by Ighten
Doug opened the door to his grandfather’s study, looked around at the endless shelves of dust-covered curiosities, and sighed. It was going to take him forever to go through all this crap. It would have been easier if he had anyone to help him, but as the last surviving Blakely, he would have to go it alone. He and Grandpa Elmer had been the last two in the family, and now Doug was alone. Not that Grandpa hadn’t tried to outlive him. At 112, he had outlasted everyone else. But now he was gone, and Doug had no one to help him with this mess.
He didn’t know what any of the stuff in Grandpa’s office was, but he knew it was important. Antique scientific instruments, all scuffed brass and heavy glass, lay under sheets around the room. On every shelf were thick books on subjects Doug had never heard of, reams of decaying papers and journals, and countless awards. He saw rack after rack of award statues with inscriptions that barely sounded like English: “For Exceptional Achievement in the Field of Quantum States,” “The Bask Medal for String Theory,” "The Nobel Prize in Physics." Doug couldn’t believe it. He knew his grandfather was a scientist, but he was shocked to learn how respected he had been in his time.
Grandpa Elmer’s science career was rarely discussed in the family. All Doug knew was that he had once been a promising young physicist who had worked on the Manhattan Project. He worked as a professor at an Ivy League university, until the day he had abruptly moved across the country and left his career behind to start a family, supporting them as a high school science teacher. Doug had never understood why, but Grandpa’s past was a taboo subject in the house.
Whatever the reason, it was ancient history. All Doug had left from his grandfather now was a pile of debts, a decaying house, and a room full of relics from a life long since abandoned. He wished he had at least inherited his grandfather’s science skills. Instead, he had always been terrible in school and was a chronic underachiever. Come to think of it, so was everyone else in his family. Even Grandpa Elmer didn’t seem that bright when Doug visited him every week, although at 112, that was understandable. But all the same, he missed the old man terribly.
He could still remember going over to Grandpa Elmer and Grandma Harriet’s house every weekend as a kid. He and Grandpa Elmer would watch Wheel of Fortune while Grandma Harriet baked tray after tray of delicious cookies, each one precisely perfect in her special way. She was the warmest woman in the world, and Doug still missed her decades after her death. He missed them both.
Lost in his memories, Doug tripped on a loose floorboard and face-planted into a pile of old encyclopedias, kicking up a dust storm all over the room. He cursed loudly as he pulled himself to his feet, vowing to fix this dilapidated house as soon as he could. He looked back at the loose floorboard and was surprised to see he had dislodged it, exposing a gap underneath. Something glinted at him out of the darkness. He reached in and pulled out an ancient steel lunch box. On the front was an image of a particularly voluptuous Rosie the Riveter.
Doug opened the box. Inside, he found an old black-and-white photograph, a small leather-bound book, and what looked like a vintage ray gun toy. The gun was in an art deco style, with a tiny radar dish at the end of the barrel and concentric rings along the body. When Doug rubbed the side, it gleamed like pure chrome. Oh good, he thought. Maybe this is worth some money.
The photograph showed a couple standing in a university quad. It was black-and-white and frayed at the edges. There was an inscription on the back: “Elmer and Harriet, September 1948.” Doug was surprised; he hadn’t recognized them so young. Grandpa Elmer looked every bit the dorky young professor, wearing a rumpled suit and loafers with white socks. But Grandma Harriet looked fantastic. She was wearing a tight white sweater and a narrow plaid skirt down to her knees.
The outfit showed off her huge bosom, encased in a violently pointy 1940s bra, as well as her womanly hips and shapely legs. Her hair was long and blond, and she had wrapped herself around Elmer like he was the only thing in the world. She beamed at the camera with pure joy, while Elmer had a dopey grin plastered across his face. Doug chuckled at the image. “Wow Grandma, I never knew. Nice job, Grandpa.”
Next, he turned to the book. Inside the front cover was an inscription: “The Journal of Professor Elmer Blakely. June-September 1948.” Now this was a find! At last, all of Doug’s questions about his grandfather’s past would be revealed. He opened the book and began to read.
“June 4, 1948. At last, my work is nearing completion. After the horrors of the war, horrors my research helped to perpetrate, I knew only radical change could heal the world and wash me clean of my sins. Now, after working in the hypocrisy-soaked halls of academia, I have discovered the only force powerful enough to enact the change I seek: female sexuality.”
Doug looked up from the book in surprise. He knew Grandpa Elmer was an old perv, but this was new.
“I know it sounds absurd. I write this in the hope that future generations will be enlightened enough to see the truth in my words. Maybe my project will even help them get there. But the fear of women, of their minds and bodies, is behind all the world’s evils. Oppression, war, persecution, these are games played by small-minded men afraid to face the fact that women are their equals in talent, in richness of experience, and even in lust. For all of human history, women have been downtrodden, taught to hate their own bodies and desires, all in the interest of keeping them from assuming their rightful place in society.
“How much has our progress been hindered by the exclusion of women? How many female Newtons, Da Vincis and Einsteins lived and died in obscurity without the chance to leave their mark on the world? Even now, with access to the most prestigious universities in the nation, it is impossible to find collaborators who can understand my work, let alone contribute to it. My assistant, Harry, is quite slow and easily distracted, but at least he is loyal. Soon, I may even be able to divulge my secret project to him.
“As much as I want to help humanity, I can not. I am a man, and it is not my place. Only strong, free-minded women, unashamed of their own abilities and needs, can lead the charge toward a better world. Thankfully, I know where to find such women.”
Doug hesitated before turning the page. There was something ominous in his grandfather's words that made him uneasy.
“August 23, 1948. Success at last! My quantum integration emitter is complete! What I am about to write will sound impossible to believe, but it is true. This tiny device, no larger than a deck of playing cards, is the key to bridging the gap between parallel universes and using the infinite possibilities therein to heal our broken world. As we all know, our universe is separated by the thin fabric of spacetime from a limitless number of alternate realities. Some are the same as ours but for a miniscule detail, while others are entirely different in every way.
“My machine is able to search through these infinite realities and locate one that matches the parameters I have set. When its quantum field is directed as a human subject, it identifies a reality in which she exists as a beautiful, confident woman with a healthy love and respect for her own sexuality. In all other ways, she must be exactly the same.
"Once such a reality is found, the device imprints it upon our own, transforming the subject in mere seconds to a duplicate of her alternate self. The process leaves her temporarily confused, but energized with the vivacity of her new memories as they rapidly absorb into her mind. Within minutes, she will be left with no knowledge of her former existence, and the universe around her will quickly adapt in the same way.
"The memories of her friends and family will change, as will certain physical artifacts associated with her personal history. The alterations can be surprisingly subtle, but they always enable her to seamlessly settle into her new reality as though she had been living it always. The ability for the spacetime continuum to heal itself is truly remarkable.
"A scientific development of this significance must be treated with the utmost solemnity. I will tell no one of my discovery until I have thoroughly tested its effects. Nevertheless, its ability to free women from the tyranny of inhibitions is nothing short of revolutionary. In years to come, the entire world will know the name of the quantum integration emitter."
Doug stared at the device in his hand. “So it’s a… slut ray?”
“BRZZAAAP!” Doug jumped as the antique doorbell sounded across the house. He had been so engrossed in reading, he had forgotten the estate lawyer was coming by. Slipping the toy gun into his pocket, he went downstairs and opened the door, revealing the massive frame of Ellen Russoni. Clad in a severe black pantsuit, carrying a black folio case and wearing her hair in a tight black bun, she seemed to fill the entire door frame, casting her massive shadow across Doug’s face. She strode into the front hall without being asked. “Mr. Blakely, I’ve brought the documents you need to sign.”
“Sure thing, Ms. Russoni. Should we do it in the kitchen? There’s a pot of coffee brewing if you want some.”
“Ugh, very well.”
In the kitchen, Ms. Russoni immediately sat and began extracting a mass of papers from her case, arranging them neatly across the table. Watching her, Doug wondered what her life was like. Was she in a relationship? Did she have a sex life? Suddenly, he felt the weight of the toy gun in his pocket. He chuckled as it occurred to him that this was exactly the kind of person Grandpa Elmer had wanted to help with his ill-fated “slut ray.” On a whim, he whipped it out, pointed the radar dish at the back of Ms. Russoni’s head, and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened, of course. Doug wasn’t sure if he was relieved or a little disappointed. He shook his head at himself for the latter. If he legitimately wanted this crazy thing to work, he was as much of a perv as his old grandfather had been.
