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DON'T BE TOO FAMILIAR IX
Jessica is the worst person alive. She is enjoying her newfound power:
control power and satisfaction, lots and lots of pleasure. And fuck she
looks good, damn good. The soft yet solid feminine body is the ideal form
that women try to emulate. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admires
the lovely garment that once was Laura. Derick, poor Derick, covers her
sensual legs as they peek out from under the green with white lace one
piece. He feels good in so many ways. Her makeup is a mess; she notices
as her eyes move up her form that now stands on her toes evaluating the
piece of art she has become.
"Well, I can't be seen like this," she muses to herself. Today is a new
day, and she intends to take control. A smile comes to her face as she
washes the paint still residing on her face. While doing her makeup fresh
again, she decides to test her control and power.
Abraham, she calls to her boudoir. Wearing Derick and Laura, she has
Abraham sit in his usual place. Since she has been administering special
treatments on him, Abraham has become much more hygienic. Partially due
to what they get up to and because his habits are changing, becoming much
more feminine and clean. A look from Jessica and Abraham understands he
needs to disrobe.
His hesitation becomes obvious when his dress slacks reveal clean-shaven
tanned legs and the cutest little red panties. Jessica takes her place
between his smooth legs. The delicate panties he forgot to remove are not
a problem. Gently she hooks her finger under the waistband and wills them
to rip. The clean-shaven penis needs a little coaxing to come alive.
Jessica is up to the challenge.
Her delicate polished fingers scrape first, much like a cat might paw at
something. As his remaining manhood rises, she takes hold of what is now
still seven inches of man meat and guides it to her mouth. Taking the
whole of it down to its base, she lets her lustrous hair cover and tickle
his bare thighs. Back and forth, she coaxes the only reaction possible.
Wet saliva covering his velvety foreskin helps it glide in whatever
suction-induced direction she chooses. Matilda has taught her well.
The moment of truth arrives, and Abraham cums like never before. It has
taken fifteen minutes of sexual labor for Jessica to induce his reaction.
Tilting his head back in ecstasy, Abraham screams in satisfaction.
The screaming does not stop. Jessica feeds off the terror Abraham feels
as she consumes his manhood. Working his penis that just left him
vulnerable after ejaculating, she is taking much more than ever before.
Determined to triumph over those that oppose her, Abraham is her second
purposeful victim. She can feel her life force increase and doubles down
on the suction. His screams start to go to a higher register, and still,
Jessica is not satisfied. She sucks all the harder.
Abraham passes out. He is not the same person anymore. Shorter in stature
and skinnier than even Jesica had become after Laura had her way with
him, Abraham will need a new outfit. Jessica smiles at her test subject.
"Only the most experienced witches can curse someone while wearing a
cursed object," she repeats the writings of her book. Stepping into her
heels, she senses her clothes becoming more aroused. Adding to Laura's
discomfort, Jessica palms her breasts and rubs her distended nipples to
cause the most incredible effect she can. Laura is in deep. Figuratively
and literally, Laura starts lapping like never before.
Fetching her nail polish, she adorns Abraham's fingernails and toenails
with a bright polish. He is going to be so cute. Makeup subtle for a maid
but quite thick will be perfect. Perfume in excess so that everyone knows
when he is coming and indeed where he has been. A steel collar covered in
chrome snaps around his thin neck and looks beautiful. Wrist manacles
matching his collar look so nice against his tan skin. His small penis is
encased in a chastity device. She would hold the key, but there is not
one.
Piercing his ears in three places each, she puts silver loops in each.
His somewhat flabby chest he had as a muscle-bound man now seems to be
small breasts. The right pushup bra will make them look like presentable
breasts. She would let him dress but seeing the transformation unfold
before her eyes is too much fun. While pulling white crotchless pantyhose
up his smooth legs and white knickers to cover what is left of his
privates, Jessica eyes three choices for a pushup bra.
No, a corset will be a nice touch. Wrapping the new maid in a training
corset seems more evil than what she has taken from him. Power is so fun.
Abraham will only be able to take shallow breaths. The silks she is
engulfing him into will be his new reality. The corset holds his nipples
just north of its cups, and he will need to be careful how he moves not
to show everyone his exposed rosebud.
Yes, she decides, no bra for Abraham. Using the intercom, Jessica asks
Toby to bring the maid uniform and heels up to her bedroom. And, oh yes,
some smelling salts. Toby inquires, "what uniform and heels?"
