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Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry - The Sequel (tg) [2/10]
Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 02:10:11 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's part 2.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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************

BACK AT ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Jack slowly worked his way back to consciousness.  When he opened his 
eyes he looked up to see a beautiful, tall, auburn-haired beauty 
looking down at him.

"Mr. Smith?  Are you okay?"

"Where am I?  Last thing I remember was being attacked by two men 
while I was jogging in the park."

"You were attacked.  Do you recall who did it?"

"No.  They got me from behind and knocked me out before I knew what 
was happening.  But how did I get here?"

"I found you at the park and brought you here."

Jack looked at her and said, "I know you, don't I?"

"I was wondering if you'd remember.  My name is Elaine.  We met at 
your son's wedding."

"Oh, yeah, the... scientist, or something or other."

"Yes, that's me.  Well, Mr. Smith, one of the doctors I keep here has 
cleared you to leave any time you wish.  I promised your wife and son 
that I would fly you out to the ship as soon as you were ready.  I'd 
suggest you file a report with the police first."

"Fly me out?"

"Yes.  I'm afraid the doctor administered a sedative earlier.  The 
ship you were supposed to be on right now has already left port.  And 
since your wife was going to do no one any good sitting here fretting 
over you, your son and daughter-in-law took her to the ship.  So as 
soon as you're ready, I can have a helicopter ready to depart."

"Oh, no rush.  I mean, after all, I've still got to make that police 
report, don't I?"

"Of course.  Well, whenever you're ready, just come back here and 
I'll have a helicopter waiting for you."

Elaine walked out of the room shaking her head.  The man was so 
transparent.  He clearly planned on spending at least a few days away 
from his wife to fool around.  Just like James said he would.

She walked back to her office and pulled out a couple sheets of her 
personal stationery.  She thought about it then began to compose the 
letters for Jack.  Usually she would handle this personally as she 
had done so many times before, but James had recommended letters 
instead feeling that Jack would be more likely to react as they 
wanted if he had to face it in writing.  She wasn't sure she agreed, 
but James knew his father.

When she was finished, she found that Jack was already gone.  Well, 
it was time for her to leave anyways.  She got her stuff together and 
went down to the car.  She gave her chauffeur a quick kiss, and then 
got in and went home.

When she got there, she went in and collapsed in her chair.  Linda, 
the head of her household staff, a beautiful Native American Elaine 
had "converted" to a she-male, came up to her with a pot of tea, and 
set it beside her.  "Good evening, ma'am.  Rough day at work?"

"Not rough so much as filled."  As Linda poured her a cup of tea, 
Elaine said, "Ah, Linda, you always seem to know what I need."

"That's what makes me so good at my job."

And if Elaine had not been so tired, she might've noticed the strange 
taste to the tea.  But when she fell into a deep sleep, her only 
thoughts were about the lab work she had planned for tomorrow.  Lab 
work she would not have the chance to get done.

**************

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Jack wandered the strip, looking for a hooker to pick up.  He wanted 
a pretty one, but any would do.  He found a pretty, young blonde 
(most likely underage, not that he cared), and took her to an alley 
to fuck.

The girl reached over and undid his pants, freeing his dick.  She 
then leaned over, took his dick in her mouth and sucked him till he 
sprayed into her mouth.  He remained hard as he slid over towards the 
passenger seat, with the hooker climbing up and over him, straddling 
his legs.  She then lowered herself down onto his dick (she was 
wearing crotchless panties).  He grabbed her hips and started pumping 
her up and down, paying no attention to what she was getting out of 
it.  Soon he was spraying deep into her.

After he was finished, he paid the girl, drove her back to her 
corner, then drove home.  When he got there, he noticed that his dick 
was still hard, and he was still horny.  It surprised him, because he 
usually was good only for a maximum of two orgasms, usually only one. 
He got into bed, played with himself until he came, then fell asleep.

