SEVEN BROTHERS                    by: Roy Del Frink

 

The seven Frie brothers of Newark were considered despicable. Everyone seemed to hate them. By some quirk of fate, each acted like the very personification of one of the seven deadly sins. Alex was the "wrathful" one. He got upset at the smallest little thing, screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs when the computer didn’t work, when his car broke down, or when he missed the bus. If anyone showed him the slightest disrespect (and Alex’s definition of disrespect was pretty broad), he would try to draw them into a fight. Those fights covered his body with scars and bruises. Everyone in town tried to avoid him, and especially tried to avoid annoying him.

Barney was the "glutton". He weighed about three hundred and fifty pounds, much fatter than his brothers. He was known to eat an eighth slice of pizza at parties before anyone else got a second, even if it were the last slice. He ate enough food to support a normal-sized family of four. And it still wasn’t enough for Barney; whenever he saw anyone else eat food, he simply had to find a way to get some. He had stolen candy from babies many times, and even picked a fight with a bum once over a dirty crumb found on the ground. Restaurant owners would routinely refuse to let Barney eat "all-you-can-eat" meals, but he always sued and won his right to pig himself out. Many people were amazed how he could walk under his own power, but he only cared about filling his insatiable stomach. Forget double chins; Barney had a quadruple chin.

Chris was the "envious" one. He wanted whatever anyone else had that he didn’t. He never saved any money; he always used it to buy whatever he wanted at the moment. He was jealous at the wealthy for their money, the beautiful for their looks, and his supervisors for their better positions. And he, too, picked fights for whatever he wanted. More than once, he’d been arrested and tried for shoplifting. Chris always wanted to date beautiful women, but his butt-ugly looks and envious demeanor made the ladies want to avoid him.

Daniel was the "avaricious" one. He spent his whole life devoted to accumulating wealth. If he could avoid it, he’d keep you from getting a cent of his wealth. He was the only one of the Frie brothers to accumulate a fortune, but he didn’t want to share with anyone. Even though he was in charge of the family finances, he was indirectly responsible for the death of his own father. Seems he’d been shot by an intruder and needed medical help, but he refused to drive him to the hospital. He insisted Dad go to a free clinic, and old man Frie died during the search. Daniel deposited every check he ever got as soon as possible. Thwarting robbers, he surrounded his house with every security system he didn’t have to spend too much on. He was miserly and Scroogish. Daniel was the most despised of the seven, if only because his wealth made him the best known.

Earl was the "prideful" one. He loved everything about himself. Vain didn’t even begin to describe how he felt about himself. He looked down at others in a very vainglorious manner. He felt he was the best, the strongest, the handsomest, and the most popular, even though it was obvious to others he wasn’t. Earl once threw a blow at a man who had the gall (Earl though it was gall) to tell him "You’re not God, Earl." He always insisted on being the center of attention in a room. Being with him for more than a few minutes was trying for anyone.

Frank was the "slothful" one. Simply put, he avoided doing anything. He bought everything mail-order, even if he could buy it more cheaply at the supermarket next door. He spent his days lying on the couch watching TV, and his nights sleeping. In fact, Frank slept about 15 hours a day, and spent the rest of his time finding ways to do things without actually doing them. He was responsible for the death of his mother; when she suffered a stroke, he didn’t want to get up to dial 911, and when he finally did, he moved so slowly she was dead before he picked up the receiver. Needless to say, Frank was always unemployed; he spent most of his time mooching off his brothers at their places. None of them liked having to take care of Frank, the grown-up baby.

Gerry was the "lustful" one. Women were always on his mind. But all he wanted from the women was sex; true love and romance meant nothing to him. He fancied himself a Casanova, even though most females would stay away from him. More than once, he broke up when one of the few females who would date him learned he was seeing another woman. He really wanted to spend all his time making love with beautiful women, even though he could only make out with prostitutes. He spent all his free time and money on women.

All of the brothers had fiery red hair, and eyes a reddish twinge of auburn. They were all within a few inches of six feet exactly. Except for the obese Barney, all weighed about 200 pounds. The seven brothers were reasonably close, even if their personalities produced conflict. Still, nobody else would do anything with them, especially in their free time. About the only other people that would ever stand them were their relatives in Algeria. The brothers’ grandfather left France for America a century ago, while his brother moved into the French colony twenty years later. The brothers enjoyed their annual visits to the French Fries.

