Sex Doll

by Sormin

     Edgar Underwood, that's me, just wandered into the store without much thought about the matter, I had just broken up with my latest girlfriend because of my suggestion last night. Next time I make sure, I thought angrily.
     "Can I help you?"
     I jumped and looked up at the handsome woman with silver-streaked black hair and intense grey eyes that had asked me the question.
"Um... sorry?" She looked mildly amused at my confusion.
     "I asked if you needed help looking for anything. Do you?" she said with a small smile.
     Looking around, I realized I had wandered into a sexual supplies store and reddened. "Ah... er... I didn't realize I'd walked into a place like this." The woman quirked an eyebrow at me.
     "You'd have to be very distracted to ignore this sort of place. Girlfriend trouble?"
     "Not any more: that's the trouble," I sighed. The saleslady made some sort of decision after studying my face for a moment and extended a hand.
     "My name is Winna Golden, I own this store. My two employees called in sick today so I'm stuck minding the shop."
     I shook her hand, she had a surprisingly firm grip. "Edgar Underwood."
     "Did you want some tea?" she asked as we walked towards the casher, where an old fashioned teapot on a small table was releasing a delicious smell.
     "Sure, why not?"
     The pot was fresh so Winna poured us both a cup as we sat on the two chairs by the table.
     "So, what was the trouble? Forgive me for asking but it often helps to tell others your problems if they're willing, and I happen to be."
     "Well..." I was suddenly embarrassed by the whole thing, but as the lady OWNED the sex shop I figured she wouldn't really be very shocked. "I wanted to try tying her to the bed for a change."
     Winna calmly sipped her tea, unfazed. "Why?"
     "I'd heard that women tied like that would be more aroused, enjoy sex more, and I thought that Roxy would like it." I grimaced. "Turns out she had a feminist streak a mile wide I didn't know about. She called me a pervert, slime, and other things before storming out. All I wanted was to have her and I enjoy more variety. To try something new."
     "Some women do find that sort of thing disgusting."
     "I've struck out twice so far, and I'd never force them, but I'm curious to try it."
     "Hmm..." Winna tapped her finger on her chin, all the while looking into my eyes. "Perhaps we can help each other."
     "Would you like to test a product of mine?"
     I blinked. "Of what sort?"
     "Before I tell you, I should tell you that..." she paused, "...I am a witch."
     "Wicca, you mean?" My response finally seemed to surprise Winna. "I've read a bit about that and associate 'witch' more with the Devil."
     "I'm Wicca then, yes, never with the Dark One, I used witch because I thought you would be more familiar with that term. But not quite Wicca either. I practice many things that do not follow either of those we've mentioned very closely, and are quite unusual."
     "What sort of product are you taking about?" I asked, not quite believing I was having this conversation. She smiled.
     "An inflatable doll, but a very, very special one. I'd ask my assistants but they are both female, and this doll is for males."
     What the hell, she'd been understanding and sympathetic with me, and I was curious besides. "Sure, why not?"
     "My thanks," she said, and reaching into a box I hadn't noticed before, pulled out a thickly, silk-wrapped bundle and handed it to me. Before she let go, she added, "Unwrap it only at home and let no one else touch it but you before inflating the doll." She let go, and I tucked it under one of my arms.
     "Thanks, I'll come back in a few days to tell you how it is. Or do you want it back then?" I grinned.
     "Oh no, it'll be yours once inflated." Winna hesitated, suddenly unsure. "It might be better if you use a machine to inflate the doll, instead of yourself," she added slowly. "The material is very strong so it's not damaged easily."
     "If that's okay, sure," I said, thinking it smart too. "And thanks for listening. I guess I just need to look harder for a girl that understands me."
     "Maybe not," Winna said strangely as I left the store.

     As it was Saturday, around noon, and wasn't working, I decided to return to my apartment and see what Winna had given me. With Roxy gone there really wasn't else for me to do right now anyway.
     Once home, I put the bundle down on the living room rug and carefully unwrapped it. It revealed a folded up, pink form.
     "Oh hell," I cursed, remembering that I'd lent my friend John the air compressor I normally use for my car. I sighed. "Ah well, it shouldn't take long," I said as I found the air plug.
     It left me a little light-headed, but the pink form slowly filled out as I unfolded it when reaching a point where I had to. As it began looking more human-like, I had to agree: it did look special. The material used to make the doll looked a lot less plastic-like when properly inflated and the shape looked a lot like a real human woman. The front was towards the floor; a treat I wanted to save for last.
     Finally, I was done and plugged up the doll properly before turning it around. Instant erection. The breasts were an artist's work, and looked mouth-wateringly like the real thing, but not jiggling like real ones would. The face, despite looking painted on was another heart-stopper. The expression wasn't a whore's look by a long shot; it showed love, desire, devotion, mischievousness, intelligence, and more. The blue eyes were half-lidded, lazy-like, nose, small and slightly upturned, and lips red and inviting a kiss. The painted hair was black and wavy. Winna had been right; this WAS a very special doll for all of its function.
     I couldn't resist. Leaning down, I pecked those irresistible lips. The bright white flash that came next scared the living daylights out of me, but the arms that encircled me took that to the next level. My eyes had closed because of the flash, but I opened them to stare in shock at the transformed doll.
     For she didn't look like a doll anymore. She had REAL hair, and the gorgeous, midnight colored locks spilled down to the floor. That face I had so admired was a normal human shape and no longer mere paint, and it was smiling at me while blinking those blue eyes at me. I was frozen; she wasn't.
     "What's your name?" she asked amazingly, her voice a sensual sin as she smiled up at me.
     "Ed-Edgar," I stammered out.
     "Edgar," she said, testing the name and apparently liking it a lot. "Mine's Desire, and I'm your love doll."
     This was getting too weird so I tried getting away by standing up. It was a shock when I lifted her effortlessly off the ground, her arms still around me. "What the heck?? How...?"
     She giggled. "Silly! I'm full of your air, but that air's warm and so am I." Desire shifted her lightweight yet shapely body and wrapped her legs around his waist, Hugging him close to her very firm breasts. The strength she had was a normal woman's but lacked the mass to back it up.
     "This is just unreal," I murmured, shock numbing my reactions.
     "I can be heavier, like a real woman, if you fill me up with water," she purred. "I need to if you want lubrication in my aching love box, and my flesh and breasts will be more malleable."
     My brain wasn't sure of anything, but my baser instincts were and my legs led us into the kitchen. Desire just smiled at me, squeezing a little so her round breasts were pressed into my chest. When we reached the sink, I stopped, unsure.
     "It's okay," she reassured me, "just watch." The love doll carefully let go and grasped the water tap's handles, anchoring herself. She wrapped her lips around the tap, very sexily too, and turned the hot water on.
     I visibly saw her flesh become exactly like a normal woman's and her body started pressing downward as she greedily gulped down quite a lot of now surely steaming-hot water. After a while of silently watching this incredible being, she turned off the tap, released her lips, stood up and turned towards me, hands on her softer breasts. I thought of water balloons but the way she was squeezing her C-cup breasts showed me they acted like the real thing, erect nipples and all.
     "I'm YOUR love doll, Edgar, now and forever. How do you want to take me? In my dripping pussy? In my mouth? Or perhaps my rear entrance? I want you to fill me up with your come and make me scream in ecstacy as you suck my throbbing clit while pushing your fingers deep into me." Desire stepped towards me with a moan that sent my rigid cock jumping. "Please?"
     I gave up on normal reality at that word. "Fuck," I said, before wrapping Desire in a hungry embrace and exchanged a deep, hungry kiss.
     We stumbled towards the bed as Desire and I struggled to get my clothes off. God, she seemed to be as horny as a sex-starved whore addicted to lovemaking. We leaped onto the bed with me on top and beginning to explore this strange, magical, and very sexy being. She felt just like a human woman now that she had water in her, still far lighter than she would be if she were but not much else. Her tits, while round and firm, were malleable as I kneaded them and sucked her rigid nipples, Desire moaning and wrapping her legs around me passionately.
     Venturing lower, I reached her vagina, bare of any hair which turned me on, and saw that it was dripping. In fact, she smelled and, I found out quickly, tasted like a woman. How it had been done was a mystery but this whole thing was impossible so I kept on going. I followed her advice after licking and sucking her cunt until Desire was bucking wildly on the bed, then I jabbed my fingers into her box and sucked her clit with my mouth at the same time. She screamed and moaned wildly as I barely kept up the motions, Desire was having a multiple orgasm and continued for a good three minutes.
     When she calmed down, I climbed up and exchanged another deep kiss with her, hugging her sweating body tightly as we lay facing each other.
     "You should've thrust your tool in me," she said breathlessly.
     "I wanted you to answer some of my questions first, so I relieved some of that extra energy of yours first." I chuckled, then turned more serious and looked into her heavy lidded eyes. "I'm amazed you're alive for one thing! It's incredible!" I exclaimed and placed a hand on one of her full breasts. "What can you do? What ARE you?"
     "I'm your love doll, I can relieve you of all your sexual tensions and desires because I love them all. That's the way I was made. I know I'm a creation, but I don't care because I'm all yours. I exist only to fuck you or you fuck me when you need me to and as long as you want. All a woman's sexual reactions are mine. I am not expected to replace a real woman, and if you do find one I will not mind or, if you want, even join you both.
     "I need water only. It provides weight, and the moisture for me to simulate a real woman. I can fool any detection system if you wish me to go out with you and CAN eat food if necessary. My skin is pretty much indestructible and will not deteriorate as long as you live. I can defend you or myself if needed. And I can change shape so you will never be bored with this love doll."
     I had been about to ask about the defence part, but that last bit caught my attention. "Change? How change?"
     "Hair, eyes, skin, shape, all changeable."
     "Give me an example."
     Desire smiled and looked down at my still present hand on her breast. "Well..." she purred, "I can do this." I nearly let go in shock as her breasts began inflating, Desire inhaling deeply for the extra air. They started feeling more like rubber balloons as they reached F-cup size and stopped, but it was still incredible. "How's that?" she asked as I stared agog at her mammoth spheres.
     All I could do was roll her on her back and position myself above her, her breasts jutting proudly into the air between us. As I spread her willing legs, she murmured, "I knew you'd like that."
     My thrust silenced her as she cried out happily.

     The sun was beginning to set as I finally began living my own private desire. Desire smiled as I finished tying her to my bedposts, breasts back to normal and jiggling slightly as I finished. Spread-eagled, willing, and the image of hungry invitation.
     "Now what?" she whispered sexily.
     "Now I tease you for hours until you're delirious with the need to be fucked, and when I finally do you'll have an orgasm that'll beat all the others you've had tonight, or so I've heard," I added with a smile.
     "I can hardly wait," she answered me, groaning as I sucked on one of her nipples. One thing else she had told me earlier was that she would never get sore or tired, and only sleep when I slept. She didn't need much sleep to 'recharge' or whatever she did, so she could surprise me one day if I wanted.
     But as I finished her second nipple and was kissing my way down her tummy, Desire moaning all the while, something happened that changed this whole new experience around.
     For the sun had disappeared below the horizon at last.
     And the world spun.
     Finally, things settled down and I shook my head to clear it, wondering if I'd overexerted myself. Then froze.
     My hair was longer and my limbs were stretched out and immobile. No, I thought wildly, it's impossible. But upon opening my eyes, I looked past breasts I had been sucking moments ago and saw my own face with a look of frightened confusion on it.
     "My God," I whispered in shock, and the voice was Desire's, now mine. I also felt extremely odd and aroused, no doubt because of my earlier ministrations. Desire was in reality an inflated doll so I didn't feel aches or any other human things when one is not flesh and bone. Instead, I felt the water and air within, the water softening me and the air a constant pressure inside me. I wasn't uncomfortable at all in my tied up state because of Desire's construction. But BEING Desire was my main concern at the moment.
     "Wh-what's going on?" I stammered, and Desire, in my body, looked into my eyes, surprised.
     "Edgar?" she asked, shaken, with my voice.
     "What the fuck happened?!" I almost screamed in my sudden panic. She shook my, her, head.
     "I-I don't know. This isn't supposed to happen." She was calming down now, panic was alien to her and was caressing her former body absently as she tried adjusting to her new body. "I'm confused, Edgar."
     Her fingers were sending shivers up my spine, no, I didn't HAVE one now. Desire's love doll body was made for her own delight as much as for the one fucking her and was more sensitive to pleasure than I was used to.
     "Untie me then and let's figure out what happened," I tried to calmly ask her. "Do you know Wicca's phone number?"
     "No, I don't, Edgar. I'm still confused," she repeated, her fingers widening their exploration and I was trying not to pant or moan.
     "Desire? Could you untie me, please?"
     "I'm confused," was her only response.
     I finally realized, horrified, what was going on with Desire; she wasn't really self-aware, wasn't meant to be, and not truly a free-thinking being, however much I wanted her to be. Her mind was whatever Winna had given her, and it was extremely flexible in her specialty: sex. But she was like a computer; if she was thrown into an unforseen situation she wouldn't react very well.
     Like switching bodies with a man.
     And her hand betrayed the way things were going. Desire's main purpose or function was to pleasure others, man or woman. Confused as she was, she started doing the most comfortable thing she could do in her alien form: making love to me, even while I was in her old body. I started struggling, desperate now to be free, but I didn't know this body at all.
     Playfully now, Desire smiled at me and grasped my now-wider hips to hold me down. "I'm confused," she said, "but I'd best keep on with what you were doing." She plunged down into my new vagina.
     "Ah!" I cried out at the unfamiliar and intense sensations all over my body, but focused in my groin. "P-Please, Desire, stop!" My words were in vain as she continued with my plan for sexual torture and began expertly lapping and teasing me. I forgot the battle to escape as the tension within me quickly started building to unbearable levels.
     All night Desire went on, teasing me all over my body, myself not able to fall asleep with the constant tension keeping me up, and the displaced love doll happily teasing me for hours and hours. My nipples were hard as rock and when pinched the feeling made me cry out, begging for her to stop teasing me and set me off. I was pretty much delirious all the time, the first female orgasm I had was an eternity in coming and I relaxed in the afterglow for a moment after screaming my ecstasy as it crashed through my air and water filled body, but the unstoppable Desire and her untiring body conspired against me. I soon craved something, anything, to fuck me to relieve the passion tension torturing me and panted and groaned this out loud. Desire twice more finally set me off and the second was a multiple orgasm, stars filled my vision as I shook and cried out, my vagina rhythmically gripping my old body's fingers trusting into me.
     I almost thought I went into another orgasm when the world spun again, but when I blinked I found myself staring at Desire returned to her body and twisting in the orgasm I had been experiencing. I nearly fainted in relief, while my tongue was sore from all the licking, and my body exhausted for the sun was rising in the horizon, I was glad to be back in my proper form. I might've enjoyed the experience if I was really a woman and had expected it, but because I hadn't I wasn't sure how to feel.
     Recovered now, Desire smiled up at me. "Shall we rest now?"
     I couldn't be angry at her; it wasn't her fault she hadn't been able to adapt. I highly doubted Wicca had planned it this way, uncertain as to what would happen perhaps as I recalled her suggesting the machine inflation, but it was just too incredible to be planned. Unfortunately, it was Sunday morning now, the mall would be closed and I had no idea of how to contact Wicca.
     And, as I wearily untied Desire, was too tired to do anything at the moment. I fell quickly asleep in my love doll's arms.

