      This is the first story in a series that my wife and I
call our "Fantasy Series".  The events described did not
actually occur.  They are rather creations crafted around
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Grayman's Island-Part 1

Chapter 1:  The Invitation

      Ed Cargill had been driving for over two hours.  He
was becoming very irritated. Even his excitement could not
suppress the anxiety.  His information was that the
warehouse was much closer than it seemed to be.  He tried to
stare into the darkness ahead to pick out any possible hint
that he might be approaching his destination.  He cursed
silently under his breath.  Beads of sweat, which had begun
to appear over an hour before, were now dotting his forehead
in profusion.  For the fourth time in the last thirty
minutes, Ed stopped to check the directions that had been
given to him over the phone.

      The events that had set him off down this lonely and
apparently rather deserted stretch of road had all begun
over a month ago in the locker room of his club.  He just
finished three fast games of racquetball with Darrell,
losing all three to the man, as usual. Darrell was jovial as
they showered and dressed in the locker room.

      "I hope I didn't take so much starch out of you that
you won't be able to give Marla a good fucking tonight."  A
leer curled his lip as he chuckled quietly, obviously amused
with his own remark.

      "Shit!  You don't need to worry about that.  I'm
always ready but that cold bitch never is.  All she wants to
do is eat and watch television.  In fact, it's getting so
that I don't even want to fuck her anymore.  She must be 35
or 40 pounds overweight by now and getting fatter everyday."

      "Why don't you do something about it?", Darrell
inquired. "What?  I've tried everything:  screaming,
begging, clam reasoning.  I've even threatened to find
another woman.  Nothing works.  Marla always swears she'll
go on a diet, but never does.  Just keeps on eating and
gaining more weight."

      There was no response from Darrell.  He stared at Ed
thoughtfully as he continued to towel off.  It was as if he
had suddenly lost interest in the conversation.  Although Ed
made a few more remarks on the subject, Darrell appeared to
ignore him.  Finally, Ed gave up and the two of them dressed
in silence, which Darrell didn't break until were ready to
leave.

      "You know, Ed, I think you and Marla should have
dinner with Susan and me tonight.  You do remember Susan,
don't you?"

      Ed had met Darrell's wife a couple of times over a
year before at company parties, but, truthfully, he
remembered very little about her.  Slowly, an image formed.
She was a pretty woman, but, like Marla, on the heavy side.
About the same as his wife, bulging at the seams with fat
thighs and big butt.  All things considered, she wasn't a
particularly attractive woman.  Secretly, Ed took a measure
of pleasure in this fact.  " I can't beat the bastard at
racquetball, but at least his wife's as fat and unattractive
as mine."  Of course, he had no intention of saying any of
this to Darrell.

      "Yes, I remember Susan", Ed replied.  It has been
quite some time since I've seen her though.  I really don't
think she would like us dropping in for dinner unexpectedly.
I better get on home."

      Darrell was having none of it.  "Forget going home and
having Marla fix dinner. I think it's important that the two
of you join us for dinner.  I'll call Susan before we leave
and tell her to expect all of us."  With that, Darrell
turned and walked away as if the matter were settled.  Ed
felt he should refuse and go home, but there was something
more here than met the eye.  He felt the need to accept the
invitation so he placed a quick call to his wife telling her
to get dressed for dinner with Darrell and Susan.  At first,
Marla objected, but Ed was insistent so she finally agreed.

      Later as they were leaving the gym, Darrell asked,
"Did Marla give you a hard time?  Object and all that crap?"
Ed stumbled over his answer and Darrell shook his head.
"That's ridiculous.  A year from now it won't even occur to
Marla to argue and fight with you.  You'll just inform her
of what the two of you are going to do and that will be the
end of it.  We'll expect the two of you at 8 PM."

Chapter 2:  Dinner with Darrell and Susan

      The drive to Darrell's home was difficult and boring.
It was almost 20 miles through traffic most of the way, and
Ed was really hungry by the time they arrived.  He almost
forgot his hunger, however, when he saw Darrell's home.  It
cost $500,000 if it cost a dime.  This guy really knew how
to live.

      The interior of the home was even more elegant than
the outside.  The floor was inlaid hardwood and the
furnishings were beautiful and expensive.  Elegant oil
paintings decorated the walls; hand-carved figurines were on
all end tables, some were very erotic. Ed and Marla were
still staring when they heard Darrell inviting them to make
themselves comfortable.

      "Cognac?", Darrell inquired.  Ed nodded as did Marla.
Darrell pressed a button and Ed heard a chime sound in a
distant part of the house.  Moments later, Susan entered.

      "We would all like a snifter of the 30-year old
cognac, Susan", Darrell instructed his wife.

      Ed simply could not believe his eyes!  He remembered
distinctly that Susan was pretty, but rather plain.  Her
clothes were very conservative and proper.  Her dresses were
always worn well below the knee and were sufficiently full
to conceal any curves she might possess.  The few times he
had seen her she had been wearing low-heel shoes or flats.
He couldn't remember if she had been wearing makeup or not,
but if she had, it was nothing special.  He also knew that
she was overweight by about 40 pounds. Essentially, she
looked and dressed exactly like Marla.

      The woman who was busy preparing their brandies was
nothing like the Susan he remembered!  Ed wasn't certain it
was even the same woman.  This Susan was gorgeous, sexy,
sensuous and outstandingly beautiful.  Her measurements were
nothing short of incredible.  Although she couldn't have
weighed more than 110 pounds, she must have had at least 38D
tits, perhaps even more.  This superb chest rapidly fell
away to a waist that was no more than 23", probably less.
Below her waist, a luscious ass and hips flared out to
something Ed estimated to be 36" to 37".  Although Susan
wasn't tall, she looked it because of her four-inch spike
heels.

      Neither Ed nor Marla could tear their eyes away from
Susan even though they both knew that Darrell was watching
them stare.  Susan's dress was almost obscene.  It was a
tight sheathe made of some type of soft, clinging material
that hugged every curve and crevice of her body.  The top
was low-cut revealing the upper half of her large globes to
within an inch of her nipples, both of which were clearly
outlined by the material of the dress.  As she moved, her
huge breasts swayed and bounced with every step.  It seemed
impossible, but she wasn't wearing a bra.  "How in hell does
she get those huge jugs to stand up like that without a
bra?", Ed wondered to himself as his eyes traveled downward.

      Marla eyes were also glued to her hostess.  The
woman's incredible sensuality and beauty shamed and
embarrassed her.  She saw that the lower slopes of Susan's
breasts were outlined perfectly by the garment as was the
crease where her ass jutted out from her thighs.  Unlike the
dresses she wore and the ones she remembered Susan wearing
when she last saw her, the sheathe was short, very short.
Although not quite a miniskirt, the hemline was at least
four or five inches above her knees.  Her legs looked so
smooth and tanned, Marla though she must be wearing
pantyhose, but there was no indication of a waistband
showing through the tight, clinging material.

      Ed and Marla both managed to tear their eyes away from
Susan's legs to look over the rest of her.  She wore
perfectly matched makeup that complimented her entire
ensemble.  Eyeliner and eye shadow accented long, dark
eyelashes.  A soft, wet-looking gloss adorned both lips.
Beautiful earrings and an expensive, but casual, hairdo
reminded Ed of some movie stars he had often lusted after.
The woman was unbelievable.

      Susan now had their drinks ready.  She held one in
each hand as she approached the seated men.  Smiling
radiantly, Susan bent low at the waist to hand Ed his drink
He couldn't breathe.  The large expanse of the most luscious
set of tits he had ever seen was no more than two feet from
his probing eyes.  Slowly and deliberately, she bent even
lower for him.  The bodice of the dress fell away from the
twin peaks exposing both turgid nipples to his gaze.  She
held her position letting him stare into her cleavage.
Finally, Ed became nervous that his wife would explode in
anger so he looked away. This brought a knowing smile to
Susan's face.  She rose, shutting off the erotic view, and
handed her husband his drink, treating him to the same view
of her breasts that she had provided to Ed.  Ed realized
that he had a raging erection and wondered if it was
noticeable to Darrell and the two women.  It was.

