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Michael put his desktop to sleep and stood up stretching his arms and legs in the process. He groaned slightly suppressing a yawn and let his hands rub his pudgy belly. Glancing out the window he saw that it was dark already, he had been coding for twelve straight hours. Once he would have been disheartened to see that the sun had gone down already, but it now it was just the way things were. They let him work remotely, coding can really be done from anywhere. When he landed the job five years ago he thought that working from home would be pretty awesome, but he found he had lost the boundary between work and his own life.

He wandered out of his little office. It was just a second bedroom with a desk and a computer, something he had set up to try and re-establish that lost boundary. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time, got distracted noticing he had an email from his manager. His manager knew to email Mike, calling would just go to voicemail. The email said he was doing great work, but the deadline had been moved up to Tuesday. That would mean more late nights, even later than usual. He put the phone back in his pocket reflecting on the pointlessness of having a cell phone when he so rarely left his tiny apartment. After making his way to the kitchen he pulled the phone out again realizing that he had never checked the time as he originally intended. It was 11:34 pm, and it was Friday, that would give him plenty of time to finish up before the deadline. He really was good at his job, that wasn’t just his manager blowing smoke up his ass.

It didn’t even register that a young bachelor might want to go out on a Friday night and try and meet people. He had tried socializing in school but he had real anxiety problems. When he met someone new he always wanted to get a feel for them before engaging in meaningful conversation. He was painfully self conscious, his weight was a factor in that, but the real problem was that he was terrified of saying the wrong thing. When he was growing up anything he said to his father, or within earshot for that matter, was the wrong thing. Any misplaced word could bring on his father’s ire with no rhyme or reason, so he learned to be very careful of what he said. Ironically he was very good at reading people, it had been a necessary skill to learn in order to survive, but it was very difficult to engage people in meaningful conversation without first knowing what to say. It was a catch-22, can’t get to know people without talking to them and can’t talk to people without first knowing them.

He pulled open the freezer and surveyed his stockpile. It was getting low. He hadn’t actually left the apartment for several weeks now, not since the last trip to the grocery store to buy a month’s worth of frozen and non-perishable foods. He poked through the remaining meals finding nothing inspiring and decided to order in some Chinese. He detested talking on the phone so his options were limited to delivery restaurants which let you order online, luckily it was the twenty first century so this was a lot easier than it used to be.

He flopped down on the couch, flipped on the television, propped his feet up on the cluttered coffee table and pulled his laptop onto his lap. He had several places bookmarked and selected Hop Foo, they had the best dumplings. He ordered the general tso’s chicken, pork fried rice and a side of the aforementioned dumplings, entering the credit card number from memory and adding a generous tip. In Mike’s opinion, anyone who delivered food to your house deserved a generous tip. He flipped through the channels for a few minutes before settling on some re-runs, mostly for background noise, and heaved himself off the couch. If someone was coming by he should make himself presentable, which is to say put some pants on. Every once in a while he would forget to do this and embarrass himself and the poor delivery man. He would then avoid ordering from that place for a while, but the turnover rate in delivery personnel was pretty high. It wasn’t exactly a desirable career choice.

He pulled on some jeans and took a peek in the mirror. He kept his hair buzzed short, all a uniform length. It was a simple cut that he could maintain himself. Sitting in a stylists chair, being captive and expected to perform small talk while a stranger cut his hair, necessitating them touching him was a special kind of torture. They always wanted to know what style to cut it, Mike had trouble even answering this simple question. A good pair of clippers was all he needed to avoid this whole interaction. Now if only they could devise a food delivery system which didn’t involve interacting with the delivery person he would be all set. Some places had an option for special delivery instructions. He had considered entering in “Knock, set the food on the floor outside the door and leave.” but doing so would be too much like admitting that he had become a recluse.

His beard was trimmed short to match the length of his hair, necessitating only one grooming operation for both. His thick horn rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his large nose. His mouth turned down in an unfortunate case of “bitchface” his neutral expression resembled that of one who had recently been sucking on a lemon. He didn’t mean to look like a grouch, but those were the cards he was dealt. He sprayed on a little deodorant and headed back to the living room.

The knock came at the door before he had time to sit back down. His stomach clenched and his heart sped up a bit at the impending social interaction. He took a deep breath visualizing the calm cool air filling his lungs all the way to his navel as he pulled his diaphragm down as far as it would go, then pictured the tension leaving him in waves as he exhaled again. He repeated the tiny meditation as he approached the door. He opened the door to find a cute girl holding a bag of Chinese food.

“H-hi..” he stammered. Most girls were cute in his estimation, but some even more so than others. This girl was a knock out. She had her hair done up in punk style pigtails with different streaks of color. She wore thick black glasses, not unlike his own, but she made them look good. She had a sleeve of tattoos down her left arm, the one clutching the bag. He wanted to tell her she looked good, but feared that he would come off as a creep. He somehow thought that any word of kindness to a pretty girl from an unattractive guy would be taken the wrong way.

