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Ok. Here we go boys and girls. If you are a boy or girl get out now! You
must be 18 to read this. Assuming you are 18, the story has sex, breast
growth and transgender going ons. For some of you this may not be your
cup of tea. If that is the case, please do not read this. Lastly, Spell's-R-Us
(SRU) is an on going storyline. Many, many people have written SRU tales.
In the SRU world there is the SRU shop run by a powerful mind reading
wizard. He gives the appearance of a harmless old man. In a previous tale
he turned one helpless customer into a wolf that he now uses as a guard dog.
Enough background, on with the show, and my poor grammar. Please
enjoy!
Spells-R-Us, Burglars
by Bad Irving
It was a dark and stormy night. At the sound of a clock striking midnight,
the door to Spell's- R- Us crept open. Getting up from his kneeling position,
the spindly young man announced; "That's got it. That lock was nothing to
pick." Cautiously and slowly the gang of eight advanced into the darkened
room. They cast shadows as lightning flashed outside the window of the
shop.
"All right boys and girls, this place is ours. Grab some of this, so called,
magic stuff, and we are out of here!" announced Buck the leader of the gang.
In the back of the shop, up on a ledge, the steely eyed old wolf watched the
scene below him. He thought to himself; "We have got us a regular crime
spree going on. There had been a lot of break-ins over the last few days.
Well, now is the time for me to spring into action, and make these people
never forget what shop they have broken into. Yea, I might do it too, if I
were a real wolf, instead of being an enchanted wolf that used to be a man!
Have fun burglars, but remember, buyer beware." Then the wolf went back
to sleep.
In the shop below the scene continued to be played out. "Greg, you and
Sawback go to the back of the shop; Sandy, you and the Dickmeister take the
left, Frank and Eric take the right, Jean and I will check here. We want
anything of high value. Hey, be careful dudes, I hear this place is really
booby- trapped, I don't want anyone getting stuck in some magician's box
we can't lift. Now get going," said Buck.
Greg and Sawback headed to the back of the shop. Little did they realize that
there was a wolf sleeping over their heads, and little did the wolf care about
them. They passed all kinds of large statues, and the like. They seemed to
be in the fountain/art sculpture part of the shop.
Greg called out, "Yo Buck. Nutin back here, but statues. I don't figure we
want to heist an object weighin over 200 lbs., do we?"
Buck replied "Shut the fuck up, loud mouth! You want someone to hear us.
Just keep lookin."
Greg was grumbling, "Who the fuck does that asshole think he is? Where's
he gettin off speakin to me that a way?"
Sawback looked at him and laughed, "He's the asshole that beat the crap out
of you last week, and the asshole that cut my back; that's who the fuck that
asshole is. Now get lookin."
"Oh, houtey toutey, what the little ass kisser you are. Maybe we should
stop, so you can go suck his dick, or hold his balls for him? Uh, ass wipe?"
responded Greg.
Sawback was ready to punch out Greg. He looked at him angrily. He was
disgusted by the 18- year-old punk. He was a little guy, always whining
about something. He was a cheap ass petty thief and thug. Nothing ever
was right, and he was always mistreated, so he was so busy telling everyone
within ear shot. He was the kind of punk that wouldn't stand and fight. He
would stab you in the back, unless he was stealing, or unless he was busy
pulling the wings off of flies. Now, the only thing really interesting about
this situation is that Sawback's assessment of Greg was the perfect
description of Sawback as well; with the difference being he liked to pull the
legs off of flies, and then watch them land.
Greg had his head looking down looking into a barrel. He looked at the lip
of the barrel and it read "barrel of wishes." Greg was standing with his blind
side to Sawback.
Sawback saw his chance for an easy sucker punch on the punk Greg. He hit
Greg extremely hard. Greg went head first into the barrel. Greg's lying
halfway in and out of the barrel. His butt was sticking up in the air and his
back sloped down into the barrel. Sawback then came up close behind Greg.
He started to pummel Greg's back with a flashlight.
"Call me an ass kisser, fuck you, I wish I could fuck you up right now,"
cried Sawback as he continued to hit Greg.
Instantly some weird glow started. Sawback stood back. The glow
encompassed Greg. He felt strange, and at the same time he could feel his
clothes just fade away. Hair was cascading down from his head even longer
than before. He felt his ass begin to swell. He started gasping for breath.
He could feel his body shrinking. His ass was expanding, and breasts were
forming on his chest. His legs were spread akimbo, and feet no longer
touching the ground. He dangled out of the barrel. He suddenly felt air
come rushing into a newly formed vagina. Sawback was amazed. As the
glow subsided, he saw a cute naked butt, (and it was a female butt as shown
by the easily assessable womanhood in its crotch) just begging for attention.
Sawback came up to it and caressed it.
