As you think of Samuel's picture, you feel yourself being guided as to which roads to take. You smile happily, thinking of Brenda, and how lucky her husband was to have a lady like her, and how lucky you are. Santa did mention good compensation, as long as nothing was half-ass done.
As you pull up and stop, you look around. "Bradley's Law" was marked on a fancy door in a rather nice office suite. The entire office park was very fancy. You walk into the office, and a receptionist greet you, "Welcome to Bradley Law, do you have an appointment?"
You look at the lady, and ask, "Yes, I'm here to see Samuel."
The receptionist politely responds, "Mr. Reynolds is with a client right now. Would you like to wait?"
You smile and say, "Sure." The receptionist tries to avoid gazing at you, but her eyes keep darting in your direction. "I love your suit" she adds.
You politely reply "Thank you."
The receptionist squirms in her chair for a few moments before excusing herself. As she stands and walks away, you notice she is wearing a very tight pair of shiny lycra tights and what look like latex booties. You like this law office. A few minutes later, the receptionist returns, smiling as she sits down. You get up and walk over to the lady, "I don't see a ring"
"I'm not married" she says, her face blushing.
"Can I see your hand?" you ask as you hold out your white latex hand.
"Sure" she is very giddy, as she puts her hand in yours. Only a few flashes, mostly drunken sorority parties. She is a good girl for the most part with a lycra fetish. You look her over, she is overweight, but not too much. Her breasts sag, but she isn't wearing a bra.
You whisper, "Let me help you a little, close your eyes." Once she closes her eyes, you imagine this lady with a firm set of DD breasts. You see her chest push outward as her now firm tits jut nearly straight out from her body. She only needs a sports bra now to control the bounce. You continue to imagine her body, shrinking down over the next few days as her body begins to digest excess body fat and skin. And as a final surprise, you allow the woman to turn one of her hands into a huge, bumpy, vein covered cock, when she desires, so she can pleasure herself and her boyfriend. Once your changes are finished "Open your eyes. Your boyfriend will love the last one."
The receptionist can't wait and runs off to the restroom again. You feel like a Santa when you make people happy. You resume your seat in the waiting area, and start flipping through some of the magazines in the chairs next to you. Not really caring what time it is, you do take notice that after being there over an hour, the receptionist has yet to return. You hope she didn't hurt herself. As you ponder what she might be doing, the happy lady returns to her desk. She waves for you to come over to her desk. You walk over and she motions for you to lean over. She whispers "Mr. Reynolds is in his office with his mistress. You are welcome to go back if you like. It's the last door on the right. The door is locked, but he should answer if it's not me." She leans forward and gives you a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you for the hand thingy, your suit was driving me crazy and I needed relief. And you bet my boyfriend will love this. He showed me my lycra fetish, so I can show him my new skill."
You smile, blushing slightly "Your welcome. Last door on the left you say?"
She corrects you, "Last on the right."
"Ah, thanks." and you head off down the hall. You hear the front door open, close, and then locked as the receptionist is gone.
As you listen to the last door on the right, you can hear a man and woman talking. You grab the door handle, and think 'unlock', and twist the knob while pushing the door open.
A naked man protests, "Hey, you can't come in here" and the lady quickly covers herself. The naked man tries to talk more, but you silence him and the lady.
You stare at the man and firmly request "Are you Samuel Reynolds?"
The naked man nods. You walk over and take flaccid cock into your hands. Stroking it, your mind fills with flashes of this man's history.
You stare piercingly into the man's eyes, "Mr. Reynolds, your married, have 2 kids, and three other ladies on the side. And you are a diagnosed sex addict. You are 308 pounds naked, and nearly 6 feet 3 inch. I'm glad to see you weren't screwing your receptionist. She's to fat for you anyway, you like them skinny." You reach over to the lady, she's got a few flashes, and is aware the man is married. You stare at the woman, "Miss, you need to leave. Do not see this man again. Use the same door you came in with." The woman quickly dresses in what clothing she can quickly grab, and is gone. You wait until you hear the second door close. You go back to the office door, and close it. You walk back over to Sam, and lead his naked body to the large leather couch his mistress was laying on before. You begin to stroke the man's penis, and it engorges, bobbing to attention. You read Sam's mind, he is crying out in agony right now. His disgust at your homosexual stroking of his penis is driving his blood pressure to dangerous levels.
