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Grayman's Island

  by RLM

Chapter 1: The Invitation

  Ed Cargill had been driving for over two hours.  He was
becoming very irritated.  Even his excitement could not suppress
the anxiety.  His information was that the warehouse was much
closer than it seemed to be.  He tried to stare into the darkness
ahead to pick out any possible hint that he might be approaching
his destination.  He cursed silently under his breath.  Beads of
sweat, which had begun to appear over an hour before, were now
dotting his forehead in profusion.  For the fourth time in the
last thirty minutes, Ed stopped to check the directions that had
been given to him over the phone.

  The events that had set him off down this lonely and apparently
rather deserted stretch of road had all begun over a month ago in
the locker room of his club.  He just finished three fast games
of racquetball with Darrell, losing all three to the man, as
usual.  Darrell was jovial as they showered and dressed in the
locker room.

  "I hope I didn't take so much starch out of you that you won't
be able to give Marla a good fucking tonight."  A leer curled his
lip as he chuckled quietly, obviously amused with his own remark.

  "Shit! You don't need to worry about that.  I'm always ready
but that cold bitch never is.  All she wants to do is eat and
watch television.  In fact, it's getting so that I don't even
want to fuck her anymore.  She must be 35 or 40 pounds overweight
by now and getting fatter everyday."

  "Why don't you do something about it?", Darrell inquired.

  "What? I've tried everything: screaming, begging, clam
reasoning.  I've even threatened to find another woman.  Nothing
works.  Marla always swears she'll go on a diet, but never does.
Just keeps on eating and gaining more weight."

  There was no response from Darrell.  He stared at Ed
thoughtfully as he continued to towel off.  It was as if he had
suddenly lost interest in the conversation.  Although Ed made a
few more remarks on the subject, Darrell appeared to ignore him.
Finally, Ed gave up and the two of them dressed in silence, which
Darrell didn't break until were ready to leave.

  "You know, Ed, I think you and Marla should have dinner with
Susan and me tonight.  You do remember Susan, don't you?"

  Ed had met Darrell's wife a couple of times over a year before
at company parties, but, truthfully, he remembered very little
about her.  Slowly, an image formed.  She was a pretty woman,
but, like Marla, on the heavy side.  About the same as his wife,
bulging at the seams with fat thighs and big butt.  All things
considered, she wasn't a particularly attractive woman. Secretly,
Ed took a measure of pleasure in this fact. "I can't beat the
bastard at racquetball, but at least his wife's as fat and
unattractive as mine."  Of course, he had no intention of saying
any of this to Darrell.

  "Yes, I remember Susan", Ed replied.  It has been quite some
time since I've seen her though.  I really don't think she would
like us dropping in for dinner unexpectedly.  I better get on
home."

  Darrell was having none of it.  "Forget going home and having
Marla fix dinner.  I think it's important that the two of you
join us for dinner.  I'll call Susan before we leave and tell her
to expect all of us."

  With that, Darrell turned and walked away as if the matter were
settled.  Ed felt he should refuse and go home, but there was
something more here than met the eye.  He felt the need to accept
the invitation so he placed a quick call to his wife telling her
to get dressed for dinner with Darrell and Susan.  At first,
Marla objected, but Ed was insistent so she finally agreed.

  Later as they were leaving the gym, Darrell asked, "Did Marla
give you a hard time?  Object and all that crap?"

  Ed stumbled over his answer and Darrell shook his head. "That's
ridiculous.  A year from now it won't even occur to Marla to
argue and fight with you.  You'll just inform her of what the two
of you are going to do and that will be the end of it.  We'll
expect the two of you at 8 PM."


Chapter 2: Dinner with Darrell and Susan

  The drive to Darrell's home was difficult and boring.  It was
almost 20 miles through traffic most of the way, and Ed was
really hungry by the time they arrived.  He almost forgot his
hunger, however, when he saw Darrell's home.  It cost $500,000 if
it cost a dime.  This guy really knew how to live.

  The interior of the home was even more elegant than the
outside.  The floor was inlaid hardwood and the furnishings were
beautiful and expensive.  Elegant oil paintings decorated the
walls; hand-carved figurines were on all end tables, some were
very erotic.  Ed and Marla were still staring when they heard
Darrell inviting them to make themselves comfortable.

  "Cognac?", Darrell inquired.  Ed nodded as did Marla.  Darrell
pressed a button and Ed heard a chime sound in a distant part of
the house.  Moments later, Susan entered.

  "We would all like a snifter of the 30-year old cognac, Susan",
Darrell instructed his wife.

  Ed simply could not believe his eyes!  He remembered distinctly
that Susan was pretty, but rather plain.  Her clothes were very
conservative and proper.  Her dresses were always worn well below
the knee and were sufficiently full to conceal any curves she
might possess.  The few times he had seen her she had been
wearing low-heel shoes or flats.  He couldn't remember if she had
been wearing makeup or not, but if she had, it was nothing
special.  He also knew that she was overweight by about 40
pounds. Essentially, she looked and dressed exactly like Marla.

  The woman who was busy preparing their brandies was nothing
like the Susan he remembered!  Ed wasn't certain it was even the
same woman.  This Susan was gorgeous, sexy, sensuous and
outstandingly beautiful.  Her measurements were nothing short of
incredible.  Although she couldn't have weighed more than 110
pounds, she must have had at least 38D tits, perhaps even more.
This superb chest rapidly fell away to a waist that was no more
than 23", probably less.  Below her waist, a luscious ass and
hips flared out to something Ed estimated to be 36" to 37". 
Although Susan wasn't tall, she looked it because of her
four-inch spike heels.

  Neither Ed nor Marla could tear their eyes away from Susan even
though they both knew that Darrell was watching them stare.
Susan's dress was almost obscene.  It was a tight sheathe made of
some type of soft, clinging material that hugged every curve and
crevice of her body.  The top was low-cut revealing the upper
half of her large globes to within an inch of her nipples, both
of which were clearly outlined by the material of the dress.  As
she moved, her huge breasts swayed and bounced with every step. 
It seemed impossible, but she wasn't wearing a bra.  "How in hell
does she get those huge jugs to stand up like that without a
bra?", Ed wondered to himself as his eyes traveled downward.

  Marla eyes were also glued to her hostess.  The woman's
incredible sensuality and beauty shamed and embarrassed her.  She
saw that the lower slopes of Susan's breasts were outlined
perfectly by the garment as was the crease where her ass jutted
out from her thighs.  Unlike the dresses she wore and the ones
she remembered Susan wearing when she last saw her, the sheathe
was short, very short.  Although not quite a miniskirt, the
hemline was at least four or five inches above her knees.  Her
legs looked so smooth and tanned, Marla though she must be
wearing pantyhose, but there was no indication of a waistband
showing through the tight, clinging material.

  Ed and Marla both managed to tear their eyes away from Susan's
legs to look over the rest of her.  She wore perfectly matched
makeup that complimented her entire ensemble.  Eyeliner and eye
shadow accented long, dark eyelashes.  A soft, wet-looking gloss
adorned both lips.  Beautiful earrings and an expensive, but
casual, hairdo reminded Ed of some movie stars he had often
lusted after.  The woman was unbelievable.

  Susan now had their drinks ready.  She held one in each hand as
she approached the seated men.  Smiling radiantly, Susan bent low
at the waist to hand Ed his drink.  He couldn't breathe.  The
large expanse of the most luscious set of tits he had ever seen
was no more than two feet from his probing eyes.  Slowly and
deliberately, she bent even lower for him.  The bodice of the
dress fell away from the twin peaks exposing both turgid nipples
to his gaze.  She held her position letting him stare into her
cleavage.

  Finally, Ed became nervous that his wife would explode in anger
so he looked away.  This brought a knowing smile to Susan's face.
 She rose, shutting off the erotic view, and handed her husband
his drink, treating him to the same view of her breasts that she
had provided to Ed.  Ed realized that he had a raging erection
and wondered if it was noticeable to Darrell and the two women. 
It was.

