seemed to be trying to sink back into the wall behind him,
which was difficult to do as a large man dressed as a pregnant goth chick.
Beth was merely looking on in confusion.

   "Uh...do you guys know each other, then?" Ian said, weakly.

   Nancy and Betsy just stood, staring at each other in silence, Betsy
turning bright crimson in embarrassment, while Nancy's eyes flicked from
Betsy up to Danny, and her fury seemed flecked with hurt.  Finally Danny
spoke, weakly.

   "Uh, Nancy and I used to...date."

   "Ah," Ian said, a grin frozen on his face.  He could tell from the
tension in the room that there was more to it than that.  Quite a bit more,
almost certainly.

   (And indeed there was.  Nancy and Betsy had been fairly close friends
while Danny and Nancy were dating.  And Nancy had been more than a little
obsessed with Danny - she had been convinced that he was "the one".  It
hadn't hurt that the sex had been...incredible.  Which, of course, she'd
told Betsy all about.  Which made it all the worse when Danny broke up with
her.  And even *worse* when, a year later, he'd started dating Betsy.  And
then had married her.

   Hence, tension.)

   "Uh, well...why don't we, uh...start the game, shall we?  Since we all
know each other...now?"

   The room was distressingly quiet as everyone found places to sit.  Ian
was beginning to panic - it certainly didn't help matters that Danny, the
one they always counted on to start a joke or tell a story to keep things
moving, was flicking his eyes, horrified, between his wife and his
ex-girlfriend, clearly afraid to open his mouth.

   Ian hoped to god that whatever was in that last envelope in the box
would break the glacier that had formed in their living room.

   "So, uh...well, welcome everyone..."

   Ian walked through a quick spiel, welcoming everyone to their house,
thanking them for dressing up.  No one spoke.  The unexpected triangle sat
in various states of emotional distress, while the other two couples just
looked at each other, uncomfortably.  Shauna was giving Ian a look that
quite clearly read "Do something!"

   "...so, why don't I open the last letter, and we'll see what the game
brings us, uh, shall we?  OK.  Good."

   Ian opened the box on the table, and pulled out the sealed letter
inside. Hands trembling, he broke the seal and opened it up.

   He stared at the page, blinking for a moment.  At first, it seemed that
whatever was written there was in some language he didn't recognize.  But
as he blinked, he realized it must just be his blurred vision, as the words
resolved themselves.  Had Ian been looking up from the page, he might have
seen the brief flash of orange flame in each of his guests eyes, as well as
his own.  Or perhaps not, as none of the rest of the guests seemed to
notice it either.

   Ian cleared his throat and started to read.

   "Welcome to the...ah...'Fantasy Frenzy' Brothel," Ian blushed but forged
ahead, not looking up for fear that he'd be too nervous to continue, "where
the clientele can sample the loveliest creatures to suit their every
fantasy...and some of the strangest."

   "I'll say," Danny muttered.  This drew a few snickers from which turned
into outright laughs when he followed up with, "just wait till my water
breaks..."

   Ian breathed a small sigh of relief that the group was relaxing a bit,
even though Nancy's unintentional giggle turned into a glare at the also
giggling Betsy almost immediately.  Ian read onward, quickly.

   "Unfortunately, all is not well at the Frenzy," Ian read, "as just
before it was about to open, the funding fell through.  However, a new
investor has offered to provide funding to the establishment to see it
through these rough times, having been promised that the Frenzy will offer
services and pleasures unlike any other establishment of it's kind in the
world.

   "The owner," Ian gestured at himself, "has gathered a group of new
potential employees to try to provide services to draw in high-priced
clientele, and ensure all of them continue to be employed at the Fantasy
Frenzy for the foreseeable future."

   Ian frowned at the bottom of the letter, then looked up at the box, and
blinked in surprise.  He'd been certain that it had been empty before, but
now it was filled with small rolls of paper, each labeled with the name of
one of the guests.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt like that
should bother him for some reason, but he simply shrugged and continued
reading.

   "The notes in the box give you further direction as to who you are. 
Eventually, the owner will decide from the clues you give whether you will
be the ones to save the Fantasy Frenzy!"

   Ian looked up at the group, and found them looking back at him with
various expressions of bemusement, embarrassment, and interest.  A quick
glance at Shauna revealed embarrassment and a vague forced look of
happiness.  Ian had the feeling that she wasn't entirely pleased with *how*
risque this game was turning out to be.  Ian gave her a slightly guilty
smile, and then began handing out the wrapped notes to each of the guests.
He was once again too preoccupied to see the orange flare in each of their
eyes as their fingers touched the notes.

   "Should we, uh...open these?" Jenny said, blushing and clearly very
embarrassed by the whole thing.

   "Actually," Shauna said, standing, "why don't we wait just a minute on
that while I check on dinner...we may want to eat first if it's, uh,
ready..."

   "You need a hand?" Beth asked, obviously uncomfortable at the tension
between her cousin, his wife, and his former girlfriend.  Shauna nodded at
her, and Beth unfolded herself off of the couch with relief to follow the
shorter indian woman down the long hallway towards the kitchen.  Shauna
left with a vaguely horrified glance at Ian, grabbing her note as she
walked by.  Ian looked after her, trying to decide if he'd gone to far with
this game when he was interrupted by a nervous giggle from Jenny.

   "Tracy...wh-what are you doing?"

   Ian turned to look at Tracy and his eyes widened he saw that she had
spread her legs wide on the coffee table, and was starting to stroke them
sensuously.  Tracy wore a look of surprise, looking down at her spread
thighs and stroking hands in shock as though they were someone else's.  Her
skirt was slowly creeping upwards.

   "Ah...ah don't know," Tracy panted, her southern accent, usually nearly
nonexistent, suddenly overwhelming, "Ah just feel...well, ah feel kind
of...horny, you know?"

   "Tracy!" Jenny said, shocked.  Evan coughed in embarrassed shock at his
wife's statement, and stared at her.  She looked back at him, a look of
clear confusion on her face as she squirmed on the couch.

   "Uh, hon, don't you think you're playing this up a little too much?"
Evan choked out.

   Panic crossed Tracy's face as her small hips suddenly began to thrust
upwards while everyone stared at her.

   "Ah...ah don't know what's going on...ah just...ohhh..."

   Tracy let out a long sigh and her eyes widened.  She suddenly reached
down and pulled her small legs back, forcing the skirt to slide up around
her waist, and revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties.  Her pussy
was covered in light brown fur (revealing that she wasn't a natural blond)
and was bright red and glistening with arousal.

   All of the women in the room gasped.  All of the men found themselves
staring at the small woman's exposed cunt in amazement, with the exception
of Evan whose eyes widened as he stared at his sweet wife displaying
herself lewdly to their friends.

   "Tracy!" he shouted, mortified.  Had anyone been watching, however, they
might have seen the impossibly large bulge in his pants give a sudden
equally impossible jerk.  Everyone's attention was fully on Tracy, however.

   Horror, panic, and obvious arousal played across the tiny woman's face,
and she was panting heavily now.  She turned to look at her husband, a tear
starting to roll down one cheek, and a dribble of cum streaming from her
pussy and dripping onto the couch below.

   "Ah..ah don't know what's wrong with me," a small sob escaped as she
glanced down at her exposed cunt, and then a lustful, sluttish expression
replaced it and she sighed.

   "But ah know that a cock inside me would sure make it better..."

   "Oh my god," Betsy's hand flew to her mouth in disbelief at what was
happening.  She'd never met Tracy before tonight, but she couldn't believe
that what she was doing was normal behavior.

   "Ah'd just finger mah wet cunt, but ah don't think that would do it,"
Tracy moaned, then whimpered in humiliation, then moaned again, "ah need a
big, thick, hard cock in mah little pussy.  What do you say, hon, you wanna
fuck this slut?  Fuck your Tracy hard?"

   Evan stared mouth moving but no sound coming out.  Tracy turned
languidly to look at David who was staring at her, tongue hanging out
slightly as he looked at her wet cunt.  She grinned a come-hither grin at
him.

   "How about you, hon?  You want to mount Tracy and f-fuck her?  I ain't
never had a dog's cock inside me, but ah'm so horny, ah'd...oh god...ah'd
fuck anything that wanted some of mah wet little cunt..."

   Jenny turned to look at her husband, staring at the exposed cunt of
their friend, and suddenly anger and...another emotion she couldn't place
filled her.  She reached up and slapped him, then both of them stood in
shock staring at her hand as though she couldn't believe it had done such a
thing.

   "Ow!  What the...?!"

   David turned to look at his wife in shock, his cheek red where she had
slapped him, with small red welts where her nails had scratched his face.
She hadn't meant to do that.  His expression darkened, and she shrank back
from him with a look of terror.  He let out a low growl.

   "What the hell did you do that for?" he reached up and scratched at his
shirt.

   Jenny backed away from him into the dining room.  For some reason the
only feeling she had towards her husband right now was abject fear, and a
need to get further away.  As her butt bumped against the wall, stopping
her progress, she started rubbing it against the plaster - she had an
itching tingle right at her tailbone.

   "I...I didn't like the way you were l-looking at her...," Jenny said,
trembling.

   "Hey," he growled, following her into the other room, his voice sounding
oddly gravelly, as he scratched at his shirt more fiercely, "I'll look at
whoever I want...and I'll mount whichever bitches I want!"

   Jenny let out a small mewling sob as David glared at her.  Suddenly he
let out a choked barking noise.

   "Rrrrr!  Why is this shirt so itchy?!"

   With another growl, and a sudden slightly confused look, he grabbed his
sweatshirt and yanked it over his head tossing it to the floor, then began
to scratch at his jeans.

   It might have been the darkness of the unlit room, but his skin looked
darker and more hairy than usual.

   Back in the other room, Tracy turned back from the couple that had
disappeared, since one of her options for cock had left her view.  She
turned to look at the one other man in the room and licked her lips at
Danny's stare.  Before she could say anything, though, Nancy spoke up.

   "Oh trust me - his cock is fine and all, but with Danny, what you
*really* want is for him to lick your pussy."

   Tracy's eyes glittered in excitement as she gasped, licking her lips. 
The briefest look of misery crossed her face as her trembling hand finally
slid towards her parted thighs.  As her fingers touched her wet pussy lips,
however, any unhappiness was washed away as she let out a shuddering moan,
wetly spreading her cunt to display it to Danny, inviting his tongue over
to play.

   "*Really*?"

   "*Oh* yeah," Nancy said, grinning darkly and staring at her former
boyfriend, who looked up at her and blushed, "he's got the best tongue I've
*ever* felt...isn't that right, Betsy?"

   "Shut up, you slut!" Betsy shouted at her former friend, turning a deep
crimson from her face down into her white blouse.

   Nancy's face darkened with sudden fury, and she sprang to her feet.  The
heels added to her height as she towered over Betsy on the other couch,
stepping across the room to sneer down at her.

   "Slut?!  You have the *nerve* to call me a slut!?"

   Betsy, usually not one to back down from a fight, cowered in fear from
the leather-clad girl.  She wanted to fight back, but found that she was
suddenly terrified of Nancy.

