Edgar Underwood, that's me, just wandered into the brighly lit store without much conscious thought about the matter.  I had
just broken up with my latest girlfriend because of a suggestion I'd made last night. Next time I make sure, I thought angrily while
my libido guided my steps.
     "Can I help you?"
     I jumped at the interruption and looked up at the handsome woman with silver-streaked black hair and intense grey eyes that
had asked me the question. "Um... sorry?" As you can tell, this was not my most brilliant conversation.
     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 a carefully arched eyebrow at me.  "You'd have to be very distracted to ignore this sort of place.
Girlfriend trouble?"
     "Not any more," I sighed, " that's the trouble."
     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. But today 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 in the two chairs by the table.  She sipped at hers for a moment
before speaking.  "So, what was the trouble with your lady friend?  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 a sex shop I figured she wouldn't really be
very shocked. "I wanted to try something different -- tying her to the bed for a change."
     Winna calmly sipped her tea, totally unfazed. "Why?"
     "I'd heard that women tied like up that would be more aroused, enjoy sex more, and I thought that Roxy would like it.  To tell
the truth, the idea had gotten me aroused as soon as I suggested it."  I grimaced. "Turns out she had a feminist streak a mile wide
I never knew 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, with two different women.  You know, I'd never force them to, 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."
     "Eh?"  This was a twist in the conversation.
     She continued, "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."
     "Wiccan, 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 disciplines we've mentioned very closely, and
are quite unusual.  This new product is one of the results."
     "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. It needs to be... exercised.  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 profound 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 with a whisper, "Unwrap it only at home and let no one else touch it but you before
inflating the doll." She released the bundle 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 to keep 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 keep looking for a girl that
understands me."
     "Maybe not," Winna said abstractly 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, pinkish plastic
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 and took the first deep breath.
     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 pause.
As it began looking more human-like, I had to agree: she 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 then 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 a 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
azure 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."  She pronounced it
'Des-ir-ray'; it sounded foreign.
     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 my waist, Hugging me close to her very firm breasts. The strength she had was like 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 would fill me up with water," she purred. "I'll 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 cum and make me scream with 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. "Pl-ease?"
     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 that 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, outside in the murky overcast sky, the sun disappeared below the horizon at last.  Night had begun.
     And the world spun.
     Finally, things settled down and I shook my head to clear it, wondering if I'd overexerted myself. Then froze stock-still.
     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 mellifluous voice that sounded out was Desire's, now mine. My body 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 would not
ever be truly a free-thinking being, however much I wanted her to be right now. Her mind contained only whatever thoughts
Winna had given her, and it was extremely creative in her one 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 hands 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.  The ropes held me tightly,
securely.
     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, not having any confusion about what to do with her --
my -- probing fingers.
     "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. Dawn. 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?"  The switch hadn't fazed her at all.
     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, I was too drained to do anything at the moment. I fell quickly asleep in my love doll's arms.

     "EDGAR UNDERWOOD!!!"

