Interactive story - part 2

The votes are in! Here are the results:

2% - Her fingernails thicken, looking more like claws.
3% - Hello Kitty is painted on each nail.
10% - Andrea’s fingernails turn bright pink as gold bracelets appear on her wrists.
32% - Her fingernails turn blood red as tattoos materialize on her fingers, just below the knuckles, spelling out, “Fuck Off!”
48% - Her fingernails paint themselves black.

Don't worry if your favorite option didn't win. I'll be hitting all of these types of TFs and more as the story progresses.


The Road Trip - part 002

Andrea shuddered as a surge of pleasure rolled down through her abdomen, her legs quivering as her fingernails turned black before her eyes. She struggled to control her breathing and resist the urge to touch herself. And this was only the beginning. It was going to get much worse if she didn’t get her mother and sister back to the RV immediately.

“How is this possible?” Susan said, almost to herself. Her jaw hung open and her eyes stretched wide.

“We have to go now,” Andrea pleaded.

Susan backed away. “This is some kind of witchcraft. It has to be.” As if in response the crucifix around her daughter’s neck inverted.

“This is so freaky,” Tracey said. She started recording a video with her phone.

Andrea’s long sleeve cotton shirt lengthened as her denim shorts faded away. The shirt lost its sleeves, and the neckline plummeted becoming a tank top dress with a hem that stopped at the top of her thighs. The bright yellow material darkening until it was a midnight black, the saying on the front changing from, “Smile, God loves you” to “I put the fun in funerals”.

Her sneakers grew block block heels before expanding into a pair of buckled ankle boots. Her ankle socks slithered up her legs, becoming opaque knee high stockings with an intricate spiderweb design.

“You’ve got to come with me now! He said the changes would get worse if…” The words seized in Andrea’s throat when she realized what she’d done. He’d warned her about mentioning anything about the RV or him. Maybe she’d caught herself in time.

Fiery passion blasted Andrea’s body.. Her nipples tightened, tenting the new shirt, and ached with need to the point of pain. Her knees buckled when a wave of pleasure crashed into her womanhood. She ran one hand over her aching nipples while she slid the other over her slender waist and under the hem of her new tank top dress. Her panties radiated a steamy heat.

“Stop that!” Susan swatted Andrea’s hand away.

“This video is going viral for sure!” Tracey said.

Something poked at Andrea’s brain, driving in new thoughts. She looked down at the black dress, stockings and boots with a new appreciation. She’d always worn bright, soft colors—pinks, yellows and whites. She loved reading teen romance novels, hiking in the mountains, and curling up in a fleece blanket with her boyfriend while listening to Adele, but now it seemed so self indulgent and pointless.

Andrea fingered the inverted cross hanging from her neck. “You know, come or stay. I don’t really care anymore. If you gave a shit about me you’d do as I ask, but that’s obviously too difficult for you.” Andrea turned and walked toward the parking lot. Over her shoulder she said, “Do whatever you want, you always do.”

“Oh my god. I’m so glad I’m recording this.” Tracey hurried after Andrea, not wanting to miss a moment of the strange changes overcoming her sister. “Come on, Mom.”

Susan didn’t move. She was still too stunned by what she’d seen and heard. Magic! Right before her eyes. And those words. Andrea had never spoken to her that way, she was the sweet one,

“Mom!” Tracey yelled from the path to the parking lot. “We have to see where she’s going.”

Susan shook her head and then hurried after her daughters. When she entered the parking lot she spotted Andrea approaching an RV the size of a Greyhound bus. A man crouched next to the RV, petting a German shepherd. Susan ran to her eldest daughter. Tracey stood ten feet away, recording the scene with her phone.

“I’m back,” Andrea said.

The man smiled as he stood. He walked casually to Andrea. He wore a pair of tan khakis and a blue polo shirt. He looked like he’d just stepped off a golf course. “I see your mother wasn’t as quick to follow you as you;d thought she’d would.” He placed a hand on her shoulder as he looked her up and down. “I’m glad. Black is definitely your color. You’d look better with matching makeup and a new hair color, but the day is young.”