“Ooh!” Doug jumped at the sound, not sure where it had come from. It was a woman’s voice, but a squeaky soprano, nothing like Ms. Russoni’s strong contralto. She had stopped sorting her papers and was sitting motionless in her chair, her back as straight as a rod.
“Ms. Russoni?” Doug asked. “Are you OK?”
She didn’t respond. Slowly, Doug walked around the table and saw her staring transfixed at her own hands, her fingers spread wide. “Ms. Russoni?”
“Yes?” She looked up at him with glassy eyes before coming to her senses. When she spoke again, it was in her normal voice. “Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Blakely. I was just admiring my fingernails.” She held them up for Doug to see. They were indeed a lovely pink.
“Oh, um, very nice,” Doug mumbled. “Were they that color before?”
Mr. Russoni looked confused. “They must have been, right?” She shook her head. “How about that coffee?”
Doug hurried to the counter, filled a mug with hot coffee, and brought it to the lawyer. She took a grateful sip and perked up immediately. “Ooh!” she yelped in that same girlish tone. “So nice and warm! Thanks!”
“Is something wrong with your voice?”
“I’m fine,” Ms. Russoni growled in her usual tone. “I’m just a little—whoop!—lightheaded is all.” Halfway through her sentence, her voice cracked and she started talking like a schoolgirl once again. “What is going on with me? I can’t control my voice.”
“Don’t worry,” Doug said, worried. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“Nothing?! I’m not supposed to sound like this. I’m supposed to sound like a mean old lady.” She stood up in indignation. As soon as she did, both of them realized that she was about a foot shorter than before. “Eep!” she squeaked, putting her hands over her mouth. Her sleeves were much too long for her arms, making her look like a little girl in her father’s suit jacket. “What's happening?”
Doug could do nothing but stand back dumbfounded as she struggled out of the enormous jacket, revealing an equally oversized blouse underneath. She looked at Doug beseechingly. “Why am I so tiny?!” she implored. “Oh, it’s itchy!”
As Doug watched, the huge white blouse started to shrink in all directions. The material softened and developed a sheen, turning from thick wool into sheer silk as it compressed to hug her small, boyish torso. It finally stopped, giving the bewildered Ms. Russoni a chance to breathe. She stepped from behind the table, revealing that her skirt had transformed into a thin pencil skirt clinging to her skinny legs, which were wrapped in sheer pantyhose tucked into tall leather high-heeled boots.
“What happened to my clothes? And my body?” She turned on Doug. “Did you do this?!”
“No! I don’t know what’s happening. But I think it’s over now.”
“It had better be,” Ms. Russoni said, then jerked to attention. “Ohhhhh, my skin!” She began rubbing herself all over as her clothes again started deforming. But this time, they weren’t shrinking to hug her body. They were expanding as her body did the same underneath. Her fingers ran along her legs as they lengthened and became shapely. She grabbed her butt and flipped around so Doug couldn’t see it expand under her hands, but it was little use. He could still see the flesh of her buttocks bulging out from the sides, while her mouth turned into a perfect “O” of surprise.
As he watched, her lips became plump and her eyes became large and doe-like. Her black hair fell out of its bun and settled around her shoulders, gleaming in the light. Her entire body softened, replacing her angular frame with graceful curves. She stared into Doug's eyes, shocked and fascinated by his reaction to the changes in her body.
The changes seemed to be slowing, and they both breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Ms. Russoni jumped again. “Ohhhh!” she exclaimed. “My nipples!” Her hands shot to her chest, scratching her nipples as they pushed out against the sheer fabric of her blouse. That motion quickly turned into rubbing as her nipples swelled, showing dark and rock hard through the silk. Doug’s mouth dropped open as he watched her breasts grow in her hands, filling her palms while she groped them and moaned, staring at Doug with a mixture of humiliation and arousal.
Within seconds, they grew from the size of apples to grapefruits, dropping into the classic teardrop shape and filling out her voluminous top. When they were the size of small melons, they finally slowed down. Ms. Russoni relaxed, her eyes closed as she continued gently rubbing her huge boobs and quietly moaning.
After a minute, Doug coughed politely. “Oop!” she squealed, realizing what she was doing. “Stop watching me!”
“I’m sorry! It’s just… are you OK?”
“OK?! Do you think I’m OK? I just turned into a hottie with big tits! This isn’t possible!” She burst into tears and ran across the room, wrapping her arms around Doug and burying her face in his chest. His first instinct was to push her away. What if whatever was happening to her was contagious? But he realized how scared she must be, and gingerly patted her on the back.
“There there,” he offered. He could feel her breasts pressing against his stomach as she desperately clung to him, her petite body racked with sobs. Her hair had a perplexing floral scent that filled his nostrils and made his head swim. Her whole body was warm and soft, and without intending to, he found himself wrapping his arms around her and bringing her even closer. He was horrified to realize he was getting an erection. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let go. She just held onto him tighter, her sobs turning into little whimpers as she melted into him.
There was no way she wouldn’t notice his erection now. In fact, it seemed like she was leaning into it, softly grinding her own pelvis against his. Yes, she was definitely grinding on him, and he could hear her breath getting quicker as she did. He yanked her shoulders back and she looked up at him, her big brown eyes filled with tears. “What are you doing?” he demanded.
Tears rolled down her face as she stared back at him in shame. “I’m sorry!” she pleaded. “I’m scared!”
Doug felt terrible for snapping at her in this state. “It’s OK,” he said. “You’ll be OK.”
“You mean you’ll help me?” she asked, her face radiating hope.
“Um… sure.”
“Eeee! Thank you!” She threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately on the lips. Doug opened his mouth in shock and her tongue darted in. She moaned as she rubbed her body all over his. He became swept up in the moment, kissing her back and rubbing her plump ass through her skirt. After a minute, they broke their kiss and looked into each other’s eyes.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
Ms. Russoni bit her lip and looked away. “I don’t know, I’m just so confused. I need your help. I need you!” She unbuttoned her blouse, letting her huge, firm breasts bounce into Doug’s view. “Don’t you want me?”
Doug knew he should have walked away. He should have tried to find a solution, he should have called 911, he should have done anything else. But these were the most perfect breasts he had ever seen in his life, and he was too horny to think. He reached down and grabbed them, kneading them together and pinching her swollen nipples.
She purred, squirming in his grasp as he played with her soft mounds. She yelped when he leant down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it and nipping at it, licking and kissing her perfect tits like a man possessed. He noticed she had lifted her skirt and was playing with her pussy through her soaking wet panties. He could smell her love juices in the air.
Suddenly, she pulled away from him. He looked up at her, his hands still on her bosom, and could tell that she was struggling with what she was about to say. She looked embarrassed and ashamed and deeply horny all at the same time. It was adorable.
“Mr. Blakely,” she said, trying to assume her professional attitude. “I’m sorry, I know this is irregular, but I need to… I mean, I would like to… May I please suck your cock?” She yelped in shock at her own words, then dropped to her knees without waiting for an answer.
“I’m sorry!” she pleaded as she fumbled with Doug’s zipper. “I need this! I have to suck your cock right now!” She finally managed to drop Doug’s pants, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring up into her face. She moaned aloud at the sight of it. “It’s sooo big!” She gratefully lowered her mouth onto his dick, licking up and down the shaft and sucking on the head, savoring every inch as she whimpered with arousal. Her massive tits swung back and forth while she bobbed on Doug’s member. With one hand, she lovingly fondled his balls, while her other hand was buried deep in her dripping pussy, pumping in and out in time with her sucking.
Doug’s eyes rolled back in his head. This was the best blowjob he’d ever had. He didn’t care how it had happened, he was in ecstasy. He could feel his balls tighten as he neared a massive orgasm, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He had already gone this far, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to take it all the way. So reluctantly, he took his grandfather’s estate lawyer by the shoulders and pulled her off his penis.
She desperately hung onto his dick with her plump lips as he pulled away, only letting it free when he grabbed her by the chin and tilted her face toward his. He saw the shame and desire in her eyes. It looked like she was going to cry again. “I’m not good enough?” she asked through tears. “I can try harder. Please!”
“Ms. Russoni,” Doug said, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Her mouth became an "O" again and she turned bright red. Without saying a word, she walked to the table and climbed atop her pile of papers on her hands and knees, her pussy dripping onto the fresh white pages. She spread her legs, exposing her pink, engorged lips to Doug. Her legs were shaking as she waited to be fucked doggystyle.
