The Sorcerer's Daughter
by Andy Maynard

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As the CEO of the largest brokerage in a fair-sized city I'm in a position to
"select" certain interns from the wannabes who come to work here.  That was
how I came to notice Lisa, a voluptuous raven-haired beauty in her early,
just-ripe twenties.  It was kind of the unwritten rule that I often took a
personal hand- as well as other appendages- in the training of my female
interns.

That was why it came as such a surprise for me when she said "No" to me. 
She had only been working here a week, and her work had been meticulous
and  letter-perfect.  I'd always been able to find SOME flaw in the work of a
particularly desirable intern to insist on personally tutoring them.  When I
brought it up, she just said she'd already made plans for the night!

It was an unusual experience, having a woman say "No" to me.  I've kept
myself in reasonable shape for a man my age, and even though it was twenty
years since I'd played football in college, I didn't really have much of a
paunch on me, thanks to my regular walking and swimming regimen.  At
6'1" and only a little sprinkling of salt in my dark brown hair in my mind I
was still the athletic stud I was in college. Having more than six zeros in the
smallest of my bank accounts hadn't been repelling the ladies either.

So I was more amused and curious when she said "No" to me, for the first
time in over a decade.  I told her, a bit condescendingly, that she must have
misunderstood me, and that I WAS going to meet her that night to 'discuss
her future' with the company.  As she stood there looking at me, an odd, not-
too-pleasant expression on her face, I couldn't help thinking how much
sweeter her smug little smile would look wrapped around my cock.

That night, I drove up to where she lived, what had been a rather stately
mansion when I was a kid, though now no doubt it had been divvied up into
apartments.  I walked up to the door, and was just reaching for the doorbell
when the door opened on its own.  My first impression was of a mile of
cleavage, as was my second and third.  The girl standing there was in a
VERY abbreviated French maid's outfit, with her massive boobs spilling out-
WAY out- of a top that would be skimpy on a much less-endowed lady, like
Dolly Parton.

I was just wondering if I had the right address when Lisa and a well-dressed
young man pushed past her on their way out.  I was captivated by the way
the maid's tits moved after such a slight movement, and just barely caught the
knowing smirk on Lisa's face.  I heard the man laugh, but figured in a place
like this, why not?  The blonde, barely-dressed maid said, in an husky voice
that made my pants very uncomfortable, "Mr. Rosen will see you now."  She
beckoned me in, in a wave of her arm that set up the most amazing secondary
oscillations.

I walked in, as she led the way.  I could tell I might need to rethink my
position with sweet little Lisa, the house had an understated opulence that
indicated money- a LOT of it... more than even I had, I realized.

But mainly, I focused on the maid.  Her skirt was short enough I could tell all
she wore under it was her black fishnet pantyhose.  Even from behind, I still
could see her spectacular melons swaying to the beat as she walked down the
hall.  She led me to a room, and unfortunately walked down another hall
away.  I walked in to see a man who looked to be thirty at most, sitting on a
plush chair with a small tables on either side; one holding four or five books,
another holding a small glass of what looked like iced tea on a coaster.

"So you're Lisa's boss," he said.  "Mark Banyon, class of '73." He said it in
an even tone, but I suddenly wanted to run the hell out of there.  There was a
look of such total comfort, of CONTROL on his face that I was somehow
sure that I was in some danger- even though I couldn't see anything that
might be remotely harmful.

"Ah, yes.  I was hoping to give her a few pointers- some details from my
experience-"

"You wanted to fuck her.  And to make her think her job depended on giving
you a blowjob."  Now there was a trace of iron in his voice, cold implacable
iron.  "I know you keep pictures of your interns 'servicing' you in your
bedroom safe, and that you've embezzled more than four million dollars from
your more older and less vigilant customers."

I was sweating up a storm now, wondering how the hell he could know all of
that?  I wondered if I should try to deal with him or just scram.  I absently
patted my car keys in my pocket- and my pants vanished.  There was no Star
Trek sparkling or special effects- they were suddenly not there anymore!

I looked down to see that of all my clothes, all that was left was my boxer
shorts and my undershirt.  I blinked, and felt a sudden rustling over my
body, and was wearing a matching set of lacy, frilly panties and see-through
bra.  I felt mortified at the way the bra cupped my breasts- even more than at
the way my dick was straining against its pink silk tent.

This CAN'T be happening!!!  I don't think I screamed it, but I was getting
dizzy just trying to figure it out... it didn't figure.  This man was doing...
magic?  It couldn't- but it did-

"Messing with MY daughter was definitely a mistake."  The man got up and
walked over, grinning broadly as he looked me over.  "You're free to leave,
of course," he said, tossing over my car keys.  Suddenly I could move my
feet.  "You might not want to, looking like . . ." he waved at me, laughing.

I drew myself up with all the dignity a man in pink panties can and said "I'll
manage.  There are men on the beach with bigger tits than these."  As he
smiled, I knew I'd made a rather critical mistake.

I felt the cups of the bra cutting into me chest before I felt the straps dig into
my shoulders.  I felt a surge of weight on my chest, and a sudden rippling
feel as my bra burst, and felt my newly-grown tits rolling forward.  I looked
at the torn scraps of pink fluttering to the floor, struggling to understand- or
even, just to believe...

I reached up, feeling my newly-grown boobs swaying from side to side, up
and down- all directions, really.  I touched them, still hoping that they
weren't real, some sort of trick or-

My extremely sensitive left nipple perked right up when I touched it.  Mr.
Rosen laughed out loud over it.

I looked up at Mr. Rosen again.  He had brown hair, longish, parted on the
right.  His brown eyes held equal amounts of mirth and malice as he stared
back into mine.  I was trying to figure which side of thirty he was really on
when he said "The number you're looking for is 387."

"The number...?"  I repeated in a dry croak.

"The number of years since I was born.," he replied.

I didn't even think of laughing.  He was as old as he said, he'd done... THIS
to me...

"Hello.  My name is Steven Rosen.  I'm a sorcerer."  He bowed.  Then he
reached over and twisted my right nipple.  HARD!!

I gasped and dropped to my knees.  "It's- it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.
Rosen, sir," I gasped, unprepared for the waves of agony that shot down my
hypersensitive nipple.

I realized that my legs were frozen in place again as he said "It's nice to meet
you, too, 'Marcia.' "

I started to retort my name was MARK, but nothing came out.  He continued,
"You can suck my dick now."

He said it so matter-of-factly, but I was just disgusted.  A man's dick?  In my
MOUTH?!?!?  He stood there for a moment, and said "You will do it."

I felt my cheeks burning even brighter with shame.  Sucking a man's dick
was just the lowest thing I could think of.  I summoned up all my nerve and
said "You'll have to make me."

No sooner were the words out that I suddenly had a vision of his big bulging
cock in my mouth.  I knew, just KNEW that above all else, I needed his
manhood, I needed to swallow his seed.  I reached out for the growing bulge
in his pants and suddenly my hands were handcuffed behind me.  Desperate
for his tool I lunged forward, and on the second try caught the flap of his
zipper in my teeth.  I pulled it down, and a huge hot salami hit me in my eye. 
I twisted my head around greedily as he stepped back.

I tried eagerly, but me feet were still rooted in place.  "There's a small
problem, Marcia," he said, as I saw his HUGE member, a good fifteen
inches long, hanging in the air in front of me.

"What?!?"  I cried out.  "Please, PLEASE, let me love your cock.  I NEED
it," I begged, putting all the pleading and supplication I was capable of in my
voice.  I was panting, and I was distantly aware that I was even drooling, but
I simply NEEDED to get his big hard heavenly dick into my mouth.

"Well, the thing is," he said, smiling like a Cheshire cat, "Is I have certain...
standards.  You met Betty on the way in, you see.  I'm only used to having
my dick serviced by ladies with rather more on top than you have."

I was crushed!!  I was being denied because these paltry little titties on my
chest weren't big enough for him- when I suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Rosen, sir," I said, as sweetly as I could.  "With your... powers, you
could fix up this little problem with my chest.  You could make me as big and
as buxom as Betty."  I was trembling at this point, but barely noticed how my
quadruple-D tits bobbed and swayed.

He looked down at me, in every sense of the word.  "You really, really want
me to make your tits bigger?"

"YES!!  Oh, yes, yes, PLEASE make them bigger!  Enormous!! 
GIGANTIC!!!"  I screamed as I felt a wave of weight roll off my chest, only
to be redoubled and tripled as my knockers surged out.  He smiled, and
reached down to push them aside as he walked up and poked his huge meat
into my waiting mouth.  It was as big around as a can of vegetables, and it
took all my straining and tongue gymnastics to force the head and maybe one
more delicious inch into my mouth.  There was still way more than a foot of
Rosencock sticking out, and as he started pushing it deeper and deeper into
my mouth I realized it didn't matter if he suffocated me, that there was
nothing better in the WORLD than holding his dear sweet massive dick in my
mouth.

He came, and I swallowed as much as I could, maybe a half a quart.  Most of
the rest dribbled down my face.  He pulled back, and favored me with
another gushing stream that coated my face and left my hair matted down.  I
was greedily licking up all my darting tongue could get when suddenly it hit
me- I WAS LICKING JISM!!

I gasped, and looked up at him as he forced his monster tool back into his
trousers.  "You really shouldn't try SO hard to do things the hard way," he
said.

As he walked back to his chair, he said "There's a bathroom down the hall to
your left.  Keys are there."  He certainly enjoyed the sight of me struggling to
my feet with two WAY-overgrown tits hanging from my chest, my face and
hair matted with his cum.  When I finally struggled to my feet, I was almost
knocked down again by the surging roll and bounce of my boobs.

"Um, Mr. Rosen-" I started to say when he cut me off.

"160 TTT.  Kind of fitting, don't you think, Marcia?"

I didn't see how I could get around with those flesh mountains hanging on
me, and I decided to try asking him to just reduce them to there former,
merely huge size.  I took a breath and said "Mr. Rosen, sir?"

He looked up.  "What is it NOW?"

I realized he wasn't going to be too cooperative, but again my legs didn't
move.  He smiled, and I found myself saying "Having a dick in these tight
panties is just a little bit uncomfortable.  Could you please maybe change it
into a tight little pussy, please, sir?"

He waved me off as I felt a crawling, pulling sensation down there.  I
somehow managed to get out, after scratching myself up good trying to side
my boobs through the door.  After struggling to the bathroom, I found that
indeed there was only a little slit under my panties.  At least the scratches
were already fading.

Unlocking the handcuffs, I tried to stretch my arms to get the kinks out, but
the smallest movement set up waves of rolling in my boobs.  Peeling off my
pants, I wasn't surprised to find just a tiny tuft of soft, downy blonde hair
atop my new cunt.

I looked at the freak in the mirror: myself, with two enormous boobs
dangling from my chest, firm, supple, capped with nipples bigger than a lot
of girl's whole tits... I still had the same face, the same frame... only, now,
somehow, that sorcerer had made me female.

In the shower, I was trying to get used to how my tits kept pressing against
the tiles.  In any other situation I would be fondling them- well, I WAS
fondling them- but only to wash the sperm off, I said sharply to myself, as I
suddenly moaned and collapsed, writhing in the sheer intolerable ecstasy of a
female orgasm.  It felt so good, SO wonderful I almost didn't mind noticing
that my body hair was going down the drain.

Crawling out of the shower, I used the counter edge to haul myself up and
start drying myself off.  I vaguely noticed my sodden panties were gone. 
After hanging up the towels- just drying my boobs had wet one completely- I
turned to find some clothes on the formerly bare counter.

A white G-string, with red lacy rosebuds over the panel, not quite an inch
wide, that was to go over my pussy.  I wasn't prepared for the way it rode up
in back- and the way it rode up in front made me yelp.  I almost fell from the
sloshing in my boobs as I jerked it out, and tried to position my G-string as
delicately as possible.  I had to admit it looked cute, crowned with a puff of
fine blonde hair.

That left... two bright pink tassels, four inches long- which I realized wasn't
even the diameter of my bright pink nipples.  It felt like ice when I dabbed on
some adhesive creme from the waiting tube and fixed my tassels in place.  I
padded out, barefoot, and found myself automatically sashaying down to the
room where I'd been so thoroughly unmanned, humiliated and... used.

I blushed all the way down to my far-off nipples, realizing what was in store. 
He'd USED me, and he was going to use me again.  As often as he liked,
and any way he- I tried to choke off that thought as I pulled my boobs
together to get in the doorway without scraping.

As I walked into the room I decided I'd have to tough it out, SOMEHOW...
this sorcerer had changed me, and I would have to somehow convince him to
change me back.  I didn't want to think about if he couldn't... or wouldn't.

Betty was there, holding a silver tray.  On it was a large black dildo, fully a
foot long and two and a half inches thick.  I took it, looking a bit unsteadily at
the ballsack hanging from it like two oranges.  "Put it in your mouth," Betty
whispered to me in a low, urgent voice.  I did so, gingerly- and suddenly I
rammed it in as had as I could, back against the back of my mouth.  I
instinctively tried to spit it out, but felt my lips stretching painfully as I tried. 
Looking into the polished silver of the tray, I saw my lips had GROWN into
the dildo.  It was now a part of me.

Rosen waved me forward, and I walked rather unsteadily over to his chair. 
"Well, now, Marcia," he said.  "We have just a little problem."

I would have gasped if I still had a mouth.  He continued, "Now that
we've... been introduced, it's time for me to decide what your punishment
should be for trying to violate my daughter.

I KNOW you're a telepath, at the very least, I thought as hard as I could.  I
promise, I promise, I BEG you, I'll never, ever, ever-

"No, you never, ever, ever will," he said.  "Now, I think you should dance
while I consider your punishment."

I gave it my honest, most determined shot, moving and swaying as much as I
could without letting the rolling momentum of my boobs swing me to the
ground.  Rosen and Betty watched, she sitting in his lap, making up names
for the ungraceful, frankly uncoordinated way I was dancing.  He'd ask her
just what dance WAS that slut doing, and Betty would make up names like
the 'Drunken Stork' and the 'Horny Hatrack.'

Finally, he'd had enough.  As he got up, he instructed me to obey Betty
COMPLETELY that night.  I turned to look at her, and at her widening grin.

I was trying desperately to make some sense out of this insane situation.  The
man was a sorcerer- impossible, yes, I know, but the gigantic boobs I was
wearing kind of overrode such niggling little common-sense type arguments. 
Rosen had told his awesomely buxom maid Betty that she could "have" me
for the night.  Ordinarily, being a plaything for a staggeringly beautiful
woman like that would have been wonderful.  Now, in this situation, I
desperately feared what would happen.

Betty sashayed up to Rosen, every part of her body swaying in rhythm, and
said "Mr. Rosen, sir?  There is just one small problem."

"Oh?" he replied, jovially enough.  He genuinely seemed friendly with Betty,
I thought, and getting friendly with her just might be-

"Well, sir," she continued, sweeping her arm in my direction, "That IS the
ugliest woman you've ever had over for a party."

"Yes, I see your point," he smiled, and I could feel myself falling INWARD,
actually shrinking, except...

My gigantic boobs remained the same size as I shrank behind them.  The
sudden change in my center of gravity made me step forward to catch myself-
and my legs didn't work right.  I fell to my hands and knees, my huge tits
squishing out from under me.  The tassels rubbed very much the wrong way
against my tender nipples, and as I struggled painfully back to my feet,
pulling long blonde hair out of my face, my legs STILL didn't move right.

Then I realized, it wasn't my legs, it was my hips, my thighs- I looked
down, trying to push my boobs one way then the other to try to see past
them.  Rosen and Betty had a good laugh at my attempts to move my jugs out
of the way, but I barely noticed, as I saw I was, truly, a woman, with all the
right curves, and a lot of them, at that!

Rosen left, calling back to remind me that if Betty made the LEAST complaint
about me...

Betty smiled and waved me to follow her.  Between my new skeletal
structure and the way it was so overloaded up top, I made pretty bad time
even getting to the door.  At least the dildo had vanished when I changed.

"You'll get used to it," she said, with what I hoped was real sympathy in her
voice.

"That's not too reassuring."

As we passed the bathroom, I was reminded of a growing need.  Betty just
said to meet her in the next-to-last room down the hall.  She smiled
reassuringly and gently patted me on my shapely butt.

Inside, I walked up to the toilet and... well, that wouldn't work now.  I
turned and pulled down my G-string from where it had nestled deep inside
me, and sat down on the toilet.  I was prepared, but still shocked as the pee
came out my little slit.

After struggling to my feet, and the indignity of wiping off the urine left on
my pussy lips, I looked in the mirror again.  At least now, I was too short to
see the little slit in my crotch.

In the mirror was an amazingly beautiful woman with long full curly blonde
hair, angelic face framing baby blue eyes, tits so big they were resting on the
counter... I closed my eyes and shook my head, hoping to wake up from the
nightmare.  Instead I just felt my blonde tresses dancing over my face, and
my boobs swaying with the motion...

I was sorely tempted to just sleep in the bathroom, or even run away- no, that
wasn't a solution.  Right now I was an impossibly busty girl, and no court in
the country would ever buy my claim to be Mark Banyon.  The only way
back to my own life was through Rosen, and that meant being his maid's toy
for the night.

As I entered the bedroom I saw Betty was already lying in it, the sheet pulled
up barely past her pussy.  Her boobs, which had seemed so gargantuan
before Rosen began "playing" with me jiggled and rolled as she patted the
mattress beside her.  "Room for one more, Marcia."

"I really don't like that name, if you don't mind?" I asked hopefully as I
stepped out of my G-string as daintily as someone on the verge of toppling
over can.  I'd already pulled off my tassels and wiped my nipples clean in the
bathroom.

"Sure, no problem," she said, smiling.  "Let's just call you 'Jiggles.' "

"Um, given the choice, I can live with 'Marcia.' "

I slid-fell into bed, and she hugged me, hefting my right boob like a duffel
bag of wet laundry.  "Oh, whatever," she said.  "It's really not that big a
deal.  Jiggles."

I bit back my retort.  My best chance at ever becoming a man was lying here,
stroking my tits.  I took hers in my left hand and started playing with her
nipple.  It was a technique I'd used before- though usually on jugs smaller
than Betty's nipple.

"So, what did Mr. Rosen get YOU for," I asked, as Betty slid into that pre-
orgasm, dreamy state.  She smiled, and just said, "Scoot down, I want to
ride your face."

I'd licked women to orgasm before, but it had ALWAYS been on MY terms,
in MY time.  I obediently scooted down, and as I slid my tongue back and
forth against her engorged clit, she filled me in on her story.

'Betty' had been born Bertrand Randall Carter (Bert to his friends) and had
been studying Engineering at the community college when one day, heading
to school, he'd passed a burning house.  He suffered second and third-degree
burns pulling a three-year-old boy from the blaze.  While recovering, a
classmate of his had introduced him to her father.

Rosen liked the young man, and felt that, in light of what he'd experienced,
young Bert deserved a reward.  The fire had left him badly scarred on his
face and chest, so Rosen changed Bert, made Bert able to consciously
remake, re-arrange his body- and even his clothing, at will.

"And you CHOSE to look like THIS?!?"  I asked, once my mouth was
finished servicing... her.  I was trying not to think: So, this is the SECOND
man you've gone down on...

'Betty' smiled at me.  "Steve knew what I was, what I dreamed about.  Lisa
knew I was bisexual, and they could 'read' what kind of fantasies I had. 
When he offered me a job here as his maid, it was a win-win situation for
both of us!"

She was playing with my tits again, and I could feel the sensations mounting
between my legs.  "And so you change into this shape all on your own? 
Your decision?"

She smiled.  "Well, Steve IS the boss.  One time he decided I was getting just
a bit too sassy.  I had to stay a girl for the whole week.  Other than that..."
She smiled at me ever so sweetly, and changed.

She grew, swiftly, to a man six and a half feet, at least.  He pulled himself
over me, and I could feel a very large, stiffening cock getting even LARGER
against my slick little slit.  He pinched me playfully on my right nipple, equal
pleasure and pain, and said "Being a girl is fun, yes.  What we're about to do
is fun, too."

I gasped, but his iron-strong arms kept me firmly in place on the bed.  "Bett-
Bert!!  Bert, I- I"

He smiled, but it wasn't a friendly type.  More of a hungry smile.  I
swallowed, and started again.  "Is it all right if I call you 'Bert?' "

He chuckled, and started fingering my nipple in a way that made me moan
out loud.  "Sure, no problem.  We're all friends in this bed, aren't we,
Jiggles?"  I could feel my nipples crinkling under his strong, amazingly-
skilled finger, as he reached down and roughly pulled my legs wide apart.

He took a firm grip on my nipple, and started swinging it back and forth,
watching the way my tit rolled.  I let out another small moan, and said "What-
what about Lisa?  Are you two friends?"

"Lisa?  Sure, she's good people!  She's out with her boyfriend right now,
but yeah, we're friends."

"Listen, do- do you think there's any chance she might be able to talk to her
dad, maybe talk him into... letting me go?"

"Listen, Jiggles, I don't think you want to ask Lisa to talk to her father about
this.  Not right now," he replied.

"Not now?  Why-"

He cut me off, pulling himself further up over me.  "Because, the G-string
and tassels were HER idea."  Then, he slid his big, WIDE, throbbing meat
into me.

It HURT, as my little cherry was burst by the mammoth torpedo plunging
deep into me.  I could feel the strain around my cunt as his dick- a foot long,
at the very least, plunged deeper, and Deeper, and DEEPER into me.  I had a
wild vision of it being forced up my throat when I came in a cataclysm of
ecstasy, feeling caught up in an avalanche of warm, loving, joyous feeling
exploding between my legs and filling my very soul.

As a man, I was aware of the... time involved, by biological necessity,
between sexual athletic events.  Bert, with his magical shapeshifting ability,
took about a second before he was ready to fuck me again.  And again. 
And...

After about two hours, I realized why there were two beds in the room.  He
took me again, as we were showering off, and then led me back, even
delicately helping me remain upright as my boobs kept lunging in their own
directions, sloshing around with their own momentum.

We fell asleep in the other bed, him holding me- okay, he was fondling me,
but he was my only friend in this insane mess, and, damn it, he WAS good, I
remember thinking, as I slid into a gentler, but still awe-inspiring, orgasm...

"Wake up, Jiggles!"

I felt funny, but not surprised.  That was one HELL of a weird dream last
night, with being changed into a woman, and-

My eyes snapped open, my body motionless, in response to an ancient
danger-avoidance instinct- almost motionless, my boobs kept gently
swinging, swaying...

Bert was sitting on the side of the bed, in a rather tight pair of jeans.  I
resolved NOT to be interested in the manly, exquisite bulge under his zipper. 
I looked into his eyes.  "It- it's all real?  Last night, I was really- really
changed-"  I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Bert smiled at me, gently cupping one nipple.  Then he slid his other finger
into my pussy.

I bolted up, defeated by my massive mountains, and slid back down.  Bert
helped me sit up.

Suddenly, I felt my tits shrink!!  I smiled in genuine joy as I looked down, to
see them growing smaller and-

They stopped, suddenly, and I realized that I was now just as busty as Betty
had been, in other words, extremely.

Bert confirmed my fears, pointing to the open closet, where I could see a
black maid's uniform hanging.  "Steve wants waffles, sausage and English
muffins for breakfast," he said as he pulled on his shirt.  "In your position,
making him wait would be a bad idea."

I took a deep breath, and tried to think of any possible alternative.  I could
run away, in a body that would make me any man's toy, or...

The black fishnet hose weren't uncomfortable, though I was still sensitive
about where it rode up on me.  The skirt was a brief sash of satin- no way to
make it street-legal even if I was going to run for it.  The bra looked huge in
my hands, but after three unsuccessful attempts to clasp it shut behind me, I
finally pulled it around, clasped it and pulled it around again.  Once I wrestled
my jumbo jugs into them, the cups that had seemed so big were definitely
overflowing, leaving over half of my now-erect nipples exposed.

The top to my maid's outfit didn't cover them, either, just added a lining of
lace to disguise where my bra left off and my blouse began.  I looked at
myself in the mirror, remembering how I'd fantasize about a horny, willing,
beautiful young slut with boobs the size of basketballs.  You could drop a
basketball down the cleavage I was showing off, and it would have looked
quite small compared to the rack I swung around in front of me.

The high heels were a problem, but I had a nice long hall to practice walking
down in.  I was mildly surprised at how fast I got the hang of it, then
remembered why I shouldn't be.

I was just wondering why a wizard like Rosen would even need someone to
cook his food when I smelled it-- sausage.  I rounded the corner to find a
long dining table.  At the head were Rosen and Bert, as well as Lisa.  Rosen
looked at me coldly.  "Did you think we had ALL morning, cunt?"

"I was TRYING to get dressed- it didn't- I didn't" Suddenly I felt my mouth
clamp shut, and I marched over to the corner.  And stood there, facing the
wall, as they ate behind me.  Rosen asked Bert how I was last night.

"No complaints, Steve.  She was one fine lady."  I felt cold inside, but
nothing suddenly changed, and the conversation moved on to other things. 
Finally I could hear them moving, and I could turn around. 

"Clear off the table, and then you can eat before washing the dishes."

I remembered to smile and bear it, and just get through whatever hell he
planned to dump on me.  "Okay, Steve.  Any-"

I felt a long, thick dildo materialize in my mouth, with straps that fixed it
tightly into place.  "WHAT makes you think you can address me like
THAT?!?!?!?"  It was the first time I'd heard Rosen raise his voice, and I was
terrified.  He glared at me, and continued.

"Bert is a friend of mine.  When his... duties are done, he's free enough to
socialize with me."  I nodded my agreement vigorously.  "Since you seem
unable to refer to me as 'Mr. Rosen,' maybe it'll be simpler if you call me
Master."

I felt faint, but nodded in agreement anyway.  Whatever he wanted, I'd do,
as I'd learned the previous night.  He looked at me another moment, and said 
"Grab your ankles."

I was instantly nude, except for the dildo in my mouth.  As I reached down,
gently guiding my tits between my legs, I saw him take off his belt.

The first lash was a fire across my fanny, and I would have screamed if my
mouth hadn't been full.  The next one was just above my knees, and it took
all my strength not to fall.  He alternated for a full fifty strokes, striping my
legs down to my knees and leaving my rear two mounds seared with burning
hot pain.

