The Body Shaper Pt. 02

I averted my eyes as the man played with himself in the tri-mirror.

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Wellington?"

"Yeah, I guess. Are you sure I shouldn't go bigger?"

I chuckled, slightly forced. "Take it from someone who went overboard. Too much, and nobody can take it. Ten inches is as big as I'm willing to make you. Trust me, even now it's probably more than enough."

He sighed, but still couldn't stop the pleased grin from creeping up his face. "You've got a point there, Mr. Marks. Alright, I guess I'm satisfied."

"Good. Now, go ahead and get dressed, and make sure you stop by the front desk before you leave and check out."

"You got it. Thanks, man."

I removed the thumb drive from the recorder, placed it with his file, and once Mr. Wellington had his robe on and I'd washed my hands I carefully exited the room, making absolutely sure that no one outside of the room could see in and view my client in only a robe.

We charged through the nose for penis enlargements. Not only because I was the only one who could really do it right and guys would pay the ridiculous fee, but because I really didn't like doing it.

Having to visualize in detail and touch another dude's junk cost extra. We just didn't explain that part.

Walking briskly to the front to get the next file, I stopped in my tracks at the familiar face looking back at me.

"Hello, Mr. Marks. I don't know if you remember me, but-"

I dropped the Wellington file in front of Kimberly, rushed around the desk and swept the woman up in a spinning hug. "Janice!" I exclaimed, "It's so good to see you!"

Setting her back down, I took in her bewildered state at a glance. "Oh, uh, sorry about that. I touch people all day long, and I can get a little too tactile now. How are you?"

Janice straightened her top and gave me an amused smile. My relief that I hadn't offended her was nearly overwhelming. "I'm alright, I suppose. Do you have a few minutes?"

I glanced at my watch. "I have about forty minutes of work here. Can you stick around? I want to take you to lunch."

Janice looked around. "Yeah. Yeah, that works. I can sit here?" she gestured at the waiting room chairs.

I grinned, excited to see her again. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. There's coffee and soda over there, help yourself. If you need anything, just ask Kimberly here, okay?" I just gazed at the nurse who'd helped me at the children's hospital for a moment. "It is so good to see you again. We can visit in a bit."

While Janice was pretty when she was big, once she'd donated the majority of her body fat to help those kids she became a knockout. She'd kept the weight off, and looked even better in real clothing rather than borrowed scrubs.

Grasping the file for the next client from an equal parts baffled and amused Kimberly, I walked to Room Three with a spring in my step.

******

The hostess led us to a table for two, and trying to not be an absolute barbarian, I pulled Janice's chair for her.

She looked uncomfortable in the expensive restaurant, but gamely went along with it.

"Are you okay?" I checked.

"I'm not really dressed for here," she worried.

I waved it off. "Bah. You look great. Besides, I pay them enough to keep a standing reservation that no one is going to look twice. So, how've you been, really?"

She twisted the cloth napkin in her fists fretfully. "Well... I lost my job," she shrugged.

I leaned in, concerned. "What happened?"

She rolled her big eyes. "Those motherfucking pencil pushers at the hospital didn't like the fact that I helped you when you healed all those kids, 'cause I guess it cost them all the lost fees for their care. So me and the two others I got to help? They shit-canned all of us."

They preferred that those children would have stayed disfigured and in pain to bleed their parents for money? 'Motherfuckers' sounded about right. "That doesn't sound legal," I offered.

"Oh, it wasn't, not really. We sued them, and won. But no other hospital wants to hire a nurse who sued for wrongful termination, and that lawsuit money is running out. I guess the real reason I came to see you, I was hoping... you don't need a nurse at your place, do you?"

I did need help at work, but not with anything medical in nature. "Can I ask how much you were making?"

"Thirty-five an hour," she cringed.

I rocked my head side-to-side as I thought. "Okay, bad news first. I don't really need any nursing help. I guess I might in the future, I don't really know. But that's really the only bad news."

"The good news is I desperately need help, from people I can trust. How would you feel about doing something like an office coordinator?"

"What's that?" she wondered.

I gathered my thoughts as a waitress came by to get our orders. We hadn't even looked at the menus yet. "Do you like steak, Janice? They have the best steak here."

She shrugged her agreement, still trying to catch the curves I was throwing at her. I ordered for us both, and once the waitress had rushed off, I continued my pitch.

"Look, the way we do things right now is incredibly inefficient. I mean, I get the file from the front, greet the client, do the work. If their body gets changed too much, then I have to go get them clothes to wear home. All the things except for shaping people that I'm doing could be done by someone else. On top of that, Pixie is constantly having to drop what she's doing to clean the rooms for the next clients."

"Pixie?" Janice wondered.

"My partner. She does all the administration stuff right now. Kimberly runs the phones and schedules appointments and does client intake, and she's overwhelmed. I could really use all three of you."

"So, as an office coordinator or whatever, what I'd like for you to do is be ready with the file, and have the client already in the room and ready to go. When I'm done, I give it back to you and you've got the next ready for me."

"Kimberly does an amazing job at reception, but she'd be a lot happier cleaning the rooms and picking out clothes for people. The other two nurses could take over for her there. Maybe once everyone is trained in, we won't have to work twelve hour days anymore. Some can come in early to open up, and some can stay late to close down."

"I don't know..." she waffled.

I understood. It was not what her degree was in. So I played dirty.

"One hundred twenty dollars an hour."

Janice choked on her water. "Say What!?"

"That's right. Full medical and dental insurance. We don't offer vision, because I can fix eyesight to 20/20 in literally two seconds. On your one year anniversary of employment, you get a free full body shaping."

"That's... that's a lot of money, Mr. Marks. What's the catch?"

"The catch is that I need trustworthy people, and I'm willing to pay them for it. No one will want to come in for, say, a penile enlargement if the people who work there go gossip about it. At least once or twice a week, a celebrity or someone rich and prominent comes in after hours. That's why I'm paying so much, to ensure trust and discretion."

Janice looked at me seriously. "When can I start?"

I grinned, very much pleased. "Tomorrow morning at seven, an hour before we open the doors. If you can vouch for your two friends, and they want to work for me too, bring them as well."

Janice dabbed her eyes with her napkin. "I'll be there. Thank you, Mr. Marks. Thank you so much."

"Call me Jeff, we're colleagues now. I hope you're hungry, because the steak heading our way really is the best."

******

When the money really started rolling in, so did the lawsuits.

Every parasite and their shyster lawyer wanted to make some easy money at our expense. Then, every nearby plastic surgeon who'd seen their business drop off was filing motions to get us shut down. It got so bad that we basically had Callie's entire firm working for us full time.

It didn't take very long for me to lose my temper. Any legal action against us that the legal team couldn't get thrown out, I had them countersue for exactly how much they were suing us for.

It didn't do much good, until we actually won a countersuit against one particular lawyer who'd filed over a hundred lawsuits against us over the course of a month. After that, the people attacking us got a lot more cautious. Some got a lot less legal about it.