**************

NEXT MORNING, ON A HELICOPTER FLYING OVER THE OCEAN...

Elaine woke, a pasty taste in her mouth, and a beating sound in her 
ears.  She had enough experience with drugs to realize from the taste 
in her mouth that she had been drugged.  But it took her a few 
seconds to realize that the beating sound she heard came from the 
high speed whirling of the helicopter blades.

As she fought her way back to a full awareness of reality around her, 
she heard a voice say, "Good morning, ma'am..  Did you sleep well?"

It took her a few seconds to identify the voice.  "Norma," her 
personal helicopter pilot, "what's going on here?"

"A vacation, ma'am."

"You just got finished with a vacation."

"Not for me, ma'am.  For you."

"What?  I am far too busy for a vacation!  Return me home at once!"

"No, ma'am."

"What?!  Are you disobeying me?!"

"Yes, ma'am.  I am."

"You realize you're risking your job by disobeying me?"

"Yes, ma'am.  And normally obedience to your wishes always takes 
first precedence in my life.  But before your wishes must come your 
health and well being.  You have not had a vacation in over a decade. 
Both Susan and Linda agree that there is nothing going on in your 
life that can't wait till after the cruise is over."

"The cruise?  Is this James' idea?!"

"It started with him, ma'am, but there isn't a one of us that doesn't 
agree with it."

Elaine shook her head.  "Alright already.  I give.  I know when I'm 
licked.  How long till we reach the ship?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Elaine just smiled.  Fifteen minutes later the helicopter landed on 
the cruise ship.  Before she got out Elaine leaned forward and said, 
"Norma, you're not going to lose your job for this, but when I get 
back, you, Linda, and anyone else involved in this little conspiracy 
are due for a serious spanking."

Norma grinned.  "Promises, promises."

"Now give me a kiss before I go."  Norma leaned over and back a 
little and kissed Elaine on the lips.

Elaine got out and was met by the captain.  Norma got out and started 
unloading her luggage.  "Good morning, Miss..."

"Elaine.  Just Elaine."

"Miss Elaine.  Your suite is ready, just as your personal secretary arranged."

"Yes, very good.  Captain, I'm looking for Mr. James Smith.  I know 
he's on board.  Would you happen to know where he is?"

"Mr. Smith?  The name is familiar."  The captain thought for a 
moment.  "I believe he has the suite next to yours.  As to where 
exactly he is on the ship, I wouldn't hazard a guess.  But it's still 
early, so if he's the type to sleep in, he might still be in his 
room."

"He isn't, but I will check there first."

Melissa was making the bed in her room.  She knew the housekeeping 
staff would take care of it, but 40+ years of habitual room keeping 
wasn't something that just went away.  Besides, James and Sam 
deserved some time alone.  It was the anniversary of their deciding 
to marry, after all.

It was then that she heard the knock on the door.  Figuring it was 
housekeeping, she said, "Come."  The door opened and she turned, and 
was shocked by what she saw.  It was Elaine, the tall, sexy, 
beautiful woman who ran the clinic where her husband was (at least 
that was where she thought he was).

"Mrs. Smith?  Do you remember me?"  Melissa could only nod.  "I'm 
looking for your son.  Do you know where he is?"

"U...  Up on deck.  By the pool."

"Thank you."

As Elaine turned to leave, Melissa asked, "Why are you here?"  The 
question was a little rude, and Melissa could tell by the look Elaine 
gave her.  "I mean, why are you looking for my son here?"

"Isn't this his room?"

"No.  He and Sam are next door."

"Oh.  My apologies.  The captain said he'd be in the room next to mine."

"You're... next door?"

"Mm-hmm.  Guess that makes us neighbors."

"So, uhm, why weren't you here for departure?"

"To be honest, I didn't plan on coming at all."

"Then why are you here?"

"I made the mistake of confessing to your son that I hadn't had a 
vacation in over ten years, so he and some of my staff conspired to 
get me here against my will.  So I plan on finding him and slapping 
him for it.  Only playfully, of course."

