The Road Trip
By Varian Milagro
(with help from all those who voted and/or commented)
Susan Marshall finished cramming the folded tent into it’s nylon carrying bag and then wiped her brow. It wasn’t even that hot out and she was sweating already. Too much time sitting at a desk pushing paper and not enough time in the great outdoors. She glanced around the campsite. They’d managed to grab a great spot. Right next to the river with lots of shade and a great view of the snow capped mountains in the distance.
She was a little stiff this morning. The foam sleeping pad she’d bought at REI last week had nothing on her king sized, pillow top mattress back home. Still, she was willing to trade a few aches for the fresh air and time with her daughters. It was a shame that their father hadn’t been able to make the trip.
Susan’s eldest, Andrea, was attending Yale in the fall. Rather than fly her out and then ship out her things, they’d decided to drive instead. They were taking it slow, driving less than 300 miles a day, focusing on seeing the sites. They alternated between sleeping at camp sites and staying in hotels. Two nights prior they’d spent the night at the Radison in Denver, having their meals delivered by room service and then soaking in a hot tub. Last night they made their own dinner over an open fire and then fell asleep to the sound of the river crashing over rocks and serenading crickets.
“Do you know where Andrea is?”
Susan turned. It was her youngest child, Tracey. She’d just turned sixteen and had a natural, lithesome grace that most women would kill for. She wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that read, “Video games don’t cause violence, Lag does”. Her ash blonde hair was pulled through the back of her Homestuck baseball cap. She was an A student and video game addict. She was tapping madly on her phone as usual.
“Why don’t you call her on your phone?” Susan said.
“What?”
Susan rolled her eyes. She pantomimed removing headphones. When her daughter removed one of the wireless earbuds from her ears she repeated her suggestion,
Tracey stopped typing on her phone. “Like I can get a signal out here. Why didn’t we stay at a hotel again. The place we stayed at the other night was perfect. It had killer Wi-Fi everywhere.”
“Look around you, smell the air. Isn’t this worth a few inconveniences?”
Tracey shrugged and went back to tapping on her phone. She wandered toward the shade of a weeping willow.
Susan picked up the tent. “Why did you want Andrea?”
Without looking up Tracey said, “She was going to get the sunscreen out of the car and I haven’t seen her since.”
“But that was nearly a half hour ago.” Panic exploded within Susan, visions of her daughter being abducted played in her mind. “Wait here. I’m going to check the car.” Susan paused. A new nightmare arose, one with Tracey being snatched while she was out looking for Andrea. “On second thought come with me.”
Tracey groaned, but got up and walked toward her mother. Before she made it halfway she spotted her sister hurry along the trail that lead to the parking lot. The expression on her face matched their mother’s.
“Mom, I need you and Tracey to come with me,” Andrea said, her voice quivering slightly. “We need to hurry.”
“Where have you been? Is everything alright?” Susan asked. The fear on her daughter’s face cranked up her own panic.
Andrea grabbed her mother’s hand and pulled. “Come now.”
“Tell us what is going on first,” Susan said as she pulled back, breaking her daughter’s grip.
“Oh god,” Andrea said. She held up her hands and watched as her fingernails lengthened until they extended past her fingertips by an inch. When they stopped growing she let out a low moan.
“W T F!” Tracey said.
“What is going on, Andrea? How did your fingernails grow like that?” Susan said. Her daughter’s face was flushed. Susan had a horrible feeling that her daughter may have just had an orgasm.
“You’ve got to come with me now,” Andrea said between breathes.
“Not until you tell me what’s happening!”
“Oh no.” Andrea held up her hands again.
Part 2
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.”
Part 3
After an agonizing minute for the three women, Barry said, “I think I’d like Susan to take shotgun. Seeing as how Penny has allergies she can sit with her brother.” Barry smirked at Tracey. “That leaves you on the couch with Buddy.”
Buddy barked, his tail wagging at a blur.
“Didn’t I tell you I had your back?” Barry patted Buddy’s head.
Buddy barked again.
“Cool your jets. We’ll get to the rest of your wishes in a little bit.” Barry turned back to the three ladies, none of whom had moved. “Chop, chop. Take your seats so we can get going.”
Tracey plopped down on the loveseat next to Buddy as Penny sat in the chair next to her brother. Susan stood resolute.
“Don’t tell me you have a problem sitting next to Roger. He doesn’t bite.”
“Let me trade with Tracey. Let her sit up front. I’ll sit with the dog.”
Buddy bared his teeth, a low growl reverberating in his throat.
“Let me handle this, Buddy.” Barry placed a hand on Susan’s shoulder. As he guided her to the co-pilot’s seat he whispered into her ear. “Your daughter Tracey is now the family pet and you will treat her as such, You still love her, but will treat her like you would the family dog.” In a louder voice he said. “Now let’s get this show on road. Roger take us out of here.”
Buddy barked again.
Barry threw up his hands. “Again? You just went. Fine, does anyone else need to go to the bathroom, too?”
Tracey slowly raised her hand.
“Susan, you’re in charge of the potty break. Roger you go with them and make sure no one wanders off.”
Buddy leapt off the couch and then trotted to the door. Tracey made her way to the bathroom.
Susan snapped her fingers. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Tracey said.
“Not inside you’re not,” Susan said with disgust. “Barry, do you have a collar and leash? I don’t have Tracey’s with me.”
“What are you talking about, Mom?” Tracey said.
“Quiet!” Susan snapped.
Tracey flinched and remained silent, too afraid of the change in her mother to speak.
Barry made a motion with his hand and a leather collar and leash appeared. He handed them to Susan. Tracey raised her hand tentatively when her mother began to strap the collar around her neck.
“Speak,” Susan said.
“Why doesn’t Buddy have to wear a leash?”
“Buddy is a good dog. You, I’m not so sure about right now. You almost tried to go potty in the RV. If you’re a good girl while we’re outside, maybe next time we go for a walk you can go without a leash. It’s all up to you.”
Buddy bounded out of the RV as soon as Roger opened the door. Susan stepped out next, followed by Tracey. When she saw other people in the parking lot, Tracey freaked and ran back into the RV. Susan yanked on the leash.
“Heel!” Susan shouted as she pulled her daughter out of the RV by the leash attached to the dog collar around her neck.
Roger shook his head as he pulled the door closed after him.
Barry turned on the television with a blink of his eyes. “It’s movie time while they’re taking care of business. What do you want to watch?”
“Zack and Miri Make a Porno,” Devon said. The movie started playing a second later.
Barry took Andrea’s hand in his and helped her to stand. “Andrea and I are going in back and we don't want to be disturbed for any reason. When the others get back tell Roger to start driving east on I-70.”
“You’ve got to be kidding, Devon,” Penny said. “You could literally pick any movie ever made and you pick this crap?”
“Penny, your brother’s pleasure is wired directly to your pleasure center. When he enjoys himself so will you. The greater his enjoyment, the greater yours will be.”
Penny hated Kevin Smith movies, even his early ones. This particular “comedy” was sexist and generally offensive to anyone with an average intelligence. Devon burst out laughing, his eyes glued on the screen. Penny let out a giggle. He laughed again and so did she. She started watching, finding it more enjoyable by the moment.
Andrea grew nervous as she let Barry lead her into the back of the RV. She didn’t like it when he said that he didn’t want to be disturbed. It had an sexual overtone that scared her. He’d already screwed with her mind, she knew that. It wasn’t like her to take delight in other’s misfortune, but she’d loved it when the woman in the parking lot had gotten fat and she thought it was funny that her mom was treating her own daughter like a dog. Barry could do anything to her.
When they entered the back bedroom he pulled a sliding door out of its compartment and shut them off from the rest of the RV. He motioned for her to sit on the bed.
“I have a boyfriend,” Andrea said.
“Are you two serious?”
Andrea wanted to say that they were practically engaged, but she found herself unable to lie. “Not really. I mean kind of. I like Trevor a lot, but he’s going to Oregon State so I’ll hardly see him for the next four years. We agreed that we could see other people during the school year and then we’ll reevaluate our relationship in the summer.”
“Are you a virgin, Andrea?”
Andrea’s cheeks flushed. “Yes and no. I mean I’ve done oral a few times, but I haven’t had sex-sex yet.”
Barry sat next to her. “Do you want to have sex-sex?”
“Um…you mean with you?” Andrea’s vision narrowed as she realized that Barry could force himself on her and no one could save her.
“With anyone. Are you saving yourself for marriage or just the right person?”
Andrea looked down and fidgeted with the hem of her new dress, “The right person I guess. I almost did it with Trevor last week, but his mom came home early.”
“You don’t have to be nervous.” Barry lifted her chin until their eyes met. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Oh, that’s good to know.” Andrea wasn’t entirely sure that Barry was telling the truth, but she wanted to believe him.
A strange heat entered Andrea’s body, heightening the sensitivity of her skin, particularly between her legs and around her breasts. It quickly intensified. She squirmed on the bed as she resisted the need to touch herself.
“What are you doing to me?” Andrea said between moans.
“I’m making you feel good. You like feeling good, don’t you?”
“God yes.” Andrea gave in and started kneading her own breasts. Her nipples stood tall and sent jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy at the slightest touch.
“Just say the word and I’ll make it go away.”
Andrea moved one hand under her dress. Her pussy was on fire. She knew that she should tell him to stop, but her body had never felt this good before. A thought entered her brain. It said, “I should make Barry feel good too.” It was very persistent.
She leaned over and kissed Barry. The erotic sensations grew in strength. He pulled her onto the bed. She fell on top of him and felt his erection against her leg. It became her focal point. She needed to touch it. She needed to make it happy.
She massaged Barry’s iron pole through his slacks for half a minute before she went after his zipper. Before she’d gotten him unzipped his pants vanished. A second later her dress flew off her body on it’s own. He was naked from the waist down and she from the waist up. She slid down his body, her breasts rubbing over his firm torso.
“I want to suck your cock so bad,” Andrea said as she placed her hand on his manhood.
“I know,” Barry said with a smile. “Why don’t you titty fuck me first though. I think that you’ll find it quite enjoyable.”
Andrea had never tried to titty fuck a guy before. The boob fairy hadn’t been kind to her and she thought that it would be more embarrassing than pleasurable. She positioned her chest over Barry’s cock, squeezed her breasts together, and then ran them up and down its length. She loved the contrast between his rigid hardness and her soft supple flesh, but she had so little up top she could barely make her boobs touch. After a few seconds she found the task much easier. Her breasts swelled in her hands, going up several cup sizes in a few seconds, her delicate tea cups replaced with impressive jugs. She buried her hands in her new tits and mashed them together, swallowing all of Barry’s eight inches.
“Take me in you mouth.”
Andrea salivated at the thought of tasting Barry’s magnificent flesh. She repositioned herself and then licked his length. She tried to do her best, but she’d only given a few blow jobs and Trevor wasn’t as nearly as big as Barry. She felt horrible when she caught her teeth on Barry’s cock and made him flinch. After gagging on his cock for the third time she let him go, turning her body away from Barry’s, wanting to hide her shame.
“It’s all right,” Barry said soothingly as he stroked her hair. “All you need is a more experience.”
Memories of blowing guys besides Trevor invaded her brain, lots of guys. Between sucking off any guy who so much as smiled at her, she’d practiced deepthroating ever larger dildos. Her best so far was a twelve inch silicone monster called “The Behemoth”. She dove on Barry’s cock, swallowing his entire length. Within seconds she had him writhing on the bed. When she sensed that he was ready to come she slowed down and then moved her mouth to his balls. She stroked his slick pole with her hand while showering his nuts with gentle kisses. Once his breathing had slowed she moved her focus back to his cock and soon had him thrashing about.
She kept him at the edge of an orgasm for several minutes until he began begged her to let him come. When he exploded in her mouth she came too. She always did. She loved the taste of semen. It was what kept her throwing herself at every guy she met.
“That was amazing,” Barry said. “How did you get so good at that?”
“Lots and lots of practice.” Andrea kissed her way up Barry’s body. “Can we fuck now? I want you to be my first.”
“You’ve blown hundreds of men, but still haven’t popped that cherry? I find that hard to believe.” Barry groped Andrea’s tits, approving of their new size. She’d barely been a handful before. He’d need a several more sets of hands to cup all of her new tits.
“I’ve been saving my pussy for the right man.” Andrea thought about her boyfriend, Trevor. Hadn’t he been the only guy she’d done oral with? She had memories blowing lots of other men, but they were all faceless. Something told her that Barry had screwed with her mind again. At the moment she found it hard to care. She was still riding the aftermath of her orgasm and she wanted another one before it faded entirely.
“Once we’re on the road I’ll take you up on that. First let’s get dressed and see what everyone else is up to.”
As Barry climbed off the bed a smart looking black suit with creases sharp enough to be dangerous appeared on his body. His hair grew and turned black. It swept over one eye and brushed his shoulders, but had a clean, well kept look to it. Years faded from his face as eyeliner appeared around his eyes. His skin lightened until he looked like it had never seen the sun. Small gauges materialized in his ears and an ankh hung from a short chain around his neck. He had a thin mustache and a soul patch for facial hair.
“I think couples should share a look,” Barry said. “Ready for your makeover?”
Andrea pulled on her tank dress and then looked at herself in the mirror sitting above the bed’s oak headboard. Cupping her boobs she said, “I kind of liked the look you already gave me.”
“You’re definitely keeping those. Let me show you some of the possibilities.”
Andrea’s moaned as her mind was saturated with images of men and women dressed in a variety of different Goth styles: traditional, romantic, victorian, fetish, rivethead, steampunk, glam and many others. Next followed the knowledge of hairstyles, makeup, tattoos, piercings and latest Goth fashion trends. Her mood crashed when she looked back into the mirror.
“You’re right, I do need a makeover,” Andrea said. “I look like a Hot Topic reject.”
“Concentrate on how you want to look and I’ll do the rest.”
Andrea’s cotton tank dress grew rigid around her waist as its skirt gained volume. The straps over shoulders vanished and the neckline descended and then hugged her breasts. A fine tulle mesh covered the skirt. Her tights extended up her legs as they became fishnet stockings. Her blonde hair turned black and then exploded into a wild mane. Her skin lost its pigment, turning as white as funeral lilies. Heavy black makeup covered her face. Her lashes grew long and thick just as pentagram earrings materialized in her ears.
“I’m fucking beautiful,” Andrea said as she gazed at her reflection. She turned to Barry. “Thank you.” She threw her hands around his neck and kissed him.
Barry placed his hand on the small of Andrea’s back. “The others are returning. You’ll want to see this.” He placed a finger to his lips and then quietly opened the bedroom door.
On the other end of the RV, Penny and Devon were still watching the movie. She was giving him a tender neck massage while he sat in a chair and masturbated. Their expression made it look like they were both ready to come. The mood was broken when the RV door opened and Tracey bounded inside on her hands and knees, quickly followed by Buddy. They shot to the couch.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Susan said when she entered a second later.
Devon yanked up his pants, hiding his erection.
“Don’t stop,” Penny said. “I’m so close.”
“He’s your brother. What’s wrong with you?” Susan said.
“You’re one to talk,” Penny said as she threw herself in her chair, pissed that she’d gotten so close to an orgasm only to be denied. “Have fun walking your daughter?”
“I did as a matter of fact, once she started behaving that is.”
Susan and Roger made her way to the front of the RV and took their seats.
“Barry wants you to start driving east,” Penny said.
“I would, but I don’t have any keys,” Roger said, pointing to the empty ignition on the dash.
“Try looking in your purse,” Barry said as he guided Andrea out of the bedroom.
Susan’s eyes widened as she took in her daughter’s new look, particularly her impressive rack. When she finally tore her eyes away she noticed a stylish handbag sitting on the floor between the two captains chairs. “That’s not mine. I left my purse back in my car.”
“I know,” Barry said, not taking his eyes off Roger. “And I wasn’t talking to you.”
“It’s not my purse,” Roger said. He looked to Susan and then Penny, hoping one of the would come to his rescue. “I don’t carry a purse.”
Barry picked up the purse. “Determining the owner should be fairly easy.” He dug inside and pulled out a beige ladies wallet. He opened it and scanned the driver’s license. “What city do you live in?”
“Tucson, Arizona,” Roger said. He’d meant to say Salt Lake City, where her really lived.
“That’s a match. What’s your street address?”
“6763 Seahorse drive.”
“Two for two. What’s your name?”
Roger struggled not to answer, his body shaking with the effort. “Maria Suero,” he blurted.
“I think that proves that this is your purse, Maria.” Barry held the wallet and purse out to Roger. “Or do you want to see what other matches we can make? There’s still birthdate, gender and photo to review.”
“It’s my purse,” Maria said as he snatched his purse from Barry. He pulled out the keys and started the RV. “Where do you want to go?”
“Head east on I-70 for now.” Barry took a seat across the table from his new girlfriend. “Where do you want to go, Andrea? We can literally go anywhere.”
“There is something I’d like to do, but It’s kind of lame.”
“Doesn’t matter. Just pick something.”
Part 4
“I’d like to go to Chloe’s wedding,” Andrea said. “She’s getting married on Saturday.”
“I love weddings! They’re so full of potential. ” Barry said. “Where is it?”
“It’s on Whidbey Island in Washington State. I was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but my mom wanted to take the long way to Yale.”
“That’s not…” The words caught in Susan’s mouth when she realized that she was drawing Barry’s attention to herself again. She was forced to treat her youngest daughter like the family pet after the last time she’d made herself his focal point. Recovering she said, “That’s a great idea, Andrea.”
“You hear that, Maria?” Barry said. “We’re going west, not east.”
“We’re going to need gas before too long,” Maria said, answering to his new name automatically.
“I’ll leave that to your capable hands,” Barry said. “You and Susan are in charge of the travel logistics. If you get tired, let her drive or find someplace to park. I don’t care as long as you get us the church on time.” He looked to Andrea. “Do you want to be there for the rehearsal dinner?”
