Story: The Hellions

I'm happy to announce that I've completed a story that has nothing to do with Heather or Bethany. It is based in the same universe as Welcome to the Club and was inspired by Tamara Vincent's new story, Meet the Reapers. Both my story and Tamara's take place the day after the events in Welcome to the Club and Welcome to the Club Again,

You probably don't need to read Welcome to the Club, Welcome to the Club again, The Eleventh Commandment, or Meet the Reapers to enjoy the following story, but if you like stories of women turning into bad ass biker chicks than they're your cup of tea.

A big thank you to Steve Wells for editing the story for me.

The Hellions
By Varian Milagro

Helen Crayman sensed something off about her daughter the moment she entered the kitchen. When you’ve known someone all their life you get to know many little things about them, the way they shut a door, the way they eat their food, the way they pronounce their words. More than that you learn their moods and idiosyncrasies and how they mingle with their everyday tasks. Between the way the window had shook when the front door closed and the purposeful strides down the hall she’d thought that it was her six four, 280 pound husband entering the house, not shy little Shelby. Something significant had changed about her daughter. Since she was in her second year at a liberal leaning community college, Helen naturally suspected drugs.

“Hey, Mom,” Shelby said from the kitchen entryway. “Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Is Noah here yet?”

“You didn’t come together?” Helen said as she rinsed her hands in the sink.

“No, I had to help one of my instructors with a special project, so we drove separate.” Shelby sent a quick text to her boyfriend.

Helen wiped her hands on her apron as she crossed the kitchen. When she gave Shelby a hug she caught a whiff of acrid smoke. Without letting her daughter go, she studied her face for a few seconds. She brushed a bit of Shelby’s light brown hair off her shoulder, noting that it wasn’t in a ponytail, which was also unusual. “Is everything alright? You seem a little off.”

“Everything’s fucking peachy.”

“Excuse me?” It wasn’t the first time Helen had heard her daughter swear, but it was always a shock hearing it come from such a sweet, innocent looking young woman.

“Sorry, mom. It slipped out. Where’s Blake?”

“He’s in his room, I think.”

Blake was Shelby’s brother and the reason she was here for dinner on a school night. It was rare that she joined her family for meals anymore, especially on a weekday. Noah’s parents didn’t live in state so he didn’t have the opportunity to have a home cooked meal that often. The few Sunday dinners that Shelby had attended over that last year had happened because Noah had begged her to go; he loved her mom’s cooking.

Tonight, Shelby had to beg him to come. Tuesday was half price night at Alfonzo's Pizzeria and, according to him, they had the “best calzones in the world”. Shelby normally wouldn’t pester him about it, but she didn’t want him to miss out on the night’s festivities.

“If you’re going upstairs can you let Amina know that dinner will be ready soon?”

“I thought Amina went back to India,” Shelby said. Amina was a foreign exchange student and an unexpected complication.

“No, that’s not until next week.”

Shelby’s heart pounded as she ascended the stairs to her brother’s room and not from lack of exercise. Inside her purse was the answer to all of her problems and her brothers. Hers was that she’d never known what she wanted to do in life. Her brother’s was just the opposite. His dreams had always been impossible, but no longer. She briefly considered postponing until after Amina departed for India, but it was going to be hard enough waiting until after dinner. Would it even be possible to wait a full week?”

“Can I come in?” Shelby said as she knocked on her brother’s door.

The door swung open. “Mom send you up here?”

“No. Came all on my own.” Shelby hugged her younger brother. She still hadn’t gotten used to him being so tall. He’d been her little brother for so many years, but then he’d shot up a couple summers ago and now he towered over her.

Blake’s room was tidy as usual and stylishly decorated. Movie posters of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Amelie and Fault in our Stars hung on his walls, as well as an array of photos he’d taken over the years on their dad’s old camera.

“She thinks I’m depressed.” Blake sat down on his bed. “When did you start smoking?”

