Chapter 9

Author's Note Preface:

This chapter was a little harder to write, mostly because of my choice to have a first-person story that also includes a harem of other girls. This also has the most sex scenes in it of previous chapters, and yet I still feel as though I didn't get much done. But thems the brakes, so let me know how you felt about the balance of character's in the scenes. Also, I hope you enjoy the ending to this chapter ;)

Claire:

After spending a few hours at the mall, we had finally made our way home. It was only shortly after 3pm, so we had lots of daylight left ahead.

“So, are you ready to talk with mom about how magic is real?” Zach reminded me.

“Oh, fuck…I almost forgot,” I exclaimed, “Well, let’s just get this over with.” Saying that, I got out of the back seat of the car, holding the door open for Amanda to slide out. Now that I was standing above her while she was still sitting, I thought that she might need a haircut soon. Amanda’s short bob of raven black hair was certainly luscious, but I really wanted to see her with some longer extensions.

With everyone out of the car, I took the lead into the house, prepared to give mom “the talk.”

If only it were that easy. The second the door was open; I saw mom pacing in the living room with her phone up to her ear.

“Sir… I-I…yes, I understand that those contracts need to be done by Thursday.” mom said to someone over the phone, her jaw clenched in frustration.

Walking into the living room, mom just gave us an exasperated look and waved us to go sit at the kitchen table; all the while she was listening to someone talk to her.

“Sir, I do apologize, but I haven’t taken a personal day in over 7 years.” Her voice strained with anger, trying to remain level-headed. “… yes… I can come in earlier than usual tomorrow to make up for my day off.” Her tone had switched from anger to dejection. “I’ll see you tomorrow sir.” With that she hung up and threw her phone at the couch, being angry enough to throw something, but not enough to permanently damage it.

“Is everything ok, Mom?” Zach called out to her.

“Oh. You know how it is. I take ONE day off work – on a Sunday no less – in the past 7 years, and apparently my boss thinks I'm some lazy sack of shit!” Her voice gradually rose as she went from seething to full on yelling. “I wish I could just rip that dumbass toupee off his head. That fucker doesn’t know what I do for him!”

“Mom! Please…come sit down.” Zach yelled over her, breaking her from her rant.

Mom shuffled angrily over to the seat she sat in this morning at the table. I stood behind her and started to give her shoulders a massage. I looked at Zach, eying him to start the conversation while I tried to keep her relaxed.

“Mmmmmm, that feels good, Claire Bear.” Mom moaned, while I dug into her shoulders.

“Earlier you messaged me, asking why it was that there were suddenly other people coming around here, and that Claire and I have been having sex. To add on to the fact that we also had sex.” Zach blushed, looking at mom. I could only see the back of her head, but I could just tell that she was blushing as well.

“Well, yeah, it’s kinda weird how I just gradually wanted to have sex with my son and daughter, but the weirdest part about it, is how okay I feel about all of this. Shouldn’t I be more concerned about the incest, or the fact that Claire is suddenly eating pussy like it’s her job?” I smirked at her mention of my newfound bisexuality. She was speaking faster in a quasi-panic, and as Zach noticed this, I saw him once again interrupt mom.

“Mom! Mom, slow down,” Zach said, he put his hands on mom’s, squeezing them gently, “Now this is gonna be very hard to believe, but…” Zach was looking down at his ring, then he looked up towards me, motioning his head for me to stand next to him. “You see this ring? And the collar that Claire is wearing?” Zach pulled me close, pointing out the Prismium.

“Yeah, that collar is absolutely gorgeous by the way.” Mom praised me.

Finally, I spoke up, “These things are magic. And they are making all this stuff happen with us.” I blurted this out, wanting to cut to the chase. Now looking at the other two girls as well, “The ring and collar are called the Prismium. For the most part it seems that it is bringing together a harem of women to go to the ‘master’ of the ring,” I pointed at Zach, looking at each person to see if they followed, “As to whatever the purpose for making a harem is… well, we don’t know.” I looked at Zach, wanting him to pick up from there.

“Claire is right. This Prismium radiates an aura, which subtly changes those around me which I find attractive, but it also seems to pick people independent of me, otherwise every hot girl I see on the street would be affected by it.” Zach, finally pausing, looked at Mom, waiting for an answer.

“You weren’t kidding when you said this wasn’t going to be very believable.” Mom chuckled, looking back and forth between Zach and I; trying to tell if we were pulling a prank on her. “So, you guys are serious about this?” She asked. I looked at my brother then back to her, we both nodded at this. “Is there some proof you can show?” Mom was cautious, but she wasn’t outright refusing to believe us.

Thinking about something, I leaned towards Zach’s ear and whispered, “Maybe we can help mom stop stressing about work and her boss.” Zach looked up at me, his brows were furrowed in that cute way he always did.

“How are we gonna do that?” Zach mumbled under his breath, trying to keep the others from hearing.

I stood up straight and looked at mom. “What would you say if we could use magic to make your stress go away; just for tonight?” I asked her, a playful smirk on my face.

“I don’t know if that’s possible, Claire.” Mom retorted.

“Regardless if you believe it or not, would you let us do this? And we promise that you won’t suffer any negative effects.” I saw Zach looking at me, bewildered at where I was going with this. “Zach, I was thinking we let mom try out the Violet Gem.” I smiled sweetly, giving him a wink.

Zach’s face lit up at the realization, “Yeah mom, you’ll be totally fine, if anything, you’ll probably have a ton of fun tonight.” Zach said, convincing mom to say yes.

“You guys are really laying on this whole magic artefact thing real thick. Well, regardless, I don’t see the harm in letting you try.”

“Alright, give me your hand, mom.” Zach reached out towards her. She somewhat cautiously reached forward to hold his hand. “Ok mom, now this is probably going to be very weird, but I don’t think you’ll care too much once it’s done.” With that, Zach closed his eyes.

I watched him focus, while only a few seconds later, I felt a buzzing coming from the collar. A Pinkish flash radiated from just beyond my periphery.

Centering my vision back on Zach, I noticed the ring on his finger started glowing. Steadily it became brighter, until it was like looking at a pink neon sign. Granted this wasn’t a pastel pink, but more of a dark purplish pink. It was a remarkable sight. Suddenly the light traveled from the ring, up Mom’s arm and outlined her body in the colored light. Her eyes glowed that same violet color. This time though, there weren’t just mental changes. As Zach had guessed correctly, it appeared the violet gem would turn the person into a bimbo in mind and body.

I saw mom’s shoulder length hair grow a few more inches, while also lightening from her chestnut brown hair to a sandier brown color, something that would be considered borderline dark blonde. She had been wearing some normal lounge wear, such as a black and white stripped V-neck, and pink lounge shorts that tightly squeezed her upper thighs. I paid close attention to this at that moment because I noticed that her clothes seemed to become tighter.

