Multiple Variations
Maxwell Avoi
Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi
Smashwords Edition
Multiple Variations
By Maxwell Avoi
Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi
Misapplications of Mad Science
By Maxwell Avoi
Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi
She wailed as she slammed her hips into me, trying to get me as deep as possible. For myself, I was doing the best I could to do the same, but she was in control thanks to her enthusiasm. I had reached the point of groaning my own pleasure while I pulled her hips as close to me as I could get when she finally came in a cascade of cries, clawing at the bed sheets while she clenched down tight on me. It was enough to send me over as well and I pushed as deep as I could while I filled her. My body shook with hers and her strong legs wrapped around me to make sure that I stayed deep as long as I could.
Finally, as with everything, it ended. I lay on top of her, gasping. My muscles felt like three-day-old balloons. She shuddered quietly while aftershocks of pleasure rumbled through her. Finally she opened her gorgeous eyes and smiled up at me. “Thanks, Terry,” she said. “I was about to start climbing the walls.”
“Always glad to help,” I said, tweaking her left breast a little. She gasped and jerked a little. I snickered and rolled off of her, lying on my back.
Jessie rolled so that she was pressed up against me, facing me. Her enormous breast rolled over my arm and onto my chest, and I stoked the side of it. She sighed very quietly at the touch, partly with exasperation and partly with the quiet pleasure that it gave her. “Did I tell you about the magician I found?” she said.
I laughed. “You didn’t have time to tell me much of anything except ‘Right now!’”
Jessie glowered at me. “Yeah, yeah. You know how it is, smart-ass.”
“I do. What magician?”
She grinned, her teeth perfect and even. “I found a guy who specializes in transformation magic. He says that he can probably break the curse.”
I stared into her eyes, shocked. “What, seriously? She said that it couldn’t be broken.”
Jessie nodded and sat up, her breasts sliding into giant teardrop shapes over her flat belly. Rather than being fatigued from our lovemaking, she was energized. It was always that way afterward. She said, “He thinks that it wasn’t as bad as she said it was, because something like that would take a lot more preparation than just a few seconds. So unless we managed to piss off a witch queen, then he thinks that it should be reversible.”
“There haven’t been any witch queens for three hundred years,” I said.
She nodded, grinning cheerfully while her blonde hair swirled and her breasts jiggled with the motion. “Exactly! He said it would be around a thousand dollars, and I told him that we could come up with that for something this important.”
“Yeah, totally. I’ll sell off some of the stocks and we’ll be golden. When do we go see him?”
Her grin widened just a little. “A week from today.”
Mine fell. “Oh. So not until after…”
“Sure, but who cares? Once we go see him we don’t have to worry about it again, right?”
I snorted. “Sure, easy for you to say?”
She glared at me. “Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how hard the last three days were?”
I had some idea. I’d been away at a conference, a series of programs on how to survive as an independent potioneer in today’s market. I’d hated to leave her alone for so long but there just hadn’t been the money for both of us to go. As soon as I’d walked through the door she’d attacked me and a couple of strenuous hours later here we were. I was exhausted.
“Yes, I have some idea,” I said, smiling a little.
“Yeah, yeah, felt great, but that’s true every time. It was the earliest appointment I could get, okay? We’ll just have to survive it until then.”
“YOU will. Full moon’s tomorrow.”
I opened my eyes in time to see her try to hide a grin. “Yep. But hell, last time, right?”
“I sure hope so.” I closed my eyes again and she got up to go. I barely had the energy to watch her wrap her spectacular body in her silk robe and head to her own room. I was asleep seconds after she closed the door.
Thoughts of Jessie filled my head that night. It was normal for the night before the change. I woke up at midnight, sitting upright in bed with a gasp like someone who’d been thrown into a mountain stream. A moment of absolute cold passed over me and I wormed my way back under the covers again, resigned to what I would find in the morning.
I woke up around nine. I hadn’t set an alarm because I liked to sleep as late as I could on the night before the change. We had the shop closed that day. Most of our patrons believed our story that we had to recalibrate things because of the full moon and since it wasn’t a complete lie we were able to get away with it once a month.
I sat on the edge of the bed letting my brain become used to my altered body. Then I stood and went into the bathroom to take stock. I was shorter of course. My hair had started to grow out, changing from its usual nondescript brown to a much lighter golden blonde color. My eyes were stuck somewhere between green and brown, set in a face that was no longer mine. My body was more delicate, slimmer and less hairy than before. My cock was so short now that I almost had to sit down for my morning piss but I stood out of a sense of defiance.
Jessie was already up by the time I got to the kitchen. She usually got up early, feeling that the curse was no reason to change her habits. She mostly used the day off to work on the paperwork for the shop, get things tidied, and see to any chores that could be done without going outside. Rumors of a curse affecting the proprietors could do a lot of damage to a shop like ours, so we didn’t go out on those days.
Jessie put a cup of coffee down in front of me and said, “Morning. A little short today, are we?”
