All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"Darn, darn, darn." Jessica shivered and turned off the frigid water. "I'm fine, Hailey. Just singing in the shower." She pressed her lips together and stepped out of the shower, goosebumps rising all over her skin. Her body moved awkwardly, but she willfully ignored the strange sensations as she reached for a towel.
"Weird singing, Mom. Really weird." Hailey shrugged on the other side of the door. "Anyway... I'm going over to Melanie's house for a while. I'll be back for dinner."
"Sure... have fun, honey." Jessica's mind raced. She'd have the house to herself now. Maybe when she went back to the painting, the Palmers would be there. Really there, on this side of the canvas.
"Bye, Mom." Hailey went back to her room, stuffed her bong and part of her stash into her backpack, and left the house.
Jessica dried off slowly. It took a minute for her mind to focus on what was wrong. She tentatively felt one of her breasts. She felt the other one, dropped her towel, and screamed. "What the heck... what the heck?" She stared down at herself with wide eyes. She had always had boobs that were bigger than most. She had thought of them as a burden, until Andrew had said how much he enjoyed their size. After that, she carried them with a sense of pride. But now... now... her boobs would clearly be a burden again. They were humongous. "What... happened?" She thought about the heat. It had been in her boobs, hips, and vagina. She carefully stepped in front of the mirror and stared in horror. "I'm an effing joke. Insane... not possible..."
Wider hips were paired with her unchanged waist, and the proportions were just... wrong. Jessica turned a little and gave another shriek. "My butt!" She's always had a round bottom, but now it curved much more dramatically. "How is this even... possible? It's not... not possible. I'm dreaming." A chill went down her spine. She knew she wasn't asleep.
The deal. She agreed to that mumbo jumbo about asking and receiving the Devil. Why had she been so stupid? The Devil always made terrible deals. She had let her peaking hormones speak for her.
Rushing to the closet, she pulled on a pair of panties and tried to wiggle into her favorite pair of jeans. She couldn't get them buttoned. Not even close. Her new breasts bounced wildly as she worked. She gave up on the jeans and went to put on a bra. Then, another... and another... After the fifth bra, she realized that a good part of her wardrobe was obsolete. Jittery anxiety raced through her nerves. She could taste bile at the back of her throat. "How am I supposed to hide this?" She threw on a loose-fitting dress and looked at herself in the mirror. It was clear that she was a different woman. "Forget this. Change me back." She raced out of the closet. "Change me back!"
The office was dark and empty when she entered. The painting held its subjects in their familiar positions. Although, as she looked at it, she thought Frederick was maybe even farther from his family than he'd been before. She marched up to the painting and stood before it with clenched fists. "Come out here right now." Jessica stamped her foot. "Change me back! Hello? I know you can hear me." The muscles in her shoulders bunched. "I look and feel ridiculous. My clothes are worthless. Change... me... back!"
The painting did nothing. Eloise didn't change her pose on the chair, her face locked in an enigmatic smile. Thomas stood protectively next to his mother, a placid smile on his face.
"Please... you can't... I can't..." Jessica broke down into tears. "My husband... will wonder what happened... to me." She turned from the painting, and plodded back to her bedroom. She slumped onto the bed, looking at the ceiling. The ungainly weight of her breasts pressed on her chest and shifted to the sides. She cursed the trick that had been played on her and her own stupidity for falling for it.
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"I kneed him in the balls and got the hell out of there." Samantha sat on a dilapidated bench between the overgrown bushes behind the gym. It was third period. She hardly ever cut class, but circumstances seemed to call for it. "And I... I..." She wanted to tell Noah that she'd
wanted
to kiss her brother. Or a part of her did. But she couldn't admit such a horrible thing.
"This is going to sound crazy..." Noah's hands trembled. He sat on the other end of the bench and stared at his friend.
"Crazier than my brother kissing me? Or your mom kissing you? Perfect Mrs. Reader doing something that...?" She scrunched her face in disgust.
"I don't think it's my mom's fault. It's the painting. And the painting showed me that you would kiss Eddie. And that Kathy would be out running last night. And... something really strange with Paul Botti." Noah took a deep breath. He was talking so fast he'd forgotten to breathe.
"The painting showed you?" Samantha shook her head.
"In a dream. Eloise Palmer, the lady in the painting, came into my dream and rescued me from... something evil. Then we walked past a bunch of windows and I saw those things, Sam." He watched his friend, waiting for her to tell him that he was just dreaming. Or that he really had gone crazy.
"Well, Eddie did kiss me. Tell me everything from the dream. Maybe we can use this." Samantha sat back and listened.
The only part Noah omitted was the breasts he nuzzled after they caught his fall. He told her everything else. Even the part where he caught a glimpse of Paul's gargantuan, twisting dick.
"Daaaaammmmnnnnnnnnn." Samantha stared at him. "Okay... okay... so we have to see if Eddie was just a coincidence. If the other two things are true... hhhmmmmmm... maybe we can use this. Painting Lady might be able to tell us what's actually going on."
"Right." Noah hadn't thought of that. Mostly because Eloise didn't give off the vibe that she'd be into helping them stop whatever was happening.
"I'm going to text Kathy." Samantha pulled her phone from her backpack and went to work.
Noah silently watched her. She looked different somehow. It wasn't her clothes. He'd seen her wear them before, but something about her top seemed wrong to him.
"Kathy says that she was sleepwalking outside last night, came in with her pajamas torn, and now her parents think she's on drugs." Samantha looked up with concern in her eyes. "It sounds like what you saw."
"Poor Kathy. Is she okay?" Noah's blood froze. He'd seen her running on all fours. Was that what she'd been doing? Was she turning into an animal? Could he get the truth out of her? He was sure of only one answer, Kathy wouldn't confide anything like that to them.
"You know her, she made a joke out of it." Samantha put her phone away. "But it's not funny. We need to figure this out and stop this before something really bad happens." An uncontrollable shiver seized here at the memory of the excitement that accompanied her brother's aggressive tongue. She thought about how strange her mom had been acting and wondered if it wasn't already too late.
Seeing her shiver, Noah placed what was different about his friend. She had boobs. Well, she'd always had boobs, but the ones stretching her shirt were bigger than he remembered. He almost asked her about it, but thought better of it. Things were crazy but hadn't yet reached the level of insanity required to ask a woman about her breasts.
The bell rang in the distance. Samantha glanced over her shoulder and back to Noah. "I don't want to go home tonight. Can I stay at your place?"
