At long last, here is a new story for you all. Although it starts off pretty tame here, there are plenty of strange transformations to come in later chapters. Do stick around.
Sometimes all it takes is an image to generate the idea for a whole story. This story was inspired by the art of Kenny-TykeTales and dcrisisbeta. (If you would rather read an purely AR version of this story with a less dark ending go to this link.)
The coin looked old and was a tarnished brass color like a token from an old arcade. Joey pulled it out of the box of his grandpa’s old things and turned it around between his fingers curiously. At four years old, he was still too young to read the words on it, but he could read the number.
Tuesday, July 3rd, Morning
Monday, July 2nd, Morning
Cheerleading practice was coming to an end. The girls were exhausted and sweaty, but they had done some good work. The tournament was only a week away, but they knew they would be ready. Still, Crissie, the head cheerleader, had some words for them.
Bran, Jake and Andy were waiting excitedly in Jake’s Apartment for the door to ring.
“I can’t believe this is happening!” said Bran in a nervous yet excited tone.
“I know, Isn’t it exciting?” asked Jake.
The door knocked and Andy got up to answer it. An older cougar woman was their waiting for him.
She was the hottest Cougar the three 18 year olds had ever seen. Large breast, dark brown eyes and hair. Some age lines but not much. And she was quiet thick and taller then all three of them.
“Are you my clients?” she asked in a sweet sexy voice.
Mary opened the door, and Candice was surprised to see an ordinary couple of adult humans walk into the room. The woman was slightly overweight, and the man was balding. Otherwise, there seemed to be nothing particularly notable about either of them. They were dressed as if they were on vacation and seemed slightly apprehensive about entering the room.
Candice woke up. Her eyes blinked open, and she looked around. She could tell she was seated on a chair with armrests in a room, although the curtains had been pulled, leaving her in near darkness. She appeared to be in a small motel room. When she tried to stand up, she realized that her arms and ankles were tied down to the chair. She struggled, but she could not get herself loose.
Continued from Chapter 6.
As we ate breakfast, I started slipping into denial of the whole situation. It wasn’t too hard to mentally pretend that this was just an ordinary Sunday breakfast. The pancakes were as delicious as ever, and hearing Morgan’s voice was familiar as well. The problem was that I was hearing her voice from two places at once. It would have been three places if I had dared to open my mouth to do anything except cram food into it.
Continued from Chapter 5.
“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan”