By Thomas J. Hyde
This continues the saga of Rob
as he seeks to create his own personal harem. However, some unknown elements
are starting to take objection to the people he is taking control of.
Betty paced her bedroom, pondering
the events that had occurred within the last few days. Her boyfriend, Stephan,
had apparently vanished off the face of the Earth. Two days ago, she had gone
to his apartment, where she had visited dozens of times before, only to find a
young black couple with two small children where Stephan used to be. From what
little she saw of the apartment itself, she could see that there was no sign of
her boyfriend’s possessions. She had contacted his friends and coworkers and
they had never heard of him. Betty had tried everything she could think of and
had not been able to find once trace of Stephan. The final straw came this
morning when she screwed up the courage to call his parents, who had never
really cared for her. When she did, they didn’t know who she was nor did they
admit to any knowledge of having a son at all.
There was only one person that she
hadn’t called. That was Robert McLattel, one of Stephan’s coworkers and
‘friends.’ She had always felt a strange vibe around the man, and that feeling
had told her not to call him. Until recently, she had dismissed most of that
feeling, but that had stopped when she had discovered about her family history.
A few weeks ago, her grandfather
had sent her an ancient bound book. In it’s front cover was a letter that explained
that she was from a long line of wizards and witches. Her parents had not
believed in their powers and as such, had never developed them. However, Betty
had always felt a strange connection with the world around her and this seemed
to answer some of her questions. It was then when she realized that the reason
why she didn’t trust McLattel was because he had an aura of dark magic around
him.
Finally, she realized something.
Apparently, something had removed any evidence of Stephen Kellen from existence.
The only remaining evidence remained inside her mind and in her apartment. Each
of which were protected by a powerful family spell her grandfather had told her
to cast before anything else. Therefore, whatever had altered reality, was
magical in origin.
After calling Stephan’s parents,
she had remembered that while skimming her family book, she had come across a
magical location spell. At the moment, she had the book opened in her lap, and
was studying the spell. It was rather simple and only required a possession of
the person the caster was attempting to locate. She hoped that the spell would
reveal the true whereabouts of her boyfriend, who she was really beginning to
miss.
She placed a small baseball on the
bed and began chanting the incantation to activate the location spell. Almost
immediately, there was a bright flash and a small oval portal appeared above
the baseball. But what she saw in the portal shocked and confused her.
The portal revealed a woman
passionately impaling herself on a man. From the view she was receiving, she
was quite beautiful and seemed to truly be enjoying the sex. Betty could even
hear her cries of passion and her hips bucked in time with the man beneath her.
The scene continued for several minutes and the young woman found herself
hypnotized by it. She just stared at the fucking woman and slowly began to
massage herself. A little while longer and the woman came hard, crying out in
ecstasy. It was that moment when Betty saw the man’s face. All thoughts of
arousal vanished instantly as she laid eyes upon Robert McLattel.
Robert had a strange expression on
his face and seemed to look around the room until Betty could have sworn he was
looking right at her. Then he made a sharp gesture with one hand and the portal
vanished in a puff of smoke.
Betty simply sat there for a few
moments as her brain worked through this newfound information. One thing she
knew about Rob was that he was a creep. She had talked to several of Stephan’s
coworkers, and they had agreed with that assessment. She also knew that he did
not have a girlfriend.
So why did the spell show Rob and
that woman? The woman was undeniable stunning—not the kind of girl that Rob
could acquire through normal means. And then the spell was supposed to find Stephen.
As the logic of Betty’s mind
continued to process the information, she began to draw a conclusion from the
data. She had heard rumors of a shop in the mall that was supposed to deal in
magical transformation—especially transgender ones. What if Robert had learned
this power…
And used it on her man? She knew
he had been angry when Stephen had been promoted over Rob—but was it enough to
turn him into some gorgeous nymphomaniac? Her instincts told her yes. Rob was
that kind of person. But how could she do anything about it?
She didn’t know, but she was
determined to find out and bring Robert McLattel to justice.