     It was around two o'clock when the shout woke me and Desire up. I wake up quickly, but when I saw who had shouted I wished I didn't. Roxy. It was her all right. Blonde hair, green eyes, curvaceous and full-breasted. My girlfriend who said she never wanted to see me again, who was definitely not living up to her word as she angrily gazed at our naked bodies.
     "You pig!" she shouted. "We break up, and already you're sleeping with another woman! God DAMN you."
     Most woman would have stormed out of my apartment, not Roxy. While she was 5' 3" she worked out and her shapely body hid a remarkable strength that belied her height. I hadn't cared about that as her previous men had, but as she advanced on us I felt more than a little nervous. Did I mention she had a black belt in karate?
     Desire looked curiously at the stranger. "Who are you?"
     Roxy glared daggers at the love doll. "Someone you don't fuck with, sister." And she grabbed Desire's arm, wanting to pull her off the bed, and yanked.
     Now Desire had only gained weight from the water she had drank and she had only taken a good forty kilos. Probably five to ten of that had been sweated off by me and her combined last night, so when Roxy yanked, she expected a normal hundred kilo weight, not a mere third.
     As a result, Desire flew into the astonished Roxy and they fell backwards onto the floor. Roxy was too experienced at falling to be accidently knocked out, but I dismally wished she had. She recovered quickly and pushed Desire off as she stood up. Wide-eyed she reached for Desire's arm again, lifted, and kept lifting. The love doll thought this amusing and stayed kneeling so that Roxy soon had the larger, but lighter, black-haired woman hanging in mid-air.
     "What the hell?" my former girlfriend whispered.
     "Well," I said and she whipped her head to stare at me, "at least you can't say I'm sleeping with a real woman." I was feeling slightly detached from events, which explained my droll comment.
     "Just what the FUCK do you mean by THAT??" she exclaimed, unnerved by the strangeness and I didn't blame her one bit.
     "Desire, meet Roxy, my ex-girlfriend. Roxy, meet Desire, a love doll I agreed to test for someone I met yesterday."
     "Hi, Roxy," Desire cheerfully greeted the blonde, and squealed a little when Roxy numbly dropped her.
     "Love... doll...?" my ex whispered, backing away a little.
     "If you're going to freak out, you'd better leave now; it gets weirder. Or do you want to hear the whole story?"
     Roxy had glared at me at the freak out bit, but cautiously slid across to the bed and sat on it. Suspiciously looking at Desire and I, she said, "Okay, I'm listening." I sighed before starting.
     "I was a little depressed over our break up and wasn't looking where I was going in a mall yesterday and wound up in a sex shop owned by a lady named Winna Golden."
     "Miss Golden??" Roxy exclaimed in surprise.
     "You know her?" I asked eagerly, but Roxy shook her head.
     "Not personally. I know her shop and have seen her a few times, I mostly talk with one of her employees, Becky." My stare made Roxy hotly blush. "So I got curious! I like Becky anyway."
     "Never mind, I won't ask. But do you know how to reach her?"
     "She's too sick right now for anything." She peered suspiciously at me. "Why?"
     "Just a moment and I'll get to that." I covered myself a little while Desire sat crosslegged on the floor. "Winna was fairly friendly. We got talking and I confessed why I had walked in, then she asked me to test out some special inflatable love doll." Roxy glanced at Desire and I nodded. "Yeah, Desire. But at the time all I thought of doing was blowing up the doll, seeing how it looked, and dressing her up in real clothes or something for display for my male friends. Then I'd tell Winna what I thought of it. She mentioned something about being some kind of witch or wicca, but I didn't know why she had mentioned it at the time.
     "When I inflated the doll, I was impressed with the quality and the painted face, but then I kissed the doll in fun. A flash of light later, Desire appeared as she is now."
     Roxy was just a little slack jawed. "Yeah, well, that was my reaction too. After she wrapped her arms around me I stood up and took her up with me. She was just filled with air, Roxy! Desire weighed next to nil. Then she told me she needed water for weight and to look more human. After filling up a bit with the tap, she came on to me like a ton of bricks. And after I made her calm down a little," Roxy snorted but I went on, "she explained what she was and what she could do. She's not so much a companion as a dildo." I held up a hand to stop Roxy's heated response. "She's not really AWARE, Roxy. Desire was created and programmed! She's meant as stress relief, and she told me that herself. She does sex and that's it, she's," I couldn't help my voice softening here, "not you."
     Roxy turned to the still-smiling Desire. "Is this all true?"
     "I'm Edgar's love doll, Roxy, and I'm not meant to be a true companion, but I will certainly do what Edgar wants me to do. Even when he is married."
     My ex-girlfriend rubbed her hands over her eyes. "Christ, I hope I'm dreaming this." She frowned as she stared at the love doll. "What did Edgar mean by your capabilities?" Desire responded with the same thing she had told me yesterday.
     "I need water only. It provides weight, and the moisture for me to simulate a real woman. I can fool any detection system if Edgar wishes to go out with me and CAN eat food if necessary. My skin is pretty much indestructible and will not deteriorate as long as Edgar lives. I can defend Edgar or myself if needed. And I can change shape so Edgar will never be bored with this love doll."
     "Make your hair copper colored, Desire," I requested, curious myself. Unlike her breasts, her hair changed instantly, making Roxy gasp.
     "My God, it's true," she gasped, hand over her mouth.
     "Edgar liked it when I changed my bust size," Desire added with a smile. That earned me Roxy's glare again.
     "She did it when I asked her what she meant by changing shape!" I said in a hurry, which mollified her. "Are you sure you can't reach Winna?"
     "I said no. Why are you so eager to contact her? Isn't your 'love doll'," she waved in Desire's direction, "satisfying enough?"
     "I didn't expect THIS, Roxy!" I protested, then I sighed and rubbed my forehead tiredly. "I think Winna overlooked something when she made Desire. I found out about it last night, and it's very serious I believe."
     She blinked. "And what's that?"
     "It occurred when it got dark and ended when..." I stopped as it hit me. The sun had set, then the sun had come up! Oh shit. I started again, "Remember why we broke up?"
     "Yes..." Roxy looked slightly guilty and I wondered why.
     "After... uh... trying Desire out for a while, I tied her up on the bed. I thought it would be nice to see if a woman really would enjoy it before actually asking one again, I think Winna did a very good job but maybe it depends on the woman too. I had started when -- it happened."
     "Um, Edgar..." Roxy interrupted. "I had come back because I thought it over and I realized that you really did think I would enjoy it, and not just for getting your rocks off. I wanted to get back together." I was more than a little stunned at this. "As for that tying up business -- I'll think about it. But what did you mean by IT?"
     "When the sun set," I took a deep breath and went on, "we switched bodies." Roxy's eyes nearly popped from her head.
     "You... and.... her..." she pointed at the very attractive Desire, "were in... each other's body???" I nodded, and Roxy looked ready to faint.
     "Yeah, that's when I found out Desire wasn't aware and just programmed. She couldn't understand what had happened and wasn't able to cope with a male body. So she mindlessly went on with what I had started and began teasing her own body with me in it, and kept doing it till we switched back! She wouldn't untie me, just went on until she was back in her own body."
     Roxy was torn between concern, disbelief, and amusement at my tale. "When did you switch back?"
     "When the sun came up! I went through the sexual teasing for ten hours straight!" My girlfriend paled a little at the length. "Her body can take it, but I definitely wasn't ready. When did I orgasm it was tremendous, but hardy in the frame of mind to appreciate it. I thought she would keep going for days, when I could think straight that is!" I sighed. "Now do you understand why I want to see Winna? If I can't today, I'll need help with Desire when we switch again and I'm afraid we will. Can you think of anything, Roxy?"
     "If she's in your body..." She ran a hand though her hair. "Hm. Christ, this is fucking strange. Was she violent?"
     "No, just very disoriented and confused."
     "If we tie you up and would that work?"
     I thought about Desire's behaviour. "Actually, if I told her to stay where she was, and then we switch, we could leave her in my room and she should stay put."
     Curiosity won in Roxy, "How did it feel to be her?"
     "Odd. She's made to feel sex and pleasure like a normal woman, Roxy, but she's only air and water inside so I didn't feel any aches in my awkward position. No bones, no muscle, no brain. Nothing. She was made to feel pleasure, not to be a person. She doesn't get sore after sex so she can go all night, and as her, unwittingly, I did!"
     "Could you change like her when you were in her body?"
     I blinked. "I don't know. Desire, how do you change yourself?" Desire smiled as she looked at me.
     "I will myself to change, and I do."
     "Sounds simple," Roxy observed.
     "Why the interest?" I asked.
     "If you two are going to be switching you might as well find out all you can do." Her explanation sounded a little strange to me because she smiled funnily. "And maybe you should get her to fill up with water. God, I got a shock when I lifted her off the bed so easily." She chuckled.
     "Later," I chuckled with my girlfriend. "You've got me thinking about her shape now. Desire, can you lose about, oh, three inches of height?"
     "Certainly," she replied. We watched in fascination as the copper-haired beauty shrank, keeping everything in proportion.
     "Now try your hair blonde," it became a golden color, "eyes green," they changed as quickly as the hair. "Hmm..." I pretended to ponder, but Roxy didn't suspect what I was doing. "Make yourself look like Roxy," I said with a grin. Roxy gaped as Desire altered her features to exactly match my girlfriend's.
     She whirled angrily at me. "That's not funny, Edgar! She's naked!"
     "Well, when we switch I can pose

 # Missing section at the end of Part I, before II

    "The usual?" Roxy and I chorused, puzzled as the rest grinned at us, a familiar light growing in their eyes.
     "Remember? Our specialty is sex magic, so of course we keep in practice with each other whenever we have a meeting," Winna said with a smile. Remembering her body from outside, I had to say it must keep them very healthy.
     "Now I know where Desire got that horniness from," Roxy said, rolling her eyes. I was beginning to feel the temperature of the room rising, almost electric. I felt less tired as well, and said so.
     "You're beginning to absorb the sexual energies being released into the room. There ARE seven sex witches starting to become very horny in here."
     I smiled wryly. "And the fact that your ultimate sexual creation is truly living being now and sitting in front of you has nothing to do with it?"
     Debbie crawled over on hands and knees, her robe gaping open a little and showing off her delicious looking breasts inside, and smiled as she ran a hand up and down on my leg. "You know how artists can get involved in their work," she purred. Everyone else was smiling at me, including Roxy. "You have to admit, knowing what your body IS the ultimate sex object we could make is a real turn on." Her hand was sliding higher now, under my cover, and I was feeling warm all over. "But now it has your soul, and it's alive, and self-aware, and," she smiled as her seeking fingers found my wet pussy, "as horny as the rest of us."
     Roxy leaned over and kissed me on the lips, distracting me as Debbie gently removed my covers. "I think this would help us, but mostly you, deal with all of this, a lot," my girlfriend murmured when we separated, looking deep into my eyes which were twin to her own. The voluptuous Debbie's attentions were starting to make me breathe heavily.
     "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to," I confessed, shifting as Debbie parted my thighs. Everyone else was getting seriously turned on at this point, hands were slowly rubbing breasts or cunts all over. I gasped as the brown-haired woman plunged a finger into me, smiling wickedly. Roxy leaned over and started licking my breasts, ignoring my aching nipples for the moment.
     Seeing Roxy join in the fun with her virtual twin did it for the rest. Robes were untied and taken off, and furniture moved away with practiced ease. Roxy and Debbie stopped for a moment and guided me off the couch and laid me down in the middle of the room.
     "We need more breast to suck," Roxy said huskily, nipping the points of my breasts to emphasize HER point. I complied eagerly and my tits swelled to basketball size on my chest. She groaned and fell on one with a will.
     Becky kneeled on my other side and grinned. "You were right; she does like sucking big tits when you look like her, and so do I." The red-head started up on my other massive breast, rubbing and kneading, as Debbie explored my pussy more extensively.
     Blonde Tina looked at this with a sexy smile, then walked over and put my head between her legs. She lowered her pussy onto my face and I immediately started licking the aroused woman. The perky, red-headed Heather came over and sucked on the moaning Tina's nipples. The short haired brunette and a long haired blonde had teamed up on Winna and had the head witch sighing with pleasure. I found out later that they were the newest members into the group and Winna still had a lot to teach them.
     My first massive orgasm came powerfully, the triple stimulation I was getting on breasts and pussy were almost overwhelming. My cries were muffled by Tina's cunt, and set off her own cum and I lapped up her juices eagerly.
     Roxy and Becky were in love with my tits, I think Roxy orgasmed just sucking one, and it was a good thing I didn't get sore because they were really squeezing them around. Debbie, however, was getting really turned on as she plunged more fingers into my tight, but loosening, love tunnel. Her other hand was dipping into her own box and she was panting. Then she got the bright idea to try something new, and wasn't worried about me because I, or rather my body, was made to handle things like the one she had planned. She smiled wickedly, anticipating my reaction.
     "UUUUHHHGGGNNN!!!" I cried in my startlement as something HUGE entered my cunt. I nearly bucked Heather off, who had switched with Tina and was grinding against my mouth, and caught Roxy and Becky's attention with my convulsion. When they saw what Debbie was doing, they gaped.
     "Holy shit!" Becky cried, Roxy just stared. The smirking Debbie had her arm sticking out of my stretched cunt and she began pumping her fist in and out, driving me wild and I sucked Heather insanely as a result, pushing her over the edge with a squeal.
     After she got off, I pushed myself up and my eyes widened when I saw what was ramming me inside. Then I lost it and started a series of orgasms that didn't stop until Debbie pulled her fist out with a pop!
     When I regained my senses, I pushed Debbie onto her back and spread her legs, smiling evilly over her as my massive breasts dangled from my chest. "All right, now it's my turn," I said with an evil chuckle, fingering Debbie's extremely wet pussy. Roxy and Becky watched in puzzlement, caressing themselves as my body shrank. I stopped when my fist slid into the brown-haired woman's tunnel easily. When it was all the way in, making her groan, I slowly started expanding again, and my fist grew with me. The feeling of having something that was expanding fucking her must have been something, for Debbie was tossing her head from side to side and moaning non-stop. When I was full-sized again, I leaned down and sucked her clit as I pumped my arm.
     Debbie was a screamer and must've felt one hell of an orgasm because her pussy clenched me like a velvet vice. Like me, she kept orgasming until I pulled out, leaving her limp and dazed, but delirious with pleasure. Everyone had stopped to watch me work and smiled at the groaning girl's form.

     That was when the door to the basement opened and two black-clad and masked people rushed down the stairs. One male, one female, and both holding guns pointed in our shocked direction.
     The man chuckled at us. "Nice party. Just stay where you are and no one will be hurt."
     "If not..." the woman said threateningly, and waved her gun slightly to indicate what she meant.
     Covering herself regally, Winna glared at the two. "What do you want?"
     "Your little love doll or whatever you call it," the man said. I acted quickly and smiled sexily when his eyes roved in my direction, my huge breasts giving me away. "Whoa!" he cried. "I see why they want it."
     The woman was staring. "Jesus Christ, the breasts are a little overdone, don't you think?"
     I lazily stood up, and said, "As you wish." My breasts deflated down to Roxy's C-cup. "I am a love doll, my name is Desire, do you want me to suck and fuck you?" I smiled like Desire had always smiled. The two intruders were amazed at what I had done.
     "Incredible," the man said, a little stunned, but I didn't do anything else but caress my breasts. My friends knew I was acting, Desire was dead, but played along. "I'm beginning to see why someone would want to study you," he said. That was good, these guys weren't with that necromancer. "Damn, if they make more like her I'm going to have to own one."
     "You would," the woman retorted, just as amazed as her companion.
     They hadn't seen nothing yet.
     "Do you want me to have another shape?" I purred softly and began to change. I think everyone was shocked, intruders and friends alike, when I added a few more inches to my height and changed into someone's wet dream. My hair became as light as feathers and lengthened to brush my derriere so it practically floated around and behind me. My nose became a slightly upturned one, my lips ruby red, small, moist, and looking delectable. I had fun with my eyes; they were slightly angled giving me an exotic look, became a bright sky blue, with dark eyelashes, and were slightly larger than human eyes had a right to be. The face was a delicate oval shape and my alabaster-skinned body somewhere between voluptuous and graceful. Wide hips, long legs, tight buttocks, narrow waist, and a pair of round, firm white, D-cup breasts with pink nipples that were hardening. My swollen pussy was plainly visible without pubic hair, as usual.
     No one seemed able to move as they all stared at me walking over to the man and, before he snapped to his senses and thought I was going to attack him, knelt before him. "I am a love doll, I am Desire," I whispered as I gazed up at him, I also found out I could adjust my voice when I said it in a husky, higher pitched voice than before that dripped sex.
     His hard-on was showing, and he gave no resistance as I unbuckled his belt and gently shoved them down, freeing the trapped member and it sprang up.
     I think that snapped the woman out of it, but I ignored her. She saw everyone staring at me with lust in their eyes and couldn't repress a shiver of desire herself. The situation was still under their control and she thought it best if her current partner shoot his load off. He'd think more rationally then. But the creature fondling his dick and bringing her ruby lips closer to it was far more than either of them had suspected.
     I tickled his ball sack and slowly licked my way up the underside of his dick. I had been a man before I was switched into this love doll body, and I knew exactly what this asshole wanted. Besides, I figured I'd have to do it sometime and remembered Tina's words about sucking sexual fluids to recharge myself. Now was not a time to be squeamish, and I suspected again that this body I now owned was affecting my sexual desires. I ringed his throbbing head twice and then swallowed his average-sized length. I found I had no gag reflex which was a relief, and I really didn't need to breathe so I didn't need to rush things as I sucked. My throat 'muscles' massaged him and he groaned. This whole setting was erotic, a lesbian orgy in front of him with him in control, and a shape-changing creation made purely for sex, sucking him off, that was the most gorgeous female creature he had ever seen.
     He erupted at last and his white come was quickly swallowed by me. I could actually feel the sexual energy in his seed as I absorbed it into myself and it felt invigorating. He finally stopped and I slowly removed my mouth, smiling up at him.
     "Damn!!" he managed, gaping down at my wide, innocent-seeming blue eyes. "She's fucking incredible!" I mischievously licked my lips.
     "So let's take her and get out of here already," the woman replied, anxious to be gone before the necromancer made his move.
     "Uh... right," holding his gun in one hand he reached to pull his pants back on. It was difficult when I had his cock and balls in a firm grip. "Let go, doll, maybe later."
     "I'm a love doll and I've got the desire to squeeze your nuts," I replied as I stood up with a saucy smile, not letting go. He cursed.
     "Let go, you stupid bitch!" He slapped me, hard. I didn't let go. He cursed again and hit me in the side of the head with the bottom of his gun.
     My head jerked to the side from the impact, and I felt a little pain, more an indication of how hard he had hit than a warning, but I remained fully conscious. "I am an INFLATABLE love doll," I said with a sexy smile, still playing my part. "And I love your balls." I squeezed harder, making him wince in pain.
     "Help me!" he cried to his partner, finally realizing his predicament. He couldn't knock me out because I wasn't human and he was afraid that he'd be hurt if he struggled harder.
     The woman was both amused and annoyed. "How the fuck do I do that?? You tried knocking her out and failed. If I do anything she'll probably bust your balls!" She whirled to the others and pointed her gun at them. "Get her to stop!"
     "We can't," Winna said, "some necromancer came by and killed the man that controlled her. She went out of control and took out her master's killer. Somehow, she's still functioning, but for how long we don't know and we were trying to exhaust her before you came in. I don't think she likes males anymore," she observed, the man wincing in pain as I squeezed harder yet.
     "This thing took out the necro?" The woman swore, backing away from us.
     "Fuck! Shoot it then!" the man screamed. "Before it kills us both!" They erroneously thought I had killed Desire's killer. The woman whirled, knowing the man was right and aimed the gun at my head.
     I'd been waiting for this. The threat, even if I suspected the bullet wouldn't affect me, of the woman was enough to trigger my defensive reaction. I felt the energy coming into me from the ground and air. I wanted control of this instinctive force so as the wind built up I tried shaping it to do something other than what I had done with the necromancer.
     The sudden wind around the man and I made the woman back away in fear, but it was too late. She wasn't picked up by the wind, but rather pushed into the basement wall and held there as she screamed in shock. The energy-laden wind rushed out of my puckered mouth and dived into hers as she screamed, silencing her. Her shirt pushed out suddenly and she watched helplessly in terror as her breasts inflated with the mystic air. It was an incredible sight as her black shirt suddenly tore when a flaw in the material made it rip prematurely, flinging the cloth aside so all could see her bikini-tanned tits jutting straight forwards. Her tit-balloons grew past the basketball stage and kept going. I stopped when they were three feet long and two and a half wide apiece. The wind died, letting her fall to the ground and staring with total shock at her tightly inflated, massive chest.
     The man gaped at the sight.
     "I love your gun. Give it to me?" I demanded more than asked. Numbly, he placed it in my hand and I let go of his balls. "Ooo... Nice knockers! Can I feel?" I said and I rushed over to the helpless woman and tweaked a huge nipple. "Mmm...." I said, and licked it, the woman whimpered as I hadn't wanted to paralyse her.
     Terrified, the man pulled up his pants and ran up the stairs like the devil was after him. We heard the outside door slam soon after.
     My friends laughed so hard they held their tummies, except for Winna who came over with a smile and took the other gun from the frozen woman and made sure their were no more weapons on her person.
     I dropped the gun on the stairs and then posed with my hands on my hips. "I'm a sex doll, will you fuck with me?" I asked innocently. Everyone whooped at that. Roxy stood and ran over to hug me, relieved it was over.
     "My God!" she cried, looking me over. "I couldn't believe my eyes when you changed into this, Edgar!" Becky and Tina stood up and looked me over with relief and barely-concealed lust in their eyes. "I thought Desire had come back from the dead!"
     "I needed to get close. And," I shrugged, delighting the others watching me, "this, I figured, would get me close. Overkill, I suppose."
     "Actually, it fits the title 'love doll' beautifully," Becky leered.
     The woman had heard all this and snapped out of her daze. "Wh-what the FUCK are you talking about??" she demanded, shakily.
     I walked around her beach ball breasts and kneeled beside her. She edged away a little as I looked at her soberly with my large, blue eyes. "Simply put: we fooled you. You see, there was a glitch when Desire bonded to her master. At night they switched bodies, which should have been impossible but it happened. They were in this state when the necromancer showed up and killed Desire's master, but it was Desire in her master's body who was killed and her master found himself permanently stuck in Desire's love doll body. That is me." I pulled her hood off to see her wide-eyed, shocked expression. "The necromancer tried to kill me too, but now I was a human soul fused with a complex construct's body and he couldn't kill me. However, his intent was to kill, or maim, and this body's defences, altered and more powerful because of my soul, struck. He's outside now and resembles a giant, human beach ball. Totally helpless and paralysed." She gulped.
     "H-How come I'm not..."
     "A beach ball?" I answered. "I wasn't prepared for it then, but I was when you tried to shoot me. I wanted you able to move and talk and it worked. I didn't know how to completely stop it so I decided to aim for your breasts." I looked her straight in the eye. "My body's killer took away the chance of me becoming human again. I can't forgive that, plus he's a necromancer, so I don't care what happens to him. You, however, were likely just being paid, and didn't hurt anyone so I did this. I may be able to return you to normal eventually, but now I don't know how. You can't get out of this basement with those so you have to live on our mercy."
     She looked at me, then her breasts and realized I was right. "Goddamn it! You've turned me into a freak!" she cried, half-sobbing and didn't resist when I got her to stand so her destroyed outfit could be taken off. Her tits pointed slightly downwards so she could see ahead of herself, but she closed her eyes as if she could deny them. When her balloons were caressed, however, she jumped, making them bounce, and her eyes flew open.
     Tina and the younger pair were standing around her massive bust, afire with curiosity and hands rubbing and pressing into the tit-balloons. As the woman stared in amazement and shock, the long-haired blonde used a hand to squeeze one of her huge nipples and this made both tighten, erect. "How do they feel?" Tina asked curiously, not stopping her caresses.
     "Good, but the pressure inside them is weird..." the woman began, then shook her head to get her mind back on track. "What the hell are you doing?!" she demanded, backing away, but they just followed.
     "Our interest is in sex magicks, so we're interested," Tina explained. "We don't want to hurt you, just see if your breasts are okay. We've never seen anything like this before," she confessed. "Don't you want to know?"
     "I..." The woman was torn, but the caresses kept going and her knees were getting weak. The whole situation was unreal. "I... have to sit down." The trio stopped as she sat down, then decided to lay down all the way. Her breasts stuck almost straight up and even she had to marvel at the amazing sight. Tina and the two continued and she bit her lip to fight back a moan; the stimulation was getting to her.
     I went down on hands and knees and smiled down at her. "What's your name anyway? You're going to be here for a long time after all."
     "P-Pam," she stuttered seeing my lovely face and breasts above her. Her eyes flew open then for some reason and she gasped. Becky's chuckle from behind her breasts told me the red-head was exploring our captive in another, wetter area.
     "Welcome to the orgy, Pam," I said with a chuckle. "And... AAAHHH!!!" I cried out, eyes popping, as something unexpectedly plunged into my vagina. I whipped my head around to see Debbie kneeling behind me and wearing some kind of strap-on dildo which she was drawing out of me torturously slow with a big grin on her face. Winna had left to dispose of the guns and clothes but I saw Heather and Roxy embracing behind Debbie. "W-Where'd you get THAT?" I asked, staring at the tool that lunged into me again and making me moan.
     "We have all sorts of toys down here in the other rooms," was Debbie's chuckled response and she continued thrusting into me. She appeared very excited with my new form and was enjoying fucking it immensely. "And like Edgar was saying: Welcome to the orgy, Pam!"
     The mercenary below me had to grin at my surprise, then cried out herself as Becky and the others really got started on her.
     It was a long night.

