A desperate man uses a magical amulet to possess the body of his crush, but soon realizes he picked the wrong night.

Dawn at Last
by Ighten

The night I possessed Dawn Lindsay, I stayed up late. The old man who sold me the amulet had described how it worked in great detail. Once I invoked the spell, my body would fall into an unwakeable sleep while my consciousness traveled into hers, controlling her movements and feeling her sensations as though they were my own. It was vital to do it while she was fast asleep to ensure a maximum level of control. No matter what, her instincts and habits would influence me; that was part of the spell. But if I waited until she had been asleep for hours and was in the deepest part of the REM cycle, I would be in total control, able to do whatever I wanted with her body for hours while her mind slept on, blissfully unaware. So I stayed up till 3.

As I sat in my room, nervously watching the clock, I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. How had I gotten to this point? Over the last few years, my crush on Dawn had grown into a full-blown sexual obsession. But the more infatuated I became, the more nervous I got about approaching her. Even after all this time, she barely knew I existed. And things had really gotten out of hand when she started dating that asshole Jake Becker. When I found out she was with that smug musclehead, I fell into a spiral. I couldn’t take it anymore. I figured if I could just see her naked, that would cure me. I needed to see her, to feel her, just once. And when I found out about an amulet that would let me take over her body, I was desperate enough to try it. I would do anything to touch her, even if it was with her own hands.

I turned off my alarm at 2:58 AM. I couldn’t believe I thought I’d need it. As I picked up the stone, I tried to calm my nerves. She would definitely be asleep. It was a weeknight, and I knew she went to bed at 10:30 PM. (I'm a stalker, I know.) I thought for a moment about chickening out. I could always do it another night. But that feeling soon passed. I wanted this way too much. Turning the light off, I laid down on top of my sheets, clutched the amulet to my chest, and shut my eyes.

I tried to do what the old man had told me. I thought about Dawn, picturing her room (which I had seen on social media) and how it must look at that moment: the shapes of her furniture in the dark, the warmth of her blankets, her breathing as she slept. I thought about Dawn herself, and the face that haunted me. Her cute upturned nose, her big blue eyes and pouty lashes, her delicate mouth and sunny smile. I thought about her soft blonde hair and the way it fell around her slender neck and shoulders. I was getting lightheaded, but the sleepier I got, the more vivid my memory of her became. I thought about her beautiful breasts… large, soft and perfectly round. I imagined their weight on her chest as she slept on her back, the same position I was in. I felt them rising and falling with her breath, her perfect nipples brushing against the fabric of her sheets. God, I loved those tits.

I thought about her hourglass waist and her womanly hips. Her long, shapely legs and dainty feet. Her pert, round ass lifting her pelvis off the mattress. Her vagina… the pussy I had imagined so many times, cute little lips under a patch of soft blonde hair. Her clit, slightly engorged. A breeze blew up the sheet and cooled some lingering moisture on her lips. I shivered in my bed. I couldn’t tell if I was really feeling her body or if I was dreaming. My mind was whirling, my hands tight on the smooth stone object in my hand. I felt myself falling down through my bed into a deep, quiet place. As I lost consciousness, the last thing I heard was the sound of a woman’s breath.

The next thing I knew, I was waking groggily, as if from a vivid dream. I wasn’t sure where I was or what was real. As the memories came flooding back, I realized that I must have fallen asleep trying to perform the spell. It didn’t work, of course. Just another waste of money. Tears stung my eyes as I thought about how the old man had taken advantage of me, and how my dream would never come true. I was so ashamed, both for what I had tried to do and for failing at it. I tried to grab the talisman so I could throw it across the room, but when I reached to my chest, it wasn’t there. In its place was a breast.

I shot up in bed and yanked the sheets down. In the dark, I could just barely make out the shape of two large breasts on my chest. I reached to turn the light on, but my lamp wasn’t there. I fumbled in the dark and found a light switch, flipping it on and wincing at the brightness. There was blonde hair hanging in front of my face. I grabbed it and held it up. I couldn’t believe it really worked. I looked down at my body, Dawn’s body, but I couldn’t even see past her tits. They were more beautiful than I had ever imagined. I grabbed them and felt their weight. I could feel my hands on my skin as I rubbed them up and down. My fingers grazed the nipples and they firmed up. I shivered at the feeling, marveling at how sensitive they were. I pinched a nipple and heard myself moan in a breathy soprano. I sounded adorable.

I had to see more. I jumped to my feet and almost fell over, staggering to regain my balance. I wasn’t used to the center of gravity on this body. I was a foot shorter than before, with wide flaring hips and heavy boobs weighing down my torso. I took a few exploratory steps and quickly found my gait settling into a womanly sway, my hips sashaying back and forth, my shoulders upright and back. It was just as the old man had said: her instincts were becoming second nature.

I walked to the mirror and studied my reflection, my heart pounding. After all these years, I was looking at Dawn Lindsay’s naked body. It was everything I could have wanted. Her tits were huge, standing proud on her chest, topped with soft pink nipples. Her skin was flawless, covered in tiny goose pimples from the cool air. Her vagina was just how I had imagined. I reached down to stroke the hairs and felt my nipples tighten. I gingerly stretched out a finger and touched her lips. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I couldn’t believe how different this body was from my own. Every sensation was brand new. It felt real and unreal at the same time. My whole being was suffused with a feminine energy that excited me in ways I couldn’t express. It was like the arousal of being with a woman, but so much deeper. And it wasn’t just a woman; it was the girl of my dreams.

I couldn’t resist. I touched my clit, finding it swollen and sensitive. I pressed on it and a jolt of pleasure shot through my body. I slowly pushed my finger between the folds of my pussy. It felt amazing. My vagina was wet and pliable, eager to take in my finger. It even felt a little sore, but in a good way. I pushed my finger in to the second knuckle. My knees went weak and I fell to the floor, landing on my soft butt with a thud. That woke me out of my horny reverie. There was plenty of time to masturbate, but first I wanted to do some reconnaissance. Giddily, I ran to her closet and opened the doors. I saw so many outfits, most of which I knew by heart. Sexy sundresses, pretty skirts, glamorous evening wear. I felt the material, remembering the times I had seen her in them and longed to take them off. I resolved to try them all on before the night was through.

I opened her underwear drawer and my eyes goggled at the colors within. On one side were dozens of pairs of panties in cute patterns. On the right were her bras, which looked truly massive. I took one out and searched for the tag. For years, I had wondered what her bra size was, and now I knew: 34DDD. They have a third D? I grabbed the leopard-print contraption and brought it around my torso, fastening the hooks in front before turning it around and putting my arms through the straps. As I dropped my boobs into the cups and adjusted them, I marveled at how natural it felt. Dawn’s habits guided my hands, helping me put on my first bra as though I had been doing it all my life.

Just then, a bit of black lace caught my eye from the bottom of the drawer. Something in the back of my mind told me I would be interested in this, so I dug around and pulled out the skimpiest lingerie I had ever seen. My eyes almost shot out of my head. I couldn’t believe Dawn even owned something like this. I felt my pussy get wet and knew I had to wear it. Surrendering to Dawn’s instincts, I threw it on with practiced ease, tearing off her other bra and snapping all the strange connectors together in seconds flat.

When it was done, I stood in front of the mirror and gawked. I looked so hot. The entire ensemble was black. The cups were sheer lace, my hard nipples clearly visible through the material. They pushed my tits up and together, creating inches upon inches of mouth-watering cleavage. The stockings clung to my long legs all the way to my upper thighs, where garters connected the lacy material to a narrow belt around my waist. There were no panties, so my naked vagina was open to the air. As I watched, a drop of moisture collected on the lips and fell to the floor.

In all my fantasies, I had never seen Dawn like this. In my mind, she was an innocent damsel who didn’t even know the effect her perfect body had on men. But in this outfit, she looked like a wanton slut, a sexually actualized woman who knew exactly how to use her powerful feminine wiles to get what she wanted. I imagined her seducing me while wearing it, and I got even hornier. Then I imagined myself doing the seducing, and I couldn’t stand it. I realized I had started unconsciously rubbing my tits. I felt the soft flesh grow warmer under my silky bra. With a mind of its own, my right hand crept down to my pussy and started stroking my clit. I heard myself moan again.

I flopped down on the bed. I knew I was off my timetable, but it felt too good to stop. I would have time to try on outfits afterward, but at that moment, I needed to cum. I thrust my pelvis against my hand, grinding on it. I stuck one finger inside, then two, all the while rubbing my clit with my thumb. My other hand squeezed and kneaded my tit, harder than I had ever had the guts to handle a woman before. I couldn’t get enough.

My breath was fast, coming in a steady stream of moans and gasps. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d tried. I was acutely aware of the feminine shape of my body as I writhed on the bed. My pussy ached with pleasure. I pumped my fingers in and out, harder and harder. I wanted more, I couldn’t stand it. This was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, and I would do anything to feel more. I felt my first female orgasm building. My pussy was dripping all over the sheets. I was moaning so loudly, I almost didn’t hear the voice at the foot of the bed. “Someone’s up,” it said.

I shrieked and sat bolt upright, covering myself with the sheet. It was Jake Becker! He was standing by the bed, wearing only a towel around his waist. His muscular torso glinted with moisture, his huge pecs and washboard abs shining in the light. He must have been in the shower this whole time. I panicked, but quickly realized I couldn’t give anything away. “You startled me,” I said.

“Same here,” he replied with a smarmy grin. “You passed out pretty hard after that epic fuckfest. I thought you'd be out cold when I got back, but it looks like you haven’t had enough.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. He even talked like a prick to his girlfriend. But at that moment, I had to be careful. I recognized that look in his eyes; he wanted to fuck. I needed to come up with an excuse without raising his suspicions. I was still trying to think of something when he confidently strode around the bed, grabbed me by the shoulders, and kissed me.

My mouth opened in shock and he slipped his tongue between my teeth. His hand grabbed the back of my head, holding me in place while he frenched me hard. It felt like when I had made out with girls in the past, except he was the one in control, guiding me with his irresistible strength. I felt so dominated, it didn’t even occur to me to resist. Something deep within my body felt so excited to be controlled like that. I realized I was kissing him back, our tongues playing together. I grabbed his arm to push him off, but when I felt his powerful bicep in my hand, I started fondling it instead. Man, was he jacked.

He started kissing my neck and reached around my back to unclasp my bra. Suddenly, I was filled with embarrassment. Here I was, in the body of a hot chick with huge tits, and a guy I had hated for years was about to see them fully naked. What if he knew it was me? What if he laughed? What if I liked it? I felt my face flush hot as he unhooked my bra and pulled it off. He broke our kiss to study my bare chest. I saw the hunger in his eyes and looked down in shame, noticing that my nipples were standing out erect. Jake saw how embarrassed I was and took my chin in his hand. I felt tears in my eyes as I looked into his, seeing an expression of tenderness there that I hadn’t expected. “God, you’re fuckin’ cute,” he said.

He kissed me again and I melted into him. I knew I needed to break away, but I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. I felt his powerful hands grab my tits, kneading them and caressing them passionately. It felt so good, much better than when I had touched them myself. He pinched my nipples and I heard myself let out a feminine yelp. They were so sensitive, and he knew exactly how to touch them to make this body tremble with pleasure.

He broke our kiss yet again. I was ashamed to notice I pulled away only reluctantly. He left a trail of kisses down my neck and chest, heading toward my heaving bosom. Before I could prepare myself, he popped my right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and rubbing it around with his tongue while he continued to massage my left tit. He switched over, teasing my left nipple with his teeth. I was in heaven. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure. I was only vaguely aware of the loud female moans coming out of my mouth.

I needed to get in control, but Dawn’s body was overwhelming me. What was happening? Suddenly, I remembered what Jake had said. If he had just taken a shower, then Dawn had only been asleep for a few minutes when I had possessed her. If that was true, then I would be at risk of her body overwhelming my control and forcing me to give in to her desires. I would have to summon all my will to have a chance of ending this before it was too late. Jake certainly wasn’t going to stop on his own, judging from how hard his cock was in my hand.

Oh shit. Without thinking about it, I had started rubbing his dick through his towel. It felt huge in my dainty female hand, and it was only getting bigger as I kept caressing it. I was filled with a burning curiosity to see what it looked like. All I would have to do is tug on the towel, and it would be freed. My fingers started creeping toward the knot…

Just then, Jake pulled away from me. I felt humiliated as I realized what I’d been about to do, and that part of me was disappointed to lose my chance. But I didn’t have long to dwell on that. He grabbed me in his powerful arms and threw me back on the bed, spreading my legs and lowering his face to my hot, pulsating pussy. Before I knew it, he was licking my clit.

My pussy exploded with pleasure. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to get eaten out. With expert strokes, he ground his tongue along the length of my slit over and over, sticking the tip deep between my labia at the bottom before sucking on my clit at the top. I writhed and moaned on the bed, mortified at the thought of what I must look like but unable to stop. My juices leaked all over the sheets and Jake’s stupid goatee.

I thought again about how much I hated this man, but somehow that only made me hornier, to be dominated and used by someone I despised so much, totally out of control. I felt a fire growing in my belly. With horror, I realized I was heading for orgasm again. I ground my pussy against his face, desperate for the release I had been denied. The pressure in my womb kept growing, accelerating toward climax. I was so close. Nothing could stop me now.

But then Jake pulled away again. Damn it! Why did this asshole keep teasing me like this? Even as I had the thought, I realized that it was deliberate. This was exactly the kind of technique that kept girls like Dawn coming back to him despite his personality. He knew how to drive them wild with desire, so they would forgive anything just to feel that way again. Now he was doing it to me too, and the worst part was that it was working. I looked up at him with loathing, frustration and intense arousal.

I wanted to throw myself at him, to prostrate myself and beg him to get me off. I would do anything to finally cum, and looking into his eyes, I could tell he knew it. He stood up next to the bed, maintaining eye contact, and released his towel. Immediately, his rock-hard 8-inch dick sprang forward. I gasped audibly.

It was beautiful. I had never had any reaction to seeing a penis before, but with Dawn’s thoughts racing through my mind, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. My pussy started flowing again. His dick was so engorged, it was almost purple. I knew my body had caused him to react like this, and I felt a sickening sense of pride. Without thinking about what I was doing, I crawled off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him. I was running on instinct. All I knew was that I needed to learn more about this cock. Slowly, I reached up and stroked it with my fingertips. It twitched at my touch and I jumped slightly. I was terrified and fascinated at the same time. I ran my fingers along it, marveling at the heat and tautness of his skin. Inside my mind, I shouted at myself to stop, but I couldn’t. I needed to worship his penis.

“What are you waiting for?” Jake demanded. “Suck my dick, bitch!”

I couldn’t believe it. This asshole thought he could demand a blowjob and get one at will? No matter how strong Dawn’s instincts were in my mind, that was one line I would never cross. I was still a man, damn it, and a straight one. Some things are just too far.

These were the thoughts running through my head as I wrapped my lips around Jake’s cock. It took me a moment to realize what I was doing. It had felt so natural, my mouth had started sucking before my conscious mind could object. I was powerless to resist his commands. I licked the head and sucked his thick, hot shaft, teasing him like he had teased my pussy. It felt so right.

I imagined how I must look, on my knees with my big tits jiggling as I sucked on a fat cock. My pussy started getting even wetter. I hated myself, but it turned me on so much to think of what a submissive little slut I was. I was betraying everything I had ever thought about myself, all because I couldn’t resist the taste of this cock. My hand moved to my pussy and started rubbing my clit as I sucked faster, bobbing my head back and forth. Jake grunted and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me onto his shaft. Instinctively, my throat opened up, and just like that I was deepthroating him. My lips touched his pubic hair as his entire 8-inch length filled my throat. My eyes opened wide in surprise, but it didn’t hurt. It only turned me on even more.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “You’re such a good cocksucker.”

“Damn right I am,” I thought. While still rubbing my pussy, I started fondling his balls with my other hand. I wanted to please him so much. It made me so horny to service this man I hated, to be his willing cockslut. I couldn’t believe the thoughts I was having, but the rational part of my mind was quickly being drowned out by pure womanly lust. I felt so feminine and sexy as I deepthroated his cock. I teased his balls while slobbering all over his dick, desperate to bring him to climax. I could taste his precum on my tongue.

What if he came in my mouth? Would I be able to stop myself from swallowing it all? It sounded really hot, now that I thought about it. He might also want to cum on my tits, or even in my pussy. Oh god. As soon as I imagined him pumping my pussy full of cum, I realized how badly I wanted it. My cunt was aching to be filled by his cock. I needed it more than anything, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I blushed deeply at what I was about to do.

I begrudgingly pulled away from his dick, wiping the saliva and precum off my mouth, and looked up at him. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

He didn’t say anything. He just smiled that same shit-eating smirk and roughly pulled me to my feet. Spinning me around, he bent me over the bed and positioned himself behind my ass. I felt my tits crushed against the mattress as his strong hands grabbed my asscheeks. In a moment of clarity, I understood that this was my last chance to back out. If I didn’t say something now, I would have to live forever with the knowledge that I had let a man fuck me, that I had begged for it. I tried to remember who I was, but my life as a man seemed like a distant memory. I could barely imagine what it was like to have a dick, but my pussy felt so real.

I could feel the hot moisture along the full length of my vagina. I could feel the blood pulsing through my swollen clit. My whole pussy was on fire, burning with a need to be filled. On cue, I felt the head of Jake’s rock-hard dick rubbing against my labia. I tried to speak up, but I could feel my pussy opening to him. My legs spread of their own accord. I was ready, so ready. What was he waiting for?

All of a sudden, he thrust his full 8-inch length all the way into my pussy. “Oh my god!” I screamed. It was so big, and I was so full. It was a feeling I never could have imagined before. For a second I thought I was going to pass out from the sensation, so intense that it was almost painful. He slowly pulled out, and my pussy desperately grabbed his dick as tightly as possible to keep it inside. I could feel every detail of his shaft as it pulled out of me.

Then, just as his head was almost out, he shoved it all the way back inside. I gasped again. He started pumping his dick in and out of my slippery pussy, slowly and powerfully. It was amazing, like no pleasure I had ever felt. It was so fulfilling to be fucked, to have my pussy completely filled with hard cock. I felt his head bumping up against the back of my clit and I ground myself into it, sticking my ass into the air to intensify the sensation. He slapped my ass and I yelped in pleasure. He was holding me down as he pumped my pussy faster and faster. I felt so dominated, I couldn’t have stopped him if I tried.

His balls slapped against my clit as he sped up. I couldn’t focus on anything but the waves of pleasure emanating from my pussy. I heard a soprano voice moaning, and it took me a moment to register that it was mine. My swollen tits swayed back and forth, almost hitting me in the face as Jake fucked me with deep, rhythmic strokes. At the furthest point of each thrust, his dick reached a place inside my pussy that felt almost too deep. I was scared it would injure me, but it felt so good I never wanted him to stop. I realized this must be the G-spot I had heard about. I guess it is real.

I could feel my orgasm building. Jake must have sensed it too, because just as I neared the point of no return, he pulled out. My pussy gripped his dick, trying to hold him inside (I realized with shame that I was doing it on purpose), but he was too strong. His cock popped out from between my lips with a wet noise, a stream of pussy juice dripping out after it.

I looked up at him over my shoulder, my face a mixture of pain, confusion and arousal. Why had he stopped fucking me? Wasn’t I pleasing him? I tried to remember that this was a man I hated, but in the moment I only wanted to be a good slut for him, to submit to his lust and service him before taking his cum inside me. The rational part of my mind understood that he was just teasing me again, but it was working.

Just then, he grabbed me in his muscular arms and effortlessly lifted me off the bed. I let out a girlish yelp as he laid on his back and lowered me on top of him. Instinctively, I straddled him and started rubbing my pussy along his rock-hard shaft. If he wanted to tease me, I was going to show him I could return the favor. In my dazed state, so horny I could barely think, I rationalized that I was getting some sort of revenge. In reality, I was just savoring the anticipation, knowing I was driving him wild with my feminine body and making him even harder.

But as I felt his precum leak onto my slippery labia, my pussy started quivering for him. It wanted to be filled again, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Neither could Jake, it turned out. We locked eyes, and the lust in his face was so intense it looked like rage. He terrified and thrilled me. Without saying a word, he lifted my hips so he could penetrate me once again. I guided his cock into my pussy myself, and in one smooth motion he filled me all the way to the base of his shaft.

I shrieked. Somehow, he felt even bigger than he had before. Stunned, I hesitated a moment, feeling the full length of his cock stuffing me into my abdomen. He started thrusting and I melted once again. I could feel him rubbing against my clit from behind, and I leaned back to intensify the sensation, grinding on him as I rolled my body back and forth in a sinuous, feminine motion. I purred and squealed at the exquisite pleasure that coursed through me. Jake started grunting and grabbed my hips, putting his own strength into the same rhythm. I couldn’t handle it, it felt too good.

We sped up, my tits bouncing up and down more violently than ever. I screamed and writhed on his dick, trying to drive his cock as deep as possible on each thrust. Every time it hit my G-spot, I almost blacked out from the pleasure, but I couldn't get enough. I started fucking him even faster. I could feel my orgasm getting nearer, and I wasn't going to let him tease me again. If he denied me this time, I was sure I'd lose my mind. The only solution was to make him cum too, to force him to drain his balls inside me so I could finally get the release this body needed so badly.

Lucky for me, I could tell he was close. His breathing was fast, punctuated with deep animalistic grunts. We were both drenched with sweat, fucking as hard as we could to satisfy our primal need to cum. He reached up and grabbed my tits, squeezing them so hard I thought he would rip them off as he pistoned his cock into me. "What do you want, bitch?" he barked.

"I want your cum!" I screamed, too horny to be ashamed. "Give me your fucking cum! Fill my pussy! I want it so bad, Daddy!"

"Take it all, you slut!" he spat, grabbing my hips to pin me against him as he shoved his cock all the way inside. I felt it swell and twitch, followed by the indescribable sensation of hot jism shooting into my eager cunt. When I realized what was happening, that I had begged a man to cum inside me, the shame returned, pushing me over the edge.

My pussy exploded in pleasure as a massive orgasm rocked me from head to toe. All I could think about was the feeling of his cock inside me and his sperm filling me up completely. It kept coming and coming in thick spurts, each one triggering another wave of my own orgasm. I collapsed on top of him, my tits crushed against his chest and my face buried in his neck, smelling his manly sweat. I whimpered as I kept grinding on his dick, milking every last drop of cum and savoring the aftershocks in my pussy.

I laid there, nuzzling Jake fucking Becker, and began to drift off, lulled to sleep by his scent and my post-orgasmic bliss. He just laughed, smacked my ass and rolled me off him. His cum dribbled from my pussy onto the sheets.

"Damn girl," I heard him say from a million miles away, "You've never been that slutty for me before. I'm gonna make you call me Daddy every time." I smiled…

I woke up with the worst hangover of my life. My head was killing me, and so was my hand. I realized I was still holding the amulet in a white-knuckled grip. I had to use my other hand to pry it out. I was lying on my back in my own bed, covered in a cold sweat, my dick limpening against my thigh. Cum was splattered in a line all the way up my torso. I groaned and wiped it off with an old t-shirt.

I got shakily to my feet and stumbled to the mirror. My skin was clammy and my eyes were beet red, but worst of all, it took me a minute to recognize my own face. Who was this stranger with the haunted eyes and a dollop of jizz on his chin? I gave my reflection a contemptuous glare.

"Never again," I said, wiping the cum off with a finger.

And then, before I could stop myself, I popped it in my mouth.

Fertility House
by Ighten

Chapter 1: The Spell

It was Saturday night, and the mood around the frat house was sour. Once again, the "rager" of a party they had planned was a bust. Despite spreading the word all over campus, not a single girl had shown up. A handful of dudes from other frats had come earlier in the night, but once they had seen the sausage-fest in progress, they had quickly left. Now, three dozen Chi brothers were sitting around the house in sullen silence, drinking out of boredom and wondering how they had gotten stuck in the worst fraternity on campus.

In the past, Chi Chi had been more popular, but a series of hazing scandals and a general atmosphere of toxic masculinity had ruined its reputation. Times had changed, and the frat's sexism and homophobia were no longer tolerated among the student body. In truth, only about half of the chapter were actually bigots. Unfortunately, that half included all of the chapter's leadership. As a result, the brothers who disagreed kept their reservations to themselves, and nothing changed.

Even now, when anyone could see the need to change, the members with the power to do so were determined to learn the wrong lessons. Schmitty, the chapter president, was standing in the middle of the lounge, ranting at the top of his lungs to the entire house. "It's all because of this PC bullshit," he spat. "Buncha stuck-up prudes! The media has them thinking they're better than us. And it gets to the girls worst of all. Frigid bitches!" Half of the brothers in the room grunted in agreement, while the others looked away uncomfortably.

"We've got to remind everyone who we are!" Schmitty continued, "When's the last time this chapter pulled off a panty raid? We haven't pranked anyone yet this year. What kind of frat is this?!"

"Speak for yourself," said Dirtbag Dan, rolling a joint on a tray from the campus cafeteria.

"Kleptomania doesn't count as a prank," said Blaine. "Do you think the staff even cares about you walking out with a plastic tray?"

"That's nothing," said Dan. "Check this shit out." He reached into his backpack and pulled out a weathered clay tablet. A few of the brothers looked up from their red Solo cups in mild interest.

"What's that?" asked Francis.

"Fuck if I know," said Dan. "But it wasn't easy to get. I broke into the basement of the anthropology building and picked the lock on a filing cabinet. Now THAT'S a prank."

"Yo William!" yelled Francis. "Check this out."

From a folding chair in the far corner of the room, a short, unassuming pledge stood and walked over. William had only recently moved into Chi house, and he had regretted it immediately. Quiet, studious and shy, he was the opposite of a Chi man. But now that he was associated with the notorious frat, he had little hope of being accepted anywhere else on campus. He was, however, an anthropology major, and he immediately recognized the object in Dirtbag Dan's hand. His jaw dropped.

