Chapter 2 - Cumanji, Chapter 2

 
Eric lay in darkness, terrified at his total paralysis and not knowing where he was.  Even worse, his body - from the weight on his chest to the strange tingling between his legs - felt completely wrong.  He tried struggling, shifting - even the barest movement, but though his brain was sending the signals, his body had no reaction at all.  Quickly after that he tried calling, then screaming, then sobbing for help - to a similar effect.
	Most terrfyingly, he wasn't breathing.
	Was he dead?
	He didn't think he could be dead.  He still had some sensation, including the horrifying passage of time.  He wasn't sure how long he'd been like this - could have been a minute though it felt much, much longer.  He was pretty sure he was on his side, in an odd curled position, and he felt something pressing against his skin around him.  There was also a smell that was...faintly chemical and oddly familiar.  He also heard muffled sounds from somewhere around him, so he at least knew he wasn't deaf, but...
	He tensed up (internally, with still no reaction from his body) as the sounds came closer and resolved into muffled voices.  He could just...almost...make out-
	"...finally got here!"
	"Just in time man - party starts in a few minutes?"
	"Let's get it set up!"
	Eric tried to scream again - with absolutely no result -  at the two male voices, clearly close though still muffled.  Then he sobbed inside in relief as his dark prison shook - a little at first, and then...suddenly there was a crack of light and then bright whiteness.  He wanted to blink against the sudden brightness, but of course his open eyes were just as frozen as the rest of him.
	"Holy shit..." 
	"I know, right?  Let's get it out - here, you lift and I'll pull the packaging off."
	Lift?  Packaging?  What-
	If Eric could have yelped in shock, he would have at the sudden sensations that hit him.  First there was the warm touch of hands on him (weirdly and disturbingly pleasant), sort of pulling at him and then he slid upwards.  For a moment he was stunned as his head dangled down and he saw what had clearly been where he'd been a moment before, and also placed the strange smell. 
	Beneath him was a styrofoam container inside a larger box, with a cavity distinctly human-shaped like a human curled into a fetal position.  Though it looked awfully small to-
	His further thoughts were cut off as his world view shifted rapidly - the hands moving over his body.  He was being...lifted!  The guy who was carrying him had to be huge!  And incredibly strong!  And-
	He was plopped down onto his feet, and suddenly found himself standing on rough carpet, staring at the bottom of the chest of his obviously massive kidnapper.  After a moment, a second similarly huge figure stepped into his peripheral vision.
	His relief at being able to see and having been removed from wherever he'd been trapped was suddenly replaced by fear - who were this massive guys?  They had to be seven feet tall!  Where-
	"Jesus - look at it!"
	"Yeah - you've never seen anything that hot, I'll bet."
	"You either, dude!"
	"Well...that's true."
	"Here, let's get this stuff first..."
	Hot?  Were they talking about *him*?  Oh god, had he been taken by some sort of weird sex cult or something?  He remembered the game, the whole weird thing with Kim (he tried to put it out of his mind...especially how turned on he'd gotte while she'd...), but - had that been a weird dream maybe?   Had he been drugged?  Kidnapped?  That seemed far more plausible.  
	With a chuckle the one in front stepped to the side and Eric heard the scraping sound of what was presumably the box being moved behind him.  But then everything else seemed to fade away as the vision before his eyes suddenly grabbed every bit of his attention.
	In spite of his popularity, and his position on the football team - Eric had been sort of a late bloomer on the dating front.  He'd been shy for a while, and though in his senior year he'd finally gotten to second base with a couple of girls (and how glorious that had been), he hadn't quite made it to third - and even those had been mostly in the dark at parties while making out.
	He was staring, in full light, at the first girl he'd ever seen completely naked other than on his computer.  She was standing with her arms at her sides, staring back at him with wide eyes, her expression - mouth in a little "o" - was tittilatingly inviting.  
