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Code S

By: lesserknowengoddess



I was on my way home from school, I live outside of town and was going faster than I should have down the deserted road that leads to my house. I had been trying to get my English Professor to fuck me for weeks and so that day I was wearing a tiny black skirt and a button down silk blouse that I had tied just under my 36 DD breasts. I had the first two buttons undone and the shirt was so tight that it looked painted on. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. I sat in the front row of his class with my legs open to give him a good view of my wet shaved pussy. As I drove I was thinking daydreaming about him fucking me in his office. 

I was so enrapt in my fantasy I didn’t realize that I was speeding until I saw the flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I pulled into the driveway of a house that was for sale and had the look of a place that had been empty for a while. I live on the outskirts of town and the road was deserted. I saw the cops pull in behind me. Grabbed my license and registration and watched the cop and his partner walk up. They where well built and both good looking. They where both big guys, about 6’2 and 250 pounds each. They could have been brothers except one was as black as the other was white. 

“Do you know how fast you where going?” asked the white cops. I looked at his little silver tag and it said Blair. 

“ I know I was speeding, officer, I am sorry.” I said, handing him my papers. My pussy was wet and I just wanted to get this over so I could go home masturbate.

By that time both of the cops where at the window, they were both looking down my blouse. I could see that they liked the view and it made me even hotter. 

“Did you know that you where going 70 in a 45 zone?” The black cop asked. His nametag said Mathews.

“No, my mind was else where.” I confessed.

“Step out of the car ma’am.” said Blair 

I got out of the car but as I did I dropped my purse, I bent over to get it and I heard one of them whistle. 

“Ma’am we are going to need to pat you down.” Said Mathews as I stood up. “Please put your hands on the hood.” He took my purse and put it back in the car. 

I put my hands on the hood of the car and felt someone gentle kick my feet apart. I saw big white hands cup my breast and play with my hard nipples before moving down my flat stomach. He then dipped under my skirt, I felt him dip his fingers into my moist slit. 

“Mathews I think you need to check this out.” Blair said as he licked my juices off his fingers. 

The hot black cop came up behind me and fondled my tits with one hand while he slipped his other up me skirt. His body was pressed up against mine and I could feel his erection pressing against my ass. I rubbed myself against that cock and heard him moan softly. Just then he grabbed my wrist and forced them together and felt him snap on a pair of handcuffs.

I tried to turn around to see what was happening but Blair slapped my ass so hard I let out a yelp.

“March up to that house, and we can get this matter taken care of.” He said and gave me a push toward the door. 

I started for the door and as I did I saw Mathews get into my car and drive it behind the house. When Blair and I got there he opened the door and took me into a small bedroom. The only furniture was a king sized mattress on the floor next to the radiator and coat rack in the corner. 

Blair threw me down on the mattress and undid my cuffs. I heard Mathews drive the police cruiser around the back of the house before coming in. 

“I called dispatch and told Roberts we had a Code S.” Mathews said with a smile. “He told us to take our time.” 

They took off their clothes and hung them on the coat rack before coming over to me. Mathews had a pair of long chained shackles from the closet, and chained me to the radiator. 

Blair leaned down and felt my cunt; it was wetter then ever. I had never been treated like this but I liked it. I moaned as he massaged my clit. 

“Oh I think it will take a long time to teach this nasty whore a lesson, won’t it slut.” Blair asked.

I moaned again in agreement but he slapped my breast and said:

“When I ask you a question, bitch you fucking answer.” 

“Yes office.” I said. 

“Now, how long it going to take us to teach a whore like you your lesson?” He asked again. 

“It will take you a long time, officer.” I replied. 

“Good, now I want you to suck our cocks, you fuck tramp.” 

They both had big dicks; Blair’s was about 8 inches long and an inch and a half wide. Mathews’s on the other was at least 11 inches long and inches wide. I had never seen a dick that big in real life. I sucked Blair’s first, licking it up and down before taking the shaft in my mouth. He moaned softly, and fingered my cunt. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to eat my pussy. I grabbed Mathews’s cock and started to lick, I loved the taste of it. I slowly opened my mouth to go down on it. 

Mathews grabbed my head and forced it down his enormous cock. I struggled and Blair rammed his cock into my pussy.

“I want you to choke on my cock you fucking white bitch.” Mathews panted as he thrust his giant cock in my mouth. “I love to see stupid honky slut gag on my fat cock.”

My jaw was aching as he continued to fuck my face as hard as he could. Blair was pounding my pussy like a jackhammer. I was in heaven being used like I common street whore, this is what I had always secretly wanted. 

I heard Blair moan as he filled my hole with his cum and a minute later Mathews filled my mouth with so much cum that I choked on it. 

They both got up and Blair smoked a cigarette but Mathews got his nightstick and a tube of lubricant. He rolled my onto my stomach, stuck it in my still wet cunt and began to fuck me with it. 

“Do you like that, you dirty little slut?” He asked, “Do love to have something big and black up that tight white snatch?”

“Yes,” I cried, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.” I was bucking against the nightstick that he was ramming into my pussy. I had a huge orgasm and he fucked me harder.

Blair, who had been watching, was hard again. He grabbed my hair and stuffed his cock in my mouth. He fucked my face as Mathews reamed my cunt. I moaned and writhed with the bliss of it all. 

“Look at this tight little asshole, I bet this bitch has never has her ass cherry popped.” Mathews said he probed my asshole. “Nothing makes me harder than a tight virgin ass on a nasty white bitch.”

He took the nightstick out of my cunt and gathered as much of my juices as he could on his fingers and stuck one up my ass. He worked it back and forth and then added another. He added some lube and then forced his cock into my asshole. He had to go slow to get it in but he was he did. It felt like that rammed a baseball bat up there at first but as he continued to fuck my ass I began to enjoy it.

“Oh my god, I love to fuck a nice tight ass.” He panted as he slowly slid it out. Then he grabbed my by the hips and rammed his thick black cock in me as hard as he could. 

“I think it is time we go double on this whore.” Blair said as he took his cock from my mouth. 

Mathews took his dick out of my ass. Blair moved under me and I rode him for a while then I felt Mathews stick his cock up his ass again. I had never done anything like this before and I loved it. I moaned and bucked.

“You love having two fat cock in you at the same time, don’t you, you filthy little whore?” Asked Blair as he rammed my cunt. 

“Yeah stupid white bitches love to used, don’t you?” panted Mathews as the reamed my ass. 

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m CUMMING,” I screamed, “I love being used, this is what I want, what I need. I deserve to be a little fuck toy for any cock that comes my way. I love being a nasty little cum slut and being fucked by anyone who wants me.” 

“Yeah you nasty whore, I am going to cum on your face, would you like that?” Mathews gasped. 

“Yes, cum all over me. I am your whore, make me dirty.” I screamed.

Mathews pulled out of my ass and Blair pulled up of my cunt. They rolled me over and jacked off onto my face. I scooped the thick, sticky cum off my face and licked it off my fingers. 

“You are the best little slut I have had in a long time.” Said Blair as took off the shackles. 

“Yeah you are one hot little bitch.” Added Mathews getting dressed.

“I am sure glad I got pulled over tonight,” I said, “that was a lesson I really needed.”

“Well, we hang out looking for speeders around here on Tuesday nights, if you need a refresher course.” Smiled Blair as he got dressed.

“Maybe next time I will need to be taken down to the station overnight, so that I'll really learn.” I smiled back.

Code Sign Omega



I felt my sister's warm body. We were on a mattress on the floor under the covers. The warmth was spreading into the cold feathers and getting reflected back to us. I was caught in a dilemma of feeling her body, relaxing into the warmth of bedding, and pulling away from my own blood, getting physically too close.

The door yanked open. Our mother stormed in. She ripped me up to standing and out of the room by my hand. Standing dazzled and receptive for the surely coming admonition, I saw her push a young, tender faced man of the age of my sister into the room. I was surprised because I knew what was going to happen with the two spending a few nights together.

"Mom, do you know what's going to happen between those two?"

She nodded. She knew. It had been her plan all along. She was sexually open and wanted people to experience healthy, happy sexuality. I nodded accepting of the plan. Getting sex would be good for my sister.

And so it happened. They ended up in a committed boyfriend and girlfriend relationship. The young lad was from a high political family. My parents soon ended up on the campaign trail for political office. I became used to a lot of people in the house. Being a son, I had to put up with being part of it as well. A staffer with slacks, jacket, and red tie in my room was a familiar sight to me. I simply ignored the people working in my space and did my casual things like playing computer games or mopping around in messy clothing with untamed hair. I'd even go to sleep in my bed, middle in them working, discussing, and making phone calls. I didn't care. If they needed me for some kind of magazine piece to win poll points by writing about the son, they'd interrupt me. I'd talk with them how they wanted it and would go back to my world: a messy, unkempt room in the middle of super clean and extremely neatly dressed campaign aides.

One day a campaign staffer with a tool belt around his hip and hammer in hand stopped me from entering my own room. He had the balcony glass door already removed and resting against the wall. "We are going to install guerrilla defenses around your room."

I could picture the armor plating that would be embedded into the wall and the anti-personnel spikes that were going to be installed to the outside walls. We were still in our rental apartment from the "poor" times. Not that we were poor. We were normal middle class. However, now were suddenly invited into high class events and had luxury cars pull up that I had only seen on YouTube before. The idea of messing up our rental apartment and getting the landlord deathly exasperated put a joyful smirk on my face. "Yeah, go right ahead!" I said. "And the more you can stiff it to that dick landlord, the better!" I added silently.

Today, I found a group of three in the little storage room next to my room. All my things were gone from the storage room. A partially disassembled naked shelf was left behind. One suit took careful notes of my belongings on a clipboard. The campaign was sucking me in deeper. They set up a cramped conference room in what wasn't much more than a walk-in closet. The sacrifice for the family was reasonable. It was late evening. I could tell that they were ready to go home. I myself turned to my messy and unmade bed.

Music! It fucking hit me. The amplifier and DAC for my sound system had been in that walk-in closet. They were gone. The speaker wire from my speakers still ran across the room and ended in nothing. The gold fiber was naked and exposed at the tip of the pink cable. They are only doing their job. They achieved their assignment's objective. I was the only one who cared about the music. I put down my frustration to grab that young staffer in a demure skirt by the arm. She was dressed neatly, yet in a simple way to avoid drawing attention.

"Hey, where did you put my music equipment?"

She looked at me with these keen "how can I help you?"-eyes and that fully focused face that's ready to drop anything at a moment's notice. That's how campaigns were run: crazy skirmishes, direction changes, and whim of the moment fancies. And the staff had to always be ready to jump on the next bullet train at a moment's notice. Her reaction set me at ease. She was on her downtime. She wasn't in the frenzy of something. She'd get me my sound equipment back. Ah, music! It's the one thing that I enjoyed while all these people were working around me everywhere. I could escape into it, dream about mystical places, and find happiness.

We walked to the ground floor, which was busy with other tenants arriving and going to the elevator. We went to the mailboxes and walked back to wait for the elevator. I don't know where we were going. Though, this young staffer seemed organized. She walked purposefully. Another ten minutes or so and I'd be listening to music again.

There were two people waiting for the elevator with us. One of them was Asian. He wasn't an FOB Asian. His facial expressions had relaxed and oozed into standard American pudgy shape. Probably the fat that he had added to his face from the calorie rich American diet had helped that. He looked like your average dad who's about to watch TV. He was in saggy sweatpants with a big round belly. Something stirred me about him.

The elevator had moved a couple more floors down. I couldn't take my eyes away from the guy's face. He looked like an average dad going home. Yet, there was something that I caught in his facial expression that didn't match. He tried to make an impression of a dull look, staring straight ahead. His face looked 95% tired from a full day of work. Yet, there were 5% that I couldn't put a finger on. Those 5%, as I kept looking longer at them, raised the hairs at the back of my head.

I did not comprehend how this man could alarm me so much until the elevator door opened. I saw the bright yellow elevator room. In a violent impulse, I raised my elbow and punched him as hard as I could in the chest. He stumbled backward into the elevator. I grabbed the young staffer's hand and jerked her around as I was running to the back exit of the building. My breathing exploded with adrenalin. This had been one of these split second reactions that only sank in a few seconds later that it had happened. For me that was half way from the elevator to the back exit: I had assaulted a guy out of the spur of the moment! In the corner of my eyes, I could see the elevator door close on the guy before he could get to his feet and scramble out. The elevator started moving up. I felt the safety of a few seconds before he could return down.

There were two big chubby guys walking side by side in through the backdoor. They looked so normal. Yet, they walked so tightly side by side and with such coordination. Their feet and arm movements were way too much in step for casual, untrained acquaintances. They spooked me as well. I did a 180 turn on a dime and pulled the staffer with me back towards the elevator or possibly the front exit. Had I gone completely paranoid? Had I come unhinged? Is this what it feels like to go crazy? Run away from imagined dangers and conspiracies? Would I next refuse to drink and eat because I thought people would try to poison me? Did I have to block this impulse to save myself? Was the reality shift from normal bum life to marrying into a political dynasty too much for me mind to handle?

I stopped for a moment to look at the staffer. She had short hair that was layered. The hair was smooth and had a copper red hue. Her face was white with even proportions. She looked like the girl that liked to go party, yet was the responsible kind that could have a deep conversation at 3am while everyone else was passed out with booze or drugs. There was something neat, compact, and arranged about her makeup and body postures, like she could handle herself well on a traveling adventure. She definitely had a minor in art. There were subtle hints in her clothing that she had trained and developed aesthetics. Because of overall demure look of her clothing, I hadn't taken a closer look at her. Though veritably, she was completely my type. This couldn't have been a coincidence. "You were chosen because you are my type!" I told her directly. I grabbed her hand again to pull her out of this mess that was hopefully simply my paranoia. I wasn't going to leave this girl behind. She had been put near me by people with more calculated motives.

When I could see the front door, she yanked my hand sharply. She was strong. She had purpose. She had direction. I could feel that every second counted. And we might be one fatal second too slow. We hurried down the stairs to the basement. After the first half floor down, the stairs turned left. There was a brick wall. Someone had decided to gut the basement entrance for safety with something as solid as a ten inch brick wall. It hadn't even been painted yet. There was this narrow space of two feet between the corner and the brick wall.

The young staffer pushed me against the wall hard with her body. We were trying to squeeze into that barely two foot space to avoid being seen by anyone looking down to the basement. Her face was right in front of me. Her cheeks were a little rosy. Her eyes had a calmness and earnestness. We held our bodies motionless against each other and tried to stop breathing. I could feel her slender ribs holding the air in.

The building was utterly empty. The front door opened. A single man walked in. The leather soles made a small yet distinct sound. They walked very focused and direct. I could see the black pistol with a silencer in his hand, so sure was I of it despite us hiding out of sight. The elevator dinged. The door opened. Some more steps sounded. The elevator door closed again. The utter silence was back.

The staffer had switched sides. In the last moment, she had decided to save me. Something inside of her had been touched by me. That something had made her decide to save my life and to be on the run from her organization or employers. I didn't know whom. Frankly, I hadn't paid much attention to the campaign and politics. I was the son that was kept in the room at the back of the apartment. If I didn't get caught in the headlines for doing drugs or something crazy, I had done my family duty. And I kind of had enjoyed being without purpose and a job. I had gone from one self-entertainment like watching TV to the next, like playing a computer game. The occasional family magazine piece had always made me feel really proud about myself. Though, now that I'm woken up from that stupor, I hadn't deserved it. That amazing one-in-a-million-son image had come from the skill of the writers not from the real life material that I presented to them.

We kissed. I didn't know who started it. I was sucking on her plumb lips like this was the only moment ever and the only moment in the whole universe. I felt her fluid tongue against mine. She was a fugitive now. Should I bring her to my family and tell everything that happened? They'd clear up this trouble for her, wouldn't they? Should I go on the run with her? Get into the car and drive away as fast and furious as possible to an unknown destination? For now, I was taking in her kiss and body pressing against mine.



Code Words in Women's Ads



A list of Abbreviations in the "WOMEN SEEKING MEN" Classifieds:

CODE WORD.....MEANS

40-ish.....49

Adventurer.....Has had more partners than you ever will. Never climbed a hill

Affectionate.....Won't hold his hand before the third date, kiss before the fifth, neck before the seventh, offer reciprocation for dinner before the ninth, or ever share sensual intromission before the eleventh date!

Athletic.....Flat-chested, no make-up, boy's hair cut. A girl? Or sexless "guy"? 

Average looking.....Ugly

Beautiful.....Pathological liar, delusional, sees a fantasy in the mirror 

Blue jeans to black tie.....Wears yours or hers? Wears pants in male relationships and will tie knots with your little black book, Buster

Buxom.....Balloon boobs

Christian.....Never had an original, questioning thought in her life. Goes to kindergarten bible study and presumes that her religion requires sexual suppression, so quashed that her human sex desire is that of a plaster angel 

Classy.....Wants free society dates to show off her ego -Has no "Character" to show at Classy conversations

Commitment-minded.....Would like to not work. Asks if you own or rent?

Communication important.....Just try to get a word in edgewise. Doesn't call back on her "Women Seeking Men" responses. You do the communicating, she judges, too rude to call back

Contagious Smile.....Prearranged. Like her canned talk. No spend? -No smile

Conversation important.....About what food she had to eat at a restaurant last Friday

Dances.....Enjoys moving as if she were sensuous, having Sublimated her sex drive by terpsichorean "exercise"

Degree.....MRS., her only goal in education, forfeited by divorce 

Educated.....College dropout, with an Incomplete MRS. Degree

Emotionally secure.....Still seeking the wrong man, making the same mistakes with men, throwing tantrums in petulant pms perturbation

Employed.....Part-time job stuffing envelopes at home, and a "masseuse"

Energetic.....Dances, jogs, aerobics, light-weights, tennis, golf, walks fast- anything but fulfillment of female sexual physical function 

Enjoys art and opera.....Snob who never bought a ticket to an opera, a concert, gallery, museum; never Reciprocated for free art dates

Enjoys Nature.....You bring it all. Her hiking path has cut across her sex drive. She notices hikers' shoes, no trees or birds 

Exotic Beauty.....Would frighten a Martian. Exotic get-up for "local yokel"

Family interest.....No time for a boy friend on weekend or holiday-with family

Feminist.....Man hating ball-buster, calls girls 'guys' and wants it both ways: Equal wages as "person" and Free dates as "lady"

Financially secure.....One paycheck from the street. Has all of husband's assets from the divorce. Buys shoes every month

Free Spirit.....Substance abuser. Likes slipping out to "make it" with a stranger or a friend of yours, when Your date 

Friendship first.....Trying to live down a reputation as a slut. She "Never goes any further than petting, with any man," anyway!

Fun.....Annoying. You supply the fun and expense. She'll judge

Goal oriented.....You, not her. Your goal must be to support her, her goals 

Green eyes.....Another one? Jealous suspicion motivates throwing the phone 

Gentle.....Comatose.....until you suggest She pay for a drink or dinner!

Health interest.....She asks for your cardiovascular rate, never arouses your heart 

Humorous.....Caustic. What's the Women's' most required Men's Quality? "Sense of humor." But she's too insecure to have one or know when you are showing your sense of humor -she's "hurt" 

Intuitive.....Your opinion doesn't count. She reads your Mind, not her own

In Transition.....Needs a new sugar-daddy to pay her bills; last one got wise

ISO.....In Search Of.....or is In Sexual Ossification from sex refusal

Job seeking.....In search of "security," "prestige" -not to "Contribute"

Kind.....After her free dinner she offers you a cafe's free mint

Light drinker.....Lush. Likes expensive call-liquor drinks you pay for as she brags, "I've Never Bought a Man a Drink!" 

Looks younger.....If viewed from far away in bad light. She's still a "spoiled brat" who hasn't learned to reciprocate at all like she Takes

Loves Travel.....If you're paying. She Never went anywhere by herself or without a girl friend. Looking for sucker to tease for free trips

Loves Animals..... .....A three-cat lady, has a plaster cat statuette, glass cat menagerie, velvet cat painting, cat place mats, cat clock, cat plaque, with a kiddie-cat's brain -no mate

LTR.....Living Together Relationship, also Loony Twit Ranting!

Mature.....Making same mistakes with men, choice of boy friends 

Natural.....Gone to pot. Too lazy to exercise etiquette, good language

New-Age.....Nose, eyebrow, lip, ear, tongue, naval, and vulva -are pierced; butt, shoulder, ankle, back and belly -tattooed; hair dyed purple

Non-traditional.....Exhusband lives in the basement, massage parlor in living room

Old-fashioned.....Lights out, missionary position, breeds annually -in kitchen

Open-minded.....Open to flirting with men, closed-minded if "You're flirting!"

Outgoing.....Loud show off. Talks on, about food and clothes

Passionate.....Loud orgasmic release in sex act -never happens

Petite.....Could be cast as a Munchkin. Arrested growth of sex life

Poet.....Depressive Schizophrenic who scribbles in her Nescience

Possible LTR.....Possibly, Long Time Refusing men has lost her lust for 'em 

Professional..... .....She expects your same generous spending on her, as on the unemployed girls you take out! She's "rich"

Quality.....Queer, quirky quips querulous of a quixotic quandary 

Reliable.....Stands you up on an agreed, confirmed date due to a change of mood an hour before. Has a lay-for-pay lawyer to handle her broken property agreements

Reubenesque.....Gross. So obsessed about hair she forgot about her body 

Romantic.....Looks better by candle light. Whispers, "In your dreams," then Yells, "Not gonna happen Buster! I'm not that kind of girl! I don't 'hop' into bed with 'any' man!".....She doesn't Slowly go to Bed at Anytime with Any man! 

Seductive.....Embarrassed by sexy innuendo, giggles and turns Away when she sees a handsome nude man! Shocked seeing man naked!

Self-employed.....Jobless. Another "Interior Decorator," rearranges women's' wardrobes or furniture on Sat. Another "In-home Masseuse" 

Sensitive, sensible.....Self-centered, talks about her hair's history of different tintings 

Sensuous.....Startled, then Offended by a Man's gentle hand on her shoulder 

Sincere.....Really only wants a Sat night date to brag about on Mon morning

Smart.....Clever at conning men; acts naive to lure men into property cons

Smoker.....Prefers laryngeal cancer to healthful deep-throat protein cream

Social.....Women's support groups, aerobics, girls night-out. Social with Men? "O, they're okay for free dinners, couples' affairs" 

Special..... What woman thinks she is not "special?" She doesn't want to Know about the three Other women who also expect you to spend generously on as they, too, are "Special!"

Spiritual.....Involved with cult. Meditation is her recreation, psycho-sexual sublimation, subordinating her sex -if she ever had any

Spontaneous.....Asks on Mon, "What'd ya have in mind for your lucky Saturday night date?" Requires date commitment by Wed, verified by Thur and confirmed by Fri call by 4:00

Sports.....Has no idea of the cost of admission to golf courses, ski weekends, tennis club, sailing, ball games, team-fan trips 

Stable.....When she Suspects you Looked at "Another woman" -is insane!

