Owning a house was something many people took pride in, being given the freedom to pick and choose the interior deco they desired, layout of the furniture and if they lived alone; sweet, sweet privacy.

And if you had the money to go further? The possibilities were limited only by the laws holding you back on what you could and couldn't do to make your dream home. In short, owning a house felt good, even more so if you had worked hard to get to that point in life.

That was what Charlie felt when he first moved out of his parents home after graduating from college and getting himself a stable job in the financial sector, saving up enough to live comfortably in a homely 2 room apartment. It was modest but he loved the right space where it was all his to do with as he pleased.

Things went on this way for a few years, with Charlie settling in after converting the once plain interior space into his own private den spacious enough for his parents whenever they came over to check on how their son was doing. Until one day, when the spritely young man had received a text message from a number he hadn't seen in years now.

It was one of his old time best buds from all the way back in high school. A strapping man by the name of Richard. The last time he'd seen him was after the graduation ceremony where they had parted on good terms with both wishing the other good luck. Requesting to visit him and catch up, Charlie had seen no reason to refuse then.

But when the knock on the door came that Sunday evening, the man who greeted him on the other side of the door was a pale imitation of the energetic youth he remembered his friend to be; tall, gaunt, and with a deathly pale face shrouded over by matted dirty blonde hair that dropped down to his shoulders. He had almost mistaken him for a strange neighbor until he sheepishly waves his hands in greeting, moving in for a bear hug that fills Charlie's nostrils with the heavy scent of cigarettes.

"Long time no see dude…"

"Y-yeah…long time no see…is that really you Rich?"

"Heh…in the flesh…but I'm anything but 'Rich' right now…"

That seemed to have struck a sour chord with the man, so Charlie had seen fit to immediately invite him inside, ushering Richard over to the couch where he had drinks already laid out for them. And judging by how fast he drank through the water, then soda and finally tea, he must've been extremely parched.

After a short conversation and a little bit of reminiscing that only served to lighten the steely look on Richard's face. Charlie's friend had finally decided to reveal his true intentions for calling the reunion meet;

He needed a place to crash, and everyone besides Charlie had turned him down. Homeless and down on his luck, it really did seem Richards needed all the help he could get right now.

And so, with all the kindness in his heart, Charlie had agreed to let Richards stay with the condition that he help out around the house with chores while searching for a job to at least earn some dough of his own. Despite how he looked and the horrid stench he gave off, Charlie just couldn't find it in him to refuse a friend in need.

"Thanks a bunch man…I won't ever forget this! And I'll do my part!"

"I'm holding you to that….don't make me regret this."

But regret would be all he could feel whenever he looked back on that day as Charlie came home from yet another tiring day at work. Ever since letting Richards in as the honorary second member of the household, the pitiable man had quickly made himself known as a rotten apple; lazing around on the couch with the air conditioning on at full blast while watching TV and depleting Charlie's store of food in the pantry. And after making the mistake of leaving his credit card lying around, the parasite had begun to leech from that to order food on his own.

And as if that wasn't enough, the jerk had begun taking down and outright replacing Charlie's hard earned deco and furniture with his own garish belongings (which were all bought using Charlie's money) in the second spare room he now occupied as his bedroom. Eating a chunk out of his furious homeowners budget once he bought himself a king sized bed to use for himself.

He had warned him the first few times he began acting this way, but because Charlie's intimidation factor wasn't that well developed, the brute had no reason to obey. Continuing to laze around the house all day and doing nothing to look for a job.

Even now he was lazing around on the couch with some McDonalds laid out messily on the table in front of him and predictably, only enough to fill his own belly. Not even Charlie a 'hey dude' or 'whats up' as he walks into his own home, stomping off to the kitchen with a huff to go get washed up. He was beginning to realize their other friends and maybe even his own parents, refused to help him because he was this rotten and lax.