Melissa smiled.  "Well you have his mother's permission to spank him, as well."

Elaine gave a light hearted laugh that sounded to Melissa like silver 
Christmas bells.  "Only if he wants it, and only if we're alone." 
Elaine winked at Melissa.  Melissa blushed.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I've 
shocked you.  You're so young looking, that I forget that you're from 
an older generation than I am."

"No problem."  Actually, it hadn't been the mere fact of the spanking 
that had caused her to blush.  It had been the sexual excitement she 
had gotten from the image of her son over this woman's knees, getting 
a spanking.

"See you on deck?"

"Yes."  She hadn't planned on going up on deck, but for some reason, 
she just couldn't say no to Elaine.  God help her if Elaine ever did 
ask for sex.  Melissa wasn't even sure she could say no to that any 
more.

It was only after Elaine had left that Melissa realized that she had 
forgotten to ask how Jack was.

******************

AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM...

Jack woke, and noticed a strange sensation in his body.  It was 
centered in his chest, but his entire body seemed to throb and 
tingle.  He reached up to scratch his chest and his hands bumped into 
something.  And whatever it was, the sensation was transferred 
directly to him.  He rolled over to turn on the light, and his chest 
felt strange.  Like it wanted to go in a direction entirely different 
from the one he wanted to go.  He clicked on the light and looked 
down.

"Oh, God!" he thought.  "I've got tits!  Big tits!"  He sat up and 
touched himself.  He felt the sensation of his fingers.  He rubbed 
and eventually pinched his tits, feeling every bit of it.  Well, if 
they were fakes, they were very good fakes.

He got up and went into the bathroom to look at himself in the 
mirror.  What he saw shocked him.  The changes went further than just 
his having tits.  His face was now rounder, softer, more... feminine. 
He still looked mostly like himself, but he definitely looked more 
effeminate, and, well,... younger.  Also, his waist and hips had 
changed, the former smaller, the latter wider.

How could this have happened to him?  Who had done it?  Somebody 
wanted him to be a girl?  But why?

He stopped to think about it.  Wait a minute, that woman, the one he 
had waken up to.  What was her name?  Elisa?  Eloise?  Elaine?  Yes, 
that was it.  Elaine.  Wasn't she a scientist of some kind?  Was she 
capable of doing this?

For some reason, it was getting harder and harder to think.  At 
first, he thought it was part of the process of becoming a woman, 
then he noticed it.  He was playing with his own tits, and the sexual 
excitement was diverting his attention.  Well, fine.  If he was going 
to get distracted by his sexual needs, then he was going to need to 
get rid of his sexual excitement.

He left the bathroom and went out to the bed.  He lay on his back, 
grasped his dick and started pumping.  He noticed that his body now 
seemed to take a little longer to get hard, and his free hand kept 
wandering to his tit.  At first, he tried to resist, not wanting to 
deal with the symbology of getting excited by playing with his own 
tits.  But after the third or fourth time of finding his hand on his 
tit, he decided, "Fuck it," and just let his hands do what they 
would.  He pumped his dick while rubbing his tit, and soon (although 
not as soon as he usually did) he was spraying wildly.

Then it happened.  It was a throbbing tingle that started in his 
balls and soon spread to the rest of his body.  He lay there and 
trembled for a few seconds.  When it stopped, he looked down at 
himself, then ran to the bathroom.  He was right!  His tits were 
larger!  Even his waist and hips had changed, growing smaller and 
larger respectively.

He walked out to the bedroom, got dressed in sweats and a T-shirt 
(which now barely fit over his tits), then went out to the main area 
of his room.  He was wondering what he was going to do when he 
noticed a letter on the floor by the door.  He picked it up and read 
it.

