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Chapter 1

            “Come on in Mom, the water feels great.”  My daughter Lindsey had already removed her top and shorts to reveal the scarlet two-piece bikini underneath and was splashing through the shallows at the edge of the lake.

            We’d hiked up to the lake for most of the morning on the third day of our weeklong family camping trip.  It was a kind of farewell trip for my son Justin, who would be leaving for school in a little more than a month.  It’s hard to believe he was already eighteen, I could still clearly remember holding him as a baby.

            “Let me get lunch unpacked first.” I called to Lindsey, who was already up to her hips in the sparkling blue water.

            “I’ve got it honey.  Go enjoy yourself and rest your feet.”  My husband of twenty-three years, Martin, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.  “After all, you went through all the effort of making these sandwiches this morning. The least I can do is prep the rest of the spread.”

            “It’s a mother’s job to look after her family.”  I told him, smiling.  “Then again, it will be much less work once the walking stomach leaves for school.”

            “I heard that.” Justin yelled from where he was sitting on a rock staring into the lake.  “You’ll miss me when you’re stuck alone with my sister.”

            “He has a point.” I told Martin as I undid the buttons on my shirt.  I had on a one-piece silver swimsuit underneath.  As much as I once would have loved to show off my body like my daughter was, I would be turning fifty next year.  Even after taking good care of it, things start to break down after that much time.

            “We’ll have to find a way to convince her to move out too so we can finally have the privacy we’ve lacked the last twenty years.”

            “Let’s see, with us she gets free food, free rent, can mooch all the entertainment she likes…why would she ever leave?”

            “Maybe if we started charging?”

            With a chuckle, I finished changing and made my way down to the water.  As I let it run through my toes I thought Lindsey was right, the water felt great.  We passed another hour by the lake, soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells of nature.  I found a rock that was submerged less than a foot and used it like a seat while I ate my sandwich.  My two children inhaled their food like the young adults they were and went right back to what they were doing before lunch.  For Justin that meant walking around the lake, admiring all the little pools of water at its edges.  For Lindsey, it meant more swimming.  I’d first introduced her to a pool when she was barely old enough to walk and she’d taken to it like a fish.  A wall full of ribbons and a two years as her high school swim team captain attested to this.

            With this in mind, it was startling to see her break the surface and start floundering.  She was yelling something, but it was incoherent due to the way she was flailing in the water.  My maternal instincts went into overdrive and I dove into the water to save my daughter, never mind the fact she was probably a better swimmer than me.  My baby was in danger and that was all that mattered.

            I’d nearly reached Lindsey when I felt something bump against my leg.  It wasn’t the bottom, that was far below. Instead it felt like I’d kicked a fish, but what fish in its right mind would swim up to a human like this?  The answer, it turned out, were the fish surround me and my daughter.  They would bound in, smacking me with their blunt heads, before swimming back out of reach.  I thought there was something strange about them, but it was hard to get a good look at the fish with how fast they were moving.

            One of the next assaults hit me hard enough to rip the bottom of my suit.  I screamed and tried to protect myself while dragging Lindsey back to shore.  She was moaning pitiably, completely out of it.  I wasn’t sure what had come over her until I felt something smash in between my legs and wriggle against my slit.  I tried to cross my legs to keep my attacker out, but that reduced my buoyancy enough that I started to go under.  I was forced to kick my way back above the surface and that was when the attacking fish struck again.

            I let out a spray of bubbles as I felt something crawl up inside me.  I was far from a virgin and had the children to prove it, but this felt bigger than anything or anyone I’d ever taken before.  To make it worse I could feel the fish writhing, trying to climb deeper inside me.

            Against my will I felt myself grow hot and bothered.  This was a violation, yet it was also possibly the most aroused I’d felt in my entire life.  My entire lower torso felt like it was on fire.  I thought it was finally over when my attacker stopped thrashing, but then I felt a different kind of movement.  It was if some part of my insides was shifting around, flowing out of my stomach.  That should be impossible unless…alchemy.  These damn fish had to be some sort of alchemical perversions.  You always heard stories of travelers who went out hiking or camping and were never seen again, or came back twisted into inhuman shapes.  But those were only supposed to be stories.  It might have been like that in the old days, but today?

            My thoughts were interrupted when the pain stopped and the full force of my arousal came back into play.  I reached down, desperate to try and pull my attacker from me, but as soon as my fingers brushed the flesh of whatever was jutting from my body I was hit with the most explosive orgasm of my life.  The little lights in my brain winked out and I sank wordlessly beneath the rippling water.

Chapter 2

            When I woke up, it took me a moment to realize where I was.  When the slow beeps of the monitors and the sickly smell of the cleaners finally penetrated my ears and nose respectively, I realized I was in a hospital.  Why was I here?  Ok, trying to sit up answered that question.  My entire lower torso felt sore on the inside all the way down to my crotch.  It was almost as bad as the time I decided I wanted to be brave and deliver Lindsey without a local.  I’d learned my lesson by the time I had to deliver Justin.

            “Oh thank the stars, you’re awake.”  Martin was suddenly at my side, hugging me dearly.  “It’s been days.”

