Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 and Preacher Sucks
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Turned Into Her Sweater
by Throne
My busty girlfriend, Anita, was mad at me -- again. All I had done wrong
was to doubt her silly belief in magic -- again.
"All right, Ed," she told me, even though it obviously wasn't alright.
"Unless you'd like a demonstration of what I can do, since my latest
increase in power."
"What increase? Like you got your imaginary magic batteries charged?" I
laughed openly.
Her pretty face flushed. She went to an old wooden box she kept on the
dresser. From it she took an amulet I'd never seen her wear. It was
obviously old, with a blue stone set in the middle. Anita slipped the
gold chain around her neck and clasped the piece of jewelry in one hand.
She muttered some sort of incantation, staring directly at me while she
did it. All of a sudden, I felt dizzy. The floor seemed to tilt under
me. Then it was as if the walls were receding, until I was left in an
empty space that was suffused with white light.
The next thing I knew, I was looking up at the ceiling. Had I fainted?
Anita stepped into my field of vision and smiled down at me. For some
reason, she appeared much larger than she should. I watched her remove
the amulet and replace it in the box. Then she returned and picked me
up. How could she be doing that? My girlfriend walked to the mirror and
held me aloft, so I could see myself. Except that what I saw, in the
grip of her fingers, was a sweater.
She wanted to know, "How do you like your new look?"
I tried to speak but couldn't find my voice. She told me to concentrate
and then I'd be able to communicate with her.
When I did that, my immediate question was, "What have you done to me?"
The words sounded hollow but were recognizably being spoken by me.
"Only what I said. A practical proof of my abilities. You've been
turned into something useful. A pretty pink sweater, made of fuzzy
angora. It's cropped and has short sleeves, in case you didn't notice
those details."
"But... that's not possible."
She rubbed me against her cheek. I could feel her soft skin. The
contact carried an electrically erotic charge. A rush of desire struck
me and yet I had no way to deal with it. Anita giggled. She removed the
top she had been wearing and slipped me over her head, adjusting my form
against her large firm breasts. It was even more arousing than our
previous touching. If I'd had lungs, I would have been panting. She
turned slowly, admiring her new piece of clothing in the reflection.
My girlfriend told me, "You feel so nice against my boobs. I could wear
you all day. And I want to show you off. Let's head out to the mall."
"Honey," I said pleadingly. "You have to turn me back."
"Why? So that you can convince yourself that this never occured, and go
back to insisting that my magic is a joke or a delusion? That's not
going to happen, Ed. We're going to do some shopping and then I'll think
about letting you return to being yourself... your sarcastic critical
self."
"But... but..."
"You shush up, unless you want to be turned into something less pleasant,
like... like... a pair of cotton socks. The kind that soak up sweat."
That convinced me to stop trying to change her mind. She freshened up
and was soon ready to go. With no bra on, her wonderful tits continued
to rub against me. I was already half crazy from being stimulated that
way. What would it be like after a few hours of being worn? She left
the apartment and got into her car. I could see through the windshield,
but not with a view of what was in front of us. The dashboard was in the
way. Instead, my vision was limited to what was above, including power
lines and trees and clouds. We got to the mall and went inside. Now I
was able to see what was in front of me and slightly to the left and
right. Guys stole glances at Anita's desirable bust, which was shifting
around under me. Her nipples got somewhat firm and teased at my
wooliness. I was jealous of other young men ogling her but could do
nothing about it. She went in and out of a few stores. The only thing
she bought was a small bracelet.
In a low voice, meant for only me to hear, she said, "You can pay me back
for this. We'll consider it an apology gift."
Then she headed for the food court. Anita was in line to buy a fruit
shake when someone spoke to her from behind. She swiveled her torso and
I saw Jake, a guy who I knew was always eager to go out with her.
"Oh, hello," she said. "How are you, Jake?"
"Now that I found you, I'm fine." He gave her a sly grin. "Did you
finally ditch Odd Ed?"
She chuckled. "Let's just say I'm taking some time off from him."
"Which means you have time for me."
Well... maybe."
"How about if I get one of those drinks too, and we sit and talk?"
