Pea Pod - The Return

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DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work.   I wrote a story just to stretch

my creative muscles.   All scientists in this work are fictional.   Any resemblance to

anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental.

  

WARNINGS:   Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad

words, and strange ideas.   It has only the strange things that dribble from my head.   If

you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not

smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such

a story, don't!

  

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it

to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no

monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me.   (I'm not greedy, but I did

write it.)

  

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Pea Pod

  

By: Wholeman

  

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Well here I am, riding in another puddle jumper, over another remote jungle.   Oh

well, such is the life of a geologist.   At least such is my life as a geologist.   I'm a

consultant and my clients have me going all over the world to analyze possible mining

sites, for all kinds of ore.

  

This particular client is in an especially big hurry so I'm stuck bouncing around

flying through a storm to get to this remote site, it's just the pilot and I.

  

"CAARAAACKK," lightning pasted the wing off the plane and killed my pilot, a

short spiral in and I expected that the insurance company would be paying my

beneficiaries, when the jungle hit me in the face.

  

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I awoke to see a pretty, native girl looking down into my face.   "What happened?"

I mumbled, still groggy.

  

"Plane boom tree," she answered in broken English.

  

Well at least someone here spoke my lingo, even if only a little.

  

"Where am I?" I asked her slowly and as clearly as I could, trying to make it

easier for her to understand.

  

"In village.   In my hut," she answered, though it wasn't much help.

  

I tried to sit up, and that's when the pain in my leg made itself known, "Ahh!"

  

"Hurt leg.   Not broke," she offered.

  

"There's good news," I stated, my face still contorted in pain.

  

"Here, chew.   Hurt go," she told me as she handed me a piece of tree bark.

  

I knew from my college days that certain trees had a painkiller in the bark so I

accepted the offered medication and gnawed on it a while.   Soon the pain dulled and I

was feeling better.

  

"I guess it's time to do the me Tarzan.   You Jane bit," I mumbled to myself.   "Uh,

my name is Doug.   What is your name?"

  

"Meka," she answered, pointing to herself.

  

"Thank you Meka, for helping me," I don't know how much English she knows,

but it seems to me that it's only right to thank someone for their aid, whether they

understand or not.   She must have understood, she smiled and blushed.

  

I looked around the hut thinking, 'what now?   I don't suppose they have a cell

phone around somewhere, or an Internet connection.   Hell I'll even settle for a 1944

vintage radio set.'

  

No luck there, I did notice that there was only one sleep mat in this hut, and the

weather outside was sunny and warm.

  

"How long?" I asked her.

  

She held up three fingers.

  

"This is your bed," I pointed to the mat I was, on.

  

She nodded her head, blushing.

  

"Where did you sleep, while I was here?" still pointing at the mat.

  

She turned crimson and pointed right next to me.

  

Okay, we had been sleeping together for three days.   Too bad I was unconscious.

  

I went to stand up and she jumped over and assisted my efforts.   Now that I am

standing, I can see that this girl is short.   I could almost use her as a crutch.   I have to

settle on using her as a cane.   She put her hands around my waist and tried to hold me

steady as we made our way toward the door.

  

Outside the clamor of village life, children playing, and the smells of food being

prepared, assaulted my senses.   I looked about hoping to recognize any signs that there

existed communication with the outside world.   Two things hit me like a hammer blow.  

The first was, there seemed to be no refined metal in evidence.   No pots, pans, knives,

belt buckles, and no wire anywhere.   The second was the ratio of men to women was

totally out of balance.   There were at least five women to every man, many of them

living alone in solitude.

  

My head was spinning and with the help of Meka, I made my way back to her

sleeping mat.

  

"Meka, why are there so few men?" I realize it was a complicated question and

hoped that she knew enough English to understand.

  

"Jungle very dangerous," she replied emphatically.

  

I'm sure my eyes looked like they would pop from my head.   If the jungle around

this village was that dangerous that it kills off most of the native men, getting out of

here might be harder than I had hoped, for.

  

"Animals?" I inquired.

  

"No, no animals, bushes," she supplied.

  

'Bushes?' bushes were killing off the men of the village?   Must be tough being a

horticulturist around these parts.

  

"No afraid," Meka told me as she stroked my brow.   She stood and said, "I come

back."   She left the hut and a very puzzled geologist.

  

My brain was whirling along and I thought, 'you're in it now Doug, lost in a jungle

with man-eating bushes and no way to communicate with the outside world.   I better

just work on getting better until I can explore on my own and find a way to get back to

civilization.'

  

Meka popped into the hut carrying two bowls and a ceramic jug, "Eat," she said

and handed me a bowl with some kind of stew in it.

  

I looked around for some kind of utensil and Meka picked up her bowl, put it to

her lips and started pouring it into her mouth saying, "Good."

  

Oh well, when in Rome…   I followed her lead and discovered the stew was

incredible.   I don't know what was in it and I probably didn't want to know.   It had

chunks of meat and all kinds of vegetables, which I could not identify.   Something that

was like watercress, maybe some cilantro… I don't know.   What I do know is that it was

delicious.

  

"Mmmm good," I told her.

  

She handed me the jug making drinking motions, so I took a swig and came up

choking!   "Holy shit, it's brandy," I choked out, "but damn good brandy."

  

I took another sip, much more carefully and savored it across my palate, enjoying

that familiar alcohol burn on my tongue and breathed in the heated vapors savoring

the delightful flavor.

  

As far as I'm concerned, I had just enjoyed a gourmet meal with a beautiful

woman.

  

I handed the jug to her so she could join me.

  

She took a ladylike sip and handed it back.   She was looking at me shyly, and

reached for something wrapped in what looked like, a cornhusk, which she handed to

me after she opened the husk.   It looked like a truffle.   "Eat," she urged.

  

If this tasted even half as good as everything else she had fed me, I couldn't wait.  

I bit into it and lord if wasn't a chocolate mint.

  

"Mmmm mm," I exclaimed.

  

These natives know how to live.   Maybe I died in that plane crash and this was

heaven.

  

Uh oh…   Mr. Happy is making an appearance.   In mere moments, I was sporting

an Iron Wood Woody.   It felt like I'd have to take a five-pound hand sledge to beat it

down.   I looked up at Meka embarrassed, and she looked back with the expression of a

hungry lioness.

  

She had my pants off and I was stripped down before I could even utter a, by

your leave.   She started by trying to soften Mr. Happy up with saliva, but it wasn't

working, all she managed to do was get me lying prone on her mat moaning like a

smitten little girl.

  

She had been working herself with her hand and before I knew what she was up

to, she had impaled herself on my rigid shaft.   She must have been a virgin because

she let out a little yelp as she came down on me, that and this little darling had the

tightest cunt that Mr. Happy had ever been in.

  

I couldn't believe what was happening to me.   The muscle control she has in her

vagina was purely incredible, it felt like she was milking my cock with her pussy.

  

She started screaming something in her native tongue and we both orgasmed

together.

  

I could feel her love juice all the way up to my chest.   No woman I'd ever been

with, had orgasmed with such abandon.   When her body stopped spasming, she lay

down onto my chest and kissed me holding my face in her soft little hands.

  

I could feel her pussy still gripping and releasing my softening organ.   This girl is

amazing.   I held her close to me as I started to nod off.

  

**********

  

When consciousness returned I felt the warmth of her body snuggled close and

the weight of the skins that she had wrapped around us.   I could hear rain pelting

down outside the hut and was glad to be inside dry and warm.

  

Meka tightened her grip, wriggling up against me.

  

'What the hell happened last night?' I thought, 'that was the most unreal sex I'd

ever had.   What was in that chocolate, Viagra?'

  

When I opened my eyes again, another woman who was also quite stunning was

kneeling next to the mat.

  

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips that nearly had me erect again.   I

could feel Meka getting up on her elbows behind me, and the next thing I knew the two

women were kissing.

  

'This is one strange village,' I thought.

  

The new woman crawled into bed with the two of us, and started snuggling up to

me as if we were long time lovers.   Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but you can see that I

was a little intimidated.   It is hard enough satisfying one woman… but satisfying two?  

I sure hope they have a shit load of that chocolate around.

  

I was relieved when all the new girl wanted was a warm place to snuggle up to, so

I relaxed and fell back asleep.

  

When once again I stirred from my slumber, I found myself alone under the

blanket and looking out of the hut, I could see that the sun was shining.   Occasionally

one of the women would peer into the hut, smile, giggle, and then walk away.

  

For the next week, Meka had a different woman sleep with us and I had more

ménage á  trios, than I could have possibly dreamed.   The women of this village were

the horniest group of females you could imagine, and always there was Meka.

  

One day she woke me with this walking stick in her hand and simply said,

"Come."

  

She helped me to my feet and handed the walking stick to me after

demonstrating how I should use it.   It was very cute the way she mothered me.   She

treated me like a fragile and scarce commodity.

  

We walked together out to what seemed to be the central, or group meeting area

and I was, seated in what seemed to be a place of honor.

  

"What is this?" I asked her sweeping my hand around at all of the food and

people gathered there.

  

"Have joy.   God send sky man, Doog," she stated pointing first into the sky and

then to her heart.

  

I don't blush often, but I'd give dollars to donuts I was blushing now.   It would

seem that I was to be the guest of honor at big shindig.

  

There were only a few men in attendance and each, had women waiting on them

hand and foot.   It looks like my initial estimate of the ratio of men to women might have

been a little low.   Most of the men had about ten women, and it seems that everyone

who had shared my and Meka's bed were waiting on me, more than twenty of them.  

Each with some culinary delight she offered to me.

  

Once, Meka urged me to eat one thing in particular, stating, "Good make love

long."

  

I hope that meant it was like oysters or ginseng, and didn't mean it would

actually make my cock longer.   It looks like the women of the village were love starved

and wanted me to stay virile so that more of them would be able to play merry go round

on my Dick.

  

"Why do all the women want sex so much?" I asked hoping that she had enough

vocabulary to understand.

  

"Have many… ah… small mans," she answered using her hands as though

cradling a baby.

  

Whoa!   Cultural shock time, duh… there is no birth control in the jungle.   These

women were all hoping to become pregnant, have my babies, and hoping for male ones

at that.

  

Now I understand the worn-out look on these men's faces, these women were

fucking them to death.   What a way to go though.

  

I was, fed an unreal repast, and throughout the whole thing, girls were kissing,

massaging, and just plain caressing me.   I was getting hotter than the surface of the

sun.   When it looked like the festival was over, Meka and one other girl escorted me to

the hut and fed me another chocolate mint.

  

I am becoming more, and more convinced that I died in that plane crash.   This

just couldn't be happening.

