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 Side Effects By William Sky
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   PART 1

   "How is the patient?"

   "The operation appears to be a success.  All vital signs are normal."

   The voices drew Tom from his weariness.

   "What's going on?" Tom spoke in a voice, barely more than a whisper. 
"Was there an accident?"

   Tom blinked rapidly, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the light of
the room.  Funny, Tom thought to himself, with his eyes like this, it made
the doctors all distorted with huge heads...  oh, crap!

   Tom lurched upward only to find himself restrained to the operation
table.

   "Calm yourself, Earthman."

   Tom's first instinct was to flop around screaming, fighting at his
restraints.  After a moment of thought, though, he realized that couldn't
help.  Obviously, he was in a no win situation, and struggling wouldn't be
any use.  Oh, what the Hell.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhahahhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

   The shorter of the two creatures pressed a button on a machine near
Tom's head.  Suddenly, every muscle in his body stiffened, trapping his
mouth closed.

   "There are a few things we need to talk about, Earthman." The taller of
the two creatures began.  "We've been studying your planet for many years,
abducting individuals or animals at night, researching their bodies, and
then returning them with no memory of the events.  We were doing such
research on your body when we...  uh...  accidentally killed you."

   Tom's eyebrow arched in confusion, or at least would have if not for the
paralysis forced upon him.

   "Yes, SOMEONE forgot to turn down the settings of an anal probe after
experimenting on an African elephant." The taller one glanced out of the
corner of his eye at the shorter one.  "Your body was destroyed before we
even knew what had happened.  Fortunately, we were able to rebuild your
body from undifferentiated tissue we keep in storage."

   "Mmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmm."

   "Release him."

   The shorter one pressed another button on his machine, and Tom relaxed
back onto the table.

   "Why are you telling me this?  If you rebuilt me, why didn't you just
put me back?"

   "Like I said, we completely rebuilt your body from undifferentiated
tissue.  That's tissue with no specific purpose.  It can become any kind of
tissue in the human body.  We use it to correct any errors we might make,
but we've never used it to recreate an entire human being.  There may be
some...  side effects."

   "What kind of side effects?"

   "We don't know." The taller alien explained.  "We're telling you this,
rather than just placing you back into your life in case side effects
appear, you wouldn't react negatively, and most importantly, you wouldn't
be discovered, and, in turn, we wouldn't be discovered."

   "So what now?"

   "Now, we place you back into your life.  We will be in contact with you
to make sure everything is working correctly and to make any... 
modifications."

   * * *

   Tom sat straight up in his bed and switched off his alarm clock.

   "What a dream!"

   Tom climbed out of bed and tripped his way to the bathroom.  Switching
on the light, Tom splashed a couple handfuls of water unto his face and
looked at himself in the mirror.  He poked at the fat around his waste. 
"If aliens were gonna rebuild my body, they could have taken off a few
pounds."

   Right before Tom's eyes, the fat around his waste rolled in on itself,
vanishing.

   "Whoa."

   Tom immediately grabbed hold of his left wrist in his right hand and
pulled as hard as he could.  Nothing.  "Damn."

   Tom held his hand up in front of the mirror, and thought what it would
be like if he had managed to stretch his arm.  Slowly, the arm extended on
its own, growing a good half foot longer than the right one.  "Maybe it
wasn't a dream." With just a thought, Tom returned his arm back to its
original length.  He was starting to get the hang of this.  "Talk about a
side effect."

   Tom reached over and grabbed a magazine from the rack resting next to
the toilet.  GQ.  Tom quickly leafed through the pages, looking for just
the right page.  He skipped over the articles on test driving the new
Mustang, silk ties, and some laptop just on the market, until he came to
exactly what he was looking for.  It was a vodka ad.  He remembered it
because Melissa, one of his friends, had commented on the guy.

   "Damn, he's just incredible." She'd said.

   Now let's really try this thing out, Tom thought to himself.  He closed
his eyes and concentrated on the image in the vodka ad.  He thought about
the guy's full, brown hair, the strong shape of his jaw, his well muscled
body, everything.  Once Tom was positive he had completely rebuilt the man
in his mind, he opened his eyes.

   It was no longer Tom starring back in the mirror; it was...  whatever
the guy's name is.  The model.  Standing in Tom's bathroom, looking into
Tom's mirror, wearing Tom's boxers.  "Groovy."

   Tom pulled off his boxer shorts and tossed them to the side.  It was
amazing.  Even the parts he hadn't seen in the photograph have changed,
adapted to the rest of the body.  Strong leg muscles, defined abdominals,
and...  well, that's new.  Tom reached down and grasped the appendage
between his legs.  Tom wasn't small to begin with, a good six or seven
inches long, but this thing...  it was at least that big limp.  Coming out
of his thoughts, Tom realized that he wasn't just holding his new penis, he
had begun to stroke it, and it was responding, growing to what must have
been eight or nine inches now.  This could be useful, Tom thought to
himself, but why stop here.  With a twitch of his newfound power, Tom
continued the growth of his new member.  It went on to what must have been
ten inches or even nearly eleven.  It felt like he had a tennis racket
handle hanging from his crotch.

