This is my first attempt at giving back something to those people whom I have taken from for so long. I would like to claim that this is a totally original piece of fiction but I know that isn't possible. I have been influenced too much by some incredible writers such as Bad Irving, Bashful, JR Parz, Ed Miller, Paul1954, et al. Special thanks to Bill Hart and his SRU Universe.

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SRU: The Cure?                   by: Neo                             Neo@acmemail.net

 

I exploded.

A seemingly never-ending wave of cum burst forth from my body. Incredibly powerful spasms prolonged my orgasm for a near eternity. It was all I could do not to lose consciousness. My eyes reopened and I slowly became reacquainted with reality. As my breathing returned to normal, I took stock of the damage. Except for the smell of semen hanging in the air, it looked like I had contained the contents of my orgasm fairly well in the towel I kept for such purposes. Hiding this little episode was not going to be a major problem. My real problem is that I have already masturbated twice in my office today and it is only 8:30 in the morning!

I had already admitted to myself that I have a problem with masturbation. When you masturbate two dozen times a day, there really is no way around that realization. It does not matter how many times I masturbate, or have sex with my on again/off again girlfriend, Renee, I still feel insatiable. I never wear out and the absolute primal urge to masturbate never goes away. Two minutes after a session, I am ready to go again. I have always taken the necessary steps to keep my libido in check. I find that a steady diet of sex with Renee, prostitutes, and myself usually does the trick.

However, over the last several months, the intensity of the demand for release has increased almost daily. It has gotten to the point where I masturbate almost continuously. I only slow down for the pretense of trying to do my job as the director of a marketing company. I am a practical man though. I realize that my disease (as I thought of it now) was probably becoming common knowledge in both my social and business life. I had been to several doctors who told me about priaprism which affects only males. They recommended female hormones or surgery. I, so far, have rejected those possibilities as I have no wish to become a feminine looking man or have a non functioning penis!

Having cleaned myself up to my satisfaction and realizing that as the boss I could (and probably should) take a three day weekend, I left. The only thing that keeps the demons at bay is being out in the open. I still have enough self control not to whip it out in public. With that in mind I decided to stroll around the mall for the day. The mall was pretty quiet as it was just opening for business. I strolled through the usual suspects (Sears, Penney's,etc) being VERY careful to stay away from the Victoria's Secret store. As I wandered, I spotted a store that I had never seen before. It looked rather quaint and rustic. The store even had an old fashioned sign that proclaimed it to be "Spells R Us". I nearly turned and left the mall as my "little problem" was starting to rear its ugly head but I felt myself being swept towards the store by forces unseen to me. As I opened the door, a small bell tinkled to announce my arrival.

An old but strong voice called out from the back of the store, "Neo, I'll be with you in a moment!" I didn't even have time to register any shock that the proprietor knew my name before an ancient looking little man in a tattered bathrobe appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Neo. I was bagging up your purchase."

"Purchase, what purchase? And just how DO you know my name?" I demanded of the old man.

"Everything that I am and everything that I do is because I am a wizard," he replied.

With a statement like that, I wasn't inclined to argue with him. I figured he was either crazy or telling the truth and either way he wasn't someone to mess with.

I told him "I really need to be going. There isn't anything that I need to purchase from you anyway. Thank you very much though."

"Neo, if you didn't need anything from me you would never have found me." He stated that so matter of factly that it sent a chill down my spine. I had to find out what he had for me.

"I have your cure, Neo, that's what I have for you. The cure for your masturbation problem." At that point, he held up a small vial filled with a clear liquid. "Drink this and everything will take care of itself."

I was stunned. He had to be on the level if he knew this much about me. I didn't need any more convincing. I was desperate and my desperation was starting to override my skeptical side.

"I thought that my only option was female hormones or surgery? I can't imagine my life without sex!" I explained to the old man.

"You still have yet to open your mind to new horizons, Neo. There are many more realities than you have allowed for. All I can guarantee you is that you'll no longer be plagued by this compulsion and that you'll be happy." I looked into his eyes to gauge his sincerity and although I didn't understand everything I saw, I believed him.

