Bored at work, Kerryâs hand found its way to her pocket and the ring sheâd bought at the mall. It was cute, and for a hardcore fantasy reader like herself, irresistible.One ring to rule them all she thought. I wish I could just turn invisible and get out of here. There is nothing worse than people who donât bother filling out the forms in the line while they wait. I always get the slow people and it totally ruinâs my throughput. No throughput means no performance bonuses.Knowing full well that it would change nothing, she slipped the ring on.And everything changed.âEvil Goddess, huh?â said Kerry, looking at the reflection of herself in the plastic barrier between her and the teller to the left. âCanât be an Evil Goddess and look like this.âShe blinked and an ornate mirror appeared on the wall beside her. Ignoring her current customer, the stupid, slow bitch who was holding everyone up, Kerry pondered for a moment. Lank brown hair. No. Muddy eyes with no particular colour. Those will be soooo gone. Chunky body even after all he trips to the gym, you are voted off the island. Stubby legs? Donât even waste my time.âTeller,â whined the slow bitch, âIâm ready now.ââShut the fuck up,â replied Kerry, not even bothering to look. âYou just had to get into the line right away and waste everybodyâs time here, didnât you? Well, you are going to have be much more accommodating of other people in the future.ââExcuse me?âKerry took the time to glace at the woman, then decided to go for a full scale evil glare. âThere are no excuses for people like you. Be grateful that I donât just kill you where you stand.â She reached out and tore the withdrawal slip from the slowpoke. â$120? Youâre wasting my time with this? The way youâre dressed, I figured . . . well, letâs fix that.âZash! The womanâs expensive ensemble got cheap, fast. Bright colors, too tight, too short, and too trashyâjust perfect to stand out on a dark street, when you were standing out on a dark street. âEew. Thatâs a better fit for the likes of you.ââWhat?â âShut up.â The womanâs mouth kept moving, but no more annoying noises came out. She stopped and stared, stunned.âAs for the rest of you,â Kerry yelled, âNothing strange happening over here. Go about your pathetic, miserable little lives. And make sure youâve filled out all of the forms while waiting.âOK. Now you look the part. I looked already so donât you argue or protest. You havenât done anything to deserve nice clothes like that. Youâre already practically a prostitute, trading your looks for stuff like a rich husband. I mean Iâve worked. I have a job. I go to the gym. Who do you think you are? You want a hundred and twenty bucks? Go earn it!âAs the whorishly clad woman turned, robotically, to leave, Kerry said, âI donât like your hair.âPoof! Bleach blonde hair frizzed out of control. âAnd I like that even less. Have a nice day!âIt occurred to Kerry that the bitch might have problems negotiating any sort of payment for her services now that she couldnât talk, but, Oh well.âBack to me.â She fixed the next person in line with her band new dazzling ice blue stare. âIâll be with you in a moment, sir. Iâm sure you know how to amuse yourself in the meantime.âWhether he waddled off in embarrassment over masturbating uncontrollably in public or because his dick stopped swelling and hardening at exactly Pi inches wasnât information Kerry cared enough about to bother looking. She was busy with the mirror and adjusting her hair. The next person in line took the hint and waited.With a completely unnecessary finger gesture, her brown hair darkened and dazzlingly blue eyes stared back at her as she tilted her head. With another gesture, the mirror showed her from the back. The midnight black sheet of hair ran down into a nice, cleanly cut arc, then it curled slightly into a thick, lustrous mane and climbed upwards her shoulders. She tried a blonde Farah Fawcet cut next, but blonde looked best, in a short bob, piled atop her head, or running down to her ass.âBlondeâs for extremists anyway,â she said, returning to absolute black falling in waves across her back. It went better with her eyes. âNot that I canât change those whenever I want. Iâll have to fuck a few guys as a blonde to see if it really is any better.âOK. Next, the boobs. Do I want supermodel breasts or porn star tits?â While deciding, Kerry served another clientâafter all, why not? It was mind-numbing work and gave her plenty of time to think. It was where sheâd come up with most of the sexy stories sheâd written but never gotten up the courage to post online. That changed tonight. Not that she was going to post the stories, hell no. She was going to start living them.âWhat the fuck. Iâm evil, right? Porn star all the way.ââUh. Excuse me?â asked the client.âI could use a male opinion, and donât lie because Iâll know and turn you into a eunuch,â Kerry replied. âWhich is better? This . . ..âKerryâs chest slowly inflated , concealed behind her business suit. âShit. You canât see anything, can you?âThe bug-eyed guy nearly passed out as Kerryâs clothes vanished. Instinctively, she tensed her stomach muscles to better show off, but then realized she didnât have to anymore. The fat she could never get rid of vanished completely.She looked over at the mirror, then back at the guyâlets call him Rob because Kerry liked the name Rob and whatever his name really was, it didnât matter anymoreâand asked, âToo Twiggy?ââGuh,â said Rob.âToo Twiggy,â Kerry said, looking back at the mirror. Her waist stayed about the same, but her hips went whoomp out into hourglass territory. Not that her toy could see it. âThis is just stupid,â she sniffed and the counter dropped level with her fit, but soft, waist. âHow does this look?ââGood?â asked Rob confused as hell.âBut not good enough, huh? Supermodel is out.â Her breasts crept outwards again until, â37-23-36. Just like Marilyn. âcept she was a blonde. C-Cups OK?ââUhm. . ..ââNo idea huh?â Kerry tilted her head and swept her lush hair off to the side as she put on a diamond encrusted necklace. She made a show of positioning the large gold âCâ between her breasts. âHowâs that?ââHow are you doing this?ââCan still think huh?â In time with the pulsing swell of flesh, the C morphed into a D. âOK, weâre hitting porn star range. Say when.Slowly her breasts eased outwards, larger, rounder more impressive. The D split, then contracted onto itself forming an F. Kerry put her hands on the counter and leaned forward so that she had to look up to see Robâs downward angled eyes.âI know Iâm the best thing youâve seen in weeks, RobââThe girl at the next station looked over the barrierâeasy to do now that it was down by her shoulderâand recoiled in shock. âKerry, do you mind? Some of us are trying to work here?ââShut up Alyssa. You just wish you had tits like this.ââOh god, I wish I had tits like that,â moaned Alyssa.âOh god-dess,â Kerry corrected. âWhy donât you climb over the counter and help Rob out. Heâs gotten awfully frustrated basking in my beauty, and I want an objective opinion of my loveliness.âHer co-worker crawled up on the counter before any other notion entered her mind, but one on the counter, she stopped. âI donât even know him.