Taurus Terminus: A Hucow Story

Kayla tapped her pen on the top of her portfolio. The meeting room was hot. Despite the heat, in front of every single employee sat a coffee cup, steam rising from the small mouth of the lid. The meeting started ten minutes late because everyone needed their coffee. They should have held the damn thing in the line at Starbucks to save time. Everyone waited in silence as Prisila read through the brief. The account executives already knew her decision. All their presentations over the past week meant jack shit. Brayden would get the account because Brayden wanted the account. Kayla’s rival sat at their boss’s right hand, the usual smug look on his face.

Of all the things she hated about Brayden, his looks ranked highest. She didn’t think she knew anyone more attractive. In a vacuum, Brayden would have been her dream guy. Unfortunately, his personality had the effect of covering his rock hard body, golden curls, and sparkling smile in a thin veneer of shit. Even his smug attitude was earned, somewhat. He brought in millions for the firm, thanks in no small part to old female executives pining for a slice of young meat and old male executives channeling their desire to relive their youth through Brayden’s success. Or, in some cases, their own slice of the meat. Brayden always seemed to be working. If Kayla went out one night a month to blow off steam with friends, then Brayden spent every single night at a bar somewhere in midtown making sure anyone with a hint of power knew Brayden could help them get more of it. Success breeds success, after all.

Prisila dropped the brief on the table, “Ok, its Brayden. Pretty sure that surprises no one. The rest of you did some amazing work, and I think we can re-purpose a good deal of it in the future. Right now, though, I want to put all our resources into Brayden’s push. Kayla, I want you working with Brayden on development. Trish, Marcus, and John are on deployment. Start spinning up your contacts. We have six months to make sure every bar in this city has a bottle of our clients…what is it again? Vodka?”

“Gin,” Brayden said with a smile.

“Ugh, who’s making gin these days. Whatever. Put in a full day, all of you. At five, we’re officially underway with apparently a gin and tonic party down at Enlight. Olly, you’re in charge of getting that together. If I see a single one of you with brown liquor or wine, you’re fired. I’m not sure I can legally say that, but you know I fucking mean it. Meeting over.”

Prisila and her assistants fluttered up from the table like startled quail. The other department heads grumbled about their assignments between themselves before barking orders at the lower level execs. Brayden watched it all happen with that same bemused smirk. Occasionally, his eyes drifted down the table to look at Kayla. She made a point of staring daggers back at him. Sure, his campaign proposal was good, but it wasn’t great. Exactly like all the other times Prisila declared Brayden’s plan the best. Its the sort of thing that started up the rumors. Fucking the boss to get ahead was nearly expected in this line of work. Kayla didn’t begrudge it to Brayden if that were the case. She did lament that Prisila didn’t like a good licking. Kayla didn’t consider herself bisexual, but if it meant adding a zero to her salary, she could muster plenty of enthusiasm.

The room cleared except for Brayden and Kayla. “Right,” he said. “I think this will work best if I work client side, and you work creative side. Play to our strengths.”

“So you can go out boozing with your CEO pals while I do all the work?”

“C’mon Kayla. I know its hard to be beat at the table, but put that aside. You’ve got the best design portfolio in the company. If you had an ounce more inclination towards client integration, you’d be the boss’s favorite.” He grabbed one of the binders from in front of him and opened it up to one of Kayla’s demo ads. “Look at this. It’s smart, clever, and clear in its intent. Hell, I don’t even like oranges, but looking at this ad makes me think I should buy some to have around the house. You did this generic mock-up in what, an hour? That’s how good you are. You can convince people in a one page ad that you thought up on the train into work that oranges are as much home decor as they are a food.”

“Fuck off, Brayden. I don’t take the train.” She didn’t need to be patronized. Brayden hadn’t always been the boss’s pet. For the first two years they worked together, Brayden had been a fumbling idiot who could barely form a sentence while talking to Kayla, let alone standing up in front of Prisila. He’d been intimidated by women, and all the women knew it. Even Kayla had him dancing on a pin for her. She could tug down her top a little, and little Brayden would scurry to do her bidding. Then he hit the gym or got a therapist or a stylist or all of them, and he developed this insufferable confidence.

He shrugged and dropped the portfolio. “Like I said, you work creative. We’ll meet in the middle. Let me know if you have any questions, but the brief outlines the plan well enough. Remember, Kayla, this is my plan. Prisila picked me. Maybe take the olive branch.” He flashed her another smile as he stood up. “See you at the party.”

