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Mansion On The Hill (M.O.T.H.) #1: I Dare Ya
By Andrea Walker
Copyright 1998
7/14/98
"That takes care of that," I said dropping my knapsack beside the couch.
"Greg, I think you've proven your point, no dare too big and all that. I didn't
think you'd take that one."
"What, you actually believe that old place is haunted or cursed or whatever
Steve?"
"I still think it is," My girlfriend Anne cut in. "That place was creepy."
"Definitely," June added.
"It's just some old house, guys, c'mon."
"I heard it used to be a brothel. That would explain some of stuff in there."
"Yeah, that's possible Rob. So, we got our souvenirs to prove we did it. Now
what?"
"It's almost 3 am, I'm going to bed. Coming, Greg?"
"I hope so. G'nite folks..."
Steve and June headed downstairs to his room, and Rob started making space to
pull out the couch.
"So," I asked Anne as I threw my shirt on the 'dirtier' side of my laundry pile,
"what'dya grab?"
"You first."
I dumped my knapsack out on the bed.
"Cute," she commented as she separated the garments. "But I didn't think green
was your colour." She laid the shiny satin panties below the matching bustier.
With a laugh I grabbed the bra and held it up in front of me. "Happy Birthday,
Mr. President.." I sang in imitation of Marilyn. Anne arched an eyebrow and
smiled.
"I bet that would fit you."
"Yeah, right," I replied tossing it back on the bed. She picked it up and did a
quick search.
"What size is your jacket?"
"Huh? I take a 38, why?"
"This is a 36, but I bet it will."
"C'mon, Anne, lay off on that, would you?"
"Greg, I DARE you to put it on."
"Ohhhh maaaan," I groaned. She had to use those words. "Hand it over," I sighed.
"Turn around." I did so, and she slipped the straps over my arms and up to my
shoulders, quickly fastening the ten hooks behind me. I looked down to see how
bad it looked.
It was more than a little snug and the short, heavy stays cut into me cruelly.
And I came no where near filling out the cups. "Christ, what size was this
woman?"
"The tag said 36EE."
"Wow, I bet she was somethin' to see."
"Probably."
She started stroking my fly with her left hand, the right moving over the snug
fabric. I stood up and turned around undoing my belt, and she beat me to the
button and zipper. My pants puddled around my ankles, she quickly yanked my
boxers down and went to work on me with soft kisses up and down my length.
Without warning, she plunged her mouth down on me while teasing me with her
tongue. I felt my knees begin to shake a minute later, and she stopped just as
quickly as she'd begun. I almost fell over trying to step out of my clothes, but
her hand was quickly there hooking my pants and shorts off my foot. It wasn't
until she'd guided my left foot that I realized what she was doing.
"Hey, c'mon..."
"Do I have to say it?"
I felt the cool satin being slid up my legs and into place. It was weird,
feeling that smooth fabric snug around my hips and ass, and tight where my cock
was straining against the front panel. Before I could say another word, Anne
pushed me back onto the bed, and took over.
Lying there in the afterglow of orgasm, I first noticed it. My cock wasn't it's
earlier hard self, but the panties weren't as constrictive. At least, not as
much as I had thought they would be. I began to feel kind of dizzy, and nudged
Anne's almost-sleeping form.
"Hmmm?" She snuggled closer.
"Anne. I feel weird. Like a fever or something."
She felt my forehead. "You feel a little cool. And you need a haircut."
Haircut? I'd had one the week before. Running my hands over my head, I realized
she was right. I was about to say something when my body was wracked by muscle
spasms, like having a whole-body charley horse. Anne sat up, pushing down on my
breastbone.
"Greg!"
"I'm. Oh. God." I saw concern and worry on her face. "Not. Pain. Full." I
stuttered and gasped.
As I lay there I felt my body do more than convulse. My hips spread, broadened;
but the worst was my chest. I could see and feel that. My nipples felt like they
had hard-ons of their own, and as I twitched around I could feel them growing.
All too soon, there was motion on my chest; my hair was in my eyes. I started to
moan. The last thing I'd seen was the strangest look on Anne's face.
I lay still, finally, and I realized her hand was still on my chest. She slid it
softly to the right, and I could feel that my fear had come to be. Her fingers
traced their way over the full, round breast that filled the bra, grazing my
nipple. I had another whole-body shiver, but this time it was different. It went
out like a shockwave from my breast, arcing through my body like a live wire
only to ground between my legs. A hot flush spread over me as my crotch
throbbed, begging for release. Unable to resist, I just laid there as she
continued caressing my body until the electric feel of my skin was almost too
much to take.