“I’m not part of the wedding party anymore so I don’t care.”
Barry turned back to Maria. “Get us to the island anytime on Friday. Think you can do that?”
“I won’t fail you, Barry.” Maria put the RV in drive.
“Do you know the address, Susan?”
“Yes, I know it. If it’s alright, I’d like to call Chloe’s mother and let her know that we’re coming.” Susan took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I’d like to call my husband, David, too. I haven’t spoken to him since last night. He gets worried when he doesn’t hear from me.”
“Tell him that you’ve decided to go to the wedding, but nothing about me, the RV or its other occupants.”
“I won’t say a thing.”
Barry face lost its humor. “If you do it will be the last words you speak.”
“Um…,” Susan said.
“What is it now?” Barry snapped
“My phone is in my car.”
Barry smiled. “Is that all?” He held out his hand and Susan’s phone appeared in it.
“Thank you,” Susan said as she gingerly took the phone from his open palm.
While Barry interacted with her mom, Andrea tried to get her sister’s attention. Tracey lay on the loveseat with Buddy. She was on her side, scratching his back while he lay curled up against her, both looking contented. When her nails hit a particularly itchy spot, Buddy looked up at her and licked her chin. Tracey giggled and started scratching behind his ears.
When Barry returned to his seat Andrea gave up on being covert. “Can I go in back with Tracey?
Barry looked over at Tracey who’d perked up her head at the mention of her name and then back at Andrea. After scrutinizing her for a couple moments he said, “Sure, why not?”
Buddy barked twice.
“I’m just going to talk to my sister for a few minutes, sheesh,” Tracey said as she stood.
Susan snapped her fingers. “Down girl!”
Tracey dropped to the ground.
“Give it a rest, Mom,” Andrea said as she helped her sister stand. “I’ll worry about Tracey. You worry about Maria taking the right road to Washington.”
Tracey clung to Andrea’s side, her eyes not leaving her mother’s, fearing that she’d yell again. She’d never liked making her mother mad in the past, but now it was horrifying. Tracey had always tried to be a good daughter and mind her mother, but before it had been a choice, now it felt like a compulsion. She fought the urge to crawl to the back on her hands and knees. Only her sister’s constant reassurance along the way allowed her to walk to the bedroom on two legs.
After a nerve wracking forty foot journey, Tracey plopped herself on the bed while Andrea closed the bedroom door. She felt herself relax now that she was cut off from the sight of her mother. Andrea sat next to Tracey and pulled her into a hug. Neither spoke for a couple minutes, both enjoying each other’s closeness.
As she listened to the RV’s tires crunch along on the gravel road that led out of the campsite, Tracey thought about all the hours she and Andrea had spent alone together over the years. They were only a year apart and were best friends in addition to being sisters. They told each everything and regularly did each other’s hair and nails.
Tracey broke the hug and the silence. “It’s so weird seeing you dressed up Goth. We used to always make fun of them.” Tracey tried to backtrack by saying, ” It looks really good on you though.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“I can’t get over your new boobs. They’re totally epic.”
“They’re a gift from Barry.” Andrea looked down at her new girls and felt a tingle of pride. “I can ask him to give you a pair too.”
Tracey fingered the collar around her neck. “He’s not going to give me huge boobs, he’s going to turn me into a dog.” Her face clouded, tears rimming her eyes. “I’m going to be Buddy’s bitch.”
“I’m so sorry.” Andrea pulled Tracey’s head to her chest. “I’ll talk to him. He seems to like me; maybe I can talk him into changing his mind about you.”
“I hope you can. Buddy is nice, but I like being human.”
The girls fell silent again. After a few minutes Andrea said, “Can you understand him? Buddy I mean. When he barked you acted like you knew what meant.”
“Yeah, I don’t really understand how though. It sounds like regular barking, but I get this sense of what he means. It started happening when I was outside with mom.” Tracey pulled away from Andrea. “God, what a nightmare. Do you know how embarrassing it is wearing a leash and walking around on your hands and knees in front of a bunch of strangers?”
Andrea shook her head.
“A bunch of people laughed at me. One guy demanded to know what was going on. Roger told him it was a game that we played. I wanted to tell him the truth, but mom told me not to speak and then I couldn’t. The idea of disobeying her terrified me.” Tracey wiped at her tears. “Then Buddy started barking at me. At first I thought he was mad at me too, but then I realized that he wanted me to follow him. Once I did, Mom relaxed and stopped being mad. I felt better instantly. Buddy led me to a bunch of bushes so I could pee in private.”
“That sounds horrible,” Andrea said.
“Yeah, it totally sucked. Still, Buddy was really nice. If I have to be a dog I’m glad that he’ll be around to help me with it.”
“I’ll do whatever I can to make him change his mind.”
“Thanks,” Tracey said.
Andrea reached behind Tracey’s neck. “Let me help you take that collar off.”
“No!” Tracey pushed Andrea’s hands away. “I have to leave it on or she’ll get mad again. I can’t take it when she’s mad at me.”
“It’s okay, you can leave it on.” Andrea’s stroked her sister’s hair.
Tracey’s body relaxed. She curled up on the bed with her head in Andrea’s lap, enjoying her sister’s soothing touch. After a few minutes she said, “Why did you lie to Barry? Don’t you think it’s kind of dangerous?”
“When did I lie to him?”
“You were never Chloe’s bridesmaid. She would rather cancel the wedding than have you in the wedding party.”
“What are you talking about?” Andrea asked even as new memories involving Brad, Chloe’s fiancé, entered her mind.
“You blew Brad and then tweeted about it.” Tracey pulled her phone out of her back pocket and started tapping on the screen.
Andrea was horrified. Barry hadn’t just altered her mind. He’d altered reality. Tracey thought that she was an obsessed cock sucker and so did the rest of the world, including her parents. “It’s Barry’s magic. He altered the past around the same time he inflated my tits.”
“Really? I know that you used to have normal boobs, but I remember you bragging to me all the time about all the guys you gave blow jobs.” Tracey held out her phone. “Check your twitter feed.”
Andrea stared at the screen. There were hundreds of posts of her recounting the details of the guys she’d sucked off. “I can actually remember posting these, but I know that I never actually did.”
“Maybe you should ask Barry to fix that, too.” Tracey frowned. “Okay, now I’m totally confused. If you’re supposed to still be friends with Chloe then why would you want to take Barry there? Who knows what he’ll do to them.”
“I wasn’t thinking about that. I wanted to see her wedding.”
“Tell Barry that you want to do something else.”
“No. Now that I’m no longer friends with Chloe I want Barry to be there.” A malicious smile grew on her face. “I want to see what he’ll do to her and her stuck up parents.”
“You’re really becoming evil, you know that?”
“I know and I kind of love it. I loved watching that skinny bitch in the parking lot turn into an obese whale.”
“That was really mean. The old Andrea wouldn’t have done that. I guess the Goth look fits the new you.” Tracey stood. “I should get back up front.”
“Please stay. I’ll try to be less evil.”
“It’s not that. I feel weird being away from Buddy. When we’re together I feel like I’m a part of something bigger, like I’m part of his team or something. I’ve been getting more and more anxious the longer I’ve been away from him.”
Andrea watched Tracey walk away. She decided to hang out in the bedroom, having no desire to watch “Zack and Miri Make a Porno”, nor her mom treat Tracey like the family pet. Halfway to the couch Tracey dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to the couch.
Andrea looked into the mirror. She remembered thinking Goths were freaks, but she liked her new look now. The black makeup and clothing was striking against her pale skin. The corset gave her a sexy hourglass figure and showed off her new tits. She wanted Trevor to see her new boobs. She wanted to watch his jaw drop and then smother him with them before dropping to her knees and sucking him off.
While it bothered her that everyone thought that she was a total cock slut she found that she enjoyed the memories of all them men she’d pleasured. There were so many and she’d enjoyed every minute of it. Just thinking about them was making her mouth salivate and her pussy moisten. In this new reality Trevor hadn’t been her first, he wasn’t even in the first ten. Andrea rubbed her clit through her panties while she recalled the time she’d blown the principal under his desk. She’d been sent there after getting caught in the boy’s bathroom. He’d threatened to expel her until she gave him a taste of her oral talent.
“Tracey said that you wanted to see me,” Barry said.
“Close the door, please,” Andrea said with a moan.
As soon as he had the door closed Andrea had his pants pulled down to his ankles. She took him in her mouth and sucked his flaccid cock while fingering herself. She didn’t care that her mom and sister probably knew exactly what she was doing. She needed Barry’s manhood in her mouth like she needed to breathe.
Andrea came the first time when Barry grew erect. There was nothing like feeling a guy’s cock growing hard inside your mouth. It made her come every fucking time. It was almost as good as making him blow his load.
“Fuck, you’ve got so much natural talent.” Barry held Andrea’s head with one hand, guiding her up and down, while holding the wall with the other, fearing that his knees might buckle at any moment. “I’ve altered the past of a lot of women, but none of them ended up half as good as you are.”
Andrea deep throated Barry as a way of saying thanks.
Once again Andrea orgasmed when Barry did and once again he turned her down when she asked him to fuck her. He lay on the bed while she rubbed her body against his.
“Please, I need you inside me.”
“I’m sure that you do, but you don’t want it bad enough yet.”
Andrea kissed Barry’s neck while rubbing his spent cock. “I’ll do anything for you, just please fuck me.”
Barry lifted Andrea’s head and gazed into her eyes. “When that’s actually true I’ll do a lot more than just fuck you. Now, what is it that you wanted to ask me?”
Andrea considered her two requests; remove her cock sucking past and spare her sister a life as a dog. She wasn’t sure that she wanted the first one removed. It didn’t bother her that much anymore. She was better at sucking cock than anything else she’d ever done. Besides, she loved it. She had fun, the guys she pleasured had fun, and no one got hurt. What was the big deal?
“Are you going to turn Tracey into a dog?”
“Eventually, but first I’m going to have some fun at your mother’s expense.”
“Do you have to?”
Barry chuckled. “I don’t have to do anything, but I promised Buddy that I’d make him a companion and he likes your sister a lot. I suppose I could find someone else for him. Are you sure that you want me to do that?”
The question startled Andrea. “Of course I do. I don’t want my sister to be a dog!”
“Maybe not right now, but I bet there were times in your past that you did. Maybe not a dog specifically, but you wanted her punished in some way.”
All the times that Tracey had annoyed her or made her jealous came to the forefront of Andrea’s mind. The time her father had taken her to his job for “Bring Your Daughter to Work Day” while Andrea had to stay home, sick with the flu. The time Tracey had taken her favorite shirt without asking. All the times she’d wanted a room of her own, but had to share one with her little sister. The way Tracey popped her gum when she played those stupid video games. Andrea grew angrier with each memory.
“She can be a little bitch when she wants to be,” Andrea said.
“Sounds like I picked the perfect mate for Buddy then.”
“You sure did,” Andrea said gleefully. She lay her head on Barry’s chest and fell asleep.
Andrea woke up in a daze. She had trouble remembering what day it was or where she was. Her tits swayed on her chest to the gentle rocking of the room. The sound of tires on asphalt vibrated up through the bed. Barry breathed deeply next to her and held her tightly with his strong arm, filling her with a sense of security.
The RV tilted to the left and then to the right. Bright sunlight streamed in through the window. The occasional shadow moved slowing from one end of the window to the other, making it seem like the RV was barely moving. When the RV came to a stop a minute later she decided to investigate. She sat up and shrieked when the boning in her corset dug into her hip.
Barry snapped awake. “What’s wrong?”
“Remind me never to sleep in a corset,” Andrea said.
“Why are we stopped?” Barry asked in the middle of a yawn.
Andrea peeked out one of the windows. She had a view of a two lane road. Across the street she saw a diner and a small country store. Craning her neck she was able to catch the corner of an Arco gas station sign. “It looks like we’ve stopped for gas.”
The sound of the RV’s door opening was quickly followed by raised voices. The argument lasted for nearly a minute. It ended with the door slamming shut.
“Let’s see what kind of mischief we can get into.”
Barry’s words sent a strange thrill through Andrea.
When they exited the bedroom they ran into Penny and Devon. They were in the bunk beds, Penny on the bottom bunk and her brother on the top. Devon tried to hide his erection.
“We decided to take a nap,” Penny said.
“Don’t let us get in your way,” Barry said. “We’re going for a walk.”
As they passed the kitchen Andrea heard Penny whisper to her brother, “You can keep going, they can’t see you.”
Andrea couldn’t hear what Devon said, but she heard Penny’s reply, “Don’t hold out on me. I’m so fucking horny. You’ve got to come for me. I’m dying here.”
Barry walked past the RV’s main door and to the loveseat. Tracey was laying on it, her face buried in the back cushion. It sounded like she was crying.
Andrea ran to her sister. She placed a hand on her back and said, “What’s wrong?”
Tracey kept her face hidden. “Mom wouldn’t let me go outside unless I was wearing a leash.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“She let Buddy go outside without a leash and he’s an actual dog. It’s so unfair.”
“It can’t be easy for you.” Andrea stroked her sister’s hair. She thought about all the memories Barry had helped to resurface earlier. All the times Tracey had been annoying over the last 16 years. She decided that he was correct; it was time for some mischief. An idea came to Andrea and with it an exciting thrill in her gut. “Do you remember Dusty?”
Tracey turned toward her sister. “Yeah, what about her?”
“Do you remember how excited she got whenever anyone picked up her leash? She’d freak out like a seven year old going to Disneyland for the first time. She loved going on walks so much.” Andrea reached behind with her free hand and found Barry’s. They intertwined their fingers.
“She loved smelling things, like all dogs.” Tracey wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
“You should try it. Maybe you’d like it.” Andrea squeezed Barry’s hand.
Tracey looked up at Barry and then back at her sister. “What are you doing, Andrea?”
“I’m just trying to help you out with Mom,” Andrea said. “Maybe if you met her halfway she’d be more reasonable.”
“I’m not into smelling things. It’s not my idea of a good time.”
Barry smiled. “With a nose like that? I’m surprised.”
The tip of Tracey’s nose darkened and its texture turned leathery. Once the tip turned completely black, her hair and eyes both shifted to a rich brown hue and a fine dusting of brown fur sprouted at the corners of her forehead. Tracey reached up, felt her moist nose and panicked. She didn’t need to look into a mirror to know that she now had the nose of a dog. The rest of her face seemed to be the same, which gave her some relief.
“Please give me my old nose back.”
“You haven’t even given it a chance,” Barry said. “Take a big whiff.”
Tracey inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened as her mind was inundated with new information. The scents that her nose picked up were amazing. There were many she recognized, but many more that she’d never encountered and didn’t have a name for. She sniffed her own arm and then paused while her brain worked on the new sensory information.
She grabbed her sister’s arm and sniffed again. Their scents were similar, but distinguishable. She sniffed her sister again, picking up the scents of body lotion, feminine musk, and even semen.
“This is amazing!” Tracey said. “There’s so many smells. I don’t know what most of them are, but they’re all so intense.”
“Buddy can help you identify smells,” Barry said.
At the mention of Buddy, Tracey twisted her body and started sniffing the couch, picking up a strong masculine scent. It was different than the male scent coming off of Barry. It was much better.
“Are you ready to go outside?” Andrea said. Her sister still had her nose buried in the couch, sniffing away.
Tracey whipped around and saw that Andrea held the dreaded dog leash. “I’ll just stay here.” She couldn’t get enough of Buddy’s scent.
Barry broke away. He grabbed Maria’s purse off the floor and then walk over to the door and opened it. “Come over here and take a sniff.”
Tracey didn’t need to move. She’d already caught the plethora of smells coming in through the open door. Her interest in Buddy’s scent diminished. She grabbed the end of the leash and attached it to her collar. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”
Andrea had a hard time keeping up with her sister as she bolted out of the door, nose high, sniffing the air. Susan was unscrewing the gas cap at the rear of the RV. Tracey ran to her mom, sniffed her arm and then ran toward a strip of grass next to the service station, pulling Andrea after her.
“Where’s Maria?” Barry asked.
“He’s checking the oil.”
“Go take over for Andrea and send her to me. I’ll find someone to pump gas.” Barry walked to the front of the RV. When he saw Maria checking a dipstick he asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m just checking the oil.” Maria wiped the dirty oil off the dipstick and then slid it back into the engine. “Whoever owned this RV didn’t believe in regular oil changes.”
“Why are you doing that? Doesn’t this gas station have employees to do things like pump the gas and check the oil?”
“This is a self service gas station,” Maria said. “I don’t know if there are any full service stations in existence anymore.”
“You can stop. I’ll find someone else to do that.”
“It’s no worry. I’ve done this plenty of times,” Maria said as he wiped his hands on a rag. “I’ll have all the fluids checked before Susan is finished pumping gas.”
“I said to stop,” Barry said through his teeth. He held up Maria’s purse. “You forgot this inside. You better not forget it again.”
“Sorry, Barry.” Maria stepped away from the engine and reached for his purse.
Barry pulled the purse away. “Look at your hands. They’re covered with oil. You don’t want to stain your beautiful purse dirty, do you?”
“I’ll get washed up right away.”
“You’re going the wrong way,” Barry said when Maria moved toward the RV’s door. “Wash up in the gas station bathroom.”
Maria gulped. He’d managed to annoy Barry again and that was never a good idea. He needed to get on his good side quickly. “Of course not. I’ll wash up in the restroom and I’ll even find an employee to pump gas.” Maria hurried toward the bathrooms on the side of the gas station.
“You let me worry about the gas.” Barry followed Maria to the bathrooms. “You worry about going into the right bathroom. It could be pretty embarrassing if you went into the wrong one.”
Maria panicked. He’d intended to go into the men’s restroom, but now he didn’t know if he should. If he picked the wrong one Barry was liable to change him again. Having his name changed from Roger to Maria was bad enough. He didn’t want anything else changed. When he reached the bathrooms he hesitated for a moment.