      Returning to the table, Susan poured Marla's brandy
and served it to her.  Ed was surprised to see that she
treated his wife to same view of her huge breasts that she
had given the men.  He was even more surprised to see that
his wife was as entranced as he was.

      "Wonderful, Honey", said Darrell as he sipped his
cognac.  "Make one for yourself and join us."   As Susan
prepared herself a glass of wine, Darrell turned to Ed and
asked, "What do you think of my wife?"

      What does one say to a man who has just asked what you
think of his wife when your cock is so hard that it feels
like it might break off?  Ed stammered, "She's beautiful!"
Then he added, "I mean I don't remember her being this
gorgeous.  Are you certain that you're married to the same
woman?" "Yes, I'm married to the same woman, but she's much
different person than the Susan you met over a year ago.  I
mean she's much different in many more ways than just her
physical appearance.  In effect, she's now the fantasy wife
that all men dream about but few ever have.  This is why I
asked the two of you to have dinner with us tonight.  You
seem to be having the same problems that Susan and I had,
but, as you can easily see, we have found a way to solve
these problems.  Would you care to hear how we accomplished
this feat?"   He looked directly at my wife.  "Would you
like to look like Susan?"   My wife's eyes grew larger.  She
licked her lips nervously.  Finally, she nodded.

      Ed felt like he might cum in his pants.  He had an
overwhelming urge to squeeze his cock.  Susan had now taken
a seat directly across from him.  Still smiling into his
eyes, she had crossed her legs causing her short dress to
pull high on her thigh.  She wasn't wearing pantyhose at
all.  The dress was pulled so high that the bare flesh above
her self-supporting, thigh-high hose was visible.  Her
four-inch spikes raised her knees giving Ed an excellent
view.  He tried to concentrate on what his host was saying,
but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman.

      Darrell watched Ed's eyes devouring his wife's openly
displayed charms with some amusement, but he continued as if
he were totally unaware of what was happening. "You see
about a year and a half ago, Susan was 40 pounds overweight
and gaining steadily, just like Marla is now."  My wife
flushed red.  "Her clothes were dowdy and, even worse, she
was a dull, boring screw in bed."  This time I heard my wife
gasp. Darrell ignored her.  "I tried all the things every
man tries in that situation, begging, anger, bribery,
threats, and, as usual, nothing worked.  I was on the verge
of taking a mistress when, fortunately, I met Mr. Baxter
Grayman.  At least, that's the name he gave me.  It seems
that Mr. Grayman had very large sums of money that he wanted
invested in very safe and secure accounts.  He was not
particularly interested in the return, but he insisted that
the monies be hard to trace and that the investments be rock
solid."

      It became even harder for Ed to listen.  He watched
with rapt attention as Susan slowly uncrossed her legs and
moved them apart.  He strained to see into the darkness
between the luscious brunette's thighs.  She smiled
knowingly, but did not spread her legs further, much to his
disappointment.  Several minutes later, she recrossed them
in the opposite direction.  This time her dress rode even
higher.  When she turned a little to the side, Ed had an
even better view.  Her tongue licked slowly over her ruby
red lips causing his cock to throb in the confines of his
shorts.  He was only partially aware of Darrell's continuing
voice.

      "As you can imagine, all this seemed rather strange to
me, but the fee he offered was very large so I used all my
resources to find him the type of investments he wanted.
Fortunately, I not only found him several excellent
securities, but I was also able to set up a continuing
arrangement to handle his excess cash well into the future.
Needless to say, Mr. Grayman was delighted.  As a result, he
not only doubled my fee, but he also described a rather
unusual service that he would be willing to provide, if I
was interested. Grayman had, of course, noticed the shape
Susan was in and was not oblivious to my displeasure with
her.  Essentially, his offer was to turn my wife into a
gorgeous and totally sensuous woman."

      Ed couldn't remember the last time he had been this
turned on by a woman. Susan's dress had ridden almost up to
her hips and her position had relaxed the top of her dress
so that the bodice had moved even lower.  The aureoles of
both nipples were now visible.  Half of her breasts were
exposed and all this seemed of no interest to Darrell.  He
saw that Marla was looking at Susan almost as much as he
was.

      "The details of Grayman's offer were that I was to
turn my wife over to him for a period of one year.  During
that period, I would not be allowed to see Susan personally
although I would be provided with detailed reports of her
progress and her actions if I desired them."

      Neither Ed nor Marla had ever heard such a bizarre
story.  They weren't sure whether Darrell was making it all
up or not, but they were both listening.  Darrell continued.

      "I was naturally worried about Susan's safety.  Even
though I was totally pissed off with her appearance and her
attitude toward sex, I certainly didn't want her harmed. You
know what?  He laughed!  Grayman just laughed at me.  Then
he came up with the most awesome offer I had ever heard.  He
was willing to guarantee her safety by the deposit of one
million dollars in an escrow account to be payable directly
to me in the event of any physical harm coming to my wife or
in the event he failed to meet any of his other guarantees.
Can you imagine that?"

      Ed was now squeezing his cock.  He couldn't stop
himself.  Susan's right nipple was now peeking above the top
of her dress, totally exposed and very hard.

      "Grayman's various guarantees included turning Susan's
fat body into that of a voluptuous sex goddess.  He even
asked me how measurements of 38-22-37 sounded.  He also
guaranteed that her entire attitude toward sex would be
altered to the point that she would become the type of
sensuous woman that fill men's fantasies.  The price for
this service was to be exactly nothing!" "This was just in
payment for your investment services?", Ed asked. "Oh, not
at all!  This sort of thing was Grayman's business.  It was
the source of all that money that I had helped him invest.
He was drumming up more business for himself." "I don't
understand.  If he wasn't going to charge you anything.?"
Darrell interrupted.  "That's right.  No payments from me.
But remember, Susan was to be his for a year. As Grayman
explained to me, he had many, many ways to make a fortune.
"Sounds like he's a pimp", Ed remarked. "Not in the usual
sense.  But enough of this.  After dinner, Susan will
explain it in more detail to Marla as I will to you.  Right
now, let's eat."

      Dinner was delicious.   Darrell called it one of
Susan's specialties, Veal al la Bordeaux.  It was exquisite
and with Susan seeing to their every need, Ed couldn't
remember when he had enjoyed dinner as much.  Every time
Susan served something, she bent low at the waist giving
Marla and the men a full view of her huge tits.  Ed simply
couldn't keep his eyes off her ass and legs when she walked
away from him.

      Finally, Darrell remarked, "I see both of you are
enjoying Susan's tits.  She really does have an incredible
set now.  Marla, why don't you take them out so you both can
enjoy them even more." My wife shook her head vigorously.
"I didn't mean to stare.  I'm sorry.  I certainly couldn't
do what you ask." "Of course you can.  Susan would be
delighted to accommodate your pleasure. Go ahead.  You know
you want to see them."

      Marla hesitated, but when she saw Susan smiling and
bending over for her, she was unable to resist.  Her hand
reached out and began to light stroke the huge mounds. Both
globes were firm but still soft.  She needed no bra even
though her tits were at least 38D.  Her fingers traced the
stiff nipples through the material of the sheathe causing
Susan to moan softly.   Moving both hands up, she cupped and
stroked her breasts until she had forced the nipples free.
Susan moved even closer to make it easier for Marla to
handle her.  She groaned more loudly when her fingers rolled
over the hard points, "Aaahhhh."

      There was no resistance from Susan when she moved
inside her dress and lifted both globes completely free.
Then she pulled the top of the dress down so that it pressed
her naked breasts upward and thrust them out even more, if
that were possible. "Lick her nipples", Darrell urged. Marla
didn't protest this time.  When her tongue flicked over each
nipple, another groan escaped Susan's lips. "She will, of
course, leave herself exposed for you unless you wish for
her to put her breasts back", Darrell remarked.  For the
remainder of the meal, Susan remained bare breasted.

