All for Nona - Chapter 13

13. Deep, Dark, & Wet

Jaylee’s face rested on her own heaving cleavage as she sputtered awake. Slowly she sat up, dazed and numb.. As she leaned back in her seat her natural airbags slid off the dashboard to flop and quiver against her belly. She could not help but to get a little excited at the sight of her big, dark nipples wobbling on her enormous, jiggling tits. She might be a cock-loving, super-genius woman now, but big tits – even her own –made her as hard as ever.

“Jaylee! We need to go!” said a voice next to her.

She turned to see Ms. Royal holding the limo door open and waving frantically. How did she get there? Who was driving the car? Oh, right, how could they drive if it was crashed into the side of a van? Wait, crashed?

Suddenly, Jaylee had a mental explosion that bombarded her with recent memories. They had driven on one of the roads out of the city for over a mile before two van loads of Rubbers caught up to them. Once they passed the last Hollywood-style mansion Ms. Royal veered off the main road to cross an open field. They headed towards a narrow dirt road that entered a small forest when one of the vans cut them off. Instead of swerving to avoid it, the dark-haired dominatrix sped up and sideswiped the van blocking their way. The second van must have been right on top of them because a split-second later it rear-ended the limo.

Now Ms. Royal was trying to get Jaylee out of the car before any surviving Rubbers were back on their feet.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” said Jaylee.

She unbuckled her shoulder strap and tried to rush out of the smoking vehicle, but between her inflated assets and the shock of the accident the best she could do was spill into a heap on the ground. Ms. Royal pulled her up and grabbed her hand, practically dragging the over-endowed mega-bimbo behind her as she ran away.

“W-where are we going?” asked Jaylee.

“Mr. Black’s island!” said Ms. Royal. “I have a boat on the lake, but we have to get there first!”

“Lake?” mumbled Jaylee as she stumbled along the gravel path in her sparkling blue heels while holding hands with her barefoot frenemy.

By the time the surviving Rubbers were out of the wreckage, the two women were deep in the dark woods. Jaylee’s hyper-intelligence seemed slightly diminished, probably, she thought, because the desperate look of a shaken, petrified fugitive reduced her sex appeal – but not by much. She could still identify every tree in the forest, count every heartbeat within her generous bosom, and reflect on all the details of her current predicament at the same time. Now all she had to do was to get her massive bubble butt and jumbo hangers to swing in counterbalance so she could keep from falling on her face.

Ms. Royal squeezed her shemale ally’s hand tighter as the road ahead grew brighter.

“We’re almost out of the woods!” she said.

Then a burst of water exploded against a tree and sent them lunging into a bush. The dive caused the overflowing floozy to fall on top of her leather-clad guide. As they tumbled, one of Jaylee’s bare, watermelon-sized tits slapped Ms. Royal in the face. The cocoa-colored sex bomb blushed as she pushed herself up to straddle her ersatz ally.

“What was that?” Jaylee asked.

Ms. Royal rubbed her tit-smacked face with one hand while pulling Jaylee down with the other.

“That was a water balloon!” she said. “One of my water balloons! Did it splash you?”

It was difficult to check herself out while mashing her nude breasts against Ms. Royal’s leather top, but Jaylee made a passing attempt.

“No, everything still feels dry and just as huge as ever.”

Ms. Royal smirked.

“Yes, I can feel that.”

Jaylee felt the slim vixen’s breast heaving beneath her as she started to grind her hips. Jaylee’s dick, which was swinging freely, was squeezed between their bodies. And it was hardening quickly. The libido blast from the magic water pistol was clearly overwhelming Ms. Royal now, as she dry humped against Jaylee’s firm, meaty shaft. Looking down at the beautiful, if evil, woman writhing beneath her, Jaylee almost felt like a man again. The feeling brought back not-too-distant memories of when being on top of a woman like this was normal. In fact, it was only a few days ago when Nona was under her just like this, and Jaylee’s – no, it was Jaylen’s, then – his hard cock was buried deep inside that tight, wet…

The sound of approaching Rubbers snapped Jaylee back to the present.

“Ms. Royal, we have to get up!”

“Mmm. Yes! It’s up, I can feel it!”

“No!” shouted Jaylee.

It took incredible effort for the over-endowed transwoman to push herself up to her feet. The moment she did, a second water balloon whizzed by, splashing harmlessly in a nearby bush. Jaylee hauled up Ms. Royal, who swooned with uncontrollable lust. Now it was the brilliant bimbo’s turn to take the lead, dragging her hapless ally behind as they raced out of the woods.

Fortunately, they were close to the lake, so Jaylee did not struggle with her bouncing breasts, heaving ass, and swinging hardon for too long. A twenty-foot catamaran was moored to the only dock on the shore, so she minced directly to it, flung her panting companion on to a seat, untied the line and jumped to