April lights the last candle and sits down cross legged on her bedroom floor.  Megan opens the book she brought to a specific predetermined page marked with a feather and then lays the book down upon her crossed legs as she reads aloud its words.  Katie places a herbal smudge stick over a candle flame causing it to lite, then swirls the smoking herbal incense bundle over their heads in a roughly three foot diameter circle.

 

               The three girls look at one another apprehensively.  ‘What if this actually works?’ they are all secretly thinking to themselves.

 

               Megan continues to recite from the book, invoking the name of the boy “Brad” that April likes and is romantically curious about.  As she does the smoke ring Katie has been circling begins to change.  The more Megan reads from the book, the more the circle of smoke transforms into a miniature hurricane like storm with an eye of crashing waves.

 

               The circular storm lowers down from above their heads to chest level, forming a two foot diameter swirling outer ring of green and purple clouds sparking with blue lightning bolts as the inner surface begins to ripple down.  As the inner vortex clears down into a glassy surface, the vision of Brad sleeping in his bed emerges.

 

               The three girls look in wide eyed amazement as the image of Brad, April’s love interest, is clearly visible in the tranquil, central vortex of the micro storm before them.

 

               The three girls giggle in amusement as they stare down at Brad asleep in his bed.

 

 

…..

 

 

               The loud sound of girlish giggling stirs Brad from his sleep.  Awakened, Brad is astonished to see the three giant faces of April, Megan, and Katie peering down at him from what was his bedroom ceiling, currently surrounded by a swirling ring of yellow and red clouds bursting with orange sparks.

 

“Hi Brad” April says waving and smiling down through the vortex at the confused boy.

 

“Ap…April?  What is going on?  Am I dreaming?” Brad asks as he looks around at what is otherwise his bedroom, with the obvious exception of his ceiling which is somehow now a view gazing up at April’s, Megan’s, and Katie’s huge faces.

 

 

…..

 

“You’re in bed silly” April huffs at him, causing a gust of her breath to blow back his hair and flutter his bedsheets.

 

“Did you just see that?” Katie asks.

 

“See what?” Megan asks in return.

 

“Watch” Katie says as she blows at Brad through the vortex.  Brad is blown down forcefully upon his bed as his sheets fly off and land across the room, revealing Brad wearing only his underwear.

 

The three girls look at one another incredulously.

 

“Cute tightie whities” April giggles down at the bewildered Brad.

 

“Wait, that means…..we can cross the vortex!” Katie gleefully informs her two friends.

 

Staring down at Brad, April ponders the situation; her lips slowly form a big smile.

 

April slowly, hesitantly brings her right hand to the surface of the vortex.  She looks at Megan and Katie, who both reluctantly nod their heads in approval.  April then slowly slides her right hand into the vortex.

 

 

…..

 

 

Brad’s eyes open wide in disbelief as April’s gigantic hand emerges from the realm that once was his bedroom ceiling.  Frozen in both horror and denial, he feels April’s enormous hand wrap around him.  A strange surge of energy surges through his body as he feels the warmth of her giant hand take hold of him and smells the intense fragrance of her floral scented hand lotion.

 

 

…..

 

 

A soft tickle brushes across April’s right butt cheek, startling April and causing her to jolt upright as she looks over her right shoulder just in time to see her kitten Mittens walking past behind her derriere.  Her eyes roll back and she faints.

 

Megan and Katie watch in disbelief as April jolts upright, jerking her hand out of the vortex along with an eight inch Brad in her grasp.  The vortex collapses in upon itself as a bright blue bolt of lightning strikes the hand of April holding Brad.  The green and purple roiling cauldron implodes upon itself resulting in a small mushroom cloud of grey incense smoke that quickly dissipates in gentle wisps into the bedroom.

 

“Aaa!” the small Brad screams out as April squeezes him tightly in her grip, April’s unconscious body falling backwards onto the floor.

 

“Ahhh!  Ahhh!  Uugh!  Oh Fuck!” come the soft cries of Brad being crushed in the tight clench of April’s fist.  Brad feels his body being squashed in April’s almighty hand.  She is lying back on the floor, apparently unresponsive, as she is compressing him relentlessly from his chest to his thighs into a tight little bundle.

