It was a beautiful summer day in Goshen, Connecticut. Woodridge Lake was quiet, and so was the house. Mom and Dad were going to be in Hartford for that night and most of the following day… and I was bored out of my mind. Emphasis on was. That was the day my inner child wept with joy. That was the day I discovered that magic was real.
It started ordinarily enough. Restless, I went out for a long walk; in the woods. On the way back home, some chicks in a red corvette offered me a "ride"… But these four women were far from ordinary.
While there were no more… incidents… the rest of the ride was for the most part, very quiet; and it grated on everyone's nerves. Yohko keep needing to be reminded not to finger herself, Shayna got berated for almost whacking Teresa in the head with one of her luxuriant stretches, and both Teresa and Kaitlyn kept fidgeting in their seats. And the latter looked everywhere but toward Ken, even though she felt his eyes on her, time and again.
For his part, Ken was doing his best not to… Well, he wasn't sure what about him turned these four gorgeous women on, so he wasn't really sure what not to do. Didn't stop him from trying, or from adjusting his shorts, either. Though he did get everyone laughing with a quip: "Damnit, if this keeps up (his erection), my shorts are gonna have permanent stretch marks."
Finally, Teresa roused the rest with a "We heeeere!"
Ken sat up straighter, and looked around. "…So where is--!" His breath caught as something hard and unyielding slammed into him, as if trying to keep him out -- then it was gone, Yohko holding him tightly, her eyes closed and face drawn in concentration, chanting something softly. Her body swelled slightly, but not like before -- Ken couldn't describe it, but knew it felt different to him.
Shayna whistled from the front seat. "Whew, he's really sometin', ain't he? Th' Barrier's set up ta ward 'way anyone who's aura ain't keyed inta it."
Kaitlyn smiled slightly, glad for the new focus. "Yes, and because today's average human is almost psychically deaf, the warding has to be very powerful."
Ken shook his head clear, as Yohko stopped chanting and released him. "So what you're saying is… I'm so sensitive to mystic phenomena, that something akin to a whisper in the average person's mind, is to me like someone sticking a megaphone in my face?"
Teresa nodded and replied, "Yep. Sorry about the discomfort, but that always happens to first-timers… Still, both Kaitlyn and Yohko would have been shielding you from the start if we'd known you were that sensitive." She blushed, ducking her head slightly in embarrassment. "Right ladies?" Said ladies also blushed, murmuring an apology that Ken waved off.
"It's fine, I'm fine," he said. "None of us knew, right? Now, where is this place…"
Ken trailed off as the long driveway from the road finally came to an end, the trees lining its sides peeling away into a vast clearing, perched in the center of which was a truly impressive five-story country mansion.
"Wow."
Shayna smirked. "Damn right. I's our base fer dis area… First tima's 're brought 'ere ta learn, while memba's come ta teach, share stories 'r spells, 'n' generally have fun 'way from th' boredom o' the 'real world'."
Ken blinked. "Members? So is this a private thing for just you four (which would make one or more of you very rich indeed), or are you part of a larger community?"
Teresa pulled the corvette around the back of the mansion, fingering something which opened the northern-most garage door. "A much larger community, though we're quite spread out at the moment. This is actually a safe house, and has been for several hundred years, though its obviously been expanded and updated several times." Diving into the garage, Teresa parked the car and shut it down, motioning for everyone to exit. "There are others, spread across the world in various locals and built in local styles. Most stand empty and unused, unfortunately… Our numbers have diminished over the years…"
Ken was the first out, and immediately began stretching his legs. "Out of curiosity," he said, "Is this a female-only type thing, with a male counterpart?"
