Rosemary lay on her back, one hand idly fingering her clit, her head cushioned by one of Charlotte's immense boobs. It felt so delightful, squishy and firm like a warm waterbed. She was beginning to admit that the changes which they were undergoing were not necessarily bad. Charlie as a human Barbie looked absolutely ravishing and the thought that she too might be becoming a living doll was making her feel so horny.
No it was not so much the physical changes that worried her now as the thought that their personalities might also be affected. Rosemary had always been the more repressed of the two. They had always been close but there had never been any sexual attraction previously.. Had the bangles changed their inclinations or had they just served as a means of revealing desires they had been too uptight to admit before? After all, she hadn't turned into a lesbian had she? She didn't think she was that turned on by any of her other girlfriends, whilst memories of past boyfriends, and one in particular, could still make her wet.
What was far more worrying was the fear that the anklets might be making them dumber. Charlotte had a razor sharp brain, but today she seemed so ditzy. Was it a permanent change or was it the stress of trying to understand what was happening to them?
Charlotte's brow was furrowed and her pert little nose was screwed up in deep thought. "You know Rosie, we're not doing this right. We're not smart enough to work out these bangles. It could take forever to read these squiggles. We should ask Professor Dessad."
"That lech?" Said Rosemary, her heart sinking, but then bursting with joy. There was a brain still inside her friend's beautiful head. The professor was a world famous authority on ancient eastern religions and could read Sanskrit and other associated languages. And he was right here on the Fuckinham University campus. She kissed Charlotte full and hard on her lips. "Oh Charlie, you're an absolute genius!"
"Yeah, and cute too." Said Charlotte returning the kiss.
Neither could help it. Time was of the essence if they were to stop the changes but their lust controlled all. Their tongues entwined, one hand fondled the other's breasts whilst the other massaged their clits into yet another intense orgasm.
Once they had got their breath back they sheepishly got dressed and left the room hand in hand.
The professor seemed to Rosemary to be somehow subtly different. Taller, broader, his hair thicker and less greasy, more... well more manly. What they had to say now seemed so ridiculous that it took some time to tell, but finally she managed to reveal all the events and her fears.
"So you reckon theses bangles are capable of changing your bodies. This seems rather unlikely. Perhaps you should show me how you've changed."
"No Charlie!" Rosemary put out a restraining hand as her friend stood up and was about to remove her singlet. She was furious. "Professor you've already seen quite enough to bear us out."
He looked quite sheepish. "Well perhaps. Could you show me the bangle then?"
Charlotte placed her leg on his desk, once again revealing far more than a bracelet. "Professor, do you know what this is for?"
Rosemary cringed, waiting for the smartarse reply as the professor's gaze travelled up the straightened leg but manfully Dessad resisted the temptation.
"Well one of them is a charm bracelet."
Rosemary felt quite let down. So was this only a cheap trinket? "But is it possible for something like this to have these effects?"
"Undoubtedly it once could. I have seen others like this although none so old. I think it is probably ancient Sumerian and you have to realise that in such a society magic was an essential part of their culture. The universal belief in the possibility of its effects could make those events a probability. Nowadays of course we are all too rational to admit that some things are unexplainable, but who knows what might happen in the presence of something such as this which has been so deeply infused in the old sorcery?"
"But how does it work?"
"Well, the bracelet is the manifestation of a wish or strong desire to change something or someone. Whoever wanted to control someone would wear a bracelet on their left wrist. The person being controlled would wear it on the left leg. Vestiges of these customs remain today. Charm bracelets are worn on the wrist, slave bangles on the ankle."
The two girls looked nervously at each other and at their anklets. Slavery had an ominous ring.
"So how can we remove them?"
"You can't, unless of course you were to cut off your foot. But even that would only stop further changes. It would not reverse what has already happened. To do that you would have to reverse the spell."
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"Yes. The bracelet is only the channel between the humans and whatever god is going to affect the changes. The spell is like a contract that lists the desires of the controller. It has to be read out in the presence of the controlled. Ideally the more times the better."
Rosemary continued to look puzzled. "Professor, I think I would have noticed if some ancient Sumerian warlock kept on coming up to me in the street spouting mumbo jumbo."
"Of course, but you have to remember that in those days face to face was the only option. Nowadays it would be possible for a spell to be transmitted remotely. On a DVD perhaps, or as a voicemail, or even online via email or a website. Most spells would contain a clause whereby the controlled would forget that they had heard it once it had been read."
The girls gripped each other tightly in fear. They were close to tears. "So we have to find someone we are unaware of and get them to remove a spell of which we have no knowledge?"
"Don't worry my dears. There is always a loophole. I guess the gods thought it unsporting if there wasn't a get out clause. If we can translate the wording on the bracelets then we will be a long way towards solving and perhaps negating the spell. It will not be easy though as our knowledge of this old a language is skimpy. Let me consult a few of my colleagues and then I can come back to you."
Rosemary was still concerned. "We don't have much time left. We are changed whenever we fall asleep. Professor I'm really really worried. Can this spell affect our intelligence?"
Dessad chuckled and lightly tweaked her left tit. "Oh I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about that. Why don't you two run off to your rooms and let us eggheads work it out for you?"
Rosemary felt a flood of gratitude that the professor was prepared to help two bimbos like themselves. "Oh thank you so much sir." She stood and kissed him chastely on the cheek, quite unaware that she was also massaging his cock.
The professor laughed and the girls squealed when he patted each glorious bum as they turned to leave. They left giggling, so relieved that at last they had someone to look after them.
Both girls sighed their relief once they'd removed their clothes in Charlotte's room. It was so much nicer to be naked like they always were inside. Charlotte's laptop chimed. She clapped her hands together to see a notification from their favourite website and logged on.
"Oh this site is so cool" sighed Charlotte.
"Yeah, its so cool...and so pink."
"Yeah its so pink...and so cool."
They squeezed together on the one stool and stared open mouthed at the screen. It had been a long and stressful day however and they soon found their eyelids drooping. After a few minutes both were deeply asleep, their arms round each other and their heads resting together.
Some hours later Rosie was wakened by the ringing of her phone.
"Hi, its Professor Dessad. I'm sorry its so late but I've managed to get a group together and we've made some progress. Can you come round to meet us?"
