Tim the Enchanter
����������� Tim strode
into the pulsing nightclub immaculately dressed in crimson zoot suit.� Going over to the bar he lit up a cigarette
and ordered a drink.� He tossed it back
and ran his fingers through his long blond hair.� He scanned the room for a pretty girl, threw
back another drink and strolled down to the dance floor.
����������� �He walked smoothly through the crowd,
effortlessly as if a primal energy about him was parting the crowd like the
����������� As his hand
slid down her back she stopped dancing and listened with delight. When he
concluded his message, he placed his hand ever so gently on her rear, and
stepped behind her, pressing his chest against her back.� They swayed together to the music a bit and
then he casually walked back to the bar.�
The two girls conferred with one another, and skipped along after him.
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����������� Tim took
the girls to his hotel room, a nice little suite on the first floor.� While Kelly took a shower, Tim and Jean were
busy in bed.� Jean�s common sensed asked
her what she was doing there, but there was something about the massive
man.� His touch was absolutely narcotic
and the way he smelled, the way he walked, the way he talked, it was all just
too much to resist.
����������� When they
were about to get started she expressed concern that he didn�t have a
condom.� But he wrapped his arms around
her waist, squeezing her against his chest, and whispered in her ear,
�everything will be alright, there�s nothing to worry about.�� His voice was hypnotic and before she knew it
they were in bed and he was thrusting his shaft deep inside her.
����������� His
movements were slow and methodical.� He
drew himself out slowly letting Jean�s wet vulva savor every moment, and then
plunged back into her with smooth precision.�
For Jean, each thrust was intoxicating; her vision swirled in ecstasy,
perception of time and space melted away as the massive man pistoned him thick,
warm member in and out of her.� Tim
leaned over and whispered softly in Jean�s ear, �Jean, tonight your dreams come
true,� and placed his hands upon her petite breasts.
����������� He was
rubbing his hands on her breasts and Jean could feel them getting hot.� Her nipples were burning, the heat spreading
through the rest of her chest, and her flesh began to bulge and squirm.� Tim began to massage them, almost as if he
was trying to milk her.� Jean could feel
her skin stretching like an over-inflated balloon.
����������� Jean looked
at her chest, her eyes and body sending frenzied signals to her brain.� Her small breasts had grown to the size of
grapefruits.� She was about to scream,
but Tim thrust into her again spreading the folds of her vagina and delivering
a strong dose of his masculine narcotic to her senses.
����������� Jean�s
fears left her, replaced by pure sensual joy.�
She breathed deep and basked in the experience, her large breasts felt
warm and their weight soothing against her chest.� She looked at them again; they were at least
the size of cantaloupes.
����������� Tim was
moving on though.� He ran his fingers
over her nipples and down her belly, sprouting thick white hairs in their
path.� Jean tried to say something but he
thrust into her again and sedated her concerns.
����������� As the hairs
squirmed up through her skin, Tim rolled her onto her chest and continued to
slowly pump in and out.� Jean moaned in
pleasure when she felt his penis pulling her vagina up high between her
buttocks.� She didn�t care anymore; a
gentle warmth was emanating from the moist fibers of her vagina hugging his
long thick member.� He continued to draw
out slowly building energy, then releasing it in waves as he plunged back in.
����������� Tim placed
his palm at the base of her spine and Jean could feel a bulging pressure building
there.� It felt as though her skin was
tearing open, some strange creature pushing its way to the surface.� Then Tim removed his hand to reveal a fluffy
white tail sitting proud atop her smooth round butt cheeks.
����������� He ran his
hands up her back and again white hairs grew, flowing up her torso.� He laid on her back breathing with her and
began toying with her ears.� He stretched
them out, making them long and hairy.� He
turned her head and kissed her long and full on the lips, exploring her mouth
with his moist meaty tongue.
����������� He began
kissing her neck, shoulders and chest.�
On her face he left a small pink nose and a few long, fine
whiskers.� She ran her fingers over her
face, inspecting her new features but she wasn�t shocked or scared
anymore.� She would do anything for this
man, anything to hear the music of his voice, feel the joy of his touch,
experience the warmth of his being flowing through her.
����������� He drew
himself out of her but didn�t stop working on his sculpture.� He began to massage Jean�s feet making them
thicker, longer and furrier.� But she
pleaded, �no don�t stop, come�come back�.�
A smile creeped across Tim�s face, he finished with her feet ran his
hands up and down her legs, covering them in the same white fur before granting
her wish.
����������� He drove
back into her, caressing her soft thighs with his large hands.� He laid down on her, pressing her massive
breasts against the bed and kept pumping in and out, in and out.� Slowly bringing out his shaft like a syringe
then injecting his serum into Jean�s welcoming womb.
����������� A wide
smile stretched across her face, and a joyous sigh escaped her lips.� Finally, he had given her his greatest
gift.� She could feel the warmth of his
juices flowing in her and quietly fell asleep as he finally pulled himself from
her.
����������� Tim stood
and looked at her for a moment.� She was
so peaceful lying on the bed caught in a dream, undoubtedly reliving the
experience.� He grinned, so proud of his
work, and strolled into the bathroom where Kelly was still taking her shower.
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����������� It was
several hours past midnight when the two rabbit-girls were spirited away from
their room and loaded into a large black van waiting in the alley.� A short bald man with a well kempt mustache
stood on the curbside talking with the tall blond magician smoking a cigarette.
����������� �Good work
as usual Tim.� When will these be giving
birth?�
����������� �The usual,
just a few days.� They�re already
starting to show.�
����������� �Mr. James
will be very pleased.� Here�s the rest of
your payment.�
����������� �Does he
have another request?� This is six more
than we agreed upon.�
����������� �Let�s call
it a down payment for your services in the future.� He doesn�t have anything else he desires at
the moment but he wants you to be assured that he would like to utilize your
services again sometime.�
����������� �Very well,
you know how to contact me.�
����������� �Indeed,
till we meet again?�
����������� �Yeah