This wasn't the Richards he knew a decade ago…

But unlike the others, Charlie had a plan in mind to 'fix' Richards' disgusting behavior. Conflicted and at a loss for what to do next, the disheveled man had come across an old crone looking for something on the sidewalk, picking up a glimmering band on the floor that he could only assume was what she was looking for as he calls out to her before inquiring with the poor old lady.

"Excuse me ma'am? Is this yours? It's right by the road so you've gotta be careful."

"Oh hoh~ indeed it is young man, thank you kindly for helpin'...hold on there…you don't feel alright…I sense something ails you. Won't you amuse a kind old lady with a tale?"

That had led to him pouring his heart out to the crone as they took a seat on a bench just along the path, explaining how he hadn't expected an old friend to turn out to be a bad person in a few short years.

"I just can't throw him out…I know I should but…I just don't know…"

"Hrm, you've a kind heart son…if you can't kick him out on his bum…then perhaps you could…fix him up real good, dontcha think so?"

Glancing down at the strange metal choker the crone had given him before parting ways. Her voice reverberates within Charlie's mind, echoing her words from his own mouth as he sets it down on the kitchen counter.

"Leave this somewhere he can see it…and all will be well in a few days…god I hope I'm not insane…"

Ignoring Richards before retiring to his bedroom, Charlie could only pray that the crone's advice really could help turn things around as he slumps over onto his bed in an exhausted heap.

And while Charlie slept soundly in his room, Richards would inevitably come across the black choker lying unattended on the counter midway through washing up his oil slick hands, unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing glimmer of the silver strip in the middle of the midnight band. Almost as if it was calling for him to reach out and wear it.

With coarse fingers grasping ahold of the tiny yet seemingly precious thing, a mesmerized Richards brings the band up to his neck as it phases through the skin before fitting perfectly around his neck…as if it had been tailor made just for him.

Finishing up whatever he was doing, Richards proceeds back to the couch, completely oblivious to the accessory fastened around his neck with his eyes glued to the television…

(CHARLIE ) SATURDAY - 10.39 AM

Awakening to the chirps of a sparrow right outside his window, Charlie fumbles for his phone, checking the time with a lazy eye.

"11 hours since I last saw him…hope he's found that little gift I left or this'll be a big setback."

'Or it might not even be real and I've successfully played myself'

Hopping off the bed to go get washed up in the toilet, Charlie heads outside to go get breakfast. And in the process, discovers something a little strange going on with Richards, who was sitting with his back straight against the couch with his signature hunched over posture nowhere to be seen.

And he looked strange, almost…livelier? Sure enough, looking carefully, Charlie could see his skin painted over with a peachy coloration, as if an artist had seen fit to fill the blank canvas that was Richards' deathly pale skin with life. It wasn't just his skin either, the flesh beneath seemed much more 'full', with barely any hint of gaunt skin caused by how little muscle and fat there was beneath no matter how much he ate. But looking at him now? It was as if he had always been a healthy young man.

‘Holy shit…is that old lady actually for real? But…it’s not just my eyes playing tricks right?’

Sneaking off to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee, Charlie makes sure he's well hidden by the corner before taking a peek from the side, looking over Richards' face to see that there was indeed a minor change in the rat like face his once handsome face had devolved to; with a slightly sloped bridge and a notable decrease in facial hair alongside filled in cheeks.

So it really was working! Painfully slow, but it wasn't the ramblings of a mad woman after all. But if this was the real deal, then by the time the day was up, he could potentially have Richards successfully (and forcefully) rehabilitated into a brand new individual altogether if the crone's words could be trusted, which they obviously could after seeing results like these.

'The one who bonds with these mystical binds shall find themselves wholly under the control of the original owner…whatever you desire, as long as it is feasible, will be the shell which your new servant shall inhabit once the binds finish their work. If the target is of weak heart, then you might find some exertion of control possible even before the process is complete.'

