Stephen O’Connell parked his BMW in the dirt lot trying to avoid the largest of the puddles. He took off his tie and loosened his collar before getting out of the air conditioned car but hadn’t brought a change of clothes with him so he would still have to wear his expensive loafers and suit pants out to the field.

Stephen’s son Trevor was playing his first little league baseball game and it looked like it had just gotten started as he made his way across the park.

“Well, I see you made a lot of effort to get here on time”

“Yeah honey, my day was fine thanks for asking” he replied sarcastically to his wife Ellen.

Ellen rolled her eyes but made no effort to move from her seat on the bleachers “Your son started the game at second base”

“Has he made it up to bat yet?” Stephen asked.

“No, he should be coming up this inning” Ellen replied.

Stephen climbed up to the top row sitting near, but not next to, his wife. He looked over at her from the corner of his eye, barely mustering up any feelings for her beyond annoyance.

Stephen was a partner in the law firm of Berkman, Taylor and Jacobson while his wife was a corporate attorney for a firm that included clients among the largest retailers in the country. They had two children; their daughter Dakota was 16 and their son Trevor was 8.

Stephen knew exactly how old his son was because he hadn’t had sex with his wife since several months before he was born. He never realized until several months afterwards that they had stopped physically touching each other and Ellen had never brought it up. She seemed quite content staying away from him. They put on their public faces almost all of the time; in front of the kids as well as when they were out in situations like this.

Stephen glanced at his wife in her tan pants and black top; her legs tight in the fabric and the black doing its best to cover up her belly. She brushed a strand of her plain brown hair away from her forehead as she intently watched the game.

Watching 8 and 9 year olds try to pitch became painful as the walks mounted up and very few pitches were swung at and missed.

“Thank God there’s a 2 hour time limit” Stephen thought as he squirmed on the uncomfortable metal bleachers.

“Where’re you going?” Ellen asked in a snippy tone as he got up.

“To the concession stand to get a Coke; do you want something?” Stephen said stretching out his back.

“No” she replied. Ellen had struck up a conversation with one of the other Moms in the stands and barely even looked at him as he left.

With his Coke in hand, Stephen didn’t go back up to the bleachers; instead he made his way to the fence down the leftfield line to watch from there for a while. Leaning up against the fence he heard a loud woman’s voice coming from a few feet away.

He glanced over and had to blink a few times and stifle a smile. Sitting in a green folding chair, a woman was talking on her cell phone not paying attention to the game at the moment but she got Stephen’s attention.

He wouldn’t stare but he also couldn’t stop stealing glances at her as he plainly heard her conversation. Her hair was an unnatural shade of jet black. She wore heavy smoky eye makeup and bright lipstick but Stephen could tell that she was gorgeous without it.

A natural beauty, she wore a tight tank top and no bra, short shorts and sandals. Her left leg was crossed over her right at the knee and her left foot, topped off with bright red nail polish bounced as she talked.

Her legs looked a mile long; soft and smooth with nice curves and Stephen could only imagine how nice her ass was in that seat based on her legs and breasts.

Judging from her conversation, she was a hairdresser as she kept talking about a woman she had worked on earlier in the day. Finally she said “Oh, hang on a second, Joey’s up to bat”

“Come on Joey! Get a hit!” she screamed out while holding her phone to her chest.

Joey drew a four pitch walk which still got a cheer and a clap from her. She went back to talking but said “If he runs, I’ll have to put you down again”

“I think Joey might be better than his brother” she told whomever was on the other end of the line but the kid after Joey struck out so she went back to her conversation full time.

A sudden thought popped into Stephen’s head “God I’d love to fuck her”

He chuckled at himself playing it off but his eye turned and he caught her legs again in his peripheral vision. “Mmm…what I wouldn’t give to fuck her” popped back despite himself.

Despite his contemptable, loveless marriage, he knew he could never cheat and a divorce was out of the question for their kids. He had a reputation to uphold and no matter how much it sucked, it was his life. At least they had money to make things better; he could ignore his wife and have his own bedroom in their 5 bedroom house, barely seeing her once the kids went to bed.

He told everyone it was because he snored too loud not even carrying if people saw through the excuse.

She wrapped up her conversation and concentrated more on the game, at least for a few minutes.

While he stood there, a scrawny guy in stained coveralls came past him “Hey Ronnie” she called out to him.

He smiled and leaned down giving her a sloppy open mouthed kiss “Hey babe” he said in a slight drawl as his right hand came to rest on top of her knee “What’s goin on?”