      After dessert, Susan said, "Why don't you boys discuss
the Grayman thing while Marla and I take a little walk and
discuss issues more of interest to a woman."  Without
waiting for agreement from the men, she pulled Marla to her
feet and led her outside. As they walked around the large
grounds, Marla finally asked, "Aren't you going to cover
your breasts?  Who knows who might see you." "Do you want me
to cover them?" "Yes, please.  I'm really sorry.  I've never
done anything like that before." "I enjoyed it.  Why
apologize?"  While Marla struggled to find an answer, Susan
pulled the bodice of the sheathe up and concealed her
breasts again.  "Are you going to do the Grayman thing?" "I
don't know.  I don't think my husband would permit it
anyway." Susan laughed.  "Honey.  I have no idea whether you
want to spend a year doing what you have to do to look like
me or even better, but I can absolutely assure you that Ed
will be begging you to do it.  Darrell was terrified that I
was going to refuse. Actually, there was no chance of that.
I really wanted to do it." "Would you tell me about it?
What's it like?"

      "Well, Darrell has already explained the basics.  I'll
just tell you the details that he left out, partly because
he wasn't there and doesn't know.  You are basically
Grayman's property for a year.  During the first five
months, you will be put on a rigid and demanding regimen of
diet and exercise.  The food is prepared by a 5-star chef
and is incredible, but the calories are strictly limited.
The meals are balanced and delicious and by careful
selection of the food, you will never seem to get hungry.
You don't, however, have any choice in the matter.  You eat
only what they give you.  Exercise is demanding and
constant.  Male "Trainers" oversee every part of the
exercise.  Every muscle is toned and the flab is turned into
firm muscle.

      In addition to the exercise and diet, you will spend
30 minutes to an hour a day in the best beauty salons you've
ever been in.  World-class stylists set your hair every day,
do your nails, remove unwanted hair, and train you in the
art of expert makeup application.  You always look your very
best.  Then there are the clothes.  God, you won't believe
it.  From the first day you're with Grayman, you will be
provided with the most elegant and erotic clothing you've
ever imagined.  Some of the items cost thousands of dollars
and they're all yours to keep.  You are never permitted to
wear jeans or baggy sweat shirts or that sort of thing, even
when you're exercising." "What do you wear to exercise?",
Marla asked. "Something appropriate but sexy.  Your attire
is always sexy.  Most of the women wear short shorts and a
halter to exercise.  Sometimes I wore a form-fitting leotard
with nothing underneath.  You will have a choice, but all
choices are sensuous and sexy."

      "Then there is the jewelry and babbles.  Rings,
bracelets, necklaces, ankle chains, earrings and the like
are all provided." "What's the big deal about that?" "The
"big deal" is that everything is silver, gold and all the
stones are real.  No fakes.  If you wear a diamond-studded
bracelet, the diamonds are real.  If you wear turquoise
jewelry, the stones are real turquoise.  The opals,
emeralds, topaz.. all real. and all yours to keep!" Marla
was stunned.  "How much.  I mean how much is all of it
worth?" "I estimate that I left Grayman's Island with
$10,000 to $15,000 worth of first- class jewelry." Marla was
speechless.  Finally, she stammered, "Island?  What island?"
"Oh, I guess I forgot to mention.  Grayman has his business
or whatever you want to call it on an island somewhere in
the Caribbean.  I don't know where.  No one does except him
and his associates.  This way, he's completely beyond the
reach of any government."
	
      "Is that it?" asked Marla.  "There must be more.
There's no way you came back looking like you do with just
diet, exercise, makeup, jewelry and clothing." "That's
right.  There's a lot more.  This is an incredible
operation.  Before I go on, I have to tell you about the
sex.  The Trainers are all incredibly handsome men with
absolutely fabulous physiques and huge cocks.  And I do mean
HUGE.  There wasn't a Trainer on the island with less than a
thick 8" penis.  And they are always hard.  I mean really
hard.  I've never seen men with cocks that get as hard as
theirs.  It's their job to oversee the exercise program and
its also their job to completely change your attitude about
sex.  They fuck the women constantly and they are awesome
lovers.   Every woman I met while I was there, including me,
had multiple, intense, screaming orgasms when we were
fucked.  And they fucked us two and three times a day.
Basically, they change your entire attitude toward sex and
teach you how to be an incredibly skilled lover who wants it
all the time.  So.the bottom line is that if you can't stand
the thought of having sex with other men, you need to refuse
to go.  If you go, you're going to be fucked more times by
more men than you can count.  It also means that Ed is going
to have to be prepared to share his wife with other men.  If
he's not up to that, both of you should forget about
Grayman's Island."

      "After five or six months on the island.  They have
you at your desired final weight.  Then comes the
"metamorphosis". "What's that?" "That's where they turn you
into an incredibly sensuous and beautiful woman even more
than in your wildest fantasies.  They do all sorts of
surgery.  You get breast, hip, ass, thigh and calf implants
to mold your body into something like you see in mine. They
do face lifts, tummy tucks, nose jobs, chin jobs.  They even
change the eye color somehow if they think its needed.
Finally, they do an A and P to tighten your vagina so that
you're as tight as a 15 year-old virgin.  When they finish,
you will look even better than I do."

      "How does Grayman make enough money to pay for all
this and also make a profit." "Two ways.  While you're on
the island during the first 5 or 6 months, you will
occasionally be rented out for sexual services.  Basically,
you're a whore.  The difference is the clients.  They are
all extremely wealthy and they pay incredible sums for
services. For example, they will probably pay $5000 for a
night with you." Marla's mouth fell open in stunned
amazement. "You get to keep 10% of the money.  The rest goes
to Grayman.   All this, however is just the tip of the
iceberg, so to speak.  The men pay those sums so as to be
eligible for the auction." "Auction?  What auction?" After
the metamorphosis, when you look like an incredible sex
goddess, you are put up for sale.  The men bid on your
sexual services as a sex slave for the remainder of the year
available to Grayman.  High bidder gets you as his sex slave
for the rest of the year.  You simply will not believe the
sums that are bid. and you get your 10% plus any gifts that
your owner gives you." "How much is bid?" "Depends on how
gorgeous the woman is.how hot she is in bed. how kinky she
will be. how slutty she is and how much time remains in the
year.  The lowest bid I saw during my stay was $500,000.
The most was over two million." "How much did they bid for
you?" "One million, two hundred thousand.  I got to keep
$120,000.  And that's tax free, Honey." "Did you get any
gifts? "Quite a few.  I returned with this incredibly sexy
body, over $200,000 in cash and jewelry.  Not bad for a
year's investment.  And my husband thinks he's in heaven."
Marla was silent for awhile. "Are you going to do it,
Honey?" She looked at Susan's luscious body and licked her
lips.  "If my husband agrees, I can't wait."

Chapter 3:  The Warehouse

      Darrell had been true to his word.  Within a week, he
was telling Ed that Grayman had agreed to accept Marla if
the two of them wished to do it.  Ed was elated.  His
elation increased even more when Baxter Grayman called him
at his office.
	
      "Mr. Cargill, this is Baxter Grayman calling.  Are you
free to discuss the arrangements for the enterprise
regarding your wife?" Ed could hear his heart pounding with
excitement.  "Yes, yes.  I'm free.  Is there a problem?"
"Not at all, Mr. Cargill.  I'm simply calling to inform you
that a sum of one million dollars has been deposited in an
escrow account in your name in the First National Bank of
Springtown.  Should your wife not return to your side safely
one year from the date of her enrollment with her weight and
appearance as specified in the contract we signed, this
money will be turned over to you without further question.
Is this satisfactory?" "Yes.  Yes!  Of course."  Ed was
overwhelmed. "Good.  Now I want you to understand, Mr.
Cargill, that although we have signed the contract and the
good faith escrow account has been established, I and my
associates still regard your agreement and that of your wife
as being tentative.  If, at any time between now and the
actual delivery of your wife to us, either of you has second
thoughts and wishes to decline our offer, you are completely
free to do so.  In that event, the escrow account will be
released back to us, the contract will be destroyed, we will
wish you and your wife the best in life and we shall go our
separate ways and never meet again.  Is this fully
understood?" "Yes.  I understand, but there will be no
problem." "That's good to hear.  Within the hour, you will
receive detailed instructions as to the time and location at
which you will turn your wife over to my organization.
Please do not be late.  Our schedule is very tight and we
cannot afford long delays.  Is this clear?"

