Story: Birthday Wish App

 Birthday Wish App

By Varian Milagro

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"You got to check out this new app," Brad said as he entered the family room where his older brother of two years was playing video games. "It can change people and I'm gonna use it to give Mia big tits."

Joel didn't bother to look away from his game. He was used to his brother's weird comments. He'd hoped Brad would've grown out of it once he'd graduated high school last summer, but no luck. "There's like a million AI programs that will do shit like that."

Joel Watkins, recent recipient of an Associates of Arts degree from Spencer Community College 

"This is different, dude. It actually works."

Story: The One You're With - part 7

The One You're With

by Varian Milagro

Part 7

There was another bright flash and when it faded Rachel found herself sitting in the front passenger seat of a car in the parking lot of the Rusty Nail tavern.

“Woah, déjà vu,” Rachel said.

"Here, these are for you." Paige held out a pack of cigarettes. She wore a tight leather skirt and a silky black blouse that showed more than it hid.

“Thanks,” Rachel said, distractedly. Her attention was on the group of men and women standing near a line of Harley Davidson motorcycles. It was the members of the local motorcycle gang, The Lords of Chaos. 

“Are you ready to do this?” Paige said and then lit a cigarette.

“I want to say hi to Mom first.” Rachel opened the passenger door. She wore a backless pink clubbing dress and a pair of black stilettos.

Story: The One You're With - part 6

The One You're With

by Varian Milagro

Part 6

Rachel decided that it was okay to talk about what was really going on now that Terrance had allowed Cody to witness the magic take place and remember it.

“Yeah, about that. You may not believe this, but magic is real and this guy has been changing me and my sister and daughter. I didn’t look like this at the start of the evening, trust me. Especially these.” She motioned toward her large tits. “I was also a lot older and he promised that I could change back if we beat those other two.”

Cody’s expression darkened. “I have a bit of a confession to make too. I saw a creepy guy talking to you and thought you might need rescuing so I manipulated Lance and Jackson into picking you as my partner. Turned out great. You’re an amazing pool player. What are the chances?”

“You can see Terrance too? He said he picked me because I had the sight. He’s the one who changed me so that I look like this now. He’s the one who did all of this.” She swept an arm around indicating that she was talking about the luxury suite.

“How did you change?” Cody was frowning.

Rachel’s shoulders slumped. “I guess you don’t have the sight after all. It was too much to hope for.”

Story: The One You're With - part 5

The One You're With

by Varian Milagro

Part 5

It was Lance's turn to break, which meant that she needed him to end his turn as quickly as possible. If he sank too many balls then it would make it way too easy for his partner to win the game. While Rachel was fairly confident that she could sink one or two balls, making all of them without missing was asking a lot. If Lance was able to sink even three balls that would leave five for Jackson. Even if he wasn’t able to win at that point, Cody would have to leave the eight on the table which would mean that Lance would get a second turn. That meant that she had to figure out a way to stop her opponents from sinking eight balls over three turns. That wasn’t going to be easy.

She had an ace up her sleeve when it came to Lance, but she was hoping to save it for an emergency. While she'd been able to distract him by smoking in the last game she wasn't entirely sure it would work again and it would be even less likely to work twice in the same game. She was hoping that all the skills she'd acquired thanks to Cody turning her into a professional smoker would be enough to make him miss one more time.

Lance didn't cooperate and she was about to pull out her only weapon when he finally missed when trying to bank the 14 ball into the side pocket. He'd done a lot of damage though. Only three striped balls remained on the table which meant that if her opponents both sank two balls on their following turns she’d lose the game, the match and any hope for her daughter.

Story: The One You're With - part 4

The One You're With

by Varian Milagro

Part 4

Rachel took that opportunity to excuse herself. She sent a text to Gabi as she walked toward the exit. Even though her sister probably had no memory of any of this she needed to talk to someone. She needed to sort all of this out in her mind. There were things that were not making sense. Like Cody complimenting her outfit, like he was seeing it for the first time. Did he have a form of the sight too?

Gabi wasn’t outside yet, but one of the Tavern’s employees was. The white apron was a give away. The young woman was quite busty and was wearing a pair of cutoffs so short that the half of the pockets dangled from beneath the faded blue denim. Her low-cut top showed off a lot of flesh. Rachel almost screamed when she realized that it was her daughter.

