4 comments/ 63247 views/ 25 favorites Night Shifts Ch. 01 By: willcope The rays of the sun shone brightly through the window, across the floor, over the scattered T shirt and panties, up the bed and finally onto Charlotte's sleeping face. She stirred, stretched and exhaled loudly. She felt great! That just had to be the best night's sleep of her life. She felt rested, invigorated and bursting to get on with what was going to be a glorious day. In one fluid movement she flung back the bed clothes, swung her legs over the side and stopped, transfixed. It was not just the fact that she was naked (although she never usually slept so) that held her rigid, it was the sight of her equally naked pussy. Or rather her totally bald pussy. It was as smooth as that of a baby. More so, even, there was not a sign that there had ever been hair there. No fuzz, no stray hairs, no bumps or razor grazes. It was the most completely hairless cunt that she had ever seen, completely different from the neatly shaved bush that she had sported last night. Wondering, she made her way to the mirror and gasped again. The rest of her was just the same! Apart from her head and her eyebrows there was no sign that her body had ever in her life grown the smallest, the shortest hair. She turned back to the bed and threw off the sheets. There was no sign of any hair. Whatever had happened it did not seem to have happened there. She thought back. Nothing strange had occurred in the evening. She had gone to bed at round about her usual time and slept a deep, dreamless and most satisfying sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Had she been sleepwalking? Her door was locked, her razor and all her cosmetics were where they should be on the bathroom shelves, there was no sign anywhere in her room that the most extreme depilatory job had been performed. So what on earth had occurred...? Mystified, she made her way to the bathroom, ran the shower and stepped in. The hot water cascading off her defenceless, hairless body felt so invigorating, no, so sexy. Her nipples sprang to attention as she rubbed the soap over them, standing as firm and as hard as bullets but...ohh...so so sensitive. Almost without being aware, her hand slid down to her slit and she screamed in delight as her finger entered. The soap dropped. It was as though it was the first time. Her world was centred exclusively on her clit. She had absolutely no control as she as she furiously started frigging in complete and utter abandonment, building building until after only a few seconds she screamed at the top of her lungs and she came in as spasm of absolute and all encompassing joy. She lay shattered panting on the floor as the shower splashed all over her naked skin. Some time later, she staggered out and mindlessly towelled herself dry. So overwhelming had her orgasm been that she still was in a daze and it was as though she was on auto pilot. Ignoring her bra and panties, she gasped again in pleasure as her sweatshirt brushed her delicate nipples. They were still rock hard, it seemed that they were permanently so, But she hardly seemed aware of that as she pulled on a short skirt, picked up her bag and left her room. Her mind slowly returned as she made her way across the campus and with it, memory. That had to be the most intense experience of her life, her pussy tingled at the very thought of what had occurred, distracting her from trying to comprehend the changes to her body. She sat at her desk, oblivious to the lectures and all around her, playing and replaying the events of the morning and eventually found herself at lunchtime sitting in front of an untouched tray in the canteen. "My God, Charlie, you look ravishing. Who's the lucky boy? Can I meet him?" Her best friend had slid herself next to her and was about to attack the plate in front of her. "Just look at you, you're more suited for the disco than a philosophy lecture, although those tits look a bit risqué if you're going to be in front of Professor Dessad. Not to mention that skirt, or is it a belt? ...What's up Charlie, cat got your tongue?" Charlotte roused herself. "I don't know. Something's happened, something strange, something really strange... I've got no hair." Rosemary paused with a forkful of pasta halfway to her mouth. "What on earth are you talking about?" It took a while but somehow Charlotte managed to explain what she had found this morning, although she was too embarrassed to mention the events in the shower. Rosemary listened with a look both of doubt and of concern. "I can see you don't believe me. But its true, its all true. Feel this." Charlotte grabbed her friend's hand, thrust it up her skirt onto her bald pussy and then gasped loudly in arousal. Rosemary flushed and pulled back her hand. "Charlie, stop this, everyone's looking. Are you really trying to seduce me? You know I don't lean that way." She sprang up and ran out, holding her hand to her nose. Charlotte barely noticed. Her chair scraped back as she ran out to find the loo. She had to satisfy the lust that had flared up from the feel of Rosemary's hand on her hot pussy. Charlotte was reading philosophy and the afternoon class on eastern mysticism was her favourite despite the fact that it was run by Professor Dessad. He was regarded as a eccentric, dressing in a black frock coat with ruffled shirts with long lacy cuffs. He claimed to be a direct descendant of the Marquis de Sade, but if true his physical appearance belied that. He was well below average height, running to fat and with greasy receding hair and a thin reedy voice. His thick bottle