"Whoa! That's a cuneiform tablet. It's the writing system they used in ancient Mesopotamia. This thing could be thousands of years old. It's an important artifact."

Dan grinned. "See? I told you losers it was a good prank." He struck a match on the tablet and lit his joint. Seeing William wince, Francis snatched the tablet from Dan and studied the tiny wedge-shaped markings all over it.

"I can't believe these are letters," he said, handing it to William. "What does it say?"

"I can't read it. But I have a book that could help." Grateful to Francis for giving him a chance to escape the miserable party, William ran upstairs with the tablet and buried himself in research. He quickly fell into a groove. Within an hour, he had deciphered the entire text and written the English translation on a piece of paper. What he discovered was so incredible, he ran back downstairs to tell the others.

Back in the lounge, William stumbled onto a scene that was even more uncomfortable than the one he had left. The drinking had accelerated, and the conversation had stopped entirely. The bulk of the brothers were sitting around the TV, half-watching MMA while pounding beers joylessly. William sensed that most of them wouldn't be interested in a translation of ancient Sumerian, so he brought the tablet to Francis.

"This is crazy," he whispered. "It's an ancient piece of occult lore. I've never seen anything like it." Francis looked impressed, or maybe he was just humoring William. Either way, he didn't have a chance to respond. Schmitty appeared, looming over them.

"What are you queers talking about?" he growled.

Francis, an upperclassman and one of the few brothers who wasn't intimidated by Schmitty, answered him calmly. "William translated Dan's tablet. He says it's some sick black magic shit."

"Oh really? Care to share it with the class, you little fuckin' dork?"

Trying to emulate Francis's confidence, William stood and addressed the room. "As far as I can tell, it's a divine invocation. A prayer." He looked around at a sea of blank, drunken stares, and realized he would have to dumb it down. "Like a magic spell."

"To do what?" asked Blaine.

William thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully before answering. "To get girls." That got the room's attention.

"Now you're fuckin' talking," said Dirtbag Dan.

"Go on," barked Schmitty.

All eyes were on William. "The first part is a story. It talks about an ancient Sumerian village where all the women were stolen by a neighboring tribe. The remaining men thought they were going to die out, so they prayed to their fertility goddess, Inanna. She heard them, and blessed their village with a supply of young, nubile women. She also filled all the men and women with the divine fire of desire, so they would repopulate as soon as possible. The last part of the tablet is the prayer itself, but I can't read that. I can transliterate the syllables, but it seems to be written in an even older, lost language."

The brothers of Chi house sat in stunned silence, mulling over William's words in their beer-addled minds. Dirtbag Dan was the first to speak up.

"Holy shit! That's hot! We need to get in on that."

Schmitty nodded in agreement. "Yes we do. William, how do we do the spell? Do we need candles or a ouija board or any of that fruity shit?"

At first, William thought Schmitty was mocking him, but the look on his face confirmed he was serious. "Wait, really? I mean, we'd just have to all say the words in unison. But this isn't real. It's just ancient folklore."

"Who gives a shit? I'm tired of blue balls, and I'll try anything. We're doing it."

"Should we put it to a vote?" asked Francis.

"No!" shouted Schmitty. "I'm chapter president, and I've made up my mind." He snatched the paper from William and studied it. "The spell is this gibberish at the bottom?"

William nodded. Summoning all his courage, he looked Schmitty straight in the eye and spoke loudly enough for the whole room to hear. "I won't take part in this."

"Then you're out of Chi. Go upstairs and pack your shit."

William looked around to see if any of the brothers would stand up for him. None of them would even meet his eyes. He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. Before he could add to his humiliation by crying, he walked straight upstairs without another word.

Once William was gone, the mood in the room became more tense and bitter than ever, but Schmitty didn't notice. He looked around the room with a sadistic glint in his eye. "Anybody else want to move out tonight?" Nobody made a sound. "Then look at this thing and repeat after me." He held the tablet high in the air and began reading from the sheet of paper in his other hand.

After he struggled through each line of the strange syllables William had written, every brother in the room would repeat them in unison. It was a bizarre scene, but after the first few lines, they all found themselves strangely compelled to continue. It was as if the words came from their mouths on their own. An electric energy ran through all of them, and a heavy, foreboding air fell over the room. The sound of their monotone chanting hypnotized everyone.

Due to the length of the spell and Schmitty's poor reading skills, it took them ten full minutes to get through it all. By the time they were finished, everyone could feel the charge in the air. Schmitty lowered the tablet, signaling that the deed was done. They all waited in silence with bated breath, wondering if anything would happen. But it didn't. The heavy cloud over the room seemed to lift, and they all suddenly felt very silly for getting carried away.

Schmitty couldn't hide his disappointment. He chucked the tablet at Dirtbag Dan, mumbled "Great prank, fucker," and left the room. An uneasy hubbub broke out as the brothers tried to fill the awkward silence with forced conversation. Realizing the party was well and truly done, most of them grabbed drinks and scattered back to their own rooms, or anywhere in the house that wasn't the lounge. Only a handful remained, sitting around the TV and watching the long-forgotten MMA match. Dan sat on the comfiest couch next to Francis and re-lit his joint, which had fizzled out. He put the tablet back in his backpack, not noticing that the clay had become slightly warm to the touch.

Chapter 2: The Bra

After the spell debacle, Blaine went back to his room. He really needed to get out of Chi; it was bad enough to be stuck in a house full of guys on Saturday night, but now they were getting into gay magic shit. He tried to forget the breathless awe he had felt while reciting the spell. Was this a frat or a girls' slumber party? He looked around his room; he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a girl in here.

Something caught his eye from under his bed. He reached down and pulled out a white lace bra. A reminder of better times. He wondered who it had belonged to. Was it one of his former conquests, or someone his roommate Chad had hooked up with? He looked at the tag: 34DD. Damn. He definitely hoped it was one of his. He tried to remember his last handful of hookups, and if any of those girls had huge boobs. The answer was lost in a haze of drunken memories.

Blaine rubbed the delicate lace, noticing for the first time how nice it felt on his fingers. He wondered if girls ever got turned on by wearing something like this. It probably felt empowering to have your big tits pushed up in front of you, showing everyone you passed a healthy dose of cleavage. The chant from earlier seemed to ring in his ears, clouding his mind. He had a sudden impulse to try on the bra. He was starting to pull it over one shoulder before he realized what he was doing. He recoiled in disgust and threw it back on the floor. He really, really needed to get out of Chi.

He opened his laptop and pulled up some of the most hardcore, degrading porn he could find. Holding the bra had turned him on, and he needed to burn off some steam in the most hetero way he could imagine. He stuck his hand down his shorts as he watched, quickly losing himself in the action.

The girl on the screen was being manhandled like a piece of meat, which fascinated Blaine. He tried to imagine himself as the dude in the scene, fucking that busty slut as hard as he pleased. But somehow, the fantasy felt flat. Instead, he kept being distracted by the look on the girl's face. She seemed so fulfilled to be dominated like that. For the first time in Blaine's life, he wondered what that would feel like.

The man pulled the woman's hair, and Blaine felt a tickle on his own scalp. When her ass was slapped to the point of being red, Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat. When her large breasts were yanked out of the cups of her bra, Blaine's breath caught in his throat. The man kneaded and slapped her tits with force, making both her and Blaine moan. Then he pinched her nipples hard, and Blaine felt an itch in his own chest. He reached up to rub it, and the sensation of touching his nipples sent sparks through his body. He had never experienced this sensation before, and despite his shame, he was powerless to resist it. He pulled his hand out of his pants, ripped off his t-shirt, and started pinching his own nipples, moaning loudly as he did.

His dick was rock-hard in his shorts, and even though he wasn't touching it, he could feel an orgasm building as he kept playing with his nipples. He was filled with shame and confusion, but he couldn't resist the pleasure radiating from his chest. His nipples were so sensitive, they seemed to be getting inflamed from his touch. They looked bigger and perkier than before, a realization which only increased his arousal.

Suddenly, he heard his roommate Chad fumbling at the door. Leaping to his feet, he ran over and threw his weight against it. "Don't come in!" he blurted out, sounding more hysterical than he intended. "I'm… changing!" He heard Chad snicker at him from the other side.

"I need my phone," Chad said. "Let me grab it and then you can go back to jerking off."

Blaine felt himself blush. Normally, the two roommates had a very cavalier attitude about masturbation, but the knowledge of what he had been doing turned his embarrassment into sheer panic. "One sec!" he cried. He looked down and saw his nipples sticking far out from his chest, bright red and swollen. He threw on his t-shirt, but it barely hid anything. His nipples poked through the thin material like it was nothing. "Shit shit shit," he whispered, scanning the room for something more substantial to cover himself.

His eyes glazed over his bathrobe hanging on the wall, the thick comforter on his bed, and his dresser full of hoodies and sweaters. Then he noticed the bra on the floor. Without time to think, he ripped off his shirt and picked up the frilly garment. Holding it in front of his twitching chest, he put his arms through the straps, reached around and hooked it behind him. The feeling of the silky material on his chest made him shiver, but he tried to ignore it as he pulled on his t-shirt and ran back to his bed. He sat cross-legged on the mattress and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His voice cracked as he called through the door. "You can come in."

Chad opened the door, smirking. "Took you long enough. Did you make me wait for you to cum?" His smile vanished when he noticed Blaine's computer, which was still playing porn at full volume. "You didn't feel the need to turn that off?" Blaine had totally forgotten about the video. Blushing again, he jumped up and ran over to slam the laptop shut. When he turned back to Chad, he noticed his roommate was eyeing him skeptically.

"Dude, are you wearing a bra?" Blaine's stomach dropped. He looked down at himself, realizing for the first time that the lace material was clearly visible through his thin t-shirt. The straps showed over his shoulders, the empty DD cups tented out the front, and worst of all, his erect nipples were still poking through. They seemed to get even bigger as both he and Chad stared at them, dumfounded. Both roommates met each other's eyes. "I gotta get out of the fucking house," Chad mumbled, grabbing his phone and heading for the door.

"Fuck you, asshole!" spat Blaine, trying to hide his humiliation under anger. "You're the one who's got a fucking hard-on! What are you, gay?" As he spoke the words, he realized his eyes were fixed on Chad's crotch, where a telltale bulge was sprouting. "Fuck!" exclaimed Chad, fumbling to tuck his dick down. "This has nothing to do with you. I'm just backed up because we never get laid around here."

"I'm backed up too, dick. We all are. So maybe don't judge what other people do in private until you take a hard look at yourself." Chad looked back at him, his expression softening. He had always been more open-minded than Blaine. They shared a strangely intense moment of eye contact.

"You're right, dude," said Chad. "This is a weird night. We're all feeling it." Blaine nodded. He was feeling a million emotions at once, all of them at full strength. His eyes returned to the lump in Chad's pants, then back to his own body. In addition to his protruding nipples, he had an erection of his own. What was going on?

Chad gestured to Blaine's chest. "So you're into this stuff?"

"No! I mean, not before. I was just jerking off and I had a weird impulse."

Chad hesitated before speaking, visibly uncomfortable. "Can I see?"

"What?!"

"Just out of curiosity. If we're going to live together, I should know about this stuff."

Blaine couldn't deny the logic in that. Blushing scarlet, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his bony torso, clad in a white lace bra. He saw Chad's eyes lock onto his swollen nipples, and he felt them tingle. Barely aware of what he was doing, he reached up and gave them a gentle rub through the lace.

"I don't know whose bra this is," he said softly. "It's big. Too big for me."

"It looks… good."

"Dude, what the fuck?!"

"Sorry, I don't know why I said that. It just kinda… suits you."

"Seriously, knock it off. It definitely does not suit me. I just told you, it's way too big."

"I don't know. You're filling it out a little."

"Don't make fun of me like…" Blaine's words were cut short by the feeling of motion on his chest. He looked down in shock. Chad was right. In addition to his pert nipples poking through the fabric, the cups now looked a little less empty. He could see a small lump on soft tissue tenting out each one. Hypnotized, he reached up and grabbed them with both hands. The sensation made him gasp with shock and pleasure. Instead of his firm pecs, he felt two small breasts on his chest, and they responded to his touch with alarming sensitivity.

He looked up and saw Chad watching him with fascination, the bulge in his pants bigger than ever. "What's going on?" Blaine asked him beseechingly.

"They're getting bigger," Chad said in a low voice. "Look." Blaine forced himself to remove his hands from his chest. His new breasts bounced as he released them, filling more of his bra than before.

"They get bigger when I touch them?" he asked incredulously. He was so confused, but something about this surreal situation turned him on like never before. Without thinking, he gave his nipples another tweak. The feeling made him let out a strangely high-pitched moan, and his breasts visibly swelled again as they both watched. "I don't understand! I don't want titties!"

He struggled to think clearly. "Maybe they'll shrink if someone else touches them." Yes, that was the most logical answer. Chad's eyes opened wide.

"I can try…"

Too horny and embarrassed to speak, Blaine lowered his arms and stood passively. Chad swallowed and stepped forward, reaching up with shaking hands. He hovered them over the cups on Blaine's chest. "You're sure?" he asked. Blaine bit his lip and nodded. Chad gently grabbed Blaine's small breasts with both hands, giving them a tentative squeeze. Blaine moaned again, his sensitive flesh responding immediately to the touch of Chad's strong hands. Chad took that as an invitation to continue, softly but eagerly massaging Blaine's modest mounds.

Blaine threw back his head and shut his eyes, losing himself in the feeling. He couldn't believe what was happening, but it felt too good to resist. His nipples sent electric sparks running through his body. They tickled his brain, made his stomach churn, and filled his groin with a strange heat he had never known before. He remembered the porn on his screen, the busty woman mewling in pleasure as a man roughly pawed at her tits while sticking his thick cock into her hot, wet pussy. He felt an emptiness between his legs that could not be denied.

"They're huge," he heard Chad say. That snapped him out of his trance. He stepped back from Chad's eager hands, feeling his breasts bounce and shift on his chest as he moved. Looking down, he saw that they were now much larger, and had taken on a distinctive teardrop shape. But they were still too small for his bra. He was horrified at what was happening to him; even more so because it made him so horny. He suddenly remembered the spell, realization dawning on him. But that was impossible, right?

"We should stop," he said to Chad. "This is wrong."

"It doesn't feel wrong," said Chad, stepping forward to close the distance between them. "I don't know what's going on, but it feels right to me. You feel it too, don't you?"

Blaine looked into his eyes. They were only inches apart, although Blaine had to look up to meet Chad's gaze. Didn't they used to be the same height? Chad suddenly terrified him; he seemed so big and strong, and the intensity in his eyes made Blaine's knees weak. Was he always so handsome? Blaine looked down, afraid of what Chad was making him feel. He saw his breasts rising and falling with his heavy breathing, his nipples poking obscenely through the material.

He wanted them to be even bigger, so big they filled his DD bra until it burst. He wanted them to drive Chad wild with lust. He wanted Chad to rip off his bra, kneading and sucking on them while stroking his hard dick. He wanted Chad to stick his cock down his throat and fill his belly with hot cum. He imagined a pussy between his legs, with Chad pounding away at it from every angle, making Blaine beg for him to explode inside his eager womb. He could feel hot liquid trickling down his thighs. Unable to stop himself, he took Chad's hands in his own, noticing with wonder that his fingers looked small and dainty in comparison. He placed Chad's hands on his breasts.

"Don't tell anyone about this," he whispered, looking back up into Chad's eyes. Instead of answering, Chad kissed him.

Chapter 3: The Smoke Sesh

Back in the lounge, the mood had lightened somewhat, thanks to Dirtbag Dan's giant bag of weed. He rolled joint after joint, circulating them around the small group who were still watching MMA. He rolled another, taking a massive hit and passing it to Francis on his right. In front of the TV, three couches were arranged in a semicircle. CJ had the rightmost couch to himself, and he was taking advantage by stretching out across the whole thing. Francis and Dan were next to him on the central couch, while Louis and Trey occupied the couch on the left. Francis puffed at the joint and passed it to CJ, rolling his eyes at the motley crew of stoned Chi brothers all melting into their seats.

Dan, who had smoked the most, seemed especially relaxed. He laid back, sinking into the soft material and only moving when the joint came back his way. He had a goony smile on his face that was so ridiculous, Francis had to take a picture of it. Dan heard the shutter noise on Francis's phone and looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Whut?" he mumbled.

Francis chuckled and showed him the picture. "Dude, look at yourself. You're so high. You look insane."

"Fuck you, I look cute. Why are you so obsessed with me? Fuckin' queer." He passed the joint back, then reached down and flicked Francis's balls through his pants. Francis doubled over, pushing away Dan's hand.

"Knock it off, asshole!"

Dan just giggled. "Aww, did I hurt your dick? Looking for someone to kiss it and make it better?" He mimed a blowjob, making the others around the TV snicker. "You're so gay."

Francis passed the joint to CJ, who took four deep hits before slowly rising to his feet to pass it to Trey on the far couch. Trey was barely conscious, and moved in slow motion as he accepted it and took a puff. "This is good shit," he mumbled, digging himself even deeper into the couch. "My body feels amazing."

"Fuck yeah," said Dan. "OG Kush. This is the ultimate body high. It makes you feel every nerve. Great for fucking, too." He turned to Francis. "But don't get any ideas."

"Fuck off," said Francis.

"Dude, relax. I'm just messing with you." He placed his hand tenderly on Francis's cheek. Francis just stared in shock, too surprised to even push him away. Dan looked back into his eyes and slowly withdrew his hand, a soft smile on his lips. Francis looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but they were all stoned into oblivion. Louis took one last puff on the joint and tossed the spent roach into an ashtray on the coffee table.

"You killed that shit already?" Dan asked, lurching upright. He took a moment to scratch his scalp under the beanie hat he always wore. Then he reached back into his bag, oblivious to the gentle glow coming off the clay tablet, and pulled out an enormous glass bong. He filled the tank from a water bottle on the table, packed it full of OG Kush, and picked up a lighter. "Let's really get this night started," he said, bringing the mouthpiece to his lips.

Francis stared at Dan as he ripped the bong. His lips seemed fuller and deeper in color than before, and the sight of them wrapped around the thick bong made Francis deeply uncomfortable. Still, he found himself unable to look away. Dan slowly drained the smoke from the chamber before finally removing his plump lips from the tip. A thin strand of saliva still connected them as he pulled away.

He handed the bong to Francis, letting their fingertips touch for a moment before releasing it. This was really weirding Francis out, but nobody else seemed to notice, and he was too embarrassed to say anything. Why was Dan flirting with him? And why was he enjoying it?

Francis took a modest hit and handed the bong to CJ. He felt a tap on his shoulder from the other side, and looked back just in time for Dan to exhale an enormous cloud directly into his face from inches away. Francis coughed and waved the smoke away, while Dan just giggled. He flopped back on the couch, wriggling back and forth where he sat and reveling in the sensations.

"Fuck! This is so good," moaned Dan. "Mmmmmm, my body…" He ran his hands up his sides. When the bong made its way back to him, he took a long, sensuous hit. He locked eyes with Francis as his plump lips pulsated on the glass rod. Francis was disgusted by this display, but he couldn't look away. He realized with horror that he was getting hard. When Dan handed him the bong, he passed it straight to CJ without hitting it again. Whatever was in this shit, he had had enough.

The air in the room felt warm and heavy, thick with secondhand smoke. It weighed them all down, clouding their minds and making them even more aware of their bodies. Francis knew he should leave, but he didn't have the strength to stand. What's more, the otherworldly feeling in the air was strangely pleasant, and the more time passed, the more he found himself giving in to it. His skin felt electric. He was as warm and cozy on the couch as if he were snuggled up by a roaring fire in a romantic cabin. All he was missing was a girl to cuddle with.

Suddenly, he felt a weight against his body. Looking over, he was horrified to realize that Dirtbag Dan had flopped onto his side and was leaning against Francis with his full torso. His eyes were closed, with that same dreamy smile playing on his sensuous lips.

"Dude, wake up!" mumbled Francis, fighting the fog in his mind. "You're on me. Wake up!"

"I'm not asleep…" murmured Dan. "It's so cozy…"

Francis tried to push him off, but Dan clung to him like a Koala on a branch. "Seriously Dan, get off. This is too weird."

Dan's eyes fluttered open, displaying luscious lashes that Francis had never noticed before. "Stay still, silly. I'm trying to get comfy. What are you so scared of? You really are gay."

"Yeah, you need to relax, Francis," came Trey's voice from the right. "You're harshing our vibe." Francis looked over. Trey was lying on the couch with his head in Louis's lap. Louis was looking down at him tenderly. His right hand gently stroked Trey's hair, which seemed longer than before. He looked up, saw Francis's expression of shock, and yanked his hand away. He was clearly embarrassed, but he made no effort to remove Trey's head from his lap. He just looked at Francis and shrugged in utter confusion.

"You're acting like you've never smoked before," teased Dan, wrapping his arm around Francis. "Major party foul. You're just lucky you smell so good." He nuzzled his face against Francis's neck, taking a deep whiff and moaning slightly. Francis shuddered. Why did this feel so pleasurable? Dan gave him a tiny kiss on the neck, and instead of cursing at him, Francis let out a deep moan of his own.

"CJ, you gotta try this. He smells so dank." Francis looked over at CJ on the next couch. The bong, still smoking, was sitting forgotten by his side. He had reoriented himself to face Dan and Francis, and he was watching their every movement, his face flushed. He had one hand up his tank top, playing with a nipple, and his other hand was down his pants. CJ was the fitness nut of the chapter, and his muscular body looked ridiculous in such a feminine pose. When he saw them watching him, he blushed a deep red and pulled his hands away from his body, evidently with some effort.

"I'm not going to smell him, you freak!" he tried to yell, but his voice came out small and breathy, like a little bird. "You weirdos just leave me alone."

"Dude, were you jerking off?" Francis asked, more out of concern than anger. Something weird was happening to all of them, and he was the only one who could stop it. He was the only one left with self-control.

The shame in CJ's face was adorable. "No… I… I… I just had an itch. Don't you dare judge me, you're the one hooking up with a guy!"

"We're not hooking up," Francis insisted. Dan had wrapped himself around his body, and was planting gentle kisses up and down the side of his neck. "Dan, tell him we're not hooking up. It's just the weed." Dan looked up at him with doelike eyes. Was Francis losing his mind, or was Dan's face different? His chin seemed much softer, his nose was cute and upturned, and his stubble had been replaced by baby-smooth skin with a warm glow. A hint of curly black hair was poking out from beneath his beanie.

"Yeah, it's the weed. CJ, just relax. You too, baby." Before Francis could react, Dan planted a soft kiss on his lips. Francis's mouth opened in shock, and Dan took the opportunity to slip his tongue between Francis's teeth. The feeling of Dan's soft lips was heavenly, and without thinking, Francis began kissing him back, wrapping his arms around Dan's slender body. He felt Dan's hand snaking under his shirt to feel his abs. Francis ran his fingers through the curly hair falling around Dan's neck. He was so horny he couldn't stand it.

Suddenly, he felt Dan's hand move from his chest to his crotch. His breath caught as Dan's fingers started rubbing his rock-hard dick through his pants. He had never felt so ready to fuck. He kissed Dan passionately, arching his pelvis into the air. "Oh Francis," moaned Dan. "Oh Dan," moaned Francis. As soon as he said the name, he came to his senses. His eyes jerked open, seeing the feminine face of Dan pressed against his. He let out a yelp of panic and tried to push him away. But when he pressed his hand against Dan's chest, he felt something large and squishy in the way.

"What the fuck is that?" he said. Dan smiled at him, pushing himself upright on the couch. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly lifted it over his head. As he did, two enormous breasts bounced into view. Francis's jaw dropped. Topless, Dan looked completely like a woman, with long dark curls flowing from under his hat, a beautiful face, and the most perfect tits Francis had ever seen. He cradled them in his hands, leaning forward to show them off. "I told you this was good shit," he said.

"What's going on?" said Francis, shaking his head to wake up from this bizarre dream. "Was it that spell?"

"Who fuckin' cares," said Dan. "I'm so horny, baby. Touch my tits."

"I… shouldn't…"

Dan took Francis's hands and placed them on his massive mounds. Francis groaned, amazed at their weight and warmth. There was no prank here; these were real boobs. He knew it was wrong, but he might never get a chance to touch another pair like these. He gave them a firm squeeze, which made Dan squeal with pleasure. Francis felt the nipples harden in his hands. Dan placed a hand on the back of Francis's head, guiding him to his chest. Unable to resist any longer, Francis took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking.

Chapter 4: The Hazing

In the chapter house's dank basement, a group of particularly unpleasant upperclassmen had decided to channel their frustration into something constructive: a good old-fashioned hazing. They had grabbed Alec, the smallest and most timid pledge in the house, put a bag over his head, and pulled him downstairs. Rick, Dale and Hank stood around him, shouting abuse in his face and laughing as they watched him tremble.

"You really think you have what it takes to be a Chi, wimp? Look at you, you're pissing your pants!"

Alec kept silent, praying that he wouldn't wet his pants for real.

"Chi is a house for men, not little girls!"

"A Chi man needs to be able to fight, to fuck, and to make bitches cum! Can you do that?" They heard Alec mumble under the bag on his head. "What was that, pledge?"

"Yes, I can do that," piped Alec. They laughed heartily.

"Yeah right, a twig like you?! Do you even have a dick under there?"

"Two inches if he's lucky."

"I think he's just blank like an action figure."

"Should we find out?"

Alec shook harder than ever, silently praying that they wouldn't strip him. He couldn't let them see him naked; it was his greatest fear. He knew that if they found out about his secret, he would never stop being tormented about it.

"Good idea!"

Alec felt hands all over him, pulling at his clothes. He thought he was going to be sick. The hands roughly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and revealing his scrawny, boyish torso. They undid his belt and whipped it off. They yanked off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them from his legs. Now he was naked except for the bag on his head and the briefs around his pelvis. He held his hands in front of his groin, hoping against all logic that the bullies would stop.

