From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
“Ooh!” said Liz, stomping her foot. “That CW gets me so mad!”
Her friend Kayla nodded sympathetically. “Yeah!” she said. “That CW is such a jerk!”
Liz crossed her arms. “I am so going to get him back one of these days!”
Kayla suddenly smiled. “You know,” she said, “I have an idea.”
“Oh?” said Liz.
Kayla nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve got a friend. And she’s got…well, she’s got a certain skill set that could work to our advantage.”
Liz said, “What kind of skill set?”
Kayla smiled. “She’s a succubus.”
Liz’s eyes widened. “A succubus? You know a succubus?!”
“Yep,” said Kayla. “Well, a half-succubus, but that’s almost as good. She can enthrall CW and make him do whatever we want.”
“OH!” said Liz. “Oh, yes! That’s perfect! Let’s do it!”
“Good!” said Kayla. “I’ll call her now. And then we’ll take care of that smug CW tonight.”
“Cool!” said Liz. “Call your friend and we’ll meet at The Zone.”
*****
Liz arrived at The Zone first. She decided to get a drink while she waited.
She was halfway through her drink when she realized someone was standing next to her. Someone with a very sweet, very alluring perfume.
Liz turned to the woman. “Yes?”
The woman had hair the color of fire. She was also one of the most striking creatures Liz had ever seen.
She was dressed provocatively, so provocatively she was practically undressed, but in a way that actually intensified her exotic aura. Her breasts were full, lush, inviting. Perfect cleavage. The woman’s every move was an invitation to touch, to kiss, to embrace. She was caged heat.
Liz realized she was staring. “Oh!” she said. “I’m sorry. Can I, um, can I help you…?”
The woman moved a step closer, now in Liz’s personal space. “Help me?” she purred, her cinnamon breath warm and light on Liz’s cheek. “I think you could.”
Liz felt herself growing wet, impossibly wet as the woman leaned into her, felt the weight of the woman’s breasts against her own. Liz whimpered as the woman licked her behind her ear, then shuddered as the woman nibbled her neck.
The woman’s fingers slid under Liz’s top as she sucked lightly on Liz’s neck, her hand trailing over Liz’s belly. Liz’s hips wriggled, unconsciously responding to the heat projected by the woman.
The woman shifted slightly, brushed her thick, sensuous lips over Liz’s. Liz melted against the woman, moaning helplessly as she came, unable to stop the wave of heat and need coursing through her, unable to stop her body’s reaction to this creature of hunger and intensity.
Then Liz heard Kayla’s voice.
“Hi, Liz,” said Kayla. “I see you’ve already met Vell.”
Liz suddenly gasped and stepped back from the exotic woman. She felt her cheeks warm and she knew she was blushing.
Vell pouted. “Aww, Kayla,” she said. “You should have waited a little longer. One more minute and I’d have had the little cutie naked and on her knees.”
Liz closed her eyes and tried to ignore Vell’s delightful scent. “No you wouldn’t have,” she said, trying to sound confident.
Vell laughed. “Care to put that to the test, cutie? You’d look adorable with my brand on you. If you did good, maybe I’d even put it someplace where almost no one could see it.”
Liz blinked. “Your brand?”
Vell gave a smile, her lush lips making it a promise of heat and pleasure. “Mmm-hmmm,” she said. “My mark.”
Kayla said, “Vell likes to mark her conquests with a brand, okay? Let’s just leave it at that.”
The half-succubus gave a rich laugh. “Still embarrassed, cutie? Oh, c’mon. Show her your hip.”
Kayla’s cheeks were bright red. “Moving on!” she said. “Let’s remember what we’re here for.”
Vell gave a surprisingly girly giggle. “Sure,” she said. “No problem. So where’s this jerk you want me to take care of?”
Although she was having a hard time ignoring Vell’s sensuous presence, she realized that the half-succubus was just the ticket to get some revenge on CW. This was going to be fun.
“He’s in one of the Edge bars,” said Liz. “The Cantina.”
Vell nodded. “The sci-fi bar?” she said. “Cool. Even if he’s not there, I can have fun. Geeks are soooooo easy. Lead on.”