	Not only was she naked - she was GORGEOUS.  Other than her tallness - which seemed almost exactly equivalent to his own height...he had a thing for shorter girls - she was pretty much the ideal woman he would fantasize about at night.  Blonde, big beautiful natural-but-perky breasts with (oh god) large nipples, a trimmed blonde tuft of hair above pink-
	Suddenly the motion around and behind the gorgeous girl registered on Eric as his field of vision widenend from his desperate scan of every inch of her glorious body.  And it was odd.  Behind her, there were two guys, lifting up packaging similar to what he had been removed from.  In similar colored shirts, and-
	It was only when one of the guys moved in front of him that it clicked, and Eric screamed.
	Or would have, if his gorgeous, utterly female and completely immobile body responded to him in anyway.
	He - he was...
	The game - oh god - it was impossible, but-
	The sensations finally registered home, that strange tingling emptiness between his legs.  The weight on his chest.  
	Oh god - they weren't huge, he was-
	He had turned into his own dream girl!
	And...as he stared into his beautiful blue eyes, he realized the just-slightly-unreal look about the girl he was staring at.  So realistic, but...but...
	She wasn't a girl.
	She was a doll.
	She was a - oh god, no...he couldn't be-
	"...hard time even calling it a sex doll."
	"No kidding.  Man - the guys are going to love this thing."
	"And they're going to be here any minute.  Here - I've been reading the manual online-"
	"Jerking off to it, I'll bet!"
	"And fuck you too, dude.  Anyway - let's get it warmed up."
	"Warmed up?"
	"Watch."
	Eric, screaming in panicked horror in his head as he tried to make himself believe he was dreaming, watched in the mirror as the tall guy - though probably not that tall, Eric was realizing...he was just short...and a girl...and - stepped up behind him with a grin.  Eric begged, pleaded for them to hear him, to stop, to help him - as the guy's grin widened, and he reached around Eric's small, naked body.
	Eric wanted to let out a shocked help as the guy's hands slid under his huge breasts and cupped them.  To his horror - it felt AMAZING.  Being touched earlier had been pleasant, but this - it was like his new body craved being touched.  And particularly touched there.  As much as he wanted to pretend otherwise - he doubted he could have told the guy to stop hefting his large, naturally jiggling breasts even if he was able to say anything.
	"Jesus those are amazing," the other guy groaned.  
	"You should *feel* them," the guy behind him growled, his voice filled with excitement, "OK, now watch..."
	Watch what?  Eric had a sudden twinge of fear at what might be coming next.  What was the guy going to-
	Pleasure ripped through Eric like nothing he'd ever felt before.
	In the mirror, the guy was running his rough thumbs over Eric's large nipples - but the pleasure was so explosively beyond what Eric thought that should have generated based on his own body that he could barely register that was what was happening.  Lighning bolts of pleasure radiated outward, through his body - coalescing in a suddenly rapidly increasing tingle in his-
	He couldn't bring himself to say it, to believe what was between his legs now, no matter how it suddenly erupted into a pleasant but increasingly urgent tingling emptiness.
	Even stranger - his mouth and lips seemed to echo the sensation, in a way that was deeply pleasant...and deeply disturbing.
	Eric was suddenly relieved that he couldn't make noise - or he would be squealing in pleasure, in what he had no doubt would be an utterly humiliating female voice.  He tried to force the pleasure back, but with each stroke of the grinning guy's thumb a new bolt went through him - and it seemed like some insane spring inside him was winding tighter and tighter, beginning to crave for...something.  He couldn't place what he wanted, but he wanted it *badly*.  He started sobbing in side, utterly mortified, and so very, very-
	"Holy shit, listen to her!"
	It was only at the shocked words from the other guy that Eric realized that he *was* making a sound.  Even his silence was denied him - and the sounds he was making were...well...
	"Right?"
	"Oh my god, that's the hottest thing ever..."
	Eric was moaning softly, desperately - and oh so girlishly.  The sounds were soft, shuddering whimpers - and even with Eric's inexperience, he felt himself tugged towards that clearly pleading, inviting, begging feminine sound.  Worse - they were *him*.  Somehow, only the sounds he could feel himself making in response to the incredible pleasuer and his rising need were escaping as that noise - but they were definitely noises he was making, and he couldn't stop himself.