            Days?  I’d been asleep for days?  “What happened?” I asked, worried.

            “You…don’t remember?”
            I thought back.  I remembered going on a trip to celebrate Justin’s birthday and upcoming departure.  I remembered leaving camp that morning, remembered arriving at the lake…but the part after that was a jumble of confusing images.  “It’s all rather blurry.” I admitted.

            “Let me go get the doctor.  He wanted to talk with you the moment you woke up.  I’ll be right back, I promise.”  Martin rose from my side and left the room.

            Left with nothing to do, I examined the room around me.  That took all of a minute, as it was a rather standard hospital room.  I’d never been one to sit still patiently and wait, something that made me an efficient mother and homemaker, so I tried to sort through my mess of missing memories.  Out of habit I twirled a few strands of my shoulder length hair through my fingers.

            Hang on, my hair used to be dirty blonde.  Even at my age, I’d yet to start going grey.  But somehow, inexplicably, the hair curled around my fingers was silver.  And not old lady silver either.  It was almost…metallic, with light and dark spots that provided the illusion of texture.  It almost reminded me of the skin of a…

            With a jolt, the rubble of my scattered memories snapped back together.  I remembered swimming in the lake, remembering being attacked…I almost tore the bed sheets in my sudden haste.  I had to know, had to see.  The flimsy hospital gown I was wearing was barely long enough to cover my crotch anyway and I ripped aside easily.  When I saw what was growing out of my crotch, I let out an ear piercing scream of terror.

            “Mrs. Vaughan, are you alright?” the doctor asked as he skidded to a halt just inside the door, Martin hot on his heels.

            “Alright?  Alright!” I was heading into full on hysterics now.  “I have a…have a…penis.”

            In truth, it was far more than that.  I’m not saying that if the phallus sticking up between my legs looked normal I would be taking this situation any easier.  Would you, in my position?  The problem was my new penis looked very fish like.  It was covered in silver scales accented with black and white much like my hair.  The silver coloring continued down all the way to my crotch, where it formed a sturdy foundation before the silver scales fell away into the pink of flesh.  The scales also covered…oh damn, I had balls too.  I shouldn’t have been surprised, after all the set tends to go together.  But seeing those fleshy, golf ball sized orbs hanging from my body somehow made things worse.

            And I still wasn’t done explaining all the differences my new member had from a dick that belong to…say my husband.  That was a dick I was very familiar with from long experience.  Martin’s dick didn’t have small fins growing out of the side that waved listlessly, or a similar fin like material running around the base of the glans like a skirt.  It certainly also wasn’t anywhere near as big.  I’d never been a size queen and had been perfectly satisfied with my husband’s average six inches, but the monster now fully erect at my crotch was close to half again as long as what I was used to.

            It was at this point a bag was shoved in front of my face.  I tugged it over my mouth gratefully and tried to bring my hyperventilation under control.  While I did this the doctor checked over the chart at the foot of my bed.  When I felt I was ready, I set the bag aside and Martin gave me a hug for support.  I don’t know how he could touch me with that…thing between my legs.

            “I’m sorry things happened like this Mrs. Vaughan.  We had hoped to break the changes to you gradually, but I was in with another patient when you husband came to fetch me.  Before we go any further I need you to understand that your life isn’t in any danger.  Your changes have stabilized.  So if you can, Mrs. Vaughan, I’d ask you to remain calm while I do a quick examination.  Can you do that Mrs. Vaughan?  Or would you like me to call you Sonia?”

            “Either works.” I replied distractedly.  Then another thought hit me.  “Lindsey.  Is she alright?”

            “She’s safe, Mrs. Vaughan.  However, she was affected in the same manner as you.”

            “You mean…she has…a”

            “Yes, like you she also has a penis.  However, due to the age difference she was spared one of the other severe aspects of the transformation you underwent.”

            “I don’t understand, what aspect?”

            “You look a little different now honey.” Martin told me.  “But not in a bad way.”

            My husband handed over a mirror and I took it gingerly.  I was afraid I now looked like some kind of monster, like the transformees who had to be locked up in zoos for their own safety.  But the face that stared back at me, eyes wide in shock, was my own.  The silver hair framing it was new, but everything else was the same.  And yet…it wasn’t the face I’d seen while brushing my teeth the morning before the incident.  In fact, I hadn’t seen this face for a long time.  It was if I’d suddenly lost ten or fifteen years of facial wear and tear.

            “I…look so young.” I stammered.

            “It’s not just looks, the merging de-aged you about fifteen years by our estimation.”

            “But Lindsey didn’t go through this?” I shuddered at the thought of dealing with my daughter from fifteen years ago.  Lindsey was a holy terror as a small child.

            “She lost a year or two, but she’s young enough it’s hard to tell.  Your daughter woke up yesterday and so far hasn’t exhibited any of the other possible symptoms…” the doctor stopped when he saw the look on my face.  “Perhaps I should start at the beginning.  Do you know what happened to you?”

            “I was…attacked…by some sort of fish.”

