Christine’s back story contains
Sexual content
Dubious consent
Blood, and people drinking it
Body transformation
Christine: A rough day
She sat on her bed and looked at her dead tortoise. They were really supposed to live for a long time, but this had not.
Christine scrunched her nose, took a breath, and says, “I guess you weren’t supposed to eat that many flowers.” And looks to the pile of various flowers, some of which are Foxgloves.
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“I thought you were gonna be a lot more important in my life than you were.”
The turtles pretty gross, but it’s unsure of if it’s grossness is from before or after death. Probably after.
Her room was fairly well put together, seemed orderly and had nice personal touches. You woulda thought she could have kept a tortoise a live. Turns out, she couldn’t.
She messages some people and after an hour, her old friend from high school who she’d had an almost crush on, but only in retrospect replies. Then is the only one to reply for an hour. Christine shrugs and replies.
Claire ends up inviting her over for a slumber party with a bunch of her other friends, and they wanna try playing old, stupid high school games like beer pong, and two truths one lie, and all that stuff, just with out the booze. Maybe weed.
Doesn’t that sound rad? Her tortoise just died. Yeah dude, I’ma go do that, she thought. I’m not thinking about my tortoise… then realizing it would be much kinder to her future self, if she dealt with it first. She thoroughly looked up how to do that appropriately.
She took a long shower. Packed a bag with cute pajamas, or dorky ones, or a few options because she had no idea what she was about to walk into.
She gets there and it’s kind of off. The lights are too bright. There’s a ton of candles. Too many candles for Christine, but then her friend comes out and it seems okay again. Her friends in cute pajamas that she probably got from Victoria Secret.
She was glad she had packed options.
They reminisce about the last few years as Claire takes her to the kitchen for a wide selection of non-alcoholic beverages. It’s cozy, drawn shades to amplify the hundreds of candles. Claire’s also the first one there, and it’s nice to let her eyes adjust.
She’s aged super well. Phenomenally well in a way that looks like she stepped out half way through their shared memories.
After sunset, the door bell rings. Claire invites them in and the front door opens. Half a dozen, equally phenomenal looking women appear through the door like a music video.
Christine immediately feels completely out of place, but the first thing they all do is say they can’t talk to her until she is also in pajamas.
She sure as hell is not going to go home and think about her dead tortoise. She changes into the cutest she brought, and none of them shut up about it for like 2 minutes and she feels incredibly welcomed.
They decide to watch a movie first and it’s like, near Halloween so they decide to watch a movie while sharing blankets. One of the girls decides to make Hot Chocolate that she sells and makes a lot of money off of.
Another girl produces two bags of all natural chips, that she also sells and makes money off of. Each of the women reveals a different snack item that they have brought, which they also make a lot of money off of, selling on Instagram.
This is worrisome, but not crazy. Then Claire, for some ridiculous reason, mentions how glad she is that none of them have garlic.
Christine immediately starts to panic for some completely unknown reason and excuses herself to the bathroom before the movie starts. Three of them say that is a good idea, and one of them follows her to a bathroom like three hallways away, chatting the whole time, in their cute, silky pajamas.
She goes into the bathroom with Christine and just keeps talking, checking her make up in the mirror. Christine listens for a bit, but doesn’t go to use it. The girl suddenly gets close, looks at her neck and then up to Christine’s eyes, and asks her what kind of night she’s trying to have.
Her canine’s look really big to Christine, and it snaps her out of it. The girls not that close. They are in a room with sinks, and the toilet is past one more door. Christine shakes it off and uses it, replying in kind and sharing a laugh with the girl.
Christine admits she felt awkward for a second when she thought she was trying to be in the room with her, while she pees. The girl laughs, and says, “Only if you invited me in.” And Christine begins to panic again.
She notes that the plunger is made of wood. Hits her knuckle on it, and is assured, it is genuine wood. It calms her down.
She goes out and her and the girl make it back just as they’re about to start the movie. They all get on the couch and the floor, sharing blankets and eating a bounty of free food. Christine saw the beauty in having something that you can nerd out about, and like, make you something.
To like something as simple as chips, and just spending a lot of your time to make sure other people and yourself, can have ones that you think are the best.
She smiles, and cuddles in with Claire. It’s a horror movie. Christine hates horror movies, but one of the other girls cracks a joke she doesn’t hear, and they all laugh. So She laughs and she feels way better.
Claire leans over and uses her shoulder for a pillow. Christine can feel her sniffing her neck and decides it could be a good thing.
Then she looks down and notices the girls below her are doing something on the ground as they watch the movie. It’s a movie called “Mandy”, and there’s a scene where this girl gets put on ridiculous drugs and then stung with a ridiculous wasp and she hallucinates.
The dudes mouth comes in and out of reality as his voice comes at you in an infinite amount of directions. All she does is laugh at him. She knows what reality is.
