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Double Starr
By Grosporina

It never rains, but it sure does fuckin' pour. Ellen Starr figured there were no truer words to live by.

Take her life for example. Three months ago she's been just another club-hoppin' babe looking for the man of her dreams to give her anything she wanted. Sure, things weren't always good, but she had fun playing the spoiled girl who, if she didn't get what she wanted, would find someone else to give it to her.

Unfortunately, she'd had the misfortune to get a roommate who, it turned out, was a lot more than she originally appeared. And who made Ellen's life something she'd never planed for.

Unlike the other girls Ellen had bullied over the years, Ann Kolcheck was a witch and a pretty good one at that. She'd cursed Ellen in a number of ways: she'd changed the way she'd looked, she'd make her more simple minded, she'd fixed it so anything she wore made her look like a hooker or slut

But most of all, she'd made it possible for anyone to wish Ellen into doing or becoming anything they desired.

It was a hard fact to believe, but Ellen knew it was true. Enough had happened to her in the last couple of months that she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her life would never be her own again.

As she woke up for this evening's work, she faced a prime example. Ann had put Ellen to hooking for a living two months ago.. During that time she's made friends with Candi Paul, another hooker who fucked men only for money, as she was a lesbian. One night Candi had come on to Ellen, and after she was rebuffed Candi had wished that she and Ellen were both thirteen again so she could seduce her. Unlike many other wishes the little prostitute may have made over the years, this one came true.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the newly thirteen year-old Ellen loved what Candi did to her, even if a part of her did think it was sick and perverted. The real freak-out came the next evening, for when Candi woke up she realized that she hadn't gotten into some extremely good drugs from the night before . . . .

"What the fuck has happened to us?!?!" She was out of her mind. Not only was she a young, almost hairless young girl again, but nothing she had fit. Not like Ellen's clothes, which always fit her.. "What is this?"

Ellen didn't want to come right out and say what the problem was, but she knew she didn't want to stay a jail-bait hooker the rest of her life, either. But to come right out and tell her, "I'm cursed, and anything you wish around me comes true," would likely be the same as a death sentence. "You're just hallucinating," Ellen told her as calmly as possible. "Maybe if you just wished thing were back to normal "

"Yeah! I wish we were back the way we were."

Sure enough, in seconds they changed back to the bodies they'd had the night before. Ellen tried to laugh off the experience, but even as dim as Candi appeared, the little lezbo blond knew something was up. "What happened?" she asked.

Ellen moved over to her and hugged her gently. "Candi, I told you that coke you got last night was PCP, but you didn't believe me." She nuzzled her head, figuring if she played this cool as hell Candi wouldn't think twice about what she'd really done. "You're just feaking out a little from last night, is all."

Candi's wasn't the most brilliant mind in the world, but since last night had blurred into one of the most fantastic evenings she's had where sex had come about strictly for fun, it was difficult for her to know if what Ellen was telling her was true or not. And there had been that shit a few months ago which turned out to be heroin instead of blow . . . She nodded, burying her head between the taller women's armpit and breasts. "I just . . . it seemed for a moment that I was a kid again."

"But that could never happen, could it?"

"Yeah. I guess you're right." Candi walked over to the kitchen in the small hole in the wall which served as her apartment, and started to make coffee. "But it felt so real. That must have been some good stuff."

Ellen was looking to clear out before Candi said too damn much. One slip of the tongue . . . "Well, next time I'll make sure when I come over to spend some time with you, the drugs are clean."

That last sentence had made Candi perk up. "You enjoyed last night?"

What's a person to say . . ? "Sure. You were great."

Candi's smile lit up the room, and for a moment Ellen could see that this little girl was starved for attention. "What can I say? I know how to take care of women." She was getting that lustful look in her eyes, and Ellen knew if she didn't get out fast-- "And I'd love to take care of you."

Uh, oh. Time to split. Ellen was almost out the door. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

"Oh, sure." Candi rubbed her breasts, obviously remembers something from last night. "Man, I wish you were my lover. I could take being with you all the time."

Hence the reason Ellen was waking up next to Candi, her face sticky from the sex of the night before.

As with every wish made toward her, Ellen responded the way she was expected to act, but deep down in her mind she screamed Enough!, as she fought to overcome the wish she was compelled to honor. But still . . . Candi loved her; Ellen could sense it. As much as the little hooker loved the sexual attention Ellen lavished upon her, she was even more accomplished when it came to reciprocating the favors. More often than not Ellen would fall asleep from the orgasms Candi gave her, and many times like now Ellen would find the blond passed out between her legs, her head resting upon one thigh.

In a way Ellen was happy. She was away from Ann, so she didn't have to worry about that bitch. But this was almost like jumping out of the pan and into the fire. Since Candi would eventually discover her curse

What would she do when she learns?

