Challenge 2, Part 5: And Some Don't Fit In Anymore

Josie

Josie lands with a thud on the tiled floor of her gym’s shower room, the shower she vaguely remembers using still on. She winces a little as she stands up. They didn’t have to put me in the exact same state I was in when they took me. Jerks.

Pocketing the gun that helpfully did not brake her fall, she turns off the shower and heads to the locker room. There, she realizes that she’s going to have to spend the foreseeable future nude. She’s not a hoarder weirdo like Tina and sticks 3 outfits into her inventory; she just uses it when she absolutely has to. So, no clothes there. She was naked when she was taken, so no clothes on her right now. Worse of all, her transformations aren’t going to let her wear anything in the locker. She already knew the sports bra was a no-go from her experience at the hotel; between her muscles and tits growing from going all wolfy, she knows the ones she had back home are too tight. The sexy black bra and tight white silk blouse, just see-through enough to give her pervy clients a slight peek of a lacey cup, aren’t going to fit either. Plus, the blouse will definitely rub her abs to the point where she’d be a quivering mess in no time flat. None of her bottoms are going to fit the dumb thong restriction either. Booty shorts from her workout gear. Cute black pencil skirt. Lacey boy short panties. With a sigh, she closes her locker. So, do I steal some shit in my size from the pro shop?

Josie’s ears perk up as she hears a scream and the chattering of a wooden handle on the tile floor. She turns around to see Amy, who was pushing a mop bucket to start cleaning the showers, freaking out. The latina gym instructor stammers, “M...m...mon...struo!”

Fuck! Josie chases after her freak-outed friend as Amy runs, screaming, from the showers.

Skye

The first sensation Skye has is the scratchiness of their indoor welcome mat in their mud room. Then, feeling the weight of the blasphemous rifle on her back, she shoves it into her inventory. She pushes herself up and starts the everyday ritual of coming inside for the evening, even though her feet are already pretty clean. Wipe her feet on the mat to knock off any big chunks of dirt or mud. Sit down on the mud room bench and soak her feet in some salty warm water, lovingly prepared by either one of her moms or her sister’s wife, to soothe aching feet and loosen any stuck on mud. Then a good foot scrubbing. We don’t want dirt in the house.

Standing up and popping her wedding ring back on from her inventory, she’s giddy. She’s home! She can’t wait to tell her moms what happened! How she was **** into her run by forces beyond her. How she got married. How she met The Lady. It’s like a dream come true! She figuratively floats through the house to the living room, where her sister’s wife, Mrs. April, is sitting at the table, running some numbers. Skye doesn’t see the woman’s appeal to her sister, but then again, she isn’t married to her, so her opinion on such things doesn’t matter. Her hair is dyed an obnoxious shade of green (but it is slowly fading to a natural chestnut brown; frivolities such as hair dye are not in the family budget), she has many, many piercings on her face, and she somehow gained several pounds since moving in, even though she was already considerably overweight. Mrs. April is trained as an accountant, so she helps with the family budget. While the community can provide a lot of things via barter, the family does need outsider money for a number of things, such as property tax on the farm.

“Hi, Mrs. April! You wouldn’t believe what happened to me over the past few weeks! I’m so excited!”

“Skye, I get the whole politeness thing, but I am your sister-in-law, you can just call me...,” the chubby accountant pauses as she looks up to see Skye, “purple skinned freak! Help! Help!”

Now that is the fastest I have ever seen Mrs. April move, Skye thinks as the plump woman scurries up the stairs. What was that about?

Then, the realization hits as she sees her sister, Storm, bounding down the stairs, rapier in hand. Storm is everything Skye is not. Born from her mom that didn’t bear her, she is tall, and lean, and very, very strong. And she is pointing her sword at her sister. “April, I have this,” she bellows, “Stay back, you monster. And what have you done to my sister?”

