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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Part: 12 of 12
Universe: Friendly Traveler's Inn
Summary: Mike Webber had trouble dating, so he set out to visit the 'hook-up'
motel his friend told him about and met Lois, who had even worse issues, and
wasn't quite what she appeared to be -- or was she?

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Chapter 12

	It was Tuesday of the next week.  Melissa closed out her cash drawer
and went to see Olivia, her manager.  Olivia looked up, "What is it?"

	"The ATM is short $100.  It's just registering a probability, but I
know," Melissa told her.  "Jerry filled it."

	"Did you ask Jerry?"

	"No.  I wanted you to know, first."

	"Okay."  Olivia nodded.  "Now go ask him."

	Melissa didn't stand on ceremony; she went back to the teller area and
straight to Jerry, "The ATM is short $100."

	Jerry nodded.  "I know.  Go ask Olivia about it."

	By then Melissa was confused.  She went back to Olivia.  "Jerry
said..."

	"Ask me?" Olivia finished.

	"Yes."

	Olivia fished 5 crisp twenties out of her lap drawer and fanned them.
"When we're done here, you can put them back."

	"What's going on?"

	"A test.  One you passed, with flying colors," Olivia told her.
"You're better.  Much, MUCH better than you were a month ago.  What happened?"

	"I woke up." Melissa replied.

	"Anything else?"

	"Well, that started it, but...  I'm dating."

	"What is he -- some kind of athlete?  How much weight have you lost?"
Olivia asked.

	"Nineteen pounds."  Melissa blushed.  "He's a fitness trainer."

	Olivia nodded.  "You're better, sharper, faster...  He's good -- but I
don't see you ever getting thin..."

	"He doesn't want me thin -- just fit," Melissa replied.  "He says thin
girls and female bodybuilders are too hard..."  She looked down, blushing.
"And they don't have big breasts."

	Olivia chuckled.  "Good!  I was afraid you were a pet project, and
when he'd shrunk you down to a stick figure, he was going to let you go."

	"God, I hope not!"

	"Me, too."  Olivia smiled.  "This wouldn't be that lifter that came in
two weeks ago and opened several accounts, would it?  He seems to bank a
lot..."

	Melissa hung her head.  "Yes."

	"You're not just meeting at the gym, either, are you Honey?" Olivia
teased.

	"No." Melissa smiled.  "We have an, um, unusual training regimen.  I'm
sure his employers would be surprised -- but I like it, and it works..."

	Olivia eyed her.  "If you two have a falling out, are you going to
crash again?"

	"I won't be happy for a while, but I'll get over it," Melissa replied.
"I was pretty stupid last time -- during and after.  We haven't made any
promises to one another we can't keep."  She looked away, adding, "Although
I'm hoping we'll get to commitments at some point..."

	Olivia smiled.  "Well, hang in there.  In the meantime, there is the
original question.  I needed to test you a bit to be sure you were back -- and
you are, better than ever!  That being the case -- I need an assistant
manager..."

	"Really?"

	"You were always on the short list, but you scared me for a while,"
Olivia related.  "If you want it, I'll give you the manuals so you can start
on your product knowledge.  There are some forms to be filled out and so on,
but they're formalities..."

	"I want it!" Melissa bubbled.

	"Okay, then, we'll start training you next week."  Olivia handed
Melissa the money.  "Please put these where they belong..."  Melissa got up,
took the money, and floated out of Olivia's office.

                         --------------------

	That night, as closing time approached at the health club and Melissa
was happily pounding away on the stepper, Mel wandered over to Mac.  "I see
your pet project is still here.  Don't you have a membership commitment from
her yet?"

	"Oh, yeah," Mac replied indifferently.  "She's making ground, too."

	"Why are you pouring effort into her?" Mel asked, amused.

	"We have to have the occasional success story," Mac told him.

	"THAT one is never gonna be hard!" Mel laughed.

	"She doesn't have to be to be a success," Mac pointed out.  "Not
everybody wants to carry around that much muscle -- but then, virtually nobody
wants to carry around that much fat."

	"Making her look small enough for a good before and after might not be
possible," Mel pointed out.  "Look at those bags on her chest..."  'Those
bags' were bouncing regularly due to Melissa's efforts.

	"Yeah..." Mac sighed theatrically, then grinned.

	Mel snorted.  "I forgot that you like 'em like that..."  A synapse
spat in his brain.  "You aren't sleeping with that elephant, are you?"

	Mac faced him directly.  "Regularly.  And it's very pleasant, I might
add!"