“I know that it can be confusing so let me help you.” Barry snapped his fingers.
Maria felt cool air on his legs. He looked down to see that he was wearing a purple cotton dress. It had short sleeves, puffy shoulders and a skirt that fell to mid calf. His loafers were now a pair of black dress flats.
“That will help you remember which bathroom to use. See, one sign shows a person wearing pants and the other shows a person wearing a dress. All you need to do is look at your clothes to know which to use. Now stick your arm out.” Barry slid the purse over Maria’s shoulder and then slapped him on the ass.
Maria scurried into the ladies bathroom before Barry decided to change him even further, hoping that the bathroom was empty, not knowing what he’d say if it wasn’t.
Barry walked toward the entrance of the gas station to find an employee to pump gas when he heard the squeal of brakes. Across the parking lot the driver of a red corvette convertible was laying on the horn. Andrea stood next to the driver’s door, yelling at the man. An elegant looking woman in her forties sat in the passenger seat, looking bored. Barry ran to Andrea’s side.
“Well if you weren’t speeding you wouldn’t have to slam on the brakes,” Andrea yelled at the driver.
“Look both ways next time, Elvira.” The driver was easily in his fifties and in excellent shape for his age. He wore a Rolex and an expensive looking dress shirt.
“Nice ride,” Barry said. “I bet you must know a lot about cars.”
“Why don’t you and your girlfriend go find a séance or something and get out of my way so I can get some gas.”
“Of course, but first I need you to take a look at my RV. It needs all of the fluids checked apparently. Your girlfriend can fill the RV’s gas tank.”
“Me and my wife will do no such thing.” The driver pulled forward, bumping Barry with the front quarter panel.
Barry shook his head. “Bad idea.”
He pushed the car. It’s wheel’s screeched as it slid sideways on the asphalt. The paint job dulled and then flaked off in large patches, revealing a rusted underbody. The body of the car lengthened as it grew taller and gained a roof. A large hook sprouted out of the trunk and the words, “Jethro’s Towing and Auto Maintenance” appeared on the doors.
The man stepped out of the tow truck just as his dress shirt became a tattered t-shirt and his pants grew into a pair of greasy overalls. His hair lengthened in the back, giving him a classic mullet, and his face grew a scraggly beard. His belly swelled until he looked liked he’d gained fifty pounds. A thick bulge sprouted beneath his lower lip.
He spat out a thick stream of brown liquid to the side and then said, “Get yer lazy ass out of the truck, Enid! These fine people need some gas pumped.” Jethro marched to the RV.
The woman struggled to get out of the tall tow truck, her tight leather skirt making the task difficult. Once standing she tottered to Barry on shiny red stilettos. “Please don’t change me. I’ll pump your gas for you.”
“Aw, but then you two won’t match. Don’t worry I let you stay beautiful.”
The woman shrank as the years melted away, leaving her a half foot shorter. Her rich auburn hair lengthened as it faded to a white blonde. Her make heavy, professional makeup vanished, revealing the face of a girl just exiting her teens. The stilettos lost their heels as they spread up her legs, robbing her of another three inches of height, but giving her a pair of classic cowboy boots. A pair of plastic hoop earrings replaced her diamond studs just as a matching rhinestones appeared in her bellybutton and nose.
“I’m sorry papa wuz rude to you mister. I’ll get you full of gas right quick.” Enid skipped across the parking lot, with a dumb smile on her face,.
Barry rubbed his hands together. “Now that the RV is taken care of, let’s go across the street and get some treats for everyone.”
They walked to the small store across the street holding hands. Andrea was loving Barry’s idea of mischief, she wished that she had power like that. To be able to change people inside and out must be such a power trip.
Across the parking lot Tracey was having the time of her life. She sat at the base of a cottonwood tree inhaling all of its various scents. There were so many. On the surface it was all Buddy, who had urinated on it five minutes ago, but beneath that was the marking left by a female boxer and below that it was a male chihuahua. There were layers beyond counting. She could stay there all day except there was another tree ten feet over and it had all new scents to discover.
Susan stood a few feet behind her daughter. She had Tracey’s leash wrapped around one wrist and was playing Candy Crush on her phone, not paying any attention to her daughter. She did look up when she heard Maria approach. She stifled a laugh when she saw the dress he was wearing.
“I like your dress,” she said. “The color suits your skin tone and it’s very slimming.”
Maria blushed and not from embarrassment, which surprised him. The compliment felt really good to hear. “Thanks. How are you holding up?”
“Fine considering. I’m just hoping that Barry will find someone else to play with at the wedding and will let us go.”
“We can only hope.”
Susan followed her daughter to the next tree. “Do you know anything about him?”
“I know as much as you do. I saw him beckon your daughter to the RV. I was afraid he was going to snatch her so I came over to investigate. He told me to get inside the RV and wait. Pennt and Devon were already inside.”
“I’m scared,” Susan said.
Maria placed a hand tentatively on Susan’s shoulder. When she leaned into it he wrapped an arm around her. She lay her head on his shoulder and cried quietly.
The general store was about twice the size of a typical 7-11 and had an eclectic selection of merchandise. In addition to the standard convenience store fare, they sold fishing poles, ammunition, hunting licenses, chicken feed, t-shirts, and the oil paintings of a local artist.
“What should I buy?” Andrea asked as they walked around the store. Barry held Andrea’s hand with his left hand and a small shopping basket with his right.
“Think mischief in mind,” Barry said. He was smiling again and it was turning Andrea on. “Don’t worry about Penny and Devon they won’t be riding with us much longer.”
“Why not?” Andrea dropped a tube of tennis balls and a bag of dog treats into the basket.
“It would be rude to show up to your friend’s wedding with a couple strangers.”
“I bet Maria would like this.” Andrea pointed to a chocolate display with the picture of a sensual woman and the tag line, “Every woman is one part Godiva.” She placed one of the chocolate bars and a small manicure kit in the basket. “What about you and Maria? You’re strangers, too.”
Barry grabbed a couple bottles of wine. “True, but we’re accompanying you and your mother so it’s different.” He turned to the cashier. “Do you carry any of the hard stuff?”
The man shook his head.
“Damn it,” Barry said as he grabbed a half case of Budweiser.
“Can’t you just create some?”
“Sure, but where’s the fun in that?”
Andrea rifled through a rack of t-shirts. “What do you think of this one for my mom? She used to volunteer at a shelter for unwed mothers.” The shirt she held had the words “I support single moms” written on the front along with a silhouette of a curvaceous woman hugging a stripper pole.
Barry kissed Andrea. “You’re turning out perfectly.”
“My mom hates junk food,” Andrea said as she threw a handful of Twinkies into the basket.
“There’s something else I bet she’d hate even more.” Barry pointed to the rack of cigarettes behind the bored cashier.
“You want to make her smoke?” Andrea said with glee. “She’ll fucking hate that!”
“Eventually, but I was thinking more of you. I think she’d hate that even more.”
“Oh.” Andrea wasn’t sure that she wanted to smoke, even if it would cause much mischief. She thought that smoking was disgusting. “You want to turn me into a smoker?”
“I could, but I think it would be much more effective if you decided to start smoking on your own. When she realizes that there was no magic involved it will make her flip.”
“I guess.” Andrea wasn’t sure she wanted to go down that road. It was one thing to buy a t-shirt and junk food to annoy her mom, it was another to start poisoning her own body. She wanted to make Barry happy, but this was going a little too far.
“Didn’t you say that you’d wanted to be a bridesmaid in your friend’s wedding, but your mom wouldn’t let you? I bet that made you mad.”
“Yeah, it did.” Andrea stared at the cigarettes as she remembered how mad she’d been at the time. Barry ran a hand up along her back and the anger grew and festered. Andrea couldn’t believe how fucking selfish her mom could be. She’d been given the honor to take part in her friend’s special day and her mom couldn’t be bothered to delay the trip by a couple day. She was such a cunt!
“Maybe she’ll hate seeing me smoke as I hated telling Chloe that I couldn’t be in her wedding,” Andrea said with a sneer on her face. “Which brand should I smoke?”
“I think one of the long white ones would go with your new look.” Barry set the basket on the counter and said to the cashier, “This and a couple packs of Virginia Slims.” He turned back to Andrea while the cashier rang up their purchases. “So, you know that I’m going to cause some havoc at your friend’s wedding. It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. Since she’s your friend I’ll let you pick how I change the bride and groom. I promise that they’ll still love each other and will have the same chance at happiness that they did before.”
Part 5
Tracey knelt on the grass trying to decipher the scents emanating off the stump before her. The smell of rotting wood was the most obvious, she could have picked that up with her old nose. The various dog scents were fairly easy to distinguish, too. It was the other animal scents that were throwing her. Her mother stood about fifteen feet behind her. She’d let go of the leash and talking to Maria. Seeing his new purple dress, Tracey guessed that Barry had used more magic on him.
She turned back to the stump and took another deep whiff. This time she caught a strong scent of male bullmastiff that hadn’t been there before. She jumped when she felt the dog’s nose against her backside. She whipped around and faced the dog; he was almost as big as she was. He moved around her and sniffed at her butt again. Tracey wanted to move away, but something about the dog’s scent held her in place.
The dog pushed at the middle of her back with his snout and Tracey dropped to all fours obediently. He sniffed up her spine until his muzzle was at the base of her neck and his hips pressed against her bottom.
Susan watched the scene unfold as she pretended to listen to Maria. It was something of a horror show. A large dog was preparing to mount her daughter and there was nothing she could do about it. She thanked the stars that Tracey was still wearing her denim shorts. The dog wouldn’t actually be able to penetrate her. At least that was something. But what about next time? What about when Barry finally transformed her into a dog? Should she get her daughter spayed? She’d been dreaming about grandchildren for years now, hoping for the day when her daughters married and then had children of their own. Maybe she’d let Tracey bare one litter of puppies before she had her spayed. It wouldn’t be exactly the same as having grandchildren, but it was better than nothing.
In the meantime she needed to get the dog off her daughter. Maria continued to talk, his back to the action, unaware of what was transpiring. Susan tried to think of something to say, but any type of call for help died in her throat. Then it came to her.
“Looks like someone found a new friend,” Susan said.
Maria turned and let out a gasp.
Tracey held her breath as the bullmastiff sniffed her neck, his drool dripping into her hair. Any moment he would start thrusting. She still had her cut offs, but she didn’t trust them to save her. She’d seen too much magic recently. If Barry could give her a dog nose he could make her shorts disappear, too.
“Get off her!” Maria yelled as he ran to them, clapping his hands loudly.
Tracey felt the dog stiffen as he let out a low growl that vibrated through his torso and into hers.
“Off, Zeus!”, a man yelled from the distance.
The dog turned his head the the sound and then slinked off of Tracey.
“I’m so sorry. He’s usually better behaved,” the man said as he ran to his dog, Zeus.
“We should have been paying better attention,” Susan said as she picked up Tracey’s leash.
When the man finally noticed Tracey’s nose he came to an abrupt halt. His eyes followed the leash to Susan and then he looked at Maria and her dress. “What the fuck is going on here? You people some kind of freaks?”
“You should keep your dog under control,” Barry said casually. He smiled in a way that the man found comforting, but the others knew meant trouble.
Andrea ran up and then stood beside him, trying to catch her breath. She’d been leaving the general store with Barry when he suddenly took off at a run. He ran effortlessly while it took everything and she still couldn’t keep up with him.
“You can hardly blame Zeus for confusing that with a dog,” the man pointed to Tracey. “You even have her on a leash for god’s sake.”
“Does Zeus need a playmate to keep his attention?” Barry said. “I can help with that.”
The man’s t-shirt bulged as his pecs grew, quickly forming into a healthy pair of breasts. He clutched at the soft flesh on his chest as his hips widened and his waist shrank. His hand flew to his crotch, groping at his shrinking manhood.
“What are you doing to me?” The man said, his voice raising in pitch.
His clothes vanished, revealing a woman’s body. He let out a grunt as his legs changed shape, forcing him onto all fours. A muzzle grew quickly and fur spread across the former man’s body. The new bullmastiff barked at Barry.
Barry waited until the dog’s tail finished growing “You have 15 minutes to get home before you go into heat. If you don’t want to be fucked by every male dog within a mile radius you’d better get home quick. Once you’re impregnated by Zeus you’ll go out of heat. Your girlfriend will be waiting for you. She’ll take care of you, Zeus and the puppies.”
The dog bolted to the east, hoping to make the three mile journey home within the time limit. Zeus loped after her, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, looking like he knew what awaited him in fifteen minutes time.
“Where the fuck is Buddy?” Barry roared.
Buddy came running from behind the gas station. Once he was within ten feet of the group and saw the look on Barry’s face he shrank into himself, cowering.
Barry turned to Maria. “Thank you for helping Tracey.” He looked over at Buddy. “Someone else was goofing off and not watching out for her like I’d instructed.” He took a step toward Buddy and then sighed. “I’ll deal with you later. I need to deal with Penny and Devon right now. Everyone into the RV and send the other two out.”
Barry waited outside while the others climbed into the RV. A minute later Penny and Devon climbed out.
“You wanted to see us?” Penny said.
“Follow me.” He led them over a Toyota Tacoma pickup that had belonged to the Zeus’s former owner. “It’s time to part ways. I’m sorry that we didn’t really get a chance to know each other. Is there anything you’d like before I let you go?”
“My car is back at the campground,” Penny said. “How are we going to get back there?”
Barry snapped his fingers. The truck morphed into a red 1967 Pontiac GTO hardtop. A set of car keys dangled from his index finger. “Anything else? Don’t be shy; you can ask for anything.”
Devon took the keys from Barry. “Can I be a rap star?”
Barry scowled. “The last thing the world needs is another white rapper. I’ll tell you what the world does need: more porno filmmakers.” A medium sized, enclosed trailer appeared behind the car with the words “Devon Film Productions” written on its side. “You’ll find everything you need in the trailer: lights, high end digital cameras, sound equipment, you name it.”
“Will you remove the pleasure link between me and Devon? I have to admit that I’ve had some of my best orgasm while he pleasured himself, but he is my brother.”
Barry stroked his chin. “I don’t like undoing my magic. It’s going backwards. Kind of like admitting defeat. I much prefer going forward. You say you that you liked the orgasms, but not with your brother. Easy fix. You’re no longer his sister, you’re his leading lady.”
Like the man earlier the first change was to Penny’s breasts, They throbbed as they swelled on her chest, overwhelming her with pleasure. Her ass was next, quickly filling out, enveloping her body with orgasm like sensations. She shrieked when her legs lengthened and her cheekbones rose on her face. Penny ran one hand over her throbbing sex while pinching the bullet like nipples capping her enormous tits.
Devon gaped at the goddess that used to be his sister, his cock tenting his pants. He nearly came when her clothes vanished and her caught a flash of her nakedness. While disappointed when new clothes formed on her body, he had to approve of Barry’s fashion sense. She now wore a white, one piece bathing suit that clung to her body and showed off a heart stopping amount of cleavage.
Barry added some makeup to Penny’s face and then accessorized her with some jewelry, He turned her red hair black and then said, “I’ve given you additional nerve endings in your tits, pussy and ass. You’ll come easily and often. I’ve also removed your gag reflex. Since you’re going to be a porn star I’ve extended the pleasure link to anyone you fuck. Now to give you both the knowledge of your new professions.”
Devon’s mind was filled with camera angles and lighting techniques while Penny’s was filled with a hundreds of different ways to make men and women come.
“You’ll need a better name. Penny doesn’t have a very good ring to it.”
“She looks like a Lola to me,” Devon said.
“Call me Luscious Lola,” Penny said as she licked her lips and groped her tits.
“Thanks, Barry,” Devon said as he opened the car door for Lola.
“Yeah, thanks, Barry.” She ran her long nails along the side of has face and then down his chest. “I’d love to show you just how thankful I am.”
“Another time.”
Lola slinked into the car. Devon closed her door and then ran to the other side of the car and got behind the steering wheel. Lola slid across the leather bench seat and grabbed his bulge.
“I want to see if Barry was telling the truth about my gag reflex.” She unzipped his pants. “If that’s okay with you, lover. I mean I was your sister just a few minutes ago.”
“I’m totally fine with that.” He gasped when Lola pulled his cock through his zipper. He didn’t remember being so big or thick. Not that she gave him much time to look at it before pouncing on him and swallowing it whole.
Lola worked the tip of Devon’s cock with muscles in her throat that most humans didn’t possess. In addition to those, Barry must have added some new nerve endings, too. The cock in her throat was better than any cock had ever felt in her pussy. It made her wonder what anal was going to feel like. If it was even half as good as the blow job, she’d be begging to be fucked in the backdoor regularly.
When Devon came into her she nearly fainted from the dual orgasms. In addition to her own she was rocked with the full force of Devon’s thanks to the link to his pleasure. And it was going to be that way every time! She’d feel that pleasure with every man and woman she fucked.
“Barry is the best,” Lola said.
“He sure is.” Devon started the car and then drove away from the gas station. He wasn’t sure where he was headed, but as long as he had Lola with him he didn’t care.
Lola laid her head on Devon’s shoulder and kneaded his flaccid cock. “How long does it take you to get hard again after coming?”
“It depends,” Devon said with a laugh. “With you it shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”
“Good.” Lola licked her lips. “I’m going to need me some more of that real soon.”
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Barry entered the RV took one look at Buddy, laying on the loveseat, panting, and shouted. “Get in the back. You’re restricted to the bottom bunk bed until I say otherwise.”
The others stared at the ground, eyes wide, hands trembling. Barry was scary to deal with when he was happy. His ire shaked them to the core.
He turned his gaze on Andrea. “Have you handed out the gifts yet?”
Andrea’s head shot up. “No, I thought that I should wait for you before I did that.”
