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.
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Tuesday, July 11, 2017
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!”
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!”
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Heather's story part 13a
Authors note: FYI, the entire text of chapter 13 can be found here
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13a
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
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13a
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!”
Monday, June 19, 2017
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.”
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.”
Sunday, May 28, 2017
Heather's story part 11
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 11
Heather stood next to Bethany just inside the entrance of Boxcar, a diner just off I-80 between Laramie and Cheyenne. A large brown sign instructing them to wait to be seated stood next to a white board wishing them a happy April Fool’s day and announcing that the special of the day was a Reuben sandwich.
Bethany wore a short, leather skirt and semi transparent blouse that showed off her lacy black bra. On her feet were a pair of stilettos so tall that she nearly walked on her tiptoes. Her hair was pulled tight against her head, but then exploded into a teased out pony tail. Heather wore a plain brown dress that covered her from neck to ankle. Her straight auburn hair hung to the middle of her back. Unlike her sister, the only makeup Heather wore was a modest amount of involuntary eyeliner. Bethany looked like a walking Covergirl advertisement.
Heather tried to keep her mind off recent events while they waited to be seated, focusing instead on the scene around her, the waitresses carrying orders to the kitchen or food to hungry customers, the smell of grilled sandwiches and freshly baked pies, constant rumble of several dozen conversations being held simultaneously. It kept her from thinking about the events at the strip club, the strange ceremony where she’d been infused with magic, her sister forcing her to use that magic on the bouncer, stripping him of his manhood in order to avoid being raped. Most of all it stopped her from brooding over the time she’d spent with Rebecca.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 11
Heather stood next to Bethany just inside the entrance of Boxcar, a diner just off I-80 between Laramie and Cheyenne. A large brown sign instructing them to wait to be seated stood next to a white board wishing them a happy April Fool’s day and announcing that the special of the day was a Reuben sandwich.
Bethany wore a short, leather skirt and semi transparent blouse that showed off her lacy black bra. On her feet were a pair of stilettos so tall that she nearly walked on her tiptoes. Her hair was pulled tight against her head, but then exploded into a teased out pony tail. Heather wore a plain brown dress that covered her from neck to ankle. Her straight auburn hair hung to the middle of her back. Unlike her sister, the only makeup Heather wore was a modest amount of involuntary eyeliner. Bethany looked like a walking Covergirl advertisement.
Heather tried to keep her mind off recent events while they waited to be seated, focusing instead on the scene around her, the waitresses carrying orders to the kitchen or food to hungry customers, the smell of grilled sandwiches and freshly baked pies, constant rumble of several dozen conversations being held simultaneously. It kept her from thinking about the events at the strip club, the strange ceremony where she’d been infused with magic, her sister forcing her to use that magic on the bouncer, stripping him of his manhood in order to avoid being raped. Most of all it stopped her from brooding over the time she’d spent with Rebecca.
Monday, May 8, 2017
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.”
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.”
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Heather's story part 9
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
Heather awoke Friday morning with Abigail draped over her body and cupping her boob. It was her new favorite way of waking up. She knew that the magic was changing her relationship with Abigail from strictly platonic to something more sexual, but it felt so wonderful that it was getting hard to care.
She’d never really been romantically involved with anyone before, but had always assumed that it would be with a guy. Like a lot of her friends, she’d dreamed about a large church wedding, walking down the aisle in a white gown, being given away by her father to a man that was just as handsome and godly. Like her mom, she’d cook for her husband, be dutiful, and raise his children with love and a healthy fear of God.
That was looking less and less likely with each passing day. Would it be that big of a deal if she shared her life with a woman instead of a man? More and more people thought that the church was wrong for condemning homosexuality. Were they right? How could something that felt so amazing and natural be wrong?
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
Heather awoke Friday morning with Abigail draped over her body and cupping her boob. It was her new favorite way of waking up. She knew that the magic was changing her relationship with Abigail from strictly platonic to something more sexual, but it felt so wonderful that it was getting hard to care.
She’d never really been romantically involved with anyone before, but had always assumed that it would be with a guy. Like a lot of her friends, she’d dreamed about a large church wedding, walking down the aisle in a white gown, being given away by her father to a man that was just as handsome and godly. Like her mom, she’d cook for her husband, be dutiful, and raise his children with love and a healthy fear of God.
