This is a different direction for me. I tried to combine some of my own (strange) thoughts and concepts with the 'Wiz-TV' universe. And I included a bit of crossover from the 'Spells-R-Us' universe just for fun. I'd like to apologize in advance if anyone thinks I've done a gross injustice to either universe. And now, let the reading begin.... Wiz-TV: The Labyrinth by Elrod W CHAPTER 1 Kevin Munson looked over the schedule, then sighed. Another long day of filming. His network, Wiz-TV, had started with sky-high popularity, but since the novelty had worn off, it had been proving a struggle to keep finding new and innovative concepts for the game shows to keep the ratings high. Between planning meetings, new show concept meetings, and hosting duties, Kevin was very busy. He sighed again. Kevin glanced up. "What is it this time, Gary?" Gary Nelson, the intern, flinched. On top of that, Gary was a bit nervous around such a well-known magician, and he was also young and inexperienced in the business world. "I've got the ratings, Mr. Munson," he answered quickly, then held out a folder for Kevin. "And?" Gary gulped. "Wiz Court has slipped a few points. Babe-ball has gained two points. The other shows are holding steady." 'Damn,' Kevin thought to himself. He had expected this slip, but wasn't ready for it yet. They were still working on some new shows. "And programming is suggesting we either go to adult content late at night, or drop to once per week, right?" Gary nodded. "And your secretary said to remind you that you need to be on the set for Combat Spell-Ball in fifteen minutes." Munson rose slowly. "Give me the rest of the bad news while we drive over there." Jason Smith frowned for the hundredth time in the last few minutes. "I still think this was a bad idea," he muttered. Jason sat in the front passenger seat of a van full of his fraternity brothers. Rick Stevens grinned. "Not to worry, Jason old buddy." His confidence was not infectious. "We've got those Alpha creeps this time." "If we win," Jason said uncertainly. Rick smiled. "When, not if. Can't you just wait to see the Alphas as big- titted bimbos for a whole month? And you know all the other Greeks are behind us, not them." Rick grinned. "Besides, it's a bit too late to have doubts. You should have said something when we were talking about it." Jason sighed. "I did. You guys overruled me, remember. Primarily since you had challenged them before we talked about it." Rick grinned again. "We'll get them." "I hope so. I don't want to spend a month with boobs." He shuddered involuntarily. "Besides, my girlfriend wouldn't like it much if I ended up with bigger tits than her." Kevin arrived on the set - an outdoor, woodsy field, really - for Combat Spell-Ball. The game was new to the Wiz-TV lineup, and was derived from paint-ball games. Kevin clipped a microphone on his jacket, then walked up to the two team captains. "Are you guys all set?" he asked. Both scowled at each other, then nodded to Kevin. "Okay, let's get ready to tape." Kevin noticed that a member of one team was trying to flirt with one of his camera girls. Kevin smiled to himself. They guy would probably have been upset to learn that his camera girl, a very buxom redhead, used to be a guy. After the guy stomped off, Kevin called his production crew together for a quick review. "I wish you'd drop this game," a cigar-chomping cameraman stated flatly. "The angles suck, and it takes too many cameras to cover the action." "Put out that stinky thing," the redhead complained. The cigar-smoker turned and blew a cloud of smoke in her face. In response, she stuck her tongue out at him. "Morty, if you need more cameras, just give me the word," Kevin interrupted. Then he turned to the redhead. "What's with the frat guy, Jennie?" Jennie, the redhead, blushed. "He was trying to hit on me." Then she giggled. "I told him I'd think about it - if he didn't have boobs when the show was over." Morty chortled - it was even money that the poor guy would have boobs by the end of the day. Kevin was interrupted by his producer. "We're all set, as soon as the cameras are." Jennie stuck her tongue out at him, too. Kevin watched until the camera light turned red. "Welcome to Wiz-TV, and another episode of Combat Spell-Ball. Today, we have the Alpha Iota fraternity as the green team, and the Gamma Omega fraternity as the red team. Captain of the green team is Ralph Jackson, fraternity president." The camera swung to Ralph, and he smiled pleasantly. "Captain of the reds is Jason Smith." Kevin gave him a moment to smile for the camera, then continued. "Today's match is a grudge match between the fraternities. Both accuse each other of trying to cheat at last year's Interfraternity Greek Games. Today's game will settle the score between them." Kevin smiled pleasantly. Nothing like a grudge match to give an exciting contest. "You know the rules. Each side has a 'flag' to protect, while simultaneously trying to capture the enemy flag. The spell-ball guns fire random spell-balls. A hit causes temporary immobility as well as the effect of the spell. You win by protecting your own flag while capturing the enemy's flag. At the end of the game, the winner has all spells undone. The loser spends a month under the spells. If the game is a draw, both sides spend a month under the spells." Kevin smiled. "And just to make sure no-one hides to avoid being shot, when the game ends, all members of the losing team have the same spell effects as determined by the winning team." From the corner of his eye, Kevin saw Jason Smith gulp. He smiled. "Are we all ready?" The staff gave each team their spell-ball guns, and led them to their starting positions. Kevin waited until his crews signaled their readiness, then he blew a ceremonial whistle, starting the competition. Jason was leader of the red team for a reason - he had been in the Army, and knew a few things about squad tactics. He left part of his squad deployed carefully to defend his flag - including a couple of snipers. The rest he formed into two assault teams. They would use one to draw out the enemy defenders, then flank them with the second. If everything went well, they'd capture the flag, inflict lots of spells on the Alphas, and win the round. Jason saw a slight movement in the brush ahead of him and froze. He carefully pointed his spell-gun toward the movement, and waited. After a moment, he saw one of the Alphas slowly creeping forward. Jason pulled the trigger, and saw a flash envelope the Alpha. In slow motion, the guy began to morph; shorter, longer hair, and boobs growing on his chest. Jason was so astounded that he almost missed the movement to his left. At the last moment, he ducked, and realized that a spell-ball had just sailed over his head. Jason ducked behind a tree, then rolled to get to better cover. Even as he did, however, he realized his mistake. His squad had been perilously close to the bounds markers, and he rolled part way out-of-bounds. Even as he tried to get back in-bounds, he felt himself changing. "Damn" he muttered, surprising himself with his high-pitched voice. He felt his chest swelling outwards, straining against his shirt. He remembered the briefing - out-of- bounds was automatic gender-change, with double-sized boobs. Jason heard another spell-ball sail over his head, and decided to get to better cover. He started his dash just as another spell-ball hit him in the back. Jason felt the changes as his clothes changed to a tiny thong bikini, and his boots became very high heels. He tripped, and fell into a bush, temporarily immobilized by the spell-ball. When the immobility wore off, Jason crawled forward, awkwardly because of his changed form. He saw another Alpha, and shot him with a spell-ball. A few moments later, he spotted a large-breasted woman, and was about to shoot, when he saw the red band on her arm. Another member of his team. He frowned. Slowly, he continued his crawl forward, still seeking the enemy flag. A couple more Alphas were hit by spell-balls - one had already been hit by three or four, judging by how much of a bimbo he looked like - and then Jason had a view of the Green flag. He drew himself into a crouch, and motioned for his team-mate to cover him, then he began a dash to grab the flag. He ducked and dodged, awkwardly because of the big tits bouncing on his chest, then dived for the flag, while spell-balls whistled through the air around him. He was almost there. Then he heard the horn, seconds before his hand grasped the flag. Game over. Jason knocked the flag down in frustration. The Alphas were grinning as the rest of the Gammas came out of the woods. Jason saw that most of his team had been hit, most of them multiple times judging by the big boobs and skimpy clothes. As Jason watched in humiliation, the Alphas hoisted the Red team flag, and changed back to their normal forms. Ralph Jackson sauntered over to Jason. "I guess we settled who is the better frat," he gloated. He turned to Kevin Munson. "Anyone who hasn't changed, I want them to have the same effects Jason here has." He eyed Jason's new figure from top to bottom and back up. "Yeah, I think they'll do well with this kind of curves." As Jason stood, flushed with embarrassment, the Alphas all flocked by, hooting and making lewd noises and gestures. Jason didn't understand - they had the tactics on their side. Finally, one of the Alphas stopped in front of him. "Don't mess with a Marine," he sneered. Jason's eyes widened. "That's right. Me and a couple of the boys are Marines. Your army tactics didn't stand a chance." He laughed as he marched off to join the rest of his buddies. Rick walked unsteadily to Jason's side, still not used to the wider hips and altered center of gravity. Jason turned to him, but Rick raised his hands. "Don't say it," he said in a rich and sexy contralto voice. Wordlessly, they crawled into their van and drove back to the frat house. As expected, an assortment of girlfriends were waiting for their arrival. Jason climbed out of the van, walking unsteadily on his high heels, and braced himself. "Jason?" a girl cried out as she ran up to him. "Is that you?" Jason dropped his head and nodded slightly. "We lost, Tiff," he said softly. "I can tell," Tiffany answered in awe. "Damn if you don't look hot!" she finally exclaimed. Jason looked up, and Tiffany saw anger burning in his eyes. "Don't rub it in! And we have to stay like this for a whole month!" Tiffany suddenly felt sorry for Jason. "Would it help if I moved in for the month?" Jason nodded. "I guess this is the Gamma Omega sorority for the next month. Might as well have all you join us, since we're all girls." Tiffany grinned. "Let's go get my things." She grabbed Jason's arm, then paused. "Oh, and we simply have to go shopping!" she declared. "Shopping?" Jason exclaimed. "How can you think of shopping at a time like this?" Tiffany smiled, then looked down at Jason's string bikini. "Easy. Unless you prefer to spend the next month in a bikini." She grabbed Jason's arm and led him toward her car. "I'm sure glad you're going to help me through this," Jason said softly. "But, well, I just regret we won't be able to, you know..." Tiffany smiled. "Who says we can't?" she said coyly. CHAPTER 2 Kevin Munson drove to yet another location shoot. This time, the game was "Macho Man". Kevin grabbed the microphone, and the cameras started to film. "Welcome to another episode of Macho Man. As you remember, at the end of last week, we had eleven contestants still in the running for the $1 Million grand prize." Kevin knew that this part was just going to be voice- over on the highlight film from last week's installment. "Of the 48 men who started the series, eleven made the cut through the first six contests. Last week's challenge was the mud slide. These eleven men, all seeking the title of Macho Man and the prize money, strapped themselves behind a log, which was then dragged through our very muddy obstacle course. Any man who dropped out - who let go - was disqualified. And of course, we all know the penalty for being disqualified from the Macho Man contest." Kevin knew that the video would show some contestants changing into beautiful, well- endowed women as soon as they were disqualified. "All contestants who drop out get a consolation prize - spending a year as a woman. And not just any woman, but every man's dream woman, just so everyone knows that they failed to be a Macho Man." Kevin remembered with a smile the looks on some of the men's faces as they let go of the log. Even as they pitched into the mud, their bodies were changing. By the time they pulled themselves from the mud, they were big- boobed mud wrestlers, in skimpy bikinis and covered head-to-toe in muck and mud. The audience was loving the show - ratings had been great. Now all his staff had to do was think of new and bizarre contests for the next round. "And now, today's contestants. The surviving six men, still seeking the title of Macho Man." The camera panned over the men, some of whom looked less than confident. "Today, we have the snake pit." One of the men flushed. "Our contestants each have ten minutes to get through the snake pit. Or be disqualified." Kevin grinned. The camera panned to the snake pit - a long, rectangular pit filled with a squirming mass of snakes. "Of course, these are non-poisonous snakes. After all, we only want to change the losers, not kill them." He grinned widely for the camera, knowing that the audience would love it. The men started forward hesitantly, but Kevin raised his hands suddenly. "Wait a minute. If you're going to go through a snake pit, you have to do it like snakes! Slithering on your bellies!" The show's staff tied the arms and hands of the contestants. One man, speaking Spanish, crossed himself before being trussed up. Then the staff bound the legs of the contestants. When all was ready, Kevin got a signal. "Okay, contestants. Into the pit!" Before the staff could push the men in, one man screamed, the man who had looked nervous before, and lunged away from the snake pit, struggling to free himself from his bindings. "Snakes," he whimpered as he rolled and struggled to free himself. But even as he did so, the spells took over, and his still-bound body began to shift, his chest swelling outward, the still- expanding boobs tearing his shirt asunder. His hands came free of their bindings, mostly because his hands and arms were much more delicate, less muscular after the spell completed his transformation to female form. Even as the staff started to undo his bindings, he was still whimpering about snakes, albeit in a much higher voice. Kevin was pleased. The slow-mo camera replays of this would be worth big ratings, especially since the man hadn't even made it into the pit. The man clutched at his chest, trying in vain to contain his huge bouncing boobs in his tiny feminine hands as a staff member led him away from the pit. Kevin stretched in his chair again. He was tired, but still trying to work out some way to solve the ratings problems. Behind him, his girlfriend Natalie, herself a wizard too, rubbed his shoulders, then leaned over and nibbled on his neck. "How about a little break?" she said seductively. Kevin turned, lifted his head, and gave her a quick kiss. "The backrub is nice." He gave her another kiss. "But I've got a lot on my mind right now." Natalie planted her lips firmly on his, intent on distracting him. A knock on his door interrupted them. They both looked up, startled, as Kevin's intern came in. "You're interrupting us," Natalie snapped, then she waved her hands. The intern froze for a moment as his body began rapidly shifting - he grew shorter, his waist contracted, while his chest and hips swelled. Auburn hair spilled down his shoulders to the small of his back, while his clothes rearranged themselves into a skirt and blouse. Kevin frowned. "I wish you'd stop doing that," he muttered to Natalie. Natalie smiled innocently. "He just needs to learn that a girl doesn't like romance to be interrupted," she said sweetly as she strode lightly from the office. Munson sighed. "Women," he muttered to himself. Then he looked up at his intern. "What do you want, Gary?" The intern was holding his large breasts in his now-delicate hands, his mouth open in shock. He glanced up quickly, and gulped. "Well," he began, then gasped at the sound of his own voice, now high-pitched and sexy. Munson rolled his eyes. "Look, Gary, men get changed into women all the time. Get over it and tell me what's on your mind." Gary straightened, and set his boobs jiggling. He quickly clasped them in his hands to stop the unfamiliar motion, then looked back at his boss. "Well, um..." he began, "I was thinking about ideas for a new show," he said meekly. Kevin's eyes lit up. "A new show?" Gary calmed. His boss seemed receptive to a new idea. "Yeah, well you know how the Japanese have big mazes that people pay to go through? What if there was a show about a magic maze, with competition to see who could get through it first?" Kevin was out of his chair, suddenly animated. "Sort of a modern labyrinth? Hmmm. It has possibilities. Let's see - two mazes? Side-by-side competition? Or do we do it timed, with only one maze?" Kevin was pacing the floor now, engrossed in the idea. "Some magical transformation obstacles?" He stroked his chin for a moment, then turned to Gary. "I like it! It has potential!" He dashed to the phone and quickly dialed a number. "Ron? Get your team together. I think we've got a new program concept. I'll be right down." He hung up the phone, and as he dashed from his office, called over his shoulder. "Great work, kid. Take the rest of the day off!" Gary stood helplessly in Kevin's office, ultra-feminine in every respect, and his boss had just forgotten about Gary's transformation in his excitement over the new idea. CHAPTER 3 The production team was assembled by the time Kevin arrived on the set. And what a set! The ten-foot walls of the maze dominated the studio, a veritable block in the middle of the vast sound stage, and hundreds of lights shone brightly into the interior of the maze. Dozens of cameras were prepared to focus on the action within the maze, while high overhead, viewing stands allowed the live audience to see some of the action within the walls of the maze. "Dammit, Kevin," the cigar-chomping Morty grumbled as Kevin joined the group, "you've done it again! This thing is impossible to shoot!" Kevin waved off his complaining. "Morty, you complain about everything." He turned to Tiffany, his redheaded camera girl (and former guy). "What about it, Tiff?" Tiffany bit her lip. "Morty's right, boss. Overheads are easy to cover, but they won't play. We need good body and face shots, and they're tough with these walls." Kevin saw the entire camera crew nodding in agreement. "And if a contestant ducks around a corner - poof! He's gone! It takes too much time to move the cameras to pick him up." "More cameras?" Kevin asked hopefully. Morty shook his head. "They're going to be all over each other. It'd be a mess." Kevin grimmaced. "Ouch!" Then his face lit up. "Tiff just said it. If it wasn't for the walls..." Tiffany snorted. "A maze without walls..." Kevin smiled. "The contestants will be able to see them, but the cameras won't! At least, not the walls between the camera and the contestant. Would that work?" Morty thought for moment, then blew out a noxious cloud of cigar smoke. "Damn, boss, I think that'd do it!" "Let's try it that way, then." Kevin thought for a moment, then waved his hands and incanted, casting a spell on the cameras. As the camera crews began to reposition their equipment, Kevin quickly left the production crew and strode into a meeting room, where a group was waiting. "Okay, are these the contestants?" Kevin quickly introduced himself to the contestants, then sat down. "Okay, you guys have volunteered to help us test our new game show, right? Let's go over the premise just for clarity, okay?" Kevin waited for the nods. "This is a contest to run through a maze. The maze is full of magic traps to make your challenge more difficult - and fun. Some of the corridors have fog in them, to make it hard to pick out your path. Sometimes the fog has magic spells - you know the type, of course. Gender change, clothing change, slowness, and so forth." Kevin watched with amusement as some of the test subjects gulped. "There are other traps as well. Some of the intersections are teleporters - they take you to another part of the maze. One part of each maze is mirrors, and some of the mirrors themselves are traps - if you bump into a trap mirror, it takes you to a penalty box for a few minutes." One of the contestants cleared his throat. "Penalty box?" Kevin smiled. "For our prime-time version, the penalty box includes