Some Things are Forever

Liana stood just outside the store, giggling as a tall, broad-shouldered man leaned in and kissed her deeply. He squeezed her waist with one hand, whispering something into her ear that made her roll her eyes and laugh again. 

She swatted at him playfully with her long manicured nails, a shiny new diamond bracelet dangling on her wrist. He bid her a quick goodbye, and she turned her attention to her phone.

Moments later, a voice cut through the noise.

“Liana,” Mary said, as she stepped into view.

Liana’s uncaring gaze flicked up for just a second, then back down. “Ugh,” she said flatly. “I figured you’d give up by now.”

Mary stood her ground. “You stopped answering my calls.”

“Because I don’t owe you anything,” Liana replied, finally locking eyes. “You think I’d want to be with you when I look like this now?” She gestured at her impossible curves, her smug perfection. “Liam’s gone, and I’m having a lot of fun being Liana.”

“I took a while, but now I know what when you were given that Elixer-spiked drink, I lost my Liam forever,” Mary explained. “And while you are amazingly hot, Liana.  You are a massive bitch.”

“I don’t care,” Liana taunted. “I’m having fun, getting laid, and the suckers are paying for my everything.”

“I can see that,” Mary whispered.

Mary’s fingers trembled around the bottle she pulled from her coat. She unscrewed the top with a sudden calm. “But I’ve realized something. Massive bitch or not, I can’t live without you. That’s why I brought my own Elixer.”

She tilted her head back and drank.

The reaction was immediate. Mary dropped the bottle, gasping as her body tensed and shifted. Her hips surged outward, thighs thickening, breasts swelling against the fabric of her hoodie until the seams strained. Her hair lengthened into a golden cascade, framing high cheekbones and gloss-slick lips. Her waist snapped inward, jeans clinging to her now exaggerated curves.

Mary opened her eyes and saw a guy holding up his phone, clearly recording. She arched one freshly sculpted brow and gave him a sharp look.

“Delete it,” she said flatly, voice deeper, silkier than before.

He hesitated.

She took a step forward, her heels clicking with authority. “Now.” The guy quickly lowered his phone and mumbled an apology.

Mary rolled her eyes and turned back toward Liana.

“…Shit,” Liana muttered under her breath, eyes flicking over Mary’s body. “You really went all in.”

Mary tilted her head. “You thought I wouldn’t?”

“I thought you’d beg,” Liana said. “Cry. Try to bring Liam back.”

Mary laughed, tossing her blonde hair back over one shoulder. “God, no. Liam’s pathetic. Just like I used to be.”

That pulled a sharp grin from Liana. She stepped a little closer, the space between their bodies now just heat and breath. “So what are you now?”

“Your match,” Mary said simply.

There was a pause, the faintest smirk rising on Liana’s face before she squeezed Mary’s hand tighter. “We’ll see about that.”

Short Changed

“Alright, ready when you are,” Jason said, hands on his hips, standing in the middle of the empty rec room with his two best friends, Matt and Derrick. “You sure this spell isn’t going to like, blow us up or anything?”

Matt smirked, clutching the worn parchment they’d swiped from that occult shop at the edge of town. “Only one way to find out. Besides, it says the changes reflect what’s ‘most desired.’ We’ll all come out hot. Promise.”

Derrick laughed. “Speak for yourself, I’m already hot.”

Matt rolled his eyes and started chanting.

The words were a strange guttural sound, echoing through the room. The lights dimmed and a gust of warm wind spiraled around them, and all three guys doubled over in shock.

Jason clutched his chest, gasping. What the hell… is this… His voice caught in his throat as a higher pitched sound squeaked out of him. He watched as his hands slimmed, his nails stretching and curling into glossy talons.

A breathy moan broke from Matt’s throat. “Oh my god… oh my god,” he whimpered, grabbing at his shirt as two massive breasts bloomed beneath the fabric, nipples pressing visibly through it. His jeans slid down his hips as they flared, his waist cinching tight.

Derrick dropped to his knees, his eyes wide. “Fuck, this is intense.” He arched, hands grabbing his new hips as they pushed out in slow, sensuous pulses. His hair lengthened, spilling down his back in perfect waves.

When it ended, the room was quiet except for the soft, gasping breaths of three brand-new women.

Matt looked down at herself, her expression one of awe. “Damn, I’m stacked…”

She wasn’t lying. She was tall, long-legged, and dripping with curves. She looked like a model for an adult magazine. Her long blonde hair framed a flawless face.

Jason blinked in the mirror. She was a blonde bombshell with full, pouty lips. Her breasts weren’t as huge as Matt’s, but her body was lean and sculpted.

And Derrick…

Jason tried not to laugh.

