Jesse didn’t know if it was everything Madam Theodora had known, or it was because the fun park didn’t look so fun anymore, but he was scared. Really and truly scared. He sighed, conflicted. He didn’t want to make the trek back but he really liked that hoodie.
“I’ll be back,” Jesse finally said begrudgingly. “You two wait for me.”
“Sure,” Chase smiled happy he was finally going to have some alone time with Angie.
Jesse looked back and had to use every ounce of muscle control he possessed to keep from throwing up when he saw Chase’s arms encircle Angie like an anaconda and draw her close against his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Jesse felt fire shoot out of his eyes as they kissed. Long. Hard. Deep. In their passion it looked like they were trying to swallow each other’s heads.
Jesse had to bury his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans to keep from picking up the broken beer bottle at his feet and rip out Chase’s throat when he heard the words, “I love you,” spill over Chase’s lips. His words were muffled due to the fact that his face was buried in Angie’s neck but to Jesse, the delicate term of endearment was monstrous in his ears, ripping his ear drums apart, as if Chase had yelled through a megaphone.
“Stupid white trash bastard,” Jesse mumbled to himself, kicking tiny grains of sand that sparkled like diamonds and wishing he looked like Chase.
Turning away from the lovers, he slowly walked back towards the tent and was soon embarrassed when he realized his pace had quickened to a very fast trot. Slipping and sliding on the dirt in his haste, he was thankful that no one had been witness to his cowardice. Especially Angie.
“Just chill, Jess,” he told himself. “It’s just a carnival.”
He looked around. He was alone. The drunks had been chased away by angry carnival workers before they had retreated to their trailers. The bats were perched in the trees, happy that they were no longer in danger from flying sticks and rocks.
With every step he took, Jesse felt his heart rate quicken. He began to sweat. It was ice cold and oozed out of his pores, making the hair on his neck and arms stand stiff as a board. The cold sweat dripped down his chest, petrifying his nipples into hard pink erasers. His breathing was audible.
“Christ, what’s wrong with me?” he whimpered.
A loud owl’s hoot was his only reply. He nearly jumped out of his skin. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he took off running in a blur that would have made Speedy Gonzales jealous. Screw if anyone saw him. Screw the macho act. He was scared and he wanted to get the hell out of there.
He didn’t stop until he was outside Madam Theodora’s raggedy tent. Steadying himself against one of the weather raped ropes, he took several deep breaths to calm himself down, no use looking like a wimp in front of the old woman.
Peeling back the tent flap an inch at a time, he stuck his head in. It took his eyes several minutes to adjust to the darkness. The tent looked deserted. The candles had been blown out and smoke, thin as spider webs, danced in the darkness.
He saw his hoodie lying carelessly on the couch where he had left it. Breathing out a huge sigh of relief that he didn’t have to look for it, he tripped over his feet several times in his haste to get to it. Picking it up, he put it on, it had suddenly gotten cold in the tent; Jesse felt like he was in a meat cooler. He could even see his breath. What the hell? It was the middle of spring.
“See ya later, you crazy old bat,” he said softly walking toward the tent flaps.
He was all set to get out of there when he heard laughter coming from the back of the tent. He stopped and turned. The laughter continued. Its owner was old but there was still the giddiness of a schoolgirl. Jesse’s brow wrinkled, wondering what Madam Theodora could be doing to make her laugh like that.
“I told you, I’m sorry,” her voice had the light lilt of a cheerleader. “Well how was I supposed to know it would take so long to read them?”
Jesse strained trying to hear the voice of whoever was with her but didn’t hear a thing. Either Madam Theodora had a voice that could bend steel or this guy’s voice was big as a mouse.
Creeping on tiptoes, Jesse made his way to the back of the tent. Reason was telling him this was a bad idea, he had his hoodie, he should just go, but he had always been nosey.
Finally he reached the end of his journey. It felt like the hall had grown ten feet. Looking back to make sure he was alone, he peeked through the beaded entrance and couldn’t believe what he saw.
