Forced Perspective

February 29, 2020

The sound of a chainsaw jolted Julia Markham out of her dream. She opened her eyes suddenly and gasped. For a moment she could not register where she was. Gradually, awareness came to her.

She was in her bedroom, back in her house. It was the morning, with early sunlight filtering through the curtains. She was naked and hungry.

And the chainsaw started again, outside.

Cursing under her breath, Julia slowly got out of bed, staggering, wondering why her body felt so heavy and clumsy this morning. Stumbling over one of her shoes, she tumbled forwards, her arms bracing herself. The impact of her arms against the bedroom wall jarred her, and brought her out of the dream she’d started to slip back into.

Nursing her sore wrists, Julia caught the edge of the curtain and pulled it back. The sunlight fell full on her face; she blinked and scowled, looking down.

Half a dozen men wearing yellow hardhats and fluorescent yellow Council tabards were working around a tree which had fallen over, taking out Julia’s car in the driveway and blocking the street. Busy as they were chopping up the huge tree, they did not pay attention to Julia standing in the window.

Julia made her way downstairs. When she got to the foot of the stairs, she realised that there was a smell in the air. Somebody had been smoking. In her home.

Confused and angry, and more than a little frightened, Julia entered her living room and looked around the lounge. Everything seemed to be in order. Shaking her head in confusion, Julia wandered out of the room.

She did not seem to notice a glass ashtray, a cigarette lighter and a small ornate wooden box sitting on the glass coffee table in the middle of the lounge.

A moment later, Julia was in the kitchen. Standing in the doorway for a minute, she shivered, the soles of her feet chill on the linoleum floor.

A fresh croissant was waiting for her on a small covered plate on the kitchen unit, along with jam, butter and a knife. Julia lifted the glass cover and looked at the croissant. It looked as thought she’d prepared it the night before; she just had no recollection of doing so.

She looked around her. The kitchen was exactly the way she’d left it the morning before. Julia frowned, trying to remember what she’d done that other day, when the tree had fallen on her car.

Julia had a vague recollection of seeing her crushed car, the tree across the road, the bystanders staring at the huge tree trunk and scratching their heads.

The telephone rang in the kitchen. Julia picked up the cordless handset. ‘Hello?’ she asked.

‘Hi,’ said the familiar female voice on the end of the line. ‘Karen here. How are you, Julia?’

‘Oh, hi, Boss,’ Julia replied. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t get back in touch with you yesterday. I –’

‘Yesterday?’ Karen exclaimed.

‘Yeah, Monday,’ Julia replied.

‘Girl, today’s Thursday!’ Karen said. Julia nearly dropped the handset from shock.

‘Thursday? How the hell could this be Thursday?’

‘Don’t ask me, girl,’ Karen replied. ‘You’re the one who’s been incommunicado for almost three days!’

Julia stood stunned for a moment.

‘Julia?’ Karen asked. ‘Julia?’

‘Karen?’ Julia asked.

‘What?’

‘Did I close the sale?’

Karen chuckled. ‘Did you ever!’

‘I should be punching the sky right now,’ Julia murmured. Somehow the thought of her receiving a commission from the sale of products from the magazine she was an agent of no longer seemed so urgent.

‘Julia?’

Julia shook her head. ‘Yeah. That’s fantastic news, Boss,’ she said. ‘Look, I can’t remember what I’d been doing since Monday. It’s weird, but I really think I should be able to remember what happened after Monday.’

‘It’s okay, hon,’ Karen said. ‘Look, I’ll talk to Admin. I’ll put you down as taking a few days’ leave since Monday.’

‘Okay. Thanks.’

‘Tell you what,’ Karen added. ‘You’re on my commute route. I’m going to come on over.’

‘Oh, you really don’t have to –’

‘Ah, come on, it’s okay. Old school chums and all.’

‘I wouldn’t want to impose —’

‘It’s fine, girl. You just sit tight. I’m gonna come on over and check out the damage to your car. Somebody told me it’s a complete write off.’

Julia sighed. ‘You could say that,’ she replied.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. Julia jumped, startled. ‘Okay, Karen,’ she said. ‘Come on over, then. I’ll be here.’

‘Okay, Julia,’ Karen replied. The line went dead. The doorbell rang again. Julia sighed, and made her way to the door.

