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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Taurus (tg) [3/3]
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2002 09:10:04 -0400
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Here's my latest.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Julie stared intently at the coin. After a little while, she said, 
"It won't grant wishes of hate or malice, no matter how much the 
target deserves it."

Craig walked over and put his hand on the one of hers that was 
holding the coin. "So put aside, temporarily, your hate for him and 
think about what he might do if he keeps getting away without being 
punished. Then think about something that would really punish him, 
not just death, but a real punishment. Then make your wish, not about 
vengeance, but about justice, to protect anybody else from going 
through what you're going through."

Julie thought about it and then said, "I wish that the man who 
attacked me earlier would become my slave." When nothing happened, 
she said, "It didn't work."

"Perhaps it's for the best. Much as I'd like to see what happens to 
you after another wish or two, I think you're thinking too much about 
what that guy did to you, and not enough about the cost of the wish."

Julie sagged against Craig. "You don't understand. You don't know 
what it's like to have a predator like that out there, to know that 
there's somebody out there who is willing to do what that animal 
tried to do, to know that fear."

"You're right. I don't know. Maybe you should think about protecting 
yourself from people like him, instead of trying to target that 
specific criminal, make a wish for protection instead of vengeance."

For a few seconds, Julie was content to just stand there and be held, 
but eventually, she brought the coin up to eye level and said, "I 
wish that anybody who is trying or has tried to force me into sex in 
perpetuity will desire only to seek me out and make themselves my 
utter and total slave." Both Craig and Julie instantly knew that the 
wish had worked because Julie grow by a couple of inches.

Craig unnecessarily said, "I guess it worked."

Julie reached down and took her now eight inch cock in hand. "I guess so."

Craig licked his lips. "Considering what you went through today, is 
it too early to try that out?"

Julie smiled. "You are an incorrigible guy, but lucky for you, right 
now I'm feeling very guy-like myself, so what would you like to do?"

"I plan on starting by giving you a blowjob, and then, since you're 
now big enough, I want you to jam that big, stiff rod into my ass."

"Oh, God, I am becoming a guy. Despite everything that has happened, 
all I can think of right now is that I want to fuck you, so bring it 
on, my boyfriend."

Craig said nothing more, instead going to his knees in front of her. 
He leaned forward, took her dick in hand, and sucked it into his 
mouth. He only went up and down on it a couple of times before Julie 
grabbed the top of his head and started fucking his face. After just 
a little while, she screamed, "Cumming!" and shot something into his 
mouth.

After she relaxed, she let go of Craig's head and said, "I'm sorry. I 
don't know what came over me. I just felt this need to... dominate 
you."

Craig stood up. "It's okay. Occasionally, I like it a little rough, 
and I haven't had it rough since I started wearing skirts."

"You should've told me. I would have roughened it up."

"I should qualify that I like my male lovers to get a little rough. 
Since you were playing female to my male, what you were doing was 
great. Now that you've actually got something to fuck with, I want 
you to dominate me, nothing painful or anything, but enough to show 
me who's in charge."

Julie smiled. "Alright then, you can start with a hand job to get me 
all nice and hard again. I claimed your mouth, so now I want to claim 
your other end."

"Yes, ma'am."

Craig stood beside Julie and wrapped an arm around her waist. With 
his free hand, he took her dick and started stroking. In less than a 
minute, a surprisingly small time considering her last orgasm, she 
was rock hard again. Once hard, she said, "Over to the bed with you. 
I want you on the bed on your knees, so I can really claim you."

"Yes, ma'am!" Craig ran over to the bed, got on it on his hands and 
knees, looked over his shoulder, and said, "Bring it on, lover."

Julie walked over to the bed and got up on it behind him. She flipped 
the edge of his nightgown, his "skirt" as it were, up on his back, 
took her dick in hand, and slid it into his backside. When he moaned, 
she asked, "Do you like that?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Well, get ready for all eight inches of me!" Without giving him even 
a moment to prepare, she grabbed his hips and slammed into him. He 
screeched in masculine pleasure and began to mouth words of 
encouragement as she again and again slammed against him. He took his 
own cock and nightgown in hand and stroked himself as she fucked him. 
They went on like that, losing themselves to the pleasure, until both 
screamed in orgasm, whereupon they collapsed together on the bed.

