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DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only. Many things in it are twisted, perverted, impossible, improbable, illegal, immoral or fattening. Minors should not read this work of fiction. This story may be distributed freely, to anyone, anywhere and at any time. This story is a work of fiction, and resemblance to a real people, living or dead, is because I wanted it that way. No animals were harmed in the making of this story. Contents may settle during shipping. House Of Freaks By Gunslinger The house lay in the center of the hollow, surrounded on all sides by a canyon, whose looming height cut out the rising moon's silver light. Lying in the center of the dark, fetid canyon, the mansion was merely a darker mass of stone, surrounded by the heavy growth of plants and practically overgrown with vines. Then, the silence of the little valley was broken by the sound of feet on gravel as a figure entered the valley, coat tugged close to ward off the winter chill. Carl still couldn't believe that he'd been talked into joining a Halloween party in the eerie old mansion. Ever since the last owner, Old Man Carrathers, had vanished mysteriously a decade ago, the house had lain empty and abandoned, slowly decaying as time passed. Since the law stated that a missing person wasn't declared legally dead for seven years, the house couldn't be repaired or sold during that time, and after the seven years, the cost of fixing it up plus the rumors of a horrible curse on the house, had kept realtors from taking an interest. Now, his frat brother Josh had called, saying he was having a party there tonight. He'd been poking around the place during daylight, and had found a spare key hidden under a planter. He'd stocked the living room with some booze, snacks, lights, and other necessities, then started calling around for 'guests' at his party. Carl was early - real early. The agreement was that you could come anytime you wanted and poke around the house for fun, but, unless you brought your own booze, nobody was to start drinking his provided alcohol until midnight, when everyone would meet in the living room. Shivering in the chill, Carl lit his battery-powered lantern and opened the door, which creaked on his hinges. Stepping inside, he eyed the dusty, rundown interior, and made his way to the living room, which Josh had at least tidied up a bit. Carl was hoping that somebody else would be here by now, but if they were, they were off somewhere in the depths of the huge, sprawling mansion, poking around. Suddenly, he stiffened as he heard an odd, metallic clanging sound from somewhere nearby. Frowning, he listened intently, but no other sound repeated itself. Carl smiled as he realized that somebody had gotten here already - probably Josh. "Hey, Josh! That you?" Carl yelled as he walked down the hall, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. With no answer to his yelling, and no idea where he was going, Carl was about to give up, when he heard the sound again, right behind the door he was standing next to. Pulling open the door, he found it led to the garage. He stepped inside and lifted up his light, revealing the empty garage, which apparently wasn't even used for storage. Frowning, Carl took three steps forward and stared down at the object in the middle of the pristine concrete floor. Glancing up, he checked both the side door and the big rolling door, verifying in a glance that both were closed and locked. Confused, he stooped down and eyeballed the inexplicable object that sat in the garage. It was an old fashioned automobile jack. Scissoring metal segments surrounded a threaded spindle that, when turned by the crank on the side, would slowly cause the scissoring segments, and the metal pad at the top, to rise. Shaking his head in confusion, Carl leaned forward to touch it, wanting to verify that it wasn't an illusion. Suddenly, it was if gravity tripled for an instant, and Carl toppled forward, landing on the jack face-first, and the end of the jack smashing his teeth inwards as the jack's support pad jammed in his mouth. Carl tried to scream in pain and fear, but only a thing sound emerged from his shattered, mangled mouth. Then, inexplicably, the crank on the side began to turn by itself, slowly raising Carl's head - as pain pulsed through his prone body as it began to change. His body began to swell, the skin becoming hard as it changed color. His eyes bulged as his head swelled and changed shape. His arms began to merge into his side as his hands darkened and toughened, swelling into circular shapes. His clothes burst from the pressure of his swelling body, revealing skin, which was quickly taking on a metallic red tint. A declivity formed in Carl's back, ridges and bumps forming as the area paled to white, becoming the texture of fine leather. His skull began to writhe in shape as the gray matter inside changed into a mechanical object, gears, hoses and pistons forming. Immobile, Carl's soul screamed in horror as his body continued to change. Within seconds, the jack, now fully raised, no longer supported a human body. Instead, it held the front end of a perfectly restored 1968 AC Cobra in the air; it's glossy red paint shining under the bright overhead light. And, inexplicably, oil ran in streams from around the headlights, looking almost like oily black tears as they ran down the bumper and dripped onto the floor. Somewhere in the depths of the shadowed mansion, a low, seep, evil voice chuckled as it claimed it's first victim in over a decade... * * Matt took a deep breath, panting slightly in the cold October air, as he turned his mountain bike onto the overgrown drive of the old mansion. Since the drive sloped down, he let the bike coast, picking up speed, as he followed the curve of the gravel driveway around the bulk of the main house, finally pulling to a stop near the garage the projected from the side of the house. Climbing off the bike, he slipped off his backpack, which sloshed and clinked. It was only when he was off his bike that he realized that a golden glow was