Mom’s already DD cup breasts grew larger, until they looked to be about Amanda’s size. But since mom’s shirt was already a little snug on her, this basically turned it into a loose crop top from being pushed up and out. I really wanted to get under her so I could see that glorious underboob she was probably sporting at the moment. Mom’s thighs and ass got a little thicker as well – not that she really needed it – causing her shorts to stretch beyond their limits and tear. The small amount of paunch that mom developed on her middle-aged belly tightened up into a much more toned thinner waist. Her lips plumped just a bit, since she already had some borderline DSLs, and the pink light faded from her eyes, their hazel color now a bright hazel gray. While Zach had mentioned that the last two gems would likely be the ones with more drastic changes, I genuinely was shocked at just how much it changed. She still looked like our mom… well, a livelier, bubbly bimbo mom, but she was still her.

We all sat there in silence. Nora and Amanda’s jaws were on the floor at what they just seen. I was so distracted by the transformation that I didn’t notice until now just how much my pussy was dripping with excitement. Looking at Zach’s lap, I could see he was also sporting a wicked erection at seeing this. Mom sat there in a bit of a daze; her eyes struggled to focus for about a minute when finally.

Giggles. She… started to giggle? Hearing that sound come from her was so unnatural, yet it turned me on so much.

“Is everything okay mom?” Zach finally asked her. Her giggling trailed of as she shook her head and looked at Zach.

“Ummm… like, I think so.” Mom was puckering her lips with her finger on her chin, appearing to think really hard. “Yeah… I’m like okie dokie artichokie. But being called mom is like, so lame,” She once again paused in thought, until a lightbulb must have gone off in her head – albeit a dim one – as she began to bounce up and down, “Oh, oh, I know. You can call me Jules because I'm the cool mom.” She posed with her arms folded under breasts in a sort of B-boy stance; I would bet if she was wearing a hat she would have turned it backwards right then. Placing her arms under her giant tits only managed to squeeze her impressive cleavage out of the plunging neckline of the V-neck.

“Uhhh… ok, Jules. Could you tell us how you're feeling?” Zach said, unsure how to talk to her.

“I'm, like, so fucking good! You're so sweet, Zachie, asking me how I am.” Jules batted her eyelashes, bit her lip and moved her large breasts around. “Like, since you're always such a super cool son, umm… would it be okay if I like, you know, sucked your cock under the table. My mouth is just so empty right now, and I need your hard veiny cock in between my lips.”

After saying that I watched Jules slide off her chair, onto the floor, then crawl under the table.

“Woah, mom!” Zach jumped, the sound of his zipper loudly opening, “I didn’t realize this was gonna get you so damn horny.”

“Mmmm,” She licked at his cock from base to tip, “I’ll never not want your cock, Zachie, it’s just so awesome and it made my pussy explode this morning when you eja-ejacla… when you shot cum in me.” With a content sigh and a little giggle, she lowered her plump lips onto Zach’s shaft, taking the entire length in one go.

“Holy shit, Jules, I didn’t know you were a throat queen!” I yelled out, making Zach jump, since I had been silent for a little bit.

“Mmmhmmm.” Julia moaned while her throat was stuffed with cock. She slowly came back up and released Zach’s cock with an audible pop! “Zachie, you like, taste so mega awesome, I really want to drink your cum so bad, and please call me Jules.” As she said that, she angles herself so that her torso was more parallel to the floor, her heavy tits were threatening to fall out of the V in her shirt. “Grab my head, and please, please, fuck my throat.” Jules was whining with need, her eyes so glazed over with lust; her mind unthinking, running on pure sexual instinct.

“Alright Jules, you asked for it.” Zach said with a smirk, he ran his fingers through her sandy brown hair and gripped tight. I saw Jules swallow down his cock to the base once more, and with that, Zach begun moving her head up and down his cock.

Jules’ mouth and throat were letting out the loudest slurping noises along with the occasional gluck sound of her throat being penetrated. From time to time, I would see her body shiver in delight; her eyes would momentarily flutter and roll into the back of her head.

I broke my gaze from the bimbo, looking over at Nora and Amanda. Nora was lazily rubbing her pussy over her clothes, while Amanda was staring intently, squeezing her thighs together. I wanted to make Amanda eat me out, but I figured I should get a turn with Jules once Zach was done.

“I’m gonna cum in your throat you bimbo slut!” Zach yelled out, snapping my gaze back to them. I saw Zach pull her face all the way into his crotch, as he let out a roar and came down her throat. Jules was loudly swallowing the cum as if she were a desert dweller that found an oasis. Every audible gulp just got me hotter.

Once again, Jules slowly worked her way back up Zach’s cock, cleaning it as she went. Finally, she popped off of him, “Oh Zachie, you're like, totally such a stud. I came several times just from you fucking my face.” Jules seemed to be in a dreamy state. “Wow… my head feels so silly,” she giggled, “Uhhh… what was I doing before I like, totally gobbled that cock?” Jules seemed genuinely confused.

“Oh, you said you wanted to 69 with me!” I called out quickly, not allowing anyone else to get her before me.

“Did I say that?” Jules once again pouted and tapped her chin, using all one of her brain cells to recall that, “Well, that sounds like something I would say, and I'm totes craving a pussy to eat right now, but I kinda want a cock in my pussy now. Is it okie dokie if I eat you out while Zach’s hard cock takes me from behind?”

I figured that was a suitable compromise, I nodded my acceptance.

I sat myself on the living room couch, beckoning Jules to pull my shorts off. She crawled towards me, and hooked her fingers into the waistband, pulling them down, I lifted my ass up to help her get them off me.

“Take off that shirt Jules, I wanna see those huge tits of yours.” I commanded her.

Reaching to the bottom of her shirt she went to pull it up, her tits strained the fabric, getting stuck right at the edge of falling off. Her braless tits were mere inches from filling my vision. Zach reached for her shirt, yanking it off her. Now, Amanda has large youthful breasts, but this was something else for a woman in her mid-40’s. Jules’ tits sat high on her chest, almost looking artificial, I wouldn’t be able to tell until I was hands on with them.

Witnessing one of the greatest titty drops of all time, I had no more patience for being teased. I leaned forward and took two handfuls, shocked at how springy and pillowy they felt. While I had never felt a pair of fake breasts, there was no way that this could be considered fake.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Nora spoke up from behind the couch, “Umm… This is really hot and all, but what should we do?” Nora had made I good point I realized, we would need to be more conscious of all the girls, making sure to give equal attention.

Looking over at Zach, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

“Give Nora the slave maid gem again, then maybe try the cuckquean gem on Amanda.” I thought aloud, looking at Zach.

“Wait, what’s gonna happen to me?” Amanda said, looking between Zach and me.

“Just trust me Amanda, I think you’ll like this quite a lot.” I replied.

With a shrug, Zach walked over to Nora, offering his hand. Nora didn’t so much as hesitate; her eyes were filled with lust at the debauchery taking place.

As Nora took his hand I noticed again, the collar flashed a darker purple color. The ring glowed the very same color as it flowed into Nora, changing her quickly.

“Master, Mistress, how would you like your slave to serve you?” Nora said, quickly getting to her knees and looking at the ground.