*****
They made their way into the Edge, that section outside the Main Street bar where one had to be a little more careful. One did not traverse the back hallways and passages of The Zone alone.
Liz, Kayla and Vell continued until they finally found their way to the bar called The Cantina. The entrance was designed so that it resembled the Nostromo’s airlock from the movie Alien.
“They do love their science fiction,” said Liz.
Kayla laughed. “This is nothing,” she said. “You should see the bar called The Prancing Pony, after the tavern in The Lord of the Rings. The fantasy geeks take their settings even more serious than these guys.”
The three women stepped to the side as four guys dressed in full stormtrooper outfits walked past them into the bar.
Liz looked at Kayla. “Even more?”
Kayla sighed. “We’ll call it a tie.”
Liz giggled, then said, “C’mon. Let’s go get him.”
They filed into The Cantina and looked around. The sci-fi motif was evident everywhere, from the pictures and décor to the singer dressed as Diva Plavalaguna from The Fifth Element trilling for the patrons. Buzzes and beeps sounded across the room and servers dressed as androids served drinks.
“Do you see him?” asked Kayla.
Liz looked around, then pointed. “Yeah. See the guy in the dark hooded cloak?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s him.”
Kayla turned to Liz. “Are you sure? I mean, the guy’s in a hood…”
Liz blushed. “He’s put enough babies in my belly for me to know. Trust me. That’s him.”
Kayla looked at Vell. “You’re on.”
Vell ran her tongue across her upper lip. “I’m looking forward to this. I’ll go catch our prey, enthrall him, and then you two get to play with him.”
“He’s moving toward the bathrooms now,” said Kayla.
“Perfect,” purred Vell, already in motion. “Wait here. Have a drink. We’ll be back shortly.”
“Wow,” said Liz. “She’s not one to waste time, is she?”
“She loves her work,” said Kayla.
“I can see that,” said Liz. “Did she really brand you?”
Kayla blushed. “I got off lucky,” she said. “She almost collared me.”
“Almost collared you?!”
Kayla nodded, her cheeks red. “Yeah,” she said. “You really don’t want to end up a collared playtoy for a half-succubus, unless you like being the helpless oral or anal entertainment at her house parties.”
“Oh,” said Liz, her eyes wide. “I see.”
They sipped their beverages in silence for a few minutes. When Vell still hadn’t re-appeared, they ordered new drinks.
After a while, Kayla finally said, “It’s been over an hour. I wouldn’t think Vell would need that long to enthrall someone, even CW. Let’s go check on her.”
Liz finished her drink and set the glass on the table. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s do it.”
They made their way to the area set aside for the bathrooms. There was a large room with mirrors meant for everybody’s use, with doors specifying gender for the individual restrooms.
It didn’t take long to see what had delayed Vell’s return.
CW was standing against the far wall, his hands on his hips. The exotic half-succubus Vell was on her knees, her lips wrapped firmly around CW’s cock, her mouth working his cock without pause. Her fiery red hair bobbed as her tightly-wrapped lips slid back-and-forth, from head to base, again and again. Then CW slid a hand into the succubus’s hair and clenched, holding her head in place, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock.
Liz blushed. She knew what was happening. She’d been there many time. CW was coming in Vell’s mouth.
Vell moaned around his dick as she helplessly swallowed the voluminous flow of semen exploding into her throat. Liz knew his cock was pulsing as it released his thick, sticky sperm. Even from a distance, Liz and Kayla could hear gulping sounds as Vell swallowed the flood, desperately trying to keep up with the impossibly heavy flow before it flooded her mouth and dripped down her chin.
After an endless minute, CW smiled and patted Vell’s head. Then he pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet slurp and tucked himself back into his pants.
Vell hiccupped and sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth, trying to catch her breath. Then she struggled to her feet and turned, walking toward Liz and Kayla with a curious waddle.
It took Liz and Kayla a few moments to identify the cause. Then their eyes widened.
Vell glared at Kayla. “You didn’t tell me it was CW!” she said. “CW! He…he hyper-impregnated me! How the hell could you not tell me it was CW?!”
Kayla blinked. “I…I didn’t…I thought...I mean…you can get pregnant…?”
