Subject: Unisex (TG, Magic, ff, mf)
Author: Unilever

                               Unisex By Unilever                               


"The men's room doesn't have stalls."

"Really?"

"Not the kind with doors."

"Then I guess it's definitely the ladies'." She put a hand on his
chest. "*I'll* make sure it's clear, OK?"

"Awww..." he complained. "Why can't we both...?"

"Be back in a sec. Keep it zipped."

She disappeared around the corner.

He leaned on the wall, slurping the jumbo gulp trapped in his folded
arms. He eyed his watch anxiously while he pretended to take part in
the ancient male ritual of waiting for his date to do her business.

With a polite smile, he glanced nervously again at the pimple-riddled
teenager behind the candy counter. Good. The kid was still absorbed in
his fantasy comic book. And the doors were around a bend anyway. He'd
never know who was going where- not that keeping track of all fifteen
people at a Monday night showing in the boonies was any challenge.

The blue door started calling to him again.

He stared at its freshly stenciled paint, wondering what lurked behind
the white stick figure dressed in that fashionable little
triangle. That guardian of the forbidden... He'd always wanted to see
what it was like in there.

Molly's head poked out. She waved him in.

He followed her bouncing miniskirt into the porcelain unknown.

"Wow!"

"What? You've never been in one before?"

"No. It's a lot bigger. And cleaner."

"That's why I picked it. The mens' are so disgusting... Don't sit on
the couch," she urged, dragging him straight to the corner
stall. "Someone might walk in."

"I can't even look?"

"Honestly. It's just a couch. It's not a lounge or anything." Teeth
sank into his fleshy ear lobe as fingers fumbled with his shirt
buttons. He pawed the steel door swinging behind her, vainly trying to
close it and keep his balance at the same time. "I wish you'd said
something about your deficient upbringing sooner. We could have done
this before we got married... You're not supposed to keep secrets from
your wife, you know." She thumped his chest. "What will we do with
you?"

"It still would have been hard to top the merry-go-round..." he
grinned.

Indeed.

The novelty of his new surroundings was already sinking in, as it was
doomed to do. He reigned in her touch, finally corralled the door with
a firm hand and pressed his yielding wife to the cold metal wall.

He peppered her lilac-scented neck with sloppy kisses and heard the
last of his pearly snaps pop.

"Oh no." She pushed him away. "I forgot."

The door swung open, squeaking like a parrot and she headed for the
couch after all, leaving him propped up with nothing but his
disappointment.

What did she need shopping bags for?
 
"Can't have people seeing our feet," she whispered.

While she positioned the two shiny purchases strategically in front
and to the side, he twisted the lock shut above her and playfully
hiked up her skirt.

The white ones... He loved those panties. He ran a hand over the
crease in her ass.

They were so silky smooth...

"That's got it," she announced.

"Always the planner..."

"Someone has to be responsible."

"This is hardly adult behavior."

"I know." Her eye gleamed as she returned to his tender ear again and
meddled with his zipper. "We've got to get this out of the way before
we have kids. What *would* they think?"

"If they found out their parents had sex?"

She giggled as he yanked off the flimsy fabric covering her waist.

"Good." She gripped his erect cock with a pleasant hum. "I won't have
to blow you."

"Aww...."

"Sorry. The tiles are hard on my knees. And cold."

She pushed him to the commode and straddled his legs, waving her thick
black snatch in his face. He could smell each hot drop trickling out
of her.

"Hey... what do you know? The seat's down," he joked.

"Mm. That's awfully considerate of you," she dripped.

Her tongue locked with his as her husband's strong hands rumpled the
back of her blouse.

She ground her hips playfully against his belt buckle, piquing his
interest. Their chins slipped past one another and she breathed sharp,
quickening puffs into his ear the more he nibbled on hers.

"Is it in yet?" she teased, feigning impatience. "Is something wrong?"
She looked at his side. "Why is the commode glowing?"

"What?" he asked.

"Good grief..."

She couldn't find anything to grab.

Her fingers searched frantically to help her familiar old friend to
his target.

Nothing.

He wasn't just playing with her. She stepped back and straightened up.

Shit. Nothing but blonde curls sticking through his fly.

Blonde? He wasn't blonde. Her eyes shot up his torso.

He was blonde.

Or rather... she was!

His whole body had changed. When did that happen?

"What's going on?" he asked in a distressingly feminine squeak. He
fumbled for his missing erection. "Fuck! It's a cunt!"

She joined the desperate chase in his pants but.... there was nothing
*to* find. Their fingers only confirmed the worst, running back and
forth over a definitely moist slit.

"Mm."

His hips bucked at the poking of unfamiliar and newly sensitive
places. What a horrid thrill...

Molly pulled her hand out and sampled the odor.

That greasy gleam was pussy juice, all right. She sniffed. Leftover
maxipads for sure.

"Well it goes with the new tits," she remarked dryly.

His tingling parts were so small now... impossibly small and strangely
shaped-

Tits!? Shit! Of course...

They'd been in sight the whole time. He was too preoccupied with
recent losses to sweat the minor additions.

Minor...?

He brushed the now huge lapels aside and two wonderfully pink, diamond
hard spikes came into view, their surrounding disks crinkled into fine
bumps.

He cupped the white mounds. They were so fucking huge.

And he was fucking tiny! Those hands! He could barely keep his wedding
band on.

Molly loomed over him now.

When had that happened?

There wasn't any one moment when the world had become giant... no
burst of smoke he could put a finger on, no flash of wrenching guts or
other shocks. What was going on?

He flicked a long blonde strand from his face and looked up at her
with a million questions in his doe-like eyes.

She shrugged. It was all she could do.

"If it's any consolation, you're really cute." Her lip slipped from
her teeth.

"Why haven't I burst out of the stall screaming?" He frowned. "Why
haven't you?"

"Maybe it's part of the spell."

"Spell...?"

But what else could it be?

He stood, frantically clutching his belt, and examined what appeared
to be just another toilet.

There wasn't anything special about it. The black horseshoe no longer
gave off that eerie green light. He touched it. It felt ordinary
enough.

"I guess I should have left the lid up," he said quietly. For the hell
of it, he popped the seat up and sat down. But the cold white surface
only sent a shiver through him. "No wonder you yell at me," he
whispered.

Even when she sat on his lap again, nothing happened.

She caressed the pretty blonde face that was now her husband's. "What
are we going to do?" she whispered back.

The restroom door creaked open. They froze. A pair of heels clicked
across the floor.

He put a finger to her mouth.

They sat together for an eternity while the faucet ran.

Then the far stall opened. They heard the rustling of clothes followed
by a distant tinkling.

Wasn't this the thrill they'd been looking for?

Something wet trickled from his own groin... but he knew from the
familar odor it wasn't urine. It was closer to sweat, though he'd
never felt it coming out of that place before... that place within
him...

He hadn't gotten to explore nearly enough just now... right then when
his hips jerked...

His new parts did crave it so...

Instinctively, he plied her hand from his shoulder and guided it
between his legs... moving in small delicate arcs over his new
bullseye... that amazing new emptiness... In his wildest dreams he
never imagined the sensations washing over him from that tiny bump of
flesh would be like this... his small body feeling so big... warming
everywhere... even in the strange cavity that shouldn't be inside him
right there but was... and that rod within him, drawn up like an
anchor... going nowhere but stiffening all the same...

Molly was grossly irritated but he kissed her anyway. What could she
do with another woman in the room? If she caused a ruckus, they'd
think they were a bunch of horny lesbians or something and call the
cops. She silently cursed him for twisting her arm like this.

Then the realization stung her like a wasp.

Her fingers were running through another woman's pussy... for the
first time in her life. She'd never before in any nightmare thought of
doing something like this.

Sure, there was that gay girl in high school everyone gossiped about,
but she'd never imagined what it might be like to have to touch
another girl down there... to have to satisfy your love for someone
like this...

Oddly enough, she didn't want to withdraw.

She wasn't gay now, was she? Had the damn gods of the bathroom done
something to her too?

He tethered her sweet middle finger to his new clit, shuddering from
the tiny circles of emotion, and ground his teeth softly into her
neck. His eyes fell shut as his other hand wandered to her breast,
squeezing tenderly with his love for her.

She did her best to guess his rhythm, trying to keep his faint heavy
breath from rounding the corner into passionate moans.

And something in her wanted to explore.  The textures seemed so much
different from her own. The lips were somehow smaller. And it seemed
to glow... like he had, before, when she gripped him... only
differently...

Did it work like hers?

You heard stories from other girls about different styles and
such. She didn't want any complaints...

What an odd thought.

She pried her other palm from the wall to gently explore the tiny
folds that grew with each pass. As she brushed a thigh, they spread
wider, almost of their own accord to accomodate her.

Those small flaps were silky smooth and inviting... barely little
ridges... and moist too... It was unnerving for her fingers to feel
warmth rising up from such familiar terrain and not have the reward
buzzing in her own parts... She felt trapped on the other side of the
mirror ten feet behind her.

Another odd thought hit her.

Why hadn't she done this before with another girl?

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine her husband as a man again.

She couldn't. She could see him that way, but not making love like
this...

Come to think of it... she was kissing another girl too. There was no
five o'clock shadow rubbing her cheeks as it had since she couldn't
remember.

And his tongue was just as intriguing. So were those soft, pleasant
cheeks and beautiful blue eyes. The giving breasts that pressed
against her blouse... his intoxicating new smell... It was that
perfume she'd passed on in the store last week because she thought it
was too strong...

What a mistake...

A contented sigh floated over.

A belt jingled. A roll of toilet paper spun and a wad tore off. Then
wiping. The commode flushed and silence returned with another creak of
the door.

Molly tried to pull away but he held her hand.

"I gotta tell ya," he whispered. "Whatever's going on, I'm still
horny. It's no great fantasy of mine to see you as a lesbian but could
you indulge me just tonight?"

"We have to see what we can do to- "

"To what? We don't know what the hell happened to me. It could all end
in five seconds." He let out a gasp as he moved her more
rapidly. "I've *got* to know what it's like..." he begged in his
lilting new voice.

How could she deny such a golden-throated creature?

Thoughts she had normally considered so repulsive were now so
compelling. Was it part of whatever kept them from panicking?

"Fine. But you're going to soak those pants. If you walk out of the
stall a man, you don't want a wet spot."

Molly stood and with no trouble at all the grossly oversized slacks
dropped from her husband's delicate frame.

He lowered the seat back down with a captivating grin of his face and
took the same position he had as a man a few minutes ago.

"Much better," she smiled. "You're not the kind of girl that looks
good in boxers."

"Really? What kind of girl am I?" His head craned back and forth,
trying to see all there was between his thighs. The fluorescent
lighting wasn't very satisfactory. He could just make out that nice
pink V hiding in the trim yellow forest.

But it was so tiny...

She stared down at it with him, imagining his curiosity as she
remembered the frustration her own crotch had given her as a little
girl.

"Don't worry. You won't get any complaints from me."

He grinned. "I hope not..." What was she going to do? Complain about
size? He giggled. His serious look returned. "So it's pretty, then?"

It? She chuckled. Typical. He hadn't asked, 'Am I pretty?' Just about
'it.'

"Yeah. It kinda is," she said, surprised at her own reaction. She put
a hand on her loosely hanging blouse. "I don't know what's come over
me."

He leaned up to kiss her. "*You* don't know what's come over *you*?!"

Girlish giggling echoed in the room.

He couldn't believe how similar their voices were. The harmony...

"You want to see?" she asked.

He arched a fine eyebrow. "Yeah."

Molly found her purse in one of the bags and rummaged around for a
compact. She popped it half-way and angled it at him, casting a
spotlight across his sexy navel. She snickered silently when she
noticed it had turned to an 'outie.'

He eagerly tracked the plastic clam shell as it hovered over the
unknown... but it bobbed too much for him. She quickly gave up and
placed it in his capable, if unsure hand.

It was as much fun watching the discovery in his face as it was seeing
where his fingers went.

It took him a moment to fidget with his new pubic hair. Though it
wasn't as bushy as it used to be, it kept getting in the way. He
hadn't expected that.

Finally he parted the valley just right.

It still wasn't the view he was looking for. It all looked so small in
that little circular mirror. Shouldn't it be bigger?

Oh.

Only if his nose was stuck in it, he realized.

Was this why some women seemed disconnected from it? Or thought it was
insignificant?

How exactly did women feel about their genitals? How did his wife?

He thought of periods and it dawned on him they could do some odd
things. Was it love-hate?

They even popped babies out...

He brushed that throbbing fleshy lump to each side with his pinky. It
was all so hard to examine on your own.

Was this why women treasured a good relationship with the
gynecologist?

He was amazed he couldn't feel his phantom cock anymore. He remembered
what it was like to be a man, to make love to his wife. That wasn't
the problem. He would have thought he'd feel some sort of loss with
something dramatic like this... but it all seemed perfectly natural,
even if he didn't know what sensations to expect.

The tiny juncture... right where those two lines clung together... it
seemed almost to shout back when he touched it too firmly. It didn't
want pressure.

And it ran up so far inside him. That little ridge above it,
disappearing... it wasn't just a single point but more like a... a
what? A little fin? No. The flap was like an iceberg, lying in
wait. Huh. He'd had no idea-

He gasped again. He'd have to be more careful with those long nails.

Pink? He finally noticed the pink nail polish. Shit what a strange
thing to think about... especially when the slit you're fondling is
between your own legs.

Ouch again. Boy that thing was touchy.

Maybe he should leave all this to her. She had more experience with
these things than he did... Didn't she?

He looked up at his wife nervously, then parted his thin labia for a
peek at the pink valley in between. He was careful to use the bottoms
of his fingers now, like he'd seen her do on rare occasion in the
bedroom.

There were so many patches with different textures down there. Some
skin was smooth... were those wrinkles or ridges?... strange place for
bumps... A depression. And another opposite it. Was that where he peed
now?

He spread his fingers a little farther apart. A redish ring in the
back took shape but he could barely make it out. Was that the...?

