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DON'T BE TOO FAMILIAR 3
Quite the jamb this one is. Jacob will have to go back and help Luke, but
there are many obstacles he must overcome. Revenge is one thing, an
excellent and satisfying thing, but seeing Luke turned into a horny
modelesque cat-woman is a bit much. And the unwholesome thoughts Jacob
had while watching the fuck machine take Luke to new heights of sexual
contentment weighed heavy on his overactive libido.
The facial expressions of his immaculately powdered and colored face,
while struggling against his wrist manacles and his cute toes stretching
to their pointing limits as the phallus drove into his new vagina, caused
a significant hardon as Jacob witnessed his breast rising a little more
with each thrust. After about five minutes, beautiful full magnificent
breasts were rising and falling with each thrust. Luke's wanton lust for
what is happening prompted Jacob to fetch another ladle of that magical
elixir. This time Luke opened his mouth fully and sucked the spoon into
his mouth.
The orgasm that followed was impressive as Luke's midsection drew in on
itself. He started raising and lowering himself on the effective olive
wood implement. Jacob has never seen a perfect female body except for the
woman who resides in the house up on the hill. And Luke was now the
possessor of such a prized commodity. Jacob started to wonder if Luke was
still technically related.
He didn't know why, but Jacob doused his cousin in it once again, seeing
the fragrant oil. Rubbing the newly softened flesh that had the estrogen-
rich texture all over as she was continually assaulted by the relentless
water-driven machine only made his complicity in converting his cousin
that much more contrived. When he rubbed the sweet oil all over her new
nipples, extra care was taken to stimulate in time with the dildo. And
his boner had never had such tensile strength.
Looking over this mechanical marvel, he was impressed with its
simplicity. A few more levers attached revealed a second carved dido.
This one seemed to be carved in cocobolo wood. Moving the lever down
started a second sprocket, causing Luke's other cavity to be massaged
most intimately. Strangely and most impressively, they could be timed to
penetrate together or at opposite times.
He adjusted the tensioning knobs seeing the effect on the timing and his
cousin's response. When they were at odds, Luke seemed to be in a
constant tense state with no relief between strokes. Jacob liked the
visual as this sexy cat woman who continued to round out and become more
engrossed in her situation would stiffen and relax with each aligned
thrust. Her face contorting in pleasure as her beautiful legs tensed
against her bonds, and her chest quivered as her wrists were held
motionless in their shackles.
Dipping the ladle once again, Jacob stopped himself. Luke seeing the
spoon started salivating for the aphrodisiac. Jacob realized he better
make a quick retreat and figure out what must happen to rectify the
strange occurrences of late. In Luke's presence, all he could think of
was ways to make that horny woman more so.
Before retreating, Jacob took a tube off the side table and opened it.
Twisting out a little of the phallic-looking wax substance, he freshened
his cousin's lipstick. Slowly pressing the colored wax against her lips
and drawing out more of the substance across those puffed up wanton
pieces of flesh, "Fuck, she is hot." Next, for some unknown reason, he
added mascara to Luke's already heavy-laden eyes. One more selfie with
what could only be the most beautiful stripper anyone has ever laid eyes
on, and Jacob now has a new screen saver.
The trip back was uneventful. A constant hardon was the only difficulty
Jacob encountered. Landing back at his family's property, he still could
not come up with a cover story. The stump, know as big Betsy, was gone.
Farmer Johnson must have come and taken it and his payment.
Entering his house, everything is surreally calm. He expects to be
grilled about Luke's whereabouts; his father is in the kitchen reading
the paper.
"What did farmer Johnson get in exchange for clearing big Betsy?"
"Half of our chickens, and he seemed pretty excited about that," Fred
informed Jacob.
"Hey, have you seen Lulu?"
"Luke, um no," Jacob responded.
Fred wanted to know if Jacob had got into some of that swamp weed. His
brother's cat has gone missing these past two days. Why on Earth was
Jacob calling her Luke?
"Hey, I never liked that cat, always looking like it wants revenge or
something, but why are you calling her Luke?"
Jacob swallowed hard. Lulu wants revenge. Luke wasn't being turned into a
horny cat woman; she was being turned into a cat. Any chance of screwing
that sexy thing is now past. And somehow, everyone only remembers Luke as
Lulu, the family cat.
At least this buys Jacob some time. How does someone turn a cat back into
a Luke? Youtube was not much help. Google search only netted some local
nutcases that advertised knowledge of the occult. Crystals and tarot
cards may be advanced enough to work an ouija board, but nothing grander.
Jacob did not know how to proceed.
Back to class with no clear plan to move forward, Jacob was at a loss.
Farmer Johnson's pasture was a necessity to try and find a way forward.
Lifting multiple dried cow pies over a rich harvest soon revealed itself,
SHROOMS.