“Nora, I want you to strip, then grab the heels and stockings we got from your place and put them on.” Zach commanded her, “After you have done that, you will kneel next to us three, and I want you to edge yourself until I say you are allowed to cum. If you fail to hold it back, then you will get punished.” Zach added on. I could see that he was really starting to embrace his Master role. Nora bowed and went over to the bags of her clothes that were in the kitchen, so she could change.

Next, I saw Zach walk over to Amanda, offering his hand.

“Omg this is like, so hot, my pussy is totally flooding right now!” Jules spoke up, getting my attention. I could see her looking at Nora undressing over in the kitchen, three fingers plunging deep into her pussy: masturbating with reckless abandon.

“Tell me Jules, what was it you did for work again?” I wanted to see how dumb she became.

“Ummm… idk. I think I just, like, take papers and write stuff on them. Oh, Oh, but the best part,” Jules said excitedly, “Sometimes, when I'm feeling extra horny, I’ll use my lunch break to go masturbate in the women restroom, and I’ll like totally cum my brains out!” she giggled, her eyes going a little crossed at her finger fucking herself.

I noticed a green flash out of my periphery, while talking to Jules. Looking back over my shoulder, I caught the tail end of the green gems power entering Amanda. I saw the green light fade from her eyes, then they looked at me. I could see the burning need in her eyes, she was still acting submissive, but now she wanted more than anything to watch me getting eaten out by my own mother. With that, she pulled her clothes of quickly, then sat next to me on the couch.

“C-can I sit here and watch?” Amanda still had her skittish nature, now combined with these new voyeuristic tendencies she was feeling.

“Oh, you’re going to do more than that?” I smiled at her, “You are going to tell me how you feel watching my own mother eat my pussy. Also, just like Nora, no cumming until I say so.”

Amanda nodded excitedly, unable to keep her eyes off of my nude legs and pussy, but also watching my bimbo mom, finger fuck herself while groping her tit with the other hand.

Zach walked back around the couch to get behind Jules.

“Alright you dumb bimbo, get those fingers out, it’s time you took something more worth your while.” Zach said, pulling his pants down.

“Oh, goodie, what are you gonna give me?” Jules said as she turned around to look at Zach. “OMG… are you going to breed me, sir?” she continued, a look of genuine shock and lust in her eyes. She had apparently become such a bimbo that she forgot what we were gonna do, being that she was so distracted with fucking herself.

Zach kneeled on the floor, lining himself up with Jules’ cunt. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth to my pussy.

“Alright, slut, time to do your job.” I commanded.

“But, like, I don’t wanna go to work… how am I supposed to get fucked if I have to leave?” Jules replied with confusion. I facepalmed so hard at her stupidity.

“No, dumb-dumb, I meant it’s time for you to start eating me out.” I chided her.

Seeming not to notice, “Oh, I get you, my bad, sometimes my brain goes all pink and fluffy and then I cannot stop thinking about C-coCK!” Jules shouted out, as Zach plunged into her, losing his patience for her rambling. Looking at him I gave him a wicked smile then pulled Jules onto my slit.

“Start eating you slut!” I yelled at her, forcing her face into me. Immediately she began running her tongue up and down my lips, sucking at the juices leaking from my pussy. This was probably the best head I’d ever had up to this point. Next to me I could see Amanda teasing her clit in my peripheral vision. She looked with longing at Jules, likely envious that she can’t be the one down there. Noticing my attention, she looked towards me.

“Ohhh, Claire, I really hope I'm able to please you like that. I promise to eat out your pussy whenever and wherever you want. I will be your little fucktoy, m-maybe then I can please you like your mom, or your brother can.” Amanda was rambling her thoughts as she watched my mom run her tongue over my clit. She would then look over to my brother, who was keeping a good pace on her cunt. “Your stud of a brother is fucking her so good,” she stifled a moan, “I-if I'm good, can he fuck me later?” Amanda panted frantically, overwhelmed by her arousal.

“Maybe later tonight, it’s up to him.” Pausing for a moment, trying to catch my breath, “Well, y-you also need to be a good girl” I told her, looking at my brother. Noticing something about his body, I recalled him saying that the Prismium would enhance us to peak physical performance. I was now noticing that his muscles were definitely larger than they were a week ago. His pectoral and ab muscles were much more noticeable, not to a bodybuilder level, but more like someone that exercised daily.

“I don’t know, maybe I would rather fuck your girlfriend while you watched.” Zach gave Amanda a smirk, then looked me in the eyes. Even though I was still in domme mode, the look in his eyes; it just pushed away my ability to resist him. I felt myself lose consciousness for a split second; my body shivering from a miniature orgasm.

Amanda’s moans begin to grow louder, and more frantic. I could see that Zach was enjoying teasing Amanda. Her submissive nature, now combined with her attraction towards watching me have sex with other people; they culminated in her being turned on by how much pleasure I was receiving for a more “competent” lover. It wasn’t exactly jealousy, more… the joy of being denied her lover in a way that degraded herself. Zach’s words ended up being music to her ears, pushing her right up to the edge.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m… gonna cum, but I wanna be you're good girl!” Amanda yelled out, trying hard to remove her fingers from her pussy. “Mommy! I-I don’t think I can stop. My pussy feels too good!” She looked like she was on the verge of tears, not wanting to disappoint me.

“If you cum, then I won’t let you fuck Zach at all for the next week!” I upped the ante. Amanda’s eyes bugged out as she ripped her hands from her throbbing sex. She held on for dear life, stuffing her wet fingers into her mouth, then let out a pitiful whine at the sudden loss of her almost orgasm. Amanda tried to steady her breathing, eventually she managed to back off from the edge. I gave her a good laugh.

“Good job, little girl, you get 30 seconds before you need to start fingering yourself again.” I grabbed her hair as I spoke with a controlled confidence into her ear.

“Y-yes, Mommy! I wanna be your good girl, I promise I won’t cum!” Amanda’s excitement seemed to triple at my command. She sat up onto her knees next to me. The size difference between us got me off so much more when she acted like a submissive little girl.

My breath hitched again, as Jules began fingering me along with her tongue working my folds. It drew my attention away from Amanda, causing me to finally notice Nora, kneeling by Zach’s feet. She was sitting on her heels, her feet encased in sharp stilettos. She wore crotchless high waist lace stockings; the lace was black with roses and vines on it. I couldn’t believe that she had owned something like that, unless they bought it while at the mall, but I never saw Nora with any bags at the mall.

I was transfixed with her long legs, leading to her toned thighs. Seeing her thin waist hugged by the top of the stocking really highlighted her hip to waist ratio. She, like Amanda, was knuckles deep in her pussy, panting, her vision seemed totally transfixed with the sight of my brother’s cock fucking our mother’s cunt. Nora had a half-lidded stare while she worked on herself. Every time she was close to cumming she would rip her fingers out of her snatch then suck the juice off of them. Once cooled off she would go right back to fingering herself. She made what Amanda was trying to do seem trivial; like she was a professional at edging.

