The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Rachel entered her apartment and was disgusted in what she saw. There was
her long-term boyfriend Thomas, as always, slumped over his desk playing
World of Warcraft. He had lost his job a year ago and what had started as
him living with her until he got back on his feet had turned into him
sitting on his ass all day playing that stupid video game.
"Thomas! I've had it!" she exclaimed unable to keep her frustration at
bay.
"Oh, hey sweetie, home early today?" Thomas responded without looking
away from the monitor.
"No..." Rachel slowly responded, "it's 5pm. As usual you just haven't
done anything or even been outside. That's it, you're getting a job."
"I told you babe, the market is crap. We just have to wait this thing
out." He argued again without even making eye contact.
"I'm tired of working all day while you just sit here and play video
games. I'm going to find you a job and you're going to take it. Got it?"
"Sure, sure. Find me a job, any job that wants me, and I'll take it. In
the meantime, would you mind running to the store? We are seriously low
in the snack department."
Rachel groaned and walked to the bedroom. She pulled off her Hooters tank
top. Her large DD breasts fell out of it and she could not help but stare
at her reflection. Back when Thomas had a job and wasn't such a bum he
had the money to buy her these. The most expensive plastic surgeant in
the area. It was always her dream to have full gorgeous breasts that
would make every guy who walked by stare. Once she got them she had to
flaunt them, already being a waitress at a dive diner it was easy to move
to Hooters. She loved the tips but loved the attention more. The job
didn't pay well enough to comfortably support both of them but she did
not want any other job.
The only option was for him to find a job, any job. She squeezed out of
her tiny orange shorts and put on a more comfortable outfit. She walked
by Thomas, who didn't notice, and went out the door. She got in her car
and drove towards the mall. Not to buy him food, but to find some place
for him to work. Even a crap mall job would bring more money home than he
did now. She just needed something fast. She pulled into the local mall
and began browsing, starting at the main entrance and working her way
back. Denial after denial, even with Thomas having a business degree and
being overqualified for anything under management, nobody had a spot for
him. When she reached the very rear of the mall she saw a small store she
never noticed before. What made her run to it was a large 'Help Wanted'
sign on the door.
She burst inside to find a lone old man standing behind the counter. He
looked at her and smiled as he said, "Sorry Rachel, the job is taken."
Rachel did not know what to make of this. How did he know she was asking
about the job and how did he know her name. "OK," she responded, "I'm not
sure how you just knew my name or what I wanted. But why is the position
taken when you're the only one in this place?"
"Well," the wizard said in his relaxed tone, "I am always looking for a
replacement but I guess I'm the best one for my job."
She didn't have time for these games, she turned on her heels and began
to walk out.
"I did mean to take the sign down, I'll give you something for your
troubles. How about something to get Thomas a job?"
Rachel stopped dead as a chill ran down her spine. "How..." she began.
"Well, I am a wizard, obviously," he answered immediately. "And here is
my gift to you." He held a very nice fountain pen for her in his palm.
She slowly walked over and stared at it.
"Assuming I did believe you, what would a pen do to help him get a job?"
The man only smiled and extended his palm, she looked closer and saw an
inscription on the side. "Take it, read it, use it," the wizard said.
When Rachel's finger's touched the pen the room went black. A light
clicked on and a security guard walked into the empty store she stood in.
"What are you doing in here lady?" he asked almost as surprised as she
was.
"Uhhh..." Rachel started, "I... got lost."
The guard rolled his eyes, "Well get out of here before I think you're up
to something." She obeyed and briskly walked out. Her head was swimming.
She didn't stop until she was back in her car in the parking lot.
She wondered if she was crazy. Then she remembered, she reached in her
pocket and pulled out the pen. It was very fancy, a pen some rich CEO
would use. In fine print on the pen's stem it read "Find an application
and use me to sign, the signee will fit it in, in no time." She thought
about it. Obviously this wizard was real, unless she was really nuts. So
this pen could turn him to match any application it signed. The
possibilities were endless. Where would she be the happiest for him to
work? Well with her, like when they met. When he was getting his degree
he worked the same diner she did. They had so many nights to themselves
in that diner, she reminisced. Then a crazy idea popped into her head,
she drove to her work.