"Ken? Shoes off." Kaitlyn sighed and shook her head, red hair flying, as they all divested themselves of their footwear. "No, but in recent years it could easily be mistaken for such. The quality of the average man has gone down since the mid-to-late twentieth century… It's a lot easier to find women with the right mind set, reasonable morality, and a strong spirit, than it is to find men with the same qualities. No offense to your gender… Ken…" As she turned to look sideward at him, hands perched on broad, shelf-like hips, Kaitlyn was blushing again, her previous restraint abandoned and mind locked firmly on one thing. [After all, we're not in public any more…]
Ken found himself frozen in place by Kaitlyn's smoldering gaze. "Er… None taken…" Seeing her in profile as he was, Ken could not turn his eyes from the sight of Kaitlyn's shirt stretching even further across the massive bosom that was growing once more. Another sharp rip sounded from the back of her shorts, and Ken could see curves of ripe ass flesh bulging out through the gap--
~WHAP~
Again the moment was chased away, as Kaitlyn jumped with a startled "Eep!" Ken was too busy boggling at the sheer amount of jiggle this redheaded wonder possessed to see Yohko behind Kaitlyn, her hand down low by the redhead's luscious rump.
"Come on, girl… Are you sensei or are you deshi? You taught us that during an induction, the newcomer has to be keyed to the house ASAP. We haven't even started acclimating him, and already you want to jump his bones!"
Both Kaitlyn and Ken blushed deeply. With a sigh, Yohko motioned Teresa over and together they dragged Kaitlyn out to of the garage.
"Err… Kaitlyn's your teacher?"
"Ya, 'n' normally she's th' responsible one," Shayna replied. Now that they'd all been standing, Ken could compare heights. Shayna was definitely the tallest, possibly six feet even. Kaitlyn and Yohko were about the same, a little less than his own five feet nine inches. And Teresa stood the shortest, probably about five and a half feet tall. Of course, most of the rest of him was occupied by Shayna wrapping an arm around Ken's shoulders, and mashing her right boob into the side of his head. "Like that?"
"Eh-heh… yea, in all honesty. A lot." Grinning wider and egged on by Shayna's forwardness, Ken wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled tight. She groaned in appreciation then mussed his hair, grinning again at his indignant squawk. Together, they started out of the garage themselves. "So… how often do you see action around here?"
"Depends on wha' kind o' action ya mean. Wha' wit' our magic da way i' is, we gotta screw somebody fairly regularly…" She chuckled ruefully, as she started an impromptu tour of the mansion's ground floor. She kept talking, as she pointed out this and that. "In 'our' world, being bi(sexual) is a big plus, 'n' most'a th' rest o' us gotta learn some o' it. Last guy we had was a month ago… I think he bailed 'cause he let 'is ego git 'way fro' 'im."
"What?"
"He kept blaimin' 'imself fer bein' unable ta completely satisfy us all… Dumb prick, but he didn' know better… Even wit'out magic like we do, he still had Yohko droolin' fer more… Great hands, tha' guy had… Gentle fellow, too."
Ken stopped, somewhat pale, "…" only to get lip locked by Shayna, her hips grinding into his burning crotch and her breasts swelling against his chest and neck. During this second unexpected French of the afternoon, Ken's eyes snapped wide, as he felt something pulse between them, then slide down his throat to settle in his gut, warming his whole body. "…W-what?"
"Ssh. Yer not gonna have dat prob, with talent like yers. We'll teach you e'erythin' ya need to know, hm?"
Slightly mollified, Ken nodded slowly. "So… Kaitlyn's your teacher in the mystic arts… How long have you been learning?"
"Me 'n' Teri joined tagetha', a' th' ripe ol' age o' sixteen. Yohko joined a lil' ova' two years back… Bu' she's progressed pretty damn fast." Shayna chuckled again. "Ya wouldn't believe wot we 'ooked like when w' joined."
"Oh? Do tell," Ken cocked an eyebrow, doing his best to push his doubts of self worth or ability from his mind.
"Heh… I wazza brick, and nadda pretty one eitha'." She smirked at his disbelieving look. "I's true! An' Teri even more; she wazza twig back then, flat as a board front 'n' back!"
"No way! …With an ass like that, now…" Suddenly Ken found his left hand on one firm, muscled ass cheek.
