Notes:
All subjects are 18 or over.
This is not real. However, as before, if you find any working sex magic or real satyrs, please contact me.
There is some nonconsensual sex in this chapter that goes beyond mind.
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The week after the weekend I spent at the Krass house was pretty chill. I was suddenly populare, with all of the girls from the sleepover acknowledging me and chatting me up. Erin kept hinting that she wanted to "talk about our relationship" but I always had someplace else to be, so we weren't exactly in the same place most of the time. We had the one class where I'd met her, but that was it. She did, however, to my delight, start wearing tighter clothes and shorter dresses, looking more and more slutty, apparently to impress me. She also kept changing her hair -- up, down, pigtails, ponytail, I guess trying to find what would work for me. Still, I didn't like the way she stalked me; I wanted to get with other girls too.
Cherry was a completely changed girl. The mousy, religious, prudish redhead was still quiet, but in a very loud way. The extra body and curls in her fiery red hair led to a variety of hairstyles that she told me took like two minutes to put together. She often couldn't control her hair so she just kind of shoved it around and put a clip in it and came to school where the chaotic do just said, "HAIR!" People noticed. She'd grown a cup size the night of the slumber party, giving the petite drill team member decent size tits, a solid C cup, and she'd gone up a women's dress size in her ass and thighs while her waist remained slim. The now curvy redhead told me she now looked more like her mom. She hadn't had a chance to buy a new wardrobe so her clothes were so tight they were almost scandalous. Because she pulled out her more slutty clothes, she ended up in the dean's office a couple of times. Her half shirts barely covered the tits they seemed to be glued to and her shorts rode so far up her ass was sticking out while they also gave her a camel toe.
The redhead just kind of lounged near me when it was convenient. We didn't really talk but I knew where she was, roughly, relative to me, pretty much all the time. When she wasn't near me, she was at home, which I kind of offhandedly triangulated one day when mom was driving me around. At school, she would lean back against the wall next to me, knee bent so one foot could brace on the wall, holding her books in front of her under her now oversized tits, staring at the crowd go by. I thought of her like my dog, endlessly loyal and totally taken for granted. She seemed to accept that role, doing little things to help me, while also asking for little tips on how to dress or look sexier. If I was a monster of violent sexual energy, she was my adoring slave.
Erin, dying to please me, got me into one of her classmate's birthday parties that Friday. "Skip" Cod was a short blonde kid about Erin's and Cherry's age and his parents were rich. We had all been surprised when he didn't go off to an expensive private college and I had yet to find out why not. All the cool kids were going to his party, which, since I was a college freshman, didn't include me until Erin invited me. The five of us arrived as a posse. I was dressed in jeans and a concert t-shirt. I had Cherry dressed in a green smock, a one-piece garment with no sleeves and a bottom like shorts. Her tits pushed it out so you could see the pink bra underneath through the armholes and her curvy butt was coming out the bottom. It buttoned up the front and had a belt so she could pull the waist extra tight. She had left it unbuttoned low enough to show the pink clasp of her bra in front and, if you stuck your face between her tits, you would see the fine red hairs that had appeared on her chest.
Erin and Erika had taken me shopping for their clothes. I had made both of them lean into their drill team memberness with their hair, the thick black locks pulled back into curly ponytails held in place with a ribbon, red for Erin and blue for Erika. They each had on a halter top, basically a stretchy tube that covered their torso and tits but left their belly and shoulders bare, the garments once again red for Erin and blue for Erika. They both wore white denim miniskirts, just barely covering their butts and keds to finish out the cheerleader/drill team look. Brian, Erika's boyfriend, was a dour six-foot-high school football player with his own crop of thick, curly black hair. Our college wasn't particularly big in sports so, while he was big, he wasn't gargantuan. The jock was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and his letterman's jacket.
We walked into Skip's front door and the living room. There were some people milling about. Stairs led up to the second floor that had like a bridge that went over the foyer. The five of us looked around, exuding sexy and cool, and I felt drawn through the dining room and into the main floor office. Cherry followed me silently but the other members of our group looked for people they knew. In the office, squatting down looking at board games, was a figure I recognized. She had blonde hair cut in a bob length and was tall when, possibly feeling my presence, she stood and turned to face me. "Joe!" she said delightedly, her face opening up in a smile.
"Mary," I said. "I might have known it was you." I had met the college sophomore at a camp the previous summer. Despite being in college, she had grown since then. Her tits and hips had expanded. She was wearing a tight tank top that showed the contours of her bra and her hard nipples while her bra straps were also visible above. Her jeans were tight as a second skin.
"You just got here?" Mary asked. "I felt your presence, I think." She paused, both of us recalling the sexual, almost magical, energy of our summer hookup. "What's happening to us?"
I sat on the edge of the desk while Cherry leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed, guarding, escorting, or something, the two of us. "I'm going through...something. Some real physical changes."
"Hah!" Mary scoffed. "Some would call that puberty."
I smirked. "I've been done with that for awhile."
"It's like I can't help but seduce people," Mary continued. "And, sometimes, when I'm done, if it's a guy, I have to hurt him. I punched one guy in the face," she said, manipulating her wrist, "for no reason."
"Yeah, um," I stammered, looking at Cherry. She just looked back at me levelly. "I seem to be a sex-crazed lunatic and, once, I became violent and while, um, raping Cherry, grew horns and teeth."
Cherry finally spoke. "Yeah, he bit and gouged me." She pulled aside her bra on both sides to show the healing bite and gouge marks. "Teeth, horns, kind of hairy too. Changed me." I must have looked apprehensive because she smiled. "It was for the better. I see life through a much more positive lens now, though I do get impatient about my newer, expanded needs." The three of us were in silence for a minute.
"I walked into a tree," Mary said.
"Did it hurt?" I finally asked, not really understanding.
"No, I mean I walked into it. It looked like a nice house from the inside and then I walked out and it was a solid tree again."
"I can run naked through the forest and nobody will see me or remember me if they do."
"What's happening to us?" she asked again.
"I think I'm becoming a satyr, a creature from ancient Greek and Roman myth."
"Well, that makes sense. I think I'm becoming a nymph."
"Could be a Bacchae."