“Hey” she said sounding bored “you order the general tso’s, dumplings and fried rice.”

“Yes. Thank you.” he replied. A million different words all swirled around his head jockeying to come out. “Nice Hello Kitty tattoo.” he said cautiously.

“Yeah.” she said barely acknowledging that he spoke. “Sign the top copy, bottom copy is yours.” She held out a slip of paper and a pen. He took the pen and scrawled an illegible mark across the paper, not like anyone cared what a signature looked like. He handed the receipt back to her wordlessly.

“Enjoy.” she said, not pausing for a response before she started to turn to walk away.

“You too.” he said mentally kicking himself before the words were out of his mouth. She didn’t care she was long gone.

He closed the door and turned quietly back to his apartment. He set the food on the coffee table and flopped back down on the couch. He vaguely watched reruns of Family Guy as he made his way through the food. He enjoyed the savory flavors, and wolfed it down quickly, and was soon filled with regret at another high calorie meal that he knew would stick to his midsection. He did his best to ignore that fact as he finished up. What did it matter anyway?

Pushing the empty containers out of the way he put his feet back up on the coffee table and grabbed his laptop again. He surfed the net not really paying attention to the TV. Ending up on amazon at one point he discovered that he could buy oatmeal and other boxed foods online, even set up a subscription. That would cut down on the amount of time he had to spend in the store. He was pretty pleased with that before he made his way over to some porn sites. He was getting ready for his nightly ritual of jerking off and falling asleep.

Finding a suitably arousing video on a youtube rip-off porn site he pulled his pants back of and set to cranking one out. He had a pretty average sized dick, not that it mattered much if no girl was going to see it, much less fuck him. He stroked it first slowly then more vigorously. He pushed himself to the point of no return and came quickly. Overall the experience was pretty perfunctory, just a quick release with nothing remarkable. There’s only so much a guy could do on his own.

Just as he was closing out the video he noticed an ad. There were dozens of them all over the place, but this one stuck out to him reading “Best Orgasm of Your Life” and picturing a simple egg shaped ball of silicon.. He took a risk and clicked on it, expecting a dozen pop-ups and for his anti-virus software to freak out on him. Instead he landed on a crisp product page featuring a simple sales pitch: “The Pleasure Orb will give you the best orgasm of your life guaranteed.” It showed a larger picture of the simple white ball along with a cut away revealing that there was a small slit in the bottom of the sphere and the inside was filled with nubby little tendrils. Below that the prices was listed: $5.00. Not a lot to lose trying that out he figured, and ordered one. He went through and entered his credit card number and information, completed the transaction and was greeted with a final note “Thank you for Shopping at Karmic Curios” which he ignored.

The next day while he coded away he heard a sharp knock at the door. Peeling himself away from the computer he went to the door. Looking through the peephole he saw an empty hallway. He opened the door a crack and found a package sitting on the floor. It was a cardboard cube about a foot tall. He picked it up and noted the simple delivery label bearing only his name and address. It was oddly heavy. There was no return address or even the usual barcodes which adorned packages these days. He mentally wrote off the deficiency assuming the delivery company was moving toward an RFID tracking system instead of the barcodes. He set the package on the counter reflecting how quickly it was delivered and went back to coding, but the elegantly simple packaging and the thought of what it contained played around in his head as he worked. Could an admittedly cheap toy really be that amazing? Anything different regarding his sexuality was good by default he figured. Even if it sucked it will still be something new. Not like he was going to get with a woman anytime soon.

Even with the advanced deadline he was ahead of schedule and decided to knock off early and check out the new toy. If it was a bust he could always just come back and work more. Oh the joys of working from home.

He carefully sliced the tape holding the box closed and pulled back the lid. He looked down inside, there was a slightly translucent white sphere apparently floating in the middle of the box not touching any of the sides. Impressed with the presentation, he reached down inside and grabbed the orb. It writhed beneath his fingers as he lifted it. Once it was free of the box he could see that it had been resting on a ridged shaft. Pulling it free over the ridges, in a kind of reverse sword in the stone, must be what caused the writhing sensation. It was about six inches in diameter, small enough that he could grasp it one hand. The material was soft and pliant, but firm too, not unlike real flesh. He turned it over in his hands. There was a small ridge where the slit was. It was discreet, if you weren't looking for it you wouldn't find it. As he turned it in his hands he thought it felt alive in his hands, like it migh bite, but when he held it still to examine the sensation it seemed complete inert. It was like repeatedly just catching motion in the corner of his eye, but never seeing anything actually move. He gave it a slight squeeze to open the slit and saw the hundreds of little tendrils inside. It was slightly disconcerting. He was going to stick his dick in there. The conflicting feelings caused him some excitement.

