This is my one, and only, entry into the Spells r' Us universe.
SPELLS r' US: Showtime
By Raven
Jeff was a drama student at the university. Ever since he
was a little boy he wanted to be an actor. Jeff grew up watching
all of the old greats: Errol Flynn, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., and all
of the swashbuckling heros. In truth, that is how he pictured him-
self. The modern movies just couldn't capture the "daring-do" of
the old black and whites! Jeff was convinced that when he became
a star, he would be able to bring back some of that old flair.
The only problem was that, in four years of college, the only
roles that Jeff was able to get in the school productions were just bit
parts. He was the only senior in the drama department that had
never had a speaking part. As an actor, Jeff was just horrible. Still,
he ignored the advice of his faculty advisor, who recommended that he
chose another career, and continued to go to auditions. Jeff had con-
vinced himself that he was just dealing with second-rate people who
wouldn't know real talent if it walked up and bit them in the ass!
It was Saturday. Jeff had just gotten done with another audition,
for the upcoming school production of "Hamlet." Of course, Jeff au-
ditioned for the lead role of Hamlet. His ego would not let him try out
for any other part, for which he may be more qualified. Once again, he
was dismissed, without a chance for a "callback," before he even got
out the entire soliloquy. "I'll show them all," he thought to himself.
"When I'm a star, and they are nothing, I'll come back, just so I can
laugh in their faces."
Jeff didn't quite want to go home yet, so he headed off to the
mall on the outskirts of town. He parked his car in the parking garage,
taking the escalator up into the mall. From there, Jeff proceeded to walk
around, looking in and around the shops.
Near the one end of the mall, he noticed a store that he never
saw before. The sign read:
SPELLS r' US
"It must be a new store," he thought. "That's weird. It's not
even close to Halloween!"
Despite that fact, Jeff decided to go in and look around. As
he opened the door he heard the "tinkle" of a bell, like you might see
in a country general store. He scanned the place, and didn't see a
soul. He thought that the clerk must be in the back. Rather than wait
for the store attendent to return, Jeff started to browse around.
Actually the place looked more like an antique store, rather
than a magic' shop. The place was filled to the rafters with old, dusty
junk. Jeff couldn't understand why anyone would actually buy some
of this trash. Jeff was just about to go back out into the mall, when he
heard a voice behind him say, "Going so soon Jeff? I'm sure that we
can find something in here for you....."
Jeff turned to see an old man, who appeared to be slightly
hunched over, and dressed in old robes. "H-how do you know my
n-name?" Jeff stammered.
"You are a drama student at the university. I've seen you
around. I know all about you," replied the old man.
Naturally, Jeff thought that the old man was simply a fan.
It didn't occur to him that the old man may be more than he seemed.
"Yes. I am, as a matter of fact," said Jeff. "How is it that
you know so much about me?"
"I know many things. You see I am a wizard."
"That's a lot of balogney!" exclaimed Jeff.
"I know for instance that you want to be a movie star. I think
that I may have something here that just might help you."
"How could you help me, old man? All I need is my talent!"
"Do not discount the ways of magic, young man. What would
you say that I could give you something that would guarantee that you
got a part that was equal to you level of talent?"
Jeff thought about it for a moment. Although he knew that he
was talented, he sure was tired of getting beaten out at the auditions.
Perhaps he could swallow his pride just this once. After all, every star
needed a break to get started. He didn't exactly believe in magic, but
at this stage, he was willing to give anything a try. "What do you have
in mind?" Jeff replied to the wizard.
The old man went into the back for a minute, returning with
what appeared to be a jar of unpopped popcorn. He handed it to Jeff.
"Popcorn? What do you expect me to do with popcorn?"
exclaimed Jeff, a little irritated that he was being put on.
"Of course. What else would you eat at a movie?"
Jeff thought a second. The old man was right, of course!
"What am I supposed to do with this?" queried Jeff.
"You must take it home, and pop it. When you eat some of it
you will become the star that you belive yourself to be. It is that simple,"
instructed the wizard.
To Jeff this was too good to be true. If it worked, he would
have his heart's desire. Then he could come back and laugh at all of his
teachers and classmates. Jeff looked up and asked the wizard, "How
much do you want for this."