Doug didn’t make her wait long. He strode over to the table, positioned himself behind her, and thrust his cock as far as it would go into her willing snatch. “Oohhhh!” she shouted as he began pistoning in and out. His balls slapped against her clit with the force of his thrusts. She ground herself into each one, her ass jiggling each time he bottomed out inside her. Her huge tits swayed violently beneath her, slapping her in the face as she moaned and screamed in pleasure.
“Oohhh fuck me fuck me fuck me!” she squealed in a high soprano. “I love your cock so much, fuck me as deep as you can, fuck me in my slutty pussy, I’m such a slut for you, please fuck me!” Doug could tell his orgasm wasn’t far off. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunted. Ms. Russoni responded by gripping his dick even tighter with her hot cunt. “Yesss, give me your cum, I want it so bad!”
Feeling his balls start to clench, Doug tried to pull out, but Ms. Russoni wouldn’t let him. She reached back and grabbed him by the thighs, pulling him into her as her unbelievably tight pussy milked his dick. He couldn’t stop himself. His cock burst forth with powerful jets of cum, shooting them deep inside her. She screamed and ground her pussy against him, furiously rubbing her clit with one hand. She writhed on his dick as he came, exploding with her own enormous orgasm.
Once her pussy had sucked up every drop of Doug’s cum, she finally released him and collapsed in a heap on her papers, her pussy leaking a steady stream of both of their juices all over them. Doug staggered back and slumped to the floor, utterly spent. What the hell had just happened? Had Grandpa Elmer’s gun really done that? How would he explain it to Ms. Russoni? And would she want another fuck?
They both lay where they had fallen for about 20 minutes. Ms. Russoni was dozing in pure contentment, snoring audibly with her ass still sticking up in the air. Doug was slumped against the wall, terrified to get up in case he woke her. He was racked with guilt and fear, wondering how he could restore the lawyer to her old body and whether she would expose him if he did. He had no idea what she would do when she woke up. So he wasn’t thrilled when her snoring stopped and she rose from the pile of legal papers with a stretch.
“Ohhhh, I needed that,” she purred, smoothing out her sex hair. She turned and saw Doug on the floor. “Looks like I did my job,” she said, smiling.
She climbed off the table and began packing away her cum-stained documents. One of them still had a large glob on it. She wiped it away with her hand and licked it off her fingers before finishing her business. She got dressed in her sheer silk blouse, her tight little skirt, her tall leather boots and her black blazer, which had turned into a form-fitting leather jacket. When she was done, she confidently strode over to Doug and helped him to his feet.
“Well, Mr. Blakely,” she said, “That was a very productive appointment. Same time tomorrow?”
Doug was confused. “Didn’t you have some papers for me to sign?”
“Eh, those aren’t that important. It was really just an excuse to get my hands on this nice dick.” She gave Doug’s flaccid penis a tug. He flinched.
“I’ll come back tomorrow and we can finalize everything. I’ll bring my handcuffs.” In lieu of a handshake, she launched herself at Doug and gave him a deep French kiss, rubbing her clothed body all over his naked one. When she finally pulled away, she smiled.
“Later!” She practically skipped out of the house. Doug heard the front door slam and finally allowed himself to breathe.
“Well, she certainly seems happier,” Doug mused, but in reality he was shaken to his core. Happier or no, he knew what he had just done was deeply fucked up. Despite all of Grandpa Elmer’s lofty writing, what he had created was an interdimensional sex toy for satisfying the user’s most perverse urges, consent be damned.
Doug vowed never to use it again, even while his mind was busy imagining countless abominable things he could do with it. He started getting hard, imagining himself running amok with the slut ray, taking it to a mall, an office building, a convent… He ran upstairs and returned the device to its lunch box. Then he stashed the box back under the loose floorboard and left the house as quickly as possible.
The next day, Doug found himself sitting in front of two adjunct professors at the local university, telling his story. Or most of it. “So once she changed, she kind of passed out for a few minutes, then woke up like nothing had happened and left.”
“Why did she pass out?” asked the young woman in front of him.
“I don’t know,” Doug said, avoiding her eyes. “I guess just a side effect.”
“And how was she different?” asked the man.
“You know,” Doug mimed hefting large breasts in front of him, “but like, all over. Hot.”
The professors gave each other a look. Doug knew they didn’t believe him and he knew how crazy his story sounded, especially to a couple of academics with a combined IQ ten times his own. Kelly Loden and Rick Stang were the only professors of quantum theory within 50 miles. But while they may have shared a field of study with Grandpa Elmer, that was all they shared. Neither of them was over 30, and they both fit the stereotype of a brainy hipster. In fact, they looked remarkably similar to each other, despite the fact that they were different genders. They both wore flannel shirts, thick black glasses and jeans, and they were both giving him the exact same skeptical expression.
“Look,” Doug said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. He showed them a photo. “That’s her, the estate lawyer. Ellen Russoni. She texted me that picture this morning.”
Rick blushed and looked away, while Kelly peered in closer. “What’s that between her legs?”
“A zucchini.”
“Ah. Well, it just so happens I know Ms. Russoni.” Doug and Rick both looked at her in surprise. “Yes, she handled the estate for my great aunt Bea a few years ago. She was an excellent lawyer, but I do recall her fellating one of the pallbearers behind the funeral home.”
“So she’s always been like that?” Rick asked. Kelly nodded. Doug knew his time was almost up.
“No, you don’t understand,” he protested. “That’s part of the magic. Or science, whatever. The gun makes everyone remember you as a slut. But I was there. I’m telling you she was as mean and unsexy as you are!”
Kelly stared daggers at him. “No, you don’t understand, DOUG.” She said his name with pure contempt. “We know exactly the theory you’re describing. We only agreed to speak to you because your grandfather was the progenitor of quantum trans-dimensional entanglement theory. The key word being 'theory.'”
Rick chimed in. “Professor Blakely was years ahead of his time, but that theory ruined him. He started writing papers about turning people into alternate versions of themselves and saving the world with female orgasms and all sorts of crazy ideas. Then, just when he said he was about to crack the problem, he suddenly retired and left science forever. Now, he’s all but forgotten.”
“And for good reason,” Kelly added. “Clearly a delusional man from a delusional family. They say madness goes hand-in-hand with genius, although that still doesn’t explain your case.” She smirked at Doug. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have midterms to grade.”
Doug panicked. “You gotta believe me! I don’t feel safe with this thing around.” He pulled the gun out of his pocket. “What do I have to do to convince you?”
Rick was trying to politely remove Doug from the office when Kelly interjected. “I have an idea,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “How about a demonstration? Try it on me.”
“Kelly, are you sure?” Rick asked.
“Don’t tell me you believe any of this, Rick.”
“No, it’s just… before he disappeared, Elmer Blakely did some amazing work, you know that. What if it has an unexpected effect?”
“Then we’ll be the best qualified people to reverse it. But I wouldn’t worry about that. Blakely may have been a mad genius, but I doubt he was able to turn his unproven theory into a working prototype without anyone knowing, and if he did, I doubt he would have put it into this… what did you call it?”
“A slut ray!” volunteered Doug.
“Slut ray. Well, I made it through grad school without becoming a slut. I like my chances.”
Doug nervously lifted the weapon, facing Kelly and Rick. “Whenever you’re ready,” Kelly said impatiently. Doug pointed the filled metal barrel at her. Rick was watching intently and fidgeting, while Kelly looked away in boredom.
Doug started an unasked-for countdown. “3… 2… 1…”
“Wait, stop!” Rick leaned forward and blocked Kelly from Doug’s aim. “I’m sorry, I just really think we should be careful here. You know, just to be safe. Maybe do some tests before we pull the trigger.”
“I did pull the trigger,” Doug said. The two professors stared at him, then at each other. Kelly looked down at her hands. They were unchanged. She looked down her shirt, and Rick did too. They both chuckled.
“Oh my god,” she said to Rick, laughing. “I can’t believe you were seriously worried.”
Rick shook his head. “I really was,” he said. Then all three people jumped in surprise. His voice had come out as a clear soprano. “What the hell?!” he shouted. It was bizarre to hear that girlish voice coming out of his bearded hipster face.
But it didn’t stay that way for long. As though a switch had been flipped, Rick’s stubble suddenly retracted into his face. He reached up to feel his smooth cheeks, revealing delicate feminine hands at the ends of his hairy arms. Kelly gawked, then turned to Doug.
