Magic Justice

by Dave Hicks

 

Chapter 2

 

1

 

Simone comes down from her bedroom for dinner. She talks very little during the meal. She doesn’t look at all happy.

"Have you worked out how to use your new breast pump yet?" I ask her. "Has it helped?"

"Yes," she replies sarcastically. "I did work out how to use it. No thanks to you, I might add."

"That’s nice, dear."

"It’s not nice," she sulks. "I hate it."

"Well, at least your breasts aren’t leaking anymore."

Not for a few hours at least, I think to myself - until they fill up again.

Her breasts are still tender. No matter how big her breast eventually become, I’ll ensure they’ll always very firm and tender. By the time I’ve finished with Simone, she’ll be a prize-winning, champion dairy cow.

I don’t feel in the least badly about what I’m doing to her. She’s done some terrible and selfish things and I suspect she’s also done it to others. I need to check on that. Perhaps I could right some of the wrongs she’s done. To let her go unpunished, would be unjust. She has no feelings of remorse about trying to destroy my life - for her own selfish ends. Anything I do to her, will be mild by comparison.

I decide to alter her thinking. Now, she can never contemplate deliberate self-harm. Nor can she harm me or others. She won’t avoid what I’ve planned for her, by taking her own life.

 

2

 

No one really knows how many magic people there are in the world but I would guess; no more than a couple of thousand. The computer data base I use, will only give me information about the magic people I know exist. People who are magic, tend to pass the ability onto their children. When the child reaches about fourteen years of age, they’re given their own wish-credit by their mother or grandmother. Any wish-credit a person might still have remaining when they die, is lost forever. There’s no real governing body for magic people. There is an expectation however, that powerful people like myself, should protect the weaker among us.

It’s evening. Simone has decided to sleep on her own. I sit up in bed and read more of her diary. My suspicions are confirmed. On a previous occasion, she has robbed someone of their wish-credit. That makes her a wish-vampire - the most despised of all individuals among the magic community. In the past, the punishment for such a crime has been truly horrific and was designed to act as a deterrent for all magic people. It’s lucky for Simone, I own her debt. No one can punish her without my consent. However, it does place a responsibly on me to ensure justice is done and done thoroughly.

Fortunately, Simone mentions in her diary, the name of the woman she’s robbed. Now I have the victim’s name, I consult my computer and locate them. Tomorrow, I’ll visit Ingrid and make her a magic person again. And perhaps repair some of the damage Simone did to her - if I can.

 

3

 

Next day, Simone decides she no longer wants to go to work. She says; the job no longer interests her. You mean your next intended victim - I think to myself.

"What will you be doing instead?" I ask her.

"I’ll find something to do," she replies, in a casual manner.

More mischief no doubt. Although there’s little harm she can do now - she’s no longer a magic person. I own her wish-debt. I notice her breasts have grown a little overnight. Her new maternity bra seems to still fit her - for the time being.

She tries a different tack at breakfast,

"If you had three wishes," she asks offhandedly, "What would you wish for?"

Not very clever - a little too obvious.

"Of course, I wish for you to be happy, dear," I lie. "I’d like your breasts to be back to normal, because I know they’re upsetting you, the way they are."

She seems pleased with my answer and doesn’t pursue the question any further. Not for the time being - no doubt.

 

4

 

I drive to the address of the person whom Simone robbed of her wish-credit. The door is opened by a very, attractive, middle aged woman.

"Can I help you?" she asks pleasantly.

"I’m here to restore your wish-credit," I announce.

She immediately ushers me quickly into her lounge room.

"I’m Ingrid," she announces, over a cup of tea.

She explains how Linda, now Simone, had befriended her and her two teenage girls. This much I already knew from the diary.

"I told Linda," Ingrid continues, "I wanted to give my oldest child her wish-gift. She’s old enough now. But I didn’t have enough wish-credit. Linda said; it wasn’t a problem because she would lend me some of hers."

She wipes a tear from her eye.

"Like a fool, I trusted her," Ingrid says sadly. "I had no credit left. Linda refused to give me any and then used her superior power to take my daughter’s credit. With no power of my own, I couldn’t ever protect my own child. She’s such a cruel and heartless woman."