“Jeez, mom. You about gave me a heart attack.”

Now that she was closer she looked Paige up and down. In addition to larger breasts she also had small hoops in her nose and right eyebrow. There was also a tattoo of a feral looking mermaid holding a trident on her right shoulder.

Rachel was furious. Terrance had said that he wouldn’t change Paige. Why had he gone back on his promise? She suddenly remembered her conversation with the godlike being. It played before her eyes like a movie. She saw him saying that he wouldn’t change her daughter directly, but he also said that apples didn’t fall far from the tree.

Story: The One You're With - part 3

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Story: The One You're With - part 2

The One You're With
by Varian Milagro

Part 2

Rachel looked around, but didn’t see Terrance anywhere in the tavern. She grabbed her drink and took a long swallow. Once she finished it she would grab Gabi and leave as quickly as she could. As she began to repack her purse she once again noticed the red light on her phone. When she unlocked it, she saw that she had a message from Paige. It said “Gma says I can borrow car after lesson. Be there at 10?”. As she scrolled up, there was a whole conversation that hadn’t been there before she’d met Terrance. The conversation consisted of Rachel trying to convince Paige to drive out to the Tavern and give her a ride.

Rachel tried to make a call, but as soon as she hit the call button, her phone shut off. She powered it back on and the same thing happened. Any attempt to contact Paige resulted in her phone going dead. Luckily, Paige didn’t have ready access to a car and it sounded like Rita wasn’t going to let Paige borrow hers until later in the evening. That gave her over an hour to get to a working phone and let her daughter know to stay away from the tavern.

Before she could finish packing her purse, a young man approached the table. He was tall, perhaps six-one, in great physical shape and startlingly handsome. There was a calculating intelligence behind his mesmerizing blue eyes. He was also quite young. He couldn’t be more than three or four years older than her daughter. 

“Hi, I’m Cody and I’m hoping you can do me a huge favor. I got myself into a bit of a wager at that pool table over there.” Without looking away, he pointed toward the pool tables in the adjoining room. “I bet a couple guys that I could beat them in a game of doubles and they got to pick my partner. They decided upon you. Which, to be honest, made me quite happy.”

Story: The One You're With - part 1

The One You're With

by Varian Milagro

Author's note: The ending to this story eluded me for a long time, but I am happy with the what I eventually came up with. I'm not so happy with the title and reserve the right to change it at a later date. If you have an idea for a different one, feel free to post it in the comments or shoot me an email at varian.milagro@gmail.com. FYI, the story is completely written and as edited as it is ever going to get. I'll post the next parts (there's seven of them) in the coming days.

Part 1

"Here, these are for you." Gabi held out a pack of cigarettes. She wore a tight leather skirt and a silky black blouse that showed more than it hid. Her makeup was dark and heavy, giving her a rebellious appearance. Her blonde, shoulder length hair was streaked with temporary red highlights. Everything about tonight’s look was temporary. By day she sold tickets to various Vegas shows at the MGM casino and by night she was typically in bed by ten. Tonight, though, she wanted to party and maybe even get laid.

"I'm not holding those for you,” Rachel said. “I told you not to buy them in the first place.”

"I have my own.” Gabi held up a second pack. It was different from the one she was offering her sister. Those had Marlboro Lights written on the side, The pack she was opening were shorter and had a picture of a camel on them. 

Rachel snatched the pack of Marlboros out of her sister's hand. “You’re taking this bad girl thing way too far. Smoking kills, you know.” She was dressed much more conservatively than her sister. She’d refused a "bad girl" makeover and had opted for a pair of comfortable black jeans and a paisley blouse. She had spent a decent amount of time on her shoulder-length auburn hair, giving it some decent curls. Normally, she put it in a ponytail and forgot about it.

“Oh my god, for like the millionth time I am not going to start smoking.” She stuck a cigarette in her mouth.

Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 13

A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro


Epilogue

Six months later

Cassidy awoke in a panic. It was nearly six in the morning and she was going to be in so much trouble. She slid out of the covers and then struggled to stand. Desiree still slept on a mattress that lay directly on the floor. It was comfortable to sleep on, but a pain in the ass when it came to getting up when you were six months pregnant.

