Jane: Part I � The
Death of Plain Jane.
By HorseRadish.
Copyright 2003.
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This is an erotic piece of fiction.� If you are not of legal age, or are easily offended, then don�t read it.� Thank you.
Jane shuffled around the bookshelves in a well-practiced routine.�� As with most librarians, she was an acolyte of Saint Dewy and his decimal system.�� She feigned annoyance at a book that was perused and carelessly placed on the wrong shelf.� For Jane, being a diligent librarian was far more pleasant than �plain Jane.�� She was 5�6� and 100 pounds.� She wore simple cotton blouses with a knitted vest.� She wore a plaid skirt that hung loosely around her waist.�� Her brown hair was pinned up and framed a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.� She made every effort to look like a 50-year-old woman.�� �Plain Jane� had learned how to become invisible by becoming even plainer.
����������� She was 27 years old.� Never kissed.� Spent her teen years believing that boys were evil and would use their wicked lust against her.� 15 years later, she learned that boys were always horny, but not for her.�� At first, she was relieved to be spared the slavering testosterone of the boys.� As she approached 30, she felt an increasing aching feeling, an indefinable hollow feeling.� She felt a growing dissatisfaction at being �plain Jane.�� She did some research and found that women in their 30s are at their sexual peak.� The urges she felt did not seem wicked, but natural.� One night, as she sat down and watched TV, she felt a sob struggle up her throat.�� Her mind was on the PBS show, but her heart had bore enough solitude and broke.� A sudden sad epiphany occurred to her; She hated �plain Jane.�
����������� She ran up to the bathroom and cleaned her tears.� Her eyes were puffy from the tears.� She wiped her nose and looked at her face.� She studied the hollow cheeks, the sallow complexion and dead eyes.� She felt another release; a rage boiled in her and flushed her cheeks.
�Plain Jane must die!�� She announced to her reflection.
The next morning�.
����������� Jane worked diligently as usual, but hovered near the health and beauty magazines.� Her boss, Marge, took found amusement in Jane�s distracted behavior.� Marge was a matronly older woman who knew that Jane hid from the world.� The fact that Jane was working up the nerve to pick up a �Cosmo� thrilled her.�� Marge called Jane over to the main desk.�� Jane dutifully approached.� Marge saw a strange liveliness in Jane�s eyes.� She was normally focused but today, she seemed to be on a mission.�
�So, which is it?�
�Which is what?� replied Jane.
�Got a man, going after a man, or looking for a man?� Marge queried.
Jane flustered and looked at her hands for a moment.
�Looking for a man.�� She said softly.
Jane looked at Marge with a need that overridden any embarrassment.�� Marge smiled knowingly.� Her eyes crinkled with years of experience.� She grabbed Jane by the shoulder.
�Jane�� Marge started.
�Yes?�
�Sometimes, ugly girls have to give blow jobs to a lot of men before they strike pay dirt.��
����������� Jane watched and listened for 15 minutes as Marge discussed techniques.� Marge removed her false teeth and with a broomstick, demonstrated how to make a man screech like a hyena.� Jane was horrified but could not look away.�� When Marge started to undo her blouse to show how to tit-fuck, Jane begged off and ran in to the bathroom.�� She hid in a stall and started crying.� As her tears dried, she grabbed a square off the toilet roll and noticed a crudely scratched note on the stall panel.�
�Summon the Night owl. �His wisdom and magic will help those in straits.�
She looked at the ground and saw a feather.� She picked it up.� She felt a tingling feeling and thought that the feather was infested.� She nearly dropped it.
�Summon the night owl�� a ghostly voice whispered.
�What?�
�Summon the night owl�� repeated the voice.
�How do I do that?�
�Err, you go north on 73, make a left at Gainsbury hollow lane, and drive about 5 miles.� Whispered the voice.
She mentally recorded the instructions.�
��You�ll pass a gas station.� Do not stop there for instructions.� Larry is a nice guy, but he�ll spend a half hour trying to sell you a tub full of the worst homemade fudge on earth.� A hidden drive will be on your right, take it and drive until you see the tree that looks like a upside down toilet plunger.��
Jane accepted all of this as a sign of her own newfound madness.
�At midnight, repeat the words written on the door of the stall.�
She noticed a chant, also crudely scratched in the door.
�Oh night owl, share your wisdom and magic with me.� �
�And oh yeah, bring a handful of beef jerky.� He loves that stuff.� Whispered the ghostly voice.
����������� She walked to the main desk.
�Jane, dear, are you ok?�
�I�m fine.� Just a little under the weather.�
�Its nearly closing time, why don�t you take off early.�
�Thanks Marge.�
�By the way,� Marge handed Jane a post-it note with a brand name scribbled on it.
