Sharon has been upstairs for quite a while now, and Jim is getting bored. "God, I wish she'd just stop whatever it is she's doing already," he murmured to himself. At the same time, he was wondering if turning her into silly putty was such a good idea.
There's an old saying about being careful what you wish for. Equally important is HOW onse wishes for it.
Because Jim was unspecific as to WHAT he wanted Sharon to stop doing, the power released used his desires as a template. Consequently, Sharn sudddenly found herself flesh and bone - as a titapede.
It took a while for this to register, as Sharon was currently rubbing her multi-titted body over every surface, loving the feel of twenty-five pairs of tits being stimulated at once. In fact, she didn't find out until she tried to grow some more tits on her back and failed.
Her reaction was predictable.
*Sharon goes looking for Jim.
"49, 50...," silly putty Sharon finished counting and licking all of the sets of large breasts which made up her long titapede body with her long togue, "Oh, this is so much fun- let's make some more!" She concentrated some more-
and nothing happened.
"What the hell?" Sharon said, twisting around. She tried concentrating again- still nothing! She was starting to panic a little, as it dawned on her that her body was no longer shiny pink silly putty, but had returned to her naturally tanned toned skin coloration. Natural, that is, if you discounted that fact that she was now little more than a long line of 25 pairs of tits with her normal head at one end, and her pussy at the other. What could have caused her to be turned from living silly putty and back into flesh and blood... JIM! Jim must have wished this!
"Oh, crap! Crap, crap, crap!" Sharon cried as she came down from the orgasmic high she had been having as a silly putty girl. She was still turned on as she moved around on her sensitive inch-long nipples of her titapede body, but this form had its drawbacks- namely, no hands or feet! She reared up like a snake ready to strike, as she moved towards the door. Curiously, the more she moved, the easier it was. She looked down and saw her multiple mammories were lactating as she inched along, lubricating the way for her- too fast! She bumped the door, and it swung shut.
"Shit!" Sharon fumed. She could yell for Jim- but no, it was better for him to see what his irresponsible wishing had done this time on her own terms. She tried using her breasts to open the door, but they kept on lactating. She was about to give up, when an idea hit her. She had made her tongue long and retractable, so... She stuck out her three foot long tongue and wrapped it around the doorknob. Yes, it worked! She was able to open the door, and she went out, and cautiously inched down the stairs in search of Jim. She found the television on, and heard sounds in the kitchen.
"Oh, Jim?" Sharon cried as pleasantly as possible, all things considered as she reared back up, "You wouldn't have been wishing again, would you?"
"Well, yeah," Jim replied, as she heard him walking out of the kitchen, " I mean, you're getting out of control with that silly putty body of yours and... Holy!!!" Jim dropped the chips and soda he was carrying as he caught sight of his girlfriend, reared up and looking annoyed. It was the weirdest sight Jim had seen, and since he surfed the web a lot, he had seen a lot of weird things indeed!
It was also weirdly erotic, as Sharon swayed, cobra-like with her multiple breasts making up her serpent-like body.
"So I take it this is what you had in mind?" Sharon asked.
"Wha? Yes... I mean no! I mean, what did you do to yourself!?" Jim said amazed at the sight.
"I was happily playing around with my silly putty body," Sharon sighed, "and bam! You took my silly putty powers away! Now I'm stuck as a titapede!"
"A titapede?" Jim repeated. Great, she would have to invent a name for the shape she was in. And what a shape it was! Jim contemplated what they could do now...
"Yes, a titpede! Okay, so it was silly. What did you expect after turning me into silly putty," Sharon said, draping her body over the nearby chair," What are we going to do now?"
"I know..." Jim said, and...
*Jim wishes himself into something more compatable with Sharon's titapede body
- "If you're enjoying this as a titapede,"Jim said as he climbed back onto Sharon's multi-breasted body, " Maybe I should try it too."
"Oh?" Sharon said coyly, "You want to see what its like to have all these boobies making up your body?"
