Complementary Gifts 2

In the morning, Leon woke and rolled toward her wife to give her a kiss.  The weight on her chest made her sit up abruptly in bed, waking Jean.  Leon flicked the light on and stared down at her chest.  “Holy crap!  It wasn’t a dream?”

Jean giggled.  “Nope.”

Leon started hyperventilating, and pulled the cats-eye ring off her finger.  In moments, he was male again, and patting down his body to make sure all the parts were in the right places.  Jean kept giggling the entire time.

Leon gravely handed his wife the ring once her giggles had died down.  Jean accepted it as gravely, though with a twinkle in her eye.  Leon stared at it lying in her palm, and a soft sigh escaped his lips.

“Missing that sexy body already?” asked Jean ever so sweetly.

Leon stared down at his hairy chest.  “Now that I know I can change back?  A little.”

“Just a little?” teased Jean, placing the ring against his fingertip.

Leon pushed his hand against Jean’s, settling the ring on his finger.  “More than a little.  That was incredible, everything you did last night.”

Jean put her hands up to her collar, feeling for the buckle.

“Wait,” said Leon, and she stopped.  “You... you had no say last night.  I told you to do that, and the collar...”

Jean’s eyes sparkled.  “I would have done all that and more, gladly, collar or not.  Besides, it’s not like you didn’t give as good as you got.  Let me turn you into her again.”

“No.  I...  I can’t wear the collar, not after what you did.”

Jean’s hands fell from the collar once more.  “Still?” she asked, incredulously.  “I would have thought last night’s performance would have helped change your mind.  That was literally the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Leon shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself, one hand teasing at a breast that was no longer there.  “God, it was incredible.  I want to be her again so bad...”  Leon squeaked in surprise then started to moan as his hands found sensitive breasts under them.  A moment later they were gone again, and he sighed in disappointment once more.

“Aww.  That’s what it was like for me, too.  I could make a couple of changes, but they wouldn’t stick.”

Leon tried again, breasts forming, chest smoothing out hairlessly.  His brow wrinkled in concentration as the changes spread further, slimming down his arms to feminine delicacy, his hand following a moment later.  But when the change hit his groin, he groaned in pleasure and lost focus.  Leon’s male body returned, lying panting on the bed.

“You can do it!” cheered Jean.  “Be my sexy, sexy wife.”

The change radiated out faster that time, and in seconds a fully female Leon was lying before his wife, staring up at her with stunned eyes.  “That was... easy.  Why did it become easy?”

“Screw asking questions,” husked Jean.

Leon giggled like a girl.  “And screw you instead?  Don’t mind if I do.”  She pounced, eagerly.

Later, after the initial frenzy had worn off and they were languorously exploring each other’s bodies, Jean idly wished that Leon had his cock back.  Under her wondering fingers, a slim shaft grew.  Leon grinned down at her.  “Ask and ye shall receive.”

“Mmm.  Make it bigger.  Oooh, yeah.  I wish you could stay like this.”

Leon rolled his wife to her back, and made good use of her new equipment.  “I wish you could...”  But her words were lost in the bliss of the moment, and soon neither was able to speak.

By the time they made it out of the bed and showered, it was time for lunch.  Leon had returned to his normal self in the shower, as washing her long feminine hair proved annoying.  When he finally made it to the kitchen, Jean was already cooking up a storm.  Leon lounged in the doorway, admiring the sight.

“You look happy there, barefoot in the kitchen.”

Jean giggled, and put a hand up to her collar.  “Yeah.  I love cooking.”

Leon blinked.  “What?  Since when?  We always fought over whose turn it was to cook.”

Jean gave the collar a little tug.  “That’s why I love your gift.  It stops my rebellious side from fucking things up.  Mom taught me to cook, and... it’s relaxing, and domestic.  I like that.”

“Tell me why you rebelled against it, then.”

Jean looked down at the eggs, gave them an unneeded poke with the spatula.  “I got told all through university that this was all about patriarchy and power.  That wanting to do this was brainwashing, culturally imposed whatever.  I just like cooking.  Is that so bad?”

Leon smiled, and closed the distance between them to give her a hug.  “It’s wonderful.  You look happy.”

“I am happy.”  Jean put their brunch on plates, then they sat together at the counter to eat.