"Oh it's no charge. Just remember me when you are a star.
Maybe you can do some favor for me when you are a star, hmm?"
"It's a deal," cried Jeff. He thanked the wizard over and
over again before leaving. He practically raced to his car, and sped
home to try the popcorn. All the while he had visions of playing the
lead in "Hamlet."
When Jeff got into his apartment, he went into the kitchen.
He quickly located a deep pot to make the popcorn. A splash of
vegetable oil, and a heated pot later, the popcorn was cooking. He
could hear the pop' pop' of the kernels as they exploded in the
heat of the oil. The smell of popcorn filled the air of the apartment.
After the popping was done, Jeff emptied the contents of
the pot into a bowl. He lightly salted the snack, and added only the
slightest hint of butter. Jeff settled in on the couch to watch an old
movie, while he devoured the magic popcorn.
In the matter of a half of an hour, Jeff had eaten the entire
contents of the bowl. He certainly didn't feel any different. However,
he thought it was getting a little bit warm in the apartment. He got up
to turn on the air conditioning when a wave of dizziness washed over
him. Jeff doubled over, falling to the floor.
The living room of the apartment seemed to be spinning around
Jeff. His vision blurred to the point where he couldn't make out any-
thing around him. Still, the heat in the room continued to grow more
intense.
Suddenly, it felt like all of his clothes were dissolving off of his
body. Jeff felt a huge weight upon his chest, and the thought went through
his mind that he was having a heart attack! He still wasn't able to see
anything, but he began to her the low mumbling of voices around him.
"What is happening to me?" Jeff shrieked inside of his head. The
feeling of moving air on bare skin told him that all of his clothes were gone.
He was now totally naked!
Jeff stuggled to get up to his hands and knees. The weight on his
chest felt massive. He reached out for something, anything, to steady him-
self. Jeff's hand closed on something hard, and warm. It felt kind of like
skin, but it was much to hard.
Jeff reached out with his other hand, and grasped the same thing.
He had no idea what he was touching, but it was vaguely familiar. It was
something he had felt before, just not in this context.
Suddenly Jeff felt something really strange in his groin area. It was
like someone was entering him! Then he got the same sensation, although
a little more painful from the rear. Jeff really started to panic when he felt
whatever was in him begin to withdraw, only to thrust back in again and
again.
Jeff opened his mouth to yell for help. However, before he could
get any words out, he heard someone to his left yell, "Now Rex....GO!!"
He felt something hard and warm inserted into his mouth as he opened
his lips. That to began to thrust in and out.
The next thing Jeff felt were hands on his waist pulling him into the
thrusting from behind. He felt hands on his chest fondling the dangling weight.
Just as his vision began to clear, Jeff heard the same voice yell "Cut...."
Jeff could now see that he was on a sound stage. The heat he felt
was the stage lighting. To his horror, he could also see that he was surrounded
by men.......naked men.
A fully clothed man appeared in front of him saying, " Taffy. If
your gonna set the single movie record for getting the most guys off, then you're
gonna have to jerk off the guys on the sides at the same time..."
The clapboard the man was carrying said:
TAFFY'S BIG BOOB, GANG BANG ADVENTURE
ACT IV, SCENE 2
Jeff looked left, then right. Both of his hands were grasping erect penises.
In front of him, at face level was another penis, that only seconds ago, he had in
his mouth. He looked below him. There was another man, with his hands on
mountainous breasts that hung heavily from his chest. This man's penis rested near
his smooth genital area. Last, but not least, another man had his penis near the
opening to his rectum.
"......but I'm not Taffy," Jeff began to protest, but his high, breathy, Marilyn
Monroe-like voice told him that he was.
The old man had made him a star alright, the star of porn movies.
Back in the shop, the old man thought to himself, "He said he wanted a
part that met his level of talent. Well a porn star doesn't need to know how to
act! The only thing that is needed is one hell of a body, and a huge sex drive.
Taffy's got both of those in spades now......"
The old man reflected for a moment. "Maybe Taffy will give me an
autographed picture for my wall? After all, I did make her what she is today!"
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