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Now out of bed, out of his room, and into the bulk of the apartment, the light of day shone on this motley crew and their bizarre situation. Mia had assembled toast out of the meagre scraps of food Mike had around the apartment. They were bronzed and crunchy, though one or two had received the burn treatment from the ancient toaster. Carmen elected to take these on, out of ‘a duty to her new family’ as she put it, though that seemed to involve moving them around the plate while staring hungrily at everyone else.

They were all still nude. This shouldn’t have been a surprise to Mike, but the new lighting… He’d only seen them under artificial light. Warm, a bit dim. The cool blue of the morning sun, streaming in through the window, was new. A first. The way it highlighted little things. Drops of fluid that would otherwise be ignored, stray hairs, crumbs… evidence of life. Movement. Things that made these porcelain dolls he’d surrounded himself with more real than the fantasies that preceded their arrival.

He was going to have a lot of firsts. First meal cooked by one of the slaves. First wakeup blowjob. First time filling Carmen’s belly. Second day.

The phone buzzed from the bedroom, and Mike stood up to grab it.

“Shit,” he muttered, appearing back in view for the girls, all still seated on the floor, “Yuki’s been texting all night. Did you guys hear it?”

An ensemble of shaking heads.

“What, she telling you about how much she flogged your car for?” Carmen said, leaning back against a cabinet so they could all watch her belly wobble.

“No, it’s… updates. Pretty basic ones. They arrived, got into the ER, got asked a bunch of questions, then Afi got admitted…” he continued to scroll, “they kept her overnight-”

“No duh,” Carmen said, rolling her eyes.

“I-is… is that bad?”

“Not necessarily? None of you have a medical background right?”

More shaking heads.

“Well it was like thirty kilos of cum. Probably more, idk. I can’t imagine any doctor having seen that before without the patient exploding or being dead on arrival,” Mike scratched the back of his head, “they probably kept her to see if she was gonna be ok.”

“I can only imagine how she took that,” Carmen said, before putting on a squeaky impersonation, “If I am able to walk, I should return to my master. All this cum has been relieved and I must now go acquire more. Arf arf, woof woof.”

“Charming,” Mike said, taking his turn to roll his eyes. He set the phone down and began fixing himself a drink, “are you calling her a bitch?”

Carmen put a hand on his leg, “She’s your bitch Papi. I’d say it to her face. Hell, I can just imagine that emotionless thumbs-up. It’s clear Papi, clear in my mind. Like a vision!”

She’d gone all shaky, feigning the voice of a wise woman having a conniption. Mike jerked his leg away, laughing and spluttering water into his cup. Lilly was tittering too, trying to hide it in her hand.

“Hee hee hee, she- she r-r-really is like th-that huh? Sh-she’s so s-s-stiff!”

“Oh I don’t know, she felt awful soft last night,” Mike replied, sinking his smug smile into his cup.

This earned him a bright blush from Lilly, and some cackling, slapping the back of his calves, and eyyyyyyy’s from Carmen. But as he turned around to keep his wittiness streak rolling, he caught sight of the only person not joining the laughter.

Mia looked like she was a statue. Her face was a stone, her long nose pointing forty five degrees towards the ground. Her eyes looked at nothing and no-one in particular, yet her gaze was still fierce. Her shoulders were neither squared nor slumped, but held a tension that implied they’d been fighting between those positions for hours. Her meal had a single bite in it, and that bite had still yet to be swallowed. Just chewing, chewing, chewing. Circling behind her teeth.

The others followed his eyes, and the laughter dimmed. He took a seat beside her. Reached a hand out. She didn’t fight it, nor try to pull away. His hand just rested on her enormous thigh, the freckles seeming to mold around his fingers. Welcoming him, even as her expression refused to shift.

“Are you ok?”

She didn’t look at him. Opened her mouth as if to speak. Felt the air run over the chewed up food she still hadn’t swallowed, and slammed her mouth shut with a click. The sudden shame of that jolted through her body like backblast from a rocket launcher. She didn’t pull away, or leap to her feet, but he saw the way her features bulged and warped as the many emotions of disgust, fear, anger, and misery danced across her heart.