 

 

…..

 

 

“APRIL!  APRIL WAKE UP!” Katie yells as she pulls April’s head and shoulders up off the floor.

 

“Are you alright?  April please.  PLEASE!” Megan pleads as she places her right thigh beneath April’s head to rest upon.

 

“Look!” Katie points at April’s right hand.

 

“He’s dead!  We have to save April!” Megan sobs as her eyes begin to tear up.

 

“No!  Look!” Katie insists as she points to April’s tightly clenched fist.

 

Megan glances down.  She is in shock.  April has squeezed Brad’s torso so tightly that he should be dead.  Instead, his arms and legs are simply flailing about as he screams in agony.

 

“How…how is he still alive?” Megan asks momentarily distracted from her friend April.

 

April’s mind drifts through various plateaus of understanding and twisted connections to the universe.  With clarity she never experienced before, she saw herself as something, NO, Some-ONE she never contemplated before.  A GODDESS!  April felt a degree of control and empowerment beyond that of normal interactions.  April realizes she has absolute power, control, and authority; and that little Brad is just the first, just the beginning; yet the most endearing to her heart.

 

Suddenly April breaths out deeply as one does after being revived from drowning.  She raises herself off of Megan’s thigh and sits back upright.  “I see it now” April states in a clear voice.

 

 

…..

 

 

After a few moments of silence and deep felt relief, the three girls all sit back down on the floor.  All eyes are on the eight inch tall Brad in April’s grip.  Concerned about its possible behavior, Katie scoots April’s kitten Mittens out of the room and closes the door behind it.

 

“What did you mean, you see it now?” Katie asks April. 

 

“And what are we going to do with an eight inch tall Brad?  How are we going to explain this?  No one is going to believe we were playing with spells and conjured a portal.  This isn’t something we can say in court to prove our innocence.  We fucked up and now were all in trouble.  We’re so screwed.” Megan sighs.

 

“We are NOT in trouble, and we CAN do it again.  Only not in some court of law.  Rather a court of our own convening.”  April states confidently as she lifts the small form of Brad up before her, a look of terror and confusion upon his face.

 

Looking at the bewildered expressions on her friends’ faces, April continues “When my hand came out of the vortex, I saw a structure of biology that I never even contemplated before.  How cells formed together in the past to form larger organisms, an unheard chemical message linking them together to create new and bigger organisms, and so on until they formed humans.  This unheard chemical message, this attraction of elements went out beyond the individual cell.  What I saw…what I now know…the reality is the cells of my body can reach out to the cells of another being just as they do to each other within my own body.   Imagine someone from a thousand years ago shown a cell phone, a car, a computer, an airplane.  They would have no idea how any of it worked, that it must be magic.  Now imagine us seeing a thousand years into the future, current science, physics, chemistry we would call it magic.”

 

Megan and Katie look at one another with expressions of mockery.  Both thinking to themselves ‘That really messed with April’s mind.’

 

“I know what you must be thinking.  That I am blabbering senselessly, but watch.” April tells her friends as she opens her right hand exposing Brad’s midsection.  Reaching in with her left hand she forcefully rips Brad’s underwear off and tosses it off to the side.

 

 

…..

 

 

‘No matter how much I scream, my voice is either to minute to be heard or April, Megan, and Katie are deliberately ignoring my pleas.  This must be a dream, if not a nightmare.’ Brad thinks to himself.

 

“Please!  Please let me go!  I beg of you April, stop squeezing me, IT HURTS!  Just Please I beg of you let me go!” I cry out continuously.

 

April simply takes no notice of me until she opens her clenched fist and rips off my underpants.  The three girls laugh at my exposed manhood as April says “My Tight Bra.” in a deafening voice.

 

A weird combination of gravitational, electro-mechanical, biological, and chemical based forces descend upon every cell of my being.  My entire existence is suddenly centered upon April’s breasts.  I begin to convulse in spasms as I feel myself quickly, violently transform almost instantaneously into an odd shaped piece of white, frilly laced piece of fabric. 