ââRob, Alyssa. Alyssa, Rob. Donât worry Rob, sheâs good at this stuff.âAlyssa was about to shake her head and protest, but suddenly . . . âI am good at it! And I love it!â She practically began to scramble in her haste. âOh, Ro-hob! Please, Rob, please let me suck on you. I need cock soooo bad!âNot wanting to disrupt his view of the dark goddess, Alyssa crawled between his legs and, with a zipper destroying wrench, pulled his pants down to his knees.âOooooh YES! Oh-gulp-mmmmmmm!âRobâs eyes rolled up into his head as the teller went to work.âOh no you donât!â Robâs eyes swung down and focused on the G between Kerryâs breasts before widening their area of interest. âHow are you doing down there, Aly?ââIâmmmmmm Oh! Iâm in fucking heaven! Slurp!ââHow is he?â âWoooonderful.ââHow is he now?â asked Kerry.âAaack!â Alyssa choked as Robâs dick swelled in her mouth, stopping only when it stretched her jaw and pushed her head back a half a foot.âYou watch those teeth now, girl!âAlyssa said nothing coherent, but the look on Robâs face spoke volumes as the girl between his legs carefully played with what little of his enhanced meat she could get in her mouth.âTry tit-fucking him if you canât get it all in.ââBut I canât,â the girl wailed. âI wish I had tits like yours.ââWish granted,â said a cheery Kerry. âStand up for a minute so we can both watch.âAlyssa bounced to her feet reluctantly, her eyes never leaving the throbbing monster jutting out of Robâs crotch.Kerry followed her co-workerâs stare and her smile grew wider. âOh yes. Iâm going to try that one out later.âUpon hearing that proclamation, Rob moaned and ejaculated, a disappointing affair resulting from too much jerking off over porn. Kerry didnât want to have anything to do with that, so the orgasm went on and on, each blast of cum coming faster, thicker and harder than the one before it.âOh god,â moaned Alyssa, completely glassy eyes as white goo rained down on her. She was too far gone in her raging lust to even think of trying to catch it in her mouth before it slowed and stopped. âAll that cum. I want it! I want it!ââOh god-dess,â Kerry corrected again. âYou better get it right if you want tits like mine.ââI do, goddess! You promised! I need tits! I need cum!ââMy precious! My precious!â mimicked Kerry. âYes, I did promise, but Iâm evil.âAnd just then, an evil idea hit her. âOh Iâve got beach balls, Iâve got beach balls,â sang Kerry as she decided to go for complete overkill and the boob grown accelerated dramatically, quickly burying the golden cupsize-ometer. âEither put that tongue back in your mouth and sing along, Rob, or find some other use for it.âRob leaned over the counter, beaver hunting, but couldnât get past the boobs blocking his way. Instead he wrapped his tongue around one of the thumb sized nipples and began to suck. His fingers found the other and made Kerry shake with bliss.âAlyssa,â she moaned. âSay hello to your new boobs!ââHell-ooooooohhhh!â moaned Alyssa, her back arching with pleasure. Her blouse leapt forward, filled to capacity, and the loud snap of her bra fracturing echoed through the bank.âYessssss!â the teller shrieked as the seams tore out of her shirt. Buttons snapped free, cracking gyprock walls with their impact, as her shirt flew open. Breasts billowed outwards and shot through the many stages of sporting goods before she fell over under the weight of her new endowments.âOohhh goddesssssssssss! Yesssssssssss!â screamed the girl, lying on her back with her legs kicking as she tried to thrust her hips an a fucking motion but slid in a mix of her own juices and the product of Robâs earlier extreme orgasm. âFuck! Fuck! Need cock!âKerry shivered and then yelped as a nipple-gasm ran through her. âMmmmmmm. Thank you Rob. It seems that I overdid things a little, but you never did say âwhen.âââNrr such thnnngg ass too bigmmm,â Rob told her tits, still groping and licking and sucking.She reached over her immense boobs, put her hand on Robâs head and pushed back. âSo much for you being an objective viewer.ââUhm, when?â said Rob.âToo late. Much too late for that and youâre lying. I told you not to lie, so now Iâm not going to have sex with you. Iâll give some other guy a big dick and fuck him instead, and you wonât even get to watch! I suppose you can still have the titfuck though.âShe pushed him the rest of the way over. âEnjoy it,â she said as his huge cock got huger. Huge enough, in fact, to rest between his growing boobs.âNow you, Alyssa, stop bothering me. I want to fix up my legs a little, maybe try wrapping them around some thick dicked stud, and serve a few more clients before my shift is over.âNext please,â she said after whisking away the still-orgasming girl and the guy happily tit fucking himself. Where to? She didnât really care. Looking at the line, particularly the lady at the head of the line, Kerry amended her command. âNo, not, you, you flat bitch. Here, have another cup on me. âMake it a venti,â she added as the small-breasted ladyâs shirt exploded and her breasts, jiggling with joy, bounced out, free of their long, cruel confinement. âYou needed it.âYou,â Kerry shouted to one of the men staring at the woman trying desperately to cover her emphatically pronounced chest and wound up dropping to her knees, moaning, as she palmed her forever perky, always swollen and irresistibly sensitive new nipples. âThe guy in the back with the hard hat. You got a big dick to go with those muscles? Never mind. Iâll take care of it. Get over here and forget about your wife. She can have you back when Iâm done.âShe looked down at the boobs crushed by the sides of her station and resting heavily on the extremely low counter and said, âUh, you donât have a thing for really long legs do you?âPicking herself up off of a bed filled with exhausted lovers hours later, Kerry looked at her long, lithe, and oh so fine legsâsheâd fucked the construction worker for hours, and even included his wife in the orgy, in semi-evil gratitude for his good tasteâin her mirror. After drinking them in, her gaze swept upwards over wide hips; slender waist; full chest, but not so full that she couldnât move about gracefully; long neck, and a face pretty enough to make herself wet. She smiled and got wet. Light sparkled off the âGâ necklace as she turned.Laughing at herself, she snapped her fingers and looked at the profile and back views in the mirror. Muscles looked good on her, in moderation, but she still hadnât made up her mind about her hair. Right now it was long, dark, and wavy, but sheâd had the best orgasms with short and blonde. Go figure. she went ass-length blonde, switched the mirror back to the front view and slowly teased her always hungry clit.âMirror, Mirror on the wall, whoâs the fairest of them all?âOh queen of the dark,Thou art truly fair,But Alyssa has tits to sate an army,And more yet to spare. âYes, mirror, but sheâs a bimbo. Iâm a slut. An evil slut with unlimited power.â a little later......
