Just another day

Even with the incredible research abilities you'd given Linda via Maisie's breast milk, it had still taken her two years to track down even a reasonably searchable area for where the nomadic tribe with whom Sonia, Jocelyn and Bethany lived might have been when two of them died.

You're not sanguine about the chances of finding any remains, but given how much you've been, in effect, **** all six women in your porn company over that time, you figure you owe it to them to try to find whatever might still be there.

Of course, it does help that you can turn them into machines that can excavate, sift and analyze anything they find, and there is a slight possibility of finding Bethany's bones at least given the odd genetic markers that are present in both Maisie's and Linda's DNA, markers that you figure could only be a result of the curse due to how distantly they're related.

The thought that you might soon find something, however, does not help how much you're suffering in the heat, even with having turned Maisie into an air-conditioned buggy. Linda and Holly are fine, of course, their bodies having been altered to withstand temperature extremes, but you can only lie prone in the back of the vehicle, just wanting to get the whole thing over with.

Melanie, Ellie and Kylie are back at the studio; they couldn't come along because you can't control them outside its confines, and anyway someone needs to keep producing livestreams and uploading content you'd already prepared. You know that your audience will complain about its only being them for however long this takes, but it's a sacrifice you're willing to make.

You briefly consider ordering Maisie to grow a mouth or a pussy on the seat you're lying on, but the heat makes it near impossible for you to get erect anyway, even with the other two being completely naked in the front.

"All right," Linda says, consulting the tablet with all the research data she's collected, "this is the best starting point, I think."

Holly brings the buggy to a gentle stop, and then the two nude women unpack a small pavilion from the trunk and set it up. You suffer the baking heat for just long enough to get back into the shade and lying down.

"Okay," you say after taking a sip of lukewarm water, the cooling not having fully protected it from the surrounding environment. "Maisie, Linda, Holly... you know what to do."

Linda had advised you to preset all the commands you'd need, knowing that you might have trouble speaking.

The buggy contorts and shrinks back into Maisie's familiar form, still jaw-droppingly gorgeous as ever. Linda and Holly drink from her breasts as usual, and then each of them jogs some distance away, the transformations on a small delay.

You monitor the progress on the tablet Linda left with you, but you don't really need to; the only reason you're even here is because you all agreed that it's better to have the magical commands be given at the necessary moment rather than trying to order a huge sequence of delayed ones. Just as well, too; while you were able to sneak Maisie, Linda and Holly past border checks and such via turning them into normal, inconspicuous items that you could store in your luggage, you yourself found one of your flights having to be delayed an entire day due to sudden inclement weather.

It takes quite a while, but eventually messages pop up on the tablet from Maisie and Holly, both reporting that they've found bone fragments with genetic markers not dissimilar from the ones they themselves carry.

Linda sends over a string of emojis indicating **** jealousy, but all three turn around, two of them with samples carefully held in jars.

"Revert" is the only word you can manage, but it's the only word you need to speak to end their mechanical transformations. All three sit down on the spare chairs you'd brought.

"Maisie, milk preset..." You check the file on your tablet for the number you'd used. "Milk preset seventy-six thousand, four hundred and ninety-four." You cough and take another drink of water.

Linda immediately drinks from Maisie's tit again, and then her torso turns into a genetic analyzer, the features of which you're pretty sure are at best just something out of a bad soft science-fiction story.

But hey, if magic's what's needed to give these women a bit of closure, then you'll gladly make use of it as you can.

"That still feels weird," Linda comments.

"Just be glad we tested it extensively before we left," Holly reminds her. "You're not having to get used to all of it now."

"Yeah yeah, I know. Maisie, let's do yours first."

Maisie hands over the jar and carefully tips it out onto the tray Linda produces.

After about half a minute, she says, "Given the similarities between the DNA remnants in this fragment and our own, I'd say that this is likely to be Bethany's. Though we do know she had a lot of daughters, so actually it's more likely one of them, if they stayed with the tribe."

"Well, at least we know we found something that could help narrow it down further," Maisie says.

Holly hands over her sample. "This one's... the markers have some similarities, but they're markedly different, for sure. They're almost complementary to the first sample's, in a sense," Linda comments after running the analysis. "So if you asked me to guess, I'd say this is most likely Sonia's."

You nod, and after confirming that Linda sent the entire raw data dump to the tablet, you croak out, "Maisie, milk preset zero." You have specific presets for each woman's body, of course, with videos seemingly depicting selfcest proving decently popular, but preset zero is the "back to normal" one.