   "You steal my boyfriend, after all the times I told you how great the
sex was, how in love with him I was...and you just come along, and he dumps
me, and then you get married.  And you call me a slut?!"

   Nancy's eyes flashed.

   "Hey, now..."

   Danny started to get up, holding out a hand placatingly towards his
ex-girlfriend and his wife.

   Nancy turned to him with a sudden flare of fire in her eyes.

   "Shut up and sit down, Danny."

   Danny fell back to the couch where he was sitting with a huff, and then
blinked in surprise.  He felt oddly compelled to stay where he was.

   After a moment, he looked down at his body as though in surprise and
confusion.  It seemed...heavier, somehow, all of a sudden.  He lay back,
breathing hard, and reached under his shirt, pulling the pillow out and
fake breasts out and tossing them on the floor, gasping, then let out a
groan and placed his hand on his stomach as though in sudden surprising
pain.

   Nancy turned back to Betsy.

   "I'll bet you've never even told him about all the guys you fucked, have
you?  Don't forget, *I* knew you!  I know *exactly* what kind of girl you
are!  Danny - you want to hear who your wife *really* is?"

   "Noo," sobbed Betsy, pawing at Nancy's leather skirt pathetically,
"please..."

   Danny stared at his wife, who normally would have smacked Nancy by now,
but was instead sobbing, looking up at her with fear and desperation.  What
didn't she want him to know?  He shifted slightly, but still couldn't seem
to make himself get up or interject.

   Nancy, meanwhile, stood above the sobbing redhead, looking down at her
with a mad, blazing grin.  She was obviously enjoying this tremendously.

   "Ohhh, yes...I think we should tell Danny *all* about some of your
adventures.  I'll bet he still thinks you're a normal, sweet girl, doesn't
he.  Think he would feel the same about you if he knew about nights like
the one at Joe's?"

   "Please," whimpered Betsy, clutching at Nancy's skirt, "please don't
tell him..."

   Nancy grinned.

   "Oh, *I'm* not going to tell him.  *You're* going to tell him."

   Betsy pulled back as though struck, and for just a moment, the normal
iron that was characteristic of the redhead appeared.

   "No!  No, I will not."

   Nancy's grin turned to a look of fury.

   "No?  No!?"

   She reached down and grabbed the redhead by her pony tail, and Betsy let
out a squeal of terror, all resistance dissolving in the face of the
hyper-aggressive Nancy.  Nancy hauled the sobbing redhead to her feet as
Betsy pulled weakly at the hand wrapped in her long red pony tail.

   She spun Betsy around so she was facing the couch and then shoved her
forward.  Betsy's sob turned into a squawk as she fell towards the couch,
throwing her hands out to catch herself before she hit the wooden back. 
She tried to turn, but Nancy still held her hair in a vise-grip, and any
attempt to turn and face her yielded pain from the hair yanking at her
scalp.

   And yet despite the pain, she turned with another squeal as she felt a
cool breeze across her thighs as her skirt was lifted high and tossed
across her back.  She turned bright read as she saw Evan and the now
fiercely masturbating Tracy both staring at her almost exposed ass.

   "Stop it!"

   Nancy giggled nastily at Betsy's pathetic attempt to order her around.
She reached up and grabbed the redhead's white cotton panties (donned
especially for her costume) and yanked them down around her ankles,
exposing her somewhat fleshy white ass and red-furred pussy to the staring
couple.  Tracy moaned in appreciation while Betsy sobbed in humiliation.

   "Oh god, no!!!  What are you AHH!!!"

   Betsy screamed at the sudden pain as Nancy's hand came down hard and
very loudly on her ass.  Her white skin turned bright red under Nancy's
hand.  Nancy gasped as though in pleasure.

   "Tell him about it!  Tell him what a slut you are!"

   "Please," sobbed Betsy, choking she was crying so hard, "please stop.  I
ca-can'tAHH!"

   Danny stared at the spectacle, frozen with horror, looking at the tears
streaking down his pretty wife's face as his ex-girlfriend spanked her
again, hard.  Betsy was incredibly pain-averse.  This must be awful for
her.

   He turned red as he felt his cock hardening in his pants as Nancy
grinned down at him, and felt an odd tingling in his nipples.

   Betsy screamed and sobbed again as Nancy's hand came down once more with
a loud smack.  Her dangling breasts jiggled and seemed to hang down more
heavily with each slap the hand on her ass.  Nancy's eyes blazed with fury
and an odd excitement.

   "...I just had no idea," Shauna said stirring the large pot of rice. 
The kitchen fan was spinning loudly, sucking up the smoke and steam from
the various pots on the stove.  The room was filled with the powerful scent
of indian food.

   "I know...I don't think anyone thinks you did," Beth said, nodding
sympathetically.  The indian girl was clearly distraught at the discomfort
she'd brought her two friends.  Beth sat at the kitchen table listening to
the girl as she fiddled with the cooking food, the extra arms of her
costume flapping as though in distress each time she stirred one of the
pots.  Beth absently twirled one of her fingers around one of the flowers
in the vase in front of her.

   "I mean - I've known Nancy for years, and Betsy has been such a good
friend since I moved here, but neither of them ever mentioned...I can't
believe that I put them in this situation.  And your cousin...he seems like
such a nice guy.  Oh, I just feel awful...ow!"

   Beth jumped at a loud yelp from the indian girl, and turned to look at
her in surprise, twirling one of the daises she'd pulled from the vase
between her fingers.  Shauna had her hands clapped over her nose, her extra
arms swaying in front of her.

   "What's wrong?"

   Shauna let out a small whimper.

   "It feels like something bit my nose!  Owwww..."

   Shauna turned around to face Beth, and Beth could see that her eyes were
filled with tears of pain.  As Shauna blinked away the tears, she suddenly
gave Beth a look of confusion, pulling her hands away from her face in
order to speak clearly.

   "Beth...why are you eating the daisies?"

   Beth chewed as she noticed that her breasts had started aching for some
reason, though her nipples were tingling in a way that was not at *all*
unpleasant.

   "Beth?"

   Beth blinked as she suddenly realized Shauna had spoken to her - what
the indian girl had said took a moment to register.  Her brain seemed to be
sluggish all of a sudden.  She looked down to see that she was holding one
of the stems of the daisies.  And she was chewing.  She must, indeed, be
chewing on a daisy.

   It tasted very nice.

   She looked up at Shauna, continuing to chew.

   "I don't know.  Your nose ring looks very nice, Shauna."

   Shauna blinked this time in confusion at Beth's calmly stated
non-sequitur.  And then Shauna raised a hand to her nose once again.  The
stinging sensation was fading rapidly, but as her fingers touched the side
of it, they encountered something hard, and metal.

   She turned in shock to look at one of the shining pots hanging over the
stove.  Though her reflection was slightly distorted, she could see that
without a doubt her left nostril suddenly sported a large golden loop
through it.

   "Oh my god," she breathed, shocked.  She's always hated the idea of
piercings, and would never have gotten one anywhere.  But even more
horrifying was the fact that it had suddenly appeared in her nose from
nowhere!

   She turned back to Beth.

   "Oh my *god*," she sobbed, much louder, "what the hell is going on!? 
Where could this have come frAIIYYEEE!!!!"

   Shauna suddenly shrieked as searing pain lanced through her nipples. 
The pain was so intense that her knees buckled, and she frantically caught
herself on the counter with her bottom left hand.  Sobbing, Shauna
frantically reached up and yanked her sari open, the pain overriding any
embarrassment she would normally fear at bearing her breasts to a relative
stranger.  Her large breasts bounced free with a jingling noise.

   Once again blinking away the blurriness of her tears, this time through
a much more intense pain, Shauna stared down at her exposed tits.  At first
her mind wouldn't register what her eyes were telling her, but then when a
choked sob elicited another jingle, some once again quickly fading pain and
a much more pleasant and unexpected sensation, she finally realized what
she was seeing.

   Her large breasts hung down over her dark belly, each topped with a
large, dark nipple.  Her rock-hard nipples seemed bigger than usual, though
that could have had something to do with the large golden ring through each
of them, from which dangled two gold ball-shaped bells, which was the
source of the pleasant jingling noise that occurred each time her breasts
jiggled.

   Like say, now, as Shauna started to hyperventilate, each gasping breath
producing a jingle from her nipple bells.

   Beth looked at the panicked indian girl staring down at her large,
belled breasts, and she found herself wondering whether the girls tits were
bigger than her own.  She hoped not.  As she chewed on the delicious stem
of the daisy, she looked down at her chest.  Huh.  In addition to aching,
her own breasts seemed larger, too.  She wondered if she should take off
her shirt like the other girl was.

   Beth reached down slowly and grabbed the cow-patterned shirt she was
wearing and pulled it up over her head.  She didn't really think to hard
about the fact that her bra came off with it, the back of it having snapped
a few minutes ago from the strain.  As she lowered her arms, her tits
settled onto the table in front of her.

   Her brow furrowed as some part of her mind realized something was
different.  But she couldn't place what it was.  Her GG-cup breasts looked
lovely resting and jiggling on the table, and she had to admit - it felt
nice to rest them on something.  She smiled at the milk dribbling out of
her large nipples onto the table in front of her.  With a small moan of
happiness, she leaned over the vase nestled between her massive, dripping
breasts, and took a bite from another one of the daisies.

   It was about this time that Shauna suddenly realized that the hands that
had pulled her sari open to reveal her new bell-adorned nipples, could not
possibly be the same hands that were steadying her on the counter, nor the
ones that were still holding her nose, though the pain had faded. 
Trembling, she held up her six slender and very real hands in front of her
and stared at them in disbelief.

   Shauna screamed.  Then fell to the floor in a faint.

   Even through her unconscious state, she let out a loud moan and a jerk
of her hips at the sudden pain first between her thighs, then her tongue,
then her bellybutton...

   "AHHHH!!  AH AHH AHHHH!!!"

   Tracy squealed and writhed as she came hard, watching the amazing
display across the room as Nancy spanked the bare red ass of the sobbing
Betsy.  Her fingers glistened with the juices from her cunt as she fingered
her clit and slid them wetly in and out of her.  It felt great.

   But it really only made her more horny for what she really wanted.

   Over on the far side of the room, Ian - her boss...owner, really (that
thought felt right, and yet somewhere in her mind, she felt like screaming
at the wrongness of it) - was staring at the room with an expression of
horror, though she couldn't figure out why.  Everything seemed just
wonderful to her.  If only she could get a cock or two inside her, that
was.

   She looked at the man who was standing next to her.  He
seemed...familiar somehow, but she couldn't quite remember how she knew
him. Maybe he'd paid to use her body sometime in the past?  He'd also had a
horrified look on his face a few minutes ago, but that expression had faded
to one of blank observation of the goings-on in the room.

   Her eyes wandered over his incredibly muscled chest, and then lighted on
the huge bulge in his jeans.  Her eyes widened and her whole body started
to tingle.

   If that was real...

   "Boss," she breathed, "can ah do this one for free?"

   Ian realized Tracy was talking to him and blinked.  His brain was having
trouble taking in what was happening around him, what was happening to
his...friends?  Employees?  The redhead - Betsy - was sobbing as the
brunette continued to smack her very red ass.

