Hammerson House 2: Getting the Girls          by: Zedd

 

Melissa checked the house for the fifth time. Today was Sunday and she had spent the whole day cleaning and repairing as best she could. She wasn’t much at repairing, but the carpenter in back putting up drywall was. The electrician was upstairs rewiring the second bedroom, and the plumber was somewhere else. She didn’t know! She couldn’t keep track of everyone while she cleaned.

She was a little agitated at them. It seemed every time she cleaned a room to her satisfaction, one of them would come in, do some repairs, and leave the place in a mess bigger than the one she cleaned! Oh well, she told herself, it will be nice to have the place humming and thumping again, just like the old days.

She gazed at the carpenter as he strolled past carrying his tool box and thought how nice it would be to have one of her girls having such skills. It would really cut back on the repair bills if one of them could repair something themselves. She smacked her lips and grinned broadly, humming to herself as she busied herself in the front parlor. That’s when Stacy came in dressed in cutoff shorts, a crop tee shirt and sneakers with pink socks. Her coveralls were covered in grease, but it failed to hide the raw sexual beauty that emanated from her eyes and smile.

"Hi Stacy. How’s that old car out back coming along?" Stacy had a natural skill with auto mechanics and seemed to breeze through most machines.

"Oh, it’s a mess." She spoke in her breathy child-like voice. I liked the contrast that it gave her. The know-it-all mechanic that could fix most things guys could only guess at what the problem might be, while speaking with an ultra sexy voice that could melt a frigid, straight woman.

"But I think with a couple of new parts I can get it back up and running!" She said with enthusiasm.

"Anything get in the way?" I asked her, looking at the two huge, circular grease spots on the front of her breasts. She looked down and laughed.

"Yeah, I guess so. I never realized until now." She said as she vainly tried brushing off some of the grit still on her.

"You’re still very beautiful, and sexy." She smiled at me warmly before blushing.

"I’m still not quite used to looking like this I guess." She giggled before quickly lifting her tee shirt to expose the 36 DD white satin bra she had squeezed herself into this morning. There was even a little grease on it.

I admired her firm body a bit as she thought how she was going to get herself clean. She was a little taller than I, standing 5’8" tall, but I figured she would need it to work as our mechanic. She elected to keep her long auburn tresses tied into a thick ponytail that hung straight down her back, out of the way of the motor she was working on. Her weighing at 138 pounds only made her body that much more voluptuous. I gave her a 36 DD bra to wear today, but she really needed a 36 E. Her nipples were rather large, but looked normal next to mine, and I liked having large nipples. Her trim waist measured only 23 inches and her hips were a slim 34 inches. Her butt was a perfect teardrop but a little small compared to mine. She smiled at me when she realized I had been gazing at her, and blew me a kiss with her full lipstick covered lips before going upstairs to change. Stacy had come a long way since her and I had made love two days ago! Of course, then she had been know as Nick, the mechanic from the shop in town!

Stacy looked delicious after she changed!

When she came down a little bit later, she was wearing a white pullover that was so tight, it showed every delicious curve on her upper torso, and a very cute skirt that was so short, it would flash her white panties whenever she moved too quickly. She chose to wear little sneakers with pink ankle socks today. evidently she had decided to take a break from working on the car and wanted to flirt with the handymen we had around.

I was very happy with how Stacy turned out, and hoped I would have similar successes in the next few days. I noticed the electrician as he made his way down to the breaker box in the basement again. If he proved at all capable with the rewiring, then I think he would be my first red head. I smiled even more at the thought of how much fun red heads could be!

The front parlor was looking good, the chandelier had been repaired and dusted, the paintings cleaned of dust, and the furniture cleaned and deodorized. The carpets throughout really needed replaced, but that would have to wait until we started getting some real money coming in.

I wiped the last of the dust off the bookcase and thought about what else needed to be done. The upstairs were all but finished, and the back deck was repaired and painted with new screens put in. I thought about the basement and cringed. I really didn’t want to have to clean that one by myself. I was glad however of the wine stock I still had. Evidently, the thought that the old place had been haunted was just enough to keep most of the people out. If fact, I was surprised at how well the old place had held up over the years.

I turned to see the plumber wave a piece of paper at me while standing near the door. That would be the bill, I surmised.

"Was there any major problems?" I asked him, taking the bill and looking it over.

"Nope. Everything was pretty solid. Just a couple of leaks here and there." He paused as he looked around. "They just don’t build them like this anymore. All that new fangle plumbing stock ain’t worth the spit they put ‘em together with." He smirked at the thought before glancing at my cleavage. I couldn’t help but smile.

