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All that Glitters is not Gold (full version)
by Jennifer
The arid equatorial sun beat down on me like a sledge hammer.
Sweat was pouring down my back. God . . . it must have been
over 95 degrees out here with a humidity to match, but hey, what
else should I expect from some damn `third world' jungle. After
days of hacking through underbrush and hours of digging, the edge
of what appeared to be some sort of metal object became visible.
Dropping to my knees, I began to wipe the perspiration from my
eyes so that I could clearly see the task before me. I carefully used
my tools to excavate around it. The last thing I wanted to do after
all of this time was to damage it. After considerable effort, it
began to break away. "My God . . ." I thought. "It's probably a
thousand years old!" It appeared to be some sort of cylindrical
box, roughly the size of a dinner plate. Being careful so as not to
damage it, I gently pulled it free. I used my broom to clear away
some of the dried earth from its' top, and then using the water from
my canteen, began to rinse it off. The dirt started to clear,
revealing some ancient text and symbols. "Hmmm . . . I wish my
Mayan was a little better . . ." The box was beautiful. It seemed
to be pressed out of some type of copper alloy, perhaps bronze, but
it was hard to tell as time and the elements had taken their toll.
"Wow!" I said in wonderment. "I wonder what the hell is in here?"
I swatted a few mosquitoes away from my face and took a better
look at the latch. "Well . . . at least I don't need a key" I thought.
The latch slid open fairly easily. I was cautious so as not to force
it . . . I gently cracked open the box. As I pulled the lid back, the
darkness inside the box gave way to the burning intensity of the
midday sun. Inside was a small statue and a piece of folded up
parchment. I lifted up the statue to examine it, the sun causing it to
glitter and sparkle. "My God!" I gasped. "This is incredible. I've
never seen anything like it." The ornate figurine was carved out of
some type of semi-transparent crystalline rock that almost
resembled the look of an uncut diamond. Its shape was that of a
man, but with the wings of a bird, and the head of a feathered
serpent . . . "Obviously a tribute to some ancient deity . . ." I
muttered. The figurine sat atop a small base that appeared to be
made of solid gold. "Yes!" I thought. The Mesoamericans of the
post classic time period (900 - 1500 AD) were hardly known for
their detailed craftsmanship. But this statue was obviously the
exception to the rule. The serpents' eyes seemed almost alive as I
gazed into them. I sat for a moment taking in the glory the
workmanship and then quickly put it down. "I almost forgot." I
said as I reached for the parchment. I unfolded the dry paper
gently revealing its ancient message. "Ahh . . . most definitely
Mayan." I understood only a few words and symbols, but I clearly
recognized the word of Uxmal (an ancient Mayan city) and the
glyph of Kulkulcan (the god of civilization). "So that's who you
are my little friend . . . "I said as I glanced down at the statue.
"I've got to get this to somebody who can translate this. . . " I
quickly placed the parchment and the statue back in the box, and
after securing it comfortably in my back pack, grabbed my
machete, and began hacking a path back to civilization.
My name is Colton Smith, and archeology is more than a passing
fancy for me. Fortunately I had married a dumb and fairly wealthy
woman which enabled me to frequently go on excursions similar to
this one. I'd been all over the world looking for treasure. The
thrill of discovery and the potential financial gain made it an
addicting pastime. One day, I was going to find something of
significant value, and it was that prospect that brought me here . . .
to the northern part of Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula. A couple of
months ago, a friend of mine came back from an expedition near
the ancient site of Etzna. He returned with some broken pieces of
pottery and a beautiful necklace. As it happened, some of the
stones in the necklace turned out to be very valuable and he sold it
to a museum for quite a profit. After learning of his good fortune,
I decided to try my luck down hear too. Besides, it gave me
another reason to get away from my wife. If it weren't for her
bank account, I would have dumped her long ago. Hell . . . we
didn't even have good sex. I'd had many affairs over the past few
years, but fortunately she was too stupid to discover my cheating
ways. Actually, it worked out pretty well . . . I could have my cake
and eat it too.
As the sun started to set, I decided that it was time to break camp
for the night. After downing some dehydrated beef stew and
vegetables, I eagerly reopened the box to gaze at my find. "Damn .
. . I sure hope that this thing is a diamond." I said as I held it up to
catch the last rays of the setting sun. I turned it back and forth to
watch the light dance through it. "Well, if it's not a diamond, it's
got to be worth something!" I placed it back in the box and closed
the lid. "Guess I'd better get the tent set up" I thought. I
unpacked the nylon tent, assembled the frame, and started to drive
the stakes into the dry earth. I should have kept my mind on more
of what I was doing . . . "Shit!!!" I screamed. "God damn it!!!" I
had just sliced my left hand while hammering in the last one. It
was cut pretty deep, but after awhile, I managed to get the bleeding
under control. I bandaged it up and decided to hit the sack for the
evening.
It took me a couple of days, but I finally broke through the trees
and saw the city of Merida in the distance. By now my injured
hand was throbbing with pain. I needed to get to a doctor, but
unfortunately, it was too late in the day. It would have to wait
until morning. I decided to make my way to town and concentrate
on finding a hotel for the night. After a little searching, I stumbled
across a small, but adequate hotel. "The Hilton it is not . . ." I
thought. "But after over a week in the jungle . . . all I want is to
get cleaned up and sleep in a bed!" The old man at the front desk
greeted me and asked me if I needed a room. I replied in broken
Spanish as best I could. I paid him in advance and made my way
up to my room. Inside, the accommodations were hardly luxurious
but at least there was a bed. I glanced in the bathroom and was
happy to see a tub. "Ahhh . . . that's going to hit the spot" I
thought. After unpacking some things, I quickly went to the
bathroom and began to fill the tub with steaming hot water. As it
filled I opened the box and picked up the statue to get another look
at it. As I held the statue in my right hand, I reached with my free
hand to close the box. "Ouch!" Every time I twisted my thumb the
wrong way, it hurt like hell! "Damn . . . I hope it's not infected,
that's the last thing I need." I pulled off the bandage and raised my
hand up to examine it. I thought to myself . . . "I sure hope this
gets better soon . . ." As I looked at it I could hardly believe my
eyes. Slowly, but most definitely, I watched as the wound began to
heal before my very eyes! In a few seconds, it was completely
gone! I was almost too stunned to notice, but an eerie glow in the
room caught my attention. As I glanced down at my right hand,
the statue was emitting a pale amber light! The eyes almost
seemed to sparkle. Out of fear, I tossed the statue onto the bed
where the light continued for a moment and then began to fade.
"Holy shit! What the fuck was that!" I held my hand up again and
looked at the healed wound. "My God . . . what have I found . . ."
I spent a sleepless night rolling about, thinking about what had
transpired. It seemed as if morning would never come, but when it
finally did, I was more than ready to go find somebody that could
help me understand what I had found. Again in my version of
Spanish, I tried to ask the old man at the front desk whether or not
he knew anybody around that was familiar with Mayan history,
beliefs, and who might be able to do some translating for me. At
first, I didn't think he quite understood me. So I repeated myself
again, but this time, a little bit slower. He nodded and began
giving me directions. I was having a hard time understanding him
so I asked him to write it down for me. After a minute or so, I had
an address and a crude map to help point me in the right direction.
I thanked him and was quickly on my way.
I arrived at the address about 45 minutes later. Already the
morning sun was scorching the dry earth streets of the old part of
the city. The old white stucco house was in a remote portion of
town. Although there were other building nearby, it seemed to sit
noticeably off by itself. I knocked on the rotting wood door and
waited. After knocking a second time, the door began to creak
open. An old mans face peered out from the darkness. From his
features, it was very obvious that he himself was of Mayan descent
"You have come." the man said in broken English.
"Excuse me?" I replied. "You were expecting me?"
"No. I had a sense about you." He motioned me to enter. As I
looked around, the room was filled with all sorts of artifacts.
Numerous stuffed animal heads decorated the walls and the air was
filled with the smell of incense. He motioned for me to sit . . .
"Now . . . why do you seek me?" he said softly.
"I could use a little help" I replied. "You see I found this box in
the jungle the other day . . ." His eyes widened as I pulled it from
my backpack. "I'm not really an expert on Mayan writing or
glyphs . . . I was wondering if perhaps you could help me translate
it. Inside there is a small crystal statue and a piece of parchment."
He took the box from me and without removing the pipe from his
mouth, muttered what seemed to be some sort of prayer. He
looked over the outside of the box and then slowly lifted the lid. As
he looked inside his face went almost blank.
"K u l k u l c a n n n n . . ." he said in a slow breathy voice. "The
gods have looked with favor upon you my son." He held the statue
up over his head and again chanted a small prayer. He put it down
and then reached for the parchment. After spending a minute or
two reading it, he lifted his head and smiled at me. "U x m a l . .
.The gods of the Temple of the Magician have chosen to bless you,
but be warned . . . Only the purest of heart and intention may use
the gift without the fear of retribution."
I asked him to explain to me what he had read. It seems that in the
year 1052 AD, the God Kulkulcan gave a gift to a high priest of
the Temple of the Magician. The gift (a statue in the likeness of
himself) was given to the priest to help aid in their struggle against
the Toltecs, who were slowly but surely overtaking the Mayan
empire. It seems that the statue was meant to grant its possessor
the ability to "blend" with the surroundings. It spoke of the priest
being able to transform himself and his Mayan warriors into "the
shape" of the enemy, or "become as nature". The purpose was
obviously to disguise themselves and be able to ambush their
attackers, thus giving them a needed advantage in battle to aid in
the preservation of their civilization.
"Well that sure didn't work very well!" I thought to myself.
"Do not doubt what you do not understand . . ." he said.
His reply to my thoughts unnerved me. I tried to tell him that I
meant no disrespect, but he stopped me and gave me this warning.
"Only the pure of heart . . . Only the pure of heart will achieve
their goals . . . Now be gone!" He pointed me toward the door and
turned to retreat into another room. I gathered my things together
and complied with his desires.
On the way back to the hotel, my mind kept thinking about the
wound on my hand and how it had mysteriously healed. "Maybe
there was something to this statue after all . . ." I wondered. "But
that can't be . . . it's impossible . . . there must be some other
explanation." After arriving, I nodded to the old man at the desk
and went up to my room. There I sat on the bed and removed the
statue once more from its box. "Let's see . . . what did I do before
. . . I guess I was just thinking about healing the wound when it
went away." I looked at my forearms and noticed that my sunburn
had caused my skin to start to crack and peel. I looked at them and
began to concentrate . . . "My God!" I gasped. Again, in a matter
of seconds, my arms changed before my very eyes! "This is
incredible! It works!" I could hardly contain myself. I decided to
try something a little different. I decided to concentrate on the
muscles in my arms and making them larger. Again, the statue
began to glow. My arms swelled as the muscles began to change
their shape. "Shit!" I was speechless. All my mind could think of
was how much money this thing was going to be worth, and then it
dawned on me . . . why sell it? Depending on the extent of its
powers, it could be far more valuable to me to keep it for myself. I
spent the remainder of the day morphing my body back and forth.
It seemed that I could alter my shape to my choosing at will. I
tried to change other objects in the room, but it appeared that
inanimate objects could not be affected. I did however have
success transforming a couple of flies into a pair of mosquitoes.
Apparently, I could alter any organism within my sight if I just
concentrated on them! My mind could hardly stop thinking of the
possibilities. I was going to be one rich man!
The next day, I packed my bags and called a taxi to take me to the
airport. There I'd have to catch a shuttle plane to Mexico City
where I could take a direct flight back to Miami Florida. I went to
the lobby to check out before catching my cab. As the old man
was adding up my bill, I thought to myself . . . "Hell, he shouldn't
charge me anything for this shit hole!" Just then the old man put
his pencil down and looked at me. He told me that he had decided
not to charge me for my stay because he was sure that I was used
to better accommodations. I was shocked. "I don't believe it!" I
thought. "He did exactly what I thought! I guess I also have the
power to influence other peoples minds!" I agreed with him, said
thank you, and went outside to catch my cab. I decided to
experiment further the entire trip home. I managed to get free taxi
service and convince a flight attendant to give me a seat in first
class for my flight to Miami. "This is great!" I thought as I drifted
off to sleep dreaming of all the possibilities . . .
"Ahhh! Miami. At last . . . real civilization." During my taxi
ride, I wondered if Lisa would be home when I got there. "Maybe
I should really put this thing to the test." I wondered. "Lisa's
always been such a prude, maybe I'll loosen her up a bit." When I
arrived, sure enough, she was home.
"Colton . . . is that you?!" a voice called from upstairs.
"It's me honey!" I said trying to sound enthusiastic. "Surprise!"
She came bounding down the steps and gave me a big hug and a
kiss. "You're home early. I didn't expect you for another few
days. You must have had some good luck to be back so early."
"Well not really" I said. "All I found was an old box. What I
really came home for was to see you. I really missed you." I faked
a smile.
"Oh honey . . . you're so sweat" she said.
After exchanging pleasantries for a couple of minutes, I got right to
the point. "Hey . . . what do you say you and me go upstairs and
celebrate my early return?" I asked.
"Oh Colton . . . just cool your jets. Honestly, sometimes I wonder
if you men ever think of anything else."
"Well I have been alone in the Jungle for a couple of weeks you
know!" I responded.
She looked at me and sighed "I know, I know. Why don't we just
spend the rest of the evening together catching up and talking about
your trip. I'd really like to hear about it. Besides, I'm really pretty
tired. Maybe tomorrow we can do something. OK?"