            “A cockfish, to be specific.  They’re a regulated alchemically created species, so I suspect you ran afoul of an illegally dumped school of tropical ones.  That happens sometimes when the alchemists worry they’re about to be caught.  They dump their stock and hope they can recover it when the heat dies down.  Unfortunately, the species is rather fragile and normally doesn’t live long in the wild.”

            “You seem to know a lot about this.”

            “I’m a specialist the hospital flew in.  There tend to be only five or so cases of cockfish mergings a year, so I don’t get called on a lot, but I hopped on the first thing smoking once I got the call about your case.  I can…sympathize with your situation.  My wife was also attacked on a camping holiday ten years ago.  It took some adjustment, but today she’s stronger for it.”

            That was surprising.  Up to this point I had been thinking about my change as some sort of life threatening, or at least life altering problem.  But if the doctor’s wife had lived with her fishy genitals for a decade, maybe this wasn’t the end of everything.

            Seeing my acceptance, the doctor continued, “When one of these cockfish encounters a human female, it will attempt to swim up the vagina and merge into place.  The result is, as you saw, a very fishlike penis and hair of a similar color.  These are the immediate changes, with more to follow.”

            “What kind of changes?”

            The doctor shrugged.  “It’s highly variable, entirely depending on the fish.  Those with the same color or produced at the same time tend to gift the same characteristics, but not in all cases.  Due to the low number of incidents a year, it’s hard to develop clear patterns, but here goes.  Infected patients experience everything from masculinization and extreme body hair growth, to the increase of female sexual characteristics and total body hair loss.  Exhibitionism, voyeurism, dominance or submission, extreme libido…it’s a wide range.”

            “So what you’re saying is you have no idea what will happen to me and my daughter.”

            “I’m afraid not.” The doctor admitted.  “All I know is that you should expect further changes in your body and/or demeanor.  But rest assured, we will be stand by to help if there are any complications.”

Chapter 3

            With a sigh, I unlocked the front door and let myself inside.  The last week definitely ranked as the worst in my life.  I was discharged from the hospital after only another overnight for observation, but then I was left picking up the pieces of a devastated lifestyle.

            One of the most onerous things I learned during my stay was the care my new cock required.  Due to its fishy origin, my organ now constantly extruded a slimy lubrication.  Thankfully this didn’t smell, or I would have needed to transform my nose as well.  When left exposed, the slime evaporated just as fast as it was produced.  But when covered, it soaked into everything.  Apart from potentially ruining my underwear, it could also crust as it dried.  As the doctor put it, that could cause serious health complications.

            All in all, this unwelcome part of my change forced me to go around with my cock out unless I wanted painful repercussions.  The doctor told me this was the most difficult change his wife had to adapt to.  Through years of experimentation, they determined I could safely go two hours with my penis covered, maybe three if I used special absorbing pads.  That would be enough for me to go shopping without scandalizing the neighbors, but I would still need to let myself air out at home.

            In fact that was the errand I’d just returned from, getting several outfits tailored to fit my and Lindsey’s new additions.  The doctor was part of a network of professionals who dealt with transformed individuals and he was able to suggest a good tailor.  From a wardrobe perspective, I supposed my change could have been worse.  Walking out of the tailor’s shop I passed a woman with four arms and an equal number of breasts going in the opposite direction.  She was dressed in a pair of cobbled together bikini tops, which was probably the only thing that worked with her new anatomy.

            I put the modified clothes in the wash and went upstairs to talk with my daughter.  Lindsey had taken the change hard.  She barely spoke at meals, which seemed to be the only time she ever left her room.

            Knocking on the door I called, “Lindsey, can you talk?”  Silence.  “Lindsey, I’m coming in.”

            I stepped into the darkened room and saw my daughter curled up on her bed.  It was still strange to see her with bright red hair shot through with purple, the same color as her new penis.  I sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped my daughter in my arms.

            “Mom.” Lindsey’s voice was weak from crying.  “What are we going to do?”

            “The only thing we can do.” I replied.  “Adapt.”

Chapter 4

            As I pulled into the parking lot, I wondered for the hundredth time if this was a good idea.  As supportive as my family was, I found myself needing to talk to someone else.  Someone who could understand what I was going through.  I told this to my doctor over the phone and he suggest I check the listings for local transformed groups.  I thought the last thing I needed was to be around those who voluntarily had themselves changed, but the doctor assured me there were groups for involuntary changes as well.  To my surprise there was one in our town that met the very next night.  Which is how I found myself outside a local community center on a Thursday evening.

            Trying to decide how to dress was another problem.  The meeting was scheduled to last about as long as I could safely cover up, and that wasn’t including driving time.  Should I hide my change and tough it out, or would they understand?  In the end, I had gone with one of my modified skirts.  A heart shaped pattern around the crotch was reinforced with a non-porous material and split with a soft rubber zipper.  If I wanted I could unzip and let myself evaporate normally or I could hide my change under the darker heart pattern.  I’d driven to the meeting with my dick flopped out on one of the half heart sections.  But now that I was here, should I leave it out or tuck it in?

            That decision was pre-empted by a knock on the car window.  I jumped as much as if I’d opened a cereal box and a demon leaped out and went “boo.”  Looking around I had a second fright and banged my knee on the steering wheel.

