Note to reader: I have a strange obsession with hobos, zombies, and tentacles(and tentacle like creatures/objects), and as such, almost all my stories will be based around these, I am new to this site, but my stories will focus more around the description of what happens rather then stating what happens, I leave my character descriptions mostly open for those with imagination and apologize if you have a hard time visualizing them, Thank you for your time.

Main character:

Samantha (Sam): who will be speaking through the story, has darker hair, and little cleavage, she is between 5 and 6 feet tall and is average for her body in general (not well toned, but not thick either, a healthy kind of body), she is between the age of 16-18

If at any time you find the story boring

            He’s out there, outside her window, feeling the warm air as it flowed through his coat and silk shirt and softly caressed his skin.  The moon highlighted pale skin and the white hair of his forearm; it revealed soft, striking blue eyes sheltered under long eyelashes and dark brows; it shone on his hair, a shade no less than black, tied back in ponytail that fell smooth and straight down the middle of his back.  He’s waiting, waiting outside her window for a perfect breeze.

            It came, whipping up his trench coat, knee length and e

            The night was cool, with a warm breeze.  I was sitting on the porch listing to the crickets chirp and watching the lightning bugs.  I was slowly rocking back and forth in a chair sipping on some whisky.  I was lost in thought, drifting from one notion to the next, when a sudden quietness caught my attention.  For some reason all the crickets had stopped making noise and there was an odd silence.  I stood up, adjusted my bath

a little later......

“You’re a size zero?” asked Kerry, Queen of the Dark, as she looked around at the girls getting ready to show off the spring fashion collection. “Serious?” “Yes,” said the model, grinning a sparkly smile. Her blonde bob bounced as she nodded. But it was the only thing that bounced, Kerry noted. Guess it wouldn’t be fair if she got everything. “I dunno. Size zero seems kind of dangerous, if you ask me.” “I don’t remember asking you,” she said waspishly, Kerry’s out of place appearance in the changing area finally beginning to sink in. “Who are you, anyway? A reporter?” “Bank teller,” said Kerry. She cupped her supernaturally perky breasts through her blue blazer and added, “I mean if I was size zero, these babies would break me in half.” Behind the blonde, an equally waif-ish brunette let out a, “Whoa!” and fell over as her rapidly expanding breasts suddenly shifted her finely tuned center of mass forward. “If you’re a bank teller then why are you here? Like, this is a fashion show. You’re pulling my leg, right?” Kerry nattered on, ignoring the model and her counterpart, kicking and squealing as her immense breasts lifted the rest of her body clean off the ground. “I mean when I hear size zero I think something along the lines of . . .” The model vanished with a pop, her clothes dropping to the ground. “That.” Staring right at the no longer visually representable model, Kerry pursed her lips and cocked her head slightly while examining her handiwork. “That is size zero. One dimensional—like your personality! Ooh. Nice dress.” With no volume, no one could hear the model’s screams as Kerry’s business suit shimmered and was replaced with the blonde’s slinky blue. Loose on the model, it clung like a second skin to Kerry’s curves and stopped just low enough, and clung just tight enough, to leave the viewer wondering if she wore a very brief thong or nothing at all underneath. The top, designed for a slighter wearer, bulged obscenely as it struggled to contain enough to conceal a pair of straining nipples. “Too slutty?” Kerry asked the brunette pressed up against the ceiling by her mounds of mammary excess. “Of course you can see right down into them from up there, can’t you? Mind if I borrow your heels? It’s not like you need them anymore.” “Normally guys in the mall are in such a hurry that they just blow right past you,” Kerry told the young mother to her right as she strode through the mall with the entourage of men she’d picked up trailing behind her. “But all you really need for traffic control is a taut ass and a tight skirt.” Pamela Troy couldn’t help but giggle at the statement because it was true; there were a lot of guys following the raven haired lady in the blue dress and, frankly, she couldn’t blame them. The woman making funny faces at Pam’s two-year-old daughter was movie star gorgeous and obviously not the slightest bit ashamed to show it off. I sure wouldn’t be if I was built like that, she thought to herself, not knowing that someone else was peeking at those same thoughts. Peeking and smiling. “That is a very cute girl,” said Kerry. “She’s going to be real trouble when she’s a teen. Real heart-breaker.” “Thank you,” replied Pam, politely and honestly. “Oh, don’t thank me. Helen here is going to run you off your feet, trying to keep up with all of her boyfriends.” There’s something odd about that woman’s smile, like she knows something she isn’t telling. I wonder what. Kerry knew several somethings she wasn’t telling, having just gifted the young child a future that contained lush, honey-blonde hair; perfect complexion and teeth; a full, firm rack; legs that went up forever; an ass that would stop hearts; and a burning desire to make full use of those features whenever possible with either available gender. In another thirteen-or-so years, no one was going to be able to say no to Helen Troy. Given what she’d likely be after, no one would want to. And how did she know my daughter’s name? Pam wondered, though only for a moment. She stopped trying to puzzle it out when she realized that Kerry had walked away without her entourage of lusty men. All of those guys fighting to get closer must have given up and wandered off, Or gone chasing after someone else, but who? Rounded, firm, and erotically muscled buttocks worked seductively beneath the overly tight skirt as Pam strode through the mall, pushing her baby carriage in front of her and oblivious to the horde of anally-fixated men following her. Her hips swung idly, but full of sexually exciting swagger, and her clit tingled, pleasantly stimulated by the exaggerated walk. But that wasn’t the only thing turning the young mother on; the bulk of her attention focussed