   "Ah know ah ain't supposed to get any without gettin' paid...but ah am
just so *horny*...and he looks like a big fellah, ain't you sugah?"

   The vaguely familiar man with the muscled chest and glasses looked down
at her with a blank expression.

   "Huh?"

   Tracy sat up, one finger still twirling around her wet clit keeping her
close to a second orgasm.  With the other hand she reached out and,
grinning up as the man looked down at her dumbly, unbuttoned then began to
unzip his pants.

   What sprang out was much like something out of a snake-in-a-can.  Tracy
let out a squeal as his half-hard cock flopped forward.

   "Oh mah god!"

   His cock was nearly a foot long, and incredibly thick...and it wasn't
even hard yet!  Her pussy started to ache at the thought of that beast
inside her.  She reached out with her hand and began to stroke it, licking
her lips as it started to harden.

   "You wanna fuck?" the man asked, watching her fondle his cock.

   "Oh yeah," Tracy breathed.  She stood, her tiny body barely coming up to
the middle of the man's chest (why did her mind say he should be shorter)
and walked over to Ian, pulling the man along behind her by his rapidly
hardening cock.  She fell to her knees between Ian's legs and began to
fumble with his pants.

   "Ah'll suck your cock while he fucks me, boss.  He's on staff now,
right? For his staff?"

   Ian looked at her in confusion while she opened up his slacks, allowing
his medium-length cock to spring free.  He was quite hard.  She licked her
lips as she felt her the other guy kneeling behind her, the head of his
cock brushing against her wet cunt.

   Tracy.  That was her name, right?  She was a sweet religious girl, who
was also an incredibly nasty cheap whore.

   No wait.  She wasn't a whore!  She was his friend!

   "Wait, Tracy!"

   Tracy looked at Ian's cock and suddenly a look of disgust washed over
her face.  She couldn't do this!  She would never suck cock!  She'd told
her husband that long before they were married!  She wasn't...wasn't...

   That wonderful cock brushed her pussy lips again and she shuddered.

   Wasn't anything but a dirty whore, who got off on being paid (cheaply)
for doing just about anything.

   Tracy plunged her mouth down on the cock in front of her with a moan.

   Anything Ian might have said was lost in his own answering moan as
Tracy's warm mouth wrapped around his cock, burying it almost immediately
up to the hilt in her throat.  Her tongue was clearly incredibly
experienced.

   As Evan plunged his massive cock into the cunt of the woman who used to
be his wife, she screamed, surprised at both the pain of being stretched so
amazingly wide (surely she'd been fucked by a cock like this before?) and
the pleasure of being so...very...full...

   Evan began to thrust his massive member into the tiny girl, grunting
loudly.  Within moments she was grunting as well, cumming hard.  Moments
after that, Ian joined in, moaning loudly as his warm cum sprayed into
Tracy's throat, bringing her to a second orgasm on the heels of her first.

   Shortly after that, Evan began to cum.  Tracy's eyes went wide as in
addition to her third explosive orgasm, she felt his warm cum spraying
inside her...and then splattering *out* of her, so much of it was coming
out of that amazing cock.

   "STOP!  Please," sobbed Betsy, "Please please stop...I'll do
anything..."

   "Anything?" Nancy said raising her hand again.

   "YES!" Betsy screamed, cowering in terror, her ass aching intensely.

   "Tell your husband," Nancy sneered the word, "what you *really* are."

   Betsy choked back a sob, but at Nancy's raised hand, she lowered her
head.

   "A-a slut," she whispered.

   "What?  I don't think he heard you."

   Betsy sniffled.

   "I'm a slut."

   "Look at him and say it!"

   Betsy raised her head and looked into Danny's eyes, her own red from
crying.

   "I'm a slut.  A dirty, dirty slut."

   Danny let out a small moan.  He stared at his wife.  He knew it couldn't
be true, Nancy was just making her say this.

   He also noticed her face looked...different somehow.  He couldn't quite
place it.

   "Now, slut - tell him all about Joe's, and how much of a slut you are."

   Betsy made a strangled noise.

   "I-I slept with lots of guys."

   "That's not exactly true.  You were *fucked* by lots of guys, amongst
other things.  How many, slut."

   "I-I don't AHHH!" Betsy screamed as Nancy's hand came down again.

   "How many?  How many cocks came in your loose cunt that night!?"

   "Thirty-three!  Thirty-three!"

   Betsy stared at her husband's face, and the look of horror that was
creeping across it.  She sobbed.

   "Please, Danny I AHH!"

   "How many cocks did you suck?!"

   "T-twenty three," Betsy sobbed.

   "And did you like it?"

   "I...I...AH!"

   "Did you like it?!"

   "AHHH!  YES!  YES!  I LOVED ALL THE COCKS IN MY WET CUNT!  I CAME OVER
AND OVER AND OVER!  OH GOD I LOVED IT I LOVED IT!"

   Betsy broke down in sobs at the look of disgust that her husband was now
staring at her with.

   Nancy leaned close, stroking the sobbing Betsy's ass gently.

   "See Danny...your sweet little wife is really a slut beyond anything you
could imagine.  And how often did you go to parties or bars where you
fucked random men you didn't know, Betsy?  How many men a week would you
say fucked you on average, over those couple of years?"

   Betsy sobbed, but she could no longer stop herself for terror of being
spanked more.

   "A-at least t-two..."

   "Every week?" Nancy said in mock surprise.

   "Y-yes."

   "At the same time?"

   Betsy let out a sob and closed her eyes, but opened them again with a
cry as Nancy's hand gently slapped her sore ass.  She stared into her
husband's horrified look.

   "S-sometimes," she said, quietly, watching Danny cringe.

   "Usually, right?  Your favorite thing was to pick up two guys at the
bar, and take them home, and have one in your mouth and one in your
well-used cunt, wasn't it?"

   "Y-yes," choked out Betsy.

   Danny stared at his wife like she was an alien.  Their sex life wasn't
boring, and he knew that she'd been with a fair number of guys (just as he
had been with a fair number of girls), but she had *never* let on that she
had been such...such a slut.

   He still felt like he was frozen in place, forced to watch this tableau
unfold in front of him, though he wanted to run, screaming.  He didn't want
to know these things about his pretty, seemingly wholesome wife.

   Suddenly Betsy let out a shuddering gasp and her eyes widened in
surprise.  Danny recognized that reaction quite clearly and his eyes
flicked upwards to see Nancy grinning as her hand slid between her wife's
legs.  Betsy started to turn in horror at the thought of a woman touching
her there.

   "Stop, what are you AH!"

   A sobbing scream came out as Nancy's other hand smacked her ass again
loudly.

   "I didn't say you could turn around, slut!"

   Betsy moved back into position, though she wouldn't meet Danny's eyes.

   "Oh *my*," Nancy said, grinning down at her ex-boyfriend, "all of this
talk of her past exploits seems to have gotten your innocent, sweet little
wife *very* hot and bothered.  Or maybe it was the spanking.  Either
way..."

   Danny's eyes widened as Nancy held up her hand and spread her fingers.
His wife's pussy juice spread over all of her fingers slowly dripping down
onto Nancy's hand and wrist.  It was obvious that Betsy was *incredibly*
wet.

   Betsy began to cry pitifully.

   "Now," Nancy said with a dark grin, "we haven't even asked the
*interesting* question yet."

   Betsy's crying was cut off with another moaning shudder as Nancy's hand
once again disappeared between Danny's wife's white thighs.  He could tell
from the way that Betsy was jerking slightly that Nancy was fingering his
wife's clit.

   "Look at your husband, slut."

   Betsy slowly lifted her head again to look at Danny.  She was flushed
red, her white cheeks bright with embarrassment, shame...and obvious
arousal as she let out small gasps.

   "Now...how many times have you cheated on your husband."

   The sudden look of horror and misery that crossed Betsy's face told
Danny that no matter what she said, the answer was at least once.  His
stomach knotted in sudden, burning anger.

   "I...I never ungh...AH!"

   "Don't even *think* about lying to us, slut," Nancy hissed with a loud
slap to Betsy's red ass, "I know you did, and now Danny does too...if you
try to lie one more time, I'm going to work your ass with a belt until you
pass out.  Now HOW MANY!?"

   Betsy began to sob again, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared
into her husband's eyes.

   "Th-three..ungh...oh god..."

   "Three times, or three guys?"

   "T-ohhh-t-times..unggh..."

   "How many guys?"

   "Ungh...please I OH don't want to...c-cunhhh..."

   "HOW MANY GUYS!?"

   "S-ahhhh-Seven!"

   "My goodness, seven guys?  Two, two and three then?"

   "Yooohhhhhyes!"

   "At the same *time*?"

   "Yeesssss...."

   "One in your mouth, one in your cunt?"

   "Ohhhh goood..y-yesssss..."

   "You let all of them cum inside you, huh?"

   "NNGGGGGYES!"

   "Just guys you picked up in bars?"

   "N-nuhhhh!  Not...ahh...all!"

   "Ooooo...someone you knew?"

   "AHHHS-Sean!"

   "Your boyfriend from college Sean?"

   "YES!!!"

   "That must have been the three, huh?  Sean, Brian and Kevin, I'm
guessing..."

   "YES OH GOD...I C-CAN'T..."

   "One in your mouth, one in your cunt, while you jerked the third off on
to your tits...just like old ti..."

   "AGGGGGHHHH!!!  UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGHHHHH!!"

   Suddenly Betsy was screaming in orgasm, her whole body shuddering as she
jerked against Nancy's thrumming fingers.  She sobbed as she came her
humiliation and horror mixing with her unbelievable arousal to produce an
orgasmic mixture that made her feel like her body was going to explode.

   As she finally came down and stared into her husband's look of disgust
and betrayal, a look that said he would never want to touch her again, she
broke down into wracking, miserable, choking tears.



   Shauna woke with a moan.  What a nightmare she'd been having.  That
she'd had six arms, and her nipples had been pierced and...

   Wait...why was she lying on the kitchen floor?

   She sat up suddenly with the horrific realization that it hadn't been a
nightmare after all.  She looked down at the jingling noise in horror...

   Sure enough, dangling from her dark nipples and large breasts were
little golden bells, jingling as she shifted to a sitting position.  She
let out a squeak of horror, and then another as she suddenly felt that her
tongue had something round and hard in it that was pressing against the
roof of her mouth.  And there was a *very* strange sensation coming from
between her legs...like a fading pain.  The kind of pain that had been in
her nipples before she'd passed out...

   With a whimper she grabbed the sari and began to pull it open with her
top hands...and suddenly realized again that she was pulling it with the
bottom of her three sets of limbs.  She let out a choked sob as she held
the two middle ones up in front of her, while the bottom ones yanked open
the sari to reveal more of her dark skin, and the top two pressed against
the sides of her head in horror.

   "<What....what is *happening* to me?>" Shauna sobbed.

   As the sari came open, she saw that her bellybutton was pierced with a
large, glittering stone that flickered in the kitchen light, but she
ignored that to pull it all the way open, revealing her modest cotton
panties.  With a trembling lower right hand, she reached down and pulled
the elastic band away from her stomach, not registering how loose they
were.

