Sorry for the delay, everyone. Doing some major editing and formatting and being sick to boot makes me not feeling like doing shi-, er, anything. A big thank you to those still interested in my stories. While they may never go to print, it means a lot to know that people are interested in them. And now, back to the story!!
~Ghost~
Chapter Four
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Felicity woke up entangled in a sea of flesh. She peeled her eyes open to see Kayla lying next to her on her right as she snuggled into her side, one leg over her hips and right arm over her tiny breasts.
She turned her head to her left and saw Shannon still lying on top of Rig, both of them dead to the world. Rig’s right hand was lying atop Kayla’s thigh as he slept. Shannon’s left hand was entwined in her own.
She heard a slight groan from the other side of the couple and smiled, knowing that Jasmine was waking up. Her bladder suddenly knocked on the door of her abdomen, letting her know it desperately needed release. She gingerly extricated herself from the aftermath of last night’s orgy and crawled off the end of the bed. On unsteady legs, she made her way to the bathroom.
She looked up just as she was finishing to see Jasmine coming in. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she sauntered over and gave the brown-eyed nurse a soft kiss on the lips before switching places with her.
“What time is it?” Felicity croaked out the question as she went to wash her hands and rinse out her mouth. It was as dry as the desert sand.
“No idea,” Jasmine croaked in reply. “The sun’s not up yet, so it must be early, though.”
“Were there any toothbrushes in the supplies we brought in yesterday?” Felicity asked, grimacing. “I desperately need to brush my teeth.”
“I think so,” Jasmine answered. “Look in the box in the other bathroom.”
Felicity walked back into Rig’s bedroom and beheld the sight on the bed. Shannon was spread-eagle face down on top of Rig, legs down the sides of his thighs, feet under and between his knees. She looked at the doctor’s sex and couldn’t help but grin. Rig was still semi-hard and almost all the way inside Shannon’s pussy. She could only imagine how the good doctor would feel when she woke up. Her pussy was so red you would have thought it was sunburned and Rig’s cum, hours later, was still slowly oozing like lava out of Shannon’s pussy.
Kayla began to stir, so Felicity crawled onto the bed next to her and ran her hand gently down the bartender’s cheek, pulling her from her slumber. Kayla’s eyes fluttered open slowly and focused on Felicity.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Felicity whispered, kissing her softly on her cheek.
Kayla groaned and stretched, yawning widely as she asked, “What time is it?”
Felicity looked at the clock on the bedside table. “Five-thirty.”
Kayla looked over at Rig and Shannon. She blinked before looking back up at Felicity. “So, it worked, then?”
Felicity nodded. “It would appear so.” They heard the toilet flush and then water running. “Jasmine,” Felicity said in answer to Kayla’s raised eyebrow. “Must be getting in the shower. I think I’m gonna go join her. Wanna come?”
Kayla shook her head. “I’m gonna go use the other bathroom, then check on Brittany.”
“Would you bring a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste with you when you come back?” Felicity asked.
Kayla nodded. “Sure. Anything else?”
“I think I saw a couple of sodas in the fridge.”
Kayla nodded again as she got out of bed. As she went to leave, she looked at Rig and Shannon. “We just gonna leave them like that?” She grinned at the sight.
Felicity stopped halfway through the door to the bathroom, looking back. “I don’t see why not.” She grinned as well. “Let her sleep. She needs the rest. Besides,” a mischievous glint found its way into her eyes, “I kinda want to see her reaction when she wakes up.” She disappeared into the bathroom.
Kayla chuckled and walked out into the hall, shaking her head. After using the bathroom, she grabbed the extra toothbrushes and some toothpaste, then checked on Brittany in the living room. The computer nerd was still fast asleep, so she left her there. She went to the kitchen and grabbed the drinks as she returned to Rig’s bedroom.
Upon entering the bathroom, Felicity and Jasmine were making out on the bench in the shower. She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, you two? Last night wasn’t enough to last you for a while?” She mock-glared at them.
They both turned to her and grinned. “Well,” Jasmine said, getting up and sauntering towards Kayla, hips swaying seductively, “Felicity just offered to help me get ready for when Rig wakes up again.” She shrugged and wrapped her arms sensually around the blonde’s neck. “If you’re jealous, though,” she whispered huskily through hooded eyes that caught Kayla’s as if in a trap, “you’re more than welcome to help out as well.”
Jasmine kissed her then. Soft, silky lips brushed across hers, then parted, tongue darting out and into Kayla’s mouth, twirling around. Kayla stood rigid in shock, unmoving, until Jasmine broke the kiss, gave her a peck on the nose, and walked past her, grabbing the drinks out of her hands as she giggled.
Felicity walked up to Kayla and grabbed the dental supplies out of her hands as she kissed her cheek. “Wakey wakey, Alice,” she said, teasing. Kayla turned and looked at the two gorgeous women as they began brushing their teeth. She sighed, shaking her head, then joined them.
After they finished, Felicity smacked Kayla’s ass hard and pushed her toward the shower. “Get yourself cleaned up. We don’t need to be smelling like brothel whores when the team gets here to remove the cameras.”
Fuck!! The cameras!!! Kayla had forgotten about them as she walked around the house, naked as the day she was born. Her face suddenly went ghost-white, and Jasmine, noticing, went to her, concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“The cameras,” Kayla whispered. “I just walked around the house totally in the buff with all the cameras around.”
Jasmine laughed, not in a mocking way, though. “And? May I remind you that they watched your pussy literally get jack hammered yesterday?”
“Yeah, but,” Kayla bit her bottom lip, “I didn’t know they were watching, then.”
“Okay,” Felicity added, “what about last night?”
“I… Ummm.” Kayla went red and buried her face in her hands. She felt strong arms surround her, then. Felicity and Jasmine both wrapped her up and held her.
Jasmine sighed heavily as she whispered into her ear, “Just take comfort in the fact that when Rig does wake up, heads are going to roll. Okay?”
Kayla brightened a bit at that. “Oh, they had better,” she said matter-of-factly.
“You know him better than I do,” Jasmine countered, pulling back from the bartender and looking into her beautiful sea-green eyes. “What do you think he’s going to do?”
“Rip someone’s arms off and beat them to death with them?” Kayla grinned.
“And then get Shannon and Felicity to revive them so he can do it all over again,” Jasmine laughed, adding to the joke.
Felicity just stared at the two, shaking her head. “You two are crazy. Come on, Dr. Jekyll.” She grabbed Jasmine by the arm and pulled her toward the bedroom. “Ms. Hyde, get your ass in the shower and get washed up.” The two women devolved into fits of laughter.
They passed Rig and Shannon, still sleeping, and made for the living room. “Where are we going?” Jasmine asked, curious.
“To wake Brittany. I’m starving.” Felicity said.
Jasmine’s stomach promptly rumbled in agreement. “Let her sleep. I can cook something if you want,” Jasmine said. “I’m not that great a cook, but I do make a mean omelet.”
“I’ll take it,” Felicity said, pushing past the living room and into the kitchen. She started grabbing things from the fridge and placing them on the counter. “So, I’m thinking,” she began as she worked, “the first thing we’re going to need is food. We’re almost out, and as it is, we’re barely going to have enough to get breakfast for everyone.”
Jasmine agreed as she started heating the skillet. “As far as necessities go, I agree. Food, beds, alcohol.”
“Alcohol??” Felicity asked, confused.
“Alcohol,” Jasmine said flatly. “If I’m going to have to continue to get pounded like a piece of meat at a butcher’s shop, I’m going to need something to take the edge off.”
Felicity shrugged. “Touché.”
“An amaretto sour sounds absolutely divine right now.” They looked to the door to see Brittany groggily walking in. “What are we having?” she asked through a yawn.
“Omelets,” Felicity said.
“It’s the only thing I can make really well,” Jasmine said.
“What a quinkydink,” Brittany replied. “That’s about the only thing I can’t make well. Keep ripping the eggs as I’m flipping it over. All my omelets end up as scrambled eggs in the end.” She chuckled.
Kayla suddenly burst through the door, a shit-eating grin on her face. “Guys!! Shannon’s waking up,” she called out to them, motioning them to follow her. They rushed down the hall and into Rig’s bedroom as quietly as possible and stood by the bed. Jasmine and Brittany on one side, and Felicity and Kayla at the foot behind Shannon. Shannon was moaning and moving up and down on Rig’s semi-hard shaft. “Is she…” Kayla trailed off, confused.
“I don’t think so,” Brittany whispered, looking at Jasmine. “What the hell did you guys do to her last night?”
Jasmine shrugged, grinning. “I’ll tell you all about it later,” she whispered back.
“Why are you two whispering?” Kayla asked, also whispering.
Felicity just rolled her eyes before answering Kayla’s question, although also in a whisper. “She’s so weak she can’t get off of him. So, it looks like she’s fucking him instead.”
“And those aren’t moans.” Jasmine continued, whispering. “Those are groans.”
“Are you cunts going to stand there gawking all day?” Shannon said, voice loud yet croaking weakly. They all jumped in surprise. “Or are you going to help me off of him? Because as good as this feels, it’s also maddeningly painful.” She groaned again.
As one, they climbed on the bed to help her up and off of Rig. She shuddered, whether in pleasure or pain, she didn’t know, as she rose off of his cock. He groaned and started weakly grabbing for her, so Brittany played interference while the other three got Shannon off the bed and helped her to the shower.
Brittany started humming softly as she gently got Rig back unconscious before moving to the bathroom to help with Shannon. As she was the only one with clothes still on, she removed them and walked into the shower. Before turning the water on, Brittany ushered Jasmine, Kayla, and Felicity out of the bathroom, assuring them that she could handle Shannon’s washing all by herself.
“Besides,” Brittany added, “I haven’t had a shower yet, either, and since you three have, it falls to me to make sure Shannon is cleaned. Now, out with you. Go make breakfast.” She shooed them out.
She turned around and smiled timidly at Shannon. Shannon smiled warmly back. “I’ve got to pee,” she said. “Help me to the toilet? Should have gone there first.”
Brittany walked over and turned the water on. She put the setting on gentle rain and adjusted the temperature, ensuring it wasn’t too hot for the doctor. “Let loose,” she said with a shrug and a smile.
Shannon chuckled and spread her legs wide. She winced in pain as she started. “Damn!” she seethed through her teeth. “That stings!”
“He really did a number on you,” Brit said. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen a white girl’s pussy so red.”
“You’ve seen many?” Shannon asked, and Brittany smirked at her. “I just hope I don’t get a UTI.”
“Either way,” Brittany stated, “I’ll make sure your va-jay-jay is thoroughly clean. Unless you want to do it yourself.” She winked.
She grabbed the soap and a washcloth, but then froze as Shannon spoke. “Jasmine told us who your mother is.” She didn’t say anything else, but just waited patiently.
Brittany sighed and turned back to the woman. “She did, huh?” Shannon nodded as she started washing her body. “I asked her not to tell anyone,” she said meekly, her cheeks darkening.
“How did you two meet?” Shannon asked.
“We were regulars in the common room and kind of hit it off about Christmas time freshman year,” she explained. “It only solidified our friendship when we discovered we share the same birthday.”
Shannon smiled. “That must have been neat to find out.”