“Seriously?!” Stephen thought “That scrawny little rat faced redneck gets to go home with her?!” He laughed to himself in his head “I get my stuck up fat assed but well educated bitch of a wife and this dude gets a hot chick…life is not fair. He has no idea how lucky he is”

Despite being in his early 40’s, Stephen was a very fit 6’2” and 200 pounds; he worked out daily.  He may have had a few gray hairs sneaking up along the sides but his clean shaven face displayed a rugged handsomeness that had been a part of his early success.

Joey was a shortstop when a ball was hit to him. He made a good stop and a perfect throw to first to throw out a baserunner and Ronnie went nuts “Way to go Joey…that’s what I’m talkin bout…that’s the way!”

Stephen stepped a bit closer “Is that your son? That was a nice play” he said to them.

“Yeah…kid can play some ball” Ronnie said back squinting up at Stephen.

“Thank You” the woman said with a slight giggle in the words. Her voice was nasally and high but still somehow pleasant.

Ronnie turned to her and ignoring Stephen asked “What’re we havin for dinner Nat?”

“I don’t know yet, I ain’t even been home yet” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Ronnie shook his head and turned back to the game “Dumb ass women, right man” he said to Stephen who just laughed politely and gave a vague “Yeah” to the awkward moment.

Stephen took a long drink and went back to the game “Guessing her name is Natalie then” he told himself “Doubt she has the same last name as her kid though”

With one last look over, Stephen went back to the bleachers while Ronnie went to the dugout to talk to his kid.

Ellen gave him a long, hard stare as he sat back down “Did you make some new friends?” she said in her usual sarcastic tone “I’m sure that was some intellectually stimulating conversation”

Stephen shook his head and rolled his eyes, letting out a long sigh, refusing to even answer her. He was happy though when Trevor was put out in left field; it gave him a reason to look that way.

As the game ended, Trevor ran up talking fast; not about is game, but about going to his friend Greyson’s house to play Minecraft.

Ellen said it was fine if it was okay with Greyson’s Mom. Since it was, Trevor took off. “Dakota’s not going to be home either so…” she trailed off as she was now left alone with her husband.

Stephen shrugged “Yeah, I’ll see you back at the house”

Ellen stood by her Lexus talking while Stephen went to his car. An old beat up pickup truck had pulled in next to him. He saw the toolboxes in the back, odd pieces of wood and coil and a few fast food wrappers.

A chair came flying in, crashing against the metal followed by a bat bag. Stephen jumped since he was engrossed in his phone while standing outside his car.

“Excuse me” he heard the nasally giggle again as he turned.

“Oh, yeah, sorry I’m in your way” Stephen backed out of the way to let the raven haired woman climb into the truck.

She smiled and left Stephen breathless. She had the exact amount of curve to drive him absolutely mad. Her braless breasts swayed along with her curvy hips. As she climbed in, her shorts rode up exposing most of her thigh and she flipped her hair out of her face, a natural pout to her full red lips.

Stephen nodded and smiled politely as Ronnie climbed in, gave him a scowl to accompany his nod and backed out.

“Damn” Stephen said sitting behind the wheel of his car “She is hot” he chuckled to himself as he drove off.

Stephen stopped and got dinner for himself taking his time before heading home. When he got there, he saw lights were still on in the front room “Shit…she’s still up”

Stephen came in through the side door from the garage which led into the kitchen. He passed through and went down the hall keeping the library on his right heading to the staircase trying to avoid his wife. With his right foot on the bottom step, he heard “Hey”

Stephen dropped his chin to his chest dramatically and sighed again. He turned and went into the front room where he found his wife. She was now in a pair of shorts and a basic white shell top, her bare legs and feet propped up in front of her with her laptop out on them “What were you doing tonight?” she asked.

“What? I went and got dinner after the…” Stephen started but was cut off.

“I’m not talking about your stupid dinner; I’m talking about you acting like a dog with your tongue hanging out with that little floozy at the game” Ellen shot back calmly in tone but with fire in her eyes.

“What?!” Stephen replied shocked “I don’t know what…”

“What? Uh…duh…” she mocked him “You couldn’t have been more obvious staring at that woman. Is that what you’re into these days? Is that what you like? You want to go take White Trash Momma out to dinner? Drinks? What do you think she’d like…PBR?” She shook her head “You’re so pathetic” she added, her words dripping with disdain.

Stephen tried to keep calm, he sighed and shook his head only to have her mimic his gesture.

Now fuming, his jaw tightened “Shut the fuck up you fucking bitch!”

Ellen’s jaw dropped.

“You are the awful one. So fucking judgmental all the fucking time. You are just an ice cold bitch you know that” he said in an angry tone.

