Hammerson House 3
One Special Girl

by: Zedd

 

The Mansion was looking good both inside and out. Shingles on the roof had been replaced, gutters cleaned and repaired, new paint or siding had been done, and the front deck had been completely rebuilt. Melissa liked the way things were going.

Melissa Hammerson. That was her name now since inheriting the house from her great Aunt. Although, she didn’t exactly look like she did when she finally showed up to claim it. It took a little imagination, prompting from her Aunt (even though she’d been dead for a decade or more), and some magic.

The house was filled with magic. There wasn’t anyway around it. Every object, piece of furniture, closet space, even the clothes that had been left behind was filled with magic. And a special kind, too! Great Aunt Melissa Hammerson wasn’t really dead, not like some people think anyway. She died alright, but her soul, essence, or whatever you called it never went away. Instead it went right into the house! Aunt Melissa was a special kind of person, too. The reason everything was filled with magic, and that my great Aunt Melissa Hammerson haunted the place, if you could call it that, was because she had been a Witch! I didn’t know what kind of Witch, or even if there were different kinds, but a Witch she was. My Aunt sometimes talks to me, and she had said it wasn’t important, so I don’t think about it too often.

What my Aunt wants, and what I want, too, is to get Hammerson House back up and running full tilt! About 50 years ago, Hammerson House had been known as the most fabulous Brothel around for a thousand miles! At least when Auntie had her looks and strength with her. When those left, in came people to make life for Auntie difficult, and even impossible! It seemed to these people that Brothels were something that only depraved people seemed to want or need, so decided that they didn’t want one in their State!

Aunt Melissa fought, and fought well. She was a Witch after all, and she used all her curses and spells to try and change the minds of those in control of her livelihood, but to no avail. She’d been outnumbered from the start. Eventually, she closed up. Had to really. Her girls had been driven away because of poor business, or threats.

This didn’t sit well with Aunt Melissa, and she obsessed about it for years until she came upon her perfect plan for revenge. She started preparing spells and communing with beings from lower realms, trying to obtain certain artifacts and rituals to perfect her idea. She couldn’t finish things if people didn’t leave her alone, for the whole town had taken it upon themselves to try and drive her out.

She protected her house as best she could by placing protection spells, and scaring away anyone who was brave enough to get past them.

The house and old Aunt Melissa eventually became known for her crazy behavior, and the unexplainable things that seemed to happen whenever someone came around. Soon, no one came around at all!

Then one day, she died.

They buried her in her own backyard because no one wanted the crazy, self-proclaimed Witch in the town’s cemetery. They put up a blank stone to mark the spot and closed up the house.

Of course, her spells were still in effect, even today, which proved more than enough to keep most people away. This kept the house, and its secrets, safe until I arrived.

What people didn’t know was what Aunt Melissa had prepared for. It took years, 32 to be exact, to find and cast the proper spells. She sacrificed a lot to have things happen in the way and order that they did. Her price was terrible, but to her, worth it. Soon, she’ll have her revenge on the town, then the County. And I, her great Nephew turned her daughter, will be the woman to enact it. I feel honored to be related to such a powerful and beautiful woman. When everything is done, and Aunt Melissa has been satisfied, then I will become the Madam of the house and run it just like it was ran half a century ago.

I’ll make sure of it, because when Aunt Melissa transformed me into a version of herself as she looked some 60 or so years ago, she had transferred to me all her powers as a Witch! She had shown me where her spell books laid untouched for decades and had introduced me to the powers of passion.

It seems most of Aunts powers as a Witch came from her passion. Her bodily passion, that is. I guess you could have called Aunt Melissa Hammerson a Sex Witch!

Anyway, soon Aunt Melissa’s desires will have been met, and she will finally come to know peace.

And I will for the first time in my life know what success tastes like!

 

Bob ‘Bison’ Trencart was lost. He got the name Bison because of his size. He was a huge man, nearly 6’6" in height and weighing close to 320 pounds of pure muscle. He played football in high school, then college, but never got beyond that. He thought he might go pro, play in the NFL, but learned a few things about life that hardened him. He found he wasn’t good enough, or smart enough, so elected to go to work for his Dad in the small town’s canning factory instead.

Today he was off and had wanted to travel to the small town thirty miles or so down the road to see if he could buy some tools. His hobby of late was making furniture, and he felt he was becoming quite good. He wanted to see about getting some things to advance his skills, and if he found some company of the female persuasion then so much the better. It seemed girls always flocked around him because of his size. They found him something of an interest, until he opened his mouth. He wasn’t very bright.

He still remembered when Kathy Owens, the head cheerleader, had come up to him. He didn’t know it at the time, but Kathy was trying to make her boyfriend jealous by hanging around him. It didn’t exactly work out Kathy’s way. Her boy friend did get jealous, but instead of making himself look like a fool, he decided to provoke Bison into a fight. All Bison knew was Gary was making him mad. It didn’t matter they’d been friends for the last two years. Bison knew kathy was a flirt, and that she belonged to Gary, and he knew Kathy didn’t have any interest in him either. He just enjoyed talking to her.

He still remembered when Gary made that last remark about him. He had gotten so angry then! He remembered punching Gary in the face, watching as he flipped and fell backward, landing hard against the bleachers. Everybody saw what happened. Everybody knew what Kathy had been doing.

Bison killed his friend that day with one punch. It wasn’t his best friend, but after that, he didn’t have any friends. They were afraid to talk to him and one by one, they slipped away, leaving Bison to spend the rest of his days in High school without a single person to talk to.

College wasn’t much different. Somehow, word of what happened had followed him and things started to be the same as in high school, except the classes were tougher.