spilling out the window on the side door of the garage. Leaning his bike up against the wall, he stepped up to the door and tried the handle, cursing softly when he found it locked. Using the sleeve of his jacket, he wiped the grime from the window and peered inside. He whistled in admiration at the sight of an AC Cobra in beautiful condition, bathed in the light of a battery powered lantern that lay on it's side on the floor, as if dropped or discarded. Matt banged on the door a couple of times, hoping whoever had arrived before him would hear, but there was no answer. Carrying his bag, he walked around to the big roll-up door and tried it, but it was locked as well. Cursing, Matt realized he should have stopped farther up the drive and wheeled the bike through the over-grown tangle of the front lawn to the main door. Now it was halfway back up the drive, which sloped up hill. Turning around, he decided to look for another entrance at the back of the house, which was much closer. Slinging the bag over one shoulder, he hiked around the bulk of the building, trying the occasional door he passed, and finding them all locked. Then he brightened as he reached the Arboretum. The room, which was basically an add-on greenhouse attached to the mansion, was all glass, and several of the panes were broken from the years of neglect. He had no trouble popping open the locked door by reaching in through a broken pane and unlocking it from inside. Proud of his minor B&E, he entered, shutting and locking the door behind him as he pulled a large flashlight from his backpack and looked around. The long wooden tables held no plants. What few plants had prospered after being abandoned had long ago died the first winter that had come after the first few panes of glass had broken, allowing the cold air to kill them off. Now, the only remnants were the gardening implements. Shaking his head, Matt walked across to the door leading inside. ...and swore as he jiggled the locked handle. The door was several inches thick, and oak. There would be no B&E here. Annoyed, he turned away - then paused as his beam of light swept past something he hadn't noticed before. Walking over, he looked at the old TV mounted on one wall. Idly, he tried the power button, not surprised when nothing happened. Turning away, he began to head for the door when he heard a low rattling sound. Looking around, Matt stared in disbelief. Along one of the tables, a row of planters, marked 'Tomatoes', lay long dead. Sitting on the dry soil was a series of small, conical 'cages' of wire mesh, some sort of gardening thing that Matt didn't recognize. But what made his jaw drop was the fact that two of them were vibrating, all by themselves. Suddenly, to his shock and horror, they flew up from the table and towards him. He threw up his hands in defense, the backpack and light falling to the floor. The booze in the bag smashed, forming a spreading puddle of alcohol, but the flashlight stayed on, even though the lens shattered. The two small cones hit Matt's chest painlessly, wide end flush against his chest, the narrow part pointing out. Staring down, Matt tried to pull them off, but they seemed firmly attached to the front of his shirt. His hands flew away from the cones in horror as they changed beneath his fingers, becoming covered with a gold-lame fabric. Matt gasped as he felt an odd pulling sensation beneath the golden cones, as if it was applying a suction to his chest and sucking his skin into the cones. Suddenly, a garish light flared up, and Matt looked around in horror. His jaw dropped even further as he saw the TV was on, tuned to MTV. New, strange sensations drew his attention back to his chest - where the golf fabric was spreading out, taking over his shirt and transforming it into something else. Gold colored lacing appeared on the sides and front of the altering garment, as it slowly turned into a golden corset with cone-shaped cups in the built in bra. The corset drew tighter and tighter on his waist, compressing it painlessly down to a size that should have been impossible as the change continued to spread. Realization dawned on Matt, and he screamed, his voice rising in pitch as the top part of the change reached his neck, altering vocal chords before moving up to his face. The lower half of the change was sweeping downwards, widening his hips as a terrible pulling sensation occurred in his crotch. It continued on down, reshaping legs that were now encased it fishnet stockings. In a matter of seconds, Matt had become an exact duplicate of Madonna during her 'Blonde Ambition' tour. Horrified, his slender new hands touched his crotch, feeling the smoothness of it. Then, without warning, he was hit by a strange suction, and he looked up just in time to see himself sucked right through the screen of the TV, and into the show. Horrified, Matt found himself without control of his altered body as he performed 'Just Like A Prayer' on stage before a huge crowd of cheering fans. Yet it wasn't real - he could see the TV screen, and beyond it, the now empty greenhouse. Hanging in midair, halfway between the stage and the screen, were the words 'Previously Recorded', viewed backwards from his side. Helplessly, Madonna/Matt was just finishing up his set. As the last note died, he waited to discover what would happen to him. What happened was the channel changed. Matt, still in the Madonna body, once more had control of the changed body as he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. With a chill, he realized that he recognized the surrounding foliage and location. He was in the movie 'Jurassic Park'. Somewhere, not far away, a low roar sounded through the trees. High-heeled boots sinking and sticking in the mud, Madonna/Matt ran for his/her life... * * The tiny blue Geo Metro pulled up in the great circular drive, the tiny 'sewing machine' engine dying into silence. "Well, here we are, babe." Ted said, unnecessarily. He smiled reassuringly at his date, Nicole, who was gazing at the dark, looming mansion with trepidation, She returned the smile wanly. "It's just so... creepy." She said, shivering. She