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“Ooh! Look at that one!"

Brian heard Sherry, his wife, chirp from behind him. He turned around to see her looking at a windowsill. Her side was towards him, half bent so that she could look at the wondrous object more closely. He could see her back reflected in the glass of the shelf behind her, that jeans-stretching rump jutted towards it. Jutting from the back of her head was a tightly bunched knot of auburn hair. Adorning her face was a pair of round eyeglasses. A thick woolen sweater hugged her torso. She turned her head towards Brian, showing him that impressed expression.

She waved him over hurriedly. “Look at this! Look at this!"

He had heard her say things like this since they'd first stepped foot in the antique store. Brian had agreed to go in with her only begrudgingly. Maybe if he went in with her she wouldn't spend much money, or at least less than if she were on her own devices. He really didn't think she'd want to buy anything. It was purely window shopping, he thought, even after the dozenth time she'd pulled his attention to something neat or pretty.

It was different this time. She did so with a pep in her voice and a certain look of excitement. Whatever she was looking at, it had really tickled her fancy, and would kill her to not have. Brian sauntered over, bracing for whatever waited for him on the windowsill. He came over with his hands in his jeans pockets, head slightly hunched within the lapel of his plaid shirt. The item peeled into view from around the wall, and Brian frowned. Sitting in the windowsill was a medium sized bronze statue of an anthropomorphic bull standing upright on its hindlegs.

“What is it?" Brian asked as he came up beside Sherry.

“I don't know!" she all but squealed. “I just thought it was neat."

Brian wasn't so impressed. “I mean… Where are we gonna put it? On the bookshelf? Somewhere else?" -[i]where nobody will ever see it?[/i]

Sherry shrugged. “I don't know. Anywhere is nice. Above the fireplace, maybe? I just wanna place to look at it."

“Well, I think you can put it somewhere better than above the fireplace in our living room."

“I don't care, I just think it's pretty. It's nice and polished." She stared back into the shimmering bronze that was the bull's upper back, a rippling plate of dense muscle. “I can look at it all day."

Brian could appreciate the statue's fine craftsmanship, but he didn't see what had Sherry so entranced. “Maybe we can put it in our room, on the dresser."

She snapped her head at him with a flashing smile. “That sounds great! Let's get it."

“Now, hold on. How much is it?"

Her glee died. “I didn't check."

He gestured at the statue. “Then check."

She swooped in closer and squinted. She grabbed the statue by the pedestal and turned it around. A rectangular white sticker appeared, and Sherry's smile returned. “$59" she said proudly. “Giving it away!"

$59 wasn't what he'd consider “giving it away", but neither was it breaking the bank. With the help of some expertly employed puppy eyes, Brian acquiesced. “Alright, sure. Let's get it."

“Awesome!" She grabbed the statue from the windowsill and cradled it in her arms. “Oof. It's heavier than it looks." She had to readjust her grip on it so that her hand was underneath the pedestal.

“Want me to hold it?"

“Yeah. Here you go."

She handed it over to him. His arms sank under the statue's weight, nearly bottoming out. “Damn! It [i]is[/i] heavy!"

“I told you."

“I think it's got a core of lead or something. Maybe the whole thing is and it's just bronze plating." He held it up and inspected the front of it. The bull had a stern expression, reminding him of the Chicago Bulls logo. A studded ring hung from its septum while two more piercings were stuck in the nipples, much to Brian's amusement. Fur-textured bronze rippled over perfectly chiseled muscle as one would expect in such a beast. The horns were wide and proud. The fur on the inside of the thighs hung low. It was kind of disappointing that the artist hadn't chiseled any genitals on him, poor guy.

“Are you coming?" called Sherry.

Brian looked up to see her at the front desk, waiting for him to bring the statue over. The elderly shop owner stood behind the register, waiting patiently. “Coming," Brian said before lugging the statue over and very carefully sitting it on the desk. When he let go of it he noticed how strained his arms had become.

The shopkeeper started hitting keys on the register. “Find everything you need?" he asked in an accent the couple couldn't identify.

“We sure did," said Sherry. “I'm loving how this looks. We might come here again sometime."

“Aww, we would love that. That will be 62.52." Sherry fished her card out of her purse and tapped it against the scanner. “Do you need help taking it to your car?"

“No, I got it," Brian said before picking the statue up. He'd held it already and yet it still surprised him how heavy the thing was. It sat in his two hands in front of his stomach like a bowling ball, the bull still standing proudly.

“Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Have fun."

“Thank you so much!" Sherry said, then headed out the door.

Brian followed, keeping a brisk pace so he wouldn't have to carry the damn thing for much longer. They made it to Sherry's car and Brian asked her to open the back door. He plopped the statue onto the seat where it bounced. Brian put a seatbelt around it. [i]Don't want that thing sliding around.[/i] The two of them took their seats in the front with Sherry driving.

While she was backing out Brian asked her, “Did you hear what that guy said?"

“Who?" she asked with her torso twisted around the side of the backrest. “The owner?"

“Yeah."

“What'd he say?"

“He said we'd enjoy it and told us to 'have fun'."

Sherry gave him a confused look. “Yeah? So?"

“I mean, doesn't that sound weird to say for a statue? I mean, what's it going to do besides sit on our shelf?"

Sherry stared ahead out the windshield, frowning in thought. Now that she thought about it, it did seem kind of strange. “Yeah, you're right. I dunno. Maybe it's like a thing they use for parties, wherever he's from. Maybe look up what it is."

Brian couldn't find anything on his phone. Googling “bronze bull statue" mostly brought up images of the one on Wall Street. Adding mitigators like “two legs" and “anthropomorphic" didn't bring up anything similar. Whatever it was they had, he determined, was unique, but not sought after. When they arrived home Sherry insisted on carrying it herself into the house. The car had not been parked for a whole second before she peeled out to go collect the artifact. Brian watched from close by as she struggled to gather the beast into her arms so that she could hustle it up the front porch. Brian was there every step of the way and opened the door for her.