glasses gave him a generally puzzled air. There was no denying that he thought of himself as a ladies' man, but his technique was spectacularly useless, consisting largely of leering unsuccessfully at the prettier students and at Charlotte in particular. Today the leers continued but thankfully he refrained from involving her in any of the discussions. Which was just as well as she was becoming increasingly distracted. She guessed that it was the absence of hair that seemed to be making her skin super sensitive, but whatever the reason she was finding the pressure of her clothes unbearable. At the end of the day she ran straight back to her room and with a sob of relief tore everything off and thrust her fingers deep into her twat. For the rest of the evening she alternated between satisfying her growing need for release and sessions on her computer. She was unable however to find anything at all that could begin to explain what might have happened to her and so, after a long session on her favourite new website she got ready for bed and fell asleep almost immediately. ++++++++++ Once more the sun woke Charlotte. Once more she had slept deeply and well and once more she felt terrific. Whatever had happened it had happened for the best. She looked fantastic and her orgasms were manic. What was there to worry about? She stumbled as she leapt out of bed. Her weight distribution was all wrong. She turned to the mirror and yesterday's consternation was as nothing compared to what she felt now. Charlotte was a brunette. She had always been a brunette with a full page bob framing her delicate face. But not any more. Charlotte stared stupefied at her reflection in the mirror. She had always kept in shape and her toned arms, legs and torso reflected that. A pair of sparkling blue eyes were set in a heart shaped face framed by a thick mane....of honey gold hair (???) that cascaded past her shoulders with tresses resting on her breasts. And what breasts! A huge pair of boobs rose and fell with her hyper ventilated breathing as only natural breasts can. They stood out taut and perky topped with dark nipples that had to be close to an inch long. Firm and hard as bullets they seemed to be straining to escape from the perfect circles of her aureole. They were breasts to die for. They demanded to be stroked, fondled, sucked, worshipped, and... They were at least twice the size they had been last night! Night Shifts Ch. 02 Charlotte just couldn't tear her eyes from the mirror as her breasts rose and fell. As the initial shock wore off she was beginning to appreciate their beauty. She had been complemented many times on her old pair but they were nowhere near as perfect in their firmness and symmetry and let's accept it, size, as those she now wore, whilst her nipples were just outclassed by the jutting monsters she saw in front of her. She had no idea of how these changes had happened and she had no idea of who could help her understand but she was beginning to admit to herself that they were not unwelcome. In the meantime she had lectures to attend. She picked up her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and stopped halfway. It was far too small. There was no way that she could stretch it over her boobs! In a panic she turned to her wardrobe. Nothing could now fit her! Her sweaters and T shirts got stuck halfway whilst there was no way that she could button up her shirts. She tried tying the ends of a shirt together together, but her boobs just popped out. The only thing that just about fit was her wrap round dressing gown but she could hardly go to college in that flimsy nylon robe. In desperation she picked up her phone. "Rosemary, you've got to help me, I've grown, I'm enormous. I haven't got a thing to wear. You've got to come round and help me. I can't get out of my room." "Not got a thing to wear? With your wardrobe? You could shop for England. What on earth are you talking about?" In the end though she recognised the hysteria in her friend's voice and agreed to come round. Her dorm was only a few minutes away so she shouldn't be long so Charlotte spent the time holding her boobs up to her reflection in the mirror trying and largely succeeding in coming to terms with her new assets. There was a knock on the door and she let her friend in. "My God, Charlie, what on earth have you done to yourself?" "That's the whole point, I've done nothing. I woke up this way. I've got blonde hair and huge tits. How could this have happened? These tits are real, there's no surgery scars, no silicone. They bounce! They're real! Feel them!" She caught her friend's hands and thrust them on her breasts. Rosemary started to take her hands away but then started to stroke them in amazement. "My God you're right, but that's impossible!" "Yeah, and so is a bald pussy and going blonde overnight. Look at me. It's happened, but what's happened? "We'll have to find someone to help. There must be an explanation." "But who would know, and who would believe me? You're my best friend but you didn't. Besides I can't even go outside at the moment." The thought of the stares that she would now get made Charlotte really scared, so in the end Rosemary agreed to go out and buy her something like a baggy sweatshirt that would help to hide her friends new size. Whilst she waited, Charlotte turned on her laptop to see if she could google an explanation. It wasn't much help. By the very nature of her problem she always ended at porn sites (typing in "Huge boobs" doesn't lead to much subject variety.) Frustrated, she turned to her favourite website, which is where Rosemary found her on her return. "Hey that's really cool. What is it?" "It's great isn't it? I was sent an email with this link. It's a private site and you have to register but they send you a free gift if you do. I got this, isn't it pretty?" On her left leg was an unusual slave anklet. Charlotte frowned. It looked different somehow from yesterday. About an inch wide, it it looked very old and seemed to made from some sort of base metal like iron but on the hidden inside a yellow glint appeared very much like gold. The outer was intricately carved with what appeared to be writing but it was in a script like nothing either girl had seen before. "Wow, that's really pretty!" "Yeah. If I sign you up they might send you one too." Charlotte typed in Rosemary's details and then turned to put on what her friend had brought. It was an ordinary baggy sweatshirt that was still a bit tight and its V neck only emphasised the cleavage of her new boobs but it was relatively conservative. However when Charlotte tried to pull on her skirt another problem emerged. Both girls had been so taken with the growth of her breasts that it had not been evident that her hips and her bum had also become that much larger. So large that she could not pull her skirt over them. "I'll just have to wear the shirt," said Charlotte doubtfully. The problem was that her enormous overhang meant that something that you would expect to end halfway down her thighs, now barely covered her crotch. She could just about pull on her knickers, but had to give up that idea before they cut her in half. She would have to go commando. "I'll just have to make sure I don't bend down," she said uncertainly as she gathered her books together. "Are you coming with me, Rosie?" "No, I need to get back to my room to get my gear. I'll see you in the canteen after classes." Charlotte's he first lecture though was well under way by the time she arrived, and the only free seat was right at the front. Professor Dessad stopped and waited with exaggerated patience as she walked with exaggerated care down the steps from the back, aware of every eye on the equally exaggerated bounce of her exaggerated new boobs. Professor Dessad leered at her tits. "Glad you can make it Miss Brown. I'm sure you want to keep abreast of the subject." A dutiful titter ran round the room as she took her place. Charlotte had been keen to get to her lectures today. They were discussing the Upanishads, which had long been one of her favourite philosophical texts, but now she just couldn't seem to get to grips with the arguments which were being made. Perhaps it was the stress of today's events, perhaps it was the fact that every male in the room seemed to be following the rise and fall of her boobs with a rapt attention far greater than that which they were paying to the professor's words, but concepts with which she was quite familiar were leaving her baffled today. She squirmed in her chair, frustrated, both at her dimness and by her increasing desire to satisfy the burning need she was feeling in her bare pussy. She was unaware that her fidgeting was making her shirt ride up, exposing herself more and more to the professor's lecherous eyes. It was relief when the day's classes ended and she made her way to the canteen. Rosemary was already there. Her face was flushed and her eyes glowed. She jumped up as soon as she saw Charlotte. "Look what was waiting for me when I got back!" "Wow, that was really fast. It must be a local site to have delivered it so quickly. It must be based at the university." "Yeah, its lovely. But its not as pretty as yours though." On Rosemary's left leg was a slave bangle. However, where Charlotte's was quite broad and thin, Rosemary's was thicker and wider. The outer looked more like tin, the inside more like brass. It looked as though it was a modern copy of her friend's antique. Charlotte felt uneasy. After all these strange changes she really didn't want to mention that it looked much like hers had at first. But that was impossible, she must be mistaken. Drawing a deep breath, she dismissed it from her mind. The two girls made their way back to Charlotte's room. The idea was to try to research what could have caused her amazing changes, but it was as futile as her attempts had been earlier. Finally they gave up and sat staring at their favourite website. "Goodness, is that the time? We must have spent hours, I must get back." Rosemary jumped up and kissed Charlotte on the cheek. "I'll come round tomorrow and we'll see if we can get anywhere with your problem." Charlotte stretched and yawned and made her way to her bed where she fell into a deep dreamless sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was woken by a furious banging on her door. Grumbling, she made her way and threw it open. Rosemary was standing outside. Her face was white with shock and her body was shaking. She was too overcome to speak, but she didn't need to. In silence she pulled up her thin singlet to reveal her totally bald pussy! Night Shifts Ch. 03 The tableau held for many seconds. The smaller girl stood motionless with her singlet raised high exposing her naked body gazing upwards with trembling lips at the nude with the huge tits who in turn was staring fixedly at her friend's hairless pussy. A voice called out, "For God's sake, you two. Do your courting inside." Rosemary looked up and blushed bright red. The corridor was full of girls leaving for their classes. She grabbed Charlotte's hand and dragged her back into her room. Charlotte roused herself. "Like wow, Rosie you look wonderful. You've got such a