L'iniquité des Mères

Marie squirmed, naked on an antique chair.  Across the parlor, Caitlyn and Allie necked vapidly, their teen aged heads bobbing on top of bodies that were mostly breast, ass and naughty parts.  In front of her towered Melle, the amazon's gargantuan breasts blocking Marie's view of anything but her sisters' incestuous antics.  Her dark skin glowed with perspiration and the satisfaction of a job well done.

"No, you haven't done nothing to deserve this fate," the witch said with a thin smile.  "Unlike many you will share it with,"

"Then, why are you doing this?"  In her hands, Marie's nipples lengthened and grew thicker. They were the size of lipstick cannisters.  

"L'iniquités des mères pour les enfants, if I may take liberties with the Good Book," Melle coughed the last two words up like a hairball.  "Your mother never told you about New Orleans, no?"

"The only time my mom ever left Georgia was for her honeymoon," Marie struggled to grab the thoughts from her brain. Marie's breasts had added their own small voices to the conflict. The young woman smothered her petite cones with her palms as she searched for the right words.  "She's always said so,"

"Your mother is a liar and a whore," Before the young woman could spit a retort, the witch stepped closer, and Marie watched a drop of sweat from beneath her enormous breasts slowly glide down her torso, swing around her navel and disappear among the folds of her flower.  

Grabbing the young woman by the back of the head, Melle thrust Marie's face into the space between her belly button and her blossom.  Staring through Melle's navel like a peephole, Marie saw an image of her mother's youthful, naked body, sprawled in repose across a disheveled canopy bed.  She looked like she had just been fucked for days on end.  The humid air struggled to carry the sound of a brass band playing in a cemetery.  Her mother couldn't be much older than her, Marie thought as she noticed a shadow moving out of the corner of her eye.

You wore me out, chérie, it was no shadow crawling over her mother's exhausted body, but the slender, almost boyish form of another woman.  Marie's mother said nothing, her breath ragged, but rolled on top of the dark girl.  

With our combined power, Marie's soul shivered as she watched her mother locking her lower lips with Melle's.  Grabbing her lover's ankles, the blood seemed to return to her pale body, and she roared as she rocked her pelvis obscenely. We are going to make the Gods tremble in fear!

"I'm sorry," Marie felt the black woman's skin on her forehead, so hot it sizzled.

"I didn't come here for your pity," Melle's tight slit was inches away from the petite college woman's nose. "She abandoned me the day that demon came for us.  I suffered centuries of indignities at the hands of that beast,.until it grew bored and spit me out.  This body an eternal memento of my violation,"

"Please...,"  Marie's pussy lips slipped against each other as they puffed up and started to sag.  Her light blond pubic hair retreated into her skin, leaving her mons smooth and bare.  

"You look a lot like your mother...,"

"FUCK YOU!"

"You slut!" Melle grabbed Marie by the hair and threw her to the floor. The twins, surprised, squealed and clung to each other's curves. As the witch stood over her, Marie felt the room spin like a drunken carousel, grotesque and garish images flashing through her mind too quickly to be seen, leaving on an impression of immortal perversion.

With a jolt, the prone young woman's muscles were at Melle's command. first flipping her onto her belly, then assuming the position of a bitch in heat. Her pelvis tilted backwards, presenting her dripping slit wantonly. Hearing the witch snap her fingers, Marie's neck twisted her head to stare at the black woman over her shoulder.

"If you like cocks so much," Melle's tears boiled before they reached her chin. "Then that is what I shall give you,"

Marie watched as the witch's abandoned hosiery slithered across the hardwood floor and climbed up her dark legs like kudzu vines. The buckles and lace rearranged themselves as the garments covered her loins again. The silk from her abandoned skirt melted and rolled across the floor. Reaching Melle's feet it too crawled up to her crotch, hardening into a stiff, rubbery rod nearly a foot long. Marie gasped, and her pussy clenched hungrily.

"First, we will have to fill out your curves a bit, no?" the witch waved her latex erection over the young woman's derrière like a magic wand.

Kneeling like a dog, Marie felt the room ripple again, before her butt warmed and started to tingle.  Still forced to stare at Melle over her shoulder, the young woman's worst  fears were confirmed as she saw her ass push out and away from the base of her spine.  By the time it stopped, her bottom was big enough to hold a tray of  hors d'oeuvres.

"Lucky...," Allie whined from across the room, staring at her older sister's humiliating position with undisguised envy.

Melle knelt down and pressed the tip of her faux cock between Marie's swollen lips. No longer in control of anything below her neck, the young woman leaned back, only to have the plastic phallus retreat. Her head wanted her to get up and run away, but her over-sized pink pickle wanted the black witch to grab her hair and fuck her like a bitch.  Compromising, she whined desperately.

"Tell me what you are," Melle brushed a flaxen bang from Marie's face.

"Fuck you," Marie cringed, but leaned back and stroked the shaft in the valley between her butt cheeks.  Her bottom was big enough now to embrace nearly all ten inches. 

"You are a liar and a whore,"

"You fucking CUNT!" An invisible force pressed Marie's cheek to the floor, and she lifted her sex as high as she could.  After an eternity of waiting, she finally felt the witch enter her.  Relishing the fullness, the blonde woman's breath came in ragged gasps.  It felt like Melle's dildo was growing.

"I'm not done with you yet, salope," 

"Oh my God," the pressure was building.  Marie's body was a balloon of skin, unable to contain the foul essence pouring into her from the tip of Melle's faux cock.  Her breasts began to stretch, loosing their conical shape as they swelled.  For the first time, they swung free as she lifted herself to her hands, grunting and moaning.  With every back and forth thrust, they hung lower, gaining mass and momentum.  

Fighting orgasm, Marie felt her nipples squished against the floor as her breasts filled the space between her trembling arms. With helpless clarity, Marie realized that she would let Melle fuck her until she was nothing but tits  Mercifully, however, the witch pulled out before her chest lifted her off the floor. As it was, she dwarfed both her younger sisters. Standing up, carefully balancing her tottering Tetons, Marie looked down and couldn't see her feet... or much of the floor. 

"Tell me what you are,"

"No," She could hardly stand up, or think straight.

"Tell me what you are,"

Marie caught a glimpse of herself reflected in Melle's onyx eyes.  She was a flesh and blood fuck doll.  She was a naked, sweaty nymphomaniac with mammaries that could be used as a life raft on the Titanic.   She looked down at the black, latex phallus strapped to the witch's pelvis.  A drop of her own lubricating fluids rolled down the shaft and dripped onto the Persian rug.

"Tell me what you are, mon chérie,"

"I'm...," Marie looked back up at Melle's irises, pulling from her body the only two things the witch hadn't transformed her into, "I'm a liar and a whore,"

To be continued...