	Oh god...he wanted...he needed...
	The guy stopped.
	Horribly, while the immediate pleasure of having his nipples played with went away - and Eric hated himself for how much he desperately wanted it back - every bit of that aching need and tingling in his nipples, in his mouth, in his... - it all remained, achingly intensely, exactly as it had been.  Perhaps more, without the distraction of the pleasure.
	Eric moaned and whimpered, desperately.  Even as his mind refused to admit what it was he was desperate for.
	"Why does she keep making that sound?  Not that I'm complaining, mind you-"
	"Oh, she'll stay like this for hours once she's warmed up..."
	HOURS?!  Please god no!  Eric screamed in his head in horror - he'd go mad if he was stuck like this for-
	"...though I only started her a little bet to - heh 'turn her on', so to speak.  Here, watch."
	The guy who had been cupping his breasts moved around to the front, grinning broadly.
	"Erica-"
	Even through the desperate need, Eric would have screamed in horror at the humiliation of his new name.
	"Position...seventeen, on the table there."
	"Position seventeen?  What's-"
	The same question Eric was asking himself was cut off from the other guy - when suddenly his body began to move!  Of it's own volition!  It was almost enough to distract him from the desperate ache through his little body for a moment as he turned and sat down on the coffee table behind him, where the box had been.
	"She MOVES?!"
	"Yup - not a lot, but some basic stuff.  I'm telling you this is the best toy money can...ohhhhh fuck..."
	"Oh my god..."
	The strangled groans fron the two guys staring at her coincided with Eric moving into what could only be position seventeen.  He (she?) leaned back on his hands, and lifted his small feet to the edge of the table, his little toes curling over the edge - and spread his legs.  He couldn't tear his own eyes away from the mirror beyond them, staring at - horribly - himself in the hottest, lewdest, sluttiest and yet adorable position imaginable.
	The whimpers that came from his mouth grew slightly louder as his arousal ratcheted up slightly, even knowing the girll in the mirror was him.
	A sudden coolness played over his spread thighs and the...other part in between them.  There was a faint smell - again oddly familiar, but this time much more appealing.  He was vaguely confused at the sensation, which was odd and disturbingly pleasant.  What-
	"Oh my god!  She's SOAKED!"
	Soaked?
	"Yup.  Go ahead, check it out."
	The second guy started to kneel between Eric's spread thighs, eyes wide.  What was he...?  Eric recoiled in horror internally as the guy reached out with trembling fingers.  No don't touch, it not-
	The guy let out a gasp at the loud, desperate moan that came from the sex doll, and then grinned broadly eyes widening.  He slid his fingers around in the warm, slick wetness, and then gently slid one between the pink lips between its legs.  The gorgeous toy was making sounds that he'd only ever dreamed of girls making.
	He stood next to his widely grinning friend, looking at the glistening wetness coating his fingers.
	"Jesus - it feels and smells..."
	"It is.  Real, I mean.  She synthesizes it from what she's fed."
	"Fed?  Wait, you mean..."
	The first guy grinned broader.  The second one looked longingly back at the moaning, gorgeous blond doll.
	"Maybe I could just-"
	"Uh-uh - you know the rules.  Birthday boy gets the first - heh - shot.  Don't worry - you'll have plenty of time for a turn later.  Besides your girlfriend would be *pissed*.  Even if it is just a doll."
	The doorbell rang, and they both turned.
	"OK!  That's them!  Surprise party time."
	"Oh, he'll be surprised.  Hey," the second guy said excitedly, "If she can move like that - can she do stuff with girls, too?"
	"Oh yeah - that's one of their biggest selling features."
	"Holy shit - maybe if I get my girlfriend drunk enough, I can convince her to..."
	The voices faded as they moved towards the front door.
	Eric continued to moan.  Any other thoughts in his head had been replaced with one screaming, sobbing, begging loop, fired by the incredible aching need filling his body, as the juices from between his legs began to drip over the side of the coffee table.
