Johnny was a pretty normal guy.  Married, a couple years, no
kids.  Lately, though (and this, too was normal) his relationship with his
wife wasn't what it had been.  Nothing in particular had happened to
cause it, but there was just some tension these days in their relationship.
Pretty normal.

 Johnny knew it was probably his fault.  He'd gotten married soon
after high school, to the girl he'd been dating for quite a while.  Her
attraction to him in high school had been, he was more or less sure, to the
fact that he was a popular guy; A football player, and an athlete.  Now,
about ten years later, he no longer looked even remotely athletic.  A desk
job had taken it's inevitable toll on his waist, his hair was starting to thin,
in general he just looked his age.  About thirty.

 Like I said, he was pretty normal.  Johnny wasn't really a bad-
looking guy, other than being a bit pudgy and balding, but he was really
worried by the changes in his appearance.  And he had a sneaking
suspicion that his wife wasn't attracted to him any more because he was
getting a bit older.  He was half-right.

 His wife Lisa, on the other hand, was anything but normal.  Even
when he met her, at fourteen, she had been a beauty.  Long, light brown
hair, striking eyes, pouty lips.  Johnny could still remember how she had
looked.  Lean and thin, but with nice little curves in just the right places.
After they started dating, as the years went by, those curves slowly
became not so little anymore, and Johnny was even more pleased.  Lisa
was still as lean as ever, but by the time she turned eighteen (when they
were married) she had filled out enormously.  Her ass was nice and
rounded, and her tits were amazingly large for her frame.  Enormous, D-
cup melons hung suspended from her chest.  Even now, at twenty-six,
her tits hardly sagged at all; they just jutted out from her ribcage in an
amazing suspension of the law of gravity.

 I don't know if Johnny ever really loved his wife.  I know he was
still, after ten years of marriage, eternally lusting after her (and probably
still mistaking that for love,) but she was obviously not as interested as
she used to be.  Which was why he was wandering around in the mall,
trying to find something to buy for her.  Which was why he walked into
my shop.

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 I was walking through this mall, trying to find a gift for my wife.
I didn't have any idea what.  I'd already bought her about everything I
could think of (that I could afford, anyway.)  This wasn't the first time I
had tried to buy back her affection.  It was kind of a habit of mine, and I
kept imagining while I shopped that I'd finally find something that would
do the trick.

 I'm not even sure what trick I intended this imaginary purchase to
do; I was more or less operating out of habit.

 That was when I saw the shop.  I'd never seen it before, but that
didn't bother me.  I didn't frequent this mall very often; I did most of my
shopping at the one by my job, which had a better selection of most
things.  Anyway, new stores are always popping up in malls, and I hadn't
been to this one in quite a while.

 But this store didn't look brand-new; it looked like something out
of last century.  I mean, it looked like a wooden storefront, crammed into
a mall.  Apart from that, the wood looked old.  Above the door was a
hand painted sign, reading "Spells 'R' Us, Inc."  It was printed in this
old-style script, the sort that lookes like thou shouldst place e's on the
ende of everye worde.

 I was intrigued, to say the least.  I pushed open the heavy, iron-
bound wood door and stepped inside.

 The inside of the store was just as strange as the front.  In place of
the mall-standard fluorescent lighting, it had some sort of dim, diffuse
light.  I peered around into shadows, trying to find where the light was
coming from, but I couldn't locate the source.

 I gave up looking for a lamp and started to inspect the
merchandise.  Wooden shelves were crammed with all kinds of stuff,
haphazardly piled on the shelves.  It looked like an explosion in an antique
store.  Nothing was in any way explained or displayed, and there was
obviously about three times as much merchandise as there should have
actually been in the store.  I started picking some of the stuff up,
inspections it.  Most of it was some sort of jewelry: necklaces, bracelets,
medallions.  Mostly huge, gaudy stuff.  Some of it appeared to be gold or
silver, which would have made it quite expensive, but other pieces seemed
to be painted with a cheap gold paint, which was flaking off of most of
them.

 I ventured further back into the store.  I found a huge shelf filled
entirely with little bottles.  I couldn't see what was in any of them, and I
didn't want to open any of them without talking to someone who worked
here, to see if it was all right.  Where were the employees, anyway?  In all
the other stores in the mall, salespeople practically bowl you over when
you walk in.  Ah, well, I thought to myself, and continued to look.

 All along the side walls of the mysterious store were costumes.
The side I was on was all women's costumes, so I expected the other to
be men's, but when I checked it was women's as well.  Didn't this store
have a men's department?  I looked through the costumes anyway, for the
hell of it.  A lot of them were the same, and there wasn't much to choose
from.  I saw cheerleader costumes and maid costumes, and a couple
others that were similarly aimed at young, sexy women in particular.  I
considered buying one for my wife, but Halloween was over already.

 I went back further into the store, towards the counter in the back.
When I got near the counter, I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise.
What I had taken to be a shadow was a huge, dark wolf!  I froze,
preparing to back away slowly.  The wolf raised its head and regarded me
disinterestedly.

 "Just a second!" Came a cry from the back room of the store.  "I'll
be with you in a minute!"

 I wasn't much reassured, but I had no intentions of making any
sudden moves.  While I stood there, trying to decide how best to back
towards the door, a very old man emerged from behind a curtain in the
rear wall of the store.  He seemed to be dressed in some sort of bathrobe.

 "Now," he said, breathlessly, "what can I do for you, Johnny?"

 It didn't dawn on me that he'd called me by my name; it's
happened to me a lot.  Quite a few old-timers refer to everyone as
"Johnny," enough at least so that I was used to it.  All I did was to point,
gingerly, at the wolf that was eyeing me from in front of the counter.

 "Oh, the wolf?" The old man asked, grinning at me.  "He won't
cause you any harm.  Unless you're planning to steal from me?"

 "No!" I said, rather emphatically.  I still wasn't comfortable
around that wolf.

 "Well, what can I do for you, then?  Something for the wife?"

 "Well," I said, uncertainly, "I was thinking of buying her one of
those costumes..."

 The old man looked thoughtfully over at the walls of the store.
"No," he said, "I don't think Lisa really needs one of those.  Now this girl
I used to know, by the name of Jessie, on the other hand..." He trailed
off, obviously lost in thought.  Or in fantasy, as the case may be.

 I completely missed the fact that he had called my wife by name,
my surprise swallowed up by my annoyance that he was telling me what I
should buy for my own wife.

 "Actually, I don't really know what I want.  I just stopped in to
browse," I said, preparing to exit the store.

 The old man, however, completely misunderstood me.  "Well, I
can't wait around all day for you to make up your mind," he said,
sounding somewhat annoyed, himself.  "Do you have any idea how much
business I'm doing these days?  I can't keep up!  Look at all this stock!
I'm working my fingers right down to the bone.  I had to incorporate, in
an attempt to keep ahead of it all, but I still can't do it all!"

 "Listen," he said to me.  "I'll tell you what.  Lately, to keep up
with all the demand, I've been forced to subcontract out some of my jobs.
I'll hook you up with someone that can afford to give you some more
personal attention, ok?"  And without waiting for an answer, he whipped
out a contract from under the counter and held a pen up for me to sign.

 The contract was on ancient-looking, rolled parchment, and it
appeared to be hand-lettered in the same script that was on the sign out
front.  It said "Spells 'R' Us agrees to provide, by subcontracted labor,
fulfillment of three (3) wishes, to be stated by the purchaser directly to
said labor.  Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back."  There was a
line at the bottom for my signature.

 I signed.  I figured, what the hell?  As soon as I signed, the old
man tore what appeared to be a carbon copy off the back of the parchment,
handed it to me saying "here's your copy," and disappeared into the back
of the store.  He forgot to even make me pay him.

 I stood there for a minute with the carbon-copy-parchment in my
hand, wondering what the hell was I supposed to do now?  I didn't
believe for a second that I was actually going to get three magic wishes,
but I wondered what exactly the scam was.  Suddenly, I heard a voice
behind me.

 "Faith and begorrah!  Make your wishes then, and be done with
it!"

 I spun around to see, standing on top of one of the shelves, the
smallest man I'd ever laid eyes on.  He couldn't have been a full two feet
tall.  He was dressed from head to foot in antiquated-looking green
clothes, and he had a bright orange beard.  He looked, for all the world,
like a leprechaun.

 "Well?  Your wishes?  Have ye been struck dumb?" He demanded.

 "Oh my god!" I exclaimed.  "You're a leprechaun!"  At the
moment, it was about the most intelligent thing I could think of to say.

 "Why, sure and I am," he answered, growing more impatient.
"And what did ye expect, to grant your wishes?  A wishing well?
Damned unreliable things they are, I can tell you!  Always going out of
order.  Now a leprechaun, that's solid.  Grant your wishes for ye better
than any old hole in the ground, a leprechaun will."  He was all but
beaming with pride.

 Most of this passed me right by.  Being confronted with a real, live
leprechaun had, to put it lightly, shocked me a bit.  I managed to stammer
out, "you're going to grant me three wishes?" Unbelievingly.

 "Why sure and I am, that too," he said, growing impatient again.
"Ain't that what your contract with the old man said?  Why did ye think I
was here?  The old man found me pot o' gold, he did, and he's ransoming
it back to me at a wish per piece, rather than the regulation three for the
bunch.  The cheap bastard.  Is that fair, I ask ye?  But what can ye do?
I'm not fool enough to argue with a wizard, I can tell ye.  Certainly not
that one."

 "You're bound by the old man's contract, then?" I asked, starting
to understand.

 "Of course I am, ye damned fool.  Leprechauns must respect all
human contracts.  Are ye daft?  Don't ye know nothing about
leprechauns?"

 I wasn't grasping much of that, either, but I got the definite
impression that he wanted me to make a wish.  The only problem was, I
was drawing a complete blank as to what to wish for.  I thought back to
why I had come into this store in the first place.  Lisa!  Yes, if I was going
to make a wish, I might as well try to fix our dwindling sexual
relationship.  I only half-believed it would work, anyway, even after
being confronted with a real leprechaun.

 "Ok, I wish I was more attractive to Lisa, my wife," I said.

 "Done!  As soon as ye see her, you'll be what she most secretly
desires!  What's your next wish?" He asked, hurriedly.

 I didn't feel any different.  I was seriously wondering if this was
all some kind of weird hoax.  And on top of that, I couldn't think of a
single other thing to wish for.  I stood there, trying to concentrate, and all
the while the leprechaun was screaming and demanding to know what my
other two wishes were.

 "I can't think of another wish now!  If you're in such a hurry to
go, why don't you leave?  Give me some time to think about it, and I'm
sure I can come up with something!"

 The leprechaun stood there glowering silently for a moment, and
then said, slowly and quietly, "well, if that's the way ye want it, me
bucko, that's fine with me.  I'll be back in two days for your next wish."

 "Ok, I'll give you my address," I started to say, but before I could
finish the sentence he started to dance a little jig and, inexplicably, faded
from view.

 I stood there dumbstruck for a moment, trying to figure out what I
should do.  I tried to stick my head through the curtain in the back of the
store, to ask the old man about it, but I couldn't get near it.  When I tried,
the wolf started to growl at me.  I certainly didn't want to disagree with
the wolf, so I gave up.  I went home.

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 Now, it may seem like I gave Johnny something for nothing, but
I'm sure you know me better than that.  In reality, I admit I had used him
a bit.  Seamus O'Shanty, the leprechaun I had set him up with, wasn't the
most reliable of spellcasters.  In fact, he was a drunk.  One of his own
wishes had gone astray, and he'd spent an unfortunately long time as a
female stripper leprechaun (I know that sounds strange, but take my word
on this one.)

 I DID have his gold, that was true, but I was looking to get rid of
his services.  I figured, if he screws it up, it's no skin off my nose, and if
he doesn't, it's good advertising.

 Not that Spells 'R' Us needs to advertise, much.

 In any case, I knew Johnny's wife a bit better than he did.
Telepathy is like that.  Boy, was HE in for a surprise!

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 By the time I got home, I had convinced myself that it was all a
dream, or some kind of joke, or misunderstanding, or something.  I
walked in the front door, hung up my coat, and went upstairs to our
bedroom to find Lisa.  Maybe I could talk her into giving me some sex
tonight.

 Or maybe not.  Lately, Lisa just didn't seem to find me attractive
any more.  That sounds like something a woman would worry about, not
a man, but when your wife is as sexy as mine, you do worry.  You feel
like you're out of your league.

 Anyway, I went upstairs, getting undressed outside the bedroom
door so that, if she was asleep, I could just slip into bed with her.  It was
pretty late on a Sunday night, and we both had to be at work the next
morning.  Stripped down to my boxer shorts, I stepped into the room.

 Lisa wasn't asleep.  She was reading a paperback, lying on her
stomach facing away from me.  The soft light from the lamp on the
bedside table illuminated her skin with a yellow tint, casting shadows and
making her skin look even softer than it actually was.  She was wearing
only a flimsy pair of panties, sheer enough that I could see her smooth,
rounded ass through the fabric.  She turned over to look at me.

 Suddenly, I felt very strange.

 My whole body tingled.  It didn't hurt; it felt kind of like the
throbbing sensation of an electric shock.  But it was my ENTIRE BODY
that was throbbing, and as it kept on going, Lisa's eyes opened wider and
wider.  So did her mouth, opening in a big "O" of surprise.

 I remember thinking I was sinking to my knees as this happened,
because my viewpoint kept getting lower and lower.  I kept my eyes on
Lisa until she fainted.