“Swallow. Then tell me.”

This earned him a look. A long one. Her mouth and eyebrows and ears and nose stopped moving. Settled. He leaned towards her, putting a hand on her cheek. Nodded. Gave a small smile, without teeth. She shut her eyes and swallowed.

“No.”

“Is there something I can do to make you feel better?”

“…”

“Look, I figure we should go shopping today, and I thought-”

“Do it again.”

“What?”

He was waiting for her answer, but he only realised he was doing that when it’d already been too long. He kept eye contact with her, trying to keep her focus. Worried that if he looked away, she’d decide to recede again. She’s a grown woman. Not a child. Why are we treating her like that, you can look away. You can. Check if the others know what she’s saying, that’ll be-

“I want to know what it said.”

“The clap? It said-”

“Please, Mike,” she said, reaching her hands to the back of his, as if preparing to force them together, “just… do it. Word for word.”

Mike wasn’t looking at her eyes. Her forehead. Nose. A bit of chin. An ear. A few out of place hairs that were longer than the rest of her bangs. He sighed. Dropped his gaze. The floor, his legs, his hands.

He clapped. Like a chimp claps, or a doll. All swing, no precision. His palms clashed off each other and kept going. It went with an exhale. Like the act was exhausting. He didn’t look up immediately, as if it would slap him for looking.

But when he did…

Theme: _____

“It’s back…”

“Th-the magic? A-a-already?”

Mia whipped around to Lilly, her tears flinging out as her mouth morphed into rage, “You knew?”

“N-no! I- I promise, I just- I thought-”

Lilly’s words died in her throat as Mia launched to her feet, fists balled and face as red as her hair. She opened her mouth, but Carmen beat her to it.

“Fireball, siddown!” she called, trying and failing to get to her feet, “Take a deep breath or bury your head in the sink, alright?”

The air around Mia looked like it was turning to static, but she hadn’t moved.

“Alright?” Carmen repeated, her voice pushing lower as she kept her eyes fixed on the girl.

There were five more beats, barely enough for an inhale, before Mia threw her head back. A sigh became a growl, before she stomped into the bathroom. Bent over, shoved her face into the tap. Mike got to his feet, coming in behind to slowly, gently, shut the door behind her. It clicked, and he let out a breath.

“M’sorry…”

Lilly was curled up into her hands, her own tears stinging at her grey eyes and sliding down her sharp cheeks. Mike sat down beside her, reaching a hand out to rub her shoulder. She leaned into him, the tears coming faster.

“I mean, not your fault, but what did you mean by all that?” Carmen said, shifting herself closer to the other two so she could also pat Lilly’s arm, “did you like, stop it somehow?”

“No! N-n-no, nothing l-like that,” Lilly said, clutching his arm, “I j-just- it’s so- God I’m s-s-so selfish!”

“It’s ok, you’re ok,” Mike said, running his hands through her hair yet again. Even in this moment, his dick couldn’t shake the memory of when he’d last done this, feeling her breath on his chest. He took some deep inhales of his own, rubbing her shoulder a little tighter, “just tell us where your head’s at.”

“I-I-I… I ju-just wanted to, to e-enjoy it,” she sniffled, “A-Afi g-got to go and b-be- she was- E-everyone m-must’ve been looking- I just, Oh God, I-I-I was so ex-excited to go get- t-to have to d-d-do all the cl-clothes shopping l-like th-th-this.”

Carmen leaned in close, planting a kiss on an already sopping cheek, “you’re such a kinky slut.”

“I can still send you out to get em,” Mike said, a smile broadening on his face.

“Y-y-you’re not… just g-g-going to m-magic up some- make us wear c-c-clothes?” she asked, twisting to look up at him.

“I don’t think I even can,” Mike replied, shifting his hand from her hair to her cheek, “it didn’t work on the money, so I doubt I could do clothes. And if you’re this into it, I’m not gonna try.”