After they were done, Leon joked, “So you’d be happy being barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?”

Jean smiled at him and nodded.  “So much so you wouldn’t believe it.  As long as the floor is warm, anyway.”

Jean purred when Leon slipped the cats-eye ring onto her finger.  “Show me,” he said.  “Grow a big belly, so you look pregnant.”

“Leon!  Oooh...”  Jean’s expanding stomach pushed her robe open, and she scrambled to hold her robe closed.

Leon went around and methodically drew the blinds, then tugged Jean’s robe open again.  “Don’t cover up.  You look... radiant.”

Jean’s robe slipped from her body and she started to glow, a warm golden light shimmering around her, clothing her in light.

“My God,” breathed Leon.  “You’re angelic.”  

Wings flared from Jean’s back, and the glow intensified, dazzling Leon.  He fell to his knees and bowed his head against his radiant wife’s belly.  She rested her hands on his brow, and in a voice like ringing bells said, “OK, that’s enough.  I can’t see like this.”

Leon laughed and the moment was broken.  “OK.  Turn yourself back to normal.  Blinding light doesn’t really work for me either.”

A normal looking Jean helped Leon to stand.  “Do you really think I’ll be beautiful when I’m pregnant?”

“Without a doubt.”  Leon frowned and really looked at his wife, studying her expression.  “Was that something you were worried about?”

“Yeah!  I didn’t want to get all fat and ugly.”

Leon laughed, and hugged her tight.  “Oh, sweetie.  Trust me, I’ll love you whatever shape you are.  Grow fat like a hippo and I’d still... oh... um, oops?”

Jean was swelling out of the hug, not just her belly this time but all over.  Her face was pressing out into a muzzle, and her hands were becoming thick-toed feet, one with an embedded cats-eye ring.  “Why?” she asked, before her face became entirely inhuman.  Her next utterance was a bewildered bellow as she thudded to all fours.  The force of the impact made the glasses in the cabinets ring.

“Sorry, sorry!  I didn’t mean an actual hippo.  Make yourself more human.”

Jean sat heavily on her rump, then lifted up her changing forelegs.  They were still thick and stumpy, but at least had broad human hands on them.  The fingers were tipped with heavy horny protrusions instead of fingertips.  She worked her jaw as her muzzle retreated partway.  “Ugh.  I feel so... heavy.  Does this look do something for you?”  Jean looked up at her husband, and her eyes widened.  “Oh my God.  You’re not serious.”

“I...  It’s not just big butts I like.  You look incredible like this.”

“I’m not even human!”

“You weren’t a human when you were a lovedoll, either, but you liked that.  How is this different?”

“Because I’m ugly!” cried Jean, huge tears trickling down her grey cheeks.

Leon crouched in front of her and wrapped her in a hug as best he could.  She was so immense that it his hands only barely touched around the barrel of her torso.  When she shook him off, he discovered that much of that mass was muscle.  Her simple gesture sent him tumbling across the kitchen to fetch up by the door.

As Leon shook his head to clear it, he saw Jean charging toward him.  He threw his hands up defensively and cried out, “Stop!”

Jean froze in place, wobbling slightly before losing her balance and crashing to the floor.

“Crap.”  Leon scrambled over to her, and hugged her again.  “Change back, change back and you can move.”

They cuddled together on the floor, both apologizing profusely.  Once they’d both calmed down, Leon started to chuckle.

“What?”

“Well, I was afraid that the collar was making you do things you didn’t really want to.  But the way you acted... you hated being that.”

“Of course.  When you were paralyzed you hated it too, even though I ordered you not to.”

“Huh.  So if I said, ‘take out the trash’...”

Jean immediately got up and went to the kitchen sink.  She tugged the bag out of the can and started tying it off, her nose wrinkled in distaste.

“You like this job,” insisted Leon, but Jean’s expression didn’t change as she marched toward the door.  Just before she could open the door, he said, “Stop, you don’t have to do that.”

Jean sighed with relief.  “Thanks.  I would have gone out there nude.”

“Why were you doing it, then?” Leon asked as he took the bag from his wife and set it by the door.

“Because I couldn’t even consider not doing what you said.”

“Huh.  So it only controls actions?” mused Leon.  “Not opinions or personality?”

