Changing Channels — Blast from the Past

by Zouscha

Emma Hanson was a little pissed. Her boyfriend Jason had apparently
gotten a new TV for Christmas and asked her if she could sign for it at
his apartment while he was back east for the holidays. Of course the
delivery guy left her standing there with a big box and no way to get it
up the stairs to his second-floor digs.

Men are so clueless, she thought. Fortunately she was able to call her
dorm mate Jessica for help. Jessica Wallace was captain of the women's
lacrosse team at Sierra State University, so hopefully between the two
of them they'd be able to get it up the stairs. The two of them were
some of the very few students who'd stayed on campus between Christmas
and New Years, but neither of them were very close to their families;
Emma's parents were in Europe, and Jess was estranged from her family.
She didn't talk about it much, but Emma knew it had to do with the fact
that she was, well, a lesbian. Emma was cool with it, as just about
everyone else was. Jess had a fling with another woman earlier in the
year and one night they'd wound up drunk, naked and screwing in their
dorm room, but for the most part she'd been pretty discreet about her
relationships.

Emma and Jason Liu had been going out for a few months, and this was
their first long break from each other. Jason was kinda cute, she
thought, but he wasn't 'the guy'. Emma would keep searching, but Jason
was fun, even if he was a bit of a nerd. Emma was a bit nerdy herself,
being a bio major shooting for pre-med down the line. Jason was a stats
and computer guy, always fooling around with electronics.

Jess showed up in her Jeep and grinned widely. "There was no way you'd
get that up to his place yourself," she laughed. "He owes you big-
time."

Opening all the doors with her key, Emma grabbed her end of the large
box as Jess did most of the heavy lifting. Jess had to stifle a laugh
as she watched Emma struggle. She was such a tiny thing compared to the
tall, rangy athlete.

They wrestled the box into the apartment. Emma was appalled at the mess
and started cleaning up the old pizza boxes and dirty dishes. Jess was
more interested in the TV. "Do you think he'd mind if we took at look
at it, Em?" she asked.

"I guess not. Like you say, he owes us."

Jess wasn't familiar with the brand of big-screen plasma this was- a
'Biangeng'. That was an odd name, but everybody was making TV's these
days. She opened the box and undid all the styrofoam backing. The TV
itself was pretty thin and light. She lifted the old TV off its stand
and placed it on the floor off to the side and put the new one in its
place. It actually looked pretty good there. Jess unhooked the cable
from the old TV and attached it to the new one and plugged in the new
set. It had an almost imperceptible hum as it warmed up.

Emma had finished the dishes and came into the living room wiping her
hands on a towel. "Wow, Jess, that's great - you got it set up already!
Now where's the remote?"

She fished deep in the box and found a remote shrink-wrapped with a pair
of batteries and an owner's manual. To her dismay, the owner's manual
was written entirely in Chinese. She knew Jason could read and speak a
bit of Chinese, but this sure didn't do her any good. Even the remote
had Chinese characters on it, outside of the numbers. After popping the
batteries in, she pushed the big red button that she assumed was the
power button. Sure enough, the set clicked on, but there was nothing
but static.

She was about to leave it for Jason to figure out; he'd be back in two
days anyway. But Jess grabbed the remote and started pressing some
buttons. She hated a mystery, so she was going to make it work if it
killed her. She started flipping though channel after channel of static
and pressing some of the other buttons with Chinese characters when
suddenly the picture went completely black. There were some sounds,
though a bit muffled. And there was a picture beginning to come
through, dark at first, but gradually getting lighter. It was a couple
in bed, a shapely Asian woman with long straight black hair and large
round tits that bounced on her chest as she rode her lover. Emma
couldn't help noticing that she had a tattoo on her arm in the shape of
a dragon. The woman was beautiful, and seemed to be enjoying herself
immensely. Emma found herself getting turned on watching them. Almost
without thinking, she slipped a hand inside her pants and a finger went
to diddle her clit. She realized that she was unable to move anything
else; her legs were frozen to the spot and she was unable to turn her
face away from the big screen.

Jess would ordinarily be disgusted by the sight of something like this.
Porn was such a guy thing, all about them getting their rocks off. She
much preferred women, they were just better lovers than the guy who
stuck it in you and then was gone. She'd had some guys in high school,
but they never compared to her first female lover, an Asian girl named
Gina. When she was 16, she had rocked her world, and Jess never looked
back. What was weird about this video was that that Asian woman looked
a hell of a lot like her Gina. She knew she was attending college back
east and.....well, there was no way. But the fantasy of seeing her
naked grabbed hold of Jess, and before long she too had a hand inside
her pants, fondling her big clit. Every woman she'd ever been with told
her it reminded them of a small cock, and she was very proud of it, even
shaving her pubic hair to keep it from being hidden. Right now it was
rock-hard and sensitive to the touch. She forced her jeans down around
her ankles so that she had more room to maneuver.

The couple on screen had flipped places now, the man on top skewering
his partner with his huge dick, the woman screaming as he plundered her.
Emma thought about how horny she was right now, how much she needed
something, and then a little explosion went on inside her. Goosebumps
covered her body as she realized she was coming uncontrollably. She
wailed as wave after wave hit her; she'd never ever come like this
before. It was 9 on the Richter scale as she stood there frozen, unable
to move, unable to stop coming.

Jess was only a little behind her, thinking of her and Gina, fantasizing
that the fingers in her honeypot were Gina's, while at the same time
fantasizing that the big cock that was making the girl scream was HER
cock. The two fantasies merged together and Jess lost it, her body
convulsing as she had an orgasm for the ages. As she reached the crest
of what must have been her fourth one in succession, the screen went
bright white, then flashed, blinding them both.

It took maybe half a minute for Jess to regain her senses. Holy shit,
what just happened?

Emma was still standing there, shivering, her eyes tightly shut, her
fingers buried deep in her pussy. Jess looked at her and a flash of
desire coursed through her mind. She steadied herself and tried to push
it away, but Emma looked so defenseless, so delectable....No. Jess
gritted her teeth as she resisted.

Emma's eyes snapped open with alarm. "What the fuck?" she croaked.

She looked at Jess and realized that both of them had just masturbated
to a porn movie. Her look of alarm turned to a relieved giggle. "At
least you had the same reaction that I did." She almost tripped as she
pulled up her pants, staring at Jess' naked hairless crotch. She was
pretty hot, Emma thought, before she wondered where that came from.

Jess finally pulled up her jeans but she had another thing on her mind.
"Did we break this set? That flash was not a good thing. And this
manual is useless - it's all in Chinese." She flung it away. Emma
picked it up and leafed through it. It was all Chinese characters, but
for some reason she said, "We need to let the TV rest."

Jess looked at her oddly, but Emma was insistent. "It's just something
I know. We need to clean up and go. We can come back tomorrow." Emma
wasn't quite sure how she knew, but somehow the characters on the page
were telling her that. She picked up the pieces of styrofoam, put them
in the TV box and put the box in the corner, just in case the TV was
defective and needed to be returned. Then she got the key, shooed
Jessica out and left.

Jess was quiet as she and Emma drove back to the dorm, but her mind was
racing. She was incredibly horny and had to resist the urge to finger-
fuck herself right there in the driver's seat. Emma had her head back
and her eyes closed. Jess fantasized about jumping her but a red light
diverted her attention back to the road. She had a girlfriend, dammit,
and she wasn't going to ruin a good roommate relationship just because
she was a little horny. The five-minute drive back to the dorm seemed to
take forever.

I wish Sasha hadn't gone home for vacation, Jessica thought. She
started fantasizing about her lover as a way to push thoughts of Emma
out of her mind. Sasha's taut body, her talented tongue, her
smell...another damn red light broke her train of thought.

Emma sat with her eyes closed, trying to control her own thoughts. Ever
since they'd left Jason's apartment, she'd been seeing Chinese
characters in her mind. She couldn't read Chinese, yet she somehow
understood it. She couldn't even explain it to herself. The thick book
in the TV box wasn't an owners manual as much as it was a sex manual.
Again she couldn't explain it, but the fragments she'd looked at all
added up to it. She wished now that she'd taken it with her, but that
would have looked weird to Jess.

Emma started thinking about Jess behind her closed eyes. She was
straight, and she liked Jason a lot, but right now she'd screw anything
that wasn't moving, and that included Jess. One of the depictions she
was now making out from the manual was mind-blowing female pleasure from
the mouth of another female. Just thinking about it now was making her
panties wet, and she had to adjust herself ever so slightly on the seat.
She was hoping Jess wouldn't notice. She was a really cool roommate and
she didn't want to embarrass herself any more than she'd already had.
Hopefully by the end of winter break this'd all be forgotten.