My jealousy was heating up. They got their beverages and found a small
table. Sitting across from each other, they chatted about trivial
topics. Unhappily for me, he was gazing into her eyes. Worse, her tone
was gentle, bordering on affectionate. By the time their cups were
empty, they were openly flirting with each other.
He boldly suggested, "How about if we both drive over to your place. I
could pick up a bottle of wine on the way." When she didn't say
anything, he took it for agreement and asked, "Red or white?"
"Red."
"Hmm. The color of passion." He said it in an insinuating way.
Instead of being bothered, she reached out to put her hand on his. My
emotions boiled over but had no outlet. All I could do was to feel
tightness where my stomach should be, like one of those people who has
lost limb and can still register phantom sensations where it used to be.
They walked to the exit together and then separated to go to their
individual cars. Once we were away from Jake, I tried to reason with
her.
"Listen, Anita," I said. "You've made your point. Just phone Jake and
tell him you changed your mind. Or that you've got a headache."
"The only headache I've got is you," she told me bitterly. "After
spending only a little time with him, I realize how annoying you can be.
And now you're trying to tell me what to do."
"Yeah, but you can't have him in your apartment. What's he going to
think, with you letting him show up right away, and with a bottle of
wine, no less."
"Maybe he'll think I've had enough of you," she countered. "Which I'm
beginning to believe is true."
That shut me up for the moment. We arrived first at her place. Once we
were inside, she retrieved the amulet and performed some more magical
hocus pocus. As soon as she had hidden it away, the doorbell rang. She
admitted Jake, who carried a chilled bottle of something with a fancy
label. It had a screw top and was soon opened, with two stemmed glasses
filled from it. They clinked their glasses together.
"To special friendships," he said, a bit too romantically for my peace of
mind.
"And fresh starts," she contributed, which added to my anxiety.
He leaned in and put one hand on her back. She tilted forward, so that
her heavy bust was against his chest, with me between them. By turning
my eyes, or what passed for eyes, upward, I could see them kiss. They
were in no hurry to break it off. That led to them sitting on the couch
for some more conversation, but just from listening I could tell where
his visit was headed. There were more kisses. She took his wrist and
placed his hand on her boob. Jake massaged gently, touching not only her
but me. I guess it was from that second spell she had used, but suddenly
I was registering the same response that I imagined me was. It made me
wildly excited. After a few more kisses, she refilled their empty
glasses and suggested that they'd be more comfortable in the bedroom. He
didn't have to hear that twice. Jake followed. They began to undress
each other.
Once both were naked, she purred to him, "I hope you don't mind if I put
my sweater back on. It's so nice against my skin. And you can always
slide your hands underneath."
"Sounds good to me..." he agreed, "... if I can just admire you topless
for a minute before you cover up."
She had laid me on the side of the bed. Anita moved enough that I had an
unobstructed view as he put his hands on her magnificent breasts and
handled them. The bastard even kissed and licked each nipple. I was
furious. I was also rampantly horny. Then she made a show of donning
the top again. Anita excused herself to go to the mirror and finger-comb
her hair, which I took for granted was for my benefit. She sent an air
kiss toward our reflection, before turning once more to the waiting bed,
where Jake was now stretched out and sporting a rigid erection. I
couldn't help but notice that he had an advantage over me, in both length
and girth. She put herself next to him and they embraced. Kissed. Got
into extended and mutually satisfying foreplay. Being against her body,
I somehow registered all the arousal she was experiencing.
He told her, "You really don't need to go back to that loser, Ed."
"Well," she allowed, "I do kind of feel sorry for him, with his
personality issues. But right now, let's concentrate on you and me."
All too soon he was on top of her. When Jake entered Anita, she moaned
loudly, like I'd never heard her do with me. At every step of their
lovemaking, he elicited reactions I had never provoked. She squirmed and
vocalized and encouraged. My ego deflated slowly but inexorably. He
possessed the stamina and self-restraint to go on and on without
finishing. She, on the other hand, had two loud and animated orgasms.
Only after she had enjoyed those did he allow himself to finish. Even
then, he drove her to a final climax, putting my past performances to
shame. They lay there, sated and happy. I remained in an elevated state
of excitation, which was maddeningly frustrating.