 Well, I'm no rocket scientist, but something strange had definitely
happened.  I was almost afraid to look down at myself.  No, that's wrong;
I was DEFINITELY afraid to look down at myself.  But I screwed up my
courage and did it anyway.

 The first thing I noticed, strangely, was that my feet had shrunk.
Hell, EVERYTHING had shrunk.  My arms and legs had lost almost all
their muscle; they looked as thin as toothpicks.  My boxers were hanging
much lower on my hips.  My hips themselves didn't look to have shrunk
quite as much as the rest of me.  I should have been glad for that, since if
they had, my boxers would have fallen completely off.  That seems like a
small enough thing to be happy about, but you'll excuse me if I wasn't
thinking very clearly.

 Jutting from my chest were two small breasts, topped off with
hard, conical nipples.  They were tiny nipples, only about dime-sized, but
they were definitely female nipples.  The areola formed a little cone,
jutting outward from the larger mounds of my breasts, and the nipples
were just like little points, hard on top of the areola.

 That was what really freaked me out.  In a daze, I walked across
the room to the bathroom.  Going in, I shut the door and turned on the
light so that I could look at myself in the mirror.

 I looked a hell of a lot like a fourteen-year-old girl.  A very pretty
fourteen-year-old girl.  Dark, long hair (past my shoulders; I could feel the
tips touching the tops of my ass) framed a gorgeous face.  Big eyes, pouty
lips, smooth skin.  I looked a little like Milla Jovovich.  Weird.

 I had no idea, when I made the wish, that it would change the way
I look.  All I meant was that I wanted Lisa to desire me again.  From the
reflection staring back at me in the mirror, I gathered that I could have
been a little bit clearer.

 I was amazed.  I reached up to touch myself, and was surprised to
see the cute young girl in the mirror doing likewise.  I couldn't believe that
was me.  It didn't seem possible.

 The proof, though, was staring me in the face.  I looked down to
examine myself more closely.  Thin, coltish body.  The sort that expands
later in life to the kind of long, smooth lines I loved to look at.  This body
was just at the age where it's got some curves, but still skinny and young-
looking.

 I turned around half-sideways to look at the curves.  I couldn't see
a whole lot with my baggy boxers hanging off my hips, so I bent over and
slid them off.

 Wow, what a nice, sweet little ass.  The kind of ass that says
"jailbait" all over it.  Small, but curved in two round little half-circles, and
completely smooth.  I was starting to get wet.  I wanted to fuck that ass.

 But as I turned around to face the mirror again, I remembered that I
wouldn't be fucking anything any time soon.  Between my legs there was
only a sparse little patch of pubic hair, and I could see that it wasn't hiding
a dick.  The curved cleft of my pussy was visible through the thin hair.  I
ran a finger up it.

 Wow!  An electric shock ran throughout my body again, and I
could feel my nipples clench up tighter.  I ran my finger up my slit again,
and as it reached the little bud of my clitoris at the top, I jumped again at
the sharp bolt of pleasure.

 I ran my other hand up my stomach to my tits.  As my palm
brushed against my left nipple, I jumped again from another shock of
pleasure.  I pinched the nipple gently between my fingers, feeling it get
harder.  Both my nipples started to get harder; I could feel them clenching
up on my chest.  They felt like two little balls of nerves.  I ran my left
hand over them, alternating nipples, but my right hand stayed where it
was.  In my crotch.

 I could see myself in the mirror.  It was the strangest thing.  It
didn't even register as myself; I knew it was, but subconsciously it
seemed like it was someone else, some impossibly sexy little teenager
putting on a sexual display for me.  I looked at my hand mauling my own
breasts, and my other hand working furiously in my crotch.  My hips
were thrusting back and forth uncontrollably, and I was finding it hard to
stand up.  Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I sat down before I
could fall down.  Facing the mirror and spreading my legs gave me a
much better view of my new pussy, as well as much better access to my
moist slit.

 I ran my finger back and forth along my pussy lips some more,
giving a little jump each time I brushed my clitoris.  I was running my
finger all along my slit, from my clit to my asshole.  It didn't feel too bad
to brush my fingertip against my asshole either, but it wasn't as sensitive
as my clit.  As I rubbed, I began to feel extremely hot and wet.  The
lubrication from my pussy started to drip out from between the lips, and
my finger slid back and forth faster now that I was wet.  I rubbed pussy
juice all over around my clit, feeling it harden and push partway out of its
little hood.  I tried to rub it more directly, but that felt (if possible) TOO
good, and I went back to massaging my whole crotch.

  My finger slid around on my pussy lips, spreading hot pussy juice
all over my mound.  I rubbed the little seam where my leg meets my body
for a while, marveling at how good THAT felt.  But I couldn't resist it, I
had to go back to slipping my finger back and forth from my clit to my
little asshole, and back again.

 Finally, I pushed the finger up into my hole.  It felt so strange to
have something INSIDE me, but I couldn't stop.  It felt so good at the
same time.  While I pumped my middle finger in and out of my pussy, I
started massaging my clit again with my thumb.  My little clittie was so
hard that it felt like it was trying to force itself outward, out of the little
fleshy hood that covered it.  The feeling of my thumb sliding over it,
while my middle finger penetrated me, was too much.  My cunt exploded
in my fist feminine orgasm.  It was fantastic, better than any orgasm I
could remember.

 When my climax finally subsided, I had to lie there motionless for
a while, panting.  From the waist to the knees my young, skinny new
body was covered with sweat and female cum.  My muscles ached from
the exertion I had put into masturbating.  I couldn't remember the last time
that I'd felt such a desperate need for sex.

 I got up, intending to go out of the bathroom and try to figure out
what to do next.  As I stood up, I covered my pussy, which was still
dripping, to avoid getting any pussy juice on the rug.  When I inspected
myself closer, I realized that I really needed a shower, however.  I started
up the water, getting it as hot as I could stand it, and climbed in.

 The hot water splashing over my young, female form felt great.  I
let it hit my breasts and the warm water made my nipples unclench the rest
of the way.  I turned around in the shower, letting the stream of water hit
me all over my new body.  My skin felt enormously more sensitive than I
could remember.  I was struck again by how soft and smooth I was all
over, and completely unblemished.  No moles, no scars, no hair except
for on my head and a little tiny bit over my slit.

 As for the hair on my head, I found out what a nuisance that was
when I tried to wash it.  I had never imagined how much work it was to
wash that much hair.  It took forever to lather it all up.  I rinsed it out as
well as I could, then left it hanging down to my ass as I soaped up the rest
of my body.

 Washing my legs and arms was strange.  It felt weird to feel these
skinny little limbs on my body.  Admittedly, they were nice shaped legs
and arms (for a fourteen-year-old girl,) but they seemed so SMALL.  I
couldn't weigh much over a hundred pounds, which was light, even for
my new height.  How tall was I, anyway?  I didn't think I could be much
taller than five feet.

 I started to pay more attention to my shower when my soapy hands
reached my breasts.  Like the rest of my body, they were extremely
sensitive, and when I soaped up my little-girl titties, my nipples hardened
again into little points, and I could feel the wet, warm feeling returning to
my pussy.  When I slid my soapy hands over my round ass, the feeling of
warmth in my crotch became more pronounced.

 My new ass was easily the most curved part of my new body.  The
rest was sexy in a young, supermodel, angular sort of way, but my ass
was the exception.  It jutted out in a full half-circle, firm and tight but also
rounded and well packed.  I rubbed and massaged my ass, grabbing the
cheeks and running my fingertips up and down the crack.  It felt good to
brush them against my asshole.  My little ass bud started to feel warm and
aroused, like my pussy.

 But it was when I reached my pussy that things started to really
heat up.  I parted my pussy lips and slipped a soapy finger inside only to
find my clit already achingly hard, and my pussy lips already dripping
with lubrication.  In no time at all, without pausing to rinse the soap off
my hard little body, I was again flat on my back on a towel on the
bathroom floor, fingering my pussy as fast as I could with my soapy
hand, while the other hand massaged my breasts again.  I hadn't expected
to get horny again so fast; it had never happened to me when I was a man.

 Within five minutes of starting to finger-fuck myself again, I felt
my orgasm coming on again.  I plunged my first two fingers as far as I
could up into my little pussy and thumbed my clit again.  This approach
had worked wonders last time, and the results weren't disappointing.  My
eyes squeezed shut and I actually saw stars.  I think I remember screaming
out my ecstasy in my new little-girl voice.  It sounded like someone else,
and the moans and whimpers I was making excited me even further.
When the orgasm finished I collapsed like a wet rag down on the floor,
moaning in the aftershocks.

 As I lay sprawled on the floor, I slowly became aware that I could
hear a voice.  Lisa was calling me from the bedroom, saying "Johnny, are
you in there?  Johnny, who's making all that noise."

 I didn't know what to do.  How could I face her?  Was I even her
husband anymore, now that I looked like a fourteen-year-old girl?  How
could I go out there and talk to her, looking the way I did now?

 I couldn't answer any of these questions, but I knew I'd have to
leave the bathroom sometime.  I couldn't stay in here masturbating for the
rest of my life (attractive as the thought may have been.)  Taking a deep
breath, I opened the door and stepped back out into the bedroom.

 When she saw me walk into the room, Lisa's face turned white.
But she didn't faint this time.

 "Lisa, it's me.  I don't know what happened..."

 "Oh my god, Johnny, how did this happen?  What's going on?!?"
She half-screamed.  She was starting to get frantic.

 I sat her down and told her the whole story, or at least as much as I
understood.  I told her about the strange shop in the mall, with the old
man and the leprechaun.  I told her how they said they were going to grant
me three wishes, but I didn't really believe it.  And I told her how I had
been worried about our sex life and I had wished that she'd find me more
attractive.

 "...so that's about it," I finished.  "The only thing I don't
understand is why I changed into a little girl.  That leprechaun was real, I
guess, but he didn't grant my wish at all!"

 Lisa got really quiet for a moment.  Then she started to blush; her
beautiful face actually turned bright red.  "Um," she said, "that's not
exactly true, I guess..."

 "What do you mean, Lisa?" I demanded.

 "Well, you see, I don't think I've ever really told you this, but..."
She paused for a moment, visibly trying to get up the nerve to continue.
"Well, when I was in high school, before you and I got together, there
was this girl, and..."

 "Lisa, what the hell are you getting at?"  It was my turn to get
frantic.

 "Well, I guess I was kind of bisexual.  Before I got together with
you, I mean.  Actually, before we started to go out I'd only actually ever
done anything with girls.  But we were in high school, you know, and all
my friends, at least all the ones I wasn't sleeping with, were going on
about how cute you were, and I just, you know, wanted to be popular..."

 "Lisa, are you saying you were a lesbian?  Before you met me, I
mean?"  I was incredulous.

 "Well, I don't know..." she said.  "I mean, I was only fourteen.
Can you really be a lesbian that young?  It was just, you know,
experimenting..."

 "My god!"  I said, when it finally hit me.  "That's why this
happened to me!  That damn leprechaun!  I wanted him to make you find
me more attractive, but he changed my body so that I was more attractive
to you.  Wait a second!  Why do I look so young, then?  Are you a lesbian
AND a pedophile?"

 "No!" Lisa said.  "At least, I don't think so.  I think it's just that I
haven't had sex with a girl since I was a freshman in high school.  And
the last girl I was with...  I mean, you kind of look like..."

 "I look like the last girl you had sex with before we started going
out?"

 "Yes," she agreed, quietly.  "I always enjoyed having sex with
you, but sometimes I'd think about her.  I mean, you know, fantasize
about what it was like."  She fell silent, blushing again.

 "Well, now I understand.  At least it's not forever.  The leprechaun
said he was coming back to give me my other two wishes.  God, am I
glad I didn't use them all up!  When he shows up, I'll just wish that I
were myself again.  Maybe a few pounds lighter..."

 "No, don't do that!" She cried.

 "What?!?"

 "I mean," she blushed again.  "Ok, I guess you've got to.  But, for
now, could we..." she trailed off, but looked at me pleadingly.

 "You want to have sex with me?  Like this?" I asked, incredulous.

 She didn't answer, she just hung her head.  She was too
embarrassed.

 The more I thought about it, though, the more sense it made to me.
Here in front of her was the girl she'd been fantasizing about for more
than ten years.  No wonder she wanted me.  She was pleading for me.
Lisa had always been amenable to sex; in the early years, we'd been pretty
adventurous about it.  But I couldn't recall her ever begging for it.  It
turned me on.  I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my nipples
hardening on my chest.  Lesbian sex!  Like all guys, I was entranced by
it, but I never would have thought I'd have a chance to have some.  How
could I refuse?  It would certainly be interesting.  And what a memory to
have when I returned to being myself again!

 "All right," I said.

 Lisa's head jerked up.  That obviously wasn't the answer she was
expecting.  But she didn't waste much time, now that I agreed.

 She got up from her position, seated on the opposite side of the
bed from me.  A moment ago, hanging her head, she had appeared
ashamed; now she looked predatory.  She crawled across the king-size
bed towards me, slowly, her back arching her ass up into the air.  The
only things she was wearing were those smooth, sheer panties; I could see
the thong back of them splitting her ass cheeks.  Her huge breasts hung
from her chest, swaying back and forth as she moved.  She finally
reached me, stretching her neck languidly out towards me, her face tilted
back for a kiss.

 Keep in mind, all through this display I was sitting on the edge of
the bed, naked, in the body of a young girl.  My usual, masculine
reactions to Lisa's advances would have seemed silly, and I was
uncomfortably aware of the fact.  I was uncomfortable in general,
especially about the fact that I was hornier than I could ever remember
being.  It didn't seem like my hard cock, when I had still had it, had ever
cried out for release as loudly as my hot, wet pussy was doing right then.