The gin and tonic tasted like shit. Kayla gulped it down anyway. “People don’t like the taste of booze,” she rambled at the gathered gaggle of her work “friends”. Any one of the current sycophants would stab her in the back the first chance they got. “That’s the first thing to understand about selling alcohol. The shit people like? That’s been around for hundreds of years and costs more than anyone with sense can afford. So the trick is convincing people that what you’re selling them is somehow refined or perfected to suit the sophisticated palette. People don’t give a damn if it tastes like lighter fluid so long as they sound smart and savvy when they order it. Jack and Coke is ordered ten times more often than a whiskey and Coke. Or, god, a whiskey and cola, could you imagine? That’s how branding matters.” She finished the glass and let the ice rattle around at the bottom. “Olly, go get me another drink.”

The underling scuttled off. Kayla decided she needed some fresh air. She didn’t bother saying goodbye to her crowd or excusing herself. They didn’t matter. She knew it, they knew it, and everyone in the room knew it. Maybe they would matter one day, but by then they would be so wrapped up in pissing down that they wouldn’t notice the people who once pissed on them standing beside them. Kayla crossed the room, saying hello to a few of the people who did matter. Olly found her and offered her the drink. He was cute. Shorter than she liked, but the whole metrosexual Indian vibe worked for her. She might ask him to go home with her later. He’d see it as a huge opportunity, and she could use a dick inside of her. Win win.

She stepped out onto the bar patio. Other than two groups of people smoking discretely at the far end, it was nearly deserted. Everyone wanted to be inside to glam it up for Prisila. Oddly, Brayden sat at a table by himself, twirling his swizzle stick around in a glass of the vile gin. Kayla walked over and sat down opposite him. He offered a placid smile. “Enjoying the party?”

“So you’re fucking Prisila, right?” Kayla let her drink slam on the table as she crossed her legs. The skirt she’d chosen for the evening didn’t allow for much room to maneuver, so it took a few seconds of awkward fumbling to get comfortable.

Brayden, on the other hand, leaned back with his suave ease. The side of his jacket fell back to show the clean white shirt underneath hugging a fit body as he leaned his arm on a nearby empty chair. His other hand picked up the drink and brought it to his lips. “I have. I’m not currently. And that’s not why she gives me the accounts I go after. I get those because I do good work.”

“Nope. There’s something else. What is it? Do you have some magical guru telling you life affirmations every morning? Are you on coke? Have you joined some bullshit cult that enslaves themselves to you to leech off success?”

His smile faltered.

“Holy shit, there is something,” Kayla’s heels clacked on the ground as she leaned forward. “So what is it, Brayden? You can’t keep a secret to save your life, I bet. What’s giving you the Midas touch?”

The short break in his facade vanished. He once again beamed a disarming smile. “Happiness, Kayla. Contentment. Self understanding. It’s not magic. It’s accepting who you are and taking responsibility for your own choices. People like me because I’m not a miserable bitch all the time. I stopped looking at my job as a cutthroat race to who can burn out the fastest. I do good work because I’m good at this work. You have that too, its all the other shit you have to work on.”

“Then help me,” she said. She hated how pleading it sounded, and thanked whatever deity might listen that they’d been in a private area when her voice cracked. “No one finds self realization in their closet. You did something or went somewhere or read something. I know you did. If you’re truly content and not in the race anymore, then you’ll help me become zen, won’t you?”

“It’s not…it’s a men only thing.”

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ, are you kidding me? You chauvinistic dick, I knew —”

“Calm down! Calm. Down.” A few of the smokers at the far end had looked toward her outburst. Luckily, top level executives having a drunken argument wasn’t unusual. “Look, its not a discrimination thing. Its a,” he lowered his voice to a mere whisper, “it’s a sex thing.”

“You’re not gay, so you’re going to need women at whatever tantric sex lesson you’re talking about.” She smirked as she took another drink, then she paused. “Wait, you aren’t gay right? No, of course not, you fucked our boss. Oh, and Mari in accounting. Bi maybe. If you are, Olly has a tight little ass, and he’d love a promotion.”

Brayden slid back from her. “You’re toxic, you know that? Pure rot in you. Contempt for anything and everyone.”

She stared at him, one eyebrow up while her finger twirled in her drink. “If only someone could save my soul.”