Now Ellen’s eyebrows shot up “Oh No. You do NOT speak to me like that”

“Why not” Stephen laughed “It’s true. You’re the one who shut me off years ago. I’m obviously not allowed to touch you and haven’t been for years! You created this environment, this…this…whatever we are now”

Ellen’s mouth shut, her jaw locked firm “How dare you” she said icily. “You have no idea just how fucking clueless and insensitive you are. When I had Trevor I had a really hard time. I didn’t like how I felt or looked and you…You. Said. Nothing. Nothing to encourage me, nothing to support me so I thought you didn’t love me anymore and you weren’t attracted to me anymore obviously so…” she trailed off. Now she waved her hand and walked away “We’re done”

“No, we’re not done. You never once came to me…you never once allowed yourself any vulnerability with me so how was I ever supposed to know. Everything is such a secret with you; you have no emotions except anger and humiliation…and that’s only when it comes to me”

“You’d rather sleep with that slut from the ball game than me” Ellen now yelled at him. “Don’t lie to me…I could see it in your eyes plain as day”

“So now; after 8 years of nothing, you decide we’re going to fight about our sex life or lack thereof” Stephen replied.

”You are such a fucking jerk” Ellen said.

“Ok fine…you got me” Stephen said sarcastically “Yes, I wish you were her”

“Go to Hell” Ellen spat out.

“And I wish I was her scrawny little redneck husband too if that makes you happy” Stephen continued “Complete the whole picture for you…does that do it for you”

“No…does that do it for you. At least you’d look at me with something other than complete apathy” Ellen said.

“And you’d look at me with something other than hate and pity” Stephen replied.

 Ellen dropped her head and shook it slowly, her short brown hair barely moving. A single strand of hair began to grow, black as night.

Worse, a single I.Q. point vanished.

“Maybe this is for the best; airing it out like this” Ellen said as more hairs now popped out black, growing long and thick. “Wouldn’t want the charade to have to continue” she turned her back to Stephen and looked out the window.

“Maybe it is, maybe I should just come out and say it; I wish I found you attractive on any level” Stephen added coldly.

Ellen spun on her heel to face him and Stephen’s face registered surprise as his head jolted back. Ellen was wearing bright red lipstick. “I wish I did too” she spit out at him.

Stephen though was staring at her mouth “What the hell” he mumbled.

“What’s your problem? What are you looking at?” Ellen said.

Stephen was silent. Ellen stared right back; she blinked a few times rapidly and with each blink, more and more eye makeup appeared.

“What the fuck?” Stephen thought. His wife was now earing heavy smoky eye makeup and thick red lipstick. Something was wrong but he was paralyzed in thought and did nothing. Now he noticed the hair.

“You are seriously creeping me the fuck out” Ellen told him “What the fuck are you staring at? You know my face…you know what I look like so stop fucking staring at me”

An errant black hair now came down the front hanging clearly in Ellen’s line of sight. She reached up and tugged at it, quickly realizing that it was attached to her head as it pulled and gave a slight pain.

More and more of her hair was turning black and growing out long and wild. She felt wisps of hair now against the back of her neck and around her ears.

A look of confusion dawned on Ellen’s face. In addition to the hairs, she also felt weight on her earlobes but she knew she only wore small stud earrings and had for years, but the feeling reminded her of some days back in high school when she wore thick heavy hoops in her ears.

Her hand went up and while she had no idea of knowing it, but it would be the last second that made sense to her.

Her hand felt heavier, her fingers suddenly weighed down and she hit metal, hair and felt herself get poked in the side of the head. “Ow!” she exclaimed quickly followed by “…THE FUCK!”

Stephen looked over and saw Ellen holding her hand up and out, her mouth hung open in shock; her fingers had long fake nails on them.

They all sat several inches beyond the ends of her fingers and all were painted bright red.

Ellen’s senses went ultrasensitive. She could feel her eyes blinking, now aware she was wearing eye makeup; her hair continued to grow out adding weight to her head and neck “What the hell is happening to me Stephen?! What the…” she stopped; her eyes glazed over momentarily. More of her inherent intelligence flowed away in that moment of pause and she came back around slightly less bright and understanding.

“What the fuck!” she repeated.

Stephen looked down and noticed that her toenails were now also painted garish red just as he saw them start to move.

Ellen stomped out of the room desperate for a mirror. She felt earrings swaying by the sides of her face as she ran, the cold metal glancing off her cheeks. She felt hair sweeping around. She reached the mirror in the bathroom.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ellen screamed at the top of her lungs.

