Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. By Xbanero 2011 xbanero@yahoo.com tags: SciFi, latex, FF/m, strapon (sorry for the horrible style, maybe I'll fix it lately, I also promise I will leave party theme for a while) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- 17. The Curse. "Hey guys, are gonna drink with me today? I've just went thru my mail, and guess what? They've taken me to the law school!" Monica got always enough attention. And didn't bother to hang out with the other girls. She loved the presence of boys around her. And noone had wondered they always been around, because this 6ft and 2inches tall beautiful blonde with a fashion model figure was a total nympho. Since her sixteen she had a three guys in a week minimum. Strange thing was that none of them was jealous about another. They were rather happy to let the oar to another boatman. Every night spent in her bed was like swimming across the LaManche twice. But this story is was about to change... well a little. Then the glasses clinked and the the rounds of shots were endless. In the middle of the hilarity Monica stood on the table, wobbling a little and said "Guys, I need something from you... tonight's a special show going on in the next town, I need someone to drive me there... ummm... and back." People looked into the eyes of the closest person, hoping that he will be that sort of suicidal case. "I see you are all fine gentlemen, loyal to their lady, isn't it? Sigh..." Maybe she'd get over it, everybody had in mind. But then, as always, someone is picked by the knife of natural selection, Nicholas, who stood behind her accidentally dropped his glass which slipped between his fingers and crashed on the floor. Gary who stood next to him moved aside to avoid stepping into shards. But Gary was a hunk with an H (that weighed two hundred and forty pounds). He just "brushed" against the corner of the table and she fell. Into Nicks arms. "Hey Nick!" Her carnivorous smile in such proximity was well known to him, he was a thousand something in her list, two years ago. She sniffed. "Hmm nice cologne. What have you been drinking?. Can't smell any booze!" Everybody happily booed to the unlucky one. "So you have been eagerly waiting to be my chaffeur tonight? How sweet." Nick's face got red. He was trapped. How could he tell her he was about to see someone, who apparently knew her (who didn't?) and as every girl in town had Monica on her blacklist. "Shit! I'll text her. This is a no-win situation. Maybe there will be no bummer and they'll be back soon..." went on the backside of his skull. And the long deep kiss was broken by a wet pop, her tippy tongue rolled up in her mouth in a sexiest way imaginable. "Thank you, my savior." "Of course, how else it could be, damn..." another quiet line went thru the darkness of Nick's mind, while the whole company bursted in glee, whistling... and drinking. Monica waited no more, she quickly jumped on the floor, took his hand a pulled him to the door. "I didn't realized we have to leave right now. Sorry. Bye guys." She picked her and Nick's coat (she was unbealievable in that) and then they left. "Monica, why are you doing this to me?" "Doing what?" Her stillettos clicked alongside, while she watched him laughingly. Her pouting glossy lips reflected in the streetlights. "Look Nick, I don't do this to you, but to everybody, you were just less lucky. And I am really glad that you are sober. I promise we'll get back soon." "And what kind of show is that." "Eeer... a fashion show. But the rare one." "Okay..." She was right, it was special. In fact it was a row of three shows, most of them latex clothing of the best brands (as Monica told him). The last one was a little BDSM oriented, some gear and little whipping, nothing heavy, you may see something like that on tv. But unlike for Nick, it was a great turn-on for her. She watched it all with her eyes widened. Especially last scene, where was a woman sporting a formidabble strap-on dildo attached to her catsuit without visible harness. It was alike her own penis. Disgusting. But not for everybody. Show ended at nine thirty sharp. Nick felt relieve when they went back to the car. He was afraid of mixing with the other people, some of them looked pretty scary. "So Nick, you may be happy, I'll release you soon. Did you like at least something you saw?" "I'am positively not into that, and you know it. But I never know that you are." "Well, it's pretty new to me also, but I am getting into it." "Yeah, I saw it." "What do you mean?" "May I say F-A-S-C-I-N-A-T-E-D ?" "That's