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From: "Kelli Halliburton" <kelli217@crosswinds.not>
NNTP-Posting-Date: 4 Apr 2001 02:36:41 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Magic - needs development (MF FF TG fetish [BE, latex inflatables])
Date: Thu,  5 Apr 2001 10:10:04 -0400
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I wrote this story originally to cater to some of my own interests, but it
got out of hand. I wound up writing a lot of stuff that didn't interest me
erotically, and a lot of exposition. I mean, a *lot* of exposition. It's
only a few hundred words shy of a James Michener work. ;)

I'm presenting it here as the core of a story. Take it and do what you want
with it -- just give me credit in the form, "based on a story by Kelli
Halliburton." Think of it as a form of the GNU Public License, as applicable
to fiction. In other words, it's *not* public domain, but it *is* publicly
distributable and modifiable as long as the original author gets credit for
the original story idea.

Here goes:

---BEGIN STORY
Magic - An Erotic Adventure


Beth, 5' 7" (170cm), blonde hair, blue eyes, 120lbs (55kg), 34B-
25-35 (86-63-89) was going through an old curiosity shop. She was
looking through the toy area when she came across a box of balloons.
"Strange to find something like that here," she thought. "Don't
balloons go bad from dry-rot?"

She picked up the package, which looked brand new. "That explains
it," she thought. "They must be a recent acquisition." Then she read
the lettering on the package. "Magic Balloons -- Increase Breast Size
As They Inflate! (Use only as directed)"

"No way," she thought. "It's just a gimmick -- there's no such
thing as magic... still, though. If it somehow worked...." She
purchased the balloons from the attendant, who gave her a knowing
leer. She frowned at the man as she left.

On arriving at her small house in the suburbs, she opened the
package. On top was a set of instructions. They explained how to use
the balloons:

===
1. Remove any constricting chest clothing, especially bras and/or
non-stretch tops.

2. WARNING: Stay away from sharp objects. Popping inflated
balloons will make change permanent. Enlarged breasts cannot then
be reduced except by medical means.

3. Inflate normally as desired. Breasts of person inflating
balloon will enlarge, corresponding in size and inflation
substance properties to balloons. Note size chart on box.
Examples: for normal characteristics, fill balloons with salad
oil, to mimic body fat of natural large breasts; for larger, more
manageable breasts, fill with air; for a special treat, use
extra-large balloons and fill with lighter-than-air gas. Puncture
of breast will not result in burst, but normal bleeding
characteristics.

4. Use care when inflating to keep inflating balloons away from
individuals not desiring enlarged breasts. Balloons will enlarge
breasts of anyone coming in contact during inflation process:
most men and especially all children should be kept out of reach.
If balloons are inflated by mechanical means, breast enlargement
will occur for last individual to touch balloon prior to
inflation.

5. CAUTION: Do not overinflate. If overinflated, balloons will
quickly expand to their maximum diameter(*) and burst, leaving
user with permanently enlarged breasts of the maximum balloon
size. Use of balloons in other than customary fashion will not
result in normal effects and is not recommended for best results.

6. Balloons and breasts will retain low surface tension
throughout inflation range, to maintain a more natural-feeling
breast, without stretch marks.

7. To return to original breast size, allow balloon to deflate.
For quick return, simply open balloon mouth. Note that this can
be a shock to the system as return is very rapid. For slower
return, restrict flow. For long-term use with very slow return to
original, tie off balloon and allow to diffuse. Note that some
substances diffuse through balloon slower than others and some
not at all, allowing indefinite retention of enlarged breasts
while still maintaining ability to return to original size. Tied-
off and deflating balloons may be safely handled by anyone, but
remember to handle safely, due to popping hazard.

8. Standard balloon disclaimers apply: Children can be choked by
balloons or pieces of broken balloons. Keep out of reach of
children for this reason and reason outlined in section 4, above.

(*) twice listed diameter
===

While reading section three, she noticed the size chart on the
box. The sizes were according to color, and progressed geometrically:

===
Blue - 7 inch diameter
Green - 9 inch diameter
Yellow - 12 inch diameter
Orange - 18 inch diameter
Red - 3 foot diameter
Purple - 6 foot diameter
Clear - 12 foot diameter
===

"Well," she thought, "I'm sure I wouldn't want to pop the clear
one at full size! Let's start with a blue one." There appeared to be
about 20 of each color in the box, making about a gross. She picked
out a blue one, and walked to the bathroom, taking off her top along
the way. She left her sports bra on, figuring it could take the strain
of just a few inches.

"It says to use salad oil, but I'm out. Water will have to do,"
she thought. She fitted the mouth of the balloon over the sink faucet,
and said out loud, "Here goes nothing!" Then she turned on the faucet.
And the sensations she received told her it was actually working, or
at least doing something.

The first thing she noticed was that she shouldn't have used cold
water, because the sensation in her chest was as if she had ice in her
veins. She immediately slowed the flow of cold water to the balloon
and turned on the hot. As the water warmed, so did the sensation in
her chest.

It felt like she was being filled, like drinking water but having
it go into her breasts and not down to her stomach. Her chest became
heavier, more substantial -- and when she looked down from the faucet
to her chest, she noticed the difference. She looked up into the
mirror, and was surprised to see a C-cupped woman staring back at her.
She removed her bra to get a better look. She was going from a C to a
D when the mouth of the balloon slipped off the faucet. Her chest
disappeared as if it had never been. The sensation of her body
reverting rapidly to its earlier shape was jolting, like being
released from a sudden G force. "Which I suppose it was, because I'm
sure the bigger boobs were heavier," she thought.

"Let's try this with air," she thought. She walked back into the
living room, looked through her desk, and found a ruler. She noted how
big 7 inches was. "No point tempting fate by overinflating," she
thought. She walked back into the bedroom, slightly self-conscious
about walking around topless in her living room.

She began to blow into the balloon. It felt like she was
simultaneously blowing air into her own boobs. They puffed up
perfectly round, unlike with the water before, which sagged as they
grew. As she blew, she went from a B to a C to a D. She paused for a
moment to look into her full-length mirror, holding the balloon
between fingers. Her breasts were quite large, but looked odd. They
were almost perfectly spherical in shape, and shook easily from side
to side, without taking the rest of her body with them, as the water-
enhanced ones had. They sat up very high on her chest; she could
almost nuzzle them. At this point, the balloon was only about one
quarter filled. She inflated the balloon to what she guessed was about
6 1/2 inches, all the while feeling the sensation of having her chest
filled with air, and then looked down.

She was huge! She tied off the balloon and looked at herself in
the mirror. Even with just the 7-inch balloon, she looked like a
caricature of the male big-breast fantasy. Every inch she had added to
the balloon translated to a cup size, so she was now a little over 6
cup sizes bigger than before: a 3F-cup. And they had the behavior of
balloons: all bouncy and floppy. She bounced onto the bed face down to
see what would happen. She almost bounced right back up, noticing that
the enlarged breasts were still very much a part of her, because it
hurt a little to compress them like that. And they were still very
squeezable.

She put on a t-shirt, or at least tried to. It was difficult
stretching the fabric over her titanic globes, especially since they
were so light they wouldn't sit still. When she finally succeeded in
getting one of her larger tees on, it only just covered her breasts.
But at least they didn't bounce around so much. She decided to try an
experiment. She went and untied the balloon, letting it deflate slowly
so as not to jar her like before. Then she removed the large tee, now
all stretched out from having been fit over her expanded tits. She put
on a T-shirt that was form-fitting to her normal figure.

She grabbed a green balloon. Beth had always fantasized, ever
since she realized the effect breasts had on men, of "busting out at
the seams." She longed to make men's eyes pop out of their sockets by
breaking the stitches on a tight top with growing breasts. Now she had
her chance.

As she began to blow, she began to get slightly moist down below
from the idea and the corresponding feelings in her chest. She quickly
filled up all the available room in her tight-fitting tee. As she
continued to blow, she could feel the motion of the fabric as it
stretched across her breasts. Her nipples hardened, sensitizing them
even more to the sensation. She began to go weak in the knees, and sat
down on the corner of the bed.

As her breasts continued to expand, her excitement increased, and
she began to rock back and forth on the bed, stimulating herself
through her panties, which by now were soaking wet. When she heard the
first stitch go, she felt a little wave of pleasure run through her
body. The fabric was beginning to tear away from the neck seam. She
was going to open right down the middle. A few more stitches popped,
then the fabric began to rip. As her breasts were compressed, they
were forced up and down her shirt, and into the sleeves. As they
rubbed against the new surfaces, she felt more and more excited,
rocking to and fro almost violently on the bed. Her breasts had filled
the T-shirt so much, she couldn't move her arms in the sleeves
anymore. She was holding on to the balloon only with her lips now. The
rip down her front showed more and more cleavage as she began scooting
back and forth on the bed, rubbing herself into a frenzy.

She knew she was coming soon. The compression of her breasts
seemed to make it harder to inflate the balloon, but she kept at it.
Then the ripping started getting faster. With every line of weave that
gave way, the pressure on her breasts decreased, and sent another wave
of pleasure through her body, more and more centered in her clitoris.

Finally, the shirt could take no more. As her breasts burst free,
the orgasm came, hard. She fell backward onto the bed and lifted her
legs off the floor, going almost rigid with the sensations. As the
cresting waves began to subside, her exhausted lips lost their grip on
the balloon, sending it flying around the room. She felt like she was
doing the same thing, as the jolting sensations of her breasts quickly
deflating from their enormous size triggered an aftershock orgasm.

"Phew," she thought. "All that huffing and puffing has worn me
out." She made a mental note to get a pump of some sort before trying
again. Then, remembering work the next day, she crawled under the
covers and went to sleep. She dreamed of balloons and enormous
breasts. The realization of her fantasy had triggered a psychological
release; although she had never realized it, she had an obsession with
large breasts. Her mother had had very large breasts, for one thing,
and the attention that they received while Beth was growing up made
her jealous. In addition, she had been a late bloomer, and had never
developed beyond a B-cup, which caused her great distress in high
school. In fact, in college, two of her boyfriends had broken up with
her in favor of big-chested women. Her brief experimentation with
lesbianism, an affair which also took place in college, had been with
a woman who fell in the large C-small D range. She was a pathology in
the making. In the depths of her subconscious, she had as much of a
fixation on breast size as any man ever had. And now she had the tools
to bring that fixation into the light.

When she awoke the next morning, she felt like the same old girl.
But she wasn't: the first thing she did was grab a blue balloon and
head for the sink. She tested the water this time before filling the
balloon, remembering what had happened the day before. She pulled her
biggest bra off the shower rod where it had been hanging out to dry,
and strapped it on. It was her "period" bra, a C-cup, the one she used
when she had swelling and/or water retention. It was a 3/4 cup made of
extra soft material, because her breasts tended to get sensitive at
that point in her cycle. She filled the balloon until the bra was just
barely too small and her breasts were just beginning to swell out over
the top, and then tied it off. She looked in the mirror and smiled.
"Won't that give 'em some gossip material at work," she thought. She
took the bra back off, and put the tied-off balloon in her bedroom in
a dresser drawer. As she showered, she spent extra time washing her
chest, and when she dressed, she wore her push-up bra rather than the
period bra. The push-up bra was designed to make her natural B-cups
look like C-cups and accentuate her cleavage; with her enhanced C-
cups, it was overflowing.

She picked out a low-cut top, a blue-gray wool knit top with 3/4-
length sleeves; it was neither too tight and obvious nor too loose to
show her assets. For contrast, she chose a pair of navy slacks.
Wearing slacks, she decided against hose. She wore nude knee-highs and
her blue-gray pumps with the 2-inch heels. She pulled her hair back in
a tight bun and pulled a couple of wispy curls free from behind her
ears to dangle near her collarbone. She didn't overdo her makeup;
after all, she was going to work, not on a date. A little coverage, a
little shadow, some liner, mascara, and lipstick, and she was done.
However, her obsession threw in a little extra: she rouged her
cleavage, something she'd never done before but had seen in Cosmo.

As she expected, she was the talk of the office, getting catty
glances from the women and ogling from the men. She had a difficult
time getting any of the men to look her in the eye. Some of them took
a few liberties -- she was asked out twice before lunch, and three
times after. Two of the men wore wedding rings. One guy, the office
lout, gave her a pat on the behind. Despite the negative aspects, she
was flattered by all the attention. This just fed her obsession all
the more. It was Friday, so she'd have all weekend to experiment with
her boobs. On her way home, she picked up an electric tire pump and
some salad oil.

When she got home, she immediately stripped. All her earlier
neuroses about nudity in areas other than the bedroom and bathroom
were as nothing compared to her obsession. She ran to the dresser
drawer and took out the tied-off balloon, which had only just become
moist from diffusion of the water through it. She took it to the sink
and let the water out slowly, feeling smaller as she did so. The
sensation was like crashing from a narcotic high, and she almost
considered popping the balloon before it was out of water. But she
realized that there was more in store for her, and she let it deflate.
She then grabbed an orange balloon from the box, and brought it into
the living room along with the blue one. She blew up the blue one to
exactly 7 inches, not even heeding the breast growth; she had another
goal in mind for her breasts, one that the orange balloon would be
ideal for. However, they did get in the way a bit as she worked. She
hooked up the mouth of the blue balloon to the tire pump's air hose
and noted the pressure. She set the automatic cut-off switch on the
pump to shut off air at that pressure, figuring that all of the
balloons would reach full inflation at that pressure. Now she had a
no-brainer way to fill up any of the balloon sizes with air to their
full normal size. She pulled the blue balloon off of the hose,
deflating it, and attached the orange one. She plugged the pump into
her sound activated electric outlet adapter and turned it on. Then she
unrolled a pad onto the floor and lay down on it, face up.

She clapped twice, and the pump activated. She began to feel the
sensation of her chest filling with air, and looked down with a smile
on her face, watching her boobs grow and grow. When at last the cut-
off point was reached, she clapped twice again, shutting off the power
to the pump. But this time she had to clap her hand against her thigh;
her hands couldn't meet easily in front of her anymore.

When she stood up, she noted that she'd have to be careful
walking around: her tits stuck out so far in front of her that she had
only the vaguest idea where her feet were going. They came nearly up
to her chin. In fact, she even fell over once, right onto her
incredible breasts. Like before, she felt a little pain from the
sudden compression. But this time, she bounced up and down like a
rubber ball. She was trying to get to the bedroom, where she could
look in the full-length mirror. She found that she had to turn
sideways to fit through the door. When she looked in the mirror, she
couldn't believe her eyes.

Staring back at her with mouth agape was a woman who could best
be described as a cartoon character. Her breasts were the size and
shape of beach balls, bigger than anything she'd ever seen. Her
areolae were the size of silver dollars, with nipples that were the
shape and size of pencil erasers. When she rubbed her hands across
them, they became the size of marbles. She shuddered. She walked out
of the bedroom and through the living room. She looked out through the
curtains into the back yard at her small above-ground pool. An idea
struck her.

"Good thing I've got a privacy fence," she thought. She stepped
out onto the patio and into the water and leaned forward, trying to
streak through the water. But she couldn't submerge her chest.
Instead, her legs swung down underneath her, and she did a reverse
flip in the water, winding up on her back with her breasts almost
completely above the surface, and her feet pointing in the direction
she had been moving. She planted her feet on the bottom and lifted her
chest out of the water. She leaned forward again, and as soon as her
boobs started to make a dent in the water, they stopped going down any
further, just like two air-filled balls. "Like this I'd never have to
worry about drowning," she thought wryly. She turned and got out of
the pool, walking back into the house.

She stepped back in and undid the orange balloon from the pump,
letting it deflate as she did so. Once again she felt the crashing
sensation, but knew that popping the balloon at this size, or really
any size if it was filled with air, would complicate her life too
much. But the thought remained; her obsession was growing stronger. As
a result, the next balloon she got was a red one. She fastened its
mouth to the tire pump and clapped. This time, when she was done, she
couldn't get back into the bedroom without squeezing each breast
through the door individually, walking sideways as she went. Looking
from the opposite end of the room, she could only barely see the outer
edges of her gargantuan spheres in the full-length mirror. She
realized that she could just about lie down on top of her breasts, if
she had something to keep her legs up, like the balloon she blew up.
She squeezed back into the living room, but not before grabbing a sex
toy she had in her bedside table. She inserted the dildo into the
mouth of the red balloon. The wide base allowed it to seal the neck of
the balloon once it was inserted, and the neck itself was small and
tight enough to keep the dildo from being forced any further into the
balloon.

Beth impaled herself on the dildo, and then leaned forward,
sliding her legs backward and closing them behind and on top of the
balloon. Soon she was supported in three places: her breasts and the
balloon. She began to rock back and forth on her globes. It occurred
to her that this might not be safe: she might pop the balloon, which
would be unfortunate. However, at this point, she wasn't thinking
about her breasts being permanently enlarged, but about her knees
smacking the ground. So she reached down and let a little air out of
the balloon by pulling the neck away from the shaft of the dildo just
a little. When she was down to about 2 1/2 feet, she stopped. She
began rocking herself back and forth one her boobs and the dildo-
enhanced balloon, using the friction of the carpet against her nipples
as another stimulus. She came, quickly and unimpressively, and got
down from her perch.

She began to wonder: what would happen if she blew up another
balloon while this one was still inflated? She got the blue one from
the floor, stuck it on the pump, and clapped. She was flabbergasted to
feel another pair of breasts growing underneath the ones already
there. She felt like a freak, like some kind of pig-woman or
something. But she kept it going until she reached 7 inches. Then she
deflated the red one. Now she had her original B-cup breasts, and the
4F second pair underneath. When she let the blue one deflate, the new
ones disappeared.

Not satisfied with size, she began to experiment with number.
Soon she had four blue balloons filled with water, and eight C-cup
breasts on her chest. The lowermost pair had sprouted at a level with
her navel. She took another one and began filling it, but reversed her
actions as soon as she felt her shoulder blades getting heavy. "Not on
my back," she thought. She deflated all the balloons and went back to
the box. She sifted through, debating whether or not to try a purple,
when she noticed a purple balloon that wasn't round. This one looked
like one of the balloons clowns use to make animals. "I wonder what my
breasts would look like if I filled that one," she thought. She had
the image of long, thin breasts jutting out in front of her like
sausages.

She attached the new balloon to the pump and lay down on the
floor to observe the effects. After clapping, she noticed that there
was no sensation in her chest, but her clit felt cold suddenly. She
glanced down, and saw no growth in her chest at all. She was about to
clap again, when she had to do a double take. There was a penis
growing from her mound! She was totally flabbergasted, and didn't have
the presence of mind to clap until the pump cut off by itself. By that
time, her new appendage was nearly 5 feet long, as long as the balloon
attached to the pump. She touched it. Two things happened: it jerked,
and an intense surge of pleasure washed through her genitalia, highly
localized to the spot where she had touched it. Not caring what she
was doing, she reached out to touch it again. She had to have that
feeling again. This time, she pulled slightly upwards on it. It was
curved upward in an arc, and as she pulled it up, the head of it
brushed against her cheek. This was much more intense.

She shuddered the entire length of her body. She knew what she
had to do next. She put the head, and as much of the shaft as would
fit, in her mouth. When she did that, she realized there was no going
back now, and began giving herself a blowjob. As she sucked, she felt
her vagina moistening. She reached over and grabbed the long balloon,
and began working it in and out of her snatch. With the other hand,
she grabbed the dildo and began circling her anus with it. As her
juices made it slicker and slicker, she finally was able to push the
dildo into her ass. She didn't move it once it was in, but instead let
the contractions of her pubic muscles stimulate her back there. She
concentrated her efforts on sucking herself off and fucking the long
balloon. She was nearly driving herself insane. While some things felt
better than others, everything she did with her mouth felt incredibly
good to her new, apparently fully functional, penis. She shook as she
built to a climax. As she did, she felt the tension building and
building in the shaft. It felt like the orgasm was working its way
from the base to the tip, and as she began thrusting her hips
uncontrollably, she found that the vaginal contractions were such that
she couldn't get the long balloon in there anymore. Finally she came,
in a burst of hot semen that she gulped down greedily, sucking herself
dry. Almost immediately after that, she began softening. Only a few
minutes later, she was completely flaccid, but still almost as long.
She knew about this from some of her boyfriends: some men shrink as
they soften, but some just soften, remaining almost as long when soft
as when hard. When she touched the tip, it was almost painful.

Suddenly she needed to pee. She stood up and ran to the bathroom
and sat down, draping her extra long accessory on the floor in front
of the toilet. As she started to release her bladder muscles, she felt
a sensation similar to her recent orgasm, and realized almost too late
what that meant. She quickly stood up, grabbed her 5-foot-long dick
just behind the head, and aimed it at the toilet just as the stream of
urine began coming from it.