They arrived at the dorm, and Jess said she had other errands to run, so
she was just going to drop Emma off. Emma breathed a sigh of relief at
that. She really needed a little 'alone time'. She hustled upstairs,
burst into her room and stripped to take a shower. It started out as a
cold shower, but that didn't last long. She raised the temperature and
began playing with herself. The stinging water felt really good on her
breasts and she moved them back and forth under the spray as she stuck
one, then two fingers inside her dripping vagina. She quickly brought
herself to an orgasm, and then remembered another trick from the manual
called the 'fluttering swan', which involved four fingers and quickly
reduced her to a quivering mass on the floor of the shower stall. She
wasn't sure, but she may have even passed out for a second, only to be
revived by the shower spray on her face.

She struggled to her feet and wrapped a towel around her. She was still
in a daze when she sat down on her bed, the echoes of her unbelievable
multiple climaxes still reverberating inside her body.

Focus, Emma, dammit, she thought. She knew she had to call Jason to let
him know the TV arrived. She should have called him a while ago, in
fact. But as she stared at her cell, the only thing she could think
about was if the phone would be damaged if she inserted it in her wet
little slit. Wow, stop it, Emma, you're going crazy.

She dialed Jason, and he picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, Emma!" he chirped.

"Hey, yourself," she replied.

"Did the TV get there?"

"Yes, but it was so big I needed Jess's help to move it."

"Well, I owe you and her dinner when I get back. I really appreciate
it."

"When are you coming back Jason?"

He seemed a little annoyed. "I told you already; day after tomorrow.
Holidays, family stuff, you know the drill."

"Any chance you could, um, come back a little earlier?" There was a
tenseness in Emma's voice.

"Oh Em, you know I promised my Gram I'd stop by to see her, and she'd be
really disappointed. See you in two days."

Emma was freaking out ever so slightly as they made small talk for the
rest of the conversation. Talking to Jason, rather than distracting
her, was just making her more needy. She thought about his dick and all
the things she wanted to do with it; suck it, sit on it, even stick it
in her ass, something she'd never done but was fantasizing about now.
Naked except for the towel, she felt her cunt gushing again. She
couldn't believe she'd used that word, even to herself. She hated when
others used it, even women. But right now she was a boiling cunt with a
woman attached. She went to the very back of her underwear drawer and
pulled out the vibrator she'd stashed back there a long time ago. She
was desperate- she slipped it inside her and flipped the switch to set
it buzzing.

*********************

Jess went to a coffee shop in town. She wasn't sure what she was doing.
Needing to clear her head, she just went somewhere where Emma wasn't.
She mentally undressed the cute little barista who served her the latte,
peering down the cleavage of her shirt like any other pervert. The girl
was blissfully unaware she was being checked out as she moved on to the
next customer. Jess had bought a paper and was trying to read, but
Afghanistan and economic news were just not registering with her today.
She kept returning to that image on the screen. Was it her old lover
Annie? She had her cell phone in her hand, ready to call, but she
finally decided that was just crazy.

Thinking about her high school days with Annie gave her a warm feeling
in her crotch. God, when Sasha got back after the new year, she was
going to bang the shit out of her. As she sipped her latte, the vision
of a naked Sasha dissolved into a vision of Emma. She tried to put it
out of her mind, but it kept coming back. Was Emma having the same
thoughts about her? She shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she
pondered the possibility.

By the time she'd finished her latte, she'd decided that she'd go back
to the room and see what happened. Besides, Emma might be out anyway.
She grabbed her paper and her coat and headed back.

***********************

Emma was in a fog of her own making. The vibrator inside of her was
humming, and she was playing with her clit for one orgasm after another.
She'd lost count of how many, and she fell back exhausted on the bed,
delirious from the sensation. Her legs were spread wide, and the air was
full of the smell of her juices. Her cell phone was ringing somewhere
off in the distance. She knew she should do something about this but
she just didn't care right now. She just floated in the fog.

*************************

Jason had been a little unnerved by Emma's call. He tried calling her
back without success. She sounded almost like she was on drugs or
something. He decided he'd visit his grandmother that afternoon and
head up to Sierra State in the morning.

*************************

Jessica pulled into campus parking and walked over to her dorm. Every
step of the way she debated whether she should go in or not. I'll have
to go home eventually, she thought. Hopefully Emma's out or pissed off
or something.

She listened at her door before inserting the key. She heard nothing.
But when she opened the door, she looked over to see Emma spread-eagled
on the bed, the towel underneath her and her bright-blue dildo by her
thigh. Jess gasped; she should have closed the door and walked away,
but she was drawn inside. There was no hope for her as she surveyed
Emma's limp body, pussy juices still leaking from her honey pot. The
smell of her sex drove Jess forward as she deeply inhaled her roommate's
essence. She quietly moved to the edge of the bed and leaned over to
touch Emma's leg.

At her touch Emma shot bolt upright as if electrified. "Omigod! I
passed out! I'm so sorry!" She tried to cover herself with the towel
and failed miserably.

Jess surveyed Emma's naked form. It had probably been a while since
she'd seen her naked, but Emma seemed to be filling out a bit. Her
puppies seemed a bit larger than she'd recalled, but maybe that was just
her mind playing tricks. There was no doubt about the big erect
nipples, though; Jess had never seen them like that before.

Emma's face was flushed and she was obviously embarrassed about being
caught red-handed. "I've never done anything like that before," she
stammered.

Jessica brightened. "Hey, every girl needs a little mechanical friend
once in a while. Not to worry." She was getting turned on beyond
belief even as she feigned small talk.

Emma then leaped forward and kissed Jess on the lips, her towel falling
to the floor, her tongue finding its way into her roommate's willing
mouth. Jess's inhibitions vanished and she wrapped her arms around
Emma, moving her hands down her back and cupping her beautiful ass
cheeks.

Emma was out of her mind with lust. She ripped the clothes off her
roommate and in under a minute they were on Jess' bed, the lacrosse
captain's solid body pinning the soft curviness of her overheated friend
beneath her. Jess humped her crotch against Emma, but Emma's lust
needed an immediate solution. She pushed her new lover's face down to
her love button, and screamed as Jess closed her lips over her little
nubbin.

Jessica had her own needs, and her own love trigger was soon surrounded
by Emma's hot lips. It felt weird; like her clit had become the focus
of everything. She humped it into the curvy blonde's mouth as she
slurped her roommate's sloppy pussy. Before long, they both were
screaming in orgasmic glory, their sounds muffled by their crotches.

Jason pulled into the driveway at Sunset View, the assisted living place
his grandmother had just moved to. His parents told him to be nice to
Grandma Glenda; she was still okay physically in her 80's, but she'd
started to forget things. She really couldn't live on her own any more.
Jason's apartment had been hers for many years, after his grandfather
had died. He felt a little awkward moving in there, but it was close to
school and the rent was really cheap. It'd taken a while to get rid of
the mothball smell, though.

"Hi, Grandma!" he called.

Glenda Chao looked up from her canasta game and flashed a big smile.
"Oh, hello dear! So good to see you!" She got up from her chair slowly.
"This is my grandson......"

"Jason", he added helpfully. The other ladies introduced themselves,
and Glenda sat back down. "Just let me finish this hand and we'll be on
our way." She turned to the others. "He's my date for the afternoon,"
she smiled.

They went to a little restaurant nearby, and Jason was amazed at how
much his grandmother ate. "It's so much better than the food at Sunset
View," she explained.

After they finished, Glenda put a hand on Jason's arm. "Sweetie, I'd
love to go up to see my old place. Could you indulge an old woman?"

Jason blushed. He was hoping she wouldn't ask that. He couldn't really
say no, even though it would be really awkward. So before long they
were on the road to his place an hour away. Their conversation was
pleasant enough, but she seemed to wander a bit. She was really slow
getting up the steps due to her arthritis. But, finally, they were in
the apartment. He'd done a lot of redecorating but she didn't seem to
mind. He noticed the new TV. It looked pretty cool and he couldn't
wait to try it out, but he saw the light flashing on his answering
machine. It was Emma, and she sounded stressed out, asking him to come
over right away whenever he got in.

He was torn. He wanted to see what was up with Emma, but what would he
do with Grandma?

She made the decision for him. "Sweetie, you go see what's up with your
girlfriend. I'll be all right here for a little while. It's almost
time for my soaps, anyway."

She'd settled into a comfy chair and it didn't look like she'd be
getting out anytime soon. "You sure you're all right?" he asked.

"I'll be fine, honey. You go see your girl." She patted his hand and
sent him on his way. He handed her the TV remote and flew out the door.
Hopefully this wouldn't take too long.

