Summer of 93 rsquo Nothing Compares To You Part VII
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DON'T BE TOO FAMILIAR VII
Worn out, but victorious, Jessica rearranges her pillows to be absolutely
comfortable. Wearing the sexiest lingerie and dumbfounded as to today's
turn of events. She is now safe and powerful. Three hours earlier, she was
about to pass out inside a ceramic sculpture that she did not model for
but was a form to be developed. Two days prior, she was a nonmacho boy
accustomed to being doted on by a bevy of enthusiastic older gentlemen.
They would go apeshit when he, dressed in sexy woman's clothes, would pull
up to the bar with his dress tucked under his tucked back penis on the
Harley vibrating his midsection. Swinging his smooth legs covered in
pantyhose off the powerful bike did something to everyone that witnessed
this individual with a lithe body.
It is like an ultra-sexy music video displaying the new up-and-coming sexy
young wet dream with electronics that will fix her lack of talent. The
visual is so stimulating that no one will care if she can sing or not.
When he makes his way swinging his hips towards the bar, even somewhat
sexy girls get disappointed at the new arrival that will steal attention
from their endeavors. Jacob will get his fill of free drinks and only have
to let a few dirty older men cop a feel now and then. Leaving was always
tricky; some gentlemen felt that their contributions by way of expensive
drinks should net them at least a nice blow job.
Now, she is all woman--a witch, in fact. The person that had evil designs
on her is now adorning her incredible body. The first spell that she tried
has worked. A despicable individual now decorates her body in a very
flattering way. Oh yes, when Jessica plays with her new sensitive nipples,
a sensation of absolute enjoyment commences down below. Her new asymmetric
garment continues eating her out. "Well, she wanted to eat me, now she
can...forever," Jessica mussed to herself.
My God, she needs to see what pantyhose feel like now. She enjoyed the
feeling immensely as a male presenting female. Nothing gives that feminine
feel so much as pantyhose do. What will it feel like wearing hosiery with
her magical garment eating her out?
Out of bed, Jessica starts to explore her drawers. She is smaller than
Laura was. Everything is smaller to facilitate being sculpted. The
sculptures were intended to be produced at a normal size, so the form
needed to be made thinner and smaller to accommodate the end product. She
hoped that the pantyhose she was eyeing would fit her small frame.
Picking the gossamer material up, Jessica immediately understands these
are also magical. Placing her sexy feet in this ultra-feminine material
feels so good. It's indescribable. The hose is reacting. Whoever was
cursed into this item is out of control sexually. The bliss of Jessica's
feet and legs sliding inside whatever position forced on this individual
brings multiple and continuous orgasms to the hosiery. The pantyhose are
being fucked perpetually by being donned.
The look is very pleasing and prompts Jessica to explore the closet. Five-
inch heels decked out in lamb's skin look irresistible. Someone else is
reacting sexually to being worn. Three individuals are now experiencing
elevated sexual desires. Their only existence is to be worn and sexually
gratified to the extremes by being used as intended.
Standing in front of a mirror, Jessica admires her new form. The lingerie
and accessories add to her excitement. Two of her clothing items are
lapping at her vagina. If she knew there were others, Laura would have
been set to rim her asshole instead. Laying back in bed propped up on a
large assortment of pillows, Jessica starts to rub her new breasts with
vigor. The resulting orgasm is very pleasing. She needs to think, but now
is not the time.
Wait, she thinks to herself. Laura didn't understand how Jessica could
transfigure her. It was tricky getting Laura positioned just right,
especially as the partially transforming specimen starts doubling down,
pleasing the vagina that their new form will be intimate with every time
they are worn. The orgasmic feelings are rocking the physical state and
getting glimpses into the victim's thoughts as they realize too late what
is essentially going to be their fate. Well, it makes manipulating a
slippery mass of transforming flesh and material quite difficult. She had
the basic idea of what she wanted Laura to become and was delighted that
she did indeed come close to her desired end product.