lovely cunt." Rosemary stared hard at her friend. "Yeah and lot balder than it was. Charlie, its got to be the bangle that's changing us. Its the only thing in common. We've got to take them off." "Oh but they're so cute." Perhaps but I don't like the changes. I like me! Look at yourself Charlie. You're turning into Barbie." Charlie examined herself in the mirror. Her hair was a thick and wavy mane, exploding in shining strands of spun gold. Her eyes were a bright ultramarine, framed by thick dark eyelashes giving her a permanently startled look. Her crimson lips were full and plump, her skin a rich honey colour, her buns full and firm and her labia firm and plump and just as pretty as Rosie's. But two things stood out on this magnificent body. Two massive firm and jutting boobs with dark red tits like the cherries on the largest cupcake in the world. Charlotte wrinkled her nose in puzzlement. Thinking seemed so much harder than before. Her head seemed full of warm froth. What was wrong with the way she looked? "Barbie's cute. I'm cute. That's just your flat chested jealousy talking." "That's as maybe, but I won't be flat chested much longer if you don't help me get this thing off. God knows where these changes will lead to. I think it might be making us dumber." Charlotte's brow crinkled in thought. She was a philosophy student here at Fuckinham University, she couldn't be stupid, could she? Not when she was so cute? But her friend was worried and so she should do what she said. After all wasn't that what friends were for? Rosemary's bangle had changed. I seemed to have flowed and grown richer. It was now just like Charlotte's, thinner and wider and much tighter on her ankle. No matter how hard they tried, however, neither girl could get their bangles over their foot. "We'll have to find a jewellers to see if they can cut it off." Rosemary moved towards the door, followed by Charlotte. "Oh for God's sake Charlie, pull yourself together, you can't go out like that. Put some clothes on!" Yesterday's baggy sweatshirt was now a very tight fit, accentuating her cleavage and her jutting tits. It stretched tight, too on her hips, tending to ride up as she walked, showing off the firm upward swell of her buns. Rosemary sighed and pulled it down as best she could, but her friend was fighting a losing battle. Not that she seemed worried, she thought bitterly. ++++++++++++++ Humphrey Dalton's neatly manicured hands smoothed back his hair and readied his professional smile as the doorbell jingled. He turned to face his customers, and frowned his disappointment as a couple of tarts in extremely revealing clothes entered. The smaller one explained that they needed some bangles cut off. His natural politeness took over. "Would you be so kind as to show me?" The larger girl thrust up her straightened leg onto the counter. A bangle circled the ankle of a long long leg which stretched ever upwards towards an exposed and completely hairless vagina. "Gracious me, that's absolutely exquisite! Barry come and see what I'm looking at." His partner emerged from the workshop. "Oh my, that's absolutely splendid!." He thrilled as both men drank in the sight in front of them. "It would be such a shame to cut into so beautiful a bangle." Nonetheless he brought out a delicate chain which he threaded through the bracelet and started carefully sawing, applying greater pressure as he proceeded. Suddenly he staggered backwards. He stared with surprise at the chain. "This shouldn't break, it's got diamond saw teeth." He was even more astonished when he looked at the anklet. There wasn't even the slightest scratch on what seemed to be soft gold. He returned with another saw but after several minutes with no more success he had to admit defeat. The anklet glinted with still no sign of harm at all. "What on earth can we do?" Asked Rosemary. "Well, there's a Wreckers Yard round the corner. I guess he might have something. Although just what I'm sure I wouldn't know. Other than that I guess you could try the Hospital. They might be able to manipulate the joint" Both men stared at the girls as they left. "What an absolutely splendid pair!" Said Barry. Humphrey looked at his partner in surprise. "Really? I thought they were a couple of slappers." "I wasn't talking about the girls." Said Barry archly as he went back to his workshop. ++++++++++ Gazza Thornton could hardly be more of a contrast to the two dapper jewellers. He stood in his yard in a greasy pair of overalls open to the waist, his eyes fixed firmly on Charlotte's straining breasts as Rosemary explained what they would like. They were fixed far lower once she raised her leg to show him the bracelet. After several minutes unnecessary examination which consisted mainly of stroking ever further up her leg he turned to his toolbox and took out a large bolt cutter which he managed to fix round the bangle. "Keep your eyes on the job please." Said Rosemary in exasperation. "Oh I am luv." He said licking his lips as he looked upwards. His eyes widened in surprise as he finally pressed down on the handles and found much firmer resistance than he had expected. His eyes bulged, his muscles strained and sweat stood out on his brow until suddenly the pressure went. Blowing hard, he turned to remove the broken bracelet and gasped. There it was on Charlotte's pretty ankle, whole and unmarked. He stared at the cutter in disbelief - its hinge had sheared right through! Charlotte thought he looked so sad that he needed cheering up. "Never mind Mr Thornton. You tried your best." She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek and ran her fingers through his chest hair down to the remaining buttons of his overalls which she undid one by one all the time staring deep into his startled eyes. Cupping his tight balls with one hand she kneeled, began licking his erect cock and then slowly, far too slowly, started to swallow it inch by inch until her lips brushed his bush. It was not in Gazza's nature to indulge in foreplay. He had been staring at that beautiful cunt and those massive tits for so long that he just could not control himself. Grabbing her golden hair with his greasy fingers, he pressed her hard to his groin and started a mad fucking of her throat with as little restraint as a teenager on his first time. With a bellow of lust he came hard whilst Charlotte started an equally frenzied swallowing of his sweet salty cum until finally the outpouring subsided. As Gazza bent down catching his breath she silently did up his buttons and then with a last smile, took Rosemary's hand and walked out to the street. The girls walked on in silence. Charlotte with flushed cheeks and a wide smile, Rosemary with pinched lips. Finally she couldn't stand it any longer. "I can't believe what you just did, Charlie. You behaved like a slut back there." Charlotte turned in surprise. "Oh that was just a kindness. The poor man's cock was straining so hard that I thought he'd have a stroke if I didn't help him out. Besides, you were enjoying it. I saw you fingering yourself all the while!" "Oh no I wasn't. That was a disgusting display." Charlotte snapped. She whirled round, pulled up Rosemary's T shirt and thrust her hand deep in her friend's pussy. "Don't give me that guff, you're soaking wet down there. You enjoyed every minute!" Rosemary started struggling. "Charlie, Charlie, stop for goodness sake. We're in the middle of the High Street!" "Yes, well just admit that it turned you on." "Yes, yes, and this is too. Please stop or I'll come right now!" Charlotte stared hard into her friend's eyes and then slowly lowered her vest and with both girls thinking deeply they made their way to the Campus Clinic. This was their last chance. Perhaps the staff there could manipulate their ankles and so remove the bracelets. But again their hopes were quashed. As the nurse on duty told them, the bangles were now so tight that the only way they could be removed would be to cut off the foot. The two girls wandered disconsolately out of the clinic. Rosemary was near panic. There seemed to be nothing they could now do to stop the changes to their bodies. She looked so tearful that Charlotte had to comfort her. "Don't worry, dear, we'll just have to sort this out ourselves. We'll go back to my place and google the bangles. We'll find and answer." She put her arms round her friend and kissed her lightly on the lips. Or rather meant to. She was stunned when Rosemary responded passionately . She clamped her mouth hard on Charlotte's and thrust her tongue almost as deep as had Gazza's cock, seeking reassurance in intimacy. After a moment's surprise Charlotte responded with the same intensity and the two were locked in a passionate embrace seeking comfort in each other. Rosemary gripped her friend hard, running her hands over her back and then down to her exposed buns which she fondled with the desperation borne of despair. "Not you two again! Have you no modesty?" It was the same girl from the morning. The two looked up, blushed to their roots and ran off hand in hand giggling. Gasping, they burst into the room, pulled off their singlets and then fell silent, staring deeply into their eyes. They had never been physically attracted to each other before. They both knew what they wanted but neither had the confidence to start. Rosemary reached out tentatively and touched Charlotte's left tit. It was like pushing the start button. They fell into each others arms and mashed their lips together, their tongues probing deeply into their mouths whilst their arms roamed over their backs, their buns, their boobs, their pussies, their clits, pushing their bodies hard together wanting to merge into one being. Pausing to gulp air they locked eyes again and then Rosemary sank to her knees and gently placed her mouth over her friend's pussy. Charlotte gasped as the tongue darted round her clit, in out, in out in a crescendo of lust. Then she fell to the floor, twisted round and dived between Rosemary's legs as her friend twisted round between hers. Once more there was a brief pause and then both hips started rotating as they began a frenzied licking, grinding fucking of each others sex. Both felt their orgasms approaching and then with screams of pleasure their hips bucked high as both came and then collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Their bodies might be changing, but there was certainly much pleasure to be found in those changes. Night Shifts Ch. 04 Rosemary lay on her back, one hand idly fingering her clit, her head cushioned by one of Charlotte's immense boobs. It felt so delightful, squishy and firm like a warm waterbed. She was beginning to admit that the changes which they were undergoing were not necessarily bad. Charlie as a human Barbie looked absolutely ravishing and the thought that she too might be becoming a living doll was making her feel so horny. No it was not so much the physical changes that worried her now as the thought that their personalities might also be affected. Rosemary had always been the more repressed of the two. They had always been close but there had never been any sexual attraction previously.. Had the bangles changed their inclinations or had