On his way over, he tried calling Emma's cell. No answer. That was
unlike her, he thought. He pulled up to the parking lot at the dorm,
his anxiety level up just a little bit.


Glenda reached for the remote. Goodness, it had Chinese characters on
it! She'd never seen anything like this. There was a power button in
English, but there was also a button that roughly translated said 'magic
power'. Well, that was quite odd; maybe it was more channels. She
pressed it, and she heard a click from the TV, but there was no sound or
picture, just a soft hum. Squinting at the remote over her glasses, she
spotted another set of characters that made no sense...'extra pleasure'.
She pressed it, but nothing seemed to happen. These new TV's were just
too complicated. She remembered the first TV she ever saw, shortly
after she'd arrived in the US as a young woman back in the late 40's.
Her mind drifted back to that time. She had gotten passage on a boat to
the US and guiltily, she thought about how she'd bought her way over
with her body, much to her parents' consternation. They were rooted in
the traditional ways, but young Mei-li was drawn to the bright lights
and fancy clothes that she found in Hong Kong. She thought of the night
she lost her virginity to a handsome man, how they used each other to
get what they wanted. For a few months she was a 'kept woman', showered
with presents and at his beck and call for the best sex of her life.
She flushed as she thought of the things she did......

She'd drifted....how long had she been sitting here. Where was she?
She hated forgetting things. She was in her apartment, but it was
different now. Was someone else living here? Her heart raced for a few
seconds, and then she realized that she was in the apartment of her
grandson, whose name kept escaping her. She hated these moments of
sheer terror where she had no idea where she was. She knew that she was
in the clutches of Alzheimer’s, and that these terrifying moments would
become more frequent until suddenly it wouldn't matter any more. It was
not a prospect she was relishing.

Glenda's eyes focused back on the screen. The TV was finally on, and
she stared at the screen in shock. A young Asian woman was naked atop a
muscular white man! Was this some kind of pornographic channel? The
things they showed on TV these days! But Glenda Chao couldn't look
away. The room looked so familiar; the lamp on the nightstand, the old
telephone...the man lying naked on the bed as he looked up at the nubile
young woman bouncing up and down on his...cock. My god, Glenda thought,
I haven't used that word in decades. As the screen became clearer, she
nearly had a heart attack. The Chinese woman had a dragon tattoo on her
shoulder exactly like the one she'd hid from her children for 60 years!

The woman on screen was obviously enjoying herself as her hair flew in
all directions. Glenda was desperate to see her face. She had to know-
was this her in some magic incarnation? Or was her feeble mind playing
tricks on her again? The guy certainly looked like....Steve, that was
his name. All the memories came flooding back now; her body seemed
almost transported back to that time as she sat in the chair, her rapid
breathing matching that of the Chinese girl. Her whole body seemed to
tingle in a way it hadn't in so long she couldn't remember. And then,
as the girl on screen screamed, Glenda had her first oorgasm since the
Reagan administration. It was so intense she thought she was dying. If
she was, it wasn't a bad way to go.....there was a flash and then,
everything went black.


Jason signed in at the dorm's front desk and went up to Emma's room. He
wasn't supposed to have a duplicate key to her room, but he'd managed to
get one made. He reached her door and not hearing anything, put the key
in the lock and opened it. What he saw left him in shock; Emma was
lying on the bed under her roommate Jessica, as they were in the midst
of a lesbian 69. Hearing the noise they both scurried to compose
themselves, wrapping the same sheet around both their bodies as they
stood in front of Jason, caught red-handed.

Jason fumbled for words. "I came over here because, because you sounded
like there was a problem! I didn't expect you to be........" his voice
trailed off.

Emma stammered, "Jason, I can explain...."

His eyes flashed angrily. "No you can't." He headed for the door and
slammed it behind him. On the way back to his apartment he pounded his
fist against the steering wheel a half dozen times.

Flying up the steps in anger, he let himself in to see his grandmother
asleep on the chair he'd left her in. He felt bad leaving Gram just to
catch that little bitch rugmunching with her dyke roommate. Boy was he
pissed.

He gave her a gentle touch on the shoulder, and his grandmother bolted
awake. "Steve, is that you?" she asked.

"Jason. Jason, Grandma. I think it's time we got back." He didn't
like the confused look in her eyes. Man, no fun getting old, he
thought.

They navigated down the steps easier than they had come up. Old Gram had
a little spring in her step today. He was glad at least he'd had a
chance to take her out of 'the home' for a little bit. They didn't talk
much on the way back; Gram seemed lost in her own thoughts. When they
got to Sunset View, he was surprised to see that she'd already opened
the car door and stood up on her own. A woman at the door offered to
help her back to her room, but she refused. That was the old Gram,
Jason thought- she didn't like to be helped. He noticed she was even
walking a little straighter than before. They kissed goodbye, and she
gave him a big hug. As he drove off, he felt good about this part of
his day, at least.


Glenda got back to her room feeling very odd indeed. She was bad at
remembering things these days, but this afternoon was seared in her
mind. Did she view something that happened 60 years ago? It wasn't
possible- but there it was. The girls had left a message, but she
didn't feel like playing cards right now.

She was lucky to have her own room at Sunset View; she liked the
privacy, especially now. All the way back from her old apartment, her
mind had been roiling and her body had been doing strange things as
well. The rheumatoid arthritis in her hands and knees had disappeared.
She felt stronger than she had in years. Looking in the mirror, she was
convinced she'd lost a couple of years. But this isn't possible!

Dinner was early as always, and she tried to banter with her friends,
but her heart wasn't in it. "Glenda, are you OK?" her friend Delores
asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, dear, just a little...distracted."

"Your grandson is such a handsome boy. Looks like you had a good day
today."

You have no idea, Delores, she decided.

She finished her dinner and even went back for seconds. She was
hungrier than she'd been in quite some time. When the others asked if
she'd be watching TV tonight, she begged off, saying she was tired. She
even made sure to be in the shower when the nurse came around to check
on her and give her her pills.

"Well, I've laid everything out on the nightstand, Mrs. Chao. Let me
know if you need anything. Have a good night," she said as she left.

Glenda stepped out of the shower and rubbed the towel over the mirror to
clear it. Something was definitely going on now. Her wrinkles were
disappearing, and black streaks were working their way into her gray
hair. Most amazingly, her saggy breasts had regained much of their old
bounce. Was this a dream? Was she just having one of those 'episodes'
that were the reason she wound up here in the first place? She looked
much as she did when she was about 50, she decided. How would she
explain this to everyone? The old terror came back.

She touched one of her breasts and it tingled pleasantly. She touched
the other and gasped. Then, unable to resist, she moved her hand lower,
to feel between her legs. There was a warmth there, and a wetness that
amazed her. She pushed a finger in, then another, and rubbed around the
outside with her thumb. She thought about Steve, his naked, muscular
body and his fantastic cock inside her. She could hear him screaming the
name he had given her, "Annie! Oh my god!" In no time at all she was
climaxing again.

She had to get out of Sunset View. She wasn't sure what she was going
to do, but it wouldn't do to stay here.......


Jason got back to his place and there were two tearful messages from
Emma. She sounded almost incoherent, and he deleted them both. He'd
planned on going back home after today, but with everything that had
gone down he figured he wasn't up to a long drive back and told his
folks that. They were just happy that he'd seen his grandmother, and
didn't mind.

All his buddies were home for the winter break, so he found himself
nursing a beer in Cowabunga's, the strip club on the edge of town. He
wasn't quite 21 yet, but the help didn't seem to notice or care. The
girls were hot and the beer was cold, and before long he was sticking
his dollar bills in the g-strings with the rest of the pervs.

Emma called 5 more times before she gave up. She was so unbelievably
horny and she was obsessing about his dick out loud. "I would do
anything, even let him take me up the ass. I really need a good hard
cock right now."

Jessica was not impressed. Emma was getting kind of annoying. The
smart bio major was behaving just like an airheaded bimbo right now. As
much as she wanted the blonde to suck her itchy clit, she decided she
needed to go out and get a little air. After driving aimlessly for a
while, she stopped in front of Cowabunga's, the strip club in town.
She'd gone there with Sasha once and they were both butch enough to
almost pass as guys in the dim light. She ordered a Bud at the bar and
settled into a booth in the back and watched the girls gyrate. As she
watched, she gradually developed an uncomfortable tightness in her
pants. She discreetly reached down and diddled herself. The waitress
came over with her second beer and said, "Honey, Eva up there likes
girls like you. Just sayin'." Jess smiled, the waitress nodded, and
Eva nodded back, all in the space of a few seconds, and without missing
a beat to the '80's hair band song she was dancing to.