	"Ugh!" Mel grunted.  "Ripples!"

	"Would you rather sleep on a waterbed or a sheet of plywood?" Mac
replied.  "She's somewhere in between -- but most people in our line of work
are more like plywood."

	Mel snorted.  "Fat chicks don't bend -- and they have no energy!"

	"There's fat and there's fat," Mac replied.  "And if they exercise --
and Melissa does -- they DO bend and they DO have energy.  Melissa is down
about twenty pounds; she's got a ways to go, but she'll always be padded --
and I like that."  He smirked.  "Besides, I want her to keep those tits!"

	Mel eyed him.  "Does she know that?"

	"Yeah.  Ask her if you don't believe me.  We're trying to make her
healthy, not preparing her for bodybuilding competitions.  If I was trying for
that, we would both be disappointed.  At this point, I figure it's gonna be a
race..."

	"A race?"

	Mac nodded.  "Yeah.  I don't know whether we'll make it to her loss
target first, or we'll have to slack off because she's pregnant."

	"Pregnant?  The stupid slip doesn't use any birth control?" Mel gaped.

	"Nope.  I don't want her to, either," Mac grinned.  "When she get's
pregnant, it'll be a lot easier to get a hammerlock on her..."

	Mel eyed him.  "For what?"

	"I'm gonna marry her."

	"You WHAT?  You're sick, Man!"  Mel couldn't picture it.

	Mac laughed.  "Not even!  Man, you have NO IDEA how sweet it is having
a woman who cares more about you than she does herself!  No fucking idea!"

	"Well..." Mel eyed Melissa.  "To each his own, I guess."

	"Yep," Mac nodded.  "Go on, I'll close up.  We're gonna use some of
the equipment, um, unconventionally..."

	Mel grinned.  "Now THAT makes sense...  Knock yourself out..." he
headed for the back to change and clock out, shaking his head.

                         --------------------

	Jumping ahead about eighteen months...

                         --------------------

	Lois lay out on the deck by the pool in the courtyard of the apartment
complex where she and Mike shared an apartment.  In an hour or two, she would
have to get ready to go to work, but she was using the late afternoon sun to
acquire tan lines.  Mike was in class, but he would be out soon.  It was early
May; school would be out for the summer soon and they could both go to work
full-time for the three months before they started their senior year.

	Mike and Eddie hadn't gone back into the dorms last year; Lois and
Mike had moved out of their separate locations into this place -- which wasn't
cheap, but wasn't flashy, either.  Mike had taken a job as an intern at an
engineering firm that summer, and did various gofering during the year for
them -- and would go back to full-time at the end of the term.  Eddie had
moved in with Sheila and Emily; they had this odd thing going where Sheila and
Eddie slept together and Emily kind of orbited them, getting sex from both,
apparently.

	Lois had beaten the schedule, thanks to Mike; her shrink had cleared
her for 'the operation' six months before, and she'd had it done over
Christmas vacation.  Mike had been there for her during the surgery and the
recovery and things were progressing pretty well; she was proud of her new
equipment and really didn't have to worry too much about how it looked; the
surgeon had done a beautiful job.  But whether it worked or not was somewhat
in question -- that hadn't been tested while it healed...

	Today, however, was the day, if she could convince Mike.  She got up
and headed inside to her apartment and, ultimately, her bedroom, where she
stripped down and sat on the bed, putting her feet up on a padded bench to
perform a procedure that had become all too familiar...

	She had a shaving mirror that she used to check her manufactured
vagina, probing it and eyeing the results.  She gently rubbed the nub of flesh
that had once been part of her glans, but was now her clitoris, then reached
into the drawer of her night table for her sound, or dilator -- basically, a
glass dildo -- which she used a couple of times every day to stretch her
vagina.  This was a requirement -- an exercise she had to do to keep it from
shrinking up as it healed -- something she CERTAINLY didn't want to happen!
Lately, it had been a good deal less painful -- in fact, over the last week or
so, it had even been pleasant...  She pressed the glass cylinder into her
depths, feeling for and hitting bottom, then pulled it out and measured the
depth on a tape measure she kept handy to track her progress -- seven and a
half inches!  She could take Mike now...  She got out some lube, since she
wasn't really capable of manufacturing anything much, and applied it to the
glass, then pumped it in and out gently a few times.  Early on in her
recovery, the sensations generated by her displaced tissues had been jagged
and unpleasant, but now...  Now, she wanted to carry things a bit further --
now, there was an itch to the whole thing that she wanted to scratch...  She
set up a rhythm -- not fast, just deep in and back out, maybe one cycle in two
seconds -- lazy for fucking, but plenty to feel the dilator sliding along her
inner lining.  Then she reached down to rub her clit.  The doctor had given
her a nice, big one that peeked out of its hood very close to the entrance to
her tunnel, so that even if her vagina didn't provide the kind of pleasure
everyone hoped it would, her nub could ride a cock and bring her off.  Every
day, it seemed to get more sensitive, too!  Today, it seemed especially
sensitive, perhaps because Lois was busy visualizing Mike finally taking her
virginity; it was exciting, thinking about giving him this gift.  That he
deserved it was beyond question; it had been he who had overridden her fears
and brought her to confidence in herself and her decision.  Now it was time to
give him her new pussy -- she'd already given him everything else, not that
she was complaining.  In fact, from her perspective, it was purely a down
payment on what he had given her...