     It was around two o'clock that afternoon 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 entwined naked bodies.
     "You pig!" she shouted. "We break up, and already you're sleeping with another woman! God DAMN you, EDgar."
     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  Hard..
     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 exertions last night, so when Roxy pulled, she expected a normal
hundred kilo weight to resist her, not a mere third of that.
     As a result, Desire flew into the astonished Roxy and they both 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.  "Spill it..."
     "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 of 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. "Huh?" was all she could manage.
"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 very animated 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 become bored with me,
his 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.  But strange."
     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 too, 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?  What happened?"
     "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 and 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 was a mirror image, a lost twin.
     She whirled angrily at me. "That's not funny, Edgar! She's naked!"
     "Well, when we switch I can pose as your twin sister," I joked, laughing a little. It died when I saw her actually thinking about
it. "That was a joke!"
     "Maybe not a sister, but maybe a cousin." She actually looked serious!
     "Come on, Roxy! I don't plan for to keep switching for the rest of my life!" I protested. "Then how about I make her breasts
grow in this form?" I expected her to be angry, but she grinned instead.
     "Go right ahead. I've always wondered what I would look like bigger."
     "Fine! Desire, expand to the size you were when you demonstrated that to me the first time," I commanded the love doll,
Desire put her hands on her breasts and grinned.
     Roxy and I watched, fascinated, as the Roxy-clone's tits began inflating as she inhaled. It didn't help either of us that Desire
was playing with her growing nipples as they went beyond melon size. As before, her breasts started looking a little more like
rubber balloons by the time they reached basketball size as they jutted straight out from her chest.
     "Fuck me," my girlfriend whispered in awe. "The breast implants from hell. How big can she GET?"
     "No idea. Desire, will those breasts look more real if you drink more water?"
     "Yes, Edgar, and my nipples are just dying for you to suck them; Roxy can too," the Roxy clone added seductively, twitching a
little and running her hands over the sides of her massive globes, making the real one gulp. "I can handle you both easily."
     "Christ, she's good for a sex toy," Roxy said, swallowing. I noticed she was a little flushed, remembered her being 'friends' with
Becky, and wondered if my girlfriend was bisexual. Desire jumped coyly and her light weight versus her surface area made her
jump higher than a human and fall slower than one. A heavenly vision for people with a breast fetish.
     "Let's get some water into her. Could you bring the bathroom scale, Roxy?" And waved Desire to follow me into the nearby
kitchen, on her way she licked her lips and bumped a breast into Roxy, who appeared to be immobilized with some inner conflict.
     My girlfriend entered the kitchen with the scale a few minutes later to see me holding the extendable sink sprayer in her
clone's puckered and eager lips. Maybe she would have said something but Desire's now realistic looking, and slightly sagging,
basketball sized breasts stopped it cold. Instead, she put the scale in front of Desire, who stepped on it.
     "Sixty two," she read.
     "I'll stop filling 'er up on ninety," I drawled.
     "This is so unbelievably unreal!" Roxy burst out. "She's a fucking inflatable holding tank!"
     "Right on all counts," I said, unable to resist laughing. "And aside from the breasts she looks perfect."
     "Ninety," the blushing woman called out and I stopped the hot water, pulling the sprayer out with a small pop. "That
compliment barely saved you, buster."
     "Oooo... They're heavy now," Desire cooed, shaking her mammaries and making them quiver as she supported them with her
hands. "Does anyone want to help me?"
     I caught Roxy staring at Desire's breasts from her position on the ground; she really seemed to be fascinated by the love doll's
antics. "Let's go to the living room," I announced. Roxy shook herself awake and led the way out. The clock showed the time.
"Three o'clock!" I groaned, "and I have to work tomorrow."
     "Call and say you're sick," Roxy advised. "It'd be true enough."
     "Ha ha. Funny woman. Desire, maybe you should change back to your original shape but keep the breasts." Roxy was a little
disappointed I could tell, but didn't say anything as my love doll returned to her former taller, and black-haired form. "How am I
going to confront Winna about this? She said Desire was mine and didn't want her back."
     "Yours forever," Desire added. It wasn't comforting.
     "I think she'll want to know about the, ah, glitch," Roxy said, snickering at her understatement. I sighed.
     "Yeah. I guess I'll have to wait, but what do we do until the switch tonight?"
     "Have an orgy?" Desire suggested innocently, bouncing her huge tits with her hands.
     "Why did I know she would say that?" Roxy sighed. "The ultimate one track mind. Maybe we should see what her limits are."
     "Sure." I sat on the couch and Roxy joined me, snuggling close to me. She loved to snuggle, so did I. Desire stood in front of
us, cheerfully smiling as usual, and our entertainment for a few hours.
     Height first. She was able to shrink to four feet and almost as tall as the ceiling, which was around nine to ten feet.
     Curves next. She could be like a boy, or have the most outrageous hourglass shape we'd ever seen.
     Roxy suggested age so we tried it. I felt like a child molester with a naked ten-year old smiling at me so we hurried the other
way. We got to around a very well preserved sixty. She never got wrinkles and we figured it was because she was inflated.
     Fat was weird. She looked anorexic, then inhaled deeply and visibly gained an appearance of three hundred before we stopped
her.
     Race came next. Nordic, Negro, Asian, to name a few.
     Then we tried celebrities. We needed pictures for this, and I also took out some Playboys as well. Roxy didn't mind as long as
I got Desire to parody some of her least-liked stars. We had a hell of a time watching one model mysteriously gaining weight
incredibly fast with an expression of mock horror. Roxy laughed so hard tears were coming from her eyes when I suggested we
do one of her least favorite co-workers, make some obscene pictures, and paste them all over the men's bathroom in her office. I
don't think the vice-president of the company, aka the 'Iron Bitch', would've liked that much.
     Before we knew it, it was almost sundown. We'd had more fun with Desire than a T.V. sitcom but I was feeling a little
nervous as I told her to turn back to normal.
     "Okay," I said. "Lay down on the couch, don't move, and close your eyes. That disorientation will happen again and if you don't
move or open your eyes until it happens a second time you won't get confused. All right?" She nodded and closed her eyes as she
lay on the couch. I inhaled deeply and saw the sun getting ready to vanish though a window. To Roxy, I said, "I'll go to my room,
close the door and lie down like her on my bed. When she opens her eyes in a few minutes you'll know it happened again." Roxy
gulped, but stood up and pecked me on the cheek before I ran to my room, shut the door, and jumped onto the bed, closing my
eyes.
     I'd hoped it wouldn't occur but I felt the world fall around me again. When it steadied, I felt Desire's odd body again, with more
water inside me of course. I blinked open my eyes and saw Roxy kneeling by my head.
     "Edgar?" she asked me, unsure.
     "There is no Edgar, only Zuul," I intoned in Desire's voice. Roxy made a face and pinched one of my now larger nipples. "Ow,"
I noted.
     "'Ow'? That should've hurt like hell, you ninny."
     "Desire's body doesn't feel pain as much I guess. I'm surprised I even felt like that really, her skin being so tough."
     Roxy just stared into my eyes. "I find it so hard to believe it's you in that bimbo body."
     "And Desire in mine," I reminded her. "I guess my idea worked as she doesn't sound like she's moving." I sat up on the couch
and nearly tipped over, but Roxy saved me. "Whoa, I was flat on my back the last time. This is different to move around in."
     "No kidding. You better try walking slowly at first."
     It took a few minutes but I kinda got used to the broader hips as I walked around the room. "How's that?"
     "Not bad for a ten hour old woman," she laughed, shaking her head.
     "Hmm." I remembered Desire's comment about willing her body's changes and decided to try it out. I tried and a few seconds
later Roxy started as my hair turned blonde. "Hey, it works," I noted, I was looking for it and didn't miss my girlfriend's definite
flicker of interest in her eyes. I walked up to her and motioned her to join me on the couch. "I suppose I should feel cold being
naked but I'm not." I looked down. "These breasts are strange too."
     "It must really be odd to be in Desire's love doll body," Roxy said, not a little curious. She'd finally become accustomed to the
idea of Desire apparently, and I felt I knew the main reason why.
     I willed myself to look just like my blonde girlfriend and couldn't resist giggling at her surprised face as she suddenly was
confronted by 'herself'. "The pod people have come for you, Roxy."
     "Nut!" she yelled and whapped a pillow at me which I ducked. When I sat right beside her, she just stared at me. "God, that is
so... so... I can't describe it," she sighed.
     "Exciting?" I suggested, and she blinked in shock. "I saw the way you were looking at Desire when she was like this. You
wanted her then, didn't you?" Roxy began stammering her protest, but it was a weak one. "Or was it the idea of making love to
yourself, one with larger breasts, that got you? Hmm?" I said knowingly, leaning closer to her. Roxy's widening eyes told me it
was true.
     "Christ, Edgar, are you a closet transvestite?" she retorted, not answering my question.
     "Roxy, I went through TEN HOURS of being HIGHLY aroused the last time I was in this body. Don't you think that MIGHT
account for it?" Or something else, this WAS a love doll body made for sex after all. It knows how, in the best possible ways. I
was climbing above her now and she seemed torn between her obviously strong desire and her inhibitions. This impasse needed a
helping hand, I decided.
     Roxy's breathing became heavier when her C-cup bust on my chest began to flatten as I leaned towards her face. "Oh fuck,
Edgar, I can't help it," she groaned.
     "Everyone has their fetishes, Roxy, we just happened to find yours in a particularly odd way. Nothing to be ashamed of,
really." I whispered above her as my tits loomed hugely in front of her. "If Winna can't fix this right away, then next time I can put
one of your bras on before inflating my breasts. My flesh would spill out of the sides as the bra strained against it and then, at last,
it would break and my tits would bust free, bouncing and..."
     Roxy couldn't stand it any more. She glomped her arms around me and began to feverishly suck on one of my hardening pink
nipples. I gasped at the sensation it produced, made even more exciting since Roxy was doing it to me and not the programmed
Desire. We started going backwards as she pushed forwards, straining to get her clothes off while I panted.
     I landed on my back on the couch. Roxy, fevered with a passion unknown to her or me before, practically tore off her blouse
and bra, followed by jeans and panties and pounced on my shuddering tits again. The fierce sucking and kneading she was giving
them was really making me wet and I was heading towards orgasm.
     She realized that from my tossing and increasing volume and slid down to the hairless pussy further down. Raising one leg to
rest on the back of the couch, she moved the other off the cushions, giving her free access to my cunt. Roxy had done this before
I found out quite happily as she dived at my love box and started licking and sucking, sometimes thrusting her fingers into my
tunnel. Somehow she managed to turn  herself around so that she lay atop my huge mounds, putting her own hot snatch within
proximity of my own mouth. I had to shrink my tits a little to reach her properly but I managed it and then we were both licking
each other towards our shaking orgasms.
     Surprisingly, Roxy came first and I swallowed eagerly as she bucked her sweat-slippery body on my own. I supposed it was
the level of her arousal that did it before I passed my own barrier and was swept in the waves of my own cum. As I calmed
down, I shrank my tits down to normal so we could hug each other when we were face to face again. For a while neither of us
said anything.
     "God, I loved that," Roxy said dreamily as she always did after a lovemaking session, but I'd never heard her say it with that
much feeling before. Come to think of it, I was pretty damn happy myself for being trapped in a love doll's body. We were sweaty
and smelled of musky, female sex, but we merely inhaled it like the aroma of fine liqueur, feeling very pleased with ourselves.
     "I have to admit, being your twin is a hellava turn on," I confessed. She chuckled.
     "My big titted twin, you mean."
     "One size fits all."
     We giggled as we hugged each other tighter.
     "Roxy, I think we'd better sleep. Desire said she can't unless I do and she's in my body right now. It needs the rest for
tomorrow."
     "I'm coming with you tomorrow, I'll call in sick too."
     "All right," I sighed, but was privately glad she offered. "So we sleep on the couch? Did you want pillows or a blanket?" She
hugged me lovingly.
     "It's warm enough to ignore covers and I have my pillows right here," she said playfully, reaching up to poke one of my
breasts.
     "That's a good idea actually. Lay on top of me," I said and Roxy, curious, complied, soon laying all her weight completely on
me. "I don't feel any discomfort at all," I said after a moment.
     "What about my pillows?" she said coyly, putting her head on my breasts. I started enlarging them until she looked
semi-comfortable and sighed contentedly. "You really feel great to sleep on," she murmured as I wrapped my arms lightly around
her.
     "Must be in my inflatable mattress genes," was my last amused retort before we drifted off to sleep.

     I awoke to the sound of passionate cries and found myself back in my own body. Which meant... Uh oh.
     When I emerged I found I had been right. Desire, still looking like I had last night, was sucking Roxy's cunt and my girlfriend
was moaning and twisting her own tits with her hands. She came as I watched, my love doll sucking her juices eagerly.
     "Having fun?" I asked with a smile of my face.
     "You jerk!" she gasped out, but not really meaning it. "When I woke up I had her sucking my tits and thought it was you for a
minute but when I realised it was light outside it had gone too far."
     "Desire, change back to normal," I said, and the love doll stood while shifting back to her old self. "I'm sorry, I should've
thought of that; she's a horny little thing, isn't she?"
     "No kidding. Pleasant way to wake up though." She hesitated. "But not as nice as last night was."
     "Hm?"
     "I don't know, it was just more satisfying when you were in her body. You're not as expert as her, but she lacks... something."
     "I am not a companion, I am a love doll," Desire offered. "I am only to relieve stress."
     "Huh!" I thought about it and shrugged. "Maybe we'd better get ready to go to the mall. Desire, go to my bedroom and wait in
the bed. Roxy, I still have that makeup and some spare clothes you forgot to take so you don't need to go home." I paused.
     "Let's find out what happened."
 