And Christine can’t look away. It’s as if everything else went away and his voice was it. Then she realized the girls around her were saying the lines with him and she sits up a bit, tenses up, and the girls voices stop.
She looks at the movie and is like, “Holy shit, that is an amazing effect. I have not had a movie do that to me, in so long. I just got sucked right in, and it’s this just, what is happening?”
“Oh he’s trying to recruit her to a cult, and he uses drugs and pain to make her believe him. However, she’s been through stuff and been with a really awesome dude, and just, cackles at him.”
A different girl cuts in, “Yeah. She has this fulfilling life that she created with another person, so when confronted with this kind of… psychic attack, she is impervious. She’s made her heaven on earth already.”
Another girl follows up, “Also we see her do a significant amount of drugs before this. And she lives in harsh conditions, where she has to walk to everything. If she wants yogurt, it takes hours.”
Christine nods, “I will take uber eats and a cool movie.”
The girls all nod in agreement and continue to watch the movie. Clair leans over, and Christine adjusts so that it’s more comfortable for both of them.
Claire puts her hand on Christine’s thigh. She tenses up, lets out a breath, and relaxes back into it.
The movie is weird. Nicholas Cage just goes on a murder spree of all these weirdos cause they are in the way of the man who killed his wife.
One of the girls needs a break so they pause it, turn on the lights and stretch. Claire asks if Christine will go to the bathroom with her and she agrees. Christine checks her butt a bit too blatantly, but no one notices.
Claire points out stuff she’s proud of around the house and Christine enjoys it. They get to the bathroom with the sinks in a sperate room. Claire shows her a few of her different moisturizers, explains her routine. Christine takes it in, then Claire shows her a tortoise shell make up bag.
She begins to sniffle. Claire is surprised and takes a moment to transition the state she’s in, but after she shakes off the surprise she immediately hugs her, and asks if she wants to be hugged. Christine nods and cries harder. She loved that tortoise. It lived for about 30 years. She had had it since she was a 4.
She had fed it so many flowers. She would pick them on her trips and bring them so her tortoise could experience all the cuisines of the world that her Mom could provide. She called her it’s Mom.
She had come back from Morocco a few weeks ago with a guy she just broke up with because he didn’t think she could handle the kind of life he wanted to live.
Claire asks what that means.
Christine explains that he wanted to move into a van and drive around the country and she wanted a yard for her tortoise, so he thought she couldn’t handle that kind of life. Also she didn’t make enough money or have a remote job. She could have, but she was too in love with her local MMA, LARPING and Cryptozoology Explorers club.
Claire laughs, like a maniacal, weird laugh. Then calms down and apologizes profusely. She just, was really anxious about wanting to look cool and realizes now that Christine is a huge dork.
Christine is terrified.
Claire squeezes her hard, “A perfect little dork. I’m so glad you texted me. Thank you coming over. Do you want to stay and talk? They’ll understand, I’ll text them.”
Christine has to take in this level of consideration. Shakes off the bad vibes and smiles. Nods. “I would love to go back and finish this movie about a damn good man with you all. He has to get these bastards for how beautiful and amazing his wife was.”
“Is.”
Christine tilts her head at the slightly shorter woman in her arms.
“Well, when you’re talking about a story, it’s always in the present tense, or at least, contextually to when you’re talking about that part.”
“Uhhuh.”
“So, in that case, she is beautiful. She is an amazing wife. We’ll always good times they shared too, not just the bad parts.”
And Christine leans forward unexpectedly. Claire does too a little bit. Then Claire gets nervous and says, “HA! You’re a fucking dork too.”
Claire pushes her away playfully. “I wouldn’t say that word, but, yeah, kind of. I mean…” She steps forward and takes Christine’s hands, Christine lets them rest in Claire’s. She looks right up into Claire’s eyes. They hold the eye contact, except for a small moment that Christine glances at Claire’s lips. She quickly glance back as Claire returns her gaze from looking at Christine’s lips.
“We are watching, fucking,” she says slowly, blinking her eyes slowly, ““Mandy”, for hell’s sake.” Then walks back to the movie room. Christine smirks, pulls at her outfit to make it… “funner”, and rejoins them.
As she enters the room, her cute turtle themed socks get wet. It’s really hard to see in the candle light, so she reaches down to feel a thick, warm liquid.
“Uhhh guys, there’s, something on the floor. It smells like… copper?”
Subtext
As Christine rushes to the bathroom to see what liquid is on her hands, Claire runs over and apologies about spilt pomegranate, tomato juice. She mentions how Bethany, one of the other girls, brought this pro-biotic, creatine mix that she sells and it adds this like, ginger, lime tang to it. It’s a tiktok thing.
Christine gets to the light of the rest room and it’s abashedly, thick red liquid on her hand. She looks down at her sock.
“CLAIRE!”
Claire jumps.
