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SRU - Big Boobs or Not? By: Wholeman

DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I
wrote a story just to stretch my
creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any

resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely
coincidental.

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild
violence, bad words,
and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my

head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and
especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself
becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for
download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I
am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without
sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.) FF tg Magic cons
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Bianca was a chat-room Icon. Everyone loved her and cared deeply about
her. She would get hugs and well wishes from everyone who would visit, and
could be, found online frequently, due to being bed ridden from cancer.
Bianca was a warm and friendly T-Girl struggling with her illness, and
receiving much support from the community.

Everyone was concerned for Bianca's health, and one day a strikingly
pretty T-Girl, Jenny was walking through her local Mall, when lo and behold
she spied the infamous Spells R Us store, where no store should be.

Jenny, being a big hearted and kind person, and thought to herself, 'I
wonder if the wizard could help my friend.'

She walked through into the musty store, spying the well-known wolf
snoozing in front of the counter in the back. She walked through viewing
all of the strange potions, jewelry, costumes, and even spying an old
looking, 'Secret' deodorant stick.

She firmed up her resolve. She was half afraid of what might befall
her, but more concerned for her friend, she continued through the store
toward the back.

When finally she reached the counter, she stood there quietly and
patiently. After five minutes of standing there, the wolf opened his eyes
and let out a half snarl, half bay, lay his head back down and promptly
went back to sleep.

Jenny smiled to herself and softly said, "Thank you Mr. Wolf. Very
kind of you."

Th wolf half opened one eye and Jenny could swear that he smiled back at
her.

"Be right there Jenny," came the voice from behind the curtain.
Followed by a great deal of muffled muttering, "Mfgls, I just can't get it
to work out..." then, "WMMmfl, if that's the best that can happen..."

The curtain swirled open and an old man came striding out wearing an old
bathrobe covered in stars, moons, and strange symbols, "Sorry about that
Jenny. I knew you were here but I had to try one more time to make it come
out better... Never mind though. You are here to see if I can do
something for Bianca, correct?"

"I see your reputation is well deserved good sir," Jenny answered,
clutching her purse in front of her, as if to shield her self. She tried
to relax a bit and forced her arms to set the purse on the counter in front
of her. (Still gripping it mind you)

"No need to be nervous Jenny. You are one of the few customers I've
had, who is not looking for something that would benefit only them. I must
say I am genuinely impressed," he told her, his sharp eyes sparkling at
her.

"Um, thank you. Can you help Bianca? I don't have much money or really
anything of value, but you can have whatever is mine if you can cure
Bianca," Jenny offered with a tear forming in her eye.

"Well Jenny, normally I make a quick deal right here on the spot.
However for you, your friend Bianca, and the rest of your chat buddies,
I'll propose a deal," he took a deep breath, and his eyes took on a
saddened look. "I'm going to offer two deals, I want you to go back, and
between all of you especially Bianca, you have to choose one of the deals,
and then return to my store in one weeks time, with your decision, do you
understand so far?"

Jenny's face brightened some, and she nodded her head.

The wizard went on, "Deal number one. I'll get rid of the cancer.
Nothing more, and leave Bianca as she was before she became sick. This
option will cost one thousand dollars, in cash, gold, or bearer bonds."

Jenny nodded her head to indicate she understood, but the wizard knew
that it would be hard for her and her friends to scrape up even that
amount.

"The second option is cheaper. You give me the ten dollars in your
purse. Then Bianca will allow me to heal her, those are your options. The
only other stipulation that I make is that either option you choose, you
Jenny have to agree to do a little 'Scrooge' like time travel with me to
see the results, both ways," he smiled at her a sad little smile, "Now off
with you to share the good news with you friend."

Jenny didn't quite know how to take the proposals that the wizard had
offered but she rushed right home to her computer to put out the word.

The chat went back and forth for hours, where the pros and cons went
back and forth. Some would argue for the ten-dollar option.

However, it was swinging toward the other option...

<Bianca> I know that wizard from all of the stories written about him.
If we take the tendollar option, I'll wind up an empty headed bimbo with
huge tits, stripping and turning tricks.

<JennyLou> How, can we afford to pay the thousand-dollar option?

<BLinda> I can give one hundred and fifty dollars, if it will save
Bianca.

<Marryin> I think I can scrape together a hundred.

<Bianca> That is two fifty, I think I have the most wonderful friends in
the world!

<Bobbi> I think I can sell one of my stories and donate seventy dollars.

<JennyLou> Well if you all think that this is the way to go, I'll
scrape together fifty.

<Shirley> I can donate two fifty to save my friend Bianca.

<JennyLou> I think that the wizard wanted you to take the other option,
that's why he made it so cheap. I think he knew that you would choose the
expensive option and it made him sad. I'm still not sure this is the best
option to take...

<Bianca> I don't trust that wizard. In all the stories about him,
someone ends up with a huge set of breasts, among other things, which might
be undesirable. Sometimes he sees to it that when people try to take the
cheap way out, it winds up costing them more in other ways.

<JennyLou> I suppose your right.

<ShirleyEugest> I think you're right Bianca. I can send a hundred, to
help Bianca.

<BettyR> JennyLou, I have two hundred and fifty for Bianca's cure.

<Diane> I'll send eight dollars too, JennyLou.

<Bianca> That's the thousand, I have the bestest friends in the world!

<JennyLou> This response is all so wonderful, Bianca you are going to
be, cured!

<Bianca> CRBT (Crying Real Big Tears)

<BLinda> I'm so happy for your Bianca!



The chat continued like that for some time, with everyone happy that her
friend would be, cured.

Everyone sent their money to Jenny that week and she could hardly
contain her excitement. She felt just as though she was a little girl
before Christmas.

Finally, the day arrived and she went to the Mall and straight to the
Spells-R-Us store and then straight to the back counter.

The wolf looked up at her approach and Jenny smiled at him and pet his
head gently saying, "Hello again, Mr. Wolf, you are look well today."

Jenny could swear the wolf eyes bespoke of much more than a wolf behind
them, as he gazed up at her, "My you are a sweetie aren't you?" She kept
petting him and the wolf actually stood up and leaned into Jenny's leg
happily.

"I knew you were special Jenny. My wolf doesn't take to just anybody,"
the wizard told her, smiling broadly at her from the other side of the
counter.

"He's really a very nice wolf. I guess that most people are afraid of
him and I'll bet he knows that, so he stays away from them. I'm not afraid
of him anymore, so he knows it's okay," Jenny told him, completely
unruffled by the sudden appearance of the wizard.

"Why didn't you jump at my sudden appearance Jenny?" the old man had a
sly smile on his face, already knowing the answer to the question he asked.

Jenny straightened up to talk with the wizard, leaving the wolf beside
her led wagging his tail, "I just... well I just 'felt' you were there.
But then, you knew that."

"Yes of course. Now I'm sure you are anxious to finish our little
transaction," the wizard prompted still grinning like a proud father.