“Where are you going, Kitty?” Desiree reached out for her. “Come back to bed. I’m lonely already.”

“I wish I could, baby, but I have to get home before Ben wakes up.” Cassidy sat down on the chair in front of Desiree’s drafting table and then pulled her dress over her head.

“Say hello for me.”

Cassidy snorted. While her husband was fully aware of her relationship with Desiree, it wasn’t like he totally approved. It was a bit of assault on his machismo that she regularly sought the arms of not only another lover, but a woman’s. In exchange for allowing her to keep up her affair with Desiree he had two rules. First, she needed to record their lovemaking so he could watch it later, and to always spend the night at home. She could fuck her lesbian girlfriend all day long, but he wanted to wake up with her in bed with him.

Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 12

A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro


Chapter 12

After dropping Helen off at school, Cassidy drove to her very own Pilates studio. There was a class going and it was completely full, which made her quite happy. It wasn’t going to make her rich like Ryan, but if the studio kept up business like this, she and Helen should live quite comfortably.

At first she was worried that she’d make a mess of things. She’d never had a real job before and now she needed to run an entire business. But as the day went along she found that whatever situation arose, be it running a class, dealing with an upset customer, ordering supplies or handling employee questions, the knowledge popped into her head and she was able to deal with it.

During a break between classes Cassidy booted up her old phone to find that it was once again full of unread texts and phone messages. Most of them were from Penny, expressing her displeasure at being set up with a guy who wanted an occultist for a girlfriend. There were several from Desiree as well.

Before she could talk herself out of it she made a call to Desiree. It went straight to voicemail, making Cassidy suspected that the call had been rejected. She hoped that it was because Desiree didn’t recognize her mom’s phone number and not because she didn’t want to talk to her. She followed up with a text stating who she was and that she had a new phone. The phone started ringing less than a minute later.

Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 9

A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro


Chapter 9

After a brief recovery period Cassidy found Desiree and enlisted her help for another makeover, this one to return her to her old look. It was pretty easy. A little digging in her closet and Desiree found pair of jeans that she’d had from when she’d been heavier. They were loose enough in the posterior that they helped hide Cassidy’s new ass. She also loaned her a camo hoodie that hid her new hairdo and all of her tattoos. The old Cassidy was back.

Afterwards they both worked on Jax, giving him a bad boy to good boy makeover. While he removed all of his piercings, Desiree worked on taming his wild black hair, trying to make it look somewhat respectable. Cassidy poured through his closet looking for a shirt that wouldn’t make Penny turn and run the other way.

When they finished, he looked like a fairly normal person you might pass on the street and not even really notice. He wore a pair on clean blue jeans and a black polo shirt. Cassidy finished off his look with the silver cross Richmond had bought her. On the drive to the bank she had him memorize a couple of bible verses just in case Penny asked him for his favorite.

Heather's story part 14

Heather's Story
by Varian Milagro


Chapter 14

Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.

The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.

Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.

Heather's story part 13

Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro

Chapter 13

Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.

“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”

Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.

Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.

“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”

Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”

Heather's Story part 12

Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro


Chapter 12

Heather awoke on Saturday wishing that she were dead. Her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it with old cotton balls that had been soaked in cigarette ash and stale alcohol. She imagined that her breathe was so bad it could kill a small animal. All the moisture was gone from her mouth; she ached for a glass of water. Her head throbbed with a needle like pain centered in each temple. Her stomach felt like it was trying to claw its up and out through her throat.

To make matters worse Kirk had the worst mattress she’d ever slept on. The thing sagged like a semi deflated air mattress. It forced the girl’s bodies against each other and not in a pleasant “let’s cuddle” way, but more of an involuntarily wedged together way that grinded hip bones against each other and shoved elbows into ribs.

The absolute worst of it was the agonizing pain in her left breast. Opening her eyes she discovered the source of her discomfort. Mr Whiskers was standing on her breast, staring into her eyes.

“Meow!” he demanded.