     I woke up before everyone else at the crack of dawn. Last night's event drained the others, but recharged me after all. I quietly and carefully separated from Roxy and stood up. Pam was immediately obvious with her huge hooters and I saw the brunette and blonde sleeping on either side of their former captor; they'd taken a shining to her apparently. I found Debbie had been behind me but had turned in her sleep. Becky, Heather, and Tina were in a group around Winna.
     Remembering that there was a bathroom in the basement I headed there. Closing the door behind me, I looked in the mirror and saw the wet dream I had become last night. My long hair was a mess and dried female cum was all over my body making me uncomfortable, yet pleased. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The spray on my cum-covered body was a relief.
     I wondered how heavy I was, we had filled Desire up to ninety kilos but I had to have lost a lot of water since. Perhaps I was around eighty or so. The water inside me felt... I don't know. Slightly dirty? Maybe I had to replace it regularly, but how? I didn't need to go to the bathroom as such, maybe if I ate I would, but perhaps I should will the water out?
     I tried it. I surprised myself when water spurted out in a gush from my anus and the small hole women used to pee with. I knew it was the right thing to do when I felt a pleasant relief at the release of the slightly dirty water. Lighter and lighter I felt and when all the H2O was gone the shower was able to push me around so I turned it off. My skin had a faint, plasticy sheen to it that Desire had before she had drank some water. Rubbing the back of my hand to my wet breast made a faint squeaking sound. It was hard to walk as I had little weight but normal strength. Drying myself off sounded like drying off a balloon, it was extremely strange, but erotic as I was far from a normal balloon.
     When I carefully left the bathroom, feeling refreshed, I saw my activity was making the others stir.
     Tina looked at me sleepily, then woke up quickly when I lightly bounded over her in slow motion. "What the Hell?!?" she shouted, amazed, waking up everybody in a hurry. They all stared as I bounced slowly over to a sleepy-eyed but gaping Roxy.
     "I went to the bathroom, and I feel SO much lighter!" I said, then laughed at their expressions. Roxy grabbed me around my slim waist and, wide-eyed, raised me over her head. "Ooo... I love strong women," I cooed. I gave a startled exclamation when she twisted me around and tucked me under one of her arms at my waist, feet forward.
     "What the hell is this?" she demanded to the more knowledgeable watchers.
     "Edgar drained the water from his, er, her supply. It's normal," Tina reassured her, "the water keeps her clean inside, but it will get dirty."
     "It was a little," I confirmed. "I just did it to see if I could dump it if I had to." I could see Pam staring at Roxy effortlessly holding me under her arm and she wasn't the only one. "Uh, shouldn't we get ready for work?" I said, "We have to..." Then I remembered I had a problem in that area. Like my body being dead. My sudden silence told the others that I had recalled that dismal fact.
     Roxy gently released me and quickly put me onto my feet. She saw my depressed face and wrapped an arm around my waist. "I know it's hard, Edgar, but there's nothing we can do." I nodded slowly and she turned to Winna. "What will we do about his body?"
     "We'll discuss it when the alterationalists come, which will be soon so everyone clean up!" The head witch pondered Pam's big bosom, making the woman shift nervously. "Maybe we can squeeze her through doors later, right now we'll have to towel wash you."
     Pam's shoulders slumped as I carefully walked towards her. When I was close, she looked me up and down. "Jesus, you really are a love doll, aren't you?"
     "In the plastic flesh," I affirmed, then yelped as Debbie grabbed my waist and lifted me effortlessly up the stairs.
     "Time to make a water balloon!" she laughed.

     Roxy had managed to get me dressed in the clothes Desire had worn after I changed into her double before the alterationalists arrived. The alts came in two vehicles: a huge, blue truck and a white van. They seemed a curious crew, I saw only one female out of the seven who had arrived and one man who looked more like a cop than a worker of magics. I was surprised later when I found out that I was right.
     "Hi, Winna," a willowy, chestnut-haired woman with thick glasses said, giving our host a cheerful hug. She had intellectual written all over her and looked around forty. She introduced herself and the cop. "I'm Rebecca Stone, and this is my husband Tomas Stone who's a police lieutenant. He helps us out when something like this comes up."
     Tomas was a husky man with curly brown hair and had a friendly cast to his muddy-brown eyes. "Tell me what happened and I'll see what we can do," he asked Winna. She started the tale, Tomas blinked when she came to me and looked at Roxy and I in astonishment, his wife with a more delighted examination. However, when the event with the necromancer came up his eyes turned hard and she looked more compassionate. Both gaped when the inflated necromancer was rolled into sight.
     "Oh... my... God..." Rebecca whispered. "That's incredible!"
     "Honey, THAT'S going to challenge you," her husband chuckled. He peered up into the rumbling sky, "Let's load the poor bastard. We won't need his shoes."
     "Shoes?" I wondered.
     "I'm sorry, er, miss, but we're going to have to report you dead." He outlined the story. "You both decided to play hooky and accepted Ms. Winna's invitation to visit her house. You stayed overnight and were fooling around in the back yard when the killer appeared. You stood and he killed you, then fled. I and my wife had just arrived, as Rebecca knows her, I heard your girlfriend's screams and rushed to find out what had happened and stayed to make sure the killer did not return. Winna phoned as soon as she saw the body." He sighed. "That's the best I can do. It should work as he likely had a car stashed somewhere."
     Winna nodded, satisfied. "Then we'd best start."

     I left with Tina and Becky as our presence would be considered odd and any sudden contact with Roxy would be considered bad for a while. A strange girl suddenly appearing with a murdered man's girlfriend would not look good for either of us. I changed my appearance slightly, but only in the face and hair. Tomas had promised to get me identity papers when things settled down and I decided on a course for my new life. He'd become used to the unusual with his wife's business and he figured at least one cop ought to keep an eye on things arcane.
     On the way to the store, the three of us made a joke of possible career choices for me. Topless dancer, fashion model, porno star, bomb squad, actress, secretary, etc. I didn't have to worry about a lot of things now. I'd asked Winna how tough my body was and she said that they'd made it as durable as magically possible. Even Desire would have laughed at the bullet last night and even with more powerful weapons, but I would be even tougher. The needed force to actually hurt my body would have to be phenomenal. I couldn't get pregnant, get diseases, and would never get hungry or thirsty. Well, except for water, perhaps.
     I thought boredom was my worst enemy, that and the public. If normal people found out what I could do I wasn't sure what would happen but I bet it wouldn't be nice. It was bad enough mystic circles knew about Desire as it is.
     I went with the duo to the store that had changed my life. They set up shop as I wandered around the store, examining things with new interest. Now that I was female a lot of this stuff could be fun to try out, later. I got bored eventually and told them I'd return at closing. I explored the mall all day, catching male glances coming my way.
     When the day ended, I return to the store and got a surprise.
     "You what??" I said, blinking in amazement.
     "Tina's booked for tonight and so am I, but we arranged for some fun for you at our place," Becky said with a grin.
     "Well, we know these absolutely handsome twins and "

     I couldn't believe I was doing this. Becky had said she owed these twins a favor and it would help her a lot if I did this. It wasn't like I had pressing business elsewhere. I had agreed and she had told me what kind of woman they liked. Their problem was that they wanted to fuck the same woman at the same time and these guys had endurance to burn AND supposedly they were really hung. Few women wanted to go with two twins at once who could each fuck the average woman to death. Some kind of freak hormone in them both made them this way. Becky had told them I had agreed for only one night which was fine with them.
     So I was a platinum-blonde, busty and firm bombshell, about 5' 8" at the moment, clad in only one of Becky's robes. Like quite a few men they liked their breasts big so I was about DD size with crimson nipples. Oddly, they liked grey eyes, but they had them too so that was accountable. My tanned skin completed the overall effect.
     The doorbell rang and, feeling very nervous, I answered. Two identical blonde men stood outside. They wore t-shirts and shorts so their nicely defined bodies were shown off to me. On the other hand, they were practically drooling over my appearance, and to be honest my nearly naked state didn't help.
     One of them coughed, realizing I was waiting for them so say something. "Hi, we're Tony and Tim. Becky's friends?"
     "Come on in," I said with a smile and they quickly walked in. They took off their shoes as I closed the door. But when I turned around, one of them pulled me close and kissed me deeply, the other went behind me and squeezed my ass. Fast workers!
     The kisser pulled away and gasped out, "Sorry, but it's not every day my brother and I get to do this. Doesn't help that you look so damn perfect." He and his brother were janking off their clothes in a fury. "It really stinks that we have to leave at midnight."
     Jesus, these guys looked almost desperate. It certainly eased my conscious about all this. I stepped from between the pair and into the middle of Tina and Becky's living room. Then I let the robe slowly drop. Tony and Tim's eyes nearly bulged from their heads at the sight of a woman that fit their idea of perfection to the letter. I, myself, was trying not to stare at the twins. Then again, their eleven inches looked pretty darn thick standing at attention. "I'm all yours till then, gentlemen," I purred.
     They stepped forward as one and surrounded me again, sandwiching me between their hard bodies. The one in front kissed me while rubbing my moistening slit, the one behind ground his member into my firm rear and manipulated my soft breasts and hardening nipples. Becky had told me these guys liked to do most of the action and she hadn't lied, all I had to do was follow their lead and enjoy the ride. My moans were muffled by the kiss, but they were getting more frequent.
     I missed some exchanged signal for they put their hands on my hips and guided me down into a doggie-style position, spreading my legs. They skipped the rest of normal foreplay and positioned themselves, one at my pussy and the other in front. I bent my head back and opened my mouth, guessing what they wanted and was right. They were a snug fit in throat and cunt as they slowly pushed their way into me, their groans betraying their pleasure. I felt like a spitted piece of meat, but couldn't deny liking the feeling of being filled in both ends. The one in my pussy leaned forward and grabbed my dangling breasts as he began pumping. His twin grabbed my shoulders and synchronized with him.
     All I could do was go with the flow. They had truckloads of stamina for all their eagerness. I came three times in the first position before they shot double massive loads of cum into me. They even came at the same time! Then they switched places and put me on the floor. My cunt was filled again while the second put his between my breasts, pushing my big mams together as he tit-fucked me. They switched places half way though that position before shooting off again, cum was sprayed all over my tits and face and they both massaged the white stuff into my knockers, big grins on their faces and a smile on mine.
     Twice cummed and still ramrod stiff. Unbelievable. But the next was apparently their favorite and saved for last. We all stood and they marvelled aloud at how energetic I still was after all the times I had cum myself.
     "Takes a licking and keeps on kicking," I said with a saucy smile.
     They grinned and sandwiched me again. The front one lowered himself a bit and gently guided himself into my love tunnel all the way until our crotches met. Then I felt my ass cheeks pulled apart. I'd never had it up the ass yet, and waited anxiously for the next bit. His cock head pushed at my sphincter and increased the pressure. I relaxed and it popped in, making me moan deeply as both huge cocks eventually impaled my body.
     They alternated quite a bit. Sometimes thrusting into me at the same time, sometimes one fully in and one fully out. The dual filling and my tits being manipulated kept my arousal state very high and I orgasmed often. After their third cum, they switched sides and started again, but this time they had to wait a minute for their dicks to recover. They plunged on, and I was the one they did it to.
     Finally, it was eleven forty-five and they shot their load a forth time. We'd been going non-stop for almost four hours and the twins had finally reached their limit. I'd lost count how many times I came with the pair, and kissed them tenderly in thanks as they dressed to leave. They looked very happy and almost reluctant to go, but they had to. When they asked for my name, I merely smiled mysteriously as I waved and closed the door.
     After, I showered my cum and sweat covered body, tweaking my nipples sometimes, and thought about the events of tonight. I'd actually liked fucking with the twins, but would've preferred being more of an active participant. And I think I enjoyed being with women more. Ah well, I was a sex doll now, I could handle doing both.
     On a lark, I became that wet dream I'd used to fool Pam and that man she had been with and stared at my slightly inhuman reflection in the mirror. Jeez, no wonder everyone had been so shocked; I'd have stood in line for ten years to fuck this body when I was male. It wasn't just the body, however, I felt some kind of sexual 'glow' radiating from me. I wondered why, possibly it was because I had wanted that man to be utterly captivated by me and added something more than a great body. This body felt more like the actual 'me' than any of the others as well, with a magical attraction to it bordering on a charm. I decided to save my energies and went to bed on the couch, tempted as I was to explore this body, covers hiding my perfect body.

     I awoke the next morning to find Becky licking my pussy and Tina nibbling my nipples. I must've tossed my covers off last night. The two had seen I had changed into this body again and couldn't resist.
     "Don't you guys let up?" I groaned.
     "Not when you look more appetizing than breakfast," Tina retorted primly, rolling my nipples with her fingers and making me catch my breath. They were dressed to go for work so they weren't getting too far into it. Me, I had I few questions I wanted to ask them.
     "Do you two think I'm casting some kind of sexual charm or anything in this body?" I said, and that made them stop.
     "No," Becky said, looking at me thoughtfully, "but we are uncommonly turned on by this sex goddess form of yours."
     "Maybe it's the combination of your soul and the sexual nature of the construct's body. You just show it openly in this form," Tina theorized. I changed into my imitation of Roxy before they could continue. Tina nodded when I finished. "Yes, not magical, but definitely not physical either. Interesting."
     "In other words, you just radiate sexual vibes," Becky chuckled. "Oh, by the way, the twins left a message on the answering machine. Apparently, you were a big hit with them and they wanted to meet up with you again some time."
     "Maybe later. They were good, but four hours straight of doing nothing but standing still and being fucked by twin eleven inch dicks isn't something I want to do often." Becky whistled.
     "Whoa. So the rumours were true. Now I'm glad I didn't do them myself; I'd have fainted after two hours of that. I need time to recover."
     "They didn't," I said ruefully, and they laughed as they got ready to leave. "Is there any place you know of that would generate a lot of sexual tension? I'm curious as to how much energy I can store." Tina looked thoughtful.
     "That's more Debbie's specialty," she said. Why was I not surprised? "Sex witches sometimes gather energies for big projects and she went around for a year to collect the power to make Desire."
     Becky snorted. "Overkill on her part. We could've made a frigging nuke with the amount of power she gathered. Made things easier in some ways but handling it was a bitch. I'm glad Winna did that part." She waved as they walked out the door. "I'll call her today and maybe we can roam the town tonight," Becky promised and closed the door.
     Debbie's big titted, naked body appeared in my mind. She was the next most person after my body after Roxy, and she didn't care what form I was in.
     Tonight could be interesting, I mused.