She finished, and as she did so, it began shrinking. It shrank
from its rather unmanageable five foot length to about 8 inches. She
was able to let it go now without dragging it on the floor, which she
had done for about a half second on the way to the toilet before. The
tip had been so sensitive that it had been excruciating to let it rub
along the carpet in the living room, and she had carried it at about
chest level from there to the bathroom. She also noticed that the tip
was not as sensitive anyway now.

She walked back into the living room, constantly aware of the
dangling participle distracting her as she moved. She removed the long
balloon from the air pump and watched her manhood disappear back into
her womanhood as it deflated. Finally, it reached zero length and she
had to pull apart her labia to see as she watched the urethra migrate
from the center of what was once again her clit back down into the
vagina. She was fascinated. "Well," she thought, "if they can make
breasts enlarge like the stuff the balloons are inflated with, I
suppose it's no big deal to create a penis out of a clitoris."

The experience had triggered a strong episode of penis envy. Her
psyche was cluttered with notions of having enormous breasts and with
having an equally enormous male organ which she could grow at will.
Beth's subconscious was poised to cause her to be thoroughly
perverted. She put away all her toys and resolved to go back to the
curiosity shop the next day and try to find the long balloons. By this
time it was 11pm, and time to go to sleep. This time as she dreamed,
she kept dreaming of fucking her own huge boobs with her own extended
penis, which reached right up to her mouth where she could suck it.

The next morning, she blew up a blue balloon to about a DD-cup.
She threw on a tee, no bra (she wouldn't need it with air-breasts) and
some jeans. She went out to the curiosity shop and was in fact able to
find the magic long balloons, whose package said "Magic Balloons --
Increase Penis Size As They Inflate! (Use only as directed)" This time
the attendant gave her a sideways glance, which she completely
ignored.

When she got home, she read the instructions, which were simpler:

===
1. Remove pants and underpants, or allow penis through openings
in them.

2. Inflate as desired. Penis will become erect and extend to
length of inflated portion of balloon. Note size chart on side of
box. NOTE: If entire balloon or inflated portion of balloon is
smaller than natural length of penis, inflation will result in
erection only.

3. Pop balloon to make change permanent. WARNING: Popping balloon
while penis is erect will cause a permanent priapism (erection
without stimulation). Do not attempt to inflate beyond stated
length; this will pop balloon. Allow erection to subside before
popping balloon. If permanent change is not desired, to revert,
allow balloon to deflate (quick) or tie off and allow to diffuse
(slow). If balloon is deflated while penis is erect, erection
status depends on whether or not it would exist without inflation
of balloon.

4. Penis will remain at full length while flaccid until
urination. If balloon is popped with penis at this stage, penis
will remain at same length whether erect or flaccid. To allow
penis to shrink, urination will be stimulated within 5 minutes of
loss of erection. Popping of balloon after urination will result
in penis that is approximately 13 1/3% as long when flaccid as
when erect.

5. CAUTION: Keep out of reach of persons not desiring penile
enlargement: most women, and especially all children. Balloons
will perform their function on any person coming in contact with
them during the inflation process, and if inflated by mechanical
means away from human contact, the last person to touch the
balloon before inflation. Also note that balloons and pieces of
broken balloon are choking hazards, and are another reason to
keep them out of reach of children.
===

The size chart on the box said:

===
Blue - 7 inch length
Green - 9 inch length
Yellow - 12 inch length
Orange - 15 inch length
Red - 30 inch length
Purple - 5 foot length
Clear - 10 foot length
===

"Damn," she thought, "even with shrinkage, the clear one'd result
in a 16-inch penis when soft. And who'd fuck it? It's even too long to
reach the mouth." Even so, she considered it. It was a definite sign
of her impending descent into depravity. She even thought what it
might be like to have one permanently, even with balls.

She thought about it a good while. She remembered what the "legs"
of a balloon animal looked like -- a good approximation of balls
except for the gap between them. "What if I tie off the balloon and
make a pair of legs at one end?" she thought. She proceeded to test
her hypothesis, after stripping her pants off. She picked a blue long
balloon, inflated it herself, and again noticed the sensation of cold
air. She tied off the balloon and twisted it. As soon as she twisted
the first section out, she noticed a feeling like when swallowing
something whole that's just a little too big to be swallowed, only in
the base of her new-grown penis. She looked down, and saw a little sac
hanging there, with what appeared to be a single testicle. She twisted
out another section and wrapped the loose end around the other one and
felt the same sensation. She looked down, and she was anatomically
complete. Yet behind it all, she still had her vagina. "Best of all
worlds," she thought.

She grabbed another long blue balloon and just barely inflated
it, an idea running through her head. When she did, a little bud began
to form at the top of her labia. She had recreated her clitoris.
"Fully functional male and female genitals," she thought. "What a
peculiar body this is." She inflated the balloon a little more, to see
what would happen. She started growing another penis underneath her
scrotum. This one was identical to the upper one. When she tied it off
and twisted it, she had another scrotum. She did this twice more, for
a total of four penises complete with testicles. She made another
substitute clit, and tied the little bud off. When she tried again, to
see if she'd grow a penis under the clit, though, she was disturbed.
Her nipples hardened and started getting longer. She let that one
deflate and took the tied off bud-size balloon and inflated it. It did
in fact grow another penis (number 5), and scrotum when twisted, but
again when she tried another one her nipples were affected. This time
it didn't faze her as much, so she let it happen. Eventually she had
two seven-inch erect penises extending from her breasts. "Just one
more," she thought. When she started, her tongue became rigid and
forced the balloon out of her mouth, deflating it. She couldn't
believe it -- her tongue! What a sexual freak! But rather than
reacting with shame or fear, she was awestruck. It occurred to her
that if she'd had extra breasts like before, that the seventh long
blue balloon would have changed the nipples on the second set of
breasts, probably, rather than turn her tongue into a penis.

By this time, four of the first five penises had gotten flaccid,
and she needed to pee from the first one. All the balloons were tied
off, and rather than deflate them first, she ran immediately to the
bathroom. No sooner had she gotten into position to pee ("Standing up
to do this is so weird!" she thought), but she realized she probably
should have deflated at least the fifth one, which was still hard.
Trying to direct five streams of piss into the toilet would have been
hard enough, but the fifth one didn't want to cooperate and was still
very sensitive to touch. And the ones on her breasts weren't peeing,
but milking; fortunately, the milk wasn't under as high pressure as
the urine, and it didn't matter so much whether it got all over
everything. She briefly considered drinking the milk, but to do that
she would have had to use her hands to direct the nipple-penises into
her mouth, and she needed them both to direct the urine streams.

Finally she finished, and all seven penises shrank down to about
one inch. She walked back into the living room and strapped the blue
one that had been forced out of her mouth onto the air pump. She
clapped. Her tongue promptly stuck out of her mouth, looking for all
the world like a penis with taste buds. All her other penises became
erect again too. When the pump cut off, she deflated all but two of
the other balloons, leaving her with one down below and the ones on
her breasts, which when they were flaccid, were covered by nipple
skin: all brown and crinkly. She touched her tongue to her nipple and
started salivating like crazy. Apparently her mouth had become like a
vagina. She wondered what would happen if she ejaculated though her
tongue. She couldn't give it a blowjob; it was too long to pull back
into her mouth, although she could move it around a little. She
couldn't fuck it, it was too short to reach down there; besides, the
remaining penis down there would get in the way. She realized she'd
have to give it a hand job.

So she started masturbating her tongue. As the sensations built
in her tongue, her mouth got wetter and wetter. Soon she was drooling,
because she couldn't swallow fast enough. She took one of the balloons
with her other hand and stuck it in her mouth, and the sensations of
the two shafts against each other drove her wild, despite the fact
that the stimulation to her tongue from her hand was probably the
least effective method she had used on herself up till now. She began
to feel like she was having the dry heaves, only in a pleasant way.
Her tongue began to throb, and she began heaving in earnest now. As
she approached climax, it was as if a jet of fluid was working its way
into her throat, although she could still breathe. When the orgasm
began, clear spurts of mucous began erupting from the tip of her
tongue, thick like the lining of her throat. Simultaneously, the other
three penises erupted: The ones on her breasts again with milk, and
the one at her groin with semen. She remembered to be careful with the
semen lest it get into her vagina. She hadn't been using any birth
control, and she really didn't relish the prospect of explaining how
she had made herself pregnant.

The incredible sensation of four simultaneous ejaculations left
her stunned. As her tongue softened, she was able to pull it back into
her mouth despite its seven-inch length. She lay back in a daze for a
few minutes, until she realized she had to pee again. When she did,
her tongue drooled saliva from the tip enough to keep her swallowing
almost the entire time. But at least this time, she only had one
pisser to deal with. Now, with milk all over her chest from the three
experiences (two pisses and one ejaculation), she walked back into the
living room and deflated the balloon for the penis at her groin. Then,
she deflated the one for the penises on her breasts. Then the phone
rang. Not remembering the answering machine, she picked it up.

"Hello?" she said. As soon as she made the "l" sound, she
regretted it. Her tongue started getting harder, despite herself. "Who
isth thith?"

"It's me, Susan," the caller said. "What's the matter? Why do you
sound so strange?"

By now, Beth had to hold the phone below her mouth instead of up
to it. "Nguthing," she said, "bu' cam I call you back?"

"Sure," said Susan. "You take care of yourself. Bye."

"Bye." Beth immediately reached over and disconnected the balloon
from the air pump, sending her tongue back into her mouth. It was only
just now turning noon on Saturday, and she had already turned herself
into a fully functioning anatomical hermaphrodite and then some. She
was worn out, and decided to just be herself for a little while.

But the prodding of her sexual deviations began to make
themselves heard once again, and by 1pm she had inserted her diaphragm
and was trying to figure out ways to inflate more than one balloon at
the same time. While she was working on that, she started idly
fiddling with one of the round balloons. She was rolling the neck up
and down her finger, when a little voice inside her spoke up, saying
"What happens if you turn one of these inside out and inflate it?"
Soon she had a blue one inverted and fitted onto the pump. She
clapped. The first thing she noticed was that nothing was happening to
her chest. The next thing she noticed was that she was getting
lighter. Not thinner, just lighter. When the pump stopped, she figured
she weighed about as much as if the 7 inch balloon had been full of
flesh and removed from her body weight. She deflated the balloon and
felt the weight return.

Instantly she made up her mind to try with the red balloon. She
figured the three-foot diameter should more than compensate for her
body weight. She wondered whether she would become lighter than air.
When she tried it, though, she didn't start floating, she just became
translucent, more so as she got closer and closer to her body weight;
then when she resembled a female-shaped, flesh-colored balloon and the
red balloon kept inflating, she started inflating. While still able to
move normally, she began to get fatter and fatter, rounder, until the
pump shut off. At this point, she estimated she weighed about 1/4
ounce. And her skin felt just like latex. It was difficult to get any
leverage on anything in her current state. Things were made more
difficult by the fact that she could not take a step without bouncing
up nearly to the ceiling. To top it off, the ventilation system kicked
in. She spent about five minutes fighting her way from the return air
grille back to the air pump, and another two getting the red round
balloon off the hose. Finally she grabbed the hose in one hand and the
balloon in the other and pulled. When she did, she let the balloon
deflate until she weighed about 1 pound. Until she resumed noticeable
weight, she was knocked about by the wind coming out of the mouth of
the balloon.

Even at 1 pound, she still found herself bouncing up occasionally
unless she was very careful. Finally, she let the balloon deflate
completely. She was very interested in the idea of keeping the weight
off, but being transparent was not going to work, so she decided to
find out what would happen if one of the long balloons were inverted.

When she tried it, she was amazed. Apparently the inversion of
the long balloons caused the opposite of a penis to grow. She watched
as another cleft formed above her vulva, then deepened until it formed
a crease. She opened the crease to watch the labia and clitoris form,
then the urethra, then the vagina. As the blue balloon continued to
inflate, she could feel the process continue up inside her. When it
stopped, she figured she had about a four-inch deep vagina. When she
let it deflate, it disappeared. She decided to try with the longest of
the long balloons, the clear one. She pointed the hose along the
length of the room, so the balloon would have plenty of room to
inflate. She clapped.

When all was said and done, she had another complete, fully
functioning female reproductive system. When the vagina had reached
about 7 inches long, she felt the upper part of it slowly start to
fold and thicken like a cervix. Then the thick part started to even
more slowly expand upward, like a uterus, much more slowly than the
balloon was expanding. Then the sensation began to travel sideways,
like Fallopian tubes. Just as the balloon reached its limit, she felt
two lump-like bodies form in her abdomen: ovaries. She estimated that
the five-foot balloon would have stopped at the uterus, the 30-inch at
the formation of the cervix, and the 15-inch at the end of the vagina.
The 12-inch would have given her a 6-inch vagina, and the 9-inch a 5-
inch vagina.

The next thing she did shows how far her perversion was
progressing. She tied off the inverted clear long balloon, and grabbed
a blue long. As she inflated it, she guided it upwards, as it grew
from the top of her original vagina, into her new one. She figured
that she could fuck herself without worrying about pregnancy if she
deflated the clear long balloon afterwards. Soon she had done it. Her
new erect penis extended well up into her new vagina, with a little
twinge as it extended through the hymen. However, being hard as it
was, she could not now remove it. She could, however, stimulate it, by
wiggling her hips forwards and backwards. The feeling of
simultaneously giving and receiving was such that she knew if she had
been able to do more than just rock back and forth, she would have
come immediately. She briefly considered inflating a purple long so
she could suck herself off too, but was too caught up in fucking
herself to spend too much thought on it. As she rocked, she noticed
that both of her twats were wet, which was unsurprising given all her
previous experiences. Despite being able to move only a few
millimeters in and out, finally she came.

It took a lot out of her to have simultaneous male and female
orgasms via intercourse, and when the last wave subsided, she passed
out. She awoke promptly five minutes later, when she had to pee. She
peed through the urethra in her new vagina as well as the tip of her
penis and didn't realize it in time, until she felt it on her hand and
penis. She spun around, sat down, and stuck her penis way down between
her legs, leaning over forward to make sure the upper stream didn't
miss the bowl. As she got up, she noticed the backflow starting, and
grabbed a towel. Pressing it to her, she went to the living room to
deflate the balloons for her secondary vagina, and penis. As they
deflated, all of the semen and vaginal moisture was ejected into a
pool on her stomach, which was nearly overflowing the towel.

She was now back to her normal body shape, but covered in the
various fluids she had expended. She needed a shower. More than that,
she needed a bath. She had a date that evening, and she wanted to see
how things would go now that she had her new toys. She filled the
oversize whirlpool tub and put bubble bath in it, then got a blue
round balloon and blew it up to about a D-cup. She tied it off and got
into the water, laying back and letting the water flow around her. At
her current cup size with breasts like air, she could submerge herself
under the surface, but only with effort, so she lay back and let her
breasts float her in the water.

After she finished her bath, she decided. She would have a new
starting point for all her future experiments. Despite the fact that
all her bras would become too small for her, and half of her tops
would ride up, she had made her decision. She left the tub full of
water and went into the kitchen to get the salad oil and a funnel. She
came back and inserted the funnel into the neck of the blue balloon
and started pouring salad oil into it. When she had gotten to a
generous C-cup, nearly a D, she stopped. She tied off the balloon. She
walked around, noticing how much lighter her breasts were than the
water ones, of about the same size, she had at work the day before;
yet they were still quite a bit more substantial than air-breasts.
When she was satisfied that she would be able to live with them, she
made the fateful plunge. Immersing the balloon in the tub full of hot
water, she grabbed it between her thumbnail and fingernail, closed her
eyes. And twisted.

POP! The balloon disintegrated into pieces, spreading oil all
through the water. Beth opened her eyes and looked down, afraid that
perhaps the instructions had been wrong about that point, or that she
somehow hadn't popped the balloon right. She was very pleased to find
that she was still the proud owner of a pair of breasts that would
fill a C-cup and a little more. What's more, they looked and felt
completely natural, just like her old ones only bigger. Heck, now for
all practical purposes, they were her old ones only bigger.

Before getting dressed for her date, she picked up all the debris
from her previous experimentation and threw it in the bedroom. But not
before grabbing one more blue long. This time, she tied the inside of
the end of the balloon to the outside of the mouth of the balloon,
kind of like how socks are rolled up. When she inflated it, she grew a
penis, like before. But this time, she let the erection subside
naturally as she had when she first found out about her tongue. And
when it did, it shrank immediately as it softened, and down to
nothing, leaving her genitals looking as they had before. After
waiting a few moments, she discovered that the pee reflex wasn't
stimulated either.

She found that by concentrating, she could control it, even while
stimulating herself vaginally. If she didn't want a penis, even if she
was really horny, she could concentrate and not have one. Otherwise,
all she had to do was let herself go and out it would grow. She pulled
and twisted and then she had a scrotum that behaved just as the penis.
The only problem was, it was half as long as other penises that had
resulted from blue long balloons -- 3 1/2 inches. While she knew
firsthand that size didn't really matter, she also knew that it did
matter somewhat. So she deflated the blue long balloon and performed
the same trick with a yellow one, giving herself a retractable 6-inch
penis complete with scrotum. She found that with a little thought, she
could have a male set even when not horny. Always, her vagina lurked
behind, though. She thought about a way to seal it up, and even to
reduce her breasts to nothing, on demand, so she could pass as male.
But that didn't really appeal to her, and besides, it would all have
to wait. Her date would be arriving soon to pick her up, and she
hadn't even begun to get ready. She stuck the tied-off balloon in the
dresser drawer, and started her preparations.

First came the underwear. She wore a black pair of bikini
panties, and her push-up bra, which was also black. Then came the
garter belt and the black sheer stockings, one of which had a run but
it was down on the foot near the toe so it was no big deal. Next she
picked out a dress. She wanted to make an impression, so she pulled
out all the stops and grabbed the red one. It was a velvet number,
with simple lines and a hemline above the knee. It had an adjustable
neckline, so she adjusted it to show as much breast as possible. A
simple pair of round gold studs in her ears completed that part of her
ministrations. Now to her face. Makeup, rouge, lip liner, lipstick,
eye liner, brow pencil, eye shadow, and mascara somehow all combined
to make her look as if she were wearing very little cosmetics. Like
she had for work the day before, she rouged her cleavage.

The doorbell rang. She still hadn't done her hair nor picked out
a pair of shoes, although neither of those tasks would take long. She
pulled a robe over her clothes, went to the door and opened it. It was
Greg, her date, 6 feet [183cm] tall, with dishwater blond hair and
blue-green eyes, weighing 200 pounds [91kg].

"Hi Greg. I've got a little more to do to get ready, so sit down
and make yourself comfortable," she said. "I'll be right out."

"Okay. I brought you this," he said, extending a hand from behind
his back with a bouquet of flowers in it.

"Oh, how sweet." She put the flowers in a vase on the table by
the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me?"

"Sure." She ducked back into the bedroom and threw off the robe.
She picked out her shoes, the red slingbacks with the 4-inch heels
that matched the shade of her dress almost perfectly. Then she stepped
over to the dresser and picked up the curling iron. Five minutes
later, she had enhanced her natural waves enough to be styled without
being flamboyant.

She stepped back into the living room. "That was quick," said
Greg. "How'd you get ready so fast?"

She said, "Magic." Immediately she remembered her sordid
adventures and began to sprout. A thought took away the problem. She
thought, "This might really be the best of all possible worlds, but it
does take some control." Apparently with the semi-inverted balloon,
her default states were to be male-endowed when horny, and female when
not. It took conscious control to become otherwise, but once changed,
the chosen state remained until her libido status changed again.

Beth began to think about her situation as she and Greg left for
their date. She remembered hearing some rumors about Greg in her
social circle; rumors that Greg had some sexual peccadilloes of his
own, that he might be bisexual. She had never seen any overt
indications of that during her intimate encounters with him, but she
had thoughts of seducing him and allowing him to see her new variable
parts, to see how he'd react.

Greg, for his own part, did in fact have a few quirks hiding in
his sexual psyche. He did have a breast fixation, the bigger the
better, but that was hardly a quirk among the male of the species. No,
his quirk was that he was gender-displaced. That is, he had some
thoughts of having a female body. He didn't feel strongly enough about
the idea to do much about it, but it had affected some of his body
language, and he was a closet transvestite. It was these two things
that had started the rumors; he had never heard them, though. However,
he wasn't bisexual. He liked girls exclusively. While he could
appreciate the sight of a handsome man, the thought of having sex with
one repelled him. He thought of himself in the terms of a line he had
once heard Robin Williams use, talking about daytime talk shows: "Male
lesbians, on the next Donahue."

One of the reasons he wasn't too keen on having the operation was
that he wasn't sure he wanted to give up his anatomy. Another reason
was the difficulty he would have as a lesbian in meeting women. As a
result of the conflicting parts of his psyche, he had never been very
ardent at pursuing a relationship. In fact, Beth was only the second
woman to go out with him more than just a few times. Because of his
ambivalence, women usually lost interest in him after then. But for
some reason, he had pursued Beth more enthusiastically.