"All right dear." I said while clutching the statue in my coat
pocket. I began to concentrate on her . . . concentrating on
increasing her sexual appetite. I wanted to see how far I could
push things, so I started thinking of something that she really hated
. . . oral sex. I thought of filling her mind with desires that she
couldn't control. Thoughts of her dropping her sexually
conservative nature and acting more like some 20 year old slut.
She was walking away from me when she stopped and turned back
toward me.
"You know" she said giving me a seductive look. "Maybe your
idea wasn't such a bad one after all. How about if you come over
here, so I can welcome you home . . . I've got this incredible
craving all of the sudden." She licked her lips and rubbed her
hands over her breasts. "Why don't you come over here and let me
suck your cock . . ."
I gladly complied with her wishes, even though I knew that I had
planted them there. She could hardly keep her hands off me as she
pulled off my pants. Without the slightest hint of foreplay, she
knelt down in front of me and wrapped her wet lips around my
throbbing cock. She moaned, licked, and sucked it like a
prostitute. Every once in a while she'd say something crude and
then stuff it back in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, she
looked me in the eyes and said "I want you to cum in my mouth . . .
I want to swallow every last drop . . ." She drove me backwards
onto the couch. There I sat watching her blow me as I felt my
orgasm building. She must have felt it too because she began to
moan louder and quicken the pace of movements. "Oh my God!
Yes . . . Yes . . ." I firmly grabbed the back of her head and drove
my cock deep into her throat. The force of my climax was
incredible. She gulped down my hot cum like a glass of cold water
on a hot day. There was so much of it, that she couldn't keep it all
in her mouth. She wiped it on her face and chin as she continued to
suck me dry. "Ahhh yeah" I said. I sat down on the couch to
recover a minute when I started to notice the confused look on
Lisa's face. It was obvious that reality, along with her normal
desires were returning. "What's wrong dear?" I asked in a
sarcastic tone.
"Excuse me" she said as she got up and ran upstairs.
I leaned my head back and began to laugh. "Dumb broad!" I
thought. "I think I'm going to like this! Maybe I'll turn her into a
slut permanently. At least then she'll have some redeeming
qualities and I could get some decent sex around here!" Again I
began to laugh. Upstairs, I could hear the sound of the shower
starting to run.
A little later, when I went upstairs, Lisa asked to talk with me.
"Sure" I said. "What about?"
"Colton, I'm really embarrassed . . . I don't know what to say. I
mean . . . I really don't know what came over me. I'm sorry . . ."
"Lisa" I interrupted "Please, you have nothing to apologize for. I
actually thought that it was great!"
"Great?!" she snipped. "How could you . . . I acted like . . . like . .
. like some cheap . . . slut! It was disgusting!"
"Maybe to you . . . but really honey . . . I enjoyed it." I said in a
matter of fact way.
"You would!" She quipped. "Well you can count on one thing . . .
it won't happen again!" And with that she turned and walked away
pissed off at me. I chuckled to myself, "That's what you think you
dumb bitch . . . that's what you think . . ."
Over the next couple of days, I manipulated Lisa several times. To
be quite honest, what first seemed erotic, quickly became tiresome
and boring. Influencing her thoughts was fun, but I needed
something different . . . something real . . . something that would
really turn me on. Then all of the sudden it dawned on me! "Ahhh
yes . . ." That evening, I decided to put a new plan into action. I
told Lisa that I was going out to the bar with Larry to watch the
Marlin game on TV. I said that I'd be home late and not to wait up
for me. She was probably happy to see me go anyway . . . it was
probably a relief for her to know that she wouldn't be having sex
with me tonight, but I guess I couldn't let a good thing go. As I
kissed her goodbye I squeezed the statue in my pocket and
concentrated on her masturbating herself for the next few hours.
"I'll see you later honey." I said as I walked out the door chuckling
to myself.
I hopped in my car and drove off to the hottest nightclub in town.
It was extremely high class and was know for having some of the
best looking girls in Miami. I paid the 20 dollar cover charge and
slipped inside. The pounding music and flashing lights created a
perfect scene for me to find some beautiful girl to fuck. I went to
the bar and ordered a beer. While sitting there, I had a great view
of the whole club. I began to search for the lucky girl that was
going to be mine. This time it was going to be different. This time
instead of imposing my will on her, I was going to get her to do it
willingly. The catch? She won't know it's me! I'd decided to
transform myself into some hot bitches' boyfriend. Take her back
to her place, and then pound her brains out!