“I haven’t really, at least not yet,” Shelby sat next to Blake “It’s kind of why I’m here though. Do you mind if we talk about ‘the secret’ for a little bit?”

“You don’t have to call it that anymore. It doesn’t freak me out to talk about being transgendered, not like it did before.”

“That mean it’s okay to tell Dad?”

“You know what I mean.” Blake examined the carpet as he spoke. “I’m still haven’t told Mr. Toxic Masculinity or Mrs. Conservative Christian Values. Dad called you a libtard feminist when he heard that you signed up for a Women’s Studies class at college. What do you think he’ll do if I tell him that his only son wants to be a woman?”

“Well, you don’t need to be in the closet about it any longer,” Shelby said. “I have something in my purse that will turn you into a woman, a real woman; breasts, pussy, everything just like you were born that way.”

“Fuck you! It’s not a joke.” Blake’s expression couldn’t have had more anger and hurt in it if his sister had stabbed him while spitting in his face.

“Hey!” Shelby said with an authority that startled Blake out of his self pitying fury. “I’m not like that and you fucking know it.”

Blake looked cowed. “You’re not like this, either. You’re acting kind of scary.”

“I found the key to your dreams and you act like I’m trying to make fun of you.” Shelby stood. “Maybe I should just fucking leave. In twenty years when you finally get the courage to be true to yourself you can become a woman the old fashioned way, with pills and a scalpel.”

“Calm down for a moment.” Blake pulled his sister’s arm back toward the bed. “At least tell me the new fashioned way for a man to become the woman he was meant to be.”

Shelby pulled a small cigar box from of her purse and opened it, revealing a dozen cigarettes and two cigars, the larger of the two wrapped with a dark red label. “Smoke two of these cigarettes and you’ll become a gorgeous, 100% natural woman that’ll have all the men drooling.” She dropped one of the cigarettes into her brother’s hand.

“I like women, remember,” Blake said as he looked at the cigarette

“You’ll have the women drooling, too.”

“Sorry, but I don’t smoke.” Blake held the cigarette out to his sister.

“You’re going to pass up the obsession of your life because you don’t smoke?” Shelby scowled at him. “I’m not asking you to smoke a carton. Just two lousy cigarettes.” She snatched the cigarette from his hand. “Why do I even fucking bother?”

“What’s with you and the language today?”

“I smoked one the cigarettes earlier today. They not only make you hot as hell, but they give you a bit of an attitude. You’ll have a much harder time putting up with everyone’s bullshit after smoking one.”

“You really are serious aren’t you?” He took the cigarette back and then studied his sister’s face. “You actually believe that I’ll become a woman by smoking a couple of cigarettes. Fuck it. Let’s do it.” He placed the cigarette in his mouth.

“That the spirit.” Shelby opened the bedroom window and then grabbed her lighter. “Now, I only want you to smoke one of these right now. You’ll smoke the other one after dinner.”

Blake lit the cigarette and after a couple drags he looked like he’d been smoking for several years. It was all Shelby could do not to join him. She’d been dying for another cigarette since her first cigarette several hours earlier at Alder Creek Community College where she’d learned about the special properties of the magical cigarettes. She’d wanted to smoke a second on so that she could go through the same transformation that had changed her Women’s Studies instructor into a badass biker chick.

Unfortunately, she knew that if she’d shown up at the house dressed in leathers and looking like the kind of woman who rode Harley’s by day and an outlaw biker’s cock by night, her parents wouldn’t have let her into the house and her brother would never attain his heart’s desire.

“Holy fuck. If I knew smoking tasted this awesome I would have tried it years ago,” Blake said as he dropped his cigarette into a half empty water bottle.

“That’s part of the magic. Now go wash up so you don’t smell like a smoker during dinner.”

“If the second one turns me into a woman, why don’t I smoke it now?” Blake said.

“You need to smoke it in front of Mom and Dad. Otherwise they’ll never believe that you were once their son. Seeing is believing.”

