Warning:  This story is for adults only and contains material 
unsuitable for children.  If you are underage in your state, country, or 
school district, do not read any further.  If you are technically an adult 
and should you find yourself becoming offended, stop reading and seek 
entertainment elsewhere.  (Or counseling, as the case may be.)

If you are afraid of strange ideas, this is not the story for you.  
They don't come much stranger than this.

Any resemblance between characters in this story and historical, 
mythical, or imaginary persons is purely coincidental.


The Valentine's Day Mistake

By Wholeman


The Problem

Venus, goddess of love, was quite put out.  Her mischievous son, 
Cupid, had been slacking and she had summoned him for a major ass 
chewing.

"Hey mom, what's up?" Cupid innocently asked, not having yet 
noticed the storm clouds forming above his mother.

"Cupid, there you are!  I have been getting reports from some of 
my priests and the lesser gods that somebody has been slacking lately.  
You wouldn't know whom that might be, would you, young man?" the 
ravishingly beautiful goddess asked whilst shaking her finger at Cupid in 
the typical 'scolding mother' fashion.

"But Mom..." Cupid began before being cut off.

"But nothing, young man.  You have been seen with Bacchus, the 
god of wine, too often.  You have been neglecting your duties as God of 
Passion.  You shouldn't be running around with your friends all of the 
time," Venus scolded.  "Jupiter himself sent word for me to speak to you 
about this.  There have been so few people being born down on earth 
that attendance in all of the gods' temples is falling off."

"It's all Mars's fault.  He's been causing wars and his generals 
have been slaughtering women and children alike.  There are fewer 
women around.  When the men fight over them, often times the woman 
is killed in the ensuing fight.  When I make a woman fall in love, she 
doesn't often live long enough to bear children," Cupid explained. "I 
don't know what to do."

"I wish you would have come to me sooner with this problem, 
Cupid.  Parents aren't only around to scold and punish their children, 
you know," Venus replied, while her smile lit up the heavens.

"What can you do about it?" Cupid asked suspiciously.

"Go and see my friend Morpheus, tell him your trouble, and I feel 
certain that he will provide you with the answer to your quandary," she 
told her confused son.  "Now, you flit off and get to work, before that 
horny old Jupiter decides that you are cute enough to take the place of 
one of his human lovelies."

Cupid didn't even wait long enough to say goodbye to his mother, 
he spun and took wing in search of Morpheus leaving the melodic, 
tinkling laughter of his mother far behind.


Off To Dreamland

"Why do I have to work so hard?" Cupid grumbled to himself.  "All 
of the other guys get to spend most of their time goofing off, but me, I 
have to fly all over the place all of the time shooting humans in the butt, 
just to keep them procreating."

Cupid followed the overly loud sounds of snoring to where he 
found Morpheus, "Hey, Morpheus, wake up!"

"Huh?  What?  Who's there?" Morpheus asked, roused from a deep 
and pleasant dream.

"It's me, Morpheus, Cupid," he answered as he gracefully came to 
light on a stool near Morpheus's bed.

"Ah... and how is your lovely mother doing?" Morpheus asked, as 
every male god most certainly would.

"Oh, mom's honked off at me. I've been having trouble keeping 
the humans reproducing," Cupid replied, his face in his own hands, 
moping.

"So, she sent you to me? I am honored that she thought of me," 
Morpheus stated dreamily.

"Don't you go nodding-off on me, Morpheus. I've got real 
problems," Cupid admonished.  He dove in, explaining what his trouble 
was quickly, before the other god fell back asleep.

Morpheus laughed long and hard, much to Cupid's consternation, 
"I'm not laughing at you, boy.  I find your mother's mind as beautifully 
ironic as her body.  I believe I know what she wants me to provide to 
solve your little problem.  Wait here for a moment while I get it."

"Just like grownups, don't give a guy a straight answer, just order 
them around," Cupid complained to his hands.