I got up and scraped their scraps into one plate and carried it into the kitchen,
where I then scraped them into a dog dish.  Then, with Rosen and Lisa
watching, I got down on my hands and knees and the dildo disappeared as
rapidly as it had appeared.  I ate my breakfast from the dish, my cherry-red
butt bobbing in the air.

After that, my maid's costume re-appeared on me as I got up.  So did the
dildo, and I spent my Saturday  washing the dishes, and vacuuming the
floors, and cleaning up the five bathrooms in the house.  I was putting the
second load of laundry in- including the sheets Bert had caked taking me last
night- when the dildo vanished, and I saw Lisa standing in the doorway,
looking at me.

Lisa Rosen just stood there looking at me.  She could have taught a cat who'd
eaten the canary how to smile.  I imagine it must have been a very amusing
scene for her.

Yesterday at this time I was Mark Banyon, stockbroker, and Lisa's boss.  I
was the undisputed King in my brokerage, and Lisa was a new intern I had
tried to manipulate into my bed.  I had hinted that her career was going to turn
on how our relationship went, and had simply told her that I was going to see
her the previous evening, despite any plans she might have already made.

I was currently a blonde girl, with boobs the size of prize watermelons
spilling over the skimpy top of my French maid's outfit.  Her father had
altered me, played with me, and generally used me as a slut.  From the look
in Lisa's eyes, she seemed to wholeheartedly approve.  On the other hand,
I'd had a dildo strapped into place in my mouth all morning, and it had
vanished the moment she'd come in, so I figured she must have magical
powers like her father.  That might be a good thing, or it might be trouble-
though, I really couldn't see how I could possibly be in any more trouble
than I was.

"The skirt suits you, Jiggles," she said.  Oh, great.  Now they'd all heard that
nickname Bert/Betty had stuck on me.

"No," she said, "Dad hasn't heard it yet.  But don't worry," she continued,
giving my left tit a friendly pat-pat, "He will."

"Lisa, please, PLEASE-" I got out before I felt- something- in my throat.

"I am an absolute worthless, craven worm," I found myself saying.  "I had
ABSOLUTELY no right to address you so commonly, Mistress, and I most
certainly deserve any punishment you please to inflict on me for it.  I am a
toad, I am a slave, I am vermin.  I have always been a devoted cocksucker,
and I'm glad this body gives me SO many opportunities to have a big, hard
dick spurting in my mouth.  I certainly hope you weren't planning to change
me back into a man anytime soon.  In fact, there's absolutely no reason I
should ever be a man again."

She was laughing out loud by then, and I was finally able to shut up.  "You
did a good job on the dishes, Jiggles.  Now, put some hot dogs on to boil,
we're going to the beach."

"Yes, Mistress," was the only safe thing I could think to say.  Her eyes
gleamed as I dutifully went to the stove and started a pot boiling.  She listed
everything she wanted packed, and said to have it ready in half an hour.  It
occurred to me, with the powers she and her father had, why they had people
doing maid work for them, why-

"Because," she cut off my train of thought, giving me a chill distinct from the
draft up my teeny tiny microskirt.  "Because we want to, because,
sometimes, with people like you," she said, pronouncing 'you' like you
would 'shit,' "It's just plain fun."

She smiled so prettily, flashing her even white teeth, and laughed.  "I'm
going to have a LOT of fun with you."

I got down on my knees, carefully so I didn't fall as my boobs swung around
and about.  "Mistress, please, I humbly beg permission to apolo-"

The dildo suddenly reappeared in my mouth, strapped in tight.  "You've
finished talking," she explained.  "Now cook, Marcia."

As I peeled the wrapper off the hot dogs, she slid up behind me.  "You
wanted to have fun with me, right?"  All I could do was nod.  She reached
over and flicked the exposed tip of my nipple to get my attention.   "So, you
have absolutely no objection to us having some fun, now, do you?" 

I shook my head, desperate to agree, to not displease her.  She smiled, and
the dildo grew a little longer and a lot thicker.  I almost couldn't breathe, but I
figured they wouldn't want to kill me.  That would interfere with their fun
and games.

By the time the hot dogs were ready, Bert- actually, Betty, had come in in a
tiny little scrap of bikini and told me how everyone liked their hot dogs.  I
still couldn't figure out why Bert, Lisa's father had given the power to
change his shape at will would actually LIKE being female, much less being
ordered around as a maid.  It still gave me the willies, having to sit down and
have the piss pour out my cunt.

"Listen, Marcia," he said as I slathered some mustard on a row of buns. 
"The thing is, Lisa'd invited me and a boyfriend of mine along to the beach. 
He called to beg out of it, so..."  I could see where she was going, and I
didn't like it.  My fears were confirmed when he suddenly changed,
becoming the 6'6" giant who'd screwed me into comatose ecstasy last night. 
My eyes dropped of their own volition to the incredible bulge under his
speedos.

"I could tell Lisa that you're my date, and you could come with us."  He must
have seen the panicked look in my eyes.  "The alternative, you stay here
while Steve has some friends to come over.  You'd no doubt be... supplying
the entertainment.  The thing is, you can be a sex toy for a couple of dozen
men, or for me.  So?"

It was a no-brainer, but I wasn't able to talk with my mouth full.  I needed
some way to tell him... I just stepped forward and hugged him, feeling a
sharp poke in my stomach as his massive manhood started to arouse itself.  It
was kind of impressive, how with one quick hug he was able to fondle both
my tits and my ass.

As I turned back to the picnic makin's, I realized more than ever that Bert
would be my only way out of here.  They liked him, definitely, and as much
fun as Bert had enjoyed at my expense, he WAS the only one involved who
didn't outright despise me.  There was a chance to actually make a friend of
him, I thought, as he goosed me.

Mr. Rosen- I was allowed to call him 'Master-' just shrugged when Bert said
he wanted to take me as his beach date.  Rosen waved his hand absent-
mindedly in my direction, and my maid's outfit was gone, replaced by a
VERY skimpy, electric pink bikini.  Bert grinned, and thanked Rosen. 

Rosen returned the smile and said "Hey Bert, do you know the best way to
make a bikini sexier?"

Bert grinned.  "Why, yes, Steve, I seem to remember that."  He turned to
me, grinning, and said "You make the top bigger and the bikini smaller."

I was vaguely aware that the front panel of my bottom was shrinking in on
itself, and that the back was just barely wide enough now to divide my
cheeks.  The show in front had my attention.

My boobs surged out, and the inadequate triangles that had covered it seemed
to separate from their strings right before my eyes.  Instead of falling off,
though, they just formed a ring about a foot into each vast expanse of tit.  The
panels supposedly covering me were getting even smaller, and were held on
by strings attached to the ring farther up each boob.

As I made my way back to the kitchen, trying to keep upright against the load
I had hanging from my chest, I passed a mirror.  An insanely busty blonde,
blue eyes, blonde hair in a microscopic bikini.  The two pigtails tied in my
hair were even tied with pink ribbons, just too cute over my vast chest.  A
perfect fuckdoll. 

What little material was left for my bikini top was rather thin, and the nipples
underneath stood out distinctly.  My nipples were now about eight inches
wide, and were covered, but not by much.  I also noticed that the welts on the
back of my legs from the vicious spanking I'd received earlier were gone. 
I'd noticed that such things were healing unnaturally fast- no doubt so that a
number of spankings could be 'enjoyed' each day.

Bert had already taken the picnic basket out to the car.  Lisa was there in a
bikini that would normally be rather daring- but, compared to mine, she was
the very picture of modesty.  So was the man she'd gone out with the
previous night, in a bright red swimsuit.  "Marcia, this is Ken McCoy.  Suck
his dick."  She said curtly, and the dildo was gone.  Ken, for his part,
seemed rather casual about an astoundingly busty blonde in a tiny scrap of
bikini obediently dropping to her knees and sucking on his rod.  In barely a
minute he was spurting cum down my throat.

After swallowing his wad, I couldn't get back up, and found my tongue
automatically flicking out to clean Ken up.  I wasn't surprised to see he had
twelve inches in him, too- Lisa's doing, no doubt.

As I stood up, Lisa said "Happy early birthday, Bert!" and again my bikini
shrank.  The bottom was virtually a G-string, with only a token one-inch
triangle before the string flossed my ass to reach the tiny little strip that barely
covered my cunt, though not the downy blonde hair around it.  At least my
nipples didn't grow as my tits ballooned again, but the panels that had
covered them shrank again, leaving second 'holding rings' way down my
boobs, that then held the strings that 'covered' me- but where the triangles
had been just covering my nipples, now they almost fit entirely INSIDE those
rosy circles.

Lisa's car was a four-door Chevy, and as Bert and I climbed into the back
seat he whispered "Watch your nips" at me.  I realized my rack was jutting so
far forward I was in danger of closing the door on a rather tender portion of
myself.

The drive wasn't too bad- my gigantic tits were incapable of being still in any
case, and I suspect Lisa was deliberately aiming for bumps and potholes. 
Once we got out on the fairly smooth highway, Lisa 'suggested' that since I
was Bert's date for the afternoon, he should get a blow job as well as Ken. 
Bert was kind enough to slide off his swimsuit and I slurped as much of his
twelve inches into my mouth as I could.  I'd just started sliding my tongue
around his shaft when he came in a long, drawn-out stream.  I must have
swallowed half a pint.  After he came in my mouth another seven times he
seemed satisfied.  He even gave me a napkin to wipe the cum off my face,
and I carefully licked him clean.

Everything was going well until the conversation got around to movies.  I
hadn't said much on the trip- and then, only to Bert- when Ken said
something about Bruce Willis only being known anymore as the husband of a
movie star.  Without thinking, I replied that he still had a few movies left in
him.

Ken craned his neck around to frown at me.  "Who the hell asked you?" he
snarled, with genuine annoyance.

"Yeah," Lisa agreed, and the inevitable dildo was strapped back in place. 
Bert just smiled and gave me a friendly fondle on my right tit.

Lisa drove to Maycress Beach, a place I'd been to often enough- often, with a
new young intern on my arm eager to make a good impression on the boss-
or even his mattress.  It was a nice place for a party, but not the type of place
people strolled around on with dildos stuck in their mouths.  Lisa drove along
until the crowd thinned out just a bit, and the pulled into an open space
between an RV and an old blue van.  She stopped the motor, and almost
everyone got out.

"Oh, yeah," she chuckled as she saw me cowering in my seat, a desperately
pleading look in my eyes.  "We're not going to make you parade around like
that," she said as the dildo vanished.  I smiled and said through sore jaws
"Thank you most kindly, noble Mistress."  I decided it would be
counterproductive to complain about how illegal my bikini was.

Bert and Ken were laughing so hard I almost didn't hear her say "yet."

I was easily the bustiest girl on the beach, maybe the world, and was in the
tiniest, skimpiest excuse for a bikini.  I could feel the eye tracks all over me
as we carried the basket and blankets down the shallow hill and spread them
out just above the high tide line.  "Shake it, "Whoa momma," and
"Cowabunga" were the battle cries as every guy for  a hundred yards just
happened to stop by to watch me setting out the picnic.

The guys were standing eight to ten deep around us as everyone started
eating, though after the wiener Bert had given me on the way out, I was still
full.  I decided to try to ignore the roar of the crowd and eat when Ken
suggested to Lisa that I could "distract" the crowd.

Lisa smiled, and I found myself getting up a lot faster than I ever could have
under my own power.  I smiled at the ring of boys standing around our
blanket, clasped my hands coyly behind me, and gave my shoulders a sudden
shake, setting my boobs swinging this way and that.

A wave of applause, whistles and rather crude yells blasted out.  I think they
heard it in England.  I started sashaying away, towards the snack shack way
off by the road entrance.  I was walking a LOT steadier than I could have
managed even under a lesser load, and the entourage I'd picked up was
swelling dramatically by the time I'd reached the shack.

I strode up to the one customer there, a pudgy man in his thirties.  "Hi there,
sugah," I drawled in a syrupy sweet, little-girl voice.  I stepped up, catching
him in my enormous cleavage, and gently rubbed my boobs against him as I
stroked his arm and fluttered my eyelashes at him.  "Could you possibly get
lil' ol' me a popsicle?"

"Wh-wh-wh-what flavor?" he stammered, faced with more tit than he'd ever
touched before in his life.

Armed with my cherry popsicle, I tongued it and sucked it and made a real
spectacle of it, and the crowd loved it!  I was walking up on the ridge above
where everyone was parked, and I finally stopped in back of Lisa's car,
along with about five hundred fans.

That's when the guy in the black speedo turned up his boom box.  I was (in
my old, male life) old enough to loathe modern music, but I found myself
swinging and twisting and dancing, somehow keeping in rhythm with the
wild surges and rollings of my boobs.

After a few minutes, a fresh, excited cry went up from the crowd: One of the
strings holding the panel over my right nipple had given way!!

Now over the music I could hear, along with the continual "Take it off" and
"Show us the rest" shouts like (as another string went) "Here they come!!"
and (Another string, as well as one from my left side) "Weapons free!!"
(Two more strings) "Cap'n!  She canna' take no more!  She's gonna blow!!"
and then as I swung around my right boob burst through, pushing my nipple
out past the insignificant piece of cloth.

I was mortified and embarrassed to my core, and I laughed liltingly, smiled to
the guys and pulled the string behind my back.  My top came off, and I flung
it into the appreciative crowd, sparking a small riot.  When I danced my way
out of my little bottom, I handed it directly to the driver of the blue van.  "I
don't want to get sunburned," I said.  "Is it all right if I lie down in your
van?"

He was more than agreeable, and I turned to the small army and yelled
"GANG BANG IN THE VAN!!!"

They literally picked me up on their shoulders and carried me- face down,
everyone wanted a chance to grab my tits.  I was thrown onto the mattress in
the back of the van, and three guys climbed in and slipped out of their trunks.

The first one straddled me and plunged his little six-inch (I tried not to let him
realize I was laughing AT him) tool into my sopping wet pussy.  The second
guy climbed on my face, and while I'd become used to much bigger rods in
my mouth, he made up for it by using his weight to drive it in.

The third guy straddled me just in front of the first, and buried his dick
between my mountainous tits.  The man in my mouth finished first, and
while he got back into his swimsuit and I swallowed his cum, another guy
came in.  He doffed his trunks and rammed his cock in my mouth just as the
guy on my tits spurted on me, and as he got up another one came in...

It went on for an hour, and then two.  A neighbor of mine's son fucked me
good (and came back again later to use my mouth) and I even recognized one
of my interns, Larry Croft, as he slid his dick into my mouth.  Before
coming, he pulled out at the last second, squirting jism all over my face.  He
certainly wasn't the first- by then, I was covered, and my hair matted down. 
I smiled sweetly at him and said "Thanks, stud.  That was wonderful.  I'm
really glad you ca-" the rest being cut off by a dick whipping into my mouth.

The sun was down by the time I climbed out of that van.  Lisa must  have
"arranged" it so I could keep swallowing, but I still felt sick.  All that cock,
sticking in me and coming on me... and I'd just giggled and begged for
more.

Lisa met me as I walked back to the blanket, naked except for the sperm
crusting all over me.  "Well?" she asked.  I was more than a little unsteady,
the grace I'd used to capture the hearts and dicks of half a thousand men
gone.

"Mistress, this afternoon I was screwed by 218 men."  I was amazed by my
ability to remember the exact count- then I remembered who I was talking to. 
"I also had the joy of sucking 233 dicks, 235 including Mr. McCoy and Mr.
Carter.  And," I continued, "I was able to tit-fuck 189 men."

She smiled, thoughtfully.  "A good start... maybe next time you can improve
your record."

"Mistress, I-" I started before catching myself.

"Ye-e-e-es?" she replied coldly.  I thought desperately of something I could
say to fill that awful gap.  She looked at me for a long moment, and then
drew back her head and laughed.

Finally she stopped and said "You know... it would be fitting.  Have you
here every day, fucking and sucking every man in sight.  Should I?"

"Should I?" she repeated.  "Make you the beach slut every day for the next
thirty of forty years?"

I waited, but didn't feel the anticipated stream of humiliating words from my
mouth.  After a moment, I said "Mistress, it's not for me to decide. 
Whatever you wish me to do, Mistress, the that's what I'll do."

She leaned closer and hissed "You'd just BETTER remember that, Jiggles!" 
Pointing at the surf, she said "Now go wash up."

I actually dozed off on the ride home.  When we got to the Rosen mansion,
Ken obligingly woke me up by dragging me out of the car by my left nipple.

There was a new maid, a black woman, with the trademark French maid
outfit and DDDD jugs, who informed us that the Master was busy, and not to
be disturbed.  After showering to get the salt off, I clumsily climbed into bed
with Bert.  He was feeling amorous, and his hands were already busy even
as I swung my feet up on the bed.  It was funny, but even after being guest
of honor at the gang-bang on the beach, it still bothered me having to sit and
pee like the girl I was now.

"Bert, honey?" I asked, trying to be as friendly as I could to the one possible
ally I might have.

"What is it, Jiggles?"

"You really like- you really like being a woman?  Here?"

He smiled, and tweaked my nipple, making me gasp with the pleasure racing
through me.  "Sure, Jiggles.  Want me to change and sit on your sweet little
face?"

"Aren't you afraid that after today, my tongue could make you pregnant?" He
laughed out loud at that, then turned and stuck his 12 inches of manhood
deep inside me.

After a couple of hours of Bert pumping sperm up me, , we showered again,
and got back into the dry bed.  He continued telling me why he was here.

"I'd just always fantasized about being a woman, when no one was home I'd
wear my mom's and older sister's undies... I just felt so... pretty.  I was
attracted to women, sure, but I also fantasized about being one, for the 'right'
guy."

I assured him I wasn't so old I didn't understand bisexuality- hey, I've seen
the porn vids, including adds for films that would have turned my stomach...
and which Bert probably would have enjoyed.

Suddenly he turned and said, "The thing is, I don't think you understand
how lucky you are"

"LUCKY?!?" I burst out, before grabbing control of myself.  I must, I
MUST be nice to this pansy who'd trade his manhood for a chance to play
whore.  "What do you mean, lucky?"

He lay back on the bed.  "Remember when you vacuumed upstairs, in
Steve's bedroom, this morning?  The cabinet with the women?"

There had been a glass-faced cabinet in the Master's bedroom, all right. 
Shelves and shelves of little statues of nude women, all perfectly de-

I gasped.  "Those aren't statues, they- they're..."  I couldn't say it.

"Steve's very own private harem," Bert said.  "Every now and then, he or
Lisa catch a man in the act of attacking someone.  Of course," he continued,
as the thought hit me like a ton of bricks, "Steve's been 'collecting' his harem
for some time now."

Some time... I remembered Steve was older, MUCH older than he looked. 
"How- when-" I sputtered.

Bert hugged me, reaching around to give my boob a reassuring pat.  His
hand liked it there, and stayed.  "In 1779, an assassin tried to kill a friend of
Steve's.  Steve turned him into a girl and gave her to his friend.  After his
friend died- of natural causes- Steve took her to start his... collection."

We drifted off to sleep then, though Bert was snoring long before I could get
any sleep.  I was afraid I'd wake up weeks or months later, brought back to
life size to entertain the Master's friends.  That started me off on the path of
wondering whether he Master, the more powerful, was a greater danger than
his daughter, who had taken my advances towards her very personally.

And Bert... Betty... whoever, he seemed to like it here.  He enjoyed these
kind of sex games, for whatever perverted reason... and was still my best
chance out of here, I remembered, and smiled up at him as his fingers played
lightly with my nipple.

Sunday morning.  I woke up in Bert's fondling embrace.  Tomorrow, I
realized, I had to go to my brokerage, and NOT to dance a striptease for the
guys.  I needed a way to talk to my all-powerful captors about it without
having a dildo appear in my mouth.  I was trying to figure this one out when
Bert playfully squeezed my boob and said "Good morning, Marcia."

My boobs were smaller now, though certainly larger than what I'd woken up
with the previous morning.  Suddenly it hit me.

"Bert, honey, I really need a big favor!"

"Sorry, but they'd be able to find you anywhere- even if you hitched a ride
on the space shuttle."

"No, I realize that."  I smiled, putting all my charm into it.  "I really need to
talk to the Master or Mistress."  He smiled at the way I had to refer to them,
even in private, and I continued "The brokerage, the business, it's not going
to run itself, and when I don't show up, people are going to start wondering-
if they're not already looking for me."

He nodded sleepily, and said "Oh, okay, yeah, I'll talk to Steve about it."  He
rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stood up, smiling at me.  "Hey Marcia,
how about a blowjob?"

I let a moments revulsion cross my face before getting a grip on myself, but-

"Oh, you don't want to suck me off this morning?"  He demanded.  "Are you
thinking that a rich stockbroker like yourself is just too good to go down on
me?  The thing is, you certainly didn't seem NEARLY as picky yesterday!!"

He glared at me, while I shrank back, furious at the way I'd blown my
chance.  Finally he smiled.

"Hey, I'm just kidding," he said, pulling me up to sit on the edge of the bed. 
He kneeled down to look into my eyes and said "Just teasing, you know that,
honey.  After all, you're my favorite girl."

I managed a weak smile, and then he stood up again, waving his hard thick
foot of dick in my face.  "So, how's about it, Jiggles?"  I opened my mouth,
and started tonguing him gently.

After licking him clean, he selected his clothes from the variety in his closet. 
Mine were set out on the table by the dresser:  High heels, skintight pink
bicycle shorts and a very brief T-shirt halter.  I would have been embarrassed
by the amount of tit rolling and swaying out from under my little top, but I
was hoping it would distract attention from the lettering on the shirt: 
"OLYMPIC COCKSUCKING TEAM."

Everyone else was at breakfast, but I was full already from the half dozen
wads Bert had shot down my throat.  I was passing by the study when a man
came out and spun me around.  After catching myself against the wall so my
swaying tits didn't topple me, I looked up and saw-

Brian Dell, one of the interns that came in he new batch.  He leered at me,
and for once I was SO glad he couldn't recognize-

"Well hey, MISS Banyon.  Lisa told me, but I just HAD to see for myself!"

I blushed furiously.  He was the coffee boy, the office gopher, and now-

"Hey, look, MARCIA, you have no reason to be embarrassed," he said,
chuckling as I turned even deeper red, watching as he read the letters on my
halter.  "You look just fine," he said, laughing as he pulled my top up,
exposing my full, bouncing boobs.  "Just fine, Jiggles, he said.

This was not good.  Brian, the coffee boy from my office, was grinning so
wide it looked like the top of his head might come off.  Of course, from his
perspective, seeing his middle-aged boss changed into a blonde cutie with
gigantic tits must have been a blast.  He was certainly having fun playing
with my tits.

Lisa came out from the room and said "I'm going to get Bert, he said you
needed to talk to me?"  From the tone of her voice it sounded like she'd rather
get a root canal.

All I could do was nod and say "Y-yes, Mistress," which sparked another
round of laughter from Brian, both from the way I had to address Lisa and
the very high-pitched, girly voice I had.

" 'Yes, Mistress,' " he mimicked.  He took a firm hold of my left nipple and
jerked up on it, watching as my boobs swung all over the place.

"You two, wait in there," she said.  I went in, followed closely by Brian.  I
heard his snickering as I pulled my top back down- it certainly couldn't cover
my monster rack, but it did come down enough to cover my nipples.  Before
I could reach a chair to sit in, he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me.

"Hey, wait, MARCIA," laughing about using the feminized version of my
name.  "The way you're dressed, I'd have thought you'd be... friendlier."

He laughed as I blushed again.  I was standing here in high heels and pink
skintight spandex shorts, and halter that exposed generous crescents of my
tits under the words "OLYMPIC COCKSUCKING TEAM."  Behind Brian,
I saw Lisa smiling in the doorway.  She crossed her hands and blinked her
eyes at me, like Barbara Eden in the "I Dream of Jeannie" series, before
walking away.

And so I wasn't surprised- humiliated as hell, but not surprised- when I
found myself walking up to Brian close enough to brush him with my tits.

"Why, Mr. Dell, sir," I said, smiling at him, "You certainly don't have
ANYTHING to worry about on that score, a fine, handsome man like you."

He was smiling right back as I hefted my boobs, each one quite an armful.  It
highlighted the demeaning words on it.  "You read this," I said, and licked
my lips suggestively.

"Oh, yeah, Jiggles, I read it."

I dropped my boobs, and as he watched I said, "Well, then," and flipped it
back up, letting my tits flop around uncovered.  "Peek-a-boo," I cooed,
giggling.  "Well, how about letting the captain of the cocksucking team get
some practice in?"

He was quite eager to unzip his pants, and I fell to my knees and started in on
him.  He only had the usual six inches... maybe Lisa hadn't 'worked' on him
yet.  As I licked his hot hard manhood he said "Wow, it's just so much fun
when the boss gives me a tongue-lashing!" before spurting his jism into my
mouth.

Lisa came in while I was licking him clean, and said "Boy, Jiggles, you just
never get tired of the taste of dick, do you?"  They both enjoyed a good laugh
over that.  I was only able to stop licking long enough to say "Yes,
Mistress."

We sat down around a small coffee table.  My  arms wouldn't move to pull
my halter back down.  Lisa turned to me and said "Well, Bert says you
wanted to talk business."

"Yes, Mistress."  This was my one and most likely only chance, so I'd have
to make it good.

"I realize you're punishing me for my crimes against you, Mistress, but there
are a LOT of people who depend on my business.  NOT just the employees-
ow!" I'd been trying to ignore Brian playing with my right tit, but just as I
said "employees" he yanked on my nipple.  "But other people," I continued,
"People who rely on the money from the brokerage."

"I need to be able to go in Monday morning and take care of the day-to-day
duties, Mistress.  Otherwise people you don't wish to hurt will be punished." 
She nodded, and I felt genuinely happy for the first time all weekend!  I'd
made it!

"So, tomorrow morning, you'll be a man again and can go back to your
work, and your life," she said.  Then she continued, with iron in her voice,
"If you EVER try to pressure a girl who works for you into bed, you won't
find me as nice and gentle as I was this weekend."

"Oh, yes, of course, Mistress," I was babbling, "I would certainly never
EVER do anything like that again.  You have my absolute word of honor on
THAT!!  I would-" the words cut off as the usual dildo appeared, strapped
into my mouth.

