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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Leo (tg, magic) [2/5]
Date: Fri,  3 May 2002 04:10:04 -0400
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Here's my latest.

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, 
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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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This is strange. Wait until Jamaal finds out."

"Oh, he knows. You find out all this once you make a wish."

"Is there any way to stop it?"

"Only by making another wish. That is, by having the lion make a wish 
for the lioness." Tonya thought about what she could wish for Jamaal, 
but as soon as she did, she felt a wave of revulsion, as if that was 
the worst possible idea she could think of. "You're suddenly hating 
the idea, aren't you?" Tonya nodded. "Wondering why, since it seemed 
like such a good idea yesterday?" Tonya nodded again. "The lion does 
not give up its position of superiority easily. Wishing for him turns 
you into the lioness and him into the lion. I dare say, however, that 
Jamaal will try to convince you to make a wish for him. If he's 
anything like Jude was, his ego won't accept the lioness easily."

"Doesn't the coin make him want to accept the lioness?"

"Nope, he'll fight it every step of the way."

"What about Judy? She seems pretty happy with her life."

"She is. She came to realize that the lioness was actually a friend. 
It made her stronger, more powerful. Remember last Christmas party?"

"Vaguely." Tonya had only heard the stories secondhand, but she had 
heard that June and Judy had left the party after Judy had shoved 
some executive's head into the punch bowl. "What happened? Did 
somebody paw Judy's ass?"

"Actually, Jack Flint pawed my ass. Judy is surprisingly tolerant 
when it comes to people putting their hands on her, but she is just 
as intolerant when it comes to people putting their hands on me. 
Anyway, until Jamaal comes to grips with what he's becoming, he'll 
probably fight the transformation tooth and nail, unless he's some 
kind of closet cross dresser or the like."

"Anything I can do?"

"Be tolerant and understanding. Encourage the transformation, but 
only subtly. Praise him when you find him doing something feminine, 
and make an effort to make the sex more intense when he takes steps 
to accelerate the transformation."

"Feminine? Like what?"

"Oh, you might come home and find him in your lingerie, or might 
start carrying a purse. He'll probably call it a shoulder bag, or if 
he does admit to being a purse, he'll make some excuse about it just 
being a matter of practicality. But when it does start happening, and 
it will start happening, just act like it turns you on. In fact, you 
probably won't have to act. The first time I found Jude in panties, 
I near about raped him. After that, I don't think I could've got him 
out of women's underwear with anything short of brute force."

"Thinking of underwear, specifically of bras, when will he start 
actually needing them?"

"You mean when will he start growing boobs?" Tonya nodded, finding 
the concept of Jamaal becoming a woman to be an incredible turn on. 
"I'm not exactly sure when it started. We didn't keep a journal or 
anything. After about a month and a half, I noticed there was 
something in his bra to play with, barely enough to play with."

"At what point did Jude become Judy?"

"Couple of weeks after he started growing boobs. He was primping in 
the mirror, and I addressed him as Jude, whereupon he turned to me 
and told me to call him Judy, climbed into bed with me, and had me 
ravage HER all night."

"Does this increased sexual drive ever subside? You two seem to need 
sex on a daily basis."

"Actually, the sex is secondary right now. Judy wants another baby, 
so we've got to have sex every day."

"Got to? Why not just say no? It seems that, if you ordered it, Judy 
would run naked through the streets."

"Oh, she would. For almost every decision, the lion is the primary 
decision maker. If I want it, she'd go along with almost any 
decision, as long as it doesn't endanger her, me, or the baby. There 
is, however, one exception, sex. When she wants it, I can't say no. I 
can't even think of saying no."

"Why is that?"

"I think it's the equivalent of a real lioness going into heat, but 
where a real lioness goes into heat only once per biological cycle, 
any time she gets sexually excited, she emits this... absolutely 
incredible smell. We've become far less social, because every time 
we're out and about, she'll see some good looking babe, and I'll have 
to fight to keep from ripping her clothes off right in public." June 
started rubbing the crotch of her pantsuit. "In fact, just the memory 
of that smell... Excuse me, I've got to call Judy." June dashed into 
her office, closing the door behind her.

It was only a half-hour later when Judy came into the office. She 
briefly greeted Tonya, then went straight in to June. As she passed 
by Tonya, Tonya did notice a different smell, a smell that started 
her pussy watering, and filled her mind with images of Jamaal, mostly 
images of a naked Jamaal. It was nothing she couldn't control, so she 
guessed that the smell of any lioness was specific to her lion, even 
though it had an effect on all lions.