  

As I became stronger, I ventured out on my own to wander around the village.   I

thought that I was on my own that is.   I wandered too close to the jungle one time and

thirty or so women rushed over and surrounded me so they could escort me back to

the hut where they jabbered to Meka for a few minutes.

  

"No go to jungle.   Dangerous," she explained, "Bad bushes!"

  

There was that thing about the bushes again, "I see women go to the jungle.   Why

not men?"

  

"Bush no like women," she informed me.

  

Okay now we have a discriminating man eating bush, and only 'man', eating

bush.   It seems that I am going to be, held prisoner as a sex slave to save me from a

bush.   This is just too weird.

  

I'm going to have to formulate an escape plan to just get out of this village.   I'll

give it another week to get my stamina back and by then my leg should be back to

normal, then if any bush makes a try for me I'll be able to run away.

  

Over the next week, I watched which trails that the women used most frequently,

and which ones looked like they were heading down hill out of the region.   Once I find a

river eventually that should bring me to a city, then I could get transportation or a

canoe or something that would get me back to the big world.

  

Don't get me wrong, I am extremely grateful to Meka and this village for saving

me, but I have a life I want to get back to.

  

I started being able to walk without the walking stick.   Since I, was only allowed

to walk around within the confines of the village, I would walk faster and faster each

day until the natives started to look at me as though I had lost my mind.

  

Once I started jogging around they seemed to catch on to the fact that I was just

getting back into shape, and since the women wanted me to have as much stamina as

possible they didn't complain, in fact I was soon joined by a couple of unhappy looking

native men.   It seems that my performance in bed had increased enough that the native

women attributed it to my jogging and they nagged their men into joining me.   I don't

think I am very popular with my fellow males at this particular time.

  

Meka's hut was starting to get crowded.   I was now sleeping with five women a

night.   Always there was Meka, even when she was menstruating she slept with me, we

didn't make love, but she assisted in keeping me stimulated.   She would suck me off

until I was near exploding and then ram me into one of the women to explode and

deposit my seed.   Sometimes to make me horny she would lez one of the other girls, get

her panting or screaming in orgasm, and Mr. Happy would want to play too.

  

Watching two girls lick and finger fuck each other was one of my all time turn

ons, and it didn't take those women long to figure that out.   I noticed one night that

just outside of the screaming orgy going on in Meka's hut, several women were

masturbating to beat the band, and peeking into the tent once in a while, making them

finger fuck themselves even harder.

  

One night it occurred to me to ask Meka why there were always different girls,

but she was always with me too.

  

She blushed, saying, "You mine.   I get from jungle."

  

Uh oh… she thinks were married.

  

"We share men.   Is good," she went on.

  

"How is it that you speak English?" I was finally curious after all of this time.

  

"My father… no, mother was missionary.   Rescue from bush," she tried to

explain, but was clearly confused, "She teach."

  

That explains it.   I wasn't the first one to find this little hamlet.   Some poor Peace

Corps couple or minister and his wife wandered into the area and the evil bush must

have eaten the man, leaving the woman stranded to live out her life here in the jungle.

  

I started questioning whether I even wanted to leave the village, which scared me

into action.   I began by putting together a stash of food for my trip.   I had to get out of

here before the great food and all of the sex convinced me this was heaven and that I

didn't want to leave it.

  

Finally, one evening after making my nightly sperm deposits, I stole out of the

hut and tip toed to the edge of the jungle, where I would wait until the sun started

peeking over the horizon before risking a walk into the domain of the evil man eating

bush.

  

It was hard staying awake, but when you have to, the fear and adrenaline can do

wondrous things.

  

I finally saw the first glow of morning, so I gathered up my stash and carefully

moved farther into the hidden security of the surrounding jungle.

  

As it became lighter out, I felt much more assured as I strolled down the path the

women had worn in the hill.   Man, this was beautiful, flowers, hanging moss, and the

sweet smell of growing things everywhere, and not one dangerous looking plant

anywhere.

  

Obviously, the women of the village were trying to keep all of the studs inside the

village, happy, and healthy.   The story of the evil plant was, to gaslight them into not

running away.

  

I was at least a quarter mile from the village feeling that I had made good my

escape, when I spotted a beautiful women just off to the side of the trail.   She was all

dressed in white and looked like a buxom angel.

  

As I approached, she was motioning me to come closer.   She was such a beautiful

vision of womanhood that I couldn't resist.

  

When I was about four feet away, I could see that it wasn't a real woman, more

like a flower that looked like a woman.

  

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I turned to run.

  

The instant I turned around I felt a tentacle wrap around my ankles and I was on

my way down, falling onto what looked to be a red velvet covered circular mattress.

  

More tendrils whipped out and I was trussed and sans clothing in mere

moments.   As I struggled, writhing around naked on the red velvet, two other tendrils,

unlike the ones that held me captive, whipped out and like twin suction cups, attached

themselves to my nipples, and believe me they were sucking on them hard.   A third

tentacle wriggled up my leg and clamped onto my cock.   Another up into my rectum

and finally, one attached onto my face poking an internal tendril down my throat.   The

red velvet mattress closed around me like a Venus flytrap and everything went dark.

  

I could feel juices oozing around me and I figured that they were digestive fluids

and soon no one will find anything left of old foolish Doug, but his bones in a giant pea

pod.

  

'Oh my God, the plant is giving me a blow job!' I thought, 'It's sucking my cock,

my nipples and wriggling around in my ass!'

  

Air was being, supplied by the tendril in my mouth, so I wasn't going to suffocate,

'I needn't worry about going that way, and this bush gives a great blowjob, 'I'm going to

cum!' I realized.

  

That damn plant blew my brains out.   I lost consciousness after so many

orgasms.

  

I would come around from time to time, only to be fucked unconscious a short

while later.   That damn plant, kept me in ecstasy for days, not only did it supply air to

me I think it was feeding me too.

  

I could feel the plant sucking on my nipples, only the longer it had me the more it

turned me on.   I even began to feel like it was fucking me in two ass holes at one time,

which might have worried me if I couldn't feel it still sucking my cock!

  

Once between orgasms I started thinking to myself, 'isn't this plant going to eat

me?   Is it just going to fuck me to death, and I go out in the most incredible orgasm

imaginable?

  

After what felt like a month, but I'm sure was no more than a week, I could see

light peeking into my velvet coffin and the juices that had surrounded me had all gone

away.

  

Slowly the velvet bed opened up, I felt the tendrils release my cock and both of

the others pull out of my butts.   The two on my nipples let go with a pop and a weird

jiggle on my chest, and finally the tendril down my throat pulled out and I could

breathe air on my own.

  

'What the, hell happened?' I thought, 'the bush didn't eat me, maybe I didn't taste

like the local natives and I was being spit out.   Halleluiah, I'm free!'

  

I began to stand up and my chest fell almost into my lap.

  

I looked, and then screamed, "I've got boobs!"

  

I reached up to confirm what my eyes were telling me and grasping a nipple,

which elicited a moan from my lips… a high-pitched, girly moan.

  

"Oh my God, I've been emasculated," my high-pitched cheerleader voice cried out.

  

I tried to stand and nearly fell over.   My center of gravity was way the hell off.  

When I finally got my big butt into the air, I pulled my torso erect with much difficulty,

causing an incredible tit quake.

  

I tried to quell my frantic mind, telling myself, "Okay, this bush turned you into a

woman with huge boobs, get hold of yourself there are other concerns here, like you are

a naked woman alone in the jungle and if you start running your boobs are going to

bounce like I don't know what."

  

I started perambulating back toward the path, "Oh shit, everything wiggles,

jiggles or wobbles, how do women deal with all of this motion?   I think I'm going to get

sea sick."

  

I noticed scraps of my clothing all around the plant so I carefully picked up what

I could, without getting too close to that, that… ooh I don't know how to express my

loathing of that bush.

  

I took my scraps and first fashioned a sort of bra to keep my monster boobs from

bouncing around so much and then a loin cloth to cover my… my… my cunt!   Oh the

degradation of it all.

  

I found my running shoes and was able to stuff bits of cloth into them to make

them tight enough to tie onto my much tinier feet.   They looked like clown shoes on me

now, two or three inches too long.   At least they protected my tender feet.

  

"Now that I look like a bustier version of Rachael Welch in 2000 BC, should I go

back to the village or on to civilization?" I asked myself.

  

A tiny voice came to me through the trees, "Doog, Doog!   Where you Doog?"

  

I could tell it was Meka, looking for me, "Over here Meka!"   I couldn't let her not

find me.   She must have been searching for the whole time I was missing.   I could hear

the tiredness in her tiny voice.   It broke my heart to think of what I had done to her,

and here she faithfully searches for me in the dangerous jungle.   I'm slug spit!

  

"Where you Doog?" she called.

  

"Over here Meka," I called back in my cheerleader voice.

  

"Oh Doog, bush got you," she stated, as she approached and threw her arms

around me, "poor Doog."   She held me tightly and squished my boobs wide between us

as she consoled me.

  

"I'm sorry Meka.   I wanted to go home.   I didn't want to leave you.   It was very

hard.   Can you forgive me," I cried.

  

"I sorry too Doog.   You miss home," she stopped, and shuddered a little as she

too cried, "I should have help you go."

  

That stopped me short.   "What do you mean help me go?" I asked pulling back a

little.

  

"I take you to big village.   Can go home," she explained, "I no want have no Doog,"

she wailed.

  

I'm such a pig.   This wonderful girl loves me so much and I abandon her,

thinking only of my needs.

  

"I am sorry Meka.   I wanted to take you along.   Although, I did not want to take

you from your home or your family," I explained.   I really wanted Meka but I thought it

would be selfish to take her from her people, little did I know that it was selfish and

wrong not to at least say goodbye.

  

"I stay with Doog?" she asked me.

  

"Meka, I am a woman now.   You, still want to stay with, me?" I asked

incredulously.

  

"I love Doog.   Woman, man, I love Doog," she clutched me as if she was afraid

that I would evaporate if she let go.

  

"You, want to go to my country and give all of this up?" I tried to confirm her

dedication.

  

"I go with Doog!" she stated emphatically, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

  

"I love you Meka," I told her.

  

"Come we go Doog house," she stated emphatically.

  

I was instantly puzzled and figured that it was a language thing.   She took my

hand and led me down the trail.

  

We walked for perhaps a quarter mile and came upon an ancient Mayan ruin,

"Come Doog, we go home!"

  

I started thinking that she wanted to set up housekeeping in, 'This Ole Ruin'.

  

She led me into one of the inner chambers and said, "Stay here Doog."