Five minutes later, Eva was off her shift on the pole and escorting Jess
upstairs, where she quickly removed her pants and let the dancer go down
on her. Eva gushed, "Baby, it's like you've got a little cock! I've
seen some big clits in my time but yours takes the cake! Jessica just
grunted and let the dancer's talented tongue work its magic on her. It
wasn't long before she was seeing stars and humping her mouth. Her
climax felt all weird; she guessed that she'd had one beer too many or
something. It was amazing and then, boom, it was over. Jess
immediately felt a pang of regret for what she'd done, threw a tip for
Eva on the table, and got herself out of there. Leaving by one of the
side doors, she saw Jason, Emma's boyfriend, chugging a beer and putting
a bill into one of the dancers' g-strings. She wanted to get mad at him
but she realized that if anything, she was worse. She hit the crash bar
on the door and walked out into the cold night air.

Glenda lay in bed, her eyes wide open. It was nearly midnight. Her
life was flashing before her eyes, but from an unusual perspective.
She'd been married to Boob for 40 years before he died of the heart
attack, and she'd given him 3 children, but they hadn't had a lot of sex
in their marriage. She guessed that it was something she'd put to the
side as she'd raised kids and done the housewife thing, but tonight, all
that pent up sexual tension seemed to be spilling out all over. She'd
already masturbated three more times, but she was unfulfilled. She went
to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. All the gray was gone from
her hair now. It was jet black again. But rather than becoming her
younger self, she seemed to be becoming a younger VERSION of herself.
Her breasts were larger than they'd ever been in real life; they say
pertly on her chest now, with not a hint of sag. And her face was
slightly different- her lips were fuller and her nose and eyes had
changed. She was, what was the word she'd heard them use? Yes, a
'cougar'. Late-30's or so, and out for sex. The thought of it set her
pulse racing again.

Again, she returned to the thought that she had to get out of here; the
urge to flee was becoming almost primal. It was late at night, and
there wouldn't be a lot of people on staff. If she didn't make a break
for it now, she never could. Looking through her closet, she tried to
find the least 'old-lady' clothes she could find. She had a duffel bag,
and she stuffed it with as many essentials as she could. Finally, she
went to the back of her closet and pulled out the shoebox that hid her
'mad money'- $2500 in $100 dollar bills in the toe of one of her shoes.
She'd never told anyone about it, not even her kids. It went into her
purse. Then, pulling on a coat, she opened her door slowly to see if
anyone was in the hallway. The coast was clear. Tiptoeing down the
hall, she could see the front desk was empty- the attendant was off
getting a candy bar at the machine way down at the end of another hall.
Glenda marveled at the fact that her eyesight was 20-20 again. She
slipped out the front door without anyone noticing. She was free! But
free to do what?

Half a mile down the road from Sunset View was a Wal-Mart, helpfully
open 24 hours. Glenda cruised the aisles picking up clothing she'd
recently only dreamed of wearing. She loved how well the jeans fit her
new curvier body as she tried them on in the fitting room. 20 minutes
later, she had a whole new wardrobe, a big backpack to carry her
essentials in, and a full new duffel bag. She looked for all the world
as if she was ready to go on a camping trip, which she guessed she was,
to an extent. The cashier told her about the bus that'd be coming by
soon, and she'd better catch it because it was the last one for the
night. Glenda thanked her, paid in cash and dumped her old coat and
bags in the dumpster, then ran for the bus. Just enjoying the sensation
of running was exhilarating to her.

She sat alone at the bus stop, formulating her plans. She knew that
this bus would be heading to Sierra State. It also stopped about two
blocks from her grandson's apartment. He was heading back home for the
rest of the holiday after he'd seen her, so hopefully she'd have a
little private time with that TV of his. She had to uncover the mystery
of the couple on the screen.

The bus let her off where she wanted, and she grabbed her things. She
bounded up the steps to the apartment two at a time, and then- yes!- she
found the 'emergency key' she'd stashed years ago when she was afraid of
locking herself out. She opened the door and slipped inside.

Shrugging out of the last of her old lady clothes, she surveyed herself
in the mirror and like what she saw. Even though the TV awaited, she
just couldn't resist pulling out the makeup she'd bought and
experimenting with her face. The long lashes and ruby lips looked so
scrumptious on her, she wanted to kiss herself.

Wearing nothing but her makeup, she settled into her chair and clicked
on the TV with the 'super power' button. The screen came into focus a
little quicker this time, and again she saw the couple on the bed.
Things were a little different now; it still seemed to be the Steve of
her fantasy, rugged and handsome, but the surroundings had changed.
Oooh, Glenda thought, he had such a wonderful cock. She loved that
word. Two fingers were deep inside her pussy as she though about him
inside her, filling her. She needed it so badly. She frigged herself
faster and faster as she was drawn into the action. She was Annie
again.....


Closing time at Cowabunga's sneaked up on Jason. Suddenly the lights
were turned up and everyone headed for the exits. A guy cleaning up
gave him a nudge. "Time to go home, buddy," he barked.

Jason blinked at the bright fluorescent lights, and shuffled out the
door with the rest of them. He really wasn't in any condition to drive,
but he'd just try to be careful. Fortunately for him, the police were
occupied elsewhere tonight, and he managed to make it back in one piece.
He stumbled up the stairs, taking forever to get the key in his lock.
Finally the door opened, and he shuffled in.

The first thing he noticed was that the TV was on. He hadn't remembered
leaving it on, but whatever. Squinting through bleary eyes, it seemed
like there was some kind of porn video on. Not likely, but maybe it was
something to watch after all those dancing girls tonight. He tried to
focus as he felt his dick hardening in his pants.

Then he looked to his left and jumped. There was a woman in his
apartment! And she was naked! Holy shit! Was he dreaming? Did one of
the dancers follow him home? How did she get here? His mind was racing,
but with the handicap of excessive alcohol consumption, he wasn't coming
up with any rational answers. The only light in the room was coming
from the TV, and it was hard to make out more than the fact that she was
naked with big tits. And then she was in front of him, undoing his
pants and ohhhhhhhhhhhh.....



Annie was mesmerized. She'd never heard the key in the lock; she was
transported into the video. Glenda had vanished, replaced by the sex-
hungry minx. She stood watching while her perfect twin bounced up and
down on Steve's cock. Only he was more than Steve now. He was a
perfect Adonis. Annie could feel the sensations in her mind even though
there was no physical contact. In front of her the woman had gotten up
and was now putting the enormous rigid cock in her mouth. Annie drooled
at the sight of it. She turned and there was a man for her as well.
She reached out, pulled his pants down and freed his cock. She
hesitated for a second, smelling the musk and desire in the air before
bowing down before it and taking it in her mouth. Mmmm, the feeling of
it was spectacular. It was so good to have a hard dick in her mouth
again. She went as far as she could, letting the tip of it touch her
tonsils before coming back up for air. This felt so real, so right.
She felt the wetness gushing from her cunt as she swallowed his cock.

She was Annie and she was the persona in charge now. She had absorbed
much from the TV; many things she wasn't even conscious of at the
moment. There was so much information flowing in that her mind was
overloaded. But the most important thing was her needs. She needed to
be satisfied and only one thing would do.

She pulled her partner to the floor and positioned herself over him. She
rubbed the head of his swollen penis up and down her slick pussy lips
and then sat down, taking him all the way inside her. Annie orgasmed
right then and there, and that was only the beginning. She put his
hands on her boobs, letting him grope her as she impaled herself on his
hard meat. It was up to her to take the initiative, and she treated him
like a sex toy. Annie liked sex toys. As she bounced on top of him, her
hair flying, she rubbed her big nubbin to give her climax after glorious
climax.

She felt him groan beneath her and shiver as he pumped his load into
her. Annie came one more time as her skin was covered in goosebumps.
She heard a high-pitched whine behind her, and felt the warmth of a
brilliant flash of light as she screamed out her final orgasm. Then she
collapsed, her big tits pressed against his chest, her head nuzzling
against his neck. And then, darkness.


The sky had started to lighten as Glenda stirred. She was all stiff,
but not in the arthritic way she was used to. She was lying on the
floor. Slowly she started to piece things together, and, Oh my God, she
thought. Lying next to her, snoring, was Jason, her grandson. Had
she.....? One look told her that yes indeed, she had. She was in a
dead panic.

Getting up quietly, she tried to compose herself. She had to leave here
immediately, before he woke up. She looked at the clock- 6:19. She
quietly assembled her things and used a washcloth to, well, clean up as
best she could. A shower would have to wait. She stuffed the last of
her old lady things in a plastic bag and threw on something modestly
slutty. Looked like the Wal-Mart bras she'd gotten were a little small,
so she went without. She fixed her makeup (her lipstick was smeared
badly), and crept out the door without Jason stirring in the slightest.
She walked a few blocks to a Starbucks, got a coffee, and then despite
herself, began giggling uncontrollably.