* * *
Rob lay on his bed, staring at the
ceiling, enjoying the feel of his sweat slowly drying on his naked body. He
felt a slight movement on his arm and glanced to see Stephanie snuggle closer
to him as she took a short nap. They had been very busy in the last few
days—breaking only for their respective jobs.
With Stephan out of the way, Rob
had claimed his rightful supervisory position at Select Partners. Stephanie had
also been making a killing in tips at Nol’s Rabbits. Yesterday, Steph had
brought over one of her fellow “Rabs” after work—and that had been a hell of a
time. He had had to cast a stamina spell on himself to keep up with the
voracious appetites of the two women.
Which brought him to the next step
in his collection. He had thought long and hard about who his next victim would
be. It was this morning when he determined who.
When Rob had first come to Select
Partners, he had been put under a jackass supervisor named Jules. He had never
stopped harassing Rob about anything and everything Rob did. One of the reasons
why he had wanted to get back at Stephan was because he had been the one to
escape Jules. One thing Rob knew about Jules is that he always brought a banana
with him to work. All Rob had to do was switch out Jules banana with an
enchanted one and Jules would pay for the hell he had made Rob’s life.
Rob got up out of bed, trying not
to disturb his stripper lover. He had found that he actually was beginning to
care about Stephanie. Quietly, he got dressed, but eventually turned, hearing
soft moans of pleasure. His mouth quirked up into a smile when he saw Steph
pleasuring herself frantically. Rob was almost drawn back to her, but at the
thought of what he would do with Jules, he restrained himself.
Instead, he simply watched her
bring herself to a wild orgasm.
She looked at him and laughed.
“Enjoy the show?” she purred as she stretched her sweat-streaked body.
He sat down next to her and
massaged her massive breasts. He hadn’t realized at first that each fruit gave
its victim a particular attribute. The apple that Stephan had eaten had given
Stephanie a spectacular ass and an incredibly large—and sensitive—pair of tits.
He had a good idea what the banana
would do and looked forward to trying it out. Stephanie was good when she went
down on him, but who knew how good the new girl would be?
“A very nice show—hopefully you
don’t give all your customers that kind of treatments.”
“Only the ones I sleep with on a
regular basis.”
“Ah,” Rob said with a smile. “Well
I look forward to the next act—after work.”
“Do you have to?” she whined. “I’m
ready for more…”
“You’re always ready for more,”
Rob said as his smile widened. “Yes, I have to. But I’ll be bringing someone
home with me who will step in as our new playmate.”
Stephanie grinned widely and
leaned closer to him. As soon as she was in range, she began to attack him with
kisses. Robert almost succumbed to her again, but he managed to pull himself
away before her hands were again at his pants.
“I’ll be home around six,” he
said. “And you can enjoy our new toy before you go to work tonight.”
“Okay,” she said with a huff.
“Don’t be late.” She heaved her chest for emphasis.
He assured her that he wouldn’t
then left the warm bedroom, walking out the apartment to the garage and his new
car. That had also changed when Stephan had been altered, a product of his
promotion and the added income from Steph.
He could hardly wait to get to work
and found himself speeding across town to make it there fifteen minutes early.
He jumped out of his corvette and dashed to Stephan’s old office, right next
door to Jules.
His target had already left his
office to meet with his own boss. Rob quickly snuck in and found Jules’ small
fridge. Opening it silently, he found his target: the banana. Rob switched them
out and bolted back into his own office. The entire switch had taken less than
a minute.
And it was close. Jules door
slammed thirty seconds later. Soon he would have his banana—and Rob would have
his revenge.
* * *
Across town, Betty furiously
studied the book, desperate to find a spell that would take Rob out of the
picture. She had a suspicion that Rob would strike again and she didn’t want anyone
else to fall prey to the man.
She had found a few spells that
could work, but determined that if Rob had the power to change a person’s
gender, he would be able to block most of them. Finally, she called her
grandfather and explained the situation.
“So this Robert has transformed
Stephan into his sex toy, huh?” the gravelly voice asked.
“Yes!” Betty said, close to tears.
“And I don’t know what to do! He’s probably going to do the same to another
poor guy! Even more, from what I’ve seen, his spell has rewired reality
itself!”