  Returning to the table, Susan poured Marla's brandy and served
it to her.  Ed was surprised to see that she treated his wife to
same view of her huge breasts that she had given the men. He was
even more surprised to see that his wife was as entranced as he
was.

  "Wonderful, Honey", said Darrell as he sipped his cognac. "Make
one for yourself and join us."  As Susan prepared herself a glass
of wine, Darrell turned to Ed and asked, "What do you think of my
wife?"

  What does one say to a man who has just asked what you think of
his wife when your cock is so hard that it feels like it might
break off?  Ed stammered, "She's beautiful!" Then he added, "I
mean I don't remember her being this gorgeous.  Are you certain
that you're married to the same woman?"

  "Yes, I'm married to the same woman, but she's much different
person than the Susan you met over a year ago.  I mean she's much
different in many more ways than just her physical appearance. 
In effect, she's now the fantasy wife that all men dream about
but few ever have.  This is why I asked the two of you to have
dinner with us tonight.  You seem to be having the same problems
that Susan and I had, but, as you can easily see, we have found a
way to solve these problems.  Would you care to hear how we
accomplished this feat?"

  He looked directly at my wife.  "Would you like to look like
Susan?"  My wife's eyes grew larger.  She licked her lips
nervously. Finally, she nodded.

  Ed felt like he might cum in his pants. He had an overwhelming
urge to squeeze his cock.  Susan had now taken a seat directly
across from him.  Still smiling into his eyes, she had crossed
her legs causing her short dress to pull high on her thigh.

  She wasn't wearing pantyhose at all. The dress was pulled so
high that the bare flesh above her self-supporting, thigh-high
hose was visible.  Her four-inch spikes raised her knees giving
Ed an excellent view.  He tried to concentrate on what his host
was saying, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman.

  Darrell watched Ed's eyes devouring his wife's openly displayed
charms with some amusement, but he continued as if he were
totally unaware of what was happening.  "You see about a year and
a half ago, Susan was 40 pounds overweight and gaining steadily,
just like Marla is now." My wife flushed red.

  "Her clothes were dowdy and, even worse, she was a dull, boring
screw in bed."  This time I heard my wife gasp. Darrell ignored
her.

  "I tried all the things every man tries in that situation,
begging, anger, bribery, threats, and, as usual, nothing worked.
I was on the verge of taking a mistress when, fortunately, I met
Mr. Baxter Grayman.  At least, that's the name he gave me. It
seems that Mr. Grayman had very large sums of money that he
wanted invested in very safe and secure accounts.  He was not
particularly interested in the return, but he insisted that the
monies be hard to trace and that the investments be rock solid."

  It became even harder for Ed to listen.  He watched with rapt
attention as Susan slowly uncrossed her legs and moved them
apart. He strained to see into the darkness between the luscious
brunette's thighs.  She smiled knowingly, but did not spread her
legs further, much to his disappointment.  Several minutes later,
she recrossed them in the opposite direction.  This time her
dress rode even higher.  When she turned a little to the side, Ed
had an even better view.  Her tongue licked slowly over her ruby
red lips causing his cock to throb in the confines of his shorts.
 He was only partially aware of Darrell's continuing voice.

  "As you can imagine, all this seemed rather strange to me, but
the fee he offered was very large so I used all my resources to
find him the type of investments he wanted.  Fortunately, I not
only found him several excellent securities, but I was also able
to set up a continuing arrangement to handle his excess cash well
into the future."

  "Needless to say, Mr. Grayman was delighted.  As a result, he
not only doubled my fee, but he also described a rather unusual
service that he would be willing to provide, if I was interested.
Grayman had, of course, noticed the shape Susan was in and was
not oblivious to my displeasure with her.  Essentially, his offer
was to turn my wife into a gorgeous and totally sensuous woman."

  Ed couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on
by a woman.  Susan's dress had ridden almost up to her hips and
her position had relaxed the top of her dress so that the bodice
had moved even lower.  The aureoles of both nipples were now
visible. Half of her breasts were exposed and all this seemed of
no interest to Darrell.  He saw that Marla was looking at Susan
almost as much as he was.

  "The details of Grayman's offer were that I was to turn my wife
over to him for a period of one year.  During that period, I
would not be allowed to see Susan personally although I would be
provided with detailed reports of her progress and her actions if
I desired them."

  Neither Ed nor Marla had ever heard such a bizarre story. They
weren't sure whether Darrell was making it all up or not, but
they were both listening.  Darrell continued.

  "I was naturally worried about Susan's safety.  Even though I
was totally pissed off with her appearance and her attitude
toward sex, I certainly didn't want her harmed.  You know what? 
He laughed! Grayman just laughed at me.  Then he came up with the
most awesome offer I had ever heard.  He was willing to guarantee
her safety by the deposit of one million dollars in an escrow
account to be payable directly to me in the event of any physical
harm coming to my wife or in the event he failed to meet any of
his other guarantees.  Can you imagine that?"

  Ed was now squeezing his cock.  He couldn't stop himself.
Susan's right nipple was now peeking above the top of her dress,
totally exposed and very hard.

  "Grayman's various guarantees included turning Susan's fat body
into that of a voluptuous sex goddess.  He even asked me how
measurements of 38-22-37 sounded.  He also guaranteed that her
entire attitude toward sex would be altered to the point that she
would become the type of sensuous woman that fill men's
fantasies. The price for this service was to be exactly nothing!"

  "This was just in payment for your investment services?", Ed
asked.

  "Oh, not at all!  This sort of thing was Grayman's business. It
was the source of all that money that I had helped him invest. He
was drumming up more business for himself."

  "I don't understand.  If he wasn't going to charge you
anything.?"

  Darrell interrupted.  "That's right. No payments from me.  But
remember, Susan was to be his for a year.  As Grayman explained
to me, he had many, many ways to make a fortune.

  "Sounds like he's a pimp", Ed remarked.

  "Not in the usual sense.  But enough of this.  After dinner,
Susan will explain it in more detail to Marla as I will to you.
Right now, let's eat." --------------

  Dinner was delicious.  Darrell called it one of Susan's
specialties, Veal al la Bordeaux.  It was exquisite and with
Susan seeing to their every need, Ed couldn't remember when he
had enjoyed dinner as much.  Every time Susan served something,
she bent low at the waist giving Marla and the men a full view of
her huge tits.  Ed simply couldn't keep his eyes off her ass and
legs when she walked away from him.

  Finally, Darrell remarked, "I see both of you are enjoying
Susan's tits.  She really does have an incredible set now. 
Marla, why don't you take them out so you both can enjoy them
even more."

  My wife shook her head vigorously.  "I didn't mean to stare.
I'm sorry.  I certainly couldn't do what you ask."

  "Of course you can. Susan would be delighted to accommodate
your pleasure.  Go ahead. You know you want to see them."

  Marla hesitated, but when she saw Susan smiling and bending
over for her, she was unable to resist.  Her hand reached out and
began to light stroke the huge mounds.  Both globes were firm but
still soft.  She needed no bra even though her tits were at least
38D.  Her fingers traced the stiff nipples through the material
of the sheathe causing Susan to moan softly.  Moving both hands
up, she cupped and stroked her breasts until she had forced the
nipples free.  Susan moved even closer to make it easier for
Marla to handle her.  She groaned more loudly when her fingers
rolled over the hard points, "Aaahhhh."

  There was no resistance from Susan when she moved inside her
dress and lifted both globes completely free.  Then she pulled
the top of the dress down so that it pressed her naked breasts
upward and thrust them out even more, if that were possible.

  "Lick her nipples", Darrell urged.  Marla didn't protest this
time.  When her tongue flicked over each nipple, another groan
escaped Susan's lips.

  "She will, of course, leave herself exposed for you unless you
wish for her to put her breasts back", Darrell remarked.  For the
remainder of the meal, Susan remained bare breasted.

  After dessert, Susan said, "Why don't you boys discuss the
Grayman thing while Marla and I take a little walk and discuss
issues more of interest to a woman."

  Without waiting for agreement from the men, she pulled Marla to
her feet and led her outside.  As they walked around the large
grounds, Marla finally asked, "Aren't you going to cover your
breasts?  Who knows who might see you."