In 1995, the brothers were all in their forties. They flew to see their Algerian relatives in Daniel’s personal jet (the only time he’d ever splurged). Since Alex had taken flying lessons in the Air Force, he was the pilot. As usual, the brothers were enjoying their company, even if Earl was annoying all the others yapping about how great he was, Chris was jealous of Daniel’s wealth, Barney was worried about the lack of food, Frank was trying to take a nap and complaining about all the noise, Gerry was too preoccupied with his sexual fantasies to say anything, and Alex was just yelling at his brothers to shut up. "How can I fly the plane with all this arguing?" he yelled. As they approached Algiers, another fight between Earl and Daniel forced Alex to leave the cockpit. Alex forgot to leave the controls on auto-pilot, and the plane fell toward the ground. Before Alex could get back to the cabin, they crashed into a sand dune in the middle of the Sahara.

After what felt like a couple centuries, the seven brothers started arguing again. "Alex, this is your fault! It certainly isn’t mine," Earl said.

"MY fault? Who was arguing when the plane went out of control?" he rebutted.

Barney, who was probably the most level-headed of the bunch, motioned for his brothers to shush. "Look, we can spend the rest of eternity arguing over whose fault the crash was. The important thing is, Daniel’s plane is a wreck, and we’re stranded in the Sahara. We need to find some help, fast, if we’re ever gonna return to society." Or eat another feast, Barney thought to himself.

The others agreed Barney was right, and they left the wreckage, even if that cheapskate Daniel was concerned about salvaging his beloved plane. The brothers were astounded they could survive a crash like that with no apparent damage, though Earl said something about how he knew he’d never die under such lowly circumstances. After wandering the desert for a few hours, they found a small oasis. Near the lake, they found a tent. Inside the tent they found only a single lamp, like the one Aladdin’s genie came out of.

"Wow, a genuine genie’s lamp," Chris said. "Now I’ll never have to be envious of anyone else."

"And I can have all the money in the world!" Daniel added.

"Hold on," Barney replied. "Before we can use it, we have to rub it." Barney rubbed the lamp, and gray smoke swirled out. A large, muscular man came out. He was ten feet tall, and he had a long, pointed mustache. His black hair looked tidy under his fez. He was obviously well-endowed, even though he wore baggy white pants.

"I am Hassan Ali, the jinn of change. I will grant any mortal one wish, to change his life in any manner of his choosing. Each of you shall get one wish," the mysterious being said. "And so you don’t fight amongst yourselves, I shall grant your wishes in order of age. The oldest brother’s wish will be granted first, and the youngest will go last."

Since Alex was oldest, he got the first wish. "I wish I no longer had anything to get upset at."

"Your wish shall be granted." The jinn snapped his fingers, and Alex found himself in a bedroom. No sign of any of his brothers. And as he looked down at his body, Alex discovered there was no sign of Alex, either. He was now a woman. And, judging by his body, a very feminine-looking woman. Alex noticed she was wearing black leather all over her body, although her pleasure centers were freely exposed to the world. Well, there was one respect in which she was still a man; a sizable penis stuck out between her legs. She had a whip in her hand, and wore knee-high boots with five-inch heels. As Alex wondered what was going on, she saw a few women entering the room, clad in corsets, chains, and other forms of bondage.

"Mistress Alexis," they told the confused woman in leather, "we have been naughty, and deserve punishment. We shall do whatever you say; you will never have a reason to get angry at us." Alexis just smiled. She was going to enjoy this. 

Back in the tent, the brothers wondered what had happened to Alex. "Don’t worry about him," the jinn replied. "He is enjoying his wish. All of you shall leave this tent after your wishes are granted, and the old Frie brothers shall be wiped off the face of the earth, as if they never existed. It is Barney’s turn now. Barney, what do you wish?"

"I wish I had all the food I could ever eat," he replied. The jinn snapped his fingers, and Barney found himself in a brothel. One look down at his body, and Barney discovered he was a rather well-built woman, more than two hundred pounds lighter than he’d been before. As she looked around, she found a sign near her door labeled :"Barbie’s Lair". She was clearly a prostitute, and she wondered what was next for her. Just then, a middle-aged woman wearing a fancy dress entered the room.

"Barbie, we have some customers who want blow-jobs. Just give them what they want, and don’t worry about the payment. I’ll collect when they leave. Remember, don’t leave until you’re done." The manageress left Barbie alone in her room, naked. Just then, she saw a man enter her room. Even though Barney didn’t care much for sex, Barbie discovered she was an expert at giving blow-jobs. She sucked the john to orgasm, and tasted... CHOCOLATE! This guy had chocolate sperm! When he left, another man entered the room. After Barbie got him to release, her buds were rewarded with the taste of blueberries. She could hardly wait for the next guy, wondering what course would be next. 