After surveying the scene for what seemed like an hour or two, I
finally saw just the right couple. She was a beautiful girl with long
brunette hair. She looked in her early twenties, but it was difficult
to tell, especially since I was a good ten years removed from that
age myself. Her tight white dress clung to every inch of her
hourglass figure and was a stark contrast to her dark tanned skin.
Through the sheer fabric, it was easy to make out the shape of her
nipples on her large firm breasts. He was equally good looking for
a guy. Well muscled and about six feet tall with dark brown hair
and olive skin. He wore a red silk shirt and a pair of tan dress
pants. They'd both been drinking quite a bit which I thought
would probably make my masquerade all the easier. "Well . . .
here goes" I thought. My heart raced with anticipation as I
clutched the figurine in my pocket. "I think you need a little trip to
the restroom my friend." Quickly the man excused himself and
made his way toward the back of the club. I followed him into the
restroom and occupied the stall next to his. I held the statue and
concentrated again. I heard a stirring in his stall and within a
couple of minutes, he willingly passed his clothes underneath the
partition to me. I stripped and did the same. I began to
concentrate on his form. My body began to tingle as the changes
started to take effect. It was eerie, and yet thrilling at the same
time, to watch my body transform before my very eyes. As strange
as it might seem, the was very little pain. The whole process was
done in about 30 seconds or so. I rubbed my hands over my new
body and then up to my face. The sensation of feeling something
different . . . something that your mind knew shouldn't be there
was exhilarating. After I regained my composure, I put on his
clothes. Before I left, I grabbed the statue and concentrated once
more. I departed leaving my twin to have stomach cramps in the
stall for about an hour or so, and then to leave and go home . . .
completely forgetting that he was here with his girlfriend. He'd
call her sometime tomorrow. I laughed to myself as I began to
walk out of the restroom. As I passed the mirror, my reflection
caught my eye. "Amazing . . ." I said as I rubbed my face. "This
is going to be some fun!"
When I got back to the table, she was still there waiting for me. I
quickly downed the remainder of my drink and suggested that
maybe we get going. She seemed all too happy to agree. From
what I saw earlier, she could hardly keep her hands off of him. "It
shouldn't be that difficult to get her in bed" I thought.
"Hey, do you mind driving baby? I'm feeling a little to buzzed to
drive" I said.
"Sure. Don't tell me you're going to pass out on me when we get
home" she smiled.
"Hardly" I laughed. "A couple of drinks couldn't keep me away
from you."
We took off arm in arm and made our way out to the car. I
suggested that we go to her place instead of mine. Fortunately, she
didn't have a problem with that. I did my best to keep the
conversation to a minimum, not wanting to arouse any suspicion.
After all, I still had my own brain and thoughts. I didn't know a
damn thing about either of these people . . . including their names!
But hell, I wasn't going to let a small detail like that stop me from
having the most exciting sexual experience of my life.
When we arrived at her apartment, the anticipation was killing me.
As soon as we got inside, I started to make my move. I began with
a few soft touches to kind of get things going. It didn't take too
long to get her warmed up. Before I knew it, we were both lying
on the floor of her living room going at it. The feel of her body
against mine was so new and fresh. She was incredibly gorgeous.
Every part of my body was on fire. After some fantastic foreplay,
I could wait no longer. I fucked her until I felt my building orgasm
ready to explode. I pulled out and shot all over her tits as she
moaned in ecstasy. We both fell asleep on the floor only to be
awakened by the sound of the telephone ringing.
"I'll get it" she muttered while being half asleep.
As she went into the bedroom to answer, it came to me. "Shit!!
What if that's him! I'd better get the hell out of here." I quickly
grabbed my clothes, made sure that I had the statue, and made a
break for the stairwell. Once inside, I concentrated on my old
body. The strange warping sensations returned and in a few
seconds, I was my old self again. I put on the now awkwardly
fitting clothes and made my way outside. I ran down a couple of
streets to get away and then hailed a nearby taxi. As I rode home, I
couldn't help but pat myself on the back for my great idea. I had
just experienced some of the most erotic sensations of my life, and
I could hardly wait to do it all over again!
When I got home, there was one loose end that I needed to tie up.
Lisa was awake when I walked inside.
"Uhh . . . Hi honey . . .I'm really sorry about not getting home"
"Where the hell have you been all night!" she interrupted. "I've
been worried sick about you! I called Larry and he said that he
didn't get together with you at all last night. Now I want to know
what the hell is going on . . . and what are you wearing?! It looks
like you're wearing someone else's clothes!"
"Honey . . . please." I tried to say in a calming way. "There's
really a simple explanation. I feel bad that I lied to you . . . it's
just that I knew you wouldn't approve."
