The Truth - Chapter 19

Sandra had appeared in her apartment across the hall after Jon sent his harem off to work. She went to the bathroom and checked herself out. “Finally, I can test out one of my spells,” she thought, then said, “I teleport to work I.”

And suddenly she was at her desk at work. She got up and walked to her boss' office. His secretary, Genny looked at her confused, “Hi Sandra. I didn't see you come in.”

“I'm sneaky. Jerry here yet?”

“Yes, but he doesn't want to be disturbed,” Genny replied.

“I'll be in with Jerry for a while. Hold his calls, I insist. Believe me, he has to see me right away.”

“Oh, right, he needs to see you as soon as you come in,” Genny explained.

“Okay,” Sandra said as she quickly opened the office door and entered. “Hi, Jerr.”

Jerry was a handsome man in his mid-thirties, tall and lean. He always dressed well, in well matched colors and patterns. Sandra had been hoping to score with Jerry for years since he became a widower but he would not respond to her (or anyone else's advances). Sandra had a fix for that.

“What can I do for you, Sandra?” he asked. He leaned forward in his chair, attentive as always.

“I'm quitting.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I have a better situation I'm in on the ground floor of so I have to move on.”

“I'm sorry to see you go. You do good work.” He continued into his intercom. “Genny, send in a termination package from HR.”

“Yes, sir,” came her response.

“Do you need anything from me?”

“Actually, I do,” Sandra said and she pulled her hair ribbon from her hair and her hair cascaded down. “Just sit back and enjoy this, I insist.”

His protest did not reach his mouth and Sandra proceeded to give Jerry an amazing lap dance striptease. Once she was naked, she opened his pants and released his erection. She straddled his lap and pulled his erection inside her. “I insist that you touch me. I won't bite-- hard.” His hands ran over her body inexpertly. “Fuck me back, I insist. Jerry virile Jerry.” With that command his mouth sucked and bit her nipple. He kissed her and sucked on her earlobe. His hands grabbed her by the ass and set a different pace.

At that moment the door opened and Genny walked in, “I have that paperwork...”

Sandra looked at Genny and barked, “Come in, shut and lock the door and say nothing, I insist. Don't stop, Jerry, I insist.”

Genny immediately complied. Her mouth opened and closed once.

“Believe me, Genny, watching us fuck is making you horny. You want to join us. Some people get so horny they just remove their clothes without realizing it, believe me, it happens.”

Jerry picked Sandra up and put her down on his desk so he could stand over her and really pound his dick into her.

Sandra looked back at Genny and found she was already naked and fingering herself. “Join us.” She did not even need to say “I insist.” Genny rushed over to the desk and stood behind Jerry. She pressed herself against his back and mirrored his thrusts, rubbing his chest with her hands as he climaxed inside Sandra.

Sandra's orgasm was just as powerful but she was confused when he immediately disengaged from her. She opened her eyes as the desk bumped. Genny was face down against the desk as Jerry fucked her from behind. The virility spell she had cast on Jerry was working too well.

“Don't just stand there watching,” Jerry told Sandra. “Do something useful. Shut up and crawl under here and lick my balls, I insist.”

Being compelled to do something was a familiar feeling and somehow Jerry had done just that to her. Unable to protest, she crawled underneath Jerry and licked at his balls and Genny’s pussy while they fucked.

For several minutes, quiet grunts and the slapping of flesh against flesh were the only sounds in the room. Jerry's pace picked up. Soon, he rammed his dick home and filled her pussy. With a slurping sound he pulled out and managed to ejaculate onto Sandra face.

Her shocked expression did not change as he said, “Lick me clean, I insist.”

And she did so as well as she could considering her face was covered in cum and Genny's pussy was dripping cum from above her. As she finished and before he could say anything else, she said, “Both of you get dressed without speaking, I insist.” As they did that she said, “Jerry, believe me, we finished talking and you have gone back to work. Forget anything sexual happened here today, I insist. Ignore me and Genny until we leave, I insist.”

As he finished getting dressed he righted his office chair that had been knocked down at some point. He sat down and pulled out some paperwork.

“That did not work out as I expected,” Sandra said to Genny.

Genny just looked at her expectantly.

“Forget anything sex--”, she started to say but Genny put her hand over Sandra's mouth. “What?”