     "Well? How do you like this place?" Debbie grinned, squeezing my thigh.
     "Definitely has sexual tension," I had to admit, just loud enough to be heard over the music. The place was the most popular and large strip joint in town. It had a fast paced atmosphere and the women on stage really knew how to whip the mostly male crowd into a panting frenzy. Some were only B-cup, or even A-cup, but those moved with such sensualness with their tight bodies that the patrons didn't give a damn. I watched those keenly, and I learned a lot from them.
     The four of us were a little ways from the main stage. Debbie had given me an outfit of hers so I was following her measurements. I think she lied because my black top that only barely covered my breasts was tight and pushed my breasts up under the small leather jacket I wore overtop. Same with the painted on, black leather pants. I was a red-head tonight with long curly hair framing a freckled face and green eyes. Becky had only smirked. Needless to say the others were dressed like I was, to kill, and we four were attracting not a small bit of attention ourselves.
     As for me absorbing sex energy, I was practically inhaling it with this crowd. I thought there was a hidden orgy somewhere.
     A slender, dark haired woman with a crew cut and a pierced nose in a dark green bodysuit came up to our table and grinned at us. "Hey, Deb, this your harem?" she said. My friend rolled her eyes.
     "No, just my friends, Nancy."
     "What's the difference?" The woman laughed. "Anyhow, gotta run. Cya!" She sauntered away.
     "Bitch," Debbie muttered.
     "Not your favorite person?" I asked and she shook her head in a negative.
     "She uses the Art, but sex isn't her primary focus like ours," she nodded at Tina and Becky who were listening attentively. "I first ran into her two years ago and we took an immediate dislike to the other. We finally came head to head six months ago when I was collecting power to make Desire. She was experimenting with something else that required the same thing and took offence when she saw me here doing the same thing. We got into a Duel." Tina and Becky sucked their breath in surprise. "Since there was so much sex energy here it fell into my specialty and I won. She, on the other hand, went into a series of orgasms that didn't stop until she dropped." She looked worried. "I don't know if she's dropped the hatchet or not."
     "What is her specialty?" I said.
     "Enchantment of objects, I think." She shrugged and hefted her drink. "Just forget her and let's enjoy the show." Her other hand wandered up my thigh again.
     We did, and generally enjoyed the next few hours. Becky and Tina were getting tipsy, but Debbie wasn't even close and I didn't think I could get drunk. I was feeling good about the energy I was absorbing all this time and felt a nice warm mellow glow growing inside me. I'd almost say I was getting horny but it wasn't quite right.
     Then a serious looking man in a business suit walked up to us. He looked seriously out of place with his no-nonsense demeanour and we became immediately wary.
     "Ladies," he said politely, "Mr. Raymond would like to meet with you." The three with me paled a little, Becky gulped nervously.
     "And who is Mr. Raymond?" I asked him, wondering at my friend's reactions as they obviously knew this person.
     "My employer, and Master." He emphasised the master and I knew he was talking about magic. I was still in the dark though and he noticed. "Your companions know him well and can discuss it with you on the way to the limousine." He waved an arm to indicate which direction to go, we stood up and followed the professional seeming man, me still being very puzzled.
     "WHO is this 'Mr. Raymond'??" I whispered.
     "Only about the richest and most powerful archmage around," Becky muttered. "I hear he likes to keep the local arcane squabblers deal with their problems peacefully and can enforce it if necessary."
     "Oh." Suddenly, I felt a little afraid.
     Tina sighed. "We should've known he would become involved after those two incidents at Winna's." She would've said more but we reached the limo then.
     "If you give your car keys to these gentlemen your cars will be returned to your homes safely," Mr. Suit said, indicating two younger versions of himself. They, however, were looking at us four attractive women appreciatively. Becky and Debbie gave the keys to them not really having a choice and the five of us piled into the black vehicle.
     It was a nervous ride as Mr. Suit kept his silence and the others worried. Eventually, we headed into a wealthy section of town and reached an iron gate that opened automatically. We drove a ways into the estate before driving up to the mansion where we stopped.
     When we got out we gaped a little at the huge building before we were directed in. The inside of the place was huge as we travelled through one of its halls and eventually reached our destination and entered the double-doored room.
     It was a richly done room with dark shades predominant throughout and appeared to be a study. There were bookshelves filled with tomes along the walls and paintings where they weren't. Some furniture was scattered around as well. A large, darkened oak desk was at the other end of the medium-sized room.
     Behind it was Mr. Raymond. It was immediately obvious he was the lord of this castle. A hawk-like face with keenly sharp brown eyes, with only faint wrinkles in the corners, that almost shone with intelligence and power. His black hair had twin streaks of white on either side, showing his age, but he was far from old as his leanly muscled body was evident under his tasteful clothing. He had a neutral expression on his face.
     Not so another. A woman of about twenty or so stood beside the desk and she didn't look happy at all to see us. She was of average height and had short black hair. Her face was attractive, but looked a little anorexic as her too thin body in an elegant black dress reenforced that opinion. Her hazel eyes glared angrily at us four as she held a glass of what looked to be champagne.
     "Welcome," Mr. Raymond said politely. "I trust your trip wasn't too rough?"
     Becky coughed. "Uh... Yes, sir."
     "Good," he said, nodding, then looked at the woman. "Perhaps you should put the glass down for now, granddaughter." Oh shit, I thought, seeing the resemblance in the two now. Something was up.
     Tight-lipped, she obeyed and the glass set on the desk. "So these are them?" she demanded. Her voice would have been nicer to hear without the fury in it.
     "Yes," the archmage affirmed, watching her carefully. She didn't see, or care; all her attention was on us four.
     "Which one is it?" I started to frown at that, becoming a little worried. More so when he pointed at me.
     "That one."
     The thin woman snarled, baring her teeth, "You fucking bimbo doll!" she spat and from somewhere in her dress, whipped out a knife that glowed black and evil. Before I could move she threw it right for my bare midsection where my jacket gaped open. I swore the thing almost clawed through the air for me, wanting so very eagerly to end my life.
     It hit my stomach.
     What happened next was almost comical. It froze in mid-air as it still pointed at me, then the blackness around it was extinguished by something within me. It clattered to the tiled floor, harmless.
     Mr. Raymond shook his head sadly, finally showing his frustration as his grandchild looked at me and the fallen knife with disbelief. "Catherine, I am well and truly disappointed in you. I allowed your relationship with that idiot, unattached necromancer because I thought it only a fling. But you ALSO began following his advice and started learning black arts which I do NOT approve of in others, much less those of my own blood. I have seen and fought that sort too often to see my line fall into such evil. You haven't gone far, but even using a borrowed cursed blade from one of his ilk damns you!" She paled at his words.
     "Even more," he continued, more heatedly and showing his disgust, "you acted without thinking, and in magic that can be disastrous if you do not know what you are dealing with and even I am not fully certain in this matter." He looked at me.
     I was trying my best to restrain my power, not wanting to anger the archmage by attacking his granddaughter. It was a slowly losing battle and I was gritting my teeth and sweating with the effort.
     "I know about your reactions to attacks," he said to me, "and I appreciate your attempt to stop it, but she's a damn fool and has brought whatever you do upon herself."      Catherine was backing away in panic as she saw the wind start swirling around me. "Grandfather! You can't!" she pleaded.
     "You did this yourself, reap the rewards," was his only response.
     I couldn't hold back any longer, but neither was I going to let another chance to control this power pass me by. I was still glowing inside with the power I had collected inside the strip bar and I figured I owed the bitch for her remarks and trying to kill me. So it was experimentation time, I thought vengefully, and the winds howled for the archmage's granddaughter, pinning her to a wall as she screamed in fright.
     I wondered what would happen if people didn't scream during their immobilization, for that was how the glowing wind that escaped from my mouth entered a person. Bimbo she said, bimbo she gets, I thought.
     The black dress on the thin woman began to strain in all sorts of places as she gained extra flesh to her skinny frame, then gave up and ripped apart, flying open because of the wind. Her hips widened and legs filled into an attractive shape. Her waist stayed tiny, and her once-thin face now looked much better than before, though it was hard to tell from her shocked and panicked expression. For I'd decided to do the same to her as I had to Pam and her previously non-existent breasts were blimping out insanely, not with flesh like the rest of her but with magical air. They stopped at a smaller size than Pam's, but only slightly so that she would be able to get through doors. Perhaps two feet around I estimated as the flow stopped and she slid, stunned, to the floor.
     "No, no, no, no..." she whimpered, her eyes only on her inflated tits, knowing she couldn't pass them off as normal. Personally, I was surprised how much of that glow remained in me, it had diminished but less than I had imagined it would after fleshing her out. With meat on her bones she really was quite attractive, but I don't think she would've thanked me.
     Mr. Raymond was breathing a little heavily and I didn't blame him even if she was his granddaughter. "Peter," he said, and Mr. Suit stepped forward. "Take Catherine and make sure she doesn't do anything rash."
     "At once, sir." Peter went over and carefully lifted the shocked young woman. The ballooned boobs were awkward, but he managed to get her out the doors. Mr. Raymond sighed.
     "I must apologize for my granddaughter's behaviour; she has been having trouble in her life and hasn't dealt with it well." He eyed me with more than a passing interest. "Extremely interesting what you did though, but less than your very existence, Mr. Underwood." I jumped and he nodded, smiling for the first time. "Yes, I am aware of the tragedy that occurred. I like to be kept informed." Looking at the others, he nodded. "Other than the accident, I must congratulate you young women on your accomplishment. Even before his soul was stuck in this body, it must have been something to behold. As for the general interest in 'acquiring' your work," we all shifted nervously, "I'm going to put an end to it. Your creation has a soul now and is NOT property. Certainly not helpless either," he observed wryly, as we sighed in relief.
     "Thank you, Mr. Raymond," Becky said, and the rest of us nodded.
     "They can ask your group politely if they want, but I would make sure 'accidents' like the one that caused your trouble, Mr. Underwood, be prevented against. The next fellow might not be so lucky," he warned. Tina nodded.
     "If we do it again, we will." Everyone chuckled.
     The archmage leaned back then and regarded me curiously. "How flexible are your powers of shape-changing?" he asked. I had to shrug.
     "I honestly don't know. Desire was pretty amazing and I didn't have much time to see everything. Myself, I can likely do more but I haven't tried yet."
     Mr. Raymond looked at me thoughtfully, obviously trying to decide something, and there was a repressed excitement beginning to show. Interest in my magical nature, I supposed. At last, he sighed and leaned forward to put his palms on his desk. "Mr. Underwood, I have an unusual offer to give you."
     Puzzled, I looked at the others then faced him and said, "What offer?"
     Almost embarrassed, he rubbed his chin with his hand. "I wish to see you demonstrate a few of your unique talents with something I believe you have not tried to do yet but think quite possible for you."
     "Go on," I prompted.
     "You see," he chuckled at himself, "I am something of a breast man. I try to repress it as it does not suit my personal liking but here I am faced with an opportunity to help you and indulge myself with two of my fantasies. I am a sex fiend at heart, I fear, however much I hide it from myself."
     "I have a girlfriend who likes to fuck a big-breasted twin of herself, and I've done it with hyperactive twins, I won't worry overmuch," I said dryly, and he had to smile. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two small stacks of paper that were stapled together. He pushed them across the desk for me.
     "I think you'll find these sufficient to tell you why I think only you can do this," he explained. "I suggest you sit down while you read."
     "Alright," I said and did so, feeling a bit weirded out. I flipped the first page and started. "You want to film this?"
     "I want to do this only once, therefore I want a private record of the -- scenes."
     Eccentric millionaires, I sighed to myself, beginning to read.
     I was shifting in my seat after the first script. "I see what you mean. You are a breast man, aren't you?" I chuckled as I shifted, glad the leather hid my wetness and the jacket my erect nipples. I had to admit   thinking of attempting trying it was exciting me. "Private?"
     "This will all be filmed in my mansion," he affirmed. "The indoor pool I have will do nicely, as for the normal female part..." He looked inquiringly at the others, who were dying of curiosity.
     "Let me see," Debbie asked walking over and taking the first script while I began the second. We read silently. When my friend finished, she looked excited. "What the hell. Sure," she smiled as she placed the script into Becky and Tina's eager hands. "If Edgar can, it looks like a  blast. I wouldn't mind a copy myself," she said with a grin.
     "Excellent." He was watching me finish the second.
     I gulped as I closed the pages, it was arousing to say the least, but whether I could actually do it... "You think I can?" I asked him, swallowing, then handed the script to Debbie, who was wondering why I looked so nervous.
     He looked thoughtful, then nodded. "Yes, possibly quite easily as well. You could always stop if you feel unable to continue, but I'm very sure it's within your abilities. My personal gymnasium will do perfectly."
     "Holy fuck!" Debbie cried, and I didn't blame her. She passed the script to a puzzled Becky and Tina. "Did you want us three for this one too?"
     "If you like," he said with a grin.
     "I'm in then," she replied, shaking her head in amazement. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
     We waited for the other two to finish, and after startled looks at me, agreed  too. Mr. Raymond smiled.
     "Excellent, and as the star able to actually able to do these fantasies of mine, Mr. Underwood..."
     I'd had enough of that reminder and interrupted him. "No, that name's dead," I sighed. "Better make it Ellen. Ellen Lovecraft." He nodded, and my friends smiled at me, respecting my choice.
     "Well thought name. And, as I was saying, Ms. Lovecraft, I will pay you one million dollars for completing these films. Each," he added with an amused expression at my slack jaw, which was echoed by the others. "No, make that one and a half million dollars each, as I said, I only want to do this once and it will be an excellent preventative measure for myself. Supporting actresses will get paid somewhat less, perhaps three hundred thousand each." He chuckled openly now. "You will need it, Ms. Lovecraft, as you do not have a job right now. If you wish, I can arrange for identification for your new name as well and with a form of your choosing."
     "Yuh-yuh-yes, thank you," I stammered.
     "No, thank YOU," he stressed and pressed a button on the wall. Mr. Suit, Peter, soon entered the room. "Could you return these ladies to their homes?"
     "Certainly, sir." He bowed and motioned for us to follow him.
     As we left, Mr. Raymond said, "Oh, yes! Everything should be ready by tomorrow." At our surprised looks, he chuckled. "I had a feeling you would say yes. Good night, ladies." We left feeling more than a little stunned.
     The limo dropped Debbie off at her apartment and then us at Becky and Tina's. Once inside, we dropped onto the furniture before going to bed.
     "This feels so unreal," Becky sighed, rubbing her face tiredly.
     "We'd better get a lot of sleep tonight," Tina advised. "That script made me wet just looking at it but we'll be DOING it tomorrow. And do you think you can really do it, Ed...Ellen?" she asked me, remembering my name change.
     "I'd like to know if I can," I admitted. Both grinned at my speculative expression. Becky licked her lips.
     "I can't wait."

     Roxy phoned the next day, much to my pleasure and relief.
Everything had gone well, I had even saw my 'death' in the papers. When I told her my job offer from last night she was floored.
     "Three million dollars???" she gasped. "WHAT are you going to do?"
     "Fulfil a fantasy of his and test some of my abilities at the same time," I hedged.
     "Doing WHAT?" she demanded.
     "If it works, I'll get a tape and you'll see later," I teased. She made a frustrated sound over the phone. "I only wish you had been there."
     "Well, if you won't tell me I'll find out later," she sighed. "Good luck."
     "Thanks. Love you."
     "Love you too."

     We returned to the mansion the next day. I was a little nervous, but so were we all. We started on the pool script first, cameras were hidden all over the place and we studied the script. Mr. Raymond said we could add-lib a little if we wanted and his friendly manner eased us. Only Debbie and I were in this part so Becky and Tina stayed in the camera room and likely would see more of this than we would.
     Here's what happened...
     I came in, looking exactly like Debbie except my boobs were two sizes smaller and wearing a bikini. I was mock sneaking into the indoor pool beside one of Mr. Raymond's employees, a black-haired, muscular but lean man by the name of Robert who currently wore bathing trunks. He was a friendly fellow and knew about me. He had a real grin on his face as we entered that matched his character perfectly.
     "Are you sure he's gone?" I asked him, mikes would pick up our voices.
     "Trust me. He'll be gone for hours," he replied. "Where's Linda?"
     "She said she'd be here a little later." I nervously looked around the pool area. "Are you SURE?"
     In response, he picked me up easily and with an even bigger grin, said, "Very!" And tossed me into the pool as I shrieked. Sputtering, I surfaced. "How's the water?" He asked innocently.
     That dunk had been totally ad-libbed and I glared at him from the pool. "Very funny, Tom! Very funny!" I said angrily. Then I remembered the next part and tried to look puzzled. "Tom...?"
     "Yeah, babe?"
     "Is my skin supposed to be tingling?" I said with an edge of panic.
     "Shit! Get out of there!"
     I scrambled out of the water as fast as I could and soon stood panting in front of a worried-looking 'Tom.'
     "You okay?"
     "I think so..." Then my hands flew to my chest. "What the...?" I said and stared down. My boobs slowly filled out as Robert stared. The bikini top pressed into the C then D-cup breasts as they grew, tit flesh spilling around the sides. "Ow!" I cried and quickly undid the ties, letting my bosom free. "My God!" I gasped, then paused. "We switch now, right?"
     "Uh..." Robert was still slightly stunned by the growth even knowing about me. "Yes." I shook my chest with a smile, and my tits bounced.
     "I have to change then," I replied with a smirk. I left outside and passed the real Debbie who had a twin bottom to my bikini on, it wouldn't be on for long though. "Have fun!" I giggled as she took my place with a smile.
     I came back at the proper moment as 'Linda.' I appeared as the red-head when I had met Mr. Raymond but with C-sized breasts and wearing a form-fitting, black swimsuit. I mock gaped at Debbie bouncing and moaning on a grinning Robert, obviously amazed at my friend's much bigger breasts. I quietly walked along the pool edge until I was at the end nearest the mansion's entrance. When the pair climaxed together I cried, "What happened to your breasts??"
     "I jumped into the pool and when I came out they grew," Debbie said with a big smile, not fazed by me at all. "Great, aren't they?"
     I peered into the clear waters. "You're kidding."
     "No, she's not," intoned a new arrival. I whirled around and froze in fear, while Debbie and Robert fled in a panic. Mr. Raymond, dressed in swim trunks himself and obviously ready for a swim, entered from the house. "I dive into these waters to purify myself, but I never allow anyone else in here for it has that effect on females." He came over until he loomed right in front of me. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist. "You're on private property, you know."
     "Oh God, please don't call the cops!" I begged as he pulled me over to where the shallow end was. "My parents would throw me out!"
     He paused, as if considering this. "Very well, then I shall do this!" And he pushed me into the shallow end of the pool, casually jumping in after.
     The water in the pool wasn't chemically-ridden like most pools as the water had been replaced for this. Under the water I inhaled quickly getting gallons into me before I came up sputtering. To find Mr. Raymond looking impassively at my frightened face. "Do you feel it now?"
     "What...? I feel tingly all over," I said, running hands over my arms. He pointed towards the pool stairs.
     "You had better exit before you reach the point where your breasts will burst."
     "Burst?!?! Oh no!" I cried in total panic and headed for the stair, but he tripped me and I got dunked again. He did this several times along the way and each time I'd swallow more and more water for what was to come. "I... feel I'm getting heavier..." I panted.
     "Getting close to bursting then," he observed, making my eyes widen and I increased my pace. Finally, I reached them and, weighing almost two hundred pounds, I slowly got out of the pool. Panting as I stood shakily and shivering. As Mr. Raymond left the pool, I suddenly put my hands over my breasts in panic for they started expanding under my suit. "I think you'll survive," he chuckled, "but you will be needing a much, much bigger suit."
     "Oh no. Nooooo!" I wailed as my inflating tits began to strain my suit. The bulges soon reached astounding dimension and kept going. Boob flesh was peeking out my arm holes as it went on. My breasts were basketball sized now as I heard the fabric begin to tear.
     Mr. Raymond was watching all this with ever more rapid breathing as my tits grew before his eyes with me moaning every so often. Finally the blasted thing ripped down the center and my compressed breasts burst from their bonds, and making me bend over as a result of the improper balance as they kept getting bigger.
     "Oh stop! Please, stop!" I groaned and my arms tried squeezing my tits to stop the growth but they kept going.
     That was it for the aroused millionaire. He came over and started pulling off my ruined swimsuit.
     "What are you do-doing?" I moaned when he succeeded.
     "You're not the only one who grew," he said, I could hear his grin, and rammed his cock into me, making me cry out. My breasts were on the floor now and still growing, somewhere around Pam's range now.
     "Oh! Oh! Noooooo.... I-I want to stooop gro-gro-" I panted, shaking my head in denial, but as the cock kept going I got more and more aroused. "I-I-I-Oh, yes! K-keep fucking me as I groooowwww...." I said, deliriously happy. And I was; the erotic situation was really turning me on as I willed my breasts to ever larger size, forcing me to accept the cock fucking me. Maybe it was the constant use of my power that did it, but whatever the case, I became less than coherent as Mr. Raymond kept plugging away.
     Finally, the situation and the friction got to him. "Ughh!" he groaned as he shot his wad into my over-heated snatch. That set my own climax off.
     "AHHHH!!!" I cried, waves of pleasure crashed through my body. I was barely aware of my nipples suddenly jetting high-pressure streams of water into the sizes of the pool's enclosure save as a welcome feeling of release. My tits kept spraying as I went through my orgasm then died out as I recovered, panting, with the millionaire resting on me as I rested on my mammoth breasts which were six feet high! They were bigger than ME! Then I remembered my lines.
     "I can't live like THIS!!" I sobbed.
     "Do not worry, I came into you before the growth finished," he said. I started reducing. "See? Already they shrink." The reversal was done much more quickly than before, and soon they stopped at something around basketball size.
     "B-But I can't go out with these," I stammered, trying to heft my heavy tits, then Mr. Raymond reached around me and started fondling my huge breasts, making me gasp and arch my back.
     "I could always use a new maid..." he said slyly. There was a moments silence and then he said in a more pleasant voice, "That was incredible, Ms. Lovecraft." He didn't stop with my breasts and I didn't really want to stop him.
     "Call me Ellen, please. That Ms. title seems way too formal now," I said. He chuckled.
     "Very well, then you can call me Kennith or Ken." Reluctantly, he stopped his hands, and a sigh escaped me. "We'd best go on to the next scene," he advised. He walked around me and looked at the sprayed walls with puzzlement. "What happened to the walls?"
     Debbie strolled in with a grin a mile wide. "Miss Water Balloon here did that when she came." Ken looked at me in astonishment and I blushed while I shrank my tits a bit, embarrassed.
     "I guess I did, I do feel a lot lighter now," I admitted. He looked rather bemused as he stared at the soaking wet wall.
     "I'm glad I had it taped then; it must've been something to see."