   "<Oh my god...>"

   She stared at her pussy in shock.  Her panties were filled with loose
black hair...her pussy, other than the few strands that stuck to her skin,
was completely hairless.  And sticking out of her clit, pulling it up and
proudly forward was a glittering gold ring, with a bell matching those
dangling from her nipples.

   It was only then that she began to register other changes, such as the
looseness of her panties.  She pulled the sari open, scrambling to her
feet, and stared down at her body as the sari fell away, and her too-large
panties fell down around her ankles, scattering black fur everywhere.

   Whereas before, words like short and pudgy might have been used to
describe her, the only things that remained large about her now were her
dangling breasts.  Her waist had shrunk, though her hips flared out, giving
her a nice hourglass shape, and a gorgeous heart-shaped ass.  Her brown
legs were long - her high heels had disappeared, but she was if anything
*taller* than she'd been when she was wearing them.  Her stomach was
completely flat...

   "<Oh my GOD!>" she cried.

   Had she been able to see herself in the mirror, she would have seen that
the short, cute, round indian girl had become a tall, slender, smolderingly
gorgeous indian goddess.  With a few extra appendages and decorations to
complete the look.

   Instead, she started suddenly as she realized there was a muffled noise
behind her, and she was standing naked in the middle of the kitchen.  Then
she remembered she hadn't been alone in the kitchen!  She turned to see
Beth sitting on the floor, the chair she'd been in before knocked to one
side.  She was hunched over, and making a strange snuffling sound with her
hands between her legs.

   "<Beth...are you OK?  Something really weird is going...>"

   Shauna's words died in her throat as she walked over to stand next to
the girl, and looked down at her.  Beth looked up at her with large,
pleading brown eyes as Shauna stared at the girl's transformed body in
horror.

   Beth's breasts had grown *massive* - so large that they rested gently on
her legs in her sitting position.  Her nipples were over an inch long,
probably half an inch thick, and milk was gently dribbling out of them
leaving a wet stain on the knees of her jeans.  From the large white
puddles on the table dripping onto the floor, it was clear that quite a bit
of milk to squeeze out of the massive jugs.

   Even worse, as Shauna's eyes pulled away from the girls massive udders,
she had small, obviously real horns sticking out of her head, and her
hands...her hands...

   "<Oh god...oh god this can't be real...>" Shauna sobbed.

   The poor girl was fumbling desperately at the buttons to her jeans. 
There was another wet stain spreading over her crotch, which was quite
clearly from something other than milk, especially from the scent of sex
wafting up from the girl.

   But she seemed to be having some trouble getting them open, now that her
hands had turned into cows hooves.  A glance downwards to the girls feet
revealed the same, her shoes sitting under the table.

   Beth looked up at Shauna with miserable desperation, and a terrifying
lack of any obvious intelligence above that of the cow she'd become.

   "mmmmMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" she said, loudly,
"MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

   Shauna stared at the mooing girl.  She was horrified...and to her even
greater horror, somehow aroused...

   Suddenly Shauna let out a yelp at a sudden stroking across her pussy, a
jolt of surprisingly intense pleasure rippling up from between her legs. 
She looked down, hearing the jingling of her clit bell...and stared at her
lower right hand which had slipped between her now slim thighs and started
to gently fondle her pussy.

   "<Wait...I don't want to OHHHH!!!>"

   She moaned in pleasure as her fingers - completely of their own volition
- began to stroke her clit.  She'd always been sensitive, but never like
this!  Another sobbing moan and she turned to look and found that the other
lower hand had slipped around the back, and suddenly slid two fingers into
her very wet cunt, eliciting a shudder of pleasure.

   She sobbed in disbelief.  She could feel every part of her that her
hands were touching from both sides (another shocking jolt of pleasure as
her top hands cupped her large breasts, thumbing her unbelievably sensitive
jingling nipples), and yet she seemed to have no control over them...

   As she moaned she realized that she was lowering herself to her knees,
and turned back around.  Beth was looking up at her, mooing softly, begging
for her help.  Shauna, shuddering in unwanted pleasure as her bottom pairs
of hands fondled her insanely aroused body, leaned forward as her middle
hands reached for Beth's jeans and began to unbutton them.  Beth lay back
on the floor with a soft moo of relief, her huge tits jiggling and rolling
down to each side of her chest, though they stayed remarkably firm.

   "<Oh gGOD!  Why can't I AHH!!  s-stop!>"

   Shauna slid the wet jeans over the poor cow-girl's hips, peeling her
soaked flower-printed panties down with them.  The sudden smell of Beth's
sex send a disturbing tingle through Shauna's body, which was increased by
the thrumming of her four fondling hands.  Beth's pussy was nestled in dark
blond fur, matted down by her juices, and her pussy was red and swollen
with arousal.

   Shauna felt some small measure of relief that her betraying body had at
least let her help the poor girl in getting her jeans off.  As she lifted
Beth's legs and spread them apart, holding her hooved angles up in the air,
she smiled and licked her lips at the dribbling juices coming from the
girls cunt.  Beth looked up at her with trusting, blank brown eyes, mooing
softly.

   Shauna blinked in surprise.

   "<Wait...what am AAIIII doing?!  OhhhHHH god no!  I don't want
tommmpppphhh!>"

   She tried to sob as she suddenly lowered her mouth to the girl's
dripping cunt and began to lick it expertly, her tongue-stud going to good
use as it slid over Beth's clit, eliciting increasingly loud moos of
pleasure.  The taste of her first pussy filled Shauna's mouth.

   She grunted in humiliated pleasure as a few moments later, one hand
pulled out of her own sopping pussy to be replaced by another, and suddenly
she also felt the first finger she'd ever felt slide into her ass, followed
a few seconds later by the second.  Followed a few seconds after that by
the first of many explosive orgasms, her own grunts muffled by the cunt of
the loudly mooing Beth as she also came hard from Shauna's licking,
slurping mouth.

   "mmmmmmmmooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

   Nancy grabbed the sobbing redhead's ponytail and pulled it back hard,
eliciting a yelp from Betsy as her head jerked upward, her eyes red from
drying.  Even through his betrayed anger, Danny could see that something
was *clearly* different about his wife's face now.  She looked...younger?

   Nancy leaned her face down next to Betsy's and grinned darkly at Danny.

   "So, sweetie...still think you made out well on the deal with this
little slut?  I'll bet you had no idea that she was sharing her nice little
body around like that, did you?"

   Danny shook his head weakly.  He felt very strange, and still couldn't
seem to make himself get up off the couch.  And there was an odd tingling
between his legs now.

   "You know," Nancy whispered conspiratorially, and Danny jumped as he
suddenly felt Nancy's hand on his thigh, creeping under the skirt of his
costume, "I don't think she deserves you any more, though if I know you,
I'll bet as hard as these revelations have been, they're not as hard as
they've...made..."

   Nancy's words trailed off as her hand moved over his "panties" under his
skirt, and a confused look came over her face.  As her fingers slid over
the fabric Danny let out a small involuntary gasp.  Her fingers there
felt...*very* odd.  And *very* good.

   "What the..."

   Nancy stood, letting go of Betsy's hair, and the redhead fell forward
with a sob.  Nancy moved around to between Danny's legs and spread them,
kneeling down.  Danny watched with confusion mirrored in Nancy's face as
his white-leather clad ex girlfriend lifted his skirt, and then pulled his
panties to one side, though they seemed to stick for a moment.

   Nancy blinked.  Then grinned.

   "Well, Danny, I guess being married to this little slut has unmanned you
after all."

   Danny levered himself up in confusion.  Nancy smiled as he sat up and
looked between his legs...

   To see the wet, black-furred pussy where his cock should have been.

   "Oh my god." he croaked, "what...what's UNGH!"

   Suddenly his body jerked taught as a sensation unlike any he'd ever felt
blasted through him - a sudden searing pleasure.  He let out a small sob as
it went away with a wet pop between his legs, and he realized that Nancy
had shoved a finger inside his new cunt.

   "Now *that's* fun," she said, "You're sure tight.  I think you're even a
virgin."

   She realized that Betsy was staring at her husband's now very female
crotch with horror.

   Nancy stood.

   "Well, *I* think that you should show your husband what it feels like
when he does what he's so good at, don't you?"

   Betsy looked up at her, and then at Danny, with a look of horror and
disgust.  They both knew that Betsy found the idea of being with a girl
utterly repugnant.  Though, Danny thought with anger even through his
confusion over the sensations coming from his body, she didn't seem to have
any problem with many guys.

   "No!" Betsy groaned, "I can't..."

   Nancy snarled, and grabbed Betsy's pony tail again, dragging the
screaming, sobbing girl off of the couch by her red hair.  As she stood
getting ready to shove Betsy down between Danny's legs, another strange
expression came over her.  She paused, brow furrowing as she looked down.

   She then reached down under her own skirt and her eyes widened.  She
lifted the white leather, and there, poking up over her white panties, was
a large, thick, very real cock.  Two black straps that had obviously been
holding a strap-on dildo on previously fell to the floor.

   "Well that's just...neat," Nancy breathed.  She looked down at husband
and wife, staring at her and each other in disbelief and horror.

   "Now I've got a much better idea.  Danny," Nancy hissed, "lay down on
the couch."

   Danny wanted to say no, to get up, but for some reason, he trembled
again at the order she gave him, and quickly did as she said.

   She shoved Betsy back onto the couch so that she was perched over her
husbands body.  Danny found himself looking up at his wife's wet,
red-furred pussy.

   "Now, you get down there and start licking his cunt, you little slut."

   "No, please!  I AHHH!!!"

   Nancy slapped Betsy's ass again, hard.  Do Danny's surprise, a little
dribble of wetness came out of Betsy and dripped down her thigh.  It was
clear that Nancy's spanking was making her more excited, whatever she said.

   Then Danny's awareness of his wife's pussy was distracted by the sudden
sensation of her breath on his own.  He opened his mouth to speak...

   And it turned into a long groan as he felt her tongue slide over the
folds of his new cunt.  The pleasure was unbelievable.  Betsy began to lick
and slurp at him, sobbing all the while, which only seemed to add to the
sensations.  He began to moan and whimper involuntarily - he'd never felt
anything like it.  And when she slurped on his clit...

   Suddenly he was screaming in his first female orgasm.  His male voice
was raspy and loud in the room as he yelled in pleasure.

   As he finally came down, he looked up through blurred eyes to see Nancy
grinning back down at him.  Her large hard cock dangled in front of her. 
At the base, it split to reveal her clit and her very wet pussy beneath it.

   "Enjoying that, are you?"

   Danny nodded, gasping for breath.  He let out a small moan of
disappointment as his wife's mouth lifted from his throbbing pussy.

   Nancy reached forward and roughly shoved Betsy back down.  Betsy let out
a sob, then gently began licking him again.  As she did, Danny watched as
Nancy knelt on either side of his head, her own pussy over his mouth, and
placed the head of her cock at the entrance to Betsy's cunt.

   With an evil giggle, Nancy thrust into Betsy, hard.

   Betsy started to scream in pleasure and horror, and was shoved roughly
down again as she started to lift her head once more.  Nancy groaned as she
pounded the redhead's cunt above her husband's face, while he moaned in
pleasure while his wife licked his cunt.

   Within moments Betsy and Danny both came again, hard.