“What did you do?!”
“He moved! It was an accident!”
“I can't believe it! Professor Blakely’s theory is true!” Rick trilled. “But I don’t want to be a horny slut!”
He shook his head as though willing the change to stop. Instead, the motion just made his hair fly side to side as it rapidly grew from the top of his head in thick chestnut waves. At the same time, his legs rippled and reformed themselves into shapely feminine stems wrapped in skinny jeans. His dainty feet were wearing high-heeled sandals instead of the Birkenstocks they had been a minute ago.
Once again, Doug was fascinated by the transformation happening in front of him, but his reaction was nothing compared to Kelly's. She was staring at the changes in Rick’s body as though she had forgotten everything else in the world. Her eyes ran up and down his rapidly feminizing form, her mouth agape and her hands unconsciously rubbing her thighs. Doug noticed the hard points of her erect nipples sticking through her thick flannel shirt.
Rick's shirt, meanwhile, was losing mass. It turned from a heavyweight flannel into thin gingham, shrinking to tightly grip Rick's doughy torso. But he didn't stay doughy for long. As Doug watched, Rick's ribs collapsed in on themselves. The bottom of his shirt tied itself into a knot, exposing a narrow midriff and a cute little belly button. Then came the big change.
Rick knew before it happened. His eyes shot open and he stared beseechingly at Kelly and Doug. “Oh no,” he squeaked. Suddenly, he let out a guttural groan as breasts ballooned out of his chest, popping the top button on his blouse and exposing three inches of milky white cleavage. Kelly moaned at the sight of her colleague's boobs wobbling as they settled onto his formerly male chest.
Rick grabbed his huge bosom with both hands. “I've got titties!” he wailed. He noticed Kelly was rubbing her own nipples through her shirt as she watched. “Kelly!” he scolded, “Are you getting turned on by this?”
“I'm sorry, Rick. I can't help it. It must be a side effect of the quantum event.”
“Yeah right,” Rick scoffed with a feminine flip of her hair. “I bet you've never seen tits this big in your life.” She undid another button on her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra that definitely hadn't been there before. She hoisted her bountiful boobs out of the cups and presented them to her colleague. “Have you?”
“No…” murmured Kelly as though in a trance. She lurched over and grabbed them hungrily, kneading them in both hands. Rick giggled.
“You like that, Professor Loden?” Rick purred. "You like fondling my manboobs?"
“Shut up,” Kelly said, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Rick's squeal of surprise quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure. Doug watched transfixed as their tongues intertwined, his dick rock hard. He began stroking it through his pants as he watched the two women make out while Kelly pawed Rick's tits. For someone who had been male this morning, she was taking to this very naturally. Doug was finding it increasingly difficult to think of Rick as a "he," and it looked like she felt the same way.
Kelly broke the kiss, leaning down to wrap her lips around Rick's left nipple. Her hands continued to roughly fondle both breasts while her mouth switched from nipple to nipple, leaving a trail of saliva dripping from each engorged tip. Rick panted, her own hands stuck between her legs, rubbing her crotch through her pants. “Oh no…” she groaned. Kelly looked up at her and Rick bit her lip. “There’s something wet between my legs.”
Kelly began unbuttoning Rick’s skin-tight jeans. “No, please,” whimpered Rick, “I’m ashamed.”
“You should be,” said Kelly with a sadistic glint in her eye. “You’re supposed to be a man, and here you are with a soaking wet pussy.” She pulled Rick’s damp thong off her beautiful cleft. “What a filthy whore you’ve become.” Doug’s jaw dropped at the sight of that pussy. It was even hotter than the lawyer’s had been, and the fact that there had been a dick in its place minutes before somehow turned Doug on even more. He unbuttoned his pants and started jerking off as he watched Kelly lap away at Rick’s perfect snatch.
Rick seemed to have forgotten her embarrassment. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she writhed and squealed, pawing at her own breasts the whole time. Kelly desperately buried her mouth in Rick’s pussy, her cheeks covered in love juices. She started removing her own clothes as she continued eating out her colleague.
Doug was surprised to see that under her shapeless flannel, Kelly had a tight little body. Her pert breasts were topped with rock-hard nipples, and her ass was perfectly round and perky. She rubbed her own wet pussy as she licked Rick’s and stuck her fingers deep inside. Neither of them took any notice of Doug stroking his own organ across the room.
“Oh no oh no oh no,” Rick panted, “I can’t cum, I can’t cum, this is so wrong. Please please please it’s so good I can’t help myself. Oh god oh god I’m cummiiiing!” Her pussy sprayed juice all over Kelly’s face, leaving it shiny and slick. Rick screamed in pleasure and horror at the sight of her brand-new pussy squirting.
She eventually settled down, lying in a satisfied heap as fluid continued to trickle out of her cleft. Kelly continued masturbating while licking the juice off her own face. “Whoa,” Doug said under his breath.
Both women looked up at him, remembering he was there for the first time in minutes. Rick seemed angry for an instant, then looked down and saw Doug stroking his hard dick. A grin spread across her face and she leapt forward, dropping to her knees and engulfing Doug's cock in her mouth before he had a chance to react.
“Ricki, stop!” Kelly shouted. Ricki??? Doug struggled to think clearly as she lustily licked up and down his shaft. He knew he should have been disgusted, that he should have stopped the transformed man from giving him a blowjob, but it felt too good. Maybe Kelly was right, and their uncontrollable arousal was a side effect of the slut ray. But she didn't seem aroused now. She was watching Rick slobber on Doug's penis with disgust. “Do you even know what you're doing?” she snapped.
“It's so good!” Ricki moaned, stroking Doug's dick lovingly. “Come try it.”
“No thank you.”
A mischievous smile crept onto Ricki's face. “I know what would persuade you.” She grabbed the slut ray and pointed it at her naked friend.
“Wait!” Kelly pleaded, but it was too late. Her eyes bugged out as huge breasts burst forth from her chest. She grabbed them and moaned, tugging on her nipples as they expanded in her hands. “What have you done, you slut?” She visibly rose in her chair as her pert ass ballooned beneath her. By the time her body was finished transforming, she was already fully masturbating, the world forgotten as she squeezed her fat tits and rubbed her soaking pussy.
“Ahem,” Ricki chimed adorably. Kelly snapped out of her trance and looked over at her friend, who was still stroking Doug's dick. “Come here,” she purred.
“No…” Kelly said half-heartedly, biting her lip while she watched Ricki slowly run her delicate hand up and down the full length of Doug's penis. “I don't want to suck that big hard cock.”
Ricki shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She lowered her hungry mouth onto Doug's dick and began bobbing her head vigorously. Kelly couldn't look away. She made brief eye contact with Doug and averted her eyes in shame, but her hand on her pussy only sped up. After a minute watching her friend suck cock, she couldn't handle the torture anymore. She crossed the room and dropped to her knees alongside Ricki.
She couldn't look either of them in the eye as she started stroking Doug's dick while Ricki continued to suck on the head. Ricki grinned, pulling back so Kelly could have unfettered access to the glistening penis. With tears in her eyes, Kelly slowly brought it to her lips and gave the tip a tentative lick. Then, unable to control herself anymore, she engulfed the whole shaft in her mouth, plunging it down her throat as she emitted a guttural moan.
She began desperately slurping away with full force, blushing a deep red at her own enthusiasm. With one hand, she caressed Doug's balls, while the other was buried between her legs, rubbing her erect clit. Ricki was watching her intently while stroking her own pussy.
Despite everything he had learned, Doug couldn't believe what he was seeing. The two big-titted bimbos lovingly sucking his dick had been sexless academics minutes before, and one of them had been a man. All of that seemed forgotten as they slobbered away on Doug's cock like it was the only thing they cared about.
Now they were both sucking it simultaneously, their mouths tracing each side in unison. They met at the end and started French kissing, quickly returning to the dick, then alternating between the two as they caressed each other's curvy bodies.
Dog knew he couldn't take much more of this. “I'm gonna cum,” he gasped, more as a warning than anything.
“Oh God,” Kelly moaned. “Do it in my mouth.”
“No you don't, slut!” interjected Ricki. ”That cum is mine!” As though to prove it, she took Doug's dick in her mouth and began sucking even harder. Kelly tried to pry it out, and succeeded just as Doug shot his first huge load. His dick popped out from Ricki's lips, flinging cum over both of their faces and much of the far wall. They both yelped with glee and bent down to lick away the smaller spurts of cum that kept trickling out of Doug's member.