"No," Jim said, kissing her," I want to see what its like to be a dickapede." Sharon gasped as Jim suddenly changed from your average well-built guy into a - well as he said, a dickapede! His body lengthened into a long penis-like shape as his arms and legs vanished. Multiple foot-long pricks and their nut-bags sprouted from his sides, loosely flapping down and slapping her long lines of boobies. Sharon could just see a larger tail-like prick appear from where his body ended near her pussy. From a distance, they appeared all the world like two giant skin-colored caterpillars with human heads making out, only her body was made out of tits and his was lined with pricks.
"Oh, wow!" Sharon managed. She had never expected this to happen as Jim grinned down at her, "You know, unless you have a real hard-on, you're going to have a harder time getting around than me."
"Who said I was going anywhere?" Jim said as he snuggled up to Sharon's multiple mammories, and began to get a hard-on in all his pricks. Sharon gasped as he drove his tail-prick into her wet pussy, while simultaneously tit-fucking between every one of her breasts as his nut-sacks massaged her stiff nipples. Jim couldn't believe how pleasuable the experience was either, as they came and came multiple times, Sharon's breasts squirting milk while Jim's pricks spewed his nut-butter. Their minds both shut down as their orgasms took them to a new levels of estacy.
Slowly, the world came back into focus, as the afterglow slowly faded. Jim and Sharon had fallen off the couch in the heat of their intercourse, and were covered in their love-juices.
"Oh, that was indescribeable," Sharon groaned as she licked Jim's ear.
"What you said. Woof!" Jim replied.
*Uh-Oh, if they look like endowed caterpillars, is that a cocoon forming from their love-juices?
"Now what, lover?" Sharon asked as she laid on Jim. Both were exausted from their unusual love-fest as a titapede and dickapede.
"You'll see, you'll see," Jim said with a grin as the sky outside the window began to lighten.
"We've been screwing all night- what about some breakfast?" Sharon said as she tried to rise her titapede body up like a cobra. Something held her back, "Jim- I- I can't move," She said, feeling a little paniced.
"Well, that could be because after having incredible sex like that, titapedes and dickapedes make a cocoon. Sharon glanced behind her to see that the love-juices covering their bodies were starting to harden into a thick shell. It was already half-way up their long bodies and was growing at an alarming rate.
"Jim, what are you doing to us now?" Sharon said loudly - a little panic edged her voice as she pressed down on Jim.
"Like I said, you'll see." Jim said cyrptically. Sharon would have protested more, but the shell covered up her face, sealing them into the cocoon together like two peas in a pod. Slowly, they both went to sleep as the sun shone in on their hardened form.
Some time later, the cocoon cracked open and out came...
*Jim and Sharon emerge as hermaphrodites (with the best of both genders)
Sharon woke first and at first had a hard time understanding where she was. Her eyes stuck together, as if with a thick rime of sleep, and something held her body in place. She stretched and could feel something breaking like a brittle crust of sand. She rubbed her eyes clear with her fists and blinked them open. Filtered sunlight came in through the surface of the cocoon, and Sharon remembered the strange events of the previous day.
She turned around, facing away from Jim so as not to wake him, and scratched at the cocoon. The outer shell was stronger than the internal matrix, so it took more effort than freeing herself inside, but she managed to open a hole big enough to crawl through. She could not help but make the analogy to a butterfly as she squinted her eyes to shield from them from the light and tugged her breasts and then her hips, the broadest parts of her body, through the aperture.
Her muscles felt watery, and it took a few stumbles to make her feet. She then realized that while she was a biped again, she wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination.
Her breasts were two large hemispheres on her chest. She wrapped her arms across them: they gave a pleasant tingle, and her hands just reached the crooks of her elbows. She ran her hands down below them, getting more nice twinges, and discovered that they didn't sag at all. However, they were still pliable and swayed when she walked.
As she stepped, she felt something else swing behind her. She looked over her should and gasped: she had a tail extending from the base of her spine, brushing the cleft in her buttocks and extending up again in an arc. She didn't know quite how to work the muscles to control it yet, but after a few false starts, she swung it over to her hands. It too was sensitive in an erotic way, she noted. Judging by the underlying musculature, it was prehensile, but the skin covering it was soft. She pulled the end closer and gasped again as she realized the tip resembled the head of a penis, complete with foreskin. Then she touched it, and realized it was a penis, complete in every detail. Her penis.