He had a couple of other quirks too. One of the parts of his
gender displacement is that he often fantasized about women with
penises, known colloquially as "she-males." It didn't matter
necessarily what other male genitalia they had or didn't have, such as
testicles, in addition to the female genitalia, but the primary point
of his fantasy was that they be utterly and completely women, with
just that exception. In this matter, he was a prime match for Beth.

He fully understood the fantasy nature of his desires, and
besides was very content with women as they are naturally built. But
his deviation showed itself somewhat in the way he performed
cunnilingus. Even considering the much higher sensitivity as the
center of pleasure in the female sexual anatomy, he spent an
inordinate time concentrating on the clitoris. She had occasionally
had to tell him to divert his attention elsewhere, that her clit was
beginning to feel raw from the constant attention. During intercourse,
however, he couldn't ever seem to get his hand down there, and so his
breast fixation took over. He often began to think about the same
kinds of fantasies she had: breasts that grew to enormous sizes,
bursting through clothing. Sometimes he even thought about sharing the
experience with his partner, locked in an embrace as both their chests
expanded. Little did he realize how well his desires and perversions
meshed with hers.

During the date at dinner, he noticed her chest quite often. She
noticed him noticing, and enjoyed the attention her newly enhanced
chest was receiving from him and from other men (and, she noted wryly,
a few women who she figured were either envious, or bi/lesbian). It
turned her on, and since she was sitting at a table, she let herself
grow. She really enjoyed the feeling of her silk panties against her
cock, which further excited her. Soon she had a raging hard-on. When
they got up to leave, it suddenly popped out between the top of her
bikinis and the bottom of her garter belt, making the front of her
dress bulge as she stood up.

She quickly wished it away and looked at him to see if he had
noticed. He had a weird look on his face. "Oh, no," she thought. "Now
I've done it."

What he said came as a complete shock to her. "I don't know
what's going on," he said, "but I propose we skip the movie and head
back to my place. Unless you'd rather go to yours," he added. Then
held her close and kissed her long and hard. As he did, she stiffened
again. As she did, he grabbed her hips and pulled her into him.

"I... I think you're right. Let's go to my place. I have some
things to show you," she said, smiling.

Almost as soon as they were inside, they were naked. She had
considered leaving her dick out, but decided it might be less shocking
to see it grow out of her, reaffirming her femininity while at the
same time asserting her new masculine aspect. So she had kept it in
the whole trip home and while stripping, despite the varying levels of
excitement she had felt the entire time.

He was overcome with curiosity, and prompted her. "All right,
what was all that about at the restaurant? Did I or didn't I see and
feel what I thought I saw and felt? To coin a phrase, out with it."

She smiled. "That's the right phrase, all right. Sit down, and
I'll show you." And she began her transformation. He sat transfixed as
he watched 6 inches of hard-on extend from the top of her crotch, and
then two testicles dropped from it, obscuring her pussy from view.
Soon his own 6-inch prick was as stiff as hers. "We could have a sword
fight," she giggled.

"Can I touch it? Is it real?" he asked.

"As real as yours is," she replied. "Go ahead, but be gentle;
it's brand new," she said, smiling.

He touched it and it jumped, startling him briefly. There was a
glistening drop of pre-come on the tip of it. Acting on impulse, he
kneeled and licked it off. She went weak in the knees, and nearly
couldn't remain standing. "Not yet," she said. "I said there were
things, plural, to show you. Come with me." She grabbed his hand and
led him into the bedroom.

She took a green balloon from the box and fastened it to the air
pump hose. She plugged the air pump into the electrical outlet, glad
she had remembered to turn it off first. She said, "Watch this," and
turned it on. Greg stood with his mouth open as he saw her breasts
balloon outward with the green balloon. He approached her. When he got
near the pump and the balloon which was between them, she held up her
hand. "Stop, don't touch that or it'll do yours too. Unless you want
that." She found herself asking, "Do you?"

"I've never told this to anyone. Yes, I do. But is it permanent?"
he asked.

"Not unless you pop it," she said. She found that the thought of
him growing breasts to match hers excited her, much to her amazement.

He reached out and touched the balloon. Very rapidly, his chest
changed. First, all the hair on it disappeared, even on the abdomen.
Then two mounds appeared, and within two seconds, increased in size
until they matched her breasts in size and appearance, at which point
they began to keep pace with hers as the pump continued. Then the pump
shut off. As he looked himself over in her mirror, he noticed that the
effects on his body were not limited to his torso.

"My God, I'm a woman!" he said, in a higher voice that surprised
him. Indeed it appeared that way. His lips were fuller, his face
smoother with no trace of stubble, his neck thinner. His shoulders
were not as square. His arms had gotten thinner and were now covered
in fine blond hair rather than the coarse, dark hair that had been
there. His hands and fingers were thinner and more elegant. While
still overweight for the woman's frame he now had, he had a more
pronounced waist and broader hips than before. His legs had undergone
the same change as his arms. With exception of his genitals, he looked
like the woman he had pictured himself to be so many times. While just
as tall, he had gotten smaller in all other dimensions with the
exception of bust and hips; even his ribs were smaller around.

He was fascinated with his breasts. "Are they supposed to be this
light?" he asked, with his new woman's voice. "I always thought that
breasts were heavy -- at least they seemed that way to the touch."

"That's a side effect," she said. "They correspond in density to
the substance you use to fill the balloon with. But they are
completely flesh. If somebody sticks you with a needle, you don't pop,
you just bleed like normal."

"How does this work? Where did you get this from?" Suddenly a
thousand questions came to mind.

"Magic. That's all I know." She showed him the box and let him
read the instructions. After he read them, she added, "The
instructions indicated you'd get boobs too, but not all this," she
waved her hand at him; "I guess that's a side effect too. And if you
use them in other ways than as directed, you can get a lot of strange
effects." She also showed him the box of long balloons and their
instructions.

"Is that how you got your extra equipment?" he asked.

"Yes, but if I had used it as directed, it wouldn't be
retractable like it is," she said. She pulled the tied-off balloon
from the dresser and showed it to him. "If I hadn't turned this
partially inside out, it'd be here as long as I left the balloon
tied," she said, pointing at her crotch and its appendage. "If I don't
do anything mentally, it's only out when I'm horny. When the erection
goes away, the whole penis shrinks away, unless I mentally leave it
out. When I am horny and it's out, I can make it go away mentally
too." Then she demonstrated, making her still-erect penis shrink back
into her vulva and then extend again.

"I used up one of the blue balloons today in enhancing my chest
permanently," she continued. "You may remember, they were smaller
before. I filled it up part way with salad oil and then popped it. The
ones you saw before I inflated the green balloon are mine now, forever
and ever." She tapped her chest. "These will go away as the balloon
deflates. You can tie it off and let it shrink away by diffusion, or
you can just open the mouth and away it goes." She pulled the green
balloon free from the hose.

"Don't deflate it just yet. I'm enjoying this," he said. He
rubbed his chest, feeling his nipples harden under his fingers.

"I'm not going to," she said. "I want you to try something. She
got the clear long balloon she had used earlier, still inverted. "Put
this on the pump."

"What, do you want me to have a ten-foot cock? I couldn't screw
you but from across the room!" he cried.

"No, this one is turned completely inside out. It does something
different. But I want this to be for you alone, so you have to be the
one touching it when it blows up," she said.

He hastened the balloon to the pump and switched it on.
Immediately he grabbed his groin. "What's going on? My dick! It's
disappearing!"

"Turnabout is fair play, right? So now you get to be fucked by
me," she said. He turned to the mirror and saw that now he had made
the transformation complete. No longer did he have any external male
characteristics. He could feel changes taking place inside him, and
wondered just how complete this transformation would be.

She grabbed him from behind, threw him on the bed, and got on top
of him. She stuck her throbbing meat into his firm, tight snatch and
began stroking. As she did so, he was startled by the quick stabbing
pain as she penetrated his hymen, but soon he began to feel himself
getting wet. As they rocked back and forth in time, their mountainous
breasts began swaying in the rhythm. She started fondling his breasts
while she moved in and out of him. She was really getting off on the
male experience, which she had had a chance to get used to that day,
so she was able to take her time with him. The whole gender-bending
process was new to him, and although it scared him initially, he was
fully into it now. However, his changed sexual organs were slower to
respond and she knew it'd take him longer to get off.

She felt herself beginning to come, but knew he wasn't ready yet,
so she pulled out for a moment to delay herself. She leaned down and
began sucking his breasts while fingering his twat. The additional
oral and manual stimulation, especially the first really good contact
with his clit, served to bring him closer into sync with her, allowing
her to resume screwing him. This time as she did, she lifted upward a
little on the outward stroke, giving him more clitoral sensation.

They began bucking in time, each motion a little harder than the
last. He felt his entire body begin to throb with waves of pleasure
centered in his crotch. She felt the head of her penis begin to tense
spasmodically. He was suddenly very aware of the existence of his
breasts; they began to almost ache. Her balls started to shrink up.
His upper body began to get rigid, while his hips began to feel more
flexible. His legs opened up wide and he began thrusting against her,
into her thrusts, their bodies colliding almost violently.

Finally, they reached the peak. She moaned, and felt herself
spurt into him over and over again, for what seemed like an eternity.
He suddenly lost all awareness of anything but the cresting and
crashing waves traveling throughout his body, and undulated his body
in response, groaning.

They collapsed in each other's arms and began nuzzling each
other. He held her cock in his hand and felt it disappear into her,
following it into her pussy with his fingers, and just left them
there, cradling her in the other arm. She kissed his boobs and played
her mouth over his nipples, gently suckling. She stayed in that
position as they both fell asleep.

The next morning, he got a thrill from looking down at her head
on his breast, sucking on it like a baby in her sleep. Her vaginal
moisture had dissipated during the night, so when he removed his
fingers, she awoke with a start, to find that she had a morning
stiffie. But foremost on her mind was using the bathroom. However, he
had beaten her there. He had left the door open, and she saw him
standing in front of the toilet. "Hey, watch out," she said.

"Oh yeah," said he. "I forgot." He turned around and sat down.
When he was done, he said with a smile, "Now don't leave the seat up."
He noted the difference between shaking and wiping, and got up.

She raised the seat and started. She started shrinking as she did
her business, and so had to make the mental adjustment in order to
keep from making a mess herself. She shook herself dry and decided to
just leave the limp organ out.

She walked up behind him and ran her arms up his abdomen and
cleavage, then out across his bouncy breasts. "That was great last
night, wasn't it?"

"The best fucking I ever got," he said, grinning. "But then, I've
always done the giving before. What about you?"

"It was even better than when I did myself yesterday." She
smiled. "I guess you're a better woman than I am. But then, I could
only move in and out a little bit. By the way, you're as complete as
it gets down there, not just a vagina; uterus and ovaries too."

"I felt the changing inside me and thought that might be the
case. You did yourself? How?"

She explained about how the balloons worked when multiple ones
were inflated, and described all the changes she had made to her body
the day before.

He was intrigued. "I have an idea," he said. "But let's have
breakfast first."

They ate in the nude, admiring each other's attributes. Several
times, she stood at attention. Every time she did, he said, "No thank
you, I don't want any sausage," causing them both to giggle. Each
time, as her erection subsided, she left it out rather than letting it
disappear.

"I think you're really enjoying having a dick," he said.

"You know, I've gotten really used to it. I think I've always
wanted one, since about first grade when I told a boy if he showed me
his I'd show him mine. When he saw mine, he said, 'There's nothing
there. You cheated.' I hadn't thought about it like that until then.
Freud would have a field day with me," she said. "But I don't want to
be a man. I like being a woman. I like, in essence, the way my body
looks, even if there are other things I would change if I could, like
my butt or my thighs. Plus, it's easier to pick up guys as a woman."
She grinned. "Especially when you can have breasts the size of
Volkswagens. I don't know why, but I just love having huge boobs." She
shook her torso back and forth.

"I know what you mean," he said, arching his back and sticking
out his own globes. "I've always appreciated the female body, and
thought it was more attractive, especially the breasts. That's why I
was willing to touch the balloon last night. I've always wanted to
look like a woman. I've kept it to myself, but I'm a transvestite. But
since I'm straight, becoming a transsexual would make me a lesbian and
limit my options for picking up women. Plus, I'm uncomfortable about
the idea of losing my manhood. This situation is okay, because I know
it's not permanent; plus I actually am enjoying the experience. But
that brings me back to my idea." He took her hand and led her into the
bedroom.

"I'm going to try something that might make us even more
compatible." He picked out another clear long balloon, inverted it,
and inflated it, giving himself another pussy above the one he had.
Then he deflated the earlier one, making the lower one revert back to
his normal male genitalia. The possibilities made him excited, and it
showed now that he was out in the open again.

"Look," he said, "now I have the complement to your arrangement.
I thought about making it convertible like your penis, but then I
wouldn't have all the equipment."

She found the partially inverted balloon she had been using and
untied it, allowing it to deflate. "I don't think I'll need a
retractable one as long as I'm with you." She got out a blue long
balloon and inflated it until she was as long as he was, then twisted
it to get the balls. She tied it off.

They were both hard, and now they lined up with each other. But
he had one more idea. "I think I want to be a little bigger, since I'm
underneath and have farther to reach." He puffed on a blue long
himself until he was 7 inches. When it was done, they embraced,
guiding themselves into each other as they went, kissing when they
met. They fucked each other over and over again. After the first time,
again painful for Greg, they both had the normal reaction of the
balloon, that is, softening but remaining long, then peeing and
shrinking. After that, they shrunk every time right after orgasm and
didn't have to pee. Finally they were spent.

She got up and said, "Boy am I going to be sore tomorrow. But
there's still a lot of Sunday left. You want to go out?"

"Like this? Aren't these a little big?" he said, holding up his
enormous boobs. "Plus, I may be a transvestite, but I've never been
outside in drag before."

"Don't worry about the last part. You'll definitely pass, looking
the way you do now. But you do make a good point about our tits." She
went and got the green balloon and deflated it until they each had DD-
cups. "Since we're using air, we won't need bras."

"Well, if I'm going out for the first time, I'll take the whole
experience," he said. "Point me to the lingerie."

"I don't have anything that big. I don't really even have
anything big enough for my new natural size. That was my criteria for
the size I made myself: to make everything too tight in the top," she
said. "If you want, though, you can have the whole experience,
complete with weight. I'll deflate us both, then you can go in the
bathroom and fill up with salad oil. Then I can re-inflate. I've been
wearing bras since the age of 12, even though there wasn't anything to
hold up then, and I'm enjoying the freedom."

"Sounds good," he said. So she deflated the balloon completely,
leaving herself with her now-normal C-cups and reverting him back to
normal. He looked very male now, except for the cleft above his penis,
which still looked very much like the vulva it was. All the changes
that had gone with the breast enlargement had disappeared along with
them. His hips, however, remained broader than he remembered them.
"Probably a side effect of my vagina," he thought.

"Here, put this on," she said. "This is neither my biggest nor my
smallest. It'll act as a guide for you to know when to stop." She
handed him one of her bras. "The oil and the funnel are still in
there. Here's a blue balloon. Try not to spill any oil on the floor;
you can slip and fall real easy, and you might pop it. I did mine
standing over the tub."

He said, "Okay, here goes." He took the bra and the balloon and
went into the bathroom. He strapped on the bra which was very tight
until he began filling the balloon, noticing that after he started,
the band size fit him surprisingly well using the outer hooks. Beth
must have had a rather large rib cage, and of course, his was smaller
now. He did have to adjust the shoulder straps, though; he was, after
all, five inches taller than she.

As he filled the balloon, he felt the sensation in his chest like
being filled too. It was different from the feeling he had had from
the air inflation the day before; it was heavier, cooler, and more
fluid. Rather than bouncy and fluffy, his breasts felt wiggly and
jouncy. When he had filled the bra out completely, and was just
beginning to overfill it, he stopped and tied off the balloon. Then he
took off the bra and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. He
saw a woman with perfect, natural-looking B-cup breasts. It was only
when he stepped back that he saw his penis, spoiling the illusion.

He put the bra back on and went back into the bedroom. He spun
around and said, "Ta-da! What do you think?"

Beth had re-inflated her breasts out to a DD-cup. She said,
"You'll definitely pass, I'd say. So, now to the dress-up party. Do
you want to go all out or just the everyday look? I'll tell you, the
last one would be easier. You're taller and heavier than me by a good
bit, and while I think I've got casual clothes that will fit you, if
you want to get dolled up we'll have to buy clothes for you. Or do you
have stuff at home?"

"I have some things at home, but they're mostly casual too,
because I didn't want to spend a lot of money. At the other extreme, I
have one formal evening gown, but I'd hope we're not going to a ball,"
he said. "The frilly stuff I do have is mostly lingerie."

"I thought if you wanted to dress up, we might go out dancing or
to a bar and see if you get picked up," she said, grinning. "Or if
we're being casual, we could just go out to dinner and maybe see that
movie we missed last night."

"Do you consider the way you dressed last night's dinner-and-a-
movie 'casual'?" he asked. "Because that, to me, is dressed up. I felt
underdressed."

"No, silly. I dressed up a little because I wanted to get your
attention last night. It worked, too, didn't it," she said.

"It sure did, but not as much as what was underneath. You have no
idea how long I had kept that aspect of my sexuality a secret. People
just don't understand. Because of that and my transvestism, I get
pigeonholed as a latent homosexual. But there's very little libido
involved in my dressing up: I'm just comfortable in women's clothes
and with this woman's body; but I don't go for men. In fact, I like
women exclusively. I just get a little extra turn-on from the idea of
them having penises. But they have to be convincingly feminine,
because transsexual imagery featuring models who are obviously men
with boob jobs turns me off. When I saw that bulge in your dress last
night after already having sex with you as a woman, it seemed my
deepest wish had come true. And then when you didn't recoil when I
revealed my transgender tendencies, I really felt I'd hit the
jackpot."

She said, "We're pretty well suited, then, because I think I'm
pretty well bisexual. I enjoy both fucking you and being fucked. And I
find you physically attractive looking like a big-boobed woman with
male parts. I did some experimentation with lesbianism in college, but
I couldn't ever get past wanting a penis inside me."

"I guess we both want to be women with big breasts and penises
who fuck other women with big breasts and penises. We're a match made
in heaven, or probably more accurately on the Jerry Springer show. I
love you," he said, laughing, and then kissed her. It wasn't a come-on
kiss, but a kiss of intimacy, of sharing, of closeness. It cemented
the bond that had been growing between them over the last 12 hours.

"I love you too. You know, we might want to stay this way for a
while," she said. "I've got a way for us to do it, if you agree. It
doesn't involve popping the balloons, so we won't have to stay this
way forever. But we can go for the long term."

"How? These balloons won't last more than a few weeks or a couple
of months at best; we'll be deflating the whole time."

"Not if we seal them up. I have some of that stuff you dip tool
handles in. It should be sufficient to stop the diffusion," she said,
"and we can leave the mouth out so we can peel the stuff off to get to
the knot and untie them if we need to."

"Great idea!" he said. "The only problem is, if I want to enlarge
my breasts, I'll have to deflate the one with oil in it before doing
it, or I'll have four breasts. I think I'm going to pop it."

"Are you sure? The only way to go back after you pop is to have
them removed surgically, you know. And what about breast cancer? Not
to mention your other body changes."

"I'll take my chances. If I want to go as a man again, I can wear
loose shirts, bind myself up, or get the reduction. And none of my
female relatives has had breast cancer, so I'll take my chances there
too," he said. "And I've felt more comfortable these past hours than I
ever have as a man. I'm going to do it." He walked back into the
bathroom, and came back with the shards of the balloon in his hand.
"Say hello to Gregg, with two 'G's on the end. I met a girl once with
that name, so it'll do for me. Keeps continuity in my life, anyway.
Let's get dressed casual and do the dinner-movie thing. I'm starved."

Gregg, now thinking of himself as a "she," accepted items of
clothing from Beth. Beth allowed Gregg to keep wearing the bra she had
on, and handed her a white pair of plain cotton panties. They had some
difficulty getting them to fit over Gregg's equipment but eventually
they had everything tucked in. Almost as soon as they had, Gregg
needed to use the bathroom. She had the same problem as Beth did when
she had a vagina above a penis. After she got that sorted out and had
cleaned up the aftermath, she pulled her panties back on. Now that she
knew what to do, she was able to accomplish the job much more quickly.
She went back into the bedroom. When she came back, Beth had put on a
pair of similar cotton briefs, also having tucked in, and was pulling
on the tee she had worn to the curiosity shop the previous morning.
Her air-breasts made her chest stand out firm and high, and she truly
didn't need a bra of any kind.