Bison wasn’t very smart and his Dad reminded him of that all his life, all the way until he graduated high school and packed up his stuff and went to college. He remembered how incredulous his Dad had been when he graduated.

"You must have paid some skinny geek to do your school work for you then!" He had yelled accusingly. Bob didn’t really think of himself as stupid, or slow, but it seemed that everyone else did. He did okay in college, not flunking any of the courses he took, but neither doing well enough to be noticed.

Actually, as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to look for any kind of sign to tell him where he was, he was beginning to feel very stupid! Especially after he told his Dad he didn’t need the map to tell him how to get to the small town right next to his own. He just wished he were more like everybody else. Or maybe, a little less noticeable. He knew his Dad wasn’t the best in the whole County, or that if he had a Mom that she would be the best, but he just felt he deserved a little better turn of the wheel. He tried to recall when his life started going down hill. Was it when his Mom died from a bad accident in the family car? He seemed to remember his childhood being filled with harsh words and belts across his butt constantly. He figured everyone’s growing up was filled with stuff like that.

The only thing he really knew he had was his strength. He amazed some people with what he could lift or pull. He just couldn’t seem to bring it to the football field though.

"You’re a coward!" Bison bit his lower lip in frustrated memory of his Dad saying that one night after losing a game. He knew he wasn’t a coward, he just didn’t like hurting people unless they were about to hurt someone else. Someone he cared about.

He turned the wheel hard when he unexpectedly came upon a sharp turn, and cursed again when he felt the rear wheels bounce out of the ditch again. He scratched his blonde buzz cut, rubbed his large nose, and tried to slow down the big pickup he bought with the money his Dad loaned him. It was used, barely 8 years old, but still wouldn’t look good if he wrecked it after only two months.

He decided to stop at the first place he found to ask directions. Better to suffer a little humiliation than to keep driving into the next state. He kept his eyes open for signs to tell him what road he was on, when he noticed a plywood sign half grown over by weeds, telling him to turn right at the next intersection. Something about a house that served food and had girls. That sounded all right to him.

When a gravel and dirt road came up on his right, he took it, steering the big pick-up carefully over the dips and piles of gravel. He looked in his rearview mirror at the huge billows of dust his truck caused as he began to race down the road. He got a kick out of simple stuff like that. He called it his ‘idiot fun.’

Stacy shut the hood on the ’74 Ford pickup and started wiping the grease off on a towel hanging from her belt. She was Hammerson’s mechanic, as well as being one of Melissa’s girls when business opened up.

Stacy liked the whole idea of a brothel on the outskirts of a small town. It sounded a little romantic and humorous at the same time. As far as being one of the girls working in a brothel, she was excited about it! In fact, if someone were to ask her why she would work in a brothel, she’d say she wanted all her life to belong to a family and the Hammerson family was about as famous as you could find in these parts. And just wait about ten years from now, the Hammerson House will be the most famous place in all the fifty states!

She looked over the pale yellow pickup and grinned widely, satisfied with her job. The thing hadn’t run in about 5 or 6 years and she went at it with all the confidence and skills of a full-fledged mechanic! She chuckled out loud when she remembered she actually WAS a mechanic before Melissa worked her magic on her, changing her from the muscular, young, small town mechanic, into the beautiful, busty, blonde that made men grin foolishly whenever she strolled through town collecting her tools and supplies. Melissa told her she was a walking advertisement for the grand opening coming up soon!

She finished wiping her hands and dug into the pocket of her too tight cutoffs where she kept the key to the truck. Hopping in, she pumped the gas a couple of times and twisted the ignition key, grinning in triumph when the old truck growled and coughed into life for the first time in years. She gunned the peddle of couple of times, roaring the big 400 engine, hoping to catch some of the girls ears so they could come out and see what she had accomplished. She knew she was the only one for perhaps a hundred miles or so who could’ve gotten the thing up and going again.

So she wasn’t surprised when Melissa, Bambi and Carla came out to hoot and holler her victory to her! She gunned the engine and honked the horn in salute, only the horn didn’t work! She grinned even more when she realized they wouldn’t know that.

 

After about 25 minutes of traveling down a dusty, gravel road, Bison knew he was coming into a small town. He saw the sign for it back behind him, but was going too fast to read it. He looked about him, admiring the open country, not unlike his own town, and saw a huge Mansion coming up on his right. Deciding to stop and ask directions, Bison directed his pickup off the road into the gravel drive that went up a little towards the house.

It sat upon a slight hill, not much to notice but enough to keep running water away during a heavy rain. He got out and stretched, putting his hands behind his back and leaning backwards. This gave him an opportunity to gaze upwards at the three stories of house and appreciate the workmanship that went into it. He realized a lot of the outside had been recently done. The siding along the side was too clean to be old paint.

Sighing to himself, he lumbered up towards the front porch and knocked on the great wooden door, careful not to knock too hard or else he might jar loose one of the stain glass panes set into it. He thought he saw movement inside, though looking through the stain windows was difficult, he took the few moments to gaze around.

The porch was huge, as front porches go, and he genuinely loved old houses like this one, with its old style architecture and quaint woodwork.

The door opened and immediately Bison forgot what he was going to ask. He merely stood there with his mouth hanging open, gazing at the woman that stood within the open door. He’d never seen a woman like that in all his days, and those included magazines that he’d snuck looking at when he was growing up. She was, to his mind, too beautiful for mere words. The girl smirked at him with genuine humor as if she had the same reaction come from every person that met her. Maybe she did, Bison thought to himself.