Tina

Tina finds herself stumbling into an alleyway in that awful assistant’s getup Magical Jasper insists she wears on-stage. It’s an alleyway, smelling of garbage and just a hint of vomit. A drunk homeless man, previously known as Dave the Daring (a former employer), is taking a swig from a paper bag.

“Hey, you. Boobs. I once had a sex dream ‘bout you.”

Great. Dave is not so drunk that he remembers me. Or is just too drunk not to care about oversharing.

“And,” Dave continues, “You had ears just like you have now.”

What? Tina rubs the back of her head, touching the base of her ears on top. Her rabbit ears. Oh, shit!

Before she could really do anything about that, she hears police sirens and the screeching of tires. A door slams open and one of the town deputies, Barney, shouts, “Ms. Campbell, you are under arrest! Come out of that alleyway with your hands up! I am authorized to shoot you!”

“What are you talking about, Barney? I didn’t do nothing.”

“One, that is Deputy Fife to you, you criminal scum. And two, we have evidence that you have bad-mouthed the Gamblin’ Nevada Tourism Board. Gamblin’, it’s like Vegas, but more economical! I’m going to count to 3, then I’m a going to start blasting. One... Two...”

Before the deputy gets to three, Tina uses her mad hops to jump to the roof of Ms. Vickiery’s House of Ice Cream and Booze, whose flat roof is conveniently on the other side of the alley to the crazy slanted roof of the Silver Dollar Theatre. Both of her cheap stiletto heels snap from the impact of landing on the roof, so Tina slips them off and chunks them at the deputy. Then she swaps out the rest of her terrible costume into her sorceress delving gear. Feeling her access to magic return, she struggles to come up with a plan until she hears Barney huffing his way up to the roof access.

“Alright, you criminal! I’m adding assaulting a police officer, evading arrest, public nudity, AND illegal jumping to your rap sheet. Come quietly or I will shoot.”

“Sorry, I get most of that, but ‘illegal jumping’? Really?”

“Yes, in 1867 the state of Nevada passed a law that says that individuals need a jumping license to jump more than 20 feet in a single direction. Do you have a jumping license?”

“No. Why would I think I need a jumping license?”

“Well, you do. Are you surrendering, or do I get to fill you with lead?”

“Neither. Alakazam!”

Tina casts Hypnotic Pattern on the poor deputy. His jaw slackens as he drops his pistol and starts to drool. Tina quickly scoops it up, pockets both it and her challenge rifle into her inventory, and hops down to another alleyway. Casting Disguise Self on herself, she assumes the form of the scariest man in town: Cletus Pumpernickel, the head of the Tourism Board. I could really use a drink. Clear my head. Come up with a plan. Cause walking around as myself certainly isn’t going to work.

Tina SP left: 36

Josie

Josie has tackled Amy, pressing her nude body against the latina trainer. Amy is scared out of her wits. Josie growls, “Hey, Amy, it’s me. Josie, remember? Sure, I look a little different. Just ignore the extra muscle, the ears, the tail, and just listen.”

“What about those throat-rending teeth and claws?”

Oh, yeah. The pointy bits. I forget about them. “Yes, yes, ignore them, too.”

“Fine, I’ll give you one chance. Prove to me that you’re Josie and not some werewolf thing that vaguely resembles her planning on eating my liver.”

Eeew. Liver. Gross. “You make the best post-sex pancakes ever.”

Amy rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows that, monsturo.”

“Yeah, but how many people know that you always add a touch of your cum to the batter?”

Amy blushes like a schoolgirl at that. “Fine. Josie is the only one to ever catch me doing that. Me and my chronic need to masturbate. So, you’re her. How did all of this happen? And is it contagious?”

“Get me a sports bra and a thong that’ll fit me and I’ll explain everything. For what it’s worth, I’m not a literal werewolf, just a wolf-girl. Think Japanese fetish hentai, not always shirtless guy from Dusk.”

“Fine, but I’m charging your account for the clothes. You are soooo lucky we don’t have classes until the evening at this point of the day. Head to the staff room and wait.”