"Living like this has the potential to get very messy," Gregg
said, as Beth put on a thin beige vest over her shirt. "This new pussy
of mine tried to pee all over my hand."

Beth said, "The same thing happened to me when I was in that
configuration. You'll just have to deal with it, I guess, if we want
to stay lined up." Gregg shrugged her shoulders, and they went back to
getting dressed.

The next item Gregg received was a pale blue short-sleeve blouse.
The sleeves were long enough to cover the skin under her arms near her
armpit, which still suffered from its condition. The buttons seemed
slightly awkward at first. Then she realized: women's clothes button
from the other side. As a male transvestite, Greg had picked pull-over
tops, or items like dresses, that fastened in back; as a result, Gregg
the transgender-female had never fastened buttons like that before.
But it was no sweat; just a little fumbling with the first couple of
buttons, and after that, it was natural.

Once she had her top on, it was time to decide on skirt or pants.
Beth had been watching Gregg's body language, and realized that Gregg
might not be properly modest in a skirt: she tended to sit with her
legs apart. So Beth recommended pants first. She handed Gregg a pair
of stretch jeans that were a little long in the leg for herself but
had lots of stretch to them. They fit Gregg like a glove. And even so,
Gregg's tuck-in barely showed, even though they knew where to look.
They both pronounced it good. Beth pulled on a pair of jeans too, but
these were paler, and not made of stretch denim.

The decision had not been completely made, however. Beth gave
Gregg a pair of Q-size hose she had used back when she had a few extra
pounds for a while. Gregg pulled off her pants and tried them on, and
realized she might look better if she shaved her legs, but they looked
all right, and fit well. The fact that her leg hair was so fine and
blonde now helped. Then she was handed a skirt. It was a pale pink
skirt that came to just below the knee when she put it on.

Beth said, "On me, that comes to my calf, but because you're so
much taller than me, it hits you there. It looks good on you. Turn
around. Now sit down. Hmm. Try crossing your legs. No, not like that,
like a woman. That's better. Now uncross them and just sit naturally.
Try tightening your butt; it'll bring your knees together. That's
better. Turn your toes a little more inward, that'll bring your knees
together too. No, not pigeon-toed. Try to relax your shoulders. And
especially, keep your hands off your chest."

"But it itches. I've never been in one of these for more than a
few minutes. And always with a form in it that I had to keep
adjusting," Gregg said. "When I used to dress, I only had a few items
to choose from, so the process took very little time. I was usually
dressed and made up in 30 minutes. I'd look at myself in the mirror a
few times, maybe snap an instant photo if I thought I had done a
particularly good job, and then strip. We've been at this for an hour
now. And I'm still hungry," she added.

"I love you Gregg, but that's not going to fly. One: you're going
to have to get used to the itch, or do what I've done today and go
without. Two: this is the real thing now, not pretend. You're going to
have to learn how to get along as a woman now. Remember, you chose to
pop the balloon. I love you for it, but you knew it was a one-way
trip. Three: this is only taking so long because it's the first try.
Once we've determined what looks good on you, we can file that
information away and use it again later. As we gain experience, it'll
be easier and easier to grab an outfit and go. Four: I'm hungry too.
We can eat here if you want. But we're going to have to eat all our
meals here until we can get you presentable to go out, and the sooner
the better. I love you but I don't want to have to stay in to be with
you." Beth found that she was capable of dealing with Gregg on a more
equal basis now that she was thinking of her as a female. "You're
almost there now. I think we can chance a skirt for now. We'll try it
and see how it works out."

She pulled out a pair of ankle-high sweat socks and said, "You
are smaller in size than you were, but you're still the same height.
Foot size is more related to height that body size, so I bet your feet
are about the same length. What size shoe do you wear?" she asked.

Gregg replied, "I take a 10 and a half or 11 depending on the cut
of the shoe. I used to take a double-E width but looking at them now I
don't think that's necessary."

"Actually your feet are a little wide for a woman, but I think
you can fit into a regular width if we stick to the whole sizes. A
man's size 11 is a woman's size 13. Phew. It may be tricky to find
shoes for you. I wear a 9, so none of my shoes will come anywhere near
fitting you. For right now, you'll have to use the shoes you came in
with. It's a good thing they're athletic shoes, otherwise you might
look odd. Imagine if you had been wearing wingtips. But put those
socks on first; with thinner feet and wearing hose, you're liable to
walk right out of them even if we lace them up tight. The socks will
fill out the difference and help grip the inside of the shoe."

"I have a couple of pairs of women's shoes at home. They're both
patent leather pumps, one pair black, the other red. They were too
tight, too, but I could get into them. I've never been good at walking
in them, though," Gregg said. "I got them from a cross-dressing
catalog, and everything in there, while sized big enough, was aimed at
trying to look sexy. There was nothing in there shorter than a 4-inch
heel. Certainly nothing very practical. Is there such a thing as
training heels?" she asked, smiling.

Beth smiled too, and thought about that. "Not really. Girls'
shoes start out flat for the youngest girls and smallest feet, and
gradually get higher as the feet get bigger. By the time a girl
reaches 14, she has usually had enough experience to walk on a 3-inch
heel. We can take the same approach with you. We'll get you some one
inch heels and go from there. One inch isn't really that much higher
than a pair of men's dress shoes, so you should have no problem. As we
get higher, we'll get narrower, too, which I bet is part of your
problem. You could probably walk in high heels if they were wide
enough to support your heel without your having to try to balance on
them as well. But I bet you don't want to wear clogs."

"You'd win that bet. Never liked the look of them. But let me get
those old shoes of mine on and come back and do my face," she said,
"then we can talk about this on the way to go eat."

"That's another thing. You're going to have to start watching
your weight. As a man, you knew how being heavy bore a stigma? Well,
as a woman, it's ten times worse. If you want to be taken seriously as
a woman, you have two options. One is to be among the best in your
field. That's fine as far as it goes, but not everybody can be that
good at what they do. The other option is to be attractive. Men and
women both give more credence to an opinion if it's given by someone
attractive; studies have been done. You've got a pretty good face. I
can tell that with makeup, you could be quite a looker. But for every
point you gain there, you lose one by being overweight. You are
smaller than you were, but for your frame and sex you're about as much
overweight as you were as a man.

"I'm hungry too; I told you before, remember? But I don't talk
about it and I don't think about it. I don't eat until I start losing
the ability to concentrate. That means my blood sugar is dropping,
which is a better sign of real hunger than what my stomach feels.
Sorry for the lecture, honey, but you need to know this before you go
and pig out and then suffer the prejudices of today's society. I'll
still love you just as much, no matter how big you are."

"I get your point, but I am beginning to feel a little light-
headed," said Gregg. "I'm going to get my shoes now." She left and
came back a few minutes later. "They're a little loose, but they fit.
I guess we should start on my face now, eh?"

"Yes, but we need to do something about your hair, too. It's
pretty long, but it just sits there. If we had time, I'd wash it and
do you all up right, but for now we'll have to take the simple way."
She picked up a scrunchy from her dresser and pulled Gregg's hair back
into a pony tail. A few wisps of hair remained that were too short to
reach the scrunchy. She turned on her curling iron, sat Gregg down in
front of her dressing table, and in a few minutes had her face framed
by gentle curls. Beth was glad that Greg's slightly receding hairline
was not receding on Gregg. "Now we can start on your face."

"I'm in your hands. I know I'd be too heavy-handed. As a man, the
only way I could get my face looking female was to do like the girls
in the 'Robert Palmer' videos. That's probably not the look we're
going for," guessed Gregg.

"You're right. Be patient. Your face is already female, and
always will be, thanks to the magic balloon you popped, but learning
how to enhance that without being too obvious is a skill that took me
years to learn for my own face. Learning all over again for yours
won't take as long now that I know the principles, but don't expect to
stop traffic tonight, especially since we're going casual," added
Beth.

She used a very light touch. Just a little makeup on the cheeks
and forehead, some light mascara, and some lipstick that was not much
darker than Gregg's lips themselves, and it was done. Gregg looked
herself over in the mirror, and gaped. She found her own image
enticing; as a man she would have been attracted to a woman who looked
like she now did. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but she was no
slouch. She wondered how she would have looked if Beth had pulled out
all the stops. "That's great! I looked kind of plain before, but now
I'm actually pretty," she said. "And as a man, anything less than the
works and I just looked like a man wearing makeup."

It was amazing, the change in attitude that had affected the both
of them in just a brief time. Gregg, who had lived her whole life as a
man until the night before, now viewed that life as a memory already
holding less reality for her than her new female identity. Beth too,
who had been going out with Greg for three months and had known him
for about two years, was thinking of Gregg as though she were a
different person, who just happened to formerly be Greg.

Before they went out, Beth remembered about sealing the balloons.
She went to the garage and got the liquid rubber and brought it back
into the living room. Before they started, Gregg decided to pop her 7-
inch penis into permanency, too. The mere addition of an inch to her
natural endowment wasn't nearly as momentous a decision, so little
discussion was given to it. Then Beth dipped her balloon in the pail,
leaving only the mouth of the balloon free. She brought it out, and
noticed that it looked more like a penis than before, since the liquid
had covered up the gap between the twisted parts. Gregg had a more
difficult time, since her balloon was 10 feet long. Eventually they
curved the balloon and ran it through the liquid sideways. The mouth
was kept free by covering it with her fingertips as Gregg dipped that
end into the pail. When she removed her hand from the red goo, she
realized one thing that they had forgotten -- fingernails. Beth said,
"True, but you'll be fine without painted nails for now. What you
really need are earrings."

"But I'm not pierced, so how can we fix that?" asked Gregg.

"Not a problem," Beth answered. "I have a small pair of clip-ons
that almost look like pierced earrings. Clean that stuff off your
fingers and I'll go get them." She came back shortly with a pair of
small gold discs with spring-loaded clips on one side. As she was
putting them on Gregg, she said, "No woman is complete without
earrings, and now you're complete."

They walked up to the door, and Beth grabbed her purse and pulled
out her keys. Then she looked at Gregg. "We should stop by your place
later. You'd better get your keys. And your wallet, just in case."
They walked out the door and to Beth's car.

After a few moments of discomfort riding in the car, Gregg spoke
up. "I don't have anywhere to put this stuff. I don't like holding
them all the time, and I don't have a purse. I guess that's another
thing we forgot," she added.

"Not really. I have a purse you can use, but it's not worth the
bother for you to carry it for just the two things. You can put them
in mine for now." Beth patted her purse, sitting between the seats.
"That leads to another lecture. It's amazing how many details about my
life are different from a man's when I think about it, and how complex
they are to explain.

"A woman carries a purse to carry the things she needs around
with her at all times. A man uses his pockets for the same reason. But
a man has less to carry than a woman, and women's clothes rarely have
pockets. But let's start with what they have in common. Women and men
both carry keys and wallets and loose money and occasionally combs.
Women's key chains are usually bigger than men's for the same number
of keys, for two reasons. One is that not having to be able to fit
them into a pocket allows them to accumulate extra rings and fobs
without worrying about wearing a hole in your pants. The other reason
is that small key chains inevitably fall down into the most
inaccessible part of the purse, usually when you need them the
quickest.

"A woman's wallet is usually bigger than a man's for similar
reasons: she doesn't have to worry about keeping it thin, and even
wallets can get away from you if they're too small and your purse is
too big. Additionally, men who carry their wallets in their pants
rather than a breast pocket usually carry a separate checkbook. Women
have both in their wallets. Men often keep cash in a front pocket
while the wallet goes in the back. Women try to keep their cash in the
wallet so they know where it all is, again to avoid losing track of it
within the purse. Even so, sometimes you have to stash it and go, so
most purses have a few dollars' worth of loose money in them." She
shook her purse, making it jingle, to emphasize the point.

She continued. "Men carry combs, and women do too, if they're
carrying a particularly small purse. But usually they carry a couple
of brushes, one a regular brush and the other a styling brush. And
there the similarities end.

"A woman usually also carries everything she needs to be pretty.
That means makeup, eye shadow, lipstick, lip liner, eye liner,
mascara, and blush or rouge. Also she carries fingernail polish and
remover. There may also be hair accessories and earrings in there.

"Let's not forget that a woman has special hygiene needs. So she
usually carries one or two of the sanitary product she prefers. At
some point we'll have to figure out the way you want to go. I'm
thinking tampon, because a pad would get in the way with your anatomy.
Also she carries birth control: condoms and whatever other method she
uses. We'll have to set you up with my gynecologist. I have no idea
what we're going to tell her about me, much less you.

"That part, earlier, about a particularly small purse, I should
get back to. There are times when a woman cannot, for whatever reason,
carry her normal purse, and must carry something much smaller. Usually
this involves formal wear occasions, when a small, pretty clutch purse
is more appropriate than swinging around a big, old, beat-up bag from
your shoulder. But sometimes it's for minimalist situations, when it's
just better to carry less, like on a hiking trip.

"The minimal purse consists of the following things: One pad or
tampon if it's near that time. Essential identification, like a
driver's license and medical insurance card, in the event of an
emergency. The house key. The car key, if driving. The comb mentioned
earlier, in lieu of a brush. And, ideally, a hundred dollars in
twenties for unexpected expenses. The formal affair dictates having a
minimal cosmetic arsenal for touch-ups: lipstick, combination eye
liner and brow pencil, and compact containing eye shadow and powder
makeup."

"Now, you, on the other hand, have only a small set of keys and a
thin wallet. While they're probably too big to fit comfortably in the
stretch jeans you tried on earlier and your skirt has no pockets,
they're too small to bother with a purse, considering you've never
carried one before, certainly haven't carried one around for most of
your adult life, and are likely to leave it behind somewhere as a
result. We can use my makeup for now, but you're hardly wearing any
and besides you don't know how to apply it yet, so that's not a
factor. You may start spotting at any time though I doubt it, but I'm
not starting for another two and a half to three weeks, so you can use
the tampon I have, or get something out of a women's restroom. And
your hair's pulled back right now, so no need for a brush. So right
now you don't really need a purse. If you want to keep your stuff
separate where you can find it easily, you can put it in the side
pocket."

Gregg nodded, and pondered this for a while. Finally she spoke as
they entered the eatery. "Speaking of gynecologists, you might want to
think about seeing my urologist. If I can get breast cancer like you,
you can get prostate cancer like me. The exam might be a little
embarrassing, though. You know, they usually go in through the anus,
right? But the next orifice behind the penis for you is your vagina.
Now, you might be used to it from your gynecologist, and not mind, but
I imagine it'd be pretty embarrassing for the doctor, clinical
detachment or not."

Beth nodded as they were seated and waited for the waiter to
approach. "Good point. Now remember what I said about food before.
Follow my lead. Try to order a meal not much bigger than mine. Watch
the fat content. Forget about appetizers and desserts, unless you want
to share them with me. Drink diet drinks. 'Aspartame is our friend,'"
she said, sounding like a brainwashed or propaganda-spouting character
in some 1984-esque story. She smiled.

"Good afternoon ladies, I'm your server Brad. Take a look at the
menus and while you're looking them over, can I get you something to
drink?" Gregg giggled when the waiter said the word "ladies," earning
her a quick glance from Beth. But there was no malice in it, just a
conspiratorial gleam.

"Diet cola, please," said Beth.

"Diet lemon-lime soda for me, thanks," said Gregg.

The waiter said, "Okay, I'll be back with those and to take your
order if you're ready."

They decided to both order the same dish: grilled chicken strips
over a bed of pasta in red sauce. It came with choice of soup or
salad, and they chose salad, with fat-free dressing. Gregg preferred
ranch dressing, while Beth opted for vinaigrette.

When the meal arrived, Beth had more advice for Gregg. After the
waiter left, she said, "Eat slowly. You'll feel full on less food. I
say 'full' in the sense of 'not hungry anymore,' not 'I can't eat any
more.' Take smaller bites. That's not just to help you eat slower, but
because women don't wolf down their food, even slowly. They take
dainty portions and use extreme caution when eating so as not to mess
their clothing or makeup. This dish is a good example. You might want
to get as much red sauce on the chicken as possible, because that way
there's less chance for you to get some on yourself while eating the
pasta. Cutting the chicken into smaller and therefore more pieces
gives greater surface area for the sauce to cling to.

"When you finally do get to the pasta, cut it up a little to make
the strands shorter, or twirl them around your fork. Don't suck it
into your mouth if it dangles down from the fork; it'll slap around
and might get sauce on your face or clothes. Instead, raise it up,
tilt your head back a little, and eat it from the bottom. Again, don't
take big bites. The bigger the bite, the faster you eat and the bigger
the potential stain on your outfit or blob on your chin. A blob on
your chin means you have to wipe it away, possibly taking makeup with
it. To minimize the chance of this is why we're careful to eat
daintily, and to minimize the effect if it does happen is why we're
cautious with small bites. Now let's eat."

Gregg responded, "Good idea, because I only just now realized
that you were saying the same thing three different ways. I think my
blood sugar level really is dropping." And she began eating. They ate
in silence for a while, then when they were both beginning to feel a
little less hungry, they slowed down even more and began talking
again, this time about other women and couples they saw in the
restaurant. Gregg pointed out women wearing silk, and colors even
brighter than her own blouse, and Beth showed how they avoided ruining
their clothes. Gregg pointed out women listening carefully to their
dates' orders, and Beth mentioned she'd learned to do it in middle
school in Home Arts.

Gregg admitted that where she grew up, all students in middle
school, male or female, had been required to take that class. But as
Greg he had never paid much attention like most of the other males,
and had only passed with a C. So as Gregg, she figured she had some
catching up to do. Beth pointed out that if a man is ordering dinner
for himself and a date, the prices of the items he orders are a guide
to the amount of money he's willing to spend. An observant woman, if
she is considerate of the man's wishes and his wallet, tries to order
a meal costing no more than his.

Gregg asked about a woman's motives in picking up the check or
going dutch. Beth replied that a woman who picks up the check is
trying to assert herself in some way. She might want to make a change
in the situation. Going dutch is usually a sign of caution or
mistrust. A woman might go dutch on the first date, for example, if
she's on a blind date or has misgivings about her date. Going dutch on
a later date may mean a relationship is going nowhere or is about to
end. Also, women on business dates or with co-workers may go dutch to
avoid impropriety, especially if superiors or inferiors are involved.
And sometimes, it's just good financial sense, if a couple hits hard
times. "Remember, I went dutch with you a few times last summer when
your substitute teaching assignments stopped for the season. Which
reminds me, aren't you going to have some explaining to do at work?"
Beth asked.

"Not really. I'll change my recording in the voice mail system,
so it'll have my new feminine voice and match my appearance. If I get
called for specifically, I can say that I'm a twin sister who also
works as a sub, my brother had to stop subbing for a while, and he
transferred all his assignments to me. If it catches up to me somehow,
I can claim I've been undergoing transsexual therapy, and I'm starting
transition by living full-time as a woman, but was embarrassed to
admit it openly. Which comes pretty close to the truth, as close as I
think I'll ever get to telling anyone I got this body from popping a
magic balloon." Gregg grinned.

Their meal finished, they went to see the latest romantic comedy.
Gregg found that she had a new appreciation for the genre, and
wondered if her physical change was affecting her basic attitudes.
Throughout the movie, the two held hands. At one point, she was mildly
turned on by the action on the screen, but the way she was tucked made
it impossible for a hard-on to exist, so she reveled in the tingling
and moistness of her vagina. She squeezed a little on Beth's hand, who
tightened back. Beth had the same problem. While she had not tucked in
quite like Gregg had, a hard-on was still impossible: her jeans were
the interfering problem. There was just not enough room. But she too
enjoyed the female response.

After the film ended, they walked out of the theater, arms
wrapped around each other's waists. They relished the spectrum of
attention from the other movie-goers, even the derisive comments about
being dykes. "If only they knew," Beth said. A lot of people noticed
Beth's supernatural bosom, too. It helped that she was holding it up
so high, walking with her shoulders back and her chin up, but DD-cup
breasts that firm with no obvious means of support were an attention
grabber even without assistance.

Gregg had now learned to walk like a woman just from watching
other women. She allowed her hips to pivot up and down as her legs
moved, and realized that in her new body, that gait felt much more
comfortable, more natural.

 From the theater, they proceeded to Gregg's apartment. Somehow,
without it being spoken, a decision had been reached that Gregg would
now be living with Beth, so they began gathering up her stuff. Beth
went through Gregg's female attire, assessing it for appearance and
practicality. Gregg tried each item on her new body, and found that
all the clothes fit her much better now, if looser, except the bras
she had bought. They were not too bad in the band size, just a little
loose. Using the inner hooks, they fit all right. However, she had a
problem with cup size. As a cross-dressing male, Greg hadn't skimped
on breast form size: almost all of the bras were D-cups, and some were
DD. As she now had a chest just on the big side of B-cups, the cups
hung loosely around Gregg's breasts.