Stephen didn’t move. He stood frozen in the front room controlling his breathing and staring straight ahead. Finally, he looked downward running his thumb over his index fingers “What did I get into?” he thought “My fingers look greasy and there’s dirt under my nails”

“Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God” Ellen repeated “This is not happening to me…tears came to her eyes and began to make her mascara run but blinking them away took her breath away. By the time she was done blinking, her eyes looked different.

They were larger and a darker shade of brown, her lashes were definitely thicker and the whole shape of her eyes looked strange to her “This isn’t me…this isn’t my face!” she said in a rushed voice. Her hair continued growing and filling in thicker and thicker, jet black and a little wild.

Ellen yanked at her hair only to find it was definitely hers and fastened tight to her scalp. The fake nails were getting on her nerves and in her way as she contemplated her ears. “Those aren’t my ears!” she yelled at the mirror before adding a primal scream of rage.

She spun away from the mirror breathing hard. Her cheeks began to lift up and her nose was now also changing shape. Her lips were plumping up full and pouty as she stomped back to where her husband still stood “What are you going to do you jackass?! What’s happening to me?! You need to help me!”

Stephen looked at her, his eyes dull. Ellen was enraged but a thought came to her mind “You look like shit!” His hair was greasy, his face needed a shave and frankly, he stunk. A faint stink of sweat and body odor came off of him.

Ellen’s slight double chin was receding as she stood before him. It lifted up, her skin pulling taut but giving the lower portion of her face and entirely different shape.

With her hair now a full mane of jet black locks, her forehead lifted up pulling away all her lines and her eyebrows thickened, darkened and lengthened out to better frame her big brown eyes. Her cheeks were high and round, no longer sagging and her nose was symmetrical, small and pert above her full pouting lips.

Another wave passed over her making her eyes glass over again and taking even more of her intelligence away. The files on her computer would now be extraordinarily hard for her to understand.

Stephen ran his tongue out over his teeth slowly. The whole world had slowed down around him it seemed. His teeth were smaller, they were shrinking down in size and going crooked. His lips thinned as well as his entire mouth got smaller on his face. His nose grew longer and a hook came onto the end of it as his eyes began to narrow down, barely visible when he squinted.

His chin and jaw weakened as wispy hairs grew out on his upper lip and stubble dotted his sunken and sallow cheeks. His hair flattened and pulled in tight, oily and sweaty.

Stephen began to shrink as Ellen began to grow. Ellen’s shoulders lifted up and back as Stephen’s rolled forward and in. A wiry strength began to come over his muscles even as they shrank down from their more traditional size. His pecs diminished along with his shoulders and back as nearly 40 pounds began to come off his frame along with 6 inches of height. His hands strengthened though as they roughened up. Callouses, cuts and bruises ringed his previously soft hands. His arms still held power built up from years of manual labor and not lifting for looks.

Stephen’s stomach built up with muscle even as he turned skinny and wiry. Slim and lean with muscle and sinew in completely different places used in completely different ways.

As he shrank down, Ellen rose up taller growing from 5’4” to 5’8”

“Why isn’t this stopping?!” she cried out feeling her breasts begin to tingle beneath her shirt. “Oh God!” she added, her eyes glassing over once more.

This time, when she came back, Ellen giggled. “Why the fuck am I laughing about this?! Pull your ass together!” she yelled “Pull it together and make it stop!”

Ellen looked down as her breasts began to grow “Oh shit…why is my body changing, why is this happening?” she tried to think as her breasts rose up from their flatter, teardrop shape into large, round, and very firm globes the size of grapefruits. Her nipples tingled, then felt on fire as they increased sensitivity and size.

Her arms trimmed up as new abilities flowed down them and into her hands. Her mind filled with hair cutting techniques and designs for nails; colors and tints and highlights took the place of legal precedents and terminology and procedures.

Fear gripped her heart, her entire body went cold and pressure stung the back of her neck “No” was all she managed to say.

Her hands changed shape elongating under the fake nails she already wore. Her stomach flattened, no sign of fat remained there but she continued to stare straight ahead. She pulled in a long hitching breath; her large breasts rose up, lifting her shirt away from her flat and toned stomach.

As she exhaled, her hips flared out and her lower back arched enhancing her curves.

Ellen’s full lips parted and she closed her eyes for a moment.

Her big brown doe eyes opened with a flutter and she licked her lips. A smile began to form as her ass lifted and plumped up perfectly round. Her longer legs began to trim just enough to lose all of her cellulite while retaining a perfect curve in her thighs while her skin smoothed and tanned.

Stephen looked over, one thought in his mind “Damn, she is hot”

Flashes of light came accompanied by pains in his head, each one taking away more and more of the thoughts and intelligence that made him who he was and changing him into who he was becoming.

His hips narrowed and his ass flattened down and suddenly Stephen knew why he had such a hot wife.