He brushed more pubes out of the way. Was it opening much?

He still couldn't see well in the dim fluorescent light.

Was it dim? Maybe there were just too many shadows down there.

He looked up again in frustration. "It's smaller than I thought."

"I know," she sighed. "You treat it like such a large part of the
body."

He frowned. "Well it is... when my face is in it."

Molly chuckled. Then felt a twinge of fear that she might learn if he
was right.

Satisfied this was the best he could do for now, he let his lips fall
back together like relaxing rubber bands. Unexpectedly, he held on to
the mirror and examined the bottom of his breasts, hoisting each by
the nipple to see what was underneath.

Pinching the stiff tips sent more shivers through his spine. In fact
they wanted him to pull on them more. Funny they should get the same
urges his old erection had...

Or would again, he hoped.

So nipples were that thrilling? he wondered to himself. Women really
did have complex wiring running all over. And the damn stuff was all
interconnected.

Convinced the stretch marks meant they were real, he let his left tit
bounce to a rest and passed the compact back. The way they pooled like
pudding on his chest was just so fascinating... like they were
contained in some tight freezer-bag of skin...

"Don't you want to see your face?" Molly asked. "You're very
beautiful. You look nineteen, twenty tops."

"I completely forgot... I guess I really couldn't look the same there
either."

"You feel the same?" she asked as she handed him the red disk again.

"I was just thinking that. I can remember what it was like having a
boner a few minutes ago but... I don't really feel like it's been cut
off or anything. It all feels strangely normal for some- Oh."

That silvery reflection.

Small or not, this face was positively gorgeous. The boy behind the
cash register would jump him for sure. Five seconds flat.

The high cheeks and long lashes. There wasn't a hint of makeup on her
and still... her lips were dark and full, her eyebrows delicately
framed those big watery eyes... She could kill with just one
look... she'd killed *him* all right... She *was* him.

Her lips pursed as his did. Her chin dimpled when he frowned. That
voice... that wonderful cheerleader voice was his... All he needed now
was a fuzzy blue cardigan and a stack of school books.

"Say..." he murmured, "that is gorgeous. I'm getting turned on just
looking at her."

Molly smacked him.

"Unh!" He ran his delicate fingers along his aching jaw.

She regretted hitting him the instant she saw the hurt in that angelic
face. She almost wanted to cry herself.

"Well it's true," he muttered sheepishly. "It's not like she's my
dream girl. You *are* the only one I love."

He sounded just like her younger sister whining to dad why she missed
curfew.

With frustration still on her lips, Molly leaned forward and kissed
him. "Till death do us part, huh?" she quipped.

"Thank goodness there's no 'or what' clause."

"Yeah," she noted wryly.

Well. His self-inspection was over. He did want to get on to
love-making with his wife, as they'd first planned... That hadn't
changed, strangely enough... but...

He had no idea where to go.

"And you are the one I still want to make love too..." he whispered
coyly, twirling one of her brunette curls.

She stared blankly at him.

He cleared his throat. "OK. So now what?"

"What?" she replied.

"Well, I... I've... got this need to make love to you but..." he
cocked his head and hunched his shoulder to indicate his
inexperience. "What do two women do together?"

How would she know?

Molly shrugged back and suppressed another urge to slap him. She knew
he wasn't being cruel with her. He was in the dark about his new
feelings like she was.

"Well... we could do what I like... what... you know... you and I do
without... without the- you know... what you don't- "

"You mean foreplay?"

"Yeah."

"Is it satisfying enough for you?"

"Sure." Was he concerned with her pleasure or with his? It was hard to
tell now. "We'll just do it a little longer, that's all."

"It'll... it'll feel complete?" He didn't want to disappoint her,
though he sensed tonight would top their adventure on the carousel for
sure.

"What do you mean?"

"If we just... if we just did that stuff you could still feel as
good?"

A sly grin appeared on her face. It was a catch-22 she could tease him
mercilessly with for years to come.

"Welllllll..." Molly purred, "we can't *quite* replace what you're
missing- " She waved a hand through the empty air above his flat
crotch- "but... yeah. I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

"You'd do that?" he pouted. "Have fun without getting my rocks off?"

"They are off, dear. You don't have any more rocks to worry about."

"Oh. Right." He collected his scattered faculties and surveyed her
body anxiously. "Well..." Surely she had the same throbbing body parts
as his now? Surely hers wanted some attention too? "I'm not sure where
to start, you know? I mean I'm sure I still know what to do with you,
I just have no idea what to do it with." He shrugged. "You know?"

She kissed him. "Why don't we just pick up where we left off..."

She worked two fingers between his legs again, cajoling his clit back
from its snug home.

They necked like they always had. Thank goodness he hadn't forgotten
how to do that.

In fact... he drew the kisses out longer... even encouraging her to
play with his softer, smaller form... those gentle hands cupping her
face... pointed nipples brushing against hers... tilting his neck
back, inviting her in.... His coyness aroused her more than usual at
this stage.

At this stage...

She couldn't just expect him to go about his business and move down a
series of checkpoints on her body. She had to do the same with him
now.

She'd never made love to another woman. Could she even think in those
terms? For some reason she very badly wanted his first time as a girl
to be an enjoyable one.

And his last.

What was she supposed to do? she wondered, as their forceful hands
thrashed through one another's hair.

Lord his shampoo was overpowering... she couldn't concentrate...

Should she even try? She didn't usually think about any of it... She
rarely had to worry about turning him on. An occasional blow
job. Sometimes he wanted a show, but like all men, when it came to his
actual physical pleasure, there wasn't much to know. At least it
didn't seem to be as frustrating for her as it did for him
sometimes. He had a hard time finding his way around her body.

He was much better since the honeymoon... that had made for some
lovely practice, she recalled wistfully.  But still... even she didn't
always know exactly what she wanted. And then she got so flustered
with him when he asked.

She didn't want to be shouted at for not being a mind reader...

Oh fuck it.

She was worrying about a lot of nothing.

Let's have sex. He's getting into it. He'll tell me if I screw up. I
always do with him. No head games. She did it enough to him in bed.

Two women would just multiply it if they weren't careful.

She giggled as she let go of his follicles.

Her hands snaked up his soft front, passing tenderly over each
delicate rib. Everything about him was so much smaller... His back
arched to greet her palms, just as a woman's would. She dutifully
cupped and tweaked each of his nipples.

With a small moaning yelp pushed back on her in surprise, breaking off
their long kiss. He looked down at himself, smiling.

"Great, aren't they?" she said.

"And all this time I thought you were just indulging me."

"No. I really mean it. I like you playing with my nipples."

"Oh yeah?" He went to work on her buttons. They'd wanted to stay at
least partly dressed and make it a quickie but... missing the credits
didn't seem all that bad now.

He slipped one of her straps off and tugged her wide, flat nipple from
its cup.

Realizing what he'd just done, he gave his own bosom another
self-conscious glance. "I guess I'm gonna need one of these things
too." Would one of hers even fit?

"They don't sag much at all," she reassured him. "They're great. We'll
worry about it later."

Later...

*Would* it be a problem later? For some reason he refused to get
distressed about it. He didn't want to stay like this forever but...

She nudged him away before he snapped from whatever spell he had cast
on himself and started playing with her breasts.

Inching forward with a steamy smile, she kissed his own pair, slowly
ringing the twin knobs of flesh with her tongue...

He hardly noticed the pipe in his back.

Why didn't someone ever build a reclineable toilet? he wondered.

And why didn't women read more on the can? They certainly sat more.

And did strange thoughts like these occur to them when they made love?
Was that why she giggled in bed when nothing really was going on?

Oh those teeth...! Shit! The way she bit his nipple... he had to have
more. Yes! Finally a job for those sharp nails! He pinched furiously
at the lonely twin, but his wife wouldn't allow any of it. She brushed
him away and squeezed it between her own clear talons, rolling him
under her fingers and yanking in every direction.

The points kept getting stiffer, as if their erection would have no
end... crinkling like ice-cubes were on them... but it was heat
welling up. How odd... It sent warm shivers through his crotch too.

Did his chest swell? It wasn't just the extra heaving of his
lungs. His ribcage was too small, he realized, even if his width up
top had multiplied. No... his tits actually felt
bigger... warmer... her touch was changing them somehow.

His heart pounded.

How could things so soft and mushy be topped with points so hard and
faraway? His old dick was anchored to something even harder but these
floated on clouds... ethereal, jello clouds...

Molly pulled away, a nipple firmly trapped in her playful grin.

It drew into such a fine, thin peak...

Farther... he wanted more...

He never imagined it was safe to be so harsh with a woman's
tits... but he didn't fear her biting anything off at all. He loved
it.  They were there to be bitten. He finally understood why she
nibbled at him in bed...

Thwack.

They jiggled sweetly together on his chest. She'd stirred up such
pleasant vibrations inside them. He brushed the skin on their bottoms,
surprised at its sensitivity, cupping them for her as she turned her
oral attentions to his other nipple.

He looked down at the glistening residue on his reddish spike, a wet
oval mixed with hints of her smeared lip gloss. He'd never had
fantasies of Molly with anyone else... but seeing his wife lap at
another set of full, milky breasts was more erotic than he thought.

The smell of wet pussy had always aroused him... but now... now it
frothed from his *own* loins, oozing from the very crotch that tingled
at its scent. The more he smelled, the wetter he became and the
stronger the fragrance in his bloom... The vicious circle set loose a
veritable fountain of desire. It was unbearable.

He desperately needed something to rub on... anything...

There it was.

Whose hand was it?

It must be his. Hers plucked splendidly at his bosom like a suckling
child.

That valley under his fingers was so thin and narrow... so small to
his touch yet... so deep. Where did it all go? He searched for more on
the surface, shocked at just how small those parts of him had
shrunk... but... there was also so much under him opening
up... something started to feel really big, even if he couldn't get to
it all...

Molly was amazed the soft white skin of another woman's breasts could
arouse her so... but these warm pillows were simply too much. Her own
saliva poured out on them, anticipating the wetness growing between
her own legs.

She loved his low, tender moans. She'd learned to like his little
grunts in that big hard body but now... watching this passive streak
come out as she played with his smaller form... The idea of having sex
with someone who looked so young and innocent sent the itch even
through her. This warm, soft girl would cuddle with her forever...

They would explore one another's intimate places... kiss all day or
throw their legs back to lick at each other... whatever struck their
fancy... make the other moan and scream... boss and dominate each
other... relax and melt into each other's arms... kiss soft
thighs... mesh breasts and let their tender flesh mingle with their
devotion...

The fantasies rolled through her mind like a waterfall. She was
shocked at the enjoyment they fed to her fluttering heart. Everything
she'd ever been with her husband suddenly was washed away and turned
around on her... and it felt so good... the thrill of
disorientation... the novelty they'd come in looking for...

A thumb brushed her belly-button.

A nail scratched her.

She looked down at the wild gyrations between his legs.

His fuzzy yellow pubes flew back and forth like they were rooted in
putty. The rubbery nothingness there drove home the truth of his new
gender.

She brought the march of pliant wet flesh to a halt.

"Let me do that."

"Really?" He winked at her. "You don't want a show?"

"Sexy as you are and strangely attracted to you as I am... I still
don't have the urge to see another woman friggin' herself off."

"Just me, huh?"

"Just you." She pinched his cheek. "I'll do it again tonight if you
want..." she smirked, "or maybe you want me to leave you alone with
the mirror?"

"No," he said with some embarrassment. "It's just... I couldn't wait
anymore," he whispered.

"I know how it can get," she said, kissing him.

She stood and tried to massage the red streaks from the back of her
thighs. Her feet prickled from lack of blood. How long had they been
perched on the commode, making out? She looked at her watch. Twenty
minutes. It flew by.

Sensing what she wanted as she backed away, he scooted his full bottom
closer to the edge, letting it pour over the lip. He fought the
stainless steel with his shoulders to no avail. There was just no way
his back could get comfortable now.

Ker-flush.

The spray tickled his bottom.... that ass that was so unusually plump
and wide. It made sitting so much easier and kept the thinner him from
falling in. How could the rest of him be so small and yet some parts
feel even larger than they were? He understood the breasts, but the
hips too? The short legs he saw were so much smaller and
narrower... so why did they feel fat?

Molly giggled at the water swirling under him. "Hard to get comfy?"

"Yeah."

"Turn a little sideways. No... lean on the wall... Better?"

"Some," he said, further spreading his legs.

She looked down at the porcelain tiles. So she'd end up kneeling on
them after all. Who would have thought this was how he'd talk her into
it? He'd outdone himself.

He grinned as she pulled a thick towel from one of the bags and lay it
down at his feet.

"Came prepared, huh?" he smirked.

She slapped his silky smooth thigh.

"Ah!" he yelped.

The plump limb did more than quiver. The shock traveled in an instant
through his whole frame. His bottom almost went for a swim.

He lassoed an arm around the silver pipe.

This didn't bode well.

He had no idea what a female orgasm was like, but he didn't want to
spoil it by sliding into the can at the worst possible moment.

Could he hold on well enough? How distracting would it be? Sometimes
hers looked so powerful...

"What are you frowning about now?"

"My arm's not very strong."

"I know, sweetheart." She sighed in sympathy as she sat back on her
haunches. "I'm sorry I hit you... both times. Can you open up a little
wider?" She waved at his legs. "That's better. Scoot closer." She
giggled.  He had one shoulder on the wall and the other braced against
the pipe. His toes fluttered as they tried to make it to the door. The
poor thing was so short. "You look like a pretzel."

He frowned again. "It's cramped. Are you sure it'll work?"

"I'll help." She smiled and propped his leg on her shoulder.

She stared at the yellow triangle inches under her nose. The tip of
his pink bud glistened... almost twinkled at her from its hiding
place.

She knew what was next, though she'd never thought about it before. It
would all be guesswork. That she wasn't filled with abject disgust
about it still amazed her.

She absentmindedly wet her lips as she thought about it.

Her husband had trouble reading her blank expression. It wasn't her
usual lustful anticipation. He wanted to reassure her but he just
couldn't think of the proper thing to say.