He squeezed experimentally, and Shayna groaned a mocking reply, "Or an ass like mine, hm?" She wiggled and squirmed next to him, squashing different parts into different bits of him, taunting and teasing and turning him on, until he started giving back.
Growling, Ken threw his right arm across Shayna's waist to grip her opposite hip, and spun her to face him. Pulling her body firmly against his, Ken felt animal instincts trying to throw himself onto her, but then remembered something he'd read and reigned them in. 'Dropping his weight', Ken locked his ki like his jujutsu sensei taught him, hoping he was strong enough for this. Then he took firm hold of Shayna's ass, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed. Shayna's back arched with a melodious moan, thrusting her spherical, nipple-capped volleyball breasts at Ken's face… Which he promptly buried in her expanded bust, even as he ground his hips into hers, crotch to crotch. She shuddered sympathetically, her ass swelling almost out of Ken's hands, as tit flesh squirted around the arms of her sports bra, under its lower hem, and up through its wide open neck. Seeing the broadening arc of cleavage, Ken leaned his head in, sliding his tongue into the grove where said cleavage burst out from under the cover of the sports bra. He then licked a long line up over the bubble of cleavage to the hollow of her throat, then up her neck and under her jaw…
Shayna had gone very still while he did this, her eyes wide with delight. Then his tongue reached the underside of her chin, and flicked off it… and Shayna shuddered again, harder than before. Her knees went weak for a moment, and Ken almost staggered, only his locked ki enabling him to hold them both upright. Shayna's head came up, her delighted eyes meeting his eager, hopeful ones…
Then came an ominous creak of overstrained fabric. Wide-eyed, both looked down as her tits continued to swell and strain against their confines. The sports bra fought valiantly to maintain its integrity, but soon the threads began to pop and snap, as the sports bra started to rip down the middle. It start in the center and slowly spread to top and bottom, each second revealing a little more magnificent cleavage. Then the rip reached the thick, elastic hems of Shayna's sports bra and strained for a long moment before it suddenly ~SNAP~ sundered. Her newly-enlarged breasts leaped forward onto Ken's chest, swollen areola and fat nipples poking at his face.
[…And she was forty-seven inches before?! She's gotta be well past fifty by now!]
Shayna just grinned, hugging Ken tightly to her improved bosom. "Woooo, I think I'm in luv!"
Ken gasped for air, but he was grinning too. "More?" he asked, part-question, part-request, and part-plee.
Shayna's grin broadened. "Nah, dere's sometin' even' betta' comin' up. Com'on, le's see if Teri 'n' Kaitlyn 're ready fer ya."
"Ready? For what?"
"Yur initiation, o' course! First man we've ever done it wit' too, so feel lucky will'ya?"
Ken found himself being pulled boldly through the house by Shayna's firm grip on his hand. They went up two flights of stairs to the third floor and around to the southern wing of the mansion, stopping in front of vaulted double doors.
"Teri? Ya two ready fer us?" Shayna called.
"Yeup! Bring him in!"
Shayna moved to open the doors, but Ken smiled and got to them first. In a teasing display of chivalry, he let Shayna enter first, then entered himself…
…And found himself in a massive master bedroom mainly occupied by an enormous bed, big enough for a dozen couples to screw themselves silly on and never bump into each other. Not that his eyes stayed on the room itself for long; its occupants drew his eyes before much else about the room could sink in.
Both Kaitlyn and Teresa had stripped down to their birthday suits, Teresa proudly and Kaitlyn blushing heavily. "So," Teresa began. "Did Kaitlyn jump the gun like we thought?"
Shayna chuckled as she removed her own last vestiges of clothing. "Sure did. I gave 'im 'is First Infusion downstairs, and look wha' he did ta me?" She shook her fifty-plus inch chest. Teresa opened her mouth to say more, but Kaitlyn cut her off, blushing even deeper.
"I know, I know! I drilled you girls on this so many times, then throw it out the window the first time it actually happens! Very hypocritical, yes I know. Let's get going with it already, and him acclimated, so I can start looking for any side-effects."
