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   Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 1 (mf, Mf, inc, transform)

   by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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   "Richard you can be such an ass sometimes!" Jan Summers yelled standing
to get away from her husband.

   "Honey, wait," he said running after her, grabbing her wrist.  "Why are
you so upset, I don't understand?"

   "Don't understand?  Our twentieth anniversary is this week and I asked
you to plan a romantic getaway for us and this is what you come up with? 
I'm always the one to plan *everything*, where we go, what we do, what we
eat, what we see and this once, just ONE time, I leave it up to you and you
choose camping?  Are you insane?"

   "Honey, I thought it would be good for us.  Just you and me, alone in
the woods, no one else around, no phones, no TVs, no traffic or noises..."

   "Yea, and all the bugs and snakes and what in the hell am I supposed to
do for two days out in the middle of nowhere?  Couldn't you do something
right for once?  You could have rented a cottage by the beach, or booked a
weekend at a resort spa where we could be pampered for two days or even a
freakin' cruise!" Is that too much to ask for?"

   "I'm sorry, Baby; I didn't really plan it out very well.  I just thought
it would be better if we were alone together."

   "Why?  It's not like we have sex any more.  You just wanted to go
fishing or why else would you bring your pole and choose a site near a
river?"

   "That's not fair!  We still have sex."

   "Twice a month doesn't count, Richard!  Am I that unattractive to you
that you don't want me any more?  I'm only 41-years-old and still have
needs.  Yea, I know my breasts sag and after given birth to three kids my
body isn't the same and I have a few wrinkles here and there, but I'm still
the same person that you married twenty years ago." She stared angrily at
her bewildered husband.  "I'm going for a walk!"

   "Honey, I don't think that's a good idea, what if you get lost?"

   "Maybe I will and some big, strong Park Ranger will come and rescue me!"
she added storming off.

   ***

   The stickers and thorns scratched at her arms and legs, drawing blood to
the surface but still she went on.  The thick brush snagged her clothing,
tangled her hair and slapped at her face but she wasn't turning back.  She
needed to get this out of her system or else she'd explode.  He couldn't
get one simple thing right.

   The brush became thicker and impenetrable as she meandered further into
the woods.  Suddenly the ground gave way under her, sending her 10 feet
down a narrow hole and into a pond of water with a splash.

   The small cavern was dark, the only light coming from the small opening
she caused when she fell through the over growth.  "Damn it, Richard!" she
cursed, hearing her voice echoing in the dark.  Standing waist deep, she
struggled to escape, pulling at the hanging vines which broke free when she
fell.  They couldn't support her weight and she screamed out of
frustration.

   ***

   She had been gone for two hours before he went looking for her.  He knew
she was angry and wanted to give her time to cool off before talking to
her. He was going to make it up to her, take her out of the swampy
hell-hole and to some place nice.  That should make her feel better.  When
she didn't return, he knew something was wrong.

   His voice was giving out from calling her name but he knew she must be
in trouble or else she would have returned by now.  The wooded area was
vast and everything seemed to look the same.  He wasn't even sure which way
she went or how far she traveled.  It was starting to get dark and he was
even more worried.  Frustrated, he turned down another area and noticed a
piece of torn clothing.  It was from Jan's shirt!  He pushed into the thick
bush, calling her name.

   A few more feet, he called again, hearing her faint voice reply.  It
took a while, but he was able to find the opening, nearly slipping inside
him self.  "Are you okay?" he called down the narrow, dark shaft."

   "Just get me the hell outta here, Richard!" she called back.  She was
cold, wet and hungry after being down there almost five hours.  He was able
to lower some thicker green vines for her to climb up with and they hugged.
"I'm sorry I was so mad at you," she said.

   "No, you had a right to be.  I was stupid and did want to do a little
fishing, but now all I want to do is to spend time with you.  Let's get out
of here and go some place nice."

   ***

   It had been three days and the scratches and cuts have almost healed. 
She was still sore from the fall and has a huge bruise on her ass from
where she landed, but considering what happened, she was lucky to be home.

   As upset as she was, the trip must have done some good as she felt more
energetic, more out going and didn't feel like she needed a mid afternoon
nap to finish the day.  She was happier and felt better.  In spite of the
foolishness of his plan, she actually is glad they went.

   Stepping out of the shower she examined herself in the full-size mirror.
Her large breasts sagged, her nipples pointed to her stomach, she had a
small paunch covering the top of her public hair and love handles to the
side.  Leaning forward she noticed the wrinkles around her eyes and laugh
lines near her mouth.  Her cheeks drooped and she had a waddle under her
chin.  Sighing she slipped her robe on and went to lay down.