 I was as attracted to Lisa as I had ever been, and she (I'm forced to
admit) was MORE attracted to me than she'd ever been.  The thought of
that, along with the strange, wet, soft feeling in my crotch and the general
kinkiness of the whole situation, was turning me on more than I would
have thought possible.  That wet, soft feeling in my crotch was the most
arousing at all.  I was indoctrinated by years of experience that my crotch
should feel HARD and ERECT when I was horny, but there I was, with
my pussy feeling soft and pliant, slippery and aching to be penetrated or
played with.  It was no longer just warm, but HOT, and very wet.  I could
feel pussy juice running down my thighs, and I was quite sure that I'd
caused a small wet spot on the bed.  I could feel the wet linen rubbing up
against my hard, almost painfully erect clit.  I wanted sex more than I ever
had before.  But now that I was a girl, I had no idea how to go about it.

 Lisa didn't let that stop her.  When I hesitated, she grabbed the
back of my head by my ass-length hair and pulled my face to hers.  I was
amazed at how strong she was, even though I knew I was in a much
smaller, weaker body than hers now.  Her mouth opened against mine,
and I could feel the hot inside of her mouth, her saliva mixing with mine.
Her tongue darted into my mouth, and then moved into me again, more
leisurely.  But still aggressively; she penetrated my mouth with her
tongue.

 "I love your face," she said.  "Such a pretty little girl."

 Her hot mouth slid down from my mouth, along my neck, steadily
drawing closer to my chest.  She started to lick at my chest, drawing her
tongue across my little-girl tits and nipples.  Those nipples were so hard
now that I almost wanted to cry out just from the pain of feeling them
clench up, and Lisa just teased them, making them even harder.  Her
tongue slid across my breasts, as if to lubricate them, and then
concentrated on my nipples for a moment.  She licked my nipples
furiously, then immediately stopped.  She drew her face a few inches
away and waited for a few seconds, until I was whimpering for her to
start again, then she BLEW on my nipples.

 My whole breasts were soaked with her saliva, but nowhere more
than my nipples.  My breasts felt ICE cold, and my nipples scrunched up
into even smaller points.  I moaned from the pain, but I didn't want it to
stop.

 "I love your breasts," she said.  "I always wanted to play with
breasts again.  And your pointy little nipples!"

 Lisa continued to lick my breasts, but at the same time my attention
was somewhat distracted.  I could feel her hand moving towards my
crotch, slowly tracing circles lightly around my whole mound.  While her
lips continued to work on my tits, her hand circled closer and closer to my
clit.  My hips began to thrust towards her hand rhythmically, as her
fingertip finally closed the distance and was circling around my erect clit.
I felt like my pussy was on fire.

 Her finger finally brushed up against my clit, and the whole world
exploded.  I didn't know if I'd ever get used to these female orgasms, but
at the time I wasn't thinking about it.  I wasn't thinking about anything.

 I don't have any idea how long that orgasm lasted.  It seemed to go
on forever.  Lisa constantly changed how she was manipulating my cunt.
She'd caress my clit for a while, then insert her finger into my hole and
fuck me with it, then just brush her finger up and down on my slit.  I went
wild from the varied pleasures of feeling her touch me there.  When I
finally came down from it, I lay there, exhausted.

 "I love your tight little pussy," she said, her mouth warm and wet
against my ear.  "It clenches up tight on my finger."

 Lisa slid her mouth down from my ear, along my neck.  She
stopped at my tits and suckled on my nipples for a while.  My breasts
looked bigger; they must have swelled up from my arousal.  Soon,
however, she trailed her moist mouth down to my crotch.  It left a trail of
saliva, cold on my skin.

 Her tongue flicked against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure
through my body.  I jumped in surprise.  She then started to eat my pussy
more slowly and luxuriously, laying her entire open mouth against my
mound and rubbing along my slit with her tongue.  My pussy was hot,
but her mouth felt hotter, and my pussy was wet, but her mouth felt
wetter.

 "Your pussy mound is so smooth!" She said.  "I forgot what it
was like to be fourteen!  You've hardly got any hair.  I love it!"

 As you may have gathered, there didn't seem to be any part of my
new body that she didn't love.  As she continued to lick my pussy, she
reached around under me to grab hold of my ass, squeezing my ass
cheeks.  Simultaneously, she continued to tell me how much she loved my
body, praising my rounded butt, my slim waist, my long legs, and maybe
a few other parts I've forgotten about.

 Eventually, her mouth went back to pleasuring my pussy full time.
In minutes, she had me crying out in another incredible orgasm.  Then,
she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and obviously encouraging me
to return the favor.

 This definitely qualified as some of the best sex I had ever had, so
I didn't want to rush it too much.  I crawled up over her body to her
mouth, reaching out to kiss her.  I grabbed her ass and pulled her against
me.  It felt so strange; not only was Lisa now much taller than me, but I
couldn't feel my dick in between our stomachs.  I could feel my breasts,
however, pressing up against hers.  I wouldn't have expected that to feel
much different, since when I looked in the mirror my chest had been
nearly flat, but I could definitely feel the difference now.

 I trailed my mouth down along her body, stopping for a while to
lick her large breasts.  But I couldn't stop there; I wanted to pleasure her
pussy like she'd pleasured mine.

 Lisa spread her legs and I crouched in between.  I was grateful for
what was undoubtedly the best sex of my life, and I wanted to return the
favor.  I licked her pussy like she had licked mine, grabbing her ass to
push her crotch up into my face.  I rubbed my tongue up against her clit,
then inserted it into her pussy hole.  It wasn't long before she cried out in
the pleasure of her orgasm.

When she finally finished coming, she pushed me back off of her and into
a sitting position.  She took one look at me and said "Oh my god, John!
What happened?"

 I looked down at myself and immediately knew what she was
talking about.  I also knew why my breasts had felt strange while we were
having sex.  They had grown.

 "Oh my god!" I yelled, unconsciously echoing Lisa, and then I ran
to the bathroom to look in the mirror.  It was astonishing, again, that so
much could change in so short a time.  Even though it had just happened
to me, in the first transformation that changed me from a man into a little
girl, it was still a shock that it happened again.

 My face was nearly the same.  Still the same vague resemblance to
that Milla Jovovich girl, the one that can't act.  But the rest of my body
was quite different.  It was definitely curvier.  While my face looked the
same fourteen years old (or maybe now a little younger,) my body had
filled out a bit.  I was still skinny, and curvy perhaps isn't really the word,
but my hips were a bit wider, and my ass a bit more curved.  If that ass
got any sexier I was going to have to try fucking it myself.

 My pussy hair, meanwhile, had gone the other way.  If it was
sparse before, it was practically non-existent now.  There were only a
few, fine hairs, and even those few were so blonde as to be almost
invisible.  I looked like some weird amalgam of ages.  My face was
thirteen or fourteen, my body a couple years older and my pussy a few
years younger.

 But my tits were not only a minimum of eighteen, but a well-
developed eighteen at that.  They stood out proudly from my chest, riding
high up with the nipples sticking out from them.  My areola were still
small, about quarter-sized, but the nipples themselves seemed to have
grown.  They were like rigid little cones, sticking out a half-inch or so
from my tits, and about the size of pencil erasers.  They were rock hard.

 About then, I felt Lisa's hands reach around me from behind.  She
cupped my breasts and started to feel me up.  I closed my eyes and started
to moan.

 "Nice titties," she whispered into my ear.  "Feels like a C-cup.  I
like them."

 "Wait a second!" I exclaimed.  "That's it!  That's why this
happened!  Whatever that leprechaun did to me is still in force.  Were you
thinking that you wanted me to look like this while we were having sex?"

 "Well, now that you mention it, yes I think so..."  she pushed me
back from her and inspected me.  "Hmm... younger face, bigger tits,
pointy nipples..." she turned me around, "...wow, what a great ass!
Yeah, that's about it."

 "What do you mean, 'that's about it'?"

 "Well, when we were fucking, I was thinking about a few things
I'd like to change.  Not that you weren't attractive before, but once we got
down to business..." she trailed off.  "Let's say I just wanted to get the
kinks out."

 "Great, so every time you change your mind about what's
attractive, I'll change to match.  Just fucking great!"

 Lisa's face lit up.  "I don't mind," she said, gaining an evil grin.
Thankfully, though, she left it at that for the night.  I don't think I could
have handled anything else; I was too shaken.  We settled down to go to
sleep.  I would have slept in another room if I had thought of it, since I
was kind of pissed at Lisa even though it wasn't really her fault, but
exhaustion and force of habit resulted in us sleeping together as usual.

 My last thought before I dropped off was "Well, at least I can turn
back to myself when the leprechaun shows up again.  My God, that felt
good though..."

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 Well, Johnny got the surprise I predicted.  AND Seamus got his
fun; he tends towards twisting his wishes that way.  Must have some kind
of perverted fetish.

 Not that I'm one to talk.

 I had kept an eye on Johnny the whole time with a used crystal
ball.  I got it from a magic surplus store, and the reception isn't that great.
You've got to wrap aluminum foil around the antenna to be able to see
anything, but it was cheap and it serves my purposes.

 I chuckled to myself as he drifted off to sleep.  He thought his
surprises were over.

 Not hardly.

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 I woke up the next morning to the feeling of Lisa eating my new
cunt.  It didn't take me long to drift into consciousness with that kind of
incentive.  I found myself lying on the bed, spread-eagled, with Lisa's
pretty head working between my legs.  I reached down to touch my
breasts.  Or I TRIED to, at least.  I discovered that I was tied to the bed.

 "Lisa!  What the fuck!?!"

 She stopped eating my pussy for a moment and her eyes looked up
at mine.  "This is something else I used to do, back before I met you.
Relax.  You'll love it."

 I didn't relax; I struggled.  But Lisa had tied me too tightly, and it
was hard to struggle for long while she continued to eat my nearly hairless
cunt.  Her tongue licked back and forth across my smooth pussy lips, and
soon I wasn't grunting from the exertion of trying to escape, I was
squealing girlishly in pleasure.

 Soon that gave way to moaning in orgasm, and then I finally
settled back down onto the bed.  Lisa crawled up over my body, licking
her way up to my mouth.  When she passed my enlarged nipples, I was
amazed at how sensitive they were; they seemed to have become more so.
She kissed me deeply, and I could taste my own pussy juice in her mouth.
Then, she drew herself up further, planting her own pussy firmly on my
face.

 I didn't have much of a choice.  I licked at her cunt as hard as I
could.  I couldn't use my bound hands, I was limited to my mouth only,
and I was nearly suffocating from her pussy bearing down onto my face.
She seemed very heavy, but I knew that was only because I was now
smaller than her.  I also knew that the only way she'd get off of me was if
I made her cum, so I licked at her pussy, running my tongue around her
clit.  I didn't touch the rest of her cunt; I just wanted to make her cum as
fast as possible so that she'd get off me and let me breathe easily.  My
mouth and nose were blocked, and all I could smell was her pussy.  I was
getting light-headed, but I kept working her with my tongue as fast as I
could.

 Just when I thought I was about to pass out, Lisa tensed on top of
me.  Her hips bucked forward, driving her pussy down even harder onto
my face than before, and her hips bucked her cunt into me harder still,
rubbing it back and forth against my mouth and nose.  Finally, when I
thought I couldn't take it any more, she stopped and collapsed beside me
on the bed.

 I gasped for air like I'd just come out from underwater.  Breathing
easily was wonderful, but I hadn't gotten rid of the smell of her pussy yet,
because she'd ground her cunt into my face, spreading her juice all over it.
At the moment though, I didn't care.  I was just so happy to breathe.

 When I'd gotten my breath back, and Lisa had too, I said "Ok,
enough's enough.  Untie me!"

 "Ok," she replied, bending down to untie my wrists.  "But you
can't tell me it wasn't fun."

 The truth was, in some weird way, it had actually been fun.  But I
wasn't about to admit it.  As soon as I was freed, I got up, intending to
get dressed.  I don't know what I intended to wear, but I never got that far
anyway.  My breasts felt exceedingly heavy on my chest, but I expected
that, since I wasn't used to having tits.  I walked into the bathroom to
wash the pussy juice from my face, feeling my new titties bounce and
sway as I walked.  My hips weren't nearly as bad, I realized, because
most of my body (except my breasts) looked like that of a fifteen or
sixteen-year-old girl.  I had definitely feminine hips, but they weren't so
wide as to sway amazingly when I walked.

 I got into the bathroom and bent over the sink to wash my face.  I
could feel my tits hanging from my chest, pulling me forward.  As I
washed my face, splashing water onto it, I could feel my breasts jiggling
and swaying.  I stood up, dried my face, and turned to look at myself in
the mirror.

 "Oh my God!  Lisa, what have you done!"

 Lisa came into the bathroom to find me examining the changes in
my body.  Again.

 It was really only a few changes, but they made a difference.  First
of all, my pussy was now completely hairless, without even the few
sparse hairs of the beginning of puberty.  The soft, perfect skin looked
very young, and the girlish pussy contrasted with the woman-ish breasts
and the rest of the body that was somewhere in between to make an
amazingly sexy whole.

 My face hadn't gotten any younger (thank God!) And my body
didn't seem to have changed much, if at all, except for my tits.  They were
huge.  They were easily about the same size as Lisa's D-cup titties, and
she was a good deal bigger than me.  On my chest, they looked
enormous.

 "What the hell did you do, Lisa?  Look at me!  I look like a freak!"