A moan escaped Ellen's lips. Candi was not only awake, but her tongue was slowly gliding along Ellen's clitoris, engulfing her in waves of pleasure. Ellen could never get over how much Candi loved eating her pussy. She gripped the sides of the bed, knowing that she'd be cuming for the next half hour at least . . . .

Forty minutes later both women were sweaty and exhausted. Candi kissed her way up Ellen's torso, and began nibbling at her shot glass-sized nipples. "God, I love you," she said breathlessly. Candi was turned on by tall, big busted women; Ellen was a dream come true for her. She sucked hard on the nipple. Ellen responded by arching her back as she gasped out loud.

Candi started rubbing Ellen's breasts. "You love this?" Ellen could only nod. "You want to be mine forever?"

Ellen wanted to say "No, not really," but the wish and the pleasure she was feeling made her say otherwise. "I just love the way you make me feel."

"You love it enough that you would never leave me?"

Ellen nodded, but it wasn't enough for Candi. "Tell me you'll never leave."

"I'll I'll never leave."

"Tell me you'll always be mine."

"I'll always be yours."

Candi ran her tongue up Ellen's cleavage and gave her a deep, wet kiss. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," she exclaimed. There was genuine glee in her voice.

Before Ellen could respond Candi reached down and squeezed her breasts in her hands. "And I love these! You're just too big!"

"Well "

"I wish there were more of these."

The second Ellen felt tingling on the lower part of her chest she knew what was going to happen. Oh, shit! Although she couldn't see anything, the look on Candi's face as she rolled back away from her breasts, and the "What the fuck?!?" she exclaimed said it all.

Ellen reached down and felt. There were two breasts emerging, growing just below her normal breasts. She pushed on them, hoping against all hope that they wouldn't get bigger, but she knew this was an act of futility. They expanded as if filling with air, the nipples growing rounder and fuller, much like the ones she already possessed. After ten seconds she let her arms flop to the side, herself wishing that they didn't get bigger than the set of tits she already sported. I'm enough of a freak as it is, she thought. And it's only getting worst.

Twenty seconds after Candi had made her wish, it was fulfilled. Sitting in the middle of Ellen's torso was another set of breasts riding below her normal pair, just as big and round and firm as the others.

What bothered Ellen the most was not this extra set of breasts, but Candi's reaction. Normally people would be running from the room screaming. Not Candi. She just sat their staring at what her wish had brought forth. And it wasn't fear in her eyes

It was a combination of amazement and lust.

"My God . . ." She took a deep breath before asking, "How?"

Ellen tired to sit up, but with an extra set of G cups ridding low on her body, it wasn't as easy as it would appear. And the feeling of her upper and lower breasts rubbing together was sort of getting her wet . . . "It's a long story."

"I've got time."

"Right." Realizing she didn't have a choice, Ellen gave Candi the whole story of how she got to where she was today.

Candi sat quietly the whole time. Ellen realized that after what she was seeing, she couldn't very well say the story was bullshit. "And your clothes?" she finally asked. Candi had remarked a couple of day before that it seemed all Ellen had were hooker outfits.

"They always change," Ellen said. "For the rest of my life I'll never wear anything which doesn't look like I should be streetwalking."

"Or stripping."

"Or working in porn."

Candi's response to all this wasn't not what Ellen expected. "Cool!"

Aghast, Ellen asked, "How can you say that?!"

Candi got up and started making coffee, acting as if having a women in her place with four G cup-sized breasts was no big deal. "It's easy. You're my lover, Ellen. And I love you. Curse or no curse, that's the way it is, and will be, and I don't care if you look like the trashiest slut in the world. As long as I can have that body at the end of the night when I crawl into bed, it doesn't matter what you become." She winked at her. "I'll always love you."

Ellen thought it best that she didn't mention the only reason she was here as her "lover" was because Candi had wished it. If it were up to her, she wouldn't be getting her kicks in another girl's bed but belaboring the point would likely get her new roommate pissed. "Great." Ellen got up and stretched out. "So you'll wish me back to normal?"

Candi looked at her with a glint in her eye and said, "No way!"

Ellen didn't get a chance to ask why. Candi was on her in the moment, her hands finding their way to the new breasts. As she rubbed them, Ellen felt a stirring inside; these new tits were just as sensitive as her originals which meant she was getting off on this.

"You're like a fantasy come true," Candi whispered. "Not only do you love me, but I can make you over into anything I want!" She began sucking on the upper set of nipples while continuing to massage the lower set. Ellen was but moments away from an orgasm of epic proportions, and she wasn't about to complain. Seconds later it overwhelmed her senses, her knees buckling slightly. For a moment she thought she might fall.

Candi noticed, but rather than stop she kept right on going. She was lost in her own pleasure, and strange notions of what she could do with her new lover kept entering her mind, teasing her . . .. Candi wasn't greedy, but for a very long time she had been starved for affection, and to have a gift like this fall into her lap

Who was she to pass this up?