they just served as a means of revealing desires they had been too uptight to admit before? After all, she hadn't turned into a lesbian had she? She didn't think she was that turned on by any of her other girlfriends, whilst memories of past boyfriends, and one in particular, could still make her wet. What was far more worrying was the fear that the anklets might be making them dumber. Charlotte had a razor sharp brain, but today she seemed so ditzy. Was it a permanent change or was it the stress of trying to understand what was happening to them? Charlotte's brow was furrowed and her pert little nose was screwed up in deep thought. "You know Rosie, we're not doing this right. We're not smart enough to work out these bangles. It could take forever to read these squiggles. We should ask Professor Dessad." "That lech?" Said Rosemary, her heart sinking, but then bursting with joy. There was a brain still inside her friend's beautiful head. The professor was a world famous authority on ancient eastern religions and could read Sanskrit and other associated languages. And he was right here on the Fuckinham University campus. She kissed Charlotte full and hard on her lips. "Oh Charlie, you're an absolute genius!" "Yeah, and cute too." Said Charlotte returning the kiss. Neither could help it. Time was of the essence if they were to stop the changes but their lust controlled all. Their tongues entwined, one hand fondled the other's breasts whilst the other massaged their clits into yet another intense orgasm. Once they had got their breath back they sheepishly got dressed and left the room hand in hand. The professor seemed to Rosemary to be somehow subtly different. Taller, broader, his hair thicker and less greasy, more... well more manly. What they had to say now seemed so ridiculous that it took some time to tell, but finally she managed to reveal all the events and her fears. "So you reckon theses bangles are capable of changing your bodies. This seems rather unlikely. Perhaps you should show me how you've changed." "No Charlie!" Rosemary put out a restraining hand as her friend stood up and was about to remove her singlet. She was furious. "Professor you've already seen quite enough to bear us out." He looked quite sheepish. "Well perhaps. Could you show me the bangle then?" Charlotte placed her leg on his desk, once again revealing far more than a bracelet. "Professor, do you know what this is for?" Rosemary cringed, waiting for the smartarse reply as the professor's gaze travelled up the straightened leg but manfully Dessad resisted the temptation. "Well one of them is a charm bracelet." Rosemary felt quite let down. So was this only a cheap trinket? "But is it possible for something like this to have these effects?" "Undoubtedly it once could. I have seen others like this although none so old. I think it is probably ancient Sumerian and you have to realise that in such a society magic was an essential part of their culture. The universal belief in the possibility of its effects could make those events a probability. Nowadays of course we are all too rational to admit that some things are unexplainable, but who knows what might happen in the presence of something such as this which has been so deeply infused in the old sorcery?" "But how does it work?" "Well, the bracelet is the manifestation of a wish or strong desire to change something or someone. Whoever wanted to control someone would wear a bracelet on their left wrist. The person being controlled would wear it on the left leg. Vestiges of these customs remain today. Charm bracelets are worn on the wrist, slave bangles on the ankle." The two girls looked nervously at each other and at their anklets. Slavery had an ominous ring. "So how can we remove them?" "You can't, unless of course you were to cut off your foot. But even that would only stop further changes. It would not reverse what has already happened. To do that you would have to reverse the spell." "?" "Yes. The bracelet is only the channel between the humans and whatever god is going to affect the changes. The spell is like a contract that lists the desires of the controller. It has to be read out in the presence of the controlled. Ideally the more times the better." Rosemary continued to look puzzled. "Professor, I think I would have noticed if some ancient Sumerian warlock kept on coming up to me in the street spouting mumbo jumbo." "Of course, but you have to remember that in those days face to face was the only option. Nowadays it would be possible for a spell to be transmitted remotely. On a DVD perhaps, or as a voicemail, or even online via email or a website. Most spells would contain a clause whereby the controlled would forget that they had heard it once it had been read." The girls gripped each other tightly in fear. They were close to tears. "So we have to find someone we are unaware of and get them to remove a spell of which we have no knowledge?" "Don't worry my dears. There is always a loophole. I guess the gods thought it unsporting if there wasn't a get out clause. If we can translate the wording on the bracelets then we will be a long way towards solving and perhaps negating the spell. It will not be easy though as our knowledge of this old a language is skimpy. Let me consult a few of my colleagues and then I can come back to you." Rosemary was still concerned. "We don't have much time left. We are changed whenever we fall asleep. Professor I'm really really worried. Can this spell affect our intelligence?" Dessad chuckled and lightly tweaked her left tit. "Oh I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about