He made his way to the bedroom, stripped down and layed on the bed with the orb close at hand. He was already rock hard in anticipation. He positioned the slit just above the head of his cock and brought it down sliding inside as he went. The sensation was intense. The muted writhing feeling he had felt holding it was back tenfold. If he didn't know better he would have sworn the thing was alive, but he reasoned that it was just an effect of the tiny little tenticles moving and sliding across and around each other when they were externally stimulated. Indeed the little tenticles moved and slid across his member exciting every square millimeter of his dick at once. He bottomed out in the sphere before it reached the base, but he pulled down a little more and it stretched and elongated finally meeting his body and giving him the feeing of driving his dick home as it was fully engulfed.

He moved it up and down the length of his member and just enjoyed the sensation, not rushing to get to the finish line, as he usually did on his own, but it felt so good it didn't seem like that was going to take that long either. The tendrils flicked the tip of his dick lightly and they worked their way under the ridge of his head. They seemed to grip and pull as they wrapped around his shaft. Some even slipped out of the slit and tickled his balls pleasantly as he moved the orb up and down with both hands.

His heart raced, not from exertion but from pure pleasure as he worked himself. He found himself slowing down and speeding up doing everything he could to prolong the pleasure and draw it out more. Instead of diving into that part of his mind he was bracing against it, doing everything he could just to keep it going.

Finally he blew his load, no longer able to hold out. As advertised it was the best orgasm of his life. Wave after wave of pleasure shot from his nether regions and down the length of his penis and back. He felt like he must have pumped a gallon of cum into the thing. He laid back breathing heavily as the last aftershocks of orgasm dissipated. He had no feeling for how long that took, whether it was a minute or an hour. Each breath, each heart beat, moved him just enough that his now post orgasmic overly sensitive penis seemed to pick up the sensation of the orb still moving and working on him. He looked down and saw that the tool was not round anymore, instead it seemed to be more closely moulded to the shape of his dick. He thought he must have squeezed it too hard and wondered if it would regain it's shape. Either way he was happy. It was well worth the five bucks he spent on it. For that kind of orgasm he'd buy a new one every day if he had to.

He stared at the ceiling basking in the afterglow of his jerk off session enjoying the continued tickling sensations the orb provided. He stretched and felt that the little tentacles seemed to have slipped out and somehow been tangled around his balls. When he moved he felt the pleasant little tug on his testicles. He stretched further enjoying the reactions to his every movement. There even seemed to be some pressure around the base of dick where some of the cum must have seeped out and was starting to dry. He didn't care at all. He dozed off.

He woke up in a darkened bedroom after the sun had set, and he was ravishingly hungry. Transcendant orgrasms must take a lot out of a guy. He rolled onto his side reaching for the bedside lamp intending to get cleaned up and order some food. The sensation between his legs was decidedly odd. He felt his a shaft pressing against his legs as if he still had an erection. , but didn't feel quite right. It was somehow more sensitive, but also muted. He panicked thinking his penis was going numb and worried what damage he may have done leaving it in the toy so long. He flicked on the light and sat up looking down at his junk. He saw the translucent silicone shaft. It seemed to have molded to every contour of his erect member. What had made it so tight? The tentacles that had beens sticking out of the bottom appeared to be gone. The white shaft met his body with a smooth seam.

He reached down to pull the silicone off and assess the damage. As he pulled he felt a strange tugging deep inside him and panicked further. He yanked hard wanting nothing but to be rid of of the damn thing. There was a quick but sharp pain that wasn't where it should have been and the translucent shaft was free. He held it in front of him, an exact replica of his erect penis and testicles, but with a mass of writhing tentacles stuck to the base. There was no illusion now, the mass of tendrils were definitely moving of their own accord. They reacted to being out in the open and retreated into the base of the cock and balls in a small slit. He was left holding what looked like nothing more than a dildo, if a very detailed dildo. Thoughts of temperature sensitive self forming silicone started to form in his brain, but he looked back down to find that his dick was gone entirely and new waves of panic and terror washed over him before he could get a coherent idea together.

The shaft in his hand hadn't moulded itself to his penis. It was his penis. He pressed the base of the dildo in his hand against his body futilely trying to reattach his member. Somewhere in the haze of fear the phase "detachable penis" floated through his mind and he nearly laughed out loud. As he desperately tried to put his junk back on he realized he could still feel his hand gripping his shaft and it didn't feel half bad as he manipulated it. His penis came off but it could still feel, and it felt good if slightly distant.

There was something else, something new. He felt a different kind of pleasure building from the spot on his groin where his penis used to hang. He pulled away the dildo and looked down to see that he wasn't just a sexless Ken doll. Thre was a vagina, and he had just been rubbing his clitoris with what used to be his penis. The rest of his body was the same old body he had the day before, the only thing that had changed was this one little thing, the biggest thing. He reached down and cupped his vulva. The change to the soft lips and folds easily hidden under the curve of his hand was emasculating, but on a deeper level it was thrilling. Although Mike had little first hand experience with women he had done plenty of research. He knew what he was looking for and where to find it.

