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DON'T BE TOO FAMILIAR VIII
Jessica ran to the bathroom and threw up. Rinsing her mouth and gargling,
she did her best to rid herself of her failed attempt at punishing her
disrespectful minion. Stubs followed her into the room, concerned for
her. Brushing her teeth and repeatedly spitting, she just wished
everything could be normal again.
Standing with both hands grasping the sink, wearing clothes that were
adulating unseen by anyone but the wearer, she gathers her strength. She
needs to know what has gone wrong and can she and Stubs become Jacob and
Luke again. The image reflecting in the mirror is striking. A beautiful
aburn-crowned woman in a classy negligee is studying her reflection.
Jessica is determined to get answers.
She turns from the sink, having cleaned herself to the best of her
abilities. The ministrations of her garments go unnoticed. Jessica
stiffly walks over to her book. The book has just pulled a fast one on
her and left her to become engulfed in her servant's seed. The extreme
embarrassment of being used does not sit well with the new witch. Did the
book cause this out of spite or for an object lesson?
Jacob has always taken stock before acting. The first impulse is to rip
the book asunder. She remembers the fate of Laura. How can she not? Even
as she thinks of her, Laura is tormented sexually. Adorning Jessica's
body with her altered lips and tongue perpetually lapping at Jesica's
sex. Jessica is very proud to have accomplished rendering what was a
powerful witch into a beautiful garment. Seeing how badly things can go
wrong with her latest attempt, she is very thankful that she is not on
the menu for the upcoming event.
No, the book was instrumental in Laura's downfall. Laura's ill-treatment
of the ancient book netted terrible results. An angry Jessica controlled
her impulses and started stroking the binding along the handsome
craftsmanship decorating its pages. This produced a positive response,
and the book reveals that indeed she can reverse what a vanquished witch
has cast.
Having already learned a valuable lesson, she reads on. The danger of
switching herself and her familiar back becomes complicated due to the
unprotected reality of not being a witch. Furthermore, a time limit is
also involved, something to do with lunar movements. Why would it matter
if she is no longer a witch?
Then it hits her; the coven will not receive the offering. Some may even
want what belonged to Laura. What if they are her friends? They will
know, somehow, Jacob bested Laura and will want revenge. They may wish to
have revenge anyhow.
For the time being, Jessica and Stubs are stuck. So what went wrong with
taking some of Abraham's manhood? Pleasuring the book seems to reveal
wanted knowledge the quickest. Jessica rolls her eyes, thinking the book
was open to the desired page, but she just had to find out if she could
get their lives back. Once the book is satisfied, Jessica reads that only
the most experienced witch can curse another while using a cursed item.
She was using her unique clothes to make the mood acceptable, which
ruined her intended goal.
Now she is left with the reality that she still needs information that
she feels dangerous to ask directly. Time is running out, and her minion
has an overinflated view of himself. Stubs is good moral support, but
Laura did hide knowledge from him just in case. She will need to perform
again, but unaided. Fear of doing just that and fear of not doing what
she has concluded is necessary sends her to the bathroom sink to wash her
face.
Taking stock in the mirror, she can not help but notice that she is a
sexy, vibrant female. She is no longer Jacob. Adding cosmetics as she
possesses knowledge from several of Laura's victims how to do an
admirable job, she sees confirmation as her sexy face is enhanced.
Reaching into their collective memories, she latches onto Matilda's
propensity for enjoying head.
Settling into these memories, her nipples start to constrict, causing
Laura to lap much harder at her opening. Jessica removes the three cursed
clothing items and proceeds to pour a bath. Abraham will shortly be
giving his life force in the form of masculinity to Jessica. Scented
natural perfumes she adds to her bath. Norman turned; Debby loved to
relax in a tub. An understanding started to dawn on Jessica. One hundred
and thirteen sculptures can be drawn upon to navigate pleasurably through
almost any situation.