Barry squinted at her for a moment and then his face relaxed, “That was a good idea.” He sat at the table. “Go ahead and get started.”
Andrea kept her eyes on him as she picked up the bag, worried that he would go back to being angry at any moment. She dug in the bag, found the chocolate bar and manicure kit by feel and then stood.
“These are for you.” Andrea held the items out to Maria.
“I’m allergic to milk,” Maria said, his voice shaking.
“That’s all right. Just take the manicure kit. In fact, just give out one gift to your sister and mom, their choice. Once you’re done, come into the backroom.” Barry stood slowly. “Susan, I want you to drive. Maria’s hands will be otherwise occupied for some time.” He walked to the back of the RV.
Andrea offered the t-shirt and Twinkies to her mother. Susan looked at the silhouette of the stripper on the t-shirt and then at the twinkies. It was an easy decision. She hated Twinkies. She snatched shirt out of her daughter’s hand with a look of disgust.
“‘I support single mothers’. Cute. You’re so funny.” Susan tried to throw the shirt over the back of the driver’s seat, but it wouldn’t come out of her hand. With a sigh she pulled off her blouse and replace it with the t-shirt. “Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the gift.” She sat and then started the RV’s engine.
Andrea held the out the tennis balls and dog treats to her sister. Tracey pointed to the tube of tennis balls.
“Probably a good choice.” Andrea stuffed the twinkies and dog treats back in the plastic grocery and then headed to the bedroom to see what Barry wanted, hoping that he was in a better mood. What she really wanted was for him to fuck her after she’d sucked his cock again, but she wasn’t going to bring it up. He was scaring her too much at the moment. Her fear skyrocketed when she passed the bunk beds and saw the fluffy, stuffed animal on the bottom bed. It was a fluffy German shepherd that looked exactly like Buddy.
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Across the country, Chloe sat at a table with her mother, Elaine, and Paige, her maid of honor. They were in SkyCity, the restaurant at the top of the space needle. They’d just finished lunch and were casually sipping Caramel Macchiatos while the restaurant slowly rotated, providing a complete 360 view of the city, Cascade Mountains and Puget Sound every 45 minutes. They ignored the view in favor of a stack of white cardboard circles, the size of dinner plates, sitting in the center of the table, Each circle was numbered and had series of strips of Velcro attached to them. Next to the circles was a pile of cardboard rectangles with complementary Velcro on one side and a name written in beautiful calligraphy on the other.
All three ladies were dressed with an upscale, casual elegance. They’d spent the morning at the salon. Their nails, makeup and hair were perfect.
“How about this?” Paige affixed the “Aunt Grace” rectangle to the cardboard circle labeled with a “3”.
“No, no,” Elaine said as she quickly removed the name. “She can’t sit at the same table as the Wilsons.”
“The next open table is number 7.”
“We’ll have to listen to her complain at every family event for the next five years if she sits that far away from the head table,” Chloe said. “Why don’t we sit Mr. and Mrs. Rutherford at table seven?”
“I hate to bump them. They’ve been our neighbors for years and great friends. I’d hate to seat them in the back just because your father’s sister-in-law can’t get along with his business partner.” She let out a sigh. “Oh, I guess it doesn’t matter. There are much bigger things to worry about.”
“Worry about what?” Chloe asked with alarm. “Please tell me that the florist will be able to get the orchids for my bouquet. She promised.”
Elaine braced herself. “I received a call from Susan Marshall. She’s coming to the wedding along with both of her daughters.”
“What?” Chloe and Paige shrieked in unison.
“Keep your voices down,” Elaine hissed.
“They can’t come. I won’t allow it!” Chloe said.
“It will be hard to bar them without creating a scene. If you want to keep Brad’s dalliance with that slut a secret it might be better to suffer their presence in silence. If they start any problems at the wedding we can have them removed and arrested. I’ve called Andrea’s father, David Marshall. He’s going to try and talk some sense into Susan. There is still hope that they won’t show.”
Chloe swept the cardboard cutouts onto the floor., “Who cares where anyone sits now? My wedding is going to be ruined.” She covered her face with her hands and sobbed.
Paige placed her hand on Chloe’s back. “If that whore tries anything I’ll make her wish she was never born.”
Chloe whipped her hands away from her face. Black rivers of mascara flowed down her cheeks enhancing the fury in her eyes. “There almost wasn’t a wedding because of that bitch. I won’t let her stop me from marrying Brad.” She picked up a fork. “If she so much as looks at him I’ll gouge her eyes out.”
Paige picked up her fork. “She better stay away from Derek, too.”
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“Close the door behind you,” Barry said when Andrea entered the bedroom.
Andrea closed the door, but did not advance further into the room. “Did you kill Buddy?”
“No. He’s just in a time out. I’ll restore him later.” Barry patted the bed. “Come and sit. You don’t need to be afraid of me.”
Andrea took a breath and then moved to the bed. Barry kissed her once she sat.
“I need to take a timeout myself and recharge my batteries, so to speak. I won’t be available for quite a bit of time. I need you to take care of things up front while I’m indisposed.”
“I can’t make them do anything,” Andrea said. “If they try to leave I can’t stop them.”
“I’ve taken care of that. Just make sure that we get to the wedding in time and whatever you do, don’t come back here until I come out. No matter what. If I’m not out in time for the wedding you’ll have to carry on without me.”
“Okay, Barry.” Andrea swallowed and then said, “Can I give you a blow job? Maybe that will help you recharge.”
“You’re sweet to offer.” Barry stroked her cheek. “As much as I’d love to receive one I need to get started. Please close the door securely on your way out.”
Andrea did her best to keep her disappointment to herself as she crossed the room to the door.
“I almost forgot. Enid is hiding in the bathroom. I’ll leave her fate up to you. You can kick her out of the RV or let her come along to the wedding.”
Andrea closed the bedroom door and then took a long look at Buddy. He looked pretty cute as a stuffed animal. She wondered if he could was aware of his surroundings while in his time out. Something told her that he was.
“I hope that you’re comfortable,” Andrea said, grimacing as the words escaped her mouth. She didn’t know what else to say. She patted his head and then turned around and knocked on the bathroom door. A muted thud followed, sounding like someone crashed into the bathroom wall.
“It’s okay, Enid. You can come out.”
There was no reply. Andrea knocked again and then tried the door handle. It was unlocked. She opened the door slowly to find an empty room. After a few seconds of confusion she noticed the beige shower curtain.
“No one is going to hurt you,” Andrea said. “You can stay in here if you want, but you’re welcome to join us up front. I haven’t sat in the shower yet, but I can’t imagine that it’s as comfortable as the seats up front.”
“You’re not going to take me back to my pa?” Enid’s voice trembled as she spoke.
“No, we’re going to a wedding in Washington state and you’re welcome to join us.
Enid pulled open the curtain. “Good. Cause Jethro was bad enough of a husband. I couldn’t imagine living with him as my pa.”
Andrea helped Enid to stand. The top of the girl’s head barely made it to her chin. “You remember your old life?”
“Yep. It’s a might fuzzy, but it’s still up there.” Enid tapped her temple.
Andrea led the way up front. The RV lurched to the right, sending both girls crashing into the wall.
“Sorry about that,” Susan yelled from the driver’s seat. “There was a chunk of tire in the road.”
Andrea sat at the table and then motioned for Enid to join her. “What was your old name? Where did you live? Who were you before Barry changed you?”
Enid screwed up her face and then said, “I’m guessing it ain’t all there after all. I know I wasn’t always called Enid, but it’s the only name in there. I recall being called all sorts of other things by my pa, “stupid git”, “lazy good for nothing”, and “dumb ass”, but they’s not real. My pa was my husband this morning and my husband never called me those things.”
“Where did you live? What brought you to the gas station today?”
“I remember a big house next to…” Enid’s voice trailed off. She was staring at Tracey’s face. “You’re cuter than a June bug!”
Tracey stopped tossing the tennis ball from hand to hand, horrified that the stranger was staring at her dog nose.
“I’m sorry, I should have introduced you,” Andrea said. “This is my sister, Tracey. My mom is driving and next to her is Maria. Everyone, this is Enid.”
“Can I touch your nose?” Enid asked with wonder in her eyes.
Tracey shrank into the couch, fearing that she was being made fun of. Yet, there was an earnestness in Enid’s expression that she found compelling. “Um...I guess so.”
Enid hopped over to the couch. She touched Tracey’s nose lightly, marvelling at it’s wet, leathery texture. “Can you smell with it?”
Tracey nodded. “You won’t believe what I can smell. I thought I had a good sense of smell before, but that was nothing. I can smell things from far away and things I never even knew existed. If it’s a dog smell I can tell if it’s a boy dog or girl dog and if it was sick or not.”
“That’d come in handy hunting up dinner.” Enid looked at the patch of fur on Tracey’s forehead. “Can I pet it?”
“Go ahead.” A wave of contentment flowed through her as Enid’s hand made contact with her fur. She leaned into the touch.
“Tell me more about the things you can smell.” Enid continued to pet Tracey as she listened to her smelling adventure from earlier in the day.
Susan glanced at her daughter, glad that she was making a human friend. Maybe Barry would rethink his plan to make her Buddy’s bitch. Maybe he’d use Enid instead. It seemed like a shame though. Enid was one little hottie. She looked over at Maria. He was using an emery board on his fingernails. When she’d first seen him in the dress she’d thought he’d looked ridiculous. It still looked out of place on his masculine frame, but now she imagined what it was going to look like on him once Barry gave him a body that would do it justice.
“Shit!” Susan yanked the steering wheel to the left, bringing the RV back on the road.
“Do you need me to drive?” Maria asked.
“No. I’m fine.” The t-shirt that Andrea had given her was fucking with her mind. While she knew that Barry had messed with her daughter’s mind too, she decided that she was going to get even with her anyway.
Maria watched the road for a few minutes, fearing that Susan might drift onto the shoulder again. That got boring quickly so he went back to filing his nails. He’d managed to shape the ones on his left hand fairly well. Despite grinding away at them for the last fifteen minutes they looked longer, not shorter. He had no doubt that he’d have a set of long, painted fingernails before the day was done.
Already he imagined them painted in different shades, trying to decide which color he liked best. The manicure kit hadn’t come with nail polish, but he was sure that he’d come across some once they were ready to be painted. Either he’d find some in his unexplored purse, one of the ladies would have some, or Barry would magic some into existence.
He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of coughing followed by the harsh smell of cigarette smoke.
“Who’s smoking?” Susan demanded.
Andrea took another drag and then choked again. “I am. I decided that I wanted to try smoking.”
“Put that out right now!”
“No! I’m over 18. I’ll smoke if I want.” Andrea puffed on the cigarette, her eyes watering as she struggled to suppress a cough. She was glad this was pissing off her mother. It kind of made the situation tolerable. The smoke tasted horrible and burned her lungs. To top it off, she’d only taken a couple of drags and she already felt like puking.
“I’m your mother and I demand that you put that out!”
“This is your fault, you know that, right? The road trip was your idea. If we had flown like Tracey and I wanted or stayed in a hotel instead of camping in a tent we wouldn’t be in this mess. Tracey wouldn’t be turning into a dog and I wouldn’t be a cock obsessed Goth. I’m going to smoke and I’m doing it because of you. No other reason. Every drag I take is because you’re a shitty mom.” She took a long puff that made her head spin.
“Way to get even. Poison yourself and everyone else. Real mature,” Tracey said. “You couldn’t have gotten a tattoo or something pierced so the rest of us wouldn’t have to breathe in your self absorbed rebellion?”
“Get off my back, bitch!” Andrea tossed her cigarette out the window half smoked, fearing that one more drag would make her vomit. She wasn’t sure that this was the best way to get even with her mother. She was tempted to try one from the other pack, the one that Barry had enchanted. Smoking one of those would turn a person into a smoker, but it would also transform their body and mind.. Barry hadn’t told her how the person would change. He’d wanted it to be a secret.
“Want to play catch?” Enid said to Tracey.
Tracey perked up. The desire to play catch had been growing within her since she’d opened the tube of tennis balls. “Okay.”
Enid giggled as she moved back to the seat at the table. Tracey tossed her the ball which she caught easily. When she tossed it back, Tracey had to fight the urge to catch it with her mouth. After a couple of tosses back and forth Andrea reached out and snatched the ball out of the air..
“This looks like fun. I want to play to.” Andrea threw the ball down the hall. “Oops.”
Tracey flew off the couch, scrambling after the ball. When she caught up with it she scooped it off the ground and then hurried back. Only when she saw her sister’s outstretched hand did she realize that she was on all fours with the ball in her mouth. Despite her desire to spit out the ball she continued her journey and then gently placed the in in Andrea’s hand.
“Good girl,” Andrea said as she patted Tracey’s head.
“You’re starting to remind me of my pa,” Enid said.
“But she likes playing fetch, don’t you girl.” Andrea swayed the ball back and forth. Tracey’s eyes were locked onto it. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am being mean.” Andrea set the ball on top of the table.
“It’s okay,” Tracey said. “We can still play.”
“I don’t think that’s that proper way to ask.”
“Please.”
“I don’t think that’s right either. If you really want to play let me know with a bark.”
“Oh my god you are such an asshole. Fine! Bark!”
“I meant bark, not say ‘bark’,” Andrea said. “Oh, fuck it.” She picked up the ball and tossed it toward the back of the RV. While she waited for Tracey to return she dumped the contents of the grocery bag onto the table. “Do you want something to eat?”
Enid’s eyes locked onto the Godiva chocolate bar. She reached for it, but then hesitated.
“It’s okay. Take whatever you’d like.” Andrea tossed the ball for Tracey again.
Enid tore open the Chocolate bar’s wrapper. “I love chocolate. I even loved it before I got younger. I can still remember that.” She broke off one of the corners and popped it into her mouth. She smiled and made a yummy sound.
“You can have the whole thing. I bought it for Maria, but he hates chocolate apparently.”
Maria turned around at the mention of his name. “I don’t hate chocolate. I have an allergy.”
He watched Enid break off another piece of chocolate and wondered what it was going to do to her. He looked at his nails, now a full inch past the tips of his fingers. With a sigh he picked up his purse off the floor and then started rooting through it. He felt a wonderful elation when his fingers encountered a small glass bottle with a cylindrical plastic cap. He removed the polish. The color was a bright red and the label declared it “Jelly Apple”. He shook the bottle a couple of times before unscrewing the lid and then applying a thick coat to his thumbnail.
Andrea watched Enid intently. She’d only taken a couple of bites and her near white hair had already darkened to a sandy brown.
Her stomach had settled so she decided to give smoking another try. It would give her something to do besides toss the ball for Tracey and watch Enid slowly eat her chocolate bar. She took smaller puffs this time and found it easier to tolerate the smoke. There were still the enchanted cigarettes sitting in the middle of the table, but it only took one look at Maria painting her nails with a natural ease or her sister gnawing on a tennis ball to make her realize that she was better off learning to smoke the old fashioned way.
Once Enid had made it halfway through the chocolate bar it became evident that her hair wasn’t the only thing that was changing. Her skin had begun to darken, too. Her hair was now completely black and eyes a rich brown.
“This is the best chocolate bar I’ve ever had,” Enid said. “It’s making my whole body feel yummy, not just my mouth.” She broke the remains of the bar into two and stuffed one piece in her mouth.She ran her hands over her chest and down along her sleek waist. Her clothes started changing as well.
“Stand up,” Andrea said, not wanting to miss a thing.
Enid stood. She looked lost in ecstasy, the melting chocolate in her mouth filling her body with growing pleasure. She swayed to an unheard, internal music. Her boots shrank into a pair of high heels as black stockings shot up her legs and her cutoffs disappeared, revealing a pair of black, lace panties.
“Bark!”
Andrea jumped, the long ash on her neglected cigarette spilling onto the table. Tracey kneeled next to the table, offering up the ball. Andrea tossed it and then took a drag, failing to notice that she didn’t have the urge to cough this time, to enwrapped in Enid’s changes. The girl’s flannel shirt was now a corset and golden jewelry had appeared on her wrists.
Enid stuffed the remaining chocolate into her mouth. Her mouth and body was rewarded with more delicious sensations. This time they were accompanied by a full feeling and not just in her stomach. It was all over her body. She looked down and saw her rich brown skin for the first time, having been oblivious to the changes up to this point. Her new clothes felt tight and grew tighter by the moment. Her flesh bulged outward packing on over twenty pounds in the span of a few seconds, most of it going into her tits and ass, giving her epic curves.
“Oh my god!” Enid said in a throaty spanish accent. “I’m stacked.” She cupped her new tits, half of which were spilling out of the cups of her lacy corset. “Does anyone have a mirror?”
“I have one in my purse,” Maria said. Looking at Enid’s changes made him happy that he had a milk allergy. He much preferred long, painted fingernails over changing his ethnicity.
“I love your nails.” Enid said as she accepted the compact.
“You’re gorgeous,” Susan said as she stole glances at Enid’s tits and ass. Her mind filled with images of seeing the latin beauty up on stage swinging around a pole. It was making her wet.
“I like this look even better than that skinny ass white girl I was before,” Enid said as she gazed at her new face. “I was cute, but I was a stick. A woman should have curves.” She looked at Andrea. “Am I right, girl?”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Susan said to herself.
Andrea felt unsatisfied. Watching Enid change had been fun and she’d enjoyed annoying her mother even if she hadn’t enjoyed the actual smoking. She knew what the problem was. She was horny. She wanted to suck Barry’s cock, but he was unavailable for who knew how long. What was she going to do in the meantime? It was another sixteen hours to Whidbey Island.
She was curious about the enchanted cigarettes. Maybe she should get Enid to smoke one. There were also the dog treats. It might be fun to see what they did to her sister. Of course there was Maria. He still had a cock. Maybe if she gave him a blow job it would help her relax. She could also go to bed and try to sleep the time away. What she really wanted to do was see what Barry was up to, but he’d been pretty serious about being left alone.