	Please touch my pussy again please touch my pussy again please oh god pleae come back please touch my pussy again...

**** Meanwhile... ****

	Cathy whimpered, staring at the spot her son had disappeared from, her eyes occasionally flicking over to her trembling, sobbing daughter, who had started to pull her clothes on again, burning red and not looking at anyone.  Her husband shook with self-loathing as he tried to keep from looking over at Kim, but then he swallowed and raised his chin.
	"Someone has to play...we have to get Eric back, and stop Kim," Greg choked out.
	"I won't!"  Diane squealed again, clearly terrified, "I won't roll and you can't-"
	"Shut up, Diane!" Cathy said, whipping around.  Her eyes were filled with tears, but her face was furious, "These are my kids we're talking about!"
	Diane recoiled from the fury on her friend's face, still shaking her head - and then choked out a sigh of relief as Cathy growled, then reached down and rolled the dice herself.
	The dice rolled to a stop, showing two sixes.
	As before, a piece started to move - and as it did, it slowly went from vaguely woman-shaped to a detailed carving of Cathy, though at this point it looked much like she actually did, and remained fully clothed.  When it slid into its position on the board - nearly halfway to what appeared to be the end position, and a few squares shy of the mysterious piece already in place - the globe once again flickered and words slowly formed.

		"Into Greg's Fantasy You Shall Change
		Let's Hope It Isn't Something...Strange.""

	Cathy looked up at Greg, who had made a choked sound - and found that the color had drained from his face.  Her eyes widened with fear, and she let out a soft whimper.  Her husband swallowed and held out a hand.
	"Cathy, I - wait, what's that saying?"
	Cathy looked down to find that more words had floated to the surface.  

		"But wait!  Double Six Is A Special Roll
		That Forces You To Transfer This Toll
		Roll One Die To Select By Age
		Your Replacement On This Stage."
		
	Cathy's brow furrowed as she considered the words, and then she reached down to pick up one of the dice.  With a trembling hand, and a brief, worried glance at Kim, she tossed the die down to the table.  It rattled around and eventually settled on three.
	"So - wait...I guess...Kim is the youngest, then Eric...then-"
	Cathy looked up and her eyes settled on Diane, was a few years younger than the rest of the four adults, in spite of being the most accomplished professionally (she was the youngest partner at her law firm).  Diane's eyes slowly widened.
	"NO!" she screamed, backing away, "You - you *bitch*!"
	"Fuck you, Diane!" Cathy yelled back, "I didn't have a choice, and it was random!  And my *kids* are the ones who-"
	She paused, and glanced down.  Diane's piece had slid on the board - and moved up to join Cathy's, and the words in the globe were shifting once more.  Through her gritted teeth and tears, Diane's eyes followed Cathy's to read the phrase overing there.  Instead of a new one, though, most of the second part had faded out, leaving just the initial statement - though now it read:

		"Into Sam's Fantasy You Shall Change
		Let's Hope It Isn't Something...Strange.""

	Diane spun to look up at her husband.
	"That's OK, right?  I mean - you...you don't really have any weird fantasies about me, right honey?"
	Sam swallowed.
	"I - I don't...know..."
	"What?" Diane said, her voice rising to a wail, "What do you mean you don't know?!  What the fuck, Sam-"
	"I don't know!  I think lots of things!  All guys do!  I didn't exactly think they would ever matter-"
	"Well what...do you...do you..."
	Diane stopped, and blinked, a confused expression coming over her.  Then she looked down.  Sam swallowed again.
	"H-honey...what-?"
	"I don't know," Diane mumbled, "I just felt unnnnhhhh!"
	Her eyes widened as she let out a sudden shocked grunt - and there were several gasps around the room.
	Diane's breasts had grown.
	She had always been tiny, across the board - short, skinny, and with little barely-A-cup breasts.  So small that she often - as she had tonight - forewent a bra.  But now they were clearly larger - still small B-cups. but enough that they jiggled softly beneath her loose tank top.  She looked up at her husband with a glare.
	"Bigger boobs?  You always said you liked my little breasts."