“What have you done to my daughter?” Susan screamed as she ran at the man, looking ready to gouge his eyes out.

The man waved a hand and Susan slowed to a walk, the muscles in her body relaxing as her anger dissipated.

“First introductions. There’ll be plenty of time for recriminations later.” He stepped toward Susan with his hand outstretched. “I’m Barry and you must be Susan. Andrea has told me a lot about you.” He looked over at Tracey. He read her shirt and then let out a chuckle. “I hate lag too. Drives me crazy. Now put away the phone and come and join us.”

Tracey stopped recording and then, against her wishes, she deleted the video. She stuck the phone in her back pocket and joined her sister and mother.

“Will you please tell me what’s happening?” Susan said in a casual tone. She wanted to be angry, but she felt rather peaceful at the moment.

“Why of course. The short version is that I have powers over reality and I like playing with people. We can get into the why’s and how’s later. Let’s climb aboard the RV, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the group and then we can get on the road.”

“But we don’t want to go with you,” Susan said. “We’re driving Andrea to school. She’s been accepted at Yale.”

“You’re coming with me. That’s not up for negotiation. I’m willing to take a trip to Connecticut, but Andrea may not want to spend four years toiling at a University by the time we get there.” Barry looked past Susan and then smiled. He pointed to something behind them. “See that couple getting out of the Jaguar?”

The ladies looked in the direction Barry pointed. A handsome man in his mid twenties was helping a gorgeous woman out of the luxury car. They looked like they could pose for a magazine ad selling engagement rings. They kissed briefly and then the man went walked around to the trunk of the car. The woman stretched, her size four summer dress hugging her ample chest, enhancing her supple cleavage.

“Now let’s have some fun,” Barry said as he rubbed his hands together. “Now what should I do to them? Hit me with some suggestions.”

“Do to them?” Susan asked. “What do you mean?”

“I want to change them. I can turn them into anything you want, just say the words.”

“I don’t want to change them. I want to go back to packing my car with my daughters. Why don’t you get the couple to join you on your road trip.”

“You’re beginning to bore me, Susan. You don’t want me bored, trust me. Shit gets crazy in a hurry.”

The German shepherd barked.

“I know what you’d like me to do to them, Buddy, well the woman at least.” Barry turned back to the women. “What would you like me to do to them, Tracey?”

Tracey shrugged.

Barry squeezed Andrea’s shoulder. “Please tell me that you have a change in mind. Look at that woman. Look at how beautiful she is. Doesn’t she make you jealous? Don’t you want to take her down a peg. Or two?”

The poking sensation in Andrea’s brain was back and it was centered on the part that wanted to leave the couple alone. They looked happy and in love. It was romantic and sweet. The poking grew to a jabbing. They looked too happy. Why did some people get all the luck. Not only was the woman beautiful, but she was rich and was with a hot guy. Still, just because she led a fortunate life didn’t mean that she should have something bad happen to her. The jabbing stopped and was replaced by a white hot knife straight into her brain.

“Make her fat!” Andrea smiled; the words felt good coming out of her mouth.

“That’s my girl.”

The man pulled a blanket and a picnic basket out of the Jaguar’s truck and then rejoined the woman. He took her hand as they walked toward the campgrounds.

“OMG!” Tracey said as the woman began packing on the pounds. She wanted to record the transformation, but she couldn’t make her hand pull her phone out of her back pocket.

Andrea’s eyes were glued on the woman’s body. She looked a good twenty pounds heavier, her summer dress straining against her thicker waist. The couple stopped. The man did his best to comfort the shrieking woman.

“Say when,” Barry said.

“When!” Susan screamed.

Barry shot Susan a nasty look. “You had your chance to pick and you blew it. It’s Andrea’s makeover.” He gave Andrea’s shoulder a tender caress. “She get’s to decide how far it goes.”

The seams of the woman’s summer dress burst, exposing her pendulous breasts.

“I don’t want to see her gross, naked body,” Andrea said.