"How much will this cost?" I asked. I noted that his reply of "Two hundred dollars." was exactly what I had in my wallet. I hurried out of the store because at this point my "friend" was trying to drill its way out of my underwear.

When I got home the first thing I did was masturbate. Even though I wanted to try the wizard's cure, I was in far too much agony to bypass a sure (short term) fix like a quick hand job. About ten seconds later (yes, ten seconds), I was in a much better position to deal with the strange events of the day. I downed the wizard's liquid in one gulp. I guess I was expecting to feel either nothing or at the least a reduction in my need. However, my penis became harder than it ever has in my life. It throbbed with an intensity that I have never imagined. I grabbed it and immediately began cumming. It seemed like I had a fire hose attached to me that wouldn't stop spraying.

When I woke up on the floor of my bedroom, I realized two things. One, I've got one hell of a mess to clean up here. And two, the stuff doesn't seem to work because I've already got another erection along the magnitude of the last one. Even though I was disappointed that I had been fooled by the wizard, I figured no sense in wasting all this on myself. I called Renee (grateful that we were on a good streak lately) and told her to get over to my house ASAP.

I stripped her of her clothes the second she hit the door. As I tried to push her to the floor, she said "Let's do it in the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable."

"The bedroom is a little out of service right now. I'll explain later." I panted. I knew that I wasn't being very considerate but I impaled her in a single stroke and immediately started to orgasm. I wish that being ready to go all the time made me a great lover but unfortunately Renee never really got the attention that she deserved during sex. It's hard to take care of someone else's needs when you're in the middle of an orgasm all the time. Of course, I did find time to suck and feel her magnificent breasts! I have always felt that a large, firm pair of breasts make up for just about anything. Anyway, I buried my face between her 36 DD breasts as orgasm after orgasm hit me. I never did find out if she got off.

"What got into you? I mean you're always horny but that was ridiculous even for you!" asked Renee. I told her that she wouldn't believe me anyway and initiated another round of furious sex. She left early the next morning to get to work. As I didn't have to work, I just laid in bed getting myself off time after time. Eventually, the other great call of nature prevailed and I went to use the bathroom. As I stood there at the toilet, I looked at the profile of my body in the mirror. Something definitely didn't look right. Upon closer examination it appeared that my body hair had turned very fine and on my legs and under my arms it was gone! More striking than that was that my hair was now almost shoulder length! I am not the type to dismiss something like this (especially after taking a strange potion) but at that moment I was forced into another marathon session of masturbation.

"This stinks," I thought as I showered to get the cum out of my hair and off of my face. Not only does the potion seem to be causing strange side effects but my problem is worse than ever. As I toweled myself dry, I noticed that my skin was very soft and sensitive to the touch and that my nipples were engorged and painful. If I looked very closely, I could almost make out what appeared to be two small breasts! Suddenly, the horror of the situation sank in. The wizard was doing just what the doctors wanted. He was feminizing me to cure me! I threw on the first things I could find and rushed to the mall but no matter how hard (bad choice of words) I looked, I couldn't find him or his store. Meanwhile the craving hit me again.

I ducked into the restroom. My hand was on my cock before the door even closed behind me. I startled the lone guy at the urinal but I didn't have time to worry about that. At least I made it into the stall before the orgasm hit. It was just as knee buckling and mind numbing as all the rest. As I pulled my pants back up, I noticed that they were several inches too long! My reflection in the mirror is what really terrorized me though. My lips were full and round. My eyes were large and doe like (or maybe my face was smaller). My face looked entirely feminine! My gaze dropped down to my torso. Unbelievably, there were two softball sized breasts sitting proudly on my chest! I pulled my shirt off and realized that the changes went further. My waist was tapered and my hips gave me the classic hourglass figure that I had always admired on Renee. I knew that I still possessed my penis because it was painfully throbbing away in my underwear. (I was almost starting to wish that it would at least go away if I was going to be so feminine.) Before I got any further with my exploration, I heard a small cough. The guy at the urinal was still standing there! Apparently, all the commotion of my masturbating and my sudden strip tease had kept him rooted to his spot.