That was looking less and less likely with each passing day. Would it be that big of a deal if she shared her life with a woman instead of a man? More and more people thought that the church was wrong for condemning homosexuality. Were they right? How could something that felt so amazing and natural be wrong?
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Heather's story part 8
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
Heather woke up on Thursday morning snuggled up against Abigail, using her shoulder for a pillow and cupping one of her breasts through her nightgown. Their legs were intertwined and she could feel an intimate heat on her right thigh. Mr. Whiskers lay on the other side of Abigail. He stared at Heather through tiny slits while purring contentedly. Heather felt like joining him. Besides a strong craving for nicotine she felt at peace.
She knew that she should pull away, that she should be ashamed and horrified, that if nothing else she should let go of Abigail’s boob. But she had no desire to do so. She’d never known that a breast could feel so nice. Her own had never felt that good. And it wasn’t just because Abigail’s were larger. She felt intimately connected to her best friend and wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in her arms.
Was she gay now?
According to her dream, Rebecca had participated in the ceremony on Sunday so that Heather would return her affections. Apparently it had affected her feelings for Abigail as well. Was she gay for all women now? Her attraction to Abigail seemed to have increased dramatically after they’d kissed yesterday, right after she’d turned Kathleen into a smoker. She’d remembered feeling the magic flow through her body, like it was alive. Had the magic altered Abigail’s feelings, too? Had she made Abigail gay? But that didn’t explain Kirk and Todd. It was Abigail’s idea for them to go on a double date with the two guys from bible study.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
Heather woke up on Thursday morning snuggled up against Abigail, using her shoulder for a pillow and cupping one of her breasts through her nightgown. Their legs were intertwined and she could feel an intimate heat on her right thigh. Mr. Whiskers lay on the other side of Abigail. He stared at Heather through tiny slits while purring contentedly. Heather felt like joining him. Besides a strong craving for nicotine she felt at peace.
She knew that she should pull away, that she should be ashamed and horrified, that if nothing else she should let go of Abigail’s boob. But she had no desire to do so. She’d never known that a breast could feel so nice. Her own had never felt that good. And it wasn’t just because Abigail’s were larger. She felt intimately connected to her best friend and wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in her arms.
Was she gay now?
According to her dream, Rebecca had participated in the ceremony on Sunday so that Heather would return her affections. Apparently it had affected her feelings for Abigail as well. Was she gay for all women now? Her attraction to Abigail seemed to have increased dramatically after they’d kissed yesterday, right after she’d turned Kathleen into a smoker. She’d remembered feeling the magic flow through her body, like it was alive. Had the magic altered Abigail’s feelings, too? Had she made Abigail gay? But that didn’t explain Kirk and Todd. It was Abigail’s idea for them to go on a double date with the two guys from bible study.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Heather's story part 7
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
Heather lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, staring at a pool of dark liquid a few feet away, her mind revolting over the images it had just seen as her stomach convulsed, trying to repeal the vile liquid that she’d been forced to consume.
Starshine knelt next to her, speaking softly in a strange language.
Bethany stood nearby, tapping her foot.
“There there now. Let those nasty images fade away,” Starshine said as she stroked Heather’s hair. “Much too much to deal with all at once. Push it into the back of your mind. Let them come back to you at a later time when you’re better prepared.”
Little by little, Heather stopped screaming.
Her muscles slowly unclenched as the monstrous images pummeling her brain melted away. Fading too were the memories of the ceremony itself that had finished just minutes before. The strongest, most frightful images lingered; the blood, the screams, the taste of that foul concoction and the pain it caused her throat, the unnamable thing that had towered over her. And its voice. Its horrid voice. Eventually it all vanished, everything from the moment they’d dragged her into the circle until just a few seconds ago. She could still remember that there had been a ceremony, a horrific one where they had imbued her with the powers of a woman named Constance. But all the details were gone, leaving only paranoid sensations and disassociated anxiety.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
Heather lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, staring at a pool of dark liquid a few feet away, her mind revolting over the images it had just seen as her stomach convulsed, trying to repeal the vile liquid that she’d been forced to consume.
