Turnabout Is Fair Play    By Ed Miller


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Turnabout is Fair Play
by Ed Miller

"Come on, honey, it'd be good for us," James said.

"No way," replied Linda. "I don't care what kind of perverted fantasies 
you've got. I'm not doing ANYTHING with another girl."

This conversation was taking place between the married couple at the 
kitchen table, during dinner, but it had been repeated many times, in many 
locations, ad nauseum.

"Linda, it's not perverted if everybody thinks about it. That's what makes 
something NORMAL. Every guy wants to see his wife with another woman."

"And every wife says no. I don't know why you keep this up. I'm telling 
you, it's not going to happen."

That ended the discussion that night. Both James and Linda went back to 
their meal and forgot about the argument; as I said, it was far from the 
first time they'd talked about it. But a few weeks later, something 
happened to break the subject out of the holding pattern it had been in for 
the five years they had been married.

James was filling up his car at a gas station when he noticed a red Lexus 
pulling up to the next pump. He waved as he recognized the driver.

"Hey, Tony," James called.

"How's it going, James?" Tony asked. "Long time no see."

"Don't blame me. You're the one that's working late all the time."

"Yeah, sorry I had to cancel on that poker night the other week. I had a 
client that needed his hand held while he made up his mind."

"No big deal, you'll make it next time. What's been going on?"

"Not much with me, but I heard something about Linda's office you might 
like to know."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Well, I've got the account for her company, and I heard Diane Sward 
started working there."

"Who's that? The name rings a bell."

"Come on, man! Diane! The chick we all wanted to bang in high school!"

"Oh my god! THAT Diane? Didn't she go on to college and..."

"Yep. We found out that the reason none of us got anywhere was because she 
wasn't interested in guys."

That ended the conversation as far as James was concerned. He excused 
himself, paid for his gas, and drove home. And at dinner that night he 
broached the subject to Linda again, but slightly more tactfully.

"So, I hear you've got somebody new in your office," he began.

"Oh!" Linda said, swallowing a mouthful of food. "I forgot to mention her! 
 You wouldn't believe it honey, this girl is gorgeous."

"You're not so bad yourself. What's her name?"

"Diane something. Sward?" Linda answered as she went back to her meal.

"Diane Sward?" James exclaimed, feigning surprise. "You're kidding me! I 
went to high school with her!"

"You're kidding?"

"No! How's she doing?"

"Well, I only really introduced myself. We didn't say too much, but she 
was very friendly."

"I'm not surprised," James said with a grin. "She'd certainly be friendly 
to you. Diane is kind of, you know..."

"What do you mean?"

"She's, you know, into girls."

"You're kidding me! I always thought lesbians were, you know..." She 
broke off and looked away, blushing.

"Ugly?"

"I guess," Linda said. She looked up and met James' eyes, still red-faced. 
"At least, that's what I was always picturing when you brought the idea 
up. But a girl like Diane..."

James couldn't believe his luck.

"You mean, with a girl like her, you'd be willing to..."

"Well, aren't you the one who's been saying it would be good for us?" Linda 
replied, sporting her own grin now.

The logistics were difficult, but you should never underestimate the power 
of a man who actually sees a way of convincing his wife to join in a 
three-way. In a week, Linda had stricken up a conversation with Diane, 
'discovered' that she had gone to school with her husband, and invited her 
for dinner.

In the course of dinner, the conversation ranged over a variety of 
subjects. Linda seemed somewhat uncomfortable now that the plan was coming 
to a head, but James did his best to keep the conversation flirtatious. To 
his surprise, he found that Diane seemed to be responding to his own 
attempts at flirtation, and trying to involve his wife in her own.

After dinner and the consumption of two and a half bottles of wine, Diane 
excused herself to use the bathroom. As soon as she was gone, Linda turned 
to James.

"Honey, I don't know if I can do this. What am I supposed to do? Ask her 
if she wants to have sex?"

"No, no," James replied in a low voice. "Just, you know, put your arms 
around her. She wants you, Linda."

"I don't know..."

"Sure she does! Haven't you seen the way she's been looking at you?"

"I don't think..."

"Come on, honey. Please!"

The argument was cut short by the sound of a door opening, and Diane 
returned to the dining room. As she sat down in her place, Linda shot James 
a questioning glance. He nodded emphatically.

Linda rose from her chair, reluctantly, and came around the table to Diane. 
Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Diane and bent down to kiss 
her neck. Diane closed her eyes and bent her head back, making to attempt 
to stop her. James let out a silent sigh of relief as he rose from his 
chair.

Walking to Diane's seat, he lifted her chin in his hand. She opened her 
eyes to look him in the face.

"I thought this was what you two had in mind," Diane said softly.

"And you don't mind?" James asked.

"No, I was hoping this was it," she responded, closing her eyes again as 
Linda continued to kiss her neck.

Taking Diane by the hand, James led both women upstairs to the bedroom. As 
they walked, all three were divesting themselves of their clothing. By the 
time they reached the bedroom, both girls were down to their bras and 
panties, and James could compare them more accurately than when they had 
been clothed.