 "What?  You don't think these titties look right on you?" She
asked, with a mock-incredulous look on her face.

 "No, I don't think they look right!  They're huge!"

 "Hmm, maybe you're right," she said.  She gently took hold of
my shoulders and turned me around to face the mirror.  I didn't resist, but
I could feel that she was stronger than me now.  Standing behind me, with
her hands around my narrow waist, she looked over my shoulder to see
my breasts in the mirror.  She whispered into my ear, "Maybe they don't
look quite right.  A DD-cup would be so much nicer."

 Shocked, I stared into the mirror to see my titties growing before
my eyes.  As I watched, they seemed to inflate like balloons, swelling up
larger on my chest.  I could feel them as well, getting larger and heavier.
Finally, they stopped.  If they had been large before, they were gigantic
now, freakishly huge.  No girl who looked this young EVER had breasts
this large, nor did any woman of any age with this frame.  At least not real
breasts.

 I opened my mouth to protest, but Lisa's hands moved up to my
breasts, starting to caress them.  My indignant shout turned into a moan of
pleasure.

 "Nipples are too small now, though, " I heard Lisa whisper, as if
to herself.  As I watched, my nipples started to grow.  From pencil eraser-
size, they inflated until they were huge, the size of the first joint of a
man's finger.  They stood away from my chest on conical areolas,
reaching more than an inch out from the tips of my tits.  They were huge,
crinkled and hard.

 Lisa took my newly-enlarged nipples between her fingers, and I
screamed.  They were so amazingly sensitive that I came as soon as she
touched them.  My knees buckled and I would have fallen over if Lisa
hadn't caught me.  She picked me up bodily and carried me to the bed.
She laid me gently down on it, then climbed on next to me and started to
kiss my tits.

 I was in ecstasy.  It felt so good, I couldn't believe it.  I moaned
and squealed constantly as Lisa's tongue ran all over my breasts, leaving a
trail of cool skin behind her.  When she finally stopped swirling around
my nipple to tease me, and actually took it into her mouth, I screamed
again.  I never would have thought I could have two orgasms that close
together, but then again, I'd never had giant, hyper-sensitive female
nipples before.  Lisa just sucked my big nipple deeper into her mouth, and
I kept coming.

 When the orgasm subsided somewhat (it hadn't really stopped
yet,) I noticed that I could feel Lisa's hand working away at my crotch.  I
looked down, in between my big titties, to see her hand at my pussy,
rubbing at my clit.  Her other hand was working away at her own cunt,
and she was moaning too, though not as much as I was.  I don't know
what it was, must have been that Lisa WANTED me to have amazingly
sensitive nipples and the leprechaun's spell implemented it, but Lisa
sucking them felt so good.  It felt even better than her hand fingering my
pussy.  I kept coming, over and over again.

 After a while, though, I could feel something building up.  As Lisa
continued to finger-fuck me and suck on my nipple, I started to move
towards a larger orgasm.  All the other ones were just little pre-orgasms,
as good as they had felt at the time, but this one was the main event.
When it hit, my entire body just locked up, every muscle spasming at
once.  I couldn't move; there wasn't anything I cold do but scream and
hope it never ended.  Dimly, I could hear Lisa screaming her own orgasm
at the same time, pressing her big breasts (the same size as mine!) up
against me, but not stopping with her hand and mouth.  For that I was
eternally grateful.

 When both our orgasms finally subsided, we laid there on the bed
for a while, sweaty and spent.  Sheer exhaustion kept us from moving.
Eventually, I sat up and felt the gigantic tits hanging from my chest.

 "Ok, Lisa, that was fun but change me back now."

 "What do you mean?"

 "Well, since I changed again, that means that if you change your
mind about what you find attractive, I'll change to match it. Think about
it.   All you have to do is decide you want me to change into my old self
and I will."

 "Uh, ok.  I'll try.  Here goes."

 I waited expectantly for something to happen.  After about twenty
seconds of silence, I decided to break it.

 "Well?"

 "I'm trying!"

 "What do you mean 'I'm trying?'  This is my life we're talking
about!  I'm supposed to be at work right now!  I can't just stay like this!"

 "Yeah, but how am I supposed to DECIDE to find something
attractive?  You don't have to worry about work.  I called them and told
them you were sick before you woke up.  We can deal with that, but how
the hell am I supposed to change what I want you to look like?"

 "Damn it, Lisa!"  I stopped for a minute, realizing this was going
nowhere.  I went on, in a calmer voice, "ok, I guess I understand.  I
guess I'll just have to wait until that Leprechaun shows back up and have
him turn me back.  Can you at least shrink these breasts down some?
They're huge.  It's kind of uncomfortable."

 "You don't seem to mind them on me," she sulked.

 "Yours are the same size, but you're at least eight inches taller than
me right now.  Not to mention that you look about twice as old.  On me,
these tits look ridiculous.  How many times have you seen a thirteen-year-
old girl with DD-cup tits?  Come on, you don't have to shrink them down
completely, just make them a little bit smaller, so that I'll be more
comfortable."

 "Ok, I'll try."  Her brow furrowed, and she got a look of
concentration on her face.  She was quiet for a few moments, then said
"It's no use.  I don't WANT to shrink them, I like them.  In fact, I wish
they were bigger."

 "No!" I shouted, but it was too late.  I don't think Lisa was
intentionally trying to punish me at that point, but as soon as she formed
the thought, my titties started to grow.  Once again, I could feel them
swelling on my chest, getting bigger and heavier even as I watched.  They
stopped when they'd reached a truly stupendous size, somewhere larger
than a cantaloupe.  If I had thought I looked ridiculous before, I was
wrong.  Now I looked ridiculous.

 My nipples had grown at the same time.  Huge didn't even begin
to describe them.  The actual nipple was about an inch thick, and it stuck
out easily an inch from the areola.  My areolas were cone-shaped now,
though, so that added nearly another inch to my jutting nipples.  I couldn't
believe it.  They were thicker than my thumbs.  They were thicker than my
thumbs HAD been when I was still a man.  They were huge.

 And they were so sensitive I almost imagined I could feel the air
currents of the room blowing against them.  They were rock hard, of
course.  Lisa immediately lunged for them.

 "No, you don't!" I exclaimed, pushing her back and twisting
away.  "No more!  If I let you have your way, you'll do nothing but have
sex with me and inflate my tits all day long!"

 "Well, what else am I going to do?" She demanded.

 "I don't know, but I'm certainly not going to reward you for this!"
I said, gesturing at my gigantic chest.

 And that was that, for a while at least.  We tried to avoid each
other, puttering around the house for most of the day.  I didn't want her to
see me, because I knew how much she'd want me, and I didn't want to
see her because I knew the attraction was mutual.  I had been able to
refuse her because I was pissed off; I had no illusion that I'd be able to
again.  My enlarged, sensitive breasts were making me hot, and I could
feel myself getting wet.

 In the meantime, I just hung around the house, not doing much of
anything.  I was finding it impossible to concentrate on magazines or
television in my current state.  You have to imagine how strange it is; your
body is one thing you take for granted.  It's just supposed to feel normal.
How could I possibly feel normal and comfortable when I couldn't feel a
dick between my legs, and instead I felt a somewhat moist slit?  Not to
mention the huge tits hanging from my chest, or the long hair cascading
over my shoulders.  I just wasn't comfortable in my own skin.

 Furthermore, it occurred to me, what the hell are we going to do
when this is all over and the leprechaun turns me back into my right self?
I had kind of glossed over it while dealing with the even more astounding
discovery that I had turned into a teenage girl, but Lisa had dropped a
rather large bombshell when she revealed that she was gay.  Call it
bisexual if you want, but the fact remained that she was enormously more
attracted to me as a thirteen-year-old girl than she ever had been when I
was a man.  Things like this tend to put a rather large dent in a marriage.

 Hours later, I was still mulling that one over when Lisa came into
the room.

 "Get up, we're going out," she informed me, throwing a wad of
clothing my way.

 "What do you mean, we're going out?" I asked.  "Like this?"
Gesturing down to my very female body.  I had put on one of my T-
shirts, which now hung on me baggily, but it was sufficiently skin-tight at
the chest area to get my point across.

 "How else?" She responded.  "If I can't fuck you, I'm at least
going to have some fun with you before it's 'back to normal.'  Besides,
nobody will recognize you.  How could they?"

 I wasn't really hot on the whole idea, but she was right.  There
was no way anyone would mistake me for my real self like this.  All
they'd see was an attractive young girl.  And I was bored as hell just
sitting around the house.  I decided to roll with it.

 Straightening out the bundle Lisa had thrown at me, I shook it out
and recognized one of her dresses.  It was a loose fitting sort of summer
dress that she had ordered from a catalogue but never worn, since it was
catastrophically short, not even coming down past her crotch.  Even on
my much shorter frame, it was still pretty revealing, coming only as far
down as my upper thigh.

 "Hey, how about some underwear?" I called out.

 Lisa reappeared with a pair of wadded up panties.

 "There's no way I could find a bra to fit you.  You've got to be
something like a 30-F.  I don't think they even make anything like that.
Here's some panties, though."

 The panties didn't fit me either.  I still had the hips of a fifteen-year
old.  They were the string-sort, however; a very skimpy thong, so I was
able to knot up the strings and keep them from falling down around my
ankles.  It felt weird, like a constant wedgie.  I had to stop myself from
constantly trying to pick it out of my ass.  Apart from that, the rest of my
ass felt alarmingly bare.  Lisa also lent me a pair of sandals.

 I couldn't believe I was going to do this.  I couldn't believe I was
really going to venture out of the house as a teenage girl.  But I just kind
of got swept up in Lisa's preparations and had to go along with it.  I
managed to avoid most of her cosmetic suggestions, and soon we were in
the car.

 We arrived at some nameless nightclub, the one that always seems
to appear in stories like this, and walked up to the door.  I was quickly
losing my nerve.

 "Hey!" I said.  "I can't go in there!  It's 21-and over.  They'll never believe I'm that old!"

 Lisa ignored my protests and half-dragged me to the door.  The
huge bouncer at the door (who I was quite aware would not have seemed
so huge to me yesterday) checked Lisa's ID and than looked askance at
me.  His eyes focused on my plump titties, flicked up to my face, and
down to my tits again.  I was uncomfortably aware that the dress I was
wearing, having been originally ordered for Lisa, had much too large a
neck hole for me and was currently exposing a vast amount of cleavage.
The bouncer didn't seem to notice how badly it fit.  I was just waiting for
him to tell me I wasn't allowed so we could go home.

 "How old is she?" He grunted towards Lisa.

 "She's twenty," Lisa replied, slipping the bouncer a bill of the
same denomination.

 "Why, so she is," he muttered.  "I guess that's close enough, isn't
it?"  He waved us through.

 We walked inside.  We were immediately hit with a blast of ice-
cold air-conditioned air.  After the hot summer weather, it felt like the
arctic.  I felt it blow up my dress and around my bare ass, and also down
the neck, and my nipples sprang to maximum hardness.  Looking down, I
realized I had two thumb-sized points sticking out the front of my dress.  I
wasn't even wearing a bra.  The only thing covering my nipples was one
layer of this paper-thin, crepe-like fabric.  I felt I was naked.

 From the pop-eyed stares I got from every man in the club, I might
as well have been.  Here I was, with a young, innocent face but the largest
tits and nipples any of them had ever seen.  I couldn't stand it.  I headed
straight for the bar and boosted myself up on a stool, facing the bar and
hunching over.  I started sucking down beers in short order.  Even as
quick as I had moved, I had to turn down four guys with invitations to
dance.

 Lisa sat next to me, not saying much for a while.  My nipples
stayed hard and I stayed hunched over facing the bar.  I didn't want
anyone to see me like this.  These nipples were huge, freakish things, not
to mention the breasts they were on.  But as huge as they were, the
nipples were what bothered me most.  They stuck straight out, a total of
nearly two inches from my already jutting tits, and were clearly visible
through my dress.

I just stayed there, turning down offers to dance and not even talking to
Lisa.  I couldn't understand what she had intended.  This certainly wasn't
any fun for either of us.  After about three beers, I realized I was feeling a
lot drunker than I should.  It occurred to me, somewhat sluggishly, that I
probably didn't even weigh a hundred pounds now (well, probably more
than a hundred, when you add on the fifteen or twenty pounds of titty)
and I had been sucking down beers like I had when I was a man.  I was
heading towards sloshed, and not really giving a shit, when Lisa leaned
over to whisper in my ear.

 "You know one of the things that really attracted me to Jenny?"

 "Who the hell is Jenny?"

 "The girl that you look like now.  You know what?"

 "What?"

 "Maybe I'm perverted, but it really turned me on that she was
always attracted to men too.  She'd talk about it, and it would always get
me going.  Like I had to fuck her better than a man could, or something."

 "What the hell does that have to do with anything?" I asked, but
just then something weird happened.  Another guy asked me to dance, and
as I turned around, intending to put him in his place like I had the others, I
found myself looking at him instead.  He was really attractive even
though, like the others, his eyes stayed focused on my huge jutting
nipples.  I didn't mind too much; I was paying more than the normal share
of attention to the bulge in the crotch of his jeans.  I could feel myself start
to get wet.

 "She was like a nympho or something," Lisa whispered to me.
"She could never say no to cock.  It turned me on so much."

 I found myself accepting his invitation to dance, and getting up on
the dance floor with him.  I didn't even know his name, but I was pressed
up against him, my huge nipples poking him in the chest, bumping and
grinding my pussy against him.  He grabbed me by my ass and pulled me
against him, all the while moving and thrusting rhythmically on the dance
floor.  My supremely sensitive nipples rubbed upwards against his chest,
through my dress, and a little moan escaped my lips.  That felt so good!

