Under Roberta
11. Acquisition
The girls sometimes found themselves cruising the lesbian bars looking for fun and new partners. They had their favorite hangouts, and the whole local lesbian community knew who they were. One night Roberta and Pinky had a quiet dinner out and went to one of those places. After hanging out at the bar for a bit, in walked one of the most beautiful women Roberta had ever seen. She and her hot oriental friend took a booth and ordered drinks. Roberta had to have her. Roberta walked over and sat down next to the stunning beauty without being invited. Pinky slipped in next to the oriental girl. Roberta introduced Pinky and herself, then he introduced Lia and himself. About half of Roberta’s mind did a jump start. She had not seen a man in this place ever. They were not invited. And only moments earlier she had seen two women at this booth. Some unexplainable discontinuity had happened, because there he was.
The other half of Roberta’s mind looked favorably at the man and woman in the booth. She realized how incredibly handsome he was. She felt the momentary doubt that had been in that other half of her mind wash away, never to return. She felt an idea form in her mind; no, no, not really an idea. It was more like knowledge, like a truth she had known all her life. She wanted this man and she hoped he wanted her. She would give him her possessions, her soul, and her entire body: every bone, every muscle, and every square inch of skin including her precious sexuality. She had never felt desire for a man before, but she knew she would fuck this one, if he would have her. They would fuck as often as he wanted. There would be no hesitation, no fear, and it would feel wonderful. The question was not when they might fuck, it was how soon.
Realizing there was no time like now, Roberta slipped to her knees and pulled his gorgeous erect cock out. She opened her mouth wide and slipped it in, her first ever blow job. Roberta reveled in the feeling of his hardness as it slid across her lips. Not only did it feel good, this was downright fun! She could do this a dozen times a day and never get bored. Her whole body expressed a shiver of delight. The only thing that could possibly make this better would be if he came in her mouth. She had used her hands on plenty of cocks. Wimpy compliant worms, they always came quickly. So she figured if she applied some good tongue to this man, he would come soon. But to her great delight, he didn’t. In fact she sensed him relax, sitting back and taking it easy. Yippee! His cock would stay hard. She would get to do this some more.
Roberta forgot where she was. She paid no mind to who might be watching. At one point he grabbed her long curly blond hair and pulled her mouth off his cock. She looked into his eyes. She felt her body change, and her attitude toward this man shift. Eric had made only small adjustments to her feelings about him. He also had caused her breasts to swell significantly and her hair to grow long and luxurious. That was all, at least for now. Eric decided to come on her face and let her wear it for a while. He called up an orgasm and deposited it across the bridge of her nose and her high delicate cheekbones. It dripped off her chin onto her tits.
Eric turned his attention to Elaine, getting their names, chatting with her about her relationship to Roberta. (He decided to call her Bobby.) When he learned of how Roberta had treated her over the years, he quickly changed that, making Roberta feel timid and fearful of her one-time conquest. He boosted Elaine’s self confidence between them, giving her the upper hand, but with no feelings of revenge. Then he used the power of his ring to remove Elaine’s breast implants, leaving them the same size, but now all natural flesh. He removed the cartilage transplants from her nipples so that they would return to a more normal size. Then he willed a similar effect into Bobby’s nipples, only making them as big as the end of his thumb, and permanently erect with cartilage of his own conjuring. He also made them so ultra-sensitive that she could be brought to orgasm simply by tweaking her giant nipples.
Two pretty regulars sitting at the bar watched the whole thing happen, as did others. Or they saw some version of it, the one Eric wanted them to see. Selma and Jane were voluptuous tarts who lived in a one bedroom apartment together but happily slept around a lot, claiming no exclusive attachment to the other. They both new Roberta well, so did nearly everyone else in the place, at least by reputation. Both of them had spent a night on Roberta’s bed. Then they dug up the courage and ventured into her basement together. They had asked that their piercings be put into their labia. One got her left done, the other her right. That way, when their cunts met while sharing a dildo, their rings would touch.
