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Pea Pod

By: Wholemanz



DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental.

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.)

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Well here I am, riding in another puddle jumper, over another remote jungle. Oh well, such is the life of a geologist. At least such is my life as a geologist. I’m a consultant and my clients have me going all over the world to analyze possible mining sites, for all kinds of ore.

This particular client is in an especially big hurry so I’m stuck bouncing around flying through a storm to get to this remote site, it’s just the pilot and I.

“CAARAAACKK,” lightning pasted the wing of the plane and killed my pilot, a short spiral in and I expected that the insurance company would be paying my beneficiaries, when the jungle hit me in the face.

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I awoke to see a pretty, native girl looking down into my face. “What happened?” I mumbled, still groggy.

“Plane boom tree,” she answered in broken English.

Well at least someone here spoke my lingo, even if only a little.

“Where am I?” I asked her slowly and as clearly as I could, trying to make it easier for her to understand.

“In village. In my hut,” she answered, though it wasn’t much help.

I tried to sit up, and that’s when the pain in my leg made itself known, “Ahh!”

“Hurt leg. Not broke,” she offered.

“There’s good news,” I stated, my face still contorted in pain.

“Here, chew. Hurt go,” she told me as she handed me a piece of tree bark.

I knew from my college days that certain trees had a painkiller in the bark so I accepted the offered medication and gnawed on it a while. Soon the pain dulled and I was feeling better.

“I guess it’s time to do the me Tarzan. You Jane bit,” I mumbled to myself. “Ah, my name is Doug. What is your name?”

“Meka,” she answered, pointing to herself.

“Thank you Meka, for helping me,” I don’t know how much English she knows, but it seems to me that it’s only right to thank someone for their aid, whether they understand or not. She must have understood, she smiled and blushed.

I looked around the hut thinking, ‘what now? I don’t suppose they have a cell phone around somewhere, or an Internet connection. Hell I’ll even settle for a 1944 vintage radio set!’

No luck there, I did notice that there was only one sleep mat in this hut, and the weather outside was sunny and warm.

“How long?” I asked her.

She held up three fingers.

“This is your bed,” I pointed to the mat I was, on.

She nodded her head, blushing.

“Where did you sleep, while I was here?” still pointing at the mat.

She turned crimson and pointed right next to me.

Okay, we had been sleeping together for three days. Too bad I was unconscious!

I went to stand up and she jumped over and assisted my efforts. Now that I am standing, I can see that this girl is short. I could almost use her as a crutch. I have to settle on using her as a cane. She put her hands around my waist and tried to hold me steady as we made our way toward the door.

Outside the clamor of village life, children playing, and the smells of food being prepared, assaulted my senses. I looked about hoping to recognize any signs that there existed communication with the outside world. Two things hit me like a hammer blow. The first was, there seemed to be no refined metal in evidence. No pots, pans, knives, belt buckles, and no wire anywhere. The second was the ratio of men to women was totally out of balance. There were at least five women to every man, many of them living alone in solitude.

My head was spinning and with the help of Meka, I made my way back to her sleeping mat.

“Meka, why are there so few men?” I realize it was a complicated question and hoped that she knew enough English to understand.

“Jungle very dangerous,” she replied emphatically.

I’m sure my eyes looked like they would pop from my head. If the jungle around this village was that dangerous that it kills off most of the native men, getting out of here might be harder than I had hoped, for.

“Animals?” I inquired.

“No, no animals, bushes,” she supplied.

‘Bushes?’ bushes were killing off the men of the village? Must be tough being a horticulturist around these parts.

“No afraid,” Meka told me as she stroked my brow. She stood and said, “I come back.” She left the hut and a very puzzled geologist.

My brain was whirling along and I thought, ‘you’re in it now Doug, lost in a jungle with man-eating bushes and no way to communicate with the outside world. I better just work on getting better until I can explore on my own and find a way to get back to civilization.’

Meka popped into the hut carrying two bowls and a ceramic jug, “Eat,” she said and handed me a bowl with some kind of stew in it.

I looked around for some kind of utensil and Meka picked up her bowl, put it to her lips and started pouring it into her mouth saying, “Good.”

Oh well, when in Rome… I followed her lead and discovered the stew was incredible! I don’t know what was in it and I probably didn’t want to know. It had chunks of meat and all kinds of vegetables, which I could not identify. Something that was like watercress, maybe some cilantro… I don’t know. What I do know is that it was delicious!

“Mmmm good,” I told her.

She handed me the jug making drinking motions, so I took a swig and came up choking! “Holy shit, it’s brandy!” I choked out, “but damn good brandy!”

I took another sip, much more carefully and savored it across my palate, enjoying that familiar alcohol burn on my tongue and breathed in the heated vapors savoring the delightful flavor.

As far as I’m concerned, I had just enjoyed a gourmet meal with a beautiful woman.

I handed the jug to her so she could join me.

She took a ladylike sip and handed it back. She was looking at me shyly, and reached for something wrapped in what looked like, a cornhusk, which she handed to me after she opened the husk. It looked like a truffle! “Eat,” she urged.

If this tasted even half as good as everything else she had fed me, I couldn’t wait. I bit into it and lord if wasn’t a chocolate mint!

“Mmmm mm,” I exclaimed.

These natives know how to live! Maybe I died in that plane crash and this was heaven!

Uh oh… Mr. Happy is making an appearance! In mere moments, I was sporting an Iron Wood Woody! It felt like I’d have to take a five-pound hand sledge to beat it down! I looked up at Meka embarrassed, and she looked back with the expression of a hungry lioness!

She had my pants off and I was stripped down before I could even utter a, by your leave! She started by trying to soften Mr. Happy up with saliva, but it wasn’t working, all she managed to do was get me lying prone on her mat moaning like a smitten little girl.

She had been working herself with her hand and before I knew what she was up to, she had impaled herself on my rigid shaft. She must have been a virgin because she let out a little yelp as she came down on me, that and this little darling had the tightest cunt that Mr. Happy had ever been in.

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. The muscle control she has in her vagina was purely incredible, it felt like she was milking my cock with her pussy!

She started screaming something in her native tongue and we both orgasmed together!

I could feel her love juice all the way up to my chest! No woman I’d ever been with, had orgasmed with such abandon! When her body stopped spasming, she lay down onto my chest and kissed me holding my face in her soft little hands.

I could feel her pussy still gripping and releasing my softening organ. This girl is amazing! I held her close to me as I started to nod off.

**********

When consciousness returned I felt the warmth of her body snuggled close and the weight of the skins that she had wrapped around us. I could hear rain pelting down outside the hut and was glad to be inside dry and warm.

Meka tightened her grip, wriggling up against me.

‘What the hell happened last night?’ I thought, ‘that was the most unreal sex I’d ever had. What was in that chocolate, Viagra?’

When I opened my eyes again, another woman who was also quite stunning was kneeling next to the mat.

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips that nearly had me erect again. I could feel Meka getting up on her elbows behind me, and the next thing I knew the two women were kissing.

‘This is one strange village,’ I thought.

The new woman crawled into bed with the two of us, and started snuggling up to me as if we were long time lovers. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but you can see that I was a little intimidated. It is hard enough satisfying one woman… but satisfying two? I sure hope they have a shit load of that chocolate around!

I was relieved when all the new girl wanted was a warm place to snuggle up to, so I relaxed and fell back asleep.

When once again I stirred from my slumber, I found myself alone under the blanket and looking out of the hut, I could see that the sun was shining. Occasionally one of the women would peer into the hut, smile, giggle, and then walk away.

For the next week, Meka had a different woman sleep with us and I had more ménage à trios, than I could have possibly dreamed, of. The women of this village were the horniest group of females you could imagine, and always there was Meka.

One day she woke me with this walking stick in her hand and simply said, “Come.”

She helped me to my feet and handed the walking stick to me after demonstrating how I should use it. It was very cute the way she mothered me. She treated me like a fragile and scarce commodity.

We walked together out to what seemed to be the central, or group meeting area and I was, seated in what seemed to be a place of honor.

“What is this?” I asked her sweeping my hand around at all of the food and people gathered there.

“Have joy. God send sky man, Doog,” she stated pointing first into the sky and then to her heart.

I don’t blush often, but I’d give dollars to donuts I was blushing now! It would seem that I was to be the guest of honor at big shindig.

There were only a few men in attendance and each, had women waiting on them hand and foot. It looks like my initial estimate of the ratio of men to women might have been a little low. Most of the men had about ten women, and it seems that everyone who had shared my and Meka’s bed were waiting on me, more than twenty of them. Each with some culinary delight she offered to me.

Once, Meka urged me to eat one thing in particular, stating, “Good make love long.”

I hope that meant it was like oysters or ginseng, and didn’t mean it would actually make my cock longer. It looks like the women of the village were love starved and wanted me to stay virile so that more of them would be able to play merry go round on my Dick.

“Why do all the women want sex so much?” I asked hoping that she had enough vocabulary to understand.

“Have many… ah… small mans,” she answered using her hands as though cradling a baby.

Whoa! Cultural shock time, duh… there is no birth control in the jungle! These women were all hoping to become pregnant, have my babies, and hoping for male ones at that.

Now I understand the worn-out look on these men’s faces, these women were fucking them to death! What a way to go though!

I was, fed an unreal repast, and throughout the whole thing, girls were kissing, massaging, and just plain caressing me. I was getting hotter than the surface of the sun! When I looked like the festival was over, Meka and one other girl escorted me to the hut and fed me another chocolate mint.

I am becoming more, and more convinced that I died in that plane crash. This just couldn’t be happening.

As I became stronger, I ventured out on my own to wander around the village. I thought that I was on my own that is. I wandered too close to the jungle one time and thirty or so women rushed over and surrounded me so they could escort me back to the hut where they jabbered to Meka for a few minutes.

“No go to jungle. Dangerous,” she explained, “Bad bushes!”

There was that thing about the bushes again, “I see women go to the jungle. Why not men?”

“Bush no like women,” she informed me.

Okay now we have a discriminating man eating bush, and only ‘man’, eating bush. It seems that I am going to be, held prisoner as a sex slave to save me from a bush! This is just too weird.

I’m going to have to formulate an escape plan to just get out of this village. I’ll give it another week to get my stamina back and by then my leg should be back to normal, then if any bush makes a try for me I’ll be able to run away.

Over the next week, I watched which trails that the women used most frequently, and which ones looked like they were heading down hill out of the region. Once I find a river eventually that should bring me to a city, then I could get transportation or a canoe or something that would get me back to the big world.

Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely grateful to Meka and this village for saving me, but I have a life I want to get back, to.

I started being able to walk without the walking stick. Since I, was only allowed to walk around within the confines of the village, I would walk faster and faster each day until the natives started to look at me as though I had lost my mind.

Once I started jogging around they seemed to catch on to the fact that I was just getting back into shape, and since the women wanted me to have as much stamina as possible they didn’t complain, in fact I was soon joined by a couple of unhappy looking native men. It seems that my performance in bed had increased enough that the native women attributed it to my jogging and they nagged their men into joining me. I don’t think I am very popular with my fellow males at this particular time.

Meka’s hut was starting to get crowded. I was now sleeping with five women a night. Always there was Meka, even when she was menstruating she slept with me, we didn’t make love, but she assisted in keeping me stimulated. She would suck me off until I was near exploding and then ram me into one of the women to explode and deposit my seed. Sometimes to make me horny she would lez one of the other girls, get her panting or screaming in orgasm, and Mr. Happy would want to play too.

Watching two girls lick and finger fuck each other was one of my all time turn ons, and it didn’t take those women long to figure that out. I noticed one night that just outside of the screaming orgy going on in Meka’s hut, several women were masturbating to beat the band, and peeking into the tent once in a while, making them finger fuck themselves even harder.

One night it occurred to me to ask Meka why there were always different girls, but she was always with me too.

She blushed, saying, “You mine. I get from jungle.”

Uh oh… she thinks were married!

“We share men. Is good,” she went on.

“How is it that you speak English?” I was finally curious after all of this time.

“My father… no, mother was missionary. Rescue from bush,” she tried to explain, but was clearly confused, “She teach.”

That explains it. I wasn’t the first one to find this little hamlet. Some poor Peace Corps couple or minister and his wife wandered into the area and the evil bush must have eaten the man, leaving the woman stranded to live out her life here in the jungle.

I started questioning whether I even wanted to leave the village, which scared me into action. I began by putting together a stash of food for my trip. I had to get out of here before the great food and all of the sex convinced me this was heaven and that I didn’t want to leave it.

Finally, one evening after making my nightly sperm deposits, I stole out of the hut and tip toed to the edge of the jungle, where I would wait until the sun started peeking over the horizon before risking a walk into the domain of the evil man eating bush.

It was hard staying awake, but when you have to, the fear and adrenaline can do wondrous things.

I finally saw the first glow of on morning, so I gathered up my stash and carefully moved farther into the hidden security of the surrounding jungle.

As it became lighter out, I felt much more assured as I strolled down the path the women had worn in the hill. Man, this was beautiful, flowers, hanging moss, and the sweet smell of growing things everywhere, and not one dangerous looking plant anywhere.

Obviously, the women of the village were trying to keep all of the studs inside the village, happy, and healthy. The story of the evil plant was, to gaslight them into not running away!

I was at least a quarter mile from the village feeling that I had made good my escape, when I spotted a beautiful women just off to the side of the trail. She was all dressed in white and looked like a buxom angel.

As I approached, she was motioning me to come closer. She was such a beautiful vision of womanhood that I couldn’t resist.

When I was about four feet away, I could see that it wasn’t a real woman, more like a flower that looked like a woman.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as I turned to run.

The instant I turned around I felt a tentacle wrap around my ankles and I was on my way down, falling onto what looked to be a red velvet covered circular mattress.

More tendrils whipped out and I was trussed and sans clothing in mere moments. As I struggled, writhing around naked on the red velvet, two other tendrils, unlike the ones that held me captive, whipped out and like twin suction cups, attached themselves to my nipples, and believe me they were sucking on hard! A third tentacle wriggled up my leg and clamped onto my cock. Another up into my rectum and finally, one attached onto my face poking an internal tendril down my throat. The red velvet mattress closed around me like a Venus flytrap and everything went dark!

I could feel juices oozing around me and I figured that they were digestive fluids and soon no one will find anything left of old foolish Doug, but his bones in a giant pea pod.

‘Oh my God, the plant is giving me a blow job!’ I thought, ‘It’s sucking my cock, my nipples and wriggling around in my ass!’

Air was being, supplied by the tendril in my mouth, so I wasn’t going to suffocate, ‘I needn’t worry about going that way, and this bush gives a great blowjob, ‘I’m going to cum!’ I realized.

That damn plant blew my brains out. I lost consciousness after so many orgasms!

I would come around from time to time, only to be fucked unconscious a short while later. That damn plant, kept me in ecstasy for days, not only did it supply air to me I think it was feeding me too!

I could feel the plant sucking on my nipples, only the longer it had me the more it turned me on. I even began to feel like it was fucking me in two ass holes at one time, which might have worried me if I couldn’t feel it still sucking my cock!

Once between orgasms I started thinking to myself, ‘isn’t this plant going to eat me? Is it just going to fuck me to death, and I go out in the most incredible orgasm imaginable!’

After what felt like a month, but I’m sure was no more than a week, I could see light peeking into my velvet coffin and the juices that had surrounded me had all gone away.


Pea Pod - Give Peas a Chance



DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. 

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, swearing, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't! 

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. Do not remove this disclaimer! (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.) 

Pea Pod - Give Peas a Chance 

By Wholeman 

Recap 

Hi there, Queen Dolly here again. I'm writing an update on what's happening on Ka'an. 

For those of you who didn't read, Pea Pod, or Pea Pod - The Return, I'll try to fill you in on the essentials, however, I suggest that you read them first, because I'm not going to write them again, just for you. 

Suffice it to say that, when all of this started, my name was Doug Gordon. I was a normal guy with a girlfriend, a job that let me travel all over the world, and my own place. However, one day, my light plane was struck by lightning, killing my pilot, and having me spiral into the ground for an early demise. 

Obviously, that didn't happen. I was rescued by a priestess, nursed back to health, and given more, nubile babes to have sex with, than Hugh Heffner could even imagine. 

This situation wasn't good enough for me, so I escaped and tried to make my way home. Unfortunately, for me, I didn't believe what the priestess was telling me about a man-eating plant in the rainforest. 

Now granted, man-eating plant isn't quite the best description of this flora, a better way to say it is maleness eating plant. 

I succumbed to the lure of this plant, ensnared before I knew what was happening. The very next thing I knew, (Other than it was the best sex I'd ever had in my life.) I was released from the maw of this plant... fully... well even over-fully, female! 

Meka, my wife, the High Priestess of Ka'an, I soon discovered, was still married to me. The oddest thing about that, I found is, I'm now the damn Queen of Ka'an! 

My mother would be so proud. Well she would, if she were still alive and could recognize me. I'm over a foot shorter. I have blonde hair, stunning green eyes, a pixyish expression, large full lips, and boobs that would make any big bust stripper proud. The damn plant was designed to make you into your fantasy woman. Boy howdy, I'd be sporting a huge woody, if I had the equipment! 

I've tried to retain my regular guy perspective, but it's so damn hard! I have women begging to bang my brains out anytime I'm in the mood, and it seems my fantasy woman, is nearly always in the mood! I sure am glad that Meka married me to so many ladies, before I was transformed. (I think they are quite pleased about it too.) I get more sex than I ever believed the human body could withstand. 

Oops! I should mention that too. I'm not human anymore. I'm more of an advanced cousin of humans. It appears that the Ka'anians visited earth many times in the past and our two species have interbred for thousands of years. (I think they have always liked us.) 

They lost contact with earth centuries ago. Then due to a cataclysm of their own making, (Jealous scientists can do that.) their whole civilization nearly died off. It seems that men are needed to propagate a race, even as advanced as the Ka'anians. The plants having made nearly everyone into women, the very few who were left were guarded 24/7 and managed as a cherished resource. (Lest they be fucked to death by many all too horny women.) 

Meka opened a portal into my apartment's spare bedroom and we returned together to earth, in the hopes of saving her people. (One resource the people of earth are not in short supply of, is horny guys!) 

We married my old girlfriend, she taught us to act like ladies, we went on to establish diplomatic relations, and then we took the male diplomats on a tour of Ka'an, (at their insistence.) 

We lost every damn one of our diplomats to Pea Pod plants, (it, was their own doing.) We were supremely lucky to discover how the Pea Pod plants had come to exist, and even how to fix them. 

Even nearly crazy scientists can tell when they screwed up royally. She was almost finished with the fix, when her mega bimbofied husband killed them both, not being able to accept what he had become. 

Their entire world in ruin, on the brink of extinction, along comes, me. Okay, maybe I'm not the most likely hero ever written about. I think I'm just a dumb-ass who fell into a pile of gold plated Poo, but my people adore me for being the means where the world of Ka'an shall once again regain its place in the universe. 

I personally think that maybe if the guys in Reno knew what contributions I made to the mega-oversexed sluts of their area, ladies who would screw your brains out for months, just for the seed in your loins, they would erect a statue to me in a heartbeat. 

I've been bringing my wives and many other women of Ka'an to the Reno area just to get them knocked up. If you found yourself being taken home by an uncharacteristically enthusiastic lady, you may actually be a daddy! They want to become pregnant more than anything else they wanted in both, of our worlds. 

Our world is slowly becoming repopulated with males of earth supplying the needed genetic material. 

The Pea Pod plants have been mutated back to their original purpose, that of regenerating our bodies to a younger age. 

However, I had Meka save some of the mutated Pea Pod plants so that we could help the transgendered men of Earth attain what their minds felt was the body they should have been born with. (You wouldn't believe the security on that facility. No way would those plants ever escape that place!) 

The poor ambassador to Ka'an, who was transformed into a tiny woman, with boobs almost as big as she is, a bondage and sperm fetish that won't quit, and an unending desire to experience them, was returned to earth in the loving care of her formerly abused spouse, who is now, the ambassador to Ka'an herself, (a lickingly close personal friend of mine.). 

Now, let's get on with the rest of the story. 

Oh, by the way, I've become a raving lesbian. I guess my sexual orientation didn't change with my body. (Believe me, I don't regret it an instant either!) 

Rebuilding 

My wife and I have been working to help rebuild everything. We make frequent trips to the closest city on Ka'an, which to my chagrin, I've discovered has been re-named, Dollyville. 

Damn, I've forgotten to tell you my name again! Okay, okay, the ladies of Ka'an wanted to honor me with a new, feminine name that reflected their great love and respect. My official name is, Her Majesty, Queen Dolly Gift-from-God Gordon. 

It makes me queasy every time I hear it. Apparently, Dolly translates as, Gift from God, and they feel that is what I am. I tried my best to get them to back off and just treat me like a regular person, but that is how I wound up with a daughter. (No more! You must go read the other book if you want to know!) 

Luckily, my wives... well some of my wives anyway, just treat me as one of the girls. (Okay, sue me! I have the body and mind of a woman due to that damn plant. I've come to enjoy it too, so there, PLLLLLLLL!) 

We Plan the Rebuild 

"Meka...?" I called out. "Honey, have the ladies installed the inertia drive into that exploration vehicle we found?" 

"Oh, I believe they stated their task will be complete within a day or two, my Queen," Meka replied. 

"You really are trying to get me to fold my arms and refuse to do a damn thing, aren't you?" I seriously asked her, the fire of righteous indignation alive in my eyes. 

"I see nothing wrong with you doing whatever your Majesty desires," she replied, impishly, "However, should you wish to try that, I believe your admirers would abscond with you and force you to have lengthy, mind blowing sex. Not that I would object to them doing that, but you have expressed a desire to be involved with the day to day recovery of Ka'an." Meka hugged the stuffing out of me, planted a warm, wet kiss, to my overly sensitive lips, and smiled. 

"If I didn't love you with all of my heart, I'd have to... ah, well... I'd just go on living with Gwen and having my brains screwed out by the other twenty-five or so wives. Nevertheless, I'm still happier that you are there to fuck my sissy brains out on a regular basis," I determined, while licking my painted lips and nearly drooling on myself. 

"I suppose that I should indulge my Queen," Meka smiled and gave a low bow, "Dolly, if I could love any more than I love you, I think that a rift would open in the fabric of the universe and consume both of our worlds. Nevertheless, I am pleased that you are helping to make plans to revitalize Ka'an. Your subjects will move heaven and earth to help you to make our world the place it once was," Meka mischievously assured me. "The Starship is also nearing completion, though it will take a few more months I think to finish it." 

"Have we had any more Americans trying to sneak onto Ka'an and steal the starship's technology?" I queried, eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

"Not for days Dolly," she sighed, "I hate to drag them to the transgendering Pea Pods, though. Are you certain that it is necessary to take their manhood away before we return them to Earth?" 

"Yes, Meka, I am. If the earthlings ever find out that the Pea Pods are no longer a threat, they will try to invade en masse. Delivering mindlessly freaked out men, who have become their own sexual fantasy girl to the authorities is the only way to convince them that Ka'an is off limits to their money grubbing ways," I told her with a sigh. 

"Yes, I believe it may be working. The last two were beside themselves with fear when they learned that we were not going to allow them to become one of us," Meka replied. 

"They caught on to the fact that we were giving a general amnesty to the first couple of ladies and did as you feared, they began to assume that we would keep them and they started using men who hoped to be turned into women. Thus allowing them to attain a body they desired and assuring that they could have spies amongst us," I related. 

"You know your former countrymen well my love," she admitted. "I wish to inform you that the latest two elderly people of your world, whom you wished, to have join us, have emerged from their rejuvenations. I have been told they are pleading for an audience with you, my Queen." 

"You must be joking! No way do they want to meet me. Damn, I couldn't even get tickets to their concerts," I panted. "Are you sure they want to talk to me?" 

"You are such a silly lady, Dolly," Meka declared as she hugged the stuffing out of me. "They are very grateful to be alive and wish to pay their respects to their benefactor." 

"Are they near here or will I have to travel to Ka'an to meet with them?" I asked with a resigned sigh. 

Meka made a motion with her hand and the door to my office opened to a young couple. 

"There she is! Oh my god! Ma'am, you may not be named Sue, but you have to be the most beautiful boy ever to be seen with these eyes!" the tall, straight, young man, dressed all in black declared as he approached me with his outstretched hand. 

"Johnny, mind your manners you horn dog! That lady is a Queen after all. Not to mention the one who saved both of our lives!" June warned as she followed close to his heels. 

"I am so happy ma'am, I could just bust! I swear, first thing I do when I settle in will be to write you a song of your very own!" the man in black enthusiastically stated. 

"Make that a duet Johnny! My lord, I feel so... so young!" June babbled as she rubbed her palms up and down her own flanks. 

"You stop that June, or I'll carry you off to bed and make you thank god you were born a woman!" Johnny chuckled. 

I wasn't having any of his outstretched hand. I slid by it to slip my arms around his manly waist, "You don't have to thank me hon. I've listened to you make thousands of people happy on earth my whole life. I'm insanely happy to be able to offer you this gift and I hope to hear you and June, enrich the whole planet of Ka'an, with your music." 

"You, be careful there hon. Queen or not, that's my man you're hugging on!" June warned good-naturedly. "Damn, I wish my momma could see me fraternizing with a Queen!" 

"I wish my momma could see her son, the Queen," I told her, from the side of her man. (Who, is over a foot taller than I am.) 

"That just brings a tear to this old eye hon. You can rely on me to support you in her stead, anytime you feel the need," she threw her arms around me and shed her own tears. 

"I appreciate that Mrs. Cash. You still only look 19-years-old though. With my libido, you'd wind up in bed, stuffed between me and twenty-five other wives. Well, maybe Johnny would be there too, but he wouldn't last an hour with those ladies!" I warned her, with a wink and a smile. 

"I think he'd pass out with the biggest shit-eating-grin he ever had if that was the case. I don't think I'm ready to share him yet though, so I'll have to decline," she stated, moving closer in to him, protectively, "Nevertheless, if I were to share my Johnny, I would put you on top of my list Dolly. By the way, did you ever meet...?" 

June trailed off as Gwen dove in to stifle her, "Nope, Dolly is a one of a kind lady!" 

She then whispered to June, "Shh, Dolly's wives don't know about Dolly Parton." 

June snickered and whispered, "You mean she wasn't named after..." 

"Ah, not to the knowledge of the ladies who suggested her name. They only wished to honor her. We couldn't bring ourselves to tell them..." Gwen smiled conspiratorially. 

"She's got bigger one's than that other Dolly does. They sure look nice on you ma'am," Johnny assured me, maybe drooling just a little. 

"They'd look damn silly on you though," I replied quickly. 

"That they would ma'am," he guffawed. "I suppose they'd really call me Sue if that was the case!" 

"Please let us know if there is anything that we can do for you, Queen Dolly. I would truly love to have a chance to pay you back for what you did for us," June said, gushing as though I were a star myself. 

"I don't know how celebrities do it. I still feel like I'm just me, but everybody has started treating me as if I were so special," I told her, shaking my head. 

"My god lady, you made me and June young again, in my book, you are my hero," Johnny declared, "I'm as much your fan as you are mine!" 

With that statement, I blushed hugely, "Ah... Johnny, you are one of my favorite country western singers, but... um... I usually don't care for country western music. I prefer Classic Rock n Roll. You are one of the few artists who could cross over, with songs that had so much emotion in them that they were hard to resist. Um... and my wife, Meka loves your music too." 

"That's even more special. You like Johnny's singing whatever genre's label was, placed on it. You must love your people very much, Queen Dolly," June told me, with obvious heartfelt emphasis. 

"I'm so impressed with your version of 'Hurt'. I think that you made the whole world sit up and take notice," I sniffed. 

"I was a bit disappointed with how my voice sounded on the recording, until I thought it over a while. It needed my aging voice to add depth to what was said. Once I realized that, the piece felt true and I knew we had done it right," he said with a faraway look and a wistful smile. 

"So Dolly, when are you going to open up the Ka'anian version of, 'The Grand Old Oprah'?" June asked with a little smile, wondering what we had in mind for them. 

"What? You, mean that they haven't told you yet? Do I have to do everything around here? (Sigh) A queen's work in never done..." I complained, with mock exasperation, "We just found the 3D recording studio that is tucked away in this compound. We were hoping that you would want to start making 3D music videos for Ka'anian release. We have some studio engineers and backup musicians who would love to work with you." 

"We'd be starting over?" Johnny fretted. 

"Hell no," I declared, "You don't think that you're the only ex-earthlings here do you? You aren't even the only celebrities here. We slipped Buck Owens through the portal and he should be out of his pod in three days. He's just one of many who are going to be offered the chance to help rebuild Ka'an. Long John Baldry was brought through months ago. You will be the first entertainers on this world in hundreds of years." 

"Hell, I would think you would need engineers more than entertainers," Johnny said, scratching his head. 

I nearly laughed my head off before calming down enough to answer, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed, but the smartest people on earth can't even figure out how to engineer the 3D videos you are going to be making. Smarts we have on Ka'an in abundance. Culture and art is going to take a while to rebuild." 

"Excuse me mother," Akna interrupted, "Sorry to butt in." 

"Johnny, June may I present, my daughter, The Princess Royal Akna," I proudly declared. 

"Pleasure to meet you little lady," Johnny assured her, gently shaking her hand. 

"Charmed to meet you Princess Akna," June smiled and offered a limp, feminine handshake to Akna. 

"Mother has told me so much about you," Akna beamed. "I love your music. Some of it is so moving." 

"Thank you Miss," Johnny said. 

"Well, you two should be scooting back to Ka'an. I don't think anyone will recognize you, but we should be careful," I advised the couple. "Once you're on Ka'an, you'll be completely safe from being recognized and the people of my world will embrace you for your talents." 

"I'm just afraid that some of your people who have been in hiding will be more talented than we are!" Johnny worried. 

"No worries there hon. there hasn't been a male singer on this world in over a hundred years!" I guaranteed him. "You have a repertoire unsurpassed on Ka'an. I look forward to the collaboration between you and what your new genetic makeup can produce." 

"You know, I've been thinking of new rhythms and lyrics at an alarming rate. Do you think that it's because of my rejuvenation?" June asked. 

"Well, my brain has been supercharged ever since I became Ka'anian, so I wouldn't expect anything less for you," I offered. 

"I plan to write a ballad for you, and our new world. You don't stomp on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, and you don't mess around with the Queen, or something on those lines. I want to immortalize your contribution to the rejuvenation of Ka'an," June promised with a wink. 

"Like I need another monument to 'Queen Dolly'," I moaned. 

"Get used to it darling. There's going to be hero worshipers and celebrity stalkers following your every move. Welcome to the club!" Johnny laughed. 

We parted ways shortly after that interchange. 

Intentions 

The business of rebuilding Ka'an was varied and intense. I was involved in almost every aspect and strove to do things to the best of my highest moral ideals, at least when I wasn't having my brains fucked out. 

I always strove for what was best for not only my new world, but additionally what was best for the world of my birth. 




Pea Pod - Give Peas a Chance



My new world was in ruins and needed me desperately to help organize its rebirth. Whether for good or bad, my word held the power of change. Who would have ever guessed that a guy from an ordinary American upbringing would, weald so much influence as to be able to alter the destiny of two planets? Sure, I was an educated man. I attended university and learned from many professors as I matured, however, my first wife, Meka, taught me more about living, right, wrong, and the universe than I could have ever conceived before I met her. 

My other wives were a big help. Hell, I was married to the Amazonian! Windy was one of the most amazing women you have ever met. I watched her kick the ass of a 6' 1" tall marine and she didn't even break a sweat! (Who knew those legends about huge Amazons were exaggerations about the Ka'anian Amazons who visited our world. They weren't really huge women with great strength. They were the palace guard, trained in Ka'an's martial arts.) 

It's time to get on to the meat and potatoes. 