Shifting focus back to the wonderful job that Jules was doing, eating me out. She was wantonly moaning into my pussy with every hard plunge into her from Zach’s cock. There were even times when I would need to grab her hair and pull her into my slit harder to get her to pay attention to my pleasure. I would grind her nose into my clit, which made her moan even more at being used like a sex toy.

“Claire, I'm probably going to cum soon.” Zach told me in between heavy breaths.

“I don’t know if I'm there yet.” I spoke.

“Don’t worry you will be.” Zach laughed aloud. I noticed a faint glow from the ring, along with a warmth radiating from the collar around my neck. “When I count 3, 2, 1, go, all 5 of us are gonna cum at the same time.” Zach said confidently. I remembered this morning when I had felt that intense orgasm out of nowhere. Was Zach about to do that to all of us?

“3…” The warmth from the collar grew steadily, beginning to seep downwards into my tits, setting them ablaze.

“2…” Amanda’s moans were becoming frantic, trying to delay her orgasm or else she’ll be punished. Nora’s tits jiggled as she began to twitch, also holding off from cumming, her cute moans became tiny squeaks as she tried keeping the pleasure from exploding.

“1…” The warmth in my chest sunk lower into my core. All over, I felt tingling bolts of lightning bounce back and forth from the tips of my fingers all the way to my toes, then back into my head. To say I was becoming overstimulated would be a gross understatement.

“Go!” Zach yelled out, roaring, he let out hot ropes of cum into our bimbo mother’s pussy. Just like Zach promised Amanda, Nora, Jules, and I all came simultaneously. It was a cacophony of loud moans from Nora and Amanda. Jules and I tightened up, holding our breaths – or at least I should say I was – Jules received her reward, my squirt flooding her mouth. Through all of that she somehow was able to gulp down my nectar, all the while her eyes were all the way in the back of her head. I tried to pay more attention to my surroundings, but for what felt like hours, while most likely being only seconds; again, I came so hard that I passed out.

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Zach:

Holy shit. I cannot believe I managed to get them all to cum at the same time. I was panting with exhaustion, surveying the girls around me.

Claire and Amanda were out cold. Nora managed to cling on to consciousness, but just barely. Her eyes intermittently fluttered as her head lulled back and forth, almost as if her brain was floating in the clouds. Then there was mom, or should I say Jules. She only needed a few moments post orgasm. Once she recovered, she moved off of my dick and turned around, putting her back to the couch, Claire’s crotch behind her head.

“Mmmm… Zachie’s cum in my pussy.” Jules said in a tired, but husky voice. She reached into her pussy to scoop up my cum. “Looks like I get to have my dessert now.” She said with a giggle.” She scooped out load after load of semen, languidly licking it off of her fingers, an attempt to savor it.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, Jules.” I said to her. She only giggled some more before reaching into her cunt once more, only to become sad when she saw that she ate it all already.

“I'm, like, so sad that I can’t just drink your yummy cummy for every meal of the day.” she said, seeming genuinely dejected.

“I know it’s not the same, but maybe you could clean out the slick from the other two girls’ pussies.” She perked up at that.

“Omg, you're such a smartie. I like, never would have even thought about that!” She said as she got up onto her knees, hugging my face into her incredible tits. I decided that if this was the moment I died, I would be ok with it.

Breaking the suffocation by giant tits, Jules crawled over to Amanda and began drinking up her girlcum. She worked on that for a while. I looked over at the clock, realizing it was a quarter to 5.

“Claire! Wake up, when are Lara and Stephanie supposed to be here?” I shook her, but she was still out cold. Having an idea, I grabbed the collar and switched her to the red gem, thinking that swapping the gems might jolt her awake.

Claire’s eyes snapped open with a dull reddish glow that quickly dissipated. Her eyes focused on my face, giving me a sweet sleepy smile.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Claire stretched, “good morning honey, is it my turn to ride your cock?” She spoke slowly, waking up from her cumdrunk stupor.

“Not right now Claire. When are your friends supposed to be here?” I asked her quickly.

Finally with realization in her eyes she sat up, looking at the clock.

“Oh dear, they could be here any minute.” Claire looked around at the mess of bodily fluids, “Nora, I need your help cleaning up!” she turned to me, “Honey, I'm gonna need your help with Amanda, she’s too big for me to carry upstairs. I plan on bathing her and putting her in her new clothes so she can look pretty for Steph and Lara.” Claire was now in full housewife mode it seemed. “Jules! No more pussy licking, I need you to get dressed and entertain my friends with Zach while I am preparing Amanda to look her best.”

“Lol, ok momma!” Jules said clapping her hands with excitement. “Everything is so much more fun when people just tell me what to do. I wish my brain could be all stupid like this every day!” Jules stood up, and picked up her clothes, skipping her way over to the kitchen for… well, I actually was not sure why she chose to put her clothes on back in there. With her brain all dumbed down like this, it became much harder to predict how she thought. Perhaps I finally was meeting my match when it came to guessing how people think.

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Skip forward to Lara and Steph arriving while Claire is still preparing Amanda.

Interlude

Jules:

I was really struggling to put my shirt back on thanks to my new titties. I was getting dressed in the kitchen because it was the first place I looked when Claire Bear told me to get dressed. My thoughts were so floaty and awesome, I kept forgetting what I was doing until I was looking at it.

Wait, what was I just doing? Something about the kitchen; was I cooking?

I had stood there lost in thought when Zach yelled out to me, “Jules! Put your clothes on!”

“Omg I like, totally forgot I was trying to put my shirt back on!” I was struggling to put my shirt back on thanks to my new titties. Woah, I just got de-j… Deju… that thing where it feels like I already did the thing!

My new titties really were spec-tarc…spektak… super awesome and cool, and they felt sooo good to like, rub and stuff. I began playing with my nipples, never wanting to stop, I was lost in pleasure.

“Mom! What are you doing?” Zach grabbed me and spun me around, jolting me from my fantasy.

“Well, I was putting my shirt on, but I was having trouble thanks to my new titties. Do you like them Zachie? You can play with them whenever you want,” I pressed my tits against him, “You could even… put that cock in between my fat bimbo tits.” My pussy was starting to flood again. Zachie’s cute lil face was all red, and he was staring at my big beautiful bazongas.

“Mom, we do not have time for this. Do you want me to turn you back, or will you behave?” I gasped at the thought of being smarty pants Julia again, I was so flipping happy and horny like this… and Zachie’s cock was poking at my crotch, maybe if I grind on him, he’ll fuck me right here. I let out a little sigh of pleasure.

“MOM!” Zach grabbed my shoulders, “Do you want me to turn you back?” I shook my head at the thought of being all thinky and stressed again. “Ok, I'm just gonna have to have Nora keep you on task, you're to horny and dumb to be left alone.” Zach turned around and called to Nora.

“You called for me, Master?” Nora showed up and gave Zachie a deep curtsy.

