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Wet Dream By TwoSpiritsTG ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is Part 2 of 3 XXX smut that will be updated from time to time with new chapters. Each chapter will feature a different scenario, and the table of contents will tag each chapter with keywords and cup-size so you can skip and read at your leisure. I will attempt to write each chapter so that they can be skipped if desired, but with an underlying plot for those that wish to read in its entirety. If you enjoy it please leave a review. It's the only way I can get feedback from readers, since all the "reads" statistic does is give me an idea of how many people found it, not necessarily who liked it. Reviews are the only way I can grow, and what keep my motivation up to continue writing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TABLE OF CONTENTS Use ctrl+f to search the chapter tag. Chapter 11. . . . . . [CH011] (French Maid, mff Threesome, AR, D-Cup) Chapter 12. . . . . . [CH012] (Aristocrat, Monster Cock, G-Cup) Chapter 13. . . . . . [CH013] (Tentacle Rape, Nope) Chapter 14. . . . . . [CH014] (Gypsy, D-Cup) Chapter 15. . . . . . [CH015] (Cultural - Latina, Bubble Butt, C-Cup) Chapter 16. . . . . . [CH016] (Goth, F-Cup) Chapter 17. . . . . . [CH017] (Lifeguard, DD-Cup) Chapter 18. . . . . . [CH018] (Mermaid, Lesbian, C-Cup) Chapter 19. . . . . . [CH019] (Biker, Road Sex, B-Cup) Chapter 20. . . . . . [CH020] (Cat Burglar, D-Cup) Chapter 21-31 . . . . PART III - FINAL PART ======================================================================= Chapter Eleven [CH011] (French Maid, mff Threesome, AR, D-Cup) ======================================================================= I felt completely unaccomplished. My story was finally at an end, this endless ordeal was supposed stop. Even with these answers I am still left with questions. I know longer wonder what or how I am what I am, but why? Why me? That old man didn't know what he was talking about. A blessing? Maybe if I didn't have to sex up every guy that got a boner around me, but I still have nightmares about the worst possible situations I could be in, especially last night now that I feel so helpless in front of this huge, life shattering problem. However my thoughts were interrupted as a large feather pillow smacked me right in the face. Sitting up from the bed as if the room was on fire I caught Jason laughing in the corner, bags over his shoulder. "you ready man?" he asked heading towards the door. "I've been ready," I said scowling, having already brought my luggage downstairs. I stood up from the bed and brushed my legs off of any dust I may have picked up then headed out the door and downstairs to check out. We stood behind a relatively long line, and the people currently up front were arguing about some kind of mistake on their charges or something. Jason nudged me in the arm. "Big Chief skip line. Big Chief no pay. Big Chief big man and know things!" he joked around trying to cheer me up, but it wasn't working. "Come on, I know you're upset about the situation, but we did come here for answers and finally got them." He was right. We did get the answers we were looking for, but I still needed to get the curse lifted. I can't be fucking every guy as some bombshell for the rest of my life, warnings to not pursue the witch's coven be damned. "I guess. We hit all the vendors too." Jason laughed to himself quietly. "Well, except one. Spells... pfft... 'R Us." He couldn't contain himself anymore and nearly fell to the ground laughing so hard. It was contagious, and lifted me up a little. I couldn't help but laugh at the lightened mood. The line moved forward a little bit when I heard the attendant ask for the key card. I patted my pockets to see if I had it, but felt nothing. "Jason, you have the key card to the room?" He shrugged. "I have mine. You were responsible for yours." "Dammit!" I swore. "This is ridiculous!" Jason put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Just run up stairs and get it. Worst case scenario you have to pay the 10 dollar fee, or whatever small sum it is." It was a small amount, sure, but with as stressed as I have been the little laugh we just had wasn't enough to alleviate it. "I'll be right back," I said, running to the elevator and taking it up to our floor. A service cart was in the hallway in front of the room. Relieved I looked around for the cleaning service, but no one was in sight. Peculiar. The door was almost closed, but deadbolt was closed before the door was, keeping it propped open slightly, Finally a stroke of luck. I opened the door and slipped into the room. I started to walk through the short hallway when some giggling startled me and caused me to leap into the bathroom nearby. "Oh Clyde," a female voice rang through the air. "I'm so glad you got a job here to help me pay through college," Her voice was soft and sultry. I heard her yip a little as the springs on the bed compressed in the room over. My keycard was on the nightstand, there was no way for me to get it without being noticed. "Anything for you Jessica," came a stronger voice, obviously Clyde. "Name it, and you have it." The two were obviously in their early 20s, American born and raised, college students from the sounds of it. I felt like it would be incredibly awkward to go in and interfere, but I needed to checkout. "What about that playa to be named latah?" Jessica said, giggling. Clyde groaned. "Anything but another man, that is." "No, no, no," he cooed. "A woman. I'm just... curious. And I don't want to cheat on you to find out." "Really?" Clyde announced, sounding excited. "I must admit, it'd be interesting seeing someone else, for curiosity of course!" he stammered out, catching himself. I heard someone sitting up from the sound of the bed springs. "Really?" she asked, sounding delighted. "Well, describe her." Clyde's voice got excited. "Well she'd be crazy hot!" he started, and a sigh from Jessica clued me in to her lack of amusement. "hot and knows she is. Only so that the more attention I give you makes her jealous." "Aww..." Jessica said softly. My stomach churned as if I ate something I didn't agree with. I felt a knot forming inside me. I wanted to run in and grab the key card to get out, but I was too embarrassed to run in and froze in place. "Her breasts would be twice the size of yours," he continued. "At least a D-Cup!" I felt my chest burning. It was like that heartache you get when you see someone you weren't expecting to see someone and they walk into a room. My chest started swelling and pushing out in sweet ecstacy. In near horror I watched in the mirror as my shirt ballooned out as my sensitive nipples rubbed against the interior. I bit my lip in an attempt to quiet my moaning. I could still hear Clyde describing this fictional woman in the background. His words sat on the backburner of my mind, warning me of each change coming. My freshly shaved face grew more angular, and my eyes brightened to a bright green. My hair lightened to a lighter shade of brown and grew to my shoulders, getting wavier and oddly felt lighter. My face cleared up of any wrinkles or blemishes. This was not abnormal, however it was clear that years were being stripped away from me. All of the women I took after before were close to my actual age, but now I looked like a busty college girl from a spring break video.My lips became soft and pink, softer than I ever had before. I couldn't resist turning to face my reflection, leaning in, and pressing a finger against them in awe. My body shuddered with electricity similar to how my clit feels during sex. What made things even worse was that my sex drive was raging. I seemed to have gained the stamina of this girl as well. And speaking of clit, I reached a hand into my pants only to feel my member shrinking away inside of me. I still bit my lip from the intense pleasure, but I could hear my moaning