'But he warned! The psychic feedback from the alterations could be problematic. Depending on how drastically you mold the fabric of reality to your whims…it might even end up killing you…'

Reminiscing on her words and shivering a little at her ominous warning, Charlie walks back out into the living room after getting himself a mug of freshly brewed coffee, sighing at the garbage heap of half a day old McDonalds leftovers on the coffee table. Giving Charlie an idea for an early test run.

"Hey, Richards? Get your mess cleaned up."

Sure enough, he could see some semblance of hesitation in the man's brow, twitching as if struggling to keep his eyes focused on the television and his body planted firmly in the couch…a body that was beginning to pulse and bloat, disturbing the dark baggy fabric as mass builds and bones snap and readjust into new configurations beneath the two men's notice.

Trying once more, this time with some edge to it, Charlie smiles as his efforts finally bear fruit.

"I won't say this again Richards, get your fucking lazy ass moving or I'm kicking you out of here."

"A-Alright man, chill…no need to be so bitchy about it."

He almost couldn't believe that it was his own voice speaking with the ice cold edge of the commanding presence he had envisioned himself to be. Was this the magic of the choker at work? Whatever the case, Charlie couldn't help but let loose a small fist pump as he watches Richards scoop up crumbs and wipe down the table before dumping the wrapped up trash bag by the front door.

By the time Richards had returned however, Charlie could tell that successfully commanding the freeloader had somehow sped up the transformation somewhat, noticing certain portions of his dirty blonde hair had begun to lose their gaudy coloration, returning to clean, healthy threads in the original raven black he had last seen a more respectable Richards sport back during the graduation ceremony years ago.

And it wasn't just his hair that had joined the list of changes spreading slowly across Richards' body. Examining the arms that held the coffee mug up to his already hairless mouth, Charlie marvels at the lean dexterous digits clasping tight around the smooth porcelain, with clean nails nicely shaven into polished tips painted over with pink gloss. Wondering what the final product would look like once all these disparate pieces of the puzzle came together.

But there was still an entire weekend to enjoy, and Charlie was someone who loved to drag things out as much as possible to savor the experience before it inevitably comes to an end. Finishing up the last of his coffee and leaving the mug on the table, Charlie rises to his feet before heading back down the hall towards his room to get some cleaning done. But not before glancing back and issuing another command.

"Make sure to do the dishes once you're done with breakfast Richards."

"Mmmhm…"

A lackluster response with zero enthusiasm, but a major improvement from the silence and ignorance.

(CHARLIE) SATURDAY - 1.10 PM

Pouring the last batch of dirty water down the drain, Charlie wipes the sweat off the brow on his head at the sparkling clean sight of his bedroom, wiped down, dusted and sprayed from floor to ceiling until not even a speck of dirt remained in the cracks between the faux marble tiles.

"Nothing more satisfying than a job well done…speaking of which…"

Glancing up at the wall clock, Charlie wasn't too surprised to notice almost 3 hours had already passed. Hauling the cleaning instruments back into the toilet and laying them out to dry before bracing himself and heading outside, eager to see what had become of Richards.

And what a sight it was, with a newly grown head of clean black hair tied back up into a bundled ponytail with just enough hanging down to frame a face he couldn't yet see, Charlie's excitement reaches an all time high as he eyes the shapely shoulders that framed the thin slender neck that supported Richards' head.

But before he could reward himself with the full view, Charlie heads to the kitchen to get some lunch cooked up, humming a happy tune as he walks by a cleaned coffee table and an empty basin with the dishes and mugs washed and dried on the rack above. And since he hadn't ordered takeout for himself, Charlie was free to cook a larger portion today.

Whipping up two servings of some simple fried rice with cut shrimp, the eager man ferries the steaming plates back over to the coffee table, sitting down on the couch before gracing himself with Richards' feminized face, sporting wide slant almonds focused on the screen of the  girly pink phone held lightly in dainty hands that led up beneath an evidently oversized shirt that now had enough excess to act as a one piece dress, concealing a creamy pair of thighs that led down to toned calves filled with healthy amounts of muscle and tender meat. Nothing like the boney sticks Richards used to call legs dotted with curled hair.