“Thanks," she wheezed while scooting past him into the living room. First thing she did was go towards a nearby armchair and plop the thing down on the seat. She straightened her back and shook the strain out of her arms. “Woo! That's a workout." She saw how the bull was facing the backrest of the chair, so she made the effort to turn it around so that it was facing forward. It looked like it was resting there, waiting for its two owners to decide where it would go.

Brian was pondering that himself as he stared at the bizarre metal creature sinking into the seat of his favorite chair. He couldn't visualize any other place in the house where it would look more natural. How it had captured Sherry's imagination so raptly vexed him. “So, where do you want it? Not on the chair, I hope."

“No, no. It doesn't have to be downstairs anywhere. Is there space on the dresser?"

“If we move a few things around, yeah."

“Perfect. Let's just leave it there for now. If we can find a better place for it we'll put it there. But until then…" She stepped up to the chair and laid one hand on one of the bull's arms. “Help me get this thing upstairs."

Brian was glad neither of them would have to carry it upstairs by themselves. Dropping it on the floorboards would be catastrophic. He came up to the other side of the chair and grabbed the statue by the other arm and the pedestal. “Alright. Lift on thr-“

[b][i]FSHHH![/i][/b]

A burst of red light and the hiss of an old camera flash. Husband and wife saw their visions vanish behind a curtain of blue after image. They both recoiled from the chair, eyes scrunched shut, heads reeling away. Sherry clapped her hands over her face. Brian glued his chin to his shoulder and turned a full 180 degrees from the sudden light.

“[i]What was that?[/i]" Sherry yelled through her hands.

“I don't know!" Brian blinked his eyes open. The living room was but a blurry haze of sapphire. His corneas ached terribly. Once they came into focus he saw that the light was gone. Sherry's hands were still over her face, hiding from the light. “It's gone," he told her.

Sherry lowered her hands and blinked rapidly. “God! What the fuck was that?" She rubbed her visor with the back of her wrist and looked at the statue. It was still in the chair, looking back at them like nothing had happened. “Was that the statue?"

“I think so." Brian dared to come closer. He put an arm on Sherry's shoulder to pull her away. She felt incredibly tense. “Get away from it. Don't touch it."

“I won't, I won't." She rubbed her eyes a few more times. “What the hell was that? Did it just pump us full of radiation?"

Brian's stomach sank. “I fucking hope not." He pulled on Sherry's shoulder. “We should probably get out of here. Whatever it is, it might be dangerous." She was stepping back as he pulled her, albeit more slowly than Brian was trying to make her. Her shoulder wasn't just tense anymore. The muscles and bone all felt denser, as did the rest of her. Worse still, she felt bigger, like his hand had somehow gotten smaller.

Sherry hardly noticed him. Just as her vision was starting to return, she felt the density Brian had felt in her settle across her body like a cloak of lead. She held her arms in front of her and stared at them blankly. [i]Are they getting bigger?[/i] The muscles were taut like she was flexing them, but her hand remained unclenched. The same was happening to her legs and body. Dread solidified inside her. [i]What is happening!?[/i]

The physical shock Brian had felt when Sherry suggested the statue was radioactive had not faded. It had twisted his stomach before migrating to his head. Nausea swept through him. His body felt light, ready to float off the floor and into the air. He brought his hand up to his forehead to keep steady, but what touched him struck pure terror. There was no tough, masculine paw to touch his temple, but a much smaller hand featuring dainty fingers without so much as a thread of hair or a patch of callous. He gasped and pulled his hand away. His forearm was thinner, less hairy, and paler. The one mole that dotted his inner forearm faded into the skin before his very eyes. His fingers slimmed and his bicep softened. Bringing up his other arm revealed the same thing.

“[i]What the fuck?[/i]" He clapped his hands over his mouth. The voice that had come out of it was not his, or at least not his natural voice. It had sprung a new octave, soft and delicate. The deep rattle provided by his Adam's apple was gone now that it was shrinking into his neck. He slid one hand to his throat, noticing for the first time how smooth his jaw was. The thin lawn of black hair was gone, replaced by a canvas of soft white. He scratched at it frantically for it to come back. “[i]No! No![/i]" He turned to his wife. “[i]Sherry![/i]"

She hadn't been watching, not when she was going through her own terrifying transformation. The flexing sensation had usurped her entire musculature. While Brian was shrinking, Sherry was growing across every feature with an added harshness. Her sweater was forcibly molded and then stretched to the shape of her new muscles. From round and amiable just moments ago, she was now buff from shoulder to torso. Already her forearms had surpassed what her husband's had been while the biceps were like small boulders. Her chest stayed just as pronounced, but not because they weren't moving. Her breasts had deflated into a broad set of pecs like cinder blocks. Their boastful jut was statuesque, capable of stopping a bullet. Her shoulders grew apart with the rest of her torso, pulling her clothes with her. The threads in her jeans popped around the barbaric swell of her glutes and thighs.

She was remarkably calm throughout, more mesmerized than terrified. Those howitzer arms started to sprout black fur across every pore, soon blotting out the white skin beneath. She put her hands to her face and felt the same happening there. Further still, the bone beneath was warping into a different shape. Her medulla was jutting into a snout, bringing the nose along with it. Her brow stretched further into the upper part of her vision. Suddenly it felt like two instruments were being shoved into her skull from the inside out. She put her hands there too and felt the beginnings of two massive horns. They grew within her grasp, their ivory color shining in the living room light.

Brian watched with his hands over his mouth. He jolted at the sudden shredding of Sherry's jeans. The seams were torn down their centers around the swell of her hamstrings. The sweater was almost at its limit; the bottom of it rose up her trunk to display a heroic set of abs. Above the gigantic swell of glutes he saw a cow tail sprout from her lower back and begin sinking to the floor. His heart leapt when he saw it flick.