"Hey, get me out of here" Greg explained in a sexy female voice, "God,
what's happened to me? I can't push back out, help me."
Sawback, was getting excited, just the way he liked them! A helpless
woman, just ready to be fucked! He noticed that he would have to raise up a
bit to have sex with her, but that's ok, because all of his life he had been
called a fuck up anyway. Sawback was very excited. He dropped his pants,
and prepared to enter the woman in front of him.
Greg felt Sawback enter him. "Oh shit," she thought. She begged for
Sawback to stop but Sawback just laughed and kept on thrusting. Greg
sobbed and cried out "I wish I could fuck you, just like your fucking me."
Then another glow started.
Sawback was nearing climax when the glow engulfed him. He felt so
strange. He kept thrusting, but the feeling was getting less and less. He
noticed cool air was blowing across his bare skin. His attention to
completing his sex act was diverted completely as he felt his breasts jiggle
with his thrusts. Dumbfounded he stopped his thrusting and looked down.
He fell out of Greg, as he did so. Looking past his newly formed breasts, he
saw that his member was now bright pink. Grabbing it, he felt to where it
was held in place, by the strap he was wearing. Undoing the strap, he (now
she) was able to pull the now recognizable dildo away from her all too
obvious female body.
Via an uncontrollable impulse, Sawback helped Greg out of the barrel. She
said, "Ok, now you wear the strap on, and do me." Again on impulse
Sawback threw herself into the position just occupied by Greg. Without
thinking Greg strapped on the dildo and started thrusting into Sawback, just
as Sawback had done to her.
Sawback had her head in the barrel now. She wondered out loud, "How did
this happen? God, I am being fucked ! I am a woman? What the devil, this
doesn't make any sense. Fuck, I wish I could at least enjoy this, this feels
like...."
A brief glow engulfed her then vanished. Sawback was now thoroughly
enjoying the sex act. She rapidly went from enjoyment to pre-orgasm. Then
she was in orgasm. "Oh, do me, oh, fuck me, oh man, fuck stealing, I wish
we could do this for a living!"
As the glow subsided, Sawback was on a bed on her hands and knees. Greg
was doing her doggie style, still thrusting madly. Both were still wild with
passion. Without the cumbersome barrel, they could more enjoy their
bodies. Sawback felt her boobs shaking. Her butt being pounded against,
by another woman, and held, it was fantastic! Not even to mention the
incredible feeling emanating from her pussy. Greg's enjoyment had
increased as well. She felt comfortable with her B cup size breasts, shaking
from her own thrusts. She was being excited by Sawback's moans. She
loved looking at Sawback. She was even more pleased the two of them
looked so similar. This was such a turn on. Neither could hear the
conversation taking place behind the large mirror, beside the bed. They
wouldn't have understood anyway because it was in Japanese.
The short rotund Japanese fellow spoke to his tall compatriot, "These two
girls are hot! They are so beautiful, and look almost exactly the same. We
can pass them off as twins! Even more money. Maybe, we will even force
them to get implants, and make their little boobies bigger. Even more money
then!"
"Yes, Hashi, this will pay off nicely for us. Their modeling days are over.
We have their passports, so they cannot leave Japan, and they don't speak
Japanese; so they won't be going in anywhere. From now on they will have
to make their living by having sex in our shows, and servicing our clients.
But, we will have to change their names, Greg and Sawback does not sound
right for a couple of whores," the tall one replied.
On the other side of the shop Sandy and the Dickmeister were far too
interested in their own activities to be aware that Greg and Sawback had
vanished.
Sandy was a scrawny girl at about 5' 7" and 90 lbs., with a pock marked face
and the figure of a 10-year-old boy. She had lead a rough life, and was a
petty thief, but, it was probably her drug addiction that more than anything
else that had brought her to her current state of appearance. She had the hots
for the Dickmeister, but then again most of the girls did. Of course, that was
until they found out he was hung like a hamster. Then the hots often turned
to laughs. But Sandy didn't care. She didn't even care that he was calling
her stupid and skinny all the time. She wasn't a virgin with the hots. She had
had plenty of sex since she turned 16 four years ago. She wanted the
Dickmeister, simply, so she could brag about having him to the girls that
didn't understand why his nickname was a slam against his member's size.
She wanted to show how she could get what everybody else wanted.
The Dickmeister could careless about Sandy. She was just a simple skinny
dumb bitch that he tolerated. He was blond, 6' 2", 200 lbs., 19 years old,
and every inch on the outside a stud, not the kind of fellow you see with
scrawny idiot bitches. That is till you got in his pants, and saw his pathetic
endowment. However, the Dickmeister's real failings were on the inside.
He was a punk like the rest of them. He couldn't make a life on just being
pretty, so he turned to petty crime. It was just a matter of time till he made
his "big" score, as he escalated each of his criminal acts above the prior ones.
