Message-ID: <33586asstr$1006330207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <a05100307b820cf10f373@[209.112.142.157]> From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 18:26:23 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry - The Sequel (tg) [4/10] Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 03:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33586> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new addy to get it out. Part 4. Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- 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. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- ************** AT THE HELICOPTER PAD ON TOP OF ELAINE'S CLINIC... Jack walked up to the helicopter pilot who was leaning against the helicopter, reading a newspaper. "Well, I'm ready." The woman folded up the newspaper and said, "Alright, let's see it." "See what?" "Your panties. Lift your dress." "What?" "I know for a fact that Mistress Elaine told you that I would be checking your lingerie. Now I can plainly see through that somewhat translucent top that you are wearing a bra around your rather prodigious bosom, but I can't see whether you're wearing panties under that leather mini you're wearing. So lift it up a bit and let me see if you're wearing some panties." Jack cringed a bit, but did as he was ordered. When Norma saw the panties, she said, "Get in," and got into the pilot's seat. As she started up the engine, she said, "So how'd they convince you to buy that dress?" "What do you mean?" "Well, even you must be able to see how suggestive that dress is. The see-through top with the low-cut cleavage, the leather mini-skirt bottom. It barely covers you. I believe the phrase that applies is "more naked than naked"." "The salesgirl said it would be flattering to my figure." As well as the two of them having sex with him, causing another couple cup sizes of growth. "I couldn't figure out a way to tell them I didn't need a figure flattering dress. They kept telling me that a girl with a figure like mine shouldn't hide it." Norma just smiled. Had Jack had the guts to tell them what he really was, and face the embarrassment of being a punished, feminized male then the girls at the store had orders to leave him alone. She got the helicopter started and took off. Now it was time to see if Jack had the perceptiveness to figure out what he had to do next. ************** BACK ON THE SHIP, LATER THAT SAME DAY... Melissa had been looking for her son all morning. She had run into Susan, Elizabeth, Elaine and even Sam and Tracie, but each told her that she had just missed James. She was beginning to wonder if maybe something untoward had happened to James when she saw him on one of the pool chairs, Samantha sitting on his lap. She briefly grew angry at Sam, thinking that the girl had betrayed her son. She stormed right up to him. "James, we need to talk. Now!" Sam asked, "Mom, is something wrong?" Angry from what she had heard earlier, and frustrated by her hours long search for James, Melissa said, "Don't mom me, you... you... hussy!" James said, "Mother! That's my wife you're talking to!" "James, that's exactly what we need to talk about! Let's go back to your cabin. Samantha, you should come along. I have some things I want to see if you have the guts to admit to." Just then the ship's purser came up. "Mrs. Melissa Smith?" "Yes?! What is it?!" The purser was a bit taken aback by the savagery of her response, but managed to say, "I have a message from your husband." Suddenly the years of abuse kicked in, and Melissa grew much more subdued. "Uh, what is it?" "He... politely requests your presence in your cabin as soon as you can possibly manage it." Torn between her desire to protect her son, and her fear of her husband, Melissa vacillated in place until James said, "Go ahead, mom. Sam and I will wait in our suite until you're finished with dad." "Uh, okay." After Melissa left, James asked the purser, "Excuse me, that message, did you clean it up some?" "Well, yes, I did. The man was extremely rude on the phone." "And the man who left this message. Did he have a rather effeminate voice?" "Why, yes, he did. At first I thought it was a woman, and the man grew rather irate with me." James smiled. "Well, I guess it's time for a confrontation with dad." Sam got up off his lap. "Then I guess I'll go back to the cabin and wait for you two. I wonder what's got mom's panties in a bunch." "I'm not sure, but I expect we'll find out soon." Melissa went back to her suite. What was her husband doing here? And how had he gotten here? She had seen the helicopter land (Elaine had went to talk to the pilot), but some big busted brunette had gotten out. When she got back to her room, she called out, "Jack?" From the bedroom, she heard, "In here." She started towards the bedroom. "Are you okay? You sound funny." "Just get in here." "I'm coming." Melissa stepped into the bedroom. The lights were off, but there was enough lights streaming in through the portholes (really windows stylishly designed to look like more authentic versions) for her to see. But she didn't see Jack. "Jack are you here?" The door closed behind her. She turned and saw the