Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2014 14:47:58 -0400
From: Remy Reid <mysweetass95@gmail.com>
Subject: TG/Magic&SciFi: After Hours

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I sat frozen at my booth, struggling to catch my breath. Frantically, I
began scouring the room, desperate to find clues as to what had just
happened. I was lost. I heard a voice behind me.

"Welcome aboard."

It was her voice, sweet and cheerful. The waitress who was serving me
earlier. Kendra, I think her name was. Blonde, beautiful and friendly. It
was starting to come back to me. My memory of the night finally rushing
through my head again.

"Think. What just happened?" was all I was capable of processing.

It was supposed to be a fun, planned night out with some friends. Everyone
was wrapped up in the Halloween spirit, so we decided to venture out on a
two hour drive to a haunted house attraction for a few scares. Everything
went swimmingly for the first hour or so.   We all had our frights and
laughs. It wasn't until just before we got on line for the final area did
things turn south.
The line we had to wait in was already long and midnight was creeping up on
us. Faced with the reality of a two hour drive back, everyone's resolve
cracked. They decided it would be better to duck out and call it a night.
Myself, I had to finish what I had started, and thus, walked into my fate.
I parted ways with my friends and ventured solo through the haunted house.
It was the same fun and terror that I had endured previously.
After that small triumph I set out on my way back home. Pulling out of the
parking lot, I was overcome with hunger. I only stopped off at my place to
change clothes and completely neglected to grab anything to eat. As I flew
by the usual fast food burger places, my appetite continued to grow. It
began reaching an entirely too distracting peak when I stumbled upon a sign
advertising an Uno's chain restaurant. As if I were guided by some
manifestation of hunger itself, I started combing the horizon for the exit
that would take me to this oasis of food. It didn't take long. A turn here,
turn there. Convenient.
As I pulled up, I immediately searched for their "hours of operation" sign.
Closing time: 1 a.m. Perfect. It was just after midnight now. The haunted
house took a mere ten minutes to explore solo. I scoffed when I was
finished, thinking about how impatient my friends were. Distant thought
now. I walked inside and was greeted with sight of a few of their lingering
patrons. It took a minute before the girl sweeping the floor noticed me and
asked if I needed a seat. I was ushered over to a booth and presented a
menu before being informed that my server would be right with me.

"Starving" was all I could think.

This is where the blonde beauty of a waitress introduced herself to me. She
was polite and used phrases like "pardon my reach" as she stretched her
arm across the table. It was endearing. I quickly ordered some burger
sliders and set about fiddling with my phone as I waited. There was an
oddness to this place. I couldn't put my finger on it. Scanning around, as
customers slowly shuffled out, nothing seemed amiss. It was just a feeling
that lingered.
My meal didn't take long to prepare. I didn't mind the wait as much as I
thought I would. My attention was diverted from my stomach to the cutie who
was finishing her sweep of the floors. Then back to my sweet waitress. Then
over to her friend with the perfect ass. Wow. Everywhere I looked there was
eye candy, I thought to myself. These girls were gorgeous. Perfect. All
eighteen-ish to early twenties. Pretty in every way. Bodies built for
pleasure. It felt a little surreal. As I devoured my recently arrived meal,
I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. My waitress noticed, her eyes
catching mine as I looked her over.

"Busted" I whispered to myself before shifting my eyes to my plate and
finishing my meal. Then, just as I took my last bite, I heard it. It was
now ten minutes before closing. I was the only customer left. It was loud,
clear and made me almost blush. It was one of those perfect servers or
hosts moaning in ecstasy. A door to the kitchen swung open and eliminated
all doubt that what I was hearing was a girl getting stuffed. I searched
around, looking intently for that door, the portal to lust that had me so
curious. I found it. It swung open again.
My waitress was exiting the kitchen. The sight behind her, the one I was
desperate to see, was fully revealed to me. The girl with the perfect ass
was bent over the counter. An older guy,tall and muscular, pulled on her
hair while slamming into her from behind. Standing doggy style always
looked like incredible fun. Watching her ass bounce due to the sheer power
of his thrusts did nothing to alter that opinion.