Looking from one to the other, James marveled at his luck again. Both were 
gorgeous, but they were completely different. Linda had curly blonde hair 
that reached just past her shoulders, while Diane's straight brown hair fell 
halfway down her back. Linda was slim and stood about five foot five 
inches, while Diane was voluptuous and tall for a woman at five-nine. James 
knew his wife's breasts were a C-cup, so Diane's must be a D or even a DD.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Diane asked the couple.

"Yes," James said immediately, and looked at Linda.

"Me too," Linda said, more quietly. But James thought he saw a flicker of 
excitement in her eyes.

Having committed themselves, the girls removed the last of their clothing 
at the same time, watching each other. James pushed down his boxers as he 
watched his wife's patch of blonde pubic hair come into view, but his 
attention was immediately drawn to Diane's crotch. She had a smooth shaven 
pussy, without any stubble or a hint of hair.

James' cock sprung to a full erection as soon as he saw it, and his didn't 
react much slower. As soon as both girls were naked, she was on Diane, 
kissing her as she fondled her breasts and ass. James just watched the two 
girls making out as they moved towards the bed.

As they settled onto the bed, Linda's kisses trailed down from Diane's 
mouth. She lingered on the breasts, kissing her erect nipples, before 
moving down to the crotch. Diane spread her legs to give better access as 
Linda's tongue parted the folds of her cunt and slipped inside.

James moved behind his wife and slipped his dick into her pussy. He 
couldn't believe how hot and wet she was; usually he had to work on her for 
ten minutes to get her this horny. But he wasn't complaining as he watched 
his wife, looking over her shoulder to see her licking another woman's cunt.

It's understandable, as this was the fulfillment of his fantasy, that James 
didn't last very long. It only took a couple of minutes of pumping his wife 
from behind before he shot his load up into her. Diane came a moment later, 
moaning and grinding her pelvis into Linda's face as she orgasmed.

James found himself hard again almost immediately, a feat he hadn't been 
able to accomplish since turning twenty. As Linda moved away from Diane, he 
took her place, sliding his cock into her well-lubricated pussy.

Diane moaned again as she felt her cunt filled with cock. Linda moved up 
on the bed to play with Diane's round breasts as James fucked her. It only 
took a few minutes before James came again, for the first time in five years 
shooting his load into a pussy other than his wife's.

He collapsed onto the bed beside Diane, limp and satiated. He had never 
felt so tired, but so satisfied, in his life.

Looking up, James noticed that Diane was no longer lying next to him. 
Linda had taken her place, and Diane's head was between Linda's legs, 
frantically tonguing her clit. Linda was begging for more as she pressed 
Diane's head against her pussy.

Exhausted, James just watched. He kept watching a long time.

The next day for James was a fog of pleasure and disbelief. He couldn't 
believe what he'd done the night before and, though he went through his 
normal duties at the office, his thoughts were elsewhere the entire time, 
focused on the fact that he had finally done what every man wants to more 
than life itself. Two girls at the same time.

It wasn't until he got home that something took the wind out of James' 
sails. He came through the door and bounded up the stairs to the bedroom. 
Opening the door, he was surprised at what he saw.

He was looking over the naked form of Diane, and Linda was crouching 
between her legs, her face buried in Diane's bald snatch. As she looked up 
in surprise, James could see the dildo buried in his wife's newly shaven 
pussy.

"Sorry, honey," she explained. "We couldn't wait for you."

James eagerly took part in the festivities that night, but in the back of 
his mind he was troubled. And over the days and weeks that followed, his 
uneasiness grew. It didn't happen every day, but the scene repeated itself. 

Repeatedly, James would come home from work to find his wife in bed with 
another woman. And not always Diane; more than once, James entered his 
bedroom to find a strange face between his wife's legs, and a strange tongue 
buried in her pussy. At first he joined in eagerly, and then he shrugged it 
off, but after a month he began to worry seriously.

James' weekend excursions of bar hopping with Tony reflected this. After 
the first time that Linda had given in to her lesbian desires, they went 
from bar to bar celebrating and James came home smashed at three in the 
morning (incidentally, he found Linda and Diane asleep in each other's 
arms.) Two weeks later, they were drinking in a dive while James complained 
about his wife's insatiable appetite for pussy.

"So what's the big deal?" Tony asked. "I would have thought you'd be happy 
Linda's stretching her boundaries a bit."

"Stretching boundaries is one thing," James answered in slurred speech. 
"But ignoring me for other girls is another. I've got a set of blue balls 
like you wouldn't believe. What the hell did I get married for if I can't 
get laid?"

"Hey, look at it this way. You like pussy. Now, she likes pussy too. 
You've got something in common."

Back at home, the old recurring argument in which James tried to convince 
Linda to give women a try was replaced by a new discussion. One in which he 
tried to convince her to give women up.

"What's going on, honey?" he asked in one of these exchanges. It had been 
more than a month since he had first convinced her to try something new.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, are you gay now? All you do is sleep with women. Do you know 
that it's been a week and a half since we've had sex?"

"Really?" she responded dreamily.

"Yes!" he said, sliding towards a shout. "But you're too busy munching 
carpet to notice that our marriage is going down the tubes. This was not 
what I wanted, Linda!"

"I know, I know, but it just feels so good. I try to stop, but then I see 
some girl and I just can't help myself. It's like I've had this bottled up 
inside of me for years and now it's just all coming out."