******

"Jeffery, we need to talk," commented the tiny redhead swiveling in my lap, with the entire length of my too-big member impossibly stuffed into her modified pussy.

"Right now? You want to talk right now?" I asked incredulously.

Pixie rubbed my pecs with her tiny hands, not stopping her incredible motion. "Mmm, right now. Jeffery, we need to expand."

I groaned and gripped her hips. "I'm listening."

"Look, hiring Janice, Manny, and Fran was a brilliant move, and you can see so many more people a day now, but the lack of rooms is bottlenecking us. More rooms, and we won't have to wait for the clients to leave and the room cleaned before getting another one in. Also, security stopped another firebombing this week."

I held Pixie still. "What? I didn't hear about this!"

The gorgeous nympho tugged my hands up to her little breasts and began to rock again. "I wanted to break the bad news to you myself," she admitted, "when you were in a good frame of mind to handle it. As in, stuffed to the hilt inside of me."

"So what's the solution?"

Pixie convulsed through a small orgasm, pressing my palms deeper against her tits. "We build a bigger facility in a better location," she stated simply after she'd finished cumming.

I was too distracted to debate that at the moment, so I started to put some effort into getting off. Pixie was so light, and I'd made myself so muscular, that thrusting upward actually pitched her a couple of inches into the air before gravity slammed her back down with all of her seventy pounds.

It didn't take long before I was cumming into her, making her eyes roll back into her head and lose complete control of her body.

The sight of Pixie cumming really never did get old, even though we'd gone after it at least once a day, every day, for well over a year. The seizure-like flopping she did when she had the really big ones was a wonder to behold.

I held her up by her tiny ribcage until she had control of herself. Once she had finished her orgasm, she stroked my forearms and smiled, letting me know she was back in her body again.

Rather than dismount me, Pixie simply laid down on my torso, still very much impaled, and looked up at me from my sternum.

I propped another pillow behind my head to look at her better, and took liberties in feeling on her bare back and cute little ass. "So, you want to build a new building. How much is that going to cost us?"

Pixie shrugged, very much enjoying my wandering hands. "Somewhere in the neighborhood of forty million."

I choked, and my hands froze. "Forty million!?"

Pixie buried her face between my chest muscles and heaved in uncontrollable laughter. Loudly. For a really long time.

I waited until she'd gotten control of herself before conceding, "Yeah, you got me."

"No," she shook her head, still giggling. "I'm laughing at how clueless you are. How much money do you think we make? You and I, as co-owners, we draw a salary of a hundred thousand a month, each. Legal costs about that, unfortunately. The security firm is almost another hundred. Our four employees, because you pay them an insane amount, are a little over a hundred fifty thousand a month. The insurances, the utilities, the shop rent, the freebie clothing and everything else adds up to less than fifty thousand a month. We haven't spent a dime on advertising since the hospital thing, and we're still booked five months out."

"One session of personal emergency, full body shaping pays for all of our overhead for an entire year right now, Jeffery. Everything else we make is straight profit into the business account. We won't even have to arrange financing to get a bigger, better place built to our needs."

"But..." No, I really didn't draw that much of a salary in comparison after all. "What about..." No, that checks out too. "Wow. I really am clueless, aren't I?"

"It's quite alright, Jeffery. It's part of your charm. But with a bigger facility, we're going to have to hire more employees, too."

I groaned, this time in dismay.

"I know, you've got trust issues there. But we need to have an in-house accountant or two, and someone for computer problems, and more custodial staff, and at least one more receptionist. That's just off the top of my head."

"You're right. I got nothing to argue with here. But does that mean we can give ourselves raises?" I asked hopefully.

"Jeffery," she pitied me, "you don't have the time to spend the salary you draw as it is."

Well. That was a depressing thought.

******

"...In global news, it was a sad day for Morocco yesterday as the Destroyer Katatsori made landfall on the northern coast and rampaged for nearly five and a half hours before the combined efforts of the local military and super-abled citizenry managed to drive it back to sea."

"Katatsori, for our listeners who are unfamiliar, is a portmanteau of the Japanese words for snail and scorpion. This Destroyer is over twenty stories tall at the top of its shell with a scorpion-like tail, claws, and mandibles, a so-far impenetrable shell, and the mucus it excretes as it travels is corrosive enough to dissolve entire vehicles. This is only the third time the world has seen this particular Destroyer."

"While not the worst loss of life since the first Destroyer attack in 1954, yesterday's Moroccan tragedy was still devastating with the death toll currently at over twenty-six hundred and counting, including six of the super-abled women who fought Katatsori back. Damage is estimated in the billions, and international relief efforts are underway."

"Locally, the super-villainess Mujer Matter has been spott-"

I retracted my hand back to the steering wheel after shutting off the radio and resumed my iron grip. I glanced at Kimberly through the rearview mirror and looked at Pixie in the passenger seat. "Let's move to Nebraska."

"And what's in Nebraska?" Pixie wondered, humoring me.

"As far as I know there isn't anything. No Destroyers. No Supervillains. No earthquakes or smog. Nary a riot. They probably don't have this fucking traffic, either."

Pixie rolled her eyes. "We're not moving to Nebraska, Jeffery. Our business caters to vanity, and you won't find a higher concentration of that than right here in California, spitting distance from Hollywood. You're just stressed out from the traffic jam. Just take a deep breath, and relax. Look, up ahead. Cars are starting to move again."

I grumbled to myself. Nebraska sounded like the best place on Earth at that moment.

******

I loved Sundays.

Saturday was usually spent recovering from the hellish pace of the workweek, but Sunday? Sunday actually felt like a real day off.

I was lazing in the living room, feet up, while I caught up on my anime. Up until I manifested as a cape, I was a fat geek. Do you know what fat geeks don't do? Sports. I could care less about the football games that were being played at that minute. Waitaminute... football does happen on Sundays, right?

While I wasn't fat anymore, deep inside I was still very much a geek. I got maybe an hour of high-pitched voices and cartoon cleavage before Kimberly shyly wandered into the room, some papers clutched in her hands.

"Hey, you," I greeted affectionately. She really was a sweetheart, and I was still very grateful that she fell into my life.

"Hello, Jeff," she grinned, still acting very shy.

Sensing she wanted my full attention, I paused my show. "What's up?"

Rather than answer, she shoved one of the papers at me. It was a certificate for a General Education Diploma.

It took a minute to fully realize just how big of an accomplishment it actually was. She had been working just as much as Pixie and myself. Fourteen hour days at first, then twelves when we developed a better routine, and even now with the extra help, she still put in ten hour days, five days a week. Somehow, she'd caught up on her education all by herself in the midst of all that.

"This is... this is astounding, Kimberly. I actually can't find the words to express just how impressed I am."

Her eyes watered through her smile, "That means a lot to me, Jeff. Thank you."

"Well, as promised, starting tomorrow you make twice an hour what you were. Better start thinking about how you want to look for your body shaping," I prodded.

In response, she handed me the other papers in her hands.

It was an incredibly busty and curvy naked woman with Kimberly's head from multiple angles, and close-ups of various body parts on two of the pages. "Holy- how did you do this?"

