Ro3: The Plot Thickens a bit

“Hey, Sharon.” Jim’s voice crackled over the phone line as Shannon sat upon the bed, on hand gently resting on Joan’s hip through the down comforter. Her older sister hadn’t put any clothes on, instead she’d crawled under the blanket and watched Shannon with wide nervous eyes, her mane of golden hair spread out across a pillow.

“No, this is Shannon. Look James-“ she never called him by his preferred name, not after he’d somehow managed to get the nick name Shananigans spread to even her school, “I need to know. Did you lose a ring?”

“Yea! How did you know? I’ve been looking all-Oh. You have it then?” he asked, his excitement suddenly waning. Shannon nodded. He knew it was magical or his tone wouldn’t have changed like that.

“Not exactly. So…spill. How does it work, James?”

There was a long pause before he badly faked a laugh, “Huh? It’s a ring. You slip it on your finger. Duh.” He still had some hope she didn’t know about its power. Idiot.

“Cut the bullshit. Tell me how the magic works! This is serious. Your girlfriend-my sister apparently has a horse dick because of this thing!”

“What?” his voice was dull.

Shannon quickly explained the situation.

“Holy shit. That’s insane. Um.. okay. Yea…she said that you say three words while um…looking at a person and then they’re true. The words. Um..oh! And it works on a person three times and that’s it. No more changes. Shit! You’ve got to use the ring on Sharon quick. Say something like: Absolutely normal Sharon. If she gets changed three times….” His voice trailed off.

Shannon had to appreciate Jim’s brain, when he actually deigned to use it that is. That was a possible solution. “Yea… she’s stuck with her appendage. It’s easier said than done though. Robin has the ring and the wrong words out of her mouth and it’s all over. This thing changes a person’s memories.” She stopped and thought for a moment, pinky slipping to the corner of her mouth. “You said she. Who’d you get the ring from?” Her mind still had Steven King storylines floating through it and she sensed an antagonist, perhaps a moralistic asshole passing judgment on people.

“Uh.. this woman at this weird store..” he replied.

Shannon’s eyes narrowed. He was hiding something. “Well? Describe her? She a gypsy? What’d she say?”

“She was hot.” Shannon rolled her eyes; he’d been trying to not mention that to his girlfriend’s sister, “Like super model hot but with um…porn star ti- I mean breasts. Tall uh…really- REALLY tight athletic body considering… Anyway…yea, she was weird. Spazzy….she tried to sell me a ring for 15,000 dollars but then only fifty if I invited her to the party-“

Shannon’s instincts screamed and she interrupted him, “Tell me you didn’t!”

“Uh no. Like I said she was weird…” or more likely you didn’t want to invite a random woman that hot to your girlfriend’s birthday party, thought Shannon with a sigh. “Why the freak out?”

“Probably nothing. I haven’t a clue what’s going on but if she wanted an invite that bad then she probably needed one. I’m new to this whole magic thing but there are plenty of beings in fiction that need consent to do their dirty work.”

“So she’s a vampire.” Was Jim’s typical response.

She sighed. “No. Well, maybe. I don’t fucking know. Whatever, it’s beside the point. Look, you need to go back to that shop if it’s still there. The chances of it just up and vanishing at this point are about fifty-fifty, I’d say. Go back there and find out more about this ring. Find out if she’s got something else that can fix this shit particularly if a person’s been hit three times already…”

“Um. No fucking way. Go back to the vamp’s lair? Hell no!”

Shannon tried very hard not to snap, she spoke calmly but firmly, “Jim. Sharon has a penis and testicles. No vagina. Do you care about your girlfriend?”

There was a long pause as Jim manned up, “Fine. I’m going. I’m getting a stake first, though.”

“That’s not-okay whatever. Just call when you’ve found something useful. I’m going to go get the ring.”

“Cool. You’re just going to slap a hand on Robin’s mouth and grab it off her before anyone can stop you, right?”

Shannon blinked. That wasn’t a bad idea… “Yea, something like that. Later, James.”

“Shananigans.” Was Jim’s irritating farewell.

Zoe was breathing hard.

