Message-ID: <36354asstr$1020417001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 20:09:13 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Leo (tg, magic) [3/5] Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 05:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Here's my latest. Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- Jamaal brushed his hands-off, then left the room. When Tonya walked over to the stove, she found that Jamaal had unconsciously dropped the spoon he had been using into the sink. When she opened the drawer where the spoons were stored, she was surprised to find a pair of her frilliest pink panties. Knowing that she hadn't put them there, she looked after Jamaal and remembered what June had told her. She wondered if Jamaal had been wearing them and found the thought highly erotic. She almost decided to confront Jamaal, but decided instead that she should follow June's advice, so she put the panties back in the drawer (after getting a new spoon) and pretended like she had never found them. Jamaal came back a few minutes later. "Ah, much better. Now, you shoo. I've got a dinner to make." "Are you sure you don't want any help?" Jamaal contemplated her question. Then said with a very definite tone, "No. I really don't want your help. I don't want to sound offensive, but I really don't want you in my kitchen." "Okay. Call me if you decide otherwise." Tonya went out and sat at the table and watched Jamaal. She was surprised that he was taking such a big risk by working naked, but it was definitely fun to watch. She was also surprised to find that she really wasn't getting excited by seeing her boyfriend walking around naked. Oh, it was definitely enjoyable, but it really wasn't making her horny. She guessed that it was a further effect of the corn, that Jamaal really did control the sex. If he didn't get excited and horny, she wouldn't either. It took about 10 minutes for Jamaal to finish dinner, whereupon he brought the pot of stew out and set it on a heating pad. He made another trip to the kitchen for a couple bowls, then filled and put the first bowl in front of Tonya. He filled his own bowl, then sat down. His attention was riveted on Tonya, clearly waiting for her. She dipped her spoon into the stew and took a bite. "Pretty good," she commented. "Pretty good?" "Well, you can't really mess up beef stew." Then she jokingly added, "Although, if you're gonna keep making all the meals, you really should learn to cook a bigger variety of food." He shocked her by saying, "You're right. I'll go down to the library tomorrow and check out some cookbooks." "Hey, I was just kidding. You don't have to do that." "But I want to." That made him stop and think. Almost as if it surprised him, he said, "I mean I really want to. You deserve a selection of foods for your meals." "Okay, but don't let the business research slack. You have a lot of books to read." Tonya nodded towards the main living area and the books that were stacked on the table. "Those? I already read those." Tonya was shocked. "You have? I didn't know you were a speed reader." "Neither did I, but as soon as I started reading, I just couldn't stop. and I just soaked up everything I was reading like a sponge." "So you think you can start a business?" "Oh, easily. I'm even pretty sure that can get a grant for start up costs." "So how soon can you get started?" "I can go down to the Small Business Administration at that Federal Building tomorrow morning and start filling out forms. I'm not sure how long that'll take, but if I have any extra time, I'd like to stop by your office, so I can talk to June about T-shirt designs." "So soon?" "Sure. No time like the present." Tonya blurted out, "That's not what you were saying yesterday," and immediately regretted it, thinking that she shouldn't press her luck. Jamaal was jumping into his new life without hesitation, and her teasing him might hurt that. Jamaal didn't seem to notice, however; instead saying, "I don't know what I was so afraid of. I can't wait to get started. I'd already have the forms, but it was too late after I got finished reading to go down to the Federal Building." Tonya was too amazed to comment further, so they finished the rest of their meal in silence. Afterwards, Jamaal collected the dishes together and took them into the kitchen to wash. Tonya followed and grabbed a dishrag, saying, "I'll dry." "No need. I can handle it." "I know you CAN handle it, but if I let you handle everything, then I really would be exploiting this whole lion and lioness thing." Jamaal started to reach for the rag. "No, really-" "Jamaal!" Tonya interrupted. "You will let me dry the dishes!" Jamaal smiled. "Yes, my lion." "Geez, I never thought I'd have to order you to let me help you with housework." Jamaal started the water to fill the sink, then replied, "Blame the lioness. She considers the home, the den, her responsibility. Even now, I can tell that she's not happy with you doing that little bit," Jamaal pointed at the rag, "But since you ordered it, she's just sitting back, twitching her tail angrily." "You talk like it's a real person, a