pulled her 'Minnie Mouse' costume closer around her. Ted laughed it off and climbed out, walking around to open the car door for her. He was a Trekkie, and was wearing his 'Spock' outfit, right down to the fake ears, which Nicole found too tacky to even notice, so she just ignored them. "Come on, let's go inside. It's got to be warmer in there." He led her up the stone steps, and was glad to find the massive oak door unlocked, as promised. They went inside, and found the living room after stumbling around in the gloom for a few minutes. Feeling his way around, Ted found a flashlight and snapped it on, which eased Nicole to no end. "Hey, cool." Was Ted's comment, looking around at the decaying finery. "Yeah, cool. Like, minus 10." Nicole retorted, still shivering. It was psychological, rather than physical. Looking around, Ted spotted the massive stone fireplace. It was all set up to go, and had been for more then a decade. With a pocket lighter, Ted finally brought it to life, bathing the room in a golden glow. While his date huddled close to it, Ted trotted out to the car, and brought in the two cases of beer and the shopping back of snacks. Dropping it near the couch, he looked around. "Well, this is going to be boring until someone else shows up. What say we take a look around?" Nicole shook her head. "No way, Jose. I'm staying right here." She shivered again. "And don't you go wandering off, either." Ted sighed. "Look, I'm just going to see what's behind that door, okay?" he asked, pointing. Without waiting for an answer, he went through, disappearing from Nicole's sight, although she could still hear him. It seemed to be some sort of music room. A dust grand piano sat in one corner, and a dust chair with a music stand in front of it stood in the other. Spying a little wooden box on the seat, he walked over and took a look. It was a small wooden box, but Ted couldn't identify the close-grained wood, although it looked expensive. Intrigued, he picked it up and examined it. Opining it turned out to be tougher than he expected. It wasn't locked - but the brass clasps were devilishly intricate, and he finally figured out that to open them, you had to twist them to the right, slide them up, flip the outer ring down, twist them to the left while sliding them to the right, then flip open the inner ring. Only then did they open. Ted's eyebrow rose in a very Spockish manner at the sight of the wooden fife lying inside the velvet-lined box. Made out of the same wood as the box, the recorder-like woodwind was obviously very old. A single word, half worn away by what looked to be centuries of use, was inscribed in raised letters on the bottom of the instrument. Ted tried to decipher the lettering. "Hmm... 'H' 'o' ,'a' or 'e', 'm' or 'n', 'l' something... 'n'. Henlon? Hamlun? Honlin?" He shrugged, figuring it was just the maker's name, then experimentally raised it to his lips and blew. Incredibly crystal clear notes came forth. Experimentally, Ted played with different fingers, creating a flowing cascade of notes that wasn't music, exactly but still haunting. In the other room, Nicole tilted her head at the sound of the notes, intrigued. Suddenly, and odd tingle ran through her body. She tried to stand up - and fell backwards. She tried to call out in fear, but nothing emerged. Then her body began to twist and alter as she began to shrink. Her arms narrowed and shortened, while her legs shortened and thickened. Grayish fur sprouted all over her body as her ears become longer and rounder. Her nose and lips moved outwards, forming a muzzle as she literally fell out of her clothes, too small for them to remain on. With a painful tearing sensation, a long, hairless, whip-like tail burst from the base of her spine while her hips altered, forcing her on all fours as he continued to shrink. This time, her attempt to scream produced a thin squeak, as her torso became rounder and shorted and whiskers burst from her muzzle. Within seconds, a small, gray rat lay in the pile of clothes that Nicole had been wearing. Squeaking in high-pitched terror, the rat bolted for the music room. As the rat skittered across the floor, Ted stopped playing, making a face as the rodent made a beeline for him. Angrily, he kicked out, his boot connecting with the vermin and sending it flying. It picked itself up, obviously on lightly injured, and skittered off into the darkness. Worried that a rat my scare Nicole, Ted dropped the fife, and stepped into the living room. "Nicole, are you..." he stopped with a frown, not seeing his date anywhere in the room. Then he spied her clothing, lying in a pile near the fireplace. Slowly he smiled. "Alright! Naked Co-ed hide and seek!" He chuckled. "Oh, Nicole, I'm coming to find you!" Taking a flashlight, he set out down the dark hallway, an erection straining at his pants in a decidedly unSpock-like manner. * * "Well, somebody else is here." Rei smiled at Cindy, nodding towards the Geo parked in the driveway as they pulled up beside it. The pretty blonde, dressed in a black jump suit, shrugged. "Probably some jerk who'll hit on us all night." She looked over at the slender, pretty Asian girl, and they laughed together. Meeting guys was one of the major reasons they'd agreed to attend a party at such an eerie location. Laughing, the two women picked up flashlights and proceeded up into the cold, dark mansion, immediately drawn to the living room by the golden light spilling out of the doorway. Looking around, the found the room empty. "So, do we wait here?" Cindy asked. Rei shook her head. "No, let's take a look around. At least one other person is around somewhere." Cindy agreed, and the two girls set out, poking around. They decided to go up the massive, curving staircase. The stepped into the first bedroom, looking around at the decaying grandeur. "I'm going to check out the bathroom, okay?" Cindy asked, and when Rei nodded, the blonde vanished behind the door, hoping the plumbing still worked. Rei, left alone, looked around. Suddenly her eyes were drawn to a small, colorful rectangle on the bed table. Walking over, she picked up the small