He was on a short trip to the big house, or if he really scored "big" maybe
even the chair.
"Hey, Dickmeister, how about we blow off the search gig and just do the
"deed" right here and now!" said Sandy.
"Shut-up, you scank. A stupid scrawny bitch like you sure as hell ain't
getting the Dickmeister."
"Oh, from what I hear you should be the Hamstermeister, but, not to worry,
I am gonna get your ass all my own someday." said Sandy.
"Fuck you" said Dickmeister.
"I hope so!" said Sandy.
"Fuck off, dumb ass" said an angry Dickmeister.
Sandy was used to these little display's of affection from the Dickmeister.
She continued to fumble through some display cases, while they talked. Her
flashlight illuminated a silver ring, with a solitary diamond setting. She
quickly grabbed it, and examined it by the light of her flashlight.
It was not an overly large stone, maybe 1/16 of a carat at most, but the ring
did look like silver. Looking back on the display case, she notices where the
ring had set, was a little label that said, ring of one wish.
She decided that might just be fun. Figuring that the worst case was that she
gets yelled at for saying something stupid, she turned to the Dickmeister and
said, "Looky here, I got me a wish ring. Guess what?"
"Fuck off some more, huh?" replied Dickmeister.
"I wish I wasn't scrawny, and that you had a huge dick, and that you would
want to have sex with me all the time, (Oh shit, what if I didn't want it?) ,and
that you could only have sex with me if I was prepared, (Oh, and just for
fun) that you were a lot dumber than me. Yea, I wish all that in my one
wish." said Sandy.
"PHHLT, what a stupid wish to...." the Dickmeister's retorted but was cut-
off in mid-sentence as he stared agoged at Sandy.
Sandy felt her jeans tighten immediately. Then they hurt. She felt every inch
of the seat of her jeans stretch. It rapidly went beyond stretching as the
material over her butt began to tare. She exclaimed "Not that big!", at the
moment her ass ripped through her jeans. She now sported two ass cheeks
each the size of watermelons. Her legs and thighs then split the seams of her
pants and the pants fell to the floor. Her shirt sleeves tightened around her
arms. Her bra suddenly filled full, then over full. She started experiencing
pain as the band and cups cut into her growing body. She stripped her shirt
off and quickly undid her bra. It too then slumped to the floor; before her she
saw, her fat bulbous large breasts on her now chubby chest. She would
easily hit the scales at 230 lbs with a 40DD bra. She stood before the
Dickmeister totally naked except for her shoes, and they were being
stretched.
The Dickmeister was astonished as he watched Sandy go from scrawny to
overweight. At least she was still a fuckable size instead of gargantuan. In
fact, she was starting to look good to him. He had always had a thing for big
butts. Besides, if this wish worked all the way his hamster days were over!
But, why be nice when there's an opening to be mean.
"Hey, great wish babe! You wanted to be a fat chick right? Cute butt,
ha....oh, oh" Dickmeister felt a throbbing in his pants. "Oh, yea, now the
good part, check this out!" and he dropped his pants.
The Dickmeister's member first became erect and then continue to inflate.
"Oh, yea, go baby go, make daddy proud!" He rapidly got to five, then six,
and onto seven inches. The Dickmeister began to swing it like a sword. He
also was beginning to desire to use his enlarging member for its intended
purpose. In fact, Sandy didn't look plump anymore, she was starting to
look very attractive. She was turning him on; just looking at that ass of hers
was really getting him excited. The thought of being in her was very
enticing. As his desire for her increased, so did the length and breath of his
member.
"You know Sandy. I was wrong to be mean to you earlier. I love your new
butt! I would like to make up for being mean to you, now, and in a "BIG"
way."; with that he waved his easily eight inch member at her.
Sandy's attention was drawn to the Dickmeister. He was getting HUGE and
wanted HER! She smiled to herself. He must be more than eight inches
now. MMMM and that huge dick could be in her, just like she wanted. That
wish would make him her play thing. Her eyes focused on his nine-inch
penis. She thought to herself "I want THAT!". The Dickmeister was hers!
Flushed with excitement Sandy lay on the floor and spread her legs. "Come
here and let me feel the new and improved Dickmeister."
The Dickmeister rapidly entered her. He pushed fully into her and began his
thrusts. He kneaded her huge ass with his hands, and bent to suck on her
full breasts. He was really enjoying himself. He wanted her more and more.
Soon nothing, but to fuck, and fuck Sandy was in his mind.
Sandy felt his pounding. It was exquisite as he filled her more and more. He
was still growing! How big would he get? Who cared, she was in heaven,
and closed her eyes in the thrill of sex while he filled her love channel,
sucked her nipples, and squeezed her butt.
