Chapter 23 by Ggnt

Continued in Final Epilogue

Epilogue Part 3

Nearly 1 month after the end of Charlotte's BOB episode...

Christine stared down at Jack's, or rather her own, limp dick. She slapped it, "Come on, get up!" She yelled at it. Unfortunately it wouldn't budge. It was easy for a woman to fuck 127 times in a month, provided she had sufficient partners, but it was a different story for a man. She might have had her fully faculties with her when she'd made the deal with the producers, but unfortunately for her it was her first time with a dick. She knew all about refractory periods and she could remember her time as Chrissi, always being disappointed that her men couldn't keep going, but she'd assumed Jack was so horny that it wouldn't be a problem.

Well, she'd been wrong.

At first she'd managed to fuck Jack, in her own body, more than 4 times per day as required to meet her goal, but lately Jack's body had been letting her down. She was no longer enjoying it and between her mood and the physical limitations of Jack's body she was struggling just to fuck him more than once per day. At this rate, she was going to fail.

Of course failing wouldn't be the worst thing. The worst thing would be going back to being Chrissi 24/7, to be trapped in that bimbo body begging for sex from any and everyone. Chrissi always presented as happy to the world, but that's only because she was too dumb to present any other way. Truthfully Chrissi wasn't satisfied with her life, couldn't be satisfied. But still, Christine wasn't exactly enjoying this life either. The stress of fucking her old body multiple times a day was one thing, but she wasn't enjoying being Jack at all. It had been a long time since she'd had to be a responsible adult and it fucking sucked. And if she failed this challenge she'd not only have to deal with the mortgage, taxes, and other bills, but she'd have to take over and start hosting BOB, treating other women to the same humiliation she'd felt before.

"Stop." She told Jack, "Just go fuck yourself."

Christine left the bimbo in the bedroom and went to take a shower. Afterwards she dressed in a suit and headed out to the BOB studio. She didn't have an appointment, but she called ahead and asked if she could meet with the producers, hoping they'd agree to see her.

When she arrived she was informed that they would meet her, but she'd have to wait. After more than an hour of twiddling her thumbs in the waiting room she was finally let in.

She bowed her head in greeting, "Gentlemen, thank you for agreeing to see me."

"So you're going to fail?" One said, stating the obvious, "Come here for an extension?"

She shook her head, "No. Not exactly. I was hoping to renegotiate."

Another producer laughed, "Ha. Why should we do that? Jack's shtick was getting boring, but he's on contract for another 10 years. That contract now applies to you honey. We're confident you'll rise to the occasion. After all, you've read the terms of his contract, just in case you failed."

Christine gulped. She had indeed read them. Chrissi would have a better chance at earning her PhD than Jack would have at quitting this show, quiet quitting including. She shook her head, "You know I don't have my heart in tormenting those girls. I'd try my best, but it wouldn't make for the best tv. Instead what I'm asking for...what I'm begging for...is this..." Chrissi took a deep breath, "Swap us back, but let me have my intelligence when I'm not working."

One producer laughed, "Why the fuck would we do that?"

Chrissi reached into her bag and took out something very familiar to all of them. She laid in on the table, "I'll put the collar on. As Jack, and as Chrissi. Whatever you want, just leave my my intelligence when I'm not working."

The room was silent for a moment, then one of them smirked, "Give us the room, would ya toots?"

She nodded and left. She started pacing back and forth, waiting to be called back in. More than an hour passed before a door finally opened. But not the one she was expecting, instead the door to the hallway opened and Jack bounced in.

"Jack, what are you doing here?' Christine asked.

Jack shrugged, "Like, dunno. I was like, um, touching my boobies but these guys said like...I don't know. Anyway. Here I am. Are you going to fuck me now? That's important, isn't it?"

Just then the door to the conference room opened and they were both summoned inside.

One of them spoke, "We agree to your deal," He said, "But we need both of you to consent. Jackie, put on the collar." He ordered.

"Like, ok." Jack put it on. A tech in the corner pushed a button on his laptop and suddenly Jackie was gone as the mental transformations were temporarily suppressed.

The producer explained things to Jack, "Well Jack. She failed. Or, she will fail. And you're set to spend the rest of your life as Chrissi. Or...you agree to her new deal. We'll swap you back and then us producers will play our own little game of BOB with you two. No audience participation. No rewards. Heck, not even defined categories. We'll warp the two of you until we're satisfied, then we'll release you. Jack will still be bound to host the show, and Chrissi will still be his assistant. Except outside of show hours Chrissi will have no transformations effecting her intelligence. Are you in?"

Jack didn't hesitate, "The alternative is i stay Chrissi forever? No, I'm in."