	"I did!  I mean - I do!  I-"
	"Well we'll just see how long it before you see them agUNNNHHHHHHH!!!"
	Diane's eyes bugged out and her back arched as she let out a much larger grunt of shock - and her breasts swelled again.  She settled back, gasping, and then looked down at herself in horror - to find herself now sporting what were probably large, soft C-cups, jiggling beneath her shirt - which was no longer quite so loose - and let out a squeal.  She looked up at Sam with pleading eyes.
	"Sam - stop it!"
	"I'm not - it's not like I'm thinking about it right now!"
	"Please, I don't wantuhhhhhNNHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
	Diane's squeal was even louder this time - and her breasts ballooned out - and down.  By the time this surge was done, the little asian woman was sporting breasts that were easily a D-cup, perhaps larger.  Her tank top had ridden up to almost her bellybutton, as the small amount of fabric strained to contain a much more voluptuous body than it was designed for.  Her huge boobs jiggled beneath the cloth - also showing that her nipples had swollen noticeably as well, going from invisible nubs to large, swollen points atop her even larger mounds.  Diane looked down at herself and sobbed.
	"Honey, I'm so sorry, I-"
	"SHUT UP!" Diane screamed, cutting off her husband as she looked up at him with tears, "SHUT UP!  YOU DID THIS TO ME!  YOUUNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
	Diane squealed once more - and finally the tank top lost its battle with her new F or G-cup breasts, and they slid out beneath it, huge, natural, soft breasts jiggling on Diane's chest as she gasped for breath.  They dangled almost to her bellybutton, with large, dark, thumb-sized nipples jutting out proudly.  Diane choked out a sob and tried to cover herself, mostly just causing her monstrous breasts - impossibly large on her tiny body - to jiggle and slide further out of her shirt.
	"Oh god!  Oh god I'm a freak!  I...I...me...huh?"
	She paused, blinking once more in confusion.
	"Diane,"  Cathy said, holding out a hand, "Are - are you OK?"
	"I - me...me don't know....me..."
	Sam let out a groan, his wife seemed to struggle with the words - and even stranger, her accent - normally a completely generic American accent thickened, taking on a strange lilt.  Diane looked up at Sam, eyes widening with horror.
	"Why...me have trouble...talking?  Me so - me so sound strange!  Sam!  Why me so sound strange?!"
	The other four just stared at the poor, huge-breasted woman - who suddenly sounded like the most awfully, stereotypically asian character from some bad movie.  Her voice had actually changed timbre, going higher with each word to leave her sounding almost cartoonish.  Diane choked out a sob.
	"Why me tak like this!  Me no tak like this!" she sobbed, "Diane no tak like...like..."
	She stopped and looked down - then had to pull her huge tits aside to look where she was trying to see.  As her huge new breasts spilled over hands she stared in shock at the crotch of her jeans.
	Where a dark, wet spot was slowly spreading.
	Diane looked up in horror, and then choked out a sob.
	"Me...mo so horny!"
	She blinked - and slowly turned scarlet as she realized what had just come out of her mouth.  But then she let out a plaintive whine and stumbled to her utterly horrified husband.
	And began to rub his pants - where his cock was visibly hard as he started at what he had changed his smart, conservative wife into.
	"Me so horny!" she sobbed and moaned in her horrifically broken english, "Me need you cock!  Me - me suckee...one dollah!"
	"Oh jesus," Sam moaned, trying to push her away, "Oh jesus, Diane - I'm so sorry..."
	She moaned, her eyes filled with horror as she heard the words coming out of her mouth - but she was also quite clearly desperate.  She fell to her knees in front of Sam, her huge tits dangling in front of her.
	"Preeease!" she whined, eyes filled with horrified need, "Prease!  One dollah suckee cock!  Two dollah fuckee pussy!  Th-three dollah," she choked fighting to keep from saying it...but couldn't, "Th-three dollah fuckee ass!"
	"Oh - oh fuck...if - if that's what you n-need," Sam moaned, fumbling with his pants, "Just suck it!"
