Of course, when the bomb that goes off is powered by eldritch energy, it's more of an implosion than an explosion. The sound was muffled by the bomb's placement under the auditorium stage, the flash of light was not visible, and it was midnight anyway. The bomb materials were sucked into some parallel dimension, and what was left behind was a mysterious cloud, barely visible and slowly expanding.
Jim had used a fake RFID-equipped badge to disable the school's security system when he snuck in and out, but a beeping noise now alerted night watchman Jerome Bailey to the alarm panel and the "trouble" light that glowed to warn of some unspecified problem in "zone 6," the auditorium.
Jerome grabbed his flashlight, expecting to find nothing, as this usually meant a false alarm. He headed to the auditorium and walked in through one of the audience doors. Nothing was immediately evident, but he shone his light around anyway. He realized there was a noticeable haze in the direction of the stage, and he caught a whiff of rotten eggs.
The odor got a bit stronger as he walked down the main aisle, and stronger still as he lifted himself up onto the stage. His flashlight revealed nothing obvious in the wings, and opening the hatch and peering inside revealed nothing under the stage, either.
If he'd seen some eggshells or some other evidence to reveal it was a prank, he might have left it at that, but he instead took out his cell phone and called the Shadow Peaks Fire Department.
The fire department team arrived with their sniffing equipment, and eventually determined that it was not a hazardous odor, and the smell was disappearing from the auditorium, so it was probably some weird prank, but it was at least something semi-interesting that broke up Jerome's normal dull routine.
The odor was brimstone, which had served as the catalyst portion of the -- okay, for lack of a better description in our language, let's call it a magic spell. It worked like a virus, which meant the spell was working on Jerome, the spell was working on the firefighters, and they'd be passing it on to anyone they came into contact with.
Jerome's workday was over at 5:00 in the morning, and he had collapsed into bed next to his wife by 5:20. He didn't stir when his wife's alarm went off at 6:45. Beverly got up and immediately slid her feet into the high-heeled slippers next to the bed, the ones that hadn't been there the night before. She went into the bathroom and, as her hair cascaded into highlighted curls, she stuck it up into a vinyl shower cap.
As she lathered up and rinsed off in the shower, her body hair came off, vaporizing even before it made it to the drain as if it had never existed. She adjusted her position to put a sensitive area directly into the stream of the shower, enjoying the sensations -- which, when a silver barbell appeared through her clit hood, intensified to give her a quick knee-buckling orgasm. She re-soaped and rinsed her thighs and stepped out of the shower.
She toweled off, and the amount of makeup products on the counter doubled as she approached the mirror. She briefly glanced at herself in the mirror, but could mostly do her makeup by feel, so she didn't notice the lines disappearing from her face to make her look as if she were barely into her 30s, if that, or the smaller nose or the wider eyes or the higher cheekbones. There was a lot of makeup to apply, but she did it with the muscle memory of an expert, from the three colors of eye shadow to the thick layer of mascara to the heavy dose of blush.
Jerome stirred now, thanks to the mouth that engulfed his engorged cock, a warm and wet tongue moving around it. "Oh -- oh, God," he moaned. "I'm gonna -- ungh!" He came with lips still pressed around him, shooting blasts of cum down her throat. "Oh, my God, Bev, that was incredible."
"That wasn't me," said his wife. She was in the chair next to her walk-in closet, pulling a black stocking up one leg, where its lace top would show below her leather microskirt. "It's Ava."
Jerome lifted up the covers to see that it had been his daughter next to him the whole time. "Hi, Daddy," she said, opening her mouth to show him the white liquid she hadn't fully swallowed yet. He also noted the silver stud through her tongue. She kissed him on the cheek as she got up.
"What are you doing up so early?" Beverly asked Ava. "It's a teacher workday, so you don't have school.
"I forgot to unset my alarm," Ava replied. "I thought Daddy could use a treat."
"That was nice of you, but your father needs to sleep. Go make yourself some breakfast, or go back to bed, or something."
"Okay, Mommy." Ava skipped out of the room on her kitten-heeled slippers.
At that point, Jerome wasn't entirely sure whether or not he was dreaming.
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