Starshine knelt next to her, speaking softly in a strange language.
Bethany stood nearby, tapping her foot.
“There there now. Let those nasty images fade away,” Starshine said as she stroked Heather’s hair. “Much too much to deal with all at once. Push it into the back of your mind. Let them come back to you at a later time when you’re better prepared.”
Little by little, Heather stopped screaming.
Her muscles slowly unclenched as the monstrous images pummeling her brain melted away. Fading too were the memories of the ceremony itself that had finished just minutes before. The strongest, most frightful images lingered; the blood, the screams, the taste of that foul concoction and the pain it caused her throat, the unnamable thing that had towered over her. And its voice. Its horrid voice. Eventually it all vanished, everything from the moment they’d dragged her into the circle until just a few seconds ago. She could still remember that there had been a ceremony, a horrific one where they had imbued her with the powers of a woman named Constance. But all the details were gone, leaving only paranoid sensations and disassociated anxiety.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Heather's story part 6
Heather’s story part 6
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up feeling even worse than the day before. Although the nicotine withdrawals weren’t any worse than Tuesday morning, the events at the truck stop haunted her. What had she done to that man? What was she becoming? Was she becoming an agent of evil? Pastor William was quite clear that any supernatural power that wasn’t of God was automatically against God. She didn’t want to be an agent of evil.
Why did Pastor William suddenly leave on vacation? He’d taken vacations before, but they had all been planned weeks and sometimes months in advance. As far as she knew this was the first time he’d ever taken a week off on the spur of the moment. Was Bethany behind his sudden disappearance?
What was she going to do until he returned? Hide away in Abigail’s room during the day and spend her nights at truck stops, smoking and unleashing supernatural powers on random strangers?
What was she going to do about Jimmy and Donna? She had no idea how to protect them from their eldest sister. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and have an all day pity party, but Abigail would have none of it.
“Come on, it’s time to get up,” Abigail said as she tugged on one of Heather’s arms. “It’s almost ten for goodness sake. This isn’t like you.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up feeling even worse than the day before. Although the nicotine withdrawals weren’t any worse than Tuesday morning, the events at the truck stop haunted her. What had she done to that man? What was she becoming? Was she becoming an agent of evil? Pastor William was quite clear that any supernatural power that wasn’t of God was automatically against God. She didn’t want to be an agent of evil.
Why did Pastor William suddenly leave on vacation? He’d taken vacations before, but they had all been planned weeks and sometimes months in advance. As far as she knew this was the first time he’d ever taken a week off on the spur of the moment. Was Bethany behind his sudden disappearance?
What was she going to do until he returned? Hide away in Abigail’s room during the day and spend her nights at truck stops, smoking and unleashing supernatural powers on random strangers?
What was she going to do about Jimmy and Donna? She had no idea how to protect them from their eldest sister. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and have an all day pity party, but Abigail would have none of it.
“Come on, it’s time to get up,” Abigail said as she tugged on one of Heather’s arms. “It’s almost ten for goodness sake. This isn’t like you.”
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Heather's story part 5
Heather's story part 5
By Varian Milagro
Heather bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. The room was dark and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. For a moment she thought that she was still dreaming, especially when she glanced over at Abigail’s bed and saw a pair of amber orbs glaring at her in the darkness. She fought back a scream until she realized that they belonged to Mr. Whiskers. His owner lay on her side, facing the wall, breathing deeply and peacefully.
She lay back down and reflected on her latest dream. Like the dream the night before, this one seemed more like an uncovered memory than a straight up dream. What had Starshine and Bethany done to her? What kind of ceremony had they performed? It made her wish that she’d slept a little longer, she might have gotten more answers.
As she reviewed the events of her dream she realized that Starshine seemed familiar, not her face, but her voice. She’d heard that voice recently, since arriving at Abigail’s, but she didn’t know where. No one in the house sounded like the old crone and she hadn’t spoken to anyone else.
At least she knew what her body had been craving for the last 16 hours. Although knowing the source of her discomfort was worse in a way. Now that she knew the remedy she fought a mental war with herself. Part of her wanted to rush out and do what was needed to make the pain go away while the other part was disgusted that she’d even consider smoking. Her withdrawals seemed to get worse by the second.
