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To Michelle TS, thanks. I thought the scene conveyed the situation, so I
used it. Mea Culpa.
To Emily: Sorry. I thought it was going to be longer. To paraphrase WA
Mozart, it has just as many words as I thought it needed.
To Mark Twain; While I had considered a full scale orgy scene, I didn't
put it in because everyone would know what happens when the events in this
segment occurs. I hope the explanation of the potions was sufficient.
I don't know how to add a Universe to the website. I don't think it fits
the Spells R Us one, because most of what I envision would be people
asking for help and getting it, rather than the once scene I know from
that universe was in the Harry Potter and the Secrets of Avalon (I think
that is the title) where it happens accidently.
To the moderators; If this is good enough to become a new universe, how
about 'The anything Sotre' as the name?
To Mabel; The only reason for the scene that bothered you so much was the
potion he had drunk (Silver) I hope I have redeemed myself in this
section.
If you have read my other stuff, you will see that two of them (Soon to be
3) are posted for sale on Lulu.com.
IV
Jeremy remembered the store. The tea...
He'd drunk the red stuff yesterday. Christ he'd drunk two bottle of it!.
Sandra had sipped the pink one and went from next door neighbor to
nymphomaniac!
Then he remembered the silver. The taste was like... Suddenly he felt a
burning need to suck another dick. He clutched his stomach. No! He'd
sucked his own sperm out of her last night, then jacked off and eaten it a
few hours later. Then he'd gotten on his knees and sucked some invisible
man because his dick was stuck through a glory hole!
He ran from the apartment, headed for the store. There was a sign that
said 'closed for lunch'. He growled, walking down the street to a bar. He
ordered a sandwich and beer.
The food filled his stomach, but the need was beginning to drive him mad.
He kept looking at men's crotches, and at one point caught himself
starting to masturbate.
I can eat my own. He told himself. No dicks in my mouth.
Yeah, and have you noticed that every time you suck a dick you become more
girl? What if eating your own causes it too?
A waitress set another beer in front of him, and he flinched back. "What-"
"From the gentleman at the end of the bar." She said.
"Take it away, I don't want it."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fucking sure, bitch! I don't want another fucking drink!" Even to
himself the voice sounded high and whiney. He stormed out, walking down
the block toward the store. The sign still said out to lunch. He shoved
the door, and it swung open.
The woman from last night was standing there, a list in her hand as she
did an inventory. She looked up, then away. "Long time no see."
"What did you fucking do to me?" he screamed.
"I do?" She set down the list and a quill pen. "Let me see, you come into
my shop, threaten me, take money, and take the special tea." She gave him
an ironic grin. "I see you found out what makes the tea special."
"Well change me the fuck back!"
"Just drink the Sapphire tea." She saw his incomprehension. "The blue
one."
"It got smashed this morning!"
"Then I cannot help you at the moment."
His knife flashed and he charged at her, stabbing. The knife went in, then
suddenly he found himself pinned to the wall by some unseen force. The
woman looked down at the knife in her stomach, then pulled it out. She
looked at the clean blade, then set it on the counter and with a
professional twist, snapped it off.
"I haven't been wounded with a knife in almost a millennia." She said,
throwing the hilt on the floor. She moved a hand and the man slid down to
the floor.
"What are you?"
"I am a witch, and as the owner of this shop, I am protected from such as
you." She laughed at the look on his face. "The sign tells you when I
opened my shop, but no one said it was here in this country."
"You're immortal?"
"Immortal implies I will never die. Until I see the sun die and the planet
with me, I will not accept the term. I am just, long lived. She crossed
her arms, tapping her foot, head cocked. "You seem to think the world is
at your beck and call. What is the more modern term? You think the sun
shines out of your ass.
"Since you won't accept reality I will explain. And I will use small words
so you can understand. I cannot help you because you drank tea brewed by
one of my associates. I do not know what she used, so I cannot make one to
change you back. She can, but I have to first tell her what you drank,
then she has to make it and ship it to me.
"She happens to live in England, so it will take three week or more for it
to arrive. It cannot be shipped by any method other than ship and train."
He snarled. She smiled. "Unless you like being a woman, I suggest that you
wipe that smirk off your face. I am sure that when the process is
complete, men will be glad to use that mouth for the rest of your life."
"But why do I..." He blushed. "Why do I feel the urge to suck men off?"
Her head cocked. "What have you drunk?"
"I sipped the silver one but it tasted nasty so I threw it away. You saw
me drinking the red one, and I had the other bottle this morning."
"You drank two of the Ruby ones? And some of the silver?" He nodded.
"Oh dear."
"What's wrong?"
"Let me explain. First, some of the potions are supposed to be taken in
small doses. The Scarlet one, the silver, the rose. That is the two other
red ones. A teaspoonful is usually sufficient. The Scarlet one for example
is a dominance enforcing potion. If someone drinks that, the first person
to tell them to do something is their master for up to eight hours per
teaspoon. The rose one is an aphrodisiac. In a man it means he gets hard
and stays hard for hours. In a woman, it makes them insatiable for a like
time.
"As for the silver... You know how some women don't like sucking off their
men?" He nodded. "A teaspoon full of the silver will give a woman an
overwhelming urge to do that for their man. It has the same affect on men,
so it can be used by homosexuals."
"Sandra," he murmured.
"Pardon?"
"My next door neighbor. She drank about half a bottle of the pink stuff."
"Then no doubt she is back at home entertaining the troops as it were, and
will be for the rest of the day. In your case the only way to halt the
process is to stop having sex until the antidote gets here. Every sex act
accelerates the process. That includes masturbation." She sighed. "The
problem is, that most people who would want those specific potions don't
care about their partner's sensibilities. The silver acts like a drug
rather than changing the person's mindset. Like a drug it makes your body
want the sensation and taste. Have you ever had a problem with narcotics?"
He shook his head. "The only was to break the cycle is to not ingest any
semen. After a time the symptoms of addiction will fade. Every time you
feed it, it will get stronger. Soon you will not be able to resist it.
"My associate may be able to make an antidote for that as well, but you
must resist. The worse it becomes, the harder it will be to break."
She sighed. "The Ruby was supposed to be used in half bottle doses.
Through the course of about a week, a man who has drunk half a bottle will
change into a woman. The Sapphire works in reverse, turning a woman into a
man.
"However you drank what amounts to four times what is recommended. If you
do not stop the process, you will be fully female by this time tomorrow
even without sex. It may be irreversible. I will have to ask her."
"Why make it in the first place?"
"Are you really that naive about sex?"
"Why do I keep seeing some woman?"
Her head cocked. "When someone drinks a potion like this, they have
someone in mind to become. A woman drinking the Sapphire say will want to
look like Brad Pitt or Bruce Willis as an example. A man using the Ruby
would perhaps want to look like Angelina Jolie. It won't actually make you
look exactly like these people, just as close as your own genetics allows.
Where did you see this woman?"
"I bought a movie. She was... She was a chick with a dick in it."
"And now you see her?"
"On television, at a book store."
"It is your mind locking on her. Think of it as a brief form of split
personality. It will fade when the Sapphire gets here." She made a note.
"Come back here tomorrow. I will be able to tell you then what may be
done."
*****
Jeremy walked up the steps. From inside Sandra's apartment he heard a low
continuing moan. The prediction of the shop keeper seemed to be correct.
He closed the door, setting the bar. The television was on, and the bitch
was watching him from it.
You think you're going to get away that easily?
"Listen, three weeks, and you're gone!"
Really.
The television changed to her on her knees at the glory hole, sucking a
dick. He fell to his knees. The needs was a physical pain.
I can tell you want this. Want the feel of the meat in your mouth, the
taste of the sperm hitting your throat and sliding down like ice cream.
You won't be able to resist. If a dick was in front of you, you'd be
sucking it this instant.
"No. Damn you no!"
Oh really. You get a woody every time you think of it!
He was hard, and he had to hold his hands tightly to avoid touching
himself. The hands looked slim and petite, the nails had grown to almost
half an inch long in the last few hours. His hair had lengthened by almost
two inches. It now rested between his shoulders.
You may resist it. But when the time comes, you're going to be on your
knees. She spun, the booth becoming the beach, the male actor fucking her.
Then you'll be taking it up the ass, and when you have it, your pussy.
He went into the bathroom, slamming the door. The face, his face, mocked
him from the medicine cabinet.
He had to make money, but except for that, he would stay in the room, have
take out or fast food. He suddenly pictured a pizza delivery man, falling
on his knees, sucking-
He was on his knees moaning. The need was growing stronger every second.
He would resist it. He would stay here in the bathroom-
Someone pounded on his door. It sounded like god was knocking and wanted
in bad. He stayed on the floor, keening. His dick was a rod of steel, and
his mind ran over every porno movie he had ever seen. But instead of
seeing the women he was seeing dicks. Hard dicks, soft dicks, white ones,
black ones, every color in between ones. Dripping, and especially (He
whimpered) spurting. His thoughts were lock on the porno book store,
sucking that thick, meaty dick visualizing having his hands wrapped around
the stiff, throbbing shaft, while eager lips sucked hard on the bloated
knob. How it would taste as his tongue traced around the rim to the
underside and how great it felt to hold that throbbing cock in his mouth.
There was a smashing sound, then whoever was pounding was now using the
bathroom door as a drum. "Open this fucking door!" someone roared.