     Us girls washed up quickly before the next scene, and I decided to give Ken his money's worth for this one; I changed into my sex goddess form. Becky, Tina, and Debbie were chatting with two men who looked like weight lifters, Ken with the camera operator, when I came out. All male eyes became riveted to me as I emerged in my costume. It was a white leather shirt that tied up the front, displaying my big breasts proudly and hugged close to the skin. My pants were the same but tied up the sides into my high heel boots. A light white cloak and long gloves completed the picture.
     Ken just plain stared at my hair, eyes, face, and body. He wasn't alone either. I was supposed to be a warrior princess of a race other than human, but he hadn't told me to change into anything other than human. So my slightly inhuman, but damned attractive look, caught him way off guard.
     "Momma, I'm in heaven," the camera operator murmured. Becky suppressed a snicker.
     I spun around so all could see my tight buns and legs fully, I hung in the air longer than anyone had a right to be since I was only around fifty pounds, then walked up to Ken with a sexy smile, ANY smile on that body was sexy. "Ready?" I asked in the voice that dripped sex, wide blue eyes looking up at him.
     I think this was the first time anyone saw Kennith Raymond, the archmage, speechless.

     The others had gone ahead to get into their... er... positions while Ken and I talked. He had a dark, sinister robe on for his next part, but the controlled lust he had in his eyes conflicted with his exasperation.
     "That form is more than I expected," he admitted.
     "Actually, I did this one before when two people tried to take what they thought was still Desire. As a distraction," I added. He snorted his amusement.
     "It's distracting all right."
     "Flatterer. Tina thinks it was that purpose when I thought it up that people lust after this body. More clearly: I'm revealing what I truly am, a soul mixed with a body of sex magic. Drives 'em wild." He nodded thoughtfully.
     "Interesting. Might be right, I'll have to think about it." He saw the camera operator wave from a doorway and smiled. "Our turn," he said, and waved me in the right direction. We got to the transformed gym's door and saw the two musclemen grinning there, waiting. "We'll take a look around to make sure everything is set right, then I'll put her in the right place and come out when everything is ready. Got it?" They did and we entered the set.
     When you've got money, you can do some amazing things. The gym actually looked like a very big castle room from top to bottom. Or, more accurately, the playroom of an evil wizard which it was meant to be. There were several devices of mysterious purpose around the large room, and now some were occupied.
     Becky and Tina were stretched out naked on a very wide, fur covered board on an angle of forty-five degrees. Velvet cuffs attached to ropes held their arms in place tightly above their heads in a Y-shape. Their waists were also strapped by a slightly flexible velvet band. Their legs, however, were wide apart and held up in the air by cuffs on their knees using some kind of pulley apparatus with the rope attached to the cuffs. This arrangement left them helpless and their pussies vulnerable. Equally naked Debbie was simply spread-eagled on one of the walls by means of rope and those useful velvet cuffs. All three were grinning at my wide-eyed amazement and probably excited as hell.
     The real surprise was a spread-eagled form on the opposite side of the room, naked as the rest but with breasts the size of beach balls! Catherine! She had an odd gag in her mouth, a blindfold over her eyes, and something strapped onto her waist that covered her vaginal area.
     My look of surprise and shock to Ken made him smile thinly. He motioned me to come with him and we walked to the helpless captive.
     "Granddaughter," he said, and she jerked in surprise at his voice. She struggled in her bonds angrily, making her tremendous tits bounce, and made sounds of protest through her gag. "Enough!" he barked and she quieted reluctantly. "Since you tried to kill yourself last night I didn't have much choice in this matter." Now THAT was a shocker. "As it is, I decided to add you to my little amusement drama instead of moving you." That puzzled her to no end. "I'm relieving a fantasy of mine and those women you met last night will be helping me with it, along with you now." The bound woman gurgled in anger but he went on. "The device attached into you is a rather nice combination of vibrating dildo and body monitor that has been inserted into your vagina, rectum, and covers your clit." So THAT was what that thing was! "It is also has a radio receiver that allows me to control its actions remotely." He touched one of his armbands on a certain symbol and Katherine jerked with a startled yelp before he released it and she relaxed. "I can adjust the power, do it manually or automatically. The device can sense when you come close to orgasm and stops until you recover, then starts up again. I can leave it on all night if you force me to, instead of just these few hours. Will you behave?" She looked kind of frightened now and nodded timidly.
     Ken motioned me behind him as he undid her blindfold while standing near the wall. His granddaughter opened her eyes and blinked in astonishment at the scene before her. She spotted the others and made an undefinable sound as she turned her head to look at Ken, who nodded. "They will wear something like yours too, or at least one will all of the time." She looked around again then made a demanding sort of noise which the archmage understood. "Ellen, come around now."
     As I glided around Ken, Katherine's eyes bulged as she saw my sex goddess/love doll form in my warrior getup. "Hi, Katherine," I said, and she would have been slack-jawed if she hadn't been gagged. "Your grandfather asked me to fulfil some of his fantasies and to test some of my limits." I rolled my blue eyes. "I guess you know he can be damn persuasive. Also I might be able to undo what I did eventually as I learn more about this body's powers the necromancer stuck me in. I can't stop the defensive magics, only guide them and I've only done that twice now. The first time I had no control and the necromancer paid the price for killing my human, male body at the wrong time and then trying to kill this body." She looked shocked and stared at me. "That's right. I used to be human, now I'm forever a love doll and getting used to the fact." I sighed and leaned closer to her face. "Like I said, I might yet find out how to reverse what I couldn't control so don't kill yourself, okay?" Mischievously, I kissed the nipples of her breasts. "Besides, you look more beautiful now, you really were too thin." Boy, did she appear to have mixed emotions or what?
     I stepped back and took a deep breath before facing Ken. "Set us up now?"
     "My pleasure, Lady Roos," Ken chuckled, and bowed.

     There was a wooden crucifix set near a wall and Ken snapped me into it, then departed with a kiss. He and I had gone around and put gags into the others. One of those belt devices was stuck into Debbie who accepted it with a grin. Two lesser ones that could be taken off more easily and only for the vagina were inserted into Becky and Tina. Ken checked the parts to be used for me carefully and, when he was satisfied, secured me at the neck knees and wrists on the cross. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious.
     The muffled squeals of surprise around the room I heard told me Ken had activated the devices. There was a minute's silence, save some muffled groans of gagged women, before the door banged open and we were on.
     "So, the tremendously annoying Lady Roos is finally in my power," Ken's voice chuckled. "And unharmed! Without a scratch! What a treat for me, is it not?" There were the sounds of advancing footsteps then they stopped. I felt a strong hand lift my head by the cheek, then a palm started slapping me gently. I moaned for a few second, then slowly blinked my eyes open and widened them with shock and fear when I saw his handsome, leering face before me. The two grim faced musclemen were dressed up like barbarians behind his robed form.
     "Raxin!" I gasped, and widened my eyes even more as I looked frantically around, struggling. "Release me, sorcerer!"
     "I think not, Lady Roos. At least not yet and not from this room. You've been a thorn in my side for far too long so now I shall enjoy your last hours." He put a hand over one of my breasts and I gasped. "Your race is a beautiful one, if stubborn to refuse my rule."
     "Accept you?" I laughed scornfully. "Why? So we can blindly follow your insane and evil orders?"
     Ken scowled. "My followers get everything they want, while those who oppose me must suffer or serve those loyal to me. Those bound in this room were not loyal, and must now serve MY wishes and pleasures." He motioned the 'guards' to Becky and Tina who were writhing and moaning on their platform. The two men quickly pulled out the torturous machines and pulled their pants off to reveal their large, erect cocks. From where I was, I saw Becky and Tina's tension-filled eyes glaze over with pleasure as the muscle men plunged into their wet pussies. It made them cum on the spot and they convulsed in their bonds while the long denied orgasm ran through them.
     "As you see, my followers get what they want," Ken chuckled, watching as Becky and Tina got royally fucked by the rapid pumping of the two men, who were twisting and massaging their tits at the same time.
     "Why do you do this??" I cried out. "Why?!"
     "Because I serve Chaos, and I enjoy it. After I have my way with you, I plan for you to be my second test subject for a new magic which I've created to amuse me. It will -- expand your horizons." I turned my head away from his leer as the grunting of the weightlifters fucking my two friends filled the room.
     Finally they cried out, one after the other as they pulled out and pumped cum all over Becky and Tina's naked bodies. The guards pulled their pants back on and, grinning, lifted the vibrators. I think I saw faint looks of panic on the women's faces when the devices were re-inserted into them. After that, the men left the newly-moaning girls and walked back to Ken. I shifted nervously, yet a little bit eager, for my part was coming up next.
     "Take her off and remove those clothes," Ken demanded, not faking his eagerness much. "I wish to see all of her."
     Grinning, the duo complied, making sure I couldn't escape they methodically snapped or tore my clothes off. I struggled a little for effect, during this I got more than a little felt up during the process. At last I was naked, revealed in all my glory, and each arm held by the powerful men's grips.
     "Yes," Ken murmured and he ran a finger across one of my rounded breasts, "you are very beautiful. A pity, but I will enjoy making these bigger."
     "What?!" I demanded. He motioned the guards to turn me around and I saw the balloon titted Katherine writhing in sexual agony. "Gods!" I whispered in horror as I looked at her freakishly huge knockers. "What have you done to her??"
     "What I shall do to you, my dear Roos, only much, much more," he chuckled wickedly, rubbing his palms together as I struggled anew. "But first we must prepare you. Put her there," Ken ordered and I was carried to another holding frame.
     It was something like the bonds Becky and Tina were currently twisting in only much more thinner for more access and lower to the ground. My body was put on a fur-covered board just wide enough for me to lay down on and my waist strapped down, then my arms were strapped into position on boards that were arranged so that my outstretched arms went slightly behind me, making my big breasts jut proudly forwards. The bonds for my feet were odd as the guards spread my legs wide and folded them so my ankles would be in position to be secured. Now that I was quite helpless, Ken took the moment to fondle my delicious-looking breasts as one of the guards brought one of the stimulators everyone else wore and held it up for my glaring but frightened eyes could see.
     "I like to keep these women busy, Lady Roos, so I put one of these in all their soon-to-be willing cunts. It keeps you on the edge of release, but not over and only I can let you do that." He touched one of his bracelets and all the vibrators in the room suddenly doubled their speeds and sent Becky, Tina, and the not-yet-cummed Debbie and Katherine into their climaxes, filling the room with muffed screams of ecstacy. The devices would be dormant for two minutes now so the guard easily slid the belt's phallus into my wet slit and secured it. I was a little nervous about that thing but it was too late now.
     "I must prepare my equipment," Ken said with a grin. "My guards will keep you company until I am ready. I truly do look forward to this." After saying that, he turned and went over to go over the next parts equipment.
     I jumped as much as I could when something started buzzing in me, which was the belt's dildo vibrator. But what I didn't know was that it could vary its speed and did so often inside my pussy and on my sensitive clit. It made me start moaning in a hurry I can tell you. The 'guards' eagerly started running their hands over every inch of my attractive body, I think they were getting off on the fact that a naked, bound, stimulated woman was twisting and groaning in front of them, breasts shaking with every motion. They had been drawn to me when I was clothed, but now I was naked and they were practically drooling over me.
     I was starting to sweat too. This situation brought back memories of when I first switched into this sexy love doll body and was helpless as Desire in my human body teased me for ten hours straight. The damned vibrator really did know when I was about to blow and my cry of frustration made the muscle men chuckle as they descended on my breasts. My soft globes were almost reverently caressed at first, then treated more roughly as they pulled and sucked on my rock hard nips, making sure I didn't cum however. They took off their pants again and took turns straddling me. How long they tit fucked I don't know, I was lost in a sexual haze for a while. They came on my bouncing breasts and face one at a time, but I wasn't aware of it much.
     "Enough!" I heard Ken bark through the fog. "Take her off, but keep the belt on. We must wash her a little before I start the process." I was unbound and easily led to where some buckets of luke-warm water waited. The shock of getting splashed helped me regain some of my wits enough so I dumped what I guessed to be twenty pounds of water, leaving me at thirty. Then I was towelled dry and led to a bed.
     It was a waterbed, likely a joke of Ken's, that looked very plush and had silk covers along with some pillows. It was big and ready for me to be bound spread eagled on it. The men set me up as I moaned and Ken himself put in the special gag for this next bit. When I was ready, Ken said, "Excellent. You men may leave now, a sorcerers work is private." The slightly disappointed guards left the room. When they were gone, Ken disrobed and got a can of some green gel. Grinning, he straddled me and spread the cool stuff all over my breasts, relishing the feel of my big and soft tits before he wiped the stuff off with a towel. Then he touched those bracelets he still had on.
     My vision exploded and I nearly tossed him off when the thing in me went into overdrive. I finally crested the barrier and screamed into my gag. Ken removed the device as I panted, recovering, and picked up a hose of some kind as he came up to my head, waiting for me to recover. Finally, I looked at him and he grinned.
     "Did you enjoy yourself, Lady Roos? Well, the next part is the best of all for now you are ready for this," and he lifted the hose as I watched him warily. "It is a special gas that will now go straight to your lovely female mounds. Sadly, your race is not mine so I do not know all the side-effects it will have on you. This should prove most educational." I tried to avoid it, but he managed to insert the hose into my gag. He gave me a kiss on the temple before going around to straddle me again for a better view. Then he touched one of his bracelets and a hidden and silent pump connected to several helium tanks started its work.
     The gas was strange, light, as it forced its way into me. My gag blocked off my nose too so I didn't have to worry about it escaping from that end. The pressure of the gas wasn't bad for a while and I waited a minute before I was forced to start expanding something, which were my two big breasts. They filled and started expanding, much like the way Pam's and Katherine's breasts had inflated. But this gas was helium, and I felt myself having a strange reaction to the light gas. With my water so low I thought my tits would start looking slightly plasticy when they reached basketball size but they didn't, instead they continued to look normal. I also felt myself getting lighter a little faster than I thought I would.
     Ken watched with great excitement as I struggled in my bonds. "Your tits expand well, Lady. When should I stop? Hmm?" I was reaching Katherine's size now. "How about a little more than my first pet?" he said and waited until my balloons were three feet round, Pam's size, before stopping the flow.
     Now I knew how Pam felt. I'd never made by breasts this big before save the previous scene. But that was with water, not helium air. I felt light all over as my weight is usually distributed evenly. I wasn't floating, but I don't think I was very far from it.
     Ken ran his hands all over my inflated tits, smiling happily. "Very nice, Lady Roos. And such lovely, big pink nipples too," He squeezed my three inch-long nips making me groan into the gag. He even batted them gently and they bounced and jostled together like the tight balloons they were. He slid down and began licking my flowing pussy.
     Looking to the side, I saw the smaller bosomed Katherine staring a bit at my larger breasts for a moment through her wrigglings. Then lost her concentration and fell into moaning again. Which I was doing myself, Ken was an experienced pussy licker and he knew what to do. Sadly, he was too excited to do this for long and he positioned himself at my wet entrance. He plunged in with a cry as my ballooned tits bounced in front of him. I think he was very excited at this for he thrust like a madman and he had already cum once less than an hour ago. He was playing out one of his favorite fantasies and revelling in it. I orgasmed, bucking, and he grinned as my cunt tried to milk him to no avail.
     Then, as planned, he touched his bracelet again. "Let's try for bigger, Lady!" he cried and the pump started pushing helium into me again and at a faster pace. Ken almost came when my tits began swelling again. I had to will them to lengthen a bit so he could keep fucking me and not get pushed away by my expanding breasts.
     For they were five feet big now and getting larger all the time. When they passed six I felt myself lifted gently off the covers, which startled Ken from the cum he was about to have. I didn't go far because of the bed's bonds, but it was surprising.
     "Well, well, Lady Roos," Ken managed, "interesting side effect!" And he raised himself a little to start fucking me again.
     Interesting was right! My breasts were eight feet in diameter and I was pulling on the cuffs more and more. The sight must have been amazing for Debbie and the others were staring at my gigantic knockers, dumbfounded, though their sexual torture. I was nearing another orgasm and I felt Ken approaching his. I think my ten foot breasts finally got him for Ken bellowed and shot into me, making me cum in turn and scream into my gag. I gained another foot before he stopped the flow and pulled out of me. My breasts were in the way but I think he was gaping at the weather balloons what were my tits.
     "Perhaps I was a little over-zealous," he thought aloud. "At least I know you will not escape, my gigantically breasted captive!" He laughed as he plunged into me, the spectacle stiffening him again.