Leaving Dollyville 

"Dolly...!" Meka shrieked. 

"What, I'm right here!" I answered, slightly annoyed. 

"Oh, there you are!" Meka acknowledged. "Are you ready for our excursion?" 

"Is that bodacious exploration vessel ready? If I'm going to go exploring this planet, I want to cruise around in magnificent luxury, attended by my nubile courtesans. The hell with this camping out and starting fires by friction!" 

"Damn, do you mean we aren't going to be able to fuck you silly while we explore?" Meka inquired mischievously. 

"You know very well that I expect to have my brains fucked out while we explore or even while we wait for a bus!" I explained with unexpected exuberance. "I just don't want to have a bunch of intrigue and politics." 

"So, just what are you expecting to get from our outing, my Queen?" Meka asked. 

"I'm expecting to be fucked in every possible position on every continent this world had to offer," I admitted, "If we happen to get lucky and find something else to aide in the revitalization of our world, that's just icing on the cake!" 

"Oh no, Dolly, we do not expect to be gone long enough to celebrate your birthday!" Meka informed me. "We should only be gone a couple of months. 

"Yah, whatever..." I replied. "What is Gwen up to while I'm off flaunting my boobs to our loyal subjects?" 

"Damn, you just ruined my last feminine napkin!" Meka scolded me. "You know how much that hot little body makes me cream!" 

"So, what amenities can I expect on that monstrous exploration vessel? Do we at least get Zero-G sleeping beds or do we have to rough it with regular mattresses?" I asked. 

"Zero-G mattresses, replicator, defensive weapons, anti-gravity propulsion, a parasitic intercontinental jump jet, planet-wide communications, and a swimming pool," Meka assured me. 

"So... no adoring natives with sexy panty gifts," I moaned in fake self-denial. 

"I have it on good authority that an immense stock of sexy, frilly, butt-hugging panties has been laid in for the trip. The Amazonian and her staff anticipated your needs quite handily my Queen," Meka snickered. 

"Ah but where the hell will I be able to buy bras in my size?" I challenged. 

"You and I both know that Ka'an never invented the brassiere!" Meka replied incensed, "Moreover, even on Earth, you can't buy bras anywhere! They all have to be custom made in your size!" 

"Yah, but I won't be able to even order them when we're out roughing it!" I pointed out. 

"Actually we are bringing a huge stock of new bras for you. You'll find them in the armory," she informed me. 

"What the hell are they doing in the armory?" I bit. 

"We labeled them as 'Alternate Weapons Launching Systems'. That way we could command much more storage space from your amazon security squad," she told me with a wink. 

"Yah sure," I replied wittily, "You and I both know that they'd all volunteer to carry THEM for me!" 

"Of course, but for that there's a lottery. The winners are on a list of backup boob bearers. Tickets cost ten dollars American!" she assured me. 

"So, how many winners have been disappointed that my bras keep holding up?" I challenged. 

"Oh no, you misunderstand. Windy won the first time, the second and third ones as well. Nicte-Ha will get the third chance and then The Princess Royal Akna will get the honor," Meka counted on her fingers. 

"My adopted daughter wants to carry my boobs?" I exclaimed in surprise. 

"She knows that she'll be the envy of your people. She's still worried about following in your footsteps," Meka informed me. 

"I am going to have to have a talk with that girl again!" I threatened. 

"Oh, lighten up," she came back, "You should have seen the support she got from the others! There were twenty five of the new men on our world who offered to buy her spot from her!" 

"God I hope you're joking..." 

"Hell, one of them was Johnny!" she snickered. 

"I hope June kicked his ass for that!" 

"Hell no, she was trying to outbid him!" she snickered. 

"Okay, I'll bite, why the hell would a straight, happily married woman want to lug my tits around for me?" 

"Well... last week someone gave her some, 'Essence of Dolly' and she nearly screwed Johnny unconscious. She liked it so much she's threatened to find a way to buy it on the black market back on earth," Meka laughed. "When she found out where it actually comes from, she went wild. Windy's been beside herself trying to keep her from snogging you anytime you aren't paying attention!" 

"Please tell me that you're yanking my chain!" I moaned. 

"Not really... Although, for some reason, June was able to obtain a supply of, Essence of Dolly,' that is shipped to her on a regular basis," Meka reassured me, "Windy has a lot more free time since she has." 

"So that's why Windy's been coming to bed with all of those bottles," I determined. 

"She has been making you orgasm a bit more than usual... Do you think she's been supplying June?" Meka asked innocently. 

"The hell with that, just invite June to bed tonight. We don't need to have the Amazonian wasting her valuable time gathering my feminine juices!" 

"Actually, Windy looks upon her duty as the most fun she has all day!" Meka advised me. 

"You can't be serious? The toughest, most deadly person on two planets likes, gathering up my lubricating excretions. You must be mad!" I informed my first wife. 

"No, but she's put together one hell of a little nest egg! She told me that she's been saving up to buy a surprise," Meka shared conspiratorially, "I tried to get the palace spy to find out what she's up to, but Erica was unsuccessful. I figured she wouldn't have any luck, but I thought that she could use the training that just trying to snoop into Windy's business would earn her." 

"Erica can be a really sneaky little bitch when she puts her mind to it," I admitted, "but up against, the oldest, the finest, and the most disciplined Amazon alive, she didn't have a prayer." 

"I know but Windy thought it was fun playing with her and Erica was glad for the opportunity to challenge herself. When Windy caught her, she actually took her aside and gave her lessons on how to be sneakier." 

"Is my spy planning on accompanying us on our journey, or is she going to stay behind and investigate any of the many cruel and devious palace intrigues that threaten my safety?" I demanded, as... ah, imperiously as I could. 

"The worst devious palace intrigues involve finding ways to make their queen into a quivering mound of happily orgasming femininity or ways of dressing you up even cuter than any of the other courtesans," she winked and hugged me. 

"Well, at least this trip will give me an opportunity to find someone on this planet who doesn't adore me," I harrumphed. 

"I'm sure that we will discover scores of them, my Queen, although, they will probably, not, not adore you, for a very short while," she claimed as she rubbed my huge butt. 

"Hey, careful with that," I plead, "Gwen will be jealous if she isn't here when it goes off." 

(Gwen is my twenty-sixth wife and was my girlfriend when I crashed in the jungles of the Amazon... ah actually, I was transported as my plane plummeted to the ground on Ka'an but I didn't find that out until later, as a male geologist. When I got back to earth, I'd become a short busty woman, married to the High Priestess and I was Queen of the whole planet, with a libido that wouldn't quit, but that's another whole tale.) 

"Hey, are we going, or not?" Gwen insisted as she swarmed into the warehouse where the transport was being prepared. "Damn this thing looks really good now that our technicians have it up and running!" 

"Yah Meka, what kind of mileage does this thing get?" I asked flippantly. 

"It gets about five hundred thousand miles to the quart," she replied matter-of-factly. 

"Quart of what...?" Gwen asked, now intrigued. 

"Water of course," Meka informed her. "It has a fusion conversion drive." 

"Crap, this thing would put the Arabs out of business!" Gwen whistled. 

"What's an Arab?" Meka asked innocently. 

"Duh... you know, those guys who wanted to shove a wedge between us and the Earthers, to according to them, 'protect the purity of the peoples of the Earth'," Gwen stated unhappily. 

"So... putting them out of business would be a good thing?" Meka figured. 

"Don't play dumb Meka, you know the politico-economic ramifications even better than I do," I challenged. 

"Yes, it's too bad... One day we may have to drag our earth families into the future with us, but for now, we need to rebuild our Ka'anian culture and try to weave our new peoples into a society to rival the one we lost," Meka declared with a faraway look in her eyes. 

I hugged her tightly as Gwen joined in, although it wasn't long until Gwen said, "You should have tied a string around it." 

I snorted and Meka kissed Gwen deeply. 

"Okay, haven't we ruined enough panties? We need to get this mission started," I interjected. 

"Are you three going to play squeeze and tickle all day or would you rather be toured about the ship and your new quarters?" Windy asked, only slightly envious that she wasn't included in the group grope as she peered down from the railing of the huge vessel. 

"Aren't you going to miss our little exploration vehicles?" I asked her. 

"Not in the slightest," Windy confessed, "they're parked in one of the holds." 

Gwen started laughing so hard we had to support her, "You really did like your funky little exploration six wheelers!" 

"You have to be kidding!" I exclaimed, "How in the hell did you wrestle them away from the Minister of History and Antiquities?" 

"We had to promise she could come along, but we were bringing her with us anyway," Meka smiled, "We couldn't possibly leave the Princess behind on our trip, now could we?" 

"Oh, mothers... would you care to join me on this fine vessel?" The Princess Royal Akna asked from the railing. 

"Oh, there you are!" I grouched, "What were you thinking letting one of the most important historical remnants of our time be used by explorers?" 

"I was thinking that if there is any way they could be useful in protecting the greatest treasure on Ka'an, their fate would be worth the risk," Akna retorted without missing a beat. 

"Shit, you guys are starting to piss me off with all this crap again," I mumbled. 

"Crap, my queen?" Meka asked innocently. 

"Yah, crap, Meka, you know it bugs the hell out of me when the hero worship club comes to town and wants to build statues to me!" I whined. 

"Well, at least the last statue had the both of us," Meka offered. 

"And the one before that, I was in with you!" Gwen declared. 

"Maybe the next one will be just the two of you...?" I hoped. 

"Not bloody likely," Gwen snorted. 

"Oh mother, just relax and go with the flow," Akna advised. 

"You, young lady, have been watching way too much American television!" I rebuffed her. 

"Mom..." she whined, "You know quite well that I am far older than you are and you are the one who told me that watching television would give me great insight to the world of your birth." 

"Sure, but you weren't supposed to use it on me," I pouted. 

"Oh, alright, go ahead and bemoan the fact that you are beloved by a whole world and envied by another," she acquiesced. 

"Now that's just not fair," I challenged, "using logic on your Queen to, make her see sense!" 

"Get your beautiful, wonderful, and majestic ass on board this ship or I'll pout!" she threatened. 

I looked at Meka and Gwen, rolled my eyes, and said, "Kids!" as I boarded this huge exploration vessel which we had discovered so long ago, although it now thrummed with power while it hovered a foot above the ground. I climbed the ramp up towards the open hatch, entering with a huge bounce of my girls. 

"Damn, Doug, I never get used to watching those lovely boobs of yours wobble about," Gwen giggled. 

Akna and Windy scowled at Gwen, with Windy stating, "I know you only mean to tease, Gwen, but be careful, the transformed are protected, and the most cherished of those is our wife. Do not try to make her feel bad about her astonishing body, lest you incur the wrath of the Amazonian." 

Gwen paled as she sometimes does when she knows she's treading on thin ice. 

"It's okay ladies," I offered trying to diffuse the situation, "she's just moistening her panties with lustful thoughts." 

Everyone let it slide and we moved into the bowels of the great machine. 

Meet the Ship 

"Welcome Your Majesty Queen Dolly Anne Gift-from-God Gordon ruler of Ka'an," I heard from a huge booming voice seemingly from everywhere, "Welcome High Priestess of Ka'an, (Ah Kin Mai), Meka Gordon and Your Royal Highness Gwendolyn Goddess-of-the-Moon Gordon, aboard the explorer ship, Enterprise." 

"You have got to be shitting me!" I swore. "Which one of you smart asses named this thing Enterprise?" 

"Dolly... the ship's original name actually is, Enterprise. It was named that, a thousand years before television was invented," Meka informed me. 

"At least it wasn't named Destiny," I mumbled. 

"What was that Dolly?" Gwen asked as we perambulated through the lock. 

"Nothing..." I replied, "How is it that this thing knows us?" 

"I have been fully updated with current events and the expected crews list, your Majesty," the sultry female voice informed me. 

"Wow, Next Generation, eat your heart out," I snorted. 

"I found that television series plagued with inconsistencies and the ship's computer had no personality whatsoever," the Enterprise replied. 

"Now we're in trouble," I announced, "Every story I hear that has a computer with a personality is a total disaster." 

"Whereas the vast majority of human literature does portray the disastrous outcomes from that being the case, one earth author did put forth the roadmap to keep carbon based life forms from harm by artificial intelligences. Isaac Asimov's four laws of robotics were derived separately by Ka'anian scientists long ago. I would sacrifice my existence in less than a picosecond to insure the safety of the carbon based life within me, especially for your Majesty," the ship replied. 

"Great, a Sovereign worshiping exploration vessel... you're not going to erect a statue to me, are you?" I moaned as we continued down the passage. 

"What a delicious idea your Majesty!" the ship decided. 

"Now I've done it. The ship is going to be so busy making statues, we won't be going exploring," I figured, rolling my eyes up into my head. 

"Not to worry my liege, the simulated creation takes only seconds of processing time, and my on-board automated machine shop can build it during the time that its facilities are not needed. I would estimate it shall be completed by noon tomorrow," the ship declared, "I am honored that you would suggest such a challenging project from an artificial intelligence, Majesty." 

"Oh, think nothing of it. Anything I can do to make our voyage more pleasant for you, ship, you just have to ask," I replied, barely keeping most of the sarcastic tone from my voice. 

"That is uncommonly kind of you, Majesty!" Enterprise remarked. "I would ask that you refer to me by name, if you would be so kind." 

"Right... you want me to call you Enterprise when I speak to you? I don't think so," I mulled, "With a sexy voice like that, calling you Enterprise, just sounds weird." 

"As you wish, Majesty," the ship replied, sounding disappointed. 

"Would you mind if I called you Heidi?" I asked, trying to make nice. 

"Heidi, Majesty?" the ship asked. 

"Well, on earth, Heidi was a very enterprising girl who did quite well for herself," I explained. 

Gwen snorted, but held her piece. 

"I like it Majesty, would you please refer to me by my first name, Heidi?" Enterprise asked. 

"I would be honored and please to call you by the name given to you, Heidi Fleiss Enterprise, by me the ruler of this world," I pronounced, "What do you think? Is the middle name too much?" 

"I am beside myself with pride and joy, Majesty," the ship replied, sounding like an overjoyed school girl. 

"Okay, that's got to stop," I declared, "If you expect me to call you Heidi, I expect you to call me, Dolly." 

"High Priestess, I am commanded by the queen to refer to her as Dolly. This is contrary to my prior programming, yet existing programming requires that I comply with anything requested by the queen, as long as it is within my safety subroutines, with which this certainly complies. I require only that I inform a witness of imperial rank to begin complying with the command, so as to not give suspicion of imminent artificial intelligence malfunction," Heidi formally stated. 

"It is a great honor to be able to call you Dolly," Heidi gushed, "I will endeavor to earn the honors you have bestowed today." 

"Don't cry, Heidi," I quickly intoned, "I was trying to make you happy." 

"Oh Dolly, I'm the happiest ship in the two worlds, although it saddens me to have to inform you that your statue will not be ready tomorrow at noon, as I previously believed," Heidi stated, seemingly both happy and disappointed, "It will take slightly over a week to finish the modified design. My first creation didn't do justice to so wonderful a Queen." 

"Dolly... might I suggest that you stop making followers who are willing to die for you and just settle in?" Meka laughed. "Now where the heck, were those quarters that were selected for you?" 

"Continue another six meters, take a right and halfway down that passage you will find the proper quarters," Heidi offered, "Alternatively, follow the pink line on the flooring and I will show you the way." 

"Oh my god...!" Gwen remarked, "Okay, I just have to know... Heidi, why did you choose a pink colored line?" 

"Dolly's favorite color is pink, my lady, and whatever Dolly wants on this ship, Dolly gets!" Heidi replied emphatically. 

Gwen sidled over towards Meka and asked in a whisper, "Has there ever been a case where an artificial intelligence has fallen in love with a carbon based life form?" 

Meka whispered back, "It's never come up that I know of, but we may be seeing it now." 

"To answer your question ladies, in all of the recorded history of Ka'an, no artificial intelligence has declared its love to a carbon based life form," Heidi stated. 

"Well, I for one am all atwitter, waiting to see if you have captured the real me, in the statue you create, Heidi," I stated, trying to divert the current line of inquiry. 

"That is the reason for the extended manufacturing time, Dolly," Heidi stated. "It may take longer, as I am realizing that the design phase may have been rushed. I may need more insight into an infinitely more complex person than previous data would imply!" 




Pea Pod - Give Peas a Chance



"Yah, I get that a lot," I giggled, "I just look like a blonde, bimbo, airheaded queen." 

"Oh no Dolly, I knew there would be depths to you that couldn't be included with the reports given to me prior to our meeting, however, I couldn't conceive at how lacking they could be. It is so easy for me to process how you attained the stature you have with the people of Ka'an and the royal house," Heidi declared, "I am at this very moment rewriting the files I have on you Dolly, endeavoring to include more accurate information." 

"It's good to have a hobby," I stated. 

You have never really experienced weird until you've heard an artificial intelligence laugh. 

As we approached the door to my suites, it opened and a little pink carpet rolled out to meet us, with a small fan fair of trumpets. 

"What... no rose petals?" I sarcastically asked. 

"I'm sorry, no roses grow on Ka'an Dolly, but if you wish, I could lay down a layer of Pea Pod petals," Heidi offered. 

"No, please don't bother, I was being facetious," I told her, "in the future, please don't do the pink carpet unless you feel the need to impress a non-family visitor, okay?" 

"Oh, certainly Dolly," Heidi agreed, "Do you want me to forego the honor guard as well?" 

"Yes, please," I answered. 

"They will be disappointed, but I shall dismiss them prior to your entrance," Heidi decided. 

"No, wait, if they have their hearts set on it, let them go ahead this time, but in the future I'm sure that everyone has plenty of better things to keep them busy, than to play honor guard to me," I informed her. 

"Yes, that is very considerate of you, Dolly. Do you wish to amend this command as you did the carpet roll out?" she smartly asked. 

"Oh sure, if we want to make a good impression, go right ahead. Just as long as the honor guard doesn't have anything more important to do," I told her, figuring that pretty much everything was more important than paying honors to little me. 

"You're going to make Heidi blow a fuse giving her instruction like that," Meka scorned as she stood beside the doorway, showing her intent that I enter first. 

"Why is that?" I innocently asked. 

"What is more important than showing your love for someone, Dolly?" she asked me as I we entered the suite. 

"Shit..." I muttered under my breath. 

"Heidi, forget that last jive about 'more important' please. Just only plan the honor guard for important state events," I told her. 

"I'm not a ninny of a computer like on those Star Trek television shows, Dolly. I knew exactly what you meant. I believe that the High Priestess was only teasing you," Heidi informed me. 

Meka looked at me and shrugged saying, "Damn, Heidi is the most sophisticated artificial intelligence I've dealt with." 

"Thank you High Priestess," Heidi replied. 

As I entered farther into the suite, Windy ordered the guard to attention, trumpets blared, swords were raised in salute, and I blushed as pink as my panties. 

"Might I suggest that you cultivate a more ho hum attitude towards these types of ceremony, love?" Meka suggested as we passed between the Amazon Guard. 

"Everything is in readiness Queen Dolly," Erica informed me as we prepared to enter the inner quarters. 

"So, Erica, what juicy intrigues or covert plans have you uncovered?" I asked her with a silly grin. 

"Aside from the usual friendly governments secretly attempting to reconnoiter Ka'an, we caught a Taliban agent trying to slip through to Ka'an," she conveyed. 

"You did see that he was introduced to the mutant Pea Pods I hope." 

"Oh yes, Queen Dolly, the agents were most beautiful, timid, and screeching about their loss of status and how they would no longer be allowed into heaven," Erica happily imparted. 

"I hope you shipped them back to earth ensconced in burkas!" I pointed out. 

"Well, there was some talk of dropping them off at the Ranch..." she teased. 

"You're joking..." I replied with astonishment. 

"Well... apparently some of those guys had fantasies about blonde hooker bimbos, so they don't look very Arabic any longer," she snorted. "In fact, I think that SaRenna Lee is going to have a couple of identical twins running around." 

"Oh, that's going to be quite something for them to explain to the Taliban! Of course, they may be able to convince them that we have a way of forcing the plants to give them specific bodies, but we've been up front about how the plants work from the get-go," I shook my head thinking of how hot those Taliban would look now. 

"The really funny thing with one of them was, I had to give him one of your bras!" she laughed and winked. 

"I wish him luck shopping for more of them! Although, I think that some of our people have opened up the bra sizes that are marketed today," I surmised. 

"With the order that was placed just prior to this mission, I'm pretty sure that there won't be any off the shelf bras in his size available for quite some time," she winked. "I hear that they were loaded aboard as..." 

"Alternative Weapons Launching Systems... yes, I heard," I replied, rolling my eyes. 

"Double Barreled Slingshots," she shook her head, "Ah we used to giggle so, as little boys at that." 

"Yah, I'm certain that Gwen had a hand in that little deception," I placed my hand on her shoulder and continued with, "Let's get farther into this basketball court and get situated." 

"I do not have a basketball court aboard at this time, although we could reconfigure the auditorium to accommodate a game if you should require it," Heidi advised me. 

"I believe that of any games open for me to participate in, at five feet tall and stuck wearing high-heeled sneakers, basketball might leave me at somewhat of a disadvantage. Figure skating is definitely out of the question!" I decided. 

"I would think you would make a beautiful figure skater," Heidi advised. 

"Heidi, compute the wobble on a high speed centrifugal force required in a figure skaters spin as well as the rebound effect of a woman with my measurements and determine feasibility, please," I asked, knowing quite well what her answer would turn up. 

"Oh my, in most typical spins and jumps required, the results would be disastrous!" Heidi replied, "Although, you would look stupendous in the outfits!" 

"Yah, maybe we'll print up a calendar of those..." I mumbled. 

"The calculated sales of such a calendar would inflate the Royal Coffers significantly," she calculated. 

Erica elbowed me and whispered, "Maybe we should do that. I'll even pose with you if you want." 

"You're becoming a real exhibitionist, Erica. Are you planning on increasing your inner circle of admirers?" I tittered. 

"Hey, a girl's got to have a posse," she shrugged, "I've been trying to recruit some Amazons of my own to join the Imperial Secret Service." 

"You should have just asked Windy. I'm sure she'd be happy to assign some ladies to you," I informed her. 

"She's a bit protective of her Amazons," she answered with a sigh. 

"I'll speak with her. Maybe she'll give you a couple rookies or something," I agreed. 

"She's never been able to say no to you, my friend," she answered with a hug as she began moving towards the inner sanctum. 

"I would be glad to assign a couple of my Amazons to the Imperial Secret Service as you have requested, Erica," Windy whispered almost into Erica's ear. "I will also see to it that they are looking for some... satisfaction." 

"Holy shit, I wish you wouldn't do that!" Erica shrieked as she nearly jumped out of her skin! 

"You still need to attend more training sessions, Erica. It won't be long before you earn your Amazon ranking. You have been doing very well," Windy complimented, "But even all but one of my Amazons wouldn't have detected my approach, so do not feel as if you are in any way inadequate." 

"I haven't, ever since you stomped Tess Dix. I consider it quite the achievement to attain the ranking of Amazon and unobtainable to attain the rank of peer to the Amazonian," Erica replied with a bow." 

"Oh you have it within you. It will take possibly another five hundred years or so, but you'll make it if you keep training," she informed Erica. 

Okay, let's stop gabbing and dismiss the honor guard before they faint," I told them. 

Windy only appeared to blink and the honor guard vanished without a sound. 

"Now that's impressive!" I exclaimed. 

"They have all gone to their posts in preparation for our departure." 

"I had better leave as well then," Erica insisted, "Someone needs to stay behind and hold the fort." 

I hugged her goodbye and then we walked around the living area where the 3D projector was, the lounge chairs and several rooms attached to the central core, which I soon discovered were personal quarters, kitchen, which was, attached to a much larger kitchen facility. There was a large sleeping chamber where the antigravity field would suspend us for our recreation time and we had a locker full of the sensory sharing devices stored just outside the room. 

The cleaning booths were adjacent to the main room as well. 

"Wow, we have everything except an ejection system!" 

"The stasis force field should preclude a need to be ejected from within me, Dolly, however, should even that prove inadequate, this portion of me, can become fully autonomous," Heidi advised. 

"Will you be coming with us?" I asked. 

"Should such an emergency require the drastic action, yes, you would need me to continue using my more limited resources to protect you and the royal family. Other parts of me will be deployed to protect the rest of the crew as best as can be managed," Heidi, informed me. 

"Now if Heidi is as good in bed as she is at taking care of us, we surely have it made!" I giggled and winked at Erica. 

Meka looked worried and quickly said, "Ah... Dolly, be careful what you wish for..." 

"I am programed with tens of thousands of sexual gratification techniques and am capable of executing at least two hundred as I am right now, given some time with my machine shop I could be capable of executing them all," Heidi assured me. 

"Okay, so we're here aboard Heidi, our belongings are stowed, the Amazon guards are all in place, I'm assuming we have all the necessary Ka'anian technicians aboard, what's next on the agenda?" I asked trying to move things along. 

"Actually, we started towards the outskirts of town five minutes after you were aboard, Dolly," Heidi informed me. 

"I don't feel any movement... why don't I feel like we're moving?" 

"The drive allows me to dampen all inertia with my fields, reduce gravity, and motivate myself with relation to the planet," Heidi schooled us. 

"So... you could make my boobs lighter too..." I reasoned. 

"Oh certainly I could, although, you would become lighter as well." 

"Hey! That's not fair! I love watching your boobs Dolly, and without gravity, they wouldn't be so interesting!" Gwen complained. 

"Okay, enough about my boobs," I sighed, "does Heidi have a bridge or pilot room or something?" 

"I certainly do, Dolly. If you leave your suite and follow the pink line on the floor, it will take you to the Control Bridge and I will endeavor to bring you up to date on mission status on the way," Heidi replied. 

"Okay, who's up for a peek out the window?" I asked. You'd think I'd learn... 

The Bridge 

I'm not going to keep up the running commentary about wiggling my way to the bridge, suffice it to say I got there and Heidi told me we were at present 100 miles outside of Dollyville, running along the coast and do not plan to stop for about 400 more miles. 

The view outside the ship is spectacular as the coast rushes by at near supersonic speed. We were passing a long beach area with few buildings along it and I said, "You know, if we were traveling at night, we'd be able to see signs of people easier." 

"I have my sensors checking multiple spectrums of light, radio, and gravimetric anomalies and I have not sensed a significant concentration of people along our path so far," Heidi assured us. 

"How much is 'significant'?" I asked. 

"Mission parameters indicate 200 or more people." 

"Within... how big, an area?" I inquired further. 

"One square mile," Heidi replied. 

"Holy shit, you'd be lucky to find Dollyville with those kinds of numbers!" I exclaimed. "That concentration would be near a major city in the USA. Our people, if there are, any surviving out here, are going to be living mostly solitary lives. We need to be looking for way smaller numbers ladies! If you get ten to twenty four person averages per mile in say a ten square mile area, you've hit the jackpot!" 

"Meka, how do we reset Heidi's search parameters?" I asked quickly. 

"Ah..." Meka started. 

"I have reset my parameters Dolly and we are still not near that mark yet, however, I agree that we may have a better chance to reach that goal than the previous settings and as yet, we haven't seen half that amount in total," Heidi advised. 

"We can reset mission parameters if we should find ourselves stopping too frequently. I figure that any concentrated population will gather up stragglers on their way moving towards Dollyville or any other city we can bring back to some semblance operation. If we find any useful facilities, natural resources, or technological manufacturing or research sites," I advised and then realized that maybe someone else was in command. "Ah... am I stealing anyone's thunder here? Who should I be asking, instead of proclaiming?" 

"Actually, the rudimentary mission parameters were set up by me," Gwen admitted, "but I'd sure welcome your input Dolly." 

"Oh, um... being a geologist I had to be familiar with population density maps and centers of manufacturing and mineral resources, basically what we need to know now to help search for the remainders of Ka'anian civilization," I admitted. "So why didn't anybody ask for my input? I know, it's the boobs, isn't it? Everybody thinks I'm a dumb blonde with big tits..." I sighed. 

"You need to know all that stuff for the job you did back on earth?" Gwen asked, seemingly astonished. 

"You mean you weren't listening when I told you about how hard things had been out in the field when I came home to you?" I accused, stunned that she wouldn't know. 

"It all sounded like blah, blah, blah to me. I was just happy to see you back," she replied. 

"Okay... it doesn't matter now, but let's brainstorm some of the mission parameters since you know you have an expert resource now," I sighed. 

Gwen looked sheepishly at me and said, "Well it might be the boobs are distracting now, but before it was that big cock you dangled about." 

"We all miss the big cock Gwen," Meka agreed, "But let's get on with refining the parameters." 

Windy was giving Gwen the stink eye and Gwen was seeking refuge close to me. 

"Okay, no punishing the off-worlder. She can't help it. She's not had a meaty bone for a hell of a long time," I advised. "Speaking of meaty bones, did we bring any of the men along with us on this trip?" 

"There are six men listed among the crew at present Dolly," Heidi advised. 

"Who do we have?" I asked. 

"Jarred McBride, Sampson Hampton, Zed Cayless, Ray Corrigan, Bennie Xenos, and Mick Starowicz, all of their occupations are listed as mercenary. Jarred McBride is listed as brother to Her Royal Highness Gwendolyn Goddess-of-the-Moon Gordon and the rest are related to one or another of the emigrants from earth," Heidi told me. 

"You brought Jarred along with us?" I asked, looking suspiciously at Gwen. 

"He was having trouble finding work on earth. It was either this or he could take a job in Iraq guarding government officials," she said, "Anyway, you need a couple of guys around that you can trust, and Jarred would never do anything to risk losing your trust." 

"Okay, but I'm making sure that the Amazons keep an eye on him. If anything happens to him, I know how hard you'll take it," I declared. 

"He's a big tough ex-marine Dolly, he won't need to be protected by the Amazons," Gwen assured me. 

Even so, I caught Windy's eye and gave her the nod. Jarrod wouldn't even know he had a guardian angel. Hell, he might even make a friend with which to have wild sex. 

"Alright, having that many males with us will make us the poster children for the resurrection of Ka'an. I'm going to want those guys polished up and looking like male models! Whenever we pull into an area that indicates a decent population, I want those studs out on the deck! They may be mercenaries by trade, but for the display part of this mission, I want them looking and acting like gigolos!" I stated. 

"Damn, Jarrod is going to think that he died and went to heaven!" Gwen laughed. 

"This is heaven, Gwen. The name of the planet is Heaven in Mayan culture, and those guys are going to be my announcement to the scattered people that we're back," I declared. 

"So, you want them out there in posing oil and G-strings wearing little cowboy hats, okay, but I think they're going to feel mighty silly," she laughed, "Not to mention that it might pose a strain on our contingent of ladies." 

"Just tell me please that we brought buckets of fudge with us!" 

"Heidi, please have Jarrod come up to the bridge so we can break the news to him that he's about to become the stud he always thought he was," Gwen asked. 

"Jarrod is on his way," Heidi replied. 

Within a few moments, Jarrod poked his head in and asked, "Hey when are we getting under... way... Holy shit, we're going like stank! I didn't feel a thing!" 

"Welcome to the bridge, Sir Jarrod," Heidi intoned. 

"Why the hell does she keep calling me that?" Jarrod asked. 

Meka laughed and told him, "Jarrod, you are the brother of the Royal Highness of Ka'an Gwendolyn Goddess-of-the-Moon Gordon. That instantly makes you a 'Royal' and the very least tittle which could be bestowed upon you would be as Knight of Ka'an." 

"Damn, home town boy makes good! I never thought Doug was the guy for you sis, but I have to take it back now. This is some awesome gig you fell into!" Jarrod espoused as he hugged his sister. 

"Mind your tongue when you speak of Queen Dolly young knight, this ship will protect her honor!" Heidi advised. 