being a baby in a crib, and other assorted fun. In the late-night version, it might be a time in a 'feature film'" The guy grinned. "A porn scene?" Kevin smiled. "Yes, but you won't be the guy in the scene." The guys all gulped at this news. Kevin continued. "Now the maze has two exits. One exit cancels all spells, assuming that your opponent hasn't already exited. The other leaves the spells intact." Kevin drank a sip of coffee, which his intern had just handed him. "Now, we have three different formats we are going to try. First is the head-to-head competition. Two of you will compete in identical mazes. First one out wins." One contestant spoke up. "What do we win?" Kevin smiled. "In this test, we have a $500 prize for each winner. In the actual show, the winner will get a $10,000 prize. Also, the loser has to live with the spells intact for a month." Kevin recognized the looks on the guys' faces. "You are each getting $1000 for helping us - don't complain. Now, where was I? The second format is the timed run. Each contestant will go through the maze separately, and the best time wins. In this format, we can have more than two contestants. The final format is the free-for-all. Four or more will compete in a larger maze, and only the first one out wins." Kevin leaned back and took another sip of coffee. "Does everyone understand?" He paused, and watched the nods. "Okay. Just to keep things fair, everyone not competing will be kept in a waiting room, to ensure that no-one can see what any other contestants are doing. We wouldn't want anyone to have an unfair advantage now, would we." Nervously, the first two contestants stepped to the maze entrance. They were the first test subjects for the head-to-head format. When the buzzer sounded to start the contest, both immediately stepped into their respective mazes. One kid started with a methodical left-wall approach, which made Kevin grin. Very soon, he hit a dead end, and as he turned, the slow spell took effect. In slow motion, he continued his trek - until he hit a teleporter. From the teleporter, he was quickly lost - the left-wall strategy was useless. Meanwhile, the second guy started on a random path, and stumbled into a fog. Even as he ran through the fog, he was changing, and within seconds, his shirt was nearly ripped open by the generous breasts he now sported, while his pants were very tight around his round hips and ass. Without realizing the enormity of changes, he turned, and found himself in the mirrored section of the maze, and staring at the blond buxomy goddess he had been transformed into. He - she - screamed, and ran away from the mirrors. And promptly stepped onto a trap, which increased his breast size. The first contestant was moving slowly through the maze, not from the slow spell which had by now worn off, but from caution. He stepped into a trapped intersection, and was transformed into a gorgeous red-head. Eventually, the first contestant emerged triumphant, and the second guy was teleported out, with huge tits, long wavy blond hair, a thong bikini, very high heels, and a very chagrined look on his face. Kevin watched the remainder of the afternoon for the other test runs. The timed-run went a little faster, since no-one knew how fast the others had run, and more contestants were able to participate. Finally, the free-for-all match occurred. Five contestants entered the maze, and after a few minutes, a winner emerged. As the contestants were debriefed by the production staff, Kevin sat, almost sulking. It was a good idea - but something was missing. Then he noticed his intern lurking behind him. "Well, what did you think?" he asked. Gary shrugged. "Kind of slow," he answered uneasily, still not used to his new feminine voice. Kevin nodded. "It's missing something. No zing." "How about if you added spell-ball guns to the free-for-all? Like the Doom death match?" Kevin perked up. "It'd give the contestants something to do besides running through the maze - they could go after each other. Especially the grudge matches. They might forget about the exit for a few minutes, and end up with more spells and changes." Kevin grinned. "That'd do it!" Then he frowned. "But what about the other matches?" Then he snapped his fingers. "How about if we put spell-ball guns on maze robots? Something to chase the contestants a bit?" Kevin's face lit up. "Let's get the changes made, then get this on the schedule." Gary smiled. "Since you're in a good mood, can you talk to Natalie about changing me back?" Kevin stopped and stared at Gary. "Oh, yeah. She hasn't changed you back yet? I'll talk to her." Gary smiled. "And you're late for the Magic Court show." Kevin got a shocked look on his face, then dashed out of the studio. One of the testers, still changed, saw him running out. "Mr. Munson? Hey? Can you change us back?" He saw that Munson was gone. "Damn!" he muttered. And I had a date tonight!" Kevin appeared on the set of the Magic Court show just in time. The production assistant clipped a microphone to his lapel, and the camera started rolling. "Welcome to another episode of the Magic Court. I'm Kevin Munson, your host. Today, we have a case of possible animal abuse." Kevin smiled when he read the case. Too many cases lately had been domestic abuse or harassment, where the guilty man inevitably ended up being changed to a woman for a month as his sentence. This one had potential. "Our plaintiff today is Mrs. Haversham. She claims that the defendant, Mr. Kleinman, her neighbor, abused her dog Scruffy." The cameras panned to Mrs. Haversham and her dog Scruffy, a golden retriever, then to Mr. Kleinman. "And you, the studio audience, are the jury." "Mrs. Haversham?" "Over the past few weeks, I kept hearing Scruffy yelping when he was outside. I didn't think anything of it, until one night his yelping kept on and on. I went outside and saw Kleinman holding his collar and kicking him." Kleinman interrupted. "That's not true. I was merely playing with the mutt." Kevin glared at him, and cut him off. "Continue, Mrs. Haversham." "When I confronted him, he complained that my Scruffy had been digging in his flower beds, and I was lucky he hadn't had Scruffy put down." She wiped the tears from her eyes. A few minutes of arguments, and Kevin was sure he knew the facts of the case. Then he turned the case over to the audience for judgement. Overwhelmingly, everyone agreed that Mr. Kleinman had been abusing the dog, and without provocation. "It is the decision of this court that you are guilty, Mr. Kleinman, of cruelty to Mrs. Haversham's dog Scruffy. Mrs. Haversham, do you have a punishment to suggest?" Mrs. Haversham stepped up and whispered in Kevin's ear. He smiled. "Yes, I think spending some time as Scruffy's playmate would teach Mr. Kleinman a lesson." Even as Kleinman opened his mouth in protest, Kevin waved his hands and Kleinman changed. Into a dog. Another golden retriever. Scruffy looked at the new dog, and came over to smell it. Then, to the laughter of the audience, Scruffy moved behind the new dog and mounted the former Mr. Kleinman. Kevin smiled. "Thank you for tuning in to Magic Court. We'll see you next week." CHAPTER 4 Kevin walked onto the Labyrinth sound stage, and shook his head at the chaos he saw. Morty - he assumed it was Morty because of the ever-present stinky cigar - was trying to get his camera crews organized again. This was difficult, since Morty's loud deep voice was now a soprano, matching his new delicate feminine form. One of his assistants was moving in slow motion, and Tiffany was giggling delightedly as she flounced around her massive boobs. The rest of the production cast was not in much better shape. "What the hell happened here?" Kevin roared, bringing pause to the confusion. One girl meekly opened her mouth. "I was bringing in the spell-ball guns, and I tripped." Kevin just looked skyward and shook his head. "Why me?" he said softly. After a heavy sigh, he looked back at his crew. "We'll figure out how to undo this mess after the show. Morty - get your cameras ready." He turned back to the girl. "You - go get another set of guns." The girl scurried off. "And don't drop them this time!" Kevin pried Tiffany's hands off him. "Tiff, get back to your camera!" "Oh, that's no fun," she pouted. "Wouldn't you rather do something more interesting?" She was rubbing her immense tits on Kevin seductively. Kevin pushed her away, and turned to a production assistant. "Get her off the set," he yelled. As the guy started to lead Tiffany away, Tiffany began heavily flirting with him. Kevin yelled out after them, "And get her into a cold shower!" Kevin turned back to his production manager. "Are the contestants ready? So we're all set as soon as we get the guns here? Good." Kevin let another assistant clip a microphone onto his jacket, then stepped onto the set. "Ready in three, two, one," a voice called out. Kevin smiled as the camera lights went red. "Good evening. Wiz-TV is proud to bring you an all-new game show, the Labyrinth!" He smiled, knowing that the cameras were panning over the maze complex to give the audience a preview. "We play this game a number of different ways. Tonight's game is a simple contest. Two contestants, each in an identical maze, competing to see who can come out of the maze first. The winner gets a $10,000 prize. The loser..." Kevin grinned, "well, you all know here on Wiz-TV the losers usually get to spend some time living with their changes." He paused for the studio audience's applause (prompted by the signs, of course). "Of course, to make things more interesting, the maze is full of traps and tricks. The contestant's job is to avoid as many as possible and be the first one out. And now, let's meet tonight's contestants." As background music played and the audience applauded, the two contestants came onto stage. "First, we have Mark Johnson, a sophmore at our local college." The kid tried to smile for the cameras, but was clearly suffering from nerves. "What brings you to our competition tonight, Mark?" Mark, a bookish-looking pimply college kid, tried to clear his throat. "I need some money to stay in school, and my friends convinced me this would be a fun way to earn it." "And our other competitor is Derrick Jones, a cornerback with our semi-pro football team. Derrick, you certainly can't be here for the money or fame." Derrick, a very athletically built black man, shook his head. "No, man. I don't need none of that." His voice softened, so that Kevin could barely hear. "I lost a bet with my woman." Kevin smiled. "A bet?" This was going to be good. Derrick frowned. "Yeah. If I win, I got to take her to Hawaii with the prize money." "And if you lose?" Derrick growled. "Man, ain't no way I'm goin' to lose!" Kevin turned back to the cameras. He had a sneaking suspicion that this was going to be a good match. After a commercial break, the game began. The pro football player started with the strategy of running quickly through the maze, and as quickly found himself not only slowed by a trap, but hit by a spell-ball and changed into a woman. The kid, on the other hand, was trying to be more careful. He managed to avoid one intersection trap, but ran into a mist, which left him a voluptuous girl. And then he got hit by a spell-robot which had sneaked up behind him. He ran away, and tripped over another trap, ending up with high-heels and a very short leather skirt. Caution went to the wind, and he turned and tried to run as another spell-bot approached. Meanwhile the football player stumbled into the mirrored section. He paused when he saw his reflection - long enough to get hit by another spell-ball, which doubled his breast size. Now nearing panic, he ducked into the mirrors, and promptly got lost. The college boy bumped into a trap wall, and found himself teleported into a porn movie set. Instantly, his clothing dissolved, his tits grew to mammoth proportions, and he found himself on all fours on a satin-covered bed. As he tried to figure out what was happening, he felt a large dick sliding between his legs and entering him from behind. He tried to scream, but it came out a sexy moan as he felt the actor pumping in and out of his wet pussy. To his shock, he found himself enjoying being fucked. While Mark spent his time-out being a porno actress, Derrick hobbled through his own maze. He had tripped over another trap, and was teleported to another part of the maze. Now hopelessly lost, he ducked around a corner just as a spell-bot fired at him. He was having a hard time running, what with his massive boobs jiggling and bouncing, and wearing spike high heels. Derrick glanced down at himself. If he were still a man, he'd have been turned on. As it was, he was desperate to find his way out of this maze. Mark reappeared in the maze, his body restored to the size it had been just before he went into the penalty box. He turned around a few corners, and saw what looked like an exit. As he tried to decide whether he should take it, he heard a spell-bot coming up behind him. Without any further prodding, he dove through the exit. And ended up outside the maze, with the crowd cheering wildly. He straightened himself up, and found that his body was back to normal. Mark began to grin as Kevin came up to congratulate him. And as Kevin shook his hand, Derrick appeared from within the maze, still a large-breasted black woman. "Well, Mark," Kevin announced, "congratulations on your win. You know, when you got into the penalty box, some people thought you were done for." Mark blushed, knowing that the audience had just watched him get screwed as a woman - and apparently enjoy it. "I'm just glad I won," he said sheepishly. Kevin turned to Derrick, and saw that his 'woman' had joined him on stage. He smiled as he heard the argument. "Ain't no way I'm goin' out tonight, woman!" Derrick screamed. The threat sounded unimpressive, given Derrick's sultry feminine voice. "Girlfriend," his girlfriend said in a mocking tone, "we're goin to get you all dressed up, and then we're goin out tonight. We're goin to those parties you like to go to." "I ain't goin out like this," Derrick protested weakly, clutching his massive boobs. "No way I'm goin to be seen like this!" "Oh yes you are, girl!" his girlfriend chided. "You're goin to the parties, and you're goin to find out just why I don't like to go!" She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him from the stage, still talking. "Let's see how you handle having paws all over you for a change. And girl, with them melons, whoa, you're gonna be popular tonight!" Kevin laughed as they left the stage, then turned back to the camera. "This is Kevin Munson, inviting you to tune in again next week for another round of Labyrinth." CHAPTER 5 Kevin Munson sat happily in his office chair, talking with Natalie. He was immensely satisfied with the new show, Labyrinth. The ratings were off the chart, and enough contestants had been lined up for months of shows. "Since the ratings are so good, can I pry you away for an evening?" Natalie asked coyly. Kevin grinned. "It's been a while since we've had an evening together," he admitted. "Damn right, it's been a while!" Natalie agreed. "So how about a nice romantic dinner, followed by dessert at my place?" Kevin smiled. He was about to answer when the door opened. Both looked up, and frowned simultaneously as Kevin's intern Gary came in. "Sorry to interrupt," Gary giggled. "I thought you changed him back," Natalie and Kevin both said at the same time. "You mean you didn't change him back," Kevin asked. "I can't - it's not my spell on him." Natalie frowned. "I can't detect my own spell on him - I thought you had done it." Kevin scowled deeply. "No, remember you changed him." Kevin concentrated, then waved his hands a bit. "Funny, I can't detect any magic on him." Kevin rose from his chair and walked around, looking intently at Gary. "Does he look any different to you?" he asked finally. Natalie had joined him, circling Gary like vultures, studying the former male intern from head to foot. "Yeah, now that you mention it, he does. Gary, have you noticed any changes lately?" Gary frowned for a moment, then smiled. "I decided to go by Gerri, now. It's more appropriate, don't you think? And yes, my boobies have gotten bigger." She leaned over toward Natalie and giggled, "And so much more sensitive, too." Kevin waved his arms, incanting, and was rewarded with nothing. Gerri stood there, still a woman. Natalie tried the same thing, and again nothing happened. Natalie frowned. "Has anyone else done any magic to you? Given you any amulet or bracelet?" Gerri thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No. Not that I can remember." At that moment, the intercom buzzed. Kevin punched the button. "Yes?" His secretary's voice answered. "Some members of the Gamma Omega fraternity are here to see you." Kevin turned to Natalie. "Gamma Omega? Oh yeah. The two fraternities from the spell-ball game a few weeks ago. I'd better go see what's up." He strode purposefully out of his office. Gerri watched him walk out. "He's cute!" she said softly, then turned to Natalie. "Can I ask you a personal question?" Natalie nodded. "Do you and Kevin ever, you know, do threesomes?" Natalie's jaw dropped, preventing any reply. Kevin strode to his office, and suddenly stopped. He looked over the assembled group - a gaggle of buxomy young women in skimpy outfits. He turned to his secretary, confused. "The Gamma Omega fraternity," she said, answering his question even before he could ask it. One of the girls stepped forward. "I'm Jason, president of Gamma Omega. You remember us?" Kevin nodded uncertainly. "Yes. You competed in a combat spell-ball game against another fraternity. And lost. And?" Jason hefted his boobs in his delicate hands. "We haven't changed back. The game was over five weeks ago. The spell was supposed to last for one month. We haven't changed back yet!" Kevin frowned. "I'm sure it's just a minor problem. Nothing to worry about. We can fix things in a few moments." Jason looked like he was going to cry. "Nothing to worry about? Look at us!" Kevin noticed that the girls were very feminine and endowed. In fact, they looked more feminine and had bigger boobs than usual. One of the girls was absently filing her nails, like nothing was wrong at all. "You look like normal girls," Kevin answered slowly. "Like most recipients of the gender spells." "Normal girls don't have an F-cup bra!" Jason cried. "And normal girls don't try to fuck every guy in sight!" Jason was crying now. "I'm pregnant!" Kevin recoiled. This was not right. "Pregnant, damn you! So are two other girls - guys!" Jason was really letting the tears flow. "You and your stupid show have ruined our lives!" He - she - was getting hysterical. "We should sue you!" Kevin grabbed control of the situation. "This isn't right, and we'll get it fixed." He turned, and gestured toward his office door. "Let's step into my office, and we'll see what's going on here." He ushered the frat into his office, and softly closed the door. "Natalie, these are the guys from the Gamma Omega fraternity." Natalie gazed over their very feminine forms, then cocked an eyebrow. Kevin went on, "They haven't changed back." Kevin turned back to the frat members. "I'm going to check the spells on you, then turn you back. Clearly, something went wrong with the original spells." He cast a spell and slowly moved his hands near each of the frat members. Then he frowned. "Just a moment, please." Kevin went to Natalie, and spoke softly. "I can't detect any magic on them. Zero, zip, nada. Nothing." Natalie frowned. "Let me try." She repeated Kevin's spell and actions, then came back to Kevin. "I thought I picked up something for a second, but I can't detect anything either." Kevin furrowed his brow. "Just try changing them back?" he asked. Natalie nodded. Kevin turned back to the frat. "Okay, which ones are pregnant?" Natalie's eyes widened as the pregnant frat boys identified themselves. "Please move away from the rest." Jason's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Kevin cut him off. "The spell ... magic interferes with ..." he sighed finally. "I can't change you back while you're pregnant. It doesn't work that way." Jason started to cry. "So we're stuck like this?" Kevin nodded slightly. "As long as you're pregnant." He turned to the other frat members, then waved his hands as he incanted. And nothing happened. He repeated the spell, and again nothing happened. Kevin scowled, and Natalie stepped forward to try. She, likewise, got nothing. After another ten minutes of trying different spells, amulets, and charms, Kevin gave up. "I don't know what it is, but something is wrong here." He turned to usher the fraternity out of his office. "I've got to spend some time figuring out just what is wrong, then we can fix it. Look, Jason, I'll call every day. If you don't hear from me by 3:00 each day, call me. I promise I'll figure this thing out." After the frat left, Kevin and Natalie turned back to Gerri, who was sitting absently reading a magazine, her legs neatly crossed. Kevin felt uneasy - Gerri's habits were most ladylike. Kevin opened his desk and removed a locket, and handed it to Gerri. Gerri put the locket on, and then looked up at Kevin and Natalie. Kevin frowned. "That locket should have restored you." Gerri giggled. "That's okay, Mr. Munson. I've got a date tonight anyway." Sh rose, smoothed her skirt, and walked casually toward the door, pausing in the doorway to turn back. "Oh, and is it okay if I'm late tomorrow morning? I'm planning on staying up a little late tonight." Gerri giggled and sauntered out the door, leaving a very confused Kevin and Natalie. CHAPTER 6 Grant Hughs sighed and re-read the e-mail from his boss. His team had been told to expect something like this, but it was still a shock to actually be picked. Grant worked for a not-too-distinguished advertising firm, and the owner / boss, Mr. Lowry, had decided upon a stunt to get some free recognition, and possibly more business. He heard a knock on his office door - and looked up. "Come on in, Eric," he said dejectedly. In fact, Eric was almost in his office, since Grant had left the door open. "You got picked, too, I presume?" Eric said quietly. He slumped in a chair opposite Grant's. Grant sighed again. "Yup. You know who else got picked?" Eric nodded. "I've been making the rounds, checking it out after I found out my number was called. So far, Jim, Charlie, and Terry." Grant frowned. "Notice a pattern here?" Eric nodded again. "All single men. With you and I, that makes five. The note said six. Hmmmmm. I wonder if Lowry himself..." Grant cut him off. "I'd lay odds against it." Eric rose to the bait. "Why not?" Grant leaned back in his chair. "Because Lowry can't wait for us to be changed and then lose." Eric couldn't believe it. "Old man Lowry would want us to lose?" Grant permitted himself a smug grin. "Of course. Look, you haven't been with the firm long enough, but the old man has run off lots of pretty young secretaries and assistants. He's a lech. Now, imagine how he'll react if we lose and have to stay women for a month." "Why that dirty old bastard." Eric hissed. "And single guys, so he can hit on us if we lose." Grant nodded. "The note said to meet in the conference room in ten minutes." He rose from his chair. "Let's go." As Grant predicted, the old man was not one of the six men assembled in the conference room. But he came in within moments, followed closely by Kevin Munson, easily recognizable from Wiz-TV. "Boys, thanks for volunteering," Lowry said with a grin. "This stunt will bring us lots of interest from the public, and should help bring in new business." 