The Dickmeister's pleasure intensified as he grew. Soon, he felt he was
bending. He was getting too long to fit in her all the way. First he stopped
playing with her breasts, and raised back slightly, but he was still too big for
her. Next he released her butt, and raising up on his arms backed off a bit so
that his distance from her would increase. Sandy, was still in ecstasy, but
was feeling there was just too much of the Dickmeister in her. His dropping
her butt and raising up on his arms relived much of the pressure, but, his
width was still a bit painful. Despite the pain, Sandy did not want him to
stop.
Now his brain began to freeze on the thought to fuck. The only mental
picture he had was to fuck and fuck some more. That fuck had to be Sandy.
His member was much bigger now. As he moved back, he was now on all
fours. That didn't matter, he was in Sandy, and that's all he wanted. He
continued his now awkward thrusts.
Sandy was in pain. She was moving her hips to meet his thrusts. She was
nearing her own orgasm, but, he WAS huge. She cried out as her orgasm
began. Her cries turned to shrieks of pain and pleasure when he swelled with
his own orgasm.
The Dickmeister was cuming now. It was the release he had sought. It felt
wonderful. He cried out in ecstasy as well "Hee Haw, Hee Haw."
Sandy opened her eyes. She screamed and screamed. She saw the donkey
that was on top of her. She tired to move but she was chained. The audience
applauded. The Dickmeister was now literally a stupid ass. He was going
limp, but, his member remained within Sandy.
The Dickmeister's handler came up on stage and announced, "Senors, please
come back tomorrow at 2, 6 and 9, to see the show again. Come early and
see how we have to prepare Sandy for her lover. Thank you for coming to
see, The Dickmeister and Sandy, Beastly Love in Action, goodnight."
The Dickmeister was lead off the stage. The only thought in his head was to
fuck Sandy more. Sandy remained on the stage until she was unchained, and
then taken back to her small cell that in time she would learn to call home.
Frank called out, "People, keep it down we are going to get caught."
To which Eric responded, "What a bunch of dumb crooks, there's way too
much noise going on in here."
Of course, Frank and Eric knew about dumb crooks; they had been two for
years. They had teamed up three years ago, when they were both 20. They
had lead a life of underwhelming crime ever sense then. At least they weren't
the violent type. They were the kind of guys that would steal an old lady's
purse, but, make sure she wasn't hurt after they knocked her down. Now,
they were here in Spells-R-Us, on a dark, and stormy night. It wasn't really
an issue of what they would steal, but, how in their own dumb way, they
would screw up.
Frank was talking to Eric "This stuff is suppose to be magical. We could be
rich!" and with the word rich he slipped and broke a display case.
"Hey, keep it down to a dull roar you assholes!" Buck bellowed from the
front of the shop.
"OH! MAN WE ARE SORRY! " Yelled both Frank and Eric.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP IDIOTS!"
Eric was brushing glass off of Frank, "Oh, we better be quiet. Look what
you knocked to the floor. Man, it's a Barbie Doll"
"A magical Barbie Doll? What does it do, dress people in Barbie clothes?"
A green glow engulfed the pair. They felt their clothes pulling and shifting.
Eric felt his pants rapidly moving up his legs, while Eric felt his shirt sleeves
fuse to his shirt. Their clothing turned soft and translucent. It became lighter
and lighter. Their clothes became soft and frilly.
"Ha, ha, You look cute in your green teddy!" Eric exclaimed.
"Well, you're dynamite in your pink teddy!" Frank replied.
Eric said, "Wow, wonder what would have happened if I asked if it turned
people into Barbies?" Before Frank could say "Idiot" the glow engulfed them
again.
They felt their manhood rapidly retract only to be replaced by womanhood.
Their legs became shapely, their hips widened and the panties went
delightfully taunt across their petite butts, their waists narrowed, their chests
shrunk while their breasts developed rapidly lifting the teddies well away
from their bodies, as they swelled to beyond the D cup size, their faces
became beautiful with up turned noses, and long blond hair rolled down their
long necks.
Frank grabbed his now large chest. "Boobs, I have got boobs you stupid
idiot! How am I suppose to go through life like this? Change us back you
stupid bitch!"
Eric, shook the Barbie he was holding at Frank, "Who are you calling
names? You cow!" A glow suddenly engulfed Frank.
