Kerry

Queen of the Dark

by William Pratt

Bored at work, Kerry’s hand found its way to her pocket and the ring she’d bought at the mall. It was cute, and for a hardcore fantasy reader like herself, irresistible.

One ring to rule them all she thought. I wish I could just turn invisible and get out of here. There is nothing worse than people who don’t bother filling out the forms in the line while they wait. I always get the slow people and it totally ruin’s my throughput. No throughput means no performance bonuses.

Knowing full well that it would change nothing, she slipped the ring on.

And everything changed.

“Evil Goddess, huh?” said Kerry, looking at the reflection of herself in the plastic barrier between her and the teller to the left. “Can’t be an Evil Goddess and look like this.”

She blinked and an ornate mirror appeared on the wall beside her. Ignoring her current customer, the stupid, slow bitch who was holding everyone up, Kerry pondered for a moment. Lank brown hair. No. Muddy eyes with no particular colour. Those will be soooo gone. Chunky body even after all he trips to the gym, you are voted off the island. Stubby legs? Don’t even waste my time.

“Teller,” whined the slow bitch, “I’m ready now.”

“Shut the fuck up,” replied Kerry, not even bothering to look. “You just had to get into the line right away and waste everybody’s time here, didn’t you? Well, you are going to have be much more accommodating of other people in the future.”

“Excuse me?”

Kerry took the time to glace at the woman, then decided to to go for a full scale evil glare. “There are no excuses for people like you. Be grateful that I don’t just kill you where you stand.” She reached out and tore the withdrawal slip from the slowpoke. “$120? You’re wasting my time with this? The way you’re dressed, I figured . . . well, let’s fix that.”

Zash! The woman’s expensive ensemble got cheap, fast. Bright colours, too tight, too short, and too trashy—just perfect to stand out on a dark street, when you were standing out on a dark street. “Eew. That’s a better fit for the likes of you.”

“What?”

“Shut up.” The woman’s mouth kept moving, but no more annoying noises came out. She stopped and stared, stunned.

“As for the rest of you,” Kerry yelled, “Nothing strange happening over here. Go about your pathetic, miserable little lives. And make sure you’ve filled out all of the forms while waiting.

“OK. Now you look the part. I looked already so don’t you argue or protest. You haven’t done anything to deserve nice clothes like that. You’re already practically a prostitute, trading your looks for stuff like a rich husband. I mean I’ve worked. I have a job. I go to the gym. Who do you think you are? You want a hundred and twenty bucks? Go earn it!”

As the whorishly clad woman turned, robotically, to leave, Kerry said, “I don’t like your hair.”

Poof! Bleach blonde hair frizzed out of control. “And I like that even less. Have a nice day!”

It occurred to Kerry that the bitch might have problems negotiating any sort of payment for her services now that she couldn’t talk, but, Oh well.

“Back to me.” She fixed the next person in line with her band new dazzling ice blue stare. “I’ll be with you in a moment, sir. I’m sure you know how to amuse yourself in the meantime.”

Whether he waddled off in embarrassment over masturbating uncontrollably in public or because his dick stopped swelling and hardening at exactly Pi inches wasn’t information Kerry cared enough about to bother looking. She was busy with the mirror and adjusting her hair. The next person in line took the hint and waited.

With a completely unnecessary finger gesture, her brown hair darkened and dazzlingly blue eyes stared back at her as she tilted her head. With another gesture, the mirror showed her from the back. The midnight black sheet of hair ran down into a nice, cleanly cut arc, then it curled slightly into a thick, lustrous mane and climbed upwards her shoulders.

She tried a blonde Farrah Fawcet cut next, but blonde looked best, in a short bob, piled atop her head, or running down to her ass.

“Blonde’s for extremists anyway,” she said, returning to absolute black falling in waves across her back. It went better with her eyes. “Not that I can’t change those whenever I want. I’ll have to fuck a few guys as a blonde to see if it really is any better.

“OK. Next, the boobs. Do I want supermodel breasts or porn star tits?” While deciding, Kerry served another client—after all, why not? It was mind-numbing work and gave her plenty of time to think. It was where she’d come up with most of the sexy stories she’d written but never gotten up the courage to post online. That changed tonight. Not that she was going to post the stories, hell no. She was going to start living them.

“What the fuck. I’m evil, right? Porn star all the way.”

“Uh. Excuse me?” asked the client.

“I could use a male opinion, and don’t lie because I’ll know and turn you into a eunuch,” Kerry replied. “Which is better? This . . ..”