     We were standing in front of the yet-to-open sex shop when two women, a short blonde with blue eyes and nice tan, and a
taller, brown-eyed red- head with freckles on her pale skin, walked up to open the store's theft barrier. "Roxy!" The red-head
cried, pleased to see her friend. "What are you doing here?"
     "Hi, Becky, I thought you were still sick," she said and I blinked; I had thought the blonde was her friend as they were built the
same. Becky was a more slender woman with a bust slightly larger than B-cup. Weird, after last night's fun with big breasts.
"This is my boyfriend, Edgar. Edgar, this is Becky and Tina. Edgar is the reason we're here. Is Ms. Winna coming?"
     The two women blinked and glanced at each other. "We recovered from the flu yesterday. She should be inside already, she
gets here early. What's up?" Becky asked as she unlocked the barrier.
     "It's about a special love doll she gave him." Both girls started and immediately swung startled looks my way. Roxy and I
realized they knew about Desire.
     "Inside! Quick!" Becky said in a hurry, ushering us inside, her and Tina following, locking the way behind us. "Ms. Winna
should be in the storeroom making tea," Becky said, obviously stifling some questions as she hurried us along.
     We found Winna calmly preparing that great tea in the back. Seeing me and Roxy was a surprise I could tell though. "Mr.
Underwood! I thought you wouldn't be back until Tuesday or so."
     Becky interrupted my answer. "You already GAVE her away?"
     "It seemed like fate had sent me him, so I did." She glanced at Roxy. "And this is...?"
     "Roxy. His girlfriend." At Winna's arch look, Roxy explained, "I came back to patch things up when I found him with Desire. I
already knew Becky."
     The red-head looked a little put out that she hadn't been told, but Tina finally spoke up for the first time, and asked me eagerly,
"How is she doing? What have you tried?"
     "She acts great. Pleasant, cheerful, sexy, for something totally impossible. We had some fun with changing her form last light,
she's damn versatile becoming someone else," I responded.
     Roxy, however, wanted some of HER questions answered. "So you two are in on this too?" she demanded.
     Winna answered for them. "Yes, they did, dear. They are both my apprentices, along with four others who work in other
malls. We all contributed to making Desire and worked for almost a year on her. She is the most highly complex work I and my
sect have ever created and likely true for all other magical crafts. Unfortunately, none of us could be her owner as we all
participated in her creation." She smiled at me. "We were all women and only a man with some ability in the Power could fit." She
saw my gape. "Yes, you possess a touch of the Gift, and I suspect Roxy too of having it. You needn't pursue it though." Now the
glimmer of interest burned in Winna's eyes. "How do you like her?"
     "She's great, like I said, but there's one problem which is why we came so early."
     Concern was present in Winna's eyes, dread in Tina and Becky's. "And what is that?"
     "When the sun sets, we switch bodies. When the sun rises, we switch back. And I don't think me becoming a love doll at night
was your intention."
     Somehow, I never thought I would see pure astonishment and amazement on Winna's face, her workers mirrored it to a lesser
degree.
     I continued. "Now I had forgotten I'd lent out my air pump and blew her up myself, but why would that do the switcheroo to
me?"
     Winna shakily rose and stepped close to me. "Are you... This is true?" she whispered. I nodded, puzzled at her reaction and
she fell back onto her chair. "Oh my..." she murmured, staring at me.
     "What's wrong?" Roxy asked Becky.
     "It's... It's just not possible to transfer a soul like that into a construct even half as powerful and complex as Desire. It's never
been done, even temporarily!" was Becky's stunned response. "All that inflating her himself should have done was deepen the
bond between user and construct."
     I scratched my head. "Then how's it happening? I've done it twice already. It's a truly odd feeling to be in her body since she's
inflatable. Why did you make a love doll in the first place?"
     Tina explained. "Our group deals a lot in sex magicks and we thought it amusing to make an animated, inflatable, love doll
because of where we all work. The more we thought about it, the more we got excited with the possibilities we could incorporate
into the doll. Mistress Winna finally decided to make it our Grand Project and we devoted a lot of effort into Desire. It became
horrendously complex and powerful at the end, but it all came together." She shook her head. "But we never planned this..."
     "Why didn't you want her back if you put so much work into her?" Roxy asked her.
     "Remember what we said? She's HIS now. Just the fact that she works as well as we hoped was an incredible
accomplishment and that success, save for that impossible transference, is reward enough."
     "Could something have interfered? If she's as complex as you say, then maybe some small fact you missed made this happen,"
I suggested.
     "Perhaps," Winna mused. "I'll have to have you and Desire come to my house tonight and call everyone together. You should
come as well, Roxy."
     Roxy and I exchanged glances and shrugged.
     "Guess we have to," I said, and my girlfriend sighed in agreement. Winna gave us a card with her address and told us to arrive
at seven. Becky and Tina walked us out of the back room.
     "So, Roxy... Did you try Desire too?" Becky asked with a big grin, which became wider when all Roxy did was blush. "Was
she good?"
     "Becky!" Roxy protested.
     "Roxy found out she had a fetish," I added helpfully, and was too slow to avoid her elbow. "Oof!"
     "Is that so?" Becky teased. "What is it?"
     "Edgar...." my girlfriend warned.
     "Twins with big breasts," I gasped out. She grabbed my shirt  and would've tossed me if Becky and Tina hadn't stopped her.
     "Hey, hey, hey! Outside, please, Ms. Fetish," Becky protested, trying not to laugh. Roxy let me go and glared at us two.
     "I really hope tonight involves sharp, bladed, instruments!" she huffed as we passed the barrier gate. "And I get this from the
inflatable boob man himself."
     I merely reddened when Becky turned an arch look at me before running to catch up to Roxy.

     Later, I pulled the car up into the long driveway. Ms. Winna lived practically in the woods, a good place for her group, I
supposed. There were several cars already here so I guessed they were all present. I turned off the car and we all exited the car.
Two Roxys followed me to the medium-sized house's entrance, Desire in my girlfriend's clothes. You couldn't tell them apart
physically; they really looked like twins. Unless you lifted them up.
     When Winna opened the door, she blinked in surprise, then chuckled as she realized what we had done. "Clever. Come in,
come in!"
Instead of going to some room, she led us outside into her well-sheltered back yard where six anxious women were waiting for us,
Becky and Tina among them.
     Naked.
     "We have to do this with only our bodies, you understand," Winna smiled as we froze. "And don't worry, Edgar. It's nothing we
haven't seen before." That got quite a few giggles from the group.
     "I should've known," I sighed, and began to strip. "C'mon, Desire, Roxy." Desire took her clothes off promtly and quite saucily
while Roxy was more jerky about it, embarrassed. When we were all clear, I said, "Okay, Desire, change back."
     Winna, who had stripped too, and the six women watched raptly as Desire grew and expanded back into her original form and
walked into the empty space in the middle, smiling at everyone.
     "My God," a brown-haired girl with D breasts whispered. "It really worked! I can't believe it!"
     "Told you, Debbie," Becky smirked.
     "Desire, become like Debbie," I called out, and the astounded girl watched as Desire became her twin, cupping her breasts
invitingly.
     "Holy shit," a short haired brunette exclaimed. "She really does work."
     "I certainly do," Desire said, startling them considerably even though they knew she could speak. "You all created me, and I
can do quite a lot." She licked her lips.
     "SHE'S going to be in HIS body?" the brunette exclaimed a little nervously.
     "Don't worry, we've done this before," I said, and I saw the sun was beginning to set. "Winna?" The leader nodded and I called
Desire to come to me. After changing her back and telling her the same thing as last night, we lay on the grass with the witches
surrounding us. They mumbled a bit, and I felt SOMETHING happening before the world did the familiar spin.
     When I opened my eyes, they were all staring at me in Desire's body. Slowly I stood, then sighed, "Third time's the charm,
ladies?"
     "He's really in her," Becky whispered. "Oh my God. I even saw his soul move in while Desire's mental patterns went the other
way."
     "Me too," Tina added, and all the rest nodded in shared amazement.
     Except Winna. She was frowning at the ground.
     "Winna?" I asked. "What's wrong?"
     "You were right, Edgar. Something did interfere, but it was after you inflated Desire that it happened. When you switched, I
felt the faint residue of a Necromantic spell." The others gasped and paled. "Those spells suck the soul and power of a person or
animal and feed those evil enough to use those enchantments. Somehow, someone cast a necromantic spell in your area and
Desire's complex nature reacted to its residue and affected your bond with her. The change appears permanent, but it will take
much time to see whether or not I'm right, much less guess the effects your soul in something that was never meant to have a soul
will have." She looked sad. "I am sorry for all of this, Edgar."
     I looked as deflated as an inflatable woman could get. "Guess I'll have to get used to it." Roxy stepped into the circle and
hugged me.
     "Don't worry, I still love you," she whispered, and I felt gladdened. With a little will, I became her double again.
     "At least we can have a lot of fun," I joked, and feeling very impulsive I inflated my breasts. There were a lot of gasps and
startled exclamations as my tits became bigger and rounder than they had ever seen. Roxy was blushing down to her nipples and
she had a vexed look on her face.
     "Edgar!!"
     I shrugged, making my huge orbs jiggle seductively. "Sorry. Maybe it's this body."
     "Sure," she replied, unconvinced.
     Debbie and the others walked up to us and goggled at their handiwork, poking and feeling the sensitive flesh until I was
panting.
     "Jesus," another red-head said, shaking her head in disbelief at my breasts, "what a pair."
     Becky remembered Desire in my true body and walked to it. "What about Desire?" she asked, lifting my body's head.
     Mistake.
     Desire opened her eyes and jerked straight up into a sitting position, bowling the startled Becky back with a scream and
catching our attention. Before any of us could react, Desire stumbled up and ran for the trees.
     "Oh shit!" I screamed, immediately running after my body while my tits, beginning to shrink, bounced crazily. Everyone was
copying my reactions, in more ways than one.
     Desire was almost at the trees when a shadowy figure stepped out of the bushes and threw something into Desire's, MY,
chest. She stopped cold, paused, and toppled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
     I felt something snap within me and I somehow knew with a sinking sensation that it was the link between Desire and me. The
others had stopped when the shadow had appeared but I ran straight for my body. Reaching it, I turned it over and saw the
dagger hilt embedded right above the heart. Blood welled from the cut.
     But I wasn't dead, Desire was, and now I was stuck in her inflatable body.
     Forever.
     I stood up, numb, and faced the shadow. "You son of a bitch," I growled with rising anger. The form stepped back a bit in
shock, surprised for some reason.
     "You should be dying, construct plaything," he said in a puzzled voice. "Your master is dead."
     "I hate to disappoint you, asshole, but her master is right HERE!" I screamed. "If you wanted to kill us both you picked the
wrong goddamned time to do it! Now, you've killed her and now I'm stuck in her body!" Furious, I advanced on the stunned figure.

