Accidental Werewolf

February 29, 2020

Prologue

The pale girl’s eyes widened at the sight of the thick, hot pink dildo. It must have been twice the size of the last one she used. That one had been pretty nice, but not ... enough. It had left her feeling somewhat less than full. As she tried to wrap her hands around her new toy’s girth, she thought maybe this one would be able to satisfy her. With her parents out for dinner, there would be no need to hold back.

She lay back in her bed on a towel she knew would need to be washed very soon. She gripped the dildo with both hands, placing it at her entrance. It touched her folds and she felt an electric spark. It was so wide. Too wide, maybe.

She rubbed the cock up and down on her slit, getting it wet. Her nipples were stiff points in her nightshirt. Her eyes closed and her head tipped back, imagining that a man owning this huge cock was ready to ravage her. Her jaw slackened and she let out a low moan.

The girl pushed, her thighs opening wide. There was an intense stretching sensation as the head of the dildo, slick with her juices, began to spread her lips wide. As she pushed the feeling only intensified, as if she would be stretched apart forever. As if it might tear her in half. And just as she thought the cock couldn’t possibly fit, she would have to stop—

The head of it slipped in, and her pussy lips clamped around it, trapping it inside. Her mouth formed something like a smile, but the constant buzz of pleasure from the giant cock-head in her cunt took control. She was already close. She waited, not wanting to rush, not wanting to hurt herself, leaving her legs spread lewdly with most of the dildo’s length still outside her body.

After a moment, she continued pushing the dildo into her pussy, feeling it as it pushed her from within. After every little bit, she pulled the dildo back out to the head and slid it back in again, fucking herself slowly, pushing it deeper and deeper each time. Soon she met resistance, far up inside her.

And she came. And came, and came, and came, slickening the dildo even more, and now she could slide it in and out of her pussy, fucking herself with the giant pink cock into herself with long strokes, not too fast while she was coming, coming. As her orgasm subsided the strokes became shorter and faster, until she was pounding the dildo into her cunt, feeling it fill her up, feeling every inch of it stretching her. The girl wished she could see herself with the giant cock pounding into her, wished she could see the man that would be attached to such a cock, how strong he would have to be, and she came again.

This time the orgasm was so huge that she lost the use of her hands, and she just let the feeling wash over her as her body shook and she let out a scream. It went on and on, pulsing through her, the dildo hanging from her stretched pussy, jerking around as her muscles tightened inside.

And then it was over and the pulses faded, and she gently removed the dildo from her pussy, straining to get the head out from her lips’ grasp. The towel was nearly ruined. She breathed deeply, enjoying the afterglow. As even that subsided, she gingerly sat up in her bed and looked down at the thick, pink dildo, dripping with her cum.

Maybe if it was a little longer...

Chapter 1

Cameron had always been a little small for his age. He was no dwarf, but any of his father’s dreams of raising a star quarterback were futile. As a child this had only been an inconvenience, but now, in his third year of high school, he was still scrawny and it was screwing up his love life. Or at least his attempts at one.

Maybe there were girls who would have gone out with him, but he couldn’t stay in his own league. He’d asked out Holly Light, the head cheerleader. Her eyes got big with surprise and politely explained that she was already going out with Randall Scott. He, naturally, was the star quarterback. And he’d tried to see a movie with Jessica Redstone, the lacrosse babe, and she said yes, but he could tell she was just being nice. She gave him a total friend-zone peck on the cheek after the movie and that had been that.

Recently, Cameron had been after Beth Silva, trying to arrange a time when they could see a play together. But for one reason or another, Beth would always be busy, or have something else planned. Cameron wished, for once, someone would just tell him “no” to his face. He thought he had seen some of Beth’s friends giggling when they saw him approaching her the last time.

Maybe he should have dated someone more in his range, but that would have meant going for one of the band geeks or one of the goths. They were all right to hang out with, in fact he used to be friends with them in middle school, but he wanted to date girls he wanted to bang, and Cameron wanted to bang babes.

Images from today’s encounter with Beth were in his mind as he walked home from school. The cool April air nipped at him with little bites. Her friends turning away a little as he got near, like they didn’t want to look at him! Her look of steely resolve, as if she had planned the conversation already and just wanted to get through the script.

“If only I was more muscular,” he thought. That was never going to happen. Guys like Cameron didn’t go to the gym. His dad had signed him up for a local gym at the beginning of the school year, but he just couldn’t stand spending an hour every other day in a stinky place lifting things up and down. What a waste of time. Cameron was so lost in his own misery he didn’t even see where he was going.

“OOF!” said a fat man as Cameron ran flat into him. “Watch it, shrimp!”

“You watch it, wide-load!” he spat back.

Cameron bent down to pick up his math book. As he recomposed himself, he looked around as if seeing the street for the first time. He had walked home this way a hundred times, but he had never noticed that there was a doorway between two storefronts that led to a store on the second floor. He always wondered what retailer would buy space on anything but the first floor of a building. After all, how many stores does anyone go to that are on the second floor?

“Magick Within Reach,” read the stenciled letters on the window. Below the words was an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of bright green paper with words hastily written in sharpie reading, “Want to get ready for summer but don’t have time for the gym? Come see us! Weight-loss / exercise products half off!”

At first, Cameron didn’t think that the paper sign went with the magic store. After all, a store named “Magick Within Reach” was probably a hangout for LARPers and 12 year-olds wanting boxes of tricks, and weight-loss products were usually found in GNC nutrition centers. But there was no other tenant listed on the door.

A sudden gust of wind sliced at him, and without thinking Cameron stepped in the door. It was warm, an old steam radiator clanging cheerfully at the bottom of the staircase. He looked up the stairs, then looked outside. It had started to rain.

Well, he did want to get in shape for the summer. But what could a store with a name like that offer? Taking one last look at the steady rain outside, Cameron turned back around, and climbed up the stairs.

* * *

The door in the hallway at the top of the stairs was wooden, dark and heavy-looking. It didn’t seem to match the vinyl tiles and greenish fluorescent light of the hallway at all. An ornate etched sign on the door repeated the name of the store from below, “Magick Within Reach.” Cameron leaned toward the handle and pushed. It weighed a ton. He opened the door enough to allow him and his backpack in, then let it slam shut.

The interior of the store matched the door much better than the hallway had. It was lined all in dark, splintery wood, except for the floor which was worn smooth with age. The place was full of clutter, with shelves and cases everywhere holding knickknacks of all sorts. Some shelves were stuffed with heavy leather-bound books. Others were packed with variously sized unlabeled bottles filled with strange liquids. Here and there were small brass instruments, little iron sculptures with no discernible purpose, and even a case of jewelry.

Despite the clutter, there was very little dust anywhere. Although some of the bottles were cloudy with age, the air was clear, if a bit stuffy.

“Ah, hello young man!” came a voice from somewhere out of sight beyond a bookshelf to the left. An old man in an apron and carrying a feather duster appeared. He had a large nose and little tufts of white hair. He wore a number of pendants and rings, which jangled sweetly. A small pair pince-nez glasses perched comfortably on the nose without fear of falling off. He gave Cameron a brief but cagey once-over.

“Here for the half-off special, I presume?” he asked encouragingly. Seeing Cameron’s hurt look, he put up his hands in defense. “No offense meant, of course, I just assumed between the nasty spill I saw you take outside and your, ah, difficulty with the door, perhaps you saw my new sign.”

“Oh screw you grandpa—I might be in here for, I dunno, a game of D&D or something for all you know!”

“D&—? Well I apologize, I meant nothing by it. My mother always said I should learn to keep my mouth shut. As you can see, I still have a ways to go on that one!”

“You know what, I knew this was a waste of time,” and he turned to leave.

“But Cameron, I think I can help you.” Cameron stopped, and turned cautiously.

“I didn’t tell you my name.”

“No, but this is a shop that specializes in magic, and among other things we sell this small pendant of identification for only $59.95... It’s a very good deal.” The old man was holding up a small hunk of amber on a chain.

“You’re joking.”

“No joke! Here, try it on—free sample!” The old man took the chain off his neck and held it out to Cameron. He took it gingerly.

“This is a lower-end model, it simply gives you names, but for just another hundred dollars we have one that will also get you anyone’s address and phone number. Great for a night on the town, know what I mean?” The old man smiled brightly.

Cameron, in a trance-like state, put his math book down on a nearby shelf and put the pendant on his neck. The man’s name was Benedict Fudgepacker.

“—Fudgepacker???”

The old man grinned from ear to ear. “Ah, no of course not. But, what would a spell be without a counter-spell? I’m wearing our ruby ring of dis-identification—only $74.95. Perfect when you wish to remain unknown amongst those you dislike. But please, call me Ben.” He kept smiling.

Cameron clumsily removed the pendant and handed it back to Ben, still in shock. It had worked. He wouldn’t have believed it, but the name had simply popped into his head. And he hadn’t even said the first name which—Ben, he now knew—had offered to him. It couldn’t be a trick. Cameron’s backpack started feeling heavy and he was feeling queasy.

“Now, young man, I think I can help you, but I need to know exactly what you want.”

“Well, uh,” Cameron stammered.

“I can assure you, we here at Magick Within Reach keep our customers in strictest confidence. We couldn’t do such good repeat business if we didn’t. My highest desire is to make your desires reality.” There was a twinkle in Ben’s eye now.

Cameron had a feeling Ben knew exactly what Cameron wanted, that he could peer into his head with one of his many magical pendants and rings. This didn’t make him afraid, however. If Ben knew what he was thinking, he had nothing to hide now. Better to just tell him.

“I’d like to be larger, more muscular.” He said it quickly, giving voice to thoughts he had never uttered aloud. “More attractive to women.”

Old Ben smiled. “And who wouldn’t! Which is why I’m here. I think I have just the thing.” He shuffled off, the sound of jingling getting softer. Cameron stared at the floor. He put down his heavy backpack. How could this work? It was getting dark, he needed to get home and get working on his history paper.

A shuffling and jingling sound brought him back to reality.

“I think you’ll find that this will have the effect you’re looking for,” said Ben, and he held up an orange prescription bottle full of blue pills.

“Ew, what is that, your Viagra stash?” Cameron’s face screwed up in disgust. He knew this was a bad idea.

“Young mister Cameron, you really have an attitude problem, you know? One day you’ll discover that your first instinct is not necessarily correct. Now I could have given you this spell in the form of a potion, but I don’t think a musty bottle of liquid would blend in well with the belongings of a young man such as yourself, mm?” Old Ben narrowed his eyes shrewdly. He had a point.

“Take one of these per day, and take it for the number of days equal to how much heavier you wish to be. You won’t just gain weight, you’ll add muscle and height in proportion. Furthermore, you will find the ladies more interested in you than normal, even aside from the simple change in physique. The people around you will not be surprised by the sudden change, however, but will believe you’ve been working out for a while.”

Cameron looked at the bottle. “What if I take them all at once?”

Ben frowned slightly. “It’s not advisable. You’ll grow twice as fast, but the part of the spell keeping others believing the growth is normal won’t keep up. You’ll be answering a lot of ugly questions and getting kicked out of sports programs, I imagine.”

Now Cameron frowned too. It sounded like taking them once a day wouldn’t be so bad. If he took the pills for two months, that would be enough to get as large as he wanted to be.

“How much?” he asked.

Old Ben looked at him closely. “$600.”

“So with half-off that’s 300$?”

The old man grimaced. “That is the sale price.“

“Six hundred dollars??” Cameron nearly yelled. “I’m in high school, I don’t have that kind of money! How is that ‘within reach’??”

“Yes, well, I’m sorry mister Cameron, but this is very special stuff. It’s safe, it’s effective. Your people’s prescription drugs have been known to cost ten times that.”

Cameron was getting desperate. Here was his ticket out of his crappy social life being dangled in front of him, and the old bat was snatching it away.

“I just can’t get that kind of money... Can’t I get half the pills for 250$? That’s all I have saved up.”

Old Ben remained firm. “I’m sorry, young man, but the number of pills does not drive the cost. If you like, I have a slightly different formula...” He reached in one of his pockets.

Cameron rolled his eyes. He should have seen this bait-and-switch coming.

Ben held out another prescription bottle. “These are fast-acting but short-lived. You take one pill for every 10 pounds you wish to gain, and you’ll achieve that in five minutes. The attraction effect is also magnified. It will only last for four hours, however.”

Cameron considered this. “That might be OK before every date...”

But Ben shook his head. “These are going to be too expensive and too dangerous for long-term use. But if you can show someone a good time once, you may find they will be willing to put up with your regular size on other occasions.”

Ben smiled as he saw Cameron grimace.

“Oh cheer up, you young people always think you’re uglier than you are. Now, these are typically 300$ for the bottle, but I’m willing to give them to you for the 250$ you say you have. I’m so confident you’ll like them, I’ll even give you four of them for free, right now, as a sort of trial run.” Ben opened the top of the bottle and shook out four small orange pills into his hand.

This might be worth it, he thought. If the pills really did what the old man said, he could take one before he asked Beth out, and then three on the actual date. That might be enough to get her to hook up with him more often.

“Deal,” he said. “but I can’t buy the full bottle until next week.”

Old Ben smiled widely, showing yellowing teeth. “Excellent. I do have to warn you, these pills are more unstable than the others. Do be careful.”

He took the four pills and dropped them into a third bottle and handed it to Cameron.

“Sure,” said Cameron, and he took the bottle and shoved it in his pocket. His mind racing, he almost forgot to grab his math book and bag on his way out. It was dark out now, but the rain had stopped. He pulled hard on the door, and left.

Ben smiled as Cameron left, furrowing his brow as the door slammed shut. He was glad he was able to come up with that story about the dis-identification ring. He’d have to look at the identification pendant and figure out why it was broadcasting silly last names. Magic could be so troublesome at times!

* * *

Cameron lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. If he hadn’t had the bottle of four pills on his desk, right there, he would have written off his experience that afternoon as a fever dream. But every time the logical part of his mind tried to argue that magic was impossible, he remembered the experience with the pendant. There was no other explanation for how he had suddenly known the old fart’s name, like he had known him for years. He had fastened the chain, and pop!—he knew.

If the pills were as real as the pendant, Cameron knew he should use them wisely. Any number of things could go wrong, so if he took them all at once there’d be a chance he couldn’t make use of them. It was going to cost a lot of money to get the next batch, so each pill had to be used carefully.

A plan began to take shape in his mind. He would take one pill toward the end of the school day and then ask Jessica out again. She had recently given him a pity-date, and if the pills truly made him more attractive then she would probably give him another chance. Then, right before their date, he would take the rest, inflicting himself with the maximum effect he could afford right now. He would dig in to his savings for a motel if it came to that. There’d still be enough for the full bottle next week.

It was a long time before he fell asleep, and all too soon before his alarm woke him up again.

Morning classes were torture. Cameron kept the bottle of pills in his pocket and couldn’t stop touching it, rolling it in his hand. If they worked, it meant the end of 17 long years of waiting and anticipation. He was going to take the first pill during lunchtime, but the clock was moving so slowly, the minute hand lurching forward reluctantly. He had half a mind to just take a bathroom break and take the pill, but he knew he shouldn’t. He wanted to make sure the change worked and that nobody noticed it, because the worst thing would be if he came back to class and everyone started asking questions. More than anything, he wanted to avoid a one-way trip to a medical lab or suspicions of steroid use.

No, he’d wait until lunchtime, scarf something down quickly, and then go to the bathroom on the basement floor. People rarely used that bathroom. It was out of the way and was a single toilet with a locking door, providing plenty of privacy. Then, depending on whether things went well or not, he could take the back stairs outside and go home until the effect wore off, or he could go back upstairs and catch Jessica before she got to her next class.

Finally the bell rang, and it was time. Cameron gathered up his things, hands shaking, and started toward the cafeteria. He didn’t make it far.

“Hey Cam,” said a voice behind him. He turned around to find Chelsea, one of his friends from middle school. She was nice and all, but since she had gotten to high school she’d turned goth and started hanging out with the stage crew guys. She had also started calling herself “Raven,” explaining that “Chelsea” was a boring name. Today she had Egyptian-style eye-liner on her powdered skin.

“I was wondering if, uh,” she hesitated.

“Hi Chels, sorry I can’t chat, I’m, uh, going to lunch.” Cameron didn’t have time for this. He started to turn back, but saw that Chelsea looked like she was about to cry.

“What, no time to spend with your old friends from middle school any more? Got better things to do and prettier girls to hit on?” she said, suddenly defensive.

