The breasts changed, too, from the huge pillows I mentioned a moment ago, to little more than nubbins. The nipples came in all natural colors. Some were relatively calm, while others stood up tall and proud. I closed and opened my eyes in quick succession, just to see who I�d be fucking next.

And then the venom wore off.

The women became physically repulsive to me. They were too large or they had deformities. Their vaginas were hard or dry and the faces became old and wrinkled. I tried to reach for the elixir but it seemed to be just a little out of reach. And I was compelled to keep up a steady rhythm of pelvic thrusts, even though I found my partners to be abhorrent. I strained to reach the glass.

And each time my eyes closed and opened, a new, more vile creature would be underneath me. I tried not to blink as I reached up for that glass just out of my reach, but somehow the air had turned so dry that I couldn�t keep my eyes open. I tried keeping my eyes closed, but some force of morbid curiosity forced me to open them - and to look.

I then closed my eyes and with an extra effort, forced them to stay closed. But I kept fucking whoever it was beneath me. There was an aroma forming about me and it grew to a powerful stench and then I recognized it as the stink of rotting flesh. I opened my eyes and saw her. With the knowledge provided by the venom, I knew she had been beautiful before she died, but now she was blue and bloated. Her dead eyes glared off in two directions, one eyelid drooped halfway and her mouth hung open limp.

I heard a squishing noise and it kept time with my pelvic thrusts. I looked down and saw that my erection was drawing maggots out of her cunt with every stroke. I desperately wanted to pull away from the vile corpse but my penis was painfully erect and I was as unable to stop fucking as my heart was unable to slow down to a normal beat. In horror, I looked at her face again, so blue and bloated and when I saw her lips, I was drawn to kiss her. I didn�t want to do it, but I had no choice.

I forced my tongue into the long dead mouth and sucked hard against her. I rolled about to get my arms around her and hugged her to my body tightly and passionately. There was no rigor mortis. I was able to push her thighs high up and apart as I urgently pressed hard for ever deeper penetration. Her vaginal walls were weak and my frustration goaded me to ever harder thrusts. Deep down inside her vagina, it felt like a gelatin with squirming rice. To inhale was to be sickened with her dreadful stench.

I vomited hard but never lost the seal of our lips. Since she had no instinctive muscle contractions, most of my vomit simply went from my stomach to hers. Vomiting only made my passion more intense. Her breasts had been small, but they were bloated to more than maximum size, and they delighted me as I squeezed and repositioned them as far as her rotting flesh would allow without ripping. I pushed too hard and a great red seam opened beneath her bosom. I tenderly pulled her tit back down to where it belonged and whispered tenderly, �I�m sorry, my darling.� I started to cry for the injury I�d caused her.

I suddenly became aware that the elixir was within easy reach. Part of my brain screamed at me to take a sip, but at the same time, I was of a mind to ignore it. Certainly, no one ever planned to spend their one precious night with Dana, the Lizard Bitch having sex with a rotting cadaver, but since that was the activity I happened to be engaged in at that moment, I was reluctant to stop.

No. More than that. I was desperate to continue. No act of sex had ever held more urgency for me. And I knew I would be cumming shortly. It started building up in my loins like an over-revving engine just before someone popped the clutch. So urgent was I to cum as deep as possible, that I pushed my upper body off her and put all my weight against her loins. Her rotted flesh gave way as I pushed the opening of her vagina up almost to her naval. This compression of her lower body forced a stream of liquid from inside her, down along my penis and out.

I heard another squishing noise and could feel the maggots cavorting in our joined pubic patches. I felt the muscles in my groin squeeze hard to shower her insides with my ejaculate. As before, the cumming lasted longer than in real life, and my supply of jizm was unending. I collapsed against her, still cumming, still pressing hard against her. I felt the warm semen flowing back out along the shaft of my erection, washing away more maggots.

Shortly after, I felt the puddle of it when it reached my thighs. I got up as before and looked. It was not your average semen. It was a dull yellow, almost green, and maggots floated and squirmed in it.

And when, minutes later, my orgasm was through, I began fucking again. I couldn�t help it, so great was my passion for her. The elixir was there, within easy reach, but I still refused it. I didn�t mind that she was dead because my love for her transcended even death, and my passion for her could not be denied simply because she was deteriorating in such an aromatic way. My need to copulate with her, to be in her, to hold her and to pump against what was left; it was all so great that even the sickening stench of her flesh was no deterrent to my continued attentions.