  

I waited while I saw her waving her hands and arms strangely in another room.

  

She returned and said, "We go now," and took my hand.   She walked us right up

to a stone wall, then right through it and into my apartment.

  

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

  

Meka looked, alarmed, "This is Doog home?"

  

"Oh my lord, yes!   Meka how… how did you…" I stuttered, looking at her as if she

had three heads.

  

"Meka not Earth," she told me, confusing me even more.   She continued, "Bush

not Earth either."

  

My mouth was open far enough that my jaw drug on the floor, "You, are not from

Earth?"

  

She smiled and clapped her hands, "Yes, Meka not Earth."

  

"I, was not on Earth?" I asked hesitantly.

  

She smiled and jumped up and down happily clapping again, "Doog right."

  

I smiled and fainted dead away.

  

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I awoke to Meka's smiling face, "Are you alright Doug?   I think you fainted.   I took

the liberty of placing you into your bed.   Then I discovered a wonderful device in your

living room.   Your television is a wonderful teaching tool.   I also used your credit cards

to order both of us appropriate clothing from the QVC channel, most stylish if I do say

so myself."

  

"Meka!   You speak English!   How…" I started.

  

"I believe, I have already told you Doug.   I used your television to teach myself

your language.   Am I using it incorrectly?" she inquired, rather sophisticatedly.

  

"Come here and kiss me, smart ass," I told her.

  

"My pleasure beautiful," she agreed and stuck her tongue down my neck.   She

started caressing my breasts and then placed a hand between my legs, slipping a finger

into my… other butt, just as the plant had.

  

'Oh shit, the second half of my ecstasy in the plant… it had been, fucking me,' I

thought as other similarities started to make themselves apparent.

  

My cock was a little nubbin in the front of my new wet slit.   It must be my

clitoris.

  

"Oh… oh… ooh, oh Meka.   Don't stop!   Don't ever stop baby.   Oh, fuck me baby,

fuck me."   'What in the hell, am I saying?   I sound like a slut,' I thought.

  

"Ooh Doug, I love it when you beg.   Come on sweetie.   Cum for me baby," she

urged as she diddled the hell out of my sopping wet cunt.

  

"Oh God… Oh God… Oh GOD!" and I felt myself gush out of my new vulva.

  

"That was so cute, my little Dougie.   How do you like orgasming as a woman?"

she asked as she kissed my face up one side and down the other.

  

"I… I… I don't believe… believe it could be like that," I exclaimed lying there

caressing up and down the curves of my own new body.

  

"I was surprised to find out that you like breast that big, when the genetic

alteration bio-form released you," she stated as she gently felt my gigantic breasts.

  

"What do you mean, 'like breasts this big?'" I asked incredulously, using my little

feminine hands to indicate the mammaries to which I referred.

  

"The bio-form changes you into your ideal woman, well actually just the body of

your Ideal woman, it doesn't change your mind.   The mind that I fell in love with," she

kissed me making my girly body melt into shuddering puddles of feminine desire.

  

"Come on missy, you and I need a shower.   I love the shower.   I used it a while

ago after you fainted and I think it is one of the greatest inventions of your civilization,"

she stated emphatically.

  

"Don't make your decision too quickly.   There are more where that came from,

wait until you slide into a Hot Tub," I teased her.

  

"What is a 'Hot Tub'?" she looked puzzled.

  

"I'll show you later, after we go shopping and pick us up a couple bikinis," I

smiled at her and caressed her sides allowing my hands to enjoy the curves of her lithe

body.

  

"I love it when you do that Doog," she admitted, and a shudder trembled through

her body.

  

"Ha, ha… you called me Doog, just like when we were back on your world.   I still

think it's cute," I giggled as I rubbed down her flat stomach.

  

"I know Doog, how much, 'Doog like native girl'," she giggled as she teased me.

  

"Shit girl, you're making me as hot as a volcano.   We better get in the shower

before I ravish you right here," I admitted as I held her close from behind, caressing her

in all of the right places.

  

"Ooh Doog, ravish me, smother me in your beautiful breasts.   Make me feel like a

whole woman," she crooned, knowing full well what she was doing to me.

  

Little did she know of my toy collection, but she was going to find out now, "Your

wish is my command."   I started manipulating her clitoris as I walked her towards the

headboard.   By the time we arrived at the headboard she had already orgasmed once

and I had to help support her weak kneed trek around the Serta Dream land awaiting

us.   (Sheep… eat your hearts out!)

  

She fell onto the mattress, grateful to be off her knees and somewhere she could

spread her legs wide and offer herself up to me.

  

"Be patient my love, daddy is home and he is going to give you the fucking of your

lifetime," I told her as I finished donning the strap-on left behind by an old girlfriend.  

(Don't ask!)

  

"Doog what?" she started as I squirted KY jelly all over her lovely vulva and my

strap-on.

  

Her question disappeared into oblivion as the ecstasy of being, fucked by a boner

that would never soften, enveloped her.

  

I banged my hips into her screaming body, Mons Veneris, to Mons Veneris, until

she pleaded with me to stop before she lost consciousness.

  

"Oh Doog, you make love to me like never before," she kissed me repeatedly all

over my face.

  

"I'm sorry I can't use a real cock on you my love.   Is this a better invention than

the shower?" I giggled as I teased her.

  

"God yes!   I can't wait until I can take some of them back to my sisters," she

stated excitedly.

  

"What?" I screeched dumfounded.

  

"Will you not allow me to take some of these back to your other wives?" she

looked so disappointed and longingly at me, like she wanted to but if I told her no, she

would do as I asked.

  

"Meka dearest, I would never deny you or ah… my other wives anything that was

in my power to provide.   Are you saying that you can return to your world?   That I can

return to your world?" I asked with disbelief.

  

"At any time my husband desires," she assured me.

  

"How?" I asked.

  

"Come with me sweetie," she beckoned.

  

I followed her into the back room of my apartment.   As I approached her, she

took my arm and shoved it through the wall, pulling it back quickly, "See Doug, I have

left the portal open.   We may visit my world at will.   I know that my sisters will go crazy

if you bring to them, your marvelous girl penises, or some of the wonderful lingerie that

I have bought for us.   You will be the most popular of husbands in the village, even if

you cannot give them sons any longer," she assured me.

  

"What makes you think I cannot give them sons anymore?" I teased.

  

"My husband, it could be that lovely pussy between your legs, or those

magnificent breasts that adorn your oh so feminine body," she kissed me as she said

this, so I would know that even though I was, as she claimed, that she still loved me.

  

"Silly girl, on my world we have what is known as artificial insemination.   I could

bring the sperm of many men to your world and give children to all of my loving wives.  

On the other hand, we can simply bring them here and get them wildly fucked by

hundreds of horny guys.   Do you think they would like that?" I whispered into her ear.

  

"There are that many men here beloved?" she asked wide eyed.

  

"There are that many and more Meka.   With some of my wives we could start our

own escort service, make money to buy all of the things you would want for your world

and get everyone of your sisters knocked up.   To top it all off, we could provide a

service to some of the men on my world who desire to become women, with all of their

hearts," I offered.

  

"There are really such men?   Who would willingly sacrifice their manhood to

become as we are?" she could not understand why someone would willingly do such a

thing.

  

"Don't worry my love, once you have experienced what is to be a beautiful woman

in my world, you will begin to understand.   Some men feel that they were born as the

wrong sex and spend most of their lives unhappy.   Some even have an operation that

makes them look like women, though they could never have babies.   They would give

anything to have happen to them on purpose, what was forced upon me, including

spending months on your world fucking the daylights out of all of our sisters," I smiled

as I nuzzled her ear.

  

"If you say it my dearest, I must believe it, though I find it so difficult to believe,"

her hand came up and stroked my soft cheek.

  

"In that case Meka, I say I stink and need a shower.   Do you believe me?" I

giggled.

  

She made a grimace and said, "I was hoping you would say that, stinky, I didn't

want to mention it," she held my face and kissed me again, "Let us go and hose you

down.   We must get dressed and go shopping!"

  

Once in the shower, while I was scrubbing Meka's back I asked her hesitantly,

"Meka, would you mind having another sister?" as I moved the louffa up, down, and all

around.

  

"Are you trying to tell me that you already have a wife, Doug?" she froze in

apprehension.

  

"No Meka, I do not have a wife, I did have a girl friend who was special to me.   I

do not know how she will react to me as a big boobed girl, but I hope she will at least

help us," I informed her, "we are going to have plenty to learn about being women in

my society and if Gwen will agree, she would be a big help to the both of us."

  

Meka, turned and held me close, "As long as she will not take you away from me,

I would love to have another sister," then she kissed me, "I was going to ask you if you

knew anyone who could teach us.   I could teach you on my world, but some of the

pretty undergarments that ladies wear here are very complicated.   When you were

sleeping, (I noticed that she did not say fainted.)   I tried to wear a brassiere, but

couldn't figure out how to put it on, it is a very complex garment," she informed me, big

doe like eyes speaking her earnestness.

  

"At least, that is one womanly thing that I know how women wear.   I had to figure

out how to take them off of girls at a young age," I giggled at her.

  

"You were a naughty boy," she said as she dried off my tender skin, "Oh my that

looks cold.   Let me help."

  

She had my nipple in her warm mouth almost before I could gasp in surprise,

which turned to a gasp of pleasure.

  

"There that one has relaxed, but the other one needs my help," she warmed my

nipple on the other breast.

  

"I think you are going to have to dry my pussy off again, it seems to be drooling

again," I told her as I groped her C cup sized mammaries.

  

"Alright, I'll stop.   You will have me on my knees orgasming and we will never

leave the shower," she stopped her teasing.

  

Once out of the tub, I snapped up a pair of French cut panties and held them out

for her to step in to.   She moaned as I slid them up her legs.

  

"How do your women stand this?   I think I will have to play with myself all day

with these wisps of cloth hugging my sex," she was panting heavily.

  

"I have often wondered myself Meka.   But these are what women here wear," I

informed her, reaching for one of the bras that must be for her.   (It was the small one.)

  

I helped her into it and adjusted everything as best I could.

  

"Oh Doug, this is a marvel.   My breasts feel wonderful in this, like someone is

walking behind me, their hands cupping and holding up my bosom.   My sisters will be

in heaven.   You are going to bring such joy to them, there might be a statue made in

the village square to honor you," she teased, as she encapsulated my huge jiggly

mammaries in a beautiful crimson bra.   "This is making me soak my new panties, your

breasts look totally delicious held in there."

  

I looked at the new me in the bathroom mirror and swooned.

  

Luckily, Meka caught me, "Doug, are you sick?"

  

"That cannot, be me," I told her pointing at the mirror.