"Put down your phone Richards, it's time for lunch."

"Tsk, what are you my mom?"

With a sonorous voice to match the face of the modest beauty gracing Charlie's ears, the stern homeowner freezes for a moment before regaining his firm stance, trying not to let his gaze go downward the moment he realizes Richards' folded arms now have a clear outline of a burgeoning pair of tits pressing up against the fabric, and from the way the voluminous masses flowed and sagged under pressure, there wasn't a bra beneath to support them.

"Do you want me to be? Don't make me say it again…"

"Okay, okay…thanks for the food…"

Shutting off his phone and accepting the plate of fried rice, Richards' falls back onto his seat with a blush on his round cheeks, blowing on the piping hot food before spooning it into his mouth with a satisfied 'Mmm~' being audible for a second before reaching an arm out to grab the remote, turning on the television for some lunch time cinema.

'He almost never turns the damn thing off…and that serving should’ve had him complaining about wanting more…this things actually working!'

As they ate together in relative silence, Charlie sneaks a glance toward Richards, flabbergasted at how well his clothes had concealed those mammaries from view as his eyes go from the androgynous figure concealed beneath up to a slim neck missing the bulge of an Adam's Apple and finally to the undeniable face of a young woman, far more matured than the effeminate one he had seen a few hours ago, complete with a pert set of kissable cushions for lips.

Just a little more, and the person Charlie had imagined as the end product of the choker's charm would be molded into reality from the clay that is Richards.

Soon enough, the pair were finished with their meals and to his amazement, Richards moves on auto pilot, swiftly scooping up both plates on his own initiative to bring to the kitchen, rising to his feet with a frustrating curtain concealing his lower half from view with a cute bob to his ponytail and a sway to his step as he strolls off to get the dishes done.

"Man…if his hair was undone and way longer than it is now, it'd be just perfect…and that shirt definitely has to go. Maybe a wardrobe change is in order…for all the warnings the old lady gave me, it's been a surprisingly smooth ride so far!"

(RICHARDS) SATURDAY - 2.10 PM

“What the hell was wrong with that jerk…eyeing me up like that!”

Huffing to himself while washing up the plates with anger driving him to squeeze the poor sponge to its limits. Richards slams his first into the counter in frustration, sending a vibration running through his softer body that jiggles the unseen weights on his chest and ass, further igniting the unbearable itch at the back of his mind that was nagging at him, as if warning him that something wasn't right here.

"And since when did that little shit get so confident anyway? I know how to take care of myself!"

While he continues to lather the dish in soapy water, Richards' ponytail begins to unwind, pouring down his back and tickling the nape of his petite neck as it cascades down in flowing waves of lustrous black locks of hair, fanning out in a messy yet betwitching manner that only served to emphasize just how much the former skeleton had grown with his baggy shirt undergoing its own transformation; shrinking in size until it no longer covered the struggling pair of boxers with a pathetic nub beneath that only stayed on from the grip provided to them by Richards freshly widened hips, wiggling from side to side as he continues to huff and puff about Charlie with his complaints starting to sound like the words of a disillusioned partner who wasn't sure about her side of things in the relationship.

"It's not as if I'm totally incompetent either…I can get my own food…even if his cooking was pretty tasty…"

As he mumbled the last words, a dull ache spreads through the sides of his cranium, raising a manicured hand to rub at the afflicted spot before it fades away, leaving Richards stunned as she readjusts the hot shorts now wrapped around her lower half with a noticeable lack of a bulge between her legs with the void if a sexy thigh gap highlighting her irreversible gender swap. Feeling strangely euphoric before blaming it on the food, unaware of her now useless testicles working their way up through her tight virgin snatch to begin their new purpose as egg-bearing ovaries, pumping Richards full of estrogen and other female hormones in no time flat.

