Was that store always there?

Code couldn't take her eyes off the far side of the road as she waited for the crosswalk sign to change. The lizard was heading to the subway station to return home after work, and so was very familiar with the trip and the scenery – such as it was – along the way. The corner store had always been there, of course, and she certainly remembered the fast food place... but weren't they next to each other?

She blinked, but her eyes still clearly saw the curiosity shop in between the two. It was hard to miss with all the Halloween decorations set up on its windows; perhaps she had just missed it before when it wasn't so thoroughly ornamented. Though considering that it was October 31st, that must have been some very last-minute decorating.

The crosswalk sign changed to 'Walk' and she crossed the street, her curiosity leading her to a detour into the shop. It was hard to see into it from the outside with all of the bats, pumpkins, ghosts, and other such decorations shown in the windows, so she had no idea what waited inside. When she pushed open the door, a little bell rang somewhere, and when the door closed behind her, the noise of the city street was completely muffled. The interior seemed a lot darker than it really was as all the walls, carpet, and shelves were solid black, with only the ceiling lights illuminating them and their contents. Code didn't see anyone else in the store, neither customers nor staff, and took a few steps forward to look at the nearest shelf.

It all seemed like fairly ordinary knick-knacks at first, mostly purely aesthetic: little statues, tiny potted plants, coffee cups, drinking glasses, and other things that Code would have classified as 'souvenirs' in most cases. Yet whoever was running this place certainly seemed committed to the theme with the labels on the shelves – they weren't coffee mugs, they were "vessels of heated fluid containment". It wasn't just a faun statue, it was a "depiction of the lord of the forest". She also chuckled a little at seeing the prices listed in gold pieces rather than dollars, which was a nice touch.

The other shelves held many more interesting items, some of which Code couldn't recognize or identify. The wands might have made for a good Halloween costume accessory as they certainly looked authentic, finely polished and with what looked like real gemstones set into them, but that was perhaps why their prices were so high. The paintings on the wall were so realistic that Code swore she could see them move a little, and she had no idea what language the books she found were written in.

Just as she picked up what a sign said were 'bracers of dexterity', Code suddenly heard a voice behind her. "Hello, dear," it crooned, and Code turned her head sharply to see a black-furred feline woman dressed in a witch's outfit – black pointed hat with a buckle and all, and equally dark robes to match. Code really had to give her credit for her dedication to the store's theme. The brim of her hat covered the upper half of her face from Code's view, yet she seemed able to see Code well enough regardless. "Are you looking for something in particular?"

"Ah, I'm just browsing," Code replied, holding up the bracers. They looked like they were made of real leather and were in surprisingly good condition. She had no real use for them, though; they simply looked interesting.

"Hmm..." the cat mused, leaning in closer. "Ah, you have a keen eye. I believe I sold a pair of these to one of your ancestors, long, long ago..." Code rolled her eyes and turned to gently set the bracers down as the shop's owner continued, "Yes, she was quite fearsome, and a very skilled hunter. You seem to have a strong family resemblance even after all this time."

"Mmm-hmm," Code replied, unconvinced. Even she didn't know who her parents were, let alone any far-off ancestors, so the cat clearly was making things up. "Has your store always been here?"

The proprietor gave a quiet chuckle and turned towards the back of the store. Cryptically she answered, "I will have been here as long as necessary, and I was going to be here until no longer needed," and Code decided to take it as a 'yes' rather than inquire further. "I do believe I have a very particular item back here that might catch your interest..."

The cat beckoned with one finger and Code decided to follow after her, coming up to the counter at the back. It was solid black like much of the rest of the store but for a diamond-shaped blue cloth with golden tassels that had been laid on top. "Yes, one look at you tells me all I need to know," the proprietor went on, and Code resisted another eye-roll, humoring the shopkeeper. "Your ancestor had similar desires to yours, so I see that it is more than her physical prowess that runs in her blood..."