 

I try to shout out only to screech in protest; but no sooner has the transformation started than it ended.  To be truthful, I feel good.  My senses are all heightened.  My vision has been expanded, from having two eyes to a full 360 degree field of vision.  My olfactory sense of smell is now extremely acute; not only can I smell April’s hand lotion; I can now smell the incense that was burning in the room earlier, along with the perfume, body sweat, and pheromones from April’s curvy body with an intensity that I truly enjoy.  My tongue is gone, yet I can taste the air around me.  I feel the heat from where April’s hand is holding me, and the relatively cool over the rest of my being.

 

I feel April moving around, she is removing her current top.  Her massive breasts ride high upon her chest and barely droop an inch after she releases them.  Being a frequenter of porn sites on my laptop, I’m amazed at how firm, full, and rounded her breasts are.  Usually only the porn stars with breast jobs have such firm, melon sized and melon shaped tits.  ‘And what colossal tits April has!’ I note to myself.

 

Then an unfamiliar sensation as she puts both her long arms between my own arms and legs as she pulls my now split face up against her enormous chest.  I can smell and taste the skin of her humongous breasts, and hear the loud thumping of her heart beat and drawn out breaths as my now two mouths latch upon her nipples.  As she fastens my arms and legs behind her back I am extended out in a painful, perverse form as if I am in a medieval rack, or a severe medical contraction in an effort to hold up and constrain April’s ponderous breasts.  I feel stretched out far beyond my limits as I strain to contain such mammoth mammary.  My senses of sight, taste, smell, and touch are focused entirely inwards upon April’s boobs as well as my arms and legs strapped around her back and shoulders.  My hands and feet form a clip behind her back, snapping me in place.

 

I can smell and taste every inch of April’s body I am in contact with.  From her back, to the tightness beneath each of her monumental breasts and upon her now lactating nipples dripping slowly; I smell and taste April’s chest.  I feel an incessant need to suckle, and am rewarded with a warm flow of inviting, sweet, creamy vanilla milk; yet I never feel my constant hunger filled.  Instead I feel a flow of sexual energy course within me only to stream back to April’s mammoth chest offering her the sexual response I am forever to be denied.

 

My arms stretch over April’s breast and up over her shoulders then down her back to grasp my legs.  My legs themselves each spread out from either underside of April’s chest then around her upper torso towards her back to meet at her spine.  That’s where my hands and feet are fastened together in the form of a bra clasp.  With my face making up the cups of April’s bra, and my arms and legs as bra straps stretched over her shoulders and around her upper torso, the remainder of my body is straining in agony between and below her tight cleavage in a desperate attempt to hold her massive bra cups, my face, in place.  I am in both heaven and hell.  I quickly realize being in such a hellish medieval rack upon my body is well worth being in the constant agony worth suffering for such a beautiful, delightful heaven.  My newly formed mouths suckling away upon April’s nipples, damned be the strain upon my body, just let me take in one more drop of her delicious creamy, vanilla breast milk.

 

 

 

…..

 

 

April sighs in delight.  Her large breasts are bursting forth from the one size to small, white lace bra she is wearing.  The constant suckling of her nipples is causing a sexual energy to flow from her breasts back to within her body.  After a few mere moments April convulses in orgasm after orgasm after repeated orgasms until she purposely decides to deliberately slow down her lactation.

 

Sexually exhausted, April explains to a bewildered Megan and Katie that a connection on the cellular level has now been established between her breasts and Brad.  His is literally connected to April’s breasts on a subatomic level.  She can change him into anything related to her tits.  Pasties, bras, corset, bustier, so long as he is in contact with her chest the cellular connection between them shall continue.  In essence making Brad April’s permanent, stupendous boulder holders and nothing else, ever!

 

Megan and Katie look at April perplexed in confusion.  They both saw Brad become April’s bra, then beyond that sexually appease her.  There is more to this spell than either has imagined, and April has become a master of its power.  Could they also become masters of it as well?

 

Katie once again lights a sprig of incense from one of the candles and then swirls the smoking smudge stick over their heads in a roughly three foot diameter circle.

 

Megan opens the book once again to the specific predetermined page she has marked with a feather and then lays the book down upon her crossed legs as she reads aloud its words. 