     "That's impossible!" he sputtered. "This bunch of bitches couldn't manage transference that absurd or futile. Even we
necromancers could not do that."
     I grinned savagely. "Actually, it was a mistake. Someone cast a necromantic spell and the residue interacted with the bond, or
so I was told." I was five feet away now. "Why try anyway?"
     He was speechless for a moment as my comments registered on him, then he answered my question, albeit a little distractedly.
"Several groups thought they were overreaching themselves, but when they succeed somehow, they were jealous so they hired
me." He raised a hand. "And you should never get this close to a necromancer." A dark energy shot towards me and struck my
breasts. Scared the hell out of me, but all it did was tickle my tits. Scared me, but shocked him as I kept advancing.
     Meanwhile, something was building within myself, drawing energy from the air around me and the earth I stood on. I
remembered Desire telling me she would be able to defend herself and me, and this was an attack on my life all right. Whatever it
was, I couldn't control it and wind began swirling around me as a result.
     The necromancer had trouble believing I was resisting him, it never occurred to him to run until it was too late. Magically
charged winds roared towards him, spinning him like a dervish. I felt a coil of powerful energy bound in wind leap out from my
gaping mouth and plunged into his screaming one. Enchanted air kept roaring into him, an excellent gag, and his flat stomach
began to swell, eventually ripping his black clothes apart as his distended torso reached immense spherical dimensions. The flow
finally stopped and I collapsed with relief. My would-be assassin looked like a giant, pink beach ball.
     The others rushed to my side to see if I was okay. After I reassured them, we cautiously advanced on Desire's killer. Winna
was already there, bending so she could look into his terrified pop-eyes. "I see your soul affected Desire's defensive measures. It
was only meant to immobilize, not do this." She chuckled as she looked over his bloated form. "I like this better though."
     "I wish I could say I'm sorry I couldn't control it, but I can't," I said, glaring with hate at the man who had taken away any
chance of me ever becoming human again. I patted his tight round belly. "Anyone have a pin?" I asked, looking the helpless
assassin straight in the eyes.
     "Do you want to?" Roxy whispered, scared for me.
     I actually thought about it, then slumped, resigned. "No, I can't. I wish I could, but I can't." The tears started flowing then and
Roxy hugged me close as I sobbed on her shoulder, reaction to Desire's death, someone trying to kill me, and knowing I was
stuck, finally hitting me like a ton of bricks. Winna gently guided us towards the house as I cried.
     "What do we do with the scum ball, here?" Becky asked the others as they gathered around the immobile necromancer. "We
can't fit him through any doors and we can't hand him to the police, as if that would help any," she added.
     "I don't even know if we can undo this," Tina complained, not seeing the assassin's sudden fright. "Edgar's the only one who
could I would imagine since he did it, but he's going to harbour some deep hate for this guy for a long while. Even if he agreed to,
his subconscious might make things worse."
     "Hey, how about the alterationalists?" someone suggested.
     "Those nuts?"
     "Well, this is more their field of expertise," the other retorted. "I doubt WE can."
     Becky gazed bemused at the once dangerous assassin, now a human beach ball. "You have a point." She sighed. "Well, let's
roll him to the house and secure him. Don't want him being blown away with the next gust," she added wickedly.
     The big breasted Debbie lowered herself a bit and hefted her tits above the man's paralysed face. "And we 'bitches' can have
some fun before the nuts come to take the squirrel away," she said, slowly rubbing her breasts over the assassin's face.
     They all laughed as they rolled the resigned man away.

     A car with two people drove up beside the partly hidden vehicle a few miles away from Winna's house. They stopped beside it
and exited to
check around.
     "He hadn't left yet, so we might be in time," the lean man with closely cropped blonde hair mused.
     "What's so special about this thing we're after anyway?" the woman with him asked him, her shoulder length brown hair
brushing her shoulders. She had a trim, firm body under her tight black outfit, the twin to the male's clothes. Tight breasts that
didn't need a bra bulged her open top attractively. Her agate eyes looked inquiringly at him above her snub nose, completing an
innocent face she had fooled many a person with.
     "This group had worked on something for over a year to prove that they were a legitimate users of the Art." He peered into
the necromancer's car, but found nothing so he went on. "They were more successful than most thought they could do and made
a very advanced kind of construct."
     "Like I said: what's special about it?" she asked crossly. They didn't worry about the necromancer; both were protected from
that sort of magic.
     "It's a sex doll." He smiled at her disbelieving stare. "I know. Of all things, huh? Apparently, sex magics are their main
specialty. But this thing looks like a real person and can change it's shape. Very flexible. We were hired to get it so our employers
can study the thing." He grinned. "Maybe even try it out."
     "Sex doll," she muttered. "Christ."
     "Come on, let's go," her associate ordered and she silently followed him into the woods.

     Winna had wrapped a blanket around me as I put my head on Roxy's lap, my blonde girlfriend stroking my identically yellow
hair soothingly. We sat on a couch in a large, pleasant basement room that seemed to be the meeting place for Winna's group.
     Our hostess had left, but now she returned and the others followed her down, all wearing robes. Some sat on the carpet, but
most on the couches. Winna herself sat in a chair.
     She sighed. "Well, Becky?"
     "We have the... body wrapped up and I cast a preservation spell on it so it won't smell. It'll confuse time of death too. The jerk
we have hidden in that depression outside. The nuts said they'd come in the morning to take him away, even if they didn't quite
believe me." She smirked and the others chuckled.
     I sighed and picked myself off Roxy to sit by her. "This is just getting too weird."
     "Are you alright, Edgar?" she asked, concern in her eyes.
     "Yeah, I suppose. I'm still dealing with what happened, is all. Especially what I did to that asshole."
     "What did you feel?" Tina asked from beside Becky.
     "I think--I drew power from all around me and used it to inflate him." I actually chuckled. "That's a switch, hey? And slightly
tired from it too. But, Winna,"  I said, more than a little worried, "what will happen to this body now that Desire's dead?" Everyone
looked to Winna who had the most experience in these matters.
     "Desire's body was only meant for one owner, Edgar. As long as you were alive, she would exist. If you died, and the link to
your soul broken, then she would have slowly come apart. That's what happens with all constructs of this nature. However," she
regarded him carefully, "your soul is IN her body now and it's the soul that kept her together. It seems to be permanently attached
to Desire's body; not even the necromancer could pull it out! With your soul, Desire's body is more powerful now that you inhabit
it." She sighed. "I only wish I knew how this happened, but the chances of finding out now are slim to none."
     "I kinda thought so," I said, becoming resigned to my fate, and yawned. "I didn't think I could get tired. What keeps this body
going?" I asked the assembled.
     "Several things," Tina said clinically. "If you sleep, you absorb ambient magical energy, manna,  and store it. Also, if you fuck
someone you absorb the sexual energies, and this is more efficient than sleep. It's best if you swallow or they cum into you." She
frowned. "With your soul a part of the process, you should be able to store much more power now, maybe even manipulate it to a
degree."
     "So I'm a lean, mean, fucking machine," I joked, sighing as I leaned on Roxy's shoulder.
     "Hey," Debbie said, "we only make the best for our customers. If I could, I'd switch places with you in a minute. Desire's body
is hot!" She grinned at me and I actually felt a little better.
     "Poor Desire," Roxy sighed.
     "Are we going to skip the, uh, usual?" the second red-head, Heather I found out later, blushed, glancing in our direction. She
looked perky, and knew her breasts were the same from the nude session outside.
     "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 be keeping 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 that your body IS the ultimate sex object we could make it 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 with pleasure 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.
They were apt pupils; I could tell.
     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 vise. 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 little sapphic party. Just stay exactly 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 dolly 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, those breasts are a little overdone, don't you think?"
     I lazily stood up, and said, "As you wish." My breasts quickly 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 enticingly. 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 assume another physique?" 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 the trousers 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 woman knew 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 arousing 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 cum 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, licked my lips, smiled up at him.

     "Damn!!" he managed, gaping down at my wide, innocent-seeming blue eyes. "She's fucking incredible!" I mischievously licked
my lips again, this time letting my wet tongue do its own seductive dance.
     "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 was bonded to 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 much likes males anymore," Winna observed, the man wincing in pain as I squeezed him
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 the
center of 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. She did not
seem to be able to move on her own.
     The man gaped at the sight, caught between shock and tittilation.
     "I love your gun. Give it to me, now?" 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, regaining some movement.
     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 plan to 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, "I loved my body the way it was before..."  She didn't resist
when I got her to stand so her destroyed outfit could be taken off. Her immense 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-ela," 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 deep 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, but enjoyable.