Her eyes glassy, Ellen was caught up in the rapture of another orgasm. She almost did hear Candi say, "Make love to my pussy, dear."

Both women lay upon the bed, Ellen straddling Candi. As always when they 69'ed, Ellen's breasts rubbed against Candi's tummy, but now the feeling of her four nipples swishing back and forth against her partner's slightly sweaty flesh was starting to drive her crazy. While deep down inside she was repulsed by what Candi and for that matter Ann had done to her, on the outside she was acting as if she couldn't get enough.

But she didn't know if it was an act. Although Ellen had never considered women as sexual partners prior to her "change of life," the more time she spend with Candi the more she was beginning to wonder if being a lesbian was all that bad . . . .

Again another orgasm hit her, and Ellen was starting to feel better then she'd felt in months. Candi reach up and began pulling on the nipples of the Ellen's lower breasts, cumming herself as she did, and making Ellen cum again almost instantly. She pushed her pussy into Candi's face, now wanting the girl to eat up as much of her as she could. As her feeling of pleasure intensified, Ellen began sucking on Candi's clit, pulling it between her lips and hugging it before turning it lose and starting again.

For her part Candi was enjoying every second with her new love. First she finds her fantasy woman and then she discovers that she can be just about anything she wants her to be! Her mind was racing as much as her body, and Candi's orgasms were driven by thoughts of what she'd like to do to Ellen as much as what she was doing to her.

I wonder just what else I can wish? She placed her hand on the mound of pubic hair just above Ellen's vagina and said, "I wish you had another pussy right here."

Candi didn't remove her hand as the flesh began to flow and change. She couldn't believe what she was feeling; the skin began to pucker, then stretch out, forming a elongated indentation. The indentation began to separate, pulling open. Candi's hand became wet as a familiar fluid gushed into her palm. Ellen's cry told Candi that the big girl had just had one hell of an orgasm.

She had to see . . . There on Ellen's lower abdomen, just about the top of her "normal" vagina sat an identical vagina just below her belly button, the cum still glistening. Candi inserted a finger into it's virgin-like tightness and felt Ellen squirm. I don't think she knows what I did! Candi realized if this was as sensitive as her other vagina, then it much work just like the other one . . . her fingers traveled upward and sure enough, there was a clitoris hard and throbbing. She touched it lightly, moving her thumb into the new pussy. Ellen screamed, and Candi could feel her the muscles tighten around her thumb.

God, this is incredible. A living fuck toy, and she's all mine. Candi felt a slightly wet finger sliding slowly into her asshole, and she knew neither of them might get out to work tonight.

Not that it's a problem, she thought. I could always use a night off . . . .

Contrary to what either women believed, it was only 8:30 PM by the time they were done fucking and up and moving. As Candi has suspected Ellen did realize she'd been given a new "addition" until she tried to use the bathroom and discovered piss coming out both vaginas at the same time.

"Jesus Christ, Candi!" Ellen rushed out of the bathroom to catch Candi masturbating on the bed. The little hooker was watching her roommate move about, seeing her four breasts sway and bounce, her double vaginas wet and inviting. "I just pissed all over myself!"

"I'm sorry," Candi gasped. After cumming she continued. "I didn't think that you might have trouble pissing." She licked her fingers. "You look so beautiful!"

In the aftermath of passion, "beautiful" wasn't the word Ellen was considering. "Freakish" was more like it. As good as the sex was, and no matter how much the extra body parts added to the experience, Ellen knew she couldn't go out in public looking the way she did now. It was one thing to have these huge tits another entirely to have two sets of them. Never mind the extra vagina riding on her lower belly . . . "Would you please change me back?"

Candi gave Ellen a puzzled look. "Don't you love the way you look?"

"Do you really want to know the truth?" Ellen sighed.

"Sure."

"I look like a fuckin' freak!"

"No way!" Candi sat up and appraised Ellen. "I see beauty. I see a woman who's body screams for love and sex. I see a woman with a gift not a curse and the ability to be the fantasy that every person, man or women, would ever want. That's what I see."

"I'm glad you have such a discerning eye." The sarcasm was heavy in Ellen's voice. But Ellen wasn't thinking about what she had said; if she had, she would have noticed the way Candi's eyes narrowed, obviously not pleased with the remark.

"I think you should learn to appreciate yourself more," Candi told her softly, but firmly. "I wish that from now on, when you think unfavorably of your body and what's happened to it, you'll grow an inch in height and proportions."

She didn't want to show it, but Ellen about shit.. Since her curse had been instated all she had done was think her body was freakish; if what Candi had just done to her had occurred three months before, she'd be taller than most of the buildings in the city.