âYouâre a size zero?â asked Kerry, Queen of the Dark, as she looked around at the girls getting ready to show off the spring fashion collection. âSerious?ââYes,â said the model, grinning a sparkly smile. Her blonde bob bounced as she nodded.But it was the only thing that bounced, Kerry noted. Guess it wouldnât be fair if she got everything. âI dunno. Size zero seems kind of dangerous, if you ask me.ââI donât remember asking you,â she said waspishly, Kerryâs out of place appearance in the changing area finally beginning to sink in. âWho are you, anyway? A reporter?ââBank teller,â said Kerry. She cupped her supernaturally perky breasts through her blue blazer and added, âI mean if I was size zero, these babies would break me in half.âBehind the blonde, an equally waif-ish brunette let out a, âWhoa!â and fell over as her rapidly expanding breasts suddenly shifted her finely tuned center of mass forward.âIf youâre a bank teller then why are you here? Like, this is a fashion show. Youâre pulling my leg, right?âKerry nattered on, ignoring the model and her counterpart, kicking and squealing as her immense breasts lifted the rest of her body clean off the ground. âI mean when I hear size zero I think something along the lines of . . .â The model vanished with a pop, her clothes dropping to the ground. âThat.âStaring right at the no longer visually representable model, Kerry pursed her lips and cocked her head slightly while examining her handiwork. âThat is size zero. One dimensionalâlike your personality! Ooh. Nice dress.âWith no volume, no one could hear the modelâs screams as Kerryâs business suit shimmered and was replaced with the blondeâs slinky blue. Loose on the model, it clung like a second skin to Kerryâs curves and stopped just low enough, and clung just tight enough, to leave the viewer wondering if she wore a very brief thong or nothing at all underneath. The top, designed for a slighter wearer, bulged obscenely as it struggled to contain enough to conceal a pair of straining nipples.âToo slutty?â Kerry asked the brunette pressed up against the ceiling by her mounds of mammary excess. âOf course you can see right down into them from up there, canât you? Mind if I borrow your heels? Itâs not like you need them anymore.ââNormally guys in the mall are in such a hurry that they just blow right past you,â Kerry told the young mother to her right as she strode through the mall with the entourage of men sheâd picked up trailing behind her. âBut all you really need for traffic control is a taut ass and a tight skirt.âPamela Troy couldnât help but giggle at the statement because it was true; there were a lot of guys following the raven haired lady in the blue dress and, frankly, she couldnât blame them. The woman making funny faces at Pamâs two-year-old daughter was movie star gorgeous and obviously not the slightest bit ashamed to show it off.I sure wouldnât be if I was built like that, she thought to herself, not knowing that someone else was peeking at those same thoughts. Peeking and smiling.âThat is a very cute girl,â said Kerry. âSheâs going to be real trouble when sheâs a teen. Real heart-breaker.ââThank you,â replied Pam, politely and honestly.âOh, donât thank me. Helen here is going to run you off your feet, trying to keep up with all of her boyfriends.âThereâs something odd about that womanâs smile, like she knows something she isnât telling. I wonder what.Kerry knew several somethings she wasnât telling, having just gifted the young child a future that contained lush, honey-blonde hair; perfect complexion and teeth; a full, firm rack; legs that went up forever; an ass that would stop hearts; and a burning desire to make full use of those features whenever possible with either available gender. In another thirteen-or-so years, no one was going to be able to say no to Helen Troy. Given what sheâd likely be after, no one would want to.And how did she know my daughterâs name? Pam wondered, though only for a moment. She stopped trying to puzzle it out when she realized that Kerry had walked away without her entourage of lusty men. All of those guys fighting to get closer must have given up and wandered off, Or gone chasing after someone else, but who?Rounded, firm, and erotically muscled buttocks worked seductively beneath the overly tight skirt as Pam strode through the mall, pushing her baby carriage in front of her and oblivious to the horde of anally-fixated men following her. Her hips swung idly, but full of sexually exciting swagger, and her clit tingled, pleasantly stimulated by the exaggerated walk.But that wasnât the only thing turning the young mother on; the bulk of her attention focussed on getting home. Sheâd put Helen to sleep, start dinner, and then wait, naked from the waist down and spread across the dining room table, for Carl to get home and take her ass over and over making her scream in non-stop ecstasy until he couldnât get it up any more. It was such a deliciously naughty new idea for her that she didnât know if she could wait that long; already her panties and hose were getting mushy with anticipation. God help me if Carl finds out, but I donât think I can make it that long without some kind of relief.Her lush, honey-blonde hair lifted as she turned her head, distracted by a passing guy with what looked like a large bulge in his pants. The guy in questionâlost to the sight of the long, thick nipples jutting from Pamâs full, firm rackâwalked into a pillar and Pamâs perfect teeth flashed as she grimaced in reflected pain. Then she steered Helenâs stroller around a teenaged boy whoâd stopped like a deer in headlights for some reason, noting his rampant erection as well, and made a long-legged dash for her car before she did something she knew sheâd regret.The crowd of lust-drunk men, and a couple of dazed-looking women, followed.Kerry, on the other hand, had cruised up behind a pretty, late teens-early-twenties girl fitting shoes for the impatient brat kicking at the shop-girlâs hands.âNo!â the petulant twelve-year-old barked, trying to stomp the girlâs fingers. If not for his size, and her godly powers, Kerry would have sworn he was three.âYou realize if you sat still and let Mina get this over with, youâd be on your way to the toy store sooner, donât you?ââMnyahhh,â said the brat, sticking out his tongue and screwing up his face into a twisted monstrosity.Kerry nodded. âIâm impressed. When I was your age, I couldnât do nearly so good a job. But has anyone ever told you that if you keep making faces like that, youâll get stuck that way?ââThhhbppppt,â said the kid, redoubling his efforts by pulling his eyes and lips into narrow slits with his fingers. The look on his warped face was priceless when his tongue wouldnât retract all the way in.The shopkeeper, Mina, fell back against Kerryâs legs as the kid started screaming.âMaaaathm!â he yelled, tongue flopping around.âNathaniel!â yelled the mother, not looking away from the storeâs collection of dress shoes.âAre you going to behave now?â asked Kerry.âMaaaaaaaa!ââNo new toys unless you . . .â the mother died out, finally looking at her son. Her eyes bugged out. âWhat on earth . . .!ââI warned him,â said Kerry. âYour child is a brat, you know. And Iâm evil, so I donât have to put up with spoiled, screaming children anymore.âThe boyâs elongated tongued tied itself in a lip-trapping bow. âMmMmMmMm!â he pantomimed.The motherâs eyes widened. âI have no idea what you think you are doingâââAnd I certainly donât have to put up with you,â Kerry continued. âYouâve spoiled him rotten and given him no room to grow. Normally Iâd approve whole-heartedly, but he was annoying me.âStill, I suppose he does deserve a toy,â said Kerry as the boyâs mother began to shrink. âSince you turned him into a whiny little bitch, he should have a doll.âThe mother took on a rubber sheen as cardboard and plastic wrapped around her, leaving a, âHopelessly Inept Mother Barbieâ doll, complete with original packaging lying on the floor.
