The New Joe

Joe was still unsure whether or not he believed Kelli's story, that she was a friend of Jon and Nicole, but he had stopped caring three orgasms ago. It didn't matter where she had come from. In fact, Joe didn't even care who she said she was at all. Deep down, Joe knew exactly who Kelli was.

At first she had been a lover. Kelli had quickly dropped to her knees and taken Joe's cock into her mouth. It was magical. No other sexual experience in Joe's life had come close to comparing the feeling he felt in that moment. Then, once she'd swallowed his load, she did it again. And again. Where the stamina that Joe was experiencing was coming from was beyond him, but again, he couldn't make himself care.

Kelli had climbed to her feet. Even in her heels she was a head smaller than Joe, a beautiful woman, a gift from heaven. Not a thought of his wife entered his mind. Only Kelli. Her touch made him dizzy, as if she was rewiring his brain, remaking him into something so much more.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom that he had shared with his wife for so many years. Gently he placed her on the mattress and admired her body. The apron that she had been wearing was hanging askew, revealing a thin waist, large breasts, and a small penis between her legs. He...

Wait...

Penis?

Was Kelli...

Kelli reached up and took Joe by the hand. This beautiful creature, this incredible creation, the image of perfection, was touching him. He felt it. A seed planting itself deep within his stomach. Something greater than desire. Purpose.

Joe pulled the remainder of his clothing off and climbed down onto the bed, straddling Kelli. Kelli was so much more than a woman, so much more than a man. He could see it now. Kelli was an ideal, something to strive for, something to hold in his heart with great hope. Joe wanted Kelli. Joe wanted to be Kelli. He could no longer tell the difference.

And so they embraced, two lovers entangled in the web of the other's desires. So lost in the experience was Joe that he failed to notice the changes his body began to experience. His waist began to thin. His hair lengthened. His chest began to grow. Had he been aware, he wouldn't have cared. He was becoming so much more than what he had been. Joe was becoming a man, what a man should be, the kind of man that Kelli would want him to be.

"Baby!" he cried in a sweet, nasal voice, "Don't stop!"

The pair were each wrapping their dainty hands around their lover's tiny erect penises, coaxing out tiny spurts of cum every few minutes, pausing to lick their fingers each time they did.

Finally, exhausted, the pair collapsed onto the bed, smooth, hairless legs woven together, their large chests emphasizing each pant of breath.

"That was wonderful," Joe squeaked, "Give me a little bit and I'll be ready to go again."

"Not tonight, honey," Kelli said, equally tired, "We need to rest, and then I've got other doors to knock on. You do too. Can't you think of anyone you'd like to visit later? There's some cute outfits in the other room to pick out. Maybe you could make someone really happy!"

"Well..." Joe said, a little disappointed that he'd be losing Kelli, but something about what she said sounded right, "My neighbour Charlie has been a little down since Doris passed away. Maybe I could think of something to put a smile on his face."

"That's the spirit!" Kelli said with a grin. Joe loved to look at her, his Kelli, who had taught him so much, given him so much. If she wanted him to help out Charlie, then he was glad to. Besides, ever since the idea of visiting his octogenarian neighbour had entered his mind, Joe had begun to get a second wind. Maybe there was something to this! The night was still young, after all, and if he had the energy, why not spread it around?