Now that was taken out of her hands. Just one bad thought, and before you'll know it I'll be calling everyone "Shorty". She sighed. "If you think I'm pretty "

"Beautiful."

"Beautiful, then. But " She indicated her lower breasts. "I can't go anywhere with these."

"Sure you can." Candi ran over to the small closet where they were keeping there clothes. After looking around for a few seconds, Candi found what she was looking for. "This will work," she said, tossing the dress on the bed.

The outfit chosen was a black latex mini dress, sleeveless and tight around the neck. It was strange, but this dress was one of Ellen's favorites; among the crap which passed for "classy", this did make her look almost normal.

Candi threw a pair of black knee-high boots on the bed as well. "This will go pretty nice with that."

"I just don't know "

"Ellen, look." Candi stood up, looking very stern. "If your clothes change into something sexy when you put them one, I'm thinking if you put that on it'll change to fit your body as it is now. And if it doesn't shit, it's rubber. It'll mold."

At strange as that might seem, Ellen figured it made as good as sense as anything she'd ever heard. Ellen slipped on the boots, then struggled into the dress.

Getting on was always something of a hassle; latex wanted to stick to you unless you powered yourself down good. If you didn't you had to work to get it on, and that caused you to sweat, and the sweat caused the latex to stick . . . for Ellen, thought, while working it on without the power, while a problem, wasn't necessarily impossible. Given a couple of minutes she would have it all around her body

Only this time there was another problem. Getting it past her breasts was the hardest part; getting it past her second pair of breasts made it even harder. With a little pulling and tugging she finally got in down and snugged into place over her ass and hips.

She could feel the dress change the moment her hands left the material. Unlike the wishes made about or around her, her clothing always changed right away. There was little hesitation or delay. The outfit suddenly felt right. She turned to look in the mirror which Candi had positioned on the outside of the closet door.

The latex always looked nice the way it tucked in around her breasts and made them stand out. It still did, but now it did the same over the second set, with just a little bit of material standing away from her body underneath her "normal" pair. The dress had adjusted in length, so the hem ended where it always did, just inches below her ass.

In a way she had to admit the way the outfit looked did make her look damn sexy; for once what Candi had said to her about being beautiful seemed right

Candi must have been reading her mind, because she couldn't hide her feelings: she looked like she wanted to peal that rubber off her and fuck her brains out. "Damn, you are hot as hell."

"I know." Ellen looked at herself, turning side to side. Both her pussies were starting to get wet just thinking about her body. "For the first time in a long time I feel happy." She started rubbing all four tits though the rubber. "Very good."

Candi dressed quickly, throwing on a short leather mini and halter top, and slipped into a pair of boots herself. "C'on," she said, hustling Ellen towards the door. "Let's go. I just got an idea. There's someone I want to introduce you to."

"But "

"No buts." Candi gave her a kiss on the cheek. "We'll talk later.

Walking the streets tonight, Ellen was more than aware of the eyes upon her. Normally she was easy to spot; as tall as she was, with her flaming red hair and revealing outfits, a person would have to be blind not to notice her. After a few months of plying her trade, most of the other girls knew her well, if not by name, then by appearance.. Most who they ran into this evening were giving the pair a double take, though; even with a jacket Ellen had thrown on before leaving, her breasts were there for all to see.

And they were looking.

Bethany, a black girl they both knew, let her jaw drop as she scoped out Ellen walking by. "Damn, girl," she exclaimed in that high pitched voice of hers. "Now there's sometin' you don't see every night. Shit, baby, the johns are gonna love a trick like that."

Candi looked like a proud mother as she told the girl, "It's not a trick."

"Huh?"

Candi ran her hand across the lower set of breasts.. "They're real."

"Uh, huh. Right, honey. And I'm just waitin' for Puff Daddy to drive me back to his crib." She shook her head. "You both be trippin'."

A Firebird pulled up to the curb. The driver and his friend both frat rats out cruising for strange couldn't help but notice the three hookers standing on the corning talking. Particularly when one of them was a redhead pushing six and a half feet.

The passenger rolled down the window and called out, "Hey, ladies. Anyone looking to party?"

Bethany hit the car right away. She knew a couple of white kids driving an expensive car just loved to party with black chicks. "Yeah, baby, I'm ready to party. You got somethin' in mind?"

The guys where just as Bethany pegged them; a couple of horny twenty-somethings looking to score with hookers. And black was strange enough for them. "Yeah, sure, we got somethin' in mind," the passenger, who looked as if he might pass for twenty-one if he let his stubble grow out for a few weeks. "You for one."

"For one?" Bethany was pissed. "Ain't I enough for you all?"

"Sure thing." The guy was looking over her shoulder in Ellen's direction. "How's about you and that nasty redhead getting in the car, and then we'll go do something?"

Although she didn't figure them for cops, Bethany had to make sure. "We ain't getting' in that car unless we's know what we's getting into."