The phone rang in Jason's apartment at 9 AM. He stirred groggily. What
was he doing on the floor? There was no way he was going to get the
phone on time, so he let it go to the answering machine. Besides, it
was probably Emma calling again.

After the beep came the voice of his mother, "Jason honey, if you're
there, pick up."

He lurched forward and grabbed the phone. "Hi mom, what's up?"

"Grandma disappeared from Sunset View last night." She sounded
apoplectic.

"Disappeared? How?"

"They're not sure. Seems she must have slipped out last night at some
time. Her winter coat is gone so they're hoping that she's not freezing
to death, anyway. I need you to get down there as fast as you can."

Jason hung up and tried to get his head on straight. Did what happened
last night really happen? He'd gotten really drunk at the strip club
last night and......there was a woman last night? He realized he'd had
sex with SOMEONE last night. Was it Emma, lying in wait for him? It
must have been, that was the only possibility. Wow, he really must have
been wasted to not even remember.

He took a quick shower and barreled down to the retirement home. He was
met by the manager of the facility who was very sympathetic and
comforting. Jason told him that if he was trying to head off a lawsuit,
good luck.

Apparently, the last time anyone saw Gram was after dinner, when a nurse
brought her her pills. She never took them, and sometime in the next 12
hours she walked away from the facility. They had a security camera in
the lobby but it was out of commission last night. Brilliant, he
thought.

The police had been brought in and a picture of Gram was being
circulated locally, but they weren't having any luck. They'd checked
the nearby Wal-Mart, but a check of their surveillance tapes showed
there wasn't anyone matching that description in their store last night.
There was a woman wearing a coat similar to Gram's but she was much
younger, and it was a pretty common style anyway.

There were lots of people filing in and out, and his parents were here
now. There wasn't much he could do, but he'd stick it out for the day
anyway.


Jess hadn't slept much. She'd been awake thinking of Eva the stripper,
and tugging at her big clit. It felt so good to do it; and it had
gotten so big since they'd been over to watch that TV at Jason's. The
rest of her felt good too- there was a power surging through her that
she'd never felt before. Her body seemed to fairly hum with
electricity.

She had to find a way to see that TV again; she was certain that this
was the source of the changes she was going through. She needed to bring
Emma along to get in, to get past that wimpy Jason. Of course Emma
might have a tough time given that she'd just shown her boyfriend that
she was a lesbian. Jess gave herself another tug job and finally fell
asleep.

It was after 9 when she finally awoke. Emma was still sleeping, but
Jess could see her hands inside her panties- she'd been pleasuring
herself as well. After a quick shower, the lacrosse player surveyed
herself in the mirror. She'd gotten a bit taller, her chest and arms
were all muscle, and her clit was enormous. She looked like one of
those female bodybuilders she'd seen pictures of. The power she felt in
her muscles was intoxicating; she felt like she could step in a boxing
ring and take out the heavyweight champion.

Emma padded into the bathroom and stopped in mid-yawn. "My god, you
look......awesome!" she exclaimed.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Jess replied. Emma's pajama top had
been all stretched out by her plumper tits.

"Yeah, it's really weird." She hefted a breast. "These babies have
gotten a lot bigger and they feel soooo good to play with." She moved
over to nuzzle Jess and ran her hands over her muscular arms. Jess's
clit twitched as she felt those big boobs pressed into her back. "How
about coming back to bed?" she purred.

Jess steeled herself and moved away. "I think we need to go back to
Jason's place. There's something about that TV that's causing us to
act....and look this way." It was all she could do to keep herself from
jumping Emma right there and then.

Emma pouted. "I think Jason's mad at me. I don't think he wants to see
me."

"Well, maybe if you gave him a blowjob nicely he'd reconsider."

Emma brightened. "Hmmm. Maybe."

Ten minutes later they were on their way over to Jason's. Jess had to
wear her sweats since none of her other clothes seemed to fit any more.
Emma had the same problem, currently stretching one of her t-shirts all
out of shape. When they got to Jason's, there was no answer to their
knock. Opening the door, the place looked a bit of a wreck.

Emma looked around. "Now what do we do?"

Jess found the remote. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She
pressed the button with the Chinese characters and the set jumped to
life. Even before things had come into focus, the overheated couple was
shedding their clothes. Jess eyed Emma's perfect globes hungrily and
sucked one into her mouth. Emma reached down between Jess's legs and
pulled on her. They each had one eye on the screen as the sex show
began.

Emma ground her body against Jess's muscular frame, her tits sending her
to heaven as the slid over his sweaty chest. Her delicate hand wrapped
itself against the amazing growing clit, feeling like a glowing ember in
her hand. Finally she could take no more and slowly lured Jess to the
floor. There, she humped her steaming slit against the hard piece of
flesh, then guided it inside her. She could feel it twitch and stretch
inside her, a magic wand growing in her hot box.

Jess was unable to speak. His eyes were exploding in fireworks and his
crotch seemed to have a life of its own. He could feel himself
penetrating Emma, deeper and stronger, filling her, the amazing
sensations bombarding his brain. When Emma began to rock up and down on
him, he though he was going to die, it felt so good. Her jiggling tits
filled his vision, and her moans told him she was getting ready to come.
His own crotch tingled and he could feel himself hard as a rock inside
her. He could feel his first load building, building, building until he
realized he was ready to burst and then ohmygogohmygoohmygod............

The flash passed through them like an electrical shock. If filled the
space between them, surrounded them, bounced around inside them,
overloaded them.

He convulsed on the floor, his cock spurting load after load inside
Emma. She shivered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her
nipples tightened and hardened so much that the slight breeze of their
wrestling bodies sent her over the edge again. She looked down at Jess,
his face a mixture of shock, amazement and ecstasy. He gave one more
twitch inside her cunt and then fell back on the floor, spent.

Emma lifted herself off him and crawled around to take his softening
dick in her mouth. She savored the taste of his cum and her juices
mixed together in a delicious cocktail. When she'd licked him
completely clean, she could feel him already beginning to get erect for
another go at it. Without a word, she got on all fours and waved her
sloppy pussy in his face. She needed to be taken like an animal and she
was. She let him grip her boobs tightly as he took her from behind. She
lost track of the oorgasms as she surrendered to his massive manmeat.

Jess was blown away. He had felt this coming on since the first time
they stood in front of the TV, but now it was real. He was a male. He
had a dildo between his legs, which was hard to fathom. How would he
keep it from swinging when he walked? He knew now why men thought with
their dicks. It was a powerful thing, being able to properly fuck a
woman.

After his second mind-blowing orgasm, feeling the hot spunk erupt from
his penis, it really sunk in. His penis. As he pulled out of Emma's
quivering cunt, he felt below his cock fondling the big set of balls
that had just unleashed that torrent of cum. They were hot and sweaty,
like the rest of him. He cradled them with amazement. His balls. How
do guys fit these things in their pants? Padding around Jason's
apartment, he looked for a pair of underwear. All he could find was a
too-small pair of briefs that cut off the circulation to his legs. He
threw them aside; guess he'd be going commando for a while.

"Emma, we'd better get out of here. We're pushing our luck." He didn't
want to be in the position of explaining who he was and what he was
doing. Emma was just a cum-crazy rag doll at this point- she'd do
whatever he told her to do. Her hot naked body was giving him another
hard-on, but this time it felt strangely painful. Now he knew what they
meant on the Viagra commercials when they warned about 4-hour erections.
They gathered their clothes, including the last pair of panties he'd
ever wear, and hightailed it out of there.


Annie got a room at the Motel 6 just down the street from Starbucks.
The clerk never raised an eyebrow when she paid up front for a week with
cash. He had a world-weary look that said he'd seen everything. He
flipped her a key and went back to playing solitaire on his computer. In
her room was a king bed and an old TV, but it was a place to stay at
least until she figured out what she was doing next. The top story on
the news was a woman missing from a nursing home.....and it was then
that Glenda bubbled to the surface with a sob. She loved being young
and energetic and a little crazy, but she didn't like leaving her family
and friends. A silent argument ensued between Glenda and Annie, but
they both knew what had to be done. It was time to head for the
apartment.

Jason's car was gone, and most likely he was out looking for 'her',
Annie and Glenda surmised. She bounded up the stairs, and Glenda
thought about how much she'd miss that kind of energy. She opened the
door, and Annie and Glenda stood in front of the TV, pushing the 'Magic
Power' button on the remote..........