The upperclassmen studied Alec's skinny body, laughing at each other. "Look," taunted Rick, "He's trying to hide his little dick."

"He's ashamed for us to see it," said Dale.

"Too bad for him," said Hank. "Should I do the honors?"

Alec felt a pair of hands grab his tighty-whities. "Three… two… one!" The underwear was suddenly yanked down his legs, accompanied by raucous laughter. "No hiding, pledge!" laughed Hank, pulling Alec's hand from his groin. Alec waited for the laughter to return, but he heard only silence.

Rick, Dale and Hank stood in shock, staring at Alec's penis. It was enormous. Even totally flaccid, it dwarfed all of theirs. They couldn't take their eyes off it. They were speechless. How were they supposed to haze this freshman when he was making them feel like inferior male specimens?

Rick swallowed. This dick was bigger than anything he had seen in porn. He wondered what it would look like when it was hard.

Dale rubbed his thighs nervously. The sight of Alec's penis made him feel strange. Goosebumps were rising all over his body. He licked his lips unconsciously.

Hank, who was still kneeling in front of Alec, couldn't take his eyes off it. "Holy shit," he murmured in a trance. "It's beautiful."

"Please don't make fun of me," whimpered Alec. "It's always been like that, I can't help it." Hank reached up and gave it a gentle rub, which made Alec flinch. He stood and faced his friends.

"What do we do?" he asked.

"I don't know," said Rick with a shrug. "Suck it?"

"What the fuck?!" exclaimed Dale and Hank in unison.

"No wait, that's not what I meant. I just meant that a girl would probably love sucking it. But we shouldn't."

"Right, that would be gay. We're supposed to be hazing him, not giving him a blowjob."

"Should we suck it just a little, though?" asked Dale. "To see how big it gets when it's hard?" Rick and Hank nodded in agreement, then realized what they were saying.

"What the fuck is going on?" said Hank. "Why can't I stop thinking about wrapping my lips around that fat cock?"

"Speak for yourself, queer," said Rick. "I'm thinking about that cock fucking my pussy."

"You don't have a pussy, moron."

"Oh yeah? Then what's this?" Rick pulled down his pants, revealing a soaking-wet vagina between his legs, nestled under a light dusting of pubic hair. All three looked at it and screamed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck no!" wailed Rick. "Where's my dick?"

"We should get away from him," Dale said to Hank. "He might be contagious. Rick's turning into a girl and he wants to take us with him!"

"As if, you slut!" Rick was fingering his brand-new pussy, his panic forgotten. "I want that yummy cock all to myself."

"Well, you'll have to compete with these," said Dale, ripping open his shirt. As he did, a pair of enormous breasts burst from his chest. He let out a guttural moan, the noise transitioning into a feminine squeak halfway through. He started groping them where he stood, taunting the others. "Jealous?"

"You seriously think I'd be jealous of you growing tits? I'm a dude!" said Hank, staring at Dale's bouncing chest. "Besides, I've always been an ass man."

"Then prove it," said Rick, giving Hank a sharp slap on the ass. Hank squealed as his butt jiggled from the impact like a bowl full of jelly. His pants fell to the ground of their own accord, revealing an incredibly round, perfectly pert, girlish ass jutting out from his backside. His hips were wide, leading to a shapely pair of female legs. However, he still had a small, rock-hard penis projecting from the front of his feminine crotch. Rick and Dale both pointed at it and laughed.

"Look at that tiny little thing!" said Rick, giggling like a schoolgirl, "I wouldn't suck that if you paid me!"

Hank blushed bright red. "Shut up! You think you're so hot just because you have a pussy. I bet I could catch more dick in this tight asshole than your nasty snatch ever could." As if to prove his point, he reached back, parted his rotund asscheeks, and stuck a finger into his anus.

Dale shook his head in disgust. "Don't finger your asshole! That's so gay."

With the free hand that wasn't playing with his ass, Hank reached over and gave one of Dale's swollen nipples a cruel twist.

"Ow! You bitch!" Dale lunged at Hank, and in an instant, they were pulling each other's hair and wrestling each other to the ground. Hank, who had wrestled in high school and wasn't encumbered by F-cup tits, managed to pin Dale. Then, just as suddenly as they had begun fighting, they started making out on the cold basement floor, moaning and rubbing each other's bodies. Rick watched, one hand rubbing his clit and the other playing with his hairy male nipples.

As he watched, Hank and Dale began changing again. They were so lost in the throes of passion, they took no notice, but Rick could clearly see their hair growing longer and their bodies shrinking. Without breaking their kiss, they stripped each other of their clothes, allowing Rick to observe every detail of their transformation. As he watched their limbs soften and their body hair disappear, he stuck two fingers inside himself. He was filled with shame at how horny it made him to watch his two best bros turn into girls in the middle of a same-sex makeout session.

Dale managed to get on top. He pinned Hank to the ground and began licking his nipples. As soon as he did, they became perkier and swelled between his lips. As Rick watched, two small breasts appeared on Hank's chest and began growing at a rapid pace. Within moments, Dale was playing with a perfect set of C-cup tits. They were nowhere near as big as his own, but that didn't bother him. He kneaded the soft flesh and nibbled the pert nipples with voracious enthusiasm, and Hank's moans indicated he was enjoying it just as much.

Hank ground his bubble butt against the floor, his tiny dick sticking straight up into the air and rubbing against Dale's own erection. Dale finally released Hank's breasts and started kissing him again. They pressed the full lengths of their androgynous bodies against each other, moaning as they ground their cocks together. Rick watched the whole thing, so horny he could scarcely breathe. As their dicks made contact, they seemed to whittle each other away like twigs. After only seconds, their penises had been reduced to nothing, replaced by two perfect pussies that gyrated against each other, spilling love juice all over the basement floor.

As if they were thinking with one mind, the two boys stuck their fingers into each other's brand-new pussies at the same moment, their licks locked in a passionate kiss. They came together in a massive shared orgasm, squirting clear fluid across the room as they screamed and writhed over each other's bodies. Rick couldn't tell if they were both squirting or just one; all he knew was that he was about to join them. The sight and smell of their female juices sent him over the edge. He stuck four fingers as deep inside himself as he could, gasping for breath as a powerful, if less messy, female orgasm rocked his body from head to toe.

It was minutes before the last aftershocks had subsided. Hank and Dale slowly rose to their feet, now entirely female. They were both unbelievably curvy, although Dale still had the advantage in the tits department, while Hank's massive round ass set him apart. They steadied themselves, adjusting to their new centers of gravity and wobbling on their shaky legs. Rick couldn't believe what he was seeing. His two best buddies had just turned into babes, engaged in the hottest lesbian sex he had ever seen, and given each other squirting orgasms right before his eyes. He would never be able to look at them the same way again.

"Holy shit," said Dale, noticing Rick for the first time in minutes. "Rick, you turned into a girl."

"What are you talking about! You're the ones who turned into girls." But even as he denied it, he knew it was true. Just like the others, he had been so engrossed in the pleasure, he was oblivious to his own transformation. Dale and Hank, who had each lost a significant amount of height, now towered over Rick. Every part of his body felt different than before in a way that thrilled and terrified him.

If he had any hope of staying in denial, it was quickly dashed. Dale and Hank sauntered over to him and stripped off his remaining male clothes over his meek, half-hearted protests. When he was naked, they circled around him, studying every inch of his body. He was 100% a girl, and while the two of them had become voluptuous, Rick was irresistibly petite. He was so short and slender, he couldn't have weighed more than 100 lbs. His chest bore a pair of tiny, pert breasts, each one topped with an obscenely erect nipple. They were so sensitive, the chill breeze in the basement sent shivers down his spine and made his vagina tingle.

His butt was small, but incredibly tight and just as round as Hank's. His face was adorable, with huge eyes, rosy cheeks, and a button nose. He had silky-smooth blonde hair running all the way down his back and grazing the tops of his asscheeks. Even though he couldn't see himself, the looks on his friends' faces told him just how innocent and nubile he appeared. The women in front of him, the room around him, and the world itself seemed so much bigger than before. He felt so tiny, weak, and vulnerable, he wanted to cry. And worst of all, it was making him horny all over again.

Even Alec towered over him. He noticed the freshman boy standing totally forgotten in the corner, still naked except for a bag on his head. Hank and Dale noticed him too, then all of their eyes dropped to the large, flaccid penis hanging between his legs. The three girls shared a silent look. They all had the same thought, but none of them wanted to be the first to say it. After a moment that felt like an eternity, Hank pulled them over to the other side of the room. They huddled like football players, discussing their plan in nervous whispers.

Alec had never been so confused. He had heard everything that had happened, but he was much too terrified to process any of it. He kept reminding himself to stay alert, and remember that this was all part of whatever elaborate prank they had planned. At any moment, the true torture might begin. So when he heard a female voice say his name, he started trembling all over again.

"OK Alec," the voice said sweetly, "You can take your hood off now."

Alec raised a shaking hand and pulled the sweaty bag off his head, bracing himself for the worst. He didn't know what to expect, and his mind supplied an endless array of possible horrors. But the one thing he didn't expect to see was three naked, incredibly hot girls kneeling in front of him.

"Who are you?" he said. "Where are the guys? Is this part of the hazing?"

The girls looked at each other and giggled. "That's right," said the brunette with the huge breasts. "Are you ready to prove you're a Chi man?"

Chapter 5: The Game Room

If anything unusual was happening downstairs at Chi house, no word of it had reached the second-floor game room. After the party fizzled, a handful of brothers had made their way upstairs to console themselves with some friendly competition. But for some of them, competition was never friendly.

Damon and Sammy were shooting pool on one side of the room, while on a couch nearby, Gabe, Trevor and Randall were locked in an intense Smash Bros marathon. Both games were getting tense. Games and girls were the two ways Chi boys liked to prove their manhood, and with girls out of the picture, some of the members were determined to assert their dominance any way they could.

Damon, for one, was very happy to have found someone to play pool with him. In high school, he had enjoyed a profitable side hustle as a pool shark, and as soon as he joined Chi house, he had quickly swindled most of the other members out of a significant chunk of their spending money. As a result, none of them would play with him anymore. But Sammy was a new pledge, and he had no idea of Damon's reputation. Damon was already deep in his hustle, and had Sammy in the hole for three figures.

"Damn, I guess I win again," Damon smirked, really milking it. "Beginner's luck, I guess. Double or nothing?"

"I don't think so," Sammy said bitterly.

"What, are you scared? You said you could play."

"You said you couldn't."

Damon didn't take kindly to Sammy's insinuation. He stepped close to Sammy, his 6'3" frame looming over the younger boy. "We don't like sore losers in this house, pledge. If you want to stick around, you better take the bet."

"OK, fine," said Sammy, wondering why he ever wanted to join this frat.

Over on the couch, the game was more even. Gabe, Trevor and Randall played round after round of Smash Bros, their score staying almost dead even the entire time. But it wasn't because of skill. Trevor, like Damon, was a former athlete, and he hadn't dedicated nearly as many hours to videogames as the nerdy dudes on either side of him. He was, however, much more competitive than them, and he was doing everything he could to gain an advantage.

"Choke!" he coughed in Randall's face just before he could deliver the winning attack. Randall missed his timing, allowing Trevor to save the draw.

"Would you knock that shit off!" he snapped. "It's so annoying."

"If you can't handle the heat, then quit. Me and Gabbie will fight for the title."

"It's Gabe," said Gabe shortly.

"Sorry, princess. It's hard to remember." Trevor flashed him a shit-eating grin. He was perhaps the most obnoxious brother in Chi house, which was an impressive feat. He was also a freshman and a pledge, just like Sammy, but he didn't act like it. He loved to brazenly provoke older members who easily could have had him kicked out, if it weren't for the fact that Schmitty loved him. Trevor's bravado, and his skill in the football field, had quickly endeared him to the chapter president, and he took full advantage.

They started a new game, and within seconds, Trevor had elbowed Gabe to make him fall off the map and lose a life. He was starting to take the lead, and he could tell that his torment was paying off. The others were getting tilted. Soon, he would be able to take control. Unlike the billiards game happening a few feet away, there was no money riding on this one. Still, Trevor was determined to win at all costs.

Damon, meanwhile, felt no pressure at all. After forcing Sammy to double down, he was easily winning the next game. By the end of the night, he was going to be a lot richer, and Sammy would be destitute for the rest of the semester.

"Don't worry about it," said Damon, seeing the misery on Sammy's face. "Girls on this campus are all feminist and shit. They expect to split the bill on a date. If you ever get one."

Sammy ignored him and lined up his next shot. Just as he was about to shoot, Damon added, "Of course, you might have to ask them to pick up the tab entirely." His tactic worked. Sammy's shot went askew, and he cursed loudly. Damon just laughed.

"Tough luck, champ. Maybe you'll get me on the next one. I'm sure one of these dorks will spot you a loan." He gestured to the three on the couch, who took no notice. Damon bent his long, lean body over the table to line up his next shot. As he did, he noticed that something felt a tiny bit off.

His muscle memory was finely tuned from countless hours spent in pool halls, and he could sense any minute irregularity: an uneven table, a warped cue, a stray breeze. But nothing had changed. He shrugged it off, adjusted his grip ever so slightly, and took his shot. He sank the 6-ball in the corner pocket just as intended, but the ball's path was a bit more wobbly than he would like. Sammy noticed it too.

Trevor had managed to build up a three-game lead on Gabe and Randall, but his luck had fallen short in this past game. The others had become used to his constant attempts to distract them, and Trevor had lost all his lives relatively quickly, while they continued to vie for first place. Although he couldn't salvage the game, he saw a chance to rile them up. He stood up from the couch, stretching theatrically, and blocked the screen with his massive frame. "I'm getting another beer," he announced at full volume. "Anybody need anything?"

"Sit down, asshole," growled Randall.

"Who, me?" Trevor angled his torso from side to side, making sure Randall couldn't see anything that was happening. "You better focus, Randall. You don't want to tell your fat girlfriend that you're a loser."

"I don't have a girlfriend," replied Randall through clenched teeth.

"Really? I could have sworn I've seen you with a huge fat chick. Maybe I'm thinking of your mom?" Trevor's love of jokes about overweight women was one of the reasons Schmitty liked him. It was also patently hypocritical. Although he had been a football star in high school, Trevor's constant beer-swilling had already started to take its toll. He had a distinct pot belly, and the powerful muscles running up and down his body were covered in a layer of flab. At 6'5", this meant he was the physically largest brother in Chi house, and more than capable of blocking an entire wide-screen TV with his bulk.

He turned on Gabe. "Are you the one with the fat girlfriend, then? I know SOMEONE here bangs chunkers."

"You're one to talk," said Gabe. "You're looking pretty flabby there yourself."

"Nice try, nerd. This is pure muscle." He flexed his biceps, blocking even more of the TV. But silhouetted against the screen, his arms didn't look so impressive. He seemed softer and less imposing than Randall and Gabe remembered. He noticed their skeptical expressions and turned red in the face. He stomped off to the game room fridge, stopping only to knock the controller out of Gabe's hand.

Damon was starting to get worried. On every shot, his form felt more off. He had barely made the last one. Was he drunk? No, he never drank when he was hustling. Was he getting sick? It didn't matter. He just needed to focus and show this pledge who was boss. He bent over the table for his next shot, struggling to get his cue into position. It felt like he didn't have enough reach for the shot he had planned, which made no sense. He was forced to settle for a less artistic angle, but one that he knew he could safely pull off. He lined up his cue and drove it home.

"Ouch," said Sammy, as Damon's ball missed the pocket by a fraction of an inch. Damon whirled on him, furious.

"Are you trying to sabotage me, pledge?"

"I said that after the shot."

"Just keep your mouth shut. I'm trying to shoot pool here."

Trevor returned to the couch with a tallboy of PBR and a bag of chips. He opened them as loudly as possible and began slurping beer and chomping chips with his mouth open. He alternated leaning toward Gabe on his right and Randall on his left, belching beer and potato dust into their faces while they tried to play. His distraction worked. Their match ended quickly, and Trevor picked up his controller with greasy fingers, ready to get back into the game.

This game, however, quickly went downhill for Trevor. He couldn't focus. He kept thinking about ways to mess with the others instead of concentrating on the screen. The way they had looked at his body, judging his love handles and laughing at his display of muscle, had really gotten to him. He felt exposed, like a piece of meat on display. Was this how women felt when he made fun of their weight?

He lost another life after he took his hand off the controller to grab a handful of chips. The stress was making him eat compulsively, just like he had when he was a kid, before he had discovered football and weightlifting. Worst of all, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The cheap beer and store-brand chips tasted unbelievably good, and he couldn't help but keep snacking in the middle of the game, licking his fingers with gusto when he should have been concentrating.

It wasn't just the food, either. All of his senses felt heightened. The more self-conscious he became about his body, the more aware he was of the friction of his clothes against his skin and the warmth of his thighs pressing together. It felt good. He took a deep breath. The beer and chips smelled amazing. So did the chalk from the pool game. Even the guys sitting on either side of him had their own distinct smells, and they made his head swim. On a wild impulse, he leaned over to Randall and gave his hair a deep sniff.

"What the fuck, dude?! Did you just smell me?"

"Trick shot!" yelled Trevor, landing a sneak attack on Randall that sent him clean off the map. He laughed triumphantly. He was back in the game.

Damon missed another shot. "Goddammit!" he shouted, his voice cracking in the middle. A few more misses like that, and he would be in danger of losing this game. Then he would owe Sammy hundreds of dollars, instead of the other way around. Sammy, to his credit, wasn't gloating or sabotaging Damon like Damon had done to him, but that just made the situation more humiliating. Sammy sank his next shot effortlessly. He was gaining confidence as Damon lost his.

Damon stepped around the board and bent down for his next shot. Oddly, he felt like he didn't need to bend as far. In fact, he had to struggle to get into position. His reach seemed much more limited than before. It reminded him of when he'd started playing pool in middle school, before his growth spurt. He extended his arms as far as they would reach, pulled back his cue with a tiny grunt of exertion, and made his shot. He just barely managed to pocket the ball.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, jumping into the air with glee. He took a step around the table to prepare his next shot and immediately tripped over his pants, falling face-first on the floor. Sammy came to help him up. He grabbed Damon by the shoulders and lifted him like he was weightless. Damon seemed to wobble unsteadily on his feet, so Sammy didn't release him right away. The two stood like that for a few seconds while Damon recovered.

"Are you OK?" asked Sammy.

"I'm fine," said Damon, brushing away Sammy's arms. "It's just these damn pants." He looked down, surprised to see his track pants bunched around his ankles. He bent down and rolled each cuff up four times. "Fucking busted laundry machines," he said, taking an experimental step. His foot came straight out of his sneaker, and he began to fall again. This time, Sammy was waiting. He caught Damon around the waist in mid-air. Damon found himself looking up into Sammy's face, supported only by a pair of strong hands around his midriff. His heart was racing.

"Maybe we should call it even," said Sammy nervously.

"Nice try," said Damon, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. "You're not getting off that cheap. Now help me up and let's get on with it." He passively allowed Sammy to guide him upright, feeling a strange pang when the hands gripping his torso released him. He stepped out of his shoes, kicked them aside, and rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, which were covering his hands.

He slowly took a step, reassured by the knowledge that Sammy was there to catch him. He managed not to fall, although something definitely felt strange. His center of balance was way out of whack, and he felt unfamiliar momentum pulling him in different directions as he moved. It was like his oversized clothes were stuffed with oddly positioned weights that jiggled and moved of their own accord. But if those weights were in his clothes, why could he feel them?

Whatever, it didn't matter. All that mattered was winning this game. Grimacing at the sensations running through his body, he stepped to the other side of the board and studied his next shot. The table seemed higher than before, and he tried to adjust for the new angle in his mental calculations. Sammy was eyeing him suspiciously.

"Are you… shorter?" he asked.

"I just took my shoes off, genius." He snorted at Sammy's ludicrous comment, oblivious to the fact that he was now looking up into the younger boy's eyes, instead of the other way around. Damon judged his shot carefully, then leaned forward and lowered his cue. Except he couldn't reach. He could barely reach over the table. What the fuck was going on? He knew what he needed, but he was too embarrassed to look Sammy in the eyes when he said it. "Can I get some help?" he asked.

Trevor lost another life because he was too busy drinking and rubbing himself against the couch. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, shoving another fistful of chips in his mouth and moaning at the salty flavor. He looked over at Gabe, who was in the lead. He was totally focused on the game. In a moment of rage, Trevor did the only thing he could think of to distract him. He reached over and grabbed Gabe's crotch through his pants.

"Jesus, dude! Stop it! What's wrong with you?"

Trevor laughed. "What, you only like it when a fat girl does it?" He did it again, letting his hand linger for a split second. With a lewd grin, he leaned over toward Randall. "Those porkers are lucky. Gabe here is packing a jumbo sausage." He gave Randall the same treatment, gently rubbing his crotch with his crumb-dusted fingers. "Holy shit, you too. More pushin' for the cushion, eh?"

Trevor was still giggling at his own joke when Randall delivered the killing blow, knocking him out of another round. "Aw shit! You guys are cheating! You're distracting me with your big dicks." To his fury, they just ignored him, focusing instead on beating each other. Trevor couldn't stand it. He jumped up in front of the TV, returning to his old trick of blocking the screen with his huge body. He stood proudly for a few seconds before he realized that they were still playing.

Looking behind himself, he realized that he no longer obscured the screen. The TV seemed much bigger than before, and he only covered a small section in the bottom middle. Frustrated, he waved his arms around, shocked at how the sleeves of his football jersey flopped around instead of hugging his powerful arms. All of his clothes felt looser, except around his chest and hips, where they were uncomfortably tight. "What the fuck is this?" he said aloud.

Gabe laughed. "You really have let yourself go. Did you actually play football? Because right now you look like you'd suck as much on the field as you do at Smash."

"Fuck you!" squeaked Trevor, blushing. "At least I can pull hotties instead of a bunch of heifers."

"You're one to talk," smirked Randall. "You're starting to look like one of those heifers yourself. Maybe you should lay off the chips."

"Yeah," added Gabe, "You've got child-bearing hips."

"And your man boobs are out of control. Have you looked into a bra?"

Trevor looked down at himself. He saw two mounds pushing out the front of his jersey, fully blocking the view of his feet below. Even worse, his nipples were clearly visible, pushing out the mesh like two little pencil erasers. He saw Gabe and Randall staring at them too, grinning like a pair of wolves. They both seemed to have bulges in their pants. To his horror, he felt his nipples firm up even harder. Tears welling up in his eyes, he ran to the bathroom.

"OK, stand behind me," said Damon. "That's right. Now give me a boost." He waited expectantly, bent over the pool table, but nothing happened. "What are you waiting for, pledge?" he barked. Sammy reluctantly put his hands around Damon's narrow waist and lifted him up. Damon's bare feet dangled in the air as he lined up his cue with the ball. He was utterly humiliated, but he needed to win at all costs. He tried to ignore the fluttering in his belly as he lowered the cue. He still wasn't quite close enough.

"Give me a push," he said over his shoulder. Sammy shifted his hands to Damon's hips and boosted him a little further over the table. As he did, his crotch briefly made contact with Damon's from behind. Damon felt something hard press into his groin, and he let out an audible moan before he could stop himself. Shaken, he took his shot, missing it badly.

"God fucking damn it!" he wailed, wrestling himself out of Sammy's grasp and hopping down off the table. He spun around on the freshman, poking a finger into his chest and looking up into his face with fury. "You made me miss! You poked me with your dick, you fucking pervert!"

"Do you want a make-up shot?"

"Yes! It's only fair." He got back into position, bending over the table and sticking his ass out at Sammy. "Lift me up again."

Chapter 6: The Party

Francis didn't know how long he had been playing with the pair of breasts in front of him. He didn't know anything: where he was, how this had happened, whose breasts they were… All he knew was that he was hornier and more stoned than he had ever been in his life, and these were the best tits he had ever seen. They were like soft, heavenly pillows, and they cradled his face like a warm hug as he buried himself in them.

He kneaded and caressed them, pinching the hard nipples until the woman behind them gasped with pleasure. He covered them in kisses, then licked up and down their gentle curves before popping each nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with full force and teasing it with his teeth. His dick was so hard it hurt, and he could feel his precum leaking into his pants. He desperately wanted to fuck this girl, but he couldn't even remember her name, so he just kept on groping her and hoped for the best.

Why was it so hard for him to remember? He couldn't have had more than five beers. Maybe it was the weed; he definitely remembered multiple joints and a series of bong rips. This stuff was so strong, it had sent him into an erotic trance. He should have known better than to smoke with Dirtbag Dan. As his tongue traced circles around a nipple, something about that name rang a bell. Where was Dan?

Realization hit Francis like a ton of bricks. He spat out Dan's hard nipple like it was a hair in his soup and jerked upright. Beneath him on the lounge sofa, Dirtbag Dan was lying topless, looking exactly like a very sexy, very horny college girl. His dark, curly hair flowed from beneath his beanie and splayed out around his adorable face like a halo. His huge breasts were shiny with Francis's saliva. His face bore a familial resemblance to the unkempt, sleazy kleptomaniac he had been before, but he couldn't have been acting more differently. He was staring up at Francis with dreamy bedroom eyes, and his flushed cheeks and swollen nipples radiated female arousal.

"What's wrong, baby?" he purred. "Keep going, that felt nice."

"Dan?! What happened to you? What's going on?"

"What's going on is you touching me." He took Francis's hand and placed it on his breast, but Francis yanked it back. Dan wrinkled his button nose in disappointment. "Dude, you owe me. I smoked you out." He pushed himself into a seated position next to Francis, picked up his long-forgotten bong, and took a powerful rip, releasing the smoke from his lips in a series of intricate rings. It was a party trick Francis had seen him do a hundred times, but in this body, it took on a lascivious quality that made Francis uncomfortably aware of his own erection. Dan's lips looked irresistibly plump as he formed them into a perfect "O" to release each ring. When he was finished, he handed the bong to Francis, smiled, and leaned back into the couch.