The guys mumbled to each other, then the passenger told her, "We wanna fuck. You and her."

Bingo! Nuthin' like eliminating entrapment right up front. Bethany turned. "Yo, Ellen. Get your ass over here."

Candi and Ellen walked over, Ellen's breasts swaying slightly even constrained by the heavy latex. It was obviously neither of the boys needed glasses. The driver for the first time exclaimed, "Shit, man, what you got under there?"

Candi smiled and patted Ellen on the shoulder. "Tits."

"My ass," the driver shouted back.

"Do you want to see or not," Candi retorted, shrugging. "It's a hundred to find out."

The driver made a sound like he wasn't interested, but the passenger was obviously ready to believe anything. "I'll pay that hundred." He reached in his wallet and removed two fresh fifties. "But what's it gonna cost to fuck her?"

"What about me?" Bethany asked indignantly.

"My buddy'll fuck you; I want her."

Ellen leaned over and snatched the fifties from the kid. "Fifty for a blow job," she whispered in his ear as Candi took the cash off her hands. "One fifty for a straight fuck. Two fifty if you want to fuck me in the ass. Beyond that " She smiled and gave him a wistful look. "We gotta talk."

"Yeah, but not here," Bethany reminded everyone. Unlike a lot of prostitutes, Bethany enjoyed the sex as much as the money, and she hadn't been laid but twice tonight. The coffers were low and she was ready to get down. "I'm ready to go. You players, or what?"

The passenger had three more fifties out and was getting ready to wave them around before Ellen relieved him of his burden.. All we need is for a passing cop to see this asshole flashing money about, she thought. She handed the cash to Candi. "I'll fuck this guy then take a cab over to where you wanted to go," she told her. "I trust you'll watch my cash?"

Candi kissed Ellen full on the lips, which got a rise out of the guys. "Sure thing." She wrote something down on the back of a receipt and put it in one of Ellen's jacket's pocket. "I'll see you there in a little while."

"No problem."

"Don't be late." With that she backed off and started heading down the street.

Bethany had obviously convinced the driver that she was ready to go as well, as she had already chased the passenger into the back seat and was holding the door open. "C'mon, girl," she said anxiously. "Time's a wastin', and the night is only gettin' shorter. You ready?"

Ellen smiled and slipped into the back. "Might as well."

A couple of blocks over Bethany had a "hot bed" joint where she usually took her johns. A five-star accommodation it wasn't, but the rooms were dirt cheep, the guy at the desk didn't take that big of a cut, and for the most part the place was clean. They got a room with two beds; Bethany and Ellen exchanged glances. They knew this routine the dudes were probably classmates or friends or something like that, and they both must brag about all the pussy they get. They figured they wanted to impress the hell out of each other with their cocksmanship.

The second the room's door was closed Ellen's "date" began to fondle her. "I paid; I wanna see 'em."

She nodded. "Help me out of this," They slid the latex dress off, leaving her standing in only her underwear and boots moments later. The kid's eyes about fell out of his head. It was apparent Bethany and her "date" were also impressed.

"Damn," the driver said.

"Well, fuck me," was Bethany's comment.

The hard on the passenger sported was testament to what he thought, but Ellen knew he was going to ask anyway. "Are they real?"

Bethany walked over and felt for herself. Ellen moaned slightly as Bethany played with her lower breasts, causing the nipples to harden and stand up. "These are real," Bethany said after a few moments. "Take it from me, honey."

"Fuck." The kid replaced Bethany's hands with his and softly rubbed. Ellen knew that her new body was very sensitive Ann would have seen to that but these new tits . . . She felt like she was ready to cum now. It was fucking incredible. For the first time she was starting to wish that she had an extra set of hands so she could rub her other tits and play with herself as well.

"Hey, what's this?" By now the kid noticed there was something strange peeking out the top of her bikini briefs. Unlike a lot of whores, Ellen not only didn't shave but for some reason her pubic hair was riding awfully high . . . .

She smiled. "That's my other pussy," she told him, enjoying the sensation coursing through her.

Now it was Bethany's turn to exclaim, "Your other pussy?!"

With the kid still fondling her, Ellen slipped her panties off, her eyes never leaving the kid's. He was tall; she figured him for some sort of jock. Even so she had an edge on him with her heels, and keeping eye contact while bending over wasn't that difficult.

She kicked the panties aside and asked, "Would you like to see?"

The kid was already getting an eyeful: not only was he with some big-titted whore who had an extra rack, but now he discoveries the freak had two pussies! He was about to cream his pants even before he could stick it in. "It's it's real?"

"Sure thing." Ellen almost laughed in his face. Christ, I could have gotten an extra hundred out of this kid for a look! She took one of his hands and positioned it over her extra opening. "Care to try it out?"