Jessie herself was noticeably taller than she had been the night before. She wasn’t quite as tall as I was yet but it was just a matter of time. Her breasts had shrunk dramatically, hardly a B cup anymore. I glanced at the clock and felt my own chest. Still flat, though not as hard as it usually was. Her hips were narrower as well, no longer the grand triumph of biological architecture that they’d been for the last month. My own sweatpants felt a bit tight but I knew it was psychological; the real changes wouldn’t start until noon. Her hair was shorter and darker and her eyes weren’t nearly as clear a shade of green as they had been.
“Ha ha,” I said in a monotone. “With material like that it’s no wonder that someone cursed you.”
Jessie snorted and left for the shop’s office. We inhabited a spacious apartment above the potion shop that we both operated during normal days. Half the space below was for the public face of the shop and the rest was for storage, office, and laboratory space.
I spent the day like I usually did, on the Internet trying to track down any information about transformation spells that I didn’t already know. The problem with learning anything about transformation magic was the same problem that I ran into with other spells: they were beyond my level.
The more ability you’re born with, the more powerful the magic you can comprehend. The really powerful mages and witch queens and wizard lords are only halfway plugged in to reality. That’s why it was hard for me to make any headway on the curse that had been put on us: I just wasn’t powerful enough to understand a lot of what had been done.
None of the witch doctors we’d consulted had been able to give us much either. A few of them had tentatively prescribed some expensive pills, but they hadn’t done anything at all to the curse. The problem was that the magic was only really active once a month, on the days that we changed. The rest of the time it only left a faint trace that was difficult for normal practitioners to discern.
I felt myself changing more and more as my Internet searches went on. Just before noon I stopped to go lie down. I stared at the ceiling while the clock ticked down and right at noon I felt a shock as though something inside me had been turned inside out. It passed quickly, leaving me in almost the same condition I’d been in a moment before, but I knew the truth. I was on the other side now, accelerating toward womanhood. Jessie was heading the other way.
I felt between my legs. My cock and balls had shrunk all morning and now there was nothing there but a flat blank. I was as well-hung as a Ken doll. The rest of me was neuter as well, purely androgynous to the point where it would be impossible to tell whether I’d been born male or female.
I knew that Jessie was going through the same thing. He was probably grinning, though, the bastard. In the five years since we’d acquired our curse, he was still tickled on the days that he turned male again and depressed on the days that he turned female. It made for a tense couple of days each month as the other symptoms of the curse worked their way into his mind.
It was too early for that but I knew what was coming. The witch who had cursed us hadn’t looked like the traditional witch. There was a lot of black and a lot of capes and pointed hats and attempts to grow warts. She had been one of the neo-witches, the ones who look more like people who’d gotten lost on the way to a heavy metal concert than dangerous magical practitioners. Young and irritable, she’d taken umbrage at the state of our shop, deeming it quaint and dirty. I took pride in presenting a neat storefront to our patrons but I hadn’t said anything, just set my jaw and set to straightening some of the ingredients into neater rows. Jessie had tried to joke with her to defuse the situation.
She hadn’t been in a joking mood. When he’d said something about the place just needing a woman’s touch, she’d swelled up and pointed a finger at both of us while shrieking something about making sure that it wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Then she’d spun and left, disappearing from our lives completely. We’d forgotten about it by that evening but that midnight was the first time for me to sit straight up while someone poured ice water through me. I’d already started changing when I got up the next morning and by the time the next day rolled around we were aware of the first part of what the curse was doing to me.
Of course, the second part took another day. And the last part took another month.
I sat up and went back to work once the shock passed. I know that when the change is happening that I can’t really feel it, but I imagined that if I sat very still and concentrated hard that I could sense the slow creep of alteration. Rather than drive myself crazy I started researching the guy that Jessie had found to help us out. He claimed to be a DM (doctor of magic, to you), and some research into his background and his alma mater told me that his claim was probably legit. He hadn’t just bought his degree online somewhere.
I resurfaced to check on my changes. They were proceeding like they usually did though I hesitated to call them normal. My hair was longer and had changed entirely over to that golden blond color. My eyes were still caught halfway between green and brown though the brown was starting to lose the fight.
My nipples were pointed and drooped a bit, the flesh underneath them puffy and tender. My hips were slightly wider and my bottom was starting to gain what looked like a layer of baby fat. The blank between my legs had formed a depression and I knew that if I stroked it that it would feel like my penis had gone to sleep. There would be a distant sort of pleasure from it, but nothing like a sexual high. That would come later.
The day wore on and the changes in my body slowly compounded. I knew what the final picture would be but the curse seemed to enjoy taking its own sweet time getting there. I woke up groggy after a long afternoon nap to find that I was no longer even neuter; anyone would have identified me as female.
I was shorter, of course. Sometimes I thought that the curse had gotten things wrong and that I was going to shrink down to nothing, but the fact was that I lost a half inch per hour from midnight to midnight; I’d end up at five-three instead of my true height of six-three. My hair was still growing too; by the time it finished, it would be long enough that I’d have to sweep it out of the way when I sat down. My nipples were enlarged and their bases had gone from puffy to swollen, not quite an A-cup yet but well on their way. My hips were starting to gain a pleasant curve along with my ass and my legs were smooth and hairless already. The depression between my legs had noticeable lips now and it was deep enough to swallow my index finger to the first knuckle.