Stephen’s dick inflated, widening as it grew long and thick and a self-satisfied smirk crossed his thin lips.

His clothes were baggy on his smaller frame; his shirt hung down showing off his neck and upper chest and his pants were pooling up on the ground at his feet  

Stephen’s legs shrank down shorter, taking his height down to 5’9”, his weight down to 160 pounds. His feet shrank inside his shoes, his eyes rolling back.

Ellen felt a burning between her legs, a deep throbbing fire of desire and need. She knew exactly what was between her husband’s legs and she wanted it deep inside of her.

Her skin shifted and opened up taking on a different shape, wet and trembling with want. Her eyes narrowed as she took in her husband standing nearby. Only an inch taller than her, she often wore heels that took her even taller, but she did it because she knew it turned him on.

Ellen’s calf muscles defined and lifted and her feet narrowed. They grew longer and her toes changed shape, her already painted nails shifting in tandem with her toes.

Ellen turned slowly to her side to face Stephen face on. The man before her didn’t resemble the man she had married but new urges and desires and thoughts were taking over fast. A small part of her brain clung to the last wisps of her life, her knowledge, her self but that part was overwhelmed and overworked and fighting a losing cause.

Stephen blinked and jumped, startled. He saw what he wanted right in front of him and his cock responded by rising up “Hey babe, what’re you doin just standing there?” he said in a mumbling voice.

Ellen blinked and looked into her husband’s eyes, she opened her mouth and licked her lips before saying “Just waitin for you” with a flirtatious dip of her eyes.

Stephen lifted his shirt off and quickly shed his loose pants while Ellen flipped off her top and popped her now extremely tight bra. Her body had changed enough to make her shorts ill-fitting with her hips and ass larger but her thighs smaller so it took some shimmying to get her shorts and panties to the ground. She lifted her right leg up onto the arm of a chair and pressed up against him “Fuck me baby” she purred.

“Yeah, I know how you like it” Stephen replied in a growl as his right hand squeezed her ass and brought her in closer and his left went into her hair and pressed her face to his.

“Give it to me” she begged as his tongue found hers and he slid inside her easily as they stood.

Meanwhile…

In a small house far on the other side of town, a place where the paint was peeling off and warped boards left small traps across the porch, Ronnie Harper cracked open another beer and flopped down on the broken down couch in the living room.

He flipped on the game and sat back. The house stank of grease as Natalie had made hamburgers on the stove and fries in an old deep fryer for dinner. “At least the kids are gone for the night” he said to himself as Natalie put water in the sink for the dishes to sit in.

She came in and curled up next to him “Whatcha watchin?” she asked innocently enough.

“Pirates are on” he replied.

Natalie shrugged and watched for a few minutes before getting bored. With a smile on her lips she ran her hand up Ronnie’s t-shirt and she began to rub his chest.

He ignored her at first but then a smile crossed his lips “What you want?” he asked smiling.

“You know exactly what I want” she responded, her other hand going for his crotch “Come on baby; kids are gone and we got the place to ourselves” she teased.

“Put the dog outside, you know I hate it when he watches me” Ronnie said to which Natalie just laughed. She got up and grabbed their dog by the collar, taking him to the backyard.

She kicked toys out of her way to get to the dog’s run but in the dimming light, failed to notice her toenail polish fading.

“Now where were we?” she asked coming back in and straddling Ronnie as he sat on the couch. She dove back in, their mouths coming together as she ran her hands up and down his chest and his came up under her tank top to massage her breasts.

A single hair from the top of her head lightened from black to brown and began to pull up shorter.

A single I.Q. point was added.

Natalie let out a low moan as she lifted her hips. Her toes curled, her nails were now plain.

In fact, her nails were no longer hers. They flattened out as they lost their coloring and her toes changed moments later, shortening up as her feet widened and shrank down a size.

More and more hairs lightened up and pulled up as well. Her thighs started to plump up, getting softer on the inside with cellulite beginning to pop out on the backs. In the state she was in, she couldn’t realize that she was beginning to shrink down 4 inches in height; she simply scooted up as she took off her shorts and panties, readjusting herself as Ronnie took his pants and boxers down to reveal his throbbing and erect penis.

Natalie slid down, inserting him into her glistening pussy. She bit her lip as she began to raise and lower herself on him, moaning out in pleasure.

Natalie’s calves shrank down and thickened; her thighs continued changing shape as she lost herself more and more in the moment of bliss.