woman who had gotten off of the helicopter earlier. "Who are you?" At first Melissa thought that Jack had brought home another strange woman to have sex with (he had done that before), but the woman roughly grabbed her by the arms and said, "It's me, your husband." Melissa thought that the woman was nuts, but there was something about her tone, and definitely something about her face. Melissa took a good look at the woman's eyes, and saw it. The cold cruelty. The almost calculating harshness. "JACK!" Melissa looked him up and down. "What the hell happened to you?!" "Just shut up and get on the bed!" Then, before she could respond, he roughly threw her onto the bed. Yup, that was Jack. As Jack ripped off her panties, she closed her eyes and went to that special place in her mind where Jack wasn't. While she was watching butterflies, and smelling roses, Jack started pounding away into her. It seemed to take him a little longer than usual, but eventually he started spraying into her. She expected him (or was it her now?) to just roll off and fall asleep, but instead he rolled off and fell on the floor. She got up and looked at him. He lay there, his eyes closed in pain. His whole body trembled until, suddenly, his dress and bra (he had been wearing a bra?) ripped open, his massive tits growing even more massive. Melissa tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was, "What the?" Practically in tears, Jack said, "She said they'd shrink if I had sex with you." Before Melissa could ask who he was talking about, a voice from the door said, "Actually, her exact words were, 'Orgasm within your wife after pleasuring her.'" The two turned and saw James standing there, casually leaning against the door frame. He stood up and walked towards his mom and dad, "I know, I helped her write it." Jack looked at his son, "You did this to me? Why?" "Because of that crap you pulled at my wedding. I asked you to be nice, to be polite to my friends, but noooooooo. You insulted ALL of the women there, including my wife. The day that should've been the happiest in my life was almost ruined by your sexist crap!" Melissa said, "But what did you do?" "I had Elaine pump him full of some special compounds she developed. Any time he orgasms except after pleasuring you, his proportions become much more feminine. His hips widen, his waist shrinks, and his tits grow." Jack whined, "But I did orgasm in her." "After pleasuring her, dad. And since you seem too dense to figure it out, that means that she's got to orgasm first. And if you orgasm in her without her orgasming first, you get not one, not two, but 3 cup sizes of growth." Melissa began laughing. It started with suppressed muffles, but soon moved to all out laughter. Jack yelled, "Stop laughing at me!" and tried to rise. But with all the extra weight he had on his chest, he lost his balance and fell back on his ass, which only served to amplify the laughing fit Melissa was experiencing. "What's so funny, mom?" It took a few seconds for Melissa to get it under control. At which point she saw her husband struggling to rise and broke out in peals of laughter again. After she got it under control, she said, "I was just struck by the irony of it. You turn your father into a sexy teenage girl and, in order to get back to normal, he's got to do something he's never done before in his life." "You've never had an orgasm before?" "Not having sex with your father. Oh, this is just too funny." Jack said, "This is NOT funny. Stop laughing at me!" "Or you'll what? You can't even stand up, Jack. Better be careful or I'll walk away and you'll be like that forever." James said, "Oh, I doubt that." "What do you mean?" "Dad doesn't just look like a teenager, he's also got the sex drive of one. Without some form of sexual release, he's going to have at least a couple wet dreams tonight." "And he'll still..." Melissa started laughing again. Jack yelled, "SHUT UP!" "Dad, you don't get it, do you? Without mom you become and stay a wasp-waisted 13 year old teenage girl with the tits of a porn queen. And that'll never change. Even if she's nice enough to let you get back to normal, if you ever cum again without pleasuring her, your tits start growing all over again. In other words, dad, mom owns you. You do what she says, when she says, or you're screwed." Jack looked up at his wife. Clearly she was reveling in her newfound power. Dejected, he said, "Yes, sir." Melissa smiled. "Just sit there, Jack. No, make that Jacqueline. Or do you have an objection to that?" Jack almost said something, but bit it back. "No, ma'am, no objections." "Good. If you feel up to it, you may crawl on to the bed. We'll start your lessons in how to pleasure me tonight." "Yes, ma'am." Melissa took her son's arm. "Come along, son." After they left the room, James asked, "So you like my gift?" "I love it. But that still doesn't help with you and Sam." "Mom, what's up?" "When we get to your room. I don't want to talk behind Sam's back." They walked into the suite James and Sam shared. Sam was there reading the free ship's magazine that was in every room of the ship. Seeing the two, she said, "Hi, mom." "Samantha." James went over to Samantha and sat beside her. "I'm