By Varian Milagro
Heather bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. The room was dark and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. For a moment she thought that she was still dreaming, especially when she glanced over at Abigail’s bed and saw a pair of amber orbs glaring at her in the darkness. She fought back a scream until she realized that they belonged to Mr. Whiskers. His owner lay on her side, facing the wall, breathing deeply and peacefully.
She lay back down and reflected on her latest dream. Like the dream the night before, this one seemed more like an uncovered memory than a straight up dream. What had Starshine and Bethany done to her? What kind of ceremony had they performed? It made her wish that she’d slept a little longer, she might have gotten more answers.
As she reviewed the events of her dream she realized that Starshine seemed familiar, not her face, but her voice. She’d heard that voice recently, since arriving at Abigail’s, but she didn’t know where. No one in the house sounded like the old crone and she hadn’t spoken to anyone else.
At least she knew what her body had been craving for the last 16 hours. Although knowing the source of her discomfort was worse in a way. Now that she knew the remedy she fought a mental war with herself. Part of her wanted to rush out and do what was needed to make the pain go away while the other part was disgusted that she’d even consider smoking. Her withdrawals seemed to get worse by the second.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Heather's story part 4
Heather's story part 4
By Varian Milagro
Heather was back at her sister’s house, sitting in her room, reading her bible, trying to find forgiveness in her heart for the things that Bethany had made her do at the strip club the night before. Forcing her to watch women debase themselves before horny men was bad enough, but making her kiss Rebecca had been truly evil.
She looked over at the alarm clock and let out a sigh. Sunday church service was nearly over. It was the first time she’d missed it in over ten years. She was going to miss Sunday dinner too, which she loved almost as much as going to church. Not that there would ever be another Sunday dinner, now that her parents were being corrupted by their eldest daughter. There had to be a way to stop her sister before she destroyed their whole family.
As if on cue, Bethany burst into the room. She had a pack of cigarettes in her hand and a lit one dangling from her mouth.
“You agreed not to smoke in here,” Heather snapped.
“Tough shit.” She sat on the bed next to Heather. “I’ve decided to let you off the hook. I had something truly devilish planned for you, but the part of me that was your sister is having second thoughts. If you’ll voluntarily do two things for me I’ll let you go home right away.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Bethany held out the pack in her hand. “Smoke a cigarette.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather was back at her sister’s house, sitting in her room, reading her bible, trying to find forgiveness in her heart for the things that Bethany had made her do at the strip club the night before. Forcing her to watch women debase themselves before horny men was bad enough, but making her kiss Rebecca had been truly evil.
She looked over at the alarm clock and let out a sigh. Sunday church service was nearly over. It was the first time she’d missed it in over ten years. She was going to miss Sunday dinner too, which she loved almost as much as going to church. Not that there would ever be another Sunday dinner, now that her parents were being corrupted by their eldest daughter. There had to be a way to stop her sister before she destroyed their whole family.
As if on cue, Bethany burst into the room. She had a pack of cigarettes in her hand and a lit one dangling from her mouth.
“You agreed not to smoke in here,” Heather snapped.
“Tough shit.” She sat on the bed next to Heather. “I’ve decided to let you off the hook. I had something truly devilish planned for you, but the part of me that was your sister is having second thoughts. If you’ll voluntarily do two things for me I’ll let you go home right away.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Bethany held out the pack in her hand. “Smoke a cigarette.”
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Heather's story part 3
Heather’s story part 3
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up disoriented, unsure at first where she was or even what day it was. She was in a large, pink bedroom and there were sounds of water hitting tile coming from a door on the other side of the room. When she spotted Mr. Whiskers snoozing on a desk next to a pink laptop, the events of the previous day came back to her, as did her dream.