"What are you doing back? I'm not letting you pull a double shift," joked
Claire, her manager being forced to play greeter today.
"Well," Rachel started, "know how we need a greeter."
"Yes!" Claire practically yelled. "Did you find a candidate?"
"Can we discuss this in your office?"
Claire nodded and motioned for one of the other waitresses to take her
place until she got back. "It's dead here tonight anyway," said Claire,
"we really need somebody to draw in more clients."
Rachel smiled. "Well, what would your ideal greeter be like? I just got
access to a bunch of girls to interview so I can probably get you whoever
you want."
Claire looked at her suspiciously, unsure how somebody who had next to no
friends outside of her deadbeat boyfriend could find any girls. She
started a list anyway. "Well, she needs to be hot."
Rachel stopper her. "Can we write the qualifications down on an
application? Would just be easier for me..."
Claire paused again. "O...k..." she grabbed an application out from her
desk and began to write as she talked out loud. "Like I said, she needs
to be hot."
"How hot and what features? I want super detailed," Rachel again
interrupted.
"Hmm," Claire continued, "never thought about specifics. I guess if I
were designing her. Well really pretty. Our girls, no offense, are
average. This girl needs to have followers that come just to be seated by
her. The typical Hooters photo girl is young, blonde, and busty."
Rachel interrupted again. "Alright good start, but I want exacts. How
young, how busty, measurements?"
Claire continued, obviously having fun with it now. "Oh well still in
high school. A greeter doesn't serve alcohol so she could be as young as
16 or 17, we'd also get away with paying her minimum wage if she was that
young. Long blonde hair. Measurements... hmm, well statistics show people
like short greeters so she should be 5'0" and petite. Except for two
assets, her butt should fill the shorts and her boobs should fill the
tank. Maybe 32C-28-32... heck I'll be crazy, 32D-28-32 with that butt
being extra bubbly and connecting to perfect legs, made for our uniform.
How's that?" she said while scribbling the final attributes.
Rachel was smiling, obviously happy with this. "Great! How about face?
Posture? Personality? Like smart, dumb, slutty, flirty?"
Claire started thinking. "The face is the selling point. It needs to look
innocent, but the guys need something fantasize about. She should have
the young, round, girlish face. With the high cheekbones and cute little
nose. Full lips of course. Large curious, blue eyes that plead to please.
Posture... she needs to have nice posture of course. Chest thrust out in
front and butt stuck out in back. She shouldn't be slutty, that gets
everybody in trouble. But flirty would help. She should be the biggest
tease, walk with her butt swaying, pick things up by bending over with
her butt stuck out, constant licking her lips and biting her bottom lip,
you know, that kind of stuff. Oh, yea you want intelligence. Well, don't
want her getting my position eh? Haha. probably don't want her getting a
better job either, so I'd say the dumber the better. All she'll need to
do is walk people to their seats, understand a seating grid, submit to
orders, and seduce every male that comes through those doors. Pretty
simple girl could do that. Guess she's do best to sound like a bimbo too,
I think as a guy a bimbo sounding girl is more attractive than a pompous
sounding one. Yea, airhead is good." Claire stopped, obviously flushed.
Maybe she enjoyed this too much. Rachel thanked her and grabbed the
application.
When she got home Thomas had not moved. "I found you a job!" she said
with as much enthusiasm as she could.
"Huh? Really? What for?" he replied still not breaking eye contact with
the screen.
"I think I can get you the job as the greeter for my work."
Thomas spun the chair around with the biggest smile she had ever seen.
"Really!? I though that was for girls only!"
"Well, I think you'll fit the job, just need you to sign this," she said
laying the application onto his desk, "here is a pen..."