The kid sniffled and picked it up, making a muffled bleat before tearing the wrapper open.âNow you take your mommy home, dear,â Kerry told the boy as she untied his mouth. âAnd if youâre really good, maybe Iâll change you back some day.ââThat was amazing!â said the shopkeeper, staring as the child ran out into the mall, wailing and smacking his new doll into everything in sight. âBetter than Copperfield! Howâd you do that?ââOh that? That was childâs play. Iâm an evil goddess with unlimited powers. I can do whatever I want.âThe girl blinked, then laughed. âIf youâd show me how to do that, I wouldnât have to work here anymore.ââWhy do you? This has got to be the most boring job in all the world. Right after being a bank teller, that is.ââWell, I donât really want to, but dad insists. Really, Iâd rather work over there,â she said, pointing down the concourse to the glitzy outlet hosting the fashion show. One of storeâs windows broke suddenly and clothing, mannequins, and customers spilled out, evicted by a spreading pink-ish mass. âShit,â said Kerry as the mess imploded back inwards and the panicked screaming stopped. âForgot about her.â Turning back to the shopkeeper, the Queen of the Dark asked, âWhatâs wrong with that one over there?ââVictoriaâs Secret? My dad would freak! Besides he owns this place.â She pointed to the backwards writing on the window. âMurray Shoes.ââThat would make you Miss Murray then, I presume. Your first name wouldnât be Anne, would it?ââAnne Murray?â Miss Murray laughed. âNo, Iâm MinâââAh!â Kerry cautioned. âLet me guess! Eddie Murray? No, heâs black.ââEddie Murphy!â Mina giggled.âWhatever,â Kerry breathed. âYou are right, though. We both are. You shouldnât work here. This is much more fitting.âAs the goddess of evil spoke, the ambiance changedâdarkening dramaticallyâand the two were surrounded by busty mannequins clad in little snippets of dark, gothic lace.âMidnight,â read the storeâs logos, subtitled by, âA time for the adventurous.âMinaâs head snapped back and forth. âOh wow. How are you doing this?ââHello?â said Kerry. âWerenât you listening? Iâm a goddess. I can do anything I want. Touch it. Itâs not an illusion. Actually, just look at yourself.âMina spun around to face the direction Kerry gestured. Her hands flew to her clothingâwhat little there wasâas she saw the reflection in the mirror. Fetish Goth came closest to describing the way the corset compressed her waist while propping up, but otherwise leaving the breasts abundantly available. Black lace shrouded her arms from her ghost-white fingers up to the middle of her upper arms and a similar, but whispier, translucent, design covered her legs. Heels emphasized those legs spectacularly by forcing a bow and elevating her at least five inches.She was even cleanly shaved all over. Nothing marred the display of smooth, white skin.âThatâs probably how I should look, but I couldnât get into the whole Goth thing. You, however, look nice as a sexy vampiress.ââIââ Hair, as dark as that of the Goddess, bushed against the back of her knees as she turned back toward Kerry. It caught the light and glittered as though possessing the stars of a moonless night.âNeed bigger breasts, though. Vampires are always stone-cold foxes.ââIâ Omigod!â her hands shot up the instant the black lace began to push against her pale bosom.âGoddess,â corrected Kerry. âFor a girl your size and weight, I think C-cups would do nicely, so letâs start with Double D and work our way up from there, alright?ââBut Iâm just a B . . ..â Her eyes drifted shut as her chest heaved, her hands overfilled, and her nipples popped out, the not-so-little dents in the black lace clearly visible between her spreading fingers. She squirmed, a little gasp of pleasure leaking out before, âHow are you . . .?âAn exasperated sigh whistled out from between Kerryâs lips.âYou really are a goddess?â Mina felt her heart pumping, or rather her breasts throbbing and swelling with every beat. âThis feels so . . .. Oooohhhh.â Her tongue slid across sharp, extended canines as it darted out to wet her blood-red lips.âThe one, the only, Goddess of evil and Queen of the Dark. How does it feel to be out from under your fatherâs thumb? You can be your own woman now. You have your own shop, youâre so hot that Iâm getting wet, you have all these fun new urges to exploreâââMee . . .. My god!â shouted another voice.âGoddess,â Kerry yelled. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you people? Goddess! Two esses and two dees. Four if you count these.â Her breasts bounced dramatically on their own, the gem-encrusted medallion between them flashing in the dim light as it loudly proclaimed, âDD.ââRounding it off is an ee, a gee and anâââOhhhhhh,â moaned Mina, fangs bared along with her pussy as she stroked her shockingly reddened clitoris. Against her pale, porcelain smooth skin, it practically glowed, drawing the eye in, deeper, deeeeeper . . .. Her hand circled softly, sloooooowleeyyy . . ..âGood,â said Kerry. âYou arenât all complete morons.ââWhat did you do to her,â demanded the newcomer, a plain looking, short woman around the former shoe saleâs ladyâs age, after shaking her head to try to clear it of the seductive vision in front of her and failing utterly, rapidly falling under the control of the horny vampiress. Will faded, desire rose, blouse dropped from sleepy fingers to the floor. âWhat are you . . . do . . . ing?ââOh come on! With a name like Mina Murray, what the hell did you think Iâd do? You on the other hand would make a fabulous Bride, Elsa.ââMmmmm? Whatâs happenâ Whoa!â Elsa shot back awake as the world got smaller and white gauze wound itâs way up her arms as her dull brown hair lifted up and darkened to midnight black, except where it streaked white. In place of the proper Brideâs white gown was virtually nothingâvirgin white garters, hose and a demi-bra containing breasts with sufficient forward projection to mark them as one of the greater works of the hand of man.Or woman, in this case. Kerry looked, appraised, and then went for the gusto.Elsa, for her part, stared at the mirror in awestruck wonder as her bra disappeared beneath breasts each larger than her head, but still paying no homage to gravity.âWhat are you doing to usssss . . .â Elsaâs question died in a pleased hiss as white hands, surrounded by lacy black ruffles, tried to cup her enormous breasts and lips played at her neck. Sharp teeth toyed, but did not penetrate.âMina?â she gasped, her body heating like nothing sheâd ever felt before. Her whole body felt like nothing she'd experienced before.âSo hungry,â the vampire moaned. âNeed to feed.ââMina, sheâsââ their eyes locked as Elsa turned, trying to spin her oh-so very tall body out of her co-workerâs grip. Minaâs once brown eyes now were dazzling, ruby red. A red that danced soothingly, calming, mesmerizing, once again sapping her will to resist. âChanged . . . us. We . . .. Mina. Ohhh . . .. Yeeesssss.