through it. I stopped caring if I embarrassed the two now, I needed to get that card and get out of here before the changes finished. I escaped before in the library that one time, I can escape again. Darting out of the bathroom I rounded the corner and fell flat on my face because of my widening hips bulged out from me and checked the door frame. I crashed into the ground with a loud thud. The couple, startled, stopped talking and looked over at me. I could feel their eyes on my ass and my huge breasts pushing my body off the ground. "Do you work here?" Jessica exclaimed. "If she did that would be perfect!" Clyde said excitingly, as I stood up. "It'd be easy to arrange a meet, and avoid if things don't work out." I saw my clothes in the mirror hanging over the bed changing. The button shirt I was wearing started to dip into a low-cut top and darkened to black. My pants started to rise as my shirt grew longer. The buttons faded away as white laced frills sprouted from around my neck. My cleavage showed almost everything, leaving basically just my nipples and below to the imagination. I could feel the AC in the room blowing between my legs, pantiless. My Soaking wet, dripping vagina quivered from the cold, but my lips ached for both of their touch. Quickly I grabbed my key card from the table and tried to run, but it started to elongate and blossom out into a feather duster. I was left with no choice. Transformation was complete, and if I wanted my keycard I would need to fuck them in order to get it back. "Sacr? Bleu!" I cursed under my breath, shocking myself with the language and heavy accent. "She's french!" Jessica exclaimed. "The clothes are outdated for what we do, but it's hot." Even though my back was to them, I could feel Clyde's eyes on me. "Her ass is killer babe," he muttered. "And her tits... Hey, lady!" He exclaimed. "Y-Yes monsieur?" I peeped, turning around and giving a full frontal. I hadn't even noticed that the two on the bed were naked. It wasn't much of a stretch, but surprising. They were both built, attractive, and horny as hell. His dick was hard before, but as I looked at it I could see it push further than its limits and throb. Her nipples were hard and her pussy glistening. Clyde smiled. "You're dripping. You're not excited by this... are you?" "Oh, I- I was just-" But before I could say anything else Jessica got up and moved over to me. She placed a hand on my tit and planted her lips on mine. Squeezing and playing with all the right movements. Her hand was firm, but it was my lips that were on fire. She flicked my nipple lightly between her pointer and middle finger, and her tongue slipping into my mouth caused me to do the same. My eyes were closed, or open, it was all a blur. all I remember was that her kiss on my lips and sensual tongue was the better than any sex I have ever had in my life, including the curse-induced flares of raw pleasure. Her hand migrated down to my crotch, slipping a single finger in and placing pressure in only the right spots. "Je te d?sire... I want you..." I managed to stammer out. She started to walk backwards, me following in suit. I looked up to see Clyde furiously masturbating to the show. Crawling forward I rested my quivering vagina onto Jessica's face, looking deep into Clyde's eyes. "Je veux faire l'amour avec toi," I whispered slowly. "I want to make love to you." Lowering my head I wrapped my lips around his stiff cock and started to pump my head up and down. Jessica's tongue was inexperienced, but her knowledge of what feels good certainly made up for it. It flicked my clit and rubbed my inner walls making my whole body quiver. Her motions and ambition were mind-shattering. What Jessica could do was nothing to what my own mouth was capable of. Her part in this role is similar in comparison to how men play with my tits. My lips, however, were thrilled to press against the shaft of Clyde's cock. They were more sensitive than any clitoris I've had the blessing to play with before. My tongue wrapped around his dick and rubbed his head smoothly. There was no resistance. I glided up and down with ease. He was trying to stifle his moans, but was unsuccessful. Pressing my lips harder against his member sent shockwaves through my own system, making me start to orgasm. Wave after wave took over me. I squeezed Jessica's head between my thighs and she went deeper in. Unable to withstand an orgasming woman, Clyde blew his load down my throat. Taking everything in I pushed and kissed his hips. Every part of my mouth had pressure that made me erupt in climax. I was so deep that I couldn't taste his cum, but I could feel it pumping directly into my throat and sliding down. Coming out from under me, Jessica sat up and dried her face. "You really are a horny one, aren't you?" she asked smiling. I had come up off of Clyde, and wiped my face. Jessica was beaming, proud of her success in getting me to cum, but it was really chocking on Clyde that got me off. I would even go so far as to argue I would have came almost as hard had Jessica not been present. She looked over to Clyde and frowned. "Now, we can't have such an important role soft, can we?" she looked up at me and smiled. "Embrasse moi, kiss me," I said, grabbing her and pulling her on top of me. I laid on my back, her C-cup pressing into my D's. Our erect nipples rubbed against each other, her soaking vagina rubbing on mine. We were locked into another make-out session when I saw a sudden movement from the corner of my eye. Jessica must have caught it too since she stopped and looked over. Clyde's penis shot erect so fast that it interrupted what was probably going to end up being the most pleasure I could get in this body. Clyde stood up and started to go through Jessica's purse. He pulled out a strap-on, and Jessica smiled. "For our friend here to finish me?" she asked, knowing well what he brought it out for. Clyde, however, smirked and put it on himself slightly above his own. "No, so I can get you both off at once!" He leaped onto the bed quickly and thrust his toy into Jessica. It slid in with minimal resistance, and she gasped so hard that her breath on my lips made my legs squirm. Clyde then shoved his own piece into me and started to thrust. Both Jessica and I started panting from the rough fucking we were getting. I enjoyed it, but it was clear Jessica was having trouble holding herself up. Before she could fall over Clyde managed to get his hands in onto my breasts and started to fondle them. Jessica leaned on me and started to french kiss me again. Clyde's penis throbbed and bulged with excitement. It was clear he was enjoying fucking another woman. He was very careful to fuck me with perfection, which caused him to take equal care with Jessica. the better he rammed into me, the better Jessica's pounding was. The more she enjoyed herself, the more she clung to me and the better her kissing was. Our mouths were locked to each other more fiercely than a high- powered magnet. He arms were wrapped around me and sliding up and down my back, as were mine on her back. Between Clyde's dick inside me, his hands going hog wild on my breasts, Jessica's arms around me, and her tongue in my mouth I felt like every nerve in my body was exploding. All the stimulation was similar to an orgasm stimulating everything, but it wasn't. I was still the only one clothed, but I think it was my outfit that was making them both even hotter for me. Unable to take any more I started to buck and shake as every untouched nerve in my body flared up in pleasure. Even my eyelids tingled as they closed. Jessica was unable to keep up with the kissing and fell almost limp on top of my screaming and fidgeting. My mouth freed from its pleasure cell also started to moan and yell. Clyde, unable to handle just me, erupted again into me. His cum coating my insides, he was still thrusting and pumping me. My legs wrapped around Jessica and squeezed, and the walls of my vagina