Melissa smiled at the huge mountain that had knocked on her door, and had to remind herself that she wasn’t ‘officially’ open for business quite yet. There was still the matter of obtaining the licenses and permits from the small town the house dwelled within the boundaries of. But this giant that stood before her, barely standing she should add, for it looked as if he were about to topple over backwards from looking too long at her body, was every bit a man, from the mountainous shoes that bent the wooden porch under him, to the back woods, tree hauling, steel bending arms that barely fit through the sleeves of the big and tall mans’ plaid shirt that he wore. She couldn’t help herself as her eyes casually slid down his body to the formidable, yet exciting bulge that met her at bosom level. She noted his eyes still had not met her face, or if they had he had gazed at it for an instant, then swept down to her more formidable assets. Specifically, the huge breasts nestled within her 38 GG bra that she wore underneath her peasant blouse, or the 20" waist that showed between the blouse and the too tight jean cutoffs, or the 38" hips that sported the roundest set of ass cheeks this side of the Mississippi river. Or, she thought as she saw his eyes shift on her again, maybe it was her ultra smooth, sexy legs that ended with her too small feet that were nestled into her 5" silver heels which gave her a very sexy, erotic sway to her walk. She didn’t really need the heels for that, but she liked how they forced her ass further out behind her and caused her to arch her back a little more, thus thrusting out her huge tits at everyone. Of course, mincing around on stiletto heels with a body like hers caused all sorts of movements, from jiggling and shaking, to bouncing and wiggling! She only wore them because she had a thing for high heels. They made her feel sexy!

"So what’s your name?" She asked while leaning against the door sexily. All Bison could do was stutter at first.

"M…m…my name’s Bob, but friends call me Bison. Ma’am." He couldn’t help himself, he knew he was blushing, and he felt even more stupid for it.

"My, but aren’t you the big, strong, handsome type." She gushed. "Why don’t you come in and tell me why your knocking on my door?" She grabbed his arm and steered him in, or tried to. She was amazed someone could be so solid. It was like trying to move a wall.

Bison ducked briefly, not wishing to hit his head on the doorframe like he always did, and walked into another world. Outside was farmland, dirt roads, problems, but inside was warmth, laughter, light, beauty, and a sense that things were right, or as right as they were going to be! He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at everything around him. The antiques were beautiful and bright, the carpets old and thick, as if they had aged very little, and the way the rooms were decorated automatically made him feel as if he had come home. He felt very comfortable here. He looked down at the beautifully exotic woman who had been talking to him, aware that he wasn’t listening.

"As I was saying, now that I have your attention, would you like a glass of something?"

"Oh! Yes. Yes, Ma’am!" Bison tried to quickly recover, but suspected that the woman had already realized he’d been staring. "Maybe she didn’t mind." He muttered to himself when the lady didn’t react like he thought she would’ve. "I’ve got to be a little more careful about what I stare at." He told himself. Just because she had the biggest set of tits he’d ever seen, didn’t mean he could undress them with his eyes.

He looked around the front room, again appreciating the décor. He loved antiques and this room, maybe the whole house, was filled with them!

 

Bill Trencart fumed and cursed aloud for the eighth time that morning. The foreman at the plant quit, leaving him without a man on the weekends. It was Bison’s job to be available whenever someone quit, got hurt, or simply didn’t show up. He needed his son here to fill in till Monday at least, but the fool had gone off somewhere to blow his money! He sometimes thought his son didn’t have the brains God gave him! As soon as he’d gotten his check, off he goes to cash it!

He scratched his head as he tried once again to remember where his fool son had said he was going. Some such thing to buy something for making furniture, or some-thing.

As Bill opened the garage and noticed his son had taken his pickup, he cursed some more! Didn’t that shit brain of his know his own truck was in the shop, and that he’d need to borrow his son’s to get around?

"The Lord give me strength," he muttered again and again. He’d have to teach that boy once and for all what responsibility was! When he got back, we’ll just have to see what his taking off costs us at the plant, then take it out of his pay! That stupid, ignorant coward!

Bill fumed heatedly as he went back into his old two-story house to phone his plant. He’d have to have Henry take over as Foreman today until he got back. He didn’t like him, not a bit, but Henry was the next one up for the token promotion. That meant an extra $20 on his pay check! Henry just didn’t fit into what Bill thought a butt kisser should be.

 

Bison looked around as he talked with the lady who had introduced herself as Melissa. He had finally realized that continually glancing at her huge breasts or her large inviting ass was not going to win him any favors, so had ironed himself to take in the many paintings and antiques that decorated the front parlor, as she had named it. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he knew something about this house was rather welcoming to him. It made him feel comfortable and relaxed at the same time.

Whenever he thought he could look at Melissa in the eyes when he spoke to her, he would talk lengthily about himself, or his small town. That was rather odd in itself because he never talked about the things in his life to anyone else before. Melissa had this knack to ask a question in a certain way that made him want to answer it with nothing but the truth.

In the back of his mind, Bison toyed with the idea of quitting his job and moving down here, just to be close to Melissa. He thought what his Dad would say to him if Bison went up and said something like, ‘I’m quitting and moving down south for a spell. You won’t have to put up with me ever again.’ He knew what his Dad would say. First he’d start with a couple of insults, then go on about how disappointed he was with a son like him. That would go on for a little before he’d come back furious and yell right into his face about how stupid I was being, and didn’t I know that he was trying to teach me something?

Melissa continued to chat, seemingly oblivious to the changes in Bison’s expressions, although she did seem to smile secretly now and then.