'Don't worry, I won't think you're a lesbian'? 'I know you're still
being faithful to me and when this is all sorted out we can get back
to normal'? 'Thanks for doing something repulsive to please me'?

No. He'd used that one last week.

"I... I love you" was all that stammered out. That and a goofy grin.

"I know." She kissed his hand and grinned back in sympathy. She
understood his dilemma. Like always, she seemed to know exactly what
was going through his mind.

It was all so theoretical... Maybe he could be her guide. How did he
always start out? She parted his blonde pubes under her fingers,
taking several tries to sweep each to its proper side.

Then there it was, the small rosy bump that caused half the population
such delightful fun... and occasionally such frustration.

Like now. What to do with it?

A fleshy half-circle rose up above it, trailing off to his groin like
a ramp. And there was the definitely moist shine lower down...

He had such tiny pussy lips compared to hers, she thought as she
spread them further apart. Three quarters laid end to end would
overwhelm them. Two would give his slot a run for its money.

Why did they remind her of paper clips? They were pretty, though. So
was the pink further inside. It was pleasant on the eyes. Her own
parts were starting to lose that color, she realized with a tinge of
envy.

What did the average pair look like? Should she ask him? She knew he
hadn't been with many other women but his experience was still far
wider than hers.

"Having second thoughts?" he whispered.

"Huh?" She looked up at him. "No. I was just thinking how cute it is."

"It does look nice, doesn't it?... I was wondering how it tasted when
I first saw it..."

Molly grinned at his hint and finally leaned in for a sample, her long
pointed tongue thrashing up and down like a serpent.

She snickered in surprise. "Not half-bad."

He was slightly different than she was. But they definitely shared
that second chromosome. That musky flavor... salty but... otherwise
indescribable. Speak of it... categorize it... and it would lose its
power and mystery.

Suddenly it registered how odd it was to be familiar with her own
taste at all. She'd never had any desire to savor her own juices, had
she? It was just something that happened when she licked her fingers
for more lubrication... though it was getting sexier in retrospect...

But it would never arouse her like this.

It was the smell every woman had to put up with. Nothing special. Hard
to avoid once it became obvious.

But the taste.

Tasting was a choice... a choice that thrilled her...

"Not half-bad, huh?"

Her tongue dipped into him again, drawing a liquid sheet across his
clit. She smiled and wrapped a delicate globule on her middle finger,
offering it to him playfully.

"What's your opinion?" she lilted.

He sucked on the member pumping into his mouth and relished the
friendly old aroma that he, impossibly enough, secreted all on his
own. The independence of the act sent a double thrill through him.

And the unknown and throbbing alien parts between his legs signaled
their approval by further unfolding. So weird... It felt... felt like
the wrapper peeling off of a child's gift... the way the shiny paper
crinkles up and tears...

"Like it?" she asked again.

"Yumph," he moaned.

"Yeah... you like it, don't you?" she teased. He always had, strangely
enough. She never understood that... She'd never even cared much for
the taste of semen so why did this of all things suddenly appeal to
her?

What was going on with both of them?

She shrugged. So what if in the worst case she ended up sharing a bed
with another lesbian? She couldn't think of much else sweeter than his
glistening snatch right now.

Mmm... she inhaled the steam rising through her fingers. His pussy was
calling to her tongue... she wanted to probe it again, discover what
lay hidden inside... what part of herself...

His moans resumed as her tongue plunged into his moist depths and
began a slow journey up from his vagina... parting the new wrinkles of
flesh that touched in odd spots and seemed to dance around on each
other. She circled his clit with what looked like a huge grin hidden
under those yellow hairs.

He grabbed each of his nipples and twirled them under his thumbs'
delight.

She thrust into him again, probing the odd ring she found with the
tiny bristles of her feeler. He giggled as the coarse monster squirmed
away and forced apart his increasingly slick walls.

The taste, so familiar to her and now slightly different as it poured
from another woman... it became alluring, reinforced by his sweet
sighs of pleasure and the fresh new textures greeting her
tongue... flat and silky smooth, soft, wet, yielding flesh... the most
sensitive, delicate part of a woman's body... her warmest... the
wrinkles she'd felt on herself all these years but never
savored... She had no idea he'd felt all these things with his mouth
these many years... kissing her most intimate places as she did for
him now. It connected them like never before.

He could feel his desire trickling down his wet canal, as natural as
the stiffening of his old erection. Like some peculiar sweating the
warmer the friction with her tongue made him.

Humidity wasn't something he'd ever associated with arousal
there. Orgasm, sure. For a moment it did vaguely remind him of ending
fun. Then everything was perfect again. He wanted to flood her mouth
with juice... open up... pave the way... to something more... It was a
beginning, not an end...

Her tongue marched on to other endeavors, replaced by an equally eager
finger. He liked the way it slid around better, though he missed
kissing her like that... missed her lips sucking at his sweet ring.

Her lithe, pumping knuckles rasped against his satiny folds
enchantingly. He wished she'd add another... or this one would grow
even bigger.

Did size really matter to women? How much?

Somewhere under all that pleasurable friction, the movement against
that strange circular ridge was a bit irritating. Was that his vaginal
ring? Did he have to loosen up more as things progressed. She always
did. Was that why she was going slow?

She was right. It did take longer... but it was all the more
sweeter...

She paddled his nubbin mercilessly, flicking it back and forth as
delicately as she could.  She'd never had to give much thought to
being gentle with her husband in bed like this.

Was she getting it right?

She mumbled her unintelligible question.

"Yes," he whispered, "oh yes... don't stop..."... hurry... take your
time... both... "Ah!" he laughed and sucked his lip in.

Like an expert she glided so softly over that sensitive spot... That
wonderfully warm, wet visitor... its tiny bumps lapping sensuously
over that bud... that bud that burned harder and harder but never
changed size. How utterly impossible...

Instead... something- it maybe?- grew *within* him. His vaginal walls
became more rigid as she bore down on them. Even the thin brackets
warding off the pubic forests grew deeper... he could feel clearly the
outline of that pouting donut as it swelled between his legs... the
one he'd always loved seeing... but could see no longer... A
wonderful, frustrating paradox to have...

He reveled in the tender, moist noises of her beautiful,
half-submerged face. She looked so happy right now... those pretty
eyes of hers... How could he feel guilty about any of it? The way she
moaned in pleasure from it...

She? That had to be him... what a sexy new voice. The whole spectacle
feed on itself, turneding him on the more of it he took it in.

The way she flicked faster and faster... then pausing to nurse again
with her pretty lips... the louder slurping...

His whole body convulsed, unable to hold up under the impossibility of
it all.

He grabbed on for all he was worth. His arms grew surprisingly strong
and found new determination as the secret joys of femininity wracked
them.

His palm turned red against the silver metal.

She wouldn't let up. That damn frustrating tongue that sent delightful
explosions of irritation... surges of joy skipping over him... His
heart exploded in his throat. His tits shook acutely and quivered in
symphony with his thighs... those thighs trying to wring every ounce
of pleasure from the head trapped between them... perhaps they could
even suck her in... yes... she'd love it in there... he'd love having
her...

The waves didn't stop... He bit painfully to keep from crying out. He
whimpered in joy like the girl he'd snuck into a closet at school.
Tears welled up just as they had in her.

Things were suddenly even wetter down there. Molly's cheeks glistened.

"Mhun," he gasped in feminine discomfort.

It was suddenly sensitive.

He mustered the strength to push her back, savoring the last
contraction as it spread from her finger and rippled to every corner.

He sniffed back some mucus.

"Wow." He laughed weakly. "That was great."

She sat up and kissed him, sharing his salty musk once more.

She brushed his long hair to the side and curled it behind his ear.

"It's not as much fun when you can't kiss, is it?" he whispered.

She kissed him again. "No. It's not quite as satisfying."

"I wish we could have both."

"So do I, but the furniture here isn't accommodating."

His eyes dropped. "Thanks," he said sheepishly.

"Hey," she said softly. She cupped his chin and brought his gaze back
to her. "I enjoyed doing it for you. It was very special." He
beamed. "You've got that wonderful glow." She continued to stroke his
long mane.

"Isn't it your turn?" he smirked.

Molly eyed the toilet with contempt. "I'm not sitting on that
thing. Who knows what it'll do to me? I don't want to be a teenage
bimbo again. I've had enough ass-pinching to last the rest of my
life."

Ass-pinching? Was that what was in store for him?

He stood and rubbed his hindquarters. "You won't notice it when your
butt's asleep," he shot. He stretched and forced her against the door.

"Damn. You really are short."

"I know..." he sighed. He frowned and twisted around, surprising
himself with his flexibility. He looked down at those lovely thighs
and savored that lusciously plump, if reddened, rear end. They were
beautiful and well proportioned legs... but adult, all right. These
gams wouldn't be getting any longer. "What am I going to do?" He could
barely touch the top of the stall.

He turned and cupped her breasts. The nipples were eye-level.

"I'm sorry." She kissed his forehead.

He gazed up into her eyes and kissed a nipple in return. He nudged the
rest of her blouse over her milky shoulders until it fell crumpled
into the bag. He the eased the lacey blue cups lower and ran his lips
delicately over the large disk that was revealed. Slowly he sucked at
it, drawing it into a fine point.

The red pouting mouth, the strands of saliva connecting it with her
nipple... she couldn't believe another woman- one so pretty, with
those baby blue eyes- nursed at her like this.

She stroke his silky hair and smiled at him. He tugged at her so
perfectly, just as he always had... but the smaller mouth was
unfamiliar there... delightful but...

Those girlish eyes were so young and serious... so sad... What if he
was trapped this way?

His face brightened. He smiled at her as he drew away, letting sticky
strands snap back to the wet oval he'd made on her cozy chest.

"Well," he said playfully, "You know what they say. There's always one
thing short chicks are good for..."

"You pig!" Molly smirked.

He sat on the towel and felt his plump bottom spread out again. He
rubbed some fluid dripping down the inside of his thighs.

His big, plaintive eyes looked up at her. "Come on. You liked it when
I did it as a guy..."

She tossed her brunette curls back with a smile. "I suppose I
did. You're just so damn cute." And so short. She didn't want to say
anything.

Slowly, silently she bent down, widening her knees.

"Don't tell me you never fantasized about abusing one of the prissy
cheerleaders this way?" She chuckled and grabbed the back of his
head. "That's the spirit."

"Lick me, you bitch in heat."

"I love it when you talkmumphunghfarl- "

Her vagina stabbed at his chin, doing its best to fuck it. He kneaded
her cushiony ass between his fingers as his tongue plunged into her
thick folds.

The fishy odor was over powering. Was she stronger today? It wasn't
the right part of her period. And she'd showered after aerobics. He
thought back to that brief moment she'd hovered over the male him in
the stall.

No. His sense of smell must be stronger. That or his appreciation.

He took another deep breath of her. The waffle iron between his legs
warmed. His own juices were flowing again, washing away the hardening
stickiness.

Was his tongue longer too? It seemed more agile than before. Maybe he
knew his way around better as a woman. He rolled her flaps from side
to side, careful to brush its broad surface against her knobby
clit. He curled the tip up and dipped into her honeypot, surprised at
how well it flexed.

Low moans rose up in her. She began to thrash. The bag at his foot
crumpled under her assault.

He brought her back to reality with a finger to her lips. He chuckled
as he saw her bite down, just as he'd done.

He smiled proudly.

Could she tell with his nose covered in her dark curly hair? Yeah. She
smiled back. He let go of the other half of her ass and latched onto a
tit. Why were they still in her bra? How inconsiderate of him...

She brushed him off and pulled her broad nipples further out, until
the surrounding mounds bulged over their supports. She clenched each
cap madly in her thumbs.

"Suck it, slut," she whispered passionately.

He suppressed another girlish giggle and clamped down on her mons,
shaking back and forth.

A hand dropped away from her tits and clawed desperately at the cold
metal wall. The suction was simply too much. Her knees wobbled ever
lower. She clutched at the back of his head.

A high pitched yelp got away from her. She quashed her cries into
quiet grunts. The way he kept flicking his tongue... over exactly the
right place... just the right pressure... the way his mouth pulled her
flesh out like that... his lips were cutting off her
circulation... her clit throbbed even harder. Two fingers plunged into
her.

Her face lit up like a roman candle. He loved how her eyes squinted
shut... the trembling lines of crows feet... the shivering line in her
chin... even the bared tooth grinding into her lip.

Her hips bucked like a harem dancer.

She finally gasped for air.

Her vagina clutched at his finger for the last time then her released
her from his grip.

Molly straightened until her knees brushed his neck. The sticky
cobwebs snapping off from his lips were sexy as always... even if it
was a petite blonde's saliva connected with her crotch.

Right about now they'd be getting down to some serious fucking.

But she didn't even own a dildo, much less have one in her purse. How
else would they pull the feat off?

She hoped there weren't a lot of sex stores in their future.

But there were bigger problems than that.

Could they even stay married like this? He'd certainly never give her
a child now. Was it a perverse world's way of punishing her for
waiting too long?

They embraced and drifted back to more earthly concerns.

She found another reason to worry as they showered each other in
affection . Her back hurt. He was too damn short like this. And she
wasn't strong enough for it.

"Enough's enough," she said, breaking it off.

She pulled away and bent over for her clothes.

"I love seeing your ass like that."

"Yeah?" She found her blouse and stood back up. "Yours looks the same,
remember?"

"Yeah?" He twisted around and surveyed his backside again. "I like the
way it looks too." She frowned as her fingers slid through the cups,
straightening them out. "Uhh..." he stammered. "I like yours better,
of course... You're not going to get pissed at me for looking at
another girl now are you? I mean if it's just me in the mirror?"

"You are cute," she sighed. "But let's see if we can't get you back to
normal. I don't want to end up with a shaved head and 'born to lick'
tattooed on my butt." Her lip snarled as she pulled up her skirt. "The
men's room is one thing... I've never even been in a dyke bar."