            The woman who knocked on my window was obviously transformed.  She had four arms and six breasts, reminding me of the woman I saw while getting my clothes fixed.  However, this woman also had a huge segmented tail rising up her back like a scorpion.  Curling the other way was the woman’s hair.  Instead of individual strands, it was more like a string of large black beads squashed together.  It reminded me of a sex toy I used to have back in college.

            “First time coming to a meeting?” she asked, as if we weren’t total strangers in a dimly lit parking lot.  “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.  We did have a woman with a compulsion to suck on things, but she moved away last year.”  The transformee’s smile was meant to be reassuring, but the slender fangs she had instead of incisors made it more menacing.  Combined with the woman’s three purple eyes, it was hard for me to look her in the face.

            Ever since my transformation I was worried about being thought of as a freak.  Yet here was a woman changed so much more than me, treating me as a person.  And instead of thanking her, I was gawking like an idiot.

            “Yes, this is my first meeting.  Seeing you, I must be in the right place.”  I reached for the doorknob and the scorpion woman stepped back to allow me to exit my car.  As I shut and locked the door I realized she had four legs as well.  Apart from the two in the usual location, she had two more growing out facing backward.  They were longer than normal as well, which compensated for the fact they were bent at more of an angle.

            “I’m Scorpia.  I’m glad you found the courage to join our little group.  The burden we bear is lessened the more we share it, at least in my opinion.”

            She held out a hand and I shook it.  “Sonia Vaughan.  I…just needed someone talk to, someone who understands what I’m going through.”

            Scorpia patted me on the shoulder.  “Don’t worry sister, everyone at the meeting tonight has been in your shoes before.”

            Together we left the parking lot and entered the meeting building.  The room inside was fairly empty.  There was a set of chairs arranged in a rough circle, with the occasional large gap.  About a third of these chairs were taken, while several more individuals were standing next to a table against the wall with coffee and pastries.

            But what caught my eye were the people in the room.  A good majority were women…or possibly used to be women.  I don’t know if that was because the fairer sex was more likely to end up transformed, or women needed to talk out their feelings more.

            A woman who appeared to be an anthro golden retriever was talking with a headless woman in a pink sundress.  Beside them sat a normal looking man holding a huge breast with an eyestalk growing out where the nipple would be.  Over by the refreshment table a conjoined couple were discussing last night’s television with a woman whose green skinned face lacked any eyes.

            I should have been uncomfortable in such company.  Two months ago, I’m ashamed to say, I might have run out of the room screaming.  Apparently, it took gaining a penis to give me some perspective.

            Scorpia led me over to the snack table, where a large transformee was laying out another box of pastries.  From the waist down the woman appeared to be some sort of slug, her vagina running from mid chest all the way down to the end of her bulbous body.  Along her sides were rows of fat breasts like a living skirt.  Above the waist the woman was chunky, nay obese.  Just her upper half could have contained two of my entire bodies.  Her breasts alone were almost as big as my torso.

            When she saw me, the woman’s dark skinned face broke out into a wide and friendly smile.  “Scorpia, you brought us another member.  Good, good.”

            I was distracted by the woman’s hair, which was actually a forest of small breasts growing around her head, so my companion got a word in first.  “Delinda, this is Sonia.  I met her in the parking lot and decided to act as an escort.  Sonia, this is Delinda, the leader of this branch of the Hope organization.”

            I managed to pull my mind back to the here and now.  “A pleasure to meet you.” I said, shaking the slug woman’s hand.  My own was completely engulfed in her flabby mitt and I was surprised to find a large amount of muscle underneath the padding.

            “And you as well.  We only infrequently get new members in this branch.  In one way it’s a blessing, as it means less people are ending up in the same circumstances as us.  On the other hand, the lack of change sometimes makes the conversation a little dull.” By the way she said it, I could tell Delinda was joking on this last part.  “How much do you know about what we do here?”

            “Not much.” I admitted.  “I came at the recommendation of the doctor who treated me.”

            “Ah yes, we get a lot of referrals that way.”  Delinda cleared her throat, as if preparing a long practiced speech.  “We at the Hope organization provide comfort and aid to those who have been transformed against their will.  This ranges from a shoulder to cry on, to advice about dealing with unusual appendages, to some deals we have with other groups to provide services necessary to our members’ new ways of life.  Everything we do is fully voluntary and, if you wish, anonymous.  You can participate as much or as little as you choose.  My only request is you treat others with respect.  If you can do that, we welcome you with open arms.”

            For the first time since the accident, I finally felt at peace.  “I’d…like that.”

            Scorpia smiled, once again revealing her fangs.  “Then we better take our seats.”

            The rest of the night flew past in a blur.  I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen, but the Hope meeting progressed more like a social club.  We sat around in a group and swapped stories.  Some told of their successes overcoming the struggles of their condition, others explained problems and sought advice.  Some talked about where their changes came from, while others were painfully shy and spoke little at all.