      Six days later, Ed was driving along the desolate
stretch of highway as directed looking for the large
warehouse his instructions had said he would find.  Marla
was sitting quietly beside him, both nervous and excited.
Suddenly Ed saw the building. "There it is.  See that large
building off to the right.  That's got to be the warehouse."
Within minutes, their car pulled to a stop by the front
entrance.

      Ed helped his fat wife slide out of the car, her dress
slipping up to expose her chunky thighs.  Before either of
them could knock, the door was opened by a huge and
powerfully built man dressed only in a leather vest and what
appeared to be tightly-fitting bikini shorts.  Several gold
chains circled his neck and adorned his broad, bare chest,
which was covered by a thick mat of dark hair.  A diamond
ring gleamed from his left hand and a single diamond-studded
earring from his left ear.

      "Mr. and Mrs. Cargill?", he asked.  Ed nodded.
"Please follow me."

      They moved into the darkness of the near vacant
warehouse, down a dark corridor, and finally into a lighted
area that turned out to be a very comfortable and a very
elaborately decorated office.  Mr. Baxter Grayman rose to
meet Ed and warmly shook his hand.  He ignored Marla
completely as he directed Ed to a chair beside his desk.
Grayman wasted no time.  He immediately began to review the
details of the contract with Ed.  As he listened, Ed noticed
a second woman in the room.

      "I see that Mrs. Larsen has attracted your attention,
Ed.  Let me introduce you." The woman arose at Grayman's
signal.  "This is Mrs. Gloria Larsen.  Her husband turned
her over to our care three months ago, and, as you can see,
she's still a little on the fat side, but all in all, not
bad.  What do you think, Ed?"

      As far as Ed was concerned, Gloria was luscious.
Grayman was right that she was still slightly overweight,
but she looked so sexy in her tight-fitting dress and heels
that it hardly mattered.  "I think you're beautiful", he
replied.  Gloria smiled her appreciation and took a seat
beside Ed.  After some more discussion, Grayman announced,
"Now you understand that from this moment, your wife is in
my charge;  she does exactly what I and my associates
direct.  Is that clear, Mr. Cargill?"

      When Ed nodded, Grayman turned to Marla and said,
"Marla, this is Mr. Jackson. He is one of the trainers who
is responsible for taking all that flab off your body and
turning you into a truly gorgeous, sensuous woman.  In due
course, you will meet the other trainers."

      Shivers ran up and down Marla's spine.  She had never
felt like this in her life. Suddenly, she realized that she
was becoming sexually excited.  The situation was incredibly
erotic.  The wetness between her thighs increased as Grayman
spoke.

      "Mr. Jackson, let's see what we have to work with."
The large man moved as soon as Grayman spoke.  His powerful
arms lifted Marla easily out of her chair and set her upon a
nearby raised platform so that her feet were level with
Grayman's desk top. Marla gasped at the ease with which the
powerful man moved her.   She had never, ever seen such a
handsome, virile-looking man before.  Muscles rippled across
his chest, arms, legs and thighs.  His entire body was
beautifully tanned.  His most awesome feature, however, was
the apparent size of his cock.  His organ was boldly
outlined by the clinging material of his briefs.  They
hardly covered his buttocks at all and each of his cheeks
was tight and hard, the muscles standing out in clear relief
giving the impression of great power.  It seemed to Marla
that the man must have at least a nine-inch cock judging
from the outline.  It was already massive even though it was
not yet fully hard. She knew all the men could see her
staring at the trainer's cock, but she couldn't help
herself.  The crotch of her panties were now soaked with her
sexual secretions.

      "Pull up your dress, Marla", Jackson ordered.  When
she didn't do so immediately, the man's arm flashed bringing
the broad side of a paddle sharply against her ass. SPLAT!!
The loud impact of the paddle mixed with her startled cry of
pain. Even though Jackson had held back, the blow still
caused her butt to sting beneath her panties.

      "Marla, when I or another trainer gives you an
instruction, do it immediately. Don't think about it, just
do it.  The next time you fail to obey, you will receive
much more severe punishment.  Now. once again. lift your
dress."

      This time Ed's wife didn't hesitate.  Her hands
grabbed the hem of the garment and pulled it upward to mid
thigh.  Jackson stepped close behind her as his powerful
forearms circled her hips and began to roam freely over the
exposed flesh of her thighs. Even though she was protected
somewhat by her pantyhose, his touch was electric.  He
pulled her close, so close that she could easily feel the
hard bulge of his cock against her ass.  His fingers slipped
up and down her legs with a sensuous caressing motion that
turned her crotch into a swamp. "Move your feet apart,
Marla." She obeyed and his hand immediately slipped between
her parted thighs to stroke her more intimately.  Jackson
leaned close and whispered in her ear, "You're a very hot
woman and soon, you're going to be a sexy, luscious woman as
well.  But right now, you're really a sow.  In fact, that's
your rank, "Sow", but we'll soon change all that."

      Jackson was now stroking her cunt through the material
of her panties and pantyhose.  Up and down the length of her
slit, pressing and rubbing the lips until the entire area
was throbbing with excitement.  Then, his fingers moved
upward and centered on the sensitive tip of her clitoris.
Even though she knew her husband was watching, Marla
couldn't prevent her hips from beginning a slow thrusting
motion as Jackson masturbated her.  She felt her clitoris
harden and begin to pulse.  She could also feel the
trainer's huge cock growing larger as he pressed it into the
crease of her ass.

      Ed's cock was also hard.  Gloria was now stroking him
lightly as they all watched Jackson open the top of Marla's
dress and spread it wide.

      "Your tits.  Take them out", Jackson ordered.  Marla's
excitement rose another notch as she reached into her
tightly fitted bra and pulled her breasts out into the open.
The nipples were already hard.  One of Jackson's hands moved
to her nipple and began to roll it between his thumb and
forefinger as his other hand continued to stimulate her
clitoris.  Marla could not stifle a moan.  Her hips jerked
forward thrusting herself against the exploring hand.

      Jackson enflamed her growing passion still more as he
whispered, "Nice big tits.. much too floppy.. too much sag.
but big, luscious fuckable tits.  Don't worry.  When we've
gotten all this extra fat off of you, we'll take care of
that too."  He pulled on the nipple as he spoke.  Ripples of
pleasure shot through her body.  "We'll do breasts implants
to give you 39D or maybe 40DD's.  big, firm tits..  luscious
tits that every man will want to suck and stroke and fuck."

      Marla felt like she might cum at any moment.  Her cunt
was now openly throbbing.  Jackson was now cupping and
stroking both breasts.  He pinched and pulled her nipples.
She gasped and moaned sharply as she felt them harden and
enlarge under his caresses.  She knew his massive organ was
fully erect now.  It felt like a club pressed into her ass.

      "Let's have a look at her cunt and ass", Grayman
ordered.

      A moment passed and Marla still held her dress at mid
thigh.  "Lower your pantyhose", Jackson commanded.

      She released her dress expecting it to fall, but the
trainer held it up as she hooked her fingers into the
waistband of the pantyhose and lowered them and her panties
halfway down her thighs.   The bush of cunt was fully
exposed and the spread of her legs put her cunt crease on
display.  The hard knob of her erect clitoris was easily
visible to the men. Except for her fat stomach, she would
have been an erotic sight.  Jackson's fingers again moved to
her cunt.  This time he spread her labia to let Grayman see
right into her hole. "Spread", he commanded. She obeyed,
moving her feet as far apart as the restricting pantyhose
about her thighs would allow.  Fingers were on her clit
again.  Two of them trapped her stiff organ and with firm
pressure, began to slide up and down the shaft.  Marla
responded with a series of short whines that turned into hot
moans of pleasure.  She suddenly realized that Jackson's
penis was now between her legs pressing firmly against the
slit of her cunt. She knew the others including her husband
must be able to see it since it stuck out several inches in
front of her.  He moved it back and forth in the wetness of
the crease.  The head was next to the opening and Marla
assumed that he was going to fuck her.