“I AM SO SORRY!!!” Christine starts to cry. There is a trail of red foot prints from her socks to directly under her feet. She now realizes it’s a light sea foam turquoise rug that and her foot prints are now a deep purple pattern the whole way back.
“Christine! It’s fine!” Clair says, a bit harshly.
Christine stops her self, still sniffling.
Claire pulls her to the bathroom, “Let’s just clean you up and get new socks on you. It’s ok. No body warned you. No bodies mad.”
Christine sniffles up slower, “Oh. Okay.”
Claire takes a deep breath and looks to her friend, “Hey, sorry. I’m still just upset about the juice. It’s fine. Let’s wash you up.”
She takes Christine over to her twin sinks and starts scrubbing her hands. The red juice takes some getting out. Claire looks at her, “I have the perfect lotion for you after this. This soap can be kind of harsh.”
Christine smirks, Claire cares.
Christine pipes up as Claire focuses in on rubbing out and massaging Clairs hands with an especially slippery soap.
“Sooo uh, is there a Mr. Claire or… something?”
Claire smiles, “Not one who would mind you sleeping over.”
“Oh so he’s, gonna come over.”
“Not for a few weeks. He just left. Your text was pretty, serendipitous honestly.”
“Oh. Lucky me.”
Claire smiles and slows down on Christine’s hands. She glances back, as she rinses them. “Lotion?”
Bethany walks in. “Christine are you okay? Is it coming off? It is such a bitch to get out sometimes.”
Claire adjusts awkwardly to hide the intimacy of previous moment.
Bethany presents a glass filled with ruby red liquid.
“Here is mine.” She tilts the cup towards Christine and it’s already at the very edge of the rim of the glass. It’s bulging over. Christine’s eyes go huge and she dives forward to catch it in her mouth.
She’s immediately drinking a ton and it just, it really tastes like…
“It’s got a weird kind of bloody taste because of the creatine, and it doesn’t have sugar, but I think the tomato and pomegranate go really well together. Like it?” Bethany says as she tilts the glass up higher. Christine tries to lean her head back enough to take it, but a bit dribbles on her shirt.
She tries to say something but the glass keeps going up and she tilts her head to take it all. Bethany giggles. “Oh my god! You love it! I’m get you some free cases. They last forever so I, OVERSTOCKED! Haha! Well, anyways… oh, your shirt.”
What had felt like dribbles was drops. Bethany reaches over and slides her finger up Christine’s top, right over her nipple, and Christine audibly moans.
Bethany smiles, “Okay.” and walks away, tasting the finger she used. Christine smiled like an idiot and looked back down to the incredibly beautiful woman massaging her hands.
She thought about the turtle for a moment. Claire noticed and decided to finish Christine’s spa day with a dry pat of her hands. Christine flexed her hands and looked at how young and nice her hands looked. Like, a whole new set of hands almost. Even the little hairs had become fainter and her nails seemed, longer and healthy. Not nail bitten at all.
Christine tilts her head, “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Claire says all satisfied. She does a silly, grindy dance with her hands over her head. “I got the best shit yo.” She laughs and spins to leave.
Christine licks her lips, and takes a moment to come down. Through a stoic smile, she says out loud, “That really really tasted like blood.”
Day’s Ain’t Over
Christine settles in to the couch after being guided there by Claire. The girls giggle as Nicholas Cage, covered in blood fights a guy in a gimp suit as one of them yells, “You ripped my shirt.”
Christine wants to join in with the absurdity, but it’s done. That was far too weird. Her insides also felt weird. Not bad, but heat was pooling in her belly and her body was warming up. Overwhelmed and confused, she was ready to leave, so she started to get up.
“Hey, I’m sorry, but I am going through too much right now for this.”
And Claire grabs her, and prevents her from leaving.
“Okay. Now, I would really like…” And she couldn’t not think about the wooden handle in the bathroom.
“I need to go to the bathroom again. I am sorry.”
Claire lets her go and the entire group watches her in sync. Christine hops over the unknown fluid on the ground she can’t really see and makes her way down the hallway. She passes three separate doors to get back there.
Christine sits on the toilet and looks over the hard wooden handle of the toilet scrubber. There’s a crack in it, it’d be easier to break into a point. How ready she is to defend her self?
It dawns on her how crazy that thought is. She shakes it off. That would be something a crazy person would do.
After a few breaths, she calms down. However, she still affirms that she wants to leave. She shakes off the last few seconds and walks out to finds her things that have been stashed in the bathroom. She starts to undress.
Claire catches her naked, and she gets dressed faster. Claire moves to stop her. Christine shoots her a look and she steps back and turns around.
As she gets on her panties, Christine affirms, “I’m sorry, but I’m just not in the right place to watch “Mandy” in the dark with candles. You all are great but I want to be alone.”