     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 difficult for you, 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 already.
     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.
     "Fun??"
     "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 fourth 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 tend rly 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 person most 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 enough," 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 artists 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 latex 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. C-ya!" 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 buried 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, unless a high on sexual pheromones counted. 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 absurdly out of place in the strip club with his
no-nonsense demeanour and we became immediately wary.
     "Ladies," he said politely, nodding his head to take us all in, "Mr. Raymond would like to meet with you."  The three witches
with me paled a little upon hearing his name, Becky gulped nervously.
     "And exactly who is Mr. Raymond?" I asked him, wondering at my friend's reactions as they obviously knew this person.
     "My employer, and Master." He emphasized the master and I knew he was talking about magic. I was still in the dark, though,
and he noticed. Saying only "Your companions know of 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.  The crowd seemed to
melt away from us as we passed unhindered.
     I was still very puzzled. "Just WHO is this 'Mr. Raymond'??" I whispered.
     "Only about the richest and most powerful archmage around," Becky muttered. "I hear he likes to require the local arcane
squabblers to deal with their problems peacefully and can enforce it if necessary."
     "Oh." Suddenly, I felt a little afraid.  Perhaps I was picking up energy of a different kind.
     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 but no less formally dressed versions of himself. They, however, were looking at us appreciatively. Becky and Debbie
gave their keys to them -- not really having a choice -- and the five of us piled into the cavernous black vehicle.
     It was a nervous ride as Mr. Suit kept his pinch-faced silence and the others of us worried. Eventually, we headed into a
wealthy section of town and reached a walled track with an iron gate that opened automatically as the limo arrived. We drove a
ways into the estate before pulling up to the mansion where we stopped.
     When we got out we gaped a little at the huge granite building before we were directed in. The inside of the place was as
huge as a cathedral.  We walked for what seemed like an hour through one of its halls and eventually reached our destination and
entered the double-doored room.
     It was richly done, with dark shades of wood and fabric 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 wrapped in an
elegant black dress reenforced that impression. Her hazel eyes glared angrily at us four as she held a glass of what looked to be
champagne.  She did not stand still, but fidgeted around nervously.
     "Welcome," Mr. Raymond said politely. "I trust your trip wasn't too unpleasant?"
     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 melodious voice would have
been far nicer to hear without the unconcealed fury in each word.
     "Yes," the archmage affirmed, watching her carefully. She didn't see, or care; all her attention was on us four.
     "Which one is it?" she said abruptly.  I started to frown at that, becoming a little worried. More so when Raymond pointed at
me.
     "That one."
     The thin woman snarled, baring her teeth, "You fucking bimbo doll!" she spat out.  From somewhere in the folds of her dress
she whipped out a short knife that glowed black and evil.  Before I could move she threw it right straight at my bare midsection
where my jacket gaped open. I swore the thing seemed to claw 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, a now-harmless Damascus steel dagger.
     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, that unattached
necromancer, because I thought it only a fling. But you ALSO began following his advice and started learning in the black arts of
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,
my kin, fall into such absolute evil. You have not yet gone very far, but even using a borrowed cursed blade from one of his ilk
damns you!" The girl paled at his harsh words.
     "Even more," he continued, more heatedly showing his disgust, "you acted without thinking, and in magic that can be disastrous
if you do not know what you are dealing with."  He looked directly at me and said ominously,  "Even I am not fully certain in this
matter."
     I was trying my best to restrain my defensive powers, 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, almost as an aside, "and I appreciate your attempt to stop it on my
behalf.  But Catherine's a damn fool and so has brought whatever revenge you will exact 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 to yourself, now reap the rewards," was his only cold 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 bitchy remarks and then
for 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.  She remained stuck there like an insect' pinned to a board.
     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 the other 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 over her skinny frame, then
the fabric gave up and ripped apart, flying open because of the magical wind. Her hips widened out and her emaciated legs filled
into a more attractive shape. Her waist stayed tiny, though, giving her a new and exotic silhouette.  Catherine's once-thin face
now looked much better than before, high-boned but not so hollow-cheeked, 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 of wind 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 at the sight of her new form and I didn't blame him, even if she was his
granddaughter. "Peter," he said, and Mr. Suit stepped forward. "Take Catherine to her suite and make sure she doesn't do
anything rash."
     "At once, sir." Peter went over and carefully lifted the shocked young woman, who continued to make a keening sound. The
ballooned boobs were awkward, but he managed to get her out the doors.
      Mr. Raymond sighed as he watched her go.  "I must apologize for my granddaughter's erratic behaviour; she has been having
trouble in her life and hasn't dealt with it well at all." He eyed me with more than a passing interest. "Extremely interesting what
you did though, but less so than your very existence, Mr. Underwood." I jumped at hearing my real name; he nodded, smiling for
the first time. "Yes, I am aware of the tragedy that occurred to your physical manifestation. I like to be kept informed." Looking at
the others, who had been standing so mutely they seemed to have been turned into statues, he nodded. "Other than the accident, I
must congratulate you young women on your accomplishment. Even before his soul became stuck in this body, it must have been
something to behold. As for the general interest of the community in 'acquiring' your work," we all shifted nervously, "I have
decided to put an end to it. Your outstanding creation carries a soul now and is NOT to be thought of as merely property.
Certainly not thought of as helpless, either," he observed wryly, as we sighed in relief.
     "Thank you, Mr. Raymond," Becky said at last, 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 again.
     "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 of what looked like a script 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' parts--"
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 of the tape myself," she said with a grin.
     "Excellent." He was watching me finish the second screenplay.
     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 of my past life 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.
     "Ah, a very well thought-out name!"  Raymond said with a smile,  "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 for you to have an income.  Supporting actresses will get paid somewhat less, perhaps say three hundred
thousand each -- ah, let's say five instead." He chuckled openly now. "You will need it, Ms. Lovecraft, as you do not have any
kind of  job right now. If you wish, I can arrange for identification to be crafted in your new name as well and with a likeness of
your choosing."
     "Yuh-yuh-yes, thank you, Mr. Raymond!" I stammered.
     "No, thank YOU," he stressed the word.  Pressed a button on the wall, he summoned Mr. Suit, Peter, who soon entered the
room. "Could you return these fine ladies to their homes now?"
     "Certainly, sir." He bowed towards the door and motioned for us to follow him.
     As we left, Mr. Raymond said, "Oh, yes! Ms Lovecraft -- everything should be ready by tomorrow." At our surprised looks, he
chuckled. "I had a feeling you would be saying 'yes'. Good night, ladies." We left feeling more than a little stunned by our audience
with the powerful archmage.
     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, wearing a dental-floss 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 sotto voce, 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 appearing as the same redhead as when I had met Mr. Raymond but with
C-sized breasts and wearing a form-fitting, black Lycra swimsuit. I mock gaped at Debbie bouncing and moaning on a grinning
Robert, obviously amazed at my friend's much bigger breasts.  Quietly walking along the pool edge, I reached 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, Linda?"
     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 amplifying 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, 'Linda'?"
     "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 of the house!"
     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 seam 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 and 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.
     "AHHHHeee!!!" 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,
"CUT!  That was incredible, Ms. Lovecraft." He didn't stop playing 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."