“You don’t understand. It’s not the same for women. Would you listen? It’s more addicting. If you do this, you could never come back from it. And the physical changes can be…problematic.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What exactly are we talking about?”

Brayden got out his wallet and thumbed through for a moment before pulling out a card. It was sleek and simple, like something Kayla herself might design. On it was a simple line drawing of a male and female minotaur. “I was given the card by one of our clients. One of our biggest clients. She goes to watch, but the real joy is the participation. Membership is a hundred and fifty grand a month. Worth every cent. It’s a…transformative experience.”

“Someone’s got their hooks into you for almost two million a year? Yikes, Brayden, I thought you had some sense.”

“I have guest privileges. But they have to participate. The thing is, I can’t bring you in until you agree to do it. I shouldn’t have even told you about it.”

“Do what?” The conversation started to frustrate Kayla. She didn’t like being fucked with, and it was clear Brayden was off his nut about something. “Get in on the ground floor of some idiotic timeshare. Be real here.”

He drained the rest of his drink. “Ok, you have an option. We go back to the party. You keep being the miserable bitch that you are, and eventually I’m your boss. Or, you agree to do whatever I say, and we go have an experience you will never forget.”

“Are you just trying to fuck me? Cause I’ll hate fuck you without all the spooky ultimatums.”

Brayden stood up and fixed his coat. He adjusted his cuffs while he waited.

“Fine. This better be worth my time.”

They took a car out to the suburbs. Brayden gave directions to a gated community filled with houses fifty times the size of Kayla’s apartment. The roads beyond the gate followed no apparent logic, but Brayden gave the driver directions with his usual assuredness until they wound up in front of a massive Victorian style house. “Remember how you got in?” Brayden asked the driver. “Same way back out. Best if you forget how you got here after that.” He dropped several hundreds on the driver’s passenger seat before climbing out and offering his hand to Kayla.

“What is this place?” she asked staring up at the dark house. A few lights glowed from the upper windows, but it certainly didn’t look like anything she’d imagined. She’d started leaning toward the cult idea.

“It a house. Part of some historical preservation, I think. We’re not here for the house. We’re here for what’s underneath the house. Come on.” He cut across the lawn, heading toward a thick grouping of shrubs and bushes on the right side of the house. As they neared, she saw they created a path, winding back through the small garden until they reached a small building set slightly apart from the main house. Kayla thought it looked like a gardener’s shed. Brayden went to it, punched a code on an obscured keypad, and the door clicked open. A few feet inside, an open elevator waited. “Don’t worry, it’s one floor.” He stood aside and gestured for her to enter.

“Are you going to murder me?” Kayla asked. The gin wore off in the car ride, and the strangeness of her current position finally started to register.

“No, quite the opposite. You can still go home. I’ll call the car back.”

She rolled her eyes at him and stepped into the elevator. He joined her, keyed in another code, and they started their descent. The door opened about ten feet lower into a short hallway. At the opposite end sat a man who looked like he could tear Brayden in half with bare hands. Small, black eyes looked at the approaching couple until they were near enough for the man to smile. “Mr. Phillips, back again,” he said, a voice that sounded like stone grating on metal. “And guest?”

“Yes,” Brayden answered. “Her name is Kayla Montgomery. I put her in as a possible.”

“You what?” Kayla asked, surprised.

“We get a set number of referrals. I thought of you at the time.” Brayden smiled as the burly man worked at the door. It opened like a bank vault and from within came sounds of cheering and moans.

“Next slot coming up soon,” the doorman said. “Miss Vox will get you prepped. You know the way.” His small eyes looked up and down at Kayla. “Have fun.”

Brayden took her by the hand and stepped through the final door into whatever bizarre world awaited them. Ahead were large glass windows, curving around a circular room at the center. Beyond the small entrance area, she could hear people moving, cheering, and groaning in pleasure. The sound of sex rang familiar, and the sudden possibility of it excited her. Brayden didn’t lead her toward those rooms, though. Instead, he took a sharp right to a door that led down a set of stairs to a room that reminded Kayla of an old smoker’s lounge. Leather chairs, sofas, and dim yellow lamps. It was empty except for a young woman sitting with her arms crossed and looking at her phone. She had the biggest set of breasts Kayla had ever seen on a woman. “Mr. Phillips! Back again, I see.”

“How anyone stays away, I’ll never know, Miss Vox.”