            Cora, the golden retriever woman, talked about how her runs through the dog park had changed since she was merged with her pet by a demon.  I had some sympathy for her position, as Cora had also gained a dick to go with her eight furry breasts.  It seemed Cora now put out strong canine pheromones and all the female dogs in the park loved to chase her around.  So far nothing too untoward had happened and Cora was unsure how far she wanted to go with her new doggieness.

            Delinda, it turned out, used to be a muscle head named David.  His car had broken down while traveling in the marshes Riverlisch in Grave.  While wading back to town to get help he was attacked by the local wildlife, which is how she ended up with her slug like body.

            Scorpia, who turned out to be Delinda’s assistant for the meeting, told about her most recent changes.  Apparently only the bead hair was from her initial transformation.  Everything else she’d done since then was by her own choice.  At first I thought that would make her wrong for this meeting, but the way Scorpia spoke about it I could see each change was a response to feelings instilled by her first one.  It was if she had some sort of ideal body image in her mind and was slowly working her way toward it.

            This seemed to resonate quite heavily with Melissa and Norman, the breast-creature and her husband.  After her initial accident, she’d slowly been reducing herself down to the ball like creature she now was.  Shortly she planned to get rid of her eye as well and fully merge into some other being.  This led to a round of suggested merging subjects until Delinda pulled the conversation back on track.

            Finally, near the end of the meeting Delinda asked, “Sonia, as this is your first meeting is there anything you’d like to say to the group?”

            I figured that question would come eventually.  At the start of the meeting I planned to share very little, but now I poured out everything.  How I felt about my new body, how I was scared about the reactions of everyone around me, and how I was worried I was going to change more.  The rest of the group was very sympathetic and offered lots of helpful advice.  One aspect came from Scorpia, who suggested time at a local transformed friendly gym to burn off stress and start feeling good about myself again.  With a wink, she also remarked that all the naked, sweaty bodies around me would help me know if my sexuality had changed due to my transformation.

            Norman and Melissa gave me some advice about how to deal with my husband and his reaction to my change.  We hadn’t slept together in the same bed since the accident and he seemed to be working longer hours to spend less time at home.

            “You need to rip off the bandage.” Norman explained.  “You need to show him that despite the changes, you’re still the woman he fell in love with and married.  He’ll come around, trust me.  It was the same with me and Melissa.  I was a bit…thick right after she changed and this method opened my eyes to the reality of our relationship.”

            It felt like far too soon, but eventually the meeting ended.  Scorpia walked me back to my car, securing my promise to return in two weeks for the next meeting.  She also gave me her number, in case I needed help in the meantime.  We chastely kissed goodbye and I left, my mind already swirling with the threads of a plan.
           
Chapter 5

            After a week of planning, the big night came.  The house around me was empty as I changed into a custom made set of lingerie.  Justin was over at a friend’s house for a movie night, while Lindsey was off camping by herself for the weekend. Martin would be home soon; I’d talked with a few of his colleagues at the insurance company to ensure he wouldn’t work late.

            As I slipped the silver bra around my chest I marveled at how the change had youthened my body.  All the sag had disappeared from my breasts, leaving them as high and perky as when I was my daughter’s age.  My stomach was a bit flabbier, but I planned to burn that off at the gym.  I’d already made an appointment with a personal trainer and I would be having sessions three times a week.

            I slid on a pair of stockings, which were Martin’s favorite, and connected the tops to the garter belt around my waist.  I wasn’t wearing any panties and wouldn’t until at least tomorrow.  The whole point of tonight was to get my husband comfortable with what was now between my legs and I couldn’t do that by hiding my penis.

            As the appointed hour arrived I dimmed the lights and lit a row of candles.  I added in a sprinkle of rose petals running from the front door up to the bedroom.  Sure it was cliché, but the classics become classic for a reason.

            I’d no sooner set the basket aside when I heard the front door open below.  “Sonia?” Martin called from below.  “Are you here?”

            “Oh, I’m here.” I yelled back.  “Why don’t you come up to the bedroom and join me?”

            I turned and leaned against the foot of the bed, my back to the doorway. I could hear footsteps climbing the stairs and the creak as the door to the room opened wider.

            I could picture the look on my husband’s face as he took in my sexy body, in a position that told him I was both willing and ready for him.  “Sonia…you look…wow.” Martin said uncertainly.

            “We needed some alone time together.” I told him, still facing away.  “Ever since the accident…I feel we’ve drifted apart.  I aim to fix that tonight.”

            I spun around, presenting my front.  I could see Martin’s eyes travel down my face, linger longingly on my lovely breasts in their satin embrace, before falling toward my crotch.  I could see the conflict behind his eyes as he took in my penis, hard and dripping in anticipation of events to come.

            “Martin, I love you.” I said, pulling his attention back to my face.  “And I hope you still love me.”

            “I do.” He replied without hesitation.  “I just…well…it’s hard to explain…”

            “It’s very simple, actually.” I stepped forward until we were face to face.  “To love me, you have to love every part of me.”  I gently took his hand and brought it forward to rest on my penis.  As far as I knew, this was Martin’s first time handling the member of another person.  Almost unconsciously he started to rub it, his fingers finding my sensitive fins.  Only by a feat of intense concentration I managed not to cum on the spot.