Vell put a hand on her big, swelled belly. “Not by chance, no…but that’s CW! He hyper-impregnated me!” she said. Then she shuddered. “And then he made me swallow about a gallon of cum. Oh, gawd.”
Kayla’s hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide.
Vell continued breathing through her mouth. Her already-lactating breasts were forming wet spots around her nipples. “I’m going home to lay down. I’m pretty sure my digestive system is going to be a mess for the next twenty-four hours. But when I’m recovered,” she said, her thin fingers trailing over Kayla’s throat, “you and I are going to have a chat.”
Vell held Kayla’s gaze for another few moments, leaving no doubt as to what the nature of that talk would be. Then the half-succubus waddled back toward the club interior, struggling to navigate with her now-gravid belly.
Then CW was there.
He was still dressed in the dark hooded cloak, although the hood was drawn back now. He looked down at the two shell-shocked women.
“Hello Liz, Kayla,” he said.
Uh oh.
Liz took a step back. “Look, CW,” she said. “Let’s not over-react, okay? We can talk this over, right?”
CW chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of over-reacting,” he said. “Besides, I think Kayla’s got enough problems of her own waiting for her. Vell has some interesting plans for her, you know.”
Liz shifted nervously. “Soooooo…you’re gonna let us go?”
“Sure.”
Liz’s eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
“Nope,” said CW. “I was just kidding.”
CW murmured some words and made a gesture. At the end of the gesture, Liz and Kayla’s clothes exploded from their bodies.
The two girls squealed in sudden embarrassment, trying futilely to cover their naked bodies. The surrounding geeks cheered.
Liz stomped a bare foot. “Hey!” she said. “Give us back our clothes!”
“Yeah!” said Kayla. “Give ‘em back!”
“Of course,” said CW. He gestured and the tattered remains of Kayla’s clothing suddenly came together into a tight ball.
The ball levitated for a moment, then hit Kayla between her bare breasts. The cloth began shifting, re-knitting itself, working itself over Kayla’s breasts and hips.
“Hey!” said Kayla. “That’s not what I was wearing!”
“Perhaps not,” said CW, “but it’s appropriate attire for this bar. For you, at any rate.”
“A gold bikini?”
“A gold bikini top,” said CW. “And a gold bikini bottom waist belt holding material front and back.”
Kayla blinked. “Wait a minute,” she said. “You’re dressing me up as…”
CW chuckled. “Yes, Kayla. You’re dressed in a Princess Leia slave outfit. Chained collar and all.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Cute.”
“I’m just going to add one touch,” said CW. He murmured again, then gestured toward Kayla.
Kayla felt the magic infuse her, felt it settle inside her. She raised her eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to do?”
CW smiled and said, “Give it a minute.”
And then Kayla began to dance.
Her eyes widened. “Hey!” she said, her bare feet pattering over the floor, her moves sensual, erotic. Her bare belly gyrated, her facial expression smoldered. “C’mon! This is…this is embarrassing…!”
She pranced and twirled, her rounded hips wriggling as the slave girl danced for the delight of the watching audience. Unable to stop herself, she found herself pressing against the various patrons, male and female, her growing heat apparent.
“What…what did you do?” she said, biting her lower lip and shuddering, her heated need becoming more and more obvious.
“An oral compulsion,” said CW. “A little something for the geeks here. Is there any better way to enjoy a visit to The Cantina than to receive a nice blowjob from slave Leia? You’ll be the thing of wet dreams for months to come, Kayla. Enjoy.”
CW smiled as Kayla twirled away, her bare feet pattering to the music, a number of giddy patrons following her.
One arm across her breasts, the other across her hips, Liz said, “Did you really give her an oral compulsion around all those horny geeks?”
“Yep,” said CW. “She’s going to give blowjobs to any number of Captain Kirks, Picards, Mal Reynolds, Han Solos, Luke Skywalkers and Boba Fetts. Even stormtroopers. It should wear off by tomorrow, though. I don’t want to cut into Vell’s time. Professional courtesy, you know?”
Liz stamped a bare foot. “Oh, you are such a jerk!”
CW chuckled. “You’re just saying that because it’s true. And now it’s your turn.”