Again, Genny just looked at her silently.

“Oh, I told you to say nothing. Speak freely, I insist.”

“That was fucking incredible.” She walked over to Jerry and waved her hand in front of his face to no effect. “How did you do that?” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

“Stop that.” Sandra demanded.

“I like this. You have to make it so I can make him ignore me whenever I want.”

“I don't think that would be wise. But I have a compromise. Don't interrupt, I insist.” She turned to Jerry, “Jerry, believe me periodically throughout the day when you have nothing scheduled you sometimes have an urge to receive a blowjob. When you do, page Genny and say “It's time.” Lean back in your chair and a vivid daydream about getting a blowjob from Genny will take place. Afterward, you will forget about how real it felt. If someone were to give you a blowjob during this daydream you would not realize it was for real.

“Genny, believe me, when Jerry pages you and says “It's time,” you will drop what you are doing and dismiss anyone nearby. Then you will enter Jerry's office and lock the door behind you. You will pull out his dick and give him an incredible blowjob until he comes and you swallow it all down. Then you will clean him up and leave his office. I insist. Forget what just happened, I insist.”

Genny blinked a few times, “So you won't tell me how that happened?”

“No, but you can stop by my place tonight if you want more stuff like this in your life. If I'm not home knock on my neighbor's door. His name is Jon.”

“Okay,” Genny replied dejectedly. They exited the office and Genny sat down at her desk. There was a light flashing on her phone. She picked it up and said, “Yes, Jerry.” Blankly she hung up the phone and got up again.

Sandra watched as she opened the door to Jerry's office. Through the doorway she could see Jerry was leaning back in his chair vaguely looking at the ceiling. Genny closed the door and Sandra heard the sound of it locking. With a grin she returned to her desk and started packing her things.

* * *

“After that,” Sandra continued, “I didn't see either of them again before I was escorted out by HR. I took the train back here and basically did some web surfing until you and Sarah returned from your errands.”

Jon was shaking his head, “You idiot.”

“What?”

“Do you have any idea how sloppy all those commands were? For example, if Jerry is home and feels the need for a blow job, what happens? I'll tell you. He calls Genny's cellphone and says, 'It's time.' She then finds herself trying to meet up with him to give him head. Not to mention how easy 'It's time' might be said accidentally.”

“Really?”

Sarah nodded, “And your virility spell is interesting and equally dangerous. You modeled it on Jon's dick control spell but it grants Jerry powers to control most of Jon's Harem just like Jon can. That's how he got you to shut up and lick his balls.”

“Don't be too hard on her,” Debra said, changing back to flesh. “This is typical Sandra. Jumping in headfirst without thinking. I have missed quite a lot it seems but apparently it was Jon's own unthinking spells that provided Sandra with an avenue to do her mischief.”

“That's a good point,” Jon said. “But Genny is extremely upset according to Sarah. I think we need to hear her side.”

“Genny's here?”

Jon walked to the bedroom door and said, “Genny awake Genny.” He waited for her to become alert. “Could you come into the living room?” He returned to his chair. As she entered he indicated that she should across from him at the table. “Genny, I'm Jon, this is Debra. You've already met Sarah and of course Sandra.”

Genny stepped into the room and made a beeline for Sandra. “You bitch. Do I look like a fucking cock-slut?”

Jon jumped up between them.

“What are you talking about?” Sandra asked incredulously. “When I left you, you sounded like you wanted to come here tonight and maybe get that boob job you've always wanted.”

“Boob job? Who cares about a boob job, Sandra?” Genny was fuming, totally ignoring Jon's requests to calm down.

“What happened to you?” Sarah demanded.

“Jon, I don't know you. Are you a typical male?” Genny said looking away from Sandra.

“Yes,” he replied defensively.

“How many times a day do you daydream about sex, specifically getting a blowjob?”

Jon's face twisted in shock and before he could answer Sarah said, “All the time. I'm fighting the urge say her trigger words.”

The other women looked at Sarah confused. Sarah raised her skirt revealing an erection tenting her panties from the inside.

“She's a man?” Genny asked.

“Temporarily,” Jon said. “Sandra, give Sarah some relief, I command it.”