The changes had hit me hard on that first full moon and we had spent four weeks trying to figure out how to either find the woman who’d done it or break the curse. We’d gotten resigned to the situation by the end of that time but then on the first night of the full moon I’d sat bolt upright in bed at midnight from the return of the shock. By the time I woke up the next morning I could see that the changes were starting to reverse themselves.
That was when we found out about the third part, when Jessie started to turn female while I turned male. By that night we were pretty clear about what was happening and while I was glad to be back in my male form I could see the scared-rabbit panic in Jessie’s eyes.
Each time the change happened and we shifted between our forms there was a tiny kernel of panic in the back of my mind. What if this was the last time? Magic wears out sometimes, after all. There were worse things but I’d always felt trapped by the urges.
That was the second part of the curse, of course. Whoever had the female form was wracked by lust for the other. It took at least one session a day to keep her satisfied, and when I was female I seemed to prefer two if I could get it. I don’t know how Jessie had held out while I was away. We’d experimented a bit over the years and we’d found that thanks to the curse other men simply weren’t satisfying to that urge. Part of my panic was related to that need that built up each day.
I tried not to think about it while my body changed. By the time the sun was going down my breasts had started to swell for real, and I had achieved a C-cup or so. I could feel the compression when my waist pulled in, striving for its usual slim size. My hips kept getting broader a tiny bit at a time until I had to abandon my pants and go with the same silk robe that Jessie had worn the evening before. I could feel the space between my legs getting deeper as well. It wasn’t a sexual feeling, though I was aware of what was going on. My guts rumbled while organs shifted and grew inside.
I went to bed early after having a light dinner. I lay there with my arms wrapped around myself, feeling my breasts swell. Early on we’d experimented with binding the breasts so that she could pass as a man. It was wasted effort thanks to the urges and the exaggerated feminine form that she sported. Now I just lay there and let the changes happen, eventually drifting off to sleep.
The dreams while female were always the same. They took place in bed, with the dreamer in the female form and whoever the man was in his own form. They were dreams of slow exploration, of hot touches and wet tongues, gasping and caressing and whipping each other into a frenzy of desire.
Suddenly a shock ran all the way through me, just as blazing hot as the last one had been soothing and cool. Gigantic, heavy breasts rolled and bounced on my chest as I gasped, and my long hair filled the bed with its silk. I ran my hand down to my newest lips and confirmed things; I was locked in with a fully-formed pussy and a hard little nub down there. I was hairless down there, too, not just shaved but actually bald. My hips and butt were very much in evidence while I sat there, and I could feel the sheets sliding over my smooth legs. The shock of heat ran through me and settled down just below my belly, where it gradually faded until it was just comfortable warmth. I knew that warmth would grow until it was an unstoppable need but for right now it seemed content to wait.
I slipped back into sleep and my dreams were full of promise. I was whipped into a frenzy by a man I couldn’t see. His hands and mouth were everywhere. He plunged through my hair, squeezed and rolled my nipples, roughly pulled my groin to his, and traced the faintest of touches over the sensitive skin that stretched over my hipbone. I felt his shaft like hot marble against my leg, my belly, my breasts, my lips. Within seconds I was aching for him to plunder me, to make me his, and I cried out for his heat and his strength. Somehow he was always just out of my reach, even with his heavy body crushed against mine. Over and over he pushed me to a pinnacle of desire, only to let me cool and start over. Each time the heat settled into my belly and glowed brighter.
The dreams were always like that.
When I woke up again it was still very early. I moaned quietly while I ran my hands from my shoulders to the massive bulge of my breasts and down, over my ribs and flat belly and further until I was resting my palms on my hips. I was hot and wet, still turned on from the dreams.
This female body, my body now, had more than just the strange dreams that marked it as unusual. She was also much more sensitive. My fingers felt as though there were electrodes attached to them. They left trails down my skin, trails of fire that settled into my flesh and then joined the growing heat under my belly. The heat was driving me deeper into my fugue, my eyes closed and the warmth of my blankets making me relaxed and loose and even hotter.
I left one hand down below, stroking at the swollen lips down there. The other wandered over my belly and then back to the lofty peaks that quivered on my chest. I kneaded and rolled my heavy breasts, my hand and wrist busy at them. I gasped whenever I happened to stray across one of my engorged nipples, the sensations beyond anything I had ever felt as a man.
The first time I’d felt this, I’d fought it. A woman’s desire, a woman’s pleasure weren’t things I could easily deal with. To be so overwhelmed by the needs of this incredibly feminine body had felt like an attack on my male mind. I’d resisted the urges until I was almost panting with them before entering Jessie’s bedroom for the first time.
I smiled now as I thought about it, my hands easy and free on my now-familiar curves. I’d been so nervous and ashamed, but there had been nothing I could do to stop the need pushing me to him. Jessie had already been asleep and I’d stood there staring for a long time. I remembered that I had been so aroused that I could feel the wetness from my groin drip streaks down the inside of my delicate thighs. I’d felt ridiculous and so very horny.