separate entity. You possessed or something?" Tonya had been half joking, so it scared her a little when Jamaal actually had to think about her question. "Not possessed, I could fight her if I tried to, but she's definitely there. It's like... Oh, how do I explain this? It's like back when you were in elementary school, and you were concentrating really hard on something you were writing, but your teacher was standing right behind you, you couldn't see her, but you just knew she was there. It's like that. I can feel her, particularly when I do something she doesn't like, but it's not something I could specifically point to. Don't you have anything like back?" "Not that I'm aware of. Maybe I should get the coin and make a wish for you. You didn't really bargain for this when I brought the coin home." As soon as she said that, she felt it, the presence that didn't really like the idea. After hearing Jamaal describe his experience, she got a similar feeling. It was like a huge lion was standing right behind her, staring at her, breathing down her neck, disapproving. It took everything she had not to rescind her offer. She was almost glad when Jamaal replied, "No, it was my wish that got this all started, so it's my responsibility to live with it. They started washing the dishes together, and Tonya said, "That's a very mature attitude. A lot of guys would blame everybody else." "Oh, believe me, I tried, but the lioness won't let me keep it up. She kept showing me doing the wishing, kept reminding me that it was my decision so I've got to handle it on my own." "Wow, are there any benefits to the lioness? Seems like she's just there to punish you for being "bad", at least by her definition of bad." "Benefits? Hell, yes! Oh, pardon my French. But, yes, there are benefits. When I'm doing something "right", there's this... rush of energy. I'm not sure exactly what it is, may be a drum Nolan, may be endorphins, may be something else altogether, but when I feel it, I feel like I could take on the world." "So it's like a drug?" "Not exactly. It's more like a... power plant that I can plug into when I do certain things, things that the lioness wants me to do. Take for example those books I read. Normally, it would've taken me days to read all of those books, but with the lioness's help, I completed them in about six hours." Jamaal finished the last of the dishes and turned the water off. "So what does my lion want to do now?" Tonya actually wanted to talk some more about the changes that Jamaal was undergoing, but before she could begin talking, that smell, the one that made her so horny, besieged her senses, and all thought of doing anything other than taking Jamaal left her head. She picked him up and set him on the counter, barely amazed at how easy she found it. Then she leaned over and took Jamaal's cock into her mouth and gave him and blowjob. After Jamaal blew his first load into her mouth, she lifted her head so she was leaning in close to him and said, "Baby, tonight I'm gonna make you use every bit of energy the lioness has to offer and then some." Jamaal smiled. "Before you do that, could you do a couple things for me?" "What's that?" "One, get naked, and two, catch me." Before Tonya could react, Jamaal slid through her arms in dashed off into the house. Tonya muttered, "Wench," ripped off her clothes, and ran after Jamaal. She chased him all over the house, finally catching him in the bedroom. She grappled him around his waist and of threw him on the bed, then climbed up on top and gave him the very sex that she had been promising earlier. After a few hours of incredibly intense sex, Tonya found herself with her arm wrapped around Jamaal and him snuggled up against her. He was sleeping, happy and contented, but she couldn't help but think about what had just happened. It wasn't the sex or physical activity that made her think. It was the fact she had called Jamaal "Wench" that drew her attention; it was also the fact that that appellation really seem to fit him, although she couldn't say why. The next day, when she was getting dressed, she noticed her clothes were a little tight on her, but decided it wasn't really a big deal. At work, however, as soon as June came in, she said, "Your clothes are looking a little shabby, like you washed them in hot water one too many times." Tonya looked more than a little chagrined. "I don't know what's wrong. These clothes fit fine the last time I wore them." "It's the transformation. How tall is Jamaal?" "5 ft. 11, why?" "It's one of the few parts of the transformation, physical parts, that is, that will be affecting you. The lion grows to be larger than the lioness." "Me? Why do I have to grow larger? Why doesn't Jamaal shrink?" June shrugged. "For all I know, he might. Jude was only 5 ft. 9 when he wished for me, but I was 5 ft. 8, so my growth might have been based on the fact I was so close to his height at the start of the changes. You're what? 5 in. smaller than Jamaal?" "About that, yeah." "For all I know, that means you'll both change, Jamaal may very well shrink, but you'll, well, you have grown. Only a little bit, and only