      Marla's eyes closed and her hips now openly thrust
back and forth to get the maximum stimulation from the
fingers on her clit and from the cock pressing against her
cuntal opening.  Just before she reached her orgasm,
however, Jackson stopped.  She groaned.

      "OK, Marla.  Let Mr. Grayman see your ass.  Bend
over." Marla instantly obeyed turning and bending at the
waist while Jackson reached over and held her firmly.  Her
big ass stuck out for all to inspect.  She felt the Trainer
spreading her ass cheeks to expose her inner core, slick and
wet with the juices of her excitement.  Jackson motioned for
her to rise and turn toward Grayman.  She did so, never
letting her dress fall below her hips.  Her clitoris was
still throbbing.  She knew that the men all knew she was
very close to orgasm.   She wondered if she would be fucked
in front of everyone.   Her vagina contracted hard at the
thought.

      "Ok, Jackson.  Take her to back room and get her
ready.  Take your time.  I think Mr. Cargill plans to fuck
Mr. Larsen's wife.

      Marla was led off the platform and soon found herself
seated in what was clearly a very elaborate beauty salon.
To her even greater surprise, she learned that her handsome,
virile trainer was also a master beautician.  During the
next two hours, she was given both a manicure and a
pedicure.  Artificial nails were expertly applied and then
painted with a deep red polish and gloss.  This was followed
by a complete facial and shampoo.  Jackson then gave her a
hairdo such as she had never had before.  Her long hair was
set high with strands dropping about both ears to perfectly
frame her face.  Two diamond-studded combs highlighted her
hair.  Her eyebrows were trimmed and long eyelashes attached
to both lids.  Eyeliner and blue shadow were applied to make
her eyes appear larger and more sensuous.  Her lips were
carefully painted a deep red to match her nails.  Finally,
ruby-studded earrings were attached to both lobes.

      When Jackson finally allowed her to look at herself in
the mirror, she was more than amazed; she was stunned.
Never had she looked so sensuous and attractive.  She didn't
even believe that it was Marla Cargill she was staring at.

      "Not bad, eh?" he asked. "I'm beautiful!" she
exclaimed. Jackson laughed.  "Not quite.  Not with all that
fat on your legs, stomach, ass, thighs, face.  But in few
months that will be gone forever.  Then, you will be
beautiful. Much more so than you can even imagine." His
words thrilled her to the very core of her being.  She could
feel her cunt once more becoming wet and beginning to throb
with her unfulfilled desire.  "Now, it's time to dress you
properly."

      She felt the man literally lift her out of her chair
and move her to the adjacent room.  This room was filled
with a variety of different types of apparatus, none of
which Marla recognized.  As she stared, Jackson attached
tight leather cuffs around both of her wrists.  The cuffs,
which were padded to eliminate discomfort, were then
fastened together.  The metal latch of a rope was attached
to a ring between the cuffs and Marla felt her arms being
drawn upward.  Jackson pulled the rope steadily across the
pulley in the ceiling until Marla's arms were stretched high
above her head.  He pulled the rope even higher causing her
feet to leave the ground.  To support herself, Marla had to
stand on her tiptoes.

      She moaned with the strain and begged to be let down.
"Oh.. please.  This hurts my arms.  Please.  Let me down.
Ooohhhhhh.." Her cries continued until Jackson abruptly
thrust a large ball gag into her mouth and strapped it
securely behind her head.  The gag shut off all but her loud
grunts and moans.  As she continued to squirm and twist,
Jackson unbuttoned the entire front of her dress and then
used a sharp blade to slit open the sleeves.  Her garment
fell uselessly to the floor.  "Don't worry about the dress.
You will never wear anything that dowdy again. Better we
throw garbage like that away."

      Marla watched with rapt attention as he cut her bra
strapes.  When he flipped open the catches at the back, the
bra dropped to the floor where the trainer kicked it
casually into the corner.  Her big tits quivered as they
rested on her heaving chest.  His fingers moved to her
nipples and began to caress them lovingly, teasing the tips
and causing them to harden. His mouth moved from one to the
other, sucking and tongue stroking each to full erection.
His nipping teeth sent waves of desire surging through her
stretched body.

      When both nipples were hard buttons of desire, he
moved away.  Kneeling, he slipped off the flats she wore.
"This is the last time you will ever be seen wearing flats.
Is that clear?"  She nodded and grunted from behind the gag.
She watched fascinated as he carefully cut off her pantyhose
and threw the ripped garment aside.  Now she wore only
panties.  He paused momentarily in his task to again
masturbate her to near the point of orgasm.  First, his
fingers lightly massaged her cunt slit and then her clit.
She groaned and then moaned even more loudly through her gag
as his fingers caused her juices to seep from her vagina and
again soak the crotch of her panties.  In just moments, he
had her clit hard and throbbing.  His hand entered her
panties and she felt two fingers sliding through the wetness
of her slit and then carefully fucking into her hole.  Her
hips arched and hunched.  Both fingers slid out of her
vagina up to the pulsing clit where they sandwiched the
organ and began to jack her off like she were a man.  An
intense series of groans came from behind the gag as she
raced toward a huge orgasm.

      He stopped.  She whined and indicated that she wanted
him to continue.  He ignored her and tore off her panties.
This garment was thrown into a wastebasket.  She was now
totally naked.  His fingers again teased her clit.  She
throbbed helplessly.  Her cum approached.  He jacked her
clit shaft harder, faster.  She hunched and gasped, swinging
in her bonds.  Again, he stopped.  Her juices were running
down her legs.

      The trainer pulled a nearby table close to her
swinging body.  She watched, half with uncontrolled
excitement and half with fear, as he turned on a machine,
which produced a low hum and then pressed two cups against
her hardened nipples.  A shriek escaped the gag when she
felt the cups suck her nipples outward and remain firmly
attached to her heaving chest.  They operated with small
suction cups.  Jackson made another adjustment on the
machine and the cups began to vibrate.  The feeling was
incredible.  The cups sucked her nipples, pulling and
stretching them outward, and then vibrating the entire
length of her distended nipples causing shivers of sexual
pleasure to shoot through her body.

      A minute passed.  Her excitement mounted.  She felt
her cunt beginning to throb again even though nothing was
touching her clit.  Jackson turned a knob and the strength
of the vibrations increased.  Her body arched with intense
pleasure.  He turned the knob higher and she started to
hunch her hips in fuck motions.  Her clit and vagina were
now pulsing as she again approached orgasm.  Her entire body
began to shake and jerk.  Her muscles tightened.  Her tits
were on fire. Her hunching increased to rapid-fire fuck
motions.  A moment more and she would convulse in orgasm.
The vibrations suddenly stopped completely.  Moans and
grunts of protest escaped her gagged mouth

      Marla swung helplessly, her vagina throbbing in sexual
heat.  She watched Jackson take a pair of red high-heels and
hose from a closet.  The shoes had straps around each ankle
to hold them in place.  Their five-inch spike heels looked
wicked.  The trainer lifted her right leg completely
exposing her cunt.  He inspected it closely, sliding his
finger carefully along the wet slit taking care to firmly
stroke her clitoris as she did so. He got a jerking response
and loud gasp from Ed Cargill's wife the instant he made
contact with her engorged clit.  Her juices soaked the
entire surface of her vagina and were running down the
inside of her thighs.  Jackson pressed a button and a shaft
with a padded top began to rise from the floor.  When it was
the right height, he stopped its rise and draped Marla's
legs over the elevated shaft.  Her breath was now coming in
tortured gasps.  She was desperate for orgasm.  Her body was
burning.  She could even smell the musky aroma rising from
her pussy.  The trainer activated the nipple vibrators
again.  Her chest arched with intense pleasure.  The
vibrators were turned off.

      Jackson carefully slipped the stocking over her
elevated foot and then pulled it up the expanse of her leg
to the top of her thigh.  Then he strapped the five-inch
pump onto her foot.  Her right leg was lowered and the
entire action repeated with her other leg.