I hadn’t been sure what to do then. Today I circled the hard nub of my new clitoris, rubbing gently while I thought back. At that point I’d held out for two days and there just weren’t any other options left open to me. Masturbation worked, but had only offered short-term relief before the desire had surged back even stronger. Somehow I’d known that relief lay with Jessie. I’d finally let the robe slip off of me and then I’d slowly worked my way into his bed. I’d been clumsy since I hadn’t been used to my body at that point, so I’d taken my time. Soon enough, though, I’d been in bed next to him, my soft curves just a breath away from his skin. Jessie slept naked, and the sight of the flat planes of his spare body had sent the desire for him even higher. I’d felt dizzy, as if running a fever.
The combination of my heat, our combined breathing, and our skin-to-skin contact had brought Jessie slowly out of sleep. I’d seen him focus on me, and then I’d watched confusion spread across his face. I’d touched his lips softly and said, “Please. Please, just…I have to, Jessie. There’s something in the magic, and…I have to.”
Jessie had continued to look confused and scared but his body had certainly reacted. The urges driving me had made me bolder than before. I had put one tiny hand on his belly, just above the point where the rough hair started, and I had whispered again, “Please.”
He had reached out with a trembling hand and had touched the side of one of my enormous tits, and I had closed my eyes and moaned like I moaned now, remembering. Then as now, the heat had filled me, driving me to act. I’d pushed myself closer, stretching my incredible body against his, and then I’d reached down to find the hard shaft that I’d needed so badly.
I panted wildly as the scene from my past dissolved into random bursts of images. There had been so much sex in the last five years, from both sides, and I knew what worked for this body from the inside out. I slid a pair of fingers in, curling them to brush against the rough tissue at the top of my inner cavity while I kept rubbing my palm against my clit. I shivered while waves of mingled heat and cold wracked me.
The waves ran through me quicker, closer together, and I knew that I was close to the edge. I slowed down a little, luxuriating in the pleasure this body brought me. I’d long since grown past embarrassment, which freed me to just enjoy the sensations.
I did so, rubbing and kneading steadily while the pleasure spiked inside. Some orgasms were explosive, but the ones I brought myself were like being taken off my feet by an ocean wave; they were powerful but gentle, and left me helpless. I moaned when the peak hit, whimpering while I coasted down the other side. I was powerless in its grip, writhing slowly on the bed while my hips surged upward, bringing me up to my phantom lover again and again.
The climax passed, leaving me gasping. I reveled in the relaxation and lack of desire, even though I knew that it was just going to return even stronger until Jessie was involved.
I was glad to hear that Jessie had come up with a possible solution, but I enjoyed the pleasure that the female form brought me. There were downsides, like the constant horniness and the backaches, the initial awkwardness of movement that Jessie and I had both beaten, and of course the lack of any official existence. There were options for those caught by permanent transformations, but didn’t want to go public with our affliction. That was part of the reason that we ran an independent potioneer’s shop instead of working for someone else.
My body finally calmed down enough for me to feel the urges start to ramp up again. I moaned quietly, waiting for Jessie to wake up so that I could screw him into a coma.
It had been a difficult adjustment on both sides. But needs must and we both understood that it was more of an arrangement of necessity than anything else. Our relationship had gradually grown comfortable with the constant sex. We had both tried other men from time to time, but it was just like masturbation; it felt nice, but for lasting freedom from the urges we could only turn to each other. Even then we had to come back at least once a day or the urges would start to build to the critical point.
I stood and walked down the hallway, grabbing up the robe as I went. I wrapped it around my spectacular body, tying the sash carelessly. I didn’t expect to wear it for very long since I was incredibly horny, though I wasn’t to the point of dripping yet. I slipped into Jessie’s room and found him sitting on the bed, grinning at me. I grinned back and said, “Guess someone’s anticipating a special present.”
“Shyeah. And I guess someone had a visit from the tit fairy.”
I laughed and pulled at the top of my robe, spreading it open to reveal my gigantic bosom. They quivered and jiggled with each breath and step, and I said, “You have NO idea how ready they are for you, either.” Ours wasn’t a relationship of pet names or coy talk. We were friends helping each other through difficult times and now that we had a glimmer of hope it had turned fun again.
I crawled into bed with him, the silk robe and my own hair spreading behind me to create a curtain that floated over us. I smiled at him, the two of us face to face and blocked out of the rest of the world by the rippling waves of hair and silk. I was on my hands and knees, my gigantic breasts barely brushing against his chest. I was so hot and ready that I was starting to drip, and I felt his cock tease my lower lips. Jessie grinned at me and didn’t move, and I snickered. Jessie was obviously glad to have his cock back, and in my current state I was glad to see it as well.
He said, “I have something I want to try, but I know you need something else first.” He lifted his hips, just enough for the head of his shaft to slide over the opening, and I moaned. The first time after a change was never the best, but we both knew what I needed. I slowly lowered my hips, rolling my eyes upward and groaning as he slid into me. It had been a month since the last time I’d felt this, and the first time was always the most intense. I sighed when I reached bottom, feeling myself grasp at him with my inner muscles. He groaned, and I started to roll my hips.