Sweet and sassy..... Saccharin or sour, acerbically argumentative, demanding drab, harrying harridan, temper-tantrum throwing termagant! Can be Violently vituperative, a virago, yacking yenta, willful witch!

Tall, thin.....Anorexic

Tan.....Wrinkled

Tired of bar scene.....That's been over for twenty years; wishes it wasn't

Unattached.....Has a former boy friend considering returning to 

Variety of interests.....She "can't think of any" but has "them, and more!" (Ha)

Vivacious.....Volubly vexed at any veiled suggestion of sex or Venery!

Voluptuous.....Very wide, but critical of men; an egg criticizing a differential 

Weight proportional.....to height.....Hugely fat, has a ste-a-to-pyg-ic beach-ball behind

Wants Soul-mate....."Well, maybe I just want some free dates t'get out once a while!"

Widow.....Nagged her first husband to death; looking for another victim

Writer.....Pompous. Writes of fribble dating and can't describe fellatio. Uses the word "cute" to describe a pussy cat, a dress, a handsome, robust man; "Stranger to passion" twit 

Young at heart.....Toothless crone. Pretends "jejune naivety" to avoid adult pleasure, feigns the "sexually repressed Christian girl" role to deny a man's desire for her desireless sexual orifices 

Zoology interest.....Doesn't know that the female breast evolved for the clasping palm of the erect standing male's hand, to hold her supple, aroused, erect-nippled, cone-shaped, graspable breasts have evolved for attracting the male to further the survival of our species. She doesn't know how lamentable it is that since 315 A.D. with the acceptance of Christian prudery, churchist prohibition, self-denial of her human nature's desire for a man's breast fondling arousal, after 1,684 years of inculcated psychological sexual repression, evolving with her congenital physical suppression forbidding "any man's hands on her breasts," especially among single women, may have caused the high increase of today's high in- cidence of female breast cancer. This condition is similar to one described to the authoress of The Vagina Monologues when she asked her gynecologist friend what his reflection was on womens' vaginas. He thought about his practice and said, "What I see the most in vaginas is cobwebs from years of disuse."



CODENAME:  Hooters



Prelude

Anna Nicole Smith leaned back on the plush red velvet bedspread, her back arching and her ample chest rising invitingly. The position caused her already vast breasts to jut out even further from her chest, the mountainous peaks were topped with hard, erect nipples that glistened slightly in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Damn you got some big titties baby," said the dark haired man at the foot of the bed. He stood over her gazing down hungrily at the big melons on her chest and licking his lips.

"Why don't you come and take a closer look Georgie?" Anna purred enticingly.

The man called George didn't need any more encouragement. He moved forward onto the bed, his hands shaking as he reached up and laid them softly on Anna's huge breasts. The mighty orbs more than filling his hands and he could even feel the hard jut of her nipples on the center of his palms. He gently stroked over the massive mammeries, traced the underside of her heavy boobs with his palms and then circled round to tickle her nipples with his fingertips. George then became slightly bolder in his handling of her tits and began to squeeze and knead them, a soft moan escaping his dry lips.

"Oh George!" gasped the voluptuous blonde theatrically, arching further and pushing her breasts harder into his hands as he pinched and twisted her nipples, "I want to feel your mouth!"

"Oh fuck!" moaned George, "I can't believe this is actually happening to me," with that he leaned over her and licked the hard nipple on her right breast. He then sucked the stiff bud into his mouth and sucked hungrily, his free hand rising to maul and fondle her left tit.

"That's right suck them hard Georgie!"

"Mmphff.." gargled George as he bit down gently on the nipple then buried his face in her deep cleavage pressing the sides of her breasts together into his cheeks.

Anna held him hard against her bosom and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations of his tongue and mouth moving all over her tits. While pressing her breasts into his face he shook his head from side to side rubbing his face all over her breasts as if he was a starving man having a feast after going for days without food.

Suddenly George straightened and let out a strangled gasp. His hands rose up and he clutched at his throat his face turning red as if he was not getting any air. With a final grunt and a quick glance down at Anna's bare breasts before he went he keeled over and died.

The naked blonde rolled the man's body off hers and checked his pulse.

"Well, looks like Gadgets tit poison worked," she said to herself, wiping the bedsheet over her breasts in case there were any traces remaining, of course George had been very thorough so that was unlikely, "It took a while to kick in though though."

With that Anna squeezed herself and her big breasts back into her slinky, black cocktail dress and slipped out of the bedroom, merging unnoticed back into the party going on downstairs, mission accomplished.

Chapter One

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the tuxedo wearing man at the front of the large dining room, speaking into a microphone as he addressed a room fill of equally well dressed men and women, "I present to you all the President of the United States!"

At the announcement Bill Clinton smiled, waved and then made his way to the front of the room to talk to the assembled audience.

"Thank you all for coming," he said smiling down at the assembled super rich who's who of big business that was gathered in the room. The President's eye also got caught on the deep, expansive cleavage of Carmen Electra who had come along as the date of the president of Columbia Records.

Bill Clinton cleared his throat and continued, trying his best to ignore the significant distraction offered by Carmen Electra's tits, "The reason we have all come together this evening is to..."

His speech was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang. The doors to the large room burst open in a shower of splinters and about twenty armed men ran into the room. The attackers moved quickly, obviously well trained. There were a handful of quick shots of resistance let off as secret service agents tried to stop the intrusion and protect the President, but these were quickly silenced with the help of a pair of turncoat agents that took out their own men. The room was filled with panic but the fight was over as quickly and suddenly as it started, the screams of the crowd immediately silenced as the attackers rapidly and brutally took control of the room.

"Everybody remain calm and nothing will happen to you tonight," said a deep voice. The captives turned to see a tall man in a white lab coat enter the room. He had bushy gray hair, a bald head and an ugly face, "My name is Professor Nasty and I am your terrorist for the evening."

**

Across the other side of town Anna Nicole Smith sat herself down in the office of her boss - The Chief.

"What's the situation Chief?" she asked sitting back and taking a sip of water. Anna was wearing tight white jeans and a pink shirt. The shirt was knotted in the middle exposing her flat, tanned stomach and also opening to display some of her ample cleavage.

"Well Anna unfortunately we have another job for you straight away," said the Chief, he was a good looking, distinguished man of about fifty years of age. He spoke with a well schooled English accent that Anna always loved.

"Well done on that assassination by the way," said the Chief, continuing, "A situation has arisen I am afraid, one that we need your special skills and training to deal with Anna. You're my best agent and for this one I need to send my best."

"What's happened?" asked Anna earnestly, as she spoke she leaned forward with interest, the movement affording the Chief an excellent view down the front of her shirt.

The Chief pulled out the plans and schematics of the brand new high rise office/conference center that had been recently constructed on Wall Street.

"As you may be aware the President was in a meeting in the new Nagasoto building with a number of business heads and VIPS from around the country," he explained.

Anna nodded and leant back in her chair, the Chief was a little disappointed to lose his lovely view but continued anyway, "Less than fifteen minutes ago we received demands from a terrorist group who has taken the building - and the President hostage."

"Shit!" swore Anna, "Do we know who's involved?"

"We suspect it is the work of your old nemesis, Professor Nasty."

"Fuck!" growled Anna remembering her previous run-in with the Professor. It had been Professor Nasty that had caused her original nice C-cup breasts to grow into the massive F-cup breasts that now filled her bra. He had done this just so he could tit fuck her, Anna still remembered the pearl necklace he had given her when he exploded between her newly enlarged hooters. When Anna had finally escaped his clutches and got back to base she had asked the Chief and his top scientist Gadget to reverse the serum. They had spent a couple of hours closely examining her newly grown breasts and then decided it was impossible. The Chief also decided that Anna could use her latest asset as a secret weapon and had changed her codename to 'Hooters'.

"Your mission Miss Smith is to infiltrate the skyscraper and save the President. The chopper is waiting Agent Hooters, but before you go I want you to stop by the lab in case Gadget has anything for you."

**

Back in the conference room hostages were being shoved into some of the many offices on the floor below and locked up.

"Move it!" roared a huge mountain of a man who appeared to be the leader of the soldiers. His body was almost seven feet tall and was a mass of muscles. His head was completely shaven and he had a black bushy beard. His arms bulged against his t-shirt and they were thick with corded muscle. He had no neck due to his huge trapezius muscles and the other men referred to his as 'Bear'.

"Hurry up!" he growled at the president of Columbia Records who was being shoved into the office behind Bear, then Bear noticed the woman following the record executive and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her out of the line of hostages.

"Who are you?" he asked, staring at her face and squinting his eyes.

"C-c-carmen," stammered the beautiful Carmen Electra in reply.

"Ahh," said the big man smiling, "Baywatch!"

Carmen nodded then gasped in fear as Bear reached out and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it through her blue dress.

"Bear likes!" he grunted shoving his gun into its shoulder holster and moving towards Carmen, both hands outstretched and reaching for her large breasts. Carmen stumbled backwards in fright trying to escape his groping hands but she was stopped when the back of her thighs bumped into a desk behind her.

The Bear yanked down the front of her dress, causing her expansive tits to pop free and jiggle enticingly. Bear grabbed a breast in each hand and began to squeeze and maul them eagerly, his hands very rough on Carmens soft flesh. As his hands fisted over her tits, opening and closing as he squeezed and shaped them, he rubbed the growing bulge of his crotch against her bare thigh which poked from the slit of her gown.

"Yum yum time!" bellowed Bear spinning her around and pressing her forward so that she was bent over the table. A couple of guards and hostages stopped to watch as Bear pulled up the back of her dress and tore off her black lace panties with one mighty yank. Bear then reached into his own trousers and pulled out his thick ten inch cock, positioning it at the moist entrance to Carmens cunt.

With a loud bear-like grunt he grabbed her hips and rammed up into her, his thick penis sliding deep into her cunt on the first stroke causing Carmen to cry out in surprise. Bear held her hips for the first few strokes, ramming into her hard and fast, an odd half smile, half grimace on his face as he pounded vigorously against her cunt, all ten inches sliding home with each thrust. Bear reached underneath her and took hold of her heavy swinging breasts, mauling them as he fucked her.

"What the hell is going on here?!" demanded the angry voice of Professor Nasty. He had come downstairs to check on the locking up of the hostages after making sure the President was secured upstairs at what had become their base of operations.

Bear stopped pumping Carmen Electra for a moment. His hands released her breasts and moved to her hips as he straightened up but his dick remained buried to the hilt in her pussy.

"Bear almost finished," said the big man sheepishly.

"Fuck it!" swore Professor Nasty, "I can't leave you alone for five minutes..." he paused as he looked at the girl on the end of Bears dick, "Are you Carmen Electra?"

Carmen nodded, a slight look of discomfort on her face.

The professor shrugged, "Well I guess it's not everyday you get to fuck Carmen Electra. Hurry up and finish then get up here once all the hostages are locked up."

As the professor turned and left Bear started humping Carmen again, harder and faster than before as he felt his balls begin to tighten and his cum start to churn.

His hands suddenly started to beat his chest and he started to roar like a grizzly bear, his hips twitching as he filled Carmen with sperm. When he finally finished cumming after pumping a huge load into Carmen he collapsed downwards onto the table on top of Carmen. It was a full five minutes before he withdrew from inside her and rolled off.

Carmen stood up gasping for breath as his heavy weight was finally off her. She pulled the hem of her dress back down her legs and pushed her big boobs back into her gown.

"You're quite a fuck big boy," she said to Bear just before one of the soldiers shoved her back into an office and locked the door.

**

Anna Nicole Smith lay back on the padded bench wearing only a plain white g-string as the scientist known as Gadget probed her vast breasts eagerly with his hands and fingers.

"Very good," he muttered to himself and pretended to note something down on a pad of paper before return to her breasts and squeezing them firmly. His fingers twisted her nipples and he then rolled the big orbs in circles across her chest watching the way the flesh jiggled slightly as it moved.

"Excellent," he breathed trying not to drool as his hands grabbed as much of her breasts as they could and he massaged the firm flesh with mounting arousal. He then shook her big breasts roughly, watching the tit-flesh quiver and shake delightfully.

"Did the poison do any damage?" asked Anna, knowing this extended fifteen minute examination was losing her time to save the President.

The question seemed to snap Gadget unwillingly back to reality and he reluctantly let go of her large breasts, "No they're fine you can get dressed now."

"Great," said Anna.

"I think I can mount some machine guns in those jubblies of yours Nicole," said Gadget, for some reason the scientist always called her by her middle name.

Anna hesitated for a moment, "How long will that take?"

"Probably only a ten hour operation."

"I don't have that long," Anna said declining the offer.

"Shall I apply some more tit poison?" asked Gadget, grabbing a tube of ointment and licking his lips as he eyed up her still bare breasts.

"No I don't think I'll need it," she told the disappointed scientist as she maneuvered her massive boobs into her industrial strength lacy bra.

"How about I put switch blade knives in your bra?" asked the scientist, desperately searching for another excuse to handle her big bazoobies.

"No time," repeated Anna pulling a tight black t-shirt over her head and then slipping into an equally black pair of pants, "Just give me a gun and then I'm on that helicopter."

**

A ten minute flight across town later and Anna was dropping onto the roof of the Nagasoto building commando style on the end of a ladder dropped from the helicopter.

Chapter Two

Anna Nicole Smith dropped into a roll as soon as her feet hit the rooftop. She came up with her gun drawn, scanning the top of the building for any guards the terrorists may have stationed. It was clear.

Anna immediately summoned the schematic that the Chief had shown her into her mind. The only safe way down from here was the roof service elevator, which went all the way to the ground floor with no stops. The terrorists were unlikely to notice its movement unless they had a squad on the ground floor. She ran across the roof, her automatic pistol still in hand and a black mask over her face. Anna pushed the button to summon the lift and waiting a nervous five minutes for it to arrive.

The doors popped open and she breathed a sigh of relief to find it was empty. Anna slipped through the doors and the lift descended into the building. She was in.

The elevator doors popped open at the ground floor kitchen, anyone waiting would have been greeted with the business end of Anna's pistol, but fortunately the kitchen appeared empty. She quickly made a check of the room then crouched down behind one of the benches and pulled out an RT.

"Agent Hooters to Chief, come in base," she whispered into it.

"This is the Chief," said the familiar voice on the other end.

"I'm in," said Anna, "In the ground floor kitchen, do we have any idea where the hostages are being kept?"

"Not yet Agent Hooters, I'm afraid you're gonna have to do this the hard way, floor by floor."

"Great..." muttered Anna, "Agent Hooters over and out."

As she switched off Anna suddenly heard footsteps, and they were close. She started to move from her crouch around the left side of the bench but saw a soldier coming around from that side of the table. Before she could attack him a pair of arms grabbed her from behind. The soldier in front rammed the butt of his weapon into her face snapping her head backwards as she felt her vision swimming.

Anna slumped unconscious in the soldiers arms when suddenly there was a gunshot. The man in front went over in a spray of blood, the bullet taking him in the side of the head. The other soldier dropped Anna to the floor and went for his weapon but was too slow, he was also shot dead but the invisible attacker.

Anna's savior appeared from the other side of the kitchen. He was an old black man of about fifty or sixty years of age wearing a security guards uniform. He had been the only one who had managed to get away when the terrorists attacked.

The old guard moved to Anna's slumped over body and rolled her onto her back. He checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive then pulled off her mask.

"Damn!" he swore with a sharp intake of breath as he saw Anna's long blonde hair and sexy features, "Looks like I got me Marilyn Munroe here...thank you God."

The old man pulled back slightly to take in the wonderful sight of Anna's feminine curves in her t-shirt and tight black pants. He ran his hands up her sides and then cupped her full breasts through her clothing giving them a soft squeeze.

"Are you awake lady?" he asked lifting an eyelid. She was out cold.

The security guard licked his lips and sat straddling Anna's hips. He reached up and placed both his hands on her expansive chest and squeezed the abundant melons of her breasts.

"Lovely..." he breathed as he fondled her big tits. He then untucked her t-shirt from her pants and lifted it up slightly, his shaking hands sliding up underneath her top to grab her bra covered breasts.

"Oh wow," he gasped, feeling the expansive size and weight of her tits through the lacy fabric of her bra, "God has sent me an Angel."

His fingertips rubbed across her nipples which were now standing out and could be clearly felt even through the material of her bra. The guard then grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them as tight as he could. The sudden extra hard assault on her breasts caused Anna to wake from her unconsciousness, her eyes opened to see the old black man leaning over her with his hands up her shirt.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" demanded Anna, a note of caution in her voice, she did not attack in case the second soldier was there too.

"Yeeaaah!" cried the security guard in surprise his hands jerking off Anna's tits in surprise and out from under her shirt.

"Who are you!" repeated Anna more firmly.

The guard got up off her and held up his hands to show he didn't have his weapon out, "I'm not one of them Miss."

Anna frowned and noticed he was not dressed like the soldiers. Her eyes narrowed as she saw his security uniform, "A security guard?" she asked uncertainly.

The black man nodded, "That's right, I work for the Nagasoto Corporation."

Anna nodded, slightly relieved, then a dangerous look crossed her face, "What were you doing to me when I woke up?"

"Ahhh.." the security guard hesitated a moment, "I thought you were dead, I was just doing CPR."

Anna nodded, "Ok then, I'm a secret agent who has been sent to stop these terrorists. Do you have any idea where the hostages are being kept and how many soldiers I'm up against."

"Well I heard these two talking," said the guard gesturing to the two he had shot, "They didn't say how many of them there were but they did say the hostages were up on the 26th level and the boss was on the 27th, that's all I remember though."

"That's fine, that will help," said Anna glad for the information, "What's your name?"

"Bob, Bob Murphy."

"Ok Bob, I want you to lay low till the fun is over, I don't want you risking your neck like that again. If you see a chance to get out of the building without letting the terrorists know take it, but otherwise I'll come back for you when its all over."

Bob nodded and headed back for the pantry that had been his earlier hiding place. Anna waved goodbye and made straight for the stairwell, she had quite a climb ahead. Taking a deep breath she started to job up the stairs, her big titties bouncing and jiggling delectably inside her t-shirt.




CODENAME:  Hooters



Chapter Three

Anna Nicole Smith paused at the 25th floor and peered upwards. Her run had slowed to a creep over the last few floors as she neared the floor where the terrorists were based and went into stealth mode.

She saw a lone guard outside the stairwell door, armed with a machine gun and dressed all in black. Anna dropped back a couple of stairs and pulled out a silencer from the pocket on her pants. She quietly screwed it onto her pistol then climbed back up to get a line of sight on the terrorist.

The man didn't have a chance, two shots hit him, one in the heart the other in the throat and he went down like a sack of potatoes, silent and deadly. Anna slipped up the stairs, past the dead guard and into the floor where the hostages were being held.

There were a pair of guards just inside the stairwell doors, guarding the first office, but Anna dispatched them without difficulty, two quick shots of her silenced pistol dropping them both. A guard around the corner heard the sounds of their bodies hitting the ground.

"What's going on Bill?" he called out and headed towards the noise.

He only had time to glance at the two bodies lying on the ground before a foot shot out knocking his gun away. He turned to see a voluptuous blonde, dressed all in black slam the heel of her palm under his jaw, snapping his head back and sending him sprawling.

Anna was on him in a second, her hands wrapping around his throat as she tried to strangle him, her body pressed down on top of his. The soldier managed to roll them over and the tables turned, Anna lying prone on her back and the man on top of her.

Then the man made a fatal mistake, his gaze briefly glimpsed down at her large heaving breasts that were straining against her tight t-shirt and he even dropped a hand between them to squeeze one of her mammoth tits. The movement gave Anna a chance to get a knee up, slamming into his groin then pushing him back over her head using both her legs.

Anna's body spun round and her legs scissored, her thighs snapping closed around the mans neck with vice-like strength and his face pressed into her crotch cutting of his airways. It was a move that the Chief had spent hours showing her last week and she knew for a fact how bad it was to have your face buried in someone's crotch, the Chief had kept her there for ten minutes.

Anna squeezed harder with her thighs till she felt the man go limp then she breathed a sigh of relief, that had been too close.

The other three guards on the floor went much easier and Anna then began to unlock the offices and started sending the hostages down the stairways.

First to escape was Carmen Electra, Anna stopped her, "Do you know where they're keeping the President?"

"Upstairs I think," replied Carmen.

"How many more up there?" asked Anna.

"Theres two grunts and the main guy, he calls himself Professor Nasty."

"We've met," Anna said in a grim tone.

"Oh and there's also a big guy called Bear," Carmen gave Anna a funny look which she couldn't quite decipher, "A very big guy!"

"Ok," said Anna frowning.

"He's a big guy," added Carmen with a strange nod to herself as she headed down the stairs.

Anna nodded and turned back to the other hostages, she ran smack straight into the Bears chest.

"Shit!" swore Anna.

"Bear remember you!" growled the big bearded man scooping up Anna before she could react and tossing her over his shoulder.

Anna struggled as the big man carried her down the hallway and back into the first office. He dropped her down off his shoulder and to Anna's surprise grabbed her tits with both his big hands and roughly squeezed them through her clothing.

"Bear likes," the big guy grunted, yanking on her t-shirt and literally ripping it off her. He then yanked down on the cups of her bra, her big breasts popping free.

Bear squeezed the big orbs and mashed them in both fists, shaking them then tightly pinching her nipples. Anna gasped as Bear leaned forward and licked each hard nipple in turn then sucked her left breast into his mouth hungrily. For a few moments he sucked at the tip of her breast, his bristly beard tickling her, then he pulled up.

"Yum yum time!" rumbled Bear ominously, Anna didn't like the sound of that and her mind went into overtime trying to think of a way to escape the horny man-mountain.

Bear unzipped his pants and drew out his thick ten inch cock which was fully erect and glistening with pre-cum Anna's eyes went wide at the sight, Carmen hadn't been kidding.

"Yum yum time!" Bear repeated as he pushed her to her knees in front of him. He tugged hard on her hair, the action causing her head to jerk backwards and her mouth to open in pain at the same time Bear thrust forward with his hips, the movement lodging the throbbing head of his big penis in Anna's mouth.

Holding her head with both hands he pushed forward with his hips and pulled her head in against his crotch, his penis pushing its way over her hot tongue and into the back of her throat.

Bear gave a short bellow and started to move his hips, his penis sliding out slightly from her mouth and then ramming deep back in, fucking her face. As Anna gargled around his humping cock she remembered the last time she had run into Bear.

He had raped her that time as well, she remembered his heavy weight on top of her as he pumped her with his large cock, when he had cum he had gone all jelly-like and relaxed for almost five minutes and Anna had been able to escape. That was it! That was how she would get past him.