not sure how I should start this." James wrapped his arm around Sam. "Start anywhere you'd like." "Well, I guess it starts this morning. I had a little talk with Tracie." "Yes, I know, mom. You asked her to leave our life. And although the thought is appreciated, it was totally unnecessary." "So she told you about that. I expected that. But what she doesn't know, is that I went after her after she left. I went down to her room, and saw Tracie and Sam enter the room. I went up to the door, and I... well, I peeked in. They were having sex." "So. You knew that Sam and Tracie were lovers even before that. I told you that." "Yes, but did you know that Sam said she loved Tracie more than you?" "Oh." James and Sam smiled at each other. "I can see where that would be misconstrued." "Son, I know you probably think she was just kidding, but you weren't there. She was being totally serious." "I should hope so." "What?! Son, you can't be serious. A man and woman should love each other above all else. If she didn't love you above Tracie, she shouldn't have married you." James and Sam just grinned at each other. James said, "I think to clear this up we're going to have to introduce you up close and personal to Tracie." As James stood, Melissa said, "I don't think I need to see any more of Tracie." James just said, "Mom, just wait." "But-" "Mom, shhhh." James removed his shirt. Melissa was about to say something, but James just put his finger to his lips in a silencing gesture. He then closed his eyes. Melissa was about to ask what was going on when James started to change. His chest started to swell, forming breasts. His waist shrunk, and his hips expanded. His legs and arms slimmed and tapered, and his face rounded and smoothed. Melissa stood there in amazement as Sam tossed a very realistic blonde wig to her son. James quickly and expertly put it on, and, as simple as that, Tracie stood before Melissa. "Hello, Mrs. Smith." Then James/Tracie winked at her. "But how? Why?" "Well, you remember me telling you that Tracie had helped us through a rough spot a while back?" Melissa nodded. "Well, about a year ago, I broke it off with Sam. I thought I was justified, but it was really just a selfish, asinine reason. So Sam went to Mistress Elaine and arranged to transform me into Tracie. The original plan was to make it so that she could transform me at her command, and, like dad is to you, I would become beholden to her for any time I spent as James." "So, you're her... sex slave?" Sam said, "No. I had been hurt by James and I wanted to teach him a lesson before I revealed what I had done to him. But before that James learned his lesson, and he and Tracie... merged. Became one person. He gained control of the transformation and can be James or Tracie at will. I can tell you, it freaked me out when he first transformed without prompting." "So... if they're the same person, why did you say you loved Tracie more than James?" James explained, "It's a play on words, mom. As a mental exercise, Sam keeps a running tally of how many times she's had sex with me as Tracie, and how many times she's had sex with me as James." Sam said, "Currently Tracie's ahead 273 to 269." "But why'd you break it off in the first place?" James said, "That's kind of personal, mom." Sam put her hand on her husband's arm. "It's okay, hun. I think we can trust mom." Sam turned to Melissa. "You see, mom. James and Jack weren't the only ones to benefit from Elaine's know how. I was born Samuel Nevada." Sam reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, showing Melissa a rather large cock. "And thanks to a problem with the compound, I can never get rid of this." "And before I merged with Tracie, if I would've known, I would've dropped her like a hot stone." "And now?" James put his arms around his wife. "Now only our love matters." "That's amazing. Oh, and what I said to you earlier, Sam! Can you ever forgive me?" Sam left her husband's arms and walked to Melissa and gave her a hug. "Of course, mom. You were only trying to protect your son. As any of us would." Melissa hugged her daughter-in-law. Then she asked, "Son, earlier, when you were Tracie, you said, I had been driving you crazy. Don't tell me you're having sexual thoughts about your dear old mom?" James was staring at his mom in a weird way. "Actually, mom, I've been having sexual thoughts about you since I hit puberty," Melissa blushed, "but that wasn't what I was talking about." "Then what?" "Mom, do you have any lesbian tendencies?" Melissa could only babble, "I... I... How..." James said, "That's it! And being around Sam, Susan, Elizabeth, Elaine, and even Tracie all cruise, it's no wonder your sex drive has been going into overdrive." Sam walked behind Melissa and hugged her in an overtly sexual way, taking her breasts in hand and massaging them. "Mother, you should've said something. Any one of us would've been more than willing to help." "But... But..." She wanted to say something to stop it, to deny it, but, oh, Sam's hands were so marvelous. Sam said, "Don't try to deny it, mom. A feminine perspective isn't the only thing Tracie gave James." Tracie walked over and reached behind Melissa and unzipped her dress. "You see, mom, I