  "Do you want me to cover them?"

  "Yes, please.  I'm really sorry.  I've never done anything like
that before."

  "I enjoyed it.  Why apologize?"

  While Marla struggled to find an answer, Susan pulled the
bodice of the sheathe up and concealed her breasts again.  "Are
you going to do the Grayman thing?"

  "I don't know.  I don't think my husband would permit it
anyway."

    Susan laughed.  "Honey. I have no idea whether you want to
spend a year doing what you have to do to look like me or even
better, but I can absolutely assure you that Ed will be begging
you to do it.  Darrell was terrified that I was going to refuse.
Actually, there was no chance of that.  I really wanted to do
it."

  "Would you tell me about it? What's it like?"

  "Well, Darrell has already explained the basics.  I'll just
tell you the details that he left out, partly because he wasn't
there and doesn't know.  You are basically Grayman's property for
a year.  During the first five months, you will be put on a rigid
and demanding regimen of diet and exercise.  The food is prepared
by a 5-star chef and is incredible, but the calories are strictly
limited.  The meals are balanced and delicious and by careful
selection of the food, you will never seem to get hungry.  You
don't, however, have any choice in the matter.  You eat only what
they give you.  Exercise is demanding and constant.  Male
"Trainers" oversee every part of the exercise.  Every muscle is
toned and the flab is turned into firm muscle."

  "In addition to the exercise and diet, you'll spend 30 minutes
a day working on your make up.  World-class stylists set your
hair every day, do your nails, remove unwanted hair, and train
you in the art of expert makeup application.  You always look
your very best.  Then there are the clothes.  God, you won't
believe it. From the first day you're with Grayman,  you will be
provided with the most elegant and erotic clothing you've ever
imagined.  Some of the items cost thousands of dollars and
they're all yours to keep. You are never permitted to wear jeans
or baggy sweat shirts or that sort of thing, even when you're
exercising."

  "What do you wear to exercise?", Marla asked.

  "Something appropriate but sexy. Your attire is always sexy.
Most of the women wear short shorts and a halter to exercise.
Sometimes I wore a form-fitting leotard with nothing underneath.
You will have a choice, but all choices are sensuous and sexy."

  "Then there is the jewelry and babbles.  Rings, bracelets,
necklaces, ankle chains, earrings and the like are all provided."

  "What's the big deal about that?"

  "The "big deal" is that everything is silver, gold and all the
stones are real.  No fakes.  If you wear a diamond-studded
bracelet, the diamonds are real.  If you wear turquoise jewelry,
the stones are real turquoise.  The opals, emeralds, topaz.. all
real. and all yours to keep!"

  Marla was stunned.  "How much. I mean how much is all of it
worth?"

  "I estimate that I left Grayman's Island with $35,000 to
$40,000 worth of first-class jewelry."

  Marla was speechless.  Finally, she stammered,  "Island? What
island?"

  "Oh, I guess I forgot to mention.  Grayman has his business or
whatever you want to call it on an island somewhere in the
Caribbean.  I don't know where.  No one does except him and his
associates.  This way, he's completely beyond the reach of any
government."

  "Is that it?" asked Marla.  "There must be more.  There's no
way you came back looking like you do with just diet, exercise,
makeup, jewelry and clothing."

  "That's right.  There's a lot more.  This is an incredible
operation.  Before I go on, I have to tell you about the sex. 
The Trainers are all incredibly handsome men with absolutely
fabulous physiques and huge cocks.  And I do mean HUGE.  There
wasn't a Trainer on the island with less than a thick 8" penis. 
And they are always hard.  I mean really hard.  I've never seen
men with cocks that get as hard as theirs."

  "It's their job to oversee the exercise program and its also
their job to completely change your attitude about sex.  They
fuck the women constantly and they are awesome lovers.  Every
woman I met while I was there, including me, had multiple,
intense, screaming orgasms when we were fucked.  And they fucked
us two and three times a day.  Basically, they change your entire
attitude toward sex and teach you how to be an incredibly skilled
lover who wants it all the time."

  "So, the bottom line is that if you can't stand the thought of
having sex with other men, you need to refuse to go.  If you go,
you're going to be fucked more times by more men than you can
count.  It also means that Ed is going to have to be prepared to
share his wife with other men.  If he's not up to that, both of
you should forget about Grayman's Island."

  "After five or six months on the island, they have you at your
desired final weight.  Then comes the "metamorphasis".

  "What's that?"

  "That's where they turn you into an incredibly sensuous and
beautiful woman even more than in your wildest fantasies.  They
do all sorts of surgery.  You get breast, hip, ass, thigh and
calf implants to mold your body into something like you see in
mine. They do face lifts, tummy tucks, nose jobs, chin jobs. 
They even change the eye color somehow if they think its needed.
Finally, they do an A and P to tighten your vagina so that you're
as tight as a 15 year-old virgin.  When they finish, you will
look even better than I do."

  "How does Grayman make enough money to pay for all this and
also make a profit."

  "Two ways.  While you're on the island during the first 5 or 6
months, you will occasionally be rented out for sexual services.
Basically, you're a whore.  The difference is the clients.  They
are all extremely wealthy and they pay incredible sums for
services.  For example, they will probably pay $5000 for a night
with you."  Marla's mouth fell open in stunned amazement.

  "You get to keep 10% of the money.  The rest goes to Grayman.
All this, however is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. 
The men pay those sums so as to be eligible for the auction."

  "Auction?  What auction?"

  After the metamorphasis, when you look like an incredible sex
goddess, you are put up for sale.  The men bid on your sexual
services as a sex slave for the remainder of the year available
to Grayman.  High bidder gets you as his sex slave for the rest
of the year.  You simply will not believe the sums that are bid,
and you get your 10% plus any gifts that your owner gives you."

  "How much is bid?"

  "Depends on how gorgeous the woman is... how hot she is in
bed... how kinky she will be... how slutty she is and how much
time remains in the year.  The lowest bid I saw during my stay
was $900,000.   The most was over three million."

  "How much did they bid for you?"

  "Two million, two hundred thousand.  I got to keep $220,000.
And that's tax free, Honey."

  "Did you get any gifts?

  "Quite a few.  I returned with this incredibly sexy body, over
$200,000 in cash, plus the jewelry, clothes, and various other
gifts like furs and a car.  Not bad for a year's investment.  And
my husband thinks he's in heaven."

  Marla was silent for awhile.  "Are you going to do it, Honey?"
Marla looked at Susan's luscious body and licked her lips. "If my
husband agrees, I can't wait."


Chapter 3: The Warehouse

  Darrell had been true to his word.  Within a week, he was
telling Ed that Grayman had agreed to accept Marla if the two of
them wished to do it.  Ed was elated.  His elation increased even
more when Baxter Grayman called him at his office.

  "Mr. Cargill, this is Baxter Grayman calling.  Are you free to
discuss the arrangements for the enterprise regarding your wife?"

  Ed could hear his heart pounding with excitement.  "Yes, yes.
I'm free.  Is there a problem?"

  "Not at all, Mr. Cargill.  I'm simply calling to inform you
that a sum of one million dollars has been deposited in an escrow
account in your name in the First National Bank of Springtown.
Should your wife not return to your side safely one year from the
date of her enrollment with her weight and appearance as
specified in the contract we signed, this money will be turned
over to you without further question.  Is this satisfactory?"

  "Yes. Yes!  Of course." Ed was overwhelmed.

  "Good. Now I want you to understand, Mr. Cargill, that although
we have signed the contract and the good faith escrow account has
been established, I and my associates still regard your agreement
and that of your wife as being tentative.  If, at any time
between now and the actual delivery of your wife to us, either of
you has second thoughts and wishes to decline our offer, you are
completely free to do so.  In that event, the escrow account will
be released back to us, the contract will be destroyed, we will
wish you and your wife the best in life, and we shall go our
separate ways and never meet again.  Is this fully understood?"

  "Yes. I understand, but there will be no problem."

