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From: "Jack C. Lipton" <cupasoup@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Shape Up or Shift Out (MF FF oral magic)
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Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2006 19:10:01 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Shape Up or Shift Out
Part: 
Universe: Shift Work
Summary: Getting into shape may have alternate meanings
Keywords: MF oral FF (kinda best)
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		    Shape Up or Shift Out

		      by Jack C Lipton

I woke up this morning and discovered that it was happening
to me again.

I'd been "with" my current girl-friend for six months.  Six
months of affection with an under-current of anxiety and
worry, waiting for this kind of disaster to strike and I had
finally relaxed my guard with Joanie.

Given how my last girlfriend had reacted to this kind of
event, my heart was in my mouth, albeit not literally, as I
awaited Joanie's awakening.

That explains why I was so tense this morning, ready to
climb out of bed, when Joanie rolled over to me and started
to cuddle up and, with the differences her dozing body felt
in me, she woke up.  Suddenly.

Unlike my last girlfriend who just started screaming, Joanie
smiled and said "Wow, what a *great* dream.  Buddy, lick me.
And I hope this dream lasts..."

All right, so maybe I had a bit of a breather before she
freaked out, so I moved around.

It wasn't easy to remove her panties and I ended up having
to shred them, but, the moment my tongue reached her and was
working on her...

I had two complicated tasks.  First was bringing Joanie to
climax.  Second was to learn how to use this tongue better.
It was strange how the first task made the second easier as
my lover would shift, moan, and give directions, just like
she did for me in my usual guise.

She may have _thought_ she was asleep, but she got into the
dream-like attention I was giving her.  My hope was that,
when she was fully alert and oriented, she'd be accepting
of who I was, even if the what might vary.

My hearing, along with my sense of smell, was more sensitive
than I was really used to making her wail of completion on
the edges of being painful to me.

As she calmed down she looked at me, finally realizing that
she was completely awake, and saw me sitting there, panting,
as I relaxed, awaiting her reaction.

"Jack, is that really you?"

It was hard to smile so I nodded.  It wasn't like I'd be up
to talking for a bit.

"Cool," she added.  "How often does that happen?"

Hell, I couldn't even shrug.  I let my tongue hang out so
she'd know that speech was a bit beyond me.

"How come you look like Buddy?  He's been dead for a while."

Heck, I couldn't even do a convincing stare, yet.  I got up,
jumped off the bed, and headed for the bathroom.  No matter
what I looked like, I still had to pee.  This wasn't an easy
operation but I also knew I'd be back to normal within a
couple of hours.  The toilet seat wasn't easy to deal with
but I was soon able to take a leak before knocking the seat
back down.

The good news, for me, was that it was Saturday, so I didn't
have to go to work.  I had time.  The question still in the
air for me was whether Joanie would give me that time.

Once I finished draining my bladder, I looked up to where
Joanie had just walked into the bathroom.  She smiled down
at me as she moved to use the toilet herself, complimenting
me on my aim, adding "Yeah, you ain't Buddy.  Don't leave me
yet," she interrupted my plan to stalk out of the room.
"Sit!" she commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor.

This wasn't my idea of having fun and I *really* wasn't in a
mood to be particularly cooperative, so I did my best to
just stare at her.

She sighed, pointed to the spot by her feet again, and said
"Please sit there, Jack.  I need you to wait for me."

Well, that was far more polite, so I did as she asked.  I
really wish I was able to talk but couldn't make any useful
sounds yet.  I felt her hand on my head and neck, soothing
me.  It was very re-assuring.

She finished her use of the toilet, got up, washed her
hands, looked back at me, and said "Follow me, please."

I padded along, following her, able to smell renewed arousal
from her loins, startling me when she climbed back on the
bed on all fours.  She looked back at me.

There was no doubt I was confused.  She solved that dilemma
for me.  "Oh, c'mon, Jack!  Can't you tell what I want?"

I shook my head, confused.  This was surprisingly unexpected
behavior, just the acceptance.  So she clarified what she
wanted from me.

"Jack, I can't believe you're that dense right now.  Fuck
me, doggy style, please?"

*Whoa!*  This was different!  This wasn't just tolerance,
which I'd been _hoping_ for, this went even beyond my
ultimate fantasy of acceptance!  She wanted me!  This way!

Well, with that indication of her enthusiasm, I'd qualify as
an idiot to not follow through.  With my expectations of
rejection suddenly lifted, it didn't take for my current
body to reach readiness to carry out her wishes, so, with
her demand in mind, I jumped up on the bed.  I'll tell you
right now that I had to take a lot more care than I would
usually need to get myself into her.

Wow!  This felt good!  And Joanie talked to me, telling me
how good it felt, too, telling me she loved me, before she
started moaning.

Joanie has never taken much time to "warm up" sexually, and,
between the cunnilingus she'd had earlier, was showing her
characteristically steep arousal curve, something that had
attracted me from the start.  It didn't take long for her
cries to reach a crescendo-- more than once-- while I spent
time mindlessly pounding into her body at a far more furious
rate than I'd ever believed possible.

As much as I wanted this to be wonderful for Joanie, I still
didn't have enough mind left over from the sensations I was
experiencing to give her any other attention, but...

Joanie didn't seem to notice any shortfall.  In hindsight,
I'm not even sure she had any more brains to *notice* that I
hadn't tried to do anything more beyond where I was
penetrating her.