“Okay, yes. Or,” Claire puts her hands out welcoming, Christine stops and shamefully looks up Claire, “we can stop doing that and we can do something else. We’ve switched up the vibe out there. You get changed, and if you’re ok with it when you get out there, you can stay or go, okay?”
Christine relaxes, and immediately feels ridiculous. Claire offers a hug and Christine accepts it. Claire’s silky top feels like staying in bed against her top.
Christine finishes getting changed into frumpy sweats and baggy “King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard” shit. She plashes her face with warm water and catches sight of the immense skin care arsenal Claire has.
She looks over it, her fingers gliding over the expensive bottles. She takes a whiff of a “Platinum MK Ultra” cream and it must be what a Queen smelled like. Christine glances down the hallway and in the distance she can see that they’ve turned on the house lights. She can hear a soft lofi beat.
“There is no rush! Try all her stuff!” One of the girls shouts down, a parade of giggles follows.
Christine smirks, and takes her time enjoying Claire’s bounty.
Christine goes out and it’s a whole new house almost in the normal lighting. It’s all cream colors except some warm colored art and tons of plants. To her surprise, the carpets are perfectly clean.
Bethany and the other girls all got changed into similar outfits. Christine smiles. They’re sharing all their snacks and talking, all they’re missing now is Claire.
The girls have laid out pillows in a circle and make conversation. The TV plays a lofi station that’s got a kind of crackly fire in a fantastical basin with runes and stuff. It looked like something out of “Thor” so Christine was down with it.
“Hey, so I never got your name.” One of the girls across from her says. “My name is Juliet, and does everyone else want to introduce themselves?”
“Yes! Yes, so I am Bessi, with an “I” and I provided the avacado oil, low sodium chips. Find them on my insta. I’m really excited to be here tonight. I needed to get out of the apartment, really bad.”
Some of the girls do a little hand thing and Christine digs it. She looks around so she can copy what they’re doing.
Then it’s Bethany’s turn. She starts with, “Christine, I am sorry I force fed you my stupid tomato pomegranate juice. I think I was also a bit overwhelemed with everything and you just looked so cute being all pampered by Claire. I don’t know, I guess it just felt right in the moment.”
“On a different day that might have been really nice, I’m just having a really off day.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nope.”
“Okie! So anyways, I brought the fresh sourdough bread with rosemary butter. I’ma go get it from the oven.”
Christine pipes up again, the idea of warm bread filling her with determination, “Actually, my tortoise died today and-”
Then they all heard the shattering of glass upstairs.
One of the room’s upstairs
“A window!” one of them shouts as they all move to clump around Christine. Hands are all over her and the warmth of their bodies is more apartment then the sound of broken glass.
Claire was missing. Duh, it was Claire. Whatever it was, was probably normal. Why were they all, groping her? Was someone? Yes, there was a hand under the band shirt. Whose? No idea. Unwelcome? No really. The rollercoaster of a night had made her yearn to just go with it. She put her hands out into the group and somehow found skin. Whose? No real idea.
“We gotta go check it out.” Bessi said.
“I don’t want to be left down here!” Kristi, whose name Christine picked up on from conversations, replied.
“We’ll go together, right Christine?” Bethany called her out for seemingly no reason.
“UHhh, yes. Yeah. Sure, let’s uhm…” Christine starts to stand up and they all get up with her, still holding each other in the clump of bodies.
They moved as one unit up the stairs. If it weren’t for a distant light, the whole second floor would be dark.
“Claire?” Staci, Christine also was able to figure this out, called out. “Claire-Bear” she followed up. Someone pinches her but and she yelp.
Kristi teases her, “Don’t with the sappy rhymes.”
“What, should I jump straight to slut?”
Christine can’t help but move with the group but that made her pull back. The dynamics of this group continued to surprise her. Usually girls calling each other slut would ick her out, but again, ever since she drank that stuff she’s just felt weirdly comfortable and… yearning. The only word she could find for it was yearning.
The clump of women gets to the dark area at the top of the stairs. Down yet another long hall, at the end, is a red room with light bleeding out the lightly open frame.
“God, fucking damn it, shit” Claire says quietly.
The girls all exchange looks, then tip toe down, loosening the clump as they get closer. Christine peels away to open the door. Claire is on her hands and knees, her incredibly short shorts not covering her at all.
Christine accidentally takes in a moment of labial display before remembering her manners. The second she looks away, she realizes the bright red room she is in is an arsenal of carnal activity that one would see online and assume it was created to be an ad.
The walls are adorned in dildos, restraints, bars, and just toys. She couldn’t name them all, but was shocked by how many had two ends to them. Also, they all seemed girthy and veiny? Why were there so many colors and shapes? Whether it was the light bouncing off the ruby red walls, or just her natural blush, Christine was now a tomato.
The other girls file in behind and take no notice to the scene, they just crawl up to help Claire.
