Jim's doctor then explained about the costly and difficult surgery that he would have to undergo and even afterwards, his penis wouldn't be quite as functional as it had been before.
"So I'll never be normal again?" Jim asked.
"Well, unless you've got some more of that magic. That may be your only chance," the doctor suggested. "Not that I can really recommend 'magic'."
Suddenly Jim remembered that he had a whole box full of stuff from his dream, including candy bars, pink panties, a dildo, some Spawn action figures, a BE ray gun and several other things. Jim rushed home and sorted through this junk trying to figure out what might change him back into a man. The dildo? The action figures? And then he had a brilliant idea: the candy bars!
He grabbed a Mars candy bar and took a bite. Naturally, he realized that Mars would relate to the Roman god of war. And the symbol for masculinity (a circle with an arrow pointing out) was the symbol of Mars, just as the symbol for femininity was the symbol of Venus. As he chewed the candy, he could feel something happening. His breasts shrunk down to their pre-Superbra size. He swallowed and took another bite. His body quickly altered, losing all traces of femininity. He was still short and Asian, but at least he was male again. No more breasts, no more pussy, just his usual male genitalia right where they belonged.
And then he realized the candy bar was only half eaten. He might as well eat the rest. As he did, he became taller and more manly. His muscles grew to bodybuilder proportions, and his skin took on a dark bronze coloration. His clothes were shredded as he expanded to such a large size, but he didn't care.
As he stared at himself in the mirror, admiring his masculine body with his above average sized cock and balls, he muttered, "The only thing that could make this day better would be having a girl to fuck with this hot new bod of mine."
No sooner had he said these words than a woman appeared in the room. Perhaps it was just coincidence, perhaps not. What Jim saw was a golden-skinned woman with Minka-sized breasts wearing a tight black minidress that barely contained these breasts of hers. Through the fabric of the dress, Jim could almost make out the outline of nipple rings.
What Jim didn't know is that this was Sean, a former author cursed to travel from one 1000-episode to another, never knowing where she would end up next, and not even knowing that these episodes were multiples of 1000. Her last 1000-episode had been 420000. And now she was here.
"Whoa, who are you?" Jim asked as his cock began to stand at attention.
"My name's Sean," Sean told him, and then added, "But whatever you do, don't tell me to do anything."
"Why not?" Jim asked, and Sean found herself compelled to answer truthfully.
"I've been injected with a drug that makes me obey any commands I'm given and to answer truthfully any questions I'm asked."
"Cool," Jim said. "So, if I asked you to take off your dress, you would?"
"Yes, I'd have no choice. So please don't do that."
"Hmmm," Jim said, the possibilities running through his mind. Okay, actually, only one possibility was running through his mind. "In that case... please take off your dress!"
Sean found herself powerless to resist. She pulled the minidress off over her head, and was now left in just a black bra, a tiny pair of black crotchless panties, black high heeled shoes, and black pantyhose.
"That's better," Jim said, salivating at the sight. "But I'd like to see those knockers of yours, I think."
"No way, bozo," Sean said as she tried to run out the door before Jim could utter another command. Unfortunately, she was too slow.
"Stop!" Jim ordered and Sean stopped. "Come back here," Jim said and Sean did. Sean then tried to leave again, but Jim said, "Don't leave." Sean found herself unable to try to leave.
"Come on, don't be a jerk," Sean said, but Jim didn't care.
"I said I'd like to see your boobies," Jim told her, but she still didn't strip. "I see, it has to be a direct command. Can I give you suggestions to change your personality?"
"N-- Yes," Sean replied, forced to be truthful.
"Okay, then," Jim told her. "You hate to have anything covering your breasts."
And Sean suddenly knew it was true. And why should she be wearing a bra anyway? She was really a guy... well, originally, anyway. With great haste, Sean took her bra off and flung it to the far corner of the room, exposing her breasts with their firm nipples pierced by metal rings.
"I likee, I likee," Jim said. "And now, you can't wait to be fucked by me. You want to pleasure me in any way I desire, simply because I desire it. Understand?"
"Yes, damn you," Sean uttered. And then Sean looked at Jim in a whole new light. Here was the most magnificent hunk she had ever seen standing naked before her. He was like a god, burnished and bronzed, tall and muscular. His hard cock pointed at her, a magnificent tool that she couldn't wait to have buried inside her. Her pussy moistened at the thought and her nipples grew harder. If only he would give her the great honor of fucking her.
Jim could see it in her face. She wanted him. Badly. She oozed desire. Naturally, he had to take advantage of the situation. "You know, the one thing I've always wanted is a blow job. It's just a shame that no girl has ever wanted to give me one."
Sean didn't have to hear anything more. If Jim wanted it, she must give it to him. She walked up to him and knelt before him. "May I?" she asked and he nodded as she held his hard cock and moved it towards her mouth. Quickly, her lips encircled it and her head began to bob up and down. A part of Sean's mind knew that this wasn't right; if it was anyone else but the sex-god named Jim, she'd never consider doing this. But for the great Jim, this was the least she could do. As Jim felt his orgasm approaching, he told her, "Of course, I love it when a girl swallows my load."
And then he came, his cock gushing semen which she eagerly devoured because that's what Jim wanted. Her skillful mouth drained him dry. This was the best day Jim had ever had.
And then Jim realized, he still felt horny. The Mars bar must've enhanced him in more ways than he knew. Even after having come, he knew could easily go another few rounds, have another few orgasms before calling it quits.
"I sure would like to fuck someone," Jim mentioned. "If any girl wants me to fuck her, all she has to do is lay on my bed."
Sean couldn't believe her luck. He might actually fuck her! She quickly clambered onto Jim's bed and spread her legs wide in anticipation.
"Good, good," Jim told her, and he followed suit, climbing on top of her. He tore away her pantyhose, but let her keep her panties. He'd always wanted to fuck a girl wearing crotchless panties. And then Jim guided his large missile to Sean's silo. As Sean felt Jim's immense organ penetrating her, she was ecstatic that Jim was deigning to put his cock in her pussy. She couldn't imagine a greater honor.
And then the fucking began. Jim thrust his massive man meat repeatedly until finally he came. And then, he felt like fucking her again, so he did. The two of them had many orgasms as they spent the night in sexual ecstasy until finally, they fell asleep.
In the morning, Sean woke first. She could tell that the drug had worn off, so nobody would be able to give her any more commands or change her mind again. And yet, the commands that Jim had given her now felt natural. Never again would she want to wear a shirt or bra, and she would always want to fuck Jim whenever she got the chance.
She got up and looked around the room and noticed Jim's box full of junk that he had somehow retrieved from his dream. The one thing that really drew her attention was the BE-gun. She'd had one of those a while back. She picked up the box to look at it more carefully.
Sun Jul 31 17:54:57 2005
Linking Enabled