on getting home. She’d put Helen to sleep, start dinner, and then wait, naked from the waist down and spread across the dining room table, for Carl to get home and take her ass over and over making her scream in non-stop ecstasy until he couldn’t get it up any more. It was such a deliciously naughty new idea for her that she didn’t know if she could wait that long; already her panties and hose were getting mushy with anticipation. God help me if Carl finds out, but I don’t think I can make it that long without some kind of relief. Her lush, honey-blonde hair lifted as she turned her head, distracted by a passing guy with what looked like a large bulge in his pants. The guy in question—lost to the sight of the long, thick nipples jutting from Pam’s full, firm rack—walked into a pillar and Pam’s perfect teeth flashed as she grimaced in reflected pain. Then she steered Helen’s stroller around a teenaged boy who’d stopped like a deer in headlights for some reason, noting his rampant erection as well, and made a long-legged dash for her car before she did something she knew she’d regret. The crowd of lust-drunk men, and a couple of dazed-looking women, followed. Kerry, on the other hand, had cruised up behind a pretty, late teens-early-twenties girl fitting shoes for the impatient brat kicking at the shop-girl’s hands. “No!” the petulant twelve-year-old barked, trying to stomp the girl’s fingers. If not for his size, and her godly powers, Kerry would have sworn he was three. “You realize if you sat still and let Mina get this over with, you’d be on your way to the toy store sooner, don’t you?” “Mnyahhh,” said the brat, sticking out his tongue and screwing up his face into a twisted monstrosity. Kerry nodded. “I’m impressed. When I was your age, I couldn’t do nearly so good a job. But has anyone ever told you that if you keep making faces like that, you’ll get stuck that way?” “Thhhbppppt,” said the kid, redoubling his efforts by pulling his eyes and lips into narrow slits with his fingers. The look on his warped face was priceless when his tongue wouldn’t retract all the way in. The shopkeeper, Mina, fell back against Kerry’s legs as the kid started screaming. “Maaaathm!” he yelled, tongue flopping around. “Nathaniel!” yelled the mother, not looking away from the store’s collection of dress shoes. “Are you going to behave now?” asked Kerry. “Maaaaaaaa!” “No new toys unless you . . .” the mother died out, finally looking at her son. Her eyes bugged out. “What on earth . . .!” “I warned him,” said Kerry. “Your child is a brat, you know. And I’m evil, so I don’t have to put up with spoiled, screaming children anymore.” The boy’s elongated tongued tied itself in a lip-trapping bow. “MmMmMmMm!” he pantomimed. The mother’s eyes widened. “I have no idea what you think you are doing—” “And I certainly don’t have to put up with you,” Kerry continued. “You’ve spoiled him rotten and given him no room to grow. Normally I’d approve whole-heartedly, but he was annoying me. “Still, I suppose he does deserve a toy,” said Kerry as the boy’s mother began to shrink. “Since you turned him into a whiny little bitch, he should have a doll.” The mother took on a rubber sheen as cardboard and plastic wrapped around her, leaving a, “Hopelessly Inept Mother Barbie” doll, complete with original packaging lying on the floor. The kid sniffled and picked it up, making a muffled bleat before tearing the wrapper open. “Now you take your mommy home, dear,” Kerry told the boy as she untied his mouth. “And if you’re really good, maybe I’ll change you back some day.” “That was amazing!” said the shopkeeper, staring as the child ran out into the mall, wailing and smacking his new doll into everything in sight. “Better than Copperfield! How’d you do that?” “Oh that? That was child’s play. I’m an evil goddess with unlimited powers. I can do whatever I want.” The girl blinked, then laughed. “If you’d show me how to do that, I wouldn’t have to work here anymore.” “Why do you? This has got to be the most boring job in all the world. Right after being a bank teller, that is.” “Well, I don’t really want to, but dad insists. Really, I’d rather work over there,” she said, pointing down the concourse to the glitzy outlet hosting the fashion show. One of store’s windows broke suddenly and clothing, mannequins, and customers spilled out, evicted by a spreading pink-ish mass. “Shit,” said Kerry as the mess imploded back inwards and the panicked screaming stopped. “Forgot about her.” Turning back to the shopkeeper, the Queen of the Dark asked, “What’s wrong with that one over there?” “Victoria’s Secret? My dad would freak! Besides he owns this place.” She pointed to the backwards writing on the window. “Murray Shoes.” “That would make you Miss Murray then, I presume. Your first name wouldn’t be Anne, would it?” “Anne Murray?” Miss Murray laughed. “No, I’m Min—” “Ah!” Kerry cautioned. “Let me guess! Eddie Murray? No, he’s black.” “Eddie Murphy!” Mina giggled. “Whatever,” Kerry breathed. “You are right, though. We both are. You shouldn’t work here. This is much more fitting.” As the goddess of evil spoke, the ambiance changed—darkening dramatically—and the two were surrounded by busty mannequins clad in little snippets of dark, gothic lace. “Midnight,” read the store’s logos, subtitled by, “A time for the adventurous.” Mina’s head snapped back and forth. “Oh wow. How are you doing this?” “Hello?” said Kerry. “Weren’t you listening? I’m a goddess. I can do anything I want. Touch it. It’s not an illusion. Actually, just look at yourself.” Mina spun around to face the direction Kerry gestured. Her hands flew to her clothing—what little there was—as she saw the reflection in the mirror. Fetish Goth came closest to describing the way the corset compressed her waist while propping up, but otherwise leaving the breasts abundantly available. Black lace shrouded her arms from her ghost-white fingers up to the middle of her upper arms and a similar, but whispier, translucent, design covered her legs. Heels emphasized those legs spectacularly by forcing a bow and elevating her at least five inches. She was even cleanly shaved all over. Nothing marred the display of smooth, white skin. “That’s probably how I should look, but I couldn’t get into the whole Goth thing. You, however, look nice as a sexy vampiress.” “I—” Hair, as dark as that of the Goddess, bushed against the back of her knees as she turned back toward Kerry. It caught the light and glittered as though