Brittany smiled warmly in recollection. “It was.” She looked up at the doctor from her vagina, holding the washcloth close but not touching it yet. “Ready?” Shannon nodded. She winced as Brittany began gingerly cleaning her. “It’s funny,” the ebony beauty continued. “I tease her all the time about being an old maid, but she’s only older than me by less than two minutes.” She chuckled.
Shannon laughed, then sobered. “Before you get too angry with her,” Shannon stated, “will you let me explain why she had to tell us?” Brittany opened her mouth as if to say something but promptly snapped her jaws shut. She just nodded. Shannon told her of the events that transpired after she fell asleep. Her eyes went wide, and she paused in her work as she looked around the room, presumably looking for the cameras.
She resumed bathing Shannon as the pixie-haired beauty told her about the conversation with Dr. Davenport. Brittany just nodded her head. “I knew they had set up some kind of camera system, and I expected it, but I didn’t think they’d wire the whole house. Rig is going to be livid when he finally wakes up. I know I would be.”
“I’m pretty fucking pissed about it as well,” Shannon said. “But I’ve dealt with government types before, so it’s no real surprise. Jasmine, however, well, I’ve never seen someone so angry, yet so in control. She was absolutely evil as she gave that bitch what for.” Shannon chuckled. “Kayla was even scared of her after that.”
Brittany’s eyes went wide. “Seriously??”
Shannon nodded. “Girlfriend was downright scary. So, are you mad at her?” she asked.
“To be honest, yeah,” Brittany answered. “But I understand why she did it, so I’ll get over it. My mom’s past is a sensitive subject. And while I’m not ashamed of her, I also don’t condone what she did.” She shrugged. “The past is the past, I guess. No use getting my tits in a twirl about it, now.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Shannon said. “If your mom is such a sensitive topic with you, why did you tell Jasmine?”
She shrugged. “I love her. She’s more like a sister than a best friend. She’s more of a sister to me than my own sister. We tell each other everything.”
She finished up with Shannon and rinsed her off. Her eyes took on a resolve, however. “Needless to say, though, I will be making good on Jasmine’s promise if they don’t follow through with her,” she paused, “I guess that would be our demands.”
Shannon put her hand on Brittany’s forearm. “Thank you.” She smiled warmly as Brittany began washing herself. “Now, as I understand it, you have some questions yourself?” Brittany paused and looked over at Shannon. Shannon was biting her bottom lip, looking at the soap and water trickling down the small, curly landing strip of pubic hair above Brittany’s pussy.
“Oh, no, girlfriend.” She giggled. “You’ve had plenty of that for the time being. You can barely walk! Besides, I’m straight as an arrow.”
Shannon looked up into her gorgeous gray eyes, still nibbling on her bottom lip, desire evident in her eyes. “Even the straightest of arrows bends slightly after being released by the bow,” she quipped philosophically.
Brittany just rolled her eyes. “Okay, horn dog. Yes, I have only one question. What happened last night? You look like you got trampled on by a lynch mob!” Shannon looked down at herself, then back up at Brittany, and frowned. “It’s just a figure of speech. You know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes again, playfully.
Shannon recounted the events in the bedroom last night. As she finished up, she said. “…and that’s when I woke up, weak as a day-old kitten, trying my damndest to get up off of his dick, but at the same time, not wanting to.”
“So, it worked,” Brittany said as she rinsed and turned off the water.
“It would appear so,” replied Shannon. “Now we wait and see how long he will be out.” She suddenly sat bolt upright.
“What is it?” Brittany asked, concerned.
“Help me get back to the bed,” Shannon suddenly said. “I just remembered something about last night that may or may not be vitally important.”
Brittany grabbed a couple of towels and tossed one to Shannon while she dried herself off, then went and helped Shannon stand so she could help finish drying her off. She then placed an arm around her waist, helping her to walk to the bedroom. Rig was still sound asleep as they approached. Shannon stopped by the side of the bed. “Do you know how to take a temperature?” she asked Brittany.
“Just point and shoot, right?” Brittany asked back.
“Pretty much,” Shannon said, chuckling, leaning against the wall and releasing Brittany. “If you’ll get me the thermometer over there,” she pointed to the bedside table, “I’ll turn it on and get it ready for you. Then you just put it about six inches from his forehead and pull the trigger.”
Brittany did as she was asked. She returned the thermometer to Shannon, who looked at it. Her eyebrows shot up into a broad smile, and she almost hopped up and down in delight before wincing at the pain. “What!?” Brittany asked, eyeing Shannon’s shit-eating grin. “What is it!?”
“Come on.” She grabbed her hand. “I’ll tell you all at the same time.”
As they reached the revolving doors, the aroma of eggs, sausage and bacon, vegetables, and melted cheese permeated the hallway. They shoved into the kitchen, and all conversation ceased as Jasmine, still cooking; Felicity, who was beating a bowl full of eggs; and Kayla, who was stuffing her face, all paused what they were doing to look over as Shannon and Brittany all but bolted into the kitchen. Shannon went for one of the stools as Jasmine blurted out, “What’s happened!?”
Shannon grinned. “His fever is breaking!”
“What!?” they all gasped in unison, Kayla spitting out bits of food.
“Are you sure?” Felicity asked. Shannon nodded.
“How do you know?” Kayla asked.
“I just remembered last night, right before he orgasmed, his forehead was beaded with sweat!!” Shannon said, bouncing on her stool, wincing through the pain. She turned the thermometer around and showed them his current temperature–Ninety-nine point eight.
Jasmine and Kayla started crying in relief, tears streaming down their faces. Kayla moved to wipe hers off, but Jasmine stopped her, gently grabbing her wrists. She quoted Rig from yesterday. “Never wipe away happy tears,” she said through her own. “It signifies denying the happiness they represent and trying to rid yourself of it.” She smiled and hugged the beautiful bartender.
Shannon was excited but also starving. “Um, can I have an omelet?” she asked.
“What do you want in it?” Jasmine asked, pulling back from Kayla.
“Everything!!” she gushed. “I’m so hungry I could eat a…” She blushed, trailing off. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”
“Coming right up!” Jasmine called, like a short-order cook.
“What do you want on yours, Brit?” Felicity asked. “Can I call you Brit?”
“Sure.” Brittany laughed. “Um, bacon, tomatoes, onions, and cheese.” Kayla grimaced. “What?”
“I hate vegetables,” Kayla said dryly.
The others laughed. “Am I the only vegetarian in this house?” Jasmine asked.
“It would appear so,” Felicity answered, slapping her bare ass. Jasmine yelped. “Speaking of which, we need to discuss our demands to Doctor Demented for when her team arrives to remove the cameras.” The others looked at her, confused. Felicity looked at them. “Seriously? You guys don’t know who Doctor Demented is?” They all shook their heads. Felicity rolled her eyes but didn’t elaborate.
“Aaanyway,” Jasmine started, “we already talked about the necessities: food, beds, alcohol.”
“Fuck yes!” Kayla yelled excitedly. “I’m definitely going to need something stronger than beer. What’s wrong?” she asked as she noticed Jasmine and Shannon stood up straight, Shannon’s hand going to her chest and the others with a somber expression on their faces.
Shannon looked at Jasmine. “He’s awake. I’ll go with you. Help me up.”
Jasmine nodded as she slid Shannon’s omelet off onto a plate, then turned the oven on warm and put the plate inside. She looked at Brittany, mouth open. “Go,” Brittany said, interrupting what the redhead was about to say. “I’ll make my own. Good luck.” She smiled warmly as she kissed Jasmine’s cheek.
“Felicity, make sure we get a case of Paragard IUDs on the list in case we don’t get done in time,” Shannon said over her shoulder as Jasmine ushered her out the door.
“Will do, boss!” Felicity called to her.
As Jasmine helped Shannon into the bedroom, they stopped just inside the door, looking at Rig’s prone form. They looked at each other, thoroughly confused. Rig was still sleeping.
“What’s going on?” Jasmine asked, barely above a whisper. “I can feel the pull. He’s awake, or he should be.”
“Help me onto the bed. I need to take his vitals,” Shannon said, matching her volume, not ignoring the question, but tabling it for later. Jasmine helped her onto the bed, and Shannon got to work. His temperature had gone up by a degree. Mildly concerning, but not dangerous. His blood pressure was only slightly in the high range. She opened one of his eyes and shined a small penlight into it. She jumped back as she gasped.
“What is it?” Jasmine said in a forced whisper, grabbing on and holding her, suddenly worried.
“His eyes,” she said as she stared off into the distance. She suddenly looked at Jasmine. “Remember when I said this new strain of the virus had mutative properties?”
“Yes,” Jasmine said hesitantly, voice quivering in fear. Shannon pulled away and motioned her to the other side of Rig. They leaned over his face as Shannon pulled one eyelid up and shone a light into it. Jasmine gasped and looked at Shannon incredulously. “Where’s his iris?” she asked, astonished, as a tear trickled down her cheek. He had no iris at all–just a large, black pupil that didn’t dilate or contract with the movements of the light. “I loved his beautiful brown eyes,” she whined softly.
Shannon reached up and swiped a tear away from Jasmine’s cheek with a thumb. “We’re going to figure this out. Let’s just keep working, huh?” Jasmine nodded. “Get his pulse and respirations for me.” Shannon looked into his ears and mouth as Jasmine complied. All normal. She looked at Jasmine.
“Seventy-two and fourteen,” she told her.
“All normal.” Shannon looked genuinely perplexed. “Can you change out the saline solution bag on his infusion pump?” Jasmine nodded and went to change out of the bag. “Let me know when you get it done. I’m going to give him something for the fever. Hopefully, it will work this time.”
Shannon pulled back the blankets to examine his body and stifled another gasp. He was ripped! She took note of his body. Every muscle on his upper torso was so well defined you would have thought he was a bodybuilder. Her gaze lingered on his arms, and her pussy moistened as she moaned softly. He didn’t look like this last night. He looked nowhere near this good last night. Then again, she wasn’t paying too much attention to what his body looked like. Well, aside from a particular appendage, anyway.
She took note of the lack of movement behind her and turned. Jasmine was staring, wide-eyed, unmoving. Shannon followed her gaze to Rig’s crotch. Her eyes went wide as silver dollars. His cock had grown, and it was hard as steel! Where before it was roughly six inches, it was now at least eight or nine! It had a considerably larger girth as well. Her wet pussy suddenly quivered in fear at having this cannon’s barrel shoved inside it.
She looked back at Jasmine. The girl was standing stock still. Then she returned her gaze, suddenly biting her bottom lip and blushing to her roots. “All yours,” Shannon said as she moved to the side of the bed and gingerly climbed off. “Just let me give him the ibuprofen, and I’ll get out of your hair.”
Jasmine just nodded as she slowly climbed onto the bed and, with no preamble, took Rig’s cock in her mouth. She moaned loudly as she started bobbing up and down on it. Shannon finished up quickly and hobbled out of the room, little sucking, slurping, and gagging noises following after her.
“Give me my food,” Shannon barked as she limped into the kitchen, sitting at the counter. It was getting easier to walk the more she did it. Someone shoved her plate in front of her.
“Careful, it’s hot,” Felicity said.
Shannon barely registered the statement as she stared at the plate, not seeing it. She suddenly registered a hand, grasping her shoulder and shaking her softly.