He had torn the pen from her hands and signed the application before she
could finish. The pen after completing his signature turned white in his
hand. He tried to toss it but it stuck to him. "This a joke? Some trick
pen?" he asked obviously aggravated. The pen then erupted into a bright
light that filled the room. The light then entered Thomas from all angles
causing him to glow for a second then he turned back to normal. "Heh," he
said, "you got me. I thought that job was real for a second, hope you
didn't blow much on that stupid trick pen considering you get after me
for game fees." Thomas spun his chair back around and continued gaming.
Rachel wasn't sure what to make of it. Was the pen some cheap gimmick?
She decided to sit on the couch and watch TV while keeping a careful eye
on Thomas to see if anything changed. An hour or so passed and she looked
up from the TV, was it just her or did he look shorter. Where his head
was level with the monitor before, now it was noticeable shorter. He did
not seem to notice. She shrugged and continued her show.
The next commercial break she walked to get a soda, she asked if Thomas
wanted one. He did, and got up to retrieve it from her. When they got
face to face she realized he was much shorter. Where he usually had 6" on
her, they were now eye to eye. He still did not seem to notice. He took
the soda from her hand with a quizitive look on his face. Obviously
curious why she was staring at him. He was looking much younger, almost
like he did when she first met him 5 years ago. Something was definitely
happening.
He sat back down and continued, she sat back down on the couch but
directed her full attention to him now. He was still shrinking, every few
minutes she could see his clothes bag a little bit more, his legs strain
just a little bit more to reach the ground from his chair. His face now
looked completely unisex. His hair turned platinum blonde and slowly
crept down his neck to his shoulders.
After about 30 minutes of this fascinating transformation, he stood and
walked into the bathroom. She waited and sure enough, heard a scream that
sounded like a little boy. He ran out of the bathroom, pants and
underwear loosely bagged around his ankles, his new sex clearly visible.
"What the fuck is happening to me!?" he screamed in his cracking voice.
"What happened to your penis!? Whatever it is, it's speeding up!" Rachel
said trying to mock ignorance and alarm.
He ran back to the bathroom to watch the full length mirror, she hopped
the couch to get a closer look. He was much shorter than her now, she
guessed no more than 5' tall. He was thin, hairless, and boyish, looking
like he could be young boy or girl.
Suddenly, that changed as puberty hit him like a sledgehammer. His eyes
widened as his face rounded and his lips plumped. He felt his flat butt
grow warm. He placed his tiny delicate hands on it as it began to grow.
He watched through the mirror as it expanded outward creating what she
knew to be the perfect ass. His legs filled in to match, staying long and
slender but with an obvious layer of soft fat enveloping them. He
squeaked and threw his hands to his chest. The reason was made clear
moments later.
His super baggy t-shirt began to expand as his hands could no longer
suppress the large breasts that grew. They stopped only once they were of
near cartoonish proportions. His waist tightened abruptly giving him a
perfect hourglass figure. Small changes continued as he stood shaking
looking in the mirror at the young wet dream staring back with large
frightened eyes. His fingernails slightly grew, face adjusted slightly,
arms became even softer, almost like some horny teenager was doing some
final touches to his dream girl in Photoshop.
Suddenly his back cracked and he nearly lost his balance. When he
regained it his chest was noticeable thrust out along with his butt. Next
were the mental changes Rachel thought. She saw Thomas's eyes cloud over
then become clear again as he shook his head. He looked at her with a
questioning gaze, he was truly gorgeous. Rachel, who had no lesbian
tendencies before this felt herself wanting nothing but to take this
young girl to bed.
Thomas found his new voice. "OH. MY. GOD. So, like, I am a total hottie.
What, like, did this to me?"
Rachel figured honesty was the best route at this point and told Thomas
the entire story. When she finished he looked confused. "OK, I sorta get
what you're saying but you use, like, big words."
Rachel simplified her explanation to a 2 year old's. "You're my
girlfriend. We work at Hooters together. We make money to flirt with the
people who go there."
His eyes lit up. "Soooo, can we like go do that now?"
Rachel could not believe how easily he submitted into his new life. She
would definitely be getting a sweet hiring bonus from this... training
him would be a pain but something told her this little slut was going to
be a natural in bed.
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