The first time after the full moon was not a time for art, nor tenderness. It was raw need on my part, and he was happy to comply with it. My breasts bobbed and slid against his chest, the hair driving me even higher when it rippled over my engorged nipples. I closed my eyes and hissed through my teeth, my pace increasing. Jessie took ahold of my slender waist, steadying me and providing himself with the leverage to pump his own hips upward to meet me. The noises from his throat, tiny groans and grunts, were just further stimulation to my frantic desire.
I groaned and yelped, my hips moving faster. There was nothing in my world but the sensations roaring through me, and I knew that I was reaching my peak. Jessie’s motions sped up as well, our flesh slapping together and the groans deepening. Just as the pleasure started to peak, he pushed his hips up hard and held them there while he exploded inside me. I came at the same time, shaking and wailing, milking him for all that I could get. The deep sense of relief spread through me like the pleasure had, and I relaxed on top of him. He smiled and rolled me off of him, standing up to move to the cabinet in the corner of the room. I grinned at him.
“Close your eyes,” he said. I closed my eyes and waited while he moved around. I whined slightly when he pulled closer and then backed away two or three times, teasing me.
I felt something moving on my left shin. It was warm and it spread slowly. His first two fingers dipped into it and I knew that he’d started with oil. There was the faint scent of raspberries in the air, one of my favorite flavors and smells, and I breathed deeply. My body had relaxed and I was able to just enjoy the sensations.
He spread the oil slowly, circling the spot where it had first landed on me and spiraling outward. I smiled and shifted a little, and he stroked the oil over my skin until it had coated my lower leg. He spent plenty of time caressing my shin and my calf, and the extremely sensitive skin behind my knee. I smiled and shifted again, giving him a tiny purr deep in my throat to let him know that it was working. I felt my nipples stiffen in the warm air, pointing upward from their giant bases.
Rather than moving higher, he moved lower. He dripped some more oil onto the top of my foot and then started rubbing it in with both hands. I groaned when he pressed his thumbs deep into the ball of my tiny foot, and he softly kissed each toe while he massaged the arch. He neglected nothing, his hands finding the soft pleasure points all through my foot until I felt as if my bones simply stopped at the knee.
Then he did the same on the other one.
By the time he was done I had lost track of time. It could have been hours since the initial lovemaking. I knew that everything he was doing was adding to the heat in my belly, just as if it were in one of my dreams. I smiled and raised my hips just a little for a moment and he chuckled.
Jessie moved away and I made a small disappointed noise. I couldn’t track him by sound when he didn’t want me to, so I lay there waiting to see where the next assault would come from and what it would bring.
I felt his finger on the inside of my elbow. It took everything I had not to flinch away in surprise. I relaxed after a moment and he started drawing his finger down the inside of my forearm toward my wrist. He went slowly, and the touch was so light that it nearly wasn’t there. I knew the sensation, since he’d practiced it on me for a while before getting it exactly how he wanted it. Heaven touch, he called it, so light that his fingertip was actually floating just above the skin and I tracked him by the tiny movements of the hairs on my arm. I don’t know where he found out about it and right then I didn’t care. I sighed at the sensation, grasping his finger just slightly when he finally got to my palm. He chuckled.
Then he did the same again, this time with two fingers. It went on for a while, each time sending billions of prickles up my arm to my neck, where they traveled leisurely down my spine until adding to the heat down below. I could feel myself getting moist again, and it was difficult to keep from moaning softly with each breath. This was my favorite game, the one that turned me on the most. I had to stay as still as possible with my arms splayed and my eyes closed. It was more difficult than blindfolding and scarf play but I found it to be more rewarding.
Now, for instance. He’d stroked my arm until I was mad with it. I’d read somewhere about a woman who would climax just from that, and I believed it. I wanted him inside me so badly that it hurt. My tiny moans were starting to mix with whines of frustration and need. Jessie just chuckled and moved to my throat and collarbones. He used his mouth as well as his fingers this time, his lips hot and wet and soft on my skin. It was as if he was tuning me up, getting me to the point where he could play me like a musical instrument. Every so often he would bump against me, and I felt that the game was turning him on as well.
Jessie whispered in my ear, “This is something I read about that might be interesting. But you have to let me do it to you. Don’t move.”
I moaned between gritted teeth and nodded. His touches were slowly setting me on fire, and every time he went to a new spot it felt as though my body was getting more and more sensitive. He returned to my throat and neck, each nibble sending burning shockwaves through me while I shivered and moaned. I felt my hips try to pump upward again, but I managed to stop them.
His next assault point was my belly. He used the oil again and pressed on me strongly to rub it in. He worked as if he had all the time in the world, stroking and kneading at my spectacular flesh. I writhed under the delicious assault, stunned that I was getting such pleasure out of an area I had always considered attractive but not really necessary for sex. Now it was as if I had grown an entire new set of nerves just for him to play with. He finished with the oil and went back to his heaven touch, making me gasp and quake while he traced pictures over my skin. I was dripping wet and each touch was sending me higher. He worked his way higher too though he never actually touched my breasts. He played underneath them, in the delicate skin that they usually hid. I moaned when he touched there. I felt like I was reaching some sort of peak but we were taking a hell of a long time to get there. I didn’t care; it was an amazing journey.