Josie gives Amy her new sizes and a slap on the butt. Amy glares over her shoulder at the wolf-girl, then winks. Josie adds a little hip roll to her walk to the staff room. Hey, maybe I’ll luck out and Amy is a potential contestant. Otherwise, I’m probably going to have to disappoint her. Sometimes it sucks to be going steady with 2 other people.

Skye

Skye finds herself better than her sister with a sword in the first time in her life. She’s having to hold back, just using defensive moves and highly telegraphed counter-attacks, just to keep herself from skewering Storm. Storm is getting increasingly frustrated, too. “Stop being so annoying and just die already!”

“Skye, Storm, stop fighting this instant!”

At her mom’s voice, both sisters freeze in place, despite both being legal adults that should be beyond being frightened by the stern shout. Mother Kimiko stares at her daughters with motherly intent. “Storm, I recognize the fruit from my womb. You should, too, despite the change in her tones. Wife, is dinner ready? We have things to discuss.”

Skye puts her sword back into her inventory, much to the shock of her mother, then politely sits down. It’s been a while since I got to enjoy a home-cooked meal that I didn’t prepare myself. I miss being home. Mother Estelle looks shocked as she first walks in to the dining room with dinner. The others join her in their usual spots around the table. As they sing a brief prayer of thanks for the meal, her moms and her sister look at Skye with annoyance.

“Did you forget the words to our prayer, so-called sister,” Storm snipes. Storm is stubborn. She doesn’t take to losing well.

“Sorry, but I am not praying ‘Clarify pure rabbit pier, revoke lily free station, Potato Lady.’ Ignoring the gibberish, it’s insulting to The Lady.”

“But those are the words in the book, so-called sister. Are you saying the scribe Gygax is wrong?”

“I’m saying the scribe Gygax did not understand Elvish. The sentiment of thanking The Lady for the meal and the hands that made it is perfectly fine. The words to do so are not.”

Mother Kimiko gives Skye a stare that would normally shake her to the core. But she knows she is right on this. Her Elvish is on point, the knowledge given to her by The Lady Herself. Seeing her daughter not wither at that glare, she notes, “Perhaps you should tell us why the fruit of my womb left the house this morning to work the fields and then returns home in the form of one of the sacred elves.”

And so, Skye tells her tale, from the moment she reached the porch (not wanting to spoil her sister’s surprise anymore than her presence like this already has) to the moment she had returned. Partway through, Mother Kimiko sends Storm out to fetch the community priestess. Skye ends up having to start over again once the priestess arrives. So, she tells the tale again. The adults in the room are not amused.

“And you thought that she was ready to go on her run in a few months, Mrs. Kimura?” the priestess questions, obviously not believing her own eyes and ears.

Mother Kimiko gives Skye another motherly **** stare. Skye once against doesn’t falter, knowing she spoke true. Skye’s mom sighs, “My daughter clearly believes she spoke true, High Matron. She may have been tricked by The Spider, but she definitely believes she has saw and done what she said she did.”

“If you have been blessed by The Lady of the Dance as you claim, child, prove it. Show us something only The Lady would grant. Something The Spider would dare not do to lead us astray.”

Skye manifests the moonfire in her hair. The Lady’s sacred silvery light fills the room. The room is silent. None will question her now.

Tina

Tina enters the best bar in town (The Shaven Beaver), still hidden behind her disguise of Cletus Pumpernickel. She walks over to the bar, recognizing the bartender. Her name’s Chastity and she was a freshman Tina’s senior year of high school. Ended up being a mid-level cheerleader, not that Tina paid all that much attention to the goings on at high school once she got into the subsistence level working world.

Cletus apparently frequents here often, as Chastity is already pouring some brown liquid in one of those short stubby glasses. “Usual boss, served the usual way?” Chastity holds the glass in one hand while pulling herself up on the bar with the other. Slipping off her panties, she places the glass right on top of her shaven mound. Is this cheating? I don’t know if this is cheating...