Code stood before the counter, trying to look behind it, but everything back there was all solid black with no lighting. She could only just barely make out the cat, and only then because she could catch sight of the shopkeeper's ivory claws and teeth as she turned back to face Code from across the counter. "And what would those desires be?" Code asked, disbelieving. Probably something vague that she could hook anyone with like money or fame or power or-

"You don't believe me, do you?" the cat asked, though she sounded more amused than anything else. "'tis such a pity that this era is so hostile towards the arcane arts, so disbelieving of the powers I wield. Very well, if you require a demonstration, I shall provide. With a single object, I will show what I have read of your desires, and you will be convinced of my prowess."

Code, eyes half-closed, made a little 'keep going' gesture with one hand as the cat bent down a little to reach for a drawer at the back of the counter. Her skepticism endured as she heard a rattling sound while the proprietor rummaged in the drawers, but it didn't last long once the cat reached up and dropped the item she had retrieved onto the center of the counter where Code could see it. At first Code thought it was some sort of necklace, as it was a string of golf-ball-sized spheres of clear glass. Tiny numbers on the sides gave her pause, and when she saw that it wasn't a complete loop but rather it simply ended on one side and the other end had a little wooden hoop, she realized what it actually was:

A string of anal beads.

Her surprised expression must have somehow been easily visible to the shopkeeper, who gave a gleeful chuckle. "Your ancestor had much the same reaction," she teased, "But let's just say she was a VERY satisfied customer in the end. The rear end, to be precise. Like you – and I, I shall admit – she much preferred the back door to the front." To drive home her point, the proprietor swept back her robes, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath, turning her hips to present her black-furred rump with her tail raised up. The pose showed off the gleaming metal cap of a silvery butt plug protruding from her sphincter, with a glowing blue gemstone set into the end of it, just above the visible flash of pink of her slit among her jet-black fur. Then, as quickly as she had shown off, she returned to her original position, her robes falling back into place, all without letting Code catch a glimpse of her eyes for even a moment.

Code stared for a moment longer before clearing her throat. "Be that as it may, I already own a set of beads," she replied, though her interest was certainly piqued. She wasn't ready to buy into the whole 'ancestor' thing yet, it could have been a lucky guess or perhaps the cat knew her and her 'interests' from somewhere.

"Mmyes, of course, I would be most surprised if someone as fond as you of getting her rear entrance stuffed didn't have at least one set," the shopkeeper remarked mirthfully, her white teeth visible for a moment as she grinned widely. "And you and I have both taken far larger than this under our tails. But this is no mundane string of anal beads, my dear. Touch them. Fret not, they are brand new, I made them myself."

Raising an eyebrow, Code reached out and placed her index finger on the last bead in the string. Despite being made of glass it was extremely smooth, and even felt slippery as though covered in lubricant. More than that, it felt pleasantly warm to the touch, rather than being cold as she would have expected. Blinking, she turned her hand over and looked closely at her finger, but there was nothing on it – the beads were dry, yet felt fully slick.

"A simple enchantment, of course, and well within my ability," the cat remarked. "I think you will find their other features to be quite... entertaining."

It was certainly tempting. "How much?" Code asked cautiously, "I'm afraid I don't have any... 'gold pieces'."

"Hm? Oh, yes, of course," the cat said with a sigh, pulling a scroll out from a cabinet and laying it out on the counter. It was harder for Code to read upside-down, but from what she could glean it was a series of exchange rates into other currencies – dollars were there halfway down the page, in between some unreadable entry and what appeared to say 'Galactic Standard Credits'. "What year is it?"

Code raised an eyebrow. "It's, uh, twenty-"

"Right, right," the shopkeeper interrupted, moving her finger to the entry for dollars. "My apologies, I think I could let you take these for, let's see... fifty dollars?"

As sex toys went that wasn't a bad price, especially ones that were permanently slick and self-heated. Code had no idea how it worked and was considering the idea that there just might – maybe – be more to this shop than merely a theme, but even if the beads were just beads, if they got results...