Liz’s eyes widened. “Don’t you DARE try anything! I’ll…I’ll…I’ll make you…make you…”
CW had gestured again and Liz was suddenly finding it difficult to speak. Her lips were turning thicker, firmer. She was unable to move her lips enough to speak.
Then she realized her tongue was pressing against the bottom of her mouth and she couldn’t move it at all. Her joints were beginning to stiffen. She tried to back away, but she couldn’t get her limbs to obey her. They felt light, too light to respond.
Her fingers cleaved together, her hands open, and her arms opened wide. She felt herself wobble from side-to-side, bobbling momentarily as her thighs parted slightly, her ankles widening. She felt the opening to her pussy firming, her rear entrance tightening.
What the hell was wrong with her? She felt…light. Inflated.
And then Liz’s eyes widened as she felt herself bobble again, felt herself shifted airlessly along the floor following an air current and realized that was exactly the case.
CW had turned her into an inflated sex doll.
Liz tried to argue, protest, anything, but she couldn’t make a sound. All she could do was bobble along like a helium-filled balloon, her openings available for anyone to take advantage of.
CW smiled. “I think you’re going to be a big hit with the geeks.”
A sudden chorus sounded around Liz.
“Browncoats represent!”
“The Force is strong with this one!”
“Beam me up, Scotty!”
“Shiny!”
“Time to make it so!”
“It’s a trap!”
“We’ll do it in less than twelve parsecs!”
“Leeroyyyyyyyyy Jennnkinsss!”
“How do you say ‘nice boobs’ in Klingon?”
CW smiled and said, “You’ll feel everything, of course, but you can’t release. It’ll be a super-long session of edging from multiple horny cocks. You’re going to be a wet, helpless mess afterward, but there’s going to be a lot of happy, satisfied geeks.”
CW stepped forward and gave Liz a poke in her inflated belly, sending her bobbing along to the group of cheering geeks. Then he glanced out into the main common area of The Cantina and noticed Kayla had stopped dancing momentarily and that Kayla’s head was bobbing over the lap of a patron wearing thick glasses and dressed as a Trekkie.
“Hardison was right,” said CW. “It’s the Age of the Geek, baby.”
February 2020
“Ooh!” said Liz, stomping her foot. “That CW gets me so mad!”
Her friend Kayla nodded sympathetically. “Yeah!” she said. “That CW is such a jerk!”
Liz crossed her arms. “I am so going to get him back one of these days!”
Kayla suddenly smiled. “You know,” she said, “I have an idea.”
“Oh?” said Liz.
Kayla nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve got a friend. And she’s got…well, she’s got a certain skill set that could work to our advantage.”
Liz said, “What kind of skill set?”
Kayla smiled. “She’s a succubus.”
Liz’s eyes widened. “A succubus? You know a succubus?!”
“Yep,” said Kayla. “Well, a half-succubus, but that’s almost as good. She can enthrall CW and make him do whatever we want.”
“OH!” said Liz. “Oh, yes! That’s perfect! Let’s do it!”
“Good!” said Kayla. “I’ll call her now. And then we’ll take care of that smug CW tonight.”
“Cool!” said Liz. “Call your friend and we’ll meet at The Zone.”
*****
Liz arrived at The Zone first. She decided to get a drink while she waited.
She was halfway through her drink when she realized someone was standing next to her. Someone with a very sweet, very alluring perfume.
Liz turned to the woman. “Yes?”
The woman had hair the color of fire. She was also one of the most striking creatures Liz had ever seen.
She was dressed provocatively, so provocatively she was practically undressed, but in a way that actually intensified her exotic aura. Her breasts were full, lush, inviting. Perfect cleavage. The woman’s every move was an invitation to touch, to kiss, to embrace. She was caged heat.
Liz realized she was staring. “Oh!” she said. “I’m sorry. Can I, um, can I help you…?”
The woman moved a step closer, now in Liz’s personal space. “Help me?” she purred, her cinnamon breath warm and light on Liz’s cheek. “I think you could.”
Liz felt herself growing wet, impossibly wet as the woman leaned into her, felt the weight of the woman’s breasts against her own. Liz whimpered as the woman licked her behind her ear, then shuddered as the woman nibbled her neck.