contracted to grip Clyde even more. I swear he came a second time from both mine and Jessica's over-the-top reaction. It lasted at least 2 minutes, but felt like 2 hours of non- stop cumming. I laid in the bed for at least 10 minutes staring at the clock and willing myself to get up. Jessica had slipped asleep, and Clyde was on his stomach muttering something about wanting to go again. Finally I was able to will myself up, grabbed my feather duster, and scurried out of the room. A few of the men in the hallways groaned from the stiffy they got looking at me, but I managed to slip into an elevator alone. Changing back on the ride down, I was exhausted and out of breath. I was in my own clothes and body by the time I reached the ground floor and exited the elevator. "Why the hell couldn't the sweat go away too?" I muttered to myself as I approached the line. "You take a dump?" Jason scowled. "You were gone for nearly 40 minutes." I looked up the line. "Did we move at all?" I panted. "... some dump," he said lowly. "And yeah! ... two whole couples. I'm amazed at how every couple argues some form of porn charge. It'd be a hell of a lot less embarrassing to just pay for it." I laughed and waited. It was an hour before we finally got to the front desk. The manager had walked out yelling some time ago, and another receptionist seemed to have quit as well. He was young, probably a freshman in college, and looked like he would rather be run over slowly by a bulldozer than be here. He sighed. "... Name?" "Finch," Jason said. Huh, that must have been the first time I ever heard it. It never crossed my mind until now. "You're clear and have been credited one night's stay for your delay," she boy said will a dull tone. "Next!" I held up my card. "I have this too! Don't want to get charged for not turning it in." The boy shrugged. "Whatever, I don't care to check it in. too much work." Jason laughed and patted me on the back. "At least you go got to go to the bathroom, hahaha!" I think a part of my soul died a little. Getting on the plane was no problem (this time) and Jason was pigging out on peanuts once on the plane. "Hey, Dean. Dean." he said, hitting my shoulder. I was too deep in thought staring out the window. I was very disturbed recently, and needed to clear my head. I ignored him, but he kept hitting me. When I turned to look he shoved all the nuts in his mouth and said, "I'ma hipmuhnk, oh oh whai I a quirruh." Normally I would had laughed, but all it managed to do was mak me smile weakly. "Wha rong wi oo?" he asked, mouth still full of peanuts. I sighed. "just... recently disturbed is all." "wha hahenned?" he said, crumbs spraying a little onto my face. I sighed. "Remember the superbowl?" Jason nodded, his cheerful demeanor dropping. He remembered all too well about how I became a busty cheerleader and was gangbanged by the whole bar. "Well, the witches were there." "Wha?!" he exclaimed, nearly choking. He was trying to chew and swallow it all, but wasn't having much luck. "Oo ust ow ell me dis?" "Well," I continued, "the redhead was there." "Uh hott une?" he asked. Seeming to forget that he turned me into her, with mild improvements, and fucked the shit out of me. I took a deep breath, giving Jason more time to crush his food. "Yeah, well her, um, sisters? Well the two others beat her and dragged her away." "Goof!" he said with a head nod, obviously in agreement. "At bish et her ust desserfs!" I paused. All I could hear were my thoughts and Jason's chewing in satisfaction to the good news. It was a good minute or too before I blurted out. "We should find her and rescue her." Jason nearly choked to death. ======================================================================= Chapter Twelve [CH012] (Aristocrat, Monster Cock, H-Cup) ======================================================================= My alarm went off, jolting me awake suddenly. It's been a few days since returning from the convention and I finally got Steven to settle on a date to come ad check out the "sweet ass fuckpad" as he so poetically describes it. My issue, which I should have guessed, was trying to preview the home after work in the early evening. The guy is such a man whore that he keeps canceling on me to "tap a fine ass." Honestly I wasn't sure if he has so much sex that I have nothing to worry about, or everything to fear. Still, I would rather take this risk and get closer to a solution than just get plowed by some other horny stranger. Jason and I didn't see eye to eye on this one though. He thinks I should take another approach, track down the coven, and figure out what to do once I know where they are. I, however, see value in renting from Steven in order to be able to contact him whenever and perhaps become... friends. Well, maybe more along the lines of someone I can tolerate long enough to get something useful out of. Our argument always escalates though, and he eventually brings up my idea about finding and saving Lilah. He storms out, or hangs up, and I don't hear from him until the next day. I can't explain it myself either. She was a part of the curse, and it seems that they needed her in order to even put it on me. She's just as guilty of the others, but what she was doing outside the bar that night when Leanne took her down is enough to get my attention enough to at least let her try and explain herself. Jason was probably right that she is a fucking cunt for the trick with the lantern, and I'll probably get burned from playing with this fire. I just have so little answers, and desperation brings out the worst in us. I was finished getting dressed by the time I was done arguing with myself in my head and out the door. I like the neighborhood that this house is in. It's a little further away from work, but cheaper and larger than my current apartment. It's interesting that this place is better in every way than the place I currently live, and moving in here could be one of the dumbest decisions of my life. There was a car in the driveway, which I assume is Steven's. I took some photos of the license plate, insides, and basically everything with the disposable camera in my glove compartment in case I needed to track him down later. I put the camera away in my car and headed inside. I knocked on the door, even though it was left wide open, to announce my presence. "Bro!" I hear from the back as a man emerged. This must be Steven, the man that ruined my life. He was taller than me by about 6 inches, had darker skin, and hazel eyes. His facial structure was obviously Russian of descent, but his accent shows that his family has been in the states for generations. He looked absolutely nothing like me, what the hell? "Dude, bro, so glad I was free this morning. The sweet ass juicy skank I was slamming last night? So Se-xy!" He announced, raising his voice in his triumph. What a tool. "Yeah, so, do I need to run a black light through here or something?" I asked, disgusted. Steven paused. "I would recommend against doing that. For now at least. If you sign the contract I'll bleach this place so clean that it'll be hospital grade, whaaaaaat?!" I'm going to punch him. I walked around, and the place was tidy. Abnormally tidy. The counters were spotless, pillows on the couch were aligned straight, the inside of the oven looked new. "What do ya think broski?" Steven asked, raising his hands in the air. I just caught him looking away from his phone and putting it in his pocket. "Totally fucking clean, right? That oven has never been used." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "Well except once when the bitch didn't know she was supposed to leave before I woke up, right right?" He elbowed me in the arm for approval before leaning away and walking around. Note to self, Jason is never allowed to do that again. "Come here. No, seriously, come here." He beckoned, pulling a step ladder out. "Run your finger on the top of the bookshelf," he insisted. "You should be just able to reach with the stool." I did and looked at my finger. "Nothing, so what?" I asked. "Exactly! Nothing! I keep this place completely clean. Really, only the bedroom, shower, and toilet gets used, and I keep them in tip-top shape." He gloated, pointing to all of the features of the home. "Since it'd be gross, I'm taking the bed, hehehe. Everything else stays. The couch? Well, that's iffy. Rode the tricycle on that bad boy." "Tricyc- nevermind." I started to ask, but realized that I would not like the answer. "Fucking two bitches at once! Only great men can pull that off!" He was visibly getting excited. I didn't know if he thought I was impressed or just enjoyed making me uncomfortable. He pulled out his phone again, typed something, and put it back away. "You ever been with a threesome involving two girls?" "Once," I replied, blowing it off. I didn't tell him I was one of the girls, and I feel like he is the last person in the world I want to know that. "Right fucking on! I knew you were a stud, like me!" I wasn't looking at him. I was worried that my face contorting would end this preview before I can sign the paperwork. A low, long sigh snapped my attention back to him. I thought I saw a twitch in his pants, but it was his gaping mouth as he stared at his phone and his moan that worried me. "Something the matter?" I asked hesitantly. Steven seemed to snap back to reality. "Bro, nothing is the matter. I convinced some lonely MILF visiting from the Hamptons on her husband's business trip that I'm a lord, from England or some shit. I'm fucking her tonight!" My crotch started to twitch and my stomach dropped. I went to feel myself, but could feel it shrinking and already at half size. "Agh, I hate that!" Steven said, "Adjust all you need dude." I looked up. "I really should be going." "Nonsense bro!" Steven said, walking behind me and starting to push my lightly further into the house. "You can rub it out once we're done here." My new vagina was starting to form, and my hips starting to expand. "Steven, be honest with me, do you really get all the sex you say you do?" "Eh," he started. "close enough. Getting shot down just means a better story than what actually happened." I needed to get out of here. My swelling ass started to push backwards until it grazed his hardening dick. I wanted to turn and run, but he was so hard to get a hold of that I didn't want to risk ruining this lead. Still, the thought of fucking this tool was more disgusting than any other throw down I had with someone. I looked down at my pants crawling up my long, thick legs. The hair on them vanished and the skin tone evened out just before my socks thinned and darkened, and climbed up my legs in pursuit of the pants. Little clicks on the tile floor got me prepared for the heels so that I didn't end up tripping. We passed a bathroom on the way to whatever room was in the back and I saw my reflection. My hair was wavy and long now, but pulled back so it wasn't in my face. My eyes were green, and my neck was coated in jewelry. I reached a hand up and felt what seemed like 10 different necklaces. My arm, too, had bracelets and charms galore. I was very decorated, and obviously turning into an attractive woman of great wealth. I'd be lying if I didn't say the thought of running and living my life in luxury didn't cross my mind. In the backroom I could see the bed. Well made, and probably cum soaked. The curtains were open and I could see the neighbor's house from the window on the side. This must be the complaint I heard about last time I was here. There was a mirror on the ceiling above the bed, and my reflection showed a very shocked woman. My pants were now a skirt, and my shirt buttons were disappearing. While this happened my chest started to bulge and push. I knew the bust was coming, and was readying myself for it. It started to fill in very quickly, growing to a C cup in only 3 seconds. Thinking it was getting close to done I relaxed a little, but my chest still burned. I flared right passed D cup and lost my balance, falling over onto the bed. The springs underneath me yelled as my chest still grew and pushed. Rolling onto my back I stared p at myself with my mouth gaped open in silent pleasure and each boob exceed the size of my head. As they started to slow down I noticed that my shirt and skirt have attached to each other, now darkening to a blue. It was tight fitting and really showed off my new curves. I wore jewelry everywhere. Necklaces, rings, and bracelets, and I bet they were real gemstones too. I was breathing heavily from the weight of the massive tits on my chest, which was enough to convince me not to run away and be stuck like this. I heard a voice not too far away, but out of site from behind my breasts. "That was fucking hot. You just lay down and moan like that all the time?" I sat up quickly and saw Steven standing there with his pants at his ankles and his hand on hit dick rubbing one out. His shirt was unbuttoned revealing a tattoo on his peck and a necklace with a fox on it. He walked over and placed a hand on my tit. "I have to admit, I thought this was fake," he said, squeezing and massaging it. "thought your husband bought them for you to keep you company. Either you were born lottery winner of genetic, or your surgeon is amazing." He pulled the cleavage over and placed his mouth on my nipple, and started sucking. His other hand pulled my other boob out and started to molest and grope it with his other hand. It seemed the larger my breasts were, the more sensitive they were. I couldn't help but squirm and try to get away, but he stayed locked on and didn't let up. It wasn't long before he changed tits and the other hand moved below to hike my dress up. It barely struggled from how tight it was, my hips and legs freed of the cloth restraints. He practically ripped my panties off and tossed them across the room, then started to finger bang me. My clit shook and jerked, each motion sending a new wave of emotions through me. It felt similar to my first time, like I was saying hello to an old friend. My thighs crushed his hand between them as I started to near my climax already, but that send him retreating and letting me go. "Already?" he said teasingly. "You, um, promised me something." Promised? I had no idea what he meant. I froze in place. "Well?" he insisted. Taking a breath a closed my eyes and allowed this body to take over. I learned trades and skills before this way, I should be able to fulfill whatever promise I made this way, right? Images started to flood my mind as I searched, but they were vague and fuzzy. Eyes, pyramids, secrets... the Illuminati? My eyes snapped open with the realization of what I just got myself into. Steven was there, staring at me. I took another breath and went back into autopilot. My hand raised. "Infacto forah goro!" I announced loudly. Sparks flew from my finger tips and energy welled up inside of me. A ray hit his cock and it started to bulge and grow. It was around 6 inches when it started, and grow almost twice in length, and three times in width. Did I just do what I think I did? Steven fell backwards into the wall panting as it grew and strained similarly to how I react. I swear I saw the necklace flash, but it must be my imagination. He looked down in amazement. "it wears off in a few hours," I said. He didn't seem to acknowledge what I just said, and instead looked up with a crazed look in his eye. He shuffled forward, pants still around his ankles and lifted my legs up, which knocked me onto my back. My tits, free, slapped me in the face and made the room spin for a moment. When I oriented myself I could see my legs on top of Steven's shoulders and both hands on his monster. I was able to fel the tip on my lower lips and saw that he was about to push it in. Just the head of it was making my body scream in pleasure, which seems to be a side-effect of whatever I gave him. He was barely in, but I couldn't