Anna's thoughts snapped back to reality as she felt the tickle of his pubic hair on her nose as Bear rammed his ten inch monster impossibly deep down her throat. She had to make him cum.

"That's it big boy," she managed to moan around his pumping shaft, "Fuck my mouth hard!"

As his penis slid in and out Anna started to suck heavily, her tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft whenever he pulled out and her mouth filling with hot saliva.

It was more than Bear could take, he grabbed handfuls of Anna's blonde hair and clutched her head against his crotch, his penis completely buried inside her hot mouth as he shot his load straight down her throat. Anna gagged and tried to cough as he mouth and throat overflowed with his sperm, cum dribbling over her chin.

She felt him relaxing slightly and pushed him backwards, as his dick popped out of her mouth with a heavy sucking noise another rope of cum shot out landing in Anna's eye. Blinking and wiping her face as best she could Anna yanked Bears gun from his shoulder holster as he leant back on the table gasping for breath, waves of orgasm still shooting through his body. Anna had to admit that the sight of the Bear in orgasm was something to behold.

"Rape this motherfucker!" she cried angrily, raising the pistol and jabbing the barrel hard into his nuts. Anna saw the Bears eyes widen slightly as he realized through the clouds of his orgasm what was about to happen.

Then she pulled the trigger.

Without a backwards glance Anna pushed her big tits back into the cups of her bra and dashed up the stairs to the 27th floor and kicked open the door. The two guards went down with loud shots from Anna's gun.

"Drop the gun or the President dies," said a familiar and evil voice.

Anna looked up to see Professor Nasty holding a pistol to the Presidents head. Clinton was tied to an office chair and the Professor was standing behind him, the Presidents eyes going wide as he saw Anna standing before them wearing only pants and a bra, her huge tits looking as though they were about to pop free. After a moments hesitation Anna dropped the gun and put her hands up.

Chapter Four

Anna Nicole Smith found herself strapped to the boardroom table, she had been stripped down to her bra and not a lot else as she was tied up spread-eagled over the table. The President was still bound in a chair in the corner of the room and Professor Nasty stared down at the prone woman with an evil smile on his face.

Anna struggled against her bonds, her breasts wobbling with the effort as she desperately searched for an escape. Professor Nasty stood over her, looking down and laughing.

"You don't expect me to talk do you?" Anna said her resolve strengthening.

"No Miss Smith," said Professor Nasty standing above her head, "I expect you to suck!"

With that he shrugged off his coat and Anna was horrified to see that he was naked beneath. The Professor held Anna's head with both his hands and let his flaccid penis drop into her mouth.

"If you want the President to live you will suck," warned the Professor sternly.

Anna's mouth closed around his limp dick as she nodded submissively and began to suck on his soft organ. Professor Nasty moaned contentedly as his penis started to swell in her mouth and he reached out and unhooked the catch at the front of her bra and peeled of the two bra cups to reveal the huge swells of her lovely breasts.

"I am so glad I created these babies," said the Professor clasping one of her large breasts in each hand. He was now straddling her face, his dick ever growing in her hot mouth and the sack of his balls resting on her nose. With his cock stiffening and pressing against Anna's tongue he began to squeeze and rub her big tits, his fingers finding and pinching and milking her stiffened nipples.

Anna's eyes started to widen slightly as the old mans dick grew alarmingly in her mouth, now completely filling it and starting to push against the back of her throat. The Professor now tightly clutched and mauled at her breasts and his hips had started to move as he began to fuck her mouth.

"Do you remember how I made your boobs big Miss Smith?" he asked as he fondled the mountainous delights.

Anna gargled some rude reply from around the big cock buried in her mouth. Her head started to get pushed downwards off his dick so Professor Nasty reached a hand down between his legs, grabbing the back of Anna's head and pulling her back up the shaft of his cock.

"Well my dear, I have made a new version of the enlargement serum," he told her, both his hands returning to her tits, which he continued to pinch, squeeze and abuse. "This time I have applied the formula to my manhood, so if you find yourself choking on it don't be surprised."

With that his hips started to pump harder and he now grabbed hold of her head again and started to fuck her mouth with renewed vigor. Anna desperately searched for air, each thrust of Professor Nasty's cock into her mouth caused the already huge organ to grow even more.

His balls kept slapping against Anna's nose as he hungrily humped her face, then he suddenly stopped, his penis buried to the hilt in her mouth, completely filling it.

"Very nice Miss Smith," said the Professor as he watched Anna's face turn red. He glanced sideways to see that President Clinton had shuffled his chair up to the side of the table to get a better look at the proceeedings.

Just as Anna's vision started to blur from lack of oxygen Professor Nasty withdrew his penis from her mouth leaving her gasping and gulping for air.

Bill Clintons eyes widened as he saw the Professors dick retreat inch by inch from Anna's mouth, it was huge, at least 12 inches long probably more.

Professor Nasty smiled down briefly at Anna then straddling her face again, clamping it tight between his pasty thighs, his meaty cock dropping with a slap on Anna's chest, nestling itself between her colossal breasts.

"Lick my balls please Miss Smith," he ordered as he took an immense tit in each hand and wrapped them around his big shaft. When he felt Anna's tongue begin to tickle his testicles he started to thrust his dick back and forth between her breasts, tit fucking her.

His penis grew as he slid it back and forth between her mountainous delights and Anna briefly wondered where he would put it next as she felt its hardness increasing against her tits.

Anna was not surprised when the Professor hefted his monstrous cock in one hand and climbed up on the table, positioning himself between her thighs.

"Now I for the honey pot," smirked Professor Nasty dropping himself down on top of her and positioning the head of his huge cock at the entrance to Anna's cunt.

"Prepare to be impaled," with that he pushed the thick head of his penis upwards, the petals of her labia peeling open as it pushed up inside of her. Anna let out a scream of pleasure and pain as she felt herself filled with all of the Professors 15 inch manhood.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped leaning forward and starting to hump against her.

As his head dropped closer Anna made her move. It was a surprise move that the Chief had helped her perfect after she had returned with her new endowments. With a twist of her shoulders and an arch of her back Anna slapped her left then her right breasts across the Professors jaw, the attack snapping his head sideways and actually knocking him unconscious. The Professor slumped over her naked body, his big dick still buried to the hilt inside her.

"Breast Fu?" asked the President with a smirk.

"My knife is over there with my pants," said Anna nodding to the corner of the room, "Use it to free yourself then see if you can pull this gorilla dicked asshole off me."

Epilogue

Anna Nicole Smith was dressed in her bra, pants and a black jacket off one of the terrorists when the police arrived to arrest Professor Nasty and any remaining terrorists.

Even the Chief turned up to congratulate Anna, "Congratulations Agent Hooters, you've done it again."

"Thanks Chief," said Anna smiling broadly, she clutched the jacket tighter around her, very conscious of the fact her bust was too large and much of her cleavage was still displayed quite prominently.

President Clinton came up and interrupted the two of them, "Mind if I borrow her for a minute?" he asked shooting a grin at the Chief.

"Not at all."

Clinton put his arm around Anna's waist and led her off in the direction of the back offices.

"Thank you for saving my life Miss Smith," said the President.

Anna blushed slightly, "That's okay Mr President, all in a days work. And please, call me Anna."

"Okay Anna," said the President, dropping his hand from her waist to cup and squeeze her firm buttock, "That was quite a performance in there with Professor Nasty. How would you like to lick the Presidential lollipop?"

The End



Codename: Nobody



Book one: Nobody's Business 
"There is opportunity in chaos."
- Sun Tzu 

Page 1

Splash page: A KGB office in the former Soviet Republic of Caspia. The office is in chaos. People rushing around with arms full of files. Others carrying out computers. People feeding paper into shredders. At a desk amidst the storm, a mousy brunette woman in a worn sweater and thick-rimmed glasses stares intently at her computer screen. She is chewing a pencil. The name placard on her desk reads Miss Nvodny. A radio on a file cabinet plays a newscast. 

Radio Announcer 

"More than a decade after the collapse of the Soviet Union, independence has finally come to the tiny Republic of Caspia. The question on everyone's lips is 'What now?'."

Page 2 

Panel 1: A closer shot of Natasha Nvodny. Her green eyes are full of indecision. Her hand is poised over the keyboard of an antiquated computer. 

Radio Announcer

"The Russian Military withdrawal is in full swing. Satellite offices of the Russian government are closing, leaving thousands out of work." 

Panel 2: Natasha's computer screen. On the screen is her own personnel file. It reads: 

Natasha Nvodny. Age 26. Height: 5' 2". Weight: 105lbs. Marital status: Single. 

Position: Data entry clerk, KGB Field Office, Caspia. Security Clearance: Level 17 

Panel 3: Natasha's computer screen. The same as before, but the cursor is deleting the 

position and clearance fields.

Panel 4: Natasha's computer screen. It now reads; Position: Field operative. Security 

Clearance: Level 1.

Panel 5: Natasha's finger hovers over the Enter key on the grimy keyboard. 

Panel 6: The same. A voice speaks from behind her. Natasha's finger stabs the Delete key.

Major Brodsky 

"Miss Nvodny!" 

Panel 7: Major Brodsky, a huge, battle ax of a woman in a Russian uniform, looms over Natasha.

Major Brodsky 

"Have you finished transferring those personnel files?" 

Page 3 

Panel 1: Natasha cowers at her desk. 

Natasha 

"Yes, Major Brodsky....er, that is...almost...I mean, I was about done..." 

Panel 2: Brodsky's horrible face. 

Major Brodsky 

"This office is to be cleared by tomorrow afternoon. You will not leave here today until 

those files are taken care of."

Panel 3: Natasha's stricken face.

Natasha 

"But Major...I have a date tonight."

Panel 4: The Major standing over Natasha. Her face softens a bit.

Major Brodsky 

"You're kidding. Not that ape from the motorpool?" 

Natasha

"Yuri. He seems nice."

Panel 5: The Major. She seems more motherly now.

Major Brodsky 

"They all seem nice. Very well. But the work must be done by 3:00 tomorrow." 

Panel 6: Natasha hurriedly gathers her things.

Natasha 

"I will, Major...I promise, Major...Thank you Major..."

Panel 7: The Major watches as Natasha rushes out the door, a trail of papers in blowing 

in her wake. 

Page 4 

Panel 1: The dingy storefront of a food market. A line of people snakes down the broken 

sidewalk.

Panel 2: Inside the store. The shelves are nearly bare. Natasha waits patiently, timidly. 

She is still clutching papers and carrying a battered briefcase tied together with 

brown string. 

Panel 3: A head and shoulders shot of Natasha in her worn sweater and thick-rimmed 

glasses. 

Panel 4: Close up on Natasha's green eyes. She wears no makeup.

Panel 5: The same close up, but the glasses are gone and her eyes are expertly made up.

Panel 6: The same head and shoulders shot, but now Natasha wears a sexy evening dress. 

Her hair is styled. There is a diamond necklace hanging over her deep cleavage. 

Page 5 

Panel 1: Natasha is sitting in a fancy restaurant across the table from a stunningly 

handsome man in a tuxedo. The waiter is handing her a drink. 

Waiter 

"Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred." 

Panel 2: Natasha and the man lean over the table, lit by candlelight, gazing into each other's eyes. 

Man 

"Natasha, last night was.... I have never known a woman as extraordinary as you." 

Panel 3: Same shot. 

Natasha 

"Thank you, Yuri. Or should I say...Lord James Eton-Smythe, British Secret Service?" 

Panel 4: Lord Eton-Smythe's face. Shock and denial. 

Panel 5: Lord Eton-Smythe's face. Resigned and defeated.

Eton-Smythe 

"Yes. But how? I have fooled the finest intelligence agencies in the world. 

The CIA, GRU, Mossad...."

Panel 6: Natasha pats his hand.

Natasha 

"Oh, James. Your screams of passion have a decided British accent." 

Panel 7: They hold hands over the table.

Eton-Smythe 

"What is to become of me? Of us?" 

Natasha 

"There are guards outside waiting to take you into custody. But that is no reason to 

waste this splendid meal." 

Panel 8: Natasha offers Eton-Smythe a silver dish. 

Natasha 

"Caviar?" 

Page 6 

Panel 1: A fat, greasy shopkeeper. There is a look of shocked humor on his face.

Shopkeeper 

"Caviar?!?! Bwah hah hah hah hah!"

Panel 2: Natasha surrounded by the crowd of shoppers. They all laugh cruelly.

Panel 3: Natasha flees from the store. 

Panel 4: Natasha enters her dreary, one room apartment. A black cat is on the table to 

greet her. 

Cat 

"Mow?" 

Natasha 

"Oh, Misha. I'm sorry. No cat food today. I promise I will bring you something home after my date." 

Panel 5: Natasha looks at the clock. It is 7:20.

Natasha 

"Oh my God! Yuri!" 

Panel 6: Natasha in the shower. The water is a brown trickle. She is shaving her hairy armpits.

Panel 7: Natasha stands in front of a cracked, full-length mirror. She is wearing her nicest 

dress. It is not so nice. She is striking a sexy pose. 

Panel 8: Same shot, but Natasha's shoulders are slumped in defeat.

Natasha 

"sigh" 

Page 7 

Panel 1: Natasha sits in a kitchen chair by the door. She is wearing her coat and gloves. 

Her purse is in her lap. The clock reads 7:55.

Panel 2: Same shot. The clock reads 8:00. 

Panel 3: Same shot. The clock reads 8:15.

Panel 4: Same shot. The clock reads 8:45. 

Panel 5: Same shot. The clock reads 9:00. 

Natasha 

"sigh" 

Panel 6: Natasha sits at the kitchen table talking on the phone. Her cat rubs against her 

leg. It is a depressing sight in a depressing room. 

Natasha

Yuri! I was worried! I...what? Oh. No, no trouble at all. I understand. 

Next week sometime? Sure. Yuri, I.... hello? Hello?" 

Panel 7: Same shot. 

Natasha 

"sigh" 

Page 8 

Panel 1: Back at the office. The same chaos. Major Brodsky is addressing the staff. Natasha 

is at her computer. 

Major Brodsky 

"This office will be closed as of 3:00 pm today. I have been authorized to tell you that 

some of you will be transferred to a new international cooperative agency. This Agency, 

The International Security Directorate, will advise those of you eligible for new positions. 

Panel 2: Natasha's computer screen. Her personnel file is on the screen as before.

Major Brodsky 

"Some of you will be reassigned to offices in other cities, other countries." 

Panel 3: Natasha's computer screen. She is deleting her position and clearance again.

Major Brodsky 

"I'm sure the rest of you will soon find positions in other fields." 

Panel 4: Natasha's computer screen. She has typed in Field Operative, Level 1. 

Major Brodsky 

"You can all be proud of the important work you have done here." 

Panel 5: Natasha's finger hovers over the Enter key. 

Major Brodsky 

"This is a new world, full of new opportunities. "

Panel 6: Natasha's finger hits Enter.

Major Brodsky 

"Good luck to you all." 

Page 9 

Panel 1: TWO MONTHS LATER. Natasha sits on her rusty fire escape cradling her cat. She is wearing bra and panties. There is a worried look on her face.

Natasha 

"Oh, Misha. What was I thinking? What have I done? Petra told me that all of the other 

clericals have already been reassigned. I have no job. I have no money. I have no cat food." 

Panel 2: Natasha snuggles Misha between her breasts. A tear runs down her cheek. 

Natasha 

"Mrs. Pogrodin said she would take care of you if...if..." 

Panel 3: Misha licks the tear. 

Natasha 

"...they send me to prison. Or if they......"

Panel 4: Natasha's face. A look of terror in her eyes. 

Natasha 

"...kill me?" 

Panel 5: From over Natasha's shoulder we see what she sees. There is a man in a black trenchcoat standing in the mouth of the alley. He is holding an open newspaper, but he is looking right up at her. 

Panel 6: Natasha and Misha dive through the window into her apartment. 

Natasha 

"OhGodOhGodOhGod!" 

Page 10 

Panel 1: Natasha bolts for her door. Misha dives into a cookie jar.

Natasha 

"I'll come back for you, Misha. I promise!" 

Panel 2: Natasha races down the stairs.

Natasha 

"OhGodOhGodOhGod" 

Panel 3: Natasha screeches to a halt. Over her shoulder we see two other men in trenchcoats coming up the stairs. 

Panel 4: Natasha ducks behind the stair rail. We see her through the slats. She grips them like prison bars. 

Panel 5: Natasha races back to her room. 

Panel 6: Natasha back in her apartment. She leans against the closed door.

Panel 7: The same. There is a loud knock at her door. 

Natasha 

"Eeep!"

Page 11 

Panel 1: Natasha peeks out of the door.

Natasha 

"Yes?" 

Panel 2: Through the crack in the door we see the two large, frightening men. 

Man #1 

"Miss Nvodny?" 

Natasha 

"Yes?" 

Panel 3: The man reaches into his coat under his left arm with his right hand. 

Panel 4: Natasha's eyes go wide. 

Panel 5: The man pulls out an envelope. 

Man #1 

"Your orders, Ma'am." 

Panel 6: Natasha sits at her kitchen table. Misha sits on the table. Spread on the table are official looking documents, a passport, an airline ticket and a lot of cash. Natasha holds in her hands a platinum credit card. 

Natasha 

"Oh, Misha. I think we hit the jackpot." 

Page 12 

Panel 1: WASHINGTON, DC. Natasha in a bubble bath in a luxury hotel. She is talking on a cordless phone.

Natasha 

"You wouldn't believe it, Misha. This bathroom is bigger than our whole apartment! 

They have separate towels just for your hands." 

Panel 2: An old, fat woman holds a phone receiver up to Misha. The woman looks bored and perturbed. 

Panel 3: Natasha towels off.

Natasha 

"Washington is incredible. Just like the movies. I am doing very well with my English." 

Panel 4: Natasha in the bedroom. She is wrapped in a tiny towel. There is a knock at the door.

Natasha 

"I have to report tomorrow. If they arrest me, I guess I'll apply for asylum. I'm sure they will let me send for you. Americans love pets."

Panel 5: Natasha opens the door to a man with a rack of clothes. He has a cloth tape measure over his shoulders. With him is a woman in a smock carrying scissors and a make-up kit. 

Natasha

"I have to go. It's time for my make-over. I love you Misha. Bye."

Panel 6: Natasha stands in front of a gilt-trimmed mirror in the same pose from page 6. She wears a black leather skirt and jacket, wicked boots and a purple blouse that reveals a lot of cleavage. Her hair is short and swept up like flames. Her make-up is perfect. Her glasses are stylish and cool. She is drop dead gorgeous. 

Natasha 

"Nvodny. Natasha Nvodny."

Page 13 

1. Panel 1: THE NEXT MORNING. Natasha stands in front of a gleaming office building.

Natasha (thinking) 

"Bullshit and attitude. Bullshit and attitude." 

Panel 2: Natasha stands in a long hall. There is a security desk at the far end.

Natasha (thinking) 

"Bullshit and attitude. Bullshit and attitude."

Panel 3: Natasha stands before the security desk. There is a mean-looking guard. On the wall behind the guard is the seal of the International Security Directorate. The guard is looking at Natasha's I.D.

Guard 

"It says here you are a level 17 clerk." 

Panel 4: Natasha gives him a haughty look. 

Natasha 

"Of course it does. Would you prefer one that says, "Master Spy?"

Panel 5: The guard glares at her. 

Guard 

"Hallway to the right. Take the stairs down three flights. Turn right, then left. Right?"

Panel 6: Natasha walks down the hall. The guard admires her ass as she walks away. 

Panel 7: Natasha stands before a large, metal door. Stenciled on the door are the words; 

BODY SHOP. 

Page 14 

Panel 1: Natasha hesitantly opens the door. Inside is a white room with five chairs and a podium. There is a projection screen behind the podium. Four of the chairs are occupied. Two men, two women. They are all tall, handsome, well built and smoking cigarettes. 

Panel 2: Natasha takes the empty chair. She looks small compared to the others. They are Ian Wadsworth; Blond hair, blue eyes, slender and elegant. Jack Craft; Brown hair, brown eyes, rugged and unshaven. Brücke Vorkoster; Blond crew cut, blue eyes, muscular, with enormous breasts. Leah Liraz; Thick black curls, violet eyes, voluptuous and sultry. Natasha takes the chair next to Ian. He holds a cigarette pack out to her. 

Ian 

"Fancy a fag?"

Panel 3: The door slams open. It is filled by a huge man in a military uniform; General Maximilian Korsakoff. His head is covered with a black, skin-tight hood. Only his left eye is exposed. There are scars visible around his grey eye. With him is a small, girlish Japanese woman in a smart business suit; Miko Homicido. She holds five manila envelopes.

General Korsakoff 

"I am the Lord God Almighty. You may call me General Korsakoff. From this moment, 

you belong to me. You will report only to me. You will answer only to me."

Panel 4: The General looms over Natasha. 

General 

"I don't know you."

Panel 5: Natasha looks like she is going to wet her pants. 

Page 15 

Panel 1: The General stands behind the podium. Miko looks up at him in reverent awe.

General 

"I don't know any of you. You have been operating off the grid, below the radar. No paper trail, no records, no history at all.

What I do know is that you are all Level 1 operatives. The best of the best. The most highly trained, highly skilled operatives in your respective agencies. In short, you are the most lethal people in the world."

Panel 3: A long panel, divided in four sections, of the four spies. Miko hands them an envelope as the General calls their names.

General 

"Codename: Anybody, M. I. 6" (Ian) 

"Codename: Somebody, C.I.A." (Jack).

"Codename: Hardbody, B.N.D." (Brücke).

"Codename: Goodbody, Mossad" (Leah). 

Panel 5: Natasha. She looks nervous.

General 

"Codename: Nobody, K.G.B." 

Panel 6: The General at the podium. 

General 

"We are The Body Shop, an elite unit within the International Security Directorate. It is an American name. A place that fixes things. That is our mandate. We are based in America because it is the world center of money, drugs and war. The packets Miss Homicido gave you contain your individual assignments. You will work that problem in between the missions I assign you. All I.S.D. facilities are at your disposal. Your budget is unlimited, within reason. Take an office upstairs. Draw weapons and equipment from the Armory downstairs. " 

Panel 7: The General's eye.

General 

"Well? Get to work!" 

Panel 8: Natasha's face.

Natasha 

"Nobody?" 

Page 16 

Panel 1: THE ARMORY. There is an array of weapons and equipment laid out on a table. A grizzled Sergeant-Major type stands behind the table. Natasha looks at the weapons, trying to hide her confusion. He hands her a metal briefcase.

Sarge 

"This contains a standard field kit. Secure phone, wiretaps, detonators, etc. Choice of weapon is up to you. You have a preference, Miss Nobody?" 

Natasha 

"Um...Walther PPK?"

Sarge 

"Ah, a traditionalist." 