"Photoshop," she shrugged. "I've been dreaming about being a real woman since way before we even met. I found pictures of the different body parts I wanted and kind of... cobbled them all together."

I glanced at her, then at Pixie in the doorway as she watched in curiosity. I made up my mind right there. Kimberly deserved to not have to wait the full year that I'd arbitrarily deigned as a waiting period; she'd more than earned her dream as far as I was concerned.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and speed-dialed Callie.

"Jeff," she greeted me warmly. "How are you?"

"Hey Callie. Look, I need you to start identity change papers for Kimberly."

Kimberly collapsed onto the couch at my side, clutching my arm and eyes nearly popping out of her head.

"Alright. Details?"

"She's going to be a real girl as soon as I can wrangle a body mass donor." Kimberly was at least twenty pounds too light for the pictures she made.

"How much do you need?"

"Oh, twenty, thirty pounds. Something like that."

Callie was silent on the line for a bit, and then, "Why don't we make a deal, Jeff. I'll donate that weight, and in return you'll fix my face?"

"Callie," I sighed, "why didn't you say anything about it earlier? You know I would have been glad to do that for you, at any time."

"You're always so busy, Jeff. Once we got the identity procedures in place, there never seemed to be any time. I was going to make an appointment, but..."

"Callie, you don't make an appointment. I only have a few actual friends, and you're one of them. Maybe I wouldn't have had time during the week, but I've got time to do whatever you want on the weekends. Besides," I teased, "women who've taken my virginity get to ask me for help."

"Well, I'm a little embarrassed that I've been putting on weight again, too," she admitted.

My power let me change how people looked, totally. As a result, over time outward appearances began to matter less and less to me. I could make anyone into the most outwardly beautiful person in the world, but I couldn't do anything about inner beauty, and Callie had that in spades. "Okay, let's make another deal, Callie. You don't be embarrassed if you put on a few pounds, and I'll give you a tune-up whenever you feel like it, alright? Now can you meet us at the shop in, oh, say two hours? We need to use the video equipment there if we're modifying your face, and for Kimberly's gender change."

Callie sniffled on the line. "Two hours. I'll be there."

I smiled, not that she could see it. Still, part of that smile carried into my voice. "See you then."

Hanging up the phone, I turned to the pretty asian gripping my arm nearly tight enough to hurt. "Why don't you go and get your makeup off and shower. We need to be at the shop in two hours," I advised.

Kimberly darted in and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek, then hustled out of the room, completely unable to speak.

"You are in so much trouble, Jeffery Marks," Pixie commented from the doorway where she had yet to move from.

"Come again?" Unsurprisingly, I had no idea what she was talking about.

Pixie nodded her head towards where our houseguest had shot through. "That girl wants you so badly she can taste it, and the only thing holding her back is that she knows you don't have any attraction to trans-girls. Once she's a head-to-toe woman?" Pixie shook her head, "The gloves are about to come off."

I rolled my eyes, "No she doesn't. I think you're confusing gratitude with... whatever you think she feels."

Pixie chuckled and finally uncrossed her arms. "Fine, don't believe me. Just be prepared to make her pussy big enough to take you, is all I'm saying. You do realize that she could have gotten her own place months ago, but she's still living here, right? Chew on that for awhile."

As Pixie left the room, I did nothing but chew on that until they were ready to leave. Was I really misreading things that badly? No, the thought was crazy.

Kimberly, liking me like that? Ludicrous.

******

"Okay. Do you two have any objections to doing this at the same time? Keep in mind that you're pretty much going to be naked in front of each other," I warned.

"Whichever way is faster," Kimberly blurted before blushing as her mouth ran faster than her brain.

I chuckled. "That's one vote for at the same time. Callie?"

Callie shuffled uncomfortably. She looked at me, then at Kimberly's anxious face. "I'm not mean enough to make her wait. I can put up with it, I guess."

"Alright, paperwork first, so we can get all this stuff filed right. It has to be legible, Kimberly," I admonished her. "Don't race through so fast that no one can read it."

Eventually we were in Room Four with the video system running, both Callie and Kimberly in nothing but bathrobes. "Okay, how's this? I slim you down first, Callie, and transfer that weight to Kimberly. Then I'll do your face before working on her."

In response, Callie dropped her robe to the floor. "Ready."

She had put on some weight, which was fortuitous for Kimberly. Starting at her feet, I ran my hands up her legs, pushing the excess bulk to her stomach. "Do you want to be slimmer than the first time?" I checked from my kneeling position.

Callie shook her head. "No, I like being curvy. My boobs did get a little bigger, if you could leave them alone? Other than that, just make me like the first time, please."

I nodded, and continued to work. I pooled the excess weight from nearly her whole body into her belly, until she had what looked like a six-month baby bump protruding outward.

"Okay, we're ready to transfer. Come close and open your robe please, Kimberly."

Kimberly took a deep breath and shrugged her bathrobe open, covering up her groin area with her hands immediately afterward.

I carefully separated the sphere of flesh from Callie, placing it onto Kimberly's stomach and working it into place, running my hands around it to make it match her faintly golden skin-tone.

I had no idea if just leaving it for awhile would be alright. When someone gets an organ transplant in the normal way, there's an organ rejection thing that happens. Unsure if having someone else's body mass grafted on would cause that, I used my power to make sure that it was all converted into Kimberly's cells before doing anything else. Better safe than sorry.

"I'm going to leave you like this while I work on Callie. You can close your robe back up for now."

Kimberly waddled over to the mirrors, cradling her large stomach with both hands and a deeply thoughtful look on her face.

I spent a minute smoothing out Callie's stomach and putting her bellybutton back. Her stomach was smaller than before, as while she had gained some weight she definitely didn't gain as much as she promised to donate. Callie would just have to deal with a flat stomach. "Callie, you can put your robe back on as well, and then why don't we sit down and work on your face."

At her direction, her bulbous nose was slimmed down to a slightly pointed shape with smaller nostrils. Her eyes were moved a little further out and enlarged. Cheekbones and lips were made bigger. Her chin was made a little smaller and less square.

After I was finished, and Callie was happy with it, her face looked a lot like Pixie's did. Not identical, but a person could see a familial relationship between them again other than just having the same shade of red hair.

"Satisfied, Callie?" I checked.

"I'm so pretty!" she choked. Turning to me fully and wiping her big blue eyes with her hands, she leaned in and whispered, "If we weren't recording this, I'd lay such a kiss on you... and I probably wouldn't stop there."

"Raincheck," I promised. "Can you fit into your old clothes?"

Callie nodded, took one last look at her new face in the small desk mirror, and wiped her eyes again. "I think so. Close enough, anyway."

"Alright. Go ahead and get dressed, and I'm going to start on Kimberly. If you need to, grab Pixie and raid the storeroom. Your waist is smaller than before now."

Walking over to the tri-mirror, I placed a hand on Kimberly's shoulder, making her jump. "You doing okay?"

Kimberly turned to the side again, checking out the body mass on her stomach. "Yeah. Just pretending to be pregnant," she bashfully admitted.