wrapped piece of bubble-gum. "Bubba-phallic Bubble Gum?" Rei read, shaking her head. "What sort of name is that for a gum? And, what the hell flavor is 'Daemon-berry?'" Intrigued, she unwrapped the gum, hesitated - then popped in into her mouth and began to chew. The flavor was unusual, but nice. Rei chewed happily, noticing the tingling it created. It seemed to run through her entire body, and began to evoke strange, dark thoughts unlike any she'd ever had. Normally, these thoughts would be repugnant, but now she found them intriguing, as her jaw worked away at the gum. Slowly, her dark brown eyes faded to a deep, sullen red as Rei's mind - her real mind - vanished beneath new thoughts and powers. Behind the closed door came a triumphant "Yes!" as a toilet flushed, and Cindy emerged, smiling. She was naked, her one piece garment in hand. Planning for a 'romantic' night, she hadn't worn any underwear. "Hey, Rei, can you give me a hand? The zipper on this thing's stuck." The Asian, still chewing smiled. "In a minute. Leave that there and come over here. I want to show you something." Cindy shrugged and walked over, her tanned skin glowing in the light of the flashlight. "What?" Without another word, Rei started blowing a pink bubble, the gum swelling larger and larger, becoming enormous. "Wow!" Cindy said, impressed. The bubble was already bigger than Rei's head. Maliciously, she reached out to pop the bubble. When her finger touched the surface of the bubble, Rei opened her mouth, and the bubble enveloped the nude blonde from head to toe, binding her arms to her sides, and her legs together, Struggling, Cindy fell over. Rei casually undressed while she watched her friend change. Cindy's arm's began to merge with her body as her legs fused together. She started to shrink, stiffening up as her hair retracted back into her skull. Rei bent down as the change finished and picked up Cindy - who was now a huge plastic dildo, the same bright pink as the gum had been. She was warm, like living flesh, and inside the plastic phallus, she was still conscious, absolutely helpless. Lying back on the bed, Rei spread her legs. "Come to mama..." she whispered with a cruel smile, and slid the huge plastic dildo into her hot, wet cunt and began to masturbate furiously with her best friend. As she did so, her body began to change, her small breasts beginning to swell as her muscles bulked larger. Two horns grew up from her hair, dark gray and pointed. And that was only the beginning... * * "God, you look hot, Sheri." Don said for about the hundredth time as they pulled up beside the two other cars in the driveway of the decaying mansion. He could finally turn and look at her again, not having to pay attention to distractions like driving. The sexy, petite blonde smiled back suggestively. "I know." She wiggled her chest slightly with a giggle. She was dressed as the most erotic 'school girl' outside of a porno movie. Small white socks, topped with lace frill, were between her dainty feet and the black platform shoes with their six in stiletto heels. Above that, her cute legs rose up to a very short dark blue denim skirt and a white T-shirt over her average size but remarkably firm tits. She was definitely a hot little number. Don's erection strained at his jeans as he climbed out of the car. They went up the stairs and into the house, poking around in the living room. "Well, somebody else is around." Don said. "The fireplace is lit, there's car's in the driveway - and some girl's running around nude." He pointed to the pile of discarded clothing with a smile. "Ooohh..." Sheri leered. "Sounds like fun." "Uh... what say we look around. Maybe find an empty bedroom?" Don suggested, and Sheri quickly agreed. They climbed the stair together, and headed for the first door. As Don reached for the knob, Sheri stopped him, putting a finger to her lips. Frowning, Don listened - and heard the sound of a woman in the midst of sex. Smiling, he led Sheri to a bedroom at the other end of the hall, wondering if it was the nude woman whose clothes lay in the living room. Opening the door to the bedroom, Don quickly set up and lit a dozen candles, so he could shut off the flashlight. Turning, he smiled at Sheri... ...who wasn't even looking at him. Repressing his annoyance, he walked over to see what had caught his date's interest - then involuntarily blurted "What the hell...?" "I don't know." Sheri said, staring. "But isn't it cool?" 'It' was a massive, full-length mirror frame of intricately carved cherry would. But in the frame wasn't a mirror - quite. It was almost like a soap bubble. Although it dimly reflected their images on it's surface, Don could also see through to the other side. Curious, he walked around and waved at Sheri through the semi-transparent membrane. "Yeah, it is cool." He agreed. With a smile, he tilted his head. "I wonder how solid it is?" And before Sheri could argue, he stepped through. There was a pop as he passed through the shimmering surface, and the frame no longer held anything but empty air. And Don and Sheri gasped in stunned horror as they looked at him. Only, it wasn't 'him'. It was 'her'. The hair was still the dark black shade it had always been. But other than that, Don was now an exact mirror image of Sheri in every way, right down to the clothes. "My god, what's happened to me!" Don said, stunned, her new voice also exactly the same as Sheri's. "I don't know." Sheri said, huskily, her eyes roaming over Don's altered body with lust. "But you're right - that is a sexy look." Don looked up, startled. "What do you..." she began hotly - then her voice died, and she found a growing wetness between her legs as she really looked at Sheri. Neither of the girls had ever been so horny in their lives. Despite the horrific change, they found themselves unable to keep from embracing one another; identical lips meeting in a passionate kiss as identical tongues intertwined. Helplessly, the two girls tore at each other's clothing, unable to stop. Sheri was horrified at the prospect of lesbian sex, being completely straight, whereas Don was turned on by Sheri's