You're just about to send them out again to search for more fragments when a voice that gets you firmly erect despite the suffocating conditions stops you. "I'll take those, thank you," Jocelyn chimes. The two jars lift out of Maisie's and Holly's hands and float over to the witch.

She's completely naked as well, and if anything even more gorgeous than when you last saw her--somehow, given that she always has an objectively perfect body. Her words, combined with the sight of her, instantly brings the three women to a series of hard orgasms, and even your own dick manages to dribble out a bit of cum.

"I was going to do this little expedition for myself in a few months' time, but, since you've been so kind as to save me the trouble, I guess I can bring it forward." She grins, and you feel a shiver rush through your entire body at the sight of it. The jars are encompassed by a glow of a colour for which you have no name, and you're not sure if you're seeing it because the concentration of magic is too high to hide ordinarily, or if it's just because Jocelyn wants you to see it.

The glass shatters, the sand spills out, and soon enough two other women, every bit as attractive as the witch, stand flanking her.

"It's about damn time you found us, I've been sensing the magical buildup from beyond the veil for over a year now," one of them comments.

"Relax, you know it wasn't enough just yet. Barely enough now, really, but it'll do. No margin for error, though," the other remarks.

Maisie, Linda and Holly are clearly overwhelmed with pleasure with all other thoughts driven from their minds at the utter perfection before them, and your cock's definitely got a mind of its own with how it's twitching and spurting even as you can only watch the scene dumbfounded.

"Since when have you known me to make mistakes?" Jocelyn laughs and, with a point of her finger, a bedroom set akin to the one you use appears out of nothing, complete with state-of-the-art recording equipment.

"You can have this one," she comments to you. "Call it my way of apologising. But only since I know you'll feel I should."

And then you can still only watch, for what feels like hours--certainly the sun has started to go down by the time it finishes--as the three most beautiful women who could ever exist have a wild magic-fueled lesbian orgy right there on a huge bed in the middle of the desert.

Once they finish, and the heat becomes slightly less intolerable, one of the two newcomers says, "I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Bethany, yes, your ancestor."

"And I'm Sonia." Linda hisses at the admission. "Oh, don't be like that. You've had fun over the last two years, haven't you?"

Linda just hisses again.

"So you're the witches who are responsible for all of this," Maisie remarks.

"Obviously," Sonia confirms. "Though 'witches' isn't really the right term. Maybe..."

"I called myself a 'witch' to make things easy." Jocelyn pauses. "You know about the Moirai, I assume?"

You're confused, but since you'd turned the three women with you into geniuses over the past two years they all nod. "The Greek Fates," Holly says. "Clotho, who spins the thread of life; Lachesis, who measures it; Atropos, who cuts it."

"I created the curse," Sonia says.

"I've watched it develop," Jocelyn continues. "Your dad was very annoying, by the way."

"What do you mean?" Maisie asks.

"Never used it, not once, not even to test it."

"But Mom's... she's basically a Stepford wife!" Holly objects.

"Did it ever occur to you that some women might genuinely like that?" Jocelyn observes. "She let you be yourselves, but your dad didn't need to say a thing. She's not happy because he ordered her to be happy; she's happy because that's what she wants out of life, and he respects it. So your dad never had to use the curse at all."

Maisie and Holly are processing the revelation when Bethany puts in, "And I'm here to end it... in our own way."

She snaps her fingers and this time you're sure it's magic that you see streaming into the trio from all around the world. Even just from the desert it flows up from what must be buried remains, and you get some panicked messages from Melanie, Ellie and Kylie on the tablet, thanks to the satellite connection you're paying through the nose for, but you have no attention to spare for them.

"When a witch uses magic," Sonia explains in a breathy, moaning voice, "that uses it up. But when anyone else does, that makes it grow."

"So we seeded the curse," Bethany says in a similar tone. "Made it tempting, made sure it'd be used."

"We could've been done with this quite a bit sooner if it weren't for the occasional virtuous asshole like your dad." Jocelyn spits. "But you..." She looks at you. "You did more than I could ever have hoped for."

She walks over to you and bends over to kiss you. Your cock explodes onto her underbust as soon as she touches it with a finger. "Thank you. Genuinely."

"What are you going to do?" Linda says.

"Did you ever wonder," Jocelyn says, "where Douglas Adams got the idea of the Infinite Improbability Drive from?"

--

"The world sure is different," you remark, standing on your house's balcony with Maisie in a side hug.

"That's putting it lightly."