Panel 2: Brücke's voice from behind Natasha as she looks at the automatic pistol in her hand, trying to act like she has held one before. 

Brücke

"Not much stopping power." 

Panel 3: Natasha turns to Brücke and walks face first into her huge breasts.

Panel 4: Natasha steps back. Brücke smiles at her.

Natasha 

"That depends on what you hit." 

Panel 5: Brücke points down to the other end of the room. There is a man-shaped, paper target hanging in front of the wall. Natasha looks worried. 

Brücke

"Show me what you can do." 

Panel 6: Natasha points the gun at the target.

Natasha (thinking) 

"You can do this. Just like the movies. Center of the chest. Breathe and squeeze." 

Page 17

Panel 1: Natasha closes her eyes and squeezes the trigger. 

Panel 2: Natasha peeks at the target with one eye. Brücke laughs.

Panel 3: The target. There is a hole in the crotch.

Brücke

"Hah hah hah. Little Nobody, you are my kind of girl." 

Panel 4: Brücke turns to the Sarge.

Brücke

"Desert Eagle. 50 cal."

Panel 5: The Sarge hands her the huge automatic pistol and in one motion she turns and fires.

Panel 6: There is a hole in wall at the end of the room where the target used to be. Bits of paper float around it.

Panel 7: Brücke laughs a hearty laugh, throws an arm around Natasha and crushes her into the side of her breast. Jack watches them from around a corner.

Page 18

Panel 1: THE NEXT NIGHT. Natasha is in her office. We see the Capital Building through the open window. The office is on the 17th floor. Boxes in the trash can show that the equipment is new and the office has just been set up. Natasha is going over the files from the manila envelope.

Panel 2: Natasha looks at a dossier.

Natasha 

"Find one man. How hard can it be?" 

Panel 3: The dossier's first page. It is of a free-lance operative. There is no picture on the file. The heading reads Codename: Greystoke. 

Natasha 

"After all, you've seen a hundred spy movies. You've read a thousand spy novels." 

Panel 4: Natasha puts her feet up on the desk. She reads the file aloud. 

Natasha 

"Codename: Greystoke. Mercenary. Wanted in 36 countries. Wow. Insurrection. Theft of state secrets. Grand larceny." 

Panel 5: Natasha chews a pencil. 

Natasha 

"No reports of him working for the powerful against the powerless. Hmmm. You would think that the powerful would pay better."

Panel 6: Natasha' s elbows are on the desk, her head in her hands. She reads the file. 

Natasha 

" 6'5". Weight; 230. Head shaved. Red beard. Eyes....I wonder what color his eyes are?" 

Panel 7: The same. A voice answers her from over her shoulder. 

Greystoke 

"Blue." 

Page 19:

Panel 1: . Natasha whirls around to see a smiling man standing in the window. He is tall, dressed all in black; suit, shirt, tie, leather trenchcoat. There is a red rosebud in his lapel. He has a red goatee. He tips his black fedora, revealing a shaved head.

Greystoke 

"Looking for me?" 

Panel 2: Natasha starts to speak, but Greystoke lays a gloved finger across her lips.

Natasha

"Who? How?"

Greystoke

"Shhh. Someone is coming. It wouldn't look good for you if they were to find me here."

Panel 3: Greystoke flicks open a switchblade in front of Natasha's wide eyes.

Greystoke

"I will be under your desk, holding the tip of my blade to your femoral artery."

Page 20

Panel 1: Greystoke gets under the desk. He speaks up at Natasha from between her legs.

Greystoke

"If you alert them to my presence, I would have to kill them. And I would have to cut this lovely leg. I doubt you could get yourself to a hospital before you bled out."

Panel 2: Miko comes in the door without knocking. Natasha tries to look calm.

Miko

"Miss Nobody. We have a problem."

Panel 3: Greystoke's gloved hands push apart Natasha's thighs.

Miko

"I have been researching your history, or rather, your lack of history."




Codename: Nobody



Panel 4: Natasha squirms in her chair, an odd look on her face.

Miko

"Your KGB file shows you as a file clerk, living in a slum apartment. An obvious cover.identity. But it shows no record of your operational history. No missions, no assignments, nothing at all."

Panel 5: Miko stands in front of Natasha, a lethal look in her eyes.

Miko

"General Korsakoff seems unconcerned by this."

Panel 6: The tip of Greystoke's knife lifts the edge of Natasha's panties, revealling her thick bush.

Miko

"I, however, find this to be a very troubling development."

Page 21

Panel 1: Natasha sits bolt upright and her eyes go wide.

Miko

"Is something wrong, Miss Nobody?"

Panel 2: Natasha grips the edge of her desk.

Natasha

"Who do you think I am, Miss Homicido?"

Miko

"I think....."

Natasha

"And just who in the hell do you think you are?"

Panel 3: Natasha musters her most angry look.

Natasha

"I am a Level 1 Field Operative. Do you think I would be stupid enough to leave the KGB without purging my files? That may be the kind of sloppy tradecraft you are used to, but I assure you I play at a much higher level. And I will not have

my...my methods..eep... questioned by ...some...secretary. Stop that!"

Panel 4: Miko looks confused.

Miko

"Stop what, Miss Nobody?"

:

Panel 5: Natasha leaps up from her desk and rushes towards Miko.

Natasha

"Stop... Stop...questioning my methods. Now if there is nothing else...?"

Panel 6: Natasha pushes Miko out the door.

Natasha

"See that I am not disturbed."

Panel 7: Miko stops in the door.

Miko

"Let me be clear, Nobody. I have my eye on you. If you should do anything to bring dishonor upon the General, I will be most displeased. Most displeased."

Page 22

Panel 1: Natasha slams the door in her face.

Panel 2: Natasha goes to her desk and yanks back the chair.

Natasha

"How dare you, you son of a bitch! I could have..."

Panel 3: The space under the desk is empty.

Panel 4: Natasha races to the window, but Greystoke is nowhere to be seen.

Panel 5: Natasha flops into her chair. On the keyboard of her computer there is a red rosebud and her panties.

Panel 6: Natasha holds the rosebud to her lips. On the computer screen we can see there is a message.

Panel 7: Close up of the computer screen. The message reads:

Catch me if you can.

 Greystoke

End Part One.



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Now that that's out of the way, on with the show.

Chapter 1

"All I'm saying is if it's good enough for shapes, it's good enough for numbers!"

Julie strode through The Mall while Emma bounced along beside her, telling her close to the stupidest thing she's ever heard.

"That's not how it works though, it would just be confusing as hell."

The pair of girls wandered past the rows of shops as they had done dozens of times when there was nothing to do on a Sunday. The smallish shopping center wasn't as much of a mall as it was a collection of shops too poor to afford leasing anything else. But as much as it wasn't a mall, the two insisted on calling it that due to it being the only mall-like structure in several hundred miles. The Mall. Singular.

The whole place was bright and well lit, which seemed to be inevitable as almost everything was outside. There were a few tarps set up to hang between the hallways of shops to provide a faux ceiling for shade, but they never helped much with the heat.

"How!? How is it confusing. If you have a pentagon, then a hexagon, hepta, octo-nona-deca-eccetera, then why can't I have a pentillion dollars? It should go million, as in Mono, Billion as in two, trillion, quadrillion, pentillion and so on. And don't even get me STARTED on the word square. It's a quadrangle." Emma nudged Julie's shoulder with hers, too lazy to take her hands out of the pockets of her shorts.

Emma was a little thing, about a head smaller than her friend, who stood at around 5'9". Her legs were so short that she had to take a step and a half for every one that Julie did. Her impish features tied into her shortness, big blue eyes and a cute little turned up nose. She always had to look up at Julie through her straight blond hair, which she pretty much refused to pull out of her face.

"Quadrangle." Julie repeated, chuckling a little as she returned the shoulder nudge "Why not just go all out and call it a quadrellagram?" Julie laughed, adding "But I can see how someone with no curves is so annoyed by shapes."

"Bitch." Emma snickered, finally pulling her hand out of her pocket to give Julie a playful punch in the arm. Julie didn't exactly have that feminine "hourglass" that all the magazines rave on about, but standing next Emma's twiggy figure made her look like a particular someone from Willendorf. Julie had wavy brown hair that ended a little below the hood of her grey hoodie hanging behind her neck, which she persisted to wear even in the current weather. She had a straight nose in contrast to Emma's, and her green eyes sparkled like lake water in the blistering sun.

"Hey, check it!" Emma broke the monotony of their stroll with the outburst, tugging on Julies sleeve and pointing at some store, "'Nother new shop! We're going in there! We are so going in there!"

At The Mall shops came and went like bugs around a streetlamp, a new one cropping up for every one that closed down. It wasn't uncommon to see a new shop that you kind of thought might be interesting if it got popular, only to see it gone a week later because nobody went in, which was kind of your fault too since everyone else had that same thought. However, this particular shop that Emma was pointing at with her outstretched arm was different.

Julie

It felt like Emma was damn near about to shake my arm off.

"Quit! What is it?" I half-shout at her, shrugging her off my sleeve and turning towards where she was pointing.

As she had so plainly stated, there was a new shop. This one stood out more than the usual new ones, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. The whole front of the place was painted black, and instead of whatever glass entrance or revolving door all the other shops had, this place's entryway was just a bare archway, with a thick wall of beads hanging from the top of it like some hippies' room. You couldn't see much from between them either, just black wall and dim new-store insides. It stood out comically, crammed between Kitty's Cupcakes and some Dippin Dots knock-off called Little Ice Cream Balls. Wonder why that place never got popular.

Emma walked past me and stared up at the sign, which was a trip all by itself without the whole "emo kid's bedroom" vibe they were throwing off. It was this big wooden thing that scrawled across the top of the entryway-beads, carved to make it look like a scroll. On the paper between the two scroll-roller things it read "Ye Olde Magic Shoppe". You'd think if they were going the whole old English route they'd have at least spelled it like "Magick" or something.

"Freaky." Emma said to herself without looking away from the strange sign, "Huh. You'd think they'd have spelled Magic the other way." God I love Emma. This is why we're friends, she gets me. Without another word she disappears behind the curtain of beads, clattering behind her as they retook their places in the doorframe. I took one last glance at the sign before going in after her, making a neat part in the beads with my hands and pulling them to either side.

The first thing that hit me was the smell, like chocolate chip cookies and some kind of exotic spice mixed together. The next was a blast of cold air in my face as I cleared the wall of beads, and Emma inelegantly flapping her shirt against her chest.

"Glorious air conditioning!" Emma shouted to the ceiling, "I'd be wondering how they keep all the cold in here if I wasn't so grateful."

"It's part of the magic." We both jumped a little as a girl's voice sounded from somewhere in the back of the shop. That's when I took my first look around. From what I could see the place went much further back than it seemed from out front. It was set up like a library, every wall covered from ceiling to floor in shelves, but rather than books, they were filled up with the most random crap you could imagine. It was like a tornado tore through a neighborhood on garage sale day and dumped it all here.

The shop girl popped out from behind one of the shelves and approached us, pulling her straight black hair out of her eyes. Half of her head was shaved, and she had a pierced septum with a little silver nose-ring, "Hey guys! Welcome! Feel free to look around or whatever." She swung her weight around like someone who knew how to use their curves. And curves she had. With the tube top and skin-tight black jeans she was rocking I felt my self-esteem drop a few points just looking at her.

"Uh, thanks! We will." I responded, dumbly. At her say so Emma had wandered off without saying a word to go lose herself in one of the shelves low enough for her to reach. For a moment I looked around at the shelves and shelves of stuff before realizing that I still didn't exactly know what they were even supposed to sell. She must have noticed something from the look on my face.

"I could... show you around a little? If that would start you off?" God her voice was cute. I caught myself thinking that and shook my head a little before responding.

"Um, sure. What exactly do you sell? Like I know, "Magic stuff", but really."

She didn't seem put-off by the question at all, "No, that's about right! Magic stuff. Go ahead," She waved her arm to one side of the shop, opposite of where Emma had wandered "Pick a shelf and hold something up. I'll tell you what it does."

Okay, she clearly buys whatever it is she's selling. I walked up to one of the shelves and zoomed in on a little tray with a bunch of knick knacks and a sticky note on the side that read "2 for a dollar".

That made me chuckle. I gestured to the price "Rough economy for a magic shop?"

"We do quite alright. Those though," She glanced at the little bargain bin "not the most useful."

I scanned my eyes over it again. A yo-yo, a mood ring, a single die, a Chinese finger trap, a tube of lip-stick, and a whole lot of other miscellaneous objects, all sitting jumbled up together in the silver tray. I picked up the die and looked at her, "Okay, so on a scale of 1 to really magical...?"

She looked at the dice "Moderately. Around a 2. It technically works." She shrugs.

I look back at it, then toss it back onto the tray. It comes up 1, "Where exactly does the magic come in?"

She looks at the result, chuckles a bit, then answers, "It's supposed to predict how many times you're going to get off for the rest of the week."

I stare down at the little cube, "Heh. Cute." I pick it back up and drop it again. Another 1. And another. Who would make a loaded dice that only lands on 1? "Well what exactly is wrong with it?"

She strides over next to me and picks it up. Her perfume sneaks into my nose, a summer breeze. The room feels a little warmer.

"It only goes up to 6." She drops the dice, but instead of landing properly it jolts when it hits the tray, again and again like a jumping bean, never sitting still. It finally stops when she slams her hand down on top of it, "Not very useful for more... active people, "

At this point I'm trying to figure out how she got it to jump around like that. Remote control in her pocket? Heat sensor? A little complicated for such a small gag. The shop-girl nudges her head towards the tray again. I take the hint and pick up another knick knack, the mood ring, the mood of the day apparently whatever dark red is supposed to mean. I slip it on my finger, and it just barely manages to fit, "So what's wrong with the mood ring? Does it guess wrong or something?"

A mischievous smile lights up on her face and she leans in closer, giving me another breath of her scent, "No, it's just stuck on one mood." She takes my hand softly and brings it up to her face. She breathes a word into the ring, "Horny"

A wave of warmth suffuses my hand and shoots down my arm, coursing through me. I can feel my face go red as the wave makes its way under my jeans, starting me up, "Oh god." I let out, not meaning to. It was too much. The need was there. The need I only ever felt when I was alone on a Friday night. It was burning through me, and it was getting hard to breathe. I was just about to move my hands down to take care of it when she pulled the ring off my finger. The room jolted back into place around me and I realized what I was about to do. My face went even redder.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Super unprofessional." The tone of her voice implied that she didn't mean a word of it.

"I don't- How did you- What was-" My head was spinning as the heat left me, replaced by the heat of embarrassment.

"Magic~." She said in a little sing-song, cutting off my hopeless babbling. You could hear the smile in her voice. She dropped the little red ring back on the tray with a clatter.

I paused. That was too weird. I looked back down at the small arrangement of objects, noticing a trend.

"Exactly what kind of magic did you say you sell...?"

I swear I saw a small spark of something flash behind her brown eyes, "The fun kind!"

Before speaking again she adjusted her top, her boobs jiggling into a more comfortable position. God damn those tits. That shit ain't fair. Someone must have broken the mold after she was finished, 'cause people would still be waging war over it. A little bit of the red returned to my face as she noticed me noticing her, but she just smiled, apparently liking the attention.

"...Shall we continue?"

Emma

I figured I'd explore a little and let the two titty monsters have their chat. I wanted to see what this place was really about. Julie didn't really have much more than most girls, probably like a B cup or something, but since she liked to tease me so much about how little I had; Titty monster. That other girl was something else though, like someone pranked god and his salt-shaker full of hotness had the cap fall off while mixing her ingredients. Rock on sexy shop-girl.

I meandered between the rows of "magical" junk, piled high on the shelves all the way up to the ceiling. The atmosphere of the place was growing on me. Like at first I thought it was trying too hard to be all super-edgy like every teenager you see walking around covered in Hot Topic crap, but it was starting to feel more real. More genuine.

As I approached one of the shelves I immediately realized that this place was constructed for freakish giants. I could only reach the first two levels, maybe stuff on the edge of the third if I stood on my tippy toes. Fucking tall people. Still, there was plenty of magical™ stuff I could reach to mess around with. Now let's see here... A lamp with no shade, a pair of bifocals, a glow stick, a thong, a bowl of unmarked candy, a box of condoms, a ridiculously large bra... Literally a bowl of dildos... In fact it became increasingly obvious that most of the stuff was kinky junk, and It just goes on and on in every direction.

"So that's what kind of store this is! Heh, J's totally gonna freak out." I said to the empty hall of not-empty shelves. I poke through the random items, now and then thinking how silly it would be to actually buy something, "Oh hello! What might you do, my little friend?" I said, bringing a small grey remote up to my face to examine it. For a remote, it didn't seem to have a lot of versatility, having only one white dial right in the middle, with no distinguishing markings at all to make sense of what it was supposed to be adjusting. I turn the dial up about a half turn, looking around to see if something else on one of the shelves reacted.

"Hmmph." I said, dissatisfied. I really expected to hear some kind of vibrating.

I reach down and scratch at my chest. Damn it's cold in here. I wrap my arms around my chest in an attempt to warm them, feeling my nipples dig into my forearms. As I looked down I saw two little tents sticking out of my shirt defiantly, "Whoa! Good morning girls! What's got you two all riled up?"

...What? A lot of people talk to their nipples. Shut up.

I tend not to wear bras, as I've never had anything in need of support, but this kind of thing doesn't usually happen to me. I pull at my shirt, but that in no way helped their stalwart campaign to be noticed. The rough cotton wasn't doing them any favors either. I'd never seen them this hard! "Okay then... I'm just gonna look around some more. You guys just try to calm down, k?"

Turning the dial back to its original position, again looking to see if anything happened (no results), I put it back in the general area that I'd found it and continued scanning over the shelves. Again I lost myself in the sea of magical™ treasures, and in no time the two distracting bumps sticking through my shirt faded back to my usual washboard. Good. All back to normal.

"Wait."

It wasn't until a shelf and a half of browsing later did it click in my head. After a little too much time trying to find the thing in the place I thought I'd remembered putting it, I picked the little remote back off the counter, "Just have to check..."

I glanced down at my chest, then gave the thing another half-turn. Immediately I felt my nipples crinkle up, pushing out into the fabric. I stared at them for a while, just holding the remote in both hands with my head reeling, "No fuckin' way." I spun the dial all the way back, and like good little soldiers following orders, my nubs softened again. "No fuckin' WAY!" I spun it around half way and back a couple times, mesmerized by the little pistons on my chest popping in and out on a whim. I couldn't hold back the laughter, "Hah! A remote control for nipples! Why is whoever made this not filthy rich!? I wonder what..."

Holding it in one hand and the dial in the other, I twisted it all the way around to where it had started, meeting resistance there and refusing to go any further. I felt my nubs tighten up, the taut flesh straining against itself to go further. Their sensitivity shot through the roof, and I felt jolts of sensation zip straight from my nipples down between my legs. Just the sensation of my shirt touching them was driving me crazy! "Ack! Too much! Too much."

I spun the thing all the way back around, resetting my nipples to default, then placing it gingerly back on the shelf. I hopped up and down on the balls of my feet. This was so fuckin' cool! Suddenly the rest of the stuff on the shelves didn't feel so much like junk. It felt more like buried treasure.

Julie

"Here." The shop-girl said, plucking something off the shelf beside her and holding it out to me, "Try something not out of a bargain bin." She had led me a little further into the shop, the bright sunlight from outside only barely making it back to us through the rows of shelves.

I took the stick-shaped object out of her hand without really paying attention, still focused on asking questions.

"Seriously, how did you do the ring thing? Pheromones? Hypnosis?" I looked away for a second talking to myself quietly, "Maybe it absorbed through my skin..."

While I was still contemplating her illusion, she deftly grabbed the stick in my hand, lightly tapped me on the head with it, then put it back in my hand.

"Ow, hey!" It hadn't really hurt, it was a reflex ow. I rubbed my head with my free hand.

"You think too much! Now try that thing out and it might answer some of your questions."

I looked down at the stick. It was warm to the touch. It didn't feel like I was holding a stick, more like holding someone else's hand. The whole thing looked like it had been hastily whittled from some branch, save for one side, which had been sanded completely flat and smooth. On the flat surface there were carvings, all glowing a faint green. There were five circles along it, each containing a Roman numeral all the way up to five. After the furthest number, an intricately carved arrow pointed right off the edge of the stick, now pointing at the shop-girl.

I looked up at her skeptically, and she just nodded her head towards it.

"Go on, pick a number one through five." She was smiling in anticipation. She clearly liked showing off the merchandise personally.

I continued to inspect the strange stick. The green glow was shifting slowly beneath the characters.

"Any number I want?"

She nodded, "Any number you want."

I took a breath, "Fuck it." I pressed my thumb into the Roman numeral two, and suddenly there was a shift. A sound that I could only describe as "GLORB" vibrated through the air around us. My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Her tits had practically jumped out at me, stretching her top even tighter than it was, deepening her already spectacular cleavage. I couldn't focus on her however, for I was far too concerned with my own chest.

Or lack thereof. At the precise moment of her spectacular growth, the front of my shirt deflated, the fabric left loose as the flesh it had once comfortably held vanished. I tugged at my collar and stared down my shirt at a chest that hadn't been that flat since I was 12, and a lonely pair of nipples without a home. My hands desperately searched the front of my shirt, only confirming its emptiness.

"Ahhn~... That always feels a little better than I remember." Shop-girl was hefting her new mounds with relish, jiggling them up and down with her fingers.

I was staring at her tits flabbergasted. My brain short-circuited, and didn't feel it was capable of doing much else. Soon anger started to bubble, causing a few words to rise to the surface.




Codex 01: Eye of the Abyss



Author's Note: This is the first entry in a codex of background information on the world of Orc Dominion. It's not really erotic, though there may be some adult themes, and it's written more like an encyclopedia than a story. But I still hope you enjoy it! If you find them interesting I will continue to post them. This entry is on the Eye of the Abyss, a gem mentioned in the last chapter of Orc Dominion: Rebellion.

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The Eye of the Abyss, famed stone of Prince Andarrion The Thrice Damned, is a storied gem in Zentara, though it is less well known outside of the kingdom. Like the better known Moon of Deznessuian, the Eye of the Abyss first appears within recorded history and its existence is a matter of fact, not myth or legend. However, many of the dark rumors that have sprung up around the stone are not to be taken seriously. The Eye was discovered approximately one hundred and eighty six years before the current age during the reign of Prince Xander Grennally of Ruar. Stories reached the Prince of a man killing goat ravaging the countryside outside of the city.

Though at first he dismissed the stories as absurd, when the respected mayor of a small village presented the mangled body of a young boy in full view of the court, the Prince had no choice but to take action. A grand hunt was called, and knights and nobles from all over the City-State of Ruar gathered to fell the beast. Even with the corpse of the child, Xander believed he was on a snipe hunt. Thus, he was much surprised to discover cloven hoof prints of gigantic size running through the village, and stunned at the level of damage the beast was able to inflict on the homes of the town.