   Danny's body started to tingle once again.

   Tracy lifted her mouth off of Ian's cock, finally hard again, and gruned
as Evan continued thrusting into her.  She'd just come down from her fifth
orgasm.  The guy who was fucking her just kept going - his cum was running
down her thighs in warm, sticky streams, and pooling beneath her.  She
grunted as he kept thrusting his massive hard cock into her.

   "So ungh boss...you angh...want me to suck you off againgh?"

   Ian looked down at his whore kneeling in front of him, about to give her
instructions to do just that, when a bizarre noise came from the other
room. He looked up, and his eyes widened.

   The staggering in could only be Jenny...or once was Jenny.  However,
now, as she stumbled against the couch, having difficulty standing, Ian
could barely remember what she looked like before.  She looked up at him
with wide, green eyes.

   "Mrrrrrellp meeee!" she moaned, pitifully, and obviously terrified.  Her
speech was slurred.  Mewling.

   As she moved forward, Ian could see that her clothing had been shredded,
her v-neck sweater and t-shirt ripped open in the front.  Her medium-sized
breasts hung free, each topped with a light pink nipple.  As were the two
pairs of slightly smaller breasts beneath those.  Her skirt and panties had
disappeared entirely, leaving her pink pussy bare.  She was obviously
somewhat aroused, even in her terror, as the yellow fur surrounding it was
matted down by her juices.

   Ian stood up, extracting himself from the whore between his legs who was
already starting to grunt again in orgasm from the cock pounding into her
from behind.  He stepped away as Jenny stumbled forward into his arms.

   Her whole body was covered in soft yellow and brown spotted fur.  Her
pretty faced had morphed - still pretty, but it was now cat-like with
whiskers.  As the tall girl fell against him, it was obvious she was having
trouble walking.  He glanced down to see that her feet were turning into
slender cat's paws, as were her hands, a quick glance confirmed.  A long,
yellow tail whipped back and forth behind her in agitation.

   She stared at him in horror and confusion, and opened her mouth.

   "Mrrrroww!" she said.  Her eyes widened and filled with tears as she
tried desperately to make anything other than cat sounds, "Mrrrow? 
Mrrroow!"

   Ian's cock jerked in response at the beautiful cat-girl's realization of
her inability to speak.

   At a sudden barking, she began to tremble and look over her shoulder. 
Ian looked up, again in shock.

   Into the room bounded an oversized German Shepherd.  He looked around,
panting happily, and then his eyes lighted on Jenny.  With a bark he began
to sprint over towards them.

   Ian pulled Jenny to one side and shouted: "SIT!"

   The dog skidded to a halt, and fell back to it's haunches in surprise.
He began panting happily.

   Ian inspected him - other than the dog collar labeled "Rover", there was
absolutely nothing to indicate that the dog had once been David.

   Except...Ian looked down between the dog's legs to see a very large,
very hard, very human cock sticking out.  The dog was clearly quite
excited. He looked up at the cowering cat-girl behind Ian and whined.

   Ian glanced across the room.  On the couch, a redhead was being fucked
from behind by a brunette with a huge cock.  Beneath the two of them was a
third girl, hidden by their thrusting bodies.  Ian felt like he should know
them for some reason, but couldn't figure out why.  He looked down at the
dog, then jerked his head towards the women.

   "Go play with them."

   The dog barked, and Ian was unsurprised as he obeyed Ian's command and
turned to pad over to the other girls, huge hard cock dangling between his
legs.

   Ian turned back to the cowering Jenny.

   "Now...let's see what we can do about you..."

   He reached up and began to fondle the cat-girl's nipples.  Her eyes
widened in shock, but the meow she let out was definitely not one entirely
of protest.  Still, Jenny was still self-conscious enough to back away from
Ian with a low whimper.

   Unfortunately, as soon as she stepped away from him, the ongoing
transformation of her hands and feet made itself known, and she stumbled,
then toppled onto the smaller couch, unable to balance.  She feel with a
mewling huff and then held her paws up in front of her face.  Her eyes
widened in horror at the disappearance of her fingers.

   "Who's a good kitty," Ian said sweetly, moving forward and beginning to
gently stroke her soft fur.  His other hand quickly moved down to her
nipples, and her whimper of protest this time was even less convincing. 
And was made even less so by the fact that she suddenly started purring as
he fondled her six hard nipples.

   Jenny looked up at him with fear and humiliation.  She watched as he
grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs up and apart to reveal her pink
pussy lips nestled within a patch of white fur.

   "Mrrrrowrrr..." she said, softly, trembling.

   "That's right...you're *my* good kitty, aren't you," Ian said.  He
pushed her legs up and back, folding her in half, and though her face had
an expression of terror and disbelief at what was happening, her purring
deepened even further.

   Ian's cock brushed the wet lips of her pussy, and he felt her tail
suddenly spasm and wrap around his leg.

   With a sudden thrust, he plunged his cock into her tight, wet pussy. 
Jenny began to meow and moan in lust as he thrust into her, and her intense
purring felt incredible with her cunt wrapped around his cock - like being
inside a living, vibrator.

   Ian let out a grunt of pain as her claws extended and retracted as she
began to cum, loudly, and he made a mental note to get her de-clawed.  But
then, with a loud grunt of his own, he began cumming inside her, spraying
his warm cum into her belly.

   Finally, he pulled out with a slurp, and Jenny shuddered, her purring
starting to fade.  A look of horror came over her at the realization of
what she'd done.  She tried to back away, mewling pathetically.

   "Mrrrowr!  Mrrr....Mrrr..."

   Suddenly her meows faded and she looked down to see Ian's cum starting
to ooze from between her legs.  Slowly, involuntarily, she began to lean
forward, her body bending supplely.  It wasn't until her face was inches
from her own cunt that she suddenly seemed to realize what she was doing.

   Cleaning herself, of course.

   Her tongue darted out, and in her newly bent position, it slurped over
her entire cunt, lapping up his cum and her own pussy juices.  She mewled
softly in humiliation and apparent pleasure, as her tongue began to dart
inside herself, slurping at her juices and cleaning the cum from her pussy.

   In a few moments, her purring picked up again, revving toward yet
another orgasm as she lapped at her own clit.

   "NNGGHH!"

   Nancy grunted as she slammed her cock deep into the screaming Betsy's
cunt, cumming for the first time with her new cock, her warm cum
splattering into Betsy's clenching pussy.  Beneath her, she could hear the
muffled cries of Danny cumming yet again as he licked her cunt as she'd
ordered him to do - she'd lost count of the number of times he and Betsy
had cum.  She could feel herself starting towards her own third female
orgasm - a wholly different beast than the male one she'd just experienced,
though she would have had a hard time saying which she found preferable.

   Betsy's own toes curled in yet another orgasm at the sensation of
Nancy's cum inside her (Nancy had taken off Betsy's shoes a while ago to
tickle her feet while she fucked her).

   With some reluctance she pulled herself off of Danny's expert mouth,
telling him to stop, and slowly pulled her cock out of Betsy's pussy, her
copious cum dripping down and splattering on Danny's chest.  Betsy let out
a moan as Nancy slipped out of her, and it definitely didn't sound like
relief.

   "Wow," gasped Nancy, "I never realized how great that felt.  I can see
why you guys want to stick your cock into anything that moves.  Too bad you
don't have one anymore, isn't it...Danny?"

   Nancy's statement trailed off as she stood on shaky legs and looked down
at her former boyfriend.  She stared at him in disbelief.  Danny blinked
back up at her.

   "Wh-what?" he said, and then his eyes widened at the very high-pitched
female voice that came out of his mouth.

   "Well, Betsy," Nancy said, grinning, "why don't you get up and take a
look at what your ministrations have turned our little Danny-boy into..."

   Betsy, trembling, rolled off of her husband turning to sit on the couch,
and turned to look back at him.  And then let out a sob, her hand flying to
her mouth in disbelief.

   Whereas before the clothes he wore were mostly too tight, they were now
far too big.  Danny, who had previously been quite a large man, was now
perhaps five feet tall, if that.  And was most certainly not a man.

   "Get up, Dani...take off your clothes so we can get a good look at the
new you."

   In a daze, Dani did as she was told, standing and pulling off the loose
shirt and skirt and letting them fall to the floor, followed by her much
too-large panties.  Oddly enough, the stockings seemed to fit perfectly, as
did the much smaller platform heels she was wearing.

   Even in the high platform heels, she barely came up to Nancy's
shoulders.

   The tiny girl who sat looking down at her transformed body in horror
could mostly be described as "adorable".  She had short black hair that
fell to just above her smooth, white shoulders beneath the leather collar
she still wore.  Her adorable face was both sweet and sexy, pixie-like,
with too-wide eyes that made her look almost like an anime girl.  Her
breasts were small bumps - A or very small B-cup, topped with bright pink
nipples, each pierced with a little silver nipple ring.  Her body was
slender, and her flat stomach blended into legs and crotch - matted black
fur between her beautiful, toned legs.

   Dani let out a sob, and then looked up at first his former girlfriend,
and then his wife, who both towered over him.  As his eyes fell on Betsy,
they widened in shock.

   "Oh my god...he's like, a tiny little girl..."

   Nancy turned to stare at Betsy at the strange words coming out of her
mouth, and stifled a laugh.

   It seemed that Betsy's repeated orgasms had led to some transformations
for her as well, though perhaps not as drastic.  The woman, who had started
the night in her early 30s, now appeared to be a girl, in her late teens at
best.  Her pretty face had grown much younger, and her whole body had the
look of a teenager, healthy and trim.  Her breasts, never small at a solid
C-cup, but somewhat droopy, had gained the perkiness of youth - and a
couple of cup sizes to boot.  They were full and heavy, and straining the
knot in the white shirt she was wearing.

   Betsy looked from Nancy to Dani.

   "Why...why are you both starin' at me like that?"

   Nancy grinned at the somewhat vapid voice of her former friend.  Her
look and her speech identified her as the teen bimbo she had become.  Nancy
wondered if it was really the orgasms that had made Betsy younger and
dumber...and if she could make her cum more to see what would happen...

   "Whuf."

   Nancy looked down to see a huge german shepherd sitting next to them.  A
very *male* german shepherd.  She followed his eyes forward to where he was
staring, and found her own eyes lighting on the new teen Betsy's red-furred
crotch.

   "Why, Betsy, you little bitch...I think our friend here likes you."

   Betsy looked at the dog, and then up at Nancy with a whole new
expression of horror and disgust.

   "You...you can't..."

   Nancy grinned evilly and looked down at the tiny Dani, still staring at
his altered wife, and then down at his own new body.

   "Maybe we'll let Dani choose.  Dani, you can either climb up and lick
your wife's pussy, as you've done so many times before, or you can let me
fuck you, and make your wife fuck our dog friend here like the little bitch
in heat that she is."

   Dani looked over at Betsy, pleading with him and spreading her thighs
invitingly.  The thought of all the men that had stuck their cocks in that
pink cunt brought on renewed fury and a sudden feeling of revulsion at the
thought of licking her again...

   Dani sat back on the couch, and spread her small legs, looking up at her
ex-girlfriend with those wide, adorable eyes.