She had a thought and darted her hand between her legs. While her breasts blocked the view, her hand did not lie: there was something hanging between her legs. A few trembling strokes and her suspicions were confirmed, as her new penis began to stiffen. It had replaced her clitoris, but not her vagina, which seemed to be intact.
She took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom to inspect herself. She got a closer look at all the changes she had noticed, and a few more beside. Her body was more muscular, but sleekly, leaving her feminine contours undisturbed. She noticed in particular that her lower back was a solid wall of muscle, probably to support her breasts. She was hairless except for her head and a short soft patch of fuzz around her genitals. She leaned in and inspected her skin: all the blemishes seemed to have been removed, and that tilt to her nose straightened. Her buttocks were rounder and all her cellulite had vanished. Her face was a little sharper, a little more angular and masculine, but the subtle skeletal shifts enhanced, not detracted, from her attractiveness. Except for the grosser physical changes, she looked as she had before, but more perfect in every way. Her sense of touch all over her body had heightened, but the effect concentrated in erogeneous zones, her breasts, her tail, her labial lips, her penis, her entire face. She began to feel libidinous. She looked out at Jim: he was still asleep in the cocoon, so she decided not to bother him.
She went back to the bed and laid down, relishing the feel of the sheets on her skin. With the changes, she didn't quite know how to start to masturbate. She settled for touching her new penis as she would have her clitoris. She soon found that her penis was not as delicate or painfully sensitive as her clitoris, so she handled it with more roughness. As one hand stroked her shaft, she let her other switch between tweaking her nipples, thrusting into her vagina, and even testing her anus. She discovered that running a finger up her rectum felt much better than she remembered during her occasional episodes of anal sex. Her arousal was different: the female glow, the flush of blood that seemed to pour through her entire groin, was still there, but there was also a concentration and a knot in her new penis, as well as the tip of her tail. When she came, she screamed in ecstasy, her body spasming.
When her breathing slowed and the aftershocks died down, she brushed sweaty hair off her forehead. The linked male and female orgasms had synergized. She'd never imagined sex could feel so good. She opened her eyes and noticed a trail of white splotches down her abdomen. She dipped a finger in it and tasted: semen, or at least seminal fluid, since she had no obvious testicles to produce sperm. She saw that she had also stained the bedsheets where her tail had laid. She closed her eyes again, exhausted from the sex and the changes.
Sharon awakened confused for the second time that day. She felt a light touch on her face and mumbled, "Whuh?" She opened her eyes and saw Jim's lips on her nose.
"I take it you like your new body?"
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Jim was naked like she was, leaning over the side of the bed. He, too, had changed. His body looked like hers, tail-penis, breasts, musculature, hairlessness, the whole nine yards. His face had softened and feminized, changed into a state intermediate between handsome and beautiful that made her heart flutter. She noticed one other difference: while he had a vagina now, it was above his penis rather than below, and his penis had shifted down.
"Do you see me complaining?" Her eyes were a little moist from the swelling of affection she felt for him.
"I take it you did some exploration of your body while I was still sleeping. Would you like to explore mine?"
She answered him with a kiss, finding that her tongue and lips had grown in sensitivity. Her breasts quivered against his as she pressed into him. They ran their hands up to each others' faces and she shivered with the pleasure of his touch.
She moved down first, tracing the unfamiliar curves of her lover's breasts. Sharon, while she had appreciated her own breasts in some respects, had never understood what men saw in them. However, as she felt the flesh dimple beneath her touch, the nipples harden in response to her fingers, she began to apprehend: they were so much fun to play with and even just to watch. She was mesmerized by their shifting in response to her hands and the motions of Jim's body.