While resting, they heard someone pound on the wall from the next 
door apartment and yell, "Hey, keep it down in there!"

Both laughed, and Craig said, "I guess we're going to have to move 
sooner than we thought."

"Which means that unless we find someone to sublet soon, we're going 
to have to tap the principal of your lottery winnings. Unless 
something else presents itself."

************

THE NEXT DAY...

Julie and Craig worked the advocacy office all the next day. Although 
everyone seemed to notice that there was something different about 
Julie, no one could actually put their finger on what it was; both 
guessed it was part of the coin's magic.

Close to the end of the day, Roxanne sent Craig on a trip to the post 
office. Shortly after he was gone, Roxanne called Julie into her 
office. Once Julie was inside, Roxanne closed the door and locked it 
behind her. Roxanne and walked over to her desk and struck a sexy 
pose, leaning against it. Roxanne asked, "Julie, did I ever tell you 
that I was a lesbian, and that I like my girls really, really 
muscular?"

"I think you mentioned that you were a lesbian, but I don't think the 
muscular thing ever came up."

Roxanne and started rubbing her hands on Julie's muscles. "Did I tell 
you that for quite some time now, I've been finding you really 
attractive? Quite frankly, I don't know why haven't made a passage 
you yet, but all today, I've been practically drooling in my shorts 
over you."

"Well, I don't know. I don't want to cheat on Craig."

Julie was only teasing. She and Craig had talked about it, and they 
determined that as long as they were honest about it, they would have 
an open relationship. But Roxanne thought she was truly being 
rebuffed, so she angrily said, "Y'know, I could make your life very 
hard around here, particularly with this new nearsightedness of 
yours." Almost immediately, Roxanne fell to her knees and wrapped her 
arms around Julie's ankles. "I'm sorry, mistress! I could never make 
life hard for you. I prostrate myself before you and dedicate the 
rest of my life to fulfilling your every whim."

"Roxanne! I was just kidding. Why did you have to try to force me 
into sex? I never meant for you to become my slave."

Without even looking up, Roxanne replied, "My inability to understand 
that you were kidding is proof positive that I should not be in 
charge of my own life. Order me, mistress. I am yours to command."

Julie sighed. "First off, stand up." Roxanne did as commanded. "Next, 
I want you to act like you used to, like my friend, not like a slave."

"But why, mistress? That is what I am, a slave to your glory."

Frustrated, Julie snapped, "Because I order it!"

"My apologies, Julie. I cannot help but want to show you how much I adore you."

Julie hugged Roxanne to her. "I'm sorry, Roxanne. When we get home 
tonight, I'll find a way to fix this."

"Fix what?"

"Never mind. Just keep treating me like you used to. That's all I want."

"Okay, Julie, I can do that."

Julie gave Roxanne another hug. They might have done something more, 
but Julie was feeling way too guilty, so instead, she asked, "Is 
there anything business related you need to ask me?"

"No. Sorry to bother you."

Julie gave Roxanne a quick kiss and returned to the main room. When 
Craig returned, Julie took him aside and explained what happened. 
Then she said, "I guess we'll have to make another wish. Rather, I'll 
have to make a wish."

"But that would be your last wish. I'll handle it."

"But you weren't planning on making any more wishes, and this isn't 
your problem. I messed up. I'll handle it."

"No way!"

They might have continued arguing, but Craig's last exclamation had 
started to attract too much attention, so they agreed to wait until 
they were home to continue their argument.

At the end of work, they waited until everyone else was gone, and 
then the three of them left together. As they walked through the 
parking lot, they noticed a man waiting by Julie's car. When they got 
close enough, Roxanne identified him as the man who had attacked 
Julie. As soon as they got close enough, the man threw himself to the 
ground and, like Roxanne earlier, proclaimed his love and slavery for 
Julie.

She simply said, "From you, I'll accept it." Julie walked to the back 
of her car, opened the trunk, and said, "You ride back here." Without 
a word of protest, the man climbed in, and Julie shut the trunk.