Ronnie planted his feet, which began to grow several sizes larger while flat on the worn out carpet. His legs began to lengthen; more hair popped out across his calves as they stretched out. As his thighs grew longer, Natalie again readjusted feeling a small twinge in her lower back but dismissing it out of mind.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this…it’s been so long since he’s touched me like this…so many years” she thought before catching herself “Wait a minute; that’s not right…”

Natalie’s eyes rolled back as her back arched. More and more conflicting and complex thoughts began flowing through her mind. Snippets of strange things like a huge and loud office space, her own quieter private office with a large desk, her files, her clients.

The thought of clients set off contradicting sets of images in her mind from regulars that she had done their hair for years to large retail firms like Bass Pro Shops.

Natalie’s ass began to flatten out and grow larger. Cellulite appeared there as well and her hips shifted downward. She bit down of her lower lip, now devoid of lipstick as her ass grew large.

She threw her head back but her hair didn’t flip and flow like usual and her dangly hoop earrings no longer brushed her face as they had been replaced by simple diamond studs that could have paid 6 months’ rent on the house they were currently in.

Ronnie’s longer legs made him shift his weight and position seated on the couch. His hips and ass came out, giving him an ass for the first time ever. Instead of being flat, it came out as his waist did as well. Weight was coming onto his frame as thoughts were coming into his head as well.

Ronnie pictured the inside of a BMW, a large house with 5 bedrooms, a closet full of suits. He saw himself shaking hands with someone else in a suit, he saw a courtroom and he saw his wife.

A vision of a woman he once loved but now barely tolerated now reconnecting with him in a way they hadn’t done in years. He realized that he did indeed still love her, he had missed her, missed her touch and was glad they were doing exactly what they were doing at that moment.

His eyes had glassed over but now he opened them not quite recognizing the woman on top of him. She had a mixture of black and brown hair, some long, some short. She wore heavy eye makeup but no other makeup at all. He was lost in the moment, a prisoner of his body and unable to speak his confusion.

That was when he remembered the woman from the baseball game and rationalized that he was trying to picture her at the same time he was having sex with his wife. Ronnie smiled. He felt his wife’s hands run up and down his back, no nails dug in, just the soft ends of her fingers.

As Natalie’s body continued to change, she experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline as her vagina tightened. A burning rubbing along the sides flared up only to subside along with an odd understanding of being filled up, almost too much to a sensation of the penis inside of her shrinking down smaller.

Natalie and Ronnie’s eyes met, both of them blushed and laughed nervously, squirming to get more comfortable to continue.

Ronnie was lifting up, could feel his dick in contact before it slid back, shrinking down in length and girth. He now began thrusting harder to compensate as his eyes glassed over once again. His nails came clean, his hands soft and an underlying scent of expensive cologne now came off his skin.

The smell of the house bothered him, seemed unclean and dirty. He could smell cigarettes and could taste cheap beer in his mouth “What was I doing to myself?” he thought as he moved to kiss his wife.

Natalie’s flat stomach puffed out coming out soft around her thickening waistline. A few rolls appeared on her sides, her back softened and her breasts began to shrink down, relaxing and drooping, flattening out as gravity and aging took their toll. She could feel them swaying more than usual, slapping back and forth a bit against her chest.

“Where am I?” Natalie thought “Whose house is this?” she looked around from her perch on top of Ronnie at the small and dirty house; part of mind knew it was hers and part was repulsed by it. A panic began to build in her stomach driven by utter confusion and dismay. She looked down and watched fascinated as her husband’s chest expanded from narrow and wiry to boxy. His shoulders broadened stretching his dirty white t-shirt and she brought her hands from his back to on top of his shoulders.

“Where are my nails?!” raced through her mind “OH GOD!” She screamed out.

Ronnie took the exclamation as her enjoying herself but in fact, she was witnessing her hands changing shape before her eyes. Her plain nails caught her attention but it was when her fingers shrank down thicker and shorter that made her yell out. Her head dropped and she watched as her arms changed shape and color, texture and size “Oh God!” she repeated as she felt Ronnie come inside of her.

She felt his warmth and the seizing up of him inside of her and just as she felt it, her own body was wracked by the unmistakable spasms of her own orgasm. Her thighs locked and she tingled from head to toe, throwing her head back, she didn’t feel any hair against her back.

As Ronnie locked up, his hands grew larger, his nails trimmed down and his chin started shifting forward.

Natalie struggled to gain control of her body. She lifted herself off her husband, not caring at all about the substance running down the inside of her leg; she cared much more about what the inside of her leg looked like along with all the rest of her body.

She stood up and looked down before screaming; her hands coming up to her face posing like a horror movie scream queen “What the fuck?!” she yelled with her hands flying around her body, touching foreign feeling flesh. Bigger thighs were clenched, her belly fat was pinched and her flatter and smaller breasts were lifted up all the while her feet never stopped moving causing her to dance around in place.