Shards, chunks, spears of glass liter the floor and Claire is frantically trying to sweep it up with a tiny duster. They check on her and she affirms she is ok. Bessi goes to get a better broom. Kristi goes to get sanitation wipes. They all file out with various “best way to clean glass” techniques except Christine.
At her bare toes is a sparkling glass gem stone that extends to a broken stem. She picks it up out of curiosity and looks it over. Claire appears next to her, puts a hand on her lower back and takes the gem stone.
“Ah! You found the flare.”
“The flare?”
“You know, the part that lets you like,” Claire makes a masterful circular motion with the glass gem stone. She deflates and looks at the impressive sized pile of broken glass she’s put together. Christine steps away from Claire politely, but as she puts her weight down on her back foot, a pyramid of glass pierces her foot.
She pulls up, yelping, and hoping away from it. Claire grabs her, “Oh you poor thing, hold on, hold on.” and Claire lowers her to sitting on a ridiculously comfortable leather chair with an empty space in the middle.
“Here, let me take care of you.” Claire says. “You sit there, you can be queen for a bit.”
Christine finds it odd, but she is purely along for the ride at this point. She giving herself the moment to actually try and take in the space. There’s drawers with who knows what. Various bits of jewerly that goes who knows where. She accepts that this is probably the most out of her depths social situation she has ever been in.
A pinch and relief, the glass is gone. “Thank you Claire, that was really, hey woah now.” Christine says in a build up to a moan. Claire kisses her bloody sole with puckered lips and licks up between her toes.
Christine sees the blood coat her tongue and they make eye contact as Claire sucks on one her toes, before returning to suck and stamp the cut clean with her mouth. Christine is too bewildered to do anything except lightly moan as Claire services her foot.
“Woah, how’d she get so lucky?” Bessi says. All the girls are standing at the entrance holding various cleaning supplies for the glass.
“I… I don’t know… I… uhm…” Christine looks to Claire, whose giving her little kisses along the bottom of her foot.
“Only the queen can let them in.” With her eyes, Claire motions of the chair.
“Oh, I, uh…” She looks back at Claire who closes her eyes and nibbles another toe before giving it a little kiss. Christine looks back at the girls who are watching Claire. One of them bites her lip.
“Yep! Come in! Ok!” Christine says standing up and scrunching herself up to be smaller. The girls all file in and within a flash there isn’t a single sparkling grain of glass left.
They all leave except Christine who stands there, just praying someone will tell her how she’s supposed to act in this situation.
Claire notices before she’s left the room. She steps back and hands here the glass gem stone. “For your scrap book.” Then kisses her. Christine kisses back and arches herself in need, her hands unsure what to do. Claire grabs her by the ass and pushes her leg between Christine’s.
She breaks it off, then, with a wink, says, “Come on, don’t make it weird.” Then takes her by the hand.
Christine’s mind rushed. She had fantasies like this, sure. She had watched videos like this, sure. If she were rich, she would have spent a ton of money to experience almost this exact scenario. However, something gnawed at her. She was too excited. There was too much happening. Her body was on fire in a way that seemed alien. If she brought her legs together in the right way as she walked, it sent lightning through her spine.
Her mind was foggier than she’d like. Her arms felt looser then they should. The gushes of excitement that leapt through her did not match where her mind was at. And holy shit Claire’s ass is phenomenal. Christine’s head tilted as Claire’s globular ass bounced in exaggerated rhythm to her steps.
She honed in on that, wanting to go where her body was trying to take her.
Fuck the tortoise. Fuck the wooden toilet bowl cleaner handle that she could absolutely turn into a stabby thing. She was going to enjoy whatever these totally normal girls gave her this night. This was a thing that happened to people and she was going to enjoy it!
What she hadn’t noticed consciously was the ritual circle she had sat under, and above in the Queen’s chair. She hadn’t noticed the incantations that the girls were saying under their breath as Claire drank her blood. She didn’t notice Claire’s unearthly long tongue either.
Yet.
She did notice her boobs felt weirdly big though. She picked one up with her free hand, not realizing Claire guided her past the living room and down the hall. The start walking down stairs and the new bounce and heft gets Christine to huff.
The lounge in the basement, with deep green wall paper and various romantically inviting couches held the girls who sat in a new circle, on ornate pillows.
Kristi loudly proclaimed, “It’s getting way too hot. I’m taking off my top.” Christine decided if her chest was actually weirdly large, this was the perfect night for it.
Trust your body
Within moments, all 7 of the other women were shirtless and treating this as casual. Except for Bessi and Kristi who were playing with each others bodies and lamenting how fantastic the other’s boobs were, and they were fantastic. All of the women’s were.
Christine sat in amazement, tucking her knees into her over sized “King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard” shirt, just gawked. Reddit was a false place, she knew that. Yet here she was with ample proof that you really can just have a group of impossibly hot women, tits out, and just hanging out.
