My story isn't so terribly sad, compared to the burdens others must bear. I'm thankful every day for all I have; I've suffered, and others have endure...d more. In short, it could be worse.I married my college sweetheart, Ellen, the week after our mutual graduations. I'd majored in Accounting, she in Business Administration. Our life together was satisfying, sweetened by the arrival of our first child, whom my wife named Marcia, followed two years later by her sister Alexa.Being parents suited us. My experiment was a success - I was enormous, alarmingly meaty - I had created a monster. My clit hood was at least two inches long, with the girth of a mans cock, my lips were puffy and the entrance of my vagina gaped open. It was like looking at a cartoon cunt, a blown-up doll, a slippery fantasy of fanny, and all of this was mine! I was overwhelmed, and compelled to share my good fortune - I had to go outside and give my mutant muff some air! The late spring evening was warm, so I slipped. I told you had a client to see." Yeah, yeah, you're always taking care of everyone but me. Why didn't you call me earlier? You said you'd call me when you got there." I just got here." WHAT?" she screeched, "Why are you getting there so late? What the fuck were you doing jackass?" I was having dinner with..." Oh sure, spend all that money on a fancy dinner in Awka, while I'm here by myself!" But honey, it was with a new client. A big one!" Yeah, whatever, have they paid you anything yet?" Well. "Son, then you'd best be rid of that one first! There is nothing worse than a harlot turned respectable. A reformed anything is bad enough, but a reformed harlot is the direct wrath of the Devil. Those who have spent time giving pleasure for profit are all the more zealous when it comes to dealing out misery!" Well, I'm not reformed, or at least not yet!" Anne-Marie laughed from the kitchen as she slid out of her robe to giggle her naked tits and ass at my mom. Ella laughed and quickly stripped.