 

Megan recites from the book, invoking the name of the boy “Paul”, a schoolmate whom she secretly likes.

 

As she does the smoke ring Katie has been circling begins to change.  The more Megan reads from the book, the more the circle of smoke transforms into a miniature hurricane like storm with an eye of crashing waves.

 

               The circular storm lowers down from above their heads to chest level, forming a two foot diameter swirling outer ring of green and purple clouds sparking with blue lightning bolts as the inner surface begins to ripple down.  As the inner vortex settles down to a glassy surface, the vision of Paul watching pornography on his bedroom computer emerges.

 

 

…..

Paul’s View

 

 

               Paul removes his headphones as he looks up at the swirling ring of yellow and red clouds bursting with orange sparkles above his head.  Paul’s mouth drops open as he sees three girls’ humongous faces looking down upon him from the center of the vertex as it begins to settle down.

 

               “What the fuck?” Paul questions aloud as one of the girls, he recognizes as his classmate Megan, shifts her posture as her giantess hand enters through what was the ceiling of his room and grabs him in her fist.  Paul squirms as he feels himself being pulled up.  He enters the vortex that was once his ceiling as jolts of orange lightning hit his body, as he begins to emerge through the other side the lightning transitions to blue.

 

 

…..

The Girls’ View

 

               Megan falls back upon the floor, an eight inch Paul clutched tightly in her right hand.  After several minutes of her body convulsing in spasms, and the cries from Katie to wake up, Megan begins to stir back into consciousness.  April makes no attempt to revive her friend; she already knows what Megan is quickly learning and that all shall be alright, even better.

 

 

…..

Paul’s View

 

               ‘WHAT THE HELL?’ I think to myself.  One moment I’m on my computer watching some bitch licking another bitch between her legs, then my bedroom ceiling is gone and there’s some storm above my head, and weirder still my classmate Megan reaches in and grabs me.  IN HER HAND!  I feel chilling goosebumps all over as I am being held in Megan’s hand.  I’ve wrestled guys above my weight class; yet none of them ever had me in such an unyielding hold.  Megan’s power over me is indescribable other than one word, “absolute”.  Megan lays back, my body compressed in her firm grip, gasping for the ability to take in a single breath.  I see that I am now in some girl’s bedroom.  Two other of my schoolmates are there.  Katie, in the most incredible nighty yelling at Megan to wake up, and April smiling down at me as her huge breasts struggle to spill out from a way to tight bra straining to contain her massive chest.

 

               While held in Megan’s grip, an odd sensation surges through my body.  I felt it initially when she first took me in her fist, it grew as she lifted me up and those orange and blue bolts of lightning hit me.  It felt as if….. as if my body was now fluid….. as if I were clay about to be molded into something else.  Even stranger, I sensed…..NO….. I knew Megan now has control over my form, my very essence. 

 

               I scream out in the agony from the compressive force of Megan’s all-powerful grip upon my body in her hand, as I cry out in fear of the dominance and reign she has upon my being.

 

               Megan sits up, her grasp upon me loosening slightly, though with more strength than the entire junior varsity wrestling team in her grip.

 

 

…..

The Girls’ View

 

Megan sits up, ignoring the screams of fear and agony from the eight inch Paul clutched in her right fist.  She looks at April, “I see it now.  I get it.  It’s all a simple symbiotic relationship.  It all makes such sense how could I have not known this before.” She smiles as she looks down at Paul helpless in the overpowering grip of her hand.   She flicks her left hand over Paul, causing his clothing to rip from his body revealing his naked form as his shirt and pants are tossed aside.

 

               “My Absorbent And Changeable Panty!” Megan says aloud as Paul’s body twitches in contractions as his body quickly reduces into a piece of cloth. 

 

               Megan strips her current white, full back panty off and pulls Paul, her frilly pink T-back thong up her legs.

 

 

…..

Paul’s View

 

Trying to wrap my mind around what has just happened; I instead find my mind fixated as my body slides around Megan’s stinky, sweaty feet then up Megan’s long, sensuous legs.  Somehow my face has been concentrate within Megan’s legs as she pulls me up from her toes, over her shapely calves, along her upper thighs, and then firmly stretched across her inviting pussy and deep between her ass cheeks as my arms and legs wrap around her waist and hips.