“Well, I see two options,” her
grandfather said after a few moments of thought. “The first is to try and
create a backfire in whatever spell he’s using to transform the guys. A
backfire spell is relatively easy to accomplish if the spell isn’t protected
with advanced shielding. There is a serious risk though, if the spell is
advanced and protected. It could ricochet back to you, causing you to be
changed like the men.”
Betty wasn’t sure about this—but
she was willing to take the chance if it would get Stephan back. But she wasn’t
to know about the second option.
“And the other option?”
Betty heard her grandfather take a
deep breath before responding. “I have an old friend who might be able to help
you. However, he can be a little eccentric about pricing for his services. The
cost could outweigh the benefit, my dear.”
She noticed that he was being
rather ambiguous about the second option—especially what it would require of
her.
“What do you think I should do?”
Another silence. “I would try to
backfire spell first. If it works, then Robert will become whatever he wanted
his next victim to be. After that, call me and I’ll come to you—we’ll try to
fix Stephan together. But make sure to try and shield yourself if it fails. TG
spells are very powerful.”
Betty weighed her two options for
a few moments while her grandfather waited patiently. Finally, she said, “Tell
me more about the backfire.”
* * *
Rob was smiling evilly as he drove
home wit the zombie-fied Jules following in his own car. After Jules had eaten
the enchanted fruit, he had come to Rob for instructions, as he was programmed
to.
Realizing that his intended
changes should be made in a more private venue, Rob ordered him to do his job
like nothing had happened. The only detail he made was that Jules could not
react in anger or annoyance to anyone.
It had been fun watching Jules
almost shake with internal fury at various people, but unable to release the
anger. Just that was worth the work of stealing the fruit.
At the end of the day, Rob had
commanded Jules to follow him home where he would meet his new life—and new
body.
Rob parked in the garage next to
Stephanie’s Miata while Jules parked on the curb. He led his victim inside and
called to Stephanie, who had been making dinner. He had discovered that
Stephan’s cooking skills had been transferred to Stephanie, much to Rob’s
delight. However, he cooking abilities would no longer be needed.
* * *
Betty watched Rob introduce the
silent Jules to Stephanie. She had studied the mystical location spell further
until she had learned how to add a ‘stealth’ enchantment to the incantation.
Now she could watch the events unfolding in Rob’s house with impunity.
She gritted her teeth as Rob
explained to Stephanie that Jules would be their new toy. The young woman
actually looked disappointed and Betty guessed that Rob had programmed her as
bisexual with the male side of the equation only directed at Robert.
Betty knew of Jules and that he
was a pain in the ass. Stephan had been so happy to be promoted out from under
him. Part of Betty wasn’t really sorry about what was going to happen to
him—but Rob had stolen Stephan from her and Jules was the one who was going to
be her vessel for vengeance.
Rob continued to talk, and to
Betty’s surprise, he revealed that he was going to transform Julies into Julia,
his perfect exotic French Maid.
As Rob began to speak the
activation incantation, Betty started casting her backfire spell.
* * *
Jules’ body stiffened as a purple
field surrounded him. Rob grinned and felt a rush of power course through his
body as he harnessed the fruit’s magical energies. Stephanie watched in
fascination, unaware that only a few days ago, she had undergone a similar
experience.
“Let’s start with the basics, shall
we?” Rob said, rubbing his hands together with glee. “Jules, what is your
name?”
Rob could see the confusion on
Steph’s face and enjoyed it.
“Jules Carson Bacteer,” the man
said in an odd, detracted manner.
“That’s incorrect,” Rob said
simply. “Your name is Julia Carrie Baccat.”
Jules blinked as his memory—and
reality—was rewritten. His ID in his wallet changed, as did his diploma in his
home.
“Now that that detail’s out of the
way,” Rob said. “Let’s move to the fun parts.”
“Julia, are you a man or woman?”
“Man.”
“Julia is a rather silly name for
a guy. I think if you have that name, you’re going to have to be a woman.”