“Keep Jules on task, I literally just need her dressed and to clean up a bit down here. So just keep her from finger banging herself in the bathroom or whatever.” Zach said, I felt bad for making him worry about me.

“Yes master, I shall take care of Jules.” This time Nora bowed deeply at the hips with her hands pressed against her lap. Once she did that Zach walked off and went upstairs.

“Ms. Jules, please follow me, and no masturbating.” Nora said, all serious and stuff.

“Um, Nora you think if I do good that maybe Zachie can fuck my pussy when we’re done?” ever since I pressed myself against Zachie, I was so fucking horny, or maybe I was just always horny.

“I can ask master, but until we finish the chores, he has assigned us then we must do our best to fulfill his wishes.” I don’t know why Nora was talking like a robot woman, but I had to admit; she was kinda funny to listen to. I giggled as I thought that Nora just looked at me blankly. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the downstairs bathroom to get my clothes on, because I totally forgot I was nakey that whole time, LOL.

~*~

Zach:

It had been a while after I left Jules with Nora, needing to just give myself a few minutes to decompress. I had gone from years of no social life and constant study, to now being around hot women 24/7. If the Prismium wasn’t magically increasing my body’s performance, I would have likely died from dehydration a week ago.

I think I would need to make a buddy system; for those times when I can’t be around to either keep them out of trouble or fuck them.

I didn’t plane on keeping mom in bimbo mode often, even though it was really fucking hot seeing my workaholic mom, who was not so distracted with her tits that she couldn’t concentrate on putting clothes on.

I’m thinking now that keeping Claire in love mode is probably a smart idea. She very much exhibits a calm matriarchal energy. I guess that would make sense if she is supposed to be head harem girl. Is there even a term for the top woman in a harem? I’ll need to look into this.

Nora in her slave maid mode was so incredibly helpful. She was prompt, determined, polite, and not to mention hot as fuck. I would need to go out and get her some appropriate attire for her maidly duties.

Then there is Amanda, probably the woman I know the least, considering she is more Claire’s girlfriend than she is a concubine or whatever they’re called. I would need to sit down with her sometime soon, just me and her, but other than that she seems open to being a part of this.

I went through my closet, looking for some of my nicer clothes to change into, but alas, it was still full of Claire’s clothing. I just opted to put on a navy-blue V-neck and some jeans. Looking down at my shirt I noticed that it was a little tight around my biceps and chest; not to mention it was showing a bit of my waistline. I guess I haven’t really been paying attention to how my body is changing. Flexing my biceps I saw a decent amount of muscle, nothing to brag about, but still better than my lack of muscles from before.

Momentarily I was distracted by my flexing, not realizing that the doorbell had rung. Oh shit!

I quickly went to look over the railing to see the downstairs living room area. It appeared that Nora had let Lara and Stephanie in.

“Ok, so who are you?” Lara asked, appearing a little weirded out.

“Hello, you must be Ms. Lara, Master and Mistress have told me a bit about you.” Nora gave her a small curtsy, then offered to get them drinks.

“Got any soda?” Lara asked, looking back at Stephanie, she asked if she wanted any as well.

“I’ll have whatever Lara has.” Stephanie said meekly. Nora gave a small bow then walked to the kitchen, and before I forgot, I realized she was still wearing those black stilettos with crotchless waist high lace stockings. When she went to go get dressed, she just chose a pretty hot red halter dress, the bottom only just barely hiding her uncovered pussy. With that in mind I could see how Lara was weirded out.

“Wait, where the hell is mom?” I mumbled to myself. Before I was going to descend the stairs, I went over to my mom’s room and opened the door.

Her room reeked of sex, which would make sense since she was sitting on her bed fingering herself.

“Jules…why the fuck are you in here?” I said to her, letting out a deep sigh.

Breaking from her moment of pleasure she looked at me, “Oh, hi Zachie! I, um… why did I come in here?” Jules pondered this for a while, still slowly jilling herself off. I saw she was wearing panties but no shorts. Oh, I forgot her previous shorts ripped when her thighs, hips, and ass got bigger.

“Let me guess, she sent you up here to find some shorts to wear since your other ones were destroyed?” I gave her a blank stare, which she clearly did not notice my frustration.

“you’re soooo smart Zachie, that’s like, totally what I was doing. Nora said I needed new bottoms to wear, but the doorbell rang so she told me to just come up here and find something to wear.” Jules said all of this in one breath, like if she were to pause speaking for a split seconds she would lose her train of thought.

I went into her closet and grabbed a pair of short tights, thinking these would stretch enough to do. Handing them to Jules, she jumped up and down trying to pull them up. Her tits were moving around so much that they kept hitting her in the face, making her giggle every time. I finally put a stop to that, as I grabbed the waist of the tights and pulled hard. She let out a little yip at the camel toe she now was sporting.

Jules looked at herself in the mirror, “omg, like, I'm so fucking hot. My ass just looks so fucking huge in these.” She said aloud. While she was right, it wasn’t the short tights that made her ass big, it was already just plain big.

No longer trusting Jules to be alone, I escorted her downstairs. Looking back towards the bathroom I saw that it was now unoccupied.

Lara and Stephanie were sitting on the living room couch, drinking their sodas. Jules went down the stairs in front of me, taking it two steps at a time as she hopped to the ground and skipped over to Claire’s friends.

“Hiya, I'm Jules!” she went to hug Stephanie, only to straddle Stephanies lap while she was sitting and pulled her into a hug that could suffocate due to those gigantic tits of hers. Stephanie only paused for a moment before she hugged back, not seeming at all to dislike this.

Moving over to straddle Lara’s lap, “Hiya, I'm Jules!” She went for the hug again only for Lara to put her finger to her lips. Lara looked at Jules calmly, and instead of accepting the hug she grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.

Jules was moaning into Lara’s mouth, as they interlocked both lips and tongues. Stephanie scooted closer to them, she looked concerned? Or maybe, Envious? Regardless she was entranced by this display of affection.

“Alright mom that’s enough.” I yelled at Jules, snapping her out of the moment. Lara’s head whipped over to me; her eyebrows furrowed. She looked back and forth between Jules and I several times before her eyes widened at the realization.

“Holy shit! This is your mom. W-why is she such a slut?” Lara yelled out at me, on edge now.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say.” Jules thanked Lara.

“W-what is going on here? I mean, I already had an idea something weird was going on, based on what Steph and I have been experiencing, but this is just plain fucking crazy.”

Jules finally got off of Lara’s lap, a look of concern over how Lara was reacting to her. Her bimbo brain probably not able to process why she is mad, when she was the one that initiated the French kissing.

“Lara don’t worry. Claire and I will explain everything in a few minutes.” I made an attempt to calm her, which seemed to help, but she was still on edge. “Now I want you to apologize to Jules.” I told Lara.

“For what? I'm the one who kissed her” Lara said. She then went from looking at me, to looking at Jules, who was looking down at the ground, her eyes a little misty.

“I'm sorry for making you mad, Lara. I just wanted to be welcoming to my daughter’s friends.” Jules sniffled a bit.

