Spray for Trouble: Chapter 4
By: Firingwall
Trevor led the two women back into the theater lobby, heading straight to where an older woman was standing. She was wearing a similar employee tag as Trevor, the name on it reading, “Dorothy”. She appeared to be in her forties and rather heavy, curiously eyeing them as they approached.
Trevor spoke to her, “Miss Kale. This is my sister and her friend. They want to take a look around at some of the backend stuff.”
“Don’t worry!” Tina spoke up, interjecting herself into the conversation, “We’re just curious about seeing the projection room and how it works. My friend is really curious to see it as well!”
Dorothy casually eyed up the two young women, Emma fidgeting and glancing at the ground. The young woman thought, there’s no way she’s going to let us do this.
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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.”
Saturday, May 21, 2016
The Road Trip - Part 6
Thank you to everyone who voted in the latest polls. I really appreciate it. Here are the results from the main poll.
8% - Sleep the day away
14% - Blow Maria
16% - Disturb Barry
18% - Make Tracey eat a dog treat
42% - Persuade Enid to smoke.
I decided to incorporate more than one option into this chapter. The winning option has the main focus of the story, but I decided to include a couple of the runner ups as well.
If you're new to this story, you can read all the preceding parts here: The Road Trip
The Road Trip - Part 006
Susan’s head throbbed thanks to Andrea’s second hand smoke and all of her own rubbernecking. She’d been trying to catch as many glimpses of Enid’s new luscious body without running off the road again.
“Do you mind driving?” Susan asked Maria.
“I’d rather not.” Maria blew on her fingernails. “I want to paint my toenails next.”
Susan’s first impulse was to tell Maria to paint his damn toenails later; an attentive driver was much more important than the color of his nails. Yet, she liked seeing him with long, painted fingernails. It kind of turned her on. She wanted to see him with painted toenails, too.
8% - Sleep the day away
14% - Blow Maria
16% - Disturb Barry
18% - Make Tracey eat a dog treat
42% - Persuade Enid to smoke.
I decided to incorporate more than one option into this chapter. The winning option has the main focus of the story, but I decided to include a couple of the runner ups as well.
If you're new to this story, you can read all the preceding parts here: The Road Trip
The Road Trip - Part 006
Susan’s head throbbed thanks to Andrea’s second hand smoke and all of her own rubbernecking. She’d been trying to catch as many glimpses of Enid’s new luscious body without running off the road again.
“Do you mind driving?” Susan asked Maria.
“I’d rather not.” Maria blew on her fingernails. “I want to paint my toenails next.”
Susan’s first impulse was to tell Maria to paint his damn toenails later; an attentive driver was much more important than the color of his nails. Yet, she liked seeing him with long, painted fingernails. It kind of turned her on. She wanted to see him with painted toenails, too.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
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.
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.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Interactive story - part 4
I was pleased to see that more people voted this last week. Thank you to those of you who did. I find it encouraging when you take an active part.
Here are the results from last week:
2% - Something else
8% - A petting zoo
13% - A political rally
24% - The circus
50% - A friend's wedding
Barry and crew are headed to a wedding! I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of mischief Barry can get into there. If you voted for the circus or the political rally don't worry. There is a strong chance that Barry will make a stop at these locations eventually.
The Road Trip - part 004
“I’d like to go to Chloe’s wedding,” Andrea said. “She’s getting married on Saturday.”
“I love weddings! They’re so full of potential. ” Barry said. “Where is it?”
“It’s on Whidbey Island in Washington State. I was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but my mom wanted to take the long way to Yale.”
Here are the results from last week:
2% - Something else
8% - A petting zoo
13% - A political rally
24% - The circus
50% - A friend's wedding
Barry and crew are headed to a wedding! I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of mischief Barry can get into there. If you voted for the circus or the political rally don't worry. There is a strong chance that Barry will make a stop at these locations eventually.
The Road Trip - part 004
“I’d like to go to Chloe’s wedding,” Andrea said. “She’s getting married on Saturday.”
“I love weddings! They’re so full of potential. ” Barry said. “Where is it?”
“It’s on Whidbey Island in Washington State. I was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but my mom wanted to take the long way to Yale.”
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Interactive story - part 2
The votes are in! Here are the results:
2% - Her fingernails thicken, looking more like claws.
3% - Hello Kitty is painted on each nail.
10% - Andrea’s fingernails turn bright pink as gold bracelets appear on her wrists.
32% - Her fingernails turn blood red as tattoos materialize on her fingers, just below the knuckles, spelling out, “Fuck Off!”
48% - Her fingernails paint themselves black.
Don't worry if your favorite option didn't win. I'll be hitting all of these types of TFs and more as the story progresses.
The Road Trip - part 002
Andrea shuddered as a surge of pleasure rolled down through her abdomen, her legs quivering as her fingernails turned black before her eyes. She struggled to control her breathing and resist the urge to touch herself. And this was only the beginning. It was going to get much worse if she didn’t get her mother and sister back to the RV immediately.
2% - Her fingernails thicken, looking more like claws.
3% - Hello Kitty is painted on each nail.
10% - Andrea’s fingernails turn bright pink as gold bracelets appear on her wrists.
32% - Her fingernails turn blood red as tattoos materialize on her fingers, just below the knuckles, spelling out, “Fuck Off!”
48% - Her fingernails paint themselves black.
Don't worry if your favorite option didn't win. I'll be hitting all of these types of TFs and more as the story progresses.
The Road Trip - part 002
Andrea shuddered as a surge of pleasure rolled down through her abdomen, her legs quivering as her fingernails turned black before her eyes. She struggled to control her breathing and resist the urge to touch herself. And this was only the beginning. It was going to get much worse if she didn’t get her mother and sister back to the RV immediately.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Story Recommendation: Paint it Black
Today's story recommendation regards an entitled rich girly girl being changed into a goth lesbian. It is Paint it Black by Jukebox. Great induction scene. Jukebox is a great writer and has many other fine stories.
If you like it please let the author know.
Varian
If you like it please let the author know.
Varian
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