Jenny set her purse on the counter and pulled out a large wad of money,
"Here is your thousand dollars." She handed the money to the Wizard, who
took it and handed it, to the wolf that trotted off with it and disappeared
out of sight.

"I don't quite know what does with it either, but it makes him happy so
I indulge him," a smiling wizard told her.

"You know that came from many people who could ill afford to pay it..."
Jenny began, "If you were just going to toss it out..." Jenny saw that the
wizard's grin never slackened, never faltered as he stared into her green
eyes.

"You really wanted us to take the ten dollar option, didn't you?" she
stated as much as she questioned. "I thought as much. I tried to convince
the others, but there were too many who mistrusted you, especially Bianca."

Jenny quickly read the expression on the wizards face, as he lost his
grin, "Oh you poor dear." She leaned over the counter and hugged the old
man.

"I knew you only wanted the best for us. I'm sorry we didn't trust
you," Jenny kissed the side of his head "Do you want my ten dollars now?"

When she released him, she could see the old mans eyes gleaming.

"Yes Jenny, but the ten dollars isn't for Becky's cure..." his words
trailed away, "First, I want to take you on a journey, are you up for
that?"

"Yes," she replied without hesitation.

"Alright turn around then," he instructed her.

As she turned, she felt herself enveloped in a bathrobe much like the
wizards, although this one was white, with the same symbols as his, and a
conical cap likened to the cape.

It felt as if it snuggled her all over as it accepted her into its
folds. She had the feeling that it had a life of its own.

Unable to resist she let out a long low moan acknowledging the pleasure
it gave her, "It... it feels... so alive!"

"I'm glad you like it, this is yours to keep. As it will also keep
you," she heard over her shoulder, snapping her out of reveling in its
sensations.

"That is the closest thing to an orgasm that I've ever felt! Thank you
so much," she spun and kissed him, then hugged him again.

"Seldom to I get to experience such gratitude immediately after gifting
someone. It is much appreciated Jenny," he stated. "Before we go, you
should know that Bianca has been cured of her cancer since early this
morning."

"Yes, I knew. What happens now, has to be as well," Jenny stated, not
knowing quite why.

"Quite right. Let us be off then," the wizard took her hand and even
though their feet did not move, Jenny felt herself shifting places. That
is to say, they went somewhere, some when.

When her blurred surroundings solidified, she saw Bianca not more than a
few feet from her, near three thousand miles from where they were standing
moments before.

Looking about herself, she could see that the wizard and she were not
nearly as solid as their surroundings, "She cannot see or hear us can she?"

"You've done this before?" he asked, snickering knowing full well she
had not.

She watched intently as the scene before her unfolded.

Bianca was dressed and out of her bed, jumping up and down with Willard,
"I feel wonderful! Jenny did it! She beat that old skunk of a wizard.
I'm well and with no other ill side effect!" she hugged Willard tightly.

"I'm so happy for you Bianca. You look just as you did, before you
became sick!" Willard kissed her and held her tight.

Jenny hugged the wizard, "Oh thank you, she looks so happy and healthy.
I bet our friends will go nuts!"

"While I appreciate the hug, you might want to hold off until we finish
our little journey," the wizard warned her, and she could see that there
was bad news ahead.

The world around them blurred again. They leapt forward in time and
watched Bianca chatting happily on line.

Leaping forward again, Bianca was becoming more and more active as time
went on and the people on line heard from her less and less, and of course,
everyone understood that she had her life back. It was obvious that she
was as happy as any T-girl in her life, and having a rather average life
until far in the future, when old age took her.

"That was so wonderful. Thank you for allowing me to see the outcome of
our decision. She lived a beautiful life, if a bit solitary one," Jenny
had a tear flowing down her cheek, which the wizard wiped away for her.

"Yes, this is the life she will lead. Now I will show you the life she
could have had," the wizard waved his hand and the scene shifted.

Before Jenny's eyes, sat a lovely, if rather busty, young woman yet,
Jenny could see the resemblance to the Bianca that she knew. "Oh my God,
she's beautiful!" exclaimed Jenny.

The new Bianca was smaller and had tiny delicate features that bespoke
of her life long existence as a woman, even though Jenny knew that this was
not so. She watched as the lovely woman prepared herself for the day,
going through her morning routine, and it was obvious to Jenny that Bianca
was no longer a T-Girl, but now as completely a woman as if she had been
born that way.

Jenny watched as Bianca married the man she loved and they moved in
together, and she started down an exciting path of self-discovery. Her and
Willard's love grew with each passing day.

She continued to be a devoted contributor to the TG storyboards, and a
regular on the chat line. She was a big supporter of everyone through
their trials and tribulations which every sufferer of gender dysphoria
experiences.

Jenny also witnessed Bianca's conversion from cynic to believer in the
SRU wizard, and a conduit to him of needy people, usually warning them in
advanced that the price of their sex change would be large breasts as part
of the deal, although they could all see how happy she was and would know
it was the right decision immediately.

Jenny giggled when she saw her, remembering what Bianca had told her on
the chat. All in all Bianca had become a veritable dynamo, active in the
political theater, fighting for the rights of the Transgendered, and all
the while a devoted wife and mother. She finished out her years with an
almost legendary determination and verve for life.

Sex you ask? Throughout her life, and right up to the very end, Bianca
maintained a sexual appetite that could only be described a voracious. (If
the makers of Viagra had known how much of their product she was
responsible for her man buying, they would have made her their poster
child.)

Bianca and her mate were blessed with two lovely children, Jenny
thrilled, and then giggled as Bianca's tummy expanded with her pregnancies,
and she wept at both berthings as each baby was, brought into the world,
and being placed into the arms of a tired and weeping Bianca.

She watched the children grow and leave home, to have children of their
own and the grandchildren who visit their grandmother, as the years flew
by.

When Bianca finally succumbed to old age her bed was, surrounded by
weeping friends and family. Jenny herself was, openly blubbering, tears
rolling freely down each cheek.

Moments later Jenny was back at the shop and drastically in need of a
tissue.

"Remember your pledge Jenny you may never tell another sole what you
have seen tonight," the wizard reminded her, as he handed her the tissues.
"I tried so many different ways to assure that Bianca would accept my
offer, but no matter what, this was the best outcome I could manage.
Although there is one benefit you haven't heard yet."

Knowing full well that he expected her to ask, she acquiesced and said,
"What might that be, your wisdom?"

The wizard smiled proudly, "You know the proper form of address for
wizards. I am pleased. Your ten dollars has bought for you, my unselfish
lady, your fondest wish. You may not feel much different, but now you no
longer have an artificially created vagina. You are now genetically a
woman, right down to the monthly curses. There is only one additional cost
to this..." he trailed off.

"I know... go ahead, it will be worth what you've given me," she
grinned, already loosening her brassiere.

"I'll only give you a FF cup, if that will not be too unreasonable?" he
asked hopefully.