Frank's breasts grew larger. Her teddy was lifted high to where she could
look straight down clear through her cleavage to the floor. Then her breasts
became heavier and heavier. They seemed to stretch instead of grow. They
were starting to hurt. Frank grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples, a
drop of milk appeared. It felt good to express her milk. As she started to
milk herself, she felt an itching below her boobs. She scratched; then it hurt
to scratch. She felt more sensations as the skin rose up and seemed to pucker
under her fingers. The sensitivity of the areas increased, as two more nipples
rapidly formed beneath her boobs. They swelled into budding breasts, then
full breasts. These also started to swell, as they filled with milk. All four
boobs were now huge. They seemed to be growing even more. The nipples
became bigger and the nips became longer. As the boobs grew, they seemed
to fuse together into one big boob. But, the nipples remained in place,
growing longer, while the areolas were shrinking. Frank groped at her one
large boob that covered her entire chest. She now had four teats dangling
from the boob. The weight became too much for her, and she fell forward to
all fours. She looked with pleading eyes at Eric. And such eyes, how big
and brown they were! Eric watched as Frank's expanding body ripped the
teddy completely off. Frank's boob with its four dangling teats seemed to
move down to her crotch. Her arms looked like legs. Her face was
elongating. Soon the only thing Eric saw was a full size Guernsey Cow,
with some very full udders. Frank wanted to talk, but, all that came out was
"Moo." Frank wasn't really mad. She just wanted to be milked.
Eric was upset. "What have I done? Why couldn't I have just staid with
Barbie? Frank. I am so sorry. I mean the worst that could have happened is
to have ended up as some stacked stripper named Barbie, right? I....uh
ho..."
The glow engulfed Eric. She watched as her breasts started to grow. They
grew larger and larger. The teddy was being pulled taunt. Then it started to
tear. It ripped full away. Eric cupped her breasts, but, her hands were vastly
overwhelmed. She was easily in the 50+ inch range, and cup sizes just
didn't make any sense at that size.
She started to take a step forward but hit a pole right between her eyes. The
audience laughed. Good grief, she was naked now! She had to get out of
here. She thought she had regained her balance. She had forgotten about her
increased weight in front, and fell head over heels onto the stage. The
audience guffawed. Eric then heard the music. A couple of fellows came up,
and copped a feel while they helped her up. Somewhere a voice said, "Let's
here it for Erica Barbie the clumsiest stacked stripper in the business." The
audience cheered. Eric was lead back stage and to a new life in Las Vegas.
Buck had enough. There was way too much noise for a burglary! He ran to
the rear of the shop. He couldn't find anybody. He even looked inside a
barrel, but, found it to be empty. He went to the left of the shop. He tripped
on a silver ring, but, threw it away when he saw there was no stone in the
setting. Dashing to the right of the shop, he came face to face with a cow
(Where'd that come from?), a broken display case, and a Barbie doll on the
floor. With the cow mooing at him, he went back to the front of the shop in
disgust.
"The bastards all skied up on me!"
"Are you sure? Maybe something happened?" Jean asked.
"No, they are all cowardly worthless bastards!" Which pretty much
described Buck himself. He was indeed a bastard, and a mean one at that.
He was as apt to stick you with the knife he always carried, as to say hello.
He was 20 years old, and just very rotten. He had killed three men, and was
on the road to kill more. He had held his, so called, gang together more out
of intimidation, than anything else. On the other hand he was a loner, and
didn't care for anybody. He also didn't go for fair fights. Unless he was a
sure winner, he was always the first to run away, and then to blame it on
others.
He stood there with Jean. Jean was 16 years old. She had a rough life up
until then. She was more with this gang out of necessity, than because of an
interest in crime. She had been orphaned when only four years old, and had
been on the street for the last four years. She was a street tough all right, but,
unlike the others, not by choice.
"Well, fuck all of them. Here, maybe I have finally found something worth
stealing" Buck picked up a picture of an old man and young woman from
behind the counter, that was in a silver frame.
"Oh, leave that Buck. It wasn't for public view. It wasn't for sale. That's
somebody's personal picture of their family leave it please!?" And Jean tried
to take the picture from his hands.
"Leave it!!!? Why the hell did, we come here? First, they sky up, and then
you want me to leave something cause it's personal. Fuck You, and this
whole damn gang." Buck punched Jean, while putting the picture into his
loot sack. This did not placate Buck, he continued his tirade, and proceeded
to bust up every glass case he could find.
"Chill out Buck! You're going to get us caught!", Jean said while holding
her side.
"Kiss my ass, you worthless scum bag bitch whore!" and with that Buck hit
Jean again. Jean was thrown clear across the room by the force of his blow.
Blood was pouring out of Jean's mouth.
The noise of Buck's rampage woke up the tired old wolf. He watched the
drama unfold. The wolf watched with curiosity. He could sense there was
goodness in Jean, unlike the rest. He also saw that Buck was a man out of
control.
"Shit Buck, I think you busted my jaw."
"Keep talking bitch and get more!" Buck was now closing in on her with a
fist up raised.
Jean was in a corner of the shop among some broken display cases. All sorts
of objects lay about her. Buck got to her and picked her up. He bitch
slapped her. He held her up while slugging her in the stomach, and only then
did he let her drop to the floor. She landed on top of numerous objects.
