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Part 4 - Honest

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Lina circled around it but did eventually admit she had "something" at home for "relaxation". I urged her to indulge in it. 

The leftovers we had from supper went with her in a plasticware container, which she promised to return as soon as possible. 

As I pulled my car up to her apartment, she also promised, "Despite the fact it is probably mine, I won't move or use that much..."

Lina paused, then added, "At least, aside from...single-player joysticks." She managed to say it with just a small blush.

After she went inside, I stayed for a minute. While I was used to my bookmarked dick pics, they had gotten me a little bothered. Even more bothered was knowing the beautiful man meat to start the weekend was so hidden away that no hint of it was left. 

I panted a little. My mind flashed. Maybe this was the sort of bet where an extra Lina was just an accidental result. Maybe reality would rewrite, and I would never know anything had happened. I couldn't even be absolutely sure of my own memories. For all I knew, I was actually Greg, Lina was the real one and, fuck, maybe vacationing Lina was John. And the bum?!

Once the panic had flooded me, it washed away. Okay. Do what I can. Which meant making Lina's temp work as painless as possible, as I hoped things went my way. As well as keeping Deb's nose out of it. 

No trip to the pub tonight. The one nearest my place had mid-week special events that didn't reek of the shame and pity of most ladies' nights. One time I went, they even had a gaming competition with some jumping-shooting team thing. If they were having it this week then I had to mention it to Lina. No matter what, she deserved some fun.

Since it wasn't too late when I got back, I checked my messages and pulled up my address book. Nothing. Big, fat nothing from mom. To be expected. I looked at Russell's number too. My great-uncle. Amputated left leg. More commendations than I could ever imagine. The steady, kindly presence in my early years when mom and dad went at each other. I wanted to see him and my niece, Edith. 

I rang him first. Those goddamn short rings again. His voicemail was full, and it kicked me off. Edith was a night owl, so I probably had a better chance with her.

"Babs! Hiya! Are you coming over?"

Her voice shook with excitement I had to deflate sooner or later.

"Hi! Yeah! I really want to. It's been too long." 

She giggled and answered, "Okay! See you in a bit."

"Wait. I'm not actually in the area right now but we can make some...Are you there?"

At some point, the sound had cut out. I tried to ring her back, but the line dropped off every time I tried to connect. Every foul fucking word I could think of got shoved right up the symbolic ass of my phone company. I resigned myself to texting apologies and best wishes but, even then, I didn't get a single, damn acknowledgment anything was sent. 

Oooh... the thought of how my phone would fly through the air and slam against the wall. But not yet. Someday. Trade up. Keep the original. Climb on top of the plaza and fling it towards the river with a big middle finger as the last thing it saw.

While I visualized all that, I practiced with a firm toss of the phone against my pillow. I'd done it dozens of times to vent. It landed and flipped end over end across the comforter. It blinked on with a gray screen I never ever wanted to see.

With clenched teeth, I nearly growled at it. No effect. It had been factory reset. Pain in the ass. Fortunately, I was covered with cloud saves for bookmarks and more. Still wasted an annoying amount of time. 

Once it was restored, I poked around to make sure everything was in order. Proper number of dicks. Favorite music. Series of apps in all the right folders. Video....oh shit.

I dove into every app, nook, and possible hiding spot but no luck. The video I'd recorded of Greg becoming Lina, my only objective piece of evidence, had been purged to the electronic ether. Gently, but with my nails clenched, I set the phone down beside me. In my head, I was driving it through the earth like one of those crazy special attacks from Lina's game the other night.

Shifting on my side, I looked at the empty space next to me. 

No Greg or Lina. No problem. I slipped a hand down my pants.

The dicks were still fresh in my mind. Deep breath. I didn't want to push things too early alone. Instead, I visualized my fingers were someone else's, which was as difficult as trying to tickle yourself.

Greg is here, I told myself, he's just beside the bed and I'm teasing myself for him. My pants slid off. A replay of Friday, his hands over me, holding me. A broad, firm, but soft touch across me.

But the killjoy reminder of Lina dragged me down. I needed to get going and stay going otherwise I'd be left with an unsatisfied mess. Lina. She didn't do anything for me. But...what if the image in the video, the change before my eyes, had run in reverse?

Lina fussed on the bed. Her legs kicked back and forth against the sheets. Her clothes melted away. The place between her legs swelled. The puffy skin inflated like a slow balloon. Manly bulges dropped back into place. Between the folds, she was a grower of epic proportions. The tip slid up, taking a little coat with it.