"You really do like big boobs!" she giggled, "Well, what are you waiting
for?" She felt her brassiere fill but not tighten on her, it was still
providing the increased support her new assets required. Additionally she
could see her dress push away from her body, billowing outward to
accommodate her new, enhanced bust line.

"You'll find your whole wardrobe has adjusted to accommodate your new
measurements," he informed her.

Jenny threw her arms around the wizard and hugged him whole-heartedly,
then gave him a little kiss, "You are such a lecher, and a lovely good
hearted man!"

"Shh, don't let the wolf hear you say that," he cautioned, looking
around to make certain that he was nowhere near to them.

"You even love that scruffy old wolf, and don't you try to deny it," she
teased, "You're not finished yet either, so fess up, what else do you have
up your sleeve?"

The wizard actually blushed, (the first time in decades) and looked into
Jenny's eyes, "You are an unrealized wielder. You're a potential wizard
even, but at the very least a powerful Witch. You will need a little
tutoring in the arts, but I can see great potential."

The wizard paused and took a deep breath, "I do not make this offer
often or lightly, would you like to apprentice to me? It is seldom that I
find anyone, who cares so much for others, with such a good heart. I would
never give anyone access to such great power, without being certain that
they will use it only for the good of others."

"The first thing that you must learn is that a price must always be
paid, by the object of the magic. I usually charge the subject fair value
in... ahem, well... beautification. I have them help me make the world a
bustier place," he was grinning ear to ear.

"You'll find that you can both punish and reward evil doers. Give them
a better life than the one they will have should they continue traveling
down the road they are, on. You can make them happier, as well as the many
other people that they will service in their new lives," he smiled
remembering some of the thieves, bullies, and murderers he had sent off to
better, happier, and more productive lives over the centuries.

Jenny watched the wizard in his reverie, "I've read about many of your
deeds." She suddenly had to ask, "Do you really know leprechauns, fairies,
and witches?"

"As will you, if you wish to become the wizard that I know is within
you," he held her hand gazing deeply into her eyes, awaiting her answer.

"Why me, I've never even had a magic kit. How do you know I could be a
wizard?" she was denying what they both knew was true.

"Don't try to teach your grandfather how to chew, my dear. You know as
well as I do. You can feel that it is the truth, don't you? You have
always felt things... unlike most people," he stopped and took her hand,
"I'll need to hear an answer from you. My telepathy does not work as well
on those who have as much natural ability as you do Jenny," he waited
expectantly.

"If it will allow me to help people, I'd like for you to teach me. I
have to ask though, will I have to give big boobs to all of the people I
help?" she asked warily.

"You will have to work out the price you must extract on your own, but
boobs are what you will have to start with, until you are ready to solo,"
he smiled and winked.

"I guess as far as costs go, that's not so bad. You knew already that I
would accept. That's why you gave me the robe and hat. You saw this on
one of your trips didn't you?" she accused, the old wizard who smiled back
at her slyly. "Now if you don't mind... come into the back, my store is
about to be vandalized and I think you will enjoy helping to decide their
fates."

Jenny saw immediately the large clear crystal with a large flat facet,
on its topmost plane. The crystal was glowing with light seemingly
emanating from its interior.

The wizard explained, "Crystal balls are okay for some, I prefer the
crystal monitor, it has a better resolution," he smiled and beckoned her
over to it.

As she approached it, she noticed the image of the outer part of the SRU
store, where two scruffy looking delinquents approached it, armed with
baseball bats. They looked around warily to ensure no one else was
approaching the store and then dashed inside.

The Image shifted to the interior.

"'Kay dude let's start trashing the place and when the old geezer that
runs this place comes out, we give him a light whack to get his attention.
Don't get enthusiastic like last time, you crushed that old china man's
skull, probably killed the bugger. Just enough to hurt 'im, we'll need him
to open the register and any safe he has in this place."

The one with the heavy bat replied, "Yah, Yah, let's get started
trashing!"

"Will you look at this stuff? This is one kinky old dude! Hey man
check out this ballerina costume," the sandy blonde pointed to the pink
costume with the net skirt around its waist.

"You dumb sleaze," the sorter, red haired one started.

Jenny saw the wizard whisper into the crystal, "That would look good on
you!"

The red haired delinquent repeated the wizard word for word, "that would
look good on you!"

"Fuck you," the retort came quickly.

Jenny felt inspired so just as the wizard had she whispered and the
blonde repeated her.

"Why don't you just go away and play with the Barbie doll in front of
you, you sissy!" he finished.

As each had told the other, so did the both of them, compulsively begin
complying.

"Hey what's happening, I can't stop," the blonde guy yelped as he took
down the costume and shucked his filthy clothes.

The red hair one picked up the Barbie, noticing that this particular
doll had the biggest set of breasts he'd ever seen on a doll, "Phil look at
this thing. Damn, I love girls with big hooters!"

Phil, now naked and slipping on his pink panties, "Help me Al, something
is forcing me to put this thing on," he pleaded, but began pulling up the
pantyhose up his legs, "You know these feel damn good, Phyllis!"

Across the room, Phil had his own problems. His chest was expanding
like one of those self-inflating rubber rafts. He reached up to touch,
what his mind refused to believe, but his eyes were telling him was
happening and exclaimed, "Ohhhhhh! That feels soooooooo goooood!"

Al found the bra that went with the costume. Amazed at the incredible
size he blurted, "30 LL cup, this costume must belong to some big tittied
silicone nympho slut!" Right about then, he noticed Phil's predicament,
"Damn Phyllis your boobs look big enough to for this bra!" However Al
didn't offer the immense undergarment to the mammarily enhanced Phil,
instead Al stretched the band way out and fastened it around his own chest.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, you lesbian whore!" Phil shot back, as he
felt his underpants tighten up on his butt and creep into the
ever-increasing crease in his crotch.

"'Lesbian?' You're the lesbian, Phyllis! You booby bimbo!" Al replied,
finally starting to notice that his own chest was beginning to swell, as he
stepped into the tutu.

Phil's hands were still clutching his immense tits, and didn't notice
his pants become smokey colored nylons, just like the doll was wearing, and
his Nikes change into stiletto heels, "Oh, my boobs feel so, uh!" His huge
nipples were erect and sticking out like two C cell batteries.

"Ho... Eh, hem... How," Al tried to ask but his voice kept cracking,
going higher and squeakier each time he spoke, "How do I look?"

Phil turned toward Al, now wearing a mini-skirt and a white silk blouse,
pushed out disproportionately, his delicate little hands still squeezing
his nipples, and his full ruby red lips slightly parted, a look of ecstasy
on his pretty face.

"Oh Phyllis, you look good enough to eat!" the shrinking buxom blonde
told her.

Phyllis bit her lip seductively, "Alice, I... I want you..."

Al stood up, but could only stand En-Pointe, but even so, he only came
up to 5' 2" tall. His enormous breasts jiggling about, his heart shaped
ass flaring femininely and his long Blonde hair in a ponytail that reached
down to the bottom of his pink tutu encased ass.