     As the girls and me 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 platinum-hued 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, save me, I'm in heaven," the camera operator murmured. Becky suppressed a snicker.
     I spun around so all could see my tight buns and long 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 pearly-blue eyes looking up at him.
     I think this was the first time anyone ever 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 one vast gallery of an enormous
medieval castle from top to bottom. Or, more accurately, the arcane 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 female 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 so close to her.
     She struggled in her bonds angrily, making her tremendous tits bounce, and made muffled 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 have decided to add you to my little amusement drama instead of moving you to
an asylum." That puzzled her to no end, judging from the quizzical noises. "I'm relieving a fond fantasy of mine and those women
you met last night have been helping me realize it, along with you too in your new physique." The bound woman gurgled in anger
and shook her head but he went on. "The device attached into you is a rather interesting 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
Catherine 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, Catherine's eyes bulged as she saw my sex goddess/love doll form in my warrior getup.
"Hi,Catherine," 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. "Ready to 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.  A little writhing helped the effect.
     "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 Catherine 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. Secure 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
very edge of climactic release, but not over, and only I can let you rfeach orgasm." 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 Catherine 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. The sensation felt good
at first to be stimlated that way. 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
Catherine'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 Catherine'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 Catherine 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  Oh,
CUT, by the way."
     "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
Catherine, 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 Catherine. 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, Catherine 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 Catherine 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 thong bikinis
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 convenient. The documents should be ready by tomorrow afternoon."
     "That's okay," I said, smiling, "This form isn't really 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, holding back something... a smile?  I
blinked.
     "For what?" I asked, confused.
     "Oh, just say it's for making an rich old man feel young again.  Also, it's something I think you might find that you want." He
picked up a folder and, bowing, handed it to me like the envelope held the crown jewels of England.
     "Rich? Yes. Old? Maybe after another hundred years or so," I retorted with a snort, remembering his rather spry
performances with me earlier. I opened the folder as he chuckled. Frowning for a second, wondering what this all was all about, I
reached the picture and the ring of keys; my mouth dropped open. "A house?? You're giving me... a house???"
     He nodded, smiling openly, as the others hopped out of their places to look over my shoulder. "You can't go back to your old
apartment now, he's 'dead', remember.  I have owned that property for a while, it appealed to me in some way. I just never seem
to use it so I thought I might as well give it to you. It's good sized, in a nice neighbourhood, and in very good condition. It can be a
home, not just a house. 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, suddenly cautious.
     "Keep in touch, for one." He smiled. "You are a very special and unique individual, Ellen, who has adapted incredibly well to an
impossible situation -- I respect that. You have a long way still to come into your full power," he spoke more softly, "but I will
always enjoy having you as a friend."
     "I..." I was very touched by this. He was an archmage; richer and more powerful than most people ever dreamed of and yet
he respected my strength! I felt close to him, almost a kinship. We'd had sex, yes, but I didn't feel love or lust in a romantic sort of
way. Just... close. "Thank you, Kennith. So will I." I smiled at him and he smiled in return.
     "As to the second..." He sighed in frustration, his face suddenly looking weary. "It concerns Catherine. She used to be a sweet
girl, but the death of her parents -- my daughter -- crushed her spirit utterly.  When she came here I had little time for her, lost in
my own sorrow at the time.  I regret that. For my distance, my neglect, was likely the key reason she fell into such despondency
and bad company. Even so, despite of what she got herself into with you, I suspect there is a good chance of your being able to
guide her." He paused while I wondered what this had to do with... "I want you to keep her in the house with you."
     "Huh??" we all chorused in astonishment.
     "Your strength, your hope, can redeem her -- I know this is possible. 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 prepared. Do you agree to this condition?"
     I remembered the confusion on Catherine's face, remembered how out-of-place I felt after my body had been murdered.
There was a time for sorrow, but that was in the past.  I had moved on, moved forward. Maybe there was a chance I could help
his granddaughter. "All right," I said slowly but confidently. "I'll try."
     He favored me with an odd mixture of joy and relief. What a bizarre turn of events! I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "I just
hope Roxy understands."
     "Ah, she will," Becky said confidently. "I wouldn't worry."
     "OK," I said, my mind made up.
     "Excellent!" Ken smiled broadly now and as he stood, we followed his example. He snapped his fingers. "Oh yes, one more
thing! Your group has been recognized, ladies; congratulations. 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, and many avenues of the craft are barred from them.
They cannot sell magical items of their making. Becoming an Accepted group brings a good deal of status with one's peers as
well the the material gains." He watched the trio's cheering with amusement. "They deserve it. There are not many Accepted
covens, 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 to the housewarming because she was still huge enough to be 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 finally starting to tolerate her enlarged breasts -- the pair had of course been enjoying their immensity 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 in-between my legs. Not that I complained any too much...
     I had butterflies in my stomach the next day as I waited for the limo to pick me up. While I waited I reflected upon 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 passcode to the
house alarms by the friendly elderly chauffeur and told that  more instructions would be inside. I thanked him deeply and
wondered if having sex with me would kill him -- talk about dying happy!
     Ken was right, I realized, as I stood in the front yard, this big old house was 'made' for me somehow.  It was an ornate five
bedroom affair with three levels, I recalled, designed originally for a family in mind with a fenced backyard. It had been 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. There was a dusty smell in the air, along with a
faint hint of another aroma; flowery -- perfume?  I found an envelope hanging from the hallway's chandelier and found it was
from Ken. Inside were my identification and bank cards along with more keys for the two included... cars?! He must think cars
are not an option with gift homes, I considered bemusedly. Clothing for myself (he said in the note) I would have to purchase on
my own, unfortunately, but for Catherine he had sent some of her things as well as her favorite foods to last for a little while until
she was settled.
     In my amazement over the house and other gifts I had almost forgotten about her and the commitment I had made. She wasn't
upstairs; though I saw a bedroom perpared for her, nor was she anywhere on the main level, so that left the basement. I opened
the door walked down the steep stairs quickly so I didn't really notice anything until I was already at the bottom.
     "What... the... hell..." I said, shocked. An muffled shout snapped my eyes to the naked form of Catherine who was gagged
anew and standing upright. 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 rough, cold, wall behind her and murmured, "Catherine, your grandfather has a very, very bad sense of
humour." I got a disgusted, emphatic agreement in response.
     For the main basement area had been converted into some sort of arcane combination of 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, dark wood parquet that wouldn't be cold on the
feet.  Scattered at intervals were several large, removableoriental rugs.  On one side of the room was an entertainment center
with stereo and TV; someone was showing 'The Bride of Frankenstein' and it wasn't Catherine!  The couches looked normal but
there were some odd accessories such as spiky throw pillows along with 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. I'm your new guardian."
     "Pardon me???" she screeched and I winced.
     "I'm to keep you with me until you learn to behave more nicely," I said and she stared at me. "And stop trying to kill yourself --
or me. Hey, this wasn't my idea."
     "I do not believe this!!" Catherine shouted and yanked at her chains, which rattled melodramatically. "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 by her
outburst. "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!!
Unless there was no other way; no alternatives left..." 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..."
     "Fuck him and his cursed principles!  I'm his flesh and blood but he's a dead man," she ranted.  "Ow!" was her response to
another brisk slap.
     "Here you go again, sounding like the murderous bitch you were when I first ran into you.   At one point when we talked at his
mansion you actually sounded like you were a decent human being, beneath all your pain, and that's the only reason I said yes to
keeping you here." She snarled back at me; gutteral, animalistic noises.  " I can also try to get your breasts back to normal here," I
added with a sigh. "Are you hungry now?  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.  To be a freak?"
     "Scared, mostly, when I really think about it." I smiled wanly. "But I don't think about my past. I've had a busy week so I
haven't had much time to feel sorry for myself. I think the magic of this body is helping me adjust too 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??"
     "Going upstairs -- do you see a refrigerator anywhere in this chamber of horrors?"  She quieted down somewhat.  "Besides,
you don't want to go out, just yet!"     "Then HOW did I GET here??" she demanded, then went wide-eyed with a sudden
realization.  "That dream -- of being flattened like a pancake -- wasn't a dream?! Was it??  Damn him and his sorcery."  She was
starting to get upset again.
     I turned back with a sheepish expression. "Sorry, I guess you know what he can do, huh?   Even so, he did bring you back,
right?  Your grandfather's ways may be strange but he has never lost his love for you.  You just have to trust him, and me, until
you can see that clearly for yourself." I came over to free her from her bonds. "I don't think you'll try to 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??"
     "I think so; might as well try," I said, "those balloons won't make it 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 into the restaurant-quality kitchen and I helped her make something for herself.
I wasn't hungry or in need of water.
     I asked her what she would like to wear and got a sour look in response, "What would FIT?" she moaned through a forkfull of
her salad greens.  I blushed at my faux pas, realizing that most of her old clothes wouldn't fit anymore because I'd changed her
whole figure, her proportions, 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 for saying
that? I mean, you're about PERFECT now, great legs, hips, waist, buns, arms, face, and so on. You could be a movie star! 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,'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 abrupt change into my
sex goddess form.
     At her quizzical look, I said, "I feel more confident in this shape."  I stretched with a grin and she swallowed a little as she
watched me flex a body every bit as spectacular as she posessed now.  Curves that were not at all 'fat' on 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 pass 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 distressed alarm 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 to me, like someone had stuck a lightbulb inside of me and turned it on. 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?" Catherine 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 odd rumble too and wondered
what was happening to me now. We both found out when I squeezed my nipples desperately and jets of 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 bit rounder.
     "I hope you wake up soon," she muttered, looking down at my puffy face. Then she put a hand to 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 around. I looked up
and saw at least part of the why. Catherine was sleeping on me, looking worn out from something. I winced, realizing what must
have happened.
     "Oww..." I groaned as I shifted position and put a hand on my sore head, which woke up the lightly sleeping woman resting on
me.
     "You finally awake?" she sighed tiredly, her voice sounding dreamy and relaxed for the first since I had known her.
     "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.
     "Aagh -- 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 to," I said sheepishly. "What happened?" She told me the events following her deflation and I blinked.
"Milk??"
     "Yes, and when I accidentally swallowed it I was so horny I had to finger myself for an hour to get relief! It had some kind of
intense sex magic in it."
     "Milk??"
     "I'm glad I'm now a lot smaller in the chest, but let's do it slower next time 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, stroking them absently. "Do what you want."
     "Um, sure," I said and left the room after collecting my clothes. I found a large container, squeezed the remainder of the white
stuff into it, and put it into the fridge. Cathy, I got tired of calling her 'Catherine,' came upstairs in time to see me phoning
Debbie.
     "Who are you calling?"
     "We can't get permanent clothes for you yet, but something stretchy will work for now; 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. "Kind of kinky -- 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, her breasts bouncing
with each step.
     I sighed. "Great. Just great." This was going to take longer than I thought....

     Catherine waited upstairs 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." she said quietly.
     "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.  He can't move at all..."
     "An immobility spell?"  her friend asked.
     "Not quite -- he's puffed up like a beach ball!"  Catherine did not mention her own altered physique.
     "Where are you?"
     "I ... 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 quite myself right now, either," she reluctantly
admitted.
     "Fuck! I'm coming for you then."
     "No! Suzy, don't!" she pleaded.  "I'm...."
     "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. Don't worry about me, really. I just wanted to hear a friendly voice."
     "No prob. Later."
     Catherine hung up. She felt a little better now and drifed off  to sleep. She didn't know her friend had no intention of staying
away.