  

Meka hugged me, "Yes Doug, that sweet sexy looking girl is you.   You are the

prettiest woman I know.   When I see you all I can think of is making love to you."

  

I have strawberry blonde hair, big green eyes, stand five foot nothing, and have

giant tits.   I could get top billing in any issue of Score magazine.   "Gwen is not going to

believe this is me.   No way in the world."

  

I thought about it a minute, "Meka I think we are going to have to trick Gwen to

get her to come over here, so that we can convince her that I am me."

  

"I can see the truth in that.   What do you want me to do?" she asked.

  

I explained my plan to her.

  

**********

  

"Hello Gwen?   My name is Meka.   You don't know me, but Doug Gordon asked

me to call you.   He was lost in the jungle for over a month and is very sick and needs

your help."

  

"What can I do?" she answered, "I'm not a nurse."

  

"I don't know either, he just keeps asking for you.   I have been trying to nurse

him back to health, but he claims that he needs to see you, and that is all that will be

able to help him."

  

"If you're a nurse, then you certainly can do more for him than I can.   Don't get

me wrong, I will help if I can, but I have no idea what I could do to help."

  

"I'm not a nurse either Gwen.   Doug's mother sent me over to look after him.   He

won't let me call an ambulance or take him to the hospital.   Can you come to his place

and help me convince him to get professional help?"

  

"That stubborn jerk!   Yes, I'll be over in twenty minutes and between the two of

us, we might be able to beat some sense into him.   I'll see you soon Meka, bye."

  

**********

  

"She is on her way Doug.   I hate having to lie to her.   Are you sure this is the only

way?" she looked so remorseful sitting on the sofa, hands clasped sitting on her knees,

pinning her navy blue skirt under them.

  

"I don't want to do it either.   Just imagine this phone call, 'Hello this is Meka,

Doug's wife.   He was, turned into a woman by a plant on another world.   He wants to

know if you will come over and help us be proper earth women.'   Do you think she

would come over here or hang up on you and think you were nuts?" I explained.

  

"I think she would believe that I probably will be spending winter in a hollow

tree," she admitted.

  

Shortly afterward, there was a knock on the door.

  

Meka answered the door as we had planned, while I went into the bedroom.

  

"Hi, I'm Gwen.   Are you Meka?" Gwen greeted her.

  

"Yes, I'm Meka.   I am happy to meet you.   Doug has told me so much about you,"

Meka said as she gently shook Gwen's hand.

  

"Well Doug never mentioned you I'm afraid.   What did he say about me?" Gwen

asked with an eyebrow raised, as she doffed her coat and handed it to Meka.

  

"Only that he cares for you deeply and needs your help very much," she told her

truthfully.

  

"Oh my, then he told you more than he ever admitted to me," she was shocked

that Doug would open up to this woman about their relationship, more than he ever

had to her.

  

"So where is that headstrong fool," she grumbled, arms folded in a defensive

posture.

  

"Before you go in and see him, I think that I should prepare you for what you will

see.   Doug's plane crashed in the jungle.   He was hurt in the crash although not

seriously and when he was well again he wandered off into the jungle only to be

attacked by a plant no one in the civilized world has heard of yet.   It changed him.   So,

try not to be too upset when you see him.   Are you ready?" Meka explained holding

Gwen's hands and looking into her eyes as earnestly as she could.

  

"This sounds crazy, and if I didn't know that this is Doug's apartment I would call

the men with the long sleeved white coats that tie in the back, to come and pick you up

sister," Gwen told her, uncertainly.

  

"Doug, you can come out now," Meka called to me.

  

I walked out wearing my black skirt, scarlet silk blouse, and two-inch pumps,

unable to look Gwen in the eyes, "Hi Gwenie, it's me, Doug."

  

Gwen fainted dead away.

  

**********

  

"Wow, she's really out," Meka, declared as she tried to rouse Gwen.

  

"Maybe we should put her in my bed.   We can keep it dark in there so that when

she does come out of it, there will only be dim images around her.   Maybe that will

keep it from hitting her in the face all at once," I thought aloud.

  

"I like it," Meka said as she picked Gwen up and carried her to the bed.   I

watched as Meka took off Gwen's shoes, her dress, and then panty hose.   "Doug, strip

down to your undies and crawl in with us," she told me with a sly smile.

  

"What are you up to?" I asked her as I complied, leaving all three of us close

together in the bed.

  

"It is an old jungle remedy for shock.   Laying with the victim will keep her warm

and we can comfort her," she told me as she spooned against Gwen.   "Come on don't be

shy.   I'll bet you two have been closer than this."

  

"Uh… I'm not taking that bet," I told her as I hugged them both close to me.  

(Which is not all, that close when you remember how big my boobs are.)

  

"See if, you can wake her Doug," she prompted.

  

"Gwenie, wake up.   I need your help dear.   Please wake up Gwen," I pleaded as I

gently shook her.

  

"Doug?" she mumbled dreamily, "Doug, who is that bimbo I saw in your

apartment?"

  

"Meka, is not a bimbo, Gwen," I said rather indignantly.

  

"Noooo, not Meka, the other one," she asked, her eyes still closed.

  

I heard Meka giggling on the other side of Gwen as I told her, "I'm the bimbo

Gwen, Doug."

  

"Doug's a man.   Big dick swinging guy, not a bimbo," she replied, as she was

rolling over toward my voice.

  

"I was a big dick swinging guy.   But I was attacked and now…   Well now my girl

friend, my lover, just called me a bimbo," I couldn't keep the little choking sound from

my voice as the tears threatened to start soaking my pillow.

  

I watched as her eyes fluttered open, focused on me and she recanted, 'I'm sorry I

shouldn't have called you a bimbo.   Nevertheless, you can't be Doug.   He was taller and

you don't even look like him at all.   Doug has red hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders.  

Even if someone cut his dick off, stuffed gallons of hormones into him, and did

extensive surgery, he wouldn't look like you."

  

Meka come to the rescue, "I saw it happen to him.   That is the real Doug in front

of you, fighting back her tears."

  

"It just isn't possible.   Hey, wait a minute.   What am I doing in bed with two

strange women?" she exclaimed.

  

Meka sat up and told her, "It is an old jungle remedy for shock.   You fainted and

we thought that this would be the best way to bring you out of it."

  

"Jungle remedy?   This is Reno, Nevada, well just outside of Reno, anyway.   There

isn't a jungle for a thousand miles," she replied indignantly.

  

"That's it Meka!   Can we take her through the spare room and show her?" I sat

up looking at Meka hopefully.

  

"No problem.   Let's all get dressed," she hopped out of bed and started pulling on

her clothes.

  

"You think I'm going anywhere with two strange women who are obviously more

than half a bubble off plumb?   You two are nuts," Gwen jumped up and started quickly

dressing.

  

"Don't worry Gwen you won't even leave the apartment," I lied, as I finishing

slipping, my high heels on.

  

When Gwen was dressed we led her to the spare room, both took her hands, and

promptly walked all three of us through the wall.

  

"Ahhh!" Gwen screamed as she passed into the temple, "What the fuck just

happened?"

  

"You are now in the jungle of my world," explained Meka with a huge shit eating

grin on her face, "and it is a hell of a lot farther than a thousand miles.   Oh, and don't

faint, the floor is stone and very hard."

  

We both had tight grips on her hands, "Are you two trying to make a fool of me?  

Big deal, you built a room in the next apartment that looks like a Mayan temple.   You

don't fool me."

  

Meka and I looked at each other and led Gwen outside into the lush green jungle,

where she promptly fainted again.

  

Meka went back to the temple and brought out a bedroll and we lay back down

with Gwen and gently brought her back to consciousness.

  

"Gwenie, wake up it's me, Doug the bimbo, wake up and smell the jungle," I

giggled at my own silliness.

  

"Doug?   Your voice sounds strange.   Have you been into the helium again?" she

mumbled.

  

I giggled even more and told Meka, "If I breathed in helium now, only dogs would

be able to hear me!"

  

"Doug, I had the strangest dream, you were a little blonde who was all boobs.  

You and another woman walked me through a wall into a jungle.   Isn't that wild?" she

said sleepily as consciousness returned.

  

"Too bad it wasn't a dream, Gwen," I told her and kissed her lips.

  

"Mmmph!" Gwen's eyes were as big as golf balls, "you kissed me!"

  

"You make it sound like it was the first time, Gwenie.   I've been kissing you for

more than two years," I told her looking straight into her eyes.

  

"Doug?   Is that really you in there?" she started to finally realize we had been

telling her the truth.

  

"Yes dear, it is me.   See Meka I knew this would work," I lifted myself up on my

little arm, my chest bouncing, hither, and yon.

  

"Jesus, Doug you sure have yourself a pair!   You always did like them big," then

she gave me a dirty grin, "how do you like having them yourself?"

  

"To tell you the truth Gwenie, I like them even better on me than on another

women," I grinned back.

  

"You haven't had them very long, wait until you get back aches and discover they

are in your way all of the time," she insisted, as she started to stand back up.

  

"I think that is a small price to pay for the orgasmic pleasure I get when they are

sucked on," I told her as I kissed her lips again.

  

Meka jumped in with, "Hey, why does she get all of the kisses?   I'm your wife too!"

  

"You're married?   Doug, how could you!" she started clouding up and readied

herself to run away.

  

"So are you, Gwen," Meka interjected, "here, I am a priestess and I declare you

married to Doug and me."

  

"What?" both Gwen and I declared as we scrambled to our feet.

  

"I must explain.   Gwen when I saved Doug from the airplane crash, I yanked him

through the portal into the temple, or he would have died in the Amazon, just as my

father/mother would have.   Back when my other mother was the priestess, who saved

him/her.   He too impregnated my mother but eventually, the genetic alteration bio-

form took his manhood away, when I was only five years old.   He was a wonderful

mother though and I loved her very much, she was the one who taught me to speak a

little English," she informed us both.

  

Gwen was giving me a look like, 'you knew all this?'

  

"This is the first time she ever told me this part.   I swear Gwen," I held my right

hand over my heart and my left in the air, except that my right hand had actually

grasped my left nipple.

  

Gwen thought that was just about the funniest thing she ever saw, and

apparently so did Meka, just my luck to screw up like that at a time like this.

  

"If I didn't believe you before Doug, I do now.   Any woman who has tits that big

would know to put her hand on her upper chest for the over the heart part," she came

over to me and hugged me to say she was sorry.   Nevertheless, just to rub it in she,

cupped my nipple saying, "I forgot you told me that you like how these feel, didn't you.  

Maybe you were just groping yourself for the thrill."