Sandra knelt down in front of Sarah and pulled her pants down. As soon as she opened her mouth Sarah shoved her cock deep into Sandra's mouth and started fucking it hard.

“I still don't understand what you mean by temporarily.”

“Debra naked Debra,” Jon said. Her clothes vanished to both Debra and Ginny's shock.

“I really have missed a lot, haven't I?” She asked. “Should I stand up for this?”

“Perhaps,” Jon replied as she did so. “It will make it easier for her to see what happens when I say Debra shemale Debra.”

Debra's neatly trimmed bush was replaced by a cock and balls. She was semi-erect as soon as the genitalia appeared. She reached down and stroked herself. “That is incredibly familiar and completely different at the same time. Excuse me.” She said and she walked over to Sandra and lifted her ass off the ground. Soon Sandra was being fucked from both ends.

“So much for punishing Sandra,” Jon quipped.

“I want boobs.” Ginny said lifting her shirt off revealing her A-cup breasts.

“Slow down,” Jon said. “It isn't just fun and games here.”

“It isn't,” Sarah asked.

“No,” Jon said. “I'm supposed to be the boss here. Anything I tell you to do, you do. You may not always like what I demand of you but your pleasure will always outweigh your disgust. For example, Sarah and Debra, hose Sandra down with cum, I command it.” Both women pulled their dicks from Sandra and started squirting an impossible volume of cum all over her. It flowed from their cocks like a fire hose. Continuing he said, “Sandra quit her job today because she wants to spend more time here oversexed.”

“I heard that.”

“Cum solid cum.” He said and Sandra became cocooned inside the mass of cum covering her from head to toe. “Sarah female Sarah. Debra female Debra.” And just as suddenly as the cocks had appeared they disappeared.

“Only if you can handle that, can you join my harem.”

“Would I still have to suck Jerry's cock 40 times a day?”

“Perhaps with big boobs on you he would daydream about titfucking you?” Debra intervened.

“Actually, members of my harem cannot become sore because of sex. I've had a two hour blowjob and the woman's mouth did not cramp or hurt afterward at all. Likewise, their pussies are always perfectly lubricated to maximize both his and her pleasure.”

Sarah walked up to the table with a piece of paper and a normal pen.

“Where do I sign?” Ginny asked. She signed the document where indicated. “I don't feel any different.”

“Were you wet?”

“Oh, I was but now I'm not.”

“Ginny naked Ginny,” Jon interrupted and stuck a finger in her pussy and started playing with her clit.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed.

“This is what I meant about being boss. See how fast you moistened up?” Jon got up and went to his desk. “How big do you want your breasts?”

She held her arms out in front of her about a foot and giggled, saying, “Like basketballs.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes, I've always wanted a facial after a titfuck. But no one's ever been able to do the titfuck on my flat chest. One guy apologized 'but it felt like I was fucking the floorboards,' he said.”

“Okay,” he conceded. He filled out a few fields in a form and signed the paper.

Instantly breasts the size of two half basketballs appeared on Genny's chest, the areolae were bigger than a man's palm. The muscles around her shoulder blades and back also filled out or she would have fell to the floor because of the weight. Her hands were squeezing, rubbing and squishing her massive boobs as soon as she felt their weight on her chest.

“Move your hands,” Jon commanded and he pushed her backward onto the sofa and climbed onto her chest. She put her arms by her side to lift her boobs inward as he put his cock in between them. “I magic up a pretty tight titcunt.” After a few moments, he thought to himself, I'd love to do this all night long but I have to deal with a couple of dummies at the dress shop. He willed himself to orgasm and made sure to shower her face completely with his cum. She continued to orgasm after he stopped and he turned to see Sarah licking Ginny's pussy. He cocked his eyebrow as he dismounted Ginny's chest. Sarah shrugged and continued to eat out Ginny. After a few moments Ginny's body shuddered violently and she collapsed into the couch cushion.

“Irina and Tracy teleport here Irina and Tracy.”

Ginny and Debra were shocked to see two women sixty-nining, faces deep inside one another. Looking away Ginny said, “Sorry about the cushion.”

“Don't be,” Sarah replied. “Show her the fun magic.”

“Don't stop, Irina. Maybe they'll go away if we ignore them,” Tracy said as Irina began to decouple from her.