help but grab a nearby pillow and squeeze it as hard as I could. Steven was barely pushing, but he was sliding in just fine. My lonely pussy desired to be filled, and every wall of it was getting pushed against the deeper he pushed in. He was only halfway in, but I felt like he was completely inside. His girth alone put intense pressure on my clit, making every motion an intense continual burst of pleasure. He slid in and out slowly, moaning louder than me. He placed both hands on my tits and fondled them. I tried to think and concentrate, but my mind was blank. The only thought in my head was how good everything felt to finally be touched and pleased. This body was hurting for sex bad, and it was interfering with my own thought patterns. Once her adjusted to the size of his hot rod, he decided that I wasn't getting enough and started to push more deeper and deeper inside of me. Seven inches was a lot, but once he put nine in I fell into putty. I was entirely unable to move, let alone when he managed to get all eleven inches into me. I think I tore somewhere, I don't know. So much happened at once that I wasn't able to keep track. He just kept plowing into me, the width of his member putting my clit into overdrive. It wasn't long until I was riveting in my spot in multiple orgasms. Once I stopped he pulled out and climbed onto the bed. All I could see was my reflection in the mirror above. "You're the best fuck I ever had," he whispered in my ear. "A woman as beautiful and gorgeous as you would have had me blow my load a while ago, and I'm good when it comes to holding it in. Thanks to your little spell, though, we have hours of playtime left." Hours? I knew I should have been upset, but the only thought in my head was "good." He rolled me onto my stomach and got me onto all fours. He started to come in from behind and started going again. We went at it for hours in different positions. I came so often that I lost count somewhere after my 20th one. He fucked me over and over again like a ragdoll. The entire time I tried to focus myself so that I could learn a thing or two about magic, but only his dick would enter my mind. It was somewhere close to noon when he got me to kneel on the floor and he stood over me, both hands on his cock. "It's almost here!" he announced, aiming his hose at me face. I opened my mouth ready for his delicious load. He let out a loud moan and released himself. A heavy stream of jizz gushed forward, coating my face. I caught a mouthful of it and swallowed, but more was pouring out of his hose, getting all over my tits I rubbed it in and he seemed to finish, his dick shrinking back to normal size. "Holy fucking shit," he said completely out of breath. "I'm going to rest on the couch. You, um, take a shower or something." I made my way to the bathroom stumbling since my legs were too weak to hold my weight. Once in there I pulled myself onto the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. I was soaked to the bone in sperm. I wanted to cry, but couldn't afford the time. I felt the changes starting to revert me back so I tried to collect my thoughts. Illuminati, magic, anything. I reached into my mind for a cure, but my thoughts were mostly turned to mush. The cum had started to fade away off of me like it never happened, and all I managed to find out was that the illuminati was really a canasta group of powerful people that conspiracy theorists love to make shit up about. They know magic, but only the surface for fun, nothing powerful like I'm suffering from. The necklace, though, was familiar to me somehow. It's a charm, but the exact purpose escaped me. Before I could figure it out I had completely reverted to normal. "Fuck!" I yelled out, slamming my fists on the counter. Once out of the bathroom I saw Steven sleeping on the couch snoring. He jolted up. "I'm up mommy. I- oh. You finish your inspection?" I only now noticed my kit and clipboard in my hands, filled out. I looked through the notes and realized that this house was in prime condition, well above standards. "Yeah," I said. At least I got something worthwhile done. "So," he said, "I was thinking. Bro to bro, why rent? Why not buy?" I had never thought of it before. "I guess I was waiting to find the right person to settle with." I suggested, trying to convince myself more than him. "Well, why not buy the house instead of rent?" he asked. "I'm not very welcome in this neighborhood, and renting seems like a pain in the ass. You have a steady job and could easily afford the mortgage." I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "What's the real reason?" He laughed. "Found a house I can't afford online, hahaha. Dudebro, you agree to buy the house and I'll sell it to you at 5% below market value. It's a steal." "I'll sleep on it," I said, "Big decision to make last minute." "It's alright bro." He said, leading me to the door. "You're unblocked so I should answer when you call." Once we were outside I turned to say goodbye, but Steven cut me off. "them bitches right? Gotta find a way to get them to fuck off." I had enough. I punched him square in the eye. "Don't fucking talk like that again around me or it's your nutsack I'll burst." Steven nodded, mostly in shock, and raised his hands in surrender before stepping backwards into the house and closing the door. I went to go back to my car when I heard a roar of laughter. The neighbor was watering his plants, but dying of laughter. "Dean, hahaha, was it?" he said shutting off the nozzle and walking towards me. "I'm sorry, I forgot your name," I admitted. This was the guy that thought I was some bimbo when I was here before. "Dave," he said, extending his hand. I shook it before he continued. "you stepped on a twig or something and I thought you were some bimbo that ghe slept with remember? But once I turned around I saw you were anything but and we chatted for a bit." I nodded. "Right. It's been a long month and I've previewed a lot of places to rent, so it slipped my mind." Dave nodded. "This certainly won't slip mine, you said you would hit him for me, and damn I didn't think I would actually see it. I think I owe you a beer." I smiled. "I'll take you up on that." "Think I might convince you to move in so my kids don't have to put up with that creep?" He asked. I turned and looked at the house. "He offered to sell it to me," I said, "And I'm seriously considering it." Dave gasped. "that would be terrific. You seem like a well-adjusted guy, and anything is better than that." I smiled back at him. "I would love to deck him at the closing table too. Anyway, I need to be off," I said. "See ya around," he said, waving. "Oh, and here's my number. Give me a call and I'll help you move in. My brother-in-law will help too. He's been wanting that scumbag out for some time." I took his number and went on my way saying goodbye. I climbed into my car and gave Big Chief a call. "Hey it's Dean," I said when I heard the phone get picked up. "Dean. This Big Chief." He said, "You find peace?" "Sort of," I replied, starting the car. "I found the guy that should have been cursed instead of me." I heard a sigh of disapproval. "Dean, revenge no help. Walk away. Accept gift." "Well, that's not what I was asking about. I saw something on his neck, a charm it looked like." I said, pulling out of the driveway and heading down the street. "Charm?" he asked confused. "Big Chief no rely on charms. Charms white man creation." I sighed. "Well, would you still know what it does? It's a fox." "Animal? That interesting," Big Chief said, "sound more like totem. Was it totem?" "It was made of marble, or some sort of stone," I said, trying to be helpful. "No totem. No can help." Big Chief said, "accept fate, be happy. Black magic get worse if tampered." I hung up, he was no use. Once I got home I ran the bath with scalding hot water and climbed in. I started to scrub my skin raw again to get the feeling off. "I did magic," I muttered