ââFeed meee,â sighed Mina. âNeed you. Want you. Need your cum.âThe fiery eyes burned strange new hungers into Elsa right up until Mina looked down and began to feastâon Elsaâs tender nipples and then a little further south. Overwhelmed, Elsa could do little more than moan her approval.âMina?â she gasped as a tongue teased between her legs. âWhat . . . Minaaaah!â Electricity shot through her and she shuddered and began to gush as Mina nibbled at Elsaâs clitoris.âIsnât that so cute?â Kerry asked as the two monsters slid to the floor, the vampiress lapping thirstily at her tall friendâs dripping pussy. âI suppose I should go looking for a Jonathon Harker. And maybe a Karloff, just to match the set.âLeaving the two, Kerry went off looking for a few suitable men. She meant to return quickly, but you know how things are when you are evil, have unlimited power, and have the attention span of a gnat.âOK, so let me get this straight,â said Dan lazing about in the aftermath of the night of the living porn. âYou are the embodiment of all that is evil.ââYup,â replied Kerry, feathering his sated and exhausted, soft cock with light kisses and licks and letting her long, black hair play teasingly over his hips as she moved.âSo why pick me up? Is this part of some divine evil scheme to rule the Earth?ââNo,â said Kerry, incredulously. âYouâre not that important. Besides, why would I want to rule the earth? You believe me, donât you? You arenât just humouring me because Iâm beautiful, are you?ââWhat? No! Iâm too busy basking in the afterglow of the most incredible night of my life to even think of being sarcastic. I had no idea girls could do some of that stuff. That thing you did with your ass . . . fuh-huh-huck.ââIâm not most girls. Iâm not like any girl youâve met before. For one thing, Iâm evil, but you knew that already.ââI donât think youâre evil. Maybe a little slutty, but itâs worth it! Holy shit, was it! Iâve never cum like that in my life and when you did that trick thatâI canât believe I got it up again. Man, if thatâs evil, Iâm all for it! But look at it this way: If youâre devoted to spreading evil, why are you grabbing strangers in bars and not out torturing people or starting wars or something like that?ââYouâve got evil mixed up with pain. I happen to like pleasure a hell of a lot more than I do pain, otherwise tonight would have been a lot different, for you anyway. Iâd get what I want either way.ââI sure know I got what I wanted,â replied Dan, meaning every last bit of it. âAnd a few things Iâd never even thought of! Youâve got some sort of plan, though, right? If youâre evil, youâve got to have a plan.ââOf course! âThe only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing,ââ she quoted. âAttributed to Edmund Burke, but there is no proof that he ever said or wrote it. Anyway, who came up with it doesnât matter. As near as I can tell, itâs true.ââSo?ââSo thatâs my plan. I plan to sit back and do nothing. I do nothing, good men do nothing to counter me, and I win by default.âDan blinked, then twitched as Kerry nibbled softly on the end of his cock. âYeee-ah. I donât quite think it works that way.ââWhat do you care?â she said, following with a lick that set his body to shaking again even though he couldnât get it up. âYouâve got the Queen of Darkness playing with your dick.ââMy worn out dick. My god, the things you did! Iâve neverâââMy goddess,â she said darkly. âDonât make me destroy you.âDan laughed. Kerry frowned.âI knew you were just humouring me. For one such as I, your mind is an open book.âNow Dan decided to humour her. âThen why did you ask?ââSometimes I like to be lied to. Itâs a woman thing. Donât waste your time telling me that last night was the best night of your life. I know I blew your mind at least a dozen timesâitâs had for a guy to fake an orgasmâbut when I picked you up in the bar last night I thought to myself, âThereâs a guy who can tell me fantastic lies. He better or Iâll go to bed with someone else.ââI mean really. You told me you were single, but Minaâs just a fiancĂ©e so thatâs a small lie. So small that I donât care. Your intended wonât put out before she goes up the isle, so I guess a little fooling around on the sideâs justified. Whoâm I to judge? Iâm pure evil, and Iâve spent the last couple days doing whatever I wanted. If I wanted you to fool around on her, you would, plain and simple. Thereâs nothing you can do to stop me any time I want your cock.âKerry smirked at the way Danâs eyes widened. âHowâd you know about Mina? Who are you? Some kind of private eye? Her dad sic you on me?ââNo! That would be booo-ring. Or maybe not. Be fun to lie and totally screw up some marriages. Mind you, anyone whoâs hiring a private dick to keep an eye on their spouse has serious relationship issues already. Itâd probably be eviler to leave the marriage intact and let it self destruct the fun way.âPrivate dick . . .â she mused. âYou know, I promised to do a massive dick a while back and I still havenât gotten around to that.ââWhat, Iâm not big enough for you?ââWell youâre not exactly small, but the guy I was thinking ofâs got you beat.ââNine incher?ââBit over a foot, actually.âDan choked. âRight. A slender girl like you can take that?ââI can do anything. Iâm a goddess. If I really wanted to, I could coax another few rounds out of you, and give you a dick that would really scare the ladies, but I donât know what that would do to you. Youâre dangerously close to dehydration already.â She shrugged. âNot that I care.ââOh, no way. No way I could get it up again after that last . . .ââSays you, mortal,â Kerry mumbled, running a crimson fingernail up his swelling shaft.âHoly Shit!â blurted Dan as he shot from noodle consistency to iron stiffness in mere seconds. Kerryâs lazy finger kept drifting along, always just beneath the head of his cock.âHoleeey shiiiit,â Dan repeated as his cock throbbed, each pulse more pleasurable than the last, each surge of blood pumping into a noticeably larger, thicker erection. He shuddered and his hips lifted off the bed as he arched, finally pulling away from Kerryâs playing hand.âOoooh Gaaaawd!â he moaned as his whole body seemed to contract.âGoddess,â corrected Kerry. âYouâre not stupid or something, are you?ââAaahh! Aaaah fuuuhhhhck!â His balls exploded. The first convulsion almost hurt, it felt so good. The cum erupted so hard that it must have dented the wall. The second shot fell short, dropping what felt like a cup of goo on his head. After that he tried to keep his mouth shut, but it wasnât easy as his body did its absolute best to snap itself in two with uncontrollable thrusting motions. He couldnât stop his howls of pleasure any more than he could stop breathing, until he finally collapsed onto his back, unconscious.âI just love a screamer,â Kerry quipped, mounting him. She didnât take him inside of her; instead she slid herself along his shaft, leaned forward and woke him with a kiss.âWhat do you think?â she asked, her pussy spread open by his engorged Corpus Cavernosum UrethĂŠ as she slowly ground back and forth along his still tumescent rod like it was a railroad track. âMina will like?