When Morpheus returned, he handed Cupid a vial of porcelain 
colored liquid, "Dip your arrows in this before you shoot a man with it.  
Only use this on men. Once you have hit him, wait a day before you 
return to supply him with a mate," Morpheus laughed to himself, 
"Tomorrow you will know why I say this."

"Why not tell me today and save me the suspense?" Cupid asked 
grumpily.

"Oh!  I know who your first target should be too!  There is a man 
who comes to my temple every day, bitching that Cupid and Venus have 
forsaken him and he pleads with me to intercede on his behalf.  You will 
be doing me a service if you can get him to quit whining at me," 
Morpheus decided.  "The one I speak of lives in Genoa.  His name is... let 
me think... Anchises, yes that's it, Anchises."

Cupid agreed that he would handle this for Morpheus as 
repayment for his help, and flew off to Genoa.


The Tormented

Anchises awakened with a scream from yet another nightmare, 
"Great god, Morpheus, why do you torment me so?"

Anchises, in his folly, had incurred the wrath of the jealous god by 
having bed the beautiful Venus. Venus had never shown the slightest 
interest in Morpheus, but that wasn't necessary to create jealousy.

He was plagued by another problem incurred by that fateful
union.  After he had slept with the most beautiful goddess in the 
universe, how could any mere mortal woman stir his loins?

He prayed and prayed to the goddess to return, or in some way 
relieve him of his dual torment.

Hearing no answer to his shouted prayer, Anchises arose and 
readied himself for the day.

Unbeknownst to him, Cupid had flown into his cottage, invisible to 
any mortal, "Now, dip the arrow into the fluid... and," Cupid said to 
himself, notching the arrow to his bow, "shoot the man in the butt."

Anchises jumped as the muscle in his backside twinged as he was 
struck.  Moments later, Anchises found himself in the arms of Morpheus.

"That should do it for today.  Once I know what this is all about, I'll 
do more," and with that, Cupid went in search of Bacchus.


Dreams Can Be So Real

"I see that Cupid has fulfilled his promise and sent you to me, 
body and soul," Morpheus laughed evilly, "So, you would have the gall to 
sleep with the goddess Venus, eh mortal?  Well, as you have discovered 
yourself, beauty can be its own curse.  Tonight you sleep and dream of 
only beauty.  Come morning, you will live the dream."

Anchises dreamed strange and pleasant dream that night, the first 
time in many years.  He slowly, pleasantly, swam up from the 
replenishing slumber to open his eyes without screaming for the first 
time in years.

Once Anchises realized that he had not received nightmares that 
night, he exclaimed, "Oh thank you Morpheus...  Hey!  What's happened 
to my voice?"

Anchises sat up, grasping his throat.  The first thing he noticed 
was his chest went bobbing hither and yon, and the second thing he felt 
was his missing Adam's apple.

Anchises quickly threw off the bedclothes, exposing his body for 
perusal, "What the fuck happened to me?"

He yanked the pants off that were loose the day before, but which 
now tightly hugged his hips, only to scream and faint at the sight of 
what he found.

When Cupid returned, he discovered an incredibly beautiful 
woman sleeping in Anchises's bed, "What is this?  Anchises has found 
himself a mate without my help?"

Cupid searched the town trying to find Anchises without luck, so 
upon returning to his cottage and seeing Anchises awaken once again, 
he made himself manifest, to speak to the girl, "Woman, have you taken 
Anchises as your husband?  Is that why you are here and, if so, where 
has Anchises gone?"

"I am Anchises, oh great god Cupid," Anchises tearfully replied.  
"What has happened to me?"

Immediately Cupid understood what had happened when he had 
dipped his arrow into the porcelain colored fluid.  It had transformed 
Anchises into a woman of uncommon beauty.

"You have been praying to the gods for relief, Anchises, and they 
have sent me to answer your prayers.  Fear not, for you will soon have 
your loneliness relieved, and then you will aid in restoring the numerous 
humans Mars has caused the earth to lose in his many wars.  Remain 
here until I return," Cupid promised, as he became incorporeal once 
again.