"It should have been delivered yesterday."
The plain brown package and Toby soon appeared at her door.
"You can dress her, Toby."
"Thank you, mam," Toby answered.
Jessica wanted to know if Toby fancied Abby the maid. Indeed he did. Get
her dressed, and know her rosebud and tits are always available. "Just
make sure that I can hear her squeal when you take her," Jessica informed
Toby.
Fully dressed, in a silk maid's traditional uniform, Abby has smelling
salts waved under her nose. Coming out of her funk, s/he is in a new
reality. Unsteady but on her feet and disoriented, Abby is soon on the
receiving end of an enthusiastic Toby. Pressing against her back passage,
Toby soon penetrates her defenses. He is not out for a quick bang and
proceeds to gently rock Abby's world. And squeal she does. Her high-
pitched voice reverberates all over Jessica's chamber.
Jessica is delighted. Someone who thought he could control her is now
fodder of sexual delight. The once strong minion has been brought to
bear. Toby has an excellent plaything, and Jessica has proven to have
control of some of her powers. She does miss Derick. Unfortunately, he
had succumbed to a desire to eat out her ass constantly. It was his
fault.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Stubs is watching the new feminine Abraham take it in the ass. She
doesn't know about Derick or what Jessica has relieved Abraham from
continuing to possess. She wonders if Jacob has any further knowledge
that can help them. Surly after the banquet, they might return to normal.
Jessica seems to be taking unnatural pleasure in Abraham's plight.
The cat is bothered by all of the noise. Abby is quite the screamer. Toby
delights in his feminine young companion. While pressing his manhood up
Abby's back passage, he is thinking ahead to her polishing the brass
footboards of all the guestrooms. Her small tits will be rocking back and
forth as she will be grabbing the solid brass tubes for support.
Finishing as he nearly lifts the new maid off her feet, Toby is buried to
the hilt when he orgasms. The young feminized man is now handed an extra-
large, or as I think they are named "Super Tampax."
Abby, red in the face due to her treatment and embarrassment from having
sex right in front of Jessica, takes the proffered item and inserts it as
it is necessary. The tiny string is visible, and when she bends wrong, so
is the redness of her used ass. The guest rooms all need to be attended.
Abby will be busy for the foreseeable future.
Abby heads off to start her work. Only a few days remain before the coven
begins arriving. And now, knowing that Toby's bulk of work has finished
until the guests arrive, she rightfully imagines that he will slow her
work down. It will be demanding yet rewarding work for her over the next
few days. Toby, satisfied, heads down to the kitchen to oversee Jessica's
staff until his need grows again. He enjoys the company of the new maid.
It seems as if he has known her for a long time.
Jessica smiles at her triumph. Stubs wants to know what the plan is. He
leaps up on her bed where she is sitting, rubbing her new pantyhose with
her long polished fingernails. Her crossed legs are receiving a sensual
massage, right down to her slender ankles. Leaning back, she places her
palms behind herself on the bed. Her auburn hair dangles inches off the
bedsheets. Eyes closed, and she presses her lips together, clearly
enjoying the power she has just accomplished and the excitement she has
just induced from the articles of clothes she is wearing.
"Ahem," Stubs interrupts.
Jessica opens her eyes. She has just had a significant breakthrough. What
she doesn't know is if there is anything else that she can do to prepare
for what is coming. She knows the cat is right. She knows what Stubs is
thinking. Not because she can read its mind, but because she knows that
pussy very well.
"I don't know, Stubs. Any ideas?"
"The book, if nothing else. What about the groundskeeper? You could, you
know," Stubbs answered.
"He is good-looking. And did you see his abs?"
Jessica decides to do both. The Guatemalan groundskeeper tries to keep
his secrets. Maybe Jessica wants to make him last. Either way, she enjoys
the spicy difference when she finally coaxes his orgasm and the extra
lifeforce that follows, bring knowledge of some of the coven. For an
older gentleman, he sure has stamina. God, he tastes good. Jessica
wonders if he can still keep up with the grounds if he were to be less
masculine. Matilda is a bad influence.
She wonders if her book has any information on Amethyst. The red hair
leader of the coven. The clothes she wears are no longer impeding her
powers. A great sign, but the memories she now shares with the
groundskeeper send chills down her spine. Amethyst is a greedy, evil,
backstabbing cunt. She is very powerful and has no propensity for mercy.