They had watched Roberta and her slut Pinky come into the bar, politely ignoring them. Then they saw those two bombshells enter, the big breasted oriental and her stunning friend. She was indescribably beautiful. Selma and Jane both saw the most sumptuous babe they had ever seen. It didn’t take long at all for that overbearing dyke Roberta to home in on that. Figures; she always got her hands on the fresh meat first. What followed though, was pretty out of character for Roberta. Usually she would be all over a girl, get her hands between her legs and masturbate her right there in public. But for some reason, she got on her knees and started licking the woman. They both noticed changes, nothing so abrupt that you startled, but definite shifts, none the less. Roberta suddenly had long full hair. (‘No wait’, they told themselves, ‘she always had long hair.’) And she had to unzip her leather jacket to make room for her... (‘Wow, I’d forgotten how seriously big Roberta’s tits were!’). Selma and Jane watched as Roberta got back on the seat and rested her head on the woman’s shoulder. She had the dreamiest look, and what looked like a man’s come on her face .
At some point, Pinky and that oriental chick got up and danced for several songs. No one dared compete with Roberta for the beauty queen. For the most part, the patrons forgot about the newcomers. Then the beauty queen motioned to Selma to come over to the table. She felt a curious compulsion to do it, as if she had lost control of her legs for the moment. As she arrived she noticed that Roberta was wiggling out of her leather jacket, tee shirt, and blue jeans. She kept stripping out of clothes until she was nude. The beautiful stranger told Selma, “We’ll want your dress.” He looked down at Selma’s fuck-me pumps, “And the shoes.” Eric held eye contact with Selma for a lingering moment, (Selma felt something similar to mental furniture being moved around.) then said “Enjoy.”
Selma had worn a tiny bright-red stretch dress and matching high heels, advertising her intention to be taken home tonight. Without thinking it an unusual request she grabbed the lower hem and peeled it over her head in one smooth motion. Having gone braless tonight, Selma now stood by their table in only her thong panties and her pumps. She handed the dress to Roberta, who stood up and tugged it on. Good thing the dress was made of a stretchy lycra, for it barely fit over Roberta’s large frame. Her massive breasts were flattened out under the taught material. The bottom hem was barely below her crotch, and her compact muscular butt did nothing to help keep it down. (Something pulled gently at Selma’s mind, telling her that Roberta wasn’t supposed to have big tits, but she couldn’t quite turn it into a real thought.) Selma stepped out of her heels and Roberta slipped them on. The pumps too were a little too small and Roberta winced a little as she crammed her feet into them.
Selma watched as the four stood up and left the bar, Roberta clinging to the beautiful chick, wobbling a bit on the high heels, her free hand tugging down at the hem of her dress trying to keep her bare puffy sex covered. Pinky and the oriental babe walked arm in arm. Only after they were gone did she realize she was standing there, undressed, in public, with her left hand in her panties, rubbing steadily. Her dress was gone, she had no choice but to put on Roberta’s abandoned jeans and jacket. The leather was rough against her hard nipples. As Selma tried to make sense of the situation, she felt her left hand between her legs again. She pulled her hand out of her pants and brought her fingers to her nose, smelling her rich scent. Selma felt a subtle urge to slide her hand back between her legs, but found she could control it. She sat back at the bar with Jane to finish her drink. Soon she noticed Jane looking at her strangely. Her left hand was masturbating again. She jerked it away and blushed with embarrassment, instinctively smelling her fingertips.
After the third time that Jane caught her whacking off, the two decided they had better get her home. Selma went to sleep masturbating and woke up that way. Over the next few weeks she found that her left hand seemed to have a mind of its own. She could control herself in public (except for an occasional humiliating lapse). But in her apartment, alone or not, the urge was too much to fight. Like it or not, she was now a compulsive masturbator, with her hand between her legs almost constantly. Usually she just held her had there, cupped quietly over her pussy. Sometimes she would feel her nipples get hard which announced to her conscious mind that she was getting unexpectedly fucked by her own hand. Since the now-frequent orgasms were pleasurable and addictive, Selma decided she liked it. She embraced her new habit and found herself at peace with it. Jane eventually got used to living with a roommate that couldn’t control herself. She found it quite entertaining, actually, and sometimes invited friends over to watch.