Ronnie seemed to snap out of his malaise as well “The hell?!” he said struggling his way up now too. Usually only topping out an inch taller than his wife, he now towered 9 inches over her “What the hell honey?” he said.

Natalie’s eyes were wide, “What happened to our bodies?!” she yelled.

“I don’t know” Ronnie replied realizing that even his voice sounded different; it was deep and clear and resonant. He felt an odd sensation in his mouth as it grew larger and took his teeth out with them. His teeth slid around his gums, growing larger, straightening and whitening as his chin and jaw shifted forward. His nose broadened and his cheeks rose up. His eyes gleamed forth and his hair styled itself up.

He took stock of his body, his jaw hanging open on his traditionally handsome face as he took in his 6’2” 200 pound frame “Where did this come from? Everything on me is different?” he looked over in time to see Natalie’s face change.

Her hair had been pulling up into a short mousy brown colored bob; her ears pulled up and in as her cheeks drooped and filled out. Her lips thinned and her teeth shrank down inside her smaller mouth. Her chin and jaw pulled back and in as her eye makeup finally dispersed as her eyes narrowed and changed from dark brown to blue.

Natalie’s eyes glassed over and her hands went to her temples, pushing through her thin hair and moving the skin around in a circular motion.

Ronnie’s eyes too glassed over, he bent forward, eyes shut tight breathing with long inhales and exhales.

Back across town…

Stephen eased back against that wall as his wife pushed him back. “Fuck me baby…harder!” Ellen demanded “Yeah…Yeah…Yeah!” she was riding him up and down fast and rough but Stephen’s huge cock was more than capable to handling it as they stood. Her foot on the arm of the chair arched, her bright red toes dug down for traction.

Ellen threw her head back, her long black hair whipping around and striking her back as their mouths sloppily worked with the other. Stephen’s rough hands grabbed and squeezed his wife’s huge tits.

Suddenly, he stiffened and Ellen felt his warmth shoot into her which made her squeal and laugh out loud, her head back.

Ellen now shuddered, her own orgasm coming now running the length of her body making her sweat and her mouth water.

Stephen pulled out; Ellen smiled a satisfied smile as she felt warmth run down the inside of her thigh.

She stopped though as her eyes glassed over and her hands went to her temples. Reaching through her thick long hair, she began rubbing in circular patterns as Stephen’s eyes glassed over and he bent forward, breathing in and out in long patterns.

Ellen first noticed the smell of stale grease followed by cigarettes, wet dog and spilt beer before she even opened her eyes.

“Where am I?” she thought as she opened her eyes.

She stood nude in a dirty and cramped room. A baseball game played on a TV in front of her; the carpet was worn down to threads in some places and the coach she had her knees pressed up against was also threadbare.

“Ronnie wake your ass up!” she yelled at her husband “I mean…Stephen…”

Stephen came out of his slumbering state shaking his head and looking around “What the fuck is goin on?” he mumbled. “What the fuck is happenin to us?”

“I don’t know but we need to find out” Ellen replied. She looked down “Jesus…are these tits even real?” she shook her head “I can’t even see my damn feet with these things in my way”

“Where’re we at?” Stephen said stumbling forward. He tripped over a pair a muddy work boots in front of him “Is this our house?”

Ellen looked at him “Are you stupid or somethin’ course this ain’t our house”

Stephen looked around trying to comprehend their situation “Weren’t we…I mean, we’re lawyers…both of us”

“I know that stupid!” Ellen replied stomping her foot in anger “Can’t you let me think? I’m tryin to figure this out!”

The dog was scratching at the back door trying to get back in “SHUT UP ROXIE!” Stephen shouted at the dog, calling it by its name. The dog stopped but whined until Stephen went over and opened the door for her.

Roxie came in and spun around, her tail was down as she sniffed Stephen “What’s wrong with you ya stupid mutt”

The dog walked slowly to Ellen and sniffed her as well before retreating to the corner where she sat down and watched them.

Ellen saw a cell phone on the table; she grabbed it and started punching in a number but stopped “Shit, I can’t even think of what my own damn phone number is”

She bit her lip nervously “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be” she said looking around. She looked down at the phone in her hand “Who was I calling?”

Stephen shrugged.

Ellen took in her long red nails, turning her hand back and forth. She felt the substance on her inner thigh drying up and she ran her hand over it, rubbing the skin there vigorously as she leaned forward looking down at her body “Keep it together…keep it straight, don’t get distracted Nat” she chided herself.

Natalie opened her eyes smelling lavender. She blinked several times looking around the front room she was standing in “What?” she thought trying to gather her thoughts.