Back in her hotel room later, Annie mourned that little loss of self.
But now she was free, unfettered. She called a taxi and headed for
Cowabunga's. She knew she'd have no trouble landing a job, and she was
right. Jim, the owner, took one look and asked her to do a little pole
dance. After 3 minutes he asked her if she could start tonight, since
one of his girls was sick. If the customers liked her, she'd have a
steady gig.

By nine o'clock, she was dancing and collecting bills in her g-string
and driving the boys wild. Jim was pleased.

Jason drove back to his place, worn out and dejected. His mom was
hysterical, and his dad was ready to sue the pants off the nursing home.
He just felt weak and tired. It was a combination of too much to drink
the night before and the events of today. It was getting dark by the
time he got back to his place, and he just needed to crawl into bed for
a few hours.

When he got to his bedroom, though, he got the shock of his life.

"Gram! What are you doing here!" He was ecstatic. "How did you get
here?"

Gram seemed a bit confused. He realized he'd probably just scared the
hell out of her.

"Are you okay? I need to make a phone call, I'll be right back!"

He called his mom, who practically fainted at the news. A doctor came
and checked her out, and she was apparently none the worse for wear.
When asked, she had no idea how she'd gotten there. It was chalked up
to the Alzheimer's.

Once she was safely back at Sunset View, his dad slipped his Mom a Xanax
and they headed home. Jason was truly exhausted now. What a day, but
all's well that ends well, he guessed. Heads would roll at the nursing
home, but that wasn't his problem.

Within 30 seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he was out like a
light.


Jess was getting restless. Emma was a good fuck but she'd gotten
excessively clingy. He needed some room. He thought about Sasha.
They'd gotten on so well as two women- how would she react to the new
Jess? He thought about her muscular body and it got him hard for about
the 39th time that day. His boner was tenting out his sweats.

"I'm going to the store to get some new clothes, babe. See you later."
Before she could talk him into staying, he grabbed his keys and flew out
the door. At the mall he picked up jeans and as much 'guy stuff' as he
could. And feeling his chin, he picked up an electric razor. Not
wanting to go back to the dorm room where Emma would be waiting, he
needed an alternate destination. Flying on instruments, he found
himself pulling into the parking lot at Cowabunga's. Now he could
really ogle the girls without hiding in the shadows. He wondered if Eva
would suck his dick as well as she'd nibbled his clit the night before.
Was it only a day since he'd been a dyke? He caught himself. He'd
always hated that word when he was a woman, but it just flowed from his
mind now. His brain was rewiring, just like his body had, almost
without him noticing.

Cowabunga's was hopping. Jess grabbed a Bud and watched a blond gyrate
on the bar. Again, he felt his cock harden. He thought about the
things he'd like to do with her, and took a swig of beer.

The blond finished up and a howl went up from the crowd as the next
dancer came up. In high heels and a cowboy hat, toy guns on a holster,
and a tiny g-string and a mini-t, she was the sexiest thing in the
place. She was tall, Asian, with big tits, and Jess was thunderstruck.
This was her! This was the woman he'd seen on the TV in Jason's
apartment. He had to see her, had to talk with her......

This was Annie's second shift on the pole and it was going even better
than the first. She mock-shot a few of the guys in the front row and
bent over to let the boys stuff bills in her shirt. Jim would be
getting half the take but there'd still be plenty for her. She ripped
the t-shirt open, exposing her tits spilling out, and another roar went
up from the crowd. She had them eating out of her hand as she humped
herself against the cold brass of the pole. The money kept coming out of
the crowd and onto her g-string and she shook and shimmied for every
bill.

And then a hand came out of the crowd holding a $100 bill. And for a
split second, Annie stood stock-still.

Glenda's presence was no longer with her, but some of her memories
remained. She looked him right in the eye as she carefully tucked the
hundred in her waistband. "Steve?" she said. But the crowd and the
blaring music drowned her out. she had to find a way to meet that man
however. Knowing that he'd given her a big bill, the crowd let her
dance just for him. She tousled his hair and rubbed his head between
her breasts for a split second, then backed up and mimicked firing her
gun at him. She finished her routine and walked off the stage.
Another girl was up on stage now, and the attention of the crowd was
directed at the new dancer.

He was sitting in a booth by himself and she put on her bathrobe and sat
down across from him. "Steve?"

"My name's not Steve. It's Jess. And this may sound like a come-on, but
I've seen you before."

"Well, this may seem like a come-on, but I've seen you before as well.
In Hong Kong. In 1949."

Jess shot her a sideways look.

"I know, it's not possible, but it's a very weird set of circumstances,"
Annie said.

Jess said, "I saw you in a video. I was obsessed with you before I was
even sure you existed."

"Well, that's at least as weird as what I was thinking."

Jess gulped hard. "Can I see you, um, when you get off?"

"That'll be pretty late. I'm here until 2 AM."

"I'll wait."


Jason woke up in a cold sweat. He'd been having some strange dreams,
things he couldn't remember; fragments. He had an erection so it must
have been vaguely sexual. He thought about Emma, how she was slurping
her roommate's pussy. It was kind of sexy, and he found himself beating
off to the image. As he lay there, he realized that the TV was on in
his living room. How had that happened? He rolled out of bed to shut
it off but stopped dead when he saw Emma sitting in his chair. She was
naked and oblivious to his presence, focused purely on the screen.

Jason turned on the lights and growled, “What the hell?”

The screen clicked off and Emma came to life. She stood up and he was
floored at how sexy she looked. She kissed him on the lips with a
smack.

“Are you drunk or something?” he demanded.

“Not at all.” He noticed for the first time that she was holding a book
in her hand and it appeared to be written in Chinese.

“Well, you’re creeping me out a bit, Em. Did you get a boob job or
something?”

If he was hoping that would piss her off, it didn’t work. She just
giggled.

“Not exactly. But I did find out some interesting stuff.”

“That doesn’t exactly explain why you’re sitting here watching TV at 2
in the morning.”

“Have you had a chance to watch it?”

“No, I’ve been more than a little busy the past couple of days.”

“Well, you should. And I’d like to watch it with you. I’ve been looking
through this manual here, and I think I’ve figured out how your TV
works.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” This was a little too weird.

She’d slipped her hands inside his sweats and grabbed his semi-hard
cock. Even with the anger he was feeling, it was hard to deny the
erection-inducing quality of Emma’s body.

She looked him straight in the eyes. “Would you like to be my fantasy
lover?”

“What kind of question is that?”

She squeezed his hard-on, and dug her fingernails in slightly. This was
getting a little out of hand, Jason thought. Better to just go along.
He made a mental note to change the locks in the morning, though.

“Okay, okay. I want to be your fantasy lover.”

Emma grinned. “Gooood. Now press this.”

It was the remote from the TV. But one of the buttons on the bottom was
labeled in Chinese. Being third-generation, he had no clue what it
meant. But playing along, he pressed it. The TV clicked on, and he had
a flashback to the other night, when he'd come home from that strip club
in town drunk as hell. The screen went from pitch black to a picture of
two busty women french kissing each other. He felt his cock go from
half-mast to fully erect in a matter of seconds. He groaned as he felt
Emma's hand on it, then groaned again as her mouth closed around it. He
was getting obscenely hard now. Emma's head bobbed up and down in a
blur as he watched the TV. The two women started to strip and then he
realized that one of them wasn't a woman at all! She had a huge cock!
He felt his own member throb a bit at the sight, a fact not unnoticed by
Emma, who groaned as she went down on him.

The two on-screen characters had settled into a position not unlike
their own, with the woman going down on her enhanced friend. He looked
down at Emma, and saw that she still had the remote in her hand as she
deep-throated him. Her finger was on one of the buttons, and when she
pressed it, a warm feeling seemed to wash over him. This was the most
amazing blowjob he'd ever experienced, not that he'd had much to compare
it to. A random thought entered his head, as he wondered what it must
be like to take a hard, erect cock into his mouth and suck it. Where
did that come from? But the thought was enough to make his own boner
grow. How was Emma swallowing it all? He felt like he was twelve inches
long.....

The pair on screen were really getting into it now, and he felt his own
load getting ready to burst. He looked down at Emma and she had her
finger on the remote again. She pressed it and he felt dizzy for a
split second. And then he resumed his boobbing up and down on the cock
in front of him. He felt the balls tightening, and then his tonsils
were drenched with a torrent of sticky cream. He held his mouth closed,
trying not to miss a single drop, swallowing as fast as he could as the
massive cock twitched in his mouth. He felt the heat on his back as the
bright flash enveloped him.

