Ro3: "Closet Lipstick Lesbians"

The ring flashed and Suzanne almost tossed it again, failing because it caught on her nails. Zoe stumbled to her feet next to Charisma, who was suddenly blushing a deep red, "What did you say Mrs. McCormick? Charisma and I were just um... messing around, we're not-"

"Closet Lipstick Lesbians?" The ring flashed and this time, Suzanne did drop it. Eying the gold circle suspiciously, she missed the fervent glance between the two milk-soaked girls. She was still distracted when Zoe pushed past her, hauling Charisma in tow, "Sorry for making a mess in your room Mrs. McCormick, we'll make it up to you later."

"You can make it up to me now!" But the two had already vanished, neither the closing of a door or the creaking of the stairs to indicate where they went.

"Goddamnit! What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here!?" Suzanne stormed angrily downstairs, leaving the two newly discovered lesbians pressed up against each other inside the darkened bathroom.

"That was close.""Yeah, really."

Safe for the moment, Charisma found herself flattened against the towel rack, Zoe protectively pushed into her so they could both fit behind the door without moving it. The immediate danger passed, their eyes found each other, and Charisma realized she'd never really looked at Zoe before. She'd seen her around, hell, she'd just spent a good bit of time up close and personal with her cooch, but she'd never just... looked. Zoe was gorgeous. Beautiful in a suppressed way that made it all the more amazing when you actually saw it.

"I think you can... um..."

"Oh! Sorry." Zoe stepped back, flushed, suddenly very interested in her feet. The way she'd taken charge back there was so... unlike her. She was usually shy to a fault and let others guide her, but something about seeing Charisma cowed by the older woman, tits out and still leaking white fluid... Now that she thought of it she wasn't so sure that it had been bravery so much as lust. She'd repeated her mantra right up until that moment: she was straight, she was straight, she was straight... But she just couldn't do it anymore. Her eyes were drawn to Charisma's body like moths to a flame and she followed her every curve until she was looking the beautiful cheerleader in the eyes again.

Charisma pretended like she never looked at the other cheerleaders during practice or that she bought women's swimsuit magazines just to look at the clothes and not the models. She pretended that hunky half-naked men really got her going and that blonde jocks were her "type." But she couldn't pretend that she didn't want to Zoe to push her back up against the wall and kiss her senseless. She could still taste the sweetness between her legs, it had been so hot...

Zoe rushed forward again, pressing the bigger girl up against the wall and squishing into her lactating breasts. Their lips were on each other, their tongues exploring the others mouth. In their eagerness, their teeth hit a few times but it was the first kiss either of them had ever had that truly felt right.

Rick sat by the staircase, a dog on either side of him, watching two dickgirls fumble around the room while a mother and daughter made out on the floor, "The fuck happened to my life man." He scratched Hewie behind the ears, the dog blissfully unaware of the full chaos going on around him. "I'm pretty sure I've already been hit with that ring and I still think this is goddamn insane." Jim nodded sagely next to him, "It is nonsensical what life throws our way sometimes. Hey, spread the love." He nudged Ricks hand, who grudgingly began scratching Jim's head, "Oh yeah, right there!"

Rick sat there shaking his head while the dogs panted happily. Good lord.

"Hey, Shannon!" The mommy's girl broke away from her mothers lips, though she didn't stop scissoring with the milf, "Y-yeah?"

"How much do you know about all this?"

"Jim- Mm! Jim filled me in. Magic ring. Bad. Aah! Yesss!"

He glanced to the white dog on his right, "Should I tell her?" The Pyrenees gave him a dubious look, "I don't think it would really change her mind about anything. Ignorance is bliss."

"Ok, dog of wisdom. Shannon!" The girl had gone back to making out with her mom but irritatedly pulled back to give him an angry look, "What!"

"You want to fix things right?"

"Yeah!"

"So shouldn't we, y'know, combine forces to find it?"

