Greg awoke to find himself in an odd position, with something warm in his mouth. He automatically closed his lips around it and started moving his tongue up and down the object.
He blinked a couple of times and realized he was on his hands and knees, an odd weight dangling from his chest.
Suddenly, the object in his mouth spurted a thick, salty fluid. Greg found it surprisingly tasty; he cleaned the object with his tongue as he savored the flavor, finally letting the liquid pass down his throat and relaxing.
A man’s voice said, “That was great, babe, but I think I’d better get back to cleaning your pool.”
Greg jumped up to a standing position, then, unaccustomed to the weird manner in which his body behaved, ended up falling back into a seated position on the sofa.
“Whoa, are you all right?” asked the man as he pulled a pair of black boxer shorts on over his softening but still gigantic cock. Greg nodded, and realized he could feel some very long hair pulling on the back of his head -- and looked up at the man, realizing where he’d seen him.
“Okay,” the 20-something, well-muscled, tanned man said, now pulling on a pair of jeans. “Uh, I’ll be out back if you need anything.” He put on a white tank-top shirt as he left the room.
Greg was afraid to look down, but finally did, and saw a very large pair of breasts attached to his chest -- or, more accurately, her chest.
She leaned back into the sofa cushions, looking up at the high ceiling in the gargantuan living room, and took deep breaths, feeling her breasts rise and fall. She knew exactly what had happened, that the wish she’d accidentally e-mailed last night had actually been granted, all evidence pointing in that direction.
Greg managed to stand up, a bit unsteady on the clear plastic platform heels that were strapped on her feet. A discarded bikini top lay on the floor, matching the bikini bottom that she still wore. She leaned down and easily picked it up -- Greg was a bit surprised at this female body’s flexibility -- and eventually managed to get it over her breasts and tied in the back.
She looked out through the glass wall that faced the back of the house. The man was, as he’d said, cleaning the pool, picking leaves out with a skimmer. The thought crossed Greg’s mind as she looked at the young man’s muscular arms: “If I was going to end up in that video, why didn’t I end up as him?”
She decided, though, that playing that game would lead to madness. She needed to try to take action, and so...
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