body, but horrified at being female. Nevertheless, they couldn't stop themselves. Helplessly, the collapsed on the floor, identical faces lowering between identical, silken thighs as identical tongues slid into identical hot, wet cunts. The natural woman and the transformed woman applied the exact same technique, not knowing how they knew how to eat out each other's cunt, but doing so like experts, until they reached a simultaneous climax, their muffled shouts of joy echoing in stereo. And still, they couldn't stop.... * * "There IS such a thing as hiding TOO well, Nicole." Ted mumbled to himself, staring down at the pile of clothes. The truth was he was enjoying the game, as it was bringing him to new heights of anticipation. Then he heard the sound of an engine outside. That worried him. Nicole would be embarrassed enough to die if somebody else found her. Awkwardly, her arranged his throbbing hard-on in his underwear to minimize it, and went to the front door. He was surprised to find a few cars outside - he hadn't heard the others come in. He smiled at the new arrivals, recognizing the guy right away. "He, Steve, how's it going?" Ted said cheerfully as his friend and his date came in. Steve was dressed up as a doctor, and his shapely date was in an abbreviated Nurse's outfit. "And who's the lovely lady?" Steve laughed. "Ted, meet Jeanette. She's actually a first year med. student, so watch it - she knows how to use a needle." She smiled at Ted, and gave a surprisingly good Vulcan salute. "Live long and prosper, Ted." Laughing, Ted returned it. "So, where is everyone?" Steve asked, looking around the empty living room, and noting the pile of clothes. He didn't say anything about it though. "I think they went downstairs." Ted said, trying to get them out of the way so he could continue his search unimpeded. "Downstairs?" Jeanette asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah" Ted said, finding a perfect answer in an instant. "Looking for the wine cellar." Jeanette giggled fetchingly, then held out an arm. "Shall we, doctor?" she asked. Gallantly, Steve took her arm, and Ted directed them to the stairs to the basement, which he'd found while searching, although he hadn't gone down. Carrying Coleman lanterns, the two 'medics' vanished down the curving stairs, and Ted resumed his search, heading towards the back of the house, where he hadn't been yet. The place was huge, and he was afraid it would take him all night to search it. He pulled open a door and shone the flashlight inside what turned out to be a games room. Walking inside, he looked about, hoping to spot the place Nicole had decided to hide. Instead, he spotted an odd rubber 'ring' on the pool table. Intrigued, he picked it up. With a start, he realized it was a 'cock ring'. Flushing, he looked around, ensuring that no one was near. Quickly, he jammed a hand down his pants and slid the ring onto his rock-hard cock at the base, and waited. Suddenly, and odd tingling ran through him, and he pitched over as a bolt of pain hit his crotch. He writhed on the floor for a second, eyes clamped shut in pain. Then the pained look faded, to be replaced with a sly one. Slowly, Ted opened his eyes. They were glowing red. * * "Wow..." Jeanette breathed in surprise. "This place is huge." "Yeah." Steve agreed. "And Kinky." It was - the whole place was made up of a series of rooms, each one outfitted as a different kinky scenario, many of the B&D or S&M. "This is too much." Jeanette said, entranced. "I have to take a look around." Steve snorted. "Why? It's a little sick, isn't it?" Jeanette shot him a glare. "Yeah, I'm sick." She said sarcastically. "And you don't want to be seen with a pervert, right?" She stormed off angrily, and Steve sighed, deciding it was best to let her cool down for a while before he went after her. * * Somewhere in the maze of the huge mansion, a secret room lay, dark and fetid. An odd pentagram, surrounded by long-dead candles, lay in the center of the room. But while it was nearly complete, it wasn't quite strong enough. Inside the drawing was a figure. Describing it in terms that humans could conceive of would be impossible. But any human could understand the low, evil chuckle it gave. After years of dormancy, it's time had come. Enough lust and evil had made it into the house. Even though it's physical being was trapped inside the pentagram, it's power extended everywhere in the sprawling mansion. That is, it could project it's power into certain objects, anywhere in the mansion. And once that object was used, the power was increased in a living host. And now, it's power had achieved 'critical mass', allowing it to start a 'chain reaction', one that could extend beyond the walls of the house. It just needed a few more 'carriers'... * * Steve sighed. He'd kind of hoped that Jeanette would return on her own, and apologize for flying off the handle - but it didn't look like that was going to happen. Bored, he began to poke through some of the rooms, looking around without much interest. Sighing again, her dropped into a tall 'Director' style chair - and winced as he sat on something. Shifting, he pulled it out. It was a very old hair clip. It seemed to be made out of beaten silver, and it's surface was intricately raised in a design that looked vaguely Celtic. Bored, Steve fingered the item for a minute. Whimsically, he pushed his longish, black hair atop his head, and fastened it in place with the clip. Suddenly, an odd tingling ran through his body, almost like a mild electric shock. Instantly, Steve found himself feeling hot - too hot. Although only seconds ago he'd been chilly in the damp basement air, he now felt like he was about to burn up. Frantically, he tore off his clothes, sighing in relief as the cool air hit him. Then, in horror, he felt his body began to change. He gasped as his body hair fell away in a cloud. Looking down at his denuded legs, he watched in horror as they shifted, the musculature altering to acquire a sexy, feminine contour. Then his downward view was obscured as his nipples swelled outwards, themselves enlarging as the flesh behind the