"Tell me Mr., uh. . "

"Camble. Mr. Carl Camble." He supplied as I walked him to the door.

"Well, Mr. Camble. Tell me, do you like blondes, brunettes or redheads the best?" He looked at me a little surprised at first, probably uncomfortable talking about women with one, but one look at my overfilled blouse was enough to get his mouth moving.

"Well, now I suppose I’m partial to just about anything that looks like you do, young lady." He smiled his best gentlemanly smile, and vainly tried to hide the gap in his upper teeth from showing. I smiled right back and steered him toward the study, making sure to shove my huge, left breast against his arm the whole way.

I knew Mr. Camble was a butt man though. The minute he had showed up at my door, he couldn’t take his eyes off my 38" hips, or the fact that my ass jutted out behind me a little more than average. I have what you might call a ‘wide load.’ I like the fact that my ass gets as much attention as the rest of me. Plus, I need it for counterbalance.

Once I had him seated, I fetched him a drink of water and made sure he was comfortable. The whole time I was moving around, he watched my breasts bounce and jiggle whenever I walked into the room, or my ass jiggle and shake when I left.

"I wanted to thank you for all the hard work you’ve done on the house. So, in addition to your payment, I’d like to give you this ring as a token of my appreciation." He took the ring I held out and looked at with a little embarrassment.

"Well, I really don’t know what to say Miss. It’s a right pretty thing, that’s for sure, but I think it’s a tad too girly looking for me. Don’t ya think?" He asked, for the first time looking in my eyes instead of my chest.

"I think it would look wonderful. But there’s another reason I gave it to you." I paused until he looked at me again. "I’m not going to tell you that, though. You’ll just have to wear it and find out yourself.’ He looked at the ring again, then at me to see if I was joking. I merely smiled girlishly and clasped my hands together in my lap while straightening my arms. This caused my breasts to squeeze together enticingly and threatened to burst the blouse I was wearing. I of course took no notice, and merely tried to look as both cute and erotic as possible. I get off on the slutty school girl look, if you haven’t guessed.

My actions had the desired effect as Mr. Camble said he’d take it, then slipped it on his pinky finger. I smiled and gave him a hug, thrusting my big melons into his chest, and kissed him passionately on the cheek, dragging my lips away erotically. It left a large smear of lipstick on his face he didn’t know about.

I walked him to the door and said goodbye, knowing full well that when his wife saw his face, and the lipstick smear, he’d be packing a suitcase.

I decided to clean myself up a little, then go check on the electrician. I had plans for Mr. Thompson!

Bill Thompson was just about done rewiring the upstairs. Most of the wiring was substandard, but he decided that not all of it needed replacing. He didn’t think this old house would be standing for long anyway. A place this old, with only girls living here was a hazard! An accident waiting to happen, in his book! Not replacing the whole system was saving him time, and that big-titted woman a whole bunch of money. Besides, he thought with a grin, she’d be calling him back in a week or two anyway. He chuckled at the prospect of coming back late one night and finding the whore waiting for him, wearing nothing but a skimpy see-through robe, pleading for him to fix the burnt out switch in her bedroom! He imagined her begging to do anything she could if he would only see his way to helping her.

He couldn’t help it as he felt himself getting an erection. His imagination would sometimes just take off, causing him to try and explain the straining bulge in his pants. Most often though, no one would notice, and he would get away with it. He thought about sneaking into the bathroom and jerking himself off, the woman downstairs was so hot, but decided to wait a little longer. He’d never seen tits like hers around here, anyway. He was sure she was from out of town. Hell, he thought, if chicks that looked like her wanted to live here, he’d volunteer to help move ‘em in!

"Hi Mr. Thompson! How’s it going?" Melissa asked as she walked up behind him. He had been so engrossed with his thoughts she noticed, that her voice had caused him to jump around startled! He looked about to say something nasty when he saw who it was that startled him so.

"Oh! It’s you Miss Hammerson! I didn’t hear you come up behind me." He wanted to yell at her, tell her how fucking stupid she was for sneaking up behind someone who was working with electricity, but realized that as a girl, she wouldn’t understand.

"You know," He continued, "electricity can be dangerous. You shouldn’t be sneaking around like that." He glanced at her big tits barely held in by a white shirt tied together beneath her breasts. She obviously had a bra on, he could see the outline of a flowery print beneath the plain white fabric of the shirt! Damn, but those babies are big, He thought to himself.

"I’m really sorry, Mr. Thompson. By the way, my name is Melissa. I just wanted to thank you for doing such a great job." She smiled at him and gazed at the erection still tenting his trousers. Evidently, he had forgotten he still had one. She licked her lips and imagined what the man would taste like.