That thought hadn't occurred to me at all. Even with full body surgery, a trans-woman wouldn't be able to bear children. What I could do might make that actually possible. "It's your turn now. Ready?"

Kimberly stepped over to the bed, and dropped her robe, once again covering her genitals with her hands.

It occurred to me that she wasn't shy... she didn't want me to see what she had between her legs. I figured that was the best place to start. I stepped close to her. "Move your hands," I directed quietly.

Kimberly let her hands drop to her sides, staring into my eyes from very close in a combination of hope and wonder.

I reached underneath her temporarily expanded stomach and flattened my palm against the under-curve. The moment my hand made contact with her skin, Kimberly's breath left her in a soft explosion.

"Widen your stance just a bit, okay?"

My first employee shuffled her feet further apart, and I ran my hand down and under, reshaping what she had into a vagina. I would never find out what she had started with down there, even if I were interested, as the moment my skin made contact with anything there it was molded to match the picture in my mind's eye.

Once I removed my hand from between her legs, her own hands darted back in. "Oh my God," she whimpered through what seemed like the beginnings of hyperventilation. Kimberly's legs started to give out and I barely caught her before she fell.

I eased her onto the bed, trying to make her comfortable. "Are you okay?" I checked.

"It's really happening!" she softly exclaimed, as though speaking above a whisper would wake her from the dream.

I smiled, encouragingly I hoped. "Let me get your printouts. Anything you want to add before I really begin?"

As I walked over to the desk to get her Photoshopped pictures, Kimberly sniffed and cleared her throat. "Um, I didn't put anything about height on there. I want to be shorter. Not Pixie-short, but maybe like Five-Four?"

I repressed my groan, not wanting to hurt her feelings. Making breasts was easy, it was just moving mass into place and rounding it out. Adjusting someone's height, however, was the most difficult thing I did.

Every part of her was going to have to be shaped smaller, and it was a nightmare to get all the proportions right. Added to that, people's heads don't scale with the rest of their bodies at the same rate. The size difference between the heads of a person six feet tall and five feet tall wasn't nearly as drastic as, say, the difference between their hand sizes. If I was even just a little off somewhere when I changed her height, she would look unnatural. Freaky, even. I couldn't do that to anyone, but especially not to Kimberly.

There was nothing for it but to just get started, and fix what didn't look right as needed afterward.

I began with the fun part. Moving the body mass from her stomach up to her chest, it was separated and molded into two large breasts. I left her nipples and areolas alone for the moment. As I made her body smaller, more body mass was going to be moved there, and I wanted to wait until the end to get the details right.

I worked at her piece by piece, making her torso shorter and more narrow, moving her shoulders inward. Arms were made shorter and skinnier to match the pictures, with much smaller, dainty hands. Elongated her neck just a bit.

Slightly wider hips, with thin feminine legs. Smaller feet. A pert, perfectly rounded ass that resembled an inverted heart and just above that, fetching dimples of venus. Finishing her breasts last, they had a slightly long and pointed shape with mildly puffy areola and wide, yet short nipples.

I ran into a couple of problems. My estimate of Kimberly needing an extra twenty or thirty pounds was based on her height of about five-nine. The five-four frame she desired didn't need that at all. The other problem was that her breasts were so large and her musculature so small that she was going to have back problems within months.

I tried to kill two birds with one stone. I made her back and shoulder muscles far stronger without increasing their size. As a result, those muscles became incredibly, inhumanly dense, and soaked up some of the excess mass. I did the same to the rest of her body's muscles after that, using up the remainder of the body mass I didn't need.

Sure, I could have just admitted that I was wrong, or even blamed it on the height change and made it into hair, but I was a little embarrassed about it. Besides, she really did need at least her back to be strong, and every muscle counterbalancing those back muscles needed to be equally strong. Best to just do them all.

It seemed to take ages, but eventually I was ready for her to judge my work. "Why don't you try to get up, Kimberly. Carefully now, your body is smaller and your center of gravity is very, very different. You might be a little clumsy for awhile." She was amazingly top-heavy now, and the last thing I wanted for her was to take two steps toward the mirrors and fall on her face.

As Kimberly turned this way and that, running her dainty hands over her new body, I looked her over with a critical eye.

Her legs were a touch long, and her ribcage was maybe a little too narrow. "Any trouble breathing, Kimberly? Shortness of breath or anything like that?"

Kimberly shook her head, "I wouldn't be able to tell right now. It's all I can do to keep from passing out," she admitted.

I knew this was a big deal for her. Maybe the biggest of all deals. "Understandable, really. Your ribcage is a little narrow, and I'm concerned about whether or not your lungs are big enough. Speaking of, if your breathing doesn't get easier, or if you start to feel nauseous or unwell, I need you to tell me immediately, okay?"

Kimberly actually stopped looking at herself and turned to me. "What?"

I settled myself into the rolling office chair. "This is uncharted ground. You're the very first person that I've ever changed their gender, and I don't know if the hormone shift is going to harm you or not. My gut says 'no', and I've been learning to trust that feeling, but let's play it safe, alright?"

The stacked Japanese girl shrugged, sending her massive breasts into wild motion. "I feel fine, great even! Just, you know, really super excited! I mean, this is more than I could ever have hoped for... I'm real now."

It took me a moment to tear my gaze from her bust. The shape of Kimberly's brand new tits was slightly conical, and when they moved her nipples did this amazing oscillation. It got much harder to look at her face when Kimberly's shrug gave her the idea to start bouncing on her heels, just to enjoy the feeling of her real breasts bouncing.

"Anything you want to change right now? Your legs are a little long, and your ribcage is a little small, but that's all I can see." I had to get us back on track before the stirring in my pants exploded into something I couldn't hide. The body Kimberly had designed for herself was more or less sex incarnate.

Kimberly turned back to the mirrors. "Do you think I should change any of that?"

"Honestly? The narrow torso makes your breasts seem even bigger, and the long legs are attractive. If you're not having trouble breathing, my opinion is to leave it alone."

Kimberly nodded silently, turning to the side and pulling her huge breast inward and away from her side to check it out. "Yeah. I think I'm going to keep it this way. Can you work on my face a little?"

I frowned despite myself. "What's wrong with your face?"

"I dunno. I'd like my lips a little plumper, and my nose a little smaller, maybe? When you fixed my face after I turned eighteen, it was all minor stuff to just make me less masculine. Just... my body is ultra-girly now, right? I want my face to be ultra-girly too."

"Alright. Come sit down, and we'll get started." I did make her nose smaller, and her mouth a little wider with plumper lips. Lips were tricky, as they needed to have valleys and wrinkles so as to not look fake. I also sharpened her cheekbones a bit, and gave her eyes a bit more of an exotic slant, while making the brown color she had in her irises richer.

After she ran out of ideas and directions for me, I leaned back into the office chair. "Happy?"

Kimberly pulled a couple of tissues from the box on the desk we sat in front of to dry her eyes with. "This is the happiest I've ever been."

"Okay, if you're satisfied, let me get your measurements and I'll get you some clothes."

