Transitions, Pt. 2

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The morning sun filtered through the bedroom window at the Schmidt household in soft rays of gold. Within the small bedroom, a sweet, musty odor of honey permeates the room.

The girl stirred under the sheets, her hands idly exploring her soft and supple body. Her **** struggled to accept the radical changes even hours later.

Becky's first sight was of her creamy boob flesh, bugling off her narrow chest. She had lost the remainder of her clothes at some point in the night and the feeling of being completely naked brought a warm sizzle to her crotch and nipples.

So it hadn't been a dream. This was her reality now.

Becky stretched languidly and sat up, bringing her hands to cup her chest as she did so.

The new size was definitely something to get used to. Her boobs felt and looked amazing, but there sure was a lot of them now. She bulged and swelled in places she never had before.

Becky checked her phone, the first normal action she had taken in hours. There were three texts: two from Luke, one from Danny. It made her twinge painfully inside to be reminded of them.

It was a mess. She hated them, but she missed them as well. Nothing made sense with her friends anymore. Not after what happened last night.

Becky cradled her head, hot tears rising in her eyes. The new Becky and the old one were fighting again. She felt torn between her old, dorky self and this weird, slutty destiny she had been thrust into.

A deep voice from below Becky's window broke her out of her puddle of sadness.

Peering down at the yard below, Becky spied Mark Jameson bouncing a basketball in his driveway.

Mark was a beast of a boy, standing at six foot five, his body covered in hard muscle. A former star quarter back AND star pitcher, Mark now studied as senior at a college several hours away. He must have been home on break, Becky thought.

A surge to Becky's enhanced pussy brought a flow of girl honey as she stared at the Greek god of a neighbor. He was so big and powerful. The pain of earlier, of her friends, faded from Becky's mind as she reveled in the physicality before her.

New Becky took control.

She had always crushed on Mark slightly. He was kind of like a big brother who also happened to be super cute. That crush never went anywhere of cours; mostly due to the age difference, but Becky's complete lack of sex appeal didn't help matters.

Becky looked down at her swelling bosoms. Her toned legs. Her full rear. Something told Becky that things would be different this time around.

***

Luke hunched over his laptop, a steaming cup of coffee next to him. He hadn't slept a second since the ritual. Deep purple rings cut beneath his eyes.

"Honey, I get that school's important to you and all, but can you give it a rest?" Luke's mother said. "That is, without a doubt the strangest mom thing I've ever said."

She was a graceful woman in her mid-forties with long auburn hair and a full figure softened with age.

"Soon," Luke stammered. "Just a little more research."

"What are you working on now, dork?" Chelsea, Luke's sister asked.

She shared her Auburn hair with her mother, but her features were harder and more angular. Chelsea had been a track star in high school.

"History project," Luke said defensively.

Chelsea's weakest subject was in fact history. She hated it.

"Ew," she said as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.

"Alright honey, finish what you need to, then bed!"

"Fine," he said.

Luke returned his attention to the screen in front of him. He had made precious little progress.

As a matter of fact, typing "magic book" into google provided a bit much in the way of information. Most attempts to narrow down his search lead Luke to sites about Lovecraftian mythos or bullshit new-age sites.

Only once source stood out to him and he found it by chance alone. In a moment of distraction, Luke had scanned a wiki dedicated to Cthulhu mythos when he came across an external link referencing occult in the Roman court of Nero.

Luke clicked the page, feeling he had nothing better to do. That's when he discovered the cursed scroll.

It was described as a black scroll with purple lettering brought in from the East. It's magic apparently affected people's emotions and desires. It also birthed strange monsters.

The book locked in his Grandfather's WW2 era footlocker wasn't a scroll, but it seemed to do similar things. Perhaps it was a relative?

The documentation on the site was limited and Luke couldn't find any other sources. He begged Lady Luck for another go, his body giving out.

Luke, feeling more discouraged than ever, pulled out his phone and checked his messages. Nothing back from Becky yet. However, there was a fresh message from Danny.

"Heading back to the park, I'll let you know what I find."

***

Danny stared at the puddle of slime on the ground. It seemed to glow in his shadow, its color identical to that of the portal. He didn't dare touch it.

If asked, Danny wouldn't have been able to answer why he had returned to the park. If it were his preference, he would never go back. Too many bad memories. Still, here he was, retracing the steps from the night prior.

The place where the portal had been was a bust save for one thing. The entire area returned to normal with the closing of the portal. Normal besides the glistening trail that lead from the stump up to the path on the hill above.

Now Danny stood over the end of the trail. There was more of the stuff here, as if something had splattered or thrashed around.

Danny felt a sinking pit in his stomach as he looked at the remains.

***

In the dark basement, the two young people went at it. There breaths were loud and careless. After all, they were alone in the house.

His hands squeezed her large breasts, soft and firm and so big. He felt her legs squeezing around his back. She smelled incredible, like lilacs and sweat.

He would finish soon, emptying into her perfect body. Of course, finish was a wiggle word. There was no finishing any time soon. Not with a girl this beautiful.

In the darkness, the newly formed couple consummated their lust with a massive climax.

Her soft blonde curls glistened in the dim light. His eyes fixed on her perfect body. Already, the heat was building once more.