Becca and Jay Perform a Ritual

“Jeez, are you trying to drive away a demon or summon one?”

Jay had constructed a chalk circle on the floor of the classroom complete with candles and incense. The scene looked downright macabre.

“This is a purification ritual. It should drive out any demonic presence within the confines of this room. It can be a test bed for later action.”

“Are you sure it’s…safe?”

“Of course it’s safe! It is white magic!”

“Uh yeah…sure, okay. So how do we know if this purification ritual will work?”

“We first need to see if it’s necessary. For that, I have these,” Jay pulled out two long wooden rods coated in a dull metallic powder.

“These are devil’s matchsticks. If this place is clean, they will burn with a normal orange flame. However, if the flame burns green, a demon is nearby.”

“That makes a weird sort of sense. Let’s light her up!”

Jay took out an ornate silver lighter with a pentagram etched on it and lit the first matchstick. It took a moment for the flames to take. Then, suddenly, they billowed into an eerie green plasma.

“Oh shit, it really happened!”

“This confirms it! We have a demon in the school! Now it’s time to…ugh,” Jay doubled over as the flame on the matchstick suddenly intensified.

The lights flickered and then went out and the room grew dark and cold, as if a storm were brewing outside.

“Do you feel that?” Becca moaned, clutching at her body. “I feel hot. My chest, it’s starting to tingle.”

“Fuh-fuck! The demon, it’s asserting its presence!”

Jay yelped and clutched at his crotch, where an erection of startling size was forming. The matchstick fell to the floor, but the flame continued to burn, painting the walls with a sickly green hue.

“Hurry, we need to do the purification ritual, Becca.”

Unfortunately, Becca seemed to have different plans. Her big blue eyes were dull and unfocused. Her mouth was slack jaw and a trail of drool ran from the corner of her mouth. Her hands cupped her breasts through the jacket of her school uniform.

“Becca?”

“I feel…good!” Becca ripped open the buttons of her jacket. Underneath, her breasts swelled obscenely against her button down. “My titties, mmm, they feel bigger!”

Becca gave her button down the same treatment, revealing her luscious, perky tits to the cool air. The womanly swells bulged out from a pink bra that was rapidly growing inadequate.

Jay’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he locked onto the girl’s chest. He knew Becca Matthews was pretty, but he didn’t know she was packing that kind of body under there. His erection was now embarrassingly hard. A little damp spot had formed on his pants. Normally, his penis was only four inches in length when hard, but it felt so much bigger now. His mind raced with the possibilities. One of the school hotties was bearing it all for him. This was his chance. He could fuck this little slut and make her his and only his!

“No! It’s the demon working against us. Fight it, Becca!”

Becca moaned, and as she did so, her breasts swelled even larger. Jay heard the fabric of the girl’s bra start to strain.

“Ugh, so tight!”

With a graceful one handed movement, Becca unclasped her bra, causing her newly freed breasts to surge outwards. She looked like a pinup model, her big, perky tits surging off her chest. She set her sultry blue eyes on Jay and flashed a wicked grin.

“Today’s your lucky day, tiger!”

With a little sultry dance, Becca sauntered over to Jay and pushed him to the ground. She loomed over him, her big, bimboey tits filling his view.

“We need to fight, Becca! We have to!”

“Aww, do we now?”

“Yes!” Jay squealed, his voice sounding painfully feminine.

“Would you rather fight this, or have sex with me?” Becca said, bringing her lips mere inches from Jay’s. She smelled like strawberries. “Before you make your decision, let me give you a sample.”

Suddenly, Jay was kissing the hottest girl in the school. He could feel all of Becca against him. He was painfully aware of her brilliant essence. He could feel her short, curly blonde hair against his cheek. He tasted her sweet lips. His hand found her big, bouncy tits. Those tits had grown so much so quickly, and they hadn’t been anything to sneeze at to begin with. Becca’s hand found Jay’s cock. She kneaded it through his pants, making the little damp spot expand more and more.

Jay saw clearly what it would be like to give in. He saw a picture of him and Becca walking hand in hand down the hallways of the school, making out in alcoves. They were both different, enhanced. Becca, with several buttons of her uniform popped, displayed her enhanced cleavage for the world to drool over. Jay was taller and bigger, his body filled with powerful muscle. His voice was finally deep and masculine, booming through the halls. It was all possible if he just gave in.

No, this isn’t right. It’s a trick. We’ll be slaves for the rest of our lives if we give in.

With strength he didn’t know he possessed, Jay tossed Becca off of him and stumbled to the purification circle. Becca chased after him and wrapped her arms around him, begging him to come back to her, but Jay ignored her.

“Ionia furnim, Nikia musha ni Audi!”

A flash of blinding light filled the room. There was a sound like the clap of thunder, and then dead silence.

Hastily, Jay grabbed the other matchstick and lit it. The flame took longer to burn, but when it did, it shown bright and orange. Jay let out a loud sigh of relief.

“We did it, Becca!” Jay turned and saw the girl sitting in a head, tears streaming from her big blue eyes.

“What the fuck? We almost…I almost…oh god!”

Becca looked down at her exposed chest and squeaked before frantically doing her best to cover herself. Her breasts had shrunk down to their previous size, but they were still beautiful and it took all of Jay’s remaining strength to look away and give the girl her privacy.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh god, why did I do that?”

“It was the demon, Becca. It was influencing both of us.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better! Besides, if the demon could do that to us, what could it do to Mary if it caught her alone?”

Jay offered Becca his hand and made sure to look away so that he didn’t catch another glimpse at her breasts. Becca reluctantly took it and stood up. She quickly put on her bra, which now fit again, and buttoned her outfit.

“I feel so ashamed.”

“Don’t, we beat it!”

“You beat it, I turned into a slobbering whore. God, I’m pathetic!”

Jay fought back his own shame. Was the thought of having sex with him so disgusting?

“It’s okay, we have a way to fight this. We’ll save Mary…if she needs saving.”

“She does. She absolutely does.”

“We’ll fight this thing one room at a time, trapping it and banishing it.”

“But we almost lost just now. What happens next time, and the time after?”

“I think I have an answer. Let’s regroup tonight. I’ll text you my address. It won’t be like this the next time, I promise.”

“You really mean that?”

Becca’s eyes were so big and pure. Jay just wanted to get lost in them. God, he wanted to kiss her again. He told himself it was just the residual effects of the demon’s aura, but in his heart he knew otherwise.

“I do. It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Becca smiled a smile that seemed to make the sun come out.

“Thanks Jay,” then she kissed him on the cheek.

She smelled like strawberries.