Cameron was livid. He needed to eat his lunch so he’d have time to take the pill, and this chick was costing him time. Had she just stopped him in the hall to yell at him?

“What’s your deal Chelsea? I’m just busy now, maybe we can catch up later. I’m sorry.”

“That’s what you said last time. There’s never ‘later.’”

“What are you, my girlfriend?” Cameron was trying to keep from making a scene, but Chelsea was starting to piss him off. “I don’t have time for this shit right now. Go hang out with your stage crew nerds and have a good time. I gotta go.” He turned, and started walking away.

“Well fuck you very much, asshole!” she yelled, causing some heads to turn. Tears were in her eyes now, and the eyeliner was starting to run. She dabbed at it with her hand. “Now I have to reapply this goddamn makeup!” She stormed off, and Cameron continued on down the hall.

What was her problem? It’s not that he was avoiding her, they were just older now and she wasn’t really his type. Too flat.

He started down the stairwell. But instead of getting off at the first floor for the cafeteria, his feet kept going down to the basement level. It was better not to risk any more interruptions.

“Fuck it, let’s do this thing,” he thought to himself. “I’m not hungry anyway.” His mouth was dry, and he was breathing fast.

He reached the bathroom and went in, locking the door. It was dark, the only light coming from a single overhead fixture that buzzed and flickered. The floor was damp, but thankfully there was no bad smell. He put his backpack in the corner and then took the bottle out of his pocket and put it by the sink.

“I should probably strip, right?” he thought. “See what’s happening?”

But despite the locked door, he couldn’t bring himself to. He was only going to gain 10 pounds, so he wouldn’t be bursting out of his jeans or anything. Besides, it was still a school bathroom he was in, it wasn’t the most hygienic environment.

He opened the bottle and shook one pill into his hand. He checked his watch.

“The old bat said five minutes. Banzai...” he mumbled to himself.

He put it in his mouth, and swallowed.

At first, nothing. But of course there’s nothing right away. Then, a tight feeling in his gut, spreading slowly up and down.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”

He was having trouble keeping his balance. He was getting lightheaded and the room was starting to spin. He was getting thirsty. The tightness was spreading to his arms and legs. He looked at his hands, his arms, but couldn’t see any difference. He glanced at his watch. Only two minutes had gone by.

The tightening got worse, coming close to real pain. His limbs were hot, like they were sunburned. His mouth was bone dry. He was losing control of his muscles as they spasmed and seized. He staggered around the room, crashing into the wall. He hoped no one was around to hear. He struggled to keep his mouth closed, to not cry out in pain. He needed water, badly, but he couldn’t control his legs well enough to get himself over to the sink.

“Only one more minute, only one more minute,” Cameron reassured himself. The burning was getting worse. It was like touching a hot burner, but he couldn’t pull away. He squatted against the tiled wall, not trusting his legs to hold him up, twitching as... something... happened to him. Was this right? Was this how it was supposed to happen? If it wasn’t over very soon he was going to pass out. The pain increased more, and Cameron thought he was going to lose it.

And then it drifted away, the burning subsiding, his limbs loosening, his muscles calming. Cameron was gasping for air. He ran over to the sink and dunked his head under the faucet, drinking the tepid water.

“If ... that was... one pill,” he said, sputtering.

After catching his breath, he looked at his watch again. Five more minutes had passed since the pills finished. As he looked at his watch, though, he noticed the arm it was on. It looked good.

Cameron moved his arm away to get a better look. It wasn’t bulging through the long-sleeve shirt he had on, but there was definitely a muscle there. Definition. His breathing slowed.

Cameron flexed his arm. Then he flexed his other arm. He had actual biceps, not just thin spaghetti-arms. He lifted up his shirt.

He gasped—abs! Not a chiseled six-pack or anything, after all he had only taken one pill, but there once again was unmistakable definition of muscles. He took the whole shirt off, and look at himself in the dingy mirror.

He posed in front of the mirror, seeing what showed off his new form the best.

Looking down, he noticed his pants were noticeably short. He must be taller by at least an inch or two. From what he could see of his calves, his legs were much more solid too.

“I’ve gotta see,” he thought, and loosened his belt. He dropped his pants and began to admire himself. It didn’t take him long to notice the bulge in his underwear, and it wasn’t long before he knew the bulge was getting bigger.

He listened for a moment, just in case, and then dropped his underpants. His cock was definitely longer and thicker and was now throbbing its way to full hardness.

“Well why the fuck not?” he reasoned, and started stroking it, losing himself in the pleasant sensation. He watched himself in the mirror as he did, gazing at the athletic body in the mirror as it jacked itself off, seeing the muscles flex and move as he worked his cock. Pretty soon he came and blasted a thick jet of come into the sink.

He sighed, and quickly came back to reality. He needed to get moving if he wanted to see Jessica in the hallway. He threw his clothes back on, cleaned off the sink with a paper towel, put the pill bottle in his backpack, and turned to face the door.

Old Ben had said that people wouldn’t question his new look, but would they really? The pills had worked so far, but just in case, he’d have to stay near an exit in case he had to make a getaway. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

Cameron spent a while loitering in the stairwell, trying to see if anyone noticed him, but no one stopped or said a word. They all just passed by him. Cautiously he climbed the stairs, and stepped into the crowd.

Being in the hallways was a strange experience. Nobody pointed at him and said “what the fuck happened to you?!!", but people were treating him differently somehow. Freshmen moved to give him room. He even caught a couple girls checking him out. At first he had thought that they were treating him different because he had changed, but pretty soon he realized they were treating him different because he was smokin’ hot.

And he liked it.

Cameron began positively strutting up and down the hall, just soaking in the positive attention. Soon he spied a particular gaggle of girls with cleats and knee-high socks, and he knew he had found Jessica. She was facing away from him, her straight blond hair shining.

“Hey, Jessica, what’s up?” he asked.

She heard his voice and her shoulders slumped. She started turning to face him.

“Heyyyy Cam...” she began, and then she saw him. “Uh, hi! not much, you?”

She looked up and down at him, shamelessly checking him out. It was as if she wanted to remark on his appearance, but then her face changed. It looked like she remembered she always knew he looked like that. How could she forget what a stud Cameron was?

“Ah, nothin’, just worried about the bio test next week. Hey, I’ve got reservations for two at that new Japanese place, but my other date skipped out. You want to come?”

Jessica looked shocked that anyone would consider canceling a date with this hunk. Imagine! Her friends giggled, but it was a different giggle than Cameron was used to. It was a titillated giggle, embarrassed for themselves.

“Uh sure, of course! What, uh, time?”

He had never seen her so disarmed. “7 o’clock. I’ll pick you up again?”

“Yeah!”

“See ya then, bye girls!” and he turned to leave.

Jessica seemed to find her voice.

“Oh and Cam,” she said unsteadily. She paused as he looked over his shoulder. “About that bio test next week, I was worried about it to. Maybe we can study for it together.” At this her girlfriends nearly had a fit.

Cameron smiled, and went on to his next class. This was how girls were supposed to act when getting asked out!

The rest of the day flew past and Cameron felt on top of the world. Everywhere he went he felt eyes on him, but instead of feeling threatening or belittling, it felt good. He thought that the physical changes alone couldn’t account for everyone’s change in attitude. He looked better, but he was still not the biggest or strongest kid in school. A lot of the difference had to be due to the magic in the pill.

Magic pills. It was getting a whole lot easier to believe in magic, and Cameron thought of the many books and potions he had seen in the shop. Was there a potion to pass tough exams? A spell for playing the guitar? He was going to have to get a job so he could buy more magical items. He thought he understood now why the old man had had so much jewelry on him. Maybe he was a hundred years old, and those chains were all that kept him alive.

Cameron sat in his last class, Bio, thinking of all the spells he should ask Ben for. Slowly, he felt a change come over him. He was feeling loose, stretched. Sure enough, it had been four hours since he’d taken the first pill, and it was beginning to wear off. He started getting worried, and glanced around the classroom. Why hadn’t he thought to take a bathroom break? What if he started moaning and spasming all over the place?

But he didn’t. He just felt his muscles loosen and become less dense, as the previously well-sculpted shapes became flabby and formless. Soon he was back to his normal stature. He also thought he detected a slight change in the atmosphere of the room, and it was as if everyone in the room had been thinking about him, aware of him, and now they were not. He was, once again, the invisible shrimp.

In the hallways after class, it was back to normal. He had to push and shove to get through the crowds, and no one paid him a second thought. His frustration buzzed. Why did the long-lasting pills have to be so expensive? If only he could just win the lottery he could buy a lifetime supply.

Chapter 2

Later at home, his mother Janey noticed him looking dressed up for the evening.

“Going somewhere tonight?", she asked, peering down at him from the staircase.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. Moms. “Getting dinner with someone from school tonight.”

“’Someone?’ Well that’s great, Cam!” She beamed. “Is she hot?” Janey was always trying to be the cool mom. It was painful. Cameron rolled his eyes.

“It’s no big deal, just dinner.”

“Of course hun. Just be back by 11, I know how boys can lose track of time...”

“Mom, please!” Cameron said, exasperated.

“’Mom, please,’” she said, heading upstairs. “And really, that shirt is too big for you. I know your Aunt Susan got it for you but you don’t have to wear it. Girls notice these things!”

Cameron smiled inwardly. “I guess you’re right, I’ll change it before I go.” He had no intention of changing his shirt. His body, however...

He left the house at six, taking his old beater of a car. He had to stop somewhere private to take the last three pills. The only place he could think of was that basement bathroom at school. Nighttime community classes were held at the school all the time, so the doors would be open.

Sure enough, he got inside with no trouble and back into the dingy, flickering bathroom. He locked the door again. This time he was better prepared. He’d brought a large bottle of water, for one. He opened it and placed it by the sink. Then he took a breath and stripped off his clothes. With the school nearly empty he wasn’t worried about being bothered. He also put his watch by the sink. He looked in the mirror, grimacing. His short, doughy reflection grimaced back.

He opened the bottle of pills put them in his mouth, and swallowed them with some water. He quickly placed the bottle on the floor in the corner.

The change came on much quicker this time. He felt the tightness build in his gut and shoot up and down his limbs. His mouth was immediately dry. His limbs were burning and he was already starting to shake. Cameron lurched over to the sink and struggled with all his might to reach for the water to drink. He gulped, downing half the water. This calmed the burning somewhat but the shaking remained.

Without his clothing he could see what was happening to his body. His flesh was bubbling, as if a hundred snakes were slithering madly beneath the skin. Everywhere his muscles were growing, moving, stretching him in every direction. Underneath he could feel his bones growing to accommodate his new height and weight.

“Oh god, oh god...” he grunted. The burning was back and he drained the bottle of water. He would need more water next time, he still had two minutes to go.

His legs were going mad now, forcing him to his knees in the dank corner of the bathroom. He looked down, and saw his cock between his legs gyrating in all directions like a loose firehose as his body was wracked with spasms. Cameron’s attention was diverted again by a sudden pain in his lower back, like an extra muscle growing suddenly, and he bent double.

“Gaaaaahhhhh,” he moaned. It didn’t feel three times worse as last time, it was five times worse, ten times worse. The burning became pain, and he thought he might explode into a million pieces.

And then the bubbling stopped. His limbs calmed, and finally his breath slowed down. He ran back to the sink again and stuck his head under the faucet, drinking at least another liter of water. The burning finally subsided and he felt calm again.

He reached over to his watch and pressed a button on the side. A three and a half hour timer started counting down. Every minute was precious so he had to move quickly. First, though, he wanted to see how he looked. He took a step back from the mirror and took himself in.

He was a god. From the mirror stared a football player—no, a body-builder. Great round pecs topped a perfect set of abs. He was past six-pack, he could definitely see eight chiseled abs. His arms looked to be as big as his legs usually were, and the muscles he could see when he relax looked bigger than he had ever hoped for when flexing.

His thighs were gigantic, but he was most happy with the cock between them. It was long and thickly veined, already pulsing slowly.

“No time for that this time,” he mumbled. The deep voice that came from his throat surprised him. “Hello Jessica,” he said, testing it. It boomed in the small bathroom. “Want to have a good time?” He chuckled.

He pulled on his clothes, noting that even though he had picked out his largest relative-given items, they were still a tight fit. The shirt was difficult to button and it almost looked like he had chosen it to show off his pecs. He fit the watch on his wrist, struggling to make use of the biggest notch on the band.

He gathered up his things and headed back up the stairs to the exit.

“Hey good lookin’!” A voice called from behind him in the hallway. A plump, forty-ish woman was in the hall, apparently on a break from one of the night classes. “Ooh babe, if you’re looking for a good time you can just let me know! Mmm!”

Cameron ignored her and walked faster. How could she see him so well? The hallways were nearly dark at night, just a few lights on here or there. Yet she had come on to him from thirty feet away. He wondered just how strong the attractive force was.

He made it out to the car and drove off toward Jessica’s place. The extra driving had cost him time, he only had 3 hours left.

Jessica’s house revealed itself as he turned the corner, an old Victorian house with a large porch and a covered driveway. He noticed there were no cars in the driveway. He pulled up to the curb and stopped. He was getting short of breath again but it had nothing to do with physical effort.

“There’s no time for wimps tonight!", he thought to himself. He wanted to sit there and agonize but he had under three hours remaining and if he wanted any chance with Jess, he needed to get out of dinner in under an hour and a half. He forced himself to get out of the car and walked up to the front door.

He pushed the doorbell.

Jessica Redstone was upstairs in her room, studying. Her parents had gone out to a movie this evening and the big house was quiet. She was an only child and being an only child in such a big house could be lonely sometimes. Her parents had let her put her bedroom at the top of the house on the third floor where the rooms were fewer and smaller. It was almost like her own mini house on top of her parents’ house.

In one corner of her room were her room was her lacrosse gear: pads, sticks, cleats. Her bed, covered with stuffed animals, was under one of the eaves, the ceiling meeting the right-hand side. Posters of young hunks lined the walls. She was already dressed in her pink nightclothes despite the early hour, which could be why she wasn’t getting anything done. They were making her think of sleep and that was making her tired and unmotivated.

All evening Jess had felt like she was forgetting something, as if she was supposed to be doing something. She couldn’t, for the life of her, remember what it was.

The doorbell rang and she looked out the window, confused. From her desk she could see the street, and in front of her house was Cameron Barnes’ junky old car. Then it hit her.

“Oh, shit!” she gasped. Somehow he had convinced her to make a date tonight, and she had totally forgotten. She had promised herself to stop stringing him along, that it was a bad idea for both of them, but there she went again, being too nice. He was cute and all but he was just so embarrassing, how he asked girls out like that without any subtlety.

Why had she said yes? She could barely remember the encounter now, it was somehow fuzzy and indistinct. She remembered saying yes, but her friends should have been on her for giving in. They had told her nearly as many times as she told herself how bad it was to encourage Cam too much. But instead they seemed pleased, even, now that she thought back, jealous? She shook her head. That made no sense.

The doorbell rang a second time.

She sighed. “Well, he’s here, I might as well go through with it.” She looked around the room and located her discarded clothes from that day on the floor. There was no time now to dress properly, and maybe he’d see how scrubby she was and get the hint.

Downstairs, Cameron was getting anxious. Precious time was passing, and she was upstairs fussing or something. Why couldn’t girls just throw something simple on and be done with it? He rang the doorbell again. The house looked awfully dark. Maybe she’d skipped out? Maybe when the spell wore off and she realized how ugly and stupid he was she went off with some friends to avoid him. That would be rich.

But no, a light came on inside, and he heard footsteps approach the door.

It opened.

Cameron looked at Jessica as she gasped, freezing on the spot. Oddly, she was dressed in her clothes from school, and one of her cute knee-high socks was inside out. She clearly hadn’t been fussing, but her jeans showed off her great legs just fine.

“Hello Jessica...” he began. But suddenly he was being pulled by the wrist. Cameron barely noticed the pull despite her athlete’s strength, but he decided it might be best to let himself be pulled. By the time he realized Jessica was pulling him into the house, they were already through the entry hall.

She was walking fast, yanking his arm. He couldn’t see her face in the dim light but there was a frightening determination in her stride.

“My parents are out all night. You are coming to my room right now,” she said, still looking ahead.

“What?” he stammered.