She came out of her trance when Jim ran his hands down her back to cup her ass. Now that they were both sitting on the bed, she noticed that either she'd grown or he'd shrunk, because they were now the same height; probably some of both, she decided. He teased her cock, drawing his fingers along the sides. She moaned, then laid back in response to his gentle press on her shoulders. She felt his lips and wet mouth close around her and sighed as her received her first blow job. Meanwhile, he ran his fingers into her vagina and stroked her nipples, while she manipulated her other breast and massaged her tail. She cried, "I'm coming!" but he didn't move back, taking her spume into his mouth.
After she recovered some composure, she stretched and swung forward. "You didn't need to do that . . . I don't have the masculine urge to try to force it down your throat."
"I wanted to." He leaned forward, crushing his breasts against hers, and kissed her, sharing saliva and a few sticky strands of semen.
"Let me do the same for you," she begged.
She laid back on the bed as he turned, bringing his genitals in range of her tongue. She teased him, laughing, licking along his shaft and then dipping her tongue into vagina. When she settled down to sucking, she ran a finger into his vagina and discovered it was tight, virginal. She ran up a little further and found a hymen. He gasped, "Please don't break it yet. I want your cock . . ." She eased off and then got another idea. She took her other hand and nudged at his anus. He loosened to allow her to slide in, and she began working her fingers back in forth in rhythm. She was a little surprised when she felt a wet tongue slide over own genitals again, but relaxed to enjoy the glow and the stiffening of her penis.
She could do no less for Jim than he had done for her, so she ignored his warning when it came and swallowed the spurts of salty fluid. He rolled next to her and turned around, and they savored a sideways kiss. "Let me pause for a few minutes . . . I want us both to enjoy what comes next."
She flipped onto her side and ran her hand over her lover's body, relishing the way his soft curves concealed the underlying muscles. "Did you make some mental changes too?" she asked with a slight edge.
"Maybe a few."
A pulse of irritation passed through her, but then she thought about how wonderful her day had been, how light her mood, and giggled. "It's ok. I forgive you."
Sharon was content to stay that way awhile, her penis half-erect against Jim's thigh, her hand tracing squiggles over his breasts, her face darting in to kiss his. Gradually, though, she felt her desire rising again, and she began to move with more urgency. He laughed when she started to dry hump his leg. "Ok, you get to be on top for once," he said.
She crouched over him, amused that their breasts provided a extra support. He chuckled. "Slow down, I'm not up yet, and getting into position is going to be tricky enough." She pecked him on the lips, then reached down and started rubbing. It didn't take long for Jim to rise to readiness.
The reason, of course, that Jim's penis was set below his vagina, while hers was above, was so they would fit together. As Sharon gingerly lowered herself onto Jim, she found that all the geometry worked right, angles and shafts and passages sliding together with ease. She sighed, then took in and released breath several more times, basking in the wet tightness gripping her and the warm thickness filling her.
Mindful that this was Jim's first time, in a sense, she asked, "Are you ready?" He nodded. She bore down, feeling the resistance, then a sudden easing.
Jim winced. "That hurt . . . be gentle."
In silent assent, Sharon began thrusting, watching his face for signs of pain. Whenever he blanched, she slowed down and tried to avoid putting pressure on the sensitive tissues.
After a few minutes, Jim asked, "Can you pull out for a moment? I want to try something." She obeyed, and then felt Jim's tail plunge into her vagina. "Lubrication." Then he slipped his tail behind her, and she felt it pressing against her anus. She relaxed, letting it into her. "Now you do the same." She did, taking several attempts to first wet her tail, then several more to work her way in. "Now let's try this again."
The stimulation provided from both giving and receiving in the additional orifice seemed to take Jim past his barrier, and soon they were caught up in a synchronized rhythm of thrusting accompanied by moans and gasps of pleasure. They kissed frantically, stabbing at each mouths. Jim ran his hands through Sharon's hair, across her back, down their pancaked breast flesh. Sharon exerted all her willpower to keep her climax in check, until she felt Jim clutch her. She released, drinking in the sensations of having two holes filled while filling two more.
A few minutes later, Sharon rolled off Jim. "That . . . was . . . exquisite." He kissed her hair. After a moment, she said, "But . . . I don't think I can do that again for awhile."
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