After Brian's laughter finally died down, Lisa said "Well, now, the question
is, what should we do today?"

Brian spoke up.  "Well, since Jiggles here," he said, tossing my tit up to
watch it bounce around, "is supposed to be teaching us interns about
money... maybe we should see just how much money we can make off of a
girl like this," and sent my boobs on another jiggling spree.

They discussed various places known for local prostitutes while I looked on,
gagged with a dildo while Brian played with my chest.  The high-class places
paid a lot more, but as a streetwalker I'd be more exposed AND get a lot
more dicks into me.  That settled it.  I was marched out to the car.  They
drove me out to the Exit 33 truck stop, and at last the dildo vanished.  I found
myself getting out of the car and watching them drive away.

I was decked out in my heels, wearing black fishnet stockings held up by a
lacy black garter belt.  My microskirt was short enough to show that my
thong panties were see-through.  My top was a very brief red tube top,
stretched out in front into a very wide, and revealing, mesh.  A small black
purse slung over one shoulder held some rather garishly colored makeup.  A
pair of dangling heart-shaped earrings on my newly-pierced ears completes
my outfit. 

As I got out, I could see my face in the mirror, and my make-up was a little
heavier than what you'd call "slutty."  I just had time to feel uncomfortable in
the cool morning air when I heard a man yell "Hey, baby!!"

I turned to look as it hit me- a deep, grinding, horrible NEED for get a dick in
my mouth- to feel it throb and slide in and out while I tongued it.  I was
unable to think about anything else except my blind need to suck on a man's-
ANY man's- cock, as I strutted quite gracefully, poetry in wild, rolling
motion, towards the man getting out of his 18-wheeler.

"Well, hel-LO, Tiger," I purred at him, desperate with my need.  He looked
at me, liking what he saw very, very much.

"Hello baby.  So," he said, looking around carefully, "So, look, you want
to... do a little business or what?"

I stepped up and stroked his arm coquettishly.  "You look like a man who
needs some lipstick on his dipstick," I said, trying to suppress the aching
need I felt.  "It's only twenty dollars, sugar."

He hurriedly passed the bill to me and climbed up into his cab.  I followed
right behind, jerking his zipper down before he even closed the door.  I
pulled his underpants open and his stiffening rod flew out.  He needed a
bath, and had been sitting and sweating all night, and I greedily slurped it in,
rubbing hot pink lipstick into his pubic hair.

I simply LOVED feeling him thrusting his dick deeper into my mouth, as my
tongue flicked over the tip before curling around the head.  I was at least able
to think while I had his dick in my mouth, and realized that this was
something Lisa'd done as part of her games- but the IMPORTANT thing was
the lovely, delicious cock I sucked on as my tongue slid down each side of it,
until suddenly my mouth filled with his salty wad.

I swallowed it all, moaning with pleasure, and licked his cock perfectly clean,
before getting out.  No sooner had my feet hot the ground before I became
aware of the need for more jism.  I reached into my purse and quickly
smeared some more lipstick on my hungry lips.  I could already feel the all-
consuming NEED to get a dick in my mouth as another truck pulled in off the
Interstate.  My boobs easily escaped my minuscule little tube top as I ran to
greet him.

THEM, I almost squealed in delight!  They got out to admire the view of my
tits flying free in the sunshine.  "Hey, boys," I said as I reached their truck.  I
tried to pull my tube top back up, but then that set my rack waving again. 
They enjoyed my attempts to hit a moving target.

I looked up at them and giggled girlishly.  "I guess I should put these away,
fellas."

"Oh, don't hurry on our account," the taller and hairier one said.  Finally I
just gave up, my tube top a thin cord running diagonally under my right boob
and over the left.  "Maybe we could help steady your... self, ma'am?"

"Oh, sure," I said, just as the hunger REALLY began to take hold.  "But
first, maybe we could do a little business..."

Shorty went to get their lunches.  By the time he got back I was just
swallowing Harry's sperm.  Shorty seemed fascinated, watching me lick his
partner clean, lovingly and tenderly.  His pants were almost bursting when I
turned to him and said "Get ready for THE sexiest kiss of your entire life!!" 
He undid his pants while I quickly reapplied my lipstick, and then eagerly
wiped it off on him.

Lisa and Brian came for me a few hours after sunset.  My purse was thick
with twenties.  As I got in I obediently handed over $2,840.  It would have
been over three thousand, but the cops who came to investigate got freebies. 
Brian said "I guess you already drank supper, huh, Marcia?"

We went to Lances, a bar that was popular with the college crowd.  Tonight's
wet T-shirt contest finals was one of the reasons why.  I didn't know and
didn't ask how they'd got me into the finals.  Lisa transformed  my hooker
outfit into a tiny pink thong and another T-shirt halter like this morning,
except this one said "CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE."

As I got out I found myself saying "Pardon me, Mistress, but since these
contests are mostly about bust size, it might help if you made me a lot
bigger."

Almost instantly I swelled out, WAY out.  My halter grew into a full T-shirt,
but it was sticking so far out, it still only just covered my nipples, which by
now were a foot across.  I was surprised at how stately I was able to walk in
sic-inch heels.  As I entered, I heard a man yelling for contestants at the side
door.  I turned to look, and one guy was actually knocked down as my boobs
swung around... and around... and around...

Inside the other contestants stared icicles at me.  Several observed that
"there's just NO way those are real," and one asked if I enjoyed being a
walking freak.  All I could say to anyone was "Tee-hee," and giggle.

There was the usual applause and wolf whistles from the crowd, but the place
exploded when I went swinging and swaying out there, totally drowning out
the music.  My rack was on-stage well before I got there, and the security had
to constantly keep drunken frat boys from rushing the stage. 

The MC sprayed me with a super water-gun, wetting down my shirt real
good.  I danced a bit, keeping my boobs in motion and the security guards in
danger as the MC made comments like "I knew a girl who had a poem
tattooed on her jug.  THIS fox could get the Encyclopedia Britannica," and
"When she burned her bra, it took the fire department WEEKS to put it out"
and "I hope you clowns are enjoying the show under the big top!"

Finally I was able to leave, with the ten thousand dollar top prize for Lisa.  It
was 11:30 by then, and I was even looking forward to sleeping with Bert that
night.  I should have known better when they gave me a pair of jeans to put
on over my thong.  With my tits in the way, it only took half an hour to get
them on.

Instead, I was taken to the Club Maynard, a strip club I'd been to a few
times.  I guessed Lisa didn't want to lose her chance to make me a topless
waitress for the night.  Or so I thought until we pulled into the parking lot. 
The marquee read "MARCIA MOUNTAINS BARES ALL" in red neon, and
by the door was a poster of, well, me, in my current body but wearing a
barely-there nightgown.

They let me out in back, and the man at the door shooed me in.  "Almost
showtime, Marcia.  Your fans await!"  I barely had ten minutes to touch up
my make-up and get into costume.

I strutted onto stage in a blare of some modern rock nonsense.  The crowd
applauded and whistled as a gave a few shakes, giving them an idea what
was under the prim white nurse's uniform I was in.  Then I spun, grabbed
the one key string by my shoulder and pulled.  My modest white frock spun
away from me, leaving me in heels and undies. 

Every minute or two I'd dance up to the edge and guys would run up, my
boulders waving in their faces, and stuff bills into the garter up on my left
thigh.  It gave them a great opportunity to cop a feel, and many of them did
just that.  The crowd also loved it each time I reached behind to unhook my
bra.

After the tenth or eleventh hook, the rest gave way under the strain.  I stood
there and waved my amazing rack around counterclockwise, shaking off the
bra.  Underneath I had pasted on red sparkly stars that nowhere near covered
my erect nipples.

As I danced I pulled another string, and my panties were dangling from my
hand.  Underneath I had a skimpy little G-string, which was ironically a little
more modest than the bikini bottom I'd worn yesterday- just a little.

Often during the dance I had to deposit the ever-growing ring of money in my
garter with Brian, my 'manager,' who was waiting in the wings for the cash
and a chance to cop a feel.

After peeling off the pasties and pulling off my G-string, I kept dancing in
my garter and heels.  Finally I was able to get down, and the waitresses
refreshed everyone's forgotten drinks as the Jugg Sisters lined up for their
dance number offstage.

Brian hustled me out stark naked into the car and we were off again.  I was
just closing my eyes when Brian said "Ramada Inn on Main."

"Wh-what's that," I asked, wondering what else they'd cooked up for me
tonight.

Brian enjoyed explaining it to me.  "A rather wealthy businessman
approached me during your dance."  I vaguely remembered a short fat man
talking to him backstage while I was peeling off my last pasty.

"After some negotiation," Brian continued, "We struck a deal.  You're
sleeping with him tonight."

"Tonight?!?  B-but tomorrow-"

"Oh, shut up, bitch!" Lisa yelled.  "Tomorrow you get restored to normal like
I said- IF you're good tonight!  Just keep him busy," she added cryptically.  
I shut up, remembering what was at stake, and she continued.  "After the
raging slut you've been this weekend, ONE more man isn't going to make
any difference," she finished, and they laughed.

At least they fixed me up nice when they let me off at the Ramada.  I was in a
stunning evening gown, hot pink in matching heels, with diamond earrings. 
The gown was slit far enough up to show I wasn't wearing any panties, and
there almost wasn't a top, just two pink strips of material running up the front
and joining behind my neck.  They were almost two feet wide where they
attempted to cup my roomful of bazooms.

What with me and my two jugs, we pretty much occupied the elevator.  That
didn't stop three guys from pushing their way in, and I really doubt that guy
hit the stop button by accident.

I went to the door number Brian had told me to go, and knocked on the door. 
The door opened, and I suddenly felt weak in the knees.  He was shorter than
me, even without the heels, and was overweight, yes, but he was
GORGEOUS!!  I simply fell helplessly in love with him on the spot!

I waited a few moments for him to make eye contact, but of course I couldn't
blame the poor dear for being entranced with my bust.  "Hi, love," I cooed at
him.  "I'm Marcia."

He looked up, and said "H-hi, Marcia.  I'm Steve.  Please, won't you come
in?"

I sashayed through the door, and he just loved the way I moved.  I was just
SO very glad my love enjoyed looking at me like that!  I smiled at him, and
did a little twirl to let him see the treat he had in store tonight.  He laughed,
and hurried to offer me some champagne.  I accepted to be nice, but was
already drunk on my boundless love for him.

We sat on the couch, and while he was talking about how he'd finally
worked up the nerve to see my manager I couldn't resist any longer and I
pulled him into my warm deep cleavage and kissed him, tasting the garlic
sauce he'd had on his pasta for dinner.

His hands were suddenly all over me, and I thrilled to every touch, helping
him get me out of that gown!  He broke off just long enough to fly out of his
clothes.  I ignored the unworthy thought that he had bigger tits than a lot of
girls I'd dated when I was a man- I was the girl here, and I was GLAD to be
a girl, just so I could please my wonderful love.

He took me there on the couch, after a little understandable trouble getting his
dick out from under his belly.  He came quickly and lay there, fondling me as
I stroked his third chin.  After a bit, I felt the slightest twinge from my
darlings stiffening dick.  I decided to help it along, and started to get up.

"Are you leaving already?" he asked.

"Oh, heavens no, dear!  I just thought, you might enjoy a private dance."  I
wiggled my tits in his face for emphasis.

"Oh, yes, certainly, by all means!!!  I'd love that, Marcia!"

I smiled from the sheer joy of pleasing my one and only love.  "My friends
call me 'Jiggles,' " I said as I started dancing around for him.  In no time his
darling four inches were up (and it's not the size, after all, but the wonderful,
darling man it's on) and I dropped to my knees and greedily sucked him in.  I
tongued his up, down and sideways, and pushed and pushed myself deeper
into his crotch until I had his little nutsack in my mouth, too!

Of course, I licked everything clean after he gave me a loving spurt to
swallow.  We went to bed deeply entwined in each other, and I had never
loved anything more than the feel of MY MAN in my arms.

Monday morning, I awoke deeply disgusted with what I'd done the previous
night, but I was starting to get used to it.  I padded into the bathroom while
Fatso was still asleep, sitting down to take a piss- maybe the last one I'd have
to take as a girl, I thought hopefully!

Coming out, I found Betty there, in jeans and a T-shirt, but then, she enjoyed
letting her tits flap around.  Lisa was standing behind him, and suddenly I
was growing, changing- I jumped back into the bathroom, and in the mirror I
saw my old self again!!  I was a MAN again, back even in the clothes I'd
worn to the Rosen's mansion when I was planning to-

I cut that thought off and turned to thank Lisa, but she was already leaving,
snatching up something a few inches long from the now-empty bed.  I went
after her, but Betty took my arm.  "I wouldn't, sugar.  You're not exactly her
favorite person."

We were out in the hall by now, Lisa was going  ahead to the elevator.  I
suddenly grabbed Betty and kissed her from the sheer joy of it.  I was a
MAN again!!

I actually found myself singing along with the radio as I drove to work.  I
didn't remember EVER enjoying a Monday like this before!  I greeted my
secretary with an especially jaunty wave, making her wonder what a wild
weekend I must have had to be so chipper.  If she only knew!

I had a cup of coffee to start the morning with- Brian was gone, thank God,
off to Bermuda after winning thirty thousand dollars on the lottery, or so the
office rumor went.  I had a voice mail, Lisa, saying that she'd found work
elsewhere.  She'd be in at 10:00 to pick up her letter of recommendation. 
And that it had BETTER be good...

I almost growled at that, but no, now was NOT the time to make her angry
again.  I wrote one of the most positive letters of recommendation ever, and
she was in right on the hour to pick it up.

"Just let me say, thank-"

"Shut up.  Or be a tampon.  Your choice," she sneered.  "I said I'd change
you back, and I did.  We're THROUGH."  The anger in her voice was still
frightening to me.  "The next time our paths cross, you WILL NOT get off
anywhere so easily.  Am I making myself absolutely, perfectly clear, worm?"

I watched her storm out, trying not to shake.  I ordered another cup of coffee,
and tried to concentrate on Mr. Sloan's retirement funds.

By lunchtime I was feeling the old pressure I'd almost learned to ignore- no,
I'd put off peeing all weekend because- but, NOW, I was ready to pee like a
man!

I strode back to my private bathroom- it's good to be the boss- and unzipped
my pants, nudged open the flap in my briefs-

And felt a slightly moist slit.  My pussy.  I was changed in outward
appearances, and looked like the man I was... but... but, I was still a girl.  I
was going to have to go to the Rosen's and beg to be made a whole man.

Oh-oh.

I stumbled out of the bathroom in a state of shock.  My dick was still gone!!

I sat down, trying to compose my thoughts.  I'd just gotten used to the
feeling of NOT feeling it, over the weekend, I hadn't noticed until now,
when I needed to use it to-

I was going to have to go back.  Go back, and beg for my manhood... if I
could even get a chance to before Lisa changed me into a dick addict- or
worse.  Her father wasn't going to be much help-

I dialed their number, taking a chance- it was the only one I-

"Hello, Rosen residence," came the sweet, familiar voice on the phone. 
Betty!

All weekend, my only friend had been Bert/Betty, a shapechanging
hermaphrodite who enjoyed their sex games.  I quickly explained my
problem, that the male body they'd returned me to was missing a rather vital
component.

Betty was nice enough to try stifling her laughter, and said she'd speak to
Mr. Rosen on my behalf.  In the background, I could tell he wasn't even
trying to control his laugher, but I listened carefully after it died down.  After
a minute, Betty got back on the line.

"Mark, honey, here's the thing.  Meet me at 118 Oak street at 12:00 SHARP! 
I can get you an appointment to see Mr. Rosen, but it's gonna be on HIS
terms.  Be there sharp."

Betty hung up while I was still thanking her, leaving me with a falling feeling
in my stomach.  I'd thought I was home free, out of there, and now... now I
was going to have to back, to the sorcerer who'd turned me into a girl in the
first place and used me for his pleasure... to his daughter, who'd let literally
hundreds of men use me.  I snapped out of the funk; I had half an hour to get
to the rendezvous with Betty, but there was one thing I had to do first.

I went back into the bathroom, pulled down my pants and briefs, and sat
down to pee.  Hello, I'm Mark Banyon, and I'm a girl.

Before I left the office, I made a quick call to Mavis, my housekeeper.  She'd
been frantic, finding three newspapers in the box and everything.  I told her I
had been out, and might have to be away for a while, vaguely alluding to a
'family emergency' (yeah, right: The Family Jewels had been stolen) and left
the office.  This was turning out to be one royal Monday after all.

Betty's directions took me to a nice residential neighborhood.  I pulled into
the double-driveway indicated, wondering if Betty might have given me the
wrong number.  After a few minutes of steady, quiet panic I almost had the
nerve to go up and ring the doorbell when Betty drove in and parked beside
me.

"Betty!"  I was REALLY glad to see her.  She was a pervert, all right, who
enjoyed turning "himself" into a submissive, buxom blonde, but she... he...
whatever was my only ally in the Rosens' house.  "What are we doing here?" 
I asked as she stepped out.  Even in full-length slacks and a blouse, her
amazing tits made her sexier than any other girl in transparent lingerie would
have been.

"This is my house," she answered.  "I have to sleep over a lot, so I have a
room at Steve's place, but this is my home."

It was a nice one, and Betty explained that Steve paid her extravagantly for
her 'maid' service, and I was too much of a gentleman to ask what all that
'service' entailed.  Oh, okay, I was too much of a lady.

As she shut the front door behind us, she turned to me with a serious look,
and said "You know, Steve wasn't really very eager to see you again."  My
heart suddenly felt very cold.

"But he's in a fairly good mood right now.  That guy you slept with last night
had hurt a few of Steve's friends, and he takes that kind of seriously."  I
vaguely remembered that the short fat bald guy Lisa had made me love so
passionately and uninhibitedly hadn't been there when she and Betty had
arrived- but at the time, I'd thought she had restored me to manhood again. 
The Martians could have invaded without me taking much notice.

"The thing is, once we're there, I'll be back on duty for the rest of the day,
and I won't be able to be much of an advocate for you.  I THINK I was able
to convince him that you'd been promised your manhood back, and that you
should get it... but, I can't guarantee anything."

I took her shoulders, and she smiled and automatically moved into an
embrace.  When she was Betty with the Big Boobs, embracing her was a real
treat... on the other hand, when she was Bert...

"Hey, I'm really, REALLY glad for the help you've given me already- not
just today, but all weekend," I said, and she shared my smile when we
kissed.  Her lithe, pointed tongue darted into my mouth for a minute before
she pulled away and said "Mark, there's one more... thing."

"Steve is... used to getting his own way.  Both of them are, really."  She
took a breath, and continued.  "You'll have to go dressed as a cheerleader."

I wasn't surprised, not after all they'd done to me over the weekend, but
already it wasn't looking good.  I was going to have to make the case for
regaining my manhood dressed like a cheerleader.  That should be REAL
convincing.

"Make-up, properly padded bra, the whole nine yards.  By one o'clock."

"What??  God, Betty, just getting to a costume sh-"

Betty smiled.  "Don't worry, I have a quick trick for reducing my wardrobe
expenses."  As I watched, she began shifting, morphing taller- not into her
usual Bert the 6'6" giant, but into... me.  Me wearing a cheerleader's outfit.

It was quite bizarre, watching 'me' do a curtsy in the little skirt.  "Watch
this," I saw my twin say, and the skirt got a bit shorter- not what any school
board would approve of.  The boobs, which were already more than ample,
swelled bigger than basketballs.

"Bert, what are you trying to do to me?" I asked as I watched myself strip out
of the costume.  I was amazed she could 'create' clothing from her
shapeshifting power, but caught myself before I asked a stupid question
about conservation of mass.  The Rosens had already demonstrated their
well-deserved contempt for the laws of nature.

"I'm trying to make you presentable to Steve.  Now strip," 'I' ordered me. 
"If he's entertained enough by your appearance, then he might not feel like
MAKING you entertain him."

I stripped, seeing as it was the only game in town.  "Did you have to?"  I
asked, holding up the lacy pink panties.

"Sorry, force of habit," Bert said.  I felt oddly comfortable with him looking
like the old Bert I'd known.  The discomfort came with the bra.  Bert clasped
the ten hooks in back, and then I found I needed both hands for the falsies,
big saline balloons that cut my bra straps painfully into my shoulders.  After
pulling up my skirt and pulling on my top, I asked Bert how I looked.  He
kissed me.

I was too shocked to draw back, which gave me time to remember how much
I was depending on him.  He didn't look too hurt that I didn't respond like
when he kissed me as Betty, and helped me paint my face the way Steve
wanted it, thick and slutty.

I'd almost lost my nerve as Bert- now Betty- pulled us into the Rosen's
circular drive in front of their mansion.  Betty was in her ultra-skimpy maid's
uniform as she led me up the steps.  She led me to the study where my torture
had begun Friday night, whispered "Good luck," to me, and sashayed down
towards the kitchen.

I walked in, unsteady in my heels, watching Mr. Rosen silently laughing at
the spectacle.  "So, you'd like to be made a man again, is that it, Marcia?"

I started to speak, but the words coming out of my mouth weren't my idea. 
"Well, Mr. Rosen, sir, truth is, I was never what you'd call a man."  The
high-pitched, little-girl voice I found myself using wasn't a good sign, either.

At least 'Mr. Rosen' was an improvement on 'Master.'  I'd take whatever
good omen I could get after the insanity of this past week-end.

He was watching his home theater TV, and I saw scenes of me... over the
weekend, when they'd made me a blonde with giant tits, made me do...
everyone and anyone.  Scenes of me sucking dick, stripping, sucking dick,
flirting,  sucking dick, dancing for boys.  I watched me in the van I spent
Saturday afternoon in.  I was pleasuring three guys at once, in my cunt,
between my tits and in my mouth.  The man in my mouth pulled out and
spewed his sperm all over my face.  I was already covered in jism, and on the
TV I could see me licking off around my lips and THANKING him until
another cock was plunged into my eager mouth.  "You know," he said,
smirking at the TV, "You really don't look all that... manly."

"Yes sir, you're right.  I sucked more dick that day than most porno queens
get to have in an entire year!"  The girlish giggle he made me have didn't help
much.

He smiled, and I hoped that was a glimmer of pity in his eye.  "Sit down
here, Marcia," indicating the couch beside his plush chair.

I obediently sat, and he said "Something about magic, changes and stuff...
once you get the 'knack,' all kinds of transformations are possible.  And NO,
you're lucky, you HAVEN'T seen what I'm talking about!"

He continued before I could even thank him for his restraint.  "BUT, there's
one thing that- well, I've seen mages five hundred years old who couldn't
turn someone from one sex to another.  Not down there, where it really
matters."

He smiled at that, glancing down at my bulge-free crotch where my panties
showed under my mini-miniskirt.  I tried holding my legs closer together and
he laughed.

"My daughter is extremely powerful for her age.  One day when she was six,
I came home and the baby-sitter was gone- and there was little Lisa, playing
with her brand-new Barbie doll."  He smiled at the memory, proud of his
powerful and capable and dangerous little girl.

"I changed you into a woman, so this," he said, gesturing at me,  "was as far
as Lisa was able to restore you... so far.  However, I really think she's
progressed enough to be able to switch genders.  So I'll just wait and let her
do you," he concluded.

HER???  I felt a chill, and not just from the miniskirt.  Lisa was only looking
for another excuse to... better not cast any aspersions on his daughter- not
even in my mind.  Instead I asked, glad to be able to speak for myself "Mr.
Rosen, sir, isn't Betty able to switch at will- and she isn't really a sorcerer-
ess- whatever..." I trailed off sheepishly.

He replied, grinning at my high, feminine voice, "Yes, that's true.  However,
that's really sort of my magic he's... well, borrowing.  Being able to make
the switch, I was able to give him the power to turn back and forth at will. 
Obviously, someone who couldn't make the change wouldn't be able to make
someone else change themselves at will."  Then he stretched, and stood up. 
"Well, time for a blow job," he said, laughing at the fear in my eyes.

My fear of what he would do if I refused was real enough.  He waved his
fifteen-inch weapon around in my face, and I leaned forward to take it.  Or as
much as I could, it was a strain just to get the head of that enormous dong
into my mouth.

"Oh here, we don't want you to stain your pretty little dress."  My lips were
suddenly stuck tight to his rock-hard rod.  I could only suck on that
monstrous throbbing head filling my mouth.  I ran my tongue around and
around and up and down, desperate to please him.

"Hey, you're very good at this.  Must be all that practice," he snickered as he
came in six or seven big hot wads.  With my lips sealed not a drop escaped,
and could barely gulp it down fast enough.  My cheeks puffed out painfully
under the pressure.  "Maybe we should keep you on regular!" he said,
reveling in the terror he saw in my eyes.

He came again, three times, before Lisa came home.  "Well, back for more,
Marcia?" she snarled.  Suddenly I could FEEL the lacy cups of my bra, and
realized that those weren't falsies hanging from my chest any more.  She
continued, dripping scorn, " Seems like every time I see you, you have a dick
in your mouth."

"Now, now, Lisa.  Marcia's just here to get changed back.  You weren't
quite able to push her past the gender barrier."

Lisa shrugged it off.  "So?  I made her as 'manly' as I could.  Fact is, I'd
rather she stay a woman for the rest of her life," and smiled a sweetly
freezing smile at me, as her father spewed another pint of jism into my mouth
for me to chug.  Lisa smirked, watching my cheeks inflate while I tried to
swallow even faster.

"Now, Lisa," Mr. Rosen said.  "You did tell Marcia that you would turn her
back.  It's only fair to-

"Dad, will you LOOK at that slut you're pumping sperm into?"  I was
instantly stripped to my bra and panties.

"Lisa, Marcia is a guest here, now.  Be nice," he said cajolingly, and blasted
another volley of wads into my mouth.

"Oh, don't worry, Daddy.  I'll be just SO nice to our cocksucking little girl
Jiggles.  After all, it was MY idea to make her able to swallow an unlimited
amount of cum.  Otherwise, after the hundreds of blowjobs she gave this
weekend, she might have gained weight."  My huge tits swelled out on cue,
bulging out of their pink lace holsters and giving my GGG-cup bra that
overstuffed look.

"If you want him to be turned into a man, you do it, Dad," she said as she
stormed out.  Mr. Rosen looked down at me.  "She's always been stubborn
like that," he said, and shot another load of jism into my mouth.  And
another, and...

