"My body fits Dave's most recent sexual fantasies," wrote Lara.
"Uh, honey?" asked Dave as she tapped the enter key, "You...can you call that back? A control-Z or something?" Lara mashed a few buttons.
"No. Beside, why wouldn't you want me to meet your sexual fantasies? You're not into...oh god, Dave, you're not into l--"
"--No! Jesus, honey, not like that! But...um. I'll change you back if you tell me to. And I'm sorry."
Lara paused for a second, and it all went dark.
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Dave watched in horrified anticipation as his wife stepped back, her hands over her face.
"Mmmng! MMMNG!" she cried. She thrashed around, clawing at her face. Or at least, the place where her face used to be. Dave couldn't see anything on there other than her mouth. She turned away and fell onto her front. Dave took a step toward her. He bent down over her, and poked at her. Oh god, please not that fetish, please not that fetish.
"OH GOD!" she cried she lurched forward. Dave stepped backward as she sprang to her feet. In place of her face was a pair of colossal lips, surrounding a maw bigger than a canteloupe. She opened her mouth, spilling out a tongue longer than Dave's forearm. "Oh god, Dave I can't see! I can't see, and I think I can taste...what? Is that cloth?!"
"I uh...you might want to take your top off. Your visual tongues are there."
"My...my visual tongues?!"
"You really shouldn't have wished to look like my most recent sexual fantasy, dear." Lara shook her head, took off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Oh the end of her now-sizable breasts were a pair of mouths. Each of them shot out a tongue, taking in their surroundings.
"Are...are those what I think they are?"
"i...listen Lara, I spent some time on some websites back when I was a teen, and I uh...I found some weird porn. The other night I took a look at some of those sites again, and...okay look like I said, if you want me to change you back, go right ahead."
"Well, Dave," said Lara with her colossal face-mouth, "the way I see it..."