 

               My mind, my entire focus is upon the inside of Megan’s panty, as I am now Megan’s living, breathing, conscious thong.  Never before have all of my senses been so keenly focused as they are now between Megan’s legs.  Never before have I been so enamored as I am now by Megan’s pussy and ass. 

 

Though parts of me are in darkness, I can sense her most private areas in exacting detail; her well-groomed, jet black pubic hairs trimmed in the shape of a thin strip above her pussy {i.e. The Hollywood Style} tickle me.  Otherwise her smooth, hairless vagina, butt-crack, and hips feel slick and allow for close, unencumbered contact with Megan’s silky smooth skin.

 

I can smell and taste in minute detail Megan’s sweet yet musky, almost tangy pussy.  Her asshole smells and tastes earthy, like bitter candy.  Her ass crack has a lite “after workout sweat” scent and flavor, while her hips and waist are rich in arousing sexual pheromones.  All in all, Megan’s body is beautiful, succulent and delightful.

 

               Every fiber of my being is focused inward upon Megan’s pussy, butt crack, and hips as I embrace them as her frilly pink T-back thong.  Though my mind is focused inwardly upon Megan, I notice another change about me.  Not only has my body transmogrified into her panty, my belief in purpose has also evolved into one of religious devotion and subjugation to Megan’s sexuality.  Though fully in procession of my mental faculties, my mind is also under the control of Megan’s desires.  Her passions now override my personal inclinations as my usefulness is now determined by Megan; and it feels great.

 

 

…..

The Girls’ View

 

               Megan squats back down as she feels her living T-back panty surrender itself to sniffing and licking her nether regions.

 

               In complete control now, and realizing her power over her living panty; Megan gives into her sexual urges and instructs her panty to satisfy her as she lies back upon the bedroom floor.

 

 

…..

Paul’s View

 

               Paul feels the warmth from Megan’s pussy build into a heat.  His newly transformed body reacts instinctively to each of Megan’s sexual urges.

 

               The individual parts of his previous body, his head, torso and groin have been blended together to form the crotch and ass portion of Megan’s pink frilly T-back thong, while his arms and legs form the side straps; causing his mouth, tongue, nose, and cock to all sense every bit of Megan they cover simultaneously.

 

               He shivers over Megan’s wet clit, as if a living vibrator.  His lips, tongue, and cock rub up and down along Megan’s succulent pussy.  His face, nose, and mouth plant succulent kisses upon Megan’s tasty asshole as they suckle upon her anus.

 

               Like a marionette controlled by the strings of its puppeteer marionettist, Paul feels the panty thong form of his body respond in unison to the needs and desires of Megan’s pussy and asshole.  He is more along for the ride than in the driver’s seat.  His body builds with mounting sexual energy, on the brink of orgasm Paul feels all the sexual energy flow to Megan for her climax.  He is left frustrated and drenched in Megan’s orgasm as his new cloth form soaks in each drop of her wetness.

 

 

…..

The Girls’ View

 

               After her third orgasm, Megan slowly sits back up.  Her breathing slowly calming down, her body covered in a lite layer of sweat, except for her panty thong which was soft, clean, and dry.

 

               “That looked intense.” April smiles at Megan.

 

               “It WAS intense.  AND my panty is self-cleaning.  AND I can make him into any style panty or shorts I want.” Megan smiles back.  Looking down at her panty she pats the crotch, “Good Boy”.

 

               “MYYY Turn!” Katie exclaims excitedly pointing to herself. 

 

 

Megan, fully acquainted with the conjuring spell, plus all the other spells in the book just as April has been since her experience being the first to cross the portal, the conjuring spell is now fully committed to both their memories as easy as the words to “Happy Birthday” are to people around the world.  Megan begins to recite the words to the spell no longer needing the book.

 

Fully aware of the entire ritual, April lights the incense smudge stick once again and makes a smoke ring as she has done twice before.