"Approve of what?" she said.
"Do you remember Bob Johnson from college . . . my old
roommate at the dorm?" I asked. "Well he's getting married next
month and he's in town for a few days. Some of the guys thought
it would fun to take him out on kind of a impromptu bachelor
party. It's just that I know how much you disapprove of stuff like
that. For some reason, I just thought that it would be better if I
didn't tell you. But I was wrong . . . I'm really sorry. Please
forgive me Lisa" trying my best to sound sincere.
"I'll think about it" she said as she walked away pissed off. "It's
just that there's one thing that I can't stand . . . and that's being
taken for a fool and being lied to. You've really gone too far
Colton . . ."
The telephone rang. "I'll get it" she said.
After the phone call, she seemed extremely pissed off. "Who was
it honey?" I asked.
"Oh nobody important" she said. She stormed upstairs and
slammed the door to our bedroom. It took a few hours for her to
settle down, but eventually I talked my way out of it. It was really
all too easy. Thank goodness I had a stupid wife.
The next month or so went by pretty much the same. I had turned
myself into a half a dozen different men and had taken advantage
of their wives or girlfriends. Each experience was new and
addicting. It was like a drug that I just couldn't stop taking. One
Saturday night, the uncontrollable urge hit me hard. I needed to go
out and find some babe to do it with as soon as possible. So I
opened up the closet and got out the shoe box where I'd been
hiding the statue and parchment. I opened it, but there was no
statue! "Where is it! Holy shit. I know I put it back in here. It
has to be here . . ." I looked through the box again and then
dumped the contents out on the floor. No luck. I started ripping
the closet apart in desperation. I went to my dresser, looked in the
bathroom, and even in with the dirty clothes. "Where the hell can
it be?!" I gasped.
"Where could what be?" I heard a voice say from behind me. It
was Lisa.
"Oh . . . nothing important" I said. "I was just looking for
something . . ."
"Nothing important? Well you've sure made a heck of a mess over
nothing . . ." she said.
"Uhh . . . I was just looking for my watch. I'm just pissed. I can't
find it anywhere." I managed to mumble.
She looked at me casually and said "Oh, OK. Actually I thought
that you might be looking for this." She held up her hand. My
heart skipped a beat when I saw the statue and the smug look on
her face.
"Great! I've been looking for that too. Thank you Lisa."
"Oh not so fast Colton. Where did you get this little trinket?" she
said while pulling back her hand.
"Well . . ." I stuttered. "I found it in Mexico on my last trip there.
It's really quite rare and fragile. Could you please give it back to
me dear?" I asked.
"I'm not so sure . . . I kind of like it" she smirked.
"Lisa . . . please . . . you don't realize what you have there . . ."
She interrupted "Oh but I do . . . but I do." Her eyes widened as a
look of anger started to come over her face.
"How long did you think you could get away with all of this!? You
must take me for a fool! You've lived your little fantasy. I hope
you enjoyed it . . . manipulating me and fucking all those women . .
. because it was the last time that you'll ever do that again!"
"Lisa . . . please . . . what are you talking about?" I pleaded.
"Give it a rest Colton. Let me clue you in. I got a phone call from
some strange old man in Mexico a few weeks ago. He filled me in
about your little visit to him and told me all about this little statue
you found. He said he sensed that something was wrong . . . that
the power of the statue was being abused . . . that it was being used
for self gain, and not for its' true purpose. At first I thought he
was some sort of crackpot, but after he told me the whole story, I
put two and two together and started figuring everything out.
You've been using this statue to cheat on me, and what's worse,
you used it to turn me into some fucking, sex starved, prostitute!
Sooooo . . . if it's some slut you want . . . then let me give you a
hand . . ."
"But Lisa . . . please listen to me . . . let me explain . . ." I tried to
plead, but her eyes only burned with hatred. "Shut the hell up you
bastard! . . . or shall I say . . . you bitch?!"
The smug look on her face said a thousand words as the statue
began to glow once more.
"No! . . . Lisa! What are you doing?!"
"Just putting the shoe on the other foot" she laughed. "This way
you wont have to go through all that trouble to get your hands
down some girls pants!"
All of the sudden I felt that all too familiar sensation coursing
through my veins, but this time, the tingling seemed unusually
intense. "Lisa . . . what are you doing to me?!" I cried out. Just
then, I felt hair starting to crawl down my neck and onto my back.
