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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Horror/Scary · #1900259
To get a promotion, Ross needs to go to a Halloween party
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Chapter #3

Back at Ross' apartment

    by: the beagle Author IconMail Icon

1:00 a.m.

I place the signed releases on my desk, then headed to the bathroom to
piss. First I took off the dress, then felt for the zipper. I kept
feeling around for it. My crotch felt itchy as I felt around for the
zipper. In desperation I got a scissors and cut the hair round the suit's
crotch. I still couldn't find the zipper or even it's seam. I was doing
the pee pee dance. I then tried to remove the face, I couldn't get it
off. I hurt as I tried to remove it to no avail.

I couldn't hold it anymore, too much booze. I didn't want to but I felt
myself leaking. I felt the warm piss going down my leg. I saw the piss
going down my leg. How? As the flow started to get stronger I saw it
flowing out of the hair surrounding, it formed a stream. I put my hand
and felt for my dick. I couldn't feel it. In its place was a wet slit,
surrounded by 2 large lips. As I touched it it started to feel warm. Just
as strange the hair that I had cut off down there was mysteriously back,
and was extending up to my navel now.



2:15 a.m.

I felt sick in my stomach, next thing I knew I was bazooka barfing in the
toilet. I took a knife to cut my way out of this damn suit. I as tried to
cut where the seam should have been, I felt the knife start to cut the
skin as blood stated to flow. I passed out from the shock



6:45 a.m.

I woke up on the bathroom floor, feeling even stranger. The wound was
gone but my belly was even bigger, rumbling as something moved inside. My
flat pancake breasts had inflated to almost double their original size,
and felt sore. I started sweating hoping this was just part of a
nightmare. I looked at my naked body, the dress I wore the night before.
It was now too small for me. I has to go to the bathroom again. It felt
strange as I felt my ass cheeks covered all the cold toilet seat, and
flowed over the edges. When I felt the shit squish between the two
monstrous cheeks, I stated to cry. I realized somehow the body suit had
engulfed me. As I screamed, it wasn't my voice that came out, but the
shrill voice I had been using at the party. My hands couldn't even reach
far enough to wipe myself. I got up as the crap started running down my
leg. I had to step into the shower and spray my butt checks clean with my
hand held shower.



7:40 a.m.

My belly was even bigger. The was even more movement inside. My breasts
started leaking with every jab in my belly. The only thing I could find
to cover myself was a sheet. I was starving, eating everything in my
apartment. I was pissing every 15 minutes. God help me, somehow I was
pregnant.



8:55 a.m.

I felt a sharp pain in my swollen belly, as a foul smelling liquid was
expelled from my cunt. I felt several more even more
painful................Oh my God contractions, as I fell to the floor. I
tried to remember what to do, thinking of every Dr. show I ever watched.
I did the strange breathing, I had heard about, and pushed. The pain
almost made me pass out. Finally I felt the baby start to come out, as I
screamed in pain. First the head, then the shoulders. At last it was
done. I could not move. Yet I didn't hear the baby cry.

The baby crawled up to me and latched on to my left breast. It was the
first thing that felt good since midnight.



9:35

The baby had grown to a small child, switching from breast to breast. I
noticed he was now wearing the pentagram pendant, and had grown older and
older in front of my eyes. He walked over to me and looked me in the eye.
He looked so familiar, then it hit me. That's exactly as I looked at 8
years old.

The child spoke, "I'm sorry Ross, this wasn't supposed to happen to you.
I had made a deal with my granddaughter. She had caught her husband
cheating with another woman, and planned to teach him a lesson. As you
guessed I really am a witch, well now warlock. All that happened to you
was supposed to happen to him. He was the one to be trapped, in my old
body, along with a few extra cures. I don't know what went wrong, as I
was stuck in that box over 5 years. Once it was past Midnight your fate
was sealed. I needed a body, and yours was far better then being stuck in
a box, till some other sucker came along. Now if you will excuse me I
need to finish my breakfast," as he latched on to my breast.

"Deary, you mean I'm stuck as an ugly old bat. You can't do that to me!"
as I tried to push him from my boob. Somehow I didn't have the strength
to remove him. And it felt so good as he sucked my tits. My crotch got
warm and moist as he suckled.



9:50 a.m.

The boy was now in his late teens by the time he stopped, "Ahhhh! that
tastes so good. Now as for you. Yes you are stuck in my old body the rest
of your life, but no you are not old. On the outside you are 72, on the
inside you are still 25. You see you are stuck with the curse meant for
my grandson-in-law. Did you notice that, most of the guys at the party
thought you were hot? The more alcohol they drink, the more you look like
their idea of perfect woman. Go to a bar and you will get all the food
and drinks you want. The sober men and all the women will see you as you
really are. Unfortunately you will become horny and easily aroused. There
is nothing you can do to change your appearance. Cut your hair and it
will grow back even thicker in less then 5 minutes. Get a breast
reduction, and overnight they will grow to twice the size they were
before, and never stop lactating. If you can keep your breasts from
lactating, they will dry up in 3 or 4 months, and revert to their
original size, just a tad lower. Till then they will be sore and full of
milk, leaking every time your boobs bounce. Just don't let anyone play
with your nipples or squeeze your tits. Never go within earshot of any
crying babies. Otherwise you will stay a human cow. Don't even think of a
tummy tuck. Every full moon you will get your period. During that time
you become uncontrollably horny. If you wear a bra you will get a very
nasty rash. Same thing happens if a man uses a condom on you. And
although a drunk man will think you are the sexiest woman it the world.
The second his cum touches you, he will see you as you really are. So if
you have sex better tie him to the beg and give him a blindfold.
Otherwise he will run out screaming. Ross I'm really sorry, but there is
nothing I can do for you right now. My magic abilities are limited in a
25 year old body. Maybe when I turn 40, and all my powers return, I can
look you up, and we can transfer you to some other unsuspected sap. But
only if you don't try to make any trouble for me.

Ok one last feeding, and I will be all grown up. You might as well
masturbate while I finish feeding. I know your pussy is begging for it,"
he said as he chewed my nipple.

I didn't want to, but he was right, I couldn't keep my hands off my
beaver. It got warmer and wetter. I was wishing he would fuck me or eat
me out. I was breathing harder, my hand kept moving faster and faster.
First I got 3 fingers in, 4, finally my entire hand disappeared in the
wet slit. I exploded with the orgasm. It felt wonderful, as I screamed
out, "OH GOD!!!!! Please, Please fuck me!" He just continued sucking my
tit.



10.25 a.m.

I looked at my doppelganger, as he dressed himself in one of my suits. My
old life was his, as he picked up the release forms. I was crying, when
he said, "I really do feel bad for you. If you don't mess up the
apartment, I'll bring you some new clothes and give you a couple grand
to set you up in an apartment. You can take the new laptop after all you
earned it. If you clean up the mess you made, giving birth to me, I'll
even have sex with you. But don't ever try to come back here after that,
or I'll make things worse for you, and won't look you up in 15 years.


You have the following choices:

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1. New Ross comes back to old Ross

2. 15 years later

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3. 11:30 a.m.

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