Julia’s eyes widened as a small
part of him tried to resist. But the spell was far too powerful and it
obliterated all resistance within his mind in less than a second.
Stephanie gasped as Julia’s
clothes altered first. His dress shirt became a severe blouse and his slacks
transformed into a knee-length skirt. Rob could tell that his undershirt was
changed into a bra and his boxers were now panties. The clothes looked
exceedingly strange on Jules’ male form. Until that too, changed.
Rob had only specified that Jules
was now female. Therefore, Jules became what he would have been had he been
born female.
The first change was the face. It
lost it’s previous definition and changed from a oval structure that of a soft
triangle. Black hair sprouted and changed from a spiked cut to a pageboy look.
The lashes of the morphing face
lengthened and separated as the eyebrows became neat and elegant. The nose also
changed, losing it’s “hawk” look. The beard stubble that seemed permanently
attached to Jules face vanished, replaced by smooth skin. The last thing to
change was the lips, which simply morphed into the basic feminine form.
The soft skin now covering her
face rushed downwards through the neck, erasing the Adam’s apple and continued
into Julia’s blouse.
Rob glanced at Stephanie and was
very amused to see telltale signs of excitement showing, Rock-hard nipples
sprouted from her tight blouse, accompanied by heavy breathing.
Another gasp emerged from her lips
and Rob returned his attention to the transforming entity before him. Breasts
began pack Julia’s bra and blouse. It was fascinating to watch as the top of
the fabric seemed to fill as if someone was pumping air into it. The final
result was the rounded shape of two medium-sized tits.
As the mammary glands grew, Jules’
arms lost their shape and shrank, the hairs turning white before disappearing.
The hands became dainty and to Rob’s surprise, the fingernails changed from
plain to being adorned with a soft pink. He had not expected make-up to be
included in this spell.
Jules had always been a little
heavy and that translated into Julia. Unlike Stephanie’s transformation, Julia
did not acquire the hourglass shape, but actually rounded her breasts to her
hips, which did flare out a little. Her pelvis shifted, causing her butt to
grow out a little.
The changes continued as Julia
stood a little straighter as her manhood vanished and reformed into a woman’s
secret place. Then the legs grew slender, through not as thin as Rob preferred.
An entire new person stood before
Rob and he saw definite potential. Then again, since he had the power to
reshape a person’s body at will, he could see potential in anyone.
He glanced once more at Stephanie
and laughed at the sight of her playing with her tits, her shirt unbuttoned at
the transformation before her. Whether she found the change itself erotic or
Rob’s powers, he wasn’t sure, but either way, the show wasn’t over yet.
* * *
“Excellent,” Rob said on Betty’s
portal. She was watching carefully as she continued to mutter the incantations
for the backfire. Already a strange green mist hovered before her, the physical
manifestation of the spell she would throw at Rob. But the timing had to be
perfect. If she was off with the closing of the spell, there was a good
likelihood that the spell would double itself onto her, making her a clone of
Julia.
Betty continued to watch in a
sense of horrified fascination as Rob reshaped Jules to his desires. Part of
her was curious about what was next, and a moment later, her curiosity was
satisfied.
“Julia, what size are your
breasts?”
“24B,” Julia said in her new alto
voice, though still in the same robotic tone as earlier.
“A woman in your line of work
should have much bigger pillows than that. I think a 34D would be sufficient.”
Julia’s eyes widened once more as
her bra adjusted to accommodate her swelling bust line. Soon, reality had been
shifted once more as Julia’s tits ceased expanding, leaving her exactly as a
34D.
Betty gritted her teeth again,
holding herself back instead of striking at Rob as she so intensely desired to
do. He was suck a menace and she bristled at the though of that man using woman
as his playthings. It was maddening to watch, but when she was done, Rob would
be the plaything.
* * *
“Well, Stephanie?” Rob asked,
circling the newly well-endowed Julia. “What do you think?”
Stephanie now was sitting in her
favorite chair, topless, her own massive tits well displayed. Rob was sure that
Stephanie preferred having a bigger rack than Julia—especially since her apple
had made her quite proud of them.