âReality returned slowly, then it hit him like an express train. She wasnât moving excruciatingly slowly, merely slowly. He looked down at the head of his cock tickling his sternum. The one-eyed monster stared back, challenging him to deny its will.In a daze, he scraped cum off his face.âWhatâs your fiancĂ©e going to think come wedding night when you whip this out and surprise her?ââHoly shit!ââWhat is it with you and sanctified feces? Why not âThank you, Kerry! I canât wait to split Mina in two with this juggernaut!âââHowâd . . .?âKerry wilted. âYou are stupid! What part of âGoddessâ donât you it,â she said, rising up off of him. âYou blew it. Three strikes, youâre out. Iâm going to find some other guy, give him a huge cock, and fuck him until he canât think straight enough to question me no matter what I do.âShe snapped her fingers and the nightâs accumulated sweat, sexual juices, and other unappealing side effects of carnal activity vanished from her body. Then she began to pull her dress on the human way, making sure Dan got a really good look. His dick began to pulse again, seeking yet more satisfaction.Dan gestured at the hungry, two-foot-long, five-inch-thick hunk of throbbing meat. âWhat aboutâ?ââBy the way,â she said, cutting him off, âyour fiancĂ©e, the virgin princess? Met her in the mall yesterday afternoon.
She looked so hot that I just had to do herâand I figured Iâd let some of her friends tag along because diversityâs the spice of life, you know?âAnyway, while you were cheating on her last night with me, she totally fucked your sister and your sisterâs best friend and the best friendâs boyfriend, a couple other guys they met at a party, and right now sheâs lying in bed with three fingers in her wet cunt wishing sheâd done it all earlier. Say hi to Elsa for me when you see her. Toodles.âAnd with that Kerry faded away, leaving Dan with enormous blue balls, and the hotel and room service bills.
âHey. Whatâs going on,â Kerry asked one of the people choking the sidewalk as she made her way to work to formally resign her positionâand fuck the security guard. Sheâd always wanted to do that.âProtest,â a middle aged man answered without looking. âSounds like you can download movies to watch on cell phones and some of the offerings are âŠ.ââRisquĂ©?â supplied Kerry, her voice dripping sex. âWhat about those kids? Shouldnât they be in school?ââGood question,â another nameless office worker replied, first glancing and then looking Kerry up and down. Kerry, dressed for the her bank tellerâs job in a hip-hugging, but respectable, blue skirt, tasteful white blouse and understated makeup fit in with the business-like nature of the gatherers, but she was still the sort of busty, model-gorgeous babe that inspired ârisquĂ©â dreams in most men.âI, uh,â he continued once heâd finished his first visual pass over sex wrapped in office attire and struggled to keep from showing that his penis had begun erecting a temple in Kerryâs honor in an uncomfortable direction. âI guess their parents decided theyâd learn more here.ââOhhhh. They will. Trust me!â Kerry gestured and handed over a conjured business card. âI like the look in your eyes. Call me later. Weâll do breakfast.âThe charge he got off of the light brush of physical contact with the goddess as he took the card should have finished the construction work in his pants, judging by the spasms and the sticky trickle running down his left leg, but it didnât. Kevin wound up limping the rest of the way to work to conceal the aching, throbbing bulge that just wouldnât relax, lie down, or go away. Instead it pressed against the pant leg, full, and firm, and trying to stand proud and tall in defiance of the binding fabric.âBruised knee?â laughed Nancy from accounting when she look a look at him staggering to his cubical. âI donât think so.âShe sniffed derisively. Then she looked serious for a moment and shuddered. âIn fact âŠ.ââUh!â sprang unwanted from Kevinâs mouth as his co-workerâs hand slid down the hair-trigger cum-cannon.âIn fact, I think I ought to give you a hand.â She dropped to her knees and undid his belt at the same time, moving at a frantic pace as she ripped his pants open and down. âThat looks paiââClear of the constricting pants, his cock rocketed up into its long-denied position, but rather than pointing almost straight up, it hit the bottom of Nancyâs chin with sufficient force to clack her teeth together before sliding around and up her face, leaving a trail of pre and post cum, finally stopping at half mast, too long and heavy to go any further.Kevin looked down. âGod damn!â he said in a daze. âNo wonder it hurt so bad.âHe didnât want to hazard a guess at the proportions of the long, thick pole jutting from between his legs, but that didnât stop Nancy.âIts gotta be seven or eight inches around,â she gasped. Her hands shot up and seized the pulsing erection in a death grip. âAnd at least a foot long. Is this for me?âNot waiting for an answer, the tip vanished into her mouth. Trying to drive him in deeper, Nancy pushed Kevin up against the wall and twisted her head around and around.After that it was pretty much a standard pornoâuntil a stream of pressurized cum shout out of her mouth. Semen dribbled down her chin and she shook and came from the intense ambrosia flavor. Some of it even dropped through the neckline of her blouse onto her breasts.She twitched. She moaned. She tried screaming around a mouth full of cock and cum, and her top explodedâspilling gargantuan, and still growing, breastsâjust in time for the office manager to come around the corner.But enough of that. Letâs go back half an hour to Kerry haranguing a crowd of prudish protestors.âHello?â Kerry shouted, her voice carrying supernaturally well, as she shoved her way into the crowd. âWhat are you people freaking out for, anyway? If you donât want to the stuff on your phone, donât order it! I mean, really!âPorn is so fake that I canât imagine why you are wasting your time protesting itâespecially on telephones. The screen is so tiny.â Kerry held up her cell for all to see. âYou can barely see the tits jiggling, and look at the guy. He looks so small. His cock looks microscopic. I could never get off on that. An ant couldnât get off on that.âThat drew a few chuckles, but fanatics are hardly known for their senses of humour so the joke slid right past as the protesters focussed on her wording choice.âExcuse me!â whined one, a lumbering sack of lard masquerading as a woman, pointing at a trio of young teens. âThere are children present.ââRight. Miss, believeâââMissus!âKerry blinked and took a closer look at the morbidly obese woman. âHoleeey shit. Someone was dumb enough to marry you? Anyway, believe me, theyâve heard worse on the playground at school.âThe fat lady stood there dumbfounded, too shocked at Kerry to even be angry, so Kerry continued.âIf they havenât, then they probably should have. The last thing the world needs is more people growing up totally confused about sex and sexuality. Let it all out. If it feels good, do it.ââYou âŠ.ââI think you should apologize to Mrs. Blake,â said another protester.