Finding new friends (sort of)

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Chapter 7

As your sister squats motionless on your bed, bound and under control, you notice something about your own body.

"What the..." You look like a caricature of a man, your cock massive and your body more muscular than before. You look to Mackie. The grotesque porn-like state of your body tells you everything you want to know. Quickly you put your clothes back on, your nakedness was only to lull whatever Mackie is now into safety. You are sure now, Mackie is not herself but... something else.

Carefully you try not to touch your powerful tool that even now in its flaccid state dangles menacingly large between your legs. The first pair of underpants is torn by your strength. The second one hurts your crotch. Cursing, you grab a pair of boxers, then continue to dress. At the foot of the stairs downstairs you stop, but it's no use.

Your father by now has fucked your mother through half the living room and has now laid her sweaty body with her back over the sofa backrest. Her oversized breasts arch into the room and jiggle while your father's hairy hands greedily knead her sweaty flesh.

"Finn darling why don't you come join us?" your mother exclaims, holding out her hand to you as her head hangs from the sofa upside down. Her hair wiggles across the floor and cum runs down from her face over her hair. The sight of the two of them excites and disgusts you. But Mackie is important now and you can't let your feelings get in the way, good or bad.

"You want me to put my cock in your mouth?" you ask as you feel sick. Willow Lynchwood nods eagerly, a strand of cum running down her eye.

"I'll go to town and buy you a big dildo if you behave and keep fucking dad until I get back."

"Yippi!" the usually reserved woman shrieks, her arms dragging across the sweaty floor.

"Don't go up to Mackie, you understand? She... I fucked her... I fucked her so hard she can't walk."

"That's my boy," grunts your father. He has grown hairier and more muscular as well, reminding you more of a caveman than the man who makes the money in this household.

"Right," you mutter, but then pull yourself together. "Mackie's mine, all right? She's... fuck. She's my personal fuck toy."

"Okaydokay," your mother grins, then her eyes twist in an orgasm that makes her juice squirt all over the room.

You leave the house in a hurry.

"Hello? Is there anyone here who can help me?" Great, you think to yourself. So much for you having a plan.

Your heart stops for a moment when you see the petite girl who almost threatens to disappear behind her large glasses.

After today's experiences, you are afraid that you could somehow be contagious and spoil this girl with your viciousness.

"What book are you looking for?" she wants to know in a soft voice. As the librarian of your city's university, she does a good job, smiling politely at you and trying not to notice your rushed expression.

"All about old magic. Oh, and new magic too, if there is any." You know the girl from your school, but don't know her name. Apparently she works here after school as a substitute, at least she looks around the large room filled with bookshelves searching for the first time. Your high school is not far from the university.

"I'd suggest the section of the middle ages" she finally says, waving you along with her. "You're Finn, right?" she asks, giving you a look over her petite shoulder.

"What?" You weren't listening.

"I'm Melodie," she says kindly. We have math and PE together."

"Ah yes, okay." You don't mean to be mean to Melodie but your sister turns the people you care about into wild sex-crazed monsters. "I'm also looking for something about demons and all that," you say a little helplessly.

"That's interesting." The girl strokes her hair back and smiles at you while you stand in front of the shelves of old books. "Like, novels or..."

"Practical application," you mean, only now realizing how crazy that must sound. But it's about Mackie. "Summoning, possessing people...well...that sort of thing..."

"Oh." Melody looks crestfallen. "Wait a minute." She disappears for a minute, then returns with one of her colleagues.

The young woman standing behind Melodie also wears large glasses, but otherwise differs from the shy Melodie in almost every way. Where the first one looks small, cute and innocent with her small breasts and snub nose, the second one blows bubbles with chewing gum, has a cheeky grin and presents her breasts more proudly than reservedly while looking at you appraisingly. "That's Serene," the younger girl murmurs. "She goes to university here."

"And you're looking for something about demons?" the other girl wants to know. You can only nod. "Are you trying to make fun of my religion?"

"What, no. I'm just... I'm looking for something... shit." Serene chuckles.

"Did you lose a bet?"

"No! Fuck! I'm looking for something about demon infestation and all that shit. And I still have..." You look at your phone. "Two hours until I have to be back home."

"Baby," Serene grins while Melodie doesn't take her eyes off you. Then the older one shrugs. "Come with me then."