   Tom never stopped stroking the now massive tool.  Tom felt an orgasm
building up inside him.  He fantasized about what his friend Melissa would
do if she saw him in his new body.  He imagined what it would be like
entering her with his big, fat cock.  Pumping in and out.

   KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

   Tom's body jumped.  His hands instinctually leaped away from his penis,
ashamed of playing with himself.

   KNOCK, KNOCK.

   Tom rushed out to the door of his apartment and opened it just enough to
look outside.  It was Amy, the landlord's daughter.  She wore the overalls
and tool belt she always put on when she made repair visits for her dad. 
Amy must have been about seventeen or eighteen years old.  She was short,
coming up to about Tom's chest, or not even that on his new body, but she
had a nice body, at least what Tom had seen within the work clothes he had
seen her in.

   "Can I help you?" Tom asked.  Even his voice had changed to match the
new body.  He was impressed.

   "I'm here to fix a light.  Is Tom around?"

   Suddenly, Tom realized that no one else knew it was him inside this fake
shell.  "Uh, no.  Tom's out right now.  I'm Jack."

   Tom stuck his hand out to shake, opening the door slightly wider to do
so.  Amy hesitantly accepted his handshake.  Tom noticed Amy's glance
darting from eye contact down and then back again.  She did this a couple
times before he looked down himself.  With the door further open and Tom
reaching to shake Amy's hand, the girl had an unobstructed view of his new,
oversized manhood.

   Tom jumped back behind the door.  He pulled his jacket from the coat
rack and wrapped it around his waste.

   "Come on in," Tom said, swinging the door open, partially to allow her
entrance and partially to show her that he had covered himself.  "The
broking light is in the kitchen.  I'm just going to hop into the bathroom
and put something on."

   Tom skipped into the bathroom as Amy carried her tools into the kitchen.
He closed the door and looked at himself in the mirror.  Tom's first
reaction was to morph back into his own body, but that wouldn't work.  He'd
already told Amy that Tom wasn't here, plus how would she respond if she
watch one man walk into the bathroom and another come out.  No, the best
bet would just be to hang out here until she was finished and gone.

   "Uh, Jack.  Could you give me a hand?"

   At first, Tom didn't think she was talking to him.

   "Jack?"

   Tom grabbed his robe and wrapping it around his body, walked out to the
kitchen.

   "What can I do for you?"

   "Would you hold the ladder for me?"

   Since she lacked height, Amy stood on the top of her miniature
stepladder, her feet covering the sticker, which pronounced, "This is not a
step."

   "Sure."

   Placing his foot on the bottom step, Tom took hold of the ladder.  Amy
turned and began work on the fixture, placing her butt inches away from
Tom's face.  Tom had never put much thought into how nice of ass Amy had.
Tom considered himself by far a breast man, but now, with her rear in
reach, Tom couldn't help but get a little turned on.  Amy twisted and
wiggled in order to get at her job, almost doing a little show for Tom.  He
turned away, letting go of the ladder with one hand.

   "Could you hold it steady, I'm almost done."

   Tom returned his hand to the ladder and his gaze to Amy's backside,
surrendering to the guiltless gawking.

   "Okay, finished."

   Amy began her decent down the stepladder, and Tom back away after
brushing lightly against her ass with his arms.  Once firmly on the ground,
Amy's eyes locked back onto Tom's crotch where his erect penis stuck out
from the folds in his robe.

   "I'm terribly sorry." Tom spun away attempting to cover himself.

   After a brief, awkward pause, Amy spoke.  "Uh...  can I see it?"

   Tom was shocked.  First by the question, and second by his ease in
response.  He simply turned back toward Amy, untying his robe.  Amy
starred, transfixed on Tom's crotch.  Tom watched her face as she examined
his erection.

   "Wanna touch it?" Tom asked.  Amy looked up at his face and smiled.  Tom
took her by the hand and led her to the couch, shedding the robe on the
way.

   The two plopped down on the cushions and sat perfectly still for a
moment.  Then, Tom took Amy's hand in his own and wrapped them around his
cock.  Tom lifted her hand up and down penis, urging her to begin stroking.
When Tom finally removed his hand, hers remained, dancing across his shaft.

   Tom sat back in the couch, momentarily enjoying the hand job he was
receiving.  Then he shifted himself towards Amy.  He unhooked the straps of
her overalls and let them fall to the side.  The red t-shirt Amy wore
beneath clung to her curves, showing off her breasts.  C cup, Tom guessed,
but he didn't worry to badly about it.  He reached up and ran his
fingertips across the bottoms of her tits.