'And give you broads to ogle and paw for a month,' Grant thought to himself. He looked up, and saw Kevin Munson staring at him, with a knowing smile. Kevin turned to Lowry. "Your team has practice this afternoon, at the beach. Are you all ready?" Kevin watched the reluctant nods, then smiled to Lowry. "Okay, let's do it then." He waved his hands and incanted over each man, who was instantly transformed into a voluptuous, over-endowed advertisement for sex. Grant found himself cradling his large boobs in his dainty hands, long brunette hair cascading down his shoulders, while his clothing had been replaced by a bikini. He was shocked at the speed and totality of the transformation. He gasped as he looked around the room, seeing the effect of the spells on the other team members. Tom was a tall, statuesque platinum blond, with ample breasts. Jim was much shorter, but equally-well endowed, and with long wavy sandy-blond hair. Charlie and Eric looked like twins, medium height, shoulder-length brown hair, and huge boobs on their stunning bodies. And poor Tony. He'd just joined the firm last week. And now he was in the body of a stripper with the biggest boobs of all. Grant watched as Kevin walked out, then saw the look on Mr. Lowry's face. No doubt about it - Lowry was looking forward to them losing. Across town, a team of disk jockeys assembled in their station's conference room, or what passed for one. Hal Johnson sat miserably in his chair. "Why the hell did you get us into this, Homer?" he asked dejectedly between sips of coffee. Another DJ, Homer, grinned. "Look, we want ratings for the Hal and Homer Morning Show?" He turned to the other guys. "And all your other shows too? This will send our ratings through the roof!" Don Sanchez smiled. "It'll be work a fortune in advertising. We'll be the first radio station to co-broadcast with Wiz-TV." "Yeah, but who the hell picked the women we'll be turned into?" Hal snarled. "Strippers? Why?" Homer grinned again. "Name recognition. And busty babes get attention." Just then, Kevin Munson strode through the door. Homer leaped to his feet and extended his hand. "Welcome to KMJC, Mr. Munson," he said warmly as he pumped Kevin's hand. Kevin smiled. "Call me Kevin. You guys all set?" He saw the nods - Hal's was reluctant - and smiled again. "I have to admire your choices in women," he said appreciatively. "These girls are hot in the stripper market." Hal nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with." Kevin nodded, and soon the assembled men looked like Tiffany Towers, Traci Topps, Letha Weapons, Dakota Kelly, Valerie Fields, and Hal was the lucky - or unlucky, if you asked him - one to be transformed into Sareena Lee. The men stood around, dazed by the changes, uncertain of their balance due to the big boobs and wide hips. Kevin smiled again. "Your team has practice on the beach at 7:00 tonight." He turned and left. The KMJC team walked awkwardly from their vans onto the beach. Around them, guys were stopping to gawk at the huge-breasted goddesses - one guy even ran his bike into a parked car as he stared. Beside Hal, now a Sareena look-alike, walked Samantha Jones, one of the station aides / assistants / secretaries. Normally, she would have gotten all the attention - while not big- breasted, her figure was quite striking, especially in a bikini (like she now wore), and topped nicely by her long wavy auburn hair. But next to the DJ team, she looked like an anemic waif. "Look at all these guys staring at us," Hal whispered to Samantha. "It's like they've never seen a girl before." Samantha choked back a laugh. As tears of mirth leaked from her eyes, she tried to sound serious. "Look, you macho studs never took us serious when we complained. Besides, all they are doing is looking." Hal snorted - a truly awkward sound with Sareena Lee's voice. "But they're staring at my boobs!" he protested. "Look at them!" Samantha smiled. "I see them. They're just normal guys. With normal hormones. Looking at attractive strippers in tiny bikinis." Hal stopped and grabbed her arm. "You're enjoying this, aren't you!" he accused. "These guys want this body! They probably want to fuck me! And you laugh at it!" He turned and stormed off toward the other DJ's. Samantha laughed again at just how his hips swayed and his boobs jiggled. As they began to practice, drawing a huge crowd of spectators, Samantha directed a van onto the beach. Hal looked up in surprise to find the station's mobile van parked on the beach, with a team setting up the equipment. He went over to Samantha. "Sam, what the hell is this for?" he demanded. Samantha smiled. "Boss said to do a live broadcast from the beach today - dry run for the games tomorrow." The mobile van was also the Magic Party Van, and soon, the party was in full force as the DJ team practiced. The DJs took turns broadcasting, introducing their new identities, and mostly enticing their loyal viewers to tune in to the live broadcast, to Wiz-TV, or to come to the beach in person to watch the games and get autographs from the transformed DJs. As they practiced, the DJs found the drawbacks of large breasts. Once practice was over, Hal sat on the sand with Samantha, holding his breasts and complaining. "My back is so sore from these things bouncing around!" he whined. "And this bikini - it's too small! Did you see my boobs popping out?" Samantha grinned. "So did everyone else. What do you think the cheering was all about anyway?" "It's so embarrassing," Hal grumbled. He tipped up his beer and drained it. He stood uneasily and dropped his beer cup. "I've got to go pee," he announced. "You're drunk," Samantha announced. "Let me come with you," she offered. Indeed, Hal was very drunk. He'd been pounding down beer like he was in his old male body. But this body was much smaller. "Nope," he said firmly as he staggered off in search of the bathrooms. That was a mistake, he later realized. It was late - the party had gone on far too long, and too much beer had been consumed. As Hal emerged from the ladies room, he bumped into a large drunk man. "Need some company, little lady?" the man asked as he wrapped his arm around Hal's waist, while simultaneously grabbing a boob with the other hand. Hal tried to fight, but found his new body was far too weak. As the man groped him, Hal felt the man rubbing his pants, with an erect dick, against him. Hal knew he was in trouble. He screamed, and the man reacted by clenching his hand over Hal's mouth. The man pushed Hal to the ground and pinned him under his bulk. Hal felt sick as the attacker's free hand started to slide toward his crotch - he knew he was going to be raped. And then suddenly, the man was grabbing his own face, screaming in agony. The would- be assailant rolled free of Hal, still clutching at his face and screaming, and Hal saw Samantha, holding a can of pepper spray aimed at the man. Samantha helped Hal into her car, then walked over to the Wiz-TV representative. "He's pretty shaken up by the whole thing," she said to the lovely lady. Natalie nodded her understanding. "They guy who tried to rape him isn't going to be doing that again for a while. Lucky for Hal you decided to follow him." She looked closely at Samantha. "You love him, don't you. At least like him a lot." Samantha bit her lip, then nodded. Natalie smiled. "Look, right now he needs someone with him." Samantha had already decided that Hal would spend the night with her, just to feel more secure. Natalie reached into her pocket and took out an amulet. "If the time is right, and you'll know if it is, put this on." Later that night, after the girls had a good cry together, Hal, in a borrowed nightie, looked up from his bed to Samantha. "Thanks. For everything." Samantha smiled. "No problem." She turned to leave, but Hal stopped her. "Look, I don't know if you realize it or not, but I care a lot about you." Samantha started to cry. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or anything," Hal said hastily. "It's just that, unlike my radio personna, I'm not very outgoing around beautiful women." Samantha came back over and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm not angry or hurt," she said softly. "In fact, I've been wondering how to get your attention for a long time now." Hal smiled. "Now look at us. We finally get to share our feelings - and I'm a big- boobed stripper." Samantha smiled. She knew it was time for whatever magic Natalie had given her. She slipped the amulet from her pocket and slid it on. Her body wavered, and within seconds, she was as male as Hal was female. Samantha playfully caressed Hal's boobs. "Right now, a big-boobed stripper looks pretty attractive to me." She leaned over and began to kiss Hal, while her new male hands began to explore. Kevin smiled at the size of the crowd. His camera teams were catching the live action, while the KMJC radio team did their own live broadcast. And the extra publicity from the radio show had brought large numbers of spectators for the action. "Excuse me, Kevin, but what does your assistant mean 'topless'?" Hal and Grant, representing the opposing teams, were both complaining. Kevin just smiled. "Topless means topless. Bouncing bare boobs. That's what gets the high ratings." "But everyone will be staring at my boobs!" Hal protested. "Exactly," Kevin smiled. He turned away to do his introductions. When he introduced the teams, they delighted the crowd, when they removed their tops, exposing mass quantities of bouncing breasts. And then the games began. The DJs seemed to be in better shape, but their big tits kept getting in their way. The ad firm won the first game easily. At the break, Hal complained to Samantha. "Damn boobs keep getting in the way. It hurts when you dive for a dig. And I can't jump to spike like I used to." Samantha ignored the comments. "Forget trying to spike. If you hadn't noticed, your opponents already did. That's why you're getting killed. Just concentrate on long volleys. Go for the lobs - they're weak in the back corners." Samantha's advice helped. The DJs won the second game, and then the third game to win the match. Hal was smiling as he dusted the sand from his boobs after the game was over. Samantha grinned watching him. He was acting like he'd been in that body for years, not days. The next game, the tug-of-war, however, didn't go well for the DJs. The office team got well anchored quickly, and when the DJs mounted an attack, the office took up some more rope. Eventually, the DJs wore out, and they were pulled one after another into the mud pit. The crowd hooted as the DJs pulled themselves from the mud, trying in vain to wipe the ooze from their overly large boobs. The radio station had a quick raffle, and the winners got to hose off the muddy DJs. The surfing competition was a sight to behold - the overly-endowed girls trying to ride their surfboards through magically-controlled waves. Probably due to their larger bouncier boobs, the DJs won by popular choice of the crowd. The next game was flag football, which the DJs won as well. In fact, the football game was a rout. The office team didn't seem to comfortable with their bodies, and a little groping seemed to distract them. On the other hand, the DJs were used to wierd publicity stunts, and used that to their advantage. Between the games, the DJs took turns broadcasting their own takes of the games, and their experiences in the new bodies. And signing autographs. Every red-blooded male on the beach wanted an autograph. Or at least, Hal thought, to pretend to get an autograph while staring at the big bare boobs on the DJs. Hal was sitting cuddling with Samantha, who was still wearing the amulet, and thus a man. The next game, the tricycle race, wasn't going to start for a few minutes, and Hal needed some time off his feet. Besides, spending time with Samantha while he was in this body was all right - especially since she was in a male body. Hal sat up when Grant sat down across from him. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Grant asked. Hal sensed a bit of desperation in his voice. "Sure." Grant seemed nervous to both Hal and Samantha. She stood quickly and departed, leaving the 'girls' to talk. "I'm not sure I know where to begin," he said softly. "Look, we have a big problem." "We - all us girls, or we - your team?" "My team," Grant replied hastily. "Look, our boss picked the team personally. It's all single guys. And he picked the girls we would be." He gestured down, then realized his boobs were small potatoes next to Hal's melons. "Well, there's not a lot of athletic talent on our team." Grant softened his voice. "We are convinced he wants us to lose. He purposely sabotaged the team so we would lose." Hal looked puzzled. "Why would he want you to lose?" Grant glanced around, then continued. "Look, this guy is a first class bastard when it comes to females in the workplace. If he didn't have some friends in high places, he'd have been sued, or in jail, or both, long ago." Hal's eyebrows raised. "So you guys think that if you lose, you'll be the subjects of his attentions for the next month." Grant nodded glumly. Hal smiled. "I'll talk to my team." He quickly rose - too quickly, since it set his boobs jiggling. "On the other hand, a month with these?" he joked. The tricycle race was a truly strange event. Each team member had to drink a beer, then drive a lap on a track, on a tricycle. This repeated until each team member had consumed six beers. And given the small stature of the women, most were uproariously drunk before the race ended. But in the end, the ad office team won. The next event was a mud wrestle. Three wrestling matches, in a mud pit. It was mostly official wrestling rules - not the pro version seen on TV. The teams got to choose who from each team would wrestle. And when the three matches were over, the ad office had won one match with a pin, and the other two were draws. Kevin stepped beside Mr. Lowry. "Your team is looking good," he commented. Mr. Lowry just gave a snort and turned an angry red. Kevin smiled - he was sure that Mr. Lowry wanted his team to lose. It was only right that they win. And without any interference on his part. As the teams prepared for the final game - the relay race - the radio station announced a wet-T-shirt contest. Hal backed away from the broadcast van, and right into Samantha. "Going somewhere?" "Anywhere but the contest," Hal stammered. "Why not?" Samantha rebutted. "Look, everyone within half a mile has been gawking at your lovely boobs for the last three hours. Why be shy now?" Hal had to admit she had a point, so he let himself be talked into joining the contest. And the contest wasn't just open to the game contestants - ten or twelve women from the crowd joined in. Hal was glad to have a T-shirt on, providing some minimal amount of modesty. He had to admit that exposing himself for the past three hours had been very embarrassing. And he caught himself with those thoughts. Why would he be embarrassed? It wasn't his body. The spectators weren't staring at his boobs. He wasn't even a woman. So why should he be embarrassed? But he still was. Hal walked across the stage, his boobs bouncing under his T-shirt. So far, so good. Nothing embarrassing. And then the water spray hit his shirt. Involuntarily, he fliched from the frigid water. Quickly, his shirt was soaked with icy water. Hal glanced down, and realized why. Not only were his nipples totally visible through the wet shirt, but the cold water had made them hard, and they now stuck out like small thimbles. The crowd hooted with appreciation. And when it was all over, Hal had won. For some strange reason, that made him feel good. And the final race was run. It was a simple relay race, each team member running one leg. But when it was over, the ad office team had won by the slimmest of margins. Hal and the DJs joined Munson and the ad office team in the announcer's circle. The ad office team was already celebrating, with hugs and high-fives all around. It was the usual post-game interviewing. How did you win? We just tried real hard and didn't give up. And so on. Finally, Kevin asked Hal what happened. They seemed to have such a commanding lead after the football game. "It's not easy running with these things," Hal hefted his large boobs, "bouncing all over the place. Whoever picked the biggest-chested strippers for our team made a mistake." Hal was clearly not happy. "You've got a month to practice," one of the ad team hooted. The audience loved it. And so did Kevin. This would definitely help the ratings. Finally, Kevin brought Grant, the ad office team captain forward. Grant said some nice things about his competitors, about the Wiz-TV folks for all their assistance, and so on. Then he whispered something into Kevin's ear. Kevin perked up. "Just a moment, folks," he said, then called Hal into conference. The trio huddled for a few seconds, then Kevin turned back to the camera, his face beaming. "Well, you know how this game is played - the winner gets their bodies back, while the losers spend a month in their female bodies? Well, that's not exactly how the rules read. In fact, the winners get to choose their fate. And with the consent of the losing team, we have that fate." He smiled, then waved his hands. Instantly, the ad team turned back into their normal bodies. And then the camera panned to catch the team sponsor, Mr. Lowry, as he changed into a very well-endowed woman. Hal grabbed the microphone. "Since their boss has to share our fate for a month, we decided he should look like us. And who better than Busty Dusty?" Indeed, Mr. Lowry now looked like the over-endowed stripper named Busty Dusty, clad in a tiny bikini which gave almost no cover to his now massive boobs. He screamed as he clutched at his enlarged chest, then ran from the area, his boobs bouncing and swaying awkwardly. Grant and the ad team laughed so