“You’re coming to my bedroom and you’re going to fuck me.” Still that determination. She knew what she wanted. The pills were gold.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom. They got as far as the living room and suddenly Jessica turned around and pulled hard. His newly-unfamiliar inertia pulled him off balance and he fell onto a white leather couch. In moments she was on him, pawing at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Her toned ass started grinding against him. The restaurant was quickly forgotten.

“Jess, are you—” he started, but she shut him up with her lips. She mashed them against his, pressing and testing, and almost immediately her tongue began invading his still-surprised mouth. He had never French-kissed before, but she didn’t seem to mind his technique. He opened his mouth and her tongue stabbed inward, swirling around. Meanwhile her hands were busy with his buttons.

Slowly, he reached one hand toward where he thought her chest was. His first tit! Cameron wondered briefly if it was too soon to start feeling her, but given her behavior so far he thought he might not be able to move quickly enough. He found her side, which was moving back and forth rhythmically as she continued grinding against him. He moved his hand toward the front and found her soft, round breast covered with her shirt and bra, and enclosed it in his hand.

“Mmmmmm,” she said softly. She was done with his buttons now, and she sat up and arched her back, forcing her breast harder into his hand. He grabbed harder, waiting for her to protest, but she didn’t. He moved to her other tit, and began to squeeze that one too. She made even more pleasant noises.

He looked up to see her eyes closed, her butt still working. His cock was rock-hard now and she was grinding the crotch of her jeans against it. If she kept this up he was going to come before he even got her clothes off.

She reached down with her hand and started tracing the contours of his new muscles, gliding a fingernail along the outline of his pecs, his abs. He continued exploring her tits, now moving to the hem of her shirt, pushing his hand up underneath it. Soon his hand found her bra, and he reached under that too. Her smile got bigger.

He wanted to find her nipple, but before he got very far she pushed his hand back down, out of her shirt. He frowned momentarily, but in a flash she had stripped off her shirt and now she was reaching around behind her back, working the clasp of her bra. Keeping his eyes on her body, he took the chance to finish removing his own shirt.

She reached up and removed the bra. Her tits were high and proud on her chest, small nipples capping smallish teenage mounds. The picky, no-good part of Cameron’s brain briefly wondered if there was a cheap potion to give a girl huge tits, but the rest of his brain quickly told him to shut up and enjoy. Her athlete’s torso was slim and fit, her stomach toned and tight.

He sat up quickly, his own powerful abs effortlessly forcing Jessica down onto the couch under him. He reached down and roughly grabbed one of her tits, eliciting yet another pleasant moan from her. He lightly pinched her nipple and she moaned louder.

“Oh yeah, Cam, oh yeah,” she gasped. “Pinch it hard, oh my god, it feels so good.”

Cameron pinched harder and elicited a louder moan. He thought girls would need to be treated more delicately, but it seemed there was no need to hold back. He bent over and began licking her nipple.

“Ah! ah!” she cried. He continued licking, but she pushed him weakly with one arm. “Come on and fuck me, I need it so bad...” He looked up at her and her face was tight with frustration.

He got up from the couch and removed his belt and undid his pants. He looked over, and Jessica Redstone, lacrosse babe, was writhing on the couch, topless, covered in sweat, with her hands buried in her crotch. Her arms were squeezing her tits together pleasantly and she was obviously stuffing two or three fingers into her snatch, grunting. Cameron almost started thinking the pills had overdone it a little.

She opened her eyes briefly and drank him in. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat which glistened off of his wonderful new muscles. Cameron thought he must be over six feet tall now, his broad shoulders casting a wide shadow on the couch. His dick was straining against his underpants, bulging rudely and beginning to escape from its confines. He stripped off the last of his clothing and let his cock swing free.

Jessica, hand still buried in her pussy, moaned appreciatively. She seemed to regain control long enough to undo the button on her jeans and push them down her strong thighs. She pushed her panties off with them, a wet stain clearly visible on them.

Cameron moved back to the couch and knelt on the floor, his throbbing dick level with the couch. Jessica scrambled closer, her lightly-tufted pussy open and dripping, waiting for him. Cameron held his cock steady with one hand and tried to keep Jessica’s ass steady with the other. She must have thought he was taking too long because she reached over, grabbed his dick, and tried to force it into her. In her haste she missed and his dick rubbed against her pussy.

She moaned. He came. Thick jets of semen squirted all over her cunt and stomach, dripping down her inner thighs. It had happened so suddenly he barely knew what was going on until it stopped. Jessica looked at him, pleadingly.

“Give it to me, come on,” she moaned in desperation. Cameron was about to apologize, but then he realized he was still hard. Maybe even harder still. He repositioned himself at the entrance to her cunt and pushed in.

His cock was long and thick, but Jessica was so wet he had no trouble forcing her pussy to stretch around him. He felt her inner folds and contours as he pushed in, the thick veins on his cock rubbing against her. She watched as she was slowly filled up and idly played with the cum splashed on her chest. He continued pushing into her with one long stroke and eventually he reached bottom, the base of his cock completely inside her.

Jessica moaned at a higher pitch than before, her face contorted. She was babbling now. “Oh my god, fuck, oh my god, fuck it’s big!”

Cameron slowly withdrew his long cock, then pushed it back in. He pulled out again and started thrusting against her, savoring the sight of her cunt stretched around his dick, her clit protruding from under its hood to rub against him. Pretty soon he was pounding against her, slamming his dick into her. Her legs spread wider as he fucked, her eyes screwing tighter shut. Even with all the effort, his new body had no trouble keeping up its thrusting.

He soon realized his position kneeling on the floor wasn’t that convenient for fucking, so, keeping his dick firmly in her tunnel, he put his arms underneath her body and lifted, planning to push himself onto the couch. When he realized how light she felt, though, he just stood up, his giant leg muscles supporting her weight easily.

Now his large arms could lift her up and down on his cock and he slammed her body against him. Jessica’s reaction was dramatic. She moaned louder and louder until she nearly screamed, her voice echoing off of walls of the large room. Her eyes were still squeezed tight and she hugged her arms and legs tightly against him, constricting with surprising force. She was coming, spasms wracking her body as he bounced her up and down on his huge dick.

Cameron kept a tight grip on her lithe form as she shook, fucking her all the way through her orgasm. As she came down from her high, she motioned blindly with one hand.

“The couch, oh my god,” she panted. She started to become limp, and Cameron realized that she might need to rest for a moment. Keeping his cock buried to the hilt, he walked her back to the couch. She gave a little gasp with each step as the force went from his foot, up his leg, through his cock, and into her clit. He laid her down as gently as he could.

He lay on top of her as she continued to pant heavily, admiring her breasts as they heaved with every breath. They were not large, and while Cameron would have been happier if they had been three times that size, he couldn’t bring himself to care. This was the first girl he had fucked, and as far as he was concerned, her tits were perfect. His cock seemingly got harder again.

“Oh!” she gasped. She opened her eyes, finally. At the sight of him, her whole body seemed to shudder and her limpness was gone. She pushed at him gently, and Cameron reluctantly withdrew his cock from her pussy, missing the feeling almost instantly. The head of his cock was purple and bulging, the veins along its length pulsing in anticipation. He needed to come.

“You lie down now,” commanded Jessica. Cameron didn’t need to be asked twice. He lay on his back and she crawled toward him, up his body, fingers feeling the ridges and details of his muscles. She knelt above him and grasped his dick with her hand, trying to position it at her entrance. Even kneeling, she actually wasn’t high up enough, and she had to lift a leg in order to get her cunt onto the head of his cock inside her.

Soon the head of his cock has disappeared in her folds and she relaxed her legs. Once again Cameron felt the wonderful sensation of her stretching pussy and of his veins rubbing deep inside her. Jessica let out another long sigh of delight. Cameron tried to start thrusting, but a hand pushed back.

“No,” said Jessica. “I’m gonna fuck that big dick of yours. You stay still and watch.”

And so he did, as Jessica pushed herself up with her tight athlete’s legs. Cameron saw as her cunt seemed to grow where his cock was thick, and shrink where he was narrower. She was totally wet inside and out, and excess juice was leaking out of her pussy and onto his stomach. It was everything he could do not to thrust back.

Jessica kept her eyes fixed on Cameron as she began to pump up and down on him, the wonderful warm sensations returning quickly to his whole body. He looked into her eyes, and noticed that they weren’t looking into his, but instead roving over his chest. Her pace increased, and Cameron realized she was getting off on his new body.

He tried flexing some muscles and was rewarded with groans of appreciation and ever increasing speed. Soon the pleasure was too intense to concentrate on anything else and Cameron closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations pounding into his cock as Jessica slammed into him over and over again. She grunted with the effort, building towards another orgasm for herself.

Cameron couldn’t help himself any more and began to thrust, but apparently Jessica didn’t mind any more. Her grunts became cries of pleasure, and that familiar warm feeling began to spread over his whole body. He thrust only a few times more and then it hit him.

“Grrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He gave a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure, a growl-like noise that came from deep inside his chest. He was coming, shooting jets of semen deep within her. His hands reached up and grabbed her at the waist as he continued to come. He lifted her body up and down on his dick, using her like a giant fuck toy.

This triggered Jessica’s own orgasm again and she let out another scream, and the living room was filled with the noise of the two of them, him groaning deeply, her screaming, for what seemed like hours.

They lay on the couch a while, half asleep, enjoying the glow of a good fuck. But it was getting late, and soon Cameron felt a slight loosening sensation in his arms. The spell must be wearing off.

“I have to go,” he said suddenly, and got to his feet. His voice seemed somehow loud after the silence, even after Jessica’s screams of passion not so long ago.

Jessica blinked a couple times and looked at the clock herself.

“Yeah...” she began, but then she turned to look back at him again, and again she seemed to give a little shudder and then perked up. She sat up on the couch.

“No, please don’t go, my parents won’t be back for another hour and you haven’t fucked my ass yet!”

“What? No, I don’t want to do that!” Cameron stared at her in disbelief. He needed to get out, soon, before the spell wore off and who knows what happened. He didn’t want to be around if Jessica suddenly remembered he was a unlikable dweeb.

“Oh don’t be such a prude. I’ve never tried it but it’s supposed to be awesome for the guy. I know where my parents keep the lube!”

“Ew! No, Jessica, really, I have to go now, I have my own curfew...”

“Gawd, such a momma’s boy! Don’t you want more of this?” And she open her legs and stuck out her chest lewdly. One of her fingers pinched a nipple, while the other traced from her pussy down to her anus.

Cameron was running out of time. He could feel his muscles loosening, the chest shrinking, his gut expanding. He need to get out somehow without leaving the girl in tears.

“No. Jessica, come on. Let’s call it a night, and, uh, make a date for next weekend. Yeah. I’ll... fuck your ass then.”

This seemed to be enough.

“Welllllll.....” she said dramatically. “OK, but I’m gonna want that cock sooner than that.”

Cameron pulled on his clothes as fast as he could, noticing they were starting to get a little big.

“Great, it’s a date then. I’ve had a wonderful time, yeah, see ya..” he nearly ran for the door. The clothes were getting bigger by the minute. He opened the door, and started outside.

“Wait just a second!”

Cameron froze. Was he too late? Had she realized what had happened? What happened when the man she had just fucked changed into a wimpy kid again?

“Be a gentleman and give me a kiss goodnight!” Jessica stood in the doorway, nude, exposed to the world. Cameron hastily turned around and pecked her on the cheek. She retreated behind the door a bit and watched as he started walking back to his car, his pant legs dragging comically on the ground now.

Jessica Redstone found herself watching Cameron Barnes walk back down her front walk back to his car. Her head felt fuzzy. He remembered him coming to the door, but what had he wanted? She realized with a start that she was naked. When had she taken off her clothes? Had she answered the door this way? But no, that would be silly, she thought. She must have just peeked her head around the door and told him to leave or something. Yes, that must be it.

Jessica’s head was pounding now, and she felt confused. She wandered back up to her room, wondering when she had spilled hair product on herself and why she felt so damn sore down there.

Chapter 3

The next day was Friday and Cameron felt mostly great. On the plus side there was fucking Jessica Redstone, and nothing more needed to be said about that. Given the way she had thrown herself at him he didn’t think he’d have any trouble going after any of his other crushes.

But there were a couple big points on the minus side. One was that after being the chiseled god last night, finding himself in his real skin was a rude awakening of weak flabbiness. Second, he was worried that the attractiveness effect was a little too powerful. He’d almost been jumped by that woman at the school and he didn’t want too much unwanted attention. Third, Jessica might have seen him changing back to his regular self and he didn’t know what that might mean for today.

If what Ben said was right, she’d have had enough fun last night that she would still be interested in him without the pills. Or even if she wasn’t interested he could always use the pills on someone else—there were a lot of hot girls in school.

“Next time,” he thought, “I should pick a girl with bigger tits. Maybe Holly. mmm Holly.” Cameron had enjoyed many a pep rally watching Holly’s tits as they strained against her cheerleader’s uniform. But why stop at girls at school? His horizons seemed limitless, and for a while he stayed in bed, entertaining fantasies of showing up at the playboy mansion ripped and ready to go.

After he re-awoke to the sound of his mother calling, Cameron realized he was going to be late for school and hurried up.

He spent most of the morning looking for Jessica, but it was she who found him first.

“Oh, hi Cameron, can I talk to you for a sec?” she asked, pulling him aside by some lockers and away from anyone who might overhear. She looked anxious and was talking quietly. Cameron decided to follow her lead, not sure what she had seen yesterday.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Did you... get what you wanted last night?”

This was an odd way to put it, but this seemed like a school-friendly way to ask if he’d been pleased with her performance. Cameron smiled wide—he didn’t see a need to be school-friendly.

“Oh hell yes, you were awesome. We should hook up again.”

Jessica blanched. “Excuse me?!! Are you out of your mind? I only went out with you once to be nice, we’ve never hooked up.”

“Didn’t you enjoy it? You must have come at least four times!” Cameron didn’t understand why she was in denial. She wasn’t claiming the sex was bad, after all how could she honestly do so? Instead she was acting like it had never happened.

“Cameron, if I hear that you’ve been spreading lies about me at school I swear to God you will regret it. I’m not some slut who fucks on the first date.” Jessica looked livid, but her eyes were also very wide. She looked almost afraid.

“Then what happened last night? What do you call that?”

“That? That?! You came by to get your, your bio notes or whatever. God how could you lie like this? This conversation is over, if I have to listen to any more of this I’m going to start crying. See you later, asshole.”

And Jessica, the girl he had fucked last night and had tried to drag him back in for more, stormed off. Cameron was left standing there, trying to figure out what was going on. She didn’t seem like she was pretending at all. As she left he could see real tears forming in her eyes. She must actually not remember a thing, only him coming to the door and then leaving again.

Ben was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Not only was Jessica not going to want to go out on a date with him, she didn’t even know about the good time he had shown her! What good were the pills if the girls didn’t remember anything? He’d go broke in a month if he needed pills every time he wanted to fuck. Cameron and Ben would need to have a little talk.

Later that afternoon Cameron found himself again at the heavy ornate door of Magick Within Reach. He pushed and let himself in the cramped store. He saw Old Ben behind a bookshelf, diligently dusting the tomes on the lower shelves.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Cameron.” he said without looking up. “Did you enjoy your free sample?”

“I got some complaints old man. Your crappy product doesn’t work as advertised.”

“Oh?” Ben stopped dusting and came around to the front. He wore the same faded apron, but not as much jewelry as their last meeting. Cameron wondered momentarily which of the baubles he wore gave him that annoying ability to know who was at the door.

“You said if I showed a ‘lady’ a good time she would remember, but I hooked up with a chick as muscle-man and today she totally has no idea it happened. All she knows is that I showed up at her place to drop off some notes.”

Ben’s brow furrowed and he looked around. “Fascinating. Must be some sort of interaction...”

“Fascinating!!?” Cameron couldn’t believe Ben could be this casual about a major product defect. “If that went wrong, what else could have gone wrong? It could have killed me!”

“Well yes, Mr. Cameron, it might have killed you, but it didn’t. My spells aren’t exactly evaluated by the Federal Drug Administration after all! Magic is a very complex art with many intricate interactions, and sometimes getting the balance of properties correct is a bit of a process.” While he talked, Ben made his way behind his sales counter and rummaged behind it. He eventually pulled out a ratty-looking notebook, filled with many loose pages.

“Maybe you’re just bad at it.”

Ben slowed down and his face became grave. “Tell me, Mr. Cameron, tell me what worked, and what didn’t. If you are detailed and specific, I can refine the recipe to the point at which it may finally please you.”