  "That's good to hear.  Within the hour, you will receive
detailed instructions as to the time and location at which you
will turn your wife over to my organization.  Please do not be
late.  Our schedule is very tight and we cannot afford long
delays.  Is this clear?" --------------------------

  Six days later, Ed was driving along the desolate stretch of
highway as directed looking for the large warehouse his
instructions had said he would find.  Marla was sitting quietly
beside him, both nervous and excited.  Suddenly Ed saw the
building.  "There it is. See that large building off to the
right. That's got to be the warehouse."  Within minutes, their
car pulled to a stop by the front entrance.

  Ed helped his fat wife slide out of the car, her dress slipping
up to expose her chunky thighs.  Before either of them could
knock, the door was opened by a huge and powerfully built man
dressed only in a leather vest and what appeared to be
tightly-fitting bikini shorts.  Several gold chains circled his
neck and adorned his broad, bare chest, which was covered by a
thick mat of dark hair.  A diamond ring gleamed from his left
hand and a single diamond-studded earring from his left ear.

  "Mr. and Mrs. Cargill?", he asked.  Ed nodded. "Please follow
me."

  They moved into the darkness of the near vacant warehouse, down
a dark corridor, and finally into a lighted area that turned out
to be a very comfortable and a very elaborately decorated office.
 Mr. Baxter Grayman rose to meet Ed and warmly shook his hand. 
He ignored Marla completely as he directed Ed to a chair beside
his desk.  Grayman wasted no time.  He immediately began to
review the details of the contract with Ed.  As he listened, Ed
noticed a second woman in the room.

  "I see that Mrs. Larsen has attracted your attention, Ed.  Let
me introduce you."  The woman arose at Grayman's signal.

  "This is Mrs. Gloria Larsen.  Her husband turned her over to
our care three months ago, and, as you can see, she's still a
little on the fat side, but all in all, not bad.  What do you
think, Ed?"

  As far as Ed was concerned, Gloria was luscious.  Grayman was
right that she was still slightly overweight, but she looked so
sexy in her tight-fitting dress and heels that it hardly
mattered. "I think you're beautiful", he replied.

  Gloria smiled her appreciation and took a seat beside Ed. After
some more discussion, Grayman announced,  "Now you understand
that from this moment, your wife is in my charge; she does
exactly what I and my associates direct.  Is that clear, Mr.
Cargill?"

  When Ed nodded, Grayman turned to Marla and said,  "Marla, this
is Mr. Jackson.  He is one of the trainers who is responsible for
taking all that flab off your body and turning you into a truly
gorgeous, sensuous woman.  In due course, you will meet the other
trainers."

  Shivers ran up and down Marla's spine.  She had never felt like
this in her life.  Suddenly, she realized that she was becoming
sexually excited.  The situation was incredibly erotic. The
wetness between her thighs increased as Grayman spoke.

  "Mr. Jackson, let's see what we have to work with."

  The large man moved as soon as Grayman spoke.  His powerful
arms lifted Marla easily out of her chair and set her upon a
nearby raised platform so that her feet were level with Grayman's
desk top.  Marla gasped at the ease with which the powerful man
moved her.  She had never, ever seen such a handsome,
virile-looking man before.  Muscles rippled across his chest,
arms, legs and thighs. His entire body was beautifully tanned. 
His most awesome feature, however, was the apparent size of his
cock.  His organ was boldly outlined by the clinging material of
his briefs.  They hardly covered his buttocks at all and each of
his cheeks was tight and hard, the muscles standing out in clear
relief giving the impression of great power.  It seemed to Marla
that the man must have at least a nine-inch cock judging from the
outline.  It was already massive even though it was not yet fully
hard.  She knew all the men could see her staring at the
trainer's cock, but she couldn't help herself.  The crotch of her
panties were now soaked with her sexual secretions.

  "Pull up your dress, Marla", Jackson ordered.

  When she didn't do so immediately, the man's arm flashed
bringing the broad side of a paddle sharply against her ass.
SPLAT!!  The loud impact of the paddle mixed with her startled
cry of pain.  Even though Jackson had held back, the blow still
caused her butt to sting beneath her panties.

  "Marla, when I or another trainer gives you an instruction, do
it immediately.  Don't think about it, just do it.  The next time
you fail to obey, you will receive much more severe punishment. 
Now. once again. lift your dress."

  This time Ed's wife didn't hesitate.  Her hands grabbed the hem
of the garment and pulled it upward to mid thigh.  Jackson
stepped close behind her as his powerful forearms circled her
hips and began to roam freely over the exposed flesh of her
thighs.  Even though she was protected somewhat by her pantyhose,
his touch was electric.  He pulled her close, so close that she
could easily feel the hard bulge of his cock against her ass. 
His fingers slipped up and down her legs with a sensuous
caressing motion that turned her crotch into a swamp.

  "Move your feet apart, Marla."

  She obeyed and his hand immediately slipped between her parted
thighs to stroke her more intimately.  Jackson leaned close and
whispered in her ear,  "You're a very hot woman and soon, you're
going to be a sexy, luscious woman as well.  But right now,
you're really a sow.  In fact, that's your rank, "Sow", but we'll
soon change all that."

  Jackson was now stroking her cunt through the material of her
panties and pantyhose.  Up and down the length of her slit,
pressing and rubbing the lips until the entire area was throbbing
with excitement.  Then, his fingers moved upward and centered on
the sensitive tip of her clitoris.  Even though she knew her
husband was watching, Marla couldn't prevent her hips from
beginning a slow thrusting motion as Jackson masturbated her. 
She felt her clitoris harden and begin to pulse.  She could also
feel the trainer's huge cock growing larger as he pressed it into
the crease of her ass.

  Ed's cock was also hard.  Gloria was now stroking him lightly
as they all watched Jackson open the top of Marla's dress and
spread it wide.

  "Your tits. Take them out", Jackson ordered.

  Marla's excitement rose another notch as she reached into her
tightly fitted bra and pulled her breasts out into the open.  The
nipples were already hard.  One of Jackson's hands moved to her
nipple and began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger as
his other hand continued to stimulate her clitoris.  Marla could
not stifle a moan.  Her hips jerked forward thrusting herself
against the exploring hand.

  Jackson enflamed her growing passion still more as he
whispered, "Nice big tits.. much too floppy.. too much sag... but
big, luscious fuckable tits.  Don't worry.  When we've gotten all
this extra fat off of you, we'll take care of that too."

  He pulled on the nipple as he spoke.  Ripples of pleasure shot
through her body.  "We'll do breasts implants to give you 38DD or
maybe 40DD's... big, firm tits.. luscious tits that every man
will want to suck and stroke and fuck."

  Marla felt like she might cum at any moment.  Her cunt was now
openly throbbing.  Jackson was now cupping and stroking both
breasts.  He pinched and pulled her nipples.  She gasped and
moaned sharply as she felt them harden and enlarge under his
caresses.  She knew his massive organ was fully erect now.  It
felt like a club pressed into her ass.

  "Let's have a look at her cunt and ass", Grayman ordered.

  A moment passed and Marla still held her dress at mid thigh.
"Lower your pantyhose", Jackson commanded.

  She released her dress expecting it to fall, but the trainer
held it up as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the
pantyhose and lowered them and her panties halfway down her
thighs. The bush of cunt was fully exposed and the spread of her
legs put her cunt crease on display.  The hard knob of her erect
clitoris was easily visible to the men.  Except for her fat
stomach, she would have been an erotic sight.

  Jackson's fingers again moved to her cunt.  This time he spread
her labia to let Grayman see right into her hole.  "Spread", he
commanded.

  She obeyed, moving her feet as far apart as the restricting
pantyhose about her thighs would allow.  Fingers were on her clit
again.  Two of them trapped her stiff organ and with firm
pressure, began to slide up and down the shaft.  Marla responded
with a series of short whines that turned into hot moans of
pleasure.

  She suddenly realized that Jackson's penis was now between her
legs pressing firmly against the slit of her cunt.  She knew the
others including her husband must be able to see it since it
stuck out several inches in front of her.  He moved it back and
forth in the wetness of the crease.  The head was next to the
opening and Marla assumed that he was going to fuck her.