Al was staring at Phyllis with unconcealed lust, "Phyllis, can I touch
them baby?"

Jenny giggled and whispered to the wizard, "Can we make them, lesbian
lovers and a Duet strip act?"

He smiled, and pointed to the crystal, "Go ahead tell them what they are
becoming, anything you say, they will be..."

Jenny smiled mischievously, "You two love each other more intensely than
life itself. Your favorite food is the vaginal fluids or your lover. You
will never be jealous of each other, and love to share your bed with other
lesbians. At least twice a year you will each have an uncontrollable
yearning for the feeling of live cock meat sliding in and out of your
vaginas, which grows stronger every hour until you can fuck the hell out of
any man lucky enough to cross your path, at least one for each of you.
Since you love each other so much, you will enjoy sharing your men, when
you go into heat on Valentine's Day and Thanksgiving. Additionally on
Valentine's Day, you will have an uncontrollable desire to suck a man's
cock, and then share your mouthful of semen with your lesbian lover, but
only after you have a cunt full of sperm. After that you will need to
clean each other's pussys out with your tongues, until you both experience
multiple orgasms."

Jenny took a breather and continued on, "Phil, your name is Phyllis
Flauntess. You are an exotic dancer who performs with her lesbian lover,
Alice Likinboobie."

"Al, your name is now Alice Likinboobie, and likewise you perform as an
exotic dancer with Phyllis Flauntess with whom you make love six times a
day, rain or shine," she instructed. "Alice Likinboobie and Phyllis
Flauntess are both submissive and timid girls who find it hard to believe
that other girls don't have large breasts and lick-able lovers in their
lives. You two love to seduce women with huge breasts into having lengthy
lesbian love making sessions when ever you can manage."

Jenny turned to the wizard, smiled, and asked, "Do you think that is
enough?"

He replied by whispering into the crystal, "Phyllis, every time Alice
says out loud that she wished you had bigger breasts, your breasts grow a
full cup size. Alice, whenever Phyllis says aloud that she wishes you had
bigger boobs, your breasts will also grow one full cup size, until just
before your breasts are too big for you to walk on your own. You both will
be aware of this, after you consummate your love for each other."

The two hugely breasted women were stripping each other as fast as they
possibly could.

"Oh god Phyllis, I love these beautiful breasts," Alice enthused as she
removed Phyllis's brassiere and started caressing them.

"Dear lord Alice I love you so much, and if you keep at this I'm going
to orgasm standing up. Uh ooh, um..." Phyllis stood with her eyes closed,
her hands quivering uncontrollably at her side, and her knees weak from her
intense ecstasy.

Phyllis gathered all her strength and forced her hands up to Alice's
impressive rack, to caress her in return, but the feel of Alice's breasts
was so overwhelming, she fell forward to place her face against the upper
part of Alice's tutu.

Alice held Phyllis's head against her bosom with one hand while undoing
the fasteners of her tutu, and begin to shuck it.

Phyllis was communing with the 'Goddess of Glandular Excess' as Alice
stripped off the tutu and undid her brassiere, and damn near went insane
when Alice pulled the lacy undergarment from underneath her face, leaving
skin to skin contact, which revived Phyllis immensely.

Phyllis began licking Alice's pillowy soft bosom, eliciting a, "Ohhhhhh,
uuummmmm," from Alice. She tucked her thumbs into Alice's pantyhose and
started to slip them down, as she ran her tongue down Alice's cleavage,
towards her nipples. Stopping there for and extended and mind numbing
nipple suck. Alice swooned and dragged Phyllis down toward the floor with
her as she went.

The wizard made complicated hand movements, and spoke a series of
strange sounding words.

Phyllis, never reached the floor with Alice, instead they landed on a
huge pink bed together, breasts bouncing around together as they hit the
soft mattress.

"Alice baby, I need you," called Phyllis, her right hand between her
thighs, working furiously away on her vulva.

Alice, somewhat recovered, crawled between Phyllis's thighs and applied
her tongue to the hot moist and smooth pussy she found there.

Phyllis was so deeply in the grip of her ecstasy, she orgasmed
torrentially after only a few minutes of Alice's tongue-lashing, "Oh god...
oh god...OH GOD!"

Phyllis's back arched violently, her hands had a death grip on the
sheets, and her vaginal fluids burst out to cover Alice's pretty face.

Alice stayed where she was and licked Phyllis's pussy clean. Once that
was, done she crawled up to the lovely face of the transformed Phyllis and
French kissed her until she started to rouse from her rapture.

Phyllis grasped Alice and held her tight as she rolled her over, with
herself winding up on top, where she started ministering to Alice's immense
mammaries. She slipped her fingers inside Alice's sopping wet cunt and
started giving her an intense finger banging, quickly working her to a
screaming orgasm.

Phyllis moved her face to Alice's bald slit and began tongue fucking her
right back to another orgasmic precipice and then right over it, soaking
the bed once again with her feminine bodily fluids.

The two fell asleep cuddled together blissfully, but not until after
Alice set the alarm clock to wake them in time to get to work, at the strip
joint where they are employed as a duet.



The wizard asked Jenny, "Well how did you like your first excursion into
the realm of magic and wizardry?"

"I think it was a beautiful thing. The way we were able to take the
lives of those two losers, give them love, and make them into assets to the
community. What would have been their futures had you not intervened?"
Jenny asked.

"Al and Phil would have robbed a convenience store down the street and
killed the curator, but got away that time. In two weeks, they would have
robbed a bank and killed ten hostages before the police sharpshooters
killed both of them.

"Now how long will they live?" Jenny asked the wizard.

"About 75 years, it becomes harder to be precise that far into the
future," he answered. "I am glad that you realize that without the ability
to see the future ramifications to your meddling, no matter what your
intentions, you can make things in this world worse and not better.

"You should go home now Jenny, and I'll see you tomorrow," he told her
giving her a friendly hug.

Jenny hugged the wizard back and told him, "Thank you so much for all
you have done."

"It was my pleasure. By the way, you need not remove the robe, simply
think of the garment you wish it to appear to be and that is what it will
become," the wizard coached.

"What time should I be here?" Jenny asked as her robe morphed into the
same outfit she had arrived in.

"Time? Whenever you like, time has little meaning for us. By the way,
the clothes you arrived in are at your home hanging in your closet," he
said answering the very question on Jenny's mind.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Jenny called to the wizard as she left to
return home.



That evening on line, Jenny imparted the news to her friends:



<JennyLou> You guys are not going to believe what happened at the
wizards shop today.

<Bianca> Jenny I know that you succeeded in giving me back, my life.
Thank you so much dear one.

<BLinda> She, did it? Wonderful!

<JennyLou> I knew about Bianca already. The wizard showed me. That's
not the news that wanted to tell everyone.

<Shirley> I am so happy for Bianca.

<Bobbi> Oh My God, Jenny. Do you have huge boobs now?