Bison sat and listened to Melissa for the better part of an hour before the impression that they needed someone around to help registered within him. Suddenly, the idea of moving to this town didn’t seem so impractical and stupid as before! The only reason his Dad really didn’t want him to go anywhere was because he’d become used to having a son help around the plant without having to pay him what he should! Yeah, he could call his Dad and let him know where he was in case he needed help. But then again, why should he?

He was also pleased that Melissa found him attractive. Why else would she touch his leg or thigh, or sit so closely to him? At one point, she had turned fully to him as she was talking which had caused her overly large breasts to brush against his stomach and arm! He had become so flustered, he’d forgotten what they had been talking about, which made her giggle sexily!

They had been talking for some time before Melissa had told him they were expecting company soon, and if he wouldn’t mind, to stay in one of the bedrooms upstairs for the night! She so enjoyed talking with him and wasn’t quite ready for him to leave just yet.

"Besides," She breathed sexily at him while her hand rested firmly on his thigh. "You haven’t met any of the other girls."

"Other girls?" He almost spurted out. Could there be others around as beautiful as her?

"There’s Stacy, Carla and Bambi! Oh, they would love to meet you. Please say you’ll stay at least the night. It would make us all feel so much more comfortable with a big strong man like yourself in the house." She said as her hand slid further up his thigh. She couldn’t help herself as she felt her body lean slightly more until the tips of her breasts were firmly against him, her hard nipples obvious.

All Bison could do was smile stupidly.

 

Bill cursed steadily as he drove down the two lane black top. Luckily, his own truck had been finished so he was able to have the mechanic drive it over to him. He then dropped off the mechanic back at his garage and headed out of town. He pretty much had his full of his son’s irresponsibility and was going to drag him back and force him to face his duties. He continually reminded himself that it wasn’t his fault that his stupid wife had birthed such a stupid son, or that every time he turned his back he seemed to get into trouble of some kind. NOW, he was taking precious time out of his schedule to bail his sorry ass out of the mess he made, yet again! He wasn’t sure what mess it was, but he knew he’d have to put his head right! Didn’t that ignorant boy know he had responsibilities to keep, and chores to do around the house?

If Bison didn’t do them, he’d have to hire someone! Sometimes he wished things were a little different. If his son had gone pro, for instance, then there wouldn’t be the problems around.

Bill cursed again when he accidentally passed the big sign. He was familiar with this town, having been around it when he was a kid, so knew enough to find his way around. He backed up the old pavement and started to turn onto the old gravel road before suddenly stopping.

The sign he was looking at was for the old Hammerson House Brothel! "Well, I’ll be a roped up calf!" He said to himself. Suddenly, long forgotten memories bubbled up plastering a big smile across his face! He began to remember that old place! He’d thought it burnt down long ago. Hell! He was the one who tried to burn it down, too! He tried to remember why he had wanted to, but failed. Something about him being thrown out for being too disruptive, or mean, or something.

Maybe, just maybe, this little detour of the day wasn’t going to be the big waste of time he’d thought it would be!

 

Melissa showed Bison around the whole house, explaining every piece of furniture, every sculpture, even every painting hanging throughout the house. Bison soaked it all in a way he’d never gathered information before. It seemed whatever little piece of history or story Melissa told him, it stuck inside his brain! Of course Bison knew he wasn’t as stupid as his Dad had continued to tell him, but after all this time, maybe he was beginning to believe it. Now though, he was beginning to absorb the whole history behind Hammerson house, including the so called witch, the great Aunt Melissa Hammerson, and he was finding it fascinating! He wasn’t ready to believe in witches just then, but if Melissa liked him as much as Bison was beginning to believe then he’d believe in anything!

They’d just come up from the basement where the wine cellar was taking fabulous shape when Melissa asked if he wanted to see his room.

"My room?" Bison instantly became confused.

"You did say you’d spend the evening with us." Melissa purred. She wrapped her arm around his side and gently guided him towards a heavy wooden door just behind the kitchen. Bison was in too much heaven to notice anything but her huge breasts resting against his body! They were firm yet soft at the same time, and he could swear he felt the hot, hard tips of her nipples scrape across him when she dragged them away!

He shut the door behind him and made himself comfortable on the king sized bed. Maybe spending the night wasn’t a bad idea at that! In fact, spending the next day didn’t sound too bad, either!

 

Bill slammed the door to the truck and walked up to the porch. The mansion didn’t look any different that the last time he’d been here. In fact, to his old eyes, it looked even better. "Somebody must be fixing the old place up, and by the looks of things they were almost finished." He muttered. He knocked on the front door and waited.

Stacy opened the door and smiled brightly at the old sour faced man. She almost giggled when his face looked like it was going to crack when he tried to smile back. She was used to the way men always smiled at her. She always dressed the same and was quickly becoming known in town as the ‘babe mechanic.’

"Can I help you?" She asked politely. She couldn’t help but notice the pick up truck he’d arrived in.

"Well," ….He looked her up and down quickly before looking over her shoulder. "I was on my way into town when I saw the place. Wondered if you still did business."

"Oh, well, you’d have to talk to Melissa about that. I’m the mechanic." She smiled again when he registered what she’d said. Evidently, a woman mechanic didn’t sit well with him.

"Okay. Mind I come in then?" He gruffly asked before walking in. She sidestepped and let him before smiling at his back and walking out the door herself. She wanted to take a look at the truck closely.

Bill looked around and sighed to himself. It seemed as if he’d walked back in time. The last time he was here had been decades ago, yet the memories that assaulted him were as thick as potato soup. ‘Wait!’ He thought. ‘Did she say Melissa?’ It couldn’t be the same woman who had the place before! It wasn’t possible for the place to have been opened all this time, was it?