  Marla's eyes closed and her hips now openly thrust back and
forth to get the maximum stimulation from the fingers on her clit
and from the cock pressing against her cuntal opening.  Just
before she reached her orgasm, however, Jackson stopped.  She
groaned.

  "OK, Marla.  Let Mr. Grayman see your ass.  Bend over."

  Marla instantly obeyed turning and bending at the waist while
Jackson reached over and held her firmly.  Her big ass stuck out
for all to inspect.  She felt the Trainer spreading her ass
cheeks to expose her inner core, slick and wet with the juices of
her excitement.  Jackson motioned for her to rise and turn toward
Grayman.  She did so, never letting her dress fall below her
hips. Her clitoris was still throbbing.  She knew that the men
all knew she was very close to orgasm.  She wondered if she would
be fucked in front of everyone.  Her vagina contracted hard at
the thought.

  "Ok, Jackson.  Take her to back room and get her ready.  Take
your time.  I think Mr. Cargill plans to fuck Mr. Larsen's wife."

  Marla was led off the platform and soon found herself seated in
what was clearly a very elaborate beauty salon.  To her even
greater surprise, she learned that her handsome, virile trainer
was also a master beautician.

  During the next two hours, she was given both a manicure and a
pedicure.  Artificial nails were expertly applied and then
painted with a deep red polish and gloss.  This was followed by a
complete facial and shampoo.  Jackson then gave her a hairdo such
as she had never had before.  Her long hair was set high with
strands dropping about both ears to perfectly frame her face. 
Two diamond-studded combs highlighted her hair.  Her eyebrows
were trimmed and long eyelashes attached to both lids. Eyeliner
and blue shadow were applied to make her eyes appear larger and
more sensuous.  Her lips were carefully painted a deep red to
match her nails.  Finally, ruby-studded earrings were attached to
both lobes.

  When Jackson finally allowed her to look at herself in the
mirror, she was more than amazed; she was stunned.  Never had she
looked so sensuous and attractive.  She didn't even believe that
it was Marla Cargill she was staring at.

  "Not bad, eh?" he asked.

  "I'm beautiful!" she exclaimed.

  Jackson laughed.  "Not quite.  Not with all that fat on your
legs, stomach, ass, thighs, face.  But in few months that will be
gone forever.  Then, you will be beautiful.  Much more so than
you can even imagine."

  His words thrilled her to the very core of her being.  She
could feel her cunt once more becoming wet and beginning to throb
with her unfulfilled desire.  "Now, it's time to dress you
properly."

  She felt the man literally lift her out of her chair and move
her to the adjacent room.  This room was filled with a variety of
different types of apparatus, none of which Marla recognized.  As
she stared, Jackson attached tight leather cuffs around both of
her wrists.  The cuffs, which were padded to eliminate
discomfort, were then fastened together.  The metal latch of a
rope was attached to a ring between the cuffs and Marla felt her
arms being drawn upward.  Jackson pulled the rope steadily across
the pulley in the ceiling until Marla's arms were stretched high
above her head.  He pulled the rope even higher causing her feet
to leave the ground. To support herself, Marla had to stand on
her tiptoes.

  She moaned with the strain and begged to be let down.  "Oh..
please.  This hurts my arms. Please. Let me down. Ooohhhhhh.."

  Her cries continued until Jackson abruptly thrust a large ball
gag into her mouth and strapped it securely behind her head. The
gag shut off all but her loud grunts and moans.  As she continued
to squirm and twist, Jackson unbuttoned the entire front of her
dress and then used a sharp blade to slit open the sleeves. Her
garment fell uselessly to the floor.

  "Don't worry about the dress.  You will never wear anything
that dowdy again.  Better we throw garbage like that away."

  Marla watched with rapt attention as he cut her bra strapes.
When he flipped open the catches at the back, the bra dropped to
the floor where the trainer kicked it casually into the corner. 
Her big tits quivered as they rested on her heaving chest.  His
fingers moved to her nipples and began to caress them lovingly,
teasing the tips and causing them to harden.  His mouth moved
from one to the other, sucking and tongue stroking each to full
erection.  His nipping teeth sent waves of desire surging through
her stretched body.

  When both nipples were hard buttons of desire, he moved away.
Kneeling, he slipped off the flats she wore.  "This is the last
time you will ever be seen wearing flats.  Is that clear?"

  She nodded and grunted from behind the gag.  She watched
fascinated as he carefully cut off her pantyhose and threw the
ripped garment aside.  Now she wore only panties.  He paused
momentarily in his task to again masturbate her to near the point
of orgasm.  First, his fingers lightly massaged her cunt slit and
then her clit.  She groaned and then moaned even more loudly
through her gag as his fingers caused her juices to seep from her
vagina and again soak the crotch of her panties.  In just
moments, he had her clit hard and throbbing.

  His hand entered her panties and she felt two fingers sliding
through the wetness of her slit and then carefully fucking into
her hole.  Her hips arched and hunched.  Both fingers slid out of
her vagina up to the pulsing clit where they sandwiched the organ
and began to jack her off like she were a man.  An intense series
of groans came from behind the gag as she raced toward a huge
orgasm.

  He stopped.  She whined and indicated that she wanted him to
continue.  He ignored her and tore off her panties.  This garment
was thrown into a wastebasket.  She was now totally naked.  His
fingers again teased her clit.  She throbbed helplessly, juices
bubbling from her hole.  Her cum approached.  He jacked her clit
shaft harder, faster.  She hunched and gasped, swinging in her
bonds.  Again, he stopped. Her juices were running down her legs.

  The trainer pulled a nearby table close to her swinging body.
She watched, half with uncontrolled excitement and half with
fear, as he turned on a machine, which produced a low hum and
then pressed two cups against her hardened nipples.  A shriek
escaped the gag when she felt the cups suck her nipples outward
and remain firmly attached to her heaving chest.  They operated
with small suction cups.  Jackson made another adjustment on the
machine and the cups began to vibrate.  The feeling was
incredible.  The cups sucked her nipples, pulling and stretching
them outward, and then vibrating the entire length of her
distended nipples causing shivers of sexual pleasure to shoot
through her body.

  A minute passed.  Her excitement mounted.  She felt her cunt
beginning to throb again even though nothing was touching her
clit. Jackson turned a knob and the strength of the vibrations
increased. Her body arched with intense pleasure.  He turned the
knob higher and she started to hunch her hips in fuck motions. 
Her clit and vagina were now pulsing as she again approached
orgasm.  Her entire body began to shake and jerk.  Her muscles
tightened.  Her tits were on fire.  Her hunching increased to
rapid-fire fuck motions.  A moment more and she would convulse in
orgasm.  The vibrations suddenly stopped completely.  Moans and
grunts of protest escaped her gagged mouth

  Marla swung helplessly, her vagina throbbing in sexual heat.
She watched Jackson take a pair of red high-heels and hose from a
closet.  The shoes had straps around each ankle to hold them in
place.  Their five-inch spike heels looked wicked.

  The trainer lifted her right leg completely exposing her cunt.
He inspected it closely, sliding his finger carefully along the
wet slit taking care to firmly stroke her clitoris as he did so.
He got a jerking response and loud gasp from Ed Cargill's wife
the instant he made contact with her engorged clit.  Her juices
soaked the entire surface of her vagina and were running down the
inside of her thighs.

  Jackson pressed a button and a shaft with a padded top began to
rise from the floor.  When it was the right height, he stopped
its rise and draped Marla's legs over the elevated shaft. Her
breath was now coming in tortured gasps.  She was desperate for
orgasm.  Her body was burning.  She could even smell the musky
aroma rising from her pussy.  The trainer activated the nipple
vibrators again.  Her chest arched with intense pleasure.  The
vibrators were turned off.

  Jackson carefully slipped the stocking over her elevated foot
and then pulled it up the expanse of her leg to the top of her
thigh.  Then he strapped the five-inch pump onto her foot.  Her
right leg was lowered and the entire action repeated with her
other leg.