Susan’s head throbbed thanks to Andrea’s second hand smoke and all of her own rubbernecking. She’d been trying to catch as many glimpses of Enid’s new luscious body without running off the road again.
“Do you mind driving?” Susan asked Maria.
“I’d rather not.” Maria blew on her fingernails. “I want to paint my toenails next.”
Susan’s first impulse was to tell Maria to paint his damn toenails later; an attentive driver was much more important than the color of his nails. Yet, she liked seeing him with long, painted fingernails. It kind of turned her on. She wanted to see him with painted toenails, too.
“Can you turn on the radio then? Find a station playing something with a decent beat.” She hoped that some lively music might get Enid dancing again.
Maria struggled with the radio, finding the long fingernails difficult to navigate. Susan stifled a laugh. It had been a long time since she’d had her nails as long as Maria’s, but she still remembered the constant trade off between her hands looking pretty and being able to do simple tasks like type.
“Use the pads of your fingers, not the tips.”
“Thanks,” Maria said. He scrolled through the stations. Only three were playing music and all of it was country.
Susan hated country almost as much as she hated rap. Her headache worsened. “Do you have any aspirin in your purse?”
“I’ll check.” Maria dug in his purse for a minute before letting out a triumphant squeal.
“Did you find some?” Susan asked hopefully.
“No, but I found some nail polish remover.” Maria ‘s smile diminished when he saw the look on Susan’s face. “My nails were still wet when I got the compact out of my purse for Enid and I messed them up. Now I can redo them.”
“Andrea, can you see if there’s any aspirin in this RV?”
Andrea walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and then pulled out a can of Budweiser. She strolled back to her mother. “Here, this will help with your headache.”
“I can’t drink a beer, I’m driving!”
“It’s only one beer, Mom. Besides, Budweiser has hardly any alcohol in it. It’d take a lot more than one beer to put you over the limit.” Andrea popped the top and then waved the can under her mother’s nose.
Susan inhaled. Her mouth started watering. “Thanks.” She took the beer from her daughter.
“You aren’t seriously considering drinking that while you’re driving, are you?” Maria said.
“You’re welcome to drive.”
Maria looked at his plain toenails and then the smudges on his fingernails. He didn’t like the idea of drinking and driving, but his ugly nails repulsed him. “I guess one beer couldn’t hurt.”
“If anyone else wants to drive speak up now. Otherwise I’m drinking this beer.”
Tracey looked up. She’d been curled up on the loveseat, nearly napping. The last thing she wanted to do right now was drive, Two days ago she would have jumped at the chance. She’d only had her license for a couple of months and her mom wouldn’t let her drive on the freeway. Right now all she wanted to do was play catch or go outside and discover new smells.
“I don’t have a license on me.” Enid said. “It’s in my purse back in Jethro’s tow truck. The picture won’t look like me anyway.”
Susan took a sip of beer. It tasted pretty good. Normally she preferred drinking white wine, but the beer was hitting the spot. Her headache had already cleared and she felt her shoulders relax. After flipping on the cruise control she placed her right foot up on the console between her and Maria. She took another sip and then used the tip of her shoe to turn up the music.
Andrea watched her mother tap her thigh to a Carrie Underwood song, happy to see that the beer was having an effect, unsure of what it would ultimately do to her. Barry had been evasive about all of the items he’d enchanted. He had made a point of saying that he didn’t want Maria to drink any of the beer, but had said little else on the subject.
Susan finished the beer within ten minutes and then tossed it over her shoulder, narrowly missing Andrea’s head.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and get me another one of those,” Susan said to Maria.
“I don’t think that you should have anymore while you’re driving.”
“I didn’t ask you to think!” Susan snapped. “I asked you to get me a beer.”
Maria flinched at Susan’s harsh tone. In a tiny voice he said, “I can’t. My toenails are wet.”
Susan let out a hearty laugh. “We’re quite the pair aren’t we? I’m drinking beer like my dad and you’re painting your nails like my mom. Her favorite color was purple, too.”
Maria relaxed, happy that Susan’s disposition had improved. “That’s so interesting.”
“I’ll wait until I’m done driving to have another beer.”
Andrea was disappointed that her mother wouldn’t be having any more beer for a while. She’d wanted to see what would happen once she’d drank enough. Still, it was probably for the best. She was sure that Barry would be fine if they got into an accident, but she wasn’t sure that the rest of them would fare as well. She decided upon a new rule: no messing with the driver unless Barry gave his okay.
There were still several other items that Barry had enchanted. There was the wine, the twinkies , dog treats and the pack of cigarettes. She was most curious about the cigarettes. Her body hadn’t cooperated with her desire to annoy her mom by smoking. Her stomach still hadn’t settled and it felt like someone had rubbed sandpaper inside her throat.
It would be a lot easier if she could become a smoker magically and not have to suffer all of the side effects that a new smoker had to suffer. Without knowing what would happen to her when she smoked one of the enchanted cigarettes she wasn’t willing to risk it. Barry had encouraged her to smoke the mundane cigarettes and she didn’t want to go against his advice without knowing exactly what they did. She needed a guinea pig.
“Hey, Enid. Have you ever smoked before?”
“Once, back in middle school..” Enid scrunched up her face. The memory was vague and she couldn’t remember if it had been in her former life or the one she was currently living. “I remember that I was with Heather Anderson and we smoked one of her mother’s cigarettes behind the Roxy Theater. So, that must have been my original life. The Roxy is in downtown Los Angeles.”
“Do you want to try it again?” Andrea held up the pack of enchanted cigarettes.
“I didn’t like it much when I tried it back then. I nearly threw up my lunch.”
“These are guaranteed not to make you sick. Barry made sure.”
“Don’t do it,” Tracey said. “They’ll change you again.”
“Shut up!” Andrea snapped.
“You should be nicer to your sister,” Enid said.
Andrea clenched her jaw and balled up her fists. She hated it when people ganged up on her. Everyone always took Tracey’s side. She forced herself to relax, getting mad at Enid wasn’t going to get her anywhere. “You’re right. I should be nicer to my sister.” Andrea ripped off the top of the Milk Bone dog treats and pulled one out. “Would you like a snack, Tracey?” She waved the bone shaped dog biscuit back and forth.
Tracey’s head perked up. She sniffed the air a couple of times. Once she caught a good whiff of the Milk Bone her stomach growled and her mouth watered. It took all of her will to stay on the couch.
“Barry picked the wrong sister to turn into a dog,” Enid said. “You’re the real bitch.” She snatched the dog treat out of Andrea’s hand. She set it and the bag of treats on the seat next to her.
Andrea reached across the table. “Hey, give those back.”
Enid picked up the pack of cigarettes. “I’ll smoke one of these if you swear that you’ll leave Tracey alone.”
“Okay.” Andrea smiled mischievously.
“You’ve got to swear. Cross your heart and want to die.”
Andrea made an X across her chest with her index finger. “I swear.”
Enid removed a cigarette from the pack and then grabbed the lighter. “I can't believe I’m going to do this. Smoking is so nasty.”
“Do you mind standing up?” Andrea asked. “If you do change, I’d like to see it happen.”
Enid placed the cigarette between her lips as she stood. When she flicked her thumb on the lighter’s wheel it flew out of her hand and went skittering across the floor. She bent at the waist to pick it up.
“Look out!” Maria screamed.
The RV lurched to the left, sending Enid crashing into the couch.
“Keep your eyes on the road, not Enid’s ass,” Maria said to Susan.
“Sorry everyone,” Susan said.
Maria looked at his foot. A line of red polish ran from his big toe up the top of his foot. “You made me mess up. Now I’m going to have to start over.”
“If you’re going to use the nail polish remover please open your window. Acetone is pretty strong stuff,” Susan said.
“You can sit by me, Enid,” Tracey said. “It will be safer than standing while my mom is driving.”
“I don’t want to smoke around you. It’s really stinky.”
“With my nose it doesn’t really matter where you sit, I’ll still smell it.” Tracey patted the couch. “I’ll even light your cigarette for you. I’m pretty good with a lighter. I used to light all of the candles before Sunday service at church.”
Enid sat down on the couch and then let Tracey light her cigarette. The smoke slid down her throat like silk. She held the warm goodness in her lungs, pleasure cascading through her. After a few seconds she blew out a thick cloud toward the ceiling. “This tastes almost as good as the chocolate.” She took another long drag.
Andrea kept one eye on Enid, eager to see what Barry’s magic would do to her. The rest of her attention was on her feet. She’d slid down in her seat and was trying to pick up the dog treats off the far bench seat with her feet without Tracey or Enid noticing.
“Your cigarette smells a lot nicer than Andrea’s,” Tracey said. She’d caught a strong whiff of Enid’s exhale and it had made her feel a little light headed, but in a good way. She slid closer to her new friend.
Enid puffed on her cigarette. “Thank you for talking me into trying the cigarette.” Smoke escaped her mouth as she spoke. “I’m going to love being a smoker if all cigarettes taste as good as this one.”
She smoked the rest of the cigarette quickly, loving the new experience. Every time she exhaled Tracey seemed to catch a little of the smoke in her nose and every time it gave her a small thrill. In trying to catch more of the smoke, she’d moved so close to Enid that she was practically sitting in her lap.
When Enid took the final drag on her cigarette Andrea pouted. The girl hadn’t changed. She’d been turned into a smoker, but the cigarette hadn’t changed her physically. She was still a plus sized latino girl wearing black, sheer lingerie.
Tracey held her nose high and sniffed the air. “I smell chocolate.”
Enid sniffed and then frowned. “I don’t smell anything.” “All I smell is Enid’s second hand smoke,” Andrea said.
Tracey turned to Enid. “It’s coming from you.” She took a hold of the girl’s hand and sniffed again. She felt something warm and sticky on her nose. There was a smudge on Enid’s hand where her nose had brushed the girl’s skin. She rubbed Enid’s wrist and the color smeared. “Your skin is smells like chocolate.”
Enid rubbed her other forearm its color smeared, exposing lighter skin beneath. She sniffed her hand and then licked it. “It is chocolate. My color is coming off in chocolate. She flashed Tracey a saucy smile. “Do you want to taste me?”
A strange thrill shot through Tracey’s abdomen. She lowered her head until her nose was an inch from Enid’s arm.
“You can’t be serious,” Andrea said as she sat up in her seat, temporarily abandoning the dog treats.
“Leave her alone,” Enid said in a low, breathy voice that bordered in a whisper.
Tracey inhaled deeply, savoring Enid’s rich chocolate smell mixed with her feminine pheromones and strange cigarette smoke. She basked in the aroma for a few heady moments before extending her tongue and tasting Enid’s skin.
“Oh my god! It’s the best chocolate ever!” Tracey grabbed Enid’s arm and licked its length.
“That tickles,” Enid said as she squirmed in her seat.
“Get a room you two,” Andrea said with a look of disgust on her face.
Susan looked back at her daughter licking Enid’s body. An intense jealousy fogged her brain. “Off!”
Tracey dove off the couch and then cowered next to the driver’s seat, glancing up at her mother timidly.
“Go take a shower before you start getting that crap on everything,” Susan said to Enid. If she couldn’t lick chocolate off the girl then no one was going to.
Enid bit down an angry retort. Without replying she walked to the bathroom across from the bunk beds in the back half of the RV. Once inside she started the water in the shower and then stripped out of her corset.
She was still fuming as she stepped into the shower. Seeing Tracey cower before her mother had made her nearly as angry as being told what to do. She was getting sick and tired of being treated like she didn’t matter. First it was her husband who disregarded her opinion at every turn. Then she’s changed into Jethro’s daughter against her will. After that Andrea kept playing tricks on her, giving her a chocolate that made her fat and had changed her race. Now Susan is acting like queen of the RV.
“Those bitches better watch who they’re fucking with,” Enid said. She rubbed at her body with a hand towel. Most of the skin lost its dark color, but in certain areas it didn’t lighten, it looked darker if anything. She began to notice patterns in these darker areas and then words.
***
With Enid in the shower and Tracey on the floor groveling next to their mother, Andrea switched seats. Now that she had the dog treats in hand it was time to have more fun. She waited until Tracey was looking the other way and then tossed one of the Milk Bones onto the loveseat.
“Mom, is it okay if Tracey gets up on the couch again?”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Susan glared at Tracey. “You were being a bad girl, weren’t you?”
Tracey bowed her head. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Andrea said.
“I guess that will be okay, then.” She reached down and petted her daughter’s head. “You can get back up on the couch again.”
Tracey’s heart soared. Her mom wasn’t angry at her anymore. With a giant smile on her face she scampered to the couch. As she leapt, her nose caught the scent of the dog treat. She couldn’t see it, but it was close. With her nose grazing the couch cushion she followed it to the source of the smell. Her rational mind knew that it was folly to eat the dog treat; it was going to further her change into a dog, but the instinctive part of her brain shouted, “Yummy food! Must eat!” The second voice won handily. She found the treat a second and quickly munched it down.
“Want another one?” Andrea said from across the aisle. She held another dog treat in her outstretched hand.
Tracey nodded her head vigorously.
“Come get it, girl.”
Tracey bounded off the couch and then snatched the treat out of her sister’s hand. Once she’d finished it she sat back on her haunches with her hands up in front of her chest in the traditional begging position, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
***
Enid had finished her shower and stood in front of the mirror, checking out the changes to her body. The shower had washed away the chocolate from her skin; she was a white girl again. She wasn’t some skinny bitch though, she still had curves. In addition she had tattoos and piercings all over her body. Her nose was pierced on both sides and in the septum. There was a stud in the center of her upper lip and both of her nipped had bars in them. A series of rings lined her outer pussy lips.
Tattoos of bats decorated her right arm and what looked like cheetah spots on her left shoulder, The words “Life, Death, Rebirth” were written across her upper chest in a gothic script. There were other tattoos, lots of them, on her belly, legs, and inner arms.
She loved her new look and she would have gazed at herself longer, but she really wanted another smoke. She picked up her clothes and found that they had changed as well. It was as she pulled on her black halter top that she noticed her finger nails. They were black and white, which matched her skin and hair nicely. They were also long and filed into points, looking like the nails of a witch.
Once dressed in a pair of spandex tights and a pair of heels she stepped out of the bathroom and nearly tripped over Tracey. The girl was on all fours and busy chewing. Once she swallowed she looked up at Enid with a happy smile. Her lips were dark like her nose and both her teeth and tongue had grown. She clenched her hands and ignored the pain from her sharp fingernails. Andrea was going to pay. She’d broken a promise and she was going to regret it. There was time for that later. Right now Tracey needed encouragement.
Enid relaxed her fists as she knelt next to Tracey. She ran a hand over the girl’s auburn hair. “”How are you feeling?”
“I feel great. I had some of the dog treats. I know that I shouldn’t, but they taste so wonderful. I want some more, but Andrea said that I have to wait until later.” Tracey sniffed Enid. The wonderful chocolate smell had been replaced with floral body wash. “I like your tattoos.”
“Thanks.” In a quieter voice she said, “You know that your sister is being mean to you, right? She’s the reason you’re turning into a dog.”
Tracey’s face clouded. It finally occurred to her that Andrea had put the dog treat on the couch for her to find. Her own sister wanted her to become a dog. “Yeah.”
Enid lowered her voice even further. “Do you want to help me get back at her?”
Tracey lips curled, exposing her new fangs, giving her a dangerous look. “Yeah I do.” She followed Enid to the front of the RV.
“You look wicked,” Andrea said as Enid approached the table.
“Thank you.” Enid did a quick twirl. “I feel pretty wicked, too.” She took a seat across from Andrea.
Tracey knelt on the floor next to Enid, her eyes glued to her sister. Enid lit one of the normal cigarettes. It didn’t taste nearly as good as the enchanted cigarette, but it still hit the spot. She blew out a thick cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. With her free hand she casually stroked Tracey’s head.
“I thought we had an agreement. I smoke one of the cigarettes and you leave your sister alone.”
Tracey’s stare turned into a fierce glare. She pulled her lips back, exposing her long, pointed canine teeth.
Andrea threw her hands up in mock defeat. “She begged me for the dog treats. I didn’t make her eat any of them.”
“You knew the deal and you broke your promise. Now you need to make amends.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” Andrea asked. The intensity of Tracey’s gaze was making her nervous. She’d never seen her sister look so ferocious.
“Eat one of these.” Enid motioned toward the Twinkies on the table.
“No fucking way!”
Enid took a long drag and then exhaled into Andrea’s face. She waited for her to stop coughing before saying, “Do it or we’ll fuck you up.”
“Fuck off, loser!” Andrea brushed the Twinkies onto the floor.
“Sic her!” Enid commanded.
Tracey leapt up onto the seat next to Andrea. “Give me a reason.” She opened her mouth and then moved her open mouth toward her sister’s throat.
Enid hopped out of her seat to retrieve the Twinkies.
“Hey, what’s going on back there?” Susan shouted.
“Tracey and Enid want Andrea to eat one of the Twinkies,” Maria said. He’d finished reapplying polish to his fingernails and was now fanning them dry.
“Serves her right,” Susan said with a chuckle. In a louder voice she said, “Careful with the rough housing. If I have to stop the RV to sort this out you will all regret it.”
Enid opened one of the Twinkie packages and then pushed out the soft golden cake. “It’s only right. Everyone else has experienced one of Barry’s enchanted items. It’s your turn. Eat one and we’ll call it even. If you fight me I’ll make you eat them all.” She leaned across the table and shoved the snack cake under Andrea’s nose.
Andrea held her breath. She knew what could happen if she got a good whiff of the Twinkie. She’d seen what happened to her mom when she’d smelled the beer. “No,” she screamed as she batted Enid’s arm away. She slammed her body into Tracey, sending her backwards onto the ground.
“God damn it! That’s it. I’m pulling over.” Susan hit the brakes as she steered the RV onto the shoulder.