"Fine," Code agreed, taking out her wallet.

"Ah, that's the nice thing about this era, no-one ever haggles," the cat remarked quietly to herself as Code extracted a few bills. She handed them to the shopkeeper afterwards, and the cat slipped them into a drawer on the counter before leaning on it with a smirk and playfully asked, "Would you like a bag, or would you care to wear them home?"

"I'll take a bag, thanks," Code replied with an amused snort. The offer was tempting; the subway ride home afterwards much less so.

"Very well," the shop owner replied, reaching down. She slid the beads into a small black canvas bag with handles that she retrieved from behind the counter, and handed it to Code. "Here you are," she said, and Code took it gratefully.

"Thank you," the lizard replied, then turned leave.

"Oh, one thing before you go," the cat called out just as Code reached for the door handle, "Something to keep in mind when you're using those..."

Code tilted her head and looked back over her shoulder. "What's that?"

With a little chuckle, the shopkeeper crooned in a mysterious voice, "Objects in your rear may be larger than they appear." Then, she clapped her hands once, and the lights in the store went out; for a brief moment Code could see the feline's white teeth, along with the glowing yellow and white of her eyes, before they faded into the darkness. Only the very front of the store remained lit by the light coming in from outside, and, feeling slightly perturbed, Code opened the door and left.

She wandered a few feet away, holding her purchase in her left hand as she fished out her phone, pulling up the messaging app to send something to her sister. 'You'll never believe what just happened,' she tapped out, then turned back and raised her phone to take a picture of the store.

Except it wasn't there.

Code blinked in surprise. The convenience store was at the corner as before, but with no gap in between it and the adjacent fast food restaurant. The shop she had just come out of was nowhere to be seen. Yet she still felt the weight of the bag in her left hand, and looking down at it, she could still see the string of beads at the bottom of it.

Hesitating, she put her phone away and headed for the subway. Perhaps it would be best to put some distance between herself and this place...

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Code's trip home was uneventful, but she could hardly forget her experience when she was carrying the bag all the way back home, carefully gripping the top of it to stop any nosy passengers on the subway or the bus from peeking inside. Once home, she tossed her purchase on her bed and then went back to the living room to relax.

It was going to be a quiet night; when she did message Ari it turned out that she was going out on a date, or at least 'the kind of date where you shouldn't expect me back until tomorrow' as she put it in her text message, suffixed with a winking face. That left Code to amuse herself and make her own dinner, spending Halloween alone.

Eventually, after much progress in some single-player video games, it was time for her to consider heading to bed – after a little bit of intimate and personal playtime to round out the night, of course. When she returned to her room to undress, her eyes fell on the bag she had tossed onto her bed earlier, the beads having spilled partly out of it. A little apprehensive after her experience earlier, Code stepped over and took hold of the beads by the wooden ring at the end, holding them up to inspect them under the much better light in her apartment.

They were, as far as the eye could see, just an ordinary string of anal beads, a dozen long and numbered from 1 to 12, starting at the one closest to the handle. They appeared to be made of fine glass or maybe even crystal, and the light passing through them refracted to make colorful patterns on the floor. Touching them with one finger, Code found that they were still warm, so any suspicion that it had just been some trick of the shopkeeper's was dispelled, as they had been lying in the open air for hours. They still felt oddly slick, too, yet there was no residue on her finger, the bed, or the inside of the bag.

Could they really be magical? ...of course not, magic didn't exist. The cat had just been using trickery with her lighting and the dark interior of the shop, and perhaps these were just made of some special type of exotic glass or crystal. Feeling worried for a moment, she picked up her phone and took a picture of the beads, very relieved when she didn't see any concerning spots, distortion or static on the screen. Radioactive beads would have been much less exciting.

Still... she could potentially explain away a lot of things, but not the entire shop vanishing into thin air. She pulled up a map on her phone and went to street view, and sure enough, there was no sign of the curiosity shop on it. How had that trick possibly been pulled? The moment her back had been turned, the whole store had vanished...