"Don’t sweat it pretty lady. I’m all but done here for the day, anyway. I shouldn’t think I’d be back for quite a while, now." He smirked the last. He looked at Melissa and thought about what he’d like to do with her right now. His erection was rock hard and he knew she had to have seen it! He stood directly in front of her and waited for her to notice. He felt like taking a chance with this chick. So what if she got pissed and asked him to leave. She’d still have to pay him!

Melissa smiled and looked right at Mr. Thompson’s bulge. She licked her lips and looked back in his now wide eyes.

"I see you’ve been working hard." She asked quietly, sensuously. She stepped forward until the tips of her huge breasts touched his stomach. He swallowed dryly, and tried desperately to come up with something smart to say.

"I’d like to thank you in my own fashion. Why don’t you meet me in the middle bedroom at the end of the hall?" She purred as her 3" fingernails grazed the swollen member in his pants.

Bill could think of nothing to say as the fat-assed slut wiggled and bounced her way out the door on her 5" heels. He did notice how the black leather skirt she had barely covered her crotch, but failed to hide her stocking tops.

He snapped out of it and hurriedly packed his tools together into his tool box. He checked to make sure he wasn’t leaving anything behind then almost bounded down the hall toward the bedroom. He noticed the door was half open so walked right in.

The room was empty! He looked around and noticed the large canopy bed, the dresser with all the girl’s shit on it, the half open closet filled with girl’s clothes and shoes, and the reek of perfume, but there wasn’t any naked girl! Well maybe she was coming! He laughed as he realized that soon he would be, too!

He decided to wait for her in the bed so rapidly shed his clothes, dropping his boots into the corner, and flinging his coveralls on top of them. His pale, overweight body got goose bumps as he climbed between the satin sheets and the thick cover. He lounged back, impatiently changing his position several times so as to ‘impress’ when the bitch walked in. Finally comfortable, he sighed aloud, wondering if he should try and remember every detail so he could send it in to Penthouse Letters. Naw! Whatever happened today, the letter he was already writing in his head was going to be so much better!

A small sound on his right alerted him, something like a drawer of the dresser sliding open a little. He looked at it and saw that there was a drawer open, but it could have been open already. He could just see a bunch of lace and satin inside, probably panties, he thought. He reached over and snatched the first pair he saw and brought them up to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he realized all he could smell was the musty dust of years. He looked at them, a soft pink pair with a 2" band of lace at the waist, kind of out of date from what the whores at the truck stop wear. He dropped them to the floor and relaxed again. Where was she? Didn’t the bitch know he was a busy man?

He shifted again, and realized that his arm had gotten wrapped in the blanket, temporarily binding him. He reached over with his other arm only to find that that too had a blanket wrapped around the wrist. He was too dumbfounded to understand exactly what was going on as he felt the blanket strengthen its bindings, then began to pull his arms to either side of him. He could only stare unbelieving as he felt something slide over each of his ankles and began to pull his legs apart, watching the blanket shift and roll over his body.

"What the fu…!" He exclaimed as his body went spread-eagled, his arms and legs pulled taunt by blanket and top sheet! He stared with growing horror as the pair of panties he had dropped moments ago slid up the bed and inched itself, like some giant, satiny inch worm, under the blanket partially covering him toward his body.

He was about to yell for help when something flew into his mouth, sealing his cry. He thought it was another bundle of satin, for he could taste the dust and feel the material! Probably another pair of panties! He glanced at the now wide open drawer and saw them coming out one or two at a time, all slipping out and squirming their way towards him!

He felt something glide over his right foot, squirm itself under the wrapping of the blanket like some sliver of a snake, and sensuously start sliding itself up his leg. He looked about helplessly as something crept towards his crotch and started wrapping itself around his hips and ass! Something soft and smooth that made him cringe!

He saw something else now that told him he had lost his mind for the moment! The drawers of the dresser were all coming open, and all sorts of underwear were eerily coming out! He was quickly becoming surrounded in lingerie; panties, slips, bras, garters, chemises, nightgowns and stockings were all about him, sliding over his now exposed body as the blanket slowly slid itself off him. He looked at what was holding his arms and shuddered at the writhing bundles of pink, lavender and white satin and lace.

Stockings were slithering across his torso and legs like snakes, slips bundled them-selves erotically about him while bras slid over his face! He tried to shake his head, to dislodge things but discovered that whatever power held him was stronger than him! He had never believed in ghosts before, and had always blown off the stories of the old Hammerson house as such, but now that he was becoming a victim, he was terrified beyond belief! He didn’t know what was going to happen to him!

