It had been almost a year to the day since Aimee and I had gotten sucked through
a dimensional portal into a strange new place called the Outlands.

Odd place, this Outlands.  We quickly learned that neither the laws of physics,
nor anything mechanical worked here.  Instead, everything worked by magic.

Thus, began our quest to find a way home.  Oh, there were many adventures along
the way of our ever illusive goal.  Our love for each other grew.

Then one day, Aimee was the victim of a stray incantation.  In the blink of an
eye, she was transformed from a slight, 5'6" woman, into a 7'6", 400 lb.
barbarian.  She was massive.

Our quest took on an entirely new aspect, that being to find a cure for Aimee. 
Everyone whom we consulted told us that the answer lay with Elric the mystic. 
Therefore, off we went.

The only problem was that this Elric was not the easiest mystic to find.  He
secreted himself very well in order to both prevent the meddling of pests, and to
protect himself from all who would seek to destroy him.

It was in this fashion that Aimee and I were forced to roam the countryside in
search of Elric.  Even though, for obvious reasons she and I could not resume our
sexual relations, we remained friends.  We decided that Aimee should not use her
real name, instead adopting the name Garth.

Roaming the countryside, she and I got in and out of a number of scrapes. With
each new adventure, the oddest thing happened.  Garth/aimee took on more and more
the aspect of a real barbarian.  Her mannerisms became very masculine, as did her
tastes.

Then to my horror, she began to keep the intimate company of women. Even then,
her tastes seemed to progressively degenerate.  At first she chose respectable
women, much like her former self.  Then, she increasingly chose women that were
voluptuous, but not very smart upstairs.  As she once joked, "Big of tit, small
of wit."

She definitely had developed a taste for lusty wenches.

This was particularly hard on me.  At first it was fun to try to pick up women
with her.  With her new ultra-masculine body she seemed to draw them like flies. 
That soon grew tiresome when her preferences change for bimbos.

I missed the woman that I fell in love with.  My heart ached for her.

Then one day, the most fortunate of things happened.  We discovered where Elric
resided.  Of course, by that time, it was very difficult to get Aimee to come
with me.  She enjoyed her new life as a barbarian. She greatly enjoyed wenching,
as she called it.

After a great amount of persuasion, and not a small amount of promises, Elric
agreed to examine Aimee.  I waited in the antechamber while Elric conducted his
arcane divinitation.

Later, Aimee exited the main chamber with a broad grin on his face.  Elric waived
me into the main chamber to converse with me.

"I have examined her as you have requested me to do."

"What have you found, Elric?"

"She is a fine specimen of a barbarian.  Rarely have I seen her equal in either
size or dimension."

"Can you help us?  Can you change her back?"

Elric looked at me grimly.  "No.  I am afraid that I cannot.  Had you gotten her
here when first it happened, I may have been able to help you. She has in fact
become a barbarian, both body and soul.  Very little remains of the woman that
you once knew."

"But that's not true. She still remembers everything about her life . . . about
us.  I am sure that she still loves me."

"She does retain all of her memories, and she does have love for you. Make no
mistake.  She is a barbarian in nature now."

My heart sank.  I said aloud, "That's it then.  We can't ever be together again."

"I did not say that.  You can be together again.  She has made suggestion to me
which has merit.  Truly, it will be a measure of your love for her."

Elric outlined in detail the plan which he and Aimee had constructed.  In the
end, I looked over at Elric, and asked simply, "Is there no other way?"

"No my friend.  There is not."

"Let's get this over with then, for I do love her with all of my heart."

**********

Minutes later I emerged from the main chamber.  Aimee looked me up and down,
breaking into another wide grin.  She was very happy.

Elric had transformed me into a diminutive wench with gigantic breasts
overflowing the bodice of my new dress.  Elric, by Aimee's design had elevated my
libido far in excess of any woman, while at the same time reducing my
intelligence by more than half.  I was given the face of an angel, thick blonde
hair flowing down my back, almost to the floor.

She swept me up into her massive arms, making me swoon.

"I shall call thee Delilah, for you are as radiant as a flower." she declared.

We never made our way back to our real world.  However, even though it wasn't how
I originally planned it, she and I lived happily ever after . . .