"Remain calm Mr. Reynolds." you stroke the man's penis more, thinking that his blood pressure should be normal, and his pulse rested. You see the man's flush red face begin to return to a natural color. "There we go, I can't have you getting a heart attack from this. Just relax while I think about what is best here." You continue to stroke the man's cock idly while you think.
Thinking aloud, you state "You make this hard, you are a good father to your kids and a good provider. Your sex addiction and your wife's disinterest in sex with you are not good." A few strokes of the man's scrotum reveal some memories of his sex life with is wife, many years ago. "Your wife didn't like the kinky stuff. She just wanted you to make her feel special." You make a tight grip on Sam's penis and begin to pull. He opens his mouth to scream, his eyes filled with tears from the pain. You yank, jerking hard as you rip his skin at the base of his ball sack, pulling his entire cock and balls away from his body, living a smooth skinned void in their place. You hold the fleshy cock and balls with what looks like a fibrous root system hanging from the bottom. You restore Sam's ability to speak freely.
"What the hell did you do that for? Who are you? That shit you just did still hurts" is all the man blurts out before you shut him up again. You put the cock and balls on the coffee table in front of you, and sit back into the couch.
You think aloud, "I want to try something. I can leave you a sexless man, but you will probably turn to some other vice. I need to use your uncontrolled lust for sex to the advantage here. How about two more kids, and you become your wife's sex slave. That doesn't seem like enough though." You slide your arm up to his man-boobs and squeeze them like they are soggy produce. Then it seems clear what is appropriate here.
"Here is what you are going to do. Call your wife, and have here come here to the office. Once she is here, we can proceed. You release the man to move freely, and he just sits there. You laugh, "I didn't say you had a choice," and you will the man to obey.
He gets up and walks over to his desk, and dials his wife's cell phone, "Hi honey, can you come by the office?, I'm closing up early and wanted to take you out to eat." The man nods to you, and says "Thank you dear, see you in fifteen minutes." and hangs up the phone.
You will the man to sit in his desk chair. "Stay put, don't move or make a sound. On second thought, come over here and lean over the edge of this couch." The man gets up and does as instructed. His fat ass cheeks wobble as he bends over. You grow your foot long cock and baseball sized balls, feeling the firmness of the latex between your legs as you reach full size. You pull the your cock away from your belly, letting the latex reform around it, and then use both hands to spread the man's ass cheeks apart. If his wife is going to do this often, he needs the right parts. You thrust firmly into the man's ass, you feel the man's body shudder in pain. As you slowly thrust in and out, you imagine a tight ass canal, like a vagina, with muscles to milk and lube any cock. Your thrusts become easier as you feel the man's rectum change into a tight, milking tube. You ponder other changes, but hold off for now. You do give him the ability to have multiple male orgasms from having a cock thrust into his anus. You try this by speeding your thrusts, rubbing against his new g-spot nerve center. Each thrust of your cockhead against this spot causes an eruption of a male orgasm in Sam's body. His entire mass shudders with each thrust of your massive organ. You pound away, and after nearly a hundred of these orgasms later, you pull out, with Sam's body still spasming in orgasm. The inflamed nerves of his new g-spot are rubbed raw from your constant pointing, and serve to continue Sam's orgasm long after you have pulled your cock back into your suit, and are now waiting in the reception area for his wife.
A few minutes later, you open the door for Sam's wife, and then close it, locking it back. "Mrs. Reynolds, I have been sent to help fix your husband's sex problem. Can you come with me back to his office?"
The lady scans your suit, and thinks this is some weird sex therapy, but she follows you back. Once back in Sam's office, you show Mrs. Reynolds a large, naked fat man still spasming in orgasm.
"My lord, what have you done to my husband?" the lady asks, shocked by the scene.