When Laura realized what she was about to become, Jessica had gushed
juices as an orgasm hit hard. It was nearly crippling her efforts to
produce her trophy. Jessica focused her mind and overcame the
difficulties. Her new lingerie was worth the herculean effort to maintain
focus as she felt her nemesis become lost in perpetual sexual bliss.
In some ways, it had turned out nicer than what she had envisioned. The
thick white lace malleable skirt added a touch of class and innocence. She
liked the way it rubbed her thighs as she moved around. Jessica wonders if
the individual being transfigured has input into the final form or happens
as part of the victim's nature.
Absentmindedly rubbing the lace over her hose-covered thigh while gently
grasping her left nipple through the material, she decides to get her book
and peruse through it. The added pressure on the floor delivers a feeling
of sexual arousal, starting with the five-inch heels and transferring
through the hosiery and into Laura, who attacks Jesica's pussy. This
attack is welcome.
Walking over to the podium, Jessica comments, "This is going to take a lot
of getting used to." Halfway to the stand, she removes the heels as the
orgy she is orchestrating by walking across the room becomes too much
sexual energy. The heels exciting the hose, and in turn, the lingerie is
causing two invisible tounges to double down on Jessica's overexcited
vagina.
Retrieving the book and settling in her bed, she tries not to move too
much as she enjoys the ministrations her delicate outfit is delivering.
Placing the book in her lap and opening it with reverence leaves the
binding in contact with its former mistress. The book knows that its
additional weight is pressing Laura's mouth deeper into Jessica's moist
crotch. If a book can be content, this one is.
Jessica finds out that there are potions to turn people into sexual
garments. They are complicated potions and take a lot of time. Laura was
transfigured by comparison in moments; the other items were long drawn out
torturous affairs.
The lambskin heels were someone Lura must have wanted an act of terrible
revenge. She had changed them into a lamb girl and then a sheep.
Continuing feeding the potion, Laura had put a dish down for the lamb to
lap on the remainder. Once the lamb was busy devouring the aphrodisiac
potion, she slid both of her feet deep into its uterus. She sat there for
four hours as the poor thing became a set of sexy high heels perfectly
formed to Laura's dainty feet. Now lost in sexual bliss, anytime Laura
felt like rubbing it in, her shoes were literally fucked every time they
were worn.
Satisfied, Jessica fell asleep holding the book against her soft
curvaceous body. Tomorrow she will need to see if things can be reversed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Waking to the Louisiana morning bringing light to a new day, Jessica has
much to consider. Opening her eyes, she feels the book between her legs.
Afraid that she may have damaged it in her sleep, her eyes shoot open,
worried for her coconspirator. Seeing the book, or feeling that it is
well-rested and content, she is relieved--moments before she dreams of
being trapped in her earthenware. Then she feels Laura and another cursed
soul still busy at her pussy.
Sitting on the side of her bed, she removes her clothes. Leaving them in a
heap on the floor, she heads for a nice warm shower to clear her head.
"What am I going to do?" Jessica asks out loud.
She knows something big is coming, by the preparations underway. She
misses her Father. Her best friend and Cousin is still missing after she
attacked her ("him"). She doesn't know if these changes are reversible.
And she is starving. She hasn't eaten for two days. Then it hits her. She
runs dripping to the can. Onions port and garlic are leaving the building.
And they are going quickly.
A couple of apples will be an immediate necessity. Jessica knows it is
counter-intuitive, but apples do stop diarrhea. Then some everything
bagels and eggs, cream cheese and bacon. Solid food easy on the spices is
what the doctor ordered. And coffee, lots and lots of coffee.
Back in the shower, she doesn't think toilet paper will do the job;
Jessica cleans up. Finding something simple to wear, she throws a brown
sheath dress over her naked body. Pulling her luxurious auburn hair back,
she ties a matching cloth making a high ponytail. The neglected heels are
irresistible as they match the outfit perfectly. Slipping them on, she
heads down to the kitchen to rustle up some much-needed grub.