She put her phone to the side and stood up. Miss Vox wore a very tight fitted bodice and frilled bloomers alongside black and white fishnets that highlighted her dark skin underneath. The enormous breasts threatened to pop out of the bodice at any moment. “Brought your own plaything this time? That’s disappointing. I do so enjoy going in with you.”

“The night is young. Perhaps you can join us for a later show.” Brayden’s bravado had subsided, but something else took its place. Something that caused a bizarre thrill throughout Kayla, complementing the excitement of knowing men and women were copulating feet above her. It wasn’t confidence, or at least not only confidence. It was a power in his voice, his stance, his movements. As Miss Vox moved past them, his hand slid down her side and cupped her ass as though it was the exactly natural thing to do, but Miss Vox didn’t seem owned or indebted to him in any way. All of this puzzled Kayla as Brayden beckoned for her to follow.

Miss Vox led them through to an adjoining room where a full bar waited. The complete lack of others in this part of the building bothered Kayla. Miss Vox walked behind the bar and pulled out two shot glasses. She then went to a safe set in the center of the wall behind the bar. Punching in another code, the safe chirped and opened with a hiss. Cold moisture poured out as she withdrew a bottle filled with white liquid. She took the cork out of the top and poured two shots before returning the bottle to its safe. “I’m going to head up and get a good seat. Maybe on Mr. Carson’s face. Have fun you two.” She sashayed out of the room, back the way they came. Even Kayla enjoyed watching her marvelous ass leave.

Brayden slid the shot over to her. “This is a very, very special drink.”

“Your magic potion? The thing that makes you so successful? Some creme liqueur? Then we go up and watch a sex show so that you can get off and believe in the zen of post nut clarity?”

He shook his head. “No, this is milk.” He took his shot and downed it in a gulp. He looked at his watch. “Go on. You agreed to do what I say. This will be my only instruction. Drink that and everything else will be something you want and need.”

Curious, Kayla picked up the shot and sniffed it. Indeed, it did smell like plain milk. She shrugged and drank it down. The icy cold stuff made her shiver. “Now what?”

“Follow me.” He went to the opposite side of the bar to yet another half obscured door. The next room resembled the fitting room of a high priced dress shop. On either side were cubbies stocked with clean, linen clothes. Brayden started to undress, putting his things in the small storage area. “The gowns there are what the women wear. You can leave your phone, jewelry, and all that.”

“You think I’m going to strip down in front of you because you gave me a shot of cold milk?” The idea didn’t exactly seem terrible to her, but she was still unwilling to give Brayden even the slightest extra advantage.

“Do what you want, but in about twelve minutes, if you’re still wearing that dress, it’s going to be ruined. Shame to waste such a pretty thing.” As he talked, he slipped out of his suit, hanging it up with no real care. His body looked more or less how she expected, firm and well built from head to toe. If she had to be in some weird sex cult, she couldn’t imagine someone better to be her partner. Still, her own insecurities didn’t vanish that easily. She angled herself around until she was out of his line of sight. The dress came off with some difficulty, and she replaced it with a kimono like garment from one of the hangers. “The bra too, and the panties. Put on the pair they have for you.” He didn’t turn to look at her as he talked. Instead, he shucked down his own boxers, giving her a full view of his lily white ass. She looked away blushing, but followed his orders.

A few minutes later, she stood beside him at the bottom of a new set of stairs. They led up into the center room, like those which led up to the sands of a coliseum. “Ok, Brayden. I’ve gone this far. Tell me what’s going to happen. I’m not chickening out or going to spoil your secret, but if I’m about to be center stage in a sex show, I want to know.”

He took her hand into his. “We’re going to change. You’re going to leave behind your humanity in this room. Up there, we become something much more primal. You will be freed of your worries. When its over, we come back here and pick up the trappings of our other life.” Hand in hand, they started up the steps.

“Unbounded creatures of the Taurus Terminus,” Miss Vox’s voice resounded from the all around them as they ascended. “Please welcome, for your entertainment and enjoyment, Mr. Phillips and his consort, Ms. Montgomery. Mr. Phillips has consumed Nectar four times. Ms. Montgomery is a Nectar Virgin.”

