Melissa got out of bed, smiling to herself. She was double-checking the instructions and making sure of the time frame. By now, Carrie should be well along, and probably insane with fear. She had to be nearby before Carrie could run to a hospital or do some other air-headed thing to screw up her plans. No, she would be there when she awoke. Walking across the bumpy rug, she looked down and smiled crookedly at Bob, underfoot.
"Oh, hi dear. Comfy?" she said as she twisted her black toenails into his chest. "I'm going to visit your girlfriend...or should I now call her your boyfriend? Well, you'll see her...or him...soon enough! Be a good boy, now," she chided as she headed out, dressed no longer in a baggy letter-carrier uniform, but the tight, leather outfit of a Domme out for a day with her slave.
She sauntered over the couple of houses to Carrie's place, found the key that she had left herself on that first day, and entered silently. Walking to the bedroom, she was in time to observe Carrie get out of bed, noticing with a supressed giggle the hard-on protruding from her lacy panties. As Carrie got into the shower, Melissa slipped into the bathroom to watch.
Carrie awoke on the floor of the shower, but the water was off. She heard, in the back of her mind, someone speaking. It was a very calming voice and she kept her eyes close while she listened to it. She could have listened to it for hours, and perhaps she did.
When she finally rose and left the shower, it was mid-afternoon, and she felt good. Looking through her closets, she saw all the girlish clothes and knew, somehow, that they just weren't right. She put on panties--yes, that was fine, she thought to herself as she pulled the lace over the 8" penis standing up from between her legs--but the clothes had to go. As she turned out her drawers, looking from one annoying micro-mini to another, her eyes feel on a mailman's uniform sitting on the bed. Without even pausing to wonder how it got there, she seized it and put it on. It fit perfectly, although it seemed a bit stretched in the chest. Something inside of her told her that that would not be that way for long. She finished getting dressed, putting on her loafers over feet that appeared to be more blocky, squatter, a bit wider. The loafers pinched and barely fit. "Ah, well," she thought, "time to do some shopping anyway. But first, the mail must go out!"
With that, Carrie headed out the door, mail in hand, and calmly, patiently, and throughly delivered it all. The route was long and she realized that Bob had amassed quite a following for no less than four times during that 3 hour stretch did she find the door answered by attractive women in very little clothing. They jumped when they noticed that it wasn't Bob, and something in their eyes told her that she was partially recognized, but she smiled and her attractive face was no less attractive now than it was as a woman. Her slim, pretty features looked good on her as a "him." The last house was a house she'd never been to before, and it took awhile for her to register the last name on the mailbox.
Ringing the doorbell, she held the special delivery package in her hands and waited for the owner, whom she assumed was Bob, himself. When the door opened, and the stern, Domineering countenance of Melissa answered the door with a greeting of, "Hello, Mailgirl. Come in and join us."
Shock. Fear. Anger. Within moments, a rapid succession of emotions filled her mind. Images of herself as she was before, an attractive WOMAN, seducing, loving, dominating, whipped through her now overheated mind. Her mind burned as she realized, in a full, overwhelming arc, what this woman had done to her. Her eyes cleared, narrowed, and with almost demonic possession, she croaked, "You...You did this to ME. I'm going to KILL you for it." She started forwards, raising her sleeve over her now burly, hairy arm, forming a huge fist.
Melissa smiled calmly and said, "oh, but this is just the beginning Mr. Postman." As if in a dream, Carrie felt her perceptions change. She stopped charging, slowed to a crawl, then fell to her knees and began a crawl in earnest. She couldn't help herself. Realizing how piteous she was, and nearing tears, she wailed softly, "Oh, God, please...Don't do this to me...I'm sorry."
Still smiling, Melissa turned and walked purposefully into the room, walking around her husband, who was dressed in a short skirt and a leather bra, and tied spread eagle over a chair. She sat in front of him and looked at him with fury in her eyes and said, "Dear, you girlfriend is here to see you."
Carrie was on her knees behind Bob, trembling, when Melissa looked over to her and said, "Remember the talk we had the other day, Mr. Postman? Well, it's time to deliver the Male."
Carrie's eyes glazed over for a moment, and then she stood. She unzipped her pants and pulled aside her panties to release her "clit", now looking for all the world like a large cock, a full 9" long and pulsing. Walking over to Bob, she looked at Melissa, nodded with a "Yes, Sir. I will deliver as promised", and, grabbing the poor, philandering man by the hips, quickly shoved herself home into his tight ass. His screams could be heard down the block, and it is said that day that postmen all over the county flinched inwardly at the same moment, although none of them could have told you what made them do it.
Melissa watch the anal rape with mute interest, offering her obsidian nails to her husbands surprised mouth. As Bob clamped his lips around them and sucked her greedily like the girl she knew he was, she considered the idea of what to do with two slaves. Her experience had shown that women tended to be better at licking her pussy then men were. However, she reflected, looking over at the remaining magic powder, she wondered if that would be true about Bobbi as well.
