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The Amulet by Citizen Raven
- BORING DISCLAIMER -
This story, in its whole, contains graphic sex acts. Do not read this
story if you are easily offended by such material. This is an original
work, and may be shared or distributed on any website as long as no toll,
fee or cost is charged for viewing it. The author of this story can be
reached at: [email protected]
Sit back and enjoy the show, folks.
- END BORING DISCLAIMER -
- Chapter 1 - DISCOVERY -
Doug stood next to his car, a junker Oldsmobile from the mid nineties,
and double checked the advertisement in the newspaper. "Seeking desk
attendant/salesperson. Lark's Antiques, between Midland and Odessa on I-
20, ask for Chris." Same address, but Doug was fairly sure he was looking
for an antique shop, not an antique of a shop. He made his way up the
creaky wooden steps. The paint on the door that wasn't peeling off was a
sunwashed blue, and the windows seemed like they hadn't been cleaned
since the bicentennial. The seedy wooden sign above the door bore a "Ye
Olde" style lettering of the Lark's name, so this had to be the place.
As Doug opened the door, a rustic bell clanged to announce his arrival.
The inside of the shop was as dated as the outside. Antique furniture
lined the entrance area on either side, and dirty glass display cases
housed miniature teasets, watches and various ceramic figurines. A film
noir style door in the back of the room stood a crack open, and carried
bold, black letters reading "Office". Next to the door, a desk with a
cash register and trays for incoming and outgoing mail. An obese man with
greasy skin and hair was reading a Lowrider magazine, too busy looking at
the pictures of machines he'd like to get into, and the cars they were
posing in front of, to notice Doug.
"Are you Chris?" he asked apprehensively. The man didn't even take his
eyes off of the magazine to shake his head no. He did not speak. A sound
of shattering ceramic could be heard in the next room over.
"Be right there!" a young woman's voice came through the office door. A
sound of cardboard shuffling against hardwood floor came before the door
jerked open and through it stepped the most beautiful Latina Doug had
ever laid eyes on. Lightly tanned skin, straight brown hair and eyes and
a supermodel's figure, complete with perfectly sized breasts, which he
nearly had to kick himself to get his eyes off of. She caught his gaze
and smirked, stepping forward to offer a handshake.
"I'm Chris," she said, as if to bring his attention back where it
belonged. "You applying for the desk job?"
"Uh, yeah," he forced. His eyes darted back to her breasts and up to her
eyes several times. "Yeah, the job," he repeated. The fat guy with the
Lowrider gazed for half a second at the scene before going back to his
magazine with a shake of his head.
Chris crossed her arms across her chest, pressing those perfect breasts
even closer together, and tapped her foot, just looking at Doug with a
smug grin. "You ready for your interview?"
"Yeah, I guess," he answered, flustered.
"When can you start?"
Doug nearly fell over from shock, but managed to keep his feet.
"Whenever," he answered.
Chris turned to the man behind the desk, and started shouting. "Okay,
lardass, get the fuck out of my shop. You've been replaced!"
She shoved her finger at the door to emphasize her point, and he slowly
stood up and shuffled toward it, straining to lift his fat arm and flip
her off before shuffling out. Chris turned to me and emphatically shook
my hand. "Welcome aboard, Mr...?" She paused and her shake slowed.
"Doug Chambers, Ma'am," he answered.
"Doug, then. And please, call me Chris." She smiled to him. "I'm not too
formal here, as you can tell," she said, indicating the dirty glass
display cases and the disorganized shelves. Doug could tell that she was
going to be keeping him busy.
And busy he was. Doug spent the first two days of his new job cleaning
those display cases and every last pot, chair and lamp in that store. He
reeked of Windex and Pledge. He had just finished polishing a very
Victorian dresser when the phone rang. Chris had stepped out, so it fell
on Doug to answer it.
"Lark's Antiques," he chimed into the reciever, putting the last touches
on the display case that the phone sat on.
The voice that greeted him was very raspy and dusty, almost as old as
some of the things I was selling. "Greetings," the old man offered. "I
have an item you may be interested in. A necklace, early Mayan."
Mayan, Doug thought. Interesting, but this had to be a joke. "Something
that old belongs in a museum, Sir," he told him. "And they could probably
pay better than we could."