He finally stopped, and after I swallowed the last of it my lips came unstuck,
and I was able to lick his dick clean before he put it back in his pants. 
"Listen, I have an idea," he said.  "Try telling her to look at it as a challenge,
that changing you into a man would be her last big hurdle in fully developing
her powers."

"Mr. Rosen, sir, maybe you should-"

"No, YOU should.  Part of being a man is being able to stand up to a
woman, even a strong woman.  You've tried asking Betty to intercede for
you, and me... here."  I felt a wave of- something- indescribable pass
through me.  "Now, nothing she can do will kill you, so even at her very
worst, I can reverse it."

The straps on my bra were really digging in under the weight of my tits,
though the bra DID keep help restrain them from the usual gyrations I
remembered.  I decided the digging was just a little bit better, until I started
up the stairs.  I'd reached the top landing before I realized: Mr. Rosen said he
CAN undo whatever mischief his daughter did... not that he would.

Too late now, as she came out of her room and saw me.  "Oh wow, a sexual
predator on my very doorstep!" she said sarcastically, as my hands were
suddenly handcuffed behind my back.  I took another couple of steps,
realizing just how much I'd depended on my arm movements to counteract
the way my boobs bobbled around.

"I would CERTAINLY never do any-"

"Oh, yes, you would!  I SAW in your mind what you would have done with
me- and WOULD have, if Dad and I hadn't had powers you can't
understand- or use," she said contemptuously.  My panties disappeared, and
she gestured at my cunt.  "Or if you had anything to rape WITH, she said. 
"So okay, Daddy wants to treat a rapist shit like you as a guest, fine.  Here,
let me help you get your bra off."  The pain tripled and quadrupled as my tits
surged out and around the failing, ripping cups- the left side blew out, the
freed boob jumping for joy.

Lisa really enjoyed seeing how hard it was for me to stand up under the load. 
I realized the situation was deteriorating fast and decided to try the approach
her father had suggested.

"Mistress, maybe you might want to try-"  The dildo appeared in my mouth,
effectively cutting off my side of the conversation.  It felt just a little softer
than before, but was strapped in just as tight.

"Listen, Jiggles!  Maybe YOU might want to try just walking out of here,
leaving, just as you are," she said, smirking at the picture I made there.  "If
you stay here, it's ONLY going to get worse for you.  MUCH worse than
that," she said.  Then another, much bigger dildo was strapped into my
pussy.  Then a MUCH bigger one rammed itself painfully up my ass, all
strapped on tight.

Then the one in my mouth jetted out a burst of jism!!  I was so surprised that
a trickle of cum drooled out my lips and down my right tit.  I found myself
swallowing automatically, as the one in my pussy sprayed its load, which
started running down my legs.

" I didn't think you could go five minutes before getting another dick in your
mouth," she said laughing as she headed down the stairs.  I watched her go,
as the dildo in my mouth fired again, and again I couldn't stop myself from
swallowing.  Then the one up my ass.  Then-

Between the weight of my boobs, the loss of balance from having my hands
cuffed and the sudden orgasm that hit me when my cunt's visitor fired again,
I lost my footing, tried to stop myself- and slipped in a puddle of jism. 
Between the increasing slipperiness of the floor, my boobs enormous weight
and not being able to use my arms, I couldn't get back up.  I could only lie
there, helpless, orgasming every few minutes, and swallowing every few
seconds.

Mr. Rosen found me there, a couple of hours later, curled up in a vast puddle
of cum, whimpering.  The dildos and handcuffs vanished, and so did the
sperm all over the floor.  Mr. Rosen started down the stairs, and then turned
back for a moment and even I was cleaned up.

"Th-thank you," was all I managed to get out, before I started to cry.  It was
all too much, Lisa had been right.  I needed, REALLY needed to get out of
there.  I'd keep my cunt instead of a dick, I'd keep these whopper melons,
just... go. Get as far away as possible.

That's when Betty found me, sitting there, crying my eyes out.  She helped
me up, and guided me down the stairs to her bedroom.  There she held me,
not talking, just holding me while I cried and cried.  After the longest time, I
was finally able to stop.  "I- I'm sorry, Betty.  I- I try-tried to-"

"It's all right, sugar," she said, holding me even tighter.  "It's all right.  You
just go ahead, and try to get some rest now.  We'll try something different
tomorrow."

"Please, Betty, no, I CAN'T!!" I cried.  "Don't you see?  There's NO way I
can win, they've got the deck stacked-"

I was- well, not quite a man again... I looked like myself again, and could
have passed as a man if I had had any clothes on, but between my legs, was
just the same little slit.

Lisa and her father were standing there.  He was glowering at her, while she
tried her best to act indifferent, while occasionally glancing icy, threatening
looks at me.

He left then, and as I watched him drive away I decided to make a run for it
anyway- as soon as I could find some clothes.  By now I didn't care if they
were male or female.  I was just heading for Betty's room when Lisa came
around the corner.

I needed to learn not to underestimate her.  Lisa continued "Oh, yes... one
more thing for today's duties, Betty."

"Yes, Miss Rosen?"  Betty was suddenly all business.

"Grow a cock- a BIG one.  Don't change anything else, just grow a big
dick."

"But, Miss Rosen, I don't want to puncture my nice new panties!"  I didn't
want her to, either!!!

"Just DO it!"  Lisa snapped.  "You'll see," she said, with a wickedly happy
lilt in her voice.

In front of me, Betty's soft sweet slit closed up and a nuclear submarine came
blasting out in my face.  I could feel myself change again, not ripping but
stretching and straining against this thick monster rod and the massive set of
balls cradled underneath.

I heard Betty say "Wow... I've never had a lacy pink jockstrap before!  But,
Miss Rosen, with that silk lining I'll be-"

"Oh, don't you worry," Lisa was all sweetness now.  "It's magically
absorbent.  You can cum in that rag all day and stay perfectly dry!"

Lisa was good to her word, to Betty, anyway.  After getting harder and
harder and BIGGER the sequoia in my 'face' would spurt out a few quick
streams, and while I couldn't actually swallow any more, I could FEEL
myself absorbing the jism.  I was somehow seeing and smelling and tasting
the whole inside of the jockstrap's cup at once.

And once Betty got used to the way I was 'magically absorbent,' she'd let it
get REALLY big before letting go with a half pint or more of cum in one
squirt.  Several times she'd rub up against something, though she obviously
didn't need much stimulation.  At times I wondered when she got any work
done, though I already suspected her job as a 'maid' was principally to keep
Mr. Rosen supplied with eye candy.

Twice she stopped to pee, before poking her missile back into my face with a
trickle of urine still leaking... maybe she wore a cock so little she'd forgotten
to shake it off.

Some hours later I heard Lisa telling Betty "Dad's coming back, better get
back into shape."  The two girls laughed as the submarine in front of me
dove, vanished into a lovely little slit- and then I was pressed back up against
it, but now I feel both of Betty's legs...

No surprise, Lisa had Betty raise her miniskirt again so Lisa could admire the
whorish fishnet pantyhose I'd just turned into.

Betty seemed to be walking around somewhat faster now, and bent over
several times, even a trip up and down the stairway... I had a bizarre flash
from high school:  we were sitting on the edge of the parking lot after school,
smoking something that doesn't concern you, when one of the hottest girls in
the Senior class strutted by in her mini.  Darryl took one long hit and said
"That girl's making her panties SO horny!!"  Suddenly, I could understand
what he'd meant.

Suddenly I was sopping wet- and was NOT that absorbent.  For a moment I
thought Betty had wet herself, but the taste and smell told me she'd just
gotten wet.

"Why hel-LO, Mr. Rosen, sir!" she sang out, running and then stopping- but
still squirming, as I felt a rather ominous force behind me... they were
hugging each other!

"Hello Betty, sweet dove.  Are you taking care of Marcia?"

"Marcia?  But Miss Rosen said-"

"Betty, do you know just WHERE Marcia is right now?"

"No, sir-"

"God DAMN it!!  LISA!!!"  Her father yelled.  I could feel Betty backing up
in alarm.

"Betty, please take off your pantyhose."  Betty peeled me off.  It must have
been dawning on her what had happened, because she put me down very
gently.

Suddenly I was a man- minus manhood, of course.  Since I was only
wearing a tiny pink, lacy G-string it kind of accentuated the... lack.  Lisa was
coming down the stairs, an insufferably smug look on her face, and her
father said "Betty, take Marcia back home.  Now."

I started for the door, and hesitated- marching out of here in just a G-string...
it was early evening, plenty of light to be seen by...

Mr. Rosen shot me an exasperated look, and I was suddenly in a pink
leotard.  Then Lisa blew me a kiss, and my boobs flowed out and out and-

I ran, bouncing and jiggling my way to the car and jumping in.  Betty was
only a few steps that seemed like eternities behind me.  Betty drove us out,
heading down the road, as I lay back and softly moaned.  I had a HUMAN
body, at least.  By now I was thinking that this might be as good as I was
ever going to get, titanic tits and everything.  Maybe I should cut my losses
and-

I looked down, noticing how I was waving and bobbing freely as the car
gently bounced up and down.  "Betty... why didn't you tell me my top had
come down?"  My leotard didn't have shoulder straps, and my rack was
rocking and rolling freely, trying to turn on the car radio.

Betty looked back at me, smiling somewhere between sweetness and
mischief.  "Short answer:  We were in a hurry.  Honest answer: I kind of like
the view."

"Pervert," I said, and we both laughed.  I reached up to holster my tits... and
stopped.  Betty liked watching them, and I decided it was certainly the least I
could do for her.

We went to Betty's house, as my appearance would have caused way too
much commotion at my place, even if I DID pull my top back up.  I was
grateful to be back inside.  Wearing my own face over boobs too big for the
NBA was in many ways even worse than being the busty blonde wet dream I
had spent the week-end as.

Betty threw some leftovers into the microwave and we talked about my
situation.  I thought it was hopeless.  I couldn't even try to go back to my
life, not when I'd have to see a tentmaker about getting a bra... to say nothing
of having to see a gynecologist... and if I went back to the Rosens, Lisa
would-

I didn't want to imagine what she'd do.  Every time I did, she always did
something much, MUCH worse.  I tried to eat with enthusiasm- Betty was a
genuinely good cook.  And, I realized as I forked some more macaroni and
cheese into my mouth, this was the first time I'd had any kind of food but
sperm since six days ago, when they'd enjoyed watching me eating their
breakfast scraps.

Betty cleaned up while I was left to ponder my options.  That didn't take
long, as none of them were workable.  I needed the Rosen's magic to get my
life back, but Mr. Rosen was determined his daughter learn to switch genders
and make me a man.  While there were several things Lisa would be GLAD
to change me into, a man just wasn't one of them.

Betty came over to the couch, and sat down to cuddle.  She was incredibly
cuddly, and eager, and loving... in less than three minutes we were out of
our meager clothes and sixty-nining, my tongue probing deeper and deeper
into her delicious pussy, while she kissed my clit in ways that almost made
me think being an ugly lesbian wasn't quite so bad after all.

We both lost count of how many times we climaxed.  By the clock we'd been
at each other for two and a half hours.  Betty had thoughtfully expanded her
bustline until it was bigger than even mine, despite the way her much smaller
frame had trouble maneuvering around with those melons hanging and
swinging off her.  Sitting on my lap, now, we played with each others racks
for another hour or two.

I was actually happy, sitting here playing with Betty's amazing body, when
she was suddenly growing- no, I shrank-

I was fully a woman again, blonde of course, a little taller than Betty with
longer hair and boobs as big as her recently-enlarged pair.  I was still looking
down at my narrow hourglass hips and waist while Betty answered the
ringing phone.

It had happened AGAIN!!  No matter where I went, or what I did, those two
were going to keep toying with me and changing me just for laughs and-

"You can guess who that was," Betty said.  She sat down close beside me,
touching me, holding me while she lovingly stroked my face.

"Steve wanted you to be able to leave the house; he figured being a real
female-looking woman would be better than your old face on... well, you
know."

I knew all right.  I gestured down at me, hitting my enormous right tit in the
process.  "And now they're starting THESE games again, I guess?"

Betty smiled.  "Actually, Steve made a compromise with Lisa.  He made you
this big," she said, hefting my boobs- or tried to, then used both her arms to
heft up one.  My nipple was like a big red cantaloupe half, only bigger.

"However," Betty continued, "Since Steve did make you big enough to, as
she put it, 'have trouble with revolving doors,' Lisa has promised- and it's a
sorcerer thing, it IS binding- not to change a single cell in your body."

"So..." she said, getting up, "You are indeed stuck in there for now, but they
won't be transforming you into... other things."

She tried to give me a hand up, but between the plush couch, her diminutive
size, and my tremendous boobs, she couldn't quite-

"Here, let's try this," she said, and was suddenly Bert in his 6'6" well-
muscled glory.  He reached his arms under me and picked me up bodily off
the couch!  He smiled, cradling me in his iron-strong arms and carried me
into the bedroom, setting me down on the big four-poster bed that dominated
the room.

I looked at the way Bert was looking at me, and said "Um... you ARE going
to change back into Betty, aren't you?"

He laughed and sat down beside me, cupping my left boob and saying "Of
course I am, honey!"  Then he kissed me softly, and pushed me back down
on the bed.  "But not tonight," he said, and laughed.  And kissed me hard
and long, as I felt his foot of manhood thickening up and stiffening.

"Bett- Bert, please-" was all I got out when he kissed me again.  I put my
arms up to push him away (futile, I know- my slender little girl's arms
against this massive Incredible Hulk), but then his practiced fingers were
doing wild and wonderful and awesome things with my sensitive, painfully-
erect nipples, and I just lay there, wallowing in pleasure.

After a few minutes, he took his mouth off of mine and I managed to get out
one weak, half-hearted "No."  Bert smiled and dipped his fingers down in the
wetness all around my shaven cunt.

"Your mouth says 'No,' Marcia, but your lips say 'Yes.' "  He grinned, and
rolled over on top of me.  I saw two spurs form from his shoulders
suddenly. growing to the headboard and supporting him over me.

He saw me looking at them, astonished.  "They keep my hands free for more
important things," he grinned, deftly fingering my swollen clit until I moaned
with raw, naked need.  "Things like fondling horny nymphomaniac sluts like
you," he grinned at the pleasure washing over my face, and bent his mouth to
my left nipple.  The right one was luxuriating in his virtuoso touch, while his
other hand was bringing my clit to the brink, then backing away.

I couldn't stand it, could barely even notice that I'd spread my legs as wide as
I could without dislocating my hips.  "Now please NOW please please
PLEASE NOW NOW FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK-" My desperate pleas
were cut off as he slid twelve inches of amazing throbbing POWER into my
wet trembling pussy.

As soon as he slid that rock-hard shaft past my enraged clit I exploded in an
orgasm that rocked the bed out of position.  My cries of ecstasy were cut off
as he covered my mouth with his.  With his gargantuan manhood beating my
clit into willing submission and his fingers turning my tits into twin
overflowing bushels of joy, I eagerly met his tongue with mine as he crushed
his hips into mine, driving orgasm after orgasm after orgasm into me.

Volley after heavenly volley of multiple orgasms rolled over me, through me,
into me from the hole that allowed Bert's blessed dick to make me a woman,
HIS woman... I'm not sure when we stopped, I was only semi-conscious
from the sheer pleasure overload.

I became aware that Bert was lying beside me on his side, just looking at me. 
I still couldn't even talk, just smiled at him in a perfectly-contented, little-girl
way.  His extra supports gone, he rolled over on his back and pulled back the
sheets to show the towering veined column that had just filled me full of
100% pure, laboratory-grade pleasure.  "I'm ready to go again," he said.

I barely heard, I was already struggling up against the massive weight on my
chest to get to that wonderful power pole.  He reached over and again easily
lifted me by my wide hips.  I gasped at the sheer power in him- I wasn't
exactly a skinny girl!- and he grinned at the way my boobs swung around to
and fro in front of his face, as he held me effortlessly over his awesome
spike.  "Well, Jiggles, ready to go again?"

All I could think to say was "Thank God it's Friday," and he pulled me down
over his immense manhood.

I'm surprised the windows didn't shatter from the squeal of insanely violent
ecstasy that burst out of me.  He was driving HARD into me, my nipples
overflowing his cupped hands, and as I rode I felt another soul-searing
cluster-climax building up.  I hadn't even cleared my head from the first
couple of dozen orgasms when I was building up for another blast.

And so I rode his big thick iron cock for hours, finally falling asleep from the
sheer exhaustion.

I couldn't help but be suspicious in the morning.  Certainly there was one or
two people in the Rosen family who'd truly enjoy the thought of me
desperately horny for Bert's dick.  On the other hand, he DID have long and
intimate experience with feminine-style anatomy.

I showered to wash the... effects of last night's sexual olympics off... Bert
was just able to change himself into a clean shape.  When I finally came out-
there just weren't any towels big enough to cover my rack- I saw he'd
transformed into she- not Betty, but a mirror of me.  She was busy building
me a wardrobe, using the same morphing trick she'd used to get me the
cheerleader's costume.

I was finally overcome by curiousity.  "You can just... just take clothes off,
and then..."

She smiled, and a lacy diaphenous nightie formed over her body.  "The thing
is, Steve 'fixed' it so, yes, I can control my clothes at will, as well as my
shape.  No problem," she said, peeling the nightie up off her... my incredibly
curvy torso.

"And yesterday... when I changed into fishn-" I stopped, as she looked as if
she were going to cry.

"Marcia, look, I am so, SO sorry," she said quietly, her lower lip trembling. 
"It's j- just Steve likes the fishnet look, and I just changed- changed-"

"It's okay," I said, hugger her close.  "I understand."

That last statement was stretching the truth a bit, but I actually did see what
had happened... Mr. Rosen had gifted Betty with the power to alter her shape
and clothing at will.  By wearing underwear that I had been transformed
into... that had given Betty the power to alter me.

I smiled gently at her, and decided not to ask what would have happened if
Betty had decided to just magically morph all her clothes away.

She smiled at me, and a white bikini formed over her.  The bottom wasn't
quite a thong, but would left no doubt that I shaved my mound.  The top had
tits spilling out all over, and the cups left well over an inch of nipple exposed. 
"This is your FORMAL bikini," she said as she peeled it off, "The one you'd
wear when you're not putting the goods on display."

"When I'm NOT putting myself on display," I gasped, as she formed
another, hot pink bikini over herself- just barely.  This bottom WAS a thong,
and didn't have much more in front, either.  The top was like the display case
Lisa'd put me in last Saturday- instead of proper cups, the strings attached to
collars that went around each boob, and which held strings of their own
connected to cups that only covered maybe the outermost quarter of my huge
boobs.

She laughed as she peeled off the latest scrap of alleged clothing.  "This one
is good when you WANT a guy to notice," she said with a twinkle in her
eye.

Yeah, I thought, he'd be hard pressed to miss watching me be arrested for
indecent exposure.  Lisa had prevented that, in her own special way, last
weekend- but only because she'd wanted me to spend the whole day fucking
and sucking.

The NEXT bikini was a brilliant, striking red,  The bottom, in total, actually
WAS smaller than a postage stamp.  To be fair, it DID cover- just barely-
over three-quarters of the slit.  The top was another collar bikini- a double
collar, and the cups never even reached the edge of the nipples, even when
they were at rest.

Betty turned to me, the amazing twins of my own titanic tits kept the motion
up for a while.  "This bikini is... well, okay, it's lingerie.  I've worn this
kind of thing to private pool parties, maybe a dozen people or so."

"Wow, the other girls there must have LOVED that!"

She giggled.  "What makes you think there were other girls there?"

She'd stripped out, and cocqettishly smiled at me.  She dropped the teeny
tiny excuse for a bikini in the drawer and changed into her usual Betty form-
not quite as tall as me, not as busty- though any man not jaded by the
Rosen's magic games would see her as hyper-buxom.

"This side is yours," she said, patting the right side of a dresser drawer with
four rows of drawers on each side.  "Get dressed, we're going out today."

I blanched.  "Look, Betty, I'm still not... I'm kind of-"

"You're going to have to get used to it," she said.  "You can't just hide in
here until Lisa decides to return your manhood.  You're just going to have to
get used to going out, getting ogled, goosed, the whole nine yards," she said
firmly.

"But-"

"We're going out," she insisted.  "Look, you've worn FAR less, and gone as
an oral nympho in heat.  We're just taking a walk in the park."  I couldn't
escape her logic.

Nor, I realized as I looked through the drawers, could I find anything that
didn't carry on the tradition of Betty's gleeful exhibitionism.  I searched
through for the most modest outfit Betty had for me: A T-shirt which only
barely fit over my protruding rack, exposing me enough in front to show off
how frilly and lacy my bra was.  I had on the longest skirt I had- it extended
almost a full three inches below my crotch.  Betty's idea of pants were SO
short-short that most swimsuit bottoms covered more.

Betty was quite content in a tube top stretched just a bit beyond what was
permitted by law, over a thong bottom.  And so Betty took me out, to get me
aquatinted with being out as a superbusty blonde knockout... just in case...

I wasn't too surprised to find I was more graceful than any woman with
melons like mine could be... the downside was, when I walked, my perfectly
round ass cheeks moved in ways that caused quite a few bicycle crashes
behind us.  The bikes in front of us were dangers to themselves and
pedestrians.  As big as my boobs were, all my bra could do was to tone
down their more wild rampages.  I still looked like prize watermelons were
fighting to escape my shirt.

Betty was a bit smaller, but her tits were bouncing free and unfettered under
her inadequate tube top.  She truly seemed to revel in the attention every guy-
and even a few girls- were giving us.  I saw one guy gazing in shock as my
tits rolled round and round as he pedaled steadily straight into a tree.  "Now
you know why I prefer walking here, instead of along the street," Betty said
with a giggle.

Finally we found a bench to sit and rest a spell, while a crowd of not-too-
disinterested onlookers gathered.  Before long, they were standing five and
six deep around us, and I had unpleasant memories of a beach excursion just
last Saturday...

On the theory that a moving target was harder to hit, we stood up to go, and
as my mighty melons rolled forth, there was a resounding SNAP as my left
bra cup burst, sending a mound of girlflesh cascading around, and giving the
assembled crowd an impressive if intermittent view of my perking nipple.

We decided to head back before we were accused of inciting a riot.  Along the
way, a jogger who had passed us before was, by an amazing coincidence,
pacing along, stealing appreciative sidelong glances at our incredible
superstructures.

They were shouting "Show us your tits!!" by the time we got home.  I was
more than a little scared by then, having realized that almost EVERY ONE of
those men now yearning to fuck me was, in fact, strong enough to simply
hold me down and take me, if he wanted.

Betty had quickly morphed into Bert, and stepped out to discourage our loyal
fans.  Stepping back in, he said "Boy, Jiggles, you've still got it!"
sarcastically, playing with my boobs a bit.  "The thing is," she continued as I
pulled the top off and peeled off the ruined halter, "It's that I made those
SPECIFICALLY with... extreme loads like yours in mind.  For it to burst the
very first day..."

She had seen what I'd seen, written in the tattered remains of my left cup:

"Dear Marcia the Insatiable Cocksucking Slut,

I promised NOT to transform your lovely, ultra-fuckable body, and you may
rest assured, I won't.  You may ALSO take my VERY solemn promise that
our fun and games are far, far from over.

When we left you in that form, you got to keep your own special 'magic
power:' the ability to drink UNLIMITED amounts of jism.  You'll need it.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

Lisa"

Suddenly it felt very cold, and not just because I was standing there topless.

We discussed our options over a chef salad for lunch.  Unsurprisingly, there
weren't any.  Mr. Rosen rarely if ever disciplined his darling precious evil
daughter Lisa, Betty told me.  The ONLY reason he interceded for me was to
set up the opportunity to teach her to gender-swap.  Making her agree not to
transform me was as far as he'd go on my behalf... as for Lisa, asking her
for mercy would only inflame the problem.

Betty was going to Mr. Rosen's birthday party.  We both agreed it would be
a bad thing if I went, too.  Betty suggested not leaving the house- which I
agreed with whole-heartedly, and even mirrored my body again, to morph
some clothes for me that actually covered me- "Just in case of emergency,"
Betty said, leaving for the party as her usual female persona, though in an
evening gown instead of a maid's outfit- a see-through gown, but that was
Betty...

I put on the pair of jeans she'd just 'made' for me.  Skintight, tight enough to
for my twat to show through, but they DID cover me.  The tops would be
more of a problem, with my assets heaving and sloshing around, I'd look
sexy in a burlap sack...

I'd just picked out a full-length, if rather frilly blouse, and was about to start
the laborious process of packing my tits into a bra, when a dildo materialized
strapped into my mouth.

Whirling, I saw Lisa standing there in a formal, full-length evening gown. 
Ken was there, too, in an old-fashioned tuxedo, greatly enjoying seeing me
half-dressed like that.

"Go ahead, Jiggles, get them into your bra... if you can."

I tried to turn around and continue, but... I couldn't move!  I gasped around
the dildo, and realized I could still talk, but my neck and everything below
was paralyzed.  Lisa giggled at the sight of me standing there motionless-
except, of course, the swaying of my giant tits.

"Ken, darling, would you be a gentleman and help the lady into her bra?"

Ken laughed at that, and kept chuckling as he grabbed hold of my right nipple
and lifted it up.  Using it as a handle, he started swinging my boob back and
forth, before pushing it up into my cup.  He took even longer manhandling
my left boob, and then spent a few minutes tucking them in, patting them into
shape and generally fondling them.  He only stopped when Lisa growled
"That's enough."

Lisa stepped up and said, "Oh you poor POOR dear," in a voice dripping
with mock sympathy.  "You haven't sucked a dick ALL DAY!!  No
WONDER you resorted to holding a dildo in your mouth!"

She smiled, sweetness and malice all in one.  "Don't worry, Jiggles, I'm here
to fix all that!"

"Oh yes," Lisa purred.  "The fact that we found you here with a dildo
strapped into your mouth PROVES how desperately you're addicted to jism,
doesn't it, cunt?"

You PUT it there you b- I caught myself before completing that thought...
not that it did any good.