Except of course, Bessi and Kristi. Kristi had started making circles over Bessi’s nipples and Bessi made her enjoyment loudly apparent.
Christine felt her body respond to the display and squirmed her thighs together to ease the surge. Claire leaned over and put an arm around her, looking up into her eyes with a smile. Christine could feel Claire’s nipple through her shirt. Her whole body glowed with an awareness and surge of yearning that was like the last bite of melted brie, honey and rosemary on fresh sour dough that you had to split 10 ways so you got like two bites. That times a million.
Christine gulped.
“You don’t need to join in, we can be a lot. I know” Claire said. Christine looked down her shirt for reprieve from the ecstasy around her and immediately tilted her head. She had loved her breasts, though “a bit pancakey and in need of support” was how she would have described them. These were not her tits, these were top posts on a subreddit tits.
Claire sensed the shift and “ssshhhhhhhhh”ed before kissing her ear so gently that she heard it way more than she felt it.
Christine looked to her old high school friend that she could have possibly had a crush on at the time, and kissed her, moaning as she did. Claire giggled at her through the kiss and the bars were off.
Claire looked at a circular mirror above them with a elaborate octogram etched into it. The rest of the girls, now in two threesomes, looked up in the mirror at her and they all shared a smile, as in, they all smiled the same smile and for a moment, you couldn’t have told them apartment aside from their tattoos, freckles, and variations on picturesque figures.
Christine kissed Claire’s neck and felt her up. Claire returned the lust. The moans around them became a heightening cacophony. One of the girls would do something silly and the other would giggle, and the rest would look at them to see what was so funny. They were all so into their specific partner but immediately in tune with the whole.
For all intents and purposes, Christine was no more. There wasn’t a world outside of this, she was 100% in the moment.
Then Claire passed her over to Bethany whose lips seemed more pucked and soft than before, and those pillows hit like licking a 9 volt on Christine. She began to remove her top and the rest of the girls giggled.
“No.” Claire said, as three of the other girls kissed and touched her body in reverence. “Keep it. It is not time to shed your self.”
And Christine thought, that was a weird thing to say, a flicker of the bathroom leapt across her mind.
Bethany did her best to give her an apology she would never forget. She pulled up her pants enough to gain access, and then used to fabric like a harness across her thighs to control her. Christine gasped, though Bethany never graced her lips, only the area around them.
If ever you were to have a first lesbian experience, and you grew up with unrestrained access to the internet, this would have been everything. Knowing what lived in the room up stairs, this could have been her everything until her pussy no longer worked, which did not make sense but was the only humorous thought Christine could muster as she tried desperately to be as attractive as the rest of the women seemed to be.
This unfortunately kept her from relaxing enough to peak, but the ride was the best she had ever been on and so the thought that there was no drop did not phase her. She didn’t need it, not yet. She did still “need” however.
There was no other way to describe it, she just… Ohp and Bethany stuck a finger in her butt. Easily. Christine peaks from behind her half drawn pants and raises and eyebrow as the intrusion which she would have rebuked suddenly felt pretty great.
A flash of being made to drink the red liquid flashed through her, but then Bethany moved her fingers and Christine melted. Bethany giggled and leaned down to kiss her thighs, “I was circling it for ages and you just kept wiggling. It seemed like such a needy thing.”
Her head lulled back, and she gave a deep breath out, trying the things that normally worked to relax her. To get her there. She really ought to have felt some build up. She just couldn’t. Climax seemed far too far. A pair of warm, soft hands appeared before her and then gripped her chest, and the worries of inability to relax faded.
So long as she was held in escalation, Christine was entirely present in the lustful moment, but at each reprieve, each pause or adjustment. Each time she was passed to someone new who, also, for some reason, would not enjoy her delightfully soaked flower, but did enjoy her starfish and melons, there was a moment of sharp fear.
It had to be the vulnerability. It had to be all this newness and the oddity of it all. This wasn’t normal. It was stinking hot, and she would tell her kids about it, appropriateness behoove all things, but why was she there? She didn’t even remember all their names.
Perhaps sometimes, she decided as she was handed back to Claire who helped her onto a large black leather couch, you get to know a person’s taste before you know their name. That was as good an introduction as any.
Christine started to look up for no reason in particular but Claire grabbed her chin. She kissed her deeply and her tongue was hot, and heavy, filling Christine’s mouth in a way that submitted Christine so deeply she didn’t close her mouth as Claire moved down, hidden behind her still half drawn sweats. No one would let her take them off, nor her top which rested atop her new, swollen, perky, heavy breasts.
Her nails dug into the black leather so hard she scratched chunks of it when Claire’s lips graced Christine’s sex. Her earnest deep moans made all the girls giggle. They were all watching Claire go down on her. She met all their eyes and they smiled warmly.