My gaze dropped down to his crotch. He was still holding his cock in his hand! A terrible realization hit! I was responding to the sight of it. My overly sensitive nipples got harder and started to throb in unison with my cock. I could feel an overwhelming urge to do something unthinkable. Before I had another thought, I found myself on my knees with his cock in my mouth. He didn't put up any resistance. Apparently, he assumed I was female as I still had my pants on and my breasts were bouncing free. I found the hardness and the smoothness of his penis quite a turn on. From my newfound perspective I estimated his length at around eight inches. I pistoned my head up and down on his cock like a woman? possessed. His hips started to buck and his moans reached a fevered pitch and then we both came like freight trains. I swallowed everything he had. I threw on my shirt and raced out of the bathroom and the mall as fast as I could. I don't remember the drive home. I needed to be in my house before anything else happened.

As soon as I got home, I went and surveyed the damage that another orgasm had wrought. It was pretty grim. My hips had flared even wider, my breasts now looked exactly like Renee's 36 DD's, my ass stuck out a mile behind me, I lost several more inches in height, and my features had come together in a perfect blend of beauty and sex appeal. Only my penis was proudly withstanding the onslaught of the wizards potion. I broke down and cried.

The doorbell woke me from my crying jag. I didn't answer it but the door opened anyway and then I knew it must be Renee using her key. I looked up into her dumbstruck face. There was dead silence for a second and then she started screaming. It was actually comical that she thought I was another girl over at Neo's house. It took forever to explain to her who I was and even then I think it was only the sight of my cock on this playmate body that convinced her. I wanted to comfort her and I wanted her to comfort me (after all I thought I was going to be a she male for the rest of my life). However, my penis demanded its comforting. I think it was the shock and the fact that Renee was bisexual but amazingly, we ended up in bed together. She kissed and sucked my breasts and I was in heaven! I felt new sensations that I had never even imagined were possible. We made out like a couple of lesbians. My cock was still spasming with orgasms but I never even penetrated her. All of a sudden I had an idea. I reached under the bed and pulled out our private play box. There was a whole selection of sex toys that I used on Renee from time to time. I handed her the ten inch vibrator.

With a slight fearful hesitation I whispered, "Fuck me in the ass with this!" She never hesitated. Renee deep throated the vibrator to get it moist with saliva and began inserting it inch by inch into my back door. It felt like she was splitting me in two and it felt great! When the entire vibrator was in my ass, she switched it on. I started screaming with the greatest pleasure I had ever known. Apparently, I passed out. Renee slapped me awake afraid that I was injured. We took stock of my body at this point. There was no more feminization but we both realized that my cock was a third of its original size!

Apparently, during all the sex, screaming, and orgasms I had amazingly failed to notice my cock getting smaller! It was then that the wizards master plan dawned on me. He didn't intend on making me a feminine male eunuch. He intended for me to be a beautiful, sexy woman who could love and be loved by both men and women alike. I realized that this was okay with me. Renee actually said she would prefer the new me as I had so far proven to be far more giving and considerate of her needs as a she male. She couldn't wait to try sex with me 100% female. I stood up and she sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and slowly (and easily) engulfed my entire member. I came one last excruciatingly pleasurable time. As I came in her mouth our eyes locked and we both knew that I was getting the last blow job of my life. When she swallowed, our gaze dropped down to my crotch. There was no doubt about my sex as I had the most beautiful pussy where my cock used to be. Renee and I made slow gentle passionate love (I noticed the primal, painful urgency was gone). We orgasmed in unison.

I stood up and dressed in a beautiful new dress that I found hanging in my closet. As I was skillfully putting on my makeup and doing my hair, Renee asked where I was going. I told her that I had to say thanks.

The bell over the door tinkled to announce the arrival of the new Neo. A stunning bombshell strolled into the wizards store.

"Good evening, Neo. You're looking well!" smiled the wizard.

"I feel well. I just wanted to tell you that you were right. You did cure me. The priaprism is gone. My relationship with Renee is fantastic. And I have to admit that I love being a woman. There are limitless new vistas for me to explore. Thank you." I replied.

"Sometimes the cure is not worse than the disease after all!" the wizard said whimsically.

"Do all of your potions work this well?"

"Not always, Neo, not always!"

 

 

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