Chris had his turn. "I wish I had everything everyone else has." Instantly he was transported to a mansion on a warm plantation. His plantation, Chris reminded himself. Then he looked down, and Chris wondered if "her plantation" would be more appropriate. Then he looked as his crotch, and Chris suddenly wasn’t sure if he was a he or a she. Chris had a penis, two testicles, a vaginal opening, and a clitoris, along with two breasts. Even though his bodily proportions were definitely female, Chris clearly looked like a hermaphrodite. Well, he sure had everything everyone else had on his body! Even though all of the parts were pretty tiny. And this plantation suggested he was even wealthier than Daniel. Heck with Daniel, he was wealthier than Donald Trump! According to his driver’s license, his name was... still Chris! Why not a doubly-gendered name for a doubly-gendered person? Then he watched a large crowd enter his plantation. Several people paraded through the mansion, all naked. He found the men all had larger penises and testes, plus more muscles than himself. The women’s breasts, nipples, vaginal openings, hips, butts, and clitorises were all larger than his own. Despite his newfound wealth and body, Chris found himself wishing his body were as large as the others in the best parts. Suddenly, Chris watched his body alter to fit his desires. He was now bigger and stronger than all the men, and his feminine proportions and parts were more then any of the ladies. Chris was glad he’d made this wish. 

Daniel wished he could make big money easily. Instantly, he found himself walking along a street in a large city somewhere, wearing an evening gown and matching pumps and carrying a purse. He was shocked to discover huge breasts on his chest, and ran into a nearby bathroom and stripped. Daniel was now a very sexy woman. She put her clothes back on, and returned to the city streets. After wandering aimlessly for about half an hour, she found a man wearing very loud and tacky clothing. "Danielle!" he called out, "where’s my favorite bitch gone?"

Danielle could only stand in shock, her pert and thick lips wide open. "Don’t worry, dear," her pimp told her, "I’m gonna take care of you. You’re the best gal I got, and I don’t wanna lose you. You’re gonna help me make lots of money, and all you gotta do is offer yourself to me for a few tricks."

After walking into a seedy apartment building, the two made their way to a studio apartment on the second floor. Danielle discovered this was her home, and her workplace. A john entered the place, and Danielle discovered she was a natural at this, able to use every trick in the book. After an enjoyable job, Danielle took his money and left. This was the easiest hundred dollars she’d ever made, and soon she’d have all the money she could imagine. 

Earl wished he had the best-looking, most attractive body in the world. Even though he felt he already had it, a little insurance couldn’t hurt. Earl found himself on a college football cheerleading squad, as a girl of course. The body definitely met Earl’s specifications. A name tag on her enormous left breast said "Erma." That was her name now. She was cheering for the team during the big game, which they won. After the star quarterback got the Gatorade® concession, he walked up to Erma and said, "Thanks a lot. Without your encouragement, we never would have been able to win the game. Come to my place, and we can celebrate the victory together." Erma grinned widely as she left the field, knowing exactly what that horny teen had on his mind. 

Frank wished he never had to get out of his bed. The jinn snickered as he snapped his fingers. Frank was now laying in a bed, his favorite place in the world. The lush layout and spacious room suggested Frank was now in a very large mansion. But something didn’t feel right. The bed was a big one, with pink sheets and posts at the corners. Then he discovered, he wasn’t himself anymore. He was a perfectly attractive woman. She reached for the phone on her night stand, and instinctively dialed a number. A gentleman with a proper upper-class British accent replied, "Hello, madam Francine. What would you like?"

"I would like to have some food. I’m hungry," Francine replied in her new, feminine soprano.

"Very well, then. I’ll have the servants deliver your meal right to your bed. Good day, madam." Francine hung up the phone, thinking about how great living in her bed would be. She even had a big-screen TV set at the foot of her bed complete with a remote next to the phone, so that she’d never have to get up for TV. This was going to be fun. 

At last, Gerry got his turn. He was the youngest brother, so he was the only one left. He wished for hundreds of women to have sex with him non-stop. Instantly he was transported to a rather large bedroom. As Gerry got out of bed, her discovered he was a woman, or rather a woman with male and female organs. Gerry found her purse, and discovered her name was now Geraldine. Suddenly as many women as could fit in the room - Geraldine guessed a thousand - entered and came towards her. She was going to penetrate all of them, and have lesbian sex galore. Geraldine grinned from ear to ear at the prospect. 