He shut his eyes as the blinding flash enveloped him. Emma knelt at his
crotch, licking up the last of his load. His brain was slow to process
what had just happened. "Wha...."

Emma didn't seem interested in talking. She guided him to the floor and
began kissing and licking him all over. He just lay there and groaned,
unable to resist. His shrunken dick was responding to her ministrations,
gradually lengthening and hardening. He couldn't believe he could get
hard again so soon, but he seemed to be operating in a twilight zone
where anything was possible. He just went with it.

Once he'd gotten hard enough for her taste, Emma straddled him and fed
his member into her dripping snatch. She eased all the way down on it
slowly until it felt like he could be tickling hers tonsils from below.
Jason was amazed at how this somewhat plain biology major had mutated
into this vision of a porn queen. She bent forward and he could feel
his cock shifting and probing her insides. He grabbed one of her tits
and began to suck on a long nipple. Out of the corner of his eye, he
could see her holing the remote and......

He was now looking down at himself. The sensation of having his nipple
sucked was amazing. And he bounced against the dick buried in his
pussy. How was this happening? As he shifted against the giant organ
he realized that he was in the middle of a female orgasm. His whole
body tingled, and as he writhed against the huge tool, he touched his
clit and an explosion went off in his mind. He heard a scream, and
realized it was him. Through the waves of pleasure, he looked down at
himself and saw that he was smiling. Then he shut his eyes as another
wave washed over him, his whole body shaking.

He opened his eyes, to look up at Emma, who was smiling as she rolled
her hips, grinding herself against his crotch. He realized he was about
to lose his load and as he felt his balls contract and gush their sperm
into his slutty girlfriend's steamy pussy, he was blinded by another
flash. He let out a strangled scream as the heat of a thousand suns
washed over him. And then he lost consciousness.



Jess had waited patiently for Annie to get off work. He'd probably had
one beer too many, but he seemed to have an enormously larger capacity
to hold his alcohol. Annie sat down next to him at closing time,
dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that left nothing to the
imagination. She pulled a down jacket over it and was ready to go out
into the night. "Your place or mine?" she cooed.

Jess felt his boner rise again for the umpteenth time. "I, uh, have a
roommate."

Annie smiled. "I have a room at the Motel 6."

Jess felt a little frisson of danger run up his spine. Was this woman
some kind of ax murderer? He put it aside. "Motel 6 it is."

When they got to her room, it took only seconds for them to shed their
clothes and jump in the sack. Jess marveled at the athletic perfection
of Annie's body. She seemed built for sex, with large firm tits and a
narrow waist and a great ass. It felt so good to let his enormous prick
run free after being trapped in his jeans for what seemed like an
eternity.

Annie gasped as she saw the length and girth of Jess' cock as it rose up
from his six-pack abs. What a specimen he was, even better than the
Steve of her imagination.

She reflected for a split second on her last day. She was not really
sure how, but she was an aspect, a fragment of another person from long
ago. Glenda had returned to the nursing home, but Annie, her younger
alter ego, somehow roamed free. She was so alive that she fairly
crackled with electricity. It was the TV that had released her, an act
of fate that conjured up the sprite that was Annie. Was she real? Did
she really exist? Or would she somehow be snatched back into the
netherworld of an old woman's memory? As she felt her mouth closing
around the inviting warmth of Jess' (or was it Steve's?) rigid pole, she
pushed these things to the back of her mind for further review.

Jess pulled Annie away from his crotch and up to his face where he could
kiss her. It seemed that this was something that he'd waited for all
his life. He'd always loved women, even from a young age, even though
as a little girl it was considered icky. Being a good athlete in high
school just seemed to reinforce the rumors and whispers that had gone
on. Then, a 16-year-old Jess met Gina, and suddenly it was OK to make
love to another woman. She went from hating her life to loving it
overnight. She was free. They explored as only teenagers can do, and
she and Gina fell in complete puppy love. So it was crushing to Jess
when she saw Gina making out with another girl late their senior year,
and when they decided to go to school on opposite coasts, that was the
end of it. Jess had some relationships in college, but they were of the
physical variety, not spiritual. Sasha was a great fuck, but she
couldn't envision spending her life with her.

Suddenly now, though, the woman had become a man. Jess was still trying
to wrap his head around this. Was it real? Was it just a dream
instead, and he'd wake up shortly? It was the TV that had set these
events in motion. Did the TV have the power to change him back, and if
it did, did he even want to go back?

Jess felt his reverie broken by the sight of one of Annie's lush tits
dangling in front of his mouth. His dyke instincts kicked in and he
pleasured the breast as only he knew how. Annie's moans told him all he
needed to know. He moved to the other proffered breast as he inhaled
the scent of her excitement. He knew she had a dampness between her
legs, which he confirmed as he moved his hand down to her golden
triangle.

Annie gasped as he twirled his finger around her already-excited clit.
In turn, she reached around to clasp her hand around his throbbing
member, feeling his enormous erection ready to take her whenever she
chose. She rubbed its bulbous head against her wet pussy lips, brushing
his fingers with his slickened rod. Then he slowly, methodically fed it
inside her, feeling every lovely inch as she swallowed him inside her
humid hole. She reveled in the feeling of being filled by him as she
reached bottom. She felt as if she could have held that position, that
fullness, forever, she would be satisfied.

Jess loved how she sat down on his cock and took it all. he realized
that he was acting out the very first thing he'd seen on that TV in
Jason's apartment. Except this was here and now and real. His dick was
bathed in her hot steamy tightness, and he reached up to fondle those
magnificent globes of her breasts. She groaned and writhed against him,
letting his cock swish around her insides. He gave in to the primal
urge and began thrusting into her from below. Before long they'd
settled into a pleasurable rhythm, the bed squeaking as they propelled
themselves higher and higher. Annie's magnificent boobs were bouncing
in perfect formation as she threw herself harder and harder against the
fleshy dagger penetrating her. He held on for dear life as she screamed
out the first of many orgasms. And then he felt his dam burst; he
twitched inside her, dumping load after load of his scalding cum inside
her hot box. She trembled on top of him, and then, like a marionette
with her strings cut, collapsed in a pile on the bed next to him, eyes
closed. Fifteen minutes later, they were at it again, and kept it up
until their stamina gave out.

Annie's eyes flew open in the pre-dawn darkness. She was in the nursing
home, staring at the ceiling. She knew that she wasn't allowed any
visitors due to all the excitement during the week. She was heavily
medicated and confined to her bed. She felt so weak.

And she screamed.

Jess shook her awake. "Whoa, that was a bad dream, babe," he said.

Annie looked up at him in the dim light. His stubbly beard made him
even more sexy, but right now she needed to be held more than anything
else. She was terrified.



Jason shivered. He was laying on the floor of his apartment and it was
freezing. He tried to piece together what was going on. Emma was here,
and they'd had wild and crazy sex. And the TV was on. He'd remembered
the flashes, the heat. He shivered again. He felt different somehow,
out of sorts. Scratching his head, he realized he had to take a serious
pee. Eyes half-open, he got up off the floor slowly. Every muscle in
his body seemed to ache. It was still dark out, and he felt his way to
the bathroom, only flipping the light on when he had to find the toilet.
After a long whiz, he figured he'd flop back into bed. But what he saw
in the mirror stopped him dead in his tracks.

Looking back at him was still a person recognizable as Jason. But his
hair had gotten longer; it was over his ears and ran down his back a
bit. And he was definitely an inch or two shorter. However, the real
surprise was that he'd developed a little set of breasts, with two long
nipples dangling obscenely from the cute little mounds. He put a hand
to one of them and noticed how delicate his hands had become, right down
to the long manicured nails. Was he imagining this? He went from being
groggy to being wide awake, and remembered getting up in the middle of
the night and finding Emma. Emma and the TV, and the remote and the
crazy sex. He looked in his bedroom and everywhere else- Emma was gone.
And after a minute, he realized she'd taken one thing with her- the
remote.

Jason called her room, but there was no answer. It wasn't even 6 AM
yet, so he'd wait for a bit before confronting her. In the meantime, he
needed to freshen up. He hopped in the shower and the stinging spray
felt good. In fact it felt a little TOO good; he found himself playing
with his little boobs and the incredibly long nipples atop them. When
he twisted them gently, he could feel his cock jump in response. It
felt so good that he had to force himself to stop. He took forever to
wash all the extra hair he found himself with. And when he was one,
there, he found himself pouring a little conditioner on his cock and
masturbating with one hand as he tweaked an enormously sensitive nipple
with the other. Before long, he'd shot a load against the shower door.
Watching it drip down the clear glass, he was overcome by the urge to
scoop it up with his fingers and stick it in his mouth. It tasted
yummy. He shut off the shower and knelt down to lick the door clean of
his sperm. As he savored the taste, a voice in his head asked him what
the hell was he doing?