Several seconds went by before he became aware of something new. The clothing was caressing him! He looked down to see the softest sliding around his penis, while slips and panties were sliding between his crotch and ass. It was so nice, he couldn’t help but have an erection even though he tried not to. He was still afraid of something evil happening to his manhood!

The caressing was becoming too much for Bill as he was starting to build to an orgasm. He noticed one pair of panties, a large, pale pink pair with generous lace around the waist and leg openings by itself. Something brought his legs closer to-gether, and he watched as the panties slid themselves over his ankles. Wide eyed, he saw them slide up his thick hairy legs until they met his crotch, then sensuously wrap themselves like a lover around his hips, smothering and cupping his buttocks! Suddenly there was a bundle of white whipping around his waist, tightening and squeezing his breath out, until he thought he would suffocate! He saw white satin trimmed in pale pink lace, but couldn’t remember what the women had called them. He only knew that it was like a steel vise around his middle, squeezing his life!

Next, he saw several bras coming at him, moving like some animated puppet with an evil life of its own! He noted that they were all different sizes, the smallest having cups that might fit the small chested blonde down at the diner, but the largest looking like it might fit that Melissa chick.

Subconsciously, his mind picked out the largest bra, telling him that any woman who could wear that one, would be the one he would like to meet the most. So it was that somehow, the other bras merely seemed to watch as the bra with the largest cups unhooked the shoulder straps and slowly draped itself across Bill’s chest, where the straps rehooked themselves around his shoulders, and the back strap hooked itself together behind his back. Bill looked down at the immense empty cups that lay partially folded on his hairy chest, and wondered what might be coming next.

He didn’t wait long as he felt, then saw the stockings slide themselves over his feet and up his legs! Sheer white stockings with a 3" band of elastic lace at the top now covered both legs!

He cringed as he realized what he must look like now, all dressed up like some faggot queer! What would Melissa say if she were to come in now?

Almost as the thought left, he felt a loosening, then freedom. He jerked upright, attempting to throw off whatever garments were left on him before shredding the lingerie he was wearing. As soon as his feet hit the floor though, something again took power over him, compelling him to walk with an exaggerated wiggle over to the closet. He almost cried as his hands, against his will, picked out a pale satin dress and took it off the hanger. He tried to stop himself as he lifted the dress and wiggled into it head first. Pulling it down the rest of the way, he knew he looked stupid but couldn’t break the spell, or whatever, that had been controlling him. He watched himself in the mirror as his body moved around the bed to stand before it. He couldn’t believe what was happening as he saw his reflection primp and pose, totally embarrassing him in the process, until he felt like dying inside! The dress would look great on a body like Melissa’s, he thought. It was a short thing, barely ending at the tops of the stockings, and molded itself to his body. The front was cut low enough that he reckoned the breasts would be visible down to the light lace on the bra.

Then, just as suddenly, whatever had been controlling him ended. He sank down on the bed, thankful the nightmare had finally ended, and caught his breath while he gazed at his reflection.

"What the hell was that about?" He wondered aloud. He just couldn’t believe what had happened to him, nor could he tell anyone! He wasn’t about to tell his friends down at the bar this! He stood and leaned onto the dresser, barely able to catch his breath because of the tightness of the corset. That’s what they called them, he thought to himself. He would have to get that thing off before he suffocated. The dress would come off first, though.

He stood with the intention of grabbing the back of the dress and pulling it off like a shirt, when he abruptly placed his hands onto his hips and stood with one foot slightly in front of the other. He was posing! Then he felt a pressure inside his body start to build. He couldn’t move again, trapped by that unseen force, and made to watch in the mirror as whatever it was going to do, began doing it!

His whole body began shrinking, clothes and all! His height rapidly decreased from the 5’10" he was, to 5"6"! Then his body slimmed to the point where he thought he lost about 150 pounds! He had been reduced to a skeletal being, looking no stronger than a 12 year old child!

Then he noticed his face shifting, the cheeks rising, the lips gaining a sensuous plumpness that told him the worst part was beginning! His eyes became large and round, the lashes growing and thickening until even he liked what he saw! His nose turned small and petite while at the same time his hair began lengthening at a fantastic rate. He watched as his short thinning brown hair turned into a mass of bleached blonde curls dangling above his ass!

He had the face of a girl! His eyes were huge in astonishment, his mouth hanging open, the plump lips surrounding it full and tantalizing.

He felt the first changes in his body and watched as his hips began to spread, the bones popping outward painlessly, causing him to shift his stance. The curve of hip became even more pronounced as they smoothed, and his waist began shrinking in. His shoulders narrowed, his arms became slender, his neck smooth and long, until he was certain he had lost all vestige of his real identity.