“Number one, the chick don’t remember shit.”

“Yes yes of course,” Ben said dismissively, paging through the notebook. It was annotated everywhere with cryptic bits of writing that Cameron couldn’t make out. He seemed to find the appropriate page.

“Number two, the moment I take the pills everyone wants to jump my bones.”

Ben looked up from his notebook and over his glasses. “You did say, of course, that you wanted to be more attractive?”

“Sure, but it’s way too strong. I have girls a block a way trying to get at me when all I really want is to impress the chicks I want.”

Ben nodded. “Ah yes, that’s a good point... anything else? Anything wrong with the actual transformation?” He continued to look at his notes and made small marks with a pen.

Cameron thought a moment. “No I guess. That was good.”

“Funny,” said Ben with a grin, “how the most complex part of the process worked just fine... yes.” He paused for a while.

“Well? Can you get it right?”

“You know sometimes, Mr. Cameron, I wonder why I bother at all if you’re going to be so ungrateful. I can correct the recipe and the next supply of pills should be more amenable to you. Do you have the funds we discussed?”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Cameron shook his head vigorously. “I’m not paying a cent until you give me a sample that works as we promised. How do I know the next bunch won’t cause me to fart uncontrollably? I think you owe me another sample pack, ten this time, and if I’m satisfied then I’ll promise to buy two batches.”

Old Ben’s look of outrage seemed put-upon to Cameron. “Ten? For free? Surely you jest? I have a business to run, and I won’t be running it much longer with a policy to give every snide, good-for-nothing customer free spells as long as they claim they are unsatisfied.”

He paused.

“I’ll give you the same four. No more.”

“Seven.”

Ben grimaced. “And you’ll buy two subsequent supplies for 250$ each?” Cameron knew he had won.

“Yes.”

“Done.”

Ben gave him a mean look and headed toward the back of the shop. His voice drifted from behind the shelves. “Just give me a few minutes to whip up the new mixture...”

A few minutes later Ben returned holding another prescription bottle and clutching something else in his other hand. He gave the bottle to Cameron.

“Remember, these pills are very strong and you should not take too many at once. I think anything above four at a time may be dangerous.”

“May be?”

“There’s no way of knowing for sure, but if you take too many pills the consequences could be devastating.”

“Or maybe there might be no consequences at all?”

Ben sighed. “Yes, that is a possibility. However, I would strongly urge you to follow the dosage guidelines and limit yourself to four in a 24-hour period.”

“And will my girlfriends remember me?”

Ben held up his clenched hand. “That’s where this comes in.” He opened his hand, revealing a red gem pendant. It was almost two inches long and somewhat roughly cut. A tarnished gold cap was affixed to it top, and a thin gold chain was threaded through a small loop in the cap. It was quite tacky.

“The previous pills incorporated a spell to cause others around you not to notice your change in physique, however this also caused them not to remember what you had done while transformed. I have removed this spell from the pills so that people who are around you will remember everything. To ensure that others perceive you as normal, I have endowed this pendant with a charm that will reveal your new shape to only those you touch. Only—”

Cameron interrupted. “That’s pretty ugly, couldn’t you have charmed something cooler?”

Ben shot him a nasty look. “No. Ahem, only those you make skin-to-skin contact with will see your new physique and react to it, everyone else will perceive the usual you. And despite its gaudiness, no one will notice the pendant.”

“I guess that will work.” Cameron reached out to take the pendant. Ben snatched it away.

“Because I am now giving you a second sample and a magical pendant, I really must insist that you pledge a small token of intent, so that I know you aren’t just going to keep extracting free services from me.”

“Oh I see how this works. How much did you want?”

“Sixty dollars. And Cameron—” he spoke before Cameron could start to haggle, “—you have been very rude today. If you aren’t willing to pay my price then I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Cameron tried to stare him down, but there was a look in the old man’s eye that made it clear he was serious.

“Fine.”

Soon he was headed downstairs, a new bottle of pills in his pocket and an ugly-ass pendant around his neck and stuffed down his shirt. He was kicking himself for not trying to haggle just a bit on the price of the pendant. Seeing as he had never seen any other customers in the store, Old Ben was probably desperate for business. He probably would have cracked.

And yet, Cameron could now see someone coming through the door from the street.

It was Chelsea.

She had black tears painted on her face today. How original. What was she doing there? Although, now that Cameron thought about it, a goth would like a place called Magick Within Reach. It seemed right up her alley.

If it was possible, she turned even whiter than normal when she saw him.

“Oh. Hey Cam. What are you doing here?”

He decided to play dumb.

“Uh, Hey Chelsea, how ya doin’. I must have the wrong address or something, I thought this was going to be the new taco place.”

“Taco..—?”

He kept moving, not wanting to get stuck in conversation. “Yeah, oh now I see, it’s across the street. Sorry about yesterday, I was just really busy and all.” And without thinking, he added, “I’d love to hang out some time.” He bit his lip. Why did he have to say that?

She turned around. “Oh? If that’s OK. Sorry I was such a bitch.”

Cameron pushed out the door, his mouth still moving without him wanting it to. “Yeah, no problem. Maybe we can get some tacos next week. Tacos on the brain. OK, see ya.” And he made sure his legs carried him away before he could do any more damage.

* * *

Cameron kept himself distracted that weekend, playing Xbox Live with his friend Alex. But his eyes kept drifting back to where the pill bottle was hidden on his shelf, and couldn’t stop thinking about the next step. He tried wearing the pendant over his shirt, and sure enough neither his mom or dad noticed—or at least they didn’t say anything.

On Sunday he actually did his laundry to try to pass the time and realized in the process that he needed to get more large clothes if he was going to be spending more time as Hunk Cameron. He couldn’t keep wearing Aunt Susan’s shirt to every date.

He spent an hour at the mall trying on various shirts and pants, never quite sure if they were going to fit. There was no way he was going to waste a pill on his shopping trip—he would just have to guess. The sales chick with the stupid ear piece and tight-fitting top was pretty confused, cracking her chewing gum while ringing him up.

“Are you sure these are gonna fit?” Crack crack crack. “They’re kinda baaag.”

“Nah, that’s OK,” Cameron said, reciting line he had prepared. “They’re for my brother. He’s coming back from deployment this week.” He put on his best puppy-dog face.

The sarcastic look on the sales chick melted. “Oh that is SO SWEET!” And she “forgot” to ring up one of his pairs of pants. Cameron smiled in thanks.

He left the store thinking of the sales chick. She was kind of cute actually. If he had any extra pills lying around... but first things first.

Monday came, with its slow minute hand in its reluctant orbit, and then lunch. Still no one had commented on the chain around his neck. Cameron wolfed down his lunch, made sure his water bottle was full, and made his way back to the dingy bathroom. He planned to ask out Jessica again. She had been a great lay and he really did like her. There was the whole part about her being extremely angry at him, but he figured the pills would mitigate that.

Today he was wearing slightly baggy clothes, enough for one pill’s worth of growth he figured. He downed a pill and drank most of the water before it kicked in.

The familiar tightening sensation began and he drank the rest of the water. That made him feel better and helped him relax as his muscles grew denser and stronger. He was calm enough now that he could watch his arms in the dim light as the muscles twitched and grew, like a time lapse of a growing plant. Sooner than he expected the feeling subsided. After taking three last Friday, taking one wasn’t bad at all.

He turned to the dirty mirror and the hunk looked back at him. It was nothing compared to the three-pill stud, but it was a definite improvement. Full of confidence, Cameron tidied himself up and headed back up the stairs to the main hallway to look for Jessica. He opened the door onto the hallway and promptly ran into some upperclassman who was running for the door. The guy lost his balance and fell over.

“Hey watch where you’re going, twerp!” he yelled from the floor. Cameron, who hadn’t been nudged an inch thanks to his increased mass, was speechless for a moment. Twerp? Who was he calling twerp? But as he helped the senior up from the floor the other guy’s face changed from anger to fear.

“Oh, uh, didn’t see you there.” And he took off.

Cameron chuckled to himself. He would have to remember that other people wouldn’t see his new form and he’d be treated like his regular scrawny self until he touched them.

Making his way through the crowd today was even odder than the first time he had tried it. Unlike the last time after taking a pill, the other kids didn’t keep a respectful distance and make way for him. He had to push his way through the crowd like he was used to doing. But if he did bump in to anybody, they quickly backed away, often mumbling an apology.

Then Cameron realized what was so odd—Ben had said that in order for others to see his new appearance, he would have to make skin to skin contact with him. Instead, it was clear that a good bump was all that was needed to make this connection. He also noticed that the pendant on his neck was getting warm against his chest. It was almost hot. Couldn’t the old goat get anything right?

He spotted Jessica standing with a couple of her friends in the usual place. He had to be careful, because if she saw him before he had a chance to touch her in some way, she would probably vanish before he could get close. He had to somehow get around behind her, make contact with her somehow, and then re-introduce himself. It would also be a good idea to apply the affect to her two friends as well.

He debated several options for how to get this done, and decided on the direct approach. With them facing the other direction, he walked up behind them with his arms outstretched.

“Heyyyy girls, how’s it goin’?”

He threw his arms around all of their shoulders, making sure to keep his contact friendly and casual. He felt them stiffen in surprise, and then relax. He turned his head to look at Jessica.

“Oh, hi Cameron,” said Jessica, turning to meet his gaze. She looked a little nervous, and her eyes darted around, taking in his face. Was she remembering the other night? Or steaming from their confrontation? Or were all these memories being trampled by desire? Cameron felt like he could see some commotion in her brain, various conflicting feelings struggling together.

He took his arms off the girls and took a step back. Friendly. Non-threatening.

“Hey Jess, and ...” he glanced at her friends.

Jessica, given something to take her mind of her own thoughts, introduced them. “This is Sara-without-an-H, and Sarah-with-an-H. Saras, this is Cameron.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, making a flourishing bow. Sara-no-H was cute, with a little button nose and long brown hair that framed her big tits. She had one of those fuzzy sweaters that didn’t help at all in hiding her shape and made her chest look like a most luxurious pillow.

As for Sara-with-an-H, the “h” must stand for “heavy,” he thought, which was too bad. Why did hot chicks always have to have one ugly friend to hang out with? Did they need a constant reminder of their own hotness? Or maybe Jessica was just taking pity on her? At the moment she was texting on a ridiculous pink cell phone bejeweled with rhinestones.

With the introductions over Jessica was starting to look confused again. She could probably remember being angry at Cameron but she probably had a lot of trouble figuring out why. Still, she wasn’t exactly looking turned on, so Cameron guessed that not only did she probably not remember the other night, but that the pills were indeed less strong. He would have to start over again.

“So Cam,” she said, “what’s up?”

“Well, I’ve got reservations at the new Japanese place, but my date can’t make it. You interested?” Sure it was the same line, but it’s not like she’d remember it from the first time.

“Uh, well, I’d love to, but I have lacrosse practice tonight and it goes really late. Sorry.”

Cameron, for once, didn’t know what to say. Maybe Ben made the pills a little weak this time!

“But,” she continued, “Maybe Sarah would be interested...” She started looking over to Sarah-with-an-h, but Cameron saw his opportunity. He looked at Sara-no-H instead.

“What do you say Sara?” He looked at her hopefully. Jessica was too embarrassed to point out the mistake. Sara, who didn’t have the conflicting storm of half-remembered interactions with Cameron, seemed to be responding to the magical effect much better than Jessica. Her little nose turned bright red.

“Uh, sure! What time?” she squeaked.

The other Sarah looked up from her phone, disappointed, but not at all surprised.

“Oh around 7, I’ll pick you up. You’ll have to send me your address though.”

They traded cell phone numbers and she texted him her address. Cameron went on to his classes, bursting with anticipation of the night to come.

As the day went on, he did notice the pendant getting warm again, but only when there were a lot of people around, and only when he was pumped up. After the pill wore off it was cool again.

It was only when he got home that Cameron realized he needed to actually make reservations at the Japanese restaurant again, although he secretly hoped they’d never make it there. Then again, as much as he liked Jessica’s aggression on Thursday he really wanted to take it a bit slower this time. The pills did seem to be weaker but he wanted to draw out the experience as long as possible, or at least so they could make it through dinner with his date leaping across the table at him. Not that that would be a bad thing, but it would probably get them arrested.

He decided he’d cut one of the pills in half and take that first, just to get started. Then, he’d crush a pill and a half and dissolve it in his water glass and drink it slowly over the course of the dinner. That should allow him to slowly bulk up as the evening progressed and watch her reaction. You could do that with pills, right?

He put the crushed pills with the mortar and pestle his mom used to grind spices and downed the half-pill on the way to her house. He had a feeling in the back of his head that he was forgetting something, but he couldn’t think of what it was and tried to brush it away. The house was in one of the newer subdivisions and he parked on the street and walked up the driveway, which curved elegantly around a clump of trees.

He walked up to the door and rang the bell, and a stocky middle-aged man with heavy lines on his face opened it. Cameron now remembered what he had forgotten—Sara’s parents. Where could they fool around, with both of their parents home?

“Are you the boy who wants to take my daughter out tonight?” said the man, whose face showed no signs of awareness of his cliché. Best to play it safe, thought Cameron. He straightened his posture, raising himself to his full, half-pill height.

“Uh, yes Mr, uh, sir.” He didn’t even know Sara’s last name. Keep talking. “When do you expect her home by, sir?”

“She will be back no latter than 2230, boy.” Military time. What a ham! Cameron resisted the temptation to salute. Instead he held out his hand.

“Cameron Barnes, sir.”

The man positively sneered at his hand, but took it anyway. Instantly his features softened and he shook Cameron’s hand vigorously.

“Dale Myers, Cameron, good to meet you, son.” Cameron was confused for a moment, then realized that Mr. Myers was seeing a much taller, stronger kid now. Myers was probably a bully in high school like all the others. Still is, pretty much. Cameron would have to get in the habit of shaking hands now that the pills worked differently.

A high voice called from inside. “Daddy, don’t chase him away! Hi Cameron, I’ll just be a minute. Daddy let him come inside.”

Cameron and Myers sat in the living room for what seemed like much longer than a minute while Sara got ready. While he waited, Cameron had his ear talked off about the real estate market which Myers had gotten in to after he had retired from the military. Cameron nodded and grunted in assent every so often while he kept his eye on the clock and stewed about how much time Sara was wasting upstairs. No doubt she looked fine half an hour ago.

When she finally came down the stairs, though, all his negative thoughts vanished. Her outfit seemed designed to push her father’s boundaries as far as she could without him refusing to let her out of the house. And, unfortunately, those boundaries were clearly very strict. Looking up at her, Cameron saw she had on a pair of extremely tight-fitting jeans, although the view of her butt was concealed by an extremely form-fitting leather jacket which did more than hint at the size of her chest. Her hair framed her face perfectly and her lips had a deft touch of purple lipstick on them. Even Myers’ boundaries were no match for his daughter’s charms.

Cameron stood up, and offered his hand, gentlemanly. This pleased Myers.

“Hi!” squeaked Sara. Her nose was red again.

“You look ravishing,” he said, and started walking her toward the door. Mr. Myers had an involuntary grin on his face—the proud father couldn’t help himself. Cameron figured now was the time to push his luck.

“So,” said Cameron, “10:30?”

“Uh, well,” said Myers, his resolve crumbling, “since Sara took her sweet time upstairs, I suppose I could look the other way until, oh, 11.”

“See you before then,” said Cameron, and walked Sara out the door. They walked down the hill of the driveway to the street.

“You know,” he said, trying to make conversation, “your neighborhood is pretty dark, there’s barely any lights on anywhere.”

“Daddy says a bunch of the places are foreclosed now,” said Sara. “Sometimes they just pack up the kids and go in the middle of the night because they can’t afford to pay any more.”

Cameron looked around, and indeed some of the front doors had big orange notices on the front doors or several newspapers piled up out front.

“Daddy says they’re scum.”

The moment they were out of sight of the house, Sara unzipped her leather jacket despite the chilly air and removed it in one smooth motion. Cameron almost stumbled—Sara knew how to do more than just push her father’s boundaries, she knew how to blow them away completely. Hidden underneath her jacket was a midriff-baring tank top that looked entirely too thin and was held away from her body by the thrust of her breasts. On the front, it said “Porn Star” with a big rainbow erupting from the A, which was a star.

“Do I still look ‘ravishing?’” she asked with a gleam in her eye.