She didn't know what she was going to feel; earlier in the evening when Candi was working her out she'd been cuming so much that she barely remembered her name. The kid placed his finger on her new clit and magic. It was just as good no, better than her other, her "real" clit. Ecstasy was only a part of what she was feeling . . . ..

The kid slipped his middle finger into her hole. Before he's pushed through to the second knuckle Ellen could feel the muscles tightening around the digit. Fuck me . . . For the first time she began rubbing her new breasts which the kid fingered her new pussy. She came after only a minute. Shit . . . Twenty four hours before she was hip-deep in misery; now, with four tits and two vaginas she was feeling not like a freak, but someone who, if she played things right, could use this fabulous body of hers to secure anything she'd ever want.

Or need.

The kid reached down and starting fingering her other pussy at the same time. He thought Ellen who was squeezing her tits so hard she might draw blood looked like she was actually enjoying herself. This whore wasn't faking.

After she came the third time, she pulled his fingers out. She noticed for the first time that Bethany and her john now naked had been watching the show with rapt attention. "Like what you saw?" Ellen asked. The broad smile indicated she wasn't pissed.

"Honey, I only wish I could I could get some action like that," Bethany said.

Ellen half expected something to happen to the girl, but then realized the wish had not been directed towards her, but rather Bethany had said it about herself. So there were limits on how the curse works. "Careful, girl," Ellen warned. "You know what they say about getting what you wish for . . ."

By this time Bethany's date was getting a little impatient. "Yeah, well, I wish this girl " He tapped Bethany on the shoulder, "would start fucking me. After all, I paid good money "

"And you gonna get it good, too, baby." Bethany gently pushed the guy back onto the bed and began to climb on top.

Ellen made a move for the bed, but the kid stopped her. "No," he told her almost out of breath. "I wanna fuck you standing up. In this pussy you have here."

She didn't see any reason why that wouldn't be possible. And she wanted to find out what it would feel like . . . She motioned for him to undress; since she was wearing only her boots, she didn't have to do anything. She leaned against the wall, bowed slightly, and waited for him to penetrate her.

Ellen didn't have to wait long. Her new pussy allowed for entry without a lot of gymnastics; just walk right up and slide it in. The kid was a little better than average sized, but her cunt was as tight as a virgin's and she almost screamed when he put himself inside her. Instantly he was driving in and out as hard as he could. She could feel her juices running down into the pubic hair of her original vagina.

She touched herself there to see if she could stimulate herself more. Her other clit was engorged with blood, and sore to the touch. She fingered herself and climaxed only seconds after the kid brought her to orgasm in her other vagina.

He was obviously enjoying himself as well. Not only was he fucking some freakish whore with multiple tits and cunts, but she was enjoying it as much as he was. "Man," he gasped out, "this is un-fucking believable. I never knew women like you existed."

Ellen wasn't in the mood to reply; she only wanted to cum more and more. "I'm a one of a kind," she finally told him.

He was speeding up, which Ellen knew meant he was about to cum. "God," he exclaimed. "I wish I could blow all my cum right into your tits, watch them grow, multiply."

He got this funny look in his eyes at the moment, and Ellen even in the throws of ecstasy herself knew something was happening to him. As would happen to her. She would change again, but in what way she didn't know . . . .

The kid was still pumping away, past the time when he should have blown his wad into her. Ellen felt something brush the back of her hand, which was busy fingering herself. She touched the object and realized instantly what it was

The kid's testicles were blowing up, expanding. From what she could feel they must have been the size of oranges, and there were getting bigger. She smiled as he realized with this "What the fuck?" look on his face, that strange events were occurring . . . .

"Wha what's going on?" He tried to stop, but when he realized he couldn't, Ellen saw the panic in his eyes. "What's happening?"

"You're getting your wish," she told him. She touched his throbbing balls, which were now like grapefruit. How much cum does a young boy have in him? she thought as she orgasmed again. "You're going to blow all your cum into me . . . make my tits bigger."

"But . . . that can't happen "

Ellen was suddenly struck to do something she normally would never think to do. Why, she didn't know not now, not while she was cuming so much. Fuck it. She smiled and whispered something in his ear, feeling his nuts swell up into twelve inch softballs rubbing against his legs with some difficulty.

"What?" The kid was very confused now, and just about ready to lose his mind, since it was obvious to him that he couldn't stop what he was doing. "I wish the same thing is happening to us is happen' to my friend and his girl? What?"

Ellen didn't know if it would happen, but it seemed that sometimes wishes made about her also affected others like that first time with Candi and her. It depended on the wording. She glanced over at Bethany and her trick. The guy was grippin' the bed about to shoot when suddenly his balls started inflating like balloons, growing faster than those of the kid Ellen was fucking. In seconds there were the size of baseballs heading towards basketballs. Obviously these guys had a lot of cum in them.