All of that was distracting him from his own rapid changes. Anything definable as masculine had evaporated in a slow but all-encompassing shrink into a smaller frame. The flab of his gut slimmed and then bent into an hourglass. All his body hair was gone, leaving nothing left but soft, angelically white skin. Only his head hair remained, though it had not escaped change. The deep black it had once been turned into a shiny platinum and was growing rapidly. Luxuriously long locks fell down his neck, past his shoulders, then his upper back. They did not stop until they met his beltline.

The focus on Sherry was ripped from him when he felt a soft breeze against his tummy. He looked down and noticed how much he had shrunk. His shirt looked giant on him now, draping down his trunk like curtains. Most of his shoulders and traps were exposed inside the collar. His fingertips just barely made it past the sleeves. He remembered his pants and instinctively grabbed at them to keep them up, but noticed something strange. They were not sagging down his hips like he thought they would. Though the pant legs sagged around his feet, the waistline was still in place around him where they should have been.

That was because of his fat, juicy ass.

He reached behind himself to squeeze both cheeks. His hands were too dainty to grab much, but even if they had been the size of baseball mitts, they wouldn't have held most of them. Looking down his back he saw how massive they had become, like two slabs of hemispheric gelatin that had been crammed into his jeans indiscriminately. The apex of his butt crack peaked at him above the beltline, just below the veil of platinum hair.

Where Brian had been spared full nudity by the bloat of his buttocks, Sherry was forced right into it when her leg muscles snapped the last thread holding her jeans together. The tatters fell about her exposed feet and the detritus of her shoes. It left behind a newly grown penis, complete with a set of balls like tangerines. That pillar of meat, hung from her loins like a pendulum, was a shade of onyx similar to the color of her fur. Vascular and thick, the head hung around the upper cusp of her kneecaps. The foreskin was pinched in front of the glans, though it was slowly peeling back as her cock started to stiffen out in front of her.

A shiver took hold of Brian when he saw it. His knees closed together with a pang of arousal that made his loins throb. He clasped his delicate hands in front of his crotch, hiding the budding erection that poked into his denim. “Sherry," he said in that tender, sweet voice. “Are… Are you OK?" It terrified him that she might not have her intellect anymore, that she'd become a beast in mind as well as body.

Sherry was looking down at herself, marveling at her huge pair of arms and that pendulous fuck stick that swung between her thighs. Her eyes, still the same color as when she was human, looked at Brian. “I think so. Are you?" The air shook with how deep and powerful her voice had become. It made Brian quiver in his shoes.

“Y-yeah. I…" The bottom of his shirt was well below his beltline. The sleeves were past his fingertips and the jean legs were crumpled on the carpet. His feet felt like they had room to spare inside his shoes. “Just went through a little change, is all." He noticed her cock again. “So did you."

“Yeah. That statue has something magical going on with it." She scanned his body up and down and felt her own arousal spark to life. While he retained the relative shape of his face, the rest of him had gone through radical feminization. Fair skin, broad hips, a gargantuan ass, and beautifully soft hair pumped Sherry's testosterone into a fever. She flexed her penis involuntarily, bouncing it in the air and pulling the glans the rest of the way off her foreskin.

Brian jumped and felt another shiver of excitement. His own penis, feeling ridiculously small in his underwear, hardened delightfully. He wrenched the front of his shirt and pulled it down his pelvis to hide a sharply growing boner. A deep blush took hold of his cheeks and he looked away bashfully. “I'm sorry…" he muttered while starting to tremble.

“No, don't be," Sherry said. “You look adorable."

Red face still turned away, Brian looked at her with one eye. “You think so?"

“Yeah. You're cuter than I've ever seen you. You look… sexy."

That only made him blush harder, but it brought a smile. “Thanks. You're… God, you're really fucking big."

Sherry chuckled and looked down at her new member. “You like it?" She put a hand on it near the hilt. “Damn. It's super heavy. I can feel it getting hard." Her fingers traveled down the shaft, then back up. It wagged and swayed to the slow beat of her strokes. “I feel like a million bucks with this thing. Holy crap."

Brian was watching, face on fire, fingers twitching in front of his chest. He felt his willy dance inside his jeans. It let loose the first bit of precum, wetting the fabric and further urging him to get naked and impale himself on the giant pole in front of him. “Y-yeah. That's pretty impressive."

It was hard to miss how red his face had gotten. [i]God, he looks so cute. I wanna fuck his brains out.[/i] “Let's see what you got," she told him.

His eyes snapped up at her. “Huh?"

“Take your clothes off," Sherry commanded. She let go of her penis. It stood out in front of her at half-mast, just a few notches away from turning into a hellacious erection. “I wanna see what's under those clothes."

He laughed nervously and started to shake. “O-OK." [i]Holy shit. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.[/i] His hands found the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The curtain was lifted on a curvy, white tummy that exploded into a huge set of hips at the bottom. The trunk, comparatively thin, rose into a chest complete with broad, rosy nipples on what could almost be called breasts. He stepped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. They fell almost immediately along with his underwear, leaving Brian totally nude. There was his manhood, if it could even be called that anymore. All of his girth and length had been stolen from him, leaving a bitty, pink meat stick that barely reached in front of his tummy. The balls hanging from the root were appropriately tiny, all without a single hair to texture his wondrously smooth skin.

A haughty snort beat out of Sherry's nose. Her cock reached fruition out of her loins like a battering ram, inundating the air in front of her with an ubermasculine smell. It aimed at Brian demandingly, the deep cockslit ready to fire at him. She clenched her fists, popping the tendons in her forearms. A heavy inhale swelled her chest. “You look beautiful," she grumbled at him, understating how badly she wanted to breed him stupid.