"I'm not interested in money, young man. I just happen to know that Chris
is interested in such rarities as this."
Too good to be true. Lark's was getting a necklace literally older than
dirt, and he wouldn't have to pay a penny for it. "Sure," Doug answered.
"Bring it over. I'm sure that Chris will be thrilled. What can I say your
name is?"
"I'd rather you didn't, actually. Just a mutual lover of antiques and
historical treasures."
The man came by within the hour, truly as old as he sounded. It looked
like he was being held together with spit and wrinkles. But he had the
necklace, as promised. It was in a slender turquoise box, and was made of
light stone of the same color. The stone formed little beads that
increased in size towards the front middle, and in the front of the
necklace was a perfectly round amulet, intricately carved with a tribal-
looking image of the sun. Chris wasn't going to be thrilled, she was
going to be ecstatic.
Doug thanked the man and hurried back into the shop, placing the box on
top of the frontmost display case with the lid open, where she was sure
to see it when she first came into the shop, and then went to clean and
arrange the office.
Chris was a mess when she entered, but one look at the necklace and the
amulet that hung from it was enough to wipe all the crap from her slate.
"My God, Doug, where did you get this?" she asked.
He entered the front room with a smile. "A donation from, quote, 'a
mutual lover of antiques and historical treasures'. The guy said he knew
you'd like it." He watched as she draped it around her neck and posed, as
if for a photo shoot. He applauded her, saying, "Nice. Very nice," with
each pose.
She laughed when the posing got too embarassing. "I gotta pee, and then
I'll help you with the cleaning." He nodded, and she walked toward the
bathroom and closed the door. He had barely gotten to one shelf against
the wall when he heard her yelling from the bathroom. "What the fuck?!"
He set down the lamp he was about to place. "Chris? Are you okay?"
A frantic whimper and a flush, and Chris came storming out of the
bathroom. "I'm fine... I just need to go... Now. Lock up when you're
done!" She was gone without another word. Doug went into the bathroom,
curious, and found the stone necklace and amulet resting on the back of
the toilet.
The rest of the cleaning went by without any other interesting
interruptions. Doug didn't feel safe keeping the amulet at the shop, with
only a marginally effective security system, so he boxed it up and took
it home with him. He locked the door and climbed into his Oldsmobile,
setting the box in the passenger seat. It rested there as he drove home,
wondering what could have made Chris so frantic.
- Chapter 2 - EXPERIMENT -
Doug arrived home some time later and crashed. He couldn't remember being
so exhausted from doing so little. The light blue box that housed the
ancient amulet rested on his bedside table while slept. He hadn't been
sleeping for more than an hour when a loud thump woke him up. He rose
from his bed with a shot and looked around frantically, only to discover
it was a false alarm. The tump had been the box falling to the floor. The
necklace was made of a stone tougher than anything he'd seen. He could
probably have struck it repeatedly with a hammer without causing it harm.
It was probably just his dog getting curious, and then running away,
afraid of getting in trouble for knocking it over.
He picked up the box, and as he did, was filled with a sudden
overwhelming desire to open it. He obeyed his desire, and gazed for quite
some time at the plain stone necklace. His heart nudged him again, to
touch it. He traced his finger lightly around the engraved sun. The stone
was smooth and uniform all the way around each bead and the perfectly
shaped amulet.
He thought he was going crazy when he felt an even more powerful urge
coming over him. As if the necklace itself were calling to him, asking
him to put it on. He felt silly as soon as he considered it, but then
wondered what he would look like with the perfect necklace around his
neck. It looked perfect on Chris, but then, she would look perfect in
dirty rags. Overwhelming curiosity drove him to remove the necklace from
its box and drape it slowly around his neck, and as soon as the stone
touched his neck, a soothing shiver ran up his spine and through each of
his limbs. He felt absolutely wonderful, and wondered how he looked.
He got up and walked toward his bathroom, but even as he stood, he felt
different. He felt odd, as if his feet no longer supported him in the
same way, as if his entire body were not his own. He discovered why as
soon as he flipped on the bathroom light and saw his reflection in the
large picture mirror. He was not himself.