I was surprised when he left off and then came around to the side of the bed near my head again. Apparently he was just going to tease me until my head flew off. The moans from my throat were constant now, mixed in with tiny yelps and shuddering breaths. I couldn’t control any of it. Then he picked up my hand and softly drew a line down the inside of my forearm again, his finger barely touching. I yelped out loud. It was wildly more sensitive than the last time he’d done that, to the point where it was making me pump my hips for real. The heat inside me was growing into a raging fire, burning brighter and brighter. “Yes!” I gasped. “Yes yes yes YES!”
Jessie chuckled and stayed right where he was, stroking and interspersing the strokes with the gentlest of licks. I gripped at the sheets with my other hand, trying to keep my eyes closed. There was nothing I could do about the way that my hips were moving up and down and I felt myself nearing the edge.
Jessie just stayed right where he was, stroking and caressing while I got wilder with the heat. I was past need now; we were having sex, even though he’d never touched areas I would have covered with a bikini.
I was too far gone to know whether it was a kiss or a stoke that finally set me off but I know when it happened. I sucked in a giant breath as my stomach muscles tightened. I started bucking my hips and then cried out when the heat contracted to a single point before exploding through me. The ecstasy was so big that it scared me a little; I felt like I was balanced on the tip of a rocket, and I didn’t know what would happen if I fell. I did fall, of course, only to be burned by the flames underneath. I didn’t care, wrapped up in screaming delight. The whole room vanished; all my senses were wrapped up in the bliss that was radiating through me.
When I finally calmed down a little I became aware that Jessie was still holding my hand. He leaned over and whispered, “That was just the start.”
My eyes snapped open in shock and I saw him grinning at me. I smiled back, too wrung out by pleasure to make words or even react. Getting no objection, he went back to work. I was hypersensitive from the monstrous climax but somehow his touches and the warm room and the sensitivity all combined to make this warm, wet place where my body was willing to keep going. He was willing as well; he went back to my belly and continued his work.
This time I cried out with his touch; compared to this, his previous touches were like sandpaper. I felt the heat rising again, this time incredibly fast, and by the time he was at work beneath my breasts I couldn’t handle it anymore. He nibbled at the flesh down there and I screamed as another climax rolled through me. It wasn’t as powerful as the last one, in the same way that a runaway freight train wasn’t as powerful as a rocket ship. I screamed partly out of shock and mostly out of sheer bliss. How could my body have another climax in it, and so soon?
Jessie just went on until he had me to the point where his barest touch, anywhere, would send me into another screaming orgasm. I lost track of how many times he did it to me but he appeared willing to continue until one of us was dead, so I finally begged him to stop. I lay there in the bed, cooling, worried that I’d set the sheets on fire.
I lay on my side, panting, trying to remember who I was and what I was doing there. After a while my panting softened to regular breathing and he figured that it was safe enough. He touched my shoulder, and when I didn’t start writhing and screaming again he slid into the bed behind me.
I pressed myself up against him and he wrapped one arm around my bosom. It was the first time all night that he’d even touched my enormous breasts and I was distantly impressed at his restraint.
“That was…that was…” I whispered, unable to find words or take deeper breaths to try to describe it.
He chuckled and kissed my neck. “Good. You can try it on me next time, and…” he trailed off as we both realized that our way of life would soon be coming to an end. The afterglow settled in on me was almost as strong as a regular climax and I didn’t want to spoil it by thinking about sad things. I could feel his hot, hard shaft pressing against me and I knew that if I didn’t do something about it that the need would just come back.
I shifted my butt against him, moving upward until I could angle him between my cheeks and gently engulf him. I was very wet, and he slid into me without any resistance. Jessie moaned and chuckled at the same time and then he started to pump his hips. I knew that my recent display had him to the point of explosion so it wasn’t going to be long.
There was nothing in the world like being filled up by him. True, the orgasm marathon had been amazing, but this was what this body actually desired. I felt safe in his strong embrace and loved the feeling of him rocking inside me. It was warm and quiet, with his ragged breathing the only real sound in the room. I took his hand and held it and he grasped me strongly. His hard body was tense, and I was glad that I could help him through his need as well as mine.
He pressed his head up against mine when he reached the edge, his face a bare inch from my ear. I smiled when he hitched in some unsteady breaths before groaning while he pushed deep and started jerking. Jessie’s whole body clenched with each pulse, and I could tell that it was a much larger load than usual. He’d really been controlling himself. I stroked his hand while he came and then relaxed, his softening cock pulling out of me.
We fell asleep like that, as we had so many times, wrapped in each other’s arms. I slept and didn’t dream for once, my body too wrung out to even pretend that there was still desire inside. We slept through the night like that, exhausted from our activities.
I woke up feeling normal rather than raging with desire. It was a nice change, and I sent a mental blessing to whoever had written what Jessie had read to cause him to do that to me. I extricated myself from his arms and got up, wincing at the residual soreness. This body was made for sex and highly attuned to it but last yesterday had been extreme even for that.