The two of you look up at the sky where the clouds are all shaped like Sonia, Jocelyn or Bethany. At night, it's the constellations. No more Ursa Major, no more Orion, no more Cassiopeia. Just the three women into whose hands you were playing all along.

Bethany had indulged you long enough to explain it. Sonia had discovered a spell to unlock true infinite power--unchained, untrammeled, omnipotence in as meaningful a sense of the word as they could accomplish. Unfortunately, while it only required a finite amount of magic to cast, that amount was far greater even than all three of them had together.

So instead the trio had worked to develop another spell, something that would allow others to use magic in a safe, controllable way. The most efficient they could come up with was the one they ultimately cast: a curse that allowed men to control the female descendants of its target.

Sonia had volunteered to be the villain who cast it; Bethany had agreed to sacrifice her progeny to it (everything Jocelyn had said about how bad it was for her was just a lie to engender sympathy); Jocelyn agreed to stay alive by draining life **** (the real purpose of her occasional ****-fucking) to monitor it.

And that was that.

A man walks by your house, and you're sure that one of them allows his muttered imprecation to drift up to your ears. "Fucking bitches ruling everything, they just need a real man to put them--" His words are cut off as a searing bolt of divine lightning streaks out of the sky and incinerates him on the spot.

Society was upended overnight as the trio imposed their will on the world. No worship, no veneration, no honour, no respect could be given to anyone but them. Anyone disobeying their commands, often issued and retracted, sometimes even outright reversed, on a whim, was subject to swift and overwhelming retribution, even if it was impossible to follow some new proscription in the moment of its issuance. The three seemed to revel in the chaos and horror they created on a regular basis.

You could only wonder whether any other intelligent life that might be out there was suffering just as horribly as you are.

"At least I still have you," you sigh.

"I miss Holly and Kylie especially, though," Maisie says. "And Dad. What they did to him..."

"Doesn't bear thinking about," you agree.

You still get to see Maisie's relatives on occasion. The new goddesses had decided to keep them somewhere as personal playthings, but every now and then Jocelyn would send them back with a demand for a six-way incestuous orgy, Maisie, Holly, their mom, and their cousins. She let you have Linda to run the cameras and keep your dick wet.

Sonia also likes porn, of course, though in her case you always know what she wants, because she enjoys seeing you be uncomfortable in a woman's body, knowing you have to have enough lesbian sex with Maisie--who also no longer really enjoys it--to avoid her wrath.

But in between those, you still do have control of Maisie, as always. The slight amount of magic you know is generated by it is no longer relevant, of course. Maisie can't use it, and the supposed witches no longer need it.

"I'm in the mood for the Amazon or the shortstack," you say. "Any preference?"

"You look like you need something soft to cuddle against after seeing that," Maisie points out. You rarely alter her without her permission these days, a far cry from how you'd acted when you first found out. You do let her bimbo personality out more often, though, to give her a distraction from the crushing hopelessness reality otherwise inflicts on you. The trio had long since demonstrated that they could and would act against anyone harbouring even the slightest thought of resistance with **** and overwhelming prejudice.

Except you and Maisie, apparently, but the two of you could hardly come up with anything that might hope even to scratch them, especially since Bethany had pulled enough magic out of Maisie to remove most of her genius and leave you unable to give it back, limiting you mostly to sexual stuff for the curse.

"Maisie, Amazon." You can no longer be bothered to remember all of your preset numbers, but she knows exactly what body shape you mean, and it takes only a moment for her to grow taller, for her muscles to harden, for her breasts and ass to bloat. She lifts you in a princess-carry and gently walks to your overly large bed.

You're just about to drift off to an ever-troubled sleep in her arms when your phone lets out a stereotypical witch's cackle.

You don't need to look.

Sonia always announces her demands of you by giving you tits and a cunt.

Jocelyn does it by poofing Maisie's relatives into existence again.

Bethany torments you with that laugh, and she always wants the same thing.

You sigh.

"Maisie... you're going in dry."

The command takes, and the woman over whom you still, technically, have control picks you up, bends you over the bed, grows a too-large dick, and shoves it into your ass without any further ado.

You grit your teeth around the pain, knowing the video will show Maisie doing the same.

Just another day in what you're cursed to have as your never-ending immortal life with the love of your life.

Just another day in what she's cursed to have as her never-ending immortal life with the man she's realized she loved all along.

Just another day in a universe where even love isn't enough to push back the ever-encroaching darkness consuming your minds.

Just another day... just another day.

Just anther day, forevermore.