   "It's huge." Amy announced.  "I've never seen one this big before."

   "How many have you seen?"

   "Oh...  I dunno...  I watched a porno with some of friends once." Amy
told, slightly ashamed but never missing a stroke.  "And my boyfriend."

   "How far have you gone with him?"

   "I let him feel me up." Amy explained, almost proud of how adult her
actions were.  "I jerked him off a couple times, and once he made me kiss
it."

   Amy slowed and trailed off at the end of the sentence.  Tom thought Amy
might be afraid she shared too much, that he would get the wrong idea.  So
he decided not to push it any further.  He could just be happy with the
hand job.  As Tom made up his mind, he also watched Amy stare intently at
his cock as she ran her hand up and down its shaft.  Then, her small, pink
tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked her lips.  That was enough to
change Tom's mind.  Placing his hand on the back of Amy's neck, he eased
her head toward his crotch.  At first, Amy tried to resist, but the
constant, gentle pressure of Tom's hand, and her own desire, won out.  Amy
let herself be guided to Tom's erection.

   Amy lightly kissed the head of Tom's penis.  She kissed it again and
again, allowing more of the fleshy tip past her lips each time, until
finally she had the entire head in her mouth.  Amy's tongue darted up
slightly, licking the underside of Tom's cock.

   "Ooooooh." The moan escaped from Tom's mouth, and Amy, happy with the
pleasure she was give him, doubled her efforts on his erection.  Removing
her mouth, Amy ran her tongue down one side of his cock and up the other.
Then she stretched her mouth wide open and took as much of Tom as she could
into her mouth, which was only a few inches.  She brought her other hand
around and ran them both up and down the left over cock meat as she worked
her mouth on the tip.

   Tom's hand loosened its gentle pressure and began to massage her
shoulders and neck.  In his life, Tom had received very few blowjobs, and
while Amy might not have been the best, she was desperate to please.  Any
time Tom moaned or had any reaction, Amy repeated her actions several times
before trying something new.  Tom's hand slid around Amy's body and lifted
her shirt up over the sports bra she wore.  Tom didn't know why, but sports
bras always turned him on.  He ran his fingers across the top, exposed
breast, slipping one finger down between her cleavage.

   Tom was obviously nearing his climax.  His soothing caresses turned into
passionate mauling of Amy's breasts.  Tom's hips began to trust slightly
upward to meet her mouth, forcing more of his erection into her throat. 
Amy did her best to accommodate, relaxing her jaw to receive the additional
cock.  Amy felt Tom's body tense and realized his orgasm soon approached.
She tried to lift her head, but Tom's hand had returned to its position at
her neck and held her in place.  Suddenly, Tom's cock exploded, filling her
mouth with cum.  She had no choice but to swallow the sticky, salty
substance.  Amy glanced up to see Tom's head rolled back on the couch. 
This sign of ecstasy edged her on further, and she continued her suction on
his erection, milking it of all the cum she could.

   As Tom's orgasm subsided, he released Amy, letting his hand drop beside
him on the couch.  Amy gave Tom's now drooping penis a few final kisses,
before sitting up next to Tom.  "That was incredible." Tom said, slightly
exhausted.  Amy smiled and snuggled closer to him.  Suddenly, Amy's
overalls began to buzz and vibrate.  She reached into her pocket and
removed a beeper.

   "Shit.  I've gotta run." Amy stood, pulling her shirt back down over her
bra.  Tom rose, standing behind her as she refastened her overalls.  Tom
reached around and groped her breasts through her shirt, at the same time
pressing his semi-erect penis against her ass.  "Can I come over again
sometime?" She asked.

   "Hell yes." Tom answered.

   Amy grinned and reluctantly pulled away from Tom, heading to the door.
She turned and looked at him once more, as he stood in the center of the
room, naked.  Tom motioned to his chin, and Amy checked herself in the same
place, finding a small drop of cum.  She scooped it up into her fingers and
licked them clean.  "Bye."

   Once Amy had left, Tom strutted to the bathroom.  He examined himself in
the mirror for a moment, and then closed his eyes.  When he reopened them,
his perfect, new body had been replaced by Amy's small, female form.  Tom
caresses the curves of the girl who'd just finished giving him head, but
now the curves were his.  As one hand pinched a nipple, the other grazed
the lips of his new vagina.

   "You know," Tom thought aloud, "this is one side effect that I could get
used to."

   END OF PART 1



   AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first story for the web.  I have a lot of
ideas, but I'm not sure if I'm going to continue writing.  I need a lot of
feed back.  So drop me a line and let me know what you think.  Notes would
be good, but even just a "keep going" could help, too.
   Thanks, Will Sky willsky@hotmail.com