Babalon’s Curse 3&4

“Steven, hey babe,” Janie answered her phone.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had an STD‽”

“Because I don’t.”

“Uh-huh, so my dicks bleeding for nothing?”

“You’re the one that gets around, master key of the locks.”

“No, nobody else I’ve been with has anything.”

“And I don’t either, so don’t blame me. It might not even be that, it could be just a UTI, anybody can get those.”

“Yeah and you can get those from people too!”

“I didn’t give you anything. I don’t have an STD, and if I had a UTI, then I’d be pissing fire blood, too.”

“How do I know you’re not?”

“Just listen, then.”

He heard the distinct sound of her peeing in a toilet, then a flush.

“Hear that; comfortable, regular, pain free pee.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You were with me last night, don’t you think you’d notice something?”

“I barely remember last night.”

“Oh, damn shame. Would you like a redo? I enjoyed it.”

“You’re asking me that after I got this STD from you? No. Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t fuck bitches with diseases. Plus I know you did, I got good dick.”

“Mmm… not really, but it’s been a while for me. It was better than nothing.”

“You shouldn’t be talking, you’re not much to look at!”

“Did I strike a nerve?” She chuckled. “You wanted me after all, and for a long time.”

“And I got you, didn’t I!”

“Because I allowed it to happen. Men like you think you have it all down packed, but a woman has to be welcoming to you, much like a woman wouldn’t have their way with you, unless you allowed it. So yes, I let you have me. Hope it was worth it.”

“I’ll let you know if I can remember, which already might be your answer.”

“Well if you can figure it out, let me know. I’m not in a hurry. Besides… it’s getting late and I know you probably have some whoring to do. Good night.” She hung up.

—

“That bitch, I shoulda known! I swear I—”

It had gotten late, late enough to set the sun and rise the moon. The light outside from it grown bright on him, he choked as the pain intensified. Steven fell to the floor and dropped his phone, clutched his stomach.

“Fuck! What the fuck,” he cried out.

His chest hurt and made it hard to breath, he struggles to go after the Pamperin bottle on the coffee table, hand shook as he grabbed it and fought with the top, breath heavy and haggard. He spilled the pills, cursing, his vocal chords hurt and felt tighter, bones felt like they were being beaten and smashed, head itchy as hair grew longer. He fell on his chest and received great pain concentrated on his nipples, yelled with a lighter voice, noticed the pain spread oddly, it grew while everywhere else felt like it was tightening under pressure, making it painful to move, his breast expanded under him. He went to get up to relieve the pressure, yet as their heft pulled down, there was no relief, it was compounded by his lighter, weaker body, nearly throwing him off balance as he stood, stumbled.

“My, you’re right, Babs… this is entertaining!”

“This is glorious, Janie. I was so curious to how this would turn out.”

They watch unseen from his living room, sat upon Trihexia

“Thank you Babalon, may I ask who are your friends?”

“I’m the Goddess Hecate.”

“Goddess Lilith.”

“I didn’t know you were a Goddess. Everything speaks of you as a demon.”

“If I’m not a Goddess, I may as well be. I’m much more than a demon, I promise you.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“No, you didn’t. I assume most people don’t know about me since I’m not a true Goddess.”

“Oh look,” one of Hecate’s heads spoke.

They saw him struggling with his pants as they had started to fall off, yet caught by his expanding hips and butt, adding pressure to the pain, he crashed into a wall, fighting the zipper and button.

“Now I’m rather jealous.” Janie scowled.

“The women in his line must’ve been well endowed. Never concern yourself of others and be proud of oneself,” Hecate said.

He whined and yelled in the voice of a woman, as his penis seemed to pull into itself, yanked those pants off, with boxers left on, grabbed and tugged to stop it, cried when the balls squeezed inside, reconstituting to female innards. They watched him struggle to stand, staggered about, eyesight blurry and breath heavy, shambled towards the door in boxers, socks, and t-shirt.

“The real show begins,” Babalon growled.

“Let’s see what Stephanie gets into,” Janie said.

—

Stephanie drifted outside, her head searched and scanned while she touched herself and moaned loudly. She wandered towards a direction and they followed in the sky, she aimed towards town, found herself near three homeless men and walked up to them.

“Damn, you look out if it, lady.”

She was in a daze, incredibly horny.

“She looks good, though, kinda slutty, bet she could use some dick,” another said.

She walked up to him eagerly.

“That what you want?”

She reached in her boxers, rubbed herself and moaned. “I… need it, please.”

“Ah dunno about this,” the third stated.

“Ah… all of… you.”

“Ya hear that‽ All of us! Run a train on this chick,” the second said.

“Anything,” she begged.

“Such a slutty zombie.” Janie laughed.

“So we can fuck your ass, right?”

“Any… thing.”

“Fine. Suck this dick,” the first ordered.

Stephanie quickly dropped to her knees and went for his pants, the whole time Steven felt like he’s in a dreamscape watching it all happen, watching what should be his hands, shaking, unzip this smelly homeless mans khakis, terrified at what’s to happen. He can taste the tongue licking and sucking, the musk filling his nose, his body on autopilot.