 I could see he couldn't take his eyes off my nipples.  I couldn't
blame him, they were gigantic.  I'd had them all day and I could barely
believe how large they were.  His hands slipped up under my dress,
kneading my bare ass cheeks.  His hands against the bare flesh of my ass
were turning me on even more.  As he kneaded them I could feel the thong
moving back and forth along the crack of my ass.  I knew he had my
dress hiked up and everyone in the club could see him feeling my thong-
split ass cheeks, but I didn't care.  My pussy was soaking wet.  I couldn't
believe how hot I was getting over another guy.

 Don't get me wrong, I knew that this was all Lisa's doing.  It
didn't change the fact that at that moment, I was completely unable to
resist.  I wanted cock; that was all I could focus on.  I wanted this guy to
fuck me more than I had ever wanted anything before.  I started even
rationalizing it in my head.  I was a girl now.  It wasn't being strange or
homosexual to want a guy.  What was homosexual was the attraction I
still had for Lisa.  Or at least that's what I found myself thinking.

 His hands on my bare ass pulled me up towards him, and he
started licking my neck.  Still rubbing rhythmically against me in a near
approximation of dancing, he slid his tongue down into my cleavage and
started licking my titties.  The neck of this dress was so big that he could
nearly reach the nipples.  As he pushed the fabric down with his chin, he
did finally uncover a nipple.  His eyes popped again, seeing the huge
thing bare for the first time.  He started to lick it.  I could feel myself
getting near coming, even here on the crowded dance floor.

 Suddenly I heard Lisa behind me, saying "Jenny, I think it's time
to go."  I turned around to face her, disheveled, with my nipple still
sticking out of my dress.  Lisa reached out to cover it with the fabric, in
the process giving it a little pinch that forced an aroused groan out of me.
I had been so close to coming!

 "But you're welcome to come, too," she said, turning to my dance
partner.  "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name..."

 "Mike," he replied.

 I wanted to ride with Mike, but somehow Lisa got her way, and he
ended up following us while we drove back to our house.  It turned out to
be a good thing, since we had to get our cover story straight, it was just
that I wanted cock so much that I couldn't think straight.  Lisa finally got
me to listen to her long enough to agree that I was her twenty-year-old
cousin, staying with her while her husband was away.  All the time we
were talking, though, she was driving with one hand while the other
caressed my tits and pussy.  Both of my hands were rubbing my body
meanwhile.

 She pulled up my dress and pulled down my panties, forcing her
hand in between my legs.  I didn't try to resist.  Her fingers started to
work in my bald twat, pushing in and out of me, while my own hands
were now free to concentrate on my breasts.  I rubbed my huge nipples
through the fabric of my dress, moaning in arousal.

 Lisa's hand wasn't working fast enough in my pussy to get me off
quickly, but my fingers on my nipples were more than making up for it.  I
was just getting near to coming when we pulled into the driveway and
Lisa said "we're home!"  She pulled her hand away from my cunt, and I
was left on the brink of orgasm.  I wanted to stay in the car and
masturbate until I came, but she half-dragged me from the car as Mike was
pulling in behind us.

 When we got inside, she fed Mike our cover story, understanding
that I was too aroused and confused to think that straight, and then said
"well, I guess I'll leave you two alone for a while."

 That was all I needed.  I grabbed Mike by the hand and dragged
him straight to the guestroom.  I NEEDED to get off.  I was so wet, I'm
surprised I didn't squish when I walked.  I ripped my dress getting it off,
and started to work on his clothes.

 Mike realized that I was too horny to do anything but fuck, so he
pushed me away and started to undress himself.  When he pushed down
his boxers, his large dick finally coming into view, I almost came from the
sight of it.  I found myself dropping to my knees in front of it and taking it
into my hands.  Rubbing my fist up and down the length, I leaned
forward and wrapped my lips around a cock for the first time.

 I loved it!  I knew it was all Lisa's doing, but I couldn't get
enough.  I sucked his cock, feeling it slip into my mouth as I pumped my
head back and forth.  It didn't taste bad, and it felt so good and smooth
against my tongue.  Mike's cock was long, about eight or nine inches, and
very thick.  It also felt like he had shaved the hair off his dick and balls,
because there was only hair above his cock, in an artificial rectangular-
shaped pattern.  What was sliding in and out of my face was smooth and
hairless.

 I kept on sucking him as he backed up to sit down on the bad,
scrambling after him on my knees, anxious to keep his cock in my mouth.
When he sat down, that left me on my hands and knees, with my plump
titties hanging down and my thong panties pulling up tighter against my
asshole.  I thrust my face back and forth, licking at his cock with my
tongue and pumping it in and out of my mouth.  My tits swung around
wildly.  It felt so good to suck cock.

 Apparently, it felt good to Mike too, as he was starting to buck his
hips in response to the blowjob I was giving him.  I was surprised he'd
come so fast; it had only been five minutes or so since I started going
down on him.  But in retrospect, it occurs to me that I was probably
giving him the best blowjob of his life.  I had actual experience of what
feels good to a cock.  And I was nothing if not enthusiastic...

 Mike started to cum, and I backed his cock out of my mouth
almost all the way.  Gripping the tip with my lips, I started to jack him off
as hard and fast as I could.  The long, hairless shaft felt as good in my
hand as it had in my mouth.  I could hear him start to grunt and I knew it
wouldn't take long.  Suddenly, his dick started to jerk and I could feel and
taste the cum shooting out into my mouth.  It tasted good, salty and
creamy.  I swallowed it all.

 I kept sucking his flaccid dick, waiting for it to harden again.  I
didn't have long to wait.  One he was completely hard again, I pulled back
from his cock, bending over to remove my sodden panties.  I knew he'd
last longer on his second go, and I wanted to be fucked, long and hard.

 I pushed him back onto the bed and crouched over him, lining up
his dick to impale myself on it.  I stuck the tip into my bald pussy, and
slid down it until it was buried in my cunt.  I was so wet and slippery that
it was no strain at all.  I was being fucked.  I loved it!  My pussy felt so
full and hot.

 I started to bounce up and down in his lap, feeling his dick work
itself in and out of me.  My tits bobbed up and down wildly.  His dick
was sliding in my pussy easily, but it felt like it was red-hot.  Not that it
felt bad, mind you, but it felt so hot.  I couldn't get enough.  Each time I
slammed myself back down into his crotch, I mad sure to roll my hips so
that my engorged clit would make contact with his pubic bone, but I don't
think I needed to.  I was getting so much pleasure from his dick
penetrating deep inside me that I don't think I needed anything else.  In
less than a minute, I started to come.

 I thought the orgasms Lisa had given me were fantastic, but they
were nothing compared to this one.  All through it, I was screaming like
crazy, and there was this spot deep in my pussy that felt great every time
the tip of his dick brushed up against it.  I don't know if it was the G-spot
that women are supposed to have or what, but every time his cock touched
me there, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin.  It kept my
orgasm going for a long time, minutes, before it finally subsided.

 But I didn't stop squirming around in his lap, fucking myself with
his cock.  It felt just as good, and I just kept on going.  The violent motion
of my breasts leaping around on my chest was getting painful, though, so
I reached up to hold onto them while I impaled myself with even more
force.  My gigantic, thumb-sized nipples were so hard they ached.  I
tugged and twisted on them, making jolts of pleasure shoot through my
body to my hairless pussy.

 I came twice more before he did.  Each time, I didn't even slow
down, I just kept on going.  I was obsessed with getting the feeling back,
with reaching the next orgasm.  I couldn't stop.

 When Mike finally came, I was just coming down off the heights
of my third orgasm.  His cock started to twitch in my cunt, and he started
to groan louder.  I could feel him tense up, and then my pussy, already
amazingly hot and wet, got even hotter and wetter.  I could feel all his cum
shooting up into me.  I was amazed that he had so much left after the first
load that he had shot into my mouth.

 I collapsed down onto his chest, squashing my huge breasts
underneath me.  I rested there, with his cock still in my pussy.  It felt
weird; it went limp, still inside me, but then gradually started to harden
again.  In five minutes or so, it was back to a full erection.

 Now, Mike took the initiative.  He lifted me easily off his cock,
and put me down on the bed next to him.  I was too  exhausted from three
terrific orgasms to resist.  He rolled me over so that I was on all fours,
and then got behind me.  I could feel him lining up his cock against my
asshole.

 This wasn't necessarily what I had in mind, but I decided to relax
to the inevitable.  His slippery cock slid into my ass without much of a
problem.  I could feel the same feeling of fullness that I had when he
fucked my cunt.  His cock felt good and smooth, filling my ass.  As he
started to thrust in and out, I pushed back into him for maximum
penetration.  My big, heavy titties swayed, then swung about forcefully
again as he picked up speed fucking my asshole.

 The force of his butt-fuck forced me forward until I was face down
on the bed, with my back arched and my ass in the air, so that I could
finger my cunt.  The feeling of Mike's cock filling my ass and my hand
working my smooth cunt was too much.  I let loose with another orgasm.

 Lisa picked this moment to come into the room.  The first thing she
saw was her transformed husband, face down and ass up, being butt-
fucked and screaming in orgasm as he fingered his cunt.  I'm no mind
reader, but from the way she acted, I think it turned her on immensely.
The first thing she did was to push Mike down on the bed (pulling his
cock from my asshole) and straddle him, impaling her own pussy on his
prick.

 For a minute, I could do nothing but lay there, exhausted.  When I
came around, though, the first thing I saw was my wife bouncing up and
down on another man's cock.  I was jealous.  And worse yet, I was
jealous of both of them.  She was my wife, but I wanted that cock all to
myself.

 I went straight to both their crotches, licking madly.  Lisa slowed
down, no longer bouncing up and down but rolling her hips slowly, so
that I could lick them both while they fucked.

 The worst part was having to make a choice.  I wanted to lick her
pussy, but at the same time I couldn't resist his cock!  Maybe I was a bit
indecisive, but what I did was to lick the exact place where they came
together, running my tongue from Lisa's clit down to Mike's dick, and
back again.  They didn't stop fucking, although they did slow down.  As
my tongue slid over them, his dick kept moving in and out of her pussy.  I
guess they liked being licked at the same time, since both of them were
moaning much louder now.

 They were moving faster now.  It was getting uncomfortable to
have my face right there while they were working up to normal fucking
speed, but I didn't want to stop licking.  Lisa started to buck her hips
harder, and Mike started to grunt.  They came at the same time, and I
could taste Mike's hot cum mixing with Lisa's pussy juice, and both were
leaking out of her and onto my tongue.

 Now it was me that pushed her off of Mike's cock, and straddled
him.  Mike was, by this time, feeling kind of tired.  His dick was
completely limp, but I started to rub my wet pussy up against it, sliding
around on his crotch.  It took awhile, but eventually the feeling of my
slippery, smooth little-girl pussy sliding around on his cock got him hard
again.  As his dick hardened back to a full erection, it just naturally slid
into my loosened, well-lubricated cunt.

 Now I was filled again.  All his hot, hard cock was sticking up
into my pussy.  I wanted to be fucked from behind, so I spun around on
his cock, and we managed to get into position, with me on all fours and
Mike on his knees behind me, without his dick leaving my pussy.  I didn't
want him to EVER stop fucking me.  His big cock was filling my hot wet
pussy, thrusting in and out from behind, and I couldn't think of anything I
wanted more.  My fat titties swung from my chest, faster and faster as he
fucked me.

 About this time, Lisa recovered from her own fucking and decided
to join in.  She slid underneath me in a 69-position and started licking like
I had before, alternating my clit and Mike's dick.  This left her pussy right
in front of my face, so I leaned down and started to return the favor.  Her
pussy still tasted like Mike's cum.  I was licking another man's cum out of
my wife's cunt, and I loved it!  I couldn't stop; it tasted so good!

 Meanwhile, Mike was still fucking my pussy.  At least my tits
were now resting on Lisa's stomach, so that they wouldn't swing around
so much.  As big as they were, it hurt if they swung too fast.  But I
wanted him to fuck me as fast and hard as he could.  I loved having my
new pussy filled with cock.  I wanted more.  I wanted to be fucked for the
rest of my life.

 Pretty soon, however, Lisa reached up around my ass and ran her
fingers up and down my crack.  When her fingertips found my asshole,
she slowly slid the tips of her first two fingers into my ass.  I started
jumping around like I was on fire!  It felt so good to have both my holes
filled at once!  I started to come right away, and just kept on coming.  I
thought my orgasm was going to go on forever, and it might have, if Mike
hadn't come.  As it was, though, my orgasm must have lasted ten
minutes.  A ten minute orgasm!  All the time, Lisa was sucking my clit
and fingering my asshole, and Mike was fucking my pussy.  It couldn't
have felt any better without someone sucking my nipples!

 As soon as Mike came, Lisa tried to push me away from him and
suck him back to an erection, but I wouldn't let her.  With a cry of
"MINE!" I pushed her away from him (a good trick, considering that she
was bigger than me) and started sucking him myself.  Maybe I pissed Lisa
off, but I was too far gone to care.  I just took his limp cock into my
mouth and started sucking away, with my hand reaching down to finger
my hairless little cunt.