<Marryin> Jenny has big boobs? You poor dear, that darned wizard!

<Bianca> Did that fiend give you huge breasts because of me?

<JennyLou> Well I do have big boobs now, but it was not because of
Bianca.

<ShirleyEugest> I am so sorry Jenny, he shouldn't have done that.

<BettyR> I knew that wizard couldn't be trusted!

<JennyLou> Wait a minute. I asked him for the boobs, and he is not a
fiend!

<Diane> You asked for big boobs?

<Bianca> Did he mess with your mind Jenny?

<JennyLou> No Bianca, he made me his new apprentice! I am going to be
a wizard too one day!

[Long Pause]

<Bianca> You are going to be a wizard? So what does that mean?

<JennyLou> Well for one thing it means that I won't be in the chat near
as much as I used to. It also means that one day I might visit each of you
with a deal, and the price of becoming a GG, will be becoming a GG with big
boobs.

<JennyLou> I want each of you to consider the price long and hard. I
didn't have to. I knew it was worth it to me.

<JennyLou> You will know it is me by the white robe with symbols on it
and the big set of boobs. I love you all and will be seeing each of you
one day soon. Huggles!

The End
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Chapter 18 Training

Karick and Swindon-Smythe sat in the small office and waited for their
boss to arrive. As the newest employees of the Cyaxares corporation they
were unsure of what their jobs would entail. Both put their coffee cups
down as they heard the outside door of the suite open, and stood when Alan
and Mr. Wilkins entered. Alan gestured for them to sit, and they did.

Karick figured his job would be primarily concerned with security; he
was, after all, a former intelligence agent. Swindon-Smythe was less sure.
The last month had been rough on him, mostly imprisoned in the secure
office two doors down from Wilkins's own space. The new office was just a
few floors down from his former jail, in the same building in midtown
Manhattan, almost all the way east, near the United Nations. Three or four
evenings a week, as his end of the semester schedule allowed, Alan had come
to question him, and though he did not want to betray any of the secrets of
his former employer, Lord Thornbow, all of the confidences came pouring out
of him in a torrent of candor; he knew why he was unable to hold back, and
it softened the blow.

Karick had approached Alan, at home in Westchester, two days after
Christmas. He had watched Mr. and Mrs. Marshall leave the house, all
dressed up for a night out, and then knocked on the door. Alan had
answered, and they stared at each other for more than a few seconds, and
something weird happened inside Karick's mind, something he didn't quite
understand even now, two weeks later. All of the details of his operation
against the boy came spilling out of him as they sat in the den of the
Marshall house. In the end Karick was worried that Alan was going to have
him eliminated, but these fears turned out to be groundless; instead an
offer of employment was proffered and promptly accepted. Alan gave him two
weeks of leave to gather up his wife and daughter, and with the new
identities provided by Mr. Wilkins, relocate them out of harm's way; as
Karick sat in his new office across a table from his boss and his boss's
lawyer the tan he had acquired in Australia, where he got his family
settled, was only just starting to fade. He felt fit and alive, a stark
change from the past year which had mostly been spend sitting in cars and
offices on stake-outs, first watching Jean-Pierre Massimo, and then Alan.

Alan had breezed through his exams and papers; his power allowed inhuman
bouts of concentration coupled with the ability to eschew sleep as was his
will. He spent a minimum of two hours of each day honing his mental
abilities, and slept only every other day for three hours, with short naps
after exercising his mind powers. He began with a process he called memory
mining, for lack of a better term. Until then he had mostly limited
himself to using the powers of Paishiya'uvada to compel people to do his
biding; he got information from his subject by compelling them to speak to
him truthfully. Now, with barely an effort after hours of tiring practice
he could actually dig into people's minds, finding all he needed within
them, and without their needing to be questioned. All of his other free
hours had been dedicated to plowing through Massimo's notes. He also
practiced planting false memories into others, but for some reason found
that more difficult.

When Karick had returned from Down Under two evenings earlier Alan had
spent a good deal of time inside his head with his new skill;
Swindon-Smythe had been "mined" previously, and what he had learned from
him, coupled with what had come out in the interrogation sessions had at
once chilled him and reassured him. Thornbow, though very knowledgeable
about the Seeds of Paishiya'uvada and the Orbis Tertius, possessed far far
less than what was contained in Massimo's files.

The meeting went quickly; Karick indeed was put in charge of security,
primarily Alan's personal security, and Swindon-Smythe was assigned the
task of retrieving the rest of Jean-Pierre's research, scattered as it were
across the globe in four locations. Alan left the details to be spelled
out by Wilkins, who in addition to his lawyerly duties was now the CEO of
Cyaxares LLC, ostensibly an international consulting company dealing in all
things concerning archeology; Alan was the president of the company, but
the lawyer was going to do most of the work.

The company did in fact have a number of fairly lucrative contracts with
various Middle Eastern and Central Asian countries, most prominently with
the government of Israel, and had a staff of fifty or so antiquarians and
researchers, based out of an office in Rome, though they spent most of
their time in the field. The head of operations, a former university
professor named Bernard Lawson, had flown in the week before to meet Alan
and Wilkins to update them on the current status of the company's projects
and contracts. Alan had been impressed with the man's erudition and
management skills; Lawson agreed to the contract extension he and Wilkins
offered him.

Karick began assembling a team to keep Alan from being kidnapped again,
and another to begin surveillance on Thornbow. Alan had insisted, and
Karick had agreed (though it made the task more difficult) that Alan's
security be as unobtrusive as possible. He wanted guards, he just didn't
want to see them. He also agreed to have a miniscule transponder implanted
subdermally, so that if he ever was taken again the security would be able
to track him electronically, and he had a panic button installed on his
cell phone.

By the end of the week Swindon-Smythe was ready to leave. His
appearance was altered by Alan. Formerly he was a slight man of average
height, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Now he stood six feet even, light
blue eyes, light brown hair, and a broad beefy frame. Wilkins arranged for
papers in his new name, Harry Medford; his flight to Lisbon left Saturday
morning. A town car picked him up from his corporate apartment. Alan
expected him back in a month, for after Portugal he was headed to Damascus,
then to Singapore, and finally to San Francisco; in each city the
arrangements would take a week or longer to deal with; his orders were to
contract with bonded couriers to fly from New York and meet him in each
city once he had retrieved his bundle, and customs officials had to be
bribed.

Kate was looking forward to going back to school. It wasn't that she
disliked being home, but the freedom of college living agreed with her. It
was somewhat startling that first night home when her parents asked her
where she was going as she was preparing to leave after dinner. She was
just so used to coming and going as she pleased without informing them; she
didn't resent it, and in fact her relationship with her folks had never
been better, a combination of the two of them seeing her as an adult now
that she was an undergraduate, and Kate's own regimen of self-improvement.
She kept up with her volunteer work, and was in general far more nice to
people then she was before, less inclined to judge people by their social
standing and popularity.