When he was finally done, Ricki leant back and started wiping the cum from her face, then licking it off her fingers. Kelly just sat and stared at Doug's limpening cock with a mixture of arousal, self-loathing and sperm on her face. Ricki noticed and crawled over to her. She kissed her hard on the lips, snapping her out of her trance. She licked the cum off Kelly’s face, then without swallowing, stuck her tongue back into Kelly's mouth. At the same time, she plunged two fingers deep into Kelly's wet pussy.
Kelly moaned loudly through the kiss. She grabbed Ricki's tits in both hands and came instantly. She collapsed to the floor, writhing with the force of her orgasm’s aftershocks. Ricki spooned her, burying her face in Kelly's sweat-matted hair. After a moment, they were still.
Doug didn't know if they were asleep, but he sensed that this was his time to flee. He quietly zipped up his pants and started to creep out of the room.
“Wait,” came a voice from the floor. Doug stopped in his tracks. Kelly sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. “Don't forget this.” She held up the gun. Doug crossed the room and gingerly took it out of her hand. “Sorry it doesn't work,” Kelly added. “Professor Blakely was a brilliant man, but it looks like his ‘slut ray’ will have to stay in the realm of science fiction for now.”
Ricki chuckled, raising herself on one elbow in a seductive pose. “Thank you for coming in, though. It was nice to meet you. And anytime you want to bring that thick cock around, be our guest.” Both women broke into a fit of feminine giggles. Doug could still hear them laughing as he hurried away down the hall.
Back in Grandpa Elmer's study, Doug tore off the loose floorboard and fished out the journal from its hiding place. He flipped to the middle and started to read, desperate for answers. He cursed his brain as he struggled to make sense of his grandfather's dense writing.
“September 8, 1948. I see now that my noble goals for the quantum integration emitter were nothing but a joke, a pretense for my own sexual deviation. In the past week, I have turned half a dozen students, colleagues and traveling salesmen into wanton harlots, and I am ashamed to admit I took advantage of every one. Today I stood by the river and attempted to throw the evil device beneath the waves, but I could not.
"I see now that it changes the minds not only of its targets, but of those who use it. What's worse, its corrosive effect is addictive. I fear I will never be able to stop myself from taking advantage of those around me. At each opportunity, I try to will myself to resist, but so far I have always failed. Who knows where this grisly story will end? I can't bear to think of it."
Doug shuddered. He silently vowed not to fall into Elmer's trap. Maybe he could do what his grandfather couldn't, and destroy the cursed gun forever. He held it in his hand, trying to get up the nerve to drive to the nearest river. Instead, he picked up the journal and began reading again.
“September 13, 1948. Today I went too far, and I fear I will pay a terrible price—"
"BRZZZZAAAAAAAAPAPAPAP!” The doorbell shook the entire house.
In his agitated state, Doug yelped at the sudden noise. He crept downstairs, peeking sideways from the window to see who was at the door. Please not the lawyer, he thought, although a part of him hoped it was. He stood in the vestibule, praying that whoever was out there would leave. Instead, they rang again. Doug swallowed and opened the door.
Outside were two burly workmen in blue jumpsuits. “Hi,” said one cheerfully. “We're the movers. I'm Wayne and that's Lou.”
“Doug,” Doug managed to stammer. He had totally forgotten about the movers. Ms. Russoni had hired them to start clearing out Elmer’s junk to get the house ready for the estate sale. Doug wondered if she had selected them before or after her transformation. He guessed it was after; these guys were huge and muscular. He pictured her huge tits bouncing as they fucked her from either end. Just when he was getting lost in the daydream, he shook his head and wordlessly let the two men into the house.
They walked into the living room and looked around. “We’ll start in here, OK?” Wayne asked Doug.
“Sure,” Doug mumbled. The movers started taking Elmer’s dusty books off the shelves and stacking them in boxes. After a minute, they realized Doug was still standing there.
They gave each other a look. “Nice place,” Lou ventured. “You gonna keep it?”
“I guess,” said Doug after an uncomfortably long pause. “Or maybe not. I don’t know.” The movers shrugged and went back to work. Doug rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head. He was a wreck. He couldn’t stop thinking about the slut ray. He could feel its weight in his pocket, taunting him. The journal had warned against using the device, but Doug was as addicted to its effects as Elmer had been. With just one pull of the trigger, he could turn anyone into a willing slut and have incredible sex right then and there.
He looked at Wayne and Lou. Their powerful muscles flexed as they lifted the heavy boxes of books. Wayne was at least six feet tall, and Lou must have been a half-foot taller, with the massive build of an NFL lineman. Doug imagined their shocked expressions as their bodies shrank into curvy, feminine shapes, with huge tits erupting from their chests. He imagined himself towering over them, and seeing the confusion in their eyes as they struggled to understand why they craved his cock so badly.
Doug felt himself getting hard, but was unable to escape the fantasy. He knew all the reasons he shouldn’t do it. If he kept using the slut ray, it would destroy his mind like it had destroyed Elmer’s. It was wrong, and a total violation of the movers’ will. Also, if he did it, then it would take them forever to move the furniture. But despite all these reasons, he felt himself reaching for the cold metal machine in his pocket. He slowly pulled it out with a shaking hand, then pointed it at Wayne's back. He silently begged for forgiveness as he greedily pulled the trigger.
There! The job was done. He discreetly returned the gun to his pocket, adjusting his pants to accommodate his massive erection. He could hate himself later, but at that moment, he was too excited to care. He stood there, watching the movers from behind with an evil grin plastered on his face, as he waited for the change to come. It seemed to be taking longer than before.
Impatient, he pulled out the gun again and pointed it at Lou. He pulled the trigger and waited, but nothing happened. He started to panic. He alternated the gun between the two movers, squeezing the trigger in a rapid-fire frenzy. They finally noticed and turned on him in unison, their faces a mixture of annoyance and confusion.
"What is that?" asked Lou, pointing at the slut ray.
"Oh, this?" said Doug, sounding frantic. "It's a… toy gun! Pretty cool, right?" He pointed it back at Lou, firing the trigger 50 more times. “Gotcha!”
"Is there something we can help you with?" asked Wayne with irritation. "We've got a lot to get through here."
"Oh sure," said Doug. "Can I look at your fingernails?" Without waiting for a response, he ran over and grabbed Wayne's hand. His nails were thick, gnarly and unpainted, just like you'd expect after a lifetime of manual labor.
"What the fuck?" said Wayne, pulling his hand away. He looked at Doug in disgust. Doug leapt back in a panic. All three men looked down in unison, noticing Doug's erection.
Lou spoke very slowly. "Hey man, we're just here to pack up the house. Are we gonna have a problem?"
"No problem!" yelled Doug, sounding insane. "You guys go right ahead. I have to go… read! Bye bye!" He ran up the stairs as fast as he could, missing a step and knocking a painting off the wall in the process. Bolting into Elmer's study, he slammed the door and picked up the journal.
“September 13, 1948. Today I went too far, and I fear I will pay a terrible price. It had been five days since I had used the quantum integration emitter. I have resisted the temptation only by locking myself in my home and seeing no one. Last night, I ran out of food. I was forced to summon my assistant Harry to restock my larder. I instructed him to leave the provisions on my veranda and go, but by the time he arrived, I had lost my resolve. I was waiting for him with the emitter."
Doug reached into his pants and started stroking his cock. It was rock hard and throbbed in his hand.
"When Harry saw the cursed device, he pleaded with me to spare him. He knows its power, and begged me to allow him to keep his identity. Harry has been loyal to me for ten years, even while the rest of the scientific world ostracized me. He has remained by my side through my descent into depravity. He has been the best of friends to me, and still I did not hesitate before pointing the machine at his face and pulling the trigger."
Doug started jerking his cock faster. He was so horny he couldn't stand it. His dick was harder than it had ever been in his life. He felt a fire within him, burning his cock from the inside with lust and spreading through his whole body. He read on.