	Diane made a strangled sound, and then shook her head.
	"N-need one dollah," she whimpered, "N-no dollah no suckee..."
	"Oh fuck," groaned Sam, "Diane - I don't have any cash with me..."
	The wail Diane let out was utterly pitiful.
	"Here!"
	They both looked up.  Greg had reached into his pocket, and though he was blushing furiously, he was holding out a one dollar bill.
	"Here, take it and do what you have to do, Diane."
	Diane choked out something and reached up to grab it, then closed her eyes - and shoved it into her pants.  Then she turned back to Sam, lifting her hands to Sam's pants...
	...and paused.
	Her eyes went wide, and she whimpered. 
	"What?"  Sam said, "What's wrong?  Do you need help?"
	Diane looked up at him - and then over at Greg.
	And then turned and crawled towards Greg, her huge tits dangling down and brushing the carpet.  The four others watched her as she crawled before Greg and then settled back, trembling, clearly struggling.
	Then lifted her hands to Greg's pants.
	"Diane - what are you doing?" Greg choked out.
	"You give dollah...m-me suckee you..."
	"What?" the three adults yelled in unison.
	"You give dollah, me sucky you," she whimpered, fumbling with his jeans.  Greg tried to bat her hands away.
	"Wait, no - I gave you a dollar for Sam!"
	"It you dollah...me sucky you," she repeated with a small sob.
	"You son of a bitch," Sam growled.
	"What the fuck, Sam!  You know I was trying to help her!"  
	Sam stared at Greg for a moment, then the fury evaporated and he folded in on himself.
	"OK...just...oh fuck..."
	Diane sobbed as Greg held her hands, trying to stop her - and then Greg let out a surprised grunt as she leaned in and began to lick his - also hard - cock through his jeans.  She whimpered and moaned:
	"One dollah...suckee cock...one dollah...suckee cock..."
	"Just let her do it!" Sam growled, turning away.  
	Greg looked at him - then looked over at his wife, desperately trying to avoid looking at Kim, who was curled up on the couch, not watching.  Cathy looked back at him, emotions warring across her face - then looked down at the poor woman who until a few minutes ago had been her friend, the smart, tiny lawyer.  Then she looked up at her husband and nodded.
	Greg released Diane's hands.
	Diane let out a squeal of something like delight - and rapidly unzipped his pants, letting Greg's cock spring free again.  His loud, shocked moan as she closed her warm lips over his cock was drowned out by the muffled squeal of pleasure Diane let out as she bobbed her head up and down Greg's member.  
	Cathy looked away, to catch Sam's eyes.  He looked over at her miserably.
	"She's never done that before."
	Cathy blinked.
	"...what, *never*?"
	Sam shook his head.
	"She always thought it was gross."
	"S-Sam..."
	Sam glanced over at Greg, eyes held firmly above where his newly huge-titted wife was sucking his friend's cock.
	"R-roll."
	"Huh?"
	"Take your turn...I - I won't c-cum for a - ohhhh - while, since I-"
	Greg cut off, refusing to note what had made him cum before.
	"I-If you g-go, maybe you can s-stop her before..."
	Greg stopped, unable to suppress a moan.  For a moment, they were all quiet.
	And then Sam glanced down at a wet, crinkling sound.
	To see his wife's hand tucked into her soaked jeans, where she was playing with herself as she moaned around Greg's cock.
	The crinkling sound, presumably, was the now-soaked dollar she had buried in her panties.
	With a moan, Sam grabbed the dice and tossed them onto the board, watching as they rolled to a stop, showing an eight.
	And then his piece began to move.
	Finally - and with his piece now a clear facsimile of him - it slid to a stop on the board, ahead of Kim's piece (which remained naked, unlike the others - though the huge breasts on Diane's piece hung loose while she was in an obvious "cock-sucking" pose).  Grimacing at a loud moan from his still-slurping wife, Sam looked at the words forming in the glass once more.

		"Your Place Is Switched, With Another Who
		You Secretly Lust For, And Her For You"

	"What?" Sam's brow furrowed in obvious confusion, "Not only is that a terrible rhyme, but it doesn't even make-"
	There was a sudden tearing sound.