Afterwards,  I was surprised when I couldn't pull back out
of her, so I lay on her back and pulled her over to our side
so we could spoon, and that's when I realized I had hands
again.  It was hard to concentrate given how her body was
still squeezing me, maintaining a serious level of
distraction.

Given that this was the shortest time that I'd ever been
something or someone else was surprising and reassuring, I
kissed Joanie's shoulder and neck as she slowly returned to
earth.

This one episode showed me that one of the last things to
return to normal was my dick;  it took another couple of
minutes to return to human form so that it could soften up,
minutes where Joanie was still panting away as her body kept
spasming.

When she finally came down enough to talk to me, she asked,
"How did you do that?  How did you turn yourself into my old
dog?"

"I don't know, hon.  Remember I mentioned Tina, my last
girlfriend?  What I didn't tell you was that she freaked out
when she woke up with me as her younger sister.  And Anne
before her?  She couldn't cope with me as a pre-teen boy
from one of the seventh grade classes she teaches."  I
shrugged.  "I've got no idea why or how.  It seemed to only
happen when I was happy... which meant that everything would
get ruined.  I have no idea why you didn't freak out,
though, but I'm glad you didn't, hon."

Joanie sighed, shifting closer to me, pullng my hands around
her.  "All right, I wasn't completely out of my dream, so I
was a lot more accepting of you that way.  Given how worn
out I am now, though, I don't think I could handle it well
if you woke up as Buddy every day, but, now, hon..."

I heard her sigh, which triggered some anxiety, just before
she squeezed my hands again.

"Don't ever leave me, all right?  Yes, I dreamt of Buddy and
I having sex, I hope that doesn't freak *you* out.  I had
managed to train him to lick me and even to fuck me... but
with you driving it, it felt so much more, well, loving."

She paused.  I took the opportunity to kiss her neck.  I had
no idea just then how reassured she'd be by my acceptance of
this previously hidden portion of her history.

"We'll have to play with this, all right, Jack?  There are
some things I'd like to try.  Are you OK with this?"

That felt like good news, to me.  It seemed she wasn't upset
over this oddity.  "Yes, it's OK with me, hon."

"Good," she said, just before she faded into a nap, taking
me with her.

Later that day, as we talked about my "problem" my history,
she seemed to smile more and more at me.  She surprised me
with some of the stories of _her_ history, too, but it was
reassuring that she'd stayed so long with me.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

Sunday morning I woke up to find that I was a copy, more or
less, of Joanie, herself.  It could have been funnier given
how she had her first lesbian encounter with... ahem...
herself.  I was told it wasn't going to be the last one and
I agred that it had been fun to not just have the different
parts and pieces, but to actually see what they feel like
when properly used.  I shifted back into myself within
minutes of climaxing.

Even with all of the activity in the mornings and during the
day, it still surprised me over how enthusiastic Joanie was
to just fuck each other's brains out Sunday night.

Monday morning I woke up with a larger than usual dick.  All
right, much larger than usual.

It's amazing that it fit into her at all.

I wasn't going to complain but it was a good thing this
change faded after I'd filled her up with my semen.  After a
pleasant time cleaning each other in the shower, We made it
out of the house and off to work.

Mind you, she did mention about being sore.  It bothered me
when it seemed she was walking funny.

Tuesday morning I was a copy of Joanie again.  That's when I
was truly introduced to her toys... and one was the size I'd
been on Monday morning.

At least when I returned to myself that the soreness faded.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

We experimented.

Joanie's efforts to hypnotize me into changing shape didn't
work.  I didn't have any control.

When she worked on herself, *that* made the difference.  In
her last dream of the night, dreaming of a lover, I became
that lover.

Heck, one night we arranged to tape ourselves as we slept.
I didn't realize how many shapes I took as _I_ slept, all of
which Joanie could explain to me, occasionally with a blush.

I've woken up as a lot of different people, usually after we
watched a particularly arousing porn flick.  I've woken up
as other dogs, too, even as a tiger and being a half-human
rabbit was fun, too.  More fictional forms, like Vulcans,
Minbari, were... interesting.  Waking as a cloud of
luminescent gas was strangest of all, and I had to wait the
full "recovery" period since there was no way for me to
truly climax in that form, even though I was able to do a
lot for Joanie that way.

Yes, I've even awoken as the occasional animated character,
though Joanie has a good imagination for the naughty bits.

The oddest thing is that Joanie is *happier* with how I can
wear the form of someone-- or some *thing*-- else when she
wants me to be.  Finding that she's happy because it is *me*
behind the mask makes me feel good.

She's also told me that she's not letting me go and that
she'd prefer to be stuck with me for life.

Given what we've been learning, well, I was sure happy.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

I have no idea how she did it, but I woke up as *me* during
our honeymoon.  I almost believed-- well, hoped-- that
marriage would somehow take this ability away.  Joanie is
smart and took good care of me during the honeymoon.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

Home again, we were back to normal, where I'd be someone or
something else on the occasional mornings.

My favorite mornings?

When she's dreamt of me as *me*, so I wake up as *me*, with
Joanie cuddled up close and happy.


                            * Fini *


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Jack C Lipton | cupasoup at pele dot cx | /~CupaSoup/

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