1. The Chain: Link 5a


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Even stranger was the twinge of arousal he felt when his finger grazed the clit. As if something terrible had happened, he pulled the knickers up and arranged the skirt properly. But then he couldn’t resist taking top and bra off to feel the breasts. The soft, round flesh was something else entirely compared to the bags of flour. When he touched the nipples it was like an electric charge as he watched them begin to swell. Again, slightly scared by this, he pulled the clothes back on. Chloe was waiting for him when he emerged from the toilet, jaws working like they were inmates on a chain gang, a look in her eyes that told him she knew exactly what he’d done. She was holding Melinda’s leather jacket, the one that came down to her waist. “Time to go,” she said. “We’ll slip out the side gate, shall we?” That was a must, Sam thought. There was no way he was going out the front where the neighbours might see. The side gate opened on to a road that wasn’t overlooked. Even so, he had to ask, “But what if someone recognizes me?” “Reckon they’re likely to?” Chloe asked in a slightly mocking tone. “Come on, you’ve seen yourself.” He had, of course. And Chloe was right, of course. There was perhaps a slight residual resemblance, but nothing more. Even the hair colour was different. That didn’t stop his nerves from jangling when the latch on the gate fell back into place as they slipped out into the road. More shocks were to come, when Chloe said, “By the way, I think it’s only fair to ...
    tell you that I’m a prototype?” “A what?” Sam said. “What the fuck does that mean?” “A prototype,” Chloe repeated, teeth grinding down on her gum. “I’m one of the first of my kind. You’re supposed to be the only person who can see or hear me, but I’ve never actually tested whether it works or not.” “What?” Sam said again. “So I’m some kind of fucking guinea pig?” “Depends how you look at it,” Chloe said casually. They were coming out onto a slightly wider street now, lined with houses, but also a bus route. An elderly man was walking towards them with a carrier bag in his hand. “But we could always give it a try.” Before Sam had time to stop her, Chloe was careering towards the man, chunks of flesh wobbling under the tight-fitting outfit, arms flailing, shouting loud enough to wake the corpses of centuries, “Oi! Mister! How do you fancy shagging my friend back there? She goes for older men. Might even let you stick it up her bum if you’re good! I know she’ll suck you dry for sure!” Sam was mortified, but to his amazement the man made not the slightest sign of noticing Chloe, continuing steadily along, even when the woman waved her hands directly in front of the man’s face and shouted, “When was the last time you got to shag a hottie like that, eh?” She was obviously crazy, Sam decided. So much for a fairy godsister. She could probably get him into all kinds of trouble if she put her mind to it. When he caught her up, Chloe was beaming. “Like a charm,” she said. “Just don’t do ...
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