“You look fuckin’ hot,” said Cameron, now checking out her ass, previously hidden by the jacket. “Woof.”

“Damn straight,” she said.

Chapter 4

“So, do you put out on the first date?”

Probably not the best line to try, but Cameron was feeling lucky. He’d really wanted to go out with Jessica again, but even with the influence of the pills she’d said she couldn’t make it. Instead he’d ended up on a date with Sara, Jessica’s friend with the fantastic tits and no fear of showing them off.

The hostess at the Japanese place had seated them in a booth somewhat out of the way. Maybe she thought Sara was less than adequately dressed and didn’t want the other patrons distracted. This meant more privacy for him and more opportunities to have fun.

“Hmph! Bad boy!” she squeaked again, and slapped him. It was light enough to still be playful. He was starting to dislike that noise, though.

“Well with a shirt that has ‘porn star’ written on it I thought it was worth asking,” he said, making it clear he was just fooling around.

“This is just for teasing you with, silly. And pissing off teachers.”

Cameron was actually pleased that she wasn’t ready to jump his bones at one-half pill level. He was closer to his regular scrawny self than the body he was starting to get used to, so it would follow that the effect would be enough for her to at least tolerate him.

The crushed pill and a half had dissolved quickly in the water while Sara was looking at the menu, and he started to sip it as he decided what to eat. He left the rest of the pills next to his seat, afraid the bottle would get crushed in his pocket. He thought it was funny, drugging himself. Your typical jerk usually tried to find ways to slip pills in his date’s drink, not his own. Cameron didn’t really know what to expect from the dissolved pills, but he assumed that if he drank slowly enough the changes would come equally slowly. His shirt and pants, new from the mall, had enough room for him to grow a few sizes.

Cameron didn’t even like Japanese food and the restaurant was pricey for his budget, but it impressed girls when he asked them to go someplace that wasn’t Arby’s, was where most of his classmates took their dates.

Soon the waitress came over to take their order, and Cameron thought he recognized her. She was Asian and about his age, and looked totally unhappy to be there. She asked for their order without even looking up from her pad.

“Oh, hi Chiu,” said Sara brightly. The girl looked up.

“Oh, hey. Sara, right? History?” The girl’s face relaxed.

“Uh huh! Sweet gig working here, yeah?”

“My dad owns the restaurant, he has me cover some nights. It sucks. Luckily I’m only on till 9.”

Cameron decided to butt in since they were ignoring him.

“I’m Cameron.”

“Hi. So can I interest you guys in some appetizers?”

When the food came he had drunk enough of the water that he could definitely feel the effects of the pills. He felt his muscles twitch a little, like he was high on adrenaline, and he thought he was a little higher in his seat. He looked down at the sushi he had ordered and realized that, on top of not really liking Japanese food, he didn’t know how to use chopsticks.

He looked up at Sara and grinned a little stupidly. “Heh, I hope they have a knife and fork.”

“No, silly, use the chopsticks!” she said. She seemed to be an old pro with hers, snaring a roll and delicately putting it in her mouth.

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually used them, uh actually.”

“Never used chopsticks? How?” But she didn’t press him, and instead starting making moon eyes at him and broke into a smile that nearly melted him into a puddle.

Cameron tried to use the chopsticks, but with his muscles twitching he couldn’t really control them at all and kept dropping the rolls. Sara smiled again and gently grabbed the roll he was chasing and guided it to his mouth.

Nope, he still didn’t like sushi.

When they had finished their appetizers he had drunk a third of the glass and had started to feel his legs and his arms thicken. The pendant was also starting to warm up. He thought maybe it got hotter as it had to work harder to maintain the appearance of normalcy for everyone else around.

He also noticed that Sara was starting to show more effect. She was shifting around in her seat a little and more than once adjusted the strap of her bra at her shoulders. This caused vibrations that cascaded from her shoulders to her “porn-star” covered tits, causing them to jiggle back and forth softly. The vibrations carried down to the thin fabric of the tank top, which waved above her belly button. She was trying to hide her discomfort but wasn’t doing a great job.

“Feeling OK?” asked Cameron. He was curious if she would deflect the question or if the pills were strong enough yet to take over her conscious mind.

“It’s, ah, kinda hot in here. Actually,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “this bra is being really itchy, but the tank is too thin without it.”

“Oh, that sucks,” he said, and almost knocked over his glass in his haste to drink more water.

Soon the glass was half gone and Sara look more uncomfortable than ever. Her nose was also bright red. She excused herself and left for the ladies’ room. Cameron, at this point struggling to maintain his muscle control, allowed his twitches to grow momentarily. He was getting very thirsty, but knew better than to drink the rest of his glass. So he reached across the table and downed Sara’s glass in two gulps.

Chiu came over soon afterward.

“More water?”

“Ah no thanks,” he said. He hadn’t touched her in any way, so she probably didn’t see his tremors. “More for the lady, though.”

She refilled the other glass. He drank half of it and his twitching died down and became manageable.

Sara reappeared and sat down. The pendant got suddenly warmer, and Cameron looked up. He nearly choked on his California roll. Sara had removed her bra in the rest room and the small dark circles of her nipples were plainly visible underneath the ‘o’ and the star. She looked at Cameron and smiled again, not looking the least embarrassed. She breathed deeply, causing him to be transfixed at the sight of her large tits appearing to grow and shrink gently. His cock stirred and he struggled to regain his composure.

“I thought the tank top was too thin?” he asked.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with that bra, it was just too itchy. I had to throw it out,” she said matter-of-factly, although somewhat breathless. “Besides, do you really want me to put it back on?”

“No, no, of course not,” he said. She could have put her hair down over her chest to cover up, but hadn’t. “I’m just hoping the tank top gets itchy too.”

“Now that you mention it...” she said, but trailed off, staring at him. Then she burst out laughing, which would have made Cameron feel bad if not for the effect it had on her chest.

She shook her head and absent-mindedly smoothed the fabric of her shirt. All that accomplished was rubbing her nipples lightly, and they quickly formed hard points under the material.

Cameron forgot to eat as he watched, then quickly recovered and drank more water. There was barely a quarter of the glass left. The feeling of snakes on his insides started up again and he felt his arms and legs filling out his clothes now. He reveled in the feeling of barely constrained power and felt his huge dick straining against his pants.

Sara was starting to forget to eat too and did little more than push her food around. The redness of her nose had started to spread to her face, and she was giving him a dead-sexy look, one that said that she might jump across the table at any moment.

Chiu came by and he asked for the check.

Then Cameron felt something stirring below the table and a foot touched his leg. Sara was grinning more widely now. The foot traveled up to his thigh and didn’t stop. It finally came to rest at his crotch, the sole of her foot pressed against his hard dick. The pendant became warmer still, nearly hot. Even from their corner of the restaurant there were other customers in view of their hanky-panky and it was working hard to maintain some illusion of normalcy. Now that Cameron was bigger and stronger, his skin seemed thicker too. The heat didn’t bother him much.

“Mmm,” Sara said, nearly moaning, “feels pretty big, but,” and she sighed dramatically, “it could be better...”

“Better?!” exclaimed Cameron. He continued in a softer voice. “Babe, if we weren’t in a crowded restaurant I would show you ‘better.’” He drank the rest of the glass.

“Who cares about them? What’s stopping you?” she asked with a devilish grin.

That gave Cameron pause for a moment. Then he leaned forward, reached across the table, and grabbed her left tit roughly through her tank top, brushing the nipple with his thumb. Her tit filled his large hand nicely, and was soft but firm. He would never get tired of that feeling. The pendant was definitely hot now.

“Ohh!” she squeaked, but he had released her as quickly as he’d attacked. Cameron looked around. Not eight feet away was a middle-aged couple eating dinner and they hadn’t blinked. He liked the idea of other people watching, even if they didn’t see a thing. How far would the pendant let them go? As hot as he could stand?

Soon Chiu came by with the check, smiling innocently, and Cameron gave her some cash. She left without so much as a glance. Sara started pressing her foot rhythmically against his cock, and Cameron noticed that her left hand was below the table somewhere. Was she playing with herself? Cameron decided he could stand quite a bit of heat.

With one swift motion, he stood up and swiped all the dishes off the table, crashing them to the floor. The pendant nearly singed his chest hair, but the only reaction from anyone else in the restaurant was to glance at the dishes briefly. A normal occurrence in a restaurant.

He was getting a damp spot on his shirt where is cock was leaking fluid. His clothes, if anything, felt a little small. His muscles were tight against the fabric and he felt like he could pop a button if he flexed the right way. He reached over and grabbed Sara by the armpits, hoisting her up and onto the table.

A bus boy came by and quietly cleaned up the spilled food.

“Oooh!” she squealed. “What’s going on here?” she said in mock protest, looking up at him dreamily from the table. She pushed herself up with her arms, which served to squeeze her boobs between them, nipples poking greedily through the fabric.

“You parents are home, and so are mine,” said Cameron. “So I’m going to fuck you right here.” He reached down to the collar of her tank top and tore the flimsy material in half, spilling her tits out for all the world to see, only the pendant burned so that they wouldn’t.

She turned over on her back, humming with delight. She undid her pants and pulled the zipper part-way down to give herself better access. She reached one hand down her jeans and frigged herself in earnest. Cameron undid his pants too and removed them and his underpants, revealing his large cock, glistening with precum and sweat from his growth spurt.

He stroked himself, trying to get used to the burning sensation at his chest. He decided he could stand it better with another pill. That would mean three total, which would be the same as last time with Jessica. While Sara busied herself, Cameron fumbled with the pill bottle and downed one. He tensed as the twitching hit him.

“mmmm,” said Sara below him, looking up at his dick. “That’s not so big, I bet I can fit the whole thing in my mouth.”

She reached up, head hanging off the table, and grabbed his throbbing erection, guiding it to her upside-down mouth. It was obviously too big to fit, and Cameron was having trouble holding still. One particularly large contraction caused his dick to whip out of her hand, but she grabbed it again. Once her mouth reached the tip, however, something strange happened. Cameron couldn’t see his cock shrink, or her mouth grow, but somehow his cock fit, barely.

And it felt awesome. Her teeth scraped his dick a little, but only slightly. Her tongue was on the top of his dick, and with her head off the table he was able to keep pushing past the back of her mouth and deep into her throat. It was different than Jessica’s pussy, that was for sure, more alive and full of movement. He removed his dick, afraid of choking her. She sucked off the saliva loudly, smiling.

“Told ya,” she grinned up at him. “Not so big.”

“Girl you are asking for it,” he said, a little annoyed. He pushed his cock to her mouth again until his balls were in her face. He removed his shirt, and reached over and grabbed one of her big tits gyrating on the table, pinching the nipple. She moaned and pat his hip with her hand. He withdrew, long ropes of saliva still connecting them.

It was then, with his dick dripping saliva back into Sara’s mouth, his hand on her naked tit, and her hand buried in her pants, that Cameron felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Your... changgge.....” it was Chiu, holding some bills and coins. There was a moment, Cameron saw, between when Chiu saw the scene for what it was, and when the rest of the spell took over and it no longer mattered. She looked at him slack-jawed.

“I hope you’re off your shift,” said Cameron. He had stopped thrusting, but Sara’s tongue was still working on his shaft. Chiu nodded weakly, staring at Sara’s mouth which was back around his cock.

“Then suck my balls.” She nodded again and knelt down on the floor, tongue probing daintily at his balls while she started undoing her waitress uniform.

Cameron resumed fucking Sara’s face, pulling out from time to time so she could cough and catch her breath. He held on to both her tits, every so often tweaking the nipples, enjoying the spasms this caused in the lower half of her body. It also caused her to moan, which vibrated his entire cock from tip to root. Chiu gained confidence and her mouth engulfed his balls one after the other. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations, until he came, squirting down Sara’s throat. She gave an appreciative moan in return which was almost too much for him to stand. He knew this was no end but he pulled his dick out of her throat anyway, coated with spit and cum. Chiu looked at the dripping meat looming above her apprehensively, but Cameron didn’t insist she lick it clean. He’d need the lubrication.

Chiu got up and joined Sara on the table. She was naked now, her small tits little more than points. She still looked a little nervous, though, and looked at Sara for direction.

Sara giggled again. “See, not so big Chiu!”

Cameron didn’t understand why she kept saying these things. Was there something wrong with the spell? He grunted and spun Sara around, causing Chiu to have to dodge her legs. Sara whooped, having a great time. He pulled off her pants and underpants, revealing her dripping-wet pussy.

The nice older couple at the next table ordered dessert and complained about how noisy the restaurant was.

Cameron stroked his wet dick up and down on Sara’s slit, teasing her. She moaned in frustration. Chiu was fascinated, and put her hand on his muscled arm while her other hand busied itself fingering her own cunt. Her eyes said that she wanted that cock but didn’t think she could take it. She started grunting softly in time with her motions.

“You think this cock isn’t big enough for you?” Cameron said to Sara. “You want more?”

She only grinned and giggled.

“Then you can have more.”

And he reached over to the bottle and fished out another pill. He crunched it in his mouth and gulped it down. Almost immediately he grew larger, growling with the strain, feeling the cock in his hand grow again, a thick pole laced with throbbing veins, dripping with precum. His head was getting dangerously close to the lamp above their table, now. If Chiu noticed his arm muscles bulge and swell, she didn’t show it.

He positioned his cock at the opening of the cunt in front of him, gently spreading the glistening lips apart, and pushed. As with her mouth, it shouldn’t have fit at all, but the wonderful magic allowed him entrance. Sara’s pussy stretched lewdly around him and he pushed. Chiu gasped, fingering herself harder. He pushed past the point where his dick should practically be in her chest, and yet he still was able to bottom out completely with nothing more than a groan of approval from the big-titted girl beneath him.

The pendant, now visible at his chest, was actually glowing as it burned his skin. He barely noticed.

Sara gripped the table-edge behind her, looking between her tits at Cameron between her thighs, and he began slowly to thrust, holding on to her hips. He looked at Chiu, who was going mad with lust, her hand moving fiercely now.

“Have her lick your pussy, and play with her tits.” She nodded silently again and crawled across toward Sara, still looking hesitant to participate fully. Sara briefly whispered something in Chiu’s ear which made her smile, and she moved faster to sit on her face. Sara grabbed Chiu’s ass and went to town, licking and sucking loudly. Chiu tried to play with Sara’s boobs but was quickly too distracted to do so. Her own moans soon joined Sara’s.

Cameron started thrusting farther, his huge dick allowing for long, wet, leisurely thrusts that had Sara’s voice doing scales as he pulled out and pushed in her hungry pussy.

“Not so small now, huh?” he said grinning, enjoying watching her tits bounce with each thrust.

Sara took a break from eating Chiu’s pussy, earning a mewl of disappointment from the petite girl. “I guess, ung, it’s OK, unf, but I’ve had bigger!” And she giggled again!

Cameron had had just about enough of this, so he withdrew his giant cock from her snatch, depriving her.

“Well if you don’t want it, maybe I’ll give it to someone who might enjoy it.” He looked up at Chiu. She looked down at Sara, smiling, then spun around and presented her ass to Cameron, kneeling above Sara.

“Give me ... that big cock,” she said, starting to get into it, reaching beneath her body to spread her lips apart.

Her pussy was comically tiny compared to his dick, but Cameron knew he would still fit—just barely, if the spell was consistent. He rubbed his dick up and down on her lips, unable to feel where the hole even was. But he pushed, slowly, with one strong arm on her ass, the other gripping his cock to hold it straight.

Chiu gasped, bending over under the pressure. He pushed harder, felt a slight loosening sensation, and then his head was in. He put his other hand on her ass too, admiring the length of dick he was going to put inside the girl. Her pussy was wrapped tight around his head and her asshole winked at him invitingly.

Sara leaned over and started whispering in Chiu’s ear again and Chiu nodded, relaxing a bit. She allowed herself to moan as Cameron pushed in.

“Unnnggghhhh, oh my god...” she said, eyes tightly shut.

“Play with my tits while he fucks you,” Sara said, playing with herself. Chiu buried her face in Sara’s cleavage, holding on to the girl’s boobs for dear life.

Cameron realized that she was so light for him now that he could easily lift her entirely off the table, and so he did, hoisting her upright, keeping a firm grip on her waist so he could control exactly how he fucked her. Chiu had to stop playing with Sara’s tits, and started pulling her own nipples instead.