      When Marla was once again standing on the floor,
Jackson turned a full-length mirror so that she could see
herself.   Even though she was overweight, the sight of
body, naked except for the hose and the spike heels, caused
a shiver of excitement to surge through her.  She really did
look like a hot, sensuous slut.

      Marla sighed with relief since she could now stand in
the high heels.  Her relief was short-lived, however.
Padded cuffs were quickly attached to both ankles and the
attached ropes to pulleys that stretched her legs outward
and apart.  He started slowly. Marla's legs were forced a
foot apart,  then, a moment later, another foot.  Jackson
pulled the ropes and she was spread several feet.  It was
getting much harder to stand.  The overhead rope pulled her
arms higher, stretching her, arms straight up, legs spread
wide apart and tied.  He pulled her legs even further apart
until she could just barely touch the floor by pointing her
toes sharply downward.

      She couldn't keep her body still.  The nipple
vibrators started again and she dissolved into a throbbing
mass of moaning female flesh.  She was totally exposed in
this position and it raised her sexual excitement to an even
higher peak.  Moisture was now forming on her labia and
dripping to the floor.  She watched wide-eyed as Jackson
brought another suction cup from the table.  She moaned when
he told her where this one was to go, on her throbbing,
erect clitoris.  Marla braced her body but was still jolted
when she felt her clitoris sucked in hard by the device.
She grunted in helpless passion through her gag,
"Uunnnnhhgggg..  Ugghhh. Ugh.Uugghh.. Uunnnnnnn".

      She knew her climax was only moments away.  Her body
undulated wildly. Jackson turned off the machine.  She
begged him with her eyes and her grunts of protest to let
her cum.  Air whooshed from her overheated vagina as her sex
channel contracted in a spasm that expelled the air within
the hole.  Jackson removed her gag.

      "Oohhhh god. please..ooohhh please.. let me cum.  I'm
dying.  Oohh please. I'll do anything.  Just let me cum.  OH
GOD. LET ME CUM!  FINISH ME!"

      The trainer raised the floor shafts again.  Marla's
ankles were untied and her legs again placed over the padded
posts.  He adjusted her height until the gaping, slowly
throbbing vagina was even with his crotch.  Her thighs were
wet with secretions all the way to the knees.  Her pubic
hair was soaked and matted.  The vaginal lips were swollen
with desire and her sex was fully open.  He removed his
shorts to reveal his now fully erect cock.  Marla couldn't
tear her eyes from its bloated head that leaked cum and the
huge throbbing, steel hard shaft.  "Oh god. what a cock?
How big?  How big is it?" she gasped.  Jackson brought it
closer for her to see.  "Its thicker than my wrist.  Is it
nine inches?  Ten?  Ohhhh How big?  HOW BIG IS IT?"

      Her eyes never left the cock.  He moved between up to
her suspended body, between her widespread thighs and
pressed the head against the moist opening between her
thighs.  He put the head into the waiting cunt.  Her lips
were so soaked they parted easily to allow the huge shaft to
enter her vagina.  He pushed inward and stretched her open.

	"Aaaaahhhhhhh.god... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

      One inch entered Marla.  Then the second inch
penetrated Ed's wife.  Her mouth stretched into a huge oval,
then her eyes clenched shut as her ass and cunt began to
spasm.   Three inches.. then four were pushed into the hot
tunnel.  Mrs. Cargill's tongue shot out, then curled and
began to lick her top lip.  Her hips undulated and thrust
against the male phallus driving it even deeper. Six inches,
then seven were buried in the wildly hunching housewife.
Jackson slowly pulled it out leaving a huge opening.  He
watched the female juices seeping out for a moment and then
put himself back into the grunting woman.  This time, eight
inches entered Marla's vagina.

She screamed and exploded in orgasm. ."OOHHHHHHHHHH IM
CUMMMING.BIG.SOOOOO DAMN BIG..FUCK MEEEEEEE!  OOOOH PLEASE
FUCK ME.MAKE ME CUM!"

Jackson drove nine inches into her and felt his cock thud
against her cervix.  The entire ten-inch cock entered her on
the next stroke pushing her womb up and back to make room
for his penis.  As the overheated vagina throbbed around his
shaft, he began to fuck the helpless woman with hard,
driving strokes.  Ed's wife shrieked in the throes of hot
passion.  Her clitoris was contracting violently in
repeated, intense spasms of hot pleasure.  She wailed as her
sex organs throbbed in another intense climax. Marla babbled
incoherently.

      She couldn't stop cumming.  Her clit was on fire and
would not stop throbbing and pulsing as the huge shaft
rubbed it mercilessly on every thrust.  She grunted like a
hot whore every time the cock head thudded into the bottom
of her hole.  She felt his fingers entering her asshole.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..NOT IN MY
ASSSSSSSSS.UNNGHHHHH.AHHHHHHHHHHHHH  "   She exploded again.
Her sphincter stretched wide to admit the fingers.  They
sank deeply into her contracting ass.

Jackson pressed his muscular body against Ed's wife, his
penis deeply embedded inside her.  He felt the woman shudder
violently, her head thrown back, her mouth an open hole with
the tongue stabbing wildly in the air.  Clenching his
buttocks, he flexed his huge shaft stretching the vaginal
walls.  The married slut moaned in her intense passion,
"UUUNNNNGGGGGGGNNNNNNN".  His hips rotated, grinding against
the erected clitoris.  Marla Cargill hissed with hot
pleasure.  Again the penis flexed within her vagina.
"Ooohhhhh god.."    He covered her breasts with his hands,
pinching and rolling her nipples, as he slowly pulled his
shaft from the hot pussy. "Ohhhhhh.Nooooo..   Please.  Don't
take it out.  In!  IN!  PUT IT BACK IN MEEEE." Jackson
slowly drove his weapon back into her.  Her hips and ass
began a series of uncontrolled fuck motions, his finger
still deep within her bowels.  She exploded into rippling
spasms of pleasure as the orgasm rolled over her.


      Marla was still spread and stretched by the pulleys
and ropes.  However, Jackson had lowered her enough to
permit the five-inch heels to reach the floor so that some
of the strain on her arms was relieved.  Her breasts rose
and fell rapidly as she had not yet recovered from the
series of intense orgasms that had wracked her body.
Jackson stood in front of her and seemed to be inspecting
every inch of her nearly naked body.  His cock was still
erect.  Marla stared at it in total fascination.  Even when
only half erect, it still made an enormous bulge against his
briefs.

      "I think its time we got you dressed for the trip",
the trainer stated. "Aren't you going to untie me first",
Marla asked. "In a moment.  It's easier to put this on you
when you're stretched out." Marla saw that the garment was a
white corset.  "Do I have to wear that?" "We have to do
something about your fat bulges.  You'll be wearing one
until you've lost enough weight that you no longer need it."

      Jackson placed the corset around her midsection.  With
his strength, he had no trouble stretching the elastic and
snapping the catches behind her back.  It was tight, very
tight.  It felt like she was being squeezed by an octopus.
A gasp escaped her lips when she felt Jackson begin to
tighten the laces.  As he pulled then tight, the garment
slowly squeezed in her waist.  She watched her reflection in
the mirror as he waist decreased to a reasonable size.  The
corset ended with a pair of cups that fit below her breasts
forcing them up and out making them look huge.

      Jackson selected a clinging, light pink sheathe for
her dress.  After releasing her arms from the restraining
cuffs, he pulled it over her head and down her body.  It was
at least two sizes too small.  If the material had not been
stretchable, the seams would surely have ripped.  Every roll
of fat, every bulge was clearly outlined by the dress.

      "It's too small", Marla complained. "Of course it's
too small.  We don't buy clothes so that they will fit Sows.
All of your clothes will be too small until you lose that
ugly fat." The dress hugged her body like a second skin.
The cleavage was deep, exposing the top half of each breast.
The bulk of her arms and shoulders caused the material to
pull away even more.  The net effect was that her nipples
were exposed.  Her large ass had the same effect on the
hemline.  If she were not overweight, the hem would have
been five inches above her knees.  In her present condition,
it was up to her stocking tops. If she bent over, she was
certain that her pussy would be exposed.  She was surprised
when Jackson handed her a pair of thin, very brief, white
panties.