swelled rapidly, forming small female breasts. But they didn't stay small. They rapidly passed A and B-cup, becoming rounder and fuller as they grew. Horrified, Steve grasped at his swelling bosom, and tried to call for help - but no sound emerged from his swelling, softening lips, and pleasure wracked his body as his hands touched the engorged nipples atop breasts that had stabilized at DDD-cup, extraordinarily firm and round. His facial features continued to alter as his ass fleshed out, becoming fuller and sexier, the perfect, feminine 'teardrop' shape. From the front, an odd sensation in his crotch gave him notice, and pulled his firm, round globes apart and gaped as his cock retracted into his body, leaving a perfectly formed cunt, bordered by a small, neat patch of hair. Then the changes were complete, and Steve had become a sexy, buxom woman, with a helpless, slightly insipid smile locked on her face. Horrified - but unable to express it - Steve had to go get help. But her body was already starting to shiver in the chill air, especially due to her dainty feminine feet on the freezing stone floor. Desperately, she tried to pull on her male attire - but nothing fit. Her perfect, white teeth were chattering, and her full, sexy lips were turning blue beneath the glossy red lipstick that had appeared on them. With no other choice, she pulled on the only other clothes in the room - a sexy red-leather sleeveless body suit that had high-cut legs and a low-cut neckline that displayed her gorgeous, perfect tits. And the only footwear was a matching pair of red-leather, thigh high ballet boots with eight-inch heels. Stevi pulled them on - and was surprised to find she could walk easily in the fantastically high heels. Though she wanted to bolt in horror, the best she could so was an incredibly sexy strut as she headed sensuously for the stairs to find help. * * With lively chatter, the rest of the guests arrived within a few minutes of each other as midnight approached. Some in costumes, others not, the gathered in the living room before the blazing fire. Ribald comments were made about the discarded pile of clothes as the booze was brought out, and the party commenced in earnest. When a half-hour had passed, and there was still no sign of the earlier arriving guests, Josh, the party's 'founder', organized 'search parties'. Each of the guests was to go off and try to find one of the missing guests. Anyone who came back with another guest got a free bottle of booze, on him. Eagerly - although some of the girls were wary about searching the mansion alone - the last of the guests split up and set out about the house, looking for those who had come before. * * "Fucking heels!" Sam cursed, teetering atop the three-inch heels on the black leather pumps he wore. Josh, yanking his chain, had told him that no one without a costume would be allowed. Same, ever the sucker, had believed it. Slender, with short sandy blonde hair and large glasses, Sam had almost panicked, not having a costume. Swallowing his pride, he'd borrowed the black pumps, black nylons, a short black skirt, a white blouse, and clip-on earrings from one of the girls in the building. Now, he felt like a complete fool in his 'costume' - and worse, he was the slowest person. Everyone else, including Josh, had already disappeared into the depth of the house, and Sam was still slowly wobbling along. Suddenly, the door beside him swung open, and Sam almost had a heart attack. Then a figure emerged - and Sam's jaw dropped. "My god!" Sam said, staring at the incredibly sexy dark-haired woman in red leather. She was smiling at him, and spoke in a sexy, seductive voice. "Please, I need your help." She said. "Uh... sure." Sam said, unable to tear his eyes from her spectacular cleavage. "What do you need?" Stevi had thought it through. It had to be the house, and it's rumored curse. Maybe if she got far enough away... "I need a lift. Anywhere. Just away from here." Stevi said in her incredibly sexy voice. Sam eagerly agreed, leading her out to his car - an old Pinto - and peeling rubber as they left the grounds and headed down the highway. Hopeful, Stevi waited for something to happen. Something did. She found herself becoming unbelievably horny. Desperately, she tried to fight the feeling, but it was growing stronger every second. She turned to Sam, planning on telling him to take her back; she'd made a mistake... ...only to find herself moaning, "Please, fuck me. Right now!" Sam stared at her, stunned. Helplessly, in desperate need of sex, no matter how disgusted the thought made her, Steve grabbed the wheel, yanked it to the side, and stomped on the brakes. The Pinto shuddered to a halt on the side of the road. Helplessly, the cum-crazed new woman dragged Sam from the car and into the bushes, peeling off her body suit. A goofy grin on his face, the nerdish young man began fondling her large, firm tits. Although it felt fantastic, Stevi said breathlessly "There's no time for that!" She literally ripped Sam's panties of, hiked his skirt up, and impaled herself on him as she tripped him to the ground. Hungrily, Stevi rode Sam's small cock, wishing it was larger. In short order, she came to a thunderous climax - and her male side wanted to vomit as the orgasm took her. Leisurely, temporarily sated, Stevi began to dress. Sam, still bemused, stood. "Wow, that was..." he began - the gasped. His body writhed, and in the space of a second, had become something new. The pumps now enclosed small, feminine feet. The black nylons clung to sexy, smooth legs, disappearing under the short skirt that clung to a sexy ass, and hid a hot wet cunt. The blouse was strained almost to the breaking point by enormous, GGG-cup breasts, the huge nipple indenting the fabric. Sam's new, sexy/innocent face twisted in shock - the new look slowly came over it. "I... I'm horny." She said in shock and horror. "Yeah, me too" Stevi said sympathetically. "And now, you can't satisfy me, and I can't satisfy you. Come on - we gotta get into town and find some men to fuck." And helplessly, the two new nymphomaniacs, on large breasted, the