Jeremy staggered to his feet, clawing at the handle. The door flew inward,
slamming him to the floor. Before he could react, an hand picked him up.
He recognized the face, but for the life of him didn't remember the name.
It was Sandra's boyfriend.
"Where is he?"
"Who?"
"The fucker who rents this apartment. Jeremy, something."
"Don't know." Jeremy blessed the potions for the effect they had. He
didn't look like himself and ... Vince, that was his name. Vince wanted to
beat up Jeremy, not some oriental squeeze.
The man threw him back down, glaring at him. Then his face softened. "Get
up."
"So you can hurt me again?" Jeremy asked.
"Shit." He caught Jeremy by the wrist, pulling him to his feet. Jeremy
fell against him, and felt-
No please no!
Vince dragged him into the front room. The door was shattered. He pushed
Jeremy down on the couch. "I want to find out what he did to Sandy."
"She had some tea last night." I know that much," Jeremy hedged.
"Tea? She's been in bed all day using everything in the house to
masturbate. What kind of tea does that?" He looked at the table. the half
bottle of the pink tea sat there. He picked it up, sniffing it.
"I wouldn't," Jeremy warned.
"Oh really," Vince sneered. He took a couple of slugs of it. Then handed
it to Jeremy. "Bottoms up."
"I'd-" A hamlike hand caught the back of his neck, and the remainder of
the tea poured into his mouth. The bottle fell as the other hand slammed
over his mouth, closing his nose. "Swallow you bitch!"
Unable to do anything else, he swallowed. His mind raced. three ounces is
just over a quarter cup. There are four table spoons to a quarter cup.
With a dosage of a teaspoon...
He began to feel warm. His nipples sprang to hardness. Oh god no!
Vince had dropped him on the couch, and walked over to rummage through the
refrigerator. "What's this?"
Jeremy stared in horror. It was the scarlet liquid. That bottle had been
broken!
Vince saw the look. "Ah, some other special tea?" He grabbed the smaller
man by the neck. "Bottoms up!"
As the bottle emptied into his throat, he heard Vince snarl. "I'm going to
fuck you until you scream. And your going to enjoy every second of it.
Then I'll keep you around until I get tired of you. How does that sound,
bitch?"
Jeremy gasped. He wanted to run, to scream, to knife the bastard. But he
said meekly. "Yes, master."
"I like the sound of that." He snapped his fingers. "On your knees."
V
"Well it can't be helped, Fran." The shop owner said. "Send it as soon as
you can." The bell on the door rang. She looked up.
The woman that was once Jeremy came in, running. She was dressed in a
Scarlet Cheongsam with dragons cupping her petite breasts. Her hair
brushed the swell of her ass in an ebony sheet.
"Has it come yet?" she asked.
"No."
"I can't take it! He tells me to go fuck his friends, and I can't control
myself! I have to!"
"At least the antidote for the semen serum worked," she said.
"You think that fucking matters anymore? He poured the whole bottle of
that domination tea down my throat! Hasn't it worn off yet?"
"The entire bottle would have only been sufficient for perhaps a week. Any
long term affects depends on what he said." The shop keeper replied. "Any
phrase that can be considered a long term command would still be in
effect."
The girl stared in horror. "Almost the first thing he said was 'I'll keep
you around until I get tired of you'. He has repeated that or something
like that just about every hour since then."
The woman looked at her, then took out a small vial. "This will ease your
suffering."
Without asking, the girl took the vial and chugged it down. "What will it
do?" She felt kind of woozy. The room was spinning. "What..."
"What is your name?" a soft voice asked.
"My, name? J-J-Janna."
"Yes. Janna. Why did you enter my shop?"
"I- I don't know."
"If you would like, feel free to look around."
Janna wandered the shop confused. She had come in here... Come to... She
stopped in front of a case of necklaces. One, a Yin Yang symbol attracted
her. Sandra's birthday was next week.
"You like it?" The damn woman moved like a cat!
"Yes."
"Very special. Is your relationship happy?"
Janna concentrated. Yeah. She and Sandra kept Vince in line by satisfying
his needs. "I think he's happy. Whether we are or not doesn't seem to
matter."
"Then that is just what you need." The woman opened the case, taking out
the necklace. "Give this to your friend Sandra. It will, make him
understand what you are both going through."
"Why to her? Why not me?"
"I can't explain. Let's just say it won't work for you."
That sounded dumb, but Janna shrugged. She walked out of the store. Vince
was standing by the car. "Where the fuck were you?"
"In the store." She looked down at the necklace. "I was buying a gift for
Sandra."
"Nothing for me?" He pulled her to him, giving her a deep soul kiss. She
returned it eagerly.
"I think this is for all of us," she said.
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