Staring him in the face, with the same look of confusion and
bewilderment, was a twenty-ish brunette, petit and cute as a tit. She had
a very natural beauty, fair skin and light green eyes, straight hair that
fell to just past her shoulders. Doug looked down at himself to find the
body was now his. Following the motions any other guy would take if they
suddenly found themselves in a woman's shoes, literally, he slowly pulled
off his shirt. Doug wore oversized shirts as habit, but even so, he found
his current apparrel to be rediculously large. His shirt could have
easily been a bedsheet for his current shape and size.
Underneath his shirt and totally free were a pair of gorgeous little
breasts, B-cup at best, nipples standing on end. Doug was at a loss for
words or action. This must be why Chris had taken off the amulet so
suddenly. It had changed her, like it changed him. If he had been a
latina as good-looking as Chris, and suddenly turned into what he was
now, he would have freaked out, too.
Following curiosity again, he sat down on the toilet and ran a hand down
to his crotch, feeling around for his familiar equipment, only to find it
too had been taken by the amulet. In spite of the lack of flesh there,
his stomach gave a great lurch as he felt through his pants. He slowly
removed his pants and his briefs to find between his legs the one thing
that he craved to get, though he never expected to find it there.
A pussy. And a good-looking pussy, too. It was very neatly trimmed, and
the lips seemed to pout out at him sexily. He nudged the pouting flesh
with his finger, and a shot of electricity ran through his body. His
breath picking up, he touched it again, and the result was the same. Each
time he brought his finger against that sensitive little nub hidden by a
simple fold of flesh, he grew more and more aroused, and the air chilled
his sex as it grew wetter and wetter.
"I gotta ask Chris how this thing works," he said to himself, making a
mental note. Sure, he could just keep rubbing at it and rubbing at it,
but it would take forever to get an orgasm that way, and forever was a
length of time he didn't have. He stood up and, keeping his eye on the
mirror, slowly removed the necklace. The change was almost instantaneous.
Those little breasts seemed to absorb into his body like a snowball
melting on a hot sidewalk, and, like magic, his cock emerged from that
empty space between his legs, hard as a rock.
Doug spent the next few minutes relieving himself.
- Chapter 3 - REVELATION -
Chris had had an awful day so far, and Paul, the man she fired a week
ago, wasn't making it easier for her. Resting on her desk was a notice
from the county clerks' office telling her that she had to appear in
court to argue a case for wrongful termination. Wrongful termination? He
was a lousy employee, a drain of money and resources, and she had plenty
of records to prove it. Sue-happy California was beginning to get to her.
She needed an out. Paul was not a threat, but a headache.
Besides the suit against her, there was also a lack of customers to deal
with, along with an overstock and a raise in utility costs. Doug had been
a blessing to Lark's, but with everything piled up at once, she was
actually considering closing the shop.
With all this on her mind, she sat at her desk and wept.
It was just after noon when the familiar bell chimed to let her know that
someone had enteed the shop. "It's me, Chris," Doug called, and she
nodded as if he could see her. She didn't have the energy for much else.
He walked into her office with an impish grin, and that turquiose box
tucked uner his arm. He had told her a couple of days ago that he didn't
trust it here, until they upgraded their security system, and she seemed
to be okay with that. But this was the day that he was going to reveal
what they both knew now, that the amulet had changed them both into that
tiny-breasted, fair-skinned brunette that Doug saw in his mirror. She was
taken a bit back at his calm entrance; he had never came into her office
like this, and his grin didn't help his case much.
"I know why you left in such a hurry the other day, Chris, and it's
okay."
Chris was speechless, and her usual light tanned skin had turned a shade
of crimson that would make a cherry jealous. "Y-you know?" was all that
she could get out, to which he gave a gentle nod and a warm smile. "How?"
she asked.
"Because it did the same thing to me."
Chris sank, and shook her head. "We can't be talking about the same
thing," she challenged. He took the necklace out of the box and draped it
over his head, letting it fall to the base of his neck. His
transformation was almost instant, though very subtle. His hair grew
longer and straighter, and his skin became much fairer. His torso managed
a slight hourglass curve, and those little breasts pressed out from his
shirt, little nipples standing at attention.