Tracey had been trying to regain her feet, but when her mom hit the brakes Enid lost her balance and fell on top of her. Andrea used the confusion to her advantage. She bolted past the girls. Her goal was to make it to the bathroom and then lock the door. She’d hang out there until Barry rejoined them or they made it to the wedding.
She’d almost made it when her dress snagged on something, halting her progress with a horrible ripping sound. Andrea turned and saw that the something was Tracey, gripping the hem of the dress between her teeth. Enid stood behind her with a Twinkie in her hand. Behind them Susan and Maria were getting out of their chairs. Susan had murder in her eyes.
“Fine. I’ll eat one, Just let go of my dress.”
“I don’t think so. Eat one and then we’ll let you go.”
Andrea had a suspicion what would happen if she ate the Twinkie. It was going to make her fat. At least as fat as the chocolate had made Enid, probably even fatter. The last thing Andrea wanted was to get fat. She grabbed a small hand rail and pulled her body backward. Tracey planted her feet and pulled in the opposite direction. Andrea’s dress tore from her body with a loud rip.
She ran past the bathroom. There was no way she could get in and lock the door before the others reached her. She ran to the bedroom, to the one who truly got her, her mentor and cohort.
Her mind realed when she opened the door. Impossible images swirled before her. The bedroom seemed to defy the laws of physics. It had no beginning and no end. It was everything and nothing. Then after a second then seemed to last years, it was back to normal.
“What part of ‘do not disturb me’ did you not understand?” Barry snapped. He was sitting in the center of the bed in a classic yogi position.
“I’m sorry, Barry, but they’ve ganged up on me and they’re trying to get me to eat one of the Twinkies.”
“So what?” Barry looked at her like she was a small child complaining that she didn’t get as much ice cream as her sister. “Didn’t it occur to you that I could have fixed you once I was finished in here?”
Andrea looked at the floor. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Maybe I was wrong about you. I thought you were the one. I think that I’ll have to re-evaluate things. In the meantime you’re no longer in charge.” Barry climbed off the bed. “I’m going to put someone else in charge for now. As a punishment I’m putting your mind back to the way you were when I found you. That should be sufficient punishment.”
All of the dark thoughts and anger toward her sister and mother suddenly vanished from her mind. The truth of what she’d done to them slammed into her like a ton of bricks. She’d given her mom a t-shirt that was going to make her love watching strippers and she’d helped further Tracey’s changes into a dog. “Oh my god. What have I done?”
“Enid, get in here and bring Buddy with you.” Barry frowned when he saw her. “I see that you’ve had the chocolate bar and one of the cigarettes. You’ll be perfect as the new interim leader.”
“Thank you for choosing me, Barry.”
“All you need to do is get us to the wedding on time and make sure that I’m not disturbed. I’m going to give you this.” A long black stick with white tips on its ends appeared in his hand. “In case I am not out in time for the wedding, which is more likely thanks to the interruption, use the wand to liven it up. You can also use it on anyone who gets out of line.”
“What does it do?”
“You’re a smart girl once again. I’m sure that you’ll figure that out.”
Enid took the wand from Barry. “I won’t let you down.”
He glanced at Andrea. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Set Buddy on the floor.”
As soon as Enid set Buddy down he changed back into a flesh and blood dog.
Barry glared at the dog. “I want you to help Enid keep order and I expect you to do a better job this time.” He looked back to Enid. “Close the door on your way out.”
Buddy bolted out of the room. Enid motioned for Andrea to leave first. She held the wand pointed at Andrea’s back. She wondered what it did and who she was going to test it on. It would probably be Andrea, but not until she’d eaten a couple Twinkies.
“I’m so sorry,” Andrea said to her sister and mother, tears falling down her cheeks. “Barry used magic on me. He made me think horrible things. I’m back to myself and I’m so sorry.”
“Whatever,” Tracey said. “Still doesn’t change the fact that I have the teeth and tongue of a dog because of you.”
“You have been acting atrocious and it is time to make amends,” Susan held out one of the Twinkies. “You’re going to eat one of these for each one of us.”
“You don’t have to eat one for me.” Maria held out his hands and waggled his fingers. “I like my new nails.”
“Fine,” Andrea said. She took the Twinkie from her mother and took a bite. It was the best Twinkie she’d ever had. Before she could take a second bite her tummy rumbled and then swelled, adding at least an inch to her waist. As she stuffed the rest of the sponge cake in her mouth she watched her fingers thicken. She felt her face. It was noticeably thicker.
Enid handed her another Twinkie. “One down, two to go.”
“Please don’t make me eat anymore,” Andrea said just before she took a bite. Her hand and mouth moving on their own accord. Before she’d swallowed her first bite she was stuffing the rest in her mouth. “It tastes so good,” she said with her mouth full.
Tracey watched her sister gain a couple dress sizes over the next few seconds. Long rents grew in her stockings as they struggled to adjust to her new size. The corset looked like it had lost its structural integrity.
Seeing Andrea’s pudgy cheeks and double chin filled Tracey with guilt. She may have been an asshole earlier, but she was still her sister. Plus, what Andrea had done to her was nothing compared to what her mother had done. It was Barry she should be mad at. He was ultimately responsible.
“You don’t have to eat a Twinkie for me,” Tracey said.
“That’s okay,” Andrea said quickly. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting more of the delicious treat. “I need to make amends, like Mom said.”
Enid saw the yearning in Andrea’s eyes and suddenly had a wicked thought. “Tracey is right. You’ve eaten enough.”
“No I haven’t!” Andrea said with a touch of panic in her voice. “I want to eat it!.”
“No. No more food for you.” Enid turned her attention to Susan. “We need to get going again.”
“Find someone else to do it,” Susan said as she opened the refrigerator. “I’m sick of driving and I want a beer.”
“I’ll drive,” Maria said.
“Oh no you don’t.” Susan a can of beer and a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. She handed the wine to Maria. “I hate drinking alone. Andrea can drive.”
“Get into the driver’s seat. You’re driving,” Enid said. “Buddy, come with us.” She followed the Andrea to the front, snatching the cigarettes off the table along the way.
Once Andrea sat in the driver’s seat Enid lit a cigarette and then handed it to her.
“No thank you. I don’t want to smoke. I was doing that because Barry made me mad at my mom. I’m not mad anymore.”
“Like I give a shit. Take the cigarette.”
Andrea took the cigarette from Enid. “Is this at least one of the normal cigarettes?”
“You’re going to find out pretty quick.” Enid lit a cigarette of her own and then set the pack on the console next to the driver’s seat.
Andrea took a small drag and then coughed out the smoke. She was relieved that at least it was a normal cigarette. “I’m sorry for talking you into eating the chocolate and making you smoke. It was Barry’s magic that made me do it. I’ve changed.”
Enid exhaled into Andrea’s face. “You haven’t changed nearly enough. Thanks to you I’ve changed three times today. If you knew enough to look both ways before walking across a parking lot I’d be with my husband on our way to the Denver airport.”
“I’m sorry, really I am. Help me to turn my family back to normal and I’ll do whatever I can to get you and your husband turned back to normal, too.”
“You don’t get it. Thanks to you I’m a real nasty bitch now.” Enid pulled a Twinkie out of its wrapper and waved it under Andrea’s nose.
Andrea’s stomach rumbled. She wanted to take a bite out of the Twinkie so badly.
Enid set the snack cake of the console next to the cigarettes. “Now, you can have this, but first you need to smoke five more cigarettes.”
Andrea’s eyes stayed glued to the golden cake. She coughed when Enid blew smoke into her face. She looked up. Enid glared at her, but said nothing.
“Is there something else you wanted?” Andrea said eventually.
“I’m waiting for you to smoke that cigarette. You need to take at least 10 drags off each cigarette for them to count. If you don’t inhale they don’t count either.” Enid patted Buddy’s head. “Keep her honest for me. If she gets out of line let me know and I’ll test out the wand on her.”
Buddy barked. Andrea jumped in her seat and then took a puff.
“I knew I could count on you,” Enid said and then headed to the back to rejoin Tracey and the others.
Andrea pulled her hair out the way and then reached for the seat belt. She stopped, grabbed a handful of her hair and checked it out. She’d been a natural blonde that morning. She’d been so proud of her hair. She lowered the window and adjusted the side mirror until she could see her reflection. The black makeup and pudgy cheeks made her want to cry. Her breasts had been big before, but now there were immense and they sat heavily on her swollen belly. It was the her jewelry that really freaked her out. The sight of the inverted cross and pentagram earrings made her shiver.
“Why aren’t we moving?” Enid shouted.
“I’m taking off my jewelry and then I’ll start driving.”
“Keep it on. All I want you to do is drive and smoke. If we aren’t in motion by the count of ten I swear that I will use the wand on you.”
Enid sat back down on the couch next to Tracey. She placed her cigarette in her mouth and then studied the wand that Barry had given her. She yearned to use it, but she wasn’t sure who to use it on. Andrea was the obvious choice, but she wanted the girl to suffer some more. There was Susan and Maria, but they already seemed to be engulfed in Barry’s magic and she wanted to see how it played out. There was Tracey, but she had other plans for the puppy girl.
“So, what do you want to talk about?” Maria asked Susan. An open bottle of chardonnay and several unopened beers sat on the table between them.
Susan drained her current beer and then popped open another. “We don’t need to talk. We can drink and look at each other.”
Maria took a swig off the wine. It went straight to his head, just like the last drink he’d taken. “You like looking at me?” He face grew warm.
Susan snorted. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” She tapped her foot to Tim McGraw singing, “Down on the Farm” over the radio. She looked over her shoulder and shouted, “Turn up the music.”
Maria took another pull on the wine bottle. “This song is great. You’ve got great taste in music.”
“Thanks. Do you know how to dance to country music?”
“Um...I guess.”
“Good, I want you to dance for me.”
“Aren’t you married?” Maria asked as he started swaying to the music. Susan’s lustful gaze filled his belly with butterflies and his chest with a delightful, bubbly sensation.
“Watching ain't cheating. Stand up and dance so I can really get a good look at you.”
Maria stood, faced Susan and then swiveled his hips while running his hands down along the sides of his purple dress.
“Do it slow and sensual like,” Susan said in a low voice.
Enid tapped Tracey on the shoulder and then motioned with her head to the back of the RV. She made a pit stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and the cork screw.
Tracey stood by the stove while Enid opened the wine, watching her mother guzzle a beer and gawk at the dancing, cross dressed, middle aged man. The sight horrified her, but she couldn’t turn away.
Once she had the bottle open, Enid slid her arm through Tracey’s “Come one, let’s give them some privacy.
They walked to the bunk beds. Sitting back on the lower bed they could still hear the music, but couldn’t see the older couple’s antics.
Enid held out the bottle of wine. “Want a drink?”
Tracey regarded the bottle skeptically. “What’s it going to do to me?”
“I’m hoping that it will make you as horny as I am right now.”
Tracey took the bottle. “Why do you want me to be horny?”
“Ever since I ate that chocolate I’ve been getting hornier and hornier. I need an orgasm in the worst way. I could take care of myself, but after seeing that tongue of yours I can’t get it out of out of my mind.”
Tracey’s face turned red. “Um...okay.” She took a sip from the bottle. A smile broke out on her face and she took a much longer drink. “This is almost as good as the dog treat.” She took another long pull.
“Whoa girl. I don’t want you to get sloppy drunk, just ‘make bad decisions’ drunk.”
Tracey set the bottle on the floor and then kissed Enid, sliding her long tongue into the tattooed girls eager mouth.
***
Andrea tried to ignore the unfolding scene behind her. She’d heard enough to know that Maria was dancing seductively for her mother. The t-shirt that she’d bought was turning her mom into a lesbian. If she didn’t find a way to reverse the magic her mom would be spending all of her free time swilling beer in strip clubs. She needed to get a hold of the wand. If she could get it away from Enid she might be able to use it to restore her family back to their normal selves.
Andrea smiled. It could work. She reached her hand to the console. It hovered over the Twinkie for a moment and her stomach growled. She was so hungry and the golden snack cake called to her.
Buddy growled.
“I was reaching for a cigarette, I swear.” Andrea pulled a cigarette from the pack.
***
Enid lay back on the bunk bed, trying to stifle a scream. Her top was off and Tracey was lapping at her pierced nipples. She was in heaven.
“You’re such a good girl,” Enid said, sending the dog girl into another frenzy of licking. “That’s enough on my boobs. I want you to use that tongue on my pussy.”
Tracey sat back, panting while she waited for Enid to remove the rest of her clothes. She could smell Enid’s excitement and it was making her mouth water. If the girl tasted half as good as she smelled Tracey knew that she was in for something special.
Enid tossed her tights onto the floor and then slid her thong down her legs. There was no way that she was going to use the wand on Tracey. She loved her new pet exactly as she was. She’d have to find someone else to use it on. Maybe she’d find a good candidate along the way to the wedding. Or maybe she’d stay in bed with Tracey for the rest of the trip and wait to use the wand on the wedding guests.
When Tracey’s tongue hit Enid’s pussy both girls orgasmed. Tracey bent her back and howled at the ceiling while Enid screamed her throat raw. As the initial wave of pleasure ebbed Tracey put her tongue back to use. She licked up Enid’s juices and then dove her tongue into her folds searching out more. Enid thrashed on the bed, another orgasm already building. She wasn’t getting out of bed anytime soon.
“There’s a Q in Quality Inn,” Andrea shouted, her face lit up in excitement. She looked around for someone to share in her victory—she’d been stuck on the letter Q for the last half hour. Her mom was too busy groping Maria to notice and Buddy just glared at her. She hadn’t seen Enid or Tracey in nearly an hour. She hoped that her sister was safe. Barry was still hiding out in the bedroom. She’d be happy of she never saw him or his magic ever again.
After a brief glance at the Twinkie sitting on the console she turned her attention back to the road, and looked for the next her letter, knowing that she’d find it without any difficulty. Rs were all over the place. Z was going to be the troublemaker.
She’d been playing the alphabet game to take her mind off her nausea and near uncontrollable urge to eat the Twinkie. Just the thought of sinking her teeth into its spongy goodness made her mouth water and stomach rumble. She didn’t care that it would make her even fatter. The last two Twinkies had already put a good forty pounds of fat on her body. Who knew how much this one would add.
Andrea had never been fat before and had exercised regularly to keep herself slim. Years of running every morning had gone down the drain in a few delicious seconds. It would take her months to work off the weight the last two Twinkies had packed on her body. She’d worry about that later. Right now she wanted the Twinkie more than anything. But first she needed to smoke more a few more cigarettes.
She’d nearly vomited while smoking the last cigarette and, according to Enid’s decree, she still had three more to go. Once her stomach settled she’d smoke again. She’d been hoping that Buddy would go to sleep then she’d eat the Twinkie while her slept. The damn dog wouldn’t take his eyes off her. He guarded the stupid Twinkie like it was made of actual gold. It had taken her a half hour for her stomach to settle after her first cigarette before she could smoke her second. It had been over forty minutes since her second cigarette and she still felt like puking. At this rate she’d never get to eat the Twinkie. She wanted to cry.
Ten feet behind Andrea, Susan and Maria were made out on the couch. Maria sat on Susan’s lap with his arms wrapped around her neck while she groped his chest with one hand and squeezed his ass with another. He was lost in the sensations coming from his chest, his nipples in particular. His ex-wife had played with his nipples occasionally, but it had never really done anything for him. Nipple play had been okay, but nothing to write home about. It was so different today. Every pinch, twist, and flick Susan gave one of his nipples felt like a bolt of lightning straight to his cock.
He couldn’t say for certain, but it felt like he may have more flesh on his rump. Generally he felt smaller and lighter, but whenever Susan grabbed one of his cheeks it felt like there was more for her to grab.
Her touch had changed too. When they’d started getting physical with each other she’d caressed him gently, softly. Now she groped and grabbed firmly with dominance. Her hand gripped his butt cheek like a vice, but in a good way. Between the attention to his nipples and his ass he thought that he might come any moment. His cock tented his purple dress.
There was no doubt in Susan’s mind that Maria had more junk in his trunk. That wasn’t the only thing that had grown. His nipples were the size of jelly beans and his areolas were triple their original size. The flesh around his nipples yielded to her ministrations in a decidedly feminine manner. His waist was trimmer. It was turning her on in a way that confused her. She normally enjoyed masculine traits in her lovers, yet the more feminine Maria became the hornier she became.
They were interrupted by a cell phone ringing.
Susan broke the kiss to answer the phone. When she noticed the name of the caller she pushed Maria off her lap and stood.
“Hello, David,” Susan answered as she walked toward the back of the RV, wishing to put as much distance between herself and Maria while she talked with her husband.
“How’s the trip going? How are the girls? I miss all three of you.” David said.
“We’re fine. We’re still driving. Andrea is at the wheel right now.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t stopped for the night. It will be getting dark for you in a couple of hours. You don’t want to set up your tent in the dark.”
Susan came to a stop in the kitchen. Tracey was in the lower bunk bed laying next to a naked Enid. It looked like they were sleeping. Turning around she saw Maria sitting on the couch, adjusting the straps of his dress. Susan was trapped. The urge to open the RV door and leapt out of the moving vehicle nearly overpowered her. Just a few minutes ago she’d been lost in the moment, making out with Maria. She probably would have gone all the way with him, even with Andrea only ten feet away. Ever since she’d put on the t-shirt she’d felt herself slipping away. The beer had only made it worse. Talking to David was like a splash of cold water in the face.
“Hello? Are you still there?”
“I’m still here. Sorry, I zoned out for a moment,” Susan said. “I think we’ll spend the night indoors tonight.” She hated lying to her husband even by omission.
“Listen, I received a call from Elaine earlier in the day,” David said hesitantly. “She expressed concern about Andrea attending the wedding. Apparently there is some bad blood between our daughter and hers. Anyway, I’m sure that it’s all being blown out of proportion, but don’t you think it might be better to skip the wedding?”