Slowly, with small back and forth motions, he worked her onto his cock, leaning back against the booth to keep his balance. The mixed juices of his cum, Sara’s mouth, and both their pussies made the work easier. Finally she was completely impaled on him, cunt leaking juices onto his balls, and he realized that his cock could support her entire weight. He let go of her waist and reached up to play with her little tits, putting his hands over hers.

This put Chiu’s full weight on his dick and her eyes snapped open at the surprise and she moaned louder yet.

“Oh my god! So full! Oh god!” she said, jaw open, disbelieving.

Sara was jamming one hand in and out of her pussy watching the sight, and kneading her tit with the other, regularly pinching and pulling at the nipple. Her cunt was creating a fairly large wet spot on the table.

Cameron leaned down to whisper in Chiu’s ear while he bounced her a little on his massive rod.

“Big enough for you?” he asked breathily.

Cameron couldn’t see Chiu’s face, so he didn’t see the little wink she gave Sara before she said, “oh, I’ve had bigger...”

Cameron didn’t take it well. He practically roared with anger. How could they tease him like this? His cock wasn’t just big, it was magically huge, so there was no way they could be telling the truth. They were just jerking him around like all the rest. Sara was laughing now and apparently cumming at the same time. And although he couldn’t see Chiu’s face, she was laughing too.

But he could show them.

He wrapped an arm around Chiu, holding her on his cock, grinding her clit into him. She gave another yelp of pleasure and starting rubbing her pussy.

“Nnnggg, when are you going to start fucking me with that thing” she asked.

“Real soon, honey.”

He leaned over to the bench, and grabbed the bottle of pills, two still in it. He popped off the top with his thumb, ripping through the child safety seal.

“When I’m through, you won’t be able to say you’ve ever had bigger than me...” He popped the pills in his mouth.

Sara stopped jamming her fingers in her pussy long enough to say. “Aw c’mon Cam, we’re just teasing. Girls tease guys they like. You know that, right?”

But he had already swallowed, and this time Cameron actually did roar.

* * *

Sara knew, in the back of her mind somewhere, that she wasn’t the kind of girl who wore her most slutty clothes on the first date, but it didn’t seem to matter that much tonight. She also knew that she normally didn’t remove her bra half-way through dinner, but that also didn’t seem important. And she definitely knew that she didn’t deep-throat guys with dicks bigger than her forearm and then get fucked silly on restaurant tables, but tonight seemed to be a night of exceptions. And Cameron, with his perfect abs and giant dick, was definitely exceptional.

It was too bad he was taking her teasing so seriously, but come on, he had to know it was for fun. Now he was throwing a tantrum, yelling and twisting about with Chiu, the girl from History class, still stuffed full of that big dick.

That was something else she didn’t do a lot, threesomes. Especially spontaneous ones with girls she didn’t really know. So weird!

His motions didn’t seem to phase Chiu, in fact it caused his dick to work around in her pussy, touching her in some good places from the looks of it.

Sara resumed thrusting her fingers inside her and pinching her nipples, looking over Cameron’s body, wondering what is was about him that made her want to do such crazy things. Maybe it was his smooth hairless skin. But actually Cameron was definitely hairy, almost getting hairier by the minute. And those yellow eyes of his—had they always been yellow?—that wasn’t a particular turn-on for her. Maybe it was the claws, the claws that were leaving light red lines on Chiu’s waist and thighs as they scratched, trying to hold on to her.

It finally dawned on Sara that Cameron was changing in front of her. He was turning into some sort of... creature. This wasn’t something she had seen any of her other boyfriends do. His eyes were pale yellow and burned with an intense light. His mouth was wide open, with sharp teeth sprouting and growing suddenly. His jaw stretched forward to accommodate the new teeth, and his nose shrank and joined with it. Sara was disappointed in her previous boyfriends. None of them had been able to turn into wolves. God, it made her wet.

Eventually one of the creature’s spasms threw Chiu forward onto the table, its dick slipping out of her with a wet sucking sound. Finally the thing that used to be Cameron stopped jerking violently and its change seemed to be complete. It stood there, head near the ceiling, chest heaving. Its fur was short and dark gray, almost black. It had grown a short tail which twitched slightly. Its bright pink cock had ridges and was pointed at the end, and it was leaking small amounts of fluid. The beast seemed confused and looked around, sniffing the air.

Then, it seemed to remember Chiu, who was so worn out she hadn’t moved from her place on the table, her ass still presenting itself to the thing. Its cock seemed far to big to fit in the girl but the beast grabbed her ass and forced its length into her in one smooth motion. She gasped, and it immediately started pounding her cunt, spreading her legs wide. Sara watched as it slammed its cock into the girl over and over, Chiu’s juices spread liberally over its length.

The thing’s hips were a blur as it pistoned in and out with animal ferocity. It was using its tail as a counterbalance to keep it steady. The pendulous balls slammed into her with every stroke, a sound that rose above the sound of the other diners, still oblivious.

Suddenly the beast let out a deafening roar and jammed its dick in Chiu’s cunt as far as it would go, its whole body jerking in orgasm. Despite herself, Sara came at the same time, all four fingers buried in her snatch, cum soaking them wet.

Suddenly there was a bright flash and a popping sound from the thing’s direction, like a light-bulb exploding, and it was like a veil being lifted. Sara gasped as she realized what was happening before her. She pushed herself off the table and backed away from the scene.

There was a scream, and Sara looked around, realizing she was totally nude in a public restaurant. She made motions to cover herself, but it didn’t matter. The other patrons and the staff were running for the exits. Tables and chairs were knocked over and dozens of plates crashed to the floor. There were more screams, and yells, and frantic shouts to call 911, but nobody wanted to stick around. They needed to get away from the thing, the thing that looked like it was having its way with a young high-school girl.

The cacophony was tremendous but it was soon over. Everyone was gone, and all who were left were Sara, the thing that was Cameron, and poor Chiu, who was starting to figure out what was going on.

The wolf let go of Chiu’s ass and withdrew its ridged cock from her pussy, pushing her away. She rolled onto the floor, narrowly missing the remnants of a broken water glass. Sara rushed over and pulled Chiu away, not taking her eyes off the beast. Its dick was starting to shrink slightly and the creature was now panting deeply, looking at its clawed hands. If Sara didn’t know better she’d guess it was as shocked as she was. Slowly the creature started to change again, its claws retreating and its hair shortening.

Cameron seemed to realize what was happening and bolted toward the door, hurling one table out of the way, then unable to lift the next as he returned to a more normal size. He streaked out into the night as the sound of police sirens became audible in the distance.

Sara sat on the floor in shock, clutching Chiu, both girls nude and panting.

“Is it just me,” said Chiu softly, “or was that kinda hot?”

Chapter 5

Hours later, Sara sat in her father’s darkened office, nursing a cold cup of coffee. It was well past midnight but her father had insisted that she stay up while he “made preparations.” He had been on the phone for over an hour making dozens of calls—about what, she couldn’t be quite sure. She had only been in the room for a few minutes and he was just wrapping up a call.

After the ruckus at the restaurant, emergency vehicles of all types had swarmed the premises. Based on Sara and Chiu’s state of undress they were herded immediately to the nearest ambulance. They were asked all sorts of uncomfortable questions and pretty soon the paramedics started wanting to poke and prod them in ways that Sara was just not ready to deal with. She put up a fight, but pretty soon they had her strapped down (“for her own good”) as she screamed at them.

Thank her lucky stars it didn’t last long. Without warning everything stopped and the paramedics all exited the ambulance, just leaving her tied down, staring at the bright lights in the ceiling. With all the commotion outside she couldn’t hear what was being said, but moments later her mother was struggling to loosen the restraints and wrapping her in a poofy bathrobe.

“I came from work as soon as you could, you poor dear.”

This only made her cry more, but out of relief. After a big hug they made their way undisturbed through the maze of trucks to her father’s car. He walked over to them soon after, offering her a hot cup of coffee. On the Dale Myers scale of intimacy, this was epic. Sara said thanks, he said nothing, and he drove them home.

During the ride her father asked, quietly but persistently, about what happened. Sara knew better than to lie about what happened. The only thing worse than the crime is the cover-up, Daddy always said. Given that she’d been found naked in a destroyed restaurant, any lie would have been as ridiculous as the truth. So she told the truth while her father stared straight ahead at the road. She felt lame when she found herself tiptoeing over the sexual escapades with the phrase “had his way with me,” and at this she saw her father’s knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. But he said nothing more.

As they pulled into the driveway her father finally turned around and looked at her.

“What you’ve told me is mighty fantastic, but you’re my daughter and you’re old enough now to know not to lie to your father.”

“Yes sir,” she said quietly.

“I need to know right now,” he said, voice tense, “if what you’ve told me is the truth. Because I’m about to go into my office and call in every favor anyone ever owed me, and if I find out you’re spinning yarns...”

He didn’t need to finish. She wiped a tear from her eye and nodded.

“I’m not angry with you punkin’, I love you with all my heart. It’s not your fault. You know that. But I need to know that I’m doing the right thing.” He smiled and it almost looked compassionate.

“It’s all true,” she said.

He nodded, grimacing, and went inside.

Sara’s mom drew her took a hot bubble bath surrounded by scented candles and Sara took a good long soak while her father disappeared into his office to make his phone calls. The bath helped her relax and it also gave her the chance to make sure she was still in one piece. She felt sore and a little raw, but nothing hurt and as far as she could tell there was no bruising or anything. After the bath her mom wrapped her in an even poofier robe and informed Sara that her father wanted to speak with her in his office.

If getting a cup of coffee had been a surprise, this came as a shock. Dad’s office was Off Limits, so much so that Sara didn’t know what it even looked like inside. He disappeared into the office regularly, usually after watching the game. Sara would hear him on the phone, but the one time she dared to listen through the door all she could hear was muffled noise.

Sara picked up the coffee from the stand by the tub and made her way to the office door. She stared at it without knocking, almost thinking it was a trick to get her to break the rules and disturb Daddy. The smell of cigar smoke leaked from the door as it often did. This was the only room in the house that Dale Myers was allowed to smoke—the only rule he had ever let his wife impose on him.

Sara finally knocked and her father told her to come in. He was still on the phone and motioned for her to sit in the chair, a short cigar stub in his mouth. Two more were in the ashtray. She sat and realized her coffee was cold.

She nursed the coffee anyway and looked around the room. It was a plain home office, with a set of shelves on one wall filled with binders, a stack of filing cabinets, and a bulletin board with some house and building information sheets neatly pinned on it. Propped up in the corner on one of the cabinets was the family’s old TV which Sara hadn’t seen since she was eight. She had assumed they’d thrown it out long ago. Seeing it in the corner, the bright purple spot in the upper right, brought back memories. Her dad’s desk was in the middle of the room facing the folding chair Sara was now seated in. It was spotless, with a computer off to one side, a phone, and the ashtray. It was all so normal, Sara wondered what the big deal had been about not coming in.

Dale wrapped up his phone conversation and hung up. He puffed on his cigar. He looked at her squarely.

“I’ve taken care of everything. By this time next week, it will be as if none of this ever happened.” He was speaking in clipped sentences, like he was addressing his men back in the day or something.

“Uh, daddy...” Sara started, looking down at the coffee cup.

“Don’t interrupt,” he snapped. “You underestimate your old man. You’ll be out of school the rest of the week with a bad late-season flu. I’ll have a doctor’s note by 0700 tomorrow.”

She looked at him pleadingly. She’d just been violated by a giant monster and he thought she’d be back at school in a week like nothing happened?

“I see you’re worried about what your little oriental friend. Well her family has been very cooperative and they’ve agreed to aid us in our cover story. At this juncture, all you need to know is that a wild animal, probably a cougar, got into the restaurant and scared everyone away. It got up on the roof somehow and fell through the ceiling onto your table.”

This was wrong, all wrong. Her father had probably paid off Chiu and her father, probably threatened them too. Her one possible ally in working through this and in figuring out exactly what happened probably hated her now. Her hands trembled and she had to put the coffee on the floor.

“Yes, I know, the problem of your clothing. That troubled me as well. However, I’ve worked with Captain Jenkins—he was in charge at the scene of course—and he’s going to help the personnel at the scene remember that, in fact, you were merely one of many restaurant-goers who fled the scene. That little detail will never see the light of day.” He grinned at the plan he’d set in motion. He stabbed out the cigar.

Just how many people had he threatened? Sara knew her father had powerful friends in the military, but he was talking about silencing a dozen emergency personnel. Sara started shaking, scared and angry at the same time.

“Then of course there’s the matter of Mr. Barnes. With regard to him you’re on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know. But, I will say that you won’t have to worry about him again, ever.”

Sara couldn’t keep it in anymore. “What are you going to do, have him killed??! Are you insane or something?” she spluttered.

“Insane?! Insane!!?” he roared. “You’ve been violated by this boy, you said so yourself! I’d tear him limb from limb personally if I had the chance! Instead, I’m doing the smart thing and taking care of this quietly, leaving your dignity and reputation intact!”

“Reputation?! People are gonna notice, OK, if I hooked up with Cameron and then he never shows up again. People are gonna find out. And if he turns up dead somewhere, they’re gonna find out it was you! My reputation is gonna be the girl whose dad calls out hits on her boyfriends!”

“BOYFRIEND??!” he roared again, standing up from the chair, knocking it over behind him. Then her father forced himself to relax, slowly, and lowered his eyes. He sat back in the chair. “I can see that you’re in shock and that you don’t realize what has happened to you.” He tried smiling, and looked at her like she was five again. “Why don’t you go to bed, punkin’, and see how you feel about it tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll realize I’m doing the right thing.”

Sara left the office with a headache. It was after 1 a.m. and exhaustion was catching up with her. Her father did have a point. Why wasn’t she more angry at Cameron? He had kinda raped her, hadn’t he? Well, not really, she thought, she certainly didn’t resist or say “no” or anything. But there’s no way she had been in control, nobody acts like that. Sure she could be a tease and she liked attention, but she would never do that. And yet, she knew that a part of her enjoyed it. Even now, the thought of Cameron throwing the dishes to the floor and taking her made her tingle. And after he transformed the creature he became was almost stunning in its masculinity, like a stallion. Too bad Chiu had had that fun... but what was she thinking? Daddy was right, Sara needed rest.

Sara let the robe fall to the floor of her bedroom and crawled under the covers. She fell asleep almost instantly.

* * *

When Sara’s eyes drifted open the next morning the sun was already pouring in the windows. She felt refreshed and sat up to grin at the sun. In the haze of waking she wondered why she was waking up without an alarm on a school day, but then the memories of the previous night started to surge back to the top of her mind. Sara groaned, clamping them down, refusing to think about the last night.

Sara’s mom must have been monitoring her sleep because she came bustling in with a breakfast-in-bed tray loaded with French toast and eggs.

“Now you just stay in bed, there, and enjoy your breakfast.”

“Mommmm,” said Sara, pulling the cover over her head, “You know I don’t eat breakfast, and eggs with yolks? Ugh! You want me to be fat? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Don’t you worry about that. I got the day off of course. Come now, dear, you’ve been through a lot, you could use some comfort food.”

Sara sighed dramatically. It looked like Mom wasn’t going to be swayed. “Fine, but leave me alone, I’m tired,” she lied.

“Yes, yes, OK dear, I love you!” and she shuffled out the door.

Sara stuck her tongue out at the breakfast, ate one bite of everything just to say she had eaten, and scraped the rest in the trash.

She sat in bed, not sure what to do with the day. Most of all she needed to think about anything other than what happened the night before. She needed a distraction. She saw her laptop charging on the bed-stand and opened it up to Facebook like she did most mornings.

Sara had just about everyone in her class added as a friend whether she knew them or not. This made the site kind of hard to browse, but with 462 friends and counting she was solidly in the top-ten friended people at school. This let her keep up on all the gossip at school as relationships were announced, broken, and repaired, often in the same day. Her classmates’ status updates were exactly what she needed, mundane and boring. Rachel Somebody got an A on a test. Jessica had had a tough lacrosse practice yesterday, etc.

Sara’s denial was shattered, however, by a short update made late last night from a mobile phone:

“Chiu: I am moving ‘back’ to China tomorrow. I love you all!!!!!!”

Sara couldn’t ignore it anymore. The memories surged forth and she saw images of the ruined restaurant interior, the emergency vehicles everywhere, the red lines on Chiu’s thighs. Chiu, whom she had hoped to talk to sometime about what happened, was moving to China?