The woman’s fingers slid under Liz’s top as she sucked lightly on Liz’s neck, her hand trailing over Liz’s belly. Liz’s hips wriggled, unconsciously responding to the heat projected by the woman.
The woman shifted slightly, brushed her thick, sensuous lips over Liz’s. Liz melted against the woman, moaning helplessly as she came, unable to stop the wave of heat and need coursing through her, unable to stop her body’s reaction to this creature of hunger and intensity.
Then Liz heard Kayla’s voice.
“Hi, Liz,” said Kayla. “I see you’ve already met Vell.”
Liz suddenly gasped and stepped back from the exotic woman. She felt her cheeks warm and she knew she was blushing.
Vell pouted. “Aww, Kayla,” she said. “You should have waited a little longer. One more minute and I’d have had the little cutie naked and on her knees.”
Liz closed her eyes and tried to ignore Vell’s delightful scent. “No you wouldn’t have,” she said, trying to sound confident.
Vell laughed. “Care to put that to the test, cutie? You’d look adorable with my brand on you. If you did good, maybe I’d even put it someplace where almost no one could see it.”
Liz blinked. “Your brand?”
Vell gave a smile, her lush lips making it a promise of heat and pleasure. “Mmm-hmmm,” she said. “My mark.”
Kayla said, “Vell likes to mark her conquests with a brand, okay? Let’s just leave it at that.”
The half-succubus gave a rich laugh. “Still embarrassed, cutie? Oh, c’mon. Show her your hip.”
Kayla’s cheeks were bright red. “Moving on!” she said. “Let’s remember what we’re here for.”
Vell gave a surprisingly girly giggle. “Sure,” she said. “No problem. So where’s this jerk you want me to take care of?”
Although she was having a hard time ignoring Vell’s sensuous presence, she realized that the half-succubus was just the ticket to get some revenge on CW. This was going to be fun.
“He’s in one of the Edge bars,” said Liz. “The Cantina.”
Vell nodded. “The sci-fi bar?” she said. “Cool. Even if he’s not there, I can have fun. Geeks are soooooo easy. Lead on.”
*****
They made their way into the Edge, that section outside the Main Street bar where one had to be a little more careful. One did not traverse the back hallways and passages of The Zone alone.
Liz, Kayla and Vell continued until they finally found their way to the bar called The Cantina. The entrance was designed so that it resembled the Nostromo’s airlock from the movie Alien.
“They do love their science fiction,” said Liz.
Kayla laughed. “This is nothing,” she said. “You should see the bar called The Prancing Pony, after the tavern in The Lord of the Rings. The fantasy geeks take their settings even more serious than these guys.”
The three women stepped to the side as four guys dressed in full stormtrooper outfits walked past them into the bar.
Liz looked at Kayla. “Even more?”
Kayla sighed. “We’ll call it a tie.”
Liz giggled, then said, “C’mon. Let’s go get him.”
They filed into The Cantina and looked around. The sci-fi motif was evident everywhere, from the pictures and décor to the singer dressed as Diva Plavalaguna from The Fifth Element trilling for the patrons. Buzzes and beeps sounded across the room and servers dressed as androids served drinks.
“Do you see him?” asked Kayla.
Liz looked around, then pointed. “Yeah. See the guy in the dark hooded cloak?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s him.”
Kayla turned to Liz. “Are you sure? I mean, the guy’s in a hood…”
Liz blushed. “He’s put enough babies in my belly for me to know. Trust me. That’s him.”
Kayla looked at Vell. “You’re on.”
Vell ran her tongue across her upper lip. “I’m looking forward to this. I’ll go catch our prey, enthrall him, and then you two get to play with him.”
“He’s moving toward the bathrooms now,” said Kayla.
“Perfect,” purred Vell, already in motion. “Wait here. Have a drink. We’ll be back shortly.”
“Wow,” said Liz. “She’s not one to waste time, is she?”
“She loves her work,” said Kayla.
“I can see that,” said Liz. “Did she really brand you?”
Kayla blushed. “I got off lucky,” she said. “She almost collared me.”
“Almost collared you?!”
Kayla nodded, her cheeks red. “Yeah,” she said. “You really don’t want to end up a collared playtoy for a half-succubus, unless you like being the helpless oral or anal entertainment at her house parties.”