Tonya had a devil of a time making excuses all morning for people 
trying to get a hold of June, but managed it admirably. During a 
period where all she was doing was sitting and listening to June and 
Judy go at it, she thought about Jamaal and her. Would this be them 
in a few months, her going buck wild just thinking of the smell of 
Jamaal? Somehow, she thought it would, and the thought excited her. 
It was a savage, primal life that made her blood boil, and made her 
feel like roaring like a lion.

But as she sat there, other thoughts came to her. Right now, Jamaal 
was probably out looking for a job. If he found one, he wouldn't be 
able to just traipse on down to work whenever he needed a quickie, 
and that wasn't even factoring in the problems that would be 
resulting from his physical transformation. No, when she got home, 
she would lay down the law. He would just have to start a home 
business, and that was that.

It was after lunch when Judy finally left the office, blowing a kiss 
to Tonya as she left. After she was gone, a very disheveled June came 
to the door and said, "God, she's hot."

"You need to fix your blouse. You put the buttons in the wrong holes."

June looked down at her displaced blouse, smiled, and said, "Oops," 
as she started to straighten her blouse.

Tonya smiled and asked, "Am I gonna turn out like this? Totally shameless?"

June feigned indignance and said, "Me? I'm not totally shameless." 
She turned to walk back into her office and said over her shoulder, 
"Just mostly shameless."

The rest of the day was spent normally with office work taking up 
their time. Promptly at 5, Tonya said her goodbyes and rushed out, 
going straight home. Jamaal wasn't home, and she began to pace 
nervously, equating herself with a tiger in a cage. Right after that, 
however, she mentally corrected herself, thinking that she was a lion 
in a cage.

At almost 5:30, Jamaal came in, yelling, "I'm home!"

Suppressing the animal rage she had begun to feel at being kept 
waiting, Tonya put a polite tone in her voice and asked, "Hey, hun, 
where have you been?"

"Out looking for a job. I think I've got a couple good leads, too."

Tonya had to keep from becoming overbearing and just ordering Jamaal 
to give up his job hunt, although she was sorely tempted. Instead she 
decided on a softer approach. She gave him a broad, pretty smile and 
said, "Jamaal, love, these entry level jobs are beneath you. You're 
not cut out to be a corporate slug. You're creative and, well, more 
than just a bit pushy. You need a job where those are assets, not 
liabilities.  I want you to stop looking for a job where you're 
somebody's lackey, and tomorrow I want you to start looking into 
starting a home business."

Previously, whenever Tonya had brought up the subject of a home 
business, Jamaal had either took it as an insult, or made some quick 
excuse and ended the conversation by moving on to another subject. 
This time, he actually started to squirm physically. Tonya could feel 
it. The power of the coin, the power of the lioness, was compelling 
him to obey her, and, as June predicted, he was trying to fight.

Finally, he said, "Come on, Tonya, you know I don't have the 
experience or knowledge necessary to start a business."

"Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people start businesses every 
month with less experience or knowledge than you have. A little 
research at the library, and you'll be ready to go."

Jamaal squirmed some more. "I don't think we should. It'll be a big 
risk, too big."

"No big risk, really. Your income has never been all that great, and 
what with you out of a job, I think this is the perfect time for you 
to start a new business." She saw Jamaal trying to think up something 
else to say and decided to use some of her newfound authority. "No 
more argument. Tomorrow, you are to research starting a new business."

Jamaal looked down, unwilling to meet her gaze. "You held the coin. 
You know I can't deny you, but I think you're exploiting this ability 
of yours."

This was a surprise. She figured he'd still be denying what was 
happening to him, but she didn't try a cover-up. "You're right. I am 
exerting my leonine authority, but it's not just because I can." She 
took Jamaal's hand. "Come with me." She pulled Jamaal into the 
bedroom and dug through her drawers. Finally, she got out a T-shirt 
and held it up. "Jamaal, you made this."

Clearly still uncomfortable, he shifted around a bit and said, "It's 
just something I do."  Tonya turned the T-shirt front to back, so 
that both sides could be seen. On the front were, in nice, block 
letters, the words, "I'M A PROFESSIONAL AT TYLER PUBLISHING," and on 
the back, near the bottom of the shirt, were the words, "PROFESSIONAL 
ASS KISSER," and just below that a pair of lips, the lips being right 
at the top of Tonya's butt when she wore it.

"Yes, I know. You consider it just a hobby, but when I wore this to 
the company picnic last month, I got plenty of compliments. June, in 
particular, was highly amused. She even ask where I got it. She was 
completely surprised when she found out you had. She said it looked 
like some big, commercial company had done it."

"But that doesn't mean that I can sell these professionally."

"I think it does, and we're at least going to try. Like I said, 
tomorrow, you're going to go down to the library and research 
starting a home business. June and Judy can be your first customers. 
June mentioned that she had some cute ideas for T-shirts she could 
get for Judy."