 This time, it took a long time indeed for his cock to harden, even
with me sucking it as well as I could.  I knew this would probably be the
last load of cum we'd get out of him for the night.  He was moving
sluggishly and was obviously exhausted from all the sex.  As his dick
slowly hardened in my mouth, I sucked harder and harder, trying to get
him to cum as quickly as I could.  When he finally did, there wasn't much
of a fanfare about it, his dick just shot it's last load up into my hot and
waiting mouth, and he passed out from exhaustion.

 Immediately, I turned to Lisa.  She was watching from the other
side of the bed, masturbating furiously, and was obviously getting near
her orgasm.  I realized I had been a bit greedy about Mike's dick, and I
wanted to share.  Still masturbating myself, I went over to her, kneeling in
front of her, and opened my mouth, letting Mike's cum drip out of my
mouth and into hers.  In one long, slow drop.  I never thought I'd be
sharing another man's cum with my wife.

 Lisa was moaning from the pleasure of finger-fucking herself, and
also from the taste of the cum.  I could feel my own orgasm approaching
quickly.  I leaned forwards and started to kiss her.  Both our mouths were
full of Mike's cum and the other one's pussy juice.  Tasting cum and my
own pussy juice in my wife's mouth as I kissed her turned me on even
more, and I started to finger my pussy faster.  Our tongues twisted
together as our hands worked furiously in our own crotches, racing one
another to orgasm.  She reached it first, but only by a second or two.  In
no time, we were both coming hard, while still finger-fucking ourselves
and kissing with cum-filled mouths.

 When our orgasms finally subsided, we were as worn out as
Mike.  Barely taking time to get under the covers, we fell asleep in each
other's arms, with Lisa's hands absently stroking my huge nipples.

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 Well!  This was more fun to watch than I had thought!  I must give
Seamus credit; he does know how to set up a show!

 I kept part of my awareness on Johnny and his friends through the
night, in case something came up (ha ha!  I kill myself.)  The only thing
that happened was that Mike woke up and dressed himself, then left.  I
don't think he could have gotten it up if he'd wanted to.

 As he left, he looked down at Johnny and Lisa cuddling together
and muttered to himself, "Crazy chicks!  Cousins!  Well, if they're going
to do some lesbian incest shit, I won't complain.  Especially since I
benefited from it.  That girl Jenny CAN'T be twenty, though, no matter
what her cousin says.  Seventeen tops, and that only 'cause of those tits.
No pubes!  If she was flat-chested, she'd look twelve.

 Ah, what do I care?  They don't know my last name.  They can't
track me down.  Better get out of here before they wake up and call the
cops or something.  Can never tell what crazy chicks are going to do."

 I made a note about Mike; I thought he might make a good
customer.  But I kept half an eye on that cracked crystal ball, watching
Lisa and Johnny.  I was interested to see what happened when Seamus
came back for the next wish.

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 I woke the next morning to realize there was a leprechaun standing
on my chest.

 "Wake up, ye damned idiot!  Make your wishes and be quick
about it!  Do ye think I've got nothing better to do than to wait on the likes
of ye?"

 "What the hell are you doing in my bed?" I asked.

 "Looking at ye and your wife, lass!" The leprechaun replied.
"Faith and Begorrah, but ye've turned yourself into a fine, young-looking
piece of ass!  Nice tits!  And your wife, me bucko, is a fine piece of ass as
well.  If I wasn't a foot and a half tall..."

 He trailed off when he realized I wasn't listening to him any more.
I was thinking to myself.  I wanted to be my old self again, but did I really
want to right now?  I mean, the sex I had gotten in the last two days was
some of the greatest in my life.  Even the sex I had had with a guy.  I
knew that thought would make me throw up when I turned back to
myself, but right then I wanted more of it.

 "I've only thought of one wish.  Can you come back tomorrow for
the last one?"

 "Dammit, lass!  Didn't I just say I've got better things to do?
That's the damned problem with mortals today.  Five hundred years ago,
did they ask if I'd wait on their pleasure like some foolish girl?  Of course
not!  Mortals had some respect for faerie-kind in those days, I can tell
you..."

 "So you can, you just don't want to?"

 "Dammit, ye damned son-of-a bitch.  Or just a bitch, I mean.
Alright, bitch, if that's what ye want, fine!  Make your wish!"

 Lisa started to wake up about then.  She opened her eyes, looked
at the leprechaun, and said "Oh, fuck.  I didn't think I drank THAT
much."

 "Not this morning, lass!  Ye'll be getting no fuck from me at
least!" He stated.  He went on, muttering to himself, "Surest way to get
changed back to that damned stripper.  'Good Behavior' they said.
Dancing on tables without a stitch on, breasts hanging off me chest..."

 "My wish!" I said, mainly because I didn't really want to hear
where he was going with this.  "I want Lisa to change to match my desire,
like I changed to match hers!"  That should do it.  When he comes back
the day after tomorrow, I can just wish for the other wishes to be null and
void.

 "Done, ye damned bitch!" He said, and then again faded from
view.

 "Johnny?" Lisa started, then paused with a puzzled look.  "Or
Jenny, maybe.  Well, whatever I'm going to call you, was that your
leprechaun?"

 "However did you guess?"

 "So you're going to stay a girl?"

 "Until tomorrow.  It's interesting..." I said, pulling her head down
to suck my huge nipple.

 "Then do you mind if I..." she nodded towards my breasts,
significantly.  She wanted to make them bigger.

 "Do your worst.  They'll be gone tomorrow, but for now they feel
better the bigger they get."

 Lisa turned her attention back to my tits.  "Well, what would make
me really horny is if they were even bigger, and filled with milk."

 "What!?!" I yelped, but it was already happening.  My tits started
to swell up on my chest again.  As they grew, they also seemed to feel
full.  They grew out by inches before they finally stopped.  My nipples
were looking more normal now, compared to the breasts, but that's not
saying much.  Nipples that stick an inch out from cone-shaped areolas that
are an inch high themselves look strange, no matter how large the tits
they're on are.  And mine were huge.  And full.  I could feel the milk in
them, almost like it was sloshing around.

 "Exactly.  About a G-cup.  Perfect.  Fantastic!"

 "Great, I'm glad you like them," I said sarcastically, "but why the
hell did you make them full of milk?" I asked.

 "So I could do this," she said, and leaned over to suck on one of
my nipples.  I felt the milk shoot out of my nipple into her mouth, and I
moaned in ecstasy.  That felt so good!  Everything in this body felt so
good!

 She kept sucking the milk out of my titties, and I didn't want her to
stop.  I didn't want anything; I was incapable of coherent thought.  I never
thought my nipples could feel so good!  The only thing I was capable of,
actually, was reaching down to my crotch with my hands, and starting to
rub my pussy.

 My pussy was hot.  I never would have thought that having milk
sucked out of your tits was such an amazing turn-on.  Of course, I never
would have believed that I'd have breasts, let along milk-filled tits.  I
looked down at the huge, milky titties hanging from my chest.  The
weirdness of it struck me again.  I was a man.  And yet I had these two
huge udders full of milk hanging off of me and a bald pussy that had been
crammed full of cock the night before.

 I couldn't maintain my astonishment for long, though.  My mind
was much more taken up with my arousal.  Whether I had known about it
or not, having the milk sucked out of my titties gave me enormous sexual
pleasure, and I was enjoying all of it I could.  My fingers were moving
fast, in and out of my little-girl pussy, as Lisa suckled on my huge tits.  In
no time, I was coming, as much from the thought of my huge milk-filled
titties as the feeling that Lisa's lips and my own fingers were giving me.

 From there, Lisa slowly trailed kisses down my body to my
pussy.  Eating my pussy at top speed, she reached up to pinch the giant
nipples on my gigantic milky balloon-titties.  My milk continued to flow
out of my nipples in a steady stream, not squirting but leaking fluidly.
How much milk was I giving?  I thought she had sucked me dry, but there
seemed to be no lack of fluid in my breasts.

 As she ate my little hairless pussy, I was moaning again.  Each
time she changed me, I seemed to get hornier.  Was this a side-effect of
the changes, or was Lisa just wishing me hornier each time?  Either way, I
was now ready to go off like a firecracker, and with about as long a fuse.
By now it only took only five minutes or so to make me come, sometimes
less.  This was one of the times that it took less.  In practically no time, I
was writhing around on the bed again, moaning my immense pleasure.
As I started to come, I could feel my tits tense up, and milk started to
squirt out of my nipples in two little streams.  It was almost like I was
coming from by breasts.  The milk substituted for sperm.

 When I finally finished coming, I realized I was drenched from my
chin to my knees.  From knees to waist, I was covered with the pussy
juice that was leaking freely from my wet slit, and from my neck to waist,
I was covered in warm breast milk.  The two body juices were mixed at
the waist.  That's where Lisa started to lick them off of me, but she ranged
freely up to my thick, erect nipples and down to my engorged clit,
spreading the juices and milk over my skin as much as licking them off.

 I couldn't believe how good it felt.  I just lay there for a long time,
in the afterglow of orgasm, until I was completely rested.  Lisa had
fingered herself almost constantly while she was eating me, so she was as
satisfied as I was.  I got up out of the bed.

 Or at least, I tried to get out of bed.  It took me three tries.  My fat
titties were just too big and heavy for a body this size.  When I did finally
manage to get out of bed (by edging out sideways) I nearly fell over
forward.  My huge tits stood out straight and round, without drooping at
all, and they were still slowly dripping titty-milk.  Each one was larger
than my head.

 I could have gotten mad a Lisa for doing this to me, like I had the
day before, but it didn't bother me nearly so much now that I was
absolutely sure it was only temporary.  Like I've been saying, this female
body actually felt pretty good.  And sex from the female perspective was
nothing short of unbelievable.  Maybe when I wish for the leprechaun to
change me back, I'll ask him to make sex feel this good all the time, I
thought.

 But the real reason I wasn't pissed at Lisa was that it turned me on.
The whole thing: being turned into a girl, lesbian sex, little-girl face and
body, mixed with big-girl titties, all of it made me horny.  Even fucking
guys, but I knew that was directly attributable to Lisa.  It couldn't really
bother me right now, though, since it made me so horny.  I was wet and
slippery all the time.  I couldn't get enough sex.  Not from Lisa, not from
the guy I had picked up last night, not even from my own hand.  I was
terminally horny.

 I tried to relax, to calm down.  I couldn't have sex all the time, it
just wouldn't work.  I'd get, I don't know, chafed or something.  Leaving
Lisa limp and satiated on the bed, I got dressed in a T-shirt and the panties
I had worn yesterday, then went into the living room to try to watch TV.  I
almost fell over on the way there from the heavy weight hanging from my
chest.

 I plopped down in my favorite chair and turned on the TV.  I
wasn't usually home in the middle of the day, and I soon discovered that I
wasn't missing much in the way of quality programming on daytime TV.
I never was much for talk shows, and that was bout all I had to choose
from.  One of them was on men who had had sex changes, though, and I
got a kick out of that for a minute.  'If they only knew,' I thought
ruefully.

 Another talk show was on strippers.  It was some stupid subject
like people who didn't want their girlfriend or boyfriend to be a stripper,
but I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying.  They were
letting the strippers dance!  They weren't naked, of course, but they were
down to bikinis.  Talk about sexy!  And when they turned around I could
see that their bikini bottoms, though not really thongs, were still pulled up
into their ass cracks quite a bit more than is customary.

 As I watched, I could feel my body heat up, but in kind of a distant
way.  If I had really been aware of it, I would have turned the TV off.  As
it was, though, I just continued to watch.  My pussy started to get the hot
and wet feeling that I was by now intimately familiar with, and my nipples
sprung up.  That's when I really started to notice what was going on.
Nipples the size of mine kind of draw your attention.  They were sticking
way out through my shirt, clearly visible as they strained against the
fabric.  Huge, three-inch-wide areolas thrust up an inch or more in cones,
and the nipples themselves were an inch or more on top of that.  All told,
my hardened nipples stuck more than two inches out from my chest.
They were impossible to miss.

 I couldn't miss them, but I tried to ignore them.  So what if I was a
little horny?  It wouldn't kill me.  I kept watching the sexy dancers on the
screen in front of me.  They were bending over, kneeling and crawling
around on the floor in time to the sexy music.  When they bent over, their
panties pulled up tighter into their asses, making the distinction between
thong-style and regular panties more and more meaningless.  Their sexy
asses moved up and down, as they thrust their hips in apparent arousal.

 Suddenly, the crowd of the talk show started to scream, mostly
with women's voices.  The camera panned to the other side of the stage,
and a hugely muscled male stripper came out from behind a curtain,
wearing only a pair of bikini-style underwear.  He started to dance as
well, thrusting his pelvis forward in simulated fucking.  He turned
around, and I could see that his underwear was indeed a thong.

 I could feel myself getting even wetter.  The camera panned back
and forth on the stage, from the male stripper to the female ones, and each
time made me hotter and wetter than the last.  I could feel wetness on my
chest, and when I looked down, I saw that milk was starting to seep out
of my nipples and it was wetting my T-shirt.  If my nipples had been
visible through the shirt before, I may as not have been wearing it now.  It
was transparent.

 I kept watching, panting in sexual excitement.  I was bisexual
now.  I knew it wasn't me; it was just because of Lisa, but that didn't
change the fact that I was just as turned on by the male stripper, by the
clearly visible outline of his huge cock in his briefs, as I was by the
females and their big breasts.  Big!  I didn't think I could call those big
any more, when I had these huge G-cup tits hanging on my own chest.

 I tore off my shirt.  It wasn't doing any good, and it felt better to
let my big titties hang free, anyway.  I got up onto my knees on the chair,
my legs spread wide, and started to massage my enormous breasts.  It felt
so good to touch them.  I ran my hands over them, feeling how full of
milk they were.  They felt tight.  I didn't know what to do, so I brought
my hands to my nipples.  Grasping them each between two fingers, I
began to pull on my nipples.  Oh my god! That felt so good!