"I hope you saved room for dessert!" My cheerful waitress chimed, snapping
me back to reality. She stepped in front of me, blocking my view just as
the kitchen door swung closed again.

"I'm not really in the mood for dessert" I stuttered out, still processing
what I witnessed.

"Sure you are" she blurted out as she guided me back to my table. "This is
on the house. You're guaranteed to love it".

She stared at me until I finally relented and took a bite.  It was a warm
brownie served with vanilla ice cream and topped with hot fudge. Delicious.
After the second, much larger bite, she retreated to the kitchen. It was
all I could do stopping myself from running after her to catch another
glimpse of the porno unfolding in the kitchen. Moaning assaulted my ears
endlessly. Then the one long, giant scream. She came. It was over. I felt
disappointed as I finished the last bite of my brownie.
This is where everything went wrong. As I pushed back from the table, full
and satisfied, a sudden uneasiness swept through me. My stomach felt like
it was being tied into knots. My chest grew heavy with what felt like a car
resting on it. My legs felt as though they were jello. My head was
swimming. That was when consciousness left me.
That was my night up until now. Until I woke up terrified that I had been
drugged and had my organs harvested or become the victim of some horror
film come to life. I had a penchant for immediately jumping to worst case
scenarios. It wasn't until I heard my waitress' words did calm return to
me.

"Welcome aboard."

"Wait, what?" Is the only thought I could muster at the moment. I tried to
vocalize it but my mouth failed me. Weakness had overtaken me. It prevented
me from moving at all it seemed. Paralysis was setting in. I felt her hand
on my head, a caressing touch as she tucked my hair behind my ear. "Wait,
what?" Was again the only thought I could manage. My hair isn't long. It's
been a month at most since I last had it cut. Yet here it was dangling
before my eyes. It was even a different shade of auburn than I was used to.
Lighter with a hint of red thrown in.
"What happened to me??" Raced through my head again.
My waitress lifted my head. It was all wrong. I could feel it was different
immediately. She had adjusted me in my seat. My face didn't feel like mine.
The weight shifting on my chest didn't feel like mine. My body wasn't mine
anymore.
"Wow. You came out great!"  A random female voice chimed in from somewhere
behind me.
"She did, I knew she would" added my waitress.
"Kendra always had good taste" another random voice, male this time,
proclaimed.

"Kendra. At least I got her name right" I thought to myself.

"Do you want to set her up now or wait awhile for the others?" Kendra
asked.
"Let's do it now. She'll be moving again in twenty minutes tops. It's
always easier when they can't fight back" the unseen male replied.

"What the holy fuck did they mean by that?? Why do they keep calling me
"she"??  I'm going to die. Oh shit, they're going to cut me up and serve me
as burger sliders. Or meatloaf.  What the fuck!?!??" I screamed inside my
head.

The male decided to make his presence known to me. He stepped into my field
of view and I immediately wished he hadn't. It was Mr. Standing Doggystyle.
He hadn't bothered dressing himself yet so his body was on full display.
Every muscle, every inch of cock and every wrinkle on his dangling pair.

"Clear off some room in the kitchen" he harped at Kendra.

She complied and hurried away. His hands began roaming over me. First
through my hair. Then to my lips. Then to my tits.

"Wait!!  What the fuck are those???"  I screamed internally as he pulled
and kneaded them skillfully. He angled my head so I could obtain a better
view.

"Gorgeous pair" he excitedly said, pulling my new nipples obscenely. They
were thick eraser heads with large areolae surrounding them. He gave me an
excellent, intentional view when he cupped and pushed them up. "Check these
out" he smiled before taking one greedily into his mouth. The sensation was
so foreign and overwhelming. I felt a stirring in my crotch unlike any I
had before. It didn't take a genius to know what it was. Pussy. My new
pussy. My new pussy that was beginning to tingle with excitement. My new,
wet pussy. Pulsing with heat as this guy before me, this random nude
stranger, tongued my tits.