possessing the stars of a moonless night. “Need bigger breasts, though. Vampires are always stone-cold foxes.” “I— Omigod!” her hands shot up the instant the black lace began to push against her pale bosom. “Goddess,” corrected Kerry. “For a girl your size and weight, I think C-cups would do nicely, so let’s start with Double D and work our way up from there, alright?” “But I’m just a B . . ..” Her eyes drifted shut as her chest heaved, her hands overfilled, and her nipples popped out, the not-so-little dents in the black lace clearly visible between her spreading fingers. She squirmed, a little gasp of pleasure leaking out before, “How are you . . .?” An exasperated sigh whistled out from between Kerry’s lips. “You really are a goddess?” Mina felt her heart pumping, or rather her breasts throbbing and swelling with every beat. “This feels so . . .. Oooohhhh.” Her tongue slid across sharp, extended canines as it darted out to wet her blood-red lips. “The one, the only, Goddess of evil and Queen of the Dark. How does it feel to be out from under your father’s thumb? You can be your own woman now. You have your own shop, you’re so hot that I’m getting wet, you have all these fun new urges to explore—” “Mee . . .. My god!” shouted another voice. “Goddess,” Kerry yelled. “What the fuck is wrong with you people? Goddess! Two esses and two dees. Four if you count these.” Her breasts bounced dramatically on their own, the gem-encrusted medallion between them flashing in the dim light as it loudly proclaimed, “DD.” “Rounding it off is an ee, a gee and an—” “Ohhhhhh,” moaned Mina, fangs bared along with her pussy as she stroked her shockingly reddened clitoris. Against her pale, porcelain smooth skin, it practically glowed, drawing the eye in, deeper, deeeeeper . . .. Her hand circled softly, sloooooowleeyyy . . .. “Good,” said Kerry. “You aren’t all complete morons.” “What did you do to her,” demanded the newcomer, a plain looking, short woman around the former shoe sale’s lady’s age, after shaking her head to try to clear it of the seductive vision in front of her and failing utterly, rapidly falling under the control of the horny vampiress. Will faded, desire rose, blouse dropped from sleepy fingers to the floor. “What are you . . . do . . . ing?” “Oh come on! With a name like Mina Murray, what the hell did you think I’d do? You on the other hand would make a fabulous Bride, Elsa.” “Mmmmm? What’s happen— Whoa!” Elsa shot back awake as the world got smaller and white gauze wound it’s way up her arms as her dull brown hair lifted up and darkened to midnight black, except where it streaked white. In place of the proper Bride’s white gown was virtually nothing—virgin white garters, hose and a demi-bra containing breasts with sufficient forward projection to mark them as one of the greater works of the hand of man. Or woman, in this case. Kerry looked, appraised, and then went for the gusto. Elsa, for her part, stared at the mirror in awestruck wonder as her bra disappeared beneath breasts each larger than her head, but still paying no homage to gravity. “What are you doing to usssss . . .” Elsa’s question died in a pleased hiss as white hands, surrounded by lacy black ruffles, tried to cup her enormous breasts and lips played at her neck. Sharp teeth toyed, but did not penetrate. “Mina?” she gasped, her body heating like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her whole body felt like nothing she'd experienced before. “So hungry,” the vampire moaned. “Need to feed.” “Mina, she’s—” their eyes locked as Elsa turned, trying to spin her oh-so very tall body out of her co-worker’s grip. Mina’s once brown eyes now were dazzling, ruby red. A red that danced soothingly, calming, mesmerizing, once again sapping her will to resist. “Changed . . . us. We . . .. Mina. Ohhh . . .. Yeeesssss.” “Feed meee,” sighed Mina. “Need you. Want you. Need your cum.” The fiery eyes burned strange new hungers into Elsa right up until Mina looked down and began to feast—on Elsa’s tender nipples and then a little further south. Overwhelmed, Elsa could do little more than moan her approval. “Mina?” she gasped as a tongue teased between her legs. “What . . . Minaaaah!” Electricity shot through her and she shuddered and began to gush as Mina nibbled at Elsa’s clitoris. “Isn’t that so cute?” Kerry asked as the two monsters slid to the floor, the vampiress lapping thirstily at her tall friend’s dripping pussy. “I suppose I should go looking for a Jonathon Harker. And maybe a Karloff, just to match the set.” Leaving the two, Kerry went off looking for a few suitable men. She meant to return quickly, but you know how things are when you are evil, have unlimited power, and have the attention span of a gnat. “OK, so let me get this straight,” said Dan lazing about in the aftermath of the night of the living porn. “You are the embodiment of all that is evil.” “Yup,” replied Kerry, feathering his sated and exhausted, soft cock with light kisses and licks and letting her long, black hair play teasingly over his hips as she moved. “So why pick me up? Is this part of some divine evil scheme to rule the Earth?” “No,” said Kerry, incredulously. “You’re not that important. Besides, why would I want to rule the earth? You believe me, don’t you? You aren’t just humouring me because I’m beautiful, are you?” “What? No! I’m too busy basking in the afterglow of the most incredible night of my life to even think of being sarcastic. I had no idea girls could do some of that stuff. That thing you did with your ass . . . fuh-huh-huck.” “I’m not most girls. I’m not like any girl you’ve met before. For one thing, I’m evil, but you knew that already.” “I don’t think you’re evil. Maybe a little slutty, but it’s worth it! Holy shit, was it! I’ve never cum like that in my life and when you did that trick that—I can’t believe I got it up again. Man, if that’s evil, I’m all for it! But look at it this way: If you’re devoted to spreading evil, why are you grabbing strangers in bars and not out torturing people or starting wars or something like that?” “You’ve got evil mixed up with pain. I happen to like pleasure a hell of a lot more than I do pain, otherwise tonight would have been a lot different, for you anyway. I’d get what I want either way.” “I sure know I got what I wanted,” replied Dan, meaning every last bit of it. “And a few things I’d never even thought of! You’ve got some sort of plan, though, right? If you’re evil, you’ve got to have a plan.” “Of