Bethany figured out something was wrong. She first felt her guy's testicles rubbing against her ass then peeked over and saw the set of nuts Ellen's trick now had, easily the size of soccer balls and starting to droop to his knees. "What the FUCK?!?" she screamed. She tried to stop what she was doing and get off, then panic set in as she discovered it was as if the guy's dick was stuck inside her. She kept humping away, realizing his balls were becoming much like his friend's.

Ellen's kid looked like he was going to pass out.. She felt him stiffen; his testicles now bigger than basketballs by some degree were drawing in, tightening. He was going to cum. Any moment

Ellen felt his cock pulse inside her, and she came as well. It was like douching with a firehose; something warm was flowing into her body. She could feel the hot fluid course through her abdomen, then a curiously warm sensation enter her chest and then her tits, all of them, began to tingle . . . .

The G cups were growing fuller, rounder. Although it would seem impossible she could get any bigger, Ellen knew it was happening. She touched her lower set of breasts; they, too, were expanding along with the upper set. Great, two sets of huge tits getting even more huge .. . . but it felt sooooo good that Ellen wasn't complaining. She rubbed all her nipples as quickly as she could, feeling the cum continue to fill her, the kid turning pale as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life.

Bethany screamed. Ellen knew the cum was starting to fill her tits as well. The guy's testicles looked like beachballs, and he was bucking into Bethany very hard as he moaned out loud. For her part she was holding onto her breasts, pulling them back into her body has Ellen had done earlier in the evening when Candi had wished her second pair. Bethany had B cups to begin, but now they were at least C cup and edging slowly into D cup range. Consider it a new boob job, Ellen thought..

Her own breasts were past H cups, maybe HH. She didn't know or care; beyond a certain size you had to have bras made for you, and size was irrelevant when you were dealing with fleshy orbs eight to ten inches across. Or bigger. Besides, Ellen knew there wasn't a bra maker around who could take care of her. For the upper pair, maybe. But that lower pair? It would require an engineer to figure it out.

She was past HH, but the warm, tingling sensation continued. What next? she wondered. She heard Bethany scream. Her breasts, EE at least, seemed to be dividing down the middle like an amoebae. "What the fuck is going on?!" she yelled, but mixed in with the panic was an unmistakable edge of satisfaction the kind one gets when they are having good sex. If her tits were becoming just as sensitive, Ellen figured she was becoming less panicked, and more willing to start seeing how good she could make herself feel.

There was another sensation, unlike the tingling she'd been experiencing. Looking down, Ellen saw her breast were undergoing an similar transformation.

Similarly, but not the same. Where as Bethany's breasts seemed to be dividing, it was almost as if Ellen's breasts were pulling apart and then merging. She watched in extreme fascination as the flesh seemed to draw out from the insides and flow towards the center of her chest. Both breasts merged, after which the dimpling now so prominent on Bethany's breasts began to show. Very quickly the dimples became cleavage, the lump of flesh in the center of Ellen's chest taking on the appearance of a third breast squeezing in between the other two. An erect nipple popped out of the end, signaling the end of the transformation. Ellen now possessed three breasts, all at least an H cup in size. She felt to see if the same changes had taken place on the lower set. Ellen was somewhat shocked to find that the same thing had happened; instead of three breasts on the top and two on the bottom, she was the somewhat proud owner of six very large breasts.

Shit! What will I do? Then she remembered Bethany, vaguely noticing her trick's eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a final moan and dropped to the floor.

Bethany's breasts weren't sliding downward, but rather outward. The original two split into equal pairs before two on the inside moved a little closer together, while the outer pair sort of moved into a position were they were pressed up against her original pair and her armpits. Bethany's new tits arranged themselves into a DD cup semi-circle of flesh and erect nipples across her chest.

"Wha . . .what the fuck . . ." She was feeling herself, and it appeared she liked what she felt. It hadn't sunk in yet what had really happened to her, but Ellen figured she was at least in a little better situation than herself. She'll probably find it hard to drive a car from now on. Ellen figured that with the right outfits Bethany could pass for having a couple of really huge breasts but as far as she was concerned? How to you hide six breasts as large as the two Wendy Whoppers owned? In your ass?

Bethany climbed off her now passed out trick, her tits swaying as she turned. "Damn, girl," she drawled. "We're a couple of fuckin' freaks!"

Strangely enough, Ellen wasn't thinking that way.. Although she knew having something like this on her chest was well, difficult to explain away, she didn't consider herself freakish. At least not yet, she reminded herself. Although if she had changed like this in just the few months the curse had been in effect, she couldn't begin to comprehend what might happen to her in the next few years . . . ..

"You okay?" Ellen asked. Bethany still hadn't started to freak; if anything, the young black girl was acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Yeah, shit . . . I'm down. But, hey " She was looking at the guy she'd just fucked. "There's somethin' wrong with this dude."