Kerry’s chest slowly inflated , concealed behind her business suit. “Shit. You can’t see anything, can you?”

The bug-eyed guy nearly passed out as Kerry’s clothes vanished. Instinctively, she tensed her stomach muscles to better show off, but then realized she didn’t have to anymore. The fat she could never get rid of vanished completely.

She looked over at the mirror, then back at the guy—lets call him Rob because Kerry liked the name Rob and whatever his name really was, it didn’t matter anymore—and asked, “Too Twiggy?”

“Guh,” said Rob.

“Too Twiggy,” Kerry said, looking back at the mirror. Her waist stayed about the same, but her hips went whoomp out into hourglass territory. Not that her toy could see it.

“This is just stupid,” she sniffed and the counter dropped level with her fit, but soft, waist. “How does this look?”

“Good?” asked Rob confused as hell.

“But not good enough, huh? Supermodel is out.” Her breasts crept outwards again until, “37-23-36. Just like Marilyn. ’cept she was a blonde. C-Cups OK?”

“Uhm. . ..”

“No idea huh?” Kerry tilted her head and swept her lush hair off to the side as she put on a diamond encrusted necklace. She made a show of positioning the large gold ‘C’ between her breasts. “How’s that?”

“How are you doing this?”

“Can still think huh?” In time with the pulsing swell of flesh, the C morphed into a D. “OK, we’re hitting porn star range. Say when.

Slowly her breasts eased outwards, larger, rounder more impressive. The D split, then contracted onto itself forming an F. Kerry put her hands on the counter and leaned forward so that she had to look up to see Rob’s downward angled eyes.

“I know I’m the best thing you’ve seen in weeks, Rob—”

The girl at the next station looked over the barrier—easy to do now that it was down by her shoulder—and recoiled in shock. “Kerry, do you mind? Some of us are trying to work here?”

“Shut up Alyssa. You just wish you had tits like this.”

“Oh god, I wish I had tits like that,” moaned Alyssa.

“Oh god-dess,” Kerry corrected. “Why don’t you climb over the counter and help Rob out. He’s gotten awfully frustrated basking in my beauty, and I want an objective opinion of my loveliness.”

Her co-worker crawled up on the counter before any other notion entered her mind, but one on the counter, she stopped. “I don’t even know him.”

“Rob, Alyssa. Alyssa, Rob. Don’t worry Rob, she’s good at this stuff.”

Alyssa was about to shake her head and protest, but suddenly . . . “I am good at it! And I love it!” She practically began to scramble in her haste. “Oh, Ro-hob! Please, Rob, please let me suck on you. I need cock soooo bad!”

Not wanting to disrupt his view of the dark goddess, Alyssa crawled between his legs and, with a zipper destroying wrench, pulled his pants down to his knees.

“Oooooh YES! Oh-gulp-mmmmmmm!”

Rob’s eyes rolled up into his head as the teller went to work.

“Oh no you don’t!” Rob’s eyes swung down and focussed on the G between Kerry’s breasts before widening their area of interest. “How are you doing down there, Aly?”

“I’mmmmmm Oh! I’m in fucking heaven! Slurp!”

“How is he?”

“Woooonderful.”

“How is he now?” asked Kerry.

“Aaack!” Alyssa choked as Rob’s dick swelled in her mouth, stopping only when it stretched her jaw and pushed her head back a half a foot.

“You watch those teeth now, girl!”

Alyssa said nothing coherent, but the look on Rob’s face spoke volumes as the girl between his legs carefully played with what little of his enhanced meat she could get in her mouth.

“Try tit-fucking him if you can’t get it all in.”

“But I can’t,” the girl wailed. “I wish I had tits like yours.”

“Wish granted,” said a cheery Kerry. “Stand up for a minute so we can both watch.”

Alyssa bounced to her feet reluctantly, her eyes never leaving the throbbing monster jutting out of Rob’s crotch.

Kerry followed her co-worker’s stare and her smile grew wider. “Oh yes. I’m going to try that one out later.”

Upon hearing that proclamation, Rob moaned and ejaculated, a disappointing affair resulting from too much jerking off over porn. Kerry didn’t want to have anything to do with that, so the orgasm went on and on, each blast of cum coming faster, thicker and harder than the one before it.

“Oh god,” moaned Alyssa, completely glassy eyes as white goo rained down on her. She was too far gone in her raging lust to even think of trying to catch it in her mouth before it slowed and stopped. “All that cum. I want it! I want it!”