Cleaning and drying a bumper crop, Jacob will have three years supply.
Three weeks later and five caps were under Jacob's molars. The way light
is affected by the shrooms begs of alternative universes. Suddenly, Lulu
appears in Jacob's bedroom. Or, as Jacob informs the former Luke, "a
true pussy."
Holy crap, these are good shrooms. Uncle Ben will be glad to get his cat
back.
"What do you want, Lulu?"
"Do you want me to stroke your tail?"
"You shot her cat; I had nothing to do with that."
Lulu just sat and stared at Jacob. Her tail is slightly twitching as she
observes. Jacob now knew where his father had formed the opinion that
Lulu looks to want revenge. That cat is pretty spooky.
"I'm trying to find out how to help you. You will need to be patient."
Now Jacob is talking to feline apparitions. Munchies descend upon him,
and he heads to the kitchen. Fixing a sandwich and pouring a tea, he
realizes the need to relieve himself is imminent. Coming back from the
bathroom, he sees Lulu on the counter next to his plate.
Opening his sandwich, he sees an unrecognizable herb inside. Luke does
want revenge. The fucking cat put something in his sandwich. In the
trash, it goes as Jacob takes the back of his hand and gives the
alternative gesture under his chin. Proud that he has averted Luke's
revenge, he drinks down his ice tea.
"Laura beckons you to come forth," said the cat.
"You can talk?"
"Do you have any idea how I can turn you back?"
"It is not possible to remove the curse placed on me; I will forever be
bound to Laura's body."
The talking cat, Lulu, laid out what will transpire over the next few
months. In any case, Jacob will need to travel back to the place of
Luke's demise.
"And if I don't?"
Lulu suddenly advanced on Jacob and bit his inner thigh. Drawing blood,
she was knocked across the room. The cat informed him that now the need
will grow until Jacob makes his journey. As the last words were spoken,
Lulu evaporated into vapors.
"These shrooms were awesome!"
Jacob was no longer sure he ever had a cousin. Life was good. He missed
his mother. Susy was a nice girl. He needs to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jacob recalls sucking back five caps and never remembers having a feeling
of being hungover from shrooms before. What a strange ride this was.
Suddenly he feels the stinging of a scratch at his inner thigh. "Luke
fucking bit and scratched me." Jacob ran into the kitchen to see the
garbage. In the trash can resided his uneaten sandwich with strange
ingredients inside. Taking his glass from the counter, he brought it to
his nose and smelled. Something unfamiliar was in what he had consumed.
After witnessing and participating in Luke's transformation, Jacob is
distraught with what he might have ingested. He still did not understand
what drove him to add to Luke's, nevermind. His other brain had taken
over, and it was sheer sexual bliss watching Luke being turned into a
wanton slut. The whole experience still gives him night emissions. If he
were honest with himself, he would admit that he would enjoy watching
this event unfolding again and again. Line the victims up and feed them
the magical elixir. Strapped into the sex machine and totally at his
mercy. The power to sexually torture, bringing obvious pleasure to the
captive, is so appealing. Sex personified where everyone wins.
Jacob is not honest with that last thought, but the victim achieves
sexual bliss before their final form engulfs them. Magic works so much
easier when those who are being cursed enjoy their entrapment. Something
that Jacob may soon learn first hand if he is not careful. He certainly
did enjoy Luke's descent into sexual bliss. Many of his dreams of late
were of him brewing potions and turning his classmates into different
fuzzy animals. Each is transforming slowly and sexually in a long, drawn-
out process ending in a prize-winning animal with abnormally soft and
shiny hair. All have a date with the machine that pumps the changes
forward.
Jacob is stiff just thinking about it. Picturing Susy reaching up and
itching her new, longer ears as she slowly becomes engulfed in a new
existence. Her ears poking through her soft, manageable hair, being
gently scratched as her digits slowly change into paws, makes Jacob go
and change his pants.
"What would be so much better is if the changes can stall on command,
leaving the subject in its most sensual humanoid form. Or if an index can
be reverted too, after the complete change, bringing back the most
desirable form on command," Jacob whishes to himself.
"Get ahold of yourself, Jacob," he admonishes himself.
It is strange; if he desires to head North, the eddies seem to be at his
beck and call. And although he has found nothing that can help his cousin
and he has no desire to head North, he indeed is headed back to Laura's
homestead. A strange desire that he covers with the reasoning that the
only answers to help Luke must be in her home. Regardless he will be at
her door in five hours.
There is that traitorous cat. Watching and thinking, what was its next
move? Jacob can't believe that that cat is his cousin. He was stoned off
his ass. He had a conversation with the cat, for God's sake. "You are
losing it, Jacob," he states out loud for some reason.
