The Road Trip - Part 6

Thank you to everyone who voted in the latest polls. I really appreciate it. Here are the results from the main poll.

8% - Sleep the day away
14% - Blow Maria
16% - Disturb Barry
18% - Make Tracey eat a dog treat
42% - Persuade Enid to smoke.

I decided to incorporate more than one option into this chapter. The winning option has the main focus of the story, but I decided to include a couple of the runner ups as well.

If you're new to this story, you can read all the preceding parts here: The Road Trip

The Road Trip - Part 006

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.

Options:

1. Andrea makes a grab for the wand and wins
2. Andrea makes a grab for the wand and loses
3. Enid waits to use the wand at the wedding
4. Enid uses the wand on some random people along the way.