 I tugged harder on my tits, and milk sprayed out.  It felt
wonderful!  I kept going, tugging at my huge nipples like they were cows
udders.  Lisa had turned me into a piece of lactating jail-bait, and I loved
it.  I was actually getting off on being a milk-cow.  I was shocked, but at
the same time I was too horny to do anything about it.  All I could do was
to keep milking myself, shooting streams of milk from my huge, heavy
titties.  I was drenched in the stuff.  It was all over the chair, and my
panties were soaking wet.

 As I milked myself, I gradually felt the pressure in my breasts
decrease.  After a while, I was able to get by with just one hand on my
tits, milking them one at a time.  That was a particularly good development
because I was by then almost insanely horny for some penetration.  My
other hand shot into my soaking panties and immediately started finger-
fucking my pussy.  I came the instant my hand touched my cunt.

 But that was by no means the end of it.  I kept at it, rubbing my
engorged clit with my thumb while my fingers pushed into my soaking
wet pussy.  I was so wet, so relaxed, and so aching for penetration that I
felt like I could have fit a baseball bat up there.  I had to be satisfied with
three fingers, though.  And after four or five orgasms, I was.  Satisfied,
that is.  I felt myself creaming my panties as I came, my own female cum
leaking out of me to further soak my panties, already sodden with pussy
juice ant titty milk.

 'I couldn't have sex all the time, eh?' I thought to myself.  The
truth was, I couldn't stop!  I was too horny, and it felt too good.  Apart
from that, I had only been watching TV for an hour or so before my tits
were so full of milk that I had to be milked.  Was I going to have to do
this every hour for the next two days?

 I realized I probably was, and I actually found myself relaxing to
the idea.  It felt great, at least, and it was only for one more day, anyway.
I could live with it for that long, if it felt this good.  About the time I was
getting tired of it, I'd get my third wish and change myself back to a man.

 Third wish!  I hadn't even taken advantage of my second yet.  I
had become too wrapped up in what Lisa had done to me that I had
forgotten I could do the same to her!

 I got up out of the chair, steadying myself against the wall so that I
wouldn't be pulled over by the weight of my breasts, and headed for the
bedroom.  'Wouldn't it be great if Lisa had a taste of her own medicine?'
I thought.  'Wouldn't it be great if she had big, milky tits like these?
Wouldn't it be sexy?'

 By the time I got to the bedroom, the change had happened.  Lisa
was just waking up, confused by the sudden weight on her chest.  Her
huge, milky tits were making it hard for her to sit up.

 She turned to me.  "Jenny..."  I wished she'd call me by my real
name, but I didn't make a big deal of it right then.  "...what did you do?"

 "The same thing you did to me," I replied.  "Now spread those
legs!  I'm going to keep on doing the same things you've done to me."

 She complied, and I got awkwardly up onto the bed.  These huge
tits were getting in the way more and more, but they did feel good.  I bent
over her, feeling my soaking panties pull up tighter against my asshole,
and put my head between her legs and started to lick her pussy.  I licked
up and down, back and forth, but I kept getting hairs in my mouth.  I
hated that!

 "Hmm....  You'd be so much sexier if you didn't have any pubic
hair," I told her.

 As I watched, her pubes seemed to grow backwards, shrinking
into her skin.  In less than a second, her mound was completely hairless.
I licked my tongue all over the smooth skin of her pussy.  She was
moaning in ecstasy, and I wasn't far behind.  It made me horny as hell to
be able to do this to her, to get her off this much.

 But what was the point of changing her tits if I then ignored them?
I crawled up over her body, trailing milk on her as my tits dragged against
her.  I reached her titties and stopped, marveling at their size.  I knew that
mine were just as big, bigger in proportion since I was smaller, but I was
used to my own tits.  On her, these looked gigantic!

 I started to suck on them.  I realized that her nipples hadn't
changed, and were still the normal sized ones she had had before.  As
soon as I realized that wasn't what I wanted, her nipples started to inflate
until they were huge, like mine.  Now my wife and I had matching sets of
titties!

 I started to suck hers in earnest now.  Wrapping my lips around
her huge nipples was like wrapping them around a small cock.  Except
that, when I sucked Mike's cock, I was only rewarded with cum at the
very end.  With Lisa's titty, I was getting milk the whole time.  Her milk
tasted sweet and warm.  It felt so good as it squirted into my mouth with
every suck, running down my throat and making a little warm spot in my
stomach.  She was moaning louder now, from my tit-sucking, and I kept
going.

 My hand was inside my panties again, working in my crotch, and I
could see that she was fingering herself as well.  I kept on sucking her
enormous melon while I rubbed my finger all around my pubic mound,
inserting it into me and rubbing my clit.  I ran it back and forth along my
slit and nearly back to my asshole.  I was getting near orgasm.

 Lisa seemed to be about to come as well, so I started sucking even
harder, as hard as I could, on her nipples.  Milk shot into my mouth in a
steady stream, and her other nipples started to spray milk as well as she
tensed up before her orgasm.  Lisa's moan extended and got louder,
moving towards scream territory.  She started to come, bucking her hips
against me with her hand still fingering her crotch.  That set me off, and
my own orgasm started at the same time.  Once again, my whole body
tensed up, and my own nipples started to shoot a steady stream of milk.  It
was spraying down on the sheets, and soaking the bed.  I didn't stop
fingering myself, though, and I didn't stop sucking her nipple.  I wanted
all of her milk I could get.

 Just milk?  Hell, I wanted all the tit I could get!  I was amazingly
turned on, my body was crying out for sex, and I wanted Lisa to have
bigger tits.  As soon as this thought formed in my mind, her breasts began
to grow.  Her orgasm had just about subsided, so she had enough
presence of mind to look down to her chest and realize what was
happening to her.

 She didn't react like I had.  She just got a devilish smile on her
face and looked at my chest.  Then my tits started to grow.

 It felt so good to feel my already huge titties swelling up on my
chest.  Lisa's tits kept swelling along with mine.  It was like some weird
game of chicken or something; both of us were causing the other one's
breasts to swell up.  Our breasts had already been so big as to make
everyday life difficult.  If they got much larger, we wouldn't be able to
stand.  But I don't think either of us could stop.  I know that I was so
turned on, I couldn't help it.

 I reached back down into my panties to my bald pussy to finger
myself while I watched Lisa's breasts grow.  She was doing the same
thing on the other side of the bed, masturbating with her eyes glued to my
expanding titties.  Our melons were growing slower now, as if we both
wanted to see every inch of growth.  They were huge, watermelon-sized
titties, a matching set on each of us.

 We both kept on growing, and masturbating, as we drew closer
and closer to a climax.  I could feel my own orgasm starting to well up
inside me, and Lisa started to moan louder at the same time.  Our orgasms
hit only seconds apart, and we both fought to keep out eyes open while
we came, so that we could watch the continuing growth of the other's
breasts.  As our bodies tensed up, we both started to shoot milk from out
titties.  The bed was a puddle of the stuff.  We were each spraying milk
out of our breasts, onto the other, and fingering ourselves furiously in the
throes of orgasm.  My eyes were trying to squeeze shut, like they usually
do during orgasm, but I wouldn't let them.  It was such a sight to see.

 After I came, I wanted to get it on with Lisa in a more direct
fashion, but I discovered that we had a problem.  I tried to move closer to
her on the bed, but our tits were in the way.  They were beanbag-chair
sized; gigantic.  I could just see her face, peeking up over the top of one of
her breasts.  I reached for her pussy, but couldn't reach it.  I tried to move
around to get my head to it, but I couldn't even move.  I couldn't even
turn over to my back; my breasts were so heavy I was stuck on my side.

 Lisa was having the same problem.  I was starting to panic.
Thoughts of survival, of how I was going to get out of bed hadn't
occurred to me yet; I was just amazingly horny and I wanted to know how
I was going to get off!

 Lisa saved the day.  She couldn't move any more than I could, so
she couldn't reach my pussy, but she could reach my nipples.  She took
one in either hand (they were now pop-can sized) and started to tug on
them.  Quickly understanding, I grasped hers and tried to return the favor.

 It felt fantastic!  Each time my breasts grew, they got more
sensitive, and now they had grown to truly stupendous proportions.  It
makes sense that the pleasure they gave me had grown similarly.  I could
feel a hot, wet feeling between my legs, but I was getting off on the
feeling of my tits alone.  Both of us still had milk-filled titties, though, so
hanging on to the nipples wasn't as easy as it might seem.  But we did
hang on, continuing to milk each other like cows while we moaned and
groaned as we neared orgasm.

 It was quite possibly the strangest sex I've ever had (and if you've
read this far, you know that that's saying something).  Neither of us was
having our pussies touched; both are hands were on the other's nipples.
Nevertheless, our pussies heated up and got wetter from the feeling of
having our huge titties milked like cow's udders.  As we neared orgasm,
the amount of milk squirting from our breasts increased, until we were
finally squirting like garden hoses.  Our huge tit, huge nipples, and the
pressure involved had us giving milk in humanly-impossible amounts.

 As we pumped each other to orgasm, we spilled literally gallons of
titty-milk out onto the bed.  We were lying in pools of the stuff when we
finally started to come.  I could taste the milk, licking it off of the sheets,
as my girlish hips thrust back and forth in orgasm, creaming and coming
in my panties without my pussy having been touched.

 After that orgasm we both rested awhile, to regain our strength.  I
lay there on my side, reflecting on my situation.  The day before yesterday
I had been a normal man, but now I was a freak.  A young girl.  My body
looked fifteen or sixteen, my face twelve or thirteen, and my tits couldn't
even be assigned an age.  I was sure now that nobody had ever had tits
this size.  I had the biggest tits in the world.  Actually, I was tied for the
title with my wife.

 Apart from that, I was enjoying all of this.  It was hard to blame
myself, since it felt so good, but it was strange to enjoy being a girl after I
was so used to being a man.  Hell, I had even enjoyed being fucked by a
man.  But that wasn't my fault, after all.  Lisa had specifically said that I
should be attracted to guys.  'Can't say no to cock' had been her words, if
I recalled.

 And could I?  I didn't think so.  Just the thought of it right then
was getting me worked up again.  I started to whimper and buck my hips
in female arousal.  I could feel myself getting wet again, and my huge
nipples sprang to attention, standing four inches out from my fat titties.  I
wanted to be fucked again by a big, hard cock.  For the first time I
wondered where Mike had gotten to.  I needed cock.

 It occurred to me that I could have it.  Lisa had turned me into girl;
I could turn her into a guy!  As soon as the idea occurred to me, I tried to
resist it, but I never really had a chance.  It was a way to get some cock,
and like Lisa had wished, I could not say no to cock.

 This change happened much faster than our tits had grown.  I
didn't want to watch her change, I just wanted to get some dick in me as
fast as possible.  For a male appearance for Lisa, I hit upon the first thing
that occurred to me.  My old male self.  In seconds, that was what was
facing me from across the bed.

 "Wha?!?" Lisa exclaimed, in my voice.  She sat up, suddenly able
to do so again, and stared down at herself.  "So, Jenny, you don't really
prefer girls any more, do you?" she asked, developing her devilish smile
again.  It looked strange to see her expression on my face.  "All you want
is cock, isn't it?  Just hot thrusting cock?  Well, you're such a sexy little
girl that I just might give it to you."

 I was moaning incoherently and reaching out for her dick, but I
couldn't move, weighed down as I was by my gigantic titties.  Lisa
moved over towards me on the bed, kneeling next to my head, and I was
able to get myself up on one elbow so that my mouth was high enough to
reach her cock.  I just wanted it in me, I didn't care where or how.  I
needed her cock.

 Her cock was completely hairless, as her pussy had been.  I
wasn't sure if I had envisioned that when I turned her into a guy, but I
must have subconsciously, because it felt so good to take the hairless
length of her shaft into my mouth.  As I sucked it, it grew to match my
desire, until it was as big as it could possibly be and still allow me to suck
it.  I didn't want to ever have to stop sucking her cock.

 The hairless skin of her cock rubbed against the inside of my
mouth.  I was sucking it down as fast and hard as I could.  I could feel my
lips, wrapped around the shaft of her cock and slipping up and down the
length of it.  I could feel her hairless balls bouncing off my chin at the end
of every stroke.  I needed more.  I needed more cock.

 Lisa's pre cum started to drip from the tip of her dick, and I could
taste it.  The salty taste of cum seemed like the best thing in the world to
me.  I wanted more.  I started to suck her cock with renewed energy,
pumping it faster in and out of my mouth.  My lips slid along it from the
very tip until they were wrapped around the base of her dick, and I was
straining to take it all in.  I could feel it shoving down the back of my
throat, but I didn't gag.  I wanted more.

  The shaft was so slippery and lubricated with my saliva that I
could slide effortlessly all along it.  It was filling my mouth.  Lisa was
grunting with approaching orgasm, and feeding her cock to me faster and
faster, thrusting in and out of my mouth.  She was fucking my face harder
now, holding on to my head with her hands and forcing her cock down
my throat.  I didn't mind, as long as I kept feeling it filling my mouth and
her balls kept slapping against my chin.

 All at once, she shoved her cock completely down my throat and
grunted loudly.  I could feel the cum shoot down into my stomach.  I
pulled back so that I could get some in my mouth.  I wanted to taste it.
Her dick kept twitching and pumping cum into me until I had a mouthful
of the lovely, salty stuff.  I loved the taste of it.  I loved everything about
it.