This "new" Kate was working for her, and she had far more friends then
she used to have, and the quality of her friendships was much better than
in the past. Take Scarlet, example; the "old" Kate would have barely
tolerated her as a roommate, to say nothing of a friend. OK, she was a
nice enough person to be sure, but she didn't dress as fashionably as girls
she used to pick as friends--she wasn't as cool.

But she liked her. A lot. Maybe too much. Especially since Scarlet's
revelation that she was bisexual and confining her partners to other women
for the duration of her college years.

The dreams were getting to her. Every so often Kate had wildly erotic
dreams about being with other women sexually. The first was the night
after Scarlet told her that she was a Lesbian Until Graduation. So potent
were these dreams that whenever she had them she awoke to drenched
bedclothes and sheets. Each time she was jerked out of her slumber by
these powerful fantasies she had to masturbate, further wetting herself
with vaginal secretions. She had asked Scarlet what she should get her for
Christmas, and her roommate had asked her to consider girl-girl sex. They
laughed, Kate nervously, Scarlet jokingly, but Kate was indeed considering
it. She had, since last March, always used Alan as her jerk off fantasy,
but more and more the thoughts of sex between her and Scarlet, or her and
other attractive girls she knew, were intruding . Sometimes they even
popped into her mind when she was having sex with Alan, especially when he
went down on her.

Now, with just three days remaining before the dorms reopened on Monday,
she was almost going out of her mind with anxiety. It was becoming harder
and harder for to deny the fact that she was attracted to girls, and the
conflict brewing within her soul was almost sickening. It was early
evening, and she was waiting to hear from Alan. His parents were leaving
for a long weekend in Caribbean and she was going to drive over after they
left for the airport.

"You're biting your nails again, sis," Pauline called over from the
other side of the Van Devanter's living room. "Anything the matter?" her
sister asked, putting down the paper.

Kate ceased and desisted from chewing a cuticle, and look over at
Pauline. She was dressed up for a date with her new boyfriend, Brian Lacy,
waiting for him to pick her up.

"Nah, s'nuthin. I'm OK."

"Good," her sister responded, punctuating this with a warm smile.

"Thanks for asking. So how are things with you and Brian going?"

"Really good. He's such a gentleman, maybe too much of a gentleman."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know. He's very nervous around me, around girls in general.
He might be a really handsome guy, and a jock n'all, but he could barely
work up the nerve to hold my hand at the movie on our first date. I'm
loosening him up though," she added with a giggle.

Kate giggled too. "How loose?"

"Well," Pauline laughed, "last week at the movies he managed to put his
arm around me, but he did recoil when I put his hand on my boob."

"Maybe he's gay," Kate joked.

"No, I'm pretty sure he's not. After awhile he did put his hand back,
plus he's a real good kisser. It's kind of a nice change, you know, being
the assertive one, you know after Alan. God, Alan was so commanding. I
gave him my virginity before I even knew what was hap--"

"You what!" Kate shrieked bemusedly, knowing that Alan had fucked her.

"Oops! Little too much information there, huh, sis? Oh well, wasn't a
secret or anything, just don't tell mom or dad."

"So how was he, Alan, I mean?" Kate asked, her high level of interest
shining across her face.

"Unbelievable," Pauline sighed, not knowing that Kate was one person who
really could believe it. Pauline was lost on her reverie for a few
seconds, broken only by the sound of the doorbell ringing and Conchita
letting Brian inside. "If I can't bring Brian along soon I might just give
Alan a call. I'm kidding, of course, I'd never do that to Brian, but the
thought is very tempting." She exited to the giggling all around.

Kate sat around for most of another hour waiting for Alan to call,
reading the latest New Yorker. She was going to give that guy a piece of
her mind. The nerve! Stealing the innocence of her underage sister!



When she pulled into the Marshall's driveway Alan was waiting there, and
before she could cut the engine and get out of the car he opened the
passenger door and slipped in next to her.

"Where are we going?"

"Video store and take-out. OK?"

"Sure," she said, a small smile on her lips. "What do you want for
take-out, pizza or Chinese?" she asked when she stopped at the stop sign
before the turn onto Westervelt Road.

"In the mood for some Thai? There's that new little place on State
Street that I've been wanting to try."

In response she punched him in the arm.

"What he hell was that for?" he asked, grinning, The blow not being very
hard. "OK, OK, no Thai. Pizza?"

"Thai is fine," she mock-snarled. "That was for Pauline. She sorta let
it slip before that you took her virginity, and I had to pretend I didn't
know."

"Oh. That. It was last spring. Does it bother you? I didn't hurt
her."

Kate paused before answering, biting her lip. "No, not really. I mean,
she was your girlfriend and all. I mean, when I slept with you I actually
had a boyfriend, and I never thought what we did was wrong. Well, I did at
the beginning, but that soon passed," she chuckled. "She said you were
unbelievably good, and I held my tongue at that. I know how good you are."

"You're giving me a swelled head!"

They got a movie first, and then to the Thai place where they got green
curry with chicken, pad thai, and sticky jasmine rice. Back at his house
Kate unpacked the bags while Alan was in the kitchen retrieving dishes,
flatware, soft drinks, and glasses. They started the movie and sat in the
den, eating off the coffee table. When the food was consumed they paused
the tape and did the dishes together. When they went back to the couch
Kate curled up in his arms.

"So how was she? Pauline, I mean. We, uh, never really talked about it
before," she asked as the end credits rolled up the television.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked suspiciously

"Yeah. I promise, it wont bother me."

Alan took his time in framing his response. "Uh, different than you."

"Good answer. Very," she paused searching out the right word,
"Diplomatic."

He laughed. "I'll show you 'diplomatic,' lassie," he bellowed as he
grabbed her and pushed her off the couch and then chased her up to his
bedroom, Kate cackling all the way. She stopped short at the entrance and
Alan crashed into her, sending the pair of them tumbling through the
doorway and falling over onto the carpeting. Alan picked her up and stood,
throwing her onto the bed, and she loosed a giddy scream. Almost instantly
he was on top of her, caressing her body through her clothes, his lips
plastered to hers. They made out for a while, and then Alan rolled onto
his back while the two of them caught their breath.

"What are you in the mood for tonight?"

"Surprise me," she said looking into his eyes, her own twinkling.

"Wait here," he said after a short kiss and then got off the bed and
went over to the closet, and Kate slipped out of her clothes. He pulled a
small bag from the closet and carried to his bed stand. The first thing he
pulled out was her old butt plug, a device Kate hadn't seen in months,
since high school. She giggled, but her arousal increased just by looking
at it. Not asking her permission to insert it he gave her a light smack on
her thigh, and she rolled over dutifully. He slowly pushed it up her
hairless pussy, hearing a throaty moan in response. Once it was
sufficiently lubricated he worked it up her tightest passage, and she
couldn't help but to pant and purr.

"Feels so good, Alan. Yesssssss."

"What did you call me?"

"Master," she quickly corrected. "Feels so good, Master." He couldn't
see her face because she was facing away and face down, but she was lit up
like Shea Stadium for a night game.