     When I had cum twice and he once, he came around and switched hoses. I exhaled tremendously and my bloated mammaries started to shrink. It took a while, but I was soon back to normal, Ken started untying me when I didn't look I would float away anymore. When I took the gag off, he kissed me with surprising passion as he hugged me on the waterbed.
     "That was the most incredibly arousing sight I've ever seen," he told me when we separated. "Thank you very much."
     "You're welcome," I said with a smile, "but we'd better free the others before they collapse." He started telling me he had indeed forgotten the moaning women and reached for the bracelet.
     "I'll..." he started to say, but I stopped him.
     "They're gonna need more than that after this time. Better call in those guys for Becky and Tina. You free Debbie and I'll do Katherine, but not off the wall," I added to reassure him. He nodded and went to the door, the two men had waited outside and as Ken explained what he wanted them to do I rushed over to Katherine. I took her gag off first.
     "Oh God, please! I don't care if you're a woman! Fuck me!" she cried desperately. I hastened to do so and after I pulled off the torturous device, began sucking her dripping cunt hard. It was what she needed. "Oh yeeeeessss!!!!" she screamed in total ecstasy finally getting to cum and orgasming powerfully as I swallowed frantically, Katherine grinding her crotch into my face. It was also a multiple orgasm so she crashed through orgasm after orgasm as I lapped and sucked. I could hear Becky, Tina, and Debbie's desperate cries and ecstatic releases behind me. I think they would remember this for a time.
     Ken's granddaughter finally came down from her orgasmic bliss and stared at me tiredly with a lot of disbelief and a little self-disgust. "I've never had a multiple orgasm," she said, incredulous, "and I never had sex with a woman before yet I wanted you to."
     "At the level of frustrated arousal you were at you don't really give a damn. Trust me, I know," I said ruefully. "As for the multiple orgasm... that could've been because of either."
     "Why do I feel attracted to you?" she wondered.
     "Everyone I've met wants this body, so I wouldn't worry, I'm just showing more of what I am now and it generates an instinctive lust in people." I looked her over carefully. "You okay now?"
     "Why should you care? I tried to kill you!" the black-haired woman demanded.
     "I think I paid that back," I replied, patting her ballooned breasts and making her blush in shame. "I'm not one to hold grudges and I think you realize you were wrong about me. That makes me want to undo what I did." She couldn't hide the hope in her eyes. "But as I said, that'll take time." I patted her shoulder. "Take care," I said and left to go check on the others, leaving her with a whole barrel of conflicting emotions that she needed to sort out on her own.
     Becky and Tina were almost done. The men's heavy breathing told me they were close. Ken surprised me however and had managed to become erect again so he was pumping the ecstatic Debbie for all he was worth. The muscle men finally pumped their load into the duo's eager cunts and set them off with much screaming. Ken had come three times tonight so he was much longer in release, Debbie didn't mind it at all and went though a multiple orgasm like Katherine had. Ken grunted and shot into her during it.
     The three women were limp rags as we freed them. I suggested we go to the showers and they tiredly agreed, but not before thankfully kissing the respective men who had relieved their incredibly high sexual tension.
     As we showered, me opening my mouth to replace my weight, the trio commented on the scene.
     "Oh God, I was so glad when those guys fucked us that last time," Becky sighed tiredly. Tina nodded with her.
     "Hell!" Debbie exclaimed. "I was waiting forever to get off. Jesus that belt thing was pure hell. It was worse when I saw you blimp out, Ellen! Fuck, you were HUGE! Didn't you have trouble?"
     "Not really," I said. "The strain came when I tried NOT expanding in the beginning but I didn't feel strained after, even at my biggest." Debbie shook her head, amazed.
     "You looked normal, well, not plasticy anyway, all the time," Tina said.
     "The helium did that, I think, in addition in making me lighter than I should have been." I chuckled. "All of us are going to remember this night for a while I bet." I got tired laughter in response.
     We dried and left the spacious women's shower room. I stayed in my current form and wore one of the spare bikini's while the others got into their regular clothes. I figured to give Ken an attractive farewell for his generosity. Jason, his main servant and journeyman, came to bring us to his master. I was mildly pleased when I saw faint, but still present, desire in his eyes; I'd been irked with his emotionless exterior for a while.
     Ken, dressed in a robe, greeted us warmly in his study. A little hot in my case but I kind of expected that. We all sat down.
     "I'd like to thank you all for tonight," he began. "And while I appreciate the gesture, Ellen, could you change into your red-headed body?" He smiled. "You're too damn distracting like that." I blushed and changed as the others chuckled. "Thank you. I also have another reason for that request. You need a bank account for the money I said I would pay you and I've already started the process of creating identification for you in your new name." He coughed. "I took the liberty of using the face and body you wear right now as it was the most convinitant. It should be ready by tomorrow afternoon."
     "That's okay," I said, smiling, "This form isn't a copy of anyone so it'll do."
     "Good. As for you girls, the money should be in your own accounts already."
     "Thank you, Mr. Raymond," Becky said with a smile, speaking for them all, "We're a little tired, but it was fun." Chuckles all around there.
     "In addition, Ellen, I have something else to give you," Ken said with his lips twitching. I blinked.
     "For what?" I asked, confused.
     "Oh, just say it's for making an rich old man feel young again and it's something I think you might want." He picked up a folder and, bowing, gave it to me.
     "Rich? Yes. Old? Maybe after a hundred years or so," I retorted with a snort, remembering his rather spry performances with me earlier. I opened the folder as he chuckled. I frowned for a second, wondering what it all was, until I reached the picture and my mouth dropped open. "A house?? You're giving me a house???"
     He nodded, smiling, as the others hopped out of their places to look with me. "You can't go back to your apartment and I actually have had that building for a while. I just never seem to use it so I thought I might as well give it to you. It's big, in a nice neighbourhood, and in very good condition. Call it a bonus for a job well done. But!" He held up a finger, catching our attention, "I have one condition. Mmmm... Actually two."
     "Those are...?" I asked.
     "Keep in touch for one." He smiled. "You are a very special and unique individual, Ellen, who has adapted very well to a difficult situation and I respect that. You have a long way to come into your full power," he spoke more softly, "but I will enjoy having you as a friend."
     "I..." I was very touched by this. He was an archmage and richer than most people ever dreamed to be and yet I felt close to him. We'd had sex, yes, but I didn't feel love in a romantic sort of way. Just... close. "Thank you. So will I." I smiled at him and he smiled in return. Then he turned a little more uncertain.
     "As to the second..." He sighed in frustration. "It's Catherine. She used to be a sweet girl, but the death of her parents crushed her and when she came here I had little time for her, to my regret. For that was likely the reason she fell into such bad company. Because of what she got herself into with you I suspect there is a good chance of redeeming her." He paused while I wondered what this had to do with me. "I want you to keep her in the house with you."
     "Huh??" we all chorused in astonishment.
     "All I ask, is that you try." His mouth twisted sourly. "I'll have some equipment installed so that you can bind her until you are sure she doesn't try killing herself again. It should be ready when your identification is done. Do you agree to this?"
     I remembered the confusion on Catherine's face. Maybe there was a chance I could. "All right," I said slowly. "I'll try." I rubbed my face. "I just hope Roxy understands."
     "Ah, she will," Becky said confidently. "I wouldn't worry."
     "Excellent!" Ken smiled broadly now and he stood, we followed his example. He snapped his fingers. "Oh yes! Your group has been recognized, ladies. Desire was an superb creation from all reports and I can see that in Ellen. You are officially Accepted, and deserve it."
     Becky, Tina, and Debbie were wide-eyed at the news then clustered together whooping excitedly. I stepped up to Ken.
     "What does that all mean?" I asked him.
     "Non-Accepted groups must limit themselves to seven members or less. They can sell magical items of their making. And a good deal of status as an Accepted group." He watched the trio's cheering with amusement. "They deserve it. There are not many Accepted groups, if any, who could have created a new and complex type of construct like Desire was."
     "Hey!" I suddenly cried with a smile. Startled, they stopped and blinked at me. "You guys need a mascot?" I asked impishly, shifting into my sex-goddess form. They laughed and rushed to enfold me in their celebrations, Ken grinning at our antics.

     The limo drove our happy group to our homes. Becky immediately phoned Winna the news. Their leader was very pleased indeed and was told about my gift. We planned to have everyone get together at the new house on Saturday. Roxy too, to my pleasure, it had been a long time since we'd been together.
     Pam, unfortunately, couldn't come because she was still stuck in Winna's basement. However, Alice and Sue, the blond and the brunette had been keeping her company all week and it sounded like the mercenary was starting to tolerate her breasts, the pair enjoying them immensely. They were becoming fast friends I was pleased to hear. My crack of 'bosom buddies' earned me an hour of being laid out on the floor while Becky sat on my face and Tina inbetween my legs.
     I had butterflies in my stomach the next day as I waited for the limo to pick me up. While I waited I reflected the odd fact that I'd never had any trouble with female clothes and undergarments like the borrowed stuff of Debbie's I wore now. I hadn't tried makeup yet but I wondered about that too. Possibly something of Desire had remained in this form that was more 'hardware' than her mind's 'software' and had carried over to me. If so, it might explain my ease of transition and growing love of sex.
     Two o'clock and the black vehicle arrived. I hopped in and we travelled to the house. There I was given the keys to the house and told more instructions would be inside by the friendly chauffeur whom I thanked.
     Ken was right, I realized just then as I stood on the front yard, it was a big house for just myself. It was a five bedroom affair with three levels, I recalled, designed for a family in mind with a fenced backyard. It was very well looked after outside and I suspected the inside had been cleaned up in the morning.
     Not wanting to stare, I opened the front door with the key and went inside. I found an envelope hanging from the hallway's ceiling and found it was from Ken. Inside were my identification and bank cards along with the keys for the two included cars?! He must think cars are not an option with gift homes, I thought bemusedly. Clothing for myself he said I would have to get, unfortunately, but for Catherine he had sent some of her things as well as food for a little while.
     I had almost forgotten about her and decided to look for her. She wasn't upstairs, I saw a bedroom for her though, nor on the main level, so that left the basement. I opened the door walked down the stairs quickly so I didn't really notice until I was a step away from the stairs.
     "What... the... hell..." I said, shocked. An muffled shout snapped my eyes to the naked form of Catherine who was gagged anew. Numbly, I slowly stepped over to her all the while looking at the basement's 'decor'. When I reached her, I put a hand on the wall behind her and murmured, "Catherine, your grandfather has a very, very bad sense of humour." I got a disgusted, emphatic agreement response.
     The main basement room had been converted into some sort of combination dungeon/living space. Catherine was secured to the stone wall by one of six or seven sets of adjustable cuffs and chains so that one set could fit many different sizes of people. Hooks were on the ceiling for future uses, the floor was a nice, patterned, black plastic that wouldn't be cold on the feet with some large, removable rugs on top. The couches looked normal but there were some chairs that had straps on them. I hesitantly looked into a side room and found the exact same waterbed Ken and I had used last night in a room that matched it perfectly. There were some dressers and on a quick examination found a lot of those vibrating belts and some remotes, leather get-ups, whips, etc... I shook my head as I left the room. In another I found the double bondage board used on Becky and Tina along with the one used on me beside it. A collection of dildos, gags, and other unfamiliar equipment lined the room's walls.
     I left that one too and came up to my future houseguest with a rather bemused expression. I took off the gag so we could talk.
     "Where am I? Why are you here?" she demanded angrily.
     "Well..." I ran a hand through my hair, wondering how to put this to her. "You are in a house your grandfather gave me since I no longer have a home of my own."
     "He GAVE you this??"
     "The upstairs and main floors are normal. I suspect he did this as a joke." I rolled my eyes in exasperation.
     "Than why am I here?"
     "Seeing how he didn't do so well with your upbringing, he included you as part of the deal."
     "Pardon me???" she screeched and I winced.
     "I'm to keep you with me until you learn to behave nicer," I said and she stared at me. "And stop trying to kill yourself. It wasn't my idea."
     "I do not believe this!!" Katherine shouted and yanked at her chains. "I'll kill him for treating me like this! I'll fucking rip his goddamned balls off! I'll...!!!"
     I slapped one of her enormous breasts sharply and she gave a shocked howl of pain. "Oh shut up!" I snapped, fed up. "Did you ever think what would make him RESORT to this kind of thing?! Kennith Raymond strikes me as a person who deals with people who give him problems with very effective words, not actions. Not unless it is the LAST RESORT!!" She stared at me, a little pale now as my words and their meaning sank in. "He wouldn't go to this much trouble if he didn't care for you to some degree and here you go again sounding like the murderous bitch I first met you as. You actually sounded like you were a decent human being when I talked to you at his mansion, and that's the reason I said yes to keeping you here. I can also try to get your breasts back to normal here," I added with a sigh. "Are you hungry? I never am anymore so speak up when you are."
     She regarded me closely for the first time. "What does it feel like? To not be human anymore, I mean."
     "Scared mostly when I really think about it." I smiled wanly. "I've had a busy week so I haven't done that much. I think the magic of this body is helping me adjust so it's usually okay."
     "I suppose I am hungry," she admitted. I turned to leave and she panicked suddenly. "You're not LEAVING me here, are you??"
     I turned back with a sheepish expression. "Sorry, I guess you know what you would what, huh?" I came over to free her from her bonds. "I don't think you'll kill yourself anymore. But, er, do you want me to shut the blinds upstairs first?" She blushed deeply in embarrassment. "Okay. Do you want me to try reducing you after you've eaten?"
     She looked up eagerly. "You think you can??"
     "Might as well try," I said, "those balloons won't be easy moving around in the house. Even a little bit would help," I said as I finished freeing her.
     The black-haired woman stretched with relief at being freed and followed me up the stairs a little ways before remembering about the blinds and stopping.
     After I did that, she squeezed through the door and I helped her make something for herself. I asked her what she wanted to wear and got the sourly made response, "What would FIT?" I blushed at my faux pas, realizing that most of her old clothes wouldn't fit anymore because I'd changed her whole figure at the same time I'd blimped her breasts. Which got me wondering...
     "Why were you so thin?" I asked her.
     "I wasn't thin, I was just right!!" she said angrily.
     "For a skeleton, sure," I retorted sarcastically. "A nutritionist would've shaken their head if they'd seen you the way I had."
     "So you made me fat??"
     "Aside from the breasts, no. Do you know how many men would be staring at you and thinking you were crazy? I mean, you're PERFECT now, great legs, hips, waist, buns, arms, face, and so on. WHY do you think that's fat?"
     "It just is," she replied a little defensively, making me snort.
     "Sure, sure. Bathroom?" I asked and she shook her head. "Alright, let's do it downstairs." She made a face. "I know, I know, but the bed down there might be the best to use for this." Reluctantly, she followed me down again and to the room with the waterbed which she recognized with a bark of laughter.
     I took off my clothes and she didn't object knowing it wise for me to do so. What surprised her was my change into my sex goddess form.
     At her look, I said, "I feel more confident in this shape."  I stretched with a grin and she swallowed a little as she watched me. "Let's get on the bed." We crawled onto the big waterbed and I had Catherine lay down.
     "Okay, this is what I'm gonna try," I began. "The wind came into your mouth so I'm going to try drawing it back into me the same way. By kissing." She almost objected, but stopped, seeing the sense in my plan. "I'll try calling it back into me. Ready?" She nodded and tried to relax.
     I smiled and got over to kneel by her head. Bending down, I started a deep kiss with her. It took a few minutes, but I finally felt something familiar come from her into me. I think she felt it too because she responded more eagerly. The magical air was slower returning to me for some reason and I was beginning to feel bloated myself, which was funny because of my inflatable nature. At last I had to break off the kiss, unable to continue.
     Catherine looked up at her breasts and gasped with delight.
"They're almost half a foot smaller! Why did you stop?"
     "I don't -- feel right..."
     My tone made her look at me and she gasped again, but with distress this time. "You-You're glowing!"
     I looked at my hands and saw that she was right. "Holy shit," I said. I should've been more concerned, but somehow it just felt funny. I giggled and kept giggling. My companion looked a little worried as she stared at my nicely glowing body.
     I hiccupped.
     Foomp! Catherine and I started when my breasts expanded so fast we could hear it, they had expanded half a foot. I laughed at the joke. "Looks like I got it now. That's... I... Ohhhhhhh," I moaned as trails of fire traced down my bigger breasts from the nipples, down my tummy, and into my moistening crotch. My skin felt really warm right now and a funny haze was clouding my mind.
     "What's wrong with you?" Katherine said in a concerned voice. I smiled and licked my lips as I gently put a hand on one of her big nipples. She jumped with a shocked cry and tried to get away, but I was too fast. I quickly straddled her waist and put both hands on her now-rigid nipples. "W-what are you d-doing?" she panted as the energy that was making me horny began stimulating her where I touched her.
     "Goooooooooood," was all I was capable of saying in my fogged state of mind. She saw my unfocused gaze and knew I wasn't in a normal state because of what I had done to help her. It was too late now as the pleasure began building inside her. She relaxed a little when I removed a hand from a tit, only to realize in horror that I was putting it into her wet pussy and the contact made her writhe for release. Which happened when I leaned down and bit on her bare nipple. She cried out and fluid gushed from her tunnel.
     Then something snapped within me too and I orgasmed wildly, arching my back deeply as I cried out. My breasts actually rumbled and I felt them fill with something heavy. The recovering granddaughter of Ken heard the rumble too and wondered what was happening to me now. We both found out when I squeezed my nipples desperately and something white squirted out.
     "Milk???" she gasped disbelievingly as she looked at the white liquid flowing down her globes. A sudden pressure inside my breasts made the milk spray out and a good bit of it was into the lower woman's gaping mouth, who reflexively gulped it down. Eventually, the flow abated and when it did, I fell over her breasts, unconscious. I was light for my size so I didn't hurt her tits when I did.
     "Christ," Catherine panted, "do we have to do this again?" She felt me shift and looked at my senseless form. I was inflating a little and getting lighter. I started to float towards the ceiling, but she reflexively grabbed me. Quickly, she reversed positions and sat on me, who had only inflated a little before stopping and only looked a little rounder.
     "I hope you wake up soon," she muttered, looking down at my puffy face. Then she put a hand in her stomach in surprise. Something warm was spreading from it and going all over her body. "Oh shit! The milk!" she cursed and its effects were becoming apparent as her nipples became erect again. She plunged a hand into her dripping cunt and prayed the effects wouldn't last long.

     I woke up with a weight on top of me, and a headache the size of my breasts when they were eleven feet big. I looked up and saw why. Catherine looked worn out from something and was sleeping on me. I winced.
     "Oww..." I groaned as I put a hand on my sore head. I woke up the sleeper on me.
     "You finally awake?" she sighed tiredly.
     "What happened?" I asked her. "The last thing I remember is glowing then -- nothing. God, I have such a headache." My bedmate dropped her head with a disgusted groan.
     "I can't believe you were DRUNK!! You can't GET drunk!" She glared at me as if I was to blame for not knowing.
     "I guess I managed," I said sheepishly. "What happened?" She told me and I blinked. "Milk??"
     "Yes, and when I accidentally swallowed it I had to finger myself for an hour to get relief! It had some kind of sex magic in it."
     "I'm glad I'm smaller in the chest, but let's do it slower if you can't handle it."
     "Milk??" I think my shock finally registered on her so she squeezed one of my bigger breasts and white liquid flowed from the nipple. "Whoooooaaaaa...." She got off me and I slowly got up. I saw the changes in my body and corrected them so I looked normal again. Still, the remaining liquid in my chest left me lightly bemused. "I'd better store some in a bottle for the others to examine, I suppose," I mused.
     Catherine was looking at her smaller breasts. "Do what you want."
     "Um, sure," I said and left the room after collecting my clothes. I found a container and squeezed the rest of the white stuff into it and put it into the fridge. Cathy, I got tired of 'Catherine,' came upstairs in time to see me phoning Debbie.
     "Who are you phoning?"
     "We can't get clothes for you yet, but I need some too so I'm phoning Debbie to help me shop." The phone on the other line was picked up. "Debbie? It's Ellen." Pause. "Yeah, it's great except for the basement." Pause. "I'm afraid you'll see later. Ken had some fun with it." Pause. "I just bet. Listen, the reason I called is that I need clothes and I figured you could help me..." Pause. "Great! I'll pick you up then." Pause. "With one of the two cars that came with the place." Pause. "Yeah, he did, didn't he? I'll be there soon and thanks again." Pause. "Good-bye." I hung up.
     "Fine, I'll go up to my room and lay on my bed. It's all I CAN do." And saying that, she stormed upstairs.
     I sighed. "Great. Just great."