“Very nice, lover,” she said, her
eyes bright with excitement and arousal. “But I think she could use a few more
curves.”
Rob smirked and agreed, coming up
with a wicked idea. “Do you want to give her those curves?”
Stephanie was obviously
thunderstruck. “Can I?”
“Just do it like I was. Ask a
question, then correct her. The spell will do the rest.” Rob made a quick hand
motion, releasing part of the commands for the spell to her.
“Okay,” the exotic dancer said
hesitantly. She peered at Julia and took a deep breath, looking at Rob for a
moment, who urged her on. “Julia, do you focus on keeping your body in shape a
lot?”
Rob wasn’t quite sure what she was
going for, but decided to let her play it out.
“No,” Julia said. “My appearance
is secondary to my occupation.”
The warlock grinned as he figured
out where his current lover was going with this line of questioning.
Stephanie smiled widely, obviously
become even more aroused by this. “That’s not right, Julia. You’ve always
naturally had a very sexy body. Men have always desired you and women want to
be you. It’s also very easy for you to keep your body that way.”
Immediately, the changes began to
sweep over Julia as any excess fat was wiped out. Julia gained a curvaceous
body that could easily be described as “drop-dead gorgeous.” In fact, most
women would probably kill for a form such as that. Unlike Stephanie, who
radiated sex, Julia’s body reflected a softer and more refined version of sexy.
Despite that, Rob found himself excited just by looking at the body that now
was his property.
Stephanie could now barely keep
herself from playing with her sensitive spots. She looked at Rob and begged for
one more. Rob simply smiled and nodded. He already had a nagging suspicion what
the next alteration would be.
“Julia, have you ever made love to
a woman?”
Since history now remembered Jules
as Julia, the woman, it was a fair question.
“No. I have never been interested
in women.”
Stephanie giggled. “That’s not
what you told me the other night. You love women and you’re great at pleasuring
them intensely. You’ve done it hundreds of times.”
Julia blinked again as memories of
numerous hot and passionate encounters with other women sprang into her mind. A
fantastic skill for eating out a woman’s sensitive place came into being within
her.
“Okay, Stephanie, I’m impressed,”
Rob said graciously. “Now, let’s finish her up. Julia, what’s the highest you
ever made it in education and how did you pay for it?”
“I graduated forth in my class at
Mountain University in economics. I worked as a research assistant for a
business professor there.”
“You silly, silly girl, you know
that’s not true. You graduated as an entertainment major and you were a
stripper at “The Nest” a few miles outside of town. You also did a lot of side
work as a prostitute when you found out that you couldn’t get pregnant without
the help of a certain kind of fertility pills.”
Once more, neural pathways were
remapped as the feminine version of Jules’ life was replaced with a life of
sex, lust and money. She suddenly remembered sleeping her way to good grades
with various professors. She had been the guest of honor at some very wild frat
parties—and the occasional sorority. She remembered just how good she had been
on the stage and in the sack and that she had saved quite a bit of money from
it all. In fact, a large savings account suddenly sprang in up the city bank as
the memories popped into existence.
Rob nodded happily, then moved in
for the kill. “Julia where do you work and what do you do there?”
“I work as a supervisor at Select
Partners.”
“Nope. You’re actually a freelance
‘escort.’ You’ve built up a reputation as being the perfect sex-crazed French
Maid. In fact, you’re so good that you’ve found that you enjoy cooking and
cleaning and that it even makes you horny.”
Now, multiple things changed.
Julia’s business dress rapidly changed into a frilly French Maid costume, but
one more suited to a stripper than a real maid. The top showed off a huge
amount of cleavage and was at least a size too small, emphasizing her curves up
there. Her curvaceous midriff showed and the skirt was almost beyond a mini.
One could see small tuffs of hair coming from the top hem of skirt, which only
dropped two inches below the waist.
The shoes changed as well,
becoming heeled black slippers. Even the small crown-like head piece appeared
in Julia’s curly black locks.
Stephanie began bouncing in her
chair, obvious eager to discover what their new toy could do.
Rob prepared the last change and
began to speak.
* * *
“Where do you live, Julia?”