He gave her a playful swat on her rear and ordered her to turn over and
put her hands up over her head. Before she knew what was happening each of
her wrists was attached to separate restraints which Alan then tied to the
headboard with a length of cord.

"Hmmm. This is new, Master. I think I'm gonna like this," she
whispered.

"I'm sure you will," he shot back, slowly drawing his fingers across her
moistening pussy, eliciting a soft groan. Alan laid down on the bed, his
mouth inches from Kate's wet cleft. The sensation of his warm breath
against her nether lips was insanely maddening to her, the teasing of the
act almost unbearable. Her pink nipples firmed up, the rings shining in
the soft lighting of his bedroom.

"Please," she whined. "Lick me, please."

"'Lick me please, Master,'" he reminded her, tapping lightly on the
protruding end of her butt plug to emphasize his point.

"Yes," she gasped. "Maaaaasterrrrr." Her entire body began to heave as
best it could in the bonds as Alan stuck his tongue in her, tracing light
patterns over her labia, but exasperatingly he was avoiding her hot clit
for the most part. To make matters worse for her, just as she was about to
reach her peak he stopped and withdrew his head from between her thighs.

"Hmmm," he said languidly as he inserted one of his fingers halfway up
her tight pussy before using it to slowly stir her juices around. "I
wonder."

"Wonder what? Master," she managed to say through her panting and
gasping. So close! So very close!

"Well, you seem to like it when I play with your pussy, don't you,
slave? When I lick it." Kate nodded vigorously.

"I wonder," he repeated, trailing off.

"Ah ah ah. W-wonder what, M-master?"

"When I was eating you, what were you thinking about? Who were you
thinking about?"

Kate flushed, redness spreading all over her face and chest. He knew!
How the fuck did he know? As Alan licked and played with her just now she
wasn't thinking about him, but rather Scarlet. The shame of the idea of
being with her bi roommate was furthering her arousal, and somehow Alan
sensed this. Son of a bitch. "What are you talking about, Alan, I mean,
Master?"

"You were thinking of Scarlet, weren't ya?"

"No," she gasped. Alan had increased the rhythm of his manipulations
upon saying Scarlet's name, and she realized that her lie was pathetic.

"Admit it," he cajoled, sinking another finger to her soupy channel, and
Kate groaned in response, afraid to speak lest she spill the beans. "Come
on, say it. You think about Scarlet eating your pussy when I go down on
you."

"Noooooo," she moaned, and Alan slowed his fingering.

"Say it, and I'll let you come, slave."

"P-p-please, please let me come," Kate gasped.

"Admit it, slave, you fantasize about being with Scarlet. It makes you
wet."

Kate's eyes shot open, thinking about all the soaked sheets and panties
she had washed in the last month. An orgasm of epic proportions was
building within her, and she shook her head from side to side in an attempt
to deny what Alan was suggesting. Droplets of sweat flew off the ends of
her hair, spraying about his bedroom, but her mouth gave in at last.
"Yesssss, Scarlet," she screamed, her body racked with tremors. Juice
spurted from her folds, drenching Alan's hand as she shook and trembled in
orgasm. Her thighs clamped together, trapping his hand in her hot pussy
while she cried in release. The shakes finally passed and Alan extricated
his hand from her pussy, and had positioned himself next to her on the bed,
gently kissing her face, licking the drool of from around her lips.

"Feel better?"

She nodded.

"The truth always feels better, doesn't it?"

She nodded again, looking down across her body in the process. Her
thighs were glistening with her girl-come, gleaming from her pussy straight
down past her knees. It already began to feel sticky down there, and she
would have liked a shower, or, at the very least, the opportunity to wipe
herself down with a towel, but she was still tied to the headboard, and
thought better of asking Alan--tonight, her Master--for the chance to clean
up. She let out a satisfied sigh and looked at his face.

"How, how did you know?" she asked, her embarrent written across her
once-again blushing face.

"When the subject is 'What turns on Katie Van Devanter' I consider
myself an expert," he retorted with a laugh, and she laughed with him.

"Yeah, you push my buttons like no one can."

"So, are you going to?" he asked a little while later, breaking off a
hot and heavy kissing session.

"Am I going to, what? Master."

"Scarlet," he said, grinning slightly.

"Are Scarlet and I going to, uh, do it? Is that what you're asking,
Master."

"'Do it?'" he repeated back to her, his gaze level and slightly
intimidating.

"Uh, make love?" She could tell by his expression that this wasn't the
phrase he was wanting to hear.

"Fuck. Are you and Scarlet going to fuck?"

"I, uh, I will if you, like, want me to, Master."

"No, Kate, no. No taking the easy way out here. I know it's easier for
you to do things if I order you to, or if you can rationalize that way, but
it's me, Alan, asking you, Kate, if you plan on having a sexual encounter,
if you plan to fuck Scarlet. Forget 'Master.'"

Kate bit her lip, her mind racing a mile a minute. As she spoke her
lips began to tremble, and her answer came in the barest if whispers. "I
want to. I want to f-fuck Scarlet. I want her to eat me out. To eat my
pussy, and to eat hers."

Alan wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye, but that was the
full extent of her crying; had had expected more. "OK," he whispered back
soothingly, and held her around her torso, kissing her upward-extending
bound arms softly until she was still again. He touched her face and she
inhaled sharply. "Now back to the fun, my little horny slave."

"Yes, Master, yes," Kate exclaimed as he got on top of her and pushed
his cock into her sopping wet snatch. She came in less than a minute, her
pussy walls clenching down on his hot shaft, more and more girl juice
squirting out of her pussy and around his dick, soaking both of them where
they were joined. Alan dropped his head down to her pink nipples and
sucked on them, toying with the gold rings with the end of his tongue, and
this set her off again, her mind awash with the sensations of the moment
and the anticipation of what waited for her back in the dorm when she and
her roommate returned from break on Monday. "Coming, Master, coming again,
OH GOD YES!" she growled as his fucking took her on that magic ride to
ecstasy again and again, her body convulsing in release every few minutes
until her stamina failed her and she could only quiver and moan as Alan
continued to screw her. Her last feeling before passing out was a monster
of an orgasm she experienced simultaneous to shooting his come into her wet
passage. She awoke a while later, her arms released, cuddled up with Alan
spooning behind her, his crotch wedged into her so that he was putting a
small amount of pressure on the protruding end of her butt plug, and she
ground her ass back into him, enjoying the sensation of fullness in her
bottom. She knew he had awakened when she felt him start to play with her
nipple rings.

"I'm gonna call my parents and let them know I wont be home until
morning, OK?" she asked, and he agreed.

Clicking off her cell phone she got back into bed and snuggled up to
him, and he spooned her as before. His hands on her breasts were extremely
arousing to her, and it was a small struggle to make conversation.

"I wonder what it'll be like, uh, fucking Scarlet."

"You'll never know if you don't try."