Breath coming in gasps again, Sara quickly looked up Chiu’s number on her profile page and dialed, but it just rang and went to voicemail. The voicemail message was chipper and friendly and felt like it had been recorded long ago. Sara dialed again but again the phone just rang.

Sara threw the phone onto her bed, yelling, “Fuck!” She resumed clamping down on the memories, trying to take control of herself.

Once again her mother responded awfully quickly. She must have been hovering very near the door.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“Uh, yeah, I just stubbed my toe.”

“Oh OK dear, you be careful. You’re still in shock, you have to take it easy.”

Sara looked back at Chiu’s profile page and noticed that she had her home address listed. (Sara’s parents had always told her never to post her address online for fear of Child Predators, but apparently Chiu’s parents didn’t watch network TV.) She mapped it and saw that Chiu’s family lived a few developments over.

Sara poked her head out of her bedroom door.

“Hey mom?”

As she expected, her mom came around the corner out of the bathroom.

“Yes dear? Are you ok?”

“Yes, yes, fine mom. Is it OK if I go visit Chiu today?”

Her mom’s eyes widened. “Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea, nooo. Your father thought it was most important that you get your rest. And it’s not safe out there with that thing running around!”

“I’ll be OK mom, it’s bright and sunny outside, it’ll be fine.”

But her mom was shaking her head.

“No no no young lady, you’re staying right here.”

Sara and her mother locked eyes for a moment. She tried a different tack.

“If I stay in my room I’ll go crazy, I can’t think about anything else! Chiu and I need to talk, to share our feelings and get through this... together.” She clasped her hands together and really turned on the puppy-dog eyes now, but her mom was still looking skeptical.

“Chiu’s mom said it was OK.”

Finally, Sara had pushed the right button.

“Well it is very sunny out...”

Her mom never wanted to be the “bad guy,” and if Chiu’s mom thought it was OK then she was just being too harsh. Still, Sara was worried what her dad would say. At this point her mom would defer to her father. He always got the last word. But instead her mom just nodded.

“Where’s dad?” asked Sara.

“Well, dear, he left early this morning. He said it was for business, of course.”

Sara nodded. Daddy often left “on business,” and the two women of the house knew that many times he went on these trips there was precious little business being done.

“When do you want to leave, honey? I’ll give you a ride.”

Sara showered and dressed, opting for her most comfortable jeans and a spaghetti-strap top. Soon the two women were in the car, headed towards Chiu’s house. Sara had tried to talk her mother out of giving her a ride, but it was no use. She’d insisted and now Sara was petrified at what would happen when her mom found out that Chiu’s mom had no idea what she was talking about. She was saved, however, when her mom’s phone rang. She answered it with her silly-looking headset.

“Yes? Yes? Oh Candy, how are you—?” but she was apparently cut off. “Oh, oh that’s too bad... no I’m not busy, I can fill in no problem...”

Not busy! Sara rolled her eyes. Her mom was a mom, of course, but when work called, everything else ceased to exist.

“Well...” started her mom, but Sara didn’t listen to the rest. Her mom needed to go to work after all, just like always. She would have to drop Sara off at Chiu’s, and Chiu’s mom would have to drive her home. Her mom waved her hands and made faces while she talked in a soundless effort to convince Sara that she had no choice.

Soon they arrived at the address, an average-sized house in a cul-de-sac. Sara’s mom was too distracted by the phone to notice the large moving van she had to avoid. She didn’t even get out of the car, although she did manage to remember to kiss Sara goodbye. After no time at all, Sara was on the front walk of Chiu’s house, uninvited, with her mom speeding away around the corner.

She found herself unable to move or approach the door. She knew once she saw Chiu the images would start flooding back into her head again, and as much as she wanted to talk it out her brain wouldn’t let her.

As luck would have it, her brain didn’t need to let her, because the front door burst open and three large black men emerged carrying a couch. They were shirtless and sweaty, and their muscles flexed as they maneuvered the couch down the short flight of stairs. Sara stepped out of their way and couldn’t help but watch as they passed.

“Sara? What are you doing here?”

Sara started, and turned her head back to the door. It was Chiu, in the doorway, apparently directing the moving guys. She looked out of breath and sweat beaded her forehead.

“Uh, hi. I saw your status update... I wanted to talk but you didn’t answer your phone.” She felt dumb standing there.

“Yeah, OK, no problem, come in. I’m just standing here packing so we can move to FUCKING CHINA!” The last two words were directed indoors, upstairs somewhere. “Who cares if I’ve never lived there? Let’s go to my room.”

Chiu led Sara inside and up the stairs. The inside was a mess of full boxes, half-packed boxes, and bubble wrap everywhere. Even so, it looked like the house was still more than half-full of stuff. They’d be lucky to finish by the next day.

They went to Chiu’s room, which was more bare. Sara could see where posters had been by the adhesive stains on the walls, and the entire left side was piled high with boxes. Her desk was still in the room, as was the bed, although it was only a bare mattress now. Chiu closed the door and they tried to make themselves comfortable.

“So... what’s going on?” asked Sara.

“Well, my dad was in the kitchen when it all went down and I think he saw the end of it. You know, the part where I was getting fucked standing up by a seven foot werewolf.”

Sara shuddered. She remembered that all right.

“Well he had an aneurysm or something, because the rest of the night he was babbling about evil demons and angry gods and decided that it was wrong to have dragged his wife to the USA. So he called movers and here we are! I’m putting all my shit in boxes and getting on a plane tonight to live in a country that I’m not a citizen of since I was born here and don’t speak more than ten words of. God it’s going to be horrible!”

“Yeah I guess, but at least you’ll be safe, right?”

“Oh please. That may not have been how I planned to lose my virginity, but damn, if it’s always like that I should have done it long ago. God, the guys in China are all probably hung like mice.”

“So... you’re not ... in shock or anything? You don’t feel like he took advantage of you?”

“Are you kidding? Last night was the high point of my year! I don’t know if it was Axe Body Spray or what, but that guy made me horny as fuck and he de-li-vered. And did he look like he was in control? He went as nuts as us! Ok so it went a little crazy at the end, but don’t look at me like you didn’t have a good time yourself. You must have come five times, and it was your idea to tease him—what a bitch!—you can’t say he forced you to do that!”

“Yeah, but, he did something. He took advantage of me somehow! And I’ve never, you know, eaten out a girl before, that’s not normal.”

Chiu looked at her with pity. “Not that you did a bad job! Have your parents been brainwashing you, telling you you got raped? Think back to last night, really remember, and tell me you didn’t love every second.”

Sara screwed up her mouth, and gently allowed the memories to come back. How handsome Cameron had looked across the table. How she had teased his dick with her foot. He had teased her back in a similar way, brushing her nipple. How she had egged him on. How he had done what she asked. He really hadn’t had his way with her at all, she had been the one daring him to escalate, and he had.

“I guess...” she trailed off, not ready to say it.

“When you woke up this morning, how did you feel? Refreshed? Energized? Look at me, I packed my whole room!”

Now that she thought of it, she had felt refreshed when she first woke up, and she hadn’t had trouble getting out of bed.

“I did get a good night’s sleep...”

“Sara, you have the look of a well-fucked girl. Look at you, you’re showin’ off your boobs in that top, and you were even checking out our movers!”

Sara couldn’t help but smile.

“I guess I was.”

“You were. Say you were.” Chiu leaned forward, insisting.

“I was checking out your movers.”

“You wanted their big black dicks.” Chiu grinned from ear to ear.

“Oh you racist!” Sara said jokingly, and hit Chiu with a pillow. Chiu hit her back.

“Say it!”

Sara put the pillow over her head and smiled wider.

“I wanted their big black cocks stuffed in my tiny white holes.”

At this, the two girls bust out laughing and rolled over in stitches. It was a couple minutes before they calmed down again.

“Sara, I think you are well on the road to recovery. It’s my tiny Chinese ass that’s fucked, and not in a good way.”

Sara shook her head at Chiu. “Oh Chiu, where have you been all my life? I had no idea you were such a potty-mouth.”

Chiu just rolled her eyes and said, “white people.”

Sara and Chiu yakked some more about school and friends while the sounds of Chiu’s mother yelling at the movers drifted up from downstairs. They had a good hug and cried about Chiu’s moving away. Finally it was time to go and they went downstairs to the front door. Sara turned to Chiu.

“Thanks for talking, it really helped.” She smiled.

Chiu eyed her. “You don’t look 100% convinced to me. If you ask me,” she leaned in close and said in a whisper, “maybe you just need to stop worrying and get good and fucked again.”

The movers chose this movement to pass by, and Sara thought they’d heard what Chiu said. Chiu and Sara burst out laughing again, hugged one more time, and said goodbye for the fourth time. Finally Chiu closed the door and Sara headed down the front walk with a bit of a spring in her step. She didn’t need a ride from Chiu’s mom. The day was young, the sun was shining, and she was well-fucked.

Chapter 6

Sara headed home by way of the main street in their town and thought more about what Chiu said. Maybe she did just need to get fucked again. She had had sex a few times before, but it was so different. There was much more fumbling with buttons and fasteners, more worrying about getting caught, much shorter, less intense. The boys she’d been with were always asking if they were hurting her, if it was OK if they did that, could she please do this. Fucking Cameron had been nasty, instinctual, and fun. He didn’t feel the need to ask permission, and she liked that.

If she was going to get fucked again she doubted it could be with one of the regular boys from school. It would just be more of the same awkwardness and, well, pussyness from their end. What did that leave her? Older men? Gross! Better to have a kid her age scared out of his wits than a drooling old guy who can’t get it up. If only she could be sure she got what she wanted—but there are no guarantees in life, she supposed.

Sara, having been lost in thought, realized she had taken a wrong turn off the main street and turned around to head back. She ran smack into a fat guy who’d been behind her, knocking herself over. He, with his larger mass, barely changed direction.

“Don’t you kids watch where you’re going?!” and he grumbled as he shuffled on his way.

Sara gave him the finger behind his back, got up, brushed herself off, and looked at the door she was in front of. “Magick Within Reach,” read the stenciled letters on the window. Below the words was an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of bright yellow paper with words hastily written in sharpie reading, “You deserve to get what you want!”

Sara wouldn’t normally go into a store with a geeky name like that, but she was trying to stop worrying and she liked the sentiment on the sign.

“What the hell,” she thought, “it’s true, and what else do I have to do today?”

She thought about who she would give a love potion to if she had one. She rattled off the various sports captains in her head. Craig, the quarterback? Josh, the star pitcher? Hm, maybe Alex, swim team. Yum.

When she pushed open the heavy door at the top of the stairs her fears were mostly confirmed. The store was total goth-central, full of worn-looking objects with skulls on them, tacky jewelry with huge gems, and even some creepy-styled objects that would look great on some goth’s computer desk at home. The place was probably run by some senile old perv. At the moment, though, there wasn’t anyone in sight, no customers and no clerks. Sara made her way up to the cash register and rang the small bell there.

Sara heard the springs of a couch squeak, and much to her surprise a young black man emerged from the door behind the counter. He looked surprised to see a customer.

“Uh, may I help you?”

“Oh!” she said. “I thought you were going to be some old wizard man or something.”

The man smiled. He looked college age and had soft features, not at all like the burly movers this morning. He wasn’t as gothy as she’d feared, he had those strap-covered S&M pants but that was it. He was pretty cute actually.

“He’s off today, actually. I’m the, uh, summer intern. I’m Wayne.” He scratched his head.

“You get college credit for working in a joke shop?” Sara thought he had it pretty good.

He laughed nervously. “This isn’t a joke shop, this is the real thing! I get credit for my Old English class by studying those ancient tomes all day. Fascinating volumes, they are.”

Sara looked at him sideways. What a geek!

“So what, you sell wands and flying broomsticks here?”

“And books, enchanted rings, potions, that sort of thing. Although you’re, uh, my first customer. People don’t really come in much.”

“And ‘I deserve to get what I want?’”

“If that’s what the sign says,” he said, grinning at his shoes, not making eye contact. “All you have to do is ask, that’s what Ben says.”

“Ben?”

“The wizard you mentioned.”

Sara sighed.

“And what if what I want is a potion to get a guy to fuck me?”

Sara had never seen a black person go pale with fear, but Wayne did. Sara giggled in her squeaky way.

“Well, ahem,” he said, clearing his throat, “we have a strict privacy policy, and, well: yes.” He looked like he wanted to say more.

“But, what?” Sara asked.

“Well,” he scratched his head again, “I was just thinking that—I wouldn’t think you’d need one.”

Sara took the question seriously, as opposed to as flattery.

“True, I could probably get into the swim captain’s pants, but I don’t want another fumble session where the guy can’t figure out how to get my bra off.”

“Maybe you should be more specific,” Wayne said, sitting down on a stool and taking out a pad of paper and a pen. Sara was surprised it wasn’t a quill and parchment, but maybe a bic and legal pad was more practical. He was turning red now, but he was keeping the conversation professional.

“Just tell me what you want and we’ll see what we can do.”

Sara felt nervous putting it into words, but she forced herself to.

“I don’t want him to baby me, to worry if I’m having a good time or if he’s not pleasing me enough. No nervousness. He should take what he wants.”

Wayne was nodding, writing, and not looking at her. “So sort of a bodice-ripping thing.”

“Well yes, but, you know, he can’t go too far. I mean, he has to do what I say.”

Wayne paused, then continued writing.

“So he should be a little dumb. Follow your lead, but not question that lead and take initiative when possible.”

“Sure, right.”

“So,” said Wayne, looking up, “like a trained animal.”

That stopped Sara cold. Cameron had been a werewolf. She hadn’t even thought about that since the morning, like her mind was avoiding the issue. Suddenly the image of the werewolf with its cock buried in Chiu’s pussy came to her mind, and it made her nervous. Or wet?

“Yes,” she said, and continued staring into space. “But not, like, literally.”

Wayne laughed a little too loudly as he wrote. “No of course not! Hah!”

He stopped writing.

“Is that about it?”

“Yeah,” Sara said slowly, then snapped back to reality. “Yeah that’s how I want it. You can just whip something up and make any guy do that?”

Wayne smiled again. “The changes you mention are pretty trivial, actually. They align easily with core tendencies, so it’s easy to just tweak a little of this and that and get what we want. That is: yes.”

“Ok, then I’d like one of those please.”

“And how will you be paying?”

Crap. Sara hadn’t taken her wallet when she left her house because she thought she was coming back again. All she had was her house keys and phone.

“Shit. I don’t have my wallet on me.”

Wayne’s face fell. “Oh.”

Sara had an idea. “How about you just mix it up now and put it on the shelf, and I’ll come back later today and get it? I’m really curious to see how it’s done.”

“Well the lab is actually in the back, but I don’t see why we can’t do that.”

Wayne went off through the door, then came out a moment later for the list, which he had forgotten on the counter. Sara figured if she went home, got her wallet, and then came back, it would only take an hour. She felt like she needed to keep moving on this plan before too much time passed and she talked herself out of it. Best to text Alex and make a date with him soon. She could attach a picture of her cleavage if he forgot who she was. Sara started taking selfies, but didn’t like the background. Too dark.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Wayne emerged with a test-tube filled with what looked like orange juice, except that smoke was billowing softly out of the top.

“That’s it?” she asked, staring at the tube. Her wishes and dreams, in liquid form.

“Yup, that’s it.”

“And I just spike his drink or something?”

“You can do that, although it isn’t necessary. It’s very potent, and basically as long as it comes into contact with part of his body it’ll work.”

“And what, he’ll just start banging away?”

“No, there’s a few minutes while the potion takes hold, then he’s yours for a while. I’ll just leave it on the shelf until you get back. I just need to find a cork.”

“Actually,” said Sara, biting her lip. “Can I see it? Up close? It’s really pretty.” She looked into his eyes. She stuck out her chest ever so slightly.

“Sure,” he said, eyes darting down and then up. He brought the tube closer to her. “See the swirls in it? That’s the different ingredients that don’t quite blend together.”

Their faces were less than a foot apart, separated by the small glass tube.

She looked at him again.

“You’re cute you know, you just need to loosen up.”

And she hit Wayne’s hand from below, splashing the contents of the tube all over him.

* * *

Wayne shook the liquid off of him, spitting it on the ground. Smoke rose from his face and shirt where it had splashed. He gave Sara a look that burned.

“You bitch!”

“That’s the spirit!” she said. “So what do you think, on the counter?”