“…happened?”
She heard the tail end of Kayla’s question. Tears suddenly stabbed at her eyes, and she wiped them away before they could fall. “Let me eat. I’ll tell you after,” she told the room, a bit more forcefully than she meant to as she went to take a bite.
“Fuck that!” Kayla said vehemently, with worried eyes looking down into Shannon’s. “I saw, we all saw, the look of fear on your face. What the fuck is going on?”
Shannon sighed. “Whatever it is, it isn’t life-threatening. I promise.” She looked into Kayla’s wet eyes as her own tears threatened to spill over. She took her hand and squeezed it. “I promise,” she reiterated as she looked at the other two women standing behind her. “Just let me eat, please. I have to try to figure this out for a bit before talking about it. Okay?”
She squeezed Kayla’s hand reassuringly again and smiled weakly. Kayla nodded. Shannon ate at a measured pace as she wound the words around in her head. She turned as she finished eating and took in the other three women. “Let’s go to the living room. Do we have any beer left?”
“Just one,” Brittany answered.
“Do you all mind if I have it?” she asked. Kayla pulled it out of the fridge and gave it to her. “Thank you.” She smiled again. Then, thinking about it, motioned Brittany closer. Shannon grabbed her phone off the counter and quickly typed something out on it, and showed it to the ebony beauty. Brittany nodded and walked out of the room.
“You’re welcome, as long as you talk while you walk,” Kayla said, voice almost cold.
“Please, just be patient a little longer,” Shannon said, turning to look at Kayla, then motioning with her eyes in the direction Brittany went. Kayla growled but understood, humoring the doctor. They made their way to the living room and sat in somewhat comfortable silence.
Five minutes later, Brittany came back in, a smug look on her face. “Done,” she said triumphantly. “We can talk now.”
“What’s done?” Felicity asked, confused.
“Oh, I just locked them out of the system, specifically from their ability to do anything with the microphones around the house,” Brittany replied. “I turned them off.” She giggled.
“Might as well just come right out with it then,” Shannon said, looking at Kayla. “He’s changing.”
“What do-”
Shannon cut her off with an upraised hand. “What we do know is much easier to explain than to try to assume what we don’t, so here are the facts. His vitals are normal, aside from his fever going up to one oh one.” Suddenly, the tingling sensation in her chest disappeared. She looked toward Rig’s bedroom.
“What is it?” Felicity asked.
“Hold on,” Shannon said. “Jasmine’s coming.”
“How do you know that?” Brittany asked, wide-eyed.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I just know,” Shannon said vaguely, tapping her chest between her breasts. She took a long pull of her beer, downing half of it.
Thirty seconds later, Jasmine strode into the room, a spring in her step, if a bit wobbly. She eyed the beer in Shannon’s hand. Shannon handed it over, and Jasmine chugged the rest of it. As she pulled the empty bottle away from her mouth, she popped her lips with a satisfied “Ahhh.”
They all grinned at her, except for Kayla. Her anger at not getting answers rose to a fevered pitch, her face so red she was about to explode. Jasmine took note, striding over to the bartender and plopping down on her lap, straddling her. She leaned down and cupped her face, kissing her softly on the lips. Placing her forehead against Kayla’s, she whispered, “He’s fine, love. I promise. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with him.” She giggled as she finished that last line dreamily.
“Well, unless you count the lack of irises,” Shannon said, grinning at Jasmine’s demeanor. It was as if she was drunk. “Are you okay there, Jasmine?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m absolutely dreamy,” Jasmine drawled, still staring into Kayla’s eyes, foreheads touching.
“What do you mean, doc?” Felicity asked.
“Simply put, he has no iris in either eye,” Shannon answered. “Just a large, black pupil. Another thing of note is his physique. Well, um,” she stammered, “it’s best if you see.”
“Oh, yes, let’s,” Jasmine said, still in that dreamy drunken-like state as she hopped off Kayla’s lap and, grabbing the bartender’s hand, started for the door. The others got up and trailed after her.
Upon arriving in the room, they all positioned themselves around the bed to get a good look at Rig’s prone form. Jasmine climbed playfully up on the bed and then pulled the covers back, motioning to Rig like he was a prize on The Price is Right. She giggled as the others, aside from Shannon, gasped and gaped at his toned body. Jasmine grabbed his now limp cock and wiggled it playfully, drawing their attention to it as she giggled again. They could tell, even limp, that it was much bigger than before. They also noted the lack of sexual residue present.
“Did you clean him?” Brittany asked.
Jasmine suddenly yawned, shaking her head. She yawned again immediately after, much bigger as she said, “I think I need a nap.” She rubbed at her eyes and promptly lay down next to Rig.
“Not in here, Jasmine,” Shannon said.
In a flash, Jasmine had bolted up on the bed, crouching threateningly at Shannon, right hand forming into the shape of a claw, a snarl on her face. Shannon blinked before coming back to herself. “Easy, love,” she soothed, both hands up and out, facing Jasmine. “It’s okay. We just want to make sure Rig is properly taken care of, right?” Jasmine seemed to calm down a little. “It’s okay, I promise.”
She thought about it for a half-second before continuing. “We’re going to take care of Master while you sleep. Okay?” she said as she motioned to herself and the other three. Brittany, Kayla, and Felicity were staring wide-eyed at Jasmine. “Master is in good hands.” Jasmine relaxed further. “We’re all family, remember? We’re your sisters, and Master is our Master as well. Remember?”
“You’re… my sisters?” Jasmine asked, confused, looking down. Her eyes suddenly shot up to meet Shannon’s in horror as recognition returned to her features. “OH MY GOD!” She darted to Shannon and wrapped her arms around her as she started sobbing. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” she cried, chest heaving as Shannon returned the hug, hands caressing up and down her back.
“Shhh.” Shannon kept soothing her. “It’s okay. We’re okay. You didn’t hurt anyone.”
“Not yet,” Kayla mumbled to herself. The three had backed up to the wall, and while Shannon and Jasmine weren’t within earshot of what she said, Brittany and Felicity were. They both smacked her with the back of their hands. Kayla put up her hands in surrender.
Jasmine finally pulled back from the doctor. Shannon’s hands came to cup her tear-stained cheeks, wiping the tears away. “Can you tell me what happened?” she asked, an almost motherly tone coming to her voice.
Jasmine sniffled and cleared her throat. “I not sure,” she said in almost a whine. “I just… it was almost like I was someone else.” She hesitated, then said in a forced whisper, “Something else.”
“Why don’t we go back to the living room,” Shannon said, still soothingly stroking Jasmine’s back as she started gently motioning her to the door, “and you can lie down on the couch and tell me all about it. Does that sound okay?” she asked.
Jasmine nodded, then looked back at Rig. “I’ll take care of him,” Kayla offered, starting forward.
Jasmine nodded, locking eyes with her for just a moment, eyes hard. [I heard that,] she mouthed so only Kayla could see. Kayla’s eyes went wide in disbelief. Jasmine smiled forlornly and kissed her on her nose.
She continued along, allowing the others to usher her out of the room. Kayla just stood there, stunned. [How!?] she thought. How did she hear that from over ten feet away!?
“No time,” Felicity said as they walked out the door. “It’s already seven o’clock. If these government types are anything like I think they are, they’ll probably be here in half an hour.”
Shannon looked thoughtful. “If we’re going to come up with a decent list to shaft them with,” said Brittany, “we’re gonna need to get busy.”
Jasmine looked at Shannon and nodded. “I’m okay. We can talk about this after.”
“Priority number one,” Shannon said with a smile to the redhead.
They got to the living room, and before sitting down, Jasmine looked around. “Where are our clothes?”
“Oh!” Brittany said, running to the laundry room just outside the back door. She came rushing back in with all the clothes, clean and dried. “I put them in the washer this morning before going into the kitchen with Jasmine and Felicity.”
She doled out the shirts and panties, and the girls quickly dressed, Jasmine holding on to Kayla’s as she sat down in Rig’s favorite chair, effectively letting them all know that she was in charge of what was about to come next. They all sat down and faced Jasmine as Kayla came in and, after getting dressed, sat down sideways in Jasmine’s lap and wrapped her in a hug. “I’m sorry,” she whispered in the redhead’s ear. “I was scared.”
Jasmine wrapped her arms around Kayla’s waist, nodded, and kissed her on the cheek. “Okay,” Jasmine said, grabbing the attention of the other women in the room. “We’ve already got three items on the list: food, beds, and booze. I believe Shannon wanted to get some IUDs as well?” She looked at Shannon.
Shannon nodded. “The Paragard, like you and Kayla have, is the highest level of protection we can have short of abstinence.” They all grimaced at the word. “And since I don’t see any of us abstaining from our Master anytime soon, I suggest we all get the IUD inserted to prevent any unwanted… um…”
“Vagina nuggets?” Felicity finished, joking. They all giggled.
“No. They’re called Crotch Goblins,” Kayla said, sniffling, with a wink to the nurse, and they all laughed.
“Precisely,” Shannon said, getting her laughter under control. “Not that I’m against having… Crotch Goblins.” She chuckled and cast a sideways glance at Kayla. “But now is not the time to be thinking about raising children. We can do the procedure here in the house. Felicity and I have performed many IUD insertions, so there’s minimal risk involved.”
“But why a case?” Felicity asked.
Shannon shrugged. “Well, we weren’t expecting two other beauties to show up when we got here,” she answered. “What if something happens and more women show up and are affected? We need to be prepared for any eventuality.” Felicity nodded.
“Got it,” Brittany said.
“Got what?” Felicity asked.
“Oh. The list.” The hacker answered. She pointed to and tapped her temple. “It’s all up here.” She winked.
“Okay,” Jasmine said. “Anything else, as far as necessities are concerned?”
“Clothes!!” Felicity gushed. “I want more clothes than my one,” she held up her index finger, “set of scrubs and this.” She motioned to herself.
“I think we can all relate to that,” Shannon said.
“Okay, I’m gonna call a halt on the necessities since I think we’ve got pretty much all of it covered and switch over to personal requests,” Jasmine said. “I’m going to ask them to install a pool in the backyard.” She grinned. The others perked up at this. “And maybe a hot tub? There’s no telling how long we’ll be cooped up in this house, and I want some entertainment other than movies and video games, dammit!”
“How about some new computer equipment? Rig’s stuff is mostly outdated, albeit functional,” Brittany added. “Otherwise, I would have been able to disable the microphones in here in under two minutes.” She grinned.
“I like it,” Jasmine said. “Felicity?”
“Um, maybe some workout equipment?” she added, unsure.
“Not a bad idea,” Shannon said. “What about you, Kayla?”
“I’m a minimalist, so I’m pretty happy with what I’ve already got,” Kayla said. “But if I were to ask for anything, it would be unrestricted access to the outside world.” The other women sobered slightly at that. “I know we can’t have physical contact with people, but I still have family that I love and interact with regularly. I’d go crazy if I couldn’t see or, at the very least, talk to them. I guess they don’t want us communicating with anyone because cell service is pretty much nil.”
“I honestly don’t see a problem with that other than Uncle Sam will want to keep our medical issues hush-hush,” Shannon said. “As for me, though, I think I’d like a privacy wall around the property.”