"What!? Side-effects?!" Ken growled low, but Kaitlyn didn't give him a chance to worry further.
"Ssh. It won't be harmful, the process itself was built to ensure against that. It may effect how you come into your power, and we'll need to know things like that in the future. But right now, we need to finish the initiation, ok?"
Ken narrowed his eyes. "Promise to hold nothing back at the explanations later?"
The redhead smiled. "I promise. Now, off with the clothing…" She gestured, and the other three formed a ring around Ken, "Second Infusion?"
Yohko stepped into the circle, approaching Ken. She sashayed around behind him, teasing his shirt off as she did so. She tossed Ken's t-shirt aside as soon as he had it removed, stepped before him, and then stripped him of his shorts and briefs. Ken watched (and felt) with interest as Yohko played her hands across his slim torso, gently probing, through a thin layer of fat, at the lean muscle he'd worked so hard to build up over the last few years. All the while, Ken found his vision filled by Yohko's buxom figure, his erection returned in spades as he watched her seemingly arouse herself and grow more buxom, just by admiring his form.
Abruptly the inspection was over, and Yohko was suddenly crowding into Ken's personal space, snaking her arms around his neck and crushing her surging, swelling, sexy body against his. Her smile turned lascivious as she felt his throbbing cock straining against her crotch. Then Yohko was leaning forward, lips pursed and slightly parted, eyes dancing, butt and bust growing.
A spark leapt between them when her lips met Ken's, and the reaction was instantaneous for him. The heat in his gut returned, and when the French had deepened sufficiently, Ken felt the now-familiar pulse, and the flood that poured into his inner being through Yohko's lips. Then he stiffened as the heat in his gut flared and began to burn within him, almost painfully. On the outside, he was suddenly kissing back, and with urgent fervor. Yohko's eye's flew open as his arms snapped around her waist and pulled tight, her body flaring with pleasure as it was crushed against his, especially as his hands found some very special spots in the small of her back. She felt her nipples throb, become erect, then swell further, atop breasts that surged forward against Ken's chest, bulging out from between their arms, down between their abs, and upward to brush against their throats. Her hips similarly grew, widening in spurts, along with her ass.
The tide slowed as the kiss grew to a close, and Ken felt the burning lessen and be replaced by a tingling that spread across his body, leaving him feeling a little weak at first, then stronger. He relaxed his embrace, but Yohko remained pressed against him, eyes locked with his."I am so looking forward to this," she whispered, breathless. Ken blushed and nodded, letting his arms drop.
Yohko took a step back, but staggered. Reflexes Ken didn't know he had caught Yohko's wrist and helped her upright again. "Whoops!… You ok?" he asked quietly.
A little shaky, but with a heartfelt smile, Yohko nodded. "Arigatou, Ken-sama," she breathed softly, almost too soft for Ken to make out. He knew Japanese when he heard it though, and knew both the 'thankyou' and the heavy honorific '-sama'; he opened his mouth in question…
…But Teresa was not to be denied her turn. She, like her buddy Shayna, knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now!
And take it she did, whirling Ken around and throwing herself atop him. Ken staggered in surprise, [Yanno, I'd swear *GLOMP* just appeared over my head in big, bold letters. Weird…] but was left no time to recover as Teresa swept in and latched on, her arms encircling his chest and mashing her hefty bosom into his pecs, as she tilted her face up and captured his lips with hers, hard. The Latina hit like a hurricane, and Ken found himself completely at her mercy as her hands roved his body, as she plied her mouth to his. The pulse hit like a bomb this time, and Ken felt the burning return with a vengeance, the heat soaring like a furnace. Teresa grinned through their running French kiss, feeling him grab a swollen ass cheek in one hand, while the other came up to cup the back of her head. He was kissing back fiercely, though a bit sloppily, and Teresa was loving every moment of it. Her own body felt like it was on fire where her skin touched his, and she could feel her nipples throb large and larger with the swelling of the rest of her.