Milking Charisma at the rate she passionately demanded was… tiring to put it mildly. The process appeared to be winding down at the moment, the cheerleader was content with Zoe gently pulling at her nipples and her efforts were only producing thin dribbles of the white liquid. An exhausted Charisma was no longer crying out obscene things, resting fully on her forearms, her brilliant mane of coiffed hair a wild mess thanks to the way she’d tossed and turned her head exuberantly all throughout. Zoe was more than a little aware of the way the girl’s red dress had ridden up, exposing her similarly colored thong as her full posterior waved in the air gently. There was also a scent the redhead recognized from her own late night masturbation sessions, it filled her nose and reminded her, face blushing, at how much Charisma had really enjoyed Zoe’s milking hands.

Zoe hadn’t really had the opportunity to think as she’d frantically tried to relieve Charisma’s apparently unrelenting need to release milk but at the moment it hit her in all its enormity. There she was, her jeans soaked through with Charisma’s milk, her panties sodden with it, her ass pressing down into a cold near-puddle of it. By her count she’d just helped the cheerleader to two maybe three orgasms by grabbing and squeezing her breasts. If someone had told Zoe that this is where she’d end up by the end of the day that morning, she’d have said they were crazy. As it was, she was starting to think she was the one going crazy. Surely, she was drooling in a coma somewhere and her perverted and apparently lesbian subconscious was having a field day with her dreams. Zoe was trying not to think about it but some of the wetness between her legs was due to something other than Charisma’s milk.

Zoe just hoped things didn’t really go off the rails as was the usual crescendo to the dreams in which she realized she was in fact dreaming.

The petite red head felt a distinct sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach just before the door to the hallway opened. Shannon and Robin walked in, both looking rather excited. Not one to curse, Zoe feelingly uttered a word, “Shit.”

Shannon smiled in greeting as she recognized Zoe, “Oh hey Zoe! I can’t say I know what’s going on here but I think I like it…” Zoe blinked. That was Sharon, she suddenly realized. She couldn’t tell them apart on appearance but she was good friends with Sharon while Shannon was more standoffish. Once Sharon spoke, she knew it was her even if she was not at all acting the way she should in a situation like this. Robin added, “Mmmm…nice jugs, Charisma.” Okaaay, and off the rails we go… Zoe really, REALLY hated it when she was right…well, actually she liked being right most of the time but…now? Not so much…not so much at all.

Zoe heard Charisma softly whisper a “Fuck” before she pushed herself up into a kneeling position, one of her hands steadying herself upon Zoe’s shoulder. Despite, her generally half clad and disheveled appearance she lifted her chin and thrust out her breasts, clearly intending to take control of the situation through **** of will alone, “Alright, ladies. I don’t know when you two went all lesbo for each other and that blonde in there but… don’t get any ideas. Zoe was just helping me out with a condition I have and if you don’t want your rug munching to be common knowledge, you’ll keep quiet about this.”

Neither Sharon nor Robin seemed the least bit phased by Charisma’s threat. Zoe wasn’t really sure that Robin was even paying attention as she quite openly stared at the brunette cheerleader’s breasts as she rubbed at the front of her skirt. What was that bulge? A rather uncharacteristic smirk slowly appeared on Sharon’s face, “I have a better idea. It’s pretty warm in here so I’m willing to bet those fat nipples mean you’re pretty aroused right now. How about you let Robin fuck you and we’ll call it even?”

“As if! Like I’m going to join your dyke brigade? It’s strictly sausage for Charisma Chase, thank you very much.”

Sharon’s smile only grew at this declaration, arms crossed over her chest she simply said, “Robin.”

Robin’s incredibly vapid face looked confused, “Huh?”

Sharon’s grin faltered, “Jesus! Whip it out, Robin.”

Zoe’s eyes flew wide when Robin did just that. She flipped up her skirt and held it to her abdomen with one hand as the other fished around in her….her very well filled panties. Zoe honestly felt like passing out despite having weathered all the strangeness that had come before as she stared with open mouthed astonishment as a meaty penis complete with an absurdly fat set of testicles came tumbling out.

“Ohmygod. Like what the fuck. Eeww..totally eww. You are so off the team!” exclaimed the brunette but Zoe (trying not to look at Robin’s huge dick) noticed the hand that had been resting upon Charisma’s knee had slid up to her inner thigh and one of her fingers was moving slowly back and forth across her skin.