Dinner was a tedious affair, as usual. Her parents sat at either end of the table while Blake and Amina sat across from Shelby and Noah. Helen spent most of the dinner asking everyone about their day. Jack grunted out replies when he wasn’t glowering at everyone. Amina was terribly shy and did not speak unless directly spoken to. Noah wasn’t shy, but was a terrible nerd and had little to say if it wasn’t about one of his classes, the Coast Guard or video games. Get him talking about any one of those subjects and he wouldn’t shut up. Blake’s mind, and Shelby’s, were too preoccupied with the pending after dinner show to talk.

“Dinner was delicious as usual, Helen. Now if everyone will excuse me, there’s a ball game calling me from the other room,” Jack said, sliding his chair back.

“Just a second, Dad. Blake and I have a surprise for everyone.” Shelby pulled her brother into the other room. Handing him a cigarette she said, “Once these are lit we’re going to start changing quickly, so we need to hurry into the dining room.”

“Why are you smoking? You’re already female,” Blake said.

“It does more than make you female, it also give you a whole new direction in life.” Shelby stuck the cigarette in her mouth and flicked a flame on her lighter.

“What kind of direction?” Blake looked like he was having second thoughts.

“One in which you’re a woman, do you really need any more than that?”

Blake frowned for a moment and then shrugged and stuck a cigarette in his mouth as well.

“The game is about to start,” Jack yelled from the other room.

“Coming, Daddy,” Shelby said in a sing song.

Blake followed his sister into the dining room, struggling not to take a second drag. He’d always found cigarette smoke disgusting, but now, after one cigarette, his body was screaming at him to fill his lungs with warm smoke again. God, he hoped that his sister was telling the truth. She’d always been honest, particularly when talking about his gender identity issues.

“What on God’s green earth do you two think you are doing?” Jack roared when his two children entered the dining room with lit cigarettes dangling from their mouths.

“Put those out this instance,” Helen said.

Noah laughed so hard that he nearly choked. “Way to let your parents know that you started smoking.”

“Stay where you are for a moment. You’re about to see something amazing.”

Blake took long deep drag on his cigarette and his hair shot past his ears, turning a bright blonde, causing his mother to gasp and father to fall back into his chair, his mouth hanging open.

“What is happening to your hair?” Amina asked in a heavy Indian accent. “It is freaking me out.”

“Tell them what I told you.” Shelby handed the cigar box to Noah as she took a hit on her cigarette. Twin jets of smoke shot out of her nose while her hair grew long and wild, like it had been styled in the midst of a hurricane.

“I didn’t believe you,” Noah said, mostly to himself. “I thought you were trying to set me up.”

Blake was puffing quickly, eager for more changes, no longer caring about his father’s pending reaction to his gender identity. His hair continued to grow until it was brushing the small of his back. His fingernails had already grown at least an inch past his fingertips.

“They’re obviously very much real,” Jack said. “What did she tell you about them?”

The changes filled Shelby with an intense pleasure that made it impossible to speak; all of her effort was going into not moaning. Her pussy was soaking and her nipples were hard as nails. Not only that, but they’d grown as well, along with her tits.

“What is happening to my babies?” Helen said, a look of anguish on her face.

Noah opened the cigar box as he set it on the table. “The cigarettes turn people into biker chicks and the cigars turn them into badass biker dudes. Ever see “Sons of Anarchy”? Like that.”

“But Blake is smoking one of the cigarettes,” Jack said, a look of horror on his face.

Blake was losing height quickly and he was slimming down, dramatically. His t-shirt was shrinking at a faster rate, exposing a smooth, slender waist. His swelling pecs were giving him a sexy feminine outline.

“Put that thing out now!” Jack jumped out of his seat, knocking into the table and sending half of the dishes flying into Noah’s lap. “No son of mine is going to become a fucking woman!”

“You can’t stop it, old man,” Shelby said. “She’s a woman inside and out.”