For a moment longer she thought it over, and then shrugged. Magical or not, it was still a string of very finely-crafted anal beads, and she'd never know how good they were if she didn't try them out. A frustrating day at work meant she was quite in the mood to relieve some stress. She set the beads back down to take off her clothes, wandering off to brush her teeth and make sure she had turned everything in the living room off before returning to her bedroom, rubbing her hands. It was a pity Ari wasn't here to test the new toy with, but a little solo adventure would still be plenty of fun.

Naked and ready, Code climbed onto the bed, reclining on her back. The window next to the bed had blinds over it, but slivers of moonlight shone past them at the edges and onto the bed. She had already turned off the overhead lights, leaving only the lamp on the bedside table still illuminated, and she raised her knees up while spreading out her legs as she picked up the string of beads, running her fingers over the final one in the set. They certainly felt slippery enough to use in their current state, and not having to mess around with cold lubricant would be very welcome.

Letting her tail sprawl all the way to the end of the bed and hang off the far end of it, Code raised her hips up just a little bit as she brought the beads down to her loins, her right hand holding the hoop while her left hand cupped the last bead from above. She guided it past her bare slit and over to her tailhole, pressing down with two fingers to lightly push the bead against her anal entrance.

She had planned to just tease herself and warm herself up to the insertion, but to her surprise the bead slipped in easily – absurdly easily. It sank halfway into her sphincter from the light pressure she had been applying, and she let out a sharp gasp, pulling her legs up a bit and curling her tail in reflex. Even with whatever special effect it had to keep the curved surfaces constantly slick, it was quite startling, and she stared down at her loins in the direction of the bead halfway into her ass before she delicately pushed again and slipped it in the rest of the way.

Leaning her head back on the pillows, she wiggled her hips a bit, feeling the girth and weight of the bead inside of her, pressing on her inner walls. Experimentally, she reached for the next bead along, the one numbered 11, and guided it to her sphincter, where the narrow yet strong thread connecting the beads emerged. Pressing the glass orb down, she let out another groan as it popped into her without any trouble at all; even with how slick they were and how well-trained her ass was, she'd never had it this easy getting a toy inside of herself.

One by one she slid the remaining beads into her anal cavity, and each one that entered pushed those before it deeper into her tunnels. She panted and groaned as she guided them in with ease, the stretching sensation as each one popped inside making her shiver and moan. At last the final one sank into her ass and left only the handle outside, and she slipped her left index finger through the little wooden loop to keep hold of it while moving her right hand to her pussy.

That shopkeeper had been right about one thing: Code had definitely taken bigger anal insertions before. Yet the beads weren't exactly small, and so she still felt full in a satisfying way, the weight of the glass spheres inside of her making itself known. She slid her fingers across her vaginal opening and brushed one digit against her clit, shivering softly, before easing her fingers into her tunnels and pressing them against the walls separating her front and back passages. It was easy to feel over the shape of the beads within her, making out every curve, and the fact that they were pleasantly warm was a fantastic bonus over an ordinary string of plastic beads.

Panting from arousal, Code got an idea, and tugged on the bead string just a bit. As easily as it had gone in, the last bead popped out from her hole and made her moan, her legs trembling a little bit. Pushing it back into her ass, she let her head fall onto the pillows as she closed her eyes and settled into a rhythm of masturbation, pushing and pulling just one bead through her anal ring over and over as the fingers of her right hand pumped in and out of her pussy and her thumb teased against her clit. It wasn't how she would normally play with beads, but the extra slick nature of these ones opened up new options.

In and out the glass orb popped, her fingers entering and leaving her wet pussy in an unsteady rhythm. For a time the room was filled with the wet sounds of the bead and her fingers going in and out of her holes, as well as her pants and moans, while she remained on her back to revel in the simple but no less enjoyable indulgence of the moment. Her pleasured sounds began to rise in pitch and frequency as she felt herself approaching a climax, and she tightened her grip on the handle of the beads after pushing the last one back in once more. Going for the finish, she pushed herself towards the edge with repeated rubs of her vaginal walls, feeling the beads through them...