He draped a limp hand on her half open blouse, stood on his toes and
pulled her down to plant a kiss on her cheek. "You'd do that for me?"

"Do what?"

"Be a..." It sounded so harsh. "Be a lesbian. Stay with me this way?"

"Of course." She kissed him back as she finished the last button. "I
love you... And like you said, there's no 'or what' clause. I don't
want to get divorced like our parents did."

"I'd... I'd understand if- "

"Hey. I'm not going anywhere. We'll still be together. But we can talk
about that later if we have to."

"It doesn't make you queasy? I know sex with a man would for me."
Funny... It didn't right now. It did as a man but not as a woman...

He stroked his chin and stared at the perforated ceiling tiles.

"Hey." She put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine with it. I love
you. Who knows? Maybe I'm changed too. But let's not bother with it
yet. This could all end like that again." She snapped her fingers.

He turned to either side of the cubicle but there wasn't anywhere he
could look away. He pushed it from his mind and glanced around the
floor anxiously.

She was right. There were more immediate concerns.

What was he going to wear?

He sighed as he contemplated his nudity.

"I always knew women's fashions were difficult."

She chuckled. "Don't worry. Maybe we can get you back right away." His
eyebrow arched while she thought a moment. "Wait here while I check
the hallway, then come out of the stall and let's see if anything
happens."

The door swung wide as Molly departed.

He saw the room's vast white spaces, immaculately clean and open. Out
of instinct, he drew an arm across his warm breasts. It was chillier
in here than before. He'd be so embarrassed if someone saw his nipples
stiff like this.

Would he? What an alien thought. He drew a hand over his empty crotch
as well, though there was no longer as much to hide. The hair worked
for what little there was.

He'd never had this kind of modesty as a man.

He tiptoed out with the vague feeling he'd be betraying his true
gender if he did come across other men.

'Other'? That hardly seemed to apply anymore.

Still, shouldn't he give them the full view they wanted of all these
gentle curves and fatty dimples? He'd certainly be appreciative.

Yeah. *Too* appreciative.

He thought about the damn pimply-faced candy clerk he might have to
dart past.

"All clear," she whispered.

Well, leaving the stall hadn't done any good.

He skipped to the door, quite unprepared for the jiggling that rippled
through his newly soft parts. Damned buns and tits. Even his thighs
had betrayed him. And his fucked up center of gravity was headed for
China without him.

He probably looked like one of those stacked chicks they used to laugh
at when the PE class went for a run.

"Ooooh!" Molly shot straight as he grabbed her back.

"Shhh!" he reminded her.

"You scared me," she whispered. It felt like child's hands gripping
her waist. She looked over her shoulder at him, disappointed to find
the same adorable blonde. "Maybe it's the bathroom itself." Molly
walked cautiously into the lobby. She turned and caught him wedged in
the half-opened door, shivering. "I know it's cold, honey." She put
her palm up like a crossing-guard. "Just step out and if nothing
happens step back in."

She realized she'd have to grab him if something did happen. She
didn't want him walking back in there again as a man. Maybe she could
shove him into the men's room and go back for his old clothes.

She took a look around the bend, just far enough to tell if someone
was coming but not enough to catch the eye of the attendant. She
curled her finger back.

He stepped out and let the door close behind him.

Nothing.

He looked down at himself and huffed.

OK. Now was the time to panic.

A few minutes of fun and he was fucked for the rest of his life.

He was getting an idea of how nervous women could get the 'morning
after'... but pregnancy wasn't anywhere near his biggest concern.

"Ow- shit- !"

Molly crashed into him, throwing him against the swinging
door. "Shhh!" She turned him around in a flash and dragged him,
flailing breasts and all, into the far stall again.

What was...?

Shit! The door creaked again.

She put a finger to his lips and hastily rearranged her shiny white
shopping bags. And once more the commode's black magnet kissed his
cheeks as he pulled his knees to his chest. Then Molly stood with her
back to him, feet firmly planted on each side, just in case.

He clutched his breasts between his folded arms.

He wasn't sure he liked this being a woman stuff so much. Not all the
body parts were team players. He'd been helpless with these boobs
flying around everywhere. No matter how firmly he pressed their soft
bulges to his chest right now, he could still feel them bouncing out
of control.

Was that why Molly was always in a bra?

And that storm of gold swarming over his eyes...

The woman took the middle stall and, noticing another person in with
her, immediately went to gossiping like they were best friends.

So this is how a ladies room really worked...

He couldn't stop grinning.

"It's a damn strange movie if you ask me," the woman said.

He bit his lip again but Molly couldn't suppress a giggle. "Yeah. It
is unusual. But my boyfriend likes it."

He pinched her.

"Sounds like you need a new boyfriend."

His jaw dropped open.

"I may have to start looking. You could be right about that." She
stuck her tongue out at him. "Why are you watching it?"

"My cousin dragged me.  Nothing else to do tonight."

"Tell me about it."

"Thank goodness I don't have to date him to boot."

"That sucks. I had to take mine to the prom once." She shrugged,
indicating it was all made up.

"Those are the worst, aren't they? Pity dates?"

He couldn't hold it any longer. He let out a humorously squashed
gurgle.

The sound of swirling water filled the room again.

"Are you all right in there?" the lady asked as she pulled her pants
back on.

"I'll be fine. My date has this thing for chili dogs. Thanks for
asking, though."

"From how you describe him, honey, you should hide in here all night."

"I'm thinking about it."

The woman laughed and they heard the door swing shut again.

"Whew," he sighed.

The immediacy of their dilemma returned. She faced him once more.

"Hey," he said. "I've got an idea. Straddle my hips again." This *was*
roughly the position that had caused all the trouble.

She shrugged. "It's worth a shot."

Still nothing.

"Maybe I have to be in my old clothes."

That made progressively more sense.

They tried that.

Again nothing.

He sighed. "Maybe I have to be in *your* clothes."

Again nothing. Even when he coaxed her into sitting on the can,
against all her best judgment. He'd almost twisted her arm off for
that.

She peeked out from between her fingers when the green glow failed to
rematerialize and rolled her palms over in the pale white light.

Thank goodness she wasn't a warthog or something.

"Ok." He sank to the tiles, still clad in her loose fitting
skirt. "Now we're in deep shit."

"Maybe I should put your pants on?" she suggested.

"Oh who gives a fuck? We're hopelessly screwed."

She gave it a shot anyway, while he stewed on the floor. No luck even
when he stood over her and unzipped the fly.

What the hell had they done to get it to work in the first place?

"Maybe it just takes time to wear off. Maybe you'll sit on the can at
home and- " she snapped her fingers.

"Yeah," he sighed in dejection, sinking into the wall. "Maybe.... or
I'm really fucked...."

"You mean 'we are.' We're in this together." She patted his shoulder.
Her lip twitched into half a frown. "In the worst case... being a
girl's not all bad... is it?"

"No," he sighed again, continuing to look at the floor. "I guess
not... but what'll we do with our friends and families? Would anyone
believe us if we told them the truth? They'd come in here and rip this
place apart for sure. And then I might never get back."

He was right. It would be a lot more complicated than just that.

She absentmindedly fingered the wallet in his back pocket. It'd
changed her. Had it changed the rest of the world too?

She pulled his billfold out and opened it with mild interest Her
finger dawdled over his unaffected photo.

"Still me?" he asked.

"Yeah... the old you, at any rate," she sighed. "You were handsome. I
want you to know I really liked the way you looked."

"Thanks." He kissed her hand. "But I always knew that."

"Well... It's not all bad. You're younger. Maybe we'll have an extra
five years together." He scowled at her. "What? It's all I could think
of. There're other pluses I'm sure." She stood and pulled the
ill-fitting skirt from his waspy waist. She took a deep breath. "I
guess now we make a run for the car and hope it wears off."

He took her blouse and bra off in silence and watched as she crawled
back into them. He usually liked seeing her hop into a dress. But not
tonight. Not after wearing it himself.

The bra had been strangely nice. He finally understood why she wore
that thing. The support was good. He actually felt lighter with
it. And less fat. It was almost sad feeling his new flesh slide from
the cups and bulge out over his ribs. He was somehow less protected
against the world. Still... something must have been wrong. Parts of
it were oddly tight. And others weren't. It was clearly too loose for
his frame.

He rubbed the sore spots on his shoulder left by the chafing straps
and suddenly it registered. This was the first time he'd ever been in
girl's clothing.

And it might not be the last.

Well... they felt normal enough on him, even if they didn't fit well.
That was the strange thing about all this. He knew it was odd... and
certainly novel... but nothing was out of place the way he'd expect it
to feel. Disappointment. That was it. But not panic like the world had
been set on fire, which his had.

But what can you really do without a fire exit?

He looked at his now useless slacks as she smoothed her blouse. No
matter how tight he pulled his belt he'd still flop all over the extra
fabric in the legs. Maybe he could roll them up.... No he'd need a
needle and thread... And the crotch would look like the canvas on a
sailboat.

"How can I get to the car like this? I can't go hide in the
theater. And if there's not a time limit on this thing and I don't
change back soon..." He bit his lower lip, too scared to state their
biggest fear... They couldn't stay here forever just hoping for the
best. What if the end of the picture rolled around and still nothing?
They'd be trapped. "Is there anything in those bags I can put on?"

"Not unless you're Hindu." He arched an eyebrow. "I bought new sheets
this afternoon."

"Oh. I suppose we'll need them," he sighed.

"Why?" Did he have something in mind?

"There may be two wet spots to sleep on now."

She chuckled.

Speaking of wet spots... her panties did feel kind of damp between her
legs. Damn. She'd never shared her underwear with another girl. Now
she knew why.

She rummaged through her purse. "I've got an extra pad if you need
it."

Did he?

He probed around his crotch again, trying not to stir any new trouble
up. His lust felt momentarily quenched but... you never knew with
women. They could go again at any time or completely lose
interest... right? Would he learn why? She never explained it well.

"I am kind of sticky down there." What did she do for it?

He watched as she opened a package and tore out a flat looking strip
with bulges on the side. It vanished under her waistband while she
fidgeted with her panties.

He'd never really seen her do this before. Not dressed like this in a
public place. It seemed so ordinary. Not intimate like at home... not
that he'd ever paid much attention before to what exactly happened. It
grossed him out, like most guys he knew.

He tried to follow her as best he could, acutely that aware he might
have to figure all this out for himself now.

What did he have to hold one in with? He peered in the bags. What
could he do with those sheets? A big diaper, maybe?

She picked the towel up off the ground.

"I was thinking that myself. It's not going to do you much good
without something to wear." She was silent a moment. "We've got those
dirty gym clothes out in the car. I know mine won't fit you very well
but it's better than nothing. You can always roll the legs and sleeve
up." She handed him the towel. "Why don't you get yourself as dry as
possible?"

Not wanting to soil the new towel, he went for the roll of tissue
hanging on the side.

"Toilet paper may stick, sweetheart. Just use the towel since we've
got it."

He dabbled it gingerly on the impossible void hanging between his
legs.

"Sorry. I know how yucky you find it."

He shrugged. "It seems sort of normal. At least it doesn't make me
uneasy like it used to."

"I know. Isn't it the strangest thing how we've both been affected?"

"Yeah... Let's not hang around to find out how I cope with periods."

She snorted.

How *would* he react to blood coming out of there all day? He pulled
at the hairs, getting each as clean as he could... but the little
reminders never stopped coming. From the way the surrounding skin
tugged into little pyramids of flesh... but never down the
middle... He knew for sure there was an unmistakable slit, even when
he couldn't see it. It was always there.

He dragged the cloth along each side of his labia, wondering off-hand
if they hadn't shrunk even more while he wasn't paying attention.

"Yours don't feel smaller now, do they?"

"My what?" She followed his eyes down to his crotch. "Oh. They do
that... not as dramatically as a penis but they do change size." She
cocked her head. She guessed he'd only ever seen them getting
bigger. "Unless I think about it... sometimes it's like my vagina's
not even there..."

"There's so much that's not there."

She chuckled. "I suppose it feels that way for you." She couldn't
imagine what he must be going through... to have a proud set of balls
one minute and flat nothing the next. He was handling it very well.

They both were, come to think of it. They were more adult about it
than the two joking kids who'd first come in would have been.

He wiped away as much of the stickiness as he could from his new love
tunnel. It was trying to stay shut for some reason... It did that?
Tried to go away, like she'd said?... The coarse fabric was irritating
but he wanted to get it all out. He was surprised at the way sensation
dropped off the farther in his finger went...

"That's enough," she warned. "A little moisture's not a bad thing."
She yanked the terrycloth from his fist. "You can rub yourself raw
like that and not know it for a while... What you want is a douche,
which I don't have on me..."

"Really? I never did that to you, did I?"

"What?"

"Rubbed you raw?"

"Well..." Her eyes got very shy and the bridge of her nose
wrinkled. "I learned a good lesson on her honeymoon..."

"Sorry."

"It was my fault too." She put a hand on his shoulder. "It was kind of
sweet in a way. Whenever we sat down to eat, I'd get sore again and
smile at you..."

"So that's what that was about?" He patted her cheek. "Time to
reminisce later." Reminiscing might be all they had... "You gotta get
me out of here."

She gathered his clothes into one of the bags and with one of the
white bed sheets, did her best to fashion him a toga. The kind of this
that wouldn't look completely out of place on a teenage
girl... particularly at a film like this.

Then it hit her. An so brilliant in its simplicity...

Maybe they'd been going about this all wrong.

What would the men's room do?

Should she calm her husband's fears with her hypothesis? If it worked
he could-

No! If it worked *she* could...

Yeah!

Molly snapped out of it with a smirk.

"What?"

"I thought of something that may work."

"What? A dress?" Wouldn't that take thread?

"No. Something to get the old you back. But I'll have to try it out
first. You go wait in the car."

"By myself? Why? What is it?"

"I don't want to get your hopes up." She tasted blood as she struggled
to keep a straight face. "It's probably nothing."

He looked at his watch. "The movie ends in twenty minutes. Everybody
will be out. Whatever you've got in mind, we've got to get this fixed
before then.  This isn't a tiny problem here."