They drove to Julie's and went inside, stopping only long enough to 
let the rapist out of the trunk. Once inside, Julie ordered him to 
strip to nothing and lie face down on the floor, and not to move 
until she said otherwise. She let out a frustrated sigh when Roxanne 
volunteered to strip as well. She ordered Roxanne to follow and went 
into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, she saw Craig getting the coin out of their lingerie 
drawer. She immediately stated, "Put it down!"

Craig put the coin down on top of the dresser. "Don't worry. I wasn't 
going to make a wish without talking to you first. But I am the best 
choice to make the wish to fix this."

"No way. This is my mistake, so it's my job to fix it. Besides, if 
you make a second wish, who's going to be driving around town for 
both of us? I can barely see the end of the car, and your eyesight 
won't be much better."

"That's a weak argument, and you know it. We can afford to hire a 
driver. Can you face being almost blind?"

"If I have to."

Before Craig could continue the argument, they heard Roxanne say, "I 
wish that whatever it is that Julie needs fixing would get fixed." 
They looked over and saw that Roxanne was now a more muscular version 
of her old self and that she was now holding the coin. Roxanne looked 
around and said, "So now I'm colorblind." She handed the coin to 
Craig. "Here. You better take this back."

Julie asked, "What happened?"

"As your slave, I saw that you needed something to be fixed and that 
you thought wishing on this coin would fix it, so while you were 
distracted by your argument with Craig, I snuck around and made the 
wish. I never thought it would actually work, although I guess it's 
appropriate that my wish would fix my mistake."

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Julie asked, "Why, Roxanne? 
Why did you try to force me into sex? I would gladly have taken you 
to my bed. How could you, particularly knowing what I had just gone 
through yesterday?"

Roxanne stared at the floor shamefully and considered her words. 
Finally, she said, "I'm sorry. It's just that all my life... Well, a 
friend in college called it the eighty percent problem. I'm prettier 
than eighty percent of the population, prettier than four out of five 
people. Problem is, everybody knows least five people, which means 
that everybody knows at least one person prettier than I am. All my 
life, I've always been everybody's second choice, the person they 
were willing to date only if the pretty one wasn't available, and 
most would discard me if the pretty one did become available. it's 
not excuse, but when you said no, even just kidding, it brought up a 
lot of bad memories. If you never want to talk to me again, I 
understand."

Julie walked over and hugged Roxanne. "Don't worry. I'll still talk 
to you. It might have been different if you had succeeded, but you 
didn't, so don't worry about it."

After the hug ended, Roxanne asked, "If it's not too much to ask, 
could I have another wish on that coin? Since it is here, I'd like to 
make myself a little prettier."

"Are you sure you want to do that? I think you're pretty enough, and 
the costs for that wish are a lot bigger. Your eyesight gets worse, 
you get bigger and clumsier, although not too bad as long as you move 
slow, and this," Julie grabbed Roxanne's crotch, letting her know 
what was there, "gets a lot bigger."

"Wow! I was so distracted by the loss of color sight, that I didn't 
even know that was there."

"And it'll grow to twice size with another wish. If it's like mine, 
it's four inches now."

"So I'll have an eight inch cock?"

"Exactly."

Roxanne considered it, but from the look on her face, it was clear 
that she wasn't having a problem with it. "I'd still like to use the 
coin."

Craig said, "I don't have a problem with it."

Julie shrugged and said, "I guess it's okay with me, too."

Craig handed the coin back to Roxanne. Roxanne held it up and said, 
"I wish that I had a big, sexy, beautiful body with big tits and a 
big nine inch cock." Just like that, Roxanne became what looked like 
a female body builder or some kind of female wrestler. She handed the 
coin back to Craig and with the simple flexing of her muscles that 
that required, her clothing ripped clean through.

Roxanne stared at her arms as she flexed them a few times, and then 
she said, "This is so cool. I need to see what I look like."

Julie said, "There's a mirror in the bathroom."

Roxanne started to move, but then said, "Damn! These clothes are too 
small to move in now," and ripped the remains of her clothes right 
off. Once her clothes were off, it was clear that she had more than a 
simple nine inch cock. Before anyone could comment, Roxanne ran to 
the bathroom. They heard, "Damn! I am hot!"

When Roxanne returned, she said, "On a side note, the rapist is still 
out there. What do you plan on doing with him?"

Julie said, "I haven't even thought about him."

Craig asked, "Mind if I make a suggestion?"