I crept between his legs and urged it to full girth. It was dappled with his sweat and the oncoming aroma I craved. His swollen chest receded but broadened with his meaty pecs and perfect little nipples. Even in his groggy state, his arms bulged and wrapped their strength around me.

His darkening locks drew back and swirled, like pulling a sharp edge across a ribbon. My hands could get lost in his gorgeous, brown hair. I straddled his broad, sumptuous waist as bands of coarse hair decorated it. He pumped up as I kissed his full, deep lips. 

I held the feeling. He was inside me, a memory from the other night layered over. It was working. 

It kept going as I slipped into the bath, renewing the fantasy with other parts first. Finally, I reached a surprise apex with his grin looming over me, created from Lina's curious expression. 

Phantom Greg carefully teased my lightly-inverted nipples. It was enough of a massage to keep things going long enough to remold Greg four times over. Eventually, the girls closed up shop and there was nothing left to do but get properly clean. 

It was fun. Didn't last as long as real Greg but it got a little of the frustration out. I could've brought out my rabbit, but I wanted to feel someone, even if it was just a trick on myself. 

After some tea, I finally made my way under the covers. The other side was still empty. My last thought before sleep was wondering what it would be like if my thoughts and daydreams actually could change someone's body. I could remake a real Greg. I wavered outside of arousal and envisioned splitting Lina into a twin sister for her convention-going self while giving me back my Greg. If I could place a bet on that, then it would be perfect.

It also would've been perfect if my night had been filled with such thoughts or simply dreamless. It wasn't.

I found myself at the office. Someone had decided to paint all the fixtures on the walls, even the illuminated fish, a faint-gray color. Everyone in the waiting room had these long burritos. Apparently, we had a rogue burrito vendor who opened up a shop in the office somewhere towards the back. Another thing to deal with. 

Outside the windows, there were mountain peaks. Also, a logging crew was cutting down my favorite elms. I was at my limit. I had to talk to Greg about this. 

His area was littered with chasmic holes that needed to be patched with plywood, just like when the swim team started digging in the bathroom and we had to lock it off. The doorknob squished in my hand as I turned it. 

Video game posters given away by local stores covered his walls. The grass on the ceiling was dropping moss in thick, gooey clumps. 

"Just made it. It's the best ever." Greg waved me over to look at the sub sandwich on his desk, but I had to tell him about the trees they were cutting down outside. They had no right to take down those trees! They were my favorite trees! I could see them, so that meant I had a right to them.

A man in a black lycra, full-body suit spread open the door. He looked like if Superman had been covered in jet-black ink. He reached his hand in Greg's direction and said clearly, "You're mine."

Greg stood up from his chair with a frown and asked to see the man's identification. The man turned his hand into a fist. Greg gasped with surprise and a swell of pleasure. I wanted to go over to help him, but I just stood like a statue. Greg's slacks tented with arousal. 

I watched in prickly horror as the strange man bent his hands down. Greg dwindled in his clothes. His gorgeous, manly bulk retreated, and his clothes sloughed off to the ground. I could only marvel at his rigid dick a moment before the man wiggled his fingers and it also melted away.

In just a few heartbeats, it had hidden away between his thighs. His balls briefly-swelled before being sucked inside, leaving a puffy, pink cleft behind.

As Greg diminished, the mystery man bulged with a lycra-clad dick deforming the shape of his outfit. Greg rubbed his soft thighs together and moaned with a voice losing his normal strength and depth but rising to a faint, frail tone. 

Still, I could do nothing about what was happening before me. The thick muscle across his lovely arms and thighs became glossy, free of hair, and slick with sweat. But the scent was all wrong. The smell I knew so well was buried by a dense, womanly aroma. I felt sick.

Bright, flaxen hair spilled across Greg's faint, shrunken shoulders. The man in black effortlessly lifted up what was left of my man and plunged his clothed cock into...her slick groin. 

Greg didn't fight the assault. She bobbed her head and rocked her pelvis, urging the invader onward. As he plunged deeper, Greg's chest swelled with his nipples spreading. Soon, heavy breasts bounced on his chest as the man quickened his strokes. 

Panting, begging for more, Greg didn't notice as I started to cry out for him, the spell on me momentarily broken. It didn't matter, Greg was so caught up in getting fucked. 

As I screamed, so did Greg. The man in black left a pale mess all over and inside...her.

With a deep voice that made everything around quaver just by speaking, he said, "You're mine forever, girl. A sealed, always-hungry pussy from a sealed bet for all your days."

Greg nodded, as though she didn't understand what the man had told her. She could never go back. My man was gone. 