Anchises was not happy with the answer to his plea, not in the 
least. 'There is no way in Hades that I'm going to... ugh... have sex with 
a man and bear children!' he thought.

After waiting a while, Anchises became restless and decided to 
head in to the outer room to get a drink from his bucket of water in the 
corner.  As he neared the water, he noticed his new face reflected there, 
"I'm in big trouble!" he exclaimed.

Anchises had seen his soul staring back at him through the eyes 
of a temptress who rivaled Venus herself in beauty, "What have the gods 
done to me!  Venus will not allow such a rival to exist without tormenting 
her, but will she even know that it is I, Anchises?  Worse, will she even 
care?"

Anchises began taking stock of his situation.  He pulled off his 
shirt, only to discover a pair of full C cup sized breasts, 'Not too little,' he 
thought, 'Not too big... just right.'

Next, he slipped his pants down once again and gazed upon his 
new earthly shell in its entirety.  The classic hourglass figure, porcelain 
skin, soft fleshy buttocks, hairless legs, and oh my, a smooth hairless 
cleft between his creamy white thighs.

Anchises bowed his legs slightly to get a better look at his new sex.  
As he bent forward, sheaves of golden blonde hair flow up and 
surrounded his face, nearly touching the floor, "I am so dead!  I won't 
have a chance.  Every male in the world is going to want to bed me!"

He took his dainty fingers, with their perfectly shaped nails, and 
gently spread his new sex, "This feels so foreign.  How do women cope 
with this?"

Right then, he felt something new.  His new sex began to lubricate 
itself, and lubricate itself a lot!  In mere moments, Anchises found his 
fingers covered in his own feminine sexual fluids.  He waddled to his bed, 
threw himself down upon it, and began fingering himself madly.  He 
kicked off his pants, threw his legs as wide as possible, and started to 
twiddle and tweak his new breasts while finger banging himself, "Oh, 
yes!  Ooh baby.  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard, baby!  Oh, goddess that feels 
good!  Jupiter, I'm cuming!  Oooooh glllllllllllllllllllllll ooooothhhh!"

Anchises couldn't stop though, he kept up at his uncontrollable 
feverish pitch, "Sploosh, squish, sploosh, squish..." on and on, until 
finally, after two full hours of masturbating, and a lake of cum in his bed, 
Anchises orgasmed herself unconscious.

Consultation with Mom

Cupid was in a near panic as he lit upon his mother's palace, 
"Mom!  Where are you?  I need to talk to you!"

"Here, here, what's all this ruckus?" Venus asked her frantic son.

"Mom, did you know that when you sent me to see Morpheus, he 
would give me a potion that transforms men into women?" Cupid asked 
suspiciously.

"That was the general idea.  Would this not solve your problem 
most deliciously?" Venus asked innocently.

"Okay... but I don't think you're going to like it..." Cupid shrugged 
and started to head back to work.

"Get back here, Mister," Venus ordered, "You can't drop a bomb like 
that and leave!  What did you mean, 'I'm not going to like it'?"

"Well, Morpheus had me shoot this guy in Genoa, and he..." Cupid 
began.

"Wait!  Did he give you a name for this man?" Venus, always 
suspicious of the other gods, caught an inkling of what might be going 
on.

"Yes, it was a man who had been praying for companionship for a 
long time.  His name was Anchises," Cupid informed her.

"That no good, rotten..." Venus was working herself into a tirade.

"Mom, that's not helping!" Cupid exclaimed, "That's not what I was 
thinking would piss you off, anyway!"

Venus took a deep breath, looking to the sky for strength, "There's 
worse news than my former lover being turned into a woman?"

This little disclosure brought a slight, ironic smile to Cupid's face, 
"Yup, and it's going to sizzle you!  Anchises' beauty rivals even your 
own."

"WHAT!" Venus's eyes shook in her rage.