"Sometimes I think I'm a pervert," she sighed.

"Oh, and what does that make me? Hmm?" he said, pinching her nipples
until they hardened under his fingers.

"Boys are," she paused, thinking this through, trailing off. "Guys are
different. Your fantasies are supposed to be, well, uh, more, uh," but she
couldn't articulate what she was trying to say. "What bugs the shit out of
me is that I like it so much. When we went back to the Master/slave thing
I really liked it! I was so wet just thinking about the plug, and
following your orders, and I loved it, but a small part of me thinks that
its wrong. And the worst part is, I'd do it all again at the drop of a
hat. Scarlet even picked up on it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it was kind of funny, see. The day she told me about being a
lesbian--I mean bi-- she said she thought I wouldn't get too upset by it,
and I asked her why, and she said any girl with nipple rings and a shaved
vagina is kinky to begin with, so a little lesbianism wouldn't betoo much
to deal with. SHE KNEW!" Kate sighed before going on, "Am I kinky?"

"Everybody's kinky, in their own way. Don't worry so much. You don't
want to be my slave, always, do you? I mean, you like college and making
friends, right?"

"Right."

"And if I asked you to give up everything in your life to serve me
forever as my twenty-four hour a day full-time slave, all thoughts centered
around me, you'd turn that down, right?"

"Hah! But I know you would never ask me to do something like that!
You're a nice guy, and nice guys don't pull shit like that, tempting as
that offer might be."

"So you'd think about it, huh?"

She giggled and reached up, pressing her palm against his forehead,
pushing him slightly away. "No!" she laughed, "As much as I like you, and
like being your occasional slave, no."

"Good," he breathed, hugging her tighter. "You're just a slight
submissive personality. You want this sometimes, but not at the expense of
a 'regular life,' right?"

"Yeah. It's amazing. I never knew before you showed me that day back
in high school, in the newspaper office. And now, I've been having these
dreams, dreams about other women, sexual dreams, and not just about
Scarlet."

"Who else?"

"Mostly about Mrs. Hall. About that morning in her office, remember?"

"I remember."

"And someone else, a Mistress. Fuck, I'm so fucking kinky."

"Profane, perhaps, but not so kinky."

"I know," she said sheepishly.

"Does it feel good? When we 'play' together?"

"Uh huh."

"Is it hurting anybody?"

"Nuh uh."

"Are you living your life as you like living it? Do you like school,
friends, your volunteer work, all that?"

"Yeah?"

"And sometimes, once in a while, you like having your cute little tush
filled with a plug, and you like calling me 'Master,' and you like obeying
my commands. And now you're thinking about having sex with other females,
just to see if you like it, to see if the experience matches your
fantasies. Have I summarized the situation correctly?" he asked jovially.

"That's about it, yeah."

"You're a healthy young woman, with a health sexual appetite, and a
healthy dose of sexual curiosity. You just finished your first semester at
one of the best colleges in the country, and you got a 4.0. You have a
sister that loves you, parents who adore you, a group of runaway teenage
girls who think you walk on water because you take an afternoon a week to
spend time with them and help them. You have me, and I think you're the
bomb, one of the best people I know. You have a roommate who wants to jump
your bones. Life is good for you, Kate. You know this."

She was crying silently. "I know. Sometimes my mind just spins out of
control. The therapist I was seeinglast year wanted to put me on some kind
of anxiety pill, and I turned him down, but you put stuff in such good
perspective. You're better than any pill," she sniffled and rubbed her
body into hers. "I feel like such an asshole. There are people out there
with real problems, and I'm just some whiny trust-fund girl with a slightly
confused sexual identity. Fuck me all to hell!"

"Everybody's got problems," he assured her. She sniffled in response.
Alan held her, lightly caressing the parts of her body available in their
position, and she calmed.

"Yeah, and my problems are smaller than most. Thanks for showing me
that, I mean it."

"Glad to be of help, slave."

"Ooh! Playtime again, Master?"

"You betcha, toots."

She rolled over to face him and pushed him onto his back then shimmied
down his body until his hardening manhood was level with her mouth. He
groaned as she took him between her lips, and he sucked in his breath as
she swallowed him to his root.

"Oh yeah, baby, a nice healthy blowjob," he moaned as she bobbed up and
down on his straining erection, and she chuckled around his cock at the
word "healthy." Kate looked up into his eyes, staring at him, daring him to
look away, and he was somehow unable. Her eyes were piercing as her black
hair bounced to and fro to the rhythm of her fellatio, and he was
transfixed by her beauty. Only when he shot his load into her sucking
mouth was he able to close his eyes, and that was because of reflex.

Amazingly, to Kate, he stayed hard, and she squealed when he reached
down and gave her a light spank on her pretty ass. She got the message and
rolled onto her hands and knees. Alan teased her, slowly withdrawing, and
then reinserting the butt plug until she was panting and mewling in
arousal.

"Please!" she gasped, and he did not disappoint, at last pulling the toy
from her ass and replacing it with his cock before the aperture closed all
the way. She screamed upon its entry, not in pain--for her ass was well
used to taking his length--but rather in excitement. So wrong this all
was, taking Alan in her butt, but it felt so good, so right, like he said,
healthy. Kinky, too.

It was healthy to explore her sexuality this way, not to mention
satisfying. And now he was reaching around her crotch, his hand diddling
her soaked pussy, bring forth manic yelps as his fingertips made contact
with her oily clit. The shudders came without warning, presaging an orgasm
of almost excruciating power.

"Y-yes! Fuck me! F-fuck my tight little whore slut ass, Master! I'm
I'm COMING! COME WITH ME. Fuck yourself into my slutty ass, MASTER!"

As they reached orgasm together Kate screamed unintelligibly and was no
longer able to support her body's weight with her arms, collapsing to the
mattress, causing his still spurting dick to spray semen across her back.
It pooled in the small of her back, and with her last bit of strength she
reached behind herself and scooped some into her hand, then began drowsily
licking it off. She fell asleep with her thumb in her mouth.



Alan turned of the lights after tucking Kate under his covers, showered
and went to the basement. He needed little sleep so he decided to devote a
few hours to training. From the documents he had studied from Jack's
CD-ROMs he had written up a preliminary exercise schedule based on a long
document, Jack's "Seed Journal," Massimo's catalog of his use of his
powers, a very handy document, Alan had found. Tonight he was
concentrating on TK, the movement of objects with his mind. This had been
one of the fist powers Alan had experiment with after receiving the Seed of
Hyrcanus last spring, but after reading the "Seed Journal" Alan had seen
how rudimentary and clumsy those efforts had been.

When he noticed the sun breaking through the windows he went back
upstairs and settled down next to the worn out body of Kate. He found
himself fatigued after his training sessions, and though he usually
required only a few minutes of rest to recuperate, he drifted off to his
first real sleep in a few days. He needed it, he realized. Even Vessels
need to recharge.
Next Chapter: Kate's (new) first; reports from the field.

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