Doug opened his eyes to Chris, and watched as she gazed at him with awe
and wonder. She stood up and slowly strode around her desk to stand
before him, staring deep into his eyes as if seeing whether the beautiful
petit girl who stood in front of her was really Doug. She traced her
fingers over the engraved sun on the amulet, and smiled to him. "You're
beautiful," she said, and Doug sported a blush to match hers just moments
ago.
Doug felt his heart, and his pussy, warm to her compliment, but was shot
down by her next statement. "The amulet didn't change me like this."
"How-" Doug started, but was silenced quickly by a finger on his lips.
"I'll show you someday," she replied. "But for now..." Chris leaned
forward and planted a kiss on Doug so fiercely and passionately that Doug
was nearly driven to his knees. Doug responded with heavy kisses of his
own, and soon they were both locked in the throes of passion. Each touch,
each kiss and each lick and nibble threatened Doug in a way he never knew
he could be threatened, and he loved it so. His insides lurched at the
way Chris caressed his body, traced over his breasts through his shirt,
it was too much for him.
Chris fell to her knees, kissing and nibbling all the way, and slowly
undid Doug's pants and pulled down his briefs to expose one of the most
beautiful little pussies she had ever laid eyes on, perfectly trimmed and
lips pouting so cutely at her. She placed several little kisses along the
lips and one extra long teasing lick at her clit. A pulse shot through
Dougs body and he moaned in pleasure, his hands running lightly through
her hair. Another pulse shot through him as Chris latched onto the
sensitive little clit he was sporting and suckled on it teasingly. Doug
did his best to keep from falling, but had to lay down lest his legs give
out.
Chris's fingers slid expertly into Doug's new slit; she'd had one of her
own her whole life. She traveled back up his body as her fingers did the
walking, lifting his shirt and tracing new kisses upward, lingering at
his perfect little breasts, licking around each nipple to get an
extremely pleasured moan from him. He squirmed, absolutley writhed,
underneath her expert touch. She smirked to him and asked, "Do you like
this, Doug?" She didn't need to see his frantic nod to know the answer.
The room was filled with the sound of his moans and his heavy breathing.
He whimpered loudly as those wonderful fingers slipped out of his hungry
cunt and walked teasingly up his body, tracing over his mouth.
Doug ravenously licked them clean, and looked up to Chris, whose hungry
smile told him everything he needed to hear. Before he knew it, her
clothes were off and she was on top of him, grinding her own pussy
against his thigh, kissing him passionately and moaning into his mouth.
He responded by grinding his cunt against her body and returning the
moaning kiss. Soon, they were scissored together, each one riding the
other for all they could get. Sensuous moans filled the room and climbed
on as they both neared their orgasms. Doug, being the less experienced in
the ways of sex, came first, but came short. His body tensed up and he
let out a shriek as their kiss was broken. "Cum for me babe," Chris
encouraged him as she rode him, nipping at his neck.
It wasn't long before Chris reached her climax as well. She thrashed on
him as it approached, and let loose with an ear-splitting cry, clutching
Doug in her arms, still grinding his thigh as she started to cum. The
fireworks lasted for quite awhile, and the two just lay there catching
their breath.
Doug was startled as he learned his first chilling detail of his new
anatomy from Chris. "I came... twice," she said between heavy breaths
before kissing his cheek.
- EPILOGUE -
Doug rarely took off the necklace after that encounter. He found his
female form to be so much more free in so many ways. Chris, in fact, gave
him a more permanent position and a pay raise if he promised to keep it
on during work hours.
Lark's Antiques is a truly unique shop, just a dot on Interstate 20
between Midland and Odessa, Texas. But if you ever get a chance, and are
interested in antiques, stop by. Their prices are reasonable and their
two-person staff are willing. However, if you are the usual antique
shopper, you may wish to avoid the little shop between noon and 2:00 pm.
Almost every day on those hours, Doug gets his lessons on the female
anatomy he now owns, and most of them end up... well, like the first one.
- END STORY -
- AUTHOR'S NOTE -
I marked this story as complete because it is. I left some loose ends for
a reason. I felt that Chris' story was better left for another time, so I
didn't include it here. If you'd like to read about it sooner rather than
later, let me know in the reviews (yes, I actually read them) or give me
an e-mail (I like those). I can be reached at: [email protected]
Thank you all for reading.
- END AUTHOR'S NOTE -
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