“This is some serious Night of the Living Dead shit.” Scarlett proclaimed.

“It better not be!” Jerome growled, some of his old self back. “I got no interest in getting shot by the US Army when dawn comes!”

Lucy smiled, her pussy gushing, her nipples taut and needy against her overflowing bra and straining buttons. That’s my man! She thought, before she sobered herself.

“They’ll come back.” Lucy said. “I don’t think this place can stand a second assault. Especially if Mister Teng is out there with them.”

“Got that right,” Jerome smirked at her, “Bang-Bang Mi.”

Scarlett pointed an accusing scarlet fingernail.

“You guys said there was a cure.” She stated, whipping the tasp ominously. “A way to fix all this. Jerome, you know!”

“Call me Shaka Boom!” Jerome insisted, caressing his own weapon ominously back.

“Fine, Shaka Boom, you’re no help!” Scarlett spat. “Lucy! You dragged our sexy fuckable asses in here!”

“I...I...” Something scratched at the back of Lucy’s brain, her cotton-candy brain, like Scarlett’s fingernails down her back as she. No! Dammit! Focus! “I...there was something...a book?”

God, she sounded like the airhead she always wanted to be. Never wanted to be!

“Well there has to be something in here!” Scarlett exclaimed breathily. Her chest (when was it so exposed?) heaved. Heaved. “I mean, smart-people books always have the magic in them, right?”

Lucy wanted to argue but she couldn’t quite put the words together. Fuck it. She couldn’t come up with any better ideas except impaling herself on one or both of them to solve the problem anyway. What was the saying? “The bimbo urge to thrust your tits at the problem until it goes away?”

Lucy thrust her tits a little bit in the warm air. She loved her double-Ds.

“Wait!” She exclaimed. “The grimoire!”

Lucy had seen it, upstairs! Of course she had! What other leather-bound tome was bright pink?

When she checked that shelf, it was nowhere to be found.

“Oh, God...” She whispered. Breathily. “Where is it?”

She sounded like a whiny bimbo in need of cute new shoes or a cock to service. But in her soul, beneath those jiggling double-Ds, she despaired. How could she have missed it? Was she that far gone, fantasizing about becoming Jerome’s and Scarlett’s shared brainless cock-trap?

Lucy wanted to cry. She was so close to ending this nightmare! Returning all the hypnosis and himbos and transforming lipsticks and TG tech and wishing cocks back to the pages, to her fantasies, where they belonged! She and Jerome had somehow unleashed a combination of rape and quick-service plastic surgery/lobotomies across the face of town, maybe the world, and Heaven only knew how much trauma they’d done in one night.

Even if everyone involved was too far down the rabbit hole to get traumatized.

Tears welling in her perfect, pretty eyes, Lucy slumped down on the puddle of her pants.

The corner of an old book poked her in the ass. It sent waves of unexpected pleasure through her, the surprise and violation. She ground against it a little.

Then she gasped (breathily) and threw her discarded pants aside.

There it was!

It pulsed pink with arcane power, the power to corrupt and sexualize and transform...and the shittily-written power to undo all the magic!

THANK HEAVEN FOR LAZY WRITING!

Just taking it in her hand, she could feel power coursing through her body, warm, rippling, pleasurable. She orgasmed...from the feeling of power she felt!

Lucy ran downstairs with flawless gait on long gazelle legs. Her cheeks were perfectly blushed but her breath perfectly even when she rounded the corner.

“Jerome!” Lucy exclaimed. “Scarlett! I found it! The Bimbo Grimoire! I wrote it up but it has the way to reverse the spell in it!”

She held it up triumphantly, eyes shining, smile a little too bright. She would will it to work, god dammit!

But it was too late.

Lucy would never know what finally got them, but there they were, on the floor in front of the ruined cash-register that Jerome had used to brain an errant bear-shifter/billionaire. Jerome was monstrous now, in the sexiest way, his dark, vast chest shining in the overhead lights as he pistoned into the mass of blonde curls that now constituted most of Scarlett’s head. The slurps were as sickening as they were arousing. His huge hands were claws now, alternately grazing Scarlett’s head and holding her skull in place for a particularly gag-inducing thrust. Gold rippled across his arms and fingers, spanning his neck like Mister T, she even saw a gold tooth glint from his lust-drunk smile.

His eye caught hers. There was only wolf there now. Only predator. Only alpha. And he saw another warm, wet, willing female to add to his pack.

Jerome let Scarlett slip from his fuckstick, plop her new, fuckable bubble butt back onto her heels. She turned to look, her makeup perfect despite the intense facefuck she’d just ...Lucy wasn’t sure who was fucking whom there or whether it mattered anymore. She looked like the cover girl of an erotica with “Blacked” in the title.

“Hey baby,” Scarlett cocked her head, her voice husky and full of promise and also cock, “room for one more.”

In a single, impossibly sinuous move, Scarlett maneuvered her tits up and perky to the sky, her round full ass under...and brought her own cock to attention. She knelt there, leaning back into Jerome’s thigh, cradling his – holy fuck, a whole foot? – of dark manmeat at one cheek.

“What about it?” Jerome growled. He could only growl now. “Bang Bang Mi?”

Lucy slowly backed away, clutching the grimoire to her impossibly full and bouncy H-cups that threatened to tear her little sailor uniform in two.