"No Mr. Trencart. It closed close to fifty years ago. But thank you for remembering how grand the place was then." Melissa smiled her pleasure as she stepped forward and shook his hand. Bill had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and his hand he stuck out missed hers completely as he couldn’t take his eyes off her chest. Melissa giggled mischievously as she caught his hand and shook it softly, delicately.

"I think your stay with us will be satisfactory Mr. Trencart. I’ve already prepared a room for you upstairs, next to mine. You’re going to be our most treasured guest here."

"Uh, huh. I’d like that a bunch Miss ….! How’d you know my name, anyway?" Bill had missed everything she’d said simply because his eyes were filled. It sort of reminded him of something his Daddy had said, ‘When the eyes are full, the ears are hollow.’

"Oh, don’t be alarmed so." Melissa purred as she snaked her arm through his. "Why your son Bob ‘Bison’ Trencart was here and told us all about you. We’ve been expecting you for some time now. Relax." She laid her head down on his shoulder comfortably as they walked up the stairs.

"My boy was here? Well, where is he now?" He was flustered and intoxicated by the beauty hanging on his arm. Truth be known, bill wouldn’t have let go of Melissa for any amount of money in the world!

"Why, he just went into town for a bit, to get some supplies for all us ladies here. He should be back soon enough. In the meantime, why don’t you rest in this room here." She indicated by swinging the heavy door open, revealing an elaborate bedroom decorated in an erotically appealing mixture of velvets and sexually carved woodwork. "He’s such a blessing for us now, since we’re having our first day of business tomorrow!"

Bill allowed himself to be lead in, standing just inside the room. "You mean you’re not open yet?" Melissa smiled as she caught the slight disappointment in his voice.

"Well Mr. Trencart. We had been waiting for a special girl to arrive, to completely serve all our customers. We anticipate a variety of tastes. But I promise you, since you’ve been here before, that I’ll send a very shapely individual in to you. You do like big?" She asked sweetly, a finger hanging on the corner of her lip and looking at him with little girl eyes. Having his mouth suddenly go dry on him, Bill could only nod once.

As Melissa closed the door, Bill looked around the room. His head was full of what this mansion used to be, and what it was now. If all the girls had looked as good as the first two he’d seen, he just might have to pull up stakes and move down here. Hell, it was only an hour or so down the road!

Smiling broadly at what was to come, Bill kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on top of the huge beds blankets, folding his hands behind his head.

 

Downstairs, Bison had made himself comfortable as well! He still wore his trousers but had taken off his shirt, revealing the hairy chest of a blacksmith’s physic. He had found some old books that detailed the history of the old Hammerson Mansion, which he found really interesting. He heard someone else arrive, his heavy steps going up the stairs, but Bison soon forgot that as the diary began to reveal some interesting things about Aunt Melissa! He spent hours going through pages out of Great Aunt Melissa’s diary! He didn’t know if he should’ve invaded her privacy like that, but it seemed as if the ghost of Aunt Melissa had wanted him to find them.

He found the huge bed to be incredibly comfortable, and was close to falling asleep when a slight creak of the door had woken him.

Was there someone in the room with him? Though close to sleep, Bison’s mind was anything but foggy. Images of Melissa came instantly to his mind!

 

He only had his eyes closed for a few moments when he heard something small moving around beneath his bed. A mouse, he thought. Figures, a house as old as this one. He wouldn’t be surprised if a whole family of rats were living in the walls and such. Still, the house did look to be in incredible shape!

Thoughts of a beautiful woman coming in soon occupied Bill’s mind, and he began to undress. For modesty, he decided to leave his boxers on. After all, he was an old man now, not the young gentleman he’d been when he came here last. Naked but for boxers, Bill laid down on top of the thick comforter and tried to look patient. He closed his eyes, realizing he was a tired old man now, and thought back to his younger days. The bed was so comfortable to his worn out body! Soon, Bill Trencart was snoring.

Bill looked around and tried to remember how he’d come here. He was in a dark room that was completely empty except for a dresser standing in the middle! He looked around, realizing there wasn’t any doors or windows and called out frantically but heard no one answer.

He looked back at the dresser. It was a large dark oak with many drawers and a large mirror standing on top of it. Was the mirror there before? He decided that it must have been. There wasn’t anything for him to do but to see what the dresser had inside. He pulled open the top smaller drawer and discovered dozens of ladies panties inside, all in satin!

He took a step back for some reason, he didn’t know why. There was something about that drawer full of panties that scared him. He looked down at his body and realized he was naked! He wrapped his arms around him, hugging himself. He was starting to get cold! He pulled open another drawer and found stockings. Obviously the thing was full of women’s clothes! He looked around him, still seeing no way out. What was he going to do? His lips were starting to quiver from the chill. Was the temperature going down? He needed something to wear or he’d freeze!

He took out a pair of white panties and, looking around shamefully, pulled them up his legs. He thought the lace trim was entirely too feminine for his needs but had no doubt that on a woman, they’d look just right. Just a flimsy bit of satin wasn’t going to warm him at all so Bill reached in and took out a pair of white stockings with a 2" band of stretchy lace at the top. He cringed in embarrassment as he sat on the floor and gently pulled them up his hairy legs, careful not to rip them. He didn’t question how he knew how, only did it.

Bill could feel a little warmth returning to his legs and crotch and decided to try and find something else. He opened another drawer and found dozens of bras, all in satin and lace. He wasn’t surprised, after all, this was a woman’s dresser. Why wouldn’t he find these things? He kept thinking that something wasn’t right, though.