As horrific as the damage was, at least it made the beast easy to track. Unfortunately, the men of the village had the same idea. As the armed party followed the path led by the beast, they found body after body littering the forest. Some were pulverized, some appeared half-eaten. None were still alive.

The party finally tracked the beast to his lair. The goat was the size of a destrier, and as powerfully muscled as such large warhorses are. Its horns were like cudgels, and in the midst of a charge the beast was near unstoppable. However, while the beast was more than capable of slaughtering unarmored and underarmed villagers, a party of knights was more than capable of dispatching the beast. It is said the goat was feathered with two dozen arrows, and even then it finally fell only when pierced through the eye by the spear of Xander's sergeant at arms while standing down its charge.

To celebrate the victory, the Prince ordered a feast with the goat being the main course. Tragedy struck when Prince Xander began to choke while eating a soup made from the belly of the fel beast. All attempts to save him failed, and when he passed from this realm a black onyx stone was found lodged in his throat.

After Xander's death, his son Andarrion ascended to the throne. Andarrion had been fascinated with sorcery from a young age, and with the Eye he felt he finally found the reagent needed to make his magic work for real. Though many were outraged that he would not only keep, but prize the stone that killed his father, Andarrion ignored such criticism. It is said he used the stone in alchemical experiments, trying to turn lead into gold and increase the wealth of the city. Stories quickly circulated of the Prince's treasure, which was said to be hidden in the castle, city, or surrounding countryside. Even to this day, many commoners go in search for Andarrion's lost treasure. 

In later years, many would credit the wealth of Ruar to his alchemy, though the truth is that Ruar's prosperity started with the first of Andarrion's calumnies. The Prince had never been renown as a warrior, but after setting the Eye into the hilt of his sword, he became a demon in battle. After entering into an alliance with the City-States of Fullorm and Haverset, the three armies launched a joint attack against Swetford. Despite the latter's wealth, the Prince of Swetford was unable to withstand the might of the alliance, and his forces were soon routed and scattered. 

The three Princes demanded a quarter of Swetford's wealth each in annual tribute for a period of twenty years. In addition, Andarrion demanded the Golden Mask of Swetford, an ancient idol used in the worship of a since forgotten deity. Although no longer in use, the loss of the idol was a huge insult to Swetford, and drove the City-State into an even closer alliance with the City-State of Braden and the other peoples of what is now Heste.

Andarrion then proved himself to be a demon in truth, when he earned damnation for the first time. While the three princes were celebrating their victory, his army set upon his allies, massacring their forces and seizing the Princes of Fullorm and Haverset as hostages. Not only did he confiscate their shares of the tribute from Swetford, but demanded additional tribute from them as well.

After the war, the Prince set the stone into an ivory ring which he wore constantly. Pleased with how the stone had furthered his desires so far, Andarrion was resolved to further increase his power. He began to sacrifice animals in an attempt to summon demons with whom he hoped to bargain with for magical power. While many of the stories surrounding the stone are legend, this one is fairly well known, as the increasingly unstable Andarrion made no secret of his intentions, and was known to threaten his courtiers with Abyssal damnation when his deal was made.

The Prince also began to kidnap young women, whom he would whip in order to please a dark and previously unknown Goddess, Lomestra. Today, it is assumed that Lomestra was an invention of his own madness, as no other mention of such a Goddess can be found in any historical record or legend. Many were alarmed at his increasing insanity, but feared to take action, as the Prince was still popular with the army, whom he had led to a great victory. However, when the Prince began to sacrifice humans in an attempt to awaken the stone's power to summon demons, the Lord Mayor of Ruar and a company of knights resolved to take action.

The Lord Mayor, Feson Aerwith, planned to sneak into the castle and take the Prince into custody and install his young son as Prince with a council of Regents. Unfortunately for the citizens of Ruar, the plot was an immediate failure. As the group attempted to sneak into the castle, they were surrounded and taken into custody. Andarrion knew every detail of the plot, and within hours everyone connected to the conspirators was in custody. It isn't known how the Prince knew of the ploy, and many attributed his advance knowledge to prophetic powers gained through his sorcery. It is known what happened to the conspirators; all those taken into custody were tortured to death in Andarrion's dungeons.

The defeat of the coup was the last serious challenge to Andarrion's reign until his son. The tortures and sacrifices made in this time have become legend, and the ghosts of his victims feature heavily in the spiritual and ghostly lore of the city. The supposed power of the ring to induce madness in any who look to deep into it spring from these tales, as Andarrion enjoyed releasing any who managed to survive his dungeons, as they invariably lost their minds in the process. The Prince's use of dark magic earned him damnation for a second time.

It should be noted that no overt sign of magical ability was ever demonstrated by the Prince. None of the tales surrounding him tell of any successful use of magic that was witnessed by others. Nonetheless, Andarrion's longevity, his ability to survive numerous threats, and the wealth accumulated during his reign were nothing short of miraculous.

Andarrion finally met his death at the hands of his own son. In his later years, Andarrion became convinced that the only way to successfully summon a demon and enhance his powers was to marry Lomestra. To do this he believed that he had to whip, and then sacrifice, his wife to the Goddess, which would conveniently free him up for marriage as well. Killing his own wife earned him damnation for the third time, and finally spurred his son Aerick to action. All accounts of the confrontation state that Aerick had to remove the ring from around his father's finger before managing to kill him. One tale of dubious authenticity states that the son brought his father a young virgin as a gift for his 'bride', and that her female parts were so tight that she was able to pluck the ring off his finger when the Princess inspected her hymen.

Many wondered why Aerick did not destroy the ring, and many stories have arisen over the years explaining how he could not. Official records suggest that discarding or destroying the stone would create more fear, since its whereabouts would be unknown. With the ring held securely in the Prince's treasure, there would be no question about where it was or what it was doing.

The Eye of the Abyss has remained securely in the possession of the Grennally family ever since. No subsequent Prince of King has worn it since, as donning such a cursed object would bring widespread confusion and condemnation. What would it say about a ruler who chose to embrace the stone and the dark history surrounding it?



Codex 02: The Moon of Deznessuian



Author's Note: People didn't seem that interested in the last codex, so this will probably be the last one. I'm only submitting it because I already had it done. This is the history of the gem that Datoran gives Lyriena in chapter one.

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69 years before the beginning of the current Age of Peace, the Moon of Deznessuian was found in a mine on the isle of Felara. Roughly the size of a chicken egg, it was found already cut, polished, and in pristine condition. The original miner who found it, a commoner whose name has since been lost to history, attempted to steal it but was discovered and hanged. The Lord who owned the mine, the count of Ishira, was initially going to give it to his overlord, the Duke of Beris, but decided to keep it instead. He was so entranced by it size and clarity, he likened it to the moon in the sky, from which it gets its name. He had it set into a necklace which he wore as a badge of office. The Count became obsessed with its beauty and recklessly dug deeper into the mine, hoping to find another. He was personally overseeing the excavation of a new shaft he was sure would reveal the diamond when it collapsed and killed him, along with a dozen others. Their bodies were eventually recovered, and after seeing how the diamond corrupted his father, the new Count gave it away as part of his sister's dowry.

The marriage was a disaster almost from the start, though no true records from the time document exactly what happened. Some say that the Count's sister had a affair with servant in her husband's employ. Others say that the husband was a cruel man, who abuses his new wife. Regardless, he refused to return the diamond with the rest of the dowry. The Count, furious at the theft of the diamond and the supposed abuse of his sister, began a feud with the nobleman that killed hundreds. At the end, the petty king of the island where the diamond was found confiscated it along with all the lands of his feuding vassals.

The King, who history tells us was named Gatherien, had it set into his crown, and wore it for many years. When the Zentarans made contact with the elfs 59 years before the current age, a generation of bloodshed ensued. The Zentarans played the elfish petty kings against one another and reaped the benefits of trade and treasure. In the ensuing chaos, Gatherien and his line were exterminated, and his island absorbed into the Duchy of Falathriel. The Duke of Falathriel removed the diamond from the crown and kept it in his treasury. However, within a year it was stolen, and worse, all the evidence suggested it was one of his kin who did it. In a paranoid rage, he murdered all his sons one by one as he attempted to torture a confession from them, though no confession was ever forthcoming. The diamond was never recovered, and the Duke died without an heir, his line extinguished.

It resurfaced a decade later in the collection of a rich silk merchant named Eonimier Lithwelian. The merchant refused to say how he got it, except that he bought it from a trusted client who needed gold. There was nothing to tie him to the original theft, but the odium of the bloodshed surrounding its disappearance clung to the merchant, and many of the noble houses refused to do business with him. He attempted to expand his trade with Zentara to make up for it, but the ongoing war with Heste meant that all trade in general dried up and Eonimier went out of business. The diamond was auctioned off to his creditors, and despite having already gained a reputation for being cursed, was eagerly in demand.

The winning bid was so ruinous it sent its new owner into arrears for years. However, the merchant who bought it was eventually able to turn his business around, and eventually came to believe that he beat curse. He had many children, and was admired by all. Unfortunately, he died suddenly of a heart attack before he had time to draw up a will and make his intentions for his estate clear. The ensuing feud left all but his eldest son, Frerwin, penniless. He took the diamond and his father's wealth for himself and cast the rest of his brothers and sisters out in the cold.

The son thrived, though it was said that this was only because the diamond found a ruthless partner in him. He vastly increased his wealth through loaning money to the desperate at outrageous interest rates and ruthlessly ruining those who were even a little late on payment. Though it was never proven, rumors at the time suggested that he agreed to support his sisters in exchange for sexual favors, though that may have been cruel gossip, as he was not a popular man. Regardless, Frerwin had it for over 40 years, before being murdered while dispossessing a family of their home. He left no heir, so the diamond and his wealth eventually passed to his brother's son.

This seemed like the first good stroke associated with the diamond, as he was a poor wretch. Alas, unused to having money, he quickly squandered it all, and had to sell the diamond before ending back in penury.

The legendary scholar and inventor Fistandewel possessed it next. Despite being a man of science, he believed in the power of the curse and resolved to lock away the diamond for all time. He designed a special vault to hold it, one he said would contain its evil powers. The vault was grander even than the one he built for the new King of Zentara, and was designed to be the corner stone of his house so that should it ever open, the whole building would collapse. The Moon disappears from history for a century. Fistandewel died without ever revealing the secret of how to open the vault, and to this day the vault is still sealed beneath his old manor. Nonetheless, the Moon of Deznessuian managed to escape confinement and enter the world again, though to date no one has figured out how.

The diamond was fund being sold at an estate auction for a wealthy count, though none of his family knew where or how it had come into his possession. It was bought by general Damien Harrowen, a haughty, ambitious man who dreamed of expanding the Kingdom onto the continent. He proposed an alliance with Heste, to use their ships to launch an attack on Ruar and divide the Kingdom of Zentara between them. The King of Deznessuian was against the scheme, so Damien attempted a coup, which quickly failed since elfs are a generally mercantile and peaceful people with no desire for war. After his execution, the general's son took the Moon with him into exile, and it disappeared from history again.

It resurfaced in Heste in possession of the Duke of Fulnath. The Duke of Fulnath led the last great invasion of the Catabrian Tribes, attempting to subjugate them and add them to the Kingdom of Heste. He led his host into the hills, where they were bitterly resisted by the clans. Though he won many victories, each one wittled down his army until he had nothing left and was forced to flee in disgrace. The cost of the war ruined him, since there was no treasure in the hills to defray the expense. He had to marry his daughter off to a merchant from the Duchy of Braden, the diamond as part of the dowry, in exchange for enough money to save his own estate from collapse.

The Duke's new son was overly proud of his diamond, wore it constantly, and boasted of its magnificence. Between the diamond and his new marriage alliance with the Duke of Fulnath, his pride became overbearing. Finally, Carmine Kollmar, the Duke of Braden arrested the merchant for stepping beyond his station and confiscated the diamond. The Duke of Fulnath, pleased to be rid of a troublesome relation, did nothing but ask for his daughter back.

The Duke of Braden refused to return her, instead keeping her hostage to ensure Fulnath's cooperation in his own scheme. Carmine had grown rich from controlling the trade with Zentara, and had designs on the crown o Heste itself. Fulnath, eager to regain royal favor after his disastrous campaign, betrayed the Duke of Braden to the King. His daughter was killed, but Braden's plot was defeated and the Duchy of Braden was confiscated and given to the King of Heste's brother, Gilbert.

Gilbert kept the diamond for many years, and those closest to him said he eventually planned to set it in his crown when he became king of Zentara. During the First Hesten War, when King Turogg and Queen Jeanette besieged his Castle Wareg, one of his servants stole the diamond and opened the gates for the Zentaran army. Gilbert was killed soon after in circumstances still not entirely known.

The diamond most recently has reappeared in the possession of Datoran, the Duke of Stohlnoth, who had it set in a necklace and given to his fiancée, Princess Lyriena Eomowien, to wear on her trip to Zentara to impress upon them the wealth and majesty of the Elfish Isles.



Codex, Brought to her Knees



Note - This story is an alternate timeline for a web series called "The Guild" and begins just after the end of Season 3. 

If you're not familiar with the series or Massive Mult-Player Online Role Playing Games (MMORPGS) like World of Warcraft, this story is unlikely to be interesting to you. 



** Key characters

Felicia Day - Geeky redhead gamer girl who's really into World of Warcraft. She's generally not very confident in herself and spends most of her time gaming. She's recently become the leader of her gaming guild - the Knights of Good.

Codex - Felicia's in-game character/avatar. Codex is a powerful Healer/Priest and is confident and strong.

Will - Is the leader of the Axis of Anarchy. Evil to the core, Will wants to destroy the Knights of Good. He's usually seen wearing a kilt and enjoys causing chaos. He's most interested in humiliating Felicia.

Fawkes - Is Will's character/avatar in the game. He's a powerful warrior in black armor with a war hammer.



**Prologue

Jockeying to become the most powerful Guild on the game's servers, the Knights of Good and the Axis of Anarchy have been feuding for several weeks in a conflict that has spilled over into the real world in lots of inconvenient ways. 

Lead by Felicia, the Knights of good challenge the Axis of Anarchy to a Winner-take-all LAN battle. Although shaky at first, the Knights manage to pull out a win, ending the duel with a 1:1 fight between Codex and Fawkes, with Codex winning.

That night, Will takes Felicia out for drinks in a seemingly unexpected gesture of respect and budding friendship. But by the end of the night, Will manages to get Felicia drunk and seduce her, screwing her brains out.

Now, Felicia is left feeling emotionally attached to Will, hoping he's turned over a new leaf and is really a good guy, but Will is just using Felicia for fun and to destroy the Knights of Good, forever.



** Scene 1

"Ohhh god, yesss," Felicia moans as she writhes on the bed under Will. She's wearing a blue tank top and white shorts as Will kneels over her bare-chested wearing his strangely-hot kilt.

Felicia is shaking, in total bliss, feeling Will's cock press against her through her shorts.

"Oh hey - I was thinking," he says in a strangely calm and matter-of-fact tone. "I need to go get the Adamantine Bracers of The Holy Order in the game today, so we've got to wrap this up soon"

"Ohh, noo" Felicia moans as she continues to convulse on the bed, her hands already moving down to take off her shorts. "Don't leave me hanging," she begs.

"Well, I'd love to spend time with you Felicia , you know I would, but the Axis just really needs that item and as their leader, I promised to have it for them."

"I... I could lend you mine from Codex," Felicia ventured tepidly. Building a powerful avatar was important to her, but her mind was so clouded that she'd say anything to keep him there.

"Oh, you'd do that? How sweet." Will said with an evil smile. 

As he slid her shorts down slowly, running his fingers between her legs, he paused again as Felicia moaned weakly. "Oh - actually there are a few items I could use... if Codex happens to have them."



** Transition 1

Felicia's "relationship" with Will continued for another week as she continued to helpfully give him valuable game items and he continued to screw her brains out. From time to time, Felicia began to imagine that Will might be taking advantage of her, but then he'd usually say something nice to her and she'd convince herself that he's a really great guy... and so hot that it kept her from dwelling on it too much.

Something about how he seemed to take her for granted was also subtly hot to her mind. She felt weak and degraded sometimes with him and it was such a turn-on, even though it felt terribly naughty. 

All the while, Felicia kept leading the Knights of Good and hid her secret relationship with Will from them because they just wouldn't understand. 



** Scene 2

"Heals, incoming!" Felicia yelled into the microphone at her laptop computer, set up on a small card table in Will's apartment.

Codex and the rest of her Guild were fighting a powerful ogre, and bantering back and forth on the microphone, trying to work together to nab its treasure. 

Meanwhile, Will was at his computer at his desk, working with his own guild, talking to them over the headset. 

They were totally in their own little separate worlds, when Will lounged back on his chair and looked over at Felicia suggestively.

"So... Why don't you come over here and get onto your little knees in front of me, Felicia." he said boldly with a wry smile.

She hesitated, brought out of her gaming trance for a moment, but resisted. After all - she was raiding with her guild and they really counted on her. Still... Will was looking awfully hot over there...

"Um... Why don't we do it after we finish this raid?" she said helpfully, her hand shielding the microphone.

"No. The offer is for now only." Will answered flatly.

Felicia couldn't believe what she was doing, but she found herself leaving her keyboard and walking over to him.

"Kneel," he simply commanded as he took off his kilt.

Felicia found that her knees were weak and she slowly slid to the ground in front of him and began eagerly sucking his delicious cock.

Noises of combat came from his computer and he shifted his attention back to his game.

"Get under the desk" he commanded.

She complied, even as she heard her guild-mates through the microphone of her own computer yelling at her to heal them or to cast one particular spell or another. 

Her character Codex just stood there swaying lamely as the rest of her party continued to have a hard time with the fight.

Will swiveled his webcam down to secretly transmit the image of Felicia on her knees, sucking his cock under the computer, her red hair flipping back and forth as she tried to get him off. 

Unbeknownst to her, he and the rest of the Axis of Anarchy came up over the ridge in the game, just as the Knights of Good finished off the Ogre.

Quickly, the Axis members charged down the hill and ambushed them.

Felicia heard the yelling from her computer, but was completely oblivious to what was going on as she continued to eagerly suck Will. 

"Suck me, you dumb slut," he grunted.

Felicia was offended, but strangely turned on, so she kept sucking him, even though he was paying much more attention to the game than to her.

The combat was over quickly, with the Knights of Good characters falling one-by-one to spells and steel wielded by the Axis. They had little chance in their weakened state and without their healer to help them. 

With a fist full of Felicia's hair, Will shuddered and came into her mouth as she moaned in delight.

"You're so incredibly weak and dumb, Felicia" Will said as he laughed, swiveling the monitor over so he could see.

She saw the bodies of her entire party strewn over the game landscape and she saw another window with a feed from Will's camera, her own shocked expression looking back at her from her place on the floor.

For a few long moments, Felicia had no idea what to say or to think. She just stood there, utterly paralyzed and humiliated.

How could Will do this to her?

In a blur of tears, Felicia jumped up, hitting her head on the desk, staggering over to her laptop, which she picked up before running out of the apartment.



** Transition 2

Felicia Day spent two days sulking at home, not knowing what to do. Will had just been using her and the Knights of Good were no doubt ashamed of her when they learned that Will had used her like a dumb slut.

Their avatars had been killed off, but they would re-spawn a little while later, with only their dignity seriously damaged.

She ignored her phone messages and didn't even logon to the computer. What was the point?

But then one night, Felicia had a strange dream where her avatar Codex appeared before her in all of her strength, glory, and confidence and gave her a stern, although completely surreal talking-to.

She started to see a way out of her horrible rut. After all, Codex had defeated Fawkes once before and Felicia could use that strength and confidence to challenge him again.

If she won a battle this time, she'd be vindicated by her friends, the Knights of Good, and the whole gaming community. 

And to make things even more interesting, she'd issue a one-to-one challenge with Fawkes with a stipulation - the loser would have their character deleted forever. That way, she'd never have to run into him again.

Felicia booted up her computer, and began planning in earnest, sending the challenge, publicizing it to everyone on the game servers, and strategizing about how she would beat Fawkes again and totally humiliate him.

"That evil jerk is going to pay," she said to herself as she made posts to the gaming forum.

She felt so empowered she was almost giddy. 



** Scene 3

The field was set - a grassland with beautiful sloping hills, dotted by the occasional featherwood tree and a few rock obelisks. At a distance were hundreds of other characters there to watch and record this historic duel.

In the real world, Felicia was logged on to her computer at her home and Will was logged on at his own apartment. 

Codex wore her usual white and red outfit that managed a good balance between leather armor and a mini dress. She had a look of deep determination in her eyes and a flicker of strong magic surged around her, radiating out of her staff.

Fawkes looked like a giant, standing a full seven feet tall with midnight-black armor, ringed with spikes and menacing with a purple electrical corona. He held a powerful war hammer with one hand. 

Codex began the battle by lancing out with two powerful, crackling blue blasts from her staff, but Fawkes held up his bracer (loaned to him from Felicia all those weeks ago) and the bolts reflected into the ground, knocking up a storm of dust and flying rocks. 

Unfazed, she followed up quickly by casting a complicated spell to reverse gravity in Fawkes' area, sending him flying upwards along with all of the rocks and debris her blast had knocked loose. 

At the apogee of his "fall" upward, Codex summoned a lighting bolt from a nearby storm cloud, which struck Fawkes full on the chest. The reverse gravity spell then ended, causing Fawkes to fall back to the ground, landing with a loud, dull thud.

It was an impressive opening move, and Felicia couldn't help but smile as she waited for the dust to clear.

To everyone's amazement, there was a giant hole where Fawkes had fallen, but no immediate sign of the warrior himself. 

Codex started to look around, but felt a tremor under her as the earth under her feet erupted, sending her to the ground. When she looked up again, Fawkes was standing there in all of his glory and swung his heavy hammer down on her. 

Protected by strong magic though she was, Codex was battered by the strike and staggered to get to her feet, just as Fawkes brought down another blow on her.

"Stupid slut" Felicia heard Will say over the microphone. 

Something about that insult made her feel instantly weak, remembering how he used her a week beforehand. Weak... and maybe even a little turned on.

"Ugly, weak little bitch" taunted Will as Fawkes brought down another blow on Codex, knocking away her hit points.

Codex was now sprawled up against the rocks, looking soo helpless.

Somehow, Felicia found the position undeniably sexy. 

Felicia slid her hand slowly down her stomach, caressing her skin as she fought against the urge to touch herself

"You looked so dumb, choking on my big cock, Felicia. And what's hilarious is I know that you absolutely loved it," Will taunted.

Felicia's hand paused, trembling, just above the waistband or her orange shorts, shaking as she struggled to resist. 