“W-w-well… What are y-you gonna do?”

“Don’t suppose I could get what I want?”

They all turned, finding Mia standing in the doorway. Her hair was drenched, hanging down on her shoulders in long, floppy strings. Her face wasn’t much better. Her eyes were clouded and red, tinting the green of her eyes. She was leaning against the door, enormous hip cocked awkwardly. She didn’t readjust, but they could tell she wanted to.

“Eventually,” Mike said, sighing and shutting his eyes, waiting for the screaming that didn’t come.

She sat on Mike’s other side, keeping them all in her vision.

“Then what?”

“You’re not mad?”

“I just- I’m so sick of being… fucking angry,” She said, rubbing her knees with her palms. Back and forth, “I don’t… I’m sorry. I’m being unprofessional. What’s the plan?”

“Well-” Mike began, before biting it back. He wasn’t willing to push it, “look, there’s a million logistics problems, so I think it’d be wise to focus there.”

“Oh Papi, you read my mind,” Carmen said, cracking her knuckles, “let’s brainwash that bitch, make sure Afi’s safe.”

“Not even a little bit gonna happen,” Mike said, earning himself a roll of the eyes, “no, I had something else in mind.”

Theme: Information. Target: Lilly. Counter change: Afi

Lilly now has a meter on her body. This meter displays the total amount of magic we have to work with, and how far through that magic we are. Carmen and Mike can make it visible/invisible by touching Lilly’s body, and can even move it around the same way. It’ll start on her leg.

Or

She will now be compelled to speak the truth in the most depraved, sexual, and whorish way whenever she attempts to talk. She will do so clearly and with great volume, unable to stop once she starts. Every sentence lays bare her erotic desires as if they were discussions of the weather.

“Y’know what we should call her? Overkill,” Carmen said, her smile broadening as she made her choice.

Mike side-eyed Lilly. He found her red-faced. Breathing quick and slow. Eyes wide and fixated. He could tell, just from the angle of her head, that she’d barely read his option. She realised he was watching her, but her expression didn’t change. Though strangely, that helped him recognise the emotion: pleading.

“You can just do this,” he said, making his selection, “I don’t have to magic you into it.”

“yebutitdbebetterifihadto…” she muttered, more into her shoulder than to anyone within earshot.

“I tell ya, we’re all pro-brainwashing,” Carmen said, “gotta get over yourself and fuck up our heads like you’ve done to our bellies.”

The votes came down five to one in favour of the magic bar. They all watched as Lilly’s bare, enormous thigh began to shine with purple light. As it faded, what was in its place was a simple tube, not unlike that of a thermometer. Notches were over the top of the transparent, glass-like material, counting something none of them could yet decipher. Inside the tube was a purple liquid, gently shifting and bobbing. It was unaffected by gravity, as her leg was sideways, but sloshed about in time with her breathing. It was a little under half full, with the empty part just being a dark grey rather than the inside of her leg.

She pulled her leg up to her chest, but again, the liquid didn’t move like you’d expect. Instead a few bubbles travelled up the length of the tube, before bursting at the top in that open, empty part.

“How’s it feel?”

“J-j-just normal,” she replied, running a hand over it, “C-can’t even f-feel it.”

Mike reached a hand out as well, brushing fingers against the tube. Rather than the cool smoothness of glass, or the sensation of something sloshing, he felt skin. Warm, covered in goosebumps, and twitching slightly at his touch.

“What does this tell us?” Mia said, sitting back down.

In all the confusion of the change and Afi’s characteristically bizarre choice, Mia had vanished. He jumped a bit at her return, turning to see a pen and some paper in her hand. Propping them up on an enormous freckled thigh, she jotted a few things down. Then looked up at him. Waiting.

“Uh, not as much as I was hoping,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair, “I mean, I know where we’re at, but I couldn’t tell you why we’re halfway. This change seems pretty minor compared to what we were doing yesterday.”