"Cleared off a table" Kendra interjected.

He withdrew his oral assault of my chest. "Let's get this done" he said
with purpose as he reached under me and lifted me up. I felt helpless,
nothing but horrible thoughts racing through my head as I was carried off.
Kendra was true to her word. At the far side of the room was a vacant table
waiting for me. It was wooden, unlike everything else in there. The
stainless steel appliances reflected a small portion of the scene
unfolding. I desperately tried to catch a glimpse of what I had become.

"Here you go" Kendra blurted out as if she read my mind. She handed Mr.
Standing Doggy a mirror. He didn't waste time, rushing to my side. Kendra
returned beside him brandishing scissors. Without a care, she set about
cutting my shirt and jeans off. Mr. Standing Doggy brought my reflection
into view. I could finally see the new me. All of me. Big green eyes.
Perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Brunette, long and beautiful. Dick sucker
lips. Cute nose. I was a beauty, a natural one. He changed the angle.
Perfect nipples. Amazing tits.

"E" Kendra announced, again as if she read my mind. She had taken my
measurements after cutting me free of my clothes.

Angle changed again. Perfect stomach. Hips. Great hips. My pretty pussy.
Shaved except for the smallest landing strip. He spread my legs ensuring I
received a clear view of everything. Silky smooth lips. Lower. Satiny legs.
My new body was perfect. Just like Kendra's and this place's entire staff.
He rolled me over.

"Now that's ass" he yelled as he gave my bubble butt a smack. I wished I
could have seen it.

"Alright. Fun begins" he let out as he rolled me back. He climbed onto the
table, straddling me. Kendra put a pillow under my head to prop it up a
bit. She opened my mouth. Mr. Standing Doggy started jerking himself to
hardness as he inched closer to my face. I felt his heat on my tits as he
reached his destination. He continued jerking until he was rock hard.

"Relax." Kendra added as she noticed my eyes shifting hectically as I tried
to figure a way out of this.

"You've already had plenty of him and loved it." Kendra said smiling.

"What the fuck is this chick talking about??" Is all I could think.

Reading my mind, she added "That special dessert. Do you know how many
times he dipped his dick in that brownie batter? And the ice cream. At
least half of it was HIS cream. How else do you think any of this
happened?  He's special. Him and the other owners of this place. We pick
some lucky people and they work their magic with some tasty recipes. After
that's done, all that's left is one final step, a push in a new direction.
Some of our "new girls" don't appreciate their new job and the
"positions" they'll hold. We make a LOT of money but sometimes that's not
enough. Soooo, they came up with a way to make us really enjoy what we
do.  It's like being hit with a small dose of nymphomania. Just enough to
make our lives fun but not so that we can't control ourselves. We do have
appearances to keep up."

Mr. Standing Doggy was growing impatient. "It's all about the baby batter.
My cum impregnates your mind. I fill you up and you'll never be able to get
enough."

With that he began teasing me. His rock hard erection placed millimeters
from my lips. I could see a drop of pre-cum resting on its head. He lowered
his cock to my upper lip and smeared it over me. I felt terrified. This was
it, I was going to suck dick. He repeated his action with my lower lip and,
satisfied that he had properly lubed me up, pushed his head into my mouth.
He obviously met no resistance and let out a dissatisfied grunt.

"This is never any fun. No suction, just skull-fucking a corpse."

It didn't stop him from pushing his dick further into my mouth. My lips
parted as wide as Kendra could manage. His salty taste was all I could
think about. Apparently I had no gag reflex. Whether that was part of my
new body or due to paralysis was unknown to me.  He bottomed out in my
throat. His massive dick was all inside me. His balls rested comfortably on
my chin.

"My chin's a ball rest" I thought. The panic and fight was gone. As he slid
down into me, it was if I gave up. It was too late to fight afterall. I
tasted pre-cum. I felt spongey cock head on my tongue. I felt my throat
stretch to accommodate some invading dick. "I'm a cocksucker."