Christine did not know how to hold her face for the audience, but when Claire’s tongue entered her, she couldn’t have even blinked on command. The tongue pumped in and out of her and her breath turned to the tiniest of in’s and outs. She tried to stare through her pants as lewd sounds came from between her legs.
Bethany and Bessi crawled up beside her and grabbed her hands. They guided her through deep breathing and played with her chest gently as Claire did… fucking something to her. It had to have been a toy or Christine had no idea how she had felt so full and heavy inside.
Her nails dug into the girls and they smiled and called her a good girl. Such a good slut for them. Again, it just hit Christine as odd but she gyrated her hips all the same as each little inch of her was explored.
Bethany had her close her eyes and whispered, “Enjoy this, you only get to experience it once.”
Christine obeyed, but was suddenly sad. “Why only once? Am I your new… bottom slut?”
From between her legs she heard, ““Onsh you cum, you’ll no wonger be you… onsh you cum, you’ll be one of ush, forevah…”
Christine giggled, “Huh?” Then moaning as gnawed at her neck
“I sayd, onsh you cum, you’ll no wonger be you… onsh you cum, you’ll be one of ush, forevah!”
She giggled again, “I guess this could turn me.” Bethany laughed. Christine looked to her with a smile, and noticed on the top of her chest, one of her freckles looked oddly turtle shaped. Then Christine remembered the drink incident. She remembered the site of her tortoise on top of the trash as she bagged it up.
She remembered the thud it made when she laid it down in the trash can her apartment had her use. She remember the stash of hay and food she still hadn’t cleaned up. Gregory, her tortoise, exploded in her mind.
As if sensing the oncoming clarity, Bethany stuck three fingers in Christine’s mouth and Bessi began to suck on one of her nipples.
This wasn’t right. She couldn’t fight it. She wasn’t going to finish, she didn’t want to. Her fucking tortoise just died.
Wishing for a way out of the avalanche of sensations that were becoming more annoying and gross in each moment, she finally looks up and sees the mirror. Between her legs, is a “Jessica Rabbit” hourglass shaped, purple scaled lizard woman with ridges down her spine that meld into a thin tail that is expertly massaging the pussy of one of the on lookers.
Christine gawks, all the women have shades of pink, blue, or purple to them. Clear layers of scales cascade down their necks, over their shoulders, down their backs. None is as large or beautifully colored as the iridescent shining being between her legs, but they were exceptional to look at.
Juliet notices her and looks up with her smile. Juliet mouths, “cum.” The other girls notice Juliet and look up to find Christine’s eyes. They all stare in her eyes and begin chanting together silently, “cum. cum. cum. cum” Christine was as far as humanly possible from that.
She left the sensations control her face and started to move herself closer to Lizard Demon Chick whatever the fuck Claire was. As she did, she saw one of Claire’s rocky, scaled purple hands clasp her inner thigh. The other supported Claire on the ground.
Christine’s only thought now was, “Get to the toilet cleaner with the wooden handle”. It had felt like a body.
Moans erupt from her hips and the girls smile. It was working in their eyes. Christine swiveled her hips, inviting Claire’s intrusion deeper. She could feel the aggressive breaths from Claire’s nose warm her lightly shaved mound.
One heel slide behind Claire’s head and she could finally see the eyes of the beast Claire had revealed herself to be. Dazzling sparks of pinks and yellow swirled around obsidian pupils. Claire smiled at her, and Christine just let herself moan.
Claire grips Christine’s thighs tight, and she pauses. The dam was cracking. Her foot inches from finding a lock inside the pit of her knee, she began to twitch as nerves charged in place.
The sparkles danced in Claire’s eyes as the women around her began to hum and chant a soothing mantra of pleasure that invaded Christine’s will. Warmth spread up her belly and the performance of pleasure gave way back to authentic enjoyment. She wanted it. She needed it. She yearned that deeply satisfying yearn. Her eyes could sparkle too, she knew.
Could. She could. In this moment, she could let it happen and join these women in whatever circle they were. The avalanche that had pushed through the weirdness and reinforced betrayal still felt alien, but it was winning.
Claire smirked and huffed, she had won. And that look of victory gave Christine the last push she needed.
She shoots her hips forward, grabbing Claire’s arm at the same time to pull her into a triangle choke. Claire’s admittedly still insanely attractive face was suddenly at her belly button. Her tongue hung out and began to slide out of Christine in an immensely unpleasant sensation.
Christine screams as Claire tries to figure out what’s happening, and punches her in the nose. Again, and again.
Bessi falls back, baffled. Bethany tries to hold back Christine, but catches an elbow in the face. Christine thinks of the shell of a tortoise, and just keeps punching. Green blood drips from Claire’s face, but rage takes over and she stands up easily, lifting Christine right into the ceiling mirror.