"I know. I can't risk having you around here dressed like that while I
poke around. It may take a while. Just run to the car and find
something that fits a little better. Take the bags. I'll be pop out in
a bit and let you know." He frowned. "Look. There's no moon tonight
and the parking lot's deserted. You should be fine. Take the rear fire
exit so the soda jerk won't see you."

He frowned again and swept more golden hair from his face but it only
floated back across his nose like a carrot teasing a horse. "Fuck!
It's everywhere." He'd had enough of it. It was time to have this out!

He sighed. Fists weren't much good.

Darn. He flinched at the way she was watching him. "I mean it's cute
and everything... It looks good in the mirror... but, um... how do you
deal with it?"

"Mine's styled..." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at
him. "Here." She took one of the socks out of his shoe.

"Phew. Do you have any idea where- "

"Shut up, already." She scooped his mangled hair back and tied him off
like an open loaf of bread. "Better?"

He tossed his head around.

It was more manageable. "Yuck." He crinkled his nose at the sock
colliding with his face.

"Worth it?"

"Barely."

She slapped his ass. "Now get out of here, will you, before someone
spots us..."


                          -*-

              To Be Continued...
                        Unisex By Unilever
                                 2

A naked man came running toward the car, hand over his crotch.

"Harry?" he whispered. "Hurry up. Let me in."

"Who the hell are you?" the petite woman asked, trembling under her
makeshift blanket.

The man held a gold band in front of the window, a small one pinched
between his large fingers...

"I'm your wife, dammit! Now let me in."

"How do I know you didn't hit her and-"

He pressed the side of his head to the glass, revealing one of her
diamond studs in his ear... her ear? Oh no...

"I visited the damn men's room," she sputtered. "Now let me in, you
turd, before someone sees a hairy ape with a giant erection knocking
on a little woman's car!"

He laughed. It was her all right. She even kicked the side of the
door.

He popped the lock and Molly almost pulled it off its hinges, flooding
the car in light. He winced as her enormous prick collided on the
steering wheel with a deep masculine "umph." Her furry mit shot
instinctively over her groin again, drawing a parade of feminine
giggles.

Nothing she did could keep it out of sight, not even the crumpled up
miniskirt in her fist. The organ had to be at least eight or nine
inches long. Maybe more. He'd never seen one so big. She'd become a
stereotypical object of lust, just like he had.

The darkness returned with a slam of the door.

"Funny, huh?" It *had* bobbed around humorously when she hit it. And
it was more shock than pain, though it obviously wasn't designed to
bend sideways like that. "You make a silly little woman, you know
that? Why didn't you let me in faster?"

"Well I was scared," he pouted. "You never know who's out here at
night."

"Crap." She hit the dashboard with her fist. "Was that why you moved
the damn car? The place is deserted. I told you that. I had a heart
attack when I ran around from the fire exit. I thought you'd vanished
into thin air as part of the curse."

Even with a hand over his full, ruby lips he couldn't stop the
snickering. "You *had* to visit the men's room, didn't you? So,
what...? you sat on the crapper and it happened?" He snapped his
fingers in mockery.

"I looked down and it got *so* big, *so* fast..." Her eyes were wide
open in a mixure of awe and terror.

He giggled uncontrollably. "Turned yourself on by looking in the
mirror, huh?... Yeah. Been there done that." He giggled even harder.

"Yeah," she said, the frustration evident in her brow. "But I couldn't
get it to go back down..." she drawled. "How do you get it to go back
down? I started stroking it but... I didn't want to waste it. And I
had to get back to you so I made a mad dash. And you had all the
clothes that fit." She shook her useless, wadded up outfit in one of
her fists. "I couldn't even get my elbow past the sleeve. This
fellow's huge."

"And built like a brick shithouse, as they say... I can see why you
got turned on." Harry cleared his throat and dug around in the
backseat shadows for another sheet. "It's a good thing you have a
hairy ass now. It's chilly out."

"Really? It feels warmer than when we first got here."

"It doesn't to me..."

"Why's the damn seat so cramped?" She fiddled with a lever until her
proud new dick sprang free of the wheel.

"It was hard to reach the gas pedal," he whined, causing his wife to
chuckle again. "Well, shit." He scowled at her and straightened
up. "Enough of this. Now that we know it works, let's get back in
there and get this over with."

She pinned his shoulder. "Come on. I gave you your fun. I don't even
like women. Until now..." she mused. She winked at the luscious
babe. "Admit it. You want to know what it's like."

"What?!" Real sex!? He turned pale. But it wasn't that he didn't want
to... "What if... what if it's just a one time thing? What if we got
to get back as fast as possible or it's permanent?"

"We'll adjust," she teased. "Don't forget that batch of cookies you've
got to bake for Susan's birthday next week." Him in the kitchen. That
would be funny to watch.

"I *don't* think your brother is expecting a blonde nymphet."

"Rats." She scowled herself. "Good point..." she sighed. "But what if
we do change back and it never happens again? Or it does something
even weirder? We still don't know exactly what it'll do to us..."

He pondered it a moment. For once found himself rather pleased with
the possibility. "Hey! Maybe we'll just swap for what the other's got
now." He eyed her erection. "Cool." That would be fun... and he'd beat
her brother in their next pick-up game for sure.

"There's no way I'm going to be that short!" she protested.

Then she noticed the monster between her legs that held his rapt
attention.

There was no way she was going to allow that in her, either.

Maybe in *him*...!

She got a sly grin.

A car started in the distance, drawing them both to the glowing clock
on the dash.

"Yup. Here they come. We'll have to wait for sure now..." she
teased. "You know you were right about no doors on the men's
stalls. No way you could go in there as a woman, make it to one of the
commodes and not have anyone notice."

So it was the crapper again and not the urinal, huh? He'd be sure to
remember that...

"I'd rather be a man again than polite. Come on..."

"Just wait, will you? Maybe it doesn't work with on-lookers." She
shook his tugging hand off and searched the bag for his car keys.

But there wasn't anything in his pockets other than his wallet.

Why the hell weren't they...

Of course. He'd left them in the ignition.

She was so stupid sometimes. She smacked her temple.

"Ow."

"Stronger than you remember, huh? Let me slap you next time. I promise
you'll enjoy it more."

"Ha ha." She cranked the ignition and headed to the farthest, least
lit corner of the nearly-empty mall.

"I notice you took the sock out, huh?"

"Yeah. It didn't look sexy in the mirror. Don't you think?"

"I like it all free like that. Be careful about tangling it." She
started snickering. "So..." she sneered as she turned the wheel, "I
see you're finally doing something different with your hair... Yeah, I
like it... Yeah, it's good. Yeah, I mean I liked it before... oh
no..." she whined, puckering her lips.

He punched her considerable bicep. "I do *not* say those kinds of
things to you..."

She pinched him. "You're supposed to say 'Took you long enough to
notice' *before* you get in a huff."

"Yeah..." He folded his arms with a big grin. "You're right of
course."

They pulled between a set of parallel lines painted on the black
asphalt. The headlights flicked off and the grassy field dissolved
into the night again.

"We'll just wait here out of sight, OK?"

"Fine," he sighed.

He looked down and clutched the sheet tighter to his chest, deepening
the twin dimples. Uneasy with the sight, he shifted an arm over his
boobs for modesty's sake and found himself getting fascinated with
their plush glow all over again.

He glanced at Molly. She hadn't done a thing with the sheet he'd given
her. Why wasn't she more concerned about being naked? Particularly
with that big sausage sticking up between her legs?

"Don't worry," she said. "We'll be safe. With the windows tinted, I
couldn't see a thing from the outside. I'm sure no one'll spot us."

'Don't worry.'

It echoed in his head like her mantra for the evening. Wasn't he the
happy-go-lucky one? She was the one always jumping on him to take out
the garbage or balance the check book.

Where was that thing anyway...

Molly casually leaned over and draped a powerful arm around his
alabaster shoulders. He looked so shy hiding under that cotton tent.

She ventured a kiss. Familiar stubble rubbed against a soft, young
cheek.

She opened the glove compartment next to his knee and a dull white
glow spread through the lower half of the car.

The shadows only added to the beauty of her lover's face. She kissed
him again, surprised at how much more attractive he'd become since her
own change.

A hand wandered over the top of the white fabric, coaxing it a bit
lower. His arm loosened and her fingers worked their way into his warm
bosom.

She couldn't get this sexy little bombshell's body out of her mind. It
stayed there, glued to her skull. She imagined it in all sorts of
obscene positions... imagined the sounds... no, the screams Harry
would make and felt herself getting ever more rigid. She could feel
the *inside* of that throbbing hardness she'd always loved... it was
springing up on *her*... *hers* to direct... that spongy strength...

Her lips mashed against his with increasing force. She crowded him
against the door handle, but he far from protested.

Did guys really think this way? What sort of thoughts were running
through his mind right now?

She could probably make a guess if she focused on it... they did used
to be hers... but it was too much fun being who she was now. Leave it
to the woman to climb into her partner's head during sex. She didn't
need to. There was only one thing on her mind right now.

Fondling all that soft sweet flesh...

They could love and communicate and all that crap later.ĘShe wanted
some serious fucking.

She broke the tepid kiss off, but kept a sweaty palm wedged over his
affectionate nipples, tweaking them ever so persuasively.

Harry's breath raced from the touch. He was surprised at the emotions
running through him again... that he could feel such an attraction at
all... This wasn't his wife... and yet it was...

"Please?" Molly cocked a bushy eyebrow.

The hot breath poured over his bare breasts... her new musky
odor... He did love her. He did want to please her. The desire
bubbling through him was the same from the stall... but different...

She was different.

He frowned. "What if you get me pregnant?" She didn't say a
thing. "You wanted to do this authentically. You always make me wear a
rubber."

"Come on... I agreed not to tonight so it would be special." She'd
been on the pill long enough. Surely... Oh. She could see how the risk
might be higher for him.... Oddly enough, the possibility didn't
bother her much. It usually did. Were there any even in the car? Maybe
in his wallet, but still... "I'm a little better endowed than you are-
er, were, sweet meat." None of his would fit... Way to get him with
perfect logic.

"No glove, no love." Harry folded his arms.

"So? We've always wanted a family someday. Besides, you don't even
know when your period is."

"OK, smarty. You're so sure you understand the sense of humor of
whoever's done this to us? What if you get me pregnant, we swap back
and it turns out you're the one with child? Ready to give up the
Martov account and take maternity leave?"

There went the 'Don't you love me?' angle- the one she always used to
stay alert for.

Damn. Did she get him this frustrated?

"Well?"

Molly sighed.

Her eyes fanned out across the empty mall and fell on the only other
set of lights.

An all-night pharmacy.

"Gimme your wallet."

"Thank you. I'd hate to get knocked up and force you to marry me."

She let out a low throaty chuckle. "Wow. Do I really sound like that?"

"Yeah..." he squeaked. "God, just listen to *me*..."

From the hand over his mouth she'd thought he just burped at a
sorority mixer.

"You're such a baritone..." he kept giggling.

She shook her head at the foolishness and grabbed a pair of his rank
sweat bottoms from the back. She held them off a bit, inspecting them
with a whiff. They didn't smell as bad as before. She plopped them on
the floor and arched her butt, amazed at how hard she could clench
those cheeks.

It looked cute in the mirror but how could he live with such a small
ass? It was hard sitting comfortably (especially on that can). How did
he put up with it?

And the center of gravity was higher up. How did he keep from falling
over? Like now. It was hard to get these-

"Careful..." he warned. "Knocking your nuts on the wheel is a *whole*
lot different. Trust me. You've *never* known any pain like it. And I
should know now."

"Really?" she said, hoisting the cotton waist up her legs. Shit. She
usually hated any hair at all down there. Shouldn't she feel like a
dyke now more than ever? She didn't though... "Hm... They say
pregnancy hurts a lot too."

"You got me there... But in the normal course of events," he
argued. "Trust me."

"I do," she assured him with a pat. "Let's hope neither of us finds
out if you're wrong any time soon."

"Thank you. I'm sure that hurts too and I will be there for you." He
kissed her marbled shoulder. "For now, just be careful. It's a big
ouch, as nephew Freddy would say."

"I will, honey. Thanks for the warning." She struggled harder with the
thick cotton fabric. The orbs dangling between her legs didn't seem
all that sensitive, though they were definitely delicate. How could
they be any good for feeling much on their own? Still... she didn't
want to know exactly what he meant. She'd seen men doubled over
before. It made her wince even as a woman. She rubbed his cheek with
her thumb. "You're OK with this?"

"Yeah." Her palm was so reassuring. "I'd kind of like... to know what
it's like... if you know what I mean," he said awkwardly.

"Good." She kissed her delightful princess on the forehead and finally
coaxed him into a smile.

She looked at her crotch again and that floppy thing hanging out like
celery from a grocery bag. She gave the sweats one last tug for
insurance's sake, hoping they wouldn't split as the waistband dug into
her hips.

Her hips... they were so much narrower. She didn't feel fat
anymore. It was like being a girl again. She could really do things in
this body.

No wonder he ran up and down a basketball court.

Would he enjoy the sidelines now, like she had?

She fumbled for the strings but they'd disappeared down the two holes
in front.

And that huge erection still pressed out against her pants. Obscenely
so. She couldn't even get the head in. At least three inches of meat
was waving in the wind.

With a deft flick of his wrist, Harry tucked it sideways for her and
slid it under the fabric.

That quick feel... The touch of it was so warm... warmer than he
remembered. It sent a strange thrill through him again.

'Strange'? Why was it 'strange' again? Why wasn't it more normal after
the-

"It's not comfortable at this angle."

"I know," he sighed. "You won't hurt anything, though." He
contemplated the vulgar bulge a moment. It kind of resembled one of
those kid's party balloons. "You're gonna need some underwear," he
said matter-of-factly. "The cashier will take one look at you and that
box of condoms and call the cops for sure."

"But they're too small. This is all that fits. And it's tight enough
as it is."