She was hot, no question. Perky tits, a round bubble butt, and flawless tanned skin. But she was short. Barely five feet tall with shoes on.

“Seriously?” Derrick squeaked, voice sultry and small. “I’m the short one?!”

Matt smirked. “Guess someone likes their women petite, cute, and stacked.”

Jason couldn’t resist. “You’re adorable, Dee. I just wanna pick you up and put you on a shelf.”

“Shut up!” Derrick snapped, her tiny fists clenched. “I’m still hotter than you bitches.”

Matt strode up to her, hips swaying, and gave her a once-over. “Oh, no doubt. But you’re like a pocket-sized slut. Maybe we should call you ‘Fun Size’.”

“Fun Size?” Derrick groaned. “You two are the worst.”

Matt grinned. “Absolutely.”

Jason giggled. “No arguments here.”

Derrick crossed her arms under her chest, pouting. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Right back at you, short stack,” Matt said, wrapping her arm around Derrick’s shoulder.

Jason tossed her newly blonde hair over one shoulder. “So, ladies… we gonna stay in all night admiring ourselves or are we going out to make some poor boys lose their minds?”

Derrick smirked. “Hell yes. Let’s go break some hearts.”

And with that, three sizzling-hot women strutted out into the night, ready to ruin someone’s standards forever.

Bringing in a 3rd

“…he’s definitely going to want both of us.” You heard coming from the bedroom. Katrina’s voice was low and sultry. It was followed by a soft giggle that was not hers.

You stepped into the doorway and they turned to look at you.

Katrina was perched elegantly on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked beneath her, the other bare and bent at the knee. Her pink dress clung tight to her curves and hid nothing. She looked…hot.

Beside her was a younger woman, dressed in a cropped pink top and a short white skirt. The two of them had clearly been whispering just before you walked in and neither looked surprised to see you.

Katrina smiled. “Hey, baby.”

The girl leaned in close to her, lips brushing Katrina’s ear. She whispered something that made your wife laugh again.

You raised an eyebrow. “So… what’s this?”

Katrina tilted her head, innocent as sin. “You always said you liked the idea of bringing someone in. Just a little fun. A little variety.”

She reached for the other girl’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Jo’s been dying to meet you.”

The girl gave you a wide smile. “Mmmhmm. Can I call you Daddy?”

“Ummm…sure, Jo,” you replied.

She leaned forward just a touch. “Hi, Daddy.” 

That made your pulse quicken.

Katrina patted the bed between them. “Why don’t you come get comfortable?”

You stepped forward, intrigued, but not exactly shocked. Katrina had hinted before. Teased, even. “Wouldn’t it be fun to have someone else watch? Or touch?” You hadn’t expected her to actually follow through but you weren’t complaining.

Not with the way Jo was looking at you now.

Their hands found you before you sat down. Katrina sliding your tie loose, Jo unbuttoning your shirt slowly. You felt lips on your neck. First one set, then the other. Nails traced your stomach. Limbs wrapped around your body. 

“You looked so stressed, Daddy,” Jo whispered, her breath hot on your ear. “Let us help.”

Katrina straddled your lap, pressing her body to yours as she nipped your jaw. “It’s been a long time coming.”

Your shirt was off. Then your belt. Fingers dipped beneath your waistband as soft lips kissed across your chest.

“Mmm,” Jo moaned, grinding against your thigh. “You like having both of us, don’t you?”

You could barely respond, the sensation overwhelming. You nodded. That was all it took.

Jo giggled. “I knew you would.”

“She was so nervous to meet you,” Katrina said with a grin. “You’ve been on her mind for a while now.”

You looked up at Jo. “Have we met?”

She paused, just for a second, then slid down your chest and kissed your stomach.

“Yes,” she said, voice sweet and laced with something else. “You just never noticed me.”

Katrina pressed herself closer. “She used to be miserable. You let me walk all over her. You never stepped in.”

Your brows knit together. “Wait… who are you?”

Jo didn’t stop kissing you.

“I just wanted Katrina to see me for once,” she whispered. “I wanted her to stop hating me all the time.”

Katrina looked down at you with a soft, wicked smile. “So she cast a spell.”

Jo leaned in again, her voice right at your ear. “I just wanted her to like me. That’s all. I didn’t know it would change me.”

You stared into her face now and you recognized those eyes.

“Jo…?” you said slowly, heart sinking. “Joseph?”

She giggled, pressing her body tight against yours. “Not anymore.”

You tried to pull away, but Katrina caught your wrist.

“You said you wanted this,” she whispered. “And now you have us. Both of us.”

Jo kissed your lips, slow and deep.

And by the time your mind caught up and the reality that this was once your son hit home…

It was too late.

You were already hers.