"However, to both of our surprise, he did not change. At that point, I knew my worst fears had been realized. I apologized for my actions and excused myself, warning Harry not to follow. I retreated to my study, where I remain. I feel my arousal growing, but with it, a strange burning within myself that can not be denied. I know what it means, but I dare not write it, even here. Harry is knocking on the door, concerned for me. I share his concern. It's becoming too difficult to write, but I must not lose focus and—"
The entry ended there. Doug tried to turn the page, but he couldn't focus on anything but stroking his cock. It just kept getting bigger and harder, feeling like it was ready to burst into flames. Finally, it seemed to stop expanding. Wait, was it getting smaller? Doug was horrified to realize his dick was slowly shrinking in his hand as he furiously jerked it. It was like he was whittling it away.
But even as it got smaller, the pleasure from his masturbation felt better and better. Doug couldn't stop himself from stroking his dwindling cock even as it disappeared in his grip. Soon, he could no longer wrap his hand around it, so he started rubbing it with his fingertips. That felt even better, and he heard himself let out a sensual moan that didn't sound like him at all.
His breath caught as his dick withdrew into his crotch, turning into a small nub of intensely sensitive flesh. It radiated waves of pleasure through his whole body as he rubbed it faster and faster, moving his fingers up and down his smooth crotch. The skin beneath his fingers grew softer and warmer, like he was molding it with his touch. Suddenly, it felt wet, and he shrieked as his fingers accidentally slipped inside his body.
He didn't need to see it to know he was touching a vagina. He was totally confused and utterly humiliated, knowing he had taken a hand in removing his own penis. "I pointed it at them," he whined between moans. "This stupid thing is broken!" He gasped as he fingered his brand-new pussy, fucking himself with his fingers like a horny girl. He could feel an orgasm building, and shuddered with fear and arousal to think what other changes it would bring. He was so close, nothing could stop him now…
There was a knock on the door and Wayne poked his head in. "Sorry to bother ya, do you have a ladder?" He looked at Doug and froze stock still. Doug was standing behind Grandpa Elmer's desk, so Wayne couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but it was clear enough. His face was flush, his breathing was heavy, and his arm was stuck between his legs, twitching slightly as he continued to gently rub himself.
"OK, I'm outta here," said Wayne as he began to close the door.
"Wait!" shouted Doug for reasons he didn't fully understand. Wayne paused, holding the door an inch open and peeking through the crack. "I need your help," Doug continued, "Come in here and close the door."
Grimacing, Wayne entered the room and stood with his back against the door, blocking it from sight with his huge frame. "I'm in trouble," Doug said. "I messed up. It's this dumb toy. It backfired and now something really bad is happening and I need you to stop it."
"What's happening?" asked Wayne warily.
"I'm turning into a slut." Wayne opened the door to leave.
"No, WAIT!" Doug ran out from behind the desk to stop Wayne. They both froze and stared at his legs. His pants had been replaced by a pair of fishnet stockings, which clung to shapely, feminine legs. His delicate feet were encased in pink stiletto heels, and he was wearing nothing over his crotch except a red silk pair of panties.
"You see?" shouted Doug. "Look, I even have a pussy!" He pulled the scrap of cloth away from his vagina, revealing a moist slit covered in a dusting of blonde hair. Wayne's jaw hit the floor.
"Listen, sir… I mean ma'am… I mean whatever. I respect your lifestyle, but I can't get involved…"
"The gun did this, you see." Doug was rambling. He grabbed Wayne's arm, staring into his eyes with wild desperation. "It turns people into sluts. My grandpa was a mad scientist and he invented it. It's a quantum kilometer. I used it to turn my lawyer into a slut and I fucked her, then I used it on these two nerds and I fucked them, and then I couldn't stop. You can fuck anyone, they can't resist cock, it's amazing. It makes you horny and it feels soooo fucking good. So I tried to stop but I couldn't, and then when you guys showed up I tried it on you BUT IT DIDN'T WORK. And then I came up here and my dick turned into a pussy and I'm wearing heels and you've got to make it stop!"
Wayne stood very still. "You tried it… on me?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
"How fucking dare you…" He stared at Doug with pure rage. His nostrils flared and he flexed his powerful hands. Doug was terrified, and the fear just made his pussy wetter.
"You thought you could turn me into some kinda freak like you? Me and my baby cousin Lou? You really are a sick fuck."
Doug whimpered, holding the sleeves of Wayne's jumpsuit with both arms. "Please…" he whined.
"Maybe you are turning into a slut. And you know what happens when sluts like you fuck with guys like me?"
"Please, no…" Doug whispered.
"They get FUCKING PUNISHED!"
Wayne's face was a mask of white-hot fury. He grabbed Doug around the waist, bent him over his knee, and gave his pert, girlish butt an ear-splitting smack. Doug shrieked in a voice two octaves higher than his own. Before he could catch his breath, Wayne spanked him again, then again and again, bringing tears to Doug's eyes with the stinging pain. "Look at this!" Wayne laughed. "Every time I smack your ass, it gets fatter!" He wailed on Doug's butt, laughing as it bounced into a rounder shape on each strike.
Doug winced, aware of his body changing but too aroused to fight it. Something about being spanked felt so satisfying, like he was a naughty schoolgirl. He ground his crotch against Wayne's knee in time with the strikes, his whole body shaking with the vibration. Each time he was thrust forward, his hair flew a tiny bit further in front of his face. As he watched, it lightened to a honey-colored blonde and twisted into delicate ringlets. He heard jingling and felt heavy earrings weighing down his ears. As he caught his first glimpses of his female self, his guttural grunts gave way to girlish yelps of feminine pleasure.
With each spank, electric energy pulsed from his vagina and crackled through his body. It reached his nipples, making them itch with maddening pain and tingle with exquisite pleasure. His hands flew to them of their own accord, rubbing and pinching them through his shirt in a desperate search for relief. The energy coursed across his skin, burning off his hair and softening him all over. He tried to fight it, but he could feel the energy tickling his brain, softly at first, but stronger and stronger with each burst of pain in his ass.
Now, every spank sparked a vivid memory, but these memories weren’t from his life. He remembered being a little girl, combing his dolls’ hair and playing doctor with the boy down the street. He remembered slumber parties and cheerleading auditions and school dances. He remembered his first crush, his first date, his first kiss, and even his first bra. (The first of many.)
Suddenly, his shirt felt unbearably tight. It was crushing him and squeezing his tingling nipples so hard, he thought they would bleed. He couldn’t breathe; he had to get this shirt off before he choked to death in the middle of a spanking. With a mighty grunt, he grabbed the front of his shirt and tore it open, buttons flying across the room. The remains of his shirt melted away, leaving him topless and exposing a pair of adorable B-cup breasts on his chest. Wayne saw them jiggling and laughed.
“Nice titties, bro! But I bet we can get ‘em a little bigger.”
“Please, no!” Doug begged, even as the thought caused his nipples to crinkle. Wayne started spanking him with renewed force, making his brand-new tits swell with each strike. Doug felt their weight growing on his chest and started rubbing them again. He groped his little mounds, making them grow even faster, and pinched his nipples, molding them from tiny bee stings to wide, pink circles with engorged tips. He rolled them around in his fingers, moaning at the obscene sensation. When his breasts were big enough to fill his hands, he looked up at Wayne and begged him for mercy.
“Please,” he gasped, wincing at the sound of his own voice. It was a breathy soprano, reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. No matter what he said, it came out like a seductive purr. “They’re big enough. Please stop, I don’t want huge tits!”
“You sure about that?” asked Wayne skeptically. His words echoed in Doug’s head, flooding it with more memories. He remembered weekly bra fittings while his mother shook her head and he tried to contain his glee. He remembered undoing the top button on his blouse whenever he was out of sight of a teacher. He remembered walking down the street in a sundress and no bra, savoring the incredulous stares. He remembered an endless stream of men ripping open his shirt and staring with wild lust at his tits before attacking them. He remembered all of their hands, mouths, lips and teeth, and each memory was sweeter than the last.
“Keep going!” He heard the words burst out of his mouth. “Give me big fat titties! Touch them you fucker!”
Wayne lifted Doug off his knee. The pain in Doug’s beet-red ass was only exceeded by the hunger in his chest. Wayne bent down and began kneading Doug's tits with both hands, teasing more and more flesh out of his body as he went. Doug started playing with his pussy while Wayne felt him up, horrified and excited by his own desire for enormous boobs. Wayne took Doug’s nipples in his mouth, biting them with shocking force and licking them with surprising tenderness. Doug looked down. His tits were now so big, he couldn’t see past them. They were massive and milky white with veins running under the skin, and his pale pink nipples were topped with beet-red tips that glistened with Wayne’s saliva. They were the tits from his memory, his H-cup pride and joy.