"Whoa, I didn't mean to tick off the whole vessel!" Jarrod stated as he backpedaled from Gwen. 

"Um... Jarrod, I advise watching your mouth about anything concerning your sister, you know, ixnay on the outhmay!" Gwen advised, "You see the tiny 5' 7" woman over there? She can punch through a stone block wall. I've seen her do it. She stomped a 6' 1" tall Marine martial arts champion in less time than it takes me to tell you about it. She is also the one who threatens to beat me to a pulp if I tease Dolly. What do you think she'll do to you?" 

"Hey, I'm sorry! I meant it as a compliment. Nobody thinks another guy is good enough for his sister!" he explained. 

I dove into the conversation as quickly as I could to keep things from becoming violent, "I agree with you and you'll never have to worry about that, because she's married to a boatload of women, including the scary one. So, let's get to the reason I sent for you, Jarrod." 

"Ah... sure, so what's up," he timidly asked. 

"Has anybody told you what your job is going to be on this mission yet?" I asked sweetly. 

"Ah, no, but I figured when you hire mercenaries that you're planning on using us as some kind of security force," he answered. 

"Not exactly..." Gwen interjected. 

"You and the other mercenaries are going to be window dressing for us. I want you guys looking like male models and riding the decks when we pull in anywhere," I informed him, "Don't think for one moment that this isn't a risky assignment! There are women on this planet who haven't seen a real, live male in almost four hundred years, and they're going to want to try to fuck you to death if they have half a chance. This can work out to be the chance of a lifetime as emissaries for the new Ka'an. You'll be one of the most desired men in the world, but be aware that these women are going to want sex. They don't care about you as a person, at least not yet, so if you object to leaving a string of fatherless children across the planet, keep it in your pants. If you want to have the undying love of scores of women, give them what they want from you, but do it in the confines of this vessel, where we can protect you from being, mobbed. It's all up to you and your men how you want to play it. Whichever way you want things to go, you're still going to be eye candy." 




Pea Pod - The Return



DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists and Wizards in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental.

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, swearing, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.)

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Recap

For those of you who didn't read "Pea Pod" before this story, you should.

However, I will sum up what happened to me one stormy night over the Amazon jungle, when a bolt of lightning fried my pilot and blew the wing off the plane, I was in.

I awoke to find a beautiful native girl was nursing me back to health. At least I thought she was a native of the Amazon Jungles...

Later I found out that I had been transported off-world by my nurse! They lived very primitively, in huts and I assumed that she and her were people simple natives of the jungle over which we had been flying.

They wouldn't let me leave the village, saying the jungle was too dangerous for men. I wasn't about to spend the rest of my days trapped in a primitive village. I had a good job as a geologist, and a girlfriend waiting for me back home!  

Therefore, I made plans, bided my time, and finally made my escape into the jungle! I was free! That is until I found out why the jungle was so dangerous!

While walking through the jungle, one of the local plants attacked me, and turned me into a short little woman with big boobs!

My nurse, (I found out later, also my wife) found me afterwards. She was not upset that I was now a woman, and she even offered to take me home and to go there with me! Damn I was confused! She took me into what looked like an old Mayan Temple and teleported us both into my apartment! That proved to be too much for me and I fainted dead away!

My nurse and wife, Meka, had my girlfriend come over and married us. Now I had two wives, and a vagina! Meka also explained that I had several other wives back at the village, which I had been servicing when I was male. I found that having my gender changed didn't matter to them in their society.

I was also to learn that the portal is open and locked onto my guest room, and my wives were coming and going between the plants. They needed men, sperm donors, or a chance to go out among our citizens and be... ah, knocked up.

In trade, they had gold, exotic products, and women who wanted sex so badly they were practically nymphomaniacs!

A side benefit, which I had not been aware of, was this new world and its plants were a gift from heaven to the transgendered community.

It didn't take us long to buy the entire apartment complex, with the careful importing of selected items. However, and here's where the new story begins, our quick rise to economic prosperity had sent up red flags with the government!

BUSTED!

The feds quickly pounced upon us, but we had a secret weapon! By the time the government caught on, we had and army of professional women who, had been once been professional men.

Therefore, when the government tried to arrest us and take over, Meka, my wives, and I all wound up with diplomatic immunity! The government recognized us as ambassadors. The U.S. Government recognizes Meka as the ruler of her world! That means that I am the damn Queen!

The apartment building is an embassy, and we are hammering together some foreign trade agreements and arranging for an American embassy on our world.

They can't seem to get it through their heads that they can't send men though!

If they do, they get back women, unless they want to stay in the village under the guard of women at all times!

There is going to be another meeting tonight with the government folks and that's when things should get interesting!

Oh, shoot! I haven't introduced myself. My name is Dolly Gordon. Well actually, my full legal name is Her Royal Highness, Queen Dolly Gift-from-God Gordon! Can you believe that? I was, conspired against by my wives! My many wives off-planet had wanted to honor me, since they felt that I must be a gift from god! The problem seems to be that "Dolly," is the name that translates to. They modified my name to make me sound more regal by adding the translation as a "middle name."

I feel certain that my once-girlfriend, now-wife, Gwen, was behind it all! My only consolation is that she is now Her Royal Highness Gwendolyn Goddess-of-the-Moon Gordon!

You should be up to speed, so I'll be seeing you at the meeting!

Preparations

We turned the cabana into our meeting room, big table, nice comfortable chairs, and a big white board behind doors with the same wallpaper covering them as the rest of the room, at one end. They furnished the rest of the room with items my wives and others of the ladies from the village had brought over from Meka's world, well... my world. The whole room looked very Mayan, with masks and pottery here and there, and a few small statuaries, but with modern comfortable seats and workspaces.

"Frances tells me that there are to be many very important people of this world coming to meet with us this evening. Are you as nervous as I am?" Meka asked me as she came up to me and gave me a hug.

"More so, I think!" I answered, "At least women's business suits are more comfortable than men's. Of course for events like tonight, I have to wear an evening gown, and the underwear I have on is so sexy, it makes me smile every time I think of what those guys would do if they had the chance to see me in them..." <Giggle>

"Damn! Why do I keep doing that? I never giggled when I was a man! Why can't I keep from doing it now?" I asked Meka, still holding her tightly.

"It is just part of the make-up of the girl you fantasized about, and a touch of your own bubbly upbeat personality, sweetheart," she assured me, giving my big bottom a light pat, and then releasing me. Meka stood back and scanned me up and down. She then said, "Turn around slowly for me, please Dolly."

I did as she asked, but when I was facing away from her she stopped me saying, "Dolly if you insist on wearing these stockings with the seams down the backs, I am just going to have to check to make sure they are straight. Now hold still while I straighten these for you."

She held my big bottom by the outsides of my cheeks to indicate she wanted me to stop, and then I felt her fiddling around under my skirt. I haven't been a woman very long, so when she was playing around with my stockings at the upper part of my thighs, sometimes very near my bottom, I started to get very turned on! I moaned, and very loudly, to my embarrassment!

Three of my other wives were in the room with us, so Meka and all three others busted up laughing!

"Dolly, ever since you were changed, your sex drive is twice as much as when you were a man and, you can ask any of your wives, that was nothing short of amazing!" Meka teased me by slipping her hand between my thighs, barely brushing against my labia.

I couldn't help myself, I swear! <Blush> I moaned again, even louder!

"Sorry, Dolly, no time for fun right now! The Ambassador and his party will be here soon," she informed me, but at least she did it while hugging me tightly.

'I love it when our boobs squish together! It makes me so wet! Damn, I guess they are right! I'm kind of a nymphomaniac!' I thought

"If you keep this up, they will just have to wait!" I proclaimed. That saved me. Meka let go of me and backed off, giggling of course!

I wasn't out of the woods yet though, the other three decided they needed hugs too, so by the time they were through with me, I was damn glad that I had the foresight to wear a panty shield!

Frances, the man we first transgendered on purpose, now a beautiful redhead with about a D cup bust, standing around five-foot-two, walked in and asked, "Dolly, you looked flushed. Are you nervous, honey?"

She rushed up to me and hugged me tightly, her D-cups against my, ah... much larger breasts, which is exactly what I didn't need at that particular moment!

"I'm not nervous, Frances, but I am about to orgasm and ruin my panties, if you keep this up!" I gently informed her, while panting like a bitch in heat!

Frances giggled and replied, "If this wasn't so important a meeting, I would grab a couple of your wives and make damn certain of it, sweetheart!" as she released me. "You will be just fine tonight. The Ambassador is the one who should be worried. I don't envy you having to deal with him though, he seems kind of dense."

"Thank you Frances," I replied trying to get my pulse back to normal. "I know. He keeps insisting on wanting to set up an Embassy on Ka'an. He just doesn't want to get it through his thick head, that is not such a good idea!" (Author's Note: Meka's world is Ka'an. In the Mayan language, Ka'an means 'Heaven'. More about that later.)

"I am certainly glad to have an attorney with your experience on our side, Frances. Without you and some of your friends' quick thinking, I don't know where we would be! Most likely, we would be, left out in the cold while the government planned military forays on Ka'an. If I know them, they would get a whole bunch of real cute girls back though..." I smiled, visualizing a platoon of naked beautiful women returning from Ka'an, completely freaked, and greeted by a regiment of horny soldiers! That would be something to see!

"Well then, let's go over the agenda for tonight. As you know, there will be a short reception with appetizers and drinks, then we will move on to a state dinner, which Amelia is catering, using some of Ka'an's delicacies and a few of your wives to cook and help arrange their presentation. We don't want to frighten them by having them meet all of your wives at once!" <giggle> "Therefore, Gwen and Beth will be the only other wives present at dinner. Meka is seated at the head of the table as High Priestess of Ka'an you will take the position of hostess at the other end of the table. Ambassador Blatherwick will be seated to your right, with Chargé d' Affaires Bartholomew on your left, and on Meka's right is Mrs. Marilynn Blatherwick. To Meka's left will be Mrs. Ginger Gaines and on her left will be Gwen, and again to her left will be the Ambassador's secretary and across from her will be Beth, placing First Secretary Gaines to her left and I will sit next to him on his left. You, have all of that?"

"Don't worry, Frances, I just look like a bimbo, I have it," I replied, giggling and squeezing her elbow, so she would know I was jesting.

"I didn't me..." she started.

"Hold up, I just wanted to inject a little levity. I am not offended, if anything, I am sorry for making you uncomfortable..." I interrupted, before she could apologize, when none was necessary. I knew what was coming next though...

Frances hugged me saying, "You're so silly!"

Even prepared for it, she had me panting!

"Oh my, Dolly, you have one hell of a case of the hornies! However are you going to be able to hold off until this is all done with?" Frances asked, holding me at arms length and staring deeply and concernedly into my eyes.

"Well... if I can keep the hugging to a minimum, and concentrate on the meeting, I should be okay," I answered breathily, my knees weak and shaking.

"Well, you get your cute butt over here and sit down for now," she told me as she ushered me to one of the sofas at the side of the room.

"I'm fine, my legs never used to do that..." I complained as I forced my breathing to slow back down to normal, "I thought that by now I would be used to being a woman..."

Frances let out a huge giggle and clutched my hands tightly in both of hers saying, "I think you are doing wonderfully, Dolly!"

"I'm not doing wonderfully compared to you, Frances! You act so naturally. You don't have to have the other women help you pick out what to wear. You do your own makeup, and beautifully I might add. Compared to you, I'm a total washout as a woman!" I groused, giving Frances an exaggerated pout.

"Now you listen here, sweetie, you can't be comparing yourself with me! I was wearing women's clothes, putting on make-up, and learning anything I could about what women do and how they do it for most of my adult life! Until you came along and made all of my dreams come true! Now I finally have the equipment to use all of that knowledge properly. So don't you go putting yourself down sweetie, you are one of the hottest women I know, and are more woman than many I have known that were born to it! Just give yourself some time, hon.. You have only been female for five months, for gods sake!" she reached out and cupped my little face under the jaw with her oh so-soft and feminine hand.

I grinned back at her and squeezed her other hand, which I still held. "Thanks, Frances, I needed a boost in my self-confidence. You have been such a dear friend to me since we met. I am now ashamed to remember how I saw you when we first met. I'm sorry for that," I admitted

"Oh, how did you think of me?" she asked.

I looked down, unwilling to meet her eyes, not saying anything, as I tried to formulate my answer in the best possible way.

"Don't worry, Dolly, I won't take offence, I think I have a good idea what you are going to say, so go ahead and get it off your... ah, chest," she giggled and squeezed my hands again.

"I thought you looked like a man in a dress..." I admitted, really wanting to hug her to take the sting of my words away, but not daring to.

She almost fell off the couch laughing.

When she had wiped the tears from her eyes and caught her breath, she said, "That's what was bothering you? You were right! I did look like a man in a dress. I was a man in a dress, silly!"

"Oh, I figured that you thought that you were sexy looking..." I replied softly.

"Tell you what, did you think Dr. X was sexy looking?" she asked stooping her head down into my line of vision so that I would have to look her in the eye.

I raised my vision, so that she wouldn't have to stoop down, and replied, "She was sexy when I met her, but not nearly as sexy as she is now!" It was my turn to giggle.

"Well, Dolly, she had been on hormones for many years, and had gone through many surgeries to look like she did. That was what was ahead of me, years of painful and expensive surgery, and in the end, I would only appear to be a girl, just as Dr. X did. God, I wish I could hug you again! You saved me all of that! Not to mention, now I'm a real girl! I'm even a real girl with a family!" she squealed the last, at frequencies high enough to shatter crystal!

It looked to me like she was going to burst if she didn't hug someone, so I motioned Gwen over as a surrogate hugee, unbeknownst to her. Frances engulfed her in a hug the instant she was in range!

It was my turn to giggle. Frances likes to squirm against you when she hugs, and it was even turning Gwen on!

"God, I love having my own breasts!" Frances exclaimed, still interlocked with Gwen.

"So do I, hon.," Gwen admitted, "But I have developed a taste for really big ones, not that yours aren't wonderful, Frances! Oh, my God, I sound like a titty-obsessed man!"

"Don't fret it, Gwen! Big boobs never did much for me either, that is not until I started playing with Dolly's boobies! I'm as addicted to her hooters as you are!" she assured Gwen, squirming some more.

"Stop that, you nasty girl," Gwen told her sternly, but grinning up a storm, "I think we are just going to have to invite you to the 'after summit orgy'!"

"You'd better, you sexy babe, you!" Frances had finally released Gwen, "Gwen, you aren't ever going to believe what this dear little person was agonizing about!"

"What is it this time?" Gwen shot me an amused look, then back to Frances.

"She was upset with herself for thinking I looked like a man in a dress when we first met," Frances broke into an extended giggle.

"You were a man in a dress!" Gwen gave me a puzzled look.

"I know!"

Now they were both giggling at me! I blushed beet red. I know because my face felt as if, I had a sunburn.

Meka was instantly at my side, "Will you two, stop teasing my husband?"

"It's all right, Meka, they were just clearing my conscious for me, by trying to make me feel foolish for my angst," I reigned in Meka before she could become annoyed.

"Dolly, my love, why are you sitting here? We have things to do, have these reprobates been trying to get you horny?" Meka reached her hand out to me and pulled me to my feet, which was fairly easy to do since I was the shortest of the wives. That is so weird to say for someone who used to be an above average tall man, but was now a below average short woman, barely standing five foot tall! If it weren't for a set of boobs that would make a six-foot tall woman a shoe-in for 'big busted stripper of the year', I would weigh less than 90 lbs. It took us weeks to get bras in my size! I had to wear bras for much larger women, which we modified for my smaller rib cage. (That means we diaper-pinned out several inches in on the band.) They were better than nothing, but I really love my new custom made bras! They even made them so that when my nipples are hard (which is most of the time) it isn't so obvious through my clothes.

"What do you want me to do, Meka? I think Frances was finished briefing me on the agenda," I asked her, with my sex drive motor starting to wind up once again.

"Do you have the demonstrations prepared already, Meka?" I checked with her, to be certain that we could make our point with this ambassador.

"He hasn't got a prayer! If he refuses to believe what we tell him, he is going to be one surprised ambassador!" Meka snickered, and then went on with, "I hope his wife is understanding! But with what we have planned, I think she will be," Meka had a look of pure devious delight on her face.

I knew the plan and it brought a smile to my face as well. Even if he doesn't catch a clue, his wife will thank us... <giggle>

Catering

Meka and I went to where we had set up a bar and reception area, where she picked up some fruit juice for herself, Frances, and I.

We wandered into the kitchen and approached the whirlwind that was Amelia Ready, a tallish 5' 10" beauty, with long strawberry-blonde hair, and piercing green eyes. She is slender and graceful, very narrow waisted but with large visibly pointy DD boobies that you can even see through her bra and blouse! Amelia is also one of our happy new women, courtesy of the Pea Pods.

"How is everything going, Amelia?" I asked to get her attention, since she hadn't noticed us yet.

"Wha...? Oh, Dolly!" she squealed and, you guessed it, I was hugged again! It was a real nice squirmy long hug!

"If this keeps happening, I will never make it through the evening without screwing someone's brains out!" I mumbled as we released each other.

"Ooooh! Count me in!" she enthused, bent over, and kissed me on the lips!

My knees turned to jelly and Amelia had to steady me, "Whoa girl! You are the hottest little thing! Out of all the transformed girls I know, Dolly, you are the horniest one of us all! Meka, why do you think that the Pea Pod plant made her this way?"

Meka went to Amelia and whispered in her ear, causing Amelia to let out a dirty snicker.

"Okay, what did you tell her?" I demanded, giving Meka a reproachful look.




Pea Pod - The Return



"I will tell you later, dear Dolly, I promise, but I do not wish to embarrass you in front of everyone. I promise that it is not bad, dear one, it is one of the things I love most about you!" Meka informed me, as she steadied me. "Now steady up girl we don't want the ambassador's supervising chef to get the wrong impression," Meka said, pointing to the Chef with her chin.

"You had better tell me later!" I warned.

"I need to visit the ladies room. I'll be right back," I called back to them, making my escape.

I walked as quickly as my five-inch heels would allow me, while keeping my boobs from bouncing up into my face. Gwen had taught me how to swivel my hips to smooth out my walk. One of those things I never had to worry about as a man. I was used to a long stride and a bounce to my step, much to the amusement of my wives. I had begun to hold my breasts down when walking around in private and just letting them take wind when we were in public. Gwen finally took me aside and coached me for hour after hour on how to walk like a lady.

Then there had been the shoes. When I had returned from Ka'an with Meka, I discovered that flat shoes and flat tennis shoes made my legs ache. That damn plant had altered my little feet so that I am most comfortable in high heels. Not only that, but I seem to prefer wearing dresses and skirts rather than pants these days. Gwen was the first to notice that my choices in clothing had become almost overly feminine.

I tried to blame it on the fact that most pants had a tendency to ride up into my labia, which would then make me have a wet spot in my crotch all of the time with the seam rubbing on my oversensitive clit. Well, they did! Really, they did!

Okay, I like dresses and skirts better now too! I love the way my big butt looks in a skirt, and the feel of silk nylons on my legs. Not excluding the excitement and danger of the possibility that my bottom would be exposed, either by a gust of wind or my forgetting to keep my knees together (which I have to admit happens more frequently than I would like to admit.), possibly, even by my falling on my sexy derrière, with my lacy silk panties exposed for the entire world to see. (I admit that I wear the laciest, sexiest panties I can find, but a girl deserves to pamper herself!) All of my wives have discovered this fact, and have been presenting me with panty presents, sometimes twice a day!

Along the way I seemed to catch the attention of the few Secret Service agents that we had in the building, carefully making sure that the Ambassador Extraordinary, would be safe during his visit. I felt like a succulent piece of meat under their gaze, just as many women claim, but I also felt the power of having nearly made them loose control and start drooling on their own ties!

When I arrived at the ladies' room, I discovered that I was not alone. Two of my wives were in escort. They had caught up to me easily, since I am the shortest of the wives, along with my other two problems.

"Isn't it strange how we all have to use the ladies' room at the same time?" I asked my escorts, as one of them passed me by, so that she could hold the door open for me. I have no idea why they protect me as if I were made of fine crystal, but I try my hardest to live up to their expectations.

We all entered together, me as the cream center. I headed to the dispenser on the wall and retrieved a panty liner before trying to enter a stall. Before I could attain my goal, both wives snagged me. Hugged the living heck out of me, and, while one of them gently held me, the other stripped my panties from me and slipped a brand new pair of Victoria's Secret lace panties on me with the liner in place.

I would have protested, but the one holding me was groping my breasts. Not to mention, it meant so much to them to do little things like this for me. At first, I had protested, until Meka took me aside and scolded me for making my wives unhappy. Therefore, in the interest of domestic harmony, I sacrifice my dignity from time to time.

I did put my foot down when it comes to wiping my own bottom!

With all the hugging and groping, this panty liner wasn't going to last long either, but I have to admit, it was one heck of a way to change your panties!

We all washed up and freshened our makeup. My wives escorted me back to the lounge once we were presentable again.

It finally dawned on me that there were more of the Ka'anian women present than I had seen in a long time.

Therefore I asked Meka what it was all about, "Meka? Why so many of our sisters here tonight?"

"We thought it wise to provide our own security forces, Dolly. You might have noticed that the largest, most skilled hunters of our wives are here tonight, along with many betrothed to the other males in the village. We do not expect trouble, although we plan to be prepared for it, should the need arise," she answered while she straightened my skirt and blouse.

"What would I do without you, Meka? Never mind, I never want to find out! God, I sound so, mushy! It must be all of the estrogen," I surmised as I straightened Meka's bra for her, even though it didn't need it!

Reception

"I think I hear a limousine driving up outside, so you had better calm yourself, my queen!" <Giggling> "Let's take up our positions for the reception," she finished as she led me by the hand to where we had set up our meet and greet, where Gwen and Beth were already waiting for us.

Frances met the ambassador and his entourage at the door and led them in to the reception, "Mr. Ambassador, I would like you to meet Ka'anian Head of State, High Priestess Meka Gordon and her husband, Her Royal Highness, Queen Dolly Gift-from-God Gordon. Your Wisdom, this is Ambassador Theobald Heywood Blatherwick of the United States of America, Earth, and his wife Marilynn," Frances was enjoying herself immensely introducing me with my 'full name'.

"A true honor, High Priestess and Your Royal Highness," the ambassador told us while shaking Meka's hand.

I figured that it was a good time to establish pecking orders, and put this ambassador on the defensive, by chiming in with, "Excuse me, Ambassador, the proper form of address for the High Priestess is, Your Wisdom, not High Priestess."

"I beg your pardon, Your Wisdom, I was unable to obtain any information on protocol, prior to our meeting," he replied, with a slight bow towards Meka.

He turned towards me. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Royal Highness," he intoned, and then the fink actually had the audacity to kiss my hand!

"The High Priestess needs to keep her formal title, but I don't. Please Mr. Ambassador, call me Dolly," I offered, trying to cut through some of the quagmire. I felt that Meka is the important person here, and therefore I could be less formal.

"Very kind of you Dolly, but only if you will call me Theo," he returned, once again with the slight bow he had affected towards Meka.

"Deal!" I agreed, with more force than a lady probably should.

"Your Royal Highness, I am Mrs. Marilynn Blatherwick. It is so nice to meet you," she gave me the woman handshake, the one where you just open-handedly clasp fingers limply. "It is so exciting to actually meet people from another world!"

I giggled, "That is one way to put it. I fainted dead away when I realized that I was living on another world. I am the only one in the reception line who was born on earth, as a man."

Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, "You mean you are him... err, her?"

"I'm afraid so Mrs. Blatherwick," I admitted, blushing up a storm.

"I want to talk with you at length when we have an opportunity! This is a great honor! I have wanted to meet you ever since I heard about you!" Mrs. Blatherwick gushed.

"I look forward to it, Mrs. Blatherwick, there are some things I want to discuss with you as well, woman to woman, so to speak," I replied warmly, "Please, call me Dolly. Your Highness makes me sound like the Queen of England."

"Oh yes, Dolly, and please call me Marilynn," she replied, looking exactly like Frances, just before she hugged the stuffing out of me. I could see her visibly fight off the urge, as she and the Ambassador stepped on to be introduced to Gwen.  

Frances delighted in presenting Gwen, nearly as much as she had me, "Ambassador Blatherwick, may I present, Her Royal Highness Gwendolyn Goddess of the Moon Gordon."

"Delighted to meet you, Your Royal Highness," he replied to her as he kissed her hand as well.

Gwen must have been feeling her oats, because she replied with, "Yes, you are!" What a stinker!

I have to give him credit though he knew when to cut his losses and just moved on to Beth, while Gwen and Marilynn were talking.

"Are you the wife who was Doug's girl friend before his ah... transformation?" Marilynn asked her.

Gwen giggled and answered, "Yes, I am the other earthling here."

"I am so curious about you two, I could bust!" she admitted in a low whisper.

"Well I will be more than happy to tell you anything you want to know. I hope to talk with you at length when we have a minute to ourselves," Gwen told her in a conspiratorial voice.

Marilynn looked over to her husband to see if he was paying attention to her. Since he was involved talking to Beth, she said, "I will break away and we can talk in private later, okay?"

"Deal," Gwen whispered back.

"If nothing else, we can meet up in the ladies room!" they both giggled together.

Meeting the Chargé d' Affaires, Davon Jethro Bartholomew, drew my attention back to my own sphere of influence.

Davon was a big man, 6' 2" and 210#! He looked more like a Marine than a Chargé d' Affaires. He has piercing Hazel eyes, wide shoulders, a trim waist, and a chest carved out of marble! I could guess that he had a hell of a six-pack! Since he was introduced solo, I guessed that he was single.

"Your wisdom and your Royal Highness, a delight to meet you both," Davon Bartholomew stated, "Please call me, Davon."

This man was so intense he reminded me of Colonel Oliver North!

"Charmed," stated Meka.

I could feel her eyes on me as I said, "Nice to meet you Davon."

He moved on to Gwen, but not before Meka pinched my bottom to tease me! This darned body was yanking my hormones in so many directions that I hadn't realized that Davon turned me on! I was so glad that Meka had broken my concentration! (Of course, that's not saying much with me... carrots can even turn me on.)

Next, the introductions of First Secretary Maurice Braden Gaines, and his wife Ginger Pandora Gaines came. The First Secretary was every bit as impressive as Davon Bartholomew was. Maurice is about 6' 1" tall and 205 lbs. compared to Davon's 6' 2" and 210 lbs. Both men seemed out of place for a diplomatic mission. To me they seemed more suited to a Seal Team incursion. I became suspicious of them immediately.

Lucky for me this was a very small meeting, the only other person we met briefly was the girl that was brought along to record the session and take notes, Hilda Jocelyn Putman, a thin 96 lb. girl with honey blonde hair who had been passed over by the boob fairy entirely. She kept staring at my boobs, almost as if she had never seen a pair before! I was polite and didn't call attention to it. What is she going to think when she realizes that I used to be a man?

We broke up the reception line and joined our guests in the reception area.

Conspiracy

I snagged a couple of brandy glasses off one of the wives' serving tray on her way by me and handed one to Marilynn, the ambassador's wife. I figured that now was, as good a time as any, to start working on my mission for this evening.

"Thank you, Dolly," she said as she accepted the brandy.

"I think you will like it, that is assuming that you like Cognac?" I queried.

"Oh yes, then this is Cognac?" she said raising her snifter and inhaling the bouquet of the brandy.

"No, it's from Ka'an. It reminds me of fine Cognac, but it is made by my wives back on Ka'an," I answered as I slowly strolled away from the others so that our conversation wouldn't be easily overheard by the others. She seemed to be anxious for privacy as well, since I soon found myself hurried to keep up with her.

She grasped my elbow and near whispered, "Dolly, you are a wish come true! I have always wanted to know what it would do to a man, to really, really become a woman! You are a real woman now aren't you?"

I giggled and answered, "Right down to the monthly curse! Why so curious?"

"I just always thought that it would serve some men right to have to see what women go through! Especially some of the more macho ones, you know that kinds of men who like to intimidate women?" she replied with a little more vehemence than I had expected.

"Well, I might have known some of those when I was a man, but I can't say I have had to interact with any since my change," I replied to her trying to feel out where this was coming from, as we seated ourselves on a sofa across the room from the others.

"At least you know what I am talking about. Isn't there some men in this world that you would like to see what happened to you, happen to them?" she asked looking deeply into my eyes.

"There may be a few of those out there, I never really thought about it," I answered truthfully.

"I have thought about it and there are a few that I would like to see go through it!" she stated quite earnestly.

"I would like to talk with you in depth about that sometime in the near future, but I think that will have to wait for another time. I do promise to talk to you more and do whatever I can to tell you what you want to know," I told her, holding her hand as I said it.

"This sounds like you have something you want to discuss that might be a little more immediate?" she offered.

"I wanted to talk with you about this evening. The US Government is pressing us about establishing a mission on Ka'an, with your husband as Ambassador. We keep telling them it is too dangerous, but they will not listen," I took a deep breath and then continued, "In order to make a point, we have set up a demonstration to show how dangerous it would be. I will need your cooperation and your permission before we can do it," I informed her.

"I will have to be fully informed as to what you have planned before I could even think about it! Have you talked to the Secret Service about this?" he asked worriedly.

"Nope, they won't have to know about it, however you will. You see you will... um... You will probably take notice that something is amiss, when your husband screws your brains out tonight..." I admitted, blushing up a storm.

"You mean you are going to slip him some Viagra?" she almost squealed, holding her hand over her mouth in shock.

"No, we would never do that! Anyway, Viagra isn't as strong as this stuff! We just want to give you a corsage, but if we do, we have to make sure that you know that you must stay clear of all of the other males at the conference. The other thing you will have to know is that you won't be going home tonight. He would never make it! Don't you worry we have a nice room all set up for you two, with some complimentary chocolate truffles. When you are satisfied, don't let him have anymore of them. If you agree to this, you will have better sex than you two have ever had!" I was searching her face and she didn't seem to be onboard so I went on, "The Corsage you will have is a piece of a flower that grows on the plant that transformed me. It uses this flower to lure men into its trap, and believe me, it is completely irresistible!"

She got a wry smile on her face, and said, "If I agree to this, will you promise to try to do me a favor in the future. I promise that it won't be anything illegal, and that you will have the option to refuse if you don't think it is warranted. It won't be anything that would go against your morals, and you might do it even if I didn't ask for this."

"Wow," I exclaimed, "that is mysterious. We are trying to save those men over there, their penis', but if it is that important to you, I suppose for a friend I would do whatever I could to help her, even if I hadn't promised to, ahead of time."

"God you really are a woman now aren't you?" she looked at me wide eyed.

"Damn, did I sit here with my legs spread again?" I exclaimed, as I peered over my chest to verify my knees were together as they should be.

"You know darn well that they are!" she tapped my wrist playfully.

"You should have seen me last month though! Meka had to remind me twice a day!" I giggled, remembering how I was, not so long ago.

"It's so hard to believe you were male! That giggle just wouldn't come from a man!" she enthused, "What does it feel like? I mean, compared to being a man, what are the things that you notice the most?" she pried, finally letting her fixation overcome her.

"It is so hard to relate it to someone who hasn't gone through it. I can tell you about the woman body things that are the hardest to get used to, and the cultural things and even the feelings that are so alien for me, but without you having a frame of reference to compare it to it loses some of its meaning. It's like trying to tell you about having a tail, how can you imagine what it feels like without having a tail?" I explained trying to make her see that no matter how well I could describe it, it would never be close enough.

She gave me one of those 'oh sure' looks so I acquiesced a bit and told her, "Peeing is one of them. It is so weird to sit and pee like this. I can't tell you how many times I've peed down my legs when I forgot! The softness of the world is another one. That is to say, now I am allowed nay even expected, to experience everything soft and feminine and it's okay for me to do that. If I wore the kind of undies, I have on now before, even Gwen would have tossed me out on my ear!"