As for Ken, he would have been worried if he were capable of it through his soaring arousal. The heat filling him burned like nothing he'd ever felt before. The feeling of this impossibly sexy woman filling his arms, necking with him, and growing even sexier, turned him on more than any sexual fantasy he had ever thought up. And the knowledge that just outside arms reach were three more women just like this one… Only pushed his arousal higher. And the fire started within him, by the magic these women claimed to command, burned hotter to match, finally pushing the envelope of his control. He winced, eyebrows drawn.
Much to Ken's surprise, however, the reaction from Teresa and the others was instantaneous. The kiss was over in a moment, and Ken found him supported by four pairs of arms, arousal apparently forgotten, while voices clamored around each other as each tried to ask what was wrong.
He didn't respond for a full minute, only wobbling slightly on his feet, face in his hands. However, by the end of the minute Ken could think again. Going back over the last few minutes in his mind, Ken pieced together a play-by-play of the culprit of his discomfort, which he slowly and carefully relayed to Kaitlyn.
"…Damnit," was her initial reaction, followed by, "I know I've read about a similar reaction to the Infusion process…" Kaitlyn mulled over it a bit more, trying to remember the specifics, before shaking her head and returning her attention to Ken. "How did it 'burn' inside you?" she asked Ken. "Like a stove burn amplified: searing pain?"
Ken considered that, then shook his head. "No… It was weird. It burned so badly, but there was no sensation of physical pain to accompany it. It just… burned."
Kaitlyn thought long and hard for a moment, and concluded, "I'm sorry Ken, but I must ask you to try and bare with us until we can finish your initiation rite. While the timeframe is not so critical that seconds count, I'm afraid digging the answer out of the library will take hours. Therefore--"
"--That will have to wait until after I'm initiated. Then we can look into it, right?" Ken finished, understanding. "I think I can handle that. I've gotta feeling that I winced only because my body didn't know how else to react to that burning heat. As long as we aren't doing permanent damage to my soul or anything…"
"No, I think not." Kaitlyn went on, "If I'm right, this is something you would have had to go through in the near future anyway." She hugged him tightly, mindless of her nudity. "Ladies? Let's finish this. We have a question to answer…" Suddenly Shayna, Teresa, and Yohko were all grins again, and Kaitlyn, that super-sexy bombshell once more. Ken was surprised by how rapidly he reacted; his erection returned instantly, crushed between their hips as she rubbed her incredible hourglass figure against his body.
He was more surprised, however, by the appearance of three more epitomes of sexual femininity at his sides. Shayna came from behind, placing her hands on his hips and spreading her even-greater bosom across the back of his neck and shoulders. Teresa approached from his right, wrapping her arms around his waist, arcing her back and thrusting her impressive chest into him, swollen nipples leading. Yohko moved in from his left, hefting her torpedo tits and crushing them against him. And Kaitlyn, impossibly-sexy Kaitlyn before him… Ken felt conscious control starting to slip away under a haze of lust.
Even looking back on it later, Ken couldn't quite remember what happened after that. First it was lusty heat and the warmth of welcome. The ambience of the room changed as well, becoming almost… reverent. The moans of the four women deepened, melodious… like chanting. Then came… surges… of ki, around and inside him, and also inside the bodies of Kaitlyn, Teresa, Shayna, and Yohko.
And then it all started to grow: the heat, the seeming sanctity of the room, the chanting, the eb and flow of energy and the forms of the women themselves… Ken found himself rushing inexorably toward orgasm, surrounded on all sides by enough hot and swelling female curvature to satisfy ten men… perhaps more. All these different factors began to spiral inward, blending together into some primal form of energy, greater than human ki, inside Ken's body.
Yet, at the very moment of climax, something clamped down around the base of his cock like a vise. So much energy, on the verge of explosive release, suddenly had no where to go… It rebounded, slamming back into his body, burning through his veins and through his chakras--
~CRACK~
Ken felt the world suddenly fall away around him, descending into whiteness. A soft voice called his name in the distance, but it grew fainter with every call, until he could hear it no more.