Francis was hypnotized by this display. Forgetting his reservations, he lit the bong and inhaled from it deeply. He had finally found his dream girl; why did it have to be Dirtbag Dan? Dan was staring up at him like a loyal puppy. He looked like an angel floating in a swirling cloud of weed smoke. As Francis watched, Dan's sweet smile curled devilishly. It was the same expression he would make before flicking your balls, but now it looked much more seductive.

"I smoked you out," cooed Dan. "Now you can give me something to smoke." He reached out a hand and placed it on Francis's crotch, gently caressing his hard dick through his pants. "Mmmm, I need a hit of that." His fingers moved to Francis's zipper.

Francis stopped him, blushing scarlet. "What? We can't do that!"

"Nobody tells me what to do."

"But someone could see us!" As soon as he said it, a wave of panic hit Francis. He had been so engrossed, he had totally forgotten that they were in the middle of the Chi house lounge. His stomach dropped as he imagined the entire chapter watching him get to second base with Dirtbag Dan. For the first time in minutes, he looked up. His eyes scanned the room, then widened in surprise. As it turned out, nobody was paying any attention to him and Dan. They were all preoccupied.

On the couch to their left, Trey was still lying with his head in Louis's lap, but now, he was face-down. He had Louis's penis in his mouth, and he was tenderly sucking it with an expression of pure bliss on his face. Francis's jaw dropped as he watched Trey run his lips over the shiny, erect dick, licking the tip with his tongue and caressing the balls with his fingers. His red hair had grown into a feminine bob, and his ass had inflated into a curvy bubble that jiggled slightly as he ground his crotch into the couch cushions. Louis was clearly enjoying this just as much; his head was back, his eyes were closed, and he had one hand twined into Trey's hair. His other hand was under Trey's shirt, massaging what Francis could only assume was a breast.

A moan from Francis's right distracted him. He looked over and saw CJ, still alone on his own couch. His workout clothes were discarded on the floor, and he was lying sprawled over the sofa with his legs spread as far as he could. He was watching Trey blow Louis and playing with the soaking-wet pussy between his legs with wanton lust. With one hand, he fervently tweaked his clit, while his other hand fucked himself with the TV remote control. His body still showed hints of the muscles that used to be his pride and joy, but instead of a bodybuilder, he now had the lithe, flexible frame of a yoga instructor. His small, pert tits bounced as he masturbated, while the blonde crew cut that remained from his male appearance somehow made him look even more feminine. He noticed Francis watching him and looked away, blushing in shame, but his hands didn't slow down.

Francis was in shock. How could Dan, Trey and CJ have turned into girls? And why were they so horny? They all seemed to have totally accepted being female; they didn't even seem surprised by it. How could this have happened?

Through the haze of cannabis and arousal, Francis suddenly remembered the clay tablet. William had said it was supposed to get them girls. Was this what the story meant? It was impossible, but Francis couldn't see another explanation. When Schmitty had made them all recite that spell, he had unknowingly doomed half of them to grow vaginas. Worst of all, it was removing the inhibitions of everyone in the chapter, male and female, and making them so horny they had no choice but to turn the entire frat house into a massive orgy.

"You see?" said Dan, slowly unzipping Francis's pants. "It's just a party. Relax and have fun."

"Dan, you have to listen to me. This isn't right. We're all under some kinda voodoo or something. This isn't you. You're not a girl!"

Dan stood up, dropping his pants and standing in front of Francis. "This is me," he said demurely. His body was a vision of pure female eroticism. He ran his hands along his gentle curves and cupped his soft breasts. His fingers crept toward his groin, where a perfect pussy covered in black curls was dripping fluid down his thighs. He traced his labia with a finger, shivering at the sensation. Bringing the finger back up to his face, he sniffed it and popped it into his mouth with a smile. "Mmmm, I love this. I've never felt so good. Being a girl is the ultimate high."

He dropped to his knees in front of Francis. "For the last time, my man, you need to stop harshing my buzz. I really want to suck this nice cock. Are you going to let me, or are you going to be a fuckin' narc?" He stroked Francis's dick with a single finger, making him shudder.

"I don't know…" said Francis, his reserve failing.

"I'll swallow."

"Fuck it. Suck my dick!"

With one last smile, Dan lowered his mouth onto Francis's cock, plunging the entire length down his throat in one go. Francis let out a moan that sounded like a gasp. He was so desperate for release, he didn't even care that the hot babe blowing him had been male earlier that night. She was definitely female now. Dan slurped and sucked along the length of Francis's shaft, bobbing her head up and down with an expert rhythm. On each stroke, she would suck the head, lick the frenulum, deepthroat the shaft, then repeat those steps in reverse order. All the while, she massaged Francis's balls with her fingers, coaxing them to release their reserves of hot cum.

At this rate, Francis knew he wouldn't last long. He tried to think of anything to slow himself down: baseball scores, homework, the fact that the girl on his cock was Dirtbag Dan… None of it distracted him from the unbelievable sensations coursing through his dick. Every time Francis was about to cum, Dan would slow down, edging him closer and closer to the biggest orgasm of his life. He couldn't even look; he just threw his head back and focused on the feeling of her mouth on his dick and her hands on his balls. Wait, was that a third hand?

His eyes jerked open, and he looked down to see that Dan was no longer alone. CJ had risen from her couch, leaving a huge wet spot on the fabric, and knelt next to Dan in front of Francis. She was gingerly stroking his thighs and staring at his cock like it was her favorite cheat day meal. She licked her lips with anticipation, but Francis could see the conflict on her face. Unfortunately, that only made her look sexier.

"CJ, are you sure about this?" Francis asked.

CJ looked up at him, then blushed and averted her eyes. Her expression was ashamed and aroused in equal measure. "It's not gay, OK? I just really want to taste your cum." Then, with a feminine moan, she plunged Francis's dick into her pretty mouth.

Upstairs in Blaine and Chad's room, things had gotten similarly out of hand. Blaine was lying on her bed and massaging her still-growing tits through her white lace bra while Chad licked her brand-new pussy. They both had been surprised, after a few minutes of making out, to discover that Blaine had grown a vagina, but they had quickly given in to the urge to explore it. Chad's tongue was deep between Blaine's folds, and he was sucking her clit with so much force, she thought she would pass out.

She couldn't believe what she was feeling. Every delicate corner and crevice of her new anatomy was as sensitive as her entire penis had been, and Chad knew how to play it like a musical instrument. Every kiss and slurp sent waves of pleasure from Blaine's pussy across her entire body, where they reverberated and crashed upon each other. But the better it felt, the stronger her craving grew.

"More," she moaned, pinching her swollen nipples.

Chad didn't reply. He just removed his tongue from Blaine's vulva, placed it on her clit, and slowly began sliding a thick finger inside her. For a moment, she flinched in panic, but then her vagina exploded in an even bigger surge of pleasure, and she succumbed to the feeling with a languorous feminine sigh. Her pussy tightened around his finger, trying to draw it further inside. He crooked it slightly, sticking the tip upward to reach a spot Blaine still hadn't explored yet. When he found it, the sensation became ten times more intense, and Blaine saw stars floating above her head.

The bra straps cut painfully into her shoulders, and the underwire made it feel like she couldn't breathe. She looked down and realized that her breasts were still growing. The more Chad pleasured her, the bigger they got. She had already gotten her wish; they were too big for the 34DD bra she had found. Her creamy titflesh spilled out of the tops and sides of the cups, and the back strap groaned underneath her.

She knew she should stop this sexual experience right now. It was wrong; despite the tits and pussy, she was still a guy, and it wasn't right for her to crave Chad as much as she did. She was a Chi man, not some busty slut who loved being eaten out by hot boys. Her tits were huge already. If they got any bigger, she would be fighting off boys all over campus. Every one of them would want to pump her full of their hot, sticky cum. How disgusting.

Blaine opened her mouth, trying to think of a way to ask Chad to stop. "More," she begged. Oh well. He slipped another finger inside her. She squealed in pleasure, but it still wasn't enough. Every cell in her body was telling her what she needed, but it was the one thing that scared her the most. It was thick and long and hot, and it was dangling from Chad's body right at the foot of her bed. All she needed to do was ask.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea occurred to her. "Chad," she said, getting her roommate's attention by stroking his cheek. He raised his head, his face slick with Blaine's juices. "I need you to do me a solid. Could you stick the tip of your dick in my… you know… for just a second? Just the tip."

Chad looked shocked and delighted. "Seriously? You want me to fuck you?"

"Ew, no! Just the tip. Just to see what it feels like. You know, like research."

"That makes sense… I guess."

"OK good, hurry up."

Chad got into position on top of Blaine. Looking up at his hulking male form, Blaine had to admit she found him extremely sexy. She had never noticed it before, but his jawline looked like it was chiseled out of stone, and so did his abs. She felt tiny and defenseless underneath him, and she wanted him to utterly dominate her. His rock-hard dick hovered over her quivering vagina. She was so nervous, but she couldn't wait.

"On three?" he asked. She nodded. "One… two… three."

He gently guided the bulbous head of his dick between her labia. She felt it enter her, begin to stretch her out exactly like she'd wanted, then stop. She could feel its heat and hardness inside her, an alien sensation that thrilled her to her core, but it still wasn't enough. She looked into Chad's eyes. He was shaking with horniness. It clearly took all his willpower to resist driving his entire dick inside her. He really was a nice guy, and it melted Blaine's heart. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Please fuck me," she whispered.

"All the way?"

She kissed him on the lips. "All the way. I need you."

Chad let out an animal grunt and slid his entire 8-inch dick inside Blaine's eager pussy. She made an inhuman sound of her own as it filled her up completely. This was what she had been waiting for; she had never felt so fulfilled. She might be a communications major, but taking dick was her life's purpose. "More," she whimpered.

Chad pulled his dick out until it had almost escaped her lips, then plunged the entire length back inside. Blaine writhed underneath him. He began pumping in and out with a steady, powerful rhythm. Her pussy was on fire, and her whole body was vibrating to Chad's frequency. She felt like a desperate slut and a majestic goddess all at the same time. This was a pleasure she could never have imagined. She couldn't speak, she couldn't think, she couldn't even breathe. The white bra was so tight on her, she thought it would crush her ribs.

With a twang, the back strap suddenly snapped, sending the remains of the bra flying across the room like a popped balloon. Blaine's enormous tits bounced free as if in slow motion. Both she and Chad looked down at them, marveling at their size and shape. They wobbled on her chest like two massive jello molds, topped with huge pink areolas that ended in thick, erect nipples. The indentations from her constrictive bra were still visible on her soft, milky skin. Blaine looked up into Chad's eyes, but he didn't meet her gaze. He was still staring at her tits like a man possessed, his nostrils flared with arousal. With a deep growl, he rammed his dick inside her and started fucking her as hard as he could.

Chapter 7: The Party Continues

Downstairs in the basement, Alec was beginning to wonder if this wasn't a prank after all. Five minutes earlier, he had been shaking with terror as he braced himself for a brutal hazing ritual. Now, the three hottest girls he had ever seen were kneeling in front of him and sucking his penis with unrestrained passion. Maybe frat life wasn't so bad.

He had never experienced pleasure like this, and the girls seemed to be enjoying it even more than he was. They were savoring his cock like it was the most delicious treat in the world, moaning with satisfaction every time it touched their lips. All of them were fingering their pussies as they blew him, and the air was thick with the smell of their juices. They were so horny, they couldn't decide whether to work together or to fight each other over his dick. One moment, they would be in perfect sync, two of them running their mouths along the shaft in unison while the one in the middle sucked the head. The next moment, one of them would be deepthroating him while the other two tried to pull her off by her hair. It would have been comical if it wasn't so arousing.

Alec had always known his penis was unusually large, but it hadn't been a source of pride. He saw it as a shameful secret, one that he had to hide from the world at all costs. Now, however, looking down at three hotties worshiping it like it was their god, he was starting to see the upside. He felt more powerful and confident than ever before.

"You like my dick, girls?" he asked. They all moaned in agreement. "What do you like about it?"

"It's so big!" squealed the black-haired girl with the huge ass.

"And hard!" added the busty brunette.

"And veiny…" whispered the petite blonde. Her friends gave her a look. "What? I like the veins." Blushing, she took advantage of the moment of silence to wrap her lips around it once again. It barely fit in her tiny mouth, but she tried her best.

"Give me that!" snapped the brunette. "He needs someone who can deepthroat him right. Let a pro handle this." She grabbed Alec's dick and plunged it down her throat. It felt amazing, but the booty girl just rolled her eyes.

"Oh, so you're a pro? You've never even sucked a dick before today!"

"And you have?"

"No, of course not!"

"You're all doing very well," said Alec diplomatically. The brunette and the black-haired girl beamed up at him. The blonde, however, looked troubled. Alec reached down and took her chin in his hand, tilting up her head to look at him. She had tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" he said.

"I don't want to say," she replied with a wavering voice. Her lip trembled. Then, fighting back tears, she wailed, "I want it in my pu-pu-pu-pussy!"

"No, fuck me!" yelled the brunette.

"No, me!" said the last girl, standing up to point her spherical ass at Alec. "Tell me you don't want to bend this over the washing machine!"

"It is tempting…" said Alec. He was enjoying this. All three girls stood, arguing at full volume over who would get to fuck him first. "Ladies, ladies, please. Shouldn't I be the one to decide?" That quieted them down. Wordlessly, they all faced away from him, bending over and presenting their vaginas for his inspection. Their juices dripped onto the floor as he examined each in turn.

First, he studied the black-haired girl's pussy. Her ass was indeed fantastic, and Alec gave it a sharp smack before reaching down to stroke her quivering lips. He imagined those cheeks bouncing as he pounded her from behind. A strong contender.

Next, he investigated the brunette. Her pussy was even wetter, and her enormous tits hung deliciously from her chest as she bent forward. Alec reached over and gave them a squeeze, making her squeal with delight. Hard to refuse.

Finally, he moved over the tiny blonde. She was so short, he had to bend down to get a good look at her vagina. It was nestled below her small, tight buttocks, and it started pulsating before Alec's finger even touched it. When he made contact, she let out a little squeak that sounded equally like arousal and fear. Alec could understand why. She was so tight, he could barely squeeze a finger inside. His thick, 9-inch dick was liable to tear her in half. With some effort, he managed to penetrate her up to his first knuckle. Then, he felt her pussy suck his finger all the way inside, gripping it so hard that it hurt.

"You," he said. The other girls complained loudly, but Alec's mind was made up. The blonde turned around and beamed at him with grateful tears spilling down her face. She looked like a shelter dog who had just been adopted.

Alec laid down on the unfinished basement floor, shivering as his naked body touched the cold, hard surface. His giant dick stood straight up from his body at a right angle like a flagpole. The blonde, visibly shaking, positioned herself above him and slowly lowered her body. "Take it slow," he instructed, and she nodded her head. Gingerly, she squatted until Alec's bulbous head was tickling her lips. But when she tried to squat further, she couldn't fit it inside. She looked like she was about to cry again.

"I told you!" whined the brunette. "My turn."

"Hush," said Alec. He grabbed the blonde by the hips, looking into her eyes. She nodded. He pulled down with slow, steady force. Her labia parted like the Red Sea, and his glans slowly started to work its way inside. She was blushing all the way from her hair to her chest, but she was determined. Breathing heavily, she kept going lower and lower. Her tiny pussy gripped Alec's dick like a vice. After a minute, it seemed like he couldn't go any deeper. He still had four inches of dick left.

"I think that's it," he said. The other two girls scoffed.

"Hold on," whimpered the blonde. Taking a deep breath, she wriggled her torso and adjusted her footing. All of a sudden, her pelvis dropped to rest on Alec, sucking the remainder of his cock inside her. She was silent for a moment, staring at Alec with eyes as wide as saucers. He was worried he had seriously injured her. Then, she let out a long, high-pitched moan that sounded like a tea kettle.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" she squeaked. "That's so good! Fuck my little pussy! Give me your fat cock! Make me your slut!"

Neither Alec nor the other girls could believe that this meek little girl was talking like this. But they didn't have long to think about it. She started pumping her body up and down, grinding her pussy on Alec's thick cock. He could see its outline pushing out her belly, which turned him on even more. "You're so tight!" he gasped.

"Fuck meeeeeee!"

And so he did. Alec grabbed her hips and started driving himself into her over and over, making her scream with pleasure. This felt ten times better than the triple blowjob. Not to be ignored, the other girls joined in. The black-haired girl sat on Alec's face, pressing her huge ass into him and filling his nose with the scent of her pussy. He started licking it right away. She moaned into the mouth of the brunette, who had started making out with her while playing with her own clit. Her massive tits jiggled over Alec's head, and the black-haired girl gripped them for dear life as she rode Alec's face.

Alec wondered for a moment where the upperclassman had gone. Surely they would have preferred to hook up with these girls, instead of leaving them all to him. As the tiny blonde's pussy engulfed his dick, he decided to worry about it later. He still had a lot to learn about frat life.

Two floors above, Trevor the ex-football star was having an identity crisis in the bathroom. He stood naked, examining himself in the mirror and quietly hyperventilating. After Gabe and Trevor had teased him about his love handles and man boobs, he had retreated to the bathroom to confirm just how much he had let his athletic body go. He had prepared for the worst, or so he thought, but nothing had prepared him for this.

He had lost all of his muscles, and just like his coach had warned him years ago, they had turned into flab. But this flab was not evenly distributed. He had also lost most of his height, shrinking from 6'5" with broad linebacker shoulders to 5'8" and curvy. He really needed to get back into the gym ASAP.

His face was cute and plump, with soft lips, chubby cheeks, and a slight double chin that wobbled adorably as he turned his head from side to side. His crew cut had grown out into shoulder-length chestnut waves that gleamed in the bathroom light. Below his graceful neck, the changes became even more apparent. He reached up and lifted two huge breasts on his chest, each one topped with a large, brown nipple. As he felt the heft of his bosom, he noticed his nipples crinkle in the mirror.

His waist was surprisingly narrow, giving him a voluptuous hourglass figure with a subtle belly in the front. His hips flared out dramatically, connecting to a soft, dimpled ass that was so big, he could see it from the front. And between his legs… He suppressed a tiny whimper as he studied his crotch. He could only see it in the mirror because his view was blocked by his breasts, but his hand confirmed that there was no illusion. His pride and joy, Little Trevor, was gone, replaced with a thick, puffy pussy that twitched when he touched it. He was a girl.

How could this have happened? Had he really fallen so far behind on his exercise regimen that he had turned female? He had never heard of that happening, but science wasn't his strong suit. Maybe all those chips had given him a dose of estrogen. Whatever the reason, he was now indistinguishable from a woman. And if that wasn't bad enough, he was also a fat girl.

Wait, that wasn't right. In the past, he would have called any girl who looked like this fat. He would have made fun of her mercilessly both behind her back and to her face. But being in this body, he didn't feel fat at all. He felt healthy, fertile, and if he were honest, a little horny. He caught himself blushing in the mirror. However he had felt in the past, he now realized that a woman with a little meat on her bones couldn't just be sexy, she could be a goddess.

He swelled with pride, turning in every direction to admire his bounteous curves. It reminded him of the pride he had felt on the football field, except this time it took on a sexual undertone that he found deeply exciting. He was so fucking hot! This was much better than being a giant oaf who was good at tackling. She could get used to this.

Giggling gleefully, Trevor started rubbing her meaty pussy and pawing her soft breasts. It felt amazing. This body was incredible! She wanted to run around Chi house naked, showing it off to everybody. She wanted to take sexy pictures and post them online for the world to see. She imagined a football field full of anonymous men, staring at her bodacious body and stroking their hard dicks. The image made her vagina throb, and she flopped down onto a toilet, lost in the sensation. It took less than a minute for her to reach her first female orgasm, which rocked her body harder than anything she had ever felt as a man. As she caught her breath, clutching a stitch in her side, an idea dawned on her. It was time to get revenge on Gabe and Randall.

Dressed in her ill-fitting male clothes once again, Trevor returned to the game room, ignoring Damon and Sammy's billiards game, and quietly took her seat between Gabe and Randall on the couch. They were lost in their Smash Bros game and barely noticed her. Trevor smiled, noticing for the first time how strong their hands looked on the controllers. She snuck a peek at the bulges in their pants. Earlier they had scared her, but now her mind was open to the possibilities. This was going to be a prank for the ages.

"Hold still!" snapped Damon. "You keep jostling me. I'm trying to shoot here!" Sammy was holding Damon's hips in the air as the older Chi boy bent over the pool table, trying unsuccessfully to line up a shot. They had been at this forever. Damon kept missing, but he wouldn't give up. He kept making Sammy lift him over the table and push him further. Every time, he would furiously accuse Sammy of poking him with his package, but Sammy could swear Damon was poking him back. He kept thrusting his pelvis backward into Sammy's dick, which despite his best efforts, was straining against his pants with a massive erection.

Damon shifted position, and Sammy almost dropped him again. Damon was swimming in his hoodie and track pants, and all the excess material made it impossible for Sammy to get a good grip. That and the fact that Damon was grinding against him once again. "Watch it!" he shouted.

"It's your clothes. They're too loose."

"Ugh!" Damon hopped down, making a big show out of how exasperated he was. He glared up at Sammy like he was the biggest idiot on campus. Had Damon gotten shorter again? He now looked to be no taller than 5'2", a full foot shorter than before. This was all really strange, but Sammy knew better than to bring it up.

"Fine!" said Damon. "I'll make it easy for you." He began stripping his clothes, struggling to pull the massively oversized sweatshirt over his head. Sammy helped him, and Damon passively raised his arms to allow it. Next, he removed his white undershirt. Sammy's jaw dropped. Damon's tall, lanky torso had turned into a short, curvy trunk with a narrow waist and two prominent breasts on his chest. They might not have looked so big on a taller girl, but on his diminutive frame, they seemed enormous. They jiggled delightfully as Damon removed his track pants, revealing feminine legs, a round ass, and a petite vagina nestled under a triangle of curls as jet-black as the hair on his head. She was a woman.

She ran her hand along her scalp, and under her fingers, her tightly cropped hair flowed outward, quickly growing into a spherical halo of tiny curls. Sammy realized that her face had changed too, taking on a delicate female shape that contrasted with the scowl on her wide, juicy lips. Her dark skin shone under the game room's fluorescent lights, bouncing off every curve of her petite, busty body. Sammy didn't know what to say.

"Um… Damon?"

"What is it, pledge?"

"You turned into a girl."

"Ha! Nice try. You can try to psych me out all you want, it won't help you win this game. Now let's go, it's my shot." She bent back over the table, pushing her brand-new vagina into Sammy's crotch. Sammy saw a glint of moisture on it. Damon looked back at him impatiently. "Come on already! And give it some force this time!"

Trevor watched Gabe and Randall's game, trying to hide her excitement. "I'm back in next game," she said.

"You'll never catch up," said Randall. "We were playing the whole time you were gone."

"Just let me play." Gabe shrugged and handed Trevor a controller. It felt huge and unwieldy in her dainty hands, and she started losing lives as quickly as she began. But she didn't care. She waited until a critical moment when Randall was about to pull off a complicated move, then reached over and rested her hand on his crotch.

"Dude! Not this again!"

"What? I'm not doing anything." Trevor looked up at him, her face all sweetness and light. He gave her a skeptical glance, beginning to notice that something was amiss. But he quickly forgot it as he got sucked back into the game. Trevor brought her hand back to his crotch and left it there, gently massaging him through his pants. Randall tried to shrug her off, but his hands were glued to the controller. After a moment, he gave up, allowing her to keep rubbing his dick as it started to swell.

Trevor leaned over to Gabe, whose eyes were fixed on the screen. "Want to make a deal?" she whispered in his ear. "I can help you win. But you'll owe me."

"Don't get involved," Gabe mumbled, but Trevor wasn't listening. Returning to Randall, she dropped her own controller and started rubbing his bulge with both hands. He tried to focus on the game, but the redness rising in his face told Trevor that her tactic was working. Very slowly, she began unzipping his fly.

"Watch it!" yelled Damon. "You keep poking me and it's breaking my concentration!" Her legs dangled beneath her as Sammy held her over the table. He was trying hard not to make contact, but she kept shoving her pelvis against him. She wasn't even trying to make her shot. The cue in her hand was totally forgotten, and Sammy could see the frustration on her face as she tried and failed to grind on him.

"God damn it, your fuckin jeans are too rough. It hurts! Take them off."

"What?!"

"You heard me!"

Shaking his head, Sammy unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall around his ankles.

"Boxers too, pledge!"

Sammy cringed. He desperately wanted to avoid letting Damon see his erection, but he didn't seem to have a choice. He lowered his underwear, allowing his dick to bounce free. Damon stared at it over her shoulder, licking her lips. "That's better," she said. "Now help me make this shot."

She turned back around, allowing Sammy to grab her hips. He tried to boost her as gently as possible, but she wasn't having it. She rocked her pelvis backward, not stopping until the head of Sammy's dick was gliding along her moist pussy lips. Sammy gasped. As bizarre as this situation was, it felt incredible.

"Jesus, freshman, are you hard?" Damon said breathlessly. "We don't need freaks like you in Chi house." She pressed her ass further into him, breathing heavily. Her juices coated Sammy's cock. She dropped her cue, letting her face press against the felt of the table and moaning as she ground herself against him.

"Are you going to take the shot?" asked Sammy. There was no answer for a long time. When she did reply, it was in a small, timid voice.

"Stick it in," she whispered.

"Wait, what?"

Sammy could hear the self-loathing in her voice. "Just do it. Hurry!"

"You want me to fuck you?"

She moaned at Sammy's words. "No! Keep that gay shit to yourself. Just stick it in already."

Sammy was very confused. "I don't know what you mean."

"Just give me your cock, OK?! I need it!"