You point to a chair next to the leather sofa, "Please come over and have a seat, we have some talking to do." You wait for the lady to have a seat and try to explain. "Your husband is a sex addict. His addiction is very acute, I would say incurable by normal means. But I believe a radical therapy might help. What kind of sex would you find appealing with this man?"
The lady is shocked at your question, finding the entire situation surreal. You take Mrs. Reynold's hand, and help to calm her down. The few flashes that pop into your mind are minor, you know this is a good mother.
"I don't know" she stammers. "I haven't had sex with Sam in years. He lost interest in sex with me after a few months. I had to beg him just to get the kids." Mrs. Reynolds looks down, here eyes swollen with tears.
You sigh deeply, "I don't know why you love him, but I see that you still do. I want him to make you happy. I need you to help me with what makes you happy, Mrs. Reynolds"
"I want him to stop sleeping with other women. We are married, the only one he should sleep with is me."
You softly offer, "Mrs. Reynolds, I can make it so he only desires you touch, your flesh."
"No", she says, "It has to be his choice. I don't want him forced to be with me.
You notice that Sam's spasming has stopped as you think about what to say next.
Mrs. Reynolds adds, "I want him to fulfill my needs too. We need to share each other like we used to. I miss having sex with my husband."
You take Mrs. Reynolds hands, and you change her sexual identity from a female to a female looking hermaphrodite. You softly ask, "Mrs. Reynolds, would you please stand and remove all of your clothing." She stands and complies on her own will. You look over to Sam, who's eyes are filled with tears. You will him to watch the entire transformation of his wife. "I can help you both Mrs. Reynolds." You reach down and pick up Sam's cock and balls, and hand it to Mrs. Reynolds. "Put the roots up to your crotch, and hold it there for a moment." She obeys and holds the cock and balls against her clit. You take your hands and begin to massage around the base of the flesh, as you imagine the cock and balls melding into her flesh, replacing her clit. You feel the bonding complete and the cock becomes engorged. You give a few strokes, until it grows a little over 12 inches. You stroke her new ball sac, feeling become stretched and fuller, until both testes are about 2 inches in diameter by 3 inches long. You put one hand on her back, and the other on her stomach as you imagine a very large prostate forming inside her, able to produce a steady stream of seminal fluid. You also alter her body to not grow any hair below her scalp. Feeling the changes complete, you step over behind Sam and smile. "Give your wife a good look. You will remember her as she was and as she is. She only remembers who she is now, as it has always been this way. And you will be repulsed by her form, your mind will scream inside with agony, and you will be unable to stop yourself from submitting to this form that is now your wife, Mr. Reynolds. Your new wife doesn't care that you are fat. You need that for the kids you will carry. Mr. Reynolds, you are going to be a she-man. Full female reproductive organs, along with your modified ass that I gave you. And don't worry, you will be very fertile and you can only submit to your wife, as you are her sex slave and obsessed with her cock. Your sex addict desire for more will consume you, but only with your wife. No others can satisfy you. And your new kids will be hermaphrodites, like your wife. You will only wear latex or lycra, even in court. There is a lingerie store you visited a few times a while back. All of your new clothes will come from that store. You will breast feed as long as your kids wish."
You take a few moments to think, and begin to rub the fat man's ass cheeks. You look over to Mrs. Reynolds, "Would you do the honors of pumping your husband full of your seed?" The lady smiles, and steps over to behind her husband, next to you. She grabs her huge cock and puts the cock tip at her husband's anus. "Just keep thrusting until you are satisfied." And with that, Mrs. Reynolds plunged 12 inches of thick cock deep into her husband's lubed as, and began to pound away like a sex deprived maniac. Sam's g-spot nerves become raw again, and his huge fat body begins to spasm in orgasm. You slowly rubbed the fat man's ass, picturing in your mind Sam's body with a full set of female reproductive organs, a set of firm F cup breasts that were always full with milk, a throat with no gag reflex, and a long tongue to wrap around his wife's shaft to give her proper oral pleasure. The only hair on his body would grow from his scalp. And as a secret bonus, a long and slender tongue in his vaginal cavity to provide proper vaginal pleasure to his wife's cock. As Sam's vagina fully forms, he begins to soak the edge of the couch with his pungent vaginal juices as he reels from multiple male orgasms shooting though his body with each thrust from his wife.