He rubbed the little nub peeking out from the new folds nestled in his pubic region. Electric shocks of pleasure shot up his body when his finger made a direct connection with his clitoris. This sensation, just brushing his new clit, was more intense than the whole male orgasm he had just a short while ago. That orgasm had been concentrated to his genetalia. His clit seemed to be connected to every nerve in his body. It was too much. He backed off a little from direct stimulation and started rubbing the little clitoral shaft and hood just north of the nub itself. A feeling of warmth immediately began to spread from where his fingers worked and up through his belly and down through his legs. He was far too distracted to notice, but his skin in this region started to soften in color and texture.

As the pleasure built up in his reconfigured loins thoughts about the the broader implications of his situation were pushed from his mind as he reveled in the new found pleasure. He felt himself getting wet as the new sensations of female pleasure and orgasm started to build inside him. He slipped a finger inside his moistening pussy and felt the inside of his new found vagina. It was good, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, needed more. He was oblivious as his pelvic bone began to expand pushing out the width of his hips.

He remembered his penis now laying next to him on the bed. He snatched it up and positioned the now silicoln head just at the entrance of his snatch. He hesitated for a moment and nearly considered the bizzare situation he found himself in, but was quickly over come with a new wave of horniness. He plundged his former penis into his vagina. The compounded feelings were incredible. He could feel both the sensations of his vagina being fucked and the simultaneous sensation of his dick buried deep in a pussy. He flexed his kegel muscles and felt the double feed back of squeezing and being squeezed. His legs were slowly becoming curvier and smooth and his waist was contracting. The changes started to spread up his arms from the tips of his fingers. His hands shrinking as his fingers became more slender.

He thrust his cock in and out of his box with one hand, rubbed his clit with the other and bucked his now feminine hips in response. The familiar but different tension of orgasm was building up in his loins. Instead of feeling a shallow but urgent release building, the feeling was deep inside and somehow it was simultaneously reluctant and relentless. The changes reached his now petite feet on one end while they were simultaneously shrinking his torso, narrowing his shoulders and slimming his rib cage. The changes made it up past his elbows, the hair on his forearm gone. His dainty fingers worked his snatch deftly.

He he moved his fingers, now capped with long fingernails down the clitoral shaft and made their way under his hood moving back to applying direct pressure to his clit. It was just as intense now but the intensity was appropriate and the feelings channeled into the growing orgasm waiting to happen instead of being jarring and lost on their own. He finally began to notice the changes to the rest of his body as his nipples expanded and the flesh on his chest grew into soft mounds which shifted around as he bucked his hips arching his back rhythmically. Although he noticed his C-cup breasts now bouncing on his chest he did little more than register the fact, being too engaged fucking himself to even be surprised.

The orgasm wracked his body engaging every fiber of his being. He cried out in ecstasy, just after his vocal chords shrank, letting out a high pitched moan. His brain was blasted with overwhelming pleasure. The changes enveloped his head, his beard shrinking away to reveal the soft plump lips of a woman, his nose turning up ever so slightly, and his hair cascaded from his head covering the pillow.

Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through his body. Starting at his vagina and rolling down his legs curling his toes. They rolled up through his torso electrifying his erect nipples. They rolled down his arms causing his hands to flex further stimulating himself and starting the cycle over again. They rolled up his torso and through his neck and head as he cried out in unfathomable pleasure. The rolled through his mind and release any traces of fear or concern that were lingering there. This made his last orgasm as a man seem like little more than a sneeze.

He collapsed back onto the bed releasing the arch from his back. He pulled his penis out of his vagina producing a sense of emptiness, and set it on the nightstand for lack of options. He lay completely exhausted. Exhausted and confused. He had no idea what was going on but he liked it. He was ravishingly hungry.

Slowly gathering his thoughts he swung his legs over the side of the bed the drop to the floor was a little farther than before. What just happened? He grabbed his glasses off the nightstand and slipped them on. Oddly his vision was more distorted with them on, turns out whatever change this was he now had perfect vision again. Small wonders. He stood up and sensed that his center of gravity was different. His breasts shifted as he moved. The sensation was bizarre as it was arousing. This was impossible. People don't spontaneously change gender.

He stood considering his reflection in the mirror hanging on the closet door. By all accounts he was a stunningly beautiful woman. He appeared to be a petite brunette, maybe five feet tall, with large perky breasts, wide hips and a narrow waist. He was hot, his now feminine body was positively dripping with sexuality. He cupped his breasts still amazed that the reflection in the mirror moved with him, that he was in fact this woman. His breasts filled his hands and then some. He wasn't at all familiar with the details of bra sizing, but he figured these had to at least be a D cup. He took a couple steps closer to get a better look at his face and was surprised to see how much his gait had changed, swaying hips and quieter shoulder movement, and how naturally it seemed to come to him. His skin was flawless with what seemed to be a hint of perpetual blush in the cheeks. He rubbed them and found no indication of make up. His eyes were the same blue that he had before, but his lashes were long and dark. His jaw was softer and his lips were fuller with a touch of pout built into their expression. He turned his head back and forth getting a look from every angle he could. His neck was long and slender and flexed sinuously as he moved. His hair was long, well past his shoulders, and dark brown with large curls. If he wasn't looking at himself in real time he would have sworn he was photoshopped.