Putting on her best Cletus voice, Tina asks, “Hey, toots, tell me what the usual, served the usual way, is? I wanna make sure you aren’t so dumb that you forgot.”

Apparently, that was a good enough impression of Cletus, as Chastity answers, “Double shot of Wild Turkey, served on the puss. You finger-fuck me as you chug-a-lug and, if I cum before you finish, you fuck my ass for being such a dumb slut.”

“Um, can I have a virgin Cosmo instead and we just talk?”

The impression is still good, but the request isn’t, “What’s the matter, sir? You overdo the fuckmeat last night and want a cuddle instead?”

“Just wanna talk, toots. That a problem?”

“The girls that listen to you talk end up dead in an alleyway soon after, sir. Rather stay breathin’.”

Chastity slips her panties back on and walks away from the bar. Smart girl. So, Cletus is not just a power-hungry ass, but an abusive one. Obviously, he and his goons need to be my target. Now, just what to do to them.

Another bartender walks up. Tina doesn’t know this girl. “Not using Chastity today, boss? You want your usual from me instead?”

“Chastity forgot her usual for me. What’s yours?”

The girl sits on the bar and pulls off her panties. “The same as your usual with everyone, boss. Finger-fuck, then ass-fuck.”

“What happens if I finish it before you cum?”

“We never do, boss. You’re just too good with them fingers.”

In other words, you all fake it to stroke his ego. “I think I’m just gonna drink this on the roof. No need for the usual. Take me up there?”

Trying to stick her panties in Cletus’ pocket, the girl brushes Tina’s bare breast. She cocks an eyebrow and says, “You know how to get there, boss. I’ll let you have at it.”

Josie

Josie spilled the beans, though it ends up with Amy nude instead of Josie clothed. While Josie actually felt too uncomfortable having sex with the trainer, she didn’t think masturbating together was all that bad, as long as they didn’t touch each other. All it took was Amy insisting she watch Josie cum just from having her tummy rubbed until the two were just finger-blasting themselves as Josie told her tale between pants.

“So,” Amy starts trying to verbally wrap her head around Josie’s situation, “let me get this straight. You got sucked into a reality TV dating show that turned you into a wolf-girl that can cum from tummy rubs and can’t wear pants. You’re **** to date your token guy friend, who is now a hot blue chick with tits bigger than yours. And you’re actually dating a bunny-girl and a stripper?”

Fuck, that sounds way hotter out of Amy’s mouth. Nggh. Josie cums again. Riding down her orgasm, she agrees, “Pretty much.”

“What channel is it on? I gotta watch that.”

“Some kind of streaming service? I’d have to ask someone. Harper is the only one of us that got an account. Wait, just a sec...” Josie pulls out her phone and texts the producer. She eventually gets an answer back. “Best I can do is get you a free week trial once the season is eligible to start streaming in this dimension. Apparently, home dimensions of contestants don’t get access until the season is over, just in case the wish at the end breaks reality? Check your email at home.”

The idea of reality collapsing in on itself because of a porn show ruined the mood a little. Not enough to stop Amy from fingering herself, but she’s doing it much more pensively. Wanting to change the subject, the latina asks, “You got an idea what to do for your challenge?”

“Not really. I might have tried to erase myself from my family’s memories, if I could get close enough to them without freaking them the fuck out, but you showed me that that is a way of madness. I should just add that to the wish at the end instead. Work probably won’t miss me if I suddenly disappear. Pharm sales reps are completely disposable. The rest of my life is either here or random one-night stands.”

Amy’s fingers stand moving faster. “Do something HERE! Make it fucking HAWT!” Amy starts to ride another orgasm. Josie, more than half cum-drunk, starts to think about what she could do. Something that will last. Something that will matter. Something that will cement her legacy as the greatest group casual sex-hookup organizer of all time.