A smiling woman stood in the doorway, carrying a fruit basket. She was wearing a sleeveless red knee-length dress and red high heeled shoes. Short brunette hair framed a heart shaped face.

Her face seemed achingly familiar to Julia. ‘Anna,’ she said.

‘Yep, that’s me,’ said Anna. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Er,’ Julia stammered. Anna brushed past her and entered the house before Julia could object further.

Julia stood a moment in the doorway, looking at the workers. They’d all stopped cutting the tree, and were staring at her.

‘What?’ Julia said, slamming the door on the men.

‘Mind if I smoke?’

Anna’s voice was coming from the living room. Julia ran into the room. She stopped in the doorway, stammering. Anna was already sitting back on Julia’s sofa, taking a long drag on a cigarette. A cloud of blue smoke already hung in the air.

‘Look,’ Julia began.

‘Y’see,’ Anna said, leaning forwards, the hand holding the cigarette pointing at Julia, ‘we already met. You know it. I know it. Only problem is, you can’t ...’

‘Can’t remember,’ Julia replied, finishing Anna’s sentence. ‘What happened?’

‘What’s happening, you mean,’ Anna replied, taking another drag. ‘We weren’t finished with you.’

Julia shook her head. ‘What do you mean?’

‘What do you remember?’

‘Er, not much,’ Julia said. ‘There was a reception area, and a girl, called ... Alicia?’

‘Alicia,’ Anna replied, nodding. ‘Remember anybody else?’

‘Doctor ... Henderson?’

‘Good,’ Anna said. ‘Memory’s coming back.’

‘No,’ Julia said. ‘I feel I should know the names. I know your name’s Anna. It’s just ... I don’t remember what I did there.’

‘Did you get the good news?’ Anna asked.

‘About?’

‘The sale,’ Anna replied, executing a French snap and inhale and blowing out a thin streamer of blue smoke. ‘You closed the sale. He bought a whole wardrobe from your catalogue, and you got your commission. You should be very happy.’

‘It won’t be enough to cover the purchase of a new car,’ Julia replied, jerking her thumb towards the outside.

Anna stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray and shook her head. ‘Don’t worry about that,’ she said. ‘Just wait and see.’

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Well, for one thing,’ Anna said, sitting back, ‘you might have noticed how you haven’t been picking up the phone and calling the police, even though there’s a strange woman sitting in your room, smoking. And you don’t smoke, do you?’

‘No,’ Julia replied, shaking her head, ‘I don’t.’

‘And for another thing,’ Anna said, her voice gentler. She got up, and crossed over the living room to Julia. She touched Julia’s arm. Julia looked down. And gasped.

She was still naked. She had not put on one scrap of clothing.

Blushing deeply, Julia reflexively crossed one arm over her breasts, her other hand covering her bush. Anna chuckled and shook her head.

‘Get – get out!’ Julia cried. ‘Just – just get out! Now!’

Anna shrugged and smiled. ‘I’ll see you later,’ she said. ‘When you’re ready, call me. My number’s on the card.’ She pointed to the fruit basket on the coffee table. Julia looked over, and saw that indeed there was a card on the top of the fruits.

When Julia turned back to say something, Anna was already heading for the door. Just once, Anna glanced back at Julia; and for a moment, Julia saw something in Anna’s eyes.

Pain.

Then the smile came back, and Anna turned and was gone. The door closed behind her.

There was a knock on the door. Julia, now clothed in a plain white blouse and her favourite dark blue slacks, came up to the door. She peered through the frosted glass, and saw dark skin and frizzy hair. She opened the door, and Karen stood in the entrance, smiling.

Karen was a little shorter than Julia, with coffee coloured skin, dark frizzy hair and deep brown, almost black, eyes. She was wearing a black business suit over a cream blouse. The top button of her blouse was undone.

‘You gonna let me in?’ Karen asked.

‘Yeah, sure,’ Julia replied, letting Karen come in. ‘I’ll put on a cuppa for us,’ she added. Karen went into the living room. Julia went into the kitchen.

‘Whoof,’ Karen exclaimed, from the living room. ‘Who’s been smoking in here? You?’ She chuckled. ‘You never told me you’d started smoking, girl!’

‘It wasn’t me,’ Julia said. ‘It was —’

‘Who?’

Julia looked up from the kettle. She shook her head. ‘Nobody,’ she replied. ‘I got a visitor this morning. Insurance. You know, the car.’