  

That proved to be a mistake because my knees went all rubbery and I wound up

back on the bedroll.

  

"Oh God Doug, I'm sorry.   Wow, they really are sensitive," she bent over to help

me back up.

  

"Has anyone got a cigarette?" I asked, trying to stand back up and focus my eyes.

  

"Was it good for you?" Meka asked once I was on my feet again.

  

"I'm in love with my new wife… and my first wife too," this time, I remembered to

include Meka, to make up for kissing Gwen twice already, I kissed Meka first.

  

She remembered to support me when she stuck her tongue down my neck.

  

When I could focus my eyes again, I kissed Gwen, expecting a quick peck, but

she wrapped her arms around me, squeezing my boobs tight between us, and she

cleaned my, tonsils.   That girl has a tongue longer than some guy's cocks.

  

"Why don't we finish her off later.   Right now, I want to show you one of the

plants that did this to Doug," she beckoned us to follow her.

  

Gwen wasn't moving.

  

"Uh, Meka!" I called to get her attention.

  

"What?   Aren't you coming?" she stood on the trail ahead of us, fists on hips.

  

Gwen was standing beside me, hands on hips, and yelled back, 'You're crazy if

you think I'm going off in this jungle to look at a man-eating plant."

  

"Why?   They don't eat men.   They eat their maleness.   You two don't have any

maleness, so they won't bother with you.   Come on," she did the come-hither arm

motion, and turned to start up the trail.

  

Gwen and I looked at each other, shrugged, and followed her.   A hundred feet or

so we caught up with her and she led us off the trail twenty or thirty feet until I

recognize the blossom that looked like a woman, "That's one of those suckers, I

recognize the lure."

  

"Only now the scent will not effect you like it did before, they produce a very

powerful pheromone, which will draw any male near, straight to it," she informed us,

"we use the scent in our chocolates to make the men of our village amorous beyond

their control."

  

"I can attest to that.   That stuff is like super Viagra.   I was so horny I would have

made love to a traffic cone," I admitted.   "If we brought some back with us, we could

put Pfizer, out of business."

  

"We can bring as much as you want.   As long as we can provide for my village

what we need so much," she promised, with an earnest expression on her face.

  

Gwen bit first, "What do your people need?"

  

"Sperm!   Lots, of sperm, Doug was only able to impregnate ten of our women

before he… she… well you know what I mean," she declared looking down at her small

hands as she fretted a small twig.

  

"You knocked up ten women, and were, going to run out on, them?" Gwen was

livid as she looked angrily into my face.

  

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, Meka spoke up,

"We never told Doug that he was a father.   I didn't speak much English then, and the

ladies and I just kept stuffing mints into him.   We have so few males now, and we

frantically needed to get as many of us pregnant as we could.   Doug only did as we

wanted, and as his body had to.   I am sorry I did not try harder to tell you Doug."

  

"Gwen, I think that Doug believed that he was still in the jungles of the Amazon.  

He never knew that no matter how far he walked, he would not have ever found any

more people here."

  

"These plants have almost wiped out all of the people of our world, and worst of

all we brought it upon ourselves.   Down in the vegetation overrun cities, where once my

people thrived, a scientist created these plants long ago.   They were supposed to

genetically recondition people vastly extending our lives, but the plants mutated and

began thriving off, of the Y chromosome.   Now they will extend life but only for males,

and only once.   Doug is now almost ten years younger than when the plant attacked."

  

When she was finished, all Gwen and I could do was stand there with our

mouths open.

  

Meka brought us back to our senses by prompting, "Come let us return to Doug's

apartment.   We have much to do."

  

Gwen and I just followed her in silence.   We entered the temple and walked out

into my living room.

  

"Other than marrying me to you two, why did you call?" Gwen chided, as we took

seats and made ourselves comfortable.

  

"Oh shit!   Where are my manners?   Can I get either of you anything to eat, or

drink?" I stood up ready to go to the kitchen.

  

"Doug, you have been missing for over a month, and before that you were on

assignment in Brazil.   Do you actually have anything in your refrigerator?" Gwen knew

me so well.

  

"Better than that, I have freshly made groceries," I scurried to my stash of food

that I had brought with me.   There were some of those weird fruits, which reminded me

of grapes the size of softballs, some of the jerked meat, which Meka had been feeding

me, a jug of that unreal brandy, and forty or fifty pieces, of chocolate mints.   I grabbed

three snifters and small plates, put everything on a tray including knives, and

presented it to my guests.

  

"Doug, what is this?   I've never seen anything like them," Gwen marveled as she

picked up a green grape.

  

"Be' Chu," supplied Meka, "very tasty, and they're good for you."

  

"I never knew what they were called, but I love them.   Try the jerky too," I

tempted her with a hunk, while Meka helped her self.

  

"Good selection Doug, everything here lasts a long time without going bad.   Here,

Gwen, try the chocolate," Meka handed her a piece.

  

"Are you trying to get me into bed?" Gwen had already heard about this

chocolate.

  

"Don't worry Gwen, the only effect it has on women is to make you incredibly

attractive to men, and that only lasts an hour," Meka informed us both.

  

Gwen bit into one of them, "Mmmm, this in wonderful.   Look out, Hershey's."

  

"Thank you, the mark on them is mine so this is one of my own batches.   This

was a good idea Doug, I hadn't realized how hungry I was," she leaned over and kissed

my cheek.   "We need to answer Gwen's question though, why we need her.   I will bet

that she has a pretty good idea anyway."

  

"Gwen, it should be painfully obvious to you," I started, "that we have no idea

how to be women back here on dear old planet Earth.   Neither Meka, nor I know the

first thing about styles of dress, make-up, lingerie, shoes, hairstyle, etiquette, and in

my case, feminine hygiene."

  

"Oh, girl lessons!   That makes sense," she agreed.   "If I'm your wife now this

should be fairly easy.   It is a good thing that you have a California King mattress, or

else there wouldn't be room for both of your wives you, bigamist you.   When do I move

in?   Ooh, and what do you want me to teach you first?" Gwen was in fine form.

  

"I promised Mrs. Doug that we would go shopping after you got here, and I hate

to disappoint the little woman," Meka told her then wrapped her arms around me and

kissed my cheek.

  

"In that case we had better get you both dressed for the public, follow me ladies,"

with that said, Gwen marched into the bedroom.

  

"Judging by what I saw earlier, you two have figured out panties, and to some

extent bras.   We need to get you two into pantyhose, the outfits can go back on after

that later," she tossed a package to Meka and one to me.   "I am going out to my car and

bring in my overnight bag and make-up case.   When you put the pantyhose on, be sure

to bunch them up until you can just poke your toes in, and then un-bunch them as

you draw them up your legs.   Be careful and don't pull on them hard, or you will put

your finger through them."

  

Gwen left us to wrestle our pantyhose, while she went to her car.

  

Once I had them on the little light in my head went on, and I began to quicken

my pace and dressed quickly, "That goof!   I'll be right back Meka," since she, was

several stages behind me, "I have to go help Gwen.   The stuff she is bringing was hard

for me to carry when I was a big strapping man.   It will take at least three of four trips.  

That woman packs for a full week when she visits."

  

I scooted out the door, past the suitcase that was already waiting at the door, and

out to catch Gwen at her car, "Need a hand beautiful?"

  

She did her Southern Bell impression, "Wha ma deah are you trahin to pick lil ole

me up?"

  

"No way, you are bigger than I am now.   I just thought you could use some help

with carrying all of this stuff," I admitted, as I took her make-up case and another

small case, "And since you are so big and strong, you can take the big suitcase," I

giggled my head off, usually I was the big and strong one, and would carry the heavy

stuff.   This time, Gwen packed it she carries it.

  

We both trotted to my apartment together, and I asked her, "Is this all of it?"

  

"Yes, we have it all, why?" she looked at me suspiciously.

  

"I was wondering why you packed so light this time is all," I said as I tried to

maintain an innocent expression, but was failing miserably.

  

"Wow, it sure is you, in there Doug.   If you really were a girl, you would know

that I brought only the barest, essentials," she admonished me.

  

When we reached my front door, it was closed and locked.   The little light on top

of my head came on and I remarked, "Shit, I don't have my keys!"

  

"Don't worry Doug, I brought mine, I had to use them to open my car," she

explained, "usually they reside in my purse, which is on your end table at this

particular time.   No worry though, Meka is still in there and would open the door if we

knocked."   She whipped out her key and gained us access to my abode.

  

"You better go and get your plastic Doug, your whole wallet for that matter and

drop it in my purse, then meet me in the bathroom," she trotted off with her make-up

case, leaving all of the others in the living room.

  

I stuffed my wallet into Gwen's purse, then grabbed a couple of her bags, which I

could barely lift, and waddled them into the bedroom, where they could be unpacked

and permanently put away in the closet and dressers.

  

When I popped into the bathroom, Meka was sitting on a chair that was normally

in my bedroom, while Gwen was applying her war paint.

  

"This isn't going to be exactly right.   You have darker skin than either of us, so

most of my make-up will not be right for you, but we'll make do," she informed Meka as

she was just applying the finishing touches, "we will stop at the Estée Lauder, counter

in the mall and have them help pick out the right color tones for you.   Oh, hi Doug, and

you too."

  

"She will be done… now.   Okay Meka take a look and tell me if you like it," Gwen

spun Meka toward the mirror.

  

"Is that, me?   I look like the women on the television," she marveled.

  

Gwen used a hand towel to flick pretend hair off of the chair and hollered, "Next

victim!"

  

I gulped hard, and sat down in front of her saying, "Be gentle it's my first time."   I

was panting so fast that I was becoming, light headed.

  

"Relax silly, it's just a little make-up," she started with the foundation, and went

on from there.   When she was finished, I wanted to fuck me.

  

"I don't know if I want to go with you two, now," Gwen told us, "with you two

along, I'll be the ugly one," she bemoaned her own good work.

  

"Don't worry Gwen there will be plenty of leftovers," I teased as I stood and

inspected her work again.

  

She slapped my ample ass in retribution, "Quit gawking at yourselves, and let's

get on with it."

  

We all marched out to Gwen's car and spent hours shopping, buying clothed,

underwear, dresses, blouses, skirts, slacks, shoes, purses, make-up, and even feminine

protection.

  

On our way home Gwen dragged us through a grocery where we picked up two

hundred bucks in groceries, and yes bagboy, we wanted help out with that.

  

It took us a dozen trips each to unload Gwen's SUV.   We put away the groceries,

but all agreed that we were too bushed to do it all.

  

Meka and I stumbled into the bedroom, with Gwen lagging behind a few seconds.  