Lara’s face changed from anger to regret at making this beautiful bimbo milf sad. “No, it’s not your fault, I was just caught off guard.” Lara thought for a moment on how to console her, “would you want to sit on my lap, and I can give you head pats?” Lara offered her comfort.

Jules, jumped up and down in excitement, “I don’t know about that, but you can play with my titties!” Jules responded with much vigor. Lara gave her a playful smirk, patting her lap.

I studied Stephanies response to this, and she was clearly pouting, I think I could safely guess that she is envious of Jules get her tits groped. I’ll need to bring this up in the conversation we’re all about to have.

~*~

A few minutes later after a little bit of small talk, and Lara groping my mother. I wish I could say I remembered any of the little topics we covered, but Jules’ moans at having her nipples teased were more than a little distracting.

At that moment I heard a door – likely Claire’s – open upstairs. Claire walked out in a pretty peach colored sundress with her hair in a high ponytail, seeming to go for a more tradwife look.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Claire announced, “may I present to you my beautiful little baby girl, Amanda!”

I saw the figure of a tall woman step out from behind the corner. I was flabbergasted to say the least. Amanda was wearing a gorgeous sundress that went to about an inch above her knees. The dress was white with dark blue flowers on it. If I squinted, I could notice she was wearing some shear stockings, making her more muscular legs appear smoother and less toned. She wore a blue pair of shoes that looked like those kinds of shoes that would be in a school uniform for girls.

We all had our eyes on her as she slowly came down the stairs. Her hands were griping and wringing the front of her dress, showing how nervous she must be. I could tell she was wearing a lot more makeup than before, still not a ton, but she had a more girl next door aesthetic going for her, which I was very much in to. She even had a little clip on blue and white polka dot bow in her bangs. Claire was not kidding when she said she was gonna make her look pretty.

“Don’t be rude Amanda, say hello to everyone how I taught you.” Claire gave her a motherly yet terse tone.

Amanda’s blush intensified; she was looking down in embarrassment. Leaning over and studying her face a little closer, I could see little twitches of a smile on her lips.

“H-hello everyone, it is so g-good to see everyone, my name is A-Amanda, and I am mommy’s good girl.” Amanda stuttered out, giving us all a cute curtsy by lifting the edges of her dress up a little bit. I had to admit that she looked cute as fuck.

I looked at Lara and Stephanie, and I had to fight to keep in the laughter. They look of absolute shock on their faces was priceless, but also Jules was still sitting on Lara’s lap; pouting now that Lara had stopped teasing her tits. I got Jules’ attention and had her sit on my lap, not wanting her to get in the way of what might be a heated conversation.

~*~

Claire stood in the middle of the room, her arm around Amanda’s waist, holding her close. Claire seemed so at ease with Amanda, she showed no signs of being nervous.

“Alright Claire, I think it’s time you explain what is happening here. You’re Mom turns out to be this horny bimbo…” Lara says.

“Aww thank you!” Jules said, interrupting Lara.

Lara gave her a blank stare before continuing, “So as I was saying… your Mom is a bimbo and now Amanda is this girly girl?”

“Yes, isn’t she beautiful. Also, she’s not just girly, but also, she is my girlfriend.” Claire said, then leaned up on her tippy toes to kiss Amanda on the lips.

Stephanie was blushing madly at this display of affection, giving Lara the side eye to see her reaction.

“Ok, someone just come out and explain this!” Lara shouted, standing up abruptly. I looked at Claire and nodded as her eyes met mine.

“The short answer is ‘magic’.” Claire said, pausing for a response, but when none came, she continued, “This collar that I am wearing is magic, so is the ring Zach is wearing.” I hold up my ring as they look at me. “Essentially the collar allows a shift into different personality types. Red for Love, Orange for Domme, Yellow for Pet, Green for Voyeur, Blue for Submissive, Indigo for Slave/Maid, and finally Violet for Bimbo.” Claire listed off the abilities. I was somewhat surprised at how straightforward she was playing this.

“Ok then show me some fucking magic then.” Lara barked, letting her frustration hang on her face.

Claire looked at me, “What do you say honey? Blue for Lara and Orange for Steph.” She smiled sweetly at me.

“I don’t see why not,” I said as I got up after pushing Jules off of my lap, “alright ladies can I have your hands?” I reached out to both, curious to assess if I could give out two gems at the same time. Lara grabbed my hand immediately, while Stephanie was a little more trepidatious, that is until Lara gave her a look.

Again, I closed my eyes and focused on the two colors. Blue traveled down my left arm and went into Lara, while the orange light went down my right to Stephanie. Opening my eyes I could see they both were in a daze, their respective eyes glowing the color that I infused into them.

Lara was the first to snap out of it. She looked around, a new skittishness to her that was odd to see.

“Umm… w-what did you do to me?” Lara’s voice sounded small and mumbly, no longer projecting confidence.

“Lara is now a submissive girl, isn’t she?” Claire said matter-of-factly to Lara.

I then saw Stephanie come to attention, when I met her gaze, I couldn’t help but smile as I saw that hunger in her as she looked at Lara like a lion stalking a gazelle.

“Hmmmm,” Stephanie yawned and stretched, putting her arm around Lara to pull her in tight, “why don’t you tell them what we’ve been up to baby.” Stephanies tone brooked no patience.

“W-w-what do you mean, Steph? And why are you t-talking to me like that?” Lara was stuttering out her words, her cheeks were blushing fiercely.

“Oh, you know… like what we did at the mall the other day; when we split from Claire and Amanda.” Stephanie said, then leaned and whispered something into Lara’s ear. I saw Lara’s skin become covered in goosebumps, which finally had me notice that what Lara was wearing was rather promiscuous, I guess I have become so used to it that I didn’t even notice until now.

Lara was wearing some very short white Daisy Duke’s, and what looked to be a very expensive – yet normal looking – black crop top which draped over her lovely D cups, the cleavage especially was on display. Thinking about it, I don’t even know if this could be considered a crop top, as it only went over one shoulder: only really covering her tits.

Scanning Stephanie’s attire, I noticed her staring deeply into Lara cleavage. Her clothing was a lot more conservative, some black leggings and a somewhat boring reddish brown V-neck blouse with sleeves that went just past her elbows. It showed off some of her modest B cup cleavage, and before I would have skimmed over her appearance, but now with this new air of confidence, she had a whole new magnetism to her.

“I-I don’t see why that’s any of their b-business!” Lara huffed; her body was trembling slightly.

“Fine, I’ll tell them then.” Stephanie sighed, then looked at Claire. “After the little meeting we had with you and your brother, we were both feeling a little bit odd.

“Even at the mall, I could tell something was up with Lara.” Stephanie paused, stroking Lara’s hair like she was a cat. “Anyways, to make a long story short, Lara had me eat her out in one of the changing rooms of a lingerie shop we were in.”

“The lingerie shop with the hot girl employee that wears tight leggings?” Claire interjected.