He slipped on a pair of boxers. They were baggy in the crotch but snug around his hips. He pulled a T-shirt over his head. He was swimming in it. It hung down well past his crotch and the sleeves made it to his elbows. Now what? Could he change back? He didn't seem to be able to simply put his penis back on. Masturbating with the silcoln toy didn't undo the changes that had come with the initial use. Do I even want to change back? His job would essentially be unchanged. He had changed managers a few times over the years and hadn't ever met this one or the one before that, preferring just to communicate via email and texts. His manager had no idea what he looked like, would he even remember if his voice was different? It was rare but there were in fact women named Michael. Rent payments were electronic. He could probably get on with life as if nothing had changed. He could even order clothes off the internet before he had to leave the house again to get some groceries.

Speaking of which it was time to get some food. He was starving and really not in the mood to do any cooking. He wandered over to the computer, enjoying the different way his body moved and felt as he did so, and ordered up some Hop Foo, going for the kung pao tonight. There was no rule that said you couldn't have Chinese two nights in a row.

He rummaged around in his closet for a pair of pants which wouldn't look like clown pants but ultimately came up with nothing. He figured his shirt was long and modest enough to wear for the purpose of accepting food from the delivery guy. Presently there was a knocking.

He opened the door and found the same delivery girl as the night before.

"Hey." The girl said perking up upon seeing the new Mike. "You Mike's girlfriend?" She asked raising an eyebrow skeptically. Mike was pleasantly surprised that she knew his name.

"No, I'm just a friend. I'm house sitting for a few days Mike is on business travel." Mike responded.

"Oh I was gonna say: You're way out of his league. He seemed like a nice guy and all but really shy." She continued. "My name's Brooke. Nice to meet you. " Mike was simultaneously flattered and insulted. Could he take credit for his new looks? Did he really have that much control over his old looks? He probably could have stood to shed a few pounds but he was never going to be a male model no matter how hard he worked.

"I'm Mi- Michelle." The name was out of his mouth before he even thought about it. It fit though. He attempted a smile, which was apparently super effective because Brooke blushed furiously in response. Apparently Brooke was into girls. Made him feel a little better that she wouldn't give his old self the time of day.

"This is my last delivery of the night. You want to go grab a drink?" Brooke asked. Lesbian and quite forward too. All it took for Mike to get a date with someone was to change everything about himself.

"Actually they lost my luggage on the way down then I managed to spill my lunch on the one clean outfit I did have." Mike said pulling out his poorly fitting shirt for emphasis. Going out into public was not his top priority now anyway. He was barely used to his new form himself much less trying to interact with a bunch of strangers. Still a part of him really wanted to hang out with Brooke. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had invited him to do anything. Beside she was really cute and spunky. He really wouldn't mind getting in bed with her either.

He steeled his nerve and blurted out his invitation before he could think about it and chicken out.

"You could hang out here if you like." Mike said nervously, but with as much confidence as he could muster. He felt this sort of request would have come off as supremely creepy if he was male still, but as a woman the creep factor was inverted. Now she was to be admired for breaking stereotypes, even if it was another girl she was inviting in. "I got Chinese food." He added joking.

"Yeah, sure." Brooke said nonchalantly, although Mike could see the blush deepen on her cheeks. "Straight forward. I like that in a girl." Mike opened the door the rest of the way taking the food and leading Brooke into the apartment.

He set the food on the counter as he walked into the kitchen with Brooke following.

"You want a drink or anything?" Mike asked opening the cupboard and reaching in. He had to stand on his tip toes a little to reach the drinking glasses which used to be at a comfortable height for him. He felt a hand slide up his shirt and caress his side before wrapping around front and grabbing his right breast. He jumped in surprise. Her touch was light but firm, she slowly rubbed the area of her chest above the nipple without ever actually touching the nipple itself. It was a sweet gentle touch for such an aggressive gesture.

"No thanks." Brooke said softly into Mike's ear. "I have something else in mind."

"Ok... I... Uh.. Who's the.. um.. straightforward one now?" Mike said choking on his words, overwhelmed by the first intimate contact he'd had in a long time.

"I figure you didn't invite the delivery girl in here to watch Netflix." Brooke cooed. She had a good point.

"Well... I do like, uh, Netflix." Mike responded feeling stupid as soon as the words left his mouth. He felt another hand reach around and cup his other breast. He felt the excitement of the touch, of the situation, shooting down his abdomen. He was getting butterflies in his stomach. He was getting wet between the legs.