Lisa smiled.  "Was 'bitch' the word you were going to use to describe me,
cocksucker?" she asked, smiling her cheerfully dangerous smile.  Two more
dildos appeared, but my pants were tight enough they didn't need straps. 
"The dumpster behind the Pizza Baron is the last man who called me 'bitch.' 
I'll be nice about it, though, and put it down to sperm withdrawal.  Or maybe
that way overstuffed bra is too tight for you, Jiggles?"

She pointed at my chest, cocked her thumb up like a toy gun and said "Bzzt!" 
Instantly my bra shrank, cutting painfully into my tits.  It shrank until my tits
were bulging WAY out, both in front and along the sides.

"Oops," she said, giggling.  "Gee, it's too bad that Daddy made me give my
sacred word to NOT alter you until I can turn you into a man... so I guess
I'm not going to change your body."

"And speaking of sperm withdrawal," she said, turning to Ken, "It seems
like a crying shame for you to have that fake rubber schlong in your mouth
when there's a REAL one here that you can have... if you're nice about it. 
Drop them," she ordered, and Ken eagerly let his pants and boxers down. 
He smiled eagerly at me as his thick ten inches leapt to attention.

Even he looked shocked when his balls started growing.  "Lisa!!  Hey Li-"

"Shut up," she snapped, and Ken obediently fell silent as his grapefruit-sized
nuts grew to cantaloupe size and kept growing.  Finally he was carrying a
pair of basketballs under his dick.

That's when I could move again, and the dildo in my mouth vanished.
Without my wanting to I found myself walking over and kneeling before
them.

"Please Mistress, PLEASE let me suck your boyfriends big luscious dick," I
cooed at her, as they both enjoyed the spectacle immensely.  "I haven't had
any cum all day, and I NEED it!  I just NEED to feel a big hot cock filling me
up with jism!!  Please I'm begging you to let me suck him off, I need his
dick..."

They let me go on on that particular subject for another minute or three,
before Lisa 'allowed' me to slurp up Ken's dick.  He was already so aroused
by the sight of a huge-titted blonde begging for his tool he started spurting
into me almost immediately.  I couldn't swallow it fast enough and it started
dribbling down my chin and onto my swinging springing boobs.

It seemed a long, long time before Ken's balls even started to reduce in size
as I sucked the sperm out of them.  According to the clock it was over two
and a half hours that I was on my knees swallowing like crazy to try keeping
up with his rapid-fire wads.  I was also coated in jism all down my front, my
bra was soaked, and my pants were wet with it, too.

As Ken pulled his pants back up Lisa bent over to me and said "Good little
cocksucker!  Now you get a treat!"

As I struggled back to my feet I found I was standing outside- in front of a
building I didn't recognize.  I looked down quickly- at least I wasn't covered
in cum anymore... I was barely covered at all, in a stretchy, see-through
halter and bright red microthong.  I barely had time to notice my high heels
matched the thong when the door opened, music blared out and I strutted in.

It was a fraternity party.  Four or five dozen boys were standing around, all
ogling me as I sashayed my wriggling self in.  "Hi, boys," I called out with a
musical lilt, "The entertainment's here!"

I shimmied out of my meager clothes and started dancing to the frenetic beat,
my boobs bouncing wildly from one groper to the next.  Several guys asked
my name, and I found myself saying "Marcia Bobbins... but my friends call
me Jiggles!"  After a couple of songs I sidled up to a big, husky-looking red-
head.  I gazed deep into his eyes and said "So what does a girl have to do to
get a drink around here?"

He stammered excitedly and started towards the nearest keg, but I grabbed
him by the belt and said "No, not that, honey," gently cupping his crotch in a
very friendly manner.  "I mean, something high in protein," and felt his
trouser tent forming under my hand.

I knelt right there in front of everyone, unzipped his pants and took him in
my mouth.  He was shocked, surprised and made no attempt to get away as
my trained lips and tongue expertly swept over his throbbing six inches. 
Within a minute, he was spurting into my mouth.

His friends had gotten so hard watching me slurp him that almost all of them
came within a minute, and because of the practice I'd had at speed-
swallowing jism, almost none trickled out.  After I was done- some of the
guys wanted to go twice, and did- I got back up, blew a kiss to the room and
jauntily marched back out.

They guys poured out right behind me, thanking me, congratulating me and
generally trying to get close enough to cop yet another feel.  One very nice
young man ran up with my discarded top, but I told him to keep it, and
walked away with a waggle in my rear that had them cheering again.  It was
getting cold, and I was mildly surprised my nipples could get even harder and
perkier.

I recognized the street now, running in front of the University- but now I was
coming up on Howard's Bar, which was eight streets away!  I whirled
around, my rack swinging and bouncing with the sudden motion.  It was
indeed 10th street, with not a sign of the frat house I'd left less than half a
minute ago.

Then my legs were moving under remote control again, and I strode into the
bar in just my thong.  The bartender just smiled as I breezed past.  I even
returned the smile, even though at a back booth I saw Jeff Green, my VP at
the brokerage, with Daniel and one of the new interns!  They all enjoyed the
show as I went jiggling past, and I pursed my lips into a full-lipped pout that
BEGS a man to lay his dick across them.

I marched back into a small room in back that had been storage space the
week before.  Now it was empty save for a small wooden chair, which I
plopped my pretty round ass onto.  A moment later, Daniel walked in and
began unzipping his fly.

Daniel had always been a quiet, shy but bright and efficient at the office... he
wasn't known as a ladies man, not bad-looking, a trim black-haired man in
his mid-twenties, but just not aggressive enough to catch their attention. 
From the look on his face I imagined that this may be his first blow job.

I made it a memorable one, teasing with my tongue and teeth while brushing
his shaft ever so lightly with my lips.  When he shot his impressive (outside
the Rosen's clan) wad into my mouth, I smiled and gave a contented gurgle
as I slurped it all down.  Daniel gave his own contented sigh as I licked him
clean.

I didn't recognize the next man, a Latino who kept thrusting deeper and
deeper into my mouth yelling "Oh mama!  Oh mama!"

Jeff came in next... At 32 he was in better shape than most college football
players.  I'd hired him on fresh out of college, been his tutor, his mentor and
his friend.  Now he undid his pants and waved a big thick cock in my face. 
"You really, really want this, girl?" he asked with a grin, as it hardened to a
full nine inches!  I'd always thought he was exaggerating, but he DID have a
reputation with the ladies...

"Oh, I NEED that big beautiful tool, please, sir," I pleaded with him as I
favored him with a sweet little-girl smile.  He stuck his dick right into the
middle of it, and I took as much as I could in, running my tongue around his
shaft as I sucked.

The bar closed three hours later, at 1:00 am.  As I left the room I saw a crude,
hand-lettered sign "Marcia Bobbins- Have Mouth, Will Suck."  I guess Lisa
really wanted me to maintain my reputation.

I headed out, still topless, and much sooner than I could have normally
walked was at the Center Mall.  I was walking between rows of parked cars
when I saw a man heading for his car.  As I walked up he spun around at the
slight noise, fearing a robbery attempt.

He relaxed when he saw it was an almost-naked bimbo... well, most of him
did.  I walked up, swaying sexily, and brushed my melon-sized perky
nipples against him.  "I need cum, I really, really NEED cum!" I said as
huskily as I could in my high-pitched voice.

He almost dropped the bag he was holding, but inside of a minute we were in
his back seat, my nose buried in his pubic hair.  I wandered around the
parking lot that way until I saw Betty driving up.  As soon as her car was
beside me I was suddenly under my own control.

I wanted to spit out my tongue after everybody who'd... I realized I'd lost
track of how many guys I'd sucked at the frat house... and the bar... and...

I got in, seeing it was 3:45 on her dashboard clock.  Neither of us said
anything until we were almost back to Betty's place.  She explained that Lisa
had told her where to pick me up just as Betty was leaving.  She'd given
Betty a note to give me.  The last thing in the world I wanted was another
helping of gloating from that witch, but I wasn't surprised when my arms
raised themselves.  I opened the envelope with one long, hot-pink fingernail
and took out the note:

"To the thirstiest slut in town,

Tonight was just a small 'taste' of your new life.  As long as that's the face
and body you'll be wearing, I wanted to be sure EVERYONE in town knows
how eager you are to suck dick, and how you're addicted to jism.

Your Social Director,

Lisa"

Once we were home, inside the door, I just collapsed into Betty's arms.  She
hugged me tight, lovingly and sympathetically and sexually and-

"B-B-Betty, could you please do me a favor?" I asked, choking back the
tears.

"Anything, sugar!" she declared.  I saw the love in her eyes, and knew she
meant it.

"Tonight, don't change- don't change into Bert.  Just... Betty?"  I asked,
timorously.

Dear sweet Betty stayed her own female self for me that night- which, of
course, included her usual nuclear-powered libido.  But after being the town
slut for every guy who'd wanted to use my mouth, having a massively
buxom girl cuddling up to me was a great improvement.  We played with
each others tits until we were experiencing our own minor orgasms, and then
rolled over, she straddling my face as I plunged my tongue in.  Further south
Betty bent down and kissed my clit in wonderful and skillful ways.

Sunday morning.  I usually attended morning services at Eastside Methodist,
and the last time I'd missed two weeks in a row when not on vacation was
seven years ago, in the grip of a nasty flu.  Last Sunday, though, Lisa had
me out walking the truckstop as a whore, and this morning... I didn't want to
think of what she'd do to me in church.

Betty grabbed a quick bowl of cereal and left; she was 'on duty' today.  I
found a miniskirt and a T-shirt that didn't leave too much tit bobbing and
rolling into view under it- I didn't feel like struggling with a bra- and had an
apple for breakfast.

I was just finishing up the dishes when I noticed an envelope on the kitchen
table that hadn't been there two minutes ago.  Yet MORE bad news, but I
knew I'd wind up reading it, one way or another... I slit open the envelope to
read:

"Miss Marcia Banyon,

Your presence is required at a Birthday party for our mutual friend Bertrand
Carter.

Party to be at the Rosen Residence Tomorrow Monday at 8:00 pm.

You will arrive no later than 6:00 pm.

Proper attire will be provided.

Steve Rosen"

I heard a nasty laugh behind me.  "You might even want to arrive early,
Jiggles."

I whirled around and almost slapped Lisa when my boobs flew off on their
own scouting expedition.  "Daddy can be VERY angry when a slut is late."

Oh, great... "So, I suppose you'll 'fix' it so that I can't get there on time?"

She assumed a look of mock innocence.  "Moi?  Actually, me playing with
you is the ONE reason he just MAYBE would consider accepting... so no, I
wouldn't do anything to keep you from being on time... I just wanted you to
know, this is going to be a special day for Bert."

She looked at me levelly.  "You had better not do anything to screw up
Monday.  We really like Bert.  As much as we play games with him, it's only
because he likes it.  He's a pretty nice guy, unlike..." she waved her arm at
me, "Well, unlike some CUNTS around here!"

I decided to try one more time, getting on my knees and clasping my hands in
a supplicating, reverential fashion.  After all, she'd get tired of having to
remember to remote-control me through my daily degradations.  "Mistress,
please PLEASE let me apologize to-"

I was stripped, aside from the three big thick dildos that appeared strapped
into me.  My hands were cuffed and large clamps were pinching down
TIGHT on my sensitive nipples, pouring agony through me. I was already
crying from the immense pain when I lost my balance from the excruciating
pain and fell, face down.  The sudden weight on my tortured nipples made
me buck and twitch like an electrocuted woman.

Suddenly a hand was in my hair, yanking my head up viciously.  "You think
you're EVER getting out of this?  BITCH???" she screamed and slapped me,
hard.  "You think my promise not to transform you is going to keep me from
teaching you your lesson?"

She threw me down then, and just looked down at me, twisting in unbearable
pain.  My nipples were swollen an ugly veined purple where they bulged out
from the heavy clamps, which clinked and clanked on the floor.  Small
squeaks escaped around the dildo in my mouth as I writhed in agony.

Suddenly the clamps and dildos vanished, leaving me gasping and moaning
there on the kitchen floor.  My swollen nipples were slowly returning to
normal, but still blazed with pain from their mistreatment.  I was just starting
to roll over to try getting back up when one nipple hit the hard wooden floor,
and I gasped with pain.  Lisa laughed, enjoying as always how hard it was
for me to get up, as top-heavy as I am.

As I finally got up and flopped down in the chair Lisa stepped up and
grabbed one misshapen, swollen nipple and squeezed it HARD!  I almost
jerked back out of the chair as she yanked my sore nipple back and forth. 
"Do I have your attention, cocksucker?" she snarled.

"As even a bubbleheaded fucktoy like you should have realized by now, I can
play with you to my heart's desire, all without having to change your shape
in the slightest.  Do I," she continued, accentuating every work with a jerk on
my nipple, "Make myself, absolutely, completely, clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I blurted, fearful of yet another demonstration.  She smiled,
and then pulled a chair around and straddled it, facing me.

"Hey, look, Marcia, I actually came to bring you some good news!  Daddy
and I are leaving after the party Monday night.  No, not forever,: she said,
laughing at the hope glimmering in my eyes, "Just to this retreat where Daddy
and his friends will teach us younger Mages how to do the ultimate, the
gender-switch thing."

"And the good news," she continued, "Is that my promise was ONLY that I
wouldn't transform you until I'd learned the sex-change trick!  After that,"
and she leaned in close, taking my chin in her hand and raising my face to
meet hers, "I'm then allowed to change you any way I want!!"  She got up,
laughing, and turned to go.

"ANY way," she called over her shoulder, and disappeared.

By midday it was only very painful to touch my abused nipples.  They'd
returned to their proper shape and the marks from where the clamps had
mashed into them were fading.  I'd sat at the kitchen table, still nude, still
dazed by the torture Lisa had so kindly dropped by to inflict.

When I heard the front door opening I figured Betty had come home for
lunch.  I was pushing myself up from the table when I realized I was hearing
a LOT of footsteps.

About a dozen guys were swarming into the kitchen.  The first four grabbed
me and held me down while the rest were dropping their pants.  After an
instant the shock left and I started to scream.  I was just remembering how
futile it was when Lisa was torturing me when one boy shut me up by
stuffing his not-particularly-fresh underpants into my mouth.

Then he straddled over me and shoved his dick HARD into me.  It hurt, but
paled compared to what I'd already been through this morning.  What hurt
was the way they played with my still-aching nipples while they raped me. 
Most of them were okay, but some tended to play rough with my nipples,
and one would grab them viciously, playing 'crack-the-whip' with my tits
while yelling "Hi-yo Silver, away!!"

They took turns repeatedly well into the afternoon.  Once they all got off me
and the first boy ripped his underpants from my mouth I thought it was over.

Instead they formed a ring around me, watching and laughing as I scooted
back, then struggled into a sitting position and forward onto my hands and
knees.  Then I bent my head down and started licking the mix of jism and
cunt juice that had leaked out while I was gang-raped.

I wondered idly about the lack of blood, lapping up the sperm soup on the
floor as the boys laughed and hooted.  Mr. Rosen had said I couldn't be
killed by Lisa's 'games,' so maybe I was puncture-proof... but not pain-
proof.

They finally left after I licked the floor clean.  I stumbled into the shower,
trying no to wince as my sore nipples kept bumping into... well, everything. 
I had just dried off and was thinking about getting some clothes-

It suddenly hit me:  Betty had been SO goo to me, SO nice, after a long hard
day at work, she really deserved to have dinner ready and waiting for her.  I
trotted straight out to the kitchen, whipped up a tangy bar-b-que glaze,
spooned it liberally over some chicken and popped it in the oven, surprised at
my sudden culinary skills.  I then peeled some potatoes, and cut them into
french-fry strips, seasoned them just so and slid them into the oven.

I'd just dropped the brick of frozen greens into the boiling water, when-

I NEEDED COCK!!!!

I gasped as the full force of my desperate yearning hit me.  I longed to feel a
man throbbing and spurting in my mouth, and I just HAD to have cum, I
NEEDED cum...

I was just heading for the front door when I remembered I was still naked.  I
didn't want to spend time answering dumb questions at the jail when any time
could be put to SO much better use sucking on a lovely juicy throbbing dick.

I pranced back to our bedroom, to grab some clothes... but Betty, dear sweet
soul that she is, she had such modest and conservative ideas about style.  I
had me a body that could inspire men to WANT to give me the sperm I
needed, and I was going to FLAUNT it!!

That's when I noticed the small brown paper bag on the dresser.  As I picked
it up, a note fell out:

"Dear Jiggles the Jism Addict,

I want to wish you the very best of luck finding enough guys to satisfy a
nympho cocksucker like you.  I hope you get all the dicks in you mouth that
you deserve tonight.

Lisa"

What a thoughtful, sweet girl she was!  I was still glowing over the warmth
and friendship in her note when I realized there were clothes in the bag, too!

Inside was a T-shirt, emblazoned with the letters "FONDLE ME!!!"  I eagerly
slipped it on, and found it didn't quite conceal the undersides of my nipples-
just the look I was looking for!  Then there was the black, lacy see-through
microskirt.  My tiny little hot-pink G-string was clearly visible through it, and
underneath it.

I jumped into my heels and was ready- almost.  Last evening, Betty had come
to pick me up before while I was still patrolling for pricks.  I wrote her a
note, saying I'd gone out for a bit, to get used to the way men look at and
treat ladies, and that she shouldn't worry,  I'd be right back.  I put the food
on the table to keep it from burning- it was just ready, anyway, and there
were a few hundred men out their with MY supper dangling between their
legs.  Smiling at the mental picture, I grabbed my purse and car keys and was
off.

As soon as the locked door closed behind me, the need, the overpowering
craving I had to drink sperm, doubled, and then tripled.  I jumped in my car
and drove off.

I drove as fast as I could to Howard's Bar.  Normally business tended to trail
off on a Sunday night, but gossip about my previous night's performance
had the place packed.  My usual room was open for me, and as I skipped in
there, eager to get a dick into my mouth, everyone applauded- or tried to
grab- my gaily bouncing boobs.

Jeff and his buds were back in their usual booth, looking quite happy to see
me.  They stood as I dashed by, and I grabbed Jeff's arm to hustle him in. 
As I swung my caboose down on the chair I was already wrenching his
zipper down and pulling out his lovely ten inches.

He enjoyed the way my boobs swung in time with the way I forced my
mouth harder and harder on his divine rod, almost as much as he enjoyed
what my expert lips and tongue were doing.  In no time I had his throbbing
manhood pumping jism into my mouth and loving every wonderful drop!

There kept up a steady stream of men into the room all night long, and after
the bar closed I spent another hour or so in the parking lot, anxious to get
every single drop of semen I could.

Betty was still up as I came in, just after 3:00.  I smiled at her and said
"Betty, honey, I certainly hope you weren't staying up for me!  I was just
having a night out on the town," I said, smiling reassuringly.

She wasn't convinced.  "Yeah right," she said, "Yesterday you're just SO
shy about being seen in public hauling that rack around, and now you're the
blushing debutante?"

I smiled and jiggled at her.  "Well, to get what a girl needs, sometimes she's-
"

Betty jumped on that.  "WHAT is it you need," she asked.

"Men," I answered.  "I need their manhood, their cocks, I need as much
sperm as I can get... and more!" I crowed.

She took me in her arms, after the usual awkwardness of our enormous
boobs bouncing around and about each other.  "Marcia, listen, this is just one
of Lisa's games, it's not you, not really YOU, it's..." I didn't notice what the
rest was.  Betty was a sweet girl and all, but holding a woman just didn't do
it for me-

And I remembered!  I pulled back and said, "Betty, could you do me a big,
HUGE favor?"

"What is it, honey?" she replied.

"Turn yourself into Bert!" I said, with a twinkle in my eye.  Betty/Bert was
able to shapeshift at will, due to the Rosins'' magic, and 'her' male form was
as spectacularly masculine as her present blonde bombshell form was
feminine.  "Please, Bert's the only one can help me now, the only man who
could give me as much cum as I NEEEEEEEED!!!"  This last was drawn out
as I dropped to my knees, begging her.

"Please change into Bert," I implored her.  "I NEED his dick, I NEED to feel
him in my mouth, to feel his cum jetting into me..."

That went on for another minute or two, but in neither sex was Betty inclined
to suppress her sex drive... or his, for that matter.  The important thing was
that as I looked up I realized that Betty had indeed changed, and now Bert's
stiffening twelve inches were right in front of me.

I lunged onto it, hard enough I thought I might have poked out a tonsil.  No
way I could hope to get that incredible member all the way into my mouth,
any more than I could ever stop trying.  I could already taste the wonderful
pre-cum dripping from his heavenly cock.  I summoned up all my practice
and my lips and tongue loved Bert to the very finest of their abilities.

And then he came, and I joyfully swallowed it, reveling in the feeling of his
jism spurting into my mouth, bouncing off my tongue and generally making
me one ecstatic slut.

He moved as if to back off, and I grabbed him, wrapping my arms as much
as I could around his tree-trunk legs.  He surrendered to the inevitable, and
stood there with me hanging off his big sweet cock.  He came again, and
again, each wad a delight for me to suck and swallow.

When he finally led me into bed, I still crept over and fastened my lips onto
his big hard pole, bringing him to another three bounteous orgasms, filling
my mouth with his delicious, blessed cum each time.

It was broad daylight when I woke up, with Bert still snoring beside me.  All
I could think was the need, the terrible longing NEED to get a dick into my
mouth!  Struggling up against the weight of my tits, I saw Bert- still in his
delightful male form- lying there asleep.  I saw the dramatically raised mound
under the covers and carefully made my way over, so pleased that the very
first thing he'd realize on waking up was that his dick was in a mouth,
specifically, MY mouth.

Awake or asleep, the dick certainly knew when it was having a good time.  It
stiffened immediately, almost choking me, but I kept sucking and tonguing
for all I was worth, and was rewarded with a few mouthfuls of jism.  I
noticed idly that Bert was awake, watching me, and in no hurry whatsoever
to get up and start his day.  I grinned at him around the giant shaft in my
mouth, and he winked at me as he pumped more sperm down my throat.

I was just running my tongue around the head of his rod when I was
suddenly- well, not myself, but THINKING like myself- thinking I had a
DICK in my MOU-

I jerked up suddenly, angry, sick, alarmed and disgusted, and before Bert
could notice, he'd doused my face with a giant wad of cum.  I fell back, not
wanting it on my FACE, not wanting to TOUCH it- off the edge of the bed
and down onto my pert fanny.  Bert was down in an instant, holding me as
he handed me a washrag to wipe myself off with.

After showering I was cleaner, even if I didn't feel it.  I looked over at Bert,
reading the morning paper, and asked him why he'd ever changed, knowing
what condition I was in last night.

"Why?!?" he asked, surprised.  Then he nudged me gently, and continued in
a low conspiratorial voice, "Hey, did you SEE the size of those jugs on the
slut who was just BEGGING me for it?"

I cut off my next retort.  Being caught in Lisa's game, no doubt even with the
best will in the world, Bert would have given in sooner or later... most likely
sooner.

Bert saw the look on my face and motioned me to come over.  I was just
framing my apology when he put his muscular arm around me and pulled me
down.  Sitting on the lap of this big strong Adonis, I could feel his cock
starting to harden under me, which set me squirming, which Bert's dick
certainly enjoyed.  Bert himself was happily watching my boobs rolling
round and round.

"Listen, Marcia," he said, gently fondling my bare boobs.  "I'm really sorry
if I did ANYTHING that hurt you if I upset you, but-"

I put my finger gently to his lips.  "It's okay, sugar," I said, trying to ignore
the warm happy sensations I was feeling from his cock stiffening under me. 
"You probably felt it was the best you could do for me at the time, and I can
see how a girl getting on her knees and begging like a whore could make
you-"

He'd taken my hand, and suddenly raised it and softly kissed my palm.  I
was dizzy from the sudden longing- not Lisa's perverted desire to make me a
rabid cocksucker, this was the need I felt between my legs.  Plain
missionary-position being in heat.

Bert was saying "Oh, don't worry, you weren't acting anything like a
whore," he had smiled at the way my nipples perked right up when he'd
kissed me, and then continued "A nymphomaniac, yes, but not a whore."

I actually laughed at that one, even remembering the mental image of me
begging to get his dick in my mouth.  Now, though, I needed it again,
only... Bert had noticed the trickle of moisture from my pussy.  "I say,
Marcia," he said, "Did you spring a leak or are you just happy to see me?"

We both laughed then, and my rocking as I gasped for breath was the last
straw for his member.  Again I was cradled in his strong exquisitely-toned
arms and carried into the bedroom, where he lay back and 'installed' me on
his thick rod.

Pleasure tore through me as my clit slid down that powerful throbbing shaft. 
We rocked and rolled together, heaving ourselves at each other as he played
delightful games with my boobs.

After a couple of hours, we stopped and cuddled a bit, before I got up and
slipped into the shower.  As I washed myself, still unused to holding slick
soapy tits that big out of the way, I wondered...

Being left in this body might be the very best I could even hope for.  Being
with Betty made me think I could learn to be a lesbian- hell, technically I
already WAS one- but then I'd see Bert and start getting wet between my
legs...

I stopped the shower and lay my head against the wall, covering my eyes and
ignoring the cold tiles against my nipples.  And the thing that made me... I
couldn't describe it... Bert just DIDN'T understand it.  To him it was all fun
and games, playing maid and slut to satisfy those kinks... it was the only
way I could describe it, for someone born male like Bert to WANT to be a
curvaceous fucktoy.

For him it was fun- HE could return to his own form any time he wanted to. 
For me, it was like I was being violated at the very core of my being, Mr.
Rosen and his spoiled, evil, terrifyingly powerful daughter casually altering
my shape, and even my mind, just for a laugh or two.  I was simply trapped,
in a way Bert could never come to understand.

When I came out, I saw Bert had changed to Betty.  It was 5:25, and Bert
had advised me to leave by 5:30.  It barely took fifteen minutes to drive to the
Rosens' mansion, but Bert had impressed on me that the stories of Mr.
Rosen's anger at tardiness weren't exaggerated. 

On the dresser was a small package that had appeared while I was in the
shower.  There was a fairly brief tan halter, with wide lacing in front to show
off my extensive cleavage, and a leather microskirt that allowed an almost
unobstructed view of my pink lacy thong panties.