She wasn’t sure if dream was the right word--nightmare, vision, unlocked memory--she wasn’t quite sure which fit best. It had been too weird to be memory, but too lifelike to be a dream. Either way, dream or memory, it was definitely a nightmare. Vicky and Rebecca were now strippers? It was too absurd to be true. There was no way they’d be caught dead in a strip club, let alone dance naked in front of a bunch of perverts. Her sister, Bethany, now had magical mental powers? There was no such thing as magic, but it would go a long way to explain her mom’s changes, the smoking and visits to a hair salon. Plus, Rebecca wasn’t gay, they hadn’t kissed and Heather hadn’t enjoyed it. It was all a lie, it had to be, and just thinking about it gave her a headache.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Abigail said when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and her body was wrapped in a robe nearly as fluffy as her cat. Her legs and face shined from recent application of moisturize. “How do you feel? I bet that you’re tired. You tossed and turned all night long.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up disoriented, unsure at first where she was or even what day it was. She was in a large, pink bedroom and there were sounds of water hitting tile coming from a door on the other side of the room. When she spotted Mr. Whiskers snoozing on a desk next to a pink laptop, the events of the previous day came back to her, as did her dream.
She wasn’t sure if dream was the right word--nightmare, vision, unlocked memory--she wasn’t quite sure which fit best. It had been too weird to be memory, but too lifelike to be a dream. Either way, dream or memory, it was definitely a nightmare. Vicky and Rebecca were now strippers? It was too absurd to be true. There was no way they’d be caught dead in a strip club, let alone dance naked in front of a bunch of perverts. Her sister, Bethany, now had magical mental powers? There was no such thing as magic, but it would go a long way to explain her mom’s changes, the smoking and visits to a hair salon. Plus, Rebecca wasn’t gay, they hadn’t kissed and Heather hadn’t enjoyed it. It was all a lie, it had to be, and just thinking about it gave her a headache.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Abigail said when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and her body was wrapped in a robe nearly as fluffy as her cat. Her legs and face shined from recent application of moisturize. “How do you feel? I bet that you’re tired. You tossed and turned all night long.”
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Heather's story part 2
Heather’s story part 2
By Varian Milagro
Heather sat in her car, staring at the house her sister, Elizabeth, shared with 2 other girls, all three of them freshmen at the University of Wyoming. She debated with herself whether to go inside as her mother had demanded or just go home. She did not like either option. The Ten Commandments said quite clearly, “honor your father and mother”. And yet she didn’t much like the idea of visiting her sister either.
There was something seriously strange going on with that girl and she blamed her for their mother’s weird behavior of late. Elizabeth had been a fairly decent older sister up until three weeks ago, when she started going bad. Becky, her friend and one of Elizabeth’s roommates, had caught Elizabeth smoking and then sleeping with a boy named Paul. Heather had told her parents, of course. It was the right thing to do. They’d flipped out and cut off Elizabeth’s financial support as punishment. Shortly after that their mother started smoking and generally acting weird. She had no idea why her mom thought it so important that she visit Elizabeth today.
By Varian Milagro
Heather sat in her car, staring at the house her sister, Elizabeth, shared with 2 other girls, all three of them freshmen at the University of Wyoming. She debated with herself whether to go inside as her mother had demanded or just go home. She did not like either option. The Ten Commandments said quite clearly, “honor your father and mother”. And yet she didn’t much like the idea of visiting her sister either.
There was something seriously strange going on with that girl and she blamed her for their mother’s weird behavior of late. Elizabeth had been a fairly decent older sister up until three weeks ago, when she started going bad. Becky, her friend and one of Elizabeth’s roommates, had caught Elizabeth smoking and then sleeping with a boy named Paul. Heather had told her parents, of course. It was the right thing to do. They’d flipped out and cut off Elizabeth’s financial support as punishment. Shortly after that their mother started smoking and generally acting weird. She had no idea why her mom thought it so important that she visit Elizabeth today.
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Heather's story
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 1
Heather banged on the door, desperate to get inside. She whipped her head around, her long auburn hair flinging about her face. The sensation of being watched pecked at her brain and slithered down along her spine. It was accompanied with a dread that at any moment she’d be snatched up and subjected to unimaginable horrors. She needed to get indoors immediately and it had to be this house. Her own home wouldn’t do, nor would the church. Something told her that she’d only be safe here.
It made some kind of sense. This was the home of Abigail Smith, her best friend since forever. She’d been here thousands of times over the years and it had always been a place of peace and comfort. The whole neighborhood was quiet and peaceful normally. She turned and quickly scanned the area. It still looked the same. Large upscale houses with professionally landscaped yards. A place of tranquility. Yet today a sinister presence seemed to linger just out of sight.