Wayne finally relented, yanking Doug to his feet and standing back to admire the merchandise. He scanned Doug from head to toe, while Doug stood there in a daze. He had lost a massive amount of height, and was now a full foot shorter than Wayne. “You turned out alright,” Wayne said, eyeing Doug like a piece of meat. “Not a bad day’s work. See?” He held up his phone, turning on the front-facing camera and showing Doug his new face for the first time.
Dumbfounded, Doug took the phone and studied the stranger within. His face was beautiful, with plump, sensuous lips, huge blue eyes under flattering lashes, and a button nose. Blonde shoulder-length curls framed it perfectly, bouncing as he turned his head from side to side to admire his jawline. Long bejeweled earrings dangled from both ears. His neck was long and slender, leading to graceful shoulders. His tits were so massive, he couldn’t get both in the frame at the same time. Still, he couldn’t resist taking a selfie of this unbelievable hottie. In his fishnet stockings, pink stilettos and tiny red panties, he looked like an especially risqué World War II-era pin-up model.
He felt two lives jockeying for position in his mind. To one of them, this face was entirely new, not to mention the hottest babe he had ever seen. To the other, it was her own face, the one she greeted cheerfully in the mirror every morning. Both realities felt totally real and like a dream at the same time. The only difference was that the female one was better. When she thought about that existence, all the stress and disappointment of Doug’s unremarkable life melted away, replaced with a sense of bubbly optimism and countless happy memories of sucking and fucking.
Doug suddenly realized he was the horniest she’d ever been in either life. His head swam with images of her female self performing obscene sex acts his male self had never heard of. She remembered eating out her guidance counselor in the faculty lounge and fucking two lifeguards on the beach. She remembered late-night makeout sessions with anonymous bartenders and weekend-long fuckfests with businessmen in luxury hotel rooms. She remembered all her boyfriends, friends with benefits, and one night stands. And the blowjobs… why were there so many blowjobs???
In Doug's memory, she was perpetually on her knees, sucking cocks like it was her life's calling. In movie theaters, at the office, in the park, in the backseats of cars, in the front seats of cars, in the trunk… Wherever cocks could be found, she would find them and suck them to completion. It was her favorite thing. She loved the simultaneous submission of servicing a man and the power of controlling his pleasure. She loved tenderly kissing and licking the head, and she loved shoving the entire shaft down her throat.
She just loved cocks: long ones and short ones, thick ones and thicker ones, young and old, cut and uncut, and every color of the rainbow. She loved their warmth, smell, and flavor, and most of all, she loved mens' reactions when she played with them. They would get hard in her hand or mouth, their breath would quicken, and their face would take on that adorable faraway expression of male pleasure. It was the same look she saw on Wayne's face at that very moment.
"Fuck, baby," he moaned, "that feels really good."
What feels good? Doug wondered. Suddenly, she realized she was rubbing Wayne's cock through his jumpsuit. It had started so naturally, she hadn't even noticed. He was already fully hard, and as Doug traced the outline through the thick fabric, she realized just how big he was. Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth started to water.
"No no no no no!" Doug shouted, wrenching her hand away like she had touched a hot stove. She turned her back on Wayne so she wouldn't have to look at his captivating bulge. Every previous victim of the slut ray had been sucking cock with no hesitation at this point, but she realized she was still in control of her actions. She had to fight the temptation while she still could. Unfortunately, Wayne wasn't going to make it easy.
He leant in from behind her, putting his massive hands on her dainty shoulders and sniffing her soft curls. He towered over her. "Come on, baby," he said in her ear, "You know you want to."
"No I don't," said Doug, with a flutter in her voice that gave her away. Wayne just chuckled, moving his hands to Doug's naked tits and gently massaging them. "I'm so hard for you," Wayne went on. "I know you want to see it. All the sluts down at the bar love the taste of my dick. You will too."
"It won't happen. I don't suck cock."
"Aren't you curious? Just to see what it's like?"
"I know what it's like!" Doug spat back at him. "I've done it 1,000 times, apparently!"
Wayne kept rubbing Doug's tits. The sensation warmed her from within, stirring her loins and clouding her judgment. "I'll tell you what," Wayne said. "Just look at it. That can't hurt, right? Then I'll leave without bothering you and get back to work."
"You promise?" Doug knew this was a trap, but it was her best shot.
Wayne pinched Doug's nipples, making her gasp. "If that's what you want."
Doug bit her lip. She could feel Wayne's dick pressing into her back. She knew she didn't have to make this deal. She could tell him to fuck off, and she'd finally be left alone to satisfy her sexual frustration with a masturbation session on the office floor. But the more she thought about it, the more she found herself gripped with a powerful need to see Wayne's penis. Maybe she could resist touching it if she just knew what it looked like. But if he walked out of the room without showing her, the horniness would drive her insane. One peek. Was that so wrong?
"OK…" Doug began, "one look. Then you leave."
"That's my girl," Wayne said. He gave Doug's tits one last hard squeeze and released them. Doug slowly turned around, looking up at Wayne's smirking face, then down at the massive shape tenting out his pants. She froze.
"Go ahead," Doug said breathlessly. "Whip it out or whatever."
"You can do it," Wayne prodded.
"That wasn't part of the deal!"
"I'll do it… eventually. If you're so impatient, be my guest."
"I just want to get this over with!" Doug said in a frustrated whine. Without knowing why, she dropped to her knees. "I am definitely putting this on your Yelp page. Very unprofessional." She fumbled with Wayne's zipper. "Remember, one look and then you get the hell OOOHHHHH!"
Wayne's rock-hard cock popped out from his pants, bobbing into Doug's face and wiping her mind blank. It was beautiful: at least eight inches long, with an especially bulbous head and hearty veins running along the generous shaft. It was so engorged, it was beet red, twitching and taunting Doug as it hung inches from her mouth. She licked her lips.
"That's… nice…" she said, hypnotized by the member in front of her. She gently ran her fingertips along its length. She stared at it from every angle, her eyes wide and her breath shallow. She shifted her legs beneath her as her pussy started to flow. She wondered what it tasted like…
Suddenly, Wayne grabbed it and started shoving it back in his pants. "Well, a deal's a deal," he said, turning to leave. Doug lurched forward on her knees and grabbed him by the arm. "Wait!" she shouted with panic.
Wayne turned back around very slowly. "Yes?" he inquired.
"Don't go…" Doug mumbled, unable to meet Wayne's eyes. A lifetime of experience and every cell in her body were telling her what to do, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. "I need…"
"Oh, you need something? Pray tell what?"
Doug felt tears in her eyes. She knew she had lost. "I need… to give you a blowjob. Happy now?"
"What's the magic word?"
"COME ON ALREADY!"
Wayne unzipped his pants. His dick sprang forward into Doug's face again. "Say it," he said in a cold voice.
"Please…" Doug whimpered. "Please let me suck your cock. I need it in my mouth so bad!"
"Fine."
That was all it took. Doug launched herself at Wayne's cock, plunging it into her mouth in one smooth motion. She let out a long, low moan as she felt it filling her mouth. This was what she lived for. She licked the underside with her tongue and bobbed back and forth along the shaft before pulling back to shower it with kisses and tender licks. She sucked the balls while working the shaft and lovingly teased the head with her lips. In the back of her mind, the man Doug had been was screaming at her to stop, calling her gay and weak and every name he knew, but she was too horny to care. She had a choice, and she chose to suck cock.
Doug could barely hear Wayne's aroused grunts over her own mewling voice, but she could tell from the way his balls were twitching that his orgasm wasn't far off. She started sucking harder and faster, using the skills she had perfected over a lifetime of making men cum. Somewhere, from a locked cage at the bottom of a lake in the depths of her mind, Doug's male self begged her not to drink Wayne's cum. He could finish on her tits and be satisfied. But even as she pictured it, her mouth started to water. The shame and degradation only made her hornier. She could taste the first drops of precum on her tongue. It wouldn't be long now.
Suddenly, the door flew open. Lou burst into the room, his head grazing the ceiling. "Wayne, are you OK? It sounds like an animal attack up here!" He froze, absorbing the scene in front of him. Wayne was standing with his fly down and his cock out, staring at Lou like a deer in headlights. Doug was almost naked, on her knees with her lips still wrapped around Wayne's dick, giving him the exact same expression.
"What the fuck?" Lou grumbled, "Who's this?"