  When Marla was once again standing on the floor, Jackson turned
a full-length mirror so that she could see herself.  Even though
she was overweight, the sight of her body, naked except for the
hose and the spike heels, caused a shiver of excitement to surge
through her.  She really did look like a hot, sensuous slut.

  Marla sighed with relief since she could now stand in the high
heels.  Her relief was short-lived, however.  Padded cuffs were
quickly attached to both ankles and the attached ropes to pulleys
that stretched her legs outward and apart.

  He started slowly.  Marla's legs were forced a foot apart,
then, a moment later, another foot.  Jackson pulled the ropes and
she was spread several feet.  It was getting much harder to
stand.  The overhead rope pulled her arms higher, stretching her,
arms straight up, legs spread wide apart and tied.  He pulled her
legs even further apart until she could just barely touch the
floor by pointing her toes sharply downward.

  She couldn't keep her body still.  The nipple vibrators started
again and she dissolved into a throbbing mass of moaning female
flesh.  She was totally exposed in this position and it raised
her sexual excitement to an even higher peak.  Moisture was now
forming on her labia and dripping to the floor.

  She watched wide-eyed as Jackson brought another suction cup
from the table. She moaned when he told her where this one was to
go, on her throbbing, erect clitoris.  Marla braced her body but
was still jolted when she felt her clitoris sucked in hard by the
device.  She grunted in helpless passion through her gag,
"Uunnnnhhgggg.. Ugghhh. Ugh.Uugghh.. Uunnnnnnn".

  She knew her climax was only moments away.  Her body undulated
wildly.  Jackson turned off the machine.  She begged him with her
eyes and her grunts of protest to let her cum.  Air whooshed from
her overheated vagina as her sex channel contracted in a spasm
that expelled the air within the hole.  Jackson removed her gag.

  "Oohhhh god. please..ooohhh please.. let me cum.  I'm dying.
Oohh please.  I'll do anything.  Just let me cum.  OH GOD.. LET
ME CUM! FINISH ME!"

  The trainer raised the floor shafts again.  Marla's ankles were
untied and her legs again placed over the padded posts.  He
adjusted her height until the gaping, slowly throbbing vagina was
even with his crotch.  Her thighs were wet with secretions all
the way to the knees.  Her pubic hair was soaked and matted.  The
vaginal lips were swollen with desire and her sex was fully open.

  He removed his shorts to reveal his now fully erect cock. Marla
couldn't tear her eyes from its bloated head that leaked cum and
the huge throbbing, steel hard shaft.

  "Oh god. what a cock? How big? How big is it?"  she gasped. 
Jackson brought it closer for her to see. "Its thicker than my
wrist.  Is it nine inches? Ten? Ohhhh How big? HOW BIG IS IT?"

  Her eyes never left the cock. He moved between up to her
suspended body, between her widespread thighs and pressed the
head against the moist opening between her thighs.  He put the
head into the waiting cunt.  Her lips were so soaked they parted
easily to allow the huge shaft to enter her vagina.  He pushed
inward and stretched her open.

  "Aaaaahhhhhhh.god... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

  One inch entered Marla.  Then the second inch penetrated Ed's
wife.  Her mouth stretched into a huge oval, then her eyes
clenched shut as her ass and cunt began to spasm.  Three inches..
then four were pushed into the hot tunnel.  Mrs. Cargill's tongue
shot out, then curled and began to lick her top lip.  Her hips
undulated and thrust against the male phallus driving it even
deeper.

  Six inches, then seven were buried in the wildly hunching
housewife.  Jackson slowly pulled it out leaving a huge opening.
He watched the female juices seeping out for a moment and then
put himself back into the grunting woman.  This time, eight
inches entered Marla's vagina.

  She screamed and exploded in orgasm.  "OOHHHHHHHHHH IM
CUMMMING... BIG.SOOOOO DAMN BIG..FUCK MEEEEEEE! OOOOH PLEASE FUCK
ME...  MAKE ME CUM!"

  Jackson drove nine inches into her and felt his cock thud
against her cervix.  The entire ten-inch cock entered her on the
next stroke pushing her womb up and back to make room for his
penis.  As the overheated vagina throbbed around his shaft, he
began to fuck the helpless woman with hard, driving strokes. 
Ed's wife shrieked in the throes of hot passion.  Her clitoris
was contracting violently in repeated, intense spasms of hot
pleasure. She wailed as her sex organs throbbed in another
intense climax. Marla babbled incoherently.

  She couldn't stop cumming.  Her clit was on fire and would not
stop throbbing and pulsing as the huge shaft rubbed it
mercilessly on every thrust.  She grunted like a hot whore every
time the cock head thudded into the bottom of her hole.  She felt
his fingers entering her asshole.

  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..NOT IN MY ASSSSSSSSS.. UNNGHHHHH..
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH."  She exploded again.  Her sphincter stretched
wide to admit the fingers.  They sank deeply into her contracting
ass.

  Jackson pressed his muscular body against Ed's wife, his penis
deeply embedded inside her.  He felt the woman shudder violently,
her head thrown back, her mouth an open hole with the tongue
stabbing wildly in the air.  Clenching his buttocks, he flexed
his huge shaft stretching the vaginal walls.

  The married slut moaned in her intense passion,
"UUUNNNNGGGGGGGNNNNNNN".

  His hips rotated, grinding against the erected clitoris. Marla
Cargill hissed with hot pleasure.  Again the penis flexed within
her vagina.

  "Ooohhhhh god.."  He covered her breasts with his hands,
pinching and rolling her nipples, as he slowly pulled his shaft
from the hot pussy.

  "Ohhhhhh.Nooooo.. Please. Don't take it out. In! IN! PUT IT
BACK IN MEEEE."

  Jackson slowly drove his weapon back into her. Her hips and ass
began a series of uncontrolled fuck motions, his finger still
deep within her bowels.  She exploded into rippling spasms of
pleasure as the orgasm rolled over her.

  Marla was still spread and stretched by the pulleys and ropes.
However, Jackson had lowered her enough to permit the five-inch
heels to reach the floor so that some of the strain on her arms
was relieved.  Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she had not
yet recovered from the series of intense orgasms that had wracked
her body.  Jackson stood in front of her and seemed to be
inspecting every inch of her nearly naked body.  His cock was
still erect.  Marla stared at it in total fascination.  Even when
only half erect, it still made an enormous bulge against his
briefs.

  "I think its time we got you dressed for the trip", the trainer
stated.

  "Aren't you going to untie me first", Marla asked.

  "In a moment.  It's easier to put this on you when you're
stretched out."

  Marla saw that the garment was a white corset.

  "Do I have to wear that?"

  "We have to do something about your fat bulges.  You'll be
wearing one until you've lost enough weight that you no longer
need it."

  Jackson placed the corset around her midsection.  With his
strength, he had no trouble stretching the elastic and snapping
the catches behind her back.  It was tight, very tight. It felt
like she was being squeezed by an octopus.  A gasp escaped her
lips when she felt Jackson begin to tighten the laces.  As he
pulled them tight, the garment slowly squeezed in her waist. She
watched her reflection in the mirror as he waist decreased to a
reasonable size.  The corset ended with a pair of cups that fit
below her breasts forcing them up and out making them look huge.

  Jackson selected a clinging, light pink sheathe for her dress.
After releasing her arms from the restraining cuffs, he pulled it
over her head and down her body.  It was at least two sizes too
small.  If the material had not been stretchable, the seams would
surely have ripped.  Every roll of fat, every bulge was clearly
outlined by the dress.

  "It's too small", Marla complained.

  "Of course it's too small.  We don't buy clothes so that they
will fit Sows.  All of your clothes will be too small until you
lose that ugly fat."

  The dress hugged her body like a second skin.  The cleavage was
deep, exposing the top half of each breast.  The bulk of her arms
and shoulders caused the material to pull away even more.  The
net effect was that her nipples were exposed.  Her large ass had
the same effect on the hemline.  If she were not overweight, the
hem would have been five inches above her knees.  In her present
condition, it was up to her stocking tops.  If she bent over, she
was certain that her pussy would be exposed.  She was surprised
when Jackson handed her a pair of thin, very brief, white
panties.