In two days it would all be over. I went to the kitchen and made breakfast while I thought about that, and by the time that my meal was consumed I’d come to a decision. I got dressed, went down to the office, and found the number for the wizard Jessie had made the appointment with. Apparently it was the man’s private line because he picked up immediately.
I told him what I’d decided and he chuckled and asked if I was sure. I said that I was, and he said that he’d make the necessary alterations in the spell that he was concocting for us. I thanked him and hung up.
I surprised myself by being more relaxed for the next three days. We didn’t have another climax marathon, mostly because it was beyond my capabilities to survive more than once a month. But we got by with our regular lovemaking sessions in the mornings and evenings. I felt more and more relaxed and confident as the day drew near.
The wizard made me think of a televangelist, all slick suit and perfect hair. He tried to explain what he could of the process that had led to the spell, but once again it was beyond my capability to understand much of it. Jessie got a little more out of it, but I could tell that half the time he was just smiling and nodding. Part of the fee was in cash, but part of it would be paid off over the next two years in free consulting work for his organization. He employed some of the best potioneers in the business, and the only thing that had held Jessie and me back from joining a group like his was the curse.
The wizard led us to his private workshop, where he’d laid out a circle. I could feel the difference between it and the other circles that I’d encountered in the past; this one was much stronger than the others. He had us stand inside while he worked his spell. I held Jessie’s hand and he squeezed back with a reassuring smile. This was going to change everything.
I closed my eyes when the shock hit me, that same sense of shocking cold that hit in the middle of the night sometimes. This time it was mixed with the fire that hit Jessie. We both gasped and the world spun around us. I collapsed and Jessie’s heavy weight folded down on top of me.
When we woke up we were in the stylish chairs in the wizard’s office. Jessie was looking at me with a shocked expression, having woken up a moment earlier. I looked down and was pleased to see the same huge breasts pushing deliciously at the front of my shirt. Jessie said, “What…what…”
I smiled. “I had him change the spell a little. From now on…this is me.”
“But…but why?”
I shrugged, conscious of the way it made my bosom move. “I really like it. I’ve been feeling that way more and more every time that we exchange, that I just wanted to stay like this. So I had him change the spell a little.”
“But…but what about your family, or our friends, and…”
I grinned, knowing that it looked devilishly attractive on my face. “They all remember me like this now. Just a quick little tweak in the reality of the world and we’re set. Granted, it’s going to take another year to pay off…”
He reached out and took my hand. “Are you sure?”
I squeezed his hand and then pulled it up and put it on my nearest breast. “Totally sure. Congratulations, tiger.”
He grinned and squeezed back, and I closed my eyes to lie back on the chair. The exchange was over, and it was time to start our lives.
Misapplications of Mad Science
By Maxwell Avoi
Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi
My buddy Bill is one of those geniuses that you hear about sometimes. Our hometown is hardly more than a wide spot in the road but that never bothered Bill much; he mostly lived inside his own head and that was a place as big as the sky.
Bill is one of those guys who can think of an idea and just see how it works. It's like his daydreams come complete with numbered diagrams. He was constantly building or inventing stuff while we were growing up and after a while no one even bothered to seriously compete against him in the science fairs at school.
Of course things like that attract attention and it wasn't too long after graduation that he sort of vanished. Everyone figured that the government had swooped in and snagged him for one of its think tanks, and life went on.
I went into real estate and it got to the point where I was running an office of three agents and a secretary. For my town this was prosperous beyond belief. I never married, though I sort of had my eye on the secretary. It was just idle thought but it got me through sometimes.
I'd mostly forgotten about Bill when, ten years after graduation, I got a message from him. He'd found my email address and he wanted me to come see him. Turned out he was living in his parents' old house.
I went out of curiosity. Bill was just as I'd remembered him: head in the clouds, absentminded, but capable of making comments that were so razor-sharp that you didn't even know they were funny until you'd thought about them. It was a great change in my routine and I started coming over to hang out more and more as time went by.
Bill said that he worked for a large company though he wouldn’t say which one. Basically someone had seen how his mind worked, so that someone had put Bill where he wanted to be, had made sure that he was incredibly well paid and supplied, and then had quietly stepped back to see what would happen. Bill said that his name was on at least 77 patents that he could talk about, and a bunch more that he couldn't. He'd felt the most comfortable in the house where he'd grown up, so he'd paid for his parents to retire to Florida and had moved in.
The house was rewired for the highest possible Internet connection speeds and the electrical wiring was tripled in strength. The back half of the house had been turned into his lab. I was never allowed in there, which was fine with me; I probably wouldn't have understood what I was seeing anyway.
It went like that for about six months. A few days before Halloween rolled around I went to see him and found a note taped to his door. "Tommy. Working on something. Come back Halloween around four."
I was used to this by now; sometimes Bill would get so wrapped up in what he was doing that he'd work on it to the exclusion of things like sleep or food. Rather than try to pull his head out of the work I'd just leave him alone until he finished.
I went back to my normal routine for the next few days and then came back after closing early on Halloween. It was a Friday so my agents were glad to get out of there early.