Sammy was torn. Damon had been abusing him all night, yelling at him, swindling him, and gloating about it. But at the same time, her pussy was incredibly hot, and Sammy was hornier than he had been in his entire life. His dick twitched against her vulva with anticipation.

"If I do it, will you recommend me for full membership?"

"What?! No way."

Sammy started to turn away. Damon reached out to hold him back, whimpering with desire. "Wait! OK, I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Just please, fuck my pussy!" With one last shrug, Sammy stuck his dick deep inside the wet hole in front of him.

Gabe had taken a two-game lead on Randall, who was struggling to focus while Trevor stroked his cock. It stood out from his open fly, throbbing in the air. Trevor's plump fingers ran up and down its full length, stopping intermittently to caress the head or massage the balls. Her other hand was gently rubbing her tits through her football jersey. She gave his dick a slightly harder squeeze, which made a drop of precum appear at the tip. She dabbed it off with her finger and licked it away. It tasted even better than chips.

She leaned over to Randall and whispered into his ear. "You like that?" she asked, giving his earlobe a tender nibble. Randall's hands were sweaty on the controller, and when he responded, she could hear the arousal in his voice. "Suck it," he mumbled.

"What's that?" Trevor replied teasingly.

"Please suck my dick," he whined. Trevor smiled. Gabe was still focused on the game, enjoying his suspiciously easy victory. He took no notice as Trevor dropped to her knees in front of Randall and lowered her soft lips onto his penis. As the hot, hard shaft filled her mouth, she felt her pussy start to flow inside her shorts. His cock was more delicious than any beer she had ever tasted, and pleasuring it was more satisfying than winning state championships. She knew right away that she was addicted.

She could hear Randall's ragged breath above her, and she could feel his heartbeat through his dick. Every bouncy, juicy curve of her body felt alive in a way it never had before. She bobbed her head up and down gratefully, savoring his reactions. As a man, she had been a selfish lover at the best of times, but now, she realized how satisfying it could be to service someone else's needs. She felt submissive and feminine, but also powerful.

"This is fuckin' sweet!" she moaned, looking up at Randall with her fingers wrapped around his shaft. He looked back down at her, too horny to speak. While he was distracted, Gabe knocked Randall's character clean off the map, winning the match.

"Bam!" he shouted. "I'm on fire! You really lost your touch, dude." He looked away from the screen for the first time in minutes to gloat. When he saw Trevor on her knees with Randall's dick in her mouth, all the color drained from his face. He stood up and pointed in horror.

"What the fuck! What are you guys doing?"

"I don't know!" wailed Randall. "It feels too good!"

"But… but… he's a dude!"

"Yeah, Randall," said Trevor, wiping her lips. "You're getting your cock sucked by a dude. I guess that means you're gay."

"No! I mean, I don't know…"

"Oh really? I can't think of another explanation. Unless…" Trevor slowly rose to her feet, savoring the moment. This was going to be sooo funny. Standing in front of the two boys, she suddenly whipped off her football jersey and let her oversized shorts fall to the floor. She posed in front of them fully naked, laughing at their gobsmacked faces as she spun around, showing off her curvy body from every angle.

"Psych!" she squeaked. "I'm a girl! Best prank EVER!"

They were both speechless for a moment. When Gabe finally replied, he could barely remember how to form words. "Wait, what? Like… always?"

"No, just now! I turned into a thick hottie! Like what you see?" She held up her heavy tits and kneaded them for his entertainment.

"But… how?"

Trevor picked up the beer she had left on the floor earlier and drained it in one swig. "Fuck if I know! But I'm into it." With her other hand, she grabbed Randall's dick and started stroking it. Then she handed the empty can to Gabe. "You owe me for helping you win. Go get me another beer. When you come back, I'm gonna sit on this." She gave his dick a tug through his pants.

Gabe and Randall looked at each other in shock. They had no idea what was going on, but Trevor's body was awakening their most primal instincts to fuck. They looked around the room to make sure no one was watching. They were alone except for Damon and Sammy, who were in no position to judge.

Damon was bent over the pool table, moaning loudly while Sammy fucked her from behind. Her face and tits were squashed beneath her, and she was drooling onto the felt. Her wet pussy made a squelching noise every time Sammy thrust his rod into it. They could smell her juices from across the room.

"Ahem," said Trevor. "My beer?"

Chapter 8: The President

Schmitty had been drinking alone in his room for the past 90 minutes. He sat cross-legged on his bed, staring into space, and drank his way through a handle of Jagermeister.

"Fucking bitches," he mumbled for the 20th time.

This was the last straw. He was done with girls. Done with their bullshit, done with their standards, and done with their fucking bullshit. From now on, he would focus on the guys in his house. He was chapter president, and it was his duty to take these pathetic excuses for Chis and make men out of them.

Every chick on campus thought she was too good for Chi house. They'd rather hang out at some queer party with beta men who wanted to talk to them before fucking. The way he saw it, drinking and fucking were the two best things in the world. There was no reason to waste time going on dates or talking.

The problem was that girls didn't know how good they had it. Any time they wanted, they could walk into Chi house and find dozens of horny studs ready to fuck them. If Schmitty could get laid that easily, he would never take it for granted. He would line up like a good slut and gratefully take the load of every guy who wanted to give it to him.

Caught in a drunken daydream, he quickly lost his train of thought. What had he been thinking about? It must have been something about fucking chicks, because he had half a hard-on. Damn, he was backed up. He hadn't gotten laid all semester, and his balls were swollen with thick, delicious cum.

Why was he so horny? He couldn't even think straight. Every time he tried to focus, his mind would reel with disturbing images that distracted him. He took another swig of Jaeger, trying to clear his head. The problem was all the damn noise coming through the wall.

He hadn't consciously noticed it before, but someone down the hall was making a huge racket. Or rather, two people were making a huge racket. Schmitty suddenly realized that the noises he was hearing were sex. He could hear the bed frame banging against the wall, accompanied by loud male and female moans. Whichever Chi was getting laid, it sounded like he was really giving it to her. Schmitty felt his dick getting harder. He was furious.

Tonight was supposed to be Chi's biggest party of the year. Not only had the brothers of the chapter failed to attract a single girl, but one of them had waited until the party fizzled out before sneaking one in for his personal enjoyment. Where was the Chi pride? Where was the brotherhood? Downing the last dregs of his bottle, Schmitty stepped out of his room to lay down the law.

In the hallway, it was very clear where the noise was coming from. Blaine and Chad's door was almost rattling off its hinges. The noise coming from behind it sounded like an industrial accident. Schmitty paused for a moment, listening to the deafening pornographic moans. Whoever this chick was, she was clearly getting the railing of a lifetime. Lucky girl.

Schmitty pounded on the door, but there was no change in the sound from within. He had to batter the door with his empty liquor bottle before the moaning stopped. He heard hushed whispers. After a minute, the door opened a crack and a girl poked her head out.

"Keep it down in there!" Schmitty spat, "And tell Blaine or Chad they're in big trouble! We're supposed to be a… wait… Blaine?!"

He might be drunk out of his mind, but Schmitty knew what he was seeing. The girl looking up at him was Blaine. Her dirty blonde hair had lengthened past her shoulders and her face had become adorably feminine, but there was no doubt.

"Oh, hey Schmitty," she said awkwardly. "Sorry about the noise."

"Blaine, what happened to you?!"

"I don't know, maybe it was something I ate. I better get back to bed. Thanks for checking in." She started to close the door, but Schmitty blocked it with his foot.

"Dude, what is going on?"

"I really don't… OOH! …know." In the middle of her sentence, Blaine's eyes bugged out of her head and her face turned crimson. "I think maybe it has something to do with that… nnngh… ritual we did. Maybe talk to… aaahhh… William, he knew about it."

Blaine was acting very strange. She was struggling to speak, and she was clutching the door frame like she was in danger of falling over. She seemed to be rocking back and forth where she stood, her long hair swaying with the motion. She stared at Schmitty and bit her lip, pleading with her eyes for him to go away. Unfortunately, he was too drunk to notice.

"What the fuck?" he growled, pushing on the door. Blaine tried to hold it shut, but she was no match for his strength. The door swung open, revealing a sight that made Schmitty's jaw drop. Blaine was hunched over, bracing herself against the door frame while Chad stood behind her with his hands on her hips, fucking her doggystyle as quietly as he could. Both of them stared at Schmitty like deer in headlights, but they didn't stop. Schmitty could see Blaine's enormous twits swaying back and forth as Chad slowly slid his dick in and out of her. Schmitty watched them for a moment, hypnotized, before he came to his senses.

"Chad?! What the fuck are you doing?! Blaine, stop it right now!"

"I… ungghh… can't. It feels soooooo good, you have no idea. My pussy…" she trailed off, lost in the pleasure. Chad was too horny to speak; he just stared blankly at Schmitty and sped up his stroke. Schmitty couldn't believe the look on Blaine's face. She was one of his best bros, and here she was, getting fucked and loving every second of it. What kind of pleasure could turn an alpha male like Blaine into a willing cockslut? Schmitty wondered what it felt like.

He opened his mouth to scream at them, but nothing came out. "I… gotta go," he mumbled, his head spinning. As he sped away down the hall, he could hear them moaning just as loudly as before. What's more, he noticed similar noises coming from other rooms, drifting up the stairs, and echoing throughout the whole house. What the fuck was happening?

He stumbled into the second-floor game room, hoping to find answers. Unfortunately, no one inside was in a position to help him either. The first thing he noticed was the pool table. Gabe was lying on top of it naked. A chubby girl was straddling him and riding his cock full-tilt, her wavy hair and huge breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm. She noticed Schmitty, and both of them shared a moment of epiphany.

"Trevor?!" said Schmitty.

"Yo, what's up prez! You want next?" Trevor picked up a beer sitting next to her and took a swig without slowing down. This was even more upsetting to Schmitty than Blaine. He had seen Trevor as the future of Chi house, and now she had turned from a football star into a curvy slut.

On the couch nearby, an even more hardcore scene was taking place. A petite, dark-skinned girl was lying on her back with her head hanging upside-down off the armrest. On one end, Randall was holding her legs in the air and fucking her pussy with slow, powerful strokes. On the other end, that new pledge Sammy was gripping her head and fucking her face as fast as he could. She had saliva and tears dripping from her curly, natural hair, but Schmitty could tell she was loving every second of it. He could also tell who she was… or used to be.

"Damon, snap out of it! Can you hear me?!" Her eyes opened and gradually focused on Schmitty. He could see the humiliation in her face, but she made no effort to stop. She just let out a low moan, muffled by the dick in her mouth, and squeezed her lips around it even tighter. As Schmitty watched, Sammy's dick swelled and started pulsating between her lips. She squealed and her eyes shot open in surprise, then rolled back in her head with pleasure. Schmitty watched Sammy's cum spill out from the edges of her mouth while she rubbed her clit furiously.

As he descended the stairs, Schmitty tried to wrap his drunken, simple brain around what he had seen. The spell was supposed to bring girls to the house, but instead, it had turned half the chapter into girls themselves. Even worse, they had all started fucking the remaining men with no hesitation. Was that part of the magic, or did taking dick really feel that good? Schmitty vowed never to find out for himself, no matter how many throbbing cocks were thrust in his face.

At the bottom of the stairs, he heard the sounds of loud sex coming from all across the house. He didn't know where to turn. As chapter president, it was up to him to get to the bottom of this, but he was afraid of what he would find. If he stumbled into an orgy in progress, he didn't know what he would do.

As he passed the basement door, it swung open in front of him. To his shock, a tiny pledge whose name he hadn't learned stumbled out, totally naked. He looked exhausted, and his enormous penis was dangling fully flaccid between his legs, glistening with moisture. Schmitty couldn't take his eyes off it. He wondered what it would look like fully hard.

The two made eye contact and froze in place. Alec's eyes were wide with fear and embarrassment at being caught naked by the chapter president. Schmitty, on the other hand, didn't know whether to yell at Alec or bring him back to his room. "He has to do whatever you say," said a voice at the back of his mind.

Before he could do either, six feminine hands reached out from behind the basement door and pulled Alec back inside. He let out a yelp and stared at Schmitty with pleading eyes, but Schmitty did nothing. The door slammed shut, and the president was alone again. He tried to put the image of the freshman's penis out of his mind as he staggered toward the lounge.

With each step, the sounds of loud sex became louder, but he forced himself to go on. Before he turned the corner, he tried to prepare himself for whatever he might see. But once he entered the room, he realized he wasn't prepared at all.

The entire lounge had turned into a massive orgy. In every corner, members of Chi house were engaged in the most graphic sex acts Schmitty had ever seen. The ones who had remained male were fucking their transformed brothers with abandon, seemingly unconcerned that they had been men earlier that evening. Schmitty studied the faces of the women, gradually piecing together who they had been. A few of them were still wearing a distinctive ball cap or letterman jacket to give him a clue, but most of them had stripped naked, their skin shiny with sweat and their ample breasts bouncing as they rode their brother's cocks.

He walked through the room in a daze, as if in slow motion. No one noticed him as he passed. He had only one thought: find Dirtbag Dan. Dan had the tablet that had started all this, and it might be Schmitty's only chance to stop it before he himself turned into a desperate slut with an uncontrollable thirst for delicious cum. He just had to hope that Dan wasn't too busy fucking chicks to help him.

As he approached the couches in the middle of the room, he realized his mistake. He spotted Dirtbag Dan's beanie hat bobbing up and down, but he didn't recognize the girl wearing it. Despite all he'd learned, it took Schmitty a second to realize that she was Dan. She was straddling Francis, who was lying on his back on the floor, looking totally drained with a dopey grin plastered on his half-conscious face.

Dan, on the other hand, looked positively radiant. She had long black curls spilling out from under her knit hat, but otherwise she was totally naked. She slowly rocked back and forth on Francis's dick, grinding herself against him in a sensuous rhythm that made her body shudder and her juicy tits quiver in the air. With one hand, she was stroking the cock of a freshman standing next to her, while her other hand held a burning joint. She was taking turns between them, taking huge hits off the joint and holding them in her lungs while she lovingly sucked the hard dick to her side. Schmitty watched enraptured as she plunged the entire shaft down her throat and held it there while exhaling a massive cloud of smoke from her nostrils. She looked supremely satisfied. Schmitty had never known satisfaction like that.

On the couch next to them, a fit, petite girl with a blonde crew cut was being railed doggystyle by Louis and moaning loudly in a string of soprano grunts. It was the noises that convinced Schmitty she was CJ; he always grunted the same way in the gym. But every other aspect of the muscle-bound juicehead she had been was gone. She looked completely feminine as she bent over and submitted to the massive cock plowing her from behind. Louis slapped her ass and she let out a girlish squeak. She met Schmitty's gaze, and her eyes said everything: the shame and satisfaction of being fucked, the indescribable pleasure, the thrill of giving in to forbidden temptation… Would it be so bad to give in, Schmitty wondered?

"What's this? Fresh meat?" came a voice from behind. Schmitty whirled and saw a curvy redhead approaching him. Despite her adorable bob haircut, wide hips and milky-white, fluffy tits topped with wide, pink nipples, Schmitty knew right away that she was Trey. "Hey prez," she cooed, "Glad you finally decided to join the party. It really picked up after you left." She pressed herself against him and started rubbing his thigh. He jumped back instinctively, but she was undeterred. She picked up Dan's enormous bong off the floor and took a hit, then held it out to Schmitty.

"You want a rip? Or would you rather fuck my ass?"

"I'm not sure about that, Trey girl." The voice came from the floor. Dirtbag Dan had finally noticed Schmitty, and she was looking at him with a sly smile while continuing to ride Francis and stroking the anonymous freshman's dick with her free hand. "If it isn't El Presidente. Enjoying the party, Schmitty?"

The president finally found his voice again. "Dan, you've gotta help me end this! Where's the tablet?" Dan waved dismissively at her backpack on the floor. Schmitty dove for it, reaching in to grab the artifact. He gasped and pulled his hand back; the piece of clay was too hot to touch. He picked up Dan's discarded shirt and wrapped it around his hand before removing the tablet. It was glowing pink and gently smoking. As he brought it into the open, the pink light shone across the room, reflecting on every naked, sweaty body. Everyone let out a simultaneous moan as the light hit them, and it seemed to penetrate Schmitty's very soul, filling him with shameful thoughts. Before it could influence him any further, he lifted it above his head, ready to smash it on the floor.

"I wouldn't if I were you," said Dan.

"It's the only way to end this madness!"

"You don't know that. If you smash it, there might be no way to stop it. Or worse, it might work. Don't try and tell me you don't want to get in on this."

"It's so good, you have no idea." Trey was once again pressing herself against Schmitty. She started rubbing his hard dick through his pants. "Let me suck your cock."

"No no, not this one," Dan said, her smirk widening. "Something else has caught the president's fancy." Schmitty realized his eyes were glued on the penis in Dan's hand. She gave it a teasing lick and he shuddered. "It looks like Schmitty girl wants a taste." Both Dan and Trey giggled.

"You're lying!" wailed Schmitty, tearing his eyes off the glistening organ. "Tell me how to stop this before I lose my mind like you sluts!"

Dan rolled her eyes. "William knew about the tablet. You could ask him… if he's still here. You kicked him out of Chi, remember?"

Schmitty's stomach gave a lurch of panic. He looked up the stairs toward the freshman rooms. "Fuck! I need to hurry! Francis, come with me," he barked.

Francis looked up at him from the floor through bleary eyes. "Whuh?" he mumbled.

"He's busy," said Dan, increasing the speed of her grinding. "I'm pretty sure I can get one more load out of him. I'll send him up in a minute." Schmitty glared at her, but she just smiled. "Unless you think you can make him cum faster."

Schmitty was about to say something else, but he was distracted by the sound of CJ squealing as Louis came inside her pussy. Their mingled fluids dripped onto the floor, and Dan and Trey started giggling all over again. The smell of jizz filled Schmitty's nose and made him dizzy. Fighting off tears, he ran up the stairs.

Chapter 9: The Truth

Upstairs, William was also struggling not to cry, as he had been for the last hour. He sniffled softly as he paced around the tiny room he had shared with Alec for the past week, morosely packing his possessions. In truth, he had been finished packing for 15 minutes, but he kept circling the room, looking for anything he might have forgotten, in an effort to delay. He couldn't bear the thought of facing the Chi brothers as he walked out of the house forever.

He had never wanted to be in this stupid frat in the first place, but now that he had been kicked out, he didn't know where he would go. The sting of rejection cut him to his core. He had spent his whole life hiding his true self from the world, but no matter how hard he tried to fit in, he had still never found a place where he could be accepted. He knew he was living a lie; did everyone else know too?

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open with a bang. William yelped and spun on his heels to find Schmitty standing wild-eyed in the doorway. He had something wrapped in an old t-shirt, and he was holding it at arm's length like a ticking time bomb. William's first thought was that the president was planning a cruel prank as one last humiliation. Was Schmitty going to put dog poop in his luggage? But as William scanned the chapter president's face, he saw real panic there. What was going on?

"William! Thank god you're still here! You have to help me!"

"What?" asked William warily.

"It's your crazy magic spell! It worked! But it didn't work! It went wrong and now I'm in big trouble! You've got to stop it before it's too late!"

William stared at Schmitty in disbelief. The president was obviously wasted. "That's not possible," he said slowly. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not interested. Just let me leave in peace, OK?"

"No no no no! You can't go! You have to do something!" He unwrapped the bundle in his hand, revealing the clay tablet. William gasped. It was glowing brightly, filling the room with vivid pink light that seemed to penetrate the freshman's very soul. The cuneiform writing carved into it was illuminated from within like a neon sign, so bright that he could see the symbols even when he closed his eyes. The hunk of clay was releasing a thin trickle of smoke into the air, and sizzling with a noise that almost sounded like voices whispering.

"This can't be!" gasped William. He reached out and grabbed the tablet from Schmitty with both hands. Schmitty was about to warn him that it was too hot to touch, but to his surprise, William seemed to be able to handle it with no problem. The smoke curled from beneath his fingers, but his hands were unharmed. He stared into the symbols, the pink light radiating off his astonished face. "You said the spell worked?" he asked, not removing his eyes from the tablet. "Worked how? It summoned girls?"

"No, that's what I'm trying to tell you! It backfired or something! It turned half the house into horny chicks and now everyone is fucking!"

William's eyes snapped up at Schmitty. "You're lying. What is this, some kind of cruel joke? Have you been going through my room?!"

Schmitty was too drunk and scared to even try to understand. "It's true! Look for yourself!"

Still eyeing Schmitty suspiciously, William walked to the window. He looked out onto the backyard of Chi house, where the frat's poorly maintained above-ground pool and hot tub were located. His jaw dropped. The whole scene looked like something from a porno. In the hot tub, two naked women were blowing a senior. In the pool, a couple were fucking against the wall, splashing everywhere, while another pair were 69ing on a swan float in the middle of the water. Various other couples, triples, and quadruples were engaged in even more porngraphic acts on the patio furniture, on the patio itself, and even on the grass.

"Holy shit," murmured William, his eyes fixed on the display below. He licked his lips, and the tablet in his hands throbbed. "You're telling me these women used to be Chi brothers?"

"Yes! It got the best of us! Dirtbag Dan, CJ, Damon, Trevor… I saw them all taking dick and loving it! And I'm worried it's not done…" William looked back at him, but Schmitty averted his eyes in shame.

"I wonder…" said William, studying the tablet.

"You can stop it, right? You know how to read it. There has to be an undo spell in there!"

William looked at him with a hint of pity. "I'm sorry, Schmitty. There's nothing else on the tablet."

"What about in one of these?!" Schmitty waved hysterically at William's cardboard box of anthropology textbooks. "You know about this stuff, there has to be something!"

"You don't understand. The gifts of Inanna can never be undone. The Sumerian myths are full of stories like this. When you pray to the fertility goddess, she sees inside your soul. She never answers your prayers in the way you expected, but she always gives you what you need."

"Why would half the chapter need to turn into girls?!"

"To teach them respect. To show them the error of their sexism and homophobia." There was the slightest edge of satisfaction in Willam's voice.

"I'm sorry, OK!" Schmitty shouted into the tablet. "I've learned my lesson! I'll never say anything sexist again, and I promise I'll be nice to all the bitches and queers. Just please don't turn me into a cocksucking slut!"

William shook his head, a withering scowl on his face. The pink glow of the tablet shone in his eyes, making them flash in a way that made Schmitty cower. Suddenly, the petite, shy William seemed more confident and imposing, even scary. He drew himself up to his full height and strode to the full-length mirror across the room, studying his reflection in the magical light.

"You still don't get it," he said quietly. "The gift of Inanna isn't a punishment. She's the goddess of sexuality and passion. She only responds to desire. The deepest desires of the heart." He placed the tablet down on the desk, but the glow only intensified. It threw undulating pink light across the room, making the shadows on the walls dance like revelers around a campfire. Schmitty shrank back terrified as William slowly started unbuttoning his crisp button-down shirt.

When he pulled it off his shoulders, Schmitty's jaw dropped. Underneath William's shirt, he was wearing a red lace bra. Without a hint of embarrassment, the freshman continued undressing. He removed his shoes and pants, revealing a garter belt and a pair of panties in the same red lace. In the mirror, Schmitty could see the younger boy's hard penis tenting out the front of the panties, and he swallowed. William pulled off his pants entirely. He was wearing thigh-high fishnet stockings, which connected to his garter belt through a complicated system of straps.

Calmly, he opened one of his cardboard boxes and dug to the bottom, where Schmitty saw a selection of skirts, blouses, and lingerie. He pulled out a pair of clip-on earrings and attached them to his earlobes, then produced a pair of red stiletto heels and strapped them to his feet. He turned to face Schmitty, looking twice as tall as before in his high heels, the pink fire illuminating him from below. For a moment, he appeared to Schmitty as a high priestess, voluptuous and powerful, standing on top of a ziggurat in nothing but a few scraps of leather and a headdress shaped like a lion.

"It was you!" Schmitty yelled in a shrill voice. "Your sick desires made this happen!"

William chuckled in a haughty, yet melodic voice that cut straight through Schmitty. "I wasn't the one who read the spell. I may have wanted this, but it's your desires that Inanna heard."

Schmitty's eyes shot open in horror. "You're lying!" he shrieked. "I never wanted to be a girl!"

"You're right about that." William picked up the clay tablet and prepared to read. "You never cared about being a girl. You just want to suck cock."

Chapter 10: The Gift

Downstairs, Francis was whimpering in pain and pleasure as Dirtbag Dan ground her pussy on his sore, exhausted penis. "Come on," she moaned impatiently, "I know you've got one left in you." Her face was screwed up in concentration. She didn't even notice the cum dribbling down her chin, a gift from the exhausted freshman slumped down on the next couch.

Francis felt sure that another orgasm would kill him, but he was powerless to stop. As Dan sped up her rhythm, he instinctively grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her from below. "Mmmm yes, that's right baby," she purred. "Give me all your cum. Breed my fertile pussy." Francis knew how wrong it was, but Dan's words drove him over the edge. Gripped with a primal need, he arched his back and shoved his dick as far inside her as he could.

He let out a gasp of pain as his balls tightened, heroically summoning their last reserves of semen. His dick throbbed and bucked, exploding inside Dan's womb with a series of shuddering lurches. "Fuuuuuuck yeah," Dan moaned. Her pussy gripped Francis's cock as hard as she could as a fresh chain of orgasms rocked her body. She collapsed on top of him, but didn't let him pull out. She kept mercilessly milking his cock for every drop, ignoring his winces of pain. She only stopped when she was certain he was truly spent, then rolled off and laid on the floor next to him. After a moment, she lit a joint and started smoking it on her back.

"Best fuckin' party ever," she cooed, holding the joint out to Francis. He didn't take it. He looked like a corpse halfway through being mummified, drained of all fluids and covered in waxy, clammy skin. "Was it good for you?" Dan asked with a smirk.