You are distracted when Mrs. Reynolds starts to shout, "Yes, take it...yea.....guh....ugggh....gaaaah" as her body explodes in it's first male orgasm. She continues to slowly thrust her spasming member deep into her husband. You look down between her legs and you see the huge ball sac spasming like a beating heart as it pumps her hermaphroditic seed into her husband.
You walk over to the desk chair and examine the couple, having sex for the first time in years. You release any control on Sam, as he sobs into the cushion of the couch, tears streaming from his eyes. You see Mrs. Reynolds slowly pull out, her cock now semi-flaccid and shrinking fast to a more comfortable eight inches. You go over in your mind, checking off things. You watch as Mrs. Reynolds goes over to the other end of the couch and sits beside her husband, stroking his hair. You get up and walk over to Mrs. Reynolds, and fondle her breasts until they rise upwards and outwards in a firm DD teardrop shape, and you feel the nipples puff out slightly as they fill with a spermy milk that her husband will need to survive. Each nipple is as sensitive as her cock tip, and are tied together along with her vaginal cavity. You place your hand on Mrs. Reynolds lips, and give her the ability to form her husband's tongue into a large cock for him to use on her whenever she wants.
"Mrs. Reynolds, you have a wonderful husband here. I hope you keep him happy and satisfied. He has a huge sex appetite, but then again, so do you."
Mrs. Reynolds smiles up to you and nods, "Thank you for your therapy. I never understood sex the way my husband did. Now he sees it my way."
You give Mrs. Reynolds a soft kiss on the cheek and motion for her to stand, "You can go now, your husband will join you at home soon," and you reach down and give her scrotum one last caress, making her only desire to wear shiny lycra or latex, to show off her wonderful crotch bulge and huge breasts. She grabs her purse and shoes and heads back out to her car, her new clothes will be waiting for her at home.
Once Mrs. Reynolds has left the outer door, You lift Sam's body up and pull him over to a seat on the couch. Sam's face is filled with a mix of dry, crusted tears and fresh new ones, his vaginal juices oozing between his legs. "Do you remember your wife, you before i walked in today?"
Sam nods yes.
You firmly state, "Good. You are to keep those memories deep in your mind, never to tell anyone. No one remembers your wife, a plain woman. They only remember the vibrant hermaphrodite sex kitten with a cock obsessed husband. I know you are still attracted to women, but you are now a sexually submissive female who has a male appearance. You are only aroused by your wife, and this drive to satisfy her is both carnal and deeply rooted in your subconscious. You need to milk both of your wife's breasts daily, the milk from your wife is required for you to think normally. If you go without it for a few days, you fall into a dormant, inactive state until your wife has sex with you or puts a nipple to your lips to suckle. You are a good father, and you still have a strong father instinct. Your wife will continue with her strong mother instinct" You reach forward, and rub Sam's knee, giving Sam the ability to seal his ass and vaginal openings tightly so he doesn't leak and require special pads.
You look around, thinking aloud, "Anything else...anything else...". You stand and approach the door, "Come on Sam, I'll walk you to your car. Grab your keys and your wallet." As Sam complies he walks back over to you, and he smiles at you. His new personality is finally emerging.
Sam smiles, "I love how that suit grips your cock." You reach over and pat Sam on the shoulder, making sure to imprint in his new personality that he is not attracted to cock or other males, but only to his hermaphrodite wife.
You smile back "Sorry Sam, I don't have what it takes to satisfy you"
The giddy naked fat man walks down the hall to the door. As he unlocks and opens the door, he motions for you to exit, and he follows, locking the door behind him. Sam sighs as he walks with you to his car, "Thank you. I have a few things to get used to." He offers his hand for a handshake. You take his hand and return the favor.
You reflect as you speak, "Your welcome Sam. Take care of your kids and make sure you keep that wife of yours happy. Don't let your PMS get in the way of pleasing her." Sam nods in agreement and gets into his car, and drives home to his waiting wife.
You head back to your car, and back to Brenda's shop to find out what she's been up to.