	Early on, this activity had been a painful exercise; there had been
constant worries about infection, and the possibility of colon problems, and
painful urination and slow healing; they'd been off anal sex for three months,
and Lois had worried that Mike would lose interest in her and move on.
Instead, he hadn't even asked for oral sex, feeling that since she wasn't
capable, it was unfair of him to ask for something so one-sided.  Lois had had
to insist, reminding him that she enjoyed doing it, before he reluctantly
accepted those attentions; even then it was probably the guilt trip she laid
on him about her worries that if she gave him NOTHING he would stumble onto
another outlet and leave her -- a position that Emily supported with evil
glee...  "I'LL fuck him, any time!  All he has to do is look at me..."  It was
with some relief that they resumed anal sex three months before...

	As far as Mike was concerned, things were basically back to normal --
but Lois wasn't satisfied.  No, she wanted him inside her, in the place she'd
had made for him -- for them both -- to enjoy...  Her mind drifted to his
gentle touch, his slow, methodical penetrations and his care and his efforts
at making their lovemaking pleasurable...

	Suddenly, she realized that there was an edge to things, an urgency
that she hadn't felt in some time.  Her new vagina felt puffy and her clit was
begging for more and the dilator was very, VERY pleasant...  'Omigod!' she
realized, 'I'm going to cum!'  Renewed effort from flying fingers and an
increase in the pace of her penetrations made it relatively certain; she could
feel the whole thing building inside her!  She was jubilant!  'It works!  It
works!  Omigod!'  And then it hit and she gloried in it, gasping, doing what
she could to extend the pleasure as it poured over her, grateful for every
wave...

	Flopped back on the bed, covered with sweat, she glanced at the clock
-- she'd been almost forty minutes!  She was exhausted -- but it had been WELL
worth it!  She withdrew the dilator; there was a bit of residual tenderness,
but she wasn't injured -- given the way she'd gone at things when it became
clear that an orgasm was possible, that was mildly surprising.  At the very
least, this was a red-letter day even if all she did was report THIS to Mike!
She bounced into the shower, her mood upbeat, and got ready for work.

	Six hours later, she was still floating as she opened the take-out
boxes from the restaurant where she worked in their apartment kitchenette; at
least she didn't have to cook -- that was one of the benefits of her
employment, and since it was a full-service restaurant, they ate well.  "You
seem happy," Mike observed.

	"I had an orgasm today..."  Lois eyed him sidelong.

	"You DID!  That's GREAT!" Mike enthused.

	"Uh huh!" Lois nodded, "But I'm not going to let it get in the way of
my plans for tonight."

	"And what would those be?" Mike queried.

	"I plan for you to make a woman of me!" Lois declared.

	"Wups!"  Mike nearly dropped his plate.  "Are you sure?"

	"Very!" Lois confirmed.  "Today just makes it clear that the time has
come, Love."

	"Well..."  It was hard to argue, but Mike worried about hurting her.
"Are you sure?  Maybe we should wait a bit longer -- I don't want to set you
back..."

	Lois reached up and caressed his cheek, appreciating his concern.
"I'm ready.  It'll be fine.  Let's eat."

	They ate in silence, each absorbed with individual concerns regarding
the upcoming event.  Lois wanted it to be perfect -- and Mike just wanted to
avoid screwing it -- and Lois -- up.

	When they were done, Lois picked up and headed for the bedroom,
leaving Mike to watch the news and fret -- but soon returned wearing a baby-
doll nightie and carrying a DVD.  "I thought maybe we could use a little
diversion to get us over the hump," she murmured, mounting the disk.