"Well, as I see it, we have a few options. We can keep these and
fill you out to match them, or you can wear pads. Or we can toss them,
which is a shame since some of them are quite nice," said Beth.

"What about having them taken in?" asked Gregg.

"Well, that can be done, but it takes a specialty shop and it
costs considerably more than just buying a new one. And you don't need
to buy new ones, because mine fit you better than they fit me now
anyway. These fit me better in the cup than mine, although they're a
little loose," said Beth, trying one on. "I'm a little bigger than a
standard C now. But the band is way too loose. They'd have to be taken
in for me, too, only in the band instead of the cup."

"Well, let's take them with us and we can decide what we're going
to do with them after a little experimentation," offered Gregg.

"Good idea. What's with all these stockings balled up back here?"
Beth asked, pointing to the back corner of the lingerie drawer.

"Ah, those. Well, the biggest size I was able to order from some
catalogs just weren't designed for someone as big as I was. The ones I
can wear come from the cross-dressing catalog and the one plus-size
lingerie catalog I was able to find. But I kept those, thinking that
if I ever lost enough weight, I might be able to wear them."

Beth smiled. "You were already thinking like a woman, you just
didn't know it. What about panties and pantyhose?"

"That wasn't a problem. Pantyhose made for big women fit me just
fine, and I could find it even in grocery stores. And I could go to
any discount retail store and find those panties. But from the way
these dresses hang so loose on me, I'm guessing I'm about a large or
an extra, whereas before I was a 2X to 3X because of my waist. It's
probably all too big for me now except for the stuff I was saving.
Time to start all over, I guess," Gregg sighed.

Beth responded, "Not necessarily. Dresses are a lot cheaper to
alter than lingerie, even casual dresses like these. The dresses are
coming with us, and so are your male clothes. They'll fit well enough
on your new frame, I think. And the way you look now, you'll pass for
a woman even wearing men's clothes. We'll have to toss your panties
and hose, though; they'll just fall off you. And while they might be
convenient given your anatomy, your jockey shorts will have to go, for
the same reason. Your boxers can be taken in, though. With tighter
elastic and the flap sewn closed, as outerwear they'll make decent
shorts."

She thought for a moment. "You can even wear your suits, just
replace the necktie with a bow and put a brooch on the lapel. I'm sure
we can find some matching skirts, but you could wear trousers. Let's
try on those pumps of yours."

Gregg found that her feet fit into the shoes almost perfectly.
They were added to the items going back to Beth's house. Before she
took the last pair off, though, Beth asked Gregg to walk around in
them to see how much help she needed learning to walk in them. After
watching for a few moments, Beth said something that helped almost
immediately. "That's not bad, really. I think the problem is that
you're putting too much weight on your heels. Imagine you're walking
tiptoe, and the heel of your shoe is just there to help you keep the
heel of your foot up in the air. Your weight should be mostly on the
ball of your foot."

Gregg did so, and while she found it worked well, she also
noticed that her hips didn't sway as much. She figured that was just
as well, since shifting her weight too much in heels was probably a
recipe for disaster.

They were done with the clothes, and proceeded to cosmetics. Beth
soon decided that while they were useful for getting really made up,
their application in day-to-day use was limited. But since makeup is
expensive, they decided that to throw them away would be wasteful.
They were put in a small bag and thrown on top of the growing pile of
stuff going to Beth's house.

Realizing the size of it, they decided to stop for now, and
resolved to come back next weekend with a moving van for the rest of
the stuff. Gregg figured she'd just rent out her condo once it was
empty. Putting all the stuff in Beth's car took three trips for each
of them.

On the way back, they stopped by a party store and Beth picked up
a tank of helium. As they drove back to Beth's house, Gregg said, "We
can't really do anything with that, can we? I mean, to actually lift
us off the ground would take the 12-foot balloons. That's bigger than
we can fit in your house. Doing it outside has its own problems, like
lack of privacy; and risk of floating away, which is actually two
problems. If the balloon floats away, it'll pop as it reaches the
upper atmosphere, then we'd be stuck with 12-foot helium breasts. Or
one or both of us could float away. We'd die of exposure or hypoxia up
there. That would be bad."

"Actually, the balloon would inflate to its maximum diameter
before popping in that low pressure, so we'd be stuck with 24-foot
breasts, of even lower density than helium -- eight times lower. That
would increase our lifting power and also our risk of floating away as
a result. But there's not enough helium in this tank to fill a clear
balloon, just a purple one. That'd give us 6-foot helium breasts,
which would just make us very light. We could do that inside. We could
do it outside too; my privacy fence is eight feet tall. But then we
risk the balloon floating up and away, leaving us with 12-foot low-
density helium breasts after it popped and all the inherent problems
that would bring." Beth found that her tendency toward rash breast
expansion experiments was tempered by being with someone else. If she
had been alone, she might have gone outside and tried a clear one to
see how close she could get it to its 12-foot rated size. "But I'm not
even going for that. Remember what I told you the round balloons do to
you if you invert them? Well, I'm going to try that with helium. A red
balloon should be sufficient for both of us."

Gregg had started thinking, and said, "You know what? I'm
actually wondering about having 12-foot breasts. While I'm not so sure
about using helium, we could use the air pump."

"But you said before, there wasn't enough room to do it in my
house. Outside, the grass might pop the balloon. And what about
privacy, like you mentioned?"

"We can inflate it inside, in the spare bedroom. We won't get
full inflation, but in a 10x10 room with 8-foot ceilings, we can get
pretty close. The pump would shut off when the room was full. We'd
have to move out all the furniture and sand down all trim that might
pop the balloon."

"But what about us? We'd each have two breasts the same size as
the balloon, about 800 cubic feet. If we stayed inside, anywhere in
the house, we'd smother ourselves with our boobs. We'd have to go
outside, where we'd still have the privacy problem," Beth added.

"We'd only stick up four feet above the fence. Unless we were on
our backs, all people would see is four pink spheres peeking up over
the fence," said Gregg.

"Then there's the problem of deflating. We couldn't get back in
the house to pull the hose free. We couldn't even get close to each
other. And I think I'd really want to be close to you if we were like
that. We could extend our cocks until we reached, but I'd have to
unseal mine or grow another one to be that long, and plus they'd be
just a tad bit unwieldy. I was going to say that they'd also be two
feet too short, but I think we could get into each other's cleavage
enough to compensate for that," Beth said as they arrived at home.

"Do you have any big regular balloons here? I think I have the
answer for that."

"Yeah, in the drawer next to the knives and forks drawer."

Soon Gregg had constructed two models out of pencils with 15-inch
balloons tied to the tops. She made a few motions, and then the
arrangement looked like a balloon tetrahedron. She brought the points
of the pencils onto the table, and the balloons arrayed themselves
like a four-leaf clover.

She said, "If we stand in front of each other as we inflate, and
guide our breasts around each other's back, we'll look like this. You
put yours under my arms, and I'll put mine over your shoulders. If
anything, we'll be forced together rather than apart, and penis size
won't matter."

Beth asked, "What about the other part, about deflating? I don't
see how we could manage it at that size."

"What if we just tied a string to the end of the hose and brought
it out with us? We could use it to pull the hose free of the mouth of
the balloon. I could tie it loosely around my wrist to keep from
dropping it, because I don't think we'd be able to bend over."

"You're right, we probably couldn't. In fact, I was thinking
about what you were saying earlier about being on our backs. If we
didn't do this thing around each other, we'd probably get knocked onto
them as the centers of our breasts got pushed higher off the ground
than where they meet our chests. Then we'd have nipples in the air for
sure," Beth laughed.

"True enough. Even so, I don't think anybody'd notice." Gregg was
beginning to rationalize. Her breast fixation, as strong as Beth's,
was starting to drive her to take more chances. "But I'd rather be
next to you anyway, sweetheart." The mere fact that they both agreed
to go to such enormous extremes in an environment as exposed as the
back yard showed how well matched they were, and how their new
abilities had drowned out their inhibition.

"It's pretty late right now, though, Gregg honey. Why don't we
leave this idea for next weekend, okay? Let's get started bringing
your stuff in from the car." Beth went back out to the car and grabbed
some of Gregg's stuff. Gregg got the helium tank and then went back to
help Beth with her stuff. Soon they had it all inside.

The helium tank sitting in the middle of the living room soon
presented a temptation. Agreeing to postpone their outdoor adventure,
Gregg nonetheless was not yet willing to call it a night. She
stripped. She pulled out a red balloon, and said to Beth, "Care to
join me?" Then she fastened it to the nozzle of the helium tank. Beth
went back to the bedroom to deflate her air-breasts, undressing along
the way.

"I'll be right back. You can start without me." As Gregg turned
the valve, she felt the feeling as the night before of filling up with
gas. But this time, as her breasts increased in size, they began
pulling upward. Instead of growing straight out in front of her as
with air, or obeying gravity as with the salad oil, her boobs began
rising as they grew. As she reached the 3-foot mark, she reached for
the valve to turn it off, despite the fact that she had a hard time
seeing the tank with her breasts in her face. Just before she did,
Beth finally came back and touched the balloon. SMACK! Her instantly
massive and buoyant boobs hit her in the face, momentarily stunning
her. Gregg shut off the valve, and laughed. Beth recovered, and
laughed too.

"This is kind of inconvenient, don't you think?" Beth mumbled
from behind her personal flotation devices. "If we could do our whole
bodies, like I mentioned before, this wouldn't be as much of a
problem, because our whole bodies would go up with us."

Gregg said, "Well, okay, but let's just use air. The helium of
our breasts will suffice to keep us up, if we go all the way to our
body weight." So each one took a red balloon, inverted it, and pumped
it up by herself, because they had different weights. Soon they were
nearly transparent and floating on the ceiling. As they went up, so
did their cocks, and they reached for each other. With three-foot
breasts and very little mass, they found it difficult to coordinate
with each other, but finally they managed. They were both very moist,
but the sensation was odd as it was like suds, and their skin had
become so much like latex. In fact, while they couldn't see the inside
workings of their bodies, they could see where their penises had
impaled the other. Periodically the moisture wasn't enough and they
would get stuck in each other. With some dedicated effort they were
able to free themselves. Eventually they reached orgasm. As they did,
they were able to see each other ejaculate, being transparent as they
were. The ejaculation took the oddest form yet. It was like bubbles
being blown from their penises, which floated all around inside their
bodies and faded from view as they did so. They watched this spectacle
while remaining coupled and bouncing against the ceiling until both
realized that their erections were not subsiding. When they tried to
remove themselves, they found that the moisture had completely
evaporated and they were stuck but good. But rather than be upset by
this turn of events, they merely resigned themselves to their fate for
the time being and held each other close. Soon they were, once again,
asleep in intimate contact.

When they awoke at 6:00 the next morning, each had to go to work,
so things were a little more imperative. They were not on the ceiling
anymore, though; the helium balloon had diffused quite quickly
overnight. They had settled lightly on the coffee table during the
night. It took about 5 minutes to get apart by stretching and pulling
each other. Before either one deflated her red balloon, however, they
each had to pee bad. What happened then was as much of a surprise as
the ejaculation the night before. Little clear yellow bubbles expanded
from the tip of Beth's penis, flew down to the toilet, and popped on
contact with the water, leaving little yellow rings. Gregg of course
had to sit down to pee, but was able to see through herself and see
the same thing happening. They came from her pussy and her dick. Then
she needed to take a dump. Now. "Oh no," she thought. "Now what?"

She wished that she had had time to deflate, but the need was so
strong and sudden she had no choice but to go, and began loosening her
sphincter. When she did, a clear brown sphere grew from her butt.
Realizing how gross it was, she nonetheless called Beth in to see the
bubble. No, more than a bubble, it was a balloon, because it didn't
pop on contact. And as she pushed, she could hear it inflate. It grew
to about 3 inches in diameter and then disconnected itself from her.
She wasn't done yet, though. Two more of similar sizes came out and
settled on the surface of the water. Finally one of them popped. The
stench of methane was apparent, and the little pieces of the balloon
looked like latex the exact color of normal human waste. As they
watched, fascinated by this unusual variation on normal body
processes, one of the other two popped, and they could see the pieces
slowly dissolving. They seemed to be a form of latex-like shit. Gregg
wiped, and discovered there the only residue from the experience was
the little pieces of brown latex that clung to her butt from the
popped shit-balloons. There had been little residue at all from the
yellow bubbles, but some had remained. They left the one remaining
balloon to pop on its own, but made sure to put the lid down so it
wouldn't get everywhere.

This episode had so intrigued them that they decided to eat
breakfast in their current state to see how that worked too. Soon they
discovered that things put into their bodies remained visible until
becoming a part of them, when they became visible as a flurry of
transparent spheres which disappeared. When Beth decided to try a
bulimic trick she had learned in summer camp, they discovered that
anything expelled out of their bodies would do so in the form of a
bubble or balloon. Apparently the determining factor between bubbles
and balloons was whether the substance involved would have been liquid
or solid, respectively, from a normal body. The transition point for
food was swallowing. Gregg handed Beth an object that could be
swallowed but not digested, a bright copper penny. After Beth
swallowed it, it became a little clear copper-colored sphere they
could see floating around. After five minutes, it had not faded away,
so they knew that body processes were still at work. Beth threw it up,
and being solid, it came out as a balloon. They debated whether to pop
it or watch what happened when they deflated their balloons to revert
their bodies back. Eventually they decided to do both by swallowing
another penny.

Now they had two balloons. They popped one, which shattered with
a little "ting!" sound. Gregg accidentally stuck Beth with the needle.
As it was happening, she feared the worst. But rather than popping
like a balloon, Beth bled little red bubbles that clung to her skin.
Before going and deflating themselves, Beth let herself drool a
little. Even that came out as a bubbly foam. They noticed that their
penises were still erect, but not particularly sensitive, nor were
they particularly horny.

The two transparent balloon-people finally deflated their
balloons, and grateful for the traction of the returned weight,
returned to see the pennies. The one they had popped looked as it had
before, but the other one had reverted to a penny. When they saw this,
they went back to the toilet. Sure enough, there was one small turd
among the brown latex. Finally they flushed it, and then they got into
the shower. By this time it was 7:00. Gregg had to be at work at 8:00
and Beth by nine, so they didn't distract themselves as they showered.
Well, not purposely. They were washing each other, and when they
washed each others' privates, there was some response, but neither
followed up on it.

Beth put Gregg in a plain pair of panties and a heart-crossing
bra, with knee-high hose. She dressed Gregg in a flowery ankle-length
sundress and limited the makeup to just mascara and lipstick. She
brushed out Gregg's hair and curled it into a nice flowing mane that
looked natural. "That," she said, "is how we do it quick." It had
taken all of 15 minutes.

Gregg had been watching herself in the mirror, looking at what
Beth was doing and observing the effects. She was fairly confident in
her ability to repeat the steps. She thought that she looked pretty
good, and said so. "That's pretty good. This is a nice-looking but
understated look suitable for a schoolteacher. And it's low-
maintenance."

"Speaking of maintenance, do you want to start a skin-care
regimen? And we've got to get you shaved, pits and legs and bikini. We
need to start on that tonight," Beth said. "And here's your purse.
Your keys and your wallet are in it, as well as the lipstick and
mascara I used on you."

"Thanks. I hadn't thought about the skin care issue," Gregg
confessed. "But I guess I should. What do you do? Your skin looks
pretty good."

"Thanks sweetie. Really, I don't do much. I use a loofah
periodically and a moisturizer every night. Well, except for these
last couple." Beth grinned.

Gregg smiled back. "I hope I haven't disrupted your schedule."

"Not at all. I'm not religious about it. I enjoyed what we did,
and I never even thought about my face. We can keep doing that
forever, as far as I'm concerned, instead of moisturizing. I love you,
honey."

"I love you too." They walked hand in hand to the door, where
Gregg left Beth with a kiss. "See you tonight."

"Bye." Beth got dressed in a similar outfit and similar makeup to
Gregg's, but pulling her hair back into a ponytail, no longer wishing
to titillate now that she had found someone she intended to stay with.
She did make one change, however. She inflated a blue round balloon
until it just met the size of her breasts, then tied it off. She had
meant what she said the afternoon before about wanting freedom from
bras, and besides only one came near fitting her well enough to wear
for eight hours. So, she would leave the house with naturally sized
but unnaturally buoyant boobs. Of course, she still had her extra
equipment, as did Gregg. However, this would be the first time she
would be clothed and in public for a long time since the change. Gregg
had an advantage; her new equipment was internal, and she had had a
lifetime of experience dealing with her external equipment. Beth's
problem was the result of the opposite situation. She had a lifetime
of experience with her internal parts and external parts were new to
her. Which reminded her of something.

"I hope she doesn't start today," she thought. Thinking about it,
though, she realized that Gregg's monthly cycle would have started
when he made the change to she, which was early yesterday afternoon.
So she had about 28 days before she started her period again and
started menstruating, which is the shedding of the old uterine lining
to make room for a new one. A period is usually considered to start
with menstrual flow, but Gregg's case was different. She wouldn't have
to make room for the new lining developing right now; there was no old
one. And within a couple of months, they'd be in sync, as happens when
women live together.

She pulled her copy of "Our Bodies, Ourselves" off the shelf and
opened it up to the section on menarche. She left it open on the
coffee table and made a mental note to cover it with Gregg when she
got home. She went to work.

The whole day, it seemed that she was simply vibrating with
energy. One of her co-workers, Susan, who had called Saturday, noticed
it and said, "Are you in love? Is it Greg?"

"Oh yes," she said. "We have so much more in common than I'd
dreamed."

"So he really opened up to you?"

"Yes he did. I opened up to him, too. We let it all hang out, and
we've both changed a lot this last weekend. We were just floating on
air."

"Speaking of the weekend, I noticed Friday and again today that
you seem a little fuller-figured than before. It's why I called
Saturday. Did you have anything done?" asked Susan.

"Nope. It's just a technique I learned about Thursday after work.
I read this pamphlet and did what it said, and they just got like this
within hours. This is all me, no silicone. If I could find it again,
I'd do it again, and also share the wealth, but I haven't seen it
since. I have been able to change them a little by using what I
remember, but just to make them firmer. Friday I wore a bra, but today
this is free-standing."

"Wow. It's like you're defying gravity. So what's the story with
your outfit Friday?"

"Well, I guess I was feeling a little proud of my new chest, so I
decided to show off. I even wore my push-up bra, even though it was
too small. All my bras are too small now, and my tops fit tight. I
guess that's one of the things you don't think about when you hear
about people having surgery. But today I'm more subdued, don't you
think?"

Susan replied, "Yeah, but you can still see your chest is bigger.
So, back to Greg. You two getting serious or what?"

"Yeah. We've moved in together."

"With -- Greg?!?" Susan had been one of the rumor-spreaders.

"Yeah. He's like a whole different person since this weekend. We
got his stuff moved in yesterday. And I'm helping him with some
personal changes he's been going through. I've gone through some
changes myself, that he's helped me with. We're a lot more alike than
I ever would have thought. We just seem to fit together."

"Speaking of fitting together, what about the sex? Has there been
a change there too?"

"More than I can hope to express. Last night, we just bounced off
the ceiling, and didn't come down till this morning. In fact, it was
like we were stuck together, even asleep."

"Wow. Sounds like you've found a keeper. So are you thinking of
marriage?"

"Sort of. We're together for the long haul, certainly. There's a
bit of a problem we'll have to work around, but a wedding is
definitely a possibility. I'm thinking we might build up to it with a
kind of intimate bonding ceremony, just the two of us. We'll perform a
little ritual or something, and then work up to marriage."

"What kind of ritual? Something dark like drinking each other's
blood?" Susan was a little bit into Gothic imagery.

"Nothing so far out. Just something," Beth answered. "Just
something between the two of us."

"Like what?" Susan pressed.

"I don't know. Something irrevocable but trivial, like burning a
piece of paper, taking bites out of an apple, or popping a balloon.
You know, something that when it's done, it can't be undone."

"Oh, okay. Sounds like a good idea. So what's this problem you'll
have to work around?"

"Well, he might have a bit of trouble securing a marriage
license. The identity he's been using doesn't quite match up to his
birth certificate. We might have to do some hedging to get there.
Besides, we haven't discussed it yet. But if it happens, I can promise
it'll be a unique ceremony."

"How so? Have you already started planning it in your head?"

"Not really. The circumstances of our relationship, and to a
certain extent Gregg's identity situation, make uniqueness more or
less a given."

"What circumstances?" Susan asked.

"It's a long story. Tell you what. Why don't you come over around
seven o'clock for dinner, and we'll both tell you about it." Beth had
resolved to tell Susan the whole story. Eventually all their friends
and family would have to be told, anyway, before they ran into them in
public.

"Okay, seven it is. Should I bring something?"

"Just an open mind," Beth said cryptically.

"All righty then, see you tonight." With that, they both turned
their attention back to work.