He rested there for a brief second, allowing me to adjust to his size and
just like that he pulled out. He pushed back in slowly.  Taking his
time, he worked to a nice pace. In and out, slowly. It didn't take him long
to build up to his orgasm, he did want this boring part over as soon as
possible. It was an eruption of sperm. He shot rope after rope of thick
white goo into my mouth. Suddenly my mouth started working again as I
swallowed it all.

"So this is what cum tastes like. Not bad" I thought. "Did I just think
that???  What's wrong with me??  Oh my god, Kendra's explanation. It can't
possibly be right and even if it was he JUST came in me. It can't work that
fast."

Mortified, I realized that Kendra's speech was right on the money and it
did indeed work that fast. For now, I had regained full control of my head
and most of my upper body. Instead of using that newfound freedom to defend
myself and escape, I found myself willingly stroking Mr. Standing Doggy
back to that rock hard state I had just enjoyed. I leaned forward and
licked his cockhead, lovingly and slow.

"Oh yeah. Finally getting to the good stuff. Fucking Erica wasn't enough
for me tonight", he said, referencing the other chick with the perfect ass
that he nailed.

"Good, some enthusiasm. It's my first time, so I was really, really hoping
you would be UP to treating me right" I said in a seductive tone with a
voice that wasn't mine. What was I doing? What was I thinking? I was
enticing him to go further, enticing him....and loving it.

Kendra smiled, "That's my girl."

My hand never stopped stroking his cock. He was a raging hard on now as I
teasingly licked him now and then, savoring his pre-cum. I parted my soft,
dick sucker lips and lowered my head onto his cock.

"Now I'm a cocksucker" I thought and smiled.

I gave him everything I had. My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked. I let out
genuine "MMM's" as I savored him. My head bobbed up and down in a perfect
rhythm as if I had done this dozens of time before.

"I need to taste you again. Really taste you this time" I pleaded.

He looked down at me and smiled. He pulled himself from my grasp, to my
disappointment. I hadn't put together what he was doing yet. He started
violently stroking himself. He was pumping fast. As I could see him getting
closer I opened my mouth wide. I understood now. It was facial time. That
rich baby batter was going to splash all over my face.

"Fuck yeah. Cum on me, baby. I need that cum" I purred.  My entire body was
free now. I positioned myself an inch away from his member. Mouth still
agape and impatiently waiting for another helping of dessert.

"Aim for my mouth. I want to taste it again"

He obliged. With a hearty grunt, he unleashed the first torrent. Another
thick rope of sperm. It splashed the back of my throat. The second came
soon after. The directionality shifted. Most of the savory goo followed the
first blasts path.  The rest landed on my lips and chin. The third blast,
however, was his primal mark my territory one. He pulled back and unleashed
it on my face, painting my nose and cheeks.

"Nice. So very nice" he let out as his cock stopped twitching.

My fingers went to work and gathered as much cum from my face as possible
and pushed it into my mouth. It was heaven.

"I've got one more left in me. You know, only if you want it" he smiled.

"You know I would never turn that down".

Kendra excused herself, "I'm going to make sure we're all closed up.
Everyone else headed back already and I think you've got her handled".

Mr. Standing Doggy didn't offer much of an acknowledgment as she set off,
just a quick nod as she left the kitchen. He was focused much more on me,
his prize for the night. It made me feel proud almost. His cock was already
back to its obscene rigidness as he watched me laying back on the table. My
hands exploring my new body and settling on my tits. I loved the brief time
he spent on them earlier so I had to give it a try myself. I pulled on my
nipples and squeezed  their entirety. He couldn't watch for more than a
minute before walking over to me with more determination than I had ever
seen anyone exhibit.

"This is it. Round three, more dick for me" I thought as my lips parted
slightly in preparation for my invader.

He surprised me though. His dick didn't make a beeline for my mouth.
Instead, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off the table. He let me
find my footing then spun me around and shoved me forward. I was bent over.

"No way.  He's going to do me. REALLY do me. Full on fuck me. Mr. Standing
Doggy is going to plow me just like Mrs. Perfect Ass" I thought excitedly.