also got a psychic level of empathy from Tracie. I'm not just aware of others' emotional state, I feel it inside my own body. And to be quite blunt," Tracie kissed Melissa, "your sexual need has been driving me crazy all cruise." Melissa wanted to protest. This was her son and daughter-in-law, after all. But it was really hard to think with Sam's hands roaming her breasts and abdomen, and James' (Tracie's?) lips on her face and neck. Melissa made a last, weak effort to push her son away before succumbing to the pleasure he and his wife were giving her. She leaned back against Sam, turning her neck so as to both give her son greater access to the nape of her neck, and also to give Samantha a kiss on the lips. As her son started to remove her dress, she reached up and touched her son's breasts. Through panting breath, she said, "They're so real feeling." "Of course they feel real, mom. They are real. As real and as sensitive as any woman's breasts." "Amazing." Sam moved her hands long enough for James to remove Melissa's dress, then reached around and removed her mother's bra (the clasp was in front between her breasts). Melissa looked down with an almost abject fascination as her breasts were exposed to the young lovers. Being born before the sexual revolution, she had been taught that sex was wrong, and that the naked body was something to be ashamed of, so, with the exception of being bathed as a small girl, she had never had her body exposed to another. Even sex with her Husband had been in the dark. But now, where she thought she would be unable to stand it, she found instead the revelation of her body to the light with others present to be a liberating experience. She moaned softly, and fell back against Sam as James/Tracie (now this was going to get confusing in short order) kissed his/her way down her neck, laying a line of kisses in a spiral around her right breast till he finally, gently took the nipple in his mouth and sucked it to a hard point. He then returned his mouth to the nape of her neck and repeated the process on her left breast. Melissa tried to remain standing, but her knees buckled from the pleasure she was experiencing. Pleasure far greater than any she had ever experienced before. Sam caught her, and her son took her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Part of her wanted to protest. Fifty plus years of social conditioning was not thrown off in a few seconds. Incest was wrong. Sex was wrong. Lesbian love was wrong. Nudity was wrong. But somehow, looking up into the eyes of her son (daughter?), the words seemed foolish and hollow. Silly, even. As her son leaned down and kissed her on the lips in a decidedly non-son-like manner, she felt Sam's hands on her hips, Sam's finger's sliding under the elastic of her panties. Sam began to pull the last of her clothing down. That part of her that was still resisting knew that this was the final step. If she let this happen it would be entering a whole new world. A world of sexuality. A world she had always been taught was bad, and evil. But it was a world where her son and daughter-in-law walked freely. A world where they loved each other, and their friends, and, yes, even their mother with all the passion, both physical and emotional, they could muster. How could such a world be bad or wrong, much less evil? Melissa threw caution to the wind and lifted herself from the bed so Sam could pull her panties down. She reached up and pulled James' neck down, briefly surprising him before he matched her newfound passion with his own. His hand went to her breast and lightly stroked and tweaked the nipple. As Melissa felt Sam's mouth on her legs, she moaned, this time making no effort to hide the sound. Then she felt a strange presence in her mouth. It took her a few seconds to realize that it was his tongue, and that he was French kissing her. It only took her another second to realize that she liked it. She playfully batted at his tongue with her own until he pulled it out of her mouth. He pulled back and smiled. She smiled back until gasping when Samantha's lips kissed the lips of her cunt. Samantha felt her tongue move slowly along the outside of her vagina, moving in ellipses, up one side and down the other. Always coming tantalizingly close to her clitoris, but every time Melissa thought she was going to touch it, her tongue moved away in a teasing dance. James' fingers teased and stroked her and she could barely stand it. She whimpered in desire. Then Samantha, apparently hearing her need, allowed her tongue to finally touch Melissa's now very aroused love button. And, after all the teasing, and stroking, and loving, she orgasmed. And an orgasm like this she had never had. The only way she had ever cum before had been through masturbating herself (something she had been taught was also wrong, but which she couldn't ever break herself of the habit of), and that was nothing... NOTHING as compared to this. Her body trembled and shook and exploded. And as she climaxed for the first time, Samantha continued to lick her, and James continued to stroke her. Then, just when she thought it was over, she felt another crest build within her, exploding before the first was