"Mnguh," Francis mumbled.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot. Schmitty wanted you."

Francis groaned. "Oh no, not Schmitty too. Do you mean he wanted me, or he 'wanted' me?"

Dan laughed, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "He wanted you to meet him in William's room. Something about ending the spell before it's too late, blah blah blah. He took the tablet."

Francis shook his head, coming to his senses. Now that his balls were drained, the spell's effects were wearing off, and he found he could think clearly again. He scrambled to his feet, looking around the room for his clothes, but they had been lost in the orgiastic chaos. Cursing, he realized there was no time to waste. He took off for the stairs fully naked, stepping as quickly as he could over the bodies of the Chi men and women, who were all either passed out in piles on the floor or still fucking.

As he reached the top of the stairs, it occurred to him that he didn't know where William's room was. But he had a sneaking suspicion it might be the one with pink light and loud noises spilling out from under the door. It took some effort to open the door, but once he did, he felt a gust of wind pull him inside, knock him off his feet and slam the door behind him. He collapsed to his knees and knelt in the doorway, shielding his eyes from the blinding pink glare. Once he had adjusted, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

William stood in the center of the room in red lingerie and high heels, holding the tablet above his head. It shone like a pink star, casting a psychedelic light into every corner. Wind swirled around the tiny room, causing stray socks and bits of paper to circle around William like he was at the center of a highly localized tornado. He was chanting aloud in an ancient tongue, his voice booming unnaturally. Francis recognized it as the same spell he and the others had recited earlier, but coming from William, it sounded totally different.

He was reciting the guttural sounds as though they were his first language. His voice was deafening, with an otherworldly quality that terrified Francis. It sounded like a whole chorus of voices was coming from his mouth. Francis could hear William's male voice, but also a similar female voice, as well as a much deeper, fiery female voice that didn't sound human. Beneath it all, a cacophony of voices chanted the words along with him, as though countless hordes of worshippers were following along. A fire burned in his eyes, making Francis shrink back in fear. Schmitty was similarly cowering on the other side of the room, hiding in a corner and watching William with a mixture of terror and fascination.

William's voice grew louder, and the storm within the room intensified with it. Francis gaped as William's feet left the ground and he began hovering where he stood, the wind whipping his short hair around his head. His hair whipped faster and faster, and Francis realized it was growing longer by the second. Soon, it had grown into long, gleaming black waves that flashed in the light as they spun around his head. He threw his head back and chanted toward the ceiling. Francis saw his Adam's apple pull into his neck, leaving it slender and unblemished. His male voice faded away, and his female voice grew even louder.

His head snapped back downward, and his eyes locked onto Francis, making him tremble. Francis was shocked to see that William's face had transformed into that of a beautiful, formidable woman, with strong, black eyebrows, dark, piercing eyes, and high, haughty cheekbones. His plump lips curled into a smile as he continued chanting. The tablet still clutched in one hand, he extended his arms and legs to their full length, hovering in midair like da Vinci's Vetruvian Man. His whole body shuddered and his chanting became tinged with moans of pleasure as a ripple ran through him from head to toe.

Francis could do nothing but watch as William's arms and legs transformed from scrawny, shapeless sticks into curvy, feminine forms. They grew longer and fuller as a taut layer of womanly muscle appeared underneath the perfect skin. William's hands and feet shrank, losing their meager covering of body hair and becoming adorably delicate. His shoulders pulled inward, as did his torso. He gasped as his waist contracted in one sudden jerk, becoming impossibly narrow. Beneath, his hips flared outward, and in the mirror, Francis saw his butt expand, filling out his panties until it was perfectly round and jiggly.

Now, William looked entirely like a woman, except for his flat chest and the erection poking out of his panties. But Francis knew that wouldn't last, and despite his exhaustion, he felt a tiny, shameful rush of arousal at the thought of what was coming next. His tender, overworked penis was incapable of getting hard in this state, but it gave a twitch between Francis's legs, and he felt a powerful desire to rub it. He looked at Schmitty to make sure the president wasn't watching him. Schmitty still had his eyes locked on William, but his hand was in his pants, furiously stroking his own penis. Unable to resist, Francis started tweaking his limp member as well.

William looked at them with a self-satisfied smile. All at once, he thrust his chest out and let out a feminine gasp in the middle of his chanting. The red lace cups of his bra bulged outward as breasts burst from his chest, topped by obscenely erect nipples that poked straight through the sheer material. His hips bucked in rhythm as his breasts grew in a series of sudden spurts, each one accompanied by a moan of female pleasure. Within moments, his bra was filled with soft flesh, heaving up and down with his own ragged breath. His tits were huge, even bigger than Dan's, and Francis licked his lips with arousal as he watched them jiggle into place on William's chest.

William's dick was so hard, it strained painfully against his panties. A tiny dark spot indicated where his precum was leaking out. His cock swelled until it looked like it was about to burst, then, with a popping noise that made Francis and Schmitty wince, it retracted into his body. William grinned even as his pelvis contorted and twisted, smoothing and receding until his cute panties sat perfectly flush against his quivering crotch. Francis was sure that William now had a fully formed vagina, and his own withered penis trembled with excitement at the thought.

The whirlwind in the room died down as the last words of the spell escaped William's lips. He gradually sank until his toes reached the floor, while his hair slowly fell around his shoulders like it was losing static charge. He landed on his feet with the lithe grace of a lioness, and Francis realized he was now taller than he had been as a man. He placed the lifeless tablet on the desk, then stretched luxuriously and smiled as he studied his perfect body. Francis couldn't believe that the statuesque goddess in front of him had been shy little William minutes before. He (no, she) was the ultimate vision of female sexuality and fertility. Francis couldn't decide if he wanted to bow down before her or fuck her silly.

"Ah, Francis," she purred in tones of silk and honey, "I'm glad you came. You're just in time to help our president with a little problem." She gestured to Schmitty, who was still cowering in the corner, his hand buried in his pants. He stared at her and Francis with terror in his eyes, but his hand didn't stop moving.

"On your feet," William snapped. "Come here." Schmitty whimpered and slowly climbed to his feet before slinking over dutifully. Francis was shocked. While the chapter president still looked like himself, from his unkempt stubble to his beer belly, he had lost at least a foot of height, and must have been at least an inch or two under 5'0". His clothes hung off him like he was a little kid playing dress-up, and he stared up at the others with a timid expression that only intensified the effect.

"Good girl," said William, stroking Schmitty's greasy hair maternally. "Schmitty here… no, that won't do, what a crass name. How about… Kitty? What do you think, my dear?"

"Fuck you," mumbled Schmitty.

"What was that?!"

"Nothing, mistress!"

"That's what I thought. What's your name?"

"Kitty. My name is Kitty."

"Very, very good." She turned to Francis. "Kitty here has a favor to ask of you. She's wanted it for a long time, but she's been too shy to ask, the poor dear. Go ahead, Kitty."

Schmitty stared at William in mute appeal, but she just smiled back at him. His eyes flicked to Francis for a split second, then he blushed scarlet and looked down. He mumbled his answer into the floor.

"CnIsukyurdk?"

William raised Schmitty's chin with one finger. "Speak up, darling. And look at Francis when you address him."

Schmitty looked at Francis with tears in his eyes. "Can I… suck your dick?" he whimpered.

Francis, who had been dumbstruck since he entered the room, suddenly found his voice. "Schmitty, snap out of it! The spell has gotten into your head. You wanted me to help stop it, remember?"

The tears rolled down Schmitty's face. "It's not the spell." His voice was barely audible. "I've always wanted your cock. I can't take it anymore, I need cock now!" The last line came out as a pathetic squeak.

"There now." William gave him a loving hug. "Doesn't it feel better to tell the truth?" Schmitty sobbed on William's shoulder. Patting him on the back, William turned to Francis. "So can you help her?"

Francis stared at them in panic. He had already hooked up with two of his frat brothers, but at least they had turned into girls first. The thought of Schmitty's bearded face sucking him off was horrifying… and yet, as he imagined it, he felt his weary dick starting to stir. Once again, the taboo was arousing him, and this was the greatest taboo of all.

Schmitty pulled away from William, snot trailing from his nose. "Wait, not yet! I thought the magic was going to turn me into a girl! I can't suck his dick like this! I'm not… gay."

William gave a tinkling, derisive laugh. "We've established pretty definitively that you are. But no matter. The goddess Inanna's greatest gift can still be yours, but you have to earn it. Are you ready to prove you're deserving?"

Wiping his nose on his sleeve, Schmitty nodded. Seeing that William still wasn't satisfied, he spoke up. "Yes, I'm ready to prove I deserve it."

"That you deserve what, exactly?"

"To be a girl. To get fucked."

"That's right. So, Francis, are you ready to help?"

Francis stared from one to the other. William's seductive smile and outrageous body, combined with the submissive expression of desperate horniness on Schmitty's face, were making his head swim and his crotch tingle. He felt disgusted and aroused in equal measure. Earlier in the night, he would have been even more tempted, but he realized with a glance downward that his penis was incapable of participating even if he wanted to.

"I can't," he said lamely, gesturing at his limp dick and shriveled balls.

William laughed again. "Oh, that's no trouble. Kitty, you'll just have to convince him. Can you do that for me?"

Schmitty nodded, looking more humiliated than ever. He stepped closer to Francis and gazed up into his eyes. Francis caught a whiff of an intoxicating female odor in the air. Across the room, the tablet glowed softly on the desk.

"Please, Francis," Schmitty whined in a meek, pleading tone. "Please let me taste your cock. I've wanted it for so long, I can't pretend anymore. If you get hard for me, I promise I'll make you feel really good. I'll suck it and worship it and you can cum anywhere you want. I'll turn into a girl for you, and I'll be such a good girl. Just please, please give me your cock. Please breed me!"

Francis couldn't stand it. Schmitty's pleas rang in his head, filling him with raw, animal lust. He didn't care that Schmitty was a man, or that William was watching, or what any of it meant. He was seized with a primitive, overwhelming need to fuck. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. The tablet glowed bright pink, shining across his naked body. His sallow skin became flushed with color, and the bags under his eyes disappeared. All the exhaustion flowed out of his body, replaced by supernatural vigor. His muscles inflated, and Schmitty seemed to shrink even more as he gained another two inches of height. All his senses were heightened, and he could smell the pheromones in the air.

He felt a surge of energy between his legs that made his knees weak, and all three of them looked down at his crotch. William smiled knowingly, but Schmitty just watched in rapture as Francis's withered scrotum suddenly inflated like a balloon. Within seconds, it was taught and ripe, so tightly packed with fresh cum that it hurt. Next, his tender penis flushed purple and swelled, growing to its full length almost instantly. Then, to Francis's shock, it kept going. It grew longer and thicker, swelling in bursts timed to his heartbeat, until it finally shuddered to a stop. They all stared at it in disbelief. It must have been nine inches long and thick to match, lined with throbbing veins and twitching in the air. It was rock hard and so sensitive, Francis gasped at every breeze that touched it.

"What do you think, Kitty?" asked William.

"It's beautiful…" he murmured, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"I think it's time for you to fulfill your part of the bargain."

Schmitty looked up at Francis, who nodded. Even after everything he had experienced, he couldn't believe this was happening, or that it turned him on so much. He realized with shame that even if he had the choice between getting a blowjob from William in her goddess body or Schmitty as he was, he would have picked the president. Something in Schmitty's submissive, self-loathing desperation was making him hornier than he would have believed possible.

Breathing heavily, Schmitty sank to his knees in front of Francis. He bent in close, studying Francis's enormous member from every angle like it was a work of art. He licked his lips, inches away from the bulbous head, but seemed to hesitate at the last second. Francis was so horny, he almost grabbed Schmitty's head and shoved his dick down his throat. Luckily, William saved him the trouble.

"Go on, girl," she purred, placing her hand on the back of Schmitty's head and gently guiding it forward. "Take your medicine." Tears streaming down his cheeks, Schmitty closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and placed his lips on the head of Francis's dick. The instant they touched, a blinding pink light shone from the tablet and illuminated the room. An electric shock of pure pleasure ran through their bodies, centered on the point of contact. As it flowed into Schmitty through his mouth, he began to change.

His lips, just barely grazing Francis's dick, grew plump and juicy around the head. As he slowly ran his luscious lips down the shaft, the changes radiated across his face, shrinking his nose and jaw, softening every hard edge and pockmark, and erasing his stubble. By the time his lips touched Francis's pubic hair, his face was entirely female and completely adorable. His greasy, dark hair lightened to a platinum blonde, twisting into chin-length, feminine curls that bobbed as he pulled his head back again. When the head reached his lips, he released it with a pop. He knelt there, staring at the cock glistening with his own saliva, and hesitated for an agonizing moment. Then, blushing crimson with shame and desire, he plunged it back down his throat, causing his neck and shoulders to transform instantly. His clothes melted off him, leaving his petite, half-male body totally naked.

Schmitty was unaware of the changes happening to him. If he had been more observant, he would have noticed the blonde curls hanging from his head, but he couldn't focus on anything but the penis in his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was doing; his greatest fear and most secret desire were being fulfilled at the same time, and it was everything he had imagined and more. The rock-hard shaft stretching his lips, the warmth of the skin against his cheeks, the sharp, salty taste on his tongue… all these sensations fascinated him.

He tightened his lips around it so he could savor the feeling of every vein and ridge with his mouth. This made Francis gasp, and Schmitty moaned with satisfaction at the knowledge that he was doing a good job. He increased his speed, remembering every blowjob he'd ever received and using that experience to increase Francis's pleasure. He slurped away with gusto, propelled by his long-suppressed desire to submit, to serve, to worship a cock like a good slut.

As he got more and more carried away, his torso continued shrinking. His arms narrowed and became delicate, followed by his hands. He massaged Francis's balls, and they seemed to grow even larger as his slender, female fingers shrank. Suddenly, his nipples started itching like crazy. He released the balls and began rubbing his nipples as he sucked. It felt so good, he started squeezing and tweaking his nipples with force, aware as he did that they were growing under his fingers.

Francis watched intently as breasts grew from Schmitty's chest. They started slowly, then increased in speed while he massaged them, moaning around the dick in his mouth the whole time. Soon, his hands were filled with soft, creamy flesh. His tits didn't stop until they were overflowing. They weren't as large as William's, but he was so much shorter, they looked even bigger on him. He released them for a moment, and all three watched them jiggle into place on his chest. They were milky white, with thin blue veins running through them and wide, light pink, swollen nipples.

"I've got titties," he gasped in a high, breathy soprano.

"And they're beautiful," William said, dropping to her knees next to him. "You're beautiful." They kissed passionately, their tongues dancing around each other and their enormous bosoms mashing together as Francis stroked his dick in front of them. After a minute, William broke off.

"You're doing so well, sweetie. You're almost done. You just need one more thing. Do you know what that is?"

Schmitty nodded. "A pussy. I need a pussy so this dick can fuck me."

"That's right, good girl. I'm going to help you out here. You just focus on touching yourself. That's how you'll grow a perfect, tight little pussy."

"Oh, thank you, mistress!"

William rolled her eyes at Francis, then plunged his dick all the way down her throat in one motion. He gasped as William began deepthroating him with expert skill. Schmitty watched intently, one hand massaging his tits while the other furiously stroked the tiny dick between his rapidly feminizing thighs. Francis closed his eyes and threw his head back, his vision exploding into fireworks from the intense pleasure radiating from his dick.

William and Schmitty started taking turns sucking him off, then running their lips along his shaft and licking him up and down in tandem. Schmitty's ass expanded as he sucked, jiggling in rhythm with the bobbing of his head and gradually settling into a plump bubble shape. His legs and feet shrank, as did the rock-hard penis in his fingers. It had almost entirely slipped out of his fingers when a salty rush of precum leaked from Francis's dick into his mouth. The flavor made his body convulse, and with a shudder, his tiny cock suddenly yanked backward into his crotch, which immediately flowered into a pair of tiny, soaking-wet lips topped with a fine coating of blonde, curly hair.

Schmitty gasped as her fingers slipped inside her quivering pussy, an alien sensation unlike anything she could have imagined. She couldn't help herself; she began pumping her fingers in and out, squealing with pleasure despite the cock in her mouth. She opened her eyes and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She saw a petite, adorable blonde with oversized tits and a round ass, kneeling and sucking cock while fingering her pussy. How could she ever go back to being Schmitty after this? She was Kitty now, and Kitty loved dick.

As if reading her mind, William leant over and whispered into her ear. "Ready to seal the deal?" she asked. Kitty released the dick from her mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting it to her lips, and nodded. She got shakily to her feet, helped by William. The three Chi brothers stood there, studying each other's transformed bodies for a moment: William, the tall, black-haired Amazonian goddess with the bearing of a queen, Francis, the muscle-bound stud with the huge cock and bountiful balls, and Kitty, the tiny, blonde sex kitten with outrageous curves. It was so ridiculous, they all broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Looking good, prez!" laughed Francis.

"You too, bro!" Kitty gave his massive dick a friendly tug. "I can't stop touching this thing."

"Hey, if you can touch, so can I." Francis grabbed Kitty's tits and gave them a rough squeeze. She blushed and let out a moan. All of a sudden, their laughter was over, replaced by wild lust. Without another word, Kitty walked to William's bed and laid down atop it on her back, her feet still planted on the floor. She spread her legs, grabbed her knees and lifted them into the air, parting her pussy lips and presenting the pinkness within to Francis.

"Please," she whimpered, blushing up at him with a nubile, submissive look in her doelike eyes. "Please fuck me."

Francis didn't respond in words. He simply positioned himself in front of her, grabbed her thighs, and pressed the bulbous head of his cock against her trembling labia. With one hand, he guided himself slowly inside her until his glans was fully inserted. She gasped, looked into his eyes, bit her lip, and nodded. With an animalistic roar, he plunged himself all the way inside. Kitty screamed. She felt a stab of pain as her hymen broke. For a moment, she thought the rest of her would break too. Francis's dick was so huge, it felt like it was splitting her in half. But when Francis pulled almost all the way out and thrust inside her again, the pain vanished, replaced by a surge of intense pleasure like nothing she had ever felt. She screamed again.

"Fuuuuuuuck! That's so good! Keep fucking me! Fuck me forever!"

Francis grunted and drove himself into her again. Her pussy was so tight it almost hurt, but at the same time, it felt better than anything he had ever experienced. He couldn't control himself as he began pistoning in and out at full force, fucking the fraternity president harder than he had ever dared to fuck anyone. But the rougher he got, the more she loved it. Francis felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over to see William's face an inch away from his. She smiled and kissed him. He kissed back, and their tongues intertwined as Kitty writhed and panted underneath him. He started groping William's huge tits while she fingered her own pussy.

Kitty couldn't even think. She was only aware of the searing pleasure coursing through her pussy and reverberating across her entire body. She grabbed her plump tits and squeezed them as hard as she could while Francis's huge dick speared her from below. She felt a massive pressure building up in her belly, so intense it scared her, but she was powerless to stop herself. It grew and grew until it seemed like she would explode, and then she did. Francis drove his dick even deeper, hitting her G-spot, and she screamed as her tiny body was rocked by a titanic orgasm. The pressure burst, and her pussy squirted hot juice all over Francis's dick, legs, and the floor. She was vaguely aware of the sound of William laughing, but all she could focus on was the waves of pleasure overtaking her body.

As her orgasm slowly faded, she expected the pleasure to end. But she was shocked to discover that when Francis continued pounding away, her vagina quickly began stirring back to life. In all her sexual experience as a man, she had never managed to give a woman multiple orgasms, or even tried to, and she had honestly believed that they were a myth. She quickly realized how wrong she had been. She felt that same pressure building up in her belly again, much faster this time. Before she knew what was happening, another orgasm washed over her. This time, she barely squirted, but the feeling was just as intense as before.

She marveled at the wonders her new body was capable of. She knew right away that she was addicted to this feeling, that she would do anything to feel it again. She looked up at Francis, whose muscular torso loomed over her as he thrust into her again and again. She admired the shine glinting off his sweaty abs and the strong line of his jaw. She loved men: loved their bodies and their smell, loved the way they touched her, and loved their dicks more than anything. In that moment, she knew she only needed one more thing to be complete.

"Please!" she gasped. "Please cum inside me. Breed my pussy!"

William smiled and reached behind Francis. With one hand, she gave his balls a gentle squeeze, while her other hand stuck a slender finger into his anus. He gasped and shuddered, then instinctively bucked his hips with great force, grasping Kitty's hips and pulling them toward him as he did. He drove his huge dick as deep inside her as he could, then grunted as it burst forth with a massive cumshot. Kitty squealed in delight. She felt the hot seed shoot directly into her womb, filling her belly with delicious warmth that seemed to spread all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.

An orgasm greater than any before exploded inside her, intensified by the deep womanly satisfaction of taking her man's cum. She ground herself on his dick for what seemed like an eternity, savoring every aftershock. She was still cumming when Francis pulled out of her, his half-hard dick dribbling semen from the tip. The sight of that precious fluid drove her wild, and before she could stop herself, she dropped to her knees and began gratefully licking the last droplets of cum from his cock. She relished the salty taste of his cum mingled with the tang of her own pussy, an intoxicating flavor she knew she would crave again and again.

When they were finally spent, Francis and Kitty collapsed onto the bed, sitting next to each other and trying to avoid eye contact. They knew what they had just done, and who they had done it with. Worst of all, they knew they wanted to do it again. William, however, was smiling happily at them, without a trace of shame. She crossed the room, took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, then picked up the clay tablet. She spun around to address the pair on the bed.

"Ahem," she said, holding the tablet aloft. It pulsed pink, and Francis felt his balls inflate all over again. William grinned. "My turn."

Outside of Chi house, the night was quiet and peaceful. No one beyond its walls gave a second thought to what the brothers of Chi Chi were doing. But far overheard, a pair of dark eyes looked down, glinting with satisfaction, and a melodic, feminine laugh pierced the night air.

Preston paused in front of the door, summoning his nerve before reaching for the knob. He checked his watch: 5:58 AM. He was ahead of schedule. He had arrived on campus early to make sure he was the first freshman in the building on move-in day. That way, he could choose his bed and arrange his dorm room to his exact specifications before his roommate arrived. Nothing could be left to chance.

He remembered his mother's words at the bus station the day before. "Please be careful," she had said, wringing her shawl in her hands. "You're the first Morrison to leave home in four generations. You're a special boy, you know that. But the world is full of dangers for you. Just remember that no matter what happens, you're my angel baby and I love you." Preston wiped a tear from his eye. Reassuring himself that he had planned everything precisely, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Immediately, all of his senses were bombarded. A mix of pungent odors filled his nostrils: sweat, processed food, and a hundred others even more horrible. Dirty clothes and junk food wrappers were strewn over every surface, making the tiny room look like a patchwork quilt. And the sound… At first, Preston thought it was construction in the quad. Then he realized it was snoring.

He looked at the two twin beds in the room. Both were covered in piles of clothes, but one pile seemed to have a large, undefined lump underneath it, and it was rising and falling in rhythm with the deafening noise. Preston tiptoed in that direction. He stood in front of the pile and gave it a tentative poke with his mechanical pencil. No reaction. He tried again with slightly more force. The pile grunted and rolled over, causing a crusty bathrobe to slide off and fall to the floor.

Underneath, there was a very large man. He sprawled across the tiny mattress, his mouth wide open as he snored. His beer belly poked out from the bottom of his tattered t-shirt, rising and falling with his breath. His shaggy brown hair was stuck to his pillow with grease, and he had orange crumbs in his stubble. For a moment, Preston thought he might be a professor taking a nap in student housing. He didn't seem like the professorial type, but it was hard to believe they could be the same age. Preston looked much younger than his 18 years, but this guy could have been in his 30s.

Wrapping his hand in a tissue from his fanny pack, Preston shook the stranger's shoulder. The man took no notice and slept on. Preston tried again, more vigorously. The man grunted with annoyance and shrugged him off before turning onto his side. As he did, his penis flopped out of his boxers. Preston gasped and blushed beet red. Even flaccid, it was enormous, emerging from a thicket of bristly hair and emitting its own unmistakable odor that made Preston gag. He was fascinated with horror and couldn't look away. As he watched, it started to stiffen, extending to an improbable length. Was this slob having a sex dream? As uncomfortable as he was, Preston needed to put a stop to this right now.

"Excuse me!" he shrieked, his voice cracking. Forgetting to use his tissue, he grabbed the man's shoulder and shook it hard. "Is this room 249?!" The man's eyes finally jerked open, and he stared up at Preston in confusion.

"Whut? Oh, hey. You're, um… Preston, right? I'm your roomie, John. Welcome to paradise." He smiled faintly and rolled onto his back, his snores kicking back into high gear.

"Wait!" yelped Preston. John groaned and looked up at him wordlessly. "I'm sorry, I'm just confused. I thought today was move-in day."

"No, yeah, it is. I got the date wrong and showed up yesterday, but they let me move in early. Pretty sweet, right? That's your bed over there." He waved at the pile of dirty laundry on the other side of the room. "Just move whatever. I'm still unpacking."

Preston looked at the filthy rags covering his bare mattress. He could almost see the germs radiating from them. "Could you… please… help?"

John gave a good-natured grunt and heaved himself upright. The bed frame groaned as he rose to his feet. Standing next to Preston, the differences between them couldn't be more pronounced. John was nearly a foot taller, with wide shoulders and a chubby paunch that couldn't conceal his muscular build. He had the "dad bod" of a former athlete who had let himself go. A significant accomplishment for an 18-year-old.

His shaggy brown hair and stubble contrasted with Preston's light blond bowl cut, beardless chin, and pale complexion. Preston looked down at his own skinny body, seeming even more juvenile in the outfit his mother had picked out for him: a collared shirt tucked into pleated khakis, with pristine white sneakers on his feet and a mechanical pencil poking out of his shirt pocket.