‘And he smoked? On duty? In your house?’

‘He carried the smell in with him,’ Julia replied. ‘Hold on. I’ll get the air freshener.’

‘Don’t worry on my part,’ Karen replied. ‘Long as someone’s been smoking here already ...’

Julia heard a lighter snap, and she groaned inwardly. ‘Karen ...!’ she moaned.

‘Relax,’ Karen said. ‘I’ll clean out the ashtray when I’m done.’

‘Ashtray?’ Julia murmured. ‘What ashtray?’ She bent down to the closet beneath the sink, where the cleaning stuff was kept. She began to rummage around inside, looking for her usual Otrazon spray, but there wasn’t any.

‘Funny,’ she said to herself, ‘I could have sworn ...’

Her hands found an aerosol bottle. She took it out and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar brand name.

‘I don’t remember a spray called Oxytocin,’ she said to herself. ‘Well, if it works ...’

A few minutes later, Julia entered the living room, where a large smoke cloud hung in the air. Karen was lounging back against the sofa, breathing out a stream of smoke.

‘Who left you all this stuff?’ Karen asked.

‘What stuff?’ Julia asked. ‘The fruit basket?’

‘Yeah,’ Karen replied, stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray, ‘and the Turkish smokes.’

‘What Turkish smokes?’ Julia asked. Then she saw the box, open, containing cigarettes.

‘Hold on,’ Julia said, puzzled. ‘The ... the box ... she didn’t bring the box in. Just the basket. The box was ... She shook her head. ‘The box was already there. Why do I remember the box?’

‘What are you talking about?’ Karen said.

‘Oh, hang on,’ Julia replied, coughing. ‘Damned smoke. I can’t think straight in this fug.’ She crossed to the window and opened it to let the smoke out. Then she went back to the middle of the room, shaking the aerosol bottle.

‘Here,’ she said, spraying towards the ceiling. A fine mist descended on them both. Julia felt her skin faintly tingling where it came into contact with her face and neck. She shivered.

‘I thought this was air freshener,’ Karen said, waving her hand to clear the air.

‘So did I,’ Julia replied.

‘Doesn’t seem to have done much good,’ Karen said. She smiled and sat back on the sofa, patting the seat beside her. ‘Anyway, come and sit here. Talk to me about why you disappeared for three days straight. What have you been up to?’

Julia sat down, looking at Karen. Her friend’s eyes seemed darker than usual. Her pupils were dilating. Julia felt a thrill as Karen smiled. It felt good to have a friend like her.

Julia smiled, and Karen leaned forwards. ‘You know what?’ Julia said.

‘No idea, hon,’ Karen replied, her voice soft.

‘I really can’t remember jack shit about the last three days,’ Julia said, her own voice softening. Something about Karen’s soft, low voice just ... ‘I went to that address you sent me to, what was it called ...’

‘I got a number and a street,’ Karen said, ‘and a name. Doctor Henderson. That’s all.’ Karen bit her lower lip momentarily.

‘Well, Julia said, ‘it turned out to be his business premises. Something something research institute.’ A moment later, the name came to her. ‘Sharpton! Sharpton something!’

‘Okay. What next?’

‘I can’t remember,’ Julia said. ‘There was a woman. Anna. Short dark hair. I ... I remember her from the place.’

‘What do you remember?’ Karen asked. Her face was flushing.

‘I ... nothing,’ Julia replied, feeling an odd glow in her cheeks. Karen’s face was close. Very close. ‘I don’t remember anything. Anything at all.’

‘That’s a shame,’ Karen replied, biting her lip again.

‘I ... the next thing is,’ Julia added, ‘I woke up, and I was ... well, when I came down, it was like somebody’d been smoking in the living room, and ...’ She waved at the box. ‘The box was already here, I think. But Anna, she brought the fruit basket later.’ Somehow, the thought of this Anna being on such intimate terms made Julia feel more horny than frightened.

‘And ... and there was something else, too,’ Julia ventured.

‘What?’ Karen asked.

‘I ... I was ...’ Julia could not finish the sentence.

‘You were what? Smoking?’ Karen grinned. ‘Naked?’

Julia flinched. Karen caught the look on her face. ‘No,’ she said. A moment later, Karen giggled. ‘You were! Oh my God, you were naked!’

‘You don’t have to broadcast it,’ Julia replied. Karen went on laughing.