When she caught up with us, she had two baby doll nighties in her hands, "You

lovelies might want to put these on.   You are going to look so hot, but not until you

march into the bathroom and remove that make-up ladies."

  

"Oh, do we have to," I moaned like a nine year old.

  

"Jump to it girls or no sex tonight," she clapped her hands sharply in a motherly

fashion.   She followed us in and showed us the miracle of cold cream.

  

We turned out the lights and dropped into bed, and no, we didn't have sex, it was

a really tough day after all.

  

The next morning on the other hand was something else entirely.

  

I don't know who decided that I was the meat in this sandwich, but when I

opened my eyes, I had Meka on one side and Gwen on the other and they seemed to

have a new fascination with my tits.

  

"Look how her little legs go rigid and quiver when you suck these perfect, huge,

jiggly orbs.   And look at the way her head thrashes back and forth," Gwen told Meka as

she manipulated my nipple.

  

"Did you notice her toes are clenched and her feet are pointed?" Meka returned.

  

"Mmmm yes, Doug?   Do you want any thing dear?" Gwen asked innocently.

  

"Fuck me, fuck me.   Please fuck me," I begged.

  

"It sounds like our little Doug here is a slut.   All right since you asked so nice.  

Gwen, go ahead with that lovely strap-on," Meka urged.

  

There is no way to describe it to someone without a vulva, what being penetrated

like that feels like.   You'll just have to believe me, if it is done right, it feels wonderful.

  

Gwen banged me while Meka suckled and diddled my clit.

  

My only job at that point was to deafen the neighborhood dogs.

  

Those two wicked women made me orgasm twice and then, Gwen used her tonsil

tickler on my clit, ducking into my vagina from time to time, to make me cum again.  

When it looked like I could take no more, they nuzzled me and held me until I could

control my body again.

  

"Doog?   Is Doog good?" Meka teased me.

  

Gwen snickered, "Is that how you talked before you came here?   That is so hot!  

You could have half the men in this city with that native girl routine.   There would be a

line at the front door half a mile long waiting their turn," she informed Meka.

  

"When I pulled Doug into my world, that's all the better I could talk.   I spent two

days watching television, and practicing before I could become somewhat proficient in

your language," Meka assured Gwen.

  

I was, recovered enough for that to bring up a question, "Two days?   I, fainted for

two days?"

  

"Not exactly…   I gave you something to keep you asleep.   The transformation can

be a great strain on a man.   I felt it was best," she admitted.

  

"You went two days without eating?" I asked not believing that she had.

  

"No Doug, I made a couple trips to the village so that they would know where we

were, and what had happened to you.   Oh and two of your wives will be visiting us in…

oops!   About a minute," she leapt out of bed in her baby doll, with us following more

slowly.

  

There were two women standing in the living room looking completely lost, but

once they saw Meka, their faces lit up and they ran to hug her.

  

They chattered away in the singsong language I remembered.   I heard, "Doog,"

and saw Meka point at me.   It was a good thing I was paying attention because they

shot down the hallway and latched onto me hugging me from both sides.

  

They started kissing my cheeks saying, "Doog," they were saying other words I

did not know as well, but I knew they were happy to see me.

  

Meka was still talking to them, when suddenly they let me go and latched onto

Gwen, saying, "Gween."   Close enough I guess, because it brought a huge smile to her

face, as they kissed her too.

  

"What did you tell them?" I asked Meka, curious to know.

  

"I told them to greet your newest wife and that she will be a great asset to our

world," Meka told me in a conspiratorial whisper.

  

"Why did you have them come?" I continued.

  

"Well Doug, they are your wives, and we are going to need more of our village

women who can speak your language.   I figured that we can use some help while you,

Gwen, and I are setting up all of the different things we talked about," she logically

concluded, "they love you very much as well, and to help out they will see to it that we

are provided food and comfort.   They are very motivated and have now come to believe

that you are the key to saving our world."

  

"Damn, that is one hell of a heavy load you want to drop on me," I exclaimed as I

watched Gwen be, molested.

  

"I have carried it alone long enough.   If you do not wish to accept it I will

understand," her lower lip stuck out in a pout.

  

"I didn't say I wouldn't do it, it was a shock to know that what we plan to do is

that important," I hugged her, "I'm sorry that you had to shoulder this great

responsibility by yourself for so long."

  

"It has been difficult, especially knowing that there was such little hope," she

affirmed.

  

"With that portal gizmo of yours, why haven't you linked it to my world long

before this?" I asked her incredulous that she hadn't used it sooner.

  

"We had no way to establish a connection until you crashed near an old portal

site in the Amazon, your close proximity and unique mental resonance was what

allowed me to make the link.   I have been searching for such a link every day since I

was a small girl.   When my father had come from there in the past, my mother had

been so excited that she accidentally jumbled the settings, so we lost our connection.  

When you came through, I made quite certain, of what the settings were.   So, when you

wanted to come back, I interfaced to your, ah… how to put this, well the closest is,

'your feeling of home,' which brought us straight here," she stopped to catch her

breath, "just before we left last time I locked the controls so that only I can change

them from this location."

  

"Now do you see why you are held in such high esteem by our people?" she

smiled at me as she gazed into my eyes.

  

"Well I promise that I will do my best to get as many of our women knocked up as

I can.   I will predict that English is going to be a very popular subject in the village," I

surmised.

  

"Gwen have they hugged the tar out of you yet?" I asked her as we approached.

  

"Who are they Doug?" she asked wide eyed.

  

"Maybe Meka should explain," I quickly passed this hot potato, it looked like one

of those times that she would be far better at smoothing things over than I.

  

"Let me introduce you to Beath, and Windy, also wives to Doug," she, matter of

factly stated.   "They will be so pleased to have you as part of our family!"

  

"What?" Gwen screeched.   "How many of us are there?"

  

"About twenty, these two the ten that are pregnant, you, six others, and me,"

Meka declared as though it was the most natural thing in the world.   When she saw the

look on Gwen's face she added, "Doug was a very busy boy back in the village."

  

"No wonder you ran away.   They turned you into the village bicycle," Gwen

snorted after saying that, "I would have thought you were in stud heaven."

  

"Actually, I ran away because I was starting to loose my desire to come home," I

told her, blushing bright red.

  

Meka jumped in with, "Just as it happened to my father/mother, another reason

we could no longer lock onto his 'home identity'."

  

"Don't worry Gwen, your sister wives are here to help out and to travel back and

forth carrying news and goods.   They will join us in bed though, if you want," Meka

teased.   At least I hope she was teasing.

  

"They sure are an affectionate pair," Gwen declared, "Doug, how are you going to

support all of this? "

  

"First thing I suggest that we all get dressed.   Beath and Windy, are starting to

become over stimulated," I told them, pointing to the ladies who were touching and

stroking our baby dolls.

  

"Eh hem," Meka cleared her throat, giving the ladies a 'look'.   Then she turned to

us and said, "Good idea, you two jump in the shower and I'll be right behind you.   I

want to give some instructions and make sure no one gets too curious until we can

educate them better."

  

After showering and dressing, (Gwen made both Meka and I do some of our own

make-up) we met Beath and Windy in the living room, whereupon sitting on the sofa,

Beath and Windy started serving us breakfast.

  

"Where did all of this come from?" I asked incredulous, for I was looking upon a

miniature version of the banquet of two weeks ago.

  

"I had some of the wives setup camp in the temple, as support liaisons," Meka

informed us as she dug into the piles of food we had in front of us.

  

Gwen remarked, "Damn girl, you are good," then started looking over the

offerings.

  

I already had my favorites, so I helped her out, offering different selections and

describing them in Earth terms.

  

Once done Gwen and I started teaching the women about the appliances in the

kitchen, stove, refrigerator, dish washer running water, and where all of my dishes and

silverware was stored.   It was a harder task than you might think.   Every time we

showed them something, it took ten minutes to calm them down.   They were like kids

in a candy store.   Teaching them about the water closet…   Well don't even ask!

  

When things had calmed down, the three of us wives had a powwow in the living

room.

  

Gwen started again with, "Okay Doug, we're dressed and fed, back to the

question, how are you going to support all of these wives?"

  

"Obviously we need money and a lot of it, fast," I agreed, "Let's find out who the

biggest competitor to Pfizer is, and send them a sampler with a note in it."

  

Gwen jumped in with, "I can see it now, 'Gentlemen these chocolates are laced

with a chemical more powerful and safer than your competitor's product, Viagra.  

Please have a nosh and jump your wives, then give us a call.'   They would throw it into

the trash and think someone was playing a trick on them."

  

"Good point," I agreed, "It probably means that we should take it to them in

person, which will take time and money."

  

"Which are in short supply," Gwen agreed, looking pensive.

  

"How about the brandy?" I suggested, knowing full well some of the problems

there.

  

"No license, import, or production.   We might be able to set that up, but it will

take some time," Gwen supplied, deep in thought.

  

"Too bad we don't have a fist full of diamonds or a gold brick," I bemoaned our

lack thereof.

  

"'Gold, diamonds?'   Would a cart full help?" Meka asked.

  

"A cart like the carts that were being pushed around the village?" I asked.

  

"Exactly," she affirmed.

  

I looked at Gwen, "Do you think a cart full of gold, or diamonds would help?"

  

"If it is in the form of statuary or jewelry, we would be able to buy the whole

apartment complex, a truckload of bras, and strapons," Gwen declared, "You aren't

kidding me are you Meka?"

  

"Oh no, we can get you as much of those kinds of things as you desire, I will send

some of the women to the cities to collect some more of them, after we clear out one of

the storage rooms at the temple.   The ladies can only push one small cart, with those

things on it, at a time.   They are very heavy.   Many of those kinds of items were stored

at the temple long ago.   It holds little value for us now," she admitted.

  

I am so glad there were no flies buzzing around my apartment.   Between Gwen

and I, we would have had our mouths full.

  

Meka started waving her hands in front of our faced,faces, "Are you all right?"

  

I shook my head, to clear it, "Wow, problem solved," I looked at Gwen, "We'll have

to be careful how we dispose of it at first, but we should be able to turn it into cash."

  

"Well that solves the money problem, so what we need to do next is Gwen and

Meka get the measurements of the first of our sisters that can be taught English and

are not pregnant, but who want to be.   While I go and rent as many of the apartments

in this complex as I can, at least until we can pay cash for the whole complex.   Once we

have the girls speaking and dressing well enough, we'll set them up in the apartments,

take them nightclubbing, so they can bring some unsuspecting lotharios home and

have the daylights fucked out of them," I announced, as I grabbed my new purse and

all, getting ready to do as I had planned.