They emerged from the dark hallway into a circular room with several large cushioned pedestals. Dark glass surrounded them, but Kayla knew Miss Vox and all the other voyeurs watched from the other side. As Miss Vox’s voice faded away, a low thrumming music replaced it. They could not hear the crowd beyond the glass and so, Kayla felt the moment to be strangely intimate. She thought Brayden would hold her or kiss her or do something to alleviate the sterile mood between them. Instead, he went to one of the cushioned pedestals and laid down, as though posing for a classical painting. Kayla didn’t know what to do. He looked over at her, “Only a few more seconds, I think. I feel it starting.”

As she watched, his skin started to ripple. His muscles twitched and jerked as his body stretched and writhed. A maddened smile of wild pleasure spread across his face. Kayla stumbled back horrified, not unaware of the bizarre coiling feeling in her own stomach or the growing heat of her skin. Brayden rolled over to his stomach and raised up on his hands and knees. He groaned as dark patches of hair sprouted down his back. His already muscular arms bulked into massive limbs of knotted flesh. The tendons in his neck surged forward as his head craned back. Kayla thought his skin might rip open from the odd angles. Her eyes moved down to his lower half. The linen shorts had been loose before the seizure or whatever it was started, but now they stretched tight over a firm ass and tree trunk sized thighs. They started to rip, and Brayden reached down to them with one of his hands, pulling them off with ease. The source of his frustration fell out and caused Kayla to gasp. For the first time, she heard the cheers of her invisible observers.

Brayden’s cock wasn’t big. It was huge. It flopped forward like it belonged to a breeding bull, which is when Kayla realized what she was watching. From the base of his back, a small tail sprouted and grew with uncanny speed, swishing back and forth over his furred buttocks. The monster cock oozed precum onto the cushion beneath him as he stretched his back legs out one at a time. His feet collapsed down into hooves with a sickening crack that caused his whole body to jerk, first the right foot, then the left. With new feet, he stood up. His weight caused an audible thud as he raised up to his full height. The fur grew sparser on his chest, but otherwise he was covered in a thick coat of auburn colored hair from head to toe, growing bushier around his neck. Two gleaming white horns pushed out from his temples as black eyes looked down at Kayla. Brayden’s handsome face contorted and lengthened into a muzzle with broad flat teeth and a lolling, incredibly long tongue.

Kayla didn’t know how to react. Part of her mind thought she should scream. Another part of her, increasingly demanding more of her attention, thought the new Brayden looked like a god. A shot of pain arced down her body. It spread out to her fingertips before returning as a wave of pleasure that caused her to buckle and fall down onto the nearest cushion. Oh god, it’s happening to me, too. Her flesh started to ripple. She thought it felt like thousands of jets of water spraying all of her all at once. Her mouth lolled open. She started to pant as her bones shifted, and her body started to grow. She looked over to Brayden and saw him stroking his massive erection with a bullish smirk on his face. He knew what this would do! He brought me here to turn me into a monster just for him to fuck! That…oh.

A pressure in her chest drew her attention. Quickly, she pulled off the small kimono, exposing her naked body to Brayden and all the invisible watchers. Her breasts were average with pert pink nipples, but that all started to change. The flesh throbbed, and they grew before her very eyes. Her tits swelled bigger and bigger as the seconds passed. She understood what had happened to Miss Vox and wondered if her own tits would ever be small again. Along with the swelling came a unique pressure that seemed to move down to her growing nipples. “Oh god,” she moaned as a jet of white spray erupted from her left nipple, entirely unprovoked. Horrified that she’d sprayed milk, she missed the next sign of her change and almost collapsed forward onto the ground as her ass plumped into a wide, furry rump. White hair spread out over her whole body and her tail grew in with the same bizarre rapidity. Her hands ran over her stomach, feeling the soft fur and finding it enjoyable to stroke. She wondered if she would get horns, but no, heifers don’t get horns.

Looking again at Brayden, she saw something very different. No longer a man, no longer monster, but a bull with a hard cock and heavy balls. She hadn’t noticed the changes to his scrotum before. It no longer looked remotely human, a huge sack hanging down between his powerful thighs seemingly brimming with cum. Cum for me. Her next thought was that his changes seemed much more substantial than her own, but perhaps that was because he’d had the change more often. What would he look like after more doses? What would she? Her face had not changed, and she didn’t mind. But she did feel something changing about her pussy. Looking down, she saw her lips engorged and a fat clit pushing its way out of the hood. Curious, she reached out and touched it gently. An electric bolt of pleasure raced through her body and more milk erupted from her teats. This caused Brayden to low with desire. She understood what he wanted and couldn’t wait to give it to him.