'It's a damn good thing she's not Jupiter,' thought Cupid, 'there'd 
be lightning bolts flying all over this room.'

"That rat bastard!  How could Morpheus do this?  What have I 
ever done to him?" Venus railed.

"What have you ever done with him...?" Cupid uttered so quietly, 
Venus almost didn't hear it.

"You... You, think he's jealous of that mortal?  Morpheus hasn't 
ever even made a pass at me, not to mention, I hear from others that he 
falls asleep sometimes...  Nevertheless, how can poor Anchises live as a 
woman?" Venus pondered, entirely avoiding the subject of his great 
beauty.

"I can go and ask him for something that can reverse the process, 
but I wouldn't hold my breath," offered Cupid.

"Maybe I should go with you to see Anchises this time.  We can 
figure out what to do when we get there," Venus, snapped her fingers and 
the two found themselves in Anchises home, in their incorporeal forms.

"Oh my god!  Anchises you slut, you couldn't keep your hands off 
yourself for even a whole day?  Well, if you like being a horny slut then 
maybe I'll help you out," Venus exclaimed upon seeing the unconscious 
woman who had obviously finger banged herself into unconsciousness.

She waved her hands, and Anchises's perfect feminine form began 
to morph, "Here's a little trick I learned from Dea Dia, the goddess of 
growth."

Anchises's breasts grew, her waist thinned, and her hips widened.

"Now for the topper, I'll give her a sex drive that's right through 
the roof, another gift from the goddess Bona Dea.  Anchises will screw 
anyone.  She's going to be a very popular girl!" Venus snickered, "Let's be 
on our way son, you have half an army to turn into women, and the other 
half to make fall in love with them.  Mars is due for a vacation, and we're 
going to see that he gets it!"


The Innocent Punished, the Convicts Rewarded

When Anchises awakened, the huge rolling breast on his chest, 
made it nearly impossible to sit up.  When he finally accomplished that 
feat, he stared at the boobs he'd been gifted with, afraid to touch them 
after his experience the night before.

He scooted what felt like his padded, extra-wide bottom off the bed 
to stare at himself.  Yes, he had felt correctly, his hips were very wide, 
although he wasn't fat.  They were wide birthing hips, the kind women 
who seemed made for making babies would have.

On the other hand, he found that his waist was almost 
ridiculously tiny.  Everything that would make a woman sexy and 
alluring had been almost comically enhanced on him.

"Venus, my goddess, it is I, Anchises.  Why have the gods done this 
to me?  I have never wished to challenge your beauty.  Why would you 
have allowed this to happen to me?" Anchises wailed.

However, his lament was short lived.  He accidentally brushed his 
nipple with his hand and moaned in ecstasy.

It didn't take her more than a few moments to throw herself back 
on the cum-soaked bed and begin finger banging herself wildly.

Anchises was so caught up in the act of pleasuring herself that 
she failed to notice one of her girlfriends come visiting, "Oh god!  I'm so 
sorry, Miss.  I didn't mean to..."

Startled that he... err... she was not alone, Anchises stopped what 
she was doing and said, "Severina, is... is that you?"

"Do I know you uh, Miss?  Additionally, where is Anchises?" 
Severina asked the flushed and stinky woman before her.

"I am Anchises!  The... the gods have done this to me...  I know not 
why," shrieked the distraught and still horny woman.

"Anchises, it has happened to you too?  Only, the others were not 
effected so... ah... drastically," Severina remarked, not quite as shocked 
as Anchises would have expected.

"You... you, believe me? If this hadn't happened to me, I would 
have had a hard time believing me," Anchises admitted, somewhat 
startled.

"My dear Anchises, apparently there have been quite a few others 
in Mars's army to which this has happened as well, over in the town of 
Valenti.  Although, in their cases, they were not quite as beautiful and 
voluptuous as you are.  I think that we are going to remember this day 
for a very long time," Severina remarked, "Anchises, oh my gods, can't 
you keep from playing with yourself long enough for us to chat even?"