Standing together, the two boys looked like a stereotypical nerd and the bully who torments him. But luckily, John didn't seem like that type. He gave Preston an apologetic grin as he reached over to the other bed and swept all the laundry off it with one arm. "There you go, roomie," he said, holding out his fist for Preston to pound it. "This is gonna be great."

Preston just stared at the outstretched hand. He was already planning his route back to his hometown. But no; he had come this far and was determined to see it through. Everyone back home had told him not to leave, but he knew he was meant for more, even if it required stepping way outside his comfort zone. Here at college, he could be anyone he wanted to be. And that transformation started right now.

"Hey John," he said with all the confidence he could muster. "It's great to meet you and I'm excited to be roommates. It's just… I have a lot of allergies, and I really need a clean space. I know it's a bother and I don't want to cramp your style, but it would mean a lot to me if we could set some ground rules about the room."

"Oh! Sure, bro. Say no more. Whatever you need, I got you." John looked around the room, surveying the mess. In doing so, he noticed his penis was still hanging out of his boxers. Unphased, he tucked it back in. "Like I said, this is gonna be great."

Two weeks later, things were not great. Despite his assurances, John had only made the room filthier and filthier as the days went by. Half-eaten food lay on every surface, and the trash can under his desk was already overflowing. The smell of the room overwhelmed Preston, keeping him up all night and following him wherever he went. He was sure his classmates could smell it on him, despite his daily routine of laundry and multiple showers.

Every time John left for class, Preston would don a surgical mask and thick rubber gloves to clean and disinfect from floor to ceiling. But by the time Preston returned from his own classes, the room would be just as filthy as ever. He felt like a maid, constantly picking up after his boorish master. He was rapidly losing his mind, but John seemed to take no notice. Unlike Preston, he had already made friends and was fitting into the college lifestyle with no problem. He was as happy as could be, totally oblivious to Preston's misery. As far as John was concerned, they were a match made in heaven.

"Yo, roomie!" he hollered one afternoon, as Preston stepped over a stack of pizza boxes to enter the room. John was sitting at his desk in just his boxers, playing a wrestling video game on his laptop. "I've got good news. We're going to a party tonight. Lambda kegger under the stadium bleachers. There's gonna be girls there."

"Thanks John, but I'm OK."

"Oh come on man, you gotta come. I've been telling everybody how cool you are. Wait… do you like girls? Totally cool if not."

"Yeah, I like girls. I just have a lot of studying to do."

"We're only two weeks in, dude. You need to loosen up. College is about getting lit and getting laid!" He guffawed, pounding his hairy chest like a gorilla. Preston grimaced and turned to his bed, pulling on his rubber gloves to clear it of John's dirty clothes. As he cleaned, he noticed a deposit of crusted tissues between two pairs of cargo shorts. At first, he thought they were his. They were the medicated brand he always used; he had a huge box of them stashed securely in his closet. He picked them up and gave them a tentative sniff. Immediately, all color drained from his face and he started dry heaving. His eyes watered, and it took all his willpower to prevent himself from being sick. That smell could only be one thing.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed, wheeling on his roommate. For the first time, he was unable to conceal his anger. "John! Have you been jerking off in my fucking bed?!" John stared back at him wide-eyed. He looked genuinely embarrassed.

"Oh, my bad dude." He stood up and grabbed the wad of tissues from Preston's hands. "I guess I wasn't paying attention. You just got those good tissues, you know." He balled up the disgusting mass and shoved it into his overflowing trash can. With horror, Preston realized the entire thing was full of tissues.

"This is what I was saying about the party. We're young guys, full of cum. We need to spread our seed. No offense, but you really look like you could use a nut."

"Just keep your damn cum rags off my bed, OK?! I told you I have allergies!" Preston stormed out of the room and marched straight to the library to cry.

Later that night, Preston had finally managed to achieve an uneasy sleep. In a fit of rage, he had scrubbed the entire room from top to bottom, and the sharp stench of disinfectant soothed him enough to doze off, cocooned in his blankets. He had just entered his first REM cycle when he was jerked awake by the door banging open. John stomped inside, wobbling in the doorway. He was wasted.

He didn't even close the door. He just stumbled to his desk, wrenched his laptop open and yanked down his basketball shorts, letting them fall around his Birkenstocks. "These college girls don't make it easy," he grumbled to himself, loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "Oh well. Don't take it personal, champ. You'll get 'em next time."

Preston knew what was happening, but he was paralyzed. He buried his head in his sheets, pretending to be asleep and desperately trying to ignore the disturbing sounds coming from across the room. Obscene male and female moans started blaring from John's laptop, followed quickly by a wet, slapping sound. Against his own wishes, Preston opened his eyes and peered over the sheets at his roommate.

On John's laptop, a busty blonde woman was eagerly sucking the penis of a pizza delivery man. The porn star's dick was big, but it was dwarfed by John's. Fully erect, it stood at least nine inches from his crotch, and he was stroking it up and down with tremendous force. His hand and dick were slathered with a thick coating of lotion; Preston recognized the bottle on John's desk as his own prescription skin cream.

Preston was outraged and disgusted, but he found himself unable to look away. Although he didn't want to admit it, John had been right. Preston was desperate for sexual release. At home, he had his own masturbation routine. Late at night when his whole family was asleep, he would tiptoe to the guest bathroom in the basement, lock the door, and take care of his shameful needs.

But since he had been at college, he hadn't masturbated once. The porn on John's computer, much more hardcore than anything Preston would dare to watch, and the gusto of John's self-pleasure were combining to drive Preston into a state of distraction. Filled with self-loathing, he began gently rubbing his own dick under his sheets, his eyes fixated on John's organ. The ripe, animal smells of the room and John's crotch filled Preston's nose, clouding his head and triggering receptors in his brain that had never fired before. His mother's warning flashed faintly in the back of his mind. He knew the danger of what he was doing, but he felt powerless to stop.

His heart beat faster and faster as John's grunts accelerated. Preston wondered if John was about to climax. Judging from the trash can, John wasn't kidding about being full of cum. How much would he produce? Would he do it in a tissue, or was he so drunk he would blast it all over the room? Preston wondered if his cum would smell different fresh. Were these thoughts really exciting him? He tried to will himself to remove his hand from his penis, but a force deep within his cells compelled him to continue. He prayed that John would finish soon, to save him from this torture.

As if on cue, John's hips started bucking in his chair. He reached blindly around him and grabbed Preston's best shirt, holding it in front of his dick as it erupted with cum. Huge gobs flew into the shirt and over top of it, coating the computer and wall as it kept coming and coming. Preston couldn't believe how much there was. The stench of fresh jizz reached his nostrils, and he came as well, filling his pajama pants with a much smaller quantity of his own seed. Even through his disgust, he was aware that this was the most intense orgasm of his life.

When they were both finally spent, John wiped his dick with Preston's shirt and dropped it on the floor. He lurched to his feet and yawned. Preston could see a bead of cum still trickling out of his huge cock. He stumbled forward, not toward his own bed, but toward Preston's. Preston strangled a scream as John collapsed on top of him. He rolled off and, to Preston's horror, started spooning him. Preston could feel his own cum cooling in his pants as John held him firmly in place and started snoring. This was the worst moment of Preston's life, but strangely, he found himself drifting off right away.

The next morning, Preston managed to extract himself from John's arms and flee the room before he woke up. He knew that John would have no memory of what had happened and probably wouldn't even realize he had slept in the wrong bed, but Preston was still deeply shaken by the experience. He tried to focus on his morning lectures, but he couldn't stop thinking about the night before. How would he face John again? Would his reaction give everything away? What if John found out Preston had masturbated too? What if he didn't mind?

Preston shook his head to banish these thoughts. His class had ended while he was daydreaming, and he was the only student still in his seat. He grabbed his books and hurried out before the next class shuffled in. It was lunchtime and he had skipped breakfast, but he couldn't even think about eating. He checked his watch. John should be in class right now, if he wasn't too hungover. Preston decided to chance it and return to the room.

He was in luck. John was gone, and the room was exactly as he had left it that morning, down to the crusted jizz all over John's laptop. Preston shuddered and did the only thing he could. He started cleaning. Donning his rubber gloves, he began flitting around the room at speed, stuffing dirty laundry into drawers and scrubbing every surface with manic energy. The only part he avoided was John's desk. He had no desire to get face-to-face with the disgusting dried sperm coating that corner of the room.

As he was picking up the floor, he became distracted by a half-empty bag of cheese puffs buried under a pile of textbooks. Something about it caught his attention, and he lowered his surgical mask to give it a sniff. The odor of stale corn starch and preservatives made him gag, but also reminded him how empty his stomach was. For some reason, his mouth started watering. He had barely been eating with all the stress, and in that moment, his appetite came back to him with a vengeance.

He had never eaten anything like these cheese puffs in his life. At home, his family only consumed locally produced organic foods with no seasoning. But he was so hungry he thought he would faint, and he blushed as he seriously considered giving in to this new urge. He looked around to make sure he was alone. He even drew the curtains. Then, questioning his very existence, he removed a puff from the bag with his gloved hand and took a tiny bite.

It was stale and mostly flavorless, and the flavor that was there was heinous. At least, it should have been. But when it touched his tongue, it tasted like the nectar of the gods. He began shoving fistfuls of the ancient puffs into his mouth, moaning with satisfaction at every bite. He was so distracted, he didn't even notice John enter the room.

"I have a fresh bag if you want them," John said. Preston's eyes whipped up in alarm. His face was covered in crumbs and his mouth was full. "Those are from move-in day."

Preston was so humiliated, the only reaction he could muster was anger. "Can you not leave this shit out?!" he shrieked. "I have allergies!"

"Then why are you eating it?" asked John with genuine curiosity.

"I'm… I'm not. I just… I can't have this stuff around, OK?"

"I don't mean to be a dick, but you keep talking about these allergies. I've never seen you sneeze."

"They're not that kind of allergies, OK?! Just pick up your shit. If it's not clean by the time I get back tonight, I'm going to lose it." Preston thrust the bag of puffs into John's hands and stormed out of the room.

He waited until after dinner to return. While he knew his requests were reasonable, he felt ashamed at his outburst. John might be a disgusting slob and a terrible roommate, but he was a nice guy, and Preston wanted to have a good relationship with him. He even thought they could be good friends, if they didn't have to live together. He rehearsed his apology once more in his mind before opening the door. But when he went inside, the room was dark and John was nowhere to be found.

It took Preston a moment to realize what was so odd. Then it hit him; the room was clean. John had actually picked up his stuff like Preston had asked. Of course, his cleaning wasn't nearly as thorough as Preston's. His closet was stuffed so tightly with clothes and junk, the door was straining against its hinges. There were stains in the shape of underwear all over the floor, and the smell of body odor still hung in the air. Preston was pretty sure you could bulldoze the building and that smell would remain. But all the same, he was touched.

He looked around, marveling at his roommate's surprising thoughtfulness. John had even separated all of Preston's things and placed them back on his side of the room. He had returned the tissues and lotion, and he had crudely folded Preston's clothes and placed them on his bed. Preston looked through them, realizing that some of his favorite items had been lost in the mess since he had moved in. He was on the verge of tears, until he reached the last item in the pile.

It was his best shirt. John had clearly put it on the bottom on purpose. When Preston tried to unfold it, he found it stuck together. The entire front was crusted with John's semen from when he had used it as a cum rag the night before. Despite Preston's expertise with laundry, he knew it was unsalvageable. The stain covered the entire thing, and it reeked of sperm worse than the trash can ever had. Preston gave it a sniff and felt his dinner rising in his throat.

Then he sniffed it again. There was something in the odor that he hadn't noticed before. Deep inside his gut, gears that had been inactive his whole life started clicking together. Somehow, the smell was intoxicating at the same time as it was repulsive. Preston raised the garment and took a deeper whiff. The gears started whirring, and he felt a lurch in his stomach. He needed more. Confused, disgusted and thrilled, he buried his face in the filthy shirt, filling his nose with the stench.

All of a sudden, he realized his cock was rock hard. He undid his braided belt and reached into his khakis to start stroking it as he smelled the shirt. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He had never had a gay thought in his life, but this was turning him on like nothing ever had. All over the room, John's odors came to life and invaded Preston's mind, making him moan and start jerking off even faster. It felt like the scent was getting stronger. Preston's nostrils flared as he drank it in, desperate for more.

On cue, the door opened and John stepped inside. For a moment, the two roommates stared at each other. John's eyes turned to the shirt and widened as he grasped the full extent of what Preston was doing. For the first time, he blushed. "Oh shit. I'll… uh… give you some space."

Preston panicked. He couldn't let John leave. He had to explain. "Wait! This isn't what it looks like."

"It's cool, dude. I don't care. You know we're solid no matter what."

"You don't understand. It's not because of you. I have allergies."

"Allergies… I told you before, man. If you're gay, that's OK with me."

"I'm not gay… and it's not allergies." Preston saw no choice. He had to tell John the truth. "I wasn't totally honest before. It's really hard to explain. No one outside my family knows."

"Knows about what?"

"It's some kind of genetic anomaly. Three of my brothers have it, and four of my sisters. I don't know what it's called or if it's found anywhere else. We've kept it secret for generations. But we're very sensitive to our environment. We adapt."

"I'm a communications major, bro. Dumb it down for me."

"Like my cousin Shirley, for example. She was always violently lactose intolerant. Then she married a cheese farmer, and now she can't get enough camembert. If we're exposed to something for long enough, our genes change to match it."

"And that's why you were eating my cheese puffs?"

"Right. So I need this stuff kept away from me."

"I guess I get it. But I don't get why. If you're adapting to like what I like, wouldn't that be good? It'll make us better roommates."

"I can't control it. It happens automatically, and the results are unpredictable and permanent. I can't let what happened to my mom happen to me."

"What happened to your mom?"

"I don't want to talk about it. The important thing is that human DNA is the most powerful trigger. So it would really, really help me if you could keep your semen out of this room."

"OK man, you got it. No more whacking in the room. And guess what? You're in luck. I've got a date tomorrow night."

For reasons he couldn't understand, Preston's heart sank. "Who is she?!" he asked, more harshly than he intended.

John didn't pick up on Preston's tone. "This total hottie from my mass media class. With any luck, I won't be back here till the next morning, and my balls will be drained. Everybody wins."

"Yeah…" Preston mumbled. "Everybody wins."

The whole next day passed by in a daze for Preston. His mind was filled with confusing thoughts, and his stomach had been churning ever since his masturbation session the day before. His skin felt itchy and warm, and he was consumed with a restless energy he couldn't release. He desperately wanted to orgasm, but he was afraid of the images that might pop into his head. Even as he sat jiggling his leg in his classes, he struggled with the thoughts that kept floating through his consciousness.

He kept dwelling on John's date. Who was this girl? Was she really into a big, smelly lout like him? What kind of girl was actually turned on by that? She was probably a frigid tease who didn't even care about his thick cock or bountiful balls. She would be grossed out by his cum and spit it out instead of gratefully swallowing it all with her mouth and pussy. A man like him deserved a fertile mate, ready to be bred. Couldn't he see that?

Preston realized he had an erection. His eyes darted around the classroom, hoping no one had noticed. Luckily, he was as invisible as ever. He glanced at the clock; his last class of the day wouldn't be over for another 45 minutes. Then he would have nothing to do but go back to his room and count the seconds until John came home… or didn't. The thought seemed like torture, but what was the alternative? As he stared out the window, an answer presented itself.

Across the quad, he saw John standing between two bushes, clearly waiting for someone. He was dressed in his best date outfit: the same football jersey and basketball shorts he wore every day. He hadn't even combed his hair. Suddenly, he opened his arms wide to greet someone. Preston saw a girl walk up to him and accept his bear hug, but he couldn't quite make out her appearance. John handed something to his date. At first, Preston thought it was candy or flowers. Then he realized it was a six-pack of beer.

The pair turned to walk off, and Preston was seized with a wild impulse to follow them. He collected his books and shuffled out of the room in the middle of the lecture, dodging judgmental stares from his professor. Outside, he frantically searched the horizon until he saw John and his date walking into the distance. He sprinted to catch up to them, but when he was close enough to be seen, he shifted into stalking mode. He knew how creepy this was, but he couldn't stop himself.

Eventually, the couple reached an outdoor cafe and sat down at a table facing the street. Preston ducked behind a bush and watched them as they ordered. John got a beer, while his date ordered coffee. Preston was dismayed to realize she was very pretty, although not as curvy as John seemed to prefer, based on his porn habits. She had curly brown hair and dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans. Preston hated her.

Their conversation seemed pleasant, if a little mismatched. John's emphatic body language and bellowing laugh were catching stares from blocks away, while his date was very mild-mannered. Preston couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or charmed. He watched them carefully for close to an hour before they finally got up.

He followed them down the block. John put his arm around his date's shoulder and she didn't push him away. Eventually, they stopped in front of the most romantic restaurant in town and walked inside. Preston stood in front of the restaurant, clenching and unclenching his fists.

It was over. He couldn’t go inside without being spotted. What would John say if he caught Preston stalking him? Why the hell was he stalking him in the first place? He felt so dirty. The worst part was how crushed he was. The date was going well, he had nowhere to go but home, and he felt hopeless.

He walked back to the room in a daze. Inside, he was relieved to see that John had befouled the place once again. His dirty laundry emitted a satisfying funk that comforted Preston. He picked a pair of moldy boxers off John’s bed and pressed his face into it. The noxious odor made his knees weak.

What was going on? He had become dependent on foreign foods before, like when his sister Amelie had smuggled Oreos into the house, but never a person. This was really bad. He needed to move out as soon as possible.

But the thought of moving out made him burst into tears. He buried his face in the underwear and wailed like a little girl. He crumpled onto John's bed in a fetal position and dug himself into the pile of dirty laundry, his body racked with sobs. Eventually, he settled down, gently whimpering as he wrapped the clothes tighter around him. They were still warm. He couldn't get enough of John's smell. He felt himself getting hard and couldn't even muster the energy to resist. He stuck his hand into his pants and started stroking his dick. If he could finally cum, maybe he could regain his sanity.

He remembered John's orgasm the night before. At that very moment, he might be cumming like that inside of that ungrateful slut. Preston wondered what that would feel like. He wondered what it would taste like. He remembered the smell of his cum-soaked shirt and moaned loudly. He sat up long enough to rip off his pants, toss them across the room, and pick up a single yellowed sock from the floor.

Jackpot! It was filled with ancient jizz. Preston collapsed back onto the bed and fully submerged himself in the laundry, clutching the filthy sock to his face and furiously masturbating. His dick felt hot in his hand, like it was going to explode. A tremendous heat was growing from his belly and spreading through his whole body. He felt flushed and bloated, like a pimple that was ready to pop. He was terrified of what could happen, but a growing part of him really wanted it to.

Giving in would be so easy. It was the release he had needed his whole life. But he knew what that would mean. He had been warned about this possibility his whole life, and had dreaded it ever since. But would the worst-case scenario really be that bad? A voice inside him wanted it badly, and that voice was growing stronger the longer he touched himself.

His moans turned into gasps, and he began grinding his pelvis against his hand. He was close; he could feel it. It felt like his whole body was as erect as his dick, filled with rushing blood and more sensitive than ever. His stomach was doing flips. Every cell in his body was vibrating, shifting, preparing itself for an orgasm that would rock his world permanently. He was ready. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard, it felt like it was rocking the floor beneath him. Or was that something else? Footsteps!

Preston barely managed to release his dick and bury himself motionless under the pile of laundry before the door swung open. He couldn't see anything. Had John brought his date back to the room? What if they went to the bed and found him pantsless in there? He wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth. He strained his ears to try and figure out what was going on. No one was talking. Was John alone?

"Preston?" came John's voice, tentatively. "Are you here buddy?"

Preston said nothing. He didn't have a plan, but he knew he couldn't be caught like this.

"Huh. I guess everyone's walking out on me tonight." Preston heard John make his way to the desk. Daring to peek out from between two sweatshirts, he saw John pulling up more porn on his computer.

"Fuck, blue balls again. This sucks, man. I can't believe I blew it, I'm so fucking horny. Maybe I don't have the mojo after all." Preston watched as John pulled out his dick and started stroking it pensively. He stifled a moan and tried to resist the urge to grab his own dick as well, but it was hopeless. Once again, both roommates were masturbating at the same time. Meanwhile, John kept talking to himself as he wanked.

"I don't get girls. I'm a nice guy, and I'd treat them good and stuff. I just don't know why everything has to be so complicated. They always want me to shower and pick up on hints and go places and shit. I just want to chill at home and fuck all day. Why can't I find someone like that?"

"It's me!," thought Preston, stroking his dick harder. "Choose me!"

"If I found a girl with a sex drive like mine, I'd fuckin' marry her on the spot. There's gotta be someone out there who wants this cock. Someone's gotta want to take my load!"

Preston couldn't take it anymore. He moaned loudly, and in a much higher register than normal. When he heard the feminine sound coming out of him, he clapped his hand over his mouth, but it was too late.

"What the fuck?" said John. He stood up and strode over to the bed, pulling off the clothes on top of it with one meaty hand. Preston stared up at him like a deer in headlights. John loomed over him, and he blushed to realize what he must look like. Pantsless in his roommate's bed, with his hand still wrapped around his dick.

"I didn't know you were here…" John began.

Preston snapped out of his state of shock. He scrambled to his feet and covered his crotch with a towel. "I'm sorry!" he shouted. "I didn't mean to! It's just my allergies." He felt tears starting in his eyes. He braced himself for John to scream at him, but to his surprise, he didn't look angry at all.

"No, I get it man. I'm frustrated too. College is tough, huh?" The two shared an uneasy laugh. "I gotta be honest, I wish it could work out with us. If I could meet a girl who was like you, that would be awesome."

Preston's heart leapt, and he felt a lurch deep in his stomach. "Don't say that…" he warned.

"Nah, I don't fuckin' care. You're really cool, Preston. I don't care about your gene thing or your preferences or anything. You're my dude, dude." He held out his fist. With a sheepish smile, Preston pounded it. "I just kinda wish you were a hot chick with huge tits," John added.

Preston let out a little yelp. At John's words, his dick spasmed and felt hotter and harder than it ever had. Unable to control himself, he reached down and started stroking it.

"Uh… do you need some privacy?" John asked.

"No… just…" Preston struggled to think. He tried to remove his hand from his dick, but he couldn't. "Don't say that. My body…"

"Sorry, but it's true. That would be sweet, right? It's kinda hot to think about."

"Please…" Preston bent over, jerking off even faster.

"I don't know what it is, dude, but I keep thinking about it. You feel it too, right? Like you just want to give in."

"Ahhhhhh… I… can't…"

"Don't fight it, Preston. You're mine."

Those words boomed in Preston's ears, flipping a switch inside him. His dick swelled until it felt like it was going to explode. Then, with a tiny wet noise, it was gone. He let out a strangled yelp. His hand that had been rubbing his cock a second ago was now grasping at nothing. He patted his crotch and felt unfamiliar sensations that sent chills up his spine. He raised his hand and saw clear fluid on his fingers.

"Oh no!" he squeaked. "It's happening!"

"Are you OK, bro?"

Preston clapped his hand back over his crotch, ashamed of what John would see there. He felt his entire body churning under his skin. It was too late. There was no way to stop the process now.

"Don't look!" he begged John.

"Don't look at what? Wait… what's with your face?"

Preston ran to the room's full-length mirror. His face was rippling like water in a pond. He reached up to touch it and noticed that his hand was smaller than it had been before, with dainty fingers. As he watched, his face contracted and expanded in different areas, reforming into a new shape. Every individual change was subtle, but combined, the effect was dramatic. His cheeks plumped, his chin softened, and his nose shrank and turned upward. He was horrified to realize he looked adorable. He was also horrified to realize John was watching the whole thing.

"I'm calling 911," said John.

"No!" Preston screamed, grabbing his arms. "No one can know! Don't look at me! Don't… aaah!" There was a sickening crack as his skeleton compressed. Already short, he visibly shrank several inches in one second. He looked back in the mirror and saw his shirt hanging off narrow shoulders. Keeping his hand over his crotch, he saw his skinny legs ripple like his face had done, expanding until they assumed a curvy, feminine shape.

He felt a sharp pain as his waist contracted. It knocked the wind out of him, and for a terrifying moment, he couldn't breathe. He only managed to exhale when the pressure in his abdomen broke, and his hips suddenly flared out from his sides. John, who was standing behind Preston as he looked in the mirror, had a perfect view of Preston's bare ass blowing up like a balloon and jiggling into place. It was perfectly round and large enough that Preston could see it from the front in the mirror. It contrasted sharply with his narrow waist. Stepping back, Preston realized he now looked exactly like a girl, except for his bowl haircut and the flat chest under his button-down shirt.

"Is it over?" John asked.

"I think so," lied Preston. He knew what was about to happen, but prayed he would be spared, even as the voice in his belly grew excited at the idea.

"Good…" said John, but he didn't sound convinced either. He even seemed disappointed. That thought further excited Preston, and he noticed his nipples start tingling under his shirt. They itched and throbbed, and he was forced to reach up and start rubbing them through the thin material.

"Oh no…" he groaned. He started pinching and teasing his nipples, which grew larger and more erect. Even John could see the change through Preston's shirt, and he was watching with rapt fascination. His dick started stiffening again, and that made Preston play with his nipples even harder. Suddenly, with a high-pitched moan, he felt his hands fill with soft, almost liquid flesh. John watched a pair of perfect teenage breasts burst from his roommate's chest, poking through the shirt as Preston played with them.

As they both stared, Preston's chest grew larger and larger. John was totally lost in the sight. He started stroking his dick as Preston kneaded his growing tits and moaned in a voice that was rising in pitch every second. The two roommates stared at each other's bodies and touched themselves wordlessly. It was a bizarre scene, but somehow it turned both of them on immensely. Preston was so distracted, he didn't even notice when his tits finally stopped growing.