Although it did manage to have Richards heaving a reluctant sigh that sounded like a breathy moan at the sensation of her sensitive clit rubbing up against the rough fabric alongside the rubber pasties that adorned the tips of her titties. She loved going commando for as far back as she could remember, and Charlie always did like the way her breasts sagged just a little despite how firm and perky they naturally were. While it played hell on her shoulders, the attention and ease of access whenever she felt the itch was worth it.

'It shows how naturally beautiful you are, Richards! I like you that way.' Those were the words she remembered him telling her the first time he pointed it out so boldly to her when they had a study session together back in college.

"W-Wait…college?! But I…me and that dummy t-together? Am I high?"

But no matter how much she struggled to deny that fact, her memories of a harsh time doing drugs and dropping out of college were beginning to be swamped by pleasant feelings of being appreciated for who she really was by the unlikely geek of a nerd she no longer saw as a walking wallet but as a lover, an equal, someone to pour her heart out too when she needed it. No longer able to resist, Richards’ identity begins to break down as she accepts Charlie for who he was;

Her boyfriend…

And with the realization and acceptance of her new memories overpowering the vile toxic persona that was Richards, Rachel's eyes flutter wide open as she clutches at her beating chest upon the realization of the day's events, cooing about her boyfriend's cooking before musing to her herself with a whimsical look on her carefree visage.

"I wonder…can I do something to return the favor?"

After all, Charlie was the bread maker of the two. And with Rachel still looking for a way to promote her musical talents given her interest in rock bands and an absolute wizard with guitars, her poor boyfriend was all on his own…

Feeling a dull twinge spark from beneath her bosom however, a nervous smile splits Rachel's lips as she dries the final plate off before putting it up to dry, dabbing her hands in dry cloth before preparing to give her dear boyfriend his hard earned reward while remaining completely oblivious to the ominous purple light blinking from her choker…

(CHARLIE) SATURDAY - 2.21 PM

Watching a news segment about the soaring temperatures around the globe and its adverse effects, Charlie had barely heard the footfalls of an approaching Richards until he was upon him, tapping him a few times on the shoulder in an effort to get his attention.

“Hm? What’s up Ri…ch?”

“Umm…i know you might’ve been feeling pretty stressed out lately with work so…I thought I could…y’know…help you let off some steam.”

Charlie sat stunned at the sight of the twin mounds pointing right at him with black cross pasties covering the erect mounds that tipped the buoyant mammaries. And they looked just as firm and natural as they did during that one brief accidental glimpse a few minutes ago as he watched what was undeniably a bona fide babe wiggling her torso around in an effort to shake her tits, wiggling in hot shorts that were short enough to show off the full extent of her long shapely legs with an erotic thigh gap in the middle where the irrefutable proof of her gender inversion laid; a steep incline where a bulge should’ve been pressed up against the fabric.

Ignoring the sweet, worried voice of Richards concern as her arms once again fold across her chest, Charlie almost had to feel bad for the poor girl standing with half her midriff exposed along with her pasty tipped breasts, earning no response from the man she had clearly intended to have 'play' with her.

'Relaxation gift? Honey? Richards would never say those things…unless…'

Spying the wild flowing mane of criss crossing black hair that was now long enough to reach down to her heart shaped bottom, Charlie finally figures out what had caused the drastic change in appearance and mannerism.

‘...It must’ve been what I said earlier…the choker picked up on it!’

If the chokers hold over his formerly estranged friend had progressed far enough to alter her this much, then the name Richards wouldn't fit anymore since it was one she had never used in the first place.