"Well now you know why I got pissed when you shrank my last good pair
of golf shorts last week."

Yeah, yeah... She stared down at the rude beast that demanded her
every ounce of attention, filled her every thought with sex.

There was no way she could walk around like this...

"Gimme a blow job."

"What?" He was stunned. "Hardly... I want that sucker inside me," he
finally confessed.

"That's not 'inside'?" she joked. He started to stammer. "I can't go
out like this and it's the only thing that'll make it go down."

"Yeah. Maybe all night..."

"Come on. I licked you. I hate the way a pussy smells." She turned to
the dusky window. "Funny... I don't right now... It's getting me
harder. I wonder why that is?" It hadn't really been repulsive,
either. Not back there in the ladies' room. And now she found herself
actually wanting to do it.

The tip of her organ popped back out on its slow march to vertical
again, pleasantly aggravated by the restraining touch of the
fabric. She watched it in fascination, sighing into the palm that held
her chin.

"Look. I have... funny... I'm not completely disgusted by the thought
of sucking your dick either." He ran a nail along his improvised
collar and looked her square in the eye. "But it's not your fondest
part of love-making, is it?"

"What? Blowing you? No, not really. Feels like my face is being
raped. I do it because you like it. And you like licking me. So I
return the favor." She shrugged. "It's no big deal."

'Rape' wasn't a big deal?

Was she just being flippant about it?

What else did they each not like but did because they loved the other?

They sat in silence a while as they thought about it.

"But... if I did that you might lose all interest. Can't you just
think of baseball or something?... Take those pants off. Let me
think. There might be something we can wrap..." No. That wouldn't
work... No, that would hurt his- er, her nuts...

She took his slender hand in her large, hairy paws. "I promise I'll
get hard again. Trust me. I'm so damn horny right now..." She
winked. "Hey. I'll lick your pussy until I can go again... Deal?"
Harry smiled back at her, fascinated with the broad flat tongue
sticking between her lips. "It's a lot bigger now." He tracked its
every wag like a hawk. She could see the scales tipping in his
mind. "Come on?... Wasn't I good at it?"

"You were..." he purred. "When I get back... trust me, you're going to
enjoy being a woman again."

"Oh honey. Don't change a thing. You really do that very well. Every
woman's a little bit different I hear. It's not like- " she pointed at
her monster erection- "this thing." She stroked it awkwardly with her
dry hand. "You were right. There's only one thing you have to know
about this... There's just... I can't get over it. There really is
JUST ONE THING on a man's body. It's all right here in my hand..." She
couldn't stop touching herself. "Damn. No wonder we think you're so
easy to manipulate in bed... It's so giant. I was just sitting there
and it's like this extra part of my body unfolded..." Like a
bloom... Or one of those boy scout tents...

'No wonder we think...' He giggled at her comments. Did she even
realize what secrets she was spilling?

Shit. He could put the pieces together himself. He had the right parts
for it, didn't he? They filled his mind with the same thoughts she'd
had.

He watched her childlike face as she touched its glistening tip with
her pinky. Her eyes opened wider, marveling at the clear line of
stickiness she drew out.

Where was it coming from? It was coming out of her... she
realized. She was making sperm. On her own. The texture was nothing
new. She'd felt it leaking out of her before but now... it was
somewhere percolating in her scrotum...

What would that tremendous surge feel like? The one she'd only gotten
a hint of between her legs or pulsing down her mouth.

Her mouth...

Was this really fair? It was bigger than he'd ever been. And he was so
much tinier than she was. "Are you sure you can...? I'm pretty
big. I... I want you to know I didn't wish for this. It's not like- I
mean I'm very pleased with your body. Size has never been a concern- "

"I know what you mean. It's not like I want you to be blonde and
buxom. Or really short."

Buxom? "Yours are about the same size as mine."

"Really? They feel a lot bigger."

"They do? How would you know? Have you, like, taken mine out for a
test spin or something? I don't think so."

"I'm not competing..." he mumbled apologetically. He cupped his soft
mounds under the sheet. "My hands... my hands are smaller, I guess. I
didn't think about that..."

But the more she thought about those marvelous lumps of flesh, the
more her jealously evaporated and the harder she got. She couldn't
wait to make them bounce and get her hands all over them... run her
tongue over that rich network of blue veins... kiss those mounds of
pearly white...

She *definitely* wanted them bigger than hers. She wanted them hanging
to his navel. Wouldn't that be cruel? She'd fall over if hers were
that big.

But if *he* had a set like that... things would be going *up*, she
chuckled. "Hey, if you feel better about yourself thinking they're
bigger, go ahead." She tweaked his nipple. "I think they're sexy
whatever their size."

Wasn't that *his* line? Harry realized. Shoot. He just couldn't help
himself. He cared about what she thought. "You really like them?" he
asked.

"They're gorgeous. Let's take an opinion pole." She put a hand on top
of her prick. "Yup.  You score this high on the pole. Way up to
here. Way better than I ever did." He burst out in girlish
laughter. "Now blow me, sexy baby."

She cupped his happy, rosy cheeks- Oops. She shouldn't have said 'I
ever did.'

She was relieved he didn't think she was insulting his old size. That
was rule number one with men and their erections.

Then again, he was hardly a man now. She had to stop thinking in those
terms and watch she said about his tits.

Argh.

Shit.

*She'd* feel vaguely insulted if he made a comment like that right
now.

But who could ever call her small?

She chuckled...

Harry adjusted the knob to lean her seat back, then hovered over his
wife's impossibly large crotch, contemplating the mechanics of it.

It was the only fair thing to do after the bathroom, right? She did
deserve to get repaid. Licking her once didn't seem enough.

It was so big though... and so cute as it bobbed around. Like it was
helpless without someone's fingers wrapped around it.

He had no idea how she'd managed on him, much less... something this
size. What was it? Eight, maybe nine inches? But it was the width more
than anything.

He bet it would feel good inside him... if it didn't split him in two.

He licked his chops.

But what would it feel like in his mouth?

He shrugged and screwed up his courage. He'd always liked this part
himself, even if she didn't. Even if he might not now.

He owed it to her to make it as good as possible. Who knew? Maybe
everything would return to normal and she'd have a wonderful memory
that would pay dividends the rest of his life.

Yeah...

He eyed the glistening slit with a vague curiousity building about the
taste. Her new odor, so familiar to him from years in the gym, was
suddenly intoxicating. The smell emanating from his own naked thighs
was pleasant, but this was so much better... more overpowering... more
virile. Potent. It made his knees weak. He wanted to do whatever she
asked.

She cupped his chin and brought his gaze up to hers.

She didn't like the anxiousness in that cute face. She wanted
desperately to ask him something. She didn't know what. He'd already
given his permission. Or seemed to.

"I love you, sweetie."

"You have a funny way of showing it."

She snorted a quick laugh as he gripped her prick.

Damn. It overwhelmed his delicate fingers. A hand job would have its
difficulties too.

"If you want to do it that way... I'll understand."

"Hm? No. I'm fine. It's just so awesome. I guess it's my smaller
size. Everything looks a lot bigger." He cupped her balls
playfully. "They're big and furry, aren't they?" He ran the heavy
globes through his fingers... the ones he didn't have anymore... the
wrinkly, loose sack...

"It's so weird..." she sighed.

She tracked his every minute movement. All that strange shifting they
did inside... Was she supposed to keep them from moving in certain
directions? She couldn't twist them up could she? Should she ask? What
did he do?...

Harry watched her every blink with amusement. Normally the guy looked
the girl up, not himself. He did his best not to laugh at the way her
eyes were riveted to that leathery pouch.

"They hang like two little breasts," she whispered.

He smirked and bit his lower lip. "There's nothing unmanly at all
about them."

"I know but..." They weren't anything similar to her breasts. "It's
like two eggs rolling around in there."

"Eggs?" he giggled. "I got the eggs." He thumped a boob proudly.

She laughed. "I sound silly don't I?"

"Not at all." Harry rubbed some saliva into the shaft. "There's
nothing silly about the way that feels, I bet."

Her breathing changed right away. Was he that dramatic?

He pumped the shaft, amazed at how long the trip from top to bottom
was. It was never that way with his. He added a second hand, making
balancing on the seat a little harder. His lips pursed to the side. He
cocked his head with resolve and continued to stroke at it with both
palms.

It was so warm... and strangely soft too. Flexible kinda. The skin
moved some. Particularly around the thick vein... that wrinkle at the
top, just under the head...

Had he forgotten all that in the last hour?

It was just... the other feelings weren't there to go along with
it. She was keeping all the delicious friction for herself. Stuff
broke through now that the distracting part was out of the way. The
textures and the hard sponginess...

He looked in her eyes. She was completely absorbed in the wonderful
tingle. He bet she wanted to go faster too. This wasn't much of a
pace. But even this was tiring his dainty hands.

He sighed.

She wasn't looking at him. He was never that rude, was he?

He squeezed around the base and made the head purple. Molly yelped. He
kissed its opening playfully and grinned at her as he felt it throttle
back with renewed stiffness.

"How does it feel?"

"Like a sausage about to burst in the oven."

"I guess it does. I never thought of that."

He relaxed his grip and let the blood drain from its turgid helmet.

But she kept staring at it...

This was getting irritating.

Well... he probably would have done the same in the stall... if only
he could still see his genitals at all...

He frowned. The only way he'd get her attention was if he wrapped his
mouth around it and stared back at her. Wasn't it?

He checked his memory. Yup. It would work for him.

He sat up on his knees, thinking over the proper angle.

"You sure?" she asked.

"I'm fine with it, honey. Really." He gazed deeply into her
eyes. "Ooooo..." he purred sarcastically. "My, my. It's the biggest
I've ever seen." His jaw dropped open and he drooled a bit.

She wanted to laugh at the theatrics but she was actually getting
harder from all of it, popping up another fraction of an inch between
his fingers.

The thing still amazed her. She'd had it all of fifteen minutes and
she couldn't even recall what it was like deflated. It'd gone up right
away, like some roadside emergency flare. She expected the huge
firecracker to explode then and there, making a mess of the sink. Then
she started touching it... and the friction... The way it looked in
the mirror... and sticking impossibly from her waist when she looked
down...

She'd sprouted another limb. And her body had sealed up down there. In
fact it was positively hard when he touched her where her slit should
be... it was gone. Fused closed. Her clit had sprouted into this
monster, like a horrible science fiction movie.

Horrible? The stroking was fantastic...

Why was he stopping?

"Can you turn your hips a little more my way?"

She grimaced. It was the ballet of the commodes all over
again. Whatever happens, don't slip on the horn, she reminded herself.

"I hope you know you're getting off easy, Mr. Linebacker. Last time I
had a pipe stuck in my back."

She waved her huge dick back and forth. "Now it's in front of your
face."

He sighed. "I never can win."

His face brightened, letting a little of the incomprehensible alien
lust slip out. He had to get this just right. He couldn't forget the
most important part- the show. He had to pant over it. A blowjob was
nothing if it wasn't stylishly done.

Though it wasn't the fondest part of the evening so far, some small
part of him did want to pant all over it, make that hairy guy
happy. Drive her mad with lust. It wasn't hard to get into it once he
let those strange new floodgates in him open.

"You're gonna need to lean back some more, big boy." Molly scanned her
side with frustration. "Well scoot forward then. Give your love slave
here some head room." She glanced down and sucked her stomach
in. "That'll do..." He licked his lips. "Uncomfortable enough?"

"Yeah. The stick is poking my thigh and my ass is in the cup-holder."

"Good. Now I can pay you back properly."

She smirked. "OK, OK. I'm sure you had it worse." He licked the
shaft. "Now please stop being such a tease." She hooked her thumb at
the window. "There's a box of condoms out there with your name on it."

He giggled. "Make it quick, huh?" He stroked her rigid pipe. "Get it
over with, huh?"

Renewed stiffness flowed through her. "No I mean- "

"Relax, stud. You're in good hands." He ran his other fingers through
her curly chest hair and tweaked a now insensitive nipple. The
dullness strangely didn't bother her. It turned her on how closely
they clung to her bones. On that firm wad of muscle.

"Hope you won't forget to play with mine..." he crooned.

"Yeah... sure..." she gasped. "Whatever you say... ghunh." He was
pumping faster now. "Wish you had bigger hands..."

"I know. So do I." He smirked again. "Part of me opens a lot bigger
than this," he teased.

A bolt shot through her sausage and he yelped approvingly.

This was great, he thought. He did hold all her attention in the palm
of his hand. He could try something and know right away if it
worked. She was much easier to read.

She was right. There was a peculiar power to being a woman after all.

Power?

He'd felt a certain powerlessness when she lapped at his cunt.

Maybe it ran both ways, just a little different.

Did that difference which led both genders to create a mythology of
power about the other? Because they couldn't understand it in
themselves? The weakness sex made in them?

He opened his palm and licked the bottom of the shaft.

"Oh honey..." she gasped. "If you don't manage anything else tonight
that feels soooo good..."

"I'm not that bad a husband. I'll get to the main course."

He rubbed the smooth spot on the back of her sack. She was so much
better hung than he was... had been... would be again hopefully.

"That's nice," she sighed.

"Yeah," he piped up, "but it's kinda incidental to everything else,
isn't it?"

She smiled. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to pin down
all the new pleasures surging through her. "It is... You sure there's
nothing else that's gonna spring up on my body and feel fantastic? No
secret switch you hide from all the girls?"

"No," he whispered. "That's about it. Sorry."

"Sorry!?" she laughed. "Oh sweetheart, there's nothing to apologize
for. It's a great feeling. Keep that hand going... Uh," she grunted to
herself. "It's so big..." There was so much more that tingled like
that now. The area was larger, even if it wasn't as intense... *Thank
heavens* it wasn't as intense as a clit. Her head would explode. No
wonder men made the mistakes they did.

Harry frowned. It was so hard to see her brown irises from here. And
he really wanted to for some reason but trying gave him a headache.

"What now?" she asked impatiently.