Jean, was injured. She could barely move her jaw. One of the objects had
impaled her side. She pulled it out. Buck was in an absolute rage now. He
had drawn his knife. With Buck closing in she whimpered "I wish you were
a woman, so you could know what this was like" A flash of light shot from
the objects and through Buck; he staggered and dropped the knife.
Buck felt very strange. A tingling went through him. His hair was longer
and flowing down his neck. His boots now grew higher and were a tighter
fit. He felt his pants legs transform into fishnet stockings. Then the rest of
his pants turned into a very short miniskirt. His shirt transformed into a mid-
drift belly hugger. His breasts budded and developed even while his t shirt
formed into a bra. Buck staggered and then stopped. He tried to take into
account what had happened. He looked down, but, could not see his feet.
His large breasts protruded far too far in front to allow that. Even with a bra
on, each step brought a jiggle or wiggle to his chest. Buck gasped and
reached to a wall for support. Bending down he felt under his miniskirt.
There he found thong panties. These he ripped off in disgust only to find,
not what he wanted, but a fully functional set of female sex organs instead.
Buck glowered at Jean. "Now you are going to die bitch! How dare you do
this to me!" She reached down, picked up the knife off the floor, and headed
toward Jean.
The wolf sensed he needed to act. Jean didn't need to die in this shop.
Nobody ever died here, they just had their life changed or sometimes
suspended, but no death. He got to his feet and started to leap, but he was
too late.
Buck plunged the knife into Jean, about four inches below her rib cage in her
back. She stabbed her twice. Jean slumped forward, she was dying.
The wolf hit the floor between Buck and Jean. Buck screamed, dropped the
knife, and ran for the door. The wolf cut her off. She retreated to the interior
of the shop.
The wolf went to Jean and nuzzled her. Jean was near death, her breathing
was labored, and she knew she was going to die.
The wolf tried to do what he could. He licked her face and whimpered at her.
He nudged, an odd looking, fat female figurine up next to her body. Her
blood was still pumping from the wounds. The figurine was being covered
in blood.
Jean cried, "Thank you. You tried. It's really my fault anyway. I have
ruined my life. It had to end this way. It is far better to go like this soon,
instead of later. Maybe if I had it to live over, I wouldn't have screwed up
so, but, it's better this way. Just stay with me till..."
The little statuette seemed to glow. Jean's wounds stopped pumping out
blood, and started to heal. Years began to strip away from her face. She was
becoming younger and younger.
Buck tried for the door again, and again the wolf blocked her move. Buck
tried for the back of the story and the wolf blocked that way too. So, Buck
just stayed where she was.
Besides, she was having problems running with her new female body. She
wondered if Jean had died yet. She turned to look at Jean. She looked for
her but saw a baby instead. Buck thought "That baby must be two years, no
one year, hey, that kid's getting younger while I watch".
Then the pools of blood on the floor got weird. They appeared to have had
grown together. Looking at the baby, it now was even younger, and had an
umbilical cord hooked from its navel to the blob of blood. This was gross.
Then the wolf came up behind Buck. It knocked her to the floor and stood on
her chest. The paws of the wolf hurt as they put pressure on Bucks large
breasts and her stomach. Buck thought she would resist, until she looked up
into the snarling face of the wolf with his big pointy teeth. Out of the corner
of her eye, now, she saw the blob of blood starting to move. It was coming
toward her!
It got closer and closer. Through the lightning strikes, and the turned on
flashlight that laid on the floor, Buck could see the blob of blood now clearly
had veins in it! Buck wiggled and screamed.
The wolf lost his balance and Buck escaped to the corner of the shop.
Running to the corner, she slipped on a silver ring that was on the floor, and
fell. She hit her head on the way down. She was sitting in the corner on her
butt (which she noticed was much larger since her change) holding her head
in pain. She looked up just in time to see the blob headed for her. She
started to kick back, and held her arms out in front of her to stop it from
hitting her head.
It wasn't headed for her head. The blob shot underneath her skirt and
directly into her vagina. It penetrated her. It was as though an expander had
pushed her vagina wide open beyond its limits, as the blob entered her. Buck
fell over onto the floor. Her breathing became very labored. The blob was
moving deep inside her. It felt as though it stopped at her belly. Buck's tight
miniskirt was split apart by her expanding waist. She screamed in pain. Then
before she could move again, she started to feel like he was taking a giant
shit, but, some how in reverse. She was helpless to move. She had to deal
with this shit right now! She would push and grunt. The more she did it, the
better she felt when it stopped. But then it would start again. The
overwhelming pain continued, and urged her on. It was like it was coming in
waves. She had a short breather between waves, now, and again, but, the
process continued. Her face was drenched in sweat. This was tiring. She
then saw, no, she didn't, oh, NO! She saw the baby was still hooked to the
cord, with the blob! It was being sucked between her legs. It was coming
into her feet first. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STOP" Buck thought, but that
was far too late. The baby's legs were in her. With each passing wave, the
baby more and more was sucked into her body. Her stomach was expanding
as the baby entered more and more. Finally the entire baby was in.