Relaxing in the tub, Jessica, drawing on Matilda the whore's memories,
could not wait to teach Abraham a solid lesson. Laura, at some point,
must have chosen Matilda to become a sculpture for her unique life
experiences. Jessica still has the memory of how delicious Matilda was.
The fear in her eyes right before she passed out was almost as tasty.
Definitely, escaping this life is necessary. It will have to wait until
after the feast of celebration.
Out of the tub and patting herself dry, Jessica calls Abraham to come to
her chamber. She doesn't care that the whole house heard her demand. A
whore has little pride, and what pride they do have involves performance.
Abraham can be overheard telling his fellow servants that he will shortly
be making Jessica squeal.
Quickly climbing the stairs to claim his prize, Abraham sees Jessica
smiling in her bedroom mirror. She is naked and posing for his benefit.
She tilts her head, indicating his position from earlier.
"Do you want me to clean up?"
She says nothing but walks over to Abraham. The walk may not be the best
term. Glides saunters, sways, moves enticingly, mesmerizes Abraham,
smoothly taking position between his legs. Undoing his button and
removing his pants down to his knees, she pulls at his tighty whities and
wonders how long he will be wearing this style. The desire welling up in
her is fantastic. She can not wait to taste his flesh.
The change in attitude makes the self-assured minion lose some
confidence. Starting to stand, Jessica puts pressure down on his hairy
thighs. She is already attacking his excited pole. Delicious, she thinks
to herself as the suction increases. Abraham looks down to see her hair
cascading in every direction over his lap. Her expert tongue and lips
with her soft hair will not take much more effort to get her desired
results. Abraham can be considered an early starter. Just five back and
forth swallows down his pole, and Jessica is already swallowing all he
has to offer, and her excitement is drawing something more. Energy is
flowing. She is receiving what she sought.
Abraham has just had a large portion of his manhood removed. Matilda can
suck a man dry. Jessica has now demonstrated this attribute. Abraham
notices nothing; no one will. He is still very macho but less so. Jessica
now has an additional life force and knowledge of what is to come.
She was right not to ask directly. She would have been misdirected.
Everyone here has motives. She can fill in Stubs about the grave threat
that will happen in the next four days. The witches will be arriving, and
they will know immediately Laura has been replaced. Somehow they will
understand the power of the replacement, and that will determine their
actions.
While explaining their situation, she notices Stubbs eyeing her new
feminine naked form. The cat has the hots for her body. This makes
Jessica uncomfortable. Stubbs notices and gets embarrassed, having been
caught out.
"I haven't been a cat for too long yet, you know," Stubbs said
defensively.
Rightfully so, Jessica has a stripper's body and a face that melts harden
criminals. She is one hot piece of ass, and Stubbs has just witnessed her
sexual prowess sucking off Abraham in record time. And she is still
naked.
Jessica finds some clothes that are just that. Clothes and nothing more.
Sexy, conservative power traditional outfit that covers but still somehow
leaves nothing to the imagination. She will go downstairs and direct her
staff, knowing all of them are wondering about her fate. There is a
countdown. She wonders if there is a pool.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Entering the kitchen, she starts making plans for the protein substitute
necessary to replace the goats and herself. Chickens are the only
alternative as the slow roasting now will not allow for large creatures.
Three days hence forty-five chickens will need to be added to the
rotisserie. Additional side dishes will need to be cooked. Several menus
are planned. The event is not just a one-day affair. Jessica can not help
but think back on serving Abraham. So tasty, Matilda is becoming
ingrained.
Grabbing Abraham's hand, she leads him upstairs. Abraham is a little
smaller and a lot less aggressive when he rejoins the workforce. No one
will notice, this is not how magic works, but some seem uncomfortable
around him now. Abraham is no longer the super bully he once was. Jessica
can't seem to get enough. Abraham will be wearing pantys to the banquet.
Every opportunity she has finds Abraham with his pants down and his
manhood diminishing as Jessica feeds on it. The Matilda aspect seems to
be growing on her. Jacob finds this detestable and vows to find a safe
way to return to his and Luke's normal existence.