"Linda, are you gay now? Are you a Lesbian?"

"I don't know..." she said, covering her face with her hands.

"Come on, it's not a tough question. Do you want to have sex with men, or 
with girls?"

She looked up at him with tears streaming from her eyes.

"Linda," he said, much more quietly, "are you a lesbian?"

"I don't know. Maybe," she admitted. "Maybe I am."

And that was all that was said on the subject for a matter of weeks. James 
went on living in the hell that he had created for himself, and Linda went 
on picking up girls. She couldn't help herself.

And James couldn't help himself either. He knew that what he should do was 
leave, but he didn't seem to be able. He wanted to stay with Linda, and she 
wanted to stay with him, but neither could deal with the situation. It 
might have been possible if she had had any sexual desire for him, but when 
she started sleeping with girls, all her desire for men seemed to have dried 
up. James was a wreck, haggard from sleeping on the couch and obsessing 
over his newly lesbian wife when she came to him with her idea.

"Listen, honey," she said. "I have a friend who might be able to help us."

"What, a psychologist?" James asked.

"Not exactly. I just want you to go along with me and listen to her. I 
won't make you do anything you don't agree to."

James nodded a weary assent, and they drove to meet Linda's friend. The 
nondescript, warehouse-like building in the city that was their destination 
was not what James was expecting.

Linda's friend turned out to be a beautiful woman named Tiffany. She was 
about Linda's height with long blonde hair and even more well-endowed than 
Diane. James found himself wondering jealously if she'd slept with his 
wife.

"So, James, Linda's told me about your little problem, and I think I have a 
solution."

"What is it?" James asked, perking up for the first time in a month.

"These," she said, holding out a large bottle of pills.

"Are they for Linda? What do they do?"

"They're not for Linda, James, they're for you. They'll make you more, 
shall we say 'palatable,' for Linda's new tastes."

"You mean they're hormones?" he asked. "I'm not taking female hormones. 
No way."

"These aren't hormones. I couldn't actually explain to you what they are, 
but they're far more advanced than hormones, or anything else you'd find 
elsewhere. I'm just offering them to you as a favor to Linda."

"Please, honey," Linda begged. "Please. We need to do something. Just 
think about it."

James grudgingly accepted the bottle, and Tiffany ushered the couple out. 
James got the distinct impression that she was concentrating on something 
else, and had only given them half her attention. On the way home, he 
questioned Linda.

"Oh, she's just preoccupied with her work," Linda replied. "She's actually 
a very accomplished biochemist."

"So I gathered," James replied. "But what about these things?" he asked, 
contemplating the pills.

"Please, honey," Linda begged, looking at him. "I want to stay with you. 
And we need this."

James was at the end of his rope. His life had fallen apart around him, 
and he didn't know what to do. It was the fact that she had said she wanted 
to stay with him that made up his mind. He wanted to stay with her too, and 
at that point he was willing to try anything. It certainly helped that he 
didn't actually believe that the pills would work. That Tiffany was 
probably just some kind of crackpot.

"Okay," he said. "We'll try it."

And they did. James followed the directions on the bottle (there was a 
printed label, almost like a real prescription) and took a pill a day. That 
was the only change in his routine; he continued to come home to find Linda 
in bed with girls. Each time, she got a pained look on her face, and he 
knew she really didn't want to do this to him, but she really couldn't help 
herself.

After a couple days, James still didn't see any effects. He just shrugged, 
thinking to himself that he really hadn't expected anything. But to his 
surprise he found that he was slightly disappointed. For the last few days 
he had started to have some hope, even though it was a far-fetched one. Now 
he was once again hopeless.

That Friday James came home late. Without even sticking his head in the 
bedroom, he could hear the bedsprings squeaking and two female voices 
moaning in orgasm. He called Tony and headed for the bar.

The night at the bar was a repeat of the last few weeks, except for one 
event. After commiserating with James for nearly an hour, Tony stopped 
suddenly.

"Hey, are you all right, man?" he asked James.

"Well, other than the usual shit. Why?"

"I don't know, you just look... different."

For the rest of the night, James wondered what his friend could have meant. 
Were Tiffany's pills working after all? He actually left the bar early 
and went home to check.

Once locked in the bathroom at home, James stripped naked and looked at 
himself in the mirror. Did he look any different? Looking closely, he 
didn't appear to look any different but... maybe... could it be that he was 
shorter? Standing with his back against the doorjamb, he used his thumbnail 
to make a mark in the paint. After running for a tape measure, he measured 
it.

Six feet two inches from the ground. James took out his driver's license. 
His height was listed as six-three.

But that could be a mistake. Or a coincidence. It wasn't definite, he 
told himself. But he was surprised to find that the possibility of it being 
real didn't really bother him.

James kept taking a pill a day, and Linda kept bringing home girls. By 
Wednesday, though, James was pretty sure the pills were working. There was 
a pencil line on the doorjamb a half-inch lower than the mark he'd made, and 
he had a sensitive, swollen area underneath each of his nipples. By the 
weekend, he was six feet one inch tall, and his chest was noticeably 
swollen. He pointed it out to Linda.