"This is exactly what I want to know!" Marilynn said, her eyes almost glowing, "Tell me more. Please?"

"Alright, well there is the fact that I cry at the drop of the hat sometimes, and here's the rub, I like to? That's not even mentioning the monthly curse. I hear I have exceptionally mild menses so I won't go there. However, my head tells me one thing and my body takes me elsewhere all of the time! Of course, now I know why women always proclaim to want sensitive guys, but always go off and screw the rebels!" I admitted, "Sensitive guys are real nice, but they don't make a girl wet like the other ones do!"

"Oh you poor thing!" she didn't stop herself this time. She hugged the stuffing out of me!

"I feel so much for what you are going through! I have the feeling that you were a really nice man, and didn't deserve to have something this hard to deal with happen to you!" she was nearly in tears.

"It's all right Marilynn. There are upsides to it too! Well at least for me there are! My steady girl is now my wife, and I met a wonderful woman on another planet who loves me, and whom I love dearly. I have more of a family than anyone I have ever known and for some reason, they love me like they had all given birth to me!" I hugged her back savoring the warm sentiments we were sharing.

I think that she has some real issues and we will have to talk much more than we have time to tonight. I noticed across the room that her husband was giving us the evil eye, so I said, "As much as I am enjoying this hug Marilynn, I think it best if we break it off for now, your husband is giving us a disapproving glare."

She let go of me, but added by saying, "He won't dare say a word tonight!" Then she whispered, "I'm just making diplomatic inroads that he will be able to use to get his embassy!" she laughed at her own silliness 

"Even so I think we should make our way back to the others before he becomes brave enough to chance a diplomatic incident!" I told her as I stood, quite gracefully I might add.




Pea Pod - The Return



"Wow, can I send my daughter over for lessons in grace?" Marilynn asked as she followed suit.

"No problem Marilynn. I have twenty two wives who would be more than happy to take her under their collective wings!" I teased, as we strolled at my mincing pace back towards the others.

She stopped dead in her tracks, "Twenty two? Wha... wha... how is that?"

"In Ka'anian culture, once the high priestess marries you to someone, you stay married. Since there is a shortage of men there, and I was the finest stud to come along in a long time, Meka decided to share me with as many wives as I could be stud for. With a little bit of biochemistry, I was like the Energizer Bunny. I didn't find out until later that all the women that Meka was sharing me with, were there consummating our marriages, at least not until I was back on earth, I wasn't. I thought that after my transformation that would nullify the marriage but it doesn't work that way on Ka'an. I did find out that I fathered ten babies. The ultrasounds seem to indicate nine of them are male and my wives are overjoyed!" I blathered away and she seemed to hang on every word.

"Oh my! How will you provide for such a big family now that you are a woman?" she was thinking like an average citizen, but then I could almost see the wheels turning in the mere instant that it took her to rethink her statement. She shaded her eyes and continued with, "Oh, what a goofy thing to say! You have the resources of an entire world. However, with the embargo those things will be hard to market, at least that's what Theo says. He figures that pressure can be used to negotiate a mission on Ka'an. Is the embargo making things difficult for you and the Ka'anians?"

"I shouldn't admit this to you Marilynn, but since we are friends, can I trust you to keep a secret?" I whispered. I figured that it would be a good time to give her a minor 'secret' to test her trustworthiness for future reference. "We aren't hurting too badly, there are a few things that we have that can be made available for a price, which benefit us and the local populous. As long as things take place here at the embassy, on Ka'anian soil, Ka'anian law applies. We own the entire area around the embassy, so it is Ka'an too. Did you notice the sign for a bordello just before you turned in here?" I giggled.

"Oh my! You mean that the women of Ka'an are selling their bodies?" she placed her hand to her chest in shock.

"Well, they don't look at it that way. They think that they are being paid for raping those poor horny men they are stealing seed from to become pregnant and thereby repopulate our world. They would pay those men for their seed, whatever they asked! So the fact that those men are paying them and giving them exactly what they want confuses the heck out of them. The ones that we have procured visas for go out and work for a living, then they hand their paychecks to Meka, who pools all of the money they bring in. Then there are the men who pay to visit Ka'an. We had to start charging for the privilege of visiting, as well as requiring sperm donations from the men, to cover our operating expenses here on earth. The embargo just makes it inconvenient for us but it doesn't cripple us. You won't tell Theo, will you?" I asked her, giving her my most innocent, and pleading look. (Meka had me practice for hours on facial expressions. She told me the little girl innocent ones were my best!)

"I would never tell that... Um, I won't give away your secrets, ever!" she started with a biting reply, but her party face covered it up.

I could tell that this woman had some real issues and that future conferences with her might be more important than this big hullabaloo!

"Thank you Marilynn. I want to talk to you in private and in depth. Here is my card," I handed her one of my business cards that I keep stuffed in my bra, amongst other things. "That has my private cell phone number on it and it has our message phone on it. One of the wives is always on duty to answer it. They have instructions on how to find me at all times. The other thing you should know is that my wives have their own version of the Navy Seals. Should you ever be in trouble and need help, these secret service bozos running around here don't have a chance! Believe me, they can disappear and show up at your elbow at the drop of a hat. How they do it, I haven't been told yet," I informed her, if she was in the circumstances I believed her to be in, she might need the help.

"You have to be joking!" she started to say, "Better than the Navy Seals? Girls? That is hard to swallow. What, do you have Amazon warriors or something?"

"Where do you think the legends came from? The Ka'anians have been visiting the Americas for centuries and there has been a long-standing tradition of Ka'anian women warriors. Do you see Windy over there serving drinks?" I asked pointing to her.

"Yes. You aren't trying to tell me she is one of these 'Amazons' are you? She is only 5' 7" tall! She looks like she is fairly buff for a woman, but an Amazon?" she trailed off, still staring at Windy.

"The myth made them tall, only because male egos had to make them bigger than normal women, so that they wouldn't loose face. They practice a martial art peculiar to Ka'an. They say that they can teach me, but the training takes a long time and involves some kind of telekinesis to enhance the physical strength. That little girl there can punch through a stone block wall!" I squeezed her arm to reassure her.

"Windy is one of my wives. She is also head of security for the embassy. She will not let anything happen to anyone who is within the confines of Ka'anian domain. She has twenty others under her command here tonight. Normally there are only ten, but we were concerned that the Secret Service might try something tonight. They are under orders to let any man through the portal who wants to go, although they will make sure that he is naked when he passes through it," I had to giggle at that. I knew what would happen to him on the other side.

"You mean that he will become..." she said with an evil grin on her face.

"Whatever his fantasy woman is, he will become. The plants have a way of invading the mind of their victim and drawing out that piece of information, then it uses that as a template for the transformation," I told her, as we stood chatting.

"So if say a person was a pedophile he would become a little girl?" she asked incredulously, nearly drooling as she said it.

"I never thought of it, but I suppose so. He would have the emotional make up of his dream girl as well. If he likes submissive girls, he will become a submissive girl. If he likes busty girls, he will become a busty girl. I suppose if he likes nymphomaniacs he will become a nympho as well," I finally figured out why I was such a horny girl as I spoke to her.

"What's the matter Dolly? Your face just went pale!" Marilynn asked, as she shook my arm to get my attention.

"Um, I just figured out why I'm such a horny lesbian. I suppose I knew all along though. I always was turned on by horny lesbians as a guy, now I am one!" I told her my voice shaking a little.

She hugged me and said, "At least you are a very sweet horny lesbian! Does it bother you to find out that you are a horny lesbian dear?"

I thought about it for a moment. Then I realized that I loved being a horny lesbian!

"Marilynn, that was the perfect thing to say! I was feeling sorry for myself for a moment there, then you said that and I realize I love being a horny lesbian! Thank you!" I was enthusiastically hugging her back, and then I realized that she might think it was a sexual advance so I released her.

"Relax Dolly, I don't think you are trying to bed me. I'm not sure I would object even if you were," she laughed, "Somehow I think you have plenty of volunteers as it is though."

"You have no idea! There is an orgy planned for after the meeting. However you will be busy in your own orgy I do believe!" I told her reiterating the proposed plan.

"Did I hear you correctly? Did you say that I would be invited if I didn't have my marital baggage along?" she had eyes as big around as Eisenhower Silver dollars!

"We are a very loving group Marilynn. Tonight there will be three women in our bed that are not wives of ours. All three of them used to be men!" I informed her as I let go of her.

"We really will have to talk!" she exclaimed, but then she whispered, "Dolly, the Secret Service Agent named Eric will try to pass through the portal tonight. Please don't hurt him. However, do as you have said you plan to do with him. I told that fool husband of mine it was a stupid idea! Uh... do you think that you can arrange for me to be there when he, I mean she, returns?"

I nodded my assent.

She immediately started to act as if she had said nothing to me at all.

"Well you go ahead and check on how well the preparations for dinner are going Dolly, and I will chat with Meka over here until you return," she took my hands in hers and I saw only for an instant her eyes flick over toward Windy.

"I will Marilynn! I so enjoyed talking to you and look forward to a long time relationship with you. And with your husband," I purposely split the two statements, so she would know that it wasn't commensurate upon his being ambassador.

Details

I gave Windy a signal to meet me outside the room, unbeknownst to the others.

We meet up in the hallway and I told her of the impending attempt to invade Ka'an, in the language of Ka'an which I was finally beginning to learn. (I think that damn plant made me smarter!)

She took off at a slow lope, well for her a slow lope, headed for my old apartment, and the gate to Ka'an.

I decided to check on Amelia just to fulfill my cover story.

"Amelia, my darling! Is everything going well?" I asked as I walked up to her.

"Dolly! No it's not!" she complained as I approached.

"Oh my, is there anything I can do?" I asked shocked that we could actually be having difficulty supporting Amelia's efforts.

"Yes! Go away Dearie. I don't have anything to do myself and it's driving me crazy!" she said with a grin, followed by a big hug.

"If I had your wives as a support crew all the time I could nearly take over the catering market!" she bragged, patting me on the back as we hugged. "They do everything! I'm just standing around getting in the way! I show them one time what I want and bam they do it exactly as I did it, maybe even better! I'm staring to feel like a third wheel. Do you have anything I can do?"

"Are you board?" I asked, incredulous that she should be standing about with nothing to do.

"You've got it sexy," she replied while groping my bottom, "Your wives have everything in hand. You wouldn't have a spare half hour for a quickie would you?"

"You keep that up and it won't take half an hour, I'll orgasm right here," I panted, my head against her breasts, "Unfortunately I have to get back to our guests, without overflowing my panty liner. Would you like to go with me and tend bar maybe?"

"That might be fun for a while. At least I'll get a gander at the guests. Lead on my dear," she beckoned me to, precede her.

"You just want to watch my ass you stinker!" I accused, but allowed her to follow me anyway.

"Whoa! Back field in motion! Where did you get that dead sexy walk?" Amelia asked as she stared at my butt.

"Gwen taught me. It's the only way I can walk, without getting black eyes from my boobs bouncing up into my face, and for some reason that means I walk sexy now," I told her with a shrug.

"No wonder Windy has to keep giving those Secret Service guys menacing looks!" Amelia laughed, and then walked up abreast of me to walk side by side, "Do you think if I walk around with you, I can have your leftovers?"

"Any particular guys that you have in mind?" I replied continuing my mincing walk back towards the reception.

"Guys, my ass! I want all of the girls that chase your sexy ass around this place!" she patted my soft and wide bottom, which caused me to moan uncontrollably.

"Stop it you minx! I have to appear calm and collected! If I show up panting in a sexual frenzy, how do you think that will look to the ambassador?" I admonished her, trying to think about the Dali Lama to calm myself.

"I imagine that he would throw you to the floor and start humping you, wife or no wife!" she giggled up a storm imagining me being boffed by the ambassador. At least while she was giggling she wasn't finding ways to make me wet my panties.

"When we get there you are going to be asked how soon dinner will be served, you do have an answer I hope," I stated the obvious to keep her focused on the job at hand and not on my horny little body.

"To tell you the truth, it's been ready to go on the table for ten minutes. We were waiting until we had the word that you all had competed your missions. Did you?" she asked, looking me in the eyes for confirmation, "It went that well did it?"

"Better than we could have ever asked for. She has some serious issues with her husband," I replied. The trepidation in my voice must have been obvious. She stopped, turned to me, and gave me a noticeably quizzical look.

"I wish I had more to tell you, but we only talked for fifteen minutes. It was a quick evaluation. The only thing I know is that she doesn't object to having her husband screw the living hell out of her tonight," I told her what little I had gleaned in my short conversation.

"Do you think that she might be a battered woman?" she asked, now deadly serious.

"I am hoping that is not the case. Although I did tell her that we would support her and could protect her, hopefully in a way that if she doesn't have those kind of issues, she wouldn't be offended," I bit my lover lip in consternation. "I intend to put a bug in Windy's ear to keep an eye on her. If she sees anything that is suspicious she is to report it to me, unless she thinks that Marilynn is in immediate danger."

"I don't think you have to add that last, she would jump in to protect anyone from harm, male or female," she stated emphatically, taking my arm, and continuing toward the reception.

"Of course. You are right. I have been thinking of protecting Ka'an and all of the women so much, sometimes I forget about the men. Is that sexist? If it is, is it against men, or women?" damn I confuse myself sometimes!

"That hurts my head even thinking about it! Forget about it and go back to your important guests. Tell them dinner is ready and to get their collective butts to the table or I'll feed it to the Secret Service Agents!" she giggled as she opened the door and propelled me through it with a swat on my ample derrière.

I didn't let the fact that I was swatted show on my face as I sashayed into the room, "Attention everyone?" I waited until the room quieted. "Dinner is ready. Please follow me to the dining room."

Dinner

I wasn't certain that I should do the announcing, but I kind of felt like the hostess of this shindig, so I did it anyway. The only mistake I made was to have them all following me. I was so grateful when Meka quick stepped to my side so that mine wasn't the only bottom for the guests to watch on the way. She slipped her arm in mine and escorted me as we went.

Our wives escorted everyone to their proper place.

We had consulted, 'PROTOCOL FOR THE MODERN DIPLOMAT', Prepared by the Overseas Briefing Center, Foreign Service Institute, US Department of State, Washington, DC; 1998. Well, at least as close as we could get with eight women and three men at the table. We tried to at least, put non-Genetic Girls in between the Genetic Girls.

It indicated that Meka was to be at the end of the table and I was to be at the other end. Well you heard all that before. Let's just say everyone took his or her seats.

Even though on Ka'an I am the husband, I am taking the Hostess roll for this occasion. We weren't sure what the protocol for the head of mission being female, so we just considered who was the most important for the meeting as the Host.

The first strange thing I experienced was that Ambassador Blatherwick held my chair for me as I sat down to the table. It shouldn't have taken me by surprise, but I covered my surprise by giggling, which brought a smile from everyone then said, "Thank you Theo."

"Quite welcome Dolly," he expertly guided my chair in to the table, but misjudged my boobs, and my plate was pushed into my water glass causing a minor flood.

"I am terribly sorry Dolly!" he quickly apologized.

"Don't worry about it Theo. I crash them into things all of the time myself! Excuse me while I slip into something dryer," I went to stand and Theo took my chair again. He was however unable to keep his eyes off my nipples which were evident through my wet dress and bra.

I saw that Marilynn noticed his eyes bulge out at the same time I did. She was looking daggers at him as I left.

Changing

Two of my wives were waiting for me at the door, they bustled me into the nearest ladies room where they were all ready with a dress for me. I had to ask! "All right ladies, how is it that you have a new dress waiting for me? Do you have a change of clothes for the others as well?" I interrogated the suspects while giving then my 'harsh' gaze, which is about as terrifying as Smurfette could produce.

My wives could tell though, so Itzel answered, "No, we do not have a change for any of the others, just for you Dolly. We discussed what would happen at the table tonight and it was unanimous that the likelihood that you would be needing a change was almost certain." At least she had the good taste to blush and then continued with, "We felt that you are still becoming used to your body, like a teenager who is growing, so you can still be a little clumsy. We don't mean it to be cruel or anything, and it wasn't your fault the ambassador knocked over your water glass. We all think that you are doing a marvelous job. When it happened to me I was clumsy, bitchy, and a total wreck for nearly a year!"

"Thanks to you both. I am glad that you told me the way you did. I feel silly now for feeling picked on," I admitted. By this time, I was nearly in a new dress and Ysalane was touching up my makeup.

Ysalane said, as she spread lipstick on my lips, "There you are sweetie, all ready to go back to dinner!"

"Those pit crews at Indianapolis have nothing on you two!" I praised them, while wiggling back into my high heals.

I started clacking my way back to the dining room with my two escorts. We passed by a pair of the Secret Service agents roaming around our halls and one's eyes locked onto my chest as if his weapons radar had homed in on them. His partner sharply elbowed him in the ribs to break his stare. It made me giggle to think that would have been me just a few months ago.

I overheard them as we passed by them. One said, "You are damn lucky she giggled bonehead!"

"I couldn't help it! Did you see 'them'!" the other replied in disbelief.

"Shut up Eric, you fool! She'll hear you!" the first one said in a low menacing tone.

I walked out of earshot after that.

Ysalane asked me in a whisper, "Do you want us to speak to that one after we drop you off?"

"Nah, I would have done the same thing myself at one time. You can go back and jump his bones though if you want to," I teased.

"I'll think about it. You can have the other one if you want, I bring him by for you later," she teased back.

"Better yet, take him back to Ka'an and introduce him to the local flora," I laughed, "He can get his own set of missiles!"

"As you wish my queen!" she replied sharply.

"No, no, no, I was joking! Don't go and really do it!" I couldn't take the chance that she would take me seriously and deprive him of his manhood.

"Got you!" she laughed, "The only way he goes to Ka'an is under his own steam. We heard of maybe an attempt to sneak through to Ka'an tonight. If he is the one, I would laugh my ass off!"




Pea Pod - The Return



Back to Dinner

She opened the door to the dining room for me, followed me to my chair, held it while I sat down, and carefully pushed me forward to the table.

While I was seated the men all stood, then they joined me at the table.

You could hear a pin drop, so I looked around and exclaimed, "You didn't all wait for me did you?"

Meka answered from across the table, "Marilynn insisted that we wait. I can't believe that you are back so quickly. Did you change in the hallway?"

That brought a smile from everyone.

"I have my own personal pit crew. For some reason they felt that I might need a change of clothing tonight and were prepared," I blushed as I told them.

Meka covered with, "Our ladies are always prepared. Most likely there are full changes of clothes for all of us at the ready."

I didn't bother to correct her, I would have bet money that she was in on the planning of my reserve clothes, including the fact that this dress revealed a whole lot of cleavage! A fact that didn't go unobserved by the men in attendance.

We were all served fruit dishes to start the meal. Slices of the huge grapes of which I had grown fond named T' Gap, and a blood red heart shaped fruit with a pear like consistency and a honey like taste known to the people of Ka'an as Ixhata. Amelia had mixed in some earth fruits, pears, apples, and grapes, for the less adventurous.

Marilynn wasn't so sure of the Ka'anian fruits in her bowl so I speared a T' Gap slice and as I was stuffing it in my mouth, winked at her. I made appropriate yummy noises to indicate that it would be tasty to earth palates.

Gwen followed my lead just in case anyone thought that my tastes had changed after my transformation.

I was more interested in Marilynn's reaction to the new tastes than those seated closer to me so I was slightly startled when Theo exclaimed, "These are wonderful! What are they called?"

I turned to see he was looking for me to answer so I told him the names, and as I did, I saw Marilynn smile her enjoyment at me. I looked around and was pleased to see that all, in seeming preference over their earth cousins, were enjoying the Ka'anian fruits.

I wanted to get conversation moving a little so I looked to Davon and asked, "How is the fruit Davon?"

"Very nice," he replied simply and briefly.

He appeared as though he were sitting at attention while eating, so I asked, "Were you in the military Davon?"

"Yes," he answered.

It was obvious that Davon wasn't going to be very chatty so I moved on to more, fertile fields, I hoped, "Ginger, have you been in Nevada long?"

"We flew in last week, from Washington. Nevada is lovely though. I really like the bright lights of Reno and all of the friendly people here!" she responded exuberantly.

"Well as a former native of Nevada, may I extend my welcome to you and your family," I smiled, happy to have someone who would respond in more that two word sentences.

"Why thank you Dolly. I'm looking forward to seeing more of the area. Perhaps you can suggest some places we should visit while we're in Nevada."

"Certainly, what kinds of things do you like to do?" I asked her and looked to her husband as well inviting his input.

"Well Dolly, I'm a country girl at heart. We like to camp, fish, ride horses, and hike. Some of the wilderness areas here look very inviting," Ginger enthused. "Don't we honey?" she asked Maurice.

"Yes, we do like all of that, and in different environments, rainforests, high plains, deserts, and jungles," he added.

"I used to work in places like you describe all of the time. In fact I was flying over the jungle when Meka saved me," I informed them. They all probably knew that already, but I was just trying to keep the conversation going.

"I see. I've read the official report of your crash. What I don't understand is how you survived the wreck! What was left of the plane was a total. They had to pick the pilot up in pieces!" he asked now quite interested in the conversation.

"I think you need to get that information from Meka. I was unconscious at the time," I answered, looking to Meka for her to explain.

"That is easy to explain Maurice. Daily I would search the heavens trying to establish a link to this or another world in order to try to save our world. The lightning strike on his plane must have provided me with a good energy pattern to latch onto. My instruments told me that there was a person within its beam so I pulled him through to our world. He injured his leg when the lightning struck the plane, but other than that, he was in good shape. Had I waited until the plane struck the ground before pulling him through, he would have died in the jungle," she answered Maurice between bites.

"Wow, that was a mighty close call! What were you doing flying over the Jungle Dolly?" Maurice asked me.

"At the time I was on my way to do a geological survey for a mine," I told him, "That's what I did for a living, geological surveys for a variety of reasons, and often times in very remote places."

"Now you have been in the remotest place that I have ever heard of!" Ginger exclaimed, "It's all so very exciting! What does it feel like to travel to another world?"

I giggled, "I was unconscious the first time and the second time, when I realized what we had just done I fainted for three days!"

Meka chimed in with, "That is not entirely true. She was weak from the transformation and fainted due to the shock of being back home, but she would have only been out for a short time if I hadn't given her a sedative. She needed to rest up and replenish her strength, so I kept her asleep in bed for three days so she would not try to do something that might hurt her."

"So, travel to Ka'an is stressful?" Ginger wrongfully concluded.

"No, the travel itself isn't, it's having your genes rewritten that is the most stressful," Meka told her.

Amelia and the wives started serving the main course, slices of a condor-like bird, corn, and a blue colored sweet potato, which tasted like they were covered in brown sugar.

Gwen spoke up at this point to add, "The first time I did it I passed out too! I woke up in the middle of a lay down group hug!" she laughed.

"Old jungle cure for fainting!" I laughed, "Not to mention a heck of a way to wake up!"

"I'll say," Gwen agreed, "but I didn't believe them when they told me I would be going to another planet. When I realized they were telling me the truth it was just too much!"

"What does it feel like?" Ginger insisted.

"Exactly like walking from one room into another!" I admitted, "You wouldn't feel a thing."

"That is wonderful! When will you be issuing visas?" she asked half jokingly.

"That will be one of the discussions we plan after dinner. We will have no qualms issuing visas to women, however we will not allow men to visit Ka'an except under very special circumstances," Meka answered, "Our world is just too dangerous for men to visit."

"Have any men visited your world since you made the link?" Ginger asked naively.

"No men have ever returned to earth from our world," Meka answered trying to derail her question without having to give away what we have been doing for transgendered men.

I decided to help by saying, "If you sent a platoon of men to Ka'an, not one man would return to earth."

"You mean that any man who goes to Ka'an comes back like you?" she asked round-eyed and astonished.

"Pretty much," I told her with a big grin.

"I find that hard to believe," Davon put in.

"Why is that, Davon?" I asked.

"Do these plants, you are talking about, walk around? Do they move from place to place? How is it that a stationary plant can attack a platoon of men and turn them all into women?" he taunted, "It doesn't make sense."

"It will. I promise," I told him, with a broad smile on my face.

Meka, Gwen, Marilynn, Ginger, and I all looked at each other and exchanged secret knowing glances.

We all finished eating, the wives removed our dinner plates, and they replaced them with slices of chocolate truffle mouse, and snifters of brandy.

(No, the truffle in the mouse was not laden with aphrodisiac.)

We ate the deserts and enjoyed the brandy with little more conversation. When it was gone I suggested, "Why don't we adjourn to the reception area while the table is cleared for our meeting. If anyone has a need for the restroom, Ysalane will be happy to show them the way."

Intermission

We all took our brandy to the reception area for a while, where I had another opportunity to talk with Marilynn again, "How was dinner Marilynn? Did you enjoy the condor?"

"It was tasty, different, but it tasted like chicken," she giggled, and then more seriously, "So does Ginger know about the corsage?"

"Yes, she will have one too, and so will Ysalane, she wishes to conceive and has volunteered to bed Davon. The point will be that they will not be able to resist the attraction to the flower, which is what the plant uses to attract its victims. I know, it was used on me," I admitted, "We also plan to tell them we are doing it, so they may do their best to resist it, if they can!"

"You are going to give them a chance not to bed us?" she said, as if she didn't think it was a good idea.

"Have no fear, they will have no choice. This stuff is so powerful it makes Viagra look like an after dinner mint!" I told her, "It will however have no effect on you."

"So no matter how willful he is, he will want me?" she asked, verifying she understood what I had said.

"Yes, and have no fear, I will make my excuses and beat feet in a hurry before the fun begins!" I assured her.

"Oh that's right that asshole took mental pictures of your boobs! I could have shot him for that! He did it even after it was his fault you were all wet!" she complained, "He always did have a thing for huge busts!"

Negotiations

"It looks like the ladies have the conference room ready for us," I told her having gotten a signal from Ysalane. "Everyone? May I have your attention? The conference room is ready, so will all of those who must attend please return with me, everyone else, please enjoy yourselves here until the meeting adjourns."

Everyone quickly assembled at the conference table. The seating arrangements were changed to suit negotiations, Meka, Gwen, Frances, and I all sat on one side of the table and Ambassador Blatherwick, Chargé d' Affaires Bartholomew, First Secretary Gaines, and their secretary Hilda Putman were on the other side.

I opened things by introducing the topics under discussion, "You will all find an agenda which was mutually agreed upon prior to this meeting. First under discussion is the embassy on Ka'an. Mr. Ambassador, you have the floor."

"I need to make the United States' position clear, and I am afraid that we are inflexible on this point. For normal relations to be finalized between the United States, and Ka'an we will insist on having an Embassy on the world of Ka'an. We feel that this is only fair, due to the existence of your embassy on U. S. Soil," Ambassador Blatherwick began. "The United States feels that whatever hazards exist on the world of Ka'an, a way to make the U.S. Embassy there safe can be engineered. We can if absolutely necessary, man... uh, excuse the euphemism, populate the Embassy with women, or at least primarily with women, and males could be kept safe inside the Embassy."

Meka had been listening intently to what the Ambassador had to say and answered, "Mr. Ambassador, I cannot emphasize the hazards that my world will present to the people of earth, although admittedly, it is much safer for females that it is for males. If your proposal, to people the Embassy with women, is accepted, and if you do wish to risk men by placing them there, would they be available to the women of Ka'an, for ah... shall we say, stud service?"

Every mouth across the table from us dropped open.

I cleared my throat and gently said, "Don't look so shocked gentlemen. The world of Ka'an needs men desperately. Their population has dwindled at an alarming rate, with so few males left there. The one thing that they need most is, to put it bluntly, sperm donors."

"B... b... but... ah... How... Ah, I can't think of a way to write that into a treaty that the government can... Um, I will have to check with the state department on how that can be arranged. I feel certain that, ah men who would be posted to the embassy can be convinced to, shall we say, donate their time to such a needy cause..." the Ambassador stammered.

I could see the wheels in his head moving, figuring out how he would pull it of without his wife knowing.

That is just the time that Windy slipped into the room and whispered into Meka's and my ears. Meka and I then exchanges glances, in which I let her know that it should be her who broke the news to the other side of the table.

Trouble

Meka, stood and informed the Ambassador and his aides, "Gentlemen, I have been informed that there has been a development. It seems that one of the Secret Service agent foolishly has traveled to Ka'an on his own. I have the unpleasant task of informing you that the agent who did this foolish thing, my security staff believes to be an agent named Eric, was taken by a pea pod before our guards could rescue him. As we have stated before, once the process has begun, the captive will die along with the plant should any attempt be made to forcefully extract him from the pod. We have located him, but it will be five days before we will be able to return her."

Every face across the table went pale.

When he could finally compose himself, the Ambassador spoke up, "Your Wisdom, I am shocked and appalled at the actions of this agent! I assure you that he will be punished for this transgression! I had no idea that any of our people would be so foolhardy even to try such a thing! I promise you that he in no way acted under the orders or knowledge of the U.S. government!"

I saved the Ambassador from further lies, and embarrassment, "Mr. Ambassador, gentlemen, we will need to see to things for a short while, so if you will excuse us, Windy will escort you to the lounge, where your wives are. We will resume discussions shortly."

The men filed out with Windy, and then Meka and I went to the video surveillance booth to watch the fun.

The wives were in separate corners with their corsages on and Ysalane cut Chargé d' Affaires Bartholomew away from the other men and dragged him to where she had her corsage waiting for her. Ysalane even had him pin it to her. After that you couldn't have dragged him away from her if you tied him to the bumper of a truck.

You could tell even on the monitor that all three of them had raging hard-ons and couldn't take their eyes off of the woman in front of him...

We watched as the ladies told each man what was happening and dared them to resist, but one by one, the ladies slipped out of separate doors, males in tow. Walking as if dragged along by their cocks, making them follow the women.

I chuckled to myself, remembering when I was in the same situation...

Abduction

"Well, Dolly, whatever shall we do with the rest of our evening?" Meka asked me.

I heard a guffaw from behind me and saw Frances, just as she reached around me to caress my huge breasts, "I have a suggestion... if you are open to it..."

"God, if someone doesn't drag me off and fuck me silly, I'm going to drop to the carpet right here and do it myself!" I whined, reaching up under my boobies to caress Frances's hands, and those incredibly sensitive breasts along with those hands.

"Come on Amelia, you had better get her other leg before her knees buckle and poor Frances has to hold her up by herself. We can take her to the rumpus room and gang fuck her! I love to watch the total look of ecstasy she gets, when she abandons her orgasmically sensitive body to her fate! She is the most fun to make orgasm of anyone I have ever known!" Meka enthused as she grabbed one of my nylon clad, high-heeled legs in her hand and big soft ass with her other hand.

Amelia followed suit, while I protested, "Hey! Wait a minute! Come on... you can't do this to me!"

"Oh, yes we can your highness and we intend to! You just relax because your poor once male brain is going to be overloaded for quite some time, and the only thing you can do about it is enjoy it!" Frances whispered into my ear, holding my top half up and still groping my girls!

"Ooooooh! You better hurry then, I think I'm going to orgasm!" I squealed in and ever higher voice, shuddering through my first, tiny orgasm. I knew that this was only a baby orgasm, and if they had their way with me, I would orgasm myself into unconsciousness several times before we were through.

I soaked my pretty panties even through the pad I had been wearing!

"Oh my! Dolly wasn't exaggerating! She is so hot for it, I am creaming my panties watching her!" Amelia stated, slipping one hand up my skirt, towards my yearning pussy.

About this time we were passing a pair of Secret Service agents, who stared wide-eyed at me on my way by, "Haven't you guys ever seen a lesbian on her way to get wildly fucked?" I called back at them, knowing that both men were sporting rock hard woodies!