Everything in hand, Jessica decides to go out. She needs a break. The
little red convertible in the garage suits her needs for this evening.
Rolling with the punches is an area that Jacob excels. These last two
months, though, are more than anyone should have to adjust to. She needs
to clear her head and let her hair down. Yes, she knows being a cat must
be more of an adjustment than being human in any form. She needs to have
some time to herself.
Studying her book and piecing together vast contingencies of memories,
she understands that reversing Laura's curse will only apply to herself.
Luke is lost. She can't impart this information to Luke right now. She
has only been a woman now for a little under a week. Trying out skills
from sacrifices that adorn her great room Jesica has a practice run
fitting into her new (temporary?) life.
A soak in a bubble bath followed with patting down her new feminine skin.
There is no need to shave, as being a witch somehow omits the need. Her
skin is still very soft, having basted herself for a month straight.
Still, she adds goat milk lotion infused with lavender liberally
everywhere on her naked form. While the beeswax and jojoba oil draw the
goatmilk and lavender into her skin, she sits at her vanity and applies
evening makeup.
Pleased with the results, she paints a soft pink polish on her toes and
then, looking at her hands, realizes how elegant they look. Adding the
paint to her fingernails, she reflects that this is not so bad. The
quick-drying polish reminds her of magic. It is nice being a beautiful
woman, as it turns out. Testing the polish with her tongue, she proceeds
to get dressed.
A bra decorated in white lace holds her breasts in a sensual caress.
Slightly pushed together and presented in their best light, she is
astounded that this body is flexible enough to fasten this foreign
contraption so easily. A garter belt next fits around her midsection. The
feeling is different from anything she has ever worn before. The little
elastic hanging bands move enticingly against her thighs. Sitting on the
small bench, she slowly rolls silk stockings up her legs. The visual is
sex personified. The textile feeling is almost as good as her cursed
pantyhose. Straightening the seams causes other sensual sensations across
her smooth skin. White lace panties go over her stockings allowing access
if needed.
Jessica is feeling very sexy, engulfing herself with these feminine
articles. Letting a one-piece slip float down over this ensemble allows
her to see herself truly as a woman of desire. The mirror's reflection
does not lie. The garter pulls delicately as she walks to her closet. A
tan dress that will go so well with the lambskin shoes grabs her
attention. Quickly dressing and placing her feet in the magical shoes,
she decides to forgo fixing her hair as several souls relate this basic
knowledge. The convertible will mess it up anyhow, she knows.
Sitting in the coup, she feels like she needs to find herself. So much
has changed, and some of these changes are enjoyable. Placing her heels
on the clutch and gas pedal, bring her silken legs in contact with each
other. The small movements of her slender muscles rubbing against the
silken hose and each other are electrifying. If she goes back to being
Jacob, this feeling will be missed.
Looking down, she likes what she sees. Her legs are looking good and in
control of a well-made machine. Looking up into the rearview mirror, she
notices the artistic job she has done on her makeup. Then looking past,
she puts her vehicle into reverse. She is off, and it already feels of
freedom. This is the right thing to do.
The curvy back roads are so fun navigating. Catching glimpses of her face
in the mirror or her colored nails on the steering wheel, the new form
she has become begs acceptance as a superior existence. Her silken thighs
sliding slightly against the leather of her seat bring her to a
conclusion. She didn't have a choice in this happening, but god, it feels
good. She feels alive for the first time in a while.
The past week was survival. Now she is moving past just surviving.
Feeling her shoes react to her pumping the clutch and gas, she wonders if
the constant arousal is pleasant for the sexy shoes. She undoubtedly is
enjoying her new form. Does the magic make it so? Does it make you desire
to be what it has inflicted upon you? Can she live this life?
She has enjoyed the attention she has given Abraham. She doesn't want to
enjoy it, but the power over someone else is intoxicating. Pleasuring him
while taking his source of power, especially since he lorded it over her,
is thrilling in more ways than one. Laura had evil plans for him. Now,
Jessica can see the draw. As he changes from a musclebound henchman into
a less confident feminine creature, she can see taking things much
further.