"You are very nervous considering you are the one who invited me in." Brooke said softly.

Words failed Mike completely, but giving up on any effort to speak freed up his attention to more salient matters. He turned in the circle of Brooke's arms and simply planted a kiss on her lips. Brooke's hands drifted south and grabbed Mike's ass, and he mirrored her gesture. Their lips parted and their tongues tangled. The he savored the feeling of kissing and being kissed. He enjoyed the feeling of his breasts pressed against and between hers, and hers between his. A shield of ice around his heart seemed to melt at the mere fact of being held. He felt some of the anxiety draining from him.

Brooks ass was firm in his hands. He pressed her against himself and he could feel the slight bulge of her mons rubbing through the thin material of his boxers and of her skin tight black yoga pants. I'm going to have to get myself a pair of those. Nothing is hotter than a pair of yoga pants. He thought to himself, without consciously acknowledging the implicit acceptance of his new body.

He slid his hands up her back taking in the smoothness of her skin and he moved his kisses from her lips to her cheek, to the crook of her neck just beyond her jaw. She leaned her head back and moaned softly.

"Nervous but not shy." Brooke said softly as Mike fiddled with the clasp on her bra, frustrating things. Something I'll have to get used to. Small price to pay to have tits like these.

"You act like this is your first time." Brooke said teasing gently, successfully easing Mikes nerves.

"I have bras!" Mike said defensively.

"I meant being with another woman." Brooke said knowingly and full of mirth. Mike blushed even more, surprised such a thing was possible. Brooke reached up behind herself moving Mikes fumbling fingers out of the way and the bra strap snapped open freeing her breasts. Mike quickly pulled Brookes shirt off and buried his face in between her breasts to hide his embarrassment and disrupt that line of inquiry. Brooks tits were even bigger than his own so he had plenty to play with. He placed a hand on each breast in much the same fashion as she had done to him initiating this joy. He sucked on one nipple and then the next. He paused long enough to let Brooke relieve him of his own shirt, and was temporarily distracted by the material of his shirt rubbing across his erect nipples, before his breast popped free with a slight bounce.

He stood again to kiss her lips and revel in their half naked bodies rubbing up against one another. He could feel a damp spot in his boxers. As soon as he registered the fact Brooke slid a hand into them and started rubbing his lips.

He broke off from the exchange, fearing he would fall to the ground if it continued. He took Brookes hand and led her to the bedroom on jittery legs. As soon as they got in the door Brooke turned him back toward herself with the hand she held. She yanked his boxers down in one smooth motion and pushed him backward onto the bed. She buried her head between his legs and started to run her tongue across the lips of his vagina. Mike worked his hands into Brookes hair and started to moan as she did her business below. He had never been much for making sex noises before, not that he had much sex, and now he was a little self conscious to find himself moaning and more than a little surprised to find that he couldn't help it. The feelings were intense as she licked and sucked his folds. She shifted to his clit and the pleasure intensitifed. There was something different and more exciting when it was someone else touching you. Even if they didn't do it exactly the way you liked, just the anticipation and the subtle surprise of what they did next made it all the more riveting. He was soon rocked by his first orgasm of the session crying out loudly. Somewhere in the back of his head he was worried the neighbors would hear. Somewhere behind that he hoped they did.

He lay panting and basking in the afterglow of being eaten out, but it was short lived before Brooke climbed up on top of him and lowered her pussy into his face. Her legs were clad in thigh high stockings held up with a garter belt now, he didn't have time to reflect on the fact that this would be an odd choice of clothing to wear below a pair of yoga pants before he eagerly started to lap at Brooke's dripping snatch. His arms were pinned to his sides between Brooke's legs. He could do little more than eat her out. He began by licking her labia minora and alternately sucking them in his mouth and running his tongue down the creases.

"What's this?" Brooke said leaning forward for a moment reaching for the nightstand. He felt Brooke pick up his penis, such a strange sensation, getting sensory input from something that's not actually part of your person any longer. "You lost your luggage but still managed to bring a dildo? Guess it pays to put the important stuff in your carry on. I know what your priorities are." She continued as she lowered her box back onto Mike's eager mouth. If you only knew how attached to that I was. Mike thought idly as he shifted his tongue to running along Brooke's clitoral hood.

She began moaning again up above him. She felt Brooke slide his penis into her mouth, for a little extra lubrication. Mike let out a little shudder as he got his dick sucked for the first time, oddly after being eaten out for the first time. The unwitting felatio was short lived before Brooke slid his member back into his still wet vagina. She started to pump his cock in and out while teasing his clit with her other hand. He worked harder trying to bring Brooke to orgasm before he came again himself. He lost the race, but only by a second. He moaned with his face buried in Brooks pussy, the effect being a muffled hum giving her clit just a little extra stimulation. He felt Brookes hands tighten gripping his hips as she rode his face pressing her pussy into his mouth with almost too much force, but the edge of discomfort was just that much more excting. His arms pinned to his sides and his face buried in a dripping vagina unable to breathe or move for just a few moments too long. Still he sucked and licked her clit with all the strength he could muster.