Wayne had a faraway look for a moment, then shook his head like something was rattling inside it.

“Uh, no, we have to go to the break room. I don’t think your parents can afford to replace all the junk you’ll break out here. God, are you even 18?”

“Nope! Guess you’ll have to keep this quiet then!”

“Not too quiet I hope,” he added. Wayne shook his head again. He looked around desperately.

Sara moved behind the counter and passed Wayne on the way to the door. His eyes started losing focus and became dull.

“Something I’m forgetting...” he mumbled to himself. His hand started grabbing at his crotch absently.

Sara thought for a moment.

“Maybe you should close the store? Lock up for ‘lunch?’” she offered.

Wayne’s eyes snapped back to reality again.

“Yes! That’s it.”

He made a small motion with his hand, and Sara heard a clunk from the door.

“Cool! Show me something else!”

Wayne was gasping now. He pushed Sara somewhat roughly through the door.

“No... emergencies only... not supposed to show off...” he said, trailing off.

As Sara heard Wayne lock up the register with the last vestiges of his normal intelligence, she looked around the room. It looked more like a cheap den than anything else. It had a worn couch whose cushions were molded to the shape of a couple decades’ butts. On an end table was a book, presumably the one Wayne had been reading when Sara came in. There was a small table with two chairs that had the remnants of lunch, a burrito and a soda. There were windows across one wall with venetian blinds, and an air conditioner in one. The room was otherwise lined completely with packed bookcases whose shelves sagged under the weight of all the volumes. There was a door across from the one she had come in marked “lab, do not enter” in the same hasty Sharpie writing that’d first lured her inside.

Sara turned on the air conditioner and enjoyed the cool air blowing in her face until rough hands grabbed her boobs from behind, pulling her backward against a strong body. She let out a coo of pleasure. She couldn’t help wondering, why did boys always go for the boobs first?

The hands pulled hard, squeezing her tits against her chest. Fingers and thumbs found her nipples, and squeezed. She let out a moan. The hands loosened enough for her to turn around.

Sara could see a change that had come over Wayne. His eyes were dull and vacant, but there was an intensity of purpose that was impossible to miss. The muscles in his face were taught, making his face less soft and more angular.

He pulled at her shirt in places.

“Why... this on?” he said simply.

Sara put her finger to his lips, stifling a squeak.

“Better you don’t talk, or I’ll be laughing too hard. But you’re right.”

Without further ado she crossed her arms and lifted the top off her body and undid her jeans, letting them puddle on the floor. She stepped out of each pant leg and sandal, leaving her nude. She saw his approval in the motion at his crotch. He grasped at it again, adjusting it.

Sara knelt down and undid his S&M pants—luckily the straps were just for show, the actual waist was simple. She pushed them down his legs, and reached into his boxers.

She had wondered if, as a black guy, Wayne’s dick would be huge like Cameron’s, but it was regular sized. It was darker than the rest of him, and thickly veined. A small amount of precum was already dribbling from the tip.

She was admiring the cock when Wayne put his hand on the back of her head and forced her mouth onto it. She didn’t have much time to get it wet before he started forcing it all the way down her throat. He put his other hand on the back of her head too and started face-fucking her with short thrusts.

Sara leaned against Wayne with one hand, feeling his abs work. The other found her pussy and started rubbing the outer lips. She was soaking wet and her clit was a hard, sensitive nub. She could already force in two or three fingers easily.

Sara pushed against Wayne slightly and he slowed down almost immediately, allowing her to remove the cock from her mouth. Long trails of spit came with it.

“Ah, you are a good boy. You know what really good boys do? Eat pussy.”

She walked over to the couch and plopped on it, hearing the springs complain. She spread her legs wide, and traced her outer lips with her fingers. Wayne’s eyes were locked onto her cunt and he moved toward her like she was magnetic. He nearly tripped, and realized his pants were still around his ankles, so he removed those and his shoes.

“Remember to get rid of that shirt, boy.” Sara had a chill of naughtiness, calling him that. It was super bad.

Wayne nodded dumbly and took off his shirt. He knelt on the floor in what looked like a near tumble and plunged his face into her box, overwhelming her with stimulus. He grabbed her ass with both hands, pushing her into his face.

“Oohhh!!” she squeaked.

Wayne lapped at her pussy, plunging his tongue inside her. He might not have a large cock, but he sure had a long tongue! It plunged deep inside her, driving her nerves wild and quickly pushing her toward orgasm. She was moaning constantly now, her voice getting higher and higher. Sara pinched her nipples like he’d done, and the wave crashed over as his tongue dragged itself right across her clit in one long lick.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Don’t stop!” she squealed.

And he didn’t, continuing to lick her in earnest. Finally she came down from the high, breathing deeply. She pushed lightly at Wayne’s head, and he looked up, face covered in her juices. She pushed forward off the back of the couch and licked his face, tasting him and her and all that salty wonderfulness.

He stood up, lifting her with him. Even after he was standing, he continued to lift her. Sara gave a cry of surprise at his strength. She hadn’t expected him to be able to lift her so easily. Finally her tits were in line with his face, and he mashed his head in between them. Then he started licking and sucking at her nipples, while all she could do was hang on for dear life.

Sara felt his hands move between her legs, and felt him spread her pussy lips apart. She lowered herself down and felt his cock bury itself in her snatch in one wet stroke. He grabbed her ass again and began to fuck her, bouncing her on his dick. Sara found she didn’t need to hold on anymore, and let go of his shoulders. She closed her eyes and began to catch the next wave as he pounded into her.

Suddenly he grabbed her tits again, squeezing them like he was milking them, sucking on her nipples at the same time. Sara’s eyes shot open and she flailed about for a moment, wondering how it was she hadn’t fallen to the ground. She looked down at Wayne, and he stopped licking her nipples long enough to flash a big grin at her. He was using some sort of magical ability to keep her in the air!

She hugged his head and pressed her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh very good boy, very good!”

Sara relaxed and leaned back onto nothing as Wayne continued to fuck her in mid-air. He leaned back as well, although he seemed to need to prop himself up on one of the chairs. He was sweating profusely now and began to grunt as his strokes became harder and deeper. Then he leaned forward and spun her on his cock so she was facing the floor and he was doing her from behind. He grabbed her ass and pounded with all his might, while all Sara could do was take it.

Soon he let out a deep guttural groan, and held her against his body. She felt his dick spasm inside her as he came. She flexed her kegels to say ‘thanks.’ That earned her another groan and spasm from her good boy.

Suddenly whatever had been holding her up disappeared, and Sara crashed to the floor ass-first, her fall somewhat broken by the old carpet.

“Ow! Asshole, watch what you’re doing! Bad boy!”

Sara glared at Wayne, and he looked down at her sheepishly, his cock softening and dripping with cum. She couldn’t feel bad for him for long.

* * *

Two weekends later, Wayne’s control had improved dramatically. Sara still insisted that he use the potion because it helped him loosen up. They had tried having sex without it a couple times, and he was so nervous that he couldn’t get it up. After that, she gave him a choice between having sex or keeping his full intelligence, and he gladly abandoned his mind temporarily for the chance to feel his cock buried in her pussy again. Sara wished he could get over his problem and loosen up on his own, but for now this was the only way she could get satisfaction.

Wayne had just gotten off and let her down as gently as a feather in front of the air conditioner so she could cool off. She had been dropped a few times after their first encounter, but her orgasms were so good she was willing to put up with it. He knew his future sex-life depended on mastering telekinesis, and he had clearly been spending all of his spare time practicing.

“You’ve been a very good boy, do you think you can get me off again?“

Wayne looked nervously at the door that led to the lab, beyond which was the area that Ben lived in. At this moment Ben was sleeping, having left Wayne in charge of the store.

“Don’t worry about the old man, he’s not going to wake up. Come on, isn’t there something new we can do?”

Wayne furrowed his brow in a parody of deep thought, and then brightened up. His cock gave a lurch too. Sara liked the funny faces he made when he was on the potion, they were so cute.

“I guess so, huh,” Sara said.

Wayne grinned madly and closed his eyes.

Slowly he opened them back up, and looked at the door to the shop. Sara looked over his shoulder but couldn’t see anything. Then, around the corner and into the room, came a thick white rope, hovering in midair.

“Uh...” Sara said. “Where’d that come from?”

Wayne just grinned and shrugged his shoulders as the rope continued to float through the door and into the room. Sara stared at it and imagined all the things he could do with it.

Sara tried to sit back on the couch and wait for the rope to come, but she discovered that her feet were no longer touching the ground. Wayne had floated her a few inches in the air, and now she drifted to the center of the room as the rope snaked its way toward her. It found her right foot, and the frayed end of the rope tickled the bottom of her feet. She squeaked at the sensation. It was soft and springy, not rough at all.

Wayne watched as she hung in midair, the rope snaking around her calf and up her leg. He stroked his dick openly and it was quickly regaining its hardness. The rope was up to her thigh and it tickled her, driving her wild. She pulled on her nipples, trying to detract from the intense feelings coming from her crotch. This only doubled the stimulation and made her wetter.

“Oh good boy, where did you learn this?“

Wayne shrugged simply and mumbled, “Practice.”

The rope slithered over toward her pussy lips and it glided between them, rubbing against her clit directly. Sara cried out, her orgasm sneaking up on her and taking her away without warning. The rope continued to pull along her pussy as she spasmed.

She tried to pinch her nipples again, but discovered that the rope had wrapped around her wrists and was holding them apart. More length of rope had encircled each breast and held them apart, squeezing them slightly, making them seem even larger than usual. Her nipples were diamond hard points that caught the wind of the air conditioner and made her shiver. Finally, the end of the rope was wrapped up and down each leg, holding her ankles apart. The loose end of the rope hung near her pussy, almost a penis of her own. She was completely immobilized.

Wayne admired her form as the rope held her, stroking his now totally-hard cock. He made a spinning motion with his left hand, and Sara spun around in the air so her ass was pointed right at him. This time when she spun, it wasn’t gentle, it was like the rope was pulling her body around with it. This caused all sorts of rubbing, squeezing, and slightly painful sensations where the rope touched her skin.

She kept rotating until she was nearly facing the ground again, and once again Wayne approached her from behind. The ropes tightened and her legs were pulled wide apart to give him access. For the first time in a while she was a little worried. She suspected that Wayne was a little kinky, but she didn’t know how much and with the potion, he didn’t ask her permission. How far would he go?

“Unngggh,” she groaned, “gonna fuck me from behind again? Hee, you like that.”

His cock touched her pussy lips, causing a jolt of pleasure like a spark. She let out another squeal and tried to force her cunt onto his dick, but was unable to move. He rubbed his dick up and down, getting it wet again, but he didn’t push in.

“Be a good boy, fuck me, fuck me...” she moaned in desperation, unable to move or even finger herself.

He backed away, and she readied herself, but Sara was unprepared for the feeling of his dickhead against her anus.

“Oh, you naughty boy! You want my ass?” she gasped. It was too late now, he was going to take her whether she wanted it or not. Hopefully he’d take it slow.

Wayne pushed hard, his pussyjuice-slick dick trying to force its way into her tight hole. The ropes began to pull in the opposite direction, and the head of his cock poked inside. Sara wanted to pinch her nipples, to rub her pussy, but she couldn’t.

“Oh god, I’m so close. I just need to pinch my nipples and I’ll come, oh god.”

He didn’t respond, and continued pushing his dick inside her. He seemed to much bigger than before. Her frustration built as all she felt was the pressure on her ass as he mindlessly forced his way inside her. Her juices were dripping onto the floor now.

Finally he bottomed out, his balls not quite brushing her pussy. He slowly pulled out, still only touching her with his dick, until only the head was inside. Sara’s clit felt like it was reaching out, trying to touch anything, even to steal a slight breeze from the AC unit, but no, she wasn’t pointed that way. Wayne started fucking her with long, slow strokes, waiting for her ass to loosen up completely.

“I’m so close, oh god Wayne, squeeze my nipples.” Her voice was at its highest pitch now, she was going crazy. She felt movement on her tits, and saw two small tendrils of rope that had unwound themselves from the main length and were snaking their way across the expanse of her flesh, toward the nipples. At the same, she felt the loosen end of the rope near her pussy stiffen make its way toward her cunt.

“Oh god yes, oh god yes” she babbled, watching the tendrils near her nipples. “Make me cum make me cum make me cummmm!!!!”

Her voice rose to a shriek as the tendrils wrapped themselves tight around her nipples and the end of the rope plunged into her pussy. The short length fucked in and out with shallow thrusts. At the same time, Wayne grabbed her ass and fucked her hard, pulling himself deep into her ass. Amazingly she didn’t come right away, and instead felt the wave crest higher as she felt the textured cords of the rope pump in and out of her pussy, vibrating against her walls. The threads at her nipples rolled up and down the hard points, causing shockwaves to shoot from each one back down to her clit.

Wayne continued fucking her until he pulled her ass tight against his dick, grinding it into him and groaning in a low rumble. Sara felt his dick spasm again, and the rope in her cunt seemed to stiffen as well, and she came hard, arms and legs still outstretched, a cock deep in her ass and as good as another in her pussy. Her body was wracked with spasms as she exploded harder than she ever had before, the pleasure cascading up and down her body, from her clit to her nipples and back again. It was a long time before she was aware of herself again.

And then it was over, and after Wayne had withdrawn the ropes went slack and fell off her body, and she was gently lowered to the ground. She stumbled over to the couch and lay down.

Somewhat dazed still, she looked over at Wayne. He had downed the antidote he’d cooked up which allowed him to return to normal instantly instead of needing to wait for the formula to wear off. They had discovered early on that it could take hours depending on the dosage. He was shaking his head, his eyes regaining their clarity, the softness of his features returning. He looked over at Sara, lying spread eagle and fanning her pussy and still-gaping asshole, and went pale again. She smiled.

“Yes,” she sighed.

* * *

A short time later, Sara was buttoning up her jeans, walking a little crookedly. Wayne was already dressed and was admiring her as she finished putting herself together. She could feel his eyes moving up and down her body as she rearranged her shirt. He shifted as his pants started to become uncomfortable again and sipped a Coke.

“Oh Wayne, are you going to get horny again?”

He shrugged. “I just like watching. When I’m on that stuff everything is sort of hazy.”

“You know you’re too uptight without it, we’d never get anywhere. You’d never try anything like you just did! I should slap you!”

Wayne looked at the floor where the rope lay limply. “I was saving that for later, actually, I could have really messed that up and hurt you.”

Sara leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re so sweet.”

Wayne turned his head and stole more of a kiss, reaching up to feel her breast. She gave him a little slap in the face for that.

“No more grabby grabby. Won’t you be a gentleman and walk me home?”

Wayne stewed, looking at his shoes. She took a swig from his cola, and saw him steal a glance as she arched her back to do so. Sara thought perhaps the world’s problems would be solved if only men had been the ones with the boobs. They couldn’t seem to get enough of them.

“You’re not worried about your dad catching us?”

“Nah, he’s totally clueless.”

“But I gotta finish some stuff and close up the shop...”

“C’mon Wayne, seriously, it’s late and I’m worried...”

Wayne rolled his eyes. “You’re seriously worried about an animal attack? There’s no cougar on the loose, at least none that wants to eat you.”

Three bodies had turned up in the past two weeks, including Crazy Dan, the local crazy guy who yelled unintelligible gibberish at everyone but who was actually kind of sweet and pathetic. He’d been mauled, guts spilled everywhere, by what the police were saying was probably a cougar scared into town from the mountains.

So little was left of another of the corpses that it couldn’t be identified except by a scrap of clothing nearby. It was found to belong to one Cameron Barnes, missing for 4 days previous. There was a giant outcry, a candle-light vigil, and a lot of wannabe sportsmen roaming around town lately. Sara didn’t buy that story for a second, and had a pretty good guess what—or who—was really responsible.

“Walk me home, Wayne. This is part of being a good boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? I thought I was just your convenient drugged-up fuck buddy?”

Sara turned beet-red.

“Fuck buddy? Is that all you think you are to me? I like spending time with you! I gave you a chance, twice, to have sex like a normal person and you couldn’t handle it! I was hoping that you’d loosen up eventually and we could stop using that stuff—it’s expensive, right? Fuck you, I’ll walk home myself.” And she stormed out, making a big show of being barely able to open the heavy shop door.

As she left, she could almost feel his eyes rolling as he got up, whining, “Look, Sara, I’m sorryyyy...”

Accidental Werewolf

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Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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