   "F-fuck me," Dani whispered, her pink pussy dribbling slightly with her
continued arousal.

   "Noo!" Betsy sobbed, and jumped off the couch to try to run from her
fate.  She barely made it a step, however, before she pitched forward with
a squawk of surprise, her large breasts bouncing as she fell to the floor.
She hadn't realized it yet, but her feet had grown deformed, so that if she
wasn't in high heels, she would barely be able to walk, only able to stand
on her very tiptoes.

   Unfortunately, understanding of what had happened to her feet wouldn't
come till later.  For now, all that happened was that she ended up on all
fours, and barely had time to realize her mistake before the heavy weight
of the dog that used to be David fell across her back.

   "Oh, please no, I AGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!"

   Panting and drooling, his large, human cock plunged into her abused, cum
dripping pussy.  He began to hump her rapidly, and though she sobbed and
screamed, she couldn't resist the orgasm that ripped through her from his
rapid, pounding thrusts...nor the second...nor the third...

   Nancy, meanwhile, had turned to the tiny girl that was her former
boyfriend, ignoring the cries of the bitch behind her that had once been
her best friend.  She grabbed Dani's thighs and placed her large cock at
the entrance to her pussy.

   As Nancy shoved her large cock into the diminutive Dani's cunt, he let
out a sob, a mixture of humiliation, pleasure, pain at the tearing of his
hymen...and an uncontrollable love and devotion to his mistress, Nancy.

   TWO MONTHS LATER

   Ian shook the hand of his investor with a small bow, pushing his narrow
glasses up onto his nose.

   "Hello sir.  Welcome to the Fantasy Frenzy.  I think you'll be pleased
with what you will see."

   The man nodded and gestured for Ian to proceed with the tour.  Ian
turned and began to walk down the dimly lit but surprisingly elegant
hallway leading from the "main" doors, which of course, were nearly
impossible to find unless you knew precisely where to go.

   "Our first couple of months have been spectacularly successful, as you
probably already know.  Word has gotten around in the...appropriate
circles, and we have had numerous guests who have been willing to pay
handsomely to cater to their extensive tastes, especially since we offer
services no one else can possibly match.

   "However, the first of the girls that I'd like to show you has been more
quantity-focused than the others, and though she usually doesn't cost as
much per customer, she has *definitely* been bringing in quite the profit."

   Ian stopped as they stepped in front of a glass door.  Looking through
it, it was clear that they were looking through a one-way mirror, which
also made up the other walls of the room given the reflections.  Inside the
room was a skinny, short girl, with blond hair with pink highlights.  Not
pretty, exactly, but cute, and very sexy.  She was naked, except for black
fishnet stockings.  Her small breasts were topped with rock-hard nipples,
and a glance down at her pussy revealed it to be shaved bare.  She stood,
an odd expression on her face as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

   The room itself was...odd, even beyond being a mirrored box.  The room
was quite small, probably narrow enough for the small woman to reach out
and touch any two walls with her arms spread wide.  In the center of each
of the walls there were several holes, each lined with soft leather.  Above
each of the holes was what looked like a small digital readout.

   "Tracy here is pretty much insatiable.  As long as she's not on order
for another client, she's usually in here from the time she wakes up till
she goes to bed.  Oh, here we go - I think the box has opened for
business."

   The slim girl let out a sudden giggle, as the box in front of her let
out a quiet beep, and suddenly "$100" appeared on the readout.  Tracy
turned sexily, and began to bend over, showing off her tight little ass and
legs to the glass, running her fingers between her thighs and moaning
sexily.  She turned to look over her shoulder at another beep, and let out
a squeal of delight.  The box now read "$200".

   "Ah, that's a good start to her day," Ian muttered.

   Tracy reached down and grabbed a bottle from the floor.  With a motion
that oozed sex, she held it over her ass, and let a clear fluid drip out
and slide between her cheeks, licking her lips back at the mirror as she
did so.

   Suddenly, a medium sized cock slid through the leather-encased hole. 
Tracy let out a sigh of clear happiness.  She lowered herself slightly,
jiggled her ass a bit...and then thrust her tight little asshole onto the
hard cock, pressing her ass back against the mirror.  She yelled out in
pained pleasure as she did so, and then started to grunt and jerk as the
owner of the cock was clearly beginning to pound into her well-lubed
asshole from the other side of the mirror.

   The light above her head suddenly blinked, showing "$50".  A cock almost
immediately followed it through.  Still grunting with pleasure, Tracy
moaned and lowered her head, slipping her lips over the new cock and
sliding back and forth as she continued to be fucked in the ass.  A moment
later "$25" appeared on the glass to her left, and she reached out her
small hand to grasp the cock that had thrust through that hole and began to
expertly jerk it off.

   "As you can see, she can satisfy numerous low-end clients at once.  Of
course, they are separated from each other, so this is wonderfully
anonymous for them - though they do get to watch what our little slut is
doing in there."

   The hand-job cock jerked, and cum began to spray out of it, splattering
onto Tracy's shoulders and chest.  Her eyes widened and her squeals grew in
pitch as it became clear she was coming also, though she was muffled by the
cock filling her mouth.

   "Though the fees are low, she still brings in an amazing amount of money
per day.  And, of course, she is available for the clients who want someone
who is willing to do *anything*.  We have yet to find anything our little
Tracy won't do, provided we are being paid enough.

   "Shall we proceed?"

   As they continued down the hall, Tracy slipped off the cock that had
just cum in her ass, cum dripping onto the mirrored surface beneath her,
and as she swallowed the cum from the cock into her mouth, she began to
lower herself onto the large cock thrusting up from the floor.  She
squealed again in pleasure as she settled her wet pussy down onto it and
began to bounce up and down.

   "Our next room is home to what is probably our biggest moneymaker at
present..."

   Ian opened the door and stepped inside, waiting for the investor to
follow him.  In the center of the room was a pretty...girl, one supposed,
though not entirely.  She was quite pretty, with dirty blond hair, out of
which poked two small horns.  Her arms and legs ended in cow hooves that
clattered occasionally on the wooden floor beneath her.

   However, the most striking features of the cow-girl were her monstrous
tits.  They dangled beneath her almost to the floor, massive, full, fleshy
orbs.  It was hard to say what her nipples looked like, because attached to
each breast was a massive metal cup that sucked and slurped at her tits,
clearly drawing milk out of her like the cow she'd become.  One could see a
glass container a few feet away slowly filling with milk.

   Behind her, a muscular man was pounding a massive cock into her cunt,
causing her huge udders to sway back and forth enticingly.  From the wet
sounds coming from between her legs and her expression, she was enjoying it
quite a bit.

   Her eyes rolled back in her head as she drooled in pleasure.

   "MMOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" she moaned, loudly.

   "The gentleman - Evan - is the preferred choice of many of our female
clientele, though his twelve-inch cock is a bit much for some.  Especially
since, as far as we can tell he can be hard pretty much continuously. 
However, today, we have decided that he could entertain Beth here for a
while."

   The blond girl continued mooing loudly, her eyes languidly drifting over
to the two new men in the room.  She barely seemed to notice them.

   "She, of course, is quite popular on her own - remarkable how many men
enjoy her cowlike intelligence and constant arousal.  However, it is really
for other reasons that she is our most prized possession.  As you will see
momentarily, to bastardize a phrase, she possesses the tits that produce
the golden milk.  Come, let us leave Beth to her pleasure and I'll
explain."

   They stepped out of the room and across the hall.  As Ian opened the
door.

   "Thanks to some...convenient timing, I can give you a wonderful
demonstration of the effects of Beth's milk, as well as solve a problem of
ours at the same time.  Please..."

   Ian opened the door, gesturing the investor inside.

   They entered the room, which turned out to be a remarkably
modern-looking conference room.  Black leather chairs surrounded a large,
glossy black table.  In the middle of the table was a briefcase and a pile
of papers, in front of which sat a plate with several cookies on it, though
a couple had been eaten, and a large glass that had obviously recently
contained milk, but was now almost entirely empty.

   In the chair next to all of this sat a woman.  She was unremarkable - a
middle-aged brown-haired woman who was mildly pretty, if a little on the
plump side, dressed in a sharp, feminine suit of charcoal gray, with a
matching skirt and ivory blouse.

   Of course, it was a little odd that the woman had her
sensibly-stockinged legs spread wide, with her sensible shoes placed on the
edge of the table.  Her panty-hose had been ripped open so that she could
stick her fingers into her clearly sopping pussy, which she was doing with
wild abandon.  Her other hand had ripped her blouse open and freed one of
her largish, sagging tits, which she was groping desperately, pulling and
pinching a fat, dark nipple.

   She turned to look at the two men with a look of mad, wild lust, mixed
with utter horror at what she was doing.  Her hair had started to escape
from its bun, and her glasses sat askew on her nose as she grunted and
gasped.

   "Ohhh god!  I can't...please...fuck me.  Fuck me!  I need someone to
fuck me!"

   She sobbed as she pounded her fingers into her cunt, staring at the two
mean with disbelief at her own actions and the words coming out of her
mouth.

   "Mrs.  Tillman here is from the DA's office - she has apparently been
investigating our little operation on her own, since the DA is, of course,
one of our clients.  She arrived today to serve us with papers she'd drawn
up, in an attempt to shut us down.

   "Unfortunately for her, she seems to have enjoyed both some of our
homemade chocolate chip cookies, and a large glass of Beth's milk.  You
see, we discovered - quite by accident - that Beth's milk acts as one of
the most intense aphrodisiacs we've ever seen.  Just a few sips of it is
enough to drive a woman wild with lust for hours.  At about a half glass,
the effects seem to become permanent in about seventy percent of the cases.
Poor Cynthia here obviously drank quite a bit more than that."

   Cynthia was sobbing wildly now, eyes wide as she listened to Ian
describing her fate.  Still her hand frantically worked at her pussy,
striving for release.  In spite of herself, her eyes flicked hopefully down
to the crotches of the two men before she could drag them upward again,
with a little thrust of her hips each time they did so.

   "A peculiar effect of the milk seems to be that in spite of the
incredible arousal, the recipients are entirely unable to bring themselves
to orgasm, requiring the ministrations of a second party to sate them, even
briefly.  As poor Cynthia has obviously discovered, haven't you dear?  Most
of them will do almost anything for relief.  And Cynthia seems to have been
putting on quite a show for our cameras in here."

   Ian nodded to the obvious camera-bulbs in the corners of the room. 
Cynthia's eyes widened as she stared at them.  But she didn't pull her
fingers out of her cunt.

   "Tell you what, Cynthia...why don't you crawl up onto the table like a
good little girl and show us your pussy, and perhaps I'll see if I can
arrange someone to come in and...help you."

   Cynthia choked out a sob of humiliation, and then scrambled up onto the
conference table.  She pulled her skirt off her hips and let it settle down
onto her knees, followed by what remained of her pantyhose.  She wiggled
her fleshy ass to show them her cunt, very wet and bright red with arousal.

   "Please....please," she rasped.

   "Now, Cynthia...bark for us like the bitch you are."

   Cynthia began to sob again.

   "Well," Ian said, sighing and turning for the door, "I guess we'll leave
you in her by yourself for a little while longer..."