Linda, had left both Ingrid and her child with nothing, unable to retaliate or recover what was stolen from them. No child can defend themselves against an adult with greater power. It was a crude but effective method of robbery, which only the most immoral magic person would ever do. Taking credit from children is the act of a true criminal.

"I’d like to give you a wish-loan," I suggest. "You can repay me, when you can afford it."

"What about Linda?" she asks. "How can I be sure she’ll not try to take it away again."

I explain to Ingrid what Linda had done to me.

"Linda is no longer a magic person," I inform her. "I own her wish-debt. I’m handling her punishment."

"Oh," says Ingrid. "I do so wish I could be the one to punish her."

I ask Ingrid not to contact Linda and extract her own revenge. I promise Ingrid, Linda will never again repeat what she did. Reluctantly Ingrid agrees. I’ll stay in contact with her, in the future and I’m sure we’ll become good friends. I didn’t mention, I was normally a male. Who knows? Once all this is over, she might even like me the way I am?

 

5

 

When I return home, it’s lunch-time. I don’t see Simone. She’s left the kitchen in a complete mess, after preparing herself lunch. I have something to eat and decide to lie down for a while - to rest my aching back and shoulders. As I enter my bedroom, I notice the computer keyboard has been moved. I turn it on and check the files. By the transaction log, I see Simone has tried to access the magic data base but hadn’t been able to guess my password. It wouldn’t have done her any good if she had. To gain access to the magic database, you needed to be a magic person - it has nothing to do with passwords. Somehow, the system always knows who you are. It’s magical.

I remove my dress and body-suit and lay on the bed. I’m just about to fall asleep, when Simone creeps into my room, without knocking.

"Are you asleep," she whispers.

I don’t reply. She assumes I’m unconscious and turns the computer on again. After ten minutes, she gives up in frustration.

"You’re a silly, fat bitch," she says, as she leaves the room. "I’m glad I made you look the way you do. At least my breasts will never look as stupid as yours."

Don’t bet on it - I smile to myself.

 

6

 

I decide it’s time for Linda’s punishment to begin in earnest - partly because I’d met Ingrid. Also, there seems no sense in delaying it any longer. I change some things about her.

From now onwards, it’s impossible for her to lie to me. She’ll lose all sexual interest in men but her drive will be strong, demanding and unable to be satisfied. She’ll find it increasingly more difficult to leave the house and avoid interacting with other people wherever possible. Whatever she needs in the future, she’ll have delivered to the house. Her eating is now compulsive. The size of her body, breasts and the amount of milk they produce, will continue to increase, under my control. I make her devoted to her personal cleanliness and keeping the house tidy. Between cleaning, masturbating, pumping out her breasts and eating, she’ll be kept fairly busy.

 

7

 

I sleep for an hour, wake and dress, going through the process of encasing myself in my body suit. As I enter the kitchen, Simone is at the table, with a plate of food in front of her. I make a cup of coffee and sit opposite her.

"How do you feel?" I ask her.

She doesn’t reply but stares at my breasts and starts rubbing herself between the legs.

"I think you may have a hormone problem," I observe.

She stops stimulating herself and looks into my face.

"Your great, big, fat tits are making me excited," she remarks.

"If you want to play with yourself, you should go to your bedroom and do it," I reply.

Without saying a word, she leaves the table but returns shortly with her breast pump. She opens the front of her dress, releases her bra and proceeds to extract the milk from her breasts.

I finish my coffee and go out into the garden. Ten minutes later, Simone joins me carrying a plate of food.

"My bras won’t fit me," she complains, as she sits near me. "It’s not fair."

"Then we should go into town and get you some new ones," I suggest.

"I don’t want to leave the house," she answers. "You get them for me."

"We still have to see the doctor. You can buy them yourself, while we’re doing that."

She doesn’t look very happy with the prospect.

 

8

 

After a good deal of persuasion, I get her to the doctor’s surgery. We’re shown into the office immediately.