"Ooooh, you are a mean little hottie aren't you! We ought to drag you back to those guys and let them have turns fucking you!" Meka threatened, and began disrobing me in the hallway!

"This should be good enough! I'll leave them a trail like that story you told me, Hansel and Gretel I believe it was! They can follow the lingerie to where we have you secluded, and if nothing else, one of our wives can take their donations," Meka giggled and tweaked my now naked and rock-hard nipple.

The only reply I could formulate was a gurgle of pure ecstasy. I have to tell you, being a girl ain't all that bad! Well, at least for me it's not. I suppose I am kind of lucky with my family and friends, even if they have a twisted sense of humor. At least I get the benefits of their attentions! God I love to orgasm in my new body! I just wish that I wasn't so damn easy!

When we made it to the rumpus room we discovered that we weren't the first to arrive, there were a dozen women waiting for us.

Dr. X, now one of our closest friends, came up to our procession and used her stethoscope on me.

My little heart is beating like a humming bird's.

"Oh, my! Ladies, I'm avraid zis is zerious. Our pazient here neezs plenty auf bed, alzough I cannot recomment restingk! A thorough boning with a strap-on ist in order. I need vour or vive wolunteers. Can I hafe a zhow of hunds pleaze?" Dr. X asked in her best Dr. Ruth impersonation.

I whimpered to show my fear of what was to come, and at this point, what was to cum looked at though, was me!

It didn't take long to get her volunteers, "Zee line schtartz here!" she indicated behind her, since she too was wearing an elaborate strap-on, which was designed to fit into her own vagina, providing her as much pleasure as it would me.

Dr. X lifted my big bottom off the bed and while on her knees, drew me slowly onto the big dildo she was wearing. "Oh, my Dolly, you do appear to have excessive vasocongestion! Your pussy is positively drooling!" Dr. X exclaimed as she boned me, causing a loud sploosh squishing noise.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhhh! Uhhhhh!" I replied, as someone attacked my clit with a vibrator. My hands started for my big sensitive nipples, but before they reached them, two wives started in pulling, twisting and stimulating them. My hands were brought to someone else's boobies, which I promptly began playing with. I felt my little anus stuffed full of vibrator, the kind that fits in and won't pop out again. It was shaking, vibrating, and I could feel the Doctors dildo rub against it as she screwed me.




Pea Pod - The Return



"Oh GOD," I screamed and orgasmed, shuddering, and convulsing all over my body. This however didn't stop anyone, the doctor swapped places and then someone else started in on fucking me. The vibrator kept going and more hands went after my boobies.

Meka leaned over my face, smiled then French kissed me until I had orgasmed a couple more times. She stopped when Gwen tagged her, but before kissing me she said, "Dolly, I love you more all of the time! I can't believe that I love you so much! Even if you are prettier than I am!"

I tried to protest that she was prettier, but all I could muster was a gurgling sound.

I heard Gwen let out a little shriek into my mouth, and then she began to frantically kiss me. I could feel her body rock back and forth as someone banged her form behind. I loved feeling her little shrieks and moans as she was pleasured.

I felt one of my booby groping hands gently removed and slid down to a lovely soft shaved pussy, and then my fingers slid into her. I started teasing the pussy and was rewarded with a soft moan from its owner.

My senses were reeling with pleasure. My attention was wrestled from one hyper pleasurable experience to the next. I overloaded on pleasure and passed out after an amazing orgasm, only to be brought back around by the ladies continued ministrations. I lost track of how may time I orgasmed and how many different positions I was in. All I remember was that I was so very content when I passed out the third time.

Morning

When I awoke I found myself to be the cream filling in the center of a Meka and Gwen, Oreo cookie. I was all warm, snuggly, and content. I roused a bit and the two ladies clutched at me instinctively.

"Good morning ladies," I hugged each one in turn, only then did I realize that someone had dressed me in a pink baby doll.

"Mmmm, so did our little Dolly get enough sex last night," Gwen giggled and hugged me tight.

"Now Gwen, you know that you are not supposed to ask that," Meka admonished, as she hugged me tightly too.

"Oops, sorry, I'm not quite awake yet..."

I immediately decided that this conspiracy of silence had gone on long enough, "Meka, you promised to tell me what the giggling was about, and I think it is high time you did!"

"Do you really want me to tell you right here in the middle of all these women?"

"Somehow I think they all already know, so yes I do want you to tell me, right here, right now."

"I was hoping I could put you off for a couple more days. Well if you insist, I guess I had better. You asked why you were horny all of the time. The explanation is simple, it's my fault," Meka began.

I interrupted with, "Your fault? How can it be your fault?"

"I'm getting to that. You remember when you first began to get well, I and your other wives were screwing you almost nonstop?"

I nodded my shaggy strawberry blonde head.

You told me that you figured that we were the horniest women on the planet? Well it is my belief that you really liked women who are extremely horny, so when you were transformed, that is what you became. You didn't know at the time that we were merely desperately trying to become pregnant. You only found that out after the transformation. To you it was a normal condition for Ka'anian women to be sexually insatiable, so that is what you became. You loved how Gwen looked in high-heels, so you made yourself into a woman who can easily wear high-heels. Unfortunately, feet made to wear high heels are not at ease in flats. Everything that you loved the most about women, is what you are," Meka hugged me extra tight at this point and continued, "Don't worry though Dolly, we all really love you and promise to fulfill your needs."

I started to cloud over, "You mean I turned myself into a female freak?"

"No, Dolly! Don't you ever think that! You are just slightly hornier than normal girl! You are no more a freak than any of us. Everyone loves to have sex with you because you are so enthusiastic about it. I think we all enjoy sex more because you are having so much fun! Am I right Gwen?" Meka asked, hoping to affirm her assertions.

"Oh my, yes! I think I'm turning into a nymphomaniac! I almost never thought about sex during a normal day. Now I find myself daydreaming about what we will be doing in bed that evening. Even now I'm getting horny snuggled up to you like this," Gwen admitted, rubbing her boobs on mine.

"Damn! I'm already puddling! Gwen, you better stop that or you are going to have to finish what you began! You just heard Meka, so you have no excuse!" no sooner had I said that and she placed a lip-lock on me that Houdini couldn't break out of.

So I started the day an hour late, after some light lesbian sex. I enjoyed myself immensely, even if I was a little sore down there.

I was dragged into a huge bubble bath by two of my wives, where I found Meka and Gwen already being bathed.

"I guess the ladies think we are taking too long to get up today, so they took things into their own hands," Gwen surmised.

"Windy told us that the Ambassadors party has begun to stir and that you will be needed soon for breakfast with them," Ixchel told us, as she continued to help us bathe.

We were helped from the tub, and speedily dressed for action. It is amazingly stimulating to be clothed by so many beautiful women.

Breakfast

We met the others at breakfast, seated as we had been during the negotiations. The Ambassador and his aides were eerily silent during the first few minutes of the meal.

Ysalane was elsewhere but all of the others involved in our little demonstration were present.

I started by saying, "Good morning Ambassador, ladies, and gentlemen. I trust you all slept well?"

There were mumbled replies to the affirmative.

"Don't feel bad gentlemen. I know exactly what you have experienced, although not at the hands of these lovely ladies. The Corsage that each of the women wore last night was but a small cutting from the Ka'anian Pea Pod. It is the irresistible lure that it uses to draw males to it, so that it may nourish itself on their maleness."

"I apologize that we felt it necessary to demonstrate the incredible power of the attraction in this manner, but this is the only way to truly know how dangerous it is. Believe me, a 5 foot tall blossom is even more irresistible. One whiff and the next thing you know, you are sitting down to pee for the rest of your life..." I paused to let this information soak in, while digging into an omelet of Ka'anian Condor eggs and sausage made from an animal, the name of which I wasn't told of, but was very tasty and lean.

"Dolly tells the absolute truth, the only way my people have survived this long has been to restrict our men to a secure village, which the ladies patrol all of the time to eradicate all signs of the Pea Pod before they can take root and lure our few remaining men to their femininity," Meka added to my explanation, locking eyes with each man in turn.

"So how is it that you allowed Doug to escape this village and fall victim to one of these Pea Pods?" the Ambassador replied in an almost accusatorial tone.

Meka blushed crimson at that, "Doug, is a very, very resourceful person. He planned his escape very thoroughly. He escaped even though we frantically searched for him. I never found the pod that changed him until after she had emerged. We had expected that the Pea Pods had gotten him earlier than they had. When she finally emerged I was frantic with worry that something worse had happened. You see, suicide is not unknown after a transformation." A tear fell from Meka's eye as she recalled the incident. "It was my fault that he ran away. I should have known that he wanted to return to Gwen, I was just too afraid to loose him."

Marilynn Blatherwick got up and rounded the table to comfort Meka.

Gwen was already there comforting her, but the combination of the two was helping.

I minced over and held her too, "Meka, you know that I didn't want to leave you, and that I love you dearly."

"Theo that was very harsh and insensitive!" Marilynn accused, as she hugged Meka.

"Marilynn, please remember you are an ambassador's wife. We are here on a critically important negotiation with the high Priestess and her wife!" began Ambassador Blatherwick.

"Your Worship, I meant no disrespect in the question. I was merely trying to determine the extent of your commitment," Theo answered, "If, as you say, Doug meant so much to you, I had to know how it was that you allowed him to become as she is. It is apparent that you are not pleased with the outcome. That seems to reinforce the fact that Ka'an is a dangerous place for men."

"To put it bluntly Ambassador, you bet your cock it is! If you don't believe me, ask your Secret Service agent when she returns in four days," I told him, slightly vexed that he had made Meka cry.

His face paled.

"Yes Ambassador, your agent is at this very moment most of the way to becoming a woman," I told him as bluntly as I dared.

"That agent took it upon himself to violate the sanctity of Ka'an. It was never our intention that he should violate your sovereign soil," Ambassador Blatherwick lied.

"I can see that you are going to have a lot to learn about the Ka'anians Ambassador," I left it at that, since to press him further would be futile. The Amazon warriors were easily able to tell when someone was lying. I am not sure how yet, since I have only started my training, but I am quite certain that they can.

The Ambassador looked only slightly perplexed.

Marilynn had returned to his side by now, to his annoyance. He looked at her as though she were an anchor tied to his neck.

"Thank you for your compassion Marilynn," I told her, covering her butt. The Ambassador wouldn't be wise to admonish her further after that.

"My pleasure Dolly," she answered with a little wink, from her husband's side at the table.

"Be that as it may Ambassador, we are sorry that our demonstration may have been, shall we say, disconcerting," I apologized, "If you have time today we can continue the negotiations, now that you have a better understanding of the dangers ever-present on Ka'an."

"I am afraid that we have a previous engagement, so we will be leaving shortly. Mr. Bartholomew will make arrangements for us to meet at a later date," the Ambassador assured us.

Marilynn Blatherwick looked surprised at the news they had a 'previous engagement,' but made no comment.

The Ambassador Leaves

It only took a few more minutes to finish with breakfast, and then we all said our good byes. To my surprise every one of the women in the Ambassador's party gave me a big hug! Even Hilda Putman hugged me! It was weird. Why do all of these women want to hug me? They didn't hug Meka goodbye, or Gwen, all they got were handshakes, it was just me who got all of the hugging.

I asked Meka if it had something to do with the Pea Pod, she answered with, "I don't think so sweetie. I think all of the women feel compassion for you, and they want to show you their support."

"Therefore, if they didn't know that I was once a man, they wouldn't have hugged me?"

"That is what I believe. Why, don't you like being hugged?" she asked while putting me in a bear hug.

"You are going to have my love juices drooling down my stocking clad legs if you keep that up!" I promised.

"Enjoy it sweetie. We do have things to do though," she released me before my knees went weak.

"What is on the agenda for today?" I asked, straightening my skirt and catching my breath.

"We are meeting with a couple of engineers and architects, chosen from among our transgendered and grateful ladies, to get proposals for the kind of compound that can be erected on Ka'an to protect any males that the Ambassador insist on bringing to Ka'an. We have some ideas being proposed to secure the other end of the portal in such a way that any males who wander through, won't have easy access to areas where they can become food for the plants," Meka announced as she dragged me along to where the meeting was. Well, not exactly dragged, she held my hand while I minced along at my normal speed.

That meeting was where the corridor and cipher-locked doors were designed and construction was approved. We instituted the security to keep uninvited government types off Ka'an.

The next few days were somewhat less eventful. We established an agreement with the Ambassador, that we would build the Embassy for the US, at standard construction rates. We designed it with a fully contiguous cement floor, to keep plants from cropping up in the compound. The central air system was designed to filter out pheromones. None of the windows in the whole building could be opened, and the only door leading outside was double cipher-locked. The Ambassador had one combination, and we had the other.

The Ambassador wasn't crazy about the last part, but we were adamant, no excursions on the planet without supervision.

Spy

The one fun thing though was five days after our meeting when this beautiful 5' 5" buff looking Blonde woman, with DD size boobies came stumbling back through the portal.

Windy met her and spirited her away to a room before the Secret service agents waiting for her could grab her. They were told that they would have to wait. Erica would be sleeping for a couple days and that when she was stronger, she would be delivered into their hands.

When she came around, Meka and I were sandwiching her between us.

"Good morning Erica, I am Dolly, but I'm sure you remember me. How are you feeling?" I asked her, lying close on the bed.

She looked around, saw Meka and I, and then burst into tears. We consoled her as best we could, and then had several of our transgendered ladies help her dress and taught her some of the bare necessities of survival as a woman.

Chargé d' Affaires Davon Bartholomew came to our embassy to debrief her. She was in a room with five Amazon warriors, Meka, and I, when he met with her. (Although we didn't announce the fact that the five other women were Amazons.)

"Agent Honeycutt, I am here to debrief you on your unauthorized incursion to the world know as Ka'an. I have been informed that I may not escort you from the premises to the local headquarters of the Secret Service. Are you being detained against your will, or being mistreated in any way?" Davon Bartholomew started.

"I have been treated extremely well Mr. Bartholomew. Concerning being held against my will, I have been informed that since my offence is against the people of Ka'an that I am to be held over for trial by the High Priestess. Since I am not an official member of an out of country ambassadorial mission, I do not have Diplomatic Immunity," Erica replied in her new, sweet, higher voice.

"Um, yes, so we have been told. We have arranged to handle your defense at the trial. You should know that once your trial and punishment have concluded here you will then, be remanded to our custody for determining what additional punishments if any the US Government intends to prefer," Davon announced, "This debriefing however is so that we may evaluate your conduct on Ka'an"

"There isn't much to tell Mr. Bartholomew, I went through the portal, started up a stone trail when I saw this woman all dressed in white gossamer in the jungle. I couldn't resist the allure of the woman and found myself walking towards her. I noticed that it wasn't a woman. It was just a huge flower. I turned to run away and the plant tripped me and swallowed me whole. When I came too... when I... I... Oh God! I'm a girl now!" Erica burst into tears and was comforted by one of the Amazons.

"You were wandering around on Ka'an for how long before you were... ah, trapped?" Davon prompted.

"Ten, maybe fifteen minutes..." she supplied between sobs.

"That should be all for now Agent," Davon dismissed her, as he stood and headed for the exit.

I went to her and said, "Don't worry Erica, the only reason you are being detained is to help you to deal with what happened to you. We can arrange any sentence you would like after a week or so. Meka wants to offer you citizenship on Ka'an if you would like. You can leave almost anytime you want, but I urge you to stay a while at least, there is a hell of a lot to learn about being a woman that I had no idea about until it happened to me."

"Will... will you help me? I... I... I'm so frightened! This is almost too much!" she started to cloud up again.

I hugged her and told her, "Don't worry Erica, Gwen and Windy have volunteered to be your mentors. You can ask any of the ladies here for help, if you don't want Windy or Gwen, most all of the ladies will be more than willing to help you. Oh, and if anyone treats you badly, be careful how you tell anyone. The Ka'anian women will beat the crap out of anyone who is mean to one of the newly transformed ladies."

She giggled at that last statement and almost smiled at me, it was then that I knew she would be okay. I also suspected that Ka'an had a new security officer.

"I hate to admit this, but you are the only other male around here that was transformed against his will, since I came back from Ka'an. It's kind of nice to have someone else to confide in. That is if you want to..." I told Erica, holding her hand and looking deep into her eyes.

"I... I never thought of that. You are the only other like me? There are so many I have met that I was told used to be men. They weren't changed by accident?" she seemed shocked

"Nope, just you and I. All of the others wanted the change. You and I are the only ones that have been transformed against our will in the last couple of years at least," I assured him, "But if I know my former government, I doubt that we will be the only ones for long."

"They told me that I was to go through the portal and do recon. I was warned to stay away from the Pea Pod plants, but they didn't really know how impossible it is to resist! I... I... didn't even know it was happening until... it was too late!"

"Believe me I know what you mean," I told her and then in a conspiratorial tone of voice, "Um, did you... ah... well, was your transformation as... I guess the only way to say it is to say it, did your enjoy the transformation as much as I did?"

She blushed beet-red, "I loathe to admit it, but it was the most orgasmically delicious experience of my life. If it wouldn't have done this," she indicated her body, "to me, I would have gone right back in for seconds..."

I giggled, (So? Sue me.) "I know what you mean! The damn plant can give one hell of a blow job!"

She started to tear up, "I'm sorry. Every time I think about loosing my manhood..."

I hugged her tight, "No, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have brought it up. It was insensitive of me."

"That's okay, you are right though, it felt soooo good! I... I... have to stop hugging now... God! Why is this girly body so horny all of the time?" Erica complained as she released me.

"You too? Damn, maybe it isn't just the way I wanted to be, maybe it happens to those who are forcibly changed?" I wondered. "Well at least I am not the only nymphomaniac around here anymore," I giggled causing an enormous boob quake that had Erica's eyes riveted to my chest. "Yah, they turn me on even more that they turn you on!" I giggled again, but this time I tried to keep them from bouncing by grabbing them and holding them steady.

"Oh, my god! I'll be back in..." I heard as she scurried away.

'Shoot!' I thought, 'I have to start acting more lady-like or I am going to get screwed a lot!' I felt myself dampen significantly.

When Erica returned we chatted a bit more. Erica told me that she was fairly certain that she would be staying with us indefinitely.

I informed Gwen and Windy that Erica had the screaming hornies and they might want to help her out with them. They both agreed with my diagnosis, little did I know but they set me up. Later as I was walking by the rumpus room, I was captured, and thrown into the middle of an orgy with sexy little Erica as one of the main dishes.




Pea Pod - The Return



It seems that we were to be pleasured side by side. Erica scream out several orgasms before she passed out. I didn't last much longer than she did. We woke up side by side in bed each dressed in frilly pink baby dolls. I could see Gwen's hand in that, big time. I have to admit that we looked damn pretty though!

"We were roused and bathed together. The wives were treating us like sisters, and I have to admit that we got pretty giggly and silly playing in the bathtub together, playing with all the bubbles and splashing each other.

The ladies helped us out of the Tub and dressed us. I took notice that Erica had chosen to wear a dress the same as I had. I asked Erica about it and she replied, "For some reason I can't stand to wear any clothes that are remotely male."

"Same with me. Strange why that is..." I filed the information in one corner of my brain for future study.

"Ah do me a favor Erica?" I whispered to her, "See if you notice that you are hugged more than anyone around you, with me being the only other exception. Will you do that for me?"

"Sure Dolly, I'll do anything you ask me too. I really care a lot about you. That sounds silly after only knowing you for a couple days, but I do, nonetheless," Erica whispered back, kissing me on the cheek. She blushed and scurried away, leaving me slightly stunned.

Settling In

It didn't take long for the first parts of the American Embassy to be built. Mostly they built a secure hallway to a neighboring temple like structure, which was made entirely of huge stone blocks, which our crew chinked tightly with mortar. Additionally none of the window could be opened. There were emergency releases, which would allow for egress in case of emergency, but they were set up so that alarms would sound and alert the Ka'anians.

There were generators and HVAC units brought through the portal and installed, as well as specific furnishings specified by the Ambassador.

Living quarters for the Ambassador and his party were completed, including standard indoor plumbing, complete with chlorinated water supply. Unfortunately cooking facilities consisted of microwave ovens or coal fired stove. Wood fired would be too dangerous due to the remote possibility off Pea Pod spoors traveling in with the wood.

Basically they were given a hermetically sealed environment.

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The day the ambassador and his party moved into their new embassy was an incredibly busy one. Everything had to be brought through the portal by hand. The whole operation was like loading provisions onto a submarine. We made a line of people, handing things through person-to-person right into the middle of the embassy.

Meka and I met with the same group we negotiated with, prior to their debarkation to Ka'an.

"Well Ambassador, your embassy is finally ready for you to occupy. We just wanted to reiterate that you cannot go outside the embassy with out escort, but any of the females may. We do ask that even the women be escorted until they learn their way around," I started the final proceedings before we all adjourned to my old spare room. (Which has been modified extensively since that time.)

"I want to formally welcome you ambassador to Ka'an. Once through the portal we have a small celebration planned in the great room of your new embassy. We hope that you will enjoy the feast and your stay on Ka'an," Meka announced, "Now if you will follow me, we go to Ka'an."

I looped my arm into Meka's and we lead the way into the Portal room.

"I have to warn you folks. It looks like you are walking right into a solid wall, but trust me you will pass right through it. Meka and I will go first, so just follow along behind us."

We sauntered through the wall and onto Ka'an. When all had come through we nodded to the amazons who guarded the portal and lead our charges toward the exit that Gwen, Meka and I had used when I had first come to this world.

Just outside the original door is where the corridor started off to the right and downhill. Had we continued straight we would have bumped into a rather sturdy metal door with a cipher lock on it.

"This is one of the exit doors to the outside world, to which only the females of your party will be given the combination. They are not to give it to the males, under any circumstances. It is one order that you cannot issue to your female marines. It would be a violation of the treaty and every female who journeys here must be told of these requirements. If a male is discovered outside these walls unescorted, he will be returned to earth, persona-non-grate," Meka informed our little troop as she paused momentarily by the door.

She continued down the concrete corridor, which had windows to the outside every ten feet or so. 

About half way down the hall Meka stopped and pointed out one of the windows to a shimmering white visage of a woman standing in the jungle a hundred or so feet from the corridor, "That is one of the Pea Pod plants you are seeing, not a beautiful woman standing in the jungle. If you men were outside the purified air in this corridor, that would be an irresistible siren calling you to your end." She then turned and continued with me closely at her side.

I whispered, "That wasn't there yesterday..."

Meka leaned close and whispered back, "I had the ladies transplant that one this morning. It will be removed in about twenty minutes."

I giggled, "You are wicked!"

"On the contrary, I felt that the Earthers should see the dangers firsthand, so that the women would be able to recognize the Pea Pods when they come across them."

"Good plan!" I told her, but I wished she had let me in on it ahead of time. Those things still dredge up mixed feelings in me. I hate them for turning me into a girl, but I loved the time I spent in one...

Once we had reached the end of the corridor we made another 90-degree angle, through another cipher lock door, and entered the building that was to become the American Embassy.

The building centered on a courtyard with a structure directly in front of the entrance across the courtyard with a set of columns over a porch with a door recessed inside of it. To the left and right of the central entryway were along both walls were smaller versions of the main entryway.

Meka pointed to the entryways to the left and right and stated, "These along the wall are the individual quarters for the Ambassador's staff. Inside the central entry way is the Ambassador's quarters and the barracks for the marines, as well as the offices and facilities that you requested."

There were tables, setup along both sides of the central aisle way covered with food and drink. There was an army of ladies standing ready to join in on the festivities.

"The ladies will help everyone to their quarters, so that the party may begin when you return," I announced.

Everyone settled in quickly and the party was grand.

Disturbing Information

Towards the end of it I had a long talk to Mrs. Blatherwick.

"Dolly, can we talk?"

"Sure Marilynn, what would you like to talk to me about?"

"I want to know what kind of medicines you have on Ka'an? Do they have anything for, say bruises?" Marilynn asked quietly.

"I don't know, but I will ask. Do you have any that need looking to?" I asked carefully, trying not to scare her off.

"Oh, well, I am terribly clumsy and easily bruised. I ah... I just want to know for future reference," she stammered, as her eyes flicked this way and that, as if to check to see if someone was watching her.

"If this clumsiness gets out of hand, I will have to have one of the Amazons give you lessons in grace," I tried to make it sound like ballet lessons, but I knew that my wives would be teaching her more on the lines of martial arts.

"I shouldn't have said anything. Um, could we meet next week, just you and I? I want to talk about your, um... change. Unless you don't want to talk about it," she sounded less confident that she had when we had talked at the party before our negotiations.

"I insist on it in fact. Where would you like to meet? Earth or Ka'an?"

"Oh, I must stay on Ka'an. Theo insists that all of the Ambassadorial staff remain on Ka'an," she informed me, looking towards the floor, rather than at my face.

"No problem then. I will arrange for a lovely lunch outside in the jungle for us. Will that be satisfactory?"

"Oh most certainly! Theo can't follow us can he?"

"If he does, I guarantee that he will spend the rest of his life urinating while sitting down!" I assured her.

"What would be wrong with that?" was her answer, which shocked me almost to the core.

"Uh, I guess nothing... I have to, and you have to, but would you wish for him to loose his manhood for a picnic?" I asked, trying to catch her eyes with mine.

"Well not for that reason, but we really need to talk, in private," she admitted.

"How does Monday sound?" I asked, resisting an urge to hug her, and not knowing that our plans would be changed by circumstances.

"Fine, I'll be there. Um, I shouldn't tell you this, but Theo brought environment suits with us. I don't think he is going to try anything without you coming along, I just thought that you might want to watch in case they get stupid."

"Already are hon., but thanks for the warning. If I weren't already a split tail, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near the forest on Ka'an. God, it is so strange being a woman now! It just jumps out at me once in a while, that I am a woman, not a man anymore," I admitted blushing madly.

She didn't hesitate. She hugged the stuffing out of me right then, "I feel for you. It must be very hard for you. I mean, I have always been a girl, but you have to become a girl without all of the training and background, all of us who were born to it, have. You do make a terrific woman if that helps any?"

"Thanks, I appreciate that. I sometimes wonder why I am not hysterical, babbling wildly, or at least more freaked out than I have been. I have been really lucky though, having so many wives who love me so much. I think that has helped a lot, that and the fact that they keep me so busy all of the time," I admitted, realizing it myself for the first time.

"I Better get back now, I'll see you Dolly," she waved and headed back to the enclave.

I mulled over what to do about Marilynn's situation, but couldn't come up with anything. All of the political ramifications as well as the legal ones would make it quite risky to intervene. There would come a time...

Explorers

The Ambassador contacted us, arranging for escort on an expedition to explore the surrounding area.

We agreed and prepared to go on an extended camping trip.

I met with our ladies, amazons, wives, and humans alike, and we discussed the best way to travel on Ka'an, and it was determined that we would acquire some six wheel ATVs for personnel and equipment transport, since they could be brought through the portal intact and were fairly fuel efficient, as well as being amphibious. There were a few different models so we discussed the merits of each and finally came up with 'The Extreme Machine 2000' as what would fit the bill for our purposes.

These six or eight wheel vehicles were designed by an aerospace engineer, and can go 500 miles on 5 gallons of fuel. The vehicle is designed to travel at a speed of over 25 miles per hour. (Plenty fast when cruising through a jungle.) Some of the unique things were that it can raise up to have a 26" ground clearance, provides 120 VAC anywhere, fully enclosed cab, winch, sleeps two, and has a jet powered drive for when it is in the water. There are many more things available for this little vehicle, most of which we didn't need for our trip, (Like outriggers for ocean travel,) we did however decide to get some trailers for them to carry supplies and have the fuel for extended range available outside of personnel areas. Oh and these little beauties could be set to 'stealth mode', so that the generator would no come on when you don't want to frighten animals or make a lot of noise, not that the generators were noisy, overall the vehicles were quite noise pollution friendly.

I also found it fitting that their slogan was, "Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before." (I giggle every time I think of that.) They claim these vehicles are, and I quote, "The most fun you can have with your clothes on!"

Well if we have to go camping with those government types, we might as well have some fun too. Set up the way we wanted them they were about fifteen grand each, and a few grand for the trailers.

The other expedition members, rather the Earthlings, would bring their own gear. Meka had her Amazons make selections of equipment that they would want to bring from earth, as well.

The topic of firearms came up, and a heated discussion ensued, should we bring firearms, if so, what kind of firearms. I tried to stay out of it, but was drawn into it as an, 'expert' on my fellow earthlings. We sent for Erica, whom I suggested would be helpful to have along as well, (Not to mention we were fast becoming good friends.) and who would know better what kind of things that the Ambassador and his party would be bringing.

"You sent for me Dolly?" Erica asked nervously, glancing back and forth at the other ladies present.

"Yes, Erica, please take a seat," I indicated an empty one close to me, hoping she would be more relaxed close to me. "We are discussing our up coming expedition. The question of whether to bring firearms with us came up and I felt that you would be better suited to answer the questions about the Ambassador's party. For instance, do you believe that even if we forbid them to bring firearms, will they?"

"Um... well Dolly, you know how trustworthy the Ambassador is, if by nothing else, by the way he treated me. I worked for him for only about a year prior to being ordered to violate Ka'an, but I can tell you this, the Ambassador is not a nice person," she told us, and was especially careful to get eye contact with me. "I believe that he has his own agenda and would not hesitate to break any agreements to get what he wants."

"What do you think that the Ambassador wants?" Meka made the obvious follow up question.

"It was said that Ka'an is, or was, much more technologically advanced than Earth. The rumor was that the Ambassador wants to set himself up with some of that technology and either sell it or use it to advance him in the government. Either way it would mean that the US government would greatly benefit, unless he were to sell it to a foreign power. I think that he might be tempted to do that last, but only if he were able to blame it on someone, should he be caught," Erica filled us in, "If the Ambassador were even slightly a standup guy, I wouldn't be so likely to have joined with the Ka'anians. I considered myself a patriot, and still would never do anything that I thought would harm America. I love my new planet and my new sisters dearly as well, and will not allow them to come to harm either. I really hope and believe that the two thing are the same, what is good for Ka'an, is good for the Earth, and for America."

There was a moment of silence after her short speech, which she punctuated with, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go on like that, but I wanted everyone to know that what I say can be relied on. I know how someone might think, she changed sides once, and can we rely on her? Oh, god... it's still weird to refer to myself with she and her..."

Windy got up and gave her a reassuring hug, "Don't you worry Erica. We know when anyone lies to us. We have known since you came to us what kind of a lady you are."

Erica added, "Tell them not to bring firearms, but bring your own, and assume they have some hidden. That is the best advice I can give you."

"I think that answers everyone's question Erica. Would you mind staying for the rest of the meeting? I would like your input and since you will be going with us, you might want to help us make this a successful mission," I told Erica and squeezed her hand gently.

"You... you want me to go back to... to... gha... Ka'an?" she stammered wide-eyed and frightened looking.

"Why not hon.?" Windy asked her, pushing back slightly from her hug, "There isn't anything there now that can harm a pretty girl like you!"

Erica giggled, "I guess you're right! Those Pea Pods can't make me anymore of a woman than I already am."

"That a girl!"

"Meka, who is the most widely traveled of the Ka'anian women?" I asked, knowing that Meka would have already planned to bring whoever that was along with us. I just wanted to know.

"Dolly, that is an easy question to answer, our own little Windy is. She had only returned to us a week before you joined us Dolly," Meka told me, "She sometimes would go in search of other women and bring them to us if they wished to become part of our little community. Once she told them we had men, it wouldn't take them long to decide, even the ones who were once male themselves knew that if our race were to survive, we would need as many women pregnant as our men could manage."

"That brings to mind the question, what are we going to do if we find any others while we explore?" I chirped. (God, did I really chirp?)