“Oh god-dess,” Kerry corrected again. “You better get it right if you want tits like mine.”

“I do, goddess! You promised! I need tits! I need cum!”

“My precious! My precious!” mimicked Kerry. “Yes, I did promise, but I’m evil.”

And just then, an evil idea hit her. “Oh I’ve got beach balls, I’ve got beach balls,” sang Kerry as she decided to go for complete overkill and the boob grown accelerated dramatically, quickly burying the golden cupsize-ometer. “Either put that tongue back in your mouth and sing along, Rob, or find some other use for it.”

Rob leaned over the counter, beaver hunting, but couldn’t get past the boobs blocking his way. Instead he wrapped his tongue around one of the thumb sized nipples and began to suck. His fingers found the other and made Kerry shake with bliss.

“Alyssa,” she moaned. “Say hello to your new boobs!”

“Hell-ooooooohhhh!” moaned Alyssa, her back arching with pleasure. Her blouse leapt forward, filled to capacity, and the loud snap of her bra fracturing echoed through the bank.

“Yessssss!” the teller shrieked as the seams tore out of her shirt. Buttons snapped free, cracking gyprock walls with their impact, as her shirt flew open. Breasts billowed outwards and shot through the many stages of sporting goods before she fell over under the weight of her new endowments.

“Oohhh goddesssssssssss! Yesssssssssss!” screamed the girl, lying on her back with her legs kicking as she tried to thrust her hips an a fucking motion but slid in a mix of her own juices and the product of Rob’s earlier extreme orgasm. “Fuck! Fuck! Need cock!”

Kerry shivered and then yelped as a nipple-gasm ran through her. “Mmmmmmm. Thank you Rob. It seems that I overdid things a little, but you never did say ‘when.’”

“Nrr such thnnngg ass too bigmmm,” Rob told her tits, still groping and licking and sucking.

She reached over her immense boobs, put her hand on Rob’s head and pushed back. “So much for you being an objective viewer.”

“Uhm, when?” said Rob.

“Too late. Much too late for that and you’re lying. I told you not to lie, so now I’m not going to have sex with you. I’ll  give some other guy a big dick and fuck him instead, and you won’t even get to watch! I suppose you can still have the titfuck though.”

She pushed him the rest of the way over. “Enjoy it,” she said as his huge cock got huger. Huge enough, in fact, to rest between his growing boobs.

“Now you, Alyssa, stop bothering me. I want to fix up my legs a little, maybe try wrapping them around some thick dicked stud, and serve a few more clients before my shift is over.

“Next please,” she said after whisking away the still-orgasming girl and the guy happily titfucking himself. Where to? She didn’t really care.

Looking at the line, particularly the lady at the head of the line, Kerry amended her command. “No, not, you, you flat bitch. Here, have another cup on me.

“Make it a venti,” she added as the small-breasted lady’s shirt exploded and her breasts, jiggling with joy, bounced out, free of their long, cruel confinement. “You needed it.

“You,” Kerry shouted to one of the men staring at the woman trying desperately to cover her emphatically pronounced chest and wound up dropping to her knees, moaning, as she palmed her forever perky, always swollen and irresistibly sensitive new nipples. “The guy in the back with the hard hat. You got a big dick to go with those muscles? Never mind. I’ll take care of it. Get over here and forget about your wife. She can have you back when I’m done.”

She looked down at the boobs crushed by the sides of her station and resting heavily on the extremely low counter and said, “Uh, you don’t have a thing for really long legs do you?”

Picking herself up off of a bed filled with exhausted lovers hours later, Kerry looked at her long, lithe, and oh so fine legs—she’d fucked the construction worker for hours, and even included his wife in the orgy, in semi-evil gratitude for his good taste—in her mirror. After drinking them in, her gaze swept upwards over wide hips; slender waist; full chest, but not so full that she couldn’t move about gracefully; long neck, and a face pretty enough to make herself wet. She smiled and got wet. Light sparkled off the ‘G’ necklace as she turned.

Laughing at herself, she snapped her fingers and looked at the profile and back views in the mirror. Muscles looked good on her, in moderation, but she still hadn’t made up her mind about her hair. Right now it was long, dark, and wavy, but she’d had the best orgasms with short and blonde.

Go figure. she went ass-length blonde, switched the mirror back to the front view and slowly teased her always hungry clit.

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

“Yes, mirror, but she’s a bimbo. I’m a slut. An evil slut with unlimited power.”