Blake’s chest was now the largest in the room and his denim shorts were so tight that they left no doubt about his new gender. “It’s okay, Daddy. I always wanted to be your little girl.” Blake’s voice was a breathy contralto that oozed sex appeal.

“I’ll kill you, you goddamn fag!”

Jack stormed up the side of the table. Helen rose to bar her husband’s way. He barreled through her, sending her flying. Amina hurried to Helen’s aid. Shelby stepped in front of her new sister while Noah ran to block Jack’s progress.

Shelby smoked quickly, hoping that she’d finish changing and then she and Blake could get the fuck out of there. Her pants were now tight leather and she’d gained a leather jacket, too. She could feel the metal in her tits, belly button and pussy. She definitely had more meat in her ass and in her tits. Best of all, she had the confidence that she’d always wanted.

Noah wasn’t faring well with Jack. They both had military experience, but whereas Noah was a Coast Guard reservist, Jack had been in the marines for most of his adult life. While Shelby’s dad had let himself go in the last decade, he still had the better training and a good sixty pounds on her boyfriend.

“Give it up, grandpa,” Blake said as he stepped past Shelby. “Thanks to Shelby, I’m a woman now and there ain’t fuck all you can do about it.” She lifted her tiny t-shirt and flashed her Dad.

Jack grabbed Noah and flung him into the wall. “I’ll kill you both.”

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on either of my children.” Helen stood behind her husband, puffing away on the cigar with the red label. “Your days of lording over this family are over.”

“What are you doing?” Jack gaped at his wife as she grew in height, forcing him to look up to see her face.

“Teaching you a lesson about picking on people smaller than you are.” Helen stuck the cigar in her mouth and then grabbed Jack by the collar. Her arms swelled with muscle.

“Stop smoking that thing. It’s going to change you into a man.”

“A small price to pay to protect my children from you. If only Shelby had brought these home sooner. Blake wouldn’t have had to live in constant fear of you.”

“I’m sorry. Please put it out before it’s too late. I love you and I don’t want to lose you. I’ll change. I’ll be a better person, I swear.”

“I’m going to make you keep that promise,” Helen said in a deep baritone as she shoved him into a chair. “Now don’t move.” She dragged heavily on the cigar, the cherry turning bright read for several seconds. He chest expanded as did her waist. He hair and breasts both shrank, leaving her with muscular pecs and a dark five o’clock shadow.

Shelby ran her hands over Noah’s chest. “That’s what will happen to you if you smoke one of the cigars.” Her hand descended to his crotch. “Smoke one for me, baby.”

Blake came up behind Noah. She nibbled on his ear while smashing her tits into his back. “We’re both so fucking horny. You can fuck us both, but you have to be a biker first.”

“Come on and join the club,” Helen said as he handed Noah a cigar and a lighter. There was nothing even remotely feminine left of Shelby’s mom. His house dress had been replaced with faded jeans, a Harley t-shirt and a leather vest. He big enough to be a linebacker and looked mean as hell. “My daughters need a real man inside them and if you don’t fuck them then I’ll have to and nobody wants that. Now, do us all a favor and smoke up.”

“You’re going to need a new name,” Shelby said, trying not to pant. Her mom’s muscles were making her insides all melty. When he’d threatened to fuck her and Blake, she’d gushed into her panties. “You don’t look much like a Helen anymore.”

“You should call yourself Hellion,” Blake said. “I’m going by Vanity from now on.”

“You can fuck me, Hellion,” Amina said as she crushed out a cigarette and reached for another. “I should be ready for you in a minute or two.”

Noah lit his cigar and then slid the lighter across the table to Amina.

“You’re going to have to wait your turn, doll.” Hellion grabbed Jack and yanked him out of the chair. “This one’s been begging for butt sex for the last twenty years.” He lifted Jack until they were face to face, his feet left dangling. “Good news. I’m ready for anal, but I’m pitching and you’re catching.”