to myself. "I was so close to a solution." I sat in the tub scrubbing and soaking for a few hours and milling through my thoughts. "It's obviously a fetish. Lara, now me?" I drained the tub and dried off, looking in the mirror. "Scraps come by all the time, he said. I guarantee a few of them know magic, and would be more than willing to help get back at that scum." ======================================================================= Chapter Thirteen [CH013] (Tentacle Rape, Nope) ======================================================================= Moving day. I grabbed one of my boxes and stepped out into the breezeway. One of the neighbors a few doors down was outside holding a body pillow. He was a larger, and most likely lonely, man that I have purposefully avoided in the past. He looked up and made eye contact with me, dropping the pillow. Featured on the pillowcase was a woman being violated in every orifice by what seemed to be a giant octopus. the familiar pit in my stomach started to knot up and grow warm, and his bone structure seemed to be vanishing. I slowly went back inside. I can move tomorrow. ======================================================================= Chapter Fourteen [CH014] (Gypsy, D-Cup) ======================================================================= "Last box!" Heath, Dave's brother-in-law, announced setting a sealed box in the middle of the room. I handed him another beer. "Thanks for the help." Alison, Dave's wife and Heath's brother scoffed while putting up the curtains. "If Heath hated you he would be here just to get that stupid head out of here. He's been trying to sleep with me and every school teacher in the county. I made damn sure word about him got around." Jason chuckled, sitting on one of the packed boxes of books. "I still can't over that you won't fucking curse." Alison rolled her eyes. "I teach 3rd grade and used to swear worse than a dying drunk sailor. I have to keep the habit outside of school." "Yeah yeah," Jason joked. "It still doesn't make it any less funny." "You should see her drunk," Dave piped in. "She gets more creative. Or less creative. Matter of opinion. I think she called me a car tire once." Everyone laughed and played around at each other's expense as the gathering started to settle down. Jason was on edge about the whole move at first, but after meeting Dave and Heath he completely changed his mind. We've seen them almost every day over the past week during the move, and both Dave and Heath are in healthy marriages so I'm pretty safe around them as far as my condition is concerned. Even if this house doesn't provide any leads, things at least seemed to be looking up. In the middle of all the fun, though, there was a knock at the door and a girl walked into the foyer. She seemed to be in her early 20s and dressed relatively nicely, most of her skin was covered. She had a nice form though and was definitely a head turner, her long, blonde hair attributing to that. "Is Steven here?" she asked, looking at us innocently. Heath went to speak up, but I stepped forward and intervened. "He doesn't live here anymore. I've been hearing a lot about him lately, what can you tell me?" Dave was about to chime in, but Heath stopped him, watching me intently. The girl spoke up. "Well, he promised to take me away and I haven't been able to get a hold of him." "Oh honey," Alison said, trailing off. I shot her a glare and pulled out a pad. "Anything else you can tell me about him. Anything unusual about your time spent with him?" "What? No" the blonde said, shocked at the question. "should there have been?" "Just covering some basic questions," I said, "I'm more curious about something that might have stood out in your mind." "No... are you a cop?" she asked defensively. "Just a curious new homeowner is all," I answered with a chuckle. "I'm more curious if you saw anything related to the occult around him. Anything like that stick out?" "There was a necklace he wore," she said, stepping backwards. "he said it was a good-luck charm and wouldn't let me near it. Listen, if you see him can you tell him Cindy is ready to leave town?" and she left. Jason stood up. "Well there's a solid lead, right?" "I already knew about it," I said dully. Heath laughed. "Are you sure you aren't FBI or CIA or something? I swear, you claim to have this non-suspicious job but drill every girl that visits with weird questions." "Maybe they're super heroes," Alison suggested sarcastically, jumping down from the couch and admiring her curtain hanging masterpiece. Dave tossed his empty bottle in the recycling bin near the door. "You're crazy Heath. I'd be asking more questions if I was moving into this house. You would too." "I guess," he said standing up. "But on the off chance that you are a fed, I have some unpaid parking tickets that-" "-Let's go Heath," Alison said, leaving. "See ya around," Dave said, following suit and making fun of Heath's conspiracy theories. "What a character," Jason said, walking next to me. I laughed a little to myself. "Yeah. Imagine if I told him that the Illuminati were actually a group that got together to play canasta and bridge." "Hahaha, yeah. Wait- what?" Jason said, double taking. The rest of the day went by slowly. Jason helped me unpack the boxes and put them on the shelves and cabinets. We were done in only a few hours with only one other interruption. Another girl looking for Steven, but no hot leads from her. Jason doubted I would get anything out of them, but I assured him it was worth the patience. He helped me assemble my bed before heading out for the evening to crash at home. When all was said and done I ran a black light through the place. I had already done so before moving anything in, but wanted to be sure. He didn't lie, the place was spotless. I ordered some pizza since I was feeling lazy and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. 15 minutes the doorbell rang. "Hmm, that was fast" I muttered while getting up and heading over to the door. I opened the door and a woman with dark curls and a bandana was standing there. She looked like a barista from my best guess, and wasn't holding a pizza. "Hi, you must be looking f-" I started to say. She threw her hand on my shoulders and pushed me backwards and slammed me into the wall. "Finally caught you Steven Hallows!" she announced. "Was looking for you. Never thought Misha would be back in town, hmm?" I stuttered. "I-I'm not St-Stev-" "-Silence!" the angry woman announced, waving her hand and the door slamming shut. "You know magic?!" I exclaimed. "Listen, I-" She stepped backwards, but her arm was still extended forward. "No! you listen!" she yelled. I tried to run, but some force was keeping me in place. I finally hit the jackpot and was unable to reason with my only salvation. "You used me! Am not a fetish!" I had to think fast. I needed to get her attention before she too put some kind of curse on me. "I'm not Steven!" I shouted. "Lies!" she argued. "You look just like him, enough games! Now you pay!" I closed my eyes and flinched. "Steven! Charm! Witches' Curse! Kar-" I was released and fell onto my ass on the ground. "What was this about curse?" She said, quizzically. I tried to stand, but she waved her hand forcing me back down. "Steven did this before. I was blamed f-" but I was cut off by some effect that prevented my speech. "Asked about curse, not excuse," she said coldly. She was too short tempered. I needed to use only key words to get a word in. "Make me woman. Satisfy horny men. I'm innoc-" but she silenced me again, laughing. "Oh that was close, that was close," she said, "Black magic is strong, Misha would not risk feedback." She tried to leave. "W-Wait!" I announced. "What, what just happened?" She glared down at me. "Witch overcompensated. Punished you too much. If Misha adds to that, she gets whiplash. Before I could say or add anything she was out the door and walking away. I tried to open