“Yes, the very same. Well, anyways, Lara confessed to me that she was feeling unusually horny after the we left your house, and to be frank I wasn’t going to say no to tasting her pussy.

“I’ve been wanting to go down on her for years. And now you're telling me I finally got to because of this magic collar?” Stephanie’s eyes moved back and forth between Claire and me.

“Yeah, the Prismium, as the ring and collar are known, draws in girls that Claire or I are attracted to; binding them to us in a harem.” I added in.

“Yeah, and you two are the latest addition to that, barring another one we need to talk to, and a potential 8^th that we have yet to find.” Claire took over from where I ended.

Amanda looked bored, she was standing next to Claire, rocking back and forth on her feet. Her eyes met mine, but this time she didn’t look away, she gave me a cute smile and a little wave.

Is that her version of flirting with me?

To the side of me I heard a light moan. I saw that Stephanie’s hand had snuck into Lara’s pants, petting her some more.

Having an idea I asked Stephanie, “Would you like it if she was more petlike?”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up with hunger at the mention. I figured that while Lara being submissive was fun and all, having her be treated as the lowest on the proverbial totem pole would be even better.

Again, I grabbed Lara’s hand rescinding the blue gem and focusing now on the last gem that I have yet to test, the Yellow Pet Gem.

I was unsure if this would have any physical effects on her, but I was quickly proven right, when she sprouted two cat-like ears out of her fiery red hair. Her eyes also became more cat-like, the glow of the yellow light fading from her eyes, returning to their grayish-blue color.

Once she broke out of her daze she sat bolt upright, indicating some discomfort with where she was sitting.

And as it turned out she was sitting on her new tail. Lara looked around like a scared kitten – which I guess she was at this point – her ears folded down a bit.

Stephanie gasped loudly, making Lara jump, “Oh my god, she’s perfect!” Stephanie scooped Lara into her lap and begun lightly stroking her hair, at which point Lara seemed to calm down and even start purring.

“Well, shit, I didn’t think it would give her actual animal features.” I thought aloud. “At least we won’t have to buy any pet play stuff beyond maybe a leash and collar” I said, letting out a chuckle. Lara’s red furred tail was lazily swinging back and forth as she got skritches behind her ear.

“At this point I'm not much surprised by any of this.” Claire said, a small giggle escaping her throat as she looked at me. Claire for that matter was giving me some serious fuck-me eyes, possibly from being turned on by all that was happening around us. “Does she still have her regular ears; her hair is covering where they would be.”

Stephanie moved aside Lara’s hair, “Looks like the cat ears are the only pair, but it doesn’t seem too weird as long as we don’t think about it too hard.” Stephanie said, shrugging.

My attention snapped to Nora as I heard a ringtone go off. Nora was removing a phone out of her purse as she walked into the kitchen to take a call. I took that as a moment to step out of the conversation and let Claire speak to her friends.

As I approached the kitchen, I could hear Nora speaking in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, I'm not home now… I'm just… hanging out with a friend.” Nora was facing away from me, unaware that I was walking up behind her. “I know mamá, I can have those patient files on your desk tomorrow mamá. What do you mean you need me to come see you? W-why do you want to talk about him?” I could hear nerves in Nora’s voice as I put my hand on her shoulder.

Nora jumped a bit, but she didn’t make a sound, she looked over her shoulder at me without a hint of anger.

“Ok, mamá, I love you too. Yes, I’ll come over soon.” With that Nora hung up the phone and turned to me. “Master I must apologize profusely. I am afraid I need to help my mother with some stuff today. Would it be okay if you dropped me off at home?” Nora looked a bit distressed at this development before I realized that she was likely fighting the slave maid’s compulsion to serve me over everyone else.

Keeping my hand on her shoulder, I rescinded the indigo gem. Nora returned to her usual self.

“Damn, I really do look sexy in these stockings.” Nora said, a devilish smile on her face.

“That you do. How long will you be gone?” I asked her.

“Hopefully I will be back later tonight, but if I'm not then I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Alright then, well just make sure you have everything you need, then I’ll take you to your house.”

~*~

With Nora back at her place, I took my time driving back home. Ever since I got home from college, I have barely had any time to be alone with my thoughts.

I found myself contemplating several things, the first of which was why did that old man so easily part with the Prismium? He had to have known that he would die, something about that didn’t seem right. Secondly, why does the Prismium even exist? And since its existence proves that magic is real, how come there aren’t more magical items floating around, that is, unless there was magic everywhere, but the public was not privy to said information.

I decided that tonight I would attempt to speak with Sapphira in my dreams again. Some things were not adding up. I could understand if she explained the Prismium was created by a horny sorcerer that liked to get down with his own family members, but Sapphira seemed intentionally cagey with me.

Was magic real or could this be something technological or alien? I understood that all these options made me sound insane, but I had a tough time accepting something at face value, I am specifically entering a field where judging someone by their cover is not a smart thing to do.

I felt as if time just flew by while I was in contemplation, as I was already turning the corner into my neighborhood.

Pulling up into my driveway, if I didn’t already know that the house was filled with hot women who were all affected by a magic collar, I would say the house looked serene from the outside.

Opening the front door to the house, I noticed the tv was on. Only Amanda and Jules were sat on the couch watching it; oh, and a naked Lara with cat ears and tail. She was lying in Jules’ lap, having her hair stroked gently.

The moment Lara heard me enter the house, she perked up, looking at me.

“Hi Zachie!”

“Hello sir.” Both Jules and Amanda said nearly at the same time.

“Meow!” I heard the noise come from Lara as she hopped off Jules’ lap and padded over to me. She bumped her head against my leg, rubbing her body along it, just as a cat would.

“Meow… mrrreow!” Lara seemed excited to see me, she was entirely naked, except for a little bell tied to her neck, since we didn’t have any animal collars just lying around the house.

Bending over, I pet her behind the ears, causing her to purr rather realistically.

“Does she not talk?” I said, asking Jules and Amanda.

“She hasn’t so far. All she does is meow meow meow.” Jules giggled at herself.

“Are you not able to speak, Lara?” I asked her. She only cocked her head to the side as if confused. “I mean can you understand me?” She nodded at that right away giving a hearty “meow.”

“So, you cannot speak like me, but you can understand the words I am saying?” again she nodded at my assessment.

Lara turned around and did that pose that pets do when they are stretching out their front legs. Except I just got to front row seats to stare at her uncovered pussy. The lips were puffy, and visibly wet. I wondered if she was intentionally showing me her ass, and thinking about it, she probably was.

“Hey, I think Lara here is in heat.” I called out to the two girls on the couch.

“Yeah, we had a feeling. Sometimes when we would pet her, she would try and push her vagina onto our hands so that we would touch her there, but Stephanie said to wait until you got back.” Amanda said, blushing at me as she looked in my eyes.

“Speaking of, where is Claire and Stephanie?”

Oh, they went over to Lara’s house to pick up some stuff.” Amanda responded.

“Isn’t that a little odd to be doing that without Lara there?”