            “We might not be able to come together the way we used to, but I see that as an excuse to try new things.”  With that I knelt between my husband’s legs and undid the zipper of his pants.  I extracted his penis lovingly, reciprocating the caresses he’d given mine a moment before.  As Martin’s breathing became shallower I gave the glans a few licks before popping the dick completely into my mouth.  Scorpia had given me some excellent blowjob tips and less than a minute later I was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy goo.  I swallowed it all down, in keeping with my new persona.

            Standing, I gave my husband a grin as I licked the remains of his cum from my teeth.  "Well, did you like it?"

            "That was….amazing." Martin stammered, still coming down from his orgasm.  "You've never…done anything like that…before."

            "The operative word in that sentence is before."  I took my husband by the hand and guided him over to the bed.  "Like it or not, our old way of having sex is out.  I don't have a pussy anymore, so I have to made do with other parts of my body."  I licked my lips before turning around and grinding my butt against his crotch.

            "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" he joked.

            That hit me like a slap to the face.  Most women would love to look over a decade younger, but it took a chunk out of my self image.  Almost as big of one as losing my feminine treasure for a symbol of masculinity.

            Seeing the downcast look on my cast, Martin struggled to recover.  "Sonia, honey, I didn't mean it like that.  It's just…well…when was the last time we did something like this?"

            "The blowjob, or the sexy night in general?"

            "Either?  Both?  To be honest, I don't think I've seen this much passion out of you since we first started dating all those years ago.  It's making this situation very confusing. But I do love you and will do whatever it takes to prove it to you."

            "Really?  Even pleasuring me the same way I just pleasured you?"

            "I…" Martin shook his head.  "Honestly, I don't think I could do it.  Not sticking my face in your crotch."  As I looked away I almost missed the sudden sparkle in Martin's eyes.  "Do you remember Jimmy, my friend from around when we started dating?"

            I thought back, that had been a long time ago.  "Skinny guy, dark hair.  Liked really butch girlfriends.  One time we got drunk at a party and he told us about how they would…"  I stopped, realizing what my husband was suggesting.  "You're not willing to give me a blowjob, but you're willing to try pegging?"

            "Is it really pegging when your dick is real?" I shrugged, something to ask the Hope group next week.  "Either way, yes.  This is a way I could pleasure you without…having to see it."

            "Martin, part of this whole exercise is to…"

            "Get me used to the fact you have a cock.  Yes, I realize that.  But you have to realize this is an adjustment for me to.  How many people do you know who have bigger cocks than their husbands?"

            "Well there are the Jennings down the street, you know the fashionable gay couple with the bakery.  By logic one of them has to be bigger than the other.  Then there are the women of Jizza, you must have heard about them, and…hmm…who else..."

            "That was meant to be rhetorical." Martin groaned as he unbuttoned his shirt.  I could tell he was smiling though.  "Do I need to shake my butt in your direction to get you back on track?"

            "No, but it wouldn't hurt."

            A moment later Marin was naked.  He kept staring between my dick and my face as if wondering what would happen next.  I took pity on him and gave Martin some directions.  "Crawl up on the bed here honey.  That's it, there we go.  You're so brave for doing this for me."

            "If Jimmy was to be believed, I'll be getting something out of it as well."

            Even though I was almost dripping on the carpet by this point, I still paused to add another coating of lube to my dick.  This was Martin's first time after all and I wanted to be as gentle as possible. 

            "Ready lover?" I asked, positioning the tip of my dick at his rear passage.  Martin was on his knees, his face resting on a pillow, giving me a perfect target.

            "As I'll ever be."

            "Then hang onto something, as I'm about to give you the ride of your life."

            With a minimal amount of effort, I slipped my tip into my husband's ass.  He howled in what I thought was pain and I instantly pulled back out.  Was I too big, had I accidentally hurt him?  "Martin, are you alright?"

            My husband lifted his head from a pillow.  "That was…intense.  A bit uncomfortable, but not terribly.  Can you try again?"

            I lined back up and slowly pressed in again.  "How about now?  Any pain?"

            "No, just fullness."

            With slow strokes, I pressed deeper and deeper into my husband.  After a few minutes of this I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.  "How does it feel to be filled with your wife's cock all the way to the hilt?"

            Martin shuddered beneath me and for a moment I thought he might have cum from my words alone.  Instead he begged, "Please, fuck me faster."

            Who was I to deny that request?  I gradually increased my speed until I was pounding in and out of Martin's ass like a wild woman.  My husband had buried his face in the pillow to try and muffle his loud moans, which were only driving me to new heights of pleasure.  I held on as long as possible to prolong the sensation before finally allowing myself to fall over the brink.

            Since gaining my penis, I've orgasmed a few times.  Most were the doctors checking my new equipment to ensure everything functioned properly.  Others were fumbled experimentations.  But none of them held a candle to the orgasm I had while buried deep inside my husband.  I bucked back and forth, milking every last drop of pleasure I could while filling Martin's ass with what felt like a quart of cum.  This set off his own orgasm and he cried out loud enough I worried about the neighbors investigating.