“I hope you’re taking notes, Babs.” Lilith watched.

Steven felt so disconnected to his body, only the senses and sensations shared, aware of the extreme horniness, then concretes pain on his knees.

“Should we… have condoms,” the third asked.

Steven wanted to scream “yes” so bad, while his head shook “no”.

“She said ‘no’, fellas!”

“Got no diseases!”

“She shook her again.

“Good. Suck me real quick, so I can fuck that ass of yours.”

Stephanie switched her mouth to his and stroked the other, he watched himself happily and hungrily switch back and fourth. Once the other was ready and went to pull down her boxers, she instinctively stood up.

“Damn she got a big ass!” He smacked it.

He forced himself inside her tight waiting hole, all the way to the hilt. Steven screamed, yet the only thing coming from her mouth was a squeal that turned into a deep moan of pleasure. He was not gentle with her, delivered his cock with vigor. The one who’s cock she was sucking, pulled out and directed her to their waiting friend, she willingly sucked.

“Damn this ass is tight!”

He pounded her hard as he could, she wailed, trying to suck that cock. He gripped her hips hard, gave a few heavy shoves that caused her to choke on it, and came in her. Steven yelled when he yanked it out, and the one he was sucking, moved behind her.

“No, no, no, no, no! Please,” he begged.

The man pushed in her virgin vagina, Steven felt like he was being ripped open a second time, yelled internally and mewled around a cock to everybody else, when the pain was replaced with pleasure that was hard to ignore, especially when she started to climax, he felt something he never felt before, how it built up and surged over what little consciousness he had.

“Looks like she loves it,” Lilith grinned.

“Oh yeah, I think little Stephanie is going to be a perfect little cock hungry slut,” Janie cheered.

“I agree, or go mad… who’s to say,” Babalon added.

“Who’s to care,” Janie retorted.

“We like her,” Hecate said.

“She’s mine[i/], ladies.”

The one who made good use of her mouth was ready to release himself in her mouth, grunted and pumped in her mouth and down her throat, jarred him with the tangy taste.

“All yours, Jimmy!”

He pushed her to lean over the table they were at, with her mouth free, she wailed until one covered her mouth. He thought Jimmy was taking a running start with each stroke, the way he was slamming inside her.

“I’m about to bust hard.”

Two more violent thrust and he held deep, unloading inside. She was out of breath, tried to stand and collapses to be caught by two of them and sat down.

“You might wanna relax a bit,” one said.

“Lemme get your underwear back on,” another said, grabbed her boxers. “So was all that what you wanted?”

“No! None of that,” he yelled, but she said, “yeah, thank you.”

“We missed out on the tits,” one complained.

She lifted her shirt to show her big tits.

“Damn I wanna cum on those.” The one who gave her anal handled them.

She shook her head. “Holes… only.”

“That was great,” Babalon said.

“She’s on the move.”

Stephanie once again shambled off in search to be used again.

“So… horny… so… horny… fuck me, please… anybody.”

His consciousness fades in and out as Stephanie wanders.

“I’m still sensing a faint male energy,” Hecate explained.

“Odd. But with such a taste, her lust should consume her entirely. I imagine he held on best he could. She’s going to be a feral whore now or soon enough, until she gets her fill. If he’s still in there, it makes it all the better! Imagine the inner turmoil!” Babalon laughed.

“Uh-oh,” Janie gasped.

“The poor girl has ran into… a guardsman. Right,” Hecate asked.

“Constable,” Lilith corrected.

“Police officer,” Janie corrected. “She could get arrested.”

“The way you humans separate female and male criminals; I would love to be in that cell when she turned back,” Babalon laughed.

The others agreed.

“Excuse me, but are you okay,” The cop asked her.

“N-no… I’m not.”

“What can I help you with?”

“To take me.”

“Help me,” his voice faintly yelled.

“Take you where?”

“Just… take me.”

“Where, though?”

She firmly squeezed a breast and her crotch. “[I]Take me… please,” she begged.

He looked around. “Are you a prostitute, or on drugs?”

She shook her head. “Please. Do you want?” She lifted her shirt.

He quickly stopped her, feeling how soft her breast were.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Touch and take me.”

He ushered her out of view and sat her on the hood of his car, saw the anticipation and desire on her face, when he reached for her chest again. She lifted her shirt and displayed her large, heavy breast, nipples so erect, they looked in pain. His hands pressed deep, she sucked air.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“You like that?”

“There’s nothing I don’t… except wasted cum.”

He continued massaging her breast, she ground her hips on the hood, mouth agape. She bit her lower lip and gave a weak smile when he tugged on her nipples, the more he tugged, the more she moaned. She looked at his erect cock and started drooling.

“You want this dick?”

She nodded, not taking her eyes away. He let go long enough to free himself.

“Can I be rough?”

“Yes.”

He pulled her by her nipples until her mouth was inches away.

“Nice fucking tits.”

“Thank you,” she said before her mouth was filled.

He tugged and firmly squeezed her breast while she sucked and moaned hungrily.