course! ‘The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing,’” she quoted. “Attributed to Edmund Burke, but there is no proof that he ever said or wrote it. Anyway, who came up with it doesn’t matter. As near as I can tell, it’s true.” “So?” “So that’s my plan. I plan to sit back and do nothing. I do nothing, good men do nothing to counter me, and I win by default.” Dan blinked, then twitched as Kerry nibbled softly on the end of his cock. “Yeee-ah. I don’t quite think it works that way.” “What do you care?” she said, following with a lick that set his body to shaking again even though he couldn’t get it up. “You’ve got the Queen of Darkness playing with your dick.” “My worn out dick. My god, the things you did! I’ve never—” “My goddess,” she said darkly. “Don’t make me destroy you.” Dan laughed. Kerry frowned. “I knew you were just humouring me. For one such as I, your mind is an open book.” Now Dan decided to humour her. “Then why did you ask?” “Sometimes I like to be lied to. It’s a woman thing. Don’t waste your time telling me that last night was the best night of your life. I know I blew your mind at least a dozen times—it’s had for a guy to fake an orgasm—but when I picked you up in the bar last night I thought to myself, ‘There’s a guy who can tell me fantastic lies. He better or I’ll go to bed with someone else.’ “I mean really. You told me you were single, but Mina’s just a fiancée so that’s a small lie. So small that I don’t care. Your intended won’t put out before she goes up the isle, so I guess a little fooling around on the side’s justified. Who’m I to judge? I’m pure evil, and I’ve spent the last couple days doing whatever I wanted. If I wanted you to fool around on her, you would, plain and simple. There’s nothing you can do to stop me any time I want your cock.” Kerry smirked at the way Dan’s eyes widened. “How’d you know about Mina? Who are you? Some kind of private eye? Her dad sic you on me?” “No! That would be booo-ring. Or maybe not. Be fun to lie and totally screw up some marriages. Mind you, anyone who’s hiring a private dick to keep an eye on their spouse has serious relationship issues already. It’d probably be eviler to leave the marriage intact and let it self destruct the fun way. “Private dick . . .” she mused. “You know, I promised to do a massive dick a while back and I still haven’t gotten around to that.” “What, I’m not big enough for you?” “Well you’re not exactly small, but the guy I was thinking of’s got you beat.” “Nine incher?” “Bit over a foot, actually.” Dan choked. “Right. A slender girl like you can take that?” “I can do anything. I’m a goddess. If I really wanted to, I could coax another few rounds out of you, and give you a dick that would really scare the ladies, but I don’t know what that would do to you. You’re dangerously close to dehydration already.” She shrugged. “Not that I care.” “Oh, no way. No way I could get it up again after that last . . .” “Says you, mortal,” Kerry mumbled, running a crimson fingernail up his swelling shaft. “Holy Shit!” blurted Dan as he shot from noodle consistency to iron stiffness in mere seconds. Kerry’s lazy finger kept drifting along, always just beneath the head of his cock. “Holeeey shiiiit,” Dan repeated as his cock throbbed, each pulse more pleasurable than the last, each surge of blood pumping into a noticeably larger, thicker erection. He shuddered and his hips lifted off the bed as he arched, finally pulling away from Kerry’s playing hand. “Ooooh Gaaaawd!” he moaned as his whole body seemed to contract. “Goddess,” corrected Kerry. “You’re not stupid or something, are you?” “Aaahh! Aaaah fuuuhhhhck!” His balls exploded. The first convulsion almost hurt, it felt so good. The cum erupted so hard that it must have dented the wall. The second shot fell short, dropping what felt like a cup of goo on his head. After that he tried to keep his mouth shut, but it wasn’t easy as his body did its absolute best to snap itself in two with uncontrollable thrusting motions. He couldn’t stop his howls of pleasure any more than he could stop breathing, until he finally collapsed onto his back, unconscious. “I just love a screamer,” Kerry quipped, mounting him. She didn’t take him inside of her; instead she slid herself along his shaft, leaned forward and woke him with a kiss. “What do you think?” she asked, her pussy spread open by his engorged Corpus Cavernosum Urethæ as she slowly ground back and forth along his still tumescent rod like it was a railroad track. “Mina will like?” Reality returned slowly, then it hit him like an express train. She wasn’t moving excruciatingly slowly, merely slowly. He looked down at the head of his cock tickling his sternum. The one-eyed monster stared back, challenging him to deny its will. In a daze, he scraped cum off his face. “What’s your fiancée going to think come wedding night when you whip this out and surprise her?” “Holy shit!” “What is it with you and sanctified feces? Why not ‘Thank you, Kerry! I can’t wait to split Mina in two with this juggernaut!’” “How’d . . .?” Kerry wilted. “You are stupid! What part of ‘Goddess’ don’t you understand?” “I—” “Fuck it,” she said, rising up off of him. “You blew it. Three strikes, you’re out. I’m going to find some other guy, give him a huge cock, and fuck him until he can’t think straight enough to question me no matter what I do.” She snapped her fingers and the night’s accumulated sweat, sexual juices, and other unappealing side effects of carnal activity vanished from her body. Then she began to pull her dress on the human way, making sure Dan got a really good look. His dick began to pulse again, seeking yet more satisfaction. Dan gestured at the hungry, two-foot-long, five-inch-thick hunk of throbbing meat. “What about—?” “By the way,” she said, cutting him off, “your fiancée, the virgin princess? Met her in the mall yesterday afternoon. She looked so hot that I just had to do her—and I figured I’d let some of her friends tag along because diversity’s the spice of life, you know? “Anyway, while you were cheating on her last night with me, she totally fucked your sister and your sister’s best friend and the best friend’s boyfriend, a couple other guys they met at a party, and right now she’s lying in bed with three fingers in her wet cunt wishing she’d done it all earlier. Say hi to Elsa for me when you see her. Toodles.” And with that Kerry faded away, leaving Dan with enormous blue balls, and the hotel and room service bills.