Her husband stood nearby staring at the wall and breathing steadily in and out until she shivered and broke out into a smile “Wow…what was that all about?”

Natalie furrowed her brow “What happened to us? I feel so different”

“Me too” Ronnie replied. He looked down at himself “What is up with our bodies?”

“Bodies? What’s up with this house?! Where are we…who are we and why am I thinking at a totally different level all of a sudden?”

She distractedly wiped at her inner leg not caring about the fact it felt softer to her “Ew” she declared grabbing a nearby box of tissues to wipe her hand and leg. She saw anti-bacterial lotion on the end table and used some.

A blinking laptop computer sat there and she picked it up and began reading.

“I understand this” she said. “It’s a legal decision and I know what it all means; the words the terminology…it’s all there”

Ronnie came over and began reading it as well “It’s Dickenson v Garner…landmark antitrust case”

The two exchanged a look of amazement.

Natalie’s heart was beating fast in her chest. She looked down at her dowdy figure cautiously probing the softness of her stomach and thighs before lifting up her saggy breasts.

Shaking her head, she ran her plain fingers through her short mousy brown hair. “I know I should be freaked out and afraid but, I’m really just confused”

Natalie grabbed up the clothes she found on the ground and quickly put them on while Ronnie did the same before together going out to explore the house they found themselves in.

“This place is huge…and very nice” Natalie said “These people; the ones we are now can obviously afford something like this”

“Check this out” Ronnie was looking out into the garage “Beemer and a Lexus…huge kitchen with stainless steel”

Natalie went through the formal dining room into the family room with the 70” TV mounted shaking her head. They headed upstairs and found two large bedrooms set up for kids and another for guests before finding the master that included a full jetted tub, separate shower, dual sinks and a walk in closet.

Natalie was checking out the clothes that now fit her body; all business suits and formal. Low heels and practical shoes lined the floor while even her casual wear seemed more expensive than anything she had previously worn.

As they wandered the halls, more and more of their new lives filtered in and more of their old lives filtered out.

Natalie came out of the closet to find her husband sitting on the bed “Hey Stephen” she called out.

He turned “Yeah” he responded causing both of them to pause.

Stephen and Ellen didn’t have far to venture throughout their house. They could see the kitchen and living room and walked naked down a hallway that contained their room, a bathroom and a room set up for 2 boys; their kids.

“This ain’t right” Ellen said “This ain’t the way it’s supposed to be Ronnie: Do somethin!”

“What you want me to do about it?” Stephen said throwing his hands out. He saw a pack of cigarettes on top of the dresser in their room. He grabbed one out and lit it up taking a long drag off it while Ellen stood by with her mouth hanging open.

“Ain’t you gonna have one?” he asked her.

“No…I don’t…smoke” Ellen paused “Hell, give me one” she took one out and lit up too. As she exhaled, she giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Stephen asked.

“Oh…just looks like somebody’s ready for round two” Ellen said looking down.

“That’s the first good idea you’ve had all night” Stephen replied feeling himself go erect.

Ellen giggled again and playfully reached for him before bending down to give it a kiss, then a longer kiss, then a full deep throated kiss.

Ellen was getting down on her knees, blowing her husband as he stood in the doorway.

“Only thing that would make this better is if I had a beer too” Stephen thought craving the taste “I could use the top of her head to hold the can”

As Ellen’s mouth worked, her mind slowed, the doubts and worries that something was wrong faded. She was happy and horny and so was her husband “So how can anything be wrong?” she thought.

Across town, Natalie and Ronnie sat back on their bed “So what do we do now?” Ronnie asked.

“I don’t even know” Natalie laughed

“Do you want to go again?” Ronnie asked.

Natalie playfully slapped his chest “Look at you; you must have been saving up through our little drought”

“Let’s just forget about the past” Ronnie said.

“I agree” Natalie replied. “Here’s to us and our new start”

Ronnie smiled as he moved over and kissed her gently on the lips “I love you Ellen” he told her.

“And I love you too Stephen” she replied.

A few hours later…

“The fuck your phone goin off for?” Ronnie said slapping at his wife’s ass.

“’Lo…who’s this?” Natalie said grabbing the buzzing phone from the floor next to her bed.

“I’m looking for Ellen O’Connell? Can I speak to Ellen?” the voice on the other side asked.

“I don’t know anyone named Ellen; you’ve got the wrong number”

“Oh. I’m so sorry” came the reply.

“Yeah, why don’t you forget this number so you don’t bother us again” Natalie snapped back with no memory of her old life or name.

“Don’t worry, I will” Ellen said on the other end “Goodbye”