it, but it was locked. I fumbled around for a key, but was unable to find one in a timely manner. But the time I got to the front door and unlocked the deadbolt, she was gone. "Dammit!" I cursed through my teeth. I headed inside and paced the kitchen a few times. "She said she was in town again." I spotted the paper out of the corner of my eye. Picking it up I searched through the classifieds for a lead, anything, but found nothing on magic or fortune tellers. "Fuck!" Sitting down at the counter in defeat I stared at the paper. Eventually my eye gravitated to and settled on the flea market. "I guess it's worth a try." The next day I picked up Jason as backup and headed over to the flea market. "I can't believe you caught something tangible," he said, "Are you sure heading to a curse-happy-pissed-off-lady is such a good idea though?" "It'll be fine," I said, "She refused to curse me when she found out it was black magic placed on me. Something something karma something." Once we pulled in we both got out of the car and realized how large the set- up was. "We should split up," I suggested. I started at the first vender asking for Misha, but they didn't know who I was talking about. I spend a good hour asking around and only managed to get loose leads. Eventually I happened upon an older looking woman running a shop. She refused to make eye-contact with me which was unusually since every merchant until now wouldn't stop hounding me. "Shop closed," she said abruptly, not looking at me. "I just-" but she closed the curtains around her tent in my face. As I approached around the side that curtain closed as well. Fed up I lifted it, but the tent was empty. All the merchandise was gone, and the woman vanished. The same thing happened at three other tents, and one even addressed me as Steven. "What the hell?" Someone was laughing behind me. I turned around and saw what looked to be two high school boys in slacks and a t-shirt. "You pissed them off, huh?" the taller, lankier one said, "If you're gypsy chasing, follow me." I tried to get his attention again, but he walked away. Following them we made it to a tent in the far back, tucked away from the commotion. Inside were two large cots and two trunks. There was a small desk with papers in the back, with a lantern on it, but other than that it was pretty bare. "you must be new to this," the boy said, "Name's Henry." I shook his hand. "they don't trust outsiders. Especially one that was marked." "Marked?" I asked. The other boy piped up. He was a little shorter and chubbier. "Yeah, they knew who you were and word got around to avoid you. What'd you do?" "Nothing, that's why I'm- wait. Aren't you two a little too young to be stalking full-grown women?" Henry seemed insulted. "I'm 19, thank you, and he's 18 tomorrow. That doesn't stop them from being hot." My stomach started to knot up and burn. I needed to ask fast. "Okay, sorry. How do I get in?" They laughed. I started to sweat and breath heavily. looking down I could already see my nails growing. "You don't," Henry said, "Isn't that right John?" "Yeah," John, the shorter one, said solemnly. My skin pigment was starting to darken from what I could see on my hands, and the fluttering sensation coursing all over my skin. "Though you may get lucky," he said. The sleeves of my light green polo shirt started to grow to my elbows and loosen up and become baggy. the collar of my shirt started to grow and hang loose on my shoulders as well. "Henry," I said, my voice starting to rise a little. "What does he mean?" I could see my hair growing in front of my eyes and winding up into tight curls. They were blackening and tickling my shoulders. A quick shake of my head and I could feel the thickness of my hair nearly tripled, and the curls bounced around in several directions. The tugging of my movements caused me to feel a bandana on my head. Looking into John's glasses I was able to see my face slimming and becoming more pointed. Henry shrugged. "if you're lucky, one of them didn't get the memo." A breeze blew trough the tent bringing my attention to my legs. My shorts have already lengthened and melded together into a ruffled skirt of various blues and yellows. Looking down I saw my shirt lightening to white. The breeze brushed against the hairs on my legs, but in a matter of seconds I felt the skirt no longer catching on the hairs as they disappeared. I was running out of time. I needed to either choose to become one of them and get in that way, or run and risk it. "You need some water?" Henry asked. "You seem to be overheating." Oh, a lot more than that was happening right now. The breeze made my balls and dick chilly, but it wasn't too long before they shrunk away and pulled up into me. My legs crashed and rubbed together, stimulating my new crotch very slightly. My pleasure rose sky high, I was unable to stand and had to sit on the cot. My clit was pulsing and twitching in near- orgasm, making me sweat and pant even more. "I'm good," I said. I needed to focus so I didn't pounce this guy for his dick. I planned on running once this transformation finished. I could get in that way. It was too far along for me to escape now, and my body was unwilling to stand. My chest started to blow up and balloon as my hips cracked and popped into their womanly shape. A sash appeared around my waist to hold my shirt down, and my wrist jingled and jangled as a ran my slim fingers through my wiry hair. The breeze made my nipples hard and rub the inside of my shirt as my chest expanded and grew. They were soft and perky, and no bra came into place. My shirt kept billowing out until I could only see my knees when looking down. Just before the final touches John said, "Oh, you could always try getting in with the other caravan that's here!" What?! That idiot waited until now to tell me this! "What other caravan?!" I yelled out in an unfamiliar voice and accent. My body started to cool off and sex drive started to settle down. "The one... you're in?" Henry said confused. "You were talking with the other caravan here. There's two." I stood up in a huff, my breasts swaying and knocking into each other. Quickly I scurried out of the tent and into the cooler air outside. I heard Henry scolding John as I left, which was good since I was able to get out before becoming his cum dumpster. "Nadya!" a woman nearby called, waving me to come over. "Was looking for you," she said as I approached. The language she was using wasn't English, but I understood what she was saying. "Mirela," I replied, somehow knowing her name. "Was looking for Misha." I replied in this other language instinctively, recognizing it as Romani. Mirela nodded. "That was what I was looking for you about. There is man here by name of Steven Hallows." My heart skipped a beat. "He harassing us, but cursed by black Englishman magicks. Avoid." "What does this Steven looking like?" I asked. While distressful to be in this body, the learning new languages and knowledge was definitely fascinating. "Green eyes. Dirty brown hair. Well-kept. Attractive from what I hear." she said. Good news is that women do find me attractive, the bad news is that isn't Steven's description. Peculiar, though, that I am now a gypsy woman, but the identity of Dean Collins still remains. The rules on how all this worked was baffling. "Where was he last seen?" I asked, curious if any of them happened to catch me before my transformation. She laughed. "Oh Nadya, you look for Misha. Obviously you know not to stay away from this one. She will change your mind. She is tending to her father's mules. Other side of market." Waving I scurried off to the other side of the market. My hair blowing in the wind felt nice, and the skirt and shirt I was wearing breathed so I didn't sweat like I was before in my polo shirt. I had a sense of freedom walking around, a freedom that almost carried me away. I spotted Jason in the distance which anchored me back to reality. "Jason!" I