 

The descending smoke ring, the miniature hurricane with a swirling outer ring of green and purple clouds sparking with blue lightning bolts, the inner watery surface calming down to a clear surface to reveal a boy named Al.  He is standing by a stairway holding a fire extinguisher staring up at the ceiling.  Bewildered, Al calls out the name ‘Katie’ as a huge feminine hand takes him up in her clutches.  All is as has already happened twice before tonight, only with a new prey.

 

 

…..

A Few Minutes Latter

 

 

Coming out of her delirium, with her head resting in April’s lap while Megan gently wipes Katie’s curly blond hair out of her face; Katie is now fully aware of the conjuring spells power, as well as the rest of the spells within the book.

 

“Holy Shit!  I see it.  I get it.  I know what you two are talking about.  This is amazing!” Katie exclaims.

 

Sitting back up, Katie holds the eight inch tall Al in her left palm as she swipes away his clothes and the fire extinguisher he is holding, then shrinks him down to one inch in height.  She picks him up between her right hand thumb and index finger, only his head is visible sticking out.  Katie leans forward lifting her butt up; she then reaches around behind herself with Al down the back of her panty.

 

April and Megan watch in revulsion at Katie’s face contorting as she squirms, obviously stuffing Al face first in her asshole.

 

Katie removes her hand from the back of her panty, minus one Al.

 

“EWE!  You just shoved Al up your asshole” Megan winces in disgust.

 

“He is most certainly NOT UP my asshole” Katie sneers in protest.

 

“Uh, Katie.  We just watched you.  You most definitely put him up your asshole” April tenderly disagrees.

 

“As I said, Al is not UP my asshole.  Al IS My Asshole” Katie laughs triumphantly realizing she won the play on words.  “Anyways, thanks to my strict vegetarian diet, my shit doesn’t stink.  I don’t even have to wipe my butt after I take a dump because my bowels are so clean and healthy.  He’ll love it down there if he doesn’t already.”

 

April and Megan look at one another in utter disbelief, and a bit of disgust.

 

 

…..

Al’s View

 

 

“COME ON COME ON.  DAMN IT!” I curse out loud as my video-game character loses a life as the room he is in gets blown up.  Completely submerged in my online, first person shooter game, I hardly take notice as my family’s basement entertainment room seems to get blown up along with that of my online game.  I slowly come to notice the entire basement ceiling is a swirling fiery mass of yellow and red with orange flashes.

 

“OH SHIT!” I yell out in panic, while thinking the entertainment system must have shorted out and caused a fire.  I look to see if the fire extinguisher is still by the bottom of the stairway.  It’s there, no one has moved it.  I throw down my game controller and rip off my headphones as I jump up out of my gaming chair and run over to grab the extinguisher.  As I pick it up, I see the center of the fiery mass has turned into a calm surface, and the absolutely immense faces of Katie, April, and Megan looking down at me.

 

“Katie?” I call out perplexed as I watch her colossal hand pass through the ceiling and grab me in her mighty grip.  I gasp in agony as she pulls me up.  A few seconds later and I am being squeezed effortlessly in her powerful grip as she lays back, her head upon April’s lap.

 

My body is being compressed as if putty in Katie’s hand.  At the same time I feel something has changed in me, and my life’s course.  My ambitions, my beliefs, my purpose are those of Katie’s slightest whim; even though I have complete cognizance of my own mind and will. 

 

I try to call out to Katie as she eventually sits back upright.  She is telling April, whose massive breasts are straining her bra to no end, and Megan wearing the brightest pink, frilly panty I have ever seen, that she “sees it” and “gets it” and that “this is amazing”.   I begin to wonder what Katie is talking about, yet in the recesses of my mind I almost understand, though the details are hazy and indistinct.

 

Gazing up at Katie she opens her grip upon me, waving her left hand to strip me of my cloths and the fire extinguisher I have been holding.  Naked in Katie’s palm, she shrinks me down in size as if anything she imagines becomes my reality.

 

Scared, frightened, nervous, terrified, afraid, intimidated, what word could best describe my abject horror of my current predicament?

 

Katie grips me between her thumb and index finger, and passes me behind her back and down to her panty covered butt crack.  She pushes me beneath her panty and in between her butt cheeks, sliding me down face first till I arrive at her pristine pink asshole.