My breathing increased. I felt his finger caress my lower lips before he
let out  "Nice and wet. I think someone wants this."  He began slapping his
cock against the cheeks of my bubble butt.

"Fuck me" is all I could manage.

He guided his cockhead into my pussy. It felt divine.  The walls of my
pussy stretched for his girth. He pushed and pushed until he was buried to
his hilt in me. It felt amazing having his balls rest against my folds. He
started his motions. Slowly pulling out of me until just his head was
inside then pushing in until his balls snuggled next to my body again. He
started quickening his pace. We were getting to the good stuff. My legs
were already weakening. My mind was flooded with images of Mrs. Perfect Ass
being pounded by Mr. Standing Doggy and I couldn't help but wonder if that
was how I looked.

"I love that ass!" He proclaimed as he took hold of my hips. He was
thrusting with force now. I could feel my cheeks bouncing. Bounce. Bounce.
Bounce. It was a dance, a perfect rhythm. Mrs. Perfect Ass, I knew my body
was moving like hers. My tits were crushed against the table, unable to
match the bounce of my ass. I had kept my head down to give Mr. Standing
Doggy better access to my slit. The pressure I put on those E's heightened
my pleasure, but I needed more. I needed to feel them bounce like Mrs.
Perfect Ass'. I needed to feel them sway when he drove himself into me. I
lifted my body. I wasn't disappointed. Finally free from my constraints,
they swung into action. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Like pendulums, they moved
back and forth under his power. He moved his hands, taking note of my new
position. One hand groped my tit, the other my shoulder. He squeezed hard
on my tit and pulled even harder on my shoulder. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
 I couldn't last much longer. I was screaming in ecstasy. My moans would
make any porn star jealous. I looked back to see the determination in his
eyes. He had a mission. Me. He slapped my ass. I came. Just like that. His
balls slapping my clit, his hand squeezing my nipple, practically pulling
it off my tit. All of it a perfect symphony of manipulation. My body
couldn't handle it anymore. The slap on my ass was the period, a final
punctuation that pushed me over the edge. My body shaked and rocked as I
arched my back farther than I thought I could. I stammered and struggled to
let out an "Ohhhh" or "Yes!" but could only manage whimpers as I froze in
pleasure.

I was done. He was not. The stamina, the fact that he was still
relentlessly pounding away at my me, impressed me. I don't know what kind
of magic he was truly capable of but he had to have used something on
himself. My magical fucker. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. My body had gone limp
after my orgasm. My tits pressed against the table once more as I laid
there, worn out.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. My ass continued. Both of his hands on my hips
again. He pulled out. Suddenly I felt empty. "Why isn't he finishing?" The
thought raced in my head for a split second. I didn't have time to imagine
an answer he would give.

"Ooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" I screamed. My body rocked with a second, very
different orgasm. I was coming on his beautiful cock again, except now
there was a mixture of pain in my pleasure. Just as quickly as he pulled
out of my pussy, he rammed himself up my ass. My tight little ass. No
warning of any intention. Just ass. I screamed again as I caught my breath
and let this new sensation wash over me in waves. My eyes rolled, fists
clenched and toes curled. I was his in every way.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. He plugged away. Just as my second orgasm subsided,
I felt him thrust one final time. He was balls deep in my ass. He unleashed
another torrent of cum inside of me. His hot goo coated every millimeter of
my insides. I had been injected with sperm from both ends. He was done.

"Now that was what I needed. Erica's a great fuck, all of our girls are,
but lately everyone's just too busy. Too much work. We don't get to enjoy
our creations as much as we should" Mr. Standing Doggy delivered to me as
he withdrew from my ass.

"Our creations" I thought. He was right, I was an incredible work of art
that he pieced together in a few hours. What we did was a masterpiece of
fucking. The way he moved inside me, around me, everything. I never
would've thought eating at a chain restaurant so late would change my life
so completely, but here I am. I guess all that's left is to figure out what
comes next.



To be continued?