Blessedly and unfortunately she got up freeing Mike from his box dungeon. She pulled Mike's penis free of his own box and shoved it into his hand.

"Now you fuck me with that delightful toy." Brooke commanded.

Its not a toy. Mike had reservations about complying. Something seemed deceitful about fucking her with his penis when she thought it was little more than a shaft of silicon. I would have fucked her in a heartbeat with that same penis if it was still attached. What's the difference now. Unable to think of a compelling reason not to, he copied Brooks pose and climbed up on top of her lowering his pussy over her mouth in near tangible anticipation of being eaten out again. This is the singular most awesome day of my entire life.

He felt her begin to pleasure his snatch and he leaned down so his own face was right in Brooks crotch and gave a few initial licks to make sure she was good and ready. Periodically a moan would escape his mouth as Brooke did something particularly pleasurable. She had switched from how power assault to an ebb and flow approach. He could feel the pleasure building up inside of her then she backed off for a few moments to let it dissipate before going back in and driving him crazy with ecstasy again. He slid his detached penis into her vagina. He marveled as he watched his member swallowed up by her vagina inch by inch. He could feel the pressure of her vagina squeezing his dick and he heard the muffled moans from below his own crotch as she enjoyed the penetration as much as he did. He began to work the translucent dick in and out of her pussy faster and faster. It seemed she got just a little tighter with each thrust in. He licked and sucked her clit vigorously not taking the same tactic that she was but instead driving to bring her to the fastest hardest orgasm he could.

The tightening sensation continued, sensed both through the constriction around his detached member as well as the increased force it was taking to push it in each time. Finally on one thrust he was no longer able to slide his cock back into her. He went to pull the phallus out of the way so he could see what was going on with her vagina, but it wouldn’t budge. Somehow it had shifted in his hands, when he started the head of the penis was obviously diving into her cavern, but although she hadn’t shifted it the white silicone testicles were up against her vulva and the head was facing away, position as it would be if it was her own penis. He pulled it to the side just in time to see the little white tendrils dive into the flesh of her vulva, and the penis was held tight to her body. He watched as the base of the cock rapidly changed from the translucent white silicone looking material to what appeared to be live flesh. He realized he could no longer feel the sensations from the penis. I no longer have a dick. He almost laughed out loud at the idea. A moment later the transformation was complete. Brooke now had what appeared to be a fully functioning penis in place of where her vagina had been.

“What is going on down there?” Brooke asked confused by the new types of sensations she was undoubtedly being privy too. Mike could think of no reasonable reply and did the only thing he could think of. He started to suck Brooke’s dick. He grabbed ahold of her shafted and tentatively licked the head, feeling the cock stiffen in response. It continued to throb in his hands. After all that had happened this one act gave him greater pause than anything else. Fuck it. He fed the whole dick into his mouth as far as he could. The moaning from Brooke intensified and she began to buck her hips driving her cock deeper into his mouth than he had otherwise intended. He bobbed his head up and down knowing from a different kind of experience just what would feel great. He worked the shaft with his hand while running his tongue all over the glans and ever so slightly cupped her balls with his other hand. The dick seemed to grow even bigger in his mouth as he worked it. He was apparently correct in his estimation and it wasn’t long before Brooke thrust her hips as far forward as she could, deep into Mike’s mouth. He knew what was going to happen, and he was simultaneously afraid and excited all over again. The dick in her hands stiffened as Brooke ejaculated for the first time, blasting a lot of hot cum into Mike’s mouth. Brooke’s hands gripped Mikes ass strongly, and she threw it into high gear right as she filled Mike’s mouth and a moment later Mike was wracked by another round of ecstasy shooting through his body. Unable to cry out with his mouth full. He sucked the last drops off and swallowed the load without consideration. Brooke wasn’t moaning anymore instead she was less vocal than she had been apart from a few muted grunts as she came.

“What the hell was that?” Brooke asked finally, panting heavily as she did so.

“I couldn’t explain it if I tried.” Mike said honestly. Instead he just rolled off of Brooke and panted heavily in her own right. He saw Brooke’s hands shoot to her crotch just as soon as the way was clear.

“Holy fucking shit! I’ve got a dick!” Brooke cried out. “A big one!” Mike looked down and saw that Brooke’s new member was indeed even bigger than the one he gave up. Looking at it now he was a little surprised he actually got it in his mouth as far as he did. He noticed that her hips seemed a little narrower than before, and had a good idea of what would be happening next. He braced himself for Brooke to panic, or go into hysterics. The response that came was just about the last one that he expected.