"Good morning, Jack,

If my guess is right, you should have a nice pair of tits hanging off 
your chest right now.  Let me guess, you went out and found some 
woman in a bar, or perhaps even hired a hooker then took her and had 
sex with her.

Shame on you, Jack.  You're a married woman.  Oops, married man. 
Well, if you won't be a faithful husband, then I will ensure it.

If you haven't figured it out yet, every orgasm you experience will 
cause your tits to grow 1 cup size, your waist to shrink 1 inch, and 
your hips to expand 1/2 inch.  Your original measurements were 
38-36-34, so figure out your current measurements from that.  The 
first one won't change.  It'll just have a cup size added to it.  The 
second will stop at a minimum of 20 inches, and the last will stop at 
a maximum of 38, but there is no maximum to your cup size.  I suggest 
you be a faithful and celibate husband, for if your tits grow too 
large they could damage your back.

Your face will also grow younger and more effeminate after every 
orgasm.  After all, how are you going to go out with tits if you 
don't look like a woman?

Take heart, though.  There is a way to reverse your change.  How? 
Simple.  Just orgasm within your wife after pleasuring her.  Your 
wife, unknown to her, has been treated with the reversal agent, which 
will co-mingle with the agents in your semen and undo what was done 
to you one stage for every orgasm.

Be a good husband, Jack.

Love,
Elaine"

So it was that bitch of a scientist who did this to him.  Poor, 
frustrated whore probably couldn't find a man, and hated all men for 
it.

And as for what she did to his face?  Did she really think he would 
be going out like this?  His wife would be back in... 6 days.  He 
could wait that long.

Curious though, Jack figured it out.  He had had two orgasms last 
night with the hooker, one before he went to bed, and one this 
morning.  That was four total which gave him measurements of 
38D-32-36!  That gave him only four more orgasms before his hips 
reached their widest, but 12 more till his waist reached his 
smallest.  And twelve more would give him a cup size of... M!  Did 
the woman really think he had that little control over himself?

***************

ON THE SHIP...

James, Sam, Susan, and Elizabeth were all on deck.  Sam had just told 
a joke and James was laughing when he was slapped on the back of the 
head.  Without looking at who did it, James said, "Good morning, 
Mistress."

Elaine gave him a disapproving stare.  "Good morning, James."

Elizabeth and Sam both said, "Mistress!"

Sam asked, "What are you doing here?  Did you take James up on his offer?"

"Not Exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"It seems your husband," Elaine turned to Elizabeth, "your wife, 
Linda, and a few others entered into a conspiracy to get me to take 
my first vacation in a decade, despite my direct wishes to the 
contrary."

James smiled, "You needed this and you know it."

Elaine sat down.  "Granted.  But that still doesn't mean I plan on 
letting you out of your punishment."

James quipped, "And you wonder why we call you Mistress."

Elaine laughed.  "Touch .  But that still doesn't mean I plan on 
going easy on the two of you."

Susan smiled conspiratorially.  "Promises, promises."

Elaine said, "She said, quoting her fellow conspirator, Norma." 
Susan stuck her tongue out at Elaine.  "Oh, by the way, James, since 
your mother has given me permission to spank you, I plan on going 
particularly hard on your cute, little ass."

"Oh, my," James said in mock fear, "whatever can I do to mollify you, 
great Mistress?"

"Well, you can start by kissing me.  We'll see what else you need to 
do after that."

"Gladly."  James leaned over and pressed his lips to Elaine's.

The two of them kissed sensuously, and, when they broke, Elaine said, 
"You always were a phenomenal kisser, James."

"Not always.  Just another of the benefits of Tracie."

 From down the deck, they heard Melissa ask, "Speaking of which, where 
is Tracie?"

"Hi, mom," James said.  "Oh, she's around here someplace.  Tracie 
does tend to come and go as she pleases."  James got up.  "Here, mom, 
take my seat while I go get another chair."

"Oh, no.  I can go get one of my own."