Just twenty minutes ago she’d been determined to drive straight to Grace church to see Pastor William. She remembered that she’d been standing outside Boxcar, a roadside diner halfway between Laramie and Cheyenne and she’d had something incredibly important to tell him. It’d had something to do with her sister and her new friends.
As she’d run across the parking lot toward her car her memories faded. By the time she’d started the car she couldn’t remember why she’d want to see the pastor. She couldn’t even remember why she’d come to the diner in the first place. Had she even gone inside? She’d sat in the car for a several minutes with the engine idling as she’d tried to remember what had prompted the trip to the diner. Not only couldn’t she remember why she’d driven all the way out to the Boxcar, she couldn’t remember anything from the last 48 hours. It was a complete blank.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 1
Heather banged on the door, desperate to get inside. She whipped her head around, her long auburn hair flinging about her face. The sensation of being watched pecked at her brain and slithered down along her spine. It was accompanied with a dread that at any moment she’d be snatched up and subjected to unimaginable horrors. She needed to get indoors immediately and it had to be this house. Her own home wouldn’t do, nor would the church. Something told her that she’d only be safe here.
It made some kind of sense. This was the home of Abigail Smith, her best friend since forever. She’d been here thousands of times over the years and it had always been a place of peace and comfort. The whole neighborhood was quiet and peaceful normally. She turned and quickly scanned the area. It still looked the same. Large upscale houses with professionally landscaped yards. A place of tranquility. Yet today a sinister presence seemed to linger just out of sight.
Just twenty minutes ago she’d been determined to drive straight to Grace church to see Pastor William. She remembered that she’d been standing outside Boxcar, a roadside diner halfway between Laramie and Cheyenne and she’d had something incredibly important to tell him. It’d had something to do with her sister and her new friends.
As she’d run across the parking lot toward her car her memories faded. By the time she’d started the car she couldn’t remember why she’d want to see the pastor. She couldn’t even remember why she’d come to the diner in the first place. Had she even gone inside? She’d sat in the car for a several minutes with the engine idling as she’d tried to remember what had prompted the trip to the diner. Not only couldn’t she remember why she’d driven all the way out to the Boxcar, she couldn’t remember anything from the last 48 hours. It was a complete blank.
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Story on its way!
I've decided to start posting the third story in the Bethany series starting tomorrow, if things go smoothly. While the whole story has been written (and rewritten) for some time, I've been wanting to do one last revision before I post it. The thing is, the story is very large and I find the idea rather daunting. I'm hoping that posting it in parts will make it easier on me.
I normally do not like posting stories until they are completely finished for a couple of reasons. One is that I'm afraid that something will come up and I won't finish the story, like The Road Trip. The other is that the beginning of the story is quite often completely rewritten once I finish the story.
The story has gone through a rewrite already, so I am fairly comfortable that the beginning is how I want it. If I wait until the story is completely finished I'm afraid that I'll never get it done, or that I'll just keep rewriting it forever.
After I post the first part I'll start revising the next and then post it, and then so on. There are something like 17 parts in total.
I'm still working on a title.
I normally do not like posting stories until they are completely finished for a couple of reasons. One is that I'm afraid that something will come up and I won't finish the story, like The Road Trip. The other is that the beginning of the story is quite often completely rewritten once I finish the story.
The story has gone through a rewrite already, so I am fairly comfortable that the beginning is how I want it. If I wait until the story is completely finished I'm afraid that I'll never get it done, or that I'll just keep rewriting it forever.
After I post the first part I'll start revising the next and then post it, and then so on. There are something like 17 parts in total.
I'm still working on a title.
Friday, October 30, 2015
Heather update
I know that there are fans of the "Bethany" stories that are eager to read about Bethany's sister, Heather. I'd hoped to have the story done by Halloween, but it will not be done in time. I really don't know when it will be done. I am close to finishing my revision of the story, but there are a few other steps to complete and due to the stories size they will take some time--Heather's story is currently three times the size of The Birth of Bethany.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Story: Bethany's Mom Smokes for Her Man
Bethany’s Mom Smokes for Her Man
By Varian Milagro
Beverly was pondering her eldest daughter while preparing dinner when her life changed. She'd just been wondering where she had gone wrong, how her eldest daughter, Elizabeth, could not only try smoking, but also have sexual relations with her boyfriend, when her daughter burst into the house.