It suddenly occurred to Heather that he hadn’t eaten or been near a litter box for at least 16 hours. “I can get you some food pretty soon,” Heather croaked. “I don’t have a litter box with me. Can you use the toilet? I heard that some cats do that.”

Heather's story part 10

Heather's story
By Varian Milagro


Chapter 10

That night, when the girls arrived at Todd’s and Kirk’s house, the door was answered by an unshaven man dressed in sweats and a Lakers jersey.

“Hi, you must be Heather and Abigail. I’m Byron. I rent this place with Todd and Kirk.” He took a step backwards. “Come in and I’ll let them know that you’re here.”

They stood in the living room while Bryon disappeared down the hall. He returned a minute later and said, “They’re still primping.” He leered at both of the girl’s chests for a moment. “Can I get you ladies something to drink?”

Heather folded her arms over her breasts. The jacket she’d borrowed from Abigail covered her arms and upper chest, but Byron’s lustful gaze made her feel exposed and dirty.

“We’re fine.” Abigail thrust her chest out slightly.

“Yes, you are. I’m not sure what you see in Twinkle-dee and Twinkle-dumb, but I might have to figure it out. You’re both amazingly beautiful.” Byron looked away and said, “I’m going to go back downstairs and finish watching the game. You’re welcome to join me or wait here.”

Story: The Backseat

Author's note: This story takes place immediately after The Road Trip part 7. It is NOT necessary to read The Road Trip before reading this story. You only need to know that there is an RV stuck in traffic on a freeway near the southwest border of Nebraska and one of its occupants is using a magic wand on others in the area.


The Backseat: A Tale from The Road Trip
By Varian Milagro

“Can you roll the window up, angel?” Dolores asked from the front, passenger seat.

Erica rolled her eyes at her mom. Being in the seat directly behind her, it went unnoticed. “The air conditioning is giving me a headache.”

She leaned her head out of the vehicle and breathed in the outside air. Despite the exhaust fumes of the cars around them it was better than the artificial air spewing in Bob’s Escalade. She’d lied about getting a headache; truth was that she hated being trapped in a car on a warm sunny day. That they were stuck in traffic only made it worse. The warmth of the sun on her arms and face were the only things that kept her from losing it.

“You’re letting the hot air in,” Dolores said as she rummaged through her purse. “I have some aspirin for your head.”

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.

Interactive story - part 3

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Story: Jersey Shored

Jersey Shored
By Varian Milagro
Based on the story idea by David Plymouth


“How much longer should we wait for Lynn, dear?” Ting-lan asked.

Ting-lan stood outside a two story, brown shingled house with her husband, Kang and their two children, Shen and Luan. Like her husband, she had a slight Mandarin accent. Both were second generation Chinese Americans and picked up the accents from listening to their parent’s speak broken English at home. Thankfully, both children spoke fluent, accent free English and Chinese. At five-three, she was the shortest of the family and the only one who carried extra weight. Her daughter stood a couple inches taller and had the body of a ballet dancer. Ting-lan wasn’t fat, but had a fuller figure not uncommon with women in their mid-forties.

The sun was out and the smell of saltwater in the air. The roar of the ocean and hundreds of people at play came from beyond the house. To the left and right of the house were similar rectangular homes, either permanent vacation homes or more likely, rentals.

“If we had cell phones we could call her, Father,” Shen said. Like his father, he stood five-eleven and had a slender build, although age had filled out Kang’s frame whereas Shen looked like a strong wind would blow him away.

“I do not want to hear anymore about cell phones.” Kang glared at the green, white and red garage door. “I want you to paint over that this week.”

“What color, Father?”

“Confer with your mother. I only care that we no longer have the Italian flag on our new vacation home.”

“Yes, sir.”

Comic Recommendation: PerfectU

PerfectU is a blog style 3D comic by Dynamoob, who has a lot of great 3-d art on his DeviantArt page.. A plain Jane type starts taking pills to increase her attractiveness. It's 60 daily pills. There is a post for every day the girl is taking the pills. It is BE, Bimbo slow transformation. Great art. Reminds me of Avaro56, who I will be recommending next.


Other good comics by Dynamoob are: Travel Buddies (Bimbo, BE), Cheap Motel (TG), A Jewel on 34th St, (TG)