      "I didn't think you'd let me wear any panties."
"You'll be wearing panties most of the time.  They keep you
moist and ready. They also keep cum from dripping out and
soiling the carpet." As she pulled the panties over her
hips, she wondered how long it would be before the panties
had any cum to keep inside her pussy.  Jackson had not
ejaculated when he fucked her.  She was still amazed by
that. "For a Sow, you look pretty good.  When we get all
that fat off, you're going to be a deliciously beautiful
woman." Marla flushed with pleasure and pride.  For the
first time in a long time, she felt anxious to lose weight
as fast as possible.  "Are we leaving now?" she asked. "We
aren't scheduled for departure for another 30 minutes.  We
may as well entertain each other while we wait.  Bend over
the back of that couch, Mrs. Cargill."

      Marla felt a tremor of excitement surge through her
loins.  Although still a little unsteady in the five-inch
heels, she moved to the couch with no mishap.  Bending at
the waist, she draped herself over the back as directed.
The cool air on her ass told her that she was totally
exposed to Jackson's view. "Spread your legs", he commanded.
Marla immediately moved her feet apart. "Wider!" Jackson
barked.  She stretched her legs as far apart as she could.
"Now lower your head and arch your hips so that your ass is
properly elevated into position."
	
      Her hair fell forward and touched the couch seat as
she obeyed.  She tightened the muscles in both thighs and
arched her butt for him.  For at least a minute, she held
the position.  Then, his hands were on her ass.  They slowly
stroked her crease up and down its length.  She felt her
panties being pushed in and out of her wet vagina, and then
held to one side to expose the opening.   Marla throbbed in
anticipation.  She felt her secretions seeping from her
moist hole.  She groaned loudly when the cock pressed firmly
into the mouth of her sex.   She was so wet from her
previous orgasms that her cunt offered almost no resistance
to penetration.  Her clinging cuntal lips slid smoothly over
the velvet cock head and stretched open to permit its entry.

      "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!"   She moaned even louder as her
channel was stretched by the huge head.  Finally, the entire
cock head was lodged inside her vagina.  She felt the big
ridge beneath the head.   "Oh god, he was so big!" she
thought.   She felt him withdraw, her labia slipping upward
over the smooth head as the cock was pulled out until her
vulva just barely kissed the bloated head. "Ooouuuuuuuu."
Her pussy enveloped the huge penis again on its inward
thrust.  She felt him throbbing inside her vagina.  Every
time he flexed his rod, she was stretched and each time her
vagina throbbed about the male weapon embedded in her.

      Jackson worked his thick cock in and out several
times, each time stretching her vaginal orifice into a wide
oval and causing her thick lubricating juices to stream from
her cunt and coat his shaft.  He began to drive himself in
and out of the woman's pussy. He smiled with satisfaction
every time he heard her grunting in female pleasure.  He
shoved himself deeper and felt her cunt opening for him.  He
knew that his cock was creating enormous friction on her
clitoris that would soon make her explode in uncontrollable
orgasms.    When he had seven inches of cock inside the
pussy, he switched to a slow, circular grinding motion to
put even greater pressure and stimulation directly on the
throbbing clit.

      Hot sexual spasms were rippling through Marla's body.
She felt every inch of the huge male shaft inside her pussy
as it fucked her slowly, grinding into her clitoris.  He was
going to make her cum.  Oh, he was going to make her
explode.  She felt her pussy and clitoris suddenly erupt in
wild orgasmic spasms.  The climax ripped up and down the
fully-packed vaginal channel causing it to pulse and throb
around the huge cock inside. Her secretions bubbled up and
out of her cunt and then trickled down her thighs.  The huge
piston fucking her began to churn her juices into a white
froth.  Squishing sounds filled the room as the hard piston
thrust in and out of her throbbing sex cylinder.  Hot, musky
sex aromas filled the air.

      Marla felt the giant shaft being pulled out.  The lips
of her cunt pulled out with it. The suction created inside
the vacated hole shot intense pleasure through her body.
Finally, the cock ridge was scrapping her clit as it exited
her body.  Juices now flowed from her empty vagina and down
her thighs.  She waited, her ass arched high, her sex organs
still throbbing in the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Reaching
back, she held her ass cheeks open while she awaited her
lover's next thrust.  Her cunt remained empty.  She spread
even wider in invitation.  Still, he refused to put back
into her.

      "Oh please.  Give it to me!  Fuck me!  Please!  Don't
torture me.   Oh god, fuck me.  Fuck me!", she wailed.   But
her pussy remained empty.  "Damn you!  I need it!  Put it
back into me!"

      Jackson didn't keep Ed's wife waiting any longer.  The
slick head of his steel- hard cock pried her open once again
and drove into her depths, pulling her cunt lips and the
clit shaft with it.  The mighty cock throbbed in excitement
when he heard Marla moan in sexual heat.  He rammed in seven
inches and listened to her screech with ecstasy.  She was
babbling and moaning with passion and heat as she took the
eighth inch into her hole.  He flexed his penis inside her
channel and noted her loud grunt of pleasure. Pulling back,
he rammed in nine inches.   The head socked solidly up
against the woman's cervix.  Her mouth was forced open into
a gaping hole, the tongue lolled out, eyes clenched shut as
hissing noises burst from her lungs.  Jackson began fucking
her with steady, measured strokes.  Each time, he pulled six
inches of thick penis from her hole, more than her husband
had to give her, then drilled it back into the widely
stretched vagina.

      Marla howled with passion.  She had never felt a cock
like this.  hard as a brick.. huge shaft. even larger head.
She thought it might tear her apart.  She didn't care.  Her
pussy was contracting in repeated spasms of orgasm.   Her
clit was being tortured by the intense pressure of the huge
male organ.  The sensitive clit throbbed and tried to
retreat into its protective hood, but to no avail.  The
penile shaft raked it repeatedly, making it throb in wild
jerking motion of female climax.

      Jackson forced all ten inches inside the woman.  Her
womb was rammed forward to accommodate the huge organ.  His
cock now made loud, sloshing sounds each time it fucked into
her depths.  Churned into a white froth, her juices coated
Jackson's cock. Marla screamed.   She felt him ramming her
cervix on every thrust.  The huge cock head flexed inside
her.   She wailed, saliva dripping from the corners of her
mouth.  The organ was throbbing inside her like a huge
vibrator.  He was pulling it back for another thrust into
her defenseless cunt.   She honked and babbled incoherently
as it thudded back into her hole.  Her orgasms were now
continuous.   Shrieks of pleasure erupted.

      Jackson pulled his cock from the woman's cunt and
watched as her juices gushed from the stretched hole.  His
own rod throbbed and pulsed.  He really wanted to ram back
into her and cum, but it was too soon for that.  Ed's wife
offered no resistance when he flipped her over onto her
back.  Slipping between her splayed thighs, he pressed his
mouth to the hard shaft of Marla's clit.  Instantly, her
legs locked around his head and she arched her hips high.
The clitoris exploded inside his mouth as he lashed it with
the tip of his tongue.  The woman lost control of her
bladder as wave after wave of throbbing orgasm flooded her
body.


Chapter 4 - Departure

      Ed Cargill was stunned when he saw his wife and
Jackson enter the room.  His overweight, dowdy wife looked
positively delectable.  She was still very much overweight,
but everything else had changed.  Her new hairdo was
sophisticated and elegant;  her eyes and lips looked full
and sensuous with their professional makeup job and enhanced
eyebrows and eyelashes.  Her clothing and jewelry were that
worn by a sexy, erotic woman rather than a frumpy housewife.
Her tits seemed much larger and both nipples were hard,
erect and visible over the clinging material of her dress.
Somehow, her waist seemed much smaller.  The extremely short
skirt hugged her like a second skin and ended at least six
inches above her knees.  The fantastic five-inch pumps she
wore made her legs look fantastic.  With all her extra
weight, Marla looked like a fat slut, but a very alluring
fat slut.