	"Sense," Sam completed, then his eyes went wide, and he choked out, "Wait, what?"
	Because he wasn't Sam any longer.
	Standing in his place, his large clothes draped over her slender body, and his pants falling down around her skinny legs...was Kim.
	A loud, very male scream of shock and terror came from the other side of the room - where Sam was sitting up on the couch where Kim had been, her now-far-too-small clothes for his muscled body having torn dramatically.  He was sitting up, staring down at himself with a wide-eyed look of disbelief, starting to hyperventilate.
	"What?" Cathy, said, looking back and forth between the two with utter bewilderment, "What just happened?  How did you-"
	"You...you son of a bitch!" growled Greg, staring in shock at his daughter draped in Sam's too-large clothes.  She looked up at him, with an utterly horrified expression.  Cathy looked over at her husband (her eyes also pointedly looking over the head of the moaning asian woman with her mouth sliding up and down his cock), still obviously utterly confused - and even more so by the fury reddening Greg's face.
	"G-Greg - what's going on?  Why are you so angry?  I - I don't..."
	"He - don't you see, he "lusted for" ohhhhfffuuuuuuuucckkkkkkkkkKk!!!!"
	Greg's angry comment was cut off as he went rigid - and grabbed Diane's head as he started cumming in her mouth.  The asian squealed and then choked slightly - and then started to frantically gulp down the cum from her first ever successful blowjob, as she started to cum herself.  Her squeals of pleasure rose in pitch as she tried to swallow Greg's cum, her huge tits jiggling as she shuddered in very real pleasure.  The wet spot in her jeans suddenly expanded - and then began to drip from the fabric as Diane squirted uncontrollably into her jeans with her orgasm.
	Cathy tore her eyes away from her husband's second orgasm of the night - with a second woman, neither of which were her - glanced briefly down at the puddle forming beneath the squealing Diane with a shudder, and then looked over at Sam sitting on the couch with confusion.  The large man was gasping for shocked breath, turning his hands over and looking at them as though they were some strange vision.
	"Sam - Sam, talk to me!  I don't understand what's happening...Sam!"
	"I'm not Sam!" the man yelled, choking as he seemed to hold back a sob.  Cathy blinked again. 
	"What?  I don't-"
	"I'm KIM!"
	Cathy drew a sharp breath - and then went white, as she finally put it all together.  Slowly her head turned to stare at the girl who she had thought was her daughter - who was bright red with embarrassment, and was desperately trying to pull the oversized pants up to cover herself.
	"Wait...then - Sam?"
	Sam - in Kim's body - looked up at Cathy, and let out a soft whimper, then nodded.
	Slowly catching up, Cathy's face reddened as well.
	"Wait - you mean you...you had a thing for *KIM*?"
	"Hey - Of course I never would have done anything about it!  A guy's private fantasies are supposed to stay private!"
	"She's *EIGHTEEN*, Sam!  And not even for that long!"
	"And she's gorgeous, Cathy!  I'm a guy!  Your husband JERKED OFF ON HER!  Why aren't you pissed at him?!"
	"F-Fuck you, S-Sam," Greg half-growled, half-groaned, still finishing in the moaning Diane's mouth.
	"Your h-husband who just came in my wife's mouth, I might add," Sam said - and then blinked as he realized tears were filling his eyes, "Oh my god...I'm a f-fucking teenage girl!  I c-can't-"
	"You think I'm...gorgeous?"
	The small query drew all three unoccupied faces to look over at Kim - who was sitting in Sam's body in the most utterly incongruously shy position a large, muscled man could be placed in, blushing as she looked at her own body with wide eyes.  Sam, in said smaller body, swallowed.
	"Well - yeah.  I mean...Kim, I really never would have ever done anything about it.  I swear, guys!"  
	This last was directed at Cathy and Greg, who were still scowling at him.  So all three of them missed the shy, delighted smile that flickered over the male Kim's face before she bit her lip.  Cathy opened her mouth to say something.