Jamaal mulled it over, finally saying, "This would go a lot faster if 
we got a computer with an Internet connection. I can get all my 
research done at home."

They had discussed the issue before. the computer would've been 
helpful, for things like when Tonya had to bring home work from the 
office, or they had the need to look something up, or for the 
occasional a time when they wanted to special order something that 
wasn't readily available in a local store, but Tonya knew it would be 
too much of a temptation for Jamaal. A computer that could connect to 
chat rooms, game sites, and porn sites, not to mention whatever games 
it came with, would probably be too big of an excuse for Jamaal, and 
he'd wind up wasting too much time; not that he was a bad person, 
just easily distracted. And so, after just a few seconds thought, she 
replied, "We'll see."

He tried to press his case, but she cut him off with a quick, "Enough 
talk. It's time for dinner."

She started to walk towards the kitchen to make dinner. It was her 
turn, after all (it was supposed to be her turn yesterday, but the 
transformation and taken up their time). Jamaal, however, said, "I'll 
take care of that."

As he headed to the kitchen, she asked, "Are you sure?"

"I know I wouldn't normally offer to cook on your night, but I just 
feel the need to make up a meal for you."

"Okay." Tonya briefly wondered if Jamaal knew why he felt the need to 
cook for her. In a lion pride, the lioness was the primary provider 
of food. He didn't seem to get it, but she decided it really wasn't 
relevant to her, after all, but it wasn't fair for him to go through 
his transformation without at least knowing what was going on.

She walked to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around him while he 
was cutting vegetables and asked, "You do know why you're doing this?"

"I just wanted to cook for you."

"I suppose that's possible, but I'm pretty sure that it's part of the wish.

He stopped cold. "I should have guessed that." He turned a little to 
face her. "I'm scared, Tonya. I'm not sure I can do this. Could you 
make a wish for me?"

"Sorry, no. The lion within me won't let me wish for you unless I 
have to." Actually, that wasn't quite true. If she tried, she 
could've wished for him, but, whether due to the wish or some other 
reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do that.

Dejected, he turned back to cutting his vegetables and muttered, "Oh, okay."

She slid one hand down to his crotch and rubbed it suggestively. 
"Don't worry, though. I'm going to be right here, no matter what 
happens to you."

He moaned, closed his eyes, and pressed his crotch forward. That was 
when it happened. He started to emit a smell that made Tonya want to 
throw him to the ground, rip his clothes off, and have her way with 
him right there. Before she could do anything, he slapped her hand 
and said, "Stop that, I need to make dinner."

She regretfully controlled herself and returned to the other room. 
She watched him through the entry way between the two rooms, but she 
had to stop that when he took off his shirt, otherwise she would have 
rushed into the kitchen and ravaged him. She called out, "Call me 
when dinner is ready!" and went into their bedroom.

She tried to sit patiently, but the smell had her too agitated, and 
it was only getting stronger. She paced nervously, fighting the 
temptation to force Jamaal to have sex with her. When the lust was 
almost too much to bear, she finally heard, "Dinner's ready!"

She all but ran in into the dining area, where she saw Jamaal 
standing there, still naked from the waist up. "Why'd you take your 
shirt off?"

"Oh, just feeling hot and sweaty. Here's your dinner. I made 
stir-fry. I hope that's okay."

"Sure." He set one plate in front of her and sat down in his chair. 
As she sat, she asked, "Are you going to put on another shirt?"

"Hadn't planned to. Why? Do you want me to?"

Tonya could only shake her head negatively. They started to eat, but 
Tonya could only nibble a bit, instead pushing her food around the 
plate. Finally, Jamaal asked, "What's wrong? You're not eating your 
food," and that was all it took. Tonya threw herself across the 
table, knocking the food to the floor. She tackled Jamaal, then 
proceeded to rip both of their pants open. When she had his cock 
(which just happened to be erect) out, she sat herself down on it and 
rode him through three orgasms.

The next day, work seemed almost strange in that nothing happened 
that was out of the ordinary. At the end of the day, Tonya went home 
again to find a pile of books on the table. Picking one up, she found 
that they were about how to start a business. Not all of them were 
about home businesses, but they were all about starting one.

She called out, "Jamaal, are you home?"

"I'm in the kitchen."

Tonya went where she could see Jamaal, only to find and totally 
naked. "Hey, babe, what's with the in the buff routine?"

Jamaal shrugged. "Just felt overheated and stifled in my clothes. 
Probably an effect of the coin." Tonya arched an eyebrow in 
suspicion, but since she was behind Jamaal he didn't see it. This 
didn't sound like anything June had described to her, and he had been 
a little too quick to use that as an excuse, anyway. "Would you look 
after my stew? I got to go use the bathroom."

"Sure."


-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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