"Nonsense."  James escorted her to his chair before heading across 
the deck to find another chair.

Melissa hadn't wanted to say it, but she didn't want to take James' 
chair because SHE was sitting in the chair right next to it.  Trying 
not to let her discomfort show, she turned to Elaine and asked, "So, 
Elaine, I understand you're some kind of scientist?"

"Mm-hmm.  A biochemist."

"Pardon my ignorance, but what does a biochemist do?"

"I develop new medications and test their effects upon the human body."

"Well, that's all a little beyond me to tell you the truth."

Susan said, "Don't worry.  It's a little beyond everybody.  Elaine is 
years ahead of anything anyone else is doing."

As James returned with a chair, Elaine said, "Don't think that 
flattery is going to get you out of your punishment, Susan."

"Oh, no, ma'am."  Susan winked at Elaine.

Melissa sighed.  "I envy you youths your sexual freedom."

"Oh, come now," Elaine said.  "You're a youthful, attractive woman. 
I bet you could easily keep pace with any of us in bed."  An image of 
Melissa and Elaine naked in the same bed flashed through Melissa's 
mind and she blushed crimson.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I keep making you 
blush."

"It's no problem, really."  Deciding to start giving back what she 
was getting, Melissa said, "If I'm going to hang out with kids, I 
suppose I should learn to play kids' games."

Elizabeth laughed as Susan, James and Elaine just smiled.  Sam said, 
"Well said, mom.  And feel free to join in any games we all play 
together."

As images of a mass orgy flashed through Melissa's mind, she said, 
"With all five of you?  What are you trying to do?  Give your poor, 
old mother-in-law a heart attack?"

Sam laughed and hugged Melissa.  "Never, mom.  We all want you to 
stick around for a very long time."

Melissa said, "Son, you're being unusually quiet.  What's up?"

"Just... thinking about Tracie.  I think I'm gonna go look for her."

Sam asked, "Want me to go with?"

"Naw, you stay here with mom and Elaine.  But if Elizabeth and/or 
Susan could help, it'd be greatly appreciated."

"Sure, hun."

James, Elizabeth, and Susan got up and left the table.  After they 
left, Melissa asked Sam, "Why would he ask them, but not you?"

"Because I think they're planning a 3-way."

Elaine added, "Four if they actually find Tracie."

"Well, why didn't he ask you along?"

Elaine said, "In our new found spirit of openness, I think I can tell 
you that your son is a phenomenal lover with the endurance of a 
horse.  If we all take him on at once, he can and has worn us all to 
a nub.  So rather than try, we take turns with him."

To Sam, she asked, "You don't mind?"

"Hell, no, mom.  I know James loves me and no matter who either of us 
has sex with, we know we always have first place in each other's 
hearts."

"I guess it's just kind of unusual for a mother to learn her son is a stud."

Elaine gave a laugh and reached over and gave Melissa a one-armed 
hug.  When Melissa tensed up, she said, "I'm sorry.  I guess that was 
a little too friendly for us, yet."

Melissa felt chagrined.  How could she explain that she had just 
nearly orgasmed from Elaine's simple hug.  "No, I just wasn't 
expecting it.  No one outside of Sam or James has touched me like 
that in years."

"Not even your husband?"

Sam said, "Her husband isn't exactly responsive to her needs."

Melissa said, "Don't you start in.  I get enough of that from James."

"Well James is right, mom."

Before Melissa could respond, Elaine said, "Sam, leave your mother 
alone.  She knows what she's doing."

"Thank you."

Elaine put her hand on Melissa's.  "But I can say that if your 
husband isn't doing everything he can to treat you as nicely as he 
can, then he's a fool."

Melissa looked into Elaine's guileless eyes and said, "Thank you."

Down in Tracie's cabin, James got in, then stripped off his shirt. 
Barely able to talk, he told the couple, "Lock the door."

As Susan closed and locked the door, Elizabeth asked, "What is it, 
James?  What's wrong?"