The jinn smiled. All of the brothers were feminine in appearance, even if some had male organs. Each was now about five foot four, weighed about 130 pounds, and appeared to be about 20 years old. Their breasts were all J-cups, except for Chris. All their wishes had been granted, although in their haste, they’d forgotten to think things through. The jinn decided to have a little fun with that, and take liberties with their wishes in ways they’d never enjoy. He could hardly wait for the seven to discover the nasty surprises he’d given them. 

Mistress Alexis started whipping and beating her sex slaves. But something strange happened: When she flogged one with her whip, she felt a burning sensation on her body. Whenever she pulled on a slave’s chain, her neck felt like it had just been tugged. And her ass cheeks flared whenever she spanked one of her servants. After a while, she asked her slaves why she was feeling such pain.

A young black lass with curly hair and a body almost as curvaceous as her mistresses’ replied, "Don’t you know? You’re a masochist. Every time you hit one of your loyal servants, you feel the pain. It’s what you’ve always dreamed of."

"No it isn’t," Alexis replied. "I’ve never been a masochist."

"Well, you are now. And don’t even think about leaving the room."

Alexis looked around in horror. The doors had mysteriously disappeared. And so had the windows. There was no escape! And the slaves still demanded punishment, which Alexis wasn’t so willing to give anymore. She was so terrified, she screamed as loudly as her little lungs would allow her. 

Barbie continued to blow all her clients. As she expected, every guy’s sperm tasted like a different one of Barney’s old favorite foods. But after the fifth guy, whose sperm was flavored like turkey, she started to feel hungry. As she went up to the bedroom door to escape, she found herself locked on the inside. Even so, guys seemed to enter the room from nowhere and leave into nowhere. After she’d blown enough guys to fill a twenty-course dinner, she couldn’t stand it anymore. "I’m hungry. Can I eat now?"

The next man in line replied, "Sorry Barbie. We’re the only food you’re getting around here. And every time you swallow our sperm, you get even hungrier. But don’t worry about us. There’s enough of us to last a very long time."

Barbie screamed in terror. 

Chris continued to enjoy the people parading into his mansion, watching his body parts continue to inflate as more people shuffled past. Each wave was more generously endowed than the last, and his body continued to inflate to match theirs. After awhile, though, his front-heavy figure forced him to the ground. What had he become? He was so oversized, he couldn’t even stand up. He asked a lady with breasts bigger than her torso, "What’s going on here?"

"It’s your desire. You want everything everyone else has. Since we have these gigantic body parts, you have to as well. And don’t think this parade of ever-more endowed people is going to end anytime soon. You’ll just swell bigger and better! Don’t that sound wonderful?"

It didn’t to Chris. Since the people were entering through the only entrance in the mansion, and leaving by the only exit, he was trapped, even if he’d been able to move. Chris screamed in terror. 

Danielle continued to work her beat. By the end of the night, she’d serviced twelve guys and made one thousand two hundred dollars. Soon, she figured, I’ll be the richest woman in the world!

When her pimp walked in, he said, "You know, dearest, that you don’t work for free. It’s time to give me my cut."

"Fine. How much do I owe you?"

"How many guys did you screw?"

"Twelve."

"Then you owe me twenty-four hundred dollars."

"But I only got twelve hundred for my work! How will I ever repay you?"

"Simple. Just work off your debt. Of course, my cut is two hundred dollars per client, so every time you work, you lose one hundred dollars."

"But that’s not fair!"

"Who said life was fair, sweetie? It’s especially unfair for the hoes like you. Now you’d better continue working. Cause if you don’t, I’m gonna settle our debts by fucking you. And I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it. I’m rough. Last time one of my sluts stood me up, her body gave out before she was even halfway done. You already owe me ten thousand dollars, so you’ll have to take 112 encounters from me to make it. I can do it, too; I’ve got the strongest gonads on the planet! And don’t think about escape. As your landlord, I have the only key to your front door, which is locked from the outside. And those windows you got? Shatterproof glass, with no sashes. You’re stuck here, sweetie. Stuck until I get paid every last cent."

As the full effect of those words sunk into her head, Danielle screamed in terror. 

Erma got to the quarterback’s place. She was prepared to give him the screwing of a lifetime. They walked upstairs into his room. The QB took off all his clothes, and Erma just stared at his manly member. It was the biggest, thickest one she’d ever seen. It was so big, in fact, that she didn’t think she’d even be able to fit her mouth around the unusually wide urethra. It was inhumanly huge.