Jasmine raised her eyebrows at that. “Oh? Why?”
“The last thing we need is someone wandering onto the property via a field or trees and possibly getting infected,” Shannon said.
“That’s a lot of land to cover for a wall,” Jasmine said. “You think they’ll actually do it?”
“Maybe not.” She shrugged. “But at the very least, I believe they’ll see reason enough to put one around the immediate property, at least.”
“Can I ask for one more thing?” Kayla asked.
“Sure thing, love,” Jasmine said.
“A bar. Along that wall,” she said, pointing to the living room wall at the front of the house.
“Thought you were a minimalist?” Felicity teased.
“Oh, I am. Except when it comes to alcohol.” She grinned wickedly.
“I’m actually looking forward to that one.” Jasmine grinned. “Okay, anything else before we get ready for their arrival?” The women shook their heads. “Okie-Doke. Brittany, type up that list and have it ready. Then, let’s all try to find some decent clothes to wear. Chop-chop!” She clapped her hands together around Kayla’s waist.
“I actually have an idea about that,” Shannon said as they all paused halfway to standing. They all sat back down. “I went through Rig’s closet yesterday and found a bunch of clothes I believe belonged to his wife. I don’t think he ever went through them to try to get rid of them. I’m sure we can find something in there that will fit us.”
“That’s an excellent idea,” Jasmine said. “He hasn’t told me much about her, but the little bit he did tell me, I think she’d want us to wear them.”
“Well then,” Shannon began, “shall we adjourn to the only closet in the house that’s bigger than the Master Bathroom in my house?” They all grinned as they followed her.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jasmine went and answered it via a camera intercom that was mounted on both walls, one inside and one out. She looked out, noticing three people in biohazard suits just inside the porch. “Is it just you three?” she asked, confused.
One of the people stepped closer to the door, facing the camera. Jasmine couldn’t tell if they were a man or woman because of the suit. It had a mirrored face shield. “I’m Dr. Davenport. Yes, it’s just us three,” the doctor said. She had a pronounced Latin accent.
[Woman, then,] Jasmine thought. “You don’t sound like Dr. Davenport,” said Jasmine firmly.
“That would be because I am Doctor Davenport’s, the one you spoke with, daughter,” the female voice said. “She’s tasked me with overseeing the camera removal, and although she made it clear that I was not to give you a choice, she should have known better than to think I would do that. I’m asking for permission to examine the patient.”
Jasmine sighed. At least she didn’t seem to be anything like her mother. She seemed amenable. That earned her some measure of trust, albeit a minimal amount. “As I also could opt not to give you a choice, I will ask, are you willing to wait a moment while we talk amongst ourselves?”
“Certainly,” the woman said without hesitation. “And thank you for the consideration.”
“I’d offer you a drink or something while you wait, but I know you wouldn’t be able to accept,” Jasmine offered. “So I’ll just ask you to wait on the porch. There are seats available if you so desire. Make yourselves comfortable. It may be a few minutes.” She clicked off the microphone without waiting for a reply and turned to the others, who had gathered around her during the conversation. “Well, what do you think?”
“I don’t like it,” Kayla said right off the bat. “Who knows what they’ll do to him if we just let them in without supervision?”
“Oh, believe me,” Jasmine said flatly. “Neither of those people is going anywhere in this house without one of us attached to their hip.”
“Still,” Kayla said. “I don’t want anyone anywhere near him right now.”
“I’m with her,” Brittany said, pointing to Kayla.
“A simple visual examination won’t hurt anything, I don’t think,” Felicity said. “As long as she’s not doing anything comprehensive.”
“Doc?” Jasmine asked, looking at Shannon. “Legally, he’s your patient. Your call.”
Shannon looked thoughtful, chin resting on her right palm, index finger lightly tapping her lips. She finally answered. “While I tend to agree with Kayla, if we don’t allow them some measure of access, they’re only going to get more belligerent and irate. Who’s to say they won’t eventually force their way in if we don’t give them something from time to time?” Kayla and Brittany nodded reluctantly. Shannon walked towards the intercom and pressed the button to talk. “Dr. Davenport, do you mind if I ask what your field of study is?”
“Molecular Biology,” came back the reply.
“And your mother’s?” Shannon asked.
“The same, but also a geneticist.”
“Thank you. Please wait just a bit longer.” Shannon said. She turned and looked at Jasmine with a big smile on her face.
Jasmine looked confused. “What is it?”
“They’re aware of the possibility of genetic mutation,” Shannon said.
Kayla piped up. “Uh, for those of us, okay, for me, who doesn’t have any kind of medical training, what exactly does that mean?”
“Hey,” Brittany cut in. “I don’t have any medical training either.”
“Yeah, but you’re also some kind of nerdy computer genius,” Kayla said, bumping the hacker’s shoulder with hers. “I’m just a dumbass bartender.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Shannon told her. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and it’s a beautiful head at that.” She winked at Kayla. “You have a good grasp of things. Give it a shot. Why would they put a Molecular Biologist and Geneticist in charge of Rig’s care?”
Kayla blushed and then thought about it for a minute, mumbling. “Molecular Biology, Genetic Mutation, asshole bureaucrats…” she trailed off. “The only thing I can come up with is they’re hiding something. They know something about what’s going on with Rig, and they’re not telling because they either don’t want to scare us or they think the same thing is going to happen to us.”
“See?” Shannon smiled warmly at her. “Not a dumbass. An asshole, yes, but not a dumbass.” She winked again.
“I say we vet them.” Jasmine cut in. “Brittany, how long do you think it will take you to get background info on the three of them?”
“Uh, on that dinosaur?” Brittany pointed towards Rig’s office. “That’s gonna take at least a half an hour.”
“Can you do it discreetly?” Felicity asked. “We don’t want their bosses to know we’re doing it.”
“It’ll take more time,” Brittany replied, and thought about it. Then, sighing heavily, she said, “Okay, then, give me an hour and I’ll tell you everything you want to know about them, down to what they had for breakfast. But do you really think they’re not gonna know? They’re the government, for crying out loud. Paranoia has deep roots where they come from.”
“You may be right, love,” Jasmine said. “But do it anyway, okay?”
“You got it.” Brittany shrugged.
“Okay, time to let the cat out of the bag,” Jasmine said. “Brit, get ready to take a few pictures of IDs.”
Brittany got her phone out and opened the camera. “Ready, Jaz.”
“Okay, girls, follow my lead,” she said, then she hit the intercom again. “Okay, Dr. Davenport, we’ve made a decision. First, we’re going to need to see some ID for the three of you, for personal safety and all that. Just hold your IDs still and up to the camera for a few seconds each.” They complied, although reluctantly. Brittany got what she needed and took off.
“Second, which one of you will be doing the actual removal of the cameras?” A suit behind the right side of the doctor raised its hand. “Good. When you come in, Miss Kayla Foxx’ll escort you” Jasmine narrowed her eyes at the suit. “She knows where all the cameras are that you are to remove, so if you happen to conveniently forget one, she’ll make sure you know where it is.” The suit nodded. “Oh, and any damage that occurs during the removal process, I expect to be repaired before you leave. Now, why did you feel the need to bring law enforcement, Dr. D?”
Jasmine saw the woman look at the other suit before replying. “Just in case. To be honest, it quite incensed my mother at the way you talked to her over the phone and she expected trouble.”
“Well, if your mother hadn’t been a party to voyeurism,” said Jasmine, voice dripping with loathing, “we wouldn’t have had to have that unfortunate conversation. But that’s beside the point. I assume the officer will be accompanying you throughout the house?”
“Yes, unfortunately,” the woman replied. “I tried to talk my mother out of it, but she wasn’t having it. Told me no one was to set foot in the house unless Officer Clooney, no relation, by the way, was allowed inside. For security purposes.”
Brittany came back into the foyer and handed Jasmine three sheets of paper. “What are these?” Jasmine whispered.
“Non-Disclosure Agreements,” Brittany answered back. “They’re not legally binding unless they’re notarized, but they’ll at least have to jump through a few extra hoops before reporting back to their superiors.” She winked.
“You. Are. A. Genius!!” Kayla hugged her.
Brittany just shrugged her shoulders. “I know,” she said, innocently, like she heard it all the time.
“We’ll be coming to the office first,” Kayla told her. “So have something up on the computer like you’re working on something else ready to go when we get in there.” Brittany winked and sauntered off.
Jasmine turned back to the intercom. “Agreed,” Jasmine told the other doctor. “Third, you’ll all be required to sign non-disclosure agreements before entering the house. Basically, you won’t be able to report back anything you see in the house, except for your findings on your examination of Rig. And even then, only what we allow you to report. Agreed?”
It was the biologist’s turn to hesitate. After a few moments, she nodded. “Agreed,” she said as she sighed audibly. “May we come in, now?”
“One last thing,” Jasmine said, a seriousness lining her voice. “There are things going on with Rig that you all might be unaware of. Things have happened that require us to take some precautions. To that end, we need your utmost discretion and cooperation. If one of us tells you to leave, you leave, no questions asked. You follow our directions with expedience. Is that understood?”
“Understood,” the doctor said.
“Good,” said Jasmine. “What’s your name?”
“Uh, Doctor Davenport,” the woman said slowly, unsure.
Jasmine grinned into the camera. “So your first name is Doctor? Surely you’re not The Doctor.”
“Oh! No, of course not,” the woman said, chuckling. “My name is Tabitha.”
“Tabitha,” Jasmine repeated. “What a beautiful name, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She unlocked the door. “Come on in.” The women around Jasmine stepped back as she opened the door. Officer Clooney came in first, as expected, to make sure nothing untoward was happening. “Would you like a quick tour of the house before the other two come in?” Jasmine asked.
“No need,” the officer said. “I’ve been here before.”
Jasmine noticed that the officer was female and immediately her hackles rose. “Oh?” she managed, as nonchalantly as she could manage.
“I was one of the officers on the detail to inform Mr. Johnson of his wife’s death,” the officer said, so monotonous she could have been a news anchor.
“Oh.” Jasmine’s eyes rose in surprise. She couldn’t think of anything else to say, so she just changed the subject. “Here’s your copy of the NDA to sign and here’s a pen.” Jasmine handed the officer the items and she signed them, returning them to Jasmine.
Jasmine turned and invited the other two figures in. The camera tech came in and Kayla waved the person over, leading them off to get to work after they signed their copy of the NDA. Jasmine greeted Tabitha with a smile. “Hello, Tabitha, I’m Jasmine.” She greeted the doctor as she handed her a copy of the paper to sign.
Tabitha signed it, then returned it to Jasmine. “So nice to meet you as well, Jasmine. And thank you. I’ve never really been fond of my name. Mamá loves the show Bewitched. I have to be honest, though, I expected much more resistance than what you gave, given what my mother told me.”
“Well, that’s because your mother’s a bitch and doesn’t like me.” Jasmine grinned, winking at Tabitha.
Tabitha chuckled nervously. “Yes, she can be a bit… difficult, at times,” she agreed.
“Without a doubt,” Jasmine quipped. “Come on, surely you have time to take a tour of the house before you see Rig?”
“I think I’d like that,” Tabitha replied. “Thank you.”