Karen slowly settled down, sighed and looked at Julia. ‘I never put you down as the barefoot hippy type,’ she said. ‘You were always so uptight in school.’

Her hands were resting close to Julia’s. Julia found her fingers touching Karen’s, and then covering them. Karen didn’t seem to mind, even when Julia began sliding her hand up Karen’s arm.

‘Hang on. Anna? Anna from the lab?’ Karen asked. Julia nodded. Karen turned her face away for a moment to look at the fruit basket. Julia found herself desperately wanting Karen to turn her face back, so she could look at those eyes again.

‘So the box with the cigarettes was already here, and Anna from the lab came back with a fruit basket? Girl, what the hell have you gotten into? What’s her number again?’ Karen began to lean forwards to look at the basket. Julia also moved, leaning forwards to touch Karen’s chin with a slender finger, turning Karen’s head back towards her.

‘What ...?’ Karen asked. She looked at Julia’s face. They locked gazes for a moment.

‘I ... I never realised how much I want to ... to kiss you before,’ Julia said. ‘Till now.’

‘Me too,’ Karen whispered, her blush deepening.

They kissed, Karen’s lips warm and dry, her breath still smoky and strange from the “Turkish” cigarette. Every touch of Karen’s lips sent electric thrills down Julia’s body. Her arms snaked around Karen, drew her tighter towards Julia. Karen responded by winding her own arms about Julia.

Together, kissing deeply, their eyes closed, Karen guided Julia down onto the sofa.

Julia woke up slowly. Someone was lying on top of her, and she felt stiff and sore from sleeping on the sofa. Her body tingled in the afterglow, particularly between her legs. She’d had one hell of an orgasm. She could still feel vaginal juices warm and slick, drying slowly on her fingertips.

Opening her eyes, she saw Karen, her face a few inches from her, breathing gently, still asleep.

Julia’s arms were still around Karen’s waist. Julia gasped as she realised that Karen was naked; the bare skin of her back was in direct contact with her bare arm.

She gasped again as she realised that her own arm was not the only part of her that was bare. Once again, she was naked.

‘You’ve got a tattoo,’ Julia murmured, looking at the design of pursed lips above Karen’s left nipple. ‘I thought the company frowned on tats. When did you get a tat done?’

Karen stirred slowly, opening her eyes. She looked at Julia.

‘Honey,’ she murmured, sleepily.

Despite herself, Julia kissed Karen on the mouth, slowly sucking at her lower lip. ‘Hey,’ she said.

‘I ... I don’t know what to say ...’ Karen said. ‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’

‘Nor me,’ Julia replied. ‘But I’m not a lesbian.’ She tried to think of the last man she’d had sex with. A stranger’s face flashed in her mind, hovering a few inches from Julia’s face, straining; the name “Ted” bobbed up from the depths.

Julia gasped. Karen looked at her. ‘What?’

‘There was ... was a man ...’ Julia said. ‘And a woman, too. I think she could have been his ... his wife.’

A memory flashed into her mind; a blonde, seemingly drunk, naked, dancing in front of her, gyrating her hips at Julia, and Julia doing the same. She had another memory, of being naked and dancing, and touching a man’s erect cock.

‘Damn,’ Karen chuckled. ‘I always knew you had to have been bi like me, but ... damn.’

‘These ... I think they’re memories,’ Julia said. ‘I think I’m recovering my memories. Karen; why did the two of us just end up making love like this?’

‘God knows,’ Karen replied. ‘All I can say is, I feel like I could still go another round with you any time.’

‘I know.’

‘It’s like all at once, I couldn’t keep my hands off you.’

‘Me neither,’ Julia replied.

‘But I’ve got things to do,’ Karen added. ‘This has put the kibosh on my whole day’s schedule.’

She got up. Julia looked at Karen’s naked body. She felt that same thrill she’d experienced when they’d kissed earlier.

‘I’ve just gotta ask, though,’ Karen added, turning around and bending down over the coffee table, ‘if anyone can tell you what has been happening to you, most likely this one can.’

She turned back, disappointing Julia – who’d been enjoying the sight of Karen’s dark, furry snatch and her glorious butt – and showed Julia something in her hand.

The business card. The one Anna had left on the fruit basket.

‘Wonder what’ll happen when I call this number?’ Karen asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Julia replied. ‘She told me that when I was ready, I should call her back.’