His gaze in the mirror moved down to his chest where he suddenly remembered the bra he had on underneath! He watched with alarm as his chest started to expand outward into two smooth globes, not stopping as they quickly gained weight and feeling. He could feel them taking up more space inside the confines of the satin cups, and dreaded the size they were going to be. How big was that bra, anyway?

The breasts swelled inside the bra until they began bulging out the top, the slopes smooth and quaking with each shuddering breath! The cleavage was phenomenal as it started almost at the top of his chest and went down! His bosom now stretched out form his small frame for a good 14", and were as big Melissa’s tits! Bigger even!

He wasn’t done though as he felt his ass start to swell larger and larger! He had been so distracted by the size of his breasts that he failed to feel the weight piling on in his ass! He turned slightly, aware that he could move again, and saw the classic upside down heart-shaped ass, if about two sizes larger than it should be! His ass was definitely too big and round not to attract attention! He was, no, she was surprised the material hadn’t ripped open by now, allowing her transformed body to spill out in the open. She turned around, studying her reflection critically, and decided that there wasn’t anything wrong. She was perfect!

Wait a minute. She shook her head, the hair falling in front of her until she grabbed a bunch in her small hands. She saw the 4" pink nails on her fingers and realized how cool they looked.

But she didn’t have nails like that, did she? She held out her hands, noting the delicate skin, the sexy nails which were too long to have any kind of real job, and tried to think. There was something nagging at her, some part of this that wasn’t right.

She looked in the mirror frowning. She didn’t like to frown. It tended to cause her enormously plump lips to pout in such a way that guys were always trying to slide their cocks in her mouth. She giggled suddenly.

"I look like such a slut!" She giggled vacantly, one finger automatically twisting a strand of hair about. Still, something was bothering her. She looked about the room, spying the coveralls laying in the corner. She looked again and spied the boots beneath them, then she knew!

She laughed a silly laugh and playfully tiptoed over to the closet, her hands out high like a tight rope walkers.

"I forgot my heels!" She said to herself. "I need my heels to walk." She grabbed a pair of bubble gum pink 6" heels and slid her feet in. She buckled the thin straps that went around her ankles and began to walk towards the door.

Her steps were small but the effect it had on the rest of her body was huge. She placed each foot in front of the other, like Mistress taught her, and walked with her shoulders straight. This caused her overly wide hips to swing back and forth, which caused her hugely rounded ass cheeks to shift sexily. Her diminutive waist, seemingly made smaller by the hugeness of her bottom half, was overshadowed by the overhanging softness of her immense breasts as they bounced and jiggled by themselves. Stepping out to the hall, her flowing Bleach blonde tresses acting like a cape behind her, she erotically caressed herself before realizing she must find Melissa. Her face, now covered by slutty make-up, wore an empty smile as she traversed comically through the house, looking for her Mistress.

Melissa smiled with deep satisfaction. It was beginning to look like things were going to be up and running very soon. She had Stacy, and now the newest girl, Bambi! She couldn’t help but laugh at the simple minded slut Mr. Bill Thompson had become. She never really knew for certain exactly how someone was going to turn out when they did changed. It was so right for a man like Bill Thompson to turn into the empty headed slut that she was beginning to think she was starting to carry out some sort of justice in the world, rather than setting herself up for a couple decades of simple debauchery!

Her plans were simple, yet she wasn’t going to except anything from her new life she wasn’t entitled to.

She heard the clack, clack of Bambi’s ultra-high heels and decided to initiate the ‘new’ girl herself. She had been so horny since seeing that huge bulge in Mr. Thompson’s pants that she’d been idly fingering herself since! She smiled when Bambi came in, paused at the door, her face contorted by confusion, then breaking into a huge worshipful grin at seeing her beautiful Mistress laying in an erotic pose on the love seat. Melissa smiled lustfully and beckoned Bambi over with a single finger, indicating for her to sit next to her.

At about 9 PM, Mr. Carl Camble found himself knocking on the door of the Hammerson house, hoping to talk to Melissa about what happened. When she did answer the door, trying to hide the slight smile from being seen, Camble immediately launched into her about the lipstick on his face that the Mrs. had seen! He waved his hands frantically about how his wife of 32 years had blown the whole thing out of proportion, just because he’d had an affair some 12 years ago that she never forgot! On and on he went, from begging Melissa to calling his wife and explaining the whole thing, to accusing her of sabotaging his marriage, to yelling at her for being so empty headed as to do something like that and not see it on him in the first place! Melissa calmly stood and took Mr. Camble’s wrath, noting the single suitcase standing by his knee, and quickly adding two and two together.