Gregg's day had been uneventful during class. She noticed that
the students were more rowdy with a female substitute than with a male
substitute, and almost forgot to use the ladies' room instead of the
men's, but otherwise nothing much happened.

When Gregg arrived home, she saw the open book on the coffee
table and began reading it. By the time Beth arrived home, she had a
pretty good understanding of her body, at least theoretically. She had
yet to experience the different phases of her cycle and the
accompanying hormone changes, and the resulting effects like mood
changes and bloating.

Beth came in and saw Gregg reading the book, and said, "I was
meaning to go over that with you, but it looks like you've started on
your own. Do you have any questions about it?"

"Yeah. What does it feel like when you start menstruating?"

"Kind of like when you're wet for sex, only not all over the
whole area. You can feel the flow as it creeps through your vagina.
Actually, not so much your vagina, because there aren't very many
nerve endings there, but when it reaches your labia. And by then it's
about ready to come out; you don't have but a few moments to take care
of it before it does."

"Can you clamp down and head it off?"

"Not really. You can tighten your vagina with muscle
contractions, but the flow just continues to seep through. You need to
get something to catch it or you'll ruin your pants. This is why women
keep track of their cycles, so they can be prepared and have something
in place when it's likely to start. Otherwise, you can be caught
unprepared and have no way to take care of it."

"When do you think I'll start my first period, and what about the
risk of pregnancy? For me and you both."

"I'm guessing in about four weeks. I figure your cycle starts
from when your organs developed. Usually the start of the cycle is
marked by the period, but your uterus hadn't had an opportunity to
build up its lining to shed. It's starting to build one up now, and
you should ovulate in about two weeks. Until then, you can have sex
without protection without worry.

"For myself, I have anywhere from four days to a week before
ovulation, so I'm pretty safe there. Plus I was wearing a diaphragm
Sunday, until we got dressed to go out, so that's additional
protection," Beth finished.

"So how was your day at work?" Gregg asked. She was looking for
an opening to tell Beth about her encounter with Angela.

"Okay. I talked with Susan a little. She saw how happy I was and
noticed my chest, and I wound up telling her a lot about what's
happened between us these last few days, although not in so many
words. I said I got these breasts from reading a holistic medicine
brochure. I told her to come over tonight for the full story, and
she'll be by around seven. I hope that's okay. I figured we'd have to
start telling people sooner or later. But if you're not ready tonight,
I can call and cancel." Beth had noticed an odd look come across
Gregg's face as she spoke.

"No, that's not a problem. I was just thinking that I should
probably go get started on the shaving. Hopefully I'll be done by the
time Susan gets here."

"Be careful. It won't be like shaving your face, I'll bet. And
especially be careful in the bikini area. I'll start dinner."

Gregg decided to save that area for last, and so when Susan
arrived, she had just finished shaving her pits, which was difficult
considering the reaching around she had to do. She heard Susan arrive,
and decided to put off the bikini shaving. She rinsed off, and decided
to go with a gender-neutral look for Susan's benefit. She called Beth
into the bedroom, using as low a voice as she could.

"Beth, what do you think? I think I should go in there looking
pretty unfeminine, to lessen the shock. I propose that I pull my hair
back with just a rubber band, wear some of my old men's clothes, and
no makeup."

"I agree, except for the men's clothes part. I think you should
wear the stretch jeans we were going to use Sunday, and a clingy top
with no bra. If you go in men's clothes, Susan might not understand
how thoroughly you've changed. But don't tuck."

"But didn't you say that I could pass for a woman even in men's
clothes?"

"Yes, but that was for strangers. People who knew you before
won't appreciate the subtlety, if you mute all your feminine traits.
You have to show them something."

"I guess you're right. Okay, then, I'll be out shortly."

Beth went back into the living room, where Susan was waiting on
the couch. "What was that about?" she asked.

Beth replied, "Nothing major. You'll see when Gregg comes out."

In a few minutes, Gregg had her face scrubbed and was wearing the
stretch jeans and one of Beth's t-shirts, which, while completely
covering her torso, was tight enough to leave little doubt about what
was under it. Also, having not tucked in, there was a noticeable bulge
in the crotch of the jeans. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a
woman who looked like Greg's twin sister. Without makeup, the
resemblance was truly striking. Her face had merely gotten smoother,
her features finer. She knew Susan would have no trouble recognizing
her as Greg transformed.

Beth and Susan were setting the table. Gregg walked into the
dining room, and said in her lowest possible voice, "Hello, Susan,
glad you could make it." Then she struck a pose.

Susan said, "Hi Greg. What's up?" Then she looked up from the
place setting. Her jaw fell open and stayed that way for about five
seconds. Recovering slowly, she said, "Wha... wha... how... what
happened to you?!?"

"Basically, the same thing that happened to Beth. We've
discovered something that has allowed us to be the people we truly
want to be. Beth kind of misrepresented how it works to you today at
work -- she said it was a brochure she read. I'll let her tell you the
rest. We can start in on dinner now, or we can wait till after you've
heard the story."

"I think I can wait on dinner, if it can wait. Is that okay,
Beth?" Susan was having a little trouble regaining her composure after
seeing Gregg.

"Sure. I'll just put everything on 'low.' I'm sorry I didn't tell
you the whole truth today at work, but even that story isn't as
miraculous as what actually happened." They moved to the living room
and sat on the sofa, Susan on one end, and Beth and Gregg together on
the other. "You probably won't believe me, but I can prove what I'm
saying is true. Thursday, I found this old curiosity shop downtown, at
Third and Chestnut. Inside, in the toy section, there was this box of
balloons. I thought it was odd for an old curio shop to have something
like that, because rubber rots as it ages. But when I picked it up, it
looked brand new. What really grabbed my attention, though, were the
words on it. 'Magic Balloons -- Increase Breast Size As They Inflate!'

"I was rather skeptical, but I figured if nothing else I could
use them for parties, or even to stuff my bra with, filled with water.
I bought them and took them home. Imagine my surprise when they
actually worked!"

"Wait a minute. You're saying that you got this chest from
blowing up a magic balloon? I think I'm going to have to call you on
that one. What you told me at work, I can sort of believe that; I have
a friend who swears by that book, 'Think and Grow Breasts.' But
balloons? Come on." Susan had a look of scorn on her face.

"I told you I could prove it, and I can. Wait here." Beth went
and got the balloon she had used that morning to provide her breasts
with buoyancy, and brought it back into the living room. She untied
it, and said to Susan, "Now, watch my chest as the balloon deflates.
You'll see it start to sag a little. It won't shrink, because of
something else I did to it, but I'll go from firm to soft. Watch." She
let the air out of the balloon, and felt her breasts get heavier as
the air went away.

Susan watched, amazed. Soon, however, she had regained her
skepticism. "You could have done that with a trick or something,
because I can't see what's under your dress. You might have some sort
of air bladder in there. And that doesn't explain Greg here. What's
with him?"

"That's 'her' now. But my name's still Gregg, just with two 'G's
on the end. I underwent the same procedure, and one of the side
effects was feminization of my body."

"I still don't believe that a balloon could do this."

"All right, you try it. I hope you're not wearing anything too
tight." Beth handed the blue balloon over to Susan.

Susan took a deep breath, blew into the balloon and almost
immediately felt the change in her breasts. Susan's natural C-cups
didn't expand in size at first, but the weight lifted from them and
they rose on her chest as she puffed. Then they began to expand. By
the time she had expended a full breath into the balloon, they were F-
cups. She looked down.

"Oh my God," she said. Then she let go of the balloon, sending it
flying across the room. As her chest collapsed, she noticed her bra
and top were stretched out.

"So now do you believe me?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, I do. So this is how you got bigger, blowing up balloons?
Then why are you so normal-looking now? Just now, mine were like yours
were a minute ago, firm and light. Yours look like regular breasts."

"Well, that's part of the magic. Whatever you use to fill the
balloon, is the way your breasts behave. If you use water, they'll be
heavy and sloshy. If you use air, they'll be light, firm, and bouncy.
They come in different sizes, you can really get ridiculously big. I
used salad oil to make mine look like fatty tissue. Gregg did the
same. And we did something to make the change permanent: we popped our
balloons. When you pop one, the change stays. Gregg here can't go back
to looking like she was. She can have a breast reduction, but you can
see there's been more changed on her than just tits."

"So that's what you meant by Gregg's identity problem. You're
right, the identity she's using doesn't match her birth certificate."
Susan smiled.

"Not all of the changes we've made to our bodies right now are
permanent, but the breasts are. But that's not the only kind of
balloon I discovered. I sort of proved, at least in my own case, one
of Freud's theories. And Gregg is as female as she appears, but still
has that 'something extra.'"

Susan paused a moment. "I'm guessing you're referring to your
nether regions, right? I can see Gregg still has his, I mean her, old
male equipment. So how can -- she -- be completely female? And what
Freud theory are you talking about?"

"Um, penis envy. I have a fully functioning set, balls and all,
in addition to what I was born with. And Gregg has a female system,
complete down to ovaries, above her male parts."

"The balloons did this? I didn't feel anything, and I'm pretty
sure I would have noticed a penis growing in my panties."

"Not that kind of balloon. There was another kind of balloon that
must have gotten into the box by mistake. It was one of those animal-
twisty balloons. When I tried it, I thought I would get odd-looking,
sausage-shaped breasts. Instead, it turned my clitoris into a penis. I
was so stunned, I didn't realize how long the balloon was until it
stopped inflating. By then, it was five feet long. You get balls if
you twist the end out like animal balloon legs.

"I went back to the curio shop Saturday morning. Sure enough,
there was a box labeled 'Magic Balloons -- Increase Penis Size As They
Inflate!' I bought them and took them home. They don't correspond to
the inflation substance like the round ones do, and they don't have
the same side effects, but they work. And when they're turned inside
out, they don't grow penises, they grow vaginas. Gregg's female
anatomy was created by using the longest size, turned inside out.
Shorter sizes create less complete female systems."

"Wow. So Gregg, you could have a baby now?"

"I could, but because the birth canal's not in the usual place,
it might be difficult to deliver."

"How'd that happen? I would have figured it would have formed in
the usual place."

"Well, the first time it happened to me, it did. In fact, my
penis disappeared in the process, and I was completely a woman. But
these balloons do different things when you use more than one at a
time without popping the previous ones. After the first experience, I
experimented a little, and now Beth and I line up."

"So you both have male and female parts? That's hard to believe.
I mean, I believe you, but it's hard to imagine."

Beth and Gregg looked at each other. Silently, a decision was
reached. Gregg said, "We can show you, if you want. I mean, we want
you to know what has happened to us, because you're our friend. This
is not a pass or anything, we'll be totally clinical for you. Do you
want to see?"

"Only if you're sure you don't mind. I don't want to pry, or
impose, but I think I would like to see how you look now. Just to get
a better understanding." Susan spoke with deference.

Beth said, "Okay, we'll be right back." They went into the
bedroom and removed all their clothing. Beth removed her makeup, too,
in order to better match Gregg's appearance. She also pulled her hair
back like Gregg's.

Gregg said, "She's taking this really well, don't you think?"

"Yes, she is. I guess she took me at my word about bringing an
open mind," replied Beth.

They went back into the living room stark naked. Susan gaped for
a moment when she saw Beth's penis and testicles, more so when she saw
Gregg's upside-down anatomy. "So does everything work? I mean, what
happens when you have an orgasm? Or when you pee?"

Gregg spoke up. "I'll answer; your second question first. I pee
from both orifices. I have to sit down and lean over forwards when I
go. As for your first question, it depends on the stimulation. Late
Sunday morning we went at it like rabbits, and I had a lot of
different sensations. Sometimes both systems would be in sync to where
I'd have both orgasms at once, sometimes not, and occasionally one
would not be ready and I'd just have one system's orgasm. I like the
female one better. The sensations aren't as immediate, nor as
localized, but they're more intense, and they go through my entire
body. I'll leave it to Beth to explain to you the female how the male
orgasm feels."

Beth said, "Before I get into that, I'll tell you that I don't
pee through both orifices. My penis wasn't created from whole cloth;
it was converted from my clitoris, and is adapted from my existing
anatomy. The only urethra I have now is the one in my penis. So I can
pee standing up. If I blow up one of the twisty balloons real short, I
can have another clitoris. I haven't yet done that and had to pee at
the same time, but I have had multiple penises, each with its own
urethra, so I'm guessing that recreating my clit would recreate my
vaginal urethra too.

"The male orgasm, like Gregg said, isn't a whole-body experience.
It's pretty much centered in the penis and groin. That's not to say it
lacks in intensity, though. Compared to the female orgasm, it's not as
dramatic, maybe, but it's still orgasmic. The ejaculation feels
wonderful. In fact, since having a penis, more of my female orgasms
have been ejaculatory, I guess in sympathetic response. The thing I
notice is that the male orgasm feels like I'm expending energy, while
the female orgasm feels like I'm gaining energy."

Susan was hesitant. "Um, this is probably pushing things too far,
but can I touch you? Just to, like, examine the transformations.
Gregg? Beth? I'll understand if you say no."

Beth said, "Okay with me. How about you, Gregg?"

Gregg said, "If you're okay, I'm okay. Susan, we are at your
disposal. What did you have in mind?"

Susan got up from the couch and walked over to Gregg. "I wanted
to know how real your femininity was, so I was thinking I'd examine
your breasts and your private parts. You're sure you won't mind if I
put my finger up in there?"

Gregg said, "We said we'd be clinical about this. I've never had
a gynecological exam, I've only been like this since Sunday morning.
But hands are better than cold metal, I'm sure. Go ahead."

Susan ran her hands over Gregg's breasts, feeling the texture of
the skin and the heft of each breast. When she ran her hand near one
nipple, it hardened. "Are you cold?" she asked, with a little smirk.

"Actually, yes. Don't take all the credit." Gregg grinned.

"So, if someone sticks you with a needle, do you ooze salad oil?"

"No, no matter what you fill the balloon with, the breasts are
always normal flesh. I'd bleed."

"Does that make the change permanent too?"

"No, just popping the balloon."

Susan said, "Okay, I'm going in." She put a finger in Gregg's
vagina, noticing as she did how complete Gregg's anatomy was. She
noted the presence of the clitoris in the labial area, and the urethra
just inside the vagina. As far as she could tell, Gregg was real.

The exploration of her vagina caused Gregg's penis to twitch.
There was no arousal, but there was movement. Susan noticed. "Am I
doing that?" she asked.

"Yes, but there's no significance to it. This is a sufficiently
non-sexual experience that it's not aroused. It's just responding to
the contact," Gregg responded.

Susan stepped to Beth and said, "That brings me to you. Girl, I
didn't press the matter just now with Gregg because I figure
whatever's been there her whole life probably works fine. But I kind
of want to see your response." She turned to Gregg. "Look, Gregg, I
know you two are a couple. And the last thing I want to do is get
between you. But I would be really interested to see someone I've
known for years as a woman get off as a man."

Gregg said, "I understand. As long as it's just masturbation,
okay? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with anything more than that. But
the real question lies with Beth. Beth, honey, are you uncomfortable
with the idea of jacking off in front of Susan?"

Beth thought a moment. "Um, a little bit, but we've gone this
far, so okay. But don't you want to examine me first?"

Susan said, "Actually, now that you bring it up, I would. But I
don't want to check out your breasts; I'm sure they're as real-feeling
as Gregg's. I just want to see the parts of you that are different."
With that, she knelt down and examined Beth's penis and scrotum. She
held the penis between her thumb and forefinger and moved it this way
and that, looking at the foreskin, which of course had never been
removed. "I've never seen an uncut member before," she said.

She felt of the scrotum, feeling the testes inside. At one point,
she squeezed too hard, and Beth yelped. "Sorry. Yep, those are real,"
Susan said. She lifted the scrotum and saw how it blended underneath
into her vulva, the seam of her scrotum becoming the dividing line
between her labia. She stopped there. "Again, just the different
parts. Well, I'm done here. Can you show me now how it works?" She
went back to the sofa and sat down.

Beth was very self-conscious. She had a little bit of performance
anxiety, and she had difficulty becoming hard.

Susan offered, "Maybe if the setting weren't so clinical, you
could get started easier. Gregg, I'm not suggesting you two put on a
show for me, but maybe your touch would help Beth along."

Gregg put her hand on Beth's shoulder. "Honey, if you can't do
this, it's okay. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to
do."

Susan spoke up. "That's right. I'm sorry if I seemed callous a
second ago. I was just really curious, and it made me forget what an
odd request I was making of you. Listen, I could get one of those
balloons and do it to myself if that would be better."

Beth said, "Well, that would work, but the process is unnatural
the first time you use the balloon. You're immediately erect, and you
have to pee afterwards. I've already been through that stage, and my
responses are more natural. If you want to see the natural male sexual
response, you'd have to watch me or Gregg. But I gather from what
you've said that seeing Gregg doesn't interest you. You want to see me
whom you know as a woman, perform as a man, right?"

"Right. I'd also like to see Gregg, whom I knew as a man, perform
as a woman, but that's not feasible, because the female response is
rather subtle and mostly internal, and so wouldn't be as visible. But
if I could see her get moist and see her clitoris erect, that'd cover
most of the bases.

"The reason I didn't ask Gregg is one: I don't know her as well
as I know you, and two: I know how difficult it can be to stimulate
the female sexuality. I figured the tactile reflex of the penis would
make it respond better," said Susan.

"Are you sure your interest is just clinical curiosity?" asked
Gregg. "Are you sure you're not just a little excited by the idea?"

Susan stopped at this. "What are you saying?"

Beth said, "Gregg and I have gotten a lot closer since we've
changed. I think what she's saying -- stop me if I'm wrong, honey --
is that if you were more intimately involved, we might all feel more
comfortable, and you'd be better able to judge the response. I know
part of what's making me feel non-sexual is the feeling that I'm on
display. While I don't mind displaying myself for you anatomically,
it's a real hindrance to an erection. Or, for that matter, the female
erection. Right, Gregg?"

"Right, sweetheart. I guess what we're saying is maybe we should
release our inhibitions and have a three-way."

"Are you sure? I mean, I've heard of situations where people have
had three-ways with people they knew, and then jealousy started
lingering afterward, eventually ruining the relationship. I wouldn't
want to be responsible for doing that to you two."

"We both invited you. I think Beth and I are too well-suited for
each other to let someone stand between us. So, does the idea interest
you? If not, we should probably call it a night."

"Yes, I'm interested. Very. I don't know if I'm gay or what, but
I'm interested. Can I get one of those round balloons? I think I'd
like to see what life is like with really big breasts. Maybe later, if
I'm feeling daring, I can try one of the long ones, too."

Beth, feeling much more comfortable now that the clinical
atmosphere had dissipated, asked, "How big do you want to get? We have
sizes up to twelve feet, but we can't really use them in this small
house. We've never tried that size ourselves."

"Twelve feet! Wow. I can understand why you haven't; you'd crush
yourselves. What other sizes do you have?"

"Six feet, three feet, eighteen inches, twelve inches, nine
inches, and seven inches. Even the smallest size is pretty damn big
when fully inflated. Imagine your chest sticking out seven inches."

"Yeah, that would be pretty damn big. But I think I'd like to try
the eighteen-inch size. Might as well go for the gusto, but any bigger
than that and I don't think I could get around very well."

"This is true. We've tried three-foot together before, and we
just about couldn't mate up with them in the way. Gregg, should we
tell her the other part of what we did?"

"I don't see why not." Beth went to get the requested balloon.
Gregg continued, "Susan, if you turn the round balloons inside out,
the effect is that your body mass is affected by the equivalent volume
of inflation substance's mass. As it progresses, your body becomes
more and more like a body-shaped balloon. If you go farther than your
body volume, you begin to inflate like a balloon. Your body still
works normally, but all the processes are drastically changed.
Everything that goes all the way into you or comes out of you becomes
a bubble or balloon. If it's solid, it becomes a balloon. If it's
liquid, it becomes a bubble. You can see it inside you, too, until
it's absorbed by the body, which doesn't take long in that form.
Things which aren't absorbed stay in balloon form. All of them revert
when you deflate the balloon, unless they've been popped."

"Oh, neat! Do the balloons have mouths, too?"

"No, they're completely perfectly spherical."

"What do you mean, 'all the way in'?"

"Well, if you swallow something, for instance. If it goes in a
body cavity and the opening is closed behind it."

"So, if you had a tampon or suppository and inserted it all the
way into your vagina or rectum, it would become a balloon?"

"I'm guessing yes, although we didn't try that."

"And if someone sticks you with a needle?"

"I scared myself half to death when I realized I was sticking
Beth with a needle this morning. But she didn't pop; you can see she's
still here. She just bled little red bubbles."

"Okay, what about waste elimination?"