Karen pushed Julia’s legs to one side and sat on the sofa beside her. ‘Well, I think you’re pretty damned ready now.’

‘Better put our clothes back on first,’ Julia said. ‘Answering the door to Anna naked, twice in one day, is bound to get the neighbours talking.’

‘Girl,’ Karen replied, chuckling, ‘they’ve got you into some seriously kinky shit.’

When Anna returned, it was late in the afternoon. The BBC’s afternoon detective shows had come to an end, and there was nothing to watch on the TV. Karen zapped channels and sighed.

‘Digital telly’s supposed to have all this great stuff on it,’ she yelled. Julia, in the kitchen, stuck her head into the hall.

‘I don’t watch it much nowadays anyway,’ she replied.

The doorbell rang. Julia answered it.

‘Did you try some of the fruits?’ Anna asked, as Julia opened the door.

‘Did you spike them?’

Anna shook her head. ‘Nope. Bought them myself from Sainsbury’s. Better than getting one commercially – florists put wax on the fruits in their presentation fruit baskets. Give me an allergy every time. It’s easier to just buy a wicker basket and fill it up yourself.’

‘You’ve got some explaining to do,’ Julia said, grabbing Anna’s arm and yanking her into the house before slamming the door shut behind her.

‘Anna turned to face Julia. ‘Where do you want to start?’ she asked, apparently unphased by Julia’s hostility.

‘Well, for a start, my Boss is here,’ Julia said. ‘What’s in those cigarettes you’ve left for me?’

‘Whatever do you mean?’

‘They’re not Turkish smokes, are they?’ Julia asked.

Anna shook her head. ‘They’re a ... special blend,’ she replied. ‘But they aren’t Turkish. And no, they’re not grass, either.’

‘But ... but I don’t smoke!’ Julia said. ‘What made you leave me something like that?’

Awareness, and memory, dawned. ‘Hang on,’ she said. ‘You left me them behind ... because you’ve been here.’

Anna smiled. ‘Those three days? The three missing days? I was here. The whole time.’

‘Smoking those damned cigarettes.’

Anna nodded.

‘Me too?’

‘Not all the time,’ Anna replied. ‘Just once or twice.’

Julia felt appalled. ‘Why would I have let you in here at all?’

‘Because I was assigned by the Sharpton Institute to keep an eye on you, to make sure no harm came to you,’ Anna replied.

‘Harm?’

‘Can I show you something?’ Anna asked. ‘It’ll only take a few minutes.’

‘Can Karen watch as well?’

‘Sure,’ Anna replied. ‘I want to show you a DVD I brought along.’

Karen sat up as Anna entered. Anna had a handbag; she rummaged about inside it for a moment, producing a DVD in a clear jewel case. Crossing the room, Anna knelt to insert the DVD into the player, before standing up again and turning to face the women. Julia sat down next to Karen, and both of them looked up at Anna.

‘I brought along some footage of what went on ... on Monday,’ Anna said. ‘When you first came in to the Sharpton Institute.’ She pressed PLAY on the remote, and an image appeared. A windowless room with furniture, a coffee table with an ornate wooden box, lighter and ashtray, a table and chair at the back and a small closet.

‘This is room A 113,’ Anna said. ‘Doctor Henderson assigned you to this room to start with.’ As she spoke, Julia entered the room on the screen with Anna. Anna cued the image; on screen, Anna went through the introduction before leaving Julia behind in the room, waiting for Dr Henderson.

‘What’s going on here?’ Julia asked.

‘Here it comes,’ Anna replied. ‘Here’s where we ... we ...’

‘Turned Julia into a guinea pig,’ Karen interjected.

As Julia and Karen watched, the TV image of Julia got up and paced about the room. With Anna still cueing everything at twice normal speed, they saw Julia as her behaviour slowly began to change.

‘What did you do to me?’ Julia asked.

‘Key 509,’ Anna replied. ‘As a gas, slowly fed into the room, and in liquid form in the coffee as well as those “Turkish” cigarettes. We also threw in some subliminals as well. You couldn’t hear them, but they were there, in the music.’

‘What’s this “Key 509” stuff, then? Nerve gas?’

‘Hell, no,’ Anna replied. ‘Main ingredient’s harmless. It’s a hormone called oxytocin.’