  

"Hold up there Doug!" Gwen admonished, "Don't you believe that the manager

might not think it strange that a bimbo was signing 'Doug Gordon', to her checkbook

with the name Doug Gordon on it?"

  

"Not such a well, thought-out plan, eh?" I agreed,

  

"I'm sure from that side you forget what you look like sometimes, it's easier to

remember from this side," she pointed at my hooters, and giggled, obviously joined in

with by Meka.

  

"Now that you have had your fun at my expense, what would you suggest we do

to remedy this little problem?" I asked obviously miffed.

  

"Looks like two big problems to me," and they started up giggling again.

  

I just stood there with my little arms crossed on top of my breasts, which for

some reason they also found immensely funny.

  

By the time, they wiped the tears from their eyes, and stopped, I was starting to

storm out of the room, when Beath and Windy stopped me and comforted me, as they

bitched out Meka.

  

All four women dragged me back to the sofa, and the two non-English speaking

members were still speaking angrily at Meka.

  

Meka quickly had a change of attitude, "I am sorry Doug.   You have been doing

so well as a woman, I forgot how difficult it is on the newly transformed, as our wives

have quite fervently reminded me.   They have told me, that they should kick my ass,

take you to bed, and make sure that I do not join you.   Believe me they are quite

serious too!"

  

Gwen's eyes were big and round when she heard this, "They wouldn't really…  

You are a priestess, aren't you?"

  

"That fact would not save me their wrath," she shared with Gwen.

  

"They would beat you up for teasing Doug?" she asked wide eyed again.

  

"Oh no.   They would beat me senseless," she informed Gwen.

  

"Doug we were only kidding.   If you don't perk up I think there is going to be one

hell of a cat fight, and Meka and I won't come out on top of it," Gwen urged, huddling

close to Meka.

  

I kissed Beath and Windy, making sure they knew that I appreciated them, and

then shoed them into the kitchen.

  

"They weren't going to get in a fight with you were they," I asked Meka not quite

believing her myself.

  

Meka held out her trembling hand as evidence.

  

Gwen saw that and went pale.

  

I sat next to Meka, and held her to calm her down.

  

"Gwen did you have any suggestions as to how we can accomplish our tasks,

without getting me arrested?" I asked her as I held a very scared Meka.

  

"I won't let them hurt you Meka so calm down," I told my trembling wife.

  

"I was accused of a most heinous crime, by them and if they had not been able to

defeat us, others would have come and finished the job.   It is, thought very bad form to

ridicule the newly transformed.   I will not do it again, nor will I allow Gwen to," she

promised, "Thank you for saving us and making me feel better."

  

I received a very earnest and passionate kiss.

  

Gwen started, "Uh, Doug?   Do you still want to know what we can do?" asking in

a timid voice.

  

"Sure Gwen," I replied nonchalantly.

  

"I can go and rent the apartments, you just go on lineon-line and transfer some

money to my account," she explained."

  

"Sure no trouble.   We'll hold down the fort," I answered.

  

"Before I go Doug, I have to say I'm not sure I can deal with this whole

subservient thing, just because you are the 'husband'," she remarked as she picked up

her purse.

  

Meka had finally stopped shaking, "Not because he/she is the husband, and no

one is being subservient.   Doug has just gone through one of the greatest traumas a

man can.   To make sport of someone in his/her position is thought to be cruel."

  

"Oh my, I had not thought of it in those terms, until now.   I apologize too, Doug,"

she kissed me and headed to the office.

  

"Feeling better Meka?" I asked her loosening my grip, "I have to go transfer some

funds to Gwen's account.   Do you want to come and watch?"

  

"Sure Doug, because I have no idea what the words you just said mean," she

stood up, and accompanied me, to the computer and watched as I booted up, went on

line, and transferred the money to Gwen's checking account. (I had done this before, so

her account number was already on my system.)

  

"It works somewhat like the portal, a bit less sophisticated, but I think I will be

able to manage with only a bit of tutoring," she said with confidence.

  

"It's nice to know that the portal is Windows compatible.   I, just wonder,I just

wonder how Gates managed that one?" I rambled.

  

"Not gates, portal, it works like the portal," insisted Meka.

  

"Never mind Meka, I'll explain later," I assured her, should we find the time I

would tell her of Microsoft.

  

"Let's go and start to show the other wives the ways of this world.   I can't wait to

see their faces when they wear a bra for the first time," I was thinking of my first time

and how wonderful it felt.

  

Meka started to blush, "I am not sure that I can face them yet."

  

"Come on, let's grab a couple of your bras, and confront them, (No way, would

one of mine fit them, unless they plan on wearing them on their heads.)" I urged her.

  

"I know that they will wear them with enthusiasm, and feel so pretty, that maybe

they will forgive me," she surmised, quickly snatching up a few bras and taking them

with us.

  

She offered the bras to the others, who would not take them until I kissed Meka

on the cheek.

  

"Thank you, Doug.   They see you have forgiven me, so they will also, this time,"

she told me, sounding ominously like she was skating a very thin line.

  

The women had no objections at all with me helping them into their bras, though

they presented Meka with repeated looks of disgust.

  

I finally had to grab their hands and hold them all together, before they would

begin to warm up to each other again.

  

"Thanks Doug, I have never seen them so angry," she sighed in relief.

  

"I was not all that upset, I don't know why, but normally I'm not so thin skinned,"

I admitted with as much introspection as I dared.

  

"You are still trying to become used to the hormones twisting your psyche," she

informed me.

  

"Oh, you are still on, the stolen manhood thing, eh?" I asked her.

  

"So how long have you been menstruating Doug?   Have you any PMS that you are

experiencing?   You are having issues, and will have trouble for some time to come dear.  

That is why it is so, looked down upon, by my people to treat a new woman, badly.   We

women of experience need to help the poor unfortunates with the transition.   We have

been, blessed with the time to acclimate to our bodies.   The newly transformed need

our understanding and help.   It is the feminine way," she informed me.

  

We heard the front door open, "Doug, Meka, you still here?"

  

"In here!" we yelled together.

  

She met us in the living room, "We now have four new apartments all

surrounding this one."

  

"Good work Gwen," I declared, "We'll get these beauties knocked up yet."

  

"Thanks Doug," she told me, "could we talk about your name now?" she asked as

she sat next to me on the sofa.

  

"What's wrong with my name?" I put to her.

  

"Well to be perfectly honest Doug, you no longer look as though you should be

called, Doug," she stated emphatically.

  

"I have been thinking about that quite earnestly," I, replied, "There aren't any

obvious female versions of 'Doug'."

  

I heard Meka and my two protectors hold a short discussion, and then she

turned and informed us, "By unanimous decision, we wish to submit a name that

means, 'Gift of God'."

  

Gwen and I exchanged looks, hers was impressed, and mine was scarlet.

  

I stammered out, "I'm honored, I just hope it sounds like a regular 'American'

type name.   What is it?"

  

"We have decided that you should be named Dolly, our gift from God," she

pronounced proudly, a solemn expression on hers, and the other's faces.

  

Before I could utter a word Gwen piped in with, "It's perfect!   I agree, Dolly, is

Doug's new name."   (She was as aware as I, the association of 'large bust', and Dolly

Pardon, which explains her quick decision.)

  

"Ah… but… uh…" was my intellectual response until I realized that I was out

voted.   "Okay, call me Dolly," I responded resigned to my fate.

  

"You do not look so pleased, with your new name Dolly," Meka asked with a

puzzled expression.

  

Gwen, always the tease, told her, "Dolly is just stunned by the great honor, you

have done her," suppressing the giggle that I knew was, wanting to burst from her.

  

Meka told the other wives and I was smothered by women squealing, "Dolly."

  

When it all died down, Gwen was eager to make it official, "The first thing that we

need to do, is change everything, your checking account, and anything else that we can

to just 'D Gordon'.   Then I think that we need to get you a birth certificate, with a bit

younger age, and the name 'Dolly Ann Gordon', affixed to it.   After everyone sees you

using your 'D Gordon' identity long enough, we will be able to convince most of them

that someone miss-entered your information into their computer systems.   I'll be able

to verify it is really you, and you always have been a woman."

  

"Great, it sounds like a plan Gwen.   I hadn't come to the realization that I cannot

be 'Doug' anymore.   Although 'Doug' is the only one who can legally prove to be a

citizen and have my money and possessions," I told her, but I started to cry anyway.

  

Meka held me, "Why are you crying Dolly?"

  

"I don't know.   It's like 'Doug' is dead, and I miss me," I blubbered.

  

Meka looked over at Gwen, "This is normal for someone who has been

transformed.   She is struggling with a new identity."

  

I wound up in the center of a group hug.

  

"I'm okay now.   Can I breath, please," I asked, since I'm the littlest of the group,

they hadn't realized that they were crushing me.

  

Gwen announced, "We have to finish getting, Beath and Windy dressed.   I am

taking everyone out for Ice cream."

  

"Can I make a suggestion?" I asked.

  

"Sure," the two English speakers replied.

  

"It's about names.   Windy is a normal name around here, but Beath is way

different.   Would she object to us calling her Beth?" I asked, not wanting to insult her,

but her name was close to Beth and it would make things on Earth easier for her.

  

Meka explained to her and she agreed to the change.

  

We dolled everyone up and drove us all to, 'Swensen's Ice Cream Factory &

Shoppe', where we entered, and were seated by a very nervous looking fellow.

  

"What's wrong with him, he acted like… I don't know," I asked Gwen in a near

whisper.

  

"Turn on your old hound dog, male mind Dolly, and then pan back and look at

what is seated at this table," Gwen coached.

  

"I never thought of that.   We are five very hot looking babes," I told her, with a

very strange mix of feelings.

  

"Bingo!" she answered.

  

Gwen wound up ordering for us all, her main theme being, 'Chocolate'.

  

When we were, served and the expression on our otherworldly wife's faces, were

delightful.   They all had a mixture of shock, surprise, and enjoyment written there

undeniably.

  

Meka, the spokeswoman, declared, "Never have we tasted such a food."

  

Windy had been shoveling it in a bit too fast, and cried out, not knowing the

source of the pain.

  

I handed her the water glass and after a couple of sips, she relaxed.

  

I told Meka, "Brain freeze, when you eat something frozen too fast, the back of

your throat gets too cold.   She just has to eat a little slower, and it won't happen

again."

  

Meka translated, and the women went back to enjoying their treats.

  

When we finished, and were driving back to my apartment, I suggested that we

stop at the grocery store and pick up more ice cream, which we did.

  

Once inside my place I grabbed Meka and asked if we could all bring the ice

cream to our other wives in the jungle.   She hugged me and said, "Dolly, your wives will

be so grateful.   We can tell them your new name as well."