I sashayed out and horns were honking immediately.  By the time I'd gotten
in my car someone crashed a van into a Ford parked along the road... I had a
horrible moment wondering if I was blocked in, trapped until I was late, and
faced the wrath of Rosen.  Even after this past week, starting off the evening
as a urinal would be bad... there was nothing to stop Mr. Rosen from
changing me any way he saw fit.

But the van moved, and I was able to get out and on the road.  Twelve
minutes later, I was driving along the road outside their mansion, very early
still... maybe I should just circle around a bit until time for-

My arms moved on their own, turning the car onto the Rosens' driveway.  I
had no choice but to pull up to the mansion, get out and go on in.

As I approached the door, a maid opened it, in the same barely-dressed
knockout-blonde pattern- no wait!  That was MY knockout-blonde body the
maid was in... as I walked in, I saw at least two other maids, all identical to
me except for their tiny little maids' outfits.  They were hustling along,
carrying china and crates of champagne and trays of various goodies while I
was hustled upstairs into Mr. Rosen's room itself.

I stood by the door while he was talking to someone, last-minute details for
the party, it seemed.  I took the chance to look around... bed the size of a
tennis court, bar and entertainment center, desk with a pc, copier and every
other piece of office equipment I knew of, glass-fronted figurine case-

No, wait, Betty had warned me that those weren't figurines, but actual
women- well, men changed into women, miniaturized and suspended until
Mr. Rosen decided to restore one for his pleasure.  There were quite a few
empty spaces, and I realized where the bevy of maids had come from.

They were all races, all nude, some just standing there, some stuck in highly
sexual and/or demeaning positions for... weeks?  Decades?

Looking at Mr. Rosen's 'trophy' case made me realize just how much danger
I was in, just standing here.  Finally he clicked off the phone and handed it to
a waiting maid who stepped out the door with it.  Unbidden my long shapely
legs were moving, walking over to where he sat back on an ornate divan.

"I could never abide having a telephone in my bedroom all the time.  Damned
uncivilized," he said with a friendly-enough smile.

"Yes, Mr. Rosen, sir," was the safest thing I could think to say to him.  He
looked at me, and asked "How would you describe Bert's feelings towards
you?  Would he enjoy you more as a sex toy if he didn't know it was 'you'
inside there?"

I started to think of a safe, neutral answer when my mouth opened on its
own.  "Bert has always enjoyed any sexual contact between us, and I get a
strong feeling he genuinely cares for me.  He certainly isn't shy about
initiating sex, in either gender, and perhaps his feelings for me might actually
enhance his enjoyment of his body."

He nodded, not surprised by the answer.  "Lisa was right, then.  This seems
like the perfect opportunity," he said, and then picked up a small, gift-
wrapped package and stared at it, deep in concentration, and suddenly I felt
dizzy, like waves of their magic were running through me, in me-

The sensation stopped, and I was rather surprised to NOT find myself in the
package, or changed in any other manner.  A maid stepped in smartly and
took the package from Mr. Rosen.  Instead of leaving, though, she came over
and stood beside me, holding the package out between the two of us.  I
looked at Mr. Rosen for some clue as to what this was all about, and he
looked back at me as if seeing me for the first time... "Hmmm, Jiggles, we
really wouldn't want you confused with the real maids right now."

Instantly I was shrinking.  Looking in the wall-length mirror I saw I was
now a tiny little Japanese girl, naked except for my high heels, maybe 5'3" at
best, long black hair and brown eyes, quite buxom by Japanese standards-
though, the next moment, I was extremely buxom by Dolly Parton's
standards.

"Mr. Rosen, sir," I said, even taking on a lilting ever-so-CUTE Japanese
accent and dropping to my knees, "Perhaps you might want to relax for a
while before the party.  I would be honored if this unworthy slut were
allowed the great honor of sucking your dick.  While my promiscuous mouth
is certainly unworthy of holding your revered manhood, I can only beg you
for the boon of placing your infinitely esteemed cock in my common often-
used hole of a mouth..."  This went on at some length, before Mr. Rosen
finally deigned to unzip his pants and let out his fifteen-inch monster.

It had been a strain before, just getting the end of that thing into my mouth. 
Now as a petite (except for my gigantic rack) Oriental doll, I had to strain my
jaws painfully just to get the head of the monster in.  Instantly my lips were
sealed around it, and I found myself automatically sucking and licking despite
the pain.

Of course, this was when Lisa walked in.  "Why Jiggles!  What a surprise to
see you with a cock in your mouth!"  She was certainly enjoying the way my
jaw was strained holding just the tip of her father's monster dick- to say
nothing of the way my cheeks chipmunked out and I made gulping and
slurping sounds, desperately trying to swallow fast enough as Mr. Rosen
came.

Lisa stayed to watch the spectacle for a few minutes.  About once a minute I
had to convulsively strain to swallow the huge wads of jism that kept pouring
into my mouth, and her self-satisfied smile would break out into a giggle. 
After watching me struggle with four comings, she said "NOW aren't you
glad we gave you the ability to drink unlimited amounts of cum?"

She stayed to watch me gulp down another pint of sperm and turned to her
father.  "Daddy, we'll need another couple of dancers.  Oh, and while we're
at it, if I'm going to arrange the entertainment properly, then I'll need to be
able to... 'work' with the talent."

"Okay," Mr. Rosen agreed.  "I'll do the honors on this one, as soon as she's
finished here."

I dreaded to think what he was going to do to me, as Lisa took a couple of
girls from the display case and left.

As she left, a maid came in and handed Mr. Rosen the phone.  He seemed to
be talking to some caterers.  "Yes... two Bacardi, one Canadian Mist...
yes... no, two two-liter jugs on the sodas.  We," he smiled, and looked
down at me as another wad came gushing into my mouth, "We'll have some
thirsty people here."

After maybe a half an hour, I suddenly felt that 'magic' feel shoot through
me- but again, I couldn't tell any change.  Mr. Rosen nodded at the maid and
she left, taking the package with her.  "That one, we had to leave in close
proximity while the magic took," he said.  That was all he said on the subject,
and picked up a copy of the Wall Street Journal, idly perusing it as he kept
pumping jism into me.

After another timeless while of struggling to swallow it as fast as it was
coming in, he stretched his arms and legs, neatly kicking my right tit in the
process, gave me another mighty wad of cum, and then my lips released and
I was able to remove my aching jaws from his massive cock.  He waited for
me to lick him clean before stuffing his trouser snake back into his pants.

I thanked him, deeply and at length, for the privilege of servicing him, and
found myself marching down stairs.  On the way out, I saw in the mirror my
hair had turned platinum blonde, matching my eyeliner.  I found myself
heading straight for the kitchen and pushed the door open and-

I was jammed into what looked like an elevator, with another nine girls and
four guys.  Jammed in as we were, everyone had plentiful opportunities to
play with the huge boobs available in there, since all of us, male and female,
were sporting a huge pair.  Amazingly, there was enough air flow that we
weren't sweating with all those bodies crowded together.

As I stood there, my tits collecting fingerprints from the guys (and the girls-
they'd all used to be guys), I heard stories floating around as to how some of
these people came to be in Mr. Rosen's collection.  One had tried to molest a
lady Mr. Rosen had dated back in the '30s... a black woman used to be a
white male lawyer, who'd tried to scam Mr. Rosen in a phony whiplash
lawsuit... three were burglars, one pair from 1968 and one loner Mr. Rosen
caught just two years ago... a drunk driver who'd run over Lisa...

After everyone's story had been swapped around, speculation drifted to what
we were in for.  I let on they were having a birthday party for a friend, and a
small, fearful debate opened up on whether we were a present for him or
entertainment for the evening.

And then the roof and walls were lifted off, fast.  We quick-marched out
across the plateau we-

It wasn't a plateau, it was the dinner table!  Looming up all around us were
the dinner guests, laughing and clapping at the parade as we marched across. 
The tallest guys here were maybe six inches tall.

We spread out across the table as twelve maids, all in 'my' body, ducked
under the table.  It looked odd until I counted and saw twelve guests.  Twelve
more maids were serving the Rosens and their guests, as we miniaturized
people started dancing, moving and shaking and swinging whatever would
swing.

The guests were all vastly entertained by us, and no one thought anything of
fourteen dolled people dancing for their entertainment.  I was wondering if
they were sorcerers themselves... or maybe, like Bert, just used to the magic
done here.

I wound up dancing in front of Lisa's plate.  She really got a kick out of me,
dancing and swinging my tits around.  Across the table, a scruffy looking
young man in a "METALLICA" T-shirt also enjoyed watching me.  He
suddenly looked down real close, and I found myself growing a third tit, just
as big as my others!  Scruffy laughed, and nudged the older man in a
business suit next to him to point out his handiwork.

I saw Bert, then, down towards the end by Mr. Rosen.  He was being served
by one of the maids... but he was also hugging her, gently fondling her,
occasionally goosing her... okay, it wasn't much different from the way the
other male guests were treating them but the way Bert was touching her...
like he touched me- he thinks his maid IS me!

And then I realized, I'd been thinking of the maids as looking "like me,"
NOT "like the busty bimbo I was turned into."  I was wondering how far I'd
come to see myself as female when suddenly I was clumping around on big
webbed ducks feet.  All along the table, the tiny dancers were being changed
and altered by the Mages present. 

As desert was served, we dancers grouped together in twos, slow dancing
together.  I had grown another row of three gargantuan boobs under my old
rack.  My partner was a man who's arms had turned into thin oak tree limbs. 
We were dancing cheek to cheek when I felt something brush by me, and say
his mouth had been replaced by a dick.  I saw Lisa smile just as I started
French-kissing him.

Once the guests had finished desert they started getting up from the table. 
Lisa hugged a lady saying "Oh, it's SO good to see you, Aunt Celie..." they
were still talking as I walked off, but before they got round the corner I saw
them stop, and Lisa pointed back towards me.  'Aunt Celie' looked at me,
coldly, and I felt my jaws clamp shut and my lips pursing together.  Reaching
up, I found another cunt where my mouth had been.

After the guests retired to the den the maids came out from under the table,
wiping off as much cum as they could and cleared off the table, leaving just
us dancers milling around.  Various commiserations were offered by those
who still had mouths.

After some time, Mr. Rosen came through, and suddenly all the other dancers
were motionless figurines again.  The men were all back in their female
bodies, but a few of the women were still trapped in their bizarre
transformations.

I was left there, all alone, for maybe an hour when Bert came back through,
leading a trio of maids who were carrying the gifts he'd received.  He
stopped when he saw me, and I instinctively raised one tentacle to wave. 
Bert turned to one maid and reached into the box she was carrying.  He
pulled out what looked for all the world like a TV remote control and-

I was sitting on the edge of the table, back in 'my' busty blonde body- full-
sized.  I took a moment, feeling myself to make sure I was actually whole
again (and even realizing I wasn't ashamed to be glad to be a whole WOMAN
again) as Bert explained the gift from Mr. Rosen.  I noticed it was just the
size of the package that had been held by me when I arrived.

"It's a remote control," Bert said.  "Only it doesn't work on the TV or VCR
or anything... except you."

So... Bert could now change me at will... but he'd only used it to restore
me... so far...

As the Rosens came to see him off, Lisa grabbed me by one nipple and pulled
me aside.  Hard.

"We certainly hope Bert enjoys his birthday gifts," she said, with a devilish
smile.  "Daddy wants to make sure Bert gives it a complete test, so we...
'inclined' him to view it all as a LOT of fun.  And," she continued, "He's
going to be very excited, and VERY turned on by having that kind of power
over you."

"And then, once I get back," she added, "I'll be able to transform you into
anything I wish.  And I will," she said with a flash of her old anger in her
eyes.

As I got back to my car, I heard Mr. Rosen telling Bert that if he happens to
turn me into a man, to be SURE to change me back before Lisa returns... I
was dumbstruck!  Bert had had the option, and had instead chosen to make
me a blonde fucktoy instead?  I barely heard him telling Bert not to worry, the
remote's batteries would never ever wear out, no matter how much he used
it... and me.

I was just considering that, given the circumstances I had been glad enough
to be changed this way, Mr. Rosen looked over at me and my car vanished. 
"I sent it on home," he said.  "You ride with Bert, just in case he wants to
play with his new toy."  I didn't have the nerve to ask if he meant the remote
control or me.

As he drove, Bert kept giving me these grinning sidelong glances, and I
realized the 'programming' the Rosens had left in him was coming to the
surface.  I couldn't blame him, knowing how it was all those times Lisa had
made me an oral nymphomaniac.

He pulled into the shopping center, saying that he needed to get a few
groceries, as he'd be living at home until the Rosens arrived.  He parked far
enough away that, in the darkness just past midnight, hopefully no one
would notice the naked blonde with boobs bigger than watermelons.

As he disappeared into the doorway of the store, I realized I was going to be
facing yet another round of my body- or even my mind, being transformed as
part of someone else's perverted sex games.  But I was already stuck in this
buxom female body with no way-

I turned around as far as I could with the weights hanging from my
shoulders, and reached back into the box on the back seat... a few books...
CD cases... a largish plastic package of some kind-

I picked it up, the remote control that would give him absolute power and
mastery over me.  I realized how unbelievable this would have been a mere
ten days ago...

There were no words, just letters.  Two arrow keys, like the channel surf or
volume control on a normal remote ran up and down either side.  The "B"
was almost certainly my bust... YES, they WERE getting smaller... I
stopped once my tits were in the voluptuous category.  They were shrinking
slower the smaller they got, and I was in a hurry.  I had to make myself a
man and scram before Bert got out of the store!

There was another arrow button running along he bottom, from dark to light. 
I didn't bother to test to see if it was skin or hair color.  I was looking at the
rows of buttons across the remote: BLDG, BSML, WBO, CDP, BLT,
MBG, BDHT.

It was once Bert had gotten in his car I heard a man saying "Did you get the
girl?"  It wasn't Bert.

Bert replied "Yeah, mission accomplished.  Let's bail," and the car came to
life and we were moving again.  I was wondering what I was now- if the
Rosens' remote control was programmed to change me into it, I probably
wouldn't like it- and why Bert didn't at least change me back into a woman.

Back at his house, he pulled me out of his pocket and casually tossed me on
the floor- I didn't weigh enough to even notice the impact.  Then I felt my
body growing, surging out and up and then I was a woman again, a real live
woman.  I felt myself, not even caring how insanely GLAD I was to be a
woman again-

I saw the two of them, Bert was standing by he door, looking angry, while
sitting in the easy chair was a man with expensive clothes and long black
hair.  I gasped as I recognized him and-

"Freeze," Bert said, pointing the remote at me.  Instantly I stopped, my arms
half-raised, a comical look of shocked surprise on my face, but for the
moment I wasn't even thinking about the picture I presented them.  Tony
Windell, my accountant!  He burst out laughing at the way I was frozen in
position, nude, with such a brainless look on my face.

Bert wasn't laughing.  "Don't do ANYTHING unless specifically ordered
to!" he said.  "Do you have ANY idea how STUPID that was, Jiggles?!?" he
roared.  "If Steve hadn't had the foresight to build a locator into this, you'd
still be there as the house whore!"  He glared at me for a moment, then shook
his head.

"I swear, Marcia, if you REALLY want to treat this powerful magic device as
a toy... we will," he said.

"I was able to find you right after they took you... but I couldn't risk trying
to morph the remote when I broke into their house, so I needed an
accomplice," he said, waving at Tony.  "And now," he continued, "I have to
go check on the Rosens' house while they're away.  Try not to get into TOO
much trouble."

He put down the remote as he changed into Betty.  She then put the remote in
her purse and walked out, leaving Tony there to admire my frozen form. 
Then Betty came in, smiled sweetly at me, and handed Tony a folded-up
paper... and the remote!!

As Betty left, I could only hope that Tony didn't know who I was before the
Rosens' little games.  Then he said "Well, Mr. Banyon- or should that be
'Miss?'- you'll be glad to hear that Betty told me all about your trouble." 
BETTY!!  How COULD you?!?

Tony chuckled.  "Don't blame her, he had to explain to me what we were
doing after you went and let yourself get shanghaied.  And," he continued,
looking at the paper Betty had handed him, "I'm not unfamiliar with the
Rosens' little... games."  He pushed a button, and I was suddenly wearing a
pink string bikini.

"Remember the week I was out with the flu, seven years ago?  I'd just gone
to the movies," he said.  He pushed another button, smiling as my boobs
grew until they burst through my top.  "I found a fourteen-year-old girl there,
telling me she was waiting for an apology, for spilling a few bits of popcorn
on her.  So after the movie, I hit the men's room," he went on, removing the
remains of my bikini top, and continuing to fondle me once they were gone.

"I was just undoing my zipper when I see this little girl standing there in the
bathroom.  I asked her what the hell she was doing, and suddenly- poof!-
I'm one of the urinals!"  He pushed another button, and I was in a G-string,
with tassels on the tips of my huge nipples.  All pink again... I was starting
to see the trend.

"Dance!" Tony said, and I found my body moving sensuously, swaying and
shimmying as he enjoyed the wondrous ways my giant boobs bobbed and
waved.  "Anyway, after being peed into for a week, she found me in a
MOST apologetic mood when she restored me."

"So, Jiggles," he said, enjoying the show, "Bert told me you tried putting the
move on Lisa when she interned at your company," he just managed to finish
that before he burst out laughing.

"Speaking of boobs," he said, as he regained his voice and picked up the
remote, "Make them rotate counter-clockwise," and I found myself timing the
moves on my pretty chassis to make my titanic tits move as he'd ordered.

By the time Betty returned, Tony'd trained me to make them spin in opposite
directions.  Betty stood there watching the show, and laughed as my tits
swung around into each other, their momentum making them try to
corkscrew around themselves.

As my boobs unwound from each other she took the remote from Tony and
ordered me into the kitchen to fetch out a plate of cold cuts and crackers- and
to instantly get anything either of them ordered, addressing them as 'Master'
and 'Mistress.'  I brought it out to them, setting it on a small end table
between Tony's chair and the couch Betty was reclined on.  Betty looked up
at me, smiling as I waited obediently for her next order.

She clicked on her TV, and then started the VCR, grinning as I flinched each
time her long pink fingernails tapped a button.  Then she tapped one of the
top row buttons on my remote, and I felt my clothes changing.  I wasn't even
able to look down, but in the window I could see a Playboy Bunny standing
submissively at attention, her rather brief pink uniform not quite covering all
her wide perky nipples.  Still, it DID cover a lot more than my previous
ensemble, even if my bunny ears did bob and wave in a rather silly way.

I fetched Tony a beer and Betty a gin and tonic as their porn movie started. 
Tony drank his beer down and ordered another one, grinning as I hopped to
obey him.  He took the beer from me and went back to watching the movie,
in which a girl was explaining to two uniformed policemen that she'd only
run the red light because she'd been distracted by her too-tight bra, which she
obediently doffed.  Tony's pants were already bulging, and as the girl knelt
to bribe her way out of a ticket, Tony spoke up.  "Jiggles, get me a blow
job."

I instantly marched over, ducked down and crawled the last four feet to avoid
blocking his view.  He'd already unzipped his pants and his dick was at
attention.  I slurped it down, sucking and licking, and he relaxed, letting me
do the work.  He thrust himself into my face at the end, reflexively, as he
shot his wad into my mouth and I swallowed it.

From the delighted surprise on his face, he hadn't been prepared for me to
lick him clean, but he certainly didn't object, either.  After I finished cleaning
him he put himself back in his pants, and Betty, who'd watched the whole
thing grinning, ordered another gin and tonic.

After the movie, Tony stayed to watch me eat Betty.  I have to admit a certain
eagerness for that particular order as I leapt to obey, lickety slit.  I kissed her
and gently worked my tongue into her, sucking on her clit while swirling my
tongue around the tip as she'd done to me with ecstatic results, and more than
once I thought she might buck right off the couch.

After Tony left, she again picked up the remote, smiling at the trace of fear in
my face.  "Marcia, you may now move and talk, freely and as you normally
would- except you may NOT, under ANY circumstances, touch the remote
control for you."

I thanked her, and made a desperate run to the bathroom.  The pressure was
so great now that the pee exploded from my pussy as I sat my ass down on
the toilet to pee.  It struck me, as glad as I was to be a real live girl again, that
I was getting used to sitting down to pee... even getting used to being a sex
toy.  If I ever did get my cock back again, would I still feel... feminine?

I collapsed into the chair Tony had been in.  The strain of being on my feet so
long, carrying around the gigantic melons spilling over the top of my bunny
costume, had been more than I'd ever expected.  The little puffy tail was
pressing into the small of my back, but for the moment I was too tired to
move.

"Two things," Betty was saying.  "One, yes, I AM mad at you- you came
THIS close," holding her thumb almost touching her forefinger, "This close
to spending the next half a century or more!- as an inflatable sex doll, handed
down from one generation of college boys to the next."

"Two," she continued, "That wasn't the reason for today's show.  It's
just..." she picked up the remote, holding it gently, even fondling it.  "It is
just such a tremendous, new  thrill to have this... this POWER over
someone," she said with a cheerfully drunk smile.

Lisa had gloated about how they'd... 'influenced' Betty into feeling that way,
that she'd feel SO excited about being able to toy with me that she'd be
unable to resist using the remote on me.  I, in turn, found myself unable to
say a word about how the Rosens had played with their good friend's mind.

For her part, Betty waved me over to sit by her, and so I levered myself up
and went over to her where she was lounging on the couch.  We had our
usual grope session moving our tits out of each others' way, womanhandling
each others rack long after we'd meshed together into a cuddlesome ball of
femininity.

Things went well until I said "You know, sugar, anytime you're Betty and
you want me to go down on you, you don't need any magic toys to MAKE
me want that."

She took her lips from my right nipple to ask "And what about Bert?"

Even after all this time, I could so easily forget, when holding Betty's
heavenly, hyper-voluptuous body in my arms, that she was born male and
given the power to shapeshift by her sorcerer friend.  "You know," she
continued, "Bert is as much a part of who I am as this body is," she said,
gesturing at her ample chest.  "Sometimes, Marcia, I get the feeling you don't
feel the same towards Bert as you do when I'm playing dress-up as Betty."

"Well," I said, looking for a safe way through this sudden minefield, "I've
always been straight, plain hetero before I met you, at the Rosens' place.  I'm
just not used to-"

Her eyes lit up and she snatched the remote as I realized the depth of my
mistake.

"Well of COURSE, honey, if it's just a matter of getting you used to it," she
said with a smile, as she pressed one of the arrow keys on the remote.  I felt a
faint feeling of magic wash over me-not as strong as when I'd completely
changed, more subtle...

That's when I noticed the back of the couch.  When I'd sat down I could
easily see over the top of it, now it was above my eye level, rising as I
watched.  The couch, and Betty herself, were getting larger and larger...

She stopped while I was still more than four feet tall, but not much more. 
My bunny costume still fit- or at least, as much as it had before.  Betty stood
up and told me to get up- I got up.  I knew if I balked, she'd just use the
remote to get me to obey... among other things.

She embraced me and we danced.  She was at least a head, head and a half
taller than me now... on the plus side, her embrace was keeping my face
buried between her amazing boobs.  Net win for me, I decided, resting my
head between those wondrous orbs.

It didn't last long.  Suddenly she was changing into he, massive boobs
shrinking into Bert's broad massive shoulders.  I was facing Bert's
washboard stomach, and suddenly a massive hand cradled my chin, lifting
my face up.  Bert smiled down at me from way up there, and took the remote
in hand again.

I shrank again, just a bit, and now in my face was Bert's crotch, bulging
ominously.  He chuckled and my boobs grew out, just enough to free them
from my bunny costume.  "Just perfect," he breathed, as I heard the metal in
his zipper tinkling under the strain.

He pushed one more button, and then set the remote down.  I didn't notice it
at first, blinded by the sudden searing NEED I could feel like an icy claw
between my legs.  I looked at that INCREDIBLE physical specimen that Bert
was, a giant, muscular and handsome enough to make a mannequin's nipples
perk up, and with a weapon that could conquer me ANYTIME...

I was so deeply lost in heat, I didn't even notice I'd wrapped my little arms as
far around as they'd go, embracing this big huge hunk of man, panting softly
as his beautiful crotch bulged rhythmically against my cheek.  "Please, Bert, I
need it I need it SO bad PLEASE-"

"Tell you what, Jiggles... if you suck it, THEN you can fuck it," he said
with a grin.  In some distant corner of my mind I remembered he'd put this
compulsion, this all-consuming need into me, but the ONLY thing that
mattered to ME was that I could get to ride the wild Bert once I'd sucked his
heavenly staff.  I squealed in delight and grabbed at his zipper, but a giant
hand grabbed both of mine and held them.  Easily.

"Of course, before you can suck you'll have to show me the trick you did
with your tits, where you made them counter-rotate!"

He laughed at the way I snatched my bunny suit down and jumped out of it
the moment he let go of my arms.  In just my high heels, cuffs, collar and
bunny ears I rolled my shoulders and chest the way Tony had helped me
learn, and in another couple of minutes Bert was watching me intently, my
right tit rolling clockwise while the left twin was spinning counterclockwise.

Then giant arms scooped me up and carried me back into the bedroom.  I
looked in his angelic face and could only feel total, unconditional yes-I'll-
marry-you-and-have-your-kids love.  That, and an attack of horniness that
would burn through three-inch steel.

AS he dropped his pants and lay on the bed I lunged at him, getting as much
of his foot long dong in my tiny little mouth as I could, working my lips and
tongue for all they were worth.  I even caught almost all of his wads, leaving
just a couple of trails of cum running down my chin.  I looked up and smiled
at him, his jism glistening on my lips as he reached over to the night stand-

The compulsion was gone, he had made me need his cock, made me insane
with horniness, and as I started to get back up he picked me up in his huge
strong hands, pulling me closer to-

"Bert, NO!!  I'm too SMALL now you're too-

"A deal's a deal," he said and impaled me.  The pain of his awesome weapon
pushing up into my tiny cunt ripped through me. FAR worse than that first
night when he'd taken my cherry.  The pain didn't let up, either, as my
swollen clit was mashed and massaged by his pipeline.  My screams were
equal pleasure and pain as he spurted deep into me and I came and came and
came...

Mercifully he only did me for twenty minutes or so, and as I stumbled back
into the bathroom to clean up I was truly surprised there was no blood.  More
of the Rosens' magic, like my infinite capacity for sperm, to keep their toys
from breaking.  He'd been so deep in me when he came, I'd expected to taste
it.