gone. And between Sam and James' expert manipulations, it wasn't long before she felt a third and a fourth orgasm explode within her. She stopped counting after that as the lines between her orgasms blurred and they started to come rapid-fire. At some point, Melissa passed out from the intense sensations she was feeling. When she woke up, she was looking up into the faces of her concerned children (at some point, the distinction in-law had ceased to hold any meaning for her feelings towards Sam). Sam asked, "You okay, mom?" All Melissa could say was, "So that's what a multiple orgasm is like." James (still in his Tracie body) giggled. "She's fine." They helped Melissa to a sitting position. Woozy, she said, "I was gonna ask if someone was going to fuck me, but after that, I think I better take a break and rest." James said, "Good idea, mom. Besides, there's something else I want to discuss with you." "What's that?" "Now that you've found some sexual release, I can think straight. And, thinking back, I realize that the times that your sexual need was at its highest was when you and Elaine were both present." Just the mere mention of Elaine's name was enough to cause Melissa to "spike" in sexual desire again, causing James to recoil as the waves of her sexual need washed over him. "Woah. Now I know I'm on the right track." "Well, Elaine is a very sexy woman." "Yes, she is. And I also know that she's as hot for you as you are for her. Which is why I hadn't noticed it before. I wasn't sure which one of you it was coming from." "Well then, now what?" "My suggestion? As soon as you're feeling up to it, make a pass at her. She may not be expecting it, but it shouldn't be hard getting her into your bed." Melissa blushed a bit, but smiled at the thought of being with Elaine. "I just might do that, James." "One more thing, mom." "Yes." James/Tracie went over and got a bikini. "When I'm in this form, you have to refer to me as Tracie. It prevents problems with strangers." "Okay, I'll try to remember." After Tracie was in her suit, Melissa asked, "Son, since I've never seen you naked as Tracie, do you still have your... penis?" "Yes, mom." Melissa looked at him. "How do you hide it?" Tracie smiled. "There are tricks to it. Shall we go, ladies?" They left the room, and Sam and Melissa took Tracie's arms and they walked together to the deck. When they got there, they saw Susan, Elizabeth, Elaine sitting by the pool and a strange woman standing nearby, all dressed in bathing suits. Melissa whispered a question into Tracie's ear, and she said, "I think she'd love that." Melissa smiled, walked up behind Elaine, and threw her arms around her. Once Elaine realized who it was, she said nothing, unwilling to disturb the moment. After Melissa let her go, she said, "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" "I just saw my new and improved husband, and wanted to say thanks." "You're very welcome." Melissa gave Elaine a quick kiss on her earlobe, and then deftly slipped her tongue into the ear itself. Elaine was surprised, and when she looked at Melissa, Melissa had already moved over to the strange woman, leaving Elaine to wonder what had just happened, and whether or not she should be excited or offended. Melissa extended her hand. "Hello. I don't believe we've met. My name is Melissa." The woman took Melissa's hand. "My name is Norma. I pilot Mistress Elaine's helicopter." As Melissa sat down, she said, "Well, have a seat and join us." "Unfortunately I won't be able to have a seat for a little while." "Why is that?" "Because Mistress and I just had a "discussion" about my role in tricking her onto this boat. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but," Norma breathed out while rubbing her butt, "it does have its side effects." "Well, I can't say as that I'm sad you brought her. Elaine has been a particularly charming companion. I've thoroughly enjoyed her company, and hope to see more of her throughout the cruise." Elaine tried to fathom what Melissa was saying. Was it really sexual double entendre, or was she just hearing what she wanted to hear? Unfortunately, Melissa's face betrayed nothing, which could mean either she meant nothing by it, or she was a lot better at this game then she had let on. Elaine looked to Tracie. "Don't think I've forgotten your role in this, young lady. You've got yours coming, too." Tracie just winked and smiled. Sam said, "Ooh, can I watch?" Elaine laughed. "You're a bit of a scamp, young lady." Susan asked, "So who's going into town with the two of us when the ship pulls into dock tomorrow?" Tracie said, "Sounds like fun. You up for it, Sam?" "Sure. Mom, what about you?" "Agreed." Melissa got an evil smile on her face. "I even think Jacqueline should come along. If only to carry packages." "You realize he'll protest." "So?" Elaine laughed. "Well, it seems you've got Jacqueline thoroughly under your thumb. And just to make sure, the ship stays in town for two days. Why don't we stay in town overnight? That way if Jacqueline absolutely refuses, she can be a little more buxom in the morning." Melissa laughed. -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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