I looked down at my hands as they shrank before my eyes,
becoming thin and delicate. . . my nails growing about an inch in
just a couple of seconds. "Lisa!!" I screamed. My voice cracked
as the sound coming from my mouth was no longer mine. I
quivered in fear as I clutched my throat as if to suppress the sound
of my new high pitched voice. Crunching sounds quickly drew my
attention elsewhere. Bones were literally rearranging themselves.
My spine compressed, my ribcage constricted, and my hips
widened causing my pants to rip apart at the seams. I felt my ass
began to swell and reshape itself completely throwing off my center
of gravity. My legs shook as they thinned and lengthened. Then
instinctively, as if to save them, I reached down to grab my cock
and balls. "Lisa! Please don't! Not this!" I yelled, but it was
already too late. I felt them shrivel away to nothingness, and as if
attached by strings, pull completely back into my body leaving
nothing behind but a long, deep slit which seemed to stretch and
pull itself all the way up to my ass. A sudden pain then caused me
to slide my hands up under my shirt and grab my throbbing chest.
I felt my nipples beginning to swell . . . and in moments, the
mounting pressure erupted into a pair of large breasts that filled my
tiny hands to the point where I could hardly hold them. My shirt
buttons strained to contain my new shape. "Oh my God! Lisa . . .
please!" I whimpered. I buried my head in my hands as I started
to cry . . . when I did, I began to feel my face pulling and stretching
to remold itself. When I took my hands away, the face remaining
was no longer mine. I dropped to my knees in shock as the tingling
sensations of my morphing finally started to subside.
When I regained my composure, I reluctantly stood to gaze at my
reflection in the mirror. As I stood, my tattered pants fell to the
floor revealing a pair of white cotton jockey shorts stretched to
their limits by a stunningly curvaceous female form. I slowly
unbuttoned my shirt, fearful to see that which I knew was there.
With the last button undone, it dropped to the floor completely
exposing my new womanhood to my disbelieving eyes. Two large
and incredibly full breasts hung proudly from my thin ribcage.
Their large round nipples ever so slightly pointing up and outward.
I reached my hands up and cradled them letting their full weight
rest in my hands causing my body to get goose bumps from the
new sensation.. As my eyes moved upward, they were greeted by a
mane of long, wavy black hair framing the face of a stunningly
beautiful girl. There was absolutely no resemblance to my former
self, with the exception of my bright blue eyes. Hauntingly, they
had turned feminine, but clearly remained mine. I could almost see
my soul peeking out from behind them. Letting go of my breasts, I
reached up to grasp my face in disbelief . . . but the resulting
bouncing sensation momentarily diverted my gaze back down to
my jiggling chest.
"Now there" Lisa said mockingly. "Isn't that much better dear?"
Completely dazed I managed to mutter, "Please . . . I'll . . . I'll do
anything . . . just turn me back! I'm a man. Please . . . I don't
want to be a woman!"
"But Colton, don't you see? That's the whole idea. I want you
experience exactly what you did to me . . . all of it . . .Oh! . . . that
reminds me . . . there's something I almost forgot." I looked at her
hand to see the statue glowing once again.
"What . . . what are you doing now?!" I stuttered. As I spoke, the
thoughts in my mind seemed to become blurred and jumbled.
Concentration becoming more and more difficult with each passing
second.
"Oh . . . just the finishing touches" she said smugly.
"What do you mean? I don't understand. I'm so confused!" I
muttered in a panic. It was so hard to focus . . . to pay attention . .
. to understand what was happening.
"Now now honey . . . that should make things a little easier for
you" she said.
"I don't understand . . . what did you do?"
"Oh nothing much . . . just lowered you're IQ a little . . . say by
some 60 points or so!"
"Lisa . . . please! I'm . . . I'm sorry. Please forgive me . . . please
turn me back." I cried.
My body again started to tingle. At first, I thought that she was
going to have pity on me . . . but when I didn't change back, I knew
that she had done yet something else to make my situation even
more insufferable. "What . . . what else could you have done to
me?" I fearfully asked.
"Oh you'll see darling . . . you'll see!"
Her laughter rang throughout the room and inside my head as the
statue began to glow again. I waited for something else to happen
to me, but this time, I wasn't the target. I watched as Lisa's knees
buckled some as she reached to grab her crotch through her skirt.
After a couple of moments, she regained her composure and looked
me square in the eye.
"Please . . . I don't understand what's going on . . ." I said.
Instead of telling me, she reached her hands behind her back to
unbutton her skirt. As she turned to face me, she let go of it
allowing it to drop to the floor. The sight before me caused my
heart to race uncontrollably. Atop her long feminine legs, and
stuffed into a pair of white silk panties, was an unmistakable bulge.