"Please Severina... I... I need you.  I can't help it, I'm so horny!" 
Anchises whined.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can satisfy you, Anchises.  Wait here, I'll 
go and find some help," with that, Severina left Anchises's abode, leaving 
her to go back to pleasuring herself.

An hour or two later, Severina returned, and the first thing 
Anchises declared to her was, "Severina, thank the gods you're back!  I'm 
so thirsty, but I can't stop pleasuring myself long enough to get a drink!  
Please help me!"

"I have found you the help you need, dear Anchises," Severina 
poked her head back out the door and beckoned, "Come on in guys, 
she's so horny, she would have sex with Cerberus."

Before Anchises could refuse, a large well-hung man stuffed her 
mouth full of cock.  Anchises tried her best not to enjoy her face fucking, 
but her body had been made so sensitive to pleasure, she could do 
naught but enjoy her first blowjob.

However, while she was sucking the large veined penis, other men 
entered and began having their way with her.  She was stuffed full of 
cock in her vagina, anus, mouth, cleavage, and both hands found 
themselves stroking men to orgasmic bliss.

When she felt the men she was fisting begin to ejaculate, she 
aimed their cocks towards her thirsty face, and was rewarded with plenty 
of warm salty sperm, which is just what her new body thirsted for.  
Anything she could do to get more into her faster was what she wanted 
more than air.

Anchises discovered that she was completely insatiable.  Men 
stuffed her full of hot cock, often more than one at a time per hole and 
Anchises just begged for more, "Fill me with your seed!  Fuck me!  Ooh, it 
feels so wonderful!  Aw... all done?  Okay, you go and rest.  If you have 
any friends who want to fuck, can you please get them?  I need more 
fucking!"  She had sperm dripping from every orifice and most 
everywhere on her skin.

Severina would occasionally keep all of the men out long enough 
to clean Anchises up and make her presentable, which was no easy 
undertaking with her scooping up puddles of jizzum and sucking them 
down like ambrosia, "Hold still honey.  You, want more fucking don't 
you?  If you're all gross and icky, you won't attract as many return 
customers."

"Okay, make me pretty, but please hurry!  I can't hold out for 
long," Anchises begged as she trembled with desire.

"You know that I'll get you plenty pretty as fast as I possibly can.  
There's only another hour before sundown.  It won't take long after that, and 
your friends won't be cuming inside you again until morning, so we'll 
get you as full as we can so that you can last the night," Severina 
assured her.

Once Anchises was clean again, Severina opened the doors to all 
the men waiting her pleasuring.  The men flooded inside, all of them 
hungry to fuck the wanton slut within, not one of them nearly as 
hungry as Anchises.

As Severina exited the house, after having taken a token payment 
from every man awaiting their turn at Anchises, she made her way to the 
homes of a few of her lady friends, and enlisted their aide in caring for 
Anchises and taking the modest tribute from all of the men needed for 
her upkeep.

It didn't take long for Anchises to start showing after the months 
of near constant sex, but as long as the men kept coming, and as long as 
Anchises still wanted them, she was kept clean and ready for more.

After nearly six months, Anchises finally lost most of her 
humongous sex drive.  She waddled around, hating herself for acting in 
such an unmanly and an unladylike fashion, but Severina, who had 
acquired a small fortune, even at the pittance she was charging for 
Anchises's services, took care of her.  She told Anchises that it was all 
right, and how beautiful she was while she was with child, reassuring 
her in all the ways she knew a pregnant woman needed.

As the day of childbirth neared, Anchises became nearly frantic 
with fear.  He had grown up male and wasn't prepared from girlhood to 
expect to have to give birth.  She was becoming astonishingly large, as 
well, and all of the Severina's friends were afraid to voice their opinion 
that Anchises was carrying at least twins.  They consoled her with stories 
of how large they, or other women had gotten with their own children, 
telling her it was normal.