hard their eyes were watering. Kevin just smiled, anticipating the ratings. Samantha met Hal as the crowd was dispersing. As they drove back to her apartment, she couldn't contain her curiousity any longer. "That was a setup, wasn't it." she said with certainty. Hal nodded. "Their boss was hoping they'd lose, so he could paw them for the next month. When they won, it was only fair that they turned the tables." "But you guys were way ahead! And you couldn't have..." Realization dawned on her face. "You guys threw the games!" Hal blushed. "Well, yes. The gimmick should help our ratings!" he protested weakly. Samantha snorted. "Ratings, schmatings! You were just being nice guys! Admit it!" Then she grinned. "If you have to be a woman for the next month, how would you feel if I stayed a guy?" Hal's grin was all the answer she needed. CHAPTER 7 Gerri walked nervously into Kevin's office. Mr. Munson and Natalie were already seated, and Kevin gestured for him to take a seat. Gerri gulped as she did. Kevin let her sit nervously for a few moments, then set down the folder he and Natalie had been working on. "Your internship is up at the end of the week, right?" Gerri nodded. "Yes, sir." Without changing his expression, Kevin continued. "At the end of every internship, we review the performance of our interns. This review becomes part of your college records." He paused for effect, and watched Gerri squirm. Natalie interrupted. "Cut the crap, Kevin. You're scaring the poor girl!" Natalie smiled. "You've done an outstanding job. We're both impressed, but since Kevin is the boss, my opinion doesn't count for much." Kevin continued. "You've even got credit for creating a new show concept." Gerri's mouth dropped open. "That's right. We don't steal credit around here. The Labyrinth show was your idea - you should get the credit for it. And since you've done such a good job, we are hoping that you'll do another internship with us next year." Gerri nearly fainted, then composed herself. This was big, getting credit for a game show. "Thank you, sir," she blurted out. "I'd love to come back. In fact, I'm transferring to the local college this semester, so it'd be easier for me to do another internship." Kevin smiled. "If you'll be at the local college, maybe we can do better than an internship. How would you like a part-time job here? Starting at your convenience?" Gerri was stunned - his gaping mouth betrayed that. "Don't just sit there - say you'll take it." "I'll take it!" Gerri said enthusiastically as she bounced in the chair. Her hands rose to cover his mouth - a very feminine gesture, and Natalie saw tears of joy in the corners of Gerri's eyes. Natalie turned to Kevin. "Still haven't figured out how to change Gerri back?" Kevin frowned. "Nope. You haven't either, I take it." It was Natalie's turn to frown. Then she turned back to Gerri. "Gerri, please stand up, and slowly turn around." Gerri did so, and Natalie scowled. "Have you noticed anything different?" Gerri blushed. "Oh yes. My boobies are bigger!" She giggled. "Isn't it neat?" She thrust her shoulders back, pushing his boobs outward. "They're nice, aren't they? I mean, they're not too big, are they?" Then Gerri looked at her watch - a dainty, feminine thing. "Oh my! I've got to run! I've got to get my hair done before Rod picks me up!" Natalie smiled at Gerri. "Of course not, dear. I was leaving too. I'll walk out with you." The two left the office together, Gerri chatting like an excited schoolgirl. Fifteen minutes later, Natalie came back into the office and plopped down heavily. "Something is wrong, Kevin." Kevin nodded his head. "You tried changing him back again?" Natalie nodded. "I tried everything I knew of. But that's not the worst part. Did you notice that Gerri is starting to act like a girl? Her body is changing more every day, too. She's grown at least two cup sizes in the last week and a half. She wanted to get her hair done - said it's impossible to do anything with it like it is!" She scowled. "Damn, Kevin, she's getting so feminine I have a hard time not thinking of Gary as a she, as Gerri!" Natalie smacked the arm of her chair in frustration. "Dammit, Kevin, it's like there's some wild magic running through Gary - and it's turning him into a sex kitten!" Kevin was bolt-upright in his chair. "What makes you say sex kitten?" Natalie scowled. "On the way out, Gerri asked if I'd noticed the cameraman? Gerri said that he looked hot, and maybe Gerri should try to screw him. When I asked, Gerri admitted to having sex. Lots of sex. With lots of guys. And the other day, Gerri had the nerve to ask if you and I would ever consider a threesome!" Kevin and Natalie were trying to enjoy a quiet dinner. But Kevin was highly distracted by recent events. The primary topic of discussion was why some of the spells weren't wearing off, and why Kevin couldn't change them himself. "Mr. Munson," a voice demanded, interrupting Kevin's train of thought. "I need to talk to you right now!" Kevin looked up, and smiled. "Natalie, you remember Kerri?" Natalie shook her head. "Kerri is Ken during the regular season. He plays on the Nymphs for me." Kerri looked peeved. "Played, Mr. Munson. The season is over, remember?" Kevin frowned. "Oh, yeah. Too bad about the playoffs - we should have won." Kerri nodded agreement. "But the season is over." "And?" Kerri frowned, then opened her arms to show off her body. "And look at me! I'm still a woman!" Kevin scowled, then glanced at Natalie, and saw that she, too, was showing her concern. "I must have forgotten to change you back. Things have been a bit hectic around here lately." Kerri smiled. "Yeah, I love the new maze show, and the combat spell-ball game is pretty good too." Then she frowned again. "I still need to get changed back." Kevin nodded, then cast a spell. When nothing happened, he glanced at Natalie, now obviously worried. He tried another spell, and again, nothing happened. Kerri saw the concern on Kevin's face. "What's wrong? Why didn't you change me back?" When Kevin didn't answer, Kerri started to panic. "You've got to change me back now! Spring training starts in a couple of weeks, and I can't report like this!" Kerri started to sob. "And my family wants Ken back!" Natalie rushed to Kerri's side, and grabbed her arm, guiding her to a chair, where she collapsed, sobbing. Minutes later, Kerri seemed perky again. "I've got to go powder my nose," she said happily. "And fix my makeup! I must look terrible! I bet my mascara ran, too!" She bounced to her feet, and picked up her purse, heading for the door. "And maybe I need to go shopping - that always cheers me up!" Natalie looked at Kevin, who nodded imperceptibly. "I'll go with you," she said soothingly. Together, the two women left Kevin's office, with Kerri chatting happily like nothing in the world was wrong. Natalie glanced over her shoulder at Kevin, and her expression betrayed her growing concern. It was a very late night at Kevin's office. All the staff had gone home, but he sat in his chair, waiting, staring into space. Finally, Natalie came in and sat down across his desk. She waited silently for several minutes, until finally Kevin spun his chair around to face her, his fingers steepled in front of his chin, looking lost in thought. "So what's the verdict?" he asked solemnly. Natalie shook her head. "It's weird. Every time I try to detect magic, I get a disorienting flash, and then nothing. I can't find any spell on her." Kevin nodded his head. "I figured as much." "And she's changing." Kevin dropped his hands. "Changing? How?" Natalie sighed. "Just like Gerri. Kerri said her boobs are getting bigger, and her waist is shrinking. And she seems genuinely happy! She said that it'd make her more attractive to men, and easier to get laid!" Kevin sat silently for a minute. "This doesn't make any sense." Natalie agreed. "It's like there are two people inside her. One is the former male, and is fighting to get back. The other is an ultra-feminine bimbo who is slowly taking control." She waited for Kevin to reply, but he didn't. Natalie went on. "And it gets worse." "Let me guess. Kerri is starting to date. Even have sex. And like it. Am I right?" Natalie nodded. "Dead on. Just like Gerri." "And like the Delta Gamma fraternity." Kevin sat back in his chair heavily. "Has my magic gone wild?" Natalie shook her head. "I checked you out. There's no wild magic on you." Kevin closed his eyes, suddenly looking very tired. "That you can detect." Sadly, Natalie nodded agreement. CHAPTER 8 Gerri slipped off her blouse, then pulled herself closer to his date. Funny - Gerri couldn't remember the guy's name, but he'd looked awfully cute, and Gerri knew that she had to have him. Gerri lifted her head to kiss the guy, while his hands pulled Gerri close. One hand expertly undid Gerri's bra, and Gerri backed away just enough so the guy could remove it. And then Gerri felt a hand sliding over her breast, touching and caressing tenderly. Gerri felt an electric thrill, and knew that she was getting horny. Gerri slipped her dainty hand down, along the guy's shirt, down to the pants, and felt the large bulge in the guy's drawers. Her hand massaged it slowly, and Gerri felt the guy's reaction. Not wanting to wait, Gerri took her free hand, and guided the guy's hand down, into her waistband. As Gerri felt the guy massaging her wet crotch, she slid her hand inside the guy's pants, gasping as she felt the large firm dick, knowing with eager anticipation that the large organ would soon be inside her, so large and firm and satisfying. Gerri pushed the guy backward, toward the couch. Slowly the guy lowered himself to the couch, his hand still exploring Gerri's wet excited pussy. And the guy accidentally hit the TV remote. The sudden sound and flash of color as the TV turned on startled them both. And then Gerri realized what it was and giggled. She reached for the remote, to turn off the TV. And stopped. Gerri was suddenly transfixed, unable to continue the foreplay. What had gotten Gerri's attention was the lead story on the news. "Tonight - it's a new, popular network. The contestants undergo magical changes, mostly into women. The public loves it. But now, we find that some of the contestants aren't as enamored. Tonight, we interview some of Wiz-TV's former contestants, who are accusing the station of breach of contract." Gerri sat down, and pushed the guy's roaming hand away. "Just a minute. This is important." The guy was too horny to stop now. "Come on, honey. You can watch the news any time. Let me show you some real entertainment." Gerri shoved his hand away again. "No. I mean it. I need to watch this. I work there." Slowly, she convinced the guy to wait until after the news was over. The report was worse than the leadin hinted. The story interviewed seven people who had, in one way or another, been associated with Wiz-TV's shows. The list included a male pro baseball player who had played for Munson's Nymphs, a couple of fraternity members who had been changed, and a few other miscellaneous game-show contestants. "Wiz-TV. A new concept. Magical entertainment. And devastating to the lives of the contestants they trap unaware. This is David Kirk reporting." The guy took the remote from Gerri's hand and snapped off the TV. His hand went back to Gerri's breast, and he began to caress again. Gerri snapped from her attention, and felt the thrill again, and remembered what he had been planning. The female instincts reasserted themselves, and Gerri resumed the foreplay as if nothing had interrupted it in the first place. Gerri showed the guy out the door, then stood in the doorway smiling. He was good. Or was it that sex was getting to be more fun? Gerri didn't know, and didn't care. All she knew is that she felt wonderful, and knew she had the assets to get any man she wanted. Suddenly, something in Gerri clicked. The smile vanished instantly, and Gerri ran to the phone. Natalie and Kevin were sitting in his office, watching the television, when Gerri arrived. It was very late, so the fact that they were here demonstrated the severity of the matter. And another man was watching with them. Gerri recognized a replay of the evening's news. When the news replay ended, Kevin and Natalie just sat, numbed by what they had seen. But the lawyer wasn't. "It looks like we are going to be liable in these cases," he said solemnly. "Everyone who has been changed by the network is probably going to sue now." Kevin didn't look up. "Can we win?" The lawyer shook his head. "With adverse publicity like this..." He let the sentence hang. "Best bet might be to try to head the suits off with settlements." "Including a few cases of child support," Natalie chimed in. The lawyer spun, surprised. "Is there going to be any?" Kevin nodded, his face grim. "Three so far. Maybe more." He dropped his face into his hands, and sat silently for a long minute. "This is going to ruin us," he finally said. Finally, Kevin looked up at the lawyer. "Let's get together on this first thing in the morning." The lawyer nodded his head, picked up his briefcase, and hastily departed. Kevin slowly rose, and crossed the office to Gerri. Quickly, he cast a spell and waved his hands over Gerri. "Damn!" he cursed. "I know that there's a spell there!" Natalie and Gerri stood helplessly, knowing the frustration Kevin must be feeling. Finally, Kevin spoke again. "Let's go back to my apartment." Gerri's face lit up with anticipation, but Natalie read it. "I don't think so," she said quickly, causing a flicker of disappointment on Gerri's expression. "You have an idea?" Kevin nodded grimly. "There's only one more thing I can think of. Something from my idol collection might do the trick." But it didn't. Kevin and Natalie were bitterly disappointed. Nothing they could do, or think of doing, seemed to be reversing the spell. Only Gerri seemed happy, and Kevin began to suspect that the bimbo in him - her - was winning. Just like Natalie, Kevin was finding it increasingly difficult to think of Gary as anything but Gerri, a very voluptuous girl. CHAPTER 9 Kevin and Gerri stood on the Wiz-TV golf course, waiting. Everything was ready for the game - except the contestants. "Damn," Kevin swore for the tenth time. "Where the hell are they?" Gerri shook her head. "One of the contestants cancelled yesterday. But the other one said he'd be here. And I personally talked to the two backups. Both said they'd be here." Kevin swore again. "It looks like they chickened out, then." He sighed. "And with all the publicity we've been getting lately, can you blame them?" Gerri started to talk, and Kevin waved her off. "Don't answer that. Okay, it looks like we have a hole in programming on Saturday. Mort!" he hollered, "it looks like we have a no-go today. Go ahead and take down." Mort, the head cameraman, nodded his understanding, and took out a walkie-talkie to talk to his camera crews. "Got any ideas?" Kevin asked sarcastically. Gerri bit herlip. Kevin noticed how cute Gerri was starting to look, and how simple gestures like biting her lip were getting downright sexy. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. "You haven't done a highlights film in a while." Kevin nodded. "I can do that once. But what do we do next week? And the week after?" Kevin shook his head. "Sorry, I'm feeling sorry for myself right now. Let's get back to the studio." He turned abruptly and headed for his car, with Gerri running to catch up. Later that day, the scene at the combat spell-ball field was a little better. As hot as the game was in the ratings, Kevin did a quick count and discovered that there were barely enough guys to make up two teams. He shook his head. "Okay, you all know the rules?" he asked, starting the pre-brief for the game. Kevin quickly summarized them, just to be sure. "Is everything clear?" Kevin looked around, and noticed that a few of the guys looked very nervous. "Good enough. Let's get the show underway." Kevin quickly ran through the introduction, then introduced the teams. He feigned a smile, and wished both teams good luck. Then he let the teams go to the field. Perhaps because Kevin reminded them that possession of the enemy flag was the only way to change back, both teams were extremely aggressive - even reckless - in their pursuit of that goal. By the time the game ended, nearly every player had suffered multiple hits, turning into an assortment of big- breasted bikini-clad girls. Slowly, they shuffled off the field of play, and Kevin noted that only one side had succeeded in capturing the enemy flag. As promised, the winners were quickly changed back to their original forms, while the losers stood silently, uncertain of their future. Finally, the cameras stopped. Kevin finished congratulating the winners, and watched them pack into their cars and head off to their celebration party. Then Kevin turned to the losers. To a woman, they looked like they had just received a death sentence. "You guys are a little concerned after the news reports, right?" The leader stepped forward, awkwardly in the bimbo body. "Look, it's hard not to be worried after all those reports," he said in his new voice - a voice which oozed femininity and sex. Kevin nodded his understanding. "I have to admit that something strange is going on here. Can you guys keep an oath of silence?" The guys looked at each other, surprised, then nodded at Kevin. "Okay, here's the deal. If something is happening to my magic, I can't let you guys suffer for it. Since you guys are worried, I'll change you back now. But you have to vow silence on this, and sign a statement to that effect. If you break this silence, I'll either change you back myself, or sue you." He waited for any reaction, and got none. Kevin quickly made the team promise silence, then changed them back. With relief on his face, the team captain shook Kevin's hand. "Thanks. That takes a lot of worry away." Kevin frowned. "Just remember to keep your silence." He turned and strode quickly to his car. The last contest set for taping that day was the semi-finals of the Macho-Man contest. Only 4 men had survived to this round, and Kevin was uneasy about this contest finishing. So far, his staff had only come up with a few bizarre contests for the next contest, and that would start in only two weeks. Kevin personally greeted the surviving four competitors. "Great job so far, guys! The audience loves you. And there are only two rounds left for the million dollar prize!" His enthusiasm was genuine - these guys and the odd tortures they were enduring were earning him big bucks. "One of the greatest macho heroes from old TV was Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. And in keeping with that spirit of manliness, today's contest is what we have decided to call the Tarzan race." Kevin watched eagerly for any reaction from the contestants. There was none. Either they had become immunized to shock after the preceding eight weeks of strange, odd, unusual, and downright bizarre ordeals, or they were just tired and wanted the whole thing to be over. Most likely a combination of the two. "Here's the deal. The woods behind me have been set up as a gigantic Tarzan movie set, complete with wild animals, vines, and the works." On cue, a lion roar came from the woods. Kevin grinned when one man flinched. "Of course, the animals aren't real. But the race is. Your goal is to race around a course in the woods, swinging from the trees and vines like Tarzan!" One contestant yawned, as if this thing were an everyday occurrence for him. Kevin suspected it was merely an act. "Only the first two across the finish line advance to the next round. And touching the ground means instant disqualification! Okay, gentlemen, take your places, and when we return from this commercial break, the race will begin!" Kevin waited until the camera light blinked out, then shook each man's hand for luck. The race was truly exciting. In the background, Kevin had jungle drums and animal sounds. It took a few vines for the men to get the hang of Tarzan swinging, but they were getting better. Then they started taking chances to ensure that they didn't lose. One contestant took one too many chances, leaping from a vine to a tree branch, but the tree branch was just out of his reach. He slipped, screaming, to the ground below. Instantly, the screaming changed pitch, to something much more feminine. Around the woods, the other three contestants heard the scream, and knew what had happened. Figuring that the odds were now improved, they slowed slightly, being a bit more careful, trying to hurry without meeting the same fate as their erstwhile competitor. All three stayed in the trees and crossed the finish line, but the last one across immediately changed, his chest ballooning out as he shrank and his hair grew. In no