Julia gasped. She raced out of the living room and made her way into the kitchen. A moment later she was back, carrying the aerosol can which she thrust into Anna’s face.

‘You mean this shit?’ she yelled.

‘Yeah,’ Anna replied. ‘It’s a bonding hormone. Mothers and babies are awash with it. It helps them to bond together. Lovers feel it, too. It engenders trust like nobody’s business.’

‘And what’s stopping me from spraying you all over with it now?’

Anna smiled. ‘What if we’re all under its influence already?’ she asked.

‘What do you mean?’

Anna looked back at the TV, where Karen sat watching the show, gripping the remote, transfixed by what she was seeing. On the screen, the TV image of Julia was walking around with her blouse undone, her bra visible. As they watched, Julia found a thick book that looked like a catalogue. Sitting at the table, she began to pore over it.

‘This is where the subliminals kicked in,’ Anna whispered. As Julia watched herself on the screen, her jaw dropped as she saw herself slowly undressing, lighting cigarettes, drinking the vile coffee and looking at the images of naked women in the book.

‘Right,’ Julia muttered. ‘That’s it. I’m gonna call the police. Karen, you watch this one. Try to make sure she doesn’t do anything funny.’

Karen grunted, mumbled something, but stayed put.

‘Karen?’ Julia asked.

Karen looked lost, staring at the screen. Karen looked down, and saw that Karen’s fingers were dipping into her slacks. She was focused on Julia’s hypnotised antics on the screen, and masturbating furiously.

‘Did Karen smoke one of these cigarettes today?’ Anna asked, holding up the box for Anna to look at.

‘Yeah, she did earlier,’ Julia replied. ‘I sprayed that oxy ... stuff into the air to clear it up. It wasn’t much cop as an air freshener, I can tell you.’

Anna smiled. ‘Wasn’t meant to,’ she replied. ‘What happened then? I mean, between the two of you?’

Julia blushed furiously at the memory of the two of them, locked together in sexual passion.

‘You had sex, didn’t you? The two of you?’

Julia nodded, her cheeks glowing.

Anna nodded, biting her lower lip a moment. She looked at Karen, and back at Julia. ‘She’s well into it now, isn’t she?’

Julia looked at Karen. ‘Looks like it,’ she replied.

‘Julia,’ Anna said, ‘you bonded with her. She’s yours. Give her a minute. Then go up to her and talk to her.’

‘What do I say?’

As Julia watched, something changed on the TV. The image of Anna came in. She gave Julia an instruction. By now, Julia was naked.

‘I looked stoned in that,’ Julia said. She looked at Karen. ‘She looks like that now.’

Anna looked at Karen’s face. ‘Uh-oh,’ she said.

‘What?’ Julia asked, looking at Karen. ‘Is she supposed to be looking like that, with her eyes rolling up in her face?’

Anna shook her head. ‘TML,’ she said, her voice urgent. She grabbed Julia’s shoulders. ‘Too. Much. Love,’ she said. ‘Quick. She’s overdosing. You have to do something.’

‘Like what?’

‘You have to let her love you. Now.’

‘Or else what?’ Julia asked.

‘Or else,’ Anna replied, drawing her finger across her throat.

‘Oh,’ Julia said, turning to face Karen. A knot of fear rose up Julia’s spine. ‘What do I do?’ she asked Anna.

‘Just ... just call to her,’ Anna whispered. ‘But do it now.’

‘Ka- Karen, honey,’ Julia stammered. Karen looked up at her, her lust plain on her face. Karen reached out for Julia; Julia embraced her, Karen kissing Julia passionately like a starving woman.

With a grunt, Karen tugged at Julia’s clothes. Julia felt the fabric of her blouse part. She began undoing Karen’s clothes. The couple fell to the ground, wrestling one another out of their clothes.

Now down to their underwear, Karen began kissing Julia’s neck, shoulders and throat as Julia, gasping, began to unclip Karen’s bra. As she struggled with the clasp, for a moment she found herself thinking of one of her exes, Brian Goodwin from the Fifth Year at the graduating party.

‘So now I know what he went through,’ Julia murmured as the clasp finally came away. Julia cast the bra to one side, and Karen’s soft, coffee coloured breasts were free.

Karen pressed herself to Julia’s body, her breasts pressing on hers. Julia’s were still constrained by the bra; she struggled again for a moment to remove hers.