“Hey. What’s going on,” Kerry asked one of the people choking the sidewalk as she made her way to work to formally resign her position—and fuck the security guard. She’d always wanted to do that. “Protest,” a middle aged man answered without looking. “Sounds like you can download movies to watch on cell phones and some of the offerings are ….” “Risqué?” supplied Kerry, her voice dripping sex. “What about those kids? Shouldn’t they be in school?” “Good question,” another nameless office worker replied, first glancing and then looking Kerry up and down. Kerry, dressed for the her bank teller’s job in a hip-hugging, but respectable, blue skirt, tasteful white blouse and understated makeup fit in with the business-like nature of the gatherers, but she was still the sort of busty, model-gorgeous babe that inspired “risqué” dreams in most men. “I, uh,” he continued once he’d finished his first visual pass over sex wrapped in office attire and struggled to keep from showing that his penis had begun erecting a temple in Kerry’s honor in an uncomfortable direction. “I guess their parents decided they’d learn more here.” “Ohhhh. They will. Trust me!” Kerry gestured and handed over a conjured business card. “I like the look in your eyes. Call me later. We’ll do breakfast.” The charge he got off of the light brush of physical contact with the goddess as he took the card should have finished the construction work in his pants, judging by the spasms and the sticky trickle running down his left leg, but it didn’t. Kevin wound up limping the rest of the way to work to conceal the aching, throbbing bulge that just wouldn’t relax, lie down, or go away. Instead it pressed against the pant leg, full, and firm, and trying to stand proud and tall in defiance of the binding fabric. “Bruised knee?” laughed Nancy from accounting when she look a look at him staggering to his cubical. “I don’t think so.” She sniffed derisively. Then she looked serious for a moment and shuddered. “In fact ….” “Uh!” sprang unwanted from Kevin’s mouth as his co-worker’s hand slid down the hair-trigger cum-cannon. “In fact, I think I ought to give you a hand.” She dropped to her knees and undid his belt at the same time, moving at a frantic pace as she ripped his pants open and down. “That looks pai—” Clear of the constricting pants, his cock rocketed up into its long-denied position, but rather than pointing almost straight up, it hit the bottom of Nancy’s chin with sufficient force to clack her teeth together before sliding around and up her face, leaving a trail of pre and post cum, finally stopping at half mast, too long and heavy to go any further. Kevin looked down. “God damn!” he said in a daze. “No wonder it hurt so bad.” He didn’t want to hazard a guess at the proportions of the long, thick pole jutting from between his legs, but that didn’t stop Nancy. “Its gotta be seven or eight inches around,” she gasped. Her hands shot up and seized the pulsing erection in a death grip. “And at least a foot long. Is this for me?” Not waiting for an answer, the tip vanished into her mouth. Trying to drive him in deeper, Nancy pushed Kevin up against the wall and twisted her head around and around. After that it was pretty much a standard porno—until a stream of pressurized cum shout out of her mouth. Semen dribbled down her chin and she shook and came from the intense ambrosia flavor. Some of it even dropped through the neckline of her blouse onto her breasts. She twitched. She moaned. She tried screaming around a mouth full of cock and cum, and her top exploded—spilling gargantuan, and still growing, breasts—just in time for the office manager to come around the corner. But enough of that. Let’s go back half an hour to Kerry haranguing a crowd of prudish protestors. “Hello?” Kerry shouted, her voice carrying supernaturally well, as she shoved her way into the crowd. “What are you people freaking out for, anyway? If you don’t want to the stuff on your phone, don’t order it! I mean, really! “Porn is so fake that I can’t imagine why you are wasting your time protesting it—especially on telephones. The screen is so tiny.” Kerry held up her cell for all to see. “You can barely see the tits jiggling, and look at the guy. He looks so small. His cock looks microscopic. I could never get off on that. An ant couldn’t get off on that.” That drew a few chuckles, but fanatics are hardly known for their senses of humour so the joke slid right past as the protesters focussed on her wording choice. “Excuse me!” whined one, a lumbering sack of lard masquerading as a woman, pointing at a trio of young teens. “There are children present.” “Right. Miss, believe—” “Missus!” Kerry blinked and took a closer look at the morbidly obese woman. “Holeeey shit. Someone was dumb enough to marry you? Anyway, believe me, they’ve heard worse on the playground at school.” The fat lady stood there dumbfounded, too shocked at Kerry to even be angry, so Kerry continued. “If they haven’t, then they probably should have. The last thing the world needs is more people growing up totally confused about sex and sexuality. Let it all out. If it feels good, do it.” “You ….” “I think you should apologize to Mrs. Blake,” said another protester. “You …” stammered Mrs. Blake. Protester two continued, not expecting or waiting for any sort of apology. “The point is not the size of the image, but the availability and the fact that we, the public, are being forced to fund the distribution of licentious materials.” “Licentious?” said Kerry. “Are you kidding? Hello! Any kid with the internet can find stuff that’s ten times as fun—and in hi-def!” “Not in my house they can’t!” insisted Mrs. Blake. “Hey, that’s your choice. But here on the streets, it’s their choice.” Kerry turned to one of the teens. “What about you? You take after your dad, I see. You should nightly thank whatever god you believe in that you look nothing like your mother.” “Uhm,” said the boy, staring at Kerry’s breasts. She stretched to give him a better look and asked, “Ever gone looking for pictures of naked women on the internet?” “Yes,” the boy said then stiffened, horrified at what had come out of his mouth. Regardless, he kept speaking. “Lots of times.” “Even at home?” “Yes,” he said, muffled only slightly by the hands covering his face. “And you masturbate over it when no one’s around to see you?” “Yes,” he squeaked. “How about your sister’s friend there? Ever masturbate over her?” “Yes!” said the blood-red teen, trying vainly to hold his mouth shut. “No! Sometimes.” He gave up and jammed his fingers into his mouth. “I bet she likes that news. Well, just between you and me … she masturbates dreaming about you all the time.” “What?” yelped the brunette in question. “I do n—” “Stop right there, missy,” commanded Kerry. “Honesty’s the best policy.” “I—I—I do,” she proclaimed, hanging her head with shame. “Then I now pronounce you man and wife,” responded Kerry. “You may kiss the bride.” The teenaged girl