Upon reaching her door, Laura opens it and greets him warmly. Like a
long-lost friend, a kindred spirit, someone with whom each can bolster
each other's existence. Although they have never met, it feels right to
be welcomed this way. Like being laid down on a feather bed in the cold
of December, comfort was the only feeling Jacob perceived. Something was
pinging his sixth sense, and then he took in her form.
Reddish-blond hair, green striking eyes, full round breasts topped with
nipples that were glad to have his company, continuing down a svelt waist
nestled right above pinup girl's hips and ass sitting atop of every leg
man's obsession. The high heels finish the fetishly beautiful nymph with
class and style. She has a thing for satin and hosiery. Jacob is sure Tim
showed him some magazines devoted to the look she carries off with
unabashed class.
She beckons him into her inner sanctum. Ever the gentleman, Jacob wipes
his feet and follows. The home is immaculate. Being out so far from
civilization, it is shocking to see such extravagances. The finishes were
all top end with fine woods and stone accents, but what caught the eye
was a sculpture collection. Lifesize beautiful woman, all in fine
ceramics and so lifelike that only the glazings gave away their true
nature. Everyone posed in a sexual position around one or two wood rods.
The pleasure is frozen across their sculpted faces--a snapshot, taken in
time at the height of their natural beauty and excitement.
These sculptures are suspended from the rafters, and some are backlit,
showing the negative form and adjacent shadows. Some are brilliantly lit
up, and their reflective value gives a warm glow to the area that it is
directed at. It is a strange decoration, but all seem to have been
crafted specifically for where they are installed. The superfluous
quantity of sculptures, without being audacious, puts it up there with
some of the world's finest cathedrals.
"I'm a sculptress," Laura beams. She notices Jacob appreciating her work
and takes credit for it. Jacob, the quick student, asks how she has aged
several of these sculptures to make them look so authentic. Smiling, she
informs her guest that she has her ways.
As Jacob takes in the large table set perpendicular in front of the most
oversized fireplace he has ever seen, Laura asks if he may want to model
for him sometime in the future.
"Sure, sure," he responds as his interest is drawn to gigantic blackened
cogs on the sides of the firebox. The size and stoutness of them are
from when whole animals must have been prepared for large feasts. Jacob
wonders how old this manor is.
Laura claps, and her innocent face lights up at the prospect. Pushing a
remote, music comes on, and amazingly enough, candles on the table
ignite. Jacob eats this stuff up. His mind is ablaze, trying to figure
out how candles can be made to light on command. Lunch is served. Wine
and a fine meal shared with a long-lost friend, a beauty that makes this
feel like a date.
Seeing the cat reminds him of why he has come and the danger he knows he
is up against. This sexy unnatural vixen has designs on him. He will need
to find his cousin, the sexy cat woman, and more importantly, he will
need to garner the knowledge to help his cousin. This sirene needs to be
played carefully. A high stake poker game has already commenced.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She has the home-field advantage. Some magic she certainly possesses. Her
body is a huge distraction, one which she certainly knows how to wield
best. Experience, she retains the knowledge of its extent. Unknown to
what weapons she may be concealing, Jacob sums up his observations. All
he possesses is a keen mind and the knowledge that she does not know the
extent of what he has witnessed. He does intuitively know this is a
battle of wills.
Much like the give-and-take relationship he has with his cousin, Laura
seems to operate on a similar principle. She can call him to come, and he
will, but he intends to go anyway for his purpose. Nothing he has ever
witnessed before can explain what has occurred on this property. All of
his answers must be here. Somehow he will need access to this home and
the secrets it contains. Tim may be of some help from some of the gossip
going around.
"Let's see the goods," Laura casually states.
Jacob deep in thought on exploring someone's home; he doesn't even know,
does not follow. He is surprised that she is already up and had advanced
on him and is undoing his shirt buttons. His shirt is already undone and
being untucked before his hands involuntarily move to defend his virtue.
"All my sculptures are emulating the human form, the beautiful naked
human form," she iterates as she waves her delicate hand as if unveiling
her collection for the first time. She playfully yanks his shirt back off
his shoulders, folding it back on itself, effectively pinning his arms at
his sides. Smiling, she undoes his belt buckle and forcefully unbuttons
his jeans. The zipper follows, and she pushes his pants down while
removing his leather belt.
"Kick off your shoes; I must see your feet. They can be so erotic. I know
you must have sculptable feet. Ugly feet can ruin the sculpture."
Laura talked while she went over and grabbed a few more pieces of
firewood and added to the fire's fuel. She did not want her guest to
become chilled. Jacob managed to free himself from his clothes, standing
in his tight whites. He moved his hands in front of his stomach.
"Come over closer to the fire. I want to see your form by the fire's
flickering light. And take off those silly-looking shorts."
"We just ate lunch; my stomach is popped out," Jacob complained.