Ellen checked out her trick, and she figured it out right away. "They don't have any balls," she told Bethany.

Indeed that was the case. While both boys had retained their cocks, where there balls had been lay nothing, not even a scar to indicate their testicles had been removed through cutting. Ellen started to feel sorry for what had happened to them but as she moved, feeling the weight she was now carrying about, she realized that, as she had told Bethany earlier in the evening, that one should be careful about what they wish for

Sometimes they do get it.

"All their cum in is our breasts," she told the girl as she reached for her dress. "Which means they don't need their balls any more."

"Just like that, they disappeared?" Bethany gave the guy a strange look. "The dude done lost his nuts! Well, I told him I was gonna fuck him good."

Ellen figured they wouldn't be seeing things that way once they regained consciousness. Like I'd want to wake up and find out my balls had vanished, and I was gonna be a eunuch the rest of my life. "Let's get the fuck out of her before they come to."

Bethany nodded, but riffled her tricks wallet before splitting. "This motherfucker was planin' on a real party," she said, holding up a large sum of cash.

"Take it. We ain't been paid yet." Ellen slipped on the dress, feeling it "contour" instantly to her new body. "And it's not like he's gonna be out looking for hookers the rest of the night."

On the way back to Bethany's corner Ellen explained what had happened, and why. The girl had never gotten to the point where she seemed like she was going to freak, but as they walked (with Bethany wearing a trench coat that her trick had generously "donated" to help cover her, as her dress didn't seem to do a very good job) Ellen felt as if her newly "modified" friend was on the verge of going into shock. About the time she's getting ready to turn in the truth will hit her and that's when the shit hits the fan.

She listened with a closed mouth and straight face.. When Ellen's story was over, her only comment was, "You got cursed?!?"

"You really believe that?" Ellen still couldn't get over the fact that Bethany was so calm about the whole situation.

The girl stopped and looked up and down the streets. A light rain was falling, and most of the streetwalkers had taken off to spots where they could escape the worst of the elements and still ply their trade. "My grandmother used to talk a lot of shit about voodoo and magic and bad juju," Bethany finally explained. "At the time I didn't really believe it, but as I got older, and you start to see shit that seems pretty strange but is fuckin' unexplainable, I began to wonder if grandma wasn't right." She reached up and felt the newest additions to her body. "But this shit can only be magic, nothing else. And there ain't a damn thing you can do about that."

"So you can deal with it?"

"Shit, yeah, baby!" Bethany planted her feet and gave Ellen a very pleased look. "Not only did I get my tits enlarged which is a lot in itself, thank you but now I got me a pair that's gonna get me some real money. Honey, havin' four tits is the sort of thing the Weekly World News pays like twenty-five g's to hear about! That beats having to blow some guy in a back alley for fifty.

"And, I know a guy who does a little work in porn. I mean, we're talking fetish porn with these suckers! Most of the people will think they're latex like those girls with the three inch nipples but what the fuck? If anyone does find out, I'll just tell them I had an operation.

"Shit, girl. Havin' these extra titties can be a good thing if you play it right. And this is one whore who's gonna get it while the gettin's good."

"So you're not mad?"

Bethany laughed. "Honey, if I'm mad, then we're not havin' this conversation."

Ellen hugged her. "Thanks. I didn't want to get others involved in what happened to me."

"Even though I saw you whisper in that fool's ear and tell him what to say," Bethany told her with a smile.

Remembering now, Ellen knew deep down inside that maybe she did want someone else to feel what she had to deal with. "Okay, no problem. So I owe you one."

"When I hit it big in films, I'll make you my bitch," Bethany told her, pinching her cheek. "I'm off. You want me to put in a word to this guy about you? I mean . . ." She indicated the bountifulness which was Ellen's breasts. "You and me could be somethin'."

The allure of porn wasn't something that Ellen was all that interested in at the moment. Hell, I just got turned into a prostitute, and now I should step up to porn slut? Then she remembered the address Candi had given her, and knew there was some place she should be. "I gotta run. But if I change my mind "

"I'll call you, don't worry." Bethany tightened the coat around her and spun on her heel. "See ya," she called over her shoulder. "Keep it real."

Ellen stood there in the light rain. With every move she was distinctly aware of the six breasts all crowded beneath her latex mini dress, all vying for attention all sensitive as hell and crying for sex.

She brought her hands up to her chest and in turn rubbed every breasts and nipple, enjoying the pleasure she gave to herself. He eyes closed, she turned from the street and rubbed herself into a crashing orgasm, as both vaginas contracted multiple times.

She opened her eyes, hands clutching herself in a white-knuckle death grip. A smile crossed her face, and for the first time in several months, it was genuine. "This is as real as it gets, baby," she whispered to no one in particular.