Elsewhere

In the town of Valenti, many other mothers who had been men 
were nearing their own birthing times and the men of the village were so 
strained by their frantic wives, they had thought to leave and join 
an army as mercenaries once again.  However, Jupiter had forbidden 
Mars from warring so as not to upset the unwillingly transformed men, 
who were now their wives.

Jupiter took pity on them, though, and Bacchus smiled on the 
region.  Wine was available aplenty, so the husbands were able to escape 
their wives for at least a few hours at a time.

Midwives were worth their weight in gold in that town, and many 
were brought in from the surrounding areas, their apprentices in 
tow.

When the birthing started, it struck like a tsunami, increasing 
exponentially as it washed over the village.  Midwives had a 
dozen or more women to work on at a time, while the mercenaries 
ran about bringing towels, having their hands crushed by the 
women who's hands they held, and generally followed the orders of the 
midwives.  There was no time and no extra resources to spare, so the 
men were pressed into service, even if it was against tradition.

It didn't take long before the village was filled with the sound of 
crying babies and dead tired parents, and the previous population nearly 
doubled.


Back with the tormented

Back in Genoa, Anchises was so big, she hadn't been able to walk 
for days, and finally the birthing started.

"Ooooh!  Oh, my goddess that one really hurt!" screamed 
Anchises, "This isn't right!  I shouldn't have to go through childbirth!  It's 
not fair!  It's all Cupid's fault!  That rotten little bastard, he was upset 
that his mother loved me!  He did this to me!  Cupid should be giving 
birth, not me!  Ouch!  Whoa!  That smarts!"

"It's all right, Anchises.  You're doing fine.  Just relax and breathe, 
oh and please let up your grip on my sister," Severina soothingly cooed.

Anchises cried and screamed, she moaned and whimpered, and 
finally pleaded and cursed the whole time she was in labor.  If you were 
to ask her, she would swear it took days, but it was a remarkably quick and 
easy birthing, given the fact that she gave birth to quintuplets.

Anchises breasts grew larger and heavy with milk, so much so, that 
she needed milking to relieve the excess of her milk production, just to 
make her comfortable.

She was a fairly normal mother, though quite busy with all of her 
offspring, and had no way of knowing who the fathers were, for each 
and every one of them had distinct facial features.

It was mid February when Anchises began feeling 'out of sorts', 
and come February 14, she pleaded with Severna to get her some cock, 
as much dick as she could, and as fast as she could.

The cycle had begun again, as well as in the village of Valenti.  
The women of that town became insatiable.  However, for them, it 
was for their spouses, not for anything with a penis, as it was for 
Anchises.

Severina took it all in stride.  She started up her nickel brothel 
once again, with the aide of her friends.  They were making enough 
money to keep the family in moderate comfort, and with the women of 
Valenti having gotten what they wanted in a single day, the men of that 
nearby town were more than eager to have their blue balls relieved by the 
Whore of Genoa.

Things in that region kept going this way for many years.  The 
men of Valenti learned that come February 14th, they needed to bring 
their wives little presents, for they knew that sex would be wild and 
plentiful that night indeed.

Everyone also knew that it would be the day for single men to 
lose their virginity in Genoa, should they bring the Whore a gift.

Of course, the people of Valenti were called Valentines, therefore, 
it soon would be known as Valentine's day, and the tradition of bearing 
gifts for your lover that day would spread throughout the known world, 
but very few would ever know why.

Anchises would have a litter of five or six children every year for 
uncounted decades.  She lived a long, happy, and sex-filled life with a 
family in which no two siblings resembled one another.  She didn't lose 
her looks or figure as time passed.  She could never be filled with enough 
cock to satisfy her either, and this explains why Genoa sausage is so 
thick.

She would outlive many of her children until she was finally put to 
death by religious zealots who believed that she was a demon.


The End



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The Valentine's Day Mistake (Version 0.0)

By Wholeman

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