“I’m sure that you’re right, but we’re going anyway, I can’t explain why. You’ll have to trust me that going to the wedding is the best option at the moment.” Susan cringed as she said the word “trust”. She’d nearly slept with another man and she still might before they made it to Seattle.
“I trust you completely.”
“I should go. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” David said.
What was she going to do? She needed to get her daughters away from Barry before anything else happened to them. Sweet, kind Tracey was now part dog and apparently a lesbian too. Andrea was now a heavy set Goth and on her way to becoming a smoker. She’d been making out with a man she’d met a few hours ago. A man who was slowly turning into a woman. It looked like Tracey wasn’t going to be the only dyke in the family.
She struggled to come up with a way to save all four of them as she made her way to the front of the RV. “I need to talk to Andrea. Can you give us a moment?” She said to Maria.
Maria looked around the RV. “What do you want me to do? Hide out in the bathroom?”
Susan felt like screaming. She forced herself to remain calm on the outside. “Why don’t you hang out in the kitchen? In fact while you’re there you can make yourself useful and make everyone a sandwich.”
Maria’s face flushed. He stood. “Just because I’m wearing a dress doesn’t mean I have to be the one to make food.”
Susan gritted her teeth. She looked him over for a moment before replying. He’d lost a few inches of height and definitely gained some curves. If he gained anymore up top he’d need a bra. “Just do it, okay?”
Maria stomped to the kitchen as Susan sat herself in the passenger seat across from her daughter. Andrea looked over at her mother and nearly dropped the unlit cigarette that dangled between her lips.
“Wow, Mom! Nice guns.”
“Guns?” Susan looked around the immediate vicinity. The last thing they needed was a firearm on the RV. A crazy woman with a magic wand and an omnipotent madman were enough. “I don’t see any guns.”
“I’m talking about your arms. Have you looked at them lately?”
Susan held out her arm and let out a gasp. How did she not notice? Her arm swelled with muscles. She made a fist and tensed her arm, making her new bicep bulge the size of a baseball.
“I’m not sure when that happened.” Susan lifted her shirt. Her abdomen was cut with muscles.
“Your arms are as big as Dad’s,” Andrea said around her cigarette.
“You think so?” Susan flexed her arm again. She imagined herself challenging her husband to an arm wrestling competition and winning. He’d be so embarrassed being beaten by a woman. The thought sent a thrill through her body.
“Absolutely. Speaking of Dad, what did he want?” Andrea grabbed the lighter of the console.
“You aren’t going to light that are you?”
Andrea flicked the lighter to life and then lit her cigarette. “Does that answer your question?”
Susan shook her head. “Apparently Chloe and her mother don’t want you to attend the wedding. I can’t imagine why. Elaine enlisted your father to talk us out of going.”
“You know, I didn’t actually do anything with Brad. Barry changed reality so everyone thinks that I did.”
Susan frowned as she remembered the fallout after Chloe had found out that Andrea had been intimate with Brad It hadn’t been pretty. In her memories Andrea had been proud of herself and had shown no sign of shame over getting caught. Not that she was one to show shame. The girl bragged on the internet all the time about the guys she fooled around with. Why would she now deny messing around with Chloe’s fiancé? Maybe Barry’s magic was involved. She’d seen enough to know that he was capable of altering everyone’s memories. She wondered if Barry had altered Andrea’s memory, making her think that she hadn’t given Brad a blow job or everyone else’s, making them think that she had? Susan decided to error on the side of trusting her daughter.
“I’m going to find a way to kill that man if it’s the last thing I do,” Susan said.
“Shhh.”
“He’s way in the back with the door closed. He can’t hear us,” Susan said. “
“He can alter reality. How do you know he can’t hear us?” Andrea took a drag and made a face. “God these things are so gross.”
“Why are you smoking it then?”
“Because once I smoke this one and two more then I get to eat that.” Andrea pointed the cigarette at the golden snack cake on the console separating the two seats.
Buddy barked three times.
“No, Enid said that I had to smoke five more and then I could eat the Twinkie,” Andrea told Buddy.
Buddy barked again.
“Fuck! I’ll never be able to smoke three more. I’m already dying.”
“Why do you want to eat the Twinkie,” Susan said. “You know that it’s just going to make you even fatter.”
Andrea ran as hand over her bulging belly. “I know. I guess it’s the same reason that you were drinking beer earlier.”
Just hearing the word “beer” made Susan salivate. There was plenty of more beer in the kitchen. She wondered how Maria was coming along the her sandwiches. Perhaps she should investigate and pop herself a cold one at the same time.
“Fuck this.” Susan grabbed the Twinkie and threw it out the window.
“No!” Andrea screamed.
“It’s for your own good. You’ll thank me later.”
Buddy growled at Susan, his teeth bared.
“Shut up, Buddy. Bite me if you want otherwise piss off.” Susan held her arm out as she glared at the German shepherd.
“When Enid finds out that you threw out the Twinkie she is going to flip out,” Andrea said. Her hand shook as she took a puff away on her cigarette
“I’m not going to live in fear of her and neither should you. If you don't want to be a smoker throw the cigarettes out the window, too.”
Buddy started growling again.
“Think about it, Buddy. Who would you rather have in control of the wand? Andrea, who has her mind back, or Miss Psycho?” Susan said.
Buddy looked to the back of the RV. He let out a whimper and then laid down.
Andrea picked up the pack of cigarettes and then threw them out the window. “So, how are we supposed to get the wand away from her?”
“I’m still working on that,” Susan said.
The ladies stopped talking and watched the road. Traffic was heavy and had started slowing down. After a few more miles they saw road signs warning upcoming of heavy construction. A minute later traffic slowed to 20mph.
“It’s much easier to walk in the RV when you’re driving this slow,” Maria said as made his way up front, carrying a tray holding five sandwiches, a can of Budweiser and a bottle of wine. He set one of the sandwiches on the console for Andrea.
Susan snatched the beer off the tray and threw it out the window. She was about to do the same for the wine, but part of her wanted Maria to drink more, wanted him to become even more feminine.
“You didn’t need to throw it out the window. I could have taken it back to the kitchen,” Maria said.
“I’m sorry,” Susan said. “Sit on my lap and I’ll try to make it up to you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Maria said. “You are married after all.”
Susan face grew serious. “I didn’t ask if it was a good idea.” She patted her leg. “Sit.”
Maria’s face flushed. “Hold your horses, Mrs. Bossy.” He set wine bottle and remaining sandwiches on the console and then set the tray behind Susan’s chair.
Buddy barked loudly.
“There’s a dog dish of food for you by the table,” Maria said. “The other sandwiches are for Tracey and Enid.”
Buddy growled.
Maria picked up one of the bologna sandwiches. “Fine, but you get to tell one of the girls that you ate their sandwich.” He squealed and dropped the sandwich when Susan grabbed him about the waist, pulling him onto her lap.
Buddy pounced on the fallen sandwich.
Maria swatted Susan’s arm playfully. “Just because you’ve gained the muscles of a man doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”
Susan flexed her right arm, making her bicep bulge. “Is mine bigger than yours?”
“Probably.” Maria squeezed Susan’s upper arm. His bright red nails went well with her thick muscles. His felt his cock stir as he massaged her bicep.
Susan was getting pretty horny herself. The sight of his erect nipples tenting his dress was making her wet. The only thing that kept her from ravishing him was the presence of her daughters. If Barry wasn’t occupying the bedroom she’d carry him back there and show him just how turned on she was.
She wrapped an arm around his waist as she leaned forward to snatch the wine bottle off the console. She was eager to see what more alcohol would do to his body. “Why don’t you have some more wine?”
Maria took a long pull on the bottle and then leaned back against Susan’s body. He put up some token resistance when she started groping him again, but gave up after less than a minute. The wine’s tingly sensations were back and her touch was feeling really good. When she ran her hand over his nipples he moaned and then turned his head and kissed her.
Susan could barely contain herself as she made out with Maria. The flesh surrounding his nipples swelled beneath her hand. It was sending her over the edge. Only Andrea’s presence stopped her from ripping open his dress and sucking his growing tits. She wanted to fuck him in the worst way
In the back Tracey lay awake in bed, unable to sleep and afraid to move. Her mind replayed her actions with Enid on a constant loop. Tracey had never been intimate with a girl before—she hadn’t given or received oral from anyone. She’d always assumed that her first time would be with a guy her own age. It wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed herself. It had been flipping amazing. Just the scent of Enid’s dried juices on her face was making her horny. But it was more of the same stupid magic that had given her a dog nose and tongue. Still, it had to be better than being fucked by a dog, which was probably going to happen to her in the very near future.
Tracey caught the scent of bologna, causing her stomach to growl. It reminded her that other than a couple of dog treats, she hadn’t eaten since that morning, back when her biggest problem in life was a lack of WiFi. She’d give up the internet for a year to go back to the time before they met Barry.
Enid blinked a couple of times and then turned and gazed at Tracey. “Holy shit. You are so fucking cute.” Enid gave Tracey a quick peck on the lips.
Tracey’s face grew warm. “Did you have a nice nap?”
Enid smiled wickedly. “I did and I had wonderful dreams about that tongue of yours.” She spread her legs. “Are you ready to go again or should I get you some more wine?”
Tracey felt a pleasant pulse between her legs. She licked her lips. ‘Okay.” Tracey scooted down the bed. She stopped when she felt Enid’s body stiffen.
“Wait! Why are we stopped?” Enid pushed Tracey to the side and then scrambled out of bed. She found her clothes on the floor. As she pulled on her panties she took notice of Tracey frown. “Aw, did I hurt Puppy’s feelings?”
Tracey clenched her. “You’re so mean.”
“You bet your cute little dog nose I am.” Enid reached under the bed and then pulled out the wand. “Get this straight. You’re my puppy girl and you’ll obey me like a good dog or I’ll use this wand and turn you all the way into a dog or worse. Now, heel.”
Tracey leapt off the bed. As she hurried to Enid’s side, she felt something weird slapping the sides of her face. She shook her head and was slapped in the face with long, droopy dog ears.
“I wondered when you were going to notice those,” Enid said with an annoying chuckle. “Don’t worry, they make you look adorable.”
Tracey wasn’t sure that being “adorable” was a good exchange for gaining dog ears. While she checked the rest of her body for changes, Enid dressed quickly.
“Come, girl,” Enid said as she strode toward the front of the RV.
Tracey bounded after Tracey, losing all thoughts of herself, her only concern turning to obeying Enid. She’d been able to check most of her body and so far it looked like the only thing that had changed was her ears.
“Why aren’t we moving?” Enid demanded as she neared the driver’s chair.
“Construction,” Andrea said. “It’s down to one lane for the next couple of miles. They have an escort vehicle ferrying cars each way. It’ll a be ten minute wait if we go in the next group, otherwise it will be closer to a half hour.”
Enid looked over at Maria sitting on Susan’s lap. He still looked male in the face, but he had the figure of a woman. He also had small breasts the size of tangerines. Susan looked like she’d spent the last couple of years training daily with free weights.
“It looks like you two have been enjoying yourselves. Check out Tracey’s ears. They’re just too cute, don't you think?” Enid stepped to the side. “Sit up and speak, puppy girl.”
Tracey crawled forward and then knelt between her sister and mother and then let out a bark. Her face was as red as her long tongue.
Andrea felt one of Tracey’s ears. It was half a foot long and covered with soft, brown hair. It reminded her of a beagle’s ear. “They really are cute,” she said apologetically. Internally she was happy that the only thing that had changed on Tracey was her ears. It could have been a lot worse.
“Where, the fuck, are the Twinkie and cigarettes?” Enid shouted.
“I threw them out,” Susan said. “You had your fun at Andrea’s expense, but enough is enough.”
Enid whirled on Buddy. “You were supposed to wake me!” She raised the magic wand. “I should test this out on you.”
Buddy cowered.
Enid took several deep breaths. “I’m going to let you get away with this one.” She pointed the wand at Susan. “Go find another place to fondle Maria.”
Maria climbed off of Susan and then waited for her to stand. Susan led him back to the bunk beds. Buddy slinked off to the couch.
Enid sat in the passenger seat and then pointed at the floor next to her chair. “Lay down, puppy girl.”
“May I have one of the sandwiches?” Tracey said in a quiet voice. “I’m really hungry.”
Enid turned around in her seat. “There’s some food that’s perfect for a puppy girl.” She pointed at the two dog dishes sitting beneath the table.
Tracey’s face fell.
“You don’t have to eat it, but you’re not getting anything else anytime soon.”
“She can have my sandwich,” Andrea said.
“No, she can’t.” Enid rolled down her window. “It’s time to test out the powers of this wand.” She pointed it out the window.
Tracey stared at the dog food. It was the kind from a can and looked more like someone’s nasty poop than actual food. There were large chunks of some kind of meat lodged in the large pile of wet, brown mass. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her of her hunger. Her brain told her stomach to fuck off. There was no way that she was eating dog food.
Enid ignored Tracey as she scanned the cars stuck in traffic around the RV. “Now who’s going to be the lucky ones?”
“What are you going to do to them?” Andrea asked as she chewed on the end of her thumb.
“I don’t know.” Enid had a look of wicked wonder on her face.
Tracey stuck her nose close to the dog food and sniffed. It didn’t smell as bad as it looked, in fact it actually smelled kind of good. She stuck out her tongue and touched the tip against the top of the pile of dog food. It actually tasted better than it smelled. It kind of reminded her of a cross between Salisbury steak and corned beef hash, but not the good kind, more like what you’d get in a cheap TV dinner.
She decided to try one of the pieces of meat. It wasn’t bad, except that it was tough like leather. It was too big to swallow and no matter how much she chewed it, she couldn’t break it apart. She was about to spit it out when her jaw muscles spasmed. It felt good in a strange, powerful way. The spasms moved to her gums. A stretching sensation followed. She knew what was happening and it was filling her with an unaccustomed thrill. She didn’t want to be a dog, but at the moment, gaining the teeth and muzzle of a dog felt totally erotic.
The stretching lasted only a few seconds and the spasms in her gums and jaw faded soon after. She felt her face. Her mouth felt longer. Not long like Buddy or other German Shepherds. It probably wasn’t even as long as a Pekinese, but it felt huge to her. Humans weren’t supposed to have muzzles. So why was she disappointed that it wasn’t longer?
Her tongue confirmed that more of her teeth had changed. The dog treats had given her two inch canines and now that dog food had reworked her molars, making them sharper more spread out. She tore the piece of meat to bits with her new teeth. She was going to get up and check out her reflection in the bathroom mirror, but she made the mistake of swallowing the dog food. As soon as it hit her throat she lost control and dove at the dog food, taking a large mouthful.
She ripped up the meaty bits and then swallowed most of it in one large gulp. Part of her worried that she’d choke on so much food, but the part that was in control didn’t care. It wanted to get the food into her body as fast as possible. Once she’d swallowed the rest of the food in her mouth she pushed her face back into the dog dish for another mouthful. It wasn’t until she was licking the bowl clean that the human part of her regained control of her body, at least partially. She still wasn’t able to stop herself from using her long tongue to lick her face clean.
Tracey sat back and panted. She’d been so focused on eating that she’d forgotten to breath. Her stomach was now satisfied, but she was also a little disgusted with herself. She’d not only eaten like a total pig, she’d made a horrible mess. The dog bowl was clean, but it was surrounded by the wet brown slop that had spilled over the sides from her uncontrolled gorging.
She stared at the spilled dog food. The dog part of her wanted to lick it up. The human part wanted to keep some of her dignity. Her inner dog grew stronger. Rather than let it take control again she lowered face and licked the floor clean. As she moved to the water dish she wondered if there were any more cans of dog food in the kitchen.
She considered picking up the bowl and drinking like a normal person, but figured there was little reason to piss off Enid. She’d just eaten dog food out of a dog dish what did it matter if she drank water from one? Her tongue came in very handy when drinking. She found that she could curl it and use it like a ladle. She lapped at the water until she’d had her fill and then crawled up to the front of the RV where she curled up into a ball and closed her eyes.
Enid still had the wand pointed out the window as she scanned the cars in the vicinity.
“Oh my god, just pick someone,” Andrea said to Enid.
“Don’t pressure me or I’ll test it on you.” Enid didn’t want to use the wand on just anyone, at least not her first victim. The RV was so much higher than all the other cars it was hard to get a good into them. She was just about to give up and just try it out on Buddy when the traffic began to move. It was slow going and they only travelled about a half mile up the road before coming to a stop again. But it was enough for Enid to find her first victim. A female cyclist was stopped on the side of the road. Sweat ran down the woman’s face. She looked utterly exhausted. She was fairly attractive and Enid guessed that she was in her late twenties. A male cyclist rode toward the woman from the opposite direction. He looked annoyed.
Once he reached the woman, Enid tried to use the wand on the couple, but she wasn’t entirely sure how to activate it. Was she supposed to say a special word or flick her wrist in a certain way? She looked for a button or switch, but the sides of the wand were smooth. Finally she pointed the wand and wished for something to happen to the couple, she wasn’t sure what, she just wanted them to change in a devious manner. A blinding white light shot from the tip of the wand and enveloped the couple.
“Where did they go?” Andrea cried out in alarm.
Enid wasn’t moving. She stared blankly at the spot where the pair of cyclists had been, still pointing the wand out of the window.
Andrea’s was initially concerned for Enid, fearing that something bad had happened to her, but then she realized that this was her chance to steal the wand. It wouldn’t be easy since the wand still pointed out the window. She’d need to climb over Enid to get it. Unfortunately Tracey lay on the floor between them, blocking her way.
She unbuckled her seat belt and then nudged her sister with her foot. When Tracey looked up she nearly gasped at the sight of her short muzzle. After composing herself she whispered, “Move out of the way. I’m going to get the…” She mouthed the word “wand”.