“Thank you," Brian said. He was still trembling, but not as badly. Rabid desire drove him to walk up to her. His rear end bounced and wobbled along the way, grabbing Sherry's attention more than anything else. He came to a stop within inches of her cock tip, deep within a cloud of manly funk which made his gut perform somersaults. “Can I… Can I touch it?" he asked with eyes peering up at her like shimmering marbles.

Sherry's heart fluttered and her balls grew heavier. “Yes," she said. “Please."

A tiny smile lit up Brian's face. He turned his attention back to that phallic monster. The foreskin was wrinkled like an accordion below the flare of her cock helmet. A glassy thread of precum drooled from the tip. He could make out the intricacies of her veins and the many dense filaments that dictated the rest of its size and splendor. One hand reached out for it and cupped it by the underside, right where the muscle met the head and her bundle of nerves lay. It was supremely hot to the touch, buzzing with power and virility. Brian felt his nipples grow hard as a storm of gooseprickles swept through his skin.

A pleased exhale blew out of Sherry's nose, sweeping through some of Brian's hair. Just that bit of touch made her balls swell with delight, their cistern of product begging to be released at Brian's hand. “That feels good," she commented.

Brian slid that one hand down the length of her cock muscle. Just lifting it up a few degrees required some effort, it was so heavy. He stroked it with both hands, something that was required for his thumb and middle fingers to touch while wrapped around her girth. He smiled up at her. “It's so big. I love just touching it. Do you think I can make you cum?"

She scoffed. “I feel ready to blow with just you stroking it," she said with a wince. “Are all dicks this sensitive?"

“Mmmm, some more than others. I just think I'm doing a good job."

“Nnf. Can't argue with that, but I know what'll make it even better."

He tilted his head curiously. “Oh? What's that?"

Suddenly she reached out to him with her two, massive arms. He was enveloped in a pincer of stony muscle which pulled him directly into her body, itself a towering brick wall of abs and pecs. Her penis slid past the chunky flank of his right buttock while his face fell flat into her cleavage. So solid, so powerful. He let out a merry moan before looking up at her from between her pecs, a bright smile on his face.

“My, my, you're quite the man~" he said.

She loved how tiny he looked while pressed against her. “And you're quite the twink. You could lose some of that ass, you know."

Brian giggled and jutted his hip to the side so that his pillowy buttock grinded against her raging pillar. His right hand resumed stroking while his left groped at one of her pecs. “Now why would I lose any of this when I can share it with you?"

“Good point." Then Sherry closed her eyes, parted her mouth, and kissed him on the lips.

He reciprocated as best he could given the unfair size advantage. The most he could do was hold his mouth open and allow her gently gnawing bull lips to have their way with him. Hot breath poured out of her and into his throat, creating another round of gooseprickles for him. Her tongue slipped forth, laying itself upon his and swirling throughout his maw like she owned it. She truly did, just like every other part of his body. Those enormous hands holding him so tightly fell down and clamped to his buttocks. He let out a girly squeak, then submitted to her assertive gropes and pinches that made his ass against her grasp. He did not neglect his duties with her cock, maintaining a loving handjob that kept it pressed against her beautifully swollen ass.

Sherry released the kiss with a loud [i]mwahp![/i] A gasp sucked into them both. Their breaths were shared along a system of spit threads that connected their O shaped mouths. Sherry's cock bounced with another heavy throb, letting loose a drop of precum that oozed to the carpet below. Brian looked down at the monster he kept glued to his buttock. He pursed his lips and gulped.

“God… Sherry, there's something I wanna try…"

“What is it?"

Brian looked up at her with glistening doe eyes before slowly falling to his knees.

“Oh," Sherry said. “I see."

Brian came face-to-face with that ebony obelisk. He held it mid-shaft with both hands, reintroducing his palms to that ardent heartbeat. His mouth was hung softly, plush lips moist and ready for that epic monument waiting for his service. He looked up at Sherry one more time before closing his eyes, bringing himself forward, and laying a tiny kiss on her cock slit.

“[i]Chu.[/i]"

Just that little smooch sent a lightning bolt of pleasure down Sherry's shaft. “Mmmmm, Brian…" She laid one hand on the top of his head, feeling for the first time just how gossamer his hair was. While she gently rustled it around Brian continued kissing that precum-glazed hole. He dipped the tip of his tongue inside to taste more of that musty, metallic cock oil. At last he unhinged his jaw and stretched his lips around her cock head. The blush on his face deepened and a tiny whimper eeked through his nose.

“[i]Nnnnn…[/i]" So big, so burdensome. Just the top portion of her dick was enough of a mouthful to nearly make Brian choke. He quivered where he knelt, trying to force himself deeper on that magnificent pole. He did so slowly, and more of Sherry's member disappeared into his mouth.

A groan rumbled out from the deepest portions of her chest. She closed her eyes and lurched her head back. “Ohhh… That's nice. Ahh… Keep doing that."

Brian obeyed, sliding his stretched mouth as far down as he could go until she was lodged deep in his throat. He did not gag, and instead held himself there so he could coddle her with the quivering wet grip of his throat. Eventually he pulled back, letting his lips glide back to the bottom part of her glans and then sliding back to plug his throat again. He went steadily, Neither his backstrokes nor forward strokes went faster than the others. His expression remained stoic, though he could not stop the occasional murr of delight.

Sherry was more verbose. “Oh fuck, honey… Ahhh… That's so good." She made the mistake of looking down to watch him at work, her vision of him being flanked by her giant pecs. His eyes were closed, that precious face of his somewhat ruined by the debauchery of being impaled by a huge, black dick. What portion of her penis he had managed to encroach glistened with his spit, more of which dribbled down his bottom lip and chin. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that piled onto her already immense pleasure and satisfaction with his work.

Then he opened his eyes and looked up at her, those icy blue irises piercing her heart like a knife.