Jasmine showed her around, the others trailing behind them. Everything astonished Tabitha, just as it did Jasmine, when she saw the house for the first time. “This is Rig’s office,” Jasmine said as they passed by. “Brittany is in there now forming up the paperwork for the items we’re requesting from the government for their, ah, oversight with the whole camera situation.” They kept going and the bedrooms particularly awed Tabitha.
“This is amazing,” Tabitha said in awe. “The colors and the detail are just exquisite. It’s nothing compared to what we could see in the cameras.” She looked sheepish for a moment.
“If I remember correctly,” said Jasmine, ignoring her shyness. “Rig told me it took Skylar over six months just to do the Ba Sing Se Market building mural.”
They got to Rig’s bedroom where Shanon and Felicity went in ahead. “I have to warn you,” Jasmine told Tabitha. “This one’s intense. I know you’ve seen it through a camera lens but, like the others, that has nothing on seeing it with your own two eyes. Watch your step as you enter.”
They walked through the door, and Tabitha stood in awe. Even Officer Clooney gasped as they took in the room. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? I had a mini orgasm when I saw it for the first time.” Tabitha’s helmet turned to face Jasmine. “Seriously,” Jasmine said. Shannon and Felicity were standing by the bed next to Rig’s infusion pump.
Tabitha seemed to visibly collect herself. “May I see him now?”
Jasmine looked askance at her. “Sure.” She walked towards the bed. “Would you be so kind as to wait by the door, officer?” Jasmine asked. The officer rooted herself to the spot next to the door and kept watch on what was happening.
They approached the bed, and Tabitha started immediately checking Rig’s vitals. She gasped as she checked Rig’s eyes. “He has no iris,” she said, unbelieving.
“That’s one thing you’ll be keeping to yourself,” Shannon said.
Tabitha’s head whipped around to look at her. “You can’t be seri-”
“Dead serious,” Shannon cut her off, brooking no argument.
Tabitha just sighed and continued. She slowly pulled the sheet back to examine the rest of his body. Her breathing noticeably quickened when she took in Rig’s well-defined muscles. “His body wasn’t this well-defined when he came home yesterday.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Felicity said. “And that’s another thing you’ll be keeping to yourself.”
Tabitha groaned in frustration, but kept going. “He seems to be growing taller as well,” she noticed. “I put him at about six foot four, maybe five, right now? According to his chart, he’s only supposed to be six-two. Wait,” she hesitated and her helmet turned to look at Shannon. “Is he, er, younger?”
“And there’s the trifecta,” Jasmine stated. “Can’t mention that either.”
“Then what the hell can I put in my report!?” Tabitha snapped.
“Simple,” Shannon said, calmly. “His vitals, his apparent health, and we’ll even allow you to add his apparent sexual appetite while he’s in a coma.” She motioned to Rig’s penis, which was slowly growing more erect. “No hiding that from the cameras, anyway.” She blushed.
Jasmine heard a sniffle from behind her. She turned to see Officer Clooney directly behind her. “I thought I told you to stay over there!” she snapped.
“I’m sorry,” the officer said, sniffling again.
“Are you… crying?” Felicity asked, a shocked, confused look coming to her face.
“Yes,” she replied. It was obvious she was crying now. “I’m sorry. It’s just so sad,” she said through apparent tears. “I was here when they told him his wife died. I watched him shut down, but I’d never actually seen anybody shut down as he did. Most people start screaming or just go completely silent, staring at nothing. Him, though,” she motioned towards Rig. “He just shut down.”
“What do you mean?” asked Tabitha.
“I mean, it was like somebody flipped a switch.” She sobbed. “For all intents and purposes, he died that day. His body simply ceased to function. His bowels vacated and everything. As I said, he died. They rushed him to the hospital, reviving him along the way, but I never forgot about that day. It’s burned in my memory. It messed me up so badly I had to have counseling for six months just to be allowed to continue working.
“So, when they asked for volunteers to escort members of the government here, I told them it had to be me. They tried to protest, but since no one else was coming forward, they had no choice but to let me come.”
The room went deathly silent then. The only sounds were Rig’s steady breathing and the infusion pump, keeping him hydrated.
“I can only imagine how difficult that must have been to experience, officer,” Jasmine said, placing a comforting hand on her forearm. “If you don’t mind me asking, how long was he… um…”
“Rose,” the officer offered, placing her hand gently on top of Jasmine’s in acknowledgment. “Ten, maybe fifteen minutes?”
“That long?” Shannon asked, incredulously. “It’s a wonder he didn’t revive with some measure of brain damage.”
“Rose?” Jasmine asked, offering her a crooked smile.
The helmet nodded slightly. “Mom was obsessed with Rosemary Clooney, the whole Clooney family, really, but she loved Rosemary. So much so that when dad died, she had our name legally changed to Clooney.”
“No relation.” Felicity quipped.
“No relation,” Rose answered.
“I hate to break up the pity party,” they all turned to see Kayla in the doorway, “but techno douche wants to get Rig’s bathroom done ‘get out of this creepy house’, as he puts it.”
Jasmine motioned them in, covering Rig up. When he was finished, he all but bolted out the door, Kayla rushing to keep up. “We’ll meet you in the car, James,” Tabitha told his back.
“Um, I’m almost done with my examination,” Tabitha told Jasmine. She turned back to Rig and started running her hands over his abdomen. Rig grunted softly as she examined his genitals after pushing lightly on his lower abdomen. She took his almost rigid shaft in her hand delicately. With her other hand, she moved it to her helmet and made a motion with it. The rest of them could see, from the side, the mirror portion sliding away. All they could see of Tabitha, however, was a small, pointed nose and a small portion of a dark, tanned cheek. She got in close to Rig’s cock, almost close enough to kiss it, if not for the face shield. She gripped it softly in one hand as she looked at his testicles, lifting them and rolling them gently around in her hand.
Jasmine scoffed, grinning. “You’re gonna have to remove that helmet if you want to see what it tastes like.”
Tabitha let go of Rig’s balls and slammed the mirror shield back over her helmet, but not before Jasmine noticed a slight darkening of the edges of her cheek that she could see. “I was examining for lumps in the testicles. As for the penis, I was testing the tissues for proper elasticity and ease of blood flow,” she stated quickly, as if she were caught with her hand in the cookie jar, quite literally. “It’s bigger, though, isn’t it? Not only longer, but slightly thicker as well?”
“Mmmm, yes, it is,” Jasmine said dreamily. “Do you want to ride it?” she teased, eyeing Tabitha.
“What!? No!! I’m a medical professional conducting an examination,” she said defiantly.
“Then why are you still holding his cock?” Felicity whispered in her ear. Well, she supposed where her ear would be without the helmet on.
Tabitha quickly released Rig’s penis, stepping back. “I… I…” she stammered. “I think… I’m done… with the examination. W-we can leave… now.” She turned toward the door, grabbing Rose’s hand as they walked out, the other women’s laughter following close behind. Brittany and Kayla met them at the door, Brittany handing Tabitha a sheet of paper. “What’s this?”
“A list of… let’s call it requests,” Jasmine answered from behind the biologist.
“Requests?” she asked, turning to look at Jasmine, confusion evident in her voice. “What kind of requests?” She started reading.
“The first part of the list details our basic necessities,” Kayla explained. “Items we need, like, yesterday. We’re out of food.”
“And the second part,” Brittany cut in, “lists items or projects we would like to see come to fruition over the next several weeks.”
“Alcohol is a necessity?” Tabitha asked, dryly.
“I don’t know,” Rose added. “I’m sure going to need a drink tonight.”
Tabitha sighed loudly. “Okay. I’ll see what I can do. No promises, though.”
“That’s all we ask,” Shannon said.
“In the meantime, why don’t I order you ladies a few pizzas to tide you over until we can deliver groceries?” Tabitha said.
“That would be wonderful,” Jasmine answered. “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse!”
“You just had breakfast not two hours ago!” Brittany chided jokingly.
“Yeah, well, I’m hungry again.” Jasmine shrugged. “What can I say? Girl’s gotta eat. Oh, by the way, for the beds? Tell them to order them from the place here in town. I think it’s that store downtown. Rig ordered my bed from them. Just have them send over four of the same beds they delivered a couple of days ago. They should know which ones you’re talking about when you mention Rig’s name.”
Tabitha’s helmet nodded. “Well, ladies, it has been a genuine pleasure. I find myself admitting that I am not looking forward to leaving.”
Jasmine couldn’t help noticing the tone of reluctance in her voice. She crossed her arms. “Tell you what. Tell your mom that anytime she wants to send someone over to examine Rig personally, as long as she sends you and Rose, you’re more than welcome here.” She looked at the other ladies of the house. They all nodded or shrugged. “Just don’t abuse that privilege.” She emphasized the last word.
“I will tell her. Thank you,” Tabitha said, laying a hand on Jasmine’s forearm.
Jasmine’s eyes went wide for just a split second before she composed herself. “Ladies,” she said, turning to the rest of her group. “Why don’t we let our guests know what kind of pizza we’d like, then adjourn to the living room for another meeting?” She glanced down at Rose’s hand for a second before turning away. “I, personally, would like a veggie with lots of pineapple.”
“Hawaiian,” Shannon said.
“Pepperoni and mushrooms!” Felicity piped up.
“Put jalapenos on half of that one and that’ll do me,” Kayla added.
“Just cheese and anchovies for me,” Brittany chimed in, finishing the order.
“Ew!!” the others said, looks of disgust on their faces.
“What?” Brittany looked at the others in turn. “It’s good!”
“If you say so, girlfriend,” Kayla said, rolling her eyes.
They said their goodbyes and, upon closing and locking the door, Jasmine’s knees buckled. Shannon and Kayla caught her immediately before she hit the floor. “Hey! Are you okay?” Shannon asked.
Kayla put a hand to her forehead. “She’s burning up,” she told Shannon.
They helped her into the living room and sat her down while Felicity ran to get the thermometer. She came back and took her temperature. “One oh two.”
“Oh, my,” Shannon said. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Jasmine shook her head. “Not yet. We have to talk first.”
“Nonsense,” Shannon said. “Whatever we need to talk about can wait.”
Jasmine was shaking her head. She leaned back in the recliner they placed in her as she spoke. “We have to talk about those two.” She pointed a thumb over her shoulder out the front door. “I have a feeling they’ll be back. Sooner rather than later.” She reached down to scratch at her backside.
“Why do you say that?” Brittany asked.
“Because,” Jasmine answered. “Both of their hands had rips in the gloves of their suits.” The others gasped.
“Are you sure?” Shannon asked.
Jasmine nodded. “I felt Tabithas when she put her hand on my arm, and I saw Rose’s. You would think those biohazard suits would have thicker material than that, but I think when Tabitha grabbed Rose’s hand to pull her out of Rig’s bedroom door, it must have ripped the fabric.”
“We’ve got to tell them,” Shannon started, getting up to go get her phone.
Again, though, Jasmine was shaking her head. “I don’t think this strain of the virus is communicable i that way.”
Shannon stopped in her tracks. She looked at Jasmine, concern and confusion etched all over her face. “Explain,” she said, probably a bit harsher than she intended.