 When Lisa's cock had finally stopped twitching, and she had
become limp in my mouth, I drew it slowly out from between my lips,
licking the cum off of it as I went, and finally swallowed her entire load.

 "Oh my god!" Lisa panted.  "I never felt anything like that!"  She
shuddered from the memory of her intense orgasm.  "It felt so good!"

 "Help me turn over onto my back," I told her.  "I want you to fuck
my pussy."

 With Lisa's help, I managed to lay flat.  She lifted one of my tits
while I rolled, and I managed to turn until I was on my back.  My huge
titties covered me from chin to waist, and the weight of them made it hard
to breathe.  I could feel the milk in them sloshing around.  How could
they be full again already?

 "Mmm, you look good like that!" Lisa said.  I thought it much
more likely that I looked like a freak.  Beanbag-chair sized titties on my
chest, spilling over to hide my arms almost completely, weren't
particularly attractive.  They were kind of arousing, though.

 "Just put it in me!" I demanded.  "I need your cock!"

 "Now, now, Jenny.  Don't be so demanding!  Anyway, how can I
fuck you?  I just came!  I'm not even hard."

 "I don't care!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  I was going insane with
desire.  I was so wet that I could feel the pussy juice flowing from my
bald twat.

 Lisa crawled up over my body to my face, and put her limp dick in
front of my face.  Without hesitation, I sucked it into my mouth.  Her
male crotch was pressing down onto my face, but I didn't mind.  All I
wanted now was to suck her cock.  I finally had it in me again.

 It felt so weird to suck a soft cock.  But she wasn't soft for long.
In no time, her long cock hardened in my mouth until it was once again
filling my whole face with as much cock as I could take.  As soon as that
happened, Lisa drew it back out of my mouth.

 I tried to sit up, to keep sucking my wife's cock, but the enormous
weight of my fat titties kept me flat on my back.  I moaned in frustration at
having to stop sucking her dick, until I realized where she was going with
it.  Lisa was kneeling between my legs and getting ready to fuck my
willing pussy.  She dragged my panties off and threw them into the
corner.  They made a wet squishing sound when they landed.

 I kept moaning, but now it was from pleasure.  I spread my legs as
far as they could go, begging her to fuck me hard.  She didn't waste any
time.  As teasing as her words had been, I knew she was just as horny as
I was.

 I felt her huge cock filling my wet pussy.  Even after last night, it
was a strange sensation.  But that's not to say that it wasn't enjoyable.
Her cock was bigger than Mike's had been, and I could feel it stretching
my cunt.  I was as wet as a girl can be, but she was BIG!  She must have
been a foot long.  I wasn't sure how all that cock was going to fit in me,
but I was willing to try!

 Finally, she had it in all the way.  My hairless cunt was stretched
beyond belief, and felt burning hot, but I didn't want her to stop.  It hurt,
but it also felt so good.  She started to move it in and out of me, and I
thought I was going to explode from the intense pleasure I felt emanating
from my burning hot cunt.  After only a few seconds of fucking, I DID
explode, in the most amazing orgasm of my life.  My tits exploded too,
shooting hot milk all over Lisa and I.  Waves of throbbing pleasure ran
from my pussy out to the rest of my body, immersing me in ecstasy.  This
was better than the ten-minute orgasm I had experienced the night before.
This was better than ANYTHING I had ever felt.  Everything I could feel
was exploding.  My huge titties were shooting milk up a foot into the air.
We were both soaking wet with titty-milk.  It felt wonderful.

 Lisa didn't stop fucking me just because I was coming, and her
continued thrusting in and out of my wet hole kept my orgasm coming in
waves.  Lisa was lying on top of me now, resting firmly on my tits.  They
were so huge there was no way she could kiss my mouth, but she was
sucking on the nipples.  I hadn't noticed, but she had shrunk them down
from coke-can size to just small enough that she could fit them in her
mouth.  And they were definitely in her mouth.  I could feel my titty-milk
shooting out of my nipples and into her hot mouth.  How did I possibly
have any left?  She was sucking them hard, and alternating nipples, so that
the one that was being sucked was enveloped in warm, wet suction and
had her tongue running all over it, while the other one, wet with her
saliva, was exposed to the chilly air, rock hard and still spraying as I
came.  Drops of milk ran down my huge breasts to the already soaked
sheets.  My nipples were once again so hard that they hurt, but even that
felt good, prolonging my orgasm.

 The feeling of Lisa's bald cock thrusting in my hairless pussy was
driving me wild.  It felt like a piece of white-hot iron splitting me in two.
But, oh my god, did it feel good!  I felt so hot, wet and slippery in my
cunt that I was going insane.  I kept screaming at Lisa to fuck me harder,
but in fairness, I think she was fucking me as hard as she could.  She
thrust her huge cock into my sopping wet pussy again and again, filling
me until the hairless skin of her crotch rubbed up against mine.  The wet,
smooth skin above the base of her cock felt so much better against my
erect clitoris than Mike's hairy crotch had last night.  I was nearing
another orgasm and in no time it hit, only a few minutes after the last, and
even better.  It was amazing.

 When I finally came down from my orgasm, my wife was
thrusting her cock even harder into my soft wet pussy.  She was breathing
harder now, too.  I knew her orgasm was approaching.  She pounded my
pussy harder and harder.  She reached around to grab my ass cheeks with
both her hands, spreading my ass wide, and pulled my pussy up to her
cock.  She impaled me again and again.  Her hands were rubbing up and
down my ass crack while her cock thrust into my cunt repeatedly, drawing
out so that only the tip remained in me only to shove the whole length into
me again.  She was fucking me faster and faster, and I could feel myself
approaching orgasm again as well.

 All at once, she pulled roughly on my ass, shoving her whole dick
inside me so hard and far that it hurt.  Two of her fingers which had been
rubbing teasingly at my ass bud slipped inside, filling my back door
completely.  As the pleasure of this sudden, unexpected rear intrusion
spread out over my body, I began to come.  And at the same time, Lisa
began to come as well.

 She started grunting loudly.  Her dick was so far up inside me that
it hurt, but she tried to push it further in.  She gave one more grunt, and I
felt her hot cum shoot out of her dick, filling my pussy completely.
Suddenly, I felt much hotter and wetter.  It felt like molten lava filling my
cunt, but it felt so good at the same time.

 My own orgasm was wonderful, but it couldn't compare to the last
two.  When I finally came down from it, I saw Lisa looking me in the
face.  Her chin was resting on my breasts.  It still seemed so weird to see
my old male face on someone else.

 "Let's get you turned over," she said.  "I want to fuck you in the
ass."

 I was amenable, and we went to work.  With Lisa's help, we were
able to shift around my huge titties to get me onto my stomach.  Actually,
almost my whole body was held up by the unbelievable expanse of my
tits.  I didn't have to be on my hands and knees; I was on my tits and
knees.  It almost felt like I was leaning forward onto two beanbags, but
these beanbags were hot, living flesh filled with milk, and I could feel
them.  I could also feel the milk leaking out of them as soon as I rested my
weight on them.  Forget the sheets, when this was over we were going to
have to throw out the mattress.

 Lisa knelt on the bed behind me and started rubbing her crotch up
and down the crack of my ass.  Her dick was limp, and I could feel the
soft, floppy flesh rubbing against me, from the bottom of my pussy to the
top of the crack of my ass.  Each time it ran past the little bud of my
asshole, I moaned and pushed back against Lisa.  I could feel her cock
hardening in my asscrack, gradually going from a soft mass to a hard
shaft that was still rubbing along the length of my crack.  I clenched my
cheeks together, grabbing her long cock in between them.  Both of us
groaned with pleasure.

 Finally, Lisa stopped teasing me.  She placed the tip of her cock at
the entrance to my ass, and slowly pushed it inside.  I gasped at the
feeling of her penetration.  I could feel the smooth, hairless skin of her
dick slipping past my asshole, filling my rear entrance.  Slowly,
gradually, her hot shaft slid into me.  I could feel it pushing into me from
behind.  I could feel it filling me, stretching my ass to accommodate it.  I
felt so full.

 When she had finally penetrated me completely, Lisa started to
slowly thrust her dick in and out of my ass.  Pleasure spread out from my
asshole in waves.  With each stroke she took, I thrust my ass backwards
into her, meeting her stroke and trying to maximize her penetration.  I
loved it!  I loved being fucked like a woman, in any hole, in any way.  I
loved taking it in the ass like a little slut!

 "More!" I screamed.  "Give me more of your cock!  Fuck my ass!
Fuck me!"

 "What a horny little girl you are!" Lisa said, laughing.  "What a
slut!  Spread your ass for me, Jenny!"

 I did what she wanted.  I reached back to grasp my ass cheeks,
spreading my ass wide as her cock stroked in and out of it.  I didn't need a
hand free to finger my pussy.  I could feel my orgasm approaching just
from the amazing pleasure I was getting from her dick filling my ass.  Her
hot cock was fucking me there with no resistance as my orgasm took off.
I could feel my milk spraying from my gigantic titties, directly onto the
sheets.  My orgasm was so strong that I didn't care about anything else.
It was just as good from an assfuck as it had been when her dick was in
my pussy.

 As my orgasm was reaching its peak, Lisa's started.  Once again,
she buried the head of her cock way up deep inside me, filling me
completely, and grunted as she shot her hot, wet sperm up into my ass.  I
could feel the warmth and wetness of it there, filling my ass like it had
filled my pussy.  Both of us collapsed there on the bed, with Lisa's cock
still in my asshole.

 We spent the remainder of the day fucking in every position
possible, given that my tits were so huge and heavy that I couldn't move.
When Lisa finally passed out, at about four in the morning, my mouth,
pussy, and asshole were sore from all the fucking, but I was content.  I
had enjoyed my time as a girl, but I was looking forward to being a man
again when the leprechaun showed up tomorrow.  I fell asleep, absently
massaging my clit.

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 Wow!  I make it a habit to look in on my customers now and
again, and that was the best damn show I'd seen in a long time!  I might
actually let Seamus out of his contract a little early for providing
entertainment like that.

 That Seamus!  What a kidder!  I wondered if he was watching, the
same as I was.  Probably.  His tastes and mine tend to run in the same
direction, and you might say he shares my sense of humor.  He didn't
share my telepathic powers, though, so he couldn't have known the plan
that was forming in Lisa's head as she fell asleep.

 Neither could Johnny!  Or Jenny, rather.  Man, had that guy gotten
into some weird shit.  I'm a bit of an authority on weird shit, you
understand, but bending over to get screwed in the ass by your wife while
resting on your milky, beanbag-sized tits is strange in anybody's book.

 I couldn't wait till I saw his face when he found out what his wife
had planned!

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 I woke the next morning to feel the enormous weight on my chest.
It all came back to me in a rush.  My huge tits!  Lisa as a man!  Wow,
what a fucking I had gotten!

 I couldn't sit up, but I raised my head and looked around the
room.  Where the hell was that leprechaun?  He was supposed to show up
for my third wish today.

 The leprechaun didn't appear, but Lisa did.  She walked into the
door, still naked and wearing my body.  Actually, now that I was looking
at her without being uncontrollably horny, I realized there were
differences.  Apart from the much larger cock, she was more muscular
than I had been, and a little taller.  Better looking too.  I could feel my
nipples getting hard at the sight of her.  They weren't big differences, but
it was definitely a new, improved version of my body.  I made a mental
note to have the leprechaun change me into that, instead of to exactly how
I had been before.

 "Hey Lisa, have you seen that leprechaun?  He's supposed to be
back today." I asked.

 "Don't call me Lisa, Jenny.  I think you're going to have to call me
John now."

 "Hey, I'll call you Ali-Baba and the Forty Thieves if you want.
After the way you fucked me yesterday, I'll do whatever you want.  But it
isn't going to last long.  Just until that leprechaun gets here and I wish
myself back into a man."

 "He was," she muttered.

 "What are you talking about?" I asked.

 "He was here already."

 "Well then where is he?  I haven't wished my wish yet."

 "He left," she replied.

 "How can he have left?  I haven't made my wish!"

 "Well, do you remember how he told you that leprechauns had to
abide by all human contracts?"  I nodded, and she continued.  "He said
you might remember.  Well, when he showed up, I woke before you did.
The leprechaun and I got to talking, and he kind of let it slip that wishes
were like property.  And since we're married, everything is community
property..."

 The enormity of what she was saying dawned on me all of a
sudden.  My mouth went dry.  "What did you wish for?" I asked her
quietly and disbelievingly.

 "It felt so good to fuck you.  I couldn't give it up.  I wished that all
the changes were permanent.  I'm you now.  I'll go to your work, do
your job, and when I get home I'll fuck the hell out of you.  For the rest
of your life."

 The whole thing was clear to me now.  I was stuck like this.  This
was permanent.  I was a young-looking girl with obscenely large,
lactating breasts.  I couldn't even try to find that shop again, to get it
reversed.  I couldn't even get out of bed.

 I had to get help!  I reached to the bedstand, but the phone was
missing.

 "Don't you think I thought of that?" Lisa asked.  "I wouldn't want
my sexy little slut to escape."  She sat down on the bed and started to
massage one of my breasts.  In spite of myself, I could feel myself getting
wet.

 "I don't think you'd really want to escape either, would you?" she
continued.  She moved again, so that her cock was jutting out into my
face.  It was huge and hard.  "Then you'd never get any of this cock
again, would you?  And you love cock.  You can't say no to it.

 She was right.  I couldn't say no.

THE END.