When Fawkes struck Codex a fourth time, she found her hand slipping past her waistband, willing her with a sense of delicious surrender. 

Felicia began to rub herself frantically under her shorts, totally unable to control Codex and mount a decent defense. 

Fawkes brought yet another strike down on Codex, knocking her back against the jagged rocks.

"Ohhh, yess" Felicia moaned softly into the microphone, then caught herself in a moment of sanity and hoping Will didn't hear her.

His smug laugh a moment later told her that he'd heard all he needed to.

"I knew you loved to be humiliated by me, you weak little bitch," Will gloated. "Let's see if you can stop me from raping your precious Codex."

In a swift, violent movement, Fawkes hit Codex in the stomach with the pommel of his hammer and she doubled over. He pulled his big cock out of his armor and left it, swaying in front of Codex's face.

"Ohh, God, Yess" Felicia moaned, unable to help herself. She didn't want to lose Codex, but she was far too turned on to stop him. 

Still, her strong, independent avatar and the source of Felicia's pride and confidence seemed to try to fight Fawkes off on its own. Codex resisted valiantly, pushing away the armored warrior, even as Felicia continued to rub herself and watch the fight unfold.

Fawkes managed to wrap his hand around Codex's throat and started to squeeze, choking her even as his other hand moved down to roughly maul her breasts. 

At home, Felicia was shaking and touching herself like a woman possessed. She pulled down her shorts and ripped off her shirt, massaging her small pale breasts and rubbing her clit in earnest 

It was so evil, but so incredibly hot. Fawkes was raping Codex and she was powerless to stop it. So powerless.

All at once, Codex started to buck and moan at Fawkes' touch as well. Sensing the change in her, he grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his cock down her throat.

Codex was running her hands frantically over her body as Fawkes started to forcefully face-fuck her against the rocks, knocking even more of he hit points out of her, bringing her dangerously close to death.

All at once, Fawkes pulled out of Codex's mouth, looking down at her.

"Tell me you want it, Bitch" came a commanding voice over the chat line.

"Ohh, god I want it" answered Felicia and Codex at the same time.

"Beg me for it, you ugly bitch"

"Please fuck me, Master," came the double answer from them both. "I submit to the power of the Axis of Anarchy" they said breathlessly.

Fawkes managed a smirk of satisfaction as he picked up his warahher and brought it down on Codex hard, knocking her up against the wall as the last of her hit points drained out of her. Codex was dead.

"OHhh, Yesss," screamed Felicia as she rubbed herself to an orgasm at the sight of Fawkes finishing off her character, killing her forever. 

The Axis of Anarchy had one, defeating Codex in the most humiliating way possible – and every player on the game server has seen it happen.



**Epilogue

A few hours later, Felicia drove to Will's apartment wearing a hot little blue sundress.

When he opened the door, she immediately sank to her knees.

"I'll do anything for you, Master" she said, looking p at him with her blue eyes.

He just laughed. 

With Codex gone, she no longer had any ability to resist Will's will.



Codex



"Give them back!" I half-shouted. Those were mine! They weren't the best or the prettiest but they were mine damn it! I've had them since I was a kid! I grew them myself!

The instant she heard my voice her tone shifted from pleased to apologetic.

"Hey! It's okay! Everything's cool! Look, just turn it around and press it again. It's fine. Everything's fine."

She seemed to really mean it. I fumbled around with the stick for a few seconds before I got it turned around, then hastily jammed my finger into the "two" button again. This time was different. Rather than a very present emptiness like the first time, I felt the warm sensation of being filled. My lips parted and let out a soft breath as my chest swelled outwards into the cups of my bra. The fabric slid against my skin as my boobs retook their rightful place. In an instant everything seemed to be back to normal, although my nipples felt a little harder than before. I grabbed at my breasts, hugging them gently, not really caring that there was someone standing right in front of me. These were mine and I had missed them.

Her boobs had also returned to their correct size, but it wasn't like those had been anything to be sad about in the first place.

"See? Totally fine. You're okay." The tone of her voice made me believe it. I looked down at the stick in my hand, then up to her face. Her eyes were full of concern. I took a deep breath.

"Yeah... I'm okay. I'm okay." I let out a little half-scared, half-relieved laugh, "That was..." I looked back down at the object. The magic object. There weren't any tricks here. There was no doubt after what just happened. I looked meaningfully into her eyes. She was waiting, watching my face carefully for the thoughts that were about to come, "It's real." I said, so softly I'm not even sure she heard it, "It's all real." She put a hand on my shoulder, a smile on her face that mirrored mine.

Without changing at all, the towering piles of junk around me transformed into a wonderland of possibility. It took a few minutes for me to take it all in, but she just stood there next to me, waiting patiently for me to come back to her.

"So... it steals boobs?" I asked, nonchalantly.

She let out a sigh, then a laugh, probably glad I hadn't had a mental breakdown, "Or gives them, if you're a nice person."

I look down at the magic boob-stick, "And the numbers are... Cup sizes?"

"Two for two."

I felt hot. My mind was quivering with the possibilities of just this little corner of this girl's magical world. A question came to mind, and suddenly my mouth felt very dry. My vision darted from her face to her chest and back, my eyes lingering just long enough to ask her my question without saying a word. I asked it anyway.

"... Are you a nice person?" My heart throbbed in my ears as I waited for her response.

She smiled, nodding her head minutely. She took a step back, bringing her arms above her head and arching her back, thrusting those beautiful breasts out towards me.

"Just be gentle with them~."

I re-focused the stick towards her, softly pressing my thumb into the circled marked "V". The feeling of being filled resurged, the heat and sensation of the growth ten times as intense as the first time. All at once my chest exploded outwards, challenging the material of my shirt and parting the halves of my jacket around the blooming flesh. If I gasped or moaned I don't remember it. My bra never stood a chance, and with a short stab of pain in my shoulders, snapped. The tender mounds heaved and wobbled as the instant of change subsided, leaving behind a pleasant tingling behind my nipples.

They were ridiculous, and they were heavy. Their size couldn't be hidden by any article of clothing, and my shirt was screaming out for mercy. Nipples much bigger than mine poked out through the stressed material with ease, insisting their presence be known. With one in each hand I hefted them, but it took quite a bit of effort. Did I mention they were heavy? My back wouldn't last a day with these monsters. Without really realizing what I was doing, I felt my hands sink into the soft flesh and went a little weak in the knees.

"Ahem."

The not-cough jolted me out of my little moment, and I let my... mostly her breasts, fall free beneath my shirt, "Right, er. Sorry. They're just-"

"It's fine." She said reassuringly, "How do you like 'em?"

That was when I looked up. Of course her boobs had swapped owners, but that didn't mean she was any less stunning. Her tube top had re-fit itself over her flat chest, pulling up a little to reveal a few inches of her toned belly. She didn't need tits. She was what made her sexy, not some fatty chest-bags.

Looking back from her chest to mine, and realizing I couldn't see any part of my body below these mountains, I felt rather silly, like a walking pile of boob. Suddenly remembering she'd asked me a question, I jumped a little, causing giant ripples to roll across the surface of my chest.

"Oh. Uh. They're a little..." I didn't know what to say. Stupid? Amazing? Every one of my rational thoughts screamed out how nonsensical they were, how pointless. But something in my lizard brain cried out even louder, cried out deeper. It wanted to be groped and squeezed and sucked on, and to grow even bigger. It wanted more.

Before I could finish my sentence, she took the stick from my hand and pressed one of the buttons. The shift happened again, and a moment later I was back to my boring old self, and she was just as hot as she had been. My hands absently drew up to my chest to feel the comfort of my familiar size.

"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of other chances." She placed the stick back on the shelf where she'd grabbed it, back before it had changed a girl's life. She turned away, walked a few steps, then turned back and waved me over, "Come on, we're not even half way through the tour!"

I quickly followed, not wanting this magical journey to end so soon, or at all. I reached up my shirt and pulled my ruined bra down through it, folding it up and stuffing it in the pocket of my hoodie, then zipping it up. It would have to try its best to hide how hard my nipples were all by itself.

Wait, what did she mean by "other chances"?

Emma

After a while making sure I would remember where I left it this time, I put the nipple-dial back on the shelf. If I really was right (and I am often right), and I had just found an actual magic sex-shop (and that seemed apparent at this point), then I'll be lucky if a little thing that makes your nipples hard is the strangest thing I see today.

After that I really started fiddling with everything that caught my eye. Nothing in here was what it appeared. The next thing I found was a pair of novelty X-ray glasses, like those cheap ones that you had to send in 40 cereal box tops or some shit to get. Except instead of seeing through clothes like I thought it was gonna, it showed this weird transparent view of my fun bits. Like, I clenched up, and then I could see myself clench up inside. Freaky. If I ever get a boyfriend I'm getting him these and making him wear them while we do it.

I kept looking around for something that might be really fun, like an actual genie or something, but every lamp I found just had different liquids in them that did some... Interesting things to skin. I dripped a little on the back of my hand to see what they did. One made me grow fur! It was super soft, I couldn't stop petting it. I was worried I'd have to shave it off when I got home but it un-grew in about 10 minutes. It was weird. This other one... Well I poured a few drops on the back of my hand... It was like everywhere it had soaked in was a new sex zone! Er, eroj, erogenous! Erogenous zone, that one. I couldn't stop petting that either... And it could reach my mouth! A sexy part I could reach with my mouth. I had to stop myself. That one... Still hasn't worn off. I'm just trying really hard to focus on finding more stuff.

Anyway, that made me set up the first of many rules that I created.

1. You can rub the lamps to check for genies, but DON'T open them.

2. If it's liquid, DON'T touch it. And for god's sake DON'T DRINK IT. No one wants to end up with an erotically sensitive stomach lining.

3. If it looks like a puzzle box, don't touch it. I've seen Hellraiser.

4. I haven't come up with rule four yet, but there's gotta be more stuff I haven't thought of. I'm just glad I caught the puzzle box thing early, honestly.

My eyes hovered over one strange object after another, while absently thinking about more rules to make. It isn't long before I find another thing that catches my attention.

By all accounts it probably shouldn't have. It was unassuming and normal looking, but I guess in a sea of super-special magic stuff it pays to be normal. It was a small metal disc, about the size of my palm, with no markings on it other than a button mechanism along a seam around the outside edge.

"So it's a compact." I state plainly, fumbling around with the open button, "Step right up ladies and gentlemen! Taking all bets! Hmm, maybe it does your makeup for you? Or it's like, a magic mirror? Going once for magic mirror! Going twice!" There's a small click, and the metal disc opens up like a clam. It takes a second before I can actually believe what I'm seeing, but I think a lot of that is going to start going around pretty soon.

The inside top half is flat and featureless, but the bottom was what threw me off. Puffing out a little from the rim of the circle was the unmistakable seam of a pretty little pink vagina.

"So I'm guessing that's a no-go on the magic mirror?" I said, leaning in closely to inspect the thing. For a vagina it looked pretty normal. I mean I guess it did. I've seen enough of other ones from the internet, and it looked pretty much like mine anyway. The only strange thing about it was where it was currently, trapped inside a little pop-open disc sitting in my hand.

"Aww, poor little thing. You just want to be set free, don't you?" I reach on finger up and run it gently over the soft skin next to the lips.

And feel something touch me between my legs.

"Whoa! Hold up! Suddenly alarmed." I stare at the thing for a few seconds, and it just sits there, being a vagina, "Alright." I said determinedly to no one, "For science!"

I softly blow on the pink lips, and feel the same cool breeze brush against mine. I shiver a little. This was different. I slowly put my finger against it, and feel the pressure of its presence between my legs.

"This shouldn't be so weird. I mean, I touch myself there all the time, right?" My fingers slide across its surface up and down, and in real time I feel the sensations, "Right..." I stand there for several moments, carefully inspecting "myself" before I decide that this was something best done in private.

I close the portable pussy portal with a click, turning it around in my hands, "I do believe you would wreak too much havoc if you fell into the wrong hands." I slid the disc back onto the shelf and continue my journey, still feeling a little warm. It wasn't too far down the next aisle before I spotted something else.

"Oh! Crystal ball! That's got to be a good one."

I leaned down to the bottom shelf where the perfectly round orb sat on top of an ornate metal setting. I went to pick it up, my fingers brushing against its glassy surface-

A crashing ocean of images began bombarding my mind, each scene swirling into my vision and swooping away before I can reorient myself. A few hesitate here and there for just an extra moment, enough to get an impression. They all flash by in rapid succession.

I'm walking through The Mall with Julie, we're laughing.

The cover of a strange book with a gem-like eye in the center that glows bright blue.

I'm alone on my bed, My hands working vigorously on an enormous cock jutting out from between my legs.

A boy... No, a girl, a boy! All I can tell is that he/she has red hair.

Julie and I are standing across from each other in the middle of The Mall. I can't see her face. A book is floating next to me and I'm crying.

The last image, so close up it didn't feel like I was looking at it, I felt like I was in it. Julie and I, kissing deeply.

The world rushes back to me and I barely manage to stay on my feet. I catch my breath and try to make sense of everything, or even remember it. It all seemed so slippery in my head, just barely there.

"What a fucking trip." I only barely manage to make that joke, and I'm still trying to catch my breath.

"Rule number four." I back away from the crystal ball and continue down the aisle, "Don't touch crystal balls."

Then, without realizing it, I'd reached the back edge of the store. It felt like it'd just walked a mile with shelves on either side of me, yet I turned around, and could see the front wall of the shop just a few seconds walk away, sun still shining in from the beads hanging in the entryway.

"Of course the magic shop is magic. Then it wouldn't be a magic shop."

My next thoughts jump back to the crystal ball's visions, which bounce again to thoughts of Julie.

"Wait a second, holy crap, where's Julie!?"

Julie

As the two of us walk down the rows and rows of shelves (and I try really hard not to stare at her ass), I'm slowly realizing that we've been walking for way longer than this shop could possibly be. I turn around to check if there was an endless hallway stretching out behind us, but see the front of the shop just a few feet away. I turn back to ask.

"How did we-"

She had seen my glance from over her shoulder and cut me off "Try not to think too much about where you are, just where you're going. The shop tries to lead you towards what you want, but the halls can get a bit funky if you focus on the physics of it too much."

Her answer only threw more things onto my quickly growing pile of questions.

"So everything in here is really magic? Like, really?"

She stopped her leisurely stroll, turned around and raised her eyebrow at me. That shut me up pretty fast, "You're asking the wrong questions."

"Right. Okay... Where are we going?" I felt so small next to her, in more ways than one.

"Warmer." She looked around whimsically and plucked something from the shelf to her left. She held a bright red button on a little stand out to me on her palm, "Press it. You could use it."

At this the common sense lobe in my brain flared out brightly. I'd been ignoring most of its pleas since I walked in here, but I figured it was about time I listened to it.

"I'm... gonna pass. At least until I know what it does."

She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Fine. Well if you're not gonna have one-" She pulled the button in close to her chest, eyeing it like a kid about to open a present. She jammed her thumb down on it, and right away her whole body curled and shifted. Her knees buckled, her thighs sliding against each other as her back arched. Her head rolled back a little, and with a look of bliss on her face her lips parted for a long, low moan.

"Uuuhhnn~ Ahh..." She didn't have to explain what the button did. She just came, right there on the spot. After a deep breath she exhaled and let out a little laugh, "Whew! Always good for a quick pick-me-up."

Now I consider myself straight. At least like, 90% if you can believe that after the way you've heard me think about her, but that display was... This girl could sell gloves to someone with no arms if you know what I mean. This wasn't normal sexy. This girl was supernatural sexy. I squeezed my legs together and coughed nervously.

"Uhh." I coughed again, laughing at the inescapable awkwardness. I couldn't acknowledge what just happened. Absolutely no way. I quickly turned over to a shelf, determined to find something distracting. I picked up a little tin full of something.

She tossed the red button back on the shelf and walked over to me, leaning over my shoulder, "You find something?"

It had a label across the top, some of it had been ripped off, but most of it had refused to leave.

I squinted to read the worn label, "Nanomek?"

Her face lit up with excitement, "Oh that! Well that one has kind of a long story. So there was-"

"JULES!? ARE YOU ALIVE!?"

Emma's scream sounded like it had echoed from across a canyon. Oh crap, Emma! What the hell kind of trouble did she get herself into? Knowing her and what little I do about this place, nothing good.

"Emma! Sorry, I gotta go find her. Uh, thanks for the tour!" I dropped the tin back on the shelf and turned to where I thought I heard the shout come from, "I'M COMIN'!" I took off in a half-run down one of the halls, but I stopped after passing just one aisle. I did a double take. Emma was standing in the aisle right behind us.

"Julie! You're not gonna believe-!"

"I know! It's amazing!"

"How does that even-?"

"I don't know! One sec, the girl from the shop was-"

Right as I turn to find her, she was standing right next to us.

"Oh. Hi."

She made a little joke wave, "Hi. If you've both ready, I can show you two to the register? We're closing soon."

"What?! It's like, 5 in the afternoon!" Emma whined, clearly very disappointed.

The shop girl just turned her head and gestured towards the entrance. The little sun that had been shining through the beads at the entryway had gone, and you could see a few stars flickering in a black sky in its place.

We just turned to each other, both of us very confused. Emma shrugged at me.

"Okay then. Lead the way!"

Julie

The three girls walked to the far reaches of the shop, ending up at a dark oak counter with a cash register plopped on top of it. On the counter next to the register sat an incredibly old-looking book, bound in thick leather. A blue gem in the shape of an eye was set into the cover and Emma couldn't shake the feeling that she'd seen it somewhere. Behind the register was a black curtain drawn over a doorframe with a sign on the wall next to it that read "employee only."

The shop-girl strode behind the counter, dropping her elbows onto it and putting her chin in her hands.

"Alright! So, what'll it be for the two lovely ladies?"

I answered before Emma had a chance, "I don't think we'll be getting anything today, thanks."

"But we're definitely coming back!" Emma added excitedly.

She smiled at us, "Glad to hear it."

Emma suddenly looked a little nervous, "Oh! Uh..." She leaned over the counter, pulling her hand up to her mouth and whispering into the shop-girl's ear. Julie couldn't hear anything but muffled whispers, but shop-girl's face lit up and she let out a chuckle.

"Oh, that'll wear off in a few days. Don't worry about it."

"AHNnn!~"

Shop girl had grabbed Emma's wrist tightly, rubbing her thumb against the back of her hand. Emma's face crinkled up, her eyes closing and her brows pulling together. Julie watched the strange interaction as the shop girl whispered loudly to her friend.

"Think of it as a free sample." Emma was finally able to pull her hand away, blushing deeply and holding it tenderly with her other hand.

"Alright... I guess you two are all set then! One more thing though. Before you guys leave, you gotta touch the book." She tapped the old leather thing with her finger, "Standard procedure. Something like a tradition. Think of it as good luck."

Julie and Emma looked at each other a shrugged. Julie reached her hand out and tapped the cover. The leather was unnaturally smooth for something that looked so old. Emma went out to touch it next.

"Ow!" Emma let out a yelp as a bright blue bolt of static jumped out and zapped her finger. A light flashed behind the crystalline eye set in the center of the cover, and a shocked look overtook the shop-girl's face. It was the first time Julie had seen her do anything but smile.




Codex



"Uhh." She shook her head, then spoke very quickly, "Okay, uhh. You two. Stay here for a minute. I'll be right back. Don't move." She walked back towards the black curtain, pulling it open and slipping through. She poked her head out from behind it, "Seriously. Stay. One minute." then plunged back into the darkness behind the curtain.

Shop girl

The black curtain whipped shut behind me as I tore down the back hallway of the shop.

"Damn it, damn it." This wasn't supposed to happen! Well, it had to happen sometime. But I didn't think this soon! Not for a long time! At least not until after I was dead.

My shoes clicked against the hard marble floors, echoing through the nearly endless arrangements of shelves in the restricted section. Everything in here was too dangerous to be kept where people could mess around with it, and it was all safely locked away behind shielding charms and anti-theft hexes. Everything but that damned book.

As I approached the very back edge of the shop, I found him in his usual posture, hunched over at his desk with his nose right up against some book. Occasionally he'd look up, think for a moment, write something down in his notebook with his angry scribble handwriting, then continue reading.

"Master, there are two girls here, in the shop. They-"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" He marked his page and closed the book, turning his chair around to face me. His tone shifted to one of sincerity "You don't have to call me that, Anna." His blue eyes sparkled in the little light there was flickering from the candle on the table. I keep telling him he should just use a lamp or something, but he's kind of old fashioned that way. He smiled at me, deepening the wrinkles on his face. It seems like every time I look at him he's gotten a new one.

"Right. Sorry. Obeus, the girls-"

"That's better." He said, relaxing a bit. He leaned back in his chair, brushing some of the long grey hair out of his face, "Now, tell me, what was it?" His usual relaxed demeanor made him a very difficult person to get angry with, but I guess I was just trying really hard today.

"One of the girls. The book... It responded."

He said nothing, though his brow furrowed. He turned back to his desk and reopened his book, continuing to peruse its pages.

"Mas- Obeus? What should I do?"

With his nose still in the book he responded, "You already know what to do." He picked his face up and gave me the same smile as the day I met him, "Give them the book."

"But... They're just girls!" My voice was beginning to rise "They have no idea what-"

His face got very still for a moment, "Anna, we have been waiting for this for a very long time now, and I don't think I have to remind you why we don't keep it locked up with the others. If the book has found its owner then we have one job." He stood up, approaching me and putting his hand on my face, running his thumb against my cheek. He smiled that damn un-hateable smile of his, "Give them the book."

Julie

Shop-girl had taken off through the curtain, leaving Emma and I to stand there and wait for her to come back. I was getting kind of worried.

"Ooh! Ominous." Emma said, zooming her attention in on the book that elicited such a strange reaction from shop-girl, "What do you think it does? I'm betting on spellbook."

"Would it kill you to be serious for five seconds?" I said, examining the book along with her. The eye-shaped gem in the center had picked up a slowly pulsing glow from behind it, changing its color to bright teal as the light shined through.

"Excuse you? We are in an actually magical magic shop. Yes it would kill me."

"You just got zapped by the spooky, important-looking magic book on the counter! Don't you think-"

"Ooh! Hello handsome!" Emma had caught sight of something over my shoulder and started walking up to it.

"Emma! Come back, the girl said don't move!" She was walking up to a huge full-length mirror that had been propped up against the shelf, too big to be fit onto it.

"Relax Jules! It's like five feet. Come check this out!" I followed her over to the giant mirror where she was making poses at herself. Except... It wasn't her. The reflection in the mirror was a guy, about her height, with the same color hair, except it was much shorter. In fact, the only big difference between them was his guy-ness. Over her shoulder I could see another guy in the mirror, kind of tall, cut jaw, mid-length wavy-brown hair, green eyes. I tilted my head a bit to try to get a better view, and he followed my movements.