“That’s just it,” Jasmine said, sounding defeated. “I can’t. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but when those two entered that room and looked at Rig, I heard their heartbeats increase.” She looked at Shannon in fear. “When they approached the bed, I could smell the desire coming off of them in waves. And when that guy came in to remove the cameras from the bathroom, I could feel the fear almost drowning him. He was terrified.” Tears welled up in her eyes and started pouring down her cheeks. “What’s happening to me!?” she cried.
Shannon rushed to her, sitting next to her, taking her in her arms, and holding her close. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “But we’ll figure it out. That’s what we’re here for.”
“When we orgasmed together earlier,” Jasmine explained further. “It was like a door in my chest was unlocked and something was released. Some innate animalistic desire overtook me and when you questioned me about lying down next to him,” she shuddered, starting to sob again. “I was fully prepared to rip your throat out for trying to keep me from him!”
Shannon kissed her head softly as she asked, “So, what held you back?”
Jasmine shrugged in her arms. “I don’t know. Maybe some subconscious recognition when you started speaking?”
Shannon just nodded her head. “Come on, sexy girl. Let’s get you to bed.” Shannon led the freckled beauty to her room and put her to bed. She gave her some ibuprofen to help with the fever, then tucked her in and kissed her softly on the lips. “Get some rest, love. We’ll come check on you when the pizza gets here.”
“Promise me something?” Jasmine asked, her eyes pleading as she scratched her backside again.
“Anything,” Shannon said as she cupped the girl’s cheek.
“Don’t let me hurt anyone.” Tears started trailing down her face.
“You won’t,” Shannon stated softly.
“How do you know?” Jasmine asked, a single worry line creasing between her eyebrows.
“Because no matter what’s happening to you, you love us,” Shannon answered. “You love every one of us and deep down, you’d never hurt someone you love. Am I right?”
Jasmine nodded. “But what if I’m not myself? Like R… Master?” She looked like she couldn’t say his name. “He could hurt one of us and never know he did it.”
“That’s why we’re all here, to look out for each other. We’d never let anything happen to any one of us,” Shannon reassured her. “Now, try not to think about it and get some rest.”
Shannon walked back into the living room where the others had taken seats and were talking amongst themselves. They all quieted at her approach. “Well, Doc? What’s the prognosis?” Brittany asked.
“Diagnosis,” Shannon corrected.
“Huh?” Brittany asked, confused.
“It’s a diagnosis. A diagnosis is identifying the problem and being able to treat it.” The doctor lectured. “A prognosis is a prediction of the outcome of a disease after treatment.”
“Okay, okay,” Brittany waved her hand to interrupt. “Whatever. What’s going on with her?”
“If I had to guess?” Shannon shook her head. “I’d say she’s about to go through a change, just like Ri…” She looked like she just drank sour milk. “Er, Master.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “You guys are getting serious about this ‘Master’ business. His name is Rig.” Her face went pale, and she looked around like something might lunge at her. Her eyes went wide as she looked back at Shannon. “The fuck?” she whispered.
“What’s the matter?” Shannon asked with a smirk. “Can’t say his name?” She chuckled.
“I’ve been able to say his name since I met him,” Kayla answered indignantly. Her features softened slightly. “It just sounds foreign now. Like it doesn’t belong in my mouth.”
“Like you feel like you’re going to be punished if you say it?” She smiled, knowingly. Kayla blushed, but nodded. “I’m sorry, Kayla. I don’t mean to tease, but you just make it so easy.” Shannon winked at the blonde bartender. “I still love you, though.”
Kayla smiled sheepishly while the others chuckled at her expense. Suddenly, she got this feeling in her chest. Like heartburn, but with no pain. She looked around and noticed the others holding their chests as well. Felicity and Brittany looked worried, but Shannon was looking at Kayla. “You’re up, beautiful.” Shannon smiled softly, a twinkle in her eye.
Kayla nodded and got up. “Anyone else want to come? I’m… kind of in the mood for an audience, for some strange reason.” She blushed profusely.
Shannon and Felicity both eagerly stood up. Brittany was shaking her head. “I’ll stay and wait for the pizza. I’ll let you know when it gets here.”
“Your loss.” Felicity shrugged, then froze as loud moans came from Rig’s bedroom. They all looked at each other wide-eyed, then rushed in to see Jasmine bouncing up and down on Rig’s cock. They collectively moaned as they watched her ass bounce every time she speared herself.
“Ohh. Yeah,” Jasmine moaned. “Fuck me, Master. Take me. Use me like the dirty whore I am!” The other four women moved to the bedside, their hands between their legs, rubbing their pussies furiously. Kayla was biting her bottom lip so hard it started to bleed when, abruptly, Jasmine stopped and looked at her. The redhead pointed a shaky finger at Kayla and said, “Sit on his face. Let our Master tongue fuck you.”
Kayla hesitated. “But, he’s asleep. How’s…” she trailed off as fire came into Jasmine’s eyes. If looks could kill, Kayla was sure she’d be hamburger meat right at that moment. She looked down at Jasmine’s pussy and noticed Rig was moving up and down so subtly it was almost imperceptible.
She took off her clothes and climbed up on the bed. Jasmine had an almost feral grin on her face as Kayla straddled Rig’s face and slowly lowered herself down to his mouth. She jumped as Rig’s tongue darted out and started licking her soaking wet pussy. “Oh, god!” she cried out. She started rocking her hips back and forth on his tongue and, before long, had a pleasant rhythm going.
She looked at Jasmine and grinned before leaning forward and kissing the red-haired madwoman. Jasmine, for her part, was, essentially, twerking on Rig’s thick member again. The other three women moved towards the end of the bed to get a better view of their Master’s cock sliding in and out of Jasmine’s slick pussy. The three of them climaxed suddenly and their knees buckled.
Kayla began moaning uncontrollably. “Oh. God. Yes, Master. Lick my pussy! Suck my clit!! OH, GOD!! I’M GOING TO CUM!! CUM WITH ME JAZ!! AHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed as her body locked up and she squirted all over Rig’s face and into his mouth. He just swallowed it all and kept on lapping at her pussy as he started moaning into her vagina.
The sound of hips slapping together brought Kayla’s attention back to Jasmine as she came down from her high. Jasmine had her eyes closed and was slamming down on Rig’s cock so hard Kayla thought she’d break him. She screamed a second later as she came and Rig’s hips bucked up into her. Rig’s orgasm was so explosive that his seed spurted out from the sides of Jasmine’s pussy around his shaft. His mouth locked around Kayla’s clit and she came again, coating his face in her juices as the three of them passed out together.
Sometime later, a soft whispering awakened Kayla. “Wake up, love. Pizza’s here.” As she slowly regained consciousness, she noticed she was lying next to an abnormally feverish body. She blinked her eyes open to see Jasmine next to her, fitful in her slumber and whimpering softly with every third or fourth breath. She turned her head to see Felicity smiling down at her. “Come on,” the nurse said, taking her hand and helping her up. “Pizza’s here.”
Kayla looked down at the beautiful redhead. She pointed at her while looking back at Felicity. “Her ears…”
“Yeah,” Felicity interrupted. “Best let the Doc try to explain that one to you. I may be an excellent nurse, but I’d fuck that explanation up three ways to Sunday.” She shrugged as she led Kayla to the kitchen. When they walked in, Felicity handed Kayla off to Shannon. She touched her ear while looking at Shannon and walked over to grab a slice of pizza.
Shannon sighed, then chuckled while shaking her head. “If she wasn’t so goddamned good in the sack…”
“Kiss my ass, bitch!” Felicity laughed before taking a bite.
Shannon laughed, then looked at Kayla. “So, you noticed her ears were slightly different, huh?”
Kayla nodded. “What…”
Shannon put her hand up, stopping her question. “I don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on. She’s changing. That’s all I know.” She gave Felicity a sidelong glance, then sighed again. “She also appears to be… growing a… tail.”
Kayla blinked. “A tail!?” Shannon nodded. “Like, a tail, tail!?” She pointed to her ass. Shannon nodded again. “So she’s turning into what? Some sort of animal!?”
Shannon growled in frustration. “I don’t fucking know! Okay!?” She sighed and put her head in her hands. She looked up at Kayla again, who was looking around the room at the other two women. “The only thing we can do is keep an eye on her and take care of her the best we know how.”
“I still think we should call Tabitha,” Brittany piped up.
“I’ve already told you,” Shannon sounded exasperated. “There’s no way of getting in touch with her without going through her mother, and there’s no way in HELL I’m going to do that!”
Kayla hugged the extremely stressed-out doctor. “It’s going to be okay. One way or another.”
Felicity snorted. “Oh, there’s more.”
Kayla looked up at her as she pulled back slightly. “What do you mean, there’s more?” She looked down at Shannon in confusion.
Shannon sighed again. “We have a theory that, eventually, we’re all going to change in some way or another.” She looked up at Kayla. “And if it cycles the way we think,” she looked down, “you’re next.”
Kayla stepped back in shock. “The fuck do you mean I’m next?”
“The order we’ve been going in,” Brittany said. “Jasmine was first, you’re second, then Felicity, me, and finally, Shannon.”
“What!?” Kayla looked panicked now, eyes wide, looking at the other three women in turn. “I don’t want to turn into an animal! I don’t…” She began to sob as she looked like she was a cornered animal about to bolt.
Surprisingly, it was Brittany that moved to her and tried to calm her down. It took some time and quite a few struggles, but eventually, she was able to get her calm enough to sit. She placed the pizza in front of her, but Kayla just stared off into space. Brittany put a slice of pizza up to her mouth and Kayla absently took a bite. About that time, the doorbell rang. Kayla didn’t even register that she’d heard it.
“I’ll stay with her and try to get her to eat some more,” Brittany said.
Shannon nodded, and she and Felicity went to answer the door. They looked through the camera at an unassuming-looking middle-aged man on the front porch. “Um, can I help you?” Shannon asked through the speaker.
“Uh, yes, ma’am,” the man said. “I got a load to deliver to this address. The men at the gate told me to come up here and find out where you want it.”
“A… load?” Felicity stammered, confused.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pointed to a tractor-trailer in the driveway.
“You telling me that trailer is full of supplies for us?” Shannon asked.
“Yes ma’am,” the man replied.
“Give us a minute, please, sir,” Shannon said. “That was fucking fast,” she whispered to the others.
Brittany walked into the living room at that moment and took over. “I’ll take care of this,” she said matter-of-factly. She got on the intercom. “How do you do, driver?”
“I’m doing well, ma’am. Just wanting to get this load delivered,” he answered.
“I understand, but you do realize it’s gonna be a couple hours, at least, because it’s just us women here to unload it?” Brittany asked.
“That’s what they told me, ma’am, but I figured it’d take a lot longer, seeing as I don’t see a dock anywhere.” He chuckled.
“Well, you’re in luck, driver. Drive straight down the driveway and around the right side of the house, you’ll see a short dock facing the backyard. Slide your tandems all the way forward, open your doors and bump the dock. We’ll give you five pounds on the bulkhead when we’re done. Get yourself a nap if you need one. It’s gonna be awhile.” Brittany gave the instructions like she knew what she was doing.
“Uh, begging your pardon, ma’am, but slide the tandems forward? That’s a new one,” he said, chuckling.
“Yes, sir. This dock’s height is slightly shorter than normal. Even sliding your tandems forward, you’ll still be too tall, but we can make it work,” Brittany said.