"I’m mystified by your condition, Simone," the doctor admits. "I can’t find any cause for your lactating breasts. It’s certainly not caused by the accident you had."

"See," says Simone, turning to me. "I told you there was nothing wrong with my head. You were just being stupid - as usual."

I ignore her comment and ask the doctor if Simone’s problem could be hormonal.

"Simone’s hormone levels are normal," the doctor replies

Simone rises from her chair

"I don’t think you know what you’re talking about," Simone tells the doctor irritably. "You’re a fool and I’m never coming back here again. I want to go home now. I don’t like being away from the house."

I take Simone to an underwear shop and get her fitted with new bras. I buy the complete range of sizes for her, in a similar style. Later, she’s going to need bigger bras.

When we return to the house, it’s time for me to start cooking the evening meal.

"I don’t like going out of the house," Simone informs me. "I don’t like that doctor. I’m never going out again."

"You can’t just lock yourself away," I tell her.

"I’m going to tidy my room," she replies, taking a plate of food with her. "Call me when dinner’s ready."

When the meal’s prepared, I eat mine alone and leave hers sitting on the table to grow cold. I don’t bother to tell her it’s ready. With the eating compulsion she has now, she won’t care if it’s been sitting there for days. As long as it’s food, she’ll eat it eventually.

 

9

 

Some time later, I’m in the lounge, reading a book, when Simone enters the room and sits next to me.

"It must be hard to have to carry around such enormous, heavy tits," she comments, with a sly smile.

She puts her hand up her skirt and masturbates. I choose to ignore it - for the time being.

"You must get so embarrassed, when people stare at you," she says spitefully. "When they see how huge your breasts are."

"I’ve never noticed people looking at my breasts," I inform her. "In fact, I rather like having breasts this large. They make me feel quite feminine."

"And how does it feel to be so fat?"

"How it feels to be the family dairy cow?" I smile sweetly at her, hoping that will put an end to the conversation.

It certainly hits a raw nerve. She leaves the room without saying another word - probably to the kitchen, to stuff her face again.

On my way to bed, I visit the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. Simone isn’t there. She’s probably in her bedroom again, playing with herself. In the refrigerator I discover a bottle of her milk. I wonder what she’s keeping that for? I certainly can’t immediately think of a use for it.

 

10

 

I’m starting to experience character migration. My original male personality and my new female mentality are starting to merge, to some degree. It’s the result of staying in my new body for an extended period. I’m starting to becoming more like a woman. When I told Simone; I didn’t mind having such large breasts, it wasn’t entirely a lie. I’m starting to like being a woman and I’m not sure if I want to change the situation, at the moment.

There’s a message on my computer from Ingrid. She’d like to see me. I decide I’d like to wear something nice and go to the closet to pick a suitable dress. On inspection, I realize the dresses Simone has provided for me, are not what I want to wear.

I notice one of my body suits is missing. I have no doubt Simone has taken it to assist her to masturbate. I modify her thinking, so she can no longer enter my bedroom, in the future. She’s welcome to keep the body suit. After all, I did take one of her old bras for a keepsake.

 

11

 

I drive into town and spend a few hours buying clothes. I have to admit, I rather enjoy the experience. Perhaps being a woman isn’t so bad after all.

I arrive at Ingrid’s home and she seems genuinely pleased to see me.

"I had to call you," she smiles. "I wanted you to be present when I give my oldest daughter Claire, her first-wish. They’ll both be home from school shortly."

"Thank you, Ingrid," I reply. "It’s very kind of you to think of me."

She pauses for a moment.

"I have a favor to ask of you," she admits. "I know I don’t have the right to do this - not after all you’ve done for us."

"Ask it anyway," I laugh.

"Claire and Karen don’t have a grandmother," she says. "My mother died before they were born. I have no other family. I never knew the fathers of my children. And…"

I wait for her to finish.

"I know Linda turned you into a woman," Ingrid says, with difficulty. "And you’ll eventually return to being a man."

"Yes," I nod in agreement, giving her time to finish her question..

"But just for a little while," she asks, "would you be their grandmother? It’s so important for a child to have family present at their first-wish. It’s such a wonderful time, in the life of any magic child."