She didn't last much longer than that and soon she let loose a mournful bellow. Her head was thrown backwards, those triumphant horns aiming at the ceiling. Her hand closed around her husband's head the moment the first rope of cum blew out of her. It struck Brian hard in the back of his throat, instantly breaking his sensual gaze into an expression of shock. The throb of her cock muscle was nearly enough to break his jaw, forcing him to try and pull off her spurting rocket. He wasn't going anywhere, not when Sherry's white-knuckle grip on his cranium made sure that he would absorb the majority of her climax.

[i]Splrshhh. Splrshhh. Splrshhh.[/i]

Brian's cheeks bulged. Thickish bull nut squirted from the seal between his lips and her penis, whipping onto her thighs and the floor below. He scrunched his eyes shut, mustered all his strength, and tried to swallow as much as he could. Molten warmth plummeted down his throat and landed in his tummy like a fallen brick. More cum throbbed out of her, most of which Brian swallowed in just a few hearty gulps. Her love piled in his gut until it started to lose its flatness, gradually bloating into a small but noticeable belly.

Sherry's moan tapered off towards the end of her climax. She looked down and saw Brian locked on her dick by her hand, struggling with the load she was still pumping. In a brief moment of sobriety she let go of him. “Shit! Shit! Sorry."

Brian popped off with a gasp. He wasn't complaining, not when there wasn't anything to apologize for. His mouth stayed open, tongue hanging, hands working her pole so that the rest of her product would pile on his mouth. He rolled his eyes up to meet hers again while the last three ropes of nut spat onto his tongue, neck, and chest. At the end he was utterly painted, grinning from ear to ear, feeling and looking like a used slut.

“How was that?" he asked cheekily.

Sherry was still catching her breath. “Fuck… That was incredible. You suck dick like a champ."

Brian giggled. “Comes with the body, I suppose." All his senses rang with the aftermath of her orgasm. His tongue was laden with its taste. Every whiff was a wallop to the brain, dunking it in a fog of delight. Where her cum drooled down his skin he felt himself quivering. The majestic bull cock, now beginning to deflate, was a source of pride now that he had made it cum. Listening to his wife pant and compliment his talent was a boost to his ego. He rubbed her cock with one hand and fingered his little prick with the other. “God, I'm so fucking hot now." His gaze stayed locked with her as he began kissing the flank of her shaft. “Maybe you can fuck me with this behemoth and make me cum?"

“I'd love to, but I don't know if you can take it."

Brian reached one hand into his ass crack and pulled one buttock aside, letting it fall back into place and jiggle. “I beg to differ. I think these bodies are made for each other. Why don't we put them to the test?"

That was hard to argue against. With her dick starting to get hard again already, Sherry grinned. “Bend over the couch for me."

Brian lit a bright smile. “Yes ma'am~"

He stood up and all but pranced over to the sofa. Sherry watched as his hips swayed, those enormous haunches crashing against one another and wobbling. Brian climbed the sofa on his knees and leaned over the backrest. He spread his legs, parting his buttocks slightly and showing off the bitty man fruit that hung between his chunky thighs. A saucy look was thrown Sherry's way as he looked over the shoulder and began slowly swaying his ass.

“Get over here and fuck me stupid~"

Another burst of testosterone made Sherry's fists clench. Her cock surged visibly, eager to become stone and obey the command given to it by such a submissive fuck toy. She stomped over to him, that turgid warhammer swinging. Once behind him she hoisted her dick and let it flop onto his ass crack with a loud [i]plap![/i] The doughy flesh of his buttocks rippled with the impact.

Brian jolted hard. “[i]Oh![/i]" Electricity seemed to buzz through him as his spine stayed erect, then softened with a joyous coo. That burning log of meat lathered in his own spit sat against his backdoor, demanding entry with a steady cadence of throbs. With his entire lower body shivering, Brian backed his ass up against it, gliding the half-chubbed shaft along his canyon and towering it over his arched lower back. “Mmmmm… So big…" He danced his hindquarters up and down. His hips would roll and swerve, making her pole jostle and wag along with him.

It electrified Sherry just to watch, let alone feel it. She laid her massive hands on his back, massaging it up and down while helping itself to a few honks of Brian's butt. He would giggle and start twirling it on her, bouncing that huge dick between his blubbery cheeks. It was sexy and cute, but as soon as Sherry's cock was hard again, she put a stop to his theatrics by grabbing his hips with one hand. The other went to her cock so that it would aim at his precious pink pucker when she pulled her hips back. That wrinkled clot of muscle winked at her in anticipation. He was shaking like a leaf in her grasp. Precum oozed from his little dicklet. There was about to be a lot more.

She pushed into his buttocks, parting them around that meat missile and applying pressure to his vulnerable hole. His mouth fell open with a squeak and a gasp. Instinctively he pushed back on her until his tight asshole spread around her girth and coddled her tightly.

The arch in his back steepened. He let out a moan. “Uhhh!"

Sherry held his hips with both hands and continued pushing forward. She watched as more of her onyx shaft disappeared into his widely gaped portal. He was tight, very tight, and yet he absorbed every inch of that thunderous cock like it was nothing. Indeed, he adored all of it, moaning sharply as he felt his boy spot being crushed under the weight of her dick.

He begged her, “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Yes! Sherry! Fuck me! Please![/i]"

At last she was down to the balls. His haunches were flattened against her pelvis with just a fringe of her pubes sprouting out from between them. A cylindrical cock bulge had grown from the bottom of his abdomen and stretched past his navel, deep into his already cum-swollen tummy. She took a moment to savor his tightness, letting out a snort through her nose and massaging his curves. A devious grin split her face.

“You got it sweety." Then her hips reeled back, paused, then slammed home.

[i]SMACK![/i]

Brian's head whipped backwards with a mouth open as widely as it would go. “[i]Huhhhhhhhh~![/i]"

There was no time to recover before Sherry started fucking him full force. Her ass would arc backwards, throwing those titanic balls out behind her before they would come careening into the back of his thighs with a devastating impact. Her cock was a blur, going in and out of his squelching booty almost full length.