“Yes, ma’am. I can also raise the landing gear as far as it will go. That will lower the back even further.” The driver said.
“It might,” Brittany replied. “But don’t inconvenience yourself on our account. How heavy is the load?”
“According to the bills, about twenty thousand,” the man replied.
“Tell you what,” Brittany began. “If you’re of a mind to do it, we’d sure appreciate it. If you’re not, however, it’s no sweat off our balls.”
The man roared with laughter. “Yes, ma’am!!” he said, still laughing, and walked back to his truck.
Felicity and Shannon were staring dumbfounded at Brittany. “What?” she asked. “My daddy’s been driving a truck for 30 years. You think I didn’t pick up some of the lingo?” She winked. “Come on, ladies. All hands on dick.” She grinned as she walked towards the dock.
“Uh, don’t you mean ‘deck’?” Shannon asked, confused.
Brittany winked back over her shoulder as she sauntered away. “I said what I meant, and I meant what I said.” She giggled.
The two women grinned at each other as they all three entered the kitchen to find Kayla finishing the last of her pizza. She was still in somewhat of a daze. “Come on, beautiful, we’ve got work to do,” Shannon said, kissing her cheek.
Kayla looked up at her with big doe eyes that began to moisten again. “I don’t want to be a monster,” she said meekly.
Shannon kissed her lips softly. “Oh, baby.” She hugged the bartender to her breasts and kissed her on top of her head. “I can’t promise that you won’t be.” She pulled back and grinned at her. “I can promise, however, that you will be able to get as drunk as you want in a few hours.” She winked.
Kayla’s eyes went wide, and she went rigid. “Whiskey’s here??” she asked excitedly, forgetting all about possibly turning into an animal.
Shannon nodded. “As far as I know. The truck is backing into the dock as we speak.” Kayla took off towards the door. “Hey! Put some clothes on, at least!!” Shannon giggled and shook her head.
Ten minutes later, they all arrived at the dock, ready to get to work. “Looks like he cranked the landing gear all the way up after all,” Brittany said, smiling. “We’re gonna have to give him something for that.”
“How do you know?” Felicity asked.
Kayla pointed to the dock. “See how the trailer almost matches up with the height of the dock?” Brittany looked at the blonde bartender with a newfound respect and smiled. “So you know a thing or two about trucking?”
Kayla nodded. “Ri… um… Master,” she blushed, “taught me.”
Brittany smiled and continued the explanation. “If he just backed into the dock with his tandems, that’s trailer wheels, by the way, all the way forward, there’d still be a good almost foot or so height difference, which would make it near impossible for us to get any pallets off the trailer, even with a threshold plate.” She pointed to a thick sheet of metal leaning against the wall. “We would have to unload everything off of the pallet onto the floor, pull the pallet out of the trailer, then load everything back onto the pallet to move it all efficiently. As it stands, there’s maybe only an inch or two difference, so the threshold plate will work perfectly, and we can have it all unloaded inside of two hours.”
Felicity whispered into Shannon’s ear. “Did you know that those trailer wheels moved?”
Shannon shook her head and shrugged. “Well, let’s get to work then. The beds we can move straight to the bedrooms and the pallets we can store out here until we’re ready to take them all inside.” They started in, grabbing mattresses and hauling them into the house.
Behind the bedding, they encountered what looked like a bar countertop. Kayla’s eyes went wide. “My bar!!” she exclaimed. She lovingly hugged and caressed it before trying to pick up one end. “Oof! It’s heavy. Looks like it’s going to take all four of us to unload it.”
“Okay,” Brittany said. “Let’s just leave it out here up against that wall for the time being.” Kayla pouted, but nodded. It took some doing, but they got it out of the trailer. Behind that were some dry goods pallets. Brittany grabbed the pallet jack and Kayla followed her into the trailer and together they started unloading the pallets and placing them along the far wall next to the bar.
They all paused at that moment as they heard moans of ecstasy coming from the house. Shannon and Felicity shared a knowing grin and walked in that direction as they heard Jasmine scream in climax. They weren’t doing anything, anyway. Kayla moaned happily as they pulled the pallet of alcohol off the trailer. “Kayla, help me with this bulkhead divider.”
“Is that what that’s called?” she asked. “I always called it a freezer wall.”
Brittany shrugged. “That works, too.” Once they got the bulkhead divider moved out of the way, a blast of freezing cold air hit them in their faces. What lay behind were six pallets of perishable food.
Felicity grinned, coming up behind them. “Well, ladies, it looks like we’re eating in hog heaven tonight!” Kayla raised an eyebrow in question and Felicity just shrugged. “Doc’s cleaning them up and tucking Jaz back into bed. Best if you see for yourself.”
After getting it all unloaded and the food put away, they all, Shannon was done by then, convened in the kitchen. “So,” Brittany started, “what should we do for our illustrious delivery driver? I’m thinking a pic of our tits.” She grinned wickedly.
Kayla gasped. “What!? Are you serious!?”
Felicity giggled and cupped her tiny, almost nonexistent tits. “I’ve certainly flashed my share of truckers back in the day. I’m game.”
“Truckers do like tits.” Shannon chimed in, grinning. “No matter the size.” She winked and pinched one of Felicity’s nipples.
The three of them looked at Kayla. She rolled her eyes. “Ugh! Fine. It’s not like we’re ever going to see him again, anyway.”
Brittany squealed excitedly and got her phone out and placed it on the counter. As the others pulled their shirts up, she lined up the shot. She set the timer, then rushed back to the others as she pulled her own shirt up. She posed, right leg straight up in the air as she pulled her panties aside right as the camera flashed, exposing her pussy in all its glory.
Kayla went to look and upon seeing the picture, her eyes went wide as she stared at Brittany. Then she grinned. “You little slut!” She giggled. Brittany grinned. They all moved behind her to look. Brittany was on the left. Next to her was Felicity, hands on her hips and a big smile on her face. Then there was Kayla, hands clasped behind her back, chest puffed out. And finally, Shannon was on the other end. She had a seductive look on her face as she bit her bottom lip.
Brittany grabbed the phone. “That’s perfect. I’ll get it printed out and put it on the back of the trailer.”
“Perfect, and fucking hot. I want one, too! Hey, anybody have any money?” Shannon asked. “I’m sure he’s going to drool over that picture for weeks, but I’d like to give him something that will actually help him, as well. I’ve got about a hundred in my purse.” They all rifled through their purses and wallets and ended up with close to three hundred dollars. Then, after Brittany printed out the picture, they wrote him a nice brief note thanking him for bringing them the supplies they needed to survive and wishing him a wonderful day. They stuffed the note and the picture inside an envelope. Then they all donned lipstick and placed four pairs of kissy lips on the outside of the envelope and sprayed it with a light mist of perfume.
Felicity opted to bang on the bulkhead after they cleaned the trailer out. She heard a muffled, “Damn, that was quicker than I expected.” She giggled as she walked back to the dock and closed the dock door after placing the envelope on the trailer floor. They waited, listening as they heard the truck start up. After the driver got hooked back up and pulled out, they all smiled as they heard him say, “What’s this?” They heard the envelope being opened and a pause. “Aww, that’s so sweet ladies, thank y-HOLY SHIT!!” The girls dissolved into fits of laughter as they assumed he found the picture. “Ladies.” They heard him say. “Thank you. Seriously. I’ll cherish the picture forever, but the money is the real blessing. Thank you.” They could hear the appreciation in his voice.
“You’re welcome,” they all replied seductively, in unison.
The man just chuckled and finished his work.
As they walked back into the house, Kayla piped up. “Is anyone else slightly more aroused at the idea that he’s gonna be choking his chicken tonight at the sight of our tits?”
“I’ve been trying not to think about or do anything that even remotely involves my pussy,” Felicity said, almost whining. “That includes peeing. Just wiping up after that causes me to almost orgasm. It’s absolutely maddening!”
“I know what you mean,” Brittany added. “I have to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to calm down before even standing up.”
Shannon went and heated some pizza. “I have yet to be able to resist,” Shannon whispered.
Kayla put an arm around her. “That doesn’t mean you’re weak.” She kissed the platinum blonde doctor on the cheek.
“Now I don’t feel so bad when I do succumb to temptation and frig myself on the toilet,” Brittany said, embarrassed.
“Okay, we seriously need to stop talking about it or I’m going to squirt all over this kitchen floor!” Felicity whined.
Shannon changed the subject. “We need to try to get Jasmine to eat. Kayla, try not to freak out again when you see her, okay?”
Kayla nodded, afraid again. “I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” Shannon touched her cheek, tenderly rubbed a thumb across her lips, and then walked out of the kitchen, the others following.
They got to Jasmine’s room, and all filed in. She was asleep on her side, facing them. Kayla’s eyes went wide as her gaze locked on Jasmine’s ears. They seemed to be slowly traveling up the side of her head. They were about forehead height now and started to grow to points at the tips. They also seemed to have reddish-brown peach fuzz growing all over them. She couldn’t help but notice the scratch marks on the side of her face where her ears would normally be. Shannon stroked her cheek softly. “Jasmine,” she cooed. “Time to wake up, baby girl. You need to eat something.”
“Mmmmm,” Jasmine moaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her smile went wide as she took in the girls surrounding her bed. “Mmmm, my sisters.” She looked confused for a moment. “But where are the other two?” She looked at Shannon in confusion.
Shannon looked hesitantly back at the others. “They’ll be along soon, honey. For now, you need to eat.” She pointed to the plate of veggie pizza.”
Jasmine scrunched up her nose as she sat up slowly and placed her hands in her lap. “No meat?” she asked, hopeful, eyes looking from one girl to the other.
“But you’re a vegetarian,” Kayla replied, softly.
Jasmine’s face bunched up in confusion. “I… am?” They all nodded.
Her eyes turned hopeful again, almost pleading, as they locked with Shannon’s and she grabbed her gently by the forearm. Shannon noticed that her fingernails were slowly turning into claws. “But I don’t have to be, right?” She turned her hopeful gaze on the others in turn. “I can eat meat if I want to, right?”
Brittany smiled and nodded. “We just got a shit-ton of food in. How does a nice, juicy steak sound?”
Jasmine squealed with delight and leaped out of bed to wrap the ebony beauty in a hug. Kayla about fainted when she beheld Jasmine’s tail growing out the top of her ass crack. It was about two feet long and had the same reddish-brown peach fuzz growing on it. She tentatively reached out to touch it, but Felicity slapped her hand away discreetly. Kayla’s eyes flashed towards the brunette nurse, but Felicity was shaking her head with her hands up in a gesture of surrender. [I’ll explain later,] she mouthed. Kayla sighed and nodded as they all headed back to the kitchen.
On their way back to the kitchen, Felicity held Kayla back. “I’m sorry, but I know how sensitive she is about her tail. I accidentally touched it while we were carrying her back to her room and she woke up long enough to take a swipe at me.”
Kayla nodded and gulped. “Glad you stopped me, then. Wouldn’t want to get raked by those claws.”
“Claws?” Felicity asked.
Kayla looked at her. “You didn’t see the claws growing from her fingernails?”