"Woah..." I let out, carefully stepping closer to the mirror. His eyes were staring deeply into mine, "They look just like us..."

"Except they're dudes!" Emma lifted her shirt to show off her belly, her male counterpart mimicking her actions, "Check it! Dude-me has abs!" She ran her fingers over her stomach, watching with relish as the boy in the mirror did the same, "Turn around a sec! I gotta see if guy-me is packin'!"

She let her shirt fall, bringing her hands to the button of her shorts. Thankfully before she could do any more we heard the sound of cloth whipping around behind us. Shop girl had returned, looking a little bit calmer than she had when she left. She looked around, concerned for a moment before her eyes fell on us.

"Oh, you found the Mirror of Pawsredneg." She walked over to us, though remaining behind the counter, "It shows you what you would really look like if you'd been born a guy. Or a girl, depending."

I took another glance at guy-me. I didn't feel like I was staring at another person. It was still me, just wearing a different body.

"Anyway," She said, trying to get our attention "if you guys would come back over here, I have a few things I have to ask you."

I tugged Emma away from the mirror by her shoulder where she had still been trying to see if she could see her mirror self's nipples without revealing her own and lead her back to the front of the counter.

"So, what's up with the book?" I ask, genuinely curious. She cringed a little as I mentioned it.

"I'll explain in a second. First." She turned to Emma, holding up a finger "Where do you live? I mean, do you live with your parents? Family?"

Emma and I respond at the same time, our voices overlapping, "We're roommates."

Shop-girl gives a little sigh of relief, "Oh good. Okay, that makes things easier." With a little bit of hesitation, she picks up the book off the counter, holding it out to Emma, "This is yours now. There are no real rules, but you should probably wait until you get home before you open it." Emma takes it with both hands, holding it close to her chest like a child would a new puppy. Shop girl turned to me next, "I know you're her friend, so I'm asking you to look out for her." She addressed us both "Look out for each other. And you especially," She said, pointing a finger in Emma's face "try to be nice."

"Aren't I always?" She asked the room, to be greeted with silence, "Soooo..." She said, her voice trailing off "Free book?"

Shop-girl smiled, for some reason it looked like sympathy, "Free book."

"Woo! Free book!" Emma shouted, holding it above her head and heading for the exit with a spring in her step.

Before turning to follow her, I face the girl behind the counter, "Thank you." I smiled meaningfully at her. She just waves me goodbye.

I do a little half-run to catch up with Emma by the front of the shop, and before too long we're stepping through the arch of beads again, walking back to my car to head home.

Shop Girl

I step out from behind the counter to watch the two girls leave. They manage to make it back to the entrance without getting distracted or lost, which is more than I can say for most customers. I glance over at the mirror, grimacing at my reflection. The thing had a nasty habit of stripping away my illusion charms.

The figure in the mirror was male, and couldn't possibly be mistaken as anything but. He stood completely naked, 6' tall with muscles rippling out from everywhere. His deep red skin was shiny and smooth, and a pair of horns curled out from the top of his forehead like a ram's. The only thing more inhuman about him than the hooves that held up this giant mass of man was the mammoth cock that hung between his legs almost to his knees.

I hated being reminded what I was. I sigh and glance away, back to the entryway where the two girls had since departed.

"So, Emma and Julie..." I chuckle to myself, "You two have no idea what you're in for."

Chapter 2

Julie

The entire drive home Emma just sat next to me in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, the book in her lap, her eyes fixed on the gem set into the cover while shitty pop music buzzed quietly through the radio. It was clear that Emma had jumped into the whole magic thing with a great deal more ease than I, as I was still getting some spooky hoodoo bad juju vibes from the whole situation. Whoever ran the undercover magical society did not go around giving out seemingly cursed magical tomes to teenage girls.

When we parked at the house Emma leaned over to me with her hands making grabbing motions, "Keyskeyskeys. Gimme." I dropped the keys into her hands and she took off to the front door with them and her new treasure. She disappeared inside before I even got out of the car.

Okay, so a quick rundown of The House. It was big. Like, massive mansion huge. It's got every kind of room that you'd expect some fancy pants mansion to have, a parlor, a library, an indoor pool, a personal theatre, and a fuckton more other rooms than we know what to do with. Emma and I live here, alone, just the two of us, no mortgage, no jobs, no school or college classes. This slice of heaven was brought to us in full by Emma's awesome uncle. He was a super-rich eccentric, and he pretty much raised Emma single handedly until he died. Very sad. Dark times. But he left her everything. How I came to live here is a different story that I might tell later.

By the time I'd gotten inside she was sitting in the middle of the living room floor with the still-closed book in front of her, staring at it. Without looking up she addressed me as I walked in.

"Should I open it?"

"You should most definitely not open it." The question of what kind of magical wonder could exist inside that book tickled the back of my mind, but my cautious side was getting the better of me. Or something else was.

"I'm gonna open it."

Even after saying it, she didn't move, her gaze focused on the eye in the cover. I crossed her and threw myself onto the couch, trying to seem disinterested. Why should I care? It's not like I got given a magic book.

It continued on like that for almost a minute, me watching her, she watching the book, not much movement other than the occasional sniffle. After a few minutes of "opening the book", she fell backwards onto the carpet and groaned.

"UUUGHH! This shouldn't be this hard!" She threw herself forward, her hands flying to the book, then hesitating again, "I'm just gonna open it!" Her hands didn't move.

"You should make a series on how to open books. You'd make millions."

"Shut up." She said, her hands still frozen on the cover. After a few more seconds she turned to me, "You should open it."

"And take whatever voodoo curse that thing is loaded with? No thank you. It's your magic book, anyway."

"Aw, don't be like that." She stood up, leaving the book on the floor and tossing herself onto the couch next to me, causing the whole thing to jerk, "This is our magic book. It just kinda... zapped me. We don't live in a universe where static electricity declares ownership of objects. If we did everyone would have carpets and the price of wool socks would go way up." That got me to smile. She punched me lightly on the shoulder, "Now get down here and help me open the stupid voodoo book."

"Fine. But if your letter from Hogwarts comes in the mail tomorrow and mine isn't right next to it we're not friends anymore."

She laughed, "Get over here you muggle." We both moved ourselves down to the floor, sitting side by side, cross legged in front of the book like a campfire. We just stared at it for a few more seconds.

I put my hand on the cover, and she puts hers next to mine, "On three?"

"On three."

"One..."

"two..."

"THREE!" At the same time we threw the cover of the book open. I don't know what either of us were expecting but any of our possible imagined usherings into the world of magic were let down. Inside of the book was *Gasp!* paper. With squiggles on it. The entire first page was covered from top to bottom in these weird swirly lines that I guess were supposed to be some kind of letters, except they didn't really form words, more like Chinese characters, like each little segment was separated from the others.

I shrugged "Well that was anti-climactic. Emma?" When I looked over at her she was staring wide eyed at the page, "Emma? You okay?" I knew it! Voodoo hex.

"No way... This is crazy..." She just stared open-mouthed at the page.

"What's crazy? The squiggles are crazy?"

"What? Wait, you can't see them?"

"I see squiggles. Are we looking at the same squiggles?"

"No, like, the feeling! Look" She grabbed my shoulder, pointing at one of the collection of swirly lines that to me kind of looked like a snowflake, "Right there, you don't see that?"

I squinted hard at the paper. Just a bunch of ink on a page, "I see the snowflake squiggle."

"No, not the squiggles! The- Damn it this is weird. It's like I can feel them. What they're supposed to mean. There aren't any words or pictures just..." She stared at the page for a few seconds, her gaze completely captivated by something I couldn't see, "It's like they're shooting what they mean into my brain!"

Emma was right. I'm a muggle, "Well what does it say? Translate."

She crunched up her face in a focusing gesture, bringing her face closer to the page, "Each one of them, they all do a thing. Like... Oh. Heh. But this one... Oh that one too..." She looked up from the page, her face contorted in a mischievous smile.

"What?"

"Okay so they're all like, spells, right? Except they all do some kinda' sexy thing."

I squinted again at the page, trying to derive the meaning of the lines now that I had some context, "What kind of sexy things?"

She jammed her finger into the first squiggle "So this one, spell one on page one. It makes you horny. This one," She slid her finger across the page to something near the middle "makes all your clothes disappear, or invisible, or something. And this one, right next to it! It changes your clothes to whatever you're thinking of!"

"That last one doesn't sound sexy."

"You just don't have the right mind for it to be sexy." She turned back to the book, flipping the page and thrusting her attention into it, "Ooh this one looks- Hah! That's- Oh... Oh wow..." Her eyes were darting up and down the pages, her brain going a mile a minute trying to soak up all the information. Excitedly she looks up at me, "Who wants to be the guinea pig?"

I throw my hands up "Whoa! Not it!"

"Aww come on! I'll do something vanilla! I wanna see how it works!" She gave me her best puppy-dog face "Pleeeeease?"

Damn that face, "Fine." I say, scooching around the rug, adjusting my position to sit across from her "But I keep my clothes on, understood?"

"Woo! Magic time!" She plants her face back into the book, looking for something that (I hope) would be mild enough, "Maybe this... Nah. Hmm... Ooh, definitely saving that one for later... Oh! I guess that'll work..." She brings her hands up above the book in a wizardly gesture, "This one's perfect. Ready Jules?"

"No." I say, wincing at whatever kinky fate Emma had imagined for me, "Go whenever."

"Alright... Here we GO!" She throws her hands out at me, and out of reflex I clench up.

Nothing happens. Emma looks back down at the book, confused, "Aww, what gives?"

I chuckle, "Maybe that spell is too high for your level. Or you don't have enough mana. Does it have any magic words?"

"Shuuush. Maybe I have to be touching it?" She puts one hand down on the page, the other pointed out at me.

A sudden arc of white/blue light jolts from her fingertips, crashing directly into my chest. A cry of bewilderment bursts from me as I tense up, my arms pulling up to my chest out of pure reflex. After the initial shock, I open my eyes to see Emma staring down at her hand, little tendrils of light still twisting off the tips of her fingers and disappearing into the air.

"Woah" She said to herself, flicking her hand like she was putting out a match and watching the vapor trails dissipate. She looks back up at me "You okay?"

I had no idea. I look down, taking careful inventory of myself. Arms, check. Legs, check. My mind darts down the list and everything seems to be in working order. I was a little surprised that I didn't have like, a second head, or a third boob. I looked up at Emma to see her excited face staring at my chest, making me re-evaluate my last guess.

Looking back down I saw what she'd been staring at. Two little bumps were popping out from the front of my hoodie. I unzipped it enough to see two incredibly bright high-beams screaming out to the world for attention through my shirt. My ruined bra was still stuffed into one of my hoodie's pockets, but I don't think even the combined might of all three of those layers of fabric would have been able to conceal such raging nipple hard-ons.

"Yeah! Take it off!" Emma said, letting out a wolf-whistle.

I zipped myself back up, feeling a little vulnerable, but the twin bumps were still blaringly obvious through the grey cloth, "Is that what you-?"

"Yep! I found this little gizmo at the shop that did pretty much the same thing. Pretty cool huh?"

"You..." I let my brain veer past the imagined images of Emma alone in a kinky magic shop before continuing, "It just makes nipples hard?"

Emma's face fell hard at my clearly unamused tone, "Well you can suck the fun out of anything if you say it like that. The point is it WORKS!"

I leaned back and braced myself against the rug with my arms, then returned to my original position, feeling a little over exposed with my brights on, "When does it, er, stop?" My eyes kept dropping back to glance at them, somehow surprised every time to see that they were as hard as the last time I looked.

"Uh," Emma said concerned, her face diving back down to the book and scanning over it for a few worrying seconds before coming back up, "An hour. See? Nothing to worry about! Just a little harmless kinky magic fun between friends."

My face dropped back down to stare at the nubs staring up at me. I guess an hour of hard nipples wasn't the worst fate to be shackled to. I looked back up, "Can it do anything a little more... useful? Like, I don't know. Clean the dishes? Or conjure food or something?"

Emma was apparently eager to prove her new toy's worth, because as soon as I finished she jumped up.

"Right on it!" She picked up on the page she left off on, slowly finishing reading the spells on that page, turning it over, and starting to scan the next ones. She muttered under her breath "Show... Me... Food spells..."

Apparently the book had heard her, because as if a sudden gust of wind had blasted through the room, the pages began to turn at blazing speed, causing Emma's hands to jump away from it. The blur of paper looked as if it was flipping through thousands and thousands of pages, far more than the little book could possibly contain. A split second before it stopped, I noticed that more pages kept flooding out of the inside of the back cover and falling through the inside-front when they rustled past. After a few seconds it stopped, lying open in front of Emma's crossed legs as still as if she had simply opened it like that.




Codex



Emma looked down at what to me were still squiggles, each page indistinguishable from the next, then let out a "Hmmm".

"Well?" I said, more than a little frustrated. It was like I was a toddler again and I couldn't read the subtitles on the muted TV and I didn't know what the hell was going on.

"Well," She said, still scanning the page "If by "Conjure food" you mean "Whipped cream on your genitals", then yes, we can conjure food."

"Hooray. We've solved world hunger." I said flatly, "What kind of pervy wizard made this thing?!" I said, adjusting my hoodie, still feeling self-conscious with my nubs poking through my shirt. They were kind of hard to ignore.

Emma snickered, "At least we know it has a working search function."

An idea struck me, "Hey book, uh, sir. Do you have a spell that could let me read you?"

The book sat inert on the floor, further mocking me. Emma followed up after me, yelling at it "You heard the lady! Get my homie some wizard eyes!"

Still nothing.

I slumped, letting out a sigh, "Guess I'll just chill here while you do magic."

Emma wasn't having my sulky attitude for a second, "Hey, quit that. We can take turns. Just tell the book what spell you want and I'll do it, no questions asked. We can make a game out of it!"

A smile crept into the corner of my mouth "Yeah, like when normal girls have sleepovers, where they braid each other's hair, talk about boys, have their first lesbian experiences where they play spin the bottle and compare boob sizes." I laughed "Okay maybe not that last one."

Emma got a look on her face "I was gonna take it easy on you 'cause you're being all whiney, but just for that..." She turned to the book and whispered into it, covering her mouth with her hand. Her unintelligible whispers were replaced by the whirring of pages flying by. The look turned into a mischievous grin as she scanned the page.

I scooted backwards a little, my still-hard nipples dragging against the inside of my shirt as I tried to assuage Emma's coming wrath, "Woah woah! It was a joke! Emma..."

She looked up, apparently satisfied with what she'd read, then leveled her hand at me, "I guess I'll take my turn first, titty monster."

This time I hadn't had my eyes closed, and saw the full effect of the magic. Emma's irises glowed the same blue/white that burst from her fingertips as the magic surged up through the hand that was touching the page to the fingers pointed like a gun at my chest, right between my two bull's eyes. You could actually see the bluish glow through her skin, lighting up her veins like lightning. The brief beam of magic arced through the air between us in an instant.

This time I felt the spell as it hit me, and my mind jolted back to the magic shop as a familiar feeling electrified the flesh on my chest. The satisfying sensation of being filled pulsed through me, my nipples dragging past the fabric of my shirt as it was forced upwards. A moment later it was all over, and I sat there with my hands clutching my forcefully expanded assets, staring bullets at Emma.

"If you're gonna make jokes about having bigger tits than me all the time," She held her sizzling fingertips up to her mouth and blew them out like postols, "Then you should at least have some TITS!" The last word was exemplified by a gesture of holding her hands in front of her chest, cupping a pair of invisible breasts.

From what I could feel behind my fingers I had probably gained about two full sizes, enough to put me to at least a double d, and while they weren't even a fraction of the monsters I had briefly sported back at the shop, they still felt unfamiliar and huge in my hands.

"Fine" I said, smiling as I let my hands fall back to my sides, again revealing the effects of Emma's first spell "You want to play it like that? Gimme the book."

"There she is!" Emma said, sliding the book across the carpet on its back, still open, "Go on! Hit me!"

I turning the book around towards me and whispered into it, hoping that this time I would hear me. Nothing.

"It's still not doing anything."

"Alright," She said, leaning over and pulling it back towards her, "Just tell me what you would have hit me with, and I'll pretend you did a cool magic backflip or something to cast it at me."

"Alright then. Give yourself a pair of cat ears."

She let out a gasp as if I'd just commanded her to jump off a bridge, "You wouldn't dare make me..."

"I dare! I DOUBLE dare! Do it." Emma liked anime for the most part, but she absolutely hated cat girls. I never understood the oddly specific animosity, but I simply couldn't turn down the opportunity to push her buttons like this. She grimaced down at the book like it was colluding against her.

"You heard her. Cat ear spell." The pages flipped themselves for a few seconds before she laid her hand on the dreaded spell, "You're gonna pay for this." She said, holding her hand in front of her face. The blue glow of the magic swirled up her arm and out the other, engulfing her head in a short lived cloud of wispy blue smoke. When it cleared she reached her hands up to her scalp.

I couldn't hold in the laughter as Emma felt up the freshly grown cat ears poking through the hair on top of her head. I gasped between laughs, "Aww, Emma! You're so kawaii! C'mon, give us a "Nya"!"

Emma finished her inspection of the fuzzy ears and started staring daggers at me, "Of course you realize, this means war."

I stuck out my chest at her, causing quite a bit more jiggle than I'm used to, "Don't dish it out if you can't take it sister." She grabbed the book and started turning through the book, leafing through it with so much energy I was afraid she might tear the pages. I jeered at her, "What, out of ideas already?"

"I have a feeling" She said, still flipping through page after page, "that there's some stuff in here that neither of us couldn't come up with." After about a minute of frantic browsing she started laughing "Hah! This is perfect!" She held her hand out at me again, "If I'm a cat-girl, then you're a COW!" The last word marked the spell flying at me.

The feeling rushed into me again, but this time... Lower. The swelling sensation was building just under my breasts, and it felt way too good. I let out an honest-to-god moan as my hands slid over the coming flesh, newly sensitive nerves forming where there used to be normal skin. Two epicenters formed in the masses of pleasure, peaking in sensation as I squeezed them. It all must have lasted about 10 seconds, but it felt so much longer. When it was over I stayed hunched over, arms covering my chest, breathing heavily.

"Damn, I'll have what she's having. You okay Jules?" I sat up slowly, releasing the grip on my chest to reveal the full effects of the spell. Below my boobs that Emma had already made grow, was another set. They were identical to the first set in size, and I could feel them brushing against the bottom of my originals. It was hard not to let my hands start "inspecting" them, even with Emma sitting right there.

"What the fuck Emma."

She stared off in an explosion of laughter "No fuckin' way! Hahaa!"

Trying to ignore Emma's laughing fit, I carefully reached up through the bottom of my shirt, but my fingers running into the new curves much sooner than I expected. They felt... Pretty much exactly like my regular pair, just lower. Apparently that first spell had carried over, because now all four of my nipples were trying their damndest to tear through the front of my shirt.

"We should take some pictures, the internet would love you!"

I curled my jacket further over my chest and crossed my arms trying to cover them, but only succeeded in planting my arms firmly between the two sets, "This is getting a little weird for me."

"Ya think?" She said, her eyes jumping to different parts of my chest every few seconds, "We were given a working spell book, with like, real magic! I think we'll be looking at weird in the rearview mirror pretty soon."

"Yeah! But it only has pervy fetish magic!" I looked down at my chest again, frustrated at how much space they all seemed to take up. My ribcage was completely covered in boob, "Open the book and put these things back where you got 'em." Emma snatched it up, slamming it closed and holding it above her head in a game of keep-away.

"Ah ah ah! No! You're gonna suffer your punishment like a good girl for giving me these!" She pointed a firm finger up at her cat ears, her other hand sliding the book behind her back.

I quickly scooted across the carpet, crossing the distance between us. I ninja'd a hand up to her head, catching one fuzzy ear in between my fingers before she had time to wriggle away.

She froze, "Aww, you don't like them? I really thought you'd think they were cute..." As I teased her, I gently rubbed her feline feature between my fingers. Apparently the spell had given her more than just cat ears. It had given her a weak point. The look on her face said it all, but in case it hadn't, her squirming body, bright red cheeks, and the two nubs poking through her shirt made one thing very clear. Those ears were sensitive.

While I had her "by the balls" so to speak, I started talking to her with a calm smile, "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to let go of your ear, and you're going to open the book , and then you're going to let me take my turn.

I got the sense that she wanted to nod, but moving her head in any manner would only drag my fingers across her ear again. As soon as I let go she gave a long, controlled exhale, covering the cat ears with her hands.

"Never. Do that. Again."

"Well then don't hoard the magic."

"Fine." She said, bringing her hands down from her head and tugging at her shirt, "But no undoing the boobs!"

I sat thinking for a moment, before opening the book in front of my crossed legs. I called down to it determinedly, not bothering to whisper, "Alright then, if you don't want me to lose the boobs, one of us might as well enjoy them."

She squinted at me, "What are you saying."

"You're gonna give yourself one hell of a boob fetish." I said, smiling at her.

"Woah, hey! Julie come on, y-you know I'm straight!" Emma stuttered, looking a little worried.

"And you're gonna stay straight, you'll just like boobs a lot too."

"Look, isn't there any other-"

"You made your bed," I said, hefting my lower set, causing them to bump into the first, "get ready to sleep in it." I kicked one of my legs out from under me, pushing the book an inch towards her, egging her on, "Cmon."

She sat there with a grumpy face for a few seconds before calling down to the book, "You heard the lady. A spell to make me obsessed with boobs. Ugh, even saying that feels weird." The books pages started turning, and stopped much sooner than Emma would have liked.

She looked down at the page, putting her hand on it, then looked up at me pleadingly, "Do I really have to-"

"Yes. Go."

"Fine." She leveled her hand up to her face, "Don't let me do anything stupid."

"I've never been able to stop you before." A second later and after another familiar flash of blue light, the spell hit her in the face. She reeled back for a moment, both eyes shut tight, her fingers pressed against her temples massaging them.

"You okay? Emma?"

She responded, still rubbing the sides of her head, "Oh man that feels weird. It's like a reverse headache..." Her sentence trailed off as she opened her eyes, which fell immediately and directly to my chest. She completely froze, eyes feasting on the two sets of breasts in front of her.

I chuckled a little, "There. How's it feel to actually like tits as much as you joke about?" For shits and giggles, I unzipped my hoodie, grabbed my bottom pair and leaned forward, squeezing them and bringing them up with the first, pushing them up into a big squishy mass of cleavage, "Like what you see baby?"

"Uhhn~" The noise escaped her throat, accompanied by a series of whole-body twitches, then shivers, but her eyes never left their post, still trying to bore through my chest.

I watched her strange display, then my eyes widened in realization, "Oh my god did you just-"

Emma simply nodded, her mouth hanging open, eyes fixed.