As I came out of the bathroom, more good news: Lisa was sitting on the bed,
watching Bert sleep.  The look on her face was so tender, so loving as she
watched him sleep, I almost didn't recognize her.  I could tell she genuinely
cared about him... no wonder they let him play with me so much.

She looked at little girl me with amused contempt.  "I'm guessing putting
your mouth at crotch level was your idea?  To save wear and tear on your
knees?" she asked sweetly.

"I'm guessing the party with the students the last couple of days was your
idea," I answered, too tired to worry about the consequences.  She was here
to what she was here to do.  She'd do it.  Period.

"Me, bitch?!?  You're blaming that on ME?" she demanded.  I noticed Bert
didn't get up even with all this noise... more witchery, no doubt.

She jumped up and strode over, and before I could do anything she'd
grabbed my by my right nipple and lifted me bodily off the ground!!

I screamed but no sound came out, a she pulled me up face to face: "Listen
whore!" she snarled.  "That entire bit was YOUR doing.  ALL you!" and
threw me to the floor with a crash.  She looked down at me, smiling as I
scampered away in panic, hit the corner of the room and unconsciously tried
to make myself as small as possible as she loomed up over me, laughing.  "I
gotta say, though, I REALLY enjoyed watching THAT show.  I'm already
looking forward to the sequel."

I tried to talk, to beg, to surrender but still no words came out, and I noticed
my mouth wasn't working, I reached up to my lips- which were gone,
replaced by a dick and a small pair of nuts.  She burst out laughing again at
the way my eyes bugged out crosseyed at the cock under my nose.

"I really should have fixed it so Bert would have taken longer to find you,
maybe a month, maybe twenty years... but I'll have all the time in the world
for that..."

She kneeled down by me and smiled, taking my chin in hand and raising my
face as Bert had done so sweetly with me so short a time ago... "I've passed
the tests, I've satisfied my promise with Daddy.  I can switch genders now,
and so, as far as YOU'RE concerned, I'm free to do my worst.  And I will."

As I cowered there, my hands stealing to my face to feel the dick I'd been
wanting so badly for- I saw her take a pencil and walk over to the night
stand. Suddenly the wall was gone and I was cowering directly in front of
her. 

 "Bert's already read you the riot act about playing with the remote.  Let's just
let him think you'd found a way past his command not to touch it," she said
with a smile, and tapped one of the buttons with the pencil.

Instantly I was contracting again, as she dropped the pencil to make it look
like I had after the change started.  She looked down on my, smiling
contentedly and left.

After a couple of hours, Bert woke up.  He wasn't smiling.  "Okay, Marcia, I
warned you and-" he'd picked up the remote and aimed it at me- then smiled
and put it down.  A suit and tie morphed onto him and he picked me up and
put me in his pocket.

I heard the tones from his bedside phone.  "Hello Natalie... yeah it's Bert...
yeah, great... me too... Listen would you like to have dinner tonight... yeah,
I'm sorry but someone else canceled on me... sure," he clicked off and I
could tell from the steady sway he was moving.

I could hear but not see as he drove, got out, and I heard a woman's voice,
distorted like all the sounds (I know, I know, the miracle was that I could
hear at all.   Then back in the car, with her.  Getting out again... from the
music I guessed it was a restaurant.  Small talk, laughs over old times and old
friends.

They danced, close enough for me to feel the pressure as they embraced.  She
asked Bert if he still had to move around so much in his job as an engineer-
his 'cover' when his friends were wondering where Bert was, when he was
playing Betty- and he said yes... but he had a few days off now...

They were strangely quiet in the car, exchanging occasional murmurs or
sighs, but no real words.

I eventually noticed the pocket I was in was bulging and bending- after a
moment's panic, I realized Bert had taken off his shirt.  Eventually fingers
like tanker trucks reached in and picked me up.  A brief pull, and I could see
and hear much more clearly, as I was slipped out of- I saw a lovely black
woman sprawled back on a bed, in an unfamiliar bedroom, her firm supple
breasts crowned with tightly perked nipples, here eyes locked on Bert's
massive manhood-

And then the head of his dick filled my face and I tasted his precum as I felt
my body somehow rolling down the shaft-

I was a condom!

It felt almost funny, not going into shock... maybe I WAS getting
accustomed to the Rosens'' little magic tricks.  Until Bert pressed me against
the head of his footlong, thick manhood and rolled my tight, seamless body
down its length I would never have guessed I'd been transformed into a
condom.

After all Lisa and her father had done, it just wasn't enough to surprise me.

The back of my 'head' was rubbing and stroking on something soft,
slippery, pliant and warm.  Natalie must have gotten wet when she saw the
size of Bert's member.  He was a giant of a man in every measurement...
when he was being a man.  I wondered if Natalie knew about his
sexchanging games with the Rosens, as suddenly I was buried under a hot,
heavy mass-

Okay, to be fair, from the one glimpse I got of her the only excess fat she had
was exactly where men enjoyed seeing it, but from my vantage point, her
cunt was a hole deep enough to bury me- which Bert was doing, repeatedly,
faster and faster and then he slowed down, and I could feel Natalie tightening
around me, squeezing me as Bert kept driving in and out...

It seemed like forever, Bert driving faster and then slowing as Natalie came
and came and came... then Bert was going faster and faster and FASTER
until what felt like gallons and buckets and tubs of cum spewed from his
head.  I could feel myself expand, and even tasting the wads and wads of
jism I was being inflated with.

Bert kept making love to this Natalie lady for at least an hour before they
stopped and just lay together for a bit, cuddling.  I was still wrapped along
the length of Bert's crankshaft, wondering how long he was going to keep
me in this state and trying ever so hard to pretend I wasn't jealous of Natalie.

Finally Bert excused himself and went into the bathroom, where he
unceremoniously peeled me from his submarine and dropped me on the floor. 
Then he cleaned himself off, and pulled out the remote from the pile of
clothes he carried with him.

I felt a jolt as I was changed into- I couldn't tell before the next jolt hit and I
was back in a confined, enclosed space- a condom wrapper, I realized as Bert
pulled me out, then rolled me down the length of his awesome manhood. 
Then he went back to pleasing Natalie for another hour or so.

After he pulled out, finally, he peeled me off and dropped me in the garbage
can in Natalie's bathroom and left, turning out the light.  Aside from the taste
of his sperm, all I was aware of at all was the soft shape that propped up my
left side, like lying half-on a mattress.  Before he'd turned the light out, I saw
what it was: a discarded panty liner.

I eventually drifted off to the strange 'sleep' I still experienced, even when
experiencing 'life' as an inanimate object... I woke up, crusted with dried
semen, just in time to see Natalie drop her robe and step into her bath.  I
couldn't see her bath, lying at the bottom of a garbage can like this, but what
I saw... no wonder Bert had chosen her to introduce me to life as a condom.

After Natalie got out I had the pleasure of watching her towel off, admittedly
from a rather unusual viewpoint.  Then Bert came in, took a leak and left.

Some long time later I was shooting up from the bottom of the garbage can,
restored at last to my original- no, I kept trying to remind myself, my original
form was a MAN, not this platinum blonde bimbo with a perfectly rounded
ass and perfectly incredible melons.

But even as I could see the spectacle I was making in the mirror, hugging my
mind-bogglingly female body for the sheer joy of being back in it, I had to
admit I was genuinely glad to be in this curvaceous bodacious voluptuous
body.

Bert was standing in the doorway, holding the remote up.  "Well, Jiggles,
have you figured out YET how dangerous this little toy can be?"  That wasn't
fair, I remembered- Lisa had popped in and set it up to LOOK like I'd been
playing-

I felt my mouth open on it's own.  "I'm sooooo sorry, Bert," I cooed, batting
my eyelashes at him.  "I know you told me not to play with it, and I was a
very bad girl to do it," I said, dropping my head in shame.  Of course...
she'd have me admit to playing with the remote to encourage Bert to punish
me.  Good job, Lisa!  "I'm sorry," I continued in my high little-girl voice,
pouting.

Bert wasn't impressed- then again, he probably used the pouting trick on Mr.
Rosen when Bert changed himself into Betty.  "I'll have to smuggle you out
of here," he said.  I braced myself as he lifted the remote at me...

And in a moment I saw Bert was getting even taller, taller... the carpet I was
standing on looked like tightly bunched coils of rope... thick rope... it was a
nest of thick vines and I found myself starting to have trouble keeping my
footing...

Finally Bert pocketed the remote and walked over to me- a yacht crashed
down beside me!- no, that was just Bert's shoe.  Then he picked me up
between his thumb and forefinger.  I gasped, seeing how his finger was
almost as thick as I was tall, and then he was wrapping me up in a roll- more
likely, a single square- of toilet paper, and dropped me in his pocket.

I rolled and bounced along, unable to see anything, unable to hear clearly,
unable to right myself after a random bump left me upside-down.  At long
last we reached his car and pulled me out of the smothering confines of all
that tissue paper.  I was even glad when he pointed the remote at me.

It was a funny feeling, as the seat material seemed to draw up together under
my feet.  He stopped, though, when I wasn't much taller than five inches. 
"Now you just sit your pretty little butt down, Barbie Doll, and try to stay out
of trouble," he said with a grin as he started the motor.

"Bert, PLEASE, aren't you going to get me bigger than this?" I yelled up to
him without thinking, and of course he pulled out the remote and I felt my tits
getting bigger.  "Oh, it's- it's okay, Bert!  Really!  I'm fine," I assured him
and sat my pretty little butt down, resting my (on my scale) gargantuan tits on
my knees.

Once home he set me down on the floor and strolled off into the kitchen.  For
me it was like walking the length of a football field- staggering, actually, with
my boobs rolling and swaying in their own ever-changing directions.

When I finally reached the kitchen, I saw Bert had changed into beautiful
buxom Betty, in a fantastic leather & chains ensemble that would have scared
de Sade.  Her stiletto heels were the least dangerous-looking part of her
clothing.  The way her skin-tight outfit covered her whole body while
concealing absolutely nothing only accentuated the fact that I was completely
naked, vulnerable, and at her mercy in every way.

"After your little games with the remote, you certainly have it coming girl,"
she said, trying to sound fierce without breaking into a grin.  "And I DID
promise Steve that I'd give this little toy a workout," she concluded, pointing
the remote at me.

I almost fell as the wall I'd been leaning against started sliding down as I
grew and grew... she stopped me at four feet tall.  Even without her spiked
heels she'd have towered over me, but I hardly noticed.  As I'd grown, my
tits scaled up with me, and those barrels of flesh were a hell of a load.  Betty
took me by my arm and led me to a chair in the kitchen, but as I was turning
to sit she pulled me around and pushed me against the back of the chair.

Top-heavy already, I half-fell over the back.  She grabbed my arms and I saw
she already had handcuffs attached to the top of the front legs.  I struggled
momentarily against my bigger, stronger friend and then she had me secured,
first my arms, then my legs which had been left dangling in mid-air.  She
kneeled down and, pushing and pulling and enjoying herself worked my
right tit up and back through the back of the chair, before going around to do
the other one.

Betty stood back a moment, admiring her handiwork, and explained "The
remote has a button that I use to restore you to your regular female body after
you fuck up and turn yourself into whatever," she said, like explaining to a
dull fourth-grader.  She'd walked around in front of me, but the way I was
bent it was hard to crane my neck up to look- but I did when I heard a vicious
CRACK!! right in front of me...

Betty was holding a big leather belt, from the size, one of Bert's.  "I'm...
curious to see if welts and such can be removed by the remote," she said and
walked back around me.  Even knowing what was coming, I still thrashed
against my restraints as a strip of fire was laid across my ass.

"There, that should be enough for our experiment," I heard her say. 
CRACK!!  Another line of pain drawn across my ass, and CRACK!! a stripe
of burning fire across my legs and...

Betty let up after twenty, untying me and even hugging me.  I knew her
genuine feelings for me were conflicting with the compulsions the Rosens
had given her to play with their remote control and enjoy the effects on me.

That was when the phone rang, and Betty peeled away from me to go answer
it.  "Tony!... yeah, sure... okay, yeah, fine.  Bye."  "Tony's coming over,"
she said cheerfully.  We'd better finish up Phase One..." she trailed off,
while the thought hit me: Phase ONE?!?

She pressed a button, with no effect, turning me around to confirm I still bore
her stripes on my rear end.  Then she hit another button, and I was falling
into another shape- Oh God no Tony's coming she'll make me-

And then I was restored back- not nearly as tall as when I'd first been
changed into his ultrafeminine body, and the burning sensation on my ass
and legs told me that the welts from my spanking were still quite evident. 
"Come here," Betty ordered, "I want to try something."

She stood me in the doorway, and raised the remote at me, and asked "Okay,
what just happened."

"You told me to come here," I replied, curious about where she was going
with this, "And so I came, Mistress."  Betty laughed with glee.

"So, Marcia, you don't remember anything between when you walked over
here and when I asked?"

"No, Mistress," but I was starting to get a good idea.  I knew the remote
could control my words and actions... I guessed she'd loaded me up with
some suitably subservient commands, the magic equivalent of post-hypnotic
suggestions.  I wondered with a growing sense of dread what she'd planted
in me, and her eyes twinkled seeing the fear and uncertainty in my face.

When Tony arrived for lunch, he did an impressive double-take upon seeing
us.  Betty was still in her skintight leather domme outfit.  Even though her tits
were fully covered, the skintight leather molded to each one individually,
making for an effect even more striking than the handcuffs, riding crops and
whip hanging from her belt.

One look at me in my skimpy little French maid costume would be ample
evidence of who was in charge here.  The delicate gold chain Betty held,
which was attached to my pink satin collar, was overkill.  It took five inch
heels just to bring me up to four and a half feet, and I was showing so much
cleavage Tony could see how perky my nipples were.  He also enjoyed the
way my rack bounced and swayed as I curtsied and said "Good day,
Master."

Betty unhooked my chain so I could serve the luncheon prepared, and then
stand by in case either one desired anything.  Tony desired to feel me up, and
I REALLY hated telling him I existed merely for his pleasure and he was
entitled to any liberties he wished with me.  Master.  For his part, he loved
the way my microskirt was long enough to hide the waistband of my panties,
but not much more.  He'd order me to walk into the kitchen and back just to
enjoy the show, and the way I had to answer every order with "Yes, Master."

I ate and cleaned up after them, when they left for Betty to bring in the
Rosens' mail and Tony to get some shopping in.  When Betty got back I was
switched into just G-string and tassels, and danced for her pleasure as she
relaxed in her living room, enjoying the entertainment from her little slave
girl.

After a while, Betty sauntered off into the kitchen and came back with a list
and her credit card.  "You've got some shopping to do, Jiggles," she said and
handed me the list and her credit card.

"I can't go out like this," I said, indicating the scrap of lace and tassels that,
aside from my heels, were all I was wearing.

"You can if I TELL you to!!" She shot back, and then laughed at the terror in
my eyes.

"Don't worry," she said, as she used the remote to bring me back up to my
normal height... or at least, the 'normal' for my female body.  "There's a
button here to make you street-legal," she said, and pressed it.

I guess there were streets in the red-light district where my clothes would be
legal... but just barely.  Speaking of bare, the tiny strip of tube top I had on
was stretched out to a wide mesh, at least an inch wide or so in front- and
even stretched, it didn't quite cover all my nipples.  My skirt was a bit longer,
though it was still plain I was wearing thong panties.

I marched out without another word and drove to the center mall.  The
supermarket there was crowded, and I was drawing icy glares from the ladies
and bulging eyes and tongues from the men.  After the third time a display
case was knocked over by a nipple-blinded man, a stock boy was dispatched
to gather up the items on my list.

By the time he returned with the cart, I'd attracted a pretty sizable following. 
Dozens volunteered to help me take my purchases out and put them in the
trunk... and to grope me at every conceivable opportunity.

By the time I was back and Betty had reduced me back down to four feet- she
really got a kick out of me having to look way up at her 5-foot-and-change
frame, even in heels- it was after four o'clock, so I whipped up a taco salad
for us.  As we ate, Betty gave me the bad news: The Rosens were back, and
Betty was expected back at work the next morning.  My presence was
expected, too.

Even after washing up and dancing for my Mistress again, my mind was
hurtling through various possibilities... none of them much good.  If they
were back, then Lisa must have mastered that sex-changing trick... and under
the promise she'd made to her father, she was free to change me any way she
wanted.  So far, the ways she liked to change me hadn't been too pleasant. 
Judging from the way she'd acted when she popped in the other night-

My reveries were ended as Betty changed back into Bert, and tugged me over
by my gold chain.  As he led me into the bedroom, and I saw what was
coming down, I panicked and fell to my knees.

"Please Master, PLEASE don't make me take your divine sex between my
legs!!" I bawled.  "As small as you've pleased to make my body for your
entertainment, Master, you are just too big a man for a little girl like me!  I'm
begging you Master, PLEASE!!  It HURTS too much, Master!"

Bert looked down at his little Barbie Doll begging ever so sweetly, and gently
lifted me to my feet.

"Hey, no problem, Jiggles," he said, wiping the tear running down my
cheek. "If you'd rather suck me than fuck you, I guess that's all right."

"THANK you SO much, Master" I gushed sincerely.  I was ecstatic!  Bert
was going to let his little girl suck his dick instead of impaling me on that
mammoth weapon...

I realized how that sounded- but, it WAS how I felt about this big, beautiful
gentle and compassionate hunk- wait, when did I start thinking of Bert as a-

And then his thick solid foot of throbbing cock was in my face and I kissed
the head, smiled up at him and ran my tongue down it's length before
swallowing up all of that amazing dick that I could.  I played with the shaft
with my lips and lovingly tongued him.  I realized I was actually happy that
HE enjoyed this, as his hot jism started gushing into me and I had to
concentrate on my speed-swallowing.

I sucked him for an hour, he ate me to an untold number of mind-shattering
orgasms over about half an hour- in my smaller frame, his tongue was quite a
tight fit in my twat, but it didn't hurt and it did drive me well past Ecstasy
Factor Nine.

After that he lay back on the bad, a smile on his lips and a small but
incredibly busty girl sucking on his cock.  After about another hour he told
me that he'd come enough for the moment.  I felt so good, cradled in his
strong and gentle arms that I hardly even had a thought for the nightmare that
I'd surely face the next day.

By eight o'clock Friday morning we were both at the Rosen mansion.  Betty
and I both were in the skimpy maid uniforms that Mr. Rosen preferred, and
Betty had even increased my height to 5' 1".  She hoped that Lisa would be
happy enough with me always having to look up to her.  Betty led the way in
and after I tried to brace myself for whatever sadistic fun Lisa would want at
my expense.

Inside, Lisa stopped and hugged Betty, gushing over how glad she was to be
back, while I stood silently by and let her boyfriend Ken paw me.  I wasn't
under her usual mental compulsions, but I knew if I drew back she'd make
me do a LOT more than merely let him play with my tits.  Lisa was telling
Betty about all the FUN she'd had, learning to switch people's genders
around, how much she enjoyed altering them in the most basic level
imaginable.

As Lisa and Ken headed down around the corner toward the kitchen I pulled
Betty close and whispered "If that psycho bitch's idea of fun is-"

"I don't approve of people talking about my daughter in those terms,
Marcia."  Mr. Rosen was standing right behind us.  "I don't approve at all,"
he said, a dildo appearing in my mouth to emphasize the point.

Mr. Rosen didn't embrace Betty as long as Lisa had, but then, Lisa hadn't
been copping feels, either.  He told Betty to file the notes he'd taken on the
students he'd seen, noting that even the other Mages present had all agreed
that Lisa was far and away the most talented and powerful one there, in the 5
to 150 years age group.

After Betty left, Mr. Rosen marched me up to his room, went over to his bed
and sat down with his pants undone.  As I knelt demurely before him, he said
"Jiggles, I think you should put your mouth to better use than slandering my
daughter," and unleashed his fifteen-inch cock in my face.

I smiled as my dildo vanished and opened my mouth as wide as it would go,
straining to get as much of his cannon in my mouth as I could.  I'd just barely
got my lips past the head of the monster when my lips sealed tight, as usual,
to avoid spillage.  As I started sucking and licking as hard and fast as I could
he sat back and smiled a contented smile, then chuckled as usual at the way
my cheeks bulged out as he spurted wad after wad after huge salty wad into
me as I swallowed hard and fast.

As I kept working on his dick- his refractory time, of course, was zero, he
kept casually jetting copious volumes into my mouth.  Betty came with a
phone call, which he took, and Lisa just dropped in a few times, too, just to
watch me struggling to swallow fast enough.

After an hour or two, he stopped, and unsealed my lips so I could lick the
end of his cock clean.  Then I stood up, and he said  "Jiggles, I don't know if
it's all the practice or you're just a natural-born dick sucker, but you ARE one
of the most talented mouths I've ever graced with my dong."

"Thank you, Mr. Rosen, sir.  I'm just so glad that you enjoy putting your
most exalted manhood in the mouth of this unworthy slut.  The honor of
drinking your seed is beyond doubt the high point of my life..." I was made
to verbally abuse myself in this fashion for another couple of minutes.  Then
my clothes vanished down to a scrap-of-lace G-string and matching pink
tassels, as my boobs grew enormously.

Suddenly there was another girl in the room with us, similarly attired,
similarly top-heavy.  "Gail," he said to the girl.  "You've been relieved from
your position of Number One Cocksucking Slut."

Then I remembered where I'd seen her, on the top shelf of Mr. Rosen's
Harem, a glass case where he kept, as miniaturized statues, all the sex slaves
he'd collected over- wait a minute.

I barely had time to see the half-glad, half-pitying look she gave me as I knelt
down behind her and stuck my tongue as far up her ass as I could.  I gave it
one wriggle and-

I found myself locked into position, unable to move- or even breathe, but
conscious and alive... conscious of being one of Mr. Rosen's collection of
feminized sex toys, frozen in place with my tongue up another girl's ass...
alive only so that he can restore me, anytime he wants a blowjob.

This turned out to be after lunch, and I was suddenly facing his gigantic dick. 
I again had my lips bonded to his shaft, made to suck and swallow for an
hour and a half- then back in the display case, with my tongue up another
girls butt... the same position I was returned to after Mr. Rosen's mid-
afternoon blowjob... and his after-dinner blowjob...

Like most men, Mr. Rosen thought the best way to get up in the morning was
with a woman's lips wrapped around his cock.  Unlike most men, he got it.

I passed the whole day like that, either frozen with my tongue up my
predecessor's ass or with my lips stuck on Mr. Rosen's fifteen-inch jism
bazooka.  And the day after that... and the day after that... I tried talking,
begging, pleading- ANYTHING, but the only words I was capable of were
the flowery, humiliating thanks I had to give Mr. Rosen for the 'honor' of
sucking his dick.

Another day passed, and another... Betty would be trying her damnedest to
intervene for me again, try to make Mr. Rosen see reason- or, at least, have
pity... I had my lips locked on to Mr. Rosen's love hose trying to swallow
the torrent of cum when I realized I'd lost track of how many days I had been
stuck as his favorite mouth to use.  I think I'd been here for ten days...
eleven?  The police would be looking for me by now, but even if they
thought to look in Mr. Rosen's display case, they'd never connect this statue
of a slut French-kissing another girl's ass with me...

After the mid-afternoon suck session, out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa
standing there.  "Hello, sperm bank," she said, quite gaily, in fact.  "I guess
by now, you're starting to get worried about when Bert, your knight in
shining armor, is going to come racing in to rescue his damsel in distress,
hmmm?"

I couldn't move, or speak, only kneel there, tonguing another slut's ass while
listening to Lisa say "Well, you'll be happy to know that we've put Betty's
mind PERFECTLY to rest.  She's convinced now that you've been restored
to your original, allegedly male body and gone back to your exciting thrill-a-
minute life as a stockbroker."

"In other words, dear sweet cocksucking slut Marcia, she thinks you're
already rescued!  The only people," Lisa continued triumphantly, "The
ONLY people who know you're here are me and Daddy."

"Oh, and here he comes now," she said, flashing her most self-satisfied smile
ever. 

"Hope you're thirsty."

My mind was whirling at Lisa's news, that they'd lied to Betty... so now she
didn't know I was still being kept here- and wouldn't be trying to intercede
with these sorcerers on my behalf-

Thoughts of Betty and how she wouldn't be coming to my rescue were cut
off as I was suddenly full size, kneeling before Mr. Rosen, smiling my same
damnable simpering smile as I strained to get the end of his massive cock into
my mouth.  He smiled as well, as his magic sealed my lips to his dick and he
started pumping cum into me by the pint.  My tongue flew gently and
delightfully over the head of his shaft as he kept spewing wad after wad into
my mouth.

After an hour or so, he released my lips so I could lick him clean, and thank
him- at length- for the privilege of sucking his dick.

Then I was again a miniature in Mr. Rosen's display case, kneeling with my
tongue as far up the ass of another girl as I could get.  In the case I was
immobile, incapable of moving a molecule.  Outside, when restored, I was a
puppet, moving and speaking only at Mr. Rosen's direction.  In either
situation, I was completely helpless, unable to do or say anything on my
own, only for Mr. Rosen's entertainment.  Betty had been my only friend,
my only hope since being caught up in this nightmare, and again, now, my
only hope of ever getting out of here.  And, as Lisa so gleefully informed me,
Betty thought I had already been released, and so she wouldn't be coming to
my rescue...

The next morning, giving Mr. Rosen his wake-up blowjob, I realized I was
wishing that this was Bert's dick I was wrapping my lips around!!

I had always been a straight, hetero male- at least, until I'd gotten on the
wrong side of these wizards.  Bert/Betty's ability to change shape, and the
way he enjoyed transforming himself into a she, had seemed bizarre, even
repulsive when I first learned about it.  Bert reveled in his ability to become
female at will, and had even taken a job as the Rosens' maid!  But even
sensing how I was felt about her variable sexual identity, she had helped me,
pleaded my case to the Rosens... she had loved me.  HE had loved me-

Mr. Rosen's cock gushed fresh hot jism into me, again and again in multiple
wads.  Again I found myself thinking of Bert.  He'd used the power the
Rosens' had given him over me, yes, and made me suck his dick, too.  But it
had FELT different with that playful little shapeshifter.  Bert had truly cared
about me, as a person, not just using me for a sperm receptacle.  Mr. Rosen
had used his magic to give me the 'power' to swallow unlimited amount of
sperm.  As another torrent of cum sprayed into my mouth, I realized
preferring Bert's cock was a sign of incipient homosexuality- no, I was a
woman now- but felt like-

But felt like crying, even knowing I could only smile sweetly and make
pleasurable gurgling sounds as I chugged Mr. Rosen's sperm.