"Would you like to sleep up in the extra bedroom tonight? I’ll call your wife first thing in the morning and sort the whole thing out. I’m sure she’s too upset right at the moment to hear anything I have to say. Better to wait for the morning."

"I’d appreciate you calling and fixing it. It’s all your fault, you know. I was just doing you a favor by coming over here in the first place!"

"I know Mr. Camble, and I appreciate it a great deal. I’m terribly sorry about your wife. I had no idea she was so apt to jump to conclusions."

"Well, she is. And I don’t know about staying here. If the Mrs. found out I had, she’d more ‘n likely find a lawyer from the city to get after me!"

"Oh, I can fix it so she’d never find out. You didn’t tell anyone you were coming here, did you?"

"No. Didn’t tell a soul. Just grabbed my suitcase she packed for me and headed out. Was gonna stay at the old hotel. Heard they still had that old room open that that feller from down south had killed himself in. Ain’t nobody stays in that one anyway! Figured I could get it real cheap!" He said with a note of exasperation in his voice.

I consoled him and picked up his suitcase, placing my hand on his back as I guided him through the door. "Nonsense! Now don’t worry about a thing. I’ll make sure by morning you’ll be able to feel real good about yourself!"

"Well, I don’t rightly know, Ma’am. It don’t seem right that I stay here." He struggled for a reason while noticing for the first time through his anger my huge bosom barely contained inside a man’s white button shirt. I had the top three buttons undone that gave me fabulous cleavage, along with the 36 G under-wire that was working overtime.

"Don’t make me feel any worse than I already am. It was all my fault. Like you said, if I’d paid attention to what I was doing, I would have saved you a lot of hassle." I had my arm around his big body, my breasts hugging his belly as I steered him upstairs to the third bedroom.

"Alright, if it’s okay with you, I’ll stay here just for the night." He looked around as I guided him into the bedroom. I couldn’t help but notice his reaction at the overly feminine look of it. I had installed a big four poster bed with a lot of soft pastels throughout. The big dresser was very feminine looking, a lot of fine flowery design went into the wood carvings mirroring the posts of the bed as well as the carved wooden doors to the walk-in closet and the balcony doors. Antique framed pictures of beautiful women strolling through lush flowers and trees or by ponds decorated the walls. Fresh flowers had recently been added, giving the room a heady aroma, reminding the occupant that this was a woman’s bedroom.

"If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs working on some figures for my business. Just slip any old thing you find in the closet on and come on down." I told him as I gently shut the door, leaving a bewildered Mr. Camble standing near the middle of the room.

Carl looked around and sighed to himself. "If Betty wasn’t so darned paranoid, I wouldn’t have to sleep in such a girly room." His exasperation evident with every word he uttered. He sighed deeply again and dropped his suitcase next to the dresser. He was going to look in the dresser to see if it was empty, like Melissa claimed the room was, but had second thoughts. Obviously, the room had an occupant! He wondered who he had disrupted tonight, and what he was going to have to do to make amends.

"Ah, to hell with it." He muttered, kicking off his shoes. He undressed quickly, preferring to sleep in underwear and a tee shirt, and slipped into the alien bed, the covers even smelling of perfume. The pillows were a cool mint green satin, like the sheets, and were trimmed in a delicate lace of off white or cream. He wasn’t sure which.

Reaching over to the brass lamp near the bed, he switched off the light and settled into, what he was expecting to be, a troubled sleep. As he lay there, his thoughts kept coming back to how feminine the room was. He couldn’t get over it as if he really cared, but somehow, inside of him there was an unease that was threatening to keep him up all night. And it didn’t even have anything to do with his wife!

He sat up and looked around the room in the semi darkness. There was light spilling under the huge wooden door, enough for him to see things after his eyes got used to it. He gazed at the darkened pictures on the walls, unable to see any details now, but still able to make out a figure here or there. He detected the soft clicking of the antique clock hanging near the corner, and the rustle of the curtains on the balcony doors as if a slight breeze moved them. He thought one of the doors was probably cracked open a little.

He glanced down and saw the ring Melissa had given him earlier today. It almost shown in the darkness like a lit jewel, it was so clear and bright! He brought it closer, trying to see if it was indeed glowing, when he began to feel very strange! His hand the ring was on seemed different to him all of a sudden! He brought it closer and looked at it, trying to determine what the difference was when he saw his nails suddenly lengthen. It wasn’t fast, but quick enough to throw a sudden chill into him. His jaw fell open as he watched his nails grow longer and longer, then suddenly become coated with something that made them glisten in the darkness.

He brought his other hand up, hoping to compare the two and see if in fact his left hand was indeed changing right before his eyes. Wide eyed, he choked to see a matched set of 2" long, glistening nails attached to hands that, even as he watched, began to shrink and grow more slender and supple!