"Looks like what I grabbed was a good thing," she whispered in my ear. Laying
there at the edge of ecstasy, I couldn't do anything. I felt her movements as
she shifted around on the bed. Whenever I tried to speak she pinched a nipple,
sending me back into the erotic sea I floated on. I wanted to know just what
she'd brought back, badly. Soon she began playing with both of my (MY???)
breasts again, and I didn't resist when she slid my panties off. She switched to
playing with a nipple and rubbing her hand over my throbbing crotch, until I was
almost begging for release.
The pressure increased between my legs, as I realized she was back to playing
with both of my breasts again, kissing my stiff nipples through the emerald
green satin. She looked into my eyes for a moment, and then kissed me hard. As
her tongue slid between my lips, I felt her thrust her hips, and the universe
exploded.
At the time, I didn't care what had happened. All I knew was that Anne was
thrusting harder and harder, and she made me feel incredible. I lost track of
how many orgasms wracked my body as she kept making me full, plunging deeply
into my body. When she came, she cried out, ramming into me until our pelvic
bones met. I lost track of everything again as I came, moaning and clawing at
her back.
I felt her slid out and immediately wanted, no, needed her back. Feeling my way
down her body, I suddenly sat up as my hand reached something familiar. Flipping
on the light, I looked back at her.
"Anne... what the..."
"Hmm? Of, I found this strap on. Neat huh?"
I stared at it. "Strap on? Where are the straps?"
"What? They're..." She ran her hands around her hips.
"Greg, what's happened to us?"
"I dunno..." I finally managed to tear my eyes away from her and get up.
The mirror confirmed my fears. I was shorter than before, maybe 5'6", but the
body in the mirror was straight out of a teen boys' fantasy. I should know, I'd
had my share of them. Blonde hair flowed over my shoulders to halfway down my
back, framing an innocent-but-naughty face. My eyes had changed from brown to a
sparkling green that matched my bra. I ran my small, delicate hands over my
breasts. They were huge! I already felt my back starting to ache with the weight
of them. Down past a narrow waist my hips flared, tapering into gorgeous legs
with small feet. My toenails (and my fingernails, I saw) were a similar shade of
green, though my lips were a soft reddish colour.
As I stood staring at the woman who had replaced my reflection, Anne stepped up
behind me. She reached around and cupped my breasts, pulling me back against her
own. I began moaning again, unable to help myself, until I could feel something
hard pressing against my ass. It took a lot of effort, but I managed to pull
away from her and turn around. I couldn't help myself, as I stared at her my
mouth began to water. She was still Anne, but a cock that must have been ten
inches long jutted up from between her legs. I looked to her face, and she was
staring down at it. As we watched, the head began to take on a purplish tone.
She looked from it to me.
"What...?"
I couldn't hold back any longer. I fell to my knees before her and ran my hands
and tongue up and down it's amazing length. My mirror image did the same. The
gleam in my reflection's eyes was nothing but lust. I tried to wrap my hand
around it, but ended up needing both hands to surround it's girth. A shiny drop
of pre-come glistened in the lamplight. I was no longer in control as I pulled
it to my lips and licked the drop away. Anne groaned and pushed forward,
catching me a little off guard, and sliding the head past my lips. That finished
any resistance I had against my traitorous body as the desire to take her deep
into my throat took over.
I was screaming into a pillow, Anne squeezing my tits as she pounded mercilessly
into my stretched pussy from behind, when I heard a scream from the living room.
Anne pulled out and bounced off the bed. Before I could react, she was pulling
on her robe and tossing me my panties.
"Better put these on, I'll be right back." She closed the robe around herself,
keeping her hands in the pockets of it to hide the huge organ that had traded
places with her womanhood. I slid my robe on over my changed body and stood by
the door, trying to hear what was going on, trying not to think about what had
happened to us.
A soft knock, "Greg, I think it's safe for you to come out here." The door
opened. "We have a problem."
"I know that, you want everyone to see me like this?"
"Ours aren't the only problems. Come on." She took me by the hand and led me
down the hall.
