Warning, includes strong sexual themes. Intended for Adults only. All Characters are 18 or older.
The Curse
~Part two~
"Ilsa! Gwen!" Faye called as she knocked for a third time on their hand-carved wooden door. "Where are they? I don't have time for this!" She tried the handle and the door opened. She immediately walked in and looked around. From the look of things, it appeared that somebody was home. She heard voices coming from upstairs. "What are they? Deaf?" she exhaled, exasperatedly and she quickly darted up the old stairs to find them.
Faye found their room and swung open the door. "Ilsa! I tried knocking.. " and her words died on her lips. There on the bed, both naked and surprised were Ilsa and Gwen, locked in a sixty-nine position. Ilsa on the bottom with her face in Gwen's crotch, while Gwen, on top, was obviously eating-out Ilsa.
"Ayyee!" Screeched Gwen in surprise as she bounded off of Ilsa and pulled a pillow up to her flat chest. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Her eyes grew wide as she assumed that the woman standing in front of her was nobility. "Uh.. I mean, I'm sorry mistress.. We didn't know you would be stopping by. Please forgive our unseemliness." And she elbowed IIsa to get her to sit up and act proper.
"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!" giggled Faye. "I knew old Potiphar forced you together, but I never thought you'd keep it up after he was gone!" She laughed out loud.
"What? Wait?... Faye?" Ilsa squinted at her across the room. "Is that you?"
"Of course it isn't, Ilsa!" whispered Gwen, "there isn't a single pretty thing about Faye and just look at this lady's bustline!" In a louder voice she politely said, "Uh, If it pleases the mistress, um.. Could we inquire what business you need.. And uh.. Wait.. why are you in our house again?"
Faye had taken scissors to her frumpy dress and cut the top low enough to show just the tops of her new plump girls. The dress was still tight enough to trap her boobs and force them to bulge up a little. As an added measure, she had laced the back as tight as possible to make sure the outline of her figure could be seen.
"Do you like them, Gwen! I knew you'd be jealous! But you both need to get dressed and come with me. I don't know if the magic will work on you, but you need to come help me with him. We can't let him get away!"
"What?" said Gwen, a little less sure of herself. "Mistress.. Perhaps you are related to Faye in some way.. Which would explain the resemblance... but you jest, surely you can't be her.. you are far too pretty, you have breasts and plus, Faye stutters."
"Not anymore!" chirped Faye. "C'mon you two.. We don't have all day. He's going to wake up soon and we can't let him get away. I need both of you to help me. Plus, if the magic works on you.. Wouldn't you like to have some boobs like me?" She reached up and squeezed them and shook them a little.. Showing them off.
Ilsa sat straight up, suddenly interested. "Magic boobs? What magic? Who are you talking about?" Ilsa had always been a bit slow.
"Cham! You ninnies! He's back and he's changed. That cursed cock ring that the sorceress put on him has turned him into some sort of huge sex stud - you should see his cock! But there's something wrong with his mind, he can't hardly remember anything and he seems a little dense. We just had sex for over an hour and his cum has magic powers or something... I mean, look at me! I'm not ugly anymore!"
"Wait," chirped Gwen.. "you are Faye aren't you! Well I'll be! Ha! Found some rogue magic that finally worked, did you?" Her demeanor changed immediately as she slipped back into her skeptical bitchy self. "Too bad you're still short!" Finally admitting that this, indeed, was Faye.
"So what? I happen to like being short," she grinned, "it makes the men seem so much bigger! Would you two quit clowning around and get dressed! I told you, I need help! Do you want to see him or not?"
Ilsa popped right out of bed and started getting dressed. She was kind of tall and skinny as a rail, she looked underfed and skeletal. You could see her ribs and shoulder bones. She was definitely flat and featureless, her almost white blonde hair was cut in a bob and her face was gaunt and all sharp angles. Her eyes were kind of sunk in and she had dark circles under her eyes and her nose was way too big. But the worst part was her teeth, she looked sort of like a horse, her oversized teeth and pronounced overbite made it so that she couldn't close her mouth without her teeth sticking out.
Gwen finally stopped complaining and also got dressed, grumbling the whole time. Gwen was shorter, but still quite a bit taller than Faye. She was also thin but not as skinny as Ilsa.. Potipher did like his girls that way. Gwen wasn't quite as skeletal as Ilsa, instead, she had a figure like a young teenage boy. Flat and undeveloped, with hardly a drop of fat on her body. Her hair was dark brown and hung in a stringy, unkempt mop that was about shoulder length. Of the three, Gwen was the prettiest, though, not by much, even though her hair looked ragged and unkempt. Her face was plain but she had a ton of freckles and she was missing a couple of teeth.
Ilsa kept asking questions as the three of them hurried back down the lane to Faye's house.
"Why did you have sex with him, Faye?"
"I don't know.. He was.. Is.. so attractive.. I couldn't help myself.. It's like he.. You'll see... And you should see his cock, it's enormous."
"Whatever, Faye!" spoke Gwen, "You shouldn't lie about such things."
Faye shrugged, "you'll see," she said quietly.
"I want big boobs like yours Faye" said Ilsa, "if I have sex with him, will I get boobs like yours?"