   The woman made a choking noise, followed by something muffled.  Ian
turned back.

   "I'm sorry...what was that?"

   "...arf."

   "Say again, girl?"

   With a sob, Cynthia choked out, louder:

   "Arf. ...Harf.  Arf!  Arf!  HARF!  HARF!  HARF!  HARF!"

   "Good girl," Ian said, loudly over her desperate barks, "keep on like
that and...ah, here's just what you need, I believe."

   Ian smiled as in through the door came a massive German Shepherd - about
50% larger than any that one could normally find.  Ian patted the table, as
Cynthia continued barking and sobbing, facing the other direction.

   "Up, boy."

   With a leap, the dog jumped up onto the table, and began to pad over to
the woman crouching on all fours in such an appealing position in front of
him.  Between his legs dangled a large, very hard cock that was entirely
human in shape.

   It wasn't until the dog's cold nose touched her cunt that Cynthia's head
snapped around mid-bark and her eyes widened.

   "Oh god!" she cried, horrified.  Then let out a cry of an entirely
different sort as the dog's long tongue slid over her wet cunt.

   "Here you are, Cynthia...a lover who is just perfect for you."

   "Please, no," she moaned.

   "You don't like him?  Please, then - feel free to climb down off of the
table and continue as you were.  I assure you, he won't be offended."

   Cynthia sobbed, and then moaned as his tongue slid over her again.  She
made no move away from the dog, though disgust played over her face. 
Instead she turned away, and began to thrust her ass towards her potential
lover.

   In a sudden motion, the dog leapt onto her back and began to thrust
rapidly.  On the third attempt, his hard cock plunged into her wet cunt.

   "UNGGH!!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!!  UNGH!!"

   She grunted loudly as she began to cum almost immediately.  Ian walked
around the woman and knelt down to look her in the eyes with an evil grin,
as she grunted in pleasure.  She stared back, gasping and squealing.

   "One very odd thing about Rover here," Ian said, glancing up at the
other man, then back down at Cynthia, "we discovered recently that due to
his...abnormal genitals, he appears to be able to impregnate human women.
With puppies, of course - one of our clients has been breeding his wife
with him repeatedly, and she's had twelve beautiful puppies so far."

   "If you don't wish to be having a litter of your own in about two
months, I really do suggest you pull away from Rover now."

   Cynthia sobbed loudly, and then suddenly transitioned into another set
of grunting moans as Ian stepped away and began to walk towards the door.
Once again despite her obvious horror at what she was doing, she made no
move to slide out from underneath the thrusting dog.

   When Rover began to bark loudly in a clear orgasm of his own as they
pulled the door shut, Ian grinned, listening to the woman's howls of
pleasure and horror mix with her lover's.

   As they walked on, Ian spoke quietly to the man next to him.

   "I neglected to mention to the poor woman that one of the side effects
of being impregnated by Rover is that it seems to cause those women to lose
their ability to speak and even to walk upright...they can only bark like
dogs afterwards and crawl on all fours.  How sad.  I do believe her days as
a lawyer are over."

   Ian grinned darkly as they continued down the hall.

   "As you might imagine, there has been quite high demand for Beth's milk
- we are shipping it as fast as she produces it, at prices much higher than
many high-end street drugs.

   "We are, of course, attempting to breed Beth as best we can, in the
hopes of increasing our supply.  She can produce nearly four gallons a day,
but especially due to its addictive nature, that is rapidly becoming
insufficient.  We've been attempting to mate her with a number of men (to
which she is *more* than receptive), but with no luck so far.  We've been
discussing trying another mating option soon - I have queries out to find a
bull that would suit our needs."

   He opened a door on the left which opened into a large, sparsely
decorated office.  One entire wall was taken up with four massive
flat-panel TV screens.

   "Sadly, for the next three, we will have to resort to the screen, as
they are with clients.  Still, I think you'll enjoy seeing these, even if
only from here.  Please, sit."

   The man looked down suddenly as something rubbed against his leg. 
Looking up at him from the floor was a very pretty cat-girl, covered in
yellow fur.  She was purring as she walked by him, and then crouched in
front of him, looking back playfully as she lifted her ass to show him her
pussy invitingly, her tail swishing through the air.

   "Ah...this is Jenny.  She's also quite popular.  Though she mostly stays
in my office when she's not otherwise engaged.  Jenny, not now.  Fuckies
later."

   Jenny let out a mewl of disappointment, and then crawled under Ian's
desk as he sat and curled up on top of his feet.  The man sat down in one
of the comfortable chairs across the desk and turned to face the screen.

   "These next three are often sold as a set, though they are available
individually as well.  They are...quite a sight together, though.  And
quite expensive, for reasons you will see momentarily."

   The screen flickered to life as Ian pointed with a remote, and the room
was suddenly filled with the sounds of several women and one man grunting
loudly in pleasure.

   The first girl to be seen was a very pretty redhead.  She appeared quite
young, with an adorable teenaged face - she could have been anywhere from
her mid teens to early twenties.  Her massive tits seemed incongruous with
her youthful look, however - they were probably in the vicinity of EE cups,
though it was hard to say as they bounced up and down from the man
thrusting into her ass repeatedly.  Her pussy - quite red and wet - was
bare, and seemed permanently so.

   She sobbed and moaned as the man fucked her in the ass - tears ran from
her eyes, and the o-ring in her mouth made her grunts all the louder.  Her
arms and legs were each tied to the wall behind her, leaving her
immobilized on the low platform for the man to fuck with abandon.  Across
her massive tits was scrawled the word "SLUT" in large red letters - hard
to tell with all the bouncing and from the screen whether it was temporary
or permanent.

   The man fucking her and clearly beginning to cum inside her ass was
older, probably in his late forties, and heavy and balding.  He grunted as
he came, but he wasn't even looking at the sobbing, moaning redhead as he
did so.

   Instead his eyes were on the second pair in the room, watching them with
glee as he came.

   On the bed was a remarkably tiny, petite woman, with small breasts and
smooth white skin.  She was adorably beautiful, like a little doll. 
Standing over her and holding the leash to the collar around the girl's
throat was a taller raven-haired woman wearing black leather, including a
corset that pushed her medium sized breasts up, showing her hard nipples.
What was atypical about her was the large cock that she was plunging into
the tiny girl, who was screaming in pleasure.  Between the dominant woman's
legs, a pussy dripped wetness down the inside of her thighs as she suddenly
began to grunt as she came.

   "Watch this," Ian said, eyes glittering.

   As the larger woman came inside the smaller one, grinning, the tiny
woman suddenly spasmed, and her screams of pleasure doubled in volume, and
took on a mix of pain, though it appeared she was still cumming.  Suddenly,
the small girl's breasts started to expand.  They went from large A's to
B's...then to C's...D's...finally, they surged forward to a size almost
matching those of the redhead's, but on a much smaller frame.  Her nipples
rapidly expanded and darkened as well, becoming a deep purple and poking
out from her new huge tits.

   The tits were so distracting that at first, one almost missed her belly
expanding in a similar fashion.  But after a few moments, it was impossible
to ignore as it rippled outward rapidly into a huge, curved belly on the
tiny girl.

   As the pixieish girl came down from her screaming, painful, orgasmic
transformation, it was quite clear that she'd suddenly become massively
pregnant, with absurdly large, milk-dripping tits.

   "She's not actually, pregnant, as it turns out.  Whenever Nancy cums in
poor Dani, this happens.  She stays this way for a couple of days before
her belly goes away, and then she usually keeps the tits for about a week.
Needless to say, Dani is one of our most popular girls with regular
customers, since she provides such amazing variety.  Especially since as
horny as she is normally, she is about ten times that once Nancy gets her
all pregnant."

   "And, as it turns out," Ian said, nodding at the screen, "there is an
added benefit to Dani's milk, like Beth's.  As I believe we're about to
see."

   The man pulled his cock out of the sobbing redhead, eliciting a yell and
then more sobs as his cum dripped out of her abused ass and splattered on
the floor.  But she was quite forgotten as the man hungrily stumbled over
to the pregnant girl while the dominatrix stepped out of the way with a
small grin.  He climbed onto the bed and began to fondle Dani's huge tits.
She moaned in pleasure.

   "This particular client's wife actually paid us to *not* to warn him
about Dani's milk.  I think she only recently discovered he was coming
here, and asked us to suggest a punishment..."

   The man leaned down and with a small moan of pleasure, began to suck on
Dani's nipples.  From the small swallowing sounds he made, he was clearly
sucking her milk down her throat.  She squealed in pleasure at his
suckling.

   "For some reason, men find it difficult to resist trying her milk. 
Unfortunately for him."

   Suddenly the man pulled away with an odd expression.  He made a strange
little noise, and then spasmed just like Dani had done earlier, though
instead of a scream, he let out a strangled noise and fell back, thrashing
on the bed.  As he jerked, his eyes widened and his body began to ripple in
a very disturbing fashion.

   He groaned and twisted, and suddenly from the top of his head sprouted
thick black hair.  It grew quickly as his remaining hair shifted from gray
to black as well, and thickened.  Within seconds, the hair was tumbling
over his shoulders, raven-black and continuing to grow, spreading out on
the bed.

   That was the least of the changes, however.

   The man's belly started to recede, while his chest began to bulge
outward, his flabby pecs forming first small breasts, and then increasing
in size.  The hair over his body began to disappear, and his white skin
deepened and darkened, finally settling into a creamy tan color.  Between
his legs, his cock shrank as his pubic hair darkened to match that on his
head (now long enough that it rolled off the edge of the bed).  After a few
moments, a slit appeared between his thighs where his balls had been and
then spread upwards as his cock turned into a large clit, wrapped in tan
flesh.

   As he moaned, his voice went from a low male rumble to a sultry, very
sexy and very feminine groan.

   Finally, his transformation was complete and he lay gasping on the bed.
He sat up and looked down at his body in horror.

   "ÀQuŽ...  quŽ me ha sucedido?"

   "No that *is* interesting," Ian said, looking at the new woman, "I
wonder if his wife will be happy or disturbed by this."

   Ian clicked something on his computer and an image came up on the large
screen next to the video feed.  It was a picture of a severe looking
middle-aged hispanic woman, with long black hair drawn back into a long
pony tail.  She wore glasses and a conservative suit, and was probably once
quite beautiful with sharply defined features, though age had worn her
somewhat, and she was somewhat heavy.

   The latina girl sitting on the bed could have been the older woman's
younger sister, or daughter - she appeared to be in her early twenties. 
Her face was gorgeous and intensely sexual in comparison to the woman in
the picture, as her long black hair tumbled down over her smooth brown
shoulders.  Her body was soft and curvy, with wide hips and a large round
ass.

   The biggest divergence from the woman on the screen, however was the
pair of breasts that adorned her chest.  Whereas the older woman appeared
to have medium-sized B or C cups, the girl on the bed had large, full tits
that were at least DD, each topped with a large, chocolate-colored nipple.

   "You see, Dani's milk seems to turn men into their idealized fantasy
woman.  It appears that our customer really does still desire his wife. 
Albeit in a slightly modified form.  And, of course, I don't think she even
speaks spanish, having grown up her entire life as a wealthy girl in the
US."

   "Oh mi dios...  que me siento tan..."