“Doesn’t tell us why we’ve got more either,” Carmen mused. She had leaned over and was currently playing with it. Swiping a finger back, forward, back, forward. Watching the magic thermometer vanish and reappear.

“We could take a guess, right? I think we can figure it out without wasting more magic, ‘specially if we did it by accident,” Mike said.

“D-d-do we all have to s-separate?”

“What, like making those two fuck off to the hospital is what did it? I mean, maaaaaybe? Seems boring tho,” Carmen said, pinching Lilly’s thigh and getting a little squeal, “Oooh, y’know what, I reckon it was the blowjob.”

“But I got a blowjob from Afi right before it crapped out, that can’t be right.”

“My blowjobs are special, duh,” Carmen said. Mike shook his head, “hey, hey, fireball, write it down. He doesn’t believe in my awesome magic mouth.”

“You’ll have plenty more chances to test it, but I doubt that’s it.”

“What about sleeping?” Mia said, rolling the back of the pen over her lips, almost threatening to chew on it, “every single member of the harem slept before this most recent clap, and presumably slept before arrival here.”

“But if it is sleep, shouldn’t it be totally full?” Mike said.

“I’m gonna take a big swing here and say that Afi’s probably wasn’t ‘restful’,” Carmen said, throwing up air quotes.

“P-p-poor A-afi… S-she m-must’ve felt aw-awful if it b-b-brought the average d-down so m-much.”

“Yuki probably also didn’t get great sleep with all the noise you lot were making,” Mike said, earning a sheepish and not-so-sheepish smile, “plus, she didn’t take it at the same time as us. Maybe we all have to be sleeping together?”

“Oooooh, that’s probably it! We all had to be with you!” Carmen started kicking her feet, “Oh where’s that paper, I wanna hug it! Nightly magic orgies, ah! I heard of witches doing this all the time from my Abuelita, I was sooooo jealous!”

The phone on the table buzzed, a rallying cry for everyone else in the room.

“Ok! Things look good, Afi’s on the way back,” Mike said, “she got a clean bill of health.”

“Small miracles,” Carmen said from the couch, fighting between her desire to be comfortable and the new giga-belly, “So, am I next for an overnighter?”

“We could keep her like that,” Mia said, “I think she looks good when she can barely move.”

“Oi! Sister on sister violence!” Carmen replied, flailing her arms.

This upset the delicate balance, sending her, the remote, and all those liters of cum onto the floor. She landed belly first with a wet thwack, before rolling off onto one side with a groan.

“It would be a good punishment for this morning…” he said, stroking his beard.

“Which you enjoyed!” she called out, her head pointed away from them, unable to flip the gut to make eye contact.

“I dunno Carmen, it’s a pretty big consent issue,” Mike said, striding over and squatting down, “it’s very biblical. Real ‘tasting the forbidden fruit’ vibes.”

“I’ll taste it again Papi, I’ll only be getting bigger,” she did her best to infuse the pout into her voice, “you wouldn’t want your favourite slave to outgrow your house would you?”

“I could just wait until you digest it all…”

“Bu- Diges- Papi that could take days! I want your yummy cock sooner than that!” She began wiggling to try and move herself, sure that her puppy dog eyes would work if only he could see them, “at least pump a load into Lilly and let me lick it out! Please?”

“While I’m sure,” Mike said, glancing at a now scarlet Lilly, “that you’d both enjoy that, I think I’m going to actually solve this issue.”

Theme: Cum. Target: All of them. Counter change: Lilly

When cum is inside the body, it will be absorbed and destroyed. The more trouble the slave is having with movement, the faster the absorption process will be. This cum absorbing provides them with increased focus and energy, as well as reduced stress, for every litre absorbed.

Or

When we’re full of cum, master can make it disappear at any time, returning our bodies to normal. He can then take this stored cum and reinsert it into us at any time, or move it to someone else. He can choose the place on our bodies. This cum never stops being warm, gooey, and fresh. The only way to truly get rid of it is to let it slowly dribble out of your pussy or ass, where it will evaporate in an hour, leaving no trace, damage, smell, or marks. It dribbles faster if we’re nervous.