Exhausted she placed her hands on her now huge stomach. She was too
tired to move. She lay there holding her bloated stomach, and prayed for the
pain to stop. For hours the waves of pain continued, till finally they
diminished. They were 10 min apart, then about an hour later, they stopped
completely.
Buck had just had her labor pains stop, when her breasts started hurting.
They were swelling. Her bra was far too tight. She stripped off her top and
bra. She was interested to see from the bra that she had just out grown a size
34F. Her breasts stood out as far as her stomach. She wondered just how
big was she. She held her breasts. She squeezed a nipple, and a drop of
milk formed. She wondered if that meant the baby might be coming out
again? She pleaded for that not to happen. She didn't want to go through all
that pain again.
After the passage of about another hour, she felt she could walk. She made it
back to where Jean had been. At first the walking was very uncomfortable,
as her swollen belly and bouncing milk laden tits were very difficult to deal
with. To her great pleasure her tits had reduced their swelling, and the milk
appeared to be gone, by the time she got back to the front of the shop.
However, to her dismay she was still very much pregnant. Jean was gone,
as was the baby (till she remembered the baby was now in her!). Where Jean
had laid, there was an odd female figurine.
Buck picked up the statuette. Hoping, that maybe, just maybe, this statue
could restore her. She said, "I wish I wasn't pregnant, I don't want to be
pregnant please a dozen times over make me not pregnant, please". Buck
turned this almost into a chant.
The wolf smiled inwardly to himself, and went back to his lair at the top of
the shop.
It was mid morning when the Shopkeeper came in. "Hi, Buck" he exclaimed
as he entered the store.
Buck was in the same place as before. She had fallen asleep. She woke up
to see she was naked except for boots, and thigh high stockings. She was
still pregnant, but, she wasn't anywhere near as large. She staid in a fetal
position, and tried to cover herself up from view.
"Oh, no need to do that Buck. I have seen naked woman before. I have even
ones that are five months pregnant, like you. Beside's you need to get out of
here, and get on with that new life of yours. Fortunately, I have the clothes
you need right behind the counter here."
With that the shop owner produced, underwear, and a tasteful, but low cut
dress .
"What do you mean new life? Change me back!"
"No dice Buck. You been holding that fertility statue all night, chanting. I
have good news for you though. Your baby is going to age forward now.
But best of all, your wish has been granted. You will be pregnant 12 more
times! Not to worry though, wouldn't want you having bastard children, I
have arraigned for you to be married to a nice dairy farmer. Unfortunately,
the farm is so far out in the country, that you'll never get to a hospital in time
for any of your deliveries. So, no drugs to help with the pain. You know
how many women don't get to experience natural child birth? You are so
lucky! On the other hand for the next 13 years, 9 out of 12 months you get to
be pregnant. Buck, from now on you will be bringing life into the world
instead of snuffing it out. What a wonderful way for you to atone for your
past conduct. And as an extra bonus you get those large breasts. They are
going to be even larger when you nurse. Remember a few hours ago? You
know just how large they will get to be. You'll be giving the cows on the
farm a run for their money. By my calculations you will be giving milk
starting in about four months, with your first delivery until about three years
after you last delivery. That means you will be continuously nursing for the
next 16 years! And each time you put a baby to your teat you will be helping
to nourish someone, yet another way to atone. Don't get mad Buck, here's a
little bonus, whenever your husband just barely touches your tits you are
going to want him to make you pregnant. Well, put another way you'll just
become uncontrollably horny. Each of those future pregnancies will be the
result of your own desires.
Almost forgot, your future husband is on his way in. You are such a lucky
girl! ... You want to be naked when he gets here? What would he think
seeing you naked on meeting you? He's pretty conservative and thinks he's
meeting a beautiful young mail order bride. I don't think he'd want to meet
you naked. You could leave now if you prefer, but of course you would be
leaving naked and pregnant. I can see by your chest that's it's a little cold in
here right now. It's even colder outside."
"Fuck you, give me those clothes. Change me back old man." Shivering
from the cold, at the moment she had little choice. She quickly got dressed.
There would be time enough to make the old man change her back after she
had some clothes on. The clothes were a good fit. Buck was happy to see
that she had gone back down to a 34F size, but, she still sighed about his
predicament and the size of her chest. The fact that the dress plainly showed
off her cleavage was not reassuring to Buck. She focused her attention in
trying to pull the dress up higher and hide some of her exposed breasts.
Right about then, a man in his mid twenties in a conservative old fashion suit,
and straw hat entered the shop. Buck was still fiddling with her dress, when
the man came in, and was at the moment too distracted to notice him.