“1406 Covenant Drive.”
“No. You are currently living at the
McLattel residence, acting our your role as servant and sex toy to Rob McLattel
and Stephanie Kelly.”
Betty could see Julia’s eyes
flutter again and she noticed that things suddenly became cleaner in Rob’s
living room. But that was secondary, because now, it was time.
Betty quickly uttered the final
words to the backfire spell as Rob started the ‘closing’ incantation.
The green mist suddenly darted
through the portal. Betty was blinded momentarily by a flash and opened her
eyes to see that the portal had expanded to cover an entire wall. The picture
was now crystal clear, any distortion removed by the combination of spells.
Rob reacted in shocked as the mist
dove towards the purple-hued French Maid. HE threw out a few shielding spells,
but the mist dodged then all like a live thing.
Betty yelped in joy as the mist
slammed into Julia. She watched as the purple gave way to green and she knew
without a doubt that vengeance would soon be hers.
That’s when it all went wrong. The
aura began changing colors throughout the rainbow as arcs of magical energy
started to rip away from the multicolored Maid. Rob dove behind an end table to
protect himself. Stephanie froze for a critical second then cried out in
pleasure—not pain—when a red arc lit her up for a brief moment. Her body shook
as if was under the influence of a massive orgasm, then she collapsed into a
heap on the ground, panting as if she had run a three-minute mile. Then, to
Betty’s horror, the aura seemed to grow brighter as if charging…
Then it blasted straight for her.
Betty flew through the air,
slamming into the wall as the backfire spell integrated itself with her. The
strange thing was that there was no pain…only maddening amounts of pleasure.
Her body bucked and writhed as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her.
She could feel both Julia and
Stephanie’s presence in her mind. For a second, they were all connected,
merging into one being. It was only through Betty’s mental controls and several
shielding spells that she managed to maintain control of her mind. She
desperately resisted the rewriting of her memories into a synthesis of the two
women. She felt as if she was drowning in an ocean of sensuality.
She felt her body change, through
because of the mental assault, she could fathom how. It was all she could do to
keep her consciousness from being ripped to shreds and replaced by that of a
mindless sex toy.
The mental effect seemed to last
forever during which time she was dimly aware of more arcs striking throughout
her apartment and the continued morphing of her body.
After what seemed like an
eternity, she emerged into awareness. She did a quick mental inventory and
found that for the most part, she was still Betty. Her memories showed a lot
more sexual encounters that she previously remembered—with both sexes. There
was also the fact that she had apparently been a cocktail waitress at a strip
club for several months, yet another new memory. Otherwise, her memories
appeared intact, much to her relief.
She looked around briefly and
noticed that the portal was gone, and the ingredients to the backfire spell
were now in ashes on the ground. The entire room seemed to be filled with a
strange iridescent mist that was quickly dissipating.
She slowly stood up and wandered
over to the mirror to take a physical inventory. She hesitated for a moment as
a part of her balked as seeing the changes that had been wrought. However, she
knew that she would have to face the new Betty eventually and decided that it
would be better just to get it over with now.
She stepped before her reflection
and gasped in shock. She still looked—generally—like the Betty she had seen in
the mirror this morning. However, this new Betty looked as if she had been a
Playboy playmate for a few years. Every single blemish on her face and body
were gone. Her breasts had increased to a size much closer to what she had seen
on Stephanie. It was amazing. Her clothes also had changed, becoming almost
skintight. As she ran her hands along her new body, she felt an irresistible
urge to play with her new and improved equipment. She managed to fight it off
for the moment, but in the back of her mind, she knew that her new libido would
not be denied.
She began looking through her
room, studying all the changes. Luckily, all the signs of Stephan were still
intact, but she was shocked to see all the new and strange things. She now had
a large collection of various “fantasy” items—mostly cheerleader, nurse and the
like outfits. About ten times as much lingerie has she had before as well. She wandered
over to her bed stands and found a new draw filled with all manner of sex toys.
Once again, her body demanded
attention and she pushed it back, knowing that she had only minutes before the
need for sexual attention overwhelmed her.