"Go ahead."

"Let's put him to work in the porn industry. We can start him off as 
a submissive in gay BDSM films, and then he can pay for his own 
transformation into a submissive shemale."

"Sounds like just the thing." Julie turned and started to approach 
Roxanne. "Now let's see how big we can get that member of yours."

Roxanne just gave a happy squeal.

During sex, they discovered that Roxanne, when hard, was thirteen 
inches, nine inches from her wish, and four as cost for the wish. 
Roxanne also discovered that as long as she was doing the fucking, 
she had absolutely no problem with sex with guys.

************

TWO MONTHS LATER...

Julie was taking a break after directing the moving men in unloading 
the stuff at the new house that she, Craig, and Roxanne had decided 
to move to. Craig and Roxanne were working at the advocacy office, 
Bubbles (the new name that they had given their slave) was recovering 
from her breast implant surgery at the hospital, and the movers were 
gone for the day, so she was alone, just watching some TV.

She was about to turn it off and find something else to do when a 
news report came on about a rapist attacking women in New York. It 
was far away from her, but she couldn't help but feel touched by it.

She got her purse and got the coin. They didn't want to lose that, so 
it wasn't packed in any of the boxes. She knew that both Roxanne and 
Craig would try to stop her, but she felt like she had to do 
something. She held up the coin and said, "I wish that every person 
who has ever raped somebody in this city would come to me and become 
my slave."

Julie then carefully put the coin back in her purse and sat down on 
the floor, for now her eyesight was so bad that she couldn't even 
safely get out of the room.

When Craig and Roxanne got home, Julie dissolved into tears. Even 
with them there, she felt alone and lost in a world she could no 
longer see.

************

SIX MONTHS LATER...

Julie sat beside the pool of her new mansion. Bubbles, looking very 
feminine, was between her legs, sucking her dick. The other slaves 
that Julie had acquired were now servants at the mansion and worked 
as porn actors in their off hours, all in various degrees of 
feminization.

After Julie's last wish, about 40 people showed up the next day 
proclaiming their adoration for Julie. Any with wives, girlfriends, 
or children were sent home with orders to love their dependents, 
otherwise act normal, and never to rape another person again. The 
remaining 25 were set on the same path as Bubbles. All were made to 
confess all of their violent crimes, and depending upon how bad those 
were, that would determine how far they would go along that path. 
Some were stopped at simple cross dressing. Others got some plastic 
surgery. A few went the full path with big breast implants and big 
penile implants so they could be big-dicked, big breasted shemales. 
With all these porn stars handing over every dime of their income, 
the three of them were quite rich.

Craig had taken a few of the new slaves and, with carefully prepared 
scripts, had tried to fix Julie's eyesight, but the best he could 
accomplish was to give her very bad, very near sighted vision. With 
very thick glasses, everything up to about twenty feet appeared as 
blurry, bleached out, indistinct figures.

Julie now appeared to be completely male, and decided to go by the 
name Jules. Her periods, which had been getting milder after each 
wish, had ceased altogether after the third wish. She still had a 
pussy, but it had closed so tight that it was filled by just two 
fingers. The pussy was also hidden by the two balls that had 
descended after the third wish. She had gotten herself tested and 
found herself to be totally fertile as a male. Her nipples had become 
puffy, little points on her otherwise flat, broad, manly chest.

All three agreed that having rapists from all over the country seek 
them out in order to become slaves would be too unworkable, but they 
wanted to try something, so, again with carefully laid out scripts, 
they used a slave to wish that all the rapists in a nearby city would 
realize the error of their ways, figuring that if it worked, they 
could try it on a larger scale. After hearing about a rash of rapists 
committing suicide, they had to admit that it was too big a problem 
for three people to solve, no matter how well-intentioned.

They all still worked at the advocacy office, but Julie/Jules could 
no longer see the accounting figures, so had relinquished his/her 
position as treasurer to someone new.

Julie/Jules had been feeling guilty about causing the deaths of those 
rapists. The men themselves she hadn't really cared about, but some 
of them had wives and kids. So, after discussing it with Craig and 
Roxanne, she found the name and address of the largest family who had 
lost their father and mailed them the coin anonymously along with a 
note explaining what it was.


-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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