“Not really, her dad is almost never home, and even if he was, he knows those two well enough to invite them in any time.”

So, then that would mean that Lara is home alone often; no wonder she likes to always have her friends over. As I was, I crouched down on the floor, and I felt something wet push up against my hand.

“Mreeow!!” I heard Lara half moan half meow, as she pushed her pussy on to my hand, trying to grind herself on my knuckles.

“Lara, are you a horny little kitten?” I asked her in a cutesy voice.

She only looked over her shoulder at me, panting, her face was flushed, and her eyes dilated. Her hips begun gyrating on me, letting out small moans as she built up her pleasure. I tried doing that thing where you pat a cat on the butt, and they stick it up in the air. I was patting her less and more spanking her, but it had the desired effect.

Spank, spank, spank.

With each hit she would raise her ass and push her pussy onto me even harder. At that point I could see her cunt was winking at me, being so primed that it was practically begging for a cock.

“Well, if you insist.” I say, smirking as I lead her over to the couch next to the main one facing the tv. She jumps up onto the couch and immediately puts her head to the cushion and wiggles her ass in the air; she was meowing up a storm, occasionally moaning like a feral woman.

“Omg, Zachie, can you like fuck me after you fuck the kitten!” Jules piped up, a bit of envy showing on her face.

“Be a good girl and I just might.” I tell her, pulling my already hard as a rock erection out of my pants.

I had to push back on Lara’s ass, as she was desperately trying to push herself onto my cock.

“Does Lara-Kitten want a cock in her pussy?” I teased her.

“Mrow, mrow, mrow.” Lara rapid fire meowed as she nodded her head rapidly. Wanting to reward her enthusiasm, I lined up to her hole and inserted myself in slowly. Usually, I liked to plunge right in, but Lara’s pussy was so incredibly tight that I was forced to take it inch by inch. As I slowly plunged deeper into her, she let out a long, “Mrrrrrrrrrrroww.” It sounded like the sexual fusion of a cat in heat and the deep moan of a cock-starved slut.

Once I finally was down to the base, I begun the campaign of fucking this pussy’s pussy until she was yowling with orgasms.

Lara’s nails gripped into the couch; her long fiery red hair was falling into her face constantly. I’m sure Claire had mentioned this sometime over the last few days, but Lara was a bit of a shortstack, she had D cups, and a curvaceous ass. All of that existed in a package that was maybe an inch or so over 5 feet. I watched her heavy tits dangle from her chest as she was fucked – ironically in doggy style – Her milky pale skin was glistening with sweat. The sounds of my lap slapping into her thick ass meat echoed throughout the downstairs.

Glancing behind me I saw Jules had removed her tights and was frantically rubbing her clit while watching Lara get dicked. Amanda had reached up her sundress as well, touching herself unseen, as the dress still concealed her lower half.

My attention jerked back to Lara as I felt her walls begin to pulse rhythmically, preparing themselves to milk my seed. As I realized this was happening, I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approach to meet hers.

With one more mighty plunge, I rammed it all the way to the base in her and released several hot creamy ropes into her uterus.

Lara was yowling and moaning, her own orgasm constricting on my cock like a boa. Her eyes would flutter and lose focus, but ultimately, she managed to stave off passing out.

Dismounting her, I sat back on the couch, watching my seed drip down her thigh. Once recovered she turned around and begun licking my now deflating cock clean. She lapped at it just like a cat drinking cream.

I rather liked her like this, unable to say mean things, subservient, and horny to boot. Maybe if I ask Claire and Stephanie nicely, we can keep her like this. Though I do understand that would have to be Lara’s choice, since taking away her ability to speak, and do in general human things would be somewhat cruel.

Once I was clean, Lara rested her head in my lap and zoned out, purring contentedly.

“Um… Zachie is it my turn now?” Jules was standing in front of me, still fingering herself; the drops rolling down her juicy thighs.

“Just give me a minute to catch my breath.” I said holding up one finger.

But before I had the opportunity to catch my breath, I received a text from Claire.

Claire: Turn on the local news right now!

With a little bit of concern, I grabbed the remote and switched the tv over to the news.

“This just in, the recent death of one Mr. Magnus, owner of Magnus’ Mysterious was originally ruled as a death of natural causes. But earlier today the police received an anonymous tip claiming that Magnus was not the man people thought he was.”

I was beginning to freak out, seeing this. Who even knew “Magnus”, as they said his name was. I know for a fact that his store in the mall had not been there for too long, not even Claire knew when it showed up, and she went to the mall often. The co-anchor took over from her co-host.

“That’s right, the police obtained an anonymous letter claiming that Magnus was hiding something at his residence. The address listed was not owned by any person as it was a house that had been previously marked as condemned.

Going now to a reporter at the scene of this developing case, how is it going down there Katy?”

“Thanks Brenda, as you can see behind me the police have taped off the whole property, setting a perimeter. At exactly 3:04 PM today, police found evidence of blood in the basement of this condemned house.”

It was then that Claire and Stephanie burst in through the front door, racing over to sit on the couch and watch the news.

“As of now, no bodies have been found, and samples of the blood have been taken for further analysis at a lab. One of the biggest indicators of why there was blood in the basement would be, what seems to be some sort of demonic ritual circle drawn on the floor.” The screen shows pictures of the circle, taken by the police. Sure, as they said, it looked satanic, but it also looked familiar. The circle was not a pentagram. It had an 8-pointed star inside.

“The possibilities of this being some sort of cultist ritual are seeming more likely as the investigation continues. Along with the ritual circle, many oddities were found around the basement such as papers written it what appears to be some odd form of Hebrew, as well as an odd-looking chemistry set. The pictures of the “chemistry set” showed what looked like what a scientist would have used in the 18^th century, or maybe even later. Mr. Magnus did not have any registered address anywhere around here, even on a state level. Also looking into his antique store, we were also unable to find any business licenses issued by city hall.

“This mystery man, who appeared to have died of a heart attack, is now having whatever dark machinations he had; dredged up for the world to see. Now of course since this was an anonymous tip, and the house itself was never confirmed to be a residence for Mr. Magnus, the connections are tenuous at best. Police are still willing to investigate, even if no further connection is found.

The police have also found several hair samples that have also been sent off to the lab for DNA testing.

“For now, that is all the information we have, but we will be following this closely as the facts reveal themselves. I'm Katy McAster, Channel 7 news.”

I muted the tv once the reporter was finished. Everyone sat there in silence, even Jules. All the girls turned to look at me, concern on their face.

“Well…Fuck” I grumbled.

Author's Note Afterword:

While I did establish the possibility of physical transformations going back to chapter 2. I will understand that not everyone will like them. The different gems are a device for me to try things out in the story. The ultimate goal of the Prismium is still unknown to the readers at the moment, so please do bear with me as I try things out. I do have a definitive ending for this story, but it may be a while until I can get there without rushing. Thanks for reading!

P.S. I update my profile summary with how the progress is going on the next chapter, since that is the only way, I know of to notify those that follow me.