"Oh, Mommy Dearest."
Beverly could not believe her eyes as Elizabeth stormed into the kitchen. Not only did she have a lit cigarette in her mouth, but she was dressed up as a street walker. Makeup was plastered all over her face, large hoop earrings hung from her ears, and she was wearing a dress that barely covered her hips or her breasts. "What..." was all Beverly could manage.
“Silence!” Her daughter ordered before she blew smoke into Beverly’s face. “Listen to me and learn your new fate. From now on, besides caring for Jimmy and Donna, your primary concern will be pleasing your husband. You will yearn to bring him to orgasm; it will dominate your thoughts. You will consider yourself an abject failure if you cannot bring your man to climax nightly. The thing is you will soon find that he will have a new smoking fetish. He will only be able to cum if you are smoking seductively for him.” She tossed Beverly a pack of cigarettes. “Better get acquainted with these, Daddy will be home soon.”
As soon as her daughter left the house Beverly sat in a chair and began to cry. That her own daughter would speak to her in such a vile manner devastated her. As the tears slowed she looked at the package of cigarettes that Elizabeth had thrown at her. She stood, walked across the kitchen and dropped the package into the trash. Beverly wondered what had become of the sweet, modest girl she had raised. The Elizabeth she knew would never wear such clothes. Before this week, wearing studs in her ears or a small amount of lip gloss was her daughter’s way of rebelling. Her daughter had taken a purity pledge in her early teens and it had been so important to her. The girl who just stormed out of her house in stripper heels looked like there was nothing pure about her.
Beverly glanced at the clock. She wanted to call her husband, Benjamin, to tell him about the incident with their daughter, but he would be home in less than a half hour so she decided to wait and talk to him face to face. She turned her attention back to preparing a meal for her husband and the remaining children that still respected their parents.
By Varian Milagro
Beverly was pondering her eldest daughter while preparing dinner when her life changed. She'd just been wondering where she had gone wrong, how her eldest daughter, Elizabeth, could not only try smoking, but also have sexual relations with her boyfriend, when her daughter burst into the house.
"Oh, Mommy Dearest."
Beverly could not believe her eyes as Elizabeth stormed into the kitchen. Not only did she have a lit cigarette in her mouth, but she was dressed up as a street walker. Makeup was plastered all over her face, large hoop earrings hung from her ears, and she was wearing a dress that barely covered her hips or her breasts. "What..." was all Beverly could manage.
“Silence!” Her daughter ordered before she blew smoke into Beverly’s face. “Listen to me and learn your new fate. From now on, besides caring for Jimmy and Donna, your primary concern will be pleasing your husband. You will yearn to bring him to orgasm; it will dominate your thoughts. You will consider yourself an abject failure if you cannot bring your man to climax nightly. The thing is you will soon find that he will have a new smoking fetish. He will only be able to cum if you are smoking seductively for him.” She tossed Beverly a pack of cigarettes. “Better get acquainted with these, Daddy will be home soon.”
As soon as her daughter left the house Beverly sat in a chair and began to cry. That her own daughter would speak to her in such a vile manner devastated her. As the tears slowed she looked at the package of cigarettes that Elizabeth had thrown at her. She stood, walked across the kitchen and dropped the package into the trash. Beverly wondered what had become of the sweet, modest girl she had raised. The Elizabeth she knew would never wear such clothes. Before this week, wearing studs in her ears or a small amount of lip gloss was her daughter’s way of rebelling. Her daughter had taken a purity pledge in her early teens and it had been so important to her. The girl who just stormed out of her house in stripper heels looked like there was nothing pure about her.
Beverly glanced at the clock. She wanted to call her husband, Benjamin, to tell him about the incident with their daughter, but he would be home in less than a half hour so she decided to wait and talk to him face to face. She turned her attention back to preparing a meal for her husband and the remaining children that still respected their parents.
Story: The Birth of Bethany
The Birth of Bethany
By Varian Milagro
“Thank you for agreeing to watch Billy tonight,” Nathan Wilson said. “We had a different sitter lined up, but she had to cancel at the last minute.” Nathan drew deep on his cigarette and exhaled smoke across the family room of his large upscale home.