"Number one is little yellow bubbles, number two is brown
balloons that inflate for as long as you push. The balloons soften as
they sit in the water in the toilet, and eventually pop. The pieces of
them, and anything else coming out as a balloon and then popped, are
just like latex. The latex has most of the other properties of the
substance it corresponds to. They stay that way even if you go back to
your normal body. Anything that hasn't popped goes back to the way it
should be."

Gregg showed Susan the pennies they had experimented with that
morning, showing how the little copper-colored pieces of latex
reflected light like metal, were metallic to the touch, and rang when
they were tapped. But then she pulled on a piece, and it stretched
just like rubber. The other penny was just a penny. "This one was a
little shiny copper-colored balloon before Beth reverted to her
natural state. They were both swallowed by her and vomited by her."

"Did you try this with food too then?"

"Yes, that's how we discovered the solid/liquid difference. Solid
things that had begun to be digested came out as what you would call
either thick bubbles or soft balloons. Bubbles resulting from liquids
just burst like a soap bubble. They leave little rings on surfaces,
but not much else."

Beth, walking back into the room, broke in. "I'm sorry to break
up this discussion. Weren't we talking about something else before?"
In her left hand she had an orange round balloon and a green long
balloon. In her right hand she had the air pump. "This green one is
for later, if you get to feeling 'daring' like you said. It's a nine-
incher. The air pump is so you don't wear yourself out huffing and
puffing. I can hook it up to my clap-activated outlet to start it. It
also has an automatic shut-off to prevent overinflation. That would be
inconvenient, because they swell up almost instantly to twice their
rated size and pop, if you overinflate them. That leaves you with
breasts also twice the rated size that are a permanent part of you.
They can only be removed surgically."

Gregg said, "This orange one is the eighteen-inch size you
requested. We can share the experience with you or you can go it
alone. What do you want to do?"

"Well, I think I'd feel less conspicuous if I were sharing the
experience. How do we start?"

"Put your hand on the balloon any time while it's inflating. If
you wait until it's almost finished, the result will be nearly
instant. If you do it when the pump starts, it'll be gradual, matching
the size of the balloon as it inflates. If you're the last person to
touch the balloon before the pump is activated, that'll also work."

"I'm ready. Let me get my clothes off, though." Susan felt many
things as she stripped: apprehension, exhilaration, fear, and
excitement. Apprehension because this was to be her first three-way
and only her second same-sex experience. She reflected that it wasn't
really a same-sex experience, because neither Gregg nor Beth was
entirely female like she was. Exhilaration just from the newness of
the experience. Fear from exposing her body for the first time, and
from the unusual circumstances. And excitement at what was to happen.

As Susan stripped, Beth and Gregg stood close to each other. They
held hands, and kissed each other. The kiss was a source of excitement
to all three. Beth finally got an erection, and so did Gregg. Finally,
Susan was nude. Beth and Gregg each reached for one of Susan's hands
and put it to the part they had added. Susan felt Beth's hard cock and
Gregg's moist pussy and stiff clit. They were standing in a triangle,
shoulders against each other. Beth said, "Are you ready? Touch the
balloon."

Susan removed her hand from Beth's hard-on and touched the
balloon, and Gregg clapped. Susan felt what she had before, the airy
feeling in her boobs as they began to grow. Beth and Gregg each
touched the balloon, and soon all their breasts were pressing against
each other as they expanded. Susan felt the warmth of the flesh on
either side of her. She reached back down for Beth's cock and felt it
along its shaft. She felt the tip of it and its moisture at the
opening.

Beth, at the same time, was stroking Gregg's cock with one hand.
She had her other hand on Susan's ass cheeks, reaching in toward her
pussy from behind.

Gregg was feeling of Beth's pussy from behind with one hand and
Susan's from the front with the other.

The pump cut off. They disengaged briefly, so that Susan could
see the final product.

All three women (for they all thought of themselves as women,
despite whatever male anatomy they might have) had gigantic, eighteen-
inch-diameter breasts. Beth's and Gregg's dicks stuck straight out as
poles. Gregg's pussy was glistening with wetness, as was Susan's.
Beth's could not be seen, but on request from Susan, she lifted her
balls out of the way, and Susan could see the moisture there as well.

Susan got down on her knees and transferred her attention to
Beth's prick. She ran her fingers along its shaft, and circled the tip
with her index finger. As she did, her mouth got closer and closer to
it, until finally she reached out with her tongue and licked it.

Meanwhile, Gregg fingered Beth's pussy with one hand and fondled
Susan's breasts with the other. She French-kissed Beth deeply, their
tongues intertwining. As she thrusted her tongue, she thrusted her
fingers into Beth's ever-wetter pussy.

Beth's hands were both on Gregg. One was on her dick, the other
in her pussy. She rubbed against Gregg's clit while fingering her, and
stroked her cock too.

Soon the sensations were too much, and they all lay on the floor.
Susan by this time was giving Beth a full-fledged blowjob. Sometimes
she would suck Beth's balls into her mouth and tongue her pussy. Beth
in turn was doing the same for Gregg, who was upside-down in relation
to her, likewise sticking her tongue in Gregg's snatch whenever she
could. Gregg was eating Susan's pussy and fondling her breasts. Due to
the angle involved, Gregg had to reach around Susan's back to touch
her breasts; Susan's body was the only one facing out of the triangle
they formed. Gregg's own breasts were being caressed by Beth, whose
were being touched by Susan.

This soon became uncomfortable for Susan, so she turned around.
Now she could no longer tongue Beth's pussy while sucking her balls,
but she continued to do both separately. She could reach Beth's
breasts much easier now, and Gregg could reach hers. Now they formed a
true daisy chain, each one orally pleasuring the next while manually
exploring her breasts.

They didn't work at a frenzy, but continued steadily to suck and
lick each other. No one was intent on orgasm just yet, they were just
enjoying the sensations. Susan kept up her intricate dance of mouth
and tongue on Beth's dual sets of sexual organs.

Beth understood now why men liked blowjobs so much. Her previous
experience, when she had given herself one, had been so new to her
that she didn't realize the difference when she and Gregg had coupled
that first time. She ascribed it to her becoming used to the
sensations from her dick. Now she knew: blowjobs are different from
intercourse; they're much better. Nothing can beat the action of an
articulate set of muscles like the mouth, that can at will provide
suction, change shape, and provide friction via the tongue against
almost any part of the organ. The difference between intercourse and
cunnilingus was much less distinct, unless a man knew how to do it.
She could see that it would be almost impossible to do a blowjob
wrong. Nonetheless, she concentrated on giving Gregg the best blowjob
she'd ever had. Plus, whenever she took the whole shaft in her mouth,
she would flick her tongue into Gregg's pussy on over her clit.

Gregg, as a result, was very nearly in a frenzy, even though she
was fairly relaxed and not frenetic in her motions on Susan's pussy.
In order to prolong the experience, she made herself relax and began
to focus more on what she was doing to Susan. She occasionally covered
the entire opening with her mouth and sucked gently. She probed the
vagina furtively with her tongue. She pursed her lips over Susan's
clit and slowly drew them off. She licked it lightly and firmly, but
never roughly. She also gently licked the areas all around the sides
and bottom of Susan's pussy.

Susan was likewise having to concentrate on relaxing, because of
Gregg's actions. She had never had anyone be so creative and sensitive
about eating her pussy before. Gregg really seemed to know what she
was doing. Susan usually only came from manual or oral stimulation of
her clitoris anyway; intercourse didn't provide the right motions to
get her rocks off. But even so, she usually had to help the process
along mentally, stoking her own fires. Gregg, however, was bringing
her along despite herself. She actually had to do the opposite of what
she usually did, and calm herself down, so she could concentrate on
Beth. She felt Beth deserved to know what a good blowjob felt like.
She didn't know if Beth and Gregg had given each other oral sex, but
she figured Gregg would not be experienced in giving blowjobs, no
matter her expertise in eating pussy. Susan, on the other hand, had
been told more than a few times that her oral skills were among the
best. So she sucked and swirled her tongue and licked, and when she
felt Beth's penis begin to tense up rhythmically, she pulled off and
sucked on Beth's balls and tongued her pussy.

As this continued, they each found themselves feeling constantly
on the edge of orgasm, even though none had purposefully sought that
out for herself. Soon it was too much to bear, and something had to
give.

And give it did. Gregg was the first to reach the point of no
return, and her cock squirted wave after wave of hot sperm into Beth's
mouth. At the same time, her pussy gushed with fluid, drenching Beth's
chin and neck.

The release of Gregg's cum triggered the response in Beth, and
while she maintained her suction, draining Gregg dry, she felt herself
let go. Her entire body heaved as she felt her semen spurt over and
over again into Susan's greedy mouth. Like Gregg, her pussy gushed
with fluid, spilling it all over Susan's face.

Susan finally let herself come too, prompted by the feeling of
the cum filling her mouth as she swallowed, and the sudden strong,
rhythmic suction Gregg had begun on her entire pussy. She came like
she never had before, triggering her own flood of juices into Gregg's
waiting mouth. She was astounded, because she had never had an
ejaculatory orgasm, and wasn't sure she could, before then.

Then an interesting thing happened. Susan wasn't done yet. She
got up and began sucking in earnest on Gregg's left breast. Gregg was
surprised at her suction. When Beth had fallen asleep Saturday night
with her mouth on Gregg's breast, it had been gentle, more like
kissing than sucking. Susan was going at it like a newborn piglet. She
seemed to be truly suckling Gregg's enormous breast, as if trying to
pull milk from it. Gregg looked down at Susan, then up at Beth. Beth
shrugged her shoulders. Then she paused a moment, and went to work on
Gregg's other breast.

Gregg began to feel something stirring inside her breasts. Since
there was a lot to them, soon she felt a lot of stirring. She began to
feel that her breasts were getting tense, kind of a minor version of a
full bladder feeling. The feeling grew. Soon she couldn't stand it. It
felt like her breasts were going to explode. Then something felt like
it gave way, and a warm feeling spread from the inside of her breasts
outward toward the nipples. She was milking!

Susan smiled and rivulets of milk ran down her cheeks, as she
continued to suck on Gregg's now-lactating 18-inch breasts. Beth, too,
drank greedily from Gregg's bosom. The flow was like a water fountain,
and seemed never-ending; Beth and Susan soon could drink no more. But
Gregg's breasts kept pouring forth milk, although less dramatically
without suction. A puddle was developing on the floor. They brought
Gregg over to the kitchen sink, stopped it up, and let her drain until
the flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped altogether. When it was
done, there was about a half-gallon of milk in the sink, a quart from
each breast.

Gregg said, "I'm not done, though. I can still feel it inside me.
Susan, how did you do that?"

"I just knew that breasts that grew as big as ours did as fast as
they did would probably be on the verge of lactation. And I figured
the best test subject would be you, since you haven't had breasts all
your adult life. I'm surprised at how much milk they generate, though.
If you're thirsty, Gregg, I'll let you have some of mine."

Gregg said, "Well, thank you, Susan. That's mighty neighborly of
you. Don't mind if I do." With that, they went back into the living
room. Susan lay on the floor on her back. Gregg lay next to her on her
side, lining up where she could easily suckle. Beth, not wanting to be
left out, curled up on Susan's other side. While she felt full from
Gregg's milk, she could still help suckle. She had brought a large
bowl from the kitchen to catch Susan's milk when the flow started.

Gregg started pulling on the tip of Susan's nipple with suction.
Susan said, "Not just the nipple, suck on the whole aureola, or as
much as will fit in your mouth."

Beth, for her part, was disappointed. Nobody was suckling her,
and Gregg would probably be too full to do so after drinking Susan's
milk. Gregg caught a piece of that disappointment from Beth, watching
her body language through the corner of her eye. She realized what it
was centered around, and let off Susan's nipple momentarily.

"Honey, I promise I won't fill up on Susan. If anyone fills me
up, it'll be you." Beth smiled at this, and they both started back to
suckling Susan.

Soon Susan was ready to go. As the first drops hit Gregg's mouth,
she stopped sucking. She said, "Now that you've, uh, is 'let down' the
expression?" The others nodded. "Okay. Now that you've let down, can
we take you over to the sink? I want to get started on Beth. Beth,
leave that bowl in here, we'll need it for your other breast. Susan,
let's get you to the sink."

Susan stayed at the sink longer than Gregg had, because virtually
none of her milk had drained, so it took longer for the pressure to
subside and the milk ducts to close up again. When she was done, they
estimated the amount to be about a gallon, two quarts from each
breast. "Two quarts! That means we each drank about a quart of milk
from you, Gregg. No wonder I feel so full," said Beth.

"Now, honey, Susan and I will start on you. If you'd care to lie
down?" Gregg motioned to the floor.

This time, Beth took the center position, and Susan and Gregg
curled up next to her.

It seemed to take Beth no time at all to let down. Gregg drank
and drank from her lover's breast, until she could drink no more. They
borught Beth to the sink, where she drained out about three quarts
before stopping, including what had dribbled into the bowl from the
breast Susan had been sucking but did not drink from.

"I wonder why you were so quick?" Gregg wondered aloud to Beth.

"There are a lot of other ways to stimulate the lactation reflex
besides suckling," said Susan. "Lactating women can be stimulated to
produce milk by the sound of a baby's cry, or seeing another mother
nursing, or just by thinking about nursing. It's my guess that Beth's
reflex was stimulated by the last two, especially when you told her
she'd be next."

"Well, we're all still full, aren't we? I wonder what happens if
we deflate?" asked Beth.

"I don't know. I'm not sure I want to find out just yet," said
Susan, "because for one thing, all the excess milk might be retained
in our normal breasts, which would be pretty painful until we express
it. For another thing, I'm not ready to go back yet. In fact, I guess
you could say I'm feeling a little daring."

Beth and Gregg looked at each other, sharing a look and a smile.
Once she saw what could be done, Susan too wanted to experiment. Beth
said, "Okay, here's your balloon. Don't let me touch it from now until
the pump stops, or I'll grow another one. Gregg is okay, it'll just
make hers longer. Have at it."

Gregg added, "No, don't let me touch it either. I like me just
the way I am. Plus I don't want to have to pee. It's inconvenient
given my anatomy. Beth, I oughta get you to make another clit for
yourself, just so you'll have to sit down to pee again." They both
smiled. Beth had been considering just such an act, but for a
different reason. Her orgasms were not as well defined with her penis
acting as a penis and as a substitute clitoris. She wanted to get back
the full female experience too, which had been suffering in comparison
since her transformation.

"Maybe I will, but not because of that." Beth grinned. Gregg
understood.

Meanwhile, Susan had attached the green twisty balloon to the
pump. She joked, "Stand back folks, I don't want this to hit anybody."
Then she activated the pump.

The first thing she felt was as if her clit were becoming erect
and aroused. It stiffened in place. Then she felt it swelling. She
looked down, and saw a small protrusion growing from the top of her
vulva, with a little opening at the end. Soon there was an entire tip
of a penis there at the crest of her mound. It began to grow outward,
the foreskin pulling back as it went. Five, six, seven, eight inches
it grew. Finally, at nine inches, throbbing and complete with visible
veins, the pump stopped and so did Susan's new penis. It hung there in
the air. Susan realized that it sort of felt like her clit was cold.

She looked at it for a few seconds, then said, "Where are my
balls? Beth, you have them."

Beth pulled the balloon from the hose and tied it off. She
twisted the end of the balloon into the two sections and wrapped them
around each other, and Susan was complete.

"Oh, that felt weird."

Beth said, "Touch it. It jumps."

Susan did, and it did. "Wow. I want to fuck something." She
started stroking her own dick. "This feels great! It's like having a
really long clit or something, that can stand lots of direct contact."

Gregg stepped up to her, and said, "If you think you're man
enough now, I'm woman enough now." She pulled Susan into her, her
swelling cock rising and rubbing along Susan's pussy.

When that happened, Susan said, "Oh my God, I forgot that was
even there! You two really are lined up for each other. And now I am
too."

Beth stepped closer. "How do you feel about anal sex? I've been
the recipient a few times, but I was never comfortable. I want to try
it this way," she said, motioning at her growing erection, "but I
don't want to force myself on anyone. I'd ask Gregg, but she's not
likely to have ever received, and it would probably hurt too much. You
and I have talked about sex a lot. Has anybody ever tried it with
you?"

Susan was momentarily stricken. This was not the question she was
expecting. But she recovered quickly. "I've done it a few times. It
was painful at first, until I learned to loosen up and enjoy it. I
don't get off on it, though."

She thought a moment, and continued, "I have another idea,
though. We can do that too, but at some point I think we should try
this: Let Gregg fuck you from underneath me, and you can fuck me
doggie style while I'm fucking Gregg. How does that sound? I'm game
either way. Surprise me."

Beth considered her options. "Let's --"

Susan interrupted. "I said surprise me. Let me have it."

So Beth took her pussy juices and lathered up her cock with them.
She approached Susan from behind, and, guiding Gregg's cock into her
pussy, began pressing her own dick into Susan's ass. She could feel
Susan literally "loosen up" as she worked her way into the rectum, but
it was still a very tight fit. In fact, she could hardly move at
first. Then she began making longer and longer strokes. The feeling
was incredible. It wasn't as good as a blowjob, but it was definitely
good, maybe a little better than intercourse. She came to a similar
realization about why so many of the men she had been intimate with
eventually wanted to try it as she had about blowjobs. Despite her
excitement, she found the focus to say something about it.

"Gregg, you've got to try this! Susan, you too."

Gregg, who was pretty well occupied on two fronts, slowed down
her thrusting. She said, "Tried it. Remember Marie? She actually liked
it. Even wanted me to receive, from a dildo. She got as far as the
head, and it hurt too much."

Susan said, "She should have started with a butt plug. They come
in different sizes, and she could have stretched you out before trying
to start with the full Monty. That's what finally helped me. Beth, I
may take you up on that."

Beth wasn't really concerned about prolonging her orgasm, because
she knew it wasn't doing anything for Susan. So she shot her load
rather quickly, and this time without an accompanying flood from her
vagina. The continued stimulation from Gregg, however, soon had her
hard again. She cleaned herself off with some tissue from the coffee
table which was just within reach. Then she decided to take Susan up
on her earlier offer. As she slid her prick into Susan's wet twat, she
said, "Surprise! I decided to do both."

"Unh. Yeah, that's a surprise all right. Unh."

Beth and Gregg could tell from Susan's relative incoherence that
she was nearing orgasm. Beth wasn't there again yet, so she and Gregg
slowed down. Finally, Beth was able to accelerate her response so that
she was nearly ready. She grunted with the effort of ejaculating again
so soon after the previous orgasm. When she did let go, she moaned as
she ejaculated into Susan's pussy and onto Gregg's penis.

At the same time, Gregg had been waiting for Beth, and when she
felt Beth slicken even more around her penis, she too let go. She too
moaned, but not because of the effort, but because she had been
waiting and was more than ready for the orgasm that hit.

Susan, meanwhile, was completely taken aback by the experience.
It felt as if her body was no longer under her control. She began
pounding into Gregg as if her life depended on it. This had the added
effect of making Beth's thrusts from behind seem stronger. When she
felt the sperm inside her, and Gregg's pussy begin to contract around
her penis, she felt the tension in the tip of her penis, and her hips
began moving as if of their own mind. She felt the cum, felt it shoot
out of her and into Gregg, and the feeling released another flood,
this one of pussy juices, onto Beth's penis.

Everybody collapsed. Momentarily Susan said, "Ow! I've got to
pee! You weren't kidding about that!" She hopped up from the floor and
proceeded to the bathroom.

Beth called after her, "Remember you don't have to sit down now."

Susan sat down anyway, a lifetime of habit doesn't necessarily go
away that easy. But when her soft but still nine-inch long penis hit
the cold water, she changed her mind. She stood up and turned around,
aiming the stream as best she could for a first try, considering she
could hardly touch the head of it. It started shrinking immediately
after she stopped peeing. She let go of it, fascinated by the way it
wrinkled up as it shrank. Finally, it was a little nub, sticking out
little more than an inch. The foreskin, which had pulled back over the
head as it softened, was now covering all but the opening at the end.

She went back in the living room. Beth and Gregg were seated on
the sofa, and she joined them. "What happens when you pop these
balloons?" She indicated the green balloon. "I mean, besides becoming
permanent."

"What do you mean?" asked Beth.

"Well, when you blow it up, it makes you grow one that's hard. If
you pop it, do you have a permanent erection? That could be a problem,
I would think."

"From what the instructions say, it depends on the state of your
penis at the time. That's why it stays long until after you pee the
first time, because some men's penises are that way, I'm sure you've
noticed. Whatever state you're in when you pop it is the way it stays.
That's not to say you'd be impotent, it works normally, it just stays
that way when you're soft. Of course, if you pop it when you're hard,
you stay hard forever. It only stays long the first time, too, and
that's the only time you have to pee. From then on, you have a penis
that extends when hard and shrinks when soft, and you don't pee unless
you really do have to."

