Interactive story - part 5

Here are the results from last week’s poll:

0% - Outlaw wedding
5% - The wedding crew
7% - Hello Kitty wedding
17% - White trash wedding
24% - Hip Hop wedding
48% - Stripper wedding

I didn’t make it to the wedding yet. That will come in the next part, hopefully. I’m not sure if I’ll have a part ready by next week. I’ll either need to write shorter parts or post them at longer intervals.

The Road Trip - part 005

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 his 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 she had 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.”

===

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.

===

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.”

===

“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 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.

Andrea decides to:

Voting results:
49 votes (42%) - Pursuade Enid to smoke
21 votes (18%) - Make Tracey eat a dog treat
17 votes (14%) - Blow Maria
10 votes (8%) - Sleep the day away
19 votes (16%) - Disturb Barry