"Mmm, good!" she exclaimed. "I like tits! I can't wait until you have a 
set for me to play with."

"Linda!" he yelped, surprised. But later on he wondered why. Wasn't that 
why he was taking the pills? To make Linda want him again?

James wondered if he should stop. But he didn't really know what else to 
do. Maybe this wasn't what he would have chosen, but he had to try to go 
through with it for Linda's sake. Maybe it was weird, but at least he was 
doing something. At least he was working towards some kind of solution. 
The time before they had gone to see Tiffany, when it seemed like there was 
no way out and nothing he could do, was something that he didn't feel like 
he could go back to.

During the third week he was on the pills, James started to draw attention 
from his co-workers at the office. He was five feet eleven inches tall by 
the end of the week, and a four-inch drop in height isn't something that can 
be hidden. The swelling on his chest wasn't quite so obvious, but there was 
no way he could hide the fact that there was something going on. Nobody at 
the office would talk to him; they just stared at him when they thought he 
wasn't looking.

By the weekend, James had nearly made up his mind to stop taking the pills. 
But when he came home on Friday, Linda met him at the door. She stripped 
off his shirt and started licking his nipples. James found himself moaning 
in pleasure as his nipples hardened in her mouth.

"Yesss... nice! A set of nice budding breasts for me to play with!" his 
wife moaned as she fondled his chest. Looking down, James had to admit that 
she was right. He could no longer describe that as a swollen chest; he was 
definitely growing titties. It wasn't just the size of his breasts that 
made them look so female; it was that they were shaped differently than a 
swollen chest would be. They felt like breast tissue. And his nipples had 
swollen up and changed. His areolas were larger, and the nipples themselves 
had grown fatter and longer. More feminine-looking. And they felt so good 
as Linda tongued and licked them, rubbing the roughness of her tongue 
against his rock-hard nipples, that he couldn't help but come. James filled 
his boxers with cum without touching his dick.

"Pretty soon, you'll be needing a bra," Linda said as she left him to clean 
himself.

After an experience like that, James couldn't bring himself to give up his 
pills. But it wasn't easy to get through the week at work. People stared 
openly at him now, and the constant whispering didn't stop. James knew why. 

He examined himself daily, and each day he found more changes. His 
breasts were swelling up larger on his chest, and his hips were noticeably 
wider. He was starting to have a more girlish figure. When he walked 
around the office (or anywhere else for that matter) he could feel his hips 
swaying and his breasts jiggling on his chest. His nipples continued to 
grow larger and become more prominent. The wrinkles were disappearing from 
his face, and he was starting to look younger as well as more androgynous.

He realized on Thursday that he hadn't shaven since Sunday, but there was 
no sign of stubble on his face. On closer inspection, he realized that most 
of the hair on his body had fallen out. But the hair on his head was making 
up for the rest. It had to be an inch longer than it had been a week 
before. And was it a little lighter?

On Friday, his boss called him in the office. Settling into a chair, James 
could feel his breasts shifting under his shirt.

"Listen, James, what's going on here? You've got the whole office talking 
about you."

James didn't answer.

"I said, what's going on with you James? Is there some medical problem 
that I need to know about?"

"No medical problems," James replied. "I feel fine."

His boss, at a loss as to how to deal with the problem when James refused 
to acknowledge it, let him off with a warning that he had better be less 
disruptive in the future. He was worried about this, until he got home to 
Linda.

"Looking good," she said, as she dragged him into the bedroom. "Looking 
very good."

After another episode of breast play, and after Linda passed out, James 
walked naked to the bathroom to examine himself again. He was five feet 
seven inches tall. Only two inches taller than Linda. His breasts were 
very noticeable now, and his hips had grown wide enough to give him a 
distinctly feminine figure. His body hair had disappeared completely 
everywhere but in his crotch, and even his pubic hair had thinned 
considerably. That made it easier to notice that his cock had shrunk. It 
was only five inches long when erect now, much smaller than the seven-inch 
hard-ons he had used to have.

When he left for work Monday morning, James was wearing a bra that Linda 
had provided for him. The tag said it was a size 36B.

The stares James endured were even more amazed throughout the week. With 
his jutting breasts, shoulder-length hair, and curvy figure, he appeared to 
be a woman. And a sexy one. His face was feminine and attractive, but 
there was just enough left of the old James for his co-workers to be sure it 
was him, and not some strange practical joke. His nipples were almost 
always erect now, and they were clearly visible through his shirts. It 
wasn't too hard to notice his bras, either. James noticed that the disgust 
in some of the stares he was getting from his co-workers began to be mixed 
with lust. And he was amazed to find that it turned him on to be found 
attractive as a woman. On Friday, his boss called him into the office 
again. He had been expecting it.

"James, in light of the disruption you've caused over recent weeks, I'm 
going to have to ask that you take a leave of absence."

"Fine," James replied. He felt disconnected, floating. Nothing seemed 
real.

Nothing, that is, except for the sex he was having with Linda. She still 
wouldn't touch his dick, but nothing else remained on his body that was 
recognizably male. Once she coaxed him into a pair of her panties, it was 
easy to believe that he was a beautiful girl. The skin of his face had 
gotten younger looking and smoother, while his breasts expanded on his 
shrinking chest until he could fit into Linda's 32C bras. For Linda, when 
he went down on her pussy, it was just like having sex with a girl.