Julia heard a sound nearby. She looked up. ‘Here,’ Anna whispered, leaning over Julia to remove her bra.

Julia felt Karen’s legs slide around hers, to twine about her body. She felt Karen’s hips grinding against her own, and Julia’s hand darted down towards Karen’s hot, wet quim.

With gentle, deft touches, Julia began to stimulate Karen’s clitoris as Karen’s fingers probed frantically inside Julia. Their breaths deepened, synchronised, became rapid. Both women flushed as they approached orgasm.

Finally, Karen reached a shuddering climax; her breathing, indrawn gasps, stopped. Her body quaked. She let out a deep, shuddering breath and collapsed gently against Julia, whose own climax ran up and down her perspiring body.

Karen rested her head on Julia’s shoulders, and closed her eyes, relaxing into Julia as Julia began to sob gently into Karen’s shoulder. Julia felt a warm hand on her arm. She looked up and saw Anna looking down at her, concern on her face.

‘Don’t,’ Julia said. ‘Don’t even try to pretend that you care.’

Anna shook her head. ‘Actually,’ she replied, ‘I was going to tell you that you did good. I’ll talk to Dr Henderson about —’

‘I’m in,’ Julia said.

‘What?’

‘You recruited me for some reason,’ Julia continued. ‘I’m in. Give me your secret decoder ring or give me your funny handshake. Whatever it is you do. Only, you leave Karen out.’

‘Look, I’ll talk to Dr Henderson about this,’ Anna began, ‘but I don’t really think it’ll be up—’

‘No,’ Julia said. ‘Karen stays out of this, and for three very good reasons. One; she is an innocent. Two; she is my best friend.’

She ran her fingers through Karen’s hair. Karen moaned sleepily, and snuggled Julia’s shoulder. ‘And three, I love her.’

A look of pain and sadness crossed Anna’s face briefly. She thought about it a moment. Then she stood up. ‘All right,’ she said. ‘She stays out of it.’

‘Then I’m in,’ Julia replied. ‘Give me the contract. I’ll sign my name in my own fucking blood, if you want. If I’m going to be damned, I’ll only condemn myself. Karen is not going to be a part of my damnation.’

‘Okay,’ Anna said, reaching down to help Julia get up. ‘I’ll clear it with Doctor Henderson. I’ll tell him what’s what. He won’t have the option of saying no.’ Together, they helped Karen up off the floor and onto the sofa. Anna reached into her pocket and took out what looked like a strip of nicotine patches. Peeling one off, she applied the transparent sticky plastic circle to Karen’s arm, smoothing it down with her fingertips.

‘She’ll sleep now,’ Anna told Julia. ‘We also used this derm on you. She’ll wake up with no memory of what just happened. You’ll have to make up some story or other for her. I’d recommend that you tell her you both went clubbing. You two went out on the pull, got hammered and had a great time.’ She gently tousled Karen’s hair.

‘She’s yours, Julia. You’re her handler, like I am yours – or supposed to be yours at any rate. But I’ve got to tell you this before I go back to the Sharpton Institute to make my report to Dr Henderson.’ She touched Julia’s shoulder. Julia turned to look at Anna, whose expression was deadly serious.

‘There’s more going on here than you know,’ Anna said. ‘And before this is done, we may all be going down to Hell. But we need you, Julia. More than you could imagine.’

‘But Karen won’t be joining us.’

Anna shook her head. ‘No, she won’t.’

Julia nodded. ‘Then tell me,’ she said, ‘what I have to do.’

Accidental Werewolf

A young man takes a risky short cut to a hot body: magic pills from an old man in a strange magic shop. The pills work, but when he overdoses he starts to become a particularly horny werewolf. Can he and the girl he spurned find a cure before he turns completely? Why is a mysterious (and sexy) assassin trying to kill him? Contains some brief scenes of violence/gore, none of which are in close proximity to the sex.

by Nigel

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...

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Accidental Werewolf

by Nigel

ACT 1

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.

Accidental Werewolf

by Nigel

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.

Accidental Werewolf

by Nigel

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.

Accidental Werewolf

by Nigel

Chapter 3

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.

“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.”

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

“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.”

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!”

“Maybe you’re just bad at it.”

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

“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?”

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?”

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

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

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

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.”

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

It was Chelsea.

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..—?”

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

* * *

“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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.”

“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.

“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.

“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.

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

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

“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.”

“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.

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