that. Why don't you two run off to your rooms and let us eggheads work it out for you?" Rosemary felt a flood of gratitude that the professor was prepared to help two bimbos like themselves. "Oh thank you so much sir." She stood and kissed him chastely on the cheek, quite unaware that she was also massaging his cock. The professor laughed and the girls squealed when he patted each glorious bum as they turned to leave. They left giggling, so relieved that at last they had someone to look after them. Both girls sighed their relief once they'd removed their clothes in Charlotte's room. It was so much nicer to be naked like they always were inside. Charlotte's laptop chimed. She clapped her hands together to see a notification from their favourite website and logged on. "Oh this site is so cool" sighed Charlotte. "Yeah, its so cool...and so pink." "Yeah its so pink...and so cool." They squeezed together on the one stool and stared open mouthed at the screen. It had been a long and stressful day however and they soon found their eyelids drooping. After a few minutes both were deeply asleep, their arms round each other and their heads resting together. Some hours later Rosie was wakened by the ringing of her phone. "Hi, its Professor Dessad. I'm sorry its so late but I've managed to get a group together and we've made some progress. Can you come round to meet us?" Rosie wasn't really paying attention. She was more interested in watching the rise and fall of her tits as she breathed. "Sure, prof, we'll be right round." She put down the phone and turned to her friend. "Charlie, we have to go... oh your boobs are really really lovely!" Her friend's transformations had continued during their sleep. Her hair was more golden, her lips (both head and cunt) plump and luscious, her bum asking to be fondled, but mainly it was her boobs which commanded attention. What had been melons were now beachballs, big, no BIG beachballs. Despite their impossible size, they stood out proud and firm, topped by those delicious tits that said fondle me, suck me, worship me! "I do don't I? But you look really really pretty too." Rosie looked in the mirror, squealed and clapped her hands in joy. Her body was changing in the same way as had Charlie's. She looked really really pretty! The girls pulled on their shirts, but had to stop half way. They stared at each other, puzzled. Neither one fitted. They were far too small. "This is weird, they fitted earlier." Charlie pulled hard at her vest and with a loud rip the seam gave way. She stared at her friend, tears brimming in her eyes. "What will we do Rosie. If we can't go out we'll starve to death." "I'll phone the professor. He'll know what to do." Rosie picked up her phone. "Prof, you'll have to come round here. We haven't got a thing to wear." His voice sounded cross. "Really Rosie. Now's not the time to worry about your wardrobe. Nobody will notice whatever it is you're wearing." She fought down her panic. She didn't want to make him cross. "No, no. Its just that our clothes don't fit. They must have shrunk. We're stuck here." "Oh, right. Its pretty late. I'll see what I can find to make you decent and I'll come round." Charlie had forgotten her panic and found a tape measure. They spent the next few minutes comparing the size of each other's boobs. It was really hard. The numbers were really big and they didn't have enough fingers to work out the difference. They were still trying to count up when there was a knock on the door and Professor Dessad walked in. His transformations too had continued. He stood tall and broad shouldered, his hair slightly too long and with dark shadow covering a firm jaw. His piercing blue eyes commanded attention and it showed that he was used to getting it. The girls jumped up unconcerned at their nakedness as he produced two identical dresses. They were bright pink. The backs plunged so low that they revealed a good inch of bum cleavage, the halter necks swept into a narrow material that just about covered their areolae and then continued down to a tight waistline which flared into a pleated skirt ending scarcely two inches below their pussies. They could hardly be less dressed if they were naked. The girls squealed their approval. Rosie felt so relieved. Surely this was proof that the professor would be able to help them. Finding such pretty dresses so fast when it was so late showed just how resourceful he was, especially when he brought out matching pink stilettos in exactly the right sizes. With the two girls taking either arm, they walked through campus to the far end of the town. "But this is a strip joint." said Rosie. "Yes I'm sorry my dears. There's a private room at the back. It was all I could find at such short notice once I'd assembled my colleagues." Rosie's doubts left as they walked in. Everyone seemed so pleased to see them, cheering and whistling. There was a quite prestigious crowd here. She could see the Dean and the Vice Chancellor and several Heads of Departments. It was so good of them all to come at such short notice. After spending some time silencing the noisy crowd Professor Dessad turned to them both. "Now my dears, perhaps you'd like to describe what has happened to you both" The girls turned to each other, unsure of how to begin. Perhaps it would be easier to show everyone. Charlie stepped out of her dress and began to speak. "Look at my boobs." She squeezed them together and held them in various positions as she walked round the room. "Its like... they're ginormous. They're really really ginormous, and they're getting