He pulled out a white bra almost entirely of lace. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but this one was an under wire. He wrapped it around his chest, fastening the three hooks in front of him, then turned it around before slipping his arms through the shoulder straps. He adjusted it slightly, frowning, as the empty cups felt wrong to him. They were a C cup weren’t they? Large C or small D? Wasn’t that right?

Bill looked around again. Still no door! How in the hell was he supposed to get out of here? He pulled one drawer open and found box that had his name on it. Well, it wasn’t his name, really. It was spelled differently than his. "Billi." He read. Picking it up, he opened it to find a wig. It was shoulder length with soft brown curls! Without thinking, he put it. He looked in the mirror, frowning. Something just wasn’t right here! He turned this way and that, frowning further when the soft curls sort of clashed with his graying stubble.

He looked at the dresser, hoping to find a shirt or something. He couldn’t walk around with just stockings, panties and a bra on! Opening another of the larger drawers enabled him to find just what he was looking for! He pulled out and put on a forest green robe of smooth sensual satin that draped about him in a pleasant and intoxicating manner, which only confused his thoughts further.

He looked in the mirror and frowned severely. He couldn’t possibly walk around like he was! He needed to shave, brush his hair, all sorts of things that needed IM-mediate attention!

Suddenly he felt dizzy! He leaned on the dresser with both hands and hoped he wouldn’t fall over. He waited until the tunnel vision receded and his vision cleared and looked into the mirror again, this time gasping. He was beautiful! He filled out the bra nicely, too! He couldn’t help but smile nervously as he gazed down at the soft breasts that swelled inside the bra every time he breathed. This was definitely better than before!

His face was pretty, and the wig was now his own hair! He had a full head of hair again! His reflection showed how smooth and soft his skin now was, all the way to his waist where the change had stopped.

He decided he didn’t like the look of the robe even though he loved how it felt on his now smooth sensitive skin. He found instead a hot pink lace dress that was really sexy! Without thinking he slipped the panties down and pulled the pink dress on over his head. He was momentarily disorientated until he found his head poking out the top.

When he smoothed the material out, trying to get it to lay right, he noticed how slender his hands and fingers had become! He looked quizzically at his polished nails that had somehow grown a half-inch past the end of his finger tips. He was starting to become confused again! Did he have nails like these before? And was his skin always this soft and smooth?

Bill shuddered as something in the back of his mind tried to get out. Some voice that was yelling louder and louder yet still could not be understood. He could tell how panicked the voice was, how avid it was to tell him something.

He was interrupted as he felt strange swellings in his hips, thighs and ass! Tingles that ran up and down his lower body in increasing waves! His slender hands smoothed there way down his hips, feeling how smoother and wider they were! He looked up to the mirror, thinking how much bigger it was, and deftly pulled up his dress, turning around to see what had happened! What he saw made him both happy and annoyed! His hips had widened, he already knew that by touch, but his ass had undergone an enlargement, a swelling that made it nothing but fantastically sexy!

He now had the fully rounded, bouncy ass to match his soft quivering breasts! That was a good thing, right? His head felt like it was full of cotton! He couldn’t think straight. He looked at the beautiful woman staring back at him from the mirror. She was pretty with a really hot body, though the breasts could be larger.

He slipped the dress off and reached effortlessly behind his back to unsnap the bra before slipping off the straps, revealing two perfectly shaped breasts to him. Did I really want bigger breasts?

The woman in the mirror cocked her head a little, much like a dog who found something curious would, and looked at her breasts, trying to imagine them fuller, rounder, heavier. As she continued inspecting her breasts, they suddenly swelled larger! She gasped at the exquisite sensation of pleasure that ran through her body, leaving her wondering if she had had an orgasm! She couldn’t help but notice how arousing her breasts felt to her now! She was even sexier than before! She knew without a doubt she was firmly into a D cup. Her hands slid themselves up to cup and fondle her new breasts, squeezing them gently and tweaking the larger nipples. She opened her eyes to watch herself when she noticed how different her hair looked. A little longer and straighter perhaps a little lighter?

He watched, fascinated, as his hair continued to change, going from the light brown to a thicker, darker brown! It even seemed to be lengthening even as she watched! Her eyes flicked to her breasts as she felt them swelling again, her hands busy squeezing them erotically!

Inside her mind, the voice had gotten terribly loud, and was threatening to drive her insane with its non-stop deluge of shrieks and curses. It almost seemed to her that there was someone else inside her brain trying to get out!

 

 

 

As this thought came to her, a sudden pain caused her to cry out. Her hands grasped her head in a vain attempt to stop the assault from happening, but she knew that somehow, she would have to rid herself of this being inside her. It was a possession that she would have to beat! She would have to be stronger than it was in order to survive!

She fell to the ground in a tingling agony, her skin cold against the strange floor, and was barely able to focus in on the dresser that loomed so large above her. In a moment, the pain and dizzy tingling was gone, leaving her gasping in relief and thanks. She knew that she had changed again though.

Her hand brought a wisp of blonde hair in front of her eyes! She was a blonde now! A blonde with short hair! Why was she changing so? She moaned as her body suddenly came alive with a tingling pleasure. Her tongue licked her lips, tasting lipstick for the first time as her skin flushed with eroticism, her breasts firming and swelling anew! She could only look down and watch as her tits became larger than before! She was going to orgasm with all the pleasure washing through her!

 

She had to get up. She didn’t know why, but she had the suspicion her breasts would continue their expansion until she put a bra on. A part of her didn’t mind so much, liking how her body looked with the larger breasts hanging off her slim torso! She smiled, wondering how big they would get if she didn’t do anything.