But then I looked at her face and at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I blinked and realized her whole face was moving. Hundreds of tiny hills and valleys formed and disappeared in her facial skin as the maggots toiled below the surface. I looked at her fine, blue body and saw it was the same. The girl�s skin was little more than a bag full of larvae, now, and the end was at hand. I had to hold her and to love her and to fuck her while she was still as I had always known her.

My thrusts became faster and more urgent because I was losing her. I felt myself sinking into her and realized her body could no longer support my weight. I supported myself on my forearms and knees and continued this final act of love. I saw her collapse like a dead star. Her skin was a balloon that had lost all its air. There was nothing left to fuck. Her skin was there, but flat on the floor. I looked down and saw that my penis was still inside her vagina, and that my erection was holding that portion of her skin off the floor. I reached down and peeled her vagina off my penis like a condom. I closed my eyes and fell on her.

The dream had changed again, only slightly. Instead of her skin, I landed on her bones which hadn�t been there before. I was lying in a pool of my own jizm, and of course the maggots who celebrated their feast swam all about. I suffered an enormous sense of loss.

I reached for the elixir.

Apparently, my drinking the elixir too early and then too late had thrown me off course, somehow. Instead of finding myself in a sexual situation, I found myself - as myself - only thin and starved, the way I would have looked if I�d been a prisoner on Loban Four. I was emaciated, and naked, and I was masturbating. I was on a stage in a huge opera house and the standing-room- only crowd was cheering and laughing at me. This time, the laughter was clear, very real, and humiliating.

The orchestra had put down their instruments to laugh at me, too, as I kept my own beat. I looked all about the audience, up at the two balconies and at the people in the boxes. They were in evening gowns and tuxedos and they laughed at me as I continued to stand there, bent over, drooling and masturbating. I started giggling like an imbecile and my embarrassment was beyond sanity. I could no more stop giggling than I could stop masturbating, and the drool cascaded off my chin to confirm that I was an idiot.

The table with the elixir was way over downstage right. I moved over toward it in a hobbling, agitated fashion that made the audience laugh even louder. I was desperate to reach the elixir to make this worst of all dreams go away. But a nagging suspicion told me that this was no dream; that everything I did was subject to the laughter of the men and women, dressed in their finest formal attire, who cheered my humiliating performance.

When the creamy white solution started making pathetic little arcs in weak little spasms that I could hardly feel, the audience stood up and cheered and laughed even more derisively. I slipped on my own ejaculate and that started them up again. It was painful landing on that hard floor with nothing but my bony elbows to catch me. Just because I had cum didn�t mean I could stop masturbating.

Indeed, now I felt compelled to reach all the way around myself and stick my fingers up my emaciated ass. They laughed and I laughed too, against my will because I wanted nothing more than to die at that moment. It was so difficult walking with my one hand beating on my pathetic erection and the other poking up my anus, but I finally reached the table with the elixir, and, as the audience began booing, I was able to take one hand away from its assigned activity (I don�t remember which.) and grab the glass.

I was with a woman, but all I could see of her was her anus. My mouth was against her vagina and I was sucking again, and she was sucking me. It was wonderful, but so great was my embarrassment from before that I couldn�t really get into it. She stopped sucking me and I heard her say, �Don�t worry, Darling. I�ll never tell.�

So I put my face back to her crotch and began getting back in the mood. This was what I had paid for, after all, and this act of mutual oral gratification was worth every unit.

But the elixir didn�t last long. I had closed my eyes for an instant and when I opened them, I saw her ass was not the adorable little puckered thing I had been nuzzling with my nose, but it had become the wrinkled, flabby butt of a huge old woman. Her vagina tasted like stale urine and her anus was hairy and dappled with bits and chunks of shit, some old and dried; some fresh and wet, and none of it healthy. Indeed, the whole length and depth of her crack was encrusted with a dark brown sludge. I screamed and fought to get out from under her but I couldn�t move. Further, she was doing something with her teeth and it hurt like hell. I screamed for help.

�Just take a sip of the elixir, Darling,� she said calmly as she went back to masticating my member.

Another sip, and she was phenomenal!

And so we continued making love to each other�s genitals and I pulled a pillow under my head to get more comfortable, and then I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flavors of her healthy young vulva.

I knew now to expect surprises but the next one bothered me a lot. Not like the one on stage at the opera house, but... Well, while I was sucking and enjoying that most delicious twat, something changed, and it changed without my noticing.

I suddenly woke up with the realization that I had been sucking on a penis for quite some time. I gagged and tried to remove it, but it was no dice. Whoever that guy was, he was stronger than me and he wasn�t about to let me stop fellating him. He was fellating me at the same time, and I quickly noticed the difference.