She knew now that the backfire
spell had backfired onto her. She was lucky that she had been able to fight off
the mental changes, or else she probably would be a prostitute somewhere by
now, screwing her brains out on some guy she had never met before. But all of
this meant that Rob was still out there, with another new woman as his slave.
And he probably knew who had attacked him.
She also had a feeling that all of
the changes hadn’t manifested themselves yet. That theory was confirmed seconds
later when she moaned, feeling something tease her sex. She looked down in
shock, wondering where the sensation was coming from. It felt like when Stephan
teased her with his hand during foreplay. Her hips bucked a little as the
sensation continued and she felt herself becoming more aroused.
Suddenly a voice in her head said,
“Why don’t you strip for me?” The voice seemed to echo through her mind,
destroying any resistance to the idea. Betty had to obey it. She began to peel
off her new white shirt that was filled to the brim with her newly enlarged
tits. She became more excited, similar to the feeling she got when she did a
striptease for Stephan. But that was different. During those time, she had
wanted to strip for him. Now, she felt compelled to do it.
Soon, her shirt was off, revealing
in their full glory her breasts. The nipples were already rather hard and she
almost felt an unseen person gazing at them in lust. The thought made her begin
to pull off her skin-tight blue jeans, revealing her small white panties.
Already, there was a visible wet spot in the center. Those soon fell to the
floor and she was standing in her room, nude.
The voice spoke again. “Suck me
off.”
Betty was completely confused. It
was as if she was living out somebody else’s sexual experience. She tried to
fight the sensations rushing through her body, but before she knew it, she had
gone into the drawer she had found earlier and found a large flesh-colored
dildo, created by the backfire spell. As she looked at it, all she could think
about was how much she wanted to swallow it. And she had never felt the need to
give a dildo a blowjob. It didn’t make sense.
Yet that’s exactly what she did.
She placed it on the bed, using it’s built in stand and began to lovingly lick
up and down it’s plastic surface. Only it didn’t taste or feel like plastic,
but real flesh. She could even smell sweat from around it.
Uncomprehendingly, she felt hands
take her head and move it to the head of the dildo. That’s when she got her
first flash. She saw not the lone dildo, but the live, pulsing cock of a real
man. She managed to look up and saw Robert. That’s when she realized that she
was looking through Julia’s eyes. She was feeling what Julia felt and she was
copying Julia’s movements.
“You ate my special bananna,
Julia,” Robert said as he looked down at her. “And I can guess what that means
your special ability is.”
Betty heard two voices say the
next line. “I am a fantastic cocksucker!” Her voice mingled with Julia’s and
then Betty once more saw her room and began to suck the dildo like there was
nothing else in the world.
She suddenly did things to the
dildo she never knew about, but she had a feeling would drive a man wild with
passion. Things that she couldn’t describe or probably repeat ever again. But
one resounding thought echoed through her head, originiating from Julia’s
sex-crazed mind: make the man cum.
Betty was very aroused as it was
and she jumped slightly when she felt a soft, probing tongue exploring her sex.
And an even stranger sensation occurred as she tasted what she thought were a
woman’s love juices. Another vision appeared before her.
This time she was looking at a
woman’s sex, this was hot and sweet-smelling. She could see a tongue that
should have been from her mouth exploring the genetal folds. She realized that
she wasn’t only connected to Julia…but to Stephanie too.
The rush of sensations was
maddening. First, she was desperately sucking a dildo that tasted like a real
man’s member. Second, while doing this, she felt herself eating out another
woman. And finally, her pussy felt the same eating out sensation, only from the
other side. Her mind couldn’t keep up with the feelings. She felt as if she was
being bombarded by the power of sex itself.
Unsurprisingly, the combination of
stimulation sent her into an orgasm that would not end. As she came, she felt
the taste of both the man and the woman become stronger and the licking at her
sex become more insistent as Stephanie began eating Julia out with pure,
lesbian abandon.