For James, examining himself in the bathroom mirror, it was almost like 
BEING a girl. His hair was past his shoulders now, and definitely blonde. 
He was five foot five inches tall now, short enough to look Linda in the 
eye. His breasts were as big as hers, so he could borrow her bras now, but 
her nipples weren't as emphatic as his were, stiffened and pointing through 
the bra. His wife's panties felt more natural on his wide hips than his 
boxers did. Turning around, he examined his rounded, female ass in the 
mirror as he ran his hands over it. It was perfect, succulent. An ass that 
would drive men crazy with desire, and women with jealousy. On his wife, it 
probably had both effects. He couldn't believe what a sexy girl he was 
turning into. And he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it.

James spent the week lounging around the house in his wife's clothes. 
Since he didn't have to go to work any more, he spent most of his time 
examining his body for changes and masturbating. He couldn't believe how 
horny he was now, and he spent most of his days rubbing his tiny three-inch 
cock with one hand while he fondled his tits with the other. The changes 
seemed to be speeding up now, and it turned him on to realize that he was 
becoming more female every day. Each day, he looked at his breasts, wanting 
them to get even bigger. He had long since abandoned himself to the amazing 
sensations and experiences of appearing female. He loved to walk around 
with his breasts practically falling out of a low-cut shirt. With every 
step, his titties jiggled in his bra. His ass swayed as he walked in an 
enticement for sex. He loved the fact that he now had bigger tits than his 
wife.

By the end of the week, his breasts had grown to an E cup, and he was five 
feet, three inches tall. He had shrunken a whole foot, and now he had to 
look up at Linda, who he had formerly towered over. But when he considered 
that she seemed to have given up other women in the past few weeks, and was 
sleeping only with him, he knew that it was worth it.

By the end of the seventh week, James was unrecognizable. He looked like 
an eighteen-year-old girl. His chest was adorned by a huge set of G-cup 
breasts, he was only five feet one inch tall, and he was ecstatic. He had 
never seen a girl as desirable as he was now. His huge breasts jutted out 
in front of him, shuddering every time he moved. They felt like giant warm 
molds of Jello on his chest, except that he could feel them. His tight, 
rounded ass stretched clothes to the limit. It was an advertisement for 
sex, an enticement to rape.

Linda couldn't keep her hands off of him. Every time she saw him she threw 
him down (it was easy, now that he was so much smaller than her) and licked 
his entire body until he came. His one-inch hard-on wasn't very noticeable 
through his panties even when he got hard, so it didn't detract from her 
enjoyment at all. And James didn't need his dick touched to cum. The 
feeling of Linda's tongue sliding across his oversized nipples, leaving a 
trail of saliva that felt cold against the stiffened points on his titties, 
was enough to set him off like a rocket. He had never felt anything so 
satisfying before.

And on Sunday, James woke up to a surprise that he knew Linda would love. 
As he awoke, his crotch felt strange, so he slipped his hand down between 
his legs to investigate. To his astonishment, he felt his finger slide 
INSIDE of him. Pulling his panties down, James discovered to his surprise 
and joy that he now had a smooth, hairless pussy. He was fully female.

Linda couldn't have been more pleased to find that her husband was now her 
wife, and James spent most of the day on his back with his wife's head 
between his legs, licking his clit and tonguing his pussy. Again and again 
she ate him out, licking at his new pussy and sliding her tongue all over 
his hairless folds. It felt so strange to have a cunt between his legs 
instead of a cock, but James' new pussy was more sensitive than his penis 
had ever been. Linda's lips on his clit had him coming harder and more 
often than he ever had from a blowjob. By the end of the day, he was 
thanking god and Tiffany for giving him the cunt that was giving him so much 
pleasure.

Sunday wasn't a day of rest; it was a day of sex. James and Linda spent 
the day in every sexual act they could think of. Her head was buried 
between his legs for most of the day, and more than once he returned the 
favor, licking her pussy until she came. They spent a good hour after 
lunchtime eating each other out in a sixty-nine, with one, then the other 
screaming out an orgasm. Their appetites for sex were unlimited. Late in 
the afternoon, Linda broke out the dildos, and they fucked each other with 
plastic cock, two lesbian lovers who were crazed for penetration. James had 
never had such an intense climax as when Linda planted her pussy on his face 
and slid an eight-inch vibrator into his pussy and a smaller one into his 
ass.

For the next few weeks, James enjoyed being a girl. He never left the 
house. Instead, he became a sort of housewife to Linda. She was fine with 
that, so long as she could keep having sex with him. James had turned into 
her fantasy girl; the results had been much better than she had expected. 
And the sex was better than anything either of them had anticipated. They 
did everything two women can do together, and enjoyed it all. James found 
it particularly pleasurable when Linda would fuck him with one of their 
enormous dildos.

"Mmm," she said one night while she was fondling James' huge breasts, "I 
love your body. You're so tiny, everywhere but your chest."

James just moaned in response.

"Do you like being so tiny? Do you like being a little girl with giant 
titties? Do you know what it does to me to see you like this, and to know 
that you made yourself into this when you used to be a big, strong man?"