other huge breasted, climbed back into the Pinto and headed for town. * * Becky, a somewhat well endowed blonde - but, had she met either Sam or Steve, she would have felt inadequate - wandered down the hallway, looking around. She was dressed in a rather mild version of a 'hooker' costume - A corset, opaque bra, nylons, high-heels, and a really short skirt, all in white aside from the black nylons. Picking a door at random, she opened it - and was happy to see light spilling out. A guy, dressed up like Spock, was standing behind a pool table. "Oh, great, I found one!" Becky said, coming into the room. "Come on - it's past midnight, and we're all meeting in the living room." Ted just smiled at her wickedly. She looked at him, wondering what the odd smile was for. Then her eyes widened as his pants began to bulge. The fabric grew tighter and tighter over the crotch, straining mightily. Already the bulge was larger than Becky - who had quite a bit of experience in these matters - had ever seen. Then the over-strained fabric burst apart, and a massive, thick cock, two feet long, shot out. "Oh my god!" Becky squealed, never having seen anything so huge. "It's enormous." "Yes, it is." Ted said. His voice was deep and rumbling - and hypnotic. "Suck it, bitch." Becky gaped, outraged - but strangely enticed. She shook her head, trying to clear it. "Look, don't call me... I can't..." she stammered, feeling fuzzy and confused. "I said SUCK IT, YOU FUCKING SLUT-BITCH!" Ted commanded - and helplessly, Becky found herself dropping to her knees in front of him. She struggled to fight the sudden, overwhelming need - but couldn't. Helplessly, she took as much of the massive tool into her mouth as she could - which was barely any of it. Helplessly, her hands encircled the huge, throbbing cock as best they could, and she began jacking him off. Ted laughed evil as she helplessly gave him a blowjob - then came, shooting a thick, seemingly endless stream of cum down her throat. She was helpless to pull away as what seemed to be gallons of it filled her stomach. Finally, the last of it spurted out, and she was freed from the obedience. With a horrified scream at what had just happened, she turned and fled. Her head whirled, and her body tingled as she ran, the demon cum in her stomach doing odd things to her, making her feel like she was drugged or drunk as she ran away from the room where Ted stood, laughing. * * Roger looked around after climbing the stairs to the second floor, slowly walking down the hall. Suddenly, behind one of the doors, he heard a sound, not quite loud enough to identify. Smiling, he opened the door and stepped inside, already looking forward to the free booze he'd win. Then his jaw dropped at the sight of two sexy women 69ing on the floor in front of a large wooden mirror with a strange, rippling surface. "Holy shit..." Roger whispered, cock hardening. With a smile, he quickly stripped off his football outfit, and approached the two, seemingly identical except for hair color, woman. They were to busy with each other to notice his entrance, only now looking up as he said loudly "Hey, how about a threesome?" The two women seemed to be stunned and dazed as they looked around. Suddenly, the dark haired one noticed the mirror. "Hey! It's back!" she said, standing. The blonde did the same, and the dark- haired one started to step towards the mirror. "HEY!" Roger said, miffed, and reached out to grab her. Instead, he knocked all three of them into the mirror... ...and out the other side. Roger looked around - and screamed. The two gorgeous girls had become exact clones of him, except for the hair color. And he'd become a freakish caricature of a woman. His hair was huge and long and blonde, His lips were too full, almost freakish. His waist ridiculously thin above impossibly full hips. And he had tits roughly the size of Montana. The two men stared at the new woman, lust twisting their features. Stunned, she had dropped to her knees, hands questing for a manhood that wasn't there, and the two men began jacking off frantically to the sight of her feeling up first her crotch, then her enormous, round tits. The two men came at the same time, thick sprays of hot cum gushing out - and all over her huge tits. The instant the warm, thick liquid made contact, her back arched and she cried out as she orgasmed, a wave of pleasure stronger than any she'd ever felt. Helplessly, she began massaging the warm, salty liquid into her huge globes, moaning in pleasure at the ecstasy it created. * * Gasping for breath after her horrified run through the dino-infested movie, Matt finally managed to achieve the goal she'd been aiming for - reaching the screen. At first, it had seemed like a simple goal. The problem was, every time the scene shifted, she'd been put in a new spot, always away from the screen. The other characters had close-ups - but she didn't, so the screen never got close enough for her to get there before the screen cut away. But now the movie was over, and the credits were rolling, giving her time to close on the screen. Frantically, she threw herself at it - and emerged on the other side, still a Madonna clone, but full size, and out of danger. She sighed in relief - then her heart almost stopped when the door burst open, and a scantily clad blonde burst through. She was crying, and seemed dazed. "Who, hold on, what's wrong?" Matt asked, concerned, and Becky looked up. "I... he... and then..." she stammered. "Hey, slow down." Matt said. "Tell me what happened." With those words, Becky looked confused and worried - then, she slowly straightened up, a sly smile curling her lips as her eyes began to glow red. "You want to know what happened?" she asked in a strangely resonate voice. Her hands went to the front of her bra and unclasped it, revealing large, firm breasts. She then slowly undid her skirt and let it drop, revealing white cotton briefs. Confused, Matt merely stood there as Becky approached and undid the golden corset and let it fall away, revealing Madonna's slim body. Becky embraced Matt, their tits pressing against each other as their lips met. Becky