Jean shrugged.  “I guess.”

“I look like a lizard to you.”

Jean giggled.  “No you don’t.  But you can have the ring and collar if you think you’d like the look.”

Leon glowered at the reminder of what Jean had done to him with the collar and ring.  “I still owe you for before.”

Jean nodded, and held her arms wide.  “Hit me with your best shot.”

“You’re a statue.”

Jean smiled as she felt her body change, and when her movements stopped she was posed as gracefully as any grecian marble

Leon walked around his transformed wife, trying to admire the polished beauty on display.  His hands clenched by his side, and his gaze was drawn always to the collar and ring.  When his hands started uncontrollably shaking he barked out, “Change back!”

For an awful moment, nothing happened.  Leon worried that he’d have to pry the ring off Jean’s finger, risking breaking both.  Then the pale stone of her hand was replaced with the healthy pink of flesh, and it rapidly spread across Jean’s body.

Leon’s sigh of relief was interrupted by Jean’s giddy laugh.  “That was great!  Why’d you change me back so... honey?  What’s wrong?”

“You were stone!  That’s terrifying!”

Jean snuggled up against her hyperventilating husband and shushed him with a kiss and a hug.  “Not to me, it isn’t.  It felt... well, cold.  And stiff.”

“Sounds like loads of fun,” snarked Leon.

“I was stuck, better even than the doll.  I loved it!”

“Argh!  That wasn’t the idea.  It was supposed to be revenge for what you did!”

Jean started to giggle.

“It’s not funny!” fumed Leon.

“But you turned me into something I wanted to be.  Come on, it’s a little funny.”

“Something you don’t want to be?”  Leon cast his gaze around the kitchen, then started to smile, a wide, wicked grin.

Jean gulped.  “Uh...”  She reached for the collar.

“No.  You can’t take the collar off.  And make the ring part of you, so it can’t come off either.”

Jean stared at the cats-eye gem as it embedded itself in the back of her hand.  “Sweetie...  I’m...”

“Shush.  Your skin is darkening, turning shiny.”

The changes rippled across Jean’s body.  She watched in silence, but was grinning at the sexy new look.  She posed to show it off.

Leon shook his head.  “Your arms are pulling into your body, slowly vanishing.”

Jean looked from them to him, eyes wide.  Her confused look almost made Leon laugh.  He continued.  “Your legs are doing the same thing.”

Before long, Jean was wobbling on the floor, limbless.

“Bigger.  Your body is growing round and lumpy.”

Now she started to look worried.

“It’s filling with stuff.  Lumpy stuff.  Garbage.  Trash.  Filth.”

Jean started shaking her head, but couldn’t stop the changes, the lumpiness of her vinyl body becoming more and more pronounced.

“Your mouth has a drawstring, and your head is merging into the rest.  You’re a trash bag, nothing more.  And you’re going out with the trash.”

Leon picked up what was left of his wife, gave the drawstring  a tug to close it tight, and carried it to the door.  There he grabbed the other bag, and hauled both out to their unit’s garbage bin.  Two heaves later, he banged the lid closed on them, and walked away.

* * *  [So tempted to chapter break here...]

Jean was puking her guts out over the toilet.  Leon crouched beside her, holding her hair so it wouldn’t get messed up.  When she finally was done, she spat a few times and sat back.  “Man. You got me good with that one.  Did it feel good?”

Leon laughed softly.  “Honestly?  Yeah.  Throwing you in the bin was cathartic.  Is that bad?”

Jean shook her head, then staggered to her feet and grabbed the bottle of mouthwash from beside the sink.  She swigged a huge mouthful and gargled with it for a minute.  “Gah.  I can almost forget the taste of it.  Gotta have a shower, then maybe I’ll feel human.”

“Oh, like human’s what you want to feel.”

Jean grinned as she ditched her robe and stepped into the shower.  “You figured it out!  Hell, half of the reason I immobilized you in the first place was to get you to use it on me.”

“You... fuck, you wanted to be trash?”

“Oh hell no.  Having all that crap inside me was disgusting!  What I wanted was for you to stop fretting about what I want and just go for it.”

Leon’s brows furrowed as he considered that.  “Just the crap inside you?”

“Yeah, the first part was promising.”