  "I didn't think you'd let me wear any panties."

  "You'll be wearing panties most of the time.  They keep you
moist and ready.  They also keep cum from dripping out and
soiling the carpet."

  As she pulled the panties over her hips, she wondered how long
it would be before the panties had any cum to keep inside her
pussy.  Jackson had not ejaculated when he fucked her.  She was
still amazed by that.

  "For a Sow, you look pretty good.  When we get all that fat
off, you're going to be a deliciously beautiful woman."

  Marla flushed with pleasure and pride.  For the first time in a
long time, she felt anxious to lose weight as fast as possible.

  "Are we leaving now?" she asked.

  "We aren't scheduled for departure for another 30 minutes.  We
may as well entertain each other while we wait.  Bend over the
back of that couch, Mrs. Cargill."

  Marla felt a tremor of excitement surge through her loins.
Although still a little unsteady in the five-inch heels, she
moved to the couch with no mishap.  Bending at the waist, she
draped herself over the back as directed.  The cool air on her
ass told her that she was totally exposed to Jackson's view.

  "Spread your legs", he commanded.  Marla immediately moved her
feet apart.  "Wider!" Jackson barked. She stretched her legs as
far apart as she could.

  "Now lower your head and arch your hips so that your ass is
properly elevated into position."

  Her hair fell forward and touched the couch seat as she obeyed.
 She tightened the muscles in both thighs and arched her butt for
him.  For at least a minute, she held the position.  Then, his
hands were on her ass.  They slowly stroked her crease up and
down its length.  She felt her panties being pushed in and out of
her wet vagina, and then held to one side to expose the opening.

  Marla throbbed in anticipation.  She felt her secretions
seeping from her moist hole.  She groaned loudly when the cock
pressed firmly into the mouth of her sex.  She was so wet from
her previous orgasms that her cunt offered almost no resistance
to penetration. Her clinging cunt lips slid smoothly over the
velvet cock head and stretched open to permit its entry.

  "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She moaned even louder as her channel was
stretched by the huge head.

  Finally, the entire cock head was lodged inside her vagina. She
felt the big ridge beneath the head.  "Oh god, he was so big!"
she thought.

  She felt him withdraw, her labia slipping upward over the
smooth head as the cock was pulled out until her vulva just
barely kissed the bloated head.  "Ooouuuuuuuu."  Her pussy
enveloped the huge penis again on its inward thrust.  She felt
him throbbing inside her vagina.  Every time he flexed his rod,
she was stretched and each time her vagina throbbed about the
male weapon embedded in her.

  Jackson worked his thick cock in and out several times, each
time stretching her vaginal orifice into a wide oval and causing
her thick lubricating juices to stream from her cunt and coat his
shaft.  He began to drive himself in and out of the woman's
pussy. He smiled with satisfaction every time he heard her
grunting in female pleasure.  He shoved himself deeper and felt
her cunt opening for him.  He knew that his cock was creating
enormous friction on her clitoris that would soon make her
explode in uncontrollable orgasms.  When he had seven inches of
cock inside the pussy, he switched to a slow, circular grinding
motion to put even greater pressure and stimulation directly on
the throbbing clit.

  Hot sexual spasms were rippling through Marla's body.  She felt
every inch of the huge male shaft inside her pussy as it fucked
her slowly, grinding into her clitoris.  He was going to make her
cum.  Oh, he was going to make her explode.  She felt her pussy
and clitoris suddenly erupt in wild orgasmic spasms.  The climax
ripped up and down the fully-packed vaginal channel causing it to
pulse and throb around the huge cock inside.

  Her secretions bubbled up and out of her cunt and then trickled
down her thighs. The huge piston fucking her began to churn her
juices into a white froth.  Squishing sounds filled the room as
the hard piston thrust in and out of her throbbing sex cylinder.
Hot, musky sex aromas filled the air.

  Marla felt the giant shaft being pulled out.  The lips of her
cunt pulled out with it.  The suction created inside the vacated
hole shot intense pleasure through her body.  Finally, the cock
ridge was scrapping her clit as it exited her body.  Juices now
flowed from her empty vagina and down her thighs.

  She waited, her ass arched high, her sex organs still throbbing
in the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Reaching back, she held her
ass cheeks open while she awaited her lover's next thrust. Her
cunt remained empty.  She spread even wider in invitation. Still,
he refused to put back into her.

  "Oh please.  Give it to me!  Fuck me!  Please!  Don't torture
me.  Oh god, fuck me.  Fuck me!", she wailed.  But her pussy
remained empty.  "Damn you!  I need it!  Put it back in me!"

  Jackson didn't keep Ed's wife waiting any longer.  The slick
head of his steel-hard cock pried her open once again and drove
into her depths, pulling her cunt lips and the clit shaft with
it. The mighty cock throbbed in excitement when he heard Marla
moan in sexual heat.  He rammed in seven inches and listened to
her screech with ecstasy.  She was babbling and moaning with
passion and heat as she took the eighth inch into her hole.

  He flexed his penis inside her channel and noted her loud grunt
of pleasure.  Pulling back, he rammed in nine inches.  The head
socked solidly up against the woman's cervix.  Her mouth was
forced open into a gaping hole, the tongue lolled out, eyes
clenched shut as hissing noises burst from her lungs.  Jackson
began fucking her with steady, measured strokes.  Each time, he
pulled six inches of thick penis from her hole, more than her
husband had to give her, then drilled it back into the widely
stretched vagina.

  Marla howled with passion.  She had never felt a cock like
this... hard as a brick.. huge shaft. even larger head.  She
thought it might tear her apart.  She didn't care.  Her pussy was
contracting in repeated spasms of orgasm.  Her clit was being
tortured by the intense pressure of the huge male organ.  The
sensitive clit throbbed and tried to retreat into its protective
hood, but to no avail.  The penile shaft raked it repeatedly,
making it throb in the wild jerking motions of female climax.

  Jackson forced all ten inches inside the woman.  Her womb was
rammed forward to accommodate the huge organ.  His cock now made
loud, sloshing sounds each time it fucked into her depths. 
Churned into a white froth, her juices coated Jackson's cock. 
Marla screamed.  She felt him ramming her cervix on every thrust.
 The huge cock head flexed inside her.  She wailed, saliva
dripping from the corners of her mouth.  The organ was throbbing
inside her like a huge vibrator.  He was pulling it back for
another thrust into her defenseless cunt.  She honked and babbled
incoherently as it thudded back into her hole.  Her orgasms were
now continuous. Shrieks of pleasure erupted.

  Jackson pulled his cock from the woman's cunt and watched as
her juices gushed from the stretched hole.  His own rod throbbed
and pulsed.  He really wanted to ram back into her and cum, but
it was too soon for that.

  Ed's wife offered no resistance when he flipped her over onto
her back.  Slipping between her splayed thighs, he pressed his
mouth to the hard shaft of Marla's clit. Instantly, her legs
locked around his head and she arched her hips high.  The
clitoris exploded inside his mouth as he lashed it with the tip
of his tongue.  The woman lost control of her bladder as wave
after wave of throbbing orgasms flooded her body.

Chapter 4 - Departure

  Ed Cargill was stunned when he saw his wife and Jackson enter
the room.  His overweight, dowdy wife looked positively
delectable. She was still very much overweight, but everything
else had changed.  Her new hairdo was sophisticated and elegant;
her eyes and lips looked full and sensuous with their
professional makeup job and enhanced eyebrows and eyelashes.  Her
clothing and jewelry were that worn by a sexy, erotic woman
rather than a frumpy housewife.  Her tits seemed much larger and
both nipples were hard, erect and visible over the clinging
material of her dress.  Somehow, her waist seemed much smaller. 
The extremely short skirt hugged her like a second skin and ended
at least six inches above her knees.  The fantastic five-inch
pumps she wore made her legs look fantastic.  With all her extra
weight, Marla looked like a fat slut, but a very alluring fat
slut.