"I agree," I answer. "And I’d love the be their grandmother."

"Would you?" Ingrid asks. "Thank you so much."

"I could hardly not see my own grandchildren - at an important time like this - could I?"

She gives me a hug. It feels nice.

"Thank you so much," she says.

I seem to be picking up daughters from all over the place. I smile to myself. At least Ingrid is a vast improvement on the last one I had.

 

12

 

Claire and Karen are two beautiful young ladies, fifteen and thirteen years of age. I can tell Ingrid is very proud of them. After a moment's hesitation, they give their newly found grandmother enthusiastic embrace. Again, I like the feeling the closeness gives me.

"You’re staying for dinner, aren’t you mother?" Ingrid asks me, a little hesitantly.

"Of course, Ingrid," I answer, with a smile. "I’m here for my granddaughter Claire’s first-wish, this evening."

"Will I be magic then?" Claire asks me. "Just like Mom and you, grandma?"

"Yes you will," I confirm. "Then you’ll have to learn how to use it properly. That’s what grandmother’s are for."

I materialize an exact copy of the necklace my grandmother gave to me, when I was Claire’s age. It’s a thin, unbreakable gold chain with a pea sized, highly polished, spherical truth stone suspended from it.

"This is for you, Claire," I smile.

"Thank you so much, grandmother," Claire replies, taking it from my hand. "What is it?"

"It’s a truth stone," I explain. "It will tell you if someone is lying to you."

"I could’ve used one of those," Ingrid says, with a touch of bitterness.

I materialize another and hand it to her.

"Don’t leave it at my house, next time, Ingrid," I admonish her. "You were always loosing things as a child."

"Thanks, mother," Ingrid smiles, taking the chain from me and placing it around her neck. "I promise I won’t ever lose it again."

"Why haven’t we ever seen you before, grandma?" asks Karen.

"Because I’ve been doing secret magic things for the Grand Wizard," I explain. "It’s very hard work and a long and difficult way to travel back each time."

"But we’re going to see you from now on, aren’t we?" Karen inquires.

I look at Ingrid.

"Oh, I hope so, Karen," Ingrid smiles. "I hope so, very much."

 

13

 

I’m surprised how easily I’ve fallen into the role of grandmother. The four of us sit around the table having dinner. Claire is too excited at the prospect of getting her first-wish and eats very little.

"Tell me what sort of secret work you did for the Grand Wizard, grandma?" Karen asks. "I bet is was very important."

"If grandma told you that," smiles Ingrid, "it wouldn’t be secret then - would it?"

"Oh mum," says Karen, feeling disappointed.

"I’ll tell you, Karen," I laugh, "but you mustn’t tell anyone else. It’s a magic secret."

"Okay," she nods, with a cheeky grin.

"My job is to find bad witches and make sure they can’t ever hurt anyone again," I tell her.

"I wish you’d find Linda," Claire states. "She was bad."

Ingrid glances briefly at me in concern.

"But I already have," I tell Claire. "She’s being punished right now."

"Is she?" asks Karen.

"Grandmother’s promise," I smile, making some sign on my bosom with my hand.

"I hope you’re really nasty to her," Claire says. "She’s a horrible person."

"Yes she is," I agree, "and the Grand Wizard has already decided what’s to be done with her."

"Tell me," says Karen.

"Oh it’s pretty horrible," I reply. "She’ll have all her magic taken off her - just for starters."

"Just like she did to us," Claire agrees, with a nod.

"That’s right," I say.

"Will you turn her into a frog?" Karen asks me.

"You mean a toad," remarks Claire, glancing at her sister. "Frogs are nice. Not like toads."

"How about a cockroach then?" Karen giggles to Claire.

"A rat would be better," suggests Claire. "They have to live in a sewer."

The two girls continue their conversation, each trying to outdo the other, with more gruesome suggestions regarding Linda’s fate.

Ingrid smiles at me.

"Thank you," she whispers gratefully.