looked up, stunned, through the white veil. Then her crush lifted it, took her into a deep embrace, and delivered a kiss that lived up to all of her frenzied, late night dreams. Her arms wrapped around his neck and the fabulous diamond engagement ring glittered in the sunlight along with the ornate platinum wedding band. “OK. That’s enough you two,” commanded Kerry as the kissing and grinding began to get out of hand and the lovebirds looked like they were about to strip and get started creating the next generation on the sidewalk. “If these folk don’t like adults screwing in public, the last thing they need to see is a pair of kids showing them what they’re doing wrong in the bedroom. Save it for later.” The two reluctantly parted, the girl’s eyes shimmering just like her rings. The boy just looked dazed as the onlookers, protesters and passers-by clapped. “And a special gift to make wedding night all the more entertaining,” Kerry snapped her fingers and the crotch of the boy’s tuxedo bulged dramatically. “Two brides in two days,” Kerry quipped, as the girl’s jaw dropped. “Get your eyes back in their sockets, kid. You ain’t seen nothing yet. That’s not even hard! But we know what he likes, so let’s take care of those wandering, porn-surfing eyes right now.” “Yeep!” said the bride as warmth suffused her chest. The lacy, low cut gown tightened in back and parted up front as her body, or part of it anyway, seemed to finish developing over the course of a few seconds. She stood there, her perky new chest well emphasized by both the tightness, cut, and style of her wedding gown. Looking at the subject of her teeny-bopper crush, she grinned and posed, making her substantial rack stick out all the more. “Wow,” the boy said, going all googly-eyed. “Too flat,” proclaimed the Queen of the Dark after a moment’s inspection. “Huh? Oh! Yeeee-ahhh!” the girl shrieked, her back arching and pointing her swelling boobs almost skyward as the gown’s top split wide open, tearing strategically to show vast amounts of heaving mammaries but still covering the all-important nipples. The now head-sized boobs bounced as she straightened again, her top looking more like a lace string bikini than anything else. The mostly bare torso clashed with the long, flowing white dress, but the bride didn’t mind. She couldn’t stop smiling. Her new husband’s zipper burst, showing off the outline of a majestic rampant erection throbbing through a cartoonishly stretched pair of red underwear. Now it was his wife’s turn to stare like an idiot. Like opposing magnets, they snapped together moaning and groaning as they felt each other up. “Ohhhhhhh!” cooed Kerry, wedging herself in between them when the groom lifted one of the bride’s enormous breasts to his lips and began to lick her teeny-tiny top out of the way on his quest for erect nipple. “They look so in love!” Holding the two apart, she turned to address the protesters. “How’s that?” asked Kerry. “No nudity whatsoever, and definitely not porn, but still highly suggestive. Do you want to ban that as well? Think about it later. Now you all better head off to the reception.” The crowd began to scatter, looking for their cars, and the evil goddess walked between the newlyweds and whispered, “Listen, darlings, when you two come of age, ring me up and I’ll show you a few tricks. Oh, and Junior? Your mom needs to lose some weight. Her condition’s just not healthy.” As the protesters-come-partiers followed the happy new couple off to a waiting limo, Kerry dropped her hand on the shoulder of one of the former protesters. “You there, blondie, you’ve got a masters degree in psychology. You’ve got better sense than this. Come on. Walk with me for a while so we can talk.” The blonde shook her head as though waking from a dream. She blinked a few times, and then squeaked, “What?” as her denim-covered legs started moving on, her sandals flapping softly as she followed Kerry past store after store along the strip mall. “What happened back there? I can’t believe ….” “You can,” countered Kerry, “but you just don’t want to believe. Well, you better start because I’m an evil goddess.” “You changed them. There wasn’t a wedding. They …. You …. How? They’re just kids. They can’t … they haven’t even graduated from high school yet. She’ll get pregnant!” “What part of evil didn’t you understand?” asked Kerry, sarcastically. “Didn’t you see how big I made that kid’s dick? How about how small she is? It’ll never fit.” Fit dragged out into a chirping sing-song. “What?” “I just sewed some serious sexual frustration for those two.” Recently applied pink gloss glittered on her pursed lips, then the confused woman said, “That’s ….” Kerry grinned. “Evil. I know. It’s what I do. Christy …. I can call you Christy, can’t I? I’ve got this really bad feeling that you are anti-sex because you’ve just never gotten it done right, so I’m going to do you a favor.” “Please! What’s going on? How do you know my name?” “It’s easy. I read your mind.” “What?” She blinked, showing off a sensual light dusting of eye shadow. “How?” “Come on! You’re supposed to be smart! Repeat after me: Kerry is an evil Goddess!” “Kerry is an evil Goddess,” Christy droned. Then her hand shot to her mouth with a clap. “Got it now? Reading minds is nothing compared to what I can do when I go all out, but don’t worry. I’m here to help. You remind me of me before I found myself.” Christy’s eyes said “Oh shit. She’s nuts,” but her lips said, “Please let me go! I just wanted to buy a new phone. I wasn’t with them! I wasn’t!” “Calm down. Jeeze. You went for a phone, but you hung around because …?” “Because they’re right,” Christy felt her mouth blurt. Was this how that boy and his … wife felt? She knew she didn’t want to follow the lunatic-goddess wannabe, but she was. Why? To see what would happen? Christy tried to stop, but just stumbled over in her super tall, clear plastic heels. Thank god they were boots or she probably would have stepped right out of them. “Porn objectifies women,” she expanded when she managed to right herself again. “So? Objectify men back! Turn them into drooling slobs. Use your looks to get them to do things for you, buy things for you … live for you. It’s easy. I mean most guys are totally stupid when you shove a pair of boobs it their face, or shake the contents of those cute little blue jean cut-offs you’ve got on, so here’s what you do: You look around, play around, and fool around until you find a guy with a brain who can almost control himself when you come onto him. Then you take over his life and turn him into a sex addicted him-phomaniac, but you don’t screw him up so bad that he can’t work. You do that and you wind up having to pay for everything.” “That’s horrible!” blurted Christy, flushed and oblivious to the way her nipples dented out her blouse as though the warm spring weather was very cold. “What about love?” “What about it?” asked Kerry. “Look back on your life/You know something here just