  Grayman was also pleased. "Excellent job, Jackson. Excellent.
For a Sow, she's not bad at all.  We'll need to take about 35-40
pounds off of her as quickly as possible, but this is an
excellent start."

  Turning to Ed, he said, "What do you think of your wife now,
Ed?"

  "Fantastic! I can't believe it.  How did you do it?", Ed
stammered.

  Marla flushed with pride and pleasure.  It had been a very long
time since she had seen such an admiring and lustful stare from
her husband.

  "This is nothing compared to way she's going to look a few
months from now.  By this time next year, you're going to think
you're married to Mrs. Universe."  Grayman ran his hands up and
down the length of Marla's legs.  "Much better, don't you agree,
Ed?"

  Ed nodded and watched as Grayman slipped his hands beneath his
wife's short dress and slowly pulled it upward to reveal more of
her thighs.  Ed's cock began to harden when he realized that she
was wearing thigh-high stockings rather than pantyhose.

  Marla raised her hands behind her head and thrust her breasts
forward for her husband's benefit as his eyes roamed over her
body with naked desire.  Grayman's hands moved the skirt higher
until the crotch of her panties came into view.  She opened her
thighs slightly and began a slow grinding motion with her hips. 
Ed's cock grew hard as stone.

  Marla knew the men were all watching her tease her husband and
she loved it.  Grayman pulled the dress higher until it was
around her hips.  Ed saw that she wore a tight corset.  The thin
panties did nothing to conceal the alluring bush of her pubic
hair. Ed couldn't tear his eyes from his wife's cunt and grinding
hips. Grayman lowered the zipper nestled between his wife's tits.
 The skirt was so form-fitting that it easily remained around her
waist with no assistance.  The zipper came down.  The mounds of
her breasts spilled out completely exposing them to the men. 
Grayman stroked the nipples, pinching them until they were
engorged and hard as stone.

  "Do you like my new bra, Honey?" Marla teased.

  Ed's cock was throbbing hard.  He watched Grayman step behind
his wife and press himself into the crease of her ass as he
cupped the swinging breasts.  "I rthink your wife's attitude has
already shown a remarkable improvement. Wouldn't you agree, Ed?"
Ed could only nod, his hand now holding the rigid rod of his
six-inch penis.

  Grayman's hand continued to work on Marla's nipples.  "As I
told you, this is the last time you will be seeing your wife for
a year, but don't worry, she'll be well cared for and safe.  You
will receive reports once or twice each month that will keep you
informed of her progress... her current weight... measurements."

  Marla had her eyes closed and emitted low moans each time
Grayman's fingers flicked over her sensitive nipples.  Her hips
were grinding openly against Grayman's hard shaft.

  "You will also receive a complete report of your wife's sexual
activities.  Will it disturb you to receive such reports?  We can
omit them if you like."

  Grayman's hands were now stroking Marla's cunt.  Ed watched as
she parted her thighs to give him better access.  Grayman
continued, "Will it excite you to hear about other men fucking
your wife, Ed?"

  Ed moaned in his excitement. "Yesssss."

  "Very good. You can look forward to a great deal of pleasure
and excitement from our reports in that case.  Bend forward,
Marla, and spread your legs wider."

  Ed watched his wife obey.  he moved her feet far apart, bent at
the waist, and thrust her ass back against Grayman who now had
his hand inside her panties stroking the naked folds of her
pussy. "Your wife is very wet and open, Ed.  You know that
Jackson fucked her, don't you?  Several times, actually."

  Ed couldn't tear his eyes from Marla's body and the stroking
hand on her cunt.

  "I thought he would", he mumbled.

  "Does it bother you to know that she's had a ten-inch cock in
her?  Does it turn you on to watch me finger-fucking your wife?"

  "Yes. it turns me on.  It bothers me a little, but it's
exciting."

  "Straighten up, Marla, so that Ed can see my fingers sliding in
and out of your hot cunt."

  "Oooohhh.ooohhhhh.ooohhhhhh..do it. do it. Oh yes, Honey. Do it
to me. Ooooohhh. Yes. Yes. Yes!"

  Marla continued to moan and beg as she leaned back against the
man slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her overheated
vagina.  Ed saw Grayman adjust his position behind Marla.  Again
he bent her forward at the waist and positioned his cock at the
opening to her cunt.  Slowly, he pressed his hips forward.

  Marla groaned as the cock penetrated her.  Entering deeply on
the first thrust, Grayman began to fuck Ed's wife with hard
measured strokes while his finger continued to stimulate her
clitoris.  Marla's mouth opened and her tongue flicked rapidly
over her upper lips as she felt the hard cock drilling deeply
into her pussy.  Her hips made rapid fuck motions meeting every
thrust.

  "Ed, I'm going to concentrate fully on fucking your wife now.
But she does need to have her clit stroked while she takes cock.
Come over here and hold your wife's tits and rub her clitoris
while I fuck her."

  Ed thought he would cum in his pants.  In a flash, his hand had
replaced Grayman's.  With his fingers sandwiching her clit shaft,
he could feel every stroke the cock made in his wife's cunt. He
even let his fingers slip backward so that they touched the big
shaft as it moved in and out of the open hole of his wife's
pussy.

  Marla was rapidly approaching orgasm.  Having her husband
masturbate her while another man fucked her was enough, by
itself, to excite her to climax.  She grunted passionately each
time Grayman's cock thudded into the bottom of her vagina.  Her
clit exploded in her husband's fingers into a series of hard,
pulsating spasms.  The mouth of her cunt contracted about the
thrusting piston inside it.  Spastic ripples of pleasure shot up
and down the entire length of her vagina.  Shrieks of rapture
burst from her throat.  Ed's fingers squeezed her jerking clit
shaft.  Her hips arched higher to give Grayman better access to
her throbbing sex pit.

  Ed's fingers felt Grayman's shaft expand even more as it
prepared to unload into his wife's cunt.  He moved faster,
fucking deep and hitting into the female hole with the lust of a
male ready to plant his seed.  Ed felt the cock jerk and throb
each time it plunged inward.  A hard throbbing pulse shot through
the shaft when it ejected the first huge volley of cum into his
wife's waiting hole.

  In an instant, the cock was jerked outward past Ed's fingers
until only the bloated head remaining inside.  Ed felt the cock
ridge, slimy with his wife's secretions.  Then, the shaft slid
past his fingers again as Grayman rammed himself back into
Marla's vagina.  Another spasm convulsed the penis as it
delivered the second gushing jet of semen deep inside his wife's
sucking cunt.

  The third load was shot into Marla while the cock was buried to
hilt.  Grayman again began to fuck in and out of his wife causing
the pooled cum to gush out and soak Ed's hand.  The cock throbbed
several more times, each time firing jets of cum into the
bent-over woman.  Finally, Marla's pussy had drained Grayman of
his sperm.  He slowly removed his still hard cock from her
cum-filled hole.

  Grayman carefully replaced Marla's breasts inside the bodice,
pulled her panties up to stem the flow of cum from her throbbing
vagina and tugged the dress down to cover her ass and pussy.
"Well, as I was saying, it's time for us to leave. I trust you
can find your way back to town."

  Ed followed the group outside and watched as they climbed into
a large, black Cadillac.  His wife allowed her dress to slide
high on her thighs as she climbed into the car.  She smiled at
him, making no effort to pull her dress down.  As the car
disappeared into the darkness of the night,  Ed was left standing
alone in front of the now abandoned warehouse with his steel-hard
cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

  He could resist no longer.  Wildly he tore open his pants and
just barely managed to free his cock before it ejected a monster
stream of cum high into the air.  The first load splattered to
the ground eight feet away, but before it hit, a second volley
was spewing from his tortured, throbbing cock.  Wrapping his hand
about his organ,  Ed began to jack himself off.  Each stroke
brought another furious blast of cum until finally, the last of
his load was running over his hand and dripping from his balls
onto the ground.

  As he stood there in the middle of the road, surrounding by
pools of his own cum and some of Grayman's that had run out of
his wife's pussy, he wondered what lay in store for his wife.

RLM

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