cute word for what I felt. But thanks for being polite." "Hey, have you seen that?" "What?" "There at the end of parking lot!" Very uggly neon sign said "Sibyll, the fortune-teller." "You have to be kidding me." "Noooo nick, please, I have never been there, I want to try..." "It's always the same with her.Everything goes fine, but then she's starting with THAT stupid ideas. I'm toast..." another deaf line went thru his mind. Nick just shrugged. "Okay, I'll wait here. Nono, no kissing, go go go..." He pushed her sweet firm ass, motioning her to the entrance. Inside was a dim light and a strange mixture of burnt herbs and fragrances she didn't know thick in the air. At the small table sat old woman who was apparently blind. Her long silvery hair cascaded down to the ground. "Hello young lady, what do you seek here? Are you missing something? Do you want to change your life, or just to know what will come?" "Hello, ehm, I am not sure, change... well... what do you recommend?" "Is there anything you are craving for? Is there anything you can't be without? Is it unspeakable? Should I look for myself..." Monica flinched as the woman tried to reach her hand. "Hey. Not so fast, I am not sure if I want someone to peek into my mind." "But my dear, I start to feel there is no other way." Monica put her hand back reluctantly. Woman's hands were surprisingly soft and silky. She examined her palms, her fingers danced around. Then she stopped. "All I can see is fog, you are very confused. Try to calm down and concentrate at one thing that bothers you most. I will now try to go deeper. Take a breath and close your eyes." Her palm pressed against her and for a moment Monica felt something like electrical current in the tips of her fingers. In the reddy darkness behind her eyes appeared light. And in the light stood the woman, but much much younger. "Hello Monica. I might say I am a little bit angry for your dirty wish. You will be given that powers, so you can live your little dream. But everything has the price. Once you'll start changing, the great hunger will be unleashed and only way to get back is to be FULLY satisfied. You will soon find out what I mean. I wish you won't get yourself hurt. Be careful." The light faded. "Open your eyes." Woman before her was shaking a little bit. "You have heard everything you needed to know." Monica was scared and excited at once. She threw fifty dollars into a small bowl. "Thank you." "And you should know the curse is unbreakable, you will remain this way until the very end." "Good Bye." Monica closed door behind her. "Are you okay? You look so pale..." asked Nick, waiting outside. "I think I am, it's just a headache." After couple of minutes she asked him to stop at the gas station. She was ready to throw up. She felt her body changing from inside, which started to bother her a lot. What if the old lady lied. What if she's dying? She ran to the bathroom at end of hallway and locked herself up. Everything got better right after she emptied her stomach. She cursed all the booze she drunk this day. She looked in the mirror. Her eyes were different, turned dark blue. She undressed and started to look for other changes. Her inner pussylips turned glossy black, same as her fingernails. She stood before the mirror couple of minutes and found no further changes at all. "It has stopped." she thought for herself. "For some time". "Please drive me home as soon as possible, I don't feel well." Nick felt the urgency in her voice. "Should I take you to the hospital?" Monica hesitated. "No, it's okay. Just drunk a little bit." Nick tried to speed up a little, while Monica felt the changes taking advantage underneath her clothes. She was so eager to look... "And here we are." Nick had the unpleasant feeling he'll have to cross the line. "Do you want me to help you upstairs?" "No, thanx, I am fine." "YESSS!" two thumbs up appeared in his mind. He started the engine... then she turned around. "You know I see it that way I should make you at least coffee or something and I'd be glad if you stay awhile, still dunno If I shouldn't see a doctor..." Small dark cloud started to pour rain over nicks mind. He sighed, stopped engine again and got out. Upstairs she headed directly to the bathroom. "Please have a seat meanwhile, I'm back in a minute. Nick was enjoying his dejavu, before his eyes started to dance painkiller pills. But what he saw then just took his breath. Monica came in completely naked, her body was covered by black shiny patches. "O my, what's that?" Monica thought the true will be at least less credible. "I am afraid