As we both stared at it, it began to swell. In a few seconds, the
skimpy and delicate panties were unable to contain my wife's new
throbbing physique.
"Well Colton . . . what are you waiting for?" she asked. "Don't
you want to play with my cock?"
All at once I realized what she had done to me! "Lisa . . . please . .
. oh no! I'm a man . . . please!"
"Technically dear, just your soul is male . . . the rest of you is . . .
well . . . a 21 year old, stupid, sex crazed bimbo!" She laughed
uncontrollably for what seemed like forever and then said
mockingly . . . "So Colton . . . tell me . . . Isn't the thought of my
nice big cock in your mouth starting to sound good about now?!"
She reached down and held it firmly in her small hand as if to taunt
me with it. I tried to fight off the new urges flowing through my
body. "NO!! Please don't do this to me!" I managed to plead, but
as much as I tried, my body was unwillingly dragging me in the
other direction. "Lisa please . . . stop this!" I tried to say forcefully
. . .but it only came out sounding like I was just some sort of
ridiculous air head. As I stood there struggling to find the right
words, one of my hands unconsciously found its way down my flat
stomach and in between my legs.
"There now . . . " she said patronizingly. "Doesn't that feel much
better than having all that extra baggage down there?"
My mind was quickly changing . . . I could hold out no longer
against the cravings that Lisa planted in my mind.
My pussy was warm and dripping wet as my hand slid back and
forth exploring the new contours of my body. I began to moan in
pleasure as all I could think of was GETTING fucked! The
sensations were so different and so powerful. Thoughts of MEN
danced through my head. I tried my hardest to stop it, but it was
no use. Within moments I found myself kneeling in front of my
wife's engorged 8" cock. Like a preprogrammed robot, my hands
uncontrollably reached up to grasp it. My mind screamed for me
to stop but I wasn't strong enough. I shook with fear as I closed
my eyes and wrapped my full lips around the tip of her cock. I
instinctively began to lick and suck it like some cheap slut. I held
it firmly between my teeth as my now free hands ripped off my
jockey shorts. Then with one hand, I firmly grasped her cock and
went back to work bobbing my head up and down trying to take
more and more into my tiny mouth with each thrust. My other
hand found its way back to the dripping wet void between my legs
as I instinctively began to play with myself. I groaned and
squealed with pleasure as my body experienced all these new
sensations. A tingling began to grow in my pussy. Soon, it swept
throughout my body causing me to scream out with pleasure. But
before my first female orgasm was even over, Lisa grabbed my
head and drove her cock back into my mouth. I began to feel it
tense up and realized what was coming next. I uncontrollably dug
my fingernails into the base of her cock and drove the rest of it as
far back into my throat as possible. I felt her body shake as an
explosion of liquid filled my mouth. I tried to gulp it down as best
I could, but there was just too much for me to handle. I began to
gag causing her cock to slip from my mouth momentarily. Hot
salty cum shot all over my face. I continued to suck her trying to
swallow every last drop until she pulled herself from me and
pushed me to the ground.
She laughed uncontrollably at me as I sat there on the floor licking
the cum from my lips and driving my fingers in and out of my
pussy. She reached for the statue, and once more it began to glow.
I watched in wonder as her throbbing cock began to shrink. Her
huge balls withered as her scrotum began to contract. In seconds,
it was all gone. Lisa smiled in relief at the sight of her familiar
anatomy. "Ahhh . . . now wasn't that fun dear?!" she said. "I
never knew that having a dick could be so pleasurable . . . but I
guess I don't have to tell you about that . . . I'm sure you'll always
remember how it used to feel!"
With my diminished IQ, I sat there with a blank look on my face as
I struggled to comprehend what she was really driving at. After
looking at the confusion on my face, she decided to spell it all out
for me. "Listen dear . . ." she said coolly as she turned to leave the
room. "I hope you like your new body . . ."
I looked on in horror as she raised the stature above her head and
threw it to the floor shattering it into a hundred pieces! "Because
it's permanent!! You dumb bitch!!"
As I sat their stunned, my mind could stay focused no longer. A
blank expression returned to my face as I went back to licking the
cum off my fingers. Just then I felt a drop of cum fall from my
chin. I looked down to see that it had landed right on one of my
tits. I quickly grabbed my breast with my tiny hands and pushed it
upward to meet my lips. I moaned with pleasure as I licked off the
last bit of cum from my nipple. But right behind the surface of my
physical appearance and actions, the true Colton Smith was
screaming out in agony . . . unable to fight off the suggestive
powers of the statue any longer, and forced to live out his
punishment . . . which would now last . . . a lifetime.
The End