"Mmmm... yes," James moaned. "I like it. I like being a girl." As he was 
making this admission, Linda was sliding her hand down to his crotch, 
fingering the folds of his hairless cunt.

"I like it that you look like a little teenager. Maybe I'm perverted, but 
it turns me on that you've turned into a little teenage lesbian. What do 
you think of that?"

"I love it! Finger my little teenage pussy!" James moaned.

"Do you like having a pussy between your legs instead of a cock?" she asked 
as she slipped a finger inside of him. "Do you like it that you can be 
fucked now?"

"Yes! I love having a pussy. I love my pussy."

"What about your tits? Do you love your big tits?" she asked as she 
pinched a nipple.

"Yes! I love my pussy! I love my titties! I don't want my cock back, I 
just want you to feel me up! Feel me UP! And fuck me! Fuck my little 
pussy!"

Linda did her best to satisfy him, filling James' pussy with a huge dildo. 
It was ten inches long, and James' favorite. He loved to feel it filling 
his pussy until it felt like he was going to burst, and then stroking in and 
out of him like a piston. It never took long for him to cum.

After a few weeks of lesbian bliss, James was washing dishes one day while 
Linda was at work. He heard an unexpected knock at the door. Opening it, 
he saw his friend Tony.

"Is James around?" Tony asked.

"Uhh, he's not here right now," James said. He was amazed that his friend 
couldn't recognize him, but it made sense. He looked nothing like the man 
he used to be.

Tony pushed through the door, looking around the room as if he expected 
James to be hiding somewhere.

"His boss said he had taken a leave of absence. Where else would he be? I 
haven't seen the guy in more than a month."

"I really don't know where he is," James said.

"Hey, who are you, anyway?" Tony said, whirling around as if he was 
noticing James for the first time.

"Uh, one of Linda's friends. My name's... Jane."

"One of Linda's 'friends,' eh? And you've got no idea where James is?"

"No. He just went out."

"Well, I'll just wait here until he comes back then." And with that, Tony 
planted himself on the couch.

James wasn't sure what to do. Tony was now a full foot taller than him, 
and more than a little intimidating to a little girl like James. But the 
more he looked at Tony, the more James realized that intimidation wasn't all 
he felt. Tony was the first guy that James had seen since turning 
completely into a woman, and there was a new emotion that he hadn't 
expected. Lust.

James found himself staring at Tony's crotch. He couldn't take his eyes 
off of it. His nipples were erect, and his pussy was soaking wet. Without 
really being aware of what he was doing, he crossed the room, feeling his 
enormous breasts jiggling as he walked, and knelt in front of Tony.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked. But he was soon distracted by the view 
down the front of James' dress. James pressed his G-cup titties together, 
making the cleavage even more prominent. It made him even hornier to know 
how much desire his new body could incite.

"Just killing some time until James gets back," James muttered as he 
unzipped Tony's jeans.

"I thought you were a... a..." Tony stuttered.

"A lesbian?" James asked as he drew his dress over his head. "I don't 
think so. Not anymore."

As James got rid of his dress, Tony pushed his jeans and boxers down his 
legs and divested himself of his shirt. His nine-inch cock was revealed, 
and James knew that he wanted it. He couldn't understand why he had such a 
desire for dick, but there was no doubt in his mind.

James leaned over, feeling his enormous breasts hang from his chest, and 
slid his wet lips down over Tony's cock. He slid his tongue around the head 
as he grasped the shaft and began to bob his head up and down in Tony's lap. 

Tony let out a moan of pleasure at the feeling of his penis being engulfed 
in James' hot wet mouth. Neither could believe what was happening, but 
neither wanted it to stop.

It didn't take long for Tony to cum, with James' lips stroking his cock. 
When he did, shooting his load up into James' mouth, James swallowed his cum 
without hesitation. He loved the salty taste, and he wanted more.

"Do you think you can manage another go?" James asked as soon as Tony had 
relaxed.

"With anyone else, I'd say not so soon," Tony replied "But with a body 
like that as my inspiration..."

James blushed, enjoying that his body was such an object of desire. 
Standing up to give Tony a better view, he bent over to slide his sopping 
panties down his legs. When he stood up, Tony could see his bald slit for 
the first time.

"You... You don't have any..."

"I don't have any hair on my pussy?" James asked. "I know. I like it 
smooth."

With that, he moved to where Tony was still sitting on the couch. Tony's 
cock had sprung back to full erection at the sight of James' big tits and 
hairless cunt, and James straddled his lap, grabbing the cock by its base 
and guiding the head up into his cunt. As he settled down into Tony's lap, 
he could feel the huge cock sliding up into him, filling his pussy. It was 
hot and hard inside of him, and he loved it. He started bouncing up and 
down on Tony's cock, his huge breasts bouncing on his chest.

"Oh my God, it feels so good!" James moaned.

The big dick slid in and out of his pussy, and James forced himself down 
onto it harder with every stroke, feeling it impale his cunt each time he 
slid down its length. Tony's hands found their way to James' chest, and 
started to fondle his gigantic breasts. Tony was staring at the breasts 
only inches in front of his face with a mixture of arousal and disbelief.