Hip measurement: Thirty inches. Waist measurement... twenty inches. Under-bust measured twenty eight. Bustline measured thirty eight.

If her bustline was ten inches larger than her under-bust, then that meant the bra I needed to get for her was a 28J. I didn't think we had one of those. More to the point, I didn't think anyone made one of those.

"Be right back," I told the ecstatically weepy asian girl, and let myself out of the room.

Waiting just outside in the reception chair was Pixie. "Hey, Pixie, I think you're going to have to introduce Kimberly to your tailor. Her body... she's not buying things off the rack, I think."

Pixie bounced to her feet. "This I've gotta see!"

"Wait, she might not want-"

"Holy Moley! Look at those BOOBS!" Pixie exclaimed from the doorway before hurrying inside and closing the door.

"-you to see her yet," I finished lamely to myself. Sighing, I went to the storeroom to try and find something for Kimberly to wear.

******

Laying in bed, I flipped through the channels on the television. It was late, but I'd gotten so used to sleeping with Pixie in the bed with me that I was struggling to fall asleep.

Pixie had commandeered Kimberly as soon as she had clothes on, dragging her out the door and chattering at a mile a minute. They'd been out on the town since, and for the first time in ages I was all by myself.

I wasn't enjoying being alone. Not one bit. I'd had my fill of solitude long, long ago.

I shifted again, fidgeting... and a Goddess entered my bedroom.

Kimberly was distracting just playing with her new body at the shop. Now, though, she was wearing makeup, had her hair styled, and was wearing lingerie. 'Breathtaking' seemed like such a weak word.

She had a white cup-less bustier around her ribs and waist, with straps running around her giant tits and over her shoulders, pushing those mounds of heaven up and together a bit but leaving them bare. Below that, garter straps held up sheer white thigh-high stockings that ended in white heels. Her smooth skin looked like pure gold in the darkened bedroom.

I found myself unable to make a sound as she swayed close, her expression a mixture of fear and determination. Without breaking stride, she effortlessly slipped out of her heels and straddled my lap, the thick duvet and thin silk sheet the only things separating our bodies.

"Hey," she quietly greeted me in a breathy whisper.

I tried to wet my dry lips and mostly failed. I choked on my own tongue trying to speak. "Kim-Kimberly. Uh, what's going on?" I asked, as though it wasn't blatantly obvious.

"Today you made me a girl, Jeff. There's still one more step before I'm a woman."

"Look, uh, you don't have to do this. I don't want you to think you owe me this, or anything." I didn't have the words to convey how uncomfortable I was over the thought that she felt like she had to have sex with me as some form of payment. It felt dirty, in a really bad way. It felt wrong.

Kimberly laid down on me, her massive breasts spreading out over my bare chest just above the boundary of the covers. Her slim, petite hands gently grasped the sides of my face and her thumbs stroked my temples over and over slowly, like she was trying to soothe me.

"Jeff, you have the wrong idea. When I found you, I was homeless. Homeless, hopeless, and had no way out. You should have sent me on my way, but instead you took me in. Gave me a home. Gave me a job. Gave me a purpose, and motivation, and today you granted my impossible wish. You saved me, Jeffery Marks. But do you know what the greatest thing about all of that is?"

I shook my head, entranced by the intensity in her eyes.

"You did all of that for me, a stranger, and you expected nothing in return. Nothing. I spent the first few weeks here waiting for the other shoe to drop. No one does all of that for someone else without some kind of payback. I was ready for the day that you started demanding things from me, to take me up on my offer to be your slave, and I was prepared to pay it. Only... that day never came. Jeff, I don't want to sleep with you because I owe you, I want to sleep with you because I kind of love you."

I blinked the sudden wetness from my eyes. "Tell me that last bit again?" I begged.

"I love you." The words were simple, yet stated with certainty, and nothing anyone had ever said to me affected me as much as those three words.

I raised my head, pressing my lips against her plump, painted ones in a gentle kiss. Kimberly whimpered against my mouth.

"That's the first time a girl has told me that," I confessed.

"It's the first time I've said it," she admitted. "Please, can I get under the covers with you?"

"If you're sure, I'd really like that."

Kimberly darted in to steal a soft, lingering kiss before rolling off of me, and scooting under the covers close. Laying halfway on me, her big soft breasts flattened as much as they could against my side and chest. One smooth nylon-covered leg drifted upward over mine.

I gazed into her exotic eyes, looking for what, I don't know. Reading people has always been a weakness of mine. Deciding to man up and go for it, I placed my palm on the side of her beautiful face and kissed her again.

Kimberly moaned into my mouth, deepening the kiss and slipping her tongue inside. She grasped my side with her only free hand and tried to pull herself even closer.

Jarred into motion, I let my arm drift down, gripping her perfectly round ass cheek and squeezing.

Her ass was firm yet malleable, and the cheek I was gripping fit into my hand nearly perfectly. Kimberly's kissing became more needy and she reached up, grasping my wrist and moving my idle hand from her face down to the giant breast closest to it.

For a time, that was what we did. We kissed like frenzied teenagers and felt each other's bodies, the both of us really liking what we found.

Kimberly pulled back just a hair, panting heavily over my face through her open mouth. "Take me, Jeff," she pleaded.

Pixie's words haunted me. Be prepared to make her pussy big enough to take you. I rolled us over, propped up on my arms above her and between her spread legs. Reaching down, I cupped her vagina, incidentally feeling how absolutely soaked she was. Any lingering doubts I had over whether Kimberly really wanted this were quashed.

I concentrated, and shaped her to be just big enough to take my length.

"What was that? I felt the pulling of you shaping me," she asked, not afraid but merely curious.

"Um, I'm really big. Stupidly big, if you want to split hairs. Pixie and Callie begged me to keep it this way. I, uh, had to make you big enough to accept it. If that's a problem, I can change you back, or change you back after, or change us both right now, or-"

Kimberly cut off my rambling by covering my mouth with her palm, giggling. "It's fine. Really," she assured me. "I was just curious. I trust you, Jeff."

When she finally let me talk again, I checked, "Do you want the super-sensitive nipples too?"

"Yes. But after, okay?" Her slim hand traveled down my body, finding my dick and wrapping around it. Her eyes widened considerably. "Holy Fuck, Jeff." Her other hand joined its partner down there, and she explored my length and girth before pointing me downward and lining us up.

I eased into her drenched tunnel, a little at a time. I tried to be as gentle as possible as I worked myself inside of her.

Tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes and I stopped, concerned. "Are you okay?" It was all I could do to not yank my cock out of her, afraid she was in pain.

"I'm great, Jeff. Don't stop, keep going. This is even better than I'd ever dreamed. I want this so much."

Relieved, I did as she bade me and soon I bottomed out, resting against her pelvic bone as she clenched sporadically around my member.

I slowly withdrew, making her breath shudder, and at the same pace went for another pass. Then another.

Kimberly's eyes were rolling into the back of her head, and her hands were everywhere. She felt down my chest and stroked my back, gripping my ass and curling her arms under mine to grasp my shoulders. It felt like she was enjoying my body as much as I was enjoying hers, and she couldn't decide on a place to stay so she just kept wandering.