it's a curse." "Are you kidding me? You mean the fortuneteller was the witch?" Nick burst out laughing. "Now seriously. Is that a bodypaint?" Monica sighed. "Look" she put her index finger between her shiny black pussylips. The patches started to grow. Nicks eyes widened. "Okay, I buy it. What you want to do now?" The woman said I should come to turn back to normal. "No.Nononono. I said it was the last time and that's final. Good try." Monica sat besides him on the couch and started to cry. "I seriously need it, please, just once." Nick was framed. Again. She already knew that look.She dropped to her knees, unbuckling his belt, unzipped his pants and took them off, then she unbuttoned the shirt. She already felt her juices running. And her change speeded up enormously. In couple of seconds her skin from neck to toe looked like shiny black rubber, and she smelled the same way. "No, don't touch it, especially with that rubber hands of yours..." Too late. Monica already took his penis in her mouth. He had to admit she got much better after these two years. She quickly destroyed last remnants of his defense. He licked her pussy when she pleaded, nearly making her come. But then she squated on his bomber, taking it all the way. It was marvelous feeling. For both of them. But for Monica, she just saw sparkles in that moment. Her rubber skin made her horny and sensitive as hell. She was sitting on him,slowly wriggling her hips, examining his eyes. Nick started to feel unpleasant hypnotizing tint in her look. He stopped to think, just continued in his male duty. She maneuvered him in many positions, using him more like a toy. Even she put him in her ass, just like that, without discussions completely unlike before. She let him cum inside her, squeezing him like lemon. Monica started to feel something was wrong. She came numerous times, but with no effect on her new skin. Nick was again tired to death, she won't hold him much longer. Then her eyes wandered around and catched his perfect sexy ass. And something inside started to change. Now she felt the hunger the fortuneteller mentioned. She wanted to explore it, stuff it, own it. And then miraculously appeared huge black latex penis on her pubic mound. Nicholas saw it with the margin of his view and jumped up, backing to the door. "W-w-what is it Mon?" She cocked her head and smirked. "How does it look like? A bike? I don't think so..." "But why me, did I do something wrong? I think I don't deserve this." He already knew she will do it. "You've been just in wrong place at wrong time, that's all. By the way you have been couple times in my ass. You actually might like it. But cut the shit. I WANT TO FUCK!" She grabbed his hair and tore him down. "Lick my fucking boot!" Nick didn't notice she had any before when she came from bathroom. Now she was towering on seven inches heels, making every man around her look like a dwarf. And her voice was different. It was soft but strong, stuffing his head with urgency to fulfill her every wish. And therefore he started to worship her boots. She pulled him up on his knees. The reversed scenario had it all. Even her comments to his efforts resembled his own. But the difference was, that her monstrous member reached merely his stomach when she pushed it down his throat. After while she got him on all fours and started a wild ride that lasted more than hour. She thoroughly examined every inch of his rectum, couple times she changed position just for fun. But then she felt that massive release building in her loins, her whole body relaxed like the leppard preparing to jump. Her first penile orgasm flooded her body. The flood came also into nicks bowels. She was just fucking him missionary when she notice his belly started to bulge. And when she pulled her cock out the thick sperm was still spurting out of it. "The cum! She just filled this guy with her own jism!" flashed thru her head. Her own skin or something that looked like that quickly replaced black latex. The cock disappeared. "Thank you Nick for the help. I am back to normal. She gave him a kiss." "Now take a shower, you look very messy." He returned clean and dressed, ready to go home. His ass was sore and he had a lot of things to think about. "So, Monica, you owe me one. Going to sleep. Bye." "Not so quickly." Se was lightning fast, snaked behind him and blocked the door. "What?" "You are not going anywhere anymore, SLAVE." Her fingers touched his temples and he collapsed to the door. Then she picked up her phone and called his parents that they are together again and Nick's moving to her. ...