“Oh,” said Liz, her eyes wide. “I see.”
They sipped their beverages in silence for a few minutes. When Vell still hadn’t re-appeared, they ordered new drinks.
After a while, Kayla finally said, “It’s been over an hour. I wouldn’t think Vell would need that long to enthrall someone, even CW. Let’s go check on her.”
Liz finished her drink and set the glass on the table. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s do it.”
They made their way to the area set aside for the bathrooms. There was a large room with mirrors meant for everybody’s use, with doors specifying gender for the individual restrooms.
It didn’t take long to see what had delayed Vell’s return.
CW was standing against the far wall, his hands on his hips. The exotic half-succubus Vell was on her knees, her lips wrapped firmly around CW’s cock, her mouth working his cock without pause. Her fiery red hair bobbed as her tightly-wrapped lips slid back-and-forth, from head to base, again and again. Then CW slid a hand into the succubus’s hair and clenched, holding her head in place, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock.
Liz blushed. She knew what was happening. She’d been there many time. CW was coming in Vell’s mouth.
Vell moaned around his dick as she helplessly swallowed the voluminous flow of semen exploding into her throat. Liz knew his cock was pulsing as it released his thick, sticky sperm. Even from a distance, Liz and Kayla could hear gulping sounds as Vell swallowed the flood, desperately trying to keep up with the impossibly heavy flow before it flooded her mouth and dripped down her chin.
After an endless minute, CW smiled and patted Vell’s head. Then he pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet slurp and tucked himself back into his pants.
Vell hiccupped and sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth, trying to catch her breath. Then she struggled to her feet and turned, walking toward Liz and Kayla with a curious waddle.
It took Liz and Kayla a few moments to identify the cause. Then their eyes widened.
Vell glared at Kayla. “You didn’t tell me it was CW!” she said. “CW! He…he hyper-impregnated me! How the hell could you not tell me it was CW?!”
Kayla blinked. “I…I didn’t…I thought...I mean…you can get pregnant…?”
Vell put a hand on her big, swelled belly. “Not by chance, no…but that’s CW! He hyper-impregnated me!” she said. Then she shuddered. “And then he made me swallow about a gallon of cum. Oh, gawd.”
Kayla’s hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide.
Vell continued breathing through her mouth. Her already-lactating breasts were forming wet spots around her nipples. “I’m going home to lay down. I’m pretty sure my digestive system is going to be a mess for the next twenty-four hours. But when I’m recovered,” she said, her thin fingers trailing over Kayla’s throat, “you and I are going to have a chat.”
Vell held Kayla’s gaze for another few moments, leaving no doubt as to what the nature of that talk would be. Then the half-succubus waddled back toward the club interior, struggling to navigate with her now-gravid belly.
Then CW was there.
He was still dressed in the dark hooded cloak, although the hood was drawn back now. He looked down at the two shell-shocked women.
“Hello Liz, Kayla,” he said.
Uh oh.
Liz took a step back. “Look, CW,” she said. “Let’s not over-react, okay? We can talk this over, right?”
CW chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of over-reacting,” he said. “Besides, I think Kayla’s got enough problems of her own waiting for her. Vell has some interesting plans for her, you know.”
Liz shifted nervously. “Soooooo…you’re gonna let us go?”
“Sure.”
Liz’s eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
“Nope,” said CW. “I was just kidding.”
CW murmured some words and made a gesture. At the end of the gesture, Liz and Kayla’s clothes exploded from their bodies.
The two girls squealed in sudden embarrassment, trying futilely to cover their naked bodies. The surrounding geeks cheered.
Liz stomped a bare foot. “Hey!” she said. “Give us back our clothes!”
“Yeah!” said Kayla. “Give ‘em back!”
“Of course,” said CW. He gestured and the tattered remains of Kayla’s clothing suddenly came together into a tight ball.
The ball levitated for a moment, then hit Kayla between her bare breasts. The cloth began shifting, re-knitting itself, working itself over Kayla’s breasts and hips.
“Hey!” said Kayla. “That’s not what I was wearing!”
“Perhaps not,” said CW, “but it’s appropriate attire for this bar. For you, at any rate.”