Kayla climbed onto the cushion and raised her rump up in the air for the bull. Her massive breasts swung underneath her, and the cheers of the audience grew louder. Brayden’s hands took hold of her soft, furred ass. His thumb ran along the inside of her ass crack while his fingers slid along her gushing slit. His other hand took firm hold of her tail, pulling her ass up higher so that his cock wedged between her pussy lips. She mooed. It came out involuntarily, but the sound of it made her quiver with pleasure. Milk no longer erupted spontaneously, it simply flowed. It gushed from her teats, coating the cushion underneath her and flowing onto the ground below. The massive head of Brayden’s cock started to push into her. She grunted and wriggled her ass back against him. Fuck me. Breed me. Breed your cow whore. The thoughts thundered in her mind as naturally as wondering what to have for lunch. Kayla saw herself with a belly swollen four times its current size, a heavy womb filled with Brayden’s seed.

As each inch of his cock slipped inside of her, she grunted and clamped down on the invading manhood. God it feels sooo good. This is bliss. This is what he meant. A sense of completeness. A sense of absolution from all things except pleasure. She heard him snarl with frustration before ramming his cock into the base. She wailed in pleasure as her walls rapidly expanded to accept the bullcock into her. Brayden slapped her ass hard before leaning forward over her and starting to slide in and out with practiced ease. How many women has he mounted like this? Miss Vox? Others? Had he bred them already? Are there other men watching right now who could go drink and come to fuck me with cocks even bigger than his? As though he sensed her thoughts, he pulled out of her and quickly rolled her to her back. Her legs splayed out wide, and she realized she still had toes rather than hooves. The minotaur standing over her seemed to find this amusing as well. He let his wet cock slap on her stomach as he took her foot to his mouth and ran his lips over her toes before kissing down the side of her foot and leg. Kayla didn’t exactly understand how he could still manipulate his lips like a human, but the cock twitching and throbbing on her stomach distracted her.

The length of it reached up to her oversized breasts. They continued to squirt milk out in time with the throb in her pussy, running down to coat his cock. She didn’t understand how all of it could possibly fit inside of her, but she definitely wanted it back in her. Brayden obliged, pulling back and sheathing himself in her with one stroke. He pushed her legs forward and rested his chest against the back of her calves as his mouth leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked, and Kayla’s world erupted into brilliant light. She screamed and thrashed as orgasm tore through her whole being. Still, Brayden sucked, the milk pouring into his mouth in huge gulps that he took down eagerly. His broad, thick, cowish tongue lapped and curled around her nipple, encouraging out each drop. His incessantly thrusting cock filled her up while his furred body grinded gently against her engorged clit. Tears of pleasure rolled down her furry cheeks as orgasms came over her in successive waves.

Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take any more without going mad, Brayden pulled away, pumping into her faster. He pushed her thighs together causing her pussy muscles to tighten ever so slightly. She felt his orgasm start at the base of the magnificent cock and waited agonizing seconds for the feeling of his cum shooting inside of her. Brayden let out a low rumble of beastial pleasure, and his hot seed sprayed deep inside her, sending Kayla into another wash of stupefying ecstasy. Each pump of his balls felt like it would match the full load of any ten normal men. He leaned down over her and nuzzled his face against hers as the final pumps spilled out around his cock. Kayla wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight. She never wanted this to stop. She could find no memory of her life before the change, and she didn’t want to.

With her body wrapped around his, she drifted out of consciousness.

Sunlight streamed in from the window. Kayla could hear birds chirping and someone moving in the room with her. She sat up in a strange bed in a strange house. She wore a nightgown, and Brayden wore a pair of silk pajama bottoms that allowed him to almost glide into the bed beside her. He didn’t reach out for her. “Do you know where you are?”

“Yes,” she mumbled. “The house above the…”

“The Taurus Terminus,” Brayden said, softly. He was himself. The charming smile, the cut and sleek body. He’d changed back completely.

No, she thought, his eyes are darker. His smile is different too. And his hair is thicker. She pulled away the sheet and looked at her own body. Everything seemed normal except for her breasts. She guessed they’d swollen a cup size.

“Are you upset?” he asked.

“No, I have questions, but I’m not upset.”

“That’s good. What are your questions?”

“Well, first, when can we do it again?”