"Then let's do it..."

Present day - Approximately 10 years after Charlotte's BOB episode.

Chrissi sat in her dressing room, waiting patiently as the aesthetician applied makeup to her face. They were disturbed by a loud knock at the door. Chrissi rolled her eyes, "Come in Jackie."

The door opened Jack hurried in, shutting the door behind him, "Mistress I-"

She raised a hand and he promptly stopped talking, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yes, but Mistress the show-"

She rolled her eyes and waved off the aesthetician. Then she stood and turned to face Jack, "Did you think I'd let the show suffer? Neither of our contracts allow for that. Don't pretend this is about the show. You just want your pussy filled."

Jack avoided her gaze, then nodded meekly.

"Say it." Chrissi demanded.

"I...I wanted my pussy filled." He admitted.

Chrissi let her robe drop to the ground, revealing her nude body. The producers hadn't changed that much about her. She still had her impossibly narrow waist, her wide hips, her massive boobs. But there was one noticeable different...her massive 12 inch cock.

"Well?" Chrissi asked, "It's not going to suck itself."

Jack surged forward and fell to his knees, greedily taking it in his mouth. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. 5 years and he still sucked at it. She suspected it was the collar's doing, but the producers were tight lipped about the changes they'd made. Still, he was enthusiastic if not talented.

After a few minutes she pushed him off, "Alright, you've earned a fuck."

Jack desperately removed his pants, exposing his smooth hairless pussy. Chriss wasted no time in bending him over the counter and fucking him with everything she had. She held on for a few minutes before cumming and emptying her non-existent balls deep within him.

She fell back, and the change happened immediately. Her cock disappeared, replaced by her pussy. Then Jack turned around and waved his massive cock in her face, "Fuck," Jack said, "I hate blowing you."

Chrissi rolled her eyes, "Is that why you're so bad? So I'll stop asking for it?"

"Shut up," Jack said, "No. Don't shut up. Beg me to fuck your face."

Chrissi couldn't help it, she begged, "Please fuck my face Jack. I need it!"

They weren't sure about every change the producers had made, but one was clear. Every time they had sex, they swapped genitals. When Jack had the penis, Chrissi could not disobey him. She didn't feel submissive or anything, it was just total obedience. In contrast when Chrissi had the cock, Jack wasn't obedience, he was just extremely submissive to her. You might think that their solution would just be abstinence, but that wasn't an option for either of them. They both felt an **** need for Jack to have the penis while filming, and Jack had his own compulsion to fuck Chrissi that he apparently couldn't ignore.

Jack stepped forward, preparing to fuck her face as demanded, but he stopped himself, "Damn...there isn't time..." He wanted to, desperately, but he knew he wasn't able to cum within 30 minutes of filming. "Fuck. Masturbate but don't cum. I'm going to get ready."

Chrissi obeyed, she had ****. She hated obeying him, especially when she had her full intelligence, but she thankfully didn't have to experience it often. Whenever he gave her commands, he experienced shots of arousal. You might think that would make him more likely to order her around, but Jack did his best to keep his dick as long as possible. Too many orders and he wouldn't be able to resist fucking her, and giving up his power.

It was a weird dynamic, but it worked for her. She still got to experience mindless bliss as bimbo Chrissi, but it wasn't all the time. She got to experience being dominated, but it was in short, limited breaks. She got to be dominant and have Jack wait on her, but she could give it up any time she wanted. It wasn't perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than her life before the swap.

She continued to jill herself as ordered until a fog descended over her mind. The show was starting, and BOB needed their bimbo.

Charlotte ignored the stairs as she stormed through the hallways. Her apperance always did draw the eyes, but she was used to it. She saw the office she was looking for and opened the door without knocking.

"Excuse me, I was on-" The woman started to yell at Charlotte.

Charlotte reached over and hung up for her, "You're not anymore." Charlotte kicked the door shut and sat down opposite the woman, "You're Dion's mom, aren't you?"

The woman nodded slowly, "Y-yes."

"He's been bullying my son, you're aware of it. That's not a question, I know you're aware." Charlotte said.

The woman shook her head, "It's just boys being boys. Dion-"

"Dion has been bullying my son," Charlotte said firmly, "We tried to put an end to it the proper way, but we aren't getting anywhere with the school board just talking to you."

The woman gulped, "W-what are you going to do? Y-you're a witch...aren't you?"

"I am. Specifically...I'm a sex witch. You're lucky for that. My powers don't work on minors. If I were another kind of witch I wouldn't turned Dion into a toad or something."

"You aren't going to turn me into a toad?" The woman asked.