     Catherine waited until I was gone before picking up the phone and dialing a number. She waited until it was picked up. "Hi, Suzanne, it's me."
     "Catherine?! Where've you been?? I haven't been able to reach you or Robert for days!" came the startled response.
     "Robert went on one of his jobs and botched it," she replied, trying to hold back sobs.
     "He's DEAD?!?!"
     "No, but he may as well be unless someone can find out how to get him out of the spell he's under."
     "Where are you?"
     "I don't know right now."
     "What do you mean you don't know?"
     "Grandfather finally had enough and let me do something stupid. I'm -- not myself right now," she reluctantly admitted.
     "Fuck! I'm coming then."
     "No! Suzy, don't!" she pleaded.
     "Is it that bad?"
     "I -- Maybe not to some, but to me, yes. I don't want to talk about it. I'm getting some help now but please don't come, all right?"
     "Sure, okay. Listen, I gotta go. I'm sorry about Robert though."
     "Thanks, Suzy. I just wanted to hear a friendly voice."
     "No prob. Later."
     Catherine hung up. She felt a little better now and went to sleep. She didn't know her friend had no intention of staying put.

     Saturday came at last and people started arriving at noon. Cathy was sullenly staying in her room for the whole day. I didn't know how to breach that barrier of hers, but decided to wait until tomorrow.
     Becky and Tina came first and marvelled at the house. They liked my summer dress and I told them I'd gone shopping with Debbie yesterday. I still had stacks of things to hang up too. I fixed them something non-alcoholic to drink and as I did I told them about what had happened with me and Cathy.
     "Oh yeah," Tina said when I mentioned the milk, "I'd forgotten you could do that."
     "Thanks; I didn't know."
     "Sorry, but the milk shouldn't make people super horny. I wonder why you reacted that way..."
     "Where's that milk?" Becky asked, grinning. I showed her the container and she chuckled evilly. "Everyone likes milk in Winna's tea and she'll bring some for later."
     "There's not much," I said with a smile, shaking my head ruefully.
     "Oh, I think Alice and Sue won't mind." Tina and I rolled our eyes. "By the way, how come you didn't want us in the basement?" she asked curiously.
     "It's a surprise." And I grinned.

     Next came Ms. Winna, bringing her tea, who congratulated me on the house and smiled at my own compliment for becoming Accepted. Debbie arrived, then Roxy, who I hugged and kissed deeply; it had been a long time since we had seen each other and we wanted to make up for it. Heather, Sue, and Alice arrived all at once and gaped at the huge house for a while before coming in.
     We all gathered in the main living room as Winna's tea got ready in the kitchen. She smiled at us all.
     "I think I should tell the other half of the people here why this meeting was called. Mr. Rayborn called Edgar, now Ellen Lovecraft, and three of our members to his home. After doing a favour for him, he gave them some important news. We have been Accepted." Heather, Sue, and Alice stared for a moment, then began laughing and hugging the other members of the group. "Another reason was to congratulate Ellen for her new house which Mr. Rayborn gave to her as a token of his thanks." The crowd applauded me.
     "Must've been SOME favor," Alice cracked with a smirk, and I flushed.
     "I still want copies when those tapes are finished," Debbie cried. Becky and Tami cracked up laughing as I blushed redder, Roxy raised an eyebrow at me and was going to demand an explanation later.
     "Ahem!" Winna said and everyone quieted. "Other matters we can attend too and discuss later. But now, I wish to ask the group's opinion for new membership now that we have been Accepted." That got her our full attention. "I think you will all think them acceptable. Roxanne Easly and Ellen Lovecraft." Me and Roxy were a little stunned as the rest whooped their acceptance. Becky and Toni jumped up to fetch Winna's tea to celebrate.
     "U-Us?" Roxy stammered, a little overwhelmed.
     "Certainly," Winna said, smiling, "you have the Gift, as does Ellen. Do you wish to?"
     "Y-Yes!" she said, nodding. "I've found I like all of you, but..." she looked at me.
     "I'm not human though," I said.
     "Your soul is, and that's what counts." Winna looked at me speculatively. "I suspect you will be busy learning how to control the powers that body gives you first, however. Do you wish to?"
     I nodded. "Yes." Roxy hugged me and I hugged back.
     "Excellent." Becky and Tina came in with cups of tea that they gave to everyone. "To our newest members!" Winna cried and everyone echoed her, drinking the tea down to the last drop. "And the initiation I think you've already undergone, albeit early," she said wryly.
     I stood, grinning. "I think it's time we went downstairs then. Mr. Raymond had some fun down there which I think you'll find amusing." Everyone, puzzled, followed me to the basement door and descended with me. There were quite a few gasps of astonishment when we came down, and outright laughter with the three who recognized it. I opened the door to the bondage boards and most filed in to look at them and the devices on the walls. Then I showed them the waterbed and the belts, which the other three who had used them recognized immediately.
     "Whoa! Those things?" Becky said. She was about to say more but Alice was holding a hand to her stomach with a puzzled expression. Winna noticed.
     "What's wrong, Alice?"
     "I feel... warm all of a sudden," she replied, starting to pant as her face flushed. Sue and Heather were looking about the same and were starting to remove their clothes. "My-my body feels so aroused..." Alice groaned, following the other two. Winna was puzzled and a little concerned, but a small chuckle escaped from Becky which get her suspicious.
     "Becky?" The red-head started at Winna's dangerous tone. "Did you do this?" The trio were naked now and had fallen into a group writhing and sucking each other with a passion.
     "Um... Hahahahaha," she laughed nervously. "Good joke, huh? Er, I used some milk from Ellen that she made accidentally as a side-effect when she tried reducing the granddaughter. It makes people real horny for an hour."
     "I see," Winna said, rounding on a timid Tina. "It must have been in the tea, which I do not find amusing, so you must have helped, Tina. You two know I disapprove of this sort of prank, and especially with MY tea." Both girls gulped.
     "Let's use the belts," Debbie replied with an evil grin, and the duo looked horrified now.
     "Since you are so eager, you may join them, Debbie." Winna ignored the paling Debbie and turned to me. "You should have told me about this, but I'll let you off this time. Everyone strip," she said.
    "What do these belts do?" Winna asked me and I explained. Roxy seemed to be intrigued and the leader noticed. "Hmm... Perhaps we should initiate you two after all. Becky, Tina, and Debbie, put on the full belts. Roxy and Ellen, you put on the partial ones and perhaps you should become Roxy's twin again, Ellen, for what I plan to do."
     Nervously, we all complied as Winna took out one of the master units. We put Becky and Tina on the walls, cuffed securely then went into the room with the bondage boards. Roxy and I were placed on the double sized one and Winna put Debbie in the single.
     "I'm sure you will all enjoy yourselves until the others recover," she said drolly, and without further ado, turned on the belts.
     "Ah!" Roxy cried, shocked, beside me and jumped as much as she could with us all, unprepared for the vibrations. "My G-God!" It was a torment not to be able to touch ourselves to get relief.
     "H-here we go again," Debbie moaned.

     Winna kept it up non-stop for at least an hour, I think. We weren't very aware of anything, but the need to cum very, very badly. All five of us were groaning and twisting in our restraints when the recovered trio came into the room with me, Roxy, and Debbie. They eyed our helpless, flushed and sweaty bodies with delight as we moaned.
     "This was almost worth it," Alice giggled.
     "I want Ellen," Heather said with an impish smile. "I hear Winna said she knows she can make milk now."
     "We should switch her with Debbie then for easier access," Sue advised. "But later. She and Roxy look so delicious together like this."
     The trio fell on us with a will. Black-haired Sue licked Roxy's sweaty breasts teasingly, making my girlfriend arch her back to get more stimulation, but Sue backed away with a smile. Alice straddled Debbie and kneaded the spread out woman's D-cup breasts as the helpless prisoner writhed under her. She twisted the tight nipples suddenly and Debbie went over the peak with the sudden sensation and screamed out her orgasm at last.
     The red-headed Heather had fun with me. She whispered in my ear, "Make me some big tits with lots of milk to suck so you can get off." In my frenzied state, I immediately complied. My tits expanded and filled with sweet milk before the smiling Heather's eyes as she licked her lips. She sighed as my tits LOOKED full and locked her red lips on my left breast and started sucking away greedily. The added sensation set me off and I squealed and bucked as I went through my long-awaited climax. I couldn't relax though, not with the vibrator going non-stop in my drenched pussy.
     Sue finally couldn't wait and using a dildo from the wall took off Roxy's vibrator belt and plunged the big phallus into the willing woman, who screamed in ecstasy as she tried to grind her cunt into the tool filling her tunnel and giving her release.
     It was another long night.

     Catherine opened her eyes, sweating and flushed on her bed with her legs spread wide open. Her big nipples were erect and pussy wet. She had observed the group's actions with her clairvoyance spell for a few hours and had finally had enough. She fumbled in her drawer for the dildo she had taken from the basement. She had never been with a woman before all this had happened to her, but the actions of downstairs had made her more excited than she would have expected.
     Cathy couldn't see the dildo plunging into her because of her huge breasts, but she groaned with pleasure when she felt it spreading her lower lips and filling her dripping tunnel.
     What really confused her was the excitement she had had when watching Ellen, the human male turned love doll, turning and moaning as the other women sucked her milk-swollen tits or ate out her pussy. Why? This was the person who had cursed her lover to being an inflated freak and almost doing the same to her. It made her realize, painfully aware, of how hollow her love for Robert had actually been.
     That didn't explain her current arousal as she plunged the fake dick into her, groaning more often. It probably had to do with the fact that Ellen could be any woman, and was becoming more powerful every day. A lot of men and women would kill for someone like that, much less herself.
     She reached up and tweaked one of her larger nipples, sending a wave of sensation into her. What she was really afraid of was getting used to these freakish breasts, more balloon than tit, but just as responsive.
     Finally she reached a point where she stopped thinking and just kept fucking herself with her dildo.

     "Ummm..." Roxy groaned then opened her eyes. She smiled sleepily when she found herself on her favorite mattress: me.
     "Good morning," I said with a chuckle in my voice. We were on my normal bed upstairs as I had carried the unconscious Roxy upstairs after our hours-long torment/fun last night. She snaked her hands under me and pulled herself up to give me the hardest kiss I'd ever gotten from her.
     "God, what a night!" she said breathlessly when she stopped the kiss. "I'm still sore, but I feel damn good. Those belt things drive you wild, don't they?"
     "Yup," I said with a grin. "I think Winna was going to make Becky wear one till she dropped so I think we'd better go down and see the aftermath. We can play together tonight," I said suggestively. She smiled as she snuggled her head into my still-large breasts.
     "Sure," she purred, licking the tip of a nipple. I inhaled sharply before batting her off me; I could handle it now but she couldn't. I was feeling nicely warm inside from all the sexual activity last night and wondered what had happened after we left. We saw a naked Alice in the kitchen humming happily, she greeted us with a sunny smile.
     "Have fun after we left?" I asked.
     "Oh, most everyone is still asleep. I'm just getting something ready for Becky and dessert for us," she said impishly. We saw she had a banana, honey, and pressurized whip cream.
     "Where is she?" I asked, knowing what she had in mind, Roxy was chuckling too.
     "On the bed downstairs. We put her there after she passed out," she said with a grin. "We're going to do one last thing to her after doing that trick to us last night." We left her to her preparations and went downstairs. Tami was asleep on one of the fold out couches, strapped spread-eagled to it by previously hidden bands of velcro. Winna and Debbie were asleep on either side of her. Sue and Heather were arranged the same with the similarly spread-eagled Becky.

     Becky took a long time to wake up. First she noticed something on her breasts with a sleepy detachment, then other stuff on her chest. But when something was stuffed into her pussy her eyes popped open. She saw me and Roxy standing grinning by the door while Alice, at the end of the bed, continued pushing a banana into her warming cunt. Sue and Heather, on either side of her, started pouring honey all over her body after finishing putting the whipped cream! onto the tops of her breasts.
     "What the...?" she demanded, still sleep fogged.
     Alice smiled and poured some chocolate syrup over Becky's cunt and clit. "We're hungry. And guess who's the main course?" She grinned as she put the syrup away and started licking it off while Sue and Heather started on the whipped cream on Becky's tits.
     Becky moaned plaintively. "It was just a joke, girls!" she pleaded. "I... aahh!" she cried when Alice pushed the banana in with her tongue.
     "I'm smiling, aren't you, girls?" Heather said sweetly and the other two chirped an affirmative and kept licking away.
     "That's going to take a while to get all that off her," I commented.
     "We know!" they chorused. Becky groaned deeply.

     Tami had to drive a limp and sore Becky back home. The smirking trio who had been the victims of the red-head's joke left with a sparkle in their eyes as they left. Winna kissed me and Roxy warmly before going home herself.
     Debbie, however, stayed a little long to help me tell Roxy something important; namely, Catherine.
     "So he asked you to try to reform his granddaughter?" she said disbelievingly. "I'd think she'd really hate you after what you did to her. Where is she anyway?"
     "In her room," I sighed. "And she has to walk around naked because nothing she owned will fit her now." I thought about the matter. "She doesn't hate me, I think, just a little angry for what she has to put up with because of what she tried to do to me. And perhaps a little lonely too. I did manage to shrink her tits half a foot, even if I passed out later. I'll do her then Pam next and I should get better."
     "Great," Roxy smiled. "I kind of got to like Pam while I was at Winna's."
     Debbie sighed and stood up. "I hate to go, but I have some things to do. Good luck, you'll need it with her." She kissed each of us before she left.
     "What do you want to do?" I asked Roxy, who sat back in her chair tiredly.
     "Sleep, or take a bath."
     "There IS a big jacuzzi in this place." She perked up. "How about we ask Cathy to join us?" That made her more dubious but she agreed. "You get the bath ready and I'll get her." We went to our respective tasks.
     I knocked on her door, changing into the more familiar red-head shape first, and entered when she grumbled a "Come in." I paused when I entered, sniffing. I looked in surprise at the angrily blushing Cathy, who realized I had smelled sex in the room. "Um... I came to invite you to come bath with me and Roxy. I thought you felt cooped up in here."
     "A bath? With other women?" She looked shocked, which annoyed me a little.
     "We won't molest you if that's a worry," I retorted. "You DO need to wash up anyway."
     "Fine, fine. I'll come." She got up from her bed, balloon tits bouncing a little and followed me.
     The bath was in a separate room because of its size. It was getting full when we walked in. Roxy had already stepped in and blinked at the beautiful, but hugely titted, woman who walked in with me.
     "You're right, she is smaller than Pam," she commented, making Cathy blink.
     "Smaller?!?" she gaped.
     "The second person I inflated was trying to steal me thinking I was just Desire. It was my first conscious attempt at control so she got kinda big. Three feet big." Cathy stared at me, slack-jawed. "Her name's Pam and she's still stuck in Winna's basement. She doesn't take it personally; she WAS aiming a gun to my head. So she's become friends with the group and I hope to shrink her back too." I waved her in and she numbly obeyed.
     The swirling water was heavenly and I sank in gratefully, thankful I had enough water in me to prevent me from floating. But Cathy could only go in so far before her breasts started floating, an annoyance.
     "Here, wait," I said. "Let me try something." And before she could protest, I put a hand on each air-filled breast and concentrated fiercely.
     "What ARE you doing, Ellen?" Roxy asked me. Then blinked as Cathy's tits started to sink into the water, their amazed owner with them. "How are you DOING that?" she said in an awed voice. I let go with a pleased look, Cathy now able to immerse herself completely and appearing to enjoy it.
     "After I passed out, Cathy said I started floating so I figured I could control my weight a fair degree. And since her breasts are filled with my magical air..." I shrugged, smiling.
     Cathy sighed in reluctant pleasure as the warm water swirled around her and her breasts. She looked at Roxy. "So you're Ellen's girlfriend?" she asked her.
     "Yes. And don't worry, I'm not jealous that you're living with her."
     "Jealous??" Cathy said with puzzlement.
     "Yeah," responded Roxy with an equally puzzled look. "You do look great, with or without the tits." She blinked when Cathy rounded on me angrily.
     "You told her to say that!" she hissed and would have left if her tits hadn't been made heavier.
     "I didn't tell her anything," I said mildly, not opening my eyes. "Just that I'd inflated your tits."
     Roxy looked from Cathy, to me, to Cathy. "Am I missing something here?"
     Cathy stared at her; she could see Roxy was honestly confused. "I -- don't look fat to you?"
     "Christ, no! Playboy would freaking want you to pose for them if you didn't look so damn angry. Why do you think you're fat??"
     "I thought --I was."
     "Who agreed with you?" I asked softly.
     "Great, you loved a man who liked thin women so you thought you were fat." I sighed disgustedly. "What if he had said you were too thin? Go pig out?"
     "Not a very healthy relationship," Roxy said, looking at Cathy with sympathy. Cathy looked like some conflicting emotions were going through her. "I think you look perfect for your height right now."
     "Getting her to believe it is the hard part," I murmured and the topic of our discussion glared at me angrily. "Lighten up, Cathy." I grinned suddenly and let all the water in me flow out my anus. The other two blinked in surprise as I started rising out of the water and my skin take on a slightly plastic sheen. I spread myself out in inflatable doll fashion and pushed myself over to the staring Cathy. "What? Never play with a rubber ducky in the bathroom?"
     "You're crazy," she said, then started when I shrank to a height of three feet and changed into my sex goddess form. Still floating in front of her. "My God..." she whispered and Roxy swam over for a closer look at me, "you're almost the size of my breasts."
     "Hey, this body was made for this kind of stuff," I said. "Come on, lift me up," I requested, "You don't have to worry about squeezing too hard."
     In a daze, she grabbed me around the waist and lifted my lightweight, dripping form out of the water. "You're so light," she marvelled. "I can't believe you can do this." I tried shrinking some more and managed to chop off another foot, almost startling her into dropping me. I kicked my legs playfully as the giant Cathy held me. Roxy was grinning, finding a mini-me to be very funny.
     "Have some fun, tell the inflatable sex goddess doll to do something and I'll give it a shot," I offered. "C'mon, Cathy, enjoy life a bit!" I teased, trying to break her shell.
     She hesitated, reluctant to do so, but the temptation of ordering around her captor/host was too great. "All right then. How fat can YOU get?"
     "Set me sit on your two hands," I asked and she did, slightly curious and excited. "Dip me for a half-minute then lift." She managed to dip the tiny woman in spite of her tits.
     "I didn't know she could BE that small," Roxy exclaimed. "Desire could only go four feet even as a child!"
     "Child?" Cathy said, started.
     "When Ellen was still Edgar, we tested her form changing abilities. She was absolutely amazing; she could be almost any female we asked her to be. Race, age, color; you name it." She peered into the whirling water. "I think it's time."
     When Cathy raised me, she almost dropped me in surprise. I was massively fat in my tiny form. If I'd been a normal human I'd've weighed over five hundred pounds. My breasts were bloated, huge gut sagging, and I must've had eight chins for a neck. My arms and legs were overstuffed sausages with pudgy hands and feet. Her expression of disgust told me she'd had enough so I swiftly went back to normal to her relief.
     "You're heavier now," she commented.
     "Swallowed some water to look more realistic. Next?"
     "Hey!" Roxy protested. "My turn!" I turned my head to look curiously at my blonde girlfriend. "What does that form look like at ten years old?"
     I blinked and tried her suggestion. I shrank even more and my tits did too. My hips shrank and I looked much less womanly. When I stopped I looked at myself curiously, Roxy came over to look with Cathy at my tiny form in fascination. I stood straight and looked wide-eyed at the giants.
     "Christ, she looks absolutely adorable with those big eyes of hers and that face," she giggled, as she whispered to Cathy who, to her surprise, smiled.
     "Cathy's turn!" I cried, and my higher voice amused them.
     "Um... Christ, you still look sexy like that," she groaned. Roxy whispered in her ear for a minute, making her smile devilishly. "Great idea!" Uh oh, I thought. "Change back to the adult size, grow back to three feet, and fuck my entire middle finger."
     "Hah???" My mouth gaped and the two giants giggled.
     "You said you would, Ellen," Roxy sang out.
     Apprehensively, I grew to three feet and in the adult sex goddess form. Cathy folded all the fingers save the middle of her right hand after transferring me to her left. She put me on my back in the water and I was still buoyant enough to float. A grinning Roxy swam around and positioned herself at me head, using her hands around me so I couldn't drift forward, also manipulating my breasts with them to arouse me and my nipples stiffened. Cathy looking at my nervous face smiled a little wickedly as she spread my tiny legs and placed her middle finger at my cunt. She'd been itching to do SOMETHING to this body and now she was getting her chance on her terms.
     "Don't worry about pain, she doesn't feel it much," Roxy advised. Thanks a lot, I thought nervously. And I gasped as the finger began pushing, withdrew a little, then pushed again. At my current size, the finger felt like a log trying to force its way into me. Cathy, seeing me not cry in pain, tried harder and amazingly succeeded.
     "OOHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!" I screamed, arching my back as the mammoth finger entered my loins and plunged deep into me, actually distending my belly slightly. And she kept pushing! I quivered in Roxy's grasp as inch after seeming inch ground into me. I was wide-eyed and panting when Cathy had it all the way in. Roxy and her then turned me upright in the water so that Cathy's hand was under me as I sat on it, shaking with the sensations. "Myyy Godddd..." I gasped.
     Cathy looked at me sitting halfway in the water as I grit my teeth together. She could feel my warmth engulfing her finger and found the sight erotic, as did the heavily breathing Roxy. The hand lifted and I came fully out of the water, impaled on her finger with my thighs spread apart. My girlfriend then gripped me under my shoulders and Cathy started pumping her hand up and down, smacking my ass, generating such intense suction and pressure I began cumming on the spot.
     "AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" I cried continuously after every thrust, shaking from the non-stop orgasm I was having. Even for a love doll, the sensation was too much for me and I fainted, still impaled.
     Cathy immediately stopped when I slumped unconscious and pulled out her wet, cum covered finger. "Oh shit! Is she...?"
     "No, just overloaded I think." Roxy shook her head as she gently let my body go to float on the water. "I guess we finally found out how much she could handle." She tenderly kissed my forehead.
     "How did you manage to keep loving her after she changed?" Cathy asked the blonde woman curiously. Roxy shrugged.
     "I just do. I liked Edgar's personality and he really cared for me. I cared for him too. Ellen is like Edgar, only more so in a strange way, and she cares for people a little more than Edgar used too. More confident as well. Even when she's not in this damn sexy body I want her, no matter which form."
     Cathy looked subdued. "I wish I could say the same with Robert, but I can't." She looked at one of the room's tiled walls. "Our sex was infrequent and he never laughed with me. He didn't like the way I looked even, and I was thin even before him because I didn't eat much after my parent's death. I think he just wanted my grandfather's money." She started softly crying and Roxy came over and hugged her from the side.
     "We'd better wake Ellen up," the blonde said after Cathy had calmed down, "or your breasts will look more like prunes than balloons." The black-haired woman laughed a little.
     "How do we do that?"
     "Hmmm...." Roxy opened my legs and started slowly licking me. After a minute, I blinked and started moaning. She immediately stopped and lifted my upper body up. "Ohhhh God, that was intense," I groaned, shaking my head.
     "I think we've had enough water for today," Roxy said crisply. "Could you lighten Cathy's breasts, please?"
     "Yes, I think I've enjoyed myself more than I have for a while."
     I was confused by their sudden familiarity, but shrugged and after growing to normal size, went over to the submerged breasts and placed my hands on them. Concentrating, I brought them to their original lightness and they floated on the water. Cathy stepped out of the water, followed by me and Roxy. We dried ourselves off and before Cathy left she hesitated and said, "Thanks you two for... for caring." And she hurried to her room.
     "She's making progress," I said, smiling. Roxy nodded and  wrapped an arm around my waist.