âYou âŠâ stammered Mrs. Blake.Protester two continued, not expecting or waiting for any sort of apology. âThe point is not the size of the image, but the availability and the fact that we, the public, are being forced to fund the distribution of licentious materials.ââLicentious?â said Kerry. âAre you kidding? Hello! Any kid with the internet can find stuff thatâs ten times as funâand in hi-def!ââNot in my house they canât!â insisted Mrs. Blake.âHey, thatâs your choice. But here on the streets, itâs their choice.â Kerry turned to one of the teens. âWhat about you? You take after your dad, I see. You should nightly thank whatever god you believe in that you look nothing like your mother.ââUhm,â said the boy, staring at Kerryâs breasts.She stretched to give him a better look and asked, âEver gone looking for pictures of naked women on the internet?ââYes,â the boy said then stiffened, horrified at what had come out of his mouth. Regardless, he kept speaking. âLots of times.ââEven at home?ââYes,â he said, muffled only slightly by the hands covering his face.âAnd you masturbate over it when no oneâs around to see you?ââYes,â he squeaked.âHow about your sisterâs friend there? Ever masturbate over her?ââYes!â said the blood-red teen, trying vainly to hold his mouth shut. âNo! Sometimes.â He gave up and jammed his fingers into his mouth.âI bet she likes that news. Well, just between you and me ⊠she masturbates dreaming about you all the time.ââWhat?â yelped the brunette in question. âI do nâââStop right there, missy,â commanded Kerry. âHonestyâs the best policy.ââIâIâI do,â she proclaimed, hanging her head with shame.âThen I now pronounce you man and wife,â responded Kerry. âYou may kiss the bride.âThe teenaged girl looked up, stunned, through the white veil. Then her crush lifted it, took her into a deep embrace, and delivered a kiss that lived up to all of her frenzied, late night dreams. Her arms wrapped around his neck and the fabulous diamond engagement ring glittered in the sunlight along with the ornate platinum wedding band.âOK. Thatâs enough you two,â commanded Kerry as the kissing and grinding began to get out of hand and the lovebirds looked like they were about to strip and get started creating the next generation on the sidewalk. âIf these folk donât like adults screwing in public, the last thing they need to see is a pair of kids showing them what theyâre doing wrong in the bedroom. Save it for later.âThe two reluctantly parted, the girlâs eyes shimmering just like her rings. The boy just looked dazed as the onlookers, protesters and passers-by clapped.âAnd a special gift to make wedding night all the more entertaining,â Kerry snapped her fingers and the crotch of the boyâs tuxedo bulged dramatically.âTwo brides in two days,â Kerry quipped, as the girlâs jaw dropped. âGet your eyes back in their sockets, kid. You ainât seen nothing yet. Thatâs not even hard! But we know what he likes, so letâs take care of those wandering, porn-surfing eyes right now.ââYeep!â said the bride as warmth suffused her chest. The lacy, low cut gown tightened in back and parted up front as her body, or part of it anyway, seemed to finish developing over the course of a few seconds. She stood there, her perky new chest well emphasized by both the tightness, cut, and style of her wedding gown. Looking at the subject of her teeny-bopper crush, she grinned and posed, making her substantial rack stick out all the more.âWow,â the boy said, going all googly-eyed.âToo flat,â proclaimed the Queen of the Dark after a momentâs inspection.âHuh? Oh! Yeeee-ahhh!â the girl shrieked, her back arching and pointing her swelling boobs almost skyward as the gownâs top split wide open, tearing strategically to show vast amounts of heaving mammaries but still covering the all-important nipples. The now head-sized boobs bounced as she straightened again, her top looking more like a lace string bikini than anything else. The mostly bare torso clashed with the long, flowing white dress, but the bride didnât mind. She couldnât stop smiling.Her new husbandâs zipper burst, showing off the outline of a majestic rampant erection throbbing through a cartoonishly stretched pair of red underwear. Now it was his wifeâs turn to stare like an idiot. Like opposing magnets, they snapped together moaning and groaning as they felt each other up.âOhhhhhhh!â cooed Kerry, wedging herself in between them when the groom lifted one of the brideâs enormous breasts to his lips and began to lick her teeny-tiny top out of the way on his quest for erect nipple. âThey look so in love!âHolding the two apart, she turned to address the protesters. âHowâs that?â asked Kerry. âNo nudity whatsoever, and definitely not porn, but still highly suggestive. Do you want to ban that as well? Think about it later. Now you all better head off to the reception.âThe crowd began to scatter, looking for their cars, and the evil goddess walked between the newlyweds and whispered, âListen, darlings, when you two come of age, ring me up and Iâll show you a few tricks. Oh, and Junior? Your mom needs to lose some weight. Her conditionâs just not healthy.âAs the protesters-come-partiers followed the happy new couple off to a waiting limo, Kerry dropped her hand on the shoulder of one of the former protesters.âYou there, blondie, youâve got a masters degree in psychology. Youâve got better sense than this. Come on. Walk with me for a while so we can talk.âThe blonde shook her head as though waking from a dream. She blinked a few times, and then squeaked, âWhat?â as her denim-covered legs started moving on, her sandals flapping softly as she followed Kerry past store after store along the strip mall.âWhat happened back there? I canât believe âŠ.ââYou can,â countered Kerry, âbut you just donât want to believe. Well, you better start because Iâm an evil goddess.ââYou changed them. There wasnât a wedding. They âŠ. You âŠ. How? Theyâre just kids. They canât ⊠they havenât even graduated from high school yet. Sheâll get pregnant!ââWhat part of evil didnât you understand?â asked Kerry, sarcastically. âDidnât you see how big I made that kidâs dick? How about how small she is? Itâll never fit.â Fit dragged out into a chirping sing-song.âWhat?ââI just sewed some serious sexual frustration for those two.âRecently applied pink gloss glittered on her pursed lips, then the confused woman said, âThatâs âŠ.âKerry grinned. âEvil. I know. Itâs what I do. Christy âŠ. I can call you Christy, canât I? Iâve got this really bad feeling that you are anti-sex because youâve just never gotten it done right, so Iâm going to do you a favor.ââPlease! Whatâs going on? How do you know my name?ââItâs easy. I read your mind.ââWhat?â She blinked, showing off a sensual light dusting of eye shadow. âHow?ââCome on! Youâre supposed to be smart! Repeat after me: Kerry is an evil Goddess!ââKerry is an evil Goddess,â Christy droned. Then her hand shot to her mouth with a clap.âGot it now? Reading minds is nothing compared to what I can do when I go all out, but donât worry. Iâm here to help. You remind me of me before I found myself.âChristyâs eyes said âOh shit. Sheâs nuts,â but her lips said, âPlease let me go! I just wanted to buy a new phone. I wasnât with them! I wasnât!ââCalm down. Jeeze. You went for a phone, but you hung around because âŠ?