     Saturday, my housewarming party, came at last and people started arriving at noon. Cathy was sullenly skulking in her room
for the whole day. I didn't know how to breach that final barrier of hers, but decided to wait until tomorrow.
     Becky and Tina came first and marvelled at the house. They liked my wispy 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 Catherine.
     "Oh yeah," Tina said when I mentioned the milk, "I'd forgotten you could do that."
     "Thanks; but I didn't know.  Freaky -- first I got drunk, then wanted to fuck everything in sight.  Catherine was under the
influence, too."
     "Sorry, but the milk shouldn't make people super horny. I wonder why you reacted that way..."
     "Where's that milk?" Becky asked, grinning slyly. I showed her the container and she chuckled evilly. "Everyone likes to put
milk in Winna's tea and she'll be bringing some for later.  This could be fun..."
     "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 to look 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 was being prepared 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 I knew she 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 in disrobing,
her hands playing over her perspiring body. Winna was puzzled and a little concerned, but a small chuckle escaped from Becky
which raised her suspicions.
     "Becky?" The red-head started at Winna's dangerous tone. "Did you instigate this?" The trio were naked now and had fallen
into a group on the bed, 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.  Kinda fun, I thought..."
     "I see," Winna said, turning on a timid Tina. "It must have been in the tea, which I do not find amusing, so you must have
helped also, Tina. You two know I disapprove of this sort of prank, and especially with MY tea." Both girls gulped.
     "Let's use the belts on them," Debbie replied with an evil grin, and the duo truly looked horrified now.
     "Since you are so eager, you may join them, Debbie." Winna ignored the now 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 and the remainder of the women obeyed her.
     "What exactly do these belts do?" Winna asked me in an aside and I explained. Roxy seemed to become intrigued too and our
leader noticed. "Hmm... Perhaps we should initiate you two after all. Becky, Tina, and Debbie, you must put on the full belts.
Roxy and Ellen, you put on the partial ones. Perhaps you should become Roxy's twin again, Ellen, for what I'm planning to do."
     Nervously, we all complied as Winna took out one of the master units. We stood Becky and Tina against the walls, cuffed
them securely, then went into the room with the bondage boards. Roxy and I were placed onto  the double sized one and finally
Winna secured Debbie into 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 in her bonds as much as she could, unprepared for the vibrations. Her torso
writhed under the stimulation. "My G-God!" she gasped, and I knew what she was feeling -- it was a torment not to be able to
touch ourselves to get relief as the belts brought us to the edge of orgasm, but no further.
     "H-here we go again," Debbie moaned.

     Winna kept it up non-stop for at least an hour, I think; time became kind of blurred after the first few minutes. We weren't
very much aware of anything, other than the need to cum very, very badly. All five of us were still groaning and twisting in our
restraints when the recovered trio came into the room that held me, Roxy, and the devious Debbie. They eyed our helpless,
flushed and sweaty bodies with delight as we moaned with desire.
     "Seeing this scene was almost worth it," Alice giggled.
     "I want Ellen," Heather said with an impish smile.  "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 finally giving her release.
     It was another long love-filled night of abandon.  A fitting housewarming, in a way.

     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 been observing the group's actions with her clairvoyance spell for the last few hours and had finally had
enough tittillation. 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 recent actions downstairs had made her more excited by the thought of Ellen's touch
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.  She concentrated on settling into the correct rhythm, the erotic feedback
loop between her hand and her cunt.
     What really confused her was the excitement she had had when watching as Ellen, the human male turned love doll, turned
and moaned with ecstasy 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 done the same to her. It made her realize finallybecoming, painfully
aware, of how hollow her previous love for Robert had actually been.  His participation in their relationship was being fulfilled by a
twelve-inch piece of plastic.
     That alone didn't explain her current arousal as she plunged the fake dick into herself, groaning more often now. It probably
had to do with the fact that Ellen could be any woman, anyone's ideal sexual partner; she was becoming more powerful and adept
at her craft every day.
A lot of men and women would kill for someone like that, much less herself.
     Catherine reached up idly and tweaked one of her large nipples, sending a wave of sensation through herbody. What she was
really afraid of was getting used to these freakish breasts, more balloon than tit, but just as responsive as her original equipment
had been.
     Finally she reached a point where she stopped thinking about it and just kept fucking herself with her dildo.  Nothing else
mattered for the moment.

     "Ummm..." Roxy groaned then opened her eyes. She smiled sleepily when she found herself on her favorite mattress: me.
     "Good mor-ning," I said with a chuckle in my voice. We were laying on my normal bed after I had carried  the unconscious
Roxy upstairs following our hours-long torment/fun of last night.  At the time she had been utterly exhausted, now after a rest she
snaked her hands under me and pulled herself up to give me the most intense kiss I'd ever gotten from her.
     "God, what a night!" she said breathlessly when she broke away from 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 for spiking the tea, so I think we'd
better go down and see the aftermath. We can maybe play together again tonight," I said suggestively. Roxy 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 another wrangle 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. Leaving the bedroom, we saw a naked Alice in the kitchen humming happily, she greeted us with a sunny satisfied smile.
     "Have fun after we left?" I asked.
     "Yeah! Oh, most everyone is still asleep. I'm just getting something ready for Becky -- sort of a dessert for us, too" she said
impishly. We saw she had gathered a banana, honey, and a pressurized can of 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
for doing that trick to us last night." Roxy and I left Alice 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 sound asleep on
either side of her. Sue and Heather were arranged alongside the similarly spread-eagled Becky. Moving as silently as she could
and suppressing a snicker, Alice began to prepare her 'dessert'...

     Becky took a long time to wake up. First, with half-asleep detachments, she noticed something strange on her breasts, then
other sensations on her chest. But when something was stuffed into her pussy her eyes popped wide 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 swirls onto the
tops of her breasts!
     "What the...?" Becky demanded, still sleep fogged.
     Alice only smiled as she poured some chocolate syrup over Becky's cunt and clit. "We're hungry this morning. And guess
who's the main course?" She grinned as she put the syrup bottle to one side and started licking it off her body 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. "Yummy..." 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 about 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 before will fit her now." I thought
about the matter. "She doesn't hate me, I think, she's just a little angry for what she has to put up with now 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 reduce
her again, 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, Ellen, 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." I stretched slowly, catlike. "There IS a big jacuzzi in this place." She perked up at the suggestion. "How
about we ask Cathy to join us?" I continued.  That made her more dubious but she agreed after a few moments of thought. "You
get the bath ready and I'll get Catherine," I concluded.  We went off to our respective tasks.
      I knocked on her door, first changing into my more familiar red-head shape, and entered after she grumbled "Come in." I
paused when I entered, sniffing. I looked in surprise at the angrily blushing Cathy, who realized I had recognized the scent of
female 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 in surprise.
     "Smaller?!?" she gaped.
     "The second person I inflated was trying to attack and steal me thinking I was only the doll Desire. It was my first conscious
attempt at controlling my powers so she got kinda big before I got the hang of it. Three feet big." Cathy stared at me, slack-jawed.
"Her name's Pam and she's still stuck down in Winna's basement since she cannot even fit through a door. She doesn't take it
personally; after all she WAS aiming a gun to my head. So she's become friends with the group and I hope to shrink her back too.
Later..." I waved her in and she numbly obeyed.
     The swirling hot water felt heavenly and I sank in gratefully, thankful I had enough water in me to prevent me from floating to
the surface. But Cathy could only go in so far before her huge breasts started floating upwards, which provoke a look of
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.  "Couldn't hut to try, I thought."
     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
turned 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.
     "Robert."
     "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 for him?"
     "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," Roxy concluded with another appreciative glance.
     "Getting her to believe it is the hard part," I murmured as the topic of our discussion glared at me angrily. "Lighten up, Cathy!"
I grinned with sudden inspiration 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 took on a slightly plastic sheen. I let my arms and legs spread out in inflatable doll fashion and
pushed myself over to the staring Cathy. "What? Never play with a rubber ducky in the bathroom before?"
     "You're crazy," she said, then was even more startled when I shrank to a height of three feet while changing 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-babe-me to be very
funny.
     "Have some fun, girl -- ask this 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 out of her shell of self-pity.
     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, startled.
     "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 round and 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 immediate relief.
     "You're heavier now," she commented.
     "Swallowed some water to look more realistic. Next request?"
     "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?" She said.
     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 pixie face," she giggled, as she whispered to Cathy
who, to her surprise, smiled too.
     "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 conspriatorially.
     "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 inward, 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 with a gasp, 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 down 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 from being a man?" 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 pretty much like Edgar, only more
so in a strange way, and she cares for people a little more than Edgar used too. More sexually confident as well. Even when she's
not in this damn sexy body I want her, no matter which form."
     Cathy looked subdued, reflecting on her own life. "I wish I could say the same with Robert, but I can't." She looked away at
one of the room's tiled walls. "Our sex was infrequent and always too brief -- he never laughed with me -- never did anything that
said he really appreciated my company. He didn't like the way I looked even then, and I was quite thin before meeting him
because I didn't eat much after my parents' death. He didn't seem to care about me at all -- I think he just wanted my
grandfather's money." She started softly sobbing 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?"  Cathy said, a leading question for my creative girlfriend.
     "Hmmm...." Roxy parted my tiny legs and started slowly licking me, very gently. 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 up 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 back 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.