 

I’ve always loved the look of Katie’s ass; but never imagined I’d ever get so close to it, more or less at such a dramatic scale.

 

As much as I have adored Katie’s ass, I never thought it would actually smell so beautiful.  I imagined it would smell, well like any ass; but she has an incredible fragrance.

 

Held firmly between Katie’s thumb and forefinger, I am forced face first into her aromatic asshole.  Katie releases her fingers griping me and I am left in Katie’s anus.

 

In the strangest two seconds of my life I feel my body absorbed by Katie’s anus, becoming one and the same.  My face is focused inwardly within Katie’s bowels, while my own rear is now Katie’s.  In essence and in truth, I am Katie’s anus.

 

With all the senses of my face focused inwardly within Katie’s anus, I have to admit I LOVE it.  The smell is more of a rich, earthy fragrance than a stench; similar to early spring morning blossoms.  Her ass taste is more of a rich, dark chocolate than anything revolting; more candy than crap; maybe due to Katie’s very strict vegetarian diet.  Then again, perhaps due to Katie being a Hot Ass Gorgeous Woman, an actual GODDESS. 

 

“SNIFFFF!  Damn!  I Love it in here!”  This is Truly Beautiful, Truly Sacred, Absolute Heaven!  I Adore Katie's Asshole!  Katie's Asshole is God Almighty!

 

 

…..

The Girls’ View

 

 

“That’s just gross.  How sick.  And we all saw it, you inserted Al face first inside as your asshole, AS your asshole.  I can’t believe you just…” Megan is interrupted mid-protest by April. 

 

“How does it feel?” April asks.

 

“You can’t be serious.  She just turned a boy into her asshole, Facing INSIDE, INTO Her Ass, and all you can do is ask how it feels” Megan says in a raised voice.

 

“And you are wearing Paul as your panty, or did you forget Megan?” April asks snidely. 

 

Hesitantly Megan thinks out her response.  “April, do you really compare Brad your bra and Paul my panty to Al, April’s ASSHOLE?”

 

“No.  No I don’t.  I think Katie has come to terms with this more than we have” April answers back, bringing a smile to Katie’s face.

 

“How so?” Megan asks arrogantly.

 

“I love my new Brad Bra.  I’m pretty sure you love your new Paul Panty.  And Katie loves her new Al Asshole.  Why should we hide our new found pleasures?” April asks back.

 

“Because…..Well it’s just that…..It’s not…..” Megan tries to answer.  In her mind, through her analytic thought process, morals be damned, Megan can not come up with any reason why not.  “I don’t know.  I’m not sure.  I guess I haven’t given the particular…..no, the moral…..hmmm, the…..the ethical implications…..no…..NO…..my personal desires their true acceptance.”  Megan takes her time realizing her slip of the tongue, and then gives her answer.  “There’s no reason we should not, And Our Own Desires Are All That Matter” Megan states loudly as she sits up straight realizing her epiphany.

 

April claps her hands in joy of Megan ending her reluctance and accepting her power to do as she wants with Paul her Panty.  April and Megan lean into one another and embrace in a loving, caring hug.

 

“Hum Hummm!” Katie interrupts their moment of solidarity.  April and Megan both look at her confused.

 

“Well it seems we have a few problems.  Three boys from our school will be found missing tomorrow morning.  Three boys with little associations with one another other than three girls who spent the night alone together” Katie states candidly.

 

April and Megan slowly release their loving hug and sigh in despair.  They both know that both public and police attention will be focused upon their school, and more directly upon them.

 

“Relax nerds” Katie says to calm their fears.  “All we have to do is create confusion.  Three boys disappear from this town” she winks.  “Two boys disappear from the next town over.  And four boys disappear from yet another town.”

 

Now confused herself, Megan asks “How will…..five boys, wait…..eight boys total missing from this town or that help any of us?  I think we should return Brad, Paul, and Al.  Then forget any of this ever happened.  The boys will just rack all this up to weird dreams.  It’s not as if they will be comparing notes, none of them even knows what has happened to the other two.”