     Things that night took an ugly turn.
     The shadowy figure crept up to the side of the house and lightly climbed over the fence. It didn't worry overmuch at being seen because of a misdirection spell. Expertly, it picked the lock of the back door. Before going in, a gun was pulled out and a silencer screwed into the barrel.
     It checked out the main floor, then silently went upstairs. One room had two women, but neither were the one it wanted. A few more rooms brought it to the one it did want. There was a moment of stunned realization that it WAS the one the intruder sought, then it came over and gently shook the woman awake.
     "Wha...?" Cathy said, then blinked as she saw long black hair on a familiar blackened face. "Angela!" she hissed, shocked and embarrassed that her friend saw her like this. She was getting used to the body with Ellen and Roxy's compliments, but the breasts were still freakish. "I told you not to come!" she whispered angrily.
     "You sounded like you were in trouble so I used my tracking magics," Angela was unrepentant. "But what happened to YOU? Fuck, you've got the body of a playmate and breasts that look like they've been inflated!"
     "They were bigger," Cathy murmured, thinking that even her best friend thought her body looked better. Angela blinked. "Someone's helping me fix that." She saw the gun and her eyes widened in panic. "Don't use the gun on her or try to kill her or you'll wind up like me!"
     "On who?"
     "On me," I said, grimly, from the doorway and stepped into the room. I'd woken up feeling something was wrong and had seen a figure slip by the open doorway. The voices from Cathy's room prompted my arrival. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
     The slender woman spun and a glittering crystal flashed towards me. It flashed and suddenly I found I couldn't move! Fuck!
     "What?" gasped Cathy.
     "Holding spell I got. Expensive, but handy and non-lethal. Thanks for the warning," Angela said with a grin. Walking up to me she saw me better and whistled. "This one's a looker. Who is she?"
     "My girlfriend, bitch!" Roxy screamed and leaped into the room. She had followed behind me, but my unexpected capture must've frightened her to action. She was onto the black-clad woman in a flash, striking out swiftly to the diaphragm.
     The woman sidestepped and tried to return the favor, but Roxy was too good for that. She blocked the incoming chop with a raised arm and started to strike with the second.
     There was a muffled sound and Roxy suddenly doubled over, face white with pain. Angela calmly lifted her gun. "Don't attack an armed person, bitch."
     "Goddamn you, Angela! She's a friend!" Cathy cried.
     "She shouldn't have attacked me then," the black clad woman protested. "If she's lucky I didn't hit something vital. Personally, I think you've been charmed or something."
     "I..." Cathy began to say, but something caught her attention.
     I literally had an red aura of fury outlining my form over the callous disregard of Roxy's shooting. My scream of sheer rage shattered the spell holding me still and I looked at the amazed Angela with glowing blue eyes. No wind surrounded me, but energy from air and earth came to my call. I didn't want anything lethal, but this bitch was going to pay. I wasn't aware of how I did what I wanted, but I didn't care. I spat a glowing ball of energy and it hit Angela before she could move. She screamed for a moment as energy crackled over her lithe form, then stopped, panting, when it stopped.
     During this, I rushed over to Roxy who was whimpering in pain. It looked like she was hit in the stomach. I swallowed angrily, knowing it was a slow death. I looked at the recovered Angela, who was cautiously backing away from me, and the scared Cathy.
     "Looks like what you wanted, didn't work. I guess those protections I bought worked instead," the confident woman replied.
     "Mark," I said coldly. "Every thirty seconds after mark you will increase your bust by a cup size. This will only stop if Cathy chains you downstairs and there you will inflate your bust to twice the diameter of hers. If you leave this house, you will inflate your bust to three times her diameter and make sure you can not move your arms or legs." I turned my attention to Roxy.
     "Yeah right," Angela said, a little uncertain.
     "I don't think she's lying," Cathy told her.
     "Bull..." she began to say, but stopped for she suddenly inhaled and the front of her black shirt pushed out a bit. Angela paled after she closed her mouth again, feeling her new size. "No way," she gasped. Cathy jumped off her bed and pulled her friend out the door.
     "Quick!" Ken's granddaughter cried. "I have to get you downstairs before you get too big!" Leading her stunned friend, her own breasts bouncing greatly, Cathy raced to the basement. Angela gaped at the decor, but Cathy had no time to explain. "Come on! I have to chain you to the wall!"
     Angela had been a B-cup and hadn't worn a bra fortunately, for her new C-cup turned to D-cup when she involuntarily inhaled again. She hesitated, but let Cathy imprison her spread-eagled to the wall. When secure, she inhaled and kept inhaling.
     Cathy watched as Angela's breasts bulged under the black shirt. She was two feet in diameter so twice that meant Angela wouldn't stop until four feet. Her friend watched in panic as her breasts strained the stretchy fabric beyond its tolerance. It ripped apart and the ever-growing spheres burst out from their imprisonment as they approached the two-foot mark. The balloon-titted Cathy watched in awe as the breasts in front of her became tremendous.
     When they stopped, they were incredibly gigantic and almost perfectly round at four feet wide each. The areola were the size of tea cup plates and the nipples half that. They were eight feet wide combined and took up a lot of room. Unable to see her friend's face in front, Cathy slipped around them and reached a stunned Angela.
     "I though I might be shot, or electrocuted, or burnt to a crisp one day," the long haired woman said dazedly, "but not be turned into a human balloon. That's a new one on me."

     "Oh fuck, Roxy, why did you have to attack her," I sobbed.
     "Im-impatient I guess," she smiled through her pain, "I couldn't stand t-to see you t-taken away." Tears grew in her eyes.
     "Goddamn it, I am NOT going to let you die, you stupid little bitch!" I shouted. "You are going to live and be with me forever!"
     "Hah," she weakly shot back. "I'm human, you're not, you'd outlast me anyway. Stupid lifetime warranty."
     I truly did not want her to die, damn it! I LOVED her, more than life itself, I realized. This body was amazing, and I could do things to other people when under attack or really pissed off. So why couldn't I do something when my heart is breaking and healing needed! I strained myself trying to get my body to do something, anything! to save her. For some fucking reason all I got was milk filling my breasts. Oh hell, I thought despondently, I can use it.
     I fought back tears as I suggested to Roxy, "Suck my breasts then? You never did with milk in them."
     She laughed, and spasmed a little. "Sure, why not. Be a great way to go." I gently lay her down and leaned over her to place one of my tits into her mouth. Her lips closed on it and began to suckle my breasts like a babe, but she was dying, not the newly born. My tears started flowing, but she couldn't see them as my head was ahead of hers. She was sucking harder now and despite myself it sent pleasant tingles though me. It soon became empty and I switched tits quickly. The second was emptied too.
     I shifted and kneeled at Roxy's head. She smiled up at me.
     "How-how did you like it?" I gulped, tears in my eyes.
     "Best I've ever had," she grinned.
     "I'm gl-glad. I never knew how much I loved you, now you're dying!" I cried, tears flowing freely down my cheeks.
     "Ellen?" she said gently.
     "How bad is the wound? Really. I'd like to know. Please?"
     "A-all right," I said, and looked reluctantly at the bloody, crusted area. "It-it's pretty bloody. I ca-can't see the hole."
     "I thought it would be obvious."
     "I... You're right," I said, blinking as I looked for the hole. Carefully, I started probing with my fingers and found... a bullet? I picked it up and brought it to my eyes. "What the hell?"
     "That's the bullet that hit me?" she asked, an impish light in her eyes.
     "It has to be, but how..." I gaped as Roxy, without obvious pain, sat up and smiled at me. "B-b-but..." I stammered as she wiped away the blood to reveal unmarked skin underneath.
     "B-b-breast milk, you wonderful ninny," she said wrapping her arms tightly around me and I hugged her back desperately hoping this wasn't a dream. "As I drank it, I felt better and that bullet got shoved out of me. How come you didn't know?"
     "I tried doing something to save you but only the milk came. I didn't know it would heal."
     "Thank God for breast fetishes then," Roxy sighed shakily. I pulled out of her hug and kissed her deeply, which she reciprocated in kind.
     "I love you, Roxy," I said when we separated.
     "I love you too, Ellen." And she smiled into my eyes.

     Cathy was worried when I came down the stairs, but flabbergasted when Roxy stepped down behind me.
     She ran up to her and looked her over. "How...?" she said, shocked.
     "Milk does a body good," Roxy replied with a grin. She whistled at the mammoth sized, ballooned breasts of Angela. "Good grief. They get bigger and bigger."
     "Shrink them to half size, Angela," I ordered, and the breasts began to decrease in size. Soon we saw Angela's face exhaling the air from her breasts until she was Cathy's size. "You," I stated, "are one damned lucky woman."
     She saw the unharmed Roxy. "How did you...? Oh, so you healed her? Fine. Can someone tell me what the HELL is going on here?"
     "Cathy, who is this?"
     "She's my best friend. We've known each other since before my parents died. She has some magical talent, but it's only for tracking so she went into recovery work for people with stolen property. It's why she's so trigger happy; if you aren't you can die a messy death in her line of work."
     "And this happens when I try to rescue my friend and not during a job, Christ," Angela said with disgust.
     "You certainly know a lot of dangerous people, Cathy," I said wryly. "Robert knifes my old body, tries to take my soul from this one, you try to knife and curse me, and now this one freezes me and almost kills this woman I love. I'm not having much luck meeting you folks, am I?"
     Angela looked at me in surprise. "So you're the one who did Robert? Great, I can thank you then."
     "Angela!" Cathy cried, shocked as the disgust in Angela's voice at Robert's name.
     "Catherine, the guy was scum! Trust me, I know what scum looks like. I couldn't tell you before because you were so hung up on him that to tell you would have make you hate me and I didn't want that." She looked plaintively at Cathy. "I can't afford to lose good friends." Then with more control she looked at me. "Why IS she here?"
     "After she attacked me and I reflexively defended myself, her grandfather gave me this house. He left her with me so I could try to bring back his cheerful daughter again as well as return her back to normal."
     "Good, but I'd advise you to keep the body though, Catherine," Angela said with a grin and Cathy flushed. "What did you do to me anyway?"
     "I gave you the ability to inflate yourself, but only I have full control and you won't have any until I give it to you."
     "And how the HELL did you do that?" she demanded and I had to explain most of my history to her. "Sounds like a damn tough and pretty body for a guy," she commented. "Damn shame."
     "Pardon?" I said.
     "Angela is a lesbian," Cathy said with a blush. "I like this body of yours too, Ellen, but so does everyone else and Roxy loves you anyway. Me, I like men to have sex with."
     "I wonder what you call a love doll who likes women and sometimes men?" my love said mischievously.
     "Horny," I said, deadpan. Both Cathy and Roxy giggled.
     "Pardon me, but could you let me go?" Angela demanded.
     I looked at Roxy, then I looked at Cathy. They seemed to agree with me. "No."
     "You break into MY house, armed, I DON'T think Cathy told you to come either, freeze me before I can explain anything, AND shoot the woman I love more than anything else on this mortal coil. In general, Cathy's mad at you, Roxy might want some payback, and I am very pissed off with you because you started this whole mess. Some punishment is called for here before we let you go."
     "Hey, wait a..."
     "Inflate your torso, upper arms, upper legs, and hips until I say stop," I said. Angela's eyes widened in panic as she started sucking in air. "When I release you, inflate the other parts of your limbs other than hands or feet so you cannot move."
     Her clothes started bulging again but in other regions as she expanded. Her hips widened as did her waist while the other regions started ripping her clothes apart.
     "Stop," I said when she looked bloated enough. I came over and released her wrists and knees which made the other uninflated parts expand as well until I said "Stop." again. Now Angela looked like an overinflated parody of a woman and immobile. I asked Roxy to help me and we carried the violently protesting and cursing woman into the waterbed room where we cuffed her spread-eagled on the bed after taking the rest of her ruined clothes off. I slipped on of the vibrator belts out without her seeing and came around to her bloated thighs and hips. I had her get these back to normal so I could fit the belt on. She jumped a little when the vibrators when into her cunt and arsehole.
     "What the HELL are you DOING down there?!" she demanded, a little unnerved by Roxy and Cathy's grin.
     "Deflate yourself to normal," I said and we waited for her to shrink back down. When she did I held up the remote for the belts. "This is a remote for that belt I put on you. The belt is a vibrator and will not allow you to orgasm. Have fun," I said cheerfully and switched it on. She jumped and twisted when it started.
     "F-fuck! How long do you plan to leave me l-like this??" she demanded, then moaned.
     "Until I think you are truly sorry you came into this house and hurt me and Roxy," I replied, waving as we filed out. "Have fun, Angela." We closed the door to her plaintive cry.

     I came down two hours later as I didn't need as much sleep as the others. Sure enough, Angela was covered in a frantic sweat and practically pleaded for me to get her off. So I took off the belt and started sucking her dripping pussy.
     I got a wicked idea as she climbed towards fulfilment and willed my tongue to become longer, a lot longer. I licked again and covered a lot more area than a normal tongue could which set her off into a shuddering orgasm. During which I stuck my longer mouth muscle into her vagina and moved it around inside. The feeling drove her nuts and she screamed like a banshee. Eventually I took it out and returned it to normal. I straddled her waist as she recovered.
     "W-what WAS that?" she panted. "You stick a snake in me??"
     "No, just my tongue," I said, licking lips that were wet with her cum. "I'm very flexible, remember?" I shifted into my red-headed, public persona and smiled at her surprise. I leaned forward and looked her in the eyes, she returned the stare until she saw my soft-looking breasts were growing before her eyes. "See what I mean?" I said as I straightened up, holding my overflowing DDD-cup breasts with my hands. "This body was made to act just like a real woman, and more than one. It was made to give pleasure, or receive it. Oh!" I cooed, clutching them playfully as they got slightly larger. Leaning closer to her face, I whispered, "I can even make milk in them too." I squeezed a nipple and milk dropped into Angela's mouth. "Now isn't it a damn shame a man is in this body?" I said with a grin.
     "Okay, okay, you've made your point," she admitted with a groan. "Just let me suck them already."
     "Thought you'd never ask," I chuckled then gasped as her hungry mouth covered my rising nipple and sucked.

     By the time Roxy and Cathy woke up on Sunday, Angela was sorry about the whole mess and apologized to Roxy in a heartfelt manner. My love giggled a bit at the mercenary's bedraggled state and my innocent expression. I let her go and gave her control over her new ability. She smiled when I did and I had no doubt she would use it to her advantage.
     I shrank Cathy again that day, another half-foot but there was less volume so I didn't pass out this time. I still made her aroused when I absorbed it and made more of that passion milk, but I was more coherent and controlled this time. Roxy and I had some fun with that stuff.
     More pleasing to hear, Cathy said I should start doing Pam before doing more with her. A foot and a half was manageable, but three was impossible so I worked all the next week and a half on getting the overjoyed Pam smaller. Soon both could wear normal shirts again. Cathy's breasts came down to C but no smaller; she didn't care, and we got clothing for her so she could walk outside again. She didn't miss the admiring looks men gave her and became more confident and happy with herself. When she and I went to her grandfather's the change was apparent and Ken was most happy with her and myself. Then he asked me what I would do.
     "I'm not sure," I replied, "Become more comfortable and settled in first, I suppose. Maybe have some fun for a few months as I learn more what I can do. Then -- I don't know. I could be a lot of things." He nodded, understanding.
     "Very well. I have a few ideas to offer you when you're ready."
     I thanked him gratefully and went home to Roxy, who had finally moved in with me.

by Sormin