“You can’t be serious.” Jack struggled to free himself from Hellion’s grip.

“Strip, bitch!” Hellion unzipped his fly with his free hand.

“Don’t do this,” Jack sobbed when he saw the size of his former wife’s fire hose of a cock.

“You even cry like a little bitch. It’s making me horny.” Hellion’s cock swelled in size as it rose and pointed at the ceiling. “You know, I’m feeling a little generous. I’ll give you a couple minutes to smoke a couple of those cigarettes before I fuck you.”

“What? I don’t want to be a woman!”

“Fine by me.” Hellion yanked Jack’s pants down.

“I’ll smoke!” Jack scurried to the table, his jeans around his ankles. He picked up a cigarette and lit it.

Amina was halfway through her cigarette. Her hair was the color of ash: a mixture of black, white and smoky grey. Heavy black makeup covered her lips and eyes, making her caramel colored skin look even darker, giving her a mysterious, exotic appearance. A skin tight latex bodysuit with strategically placed peepholes over her tits and most of her waist hugged her amplified curves.

“Hurry up and smoke that thing, bitch,” Amina said as she grabbed Jack by his hair. “I’m horny as fuck and I don’t like waiting.”

Noah pumped his cigar, smoke billowing around his face. He’d grown taller and more muscular, but not to the size of Hellion. He had more of a running back's build. There was a scar that ran from his right eye down to his chin. His hair was shaved on the sides, long down the center and tied into a small ponytail. He was shirtless, exposing a well muscled torso covered in nautical tattoos, most notably the Navy Seals insignia above his heart and two mermaids getting nasty on his eight pack.

Shelby and Vanity took turns slurping on his expanding cock.

“What shall we call you?” Hellion said as he pulled Amina against his body.

“Call me Velvet.”

“While I said that I was going to fuck him first, I didn’t give him first crack at sucking me off,” Hellion pressed down on Velvet’s shoulder.

“I may need to unhinge my jaw to get that monster in my mouth.” Velvet kissed Hellion’s cock, leaving a black lipstick mark on the tip.

Jack finished his first cigarette and then lit another, the idea of becoming a biker chick growing more appealing with each puff. He gazed at the man that his wife had become and had a new appreciation for his size and strength. He could never compete with a real man like him. It’d be better if he were a woman, then he could seduce his man instead of trying to fight him.

He watched as Velvet managed to get her mouth around the head of Hellion’s monster cock and then turned his attention back to his daughters. Noah had grown a full beard and was plowing into Vanity while Shelby cheered them both on.

When Jack took his next drag he noticed that he now had long, red finger nails. He’s always liked it when Helen got her nails done at a salon, although he usually bitched about how much it cost. He could see why she did it. They made his hands look pretty and his fingers longer. His hands were so much smaller now. He doubted that they’d wrap all the way around Hellion’s cock.

His whole body tingled when he reached the halfway point on his second cigarette. He rubbed his chest, gently. There was more there now. He’d had man boobs for years, but these were boob-boobs. He was growing tits and it made him want to giggle.

“Your hair looks pretty,” Hellion said as he ran a hand through Jack’s long, blonde hair.

Jack leaned into Hellion’s hand, his firm touch sending electric tingles down his spine, causing his nipples to harden. He was amazed at how much Hellion’s compliment affected him. Helen had always complained that he didn’t appreciate her. She’d had a point. Not that she was that great to him. Men weren’t that complicated. Feed them and fuck them and most of them are happy. She may have been Martha Stewart in the kitchen, but was colder than a penguin’s twat when it came to sex. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake she’d made. He’d treat his man right.

“Let Noah fuck that cunt,” Jack said. “I’ll give you a blow job send you into overdrive.”

“Take it easy, bitch. You’ll get your turn. You need to finish smoking that cigarette first. I ain’t fucking no half men-half chick.”