"Hello Randolph, here she is"
"Gute you ver right, she is the big one on top isn't she? That is just fine ",
Randolph said with a grin. "Unt za cow, you have ze cow for me?"
"But of course right over there, here's a funny one, the cow's name is
Frank."
"Ach, she needs to be milked! I need to do that now before we go, her
udders are over full now."
"Oh, that would be fine Randolph. There is a bucket and stool right over
there." After giving the bucket and stool to the Farmer the Shopkeeper went
back to the front of the store where Buck was standing.
Buck gave up on adjusting his dress and spoke up, "I don't give a crap about
all this, I ain't marrying no farmer, let alone fucking him, let alone having 12
more kids. Now fix all this old man!" At that moment Buck felt the baby she
was carrying move. "Oh, man you gotta change me back!"
"Ok, ok, Buck, you are right. It wouldn't be right to force you into this. My
mistake. It will take a couple of minutes to get the spell cast. Meanwhile,
have this. (He handed Buck a small heart made of solid gold.) You take this
heart of gold. I was out of line. The heart is my way of making all this up to
you. They are very rare; to have one is a great gift. While you look at that, I
will explain the marriage being off to Randolph over there. I will change you
in a bit just hold on. I will be right back."
Buck took the heart. She looked at it. "It must be solid gold! Ok, so
something is working out after all. And that SOB of a Shopkeeper is going
to get his due after he changes me back. I can stay calm till he gets back here
and changes me. Then whamo!" Buck thought to herself.
The Shopkeeper went over to Randolph, who was just finishing up milking,
and brought him back to Buck. He set the bucket he was carrying down, and
took off his hat before, he started speaking to Buck.
"Allo, mine namen ist Randolph. This here very nice gentleman has arranged
for you to marry me. I understand you be with child, but, I say we can all
forgive. I have a nice farm, and offer you a good, but, hard honest life. Vill
you come away now, mit me, unt be my wife?"
Buck held tightly onto her heart and then looked at the farmer. She was
going to tell the farmer where to go, but, the farmer now looked different.
He perhaps wasn't so bad. Buck at least could be nice, when she told him no
way. Buck felt a need to reach out and touch this nice man. First she would
need to put that heart down. She opened her fist and it was empty. The heart
of gold the Shopkeeper had given her had somehow vanished, but, that
didn't matter anymore. Hatred seemed to flee Buck's body, and for the first
time in a long time she felt good, she looked at the Shopkeeper and said,
"After all I have said and done, you went and found this nice man to marry
me?" A tear ran down Buck's cheek. She turned to face Randolph, (you
know that handsome nice man who just came in the shop), and said,
"Randolph my name is Betty. I only hope I can live up to your expectations
of a dedicated hard-working wife, and mother for your many children.
Please my husband to be, may I kiss you?"
"Just this once in public Betty, this is a special time"
Betty kissed Randolph with all her heart and felt a love swelling in her for
this wonderful man and for this child she was caring. Right then and there
she decided to dedicate all she had to this relationship, and to being a great
mother. Besides, she thought Randolph would be a great lover too, tee hee,
(she also thought the baby he was carrying would be a girl, and decided to
name her Jean). Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard a faint but
persistent scream of a man?
Randolph lead Frank, the cow, and Betty, his wife to be, out of the shop.
Betty felt her baby move, and placed Randolph's hand on her stomach, so,
he could feel it too. They both smiled and giggled. Randolph even bent over
and kissed Betty's stomach and said "Allo little vun, I am your father, unt I
love you very much." With tears in her eyes, Betty hugged Randolph as they
walked off, with the cow in tow.
The Shopkeeper stood by the counter as the couple left with their cow. The
wolf came down from his lair, and started drinking the milk that was in the
bucket. After finishing off the milk, he asked the Shopkeeper (who had the
power to speak with him), "How many of those hearts of gold do you have?"
"Well, I did have two, gave one to Buck there and one to a skinhead chick
that beat up some Amish kids. Oh, sorry, you wouldn't know, she is now
Randolph soon to be married to Betty."
The old wolf started laughing so hard that he howled.
The Shopkeeper said, "Don't laugh. The best thing that could happen to
anybody is to be given a heart of gold. You know what? They are infectious
and rub off on people around them. Besides for those two, its going to make
them great parents to their very many kids."
The Shopkeeper looked at his wolf and said. "Nice save on Jean, but, if you
don't guard better in future you are going to stay a wolf. You know how
much hard work, and what time shifting I had to do to get this to turn out
right? Don't even ask!" He slapped his hands twice and the shop returned to
a pristine shape.
The wolf stirred, shook his head, and said "Fat chance you will ever change
me back anyway."
"Sorry, but you stay a wolf for now, because my shop needs protection from
all these criminals!" and with that the Shopkeeper started laughing.
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