people who know you would notice, but it's definitely there." "Great. I can't afford a new wardrobe." "Don't worry too much of that. What ever career Jamaal and you have decided on, you will be amazed at how fast he starts producing at it." "I hope so. What other little changes to I have to look forward to?" "Physical power." June struck a weight lifter's pose causing the muscles on her body to practically ripple. "Your muscles will become far more versatile and powerful than you ever thought they could be. That and, of course, there's the hair thing." "Hair thing?" "Your hair. Don't tell me you didn't notice." "Notice what?" "Come into my office. I'll show you." June went into her office, and Tonya quickly followed. June waved at the mini-bathroom she had and said, "Take a good look." Tonya went into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. After a few seconds, she called out, "I don't see anything!" June came in and stood beside Tonya. She looked at the top of Tonya's head and said, "As I recall, you never used to wear your hair so... poofy." Tonya took a good look at the way her hair was styled. She was never one of those girls that spent hours of time on their hair, and, although taking some time to work with it, she had made no special effort with it the past few days, so she was surprised when she saw her face framed by more hair than she realized she had had. She turned to June and asked, "How?" June said simply, "It's your mane, caused by the magic of the coin, of course. Better get used to it. No matter what you try, it'll stay there. You can't cut it; it'll destroy any perm; no gel or mousse on earth will last more than five minutes trying to hold it in place. It's yours; get used to it." "But why?" "Let's face it. What do you think of when you think of a lion? If you're like most people, you think of a big, male lion with a big, dynamic mane." "But it doesn't do anything. It doesn't serve any useful purpose. Why make it part of the transformation?" June shrugged. "For that answer, you'd have to talk to whomever made the coin, and they're all long dead. But, as a corporate executive, I can tell you that sometimes symbols are as powerful as the reality." "So now what? My hair just keeps growing, whether I like it or not? And what about me? I just keep growing until I outgrow my clothes?" "Tell you what, since I gave you the coin, I'll buy you a new wardrobe." "That's really not necessary." "I know it's not NECESSARY, but I kind of feel obligated. Besides, my brother, why that the coin from, did it for me, so I do it for you, and you can do it for whomever you give the coin to." "Assuming Jamaal ever starts making money with his new business." "Oh, trust me. He will. No lioness has ever failed to provide for her lion. Just give her... him... Jamaal a little time." June went back into her office and started digging through her purse. Tonya followed and said, "I still don't think I should just accept a gift of a new wardrobe." "Nonsense. Just think of it as an early birthday or anniversary or whatever gift." "I don't know..." "Look, if you're determined to make an issue of this, I've got an issue for you. Plain and simple, you don't look professional, not quite so bad that I have to send you home right now, but it won't stay that way for long. So my buying you a new wardrobe, or at least a few business suits, keeps me from having to worry about if, or more accurately when, I'll be without your services because I have to send you home for looking like you decided to dress in doll's clothes." June pulled a credit card out of her wallet. In mock anger, she said, "Now, you are going to take this credit card, and you are going to go out and buy some new clothes, and I don't want to hear another thing about it." In mock fear, Tonya replied, "Okay, boss, just don't fire me." Tonya took the credit card and, in a normal voice, said, "But I only intend to buy a couple sets of clothes, so there," and stuck her tongue out at June. June shook her head. "Go, before I turn you over my knee." Tonya left quickly, pretending as though she were really in danger, and went to the local mall to buy some nice clothes. She intended to get in, get what she needed, and get out, but once there, her "shopping gene", as she affectionately called it, took over, and she wound up spending most of her morning trying on clothes. It was slightly before noon when Tonya returned to the office with a couple bags in tow. She was surprised when she saw Jamaal leaving June's inner office just as she got in. "Hey, babe, get all that paperwork done and filed already?" "Of course." He walked over and gave Tonya. "I've actually got my business license, so I stopped by for my first sale. June just ordered six different custom T-shirts for Judy." "Great! How much did you make?" "I'm charging twenty for the shirts themselves, plus a fifteen dollar design for five of the T-shirts for a total of one hundred and ninety-five dollars." -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure, I just like T.V. better." jrdss@alaska.net ICQ#37222294 J R D -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+