"I can't see your face well enough," he pouted. "I want to watch you."
He pulled at her massive back. "Come on..."

She sighed. "Scoot forward. Lean back. You're a bossy bitch, I tell
you."

He grinned devilishly. "Just don't call me a lesbo again."

"That was fun, wasn't it? You know it seems like even a bigger thrill
in retrospect, now that I have to balls to appreciate it, so to
speak."

"Isn't it peculiar? The way seeing two women like that gets you hard?"
Her humongous organ leaned sideways in his hand.

"I still don't get it, but yeah. The memories are more than fun... I
more than liked it..." She stiffened under his grip. "Too bad we're
short a girl." She drifted off in fantasy. "I'd really like to see
you- "

"No!" he said adamantly. "No third parties."

Her mind snapped back to earth.

Was she really thinking such vile things? And her body was responding
to them? How *did* he control these urges? He did get them still,
didn't he? It must be love, surely... "I'm kidding. This is dangerous
enough. And you're more than enough for me, however you look... I love
you very much." She sighed. She sounded like he did when she caught
his eyes lingering over a naked woman at the movies. "Are we going to
talk all night or what?"

"Sorry. I'm being a silly woman again." He grinned. "I know how much
guys hate that."

He reveled in the glory of her new manhood one last time. The angular
helmet looked so interesting from the bottom. Those thick veins
flowing up... that line under it he'd never seen at this angle...

He drew a deep breath and took one last moment to make sure he could
do it correctly. He needed to remember everything that would
happen. No surprises. Teeth at the wrong time- at any time- would ruin
a lot of hard work.

He closed his eyes.

Do that... do that... then... wait for that... be careful about...

Got it.

Yeah. He could do this. Better than her... make her want to give it a
little extra effort next time she tried it...

Harry fell silent, convinced he'd mustered his courage. No more
talking.

With a vixenish smile, he liked the bottom of her sack.

It didn't taste bad at all. It was hard to tell on the main shaft that
he still pumped. So much of his own saliva coated it. But here... back
in the hairy space between her legs was a source of that vague sweaty
musk he liked... familiar since puberty but now other-worldly. Was it
leftover from his warmups? Was it hers and he just couldn't tell them
apart?

The thought it could be both made him want to rub his nipples on the
dash.

Molly grabbed the steering wheel as he started batting her balls about
with his tongue. That smooth spot was more sensitive than she'd
thought.

Particularly when he kept stroking her dick this way. She put a hand
on his to get him going faster but he slapped her back. Her slimy
testicles plopped from his mouth.

"All in good time." He sucked his lollipops back up with a grin.

The little creatures drew closer to her body as he licked. She
remembered how his did the same thing. But he seemed to be more gentle
with this pair. Was that something she needed to change? Her balls
didn't get much from moving around. It was a novel feeling at first,
but then nothing more came of it. And she wasn't sure harder wouldn't
somehow piss them off.

Strange that they'd be so sensitive yet not more of a turn on. Oh
well, massaging his new set of ovaries- if she could ever get to them-
probably wouldn't do much for him either.

Now *that* was much nicer.

He licked the soft depression where her nuts joined with the towering
beast. They slipped even closer to her body, cords pulling tight.

They couldn't go all the way in, could they?

This was almost as sweet as that smooth spot on the back. He lapped at
the cavity a few seconds more to harden her anticipation.

It was starting to get a little frustrating for Molly though. The damn
thing kept surging and changing size, like he had her privates on a
leash. It would lean over just the slightest... the fantasies in her
head would get a little dull.... then he'd do something new... It was
great feeling it grow bigger against that soft little palm. The world
got sharp again. Just a look at those tiny white knuckles... the way
he tripped over those long pink fingernails like all girls did...

She'd never thought such a petite woman could be so titillating. Was
it because she looked closer to childhood and innocence? Those nimble
hands were anything but innocent. The thought of boxing that blonde
into one of the corners and fucking her brains out had her spellbound.

*His* brains... *his* brains... *She* was the she...

It was getting hard to keep straight as the erotic fog descended.

Harry moved up the shaft, engulfing it in a sideways kiss and dragging
his fluttering tongue along its sensitive bottom.

He could barely get his lips around the thing without straining. This
wasn't a good sign... though it was his teenage dream to do exactly
this to some poor girl.

The gleam in her eye told him she'd appreciate it too.

He took a deep breath.

Well... here's to busting a lip...

He lapped the bottom of her prick one last time, then flicked over
over the most tender part of its head, dancing around it to tease her
and show off his skillful tongue.  He even managed to curl it back to
his nose.

He grinned playfully but she just grunted out her appreciation.

Men.

The curiosity finally got to him.

He kissed the one-eyed monster head on and vacuumed the glistening
precum from its tip. He drew a clear, ropy bridge from her and rolled
the sticky stuff around in his open mouth. That was always sexy.

Yeah. Molly liked it too. She swelled under hand, with a glimmer in
her cheeks. Her ribs poked more with each slow, determined breath.

Hm.

He sucked it toward the back of his mouth. It was sticky, and
strangely slimy, but he already knew that. It was salty, too, but
didn't quite taste as interesting as her new sweat. No. Not in the
same way. It didn't-

"Doesn't taste real special, I know," she said.

"Really?" he perked up. Some part of him did vaguely like it. She was
mostly right, of course... But he'd have to punish her for it, all the
same. It was the worst possible thing to say about a man in bed. He
stroked her poor erection lovingly. It had such a cruel master... "I
like it," he murmured with the biggest doe-eyes he could
muster. "You'll make some more, won't you?" He grinned like a minx. It
worked all right. She quivered and hardened beneath his fingers. The
thing had such an unpredictable mind of its own... he could see that
now that he was finally disconnected from it... He pouted
again. "There is more, isn't there?" She throbbed up. Another quarter
inch? It lolled back down. He giggled. "Why does it get so hard when I
ask that?" He kissed the salty head again.

Molly sank back as she felt his tongue swirling her swollen tip
again. The strange mushroom was by far the most sensitive part. But
the contact was almost irritating as he licked across the smooth, taut
skin. It felt great... in fact it felt fantastic... So why was it the
pleasant but less impressive stroking motion that really built things
up? That lead to the orgasmic energy all too familiar to both genders?
She could recognize that ramp anywhere.

It seemed funny that her body wouldn't let her sit and touch that
smooth head all day. Why not, if it felt better? She didn't have to
touch her nipples to get off. Her clit would do...and it wasn't quite
picky like this, either. She had a lot more places on her body that
felt almost this good. And she'd ignored them before and still gotten
off.

So many odd contradictions to figure out... She sort of knew what to
expect from what he liked in bed but actually feeling it... knowing
why... actually understanding the logic only confused her. She knew if
she asked him later he'd just shrug. Shoot, she did it with some of
his questions too...

His tongue creeped down the soft underside again as his lips wrapped
expertly around his teeth. Should he nip at her, just to show her how
it spoiled things?

No. He adored that look in her face too much. The rigid
concentration... her amazement... It was the only thing that made any
of this fun at all.

The rest was interesting, but academic. Just anatomy.

Did she feel that way sometimes?

He had to stop thinking about this crap or he'd mess up for sure. He
wanted desperately to get her all the way down and he had practice at
all with it.

The tip was somewhere close to the back of his throat. Nothing new
yet. He'd done this with popsicles.

As long as he breathed through his nose, he told himself, everything
would be fine.

He coughed, but cleared his throat and quickly got a hold of his
instincts.

"Are you OK? Take it slow."

He brushed her hand away and smiled.

What did she know about blowjobs? He'd never felt her tongue on his
balls like she would tonight. And he was a lot smaller than this.
Once he'd destroyed her meager record, then she'd make a better
effort...

It brushed the back of his throat now, itching like a 24 hour flu bug.

Would bouncing take care of that? It'd never occurred to him to ever
scratch there.

Regardless, he had to crane his neck. Her dick wouldn't bend
enough. He smiled again as the rings in his throat made an impression
on her.

He suppressed another need to cough.

Damn.  He had to swallow too or he'd choke. He hadn't counted on that
part. She'd never gotten far enough down to do it herself.

He made a little adjustment.

He had to stop thinking he was her, even if he did need guidance. He
was on his own with this monster.

"You got it, honey?" She was amazed to see even those few inches of
herself disappearing between those thinly stretched
lips. "Mm. Oh... yesssss.... that's it sweetheart... I love you
baby..."

He couldn't give her anything remotely resembling a smile now, but he
relaxed the lines in his forehead. She got the message and replied
with a loving grin, patting him on the head and stroking a lock of
golden hair from his eye.

Another two inches vanished. His throat was so warm and silky... would
his pussy feel better? she wondered. Or was it just different? Was
that why he liked both? It was getting hard to think again. He was so
smooth and enticing.  The farther down, the tighter he got... those
occasional swallows... pulsing down like a gerbil in a snake...

She want to grab hold of something now. Her nipples were useless in
this state. She gave instinct a free reign and wound up latched to the
back of his head, fingers jumbling his pretty hair. There might not be
more pleasure centers to grab hold of but... this... she massaged his
scalp as he bobbed over her thighs... this gave her such a power
trip. Merely thinking about it heightened the pleasure...

She pulled him down to her, gently at first. She still didn't know her
new strength. She realized she couldn't make him go any faster than
was humanly possible... but she still wanted to encourage him, give
him an extra push if he needed it.... help him along...

No. She wanted to fuck his face but good.

Her hips wanted in on the action too. They finally wanted to move. For
the first time tonight.

Move?

No... Thrust! No more grinding for these babies...

"Hruny... hrun?" he mumbled desperately. He pushed weakly at one of
her arms but he couldn't reach far enough back... and he kept getting
tangled in his own hair. He should have left the damn sock in it. He
coughed and managed to push her chin up. "Preeze?" Her fingers
released their tearing grip and his world stopped hopping up and
down. He blinked and regained his balance. "Franks." But she was
leaving altogether. "Nur," he protested. He pawed one of her
elbows. "Ifs fin."

"Not so hard?" she finally asked. He batted his long lashes at
her. "Got it." The feminine character of his protest stiffened her
incredibly hard for a moment. Those whimpers.... She was probably
turning purple somewhere deep inside him... deep down in his digestive
tract in a place she'd never see... The thought sent her surging yet
again.

He winked knowingly at her as she puffed up against his slick canal.

She imagined him choking on her member, white hot jism bubbling from
his gagging lips. Such nasty images appealed to her now... invited her
to form terrible little narratives with them... She gasped. She
couldn't fight it... the thoughts were so arousing... they provided
the pathway to ecstasy...

Harry's throat was a bit raw but he was too amazed to be bothered. He
didn't think he had any kind of feeling deep in there. It was a bit
like indigestion but nothing he couldn't cope with. And as long as she
didn't choke him with it, he realized proudly, he had the hang of
things. He carefully worked a little more in on each bounce. In a
minute he'd get her all the way.

It wasn't the most pleasant work, but if you were determined about
it... and ignored your neck muscles... And she stopped playing with
his head the way he'd always wanted to himself...

"Oh..." she grunted. "You're a great little cocksucker." She stroked
his hair back and gripped his skull firmly again. "Sorry I'm so lousy
at it," she gasped. "You certainly aren't."

Yeah... too bad he couldn't sass her back with his mouth full. But
then, that was the male thrill of it. He was helpless and she could
say anything she wanted.

He had a desire to pull completely up until she promised to practice
but this was simply too much fun. He liked a good challenge. And
breaking the spell was so frustrating for men. He didn't want her
first experience with balls to be blue.

Damn. He was only halfway and already his lips were tired.

He stretched them some and created a pocket of air around
her. Good... He'd be able to fit all of her with room to spare. And
the taste hadn't turned out that bad at all, either.

At least not yet...

He wished he could get to that stray pube in his mouth. It was getting
irritating. Even if it did take his mind off things guessing where
it'd go next. Hopefully *not* further down.

His own hair was bad enough. Where was that damn sock?

Did the falling edge tickle her stomach? He always liked that
himself. He bet it made for a nice little golden shower... if he could
just get it to one side so he could see her bet-

His eyes opened wide in surprise.

Fingertips pranced across his back.

"Maybe I can repay you..." Molly groaned.

Yeah. He liked that idea.

Could she reach anything from there?

She kneaded his ass cheeks. That was pleasant. It wouldn't get him
off, but it was sweet of her to try.

And it was a peculiar turn on to have his exposed bottom waving back
and forth in the air. He loved the way his back arched down to greet
her hips. It wasn't uncomfortable at all.

And the thought of someone touching him now, when he was most
vulnerable... *where* he was most vulnerable... only warmed the
furnace in his honeypot. He couldn't tell where those fingers would go
next. It was kind of erotic not knowing... More than it had been as a
man...

He was amazed her long arms could reach that far. Damn. Either that or
he was shorter than he thought. Maybe both.

She finally worked a finger in.

Wrong hole, dammit...

He muttered his disapproval.

But it was surprisingly nice there too... Thank goodness she didn't
heed his garbled protest.

Another finger fumbled farther below.

She remembered enough not to give him an infection, didn't she? From
the way she described them he didn't want-

She slipped in there too. Good. She had fingers to spare. The dual
penetration was unexpectedly nice. He shuddered as she massaged the
thin wall of flesh between the two orifices.

He blinked.

His hand was getting tired. He switched over and scratched at the back
of her sack with his other set of nails.

Three more inches to go from the looks of things. Either that or his
nose was getting longer.

Damn. Fondling his bottom had completely distracted him from his
job. How naughty of her.

He rose up as high as he could and plunged back down. Molly gave out
her deepest gasp yet.

He liked those unusual grunts coming from his wife. For some reason
they were more erotic than the passionate squeals he'd coaxed from her
just the other night. Even the squashed whimpers in the bathroom.

The fault of the change?

Whatever it was, he wanted more of them. They sounded so
pleasant. Like a well deserved reward for him... like the hardness
between his lips that told him what a good job he was doing.

Rats. Her fingers slipped back out.

He hoped she could remember which went where....