Panting heavily, James quickly brought forth Tracie.  "It's mom.  For 
some reason, over the last couple days, she's been super-excited 
sexually.  Still trying to figure out why, but since my empathy 
causes me to feel everything she does, added to the level of sexual 
excitement we all operate on, it's incredibly hard to think.  If 
I'd've stayed up on deck with her a minute longer, I'd've grabbed 
someone and taken them right there."

"So what can we do?"

Tracie stood there, so excited that she was unable to move.  In a 
plaintive voice, she begged, "Help me find release."

Elizabeth smiled.  "Of course, love."  She took Tracie in her arms 
and kissed her.

Just the proximity of Elizabeth's body was enough to cause Tracie to 
experience her first orgasm of the day.  And thanks to the release, 
Tracie was able to take a more active role.  She reached up, and 
pulled Elizabeth to her.  Their bodies mingled, their breasts rubbing 
passionately.

When they finished their kiss, Susan and Elizabeth helped Tracie 
(still incredibly excited) to the bed.  They laid her on her back and 
began to slowly stroke her body.  They started on her legs, slowly 
rubbing and fondling them, they moved up, avoiding her crotch, 
rubbing her abdomen, switching off to her arms, and finally taking a 
breast each, rubbing, and sucking till Tracie experienced her second 
orgasm.

"Fuck me," said Tracie.

Elizabeth responded, "Your wish is our command."

Elizabeth removed her dress, slip and panties, leaving her corset, 
stockings and heels on, exposing her dick, while Susan removed James' 
shorts and briefs from Tracie.  Susan started to undress as Elizabeth 
got on the bed.  Placing her hands under Tracie's thighs, she lifted 
Tracie's legs up to her tits, exposing her ass for easy entry. 
Elizabeth got close, pressing her dick to Tracie.

"Shove it in," Tracie begged.  "Please, shove it in."

"Relax, baby," Elizabeth said, "we're here for you."  Tracie tried to 
relax as Elizabeth forced her way into Tracie's ass.  Tracie shivered 
as Elizabeth pressed their hips together.  Tracie's legs seemed to 
natural surround her lover's body and pull her closer.

Now that Tracie's legs were out of the way, Susan, now naked, got up 
on the bed and straddled Tracie's head.  Tracie, ever the diligent 
lover, tilted her head and started licking Susan's cunt.  She then 
reached up, took Susan's breasts in hand and started to rub and knead 
in the way she knew Susan liked.  Susan reached out and took her 
wife's breasts and rubbed them.  And Elizabeth completed the triangle 
by taking Tracie's breasts in hand and began rubbing them as she 
continued pumping into Tracie's ass.

Tracie trembled and came once again, this time finally regaining 
enough control to start taking a more active role in the sexual 
proceedings.  She slowed down her tongue on Susan, licking slowly 
along her slit.  She then touched Susan's clit with her tongue, 
brushing it ever so lightly.  Susan moaned and squeezed her wife's 
tits.  They moved together sensually until they came together in a 
3-way simultaneous orgasm.

After they calmed down, Tracie said, "Thank you."

Susan said, "Anytime, love.  You ready for more?"

"Actually, I better make an appearance as Tracie.  But if you two 
could stay here, out of sight, it'd go a long way to explaining James 
absence."

"Not a problem, dear.  But what about your mom?  Aren't you worried 
about getting overly excited as Tracie around her?"

"Maybe.  But this body seems better able to handle it than when I'm 
James.  Besides, I don't think mom likes Tracie much.  I think she 
feels that Tracie plays far too big a role in our lives."

"If she only knew."  Susan winked at Tracie as she got dressed in a 
bathing suit.

Tracie just smiled and left with a quick, "Have fun."

After she was gone, Elizabeth said to her wife, "So do you want to 
just wait around for a while or did you have something else in mind?"

Susan just growled and tackled her wife.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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