[i]SCHMACK-SCHMACK-SCHMACK-SCHMACK-SCHMACK-![/i]

Brian felt each strike throughout his entire body. His spine was close to being thrown out. Entire waves of flesh would roll through his ass and thighs. That bulge in his tummy would poke out against his skin, dwarfing the tiny peen that drooled precum in a steady stream. His long silvery hair shook into a frizz and fell down his face. Above it all was the assault on his prostate, the brightest sensation of joy he'd ever experienced. He screamed loudly, his voice stuttered by Sherry's thrusts.

“[i]HUUUU-UUUUU-UUUUU-UUUUU-UUUUU-UUUUU-!!![/i]"

In the very middle of it all he experienced his first orgasm, a muscle-blasting explosion of bliss that turned his screams into a prolonged caterwaul. The stream of precum coming out of his dick thickened into a gush of cum not powered by his cock muscle but by the huge piston churning up his guts. It did not stop for as long as she fucked him, creating a perpetual climax that had his entire body quivering and his voice shrill like a woman's.

Sherry's teeth were clenched and her grip on him was unforgiving. The song of his climax was music to her ears, encouragement to fuck him harder and faster. That she did, threatening to crush the poor lad beneath the raw power of her thrusts. The couch smashed into the wall behind it. The entire house shook. The smack of her balls on Brian's thighs was matched in volume only by his joyous screams.

At last she felt the end approaching. Her face bundled into a ferocious snarl while her last set of humps turned awkward and stilted. With one final heave she planted her hips on him with the brunt of her power. Her entire body arched, the muscles in her back exploding into a sharp definition. She threw her head back and unleashed both an explosive roar of triumph at the ceiling and a flood of cum deep into her husband. The enormous muscle that ran along her cock clenched and burst.

[i]Squirshhh. Squirshhh. Squirshhh.[/i]

Cum ripped through Brian's insides, piling onto the pool that had already accumulated in his stomach. The cock bulge in his abdomen vanished, not because Sherry pulled out, but because a flood of cum bloated his belly into a hideous cum paunch. Brian let out his own throaty howl as he felt the weight of her load stretch his insides. It was fuel to the fire of his climax, now at its own apex thanks to his wife's cum filling him up.

Sherry finished, and pulled out of his ass. [i]Schlllllup![/i] Following her cum-gazed pecker was a huge wallop of cum that belched out of his gaped hole. It glorped down his taint, balls, and inner thighs, splashing the couch cushions and then draining slowly to the floor below. Brian collapsed on the couch, a whimpering, squirming, quivering mess of a man, but extremely satisfied all the same.

“Wow… Holy shit…" huffed Sherry. “I fucking loved that. Oh my God…"

“[i]Nnnnnnnnnnn…[/i]" whined Brian, still drowning in a sea of white-hot ecstasy. His belly stretched out of him like he was in the latter stages of a multi-infant pregnancy. Cum continued to gurgle from his backdoor, effectively ruining the couch.

Sherry didn't mind. She thought it was adorable. She sat on the couch and gathered him into her lap, letting him cling to her chest. “How was that?" she asked.

It took him a while just to speak. “Mmmm… Good… Very good…"

“I thought so too." Sherry looked at the bull statue. It was still on the armchair where they had left it. “You think we're gonna be like this forever?" she asked.

“Maybe," Brian said. He rubbed one of her pecs. “I hope we do."

Sherry smiled and kissed his forehead. “Yeah, me too."

[i]Knock-knock-knock[/i]

They were torn from their tenderness rudely. It had come from the front door, a trio of hard pounds like from the pommel of someone's hand. Both looked towards the hallway that led into the foyer. Neither of them said anything, unsure if what they heard was real. Confirming their fears was more knocking just a few moments later.

[i]Knock-knock-knock.[/i]

Brian clung to Sherry's chest with one hand. “[i]Someone's at the door,[/i]" he whispered.

“I know," she hissed back. “[i]Should we answer?[/i]"

“[i]No! Not like this.[/i]"

More knocks, even harder this time. [i]Knock-knock-knock-knock.[/i]

Brian felt his cum-gut churn anxiously. “[i]They're not going away. Is the door locked?[/i]"

Sherry held onto him tightly. “[i]I don't know[/i]."

The answer was forced on them by the sound of the front door creaking open. The timid voice of a woman called out. “Hello? Is someone home?"

Both of them recognized the voice of their next door neighbor. Brian inched his mouth closer to Sherry and whispered as quietly as he could. “[i]It's Tonya![/i]"

“[i]I know! What do we do?[/i]"

“Hello? Brian? Sherry? Is everything OK?" A moment of more silence later and they heard the door open wider. “I'm coming in. Don't shoot, OK?"

“[i]Fuck![/i]" hissed Sherry.

Brian planted his finger to his lips to shush her. [i]Maybe she won't come any farther. Go away, Tonya![/i]

He heard her disobey as footsteps crossed the hardwood floor towards the living room, slow and tedious. “Hello? Anybody?"

Brian held onto Sherry more tightly and she reciprocated. They didn't dare move, and watched as the head of Tonya's shadow flooded out of the hallway and into the living room, followed closely by the woman herself. She was looking straight ahead, wearing a deeply concerned expression behind a pair of thick glasses. Her nose was crinkled by the smell of cum. Frizzy black hair covered her head. It floated in the air when she turned to look at the couch where Brian and Sherry sat huddled together among the aftermath of their romp session.

She jumped a mile. “[i]Oh my God![/i]"

Brian reached an arm out as if to catch her. “[i]Tonya![/i] Wait! It's OK! Don't run!"

Tonya wanted to, but her legs failed. She quivered in fear at the terrible and bizarre sight in front of her. Her jaw hung open, twitching, ready to let go of another scream or beg for mercy. “Wh- Wha-"

“[i]Shhhhhhh,[/i] it's OK. Everything's alright," Brian insisted. That was hard to prove with an eight foot tall bull holding onto him and his pregnant belly. “It's me, Brian. I swear."