So as he turns his attention back to the stunning babe with half her top crumpled up her nubile body, Charlie clears his throat before reaching out hesitantly, feeling flushed as all hell at the sight of her shutting her eyes and biting her lower lip in anticipation, fidgeting in place as her breathing begins to grow ragged and husky, making her bosom come to life as it expands and contracts in response to the shortening distance between the sensitive teats and Charlie's trembling hand.

Not expecting the transformation to be this quick, the man was caught off guard when Rachel had suddenly appeared behind him. This was probably his first 'adult' experience with a woman, even excluding the fact that said woman used to be his deadbeat freeloader of a housemate, Charlie's mind was racing with adrenaline and excitement.

With a sharp gasp and the feeling of warm supple flesh in Charlie's hand, the man had finally taken the first step towards an intimate relationship he had no experience with.

That is, until a sharp pain akin to a needle spearing him right through the center of the skull rocks him to his knees, letting his grip over Rachel's plump breast go as he tumbles to the floor, unable to hear or see anything as psychic images and a wave of new memories floods into his mind, all while a panicking Rachel struggles to comfort her spasming boyfriend roiling in a heap on the floor with foam spewing from the corners of his gnarled mouth.

‘Shit…that’s the…thing she warned me about!’

It was like being in the middle of a raging storm out in the open sea, battered by the cruel waves of a churning ocean, tossed around like a fish in a barrel. Helpless to save himself with the only hope for survival being to endure the torment until it let him go.

Alongside his existing memories of Richards from highschool to the current day, Charlie was beginning to remember a new path in his life at college, coming across a strange longer of a girl seated near the back dressed in dark moody colors with heavy eye bags under her sleek orange irises after his first week in class, feeling a momentary flutter of warmth in his chest amidst the pain.

From there, the rate at which these memories were being implanted grew exponentially, intensifying the hellish pain from being forced to relive a fabricated past that was beginning to feel normal to him. Making the first move to get to know Rachel, the embarrassment from letting a comment slip about how he loved the way she wore nothing beneath her clothes during a study meetup in the library and the thrill of giving his first kiss to her when she had come clean about her feelings shortly after they had spent close to a year together in college, helping Rachel through her studies and projects since she never really wanted to go to college in the first place.

'My Ma and Pa were the ones who got me to sign on in the first place…I love em…I really do but, I just wanna be in a band..perform for an audience, maybe even write my own songs one day.'

'But if I hadn't enrolled…then I wouldn't have met you in the first place huh? Lucky me right?'

By the time Charlie had gotten past the momentous occasion of receiving his diploma in business alongside Rachel in their suffocating graduation robes, the man could no longer deny the heavy heart he now held for the girl. He had initially planned to treat her like a maid to be ordered around the house once the choker's work was done, but now? He had a feeling he would rather die than to see himself mistreat Rachel like that, even though he knew at the back of his mind that she had been given shape from the flesh of that good for nothing Richards.

With the torturous pounding of the mental assault subsiding, the unconscious man could do nothing but lie limp in the arms of his startled girlfriend shaking his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up.

(RACHEL) SATURDAY - 4.20 PM

“I hope he gets well soon…gosh what was all that about…”

Sighing after finally getting Charlie into bed after his sudden fit and terrifying convulsions had left him unconscious, Rachel slumps over on her oversized bed, taking a slow glance around the room with a slight frown on her brow. This was just her bedroom wasn't it?

"Weird…something feels…off with the place…"

But a cursory check reveals nothing to be worried about. Her teddy bear was right by her side, the pink portable fan on her nightstand was facing her just like she'd left it this morning and her wardrobe was tidied up with nary a stray shirt left unhung and ironed out.

In other words, everything was a-okay.

Despite the assurance of a personal inspection however, a slight feeling of unease remained in her chest as she lay still on the bed with only the hum of the fan to break the suffocating silence. With Charlie out of commission, this Saturday afternoon was proving to be a very awkward and silent start to the weekend.