   She's been feeling more sexual these past few days but as usual Richard
spurned her advancements, leaving her frustrated.  She reached to the
bedside table for her vibrator.  That's the only companionship she seems to
get any more.  Turning it on, she brought it to her fleshy labia, parting
the swollen lips for access to her aching clitoris.  It felt like a jolt of
electricity as it came into contact with her inflamed nubbin.  She moaned
as pleasure shook her body, surprising her enough to pull it away.

   "What was that?" she asked never before feeling it that intense that
soon.  She returned the humming device between her legs, pressing it
firmly, grunting, her eyes slammed shut, her back arched as something
flashed throughout her body like thousands of needles pricking her at the
same time.  She grew lightheaded, her skin rippled with bumps and she got a
cold chill.

   Just as quickly as it started, it ended and she felt her vagina quiver
from the strong vibrations.  Slowly she opened her eyes, gazing down and
froze, dropping the vibrator to the bed.  "WHAT IN THE HELL?!?" she
screamed.  Her large breasts, which always flopped to the side when she lay
down, were gone and she could clearly see her thin stomach just below it.

   Sitting, she gawked at the hairless region between her legs, bringing
her hand to her mouth in shock.  The large, dark lips which once resembled
dark, melted candle wax were now a smooth, lipless slit.  Her belly hardly
creased as she sat up, still a little dizzy, and made her way to the
bathroom.  This can't be happening!  What is happening?" she asked staring
at the young girl in the mirror.

   "OH MY GOD!  I look like I did 30 years ago!  How is this possible?" She
remembered her body back then.  Always teased about being a bean pole and
was one of the last in her class to hit puberty.  It would be another two
years before she had her period and almost another year after that before
her breasts developed.  But God, when they started, they didn't want to
stop and she grew two cup sizes her sophomore year in high school.  That's
when the boys started paying attention to her.

   Turning, she noticed the bruise still on her butt from the fall and the
scratches and cuts looked larger on her smaller body.  "I don't understand
what's going on?" she asked leaning against the counter still no believing
what she's seeing.  "If I only knew then what I know now, I'd have all
those jerks who teased me eating out of my hands," she said laughing.  "Or
at least eating out between my legs," she added with a smile.

   Heading back to her bed, she grabbed the still buzzing vibrator and
pushed it against her tight slit.  Sucking in a breath of air, her legs
shook as she fought to control the sensation.  It was like all the nerve
endings of her adult body were still there but had been concentrated into a
smaller area, intensifying the feeling.

   Grasping her grape-sized breasts, she squeezed the budding nipple,
throwing her head back as the strongest orgasm she's had in years racked
her body, sending her to her knees.  "ARUGGggg," she cried out as a second
one quickly followed.  Dropping the toy, she fell to the floor panting from
exhaustion, her body twitching uncontrollably.

   She lay there several long minutes until she felt strong enough to
stand, although her legs were still shaky.  "What was that all about?" she
asked pulling herself to sit on the bed.  Looking between her legs, she
shook her head at what she saw.  The slit looked so tiny and flat, nothing
like what it is today, but after having natural child birth three times,
you've got to expect permanent changes down there.

   Crawling under the covers, she drifted off to sleep.  She was tired and
needed her nap today.

   "Mom, I'm home, what there to eat?" Steve, her middle son called out
from the living room.  He always comes home hungry and she usually has food
ready for him.  She struggled to sit up, noticing her heavy breasts
flopping to the front.  She was still naked, but had her old, flabby body.
She sighed.  It must have been a dream.  Just wishful thinking.  Putting on
her robe, she headed out to fix Steve something to eat.

   "Hi, Mom," Michael called out entering through the back door.  His
school lets out ten minutes later than Steve's and usually gets home about
this time.  She was ready with a sandwich and chips.

   "Are you okay, Mom?" Steve asked noticing how distant she seemed.

   "Yea, I'm fine.  Today's your father and my anniversary and I was just
thinking of what to do, that's all."

   "Oh, yea, I forgot about that.  Twenty years, right?"

   "Yea, twenty years."

   "Happy anniversary!" Michael called out washing this sandwich down with
a gulp of soda.

   "What time is Robbie coming home?" Steve asked putting his glass in the
sink.  "I need him to help me with my math assignment."

   "I think he's got lab today.  Probably won't be home until around 5."

   "He's so lucky to be in college," Michael commented.  "He gets to pick
his classes."

   "College isn't as easy as it seems.  You'll find out once you go how
hard it is."

   "I'm only in the eighth grade, Mom, I don't have to think about that
right now."

   "Well, maybe you should, you need to plan for it."

   "There's time later.  I'm going over to Billy's for a while, okay?"

   "Be home for dinner and make sure your homework is all finished," she
called out as the door slammed shut.