Then Erma took of her clothes, and discovered to her shock that her crotch was totally smooth. She couldn’t have sex with this guy, because she didn’t have anything to take him in. And as she stared at her hands, suddenly her fingers melded together. She couldn’t separate or bend them, as her hands now looked like two fleshy pieces of wood. Her asshole suddenly snapped shut and disappeared on her body. Even her breasts shrank into nothingness. Her great, vainglorious body was now acting up on her. She couldn’t have sex with this guy. Intercourse, butt-fucking, tittie-fucking, blow-job, hand-job. All of it was now physically impossible. Just before her lips fused shut and disappeared off her face forever, Erma screamed in terror. 

Francine was enjoying the courtesy of her servants. She had everything given to her on a silver platter. After nine hours of being pampered, she decided to turn in. But then her butler told her otherwise.

"Madam, you cannot go to sleep until you finish making that adult video. They’re going to start filming it now, you know."

"What adult film?" Francine asked.

"‘The World’s Most Energetic Lover.’ They want to test your endurance. You can fall asleep as soon as you’re exhausted."

"Well, I’m exhausted now. I’m ready for forty winks."

"Not yet, madam. Gentlemen, right this way."

As soon as her butler spoke, Francine watched several men enter the room. One man had a video camera. Another was acting like the director. The others just looked like typical porno-film studs. Francine had already been naked all day, so she just lay back as the filming started and the men started screwing her silly. But every time she came, she felt mysteriously stronger. And the guys seemed to get more energetic, too. After ten men had their way with Francine, she told the crew, "I’ve had enough. I’m going to sleep." Her own body betrayed her, however. She felt like she’d just drank two gallons of coffee. There was no way her body would allow her to sleep!

"Don’t worry, miss," the director told her. "We’ve pumped these guys full of a special potion to keep them going. Every time they orgasm, they feel stronger. And now that you’ve screwed them, so will you. And don’t worry about the film running out; I’ve got ten thousand tapes waiting in the truck, and I own a VCR company, so I can get more quickly and cheaply if I need to."

Francine couldn’t believe this. She rushed out of her bed. But as soon as she reached the posts of her bed, she was knocked backwards onto the pillow. It was as if she were magically blocked from leaving her own bed. Then she remembered her own wish, to never have to leave her bed. She was trapped by her own words! Francine screamed in terror. 

Geraldine felt like she was in heaven, having all this sex with women. Both as a man, and as a woman! She could almost kiss her full set of male and female sexual organs. But she was determined to enjoy the experience. The first time she hit an orgasm, she was prepared for release. But instead of ejaculating, her penis didn’t release or soften. It just got harder. And whenever her pussy seemed primed for release, nothing happened. After a half-hour, she was certain something was wrong. Nothing was coming out. Worse, she felt her sex drive continue to increase the whole time. If she couldn’t get a release, she’d never be able to enjoy the experience. She asked a pert lady with long blonde hair and round, F-cup breasts what was going on.

"Don’t you get it, lover? You can have all the sex you want, but you never release your tension. It just builds further and further. I bet you’re almost dying to relieve yourself? Well, it’ll never happen."

Geraldine felt the whole thing was nonsense, but after continuing her orgy for fifteen more minutes, she felt like she was gonna pop. Still no release, even though she’d experienced the "feeling" of two male orgasms and five female orgasms. And she’s never be able to release. Geraldine screamed in terror. 

In the deep recesses of the earth, the jinn was talking to a red gentleman with a pointed goatee and a pointed pencil mustache. He had glowing red eyes, horns coming out of his head, a spiked three-foot tail just above his butthole, sharp red clawed fingernails, hooves for feet, an erection unimaginably long and thick, and was holding a trident in his right hand. "So, ‘Bub," the jinn told him, "that’s the last scream of terror, and all in just about ten hours, as promised."

"You do good work, Hassan. I ought to promote you for this. I really love the way you work," ‘Bub replied.

"Of course. We’ve had the Frie brothers coming our way for years, and now they’re ours! And when those ladies open their eyes, they’ll notice they have your red skin, eyes, horns, tail, claws, and hooves. Except for Erma, who doesn’t have room for claws anymore. I wonder how long it’ll be until they realize they didn’t survive that crash, after all?"

"No matter, Hassan. Anyhow, I’m glad I brought you aboard. I love the way you turn everyone’s wishes against them, so that they determine their own eternal ironic damnation. And the way you turned them all into sex-crazed women or some such? Beautiful! Keep up the good work, and I’ll make you an arch-devil in another couple centuries."

 

THE END?

 

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