I laid down on her, and kissed her again. Her long, thin legs wrapped around me, and I wedged my arms between her and the mattress, both of us trying to get as close to each other as possible.

There wasn't any acrobatics or lewd dirty talk. No wild positions, no kinky acts. Just two lovers kissing in the missionary position and taking their time. It was wonderful.

I unlocked my lips from hers, burying my face into her long neck. "I'm close," I warned.

Her hands stroked my back lovingly for a moment before assuming a firm grip on each of my rolling ass cheeks. "Cum inside of me, Jeff. Please, I'm begging you, cum inside me."

As though those words were a command rather than a plea, my balls pulled up even tighter and I began the mighty pulsing, shooting my pleasure inside of the Goddess beneath me.

Midway through, I managed to unclench my eyes and pull my head up. Kimberly's eyes were rolled so far back that all I could see were the whites in almond-shaped frames. Her mouth was wide open, plump lips quivering, but she wasn't making a sound. Not even breathing.

My orgasm was powerful, but hers must have been even bigger. It sure lasted longer, at any rate. It lasted so long, I was getting ready to do something drastic to just make her take a breath, when she exhaled everything in her lungs explosively. Then she began breathing rapidly and deeply, trying to re-oxygenate and her beautiful eyes blinked rapidly, irises rolling around as she tried to get them to focus.

Finally her eyes locked into mine. "Oh my God," she whispered in a tone that was nothing but awe.

"Hey," I smiled at her, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. "Welcome back."

Kimberly stroked my back some more, and her lips quirked into a silly grin. "I have your cum in my pussy."

Her goofy smile was infectious, and I found myself returning it. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

Her head tilted upward on the pillow. "It was even better. Nothing could have prepared me for that."

I eased out of the busty girl, gingerly laying beside her with our arms touching. Her hand slid into mine, intertwining our fingers, and I squeezed it compulsively.

I had lost my virginity so long ago, it seemed, but I'd never had a girl tell me she loved me, or even held hands before that night. While Kimberly might not have been my first bed partner, I still had a couple of first times to share with her.

"That was so sweet it made my pussy cry," came a familiar voice that wasn't mine or Kimberly's.

I turned incredulous eyes to the chair in the corner, where a nude Pixie had her legs slung over the armrests and a hand between her legs. She lifted that hand up, showing me her fingers wetly glistening in the dim light. "See?"

Kimberly pulled the covers over her head, and I glared at the tiny woman. "Seriously, Pixie?" When did she sneak in?

"What? This is still my house, and if anyone is fucking here then I get to watch."

Kimberly started to convulse beside me, and I felt terrible. Having someone perv on your first time like that? I was dangerously close to blowing my top.

I peeled back the covers to try and comfort my bedmate, only to find she wasn't crying at all. She was laughing.

"Fucking Pixie," she giggled in exasperation, like it explained everything.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pixie approach the bed and crawl her little body under the covers at the foot.

Kimberly abruptly stopped giggling and her eyes crossed. Loud slurping noises came from the vicinity of her waist, and I pulled back the covers to find a mop of wild red hair between her legs noisily cleaning her up.

After a moment I laid the covers back down and looked at the Japanese Goddess as she experienced having her pussy licked for the first time.

"Fucking Pixie," I agreed.

Maybe it did explain everything.

******

When the alarm went off, I tried to reach over to silence it, but was pinned down.

On my left, head pillowed on my shoulder and smeared makeup making her look like a gorgeous raccoon was Kimberly, brow cutely furrowed as she fought to stay asleep.

On my right, with her back pressed against my side and all four of her limbs wrapped around my arm was Pixie's tiny body, pressing my curled hand against her cooch and tickling my other shoulder with her wild red hair.

Kimberly finally pulled herself into the waking world, and the first thing she did was place a lingering kiss on my chest. "I wanted to wake you up with a blowjob," she complained in a sexy voice rough from sleep.

I squeezed her tight against me and hummed contentedly. "This is just as good," I assured her. I didn't need to be woken with oral sex. Waking up with this exotic beauty in my arms? Life didn't get better. Unable to stop myself, I kissed the top of her messy cavewoman hair.

Kimberly cuddled me for a moment, before reaching over and killing the alarm, getting to her feet gingerly. "Ouch," she muttered.

"You okay, Beautiful?"

Her smile at being called 'beautiful' was blinding. "Yeah, just sore. Really sore."

I disentangled myself from Pixie, having to fight to get my arm out of her grip, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here," I beckoned.

Kimberly shuffled close, and I placed my hand into her thigh gap, cupping her snatch. I focused, and shaped away the pain.

"Wow," she breathed. "Best lover ever," she emphasized.

I smiled a little bashfully at her over that, then remembered about the nipple thing. I reached up, pinched a nipple between a thumb and finger on each hand, and used my power to increase their sensitivity.

Kimberly blinked at me confusedly, still not quite all the way awake. "What was that?"

I grinned like a devil and pulled her down a bit, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking hard, tonguing the protrusion.

Her arms immediately clutched at my head with all the strength of her enhanced muscles. Her legs began to shake, and a high-pitched whine escaped her mouth.

I kept at it until her legs gave out, catching her before she fell. Maneuvering her limp body to a seated position on my lap, I held her shuddering frame close, wrapping my arms around her. "Good morning."

"You can do that whenever you want," she offered breathlessly from my chest.

Tiny arms wrapped loosely around my neck as Pixie plastered herself to my back and kissed my neck. "Morning Jeffery, Kimberly. Come on, group shower before work," she prodded.

The shower was a lot of fun. Both Kimberly and Pixie got to find out what it felt like to have both ultra-responsive nipples sucked at the same time. When they offered to give me a dual blowjob, I reluctantly had to pass. If I took them up on that so very tempting offer, we'd be late for work.

I had thought that Kimberly might have balked at Pixie playing with her, but that turned out not to be the case at all. There was something going on there that I couldn't see, but that wasn't really surprising. I usually missed things.

******

We broke ground on the new facility a month after Pixie had brought it up. I gave her full reign to design the layout, and Pixie spent a week with an architectural firm getting the plans drawn. Despite her sex obsession and young, inexperienced-looking body, inside of her head was a near genius with almost a century of life experience to draw upon. I figured any input I had to offer would have just screwed it up, so I stayed hands-off and let her run amok.

I had heard somewhere that the first rule of leadership is delegating tasks to capable people. Yeah, that's what I was doing.

I was delegating.

******

I stepped into Room Two, glancing at the name on the file for the consultation. At first sight of the woman patiently waiting at the desk, I promptly forgot it.

"Hello, Ms. Vixen, I'm Jeff Marks."

The beautiful blonde smiled slightly at me. "I'm pretty sure I didn't put my stage name on anything here, Handsome."

I sat on the other side of the consultation desk and set the file down. The name on the file was actually 'Bridgette Jorg', and I started to curse at myself inside of my head. "You didn't, forgive me. Your work was partially responsible for getting me through a very lonely adolescence." Much further than just adolescence, to tell the truth, but I wasn't going to volunteer that.