"Yes! Feel me up! Feel my titties!" James shouted. He was being fucked 
and felt up by a man for the first time in his life, and it was like he had 
found his purpose. The lesbian sex he had been having with Linda paled 
beside this. All he wanted to do was be fucked.

"Fuck me!" he moaned. "Suck my titties! Feel me up! Fuck my little 
pussy!"

Tony was doing all of that. Putting one of James' giant nipples in his 
mouth, he reached around behind James, feeling his rounded, female ass as he 
bucked up and down on the shaft that was filling him. Tony's finger, 
well-lubricated with pussy juice, slid up into James' ass.

"Oh my God! That feels so good!" James shouted. "I love it! Stick your 
finger up my ass! Stick it farther up my ass! I love it in my ass!"

James couldn't take it anymore, and with that he came in the most 
thunderous, earth-shattering orgasm of his life. He collapsed into Tony's 
lap while Tony continued to fuck him, continuing until he reached his own 
orgasm. James could feel the hot cum filling his satisfied pussy, and he 
knew that he'd never be satisfied with lesbian sex again.

As James lay in Tony's lap, feeling the cum dripping out of his pussy, he 
realized how much pleasure his friend had given him. He didn't want to 
continue the lie that he had told Tony. He wanted to tell him the truth.

"I'm James," he breathed in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

"What?" Tony muttered.

"I'm James," was the reply. "I don't want to lie to you, Tony. It's me."

"How did you know my name?"

"I told you. I'm James."

"Bullshit. What about... What about...?" Tony gestured at James' body, 
particularly his tits and hairless pussy.

"I know. I know it sounds crazy. But it was Linda. She's got this friend 
who's some kind of biochemist. I don't know what she gave me. At first I 
thought it was just hormones, but I was getting shorter, and I don't think 
hormones can do that. And I KNOW they can't do this," he finished, pointing 
at his pussy.

"So- you didn't have an operation, then?"

"No! I just woke up one day, after taking these pills, and I had a cunt."

"Wait a second, this is crazy! You're not James. You can't be!"

"Tony, remember that trip we took to New Orleans just after we graduated? 
Remember those girls we met down there and hooked up with?"

"Yeah, so what? Lot's of people have heard that story."

"Have lot's of people heard that they were actually whores, and we didn't 
figure it out until afterwards? And we had to max out our credit cards to 
get back because we'd accidentally spent our airfare on hookers?"

"No, I never told anyone that."

"Neither did I."

Tony was quiet for a long moment before he spoke.

"Okay, James, let's go. We'll find this friend of Linda's and find out if 
she can turn you back into a man. If she can do this to you, she might be 
able to..."

"Wait a second, Tony," James interrupted.

"What?"

"I LIKE being like this. I LIKE being a girl."

"What!?!"

"Tony, you wouldn't believe how it feels. I LOVE it! These big tits," 
James said, hefting the mounds on his chest, "feel better than ANYTHING I 
ever felt when I was a man. And my pussy... You wouldn't believe it. When 
I feel something inside of me... Stretching me..."

"Stop it, man. You're getting me horny."

"What, you mean I'm turning you on my talking about my big, rounded 
titties? Look how my nipples are all stiff and big! Don't they look 
suckable?"

"James, stop!" Tony said.

"Stop what? Don't you want me to tell you about my little hairless pussy? 
When I get horny, my clit gets so hard. Like it is right now, see?" James 
reached down to spread his pussy lips so that his friend couldn't HELP but 
see. "And my pussy gets so wet, so slippery. With no hair on it, it gets 
REALLY slippery. It feels so good to have it touched, to feel something 
sliding all over my smooth mound."

"Come on, James. I know you're a girl and all now, but still..."

"Well, I guess you just need some more encouragement," James said as he 
leaned over Tony's still-naked body, letting his huge titties dangle on 
either side of his friend's erect cock. James pressed his breasts together, 
enveloping Tony's dick in warm, pulsating titty-flesh. Tony's penis was 
still lubricated from the sex they had earlier, and it slid back and forth 
in the canyon created between James' mountainous tits. James was enjoying 
his first titty-fuck immensely.

"We shouldn't do this..." Tony moaned.

"Of course we should," James replied. "You're a man. And I'm a girl. 
What's wrong with that?"

Tony couldn't help himself. His hands moved forwards to cup the giant 
breasts that were stroking his shaft. It didn't matter that they belonged 
to his friend James, or that he used to be a man. They were the largest, 
most arousing breasts he had ever touched in his life.

"Oh, yes!" James moaned. "I love that! Feel me up! It feels so good when 
you feel my titties!"

"You really like it? You really like having big tits like that?" Tony 
asked, astounded.

"I love it! It feels so good when you touch them. And I love it the way 
people look at them, the way they look at me. It's so sexy!"

James slid lower, careful to keep Tony's hands on his tits, and engulfed 
Tony's cock again in his mouth. His slippery lips slid down to the base of 
Tony's cock in one motion, and he loved the way it felt in his mouth. He 
slid it in and out of him, fucking his face with Tony's cock.

"You like that too? You like sucking dick?" Tony couldn't hide his 
disbelief.