"Charlie…I hope you get well soon…It's so lonely without you…"

With the late afternoon sun rising high in the sky amidst a blazing warm summer and thoughts of her boyfriend drifting into mind, Rachel was beginning to feel the heat getting to her, growing restless with her feet lazily kicking the sheets off of her and an intense ire building beneath the region around her toned tummy and sensitive groin, feeling unusually 'empty'...as if it hadn't been tended to in a very long time.

And as her breaths grow ragged and her lifeless arms slowly peel apart her damp clothes,  it wasn't food she was thinking of right now to satisfy the hunger, remembering the firm yet hesitant touch of Charlie's big, comforting hands over her left breast, massaging the afflicted teat with a vigor and lust she had never felt before. Imagining a specter of Charlie doing the same to her, guiding his hands through her own as her spare arm drifts downward, forcing her shorts down before stuffing her hands down between her thighs, rubbing furiously at hairless lips between her legs with long dexterous fingers tracing the erect tip of her clit while pumping in and out of her sopping wet labia with practiced ease, seasoned after numerous masturbation sessions to cool her head around Charlie.

But today had simply been too much for the poor girl to contain her needy yelps and airy moans. Failing to entice her boyfriend and then having to watch him endure what she could only assume to be a seizure with her limited medical knowledge had left her frustrated in more ways than one, powering through the first orgasm that rocks her body in her effort to satisfy her needs.

As Charlie continued to recuperate in his room, the door to Rachel's room would remain closed off and locked up tight for the rest of the day with audible screams and cries of ecstasy leaking through the gaps well into the night as the sun crests over the horizon.

(CHARLIE) SUNDAY - 5.10 PM

"Wake up son…you're a real hardheaded one aren't you?"

Prodded with what felt like a walking stick, Charlie awakens in an empty space with a heavy fog shrouding his vision, coughing up saliva that had been balled into a lump in his throat before staggering to his feet, looking around for the crone.

"Ma'am? Where are you? What is this place?"

"Why it's me home! Judge it however you wish, but it's my own dream come true~"

Now that was a familiar view he could empathize with. He too liked his home and took pride in the abstract art deco he paid handsomely for. Of course, he also understood not everyone would see things his way which was fine by him.

Unless it was someone like Richards who instantly took to replacing the furniture with his own and covering up the wallpaper with edgy posters without his consent.

"T-That's right…what happened to Richards? R-Rachel? I…touched her…then everything just-"

"Oh hoh ho! Calm yourself son, you're alright…time here doesn't flow like it does back in the material plane…trust me; your mind and body are in safe hands, not many can withstand the feedback of a few years worth of mental correction. Take pride in that!"

"So you're saying…I'm alright? I made it through that thing you said could've killed me?"

With a momentary pause in the conversation, the crone's voice returns with a chuckle. "Oh yes…but it wouldn't have been possible without the aid of a certain someone! Were you left there alone, we wouldn't be having this conversation! At least, not until a few more days have passed…"

"Wait…how much did I miss? And by someone…you mean?"

"Just a little over a day now…and yes, your new girlfriend~ Rachel was it? She's taken good care of you after you gave her quite a shock. You have excellent tastes I must say…I'd be proud to have a daughter like her!"

"So…if I'm alright and all that wasn't just some lucid dreamscape, then your home…the choker…Rachel…this is all so surreal! Thank you ma'am…"

"My pleasure son, a good deed for a good deed…but that's where I'll have to bring some measure of bad news to the mix…"

Hearing that sends a shiver down Charlie's spine as the mood suddenly drops goes from light hearted to ominous in the span of a nano second.

"W-Wait, you're not some demon are you? Trading my soul for your services or something?"

"Hahaha! Nothing like that at all! I'm not going to take anything from you…well, at least nothing that will impede your life from here on out."

"From here on out…wait, you can't mean-"

"I'm afraid it's good bye. After awakening from this contact, you won't ever remember encountering me or ever having lived with that bumbling oaf in the first place. With the magic of the binds almost depleted, there's just enough left in there for one final change you could wish upon that lovely girl of yours…so make it known here and now, a fitting end to our short time together don't you think?"