"Neat. I think I'd like to have this, if I could just do it at
will. You know, make it show up or go away as I pleased."

Gregg said, "Beth has done that. We went out Saturday night, in
fact that was my first night with this stuff, and she got my attention
with it."

Susan said, "Yeah, Gregg, I've been meaning to ask you about
that. You know, how you came to decide to be the way you are now. But
first, I want Beth to show me that trick. If it works for me the way
it worked for her, I definitely want it. In fact, I'll take the
fateful step with it." She slapped her hand against her open mouth,
making a popping noise.

"If it works for you the way it worked for me, you may not want
it. And you'd better not rush into a decision like this. Remember, it
becomes permanently a part of you unless you have it removed,"
reminded Beth.

"That's the point; I can make it go away. What's to decide?"

"Well, it's not entirely under your control. When you get horny,
it comes out, and when you're not, it goes away. You have to
purposefully change it if it's not doing what you want. When you're
asleep it may change without your knowledge. I know Sunday morning I
had an unexpected morning woody. That could be embarrassing."

"I always wake up before the guy does. Not a problem."

"What do you intend to do with it? I mean, I thought you were
straight."

"I pretty much am as far as experience goes, but my fantasy
material is pretty bisexual. I might consider switching sides if I
felt I had something special to offer. Maybe even switching back and
forth. If nothing else, I can pick up gay guys in drag bars. All I'd
have to do is overdress and put on too much makeup. But I would have
the freedom to choose, more choice than most people have."

"If you're so sure, why haven't you had more experiences? The
reason I know this form suits me is that I actually had a lesbian
affair in college."

"I have had one lesbian experience, and the experience itself was
quite pleasant. It was the aftermath that I couldn't deal with. For
one, she outed me when I didn't even know if I was gay or not. For
another, she started acting very possessive. She was a good lover, but
not a good partner. It's taken me a long time to get over that. But
the encounter itself that we had is something I often find myself
playing over in my head. I think I might be ready to try again, if I
thought the time was right. And I can still go straight even if I get
burned again."

"With gay guys? What happens when it goes away? And with straight
guys, what happens when it comes out? I know you said you always wake
up first, but what if you don't, or if he wakes up in the middle of
the night and it's out? You could get hurt or killed."

"What you don't know about me is that I'm a 2nd-degree black
belt, in judo and taekwondo. I'll take my chances. Maybe if I'm lucky,
I'll meet someone like Gregg, who could accept me as both."

"All right. Tell you what. I'll tell you how it's done, and give
you a balloon. Then I wash my hands of it. First, get a long balloon
twice the length you want your penis to be. It has to be twice the
length because of what you do to it next. Push the end of it inward
until it meets the mouth. Hold the tip with your teeth while you
inflate the balloon to the length you want, it will extend up to half
its rated length. Tie it off. If you want balls too, twist the balloon
like that green one is. You might want to practice with a non-magic
balloon first. I think they sell animal balloons at the grocery store;
I know they're at the party store. Now, what size dick do you want?"

"What are the sizes?"

"Almost the same as the round ones: seven, nine, twelve, fifteen,
and thirty inches, five feet, and ten feet. I don't recommend the use
of anything past fifteen inches at full extension, which works out to
seven and a half, but you can use a longer one and stop before full
inflation. For instance, if you like the size of the one you've got
now, even though it's a little beyond the norm, you can use a red one
-- that's thirty inches, half is fifteen -- and stop when you get to
nine."

"No, I think I'll go with just big. This one is a little too
much. Give me a fifteen. That gives me seven and a half."

"Okay. I'll be right back."

While Beth was gone, Susan said to Gregg, "Now back to my earlier
question. What made you decide to be this way? I'd heard you were
bisexual or something."

Gregg answered, "Nothing quite so clear-cut. I guess I was what
you'd call a 'male lesbian.' I've never been sexually attracted to
men, just women. But I did have a thing for she-males and
hermaphrodites. You know what those are?" Susan nodded. Gregg
continued, "Well, they turned me on, as long as they really looked
like women. The ones who looked like guys with boobs turned me off.
You can call that latent homosexuality if you like, but hermaphrodites
turned me on better than she-males, because they have vaginas too. And
the less obvious the silicone, the better, too. Real-looking, woman's
breasts were important. I did, and still do, have a thing about big
breasts.

"But not just on others. I wanted some of my own, too. I was
interested in having a female body. I didn't go in for the transsexual
therapy treatment because it's expensive and I didn't think I felt
that strongly about it, especially the final operation. But I did
cross-dress in the privacy of my own home. That may be the source of
what you've heard about me, if someone went snooping in my closets and
blabbed about it."

"And now you've transformed yourself permanently. What made you
decide?"

"Well, I decided almost as quickly as you. My first
transformation was Saturday night, and by Sunday afternoon I was ready
to pop into womanhood with the B-cup breasts you saw on me earlier
tonight. But not all of this is permanent. Obviously these eighteen-
inch breasts aren't, we three all did those together. My pussy isn't.
If I go into the other room and open up the clear long balloon, it'll
shrink away inside until I'm smooth there again. Beth's dick isn't,
either. But to keep them from going away as the balloons' air leaks
away, we've dipped the balloons in sealer. I don't know how Beth feels
about it, but I might consider popping mine. Even though it's
inconvenient when I pee, and I probably can't deliver children
normally, I really like having both sets, and I like having them in
this alignment, for Beth's sake as much as mine."

Beth had walked back into the room, and heard the last two
sentences. "That's sweet of you, dear. I was just mentioning to Susan
today, how I might broach the subject with you of our both popping our
balloons. I thought we might have a little ritual or something. I've
been considering popping my balloon too. If I do, though, I know I'll
want another clit, too. My female orgasms leave a lot to be desired
without it."

Susan said, "That makes the way you described the ritual a lot
clearer to me. 'Something that once it's done, can't be undone,' you
said. I didn't realize the significance of popping a balloon when you
mentioned it as a possibility then, but I do now. That would pretty
much make you permanent mates, wouldn't it. It would be as good as a
marriage, which otherwise would be difficult between two women, except
in Hawaii."

"You've really thought about this already?" Gregg asked Beth. "I
thought I was the only one thinking lifetime commitment."

"Sure I have. I've been thinking seriously about it since we
dipped them in the sealer. Sure, there'll be problems. I bet Susan can
think of a few practical problems right now, right Susan?"

"Right. You want me to say, though?"

"Go ahead. I'm sure each of us has already thought about it."

"Okay, medical care. You're each going to need both a
gynecologist and a urologist. Beth's prostate exam will probably have
to be conducted vaginally. Gregg probably can't wear pads, she'll have
to use tampons, which is a toxic shock risk. Gregg is now at risk for
breast cancer, ovarian cancer, and uterine or cervical cancer. Beth is
now at risk for prostate and testicular cancer. Gregg's now at risk of
osteoporosis. Gregg's already told me that she probably can't deliver
a child.

"If you decide to try to get officially married, there are other
problems. Even assuming Gregg's fingerprints still match, her
appearance no longer matches the gender on her birth certificate, as
you mentioned at work, Beth. You might have trouble getting a marriage
license. You probably will eventually get one, though, because the
birth certificate does say male. But if you decide to go back after
marriage and change it, you might not be able to, or only be able to
if the marriage is annulled.

"If you have children, what will their sexual characteristics be?
If you make changes using the balloons while one is pregnant, will the
changes affect the fetus? I can imagine one of you with a ruptured
uterus or worse, from a fetus that suddenly grew twelve-inch breasts
or a fifteen-inch penis. However, I'm almost a month late and often
nauseated lately, and nothing like that has happened to me, so either
I'm not pregnant or the magic doesn't affect unborn children. But I
think I'm pregnant. Unfortunately, or fortunately considering my
current life circumstances, I can get pregnant but not bring a child
to term. I always miscarry early in the second month. Something about
my amniotic pH." At this, Beth and Gregg both touched Susan on the
shoulder. She continued, "Don't worry, you two. I've had time to deal
with it. Maybe I can at least sire children with this." She held up
the orange balloon.

"So let's assume that I'll have extremely heavy flow in a few
weeks, representing a miscarriage, and that I'm pregnant now. That
means the magic doesn't affect unborn children. This makes sense,
because I'm sure there would have been a warning in the instructions
if it did affect fetuses. There weren't, were there?" Beth and Gregg
both shook their heads. Susan resumed. "That still leaves open the
question of what the children will inherit. If the changes made by
popping a balloon are permanent, they're probably made right down to
the genetic level. Does the child come with both sets of genitals? If
so, in what alignment, Beth's or Gregg's?

"Or what if you conceive before popping those balloons? This one
is pretty easy to guess. At birth. the child will be either male like
Gregg technically is right now or female like Beth technically is
right now. But when puberty starts, the child may begin to develop the
female attributes, even if it has male genitals. This could be
upsetting for a young boy. But you can't bring it up female, because
the genitals are the defining factor. Heaven help the poor child,
growing breasts on his chest while all his gym classmates are starting
to grow hair on theirs. If he happens to blossom early or particularly
well, or both, the problem can be traumatic. You'd have to try to get
the school to make allowances. Home schooling would probably be the
best approach. Then you could bring the child up mostly female. She'd
probably grow up to be a big hit among certain sections of either the
lesbian or gay male populations, depending on her orientation. Either
way, it'd be difficult to call her straight. Heck, she might make a
fortune as a she-male model. But, as parents, that's probably not the
life you want for your child.

"If the child has female parts, then there's no problem. She'll
grow up female, with no more than the usual minor traumas of growing
up. But what about children conceived while one or the other or both
of you are altered? Will the change, although temporary for you, be
permanently inherited by the child? Just look at the situation right
now. If you were to have my child, Gregg, from what we just did, would
it start growing eighteen-inch breasts at puberty? Again, what would
its genitals be? Which ones, or if both, in what arrangement? Again
the problem of the possibility of a male-appearing child blossoming
into womanhood at puberty, made worse by the possibility of eighteen-
inch breasts. And this time, we have the potential, as in after
popping, of such a child also having female genitals, which brings up
the possible crisis of the first period. A child's natural sexual
exploration could lead to it becoming pregnant by its own
masturbation.

"Now, children aside. What if you get married? Which bride comes
out first? Do you wear matching dresses, or different? Is there a best
man, or groomsmen equivalents, or just a bunch of bridesmaids? Who
carries who over the threshold? I'm done. So, have you thought about
all these things?"

Gregg spoke first. "Except for a few of the points about
children, yes. Ever since I realized that my new complete reproductive
system could lead to my bearing children, I've been considering the
ramifications. I had assumed that if the child were born with
ambiguous genitals, we would have more leeway in specifying the gender
we wanted it raised as. I had also assumed that such ambiguity would
most likely be the case. It did not, however, occur to me that the
child might have one or the other, given our technical states right
now, or -- I should have thought of this before, too -- considering
how meiosis works. That's probably what made you think of the problem,
isn't it?" she asked. Susan nodded.

"So a child by us might appear to be male, but may well develop
breasts and broad hips at puberty. Then again, maybe not. If the
meiosis theory holds completely, the child will probably be completely
male, considering the XY pair. If there are other mitigating factors,
such as the fact that I'm currently XY but look female, the child will
probably inherit that. The only thing that I can't see as possible is
a woman with lots of body hair, broad shoulders, receding hair, and a
beard."

"I'll agree with you on that point. Only if your at-birth traits
carry true despite your transformation could that be possible, and
then I can't see how they'd turn up in a female," said Susan. "Really,
in that case, you could only have normal children anyway."

"Okay, the way I see it, having a child with ambiguous genitalia
actually opens more doors than it closes, so the real problems we have
with children are this: A child appearing male until puberty, when
female attributes develop. Any child inheriting any temporary, widely
deviant physical alterations, whether a male, she-male, or
hermaphrodite inheriting a tremendously long penis, or a female, she-
male, or hermaphrodite inheriting enormous breasts. And a child with
ambiguous genitals making itself pregnant at an early age. Is that
pretty much it?"

"Yes, I think that covers it, since you seem to have effectively
dealt with the ambiguity problem. But there's a secondary problem, and
it's one that affects you two as well. If born different, or made so
by puberty, how do you protect them from people who want to exploit
their differences? And yourselves too? Right now, Beth could go back
to being one-hundred-percent female. So could I, and for that matter I
could even if I popped this one if I turned it inside out first." She
again held up the orange balloon. "But you, Gregg, or Beth if you pop
yours, would be a subject for scientific curiosity. Two complete,
fully functioning hermaphrodites, mates no less, would bring instant
fame to the doctor who wrote them up. It'd be hard to retain your
privacy or your children's, especially if they inherit from you."

Beth had a response for this. She had been thinking about this
ever since she tried to figure out what she'd say to her gynecologist.
"There is such a thing as doctor-patient privilege. I think we'll just
prevail upon that. Whether a G. P. or a specialist, we can deal with
the doctors by refusing to waive our privilege."

Susan came back with, "What about leaks? Even ethical medical
personnel can sometimes let things slip."

"Let the slips fall where they may," said Gregg. "All the other
problems are trivial, and we'll work them out as we get to them. It's
only the children we have to worry about. But it seems that while our
problems might be greater, there are also a lot of other possibilities
that could render those problems moot. For every chance we could have
a male develop breasts at puberty, or any child inherit wild physical
characteristics, there's three chances it won't, or can't, happen. I
think that, plus the joy of bringing a life into the world outweighs
the mere possibility of a downside. What do you think, sweetheart?"

Beth said, "You know, whatever we might have, we'll love it. Even
if it gets pregnant at twelve years old by jerking off its twelve-inch
penis between its eighteen-inch breasts. Or comes home crying from
school when its breasts and/or penis are too big for it to change for
gym class. It'll be ours, and we'll understand what it's going
through, and we'll muddle through. I vote we go for it."

Susan said, "Well, as much as you tried to make me be sure before
I decided to use this orange balloon here, I've tried to likewise play
devil's advocate with you. If you're sure, I wash my hands of it, and
I wish you the best of lives together. Now, I'll be changing back and
then back again." She picked up the green balloon.

"Wait. I have one more treat for you. Since you've decided to
keep at least a permanent penis, even a retractable one, let me give
you a taste of something you did for me, and I'm sure you'll want
again. But let's use the one you've got now. Gregg, if you'd like to
watch, you can see how I'd like it done to me when my time comes." She
pulled Susan's hips to the edge of the couch and had her lay back on
it. "Sit back and enjoy the ride." Then she got down on the floor in
front of Susan, and took her penis in her mouth.

As she began to suck it to erection, she felt it swelling in her
mouth, and reaching down her throat. She had to suppress the gag
reflex to keep from choking on Susan's nine inches. She bobbed up and
down on the length of it for a few moments, then began slowly sliding
her tongue back and forth underneath it as she pulled back. Finally
just the tip was in her mouth. She opened her lips and barely dragged
her teeth across the edge of the head, then closed her lips again,
while swirling her tongue all over the head.

Susan's hands were clenching and unclenching. "Oh my God,
whatever you do, don't stop!" she cried. Her juices were flowing
freely from her pussy, but all she cared about now was her cock and
the ministrations Beth was performing.

Beth had pulled out all the stops. She alternated sucking and
licking with a motion of her mouth and throat that pulsed against the
cock that she raised and lowered her head over. The motion was sort of
like swallowing, as if Beth were trying to swallow Susan's cock whole.
Beth had never been much at cock sucking until having one of her own.
Now she regarded it as one of the greatest gifts bestowed on
humankind, and spared no effort in making Susan come.

At one point, she pulled the shaft out of her mouth and simply
pulled her lips back and forth over the head, and with her hand she
tickled Susan's scrotum. Susan began bucking her hips, trying to drive
her cock into Beth's mouth. Beth would have none of it, pulling back
almost out of reach, letting her tongue and lips just contact the
head, just as before. She knew this was driving Susan crazy, and that
she wasn't far from orgasm. She dove in.

As she took the whole throbbing member into her mouth, she
combined suction with the pulsating motion. Within seconds, she was
rewarded. Streams of cum began filling her throat, and now she began
swallowing in earnest, the continuing motions keeping Susan's orgasm
going longer than either would have thought possible. Finally, after
what seemed a quart of cum had been drained from her, Susan was spent.

"I've been told I was good at that," Susan said. "But man. You've
got to be the best there is."

Beth demurred. "I doubt it. Most of what I did is based on what
you did to me. I think they all feel that way. That's why I called it
a treat. I wanted you to discover, as I have, why men are always
trying to get us to do that."

"That's almost as good as any female orgasm I ever had. Wow. How
come intercourse doesn't feel that good? Never mind, I know. Pussies
don't have tongues. Now I'm even more sure I want to have one
permanently."

"I wonder how many women would pass up a chance to have one of
these for a while," Beth said.

"Not many, I'd guess. It may not shake your whole body, but it's
a damn great feeling. Now, how many would keep it, if they had it, is
another story. A good number would probably choose to be like I'm
going to be in a few minutes, a polymorph."

Gregg said, "Honey, you sure do put on a show. I almost creamed
myself just watching. Beth, Susan, do you want to try to express the
rest of our milk now, and then shrink back down, or do you think the
pressure would be better if we did it the other way first?"

"The pressure would be stronger, but it would also be painful
until we let down. If it works that way. The milk may shrink away with
our breasts. Even if we do bloat up, though, the extra pressure will
allow us to drain better.

"An alternative is to start sucking again once the flow stops.
Another wave of milk should start then."

Beth said, "Well then, I guess it's six of one, half dozen of the
other. Personally, I want to see what happens. If we express now, we
won't find out. Pain notwithstanding."

Susan and Gregg agreed. They would deflate the balloon for the
sake of science.

When they did, they discovered that Susan's prediction held. All
three women had pale, swollen breasts, painful to touch, each at least
a cup size over her normal size.

Susan was first to let down. She did it without any suckling,
because the pressure was so intense that the reflex could no longer be
controlled. Milk poured forth from her nipples in a stream.

At the sight of this, and from their own internal pressure, Beth
and Gregg likewise let down. All three women hung over the sink,
pouring milk into the basin. It sounded as if there were a faucet
running. They found that once they had gotten started, the milk flowed
so fast and furiously, milk actually poured outward from the nipple
rather than dribbling down it. But soon, without the suckling
sensation to sustain it, the flow had slowed to a dribble again,
albeit a strong dribble.

By the time the three had stopped up again, the basin was nearly
half full with the milk from this and their earlier episode.

(From this point all I have are just notes. Beth and Gregg have
their ceremony, and Susan gets her retractable anatomy, and discovers
she has more control than she thought. She also tries the round
balloon partially inverted, and discovers she can control her breast
size too. She tells Beth & Gregg about her experience and they decide
to buy up a few tanks of helium and release a partially inverted 12-
footer into the sky to expand and pop. They do they same with
inverted, partially righted balloons appropriate to each's size and
mass [not releasing them, just popping them], and are then able to
assume lighter-than-air balloon form at will, not to mention being
able to grow enormous [18-foot diameter], MUCH-lighter-than-air
breasts. The final state of the helium in the released balloon, at
stratospheric pressure, is incredibly buoyant at sea-level pressures,
so Beth & Gregg are capable of flying with a little combination of
balloon form and breast growth, without having to appear too
incredibly freakish. Still far from normal, though -- just depending
on how they strike the balance. Balloon form makes them
translucent/transparent, and breast growth creates noticably odd
breasts: they pull upward and are rather large. Neither one
particularly cares, though, and they have occasional adventures in
secluded private places. Since changes created by popping are
cumulative, they decide to likewise overinflate a partially inverted
12-footer with plain air, and also pop an inverted, partially righted
one appropriate to each's size and mass, likewise filled with air.
They become able to pick and choose the density properties of their
breasts and bodies almost limitlessly, and have similar options with
their breasts.)

(Possible ideas for a continuation of the story: prolonged
exposure to the magic, combined with the multitude of changes applied
to their bodies, gives them magic powers which are both controllable
and reflexive. The reflexive magic has random "victims" who suddenly
develop one or more of the bizarre transformations that Beth and Gregg
imposed upon themselves, but not in a controlled fashion -- and
sometimes it's temporary, sometimes it's permanent. The controllable
magic can do the same thing, but in a refined way: They can specify
the exact effects wished, and things like onset and duration can be
controlled, and they develop control over other body parts other than
primary and secondary sexual characteristics. Their control over their
own forms becomes complete too. Only once does either of them use
their powers for malice. Beth is attacked one night, and defends
herself appropriately, simply removing the attacker's ability to
attack anyone, but Gregg secretly swears revenge and not only gives
the man a vagina, but also an incessant, insistent craving to have sex
as a man. Fitting torture to want sex badly all the time but be
incapable of relieving the tension because of inappropriate equipment.
And he can't lash out at anyone, because Beth had removed his ability
to be aggressive except in legitimate defense of himself or others.)

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