Checking that she'd signed the video waver when she came in, I plugged the thumb drive into the video system and started it up.

I never expected to meet one of my favorite pornstars on a random Wednesday. Sure, I got to meet a celebrity after hours here and there, but they didn't hold a cherished place in my memories like Chalice Vixen did.

She cocked her head to the side. "I can't imagine you were all that lonely," she observed, giving me a once over.

I smiled uncomfortably, trying very hard to not stare. "You obviously know what I do here. The very first thing I did was turn my power on myself. Trust me, I was lonely. Well!" I said briskly, "Enough about me, what are you looking for?"

She smiled, completely at ease. "I want you to give me a dick. A big one. Big fucking balls, too. Then give me my pussy back in about six months or so."

I blinked a bit, this was new. "I take it this is for work?"

"Oh yeah. I'm going to make specialty videos for about six months, and make a fuckin' bundle. Hell, the studio I work for is even paying what this costs."

"Okay... Uh, here's our pricing sheet, what you want falls under penile enlargement, and that's ten thousand. To go back would fall under labia restructure, and that's another two."

She gave me an amused grin, "Quite a big damn price difference."

I shrugged, not wanting to admit that it cost more because I didn't like handling dicks. "It's a question of demand. More men want a bigger penis than there are women who want their vaginas to look different."

She nodded, "That actually checks out. So, what the fuck do I need to do to make this shit happen?"

"When you set up a consultation, we also schedule a shaping appointment two weeks later, to give you time to get the money together. So, two weeks from now, assuming we have your payment, you come back in and I do the work. If you bring in pictures of how you want to look it is much easier than trying to convey it with words."

She nodded, and began to gather her things to leave. "Works. I'll see you in two weeks, then?"

I stood and reached out to shake her hand. "Two weeks," I agreed. "You may want to stop at reception and schedule your appointment to get reshaped as well. There's a long wait to get in here."

She rolled her eyes and slung her purse back over her shoulder. "Don't I know it. Took fuckin' forever to get in this first time. See you in two weeks, Handsome."

Chalice Vixen called me handsome to my face. It took hours for the stupid grin to fade.

******

Striding into Room Three, I glanced at the name on the file. "Hello, Mr. Shale, I'm Jeff Marks." I held out my right hand to shake, before noticing he didn't have a right hand. He didn't have legs below the knees either.

I was proud of how I didn't even pause, just shifted the file to my other hand and shook with my left.

Once I'd verified the video waiver, I plugged in his thumb drive and started recording. "So, what can I do for you?"

He held up his stump of a right arm. "I'm sure you can guess," he tried to grin.

"Oh, I could. I could probably guess what everyone comes in to see me for, but at best I'd only get eight out of ten right, and really offend the other two," I confided. "Best to get the words from you, yourself."

"I want my arm back, and my legs too. You can do that, right? I mean, that's what I heard."

I pulled out his paperwork to make notes. "I sure can. Can I ask what happened?"

Roger Shale leaned back into his wheelchair, and in his eyes I could see him relive a painful memory. "It was Prom night. Me and my girl were going back to my place after the dance. Gonna have some fun, right? Only, we never made it."

"Woke up in the hospital, missing half of me and... Mia, she lost all of herself. Found out later that some drunk fuck t-boned us. Killed my girl, killed himself, they had to use the jaws of life to pry me out of the wreck. Wasn't anyone to sue over it, wasn't any way to get my girl back."

His eyes teared up a bit, and he unashamedly wiped them away with his one hand, one side at a time. "Then I caught word about this cape, and he can fix people. Got on the waiting list to get seen, find out if I actually can be fixed."

I looked him over with a critical eye. He just didn't have the extra body mass to rebuild three limbs.

Normally when I shed people's weight for them, I made it into hair and we cut it off. It was the cutting that mattered.

As long as the hair was still attached to a person my power considered it body mass, same as flesh and bone, even though hair, and nails for that matter, were dead cells. Once it was cut from a person, though, it was inert to my ability. I needed to find some way to store body mass on-site for cases just like this.

"One second, Mr. Shale. I need some extra information here."

I picked up the phone in the room. "Hey, Janice. Can you bring a Form-J and today's schedule into Room Three? Thanks."

As I hung up, the man cautiously asked; "What's a Form-J?"

I grinned, "A waiver of fees. I'm going to fix you for free, but we need a little help. Now, other than your limbs, is there anything else? I imagine you have scarring, at the least."

"I-I-I..." he tried, but was too choked up to actually speak.

It was then that Janice came into the room, and handed me my requested papers. "Thank you, Janice."

She smiled her traffic-stopping smile my way. "My pleasure, Mr. Marks."

I scanned the sheet, luckily finding what I was looking for. "Think you can wait until three o'clock?" I checked with my client.

He nodded, still mute, and I slid the Form-J in front of him. "Go ahead and fill that out for me, alright?"

I turned to my patiently waiting coordinator. "Do me a favor, and have Manny or Fran call Ms. Reuben. If she consents to donating some of her weight to Mr. Shale, we'll refund half of her money. If she says yes, I need a half-hour of time wedged in for him directly afterward."

"I'm on it." Janice took the schedule back from me and hurried out of the room.

"Okay, here's what's probably going to happen. I've got a lady coming in to get rid of extra weight. I need that weight to rebuild you. So, I'll take a bunch of that, stick it onto your stomach, and make you wait around for a bit with a really big potbelly until she's done, and then we'll get you fixed."

He slid the completed form back across the desk to me. "I... I can wait here, right?"

"Sure! Well, not in this room. But the waiting room has televisions and all the soda or coffee you can drink. You just go ahead and hang out in the waiting room, and around three we'll get that first step done. A little after that, and you'll be stepping out of here on your own."

******

Obviously Ms. Reuben jumped at the chance to get thirty thousand dollars back, and we managed to transfer the weight to Roger while still preserving everyone's modesty.

Once I had Roger Shale comfortable and on the shaping bed, I did as promised. I rebuilt his missing arm to match the one he still had. I had to guess at his legs and feet, but I had a lot of practice eyeballing proportions.

I smoothed out all of his scarring, and focused deeper, making absolutely sure all of his insides worked right. The last thing I wanted was to hear that he'd died from lingering liver damage from the crash in a week when I could have fixed it. Best to just fix it now.

"Okay, Mr. Shale. Want to try and stand? Here, take my hand. Easy now," I cautioned.

I held him upright for his first tentative steps, but his confidence and coordination came back quickly. By the time he was in front of the tri-mirror, he had walked the last two steps on his own.

"I don't believe it," he muttered, running his hands over where only an hour ago he had deep, ugly scarring over most of his abdomen. "I don't know what to say."

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Shale? Your feet look right?"

He blinked at his feet for a minute. "They don't look exactly like they did before, but it's not like I had pictures of my feet. I'm just happy I have ten toes."

"So, you're satisfied?"

"I am. Thanks, Doc."