I knocked at Bill's door and followed his voice into the house. He called me from the back, the lab, where I'd never gone before. Carrying a cold Pepsi in each hand I headed back there.
His lab was bigger than I'd imagined. The house had been expanded to accommodate it. Bill was mostly a theorist but he loved to build stuff as well. He had two long benches set up and many racks of electrical and engineering tools sitting on them. Boxes hugged the wall under the benches, probably full of stuff that I wasn't supposed to see. The most interesting thing was at the end of the far bench.
A computer with an unusually large main tower was hooked up to something that looked like a transporter pad from Star Trek. Lots of trailing wires and what appeared to be sensors were hanging in a cage around the pad. Next to the computer a small rack had a series of clunky-looking watches and a huge number of small silvery disks. Bill wore one of the watches on his wrist.
He said, "I want to show you my latest idea, Tommy. Sit down there and just watch."
I sat in the chair indicated as Bill fiddled with his watch. "Okay, ready?" he said. I nodded and he punched a button on the front. Immediately he seemed to shimmer slightly, as if he was on a movie screen and had gone a little out of focus. His blurred form got taller and then maybe ten seconds later he stabilized.
Where my friend Bill had stood (medium height, balding, scrawny) was a man with the body of a young Greek god. Sparkling teeth, waves of blonde hair, so good-looking that it was painful, and muscles on his muscles. He grinned at me and I jumped backwards, knocking over the chair. Bill had been wearing his normal jeans and t-shirt and this guy had on only a pair of swimming trunks.
I said, "..."
The guy responded, "It's okay. It's me, Bill!" He had a deep, resonant voice. He lifted his arm and punched a button on his watch and ten seconds of shimmer later, he was Bill again. I stood there with something wet sliding down the side of my legs. I looked down and saw that both Pepsis were ruined; in my shock, I'd squeezed them so hard that they'd ruptured.
Bill took some time talking me down and I sort of got the facts straight. He'd been working on this theory that we look like what we think we look like. He knew that the mind could affect some things around us, in tightly controlled circumstances. But where the mind was most effective was when it was affecting itself and ourselves. The computer on his desk, connected to the "watch" on his wrist, allowed him to convince himself that he looked different. It was so strong a conviction that it altered his very body. "Right down to the genetic code," he added.
He wanted to show me again. He hit a button on the watch and a small silvery disk slid out of the side of it. He put it back on the rack with the others and then pulled a different one out. He slid it into the watch and hit the main button again. A few seconds of shimmer later and he was the spitting image of the dwarf from the Lord of the Rings movies. He grinned at me and I grinned back. He punched a button again and he was back to normal.
He said, "So, wanna try it? I figure that tonight would be a perfect test run for us."
"Tonight?"
"Halloween. I've made up a bunch of disks for costumes. But first, I need to take some readings off you."
He had me stand in the cage on top of the transporter-pad-thing and the computer flashed and hummed for a while. Finally he said he was done and I stepped off to see myself on the screen. He punched some buttons for a while, and four disks slid out of the side and into a hopper. He said, "These are you. Your pattern, I mean. I wanted to make four so that we could put them in different places as backups. I did the same thing for my own pattern. It shouldn't be necessary, since I'm going to hardwire your pattern into your watch, but it's always good to have backup." I fervently agreed.
He said, "Now, here's one that I made based off your senior yearbook pictures. I want to show you how it feels before we get out there on the street."
He showed me the procedure to follow and then handed me a watch and a disk. I slid the disk into the side and pushed the required buttons. As soon as the last button was pushed, the world went very strange. It was like everything I had known was suddenly wrong, but it was okay; someone was telling me what was right. Most of what I knew was right, but the Whoever was quick to fill me in on what I'd gotten wrong. Soon the world made sense again. Bill took me over to another corner, where he'd set up a large mirror.
Intellectually I knew that I was very different. I'd youthened by nearly ten years, after all. However I didn't feel strange or different. I felt like, well, me. Bill said, "It's weird, but you don't feel odd, do you? That's what I mean. Deep down, the machine convinced you that this is how you look and feel. There's no REASON for you to feel strange. Hit the return button."
I did so and the same things happened again. Soon I was back to normal, though it still felt just as normal as my younger self had. I turned to Bill and said, "You're going to make all the money in the world."
He grinned. "Too late, man. Now I just do stuff like this for fun." He held out a handful of disks and continued, "Ready to go out there and wow them?"
I took the handful and pocketed them. He took a similar handful and said, "I designed a lot of ‘costume' bodies, so I figure that we can just change every so often. And it'll be random, so we can really get a sense of how this handles in the field. Ready to go?"
I was. We both put in new disks and hit the change buttons.
When the changes stopped we crowded toward the mirror. Bill was dressed as a cowboy, looking just like Clint Eastwood in "A Fistful of Dollars." I had become a duplicate of the Terminator at the end of the first movie of the same name. I noticed that our clothing had changed, and Bill said, "That's because it's just clothing. The mind is a powerful thing; it's a lot harder to change your body than it is to change your clothes, man." I figured I'd let it pass.