All thoughts where pushed from
Betty’s mind as the orgasms continued to wash over her. She continued to see
visions of both Rob’s cock and Julia’s pussy as her view switched from
Stephanie to Julia randomly. And during that entire time, she continued to suck
wildly on the dildo/Rob’s member. Soon, she felt the imaginary cock stiffen in
her mouth and was shocked by the taste of him in her mouth. She hungrily
swallowed with Julia as the taste and scent of the cum sent shivers through her
tits into her sex.
The voice—Rob’s voice—spoke again.
“Julia, swallow it all. Stephanie, why don’t you give our new toy her first
female orgasm.”
The insane sensations continued as
Stephanie found Julia’s senitive spot and began licking, chewing and kissing
with gusto. Betty cried out around the dildo as she tasted Rob’s cum, Julia’s
juices and felt the sensation of Stephanie attacking her clit. Rob’s explosions
soon stopped and she managed to remove her mouth from the dildo, and a new
command was given.
“Why don’t you two sixty-nine each
other?” Rob said in her mind. “After all, you need to act like the horny,
nymphomaniac lesbians you are.”
Betty flipped over on her back as
Stephanie moved Julia beneath her. Betty watched from Julia’s perspective as
Stephanie’s sex was lowered over her mouth. Betty had never been this aroused
by a woman before. In college, she had enjoyed the experimentation with her
roommate a great deal, but always preferred a man to a woman. But as the
feeling doubled as the two women serviced each other, every memory from those
times of sexual experimentation rushed into her mind. In fact, new memories,
probably from Julia and/or Stephanie, rushed into her. Within seconds, she
couldn’t think of a single male encounter.
In those moments, Betty became a
flat-out lesbian. A very horny lesbian.
She tasted both woman as they
attacked each other. She felt caught in a never-ending loop of female pleasure
as the two women tried to bring each other to climax. And considering what they
had been doing before eating each other out, it didn’t take long. Betty could
taste both of the women’s cum as they exploded into each other’s faces. All
three let out a wild cry and collapsed.
As Betty’s senses returned, she
hoped that it was over. But she was not that fortunate. She felt a large object
begin to part her folds and knew that Rob was now screwing one of his toys. She
got a quick vision, enough to determine she was now feeling Julia. She was
suddenly overwhelmed by intense lust for Rob and began playing with her
rock-hard nipples as he moved further and further in.
If Rob had suddenly appeared in
her room for real, she would gladly screw him now. Finally, when she thought
she would explode because of his massive member, she felt it slide all the way
in. As he began to move in and out of Julia and Betty, the latter received an
extremely erotic image from Stephanie of Rob screwing Julia.
“Are you enjoying it?” Rob’s voice
echoed again, directed at Julia but sent into Betty’s mind.
“Yessss…” they both moaned. “Fuck
me…”
Rob obliged them, going faster and
harder. He seemed to hammer out any remaining intelligence as Betty felt
herself slide into sexual bliss. She had never felt sex like this before, even
with Stephan. The combination of her new body and her feeling Julia’s own
pleasure brought her to a state of sexual addiction. She felt as if she could
never get enough and she made enough noise that it seemed like the entire floor
knew about her newfound sexual status.
Too soon for Betty, she felt Rob
nearing climax within Julia. Her short red hair continued to bounce as she felt
Rob delve deeper and deeper into his new sex toy. He didn’t last much longer
and as he began spurting into Julia’s hot sex, Betty loved every spasm and bit
of new heat inside her.
Before long, much to both women’s regret,
Rob had pulled out of Julia. Betty saw a quick flash of him smiling down upon
Julia and felt a feeling of warmth rush through her body as the sight of his
grin. It was only then when she realized what a slut she had been acting like.
Feeling no more sexual sensations
at the moment, she managed to get up and make it halfway to the bathroom so she
could towel off when she once more felt the insistent tongue of Stephanie at
her sex.
* * *
The naked Rob watched his stripper
begin to eat out his new maid again and considered what had just happened. He
had clearly seen Betty through the portal, which had been duplicated for a few
seconds. She had struck against him and he was not going to allow such an act
to go unpunished.
But as the two ladies beckoned him
to another session, he figured that he could deal with Betty tomorrow…
To Be Concluded…