He awoke as if from a trance. What the hell WAS he doing? Shaken, he
dried himself off. But even then, the feel of the soft cotton towel
against his sensitive nips almost sent him over the edge again. His
whole body was vibrating with a sexuality he'd never experienced before.


He stood at his closet, knowing that nothing in there would fit him
right now. He felt somewhat helpless. Then he heard a key at the door
and in walked Emma, all bright smiles and carrying a couple of bags.

Jason leapt out from behind the door. "What the hell is going on?
What's happening to me?"

Emma seemed unperturbed as she started unpacking the big bags. "It's a
little hard to explain," she said.

"I'll bet." Jason tried to maintain his anger but he was shivering in
the cold and Emma seemed to ooze some kind of sexual power that he was
unable to resist.

"I took the TV remote with me because I didn't want you doing anything
stupid with it." She was toying with him a bit and enjoying herself.

"But look at me! I look like a 13-year-old girl"

"With a cock."

"Well, yes." He looked downcast.

"Remember when i said I wanted a fantasy lover? You thought I was
kidding. I wasn't. You're on your way. There are some very
interesting things about this TV of yours. There's a whole manual
written in Chinese. I don't know how, but I was able to read it. I
also know that this TV has a limited lifespan."

"That was in the manual?" He couldn't believe he was taking her
seriously.

"Well, not exactly. I just, um, know."

"Uh-huh".

"And there's a limited ability to, well, stretch the boundaries of what
we know and what we can do. I'm going to test that."

"How do you know all this?"

"Well, it's hard to explain. Let's just say that I was affected by the
TV in ways others aren't. I know more things. I seem to be on its
wavelength."

"Are you saying the TV is talking to you? He seemed incredulous.

Emma smiled. "Not in so many words. It's a feeling more than anything
else. I've been touched and have received a fantastic body. But it
seems you have a role to play as well."

He gulped. "What role is that, exactly?"

"Did you feel yourself 'shifting' last night?"

Jason's heart raced. He had indeed. "I thought I was just imagining
it."

"Well, you weren't. You seem to have the ability to 'shift', for want
of a better word. You were in another place last night. I saw you on
the screen."

"You mean I was IN the TV?"

"No, not 'in it', more like 'in the alternate reality displayed by the
TV'. You seem to be the only person who can go there, and I saw you do
it twice."

"I don't know whether to be excited or scared."

"Be both. But you have to do this. It's important. Don't ask me why,
I can't tell you. I just know that it is."

Jason was confused, but Emma pulled the remote out of the bag. "It's
time to go."



Annie sat up in bed. She had a moment of clarity where she saw
everything. She was in the here and now, but she was being gently
pulled back, back into....nothingness. A black hole. It was hard to
describe, but she had a feeling she knew what to do.

Jess tried to claw her back for another round, but she rebuffed him.

"We need to talk for a second."

This is when all the shit comes out, thought Jess. I'm married. I have
a boyfriend. Whatever. He propped himself up on an elbow and prepared
to listen.

Annie took a deep breath. "I don't expect you to believe this, but I'm
going to tell you anyway." That didn't sound good, Jess thought.

"There's this TV....." she began, and Jess perked up. Soon the whole
story spilled out, from Hong Kong in 1949 to the phasing out she felt
ten minutes ago. She was real, she was flesh and blood, but she was
being pulled away.

Jess listened quietly, without interrupting. He knew now that their
meeting was no accident. As he told his story of his journey from woman
to man, Annie looked at him wide-eyed. Everything fit together.

When they were both finished, Jess said, "I'll do whatever it takes to
save you. I think we need to hook up with my roommate, then go to the
apartment and see the TV. It's the focus of all of this."

Annie put her head on his shoulder. "My hero," she whispered.



Jason sat in front of the TV, watching as a muscular blond guy was
serviced by two beautiful women. On closer examination, one of those
women had balls and a cock, something with bothered the blond stud not a
bit. As they shifted about, the shemale with the gorgeous rack bent
over and took the stud's whole cock in her mouth as he lapped away at
the woman's cunt.

Jason felt Emma's hot tongue on his penis as this all developed on
screen and as she sucked his harder and more frantically, he closed his
eyes for a second. When he opened them, he was bent over the blond guy,
his diamond-hard erection down his throat. He was in! It was amazing!
His body felt like a temple to sex; he had large pert boobs that jiggled
as he popped up and down on the beautiful dick in front of him. He knew
now that he wanted this, could not deny it. Now he wanted him to come
for him. He licked the length of the shaft, nuzzled the massive balls,
and did everything he could to coax the sweet cream from this lovely
cock. He pulled up for a second, and pushed his big boobs together
surrounding the hot piece of meat, letting its slipperiness play peek-a-
boo with his rack. Every time it came through, he would reach down and
flick his tongue at it. I'm such a shameless slut, Jason thought, and I
love it. His little cock twitched at the thought.

The blond now got up, and Jason knew why. He pooched his cute girlish
ass up at the blond, begging him to fuck him. The hard cockhead
penetrated his little brown hole, and Jason gasped. His virgin behind
was being screwed, and he felt the initial pain give way to the erotic
feeling of fullness, of being skewered by a true hunk of manhood. He
almost didn't notice the Asian woman sliding underneath him, until she
pulled his own swinging dick into her mouth.

The blond guy had buried his bone to Jason's very depths, and he felt
the heat of a man inside him, bent over him, nibbling at his ear. His
own cock twitched as his invader began to pull out slightly, then thrust
all the way back in. Jason's vision began to blur as he started to
surrender himself completely. The blond grabbed him with strong arms
and held him steady as he rammed from behind with increasing fury.
Every thrust drove Jason's own prick down the warm throat of the woman
beneath him. The double stimulation was proving too much for his
overloaded mind. He floated on a cloud of unknown ecstasy, as if he
were just a tool to be used by others. His body was abuzz with
sensation.

And then, he felt a change building. The pace from behind slackened,
while the deep-throating of his dick increased in intensity. He could
sense his load building, and groaned. Behind him, the long slow thrusts
of the blond stud were building to their own climax.......


Annie and Jess arrived at the apartment. They both knew where to go.
The door was unlocked, and they stepped into Jason's living room. At
the far end, Emma was watching the TV, naked, her hand four fingers deep
in her pussy. On screen, a threesome was going at it. Annie
immediately recognized her own dragon tattoo on the woman laying under
the big-titted shemale. She also knew that if she was going to survive,
if she was not going to be pulled back into the blackness, she had to
destroy the TV. Should she do it now while she had the chance? Out of
the corner of her eye she saw an aluminum baseball bat. It would only
take a second.....

Jason felt his innards being turned upside down. His cock shuddered and
he blasted the Asian woman's tonsils with an out-of-control load. He
thought it would never stop. Meanwhile he felt the large manmeat inside
him seem to swell as he felt the blond's large balls slap against his
ass one more time as he heard the strangled cry of his orgasm in his
ear. Blast after blast of jizz pumped into the very core of his being
as Jason felt as if he'd just been launched into orbit. The walls
seemed to shake and light seemed to emanate from everywhere. It was
blinding, and Jason was still cumming as he shut his eyes as the light
bathed him, warmed him, swept him along like a small raft on a fast
river.......

Emma screamed her own orgasm as the TV flashed. Annie felt her nipples
tighten and her panties grew wet as she shivered involuntarily. Jess
felt the sticky load coating his briefs. The force of it pushed them
backward, and Annie felt something else. The woman with the tattoo, her
doppelganger, flew toward her and merged with her. Annie shivered again
as she enjoyed the orgasm of two women simultaneously. At that moment
she knew she was staying - the black hole dragging her back had closed.

Jason felt himself transported as if down a long bright tunnel. His
eyes were shut but the light washed over him, passed through him, and
then....he was back. He was staring at Emma, who smiled. Her fantasy
lover had arrived! She leaped up to kiss him, and their large boobs
pressed together as she writhed against him. Jacy's mind started
spinning and adjusting to the new reality. Turning to kiss Steve, she
ran her long manicured nails though his tousled blond hair before giving
his huge cock a playful squeeze. Steve returned the favor by giving her
little girly clitty-cock a tug. She was such a slut.

Ohh, their friends Annie and Jess were there, too, which was great since
they wanted to have a big party anyway, didn’t they?

"I'm really sorry about the TV, guys, it seems to be broken," Jacy
chirped. The set lay in the corner, its screen cracked and dark. "It
looks like we'll just have to spend the afternoon in the bedroom.
Clothing optional. I hope you don't mind."

Nobody did.