“I-I-I’m fine...” she spluttered. “...y-you guys keep going though!”

Scarlett pouted, but made up for it by tilting her chin back and casually swallowing a Black cock the size of her forearm down a frictionless, lubricated throat. Jerome’s claws seized her hair and slid her off again.

“No.” He growled, rising. “I want her too.”

Lucy split up the stairs as Jerome and Scarlett her erstwhile-allies-cum-cum-sluts crossed the bookstore with superhuman speed. With strength she didn’t know had, Lucy yanked down a heavy bookshelf, sending rare editions spilling down the staircase and blocking the top stair entirely with the heavy thick oak shelf. She peeked a head over, watched Jerome slide under werewolf legs he wasn’t totally used to and crack his jaw on a first edition. She heard Scarlett cooing, slurping, the meaty slap of flesh on flesh.

Good!

That ought to hold them.

Lucy slumped under the overhead light and flipped open the pink glowing grimoire.

Downstairs, the unguarded front window shattered in a hail of glass.

“Oh children...!” Mister Tang’s cunt-creaming baritone. And he wasn’t alone. Those sounded like tentacles.

Lucy’s fingers raced through the pages. Her brow furrowed, her lips a perfect kawaii pout.

Was she losing the ability to read?!

Some words still jumped out at her: words like bimbo, cock, pussy, yes, fuck, want, pleasure. But the rest slid away like cum dribbling down her shapely thigh!

She held the book to her naked chest, prayed, opened the pages at random. This had to work! It had to!

She wasn’t halfway through sounding out “cum giving blowjobs” when two hands landed on her bare shoulders – one massive claw, covered in gold rings, the other with sharp red nails, sharp as the girlcock pressing into her hip.

She couldn’t help it. Lucy dropped the grimoire to her disposed-of sailor skirt, and went on all fours, her ass and her mouth up and ready and her little cock-hungry cunt open for business.

She swallowed Scarlett’s throbbing appendage like a pro, her gag reflex permanently repressed in favor of an almost orgasmic joy at using her mouth to please. Her cock was sweaty and florid, salty and delicious, and Lucy ran her tongue over every vein and ridge there at the base. Scarlett’s blonde thatch tickled her nose, smelling of sex and cock and need. Lucy swallowed, wrapping her throat tight around Scarlett’s huge purple head, eliciting a satisfied moan from the blonde.

And that wasn’t even talking about what was happening at her backside!

And it was her backside in action. A glob of something lubricating landed on her outstretched ass, and she could feel clawed hands poking at her puckered hole. She moaned onto Scarlett’s cock as one claw gently prised her open, and with some kind of fucktoy instinct, she relaxed her asshole in preparation for receiving big Black cock.

The head of Jerome’s cock felt as big around as her fist, and he wasn’t gentle. Taking her flared hips in his claws, he shoved his whole werewolf cock into her ass with one harsh movement. Lucy whimpers turned into a scream of mingled pleasure and pain. She’d never had a cock in her ass before! Not even fingers! And here she was taking a thick werewolf cock like a champ! His cock stretched her to her very limit, and she loved every inch of it. His thrusts filled her with pleasure and contentment, even as her ass screamed from the punishment.

Scarlett drew her cock out of Lucy’s throat, and she took the opportunity to lick and suck, worshipping the tip with lips and tongue. And she realized, she’d, like, totally forgot about Scarlett’s snatch! She reached up with two fingers and slid them into Scarlett’s dripping pussy. Scarlett’s moan dropped an octave, her cock and pussy both being pleasured at once, a horizon of pleasure no ordinary woman could even imagine. Lucy felt pride rising in her heart, mingling with the sweat and sex and pleasure filling her body like cum.

Lucy stroked at the spot just above Scarlett’s pussy, the magical G-spot, and felt the cock in her mouth twitch. Scarlett grabbed Lucy’s silky black hair in her claws and shoved her head back onto her cock, the engorged head deep in Lucy’s throat. The first spurts of cum almost drooled out Lucy’s mouth, but she was a champ! She swallowed every delicious drop of seed, vaguely wondering why she’d never done this before when it just felt so good.

At almost the same moment, she felt Jerome stretching out her ass even more (if that was even possible!). The huge knot expanded deep in her bowels, locking her in place and making her his willing female fucktoy, his servile little slut. She felt every thick rope of shifter cum as it filled her bowels and squished out of her spasming asshole. There was just too much for a little thing like her!

With an inhuman howl, Jerome grabbed hold of his slut by the tits and hauled her upright. Now she was looking in Scarlett’s lust-filled eyes, the ones that used to sparkle with wit and now just sparkled with erotic need. And Lucy knew in her heart her own eyes were just as dumb and needy. So hot.

Scarlett’s gaze fell to Lucy’s exposed pussy, and her cock swelled with anticipation.

Lucy couldn’t wait. She needed a cum so bad, needed to have her ass and her pussy stuffed at the same time, or maybe even fucked airtight. She opened her knees wide to her future.

As Lucy dissolved into the haze of fucking, sucking, sex, cum, sweat, sex, saliva, and sex that had finally claimed her, too; in the face of expanding boobies bigger than her head and her newfound pure unbridled delight in them; against the final dissolution of her human, thinking mind into an eternal animal rut, she wondered, for the last time, “what power caused this? What brought these characters and these things to life?”

Then there was a cock in her mouth and a cock on her brain. Forever.