Frozen once more in the display case, I found my thoughts straying back to
Bert/Betty again.  Loving Betty was a no-brainer: A mind-bendingly stacked
blonde with an angelic face and perfect hourglass figure, sweet and loving
and compassionate.  When she was Bert, a muscular six-and-a-half foot
Incredible Hunk of a man... he was still as kind and gentle to me as the
Rosens would permit...

Okay.  I could love Bert.  So what did that make me?  It made me, I realized
as Mr. Rosen came in for his afternoon pleasure, a captive sex toy.

Days passed...

And then Betty was here!!  I saw her in front of the display case, looking
carefully around in her skimpy little maid's outfit, and then she opened the
case and, after a twist and a turn, disengaged my tongue from my fellow
statuette's ass with an audible "pop."

Still an immobile statuette myself, her hand was an invitingly warm blanket,
covering me, protecting me.  "I've got to sneak you back home.  The remote
control may be able to-"

"And WHERE are you going, young lady?!?" Mr. Rosen demanded.  Betty
halted- she had no choice, I knew from my own experience- and dutifully
handed me back over to Mr. Rosen.  "Why were you taking my favorite
cocksucker, Betty?" he demanded.

"Mr. Rosen, sir," Betty started, and I could hear the tremor in her voice. 
"Marcia is- she's not evil, she's NOT like the dangerous creeps you usually
catch to play with!  She just got on Miss Lisa's bad side- and Lisa's obsessed
now with hurting her for it- and Marcia doesn't deserve all this!!"

Betty's voice had risen to a defiant tone- not one that I'd take when dealing
with this family.  "Marcia has been punished enough.  WAY more than
enough.  I know you don't like... interfering with your daughter's games,
but she DOES go too far sometimes," Batty concluded.

I braced myself for the terrible, demeaning THINGS he was about to
transform the both of us into... and Mr. Rosen actually smiled.  "Well, Betty,
you and Lisa have always been rather... headstrong.  I can see why the two
of you are such good friends."

And I was suddenly restored- still an overstacked blonde babe in a G-string
and tassels, but I could move and talk on my own again!!

"But," Mr. Rosen was saying, "Lisa WAS the injured party here- or, would
have been.  Remember, Marcia initiated all of this trying to pressure Lisa into
bed.  So, she'll have the final say in the matter..."

"I'll turn that slut into a toilet in New York's Grand Central Station before I'll
let her go!!" Lisa's eyes were flashing in a most dangerous manner.  It had
taken a half hour's begging and pleading from Betty to soften Lisa's position
this far.  I, of course, had no say in the matter, Lisa having wished a dildo
strapped into my mouth on seeing me free from Mr. Rosen's display case.

Betty pleaded, cajoled, begged and promised, while Lisa kept looking at me
the way one looks at a bird dropping on their car.  After a while, though, it
became apparent that as much as Lisa loathed and despised me, she liked
Betty even more... "Okay," Lisa said, finally exasperated with the whole
mess.

"You are a girl, now and forever.  I've locked the change into you, now,"
she said with an evil smile, "And I'm the ONLY Mage on the planet who can
unlock it!"  I glanced over and caught the look in Betty's eyes, and nodded
my agreement: it didn't seem very likely.

"Two," Lisa continued, twisting my nipple savagely to make sure she had my
attention.  "Marcia the cocksucking whore WILL suck off at least twenty men
every day, at Howard's bar, as well as spend at least an hour on Bert's shaft. 
If for whatever reason," she turned to Betty, "You don't feel like being Bert
on any given day, Jiggles here will then suck at least fifty dicks."

Turning back to me she said "Marcia, you are now Betty's property.  You
really don't deserve a friend like Betty, here, but if letting you go will make
HER happy, then..." she trailed off, obviously not liking the idea of me
getting off so lightly. 

"Bounce your jugs up and down if you agree, Sperm Bank," Lisa said.  My
enormous rack was, as always, in constant motion, but Lisa got a giggle
watching me jerk up and down in my chair to send my boobs bobbing up and
down.

As Betty and I left, Lisa called out "Oh, Betty!  Hurry up, she has to get her
cocksucking in for today BEFORE midnight!  You'll want to play with her
remote a lot, too, changing her and playing with her.  Otherwise some...
'random' effects could set in," she concluded with a cheerful laugh that
chilled me to the bone.

I was quiet on the drive home.  No choice, as Lisa had left it to Betty to use
her remote to remove my dildo gag, and Betty had left it at home, afraid Mr.
Rosen would have known if she'd brought it to work with her.  In fact, she
explained, it had been the locator light on the remote that had led her to me.

"I was just SO glad, when Lisa told me they'd let you go.  I was kind of...
afraid to go see you, though, because I didn't want Lisa to... to take any
more notice of you."  I shivered, understanding completely.

"But, I really wanted to see you, one more time, just to... to tell you that...
even though we're really from two different worlds, two different lives... I
was hoping that we... we can at least be friends?"

I turned to her, seeing the love and hope in her eyes, and nodded my head
'yes.'  She didn't even laugh at the picture I made, with the dildo in my
mouth, and I loved her for it.

As soon as we were home- I'd become accustomed to thinking of Betty's
house as 'home-' she used the remote to remove the dildo strapped in my
mouth, and to try to reduce my gigantic tits to something I could carry around
with me.  They didn't reduce much- the remote seemed a lot more willing to
increase than to decrease my bust- but at least now their energetic swinging
and swaying would only upset my balance, not actually drag me to the
ground... if I was very, very careful.

With time running out Betty transformed herself into Bert, and I dropped to
my knees to take his huge dick.  Strangely enough, it WAS nowhere near as
embarrassing or demeaning as sucking Mr. Rosen off... or anyone else...

I was going to have to march to make the quota Lisa had set for me- and I
saw Bert getting ready to leave, too.  "You're coming with me?" I asked,
surprised.

"No, Marcia, the thing is... I have a date tonight."  He explained, he wasn't
seeing anyone exclusively- he didn't WANT to be exclusive, right now- he
just knew several friends, ladies and gentlemen he enjoyed the company of.

He hit a button on the remote and dashed out.  I saw the car pulling away as I
left for my own rendezvous of the night, to avoid the Wrath of Lisa.  My car
was gone, of course.  The Rosens must have moved it when the police finally
realized they had a missing... person... on their hands.

Getting a cab was no problem, decked out in a skimpy, highly-revealing
halter, skin-tight shorts and six inch heels.  Convincing the cabby to take a
blowjob instead of the cash I didn't have was even easier.

At Howard's Bar, my usual room was waiting.  Everyone seemed very
happy to see me-

As I sashayed into the little back room, I remembered Bert had offered to use
the remote to, well, 'change' me so I could get through more easily, if not
actually enjoy it.  I thanked him, but declined.  My mind was my own,
after... after however many weeks, and it was the ONLY thing of my own I
still had.  I wanted to keep it that way, even if it meant being in situations
like... this.

An earnest, shaggy-looking young man came in and waved his dick around
in my face.  I smiled sweetly enough at him and obediently took it in my
mouth.  I closed my eyes and thought about Bert.

I made the deadline with several to spare by midnight, but the bar closed at
one in the morning.  I found that while my head and arms were mine to
control, my ass just would NOT lift from my chair, not while I had men
waiting to use me... like the biker waving his dirty prick in my face right
now.  All I could do was to grin and suck it.

I got back home by one-thirty.  Bert was still out.  I wandered into the
kitchen, but wasn't hungry after my trip to Howard's.  I slipped out of my
hooker costume, used the toilet and showered, finally getting as clean as I
was ever going to feel.

Blow-drying my hair I paused to look at all the pictures Bert/Betty had on the
dressing table.  Men, women... that Natalie from... from however many
weeks ago... as I curled up in bed, I found myself wondering if that was
who was enjoying Bert's amazing physique right now...

Stop that, girl!  I snapped at myself.  You are just outrageously LUCKY to
have a friend like Bert at all.  She likes you, all those times she's come to
your rescue, he truly cares for you... just as he cares for all these others, I
thought, crying myself to sleep.

The next morning I'd cleared the tear-tracks off and was waiting in a powder-
blue nightie before Bert came home for a bite of breakfast before reporting to
work.  While he enjoyed leisurely eating breakfast and reading the morning
paper I crawled under the table and had my breakfast at the same time.

He waited for me to have my mandated hour before changing into Betty the
Buxom maid.  We kissed good-bye, and then she hesitated just as she got to
the door.  She went back into her bedroom, and came out with my remote. 
"Might want to tidy up around here," she said with smile, and suddenly I was
also decked out in a tiny little maid's outfit.

After she left I dutifully picked up around the apartment and vacuumed,
trying to sort out my feelings.  Looking at the paper, I saw it was Friday- my
God!  For almost five weeks I'd been held in Mr. Rosen's display case, re-
animated only to suck him off, and then returned to my degrading display...
and it had been two weeks before that when they'd first emasculated me,
transformed me into a pretty frilly plaything- currently a maid for THEIR
maid.

I could still remember being a man, though, and while no real magic was
required to explain the magic hold that Betty had on me, I was wondering if
they had tinkered with my mind- yet again- or, if these... feelings I was
having at the very thought of Bert's bodacious bod were the result of the
physical change.

Yeah, THAT'S the ticket... after all, they'd left me in a female body... an
EXTREMELY female body, I thought, looking down at my vast expanse of
cleavage... maybe that's why I get this excited, weak feeling between my
legs when I-

I thought furiously about brake shoes, deficit financing, baseball and
everything else I could think of to cover up the images parading around in my
head.  I tried to remember my life as MARK Banyon, stockbroker, financier
and successful heterosexual.  I tried very hard to imagine how that man
would react, if he could see my nonstop fantasies of Bert rushing in the front
door, ripping my clothes off and having me roughly, any way he wanted,
right here on the floor.

Then, I went to change into dry panties and finished vacuuming.

Betty called at lunch time.  She said we were going out tonight, and that I'd
have to go get my 'Community Service' out of the way first.  I found a halter
I could (barely) avoid arrest in, even though the front said 'LET YOUR
FINGERS DO THE WALKING." I searched through for the longest skirt in
the house, and found one that actually came down over two inches below my
crotch!

Well over fifty blowjobs later, I could finally make my legs get me up and out
of their.  Maybe Lisa might let me 'credit' blowjobs, to maybe take a day or
two off- no, I realized, if I even suggested it, she'd just up my quota.  And
maybe turn me into a tampon.  Then she'd really get nasty.

I took a taxi back home, trying to convince myself that it was perfectly
natural, thinking of Bert when all those dicks were waving in my face.  I
almost convinced myself, too.

I made a pitcher of iced tea by the time Bert was home, gleefully dancing into
his arms.  For his part he was quite glad to have his arms full of wriggling
horny girl.  After a frenetic hour of mattress gymnastics, we ducked into the
shower to get cleaned up again.

We had just gotten dried off when I was found myself in an absolutely
stunning evening gown.  The backless gown displayed my immense boobs
by not really covering them with criss-cross sheets of pink chiffon so thin
you could see my nipples crinkling, and was slit up far enough to
demonstrate my pussy was still clean-shaven, and was the most demure and
modest thing I'd worn since becoming a girl-

Bert had changed himself, now sporting a rather dapper tux.  "I wanted to tell
you," he said with an apologetic look, "But I couldn't."  As soon as I was
out the front door, I saw what he meant.

We piled into the back of the stretch limo waiting for us, Bert and I joining
Lisa and Ken, as well as Mr. Rosen and his date, a woman I recognized from
Bert's birthday party.  I learned we were going out to celebrate Lisa's
formally graduating with her B.A. degree, as well as her mastery of the
'Final Frontier' of the magic arts.  It turned out that Mr. Rosen's date was
one of the instructors, and even she congratulated Lisa on how completely
her spell was encoded and unbreakable, locking me into femininity forever.

Mr. Rosen's greeting was a civil enough nod, but then Ken asked "Hey
Jiggles, with both those tits, is there room for all of us in here," and he and
Lisa cracked up over it.  All during the ride to Domingo's, one of the finest
restaurants, and even during the meal, the two of them kept up a steady
stream of wisecracks... "Maybe the waiter can bring a tray to rest those on?"
and "I hope this doesn't interfere with your sperm diet," and "Jiggles, if you
give the waiters your usual 'tip,' don't block the aisle with it, okay?" and so
on, all night.

Finally we were done, and back home.  As I watched them drive off, I
couldn't help but notice the chauffeur, and the impressive tits her uniform put
on display.  I wondered if that used to be a guy until he cut one of the Rosens
off in traffic or something...

As Bert was eagerly helping me out of my dress, another thought struck me: I
must have my old male self buried deep down SOMEWHERE in this ultrafox
I'd been transformed into, to notice a hot babe like that... and then Bert was
playing with my nipples and I just melted into his arms.

As he gently carried me to the bed, Bert was very apologetic about the whole
evening.  I brushed it off, as best I could.  I knew it wasn't his idea.

"Bert, honey... there IS something you could do for me," I breathed in his
ear as he held me close, his enormous cock hardening against my thigh.

"Anything, Marcia.  Anything you want."

"Bert... could you, please, change into Betty?"  And right in my arms I felt
him shrink, felt massive mammaries erupt from his- from HER chest, as she
formed into the breathtakingly beautiful woman I loved.

I drew back for a moment, glad that, if anything, my desire for her had
somewhat increased when he became a she.  I laughed from sheer delight,
and bent down to suck one of her lovely erect nipples, enjoying the way she
shuddered as the pleasure rippled through her.

After we'd both had our fill of bearded clam, we cuddled together, gently
playing with each others tits.  I was amusing myself, tracing a finger along
the edge of her rosy melon-sized nipple, moving my finger faster and faster
as it spiraled in and enjoying her short, quick inarticulate cries of pleasure. 
She lazily looked at me and said "Be careful how hot you get me, girl,"
before my gentle fingering drew her back into a haze of sensual delight.

"I warned you," she mock-growled, and threw herself on me- and suddenly I
could feel a very real and very long and VERY thick cock sliding into me,
blinding me with unexpected volleys of orgasms as the massive member slid
up and down my clit...

Hours later, listening to the gentle sound of her breathing, I actually felt
lucky, to be in this situation- as long as I could be with Betty.  Even knowing
I wasn't going to be her one and only... okay, so I felt a little jealous of her
other lovers...

But, ANY time, any way I could spend with her was heaven.  It was even
nice when she'd grown a male dick and... again, I felt that niggling little
voice.  Was I the kind of man who thought it felt 'nice' when a she-male
fucks me?  No, of course not, I'm the kind of woman who feels that way...
maybe I should have asked for an appointment to see a psychiatrist...

They'd given Betty the week-end off, with instructions to 'get used' to using
the remote on me.  As I danced for her pleasure while she ate breakfast, I
wondered if they'd tampered with her feelings any, turned up her
sadomasochistic tendencies a few hundred degrees, or if it was just her
wildly uninhibited, playfully perverted sense of fun that made her reduce me
to an eight-inch doll.

She enjoyed seeing me strut around nude, in just earrings and six-inch heels-
no, actually, she just wanted me used to them so she could get me started in
seven-inch heels.

There was a button on the remote that made me an eager exhibitionist, so Bert
tried that on me before my daily trip to Howard's Bar, to make me less self-
conscious of how I looked strutting around barely dressed.  I came home
UNDRESSED, barely half a minute before the police.  That convinced Bert
that it wasn't such a good idea, but one look at the saucy way I waved my
boobs around for him convinced him to keep the compulsion on until the next
day, when I had to go out.

Monday morning I was considering the psychiatrist option, after my first
appointment with my gynecologist.  I thought being propped up in the
stirrups like that was demeaning enough, until I was introduced to Mr.
Speculum.  Finding out why women always bitch about how cold it was only
added insult to indignity.

The days passed... Bert/ Betty's friends would drop by.  A lot of them were
into 'alternative sexualities,' as they say in the '90s, and whether it was
Bert's friends or Betty's, I tended to wind up in the role of slave girl.

And then there were a few friends who were privy to the magic games at the
Rosens, and as the remote control was passed around I was the
life/entertainment/slut of the party.  Many of them had been... forcibly
introduced into their world, like one of Lisa's old tutors, who had spent a
week as a mushroom, and a classmate who Lisa sincerely tried to help by
adding a couple of feet to her bust, an inch every two or three days.  One was
a she-male stripper who had actually ASKED Lisa to make him grow tits...
from the way s/he looked, Lisa had felt generous that day.

They actually laughed and joked about the transformations the Rosens had
put them through, though of course I had to wonder about their reaction at the
time.  There was, truth to tell, a certain element of fun in exploring the outer
limits of one's own sex... and beyond.  I could even, sometimes, allow
myself the delicious thrill of ENJOYING being controlled, literally body and
soul, by Betty... and, even, Bert.

Tony, my old accountant, especially liked to "just drop by... and while I'm
here, can I play with the slut?"  He'd known me when I was a man- and
knew it was me inside this blonde bombshell.  He was especially fascinated
with the boob-growth button, as well as the one that changed me into an
inflatable sex doll.

And one fine evening, Betty had just come out of the shower.  I took it in my
head to dance- no remote controlled compulsion, but just because she enjoyed
it.  She'd just slipped into a lacy pink teddy she knew I adored on her and sat
on the bed to enjoy the show when we heard a small crash from the living
room, and heard a man curse!

Betty was up and out in a flash, and I heard her cry out as I was dashing
towards the doorway.  I'd only just had time to remember a couple of news
reports the past week of armed burglars breaking into peoples' homes- and
there was a man leveling a sawed-off shotgun at Betty's head as she lay so
still on the floor-

I charged out of the bedroom- or tried to.  Top-heavy tits flailing everywhere,
I went tottering over in my seven-inch stilettos. even as I saw the second man
reach into his jacket-

Seeing ANOTHER overly-busty blonde charging out at them must have made
a hell of a distraction.  I was able to reach the man with the shotgun before he
turned back to Betty- I grabbed him and pulled on the gun as hard as I could,
but could only pull it a few inches- Betty's shoulder exploded in a splash of
gore-

And my world exploded as the man put his weight into smashing the stock of
the rifle into my face.  I tasted blood from where one jagged fragment of
tooth had ripped the hell out of my lip and was bouncing back up from the
couch when the second man shot me.  I felt a rib shatter, shooting searing
pain through my chest.

Another two shots and pain ripped all the way through me- I couldn't feel my
hips and legs, and fell in a bloody, useless heap.  I tried calling out to Betty,
but could only cough up red foam as the man with the shotgun went over
behind the couch to finish her off.

If velociraptors have nightmares, they'd look like what leaped up from where
they'd left Betty's shattered body.  One nasty looking talon hit Shotgun
square in the chest, hard enough I could see blood coming through on the
back of his shirt, then the whole limb twisted, and Shotgun spasmed for a
moment and dropped still.

Pistol was screaming bloody murder, and actually got off a couple of shots-
that bounced off the horrors thick plated scales- before a viciously clawed
pincer grabbed him by the throat.  One shake and his head and body fell in
different directions.

The thing that made the creature in "Alien" look downright cute and cuddly in
comparison strode over to me on razor-taloned claws, kneeled and morphed
back into dear sweet Betty, tears welling up in her big blue little-girl eyes. 
"Marcia, oh please PLEASE God no Marcia-"

I managed to croak out "Bet- Betty, I'm glad you- you're-" and then I was
drowning in red foam, I tried to cough but had no air to cough OUT and the
room was fading down a dull, indistinct tunnel-

My ankle hurt as it hit against the leg of the couch.  I blinked, wondering
what had caused THAT dream and turned to struggle to get on my feet-

I noticed I was lying in a puddle of blood before I noticed I was a black
woman now- same outrageous measurements, different paint job.  Betty
dashed over to help me up, still clutching my remote control.  "You- we- had
settings- different races- you know, for different kinks-" She was babbling
wildly, just barely this side of hysterics, as I planted a deep and loving kiss
on her.

Looking around at the damaged room and bodies, I felt a sudden chill- it
HADN'T been a dream, I'd been shot and-

"I used the remote to- well, to turn you into a different girl... after our
experiment with the, well, when I spanked you, and then turned you back-
the thing is, I don't think we can risk changing you back into your old body
now..."  She trailed off, following my gaze at the scattered carnage that had
been our living room.

"Um, Betty, I kind of think we have bigger problems right now,"" I said,
and once the giggles started we just lost control, laughing insanely at the
urban war zone we were standing naked in.  Once she regained her control,
she stepped over to the phone and hit the speed-dial.

"Hello, Steve?  Listen, we've had an... incident.  Yes... no, we're okay...
but..." She was saying, as the sirens got closer and closer.

Betty formed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt over herself, thumbing the remote
to clothe me- in a see-through pink leotard, of course.  If she was hoping to
blind the cops with my headlights, it didn't work.  They burst in, freaked out
over all the blood, and were starting to look rather suspiciously at the blonde
and the barely-dressed black girl-

And then Mr. Rosen simply appeared- poof!- in the middle of the room.  He
turned to the cops, and said "Okay, move it along.  Nothing to see here."

And the cops simply smiled, and even apologized for the false alarm, and
strolled out.  Turning to us with a grin, Mr. Rosen said "I've always wanted
to do that."

The bodies and blood vanished, and then the damage, just before Lisa
popped into being.  "So, where's all the emergency?" She asked her father
with a knowing smile.

Her father wasn't smiling.  "I've made a SERIOUS mistake," he fumed,
angry with himself.  "If they'd been able to destroy Betty's head, like they
tried, she'd have died on-"

"They tried to kill her?!?!?"  Lisa was FURIOUS!!!  I instinctively backed
away from the enraged sorceress.  "Once I get my hands on-"

"Been there," Mr. Rosen said, pointing towards the corner at two rolls of
toilet paper that hadn't been there a minute ago.  "They weren't quite, actually
soul-severingly dead when I arrived- close," he said, grinning at Betty, "But
no cigar!"

Lisa looked at the two rolls, and smiled.  "So, they tried and missed-"

"No," Betty said firmly.  "Marcia here saved my life.  If she hadn't grabbed
that guy who was going to blow my head off..." she trailed off, drawing one
finger dramatically along her throat.

Then Mr. Rosen took her back into the bedroom, to 're-edit' the
shapeshifting magic he gave Betty, so that if any trauma should decapitate or
destroy her head, her consciousness would be 'saved,' somehow, in her
body.  As they disappeared into the bedroom, I was watching for any
flashes, any sign of-

My nipple was being jerked on, HARD!  I didn't quite tip over as Lisa
yanked me around to face her... as it sank in.  They'd left me alone... with
Lisa.  Her eyes still burned with searing rage as she stared down at me, and I
tried desperately to keep my fear from showing-

And she laughed, not a gentle, friendly laugh, not one I wanted to hear from
an incredibly powerful sorceress who hated my guts.  She pulled me closer
by he savage grip on my nipple and said "Understand ONE thing very,
VERY clearly:  I am NOT going to forgive what you tried to do to me, what
you've been doing to your staff all these years!"

I braced myself to change into... a bug, a tampon, another roll of toilet
paper...

"But," she continued, "Betty IS good people... the best!  And if you're
willing to take a bullet for her, well, maybe- MAYBE there might just be
something half-way human and decent inside you."

She let go her grip on my nipple, and gently patted my tit, smiling at the
ripples it set running across both of them.  "For tonight, Jiggles, you don't
have to do your 'community service' at the bar.  STAY HERE," she said,
nodding at the closed bedroom door.  "BE here for her!"

"Absolutely, Mistress," was all I could say as Lisa walked over and picked
up the former burglars, an imaginative and very nasty smile playing on her
lips.  I knew that smile, and I knew that very soon those two would be
begging to be turned back into toilet paper... if they had mouths.

Good.

She turned to me, and smiled- the first genuinely friendly smile she'd ever
given me.

"You did good, Marcia.  Thank you.  I'll be in touch."

"Yes, Mistress," I said to the empty room.

********  EPILOGUE ********

I tossed the last mutual fund reports into the "To File" bin on my secretary's
desk.  "Good night, Mr. Banyon," she said in reply to my jaunty wave.

I was almost walking on air, now... six months ago, Mistress Lisa had
transformed me back into the man I'd been- on a six-month probation, yes,
but still, I was a MAN again!!!!  I doubt if anyone really bought the story I'd
made up about helping my brother track down his runaway son the two
months after I'd disappeared without a trace, and not a few people in the
office were making pointed suggestions about my overall mental stability...

But I was a MAN again!!!!

Two days after the incident with the burglars at Betty's house, we were both
summoned to the Rosen's mansion.  Lisa wasn't enthusiastic about it, but...

I was a MAN again, on probation, but a MAN!!!  The terms of the probation
were simple: Every night I had to be back home by six o'clock- for my own
good, as that was when I'd grow an enormous pair of tits.  I would remain a
she-male in frilly pink lingerie from six in the evening to six in the morning,
and all day, weekends and holidays.

Now, though, the probation was over and, essentially, done with... aside
from a couple of details.  First of all, Lisa assured me, If my dick EVER
touched an employee of mine again I would be a buxom, bubble-headed jism
addict for all the rest of my days.  No appeal.  No excuses.

Also, while we weren't living together any more, I was still seeing Betty
quite often, both social and intimately.  Betty would, for all time, be able to
order sex from me anytime she wanted, any way she wanted.  And, of
course, so could Bert.

Of course, Betty never needed any such magic to have her way with me.  As
for Bert... well, look, I DO have a business to run.  I just don't have the time
to spare worrying why I don't mind sucking that one cock.

But tonight, I was free, wasn't suddenly going to grow a heavy pair of
boobs, and Betty had suggested we make an evening of it... even a weekend.

Driving to the restaurant she said to meet her, I idly noted the time.  Ten after
six, and not a trace of tits growing under my shirt.  Betty had had me almost
cum already, with her extremely suggestive description of me enjoying an
obedient little slave girl tonight...

As far as whether or not I woke up hugging Betty or Bert... I didn't care.

 THE END

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