She searched the drawer, looking for a bra that would be really sexy to wear, when she found a real monster. The cups were huge! Looking at the tag, she smiled broadly, wondering how mammoth tits like those would be. She wrapped the bra around her, craning her neck to see the 6 hook-ups between her EE cup breasts. Turning it around her and adjusting the straps over her shoulders, she watched as her boobs ballooned inside the enormous cups until they began to bulge ever so slightly above the lace trim! Only then did they stop. She looked at herself in the mirror, her whole body quivering, and smiled wantonly at the way her enormous, jiggling breasts quaked rhythmically with her growing sexual desire.

So this is what a pair of 36 P’s look like! She smiled, realizing for the first time a door in the middle of the wall behind her. She could see its reflection and turned to see it with her own wide eyes, her massive breasts swinging around a half second later, throwing her balance off and dropping her to the floor. There was no pain, only the outrageous bouncing and jiggling of the twin globes attached to her. She began to wish for smaller breasts, at least a size she could manage, when she felt the somewhat dizzy tingling again! She looked down to see her huge bra start to sag as her breasts started their diminishing, growing smaller with each heartbeat! She slipped off the too large bra and picked up the first one, slipping expertly into that. Her breasts stopped shrinking when they got to the size of the bra! She laughed as she understood. She slipped into the red dress again, making sure it fit perfectly across her breasts and ass before she started for the door.

Abruptly, she realized she’d be leaving all the nice, sexy clothes behind her. She couldn’t do that! She would have to take at least some of them with her. That’s when she spied the duffel bag sitting on the floor behind to the dresser. Had that been there the whole time? Quickly, she opened it and grabbed an armful of panties out the top of the dresser. She did notice that not all the panties were the same size. Some were a petite size 5, while others were a healthy size 8, and several she saw were even bigger than that. They were all types, too. She saw a lot of thongs that she knew would leave her round ass cheeks bouncing sexily, while others would embrace each cheek sexily in sensuous satin.

She had to have them all. The same for the stockings. They were of all sizes and colors, and all had a sexy band of lace at the tops, so she grabbed them all also. She gazed at the assortment of bras, somehow seeing more than just that. They, too, were of all sizes. She grabbed an armful, seeing a 32 A cup sitting arousingly near her lips, and a 40 TT that clung to her fingers when she dumped the load into the bag! The sizes probably covered the whole size range.

She opened other drawers and emptied their contents into the bag, not really looking at things as they fell through her fingers, intent on emptying the dresser of its satiny treasures.

She did see a black satin corset, heavily boned, that would circle a waist that was only 18" around! The thought of wearing something so constricting made her so wet, she felt the juices start running down her legs! Next she found a panty girdle made for a larger woman, probably a size 3XL she thought. How did she know that? Garter belts, chemises, teddies, shoes of all colors and textures, though not a pair possessing a heel height less than 4"! Sexy skirts of leather, silk and satin, animal print and jeans with a variety of blouses and tops to match! All this plus a few sexy nurse uniforms in a couple different sizes, and a stethoscope that went with them.

The bag lay like a huge bloated worm, and I was worried I wouldn’t be able to move it, when the door opened, surprising me terribly! In walked in a gorgeous red head, sharply dressed in a tight green mini-dress, nude stockings and 4" dark green heels. A silver choker was the only jewelry I could see her wearing!

"I see you’re all packed. Melissa sent me to get you. Ready to go then?" She asked, smiling. I nodded and practically drooled at the scrumptious outfit she was wearing! Still smiling, she turned, allowing me an obvious view of her tantalizing ass as she flexed her cheeks for me! I grasped the straps to the bag and, careful not to break a nail, hauled it slowly behind me. I was amazed I could move it at all, much less pull it along behind me.

I didn’t have to pull it very far as the red head showed me to a heavy door with the name Billi carved tastefully into the wood at eye level.

"Is that my name?" I asked both breathless and confused.

"Yes, it is. Your Billi now. My name’s Carla. My room is right next to yours. See?" She said while pointing to a door carved with her name. I nodded once, anxious to see what my room looked like. "We’re going to be the best of friends." Carla said as she hugged me. I was confused and aroused at the same time, and was hoping to ask Carla a couple of questions when I felt her breath on my neck, sending chills of delight down my spine! I desperately wanted this woman, wanted to taste her, but was dizzy again! Was she doing this? Her lips felt hot and wonderful as she kissed my neck, gently sucking my skin between her lips and drawing her tongue across! She was driving me crazy and I was going to ask her to stop when I felt her hands slide down my back to sensuously massage my ass, each hand grasping each cheek and squeezing possessively! I moaned aloud, my own hands wondering over her body, feeling and squeezing her curves as her lips seared my skin on the way to my own! Any protests I had were instantly smothered as her succulent lips mashed themselves to mine, her tongue darting in and playing with my own! My whole body was becoming putty, and I was finding it difficult to even have a thought when she suddenly broke off, smiling wickedly.

"I’m really sorry. It’s just that while we’re here, we’re pretty open ….sexually. As long as it’s agreeable between both parties, we can do whatever we like.

"Really?" I had to concentrate on standing! "I really think you’re hot, and I’d like nothing better than to be your best friend." I sincerely told her.

"Great. I think you’re pretty sexy, too." She smiled as she walked away with a very sexy wiggle. I knew it was just for me!

I opened the door to a room that was absolutely huge! The bed was slightly bigger than a king was, and the walk-in closet looked like another room! The big window was covered with a cream colored curtain but was transparent enough for me to see the expanse of woods outside. The thick rug beneath my toes felt wonderful as I dragged the bag into the room behind me.