	It was straight sex -- nothing fancy, no group scenes, just an
obviously amateur couple enjoying themselves and each other.  Lois curled
herself against Mike on the couch and made sure he had a nipple to play with
and let nature take its course.  The big thing she wanted was for Mike to be
aroused enough that he let go of his worries -- and the DVD worked; once he
got into it, he came erect -- and once he was erect, she got him out of his
underwear and shorts and her mouth over his erection.  After that, he got into
the swing of things.

	The next thing she did was direct his hand to her mound.  Mike went to
work fingering her clit like it was second nature -- and she let him know that
he was doing a good job, both by her exclamations and directions and the other
signs of arousal she generated.  She was distantly amazed; this was actually
going better than the afternoon session!  "Uuuh!  God, I want you!  Finger me!
There's some lube on the table..."

	Mike collected the AstroGlide and slicked up a finger -- this part was
nothing unusual.  Where the finger was going was the primary departure; he
worked it between the lips that hadn't been there when they met and slowly
sank it into her vagina, watching her for her reaction.

	"Oh, it's good!  It's good!  Move it in me!  Let me feel it!" Lois
gasped.  Shit, she was going to cum again!  She reached for the bottle of lube
and anointed his cock, lubing it good for its maiden voyage into her tunnel of
love.  "Oh, Baby, I'm so hot!  I can't wait!"  She flopped back on the couch
and husked, "Take me!  Take me now!"

	Mike bit his lip, but he moved into position over her.  "Don't you
think you should do this from on top?" he asked.

	"No!" Lois declared.  "Like this!"  She grabbed her knees and rocked
back as she'd done with him so many times before, "Hit the right hole, now..."

	Mike nervously aligned himself and pressed slowly forward.  Lois
grimaced, but she reached out and grabbed him and crossed her legs over his
back to keep him from backing off.  "Keep it coming, Sweetheart -- I'm just
cherry..."

	She was tight -- so INCREDIBLY tight!  Mike could hardly stand it!
Even with the lube, she was just amazing...  He sank himself into her about
halfway, then backed off a bit and added some lube to his shaft before
resuming his penetration.  It was good -- VERY good!

	Lois thought so, too; a cock had a totally different feel to it than
her dilator!  The dilator was hard, smooth, cool, and unforgiving, while
Mike's cock was dense but flexible, soft, yet firm, and definitely NOT smooth!
He slowly settled to the hilt in her, then looked up into her eyes, "Are you
all right?"

	"I'm in Heaven!" she declared.  "Go slow, but let's do it!  I want to
feel you -- and I want to feel you shoot in me!"

	Mike took his time -- there was NO WAY he was going to go hammering
into her -- but that had its OWN dangers.  Mike couldn't believe how hot and
tight she was -- it made moving slowly in her exquisite!  He wanted to make
this event as memorable as he could -- he wanted her to cum -- but he just
didn't know if he could hold out long enough!  Gritting his teeth, he gasped.
"I'm gonna cum soon at this rate..."

	"If you do, I got mine earlier, anyway," Lois husked.  "Besides, just
knowing you enjoyed it will be good for me!"

	Mike made a different call, however; he stopped dead in his tracks for
five seconds -- just long enough to regain control.  "I CAN cum," he told her,
"that's clear -- so I'll wait for you.  Why don't you play with yourself?"

	Lois diffidently reached down and started fingering her clit -- Mike
didn't seem to be aware of it, but she was already getting off on his stroke.
Moving her nub against his sliding shaft upped the ante, though; Lois was
mildly surprised to find that it actually became engorged and stiffened some!
Her mound was puffy with arousal, too -- and that was something VERY recent!
Her girl parts were finally on-line...  with a vengeance!  "Oh, Baby!  So
good!  Omigod!  Fuck!"

	Lois' clit was giving her fits!  When she'd been Lou, her little
tallywhacker had worked more or less normally for it's size -- but as they'd
descended into Mike Fox's morass and she'd shifted to being a girl with the
wrong parts, the whole thing had slipped away.  After her castration, she
hadn't wanted the thing and hadn't REALLY wanted it to work -- it was a
complication in her life -- so it hadn't, despite the fact that her doctor
told her that it could both become erect and ejaculate.  Then Mike came along,
and while he accepted her, he wasn't gay -- and she didn't need the
complication.  But now she had a clit -- and the fact that it was made of
tissues that had once been penile didn't matter.  It was the right piece of
equipment -- and clits DID erect and swell -- so hers could, too.