“Look up, Trace,” Irina said standing up. “There are new girls here. Hi, I'm Irina.” She continued, not offering to shake hands. “This is my partner Tracy.”

“Tracy, Irina, Debra, Sarah, Ginny and I cleaned and dressed casually Tracy, Irina, Debra, Sarah, Ginny and I. Apartment clean apartment.” Jon uttered. Everyone but Sandra was now clean and freshly dressed.

“I'm the presumably famous Debra,” Debra said offering a friendly hug to Irina who was closest to her.

“Mannequin girl,” Irina greeted Debra. “I've seen you before. In fact you’re the reason Tracy and I got roped into this here harem.”

“I am?”

“I saw Jon take you apart in the kitchen the other night and then I saw you walking down the street later. Trace and I started spying on this apartment.” Irina replied, continuing with the rest of the story and the wild shenanigans that followed. Sarah filled in the holes of how Ginny joined the group then back tracked to tell her tale.

Tracy interrupted with the question, “What happened to Master this and This Slave that?”

“Jon,” Sarah replied, overemphasizing his name, “needed my business acumen and he said he was going to so change me back once that was done. But so far, I've been my old self all day.”

“Actually, you seem just as cheerful now as you did the other night, maybe even more cheerful,” Irina noted.

“I'd say she's more sure of herself, less, um, timid,” Tracy added.

After resuming Ginny's story, Tracy asked, “Is that why Sandra is a cumsicle?”

“I need to figure out what to do with her.” Jon explained. “Let's bring this full cycle. Debra, how was standing in a window for two entire days?”

“A little boring at night. I did get a good glimpse of you leading someone on a leash wearing a ridiculous purple zentai suit Sunday night.”

“That was Sandra exploring public humiliation. That was the night I bought my lottery ticket.”

“He put me in that suit too,” Sarah said. “If I had not been fully immersed in my slave role I would have died of shame when the people walking by started groping me.”

“Why would people be groping you?”

“Because the spell causes folks to pinch and poke you as you walk down the street hobbled and entirely sealed in a Lycra zentai suit,” Jon answered. “Debra, continue please.”

“Well, there's not much to tell. Dorothy and Mira were constantly fussing and talking about me. Two of the sales girls, Tabitha, whom you met, and Rachel want to become mannequins. Rachel was joking they should stand around the store in whatever spot they last assisted a customer until another customer needs help. Then they shift back to flesh and assist the customer. When done, they freeze in place until needed again.”

“I had suggested that when I was there. I wonder if she came up with it on her own.”

“Rachel will love that,” Debra continued. “She hates standing around the store with nothing to do when no one is around. On the other hand Zoe is scared to death of the idea of becoming a mannequin. She was telling Rachel how she would prefer to be designing clothes for the mannequins not standing around like a dummy all day. I've seen her design portfolio, it's very good. Maybe she could be repurposed as a seamstress for custom clothing.”

“Does the store make enough money to stay afloat?” Sarah asked. “Sounds like it could be a money drain.”

“It's not that there aren't customers,” Debra replied. “I've seen many people walking out the door with bags in hand while I've been stationed in the window. But there are times of the day when it seems no one comes in.”

“I did a study once,” Ginny timidly interjected, though still staring down at her enormous tits. “A clothing store could close in the afternoon for an hour or two, typically around two or three o'clock, so it could stay open later. Sales after normal closing time were higher than during the mid-day closed period. You might want to study this store and see if there is a similar pattern.”

“I thought you were a secretary at work,” Jon stated.

“I am,” Ginny replied. “I'm working on a business degree in my spare time.”

Jon nodded and turned Debra, “What do you know about Mira?”

“Not much. I think she’s Dorothy's bank or silent partner. Dorothy has no rent because Mira owns the building. I think Mira just loves getting first crack at designer fashions.”

“Are they a couple?”

“I don't think so,” Debra mused. “They're drinking buddies. They seem more like the type to play wingwoman for one another if one of them is getting hit on. Mira did look up my dress one late evening after the store closed and seemed happy at the thought that I didn't react visibly when she fingered me. She said something like, 'Tell me later if this feels half as divine as I hope it does.'”

“Sounds like she wants to be fucked as a mannequin,” Irina said.