Madam Theodora stood in the room completely naked. A thousand candles were burning brightly bathing her body in an orange hue. Jesse wanted to turn away from the sight of the old woman’s nude body but it was like a car wreck, he had to look and commit every detail to memory.
She was bigger than she looked like with clothes on. Her legs, covered with long blue veins that looked like spider webs, could rival those of the mightiest of oaks. Her butt was big as the seat of a recliner and covered with thick white pimples. Roll after roll of flab hung off her body like drooping leaves on a willow tree.
Jesse ducked out of sight when she turned around. He had to cover his mouth to keep from throwing up. Her breasts hung almost down to her knees. Her nipples, a deep maroon color, were large as the hubcaps of a tank and stuck straight out like mountain peeks. Her bellybutton stuck straight out of her stomach. Gnarled and haggard, it looked like a dead tree branch. He tried to keep his eyes from traveling lower but he couldn’t stop them. Possessed they didn’t stop their journey south until they landed on her vagina. Totally hairless, her lips, engorged with blood, were large and folded over like tortillas. The opening to her innermost chamber was darker than the rest of her body, almost charcoal in color and she had the biggest clit Jesse had ever seen, sticking out of her almost like a small penis.
The old woman unleashed her hair from the confines of her bun. It cascaded down her body, stopping at her knees.
“You like what you see?” She asked her companion.
Jesse strained his neck to see who was desperate enough to sleep with her and was sure he was dreaming when he saw who it was. A young man, maybe a couple years older than Jesse, sat in a chair. He was totally nude. His body rippled with muscles. He had black hair that fell to just the top of his shoulders. Jesse couldn’t believe that a guy who looked like he could have any girl he wanted, would choose Madam Theodora as his bed mate.
Must be into old fat broads, Jesse’s inner voice made him smile.
Jesse watched the young man, trying to figure out where the hell he had seen him before. It was only when Jesse saw the cards on the table that he remembered. The young man had been on The Magician card.
“It can’t be,” Jesse’s voice was barely a whisper on the wind. “It’s impossible.”
“So my Prince Of Cats,” Madam Theodora spoke sensuously and caressed his cheek. “Show me how much you desire me.”
The Magician looked down at his lap with a smile. He was rock hard but barely broke four inches.
Poor bastard, Jesse thought. Good looking and muscular but not muscular enough where it counts.
“Oh, we can do better than that I think,” Madam Theodora declared in a sing-song voice as she mixed a bunch of multicolored powders together in a glass. “Drink this Smooth Talker,” she said handing him the powder that looked like a mixture of diarrhea and strawberry ice cream.
The Magician chugged it down, apparently it tasted better than it looked and both him and Jesse watched as his penis grew to a length that could rival the most well-endowed of porn stars.
“That’s much better,” Madam Theodora said grasping it.
The Magician’s mouth opened in a silent orgasmic screech as Madam Theodora stroked his long shaft. He was so thick, she could barely wrap her fat fist around it.
“They say The Magician has the gift of tongues,” she said placing his penis against her massive bosom and began tit fucking him. “Prove it,” she dared.
The young man obliged and left no inch of Madam Theodo
ra’s body untouched as he licked her with his long, moist tongue. Jesse’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched the show in front of him. This guy could teach porn stars a thing or two! He licked Madam Theodora’s vagina like it was an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day.
After a while, The Magician sat back down on the chair and watched with a satisfied smile as the gypsy impaled her body on his penis. She bounced up and down on him, enthusiastic moans coming from her mouth as her bosom bounced up and down, slapping them. Jesse was amazed her large breasts didn’t knock them both out. As she rode him her large mounds of fat quivered and like ripples in a pond. The chair groaned and creaked, keeping time to the rhythm of their fucking.
The Magician threw his head back as low animalistic growls emitted themselves from deep within his voice box. He slapped her massive buttocks making it jiggle then bit down on her neck and that’s when his eyes locked with Jesse’s.