At the landing, she takes stock of herself in the giant mirror. The shoes
are very manageable as the hose doesn't connect straight to her pleasure
center. The elevated sexual experience is primarily the cursed individual
being used, brought to euphoric heights of arousal. This translates into
nothing more than a nice foot massage and a slight tingle from wearing a
cursed soul. She notices how very sexy she looks. Even with soaking wet
hair and no makeup, Jessica is a sexual bomb. The mirror also shows the
very rich appointments that this new sexy creature currently has ownership
of.
A grumble of her stomach reminds her to locate a few apples. Navigating in
extremely high heels, she wonders if her heel's magical aspect helps her
balance in them. If so, these heels will see a lot of action over the next
few weeks. Turning, she sees Stubby Lulu. Sitting at the bottom of the
stairs is the other coconspirator she was worried about. Looking at her
sometimes foe, sometimes best friend and now familiar, is it possible for
a cat to shrug its shoulders?
Together again, this pair seems destined for a love-hate relationship. The
sexy damp mistress of the estate, transversing the hardwood floors flanked
by her black cat with a short tail, enters the kitchen to a hubbub of
activity. Toby hands her a cup of black coffee. The look on Jessica's face
prompts him to ask, "cream or sugar?"
"Cream and a saucer of it for Stubs."
The cousins exchange glances, and that is settled. Stubs is a cooler name.
Resolving such things in an expedited manner only comes from years of
close approximation with each other. Even if stubs could not talk, they
would have an understanding. Drinking her coffee looking like a posed
model for vogue or some other ladies magazine, they must understand what
everyone is preparing for. And God does that sow smell so good.
She is grabbing an apple from the counter. Jessica starts to counteract
the internal stuffing that she had ingested. It hits her hard that her
life was almost forfeit. In some ways, it still has been. Jacob seems a
long off memory. Jacob is not here. A sexy woman that reeks of garlic and
onions is. One that is so well endowed that even the strange aroma would
not dissuade most young bucks from having a go.
"How are the preparations coming along? And do you all understand the
importance of this gathering?"
The cat seems to approve.
Wait a minute; Stubs was Laura's familiar. The look that Jesica gave the
cat was not missed. Stubs is in danger. Quietly the cat informed Jessica
that Laura was keeping many things from him. She wanted the sacrifice to
go off without a hitch. So two transformed individuals have no idea what
is about to transpire. They are in the thick of a precarious incident and
need a way to garner their next move.
The wheels that have been set in motion speak of a large dangerous
gathering. The meal that is planned is cut by two-thirds. No goats and no
Jessica will be on the menu. The sculpture has been cleaned up. There are
no longer sharp shards on the floor from Jessica's explosive escape from
her tasty future. The heat consumes the spilled oil from her escape due to
the tended pig cooking. The absence of Laura is the only evidence that
anything had transpired.
Jessica, consuming her bagel and eggs, notices the neanderthal Abraham
staring hungrily at her. She does not understand his stupidity. He
witnessed her absorbing Laura's power and quickly subduing the treacherous
witch; why would he think he can have his way with her?
Quickly eating as much as her stomach will allow, Jesica gives off a vibe
of discomfort. This is all new to her. Even being a her is unknown. It
seems that everyone around her knows more than she does. Playing catchup
in dangerous times makes everything more surreal.
Standing with as much authority as she can muster, Jessica smoothes her
dress and tells the cat to "come." Her heels are enjoying the extra
pressure, and Abraham is enjoying the view he has from above. Feeling
very small, she heads for the safety of her bedroom. She can feel his eyes
on her ass as she starts up the stairs.
In her room, Stubs and Jessica start to unravel what they think is the
upcoming event. Stubs seems to have been kept in the dark about when and
what is exactly happening.
The book opened to a passage sitting on its podium. Carrying the cat over
to the open verses a sexy witch holding a shiny cat stands reading while
the cat also reads ancient knowledge. She is comforted stroking the soft
animal while discovering Laura's true intent for what was to happen on
this month's full moon.