Just as her climax hit her, she pulled hard on the string of beads, and the pleasure of them popping out from her rapid-fire was too much to handle gracefully. She let out a far louder moan than she had intended to as she squirmed on the bed, closing her legs around her hand as she shuddered heavily in orgasmic bliss, squirting her hand and her loins with clear pussy juices. Her tail lashed against the bed as she shuddered, her legs shaking and her breaths coming in gasps between her ecstatic moans, until she flopped back against the bed and basked in the afterglow.

For a little while she lay there, until as her senses returned to her, she noticed something was off. She could still feel the beads inside of her, even though she had pulled them out. Lifting her left hand, she gave them a little tug, and another one was easily pulled past her anal ring, making her cry out once more in pleasure. She hadn't exactly counted how many had pulled out of her in the heat of the moment, but she was sure she had pulled hard enough to take out the whole string, especially with how easily they came out...

She took a few more breaths and recovered just a bit more before opening her eyes and lifting her upper body so she could see what was going on. She still had the handle of the bead string around her finger, and she could see the beads leading from it back to her ass. One, two, three... seven... eleven, twelve, thirteen...?

That couldn't be right, could it? She pulled again and pulled out two more beads, groaning as she did. Feeling around inside of her pussy again, she could still make out the outline of several more beads inside of her... just as many as before, in fact. She brought the end of the string closer to herself, pulling more beads out in the process, and she panted as she inspected the closest bead in the light from the bedside lamp. It was still labelled 1, but now there was something more; a line was underneath the 1, and then there was an 8. 1/8? No, that wasn't an 8... it was the infinity symbol.

"What-" Code began, only to hear a vaguely familiar chuckle.

"How are you liking my special beads?" came the voice of the feline shopkeeper from before, but when Code looked around the room, she couldn't see anyone, and the voice didn't sound like it was originating from anywhere specific. "It certainly seems like you had a good time, going by how hard you squirted."

"Who are you?" Code asked sharply, turning her head this way and that.

"Lady Lyva Wright. Or Madam Lyva, if you prefer. Though I think in these circumstances... 'Mistress' Lyva might be more appropriate for you to call me by," came the response in a teasing and playful tone.

Letting go of the beads and removing her hand from her snatch, Code started to get up, only for the ghostly white outline of a feline hand to materialize in the air, fading away to nothing at the wrist. It reached out and and pressed down on her chest, pushing her back onto the bed and holding her there with surprising strength. "Surely you're not done after just one round, are you?" Lyva's voice asked, "Spirits' Eve is still young..."

Several more feline hands appeared in the air, one reaching for the lamp on the bedside table and switching it off. A sudden darkness fell over the room, allowing the glowing spectral outlines of Lyva's magical hands to stand out all the more clearly, and only the light from the moon and the streetlamps outside filtering in past the blinds provided any other illumination. The other hands reached down and sensually touched Code's body, sliding over her sleek blue-green outer scales, and pressing here and there at her softer sea-green ventral scales. One hand slipped two digits into Code's soaked slit, making her gasp in surprise; she could feel her sensitive flesh being pressed against, but she felt nothing actually rubbing against them – no fur nor flesh, and no heat nor cold from the touch. Another spectral hand pinched its thumb and forefinger through the ring at the end of the anal beads, lifting them up and allowing them to hang in the air.

"Your ancestor and I had a lot of fun together back in the day," Lyva's voice told Code, who was too shocked by what she was seeing and feeling to respond. The cat's ghostly head slowly appeared in the air nearby, still wearing her hat, or at least the outline of it, and Code glanced over at her. "Let's see if you can beat her record, shall we?"