“It’s really no problem Mr. Wilson,” Elizabeth Drake replied. She tried to hide her disgust for his filthy habit, along with her disdain for subjecting his three year old son to the toxic fumes.
Elizabeth was an ardent non-smoker as was her entire family. If it weren’t for the money she would not step foot inside the Wilson’s house, but they paid very well and she had to make rent. Nineteen year old Elizabeth shared a house near the local University with a couple other co-eds. She was working on her first year of a sociology degree and while her parents paid for school they would not help with rent, not when she ‘had a perfectly good room at home’. Elizabeth found that babysitting worked very well with college; it allowed her to pick her own schedule and it quite often allowed her to study on the job.
“We should be back by 10pm,” said Nathan as smoke poured from his mouth. “There are emergency numbers on the refrigerator along with our cell numbers. Please do not hesitate to call if you need anything.”
“Thank you Mr. Wilson. I’m sure there won’t be any problems, but if there is I’ll let you know right away.” She wondered if Mr. Wilson knew how ridiculous he looked when he smoked. Besides the smell, there was the health hazard that cigarettes inflicted not only upon the smoker, but all those around them. Elizabeth considered Mr. Wilson a handsome and successful man and looked dashing in his expensive suit, but when he smoked it was as if he was saying ‘I don’t care about myself or those around me’. She found that ridiculous.
“Billy’s bedtime is at seven-thirty,” Mary Wilson said as she entered the family room. Her wavy auburn hair fell to the top of her breasts which were on full display. The tiny, red, strapless cocktail dress, which barely covered her panties, was so tight it caused Elizabeth to wonder how the woman breathed. Mary wore a pair of strappy, silver heels which appeared to be over four inches tall. Her makeup was sultry and dramatic and her silver jewelry was abundant and expensive. And, of course, she had a cigarette in her hand.
“I’ll make sure he is to bed on time, Mrs. Wilson,” Elizabeth replied.
By Varian Milagro
“Thank you for agreeing to watch Billy tonight,” Nathan Wilson said. “We had a different sitter lined up, but she had to cancel at the last minute.” Nathan drew deep on his cigarette and exhaled smoke across the family room of his large upscale home.
“It’s really no problem Mr. Wilson,” Elizabeth Drake replied. She tried to hide her disgust for his filthy habit, along with her disdain for subjecting his three year old son to the toxic fumes.
Elizabeth was an ardent non-smoker as was her entire family. If it weren’t for the money she would not step foot inside the Wilson’s house, but they paid very well and she had to make rent. Nineteen year old Elizabeth shared a house near the local University with a couple other co-eds. She was working on her first year of a sociology degree and while her parents paid for school they would not help with rent, not when she ‘had a perfectly good room at home’. Elizabeth found that babysitting worked very well with college; it allowed her to pick her own schedule and it quite often allowed her to study on the job.
“We should be back by 10pm,” said Nathan as smoke poured from his mouth. “There are emergency numbers on the refrigerator along with our cell numbers. Please do not hesitate to call if you need anything.”
“Thank you Mr. Wilson. I’m sure there won’t be any problems, but if there is I’ll let you know right away.” She wondered if Mr. Wilson knew how ridiculous he looked when he smoked. Besides the smell, there was the health hazard that cigarettes inflicted not only upon the smoker, but all those around them. Elizabeth considered Mr. Wilson a handsome and successful man and looked dashing in his expensive suit, but when he smoked it was as if he was saying ‘I don’t care about myself or those around me’. She found that ridiculous.
“Billy’s bedtime is at seven-thirty,” Mary Wilson said as she entered the family room. Her wavy auburn hair fell to the top of her breasts which were on full display. The tiny, red, strapless cocktail dress, which barely covered her panties, was so tight it caused Elizabeth to wonder how the woman breathed. Mary wore a pair of strappy, silver heels which appeared to be over four inches tall. Her makeup was sultry and dramatic and her silver jewelry was abundant and expensive. And, of course, she had a cigarette in her hand.
“I’ll make sure he is to bed on time, Mrs. Wilson,” Elizabeth replied.
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