	"Oh god," choked out Diane with a sob, sliding her mouth off of Greg's cock and wiping it on the back of her hand.  The new distraction pulled everyone's attention away from the body-swapped teen and man to the impossibly voluptuous asian on on the floor.  She choked out a sob as she slid back.
	"Oh god - me suckee Greg cock!  Me swallow," she stopped, only now realizing that she was still speaking like the worst possible stereotype of an asian whore, and looked down at her giant tits in dismay, and then let out a humiliated moan at the puddle of pussy juice on the floor and choked out a sob, "Oh god - me likee cum in mouth...me cum long time from suckee cock..."
	She blinked, as though finally hearing herself, and then looked up at the others, eyes wide with horror.
	"Why...why me no changee back!?!  Why Diane still have big titty and...oh god...Diane still suckee fuckee for dollah..."
	She let out a mortified wail and folded her arms over her jiggling chest, pulling her knees up.  Her nose wrinkled and she looked down - her pants were soaked with her pussy juice almost to he knees, and the scent of her own pussy was clearly starting to waft up into the room.  She choked out a sob and looked up at her husband with a mix of misery, anger, and mortification.
	"Diane glad you girl now," she choked out, "You deserve for making Diane slutty fuckee girl."
	Sam let out a small sob of his own, then ground his teeth, clearly in frustration at his sudden inability to control his emotions now that he was a teenage girl.
	"God dammit - this isn't fair!  This was all just in my head!  I'm allowed to fantasize what I want!"
	He looked up at Greg and Cathy alternating between a choked sob and trying to look angry.
	"And this is all *your* fault!  You bought this sick game!  You have the nerve look at me like that when you guys did this to all of us?!"
	"You were fantasizing about fucking my daughter!"  Greg shouted back, face red.
	"And you just paid my wife to suck your cock!"
	Greg stopped short, as his flush deepened - and he suddenly realized his softening cock was still dangling out.  He quickly shoved his cock back into his pants and took a deep breath to say something.
	"He's right."
	Greg stopped and looked at Cathy, who was hugging herself, and staring at the ground miserably.
	"No one should be punished for what is in their head.  And this *is* our fault - but I swear," she looked up tearfully at the others, "I *swear* we had no idea..."
	Her earnest dismay punctured the bubble of tension in the room, and Greg glanced at Sam - trying desperately to keep his new slender female body covered by holding up his pants - and sighed, then nodded in acknowledgement that his wife was right, even if he couldn't quite say it out loud.  He looked up at the muscled, middle-aged man sitting on the couch in tattered girl's clothing.
	"Honey...are you OK?" he ventured tentatively, still in disbelief that the person sitting there was actually his daughter.
	Kim looked up at her father, blinking.
	"Um...I think?  It just feels...weird."
	"Tell me about it," Sam muttered.
	Kim looked at Sam and let out a shy smile.  Sam chuckled - a sound quintessentially Sam, even though it turned into a giggle in Kim's voice. Greg looked down and smiled a troubled smile as Cathy reached out to grab and squeeze his hand.
	None of them noticed the hateful glare Diane leveled towards the skinny teen who was now her husband through tear-filled eyes.
	Greg let out another sigh and looked up.
	"We have to keep going to at least get Eric back, and then we can try to figure out how to stop the game.  I guess the next turn is either me or Diane-"
	Diane's head snapped around, her expression filled with terror.
	"Me no rollee!  You can fuckee me pussy for dollah," she whined in abject terror, and then gritted her teeth as the second set of words tumbled out, clearly of their own volition, then she made a strangled noise and continued, "But me no rollee-"
	"But," Greg cut her off with a growl and a withering look that made the asian woman cringe back, "Since it could be that Diane's turn counts along with Cathy's, depending on the rules, I think it makes the most sense that I go next."
	Diane choked out a sob of relief and mortification, her huge tits jiggling and swaying as she sat on the floor, whimpering.
	Greg looked at Cathy, squeezed her hand once more, then reached down for the dice and tossed them onto the board.

To be continued...