She and the small group that calls themselves the trifecta are
undoubtedly Jessica's biggest adversaries.
Jessica tells Stubs to have someone, no Abby, bring her a coffee with
cream. Stubs is getting worried. If something happens to Jessica, he will
forever be a cat. Finding Abby upstairs holding onto the footboard of a
large brass bed perched on very high heels having her pipes repeatedly
cleaned by Toby, she waits for the crescendo of high-pitched squeals to
subside. Once Toby hands the maid a new Tampax, Stubs informs Abby to
bring Jessica the desired beverage and a saucer on the side.
"After you clean your hands, of course," Stubs adds.
Stubs thinks to herself that Abby will be the easiest person to find,
every time. Between the heavy perfume and the near-constant squealing,
everyone knows where she is. The cream will be a welcome treat, though.
In her boudoir, Jessica has arranged her pillows to support herself on
the sun-drenched bed. Next to her is the leather-bound book. As Abby
knocks as any well-trained maid does, Stubs takes a perch on one of the
elevated pillows. Jessica enjoys her creation. Watching her serving wench
sway with femininity and a well-fucked ass. The satisfaction of what her
power did to this once overly macho pig makes her nipples distend. The
chain reaction from Laura to Derick to the lawyer residing on her feet
makes her feel the confidence surge within.
"Put it on the side table and pour Stubs a nice saucer full. That will be
all, Abby," Jessica directs the feminine creature.
Four hours later and time for lunch, a satisfied book that enjoyed
rubbing Laura's face into its new mistress's crotch yields nothing new.
Stubs had taken his perch and were reading along to aid in gathering
knowledge. Now, after a saucer of milk and reading for three and a half
hours was fast asleep atop of the pillow. Even with all of the coffee,
Jessica has given up hope to find anything useful for the upcoming event.
Spells, incantations, and potions were the extent of knowledge the book
can impart.
"We will have to grin and bear it," Jessica said out loud.
The sun has warmed the room, and Jessica has a line of sweat where the
book has been sitting. Wiping the text of her sweat and setting it back
gently in its place of reverence, she caresses its cover in appreciation
for trying. She knows that she did not stand a chance without its help
and now feels sorry for its possible fate if she fails. Removing her
clothes, she hand washes Derick very carefully and hangs him to dry.
Laura, she throws in the hamper. The cool shower will feel good.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Preparations finished, everything ready. Carlos is raking the last of the
leaves that fell overnight. Everything be damned; Jessica is as prepared
as she will ever be. Cars started to arrive--expensive but not flashy
vehicles. Some classic and some very new styles, but all seem not to
attract attention. Jessica stands in the front of the grounds welcoming
her; she doesn't know, exalted guests?
Laura was a sexy woman, and many of these people exiting their vehicles
are also. Some, however, are, well, gross. Shockingly ugly, to put it
mildly. There is nothing in-between. The witches are all extremely
something. And the weird part is the sexy witches seem to be jealous of
the ugly witches. All have red hair. The degree of depth appears to be
significant between them, and the reddest belong to the uglier spectrum.
It is not lost on Jessica that her Aburn hair is a little out of place.
Nothing new there; she has been out of place since this all started.
And then, Amethyst. Hair so profoundly red, unmanageable, unkept, and
distracting, it almost distracts from that face. Rose-colored glasses
half an inch thick react negatively with skin so white it seems you can
see slightly into it. She is not fat or slovenly. She is ugly with power.
A soul that has such negativity, it sucks all beauty from the surface.
Looking at her, she, on the surface, is handsome. But all you see is
ugliness.
On closer observation, as the "guests file past Jessica, she understands
their true form. All of these women are physically beautiful. Some are so
evil that what radiates to the surface is the personification of the
worst inclinations of humanity.
She knows that her guests more than match her observations. She feels
like a prize turkey being evaluated for size, form, and maybe, will she
taste as good as she looks. A careful bunch of women has come for a share
in an offering. Laura is not around, and no one lets on that this is
unacceptable. Jessica is the mistress of this dwelling.
Do they know that no life force is on the menu? Will a nice pork dinner
with chicken and all the fixings be enough for this group? Will Jessica
be accepted as one of them? What tests may be involved to prove her
worthiness?