	... And it did, growing to the size of a small marble, almost, and
becoming incredibly sensitive -- and driving Lois right up the wall!  "Oh,
Baby!  God!  I'm gonna cum!  Cum for me!  Cum with me!  AAAAHHH!!!!" Lois
wailed.

	Mike was beyond thinking about how tender her pussy might be; when he
saw that look in her eyes, he went into overdrive!  Her scream of joy set him
off; howling wordlessly, her buried himself in her pulsing channel and spewed
seed into her depths...

	... For her channel WAS pulsing!  Her whole crotch was contracting
rhythmically with her orgasm!  And on top of everything else, she was
squirting!  Buried in her opening, her urethra switched up and added her own
goo to her lover's while the shockwaves poured through her.  "Oh, God!  I just
squirted!"

	Mike just laughed.  "So you're lubed up for the second pass?" he
teased.  This was it -- the vindication -- the justification of all of Lois'
efforts -- and from where he stood -- or knelt -- it was all good...

	"Maybe we shouldn't wear it out on the first outing," Lois panted.
"Let's see how it feels in a couple of hours.  Oh, Baby..."  Tears of joy
flowed freely -- and Mike recognized them for what they were and cuddled her.

                         --------------------

	Meanwhile, a couple of towns away, Melissa Goff (nee Thorndyke) eyed
herself ruefully in the mirror, having just stepped out of the shower.  She'd
been down sixty-five pounds, but now...  Well, being five months along with
twins did that to you, after all -- and Mac and the kids would burn it off of
her, no doubt.  Thank God she was sitting behind a desk now at the bank,
rather than standing up in the teller's cage...

	She threw on a light robe; Mac liked to look at her swelling body --
especially now that it wasn't lard.  He was thrilled to death that she was
bulging with pregnancy -- and he couldn't get enough of the way her big jugs
were swelling in preparation for milk delivery!  Just last night he'd driven
her absolutely nuts sucking and mauling her nipples until orgasm was three
flicks of a finger away...  The kids were gonna have a fight on their hands
wrestling a meal away from Daddy...

	On the other hand, she was going to be fully primed -- she was
lactating already -- and Mac was lapping up the product!  She had a funny
feeling that she would still be nursing when the boys were three!  Ah, well...
She headed into the kitchen and started bustling around, preparing Mac's late
dinner and thinking about how nice posting on Mac's big cock would feel at
bedtime.  Pregnancy had made her ravenous, sexually; she rode him every night!
Lately, they'd been experimenting with anal sex, because neither of them was
clear on whether she would be able to keep taking him vaginally right up to
the delivery -- oh, sure, the doctors said so, but Mac made jokes about
ruining the boys' sexual growth by making them give blowjobs before they were
born to cover his concern that they might hurt a baby in their ardor...

	Melissa didn't worry that much -- worst case, Mac could give her a
good tongue-lashing and milk her titties while she swallowed his cock --
something she'd gotten to be really good at when it became clear how much he
enjoyed it...  She did anything he wanted -- and didn't worry about it -- the
look in his eyes when he gazed at her told her all she needed to know about
whether he was going to stay around or not...

                         --------------------

	Mike and Lois were married in the fall.  Lois' mother came to the
wedding, but her dad didn't.  Still, it was a joyous occasion.  Mike's family
was a mixed bag -- some knew about Lois' special circumstances, and some
didn't -- and Mike didn't care.  They'd decided that it really wasn't anyone's
business.  Mike's mother knew -- and she'd been leery of Lois for a while --
but she'd gotten over it long since.  Mike's dad only knew if his mother told
him -- and he made no visible indication either way.  One of Mike's sisters
knew -- and had no problem with it; the other didn't -- and that was probably
best, since she was phobic about just about everything.

	But they have a solid relationship, based on love -- and the sex is
everything either of them had ever hoped for.  Lois is happy with herself, and
Mike is happy that she's past her conflicts.  After college, Lois and Mike
plan to adopt...

                         --------------------

	Eddie won't marry Sheila; he figures that it might make her complacent
-- not a good thing in a submissive.  But they live together, and Emily helps
him ride herd on her occasionally, by invitation -- which suits Emily just
fine, because while she needs an occasional sex fix, she's not ready to settle
down...

                         --------------------

	Mac and Melissa have the dream -- the house, the white picket fence,
the twins, love...  And Melissa is still breast-feeding SOMEBODY at twenty-one
months...

                         --------------------

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