[Had this mostly finished already; sorry to make a different branch, Matt]
Dustin and Bobbie walked mechanically through the halls, their bodies still locked into the post-dinner autopilot. Reaching the spot in the second floor hallway that they’d been when the dinner bell had called them down, they stopped, Bobbie taking Dustin’s leash in her hand as they resumed their exact starting positions. While free from the dominatrix mindset imposed by the riding crop, Bobbie was more than up for a bit of fun, and wrapped the chain of the leash around her hand, coyly.
“So, little Dustin,” she half-purred, looking down on him from her ‘compromise’ height of 6’6”. “What do you say we take your new parts out for a test drive?”
Dustin gulped, pulling his bathrobe tighter around himself and feeling strangely vulnerable. “Uh, no, that’s okay. I’m still pretty confused about this whole thing… I just want some time to figure it out.”
Bobbie feigned surprise, widening her eyes and drawing her mouth into a suggestive ‘o’ shape. “You’re really not the least bit curious about how it feels?”
The warmth and tension that was slowly building up to Dustin’s stomach couldn’t be ignored, nor could the hungry cleft between his legs. “Of course I’m curious! But this… this is a big thing. A big, private thing. I, uh… I want to try it out alone first, okay?”
Bobbie pouted. “What’s the matter, don’t you like me?”
Caught, his stomach seemed to sink into his new womb. “Look, Bobbie… To be honest, you kind of scare me. I mean, first you’re shy and angry, and then you get all ‘bitchy domme,’ and now you’re nicer, but coming on way strong for someone who used to be a guy.” She started to protest, but he held up a hand and cut her off. “It’s not fair, I know, because a lot of that was probably this place screwing with you, but that’s just it. Physical changes, I might not be too happy about, but I can deal with… but mental changes scare the crap out of me, and you’re, like, the poster girl for them. I didn’t even want to be here, anyway, but I am, so I just need some time to adjust. Hell, I don’t even know how long I was stuck in that mirror!”
That threw Bobbie for a loop, and she latched onto the least hurtful part. “What mirror?”
“That’s where I was. I mean, where I’ve been. There was this mirror, and…” he paused. “You didn’t even notice I was missing, did you?”
“Missing?” Bobbie asked, both curious and slightly guilty, even though she was certain that she hadn’t met this dimension’s Dustin before.
“Yeah. I randomly showed up while you were in the shower, and you were pissed off, then we got called down to dinner, and Norman vanished, and we got sent back to the bedroom, where you were all yelling at me, and Alan tried to curse me, so I high tailed it. I was looking for a way to go home, but I found this mirror, instead, and the next thing I know you’re there, all giant with cat ears, and Alan’s a dark elf with really some pretty silly looking breasts, and it’s suddenly dinnertime again, so it has to have been at least a day…” Dustin stopped for breath, frustration at his situation having caused him to run at the mouth a bit.
Once she finished parsing what he’d said, Bobbie smiled. “You weren’t trapped in any mirror. I’m guessing that was a portal from your version of the House to this one. Kind of the same thing happened to me. It’s still the first day here, so don’t worry!”
“Oh,” Dustin replied, lamely.
“So,” Bobbie finished, brightly. “Now that you know, wanna have some fun?”
“No.” Dustin gently took the leash from her hands. “No offense, but you’re not really my type. You’re kind of scary-tall, and I’m not into furries.” He spun on his heel and set off down the hallway, leaving Bobbie standing there.
“Right… no offense,” she whispered after him in a hurt voice.
“Bob, cut it out!” Alan complained for what seemed like the tenth time.
“Sorry, I keep trying to move my legs while we’re walking. It’s just reflex, ya know?”
“Yeah, well, focus. All you’re doing is making me feel stuff… down there.”
“Like you need to tell me that,” Bob retorted. “I’ve got a front row seat!”
The symbiotic pair were making their way back to the dining room (or, at least, Alan was; with Bob along for the ride). Alan’s hands were still cuffed behind her back, which, coupled with the oceanic movement of her beachball-sized breasts, made for slow going. Bob was flushed with arousal, which caused Alan’s nipples to clench tightly enough that ivory droplets of milk were squeezed out to dribble down in stark contrast to her obsidian skin. As soon as they’d reached the bottom of the staircase, Bob could take it no longer, and commanded Alan to have yet another orgasm, causing her to clutch feebly at the banister as her pussy exploded with pleasure.
Once Alan felt that her shaky legs were able to support her (which took a surprisingly short amount of time… almost as if the orgasm had energized her somewhat), she started moving again, berating her vagina as she did so.
“We need to hurry, you know! If Madison isn’t still there with the magic… thingy…”
“Vibrator,” Bob supplied helpfully.
“I know what it is! If we can’t get it back, we might be stuck like this! You made these tits way too big; I can’t even see the ground!”
“So hurry up!” Bob shot back. “I can’t really do much about it.”
“You can stop making me cum every ten feet!” Alan argued.
“Well, stop getting me so horny, then!” Even his words, originating as they did from her most sensitive spot, were causing their shared arousal to climb up yet again.
Several minutes (and several orgasms) later, Alan reached the doorway to the dining room, and peeked in. “Okay, she’s still in there! Just let me doing the talking, okay?” The black-skinned beauty stepped tentatively into the room, her enormous tits leading the way by a fair margin.
Madison O’Brien, the blonde, teenaged beauty who served as the head maid in Author House, was seated at the now-clean dining room table, looking as if she had been waiting for them. “Finally! I expect you came back for your little vibrator?”
Alan’s skin concealed her blush. “Yes… ma’am,” she finished, feeling that showing respect might be helpful. She could still see the gouge left in the table from where Madison had struck with the axe. “So, can I have it back?”
The head maid smiled, holding up the silver vibrator. “Of course you can!” Alan surged forward, gratefully. “But!” Madison continued, halting the dark elven beauty in her tracks. “The mess that you two left in the kitchen rendered three of my maids unable to do their jobs. I had to send two of them into theme rooms, and the third isn’t good for much more than a doorstop. So, I think you owe me something, first…”
Alan blanched, and Bob shivered, causing distracting tingles to run through her body. “O… of course. What do you want?”
Madison’s smile returned, seeming warm and genuine; only her eyes belying the true malice. “You caused me some inconvenience, so it’s only fair that you entertain me. We’re going to play a game.” She rang a small bell, and a piece of paper and a small metal key drifted in, carried by unseen hands. “I have, not one, but three things that you want.”
Alan could only nod, her white mane of hair flipping forward as she recognized her character sheet and what she hoped and feared was the key to her cuffs.
“And there were, not three, but four other Authors at dinner. So, here’s how this is going to work: I’m going to send one of these things to three of them. It’ll be up to you to find them, and convince them to help you…” she smirked at Alan’s massive chest,” …however you can. Of course, if you happen to find the Author without one of your items, well, let’s just say that’ll be bad for them.”
“Not for me?” Alan couldn’t help but ask.
“Oh, no, dear,” Madison replied, even her smile turning nasty. “You’ll be fine, but they won’t. So, keep that in mind when you begin your little search. Don’t worry, all the doors in the House will open for you.” She clapped her well-manicured hands, and the vibrator, the character sheet, and the key all sped from the room.
Sun Apr 18 01:17:07 2010