I laughed, "Oh my. I wonder what would happen if I..." With a finger I pulled down the neck of my shirt, stretching it all the way past my first two, and pushing up my bottom pair with my other arm, giving her a small view of my four distinct lines of cleavage without ever revealing a nipple.

"HAUuhh~!" Emma's whole body began to quake, her abdomen twitching in bursts as her hands unconsciously brought themselves to her chest to grope and rub for something that wasn't there.

When she "finished" I zipped up my jacket and grabbed the book, holding up in front of her face, "Alright, you've seen enough of the goods. Change yourself back." She shook her head violently, then muttered something into the page. After it flipped a few times, she hit herself with another spell. After a few seconds she blinked, finally able to tear her eyes away from my boobs.

"Oh my god." She said, ripping her hands away from their fruitless search and looking up at me, "That was... Wow. It's like... I can still remember what it felt like. It's like they're the only thing that matters..." She looked down again and made a face, "Uh, I... I'm gonna go change..." She said, standing up and walking strangely. Before turning the corner she looked back, "You are so screwed when I get back by the way."

I laughed at her as she walked cat-eared and bow-legged out of the room. I looked down at my four boobs, "Good job team." I laughed at my own joke and looked down at the open book, pondering it.

"This is turning out to be a really interesting day." I mused idly to myself.

"Tell me about it."

That wasn't Emma.

Chapter 3

Emma

I sped down the hall towards my room as fast as I could without running, trying to be out of the game for as little time as possible. My room was aaaaall the way at the edge of the east wing of The House. At least it was right now. There're so many useless guest rooms in The House that I change my mind about what room I want every month or so, you know, keep it fresh.

What was happening right now, however, was decidedly unfresh. You could practically hear the squishing in my shorts as I swung open the door to my current room and made a b-line for a pile of clothes I had designated as "clean". I tried not to look at the damage as I carefully extracted myself from the ruined shorts and underwear, used them to clean up a bit (What? They were already dirty.) and stuffed them in a pile of slightly less unfresh clothes.

"She is so gonna get it." I said as I scavenged for a clean pair of panties. Just a second ago I had been ready to commit mass murder if it meant I got to stare at boobs for another five seconds, and now they were just back to being... whatever they were before. Now don't take me for a square, I probably like tits more than the average bear, but what that spell did was- The fur on my weird ears prickled up as a feint memory of what it had been like flashed through my mind.

"God damn." I said, shaking my head as I pulled on a new pair of panties, "If we keep finding spells like that I might actually have to do laundry this week.". I started looking around for a pair of pajama pants when Julie's scream echoed down the hall.

"EMMA!"

"ILEFTJULIEALONEWITHTHEBOOKSHITSHITSHIT" The curses kept coming in one big word as I sprinted back down the hallway in just a t-shirt and panties. I nearly broke my neck skidding to a stop back at the living room. Julie was backed up against the couch and turned to look at me once I turned the corner.

"WHAT?!" I shouted.

"It talked!" She said, swiveling her wide-eyed gaze from me to the book and back.

"What?"

"Yeah! It said words at me!"

I looked at the book laying open on the floor, appearing quite innocent. "Yo book. Say words."

"Uhh, words." Julie and I jumped a little. It was a man's voice, and it reverberated around the room like someone had twisted his voice up in a synthesizer, though still completely clear and understandable. All of the spells on the page glowed slightly in time with the utterance.

"Oh shit! Uh... Hi." I said, not having expected it to actually talk back.

The book shook slightly on the floor before every spell on the page it was opened to began to glow, soft wisps of light coming off the page in twisting patterns. The vapors seemed to organize themselves into semi-solid tendrils, which curled down around the book and pushed against the ground, lifting it off the floor.

As it turned, the crystal eye on the cover shone more strongly than ever, the teal iris was so bright it appeared white as it whipped around the room, inspecting its surroundings before falling on me, "So who are you?"

"Me?" I said, flabbergasted, "Who are you?"

"Don't piss it off!" Julie cried at me as she cowered against the couch.

The book swirled around in place, the tendrils of magic supporting it in mid-air about a foot off the ground. The monocular eye fell directly on Julie as the book's cover spun to face her. With the first word the voice nearly shook the room, "It? Rude. If you're trying not to piss "it" off then you're not doing a great job."

"Woah, easy! She didn't mean it!" I said, trying to quickly backpedal against the unknowable arcane being in our living room, "Bad start, bad start. I'm Emma. That's Julie. Now, who are you?"

It made a satisfied "Hmf" noise before it went on, "Better." The book's glowing tendrils had retreated back into its' pages, but it didn't seem to interfere with its hovering, "My name is Beranibus Arnelious Crabb, and you somehow got my book."

"Uhh" Julie was slowly standing up from her crouch on the couch "Okay Berin- Branib- Br-"

"Call me Bran."

"Right. Bran. You kind of are a book. You know that right?"

I shot her a "don't piss off the book again" glance before hearing his retort.

He made a sound like a sigh and the book fell several inches in the air, "Yeah, that was kind of the plan wasn't it."

I was getting more confused with everything he said. His book? The plan? What even? "Okay hold up a second," I said, waving my hands in front of me, "Start over. We get you from freaky magic shop. We take you home. We try out some spells. You are your own book. Stop me if I missed anything."

He ignored the last half of my sentence, his eyes darting first to my ears, then over to Julie with her still-changed chest, then scoffed, "Yeah, I can see you tried out some spells. Damn I do good work." Julie crossed her arms over herself, feeling very strange now that there was technically another person in the room. She quickly got an angry look on her face, "Wait, you were watching us the whole time?!"

"Yeah. I gotta say you two are a lot of fun to watch! Especially that last spell you made the blonde cast. And that thing you did with your tits at the end! Classic!"

"YO!" I shouted "Focus! Please tell us what is going on!"

"Fine fine. Here's the abridged version. A long time ago there was a wizard who painstakingly constructed the most intricately crafted magical tome yet in existence. The wizard had... strange tastes, which eventually got him into trouble with the townspeople. One angry mob later and the wizard is backed into a corner at the top of the town's clock tower with only one quick way down and people with pitchforks breaking down the door. So he hastily creates a spell to temporarily bind his soul to his life's work, sucking himself inside the book. His plan worked and the angry mob found an empty room, save for a book on the table. Blah blah blah, some other stuff happens, now we're here." He showed no intention that he was going to continue speaking.




Codex



I spoke up after a few seconds of silence, "Wait, so you made an entire spell book full of kinky shit, and you used it on the townspeople, so they chased you down and now you're stuck?"

"Succinctly, yes."

"Julie" I said, turning to her, "I like this guy."

"What?" Both Julie and the book spoke at the same time.

"You like my work?" He said, suddenly very excited.

"Hell yeah I like it! Did you see what it did to Julie's boobs!?"

This caused Julie to try and cover herself up again, only failing due to the sheer amount of things to cover, "Speaking of which" She piped up, a little quieter than she'd meant to, "Can we get rid of these? They're a little..."

"I can't cast it myself" He said as he started to float towards Emma, at the same time opening to present a page to her, "but I can open you to the counter spell" He noticed me flinch backwards as he started moving, "And relax, I'm pretty useless in here. I can't cast a thing except some general mana management. It's hard enough to move around, let alone hex you."

"Uhh" I said, looking over the page he'd presented to me. The swirling characters on the page forced meaning into my mind, showing me what they'd do if I chose to cast them. Each one of them flashed different strange situations past my eyes, a ridiculously stretchy vagina, a super long tongue, and there, in the middle of the page, one to remove a pair of breasts.

"Now wait a second," He said, "I'm going to show you why this isn't just some regular 12 cent spell book." The pages began to flip rapidly to the left, but some flipped in the opposite direction at the same time, the pages moving through each other. As the pieces of parchment ruffled passed each other, he explained "The Codex isn't just a collection of spells, it was a means of creating new ones without having to come up with every magical parameter beforehand, like a calculator. It thinks. It learns. It takes bits and pieces of other spells and combines them in nearly limitless iterations until it's molded the exact spell you want." The book opened to a blank page, and new swirling patterns began to arrange themselves into the center.

"And voila! A spell to remove a pair of breasts, and make the others smaller. GOD I'm a genius."

"Seems a little overly complicated." Julie said, crushing Bran's moment.

"Oh shut up. Do you know what kind of spell crafting it takes to make the kind of spell I just did in 10 seconds? Literal weeks of work. Do you want the counter spell or not?" He pushed himself and the freshly minted page closer to my face, "Emma, was it? I know she's your friend and all, but if you wanted to instead cast say... This spell..." The page turned a few times, and one of the patterns glowed softly.

A smile crept into my face before I quickly pushed it down. I lowered my head to the page so Julie couldn't see my mouth and whispered "Later" before I turned back to the newly created page, "One anti-boob spell coming right up!" I said, shooting the spell out from my arm as soon as I willed it. It quickly flew across the room and struck Julie's chest, where its effects quickly became apparent as her two extra breasts receded into her sweater, as well as deflating her original pair back to their normal size.

"Oh!" I said, "While we're at it, get rid of these monstrosities." I pointed up at the disgustingly cute cat ears on my head.

Bran chuckled "What? You don't want to try out the ear/tail combo before they go?"

"Get 'em gone." I stated flatly.

"Alright, fiiine." As he said it his pages flipped to another collection of spells, including one to turn a person's head back to its usual state.

"Ahah! Yes! DIE CAT EARS, DIE!" I shouted theatrically as I pointed my hand at myself and casted the spell. Another series of swirling blue lights later and my hair lay flat upon my head once more.

Bran started flipping through the pages again, opening up to another one as Julie walked around behind me, trying to inspect the mystic characters on the paper, "If you don't like cat ears so much, could I interest you in some dog? Perhaps another animal?"

I started flipping through the pages, absorbing the different spell's effects into my mind like a good book I didn't want to put down, "Woah! There's a whole section on horses! Why would someone just want horse ears? That's just... HAH! What? How would THAT thing even fit anywhere!? It's as big as my arm!"

Apparently Julie had been simmering in frustration behind me the whole time, because she suddenly shouted, "What the hell?! Why can't I see the spells?!"

"Oh, sorry" Bran answered, sounding genuinely sad "It's written in magiscript. It makes the whole spell-making system work the way it does, but it can only be read by those with magical blood. Apparently somewhere down the line someone in your friend's family banged a wizard. Go figure, that's just tough luck."

I cheered "Woo! Go wizard sex!"

Julie let out a drawn-out sigh, but I cut her off before she could begin her downward spiral. We've been friends for too long for me not to know when she's about to start one of her bad weeks, "Hey, it's fine! I'll just cast whatever it is you want whenever you want to, okay?" I crossed my finger over my heart "Scouts dishonor."

"Promise promise?"

I held out my pinky finger, "Promise promise."

That raised a smile out of her, and she clasped my pinky with hers, "So, what should we do? We have a magic book with a bunch of kinky magic in it."

Bran inputted boldly, "It seems like there's one logical step here. Cast kinky magic spells."

"You mean you just want us to use you? Steal your spells?"

"Honey, the great war isn't against evil. It's against boredom. I don't have an awful lot to do stuck in a book, and you two seem like a barrel of monkeys, "Steal" my spells as for however long you feel like as long as it keeps me entertained."

I laughed, "Here here! Emma is onboard with this plan! Julie? You with me?"

It looked like there was something she wanted to say, but she cheered along with me anyway, "Here here!

I took the edges of the book in my hand, not sure if Bran could actually feel anything from inside there, and lowered him onto the carpet. We sat with our legs crossed, Julie and I facing each other with the book between us.

Julie went ahead and asked the obvious question "What's first?"

"Well unless you want to grow a two foot horse dong," I started turning pages one after another, "not that page!" I shot her a funny face with wiggly eyebrows "But maybe later..." We both started laughing.

Bran interrupted, "If I may make a recommendation?" The pages starting flipping at a much faster rate than I could have myself, making me pull my hands away, "For beginners it's always good to start with some simple body modifications, though I know you two have already messed with some of those."

I read a few of the spells on the page and to me they all seemed pretty basic. This one changes your hair color, that one makes your skin darker, blah blah blah, "I thought you were a magic sex book! C'mon man, where's the beef? We can take it!"

"Well excuse me, I thought you'd want to start simple." He said, sounding a little offended.

"What? What do they do?" Julie said, confused.

"Oh, sorry. They're just a bunch of little changes like hair color."

"Ooh! Do that one! I want to see what I'd look like as a redhead!"

I mentally facepalmed. Julie would be the kind to get excited about little stuff like that when she has an entire universe of sexy hijinks in front of her.

"Okay fine, but I get to pick the next one!" I said, scanning the page for the spell that caused red hair, then placing a hand on it and shooting it out towards her.

The magic surged up one arm and out the other, hitting her square in the chest with a swarm of swirling blue light. The change happened rather fast, and her brown hair was quickly replaced as waves of color washed down her hair from the roots. In a matter of seconds her brown wavy hair was almost as bright red as Jessica Rabbit.

She held a bundle of locks up to her eyes to inspect it, "Wow! That's... really red!"

"You asked for red, I gave you red!" I suddenly got a thought, "Heh, hey Jules, are you red... everywhere?"

She seemed to get a little embarrassed before shifting around on the carpet to face away from me, pulling open her waistband just enough for her to see, then turning back around, "Uhh, yeah."

"Woo hoo! Firecrotch!" Bran yelled, which got me to break out laughing and Julie to get a little red on her face as well.

"I'm really starting to like you Bran. I think this is the beginning of a-"

"Don't ruin the moment." He said, cutting off my cliché, "Now pick a card, any card!"

"Hah, right." I said, starting to flip through the pages as fast as my brain could absorb what was on them. Got passed the hair stuff, some spells that changed lips and fingernails, a ridiculously long section on feet... And then I found something interesting, "Hey Julie, should I cast this one on you or me?"

"Uhh, what is it?"

"It'll definitely be more fun if you decide first."

I think I was starting to bring out her daredevil streak, because she said, "Fine, me I guess."

"So brave today! Alright, here we GO!" I held my hand out towards her on the last word, and my body carried the magical current straight from the book right through me and out at her. As the last vestiges of blue light faded I started to see the effects.

"What- Emma what did you do?!" On each side of her hoodie under her arms a bump was forming, pushing straight out from her torso.

"Oh nuthin'. You looked so good with four boobs I thought we should give four arms a shot!"

The only problem was that neither her shirt nor her hoodie were built with four sleeves, and the extra arms didn't have anywhere to go besides trying to push straight through the fabric.

"Ack! Help me get these off!" She had already started tugging at the hoodie, but the not yet formed arms were moving along with her normal pair, waving around and making the clothing terribly difficult to remove.

"On it!" I helped her peel off her jacket, and her shirt was practically torn right off with it, leaving Julie in just her pants, completely topless as her second set of arms finished forming.

"Woah, this is freaky." She was moving her new fingers around and looking at them with rapt attention, testing out the new muscles, "It's like I've always had them, it's so easy..."

Bran spoke up with a grin in his voice "Hey, say "I am Shiva, lord of darkness" for me. Just once."

"Oh shush it Bran. I say we get those other boobs back and see what she can really do with 'em!"

"M-maybe later." Her new arms copied her old ones perfectly, aiding in the job to cover her chest. "Hey, isn't it my turn to pick?"

"Fair is fair." Bran said, hovering off the floor about an inch and spinning around to face Julie, "What do you want to try first?"

"Hmm." She brought a hand to her chin, and accidentally brought a second hand to the first, "Agh! These things aren't very wieldy at first." She looked down at the page, then was immediately reminded that she can't read any of it. Bran cut her off before she could remind us.

"Just tell me what you want, I'll find the page and Emma will cast it."

"Uhh, I don't know!"

"Just pick anything." I say, trying to relax her, "It's all in good fun, anyway."

"Oh! Got it. Uh, one sec." With all four of her arms she picked up Bran, then spun herself around away from me. She leaned down and started whispering to him, and trying to lean over her shoulder only got me little snippets of information.

"But that won't-"

"I know! Just-"

"Okay!" She said suddenly, turning back around to face me. The way she shifted her body weight off her butt and onto her arms to turn herself reminded me of a spider, "You're gonna cast this one on you, but you're NOT gonna look at what it is, 'kay?

This did not bode well for me, "Uhh, sure. How do I-"

"Bran will direct you." She said quickly, turning Bran back around to face me.

I quickly tore my eyes from the page, knowing that if I looked for too long I'd spoil the surprise. I put my finger down on the page and Bran started guiding me. I kept my eyes on Julie the whole time, and she was having a wonderful time watching me struggle towards the right spell.

"A little higher. More to the left. Where do you live where that is left? Okay a little more up. Down! Stop! Perfect. Cast away."

I held my other hand to my chest and kind of willed the spell through me. It was a different kind of focus that I was used to, and it felt like it was getting easier. The blue sparks jumped from my fingers straight through my shirt, and Julie sat there with a big shit eating grin on her face.

After a brief look over of my normal parts, I turned back to her "Alright, you got me. What'd you cast?"

She wordlessly aligned her arms, all pointing to her abdomen.

Even more curious, I leaned over and pulled up my shirt to see what she'd done. And then suddenly, nipples. At the bottom of my abs, on either side of my belly button was a perfect pink nipple. Wait, there was another pair above those. And those. Not even bothering to turn away from Julie, I lifted my shirt completely up, revealing a total of eight nipples down the front of my chest. Each one had the tinest bump of flesh behind it, but not even enough to qualify as an A cup, "Heh, cool."

"Yeah! Take it off!" Bran shouted.

"Shut up." I said, letting my shirt fall back down "So what's with the nipple parade?"

"It was supposed to give you six more boobs, but it didn't have anything to copy."

Oh now I get it. It was another jab at my flatness. She's gonna pay for that one later, "Nice one. My turn again!"

"Actually, I know you're excited, but it's been a long day and I really need sleep. Think we can get rid of these arms and we can we pick this up tomorrow?

"Aww, you're going to bed already?!"

"I'm sleepy! Now, arms please?"

"Fine. Coward. Bran, can we get a counter spell for the baby who needs her nap?" Julie just rolled her eyes at me.

Without saying anything the pages swished past one another, landing open on another new page.

I cast the spell and we both watched as Julie return to her boring two-armed self.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow!" She yelled back as she took off down the hallway towards her room, "Uhh, you too Bran! Nice to meet you! You can sleep in whatever room you want I guess!"

"I guess it's just us then" Bran said "Want to see some of the stuff that I didn't want to freak your friend out with?"

"Would I?! But remind me, I want to show you something a little later."

A LITTLE LATER

"What kind of house is this?" Bran said as I lead him down one of the side passages in one of a long series of secret tunnels in and about the house. We pushed our way down corridor after corridor of stone block walls. It was nearly pitch black, save for the glow that bran's near flashlight-like eye provided.

"My Uncle was cool as shit, made all these secret passages. I showed Julie a few of them, but she doesn't know about this one."

I stopped as I reached our destination, a small metal plate against the stone wall that I slid to the side with a small scratching sound, revealing a small glass panel, maybe 6 inches wide, showing directly into Julie's room. Julie's form was a dark curve on the bed, and if one looked carefully enough, could see her rising and falling with slow sleeping breaths.

"A two-way mirror? I underestimated you, girl!"

"Damn straight. Now can we cast the spell from here?"

A few moments later, the blue light expelled from the mirror swam across the room and fell over Julie's sleeping form.

Chapter 4

Julie

I woke up slowly over several minutes, relishing the feeling of my warm blanket, nothing to do, and two heavier-than-normal pillows.

Ah well, have to get up eventually. I rolled onto my side to start getting out of bed, but something that was not pillows rolled with me. My eyes shot open. I had definitely felt that.

"What-" I tried to sit up, but even that was difficult as the weight on my chest seemed unliftable. Finally propping myself up on my elbow and throwing my blanket off of me I saw...

"She is so dead." I said, staring down at the biggest pair of boobs I had ever seen, or even heard about, rolling lazily off of my ribs like great sleeping beasts under my stupidly stretched shirt. They were ridiculous! Each one was bigger than a beach ball, and I don't think that my back could support that kind of weight. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and it took quite a lot longer than usual for all of me to stop moving. They were unreal, moving completely unnaturally and jiggling way more than they should, as if trying to please some invisible audience.

I put a hand under each one and tried to lift, "Ho. Ly. Fuck." They were so soft. They were heavy, yeah, but natural boobs this size wouldn't look nearly this good. And they did look good. Like the boob gods themselves had chiseled them out of pure comfort and warmth... But I didn't want them on me! Angry! Hold on to angry!

I tried to get up, and after a few tries, managed to stand with the ridiculous breasts in both my arms, like carrying a ridiculously heavy beanbag chair. Changing into new clothes was a jiggly, wobbly ordeal, and I almost got distracted a few times once the shirt was off (God my nipples got that much bigger too!) and I'd given up completely on the idea of a bra. After it was finally over, I had to sit back down on the bed to breath.

After a minute I took a deep breath, "I solemnly swear vengeance upon Emma for this... Okay... One, two, HEAVE!" And with that I stood again, carrying myself out of my room and down the hall towards the kitchen, where I could hear food sizzling in a pan.

"EMMA!" I shouted, hopefully coming across as not even the least bit pleased.

At first all I heard was hushed giggles from her and Bran before she responded, trying and failing to act like she didn't know, "Yeah?"

I finally turned the corner to the kitchen, titanic boobs in my arms, and saw Emma sitting on the counter with her legs dangling off as Bran lay closed on the island, "PUT.THEM. BACK." I tried in my most serious voice.

This of course only caused them both to burst out into laughter and my face to turn red. I stood there trying to recover and reestablishing my hold on my chest to keep from falling over forwards, "Haha. Yes. Excellent joke. Now put them back! I can barely walk like this!"

Emma could only manage a few words out at a time between her continuous laughter "Holy shit! Holy shit! Hah! I had no idea they'd get so big! Oh wow! Should I get you a wheelbarrow?" She found this to be particularly funny, because she broke off into another reel of laughter.

Bran cut in, barely containing his laughter, "Of all the girls I've seen with a chest that size, you by far are the most composed." He said, almost managing to say it with a "straight face" so to speak, before joining Emma in laughter.

A few seconds of them both laughing was all I needed, "Fine. I'm going to go delete all your porn." I said as I started hobbling towards her room.

Her laughter stopped very fast, "Woah! Okay! Relax, come back!"

"Targeting a man's porn." Bran said, his voice mockingly grim, "That's low."

"Well next time we'll have YOU grow the prize winning pumpkins and see you wobble around! Now change them back."

"Fine fine. And I'm totally not a man, by the way Bran. Now counter spell, stat!"

"Yes ma'am!" He said, quickly flipping himself open.

Emma scrambled over to the page and found the right spell before putting her hand on it and pointing at me, shouting some Harry Potter-esque pseudo-latin, "Bustus Reductus! There, happy? We good?"