“I’ve got to try this thing out!” Brooke shouted in excitement. Before Mike knew what was going on Brooke was on top of him positioning her new appendage between Mike’s legs. Without stopping to check what Mike thought about the idea, Brooke rammed her massive cock into Mike’s quivering snatch, not that Mike was about to object by any means. Brooke was on top of him missionary style, her face close to his. They looked in each other’s eyes for a moment, but found nothing but unbridled passion mirrored between them. Brooke slowly drew her penis out and rammed it back home. Then again. And again. And again and again and again. She closed her eyes focusing on the the new feelings and worked up to a faster pace. Mike had his arms wrapped around Brooke’s body as she rode him hard. He felt her breasts presses against his and dragging back and forth across each other, mixing their sweat together. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to ograsm again. He knew women could have multiple orgasms, but had no idea it could be like this. He also knew that many women were not able to orgasm from penetration alone, but he was apparently not one of those women.

As Brooke pounded away faster and faster he could feel her body shifting beneath his hands. Her breasts were flattened against her body as her chest barreled out. The remains of her tits were absorbed into a finely chiseled rock hard pair of pecs. He watched as her arms gained mass and well defined biceps formed where her slender arms were before. The Hello Kitty tattoo stretched a bit in the process. Mike stared at Brooke's face as her jaw grew larger and more square as a well maintained five o’clock shadow spread across his face. The bridge of her nose grew more angular and turned down his nose as a whole. Her long dark hair receded into her skull leaving a short expertly messed up crop of hair on her head. Just as the final changes occurred he felt Brooke stiffen between his legs, and his body met with the proportional response. They both orgasmed simultaneously. From Mike’s point of view this orgasm bested them all. Even considering the soaring heights of pleasure he had felt just a short time ago as Brooke had ate him out and fucked him with his own dick. This level of pleasure was something new. He could feel his vagina rhythmically milking Brooke’s dick for all it was worth. Her cock in turned pulsed inside of him. He knew she was shooting more and more cum inside him with each contraction. He would later rationalize that a person couldn’t get pregnant on their first day as a woman, but in the moment he felt nothing but joy and closeness. The collapsed in a two person heap laying on Mike’s bed.

“That was incredible!” Brooke panted.

"You're not going to freak out?" Mike asked surprised. Although all things considered he was pretty pleased with his transformation.

"No. Having a penis is awesome! I always wanted one of these. Why question it when good things happen? I always believed magic was possible. I'm just happy to be part of it." Brooke said climbing off the bed. "You going to care if I take one of your pairs of pants? I don't think you'll be needing these anymore." Without actually waiting for permission Brooke started rummaging around in the closet.

"You mean Mike's pants?" Mike said sheepishly, not sure why he was keeping up the facade.

"Yeah. Right. Mike's pants." Brooke said clearly humoring him. Brooke pulled on a pair of jeans she found without bothering to take off her stockings first. They were a little baggy on her, but they'd do the job. She then scooped up the T-shirt she had pulled off of Mike a little while ago and pulled it on over her head.

"Have a nice life." Brooke said walking out of the bedroom barefoot. Mike thought he might do just that. Why not enjoy the situation with which he’d been presented?

Fin

Epilogue

Tom closed the door to the apartment behind himself. Turned a corner down the hall and walked through a doorway that wasn't there.

Striding, but not actually moving, through the chambers he pulled off the borrowed clothes and found Elizabeth sitting by the reflecting pool, not a ripple stirred in the mirror like surface. He dropped the jeans to the floor and they disappeared in a whisp. He took hold of the member swinging between his legs and pushed an image of himself into the link with the Symbiote. The phallus turned back to the translucent white and came free in his hands. The inky skin of the symbiote pooled over the barren curve of his crotch and he felt his old self restored.

"See? It's possible to help people and fuck with them too. Not to mention have some fun with it." He held the shaft in front of him in cupped hands and it spasmed, turned back in on itself and reformed into a sphere. He tossed it to Elizabeth.

"You weren't exactly a shining example of morality when I found you." Elizabeth pointed out. She set the Orb down beside her, a moment later it was sitting on a shelf of equally impressive objects. These chambers existed outside of what Tom had considered to be The Universe. It behaved like a dream. It was the idea of a room. If he concentrated it would look the way he wanted to look. If he just let it be it would shift whenever he looked away. Nothing changed right in front of his eyes, but every time he turned around the layout was different, stone floors of a medieval castle would give away to plush carpet of the home he grew up in during the 80's. Simple drywall would shift to the poured concrete of a bunker. The vaulted cathedral ceilings would change to rough hewn pine of a rustic cabin. It would be whatever the whims of his subconscious thought it should be moment to moment.

"I never hurt anyone." He said defensively, not totally sure that was true. Thoughts of Becky and Sarah came to mind, although he didn't think he had done anything to hurt them.

"That was quite the performance you put on in there. You did seem to have a good time." She said brushing aside his response.

"I'm glad you liked, Lizzy" He said moving into her arms. She scowled at the use of the nickname he made up for her.

"Almost enough to make a girl jealous. Lucky for you I like to watch. Sometimes."