Tonya shook her head rapidly. “No… No you're not. You…" She dared to meet Sherry's gaze, recognizing nothing of her friend besides a similar eye color. “What the fuck is this? What's going on? Who are you?" Looking back at Brian she could see something of him left in his facial features, but none in his nude, effeminate frame.

“Tonya, it's me, Brian. I know that sounds crazy, but I swear it's us." Then he hatched an idea. “Remember the Fourth of July cookout we had at Larry's? I asked you how Michael was doing. You said he was taking summer classes to learn… Shit, what was it… Trumpet?"

“French horn…" Tonya said, remembering the conversation vaguely, but acknowledging that it included no one else besides her and Brian.

Brian snapped his finger and pointed at her. “French horn! That was it. Yeah. It's me, see?"

Her eyes went wide. “Brian?"

He nodded. “Mmhmm!"

“Brian… What… What happened to you?" She looked at the enormous bull he was latched to. “And what the hell is that? Don't tell me that's…"

Sherry smiled awkwardly. “Hey, Tonya."

Tonya jolted backwards. Though Sherry's voice was impossibly deep and strong, it resonated with the timbre of the woman Tonya had known for years. “[i]Sherry?[/i] Guys! What the [i]fuck[/i] happened to you two?" Her gaze fell on Sherry's limp cock and the many cum puddles that were drying on the couch and carpet. “And what did you [i]do?[/i]"

Brian and Sherry looked at each other. Sherry scratched her head. “That's… hard to explain."

“Yeah," Brian said. “We hardly know ourselves. We, uh… kinda got carried away."

The image of them having sex flashed in Tonya's mind, making her shake her head to get it away. “I don't wanna know about that. Just tell me what happened."

“Well, it's kind of hard to believe," Brian said.

“Yeah, I figured that. Just tell me."

“Yeah, uh… You know that antique shop that opened up on Carroll Street?"

“Yeah?"

“Well…" Brian relayed the whole story, starting from buying the odd statue (Tonya hadn't even noticed it sitting on the armchair until he pointed it out to her), bringing it home, getting flashed, and transforming. He didn't go into detail about getting fucked, correctly assuming Tonya didn't want to hear anything about that.

“Oh, wow," Tonya said at the end. “So you guys got cursed?"

The couple shared another look. “Maybe. I wouldn't use the word 'cursed'," Sherry told her.

“Yeah," agreed Brian. He rubbed Sherry's chest. “I think we're gonna enjoy these bodies for as long as we have them, even if that means forever."

Tonya thought that was crazy talk, but the way they looked at each other and smiled was genuine. She looked towards the statue again. [i]That thing made them transform?[/i] She didn't know what she was doing when she began marching towards the armchair, eyes fixed to the statue unblinkingly.

Brian and Sherry were too busy expressing their love for each other via their gazes to notice what she was doing. By the time Sherry saw what was happening, she was already reaching out to touch it. Sherry's smile vanished immediately. “Tonya, no!" But she was too late. Tonya touched the bronze bull's head.

[b][i]FSHHH![/i][/b]

It came again, just as violently, just as brightly. Brian and Sherry were prepared and hid their faces behind their hands. Tonya was not, and she suffered the full brunt of its light in her retinas. She came reeling backwards, eyes scrunched like they had been hit with sand. The glasses came off so she could rub her eyes.

“[i]God![/i]" she yelled. “I'm guessing that was the flash!" It was much worse than she expected.

“Yeah!" Brian said. He and Sherry both knew what was coming next. They watched Tonya rub her eyes, bracing for whatever she was about to turn into.

Tonya let go of her visor and blinked a few times. “OK. I can still see." She stood upright and noticed how the couple was looking at her. “What?"

They didn't say anything. Brian pointed at her chest, and Tonya looked down. The shape of her bosom was softened underneath a layer of jacket. It was changing slowly, going from a pair of nicely sloped globes to a flattened, but still prominent set of dense pectorals. Tonya gasped, but she did not scream. The air was trapped in her lungs by a sudden clench of her muscles that made her feel several times heavier.

Husband and wife watched as the transformation went on exactly like it had with Sherry with only minor differences. Tonya's clothes stretched and tore around the swell of her muscles. They fell away to reveal smooth, tan fur over rippled muscle. The sounds of sinews and tendons popping echoed through the living room as Tonya's head lifted towards the ceiling. Her fantastically frizzy hair retreated into her scalp, replaced by a pair of horns spanning much broader than Sherry's.

Tonya did not panic, but watched herself grow and the living room shrink with wide-eyed amazement. She flexed her gargantuan hands. Raw power thrummed through her arms. A pressure appeared around her crotch when a colossal pecker pressed into the remaining tatters of her sweatpants and underwear. Finally they snapped, and her manhood was allowed to flop into place between her thighs, thick and heavy.

The transformation stopped when her human features had finished stretching into a bovine snout and the tips of her horns were within inches of the ceiling. She breathed heavily and began patting herself to confirm that it was all genuine. Looking down her back she saw a long, whippy cow tail flicking around her glutes.

“Whoa," was all she had to say in her new deep voice.

“Whoa is right," Brian commented. His concern for Tonya had been squashed by the sight of her fecundity swinging between her legs, those cantankerous balls hanging just behind it.

“You feel OK?" Sherry asked?

Tonya was still checking herself out. Finally she smiled. “Yeah! I feel like a million bucks!" She looked up at Brian and Sherry, and her smile faltered. That fat-bottomed twink that sat in Sherry's lap was suddenly very appetizing. Something was triggered inside her, something that made her cock buzz to life.

Brian recognized that look. Sherry had given it to him not long ago. He cut a saucy smirk and aimed his ass at her. A hand laid on his cheek and massaged it. “Why, you look awfully handsome now, Tonya." He looked up at Sherry. “Isn't she?"