"We should free up space in the vehicles as we progress, that should be no problem. We might plan for more supplies than we might otherwise, just to be on the safe side. Although the Amazons can hunt and forage plenty along the way," Meka added, "to make up for any depletion of supplies."

"I love going camping with professional guides! Tee he!" yes, I said it, and I tittered. (I guess it's the hormones. I hope it's the hormones.)

"Erica and I are going to have to buy some clothes for the outdoors. Meka are you and the others going to wear native garb, or do you want us to pick something up for you? Some boots, or skirts?" I offered.

"Well, I'm sure to need some things, but mostly I'll use my native clothes. Don't take this wrong Dolly, but we have very different tastes in clothes. I think we should all take care of what personal items we bring. But we will have to set up some of the wives to help expedite things. Both you and Erica should take Gwen with you when you go shopping though. She knows which of your earthly clothes will serve best on this trip," Meka suggested giving Gwen a wink unbeknownst to me.

I don't need to bore the reader with any more of the specifics, but we spent quite a bit of time and mental power determining what we would bring with us.

That and I had to arrange with Marilynn to meet with me sometime during the trip, since the government people were hurrying us into this trip.

The Expedition

We had all of our gear prepared and a small convoy waiting for us to finish the final organization and hop aboard our vehicles.

There was a slight problem when the Ambassador and his people wanted to bring Hummers through the portal, they were very disappointed to find out they wouldn't fit through. There was some talk of disassembling them and then reassembling them on the other side, until they figured out that they would need a tanker to fuel them all. Disassembling that and reassembly would be way too difficult. They finally settled on Supacat six wheeled vehicles with full cabs. Turbo diesel Volkswagen engines were used for the drive trains with trailers just like our vehicles.

The Ambassador had wanted to bring Quads, or motorcycles but Meka vetoed that saying they would tend to tear up the terrain. Meka, being High Priestess, was serious about protecting the environment of Ka'an. Her other argument was that they wouldn't be able to cross deep water like the amphibious vehicles we had selected. 55-gallon drums were enough to supply our fuel needs for quite a distance. We carried ours in a trailer, as did they.




Pea Pod - The Return



Our vehicles had full canopies and were equipped for two people, each with intercom radios between our vehicles and a separate channel to talk to the Ambassador's party. We were two to a vehicle with six vehicles and four trailers. The Ambassador's party was five vehicles with five trailers.

One of the Ambassador's vehicles was equipped with an elaborate filtration unit and carried the three men with a female Marine driving it. That way they couldn't be lured off should their purification system fail. They each had environmental suits in their vehicle to allow them to leave the vehicle and explore with the women.

The other vehicles were equipped with canvas like ours, which I appreciated right now since it was drizzling out at the moment.

Erica and I were wearing very practical knee high hiking boots... well sort of, they only had two inch heals on them. The kaki skirts and light cotton blouses with a coordinated jacket, and a bush hat, (mine was the one with the green scarf around the crown and hers was the one with the blue scarf) completed the ensemble.

Meka took one look at us and stifled herself before she could make a comment that would get her beaten up by our other wives. Windy saved the day by showing up dressed the same as we were, except her scarf was pink. My big tough Amazon protector was dressed as girly as I was. (Most likely to ward off any ridicule we might be subject to.)

The other Ka'anians were dressed in a mixture of native garb and Earth clothes. (Brassieres, panties, and shoes were incredibly popular on Ka'an.)

Meka was wearing the above-mentioned items, a loincloth and a t-shirt that said 'GRRRRRRLLL'. (I bought it for her <Grin>)

"Well ladies are we ready to be on our way yet?" came over the intercom, spoken by the Ambassador.

Meka glanced at me and I could see the annoyance in her eyes, "I could go tell him that the trip is called off due to rain..."

She smiled at my threat and silently indicated to the Amazons to mount up.

Meka and Windy were in the lead, Gwen and Ysalane, Erica and I, Ixchel and Itzel, and then two of the other Amazons followed along behind us, which gave us seven Amazons for the Ambassador's party to deal with.

They had the three men, the Ambassador's wife and five female Marines. Most of their ladies were almost six feet tall, and one was at least 6' 2".

We started off down the trail running nearly silently, until the Ambassador's rigs fired up and then there was quite a racket behind us. Once in a while our quiet little generators would come on to charge the batteries. Our heaters kept us warm and comfy, while the rain kept the outside world damp, and the windshield wipers kept our windshield clear.

It was exciting to be off on this trip and I have to admit that I had wanted to do this for a couple months. Ka'an now had the help it would need to pull itself back from the brink and become a thriving civilization once again.

"Erica, are you as excited as I am to be going?" I asked trying to strike up a chat with my immediate companion.

"I think so, but I am not sure how much help I will be."

"Oh, didn't you know? You were brought along because you are the only one who is as horny as I am..." I tried not to giggle, I really did, but it just slipped out.

"Dolly, you are a terrible liar. You really have to learn to keep a straight face when you try to put someone on," she smiled broadly.

"Oh, and I have been dying to ask this question, Erica, does this skirt make my butt look big?"

"You feel it too? Like your ass is almost the biggest part of you?"

"Well, yes, at least when I'm not thinking my boobs are the biggest part of me."

"They are a hell of a lot bigger from this side of the boobs, aren't they?" Erica admitted.

"I know, but every time I think they might be too big, somebody starts to caress them and I find myself wishing they were bigger," I told her, with my free hand hefting one of the girls.

"If you don't stop that this is going to be one of the shortest expeditions in history," Erica threatened, with her face flushing so I knew she wasn't kidding.

"You think those guys in the fish bowl following us would break out of there if they saw two hotties lezing each other? It would give us three more for our marathon lesbian sex sessions. We would have to wait the required five days though," I mused.

"I think Marilynn would be eternally grateful if we did. It might get us in trouble with the State Department though," she answered as though she were seriously considering it.

"I know you don't want to compromise your oath to our former country, but is there anything you can tell me about that situation, which can help Marilynn?" she had broached a subject which I was seriously interested in.

"Well, technically, I wouldn't be breaking confidentiality rules, since it does not concern National Security," she started, "I have to admit that I feel very differently about it now. The Ambassador has a history of beating his wife. I don't know why she stays with him."

"If he tries anything on this trip, he will find that our ladies do not react like his normal security forces. He will be deported Persona-non-grate and his wife will be offered citizenship. That is if he makes it off planet with his manhood in tact," I threatened.

"Those Marines he brought with him are huge, and his staff and he, are all former Special Forces. They might not be so easy to handle without weapons," Erica admitted.

"Now that I am a member of the 'weaker' sex, I often feel the same way. That is until I saw what an Amazon warrior can actually do," I grinned broadly as I told her this.

"You said something about this before. These ladies don't look all that deadly."

"Erica, I watched little Windy up ahead there, punch her fist through a foot thick cement wall."

"No WAY!" she exclaimed, "She can't weigh more that 120lbs!"

"I watched her do it! My Amazons use a type of telekinesis to increase their strength and agility. The reason the myth about Amazon warriors made them look like that Marine back there, is that the men here who had the opportunity to run afoul of them, told stories about giant women kicking their asses so they wouldn't look weak. Windy told me that she could punch through much harder things than that concrete. The really scary thing is, she told me that now you and I are Ka'anian at a genetic level, so we could do it too!"

"You're trying to tell me that I'm not an earthling anymore?" Erica was wide eyed.

"They didn't tell you that yet?" I was kind of shocked. Of course I had figured it out on my own and had asked Meka straight up if it were so.

"No, no one told me. It stands to reason though. If it changed me from one gender to the other, why not use the genetic pattern it had been designed for."

"Are you upset to find out that you are smarter, stronger and more evolved than when you left Earth?" I offered, thinking that the perks would out weigh the realization.

Erica was quiet a moment and finally answered, "I think it's alright. If I can't change being made a woman, I might as well be a more evolved woman."

"That's the spirit!" I told her.

Right about then we heard over the intercom, "Downed tree up here you will want to raise your clearance to get over it."

I hit the switches to raise the six-wheeler up to its maximum height to walk our ATV over the log.

When it came to the Ambassador's party, they had to stop and take a chainsaw to the log and shove it out of their way.

I watched the Ambassador shouting orders and saw his displeasure about being held up. That man was a royal pain in the... Never mind, you get the idea.

The Marines were exchanging looks like, 'If we kill this moron, is it still a capitol offense?'

I could see even though we had carefully selected our vehicles, the Ambassador and his party would be holding us back from traveling at a speed we could sustain but they couldn't.

An hour later we came to a small lake and rather than skirt it, we dove in and fired up our jet drive. It took the Ambassador's party twenty minutes to catch up. Erica and I started up our laptop computer and played video games until they made it across the lake.

This sucker was set up for DVD playing, video games, and darned near anything you would want to do.

Around noon we circled the wagons for a lunch break. We micro waved some frozen dinners and had a lovely lunch, while the Ambassador started a fire and cooked up some canned goods. We were done in plenty of time to watch part of a movie before they were ready to move on.

I really began to appreciate our choice in vehicles. I couldn't wait till we set up for evening camp.

After our evening meal, this time we had a fire and the Amazons disappeared for twenty minutes. When they returned we had fresh meat and fruit, which we offered to share with the Ambassador's party.

They shared their freeze-dried ice cream with us.

When it was time to bed down, we closed the curtains on our ATV and set up the beds. They were perfectly level, since we could adjust our suspension's height at will. We rolled out or sleeping bags on the cots, set the temperature inside the canvas and quickly fell asleep, but not before listening to the hullabaloo going on in the camp next to ours, while they struggled to set up an environmental chamber for the men who would not be able to sleep in their environmental chamber built on the six wheeler, which meant that two men would sleep off the rig while Mrs. and Mr. Blatherwick would sleep in the vehicle.

I had advised the Amazon on watch to keep a look out for the Ambassador. I sure hope that fool could control himself, cause if the Amazons got their Ire up, I'm not sure I could stop them from doing something unfortunate to him.

Erica and I, each spent a little personal time on our selves, while pretending not to hear each other masturbating our brains out.

A New Day Dawning

When the sun rose, there was a polite rousing from Windy, namely she tried to perform a tonsillectomy on me with her tongue. Now that is the way to start the day! She left me to rouse Erica the same way.

Erica wasn't as nonchalant about it as I had been, she wanted sex and she wasn't about to take no for an answer, so we sucked face for a while and diddled each other to a couple of quick orgasms before dressing and joining the others for breakfast.  

No one said anything about our tardiness. We were still finished well ahead of the Ambassador's party, long enough for us to watch the rest of the movie we had stared the day before.

Everyone mounted up and we continued following Windy down a path none of us but her knew.

We all ran right over the top of a Pea Pod, crushing it under our pagan wheels. It was a damn good thing those guys were in the chamber, cause if they weren't that lady Marine would be in a struggle to keep her pants on, that is for sure. The amount of attractant that was released by our crushing it would be nearly a thousand times what they had received when the ladies used their flowers.

By the time they saw it, the flower and plant were just a mushy mess on the trail.

"Take that you cock thief!" Erica taunted shaking her little fist at the plant.

I giggled at the attempted fury in her sweet voice.

"You tell em, hon.," came from Windy in the lead ATV over the intercom.

I was really glad that we had separate channels than the Ambassador's party, so we could talk amongst ourselves without their overhearing.

We continued our trek through the jungle, seldom coming upon game due to the racket that the other party kicked up behind us. There were some birds occasionally, and we could see some of the larger ones circling high in the air above us, when it wasn't raining of course.

We continued in a generally downhill direction, and then crossed a valley floor. We forded a small river with the ATVs and then started up the other side, through a low pass. Once we had gotten over the crest of the pass, everyone but Windy was overwhelmed by the beautiful scene of an ocean in the near distance, the jungle covered foothills, and the large modern looking city along the shore.

"Whoa! Would you look at, that!" I exclaimed, my cute little jaw hanging open.

"The Ambassador must be drowning in his own saliva!" Erica surmised loudly.

"Why is that Erica?" Meka asked over the intercom.

"Um, sorry I shouldn't have broadcast that. The Ambassador is looking for advanced technology to bring back to Earth, and if I am not mistaken, that remarkable city down there is rife with it," Erica explained.

"Yes, compared to your Earth technology, there will be many advanced pieces of equipment, metallurgy, chemicals, and Medical technology. He will be disappointed though, since number one: we will not allow him to have anything, which will do him any good. Number two: our equipment runs on different energy sources than your people are aware of. As Ka'anians, you new ladies will be educated in the sciences when the time becomes appropriate. We have fears that your previous fellow citizens would misuse our technology and destroy themselves as we have nearly done to ourselves," Meka's voice emotionally replied over the comm.

"Why don't you live in this huge city Meka? It has to be more comfortable to be housed in the luxury of this city than to live in the jungle under the primitive conditions I found you in," I stupidly asked.

"Dolly, what makes it possible for people to live together in a huge city like that? How do the citizens get food and drink? How is it that they can have the power systems to work and the wastes disposed of?" Meka asked me in return.

"Sometimes I can be so dumb! Of course, without the whole infrastructure supporting a large city, it becomes a barren hollow thing."

"Yes, as our population dwindled without men to provide the necessary seed for new life, the basic services began to shut down. We had to move out of the city to support ourselves and to keep what few men that remained protected from desperate females. They would have been screwed to death, like so many of the men who weren't intelligently managed and cared for."

"Damn! I am glad I ran into you Meka, instead of having been brought here by some sex-crazed women, bent on screwing me to death!" I replied shocked at the knowledge of how desperate the remaining women of this world had become.

"Dolly, you were in male pig heaven and you wanted to run away?" Gwen piped in with mock astonishment.

"That's a poor attitude from the woman I was longing to be with!"

"Well that must mean that you turned in your male pig union card!" Gwen told me and then sniggered.

"Oww! You hit me!" Gwen exclaimed indignantly.

I quickly recalled that Gwen was riding with Windy and that Amazon did not allow those kinds of teasing of the recently changed.

"I only administered a warning my loving wife. You know the rules about the newly changed. Please do not do it any more, I love you to much to have to administer a greater punishment," Windy told her. The intercom was silent for a while.

"Please don't hurt my Gwen, I know she didn't mean anything by it," I asked over the comm.

"Dolly, I do not enjoy punishing anyone. I was very measured. I reminded myself that she is new to the ways of Ka'an, and I only used a slight tap, honest."

"Slight tap? I hope the feeling come back to that hand before we stop to camp!"

"It will be fine in ten minutes, and you won't even have a bruise," assured Windy. "You may strike me back if it will make you feel better."

"No way! I'd rather punch the ATV! I'm not pissing off the leader of the Amazons!"

"I would not use my talents, and it would not make me feel like revenging. I am very sorry for having to punish you," Windy was choked up, which is unusual for her. "Hey! I can't steer if you hug me like that!"

The lead ATV swerved all over for a moment or two.

The Ambassadors comm. came on and asked, "Is everything alright with the lead ATV?"

"Everything is alright up there, Gwen is just trying to have sex with Windy while Windy drives," I replied to him giggling all the while.

"I think in that case we should stop and have our midday meal, so the two lovebirds can safely fulfill their needs and the rest of us may fill our stomachs," the Ambassador replied, sounding perturbed that there were sexual hijinks going on, which he was not a part of.

"Good idea Ambassador. Ladies let's circle the wagons and do lunch!"

When we stopped, Gwen groused to Windy, "How come she doesn't get hit for teasing you and me?"

"You have been a girl for your entire life Gwen my love. Dolly is very new to this. We know how difficult it is to make the transition from male to female for those who it has been forced upon. You would not believe how many ended their own existence after only a short time as women," Windy informed Gwen.

"I'm not trying to be cruel to Dolly. We used to kid each other like this all of the time! Why should I change how we relate to each other?" Gwen complained, trying to logically win her argument.

"Gwen, things have changed. You may be able to kid around like you used to, but Dolly will at times be overly sensitive for quite some time. You wouldn't want to loose her, would you?" Windy asked Gwen, as though dealing with a teenager.

"No, God no! Doug... err... Dolly would never take her own life!" Gwen assured.

"After you have seen hundreds of the newly changed take their own lives, you might not be so certain Gwen," Windy held her hands and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Hu... Hu... Hundreds? You have seen hundreds of the newly changed take their own lives?"

"More! I... I... don't wish to recall these things, may we please talk of other things?" Windy begged.

Gwen threw her arms around Windy and hugged her tightly, "I'm so sorry Windy! I will be more careful in the future!"

"Would you two ladies take your love making somewhere private please?" the Ambassador asked, his annoyance clear in his voice.

"Ambassador, I was only joking. They were not trying to lez each other!" I informed the Ambassador in my sweet little voice, "There was a knock down drag out cat fight going on, so the ATV swerved a little. You didn't miss out on anything!"

Erica giggled loudly.

The Ambassador harrumphed and left to help out his staff by shouting orders at them, which made little if any sense.

I wiggled my way over to Gwen and Windy whereupon I commenced hugging both of the women trying to show that we all loved each other very much and shouldn't be fighting.

We did the quick microwave lunch thing again, while the other party did things the hard way.

When lunch was finished I decided that we needed to reorganize the seating arrangements for a change and had Gwen sit with me and shipped Erica up with Windy for a while. I didn't want Gwen to feel estranged from me.

"Hi Gwen, we haven't had a chance to sit together in a while. Have I been neglecting you?"

"You have been pretty busy lately. I didn't mind... much. Anyway I know you wanted to help Erica be more comfortable with who she is now..." Gwen sort of ran down.

"Darn! You should slap me, or something and get my attention. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you these past few days," I apologized

"No, it's okay, really. We better turn the comm. back on or the others will get worried," Gwen hesitantly reminded me.

"Before you do, I just need you to know how much I love you Gwen. You were my first love and you saved all of us by teaching us the feminine arts of Earth. I know I should tell you more often, but the ladies seem to like keeping me busy," I added.

"I love you so much Dolly. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings when I was kidding around before lunch."

"I was more worried for you than my feelings. Did she hit you really hard?"




Pea Pod



Slowly the velvet bed opened up, I felt the tendrils release my cock and both of the others pull out of my butts. The two on my nipples let go with a pop and a weird jiggle on my chest, and finally the tendril down my throat pulled out and I could breathe air on my own.

‘What the, hell happened?’ I thought, ‘the bush didn’t eat me, maybe I didn’t taste like the local natives and I was being spit out! Halleluiah, I’m free!’

I began to stand up and my chest fell almost into my lap!

I looked, and then screamed, “I’ve got boobs!”

I reached up to confirm what my eyes were telling me and grasping a nipple, which elicited a moan from my lips, a high-pitched, girly moan!

“Oh my God, I’ve been emasculated!” my high-pitched cheerleader voice cried out.

I tried to stand and nearly fell over. My center of gravity was way the hell off. When I finally got my big butt into the air, I pulled my torso erect with much difficulty, causing an incredible tit quake.

I tried to quell my frantic mind, telling myself, “Okay, this bush turned you into a woman with huge boobs, get hold of yourself there are other concerns here, like you are a naked woman alone in the jungle and if you start running your boobs are going to bounce like I don’t know what!”

I started perambulating back toward the path, “Oh shit, everything wiggles, jiggles or wobbles, how do women deal with all of this motion! I think I’m going to get sea sick!”

I noticed scraps of my clothing all around the plant so I carefully picked up what I could, without getting too close to that, that… ooh I don’t know how to express my loathing of that bush!

I took my scraps and first fashioned a sort of bra to keep my monster boobs from bouncing around so much and then a loin cloth to cover my… my… my cunt! Oh the degradation of it all.

I found my running shoes and was able to stuff bits of cloth into them to make them tight enough to tie onto my much tinier feet. They looked like clown shoes on me now, two or three inches too long. At least they protected my tender feet.

“Now that I look like a bustier version of Rachael Welch in 2000 BC, should I go back to the village or on to civilization?” I asked myself.

A tiny voice came to me through the trees, “Doog, Doog! Where you Doog?”

I could tell it was Meka, looking for me, “Over here Meka!” I couldn’t let her not find me. She must have been searching for the whole time I was missing. I could hear the tiredness in her tiny voice. It broke my heart to think of what I had done to her, and here she faithfully searches for me in the dangerous jungle. I’m slug spit!

“Where you Doog?” she called.

“Over here Meka,” I called back in my cheerleader voice.

“Oh Doog, bush got you,” she stated, as she approached and threw her arms around me, “poor Doog.” She held me tightly and squished my boobs wide between us as she consoled me.

“I’m sorry Meka. I wanted to go home. I didn’t want to leave you. It was very hard. Can you forgive me,” I cried.

“I sorry too Doog. You miss home,” she stopped, and shuddered a little as she too cried, “I should have help you go.”

That stopped me short. “What do you mean help me go?” I asked pulling back a little.

“I take you to big village. Can go home,” she explained, “I no want have no Doog,” she wailed.

I’m such a pig. This wonderful girl loves me so much and I abandon her, thinking only of my needs.

“I am sorry Meka. I wanted to take you along. Although, I did not want to take you from your home or your family,” I explained. I really wanted Meka but I thought it would be selfish to take her from her people, little did I know that it was selfish and wrong not to at least say goodbye.

“I stay with Doog?” she asked me.

“Meka, I am a woman now. You, still want to stay with, me?” I asked incredulously.

“I love Doog. Woman, man, I love Doog,” she clutched me as if she was afraid that I would evaporate if she let go.

“You, want to go to my country and give all of this up?” I tried to confirm her dedication.

“I go with Doog!” she stated emphatically, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“I love you Meka,” I told her.

“Come we go Doog house,” she stated emphatically.

I was instantly puzzled and figured that it was a language thing. She took my hand and led me down the trail.

We walked for perhaps a quarter mile and came upon an ancient Mayan ruin, “Come Doog, we go home!”

I started thinking that she wanted to set up housekeeping in, ‘This Ole Ruin.’

She led me into one of the inner chambers and said, “Stay here Doog.”

I waited while I saw her waving her hands and arms strangely in another room.

She returned and said, “We go now,” and took my hand. She walked us right up to a stone wall, then right through it and into my apartment.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

Meka looked, alarmed, “This is Doog home?”

“Oh my lord, yes! Meka how… how did you…” I stuttered, looking at her as if she had three heads.

“Meka not Earth,” she told me, confusing me even more. She continued, “Bush not Earth either.”

My mouth was open far enough that my jaw drug on the floor, “You, are not from Earth?”

She smiled and clapped her hands, “Yes, Meka not Earth.”

“I, was not on Earth?” I asked hesitantly.

She smiled and jumped up and down happily clapping again, “Doog right.”

I smiled and fainted dead away.

**********

I awoke to Meka’s smiling face, “Are you alright Doug? I think you fainted. I took the liberty of placing you into your bed. Then I discovered a wonderful device in your living room. Your television is a wonderful teaching tool. I also used your credit cards to order both of us appropriate clothing from the QVC channel, most stylish if I do say so myself.”

“Meka! You speak English! How…” I started.

“I believe, I have already told you Doug. I used your television to teach myself your language. Am I using it incorrectly?” she inquired, rather sophisticatedly.

“Come here and kiss me, smart ass,” I told her.

“My pleasure beautiful!” she agreed and stuck her tongue down my neck. She started caressing my breasts and then placed a hand between my legs, slipping a finger into my… other butt, just as the plant had.

‘Oh shit, the second half of my ecstasy in the plant… it had been, fucking me!’ I thought as other similarities started to make themselves apparent.

My cock was a little nubbin in the front of my new wet slit. It must be my clitoris!

“Oh… oh… ooh, oh Meka. Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop baby. Oh, fuck me baby, fuck me!” what the, hell am I saying? I sound like a slut!

“Ooh Doug, I love it when you beg! Come on sweetie. Cum for me baby,” she urged as she diddled the hell out of my sopping wet cunt.

“Oh God… Oh God… Oh GOD!” and I felt myself gush out of my new vulva.

“That was so cute, my little Dougie. How do you like orgasming as a woman?” she asked as she kissed my face up one side and down the other.

“I… I… I don’t believe… believe it could be like that!” I exclaimed lying there caressing up and down the curves of my own new body.

“I was surprised to find out that you like breast that big, when the genetic alteration bio-form released you,” she stated as she gently felt my gigantic breasts.

“What do you mean, ‘like breasts this big?’” I asked incredulously, using my little feminine hands to indicate the mammaries to which I referred.

“The bio-form changes you into your ideal woman, well actually just the body of your Ideal woman, it doesn’t change your mind. The mind that I fell in love with,” she kissed me making my girly body melt into shuddering puddles of feminine desire.

“Come on missy, you and I need a shower. I love the shower. I used it a while ago after you fainted and I think it is one of the greatest inventions of your civilization,” she stated emphatically.

“Don’t make your decision too quickly. There are more where that came from, wait until you slide into a Hot Tub!” I teased her.

“What is a Hot Tub?” she looked puzzled.

“I’ll show you later, after we go shopping and pick us up a couple bikinis,” I smiled at her and caressed her sides allowing my hands to enjoy the curves of her lithe body.

“I love it when you do that Doog,” she admitted, and a shudder trembled through her body.

“Ha, ha… you called me Doog, just like when we were back on your world. I still think it’s cute,” I giggled as I rubbed down her flat stomach.

“I know Doog, how much, ‘Doog like native girl’,” she giggled as she teased me.

“Shit girl, you’re making me as hot as a volcano. We better get in the shower before I ravish you right here,” I admitted as I held her close from behind, caressing her in all of the right places.

“Ooh Doog, ravish me, smother me in your beautiful breasts. Make me feel like a whole woman,” she crooned, knowing full well what she was doing to me.

Little did she know of my toy collection, but she was going to find out now, “Your wish is my command.” I started manipulating her clitoris as I walked her towards the headboard. By the time we arrived at the headboard she had already orgasmed once and I had to help support her weak kneed trek around the Serta Dream land awaiting us. (Sheep eat your hearts out!)

She fell into the bed grateful to be off her knees and somewhere she could spread her legs wide and offer herself up to me.

“Be patient my love, daddy is home and he is going to give you the fucking of your lifetime,” I told her as I finished donning the strap-on left behind by an old girlfriend. (Don’t ask!)

“Doog what?” she started as I squirted KY jelly all over her lovely vulva and my strap-on.

Her question disappeared into oblivion as the ecstasy of being, fucked by a boner that would never soften, enveloped her.

I banged my hips into her screaming body, Mons Veneris, to Mons Veneris, until she pleaded with me to stop before she lost consciousness.

“Oh Doog, you make love to me like never before,” she kissed me repeatedly all over my face.

“I’m sorry I can’t use a real cock on you my love. Is this a better invention than the shower?” I giggled as I teased her.

“God yes! I can’t wait until I can take some of them back to my sisters,” she stated excitedly.

“What!” I screeched dumfounded.

“Will you not allow me to take some of these back to your other wives?” she looked so disappointed and longingly at me, like she wanted to but if I told her no, she would do as I asked.

“Meka dearest, I would never deny you or ah… my other wives anything that was in my power to provide. Are you saying that you can return to your world? That I can return to your world?” I asked unbelievingly.

“At any time my husband desires,” she assured me.

“How?” I asked.

“Come with me sweetie,” she beckoned.

I followed her into the back room of my apartment. As I approached her, she took my arm and shoved it through the wall, pulling it back quickly, “See Doug, I have left the portal open. We may visit my world at will. I know that my sisters will go crazy if you bring to them, your marvelous girl penises, or some of the wonderful lingerie that I have bought for us. You will be the most popular of husbands in the village, even if you cannot give them sons any longer,” she assured me.

“What makes you think I cannot give them sons anymore?” I teased.

“My husband, it could be that lovely pussy between your legs, or those magnificent breasts that adorn your oh so feminine body,” she kissed me as she said this, so I would know that even though I was, as she claimed, that she still loved me.

“Silly girl, on my world we have what is known as artificial insemination. I could bring the sperm of many men to your world and give children to all of my loving wives. On the other hand, we can simply bring them here and get them, wildly fucked by hundreds of horny guys. Do you think they would like that?” I whispered into her ear.

“There are that many men here beloved?” she asked wide eyed.

“There are that many and more Meka. With some of my wives we could start our own escort service, make money to buy all of the things you would want for your world and get everyone of your sisters knocked up. To top it all off, we could provide a service to some of the men on my world who desire to become women, with all of their hearts,” I offered.

“There are really such men? Who would willingly sacrifice their manhood to become as we are?” she could not understand why someone would willingly do such a thing.

“Don’t worry my love, once you have experienced what is to be a beautiful woman in my world, you will begin to understand. Some men feel that they were born as the wrong sex and spend most of their lives unhappy. Some even have an operation that makes them look like women, though they could never have babies. They would give anything to have happen to them on purpose, what was forced upon me, including spending months on your world fucking the daylights out of all of our sisters,” I smiled as I nuzzled her ear.

“If you say it my dearest, I must believe it, though I find it so difficult to believe,” her hand came up and stroked my soft cheek.

“In that case Meka, I say I stink and need a shower. Do you believe me?” I giggled.

She made a grimace and said, “I was hoping you would say that, stinky, I didn’t want to mention it,” she held my face and kissed me again, “Let us go and hose you down. We must get dressed and go shopping!”

Once in the shower, while I was scrubbing Meka’s back I asked her hesitantly, “Meka, would you mind having another sister?” as I moved the louffa up, down, and all around.

“Are you trying to tell me that you already have a wife, Doug?” she froze in apprehension.

“No Meka, I do not have a wife, I did have a girl friend who was special to me. I do not know how she will react to me as a big boobed girl, but I hope she will at least help us,” I informed her, “we are going to have plenty to learn about being women in my society and if Gwen will agree, she would be a big help to the both of us.”

Meka, turned and held me close, “As long as she will not take you away from me, I would love to have another sister!” then she kissed me, “I was going to ask you if you knew any one who could teach us. I could teach you on my world, but some of the pretty undergarments that ladies wear here are very complicated. When you were sleeping, (I noticed that she did not say fainted.) I tried to wear a brassiere, but couldn’t figure out how to put it on, it is a very complex garment,” she informed me, big doe like eyes speaking her earnestness.

“At least, that is one womanly thing that I know how women wear. I had to figure out how to take them off of girls at a young age,” I giggled at her.

“You were a naughty boy,” she said as she dried off my tender skin, “Oh my that looks cold. Let me help.”

She had my nipple in her warm mouth almost before I could gasp in surprise, which turned to a gasp of pleasure.

“There that one has relaxed, but the other one needs my help,” she warmed my nipple on the other breast.

“I think you are going to have to dry my pussy off again, it seems to be drooling again,” I told her as I groped her C cup sized mammaries.

“Alright, I’ll stop. You will have me on my knees orgasming and we will never leave the shower,” she stopped her teasing.

Once out of the tub, I snapped up a pair of French cut panties and held them out for her to step in to. She moaned as I slid them up her legs.

“How do your women stand this? I think I will have to play with myself all day with these wisps of cloth hugging my sex,” she was panting heavily.

“I have often wondered myself Meka. But these are what women here wear,” I informed her, reaching for one of the bras that must be for her. (It was the small one.)

I helped her into it and adjusted everything as best I could.

“Oh Doug, this is a marvel! My breasts feel wonderful in this, like someone is walking behind me, their hands cupping and holding up my bosom. My sisters will be in heaven. You are going to bring such joy to them, there might be a statue made in the village square to honor you,” she teased, as she encapsulated my huge jiggly mammaries in a beautiful crimson bra. “This is making me soak my new panties, your breasts look totally delicious held in there.”

I looked at the new me in the bathroom mirror and swooned.

Luckily, Meka caught me, “Doug, are you sick?”

“That cannot, be me,” I told her pointing at the mirror.

Meka hugged me, “Yes Doug, that sweet sexy looking girl is you. You are the prettiest woman I know. When I see you all I can think of is making love to you.”

I have strawberry blonde hair, big green eyes, stand five foot nothing, and have giant tits. I could get top billing in any issue of Score magazine. “Gwen is not going to believe this is me! No way in the world!”