"No, no. I'm not a doctor. Mr. Marks is fine. I'll give you a minute here to get your underwear and a robe on, and then I'll send Kimberly in to get you socks and shoes, alright?"

Once he had the robe cinched tight, he stepped closer. "Uh, Mr. Marks?" he questioned.

Did he need something else fixed? "Yes?"

The man threw his arms around me in a huge bear hug, actually managing to pick me up from the floor briefly. He surprised a chuckle out of me, and I hugged him back for a second.

"I don't... what am I going to do?" he wondered.

"First, you're going to get some free shoes and socks. After that, the world is wide open. If I were in your position? I'd put some effort into learning to dance and play the drums."

He grinned a little giddily at me. "You mean, if you were in my shoes?"

I fought it, but the smile still bloomed. People's reactions once they'd been given hope back were powerful things. "Sure, let's pretend I said that. That's a lot more clever."

I wandered into the living room, and caught Kimberly watching anime.

I sidled up next to her, feeling a little hurt. "I thought you hated anime? At least, that's what you told me when I asked if you wanted to watch with me."

Kimberly looked at me a little guiltily. "I never said I hated anime, Jeff. I hate the way you watch it."

I crossed my arms defensively. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Kimberly picked up the control and paused her show. "You watch anime with English dubbing, Jeff. It ruins it. Me? I'm actually bilingual, and everything they say I understand. Even subtitles would wreck my enjoyment of this."

I uncrossed my arms, staring at the ceiling for a bit. This wasn't the first time I'd heard the argument, but trying to watch any of it in the original Japanese meant I spent the whole time reading the subtitles of what they were saying instead of seeing the animation. Watching in English, even if it was inferior, I got to enjoy it.

"Fine. I won't bring it up again."

Kimberly looked at me consideringly for a moment. "Wanna fool around?" she offered.

My head nodded like it was on a spring. "Yes. Yes I do."

I bent at the waist, easily picked Kimberly up from her seated position and slung her over my shoulder, all the while ignoring her surprised squealing.

Giving her firm ass a little smack, I carried the stacked girl to my bedroom, one arm locked around her thighs as she giggled down my back.

Kimberly loved feeling like a woman, more than anything. She loved the feeling of her tits bouncing. She loved putting on makeup and dresses and too-tight clothing. A small part of Kimberly even enjoyed menstrual cramps. But most of all, even above all of that, Kimberly loved to have her pussy played with.

I tossed the slim, stacked girl to my bed and grasped her panties and yoga pants by their waistbands, and tugged all of that tight clothing down her thin legs and off. Once I had them clear, I dove in.

Kimberly threaded her fingers through my hair and raised her legs. "Oh, Jeff," she sighed.

I took my time exploring and tasting. This wasn't a race, and if she just wasn't getting there after a while, she had cheat buttons. A minute or two of playing with her nipples and she'd be cumming. Alternately, ten seconds of sucking up there would accomplish the same.

But, like I said, that would be cheating. Also, less fun and less good altogether. If there is one thing Pixie taught me about sex, it's that the journey is just as important as the destination. Perhaps even more so.

So, I settled in, languidly lapping at the exotic beauty's leaking gash and listening to her sexy noises of appreciation. Also, tolerating the pulling of my hair.

She did taste kind of amazing, and that wasn't just my opinion. Pixie thought so as well, though the first time I really watched the diminutive redhead kneeling at Kimberly's altar nearly made me explode in my pants.

Wanting more noises from her, I focused on her clit and eased my fingers inside her.

Kimberly's hands fisted into my hair while she powerfully humped against my face, holding me in place with a lot of strength.

She froze after a minute or so, and though I couldn't see I knew her eyes had rolled up into her head. I worked her through it, prolonging her orgasm until she yanked my head from her core, trying desperately to catch her breath with deep heaving noises.

I eased my digits out of her, sitting up on my heels and feeling very smug.

Kimberly needed a minute to collect herself, blinking as her eyes rolled around the room before settling on me. She smiled without care at me, slowly and dopily.

Rolling over onto her front, one at a time she pulled her knees up and under her, before raising her tight behind into the air. "Fuck me, Jeff. I need you to fuck me," she begged.

I shuffled forward, wetting down the flared head of my cock by roughly rubbing it up and down her dripping divide, before long-stroking all the way inside.

I ran my palm up her spine as she shuddered in a small orgasm. "It's Lady's choice, Beautiful. How do you want it?"

Kimberly tossed her head to move her hair out of her face and gave me a scorching look over her shoulder. "Be Brutal, Jeff. Really rough."

One eyebrow raised uncontrollably. "You got it. But this is a 'Just Say When' kind of thing, okay? Tell me if you need me to ease up."

Without waiting for a reply, or more likely an argument, I grasped her slim hips tightly and began to move my length in and out of her. A person doesn't just start at high-speed. I took my time shifting gears.

At about half speed, Kimberly's head dropped to the pillow. At three-quarters, her narrow back hunched up in tension. At one hundred percent of what I had to give her, she struggled to her hands, tossed her head back, and wailed.

The nice thing about making my dick as long as I did was I had full range of my hips without worrying about slipping out and bending painfully. I hammered her like she wanted, every impact jarring the breath from her lungs and every backstroke as far back as I could roll my hips. The fast ripples my thrusts made as they rolled through her tight, golden ass cheeks captured nearly all of my attention.

After a couple of minutes, Kimberly went mostly limp and I wound up holding her up by the hips as I plowed her. Had she quit the stuttering wail she had going I would have stopped, but I was used to how Kimberly orgasmed. She went limp. Sometimes she stopped breathing. It was a little scary the first couple of times, but after that it was just sexy.

It didn't take very long for the frantic pace to push me off the cliff. Not very long at all. It was actually a little embarrassing how little I actually managed to last.

I buried myself into my lover, holding her firm round ass tight against my pelvis as I came and came.

After catching my breath, I eased out of Kimberly's center, feeling the pleasant burn of well-used muscles. I gently laid her down to the bed, turning her to the side, and then collapsed next to her.

Face to face, I watched her features as she swam back to reality out of the orgasmic ocean she'd apparently been drowning in. Suddenly I didn't feel so bad about the short timeframe.

She smiled sleepily at me, "That was really good."

"I sure had a good time."

Reaching out, I moved her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "You look like you're about to pass out," I observed.

Kimberly blinked slowly, and shuffled closer. "I think you fucked me into a coma. Hold me a little bit?"

I tugged the sex-bomb close and laid on my back, holding her close to my side and relaxing. I trailed my hand down her back, slipping my arm around her tiny waist and just enjoying. Kimberly shuffled her head down my chest until she found whatever she was searching for and slung her arm over my abs, falling asleep so quickly it made me a little jealous.

I laid there in the bedroom, my exotic beauty in my arms, for an hour while she had herself a little nap.

Above and beyond the sex, which was so far past fantastic there wasn't a good enough word to describe it, this was my favorite thing. Closeness, and reality, and comfort. Just holding someone, and being held in return.

The fact that Kimberly was so soft to the touch didn't hurt one bit.

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