      Grayman was also pleased.  "Excellent job, Jackson.
Excellent.  For a Sow, she's not bad at all.  We'll need to
take about 35-40 pounds off of her as quickly as possible,
but this is an excellent start."  Turning to Ed, he said,
"What do you think of your wife now, Ed?" "Fantastic!  I
can't believe it.  How did you do it?" Ed stammered.  Marla
flushed with pride and pleasure.  It had been a very long
time since she had seen such an admiring and lustful stare
from her husband. "This is nothing compared to way she's
going to look a few months from now. By this time next year,
you're going to think you're married to Mrs. Universe."
Grayman ran his hands up and down the length of Marla's
legs.  "Much better, don't you agree, Ed?"
	
      Ed nodded and watched as Grayman slipped his hands
beneath his wife's short dress and slowly pulled it upward
to reveal more of her thighs.  Ed's cock began to harden
when he realized that she was wearing thigh-high stockings
rather than pantyhose. Marla raised her hands behind her
head and thrust her breasts forward for her husband's
benefit as his eyes roamed over her body with naked desire.
Grayman's hands moved the skirt higher until the crotch of
her panties came into view.  She opened her thighs slightly
and began a slow grinding motion with her hips.  Ed's cock
grew hard as stone.

      Marla knew the men were all watching her tease her
husband and she loved it. Grayman pulled the dress higher
until it was around her hips.  Ed saw that she wore a tight
corset.  The thin panties did nothing to conceal the
alluring bush of her pubic hair. Ed couldn't tear his eyes
from his wife's cunt and grinding hips.   Grayman lowered
the zipper nestled between his wife's tits.  The skirt was
so form-fitting that it easily remained around her waist
with no assistance.   The zipper came down.  The mounds of
her breasts spilled out completely expose them to the men.
Grayman stroked the nipples, pinching them until they were
engorged and hard as stone.

      "Do you like my new bra, Honey?"  Marla teased. Ed's
cock was throbbing hard.  He watched Grayman step behind his
wife and press himself into the crease of her ass as he
cupped the swinging breasts.  "I think your wife's attitude
has already shown a remarkable improvement.  Wouldn't you
agree, Ed?" Ed could only nod, his hand now holding the
rigid rod of his six-inch penis.

      Grayman's hand continued to work on Marla's nipples.
"As I told you, this is the last time you will be seeing
your wife for a year, but don't worry, she'll be well cared
for and safe.  You will receive reports once or twice each
month that will keep you informed of her progress. her
current weight . measurements."

      Marla had her eyes closed and emitted low moans each
time Grayman's fingers flicked over her sensitive nipples."
Her hips were grinding openly against Grayman's hard shaft.

      "You will also receive a complete report of your
wife's sexual activities.  Will it disturb you to receive
such reports?  We can omit them if you like."  Grayman's
hands were now stroking Marla's cunt.  Ed watched as she
parted her thighs to give him better access.   Grayman
continued, "Will it excite you to hear about other men
fucking your wife, Ed?" Ed moaned in his excitement.
"Yesssss." "Very good.  You can look forward to a great deal
of pleasure and excitement from our reports in that case.
Bend forward, Marla, and spread your legs wider."
	
      Ed watched his wife obey.  She moved her feet far
apart, bent at the waist, and thrust her ass back against
Grayman who now had his hand inside her panties stroking the
naked folds of her pussy.  "Your wife is very wet and open,
Ed.  You know that Jackson fucked her, don't you?  Several
times, actually."

      Ed couldn't tear his eyes from Marla's body and the
stroking hand on her cunt.  "I thought he would", he
mumbled. "Does it bother you to know that she's had a
ten-inch cock in her?  Does it turn you on to watch me
finger-fucking your wife?" "Yes. it turns me on.  It bothers
me a little, but it's exciting." "Straighten up, Marla, so
that Ed can see my fingers sliding in and out of your hot
cunt." "Oooohhh.ooohhhhh.ooohhhhhh..do it.  do it.  Oh yes,
Honey.  Do it to me.  Ooooohhh.   Yes.  Yes.  Yes!"   Marla
continued to moan and beg as she leaned back against the man
slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her overheated
vagina. Ed saw Grayman adjust his position behind Marla.
Again he bent her forward at the waist and positioned his
cock at her cuntal opening.  Slowly, he pressed his hips
forward.  Marla groaned as the cock penetrated her.
Entering deeply on the first thrust, Grayman began to fuck
Ed's wife with hard measured strokes while his finger
continued to stimulate her clitoris.  Marla's mouth opened
and her tongue flicked rapidly over her upper lips as she
felt the hard cock drilling deeply into her pussy.  Her hips
made rapid fuck motions meeting every thrust.

      "Ed, I'm going to concentrate fully on fucking your
wife now.  But she does need to have her clit stroked while
she takes cock.  Come over here and hold your wife's tits
and rub her clitoris while I fuck her." Ed thought he would
cum in his pants.  In a flash, his hand had replaced
Grayman's.   With his fingers sandwiching her clit shaft, he
could feel every stroke the cock made in his wife's cunt.
He even let his fingers slip backward so that they touched
the big shaft as it moved in and out of the open hole of his
wife's pussy.

      Marla was rapidly approaching orgasm.  Having her
husband masturbate her while another man fucked her was
enough, by itself, to excite her to climax.  She grunted
passionately each time Grayman's cock thudded into the
bottom of her vagina.  Her clit exploded in her husband's
fingers into a series of hard, pulsating spasms.  The mouth
of her cunt contracted about the thrusting piston inside it.
Spastic ripples of pleasure shot up and down the entire
length of her vagina.  Shrieks of rapture burst from her
throat. Ed's fingers squeezed her jerking clit shaft.  Her
hips arched higher to give Grayman better access to her
throbbing sex pit.

      Ed's fingers felt Grayman's shaft expand even more as
it prepared to unload into his wife's cunt.  He moved
faster, fucking deep and hitting into the female hole with
the lust of a male ready to plant his seed.  Ed felt the
cock jerk and throb each time it plunged inward.   A hard
throbbing pulse shot through the shaft when it ejected the
first huge volley of cum into his wife's waiting hole.   In
an instant, the cock was jerked outward past Ed's fingers
until only the bloated head remaining inside.  Ed felt the
cock ridge, slimy with his wife's secretions.  Then, the
shaft slid past his fingers again as Grayman rammed himself
back into Marla's vagina.   Another spasm convulsed the
penis as it delivered the second gushing jet of semen deep
inside his wife's sucking cunt.  The third load was shot
into Marla while the cock was buried to hilt.  Grayman again
began to fuck in and out of his wife causing the pooled cum
to gush out and soak Ed's hand.  The cock throbbed several
more times, each time firing jets of cum into the bent-over
woman. Finally, Marla's pussy had drained Grayman of his
sperm.  He slowly removed his still hard cock from her
cum-filled hole.

      Grayman carefully replaced Marla's breasts inside the
bodice, pulled her panties up to stem the flow of cum from
her throbbing vagina and tugged the dress down to cover her
ass and pussy.   "Well, as I was saying, it's time for us to
leave.  I trust you can find your way back to town."

      Ed followed the group outside and watched as they
climbed into a large, black Cadillac.  His wife allowed her
dress to slide high on her thighs as she climbed into the
car.  She smiled at him, making no effort to pull her dress
down.   As the car disappeared into the darkness of the
night, Ed was left standing alone in front of the now
abandoned warehouse with his steel-hard cock throbbing
painfully in his pants.  He could resist no longer.  Wildly
he tore open his pants and just barely managed to free his
cock before it ejected a monster stream of cum high into the
air.  The first load splattered to the ground eight feet
away, but before it hit, a second volley was spewing from
his tortured, throbbing cock.  Wrapping his hand about his
organ, Ed began to jack himself off.  Each stroke brought
another furious blast of cum until finally, the last of his
load was running over his hand and dripping from his balls
onto the ground.

      As he stood there in the middle of the road,
surrounding by pools of his own cum and some of Grayman's
that had run out of his wife's pussy, he wondered what lay
in store for his wife.

RLM

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