I pressed with all my effort to get up and tackle the man in black, but I just twitched my leg in bed and shook myself from where I was lying on my side.

"Geez. Fuuuuck. Oh shiiiit. Oh, fuck...my tits are fucking sweaty as shit."

They were soaked, with the underboob area feeling the worst. It felt itchy. I didn't need to get a pimple there again.

Gingerly, I disentangled myself from the covers and got to my feet. Of course, it was like ten minutes before my alarm.

I was damp all over. My hair clung to me. What had I dreamed about? Fucking? No. Some all-black thing was fucking Greg and changed him into a sexed-up version of Lina. Deep breath. 

My heartbeat finally started to settle. Just a dream. But, I had to remind myself the events of the weekend were still real. My phone didn't have the video anymore, because of bullshit, but the calls to John's voicemail and other Lina were still there. 

Shutting my alarm off, I stripped out of my nightclothes and got washed up. The water cleared my mind of shitty dreams. 

After finishing in the bathroom, I got my usual clothes together. Button-up blouse, circle neck top, pleated business skirt, and comfortable heels. Color-wise, I went deep blue with a touch of light. I could probably add in my tan blazer, but my evil phone said it was going to be a warm October day. The whole week would be warm. 

Before breakfast, I rang Lina's place. A few long rings then the sound of the phone tumbling across something. At arm's length, I could hear her ask, "Hello?"

"Babs here. You okay?"

More fussing with the phone. "Yeah. Just finishing up in the shower. Sorry! I'm used to like an hour later and uh...but I'm up and gonna be ready soon. Everything okay?"

I just asked her if she wanted me to make her breakfast on the go. Egg and cheese toastwich maybe with a pack of yogurt and some granola?

She pondered it as she set the phone down but quickly told me, "Okay! Sounds great!" 

I put a reminder on my untrustworthy phone and the fridge to buy eggs tomorrow since I'd be running through them faster. Breakfast was nice and I made sure to enjoy my scramble as I packed up Lina's meal. 

The air outside was dense, but a gentle sort of muggy which hadn't been dispelled by the dawning sun yet. 

I set my insulated mug of tea in the drink slot and resisted a yawn for as long as I could. Not much traffic on the way. When I arrived, Lina scampered out of her building with a little bag on her shoulder.

She set it down and quickly explained, "It's a bag from deep in the closet. But I just wanted to take a few little snacks, cosmetics, and some energy drinks from my gaming nights to keep me going. And my keys. Quick thought, if other me is real, why do I have a set of my keys?" Lina arched her slim eyebrows and smiled as she presented me that question.

She was dressed in the pink scrubs we bought. Under the top was a cream-colored, long-sleeved shirt with the ends reaching past her wrists, covering up her bracelets. She definitely looked like she belonged at the office.

"Good point. Checkmate, I guess. So, break any joysticks?"

Lina gave a giggle, which sounded like she was fighting back hiccups, before clearing her throat and coolly relaying, "Ma'am, I am a collector. I treat my joysticks with delicate affection so they can keep playing long into a session of single-player action." She couldn't keep a smile from creeping over her face. 

Her eyes had a slight halo of gray beyond the normal eyeliner she wore. Merging onto the road, I asked, "Did you sleep alright?"

Her first answer was a wide yawn which she barely-covered with her palm. After shifting in the seat, she managed, "Sure did!...Eventually. Love my own bed. How was your night?"

Stopping at the light to the main road, I answered, "Pretty good. I had fun. Some... intense dreams but no worries." 

She held a faint smile. "I bet you dream of stuff I can't even imagine. I used to have some very vivid dreams when I was young."

Checking the traffic, I urged her, "Oh? How so?" Had to be careful. If I delved into her dreams then she might inquire in turn. 

"I could feel numbness from outdoor cold. If I ran then my legs really ached. My dream bladder was worse than my waking one, but it followed the other's cue a lot. I had special sheets to an embarrassing age. One parent blamed the other for all of it. And I couldn't get the weight of that off my shoulders. Sorry."

I assured her it was fine as we arrived at the plaza. Past the streetlight were the hazy remnants of fog. I pulled around the side and parked in the area marked "staff" in the back. We were the first car in the lot.

After unlocking the back door with my key, I used another to set the alarm properly. Lina carefully ate the breakfast I made for her. She laid down several napkins for the crumbs and wiped down the table afterward.

I lit every room except for Greg's office. Using the bathroom mirror, I pulled my hair into a nice, arching ponytail and put on my glasses. I had my contacts, but it felt like a glasses sort of day. 

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