gentle moved Matt back against a wall and pressed her crotch tightly against Matt's... ...and then an enormous penis burst through her briefs and into Matt's cunt. Matt cried out in a mix of horror, pain and ecstasy. Becky laughed, and began to powerfully fuck the Madonna clone, her massive cock thrusting deep into her hot, wet cunt. Moments later, Ted entered the room, his own massive cock bobbing in front of him. Seeing that Becky had just finished, he smiled. "You get the blowjob this time." He said, chuckling evilly. "I'm going to tit fuck this bitch...." * * Jeanette angrily climbed the stairs, wondering where the hell Steve had gotten to. She took a brief look into the living room and, not finding him there, climbed up the stairs to the second floor, and opened the door to the first room she came to. In the center of the room was a four-poster bed, it's gauzy curtains closed. Seeing a shadows of a figure on the bed, Jeanette walked angrily over and tore open the curtains. "Steve, you bas.... ah. ah, ah... ahhh" Jeanette said, her angry voice dying to choking exhalations as she stared at the figure. It was a humanoid dragon, with dark green scaly skin, huge, scaled tits, a long snout, and horns sticking up from the top of it's head. A long, two-tipped tail was wrapped around it's immensely powerful legs, and a long, reptilian tongue slither in and out of it's snout as it eyed Jeanette. Horrified, Jeanette turned to run - and the tail lashed out, wrapped around her waist, and drew her in. * * Josh stared in awe at the sight, heart pounding. It was an AC Cobra. It was fire engine red, with two racing stripes. It was his dream car. Deciding his party guests could go to hell, he raised the garage door, slid behind the wheel of the Cobra, and brought the massive 427 cu. in. Engine to life. With a blissful smile, he drove off, not even noticing the tingling sensation that seamed to be coming through the seat... * * EPILOGUES - ONE MONTH LATER Tom walked wearily down the side of the road, one hand occasionally coming up to stick out a thumb as a car hurtled past. A deep rumble caused Tom to look up, seeing a customized bus pulling to a stop. The sign in the front read 'The Booby Trap Traveling Erotic Dancer Revue.' To Tom's surprise, the door opened, and he looked in side - and his jaw dropped at the sight of a dozen gorgeous women, each one sexier than the last, and all of them fantastically endowed. A huge breasted blonde with glass smiled down at him. "Hey, need a lift pal?" Wordlessly, Tom nodded. He found his voice. "You sure it's alright?" The blonde traded looks with a brunette in a sexy red leather outfit, then smiled. "Yeah. There's always room for one more addition to our little show." Wondering what the hell THAT meant, Tom boarded the bus... and was never seen again. But The Booby Trap has a new dancer name Tommi... * * "...aaannddd... CUT!" The director yelled. This was always the toughest part - Maggie Mountains never wanted to stop at the end of the shoot. The cum-crazed blonde with her unreal figure and massive tits was simply insatiable. But that was fine. It was a trade secret that the way her 'co-star' could keep up with her sex drive was the fact that there was TWO of him - exact twins, ever since the one had dyed his hair dark to match the other. By switching between them, they made porno history with a serious of tapes featuring the industry's horniest slut, and the only man who could keep up with her... * * "Wow - hell of a place. And the price is good too!" Mike said enthusiastically, his arm around the waist of his lovely new bride as he looked over the bungalow. Matti, the Realtor, smiled. Aside from her enormous bust line, she bore an eerie resemblance to Madonna. "Yeah." She agreed, "And secure, too." To demonstrate, she locked the two, newly installed heavy dead-bolts on the front door. Then, to the new couples amazement, she undid her blouse and took of her bra, exposing her huge, round tits. "What the hell?" Mike began to demand - then his jaw dropped. Because Matti's nipples were swelling out into massive, thick cocks. In an eerily resonant voice, she said, "Come, suck - join our family." Helplessly, the couple obeyed, each taking a huge nipple/cock in their mouth. Elsewhere in the subdivision, the two other members of the Real Estate Office, one male, the other female, where also showing new houses - and gaining new initiates... * * "Something wrong, Doctor?" Dr. Smith turned, frowning. "Yes. I seem to have misplaced another of our teaching aids. It's a whole shipment of human livers this time. I swear, I'm getting senile!" Jeanette smiled somewhat dreamily - the way she seemed to do everything lately, Doctor Smith noted. Still, she was a hell of a hard worker. Besides, he must be getting senile - he could swear her bust looked bigger every time he saw her. "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll turn up." She said, again dreamily, and the doctor nodded curtly and swept out. Dreamily, Jeannette waited until he was gone. "I'm sorry doctor. But Mistress Rei needs her dinner." And her tail slid out from under her skirt, firmly grasping the large, pink dildo. As she used her hands to fondle her swelling tits, Jeanette used her tail to drive the dildo deep inside her cunt... * * Paul sat in his brand-new mustang, waiting impatiently for the light to change, when he heard a powerful engine pull up beside him. Smiling at the thought of a drag race, he turned his head... ...and stared wordlessly at the Unbelievably sexy red-headed woman with the fabulous tits, sitting in a candy-apple red AC Cobra. Paul forced himself to start thinking again, and put a smile on his lips. "Hey, babe, what say you and me go out some time?" he asked, leering. She seemed almost regretful when she spoke. "I really can't do that." Then the light changed, and the car sped away. Paul blinked and shook his head. He had to get his eyes checked or something. As the Cobra had pulled away, he could have sworn that the gorgeous woman only existed from the waist up - below that, she melded seamlessly with the white leather seat... FINIS