time, he was just another loser from the Macho-Man contest. Kevin interviewed the winners first. "Pretty exciting contest out there," he said, mimicking sportscasters. One man grinned. "It was a challenge," he said, still gasping for breath. "I almost fell on the second vine, and I didn't think I'd make it through the course." Kevin smiled, knowing that the edited broadcast would include highlights of the near fall. "But you managed to hang on." "Yes. When Elrod fell, I knew the odds were in my favor, so I slowed down a bit. But then, near the end, I saw that Jim was coming up fast, and I had to take a few chances." Kevin patted him on the back. "Congratulations on making it this far." He turned to the other man, and did a similar interview. Then the production staff led the men off, and led the two new women on. "Tough luck today," Kevin said sympathetically. He turned to the first woman. "You slipped early. Tell us what went wrong." The woman tried to stand proudly, but was disoriented by her new ultra- feminine figure, complete with sensuous curves. When she straightened her back, it made her new boobs jiggle, which forced her to grab them to stop the swaying and jiggling. Finally, she gave up. "I was getting the hang of the swinging, and I noticed that I could swing from tree to tree, rather than along the vines." Kevin nodded. "That would have cut the number of swings down." The woman nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it would have. But on the second swing, I misjudged the distance. And when I realized that it would be a close thing to make the branch, I tried to adjust. My hand slipped." She frowned, displaying clearly her inner anger at having made a mistake. "I see you weren't hurt in the fall, though." The new woman shook her head. "No. Just pissed that I screwed up." The other new woman cut in. "Not half as pissed as your girlfriend is going to be when you show up like that," she laughed. Kevin grinned, then turned to the second woman. "And what happened to you, Nigel?" The woman shook her head, smiling. "Quite a cock-up, really." The British accent was still there, but now soft and sexy and melodious. "I did a couple of double- swings on the first few vines, and just never could catch up." A curious expression crossed Kevin's face. "You don't seem to upset at being changed into a woman for a year, Nigel." Nigel laughed. "I think you'd better stop calling me Nigel. It just doesn't seem to fit, don't you agree?" Nigel spread his arms, displaying his new ample assets. "I don't know, really. I took a chance to win a bit of money. I lost. I guess you just live with the consequences." Nigel shrugged. "I think Nichole sounds a bit too French, don't you? Hmmm. Nellie? What do you think? Yes, I think Nellie will do." Kevin smiled as the interviews ended. Nigel - Nellie -was going to be a very popular girl, he predicted, given the combination of body, sexy voice, and delightful accent. As he handed the microphone to an assistant, Natalie joined him. "Maybe you ought to check the spells on the new women," she said softly. "With everything else that's happened..." She didn't need to finish. Kevin nodded, then cast a quick spell and checked the new women, without their even knowing it. He turned back to Natalie. "I recognize the spell I cast when the contest started. It's complex, designed to change the person to female if the contestant fails or drops out." Natalie raised her eyebrows hopefully, then frowned when Kevin didn't smile. "But I couldn't detect the time limits on the spell." CHAPTER 10 Kevin walked quickly past hiss secretary, who handed him a folder of incoming mail without even looking up from her computer. Inside the office, Kevin was surprised to see Gerri sitting in a chair, filing her nails patiently as she waited for them. Kevin noticed immediately that Gerri was wearing a very short skirt, a low-cut blouse, and very high heels. As Kevin sat in his chair, Gerri looked up, smiled seductively, and put her file back into her purse. Kevin stared at Gerri a second. "Gerri, are you wearing makeup?" Gerri perked up. "You like it? The ladies said it would help define my cheekbones, and accentuate my eyes. You know, a person's eyes can be very sexy, don't you think?" Her voice was overly sultry, deliberately sexy. She rose and sauntered sexily across the room, carrying a folder, then slipped into Kevin's lap while draping his arms around Kevin's neck. "Don't you think my eyes are sexy?" she purred as she started to nibble on Kevin's ear lobe. Kevin tried to ignore the come-on. "What are this weeks' ratings?" Gerri pouted. "You know how sexy you are, don't you? Can't a girl have some fun with her boss?" Gerri tried to kiss Kevin, while her hand lifted his to cup her breast. Kevin pushed her hand aside and ducked the kiss. He was feeling intense desire for Gerri right now, in that gorgeous, sexy body. But Kevin fought for control and pushed Gerri from his lap. "Stop it, Gerri!" he ordered sternly. Gerri stood, still looking longingly at Kevin. "You know you want me." She bent over, exposing his ample cleavage and giving Kevin another whiff of intoxicating perfume as she brought her lips close to Kevin's, puckered into a pouty kiss. "Admit it. You want me as much as I want you." Kevin slapped Gerri, which seemed to give Gerri some control back. With a look of embarrassment, Gerri handed Kevin the folder and retreated to a chair. After a few tense and silent moments, Gerri seemed to regain full control. "We've lost a lot of points across the board, but mostly in shows where we've had to do reruns." Kevin's face was expressionless. "Yes, I know. The contestants are staying away in droves." Gerri pulled a tape from her purse, and quickly slipped it into Kevin's VCR. "And last night, this was on." Kevin watched in horror as the newscaster did his expose, announcing to the world that Wiz-TV was a fraud. The newsman interviewed a couple of former contestants, who nervously admitted that the changes to the losing side were not real, but just for the game. The anchor concluded by calling Wiz-TV a fraud. Kevin exploded. "Dammit! Those bastards!" He pounded his fist on his desk. "They won't be content till they ruin this network!" Through lucky coincidence, Natalie came in just as Kevin buried his face in his hands. "I take it you saw last night's news report, then," she said sullenly. Kevin slowly lifted his head, looking very tired and defeated. "Well, kid, it looks like this is the end of Wiz-TV." Natalie and Gerri started to protest, but Kevin cut them off. "The ratings are in free-fall, and now this comes out. It's only a matter of time before the advertisers all pull the plug. We're ruined." "Why would someone want to ruin this network?" Gerri asked softly. "And who would want to do it?" Kevin looked up suddenly. "What did you say?" he asked sharply. Gerri flinched. "I just asked who would want to ruin the network," she answered. Kevin looked at Natalie, his face suddenly serious and determined. "Not the network. Me." Natalie slowly nodded, as if the light was dawning on her. "Lyle, from the D-Cups? He has more than enough reason to hate you." Kevin was startled. "Can't be. He couldn't have affected both of us. And last time I checked, he was a big-titted bimbo." Kevin shook his head. "If he'd have tried to use magic on us, one or both of us would have detected it. Certainly before we were both affected." Gerri was confused. She didn't know about Lyle and the Denver D-Cups. "What if it was something catching, like a germ or something." Kevin waved his hand to dismiss the thought, but Natalie didn't. "Wait a minute, Kevin. Gerri might be onto something." She raised her hand, extending her finger. "First, your gender-changing magic is altered somehow. Second," another finger, "your ability to detect magic is acting up. Third. The same thing has happened to me. Fourth, and this is the biggie, your amulets and charms aren't working." Kevin snapped his fingers. "When I tried the amulet, it felt a little tingly at first." He snapped his fingers. "Some type of spirus?" Natalie nodded uncertainly. "Could be. But it'd be a damn complicated one." Gerri looked even more confused. "Spirus?" "It's like a virus, but affecting magic use," Natalie explained. "They are rare, and are catching. Just like a virus." CHAPTER 11 The aged shopkeeper was showing the two boys a set of magical rings, and explaining their special properties, when he heard the phone ring. "Excuse me for a moment. I'll be right back." He turned with a swirl of his robes and vanished into the back of his shop. "Spells-R-Us," he said lightly as he picked up the phone. His face broke into a delighted grin. "Kevin! Long time no see! I love your shows! So what brings you to call on an old colleague?" The man's face darkened as he listened, interrupting occasionally with an 'um hmm' or an 'I see'. Finally, he nodded. "Yup, that sounds like what you're dealing with, all right." He heard a ringing as a customer hit the bell. "Just a second, okay." He set the receiver on his desk and shuffled out to his shop. "Can I help you, Larry?" the robed man asked, startling the college-aged boy looking nervously around the shop. "How did you know my name?" the boy asked quickly. The old man sighed. "That's the oldest question in the book. I'm a magician, dammit! Why else would I be in a shop named 'Spells-R-Us' or wear these robes? This time of year, they do get rather warm, you know." He pasted a smile on his face again. "Now what can I do for you Larry? Or do you prefer to go by Laura?" Larry's jaw dropped. "Oh yes," the man smiled. "You and your roommate have been dabbling with Uncle Ron's potion. And you've spent quite a bit of time as Laura, your female alter-ego. You see, I know all about you." "That's right," Larry stammered. "And now that we're graduating, I'm moving." The man grinned. "And you're going to miss the little potion, right?" He shuffled around the shop and retrieved a vial, similar to the one Larry was familiar with. "This is the ticket. Uncle Ron's potion." Larry gave a sigh of relief. "How much?" The old man looked lost in thought for a second, then answered, "Two hundred dollars." Larry quickly pulled out his wallet and counted out the money. "Thanks," he said as he grabbed the vial. "Don't you want the instructions?" the man asked quickly. Larry laughed. "No, I know how this stuff works." He disappeared back into the mall. The old man laughed as he went back to the phone. He predicted to himself that within a week, Larry would be Laura. Permanantly. Because he didn't read the directions. The man picked up the phone again. "Sorry about that Kevin, but I had a customer. Wanted some of Uncle Ron's... Is that Natalie's laugh I hear?...No, I didn't give him the enhanced version....Not too enhanced....Okay, okay, so he'll have bigger boobs than he remembers." The old man sat down. "Yes, I can make a quick trip out there. No problem. I'll leave my assistant in charge for a couple of days. ... No really, it's not a problem. Whenever he's in charge, actually, I enjoy coming back to see the results. Chaos, mostly, but lots of fun. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." The man shook his head and went back to tending his shop. Kevin strode happily onto the set of 'Bowling for Boobs.' Not only was this show still getting contestants, but its popularity had let him run it more often, making up for the slack in the schedule caused by all the other cancellations. On top of that, his old friend had agreed to pay a visit, to try to sort through the mystery. The contestants were already in place. One was a former gymnast who looked like a rail. All the years of diet, competition, and training had left her hormones and natural development badly stunted. She had very tiny breasts and almost no hips. But he did a double-take when he saw the other contestant. It was Eric, one of the guys who had lost in the Labyrinth maze, and was still a woman. Gleefully, he told Kevin she went by Erica now, and that she was having much more fun as a woman, and wanted to stay that way. But all her friends had bigger boobs, so she wanted a great pair too. Double-D's, or even F cups. Something to make her more noticable to guys when the girls went out. After a close match, the gymnast finally won. She danced with delight, feeling herself as her new large boobs bounced and jiggled and her womanly hips swayed. Erica was disappointed, but pleased nonetheless that he was going to stay a woman. Her new roommate, a well-endowed girl, joined Erica after the taping was over, and the two began to talk excitedly about going shopping - and maybe finding some guys. Erica noted that her roommate had a distinct advantage, since her boobs were very noticeable and got guy's attention. Kevin noticed that Eric had adapted easily to life as Erica, then remembered something. Before they left, Kevin took Erica aside. "Look, as a new woman, you may or may not know some things about sex." Erica blushed. "I know enough. It's great!" Kevin frowned. "You have had sex then?" Erica nodded, blushing. "Lots. More than I remember most girls putting out. But then, maybe they just didn't realize how much fun it is." She giggled. Kevin frowned. "You do realize that you are a fertile woman now. And what that means." Erica nodded, then rushed off to join her roommate. Gerri and her new friends Erica and Monique stepped from their car and walked toward the Delta Omega sorority house. From the look and sound of things, there was a wild party going on here. Gerri smiled in anticipation. The house had a reputation of having really great parties, with lots of cute guys. At the door, a cute brunette girl greeted them. "Hi, I'm Jacelyn. Welcome to Delta Omega. I hope you enjoy our party." Gerri stepped inside the house, and recognized a couple of members of the Alpha fraternity. Gerri also saw how the girls of Delta Omega were behaving. No sooner did a guy come into the house than at least two of the girls attached themselves to him. A nerdy- looking guy came in, and one of the Delta girls went up and gave him a deep kiss. Gerri was surprised to see the girl's hand sliding down his chest and inside his pants. The poor guy looked like he was about to have a panic attack from the very personal attention, but the Delta girl pulled him quickly up the stairs. Gerri got herself a glass of punch, and as she turned away from the punchbowl, bumped into someone, spilling the punch on the floor. Gerri looked up, annoyed that the oaf hadn't been watching where he was going. Annoyance turned to shock. "Ron?" The guy looked intently at Gerri. He clearly didn't recognize the female face. But Gerri had recognized Ron. Ron had been Gary's best friend since junior high. Only choice of colleges separated them. And now Ron was here at the Delta party. Gerri felt joy, then an inexplicable longing. "Hi. Like the party?" Ron grinned. "The girls are friendly enough." Gerri smiled, then draped her arms around Ron's neck and pulled Ron close, close enough that Gerri's boobs were rubbing Ron's chest seductively. "Want to see how friendly I can be?" Gerri and Ron quickly went up the stairs, looking for an empty room. When they couldn't find one, Gerri turned away from Ron and lifted his skirt, then dropped his panties right there in the hall. "Who needs a room?" she said seductively as she flashed her ass at Ron. Gerri looked over her shoulder and saw Ron dropping his pants. Ron grabbed Gerri's swaying hips and pulled Gerri back onto his waiting dick. Gerri gave a moan of delight as Ron's firm manhood penetrated into Gerri. Quickly, they both came to orgasm, and Gerri felt the pulsing of Ron's dick as he deposited his load inside Gerri. As Ron backed away, spent, Gerri saw that a few guys had gathered to watch. Gerri got a seductive grin, then grabbed the crotch of one onlooker. "You want a turn?" Gerri asked coyly. Within seconds, Gerri was being impaled by the young man. And then Gerri grabbed the crotch of still another guy, and expertly unzipped his pants, exposing a long firm penis. Gerri glanced up at the guy while gently stroking the dick, then dropped his head and slid the dick into his mouth. Gerri had only one thought now - sex. Fuck and suck, suck and fuck. Sex and more sex. Natalie got off the phone with Kevin and ran out to her car. She was concerned for Gerri - Kevin had said that Gerri was going to a Delta party. After Kevin had described Gerri's attempt to seduce him, Natalie had a sudden bad feeling about the Delta house. Her car screeched to a stop in front of the house, and Natalie's bad feeling got infinitely worse. She ran to the house, knowing with dread certainty that Gerri was in trouble. As soon as she stepped through the front door, Natalie sensed that something was wrong. Something magical? She quickly did a spell to detect magic, and got that annoying flicker, but then couldn't detect anything. And she started to feel light-headed. A guy came up behind her, and grabbed her ass. She turned to slap him, and instead found herself thinking the guy was cute and probably well-hung. Natalie fled deeper into the house, desperately looking for Gerri. But as she ran, she felt stronger and stronger urges. Finally, before she could lose control, she cast a quick spell, and turned herself into a guy, hoping that would stave off whatever magic had been making her lose control. And two girls immediately pounced on the new guy, kissing Natalie's male form, nibbling her ears, and rubbing her masculine crotch. Whatever control Natalie had vanished as her male body responded to the magic and stimulation. Natalie began gently massaging one girl's boobs with one hand while her other hand loosened her pants, exposing her now-firm dick. She allowed herself to be led by both girls to a small study, where she plopped down on the floor and one girl climbed in her lap, lowering a hot pussy onto Natalie's large manly organ, while the other straddled Natalie's face. Natalie couldn't control herself as she pumped, in and out, deeper and deeper. She was so lost in lust that she didn't even recognize that the girl she was screwing was Gerri. Kevin ran into the house, stopping at the door to cast a quick spell, which hopefully would protect him from any stray magic. Natalie's phone call had unnerved him - he knew that she sensed trouble. So he drove here as quickly as he could. As he ran into the house, he started to feel something odd. And as a guy, he was the immediate target of all unoccupied girls. But he ignored them and ran through room after room, searching for Natalie and Gerri. When Kevin entered the study, all he could see in the dim light was a guy lying on the floor with some girl giving him a blowjob, while another girl perched over his face, her hot cunt perfectly positioned to be eaten. Kevin was about to turn away, when he felt the compelling need to join them. He fought it off, and realized that he couldn't resist much longer. And then he realized that the girl giving the blowjob was Gerri. Kevin looked harder, and then recognized Natalie's features on the guy. Roughly, Kevin pushed the girl from Natalie's face, then grabbed Gerri by the shoulders. "Snap out of it!" he demanded, but got no response. Finally, in desperation, he grabbed both Natalie and Gerri by the wrists, and pulled them to their feet. Not willing to wait for them to get dressed, he tugged at their arms, pulling them from the room, and toward the exit. His head swam. Around him, girls and guys played every kind of sex game. The girls called to him seductively, begging for his attentions. And his dick, firm and erect in his pants, seemed to have a voice of its own, demanding that Kevin stay and satisfy the urgent sexual needs. But Kevin managed to stagger out the door, still holding the arms of Natalie and Gerri. As soon as they stepped off the porch, Kevin felt the disorientation, and the intense arousal, vanishing. A car honked as it drove by, two guys leaning out the window hooting and cheering. Kevin frowned, wondering what was going on, and turned to Natalie to ask if she knew. And then he understood. Natalie was still in a male body, and both she and Gerri were totally nude. Kevin quickly cast a spell and put some clothing on them. Natalie's head was clearing slowly. "How did I get out here?" she asked, confused. Then she looked at Gerri. "Oh damn!" she cried out. "Did we ..." She looked at Kevin, unsure. He merely nodded. Natalie cursed, then waved her arms and tried to return to her normal form. She turned to Kevin, ashen. "Kevin, I can't change back!" As Gerri's mind slowly cleared, she began to cry. Kevin grabbed Gerri and held her, unsure of what else to do. Gerri looked up at Natalie. "You were a guy, right?" Natalie nodded silently. "And we?" Natalie nodded again. Gerri almost collapsed, wailing. "What did I do?" she cried over and over. "I couldn't stop myself!" Tears were flowing down his cheeks. "I.." she almost retched, "I was sucking guys!" Gerri spun free of Kevin and lurched into a bush, then did toss her lunch. Kevin looked at Natalie, his face ashen. "This is getting frightening." CHAPTER 12 Kevin was exhausted. The problems kept mounting, and the pressure was taking its toll. It took several rings before Kevin even looked at the phone. Then he wearily picked it up. "Kevin Munson here." Immediately, his face perked up. "Great. Did you have a good flight? ... Sure. Can you come right over? ... Uh huh. Yeah, that makes sense. Should I bring Natalie, or would you rather meet alone? ... Okay." He hung up the phone. The door burst open unexpectedly, and two girls stormed in, followed immediately by Munson's secretary. "I'm sorry, Mr. Munson, but they ran right past me." Kevin looked at the girls. Both were college-age, with shapely figures, large breasts, and long hair. They were also dressed in sweat pants and sweaters in a futile attempt to hide their very attractive bodies. Their faces and hair - that they couldn't hide, and made no attempt to. Both were attractive, but a little makeup would have helped. Kevin perceived no threat, so he waved his hand nonchalantly. "It's okay. I have time to hear what they have to say." Kevin's secretary started to say something, then retreated from the office, pulling the door shut behind her. "Okay, ladies, won't you have a seat and tell me what's on your mind." The girls both flopped down in a most unladylike manner. "This is all your fault," one of them accused. Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me, but I don't recall ever meeting you. How could anything that happened to you be my fault?" The other girl spoke up. "We've never met. But this is still your fault. You and that stupid gender magic." Kevin shook his head. "I don't understand." The first girl spoke again. "You changed the Delta fraternity, right?" Kevin nodded. "Well, we went to one of their parties. Last night. And when woke up this morning, this is what we looked like!" Kevin's jaw dropped. "That's impossible," he protested. "Then how do you explain this?" the first girl angrily rebutted. "It's that damn spell you cast on the Delta house." "Okay, let's assume it is the Delta house, or the women there. " Kevin took a deep breath. "How often have you gone there?" "Just last night," the first girl protested after a long pause. Kevin frowned. "Okay, we've gone there just about every night for the last week. What difference does that make?" Kevin narrowed his eyes. "Lots. How many women did you screw?" The first girl opened her mouth in shock, but the second girl didn't hesitate. "Three or four each night. Last night, maybe eight." She looked at Munson with a strange expression. "Man, it was weird! It was like we couldn't stop!" The first girl nodded. "Yeah. And as soon as we were done with one, we were ready for another. No down time between, if you know what I mean." The second girl nodded her agreement. Kevin frowned. "I'm afraid I do." At that moment, the door burst open again, and a rather frantic and angry young woman charged in, once again followed by Kevin's secretary. Kevin waved his secretary off again. As she closed the door, Kevin heard her muttering, "Why does he even have a door?" The girl glared at Kevin, then at the two girls. Her angry stare was immediately replaced by confusion. "Which of you is Mike?" The first girl sheepishly raised her hand. "Hi, Lisa." "Don't you 'Hi Lisa' me, you two-timing jackass!" The anger was back. "You said you were faithful to me! Deanna told me you were going to the Delta parties! But I wouldn't believe it! Now I look like a fool to my friends!" The first girl started to protest. "It was just..." Lisa cut him off. "Just every night this week." She turned on the second guy-turned-girl. "And you were talking him into going, weren't you?" The second girl dropped her gaze. "How many?" she demanded. "How many girls did you cheat with? Eight? Ten?" The first girl turned to Munson. "You've got to change us back," he protested. "No!" Lisa snarled as she, too, turned toward Kevin. Her face was contorted with anger and determination. "You wanted to cheat on me? Well, look what it got you!" She got a wicked grin on her face. "I think you should stay girls for a while. It's a pretty fitting punishment, don't you think?" Lisa turned to the second girl. "You, too, since you were involved in this." Lisa grabbed the arms of both girls and pulled them to their feet, protesting weakly. "You two like easy women? I think I'll teach you a lesson." As Lisa pulled them toward the door, the first girl protested, "Where are we going?" Kevin knew Lisa was grinning when she answered. "We're going shopping. And when we get the right outfits, we're all going out tonight. To the seediest bar I can find." Kevin heard more muttering about perfume and makeup, and heard cries of protest from the guys-turned girls, as well as laughter from Lisa. Kevin wanted to smile at the poetic justice. But he couldn't. Contact with the Delta girls was enough to change these two guys. This was starting to get out of control. Kevin frowned at the thought. No, it was beyond that. This was already out of control. There was some commotion at the entrance, a loud voice announcing that he was expected and how dare they bother him with trifles such as reservations. By the time Kevin and Natalie turned to see what was going on, they saw an old man in sweeping robes charging through the restaurant, looking for something or someone. Kevin stood and waved, and the robed man recognized him. As the old wizard neared, Kevin reached out to shake his hand, but the wizard backed away quickly, as if Kevin's hand was a coiled snake. "Uh, uh!" he exclaimed. "If this is what we think it is..." he let the sentence hang. Kevin dropped his hand, knowing that the old man was right. The old man stared past Kevin, looking at the handsome man seated at Kevin's table. "I thought Natalie was going to be here," he said, puzzled. Natalie, still in the male body, shrugged. "I changed the other night. Now I can't change back." The old man sighed took a seat opposite Kevin. "I liked you much better as a woman." He got a faraway look. "Especially when you do that stripper thing," he said wistfully. Natalie frowned. "I don't do that anymore." The old man looked disappointed. "Too bad." As the waiter appeared with a glass of water, he did an incantation. Carefully, slowly, he waved his hands over Kevin, then over Natalie, inch by inch, concentrating carefully as he did so. Finally, the old man leaned back in his chair, swearing under his breath. Kevin leaned forward. "Well?" The old man took a deep breath. "Well, you were right. It's a spirus." The old man bit his lip. "And a damned complicated one at that." He turned to Natalie. "You're both infected, actually." He plopped down in a chair and picked up the menu. "So what's good to eat here?" As they neared the Wiz-TV offices, the old wizard did an incantation, then smiled. "Always practice safe magic." Kevin parked his car, and they stepped out into the sunshine. As they strolled toward the office, the wizard began another check for magic. He continued his check as the trio walked through the lobby and into the office area, and finally into Kevin's private office. The wizard plopped heavily into a chair. "Whatever it is, it's infected the whole building." Natalie sat down herself. "Neither of us are detecting magic properly." She frowned. "Well, that's not quite true. Kevin gets nothing. I get a disorienting buzz, then nothing." The wizard nodded. "Probably because the spirus is tailored for Kevin." Kevin nodded - that made sense. The wizard leaped to his feet, and crossed to Kevin's display of idols, amulets, and other magical items. He did a careful examination, then stepped back. "Hmmm," he said after stroking his chin for a moment. Kevin stepped to his side, staring likewise at the display shelves. "Hmmm what?" The wizard snapped out his trance. "I'll take these off your hands. For a good price. In fact," he gestured toward one of Kevin's prize items, "I've got a customer who'd love that little gem." Kevin frowned. "Not for sale." The wizard shrugged. "Oh, well. You can't blame a guy for trying. Anyway, with the spirus on them, they'd probably be hard to move." The wizard saw Kevin's disbelief. "Oh, yes. The spirus is on these. At least, some of them. Probably the ones you've touched or used since you got infected." The wizard spun when he heard the door open, and then grinned when he saw Gerri walking in. "Hello, there," he said, mustering all the charm he could as he stepped quickly toward the voluptuous young lady. "Careful," Munson cautioned him. "She's - he's - probably infected too." The wizard pulled up short. "Just my luck," he muttered. Gerri went into full flirt mode. "You must be that charming wizard I've heard so much about," she said, her voice oozing sex. "From all of Kevin's stories, I've wanted to meet you." Kevin sighed. "Sit down, Gerri," he ordered. "This is business. Save your flirting for later." Gerri pouted as she sat down. "What a boss. Won't even let a girl have a little fun in the office." The wizard was forcing himself to concentrate. Carefully, he checked Gerri for magic. After a fifteen minute examination, he returned and eased himself into his chair. "Well?" Kevin and Natalie asked simultaneously. The wizard shrugged. "You think this is a simple change spell?" he asked. Kevin and Natalie looked at each other, then nodded. The wizard shook his head. "No dice. It's a very complicated spell. Basically, this spell doesn't expire. In fact, it keeps increasing in effect." Natalie practically recoiled from the flash of insight. "More feminine behavior, heightening sex drive, bigger boobs. Of course!" The wizard nodded. "And there's some type of timing bomb for reversal. If I'm reading this right, after a week, you couldn't undo the spell." He pulled a pipe from his robe and lifted it to his mouth. "And the spirus is woven into the spell." Kevin shook his head. "That's not all. Earlier today, I had a couple of guys in the office. Well, not guys. At least not now. But they were before going to the Delta party last night." The wizard was suddenly attentive. "You better give me all the details," he said solemnly. Kevin and Natalie took turns, filling in the complete story. When they were done, the wizard looked grim. "Either the spirus is designed to do this, to maximize the havoc it is causing, or..." Natalie felt a sudden chill. "Or what?" The wizard frowned. "Or the spirus is mutating on its own. And we're dealing with what's going to be a bad outbreak of wild magic." It was a very long night at the office. While Kevin, Natalie, and Gerri ate pizza and Chinese take-out, the old wizard poked and pried, studying them and the spirus they carried. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, he sat back, nearly exhausted, nibbling on a cold slice of pizza. Kevin looked wordlessly at the old man. Gerri and Natalie were sleeping, one on the couch, and the other in a large chair. After he downed the pizza, the old man sat back in his chair for a long few minutes, his eyes closed. Kevin didn't know if he'd gone to sleep as well. "This is some piece of magic," the wizard said softly, almost reverently, his eyes still shut. "Whoever did this put months into the spirus." He opened his eyes. "Okay, here's what I can tell right now. The spirus affects spells you cast. We know that. Any gender-change becomes this complicated spell you've seen the results of. Increasing femininity, increasing physical traits, increasing libido. And then, at some point, the replicator kicks in. This little part passes the spell along to any sex partners." Kevin gave a sigh of relief. "So it isn't mutating." The wizard almost smiled. "Fortunately, no. But given the complexity of the spirus, that's only a matter of time. Now we get to the tricky parts. There are spell traps and bombs within the spirus. Lots of them. And they are sneaky. If you attempt to remove the spirus without disarming the traps..." He let the sentence hang. Both of them knew the consequences of magic traps. Kevin could end up a mindless, overendowed bimbo. Or worse. Kevin sat for a moment. "Okay, how do we get rid of it? And who did this?" The wizard sighed. "First, I want to try something. The spirus seems to be designed specifically for your magic. Anyone - or anything - else, it doesn't bind as well to. So we may be able to innoculate against the spirus. But I'm afraid that you'll have to get an exact cure, since it was designed for you." He sat back again. "As to who..." he paused for a long time. "There's no clear signature on the spirus. Lots of decoys, but not a clear one." He smiled. "But I think I recognize the work." He rose suddenly and crossed to Kevin's collection of magic items. After a quick examination, he picked one up, then did an incantation over the item. Then he tossed the item to Kevin, who caught it. Curious, Kevin looked at it, then set it down on his desk. Grinning, the wizard crossed over to Kevin's desk and did an incantation over the item. He handed the item back to Kevin. "It's clean." Kevin's eyebrows raised. "Yup, clean. Devoid of the spirus." "Cure?" Kevin asked hopefully. The wizard shook his head. "Nope. Just a vaccination." He went back to the display case, and scanned the items. After a moment, he began casting a spell over one of the items. Then he scanned it again. He turned back to Kevin, grinning. "This one was infected. It's clean now." His brow quickly furrowed. "Oh, don't get your hopes up yet. This will work on idols, and other infected people. But I don't dare try to get the spirus off you until I know all the traps." The wizard crossed the room silently, standing over Gerri. Softly, he began to do his incantation. And then he turned back to Kevin. "Okay, I think she's clean now. I should be able to restore her to her normal boring male self." Natalie was waking up as the wizard removed the spell from the amulet, and watched as he cleaned the spirus from Gerri. "Wait a second," she said, yawning. Kevin and the old man spun to look at Natalie, confused. "Look, someone has some very nasty and clever plan going on here. Until now, we've been playing by his rules. Maybe it's time to turn the tables." CHAPTER 13 Kevin, Natalie, Gerri, and the old wizard sat around Kevin's conference table, eating some danishes and drinking coffee. Empty pizza boxes and takeout cartons were strewn about the room, leftovers from the long night. Kevin and the wizard were red-eyed, suffering from a long sleepless night. Gerri was the only one who seemed unaffected, since she had gotten the most sleep. "So we need to find the pattern in all these changes," Natalie said between bites. Kevin nodded grimly. "If there is one." The wizard smiled. "There's always a pattern. It's just a matter of finding it." "The Delta fraternity?" Natalie offered. "Are they the first instance?" Kevin shook his head. "No. There was the spell-ball team before them." Gerri pulled a compact from her purse and opened it. She nearly shrieked. "I'm a mess!" she exclaimed. She stood from the table quickly, clutching her purse. "I've got to go straighten up! Why didn't you tell me I looked so bad?" She practically ran from the room. Natalie suddenly lit up. "Kerri!" She set down her half-eaten donut. "Remember we met with Kerri at lunch? She hadn't changed back!" Kevin nodded as understanding dawned. Natalie continued, more confident. "So the first case started around the beginning of the Babe-Ball season!" Kevin started to say something, then stopped. Finally, he spoke. "No it doesn't." He steepled his fingers, looking thoughtful. "I had lunch with a couple of the guys last week. As guys." Natalie's face dropped. Then she perked up again. "Could it have come in on a package or letter?" Kevin shook his head. "All the mail and packages come into a receiving bin, which is scanned for magic by multiple systems. A spirus like this wouldn't have had a chance of getting through." Gerri was back in her chair, looking much more presentable. "If some of the team changed back, when did the changes stop?" Kevin's face clouded. "I'm not sure I follow you." "Did you pick up any changees in mid-season? Someone who could have come to you infected?" Munson's eyes widened. "That's it! It has to be!" He picked up his day planner and rifled through the pages. Then he stopped. "We picked up a right fielder from LA early in the season. No problem there. After that, we only had two other trades. We got Terri - Terrence - in late December, and we got Kerri the day after." Kevin sat back, his eyes focused elsewhere. "That was a damn tough trade, too. Involved four other teams." Suddenly, his eyes widened again. "Including Denver." The wizard interrupted his thoughtful concentration. "So you think one of your Babe-Ball players came infected?" Kevin nodded slowly. "That's got to be it. Terrence changed back. Kerri didn't." The wizard slowly agreed. "The player you picked up was infected. A sleeper. Probably had the magic set to trigger whenever he met you directly." "So Lyle is the one out to get you," Natalie said softly. Kevin shook his head. "Can't be. The bimbo spell I put on him couldn't have worn off. And he's not good enough to have cracked it by himself." Kevin looked at the wizard. He shook his head. "This is way beyond an amateur like Lyle," he said. "And the last I checked, he was still a bimbo. Working on the Las Vegas strip, if I remember right." Gerri sat forward. "No he's not. I mean," she continued, "I saw him on TV last night. My boyfriend wanted to watch the sports channel." The wizard looked concerned for a second, then waved his hand and vanished. A few seconds later, he returned. "Lyle is still stripping in Vegas," he announced. "You sure?" Kevin asked uneasily. The wizard nodded. "Positive. I read his magic aura. Better than fingerprints. You can't fool those, you know." The wizard shuffled his chair closer to Gerri. "You know, you're a pretty intelligent young woman." He let his hand rest on hers. Gerri blushed. "Thank you," she answered softly, embarrassed. She made no attempt to move her hand. "Quit flirting with my employees, old man." Kevin sighed. "So we know the means, but we don't have any suspects. Or motive." Natalie wasn't so sure. "I think we know the motive. Or at least can guess it." She looked smug. "If it isn't Lyle, then someone either wants you out of the way, like MAD, or they want control of your team and station." "MAD is pretty much out of business," Kevin disagreed. "That leaves someone who wants my team and station. Or to ruin me, and pick up those assets as a bonus prize." "And if they went to all this trouble for one attempt, it's a pretty sure bet that they have backup plans ready," Gerri commented. Kevin looked at her, disbelief clear. Gerri ducked her head a bit. "Okay, maybe I watch too many old spy movies." The old magician sat back in his chair and smiled. Finally, all three others were staring at him, curious about the enigmatic smile. "The pieces just fell into place. I know who did this." CHAPTER 14 "Our clients are willing to settle this messy dispute," the nattily attired lawyer said, a smug grin on his face. He sat on one side of the conference table, the obvious leader of the retinue of attorneys. Around him were clustered a group of girls, but from their clothing and the vacant stares on their faces, they were not mentally present. Kevin and his attorneys sat on the other side of the table. Kevin frowned. "And what do you propose as a settlement?" he asked cautiously. The lead attorney tried to suppress a smile - without success. "You admit to causing harm to these poor girls from the Delta fraternity. Acknowledge error on your part, and pay damages. We'll drop the lawsuit." Kevin's visage was expressionless. "How much damages?" he asked evenly. The attorney didn't hesitate a second. "Two hundred million." Kevin's attorneys protested immediately and loudly. Kevin raised his hands and silenced them. "I don't respond well to extortion. Or threats." The lead attorney smiled. "This is no threat. If you don't accept, I have enough other clients to turn this into a class action suit. Then we're talking about potentially billions in award and punative damages." Kevin's eyes narrowed. "I have half a mind to fight this tooth and nail. I despise attempts at intimidating me." The lead attorney's grin grew wide and smug. "I like nothing more than an easy battle. If you fight, you'll lose." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "If you settle, you're out a few million. But if you fight, we'll take everything, and throw in an injunction against you ever using your magic again." Kevin stared hard at the lead attorney, then sat back. "We'll see who wins and who loses." The door to the conference room burst open, and Gerri stepped in. She scanned the room quickly, then raced to Kevin's side. As she leaned over to whisper in Kevin's ear, her low-cut blouse exposed a lot of her ample cleavage. From the corner of his eye, Kevin saw the attorneys' eyes widen, their expressions grow to broad grins as they stared at the inviting valley between Gerri's big boobs. Gerri straightened, smiled, then scurried out of the room, with the opposing attorneys watching her delightful ass wiggle all the way. Kevin managed to supress a smile. "A little pressing studio business," he apologized with a feeble smile. "Sorry for the interruption. Now, where were we?" He lost the grin. "Oh, yes. You were talking about a settlement. Well, I probably need to consult with my team before we say anything more about possible settlements." The lead attorney nodded knowingly. "Of course. We will be expecting to hear from you very soon. And since you are probably short of liquid assets, we could accept some of your investments as part of the settlement. Say, the Nymphs? They are probably worth thirty or forty million." Kevin scowled. "You know they're worth a hell of a lot more than that. What you are proposing is highway robbery - converting my non-liquid assets for pennies on the dollar." The lead attorney just smiled. "That's the legal business," he explained. Kevin walked into his office, and found the wizard, Natalie, and Gerri waiting for him. Gerri looked very concerned, especially as Kevin walked menacingly toward her. Just at the last second, Kevin's menacing expression turned to a broad grin and he swept Gerri into a big bear hug. "That was perfect!" he exclaimed. Natalie looked uncertain. "You think they bought it?" Kevin shrugged as he let Gerri down. "We'll know soon enough." He turned to his old friend. "Did you get anything?" The old man just grinned. "The lead attorney was fairly oozing with a magical aura." He snorted. "And just like him to play the lead role as the drama winds to a climax!" "I checked the client list for the guy while you were meeting," Natalie offered. "Lyle is listed as one of the guy's primary clients." The wizard smiled. "Of course. Deception upon misdirection, intrigue within mystery. He doesn't work any other way." He got a faraway look in his eyes. "It's been a long time since I've had to outwit him." "Who?" Natalie, Kevin, and Gerri simultaneously demanded. The wizard smiled. "Elric, of course." CHAPTER 15 Kevin paced nervously. If there was going to be any resolution, he should be meeting his adversary any moment. That this meeting had been requested - no, demanded - by the lead attorney planning to sue him should have made Kevin nervous. And when he had agreed to the meeting, he had feigned nervousness. And tipped his hand by mentioning that he would meet with Lyle if that were necessary. The lead attorney had actually seemed pleased at Kevin's request. He had to try hard to supress a smile. Well, Kevin thought, two can play that game. A side door creaked open, and daylight flooded through the opening, framing the silouhette of a large round man. As footsteps echoed through the cavernous sound stage, the door slammed shut, cutting off the sunlight. "Nice to see you again, Munson," the man boomed as he stepped slowly into the circle of light on the floor. Kevin was at a distinct disadvantage now. Lyle could see him, but was himself lost in the dim light. "I'd have thought you wouldn't be happy," Kevin replied lightly. "After all, the last time I saw you, you looked a little different." Kevin moved his hands in an hourglass shape, smiling. The large man stepped into the light. Kevin saw that he was not frowning - he appeared almost pleased with himself. "A little change is good, don't you think?" He extended his hand politely. Kevin tilted his head. "Trusting, aren't we? Especially after everything that's happened between us?" He didn't lift his own hand. Lyle looked startled for a second, then grinned. "Touche. I can understand why you might be a bit nervous. Especially with all the bad luck I've been hearing about." Kevin smiled thinly. "I don't believe in luck," he said confidently. Then he got businesslike. "Okay, Lyle, I'm here. What's this all about?" Lyle grinned. "I know all about your legal troubles." Kevin interrupted. "You should. It's your hired gun that seems to be stirring up the trouble." Lyle merely shrugged. "What he does with his off time is up to him. But he is paid to let me know about opportunity. And this seems like a good opportunity." Kevin's eyes narrowed. "Opportunity for what? Blackmail? Extortion?" Lyle smiled. He started to raise his hand, and Kevin glared. "Surely you aren't so naive as to think I wouldn't take some precautions," he said in a warning tone. Lyle laughed, then pulled a medallion from under his shirt. "As would I." He let the medallion fall to his chest. "Too bad, Kevin. I still want to see you as a big-boobed bimbo." A smile crept on Kevin's face. "Another time, perhaps." "Okay, Munson. Enough posturing and petty bickering." Lyle was very serious. "Your station is in serious trouble. I'll take it off your hands. All of it, including liability. Wiz-TV and the Nymphs." He slowly pulled some papers from his jacket pocket. "All you need to do to free yourself is sign it all over to me." Kevin didn't flinch. He just smiled broadly. "I'm disappointed, Lyle. Of all people, I thought you, at least, would have some subtlety and panache." His eyes narrowed. "Of course, you always have used brute force, just like when you tried to blackmail the senator with the bimbo pictures." Lyle's face went white. Kevin grinned. "Oh, yes. I know all about that. And many other things that you've done, Lyle." Kevin stared deeply at his adversary. "Or should I say, Elric?" The other man exploded, his face contorted with anger. And when the anger subsided, the face and body of Lyle were replaced with the true likeness of Elric Morgan, a wizard of great renown and evil intent. "How could you know?" he sputtered, still trying to regain his composure. Kevin just smiled. "Let's say that I have my means." Elric glowered, then raised his hands and waved them at Kevin, releasing a spell of great power. And Kevin just stood, smiling, as the waves of magic engulfed him. "Fool!" Elric hissed as he released the magic. "You rely on your amulets to protect you." Then Elric grinned as Kevin slowly changed before his eyes. Kevin felt the magic encompassing him, and smiled, even as he felt himself shrinking. He lost inches in height quickly, until he was only 5' 4", while his chest swelled outward quickly, ripping the buttons on his shirt as enormous mammaries grew under the spell's influence. His pants stretched, then seams ripped, as his hips widened, while he felt his waist narrowing, constricting until it was only about 20". Kevin felt his face shifting, assuming a more feminine shape, as long blond hair cascaded from his head, down his back, and he knew it was probably brushing his ass. Slowly, Kevin lifted his hands, delicate, feminine, and ending in long red fingernails, and cupped his huge boobs. He looked down, staring at the changes which had been wrought on him by the spell. And then he looked up to Elric. And when he saw the magician, a grin slowly spread over his face. "I assume you like me better in this shape?" he asked in a sultry voice. Elric's mouth opened in disbelief. "How can you...?" he sputtered. Kevin released his boobs and touched the idol now hanging between them. And then slowly, his body began to change. "How can I still think and act like Kevin Munson? How come your spell didn't change me into a lust- crazed bimbo?" Kevin smiled. "I told you not to underestimate me." "That idol should have...." "Should have been infected with the same spirus you used to infect me? Shouldn't have had any effect on me?" Kevin completed his questions. The changes were completed, and Kevin was back in his original body. Elric sputtered, then glared at Kevin. "So you know about the spirus. Well, it won't do you any good. You still don't know how to undo it from yourself." He watched Kevin's face. "Oh, yes. I checked before I came through the door. I know that you are still infected. And you'll never figure your way through the traps and tricks in the spell." He laughed, an evil, hollow laugh. "And you are finished. You and your precious TV station and your Babe-Ball team." Kevin nodded, a grim smile on his face. "Maybe. Maybe not. But I can guarantee that you'll never get them. Not after I expose you." He snapped his finger, and other lights came on, illuminating a couple of TV cameras. And Elric saw that both were manned and recording. Elric nearly exploded. "Damn you, Munson!" Kevin waited for an avalanche of destructive magic from the enraged magician. But he finally got himself under control. "It looks like we have a Mexican standoff," he said finally. "You are still going to lose. Even if I don't win." Kevin nodded his head. "You aren't getting the station or the team." Elric smiled, a menacing grin. "Maybe I won't, but you can't keep them. Not with that spirus loose. You'll never be able to use your magic safely again. If you expose me, I'll never give you the anti-spell." Kevin stared at Elric for a long moment, neither so much as blinking. Finally, Kevin opened his mouth. "Are you up to a challenge?" Elric's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Simple. We have a contest. If I win, you give me the anti-spell, confess, and accept responsibility. But if you win, I sign over Wiz-TV." Elric raised his eyebrows. "And the Nymphs?" Kevin nodded slowly, accepting the additional term. "Done." "Oh, and if I win, you expose all the sleepers," Kevin added thoughtfully. Elric's mouth dropped open in shock. "How did you know..." "That you'd have planted more than one sleeper?" Kevin grinned. "My intern figured that one out." He smiled. "Like I said, you need to practice your subtlety." They both turned to the sound of footsteps, two pair, running toward the light. Natalie and Gerri skidded to a halt beside Kevin, flanking him. "You can't do this," Natalie protested loudly. Elric ignored her. "What did you have in mind?" Kevin smiled. "You know my new game? Labyrinth?" Elric grinned. "Poetic for you to lose your station in one of your own games." He frowned. "How do I know you won't cheat?" Kevin wagged his finger at the magician. "That question could go both ways." Gerri reached up and whispered into Kevin's ear. Kevin's eyebrows lifted in surprise, then he smiled. "How about a random maze?" Elric nodded. "Easy challenges or hard?" Elric looked thoughtful for a second. "Hard challenges. And a one-year consequence for the loser. And I'd like a team challenge. Let's make it more fun for me when you lose." "And no magic use by either team," Kevin said, a smug grin on his face. "Live broadcast tomorrow night? Does that give you enough time to get a team together?" "I'll be there. And shortly thereafter, I'll own Wiz-TV." Elric turned and stomped out of the circle of light, and out of the sound stage. CHAPTER 16 Elric glared at the old wizard, then back at Kevin. "This is your idea of an impartial judge?" The old wizard sat back in his chair, smiling smugly. "You have an idea for someone who dislikes you less than I do? I'd like to hear the name." Elric started to say something, then shut his mouth. "Okay," he finally muttered. The wizard glanced at Kevin and Elric, then at Natalie. When they nodded, he cast a spell. "We have a random maze layout. The traps are all magic, and varied. Both teams will compete in identical mazes." Kevin and Natalie, still stuck in a male body, walked slowly away from the old wizard. He had given each a bracelet which neutralized all of their magic. And the bracelet would not come off, even if they changed bodies. Or sizes. They stepped to the maze entrace platform. Waiting were two fraternity boys, with Gerri hanging on the arm of one of the young men. Kevin smiled. "Are you guys ready?" The first one smiled and nodded enthusiastically, but the second one glanced nervously at Gerri before nodding. Kevin clasped them on the shoulders. "Good. If we win, you each get $10,000, right?" The boys both smiled and nodded their agreement. "Okay, Gerri, please go sit down. We're about to start." Gerri lifted herself up and gave the one guy a deep, lasting kiss, then left the platform. His gaze followed her every step. As Gerri strode toward the broadcast booth, she saw Elric wipe his forehead with a towel. And then she saw a brief glint of metal in the towel, and Elric's hand slid furtively toward his pocket. Gerri gasped, then stumbled quickly away, knowing that she had to find the wizard quickly. She turned a corner, and bumped squarely into the old man. "It's you. Good!" she said in relief. "The other team is cheating! I just saw the other magician slip something metal into his pocket. It looked like some type of medallion or idol!" Gerri was desperate, knowing that if the other team cheated, Kevin and Natalie would lose. And the consequences of such a loss were indeed dire. The old wizard just smiled. "Don't worry. I'm sure it was just your imagination." Gerri was confused. "But I saw it!" she said insistently. "He slipped something into his pocket!" The old wizard smiled again. He waved his hand, and Gerri's expression went blank. "Just go watch, and enjoy the games." Like a robot, Gerri stumbled away from the old wizard. She couldn't remember what, but it seemed as if there had been something she wanted to tell him. Maybe after the game, she would remember. The spotlights came on full, and Kevin saw the red light on the camera. "Good evening, and welcome to a very special edition of Labyrinth. I'm Kevin Munson, your host." He turned as another camera picked up the scene. "You probably have heard the news stories describing some problems we have been having here at Wiz-TV. Well, I'm not going to deny that we've had a few problems. But we have everything under control. And to prove it, I'm going to be competing myself, unaided by magic, in a special round of Labyrinth." Kevin switched back to the first camera. "Tonight, we have a challenge match, in the team competition format." Kevin introduced his team. "My sometimes assistant, Natalie, is tonight competing in male form. And from the Theta Iota fraternity, Rick and Perry round out the team." The team members smiled and waved. "And challenging us is a team led by an old acquaintance, someone who has been involved in our problems and their solution, Elric." The magician stepped forward, taking a slight bow. "I'll let my opponent introduce his team." Elric stepped forward, smiling. "One of the greatest pro wrestlers of all time, the Boston Bruiser." The crowd cheered as the large, muscular man stepped forward, making menacing growls and displaying his muscles. "From pro football, one of the game's outstanding cornerbacks, Aaron." The pro football player stepped forward and smiled, a mild display compared to that of the wrestler. "And a US Olympic track star, Mike." Natalie stood quietly beside Kevin, concerned. She leaned toward Kevin. "This isn't going to be easy, the way he stacked the deck." Kevin just smiled confidently. "Brains, not brawn." After Elric finished introducing his team, Kevin smiled as the camera switched back to him. "And here tonight as a special referee is an old friend, a wizard of great achievement." Kevin watched as the old man swept onto the stage, his robes swirling. He raised his hand and waved, smiling pleasantly. Then he vanished, appearing in the referee's box above the mazes. The crowd cheered wildly. "Let me remind you all of our rules," the wizard boomed from above the mazes. No magic use is permitted by the contestants. Each magician is wearing a special amulet to enforce this rule." Kevin held up his hand, displaying the bracelet. "Each team member will start in a random location within the maze. The team must all exit the maze to win. There is only one true exit. All fake exits lead to the penalty box. Within the maze are tricks and traps, including spell-ball- firing robots which will chase the contestants, teleporters, magical potions and amulets. Some of the floor tiles in the mazes have magical spells." Kevin thought of what he would have to offer the old man to get him on the Wiz-TV team. The man was a natural. But he wrinkled his nose. The old man was having too much fun with his magic shop. "The spells do random and fun things, like change the gender, enhance certain characteristics, cause the victim to act like a bimbo, change clothing to very skimpy clothes, and so forth. A couple of the amulets and potions are beneficial; enhancing the user's speed, giving temporary immunity to magic spells, reversing some of the spells, and so forth." Kevin watched his team. One of the fraternity boys, Rick, looked a little nervous. The wizard continued. "If both teams are ready, we will begin the competition. After this commercial break." As soon as the commercials were over, the teams were teleported into maze. Looking smug, Elric retrieved the amulet from his pocket, and put it on. He heard a spell-bot, and laughed. The spell-bot came into view and fired, scoring a direct hit on the cocky magician. Elric moved to step around the spell-bot, and his face displayed sudden horror as he realized he was moving very slowly. Up in the judge's booth, the wizard smiled. A national TV audience had just seen Elric try to cheat - unsuccessfully of course, thanks to the wizard's foresight. In another part of the maze, Elric's track star paused a second, picked a path, and raced, ducking quickly around a corner when he spied a spell-bot. He found himself plunging headlong into a misty corridor, and as he ran, felt himself changing. He stopped suddenly, and watched as he was transformed. His hips and chest swelled, while his waist narrowed. Long black curls descended from his scalp. His shirt strained to contain the large boobs, which he tried to hold in with his now female hands. Then he turned, startled by a noise, and fled down the corridor, running awkwardly, unused to the wider hips and front-heavy chest. Behind him, the spell-bot which had startled him trudged slowly and determinedly after him. One of the fraternity guys, Perry, rounded a corner and spied a doorway. He paused momemtarily, then stepped through, with the intention of re-entering if he had found the exit. Instead, he found himself in the penalty box, and transformed into a large-breasted black woman, with her face in the lap of one man, and another man thrusting his dick in from behind. He tried to scream, but when he opened his mouth, the penis slid in. Natalie turned a corner cautiously, peering to see if a spell-bot lay in wait. Instead, she saw a misty corridor. She frowned, and started to back up, and stepped on a trap tile. Instantly, her body began to reshape itself to a female form. At least she was out of the male body, she thought, but she wished that the wizard wasn't so fond of overly-large breasts. The wrestler wandered around a corner, and into a dead end. As he started to turn, he spied something on the floor in the corner. He picked up the bottle and looked carefully at it, then uncorked and sniffed it. Shrugging, he tipped his head back and quaffed the contents, then tossed the empty bottle back into the corner with a crash. He waited a few seconds, didn't notice any changes, so he strode back into the maze. And bumped into a gorgeous black woman with enormous tits - the track star. And as soon as the transformed track star spied the wrestler, she ripped the remains of her shirt off, exposing her large firm breasts. She pressed her boobs against the wrestler, while her arms reached up and encircled his neck, drawing him downward for a deep passionate kiss. The wrestler found himself inexplicably horny, and the two nearly shredded their clothes in their haste to disrobe. Kevin backed around a corner, his eyes wide with fear. Slowly, the spell-bot advanced on him. And Kevin found himself in a dead end, with nowhere to run. The spell-bot fired, and Kevin began a transformation. Long wavy auburn hair capped his new female form, with the customary wide hips, narrow waist, and big boobs of the wizard's spells. Kevin guessed they were double-D's at least. The spell-bot fired again, and Kevin's clothes shimmered and changed into a string bikini, while his shoes changed into spike high heels. Kevin lurched around the spell-bot, an awkward move in the four-inch heels. He dove down a corridor just as the spell-bot fired again. The dive saved