   It was apparent from the hardness of her nipples and the shortness of
her breath that she was quite aroused.  She struggled weakly as the
grinning Nancy climbed onto the bed and grabbed her pretty, slim ankles and
spread her legs wide.  The girl's eyes widened in horror at what was about
to happen, but couldn't seem to make herself fight back very hard.

   "Por favor...  espera...  I...AAAIIIIII!!!!"

   She began to sob and squeal loudly in spanish as Nancy began to fuck her
with her still-hard cock.  Her large breasts bounced and jiggled as she
started to cum.

   As Nancy fucked the new hispanic hottie, Dani levered her massively
pregnant body off of the bed with a grunt, her leash dragging behind her.
She waddled over to where the redhead was tied up, and pressed a button,
lowering the platform slightly.  With a grin, she then moved forward and,
ignoring the bound redheads wordless moans of protest, settled her
engorged, aroused cunt down onto the girl's face.  In moments, Dani began
to moan loudly as the redhead began to slurp at her pussy while Dani
fondled her huge tits, milk dribbling from her nipples onto the redhead
beneath her.

   Ian reached up and pressed mute, though the action continued on-screen
behind them.

   "Well, per his wife's request, our new latin beauty should be able to
take on at least a couple of customers a day, we'll have to see if she
intends for this to wear off, or if she would like us to give her twin
enough to make this a permanent transformation.  As much as he drank should
last a week or so - about a half cup will leave him permanently like that.
We'll definitely have to milk Dani as well while she's in this state just
in case.  She does enjoy it so.

   "Sadly, Dani doesn't really produce enough milk for us to market it like
Beth does, but we have managed to keep a steady supply in storage.  You'd
be amazed how much some men will pay for a week as their ideal slut.  And
more than a few wives and girlfriends who find it to be the perfect revenge
on their man at almost any price.  Three of the girls in the "normal" wing
used to be men - now they're some of our most popular choices.

   "And now, let me show you our last option for the moment.  She is very
popular, particularly with women for some reason."

   Ian pressed a buzzer, and a few moments later one of the other doors
into the office.  A jingling noise came from beyond the entrance, and as a
girl entered the room, it became apparent what was causing it.

   The indian girl who walked in was gorgeous.  Her body was long and thin,
and she padded across the carpet on bare feet, naked.  Dangling from her
large, soft breasts were two golden bells, and another hung down between
her thighs, nestled beneath her bare pussy.

   As she walked and saw the two men, she smiled and her six arms began to
move sensually, the middle two cupping her large tits with a jingle, the
others beginning to rub her body and moving towards her crotch.  She spoke.

   "<Please...Ian...where am I?  What is going on?  I don't understand!  Oh
god...I'm so horny...>"

   She stopped, and lifted one long brown leg up to Ian's desk, showing the
two men her brown cunt, beginning to drip.  As one of her lower hands crept
around from the back and began to fondle her dark lips, spreading them
apart, she let out a loud moan.

   "<P-please...oh god...I can't stop myself!  The last thing I remember
was getting ready for the party...oh god...>"

   "This is Shauna," Ian said, indicating the gorgeous indian girl, "we
actually don't know if that's her real name, but no one can seem to
determine what language she's speaking.  Though as you have probably
noticed, it seems to have some...intriguing qualities."

   Shauna groaned.

   "<Wh-what are you saying?  I d-don't AAHHHH understand!>"

   "Her speech seems to somehow affect the pleasure centers of the brain,
bringing on arousal in anyone she speaks to.  It's quite remarkable really
- I've seen men who have been impotent for years get a raging hard-on as
she starts speaking to them."

   "<W-wait...I remember...oh god...Beth...the cow...oh my god...>"

   "In addition, to seemingly being nearly insatiable, she is unable to
abide clothing.  It actually seems to cause her physical pain to wear
anything covering her.  Not that anyone seems to complain at her need to
wander around nude."

   Shauna began to cum, loudly, as her six hands played over her naked body
with expert touches.  The orgasm involved her entire gorgeous form,
rippling through her as she screamed.

   "<Oh my god>," Shauna said, as she came down from her massive orgasm. 
Her face was plastered with flushed pleasure.  Only her eyes betrayed her
horror, flicking back and forth in a panic.

   "<Oh god...I remember...it's like a dream...how long have I been here?
How many guys have I...?  And women?  Oh god...>"

   "So, sir, would you care to partake of Shauna?  She is free for the next
hour or so.  Of course, I can arrange for any of the girls to be available
to you, any time you desire."

   "Thank you, Ian," the man rumbled, watching the indian girl's continued
moaning and chattering with an odd expression, as though he understood her,
"but I think I must pass for now.  Perhaps another time.  I really must be
going."

   Ian stood with a grin.

   "Thank *you* sir...you enabled me to create the Fantasy Frenzy, and as
I'm sure you are aware, you will continue to see a significant return on
your investment.  In fact, I should have news soon on some of my plans for
expansion."

   "I look forward to it."

   "Let me escort you out."

   Ian walked to the door they had entered in, and then back down the
hallway.  As they passed Tracy's glass door, he glanced in.  The girl was
covered with and dripping cum out of every hole.  She squealed in happiness
in her little room.

   The man opened the door at the end of the hallway.  It opened into what
appeared to be the back room of a shop cluttered with all sorts of peculiar
items.  It seemed vaguely familiar to Ian, but he couldn't place why.  He
also knew that this particular door to the Frenzy opened up to any number
of different locations, and could only be found by those he permitted to
find it.  And, of course, his co-owner.

   The man turned back to Ian, and pulled his sharp suit tight.  His gray
hair and goatee were as impeccable as always.

   "Good luck Ian.  I will check in on you and your friends again soon."

   "Please do, sir.  And thank you again."

   The man gave an odd smile, seeming to contain any number of incongruous
emotions, and stepped through the door, pulling it shut behind him.  Ian
glanced at his watch and walked quickly back to his office.  He had an
appointment to get to.

   "<Please...Ian>," Shauna sobbed inside, though her voice merely sounded
as sultry as ever, "<Please!  It's me!  You have to help me!>"

   Ian turned to the babbling Shauna, and for a moment, her heart leapt. 
Maybe he understood her!

   Then he smiled and shook his head.

   "Sadly, Shauna, I can't help you right now.  Work awaits.  I know how
horny you get, though.  Why don't you play with Jenny until your next
client arrives?"

   "<J-Jenny?>," Shauna said, and then her eyes widened as the cat-girl,
hearing her name, uncurled from under Ian's desk and crawled around,
looking up at the naked indian girl perched above her with obvious lust. 
Her tail swished back and forth.

   "<Oh god, Jenny!>," Shauna said with horror, her memory of what had
happened to her best friend only now starting to come back to her.  And of
all the times in the last few months that they'd...

   Jenny padded over beneath Shauna and lifted her cat's mouth to Shauna's
wet cunt.  Her whiskers tickled Shauna's thighs and then Shauna let out a
loud groan as Jenny reached out with her tongue and drew it over her slit.
Shauna tried to put together more words, but the unbelievable pleasure of
her former best friend licking her cunt from beneath quickly reduced her to
moaning, sobbing bliss.

   Ian watched them for a moment, his hard cock jerking in his pants, and
then turned to the last door to his office.  One of the best things about
his job was that he could be a part of that particular scene whenever he
pleased.  Perhaps later.

   He opened the door and stepped through, this time exiting into a plain,
unremarkable white hallway.  As the door closed behind him, it disappeared
into the blank wall.

   Ian walked towards the far end of the hall, thinking over the few things
he hadn't mentioned to his investor.  They didn't seem particularly
relevant.  Though they were somewhat odd.

   For one thing, a couple of the girls woke up each morning terrified, and
then horrified, seemingly not realizing who or where they were.  Tracy, for
one, who invariably sobbed for a half hour before gradually turning into
her normal, incredibly slutty self.  She claimed to be married to Evan,
though that was obviously impossible - he was so stupid as to be barely
functional other than his most significant use.  Which Tracy did clearly
enjoy, once she returned to her senses.

   He'd started to book some early morning sessions with her while she was
in that state - a couple of his clients really got off on her remarkably
believable protests of being a sweet, innocent, religious girl and then
slowly transforming into the dirty whore that she really was.

   And Slut...wait, what was her name again?  Betty, perhaps?  Something
like that.  He'd known it once, but since Nancy and Dani insisted on
calling her Slut, and he'd long since stopped calling her anything else. 
She seemed constantly horrified at her situation, but she was only
marginally brighter than Evan, and could never quite explain herself
clearly.  Though she sure seemed to enjoy her job, even more so if Nancy
was forcing her to do something she claimed to not want to do.

   Beth also seemed odd when she first awoke.  She could never do more than
moo, but when she first awoke, she seemed much more aware, and would
usually look at her gorgeous cow-girl body in horror.  It often seemed like
she was trying to say something, but eventually she'd settle down and
return to her cow-like state to be milked or fucked or, usually, both.

   Well, the others seemed to be fine, however.  Shauna clearly enjoyed
herself from the moment she woke till the moment she went to sleep, and
Nancy and Dani...well, they seemed to know something they weren't telling,
or at least Nancy wasn't telling, and since Dani obeyed Nancy's every whim,
she wasn't telling either.  And Jenny, of course, was never anything other
than the sweet sex-kitten (no pun intended) that she'd always been.  Nor
was Rover anything other than his dog-like self.  Ian wondered briefly how
he and Cynthia were continuing to get on in the conference room.

   Well, oddness aside, business was booming.  So much so that it really
was time to try to expand a bit.

   Ian opened the door at the end of the hall into a much plainer office
than his normal one, though still quite nice, with a large glass window
opening onto a busy street.  The typeface on the glass outside read "FF
Career Counseling Services".  He unlocked the door and checked the clock
briefly.  Right on time.

   As he settled into the large leather chair behind the desk, the bell
over the front door jingled, and he looked up to see a shy-looking girl
with black curly hair walk in.  She was pretty in a mousy sort of way, and
smiled at him, nervously.

   "Uh...hi.  I'm Carrie?  I had an appointment."

   Ian nodded, smiling at her.

   "Indeed.  Carrie, welcome," Ian stood halfway and shook her hand, then
motioned her to take a seat, "How can I help you?"

   She sat down and set her purse on her lap.

   "Well, I just moved here, and, uh, I was hoping that you could help me
find a job.  I saw your add in the yellow pages."

   Ian nodded again.

   "Indeed.  That's what I do.  I am quite certain that I can find a
position that will suit you quite well, Carrie."

   Ian reached down to the small table next to his desk and opened the
large wooden box sitting on it, caressing the orange and black wood gently.
Inside was a small rolled piece of paper with a black wax seal.

   "In fact, you should take this - it will explain to you a role that I
think you will soon find you are uniquely suited to, within our own
organization."

   He held out the rolled piece of paper to the shy girl, who gave it an
odd look - it certainly wasn't what she'd expected.  But she reached out
with a slender hand and grabbed the piece of paper from him.  Orange flame
flickered in her brown eyes and she let out a very small gasp.

   Ian grinned, and leaned back to wait to see how little Carrie would soon
be contributing to the growth of the Fantasy Frenzy.
   THE END