"I didn't know you were so vain. We are not sculpting now. I know your
stomach will not be like that when we start working."
Jacob had reasoned that if he modeled for her, it would give more
opportunities to find what he needed to help Lulu if he could find her.
He was surprised to see Laura holding a dish containing warm water and a
straight razor. She is prepared.
"What is that for?
"I want to have a taste, and I don't like hairs caught in my teeth."
A naked Jacob had only ever dreamed of something like this. An older
woman in a green satin number resembling a French maid's uniform minus
the apron offering the unthinkable--her tan breasts heaving with
excitement at what she was proposing. The straight razor was an object of
intimidation, though. No young man wants an implement of destruction held
anywhere near his penis. And Jacob thinks back to watching Luke have all
of his body hair removed with that hellish implement. At the time, it was
fun watching his scarred face as she repeatedly drew it across his flesh,
changing the nature and texture of his skin. What she did after with the
makeup and nail polish was something Jacob would not stand for. If he had
a choice, Luke certainly would not have stood for it either, but God was
his degradation so satisfying to watch.
He is not tied to an inescapable "X" frame. An opportunity like this does
not come up every day. Her innocent face is begging to perform something
that he has only dreamed about. He nods his head in agreement. She has a
garment that she adds to her dress, a white lacey apron. The vision is
complete, and Jacob's knees go weak.
At first, she adapts a kind of duck walk while placing her supplies on
the floor. Jacob's hardon reaches new heights as she washes his hairy
appendage. She moves to a kneeling position to gain stability as she
starts to remove the offensive growth.
Jacob looks away as his hardon flattens as the straight razor comes into
contact with his skin. He sees Lulu sitting and watching with her
unblinking eyes. That cat creeps him out. Rinsing the soap away, Laura
starts tasting Jacob's most private, clean-shaven, prized possession.
She leans back on her haunches and clears away the bowls and towels with
her left hand while holding Jacob in her right while absent-mindedly
licking his ever so soft growing penis. Reaching up to the table, she
takes a bowl off of it and dips her hand in it, taking what appears to be
spices in olive oil. Her hand coats Jacob's penis much like Jacob had
covered his feminized cousin in the fragrant oil out in the barn. Rubbing
the substance into his aggravated skin and feeling the silky texture
becoming more so, she cleans the remnants off her hand with one of the
towels.
Jacob finds this whole thing strangely erotic. Laura is smiling up at
Jacob, watching for his reaction. Clean-shaven, standing at attention and
apparently spiced to taste, Laura seems to be waiting in her submissive
position for permission to proceed. Her thumb and index finger are
wrapped around the base of his cock, causing the blood to stay in the
engorged appendage. Her piercing eyes bore into his, and the next move is
up the Jacob.
"Please," was all the young Jacob could muster.
Laura closed her eyes and wetted the tip of his "monster." Tounge first
and leaning forward allowed her tongue to recede as her painted lips
advanced over his circumcised end. Watching from above, her angelic face
advanced down to the base of his pelvis while her tongue rubbed the
entire length of his shaft. She had created a seal, and the suction was
well-practiced. Nothing could be accomplished this well the first time
out.
Moving slowly back out to the tip, her cleavage is again brought back
into view. Slowly retaking the whole length, Jacob can view her shining
legs crossed over each other as her high heels flex with the enjoyment of
being filled as she is in control. "God, she has a beautiful ass," Jacob
thinks as he lets out a whimper of satisfaction.
The whimper causes Jacob's face to burn red. Laura, however, does not
open her made-up eyes. She is so into what she is doing that she seems to
be in a trance. Slowly in and out, changing the view for the receiver,
again and again, giving pleasure the likes of which he has probably never
experienced, brings all of her efforts to the point of no return.
Never did she speed up her ministrations, but at some point, Jacob
realized that the oil and spice had been rubbed all over everywhere she
can reach. Eyes half-closed most of the time and closed some of the time
to truly experience one of nature's true bounties Jacob just thought she
was getting into this.
His father had given Jacob some sound advice. Jacob, at the time, thought
it was gross and didn't want to be discussing such things with a parent.
"Let a girl know when you are about to come." Now his advice was obvious.
If you would like a second performance, courtesy is a must.
"Laura, I'm going to come," he said as he tried to pull back as what he
thought a gentleman should do.
Laura instead drew his member solidly into her throat and increased the
suction. He came, and Laura received her desired confection. But there
was something more. The ejaculation popped down her throat, but
afterward, something followed as she continued to suck and lick, enticing
as much of whatever comes after the spunk.
No one has ever mentioned something other than getting your rocks off.
What could have been the extra? Maybe she is just that good that Jacob
felt something different. Looking over, Jacob sees Lulu on the table.
That stupid cat watched the whole time.
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