 

“First off, Brad, Paul, and Al are ours.  No matter what you think of Paul your Panty, my new asshole is there to stay.  It’s not going anywhere.  It, Al, is my living, thinking, breathing, asshole and it is completely conscious of that fact as am I.  Second, just as Brad heard you Megan turn Paul into your panty, and Brad and Paul both heard me turn Al into my asshole, except for Al they do know what has happened to the others and can compare notes.  Brad and Paul can hear us, remember.  Al, on the other hand, is now my asshole, tonight, tomorrow, forever after, end of story.  He only hears my stomach gurgling, heart beating, and so on.  Third, are you really willing to give up our new found abilities when you could be expanding upon them?  Do you trust Brad the Bra and Paul your Panty never to tell others our secret, even if they MIGHT think it was all just a dream?” Katie asks her two friends.

 

“Brad IS My Bra!” April chimes in.  “Or should I say Brad Bra is the only bra I’ll be wearing, EVER.  I don’t care how many bras I have, whatever bra I am wearing at any time I want it to be Brad Bra.”  April says as she cuddles the soft, silk, lace fabric of her living bra against her large, firm, heaving breasts.  April feels a mild tingle from Brad Bra in response.

 

“I have to admit, I love…Love…LOVE my Paul Panty.” Megan confesses.  “Ok, so how do we go about this exactly?”

 

“Well, we each met members of other township schools football, soccer, lacrosse, and softball teams accused of sexual harassment.  So we know the names of a few for us to use in the spell.  After that, we take Mr. Louden the pedophile.  Suspicion will naturally fall upon him.  It will appear as if a sexually abusive, pedophile community all took flight during the night, abducting our three little playthings in the process.”

 

“Louden the Louse.  I like it.  I’ss lllike it aaa lllot” Megan overemphasizes her words.  “And I’m sure Paul Panty will be very happy staying where he is.” Megan says as she gently palms her panty’s crotch.  Little blue sparks like static electricity erupt between her panty and the areas of her body it is covering, stimulating her pussy, hips, and ass crack within.  Megan breaths deeply as her eyes drift off blissfully.

 

April bounces up and down clapping her hands, “YAY!  This is going to be so much fun.”

 

Megan is brought out of her euphoria by April’s exuberant celebration and quickly removes her hand from her crotch, at least for now.  “But in reality, aren’t WE the ‘sexually abusive, pedophile community’?”

 

“No, we are the END to the ‘sexually abusive, pedophile community.’  How many future abuses, rapes are we putting an end to if we take action now?” Katie questions her friends.  “We are actually the good girls in all of this.  Well perhaps with the exceptions we all currently each wearing.  True, a few are innocent of any deviant behavior; but…..THEY BELONG TO US!”

 

After a few moments of introspection, they each nod to one another in agreement.  Not only is this the best thing they could do, it is the right thing for them to do.

 

“So we’re all committed to this, right?” April asks.

 

“Definitely” Megan answers back.

 

“Absolutely” Katie claps her hands in excitement.

 

“Ok then, if you don’t mind I want to go first again.  And I want Mr. Louden.” April tells them.

 

“Why do you want him so badly?” Katie asks quizzically.

 

“There is something I always wanted to try.  Remember that old fad, girls swallowing those tiny toy cars called Micro MachinesTM?   They would have contests to see which girl could swallow the most.  Well it’s been well reported Louden drives a white van, and police believe he used it to abduct some of his victims.” April informs Megan and Katie.

 

“Sooo, you want to swallow Louden’s white van?” Katie asks.

 

“PRECISELY!” April exclaims happily.

 

“Uh, why swallow his van?” Megan shakes her head confused as to such a mundane use of their newly founded powers.

 

“Because silly, he’ll be in it” April looks to Megan, then to Katie, back to Megan, and once again to Katie while waiting for a reaction.

 

Megan and Katie burst out laughing.  “You Go Girl!” Megan high fives April.  “I think you’re finally getting into this” Katie puts her hands up to join a high five with both April and Megan.

 

“I’ll need to incorporate a few of the other spells from the book for this deception to work”

 

The three girls sit around the candles as Katie rings her smoke circle while April, now fully acquainted with the spell and its full potential, as are Megan and Katie, recites the spell along with the name “Mr. Louden the pedophile”.