Felicity blanched and shook her head. “Glad she didn’t get me, then.” They continued their slow walk down the hallway arm in arm when Felicity spoke again. “So, what do you think? Fox or cat?” Kayla looked at her, brow wrinkled in confusion. “Oh, come on. You can’t be that wrapped up in booze that you don’t know about monster girls!”
Kayla’s eyes went wide as she stopped mid-stride. “You think that’s what’s happening!?”
“Well, the evidence so far is pretty clear. The only things changing on her body are her ears, hands, and she’s growing a tail.” Felicity thought for a second. “Come to think of it, I think she’s gotten just a smidge taller as well. But, yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening.”
Kayla looked somewhat relieved. “Well, at least we have some idea of what’s going on now.”
“So, what do you think?” Felicity asked again.
“Oh. Definitely Fox,” Kayla answered.
“What makes you say that?” Felicity asked.
Kayla shrugged. “The color of the fur growing on her ears and tail. I’ve never seen a cat with that color. Only foxes.”
“And if you had a choice?” Felicity asked.
“Cat,” Kayla answered without hesitation. “You?”
Felicity thought about it for a minute. “Red Panda.”
Kayla cocked an eyebrow. “China’s version of our trash panda, huh? They are adorable, I’ll admit.”
“I KNOW!!!” Felicity gushed. “With their cute little masked faces and ringed tails. They’re so cute!!”
They walked into the kitchen when they smelled the aroma of meat cooking. Jasmine was sitting on a barstool chatting with Brittany and Shannon, but started when Felicity wrapped her arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. Kayla came around front after the nurse released her and wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s neck and kissed her passionately on the lips, darting her tongue in and out of the girl’s mouth. They both moaned before Kayla released her with a blush, but Jasmine latched on to her hips and pulled her back in. “Mmmm. I want more of that!”
Before she could lock her lips back onto Kayla’s, however, Brittany slid a juicy rare steak in front of her. She looked from Kayla to the steak and licked her lips; from the steak to Kayla and licked her lips again; from Kayla to the steak; the steak won out, though. She reluctantly released Kayla and grabbed the plate. Brittany gave her a fork and knife as she was about to bite into the meat. She took the utensils hesitantly but quickly started obliterating the meat. She sawed a piece of meat and stuffed it in her mouth and moaned in ecstasy as she chewed.
Her hips began to rock back and forth slightly, and Kayla couldn’t help but look down at her perfect, shaved pussy. The barstool quickly became slick with her juices, and Kayla, not totally realizing what she was doing, knelt down in front of her as she ate. Her pussy was at the perfect height for Kayla, and she grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the barstool before diving in and licking Jasmine’s pussy all over to clean up her juices. She relished in the taste. She’d never tasted another woman before and wondered why in the hell it took her this long to sum up the courage to do so. Jasmine tasted heavenly, and she moaned into the girl’s pussy as she licked it from hole to clit and back again. Juices kept pouring out of the freckled beauty as Kayla continued licking them up and devouring her.
Jasmine moaned loudly from the table with a mouthful of food. “Ohhh God, Kayla. Soooo good.” Kayla continued licking and sucking on Jasmine’s pussy as Jasmine tried to finish her steak. She succeeded, but it took a lot longer than expected because of Kayla. “Oh god!” Jasmine finally moaned, gripping the edge of the island as her hips began grinding on Kayla’s face, all thoughts of steak gone as Kayla’s tongue slipped inside of Jasmine’s hole and started grinding on that rough patch at the top of her tunnel. Jasmine locked up as she threw her head back in a silent scream. She didn’t make a sound as her body began to spasm in rapturous ecstasy. Her fingernails dug into the wood of the countertop and carved neat grooves in the edges.
Kayla’s face and hair were now soaked in Jasmine’s cum as she squirted all over the blonde bartender. Jasmine began to breathe again, taking gulping breaths of precious oxygen between words as her orgasm began to slowly subside. “OHH!! MY!! GOD!! OHH! AHHH!! FUCK!!” She collapsed on the surface of the island, head on her now folded arms as she continued panting. Kayla finished by licking the freckled beauty’s pussy clean, and Jasmine jerked involuntarily as Kayla suckled on her clit and pulled back.
Kayla slowly kissed up Jasmine’s panting belly to her heaving breasts, where she took each nipple in her mouth, one after the other, and sucked on it for a second, rolling her tongue around it, before moving upwards. Kayla licked the center cleft of Jasmine’s collarbone as Jasmine sat upright to allow her access. She then licked up her chin before thrusting her tongue in Jasmine’s mouth and kissing her like they were the only two women in the world, grinding her hips against the redhead and wrapping her arms around her to hold her steady.
Kayla ended the kiss slowly and pulled back, looking deeply into Jasmine’s eyes. Jasmine’s breath hitched at the love she saw in those eyes. Her own eyes teared up at the raw, naked desire she saw in those eyes. Her heart swelled at the unmitigated devotion she saw in those eyes. Kayla’s forehead touched Jasmine’s and moved softly side to side as she whispered. “I want you. I need you. I love you. I love our Master. Deeply. But I love you just as much.” Tears began trailing down her cheeks as she continued in a hoarse whisper. “And I’m terrified of this transformation you’re going through. I’m scared shitless for you. And I can’t help but be scared for me, as well.”
“Shhh,” Jasmine whispered as she put a finger to the blonde bartender’s lips. She reached around Kayla and grabbed a hand towel and began gingerly wiping her face and head clean. “I know you’re scared,” she said in a whisper. “We all are. But remember, we’re here for each other. Nothing is going to happen to us as long as we’re together.” She kissed Kayla’s lips again, then pulled back to look into her eyes. “I love you, too, you know?” She smiled warmly at Kayla.
Kayla saw in that smile a bit of the old Jasmine and smiled back. Then she scrunched up her nose. “Is something burning?” She turned her head to see the other women staring at her with a mix of awe, shock, and, most evidently, desire.
Brittany jumped at Kayla’s question. “SHIT!!” She frantically pulled the pan off the burner as she rushed to the sink and dumped the charred lump of what used to be a steak in the sink and turned on the water. “Well, I was gonna start dinner early, but somebody had to go a make a fucking distractingly erotic spectacle of herself.” She grinned at Kayla, who blushed to her roots. “New rule. No more sex while cooking is being done.” She winked at Kayla, who, surprisingly, winked back.
Jasmine stood and released Kayla as she started rubbing her pussy. “He’s calling,” she simply said.
“When is it my turn?” Kayla whined. “It’s supposed to be my turn.”
Jasmine cupped her cheek gently. “I assume when my transformation is complete. Then, yours will begin.” She smiled at Kayla, a bit of excitement in her eyes. Then she turned and started for the door, still rubbing her pussy as she walked.
“Jaz?” Shannon called.
Jasmine halted and turned, an annoyed look on her face at being kept from her Master. “What is it?” she asked gruffly. “He’s waiting.”
“Do you still have your IUD?” Shannon asked.
Jasmine spread her legs a bit and thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back as she moaned. “MMMMMmmm, yup. Still there,” she replied seductively, before licking her fingers clean with a wink and walking out the door.
“We’ll come take care of you in a minute!” Shannon called after her, shaking her head. “Insatiable,” she muttered. She looked at the rest of the ladies. “Come on, Sexy Legs. We gotta get started on the testing.”
Before Felicity could move, however, the doorbell rang. “Who the hell could that be?” Shannon asked. Brittany stayed back to get started on dinner, but the other three girls rushed to the front door. They flipped the camera on to see two women, one tall, one shorter, on the front porch. They both had fairly large backpacks on their shoulders.
The taller one had long, blue hair the color of blueberries, obviously dyed, with a smidge of strawberry blonde showing at the roots. She had a narrow face with slightly inset dark blue eyes set above a sloped nose and full, luscious lips. She had a gymnast’s body with curves that ran for days. She had on a tight, white tank top and no bra and her moderately sized breasts were almost busting through the fabric. Her small, insanely dark nipples were in stark contrast to her almost albino-like white skin. Her narrow waist sloped outwards to accentuate wide hips covered by a pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts so short that even Daisy would hesitate to wear them. All of this rested atop long, highly toned legs.
The shorter girl was obviously of Latin descent. Dark, tanned skin stretched across her supple frame. Jet black hair fell down behind a heart-shaped face and beautiful brown eyes the color of dark chocolate. A petite nose, slightly upturned, rested above thin, pert lips painted as black as her hair. She had on a black tank top and it was evident that she didn’t wear a bra either, but she didn’t really need one. Her breasts were only slightly bigger than Jasmine’s. Her nipples were large and perky. She had a slim body with narrow hips covered by a skin-tight leather miniskirt and average, yet supple, legs. Shannon noticed the two women squirming, almost as if they had to pee. She also couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t that cold outside, so the women’s nipples shouldn’t be as hard as they were.
“Uh, two questions, ladies. First, how the hell did you get in here? And second, how can we help you?” Kayla asked, hesitantly.
“Kayla?” the Latina asked.
“TABITHA!?” the three women exclaimed in unison, astonished.
“Uh, yeah,” she answered. “Can we come in?”
Felicity held up a finger to the others, a devious smile on her face. “Does mommy know you’re here?” she teased.
Tabitha sighed. “No. And even if she did, it’s none of her damn business!” she said hotly.
“Ohh. Feisty!” Felicity replied. “Well, even if she doesn’t know, if we let you in, she’ll definitely know when she sees her darling little girl bouncing up and down on Master’s rock-hard cock.”
The two women outside squirmed even more, confirming Shannon’s suspicions. “Enough teasing, please?” Rose pleaded. “Can we come in? Please?” Her eyes were as round and vulnerable as a cat’s begging for treats.
Shannon unlocked the door and stood in the doorway, looking at the two women. “You have to pay a toll first.” She arched an eyebrow.
“What toll?” Rose asked, frustrated. “Are you a fucking bridge troll or something?”
“If I am, I’m the sexiest troll you’ll ever see,” Shannon sneered, teasing. “Now, the toll is to kiss every woman in this house, with tongue, for no less than ten seconds. Only then, do you get to taste our Master’s cock.” She grinned wickedly.
“Fine by me.” Tabitha shrugged. “I’m bi.”
“Never would have pegged you,” Kayla said. “Does your mom know?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“Nope,” she answered pointedly. “Guess the cat will be out of the bag soon, though, huh?”
Kayla shrugged. “Guess so. Rose?”
Rose fidgeted. “I’m not bi. I’m not even a lesbian.”
“And I’m not budging,” Shannon said matter-of-factly. “Because every woman in this house, except for Brittany so far but she’ll be there soon, has tasted another woman’s pussy. “It’s inevitable with what Master is doing to us. So make your choice. Kiss and enter, or not kiss and be miserable for the rest of your existence.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it,” Rose faltered. “Just that I’ve never done it before.”
“If it makes you feel any better, neither have I,” Kayla reassured her. “I’ve always been straight. Seen plenty of naked women and not once have I ever been turned on by the sight. That is, until I got here. Now I can’t seem to get turned off.” She blushed to her roots.
“O-okay.” Rose stammered. “I’ll do it.” She moved to Shannon. “Can I kiss Kayla first?” Her heart was hammering in her chest. Shannon smiled and moved aside to let the blue-haired bombshell through.
Kayla smiled warmly as she opened her arms. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”