   ***

   "Tonight was perfect, Honey," she said kissing her husband as they
slipped inside the house.  "Let's slip off to the bedroom and really
celebrate our anniversary," she added slipping her tongue inside of his
mouth.

   She undressed slowly, turning to give him a view of her ample ass before
teasingly opening and closing her bra.  He sat on the bed watching as she
did a strip tease, standing before him totally naked.  Sitting on his lap,
she kissed him while unbuttoning his shirt.  "Lay back," she ordered,
giving him a shoved, causing him to fall back while she struggled to get
his pants unzipped.  She got a cold chill, the prickly needles tingled her
skin and she once again grew lightheaded as her skin became rippled with
goose bumps.  Fishing his semi-erect cock from his pants she out her mouth
over the tip and began sucking, hearing him moaning his approval.

   Suddenly her mouth became stuffed with his cock, threatening to gag her
with only a few inches inside.  Pulling it free, she looked at it.  It
seemed much larger and her hand wasn't able to grasp fully around it.  Her
eyes widened as she realized she had once again reverted to her youthful
self.

   "Oh god," she mumbled, rushing into the bathroom.  He couldn't see her
like this.  What would he say?  What would he do?  How could she explain
what happened?"

   "Honey, is everything alright?" he called through the locked door.

   "Yea, it's fine," she called back not realizing her voice would be much
higher.

   "Come out and let's finish what we started," he said gently knocking on
the door.

   "Go back to bed; I'll be out in a few minutes."

   "What's wrong with your voice?  You sound different?"

   "I'm fine.  Go back to bed!"

   She was confused.  What's going on?  Both times this happened she was
being sexual.  Is that what causes the change?  Sexual feelings?  Could a
rise in some hormone spark the change?  And why is she changing?  It's
never happened before.  Not until after the camping trip.  But why?

   It took over twenty minutes to just sit there, thinking of every
nonsexual thought imaginable before she felt her skin tingling once again
and the boney, shapeless body began filling out, becoming full figured
after about a minute.  She sighed and went to her husband who had already
fallen asleep.

   Taking him once again into her mouth, she sucked; stirring him from his
slumber as his cock rapidly swelled between her lips.  Once firm, she
climbed onto his lap, sinking herself down until his balls were smashed
under her ass.  He moaned, feeling the warm, wet pussy of his wife,
reaching for her hanging breasts.

   She began rocking back and forth, enjoying his firmness inside of her as
she leaned forward, bucking hard against him.  Jan was so into making love
to him she hardly noticed the prickly sensation overloading her nerve
endings.  It wasn't until she felt his cock expanding her vagina more and
more with each passing second that she stopped moving.

   It was starting to hurt as his cock stretched her more than she had ever
been before.  He grunted loudly, reaching for her.

   "Jan, Honey, you're gripping me too tightly.  It's hurting, relax some,
okay?" he asked reaching for her breasts and feeling nubs.  Opening his
eyes, he stared up at the young girl perched on his cock sitting there
staring down at him.  "WHAT!  What in the hell's going on here?  Who are
you and where's my wife?!" he yelled knocking the girl sideways pulling his
cock from the tight confines like a greased seed.  "JAN!  Get in here. 
This is *NOT* funny!  WHO ARE YOU?" he shouted too loudly to the young
girl.

   "It's me, Richard, your wife."

   "I don't know what kinda sick game you think you're playing, but I'll
have none of it!  JAN!" he called out again, turning toward the bathroom
expecting her to emerge laughing over this twisted little stunt of hers.

   "Richard, I *AM* Jan.  I don't know how to..."

   "Stop talking!  I don't know who you are and I don't want to know.  And
put your clothes on!"

   "Mom, Dad, is everything okay in there?" Michael asked knocking on the
door.

   "Everything's fine, son, go back to bed!" Richard called out still
staring at the naked girl in his bed.  "Get out of my bed!" he added
reaching for his robe.

   "Richard, come back to bed, let's talk about this."

   "There's nothing to talk about.  I don't know what's going on, but I
want you out of my house, NOW!" Using the robe he covered his dwindling
penis, still staring at the young girl.  "Do you parents know you're doing
this?"

   "Richard, calm down!  This is my house too and I want us to talk about
this.  I don't know what's going on either, but it's really me, Jan, your
wife." she said moving to reach for him.

   "I'm sleeping on the couch until my wife decides to end this sick game,"
he said heading to the door while putting on his robe.  Swinging it open,
Michael was standing there with a dumbfounded expression at seeing his
naked father putting on a robe and looking into the room to see the young
naked girl sitting on his parents bed.  His mouth dropped open.

   Taking a deep breath, she pursued her husband, passing her gawking son
and finding him already on the couch still angry.  "Richard, Honey, please
let's talk."