It shatters over Christine. Shards of glass fall down and slice up the colorful lizard demon women. It should be noted, they are some how more attractive in this state. Their nipples and labia are deep, candy shades of their scale color. The outer scales are darker, and lighten up towards the middle to create the effect of impossible shaped hourglasses. The outer darker areas compliment this with jiggly heft, juxtaposed on rocky, rigid shoulders, elbows, knees, and hip bones.
And god. Their scent was enough to produce significant fluids in any one.
In another era, they might have been succubus, but in this era, they were some dumb bitches about to meet the wraith of a woman who just wanted reprieve from the death of her tortoise.
Christine flies into the wall right next to the stairs and is on her feet in a flash. She sprints up not looking back.
Behind her, the 6 “Scalettes” and “Iridescence” (Claire) chase after. Iridescence stands at the bottom and points to Christine.
“Don’t let her escape! She’s going for the…” and deflates as Christine hard turns right to the bathroom. “This dumb bitch is going to the toilet. GET HER! If she cums she’s ours!”
The Scalettes hiss affirmatively as they follow her orders. Though they moved with a ballerina’s grace, arching backs and extended, muscularly toned scaled thighs, the stairs thundered with the heavy plod of their hard scaled feet. Their solid cores that held their irresistible accoutrements held firm with a trees tenacity through the movement.
Their pale jiggly parts now harshly juxtaposed by an outer silhouette of hard scales that poke into rocky ridges at her bone protrusions. Deep but brightly rock candy colored intimates are nearly as captivating as their sparkling eyes. Though their kind has had to evolve with the changing expectations of novelty, they have kept an appearance that transcends their welcoming nature, even to the most desensitized and expectant prey.
Christine’s reflection slows her sprint. She notices her body for the first time in a long time, as if she were a whole different person. Her brief glimpse before falling into the restroom of how full and sultry her form had become.
A sickening bomb hits her stomach. They’ve already changed her.
The realization is fleeting as she falls into the back wall of the bathroom and locks the door. She grabs the toilet bowl cleaning brush and holds it like a bat, a flick of water hits her ear and she pulls back. Outside, heavy foot steps dissolve into giggles.
“Somebody should get the restraints.” One girl hissed with an ASMR level rasp to her voice.
“Mommy doesn’t need that. Mommy always makes her sluts cum.” The girls giggle.
Christine scoffs, they sound so dumb. She readies her weapon like she’s about to hit a grand slam and knows it.
DMF, DMF, DMF, DMF. The plod of Iridescence’s foot brings a wet blanket of dread over her. Loud dumb things always had something protecting them.
“You who have drunken of my blood, and who I have drunken of in return, do not fear the next stage of your life. Embrace us as I will embrace you and ecstasy shall be the remainder of your days.”
The weight of her chest and hum of her widened hips grow into a sharp presence of her mind.
“It is too late. For as long as I live, the beings that now live inside of you merely wait to be activated. The process is indulgent and immense. After months of servitude to us, drinking of us for nourishment and learning of our ways…”
The shadow of a delicate but heavily sharped, massive paw, appears on the frosted glass of Christine’s sanctuary.
Christine smashes it with the handle of the toilet bowl scrubber, showering her with a vague mist of it’s fragrant residue. She wretches.
“Oh you poor thing. There’s no need to fear!” the hand pulls away. “We have our ways to make you immensely wealthy. Just follow our steps and both sides of your life will be endless pleasures. Endless indulgence. With you… well… I wouldn’t want to spoil anything darling but you we’re our most special addition yet.”
“We’ll be complete!” the Bethany Scallette shouts.
Another follows up, “The last one!”
Luminescence shushes them. The weight shifts as she steps back.
“I’ll be waiting in the living room. My sluts with prepare you for transcendence when you are ready. You wouldn’t be the first who enjoyed it the hard way. Or the very, very hard way.”
Christine is barely listening as she tries to overcome the grossness of being splattered. She channels it into anger and slams it against the wall, again, splashing her. This time she does throw up a tiny bit of red juice.
Hey eyes go wide, she turns to the toilet and makes her self throw up the red fluid.
There’s whispering outside. “Wow she’s really nervous.”
“I hope she’s ok.”
“She gonna be.”
“Mommy should have used her ass, she seemed to like it.”
The Scalettes all gabbed about poor Christine who was clearing as much as she could from her system. She clutched herself for comfort, but the unfamiliar firm squish was worse than her bodies rejection system.
She spits out the last and says a prayer, “Dear god, I do not know what lesson I am supposed to take from this. I do not think I was a bad turtle mom. I wasn’t overly destroyed by a man. I do not have chronic issues with pleasure. I know I don’t pray, I know I don’t know what I am supposed to do with all this, but please do not let what their saying be true.”
No clarity was to be found. No response. She sighed and got up.
She wielded the heavy wooden handle as best as she could and kicked the door. She threw herself into the wall, as the door opened inwards. Shaking it off, she grabs the handle and leaps out.