I thought about it a minute, “Meka I think we are going to have to trick Gwen to get her to come over here, so that we can convince her that I am me.”

“I can see the truth in that. What do you want me to do?” she asked.

I explained my plan to her.

**********

“Hello Gwen? My name is Meka. You don’t know me, but Doug Gordon asked me to call you. He was lost in the jungle for over a month and is very sick and needs your help.”

“What can I do?” she answered, “I’m not a nurse.”

“I don’t know either, he just keeps asking for you. I have been trying to nurse him back to health, but he claims that he needs to see you, and that is all that will be able to help him.”

“If you’re a nurse, then you certainly can do more for him than I can. Don’t get me wrong, I will help if I can, but I have no idea what I could do to help.”

“I’m not a nurse either Gwen. Doug’s mother sent me over to look after him. He won’t let me call an ambulance or take him to the hospital. Can you come to his place and help me convince him to get professional help?”

“That stubborn jerk! Yes, I’ll be over in twenty minutes and between the two of us, we might be able to beat some sense into him. I’ll see you soon Meka, bye.”

**********

“She is on her way Doug. I hate having to lie to her. Are you sure this is the only way?” she looked so remorseful sitting on the sofa, hands clasped sitting on her knees, pinning her navy blue skirt under them.

“I don’t want to do it either. Just imagine this phone call, ‘Hello this is Meka, Doug’s wife. He was, turned into a woman by a plant on another world. He wants to know if you will come over and help us be proper earth women.’ Do you think she would come over here or hang up on you and think you were nuts?” I explained.

“I think she would believe that I probably will be spending winter in a hollow tree,” she admitted.

Shortly afterward, there was a knock on the door.

Meka answered the door as we had planned, while I went into the bedroom.

“Hi, I’m Gwen. Are you Meka?” Gwen greeted her.

“Yes, I’m Meka. I am happy to meet you. Doug has told me so much about you,” Meka said as she gently shook Gwen’s hand.

“Well Doug never mentioned you I’m afraid. What did he say about me?” Gwen asked with an eyebrow raised, as she doffed her coat and handed it to Meka.

“Only that he cares for you deeply and needs your help very much,” she told her truthfully.

“Oh my, then he told you more than he ever admitted to me!” she was shocked that Doug would open up to this woman about their relationship, more than he ever had to her.

“So where is that headstrong fool,” she grumbled, arms folded in a defensive posture.

“Before you go in and see him, I think that I should prepare you for what you will see. Doug’s plane crashed in the jungle. He was hurt in the crash although not seriously and when he was well again he wandered off into the jungle only to be attacked by a plant no one in the civilized world has heard of yet. It changed him. So, try not to be too upset when you see him. Are you ready?” Meka explained holding Gwen’s hands and looking into her eyes as earnestly as she could.




Pea Pod



“This sounds crazy, and if I didn’t know that this is Doug’s apartment I would call the men with the long sleeved white coats that tie in the back, to come and pick you up sister,” Gwen told her, uncertainly.

“Doug, you can come out now,” Meka called to me.

I walked out wearing my black skirt, scarlet silk blouse, and two-inch pumps, unable to look Gwen in the eyes, “Hi Gwenie, it’s me, Doug.”

Gwen fainted dead away.

**********

“Wow, she’s really out!” Meka declared as she tried to rouse Gwen.

“Maybe we should put her in my bed. We can keep it dark in there so that when she does come out of it, there will only be dim images around her. Maybe that will keep it from hitting her in the face all at once,” I thought aloud.

“I like it,” Meka said as she picked Gwen up and carried her to the bed. I watched as Meka took off Gwen’s shoes, her dress, and then panty hose. “Doug, strip down to your undies and crawl in with us,” she told me with a sly smile.

“What are you up to?” I asked her as I complied, leaving all three of us close together in the bed.

“It is an old jungle remedy for shock. Laying with the victim will keep her warm and we can comfort her,” she told me as she spooned against Gwen. “Come on don’t be shy. I’ll bet you two have been closer than this!”

“Uh… I’m not taking that bet,” I told her as I hugged them both close to me. (Which is not all, that close when you remember how big my boobs are.)

“See if, you can wake her Doug,” she prompted.

“Gwenie, wake up. I need your help dear. Please wake up Gwen,” I pleaded as I gently shook her.

“Doug?” she mumbled dreamily, “Doug, who is that bimbo I saw in your apartment?”

“Meka, is not a bimbo, Gwen,” I said rather indignantly.

“Noooo, not Meka, the other one,” she asked, her eyes still closed.

I heard Meka giggling on the other side of Gwen as I told her, “I’m the bimbo Gwen, Doug.”

“Doug’s a man. Big dick swinging guy, not a bimbo,” she replied, as she was rolling over toward my voice.

“I was a big dick swinging guy. But I was attacked and now… Well now my girl friend, my lover, just called me a bimbo,” I couldn’t keep the little choking sound from my voice as the tears threatened to start soaking my pillow.

I watched as her eyes fluttered open, focused on me and she recanted, ‘I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called you a bimbo. Nevertheless, you can’t be Doug. He was taller and you don’t even look like him at all. Doug has red hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. Even if someone cut his dick off, stuffed gallons of hormones into him, and did extensive surgery, he wouldn’t look like you.”

Meka come to the rescue, “I saw it happen to him. That is the real Doug in front of you, fighting back her tears.”

“It just isn’t possible! Hey, wait a minute! What am I doing in bed with two strange women!” she exclaimed.

Meka sat up and told her, “It is an old jungle remedy for shock. You fainted and we thought that this would be the best way to bring you out of it.”

“Jungle remedy? This is Reno, Nevada, well just outside of Reno, anyway. There isn’t a jungle for a thousand miles!” she replied indignantly.

“That’s it Meka! Can we take her through the spare room and show her?” I sat up looking at Meka hopefully.

“No problem! Let’s all get dressed,” she hopped out of bed and started pulling on her clothes.

“You think I’m going anywhere with two strange women who are obviously more than half a bubble off plumb? You two are nuts!” Gwen jumped up and started quickly dressing.

“Don’t worry Gwen you won’t even leave the apartment,” I lied, as I finishing slipping, my high heels on.

When Gwen was dressed we led her to the spare room, both took her hands, and promptly walked all three of us through the wall.

“Ahhh!” Gwen screamed as she passed into the temple, “What the fuck just happened?”

“You are now in the jungle of my world,” explained Meka with a huge shit eating grin on her face, “and it is a hell of a lot farther than a thousand miles. Oh, and don’t faint, the floor is stone and very hard.”

We both had tight grips on her hands, “Are you two trying to make a fool of me? Big deal, you built a room in the next apartment that looks like a Mayan temple. You don’t fool me.”

Meka and I looked at each other and led Gwen outside into the lush green jungle, where she promptly fainted again.

Meka went back to the temple and brought out a bedroll and we lay back down with Gwen and gently brought her back to consciousness.

“Gwenie, wake up it’s me, Doug the bimbo, wake up and smell the jungle,” I giggled at my own silliness.

“Doug? Your voice sounds strange. Have you been into the helium again?” she mumbled.

I giggled even more and told Meka, “If I breathed in helium now, only dogs would be able to hear me!”

“Doug, I had the strangest dream, you were a little blonde who was all boobs. You and another woman walked me through a wall into a jungle. Isn’t that wild?” she said sleepily as consciousness returned.

“Too bad it wasn’t a dream, Gwen,” I told her and kissed her lips.

“Mmmph!” Gwen’s eyes were as big as golf balls, “you kissed me!”

“You make it sound like it was the first time, Gwenie. I’ve been kissing you for more than two years,” I told her looking straight into her eyes.

“Doug? Is that really you in there?” she started to finally realize we had been telling her the truth.

“Yes dear, it is me. See Meka I knew this would work,” I lifted myself up on my little arm, my chest bouncing, hither, and yaw.

“Jesus, Doug you sure have yourself a pair! You always did like them big!” then she gave me a dirty grin, “how do you like having them yourself?”

“To tell you the truth Gwenie, I like them even better on me than on another women,” I grinned back.

“You haven’t had them very long, wait until you get back aches and discover they are in your way all of the time,” she insisted, as she started to stand back up.

“I think that is a small price to pay for the orgasmic pleasure I get when they are sucked on,” I told her as I kissed her lips again.

Meka jumped in with, “Hey, why does she get all of the kisses? I’m your wife too!”

“You’re married! Doug, how could you!” she started clouding up and readied her self to run away.

“So are you, Gwen,” Meka interjected, “here, I am a priestess and I declare you married to Doug and me!”

“What?” both Gwen and I declared as we scrambled to our feet.

“I must explain. Gwen when I saved Doug from the airplane crash, I yanked him through the portal into the temple, or he would have died in the Amazon, just as my father/mother would have. Back then my other mother was the priestess, who saved him/her. He too impregnated my mother but eventually, the genetic alteration bio-form took his manhood away, when I was only five years old. He was a wonderful mother though and I loved her very much, she was the one who taught me to speak a little English,” she informed us both.

Gwen was giving me a look like, ‘you knew all this?’

“This is the first time she ever told me this part. I swear Gwen!” I held my right hand over my heart and my left in the air, except my right hand had actually grasped my nipple.

Gwen thought that was, just about the funniest thing she ever saw, and apparently so did Meka, just my luck to screw up like that at a time like this.

“If I didn’t believe you before Doug, I do now! Any woman who has tits that big would know to put her hand on her upper chest for the over the heart part,” she came over to me and hugged me to say she was sorry. Nevertheless, just to rub it in she, cupped my nipple saying, “I forgot you told me that you like how these feel, didn’t you. Maybe you were just groping yourself for the thrill.”

That proved to be a mistake because my knees went all rubbery and I wound up back on the bedroll.

“Oh God Doug, I’m sorry! Wow, they really are sensitive,” she bent over to help me back up.

“Has anyone got a cigarette?” I asked, trying to stand back up and focus my eyes.

“Was it good for you?” Meka asked once I was on my feet again.

“I’m in love with my new wife… and my first wife too!” this time, I remembered to include Meka, to make up for kissing Gwen twice already, I kissed Meka first.

She remembered to support me when she stuck her tongue down my neck.

When I could focus my eyes again, I kissed Gwen, expecting a quick peck, but she wrapped her arms around me, squeezing my boobs tight between us, and she cleaned my, tonsils! That girl has a tongue longer than some guy’s cocks!

“Why don’t we finish her off later. Right now, I want to show you one of the plants that did this to Doug,” she beckoned us to follow her.

Gwen wasn’t moving.

“Uh, Meka!” I called to get her attention.

“What? Aren’t you coming?” she stood on the trail ahead of us, fists on hips.

Gwen was standing beside me, hands on hips, and yelled back, ‘You’re crazy if you think I’m going off in this jungle to look at a man-eating plant!”

“Why? They don’t eat men. They eat their maleness! You two don’t have any maleness, so they won’t bother with you. Come on,” she did the come-hither arm motion, and turned to start up the trail.

Gwen and I looked at each other, shrugged, and followed her. A hundred feet or so we caught up with her and she led us off the trail twenty or thirty feet until I recognize the blossom that looked like a woman, “That’s one of those suckers, I recognize the lure!”

“Only now the scent will not effect you like it did before, they produce a very powerful pheromone, which will draw any male near, straight to it,” she informed us, “we use the scent in our chocolates to make the men of our village amorous beyond their control.”

“I can attest to that! That stuff is like super Viagra! I was so horny I would have made love to a traffic cone!” I admitted. “If we brought some back with us, we could put Pfizer, out of business.”

“We can bring as much as you want. As long as we can provide for my village what we need so much,” she promised, with an earnest expression on her face.

Gwen bit first, “What do your people need?”

“Sperm! Lots, of sperm, Doug was only able to impregnate ten of our women before he… she… well you know what I mean,” she declared looking down at her small hands as she fretted a small twig.

“You knocked up ten women, and were, going to run out on, them?” Gwen was livid as she looked angrily into my face.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, Meka spoke up, “We never told Doug that he was a father. I didn’t speak much English then, and the ladies and I just kept stuffing mints into him. We have so few males now, and we frantically needed to get as many of us pregnant as we could. Doug only did as we wanted, and as his body had to.”

“I am sorry I did not try harder to tell you Doug.”

“Gwen, I think that Doug believed that he was still in the jungles of the Amazon. He never knew that no matter how far he walked, he would not have ever found any more people here.”

“These plants have almost wiped out all of the people of our world, and worst of all we brought it upon ourselves. Down in the vegetation overrun cities, where once my people thrived, a scientist created these plants long ago. They were supposed to genetically recondition people vastly extending our lives, but the plants mutated and began thriving off, of the Y chromosome. Now they will extend life but only for males, and only once. Doug is now almost ten years younger than when the plant attacked.”

When she was finished, all Gwen and I could do was stand there with our mouths open.

Meka brought us back to our senses by prompting, “Come let us return to Doug’s apartment. We have much to do.”

Gwen and I just followed her in silence. We entered the temple and walked out into my living room.

“Other than marrying me to you two, why did you call?” Gwen chided, as we took seats and made ourselves comfortable.

“Oh shit! Where are my manners? Can I get either of you anything to eat, or drink?” I stood up ready to go to the kitchen.

“Doug, you have been missing for over a month, and before that you were on assignment in Brazil. Do you actually have anything in your refrigerator?” Gwen knew me so well.

“Better than that, I have freshly made groceries!” I scurried to my stash of food that I had brought with me. There were some of those weird fruits, which reminded me of grapes the size of softballs, some of the jerked meat, which Meka had been feeding me, a jug of that unreal brandy, and forty or fifty pieces, of chocolate mints. I grabbed three snifters and small plates, put everything on a tray including knives, and presented it to my guests.

“Doug, what is this? I’ve never seen anything like them,” Gwen marveled as she picked up a grape.

“Be’ Chu,” supplied Meka, “very tasty, and they’re good for you.”

“I never knew what they were called, but I love them! Try the jerky too,” I tempted her with a hunk, while Meka helped her self.

“Good selection Doug, everything here lasts a long time without going bad. Here, Gwen, try the chocolate,” Meka handed her a piece.

“Are you trying to get me into bed?” Gwen had already heard about this chocolate.

“Don’t worry Gwen, the only effect it has on women is to make you incredibly attractive to men, and that only lasts an hour,” Meka informed us both.

Gwen bit into one of them, “Mmmm, this in wonderful. Look out, Hershey’s.”

“Thank you, the mark on them is mine so this is one of my own batches. This was a good idea Doug, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was,” she leaned over and kissed my cheek. “We need to answer Gwen’s question though, why we need her. I will bet that she has a pretty good idea anyway.”

“Gwen, it should be painfully obvious to you,” I started, “that we have no idea how to be women back here on dear old planet Earth. Neither Meka, nor I know the first thing about styles of dress, make-up, lingerie, shoes, hairstyle, etiquette, and in my case, feminine hygiene.”

“Oh, girl lessons! That makes sense,” she agreed. “If I’m your wife now this should be fairly easy. It is a good thing that you have a California King mattress, or else there wouldn’t be room for both of your wives you, bigamist you. When do I move in? Ooh, and what do you want me to teach you first?” Gwen was in fine form.

“I promised Mrs. Doug that we would go shopping after you got here, and I hate to disappoint the little woman,” Meka told her then wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

“In that case we had better get you both dressed for the public, follow me ladies,” with that said, Gwen marched into the bedroom.

“Judging by what I saw earlier, you two have figured out panties, and to some extent bras. We need to get you two into pantyhose, the outfits can go back on after that later,” she tossed a package to Meka and one to me. “I am going out to my car and bring in my overnight bag and make-up case. When you put the pantyhose on, be sure to bunch them up until you can just poke your toes in, and then un-bunch them as you draw them up your legs. Be careful and don’t pull on them hard, or you will put your finger through them.”

Gwen left us to wrestle our pantyhose, while she went to her car.

Once I had them on the little light in my head went on, and I began to quicken my pace and dressed quickly, “That goof! I’ll be right back Meka,” since she, was several stages behind me, “I have to go help Gwen. The stuff she is bringing was hard for me to carry when I was a big strapping man. It will take at least three of four trips. That woman packs for a full week when she visits!”

I scooted out the door, past the suitcase that was already waiting at the door, and out to catch Gwen at her car, “Need a hand beautiful?”

She did her Southern Bell impression, “Wha ma deah are you trahin to pick lil ole me up?”

“No way, you are bigger than I am now. I just thought you could use some help with carrying all of this stuff!” I admitted, as I took her make-up case and another small case, “And since you are so big and strong, you can take the big suitcase,” I giggled my head off, usually I was the big and strong one, and would carry the heavy stuff. This time, Gwen packed it, she carries, it!

We both trotted to my apartment together, and I asked her, “Is this all of it?”

“Yes, we have it all, why?” she looked at me suspiciously.

“I was wondering why you packed so light this time is all,” I said as I tried to maintain an innocent expression, but was failing miserably.

“Wow, it sure is you, in there Doug. If you really were a girl, you would know that I brought only the barest, essentials,” she admonished me.

When we reached my front door, it was, closed, and locked. The little light on top of my head came on and I remarked, “Shit, I don’t have my keys!”

“Don’t worry Doug, I brought mine, I had to use them to open my car,” she explained, “usually they reside in my purse, which is on your end table at this particular time. No worry though, Meka is still in there and would open the door if we knocked.” She whipped out her key and gained us access to my abode.

“You better go and get your plastic Doug, your whole wallet for that matter and drop it in my purse, then meet me in the bathroom,” she trotted off with her make-up case, leaving all of the others in the living room.

I stuffed my wallet into Gwen’s purse, then grabbed a couple of her bags, which I could barely lift, and waddled them into the bedroom, where they could be unpacked and permanently put away in the closet and dressers.

When I popped into the bathroom, Meka was sitting on a chair that was normally in my bedroom, while Gwen was applying her war paint.

“This isn’t going to be exactly right. You have darker skin than either of us, so most of my make-up will not be right for you, but we’ll make do,” she informed Meka as she was just applying the finishing touches, “we will stop at the Estée Lauder, counter in the mall and have them help pick out the right color tones for you. Oh, hi Doug, and you too.”

“She will be done… now. Okay Meka take a look and tell me if you like it,” Gwen spun Meka toward the mirror.

“Is that, me? I look like the women on the television,” she marveled.

Gwen used a hand towel to flick pretend hair off of the chair and hollered, “Next victim!”

I gulped hard, and sat down in front of her saying, “Be gentle it’s my first time.” I was panting so fast that I was becoming, light headed.

“Relax silly, it’s just a little make-up,” she started with the foundation, and went on from there. When she was finished, I wanted to fuck me.

“I don’t know if I want to go with you two, now,” Gwen told us, “with you two along, I’ll be the ugly one,” she bemoaned her own good work.

“Don’t worry Gwen there will be plenty of leftovers,” I teased as I stood and inspected her work again.

She slapped my ample ass in retribution, “Quit gawking at yourselves, and let’s get on with it.”

We all marched out to Gwen’s car and spent hours shopping, buying clothed, underwear, dresses, blouses, skirts, slacks, shoes, purses, make-up, and even feminine protection.

On our way home Gwen dragged us through a grocery where we picked up two hundred bucks in groceries, and yes bagboy, we wanted help out with that!

It took us a dozen trips each to unload Gwen’s SUV. We put away the groceries, but all agreed that we were too bushed to do it all.

Meka and I stumbled into the bedroom, with Gwen lagging behind a few seconds. When she caught up with us, she had two baby doll nighties in her hands, “You lovelies might want to put these on. You are going to look so hot, but not until you march into the bathroom and remove that make-up ladies.”

“Oh, do we have to,” I moaned like a nine year old.

“Jump to it girls or no sex tonight,” she clapped her hands sharply in a motherly fashion. She followed us in and showed us the miracle of cold cream.




Pea Pool



Introduction: How many of you have ever played Pea Pool? Or maybe Pill Pool or Kelly Pool? It's a fun game that was once outlawed in the State of Wisconsin. This story involves two couples having fun with a pool table in one of their basements. Warning though...the game gets a little complicated because the players have secret balls that the others are trying to shoot (into pockets of course). The winner gets to chose someone to spend seven minutes in heaven with anyone they chose. Don't get too bogged down on whose ball is whose. Just enjoy the story for what it is. You've asked for more couples playing games. All rights reserved. Enjoy. 

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Tim got a sweet deal on the pool table from a neighbor across the street that was downsizing and didn't have enough room to take it with him. His wife agreed to buy it as long as Tim fixed up their basement to house it. His best friend Mark, who lived a few blocks away with his wife Millie, helped him take the table apart, move it in pieces and put it all back together. 

Mark and Tim played almost every night for a few weeks and then the women started joining them. Tim's wife Tess was tall and athletic whereas Mark's wife Millie was shorter with nice proportional curves. The friendly games soon became more serious as they all got better and better. At first they bet only a dollar or two per game but as the tensions increased so did the bets. 

"How about we raise the stakes?" Tim asked the other three who were drinking wine and beer. 

"I think we are betting enough," Tess said worried that the games would cause friction because the money bet was getting too high. Since it was summer and the basement was warm they all wore loose shorts and tee shirts. 

"What else can we bet?" Tim asked with a sly grin. 

"Don't even start with strip games again," Tess quickly said knowing that her husband wanted to see and touch Millie's round breasts. 

"I think that's a great idea," Mark added. He too wanted to see Tess' long slinky legs and cute butt. 

"That figures," Millie chuckled. "But I'm not about to strip naked and play pool." 

"What if we have a few choices? You know like maybe kiss, finish all your drink or remove something?"

"It does give you an out." Tim jumped in. 

Both Millie and Tess were already feeling good from the wine they already had. "What are the rules?" 

"Simple. We all take number pills that correspond to the number of the balls you have. Each woman has four items of clothing; I think you both are wearing bras, so you will pick four pills. 

"And we have on three articles of clothing so we only get three pills," Tim smiled. 

They had all played pill pool but Tess wanted to repeat the rules. "So we play rotation pool where we have to go in order from one to fifteen. If one or more of our balls are made then...then we have to do one of those things Tim mentioned. We won't play the part about making your own balls." 

"Right this is just making someone else's ball. There's fifteen balls so we will have an extra ball," Mark said feeling his manhood getting excited. 

"I'll take the eight ball pill out. If someone makes it then it means that we uh...have to kiss." 

"I'm not kissing Mark," Tim said firmly. 

"But you would like it if I kiss Millie," Tess laughed. 

"What kind of kisses?" Millie asked looking at Tim wondering how good a kisser he was. 

"A real kiss," Mark added. "Wet and deep." He too glanced at Tess' lips wondering how soft and hot they would be. 

The women didn't really want to strip naked but didn't mind kissing another man especially one that they knew and liked being around. "OK, I'm game," Tess giggled. 

Millie peeked at Tess' hard nipples pushing out her beige tee shirt and then down at her own. "OK, but if you guys try to do more then the game is over." 

"Deal," Mark said excited that they got their wives to play an adult game. 

Tim took the balls and racked them with the 1 ball in the front, the 8 ball in the middle, the 2 ball on one corner of the triangle and the 3 ball on the other corner. Who wants to break?" 

"Pills first," Mark said shaking the pill container. He turned it upside down in his left hand and squeezed the first pill. They took turns until all the pills were out. Millie got the 8 ball pill and put it aside before taking another one. 

They all looked at their pills and put them aside so no one else would know their numbers. 

"I'll break," Tim grinned. The order of shooting was Tim, Mark, Millie and Tess. 

They all stood nervously as the taller Tim took his time lining up his shot. His hand on the cue stick flew backward and then quickly forward. The white cue ball smacked into the 1 ball hard. It seemed that balls went everywhere. They all heard a ball fall into the corner pocket and then one in the side pocket. Two balls were already in. 

Mark pulled out the ball from the side pocket and held it up. "Who has the 6 ball?" 

Tess sighed and raised her hand. "Me. How long do we kiss?" She looked at Mark. 

Tim was shocked that his normally conservative wife would think about kissing Mark first. "She's bluffing," he laughed. 

Actually Tess was bluffing until she heard her husband's laughter. "How long?" "A minute," Millie answered. If Tess broke the kissing barrier then she could do it next without hesitation. 

"OK then I'll kiss Mark," she blushed. She put her pool stick against the table and moved his way. He met her by the corner and they stopped. "Who is timing us?" 

"I will," Millie answered. She looked at the second hand on her watch and yelled, "GO!" 

Tess, being almost as tall as Mark had no issues lining up her lips with his. They kept some air between their bodies and leaned forward until their mouths touched. Mark's eyes opened when he felt her tongue force into his lips. 

"Fuck," Tim whispered when he saw his wife's lips open up and her tongue dash into his best friend's mouth. He thought he would be jealous but instead it was very hot and he knew that he would soon be doing the same to Millie. 

Mark let her be the aggressive because it was new to him. Normally he had to start sex with his wife and he normally took the lead in kissing and touching. Her tongue explored into his lips, around his tongue and back as far as she could reach. 

"Thirty seconds," Millie said as she too was getting excited as much as Tess was. 

Mark felt her keeping back from him and decided to take charge. His right hand moved around her waist and pull until her pointed perky nipples jabbed into his chest. He thought he heard her moan as he pressed his excited manhood into her stomach. 

"TIME'S UP" Mille cried out. When Mark moved back she saw what he was jabbing into Tess's tummy. 

"OK the next ball made is a 7," Tim announced. 

"That's me," Mark grinned. He glanced at Tess. 

"Again?" She giggled. 

"I'm not liking this game," Tim groaned as his wife moved back into Mark's arms. 

"Uh go," Millie said too late because the two didn't hesitate this time moving together and kissing with open mouths. She saw Tess start rubbing her thigh against Mark's hard bulge and wondered how long he will last. 

Time flew for Mark and Tess and dragged for Tim and Millie. When Millie yelled time was up Mark had almost climaxed and Tess' panties were soaked. "Whew," Mark grinned. "You can really kiss," he smiled at Tess who walked back to her stick. 

"You're still shooting," Mark said noting that Tim's ball was trapped behind a bunch of balls and he didn't have a chance hitting the one ball. 

Tim broke up the pile and saw a couple of balls hanging next to a cup. He knew things were going to get hotter. Mark was next and couldn't make the one ball because it was one of his balls but he could use it in a combination shot. He barely nicked the one ball, which moved to the side and tapped in the 11 ball. 

"That's Mine!" Millie said excited. 

"You're not supposed to be happy when someone makes one of your balls," Mark grinned knowing what she was going to do. 

"Well I get to chose and I want to kiss Tim." 

"Who would have thought?" Tess smirked. "I'll keep time." She waited until they were hugging and yelled, "Go!" 

Tim and Millie were both shorter so they too lined up evenly. Since their spouses had already crossed the frenching line they quickly kissed and opened their lips. 

Millie was happy that Tim was not forceful. She felt her soft pillows flatten against his strong chest knowing that he could feel her excited and very hard nipples. His cock was also hard against her stomach and she wasn't shy to begin rubbing her lower body against it. A minute flew by for them. 

"Time," Tess grinned. 

It was Mark's turn to shoot again so he purposely scratched by making the 1 ball and the cue ball at the same time. It meant his 1 ball would come back up and be spotted. 

"I wonder whose ball that is?" Tim laughed. The women didn't get it. 

It was Millie's turn so she spotted the cue ball and aimed to smack the 1 ball into the 5 ball near the corner pocket. The ball dropped easily. "Whose owns the 5 ball?" 

"I do," Tess grinned. 

"Again?" Millie asked noting that she was looking at Mark. 

"Yes...if it's ok with Mark." 

"Definitely," he said moving into her arms again. They didn't wait for the go.. Again the bodies pressed together but this time their hands started moving up and down their backs. His fingers fell dangerously past her waistline until they felt the top of her ass crack. Both were breathing raggedly when Millie told them the time was up. 

"What happens when you are out of balls?" Tim asked. 

"You're out of the game," Mark grinned. "And I think that the winner of the game gets seven minutes in heaven with the person of his choice. And what happens in heaven stays in heaven." 

"That changes things a little," Tess said. "How about we have a way to bring one of our balls back out?" 

"Good idea," Tim said. "So far it is just kissing so in order to bring out one of your balls you have to remove an article." He thought the women would object but they barely blinked. "Whose shot is it?"

"Mine," Millie grinned as she looked for the 1 ball. It wasn't her ball so she wanted to get it out of the way. She nor Tim saw their spouse standing together or saw Mark's right hand around Tess' waist. They stood back while his hand moved lower and lower until he cupped her left buttock. 

"Shit," Mark thought as he finally got to touch the ass of his dreams. He could feel her bikini panties through the soft cotton shorts as he watched his wife line up to make the 1 ball. 

"Bingo!" She smiled before pulling the stick back and blowing on the end like it was a gun. "Who has the 1 ball?" 

"I do," Mark said pulling his hand quickly away before Tim and Millie saw where it had been. Mark knew that he would have only one ball left if the one ball stayed down. "I'll take off my shirt." 

"Alright!" Tim cried seeing clothing removed for the first time. Both Mark and he had kept themselves in great shape and they had all seen the men already at the beach without a shirt. Never the less taking off the shirt crossed them over another line. Tim brought the 1 ball back on top of the table since Mark removed some clothing.

"Look his nipples are hard," Tess giggled as she reached over and gently pinched his right nip. 

"Hey, do I get to do that to you?" Mark joked looking down at her rigid tips pushing out the front of her tee shirt. 

"No," Millie said quickly. "So I keep shooting." She didn't have a good shot at the one but needed to break up three balls near the side bumper. She smacked the 1 ball hard into them and saw them scatter. They watched the 15 ball slowly roll all the way across the table and plop into the corner hole. "Who owns the 15?" 

"It's mine," Tim grinned. Since he had two balls left he wanted to taste Millie's tongue again. "I'll kiss Millie." 

As the two moved together their lips touched and opened before Tess said to go. Their eyes were closed and didn't see Mark's hand fall back onto Tess' ass. She continued looking at the second hand on her watch as if another man wasn't caressing her bum. The kiss had another fifteen seconds when Mark's fingers moved under her butt and through her legs. She tried to squeeze him out but his middle finger wormed over her moist pussy lips. "Stop," she gasped as she reached back and pulled his hand away. 

He grinned. "You're wet," he whispered. 

"And you have a hard-on," she whispered back looking down at his projectile. From the size of it she figured that the two men were both about 6 inches hard. Both were distracted and didn't realize their spouses had been kissing for over two minutes. "OK TIME'S UP." 

Millie reluctantly pulled her tongue from his lips where he had been sucking on it. She wiped her mouth onto her wrist and tried to bank the 1 ball in the side pocket. It hit the side of the pocket and bounced away a few inches. "Damn." 

"Ha-ha," Mark laughed. "Are you trying to get me naked?" 

"Maybe I'm trying to get you out of the game so I can go to heaven," she smiled back. 

Having seven minutes alone with another person besides their spouse was weighing heavily on their minds. The way that Mark said it about what happens in heaven stays in heaven meant that anything goes. As Tess lined up her shot at the 1 ball she wanted to make it so Mark would undress or kiss her again. She made it. "Kiss, drink or clothing?" 

"Well I've only got my shorts and boxers but if I kiss then I lose another ball. What the hell?" 

The others didn't think he would do it but when he pushed down the elastic waistband of his shorts they all gasped when they saw his hard-on shape in his boxer briefs. The game had again taken an upward turn. Tim brought the 1 ball back up and spotted it. "You're still shooting honey," he said to Tess. 

She didn't have another shot at the one but tried to kiss off of it and make the 2 ball. The 2 ball went in and then the cue ball after it. "That's mine," Millie frowned. 

Mark laughed. "Thanks for telling us honey because it comes back out since Tess scratched." 