Against the wall was a dresser that looked very familiar, complete with a large mirror atop it! Smiling, I wasted no time in putting everything away.

Once done, there was a knock at the door. I didn’t have any idea who it might be so opened it up. A very voluptuous woman stood there smiling at me, wearing a peasant blouse that strained to hold her huge tits, a red mini-skirt that hugged a wide set of adorably sexy hips, yet emphasized her diminutive waist, and a pair of red 5" heels. Instinctively, I knew her heels were in a size 5, although I didn’t know how I knew. Looking at her, I realized I knew exactly what size of everything she had on was! I immediately knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, either, which began to make my mouth water! She smiled all the more as she leaned against me for a hug, her huge breasts molding themselves to my upper body! I could feel her nipples getting hard and start to poke against my skin beneath the dress!

"I’m so glad you’re ready." She kissed me quickly then slid her hands down my arms, capturing my hands and pulling my arms out. "Let’s take a look at you." She said smiling. "Oh, my! You’re going to break hearts all over the county!" I blushed and felt my left leg bend sexily behind me.

"What I want you to do is get dressed and meet a gentleman downstairs." She stated still smiling.

"Oh! What will I wear?" I hadn’t a clue. To meet a gentleman?

"That’s the wonderful part!" She exclaimed to me. "You’ll automatically know what to wear each and every time!" I couldn’t help but smile at that! That was a load off of my mind!

"Hurry now!" She playfully swatted my ass. "He’s been down there for a while now." Oh goodness! I didn’t know that! I had to hurry then!

I quickly stripped off the dress and bra and pulled open the drawers full of lingerie. I didn’t know what to pick, trying to find something that would fit me, when my fingers snatched up a pale pink, satin under wire. I quickly slipped into it and became amazed at my breasts swelling larger to fit the 36 EE cups! I watched, smiling ridiculously as they filled the satin cups to overflowing, the soft flesh bulging out the tops! I gasped as my nipples became erect and enlarged, pushing out the satin even further! I’ve never seen nipples that big before! Somehow though, I knew that’s how they were supposed to look!

Next, I pulled out a matching pair of panties, generously trimmed in lace and slipped them up my suddenly widening hips and swelling thighs! I knew without looking that my ass was plumping up further than it already was.

I slid my smooth and sexy legs into a pair of nude thigh-highs then slipped a pair of white ankle socks with lacy ruffles on. I pointed my toes into a pair of 4" hot pink heels. Smiling at the very naughty schoolgirl I was becoming, I found a very short and pleated dark skirt to wear, and a white button shirt to go with it. Once buttoned, it showed quite a bit of cleavage as the tops of my breasts were simply popping out! It was obvious any additional strain would result in most of the buttons flying off in random directions!

I brushed my hair with a brush I’d found lying on the dresser that I’m sure wasn’t there before. As my arm ran the brush through my hair, I could see it becoming darker, the hair getting longer and straighter until it reached the top of my protruding ass behind me.

I hadn’t noticed before, but on my shirt over the left breast pocket was an emblem of some sort. I tried reading it but was hampered by the curvature of my huge tit. I ended up reading it backwards in the mirror. "Hammerson school for naughty girls."

I looked at my reflection, quickly tying a pink ribbon in my hair behind me, and silently agreed.

I was just about to leave and meet my gentleman when I thought about make-up! I definitely needed a little lipstick and eye shadow. Perhaps some mascara, too! In only a few minutes, I had transformed my face from the innocent little schoolgirl into the school slut! My eyes were hauntingly beautiful, surrounded by long lashes and shades of purple and blue! My lips were full and pouty, covered in a glossy pink lipstick that I just knew I was going to smear on his big cock!

"Oh my! Where did that thought come from?" I said in my little girl’s voice as I felt a blush creeping up from my chest. Images of what I’d be doing very soon came to me. I had used enough rouge to imitate a blush, wanting a slightly inexperienced school slut, not counting on blushing on cue!

I was ready and made my way carefully down to the room where he was waiting. How did I know where he was? I bounced and wiggled my ass to the door and gently let myself in, hoping he was going to spank me!

Lying on the bed was a huge man, positively the biggest man I’d ever seen this close before. My pussy started getting wet just looking at the huge bulge inside his pants. He lay shirtless, his huge muscles flexing as he hauled his body up to see who had come in. His eyes held surprise and appreciation at seeing her standing there.

"Oh Mr. Principal! I’ve been so bad." Billi giggled in an insanely sexy voice that only served to increase the size of bulge in the man’s pants!

Billi giggled hungrily as she closed the door behind her.

Melissa smiled at the fourth man to walk into Hammerson House today. Just like the men before him, he’d heard through word of mouth that Hammerson House was open and inviting men, and women, from all around to taste the forbidden fruits of an old time brothel!

In no time at all, Melissa knew they’d be running around a hundred men, and maybe a dozen or so women, through Hammerson House weekly. Each one of them would be a repeat customer and would help spread the word around. Eventually, those people would go on vacations somewhere, spreading the existence of Hammerson House to farther corners!

That’s when she’d need more girls to work.

Business was good and getting better. Billi showed up right on the eve of their grand opening, too. Not every girl can do what she can! Melissa smiled as she leaned back in her chair, her feet propped up on a desk showing financial predictions.

She was happy Billi showed up. Aunt Melissa was also happy! Melissa sensed it through the walls and floor. She was happy Billi had made it.

Now, of course, it was time to call the others. All the other people who drove Aunt Melissa out. Who killed her. If they weren’t available, then their sons and daughters would have to come!

Melissa smiled.

 

The End

 

 

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