Abby is at the door to fetch and provide whatever any guest may need.
Amethyst looks over the pretty maid and greets him by name.
"Hello, Abraham," she greets the maid.
Cackling at his discomfort, she senses power and timing that has been
very short. The invitation is three months past. A new witch could learn
to suck the manhood from a willing victim in that timeframe, but she
senses that the new witch performed his sacrifice very recently. Usually,
the process is quite long.
Turning to take in the image of Jessica again, Amethyst does not
understand the auburn hair. Jessica's outward appearance shows little if
any power. Yet, an unwilling macho neanderthal stands before her as a
simpering feminine maid. She can not sense Laura. Laura, she knows, is
still here, but her power and life force are undetectable.
She will need to test Jessica before she determines her fate. The look
Jessica gave her was one of recognition. Amethyst wonders if she knows
the trifecta. Sucking the manhood from someone is impressive, but if a
newly created witch can already absorb knowledge from her victim, she may
be a force that will need to be reckoned with.
She observes Jessica out the front window, waiting to see if she singles
out the three. Jessica notices five witches coming from the path. They
have come by the river. Boisterous and loud, everyone can hear these
five, even they are still a long way off.
She does not know why, but Jessica raises her palm to the path's cliff-
lined exit. A shimmer appears where before none existed. Turning towards
the window, she stares directly at Amethyst. This gives an evil witch
pause.
The last of the guests greet the new witch. Only the five coming down the
path remain. Once these ugly souls come into her presence, all guests are
now accounted for. Jessica follows the last five that didn't even
acknowledge her existence.
Amethyst calls the gathering to an official start. Every witch in
attendance bows their head to her, except Jessica. This insult enrages
the exalted leader of the witches.
"It is a foolish witch that insults me, especially while wearing two
cursed souls," Amethyst spat out!
Jessica makes her first major mistake.
"I'm sorry, I've not been in my current form very long," she admits.
The apology notwithstanding, Amethyst goads on the new witch for
information.
"How long, Jessica, is it?" Amethyst inquires.
"About five days now, I reckon," Jacob reverted to his native accent and
speech patterns. It is a relief to verbalize what he has been through.
A gasp from everyone present, and silence fell over the whole
proceedings. Amethyst tilted her head back, trying to make sense of what
is before her. The trifecta said in unison, "take her out, now." Amethyst
raised her hand to stop any attempt. And she explained all that are
created have a right to prove themselves. Jessica will be tested. It is
her ruling. No one present will object to a judgment; the trifecta,
however, is not happy.
Jessica does not understand what danger she has just escaped. Nothing for
it; she lets the gathered crowd understand their accommodations are
prepared, and dinner will be served in two hours. The tension fades as
the meal cooking in the giant fireplace smells divine. The sow is very
close to falling off the pole, skewering it inside the clay vessel. The
chickens are receiving their last spice bath before removing them also.
The festivities are underway.
The meal is everything that can be expected. The disappointment of not
adding to their lifeforce by consuming tender morsels of a sacrifice is
not forgotten. Some in attendance are excited for the new witch. Maybe
their social circle will be improved. Minerva takes a particular interest
in Abby. She has never been able to suck the manhood from even a willing
victim. She particularly delights in the little string hanging from his
hole. Tonight, Abby will tongue Minerva to satisfaction. She remembers
Abraham and wants to exact revenge from when he didn't take no for an
answer. He was such a pig.
The meal complete; Amethyst announces that Jessica will need to
transfigure someone. That will be her test. When Jessica fails, she
intends to have a proper feast, and she has always been envious of
Laura's property. The sculptures hung in the great room can be replaced
with her own. It is a shame that Laura's powers can not be accessed
through consuming Jessica.
Amethyst's ponderings are interrupted with Jessica announcing that she
has already produced a potion, and tomorrow it will be ready. The
enthusiasm Jessica shows is confusing the seasoned witch. A witch, not
even a week old, already has brewed a complex potion, can cast spells at
great distances, and above all, seems not to be afraid of her. Tomorrow
she will judge then.
"Come, Abby," Jessica commands.
Abby does not follow. Jessica's test is starting badly.
"Toby, grab Abby and bring her down to the barn," Jessica commands.