An oversized mumu appeared on the woman. The man leapt back, terror on his face. The woman continued to swell, her arms bulging with cellulite, her multiple chins quivering as she sobbed.

When it looked like she might burst out of the mumu Andrea said, “Okay, that’s big enough.” She guessed that the woman weighed over three hundred pounds now.

“That was mean,” Tracey said.

“The man hasn’t been changed yet,” Barry said. “I’m open to suggestions.”

“Make it so that he thinks she just as beautiful as before,” Tracey said.

“Done and to top it off I’ll make her forget that she used to be skinny.”

The woman stopped crying. The man picked up the fallen picnic basket. He gave the woman a tender kiss and then they continued their journey toward the campsite, although at a much slower pace due to the woman’s labored waddle.

Barry opened the RV’s door. “Alright, time to hit the road. Let’s board.” Barry glared at Susan. “And no more talk about staying behind or I’ll make you so fat you’ll make that woman look anorexic.”

Buddy leapt into the RV. The ladies entered compliantly, fearing Barry’s magic.

The first thing Susan noticed was the distinctive new car smell, the next was that there were three others in the RV already, two men and a woman. They sat at a small table, not talking, fear in their eyes. They looked up at the newcomers, but remained silent. Across the aisle from the table was two arm chairs and a loveseat. At the front of the RV was a pair of captain chairs, one for the driver and another for the copilot. To the back was a small kitchen, then a pair of bunk beds, and then a queen sized bed in the way back. Just beyond the kitchen was a door that probably led to a bathroom.

Barry made quick introductions. There was Roger, a middle aged man who looked like he needed to cut back on the carbs. Next was Penny, an attractive woman in her thirties with a full head of red hair. The last was Devon, a man in his mid twenties that looked like a wannabe rapper. He wore a pair of jeans that hung off his hips, exposing his boxers, and a white, wife beater. Several thick gold chains hung around his neck and his fingers were covered with gaudy rings. The ladies wondered if Barry had found him that way or if Devon made the mistake of boring their abductor.

“Alright, let’s figure out where everyone is sitting. Roger, why don’t you drive. Devon, you can have one of the arm chairs and I’ll take the table; it looks like Buddy has already claimed the loveseat.”

Roger and Devon relocated as directed. Barry motioned to Penny and she vacated the table.

Once Barry had taken a seat at the table he said, “Now it’s lady’s choice. Who do you want to be your travel buddy?”

Andrea pushed past her sister and mother. She took the seat opposite Barry, figuring that the safest place was at his side and not in his path.

Barry smiled at Andrea. “I like a decisive mind.” He addressed the rest of the ladies. “Pair up quickly ladies. There’s the couch, arm chair or up front with Roger.”

“I want to sit next to Roger,” Penny said to Susan and Tracey. “Devon is my brother and I’m allergic to dogs.”

Susan thought over her options. She wanted both of her daughters as far away from Barry and the RV as possible, but she also knew that Barry wouldn’t let them leave and he might do something horrible to them if she tried to fight him. He’d already changed her eldest daughter. The way Andrea had delighted in the changes to the poor woman in the parking lot frightened Susan. If she wanted to keep the bastard from changing her further or changing Tracey she’d need to play along. She looked over at Devon and then the German shepherd. Tracey’s best option was with Devon. Susan would prefer sitting with Roger over the dog, but if she and Penny got into an argument over where to sit, who knew what Barry would do.

“Go ahead,” Susan said to Penny. To Tracey she said, “Sit with Devon. I’ll sit on the couch.”
“Well, that was easy, but easy is boring,” Barry said. “Still, I like that you’re all getting along. Hmm, I’ll need to think this one over.”

Option Results:
9 votes (18%) - Barry goes along; Penny with Roger, Tracy with Devon and Susan with Buddy.
15 votes (30%) - Barry objects; Penny with her brother, Susan up front and Tracey with the dog.
10 votes (20%) - Tracey with Roger, Susan with Devon and let Penny sneeze.
13 vote (26%) - Tracey with Roger, Penny with Devon and Susan on the couch.
3 votes (6%) - Something else