“Enjoying the show?” The Magician spoke for the first time, voice smooth as silk.
“What?” The old woman turned around and smiled when she saw him. “Ahh. We have a visitor.” Extracting herself from The Magician’s penis she walked toward Jesse, grabbed him and threw him into the room. Her giant penis-clit dripped with clear liquid desire. “Did you enjoy watching us, pervert?” she asked standing over him.
“I … I’m sorry,” Jesse gasped out scared at what they might do to him.
He looked up at her and held his breath as he watched more of the clear liquid form at the end of her penis-clit. Jesse’s mouth opened in fear as the liquid dripped off the end and fell toward him. The snot like liquid seemed to fall in slow motion. Hitting Jesse’s shirt the cold liquid soaked it clean through. It felt like mucus and smelled like rotting eggs. He almost threw up.
Madam Theodora laughed, enjoying watching Jesse squirm. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like it? Most guys like it when a girl squirts on them.”
Jesse blanched. He would probably never be able to have sex again. He would die old, alone and bitter from years of celibacy.
“Deal with him later. You can’t leave me hanging.” The Magician sounded as pathetic as a begging child.
“Oh shut up.” Madam Theodora waved her hand at the lad and he fell to the ground in a lump, reminding Jesse of a marionette whose strings have been cut. “Horny fucker,” Madam Theodora said more to herself. “No brains and as you saw not much of a cock until I gave him that potion, but sometimes that’s the price you pay for a good lay.”
Jesse laughed a little. Madam Theodora hadn’t looked like the type to swear but then again she hadn’t looked like the type who would have sex with someone young enough to be her grandson.
“I knew you’d be back,” she declared moving away from Jesse before more of the liquid had a chance to drip on him.
“I forgot my hoodie.”
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“Why?” Jesse asked, scared that she would force him to participate in a three-way.
“I’m not into three-ways,” she answered reading his thoughts. “And no offense, but you’re really not my type.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
“I can help you,” she said insulted. “So I suggest you watch what you say to me.”
“What do you mean? Help me with what?”
“I can help you make Angie Fico yours. Forever.”
Jesse gasped. He couldn’t believe what he heard. He didn’t believe it. It had to be a lie.
“How?” he asked, hopeful he didn’t sound too desperate.
“After everything you’ve seen me do you still have to ask dumb questions? You truly are a skeptic.”
“I am not,” he answered insulted as he got off the ground.
“It’s okay, Jesse. The world needs skeptics.” She smiled at him and lightly caressed his cheek. Jesse shuddered a little. Her hand was worn and rough. It made chills run up and down his spine. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t mean to make you tremble. I must face it, I’m just not the type of woman you young boys have wet dreams for.” She looked down at herself.
Turning, she walked over to the table and picked up a smooth silver stone, no bigger than her palm. She reached into the bowl she had placed Angie’s hair for safe keeping and held it up to her nose and sniffed it with her eyes closed. Slowly, she rubbed the hair over her body causing little pleasurable moans to emit from her throat.
After the hair had explored every inch of her tremendous body, she placed it back into the bowl. Mumbling a few inaudible words, she mashed the hair with the stone until it was a fine red powder. When she was satisfied with the results, she poured the powder on the table, leaned over it and inhaled every last bit into her nostrils with skills that would make the most experienced cokeheads jealous.
She threw back her head and screamed so loud, Jesse jumped three feet off the ground. Jesse’s eyes popped out of his head as he watched the old woman transform right between her eyes.
Writhing like a cobra, Madam Theodora’s obese body contracted and expanded until it had shrunk. Her legs and arms shot into her body bringing her massive height down to just barely five foot. Her gray hair caught fire. Her skin, white as powder, darkened until it was a rich olive color. Her massive bosom shrunk to a tiny C cup. Every wrinkle, varicose vein and pimple disappeared. Jesse gasped at who he saw standing before him, totally nude and smiling. Angie.
“Better?” The Angie Clone asked.