He threw the covers off and rolled out of bed to land on his feet in an instant! The cramps in his legs and feet was painful enough to get his attention, and different enough to cause him to fall back to the bed gasping.

"What in the high hills is going on here!" He cried out as his now slender hands started to massage his cramping sides and stomach! Almost doubling over, he moaned aloud as his substantial waist lost about twenty inches of beer fat and became the smooth, slender waist of a another. He couldn’t move at the moment, because of the pain, but he could still see! What he saw was his thick, stocky legs diminish in size, his hair somehow disappearing entirely, and his skin take on a smooth and healthy complexion that didn’t look at all right on him!

He almost screamed aloud as he recognized the fact that his legs looked very much like Melissa’s did, if not better! He abruptly stood, trying to ignore the cramps and alien sounds that seemed to emanate from his changing body, and stagger over to the door. His now very feminine hand grasped the door knob, and he realized he was shrinking, growing smaller. The knob should have been several inches below where he had to grasp it, but it wasn’t! It also felt absolutely huge in his small hands!

He started moaning again as he felt other changes begin. He looked down to his slimming torso and noticed how huge and baggy his tee shirt had become, and how large his nipples were. They must have been an inch sticking out, but then he saw two small mounds beneath them start to emerge, slowly at first. He couldn’t move as he watched the mounds start to enlarge, growing rounder, pushing out his simple tee shirt until it began to become tight. All the while he had unconsciously been saying aloud, "No, this can’t be happening. No, this can’t be happening." Unaware of how his voice kept raising higher and higher. Not until the breasts on his chest started to make the man’s tee shirt uncomfortably tight, and he finally felt his underwear began to creep up the crack of his ass that he finally noticed his voice. He was almost yelling before he registered the fact that the hysterical female he was beginning to hear was his own voice!

He staggered back to fall onto the bed, his own body becoming too alien for his needed control to get away! He thought he sat on a pillow, so large and comfy was his ass, only to realize that he had indeed sat upon only his ass, and nothing else! She tried to, She? He tried to see past the breasts that sat on his chest, but couldn’t, forcing him to bend uncomfortably to view what was happening to his buttocks and hips. From what she saw, She again? He saw his hips had become wider, smoother as well as gaining a new contour of flesh that told him he had become a woman!

How had he become a woman? Wasn’t she already a woman? No. That wasn’t right either! He shook his head, trying to clear it, and staggered upright again. He needed to get his clothes and get dressed, needed to get out of here!

His hand fumbled for the lamp, small fingers attempting to find the switch, and flipped it on, bathing the room in a warm yellow glow. He froze as her reflection peered at her from the mirror over the dresser!

My God, she was beautiful! He took in the superb figure before her, the naked smooth thighs that connected to dramatically flaring hips, the flat womanly crotch indecently covered by a thin, white satin thong trimmed in lace, the small supple waist visible under the hanging edge of the white satin and lace chemise. She was impressed by the size of her breasts, easily a D cup, with large, erect nipples that began to make her crotch feel warm and wet! Her face looked 30 years younger, and she felt 30 years younger as she began to smile, giggling when she discovered she had dimples! Her hair was thick and barely covered her shoulders. And back to covering her entire head! But when wasn’t it?

It was a beautiful fiery red, highlighted by streaks of orange, suitable to her side job as an amateur electrician.

Wasn’t she an electrician already? Had been for the last 27 years? But that couldn’t be, could it? She had just recently turned 21 years old!

She gazed at her body, happy at how she looked, and turned sideways to view her butt. She had always cared at how she was able to maintain her curves, and sighed with a narcissistic pleasure at how well formed her ass was. Her ass had always been her best feature, looking especially well in a pair of tight jeans or skirt, and had given her the most pleasure from her many dates! She preferred, unlike most other girls, anal sex over the traditional! In fact, she CRAVED it!

Humming to herself now, she decided to go downstairs and talk to Melissa a little before turning in. It was strange, but it seemed to her as if she hadn’t talked to Melissa for a long, long time!

She got a pair of 4" mules from the closet and slipped into a pale, blue flowery satin robe, tying the robes straps snugly. She noticed a suitcase and picked it up, intent on taking it to Melissa. After all, it didn’t belong to her.

Melissa chuckled as the 5’5" red head headed downstairs to her. She had been right about making her a red head, she was absolutely adorable! She liked her girls to be well-endowed, but Carla, as her name now was, definitely made up for it by having such a delightfully full and round derriere!