Indeed, Jessica was being prepared to offer up her life force. Not just to
Laura, but to a large group of witches, and part of her would have
remained in the sculpture. The lion's share would go to Laura, the witch
that snared the victim, but an offering to her coven is expected. Jessica
brought her cat into a hug as she stroked the animal's back. She realized
that the moisturizer she used was offensive because it would not have
tasted good. She literally was basting herself for weeks, adding flavor to
what would have been a very slow-cooked piece of meat.
She walked back over to the bed carrying the book and Stubs. She didn't
even notice the foot massage the excited heels were imparting to her. She
could not finish reading standing up. Kicking the heels off, she laid
across the bed in a fashion that Stubs could look on as she read through
the passages that will reveal the knowledge she needs.
When she got to the part about eating the man's seed to gain longevity and
knowledge, the cat rolled on its side and seemed to be laughing.
"Abraham seems to be a willing donor," Stubs said between cat laughs.
The laughing turned into choking. A pissed-off Jessica suddenly became
concerned until Stubby Lulu spits out a giant disgusting fur ball. The
irony, not lost on friends that need to work together to get out of this
impossible situation, is appreciated. Jessica becomes inspired.
If she wears her special garments, it will help her enjoy what she knows
will be a very distasteful experience. Sliding her pantyhose up her naked
form first, she immediately feels talented lips and tongue working her
labia. She tilts her head back and feels her long auburn hair cascading
down the nape of her neck. Removing her dress, she picks Laura up off the
floor.
"Time to earn your keep you hungry little bitch." Standing naked in front
of the oversized mirror, wearing an eager pair of pantyhose, she holds out
the garment that was once Laura. She was a well-put-together woman. As a
piece of lingerie, she is stunning. Sliding the silky garment up her
satiny-covered leg is almost enough to give Jessica an orgasm. Thinking of
what she is about to call Abraham for, she decides that this may work.
Once entirely in place, Jessica can't help but adjust her tits in the
cups. This brings on a new crescendo of lapping at her vaginal lips and
labia. It is almost too much at first. Her heaving chest starts to slow
down as she overcomes what these clothes were slated to do.
Looking at the heels, she decides that maybe wearing them will be too
much. Jessica heads to the top of the stairs and calls Abraham.
"Yes, Mistress," he answers but not with reverence.
"Please join me; I have something that needs discussing with you."
At the top of the stairs seeing the huge man ascending the stairs two at a
time, she headed back into her room and stepped into her heels. The
feeling is exquisite. Three souls administering to her she is sexually
charged and ready for- anything? Even Abraham, possibly.
"Go take a shower; you stink. Then we can talk."
She did not know how long she can hold out, but she wasn't going to suck
someone who is not clean. When Abraham emerged from the shower, she had
removed his clothes, leaving only a large towel. The naked moist man
appeared without any embarrassment. She directed him to on the side of her
bed, telling him to sit quietly. She wished that she had shooed Stubs out
of the room, but it was too late.
Taking up the space between his knees, Abraham knows what he was about to
receive. Indeed, this is a whole lot easier as three souls add to your
excitement. Why is he so fucking smug? Jessica wants this over, so she
leans in and takes his tip directly into her mouth. Sucking and moving
forward, she is rewarded with Abraham grabbing her head and face fucking
her. She has lost control and quickly receives a volume of seed that
exceeds all expectations. Choking and gagging, Jessica receives nothing
but cum and a lot of it. What has splashed down her throat makes it hard
to breathe. Some has gone up her nostrils. She is now coughing and
hacking, much like Stuuby Lulu trying to get a furball out.
"Next time, swallow. It is so much easier. You'll learn," Offered Abraham
as he gathered up his pants and pulled his clothes on. Winking, he left
her room, and the displeasing display ongoing before him.
"Well, that didn't work out too well, now did it?"
The cat is horrified. The clothes helped, but the volume of seed fucked up
everything. The book turned its page. Of course, there was more to it than
that. Who can give a blow job correctly the first time? It sure would have
been nice if the book made known that information before she attempted to
milk her first victim.
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