“Your skin is turning into black plastic.  You’re becoming hollow.”

The sound of the shower turned into a steady drumming as Jean’s body hollowed out.  “Oooh, yeah.  Don’t stop there.”

“Your arms and legs are slowly, ever so slowly going away.  And as they do, your boobs and bum are blowing up bigger and bigger.”

Leon reached in and turned the shower off.  As his wife slowly changed, he helped dry her off... then dragged her off to the bedroom and made good use of her.  After he’d had his fun, he told her to become a giant beach ball, and bounced her around the room.

“Change back.”

“Um... I’m not wearing the collar any more,” said Jean’s face from the side of the beach ball.

“Crap.  Did you see where it went?”

“I was having too much fun.  Probably on the bed somewhere?  I can’t exactly help look like this.”

Leon laughed nervously.  “I’d guess not.  I really hope you’re not stuck like this.”

Jean wiggled and bounced.  “Eh, could be worse.  Wait, I still have a pussy, right?”

“Yes, dear.”

Jean giggled.  “All good, then.”

“Man, you are something else.”

“Yep!  I’mma beach ball!  Whee!”

After five minutes of frantic searching, Leon finally found the collar where it had slid behind the mattress.  He held it up triumphantly, to loud boos from Jean.  “I can leave you like that for longer if you like.”

“Yes please.”

Leon sat on the edge of the bed, turning the collar in his hands, fidgeting with it as he considered what it was and what it could do.

A soft vinyl form nudged against his legs.   “You’ve gone awfully quiet.  Penny for your thoughts?”

“I hate being controlled by my fears.”  Leon pressed the collar against Jean’s face.  “Change back.”

Jean pouted. “Do I have to?”

“Please.  I need to...”

Jean’s eyes sparkled as she saw Leon’s intention. “Oh!  That’s different then.”  She wiggled in place.  “Um...  Can we try that again?  Maybe if you squish me through the collar...”

After squeaky struggling, they managed to get enough of Jean through the collar that Leon could start her change.  Her rotund form shrank and became solid.  Arms and legs formed, and Jean waved them about comically until they acquired hands and feet.  Leon hugged her tight when the change was complete.  “You’re more cuddly like this.”

“Aww, thanks.  But that doesn’t get you out of making use of our new gifts.”

Leon nodded sharply.  “Right.  Put them on me.”

Jean complied promptly, grinning as she slipped the collar around her husband’s neck.  “You trust me?”

“Not as much as I’d like,” he admitted grudgingly.

Jean licked her lips and nodded.  “I see.”  She held the ring up, offering it to him but not forcing the issue with an order.  Leon took it, and slowly slipped it over his finger.

“Very good.  Pet.  I think we could use some fresh air.  While I get changed, you change too.  Into a pretty dog.  Female.”

Long before Jean was ready, a snow-white poodle with poofy fur was waiting for her, watching patiently as she dressed.  Jean petted the poodle’s head once she was ready.  “Good girl.”

Leon woofed happily, and trotted behind Jean to the door.  Jean opened it wide, letting in the crisp cold air of late autumn.  “On the other hand... it’s fucking cold out, and I don’t have a leash for you.  Let’s stay home and cuddle instead.”

Jean closed the door, and headed to the kitchen to make tea.  Once she had a steaming mug and a packet of cookies, she settled in front of the TV, then contemplated the poodle that was still following her around eagerly.  “I think I’d prefer a different sort of company.  Make yourself feline.”

Leon purred as her body reshaped, growing larger and spreading out across Jean’s lap as a sprawling, contented cougar.  Jean laughed, and petted the golden fur.  “Mmm.  Who’s a big kitty?  You are.”

Leon’s weight was somewhat daunting, but he was lovely and warm.  He was also very affectionate, bunting his head against Jean’s side for skritches and purring up a storm.  It made TV watching difficult, but Jean wasn’t in the mood to watch anything demanding anyway.

Jean spent more time skritching Leon than watching the screen, letting the intensity of his rumbly purrs guide her hands.  What started out as playful rubs behind his ears ended up as broad strokes over his belly, with Leon lying on his back, paws in the air like a kitten.  It was cute, until her hands drifted lower and his shaft peeked out from its sheath.