Well, it was her duty, not his. He sucked away, oblivious to whatever
else she had in mind for him. This sweet thing was hers to boss around
however it pleased her...

The amazing realization caused his parts in rear to bloom even more.

It was so damn strange... just to even be turned on by something like
that. To want to give himself totally to a man's pleasure.

And the sensations within him that were stirred so deeply by the
urge. He felt himself opening up again... but it was all beyond his
conscious control. He could constrict his vagina when he thought about
it but... the rest had a mind of its own. Going in the other
direction, getting wider was a complete mystery...

Molly had completely lost her concentration. He was simply too good at
it. Each time she leaned forward her stomach trembled all the
more. How could he make such a strong guy so weak?

She sighed. She'd play with that part of him later. And the view would
be better... though his face was enough fun right now.

Those feminine grunts were delightful. She didn't know which she liked
more- that gurgle of polite discomfort bubbling out of his flared
nostrils or those sucking 'pocks' in his throat each time he surfaced,
that slurping sound that kept increasing behind the golden curtains on
his face.

The noise appealed to some new need in her. She liked the idea that he
didn't mind inconveniencing himself just to please her... that he was
being put out or annoyed or she was overwhelming him... and he didn't
mind the imposition.

Was that what men felt?

Yeah... but she'd enjoyed it as a woman too. The devoted way he licked
at her snatch or brought flowers when he came home from work
early. The same but different. The cues that turned her on had just
changed... that poor tortured, stuffed face that looked so happy
because she was so happy... and he knew he was the one making her
happy...

She felt like the last guest lingering at a party, an inconsiderate
friend who'd asked for one too many nightcaps... and she loved being
'inconvenient'... loved the way he gave himself over so totally and
set himself aside to accommodate her.

He was never a thoughtless lover but the element here of power and
worship was so astounding... She had to take him in every way
imaginable before the night was over.

She renewed her attack from the bottom, working two fingers between
his moist thighs. He arched to bring himself closer and spread his
legs, almost slipping from his precarious position on the seat.

Ow. That would really hurt, he realized. He kept his jaw slack and
regained his balance as quickly as he could.

He saw the flash of terror shoot through his wife as his arms got
stiff and his weight momentarily shifted. She grabbed the back of his
head again with her free hand.

Then the fear passed by as quickly as it welled up. Her pectorals
relaxed under his fingers.

His beautiful, apologetic blue eyes begged her to pick where she'd
left off.

At her discretion... she realized. The thought only added to her
arousal. The fondling was all secondary. Mostly for her... those
prancing fingers with nasty desires, they wanted to cop a feel for
their own reasons more than his. Make him hump her... prove his
desire...

Her hard jaw smirked- almost sneered down at him in its rigid
pleasure.

She nodded and let his head go against all her best judgment and
turned to tugging playfully at one of his stiff nipples. The soft feel
of a woman's breasts in her big hand... They'd hung from her own chest
just a few minutes ago but this turned her on so much more. Just the
touch- she didn't need to feel the broad disks drawing to a tight
point on her chest. In fact without it, it was all the more
forbidden... She throbbed even more. Her cock jumped so much higher,
prouder than those miniature little tips could ever get. Everything
she had was bigger than him now. It got her so hard... The dents her
fingertips made in his loose, hanging flesh. He yielded so much to
her... it was the way he got pleasure now...

This was the *only* way she could touch these delightfully round
creatures. Doing so signaled his complete acceptance of her... her
authority... And she so wanted to squeeze them like putty... just as
she wanted to knead and play with the rest of his well-padded
body. And stick this monstrous thing in his every nook and cranny.

Would a titty-fuck be good? She'd never let him do it. She flinched at
the thought of that stuff gushing on her face...

The thought of it on his...! Now that was something she had to see.
The mere image worsened the pounding in her temple.

She had the hard body she lusted after as a teenager... and she
ignored it. The well muscled bicep was erotic every time it came in to
view but... that strength within her- having it seemed less important
than using it. Harry provided her eyes with so much more- that silky
skin... just the right amount of flab in all the right places... And
that darling sweet face, lips stretched to the limit.

She saw that he felt exactly the same way about his new body. It was
fun but they wanted the other so much more...

Was she waking up again? It seemed like an eternity to Harry. Why stir
up trouble in his pussy like that and walk off? Did he glaze over like
that? Her hands finally went back to work on his clit, albeit lazily.

Had she finally remembered she had hands again? And where she put
them?

He laughed to himself.

Men....

He smiled as best he could at her.

It was funny. The faster he learned to suck her down, the quicker her
fingers danced and the more it tingled between his own legs. It was
some perverse echo, destined to come crashing down at the wrong moment
but he still enjoyed it. She'd get nowhere near his orgasm in time to
cause him problems.

Would he get sore? he wondered. Nah. She went to bed without orgasms
and seemed pretty happy. He didn't like that but she didn't seem to
mind.

Hey! He didn't mind either. The tingle was enough. That wasn't fair.

But it did satisfy him. He wasn't thrilled that it did. Could he get
mad if different things made him happy? He didn't see how. But it was
great they could both have some fun like this at the same time.

Too bad they couldn't try 69. The seats just weren't built for
it. Maybe in the back, but it would be cramped. His leg would hang out
the window. Someone would definitely see that.

They'd have to buy a motor home and come back tomorrow...

Was she forgetting her way around? Her fumbling was pretty awkward
now.

There. He hit the base. Shoot... it took him long enough to figure out
how to get there. Well, he'd do it better next time.

Next time?

Yeah, why not.

He paused and opened his sore jaw as wide as he could. She groaned as
his tongue lapped again at the depression between her testicles.

He pulled back before the break in rhythm annoyed her.

Her hand fell away from his crotch again. She had that hazy look in
her eye. He'd never seen it before in a man but he knew what it
meant. He cupped her balls for any sign and sucked her to the roof of
his mouth, bouncing as fast as he could now.

He tried to ignore the forceful hands creeping back into his long
hair. Then he gave himself completely to her guidance, surprised at
the speed he mustered.

The "schhhluschhhhluschhhhlu" was deafening. Slurping filled the
cabin.

He couldn't tell who was more light-headed. She was hard to focus on
at this pace.

Here it comes... he felt the twitch in her testicles and a split
second later the inevitable... like castor oil.

The huge snake jittered in his throat.

Molly saw stars.

Uh! She panicked. Stuff was gushing out of her! She could feel it
splashing the back of his throat! This wasn't...

Oh.

His narrow fingers tugged at her curly chest hair and she saw the
giant member still plunging down his throat.

This was supposed to happen...

He caught the momentary flash in her eyes and patted her firm muscles
reassuringly. That's it big daddy- crlugh- give it all up...

He closed his eyes again.

Its hot pulses seemed to echo his own swallowing motion... only
pushing something up, something inside him like a giant straw. The
twitch running all along its shaft, jumping up from the huge testicles
cupped in his small hand... the rhythms were fascinating... What would
they feel like in his other end?

The idea sent a shock through him.

He'd never been able to pay attention to the spasms before,
particularly not here... that way the cock wanted to jump away from
him...

Uh.

Keeping the motion up was getting problematic.

Damn. How much was in there!?

Worse. How much was in *him*?

He couldn't give up until the right moment. She'd complain. And he
certainly didn't want it spurting all over the car. Or him, perish the
thought.

He had to deal with the hot stickiness coating his throat, unpleasant
as it was. The stuff gummed things up and was hard to keep down. He
didn't want it spilling on her either...

He thought he'd been prepared for this. After all, he did it all the
time... The sexual shudder was interesting but it was getting harder
and harder to keep from...

Ugh. He shouldn't think of it lest it happen.

Relax, he told himself... Enjoy what you can of it... at least it's a
free meal.

Molly settled back and let her clenching muscles take over. Her whole
body grew rigid as it washed through her. That first peak had been the
sweetest. She'd bungled that one. The next ones were nice. She could
see the warm fuzzies coming at her from around the corner.

Nope...

Hell, how much did she have in there?

It couldn't be a multiple orgasm. Guys didn't have them. And the
intense plateau never dipped, it just stretched out with each new
burst. Damn that stuff coming out was hot... it burned the tip where
it entered the air...

It went on forever, dimming little with each new spurt. Her ass-cheeks
still constricted. What was she trying to grab with them? Shit they
were strong.

She'd never known a man had such muscles all over. And they could all
flex at once. She'd seen him getting rigid before but now she could
feel those tendons in her own thighs... that strange thing that ran
across her strong ribs... so many invisible parts inside her lighting
up like an X-ray. Not in ecstasy, like a woman going off, but
tough. Hard. Strong.

There was nothing really there.

So why was she focusing on it? The bursts of joy were all in that
giant fucking prick enveloped in his lips.

She shook off her feminine expectations.

The way the magnificent fire pulsed up from the very well of her
loins, burning delightfully though every inch, up from her jerking
sack out through its obscured tip... exploding like acid on the
irritated peak when it brushed his throat. She'd seen it a million
times but she wanted to see it again, now more than ever... see it
spurting up from her proud behemoth... flying everywhere. It would be
the most amazing thing to see stuff gleefully erupting from her...

But knowing where it vanished was just as peculiarly erotic... the way
the suction sounds from his throat grew deeper... slower, drawing out
their appreciation... She wanted to put it in him... give it up to
him. Let him keep the proud treasure safe, as if only he knew its
secret value...

He even gurgled around it in admiration for her...

So this was the big event. She'd forgotten about everything else on
her body. That throbbing tower of flesh was all she was.

His motion slowed and finally stopped as her last bits bubbled out. He
clamped down and slowly withdrew, trying his best not to think about
the hot gooey substance wedged deep in him. Or the rest of the mess he
couldn't help but smear on her in the last seconds.

He had to be cautious about this. Too fast and it might feel
raw. Sperm wasn't the best lubricant. And she'd be getting tender
right about now.

Sure enough. There a ginger hand fell on each of his cheeks. He
gurgled again, trying his best not to gag on her generous fluids.

Was she getting turned on by those noises? Her flagging shaft
stiffened a little with each.

He tried his best not to swallow, to save it up for the big finale but
it kept sticking to his throat and sliding down. And he so wanted too
anyway...

Thank goodness her swelling was going down too. That helped matters.

The way it contracted in his throat... getting thinner, shorter. He'd
never felt it like that. It did give him satisfaction. That, coupled
with the relief flowing from her... flowing into him.

And yet... It seemed broken now, like he'd done something wrong. He
knew better of course but without feeling the power of the orgasm
himself, he didn't really understand why his friend wasn't staying
around to play more. Did she feel that way when they went this far?

She smiled lovingly at him.

No. That was enough to feel good about it. That erased any doubt or
disappointment. He longed to please her more but he realized that
would take time now.

Time... something about time...

Reality trickled back in.

Wasn't that what they'd done all this for? To buy more time?

Because they were short of it?

Sex had a peculiar logic, didn't it? To wind up doing this
because... so they could later do...

He was relieved as the ridge of her phallus finally tickled the back
of his mouth. He carefully slid it out, stealing the last of its
pearly syrup.

Despite his best efforts, something snapped back and splattered him,
but he kept his lips puckered together like a cat hiding a canary.

He coughed involuntarily. He scooped up whatever was dribbling down
his cheek and drew it back in.

"Aren't you going to spit it out?... ugh..." She winced.

His neck arched and a bulge snaked down his throat. He cleaned his
lips on the back of his wrist.

He took a deep, well deserved breath of fresh air. Could he ever get
that taste out of his mouth? It wasn't disgusting but certainly wasn't
palatable. And it hung around worse than peanut butter.

Why was she, of all people, looking at him like that?

"What?" he asked coyly. "I hate it when you spit it out." He cleared
his throat.

"You do? It tastes so terrible."

He shrugged and rested a limp wrist on her chest. "I know. I just
didn't want you feeling... you know," he trailed off shyly.

Her big masculine face grew sheepish. He kissed her chest, careful not
to touch her lips until he got the rest of it off. He hated that
too. His tongue rounded up the last of the webbing in his
mouth. Hadn't this all been for something?

"Now hurry up. That thing could go again at any minute," he grinned.

She broke from the spell and looked at the blue clock nestled above
the speedometer.

All of five minutes.

It didn't seem that short at all. Five minutes in the hay as a girl
and she'd be damned disappointed. Was this the sort of hair trigger he
was on after her period was over?

Probably, she chuckled to herself. She was twenty six and 'shooting
her wad' for the first time. She hoped she could last longer the next
time...

Man that tingle in her balls... right before it went off... that was
sweet...

Why was his hand on his temple?

He blinked.

"Something wrong?"

"No I... I got a little dizzy is all. I'm fine really." All that
bobbing up and down. He nuzzled her big chest with a smile. "Mm. Like
it?"

"The best I ever had, baby." She stroked the back of his head.

Harry beamed proudly. She'd have a hard time finding another woman as
determined as he'd been to make her feel that good. She knew it too.

She pinched his cheek and looked down with him at her satisfied, but
flagging pole.

"It suddenly feels so numb," she complained. Her lip twitched. Harry
reached out stole a playful stroke. She sucked down a gasp of air and
pushed him away. That same hand had felt so good only a minute
ago... "It's more sensitive than when you rub my clit the wrong
way... Noooo. It's getting smaller."

And it was just as bad seeing it from this angle than any other. Only
now it was touchy too... Was he right about it staying down the rest
of the night? It didn't feel like it could ever go up again. Why was
it doing this to her? She wanted to feel it inside his other parts
too...

Fate was cruel.

Harry smirked while she was preoccupied. She reminded him of some big
kid who hadn't gotten all the toys she wanted.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll get it back up in a few
minutes. Trust me. It does that. Put it out of your mind." Should he
tell her anxiety wasn't the best male aphrodisiac? No, that always
made it worse. He sighed. "Do I have to put your pants on
myself?... Yes, I know it's fascinating. Dry yourself off..." He
handed her the wallet. "And remember. Use cash. Your photo won't match
the one on my driver's license... and stop acting like you have long
nails. You hold things funny."

He felt like her damn mother.

He even