ain’t right.” “Huh?” Christy shook her head, confused, dizzy and looking a little distracted as nipples poked out further, propelled by a pair of rising, rounding, and enlarging breasts. “Oh come on! You do not want to make me feel old. Believe me, it’s not a good idea. What I mean is stop looking so hard and just experiment. You’ll never figure out what you want unless you try a few things. “OK, so the first step in turning a guy into a sex slave is being hot, knowing that you’re hot, and making damn sure the guy knows you’re hot.” Kerry adjusted her top to display more cleavage and winked at a passing guy. “And that means objectifying yourself a little. Sure, you can snag some guys just by being smart, but really what they want at the first glance is a tight little package that looks warm and friendly in bed. Once you’ve got his balls, then you dazzle him with your mind. Show him how creative you can be in bed and he’s yours forever. Use that pussy power and he won’t care that you earn twice what he does.” “That’s easy for you to say. You’re gorgeous.” “Of course I am. I’m a goddess. We don’t do ugly.” Kerry’s victim twitched and tugged on her blouse, unconsciously seeking relief from the senses-stealing tingling of her abnormally large and aroused nipples. “You’re delusional!” For her part, Kerry was amazed that her toy was holding out so well. Elsa had been between her legs, shamelessly licking Kerry out while taking some customer up the ass by this point. But then, what I did to her wasn’t very subtle. As much as I like the shorts, I think she’d look better in a denim micro skirt. And so it was, Christy’s long slender legs strode along in her high heeled thigh high boots, her rounded ass waving back and forth seductively. Kerry shrunk the skirt a bit, then just a little more so that Christy had both tops and bottoms of the bouncy-yet-firm cheeks and just a shadowy hint of thong-covered cleft on display. Another passer-by nearly walked into a lamp post, stepping around the two women without taking his eyes off of them. Christy looked like she was about to stop and apologize, but Kerry blew him a kiss and he wandered off in a daze as Christy’s phantom lips teased him into and left him in a state of sexual hunger his wife never forgot. “That’s just your education talking,” said Kerry, picking up where she’d left off. “People who talk to God are crazy, right? I agree, but then I’m not God, and you are talking to me. So if you’ve got a master’s degree, why are you a hair dresser? I mean that’s really crazy.” Breathing heavily and licking the strange, but lovely, flavour of pre-cum off her lips, Christy groaned. Her heart raced and her body felt funny all over. The tightness of her shirt made swallowing air even harder, so she undid the top few buttons and said, “I’m good at it, and it’s just a stop-over while I find something better.” “Are you looking?” “Yes!” Kerry raised an eyebrow and Christy shifted uncomfortably—until the rubbing of her open shirt on her heaving breasts caused her eyes to light up like blue Christmas lights. “Sort of,” she sighed as her left hand cupped a boob and began to thumb the half inch long pleasure button jutting out over the top of her demi-bra. She pinched, shook, squealed in pleasure and finally caught sight of herself reflected in a poster-filled window outside the theatre as her head began to twist. She paused for a moment, staring before she moaned, “How are you doing this?” All around her was bright light. It was much too hot, and she was practically naked, thanks to the crazy woman tormenting her. Practically? She held her blouse in one hand while she felt up a naked—and huge—breast with the other. “I told you already,” said Kerry, Queen of the Dark. “I’m an evil Goddess. This is just … what I do. Everybody’s got to have a hobby. Really, I was just on my way to quit my job at the bank, fuck the security guard, and then take off to watch a movie. We’re here now, but it doesn’t look like anything worth seeing is playing. And this is much more fun, don’t you think?” “Gnnngh-huh!” replied Christy, fighting for air. Her bra was too tight, even with the boobs swelling up and out of them, her heart pounded, and her wild pants and gasps just couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. Mustering all her will, she forced her hands away from their intimate exploration and slowly, carefully gulped down a mouthful of air. Then Kerry blew on one of Christy’s breasts and rolled her tongue around the hyper-excited nipple. The sensation fired the blonde’s entire body. Her hips thrust in mimicry of copulation, strangulated cries burst from her lips, and Christy found herself pushing her body into the self-proclaimed goddess and begging for another caress. “That’s what I thought,” cooed Kerry, dropping the heavy boob and watching it bounce cutely. “I’ve got an idea …. There’s nothing worth watching on, so how about we make something?” Christy gurgled her response as Kerry grabbed her arm and pulled her into the lobby. “First we need a writer, so how about that guy over there?” She pointed at one of the theatre-goers who’d stopped to watch the incredible display of an otherwise normal—but hot—woman working herself over like a sex crazed bimbo in the main concourse. “He writes porn, you know …. Only on the Internet, but you can get really crazy on the Internet. There’s even stuff about growing boobs. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I mean, you’ve got a set most porn stars would envy, but there’s always room for more, right? I think that our picture could use that sort of spice, and screw the budget!” Kaaaaa-Zap! “Ohhh!” moaned Christy as her own hands ran over her body, trying to caress all of it all at once. Tormenting her? No! It felt much too good to be torment! Thought vanished under the weight of the unbelievable sensations flashing through her body like strikes of lightning discharging throughout the pleasure center of her brain and her throbbing clitoris. Her bra straps pulled tight into her shoulders. “Someone help? Please? My boobs are growing.” TzzzZap! She bucked, arching her back and soaking her blue denim nanoskirt through her naughty pink panties as her sexually overwhelmed body heated itself like never before. Fingers clawed their way to satisfaction, but all the writhing and stroking and pawing and palming just made it worse. Made her want more, hornier, hungrier, hotter. “Please. No.” Zap-zap-POP! Her whole body felt like a clit; one giant firecracker building up to an explosion of purely nuclear proportions. She glowed. She knew it even though she couldn’t see anything. Either her eyelids had closed or her eyeballs had rolled up so far that she was staring backwards—more likely the later. “Oh. Yes!” “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” She moaned as her bra’s clasps began to buckle under the strain and her hands failed utterly in their attempts to hold them. “Oh yes! Please! I’m on