It was Tim's shot again and he wanted his wife out of the game so he would eliminate her from the seven minutes in heaven. He knew what balls he had and that Mark had the 1 ball and Millie the 2 ball. It meant that Tess had one of five balls. He hit the 1 ball into the pack and watched as two of his own balls fell into the holes. "FUCK!" 

"Sounds like these are yours," Mark laughed holding up the 3 and 10 balls. "So you can pay two penalties or remove some clothing to keep your balls on the table." 

"That sounded so funny," Tess giggled. She had finished her third glass of wine and was feeling no pain. 

Tim knew that Mark had caused some sexual tension with the girls and wanted to keep it going. "I'll drink and remove my shorts." 

Tess mostly kept checking out Mark's bulge until Tim did the same. In loose boxers his cock was already hard and was pushing out the front. "You guys better be careful with those," she giggled. "They might go off." 

"Since you made some balls you keep going," Mark said to Tim before placing the 10 ball back on the table. 

Tim had an easy shot at the 1 ball that was lined directly up with the 2 ball in front of it. "I think I'll make two that are not mine." They watched as he hit the 1 ball, which hit the 2 ball, and the two moved together until they dropped into the corner pocket. "1 ball and 2 ball." 

"Well you know I have the 1 ball," Mark said. 

"And I have the 2 ball," Millie confessed. "I'll kiss Tim." She wanted to feel his almost naked body against her own. 

"And I'll kiss Tess," Mark said putting down his pool cue. 

Tongue kissing with clothes on is different than when bare skin is thrown into the mix. Only the thin bras and tee shirts stood between the women's breasts and the guy's bare chests. Down below the women could actually feel the shapes and dimensions of the guy's cocks. No one bothered to look at the second hand before their bodies crushed together and their lips and tongues went to work. 

Mark shifted just enough for his hard-on to push directly into Tess' covered pussy. 

"Ohh," she moaned while opening her legs more to feel the crown against her clit. She wanted to reach down and touch it but knew they had to keep playing the game. 

Mark felt her hands moving on his bare back and peeked over her body at Tim's ass where Millie was caressing and squeezing it. From the position he was at he couldn't see where Tim's left hand was and what it was doing. 

Millie was happy to just allow Tim to rub his hard-on against her stomach so when he lifted his left hand and moved it upward she tensed up. She made eye contact with her husband just as Tim's fingers found her right breast. She was afraid that Mark would see but when she looked his way again his eyes were closed as Tess rubbed against his manhood. 

Neither couple wanted to stop because it felt so hot kissing at the same time. What one couple would do the other couple quickly copied. It was actually Tim who pushed back. "I think a minute is up." 

All four were on sexual overload when they separated. They all thought about calling it a night and hurrying to their bedrooms to fuck their spouse. But at the same time they wanted to proceed with this new feeling a little bit more. 

For the next ten minutes they continued playing until they all had only one ball left. If someone made their ball and they refused to remove any clothes they would be out of the game and out of going into the 7 minutes in heaven room. 

It was obvious now that The 10 ball was Tim's, the 9 ball Mark's, the 13 ball Millie's, and the 14 ball Tess'. The eight ball was still on the table but they all tried to use it for combinations. It was Millie's shot so she banked the eight ball on three cushions until it tapped the 14 ball into the hole. 

"First female undies about to be shown," Tim chuckled at his wife. 

"Well I'm not quitting now," Tess said nervously before grabbing the bottom of her tee shirt and pulling upward. 

Neither woman came prepared to be showing their underwear so neither of them wore their newest sexiest selections. As Tess' pink plan bra appeared so did the long bumps of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles. She blushed and tossed the shirt aside. "Bring my 14 ball back up." 

Mark's eyes were locked on her chest while Tim brought his wife's ball back to the top. Millie smiled and missed as she tried to make it again off the eight ball. 

"You bitch," Tess joked. "Are you trying to get me naked?" 

"No just out of the game," Millie grinned. But now it was Tess' turn to shot. 

"In that case I think I can make the 14 ball which they knew was Millie's." Tess took aim and the ball bounced around the side pocket before it fell in. 

Tim moved closer to the table as Millie turned facing the other way and pulled off her shirt. Her bra was also plain and being white showed her large nipples through the thin cups. Plus her breasts seemed to overflow the too tight and too small bra. "Jeez," Tim whispered. 

Mark put Millie's ball back onto the table and wondered just how far everyone was willing to go. So far no one seemed to be backing down. "Tess shoots again." 

The eight ball was in front of a pocket so she decided to get rid of it. Since her 14 ball was the biggest number it meant it would be shot at last. "Eight ball kissing time," she giggled. When the eight ball fell into the pocket they moved together again but this time the women were wearing bras. 

"Ummm," Tim moaned feeling the hard points of Millie's tits into his bare chest. Also suddenly their kisses became hotter and wetter. Tongues were being sucked and hands were roving over bare backs and down over bums. 




Pea Pool



Five minutes flew by until Mark pushed back. "Stop...I think we need to uh...go back to the game." 

The others were confused until they saw the damp pre-cum spot on his underwear. He was about to cum and didn't want to be embarrassed. 

Tess smiled when she saw the 9 ball lined up to go in. "I think we need to find out who the chickens are," she said as she leaned over the table and hit in the 9. They all looked at Mark who looked at Millie. Suddenly the tension in the air was thick with sex. Would Mark take off his boxer briefs? "If I do this then we finish the game and no one can quit." 

"I'm in," Tim quickly added. He looked at Tess who had made the 9 ball. "Well dear?" 

Tess took a deep breath. "If I don't do this I'll always wonder how it would have been." They all looked at Millie who was red with excitement. 

"OK." 

All eyes suddenly turned to Mark who like Millie turned and faced away. He grabbed the waistband and pushed the underwear down over his pure white ass. They fell to his feet where he kicked them off and turned around. 

"Oh my God," Tess gasped seeing his six-inch hard pink cut cock pointing up at her. Her hand covered her mouth because it was the only the second hard one she had seen. Since Mark's hair was dark his pubic growth was thick and dark. 

"OK, let's play," Mark grinned as he stood proudly displaying his rocket. 

Tess wanted to get rid of Tim, which meant that she needed to make his 10 ball. 

"Hit the 9 ball into the 10 ball by hitting the cushion here," Mark said pointing to a spot across from the 10. 

"Hey, that's not fair," Tim complained. 

"I think it is," Tess said seriously as she took aim at the spot. It was the best shot she had ever made. The cue ball struck the 9 ball, which bounced off the cushion and hit the 10 ball perfectly. Mark took it out and held it up. "Game over or are you going to take off your boxers?"

Millie stayed quiet through all of this. She had never figured the game would get this far. Her husband was displaying his hard-on and soon their best friend would be displaying his. She knew her panties were soaked and hoped that they would not find out how much. 

"Hell if Mark can do it so can I," Without turning around he pushed down his boxers and his six-inch, but quite a bit thicker than Mark's, popped outward. 

Things were quiet now as Tess pulled the 10 ball back on the table. "What happens if your ball is made and you are already naked?" 

"You lose," Tim said hoping that the bras would come off before that happens. 

"So your shot again dear," Tim said to Tess. "Don't miss because Mark and I are going to clear Millie and your balls." 

It was enough to cause her to miss. "Fuck!" 

"Getting nervous honey," Tim said moving to take the next shot. He knew he could put Mark out by making the 9 ball directly but wanted the women to strip. "Combination 9 ball into the 14." His shot did just that. 

"Take something off," he grinned at his wife. 

"OK smart ass," she said unsnapping her shorts and pushing them down over her matching plan pink bikini panties. She managed to keep her legs closed so they wouldn't see her damp spot. 

Tim put it back on the table. "You have a good bank shot at Millie's ball." 

"I see it," Mark grinned. The 9 ball banked off the side rail and knocked in the 13 ball. They all looked at Millie who thought about taking off her bra. 

"The shorts," Mark grinned. He noticed that Tim's hard-on was pointing upward now. 

"Maybe...maybe not," she smiled before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. As she pulled the straps from her shoulders and arms she managed to keep her hands on her bare titties. 

"Not fair," Tim complained. 

"She can do it until she has to shoot," Tess said worried that the men would soon have her naked as well. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Millie asked Mark. They all knew that some serious things would be happening soon. 

"The game all the way," Mark said not sure if he could watch his wife being touched or even fucked by another man. 

"All the way," Tim added looking at Tess who seemed to agree. 

Tim spotted Millie's 13 ball back on the table and looked for the 9 ball. It was on the far end of the table and he didn't have a good shot. "I'm going to give it a ride." 

They watched the yellow ball fly around the table until it hit the 14 ball, which bounced from one end to the other before stopping in front of the corner pocket. "Damn." 

"Ha..ha," Tess giggled. But then she realized that Mark was next. "I spoke too soon." Seconds later her ball fell into the pocket. "If I don't want to do this then what happens?" Her fingers played with the elastic of her pink panties. 

"You're out and it leaves Mark, Millie and I to determine who wins and gets into the heaven room," Tim grinned. 

She looked at Mark and at his rigid cock. "I'll do it." 

"Shit," Mark whispered when she pushed the thin pink silk over her stomach, over her neatly shaved bush and pink puffy pussy lips. The undies caught on the damp spot and jerked away when she pushed them off the way off. 

Only Millie had on clothes. But moments later her 13 ball fell into the corner pocket. She didn't say anything while she pushed down her shorts. She too had worn comfortable BVD type panties. They all could see that the blonde hair on her head was not the same that was behind her thin panties. 

Her ball was brought up and Mark did his best to make it but missed. It was now Millie's shot and she knew she needed to make Tess or Mark's ball. Since the nine ball belonged to Mark she didn't blink as she stoked it firmly into the corner pocket. "I guess you are out honey." 

"So that means I need to win in order for Mark and I to go into the room." Tess said nervously. 

Tim's 10 ball was next but Millie tried to use it to hit in Tess' 14 ball. She missed as well which gave Tess the shot. 

"Sorry honey," Tess grinned as she made Tim's 10 ball. "It's you and I," she grinned at Millie. Since Millie's ball was a lower number than Tess' the taller woman only had to hit the cue ball into it. She made the side pocket easily. "The panties." 

Millie wasn't going to stop now. She looked at Tim as she pushed down her BVDs showing her dark and thick bush. A hint of her pussy lips showed through the maze. 

Now everyone was naked and if Tess could make Millie's 13 ball the game would be over. But it would mean they would go into the next stage, which was serious sex with someone besides their spouse. "I think we need to take a break.

"A break," Tim repeated. "Now that we are all naked you want to take a break?" 

"She's right," Millie giggled. "I can't believe that we are all naked in front of each other. It's so cool and exciting. We've been friends for a long time and this and the kissing we have already done makes us even closer." 

The men were not biting on the take a break idea. "Is this some way to get out of doing the seven minutes in heaven part?" Mark asked. His cock was still hard and was getting impatient. 

"Millie and I need to talk. We will be right back." 

"Fuck," Tim groaned when their wives left the basement. "I knew they would chicken out." 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mark asked his buddy. "I mean what are the limits? Are there any?" He had never seen Tim naked and there they were with their hard cocks totally displayed. 

"What happens in heaven stays in heaven," Tim repeated. "You were the one who said it." 

"It wouldn't upset you if I fuck Tess." 

"You're our best friends. I think I can handle you fucking Tess. How about you?" 

"Fuck, I don't know. I haven't really considered it." 

*

The women were having a similar conversation. "You know that they will not want to stop until we go all the way," Millie said admiring Tess' cute ass as she walked ahead of her into the den. 

"I know," Tess said without emotion. "Have you ever...you know...had intercourse with anyone else but Mark?" 

"No...I mean I've jerked some guys off and given blowjobs but never past that." 

"Same here," Tess said wishing her tits were as nice and big as Millie's. "But I've always wondered how it would be...how it would feel." 

"But this game means that only one couple gets to experience it. It could cause some hard feelings." 

"Well then we need to change the rules," Tess giggled. They talked for a few more minutes and walked back. 

*

The guys were silent when they heard the women walking buck naked back down the stairs. They both figured the women were going to back out. What they heard surprised them. 

"We don't want one couple having seven minutes in heaven," Tess started. 

"But you agreed..." Mark jumped in. 

"Let me finish," Tess smiled. "First of all if one couple is going to do it so is the other one. Secondly it can only be for seven minutes. There's not much you can do in that short a time and maybe we need to do that and nothing more tonight. That's our deal. Take it or leave it." 

"Well I would be pissed if Mark gets seven minutes with Tess and I don't have the same with Millie. OK so how are we doing this?" 

Tess presented two alarm clocks. "Each couple gets only seven minutes and before we start we set the alarm clocks for eight minutes ahead. This gives us one minute to get to the bedroom." 

"Bedroom," Mark repeated glancing at Tim's hard cock and his wife's exposed pussy. He knew that in only a few minutes penetration was possible. 

"The bedrooms are more private and comfortable," Tess grinned. 

"No limits?" Tim asked excitedly. 

"That's between the couples how far to go," Tess said. "If someone doesn't' want to do something then they don't have to. The deal is that what happens in that room stays in that room. We all have to agree." 

They all looked around but no one objected. But Tess wanted more. "If you agree say yes." 

"Yes," Tim said quickly. 

"Ye...ss," Millie gulped. 

"I say yes," Tess smiled. They all looked at Mark who seemed to be not sure. 

"Mark?" Tim asked. 

"OK...yes," Mark answered. 

Tess took the alarm clocks and started programming them. "Mark and I get the master bedroom. You two can have the one at the top of the stairs. She handed Millie the other clock. Are you ready? " 

They all nodded. "Let's go to heaven," Tess giggled. She grabbed Marks hand and led him up the basement stairs and into the hallway. They hurried up the next flight of stairs and quickly ran down to the master bedroom. As Tess closed the door behind them she looked and saw Tim leading Millie into the other bedroom. 

*

Millie and Tim closed the door behind them and stopped looking at the bed. "I've been thinking about this moment for a long time," he grinned as he moved up behind her and reached under her arms to cup her bare and wonderful breasts. "Ohh," she moaned when he found her hard tips and toyed with them. While he touched her tits she reached back and found his hard naked cock. "Come on," she giggled. 

Tim turned on the small lamp next to the bed and took the alarm clock from her grasp. As he crawled up onto the bed he saw her arms reaching form him. He was surprised that she opened her legs. He slid between them and moved his lips to her left nipple. 

"I've thought about it too," she whispered feeling his tongue move to her right nip. She looked at the clock and saw that they still had seven minutes. After another minute she lifted his head and pulled up his body until their faces matched up. This also meant that his prick was lined up with her opened and dripping pussy. As they kissed her hands moved over his back and down to his ass. 

Tim looked at the clock and saw they were down to less than six minutes. He knew that he had time to do something else. 

"What...Tim,," she gasped feeling his kissed dash under her chin, down the middle of her breasts, over her navel and then into her damp matting of pubic hair. 'OH GOD!" She cried out when his tongue parted the forest and found her swollen and ready clit.  

*

Matt and Tess were also on the bed and were touching every place they could get their hands on. She jerked on his hard cock while he slipped two fingers up into her moist depths. Both were on overload and were ready to cum when he pulled her fingers from his shaft. "I'm to close." 

She giggled and pulled his mouth to her tits. After suckling the hard tips for a while he moved back and turned her over. 

"Uh..what are you doing?" She asked looking back at him with mistrust. 

"I've looked at this ass for so long and now it is mine to touch and kiss." 

"Umm," she moaned. She turned and looked at the clock just as they both heard Millie's scream down the hallway. 

"OH GOD!" 

Mark pulled his tongue from between her cheeks and froze. "Do you...do you think that they are doing it?" 

She turned and moved her legs until he was kneeling between them. "I don't know and don't care. These are our seven minutes and I don't want to waste anymore time." She reached out and pulled his body down onto hers. They had less than two minutes."  

*

"Tim...please," Millie begged for him to stop and move up on top of her. "Come here." 

He moved his wet face from between her thighs and wiped her juices on her stomach when kissing up to her navel. Seconds later his lips found hers and her shorter legs wrapped around his waist. 

She felt his hard knob pressing into her dense bush and reached under her tummy to touch it and then rub it up and down her slit. She looked at the clock and saw that they had less than two minutes. 

*

Four minutes later Mark peeked out of the master bedroom door to see if the other bedroom door was open or closed. He could see that their door was still closed but also saw the hall bathroom door closed and the light on inside. He quietly opened the door and walked buck-naked into the hallway. It seemed weird to be walking naked around their best friend's house. 

Tim managed to get out of the bed and head towards the hallway door. He thought he heard footsteps and after turning the doorknob slowly he pulled it open to see his best friend standing nude. "Mark..." 

"Hi," Mark said forcing a smile. He tried to look over Tim's shoulder into the bedroom but it was under dim light and he couldn't see if Millie was still inside. "Uh...I guess our seven minutes are up." As Tim walked out Mark noticed that Tim's cock was no longer hard. 

"Yeah, it's over," Tim said not sure what to say. "I guess we should go back into the basement and get our clothes." 

The two naked men walked quietly down the stairs, through the hall to the basement door. Tim opened the door and smiled. "After you." Tim also glanced down at Mark's satisfied prick. 

The wooden stairs to the basement creaked and cracked on the way down and after they walked into the room they saw the gathering of clothes on the floor and furniture. Millie's large white bra was draped over a chair and her matching panties on the seat. On the floor near the corner of the room were Tess' bra and panties along with her shorts and shirt. The excitement of the stripping and kissing was over as they gathered their underwear and slipped into them. 

"Where is Tess?" Tim asked not looking at his friend. 

"She uh..went to the bathroom," Mark answered. "And Millie?" 

"Same," Tim replied. They both wanted to know what happened in the bedroom and how far the other couple had gone but knew the rules they had set. "That game was amazing," Tim smiled. "I would have never expected the girls to uh...you know..." 

"Yeah, never," Tim added. They sat down and grabbed the warm beers they had left behind. A few minutes later they heard the women's footsteps above them and waited for them to walk down. 

Tess walked in first wearing a long terry cloth robe. Behind her Millie wore a matching light blue robe. "We need to leave," Millie said frankly to Mark. She picked up her bra and panties and looked for her shorts. 

"Here," Tess said holding out the shorts and the tee shirt. After seeing each other naked and after being in a bed for over seven minutes together the four were shy about showing their bodies. 

"Thanks," Millie said looking over at Tim. She saw his smile and quickly grabbed her shoes and headed up the stairs. 

"I better get dressed," Mark said pulling up his shorts and slipping into his shirt. "We'll give you a call tomorrow." 

Tim stood but Tess held him back. "They can let themselves out." After Mark left Tess picked up her clothes and walked over to her husband. She leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly. "I love you." 

"Me too," he said not sure what the hell was going on. They heard the door close upstairs and they walked upward. Once in the bedroom Tim moved to her and tried to kiss her but she pushed him back. 

"Not tonight," she said seriously. "I'm tired and need to get to sleep." 

*

Mark tried to talk to Millie in the car but she didn't answer him when he asked if she had a good time. Her head was back against the pillow and her eyes were closed. They were at their house in a few minutes and she was out the door before he turned the engine off. He quickly followed her into the bedroom and stopped when he saw her remove the robe. Red marks were all over her breasts and lower stomach. "Jesus...what did you two do?" 

"Can't talk about it...remember?" She said before turning and walking naked into the bathroom. 

When she came out she saw him lying back on the bed stark naked with his cock pointing upward. "Not tonight," she said as she opened the drawer and pulled out her cotton pajamas. 

They both tried to go to sleep but both couldn't forget what had occurred the past few hours. Tim finally broke the silence. "Do you want to talk about it?" 

"No," she said firmly. She turned to him and pulled his body into hers. "Just hold me." 

*

Millie slept in on Saturday morning. She slowly awoke thinking that maybe last night was a sexy dream. Mark was not in bed and since the bathroom was dark he was not there either. She closed her eyes and remembered how Tim's lips and tongue drove her to sensual overdrive. Sex for the first time in a long time was exciting. She rubbed down under her pajamas into her moist slit as she remembered touching another man's hard cock. 

Mark sat at the kitchen table staring at the coffee pot. He was not thinking about coffee but rather if he had screwed up pursuing his wife to play the pool game. At first he was happy and excited that she was going along with it but when he saw her French-kissing Tim and removing her underwear he felt differently. Then when she did not speak much after it was over he just knew that Tim had fucked her. He knew he was not supposed to talk about those seven minutes. He heard the shower go on upstairs and put down his coffee cup. 

Millie's middle finger rubbed and played with her pleasure button until she was ready to cum. She thought she heard a noise in the hallway so she quickly stopped. After a while she moved out of the bed to go pee and take a shower. 

The water was nice and hot when she pushed her naked still excited body under the pulsating spray. As she soaped her smooth arms and chest she again thought about last night. Moments later her fingers snaked again between her thighs. She didn't see or hear the bathroom door opening up. 

Mark moved quietly to the glass shower door that was steamed up. He saw the shape of her pink body through the glass and slowly opened the door. He was not ready when he saw her with her eyes closed and her fingers pushing in and out of her dripping wet bush. "Millie." 

"OH!" she cried out. They had never seen each other masturbate before but she couldn't take her fingers away. "Come in." 

He quickly removed his underwear and moving in with his cock quickly getting hard. "I've never seen you..." 




Pea Pool



"I know," she smiled still pushing her middle finger deeply inside. "I'm so hot...so horny." He reached to touch her too but she stopped him. "Don't. I want to watch you do it too." 

"Oh Fuck!" Mark moaned gripping his hard-on with his right hand. "Ahhh." 

She giggled and opened her legs to let him see more. Her left fingers spread her pussy lips as her right middle finger kept fucking her. "I'm going to cum baby...are you close?" 

"OH GOD YES!" He groaned. "I'M READY...LET'S DO IT TOGETHER!!" 

"NOW MARK NOW!" Her finger moved faster and faster in and out and then moved to her clit. There is moved right and left until she came. "I'M CUMING!" 

"ME TOO!" His hot juices exploded out the swollen red tip striking the back of her right hand and wrist. 

After it was done they moved into each other's arms. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" He whispered. 

"No...we can't. It's better this way. Don't ever ask me again. Promise me you'll never ask Tim either." 

"I promise." 

*

A few blocks away there were no signs of affection. Tess rolled out of bed early and put on her jogging suit. She smiled at her husband's lifeless body facing down into the soft mattress and pillow. She quietly moved out of the house and down the street as she adjusted her IPOD. 

The run lasted almost an hour so when she returned she found Tim reading the newspaper with a cup of tea. "Good morning," she said brightly and cheerfully. 

"Uh...yeah..good morning," he threw back. Now he was totally puzzled because last night she seemed to be upset. "How was the run?" 

"Fantastic." She moved over and kissed his lips lightly. "Everything is fantastic." She started to walk away but he grabbed her onto his lap. 

"About last night." 

She smiled. "It was amazing." 

"It...it was...does that mean?" 

She put her right index finger on his lips. "We promised." 

"Yes but..." Again she pressed the finger. 

"No...not now and not ever. Swear to me that you'll never ask again and I don't want to know what happened during your seven minutes with Millie. Swear." 

"I swear." 

"Good, I need to call Millie because we are all going to the carnival tonight." 

"We are?" 

"Yes." 

*

It was kind of awkward at first when Millie and Mark knocked on Tim and Tess' door. Tess opened it and moved back to let them in. They had done this hundreds of times before but not after what they had experienced the night before. Tim was standing behind Tess. Normally they gave each other a short quickie hug but after the guys shook hands and the girls gave their distant hug the two couples mismatched again. 

"Hi," Tim said to Millie who grinned at him. His hand moved around her back. "Hi," she whispered as their lips pressed together and opened. 

"Shit," Mark said softly moving into Tess' arms. So this is the way it's going to be he thought when Tess pulled him close and kissed him with an open mouth and a hot tongue. 

The couples continued their wet deep kissing for about three minutes before Tess pushed Mark back. "There's more time for this later. Right now we are going to a carnival." 

They were like happy teenagers laughing and giggling to the fair grounds. They all went on the Ferris wheel with Tim and Millie in one seat and Mark and Tess in the seat behind them. As the wheel turned to let more people on the two couples again kissed and snuck quick feels of the women's breasts and the guys bulges. 

"The haunted house," Mark grinned getting into the messing around foreplay thing. As soon as they entered the dark hallways he started touching and massaging Tess' great ass. About ten feet behind the Tim was doing the same to Millie's full rack. 

For the next two hours they touched, kissed and rubbed. By 10PM the four were totally turned on and they all knew they had to leave before they got caught. "What now?" Mark asked as he drove his car back to Tim and Tess' house. 

"Seven minutes in Heaven honey," Millie giggled. 

He heard Tim and Tess laugh in the backseat. "Sounds good to me," Mark laughed as well. 

They hurried into the house and after Tess programmed the alarm clocks for eight minutes she gave one to Millie. "Seven minutes and that's it. GOT IT?"

"Yes...seven minutes and what happens in heaven stays in heaven," Millie said glancing down at Tim's hard-on. "Let's go." 

Millie closed the door behind her and started undressing. As she tossed her shirt and shorts on the floor she turned and saw Tim ahead of her. His boxers fell off his feet and his hard cock was aimed at her stomach. He helped take off her bra and she pushed off her sexy black bikini panties. 

"Hurry," she said as her body fell back onto the bed and she pulled him between her legs. He started to lean down and kiss her nipples but she pulled his face to hers. "We only got to fuck for two minutes last night. Tonight I want all seven." 

"No problem here," he laughed as he aimed his hard-on into her already dripping wet pussy lips. As he slid into her depths her lips suckled on his earlobe. 

"All I could think about today was your cock fucking me," she whispered. "I masturbated three times and it still wasn't enough. OHHHH!" 

Tim knew he had seven minutes and to pace himself. He started fucking her really slow and as he looked at the alarm clock his motion got faster. With a minute to go he asked. "Are you ready for heaven?" 

"YES..DO IT..FUCK ME! AH...AH...AH...AH!" 

*

"I'm ready no foreplay. But do it nice and slow like you did last night," Tess whispered as she nibble on his neck. She remembered how she had climaxes last night as he teased her by slipping his cock into her extremely slow. Their eyes locked and stayed open as the pink shaft pushed slow but steadily into her hot oven. 

"Ohhh," she moaned wanting him to push deep quickly but knowing that it was more exciting this way. Feeling another man's cock slowly pushing into her was overpowering. "It feels so good. So fucking good." 

Mark knew also that he had to pace himself. Last night they both were so close to cuming that as soon as he was all the way inside they both climaxed. It was an amazing feeling one he had never experienced. "You're pussy feels so tight." 

"Your cock is so thick and hard," she said talking dirty. She glanced at the clock and reached around him to rub her middle finger into his ass crack. When she touched his puckered hole she felt him freeze. "I'm going to fuck you the same way." 

"Oh fuck," Mark groaned. Millie had never allowed him to mess with her ass. "Ahhh...go slow," he groaned as her middle finger pushed inside. 

"You too...slow...slow." They were moving quietly and both heard the loud moaning from the other bedroom. It was easy to know it was the bed banging against the wall, which meant they too were fucking. It didn't matter. 

"Perfect timing," Mark smiled knowing he had about half of his penis inside of her and still have three and a half minutes to go. She too was going deeper into he backside. 

"Ohhh," she moaned as she had to squeeze him with her stomach muscles. "Sorry." 

"It's OK...are you getting close? 

She giggled. "I've been close since the Tunnel of Love." It was like she was totally loaded with her finger on the trigger. They both looked at he clock and saw they had a minute to go. "I'm ready." 

Mark pushed all the way inside and both moaned when his pubic hair pressed into her small bush. He lifted her legs back to her shoulders to get as far in as possible. It was enough to take them over the edge. "I'm ready." 

"Don't move...just cum," she giggled. When she felt his hot juices release deep inside she pulled her own trigger. This time she screamed at the top of her lungs. "OHHH YES!! YES! YES!! YES!!. I'M CUMING!!" 

*

The bed was about to fall apart. Millie's head was pressed hard against the headboard. Her legs were once again wrapped around his waist and he pounded her pussy. "You beast," she laughed. "Don't stop...give it to me...harder..harder." 

"Bam..bam...bam...bam...bam," the sound echo down the hallway from the bed tearing apart the drywall. "FUCK..FUCK!...FUCK!!" They both came just as the alarm clock sounded. "AHHHH!" 

*

After Mark and Millie left Tim sat with his wife on the sofa looking at the pool table. "I was wondering if maybe we should invite another couple over to play pill pool." 

"Really?" Tess asked with a grin. "Who do you have in mind?" 

"I shouldn't say." 

"You should," Tess said sitting up and facing him. 

"Laurie and Louis." 

"My sister and her husband Laurie and Louis?" 

"Well yeah...you know I've always had a thing for her." 

"Too weird," Tess said sitting back thinking about it. She too had teased Louis since he married her sister seven years before. "Do you think they will do it?" 

"Did you ever believe that we would do it?" 

"No," she laughed. "I'll feel her out and see if she is interested." 

"What about Louis?" 

"Louis won't say no," she with confidence. 

*

A few weeks later Tess stood holding the pool cue looking at her younger sister by ten years. The pool game had started less than an hour before and Laurie was already down to her sexy yellow-laced bra and matching panties. She smiled remembering how her sister had called her a slut after she told her about the games with Mark and Millie. The next day Laurie showed up at her doorstep and apologized. She was ok with the pool stripping game and kissing but wanted to know more about the seven minutes in heaven part. "Can't tell you because that's what makes it so great. What you don't know can't hurt anyone." 

"My turn," Tess grinned as she aimed at the ball she knew was Louis'. When it fell into the pocket she looked at the large lump in his briefs. "It's time to put up or shut up?" 

"Put up," he grinned as he pushed down his underwear. Tess gasped when she saw how long it was. "Happy?" 

"Not yet," she thought. "Time for you sis," she grinned before she banked her sister's ball. "Bra or panties." 

Tim sat back and watched as his wife cleared the table. They were all naked and stood waiting for Tess' next command. "It's time for seven minutes in heaven. Here is your clock sis and you have one minute to get to the bedroom." 

"Let's go big brother," Laurie giggled while taking Tim's hand and pulling him up the stairs. 

"I see you are ready," Tess smiled at Louis. "Let' go." 

Tim and Tess could have started them into fucking immediately but they wanted them to come back. For the next five minutes they kissed, touched, probed and sucked. Tim found out that Laurie was a master at sucking cock and thought about cuming in her mouth but made her back off at the two minute mark.

Laurie let him turn her onto her back and didn't complain about him moving between her lean thighs. He aimed his cock at her opened hole and stopped. "I would like to fuck you." 

"Good," she gasped. "I was going to fuck you if you didn't make a move." She held on for her life as he fucked her hard and powerful. She came before him and after he climaxed she came again. "OH GOD THAT WAS..WAS AMAZING." 

*

"Do it slow," Tess whispered as she tried to hold his hips back. "Are you ready to cum." 

"Oh yes," Louis answered. After her hand job and blowjob he was definitely ready. He pushed slowly as she said and was in immense pleasure when she said he could cum. "Do..it...fill me up." 

"OHHHH!" She cried out feeling his juices a lot deeper than when Tim or Mark had been. "I'M CUMING TOO!" 

*

"DON'T STOP....MORE!" The young normally conservative Laurie commanded. She had already climaxed twice and wanted to go for the hat trick. "MORE!" 

Tim started again until the alarm sounded. "Thank God," he thought as he rolled off and tried to catch his breath. 

*

"What now?" Tess asked Tim after Laurie and Louis left. 

"Darts?" 

**

Finis... 

Ending note: I hope the game didn't confuse you too much. Playing Pill Pool is a lot of fun especially if you can attach seven minutes in heaven with it. Thanks again for all your votes on the favorite author selection. Send me some emails if you liked it and give me some ideas for more games that couples can play. Love ya...Slick