Jack took drag after drag as he glowered at Velvet. Seeing her bob up and down on Hellion’s cock was pissing him the fuck off. He wanted to grab the whore by the hair and slice a deep scar into her face like Noah’s. Ugly her up a little so that Hellion wouldn’t want to fuck her no more.

Something poked Jack’s leg, making him look down. Once he’d looked past his new tits he saw the handle of a long knife sticking out of his ankle boot. It’d rubbed against his fishnets, tearing them slightly. It matched all the other rips in his stockings. A cool breeze hit his hot, damp sex, making realize that he wasn’t wearing any panties under his leather skirt and that he was now a she.

“I’m ready for you, baby.” Jack stood slowly, swaying her body sensuously as she ran a hand over her new curves and then down her leg toward her boot.

“Times up, Velvet. I got a bitch that I need to fuck.” Hellion pushed Velvet backwards off his cock.

“The name’s Malice!” Jack yanked his knife out of his boot and stuck it against one of the tennis balls hanging between Hellions’s legs. “Call me bitch again and I’ll make you a eunuch.”

“Okay, Malice. I won’t ever call you a bitch again.”

“And stop fucking whores! You’re my man. No one else’s.”

Hellion grabbed Malice’s wrist and squeezed, making her squeal. “Let’s not get ridiculous. I’m going to fuck other women. That goes without saying.”

Malice shoved with all her strength, her face straining furiously with the effort, but she couldn’t jab the knife into her husband’s testicle.

“But I’ll make this deal with you. I’ll only fuck other women. I’ll always make love to you.” He let go of his wife’s wrist. “Deal?”

Fury and lust warred for control of Malice’s face. She dragged the tip of her knife up along the underside of Hellion’s cock, making it swell even larger. “Deal.” She dropped the knife and jumped into his arms. “Forget making love right now. Just fuck me senseless!”

As Hellion ripped off Malice’s clothing Velvet crawled over to Shelby. “You got any cigarettes that aren’t magical?”

“What a great idea.” Shelby pulled a pack of cigarettes, a pint of Wild Turkey and a vial of white powder out of her purse. All compliments of Blaze, the biker chick that her Women’s Studies instructor had become.

“Is this what I think it is?” Velvet’s eyes sparkling at the small vial.

“You know it.” Shelby took a hit of whiskey and then popped a couple of cigarettes out of the pack.

Velvet scooped out a generous portion of coke with her fingernail. After powdering her nose she dipped her finger back into the vial and then offered it up to Shelby.

Shelby lit a cigarette before inhaling the proffered cocaine. Her right nostril went numb and then she was hit with the most wondrous euphoria. She snorted another fingernail sized portion into her left nostril to balance her nose out.

“You come up with a new name for yourself or you sticking with Shelby?” Velvet lit her own cigarette and then took a hit off the whiskey.

Shelby pulled in a lungful of smoke and enjoyed its warmth for a few seconds before sending a jet of smoke across the room. “I’m going to be Siren and Noah can be Triton.”

“Siren and Vanity. Awesome fucking names for sisters.” Velvet watched Vanity bounce up and down on Triton’s cock while sucking one of her own tits for a few seconds before saying, “So, what are we going to do now?”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Siren said. “I say we sell this house quickly, take any money my parents have saved and buy a place out in the boonies. We’ll use whatever is leftover to buy guns. Then we’ll steal some Harley’s and whatever else we need. I don’t want to join Blaze’s biker gang. I want to start our own. We can call ourselves Hellion’s Posse.”

“That sounds cool, but I was thinking more short term.” Velvet pointed at Vanity and Triton, her long, black fingernails looking like claws. “It looks like those two are going to be at it for awhile and I’m horny as fuck.”

“You into girls?”

“I am now. You?”

“Fuck yeah.” Siren flicked her cigarette to the side and then started making out with Velvet, hoping that Triton would keep fucking her sister long enough for her to bury her face in Velvet’s velvety underground for a few minutes at least.