fire!” “You ready to get really crazy? Ready to use those big tits to get a complete stranger hard? Ready to tease him and squeeze him and fuck him all to pieces?” “Oh please! Anything!” The cream bra cracked like a whip as it snapped, but it was rendered almost silent by Christy’s scream of anguished, frustrated desire. Soccer ball-sized breasts swayed and rolled as the newly inducted porn actress’s body went into sexual overdrive. “Really, really crazy?” the evil Goddess asked. “Yes! Yes! Please let me have him! I need it so bad! I’ll be the craziest, ever! Just pleeeeeease!” “Would you fuck him on a boat? Would you, could you with a goat?” “Yes! Anything! I need it! Neeeeeed it!” She leapt like a mountain cat, pulling down her prey and tearing into the clothes of the perverted author. “Oh-Kay!” Kerry said, brushing her hands together as she gazed, pleased, at another work of art. “She’s ready for her close-up, Mr. DeMille. But, eeew. The goat …” Her nose wrinkled cutely. “The goat can take care of itself. Me, I came to see a movie that I’d like to watch, so let’s have some girl on girl action!” The two concession stand ladies looked at each other stunned and then hungrily. The lights seemed to flash and suddenly the new lovers went from casual to carefully made-up and clearly bra-less. Lips touched, then one hopped up on the counter, spread her legs and pulled her partner’s head in. Within seconds, her hips squirmed and gyrated as she drove her co-worker on with cries along the lines of, “Oh yeah!” and, “Lick that pussy!” Kerry sat in a director’s chair conjured from nowhere beside a camera that hadn’t been there moments earlier run by a artsy looking fellow in a black QotD Films tee-shirt. She looked around, then pointed at a random blonde in her late teens and motioned toward the hairdresser with the master’s degree and her porn-writing sex toy. “You! Enjoy the F-cups and get in there! I wanna see some serious fucking here, people! Go!” The new recruit blinked as her top began to slowly fill and pull up to reveal her softly-rounded abdomen. “No one’s going to stop this?” she asked, stunned. “Nope,” replied the Goddess. “You can’t either.” “Good. I’ve been dreaming about something like this for years!” The blonde girl smiled and walked, swaying sexily, to join in on the sexual attack on the author as she finished what her breasts started and tore her tee shirt apart. As people all around began group up, get naked, and get it on, Kerry watched, gave some direction, and mixed up the pairings every now before grabbing her camera man and diving into the action herself, reaching through his pants to pull out his dick. “Huh?” said the camera man as his clothes tumbled through him to the floor. “Unnh!” quickly followed as Kerry’s magic lips inflated his cock faster and fuller than he’d ever experienced. After a few moments, she leaned back to examine her handiwork, and the confused guy looked down at a pulsing erection the size of his forearm. “What the fuck!” “There’s no business like show business,” she declared, pushing him down onto the floor. “And watch that language. This will wind up on the internet, and kids will watch it, so keep it clean, OK?” The camera followed as she seated herself and began to ride. “Ohhhhh yes. At last!” “What in the name of Lucifer Morningstar do you think you are doing?” Kerry looked up from the erection she’d been playing with. The sky was blue, the surrounding park looked beautiful, and the cameras were rolling on a cute, but unlikely, couple making out on the hood of a car. “Making a movie, Falyn. I wanted to be an actress when I was a little girl, but I wussed out somewhere along the way.” The demoness shook her head. “Mind reading for someone’s name is such a lame trick.” “Whatever works,” replied Kerry. She licked up her toy’s hard shaft and then held it out as an offering. “Want some?” “No. I gave at the office,” retorted the raven-haired lady in the gothic lingerie staring down at Kerry, haughtily. “I came here to check up on the living embodiment of all that is evil and what do I find? I find that my time is being wasted. For one thing, you are supposed to be a guy.” “Perfectly happy as a girl, thanks, and I can’t be pure evil all the time. A girl’s gotta cut loose every now and then. You sure you don’t want any?” asked Kerry, enlarging her play toy’s cock to baseball bat proportions. With a few quick strokes, the colossal dick erupted like a volcano, spewing ejaculate upwards before falling down to earth as a thick, white rain. “That’s revolting,” sniffed Falyn, looking a bit green. Kerry, growing the dick still taller began to spin around it with a hooked leg while she took her bra off and threw it to the demon. “When the working day is done, Oh,girls, they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just—” “Want you to shut up!” Falyn threw the lacy undergarment to the ground. “You’ve been on the loose for three days, and your body count is exactly zero.” “Duh. It’s hard to be evil to someone who’s dead. I’ve been briefed by the ring and I’ve watching you losers do for evil around here. You know what? You guys are pathetic. You’re so obsessed with immediate gain that you don’t even look at the long term potential. Look at those two—” “Oh yes,” said Falyn, sarcastically, as Rita began shrieking her way into another orgasm. “I can see that they really are suffering. If you want long term investment, you should found a new church or a secret order or something.” Kerry sighed. “Talk about dull! Secret societies are work, work, work, but those two will be good for a baby or two a year, resulting in more mouths to feed, and more bums in car seats, to further strain the environment. The baby clothes will come from an Asian sweatshop where kids not that much older slave 14 hours a day for a nickel. “That is pure evil, and I don’t have to do anything. I can just sit back and enjoy!” “You can justify it however you want, Kerry, but that’s not what this is about. I have more evil in either pinky fingernail than you have in your whole body, so buh-bye.” With that, the raven-locked beauty belched smoke and a flickering black light. “Oh please,” groaned Kerry from within the ring of dark flame. “Demon Fyre. How passé. And such utterly, pathetically, pretentious spelling. Why don’t we try huge tits; exhibitionism; and an all-consuming, burning need for anal sex?” “You can’t do that!” protested Falyn as her already perky-looking demonic rack burst out of the gothic lingerie serving as her uniform and the fire in her eyes dimmed to a hungry flicker. “I can do anything I want. I’m a goddess and you’re just some dumb angel too stupid to see she’d picked the wrong side in a factional dispute.” “I got huge titties!” was the demoness’s final retort. Kerry rolled her eyes and got back to playing with her monstrously erect sex pet. Falyn giggled and wandered away, eventually saying to the first guy she saw, “Hi! Like, I’m horny. Wanna fuck my ass?”