Pulling into a backwoods bar at the edge of a small town, Jesica feels at
home in these seedy little bars. Jacob has had many conquests in just
such places and has many fond memories of them. Exiting her little
convertible, she notices everything is so different. The clothes mandate
a whole new way of movement and impart new exotic feelings.
The short act of exiting her car seems to be a contortion performance.
Swiveling sideways and placing her heeled feet on the compacted gravel
parking lot, she feels her heels reacting. Grabbing the steering wheel
and pulling herself up while trying to pull her purse into position over
her shoulder, she is glad the turned-on shoes help her balance. A smile
comes to her face thinking about how bad a show it might be, as a sexy
woman might fall on her face simply by trying to exit her car. Women do
make this simple act look easy.
Once she is standing, things are much more manageable. Walking into the
bar, the first thing she realizes is that she is overdressed. The whole
bar pauses to see who is entering their waterhole and then a very
uncomfortable silence. Out of place is an understatement. Jessica is
momentarily caught off guard. Moving forward, she regains her confidence.
She has come to let her hair down, and she intends to.
She wants to order walking up to the bar, but three "gentlemen" want to
buy her a drink. They are not too tactful, and truth be told, if they
already didn't have a snootful, they never would have approached her.
"Don't bother the lady, boys," Derick emphasized boys.
"Who do you think you are, Ni..."
Hank's voice fell silent when he saw the look Derick flashed at him. The
other two turned on their heels and swiftly walked away. Hank backed up
to a safe distance. The only time he was this intimidated in his life is
when his drunk friend went to take a piss and left him alone in his
backyard with the three wolves he owned.
"I'm sorry about their behavior, mam."
Ever the gentleman, Derick started to head for his table.
Jessica has never had anyone come to her rescue before. She ordered a
screwdriver but wanted a lemon added to the drink. While she waited for
her drink, she decided she liked how Derick defended her. In a small way,
it turned her on. She looked at her shoes and felt they were enjoying
themselves. Looking in his direction, she watched him pouring over papers
on the table in front of himself. He wasn't even looking in her
direction.
Piercing her lips and holding them askew, she signaled the bartender to
make it two and two doubles at that. Paying and tipping well, she headed
to Derick's table. The whole bar watched as she walked the only way her
new body would let her. Standing in front of Derick, she watched as he
noticed her expensive shoes and followed her sculpted legs to the short
hem of her dress. Onward he lifted his head, appreciating the show of a
well-dressed woman standing with two drinks in hand. The grooming he
understood to be of high class. Expensive taste in clothes and flawless
makeup. Once his eyes concentrated on her face having passed the sensual
upturned breasts, he looked expectantly into her eyes.
The smile that spread across his face stunted Jessica's ability to talk
for a moment. While he wondered why her hair is trashed, he waited for
her next move. She just shrugged and offered him one of the refreshing
drinks. He took it and gestured for her to join him. Sitting next to him,
she ended up uncomfortably close and wondered what was going on. Jacob
never fell apart like this.
She wanted to let her hair down, and now she was more uptight and
flummoxed than ever. Taking a sip, she was glad Derick did the same and
liked the simple additive of the lemon juice. Raising his eyebrows, he
smiled again, making Jessica's heart beat faster. His chiseled jawline
and flawless skin did something to her.
He was putting his papers back into vanilla sleeves. Everything is
organized and neat. What started very uncomfortable soon transformed into
familiar comfort and petting. Derick is endearing himself to Jessica like
a long-lost friend. Three drinks in Jessica and Derick are kissing softly
in the dim bar light. She wants to know what it feels like to have
someone make love to her. It would be crazy to turn back and not to have
experienced what it feels like. And Derick needs to be her lover tonight.
"Let's get out of here, Derick."