“Fuck me, but you’re a big kitty...”  Whatever else Jean was going to say was interrupted by the tearing of her dress from collar to hem by the claws of a salad plate sized paw.  Clawtips dragged against her skin, prickling in a way that made her squeal, but never quite drawing blood.

“Leon!” she exclaimed, “what was that fo...”  

Leon’s head dipped to her chest and nosed the shredded dress open.  His broad tongue found a breast and there were no further questions, only moans.  Jean became very, very glad that her big kitty wasn’t biologically accurate.

Jean’s stamina flagged before the cougar’s, and she begged him to stop.  Once she had her breath back, she gave her pet a big hug, and nuzzled into the fur at his neck.  “OK, now I see the attraction.”

After a pleasant doze together on the couch, Jean nudged the cougar off of her and sat up.  “I think it's time for a change, kittyboy.”  Leon perked his ears toward her.  “Be a kittygirl instead.”

Leon’s body shifted and shrank, fur smoothing away to human skin, everywhere except for the ears, paws, and tail.  Leon’s forepaws covered his bare breasts, and as she flexed them they thinned out, digits stretching out into fingers tipped with smaller but still wickedly sharp claws.

She smiled with her cute demi-muzzle, and leaned in to kiss Jean where she sat.  “Much better.  I like being able to speak.”

“This is your idea of a kittygirl?”

Leon shrugged.  “I used to watch a lot of anime.”

Jean stood up, and suddenly realized that the tips of Leon’s triangular ears barely cleared her shoulders.  “Oooh.  You’re cute like this.  Hmm.  What’s your name...”

“Leon, mistress,” the kittygirl answered, looking puzzled.

“Oh no.  Forget Leon.”

The kittygirl wobbled against Jean, who supported her slight weight.  She shook herself, and straightened.  “Sorry, mistress.  I was... what was I...  Who am I?”  Her slitted golden eyes went wide with confusion and fear.

“You are Leona, my maid.”

Leona smiled, and curtsied before her mistress.  As she rose from the curtsy, Jean was startled to see that she was now wearing a stereotypical and very short maid’s uniform.  “Is that... latex?”

“Yes mistress.  The better to keep from getting dirty while I clean.”

Jean giggled.  “Right.  Huh, I guess you’re still in there somewhere, to come up with that look.”

“Mistress?”

“Come along.  I’m going to prepare dinner, and you’re going to clean up after me.”

* * *

As they ate, Jean quizzed Leona on what she remembered.  The answer was very little indeed.  She had no idea where she’d come from, or even how she’d ended up in Jean’s house.  She blushed furiously when asked the first thing she remembered, which made Jean laugh.

After dinner was done and Leona had cleaned up every last plate and utensil, Jean ordered the petite kittygirl to stand before her.  “You’ve done wonderfully well tonight, Leona.  I would like to keep you on.”

“Thank you mistress!  I’ll do my best.”  Leona curtsied, and kept her head bowed.

“Look at me, Leona.”  Jean put her hand to the back of the girl’s neck, and undid the buckle there.  The expressions that crossed the kittygirl’s face made Jean grin.  Bewilderment first, then surprise and wonder.  Finally, unexpectedly, gratitude.

“That was incredible,” gushed Leon.  “I had no idea who I was.”

Jean chuckled softly, and pulled her still-petite husband into a hug.  “Maybe not.  But that getup is pure you.  And all your nervous twitches lived on, as well.  You were Leon underneath it all, you just couldn’t remember why.”

“Can... can you keep calling me Leona like this?  I liked it.”

“Of course.  Does that mean I get to keep my pretty kittygirl maid?”

Leona smiled shyly.  “Some of the time, anyway.”

Jean scooped up her kittygirl and swung her around.  “Yay!”

Leona was giggling up a storm when Jean set her down again.  “Again!  Again!  It’s so cool that you’re the big, strong one now.”

Jean laughed.  “Most guys would find that intimidating.”

“Do I look like a guy to you?”  Leona asked saucily.

“Nope.  But you do look sexy as hell.  C’mon.”  Jean scooped Leona up again, and carried her giggling to the bedroom.

Much later they drifted toward sleep, snuggled together in bed.  Leona was tucked safe in Jean’s arms.  She sighed with contentment.  “I could get used to this.”