“Rigid that is possible,” Jon replied. “As a mannequin, well even if there were an anatomically correct hole it would be made of plastic.”

“Hold on, Jon,” Sarah said. “I have a spell you can try.” She pulled out a couple forms and quickly started filling them out.

“On me?” Debra asked. “Should I turn into a mannequin?”

“There's a question you don't hear too often.” Tracy joked.

Sarah nodded. “Pose in a manner that makes your crotch accessible.” Sarah explained. Once Debra was made of plastic, she added, “She should probably be naked, Jon.” And she handed the forms to Jon.

“Harem naked Harem,” he said as he read the forms over and signed them. Whatever clothing any of the women had been wearing disappeared with his utterance. “Debra flesh pussy Debra.”

The flat featureless area of Debra's crotch transformed back into Debra's normal fleshy pussy.

Jon made himself erect and dropped his pants. He entered her easily and enthusiastically. Immobile, her body was easy to maneuver into a comfortable position for a fast and eager hump. Moments later, after he  came, he pulled out of her. Turning around he saw Irina and Tracy necking. Sarah was at the desk updating some magic forms. Ginny was staring past Jon at Debra, nearly mesmerized. “She's alive?”

“And well,” Jon answered. “Touch her.”

“Her chest... it's so shiny and smooth,” Ginny ran her fingers across Debra's plastic breasts.

“Debra flesh head Debra.” Jon muttered.

“Oh, that feels nice, Ginny,” Debra purred with a throaty voice. “Do you like the feel of my body?”

Ginny just nodded as she started rubbing Debra with both hands.

“I bet you want to feel like this,” Debra stated.

Ginny nodded and looked expectantly at Jon.

He pointed downward and twirled his finger around in a circle indicating she should turn around and face Debra. Once she did, he said,. “Ginny mannequin Ginny. Debra flesh Debra. Your turn.”

A short “Oh” escaped Ginny's lips as the transformation took place.

Debra placed a hand on Ginny's sexless crotch and rubbed it vertically. “I know you’re loving that,” she added. She flicked her tongue all over Ginny's strangely large conic breasts. Then she planted a long slow kiss on Ginny's frozen mouth.

Jon immediately said, “Harem mannequin Harem.” And watched as Debra froze in place, locked in a kiss with Ginny. Satisfied he turned to look at the Irina and Tracy mannequins on the sofa also lip-locked. Several fingers of Tracy's right hand seemed to be inside Irina's smooth crotch. A strange tinkling noise brought to his attention the cum that shattered off of Sandra as she transformed into a mannequin. “Oh, well,” he said aloud for no reason. “Sandra clean Sandra. Sandra pose standing Sandra. Sarah flesh Sarah.”

Sandra's plastic and naked body suddenly was in a somewhat rigid, for a mannequin, parade rest position.

Clicking of keys sounded from the computer where Sarah continued what she was writing before becoming made of plastic.

Jon stepped over to the desk. “Let's have the staff arrive there when we do. Teleport Tabitha and Rachel to the store when we arrive. Have the rest of the staff arrive as they can, and only if they can within the next hour.”

“Okay. I'm just finishing the basic purchase contract for legal purposes. The spells for the boutique are in that stack there if you want to read them over.” Sarah replied. “I'll be ready to print the legal documents in a couple minutes now that we are free from distractions.” She winked at him. “Read this. It's a request from....” she nodded her head in Irina's direction.

Jon took the sheet of paper and read it. “That sounds cool. Tracy teleport her apartment Tracy.” He signed the sheet and Irina was transformed. He examined Irina's new form for a moment. “I hope they enjoy this. Irina teleport her apartment Irina. Tracy flesh Tracy.”

“You didn't turn the...”

“Tracy will figure it out.” He set aside the new spell and picked up the boutique spells. Like the apartment, there were spells to affect the building, spells to affect the employees, spells to affect the customers. “I like how you decided to control this stuff. Excellent idea.”

“Thank you,” Sarah replied. “I'm ready.” She finally really looked around the room. “What about them?”

“I think they want to be alone,” he joked. “Create a spell that will transform Dorothy and Mira to flesh as we open the door to the office and I'll teleport us there.” He waited until she nodded. “Sarah, Sandra and I teleport to Beed's boutique main room Sarah, Sandra and I.”