Or maybe it was just that I was so distressed to be engaged in this situation. I came in his mouth, despite myself, and when I was done, I could feel him kissing my thighs, my penis, my balls and my lower belly. It was so upsetting to be treated this way by a man, but I couldn�t stop sucking on him.

He rolled off to the side, and I could have escaped, but once again, I found myself acting against my nature. I rolled with him and worked to contain his erection in my mouth as he rolled and stood up. I climbed up to my knees. I brought my hands around him and squeezed his muscular cheeks and pulled him in harder against my face.

I remember thinking this is nuts! The revulsion I should have felt while I was screwing the cadaver I really did feel as I sucked off this... this.... Male! And it wasn�t just a tip of the iceberg kind of blow job, either. I was taking it all and he was huge. By instinct, I relaxed the muscles of my throat and felt him push his member several inches down inside. Insanely, I thought I must teach this technique to my wife when I get home, not that she�d have to take much more than usual.

The very thought of faggotry has always repulsed me. I shot my eyes up and saw his face high above me. He was grimacing and I knew that meant he was close to orgasm. I panicked! I had never tasted semen before, and I didn�t want to taste it now. I squealed a protest, but I was unable to stop fellating him. He looked down and said, �Don�t worry, Honey. I�ll pull out just before I cum.�

Where had I heard that line before?

And why was it no surprise when I suddenly felt the hot liquid spurting into my mouth? The taste was a new sensation to me and it was no treat! It was so unnatural for a man to have the cum of another man in his mouth. I tried to pull my face back, or at least to stop holding him in my lips. I desperately wanted to spit.

Instead, I swallowed.

I swallowed it all, involuntarily, and I had thoughts of suicide and murder on my mind, and despite everything, I was careful not to clench down with my teeth as I constricted my throat to get the stuff down. A few drops spilled out over my chin and I swept the liquid back in my mouth with my finger. Clearly, I was not in control.

When it was over, I pouted, �You promised!� Was that my voice? Was I one of those girlish boys now? Why not? Everything else had happened to me. Why wouldn�t I be the stereotypical effeminate faggot envisioned by gay bashers all across the explored galaxy?

He reached down and said, �I�m sorry, Honey. But you�re so good at it, I just couldn�t help myself.�

�Oh, I am so sure!� I replied with all the tepid loathing I could muster.

�Now roll over, Honey. You know what�s next.�

A shiver of anticipation shot right up my spine and it was so tingly! I looked for the elixir as he rolled me over, but couldn�t find it. I protested that I didn�t want to do it, but he was so much stronger than I was, and somehow I didn�t seem to be protesting very loudly. I was prone on the floor and I felt his fingers at my anus.

He was preparing me with some kind of lubrication and I just wanted to die. The next thing I knew, he was pressing his huge, beautiful member right up my little ass! It was divine! I mean, it was awful and if I said it was divine, it was just the elixir because this whole thing was totally unlike me. And besides, it hurt!

I felt him cum and part of me was revolted. Another part was grateful it was over, and another part was just a tad disappointed.

He reached down and kissed me on the cheek. He had to move my hair to reach it, and I suddenly realized my hair had grown a couple of feet! He withdrew from my anus and gently turned me on my back and we kissed and despite all my expected revulsion, I took his tongue happily and touched his rough cheek with my fingertips.

He was so handsome, and when he put his fingertips on my tummy, I thrilled. His hand started moving up my side and when he approached my breast, I instinctively caught his wrist to stop him. He stopped kissing me, smiled, and then pushed up over my breast, against my will, though I didn�t really try very hard to stop him.

When he began kissing me again, I realized that I had breasts like a woman, and that I desired this man the way a woman would desire a man, and when I did a quick, surreptitious body check - sure enough! I had reached down to feel my own penis, and found none at all. I ran my finger against my own labia, and inserted my own finger. I remember thinking, So that�s how it feels!

He was so strong and held me with such authority and I let his hands go wherever they wanted. Somewhere in my brain, I kept protesting, but majority ruled that night, and he ruled me! We stopped kissing and I hugged him to my breast and whispered, �Oh, Darling,� and he pulled himself gently from under my arms and began kissing my nipples, and my tummy, and then I opened my knees so he could kiss my inner thighs. He teased me for a while and I was just about to complain when he anticipated me and put his warm tongue over my labia, and stroked upward, hard and long. I shivered and caught my breath and my tummy tickled.