"Oh... Yeah... ok. Ok, Mom? Oh god! I'm really sorry but I gotta go. I'll be right back as soon as I can." She was up and following Rick and Jim into the kitchen before Suzanne could say a word about it. The milf huffed angrily, not waiting a moment before seizing Sharon's leg as she passed by, "You, me, my room. NOW." Her tone was that of an angry parent about to discipline a child and Sharon found herself unresisting as she was dragged up the stairs. Robin, who still wasn't really sure what was going on, moved to follow but wasn't quite fast enough to avoid Suzanne's bedroom door slamming in her face. She sulked outside for a moment, "Fuck. My dick was almost ready to go again... Ooh!"

Her face lit up as she found the gold ring lying by her foot. She slipped it on like an old wedding band and modeled it to herself before skipping downstairs. The first thing she saw was Hewie, tail wagging at the foot of the stairs. She pointed at him with one of her long nails, "Hunky boy!" The ring did nothing and the dog looked around for what she was pointing at, "Stupid ring. I'll figure it out eventually." She followed the voices into the kitchen, where Shannon and Rick were arguing.

"You're not yourself Shannon, we need to focus on changing you back to normal before your lust gets out of control!"

"You're not yourself either Rick! Or didn't you realize how weird it is that you can make people do what you say by ordering them to? How about you keep your lust under control and I'll worry about changing things back to normal!"

He had to hand it to her, she'd realized that a lot faster than he'd expected. Of course she was being stubborn about the thing that actually mattered: she had an insatiable desire to fuck her own mom. At least he was in control of himself. He hoped.

Robin skipped in as he was preparing his counterargument, wearing a straining top and a surprisingly modest skirt (were it not for the extra weight forming a bulge in their front). She scratched Jim behind the ears as she watched the argument unfold, "What's happening?" Jim took it upon himself to keep her out of the argument, "They are arguing over who is a better person. My money's on Rick but then again Shannon did turn me into a dog so my opinion may be bias. Still deciding which way though." Robin nodded blankly, not as perturbed by the talking dog as she perhaps should have been, "Huh, ok, how did that magic ring work again?" Jim regarded her wearily till she hit a sweet spot behind his ear and his leg started thumping the floor, "Ohh yeah... The ring activates when you say three words, it can be used three times on one person before the changes are irreversible. Little to the left... Oh yeah!"

At a lull in the debate, Rick leaned on the kitchen sink. This was getting exactly nowhere. He should probably just give up and keep looking. He frowned at Robin, who was still enthusiastically petting a very pleased Jim. She looked happy. A little too happy-

"How many girls have you fucked without their permission?" He gawked at Shannon, "I... None!" She folded her arms, raising her eyebrows. She knew she'd found a weak spot.

Fortunately, at that moment the doorbell rang, "I'll get it!" Robin bounced out of the room and Shannon slapped her forehead, "Oh fuck, the party... we can't have my family walking around the house when people are here! Mom'll get arrested!" Rick rolled his eyes: now she chose to see reason. "We should probably hide Robin too, unless you want to throw her at the nearest jock and record his reaction when her skirt drops?" Shannon gave him a withering look and stalked into the living room.

Robin opened the door to reveal Diana, another cheerleader on the squad, "Hi Didi! How're you!" Diana looked startled by Robin's appearance and subsequent hug. "Um. Fine Robin. I didn't realize it was a costume party, I would have-" Robin wasn't listening, she was trying too hard to remember the instructions the talking dog had given her: Say three words and it activated the ring. 3 words. 3 Wooords. What three words should she say? Her eyes cast around the living room, searching for inspiration. Her eyes landed on her own tits a few times and she realized making a friend for herself who really understood her would be super great! A friend she could fuck would be even better! Her eyes also landed on the coffee table where the party gifts had been stacked. The poster Rick had brought had come undone from its rubber band a bit, revealing a sexy alien babe holding a futuristic gun. She bit her lip. An alien girl would be sexy...