Tracey’s eyes grew wide. She shook her head from side to side, her long ears slapping her face.
“Did you say something?” Enid asked. She sounded like she was a million miles away.
Andrea swore to herself as she fastened her seatbelt. “What happened to the couple on the bikes? Did you kill them?”
“They’re not dead. The wand sent them home.” Enid had a dazed look on her face. “The whole scene played out in my mind. It was like I was there.”
“What did you see?”
“Everything,” Enid said.
***
Connie rested her head on the handlebars of her bicycle, trying to find the motivation to put her foot back on the pedal. Sweat drenched her body and her legs felt like rubber. Her ass was numb from the seat and blisters had formed on her hands. Her lungs ached and the sweat streaming down her forehead stung her eyes.
She was on the shoulder of the highway. A long line of cars idled a few feet from her, the fumes from their exhaust making it even harder to breath. She felt a little foolish with all of the passengers watching her, but she was too tired to care much. As long as she didn’t look directly at the looky-loos she wasn’t too embarrassed.
“Why did you stop again?” Blake asked as stopped in front of her. He’d been nearly a quarter of a mile up the road when he’d noticed that she wasn’t following. He hated backtracking. “We’re never going to catch up to the others if you keep stopping every few miles.”
“I can’t pedal anymore,” Connie said between gasps. “I’m too tired.”
“Don’t give up. You have to work through the pain. It’s the only way to get better,” Blake moved his bicycle alongside hers and then placed a hand on her damp shoulder. “You have to own the pain. Remind yourself that it’s your body’s way of telling you that you’re getting stronger.”
Connie looked up. Tears filled her eyes. “I hate this bicycle. Why did I ever let you talk me into buying one?” It was times like this that she wished she’d never married the man.
“We agreed to start riding to get in better shape.”
Connie glared at Blake bitterly. He was technically telling the truth. She had agreed, but only to get him off her back about her weight. She’d put on a few pounds every year since they got married. After five years of marriage the extra pounds had begun to add up. She didn’t like carrying extra weight, but she resented him for wanting her to change. He should be happy with her no matter what she looked like. She wanted to tell him to take the bike and stuff it where the sun didn’t shine, but she wasn’t good at confrontation. Something that Blake used to his advantage regularly. If she didn’t love him so much she would have divorced by now.
A bolt of light shot at them from a nearby RV, blinding them both.
Large black spots swam before Connie’s eyes, making it impossible to see. Even without her sight she could tell that she was no longer outdoors. The breeze was gone as was the rumbling of a hundred idling vehicles and the heat of the sun on her back. The ground was hard like asphalt, but smooth like glass. The air was cool, but slightly stale. It reminded her of the basement of their house, except that this room also carried the smell of leather. As the spots faded she realized that the room held little light, making it difficult to see even with her vision restored.
“Is anyone there?” Blake called out in a panicked voice.
“I’m here, honey. Do you know what happened to us? There was a blinding flash of light and then we were here, wherever here is.” Connie could make out a few shapes in the darkness. Ten feet away she could make out a human shape sitting on a bicycle. The person was in the same direction that Blake’s voice had come from. She stuck her hands out in front of her and moved toward the shape. She nearly fell over. Her biking shoes had been replaced with a pair of high heels.
“I have no fucking clue what happened or where we are. I’m chained to a bicycle of some kind.” Blake sounded like he was trying not to cry. “There’s something wrong with the bicycle seat. It’s pressing against me in a weird way. I think that it’s a…”
“It’s a what?”
“I’m afraid to guess. See if you can find a light switch.”
Connie turned slowly, trying to find any clues she could about the room they were in. A long sliver of light, several feet in length ran along the ground a few feet to the right. She held her hands out for balance as she walked carefully toward it. She was unaccustomed to walking in shoes with such an aggressive high heel and she did not want to fall in the dark.
After a few steps her hands come into contact with smooth wood. Feeling around on its surface she encountered a door handle. It was locked. To the left of the door she discovered a light switch.
“Close your eyes,” Connie said.
“Why?” Blake sounded annoyed.
“I found a light switch and I don’t want to blind you.”
“Just turn on the fucking light!” he yelled. He took a deep breath and then in a near whisper, mostly to himself, he said, “I’m chained to a fucking bicycle and she’s worried about sudden light.”
Connie’s hand trembled as she flipped on the light switch. What a typical response from her husband. She tries to be helpful and he yells at her. No appreciation. No respect. If the door wasn’t locked she’d be tempted to leave him chained up in the dark.
The light did not come on right away and she feared that it was broken, but after a second an overhead fluorescent light sputtered and popped slowly to life. Connie let out a gasp. She was in a basement filled with S&M bondage gear. Steel chains and leather straps hung from the ceiling along the far wall. A squat metal cage, large enough to hold an adult sat in the corner. Two floor to ceiling wood cabinets took up most of the near wall. A large bondage board in the shape of an X stood in the middle of the room.
When she spotted the galvanized steel wash basin in the right corner of the room her hands flew to her mouth. It was identical to the one that she had in her basement. In fact, hers was in the exact same location. She looked at the shape of the room and realized that this was the basement of their house, the one that Blake had been promising to finish for the last three years. They were home.
“What in the hell are you wearing?” Blake sat on a stationary bike on the other side of the bondage board. His hands were locked to the handlebars with a pair of handcuffs. Other than a thick, leather collar around his neck, he was naked. His eyes were red and swollen.
“I don’t know.” Connie looked down, first noticing her own creamy white cleavage held up by a black leather corset. Were her boobs bigger or did just look larger because of the corset? She cupped her tit. It felt like she had more up top, but the firm material of the corset made it hard to tell for sure. In addition to the corset she wore matching leather pants. The stilettos on her feet had to be at least five inches tall and had a wicked looking silver heel. Black opera sleeves covered her arms from wrist to shoulder. Her nails were long and painted a dark red. They’d been short and unpainted when she was on the bicycle. She could tell that she was wearing makeup and that her hair was tied into a bun of some sort. She yearned for a mirror.
“How did we get here?” Connie asked. “When did our basement become an S&M dungeon?”
“I don’t have a clue. We can worry about the how and whys once I’m free and wearing clothes. See if you undo the straps on my feet.” Blake asked. “The pedals are connected to something in the bicycle seat. The slightest movement pushes it against my ass.”
Connie strolled over to Blake, finding it much easier to walk in the heels suddenly. From the new angle she was able to see that part of the seat was missing. The tip of a large black dildo pressed up against her husband’s rectum. The dildo topped a large piston that was connected to the bicycle’s main sprocket. The piston was currently at its nadir, any movement of the pedals would drive the dildo upward and into Blake’s asshole. In addition to the handcuffs, leather straps held Blake to the bicycle’s seat and pedals. She knelt and examined his bonds.
“The straps are held in place with small padlocks,” Connie said as she stood slowly.
“There has to be a key somewhere in here. Maybe in one of the cabinets.” Blake said. “Please hurry this time.”
Connie flinched. “Give me a break. You try walking in stilettos some time.” She walked even slower to the cabinet, not because of the heels, but because Blake was pissing her off. He was always ordering her around and it was getting annoying.
The first cabinet was a wardrobe filled with PVC cat suits, leather harnesses, hoods, opera gloves, corsets and strait jackets. Two of the cat suits were sleek, glossy PVC and another was made of supple leather and covered with spikes. High heels and calf high boots sat beneath the fetish outfits.
The top half of the second cabinet held a collection of whips, paddles and riding crops. Below that, in a series of drawers she found all manner of S&M accessories. The top three drawers contained an assortment of ball gags, blindfolds, dog collars, butt plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, posture collars and even more dildos. Despite never having seen half of the items, the names and purposes of each came quickly to her mind. This would have bothered her more had she not been distracted by the pulses of pleasure she felt when she ran her hands over the items. She let out a low moan.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” Connie removed whip from its hook. She gripped the handle tightly while running her fingers along its long, supple tail.
“Stop playing around and keep looking. There’s has to be something here that you can use to free me.”
Connie gritted her teeth. She’d just about had enough of his attitude. Begrudgingly, she set the whip back on its hook and opened the third drawer. Sitting in the center of the drawer was a set of keys
“I found some keys,” Connie said absentmindedly.
“Awesome!”
The keys weren’t alone in the drawer. There was also a gold lighter and a pack of cigarettes. It was her old brand, Virginia Slims.
It had been years since she’d smoked. Blake had pressured her to quit before they got married. At the time she’d been thankful. She’d tried quitting many times before they’d met, but without success. With Blake’s constant pressure and non-stop nagging she’d finally managed to break the habit. She hadn’t had the urge to smoke in a long time, but it was back in full force at the moment. She removed a single cigarette from the pack and ran it under her nose. She’d always loved the smell of fresh tobacco.
“What are you doing with a cigarette? I hope you aren’t thinking of smoking that thing! I’m chained up in a torture dungeon and you decide to pick that moment to start smoking again. You’re such a stupid cunt sometimes.”
Connie dropped the cigarette into the drawer and snatched up the whip. “What did you call me?” She glared at him with murder in her eyes.
Blake’s expression softened. “I’m sorry I said that. I’m a little freaked out and I wasn’t thinking.”
Connie flicked the whip toward Blake. It snapped a foot over his head. “I didn’t ask you if you were sorry. I already know that you’re sorry, a sorry excuse for a husband and a sorry excuse for a man.”
“What’s gotten into you?”
Connie flicked the whip again. This time it cracked an inch in front of his nose. He jerked, causing the dildo to press harder against his ass.
“Answer the question. What did you call me?”
“I called you a cunt, you fucking psycho!” Blake yelled.
Connie hit Blake’s ass cheek with the tip of the whip. He let out an ear piercing scream. A bright red welt grew where the whip had struck. Connie’s legs buckled from the burst of pleasure shooting through her pussy.
“Are you crazy?” Blake whimpered.
Connie hit him with the whip again, but gentler this time. “Silence. Don’t make me get the ball gag.” She turned and retrieved the cigarette. Once it was lit she took a long drag, relishing the smoke. She’d expected to cough after not smoking for so many years, but it was like she’d never quit. “Hello, old friend,” she said before exhaling a long plume of smoke.
She rolled up the whip, put it back on its hook and then grabbed a studded paddle. She tapped it against her leather clad leg as she sauntered over to her husband. She ran a hand down his back. He flinched at her touch. She let her hand linger when it reached the welt on his ass, her fingers gently tracing its height, width and length.
Blake cringed when Connie took a drag on her cigarette and then blew smoke the spot where the whip had struck him. He flinched when she kissed it. “Baby, sweetie. I’m really sorry for losing my temper. Please free me from the bicycle.”
Connie stood slowly and then studied his face while puffing on her cigarette, all the while tapping her leg with the paddle. She exhaled into his face. Once he stopped coughing she said, “I can free you from the bicycle, but you need to do a couple things for me first.”
Blake’s face lit up. “Anything, name it!”
Connie smiled. “First, you need to address me properly.”
”Okay, Connie. I won’t call you names anymore, I promise.”
Connie swept her arm around. “Look around you.” She ran her hand over her breasts and down along her leather covered waist. “Look at how I’m dressed.” She grabbed his chin and dug her nails into his skin. “Now, how do you think you should address me?”
“You’re not serious, are you?”
Connie answered by swatting his ass with the paddle.
“Mistress? Is that what you want me to call you?”
Connie took a puff off her cigarette. “Very good. There’s hope for you yet.”
She strolled back over to the bench, crushed out her cigarette in an ashtray and then looked around for a hand towel. She found a small stack next to the steel wash basin. She wetted one and brought it over to Blake.
“You deserve a reward. Open wide.” Connie held the towel above Blake’s mouth and twisted it until a few dozen drops of water fell onto his tongue. Once he swallowed she laid the towel on his welt. “Does that feel better?”
“Yes. Are you going to free me now?”
Connie frowned at Blake.
“Mistress,” he said with a sigh.
“Good boy.” Connie patted his cheek. She walked back to the bench and reached into the drawer that held the keys. She pulled out the pack of cigarettes instead. After placing a cigarette in her mouth she turned back toward Blake. “I want to see what happens when you pedal the bike.”
Panic shot across Blake’s face. “I think it’s one of those symbiant things. When I press the pedal something pushes at my ass.”
“The word you’re looking for is sybian. It’s not a sybian.” Connie lit her cigarette. “It’s a straight up fucking machine.” She exhaled a cone of smoke toward the ceiling. “There’s an impressive looking dildo pointed straight at your asshole and I want to see it in action.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Connie shook her head. “You keep forgetting to address me properly.” She picked up the whip and cracked it on his ass, leaving another welt. “Now start pedaling. If you don’t start, you’ll never finish.”
Blake squealed as he pressed on the pedal and the dildo drove into his ass.
Connie strode over to him. “Pedal like you mean it.” She stomped on his foot with the heel of her stiletto. The force of his screams drove her backward into the wall, where she slumped slowly to the ground, waves of pleasure rolling through her body. Eventually the pleasure and the screams subsided.
“I thought that you loved me,” Blake cried. The dildo was wedged halfway into his formerly virgin asshole.
“Oh, I do. I’ll always love you. Now start pedaling or I’ll use the whip again.”
Blake pushed down on the pedal, driving the dildo further into his body. He screamed again at the searing pain. Still, it didn’t hurt him nearly as much as the look of pleasure on his wife’s face. Lucky for him, his screams drowned out the sound of her moans.
Once the dildo reached its apex he paused to breathe. When he resumed pedaling, the dildo descended and he sighed in relief. His ass still hurt when it starting pushing its way back in, but not nearly as much as the initial thrust.
“Faster. You’re never going to get anywhere at that pace.” Connie stood slowly. She was still recovering from the multiple orgasms that had rocked her body while her husband had fucked himself on the bicycle. She found a folding chair and set it close to Blake. She wanted to see the dildo and his face at the same time. When she returned to the chair with her cigarettes and a riding crop she noticed that Blake had stopped pedaling.
“Why did you stop?”
“I’m resting for a moment. I’m not used to this and I just need a short break.” When he saw her raise the riding crop he quickly added, “Mistress.”
“You have to work through the pain. It’s your body’s way of telling you that you’re turning me on. Besides, it looks like I’m not the only one who likes it when you experience pain.”
“What are you talking about, Mistress?”
Connie pointed at Blake’s cock with her new favorite toy. “Look down.”
Blake eyes followed the riding crop until he spotted his erection. He looked back up at his wife in confusion.
Connie stroked Blake’s cheek with the end of the riding crop. “It started getting hard when I hit you with the whip, but it really took off once the dildo went into your ass.”
“That’s impossible. I don’t like pain. I don’t want my ass fucked.”
“Didn’t is probably a better word. Whatever placed us here and repurposed our basement has changed our minds, too. I get off hurting you and you get off being hurt.” Connie sat down in the chair and spread her legs wide.
“No,” Blake whimpered. “Please, not that.”
“We’re the perfect couple now,” Connie said as she slapped his leg with the riding crop. She shuddered with another mini orgasm as Blake’s cock pulsed and starting oozing pre cum. “Now start pedaling like you mean it.”
Tears streamed down Blake’s face as he pedaled again, his cock throbbing every time the dildo pushed into his ass. It hurt like a mother fucker and he was going to come at any moment. He hated himself, but couldn’t deny the weird pleasure that he was receiving from the debasement and pain.
“Mistress, please tell me why I deserve this,” Blake begged.
“You are a worthless loser and a shitty husband. You’re pathetic in bed and I faked every orgasm.” Connie rubbed herself with the handle of the riding crop, feeling another orgasm coming on.
Blake pedaled faster and faster as he, too, neared relief. He watched his wife as her body rocked in pleasure. Her gaze turned to his and she smiled wickedly. She lit a cigarette and let it dangle from her lips as she stood.
“Do you need some help finishing?”
Blake yearned to come. He was excruciatingly close. Unfortunately the dildo had stopped hurting and he wasn’t getting any closer to an orgasm. As much as he hated admitting it, he needed the pain now. “Yes, Mistress.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Punish me for all my past sins, Mistress,” Blake said between pants for breath. “Make me pay with pain.”
Connie smiled around the cigarette in her mouth. “As you wish.” She hit his ass with the riding crop as hard as she could.
Ropes of cum splattered against Blake’s chest. He screamed a mix of ecstasy and pain. Once he stopped ejaculating he lay his head on the handlebars and tried to catch his breath. He didn’t look up as Connie unlocked his restraints or when she led him to his cage.
“You rest up now. I’m going to take a break and I’ll be back later tonight.” Connie locked the cage. “Would you like anything from the store?”
“Can you pick up some more bagels? I ate the last one this morning.” Blake laid down on the rough plywood, suddenly very sleepy.
“Of course. I think that I’ll pick up dinner from Mandarin Palace while I’m out. How does that sound?”
“Perfect, Mistress.” Blake lay his head on his arms and closed his eyes.
Connie walked over to the basement door. She unlocked it and then looked back over at her husband. Maybe she’d try him out on the rack tonight. A round of nipple torture might be nice, too. “I love you, Blake.” She turned off the light and then closed the door behind her. As she made her way upstairs she wondered if the rest of the house held any other wonderful surprises.
***
“Isn’t that fucking awesome?” Enid said.
“That poor couple,” Andrea said.
“Fuck that. They’re actually happier now.” Enid looked out the window. “Who should I use the wand on next?”
“I don’t want any part of this,” Andrea said.
“Pick someone outside or I’ll pick someone inside the RV.”
Andrea looked out the window and then picked a car at random. "The black Audi."
Enid couldn’t get a good look at its occupants. "What should I do to them?"
"I don't know," Andrea said.
"I'll let the wand choose again." Enid activated the wand.
The story is on hold at the moment. I hope to return to it in the near future.
FYI, I wrote a short story about four people hit by the magic from Enid's wand called, "The Backseat"
Tracey and Penny, Deven and Barry, Susan on the couch.
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