Wayne broke into a terrifying smile. "Lou! I'm glad you're here. You're gonna love this. You see this chick?" He pointed at Doug. "She's that weirdo from before! He turned himself into a slut and now she'll do anything. C'mere, c'mere. You fuck her from behind while she sucks my dick."
Lou looked at Doug, who stared back at him beseechingly. Lou gazed off into the middle distance with his brow furrowed, considering the implications of his decision. He looked back at Doug and Wayne, shrugged his shoulders, and started unzipping his pants.
"Now wait a second!" Doug spluttered, coughing as she finally removed her mouth from Wayne's penis. "Let's think about this." Lou had already positioned himself behind Doug, but now he hesitated.
"You said she'd do anything…" he said to Wayne.
Wayne blew a raspberry in the air. "She's fakin'! She told me herself, she can't say no to cock. If she gets one look at it, she'll beg you to dick her down."
"That is not true! You keep that thing in your OOOOHHHHH!" Doug spun around just as Lou was freeing his penis from his jumpsuit pants. It was even larger than Wayne's, and as knobbly and wizened as a wizard's staff. Doug blushed scarlet, let out a moan so low it sounded like a cow mooing, and grabbed it with both hands.
"Nnnnnnnnngh please fuck me," she whined as she stroked, kissed and sniffed Lou's misshapen cock from every angle. "I need this monster in my pussy nnnnngh god I want it so bad now please please please." She was barely aware of what she was saying, but no one seemed to care. Lou picked her up bodily with one arm, using the other hand to position a leather armchair underneath her. He bent her over, tore off her panties with his thumb and forefinger, and positioned his mammoth dick at the entrance to her quivering pussy.
"I'm gonna go slow," he said, "Sometimes this doesn't go so good." Doug looked into his eyes, then averted her eyes in shame. She couldn't wait anymore. She thrust her pelvis backward, sucking Lou's massive cock all the way into her pussy in one stroke. "Whoa!" Lou shouted. Doug was silent for a moment, her eyes as wide as saucers as she tried to comprehend the sensation of a dick inside her. Experimentally, she slowly pulled forward until only the head remained inside, then shoved it all in again. That second penetration broke her out of her reverie.
"AAAAAHHH-ump!" Doug screamed, her cry of pleasure cut short when Wayne popped his cock back in her mouth. She barely noticed; she couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of Lou's dick in her pussy. He started pumping in and out in a slow but steady rhythm. Doug moaned, the sound coming out in a gargle because of the penis in her mouth. His male self had never experienced anything like the pleasure of being fucked, and her female self had never discovered a dick like this in all of her slutty adventures. Neither of them could get enough.
"Ahem," Wayne said theatrically. "That's not a toothpick. Make with the head!" Doug gave him an offended look, but started sucking the cock in her mouth anyway. She had lost all willpower and could no longer deny her desires. She sucked and licked Wayne's massive dick while Lou plowed her from behind with an even bigger one.
"This is so wrong," Doug said between sucks. "What is going on? I've never done this before, but it's also like I've done this a lot, and it just feels so good. I'm a man, right? But I love getting my pussy fucked. It feels so good to make cocks happy. I'm such a fucking dirty slut. Was I a dirty slut before? It feels so wrong but that just makes me want to be even dirtier and sluttier and then I—"
"Let's talk about it later," Wayne said, grabbing the back of Doug's head and shoving her onto his dick. She made a strangled noise as her throat opened up of its own accord. She hadn't known she could deepthroat, but somehow she wasn't surprised. Wayne's dick felt like it reached to the bottom of her neck, but she felt no pain, not even when he grabbed her chin and started fucking her face.
Lou increased the speed and pressure of his fucking, and Doug's body exploded in pleasure like never before. She couldn't believe how full she was, taking enormous cocks from both ends. She was sure they would meet in the middle of her body and bump up against each other. The feeling was so intense, she thought she was going to pass out. It felt so dirty and fulfilling to take dicks this deep, to milk them with her mouth and pussy and make them shoot their cum as deep as possible. She started sucking and fucking faster, desperate for their sperm. She was a cumslut and she didn't care who knew!
From the men's grunts, she knew they weren't far. They were bottoming out on every stroke, spraying her with sweat as they fucked her from both ends with uncontrollable ferocity. She loved it, and felt her pussy building toward an orgasm of her own. She started rubbing her clit in time with Lou's fucking.
"You want my cum, baby?" Wayne barked.
"Yes! Give it to me! I want to taste your hot jizz. Fill me up you fucking bull!" (That was what Doug tried to say, but her mouth was full.) Wayne's dick was twitching in her throat like a ticking time bomb. In a final flourish, Doug released it from her throat, put the head between her lips and sucked it like a shop vac, simultaneously fondling his balls and licking his frenulum with the tip of her tongue.
That did the trick. With a mighty roar, Wayne shoved his dick back down Doug's throat just as it burst forth with its first jet of cum. Doug felt it hit the back of her throat, red-hot and sticky. Then another blast came, and another, filling her gullet until it spilled back up to her mouth and all over her tongue. She tasted the salty-sweet funk and instantly came herself, her pussy leaking juice all over Lou's dick as he fucked her from behind.
Her body shook with convulsive waves of orgasmic pleasure, while Wayne's cock kept squirting into her mouth. She moaned and slurped away, trying to swallow it all despite the bone-rattling orgasm coursing through her body. Lou, picking up on what had happened, responded by cumming himself. He grabbed Doug's hips and pulled her to him, shoving his cock as deep as possible and painting the inside of her womb with his own hot seed.
That sent Doug back over the edge, her orgasm redoubling in strength. She started squirting all over Lou's dick even as he continued cumming inside her. Her mouth and pussy were overflowing with cum, just how she liked it. When they were finally spent, both men released her and she fell to a heap on the ground, leaking jizz from both ends and whimpering as she kept rubbing her clit, savoring the last embers of her orgasm.
She lay there panting, oblivious to the world around her. Wayne and Lou looked at each other, then tucked their dicks back into their jumpsuits and made a beeline for the door.
"Gee look at the time we gotta go," said Wayne with his hand on the knob. He wrenched it open and frantically gestured for Lou to flee. Once Lou had squeezed his massive frame through the door, Wayne followed him, stopping to take one last look at the woman on the floor. "We'll be back to finish up tomorrow, Miss Blakely," he gave her a smirk as he closed the door, "or can I call you Elmira?"
Elmira??? But of course, that was her name. She had been named after her beloved grandfather. What kind of a name is Elmira? thought Doug.
What kind of a name is Doug? thought Elmira. Then, with a shake of her head, she snuffed Doug out of her mind. She sat up, stretching languorously. "Elmira," she said aloud, savoring the name. It made her think of Grandpa Elmer's journal. She picked it up, wiping off a stray dollop of cum and licking it off her finger, and began to read.
"Sept. 14, 1948. This will be my last entry. My worst fears have come true. Long-term exposure to the quantum integration emitter has caused the device to synchronize with my own spacetime signature. Therefore, when I attempted to use it on my assistant Harry, it instead integrated me, turning me into a woman. The experience was fascinating, and I am taking extensive notes.
"Due to my tolerance for the quantum field, I was able to keep my memories of my previous life, but in all other respects, the process was complete and thorough. I begged Harry to debase my body in a hundred vulgar ways right then and there, over his protests. In the end, I had to remind him that I was his superior in order to gain access to his penis. Our sexual intercourse was eye-opening, to say the least.
"My scientific career is over. For all the reasons I have lamented, a woman such as myself is not welcome in the halls of science. However, I have devised a plan. Harry and I leave in the morning. We will drive west and settle somewhere no one knows us. Harry will assume my identity; perhaps what remains of my reputation can help him secure a humble position in education. I will take a new name. Harry suggested Harriet, perhaps as a jape, but I find myself unable to say no to him. I will be his wife; we plan to wed as soon as possible."
"I know I should be angry. My life has been stolen by the very forces of misogyny I dedicated myself to fighting. In my narrow-minded pursuit of my dreams, my hubris led me to become a slave to my own worst nature. In the end, I cursed myself to a life I had never expected. However, as I write this entry, looking down upon my female body and thinking of the future ahead of me, I feel only joy. I desire nothing but to spend the rest of my life with Harry, taking care of him, bearing his children, and worshiping his beautiful penis for all my days.
"I still believe female sexuality will save the world. I do not know when. All I know is that it has already saved me.
"Harriet Blakely. September 14, 1948."