“Sorry Captain Papi, but she makes a better sales pitch!” Carmen said, wiggling her fingers in the vague direction that she thought Lilly would be.

Lilly, for her part, waved at Carmen’s back. The ending vote was 4-2 on the shifting loads, but there was no light show to herald the victory of slow-burn cum. Mike even waited, as if expecting a starting gun to go off.

“Oooh, I get it, you want me to work for it Papi?” she was all but purring, the cum rippling like waves at a tide pool, “well get your beautiful body over here, I’ll show you how I beg.”

Suitably startled out of his reverie, Mike clicked his fingers. In an instant, the enormous taut brown belly vanished, replaced in an instant by uniform abs. You could be forgiven for thinking he missed something, seeing as her hips were still just wide as her belly had been, but that might as well be a trick of the light. She slid upwards, pushing on her arms like a seal and twisting to look at him. Smiling and scrunching her eyes like a fox about to sneeze.

“Thaaaaaanks Papi!”

“Grown ass woman,” Mike said, walking the rest of the way and offering a hand to help her up.

She clasped it, bouncing to her feet and planting a wet kiss on his neck as she hit her apex. Even with the spring in her step, she couldn’t quite reach his face.

“Mmmmm, I’m your grown ass woman,” she said, running her finger along his collarbone, “and you’re stuuuuuck with me.”

She planted another kiss on his nipple, before pushing off him and flopping backwards onto the couch. His mind was roaring at him, to reach for those frizzy black locks and yank her forward. Unfortunately, his poor dick was groaning like an ancient door hinge, making him uncomfortably aware of every millilitre of blood that was slowly filling the appendage.

“You lot are going to kill me.”

“Y-y-you’d be a b-b-beautiful corpse,” Lilly said, then squeaked when Mike turned towards her, “S-sir.”

“Sir?”

They all turned to Mia, still holding the pen and paper. Still sitting on the floor.

“Do we have more to discuss?” she asked.

“Yeah, sorry, I suppose,” Mike replied, rubbing his eyes, “so we’re trying to figure out where the magic comes from. Sleeping pile theory makes the most sense to me, but it’s not like we can test that until later.”

“Well, the MFD theory is much easier to test,” Carmen purred, stroking her fingers along Mike’s hips, pulling his cock and attention back towards her.

“MF-?”

“Mouth Full of Dick,” Mia offered, waving the paper with that exact set of words in neat, bolded handwriting.

“Riiiiight,” Mike said, getting stopped midway through an eyeroll by a twitch from Carmen’s teasing ministrations. Even still, he didn’t step away, “I can’t think of any more theorycrafting we need right now, it strikes me that we need a lot of basic maintenance and safety stuff.”

“Like clothes?”

“A b-b-bigger bed?”

“Getting rid of Yuki counts as maintenance right?”

“All good ideas,” he said, shooting a frown at Carmen who stuck her tongue out in response, “but I’m going to start with MY safety, as pretty a cadaver as I’d make.”

Theme: Stamina. Target: Mike. Counter change: Yuki

“It’s Yuki,” he said, eyeing up the text box.

“Ugh, it’s gonna be so lame, I can feel it,” Carmen said, “there’s a reason she hasn’t got a go.”

“Technically she had one last night,” Mia said, reaching up on her tip toes to store the paper in an empty cupboard, “she was just asleep.”

“I wonder if she’s gonna forfeit,” Mike said, plugging in his idea and watching Mia’s ass jiggle as she tried to hop to reach, “they’re probably still in the car so-”

He is ravenous. Full of fire and lust. He will consume their bodies and any others, inflicting soreness that he will never feel.

Or

Mike can control his arousal, setting himself wherever he pleases. He can delay his orgasms for as long as he likes. If he does orgasm frequently, it won’t cause any issues for him. Tenderness, chafing, dehydration, and any other effects related to continuous sex won’t occur.

“Well. Think you might’ve misread her.”

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