Robin looked shocked even as she jerked her prick with both hands, “No way. It’s totally a pretty dick and totally porn star sized! I know it’s bigger than Chris’s.” Charisma’s on again off again boyfriend. “I’m going to fuck you so good with this!”

A calculating look passed across Charisma’s eyes and she bit her lip. Zoe couldn’t believe she was seriously considering it! No doubt her arousal was having an effect on her decision making process but still… “Oh what the hell. Standard disclosure agreement: I destroy you all, this gets out. Okay, bring that tranny dick of yours on over.” She settled down on the bed next to Zoe, her legs swing wide as Robin eagerly approached still enthusiastically pulling upon her man part. Zoe noted that Sharon remained by the door, the knowing smirk back in place as she watched. Charisma took Robin’s dick in hand, lifting it up and clearly inspecting it, “Wow. Big and thick. Where were you hiding this during practice?” Zoe wanted to point out that she clearly never had it before, that she’d been changed by something just like Charisma had but she figured it would just be ignored. Besides…she should really be-

“Um…you know.. uh…now that I’ve helped you with your little problem, Charisma. I’ll just be going.” She started to get up but one of the cheerleader’s surprisingly strong hands grabbed her arm.

“Oh no. You are not leaving me alone with these two. And… you’re a part of this. You won’t be quite so willing to spread a rumor if you’re involved… Here…” Zoe cringed as the cheerleader pulled her hand over to Robin’s cock. You just had to give it to Charisma Chase….she’d make a great gangster. Uh sure you can go….just shoot this guy in the head. There…now we can trust you… you’re just as guilty as the rest of us….

Feeling the hot hard warmth of Robin’s massive member underneath her fingertips, Zoe snatched her hand back before scooting back to the headboard of the bed, sitting amongst the pillows, “Ah! Touched it! Awesome. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to sit back here and watch!”

Charisma shrugged, “Suit yourself.” She lay back on the bed, her mountainous breasts jiggling tremendously atop her chest. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs, “Alright. Fuck me. I’m sooo ready for a good fucking…”

Zoe forcefully did not look at their joining but she couldn’t stop the wet squishing sound of it from reaching her ears. Nor could she ignore Charisma’s loud gasp and lewd cry of, “So big! Yes!”

Charisma was a bit weirded out by the idea that Robin’s-Robin’s cock was inside her but she absolutely could not argue with how deliciously stuffed she felt with every throbbing inch of it inside her. She squirmed a bit before she realized the blonde wasn’t moving at all. “This is nice and all. But let’s get this show on the road…”

“Yea… you’re going to love this, Charisma! I’m going to give you a real pounding…” was Robin’s inane monologue but she bit her lip and stifled a moan as she felt that big log move inside, pulling out only to be suddenly thrust back in. Charisma’s eyes flew wide when she heard the blonde grunt and groan in a familiar way. Oh no- Not- her pussy was suddenly bathed with hot semen and she flexed her hips pushing away and off of Robin’s spasming prick with a scream of rage, “Not inside! You pathetic freak! Ohmygod! What’s wrong with you?” She rolled to the side, getting out from under Robin’s fountaining softening dick, grimacing at all the warm jizz smothering her stomach.

Pulling her knees up to her breasts, she reached down and gingerly touched her pussy. She could feel the stupid bitche’s cum slipping out…. She glared at Robin with an expression that had made stronger girls than her wilt. “Seriously. What-the-fuck? Porn-star sized? What’s the point if you shoot your load like some nervous dweeb? Gawd! You’re damned lucky I’m on birth control or I’d-“ Charisma’s eyes narrowed even further as she noticed Robin didn’t seem fazed at all, in fact the stupid cunt was jerking herself off, actually getting hard again!

Sharon, who’d drifted over and was now sitting on the bed, said “You forgot again, Robin. But whatever. This is better anyway. Do it.”

Robin looked as confused as Charisma and Zoe were by Sharon’s sudden active participation, “Huh?”

Sharon sighed. “Look at Charisma and say: Fertile Cow Cunt.”

Charisma’s eyes flashed with fury, “What the fuck?! Just who do you think you-”

“Fertile Cow Cunt.”