He began nuzzling in against me, nibbling and licking and blowing cool air and then warming with his tongue. He pressed his tongue inside and tasted me, and made love to my loins with his face. I felt his fingers enter and I wondered if I were still a virgin. You know. I was a brand new woman, after all. Anyway, I felt the heat of orgasm building within me and I clamped my thighs about his ears, trying to make him stop and held his head tight against me with my hands so he couldn�t stop! I thrust my hips against his face as the waves of my first feminine orgasm rushed over me.

When it ebbed, and I lay there with the warm glow, breathing deep, but not hard, he smiled at me. It was more of a smirk than a smile. He knew what he had done to me and was gloating about it. Men! But I hadn�t the energy to protest, and so he began licking me again.

�No, Darling,� I said meekly. I didn�t want him to continue but he continued against my will, and then it became my will that he continue... But he stopped! �Oh, don�t stop!� I breathed. But he just smirked at me with that handsome, rough face, and began crawling up my body, and I realized we were about to make love. I pulled my knees back and invited him to make himself comfortable. I was frightened because it occurred to me that I might really be a virgin, and they say it hurts the first time.

I wasn�t a virgin. Oh, no. The long shaft slid in easily and I heard and felt myself gasp in appreciation. He was gloating again, and I didn�t care. From somewhere, I heard a squeal of delight and then I realized I was the one who sounded it. He was deep inside me, but he wasn�t moving. I swallowed and looked up at his gloating smile. That part of me that was still male wanted to punch his lights out for his contempt, but the part of me that was female - that is - most of me; and especially that part of me that was desperate to be serviced.... That part didn�t care that he was gloating at all. No, not at all.

�Please, Darling,� I heard myself whisper.

�Please, what?� he asked with his adorable grin.

�Please,� I begged.

�Please, what?� he repeated. �Go ahead. Say it!�

Then I understood. Men! So I said it, soft and seductive. �Please fuck me, Darling. Please fuck me now.�

And he did. I felt his massive hips rocking and enjoyed the new sensation of penetration. Once in a while, his muscular thighs would force my legs wider apart, and I had an irrational thought; I thought, Who the hell is he to push me around like that? But then I let it drop and enjoyed the sensation of being dominated by this man.

In the beginning, we kissed as he thrust gently inside me, but as our passions increased, the kissing stopped and the sheer animal desire for procreation led us on without our brains. We rolled about on the floor. I sat atop him and I did the thrusting as he cupped my tits. He pushed me over and forced me on my knees and pushed my head down and I didn�t protest when he entered my vagina from behind.

But when I was about to achieve orgasm, I protested for the first time. �Please, Darling,� I said. �I want to face you.�

So he pulled out and put me on my back, and I spread my legs and he began copulating with me again. This time, the orgasm lasted several minutes, and it was followed by a few more.

And when we were totally used up, he collapsed on me and I had just enough energy to touch his face before I let my arm fall to the bed. We were in a bed now! No real surprise, but I hadn�t noticed it before.

He was asleep. I had my eyes closed, but I was no where close to being tired. I heard his regular breathing and though I loved him, he was getting heavy. I pushed him over gently, and was surprised by how soft and small his shoulder was, and how lightly he moved. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the arms of a beautiful woman. Now I was confused, but she smiled so sweetly that I smiled back. I did another surreptitious check and discovered I was still a female.

A lesbian! Of course! Dana, the Lizard Bitch was giving me the whole enchilada. Now I was a dike.

But with this woman, and with me as female, the word �dike� became offensive to me.

We snuggled together, naked in the bed. She whispered things to me and I whispered back and we kissed. As a male, I had been offended by my sex with another male. I had no such objection to holding this woman, though. I wondered if it was because I really was a male in a woman�s body - for that night, at least - or if I had just become reconciled to sex with any gender, under any circumstances. After all, I had paid a lot of money for this, and it was only right that I should enjoy it.

And I did. She kissed me and pulled away smiling. I was tempted to kiss her, but something held me back. I thought I heard laughter again, and I was nervous.

She whispered, �It�s all right. We belong here. Everything is perfect.�

She was right. We hugged and snuggled and she kissed me again. I felt her hand cupping my breast. I took a chance. I leaned forward and kissed her. Not only was it the right thing to do, but her mouth opened to accept my tongue. I felt her hand release my breast and move down my body. I followed her example and soon we were massaging each other�s vulva. There was more caressing than usual with a man and a woman, or with a man and a man.

We explored each other�s body with our hands and lips and I knew that as a male I would have been impatient, but as a woman, the tactile sensations of her hands, body and lips were more important to me than any sex act we could engage in. For a long while, that is. Little by little, our bodies relocated themselves so that I was using her thigh as a pillow and she used my thigh in a similar manner.