            I pulled out, rolled Martin over, and kissed him passionately as we slowly drifted back from the haze of orgasm.  We pressed our cocks together and he groped my breasts while I held his head to mine.  After what felt like an hour, I rolled off him, exhausted.

            "Wow." was all Martin could say.

            "Wow." I repeated, breathing heavily from all my exertions.

            We lay there in silence for another minute before Martin tentatively asked, "Can we do that again sometime?"

            "Oh, I don't know." I replied, mustering the effort to roll back onto my husband's chest.  "I think you can convince me."

Chapter 6

            I might have done too good a job that night, as Martin seemingly became addicted to our anal adventures.  Almost every other night afterward would end with us collapsing together in bed, my dick up his ass.  We tried it the other way, with Martin fucking me, but we both agreed the first way was better.  I hadn't needed to give Martin a blowjob since and with the way things were going I didn't bother trying to get him to give me one.

            Of course, we weren't alone in the house like we were back when we first got married.  Martin turned out to be a screamer, which made it hard to hide our activities.  This made things somewhat awkward with the kids, after all can you think of a topic a young adult would like to talk about less than their parents’ sex life?  Justin's solution was to try and get advance warning so he could overnight with a friend.  Lindsey simply invested in a very large and very expensive pair of noise canceling headphones.  I might have chipped in for half out of guilt.

            At least my daughter was finally starting to come out of her shell.  I took her to one of the Hope meetings, but Lindsey didn't fit in well with the group.  Most of them were older and while they were friendly, she didn't seem to bond as well as I did.  By the end of the night Scorpia suggested an alternative group, one that was made of up transformation enthusiasts closer to Lindsey's age.

            I wanted to come to the first meeting with her, but Lindsey made the point that she couldn't break into a group of friends with her mother looking over her shoulder.  I reluctantly agreed, then spent the entire time waiting by the phone in case I got a tearful call.  To my relief, when Lindsey returned she was actually smiling.  Smiling, something she hadn't done since the accident.  We talked about it afterward and she had a great time.  Suddenly her change didn't seem like such a burden.

            Time passed and soon Justin was off for college.  Martin and I took a cross province airship with him, while Lindsey stayed back to watch the house.  I think she wanted to come too, but she was starting class the same week.  We were both beginning to accept our new situations, which made me feel safe in leaving her alone.  As for me, I had my cock out the whole trip and didn't feel uncomfortable once.  If anyone looked at me strangely, I told them I had a medical condition.  That seemed to satisfy everyone.  After all, it was a very small change.  Are you going to complain about a woman showing off her modest dick, when there's another woman who's a dick from the hips up walking down the street in the other direction?

            Guedderath was much more open about transformations than back in Edori.  Maybe that was part of college experimentation.  Try some alcohol, sleep with another woman, grow two breasts on of the side of you head, etc.  I went to a parents’ mixer and had a great time with several other transformed mothers.  One was the cockwoman from my previous example, another a walking slab of muscle that hailed from Jizza.  I spent a good twenty minutes discussing workout routines with her and she gave me some very useful advice.

            Once we got Justin good and settled (and extremely ready to be rid of us), Martin and I flew home.  We stopped for two days along the way at an isolated cabin in Merloin province, where we had a kind of second honeymoon.  Needless to say, my husband had a hard time sitting the rest of the ride back.

            Scorpia and I had a laugh over that at our next lunch.  As she worked mostly nights (though without explaining the details of her job), we would often meet for lunch and go shopping or visit the local museums and tourists’ attractions.  I'd lived in this town for over twenty years and it was amazing how much there was I hadn't seen before.

            A beeping from my watch brought me back to the present.  I was in one of the gym showers, steaming away the stress from another workout.  In two months I had developed a fine sheet of muscle and if I kept this up, my trainer suggested entering the body builder contest in a few month's time.  But I couldn't think about that, now I had to get dressed to meet Scorpia for lunch.

            I was halfway through pulling on my pants when my phone rang.  I almost tripped trying to reach for it before pulling my trousers up all the way.  Just before it would have gone to voicemail I hit the button and said, "Good afternoon, this is Sonia Vaughan."

            "Sonia, it's Scorpia."

            "Oh, hey.  I was just on my way out of the gym to meet you."

            "It's a good thing I caught you before you left then.  I'm sorry to say I have a client who wants an immediate meeting.  Can we reschedule for tomorrow?"

            "Sure, see you then."

            I hung up a tad disappointed, but I rationalized that tomorrow was just as good as today.  Martin would be at work and Lindsey at class, so I would have the house to myself for a few hours.  A nap sounded nice, followed by some cleaning I really needed to get done.  And then there were those new art supplies.  I hadn't done any painting since the accident, but I felt it was time I started again.  Partly to improve my feelings of self worth, and partly to pay for all the new clothes Lindsey was buying.

            Honestly, I needed to have a talk with that girl.  All her new outfits were far too revealing.  My mother would have a stroke if she saw what her granddaughter was striding around in.

            I pulled up out front of the house and got out of the car.  To my surprise, when I went to key the front door I found it already unlocked.  Odd.  I stood in the doorway and listened.  I could hear sound from upstairs.  Had someone else come home early or was it a burglar?  Only one way to find out.  I dropped my bag and crept up the stairs.