�It�s a lubricant.� It makes anal penetration so much easier.�
����������� Jane drove down the hidden driveway and saw a tree that looked exactly like an upside down plunger.�� She wiped the fatigue from her eyes and confirmed that the trunk was perfectly round like a handle.�� The leaves and branches formed a perfect hemisphere.� It was an undeniable show of powerful magic.� She would have felt fearful if it weren�t so ridiculous.�
�Oh Night owl, Share your wisdom and magic with me.�
Silence.
�Oh Night owl, SHARE Your Wisdom and Magic With ME!� She yelled angrily.
A night owl flew up and perched on the edge of the plunger tree.�
�You�re about 45 minutes late.� You stopped at Larry�s gas station, didn�t you?"
�I forgot the beef jerky.��
�And the fudge??� asked the night owl with a resigned tone.
�It burned all the way down and all the way back up.� What did he soak it in? �
�WD-40, he doesn�t have a clue about non-stick Teflon pans.� Now then, on to business.��
The owl spread his wings and cleared his throat.�
�What grant would you seek from me, child?"
�I want to be beautiful, sexy, irresistible.�
�Helen of Troy kind of thing?�
�Oh yes, a vision of unobtainable desire.�
�Lets see what we got to work with.��
The owl flew down to her and landed before her.� He gestured up with his wings and a soft light surrounded them both.
�Hmmm� Got no front to speak of�.� He wandered to her back.
�No backside either. The hair is nice.�� No hips and no curves.��
�Thanks.�
�Hey kid, I got to look at the resources before I can begin my art.�
The owl gestured and her glasses flew off her face.�
�Hey, I need to see with those.�
�Not any more.�
She could see clearly as if she never needed glasses.
She felt her face pop and stretch.� It was painful.� Her nose yanked up in back towards her face.� She saw spots as the pain seeped in.�
�OWWWW!!� she yelped as she grabbed her nose.� The pain quickly faded.
�Now for the fun part�� leered the owl.
�Are you sure that you�re an owl?�
�I�m bi-species, ba-bee!� he gestured again and a swirl of air flew around her skirt.
She felt warmth spreading in her rear.� She placed her hands on her buns and hefted two swelling spheres of ass.� They were high and round and getting rounder by the minute.� Her granny panties were now a thong, binding her. painfully.� Her skirt rode up her new hips and hung loosely around her waist.�� She saw her exposed legs.� They were smooth and symmetrical.�� She could actually look good in pantyhose!� No, look excellent in pantyhose!� She laughed joyfully as the energy worked its magic on her.�
����������� She sat up and cleared her head.� She saw the owl perched next to her.� A mirror was suspended in mid air.� She hesitantly looked and saw a woman of unholy beauty.� Her skin glowed, eyes shined and lips full.� Her hair was a touch lighter.� She turned around and looked at her ass.� Spectacular.� She looked again and noticed that she was still flat as a board.
�What about my tits?�
�I wanted to thank you for bringing the beef jerky.��
She saw the empty plastic wrappers around the tree.� The owl burped and filled the air with a slight smell of spiced beef.
�It took a lot of courage to come out here.� And I really appreciate you getting the really primo beef jerky, not the cheap crap that he has near the register.�
�Yeah, you�re welcome. �� She gestured towards her chest with mild impatience.
�I give you the power to change your own breast size.�� Fill them up, shrink�em hang�em or droop�em. You can even make milk.� Urped the owl in mid sentence.
�Can I use the milk to heal people?��
�Not sure.� I heard that a traveling nurse already has that gig.� You might want to clear it with her.�
����������� She stood back and willed her breasts to fill up.� Her breast tingled and pushed out slightly against her blouse.�
�Think of the woman who has the breast size you want.�
She thought of Morganna.
Her tits instantly binded against the blouse.� The gaps between the buttons were growing and showing more flesh.� Luckily, she didn�t wear a bra.� Never needed one until now.� The under seams of her shirt traveled slowly against her side, straining and ridging as the slack was taken up.� She inhaled and proudly watched the first button fly.� Her breast jiggled and pushed out the gap.�� The second and third button flew as her tits exceeded the size of grapefruit.�� Her nipples were exposed, as the shirt was pulled apart.�� She grabbed a handful of each and squeezed them to herself.�� The luscious mounds pushed her hands away as they soaked up more volume.�� She felt her chin rub in to the swelling cleavage.� She dropped her hands away and let the boys drop.� They hung down to her navel.� The nipples were as large as her pinky, surrounded by a cherry red areolas the size of a silver dollar.�� She thanked the owl by smothering him in her chest.� He gently pushed her away.
�Its my pleasure.� Now go on and knock them off their feet!��
The owl flew away in to the night.� In the distance she heard a belch.
����������� She was overjoyed at her new bountiful bust.� Then a cold air brushed against her.� She realized that she was freezing in a wooded area, half naked, wearing clothes that could not fit her.� She also realized that none of her clothes would fit her.� And she had to be at work in 6 hours.
�Aww crap.�
To be continued