(Authors Note: At the end of this installment is a list of the characters and a brief description. I have included this because many of you have asked.)
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Slowly opening his eyes John found he was unable to focus, there was a ringing in his ears that quickly vanished and was replaced with a squishing sounds and the slapping of flesh and soon the unmistakable scent of sex waffled into his olfaction. That seemed to help, at least it was familiar. He was able to focus his eyes now but something was off and then he realized that it was his perception, he was suspended high on the wall in what must have been the bungalow's main room. He was attached securely by some unseen and unknown force.
As looked down he witnessed the powerful giant Chance Goodwin pounding his massive tool into the naked Elizabeth from behind, each thrust causing her magnificent tits to bounce violently as she grunted enjoying each stroke. As he looked on marveling at the man's dark brown physique, each muscle rippled and it seemed as if every one had been fully developed. Standing nervously a short distance away was the petit Denise Sour, the shape-shifter John had captured, made loyal to him and forced shifted her into a female; she too was naked and stood uncomfortably holding a tray of refreshments.
"Husband," Elizabeth yelled, "It has been too long! "Ahhhhheeeee!" She was panting now as she came again. He never failed to bring her off quickly and she knew he was just getting started; Chance had incredible stamina matched only by the size of his cock, which was close to a foot long and several inches thick. Nevertheless, he had exhausted her. They had been at it for nearly forty five minutes now.
Chance gently let Elizabeth go allowing her to fall forward and lay on the plush soft rug. It had been years since he had been able to fuck like this and he wanted to make up for lost time. He would let Elizabeth rest for a while he thought looking around the room until his gaze fell upon Denise still holding the tray of refreshments. She was tiny as he looked her over more closely admiring her plump tits pointing upward, her flat belly and cute little ass and long legs. Her sex appeared to be visible as he focused on the spot where her legs met. She was turned on by what she had witnessed. This would keep him happy until Elizabeth was ready for more. If not then there was always room service.
"Set that tray down on the table little one and come here. Let me get a closer look at you."
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Waiting in the lobby of the attorney's office was something that April Martin didn't think she would find herself doing so early in life. The Law Firm of Basil, Shorr & Brown has been providing legal counsel to nonprofits, social enterprises and commercial businesses since 1955. April's research led her to the undeniable conclusion that this was the best firm in the region experienced for what she had in mind, creating the best safety net for the homeless and poor. She contacted the firm and proposed her ideas and after a d reasonable time for the legal team to vet John Smith, they agreed to meet.
April still considered herself John Smith's girlfriend although he was often busy with all his new projects since inheriting over $2 million dollars from a father that he hardly knew. She was so excited when he asked her to take the lead on this newest project and meeting with the homeless shelter's administrator Mike Simpson and one of the firm's partners, Dinah Cohen meant that she was truly in charge. She arrived early and although fully prepared was anxious about the meeting. Unknown to her, John had given her the confidence and intelligence to handle this project and to act on his behalf. Nevertheless she was eager to get this first meeting underway.
In his best blue jeans and sports coat Mike Simpson entered the lobby sporting a fresh haircut and quickly spotted April pacing near the elevator. He greeted her professionally and told her how excited the shelter's owners had been to hear about John's offer. They were willing to everything imaginable to help including outright selling the property. This was good news, April thought, since her plan would definitely deal with the rights of ownership.
They entered the office together and were greeted by a pleasant receptionist who took them to a large conference room and brought them the beverage of their choice.
The receptionist hadn't been out of the conference room more than 45 seconds when Dinah Cohen entered all smiles and greeting both of them with a firm handshake. She was a thin woman dressed in a grey business suite and appeared to be somewhere in her forties. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun looking a lot like Portia de Rossi in her role as Nelle Porter in the old television series Ally McBeal. She was all business and unimpressed by John's wealth or philanthropic intentions.
The meeting lasted about ninety minutes, but the time went by quickly. Dinah Cohen was impressed by April Martin's grasp on the situation and scope of the plan she envisioned for the facility. Rather than handing it off to one of her 4th year associates, Dinah decided to hang on to this case and track its progress. The firm's research didn't bring up much on John Smith, only that he had inherited a small fortune from the late Dr. Zachary Smith, and that he'd made several wise investments more than doubling his original inheritance. She had asked to meet with Mr. Smith, April informed her that he was traveling outside the country and didn't know when he would be returning. She further assured the attorney that Mr. Smith had complete confidence in her.
"Gutsy!" Dinah thought, "I like gusty!"
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Denise swallowed hard. She was visibly worried as she set the tray down and moved towards the giant. She tried to walk as feminine as possible, but knowing that she was about to get the fucking of her short female life made it seem silly.
Just a few days ago she was a male, not a bad looking guy, too, she thought. But that had all changed. Her new master wanted her to be a female and best of all she was craving cock in both her holes. It was supposed to be a punishment, but she couldn't find the downside, unless she got pregnant she was pretty sure that she couldn't but she wasn't certain. Nevertheless, her master would take care of it. Wouldn't he?
But her master was unconscious, captured and hanging from the wall. She would rely on Elizabeth for instructions or countermands to her standing instructions. Since Elizabeth said nothing, so she would obey until told otherwise.