Paying the bill, she drags her man into the fresh night air. Seeing her
car, he now understands the disconnect with her hair. He enjoys her
company, but his radar is piqued several times. Derick has had many
relationships head south quickly and has learned to listen to his
internal warnings. Being a lawyer and the reason that he too was
overdressed in this country bar has made him suspicious of people in
general. Having the one issue cleared up makes him willing to follow her
to her home.
Arriving, Jessica is thrilled when Derick opens her car door for her.
Swinging to her side, he offers his hand and gently lifts his prize to
her feet. Entering the magnificent house, she leads him directly to her
bedroom. Closing her door, she is embraced with passionate kisses. Slowly
they start to undress each other. Naked, Matilda is disappointed that he
does not want a blow job.
Instead, he wants to make love to her. Loosening her up, he licks her
nipples and moves south to her belly button. From there, he slid into her
slit and tongued it expertly. His hands are sliding up and down her well-
toned muscles. Moving up after sensing her excitement, he started kissing
her soft lips. He opened his eyes to watch her face as he penetrates her.
She clenches her eyes tighter as he is pushing in. Oh god, this is
heaven. Long slow in and out, stiff muscles are gliding back and forth,
entering and filling, exiting and being readied to come again. And then a
liquid hot and viscous pours into her. Her orgasm followed. It would have
been nice if it could have been timed together, but Derick has convinced
her to remain a woman. The difference between male and female orgasms is
not comparable.
"That was wonderful, baby," Jessica coos to Derick.
His smile is infectious. She was proud that she made love to him and
robbed nothing from him but his seed. She liked him. Hell, it might be
love already.
"I hope you don't think badly of me, but I need something more," Derick
stated.
A quizzical look from Jessica soon had her turned on her stomach. Derick
liked to rim his conquests. She soon found herself on the receiving end
of an expert rim job. Derick is excellent at his desired fetish. Jessica
soon finds herself becoming uncontrollably excited. The approaching
orgasm is something that causes people to write home.
So excited, she overlooks his muffled explicative as his chocolate skin
starts to morph into the most delicate, most sheer pantyhose engulfing
her lower body. The feeling is bliss. Until his body is wholly absorbed,
she doesn't realize that anything is wrong. Still very turned on by the
ministrations at her asshole, she now realizes she is wearing Derick.
Jumping out of bed and looking in the mirror, she scans the room, hoping
that he is elsewhere. No doubt she is wearing someone that she thinks she
loves. Throwing her face into her hands, she weeps at the loss. This is
not doable. To be this out of control is not something Jessica can't deal
with.
Throwing on her former boyfriend's dress shirt and grabbing his keys, she
heads down to put his car in one of the barns. She needs to get rid of
the evidence. Sitting in his car, she feels him eating her ass and
becomes distraught. Crying behind the wheel of his beamer, she wants to
take him off but somehow can not be separated from him.
Suddenly, she breaks. Her eyes become glassy. She is an evil bitch, and
heaven help whoever crosses her path. Derick feels wonderful. She can't
wait to go upstairs and put Lura back on. A stone-cold killer climbs the
stairs and finds Laura all cleaned by her staff.
"Come here, you cunt. Make me satisfied. If I can't have love, I'll have
satisfaction." Laura is roughly pulled on. Her mouth brought right to
Jessica's labia. The garment can't help but start lapping at her
tormentor. The sexual arousal is two-fold for Laura as she is joined by
an enthusiastic second party lapping at the other side. Laura hopes and
prays that Jessica will not wear the lawyer she turned into stilettos.
Her mind is the last thing she can hold onto. If she adds the shoes or,
god forbid, the other pantyhose, she may be lost forever. She can sense
that Jessica is becoming evil.
Jessica stands in front of her mirror in the bedroom. The outfit is to
die for. Nothing could match the look of what she is adorned with at this
moment. And, "oh, oh, oh, she rises to her tippy toes wishing that she
added an internal dildo to Laura. Admiring herself in the mirror, Jessica
suddenly breaks down into tears and collapses on the soft rug. Passed
out, the only knowledge that anything other than a beautiful girl has had
too much to drink is her very erect nipples poking at the cups of her
neglige.
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