"I mean…I would've liked to know you better…maybe even introduce you to Rachel sometime…but yeah, it's been a nice ride ma'am."

"Likewise son…it's been nice havin' you."

With Charlie uttering his last wish under his breath, the crone's wispy home fades away under a cascade of white light, shrouding the figure of the young man as he feels himself being ripped away from that otherworldly realm back to his own reality.

And as he begins to stir from what felt like a thousand year slumber in a drastically altered home, the choker wrapped tightly around Rachel's neck snaps off before disintegrating entirely into mesmerizing particles of purple light. Leaving the woman stunned mid way through cooking up a batch of porridge as the world around her ripples and distorts into something else entirely alongside her current place in it...

(EPILOGUE) SUNDAY - 5.20 PM

Pushing himself off the bed, Charlie stretches his weary limbs before heading off to wash up in the toilet, cursing himself after the recent memory of fainting in front of his fiancée flashes by in his mind after wondering just how long he had slept through the weekend.

Slapping his cheeks, the rejuvenated man dries up before slipping outside, taking in the scent of freshly cooked porridge emanating from the kitchen before freezing in place at the sight of Rachel leaning against the kitchen counter with a shot of wine from the popped bottle held lightly in her hands, dressed in an elegant and bewitching dress that showed off her curvaceous figure nicely. With the money she earned from her successful career as a singer, it was little wonder to see her buttered up in the beachfront home they both shared. But it wasn't as if he leeched off of her fame considering he had a vital role to play in kick-starting her career; from purchasing the signature guitar she now used in every performance to promoting her in an effort to get her talents recognized and the love they shared for each other, Charlie was nothing short of an equal in her eyes as she takes his chin in her arms before pecking him lightly on the cheek.

"Evening dear…glad to see you're finally up and about. You had me so worried yesterday when you just collapsed like that!"

"I'm sorry Rach…I haven't gotten much rest ever since the company started going into overtime trying to get a deal sorted out with some important contract…I can't even remember what we were doing yesterday, can't wait to have a taste of your cooking though, I'm starving!"

Giggling softly, Rachel places the flask down on the counter before unhooking her top and hiking up the hem of her dress, planting a foot against the solid ebony wood to give her husband-to-be a good look at her dripping pussy without any panties in sight to cover it up. Going commando just like she always did since he first met her as a seemingly shy and introverted girl back in college. And he definitely wasn't complaining.

"You my dear, were supposed to fuck my brains out…but you got cold feet. Do you have any idea how needy you left me~ The touch of your hand against my breasts before you up and fainted on me…but now that you're feeling better, we can pick up where you left off~"

"But what about the por-”

"The appetizer can come later…for now, I want you to sample the main course you'll be having tonight, unless you're gonna chicken out again?"

Thrusting her hips with a small spray of ejaculate from her very needy pussy, Charlie swallows at the sight of Rachel's swollen labia before unzipping his pants to reveal his very own painfully erect member, ready to finally do the deed and cement his place alongside Rachel as sworn lovers and a husband that would tend to her every need.

For as weird as it sounded, they had left their virginities painfully unbroken all these years they spent together. Neither one had the time or bravery to confront the other about it until now. With Charlie busy working overtime and Rachel going on tours and performances, it started to make sense to him.

But now wasn't the time for thinking, now was the time for action. And Charlie was very eager to get a taste of his fiancée's body as he grabbed hold of her creamy smooth thighs before rubbing his member over her oozing snatch, kissing her on the lips while squeezing a hanging breast, whispering muffled messages of love down Rachel’s throat…

By the time the night was over, the porridge would sadly go unnoticed as the two ravenous lovers ate each other out again and again, unwilling to part from the satisfaction of finally being together in coital bliss...

THE END