him; the spell-ball sailed cleanly past him. And hit Rick, the other fraternity guys on Kevin's team. He stopped, stunned by the effect of the spell-ball. A built-in sensor on the spell-bot detected that Rick was immobile, so it moved in another direction, searching for more players. Elric heard a commotion, and realized that it wasn't a spell-bot, but two of his team. He peered, and realized he needed to go down a misty corridor. He steeled his jaw and strode purposefully into the corridor, realizing even as he entered the mist that his body was morphing, rearranging itself into the form of a busty young woman. Rick shook off the effects of the stun-ball, and glanced around. He heard a spell-bot nearby, so he quickly glanced around corners and down corridors. He saw someone - he couldn't tell exactly who the busty woman was - round a corner, and moments later, the spell-bot lumbered into view. Rick charged, lowering his shoulder. At the last possible second, the spell-bot's sensors picked up Rick, and the gun turned to shoot. At the same time, Rick's shoulder block knocked the spell-bot over. Rick disentangled himself from the fallen spell-bot, and found himself sitting in a string bikini, the top dangling uselessly around his male chest, while his shoes had changed to high-heels. He tried to pry the high heels from his feet, then gave up. Clearly they were magically attached. He felt a small hand grasping his arm, and he lifted himself to his feet. Rick turned, and saw Kevin. Rick felt himself filling with desire for the voluptuous woman. He felt his dick hardening, then glanced down at the ridiculous sight of his hardened manhood poking its way above the tiny feminine bikini, while his balls pushed the tiny cloth triangle outward, barely containing his masculinity. And he saw Kevin's eyes widen at the sight. Kevin found himself full of desire, staring at the hard dick, wanting it. He steeled himself, fighting the building lust, and fled down a corridor. Rick glanced around, suddenly uncertain, then followed Kevin. Perry emerged from the trap door, his penalty time in the porno movie over. He groaned loudly when he saw that his body remained that of the voluptuous black woman, clad in a lacy teddy. He heard something nearby, and fearing the spell-bots, he practically leaped around a corner. And landed squarely on a teleporter square. A bright flash of light enveloped him, and then he found himself deposited somewhere else in the maze. He peeked around a corner, and spied a bottle. Perry checked around himself, then picked up the bottle and guzzled the potion. He tossed the bottle aside and stepped away, then did a double take as he saw the bottle falling in slow- motion. He stepped quickly, moving as a flash to normal people, and entered yet another corridor. At its end, he stepped into the intersection, and felt a sudden tugging on his chest as his large boobs swelled to incredible proportions, tearing the lacy red teddy to shreds. He grasped them, trying to contain their growth, until finally the enlarging stopped. And then Perry saw a movement from the corner of his eye. He turned quickly, sending his boobs oscillating and bouncing enough to nearly knock him off balance, and he spied the spell-bot. In slow-motion, it fired the spell-ball. Perry ducked it easily, then laughed as he fled down another corridor. Elric heard someone coming, so he paused and pressed himself into a corner. Then he gave a sigh of relief as he spied the cornerback, still in his normal body, peeking around the corner. The cornerback stepped slowly into Elric's corridor. Without saying a word, Elric motioned for the cornerback to follow him. Another few corners, and they came to a doorway. The cornerback raised his eyebrows, uncertain what to do. But Elric grabbed his hand and pulled him through the magic portal. And found them in a penalty box. Elric glanced around in horror at the red and pink satin bed he was laying on, then he realized he was naked, his legs were spread, and the cornerback was about to enter him. Then, after the pro player finished, he sat up with a grin, only to find himself changing into a lovely black woman. Instantly, both women were filled with lust and began kissing and caressing each other. Kevin struggled to not look at Rick. He knew his self-control was slipping away, and he had to find the others. As he turned a corner, he was nearly flattened by a dark shape with huge boobs. And as he lifted himself back to his feet, he saw Perry, now utterly female and under the speed spell, rip the bikini bottom from Rick and begin frantically stroking his dick. Kevin barked an order to stay put, then sped off to find Natalie, not even aware that he was rubbing himself in frustration. The track star pulled her female body from the wrestler, and suddenly changed back to male form. Fighting the gag reflex, the two charged into another corridor. They spied a portal, but after glancing at each other, passed it by. A spell-bot fired, and they ducked into a misty corridor to avoid it, running from the persistent little nuisance. And as they ran, their hips widened and boobs grew, until both were women. And then the nasty little spell-bot fired blindly into the corridor and scored two lucky rapid-fire hits on the wrestler. His boobs swelled to enormous proportions, while his hair lightened to blond. He began giggling, holding the grossly enlarged tits, while calling out, "Slow down. My boobies can't run that fast!" in a bimbo voice. Natalie ducked, and a spell-ball sailed over her shoulder. She heard another plop, and tried to dodge again, but she felt the tingle in her back. Her groan deepend in pitch quickly as she morphed back to a male body. And then she stumbled into Kevin, tangling themselves and falling to the floor. As Kevin rose, he heard the distinct plop and felt the tingling of the spell-ball. His boobs swelled in size, right in Natalie's face. Unable to control herself, she began to kiss and lick the large nipple closest to her mouth. Kevin felt an electric thrill from his super- sensitive nipple. He was about to lose control, to give in to the almost overpowering urges, when he mustered every bit of his remaining self-control, reached out, and slapped Natalie. She, too, regained a bit of control, and visibly fighting the powerful desires, struggled to her feet. As they emerged from the penalty box, the cornerback returned to his normal male body, but Elric stayed female. Shaking his head to clear it, Elric picked a direction and stepped away from the portal. As they stepped into another intersection, the blinding flash of a teleporter engulfed them. And there, in front of them, was a small intricate bottle. The cornerback glanced at Elric, then started to reach for it. Elric had other plans. He grabbed the cornerback's arm, then grabbed the bottle himself. Quickly, he unstoppered the bottle and quaffed the magic liquid. He stood still for a second, waiting. But nothing happened. He tossed the bottle angrily to the floor, then stomped away. Natalie rounded a corner and spotted the two fraternity brothers, just as a spell-bot turned another corner. They were momentarily distracted by Natalie's appearance, and the spell-bot got off a clean shot. Instantly, Rick began to change. He shrank in height quickly, and lost muscle mass as his body reshaped itself to female form. Natalie laughed to herself. The wizard must have screwed up - Rick was turning into a dainty little oriental woman, and with only average-sized boobs! And then she saw the looks on both Rick and Perry as they scanned her male form. Both began caressing their bodies, tenderly touching their breasts, tummies, and crotches. As one, they rushed her, and narrowly missed another spell-ball volley. Natalie turned to run, and bumped directly into Kevin. All four landed in a tangle on the floor. Elric heard another person, and quickly located the source - the track star in his sexy female body, and his wrestler. Despite the fact that his team was now assembled, Elric didn't seem to notice. He did, however, notice that his boobs seemed bigger. And he noticed himself staring at the full crotch of the cornerback. As a corner of his mind looked on in horror, Elric turned and grabbed the cornerback, pulling his female body close to the muscular black athlete. And so were the wrestler and the track star. As a look of shock spread across the cornerback's face, he turned, trying to both pry himself free from the horny women and run. He lurched, and smashed into a spell-bot just rounding a corner. Tingling spread everywhere as the spell-bot broke, accidentally discharging all its spell-balls simultaneously. And when the magic was done, the cornerback was staring at his huge boobs, long blond hair, and the enormous dick nestled between his legs sticking out from the tiny bikini! He reached out hesitantly, checking to see if the boobs were in fact real, then repeated the experiment with the other hand on his dick. And both were real! He looked up at his teammates, and his mouth dropped in shock as three big-boobed, sex-crazed women scrambled to grab and caress his enormous manhood. To them, the bizarre boobs and womanly appearance mattered not. They only wanted to have his dick! He screamed and fled into the maze. Natalie rounded a corner, followed by the pursuing women, and saw what appeared to be a portal. She stopped suddenly, and the three pursuers crashed into her, almost knocking her to the floor. Then Kevin saw the portal too. He looked at Natalie, who just shrugged. They didn't know if this was the exit, or a penalty box, or a teleporter. There was only one way to find out. As Natalie took a step toward the portal, a spell-bot emerged across the intersection and swung toward them to fire. The team turned and fled down a corridor, and ran headlong into a magical mist. The cornerback, a bizarre combination of bimbo and overendowed man, ran panic-stricken past a portal, chased by three obviously horny women. Trailing the bunch was Elric. By now, his boobs were clearly much larger - to the point of looking ridiculous, and they were bouncing everywhere. His waist, too, had comic-book proportions, as the potion continued its effects. Elric mustered his self control and stopped at the portal. He shrieked and called after his team, trying to get them back. But they ran onward, a comical procession of a she-male and two horny big-titted women. Elric screamed in frustration, then moved toward the portal. CHAP 17 Kevin and his team found themselves shrinking in the mist, the walls seeming to grow, as the magic took effect. By the time they emerged from the mist, Natalie was only about 4 feet tall, and she was the tallest. And at the end of the corridor stood a portal. Natalie looked at Kevin, uncertainly. But Kevin nodded with confidence. The team, as one, stepped boldy into the portal. Elric stepped through the portal, and found himself standing in a small room, alone, but with the spells intact. He screamed in anger. But for his team, they would all have exited together, and won. He looked around the walls, searching for a way back into the maze so he could round up his team. But the walls were plain, devoid of portals. And then a gong sounded. The walls dissolved, and Elric's team magically joined him, still in their bizarre magically-altered bodies. They stood in silence as they watched Kevin's team, three big-boobed midgets and a dwarf, doing high-5s, clapping each other's backs, and otherwise whooping it up. Elric took an angry step toward Kevin, and then stopped as the old wizard appeared in a flash. Elric glared at Kevin, then looked back at his team. The cornerback, a bizarre she-male, was trying to hide his body, ducking his face away from where he thought the camera was. The track star started to cry as he covered himself in shame. And the wrestler was quickly joined on the stage by his manager, who pinched his ass and tried to grope his large boobs. Elric started to say something to Kevin, but couldn't think of what he wanted to say. What came out of his mouth was the proud declaration, "I've got the biggest boobies!" in a silly, bimboish tone. Elric was lovingly caressing his boobs, giggling, and occasionally glancing at a guy and blowing him a kiss. The wizard waved his hands, and Kevin's team was restored to their proper appearances. Then he turned to Elric. He cast a quick spell, and Elric seemed to regain some sense of who and where he was. "Okay, Elric," the wizard said evenly after making sure they were in a commercial break, "it's time you faced the music." Elric dropped his head in defeat. Finally, he looked at Kevin and began to recite a magical formula. Then he dropped his head again. "Not so fast," Kevin said sternly, looking up from his reduced height. "You need to publicly accept responsibility for everything that has happened here. And sign a confession and acceptance of liability." And when the camera came back on, Elric publicly confessed to the attempt to ruin Wiz-TV. Kevin's secretary had seen many strange people go into Kevin's office. But she went into shock when the old wizard led a procession of four midgets, three of whom were very busty, into Kevin's office. She froze, and for the rest of the day, other staff members placed odd things in her hands, her hair, rearranged her clothes and desk, and otherwise had fun. When the day finally ended, she drove home like a robot, oblivious to all the fun the rest of the office had had. Kevin tried to sit in his chair, but it was not practical given his height. He gave up and stood behind his desk. The wizard slid easily into a chair, grinning. "The spirus is just what we had figured. Do you realize I was only one step away from decoding it completely? Just one step!" "Okay, so you're a genius at decoding spiruses," Kevin squeaked. "Now undo these damned spells!" The wizard performed a careful incantation over Kevin. He carefully removed the anti-magic bracelet, then stood and smiled. "Try to undo the change spells yourself." Kevin glanced at Natalie, then waved his hands. Quickly, his body returned to a normal height - normal for a woman, that is. Next, he returned to his own body. When that was successful, Natalie cheered, as did Gerri. "Damn," the old wizard muttered. "I wish you'd stayed female. You looked a lot better that way." Kevin laughed, the first time he'd felt like laughing in a long time. "You old lech! It's guys like you that make me afraid to be female for any time." Kevin quickly returned Natalie to her proper form, then restored Rick and Perry, the fraternity boys. No sooner had he restored Rick than Gerri ran to him and wrapped her arms around him, reaching up eagerly to kiss him. Kevin smiled sadly. "How much is still Gary?" Natalie asked him, thinking the same thing that Kevin had. Kevin shook his head. "We have to decontaminate her from the spirus," he said softly. Kevin reached out and gingerly pulled Gerri free from Rick, then did a lengthy spell. Gerri's eyes blurred, and she stumbled. Natalie grabbed her arm, and helped her sit. "Is it all over?" Gerri asked, a bit dazed. Natalie nodded. Gerri looked up at Natalie, then at Kevin, and finally at Rick. Then she dropped her head into her hands and began to cry. After a while, Natalie and Gerri left the room together. And still later, they returned. Gerri looked like she'd had a long cry. "Go on," Natalie urged Gerri, giving her a gentle push toward Kevin. Hesitantly, Gerri stepped toward Kevin, her eyes firmly glued to the floor. Finally she stopped, a couple of feet from Kevin. "I don't think I want to change back," she said very softly. Kevin reached out and gently lifted her chin. "You realize that it's been mostly magic that have helped you behave like a woman, don't you?" Gerri blinked, fighting back tears. "But I still want to stay." Kevin smiled, and started to perform a spell. Gerri interrupted him. "But I think I'd like smaller boobs," she added softly. Kevin waved his hands, performed the incantation, and Gerri's chest shrank a bit. Now, instead of an F-cup or G- cup, she was merely a double-D. Gerri smiled. Kevin's secretary was almost back to normal. She led a group of busty women into Kevin's office without any comment, and more importantly, without flinching. The ladies sat down, some a little awkwardly. But Kevin was impressed by how they looked. While they were all well endowed and shapely, he was more impressed by their makeup and clothing. Kevin's secretary came back in with tea. A couple of the girls took cups - Kevin again noted that they were holding the cups properly. One of the girls, Jacelyn, as Kevin remembered, spoke up finally. "Thanks for seeing us on such short notice, Mr. Munson." Kevin waved off the thanks. "It's the very least I could do for you." Jacelyn shook her head, the auburn waves swirling about her pretty face. "No, you've done more than we had a right to expect. I'd like to apologize, on behalf of the girls, for the threats we made." Kevin smiled. "Have you thought about what you are going to do?" Jacelyn nodded. "Since the four of us can't change back, we're pretty much stuck. And none of us really like the idea of ending the pregnancies." Jacelyn swallowed hard. "The other girls voted to stay with us. We were fraternity brothers, after all. Now I guess we'll be be sorority sisters." Kevin nodded. "I think I understand. And the settlement from Elric should provide adequate compensation for your troubles." Jacelyn laughed. "I think it'll do. We did have a bit of trouble with our families. Some of them didn't understand. Families!" She rolled her eyes. "And the Gamma Omega National was none too keen about our becoming a sorority!" She looked back at Kevin, her eyes blue pools of sincerity. "Anyway, thanks for all you've done. You know, in some ways, this may actually be for the best." Kevin drove like a madman to the beach, with Natalie and Gerri alternately clutching the armrests for dear life, and praying frantically for their safety. Today was a special double-event: the final show of the Macho Man competition, and a beach games show. And in celebrating the end of their misfortunes, Kevin had nearly forgotten. An assistant rushed to Kevin to pin on a microphone, and then pushed Kevin toward the cameras. The KMJC radio team, the losers of the last beach games contest, were challenging another team, with the hope of returning to their male bodies. Kevin introduced both shows, then introduced the two final Macho Man competitors. And then each man was placed into a glass booth on the beach, under the hot sun. Kevin smiled - each booth had a spell which would make the men much more responsive to visual stimulation, and another spell which would make the occupant unable to have any satisfaction while in the booth. The DJs, having already spent some time as women, were much more familiar with their bodies, and were mopping up the competition. And between games, they were very provocatively strutting between the booths, flaunting their large sexy breasts, licking their lips, and otherwise tormenting the poor guys within the booths. Both men wanted desperately to satisfy their inexplicable lust, made all the more intense by the inviting behavior of the big-breasted contestants. And they found themselves unable to do it. Finally, one man broke. He burst from the booth, clutching his swollen penis, jacking off madly. And within seconds, his body altered itself. The dick vanished, while his chest ballooned outward. Thick, wavy red hair cascaded down his back, past his tiny waist, until it brushed against the bikini which had suddenly appeared. Kevin rushed to the other booth, and opened it. The man practically crawled out, desperately rubbing himself. And as soon as he exited the booth, all the pent-up frustration released itself in one massive orgasm. To Kevin's shock, the poor man passed out. The DJs stood around, celebrating, as Kevin changed them one-by-one back to their normal form. Finally, Kevin came to Hal. Hal looked at Kevin, then at Samantha. Kevin smiled. "Oh, yeah, Natalie changed you for him." Hal looked up at Samantha. "You sure about this?" he said uncertainly. Samantha, in the male body, nodded down to Hal. "We tried it one way. Let's try the other." She got a big grin. "Besides, Natalie said we can always borrow her amulet if we get bored." Hal smiled. "Okay, do it." Kevin waved his hands, and Hal found himself back in his male body, while Samantha shrank back to her normal female proportions. Hal grinned, then glanced down and felt his flat chest. "You know, after all this time, I may just miss those things," he observed. Samantha laughed, then rubbed her crotch lightly. "I know how you feel." Kevin smiled. Today had been a good show. Now it was time to get back to the office and work on new games and concepts.