My jaw dropped as I walked into the living room. Rob's couch was still folded
out, but sitting in the center of it with the sheets wrapped around her was a
woman I'd never seen before. Her frightened blue eyes told me this was probably
Rob, but the glossy black hair falling to her waist was nothing like Rob's own
short-cut dirty blonde.
"Rob?"
"Greg?"
"What happened to you, man..."
"ME? Have you looked at yourself?"
I sat on the end of the bed. "Yeah. What did it to you?"
He pulled a magazine out from beneath the pillow. I saw immediately, he
resembled the woman on the cover. I took hold of the sheet and pulled it away
slowly. It was phenomenal, he was like her in every detail, and even his usual
T-shirt and shorts had changed into a leather bra and panty set. A matching
garter belt was connected to the tops of his still-covered stockings.
"Wow. This is incredible. Anne, maybe we'd better check..."
"Yeah." She headed down the stairs to the basement, where Steve and June slept.
Rob and I kept staring in shock at each other.
"What did it to you?"
I stood and removed my robe. It was too long anyway, and I was almost tripping
over it.
"Incredible," he sighed, reaching out and running red painted nails over my bra.
Another electric shudder raced through me as I leaned into his touch.
"Maybe I'd better get a bucket of cold water," Anne quipped as she climbed into
view. "They're on the way up," she added. Rob withdrew his (her?) hand quickly
and flushed with embarrassment.
Rob and I watched as June came up the stairs. Her lips were crimson red, and she
appeared to have changed beneath the robe she wore, but subtly. Her previously
slightly-heavy figure at been redefined, she seemed a little taller, maybe a
little thinner, but just as well endowed as she had been. Possibly more so.
I pretty much expected it, but it was still a shock when I saw the figure behind
her. Lithe yet muscular, there were no mistaking Steve's emotions as the slim
woman stepped fully into view. I couldn't guess at his figure beneath the
oversized robe.
An awkward silence settled in for a few minutes as we kept looking from one to
the other. Realizing I was the only one not wearing something more covering, I
reached for my robe only to find that Rob had already slipped it on as he'd
climbed out of bed.
Anne finally spoke up. "I'm going to go put on some coffee." Well, someone had
to do it.
Rob was trying to lift the bed, to fold it back up. I stooped to help him,
feeling the strange weight of my breasts pulling down. By the time Anne got
back, we'd all taken to our usual places and silence prevailed again.
"I knew that place was cursed or something," Steve sulked from his recliner.
"I guess you're right, it must have been. For what it's worth, I'm sorry I
didn't believe you, man."
"What did it to you?"
"Okay, everyone. I'll start." I stood and turned a circle. "Anne ended up
getting me into this get-up that I found there. Next thing I know... voila.
Rob?"
Rob stood up, wobbling slightly in his high heels. "I, ah, found this magazine.
I fell asleep with it under the pillow, now I'm the centerfold."
June looked at the two of us, then at Steve. "I found this lipstick. It was the
perfect colour, must have been discontinued years ago. I had to have it, and
before bed, I had to see what it looked like on me. And I didn't think Steve
would mind a few lipstick prints." She blushed. Steve had sat through all of
this, the look in his eyes like the eyes of a rabbit I once ran over as it was
caught in my lights. "I, ah, I had this gym membership card. I forget the name.
'Finest gymnastic facility in the world', it said. I grabbed it 'cause thought I
recognized the name on it.
"But what about you, Anne?" June looked over at her. "You didn't change."
"Oh, but I did. Trust me."
"How are we gonna change back? I can't live like this, I..." Steve's voice cut
off as Anne dropped her robe. I glanced around the room and saw the same look
three places. It was the same look I noticed on my face when Anne had turned me
around and I saw her fully.
"That can't be real," June said reaching for it.
"It wasn't, to start with." Anne's voice caught as June's nails lightly scraped
her balls. Rob was almost visibly drooling as he moved in for a closer look.
Steve watched, fascinated, and then crossed the room for a better view of his
own. I stepped in behind Anne, and began playing with her breasts, as she'd down
with mine. She leaned against me as three hands caressed and stroked her
swelling member. I don't know whose it was, but someone's hand strayed back
between her legs and began caressing the crotch of my panties. My lust was
released again as Anne and I moaned together.
Before long, I knew, we'd be taking turns riding the only cock in the room. I
just hoped Anne was still 'up' to the challenge by the time it was my turn
again.
The end
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