Charlotte scoffed, "Are you even listening? Sex witch. S-E-X. Unless you want to a fuck a toad...ew...you really are nasty."

"What? No!"

Charlotte ignored her, "No. I'm not going to turn you into a toad. I did briefly consider a cow...but I came up with something much better. Here..." Charlotte reached into her bag and pulled out a heavy metal chastity belt. "You're going to put this on."

"The hell I am." The woman said.

Charlotte grinned, "I thought you might say that. That's ok. I'll just make your boobies grow until you do..." Charlotte started chanting. It took a moment before the woman realized it, but her breasts were growing every second. Her bra began to feel a little uncomfortable. Then a lot. Then the hooks snapped. Charlotte was still chanting, her boobs were still growing. C cups. D cups....G cups?

"Stop! I'll do it!"

Charlotte stopped chanting, and then waited. The woman hesitated, but when Charlotte didn't turn away finally just did it. She slipped the belt on, and the magic took over and it magically shaped itself to be a perfect fit.

"A wise choice. Now let me explain how your new belt works. Every day I'm going to ask my son if Dion did or said anything. If he did, the belt is going to tease you, constantly edging you, all day. It will never let you cum. If he didn't, nothing will happen. If...let's see....2 months go by without Dion hurting my son, or anything for that matter, I'll release you." Charlotte stood up, "Oh and I've already been to see your husband."

"You locked him up too?" The woman asked.

Charlotte laughed, "The opposite. He's going to be hornier than he's ever been in his life. You trust him right? He'd never cheat on you? Either way, better earn your freedom soon...bye bye..."

Charlotte left the office and slammed the door behind her. She noticed the other office workers all staring at her, "Mind your own business." She yelled. Then she reached into her bag, pulled out a small package, and grinned, "Enjoy!" She slammed it on the ground and it exploded. Pink dust quickly filled the entire floor. Where it touched people their clothes dissolved and they start to masturbate, or if there were a compatible partner nearby, fuck like crazy. It didn't effect Charlotte herself of course, besides there weren't any goths in this boring office complex. She made her way out, a smile on her face. She knew the bullying would end today. After all the best way to stop a bully was by introducing an even bigger bully. Or so she'd decided herself, just now.

Maddy sat in the waiting room, resting her hand on her belly. She looked at the woman sitting beside her, she looked nervous. Maddy gently put a hand over hers, "First time?" She asked.

The woman chuckled nervously, "How could you tell?"

"You look scared. This your first pregnancy?" Maddy asked.

"Yeah. And I'm doing it alone. The father ran away when I told him. Literally. But I can't just give up this life in me. You? You seem to calm for it to be your first."

Maddy grinned, "No. This is my 9th." She said.

The woman's eyes went wide, "9-9th?"

"Well, only my 5th pregnancy," Maddy admitted, "I have triplets and two sets of twins."

The woman was flabbergasted, "H-how do you manage them all?"

Maddy smiled, "Magic!" Literally and figuratively, "I just know a lot about childcare. It's something I'm good at. Actually it's the only thing I'm good at..." Then she laughed, "Well that and sex! You don't get pregnant 5 times without that."

The woman blushed, "I bet..."

Maddy took out her phone, "Why don't you take my number? I'd be happy to chat if you need someone to talk to."

The woman nodded, "Ya, thanks. I'd like that."

The woman stared at her for a moment, "S-sorry but you...you have dollification, don't you?"

Maddy smiled, she knew exactly where this was going. When men said it, she dreaded the inevitable flashing, but this chick was hot, "I do, yes."

"Then can you show me your boobs? I heard it helps."

Maddy gladly lifted up her shirt, "Here you go. Like what you see?"

The woman blushed, "I was j-just being polite."

Maddy smiled, that woman might say that but that was not a polite stare, "You know..." Maddy said slyly, "My wife and I have an open marriage..."

"Wife? Open? Huh?" The woman said.

"Mrs. White?" The receptionist called out.

"Oh, that's me. But give me a call if you ever want to talk babies or fuck or whatever. Bye!" Maddy waved to her and got up to go see the doctor. She had a feeling she'd be hearing from that woman soon.

Anna looked down at her chart, then up at the couple. She pushed her glasses back. They were fake, but they seemed to set people at ease, "So it says you've been trying to convince for 5 years without success?"

The woman nodded, "That's right. We've tried everything. But after 3 rounds of IVF...we just can't do it again."

"Please doctor, you've got to help us." The man said.

Anna shook her head, "Oh I'm not a doctor, but yes, I will help you." She stood up and walked around her desk, then leaned back against it, "First I'm going to need to see your dick."

"Pardon me?" The man asked.