"Okay," she said. "You win. No more dates with Ed. But I don't want
him to be a lonely guy, so I'll tell him we can still be friends. Except
he'll be a friend without benefits. Those will all be yours exclusively.
Guaranteed."
"Sounds fair. The poor slob will have to see what's no longer his. Look
but don't touch. He'll have blue balls in no time."
They did some horizontal kissing and hugging. Then they napped briefly,
with me still touching her skin, while the perspiration Jake had caused
gradually vanished.
After they were both awake again, she said, "Hey, could you let yourself
out? The way you made love left me exhausted. I'm not used to such
quality sex."
"Now you can have as often as you want."
"That will be very often," she assured him.
He got up, detoured to the bathroom, and dressed. Kneeling beside the
bed, he tenderly kissed her a few more times. I wanted to scream that
there had been more than enough of that already. Once he was gone, I was
anxious to be returned to my former corporeality.
"Anita," I said cautiously. "Could you change me back now? Please?"
"Oh? You're not going to tell me I have to? Is this the new Ed?"
"I guess so. And maybe we can talk about still being together. This
business with Jake could be just a one-time thing. In fact, it honestly
should. Right? You agree, don't you?"
"I don't think so, Mister Bossy. In fact, I'm going to give you another
lesson, to drive home the message they we've split and you still need to
change your ways."
She got up, removed the sweater, and set it on the dresser. Anita put
the amulet on again. Why? A new incantation followed. My being flowed
out of the sweater, went to that blank dimension briefly, and returned to
occupy something smaller than the previous garment. This time when she
displayed me in the mirror, I saw a pair of satiny, bikini-cut panties.
She stepped into them -- into me -- and pulled me up her smooth shapely
legs, which was a highly erotic experience. But as I was pulled firmly
against her mound, I got an unwelcome surprise. Jake had left her full
of his semen. My face was now the crotch of the panties and it was
against her warm wet pussy, and she was leaking his cream.
"There you go, Ed," she said with undisguised amusement. "You never
wanted to use your mouth down there, but now you won't have any choice.
I'm afraid you're going to be getting a face full of Jake's jazz for the
rest of the day. In fact, I'll just wear you overnight. Maybe when I
talk to him on the phone later, I'll get wet from hearing his voice, and
remembering how incredible he was in bed. So much better than you, Ed.
You were always selfish in the sack. Think about that for the next 24
hours or so."
"Anita, you can't do this to me. Bring me back. Right now, dammit.
Stop being such a bitch."
"Whoa. How about if you stop reverting to your old self, Ed? I can see
now that it will take a while to make all the changes you need. Don't
worry. After you're back in your body, a simple control spell will keep
you coming back to me. And I'm sure I can think of plenty of other items
to change you into."
"Please. I'll be good. I'll leave you alone."
"No. I can't set you free and have you disappoint some other girl.
Instead, let's figure on continuing to teach you these valuable lessons
for about -- oh, I don't know -- let's say one year... for starters. I
can always make it longer, if you need more. And I suspect that you
will."
"Anita, you can't."
"I most certainly can." To demonstrate her power over me, she used two
fingers to press my face into her oozing furrow, getting me inside it and
keeping me there for long seconds, before relenting. "What I think I'll
change you into next is a pair of panties with a split crotch. Imagine
how that will be for you, when I leave them on while Jake gives me
another of those breathtaking, long-lasting screw-a-thons."
"Noooooo."
"I'm still kind of tired. Hope you don't object if I use a silencing
spell on you, Ed." After a pause she said, "Wait. You can't object.
You don't have any say in the matter."
All I got to tell her was, "Anita. I do believe in magic. I do, I do."
And then she uttered more powerful words. It was like she had hit the
MUTE button on my remote control.
As she drifted off to sleep, my girlfriend, now EX, sleepily repeated,
"Panties with a split crotch." She made a breathy sound that might have
been a laugh, and the rest was silence. It was going to be an endless
year for me. I could only hope that after twelve months, my magic-using
former bedmate would think I'd had enough.
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(Thanks to those who left comments on my previous story. And a special
thank you to anyone who responded to my earlier efforts, including Kelli,
who left some nice words for me.)
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