ginormouser. I bet you've never seen anything so big in your life. And my tits. See what a pretty pink they are. And how long they are. And they're always so hard no matter how long I suck them for." She broke of for a long while as she licked and sucked them whist glancing up to make sure that she hadn't lost their attention. "And that's not all. My bum has got bigger. See. Its so big and round and firm and see the pretty dimple at the top of my crack. Isn't it cute? And I haven't got any hair... anywhere! Look at my cunt. Its as bald as... as bald as.... oh its as bald as anything. That's right give it a good feel. Have you ever felt anything so smooth in your life?" The Chair of Classical History was quite a shy man. He could only nod dumbly as he did as she said. Professor Dessad spoke up. "Thank you Charlie. That was a very good demonstration. Do you think your personalities might also have changed by any chance?" Once more the girls looked at each other, their brows lined in thought. Had they changed? Charlie wasn't so sure, but Rosie was definite. "Yes. I'm so horny. So horny all the time. All I can think of is cock. I look at all you helpful people and all I want to do is hold your cocks, All of them. I want to free them from your pants. I want to cup your balls and stroke your pricks gently, oh so gently, seeing them spring up and grow firmer, firmer, so hard, the veins growing and the helmet getting darker. I want to stroke them on my skin. One, two, lots of them. I want to feely them on my tits, between my boobs. Yes between my boobs. I want to be tittyfucked to distraction! "I want to feel your cocks in my mouth. Slowly entering as I lick their quivering length, my teeth gently nipping them. I want to feel my tongue round them as they hit my throat, to suck them hard. I want to feel them enter my cunt. Slowly, so slowly as they build up my anticipation. I want to feel the length of them gripped hard by my sugar walls. Every inch of them as your bush hits my bald pussy, as you begin to move faster and faster, slapping hard against me as I talk dirty. "I want to feel your cocks in my bum, pressing hard against my ring. Fighting the pain as I relax them in, feeling the throbbing build up. The urgency growing, growing until they explode in a warm flood. "I want to feel your hot cum in my bum, in my cunt, in my mouth. I want to feel the pulsing release. I want to feel it spraying into my eyes, over my tits, on every inch of my skin, and I want to rub in all over my body. Feeling its stickiness entering my pores, becoming part of me..." She tailed off, aware that the whole room had become silent, wrapt up in her passion, and then giggled in embarrassment at their attention. "Anyway, that's how I feel...and...I'm not sure I always felt that way." Professor Dessad took a deep breath. "Yes well perhaps you'd like to give a practical demonstration, my dear." "Why certainly, Professor. If you'd just like to remove your trousers...oh, you already have." The professor's dick had also developed. It was huge. Its length was matched by the width, and it stood proud and firm as Rosie stroked it gently. Spreading her legs wide, she bent from the waist letting her massive boobs swing as she delicately let the cock enter her mouth whist gripping his buns hard, all the time staring deep into his eyes. Slowly she swayed her body, forwards, backwards until she had swallowed the entire length. The rhythm increased and suddenly she gasped. Another cock was stroking her ring, probing, retreating and then advancing as she relaxed her muscles in a reflex which she had never had before but now controlled like an expert as it slid its length inside her bum. And then with another gasp she felt a tongue probing her cunt. Charlie was kneeling below her licking upwards darting deeper, ever deeper inside her moist warmth. Slowly the group's rhythms started matching, the professor thrusting, countering the stabs of the other cock, Rosie licking and swallowing, Charlie probing, building up and up until with a united scream of pleasure they all climaxed in a tangle of limbs, sweat and cum. After a while Dessad turned to the watching crowd. "Well gentlemen, I'm sure you all want to discover for yourselves the remarkable way in which these two young ladies have been transformed. Please feel free to do what you like with their bodies. I can assure you that they will be only too pleased to be used" ------------------- Some hours later a car pulled up outside the club and the two dazed and unresisting girls were ushered into the back. Their dresses had been loosely draped over them their bodies which were covered in sweat and assorted bodily fluids. They had spent the night enthusiastically showing as many as wanted how they had been transformed, several of them more than once, and Professor Dessad in particular many more times than once. "Thank God that our story is being taken seriously at last." Said Rosie. Charlie agreed. "Yes, thanks to the Prof." She smiled. "His cock must be the biggest in the world. Its as big as...as big as... as big as anything!" Both girls sat back, dreamily reliving the thrusts, the explosions of cum, the sucks and bites, the rippling muscles, the broad shoulders and the prof's muscled arms with that beautiful old bracelet on his left wrist...Both girls looked at each other. Were they missing something? Probably not, who cares? "We're so so lucky that we have him to help us." Said Charlie. But Rosie did not reply. She lay back fast asleep with her fingers buried deep in her cunt and a smile as big as that of the Cheshire Cat on her face.