All Jesse could do was nod and sweat as The Angie Clone walked toward him. He couldn’t believe how thorough the metamorphosis had been. The thing before him looked like Angie, walked like Angie, smelled like Angie, talked like Angie.
“What’s wrong, Jesse?” The Angie Clone asked when she was an inch from his face. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”
Jesse tried to answer but found he had forgotten how to talk. His mouth tasted like cotton and it felt like his throat was shrinking. It was getting hard to breathe.
The Angie Clone stroked his cheek before leaning in and delicately kissing him. Jesse became stiff as a board. His penis was rock hard and he had to fight with every muscle not to cum when she touched him. This was the moment he had dreamed of and reality proved to be just as good as fantasy.
Her lips were as soft as he had imagined them, feeling like the wings of the purest dove. She took his arms and wrapped them around her body, so smooth. So soft. Growing bolder his fingers gently caressed her skin. Gradually he began to loosen up and he pulled her close against his hips, making sure she could feel his large hard-on.
The Angie Clone helped Jesse out of his clothes, caressing his chest and admiring his body. The way she looked at his hard throbbing penis with lust,made his ego grow. He smiled, convincing himself that she had never looked at Chase like that. Jesse had told himself that Chase was nowhere near as big as him. If he was him, he wouldn’t spend so much time working out, trying to make his other muscles bigger to compensate for the fact that his most important muscle was grotesquely underdeveloped.
The Angie Clone lay down on the floor and spread her legs wide. Taking his hand, she pulled him down on top of her and guided his length into her moist opening. They lay still for a moment, getting used to the feel of each other before Jesse started to thrust into her slow at first then faster and faster, building up a nice rhythm that made The Angie Clone moan and her body ripple with little earthquakes of lust.
After he had cum, The Angie Clone kissed his shoulders and ran her fingers through his mop of sweaty hair.
“So how was it?” she asked.
“Great.” He could barely choke out the word. His body glistened with sweat and it felt like he had just won The New York City Marathon. “Just like I knew it would be.”
“Was it everything you imagined?” The Angie Clone asked kissing and biting his shoulder.
“Better,” he promised, giving his hips a couple last shakes making sure to empty all the cum from his balls inside her. He wanted her to truly be hi
s and not Chase’s.
“Get dressed.” She kissed him one last time.
Jesse got up and reluctantly put his clothes on. Turning around, he saw The Angie Clone had put on Madam Theodora’s tent of a dress. Or at least, she had tried. The dress was so big that only the top of The Angie Clone’s head was visible. Jesse watched with wonderment as the dress slowly began to expand. Hands, mangled and wrinkled thanks to the sands of time, shot out of the arm holes. The front of the dress expanded as Madam Theodora’s stomach and bosom invaded the fabric. Slowly, painfully, like something being born, her head was the last thing that was spit out of the dress. Jesse’s smile dropped and his good mood turned to disappointment. His penis was completely deflated when he saw Madam Theodora’s wrinkled face. He had truly hoped that The Angie Clone had been real.
“Don’t frown,” Madam Theodora said straightening her hair. “That was just a preview of what could be yours if you cooperate with me.”
“You mean Angie could really be mine?” Jesse asked still not truly believing. What if this had just been a trick to sleep with him? He looked at The Magician’s lifeless body. The old crone was into younger dudes.
“She could belong to you forever. And the two of you will never grow old,” she assured him drawing him out of his thoughts.
“She’ll forget all about Chase?”
“You pull this off and she won’t even remember his name.”
Jesse smiled an evil smile. This was what he had always prayed for and now, his prayers were finally being answered.
Three
Chase and Angie sat on the hood of Chase’s old pickup truck. Chase was leaning against the windshield. Angie was resting against his chest. His arms were protectively around her. Silence was all around them as they stared up at the round lavender moon. A beam of pale blue moonlight shown down, encircling them in an ethereal spotlight.
“I wonder what’s taking Jesse so long,” Angie said checking her cell phone. “He’s been gone a long time.”
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