            The noises seemed to emanate from Lindsey's room.  There was definitely a person in there, maybe two, but the noises were dampened by the closed door and the sound deadening insulation we'd put in the walls last month.  I put one hand on the door handle, took a deep breath to center myself, and pushed it open; ready for whoever was on the other side.

            Or, at least I thought I was.  It wasn't a burglar, it was Lindsey, and she wasn't alone.  She was currently standing by the edge of the bed, naked as the day she was born, and plunging in and out of a woman who was screaming her head off.

            "Oh yea, that's it!  Harder!  Faster!  Just a bit more…YEEEESSSSS!"

            Lindsey cried out as she came as well, slumping a bit in relief as she sagged into her partner.

            "Not bad, I give it four out of five stars.  You need to work on your
orgasm scream dear."

            Lindsey spun around, her face candy apple red.  In a voice evenly split between anger and embarrassment she yelled, "MOM!"

            "You know dear, if you wanted some private time alone with your friend, you could have just asked.  You didn't need to try and sneak around behind my back."  I walked closer to the bed to get a better view of the woman laying there.  She looked very similar to Lindsey, close enough to be a sister, but she lacked my daughter's bright red attributes.

            "You have excellent taste dear, she's very pretty.  Is she a fellow student?"

            "Mom!"

            "Ok fine, I'll go wait downstairs for you two to make yourselves presentable again.  We will be having a talk before she goes home."  I was nearly as the door when I had a thought.  "If you're here, then why didn't I see your car out front Lindsey?"

            "We took my car, Mrs. Vaughan." my daughter's lover said sheepishly.  "It's the blue one there on the street."

            "I'll keep than in mind for next time."  With that I stepped out of the room and shut the door.

            Five minutes later, just as I finished making a pot of hot cocoa, the girls came downstairs.  Thankfully they were both fully dressed, even if Lindsey's jeans were cut to reveal her penis.

            "Have a seat girls."  I called from the kitchen.  I carried the pot and three glasses out into the family room, where the two women sat together on the couch.

            I poured a glass and handed it to the unknown woman.  "Thanks Mrs. Vaughan." She gently blew steam off the top.

            "You're very welcome dear.  Can I get your name?"

            "Lindsey, Ma'am."

            "Really?  That must make things confusing when you're hanging out together.  Well then, tell me Lindsey, what are your intentions toward my daughter."  I said this in the stern voice of a father cleaning his shotgun while his daughter's date waits.

            "Mom!" my Lindsey cried again, while her lover looked at me like a deer in the headlights.

            I couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.  "Oh you two should see the looks on your faces.  If I only had a camera."  They both stared at me blankly until I managed to rein in my laughter.  "Ok, on a more serious note…Lindsey…my Lindsey, I'm very disappointed in you."  My daughter opened her mouth to argue but I held up a hand to forestall her.  "How could you choose to date such a nice and polite young woman without introducing her to the family?"

            "I…what?" Lindsey stammered.  "You mean…you're not made about…upstairs?"

            "Mad…no.  Disappointed…yes.  You're a young woman who has received an excellent education, so you know how to take the proper precautions.  Remember, I used to be young like you, so I understand the natural urges when two people with chemistry come together.  I just wish you would have come to me first."

            "So let me get this straight.  You're angrier about me not telling you about Lindsey than the fact we were having sex upstairs?"

            "In a nutshell, yes."  The room grew quiet as the two young women tried to process this.  After a minute I gave them another push.  "On the topic of new things, I happened to notice something else when I walked in on you upstairs.  Since when have you had that tattoo?"

            My daughter blanched.  Her lover fielded the question.  "It's my fault Mrs. Vaughan.  We saw the art in the window of the parlor when we went for a walk after the movie.  I broached the idea that it would be fun to get matching tattoos and…well…I take full responsibility.  I'm sorry."

            "I'm not chastising you dear.  I was just curious.  The quality looks exquisite and it's a good match for both skin tone and hair color.  If you'd asked my advice I would have suggested starting in a different location so it wouldn't look like a tramp stamp, but you're both adult women who can do what they please as long as it's done safely.  Next time, please let me know when you plan to go."

            "So you can talk me out of it?' my daughter asked.

            I snorted.  "As if I could talk you out of anything after the age of six.  I never discovered how you father dissuaded you from that pony you wanted."  Lindsey muttered something I couldn't quite hear, but I'm pretty sure the word dung was mentioned.  "No, I want you to tell me so I can come with you."

            "To supervise?"

            "No, to get one of my own."

            "Seriously?"

            "Seriously.  I'd like a better look at yours later, but as I said before the artist does exquisite work.  I've always wanted to get a tattoo."  My daughter looked like this concept was breaking her brain.

            "Now Lindsey dear." I addressed my daughter's lover.  "You'll be staying for dinner tonight and at least one night a week as long as you choose to continue to date my daughter.  If there's a chance you'll end up a part of this family, you need to spent time with the family.  Now, as we have a few hours until my husband comes home, why don't you two tell me how you met…"