"It's wonderful. I love your dick, it's so hard and slippery. I love to 
take it in my mouth, to suck it. I love the feeling of your hard dick 
sliding between my lips, and the smooth feel of your prick when I slide my 
tongue over it. I can't get enough of it!"

James went back to giving Tony a blowjob, and Tony found that he was 
incapable of speech for a while. Hearing his friend testifying to how much 
he loved being a big-tittied slut and sucking dick was more arousing than he 
could explain, and it only took a minute or two of feeling his dick 
surrounded by James' hot, wet, and very female mouth before he shot his 
load, filling James' mouth with cum.

"Oh my god, I love it! I love your cum! Give me more, I love the taste of 
it. You wouldn't believe how good it feels when you cum in my mouth, when 
I've got you so horny, and I'm sucking you so good, that you can't hold back 
any more and you just shoot all your cum down my throat. You don't know how 
it feels that I can get you hard, that just by looking at my body you start 
to get horny, and then I can take your cock between my lips and milk it 
dry!"

Tony's cock hardly even wilted. Hearing his friend confess how much he 
loved to be a sex object, how much he loved cock, had his dick hard moments 
after he had shot his load.

"Oh, stick your cock in my pussy! I want you to fuck me again!" James 
begged, and Tony complied. He knew that the girl laying spread-eagled in 
front of him was his friend James, but it was also a huge-tittied, amazingly 
attractive, nymphomaniacal slut. He couldn't resist.

Tony's cock slid up into James' pussy for the second time. Tony was amazed 
to realize that he was fucking James, but James' body felt no different than 
any other girl that Tony had ever fucked. Except that it felt better. 
James' tits were bigger and firmer, his ass was rounder and more shapely, 
and his pussy, as it gripped Tony's cock, felt tighter, wetter, and hotter 
than anything he'd ever felt before.

"Oh my God! Yes! Fuck me!" James shouted.

"You like it?" Tony asked.

"Like it? I love it! I can't get enough of your cock. Stick it in me! 
Stick it in me harder! I love to feel you filling my pussy. I love my 
pussy! I love that I can get fucked by hard cocks! This is better than 
anything I've ever felt before. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy deep!"

This time it was James who couldn't hold back, and he found himself 
orgasming again. Tony felt the pussy enveloping his cock clamp down, 
squeezing his dick as James moaned and whimpered his way through his orgasm.

"Did it feel good?" Tony asked.

"It's so different. It's so much better as a girl, the orgasms are so much 
stronger. When I think about how I'm being fucked, how I've got huge 
titties on my chest and a bald, wet little pussy between my legs, and 
there's a big dick in it, in ME, fucking me, it just makes it feel even 
better, and the orgasm just goes on and on."

"Amazing," Tony muttered.

"Hey, stop a minute," James said, trying to push Tony off of him. He was 
so tiny now that he accomplished nothing, but Tony stopped of his own 
accord.

"What is it?" Tony asked, fearing that his friend had finally come to his 
senses. Twenty minutes earlier he had been hoping for it, but now he had 
sampled James' very female body again, and he didn't want to give up more of 
the best sex he had ever had.

"I want you in my ass," James begged.

Tony wasted no time accommodating his friend, turning James over so that he 
was crouched on all fours. Tony's dick slid up his asshole with minimum 
effort, considering how much tighter that hole was than James' pussy. As 
Tony began to thrust in and out of James' ass, they both began to moan 
again.

"Oh, yes! I love it in my ass! Fuck my ass!"

"It's so tight!" Tony grunted. "Your ass feels so good on my cock."

"I love it! Fuck me in my ass! Fuck me deeper! Stretch my asshole! 
Ohh!"

It didn't take long for both of them to orgasm again, with Tony coming hard 
and filling James' back door with an enormous load of cum. They continued 
to have sex for the remainder of the afternoon, in multiple positions. When 
Linda got home, she was surprised to find James on his hands and knees again 
in the middle of the living room, with Tony's dick buried in his asshole.

"Sorry, honey," James said sheepishly, "we couldn't wait for you."

In the days and weeks that followed, the same scene played itself out again 
and again, with Tony and with other guys. Nameless guys, men James had 
picked up and brought home just to get their dicks in him. Linda came home 
to find her transformed husband being fucked by a man again. He didn't 
desire her anymore; his only sexual desire was to be fucked. James needed 
cock like an addiction; it was like crack to him. He couldn't get enough. 
He tried to stop, tried to be interested in lesbian sex with Linda again, 
but he couldn't stop thinking about being fucked. All his time was devoted 
to it; when he didn't have a hard cock buried in one of his holes, all he 
could think about was where to get one. He just couldn't help himself.

Linda felt her life going wrong, and there was nothing she could do about 
it. Like James had been before, she was upset by her spouse's sudden change 
in sexual habits, and she couldn't understand why he couldn't control his 
addiction to dick. She wanted to leave him, but didn't know where else to 
go, and at the end of the day she was still devoted to James, and their 
marriage. But she couldn't deal with his new appetites. Linda felt herself 
spiraling out of control. The situation was intolerable, but there was 
nothing she could do to change it. She felt herself descending into her own 
private hell, a torture that she had created. She was at her wit's end one 
day when James came to her.

"Honey," he said, "I've got an idea..."

End