  

We were mobbed the instant that we stepped through the portal, with much

hugging and squealing.

  

Meka announced, in her native tongue, my name is now Dolly, the only word she

uttered which I recognized.

  

They responded with uproarious approval.   Of course, none of them had seen me

since the transformation, so many were intensely fascinated with my boobs.   That led

to their discovery of brassieres, which of course meant that I was disrobed to the waist.  

There was much groping and caressing, and Meka almost had to take a fire hose to

them to save me.

  

I found out later she had to promise there would be a rotation, where they each

would get to bed me, like had been, done when I first came to them.   It seems the ladies

wanted to play with my girls.

  

When we passed out the ice cream, (I had brought plastic bowls and spoons.)

there was much showing of gratitude.   I tried to get Meka to tell them it was Gwen's

idea, but Gwen wouldn't let her.   I wound up covered with ice cream from the waist up,

with all of the kissing, from ice cream covered faces.

  

Beth and Windy were nearly, stripped by the women examining their new

clothing, which they were proud to display.

  

Meka had to promise that they all would be wearing clothing just like it soon and

that as soon as they managed to learn English, they would all be taught to pick up

men, which had the women cheering and promising to study very hard.

  

The men of Reno were in for a treat and some very enthusiastic sexual partners.

  

We popped back to the apartment with two more wives who were, taken in hand

by Windy and Beth to be shown, around and introduced to the wonders of Earth.   Later

the four of them will be seated in front of that 'wonderful teaching device' to absorb

English.

  

While that was going on, I jumped on the internet trying to look for resources

that could help me establish my new Identity, and learned a new term, 'transgendered',

which took me to all kinds of different sites.   I soon learned of a 'Therapist' in Reno

from a site called 'http://www.drbecky.com/therapists.html'.

  

I called the number and asked to speak with the therapist, and obviously, she

could not come to the phone.   I left a real hook to get her to call me, I told the

receptionist that I have a new cure for gender dysphoria, and want to discuss with her,

the exclusive rights for her in Nevada, and please have her call me soonest.

  

Twenty minutes later the phone rang with a woman on the other end who told me

her name and continued with, "This is probably some kind of sales job from a drug

company, like Prozac that won't really help, but I still had to call, on the outside chance

that you are not B.S.ing me."

  

"Actually, I have a cure that you will not believe until you see it Doctor.   This

might sound strange, but I have discovered a way to turn men into fully functioning

women.   You see it happened to me, quite by accident," I took a deep breath and

continued, "I was calling you first to find out how I can establish a new identity, since I

am not male anymore.   Can you help me?   If you can or even if you can't can I arrange

with you to visit me at my apartment, so that I may show you how we can help your

patients?"

  

"Your apartment?   I am very hesitant to go to the apartment belonging to

someone, which I have never met.   Is it alright if I bring a friend?" she offered.

  

"Male or female?" I asked back.

  

"Does it matter?" she asked suspiciously.

  

"If you bring a male, bring a transgendered male or they won't be allowed the full

demonstration, it is simply too dangerous, that is if he wants to continue being male," I

informed her.

  

"You must be joking!   Just to visit your apartment, a man would not remain a

man?" she said incredulously.

  

"No, I said if he wanted to view the demonstration, he would not remain a man.  

You'll understand after you visit.   When would you like to come over?" I inquired.

  

"It's four O'clock and I'm through for today.   Let me have twenty minutes to grab

some paperwork, and call a friend, and I'll be on my way," she agreed and I told her my

address, we would see her in about an hour.

  

When I told Gwen she was ecstatic, and she asked, "Well is she bringing a man or

a woman?"

  

"She never told me, so we'll see when she gets here."

  

**********

  

When Dr. X (I don't want to get sued or have the poor woman buried in phone

calls) showed up, she had with her a man wearing a dress, and it was painfully

obvious.

  

We were, introduced all around and I started with, "Hi I'm Dolly," dumb huh?   I

quickly recovered my balance with, "The former Doug Gordon.   Until two weeks ago, I

was a man."

  

The big guy in the dress gasped loudly.

  

I picked up an old photo of myself and showed it to them, "That's me, or it was

me anyway.   If I had put on a dress, I would have looked like…" I let it drop realizing it

would be impolite.  

  

"You met my wives.   Yes, I said wives.   Three of them sitting here with us, were

not from around here.   You will understand shortly.   Am I correct in assuming that

Francis here is suffering gender Dysphoria?" I asked knowing the answer, but I thought

it best to make certain.

  

"Yes, Francis has been living as a woman for five months now," Dr. X confirmed.

  

"That's a hell of a lot longer than I have.   Anyway, are you ready to see why I

brought you here?" I stood up preparing to lead them on, "Oh, and I am going to need

your most solemn vow to never tell anyone about, what you are about to see."

  

Both made their promises.

  

Dr. X handed me the large manila envelope she had been carrying and said, "This

is everything that you will need to change your identity, except my signatures on the

documents, which if what you claim is true I will be more than happy to provide."

  

"Oh Dolly, that's wonderful," Gwen hugged me excitedly.

  

"Thanks Gwen," I hugged her back, "Last chance Francis, if you follow me there

is no going back, you will be sitting down to pee for the rest of your life."

  

"I will also be thanking you every time I do," was his answer.

  

We led them into the back room, "Hold our hands, you are not going to believe

this," and promptly walked them through a solid looking wall.

  

In the stone temple, all of my other wives surrounded us quickly but were,

shooed off by Meka.

  

"You were lucky Meka was here," I told Francis, "My wives would have nearly

fucked you to death if she hadn't sent them packing."

  

His eyes grew big and round.

  

Dr. X, just looked puzzled, so I started negotiating, "Francis here is going to be

the only freebie, the next man who wants a change will have to agree to stay male for a

month at least, before being changed, to provide stud services."

  

"That might be a problem, most of the transgendered men once they reach

Francis's stage have been, well… chemically castrated by hormones," she informed me.

  

"That's not a problem.   My wives have a kind of super-Viagra that would bring

him around in twenty minutes whether he thought he could or not.   Come along

Francis, let's go loose Mr. Happy, and fulfill your dreams," I started marching them up

the hill to where we had spotted the plant, the last time.

  

When we neared it, Francis passed by me, walking in a trance like state, toward

the 'lady in white lure', and just as it happened to me, Francis was taken, except, he

didn't struggle.

  

Dr. X screamed, "Oh my God… Francis!"   However, the only evidence left of him,

was a big overstuffed pea pod.

  

"That's all there is, other than to come back in a week and help the beautiful

Frances back to Earth," I realized my mistake the instant I said it, but too late the

Doctor folded up like tissue paper.

  

We carried her down to the temple and five or six of us lie with her until she

came around.

  

"Feeling better Doctor?" I asked.

  

"Oh my God, I'm half naked in a bed with five women," she screeched.

  

"Don't worry they won't molest you, unless you ask them nicely," I giggled and

pulled away from her so she wouldn't feel like she was covered in tits.   "You were in

shock.   This is the old jungle remedy they use to bring you out of it."

  

"Come on girls let's get dressed, and take the good Doctor back to my place," I

announced, and Meka translated.

  

Once on the sofa, again I told the Doctor my long and strange story, and asked

her about my proposal.

  

She agreed that if Frances comes back like I promised, she would put the

proposal to a select few of her patients, and if they were unwilling to perform the sex

part, other arrangements might be made, like sperm donors, or substitute studs.

  

We shook hands and agreed to meet in five days, during which we were quite

busy, selling jewelry and such.

  

The day arrived and we ported back with a picnic lunch to await Frances's birth.  

We didn't have to wait long.   Meka had plenty of experience with the plants so she had

calculated the birthing time almost exactly.

  

We watched it fold open and the different tendrils as they released her.   Meka

helped her stand up, and a beautiful redhead with about a D cup bust, who stood

around five foot two, came walking toward us.

  

"Francis, is that you?" Dr. X asked.

  

"Bet your sweet ass it's me!" she declared.

  

"That was the code phrase we work out.   This is unbelievable.   You can really

change a man into a woman.   Ca… Can she have babies?" she asked

  

"Only if you can get some man to fuck her, then yes, she can have babies," I

teased.

  

Frances came over to me blubbering her sweet heart out, hugged me, Meka,

Gwen and finally Dr. X.   "I'm a real girl.   I can feel it.   Thank you, thank you," she

declared.

  

Dr. X was crying, so I asked, "Why are you crying?   Are you just happy for her?"

  

"No, now I wish I hadn't had the surgery to become a woman.   This is so much

better," she wailed.

  

I hugged her, "You are still genetically male aren't you?"

  

She stammered, "Y… ye… yes, I suppose I am, why?"

  

"You had better call your office and tell them you are on vacation for five days,

then," I told her.

  

"You mean… I can still do it?" she squealed.

  

"I don't, see why, not?   Damn I did say that Frances was the only freebie, well I

guess you will just have to help us by sending clients to see us, and we'll call that the

fee.   Okay with you?" I looked deep into her eyes smiling.

  

She pulled out a pocket recorder, spoke into it briefly, and said, "Just play that

over the phone to my receptionist, I can't wait," she marched strait into the maw of the

plant and declared, "Take me!"

  

Five days later Dr. X was so happy she boinked the lot of us.

  

**********

  

That was two years ago, we own our own apartment complex now.   Our drug is in

the final approval stages by the FDA.   The village if five times the size it was when first I

was there, and I am now eight months pregnant.   Isn't life strange?

  

The End

  

COPYRIGHT:

  

Pea Pod   (Version 1.4)

By Wholeman

  

Everything else is Copyright (c) 2003, by: Stone on the Moor LTD.   Freely archived, copied,

transmitted, and redistributed, printed, fantasized about or masturbated to or used to

perpetuate marital bliss.   (Just don't tell her you read this stuff)

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A GREAT story! I love the fi

A GREAT story! I love the first one too. I was up til the wee hours of the morning reading this one. It had everything I like in a good story, good humor, sc-fi, hot lesbian sex, good plot (I almost forgot that one because of all the kinky sex :-)), and very readable. You really do have a big boob fetish though, but that's not necessarily a bad thing........

Keep writing your stories! I'm making my way backwards through your other ones.

Helva

Pea Pod - The Return

Helva,

Thank You for the comment.

I always love to hear that someone likes one of my stories enough they have to finish them, even if it is just left handed. he he he

Big hug and thanks again,

Holly Wholeman

Yes, the weird author with the boob fetish.

Yes, the weird author with the boob fetish.

Very Nice

A very enjoyable story as usual. I'm looking foward to the next one.

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