 

14

 

It’s mid-evening and time for Ingrid to give Claire her first-wish. I wear one of the long gowns I’d bought earlier that day. Ingrid, also dressed in a long gown, lights candles and places them in a broad circle, on the living room floor. She and Claire stand in the circle of light and Ingrid transfers her gift to Claire.

I materialize a table of tempting things to eat and the girls do what they can to consume it all.

"What will I wish for, Grandma?" Claire asks.

"Start with something small and simple," I advise her. "Don’t ever waste it. It takes time to get it back, once you use it."

Ingrid nods in agreement.

Claire looks somber for a moment.

"I wish Grandma didn’t have to go back to work for the Grand Wizard," she says. "I wish she could stay here and live with us."

"Me too," adds Karen, stuffing more cake into her mouth.

"Grandma’s got important work to do," Ingrid says, then turns to me. "I wish she could stay too, but magic work has to come first."

"She can have my bed," offers Karen. "I can sleep with Claire."

"I don’t want you sleeping with me," Claire objects. "You wriggle around too much. And your feet are always cold."

"I do not wriggle around," Karen answers. "You pulled the sheets off me all the time, when we went camping."

"You do wriggle around," Claire grins. "You’re a worm."

"So are you."

"I am not."

 

15

 

Later, when both girls have gone to bed, Ingrid and I sit on the verandah, enjoying the still, night air.

"You must have a lot of power," she comments, fingering the chain around her neck. "To be able to materialize a wish stone takes an awful lot of energy."

"I have a large capacity," I explain, with a smile. "I guess I’m lucky that way."

We’re silent for a few moments, both deep in our private thoughts.

"What they said was true," Ingrid remarks. "I wish you could stay too. But I know that’s impossible. It’s been a wonderful evening - thanks to you. Claire is delighted to be a magic person and Karen thinks your marvelous."

I don’t answer immediately.

"I have a problem," I tell her.

"Yes, I know," she nods. "You never chose to be a woman. You’ll be turning yourself back into a man - once you’ve finished punishing Linda."

"It’s not as straightforward as that," I inform her.

She stares at me, looking somewhat mystified.

"What then?" she asks.

"I’m stuck between two worlds now," I explain. "I’m an elderly, overweight woman, with a ridiculous bosom, that weighs a ton. I wear industrial underwear that has to be seen to be believed. You could use one of my bra straps to tie up an ocean liner."

"It must be so hard for you," Ingrid replies, sympathetically. "They are so very large."

"However," I continue. "This is my problem. I’m now the grandmother of two beautiful young ladies. And the mother of a very attractive and caring daughter. I have a real family, for the first time in my life. I don’t want to give that up."

She remains thoughtful for a moment.

"What will you do?" she asks, almost in a whisper.

"I really don’t know," I answer. "I think what would happen now, if I changed myself back into a man. My grandchildren wouldn’t know me. My daughter would’ve lost a mother. And I would’ve lost my new family. I simply don’t know what to do, right now."

Ingrid starts crying. I rise from my chair and go to her. I hold her head against my bosom, while I gently stroke her hair.

"I don’t want you to be a man," Ingrid sniffs, as she reaches for a small handkerchief from inside her bra. "I want so much for things to stay the way they are - but I know you can’t do that."

I resume my seat and look at her, giving her time to speak.

"I do so wish you could stay," she says.

"I know," I smile. "I can’t promise you anything. But will you give me a few days to sort things out in my mind?"

She nods.

"Of course I will," she answers.

"I can’t make you a promise, at this stage," I warn her. "I have to deal with Linda first - before I can decide anything else."

"That’s fine," she replies. "At least there’s always the chance, you might change your mind. Isn’t there?"

Yes," I answer her. "There’s always that chance."

 

16

 

"Where have you been?" Simone asks me angrily, when I return home. "It’s gone eleven at night."

"So what?" I say, placing my newly bought clothes over the back of a chair.

"You’ve been gone since lunch time," she replies. "You’re supposed to be home, looking after me."

"Am I?"

"Yes," she answers. "That’s the way I made you."

She immediately realizes her mistake, by making that last statement.

"What do you mean - you made me, dear?" I ask, with an innocent smile.