"What rec-?" Code began to ask, but Lyva lifted her head and grinned widely, the eyes on her apparition a solid and glowing white. As she did, the hand holding the beads gave a strong pull, and Code's question was lost to a moan as several beads in a row all popped out from her sphincter one after another. She bucked her hips into the air; the beads' natural slickness helped them come out easily, and some other property of them made the stimulation all the more intense. Not to mention that with the cat's hands teasing at her pussy and caressing her scales all over, she was being overwhelmed, her mouth hanging open as she stared up at the ceiling. And not just that, but as Lyva gave another tug and pulled a few more beads out, each one popping past her anal ring, Code realized something else:

They were getting bigger.

It was subtle, but she could tell she was getting stretched just a bit more by the beads being tugged out of her ass, each one spreading her just a bit wider than the last. She tried to sit up, barely able to focus her eyes through the haze of pleasure from the beads popping out of her, and saw the ghostly hand holding the handle getting further and further away, the bead nearest to her definitely bigger than the furthest one. They had started at golf-ball size, but already they were the size of pool balls, and she could just barely see that she was somewhere in the thirties, going by the numbers on the sides of the beads.

A second hand came to grab the bead string at a spot much closer to Code's rump, holding the beads taut as the disembodied cat head simply chuckled, floating closer to Code's crotch. The witch slipped her fingers out from Code's pussy, only to have her tongue take over, making Code shiver from a long lick over her wet slit, feeling its touch against her sensitive flesh despite the immaterial nature of the tongue itself. Then, the hand holding the beads pulled far back and Code tipped her head back while crying out "Fuuuu-uhhhhhccckkk!" as the amplified sensation of several beads being pulled out from her amidst all the other pleasuring drove her to another climax.

Her pussy juices squirted from her convulsing slit and passed straight through the spectral feline mouth that was eating her out, yet Lyva still chuckled and remarked "Mmm, delicious, just like your ancestor," as she continued to caress and stroke over Code's squirming and writhing body. Even though Code's rear tunnels were clenching as well in the throes of her climax, Lyva was able to pull another bead out through Code's sphincter without much trouble, making her gasp sharply between her pleasured moans.

Eventually Code flopped back against the bed, panting heavily in the wake of her second orgasm, her eyes unfocused. "That's two," she heard Lyva say, and many hands slipped underneath her body, lifting her up from the bed with ease. "And there's still so much time left for us to play together..."

What happened after that was a blur to Code, all mashing together in her pleasure-addled mind as the cat continued to 'play' with her, driving her to orgasm after orgasm through her magical beads and the constant stimulation from multiple sources at once. Only brief flashes of particular moments remained in her mind by the end of it all...

Being suspended in the air on her back, flailing and squirming to no avail as apple-sized beads were pulled out from her one by one, her kicking legs and thrashing tail striking nothing. All the while Lyva continued to eat her out with a disembodied muzzle, while also nosing and purring at her neck with her head, apparently unlimited with how much of herself she could manifest in this ghostly state.

Lyva holding her upside-down with her head and shoulders resting on the bed, some hands holding her legs up and apart as others pulled beads as big as oranges from her ass. The witch diving her tongue deep into Code's pussy while also materializing a ghostly apparition of her bare hips and upper thighs, grinding her slit to Code's muzzle, the spectral image of the feline's butt-plug still somehow glittering.

Winding up on her side on the bed, one leg raised as beads the size of mangoes were pulled out one by one, her loins an utter mess of her own juices. Lyva chuckling to herself as she deeply fingered Code's slit at the same time while inspecting it closely, making the lizard squirm in the grasp of her other spectral hands. A second copy of Lyva's head making out with the lizard, her insubstantial tongue entwining with the Code's forked appendage.

Getting pulled into a full nelson in the air with her legs pressed against her own chest, the witch purring and kissing at her neck from both sides while bowling-ball sized beads were slowly tugged from her tailhole one at a time. Lyva's disembodied spectral pussy grinding up against Code's own, every few beads pushing the lizard to another climax, squirting juices onto the floor in front of her, where the entire rest of the endless bead string had piled up.