   "I have nothing to say to you.  Leave me alone," he said turning away
from her.

   "Honey, I know this is strange, but I think it has something to do with
that hole I fell into.  I don't know how or why, but when..."

   "I said leave_me_alone!" he shouted, knocking the naked girl to the
floor as he stood.  I'm going for a drive!" he stated grabbing his keys. 
"I can't stand to be in the same house as you!  When I get back to *MY*
house, you'd better not be here, understand?  I will call the police." Jan
watched her husband, the father of her children, the man she's known for 22
years walk out the door angrily.

   "Are you okay?" she heard a voice from behind and turned to see her
13-year-old son standing in the door way.  Pulling her self up, she headed
for her bedroom not sure what to do.

   "Yea, Michael, I'm okay, thanks for asking.  Now go back to bed," she
said leaning forward to kiss his cheek.  He surprised her as he grabbed her
head and pressed his lips to hers.  "MICHAEL!  What are you do...mphm?"

   "You had sex with my Dad, didn't you?" he asked holding the younger girl
at arm's length and looking at her budding young body.

   "That's none of your business, now get to bed, it's late," she replied
turning to head to her bedroom.  The boy followed, stopping the door before
it closed to join her in the room.  "MICHAEL!  Get outta here and go to
your own ro..."

   Her words were cut off as he put his mouth over hers, pulling her to his
chest.  She struggled, trying to get him away, but also enjoying the
feeling of being wanted.  Being loved and desired, something that has been
missing in her marriage for a very long time.  It had been so long since
she felt that way.  His hand went to her small breast, rubbing the nipple
between his fingers and thrusting his groin into hers.  She felt his
erection striking just below her navel and sighed.

   She shouldn't.  She couldn't.  He was her son.  Her flesh and blood.  It
wasn't right, but how could she not?  He wanted her and she yearned for the
loving touch of a man, even if the man was her 13-year-old son.  She sighed
into his mouth as his hand found its way between her legs.

   "Michael, please, we can't," she moaned unconvincingly.  Taking her
hand, he pulled her to the bed and sat, tugging her to sit with him.  "It's
not right, I'm your mo...umph." her words were cut off again as his lips
crushed hers.  His hands felt nice, his kiss passionate, his eagerness
exciting.  She could feel her heart pounding within her chest, and the
hunger inside her pussy.

   These past few days have been hard as her sex drive has been increasing
yet her husband's responses have been diminishing.  He moved to mount her
as she futilely protested, giving his chest a slight push as he positioned
himself between her legs.  "Michael, please," she mumbled once last time as
she felt him feeling around her smooth mons with the tip of his hard cock.

   Racking the tip across her burgeoning clitoris, she sucked in a breath
of air.  She felt as the wet tip of his cock found her small hole and he
pushed, sending the head inside.  Both grunted from the sensation.  "Oh
Michael," she sighed, hardly noticeable.

   Turning her head, she felt his body moving on top of hers sending his
cock in and out of her tightness, slipping deeper with every forward
thrust. He was inexperienced, but it was obvious that he's done it before.
The lists of possibilities ran through her mind as his pace and depth
increased.

   She didn't want to, didn't want him doing that and certainly didn't want
to respond, but she couldn't prevent it.  Her body betrayed her as his cock
rubbed repeatedly across her most sensitive places.  She stiffened as her
vagina took on a life of its own; milking his cock for what it knew was
coming.  She moaned, grasping his sides, digging her nails into his back as
her ass raised off the bed, meeting his thrust before returning.  She did
it again and again as she matched his strokes, colliding their groins
together.

   "Oh shit," he grunted before slowing down.

   "OH MY GOD!" she suddenly realized what was happening.  He's cumming
inside of her pussy!  "NOOOooooo!" she grunted feeling his young cock
jerking wilding inside, filling her with his seeds.  She couldn't get
pregnant, well not as his mother because she had her tubes tied after he
was born, but what if whatever happened to her body, changing her like this
also undid the procedure?

   His weight was suddenly lifted from her and he stared down at her with a
smile.  "Thanks," he said leaving, pulling his pajamas up as he left.  Jan
wasn't sure what to do.  She just had sex with her youngest son and even
though it was wrong, it felt nice.  He wanted her, he was excited about
having sex with her and in a way, she enjoyed the attention.

   Sitting up she felt a bubble of wetness seeping from her tender hole. 
He had a nice cock, not too big, not too small, and just right for a girl
her age.  "Damn it Jan, what are you thinking?  He's your son for Christ's
sake!" Her husband's cock is much larger and really hurt while he was
inside of her, but she endured it because she was his wife.

   Crawling under the blankets, she fell asleep hoping when she wakes up,
this would have all been a very bad dream.

   ~ end of part 1

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