"Nothing," she says. "Forget I even said that. It’s wasn’t important."

"That’s fine then - isn’t it," I smile. "I’m tired and I’m going to bed now."

"Where did you get those clothes from?"

"I bought them, of course," I reply.

"Why?"

"Simone," I say to her firmly. "I’m not in the mood to put up with any more of your bad temper. My back and shoulders are aching. I’m going to bed now and I’ll see you in the morning. I suggest you do the same."

"What did you just say to me?" she cries, staring in amazement.

"Before I leave, I’m going to give you something to think about."

"And what’s that?" she asks indignantly.

"I know you’re really Linda, not Simone," I reply calmly. "I always have. I know what you’ve done to Ingrid and her daughters. And most importantly of all - I own your wish-debt."

Her body freezes in shock. She’s unable to say a word. I pick up my new clothes and take them to my bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, there’s an insistent tapping on my bedroom door. I ignore her and fall quickly asleep.

 

17

 

Next morning I see no sign of Linda - she remains in her bedroom. I’ve made my decision. I contact my bank on my computer, set up a special account and deposit a large amount of money into it. It will be used to provide Linda with enough to live on and maintain the house. As she finds it increasingly more difficult to leave the house and have contact with others, the house will become her prison. She’s incapable of harming herself or others, so her imprisonment will be a life sentence. Her body will continue to enlarge to the size I’ve determined and her breasts will lactate very heavily, until the day she dies. Her sexual needs will be demanding and constant, but she’ll never be able to satisfy them. As I will always own her wish-debt, no magic person can ever change what I’ve done to her - not even her parents.

I think; perhaps I’m being too soft on her - but all I want now, is to be rid of her. I want her out of my life. I may check back on her - from time to time.

I drive to see Ingrid. Without saying a word, she greets me at the front door of her house, with a hug. She makes coffee for us and we sit in the lounge room.

"Have you decided?" she asks hopefully.

"Yes I have," I smile. "Is there room for a fat, old grandmother at your place?"

"Oh, heavens," she sighs, with relief. "You’re going to stay?"

"If you’ll have me."

"Of course we will," she smiles.

She kisses me on the cheek

"The girls were so disappointed to find you gone this morning," Ingrid says, with a grin. "It was as much as I could do, to get Karen off to school. Eventually, I told them - you’d been called away, on urgent business for the Grand Wizard."

"Did you tell them I’d be back?" I smile.

"Yes, I did," she replies, a little guiltily. "I prayed you would."

We sat for a few minutes, saying nothing.

"What made you decide to come back?" she asks.

"I though about what I really wanted out of life," I reply. "I realized - if being the way I am now, is what I have to pay, to have a family who all love me - then I’m prepared to pay that price."

"It’s a such a high price to pay," she smiles. "Particularly when you could be anyone you want to be."

"I know," I smile in return. "But what’s the alternative? To be beautiful and miserable? To be a man and to be lonely again? No, I don’t think so."

She nods thoughtfully.

"Anyway," I laugh, glancing down at my enormous bosom. "In some ways I rather like being a woman. It’s a whole new experience for me. I just wish I could’ve started with something a little smaller and work up to the larger sizes later."

Ingrid takes my hand in hers.

"Thank you, mother," she says. "I’ll never forget what you’ve done for my girls and me. I promise you that."

"Come now, daughter of mine," I say to her firmly. "I’m sure we could do with a fresh cup of coffee - before we go shopping. I haven’t got a thing to wear, you know."

"What about the clothes you bought yesterday?" she asks. "That gown you wore last night was lovely."

"That thing?" I laugh. "It’s not going to be enough. Not for a representative of the Grand Wizard. No - I need you to come with me this time. To help me pick out something a little more suitable - for a respectable woman of my age."

"Of course I will," she smiles. "You know I will. It’ll be great fun. Together."

"I’m going to need someone to teach me how to be a woman," I inform her. "I don’t have a clue where to start. I haven’t done this before."

"I’m sure we’ll manage, Mom," she laughs, giving my hand a firm, affectionate squeeze. "We’ve got all the time in the world, now - together."

 

 

 

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