"Your dick? Penis? Cock?" She said, "You know, the thing you use to make a baby?"

"Oh, uh..."

"It's ok honey, she's here to help us." The wife said.

"Right," The man stood up and dropped his pants, "Well...do we have any hope?"

Anna knelt down and lifted his penis wiht one hand, "Hmm...I don't have enough information yet. I'm going to have to suck it a little first. You can tell a lot about a man's fertility by the taste of his cum."

"Is that true?" The woman asked.

"It is for me." Anna said, "Now please, I'm trying to work here."

"Oh right, sorry." The woman fell silent as Anna started her blowjob. She savoured the feeling of a cock filling her body. He wasn't particularly well endowed, especially not compared to the heat Charlotte was packing, but her fetish didn't discriminate on size. A cock was a cock, and she wanted all of them.

She started blowing him in earnest, thrilled that the wife was watching them both. After a few minutes he came and she eagerly swallowed every drop. She finally stood up and wiped her lips, "There's no problem with your sperm."

"But the other doctor said I had a low count."

Anna shook her head, "And you did. When he assessed you. Now I want you to fuck your wife for me. If you do I guarantee she'll get pregnant."

"Right here?" The woman asked.

"Yes. I have to watch or the treatment might fail."

They looked at each other, "Well...she's just a silly bimbo...but Tony and Lisa said it worked for them."

"What do we have to lose? She has a 100% money back guarantee."

Finally they decided. The woman removed her clothes too and the two of them started to fuck. Awkwardly at first, but they got more and more into it was they went on. Anna had already maxed both of their fertilities, so they were definitely making a baby right now. She smiled to herself, she loved making couples happy like this.

Even after having been blown by Anna before hand, the man didn't last too long. With a grunt he finished inside his wife and they both collapsed.

Anna clapped, "Well done. Congrats, you're pregnant!"

"R-really? Just like that?" The woman asked.

"Just like that. Please allow two weeks before taking a pregnancy test, but come back if there are any problems."

"Wow, that's amazing. Thank you. Oh, and congratulations again." The woman said.

Anna rubbed her very visibly pregnant belly, "Thanks. This will be my 4th."

After her customers left her phone rang, "Oh hi honey." She said as she answered, "Uh huh, you did? I'm sure that will work. Yes, I'm done with my last client and just getting ready to leave now. I'll pick up the kids from school. Love you too. Bye!"

She hung up and stood up. She loved everything about her life. Her work. Her kids. Her wife. It was absolutely perfect.

The house was loud. It was always loud. 3 adults and 11 children living in the same place just couldn't be quiet. Not at mealtime anyway. Charlotte didn't mind though. It might be chaos, but it was her chaos. And the sound of happy children was always welcome in her mind.

"Kids! Dinner's ready!" She called.

The older kids came running in first, fighting amongst themselves to be the first to the table. Then Anna came in with her youngest on her hip and a smile on her face. Maddy was last, with a kid holding each hand as they 'helped' mommy to the table. Charlotte walked over and kissed both of her wives.

"Ew! Mommies are kissing!" One of the kids said.

Charlotte just winked at her daughter, then kissed them again.

"Ok who wanted the deep fried crickets?" She asked.

"EWWW!" The kids all yelled.

"Oh right, we're all out. Guess you'll have to settle for chicken nuggets and fries." Charlotte teased. She started serving the kids. With so many it took a while, but she was happy to do it. These kids filled her life with such joy. She'd put off on having kids for a while, she felt like she was too young to have kids. But it was a foolish thought. They were rich as fuck, immortal, and Maddy knew exactly what to do. And that first kid had brought her so much joy, well, she couldn't stop at one.

Dinner was a loving but chaotic affair. Then it was a lot of effort to get all of them bathed and ready for bed, but eventually the three women were sitting outside, watching the waves, and drinking some relaxing tea.

Charlotte looked at her wives and smiled, "You know...I'm a little jealous."

"Of what?" Anna asked.

"Of you two. Being pregnant." Charlotte said. Since she was the only one who could get a penis, she'd been the one to 'father' all of their kids.

Anna just grinned, "You know...I think we can solve that."

"Solve what?" Charlotte asked.

Anna leaned in and nibbled on Charlotte's ear, "I'm going to make you pregnant."

"But how?" Charlotte asked, "I..." She blinked, "Oh. Duh. I'm a fucking sex mage."

"You're a fucking sex mage," Maddy agreed, "We've been waiting for you to be ready!"

"Huh? Waiting for what?" Charlotte asked.

"Well? Who is it? Which of us gets to knock you up first?" Maddy asked.

"Oh, I-"

"I'll do it!" Anna said, "Maddy say you give up!"