     Events that night, however, took an ugly turn.
     After dark, a 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 held two sleeping women, but neither was the one it
wanted. A few more rooms brought it to the one it had been searching for. 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.  She had changed so much.
     "Wha...?" Cathy said, then blinked as she saw long black hair framing a familiar blackened face. "Angela!" she hissed,
shocked and embarrassed that her friend was seeing her like this. She was getting used to the fuller body, encouraged by Ellen
and Roxy's compliments, but the oversized breasts were still freakish. "I told you not to come!" she whispered angrily.
     "You sounded like you were really 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 with a tire pump!"
     "They were bigger," Cathy murmured, thinking happily that even her best friend thought her new body looked better. Angela
blinked. "Someone's helping me fix that." She saw the gun her friend held and her eyes widened in panic. "Don't use a weapon on
her or try to kill her or you'll wind up like me -- or worse!"
     "On who?" Angela said, puzzled.
     "On me," I said, grimly, from the doorway and stepped into the room. I'd woken up a few minutes earlier, feeling something
was wrong, and had seen a figure slip by the open doorway. The hushed voices from Cathy's room prompted my arrival. "Who
are you and what are you doing here?"
     The slender woman spun on her heels and waved a glittering crystal pendant towards me. It flashed and suddenly I found I
couldn't move an inch! Fuck!
     "What?" gasped Cathy, looking at my immobilized form. "She's frozen!"
     "Holding spell I got. Expensive, but handy and non-lethal. Thanks for the warning," Angela said with a grin. Walking up to me
she looked at my rigid figure more closely and whistled. "This one's quite a looker. Who is she?"
     "My girlfriend, bitch!" Roxy screamed and leaped into the room. She had followed quietly behind me, but my unexpected
capture must've frightened her into action. She reached the black-clad woman in a flash, striking out swiftly to the diaphragm with
her flattened fingers.
     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 'chuff' sound and Roxy suddenly doubled over, face turning white with pain. Angela stepped away
calmly and raised 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 else had caught her attention.
     Me.
     I  had gained a red aura of fury over the callous disregard of Roxy's shooting. It outlined my stiff body as astral energy flowed
into me.  My defiant scream of sheer rage shattered the spell holding me captive and I looked over slowly at the amazed Angela
with glowing blue eyes. No wind surrounded me yet, but magical energy from air and earth came to my bidding. I didn't want to
do anything lethal to her, if I could help it, 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. Now it was her body that was transfixed in place,
bound by forces beyond her knowledge. She screamed for a moment as energy crackled over her lithe form, then stopped,
panting, when it stopped without apparent effect.
     During this, I rushed over to the crumpled form of 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 terrified Cathy.
     "Looks like what you wanted, didn't work," Angela crowed, "I guess those protection spells 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 when
Catherine chains you downstairs and at that time you will inflate your bust to twice the diameter of hers. If you ever leave this
house, you will continue to inflate until you can not move your arms or legs." This was not a threat, just a clear statement of fact. I
turned my attentions to Roxy.
     "Yeah right," Angela said, a little uncertain.
     "I don't think she's lying," Cathy told her cautiously.
     "Bull..." she began to say, but stopped when she suddenly inhaled and the front of her black shirt pushed out a bit and did not
recede. Angela paled after she closed her mouth again, feeling her new size. "No way," she gasped. "This can't be happening!"
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!  You heard the spell!"
     Angela had been a B-cup and hadn't worn a bra fortunately, for her C-cup had suddenly turned into a D-cup when she
involuntarily inhaled again. She hesitated, but let Cathy guide her downstairs 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, straining the tight-fitting garment.
Cathy's breasts remained at two feet in diameter so twice that meant Angela wouldn't stop until she had reached 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 her
friend's 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 who sagged forward from the weight of her
expanded chest.
     "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."

     Back upstairs, I cradled my girlfriend's head in my lap."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 was needed! I strained myself trying to get my body to do something, anything! to save her. For some fucking reason all I
ended up with was milk filling my breasts. Oh hell, I thought despondently, I can try to use it.
     I fought back tears as I suggested to Roxy, "Try to suck my breasts Roxy? You never did when I had milk in them."
     She laughed, and spasmed a little, bringing up flecks of blood. "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 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 could feel she was getting weaker.
     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.  Time
passed.
     "Ellen?" she said gently, evenly.
     "W-what?"
     "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 messy. I ca-can't see the wound."
     "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 in the pool of blood 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 growing in her eyes.
     "It has to be... but how..." I gaped as Roxy, without any obvious pain, sat up and smiled at me. "B-b-but..." I stammered as she
wiped away the rest of 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 then 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 a living 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 now unharmed Roxy. "How did you--? Oh, so you healed her now? 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 your friends, am I?"
     Angela looked at me with renewed surprise. "So you're the one who did Robert? Great, I can thank you then."
     "Angela!" Cathy cried, shocked at the disgust in Angela's voice at hearing Robert's name.
     "Catherine, the guy was scum! Trust me, I know what scum looks like. I didn't tell you before because you were so hung up
on him -- you would have hated me -- I didn't want that." She looked plaintively at Cathy. "I can't afford to lose good friends like
you." Then with more control she looked at me. "Why IS she here?"
     I tried to explain. "After Cathy 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 her normal proportions."
     "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 still; you won't have any until I choose to give it to you."
     "And how the HELL did you do that?" she demanded and I had to explain most of my previous history to her, particularly my
newfound abilities. "Sounds like a damn tough and pretty body for a guy," she commented. "Damn shame."
     "Pardon?" I said.
     "Angela is a lesbian; it's one of the reasons she protects me so much." Cathy said with a blush. "I like that body of yours too,
Ellen, but so does everyone else and Roxy loves you anyway you are.   It was fun last night, but for me, I mostly like men to have
sex with."
     "I wonder what you'd call a love doll who likes women and sometimes men?" my revivified love said mischievously.
     "Horny," I said, deadpan. Both Cathy and Roxy giggled.
     "Pardon me, but could you let me go now?" Angela demanded.
     I looked at Roxy, then I looked at Cathy, who shook her head. They seemed to agree with my thought: "No."
     "What?!?"
     "You break into MY house, armed, I DON'T think Cathy asked you to come either, freeze me in my tracks 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. So, some form of punishment
is called for here before we can let you go."
     "Hey, wait a..."  Angela protested.
     "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 out 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, so huge she
was 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 cutting the rest of her ruined clothes off. I slipped one 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 plunged 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, while Roxy cinched up the cuffs. "This is a remote for that pleasure belt I put on you. The belt is mostly a vibrator, but it can
sense your reaction and will not allow you to orgasm. Though you'll want to of course; after a while you won't think of anything
else. Have fun," I said cheerfully, switching it on. She jumped and twisted when it started stimulating her body..
     "Ohh...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 caused hurt to me and Roxy," I replied, waving as we filed out.
"Think how long that might be, Angela." We closed the door to her plaintive cry.
     "Waaaiiittt!!!"  Click.  The dungeon was of course well-muffled.

     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, taking my sweet time, and finally started sucking her
dripping pussy.
     I then got a wicked idea as she climbed towards her long-awaited 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 instantly 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 to normal. I straddled her waist as she recovered her breath
and composure.
     "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 quickly 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 that 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 flushed
face, I whispered, "I can even make milk in them too." I squeezed a nipple and drops of milk dribbled 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 feeling 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 then and
granted her control over her new ability. She smiled when I did and I had no doubt she would use it to her advantage.
     I also shrank Cathy again that day, another half-foot but there was less volume so I didn't pass out this time. It still aroused her
when I absorbed the magical air and made more of that passion milk, but I was more coherent and controlled this time. However,
Roxy and I had some fun with the stuff afterward.
     More pleasing to hear, Cathy asked if I could start doing Pam before doing more with her. "A foot and a half is manageable,
but three's impossible," she explained. I worked all the next week and a half on getting the overjoyed Pam smaller, so she could
finally leave the basement. Soon both could wear normal shirts again. Cathy's breasts came down to C but no smaller; she agreed
they looked good that size.  After ordering new clothing for her so she could walk outside again  she didn't miss the admiring looks
the men gave her as she became more confident and happy with herself. When she and I at last returned to her grandfather's
estate the change in her attittude was apparent; Ken was most happy with her -- and me, for helping her see the light. Then he
asked me what I wanted to do now.
     "I'm not sure," I replied, "Become more comfortable and settled in first, I suppose. Maybe have some fun  with the coven for a
few months as I learn more of what I can do. Then... I don't know, Kennith. I could be or do a lot of things." He nodded,
understanding.
     "Very well. I may have a few ideas to offer you when you're ready.  Opportunities, you might say."
     I thanked him gratefully and went home to Roxy, who had finally moved in with me.  She did not object at all when I brought
out the handcuffs this time.

The End??