called, bouncing over to him smiling. "Oh thank god," he said with a sigh of relief. "one of you is actually approaching me. I'm looking for-" "It's me, Dean." I said, cutting him off. "Dean? Why are, um, you're smiling?" He seemed confused and taken back that I could actually be enjoying myself for once. "Yes. Am pleased to be outside in the fresh air. Don't know. I am needing favor." I said, getting more comfortable with my voice. Jason looked around, confused a little. "Um, yeah. Aren't you going to have to fu-" "-Yes," I said, smiling and waving to the child holding his mother's hand walking by. "Watch tongue. That is favor I am needing. Go to tent tucked away in back, find two boys. One with glasses, one taller and without. Tall one needs to stay to changeback. Da, da?" "Da, d-?" He tried to ask. "Means okay. Sorry. Can you just be doing this?" I asked. He smiled. "Dude, if you knew how hot this was you w-" I stomped my foot in frustration. he raised his hands in surrender. "Da, da." and ran off in the direction I pointed. Continuing along my way I made it to the other caravan. "Hello," I greeted a young boy in Romani. "I am looking for Misha?" He looked up, smiling. "Misha is in back with mules. Just follow smell." returning the smiled I waved to him and headed in that direction. I was greeted with a lot of warm smiles and waves, and a few people even offered to help me before asking what it was I even needed help with. I somehow expected this to be a cut-throat mission of danger and mystique, but was instead greeted with open arms. I found Misha filling the trough with feed. She looked up warmly, complete opposite of last night. "You are from neighboring caravan?" she asked. I nodded. "Was looking for you. Help with feeding?" I asked, picking up a bucket. "Stores over there," she said, pointing to a nearby cart. "What did you need?" I filled the bucket with feed and walked back over. "Does the name Dean Collins mean anything to you?" She shook her head. "He is man I wish to help. Cursed by black magicks. I-" Misha cut me off. "No help. Do not know you, but you are good person. You tamper with black magicks and no good come of it." I lowered my head. "What about Steven Hallows?" Misha threw her bucket down angrily. "That is what this is about? He is a bad man. You talked to him, didn't you?" I was caught off guard, unable to answer. "Thought so. He filled your head with lies. You-" "That is enough Misha," a voice from behind me said. Turning around I saw the old woman from the first tent. "I see your problem, and am helping you." "But mama-" Misha tried to say. "-No child," the woman said, "If you were using your eyes you would see that this one here has same aura of the man you so condemn." Misha seemed stunned. "This is Steven Hallows, am I wrong?" she asked. Misha seemed to be ready to attack me, but I collected myself. "No, am- I am Dean Collins. Wrongly accused." The old woman did not seem phased by my claim. "Tell me Dean. Defend your name." I turned to look at Misha, but she merely held onto her bucket with an iron grip. "Steven Hallows somehow looks like me. Getting me accused of actions. Was looking into him, bought his house. Old victims come by, get information from them." Misha threw her bucket. "Lies! Steven was at his house last night! this is how I know of curse!" The woman scolded Misha to be quiet. "Silence! We are listening, aiwa? Black magicks involved, many possibilities! Now, Dean, tell me. What have you found?" I looked back at the woman. "He has necklace of fox. Some kind of charm. Know not what it does." "My necklace! Knew he stole it!" Misha exclaimed. The woman took a step back and I turned around to Misha charging me. I braced myself to be thrown on the ground, but instead she embraced me and buried her head in my shoulder, sobbing. "Am so sorry. Should have been listening." I heard a scowl behind me. "And more careful! Told you that charm was dangerous! not to be taken away from caravan!" "Wh-what does it do?" I asked, scared for my life. Misha let go of me, wiping her eyes. "It protects wearer. Fox is cunning, sly. Fox charm pushes deeds on other. No karma." "No karma?" I asked. "Why would anyone make something so evil?" Misha shook her head. "Not evil. Good deeds pushed onto other too. Only evil in hands of evil person." "Then how do I lift my curse?" I asked. The woman spoke up. "We cannot. Different magicks. Find witch who curse you." "Can you help with that?" I asked, desperately. the woman shook her head. "No. We avoid that. We are tricksters, not powerful magi. Only they can help." Misha spoke up. "White magicks?" She suggested. "Have friend in town. Her name is Summer. Tell her Misha sends you, she will listen." "Thanking you," I said, turning to leave. The old woman stopped me. "You are resourceful. Peace will come. Be careful with white magicks, same as black. Fine line they walk." I smiled, waved, and returned to the tent. "You can be leaving now," I told Jason. "take John with you." John signed in disbelief as Steven leaped in the air joyously. "I am making your fantasies come true." ======================================================================= Chapter Fifteen [CH015] (Cultural - Latina, Bubble Butt, C-Cup) ======================================================================= "OH FUCK YES!" I screamed out as Henry rammed his meat stick into my aching vagina. The cot I was laying on shook with each thrust of his dick, but that only served to intensify our steamy emotions. Collapsing onto me and busting his nut over my insides he planted his lips onto mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist squeezing as hard as I could. He bit my lip as my tongues swashed over the inside of his mouth, and my hips bucked with my vagina clenching his dick making him pump out even more of his juicy cum. Unsatisfied I rolled him over onto his back, still liplocked, and pulled away with a grin on my face. I moved down to his limp dick and started to lick our mixture of juices off of it. "Oh Nadya!" he moaned, his thick cock becoming erect and trying to shove its way down my throat. I started thrusting him into my mouth while fingering myself. I moaned loudly as I grew closer and closer to climax. He must have been really turned on by this because his dick started throbbing, ready to blow. Pulling out I let his seed spray my face and pour down my chin. Throwing myself backwards I howled in sexual satisfaction. His jizz dripping off my nose and onto my ample breasts was o warm, and tasted so good that I was no longer able to contain my sexual release. Kissing him one last time I left the tent, Jason staring at me in disgust. "Can it," I said, still a woman and wiping the cum off my face, secretly eating what I could. We walked quietly back to my car, me returned fully to my original self by the time we got inside. "Home to shower?" he asked, still a look of judgment in his eye. "No, got a lead," I said, "so please stop looking at me like that." Jason jerked his gaze away and looked out the window. "Sorry. I just heard everything. I don't get why you went that far." I slammed on the brakes. "Because I have to, Jason. I don't have a choice. You think I like this?" Jason's cold gaze turned to me. "Yeah. I do. Not banging that guy, but before that. You were laughing and enjoying yourself." "It was part of the persona," I droned, pulling back onto the road. Jason sighed. "So? You still felt it, right? You could have stayed that way. The caravan would have left ad you would never have seen him again. You would have been free from being a sex slave. You'd be a woman forever, sure, but there'd be no fear of being used as just some sex toy." I groaned. He was right, I have contemplated running during a particular good transformation and keeping with the persona forever. "You don't think that's crossed my mind? My problem though is that I don't want to give up. I want to win this and be me. I prefer being a gu