Toby lifts the maid over his shoulder, wrapping his large arm over her
silk stocking-covered legs. She is kicking and protesting, hoping to
avoid her fate. It is bad enough to be a feminine man dressed as a maid
and used at will. He does not want whatever is about to befall him to
happen. The last few days have been a hell of an adjustment. He has
enjoyed being an object of desire. Toby is a gentle lover. Minerva has
shown him further delights. One of his heels is lost on the way down to
the barn.
All of the witches occupy the bleachers in the barn. The viewing gallery
is something Jacob had not noticed until now. A very upset maid is being
stripped of every ounce of clothing. Abby is now being fitted to the "X"
frame completely naked. Her makeup is flawless, and the only thing
covering her now is a liberal amount of a gaudy perfume.
Jessica should have learned the way Laura got victims to follow in
silence. It does not bode well that her victim is showing so much
disobedience. It makes her look weak. Abby's eyes are wide as saucers as
he witnesses Jessica taking the ladle and blowing on the concoction.
Abraham has seen this before. He was the one who trimmed the tree outside
the window, making it a great spot to be a voyeur. So many times, he
snuck up to witness Laura changing a victim to suit her needs.
He will not let her do to him what he has witnessed and jacked off to so
many times. Men turned into females/farm animals and then the farm-animal
only, usually for breeding purposes. So many times, he wished he could
take one and fuck them raw as they slowly changed. Pounding their new
vaginas and pumping into existence their new tits. Now naked and already
feminized, he realizes his makeup is already flawless, and he smells of
perfume. Jessica is coming towards him with the giant spoon. The first
consumption will doom him to a horrible fate.
Abby longs to be able to wear her maid's outfit and serve Jessica's
guests and Toby. Her mouth clamps shut. She knows that Jessica will grab
her nose and force her breathing to betray her. He has seen it so many
times. How long can he hold his breath for? Looking at the observers, he
knows no help will be coming from that brood.
Jessica stands directly in front of him now. She is smiling an evil grin.
His demise resides on the spoon. Suddenly she grasps his penis. A shriek
from Abby, and the spoon is placed into her open mouth. Swallowing the
potion, Abby's ears move north on her head. They morph into nice pig
ears. Her hair grows long, and her penis pulls from Jessica's hand.
Ewes and ahhs come from the observers. Abby is now a pig woman. Her tiny
tits will soon be increased in size as the water wheel gets set in
motion. Jessica asks Toby if he would like the honor.
"Oh yes, mistress. Please may I?"
Jessica informs him that yes, he may, but she wants to hear Abby squeal
like never before. Toby releases Abby from the "X" and proceeds to screw
her as her breasts increase in size with every thrust. And Abby does
squeal. Again and again, she is a noisy little pig. Doggy style Toby
brings Abby's breasts to a respectable C size before exhausting himself.
"Place her back on the "X" frame and start the dildos, Toby," Jessica
commands.
An out of breath, Toby complies. Soon Abby was being penetrated by both
wooden dildos. Snorting and squealing, Abby demonstrates that Jessica
shows a remarkable talent for someone so very new to witchcraft.
"Laura wanted to name Abby, Cindy, the pig. She is no longer in charge,
so Abby's new name is Piggy Squeals," Jessica informs her audience. But
as far as her audience is concerned, there is a problem. Piggy Squeals is
not transforming into the sow she is meant to be. Jessica has got it
wrong. As impressive as her attempt is, a pig ready to bear piglets is
what is needed here. She has failed.
Jessica tells Toby to fetch her shoe and redress the little pig maid. The
well-endowed pig woman will be an excellent addition to her household.
Fix her makeup to be a little over the top, and find her higher heels
when you get a chance. And Toby, "do you like her nose like that, or
should I give her a snout?"
A shocked Piggy Squeals is amazed at her new form. The clothes of the
maid fit so much more flattering now. Desperately she hopes not to have a
pig snout. Dressed and more perfume added, the little piggy is relieved
Toby is happy with her current look. She wonders how high her next heels
will be. The ones she has are a little challenging to stand on while Toby
pounds her ass. Will Toby still pound her ass or use her new vagina? More
importantly, will he grab and pull her little piggy tail while sliding in
and out of whichever hole he prefers?
Amethyst does not know how to judge what she is witnessing. On the
surface, Jessica has failed. There is, however, something that is still
not understood. Jessica seems to have meant her victim to be precisely
the way she is. Can a new witch be in so much control? Amethyst has never
even tried to have a halfling. She did not even know it is possible.
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