“A gold bikini?”
“A gold bikini top,” said CW. “And a gold bikini bottom waist belt holding material front and back.”
Kayla blinked. “Wait a minute,” she said. “You’re dressing me up as…”
CW chuckled. “Yes, Kayla. You’re dressed in a Princess Leia slave outfit. Chained collar and all.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Cute.”
“I’m just going to add one touch,” said CW. He murmured again, then gestured toward Kayla.
Kayla felt the magic infuse her, felt it settle inside her. She raised her eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to do?”
CW smiled and said, “Give it a minute.”
And then Kayla began to dance.
Her eyes widened. “Hey!” she said, her bare feet pattering over the floor, her moves sensual, erotic. Her bare belly gyrated, her facial expression smoldered. “C’mon! This is…this is embarrassing…!”
She pranced and twirled, her rounded hips wriggling as the slave girl danced for the delight of the watching audience. Unable to stop herself, she found herself pressing against the various patrons, male and female, her growing heat apparent.
“What…what did you do?” she said, biting her lower lip and shuddering, her heated need becoming more and more obvious.
“An oral compulsion,” said CW. “A little something for the geeks here. Is there any better way to enjoy a visit to The Cantina than to receive a nice blowjob from slave Leia? You’ll be the thing of wet dreams for months to come, Kayla. Enjoy.”
CW smiled as Kayla twirled away, her bare feet pattering to the music, a number of giddy patrons following her.
One arm across her breasts, the other across her hips, Liz said, “Did you really give her an oral compulsion around all those horny geeks?”
“Yep,” said CW. “She’s going to give blowjobs to any number of Captain Kirks, Picards, Mal Reynolds, Han Solos, Luke Skywalkers and Boba Fetts. Even stormtroopers. It should wear off by tomorrow, though. I don’t want to cut into Vell’s time. Professional courtesy, you know?”
Liz stamped a bare foot. “Oh, you are such a jerk!”
CW chuckled. “You’re just saying that because it’s true. And now it’s your turn.”
Liz’s eyes widened. “Don’t you DARE try anything! I’ll…I’ll…I’ll make you…make you…”
CW had gestured again and Liz was suddenly finding it difficult to speak. Her lips were turning thicker, firmer. She was unable to move her lips enough to speak.
Then she realized her tongue was pressing against the bottom of her mouth and she couldn’t move it at all. Her joints were beginning to stiffen. She tried to back away, but she couldn’t get her limbs to obey her. They felt light, too light to respond.
Her fingers cleaved together, her hands open, and her arms opened wide. She felt herself wobble from side-to-side, bobbling momentarily as her thighs parted slightly, her ankles widening. She felt the opening to her pussy firming, her rear entrance tightening.
What the hell was wrong with her? She felt…light. Inflated.
And then Liz’s eyes widened as she felt herself bobble again, felt herself shifted airlessly along the floor following an air current and realized that was exactly the case.
CW had turned her into an inflated sex doll.
Liz tried to argue, protest, anything, but she couldn’t make a sound. All she could do was bobble along like a helium-filled balloon, her openings available for anyone to take advantage of.
CW smiled. “I think you’re going to be a big hit with the geeks.”
A sudden chorus sounded around Liz.
“Browncoats represent!”
“The Force is strong with this one!”
“Beam me up, Scotty!”
“Shiny!”
“Time to make it so!”
“It’s a trap!”
“We’ll do it in less than twelve parsecs!”
“Leeroyyyyyyyyy Jennnkinsss!”
“How do you say ‘nice boobs’ in Klingon?”
CW smiled and said, “You’ll feel everything, of course, but you can’t release. It’ll be a super-long session of edging from multiple horny cocks. You’re going to be a wet, helpless mess afterward, but there’s going to be a lot of happy, satisfied geeks.”
CW stepped forward and gave Liz a poke in her inflated belly, sending her bobbing along to the group of cheering geeks. Then he glanced out into the main common area of The Cantina and noticed Kayla had stopped dancing momentarily and that Kayla’s head was bobbing over the lap of a patron wearing thick glasses and dressed as a Trekkie.
“Hardison was right,” said CW. “It’s the Age of the Geek, baby.”
February 2020