She was starting to get the hang of this a little now. She got the hair color, but something inside the person was the one responsible for the extent of the change. Some part of the brain that found what the ideal woman of their dreams would look like came alive and took over! Mr. Carl Camble liked a woman with a large, round ass, and that’s what he became! Mr. Bill Thompson liked a woman with big breasts, and that’s what he became, albeit a bit too much! And Nick, now Stacy the mechanic, liked woman who were more of an athletic build, not really having a say on the size of breasts and butt, as long as they were in shape. She was probably the most likely to be able to kick all their asses, she chuckled to herself.

Melissa caught herself as Carla came into the parlor, holding a suitcase. Her eyes smiled warmly at Melissa, as if seeing her childhood friend for the first time in years!

"Hi, Carla. It’s so nice of you to come see me before you go to sleep."

"I just couldn’t go to sleep just yet. I’m just too excited! I don’t know why!" She said smiling as she set the suitcase down between them.

"By the way, I found this in my room and I don’t know who it belongs to." She folded her arms beneath her breasts and leaned closer, intent on whatever her friend was going to say.

"I wouldn’t worry about it, Carla. It belonged to someone who worked on the house. He finished up and left it behind, no doubt not caring about it. I think I’ll just put it in storage, just in case he ever makes it back to claim it." Melissa laid a reassuring hand on Carla, her fingers grasping hers in a grip of friendship, and sometimes more. Carla blushed and looked down, then realized she couldn’t hide anything from her closest friend and looked up. Both smiled knowingly as they leaned ever so closer, Melissa parting her full lips, and Carla blushing hotly as she knew what was going to happen next. She didn’t care, she loved having sex with her friend. Melissa knew just what sent her over the edge, and for some reason she knew exactly what Melissa liked.

The two leaned close enough that their lips touched. The kiss was special in that it was so sweet and warm, and only served to spark a flame that had roared out of control long before this. It wasn’t long until hands started to caress each others breasts and small moans began to escape from full sensuous lips. Melissa took pleasure in the role of the man as she firmly began to undress Carla, stripping the robe off her carelessly and almost ripping the satin thong from her wide hips. She delighted in watching Carla’s ass jiggle whenever she slapped it, eliciting a shocked gasp of delight. Now basically nude except for her chemise, Carla dropped to her knees and grasped both of her friends mammoth breasts and tried to shove them into her mouth at the same time.

Carla had gotten so hot, so fast, she didn’t know what was going to happen next. She needed Melissa in a way she had not experienced before! She was amazed at how big her friends tits were and ached to have the freakishly large nipples in her mouth. She couldn’t help the sounds of passion escaping her lips as Melissa firmly took her over her knee and began to spank her protruding ass with loud smacks! She thrust a hand down to her pussy and began to finger fuck herself as Melissa began to shove her fingers into her ass while slapping the cheeks with the other!

The two friends made love to each other for practically half the night, threatening to wake up Stacy and Bambi with their cries, until they decided to fall into bed together, exhausted!

Melissa cuddled next to the sleeping, exhausted body of her new girl, and thought about the carpenter. What kind of girl was he going to be for her and the house? She thought about the likelihood of someone getting suspicious at the people who went missing, but there wasn’t anything they could do? There wasn’t any trace left when she took a guy and made her next girl out of him. As long as she stayed to her rules, and that is not taking anyone who had a significant life here, or had family that relied on them, she would feel okay about herself. What she wanted to do was concentrate on men who tended to cause trouble, however, that was proving to be a lost cause as she realized that she had been taking just about anyone that tripped her trigger. And she smiled as she knew that her trigger tended to be tripped rather easily.

Stretching, she got more comfortable in the big, king-sized bed, and kissed Carla on the neck goodnight before laying back to sleep herself. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. The Permit man was due to show up, and her first delivery of food and alcohol was coming in around noon.

She would need someone around the house who could cook, and began to think about sending word to one or two of the nearby towns. It wouldn’t be long before more people would begin to show up at her door, all looking to help out anyway they could. And she would need some help.

Soon, Hammerson House would be open for business, and Melissa would begin to stretch her fingers out. She would create new ways to operate a brothel in these times. Possibly using the computer! She was fascinated by the machine and knew of its potential for her business!

She yawned and sleepily caressed her friends stupendous ass, marveling at the fine shape and firmness of it. Carla was certainly well-endowed, though not in a way she had anticipated. She softly caressed her own mammoth boobs, cradling them together to form an immense amount of cleavage. She sighed as she toyed with her thumb sized nipples, and toyed with the idea of waking Carla up for another girl on girl. It would only be fair for Carla to use the strap-on on her now! But no, she needed her sleep.

Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day!

 

End of Part Two

Part Three in Progress

 

 

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