ââBecause theyâre right,â Christy felt her mouth blurt. Was this how that boy and his ⊠wife felt? She knew she didnât want to follow the lunatic-goddess wannabe, but she was. Why? To see what would happen? Christy tried to stop, but just stumbled over in her super tall, clear plastic heels. Thank god they were boots or she probably would have stepped right out of them. âPorn objectifies women,â she expanded when she managed to right herself again.âSo? Objectify men back! Turn them into drooling slobs. Use your looks to get them to do things for you, buy things for you ⊠live for you. Itâs easy. I mean most guys are totally stupid when you shove a pair of boobs it their face, or shake the contents of those cute little blue jean cut-offs youâve got on, so hereâs what you do: You look around, play around, and fool around until you find a guy with a brain who can almost control himself when you come onto him. Then you take over his life and turn him into a sex addicted him-phomaniac, but you donât screw him up so bad that he canât work. You do that and you wind up having to pay for everything.ââThatâs horrible!â blurted Christy, flushed and oblivious to the way her nipples dented out her blouse as though the warm spring weather was very cold. âWhat about love?ââWhat about it?â asked Kerry. âLook back on your life/You know something here just ainât right.ââHuh?â Christy shook her head, confused, dizzy and looking a little distracted as nipples poked out further, propelled by a pair of rising, rounding, and enlarging breasts.âOh come on! You do not want to make me feel old. Believe me, itâs not a good idea. What I mean is stop looking so hard and just experiment. Youâll never figure out what you want unless you try a few things.âOK, so the first step in turning a guy into a sex slave is being hot, knowing that youâre hot, and making damn sure the guy knows youâre hot.â Kerry adjusted her top to display more cleavage and winked at a passing guy. âAnd that means objectifying yourself a little. Sure, you can snag some guys just by being smart, but really what they want at the first glance is a tight little package that looks warm and friendly in bed. Once youâve got his balls, then you dazzle him with your mind. Show him how creative you can be in bed and heâs yours forever. Use that pussy power and he wonât care that you earn twice what he does.ââThatâs easy for you to say. Youâre gorgeous.ââOf course I am. Iâm a goddess. We donât do ugly.âKerryâs victim twitched and tugged on her blouse, unconsciously seeking relief from the senses-stealing tingling of her abnormally large and aroused nipples. âYouâre delusional!âFor her part, Kerry was amazed that her toy was holding out so well. Elsa had been between her legs, shamelessly licking Kerry out while taking some customer up the ass by this point. But then, what I did to her wasnât very subtle. As much as I like the shorts, I think sheâd look better in a denim micro skirt.And so it was, Christyâs long slender legs strode along in her high heeled thigh high boots, her rounded ass waving back and forth seductively. Kerry shrunk the skirt a bit, then just a little more so that Christy had both tops and bottoms of the bouncy-yet-firm cheeks and just a shadowy hint of thong-covered cleft on display.Another passer-by nearly walked into a lamp post, stepping around the two women without taking his eyes off of them.Christy looked like she was about to stop and apologize, but Kerry blew him a kiss and he wandered off in a daze as Christyâs phantom lips teased him into and left him in a state of sexual hunger his wife never forgot.âThatâs just your education talking,â said Kerry, picking up where sheâd left off. âPeople who talk to God are crazy, right? I agree, but then Iâm not God, and you are talking to me. So if youâve got a masterâs degree, why are you a hair dresser? I mean thatâs really crazy.âBreathing heavily and licking the strange, but lovely, flavour of pre-cum off her lips, Christy groaned. Her heart raced and her body felt funny all over. The tightness of her shirt made swallowing air even harder, so she undid the top few buttons and said, âIâm good at it, and itâs just a stop-over while I find something better.ââAre you looking?ââYes!âKerry raised an eyebrow and Christy shifted uncomfortablyâuntil the rubbing of her open shirt on her heaving breasts caused her eyes to light up like blue Christmas lights.âSort of,â she sighed as her left hand cupped a boob and began to thumb the half inch long pleasure button jutting out over the top of her demi-bra. She pinched, shook, squealed in pleasure and finally caught sight of herself reflected in a poster-filled window outside the theatre as her head began to twist.She paused for a moment, staring before she moaned, âHow are you doing this?â All around her was bright light. It was much too hot, and she was practically naked, thanks to the crazy woman tormenting her. Practically? She held her blouse in one hand while she felt up a nakedâand hugeâbreast with the other.âI told you already,â said Kerry, Queen of the Dark. âIâm an evil Goddess. This is just ⊠what I do. Everybodyâs got to have a hobby. Really, I was just on my way to quit my job at the bank, fuck the security guard, and then take off to watch a movie. Weâre here now, but it doesnât look like anything worth seeing is playing. And this is much more fun, donât you think?ââGnnngh-huh!â replied Christy, fighting for air. Her bra was too tight, even with the boobs swelling up and out of them, her heart pounded, and her wild pants and gasps just couldnât get enough oxygen into her lungs. Mustering all her will, she forced her hands away from their intimate exploration and slowly, carefully gulped down a mouthful of air.Then Kerry blew on one of Christyâs breasts and rolled her tongue around the hyper-excited nipple. The sensation fired the blondeâs entire body. Her hips thrust in mimicry of copulation, strangulated cries burst from her lips, and Christy found herself pushing her body into the self-proclaimed goddess and begging for another caress.âThatâs what I thought,â cooed Kerry, dropping the heavy boob and watching it bounce cutely. âIâve got an idea âŠ. Thereâs nothing worth watching on, so how about we make something?âChristy gurgled her response as Kerry grabbed her arm and pulled her into the lobby.âFirst we need a writer, so how about that guy over there?â She pointed at one of the theatre-goers whoâd stopped to watch the incredible display of an otherwise normalâbut hotâwoman working herself over like a sex crazed bimbo in the main concourse. âHe writes porn, you know âŠ. Only on the Internet, but you can get really crazy on the Internet. Thereâs even stuff about growing boobs. Youâd like that, wouldnât you? I mean, youâve got a set most porn stars would envy, but thereâs always room for more, right? I think that our picture could use that sort of spice, and screw the budget!âKaaaaa-Zap!âOhhh!â moaned Christy as her own hands ran over her body, trying to caress all of it all at once. Tormenting her? No! It felt much too good to be torment! Thought vanished under the weight of the unbelievable sensations flashing through her body like strikes of lightning