"Are they done?" John asked breathlessly. "They're huge…"

Preston looked down. He could no longer see his feet. His boobs were indeed massive, overflowing from his hands and pushing his shirt out far in front of his torso. His erect nipples were clearly visible through the material. Remembering his shame, he removed his hands, causing his tits to jiggle for a second. He covered his crotch and looked up into John's eyes, blushing crimson.

"It's done," he managed to say. He had a woman's voice, high and melodic.

"What the fuck just happened?!"

Preston looked at his reflection in the mirror. "I turned into a girl," he replied blankly. There was no use denying it. He wasn't just a girl; he was a woman. He had an adorable face with big blue eyes and creamy skin under his ridiculous boy's haircut. His arms and legs were dainty and pleasantly plump. His body was petite but curvy, with a narrow waist, wide child-bearing hips, and massive tits and ass. He was forced to admit he looked incredibly hot.

"You're so hot!" blurted John. "This is crazy! Is it the gene thing? It can turn you into a girl?"

"That's mostly what it does," Preston said miserably.

"How long does it last?"

Preston looked at John with tears in his eyes. "Forever. This is what happened to my mom. She was a boy too. She and my dad were best friends, until they went ice fishing and got snowed in for a week. By the time they got back home, she was pregnant."

"Was it… me? Did I do this to you?"

Preston blushed again and averted his eyes. "Kinda. I mean… yeah. But it's not your fault. You didn't know."

"I'm so sorry, man. I'm such an asshole. You asked me to clean up my shit and instead I've just been rubbing it in your face this whole time. Can you forgive me?"

He grabbed Preston by the arms. The force of his strong hands on Preston's delicate limbs made him yelp in pain, but also sent chills through his body. He felt his stomach churn. This was the worst part. He knew the cycle; he had been warned about it his whole life. Now that he found himself in the exact moment he had always feared, he felt every emotion at once. Dread, fear, shame, excitement…

"I forgive you," he said, "But I need your help."

"Anything, man. I told you before, anything you need. Just name it. I got you."

Preston couldn't look him in the eye. "It's hard to explain. I'm ashamed…"

John took him by the hand. "Anything," he repeated with shocking sincerity.

"I changed for you. My body imprinted onto your DNA. It's an atavistic reproductive adaptation tied to estrus."

"Huh?"

"It's like we're linked. My body changed to fill a need, and now I have to fulfill that role. It's instinct, I can't help it."

"I still don't get it."

Preston was getting increasingly frustrated. He writhed where he stood. The pressure within him was building, and if he didn't release it soon, he would lose his mind.

"It's because you're horny, don't you get it? Seeing your cock every day, smelling your body and your cum… I became a girl for you! It's my purpose!"

"You mean…" John let go of Preston's hand. For a moment, Preston thought he was going to leave the room in disgust, and he felt despair rising in his chest. Instead, John gingerly took Preston's other hand, the one that was still covering his crotch. With gentle but irresistible force, he pulled the hand away, leaving a trail of fluid from Preston's fingers to his groin.

They both looked at Preston's vagina for the first time. It was perfect. A light dusting of blonde hair covered delicate labia and a visibly engorged clitoris. It was soaking wet. Slick fluid soaked the entire area and ran down Preston's legs to pool on the floor. John's dick stiffened at the sight, making Preston's pussy throb.

"Please…" Preston whimpered, putting his hands on John's shoulders. "You have to help me."

"I don't know…" John replied, concerned. "It feels wrong. Are you sure you want this?"

"God, I want it. I can't believe how much I want it. Please…" he begged, "I need you!"

That was all it took. John wrapped his hands around Preston and pulled him close with violent force. Their lips crashed together and Preston's mouth opened automatically. Fireworks exploded in his brain as John's tongue invaded his mouth. He couldn't believe his first kiss was with a man, or that he was enjoying it so much. He kissed John back with unrestrained passion, their tongues intertwining as Preston moaned in a breathy soprano.

He pressed his torso against John, marveling at the intense sensations running through his new body. He ground against him, feeling his breasts flatten against John's stomach. He could feel John's hard cock rubbing against his belly, and it made his pussy drip even more. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, desperate to explore every inch. They twined their fingers in each other's short hair as they kissed. Preston had never felt so sexy, so hungry, so fulfilled…

Suddenly, John pulled away. Preston tried to hold him back, but he was no match for John's strength. John looked at him sheepishly; for a terrifying moment, Preston thought he had changed his mind.

"Can I… see your tits?" John asked. Preston blushed, bit his lip and nodded. He was humiliated by the massive mounds on his chest, but the embarrassment just turned him on even more. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang open while he stood quivering, unsure what to do next. John took the lead, pulling the shirt off Preston's delicate shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

Now totally naked, Preston looked down at his new body for the first time. His tits were huge, with creamy, unblemished skin and large, pink nipples standing out erect. He studied them in the mirror. They were the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. He realized John was staring at them too.

"Do you like them?" he asked timidly.

"Uh… yeah. Honestly, they're incredible. I'm like, trying to think of a pornstar with better tits and I can't. You could make a fortune."

Preston scowled. "Thanks, but no thanks. They're just for you." He blushed at his own comment, but it seemed to do the trick. John's eyes went wide and his nostrils flared.

"Holy shit…" he breathed. "Can I touch them?" Preston nodded again. John reached out and gave Preston's right breast a tentative squeeze. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine. He wanted more.

"You can be a little firmer, if you want." John took that invitation to heart. He attacked Preston's tits with such ferocity, it made Preston scream. He squeezed them hard in his powerful hands, kneading them in every direction and rolling the nipples around between his fingers. He bent down and buried his face between them, kissing every inch. He popped one nipple in his mouth, then the other, then alternated between them, leaving a trail of saliva as he sucked, licked, and teased them with his teeth.

Preston was in heaven. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have his tits manhandled. He was like a lamb in the clutches of a wolf. No matter how forceful John got, no matter the pain that came with the pleasure, he couldn't get enough. He mewled and moaned where he stood. With one hand, he started fingering his sopping-wet pussy. His other hand, acting on pure instinct, found John's cock and started rubbing it up and down. It felt enormous in his tiny hand.

His face still buried in Preston's tits, John removed Preston's hand from his pussy and replaced it with his own. With surprising tenderness, he began gently stroking the lips with his fingertips. Preston's knees went weak. He could feel every nerve ending in his vulva, and all of them were on fire. He could hear the wet noise of his juices flowing over John's hand. John started rubbing his clit with his thumb. Preston's breath caught in his throat. He thought he would faint. He might be a virgin, but John had clearly done this before, and he knew his way around a vagina. Preston succumbed to the sensation, knowing his orgasm wasn't far off.

Just when he thought he was about to go over the edge, John stopped. He pulled back, revealing Preston's obscenely engorged nipples dripping with saliva. Then, before Preston could react, John picked him up and deposited him on his bed, on top of the pile of laundry, as though he were as light as a feather. Removing his own shirt, he stood above Preston fully naked. Preston stared up at him, terrified and fascinated by John's body. It was beautiful.

Preston couldn't believe how much John turned him on. Everything about his roommate that had repulsed him at first now made him hornier than he could have imagined. He had never had this reaction to a man before, or even a woman. It was like seeing in color for the first time. Every detail burned itself into his brain and filled him with desire. He loved John's greasy, shaggy hair and unkempt beard. He loved his powerful shoulders and large hands. He loved the rippling muscles running up and down his entire body, visible through a layer of pudgy flab.

He loved that too: the double chin and beer belly, covered in thick hair. It looked so cozy. He wanted to curl up on John's chest like a cat and fall asleep. He wanted to coil his fingers through the dense thicket on his chest, legs, and back. He wanted to feel John's coarse pubic hair on his lips as he engulfed his beautiful cock in his mouth. He wanted that cock more than anything. He was seconds away from begging for it when John took action.

He crawled onto the foot of the bed, making it sag under his weight, and positioned himself in front of Preston's crotch. Filled with shame, Preston closed his legs, but John was undeterred. He simply spread them with his powerful hands, revealing the pink interior of Preston's brand-new pussy, dripping love juice all over the bed. Preston was so humiliated he could die. John bent down and gave it a deep sniff, then let out a deep, guttural growl of lust. "You want me to eat your pussy, baby?" he asked.

Preston whined with arousal at the sound of the word "baby." Unable to speak, he looked away and nodded. Then, without warning, he felt John's hot breath on his wet pussy. John started licking up and down the length of his vulva, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Preston's body exploded in pleasure. He had never felt anything like this. John sucked and nibbled his clit, making his moans rise another octave.

Preston felt unbelievably feminine, an alien feeling that thrilled him to his core. John's bristly cheeks and huge head between his legs were undeniably masculine, and he felt tiny and weak in comparison. He could sense his orgasm building once again. He had been denied release for weeks, and the sexual pressure he had felt in his balls was magnified ten times in his womb. Even an earthquake couldn't stop him now, but John didn't know that. He was putting all his effort into pleasuring Preston, his breath fast and his face slick with sweat and pussy juice.

Suddenly, Preston felt a thick finger slide between his lips. For a split-second, he panicked, but when his brain registered the sensation, his fear turned into ecstasy. He gasped as John reached further and further until his fingertip pressed up against the back of the clitoris, hitting a spot Preston had been unaware of. John stroked Preston's clit from behind and licked it from the front, and Preston felt a tidal wave growing in his belly. Almost there… almost there…

John must have figured out what was happening, because he suddenly drove his finger all the way in, simultaneously sucking on Preston's clit as hard as he could and reaching up to grab a tit with his free hand. That did the trick. Preston's mind went blank as a massive orgasm rocked his body from head to toe. He convulsed so violently on the bed, he would have been in danger of hurting himself if John hadn't been pinning him down. John kept licking and fingering his pussy, extending Preston's orgasm into a seemingly endless chain of climaxes. They kept coming and coming, making him tremble and whimper with pleasure every time.

Even when John finally raised his head, Preston kept grinding his pelvis against the air, savoring the last aftershocks. He never wanted it to end, and he massaged his own breasts as the sensation gradually faded. It felt like minutes before his mind was clear enough to remember where he was. Who he was. Who was he?

He opened his eyes and saw his answer. He was John's woman. His lover knelt above him, watching his naked body and slowly stroking his rock-hard dick. Preston's eyes fixed on that dick with renewed fascination. His first female orgasm had shaken loose the last resistance in his mind and revealed a powerful instinct to service his man. Her man. She was a woman now, just like she was always meant to be.

Filled with nervous energy, Preston sat up, still trembling from her orgasm. Her legs felt weak, but her resolve was strong. She knew what she wanted to do, and she felt hopeful John wouldn't object. But still, she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. She just gently grabbed John by the hips and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, shaking with nerves and anticipation, she knelt before him and looked into his eyes, scared that he would reject her. Instead, he just grinned. Preston's heart melted. She was in love.

She looked down at John's enormous dick, standing straight up from his forest of pubes and twitching in the light. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She gingerly took it between her dainty fingers and turned it around, studying it from every angle. It was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. Nine inches long and thick to match, the burly shaft curved upward elegantly, topped by a bulbous shaft dripping with precum.

Once again, she was amazed by her own arousal at features of John's penis that had horrified her before. The engorged veins, wrinkled balls and pungent aroma made her mouth water. Even her shame at her own reaction turned her on. This was the ultimate forbidden fruit, and she wanted to taste its juice.

"Do you like my dick?" John was looking at her sweetly. Preston could tell it was a genuine question. She blushed before answering.

"I love it. It's perfect."

"Some girls say it's too big."

"They don't deserve it." She bent down and sniffed the length of the shaft. John shuddered.

"Please touch it," he moaned. Preston didn't have to be asked twice. She wrapped her tiny fingers as far around it as she could and started stroking it up and down. John threw his head back and let out a deep sigh. Preston could feel his heartbeat through his dick, and it got faster as she gradually increased the speed of her motions. With her other hand, she began rubbing his huge balls, amazed at their weight and how they responded to her touch.

She tried to remember what felt good about touching her own penis, but those memories seemed like a lifetime ago. Seeing one from the other side, let alone a monster like John's, felt totally alien… and yet eerily natural. She drew on instincts deep within her genes, letting her hands guide the way. Her body was telling her to shower this cock with love, so that's exactly what she did.

She ran her smooth hands up and down its full length, entranced by its warmth and the way the skin moved along the rock-hard shaft. She experimented with different techniques: slowly caressing it, stroking it hard and fast, rubbing the sensitive spot just under the base of the head… It seemed to be working, because John let out a different kind of moan at each one. His reactions filled Preston with pride. She wanted to learn everything there was to know about pleasing him.

His breath grew faster, and a steady trickle of clear precum started dribbling from his urethra. It sparkled in the light, hypnotizing Preston. She bent closer to smell it. It wasn't as potent as his semen, but it had a trace of the same intoxicating odor. She wondered what it would taste like. Unable to control herself, she gave it a tiny lick, hoping that John wouldn't notice. Instead, he gasped the instant her tongue touched him.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Did you just lick my cock?"

"I'm sorry! It's your precum. I didn't want to make a mess." He gave her a skeptical look. "And I wanted to know what it tasted like."

"What does it taste like?"

Preston saw no alternative. She bent down and gave his glans a slightly larger lick. He shuddered underneath her, and she rolled the droplet of precious fluid around her tongue, studying the taste. "It's sweet," she said.

"Do you like it?"

Preston wasn't sure. The flavor was subtle, and unlike anything she had tasted before. She licked it again, letting her tongue dwell on the tip of his cock as she collected all she could. Closing her eyes, she focused on the flavor. It was indeed sweet, a little salty, with a distinct tang. There was an underlying flavor, too. The unmistakable essence of John.

Seized with an undeniable craving, she bent back down and engulfed the entire head in her mouth, desperately sucking out the precum. The taste sent shockwaves down her throat and all the way to her pussy, making it flow harder than ever before. She was instantly addicted.

"It's so good!" she moaned, her mouth full.

"Fuck, baby!" John exclaimed. "That feels amazing. Please suck my cock!"

"I want to! I really really want to. But I'm scared. It's so big…"

"Take your time. I know you can do it."

Preston stared at the huge organ in front of her. It bobbed back and forth in time with John's ragged breath. It was rock-hard and purple, standing up at a right angle from his body and pointing straight at her face. She wondered if it hurt to have a dick that hard. It turned her on to think of how horny she made John. He was desperate for her touch, for the relief that only she could provide. All she had to do was give in.

But her fear was real. What if she gagged? What if she hated it? The thought of such a huge organ entering her mouth was terrifying. It was one of her lifelong nightmares, ever since the day her mother had sat her down for The Talk. Even more than intercourse, this image had haunted her. Something about giving a blowjob felt so submissive, so shameful, so gay… Giving in to the urge would violate the identity she had spent her whole life protecting. And that just made it hotter.

John took Preston's chin in his hand, breaking her out of her reverie. He looked into her eyes. "Don't be afraid. I'd never hurt you." Tears spilled from Preston's eyes. She leapt at John, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. As she nibbled his lips and teased his tongue, she could feel his dick between her tits. Without breaking away from his kiss, she pressed her cleavage around it, caressing it with her soft flesh. It felt so girly, she couldn't help but giggle through her arousal.

She looked down to see the head of his penis poking out from between her boobs. Her chest was shiny with John's precum. Desperate to taste it, she licked the tip. John gasped. Then, before she could chicken out again, she squeezed her eyes shut and engulfed the entire head in her mouth. It felt enormous, but she resisted the urge to pull back. Instead, she tightened her lips around it and began gently sucking. She probed its surface with her tongue, investigating it by touch. Yup, it was definitely a dick.

She tried taking it in a little deeper. Now her lips could clearly discern the texture of his shaft. Her tongue was perfectly positioned to caress the tender spot under his head, so she gave that a try. The dick shuddered in her mouth, and she heard John moan underneath her. She opened her eyes; all she could see was John's hairy pelvis inches in front of her face.

Preston couldn't believe it. She was sucking a cock. How did this happen? A few weeks earlier, she had been an 18-year-old boy, excited to finally leave home for college, hoping to find a girlfriend. Now she was kneeling on her dorm room floor, tits jiggling on her chest, with her lips wrapped around her roommate's thick cock. She had been warned about this exact danger her entire life, and she had lasted a total of two weeks before succumbing to the temptation. She felt like such a slut.

Suddenly, she was aware of John's hand on the back of her head. "Keep going," he moaned, as he ran his fingers through her blonde bowl cut. Obediently, she opened her mouth wider and took another inch of him inside. He moaned loudly, and she began bobbing her head back and forth as far as she dared. She could taste a fresh stream of precum, and the flavor sent sparks rattling around her brain. His pleasure excited her to her core, filling her with a sense of pride that outweighed the shame of having a penis in her mouth.

She might be a slut, but she was John's slut. Only he had this effect on her. In his arms, all the doubt about her identity melted away. All that mattered was pleasing this wonderful man. She started sucking his shaft harder and wrapped her right hand around the base, eager to stimulate as much of his penis as she could. It felt so fulfilling to service him like this. She could no longer deny the truth. She loved sucking John's cock.

Consumed with curiosity, she glanced across the room at her reflection in the full-length mirror. It was exactly as she had imagined. Her tits swung freely as she bobbed her head up and down on John's dick. She looked tiny between his thick, hairy legs, on her knees with her pert ass sticking out. She couldn't believe the girl in the mirror was her. She looked so natural, blushing with embarrassment and arousal as she made eye contact with her own reflection.

The sound of John's moaning snapped her out of her reverie. She had a job to do. With renewed enthusiasm, she lowered her mouth onto his dick even further. She was shocked to feel his pubic hair brush against her lips. He was all the way inside, and she felt no pain. In fact, she felt fantastic.

With a passionate moan of her own, Preston began bobbing her head up and down the full length of John's cock, pulling back until her lips just grazed the tip before plunging his entire shaft back down her throat. Her rhythm was slow, but she made sure to maintain suction the whole way, feeling every ridge with her lips while gently massaging the underside with her tongue. John gasped.

"Fuuuuuck!" he exclaimed, "That feels sooooo good. You're amazing, Preston!" Preston's pussy throbbed at the sound of John saying her name. She increased her pace, and John's moans transformed into animal grunts. It made Preston so happy to pleasure him like this. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life worshiping this cock.

She fingered her sopping pussy as she went. Saliva and precum dribbled down her chin and onto her tits, while her own pussy juice ran down her fingers and thighs. She could tell they were both close to orgasm, and she didn't know which one she was more excited for. The thought of John cumming in her mouth still scared her, but it also turned her on more than she would have thought possible. The image brought her even closer to her second female orgasm.

John's breath quickened and he started bucking his hips faster. He was fucking Preston's willing mouth, and she couldn't get enough. She tightened her lips and sucked on the pistoning shaft, desperate to draw out his cum. She was so close to orgasm; all she needed was to taste his seed and she knew she would cum all over her fingers. "Please," she found herself thinking, "please…"

Then, without warning, John suddenly pulled his penis out of Preston's mouth. She was confused; had she done something wrong? She opened her mouth and dove for it, but John pulled away. Tears sprung into Preston's eyes. He had rejected her after all. She should have known he would see her for the freak she was. She couldn't even bear to look him in the eyes.

"Preston…" came a voice from above her. Despite her shame, she obediently raised her eyes. John looked even more embarrassed than she was. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "That was really good, but…"

"It's OK," Preston said, choking back tears, "I shouldn't have…"

"Can I fuck you?"

Preston's heart did a somersault. "Really?"

"Is that weird? You're just so hot and I really like you. You were sucking my dick and it was awesome and I was about to cum but I just really wanted to fuck you and I thought you might…" He blushed and trailed off.

Preston laughed out loud in a girlish giggle that surprised them both.

"What?" John said, scowling.

"You've got no game, bro." This time they both laughed.

"Yeah, you're right," John chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "No wonder I keep striking out. I'm lucky my roommate turned into a hot chick."

Preston grinned. Rising from her knees, she crawled onto the bed on top of John. Her pussy hovered over his cock. She leaned in until their lips were almost touching. "You are lucky…" she purred. "Your roommate turned into a hot chick who loves your dick. She started softly stroking it. "I'm lucky too…"

Her seduction was cut short when John grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her around. Now he was on top of her, the engorged head of his cock tickling her wet lips. His eyes burned. "I need you," he growled.

"Fuck me," whimpered Preston.

Without another word, John thrust his nine-inch cock inside Preston. She gasped at the feeling of it sliding into her vagina, a sensation she could never have imagined. It was enormous. She worried for a moment that it would seriously injure her, but there was no pain. Her pussy opened up for John's giant organ as though it had been made for him. With a surge of ecstacy, Preston realized that it had been.

Within an instant, John had buried his entire cock inside Preston. At the moment their pelvises touched, the bulbous head reached a spot in Preston's cervix that made her see sparks. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn't breathe. When she finally managed to exhale, her breath came out as a single word.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed in a high-pitched squeak.

"Do you like it?" John gasped.

"It's so good!" she yelped. "Keep going! Fuck me forever!"

With a manly grunt, John started pumping his dick in and out of Preston's pussy slowly and deliberately. On each stroke, he would draw his cock out until his head was just barely within her labia, hold it there for an excruciating instant, then powerfully drive it back, deeper than Preston would have thought possible, until it reached her G-spot and made her scream with pleasure.

She couldn't believe what she was feeling. An hour before, she could never have imagined having a vagina. Now, she was aware of every nerve ending inside hers. She could feel every detail of John's perfect cock as it slowly slid in and out. When he withdrew, she would whimper and whine, gripping him tightly to keep him inside. Every time he thrust into her, she would feel a rush of terror as his massive organ threatened to split her in two. But that would immediately be followed by an overwhelming ecstasy that made her moan like an animal in heat. A man was invading her body and soul, and she couldn't get enough.

"More," she begged. John growled and increased his pace, putting more force into each thrust. Preston wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him as deep as she could. Her pussy milked his cock, desperate for something only he could provide. With alarm, she realized she was thinking about him cumming inside her. She couldn't let that happen, could she? But the idea of being filled with his semen was unbelievably erotic. She was made to take his cum, and her entire body screamed for it.

John's breathing sped up with the exertion of his fucking. He was sweating freely, dripping all over Preston's face and body. The acrid smell made her even hornier. Was there any bodily function of his that didn't excite her? Their sex was dirty at the same time as beautiful, shameful at the same time as fulfilling. She had no idea how she would feel about this experience, or about herself, in the morning, but she was 100% certain she was addicted to John's dick. She would never be able to live without this feeling again, and she didn't want to.

"Can I try something?" John grunted in her ear. Unable to speak, she moaned in agreement. She would try anything with him. Pulling out of her, he got to his feet, then lifted her up and flipped her around. With a surge of embarrassment and excitement, Preston realized what was happening. He bent her over the bed, her face buried in his dirty laundry, and inserted his dick into her from behind. Her eyes bugged out at the sensation.

John started fucking Preston doggystyle, somehow reaching even deeper than before. Preston's moans didn't sound human. This was even more exquisitely degrading than sucking his dick. She could feel her tits sway with every thrust, and his powerful hands gripped her hips and held her in place while he dicked her down. She was totally in his control, and she wanted to stay that way for the rest of her life. But first, he had to cum inside her. She no longer cared about the consequences; her womb demanded his seed, and she was powerless to refuse.

His rock-hard dick started to swell inside her, and the thought that he was getting close made Preston's pussy throb just like it had before her last orgasm. She knew that as soon as he came inside her, she would follow, and she squeezed him even harder to bring it on as soon as possible. She had a lifetime to savor this feeling, but in that moment, she needed release. And she could tell John did too.

"Fuck baby," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yeah baby, give it to me. Please cum inside me. I need it."

"But… we can't do that, right?"

"Yes we can. Please John!"

"You're not thinking straight."

"I don't care! I need your cum! Fill my pussy! Knock me up!"

But John had more self-control than Preston. She felt him withdrawing, and gripped him desperately with her fingers and pussy to keep his dick inside her. It was no use; he was much too strong. She felt his dick pop out of her sopping-wet pussy with a pang of despair. All she could do was stare up at the dorm room ceiling. But then, John leapt onto the bed and took position over her. She looked down just in time to see him shove his cock into her mouth.

Her muffled shriek of surprise immediately shifted into a moan of pleasure. She could taste the tang of her own pussy on his dick, and she sucked it as hard as she could while furiously rubbing her clit. With one violent thrust of his hips, he stuck his cock all the way down her throat. She felt it jerk, and suddenly her gullet was filled with liquid heat. The fluid spilled back up her throat, landing on her tongue and filling her brain with a salty, pungent flavor. When she tasted John's DNA, the final switch in Preston's mind clicked into place, and her pussy exploded in the orgasm she had been waiting for her entire life.

Electric surges of pleasure spread from her vulva through her entire body, making her convulse on the bed. She thought she would die from the pleasure. Meanwhile, John's dick kept erupting in spurt after spurt of hot cum. Preston eagerly swallowed every drop. Every time she thought her orgasm was dying down, a fresh burst of John's cum would trigger it all over again. She whimpered and rubbed herself, savoring the last aftershocks as John's ejaculation finally slowed. She allowed his dick to escape from her lips, content to lovingly lick away the last dribbles while she gently fingered herself.

When neither of them could extract any more pleasure from each other's bodies, John pulled away, still straddling Preston's torso. They looked into each other's eyes, totally spent. Preston didn't know what to say. "That was… really good," she managed.

John just grunted, exhausted beyond the point of words. Stumbling to his feet, he collapsed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Preston and spooning her. One hand curled around her tit, while his nose buried itself in her matted, sweaty hair. "Love you goodnight," he mumbled.

Preston blushed. "I love you too," she said, but he was already snoring. Smiling, she nestled herself deeper in his strong arms. She felt totally safe, in a state of pure bliss and relaxation she had never thought possible. They would have a lot to figure out tomorrow, but as John's snoring lulled Preston to sleep, she couldn't manage to worry. She was finally at peace.

When Doug discovers his grandfather's lost invention, he has no idea of the pleasures and consequences it will bring.

Slut Ray
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."