Sherry could tell what kind of mood they were in. She didn't mind, not when she was in it with them. “Mmhmm. She's very sexy~"

Tonya chuckled. “Thanks. Looking at you two more closely makes me think I wanna try whatever you two did after you changed."

Brian cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

Tonya was blunt. “I think I wanna fuck your brains out and make that belly even bigger."

A chuckle from both of them. Brian was just about to tell her he would love that when he felt himself being lifted into the air by Sherry's giant arms. She sat him in her lap and bent him over, presenting that giant backside of his for Tonya's use. “Come and do it, then," Sherry said. She gave Brian's ass a big slap, jiggling the flesh and making him squeal. “You have my blessing."

Just the sound of that spank and seeing Brian's cum-glazed buttock wobble so dramatically made Tonya's loins catch on fire. Within moments her cock was hard, reaching up from its downward position and then jutting in front of her like a tank cannon. A haughty snort beat through her nose. “Fuckin' awesome," she said before marching up to the couch and grabbing hold of Brian's hips with both hands.

He let out a joyous yelp, feeling so small and pathetic between the two behemoths. He looked back in time to see Tonya thrusting her hips forward and crashing the head of her cock into his asscrack. It missed his asshole, instead crashing into his taint like a locomotive and sloshing the cum that was in his belly.

“[i]Ah! Ah![/i] Easy!" he pleaded.

“Sorry," Tonya huffed. “I can't… I can't control myself. I… I'm so fucking horny." Her voice trembled with the need to breed.

“Here, sweety," Sherry said. “Let me help you there." She reached across Brian's arched back and grabbed Tonya's shaft. With some careful repositioning she placed the head on Brian's backdoor. “There we go."

“Ah, thank you," Tonya said right before slamming her cock forward.

[i]SHPLAP![/i]

Brian's entire body whipped into an arch. Ripples blew through his ass and gut. The impact choked his first scream, forcing the air in his lungs to recover before he could continue. It was brought to another rude halt by the following thrust, just as powerful as the last. Her new masculinity raging, Tonya lifted Brian out of Sherry's lap and held him to her waist, impaled on her cock. One beefy paw held onto his gut, the other his hip, holding him in place so that she could repeatedly plunge into her squealing cock sleeve.

[i]SHPLAP-SHPLAP-SHPLAP-SHPLAP-SHPLAP![/i]

Cum belched out of his backside and splooged across Tonya's fuckstick. Fat columns of it whipped off her balls and splatted off Brian's buttocks. His thick, pale legs dangled in front of her thighs, half-bent at the knees, shaking violently from the perpetual orgasm she had levied on him. His eyes were rolled back into his head with his cute, pink tongue hanging over his chin. The pathetic screams that belted out of him were stuttered by Tonya's thrusts.

For Sherry it was the hottest thing she had ever seen in her entire life. She had sat there with her husband in her lap, feeling the power of Tonya's thrusts through him. Tonya picked him up, and Sherry noticed how hard her cock was. Instinctively she began stroking it. After two orgasms it was very sensitive, but that did not stop it from achieving full size after only a few moments of watching her husband get stuffed. Her testosterone was pumping. Precum oozed from her tip. Sitting there and stroking her dick was not going to be enough. Sherry jumped up to her feet, cock in hand, and aimed it at Brian's gaping mouth. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, and on Tonya's next thrust, jammed her member straight down his throat.

His wails were cut off. “[i]Uhhhhhhh-ULK![/i]"

Sherry's hands went to his shoulders, holding him as tightly as Tonya did. She timed her retreat with Tonya and penetrated Brian's face to the balls. His mouth gaped around her cock. The top of his face sank right into her pubes with those giant balls squished against his chin. Sherry pulled back again, and the two bulls fucked him from both ends. They pounded him out of sync, each plunge into his sex-lathered body coming in random intervals with the one opposite. There was Tonya grinding his behind, pounding his prostate into putty, rattling the flesh of his ass like gelatin. Then there was Sherry, his beloved, punching him in the jaw with those leather-coated cannonballs and stretching the entirety esophagus, down to the gut where her previous ejaculations were in a storm.

Tonya came first. Her last heave struck him the hardest out of all of them as a deafening howl blew through her lips. She unleashed on his insides another tidal wave of cum, each throb of her cock muscle adding a degree of circumference to Brian's cummy-tummy. [i]Shplorsh-shplorsh-splorsh.[/i] Sherry did not last much longer, though she did not cum inside of him. In the moments leading up to her climax she uncorked his face and rapidly stroked her dick covered in spit. Brian gasped and held his mouth open for the coming flood. It smacked him in the face, neck, chest, and belly in a storm of cum ropes Sherry fired at him in rapid succession.

The volume died down only when their ecstasies did. Tonya, weak in the legs, pried Brian off her fuck stick which promptly went limp. A waterfall of seed blew out from his hole and smacked onto the carpet. He felt limp in her grasp, though a steady tremble had beset his muscles. A panting Sherry slumped back on the couch and waved Tonya over. Tonya sat down next to her and laid their inflated fuck toy on their laps, on top their deflating penises.

“You alive?" Tonya asked, aware of how violently she had fucked him.

“[i]Nnnnnnnnnn…[/i]" was his answer.

“He's fine," Sherry assured her. “I think he's built for it."

“I hope so." Tonya looked down at herself again and remembered what she had transformed into. “So are we going to be like this forever?"

“I don't know," Sherry said. “But judging how we've treated ourselves, I think we're gonna do just fine."

Tonya was looking into her palm. It was massive, calloused, capable of crushing a bowling ball in its grasp. Then she looked down at Brian. He was asleep, curled in their laps, bloated like a balloon and completely glazed in bull nut. Tonya smiled. “Yeah, I think we will too."

[b][center]THE END[/center][/b]