Dangling upside-down by her ankles as bead after bead got yanked out sharply, the length of now volleyball-sized glass orbs dangling in front of her face. She was far too dazed to focus on them at all, her periodic squirts of nectar splashing onto the surfaces of the spheres hanging down from her rump.

At the end of it all she was on her hands and knees on the floor, with her ass up in the air and her upper body resting on the carpet. All around her, the string of beads snaked back and forth in piles and coils of clear glass balls with ever-increasing sizes and numbers. Code could barely remain conscious, only able to make incoherent shuddering moans of pleasure as yet one more basketball-sized bead slowly overcame the resistance of her sphincter, Lyva's spectral hands gripping the previous bead for leverage. Each of these enormous beads was taking a good half-minute to ease out from her, and every single one made her hit another orgasm when it popped free, adding yet more juices to the puddle she was kneeling in, her inner thighs soaked and glistening.

Another bead, another wet 'schlorp' as it reached the halfway point and popped out of her. Her sphincter clenched closed behind it, some part of the beads' magic keeping her from being left gaping. Yet another climax, making her legs tremble, wordless moans coming from her as she stared vacantly off to the side. Once more she felt a tug as the cat took hold of the bead that had just left her and...

"Oh dear, is it that time already?" Code heard, barely registering the words, and certainly not parsing their meaning. After the long night, the speech was just noise to her. "What a pity..." The first rays of dawn's sunlight crept into the room past the gaps in the blinds, and one of the ghostly hands that had been stroking Code's tail fizzled and vanished when it was illuminated by sunlight. "You definitely did beat your ancestor's record, both for beads and for orgasms," Lyva teased. "I hope we can play again some time... perhaps you can introduce me to your sister, too..."

Her chuckle faded out as the breaking dawn ended her magic. Code suddenly felt very empty, and only for a moment, before flopping onto her side and passing out on the soaked carpet. She came to her senses a couple of hours later when her alarm clock went off, and she groaned, feeling stiff from having slept on the floor, fumbling to reach up to the bedside table, smacking the alarm to silence it.

Her mind was briefly in a haze. Why had she been on the floor naked? She grumbled and stretched as memories came back to her, realizing how utterly soaked her inner thighs were, to say nothing of the bedsheets or the carpet, even with most of it having dried. There was no sign of Lyva, and all that was left of the beads was the original string of twelve, lying on the floor nearby, back to their original size. 

She hadn't dreamed the whole thing, had she? After all, some very impossible things had happened: she'd been magically held in the air, she'd had beads wider than her hips spreading out her ass without any pain or discomfort, and she'd squirted enough fem-cum to fill a bucket, maybe two, yet she didn't feel dehydrated. Not to mention of course that she'd had enough beads pulled from her butt to fill the interior of a car, like some kind of obscene magic trick. However, the absurd quantity of her pussy juices staining the carpet testified to what had really happened... not to mention the tingling in her entire anal cavity.

She got to her feet, but it was a struggle – even for an anal addict like her, hours and hours of enormous beads stretching out her ass left her weak in the knees, and after she rose, she was hunched over and holding onto whatever nearby furniture was in reach. At least it was Saturday now, otherwise she would have had a very interesting reason to call out of work. Plus, after getting so little sleep she was going to need a nap before long. She could clean the bed and carpet later if she simply crashed on the couch, but she at least needed to take a shower first.

Picking up the beads by the handle, she held them up. Completely pristine, they looked just like they originally had, numbered from 1 to 12, with no trace of the infinity symbol on them. Code tapped her foot on the floor for a moment while rubbing her sore rump with her free hand, and mused aloud to herself, "Better bring these into the shower with me... perhaps I'll save them for a special occasion."

In her head, she heard a feline purr, and the voice of the witch. "EVERY occasion with me is a special one, dear," Lyva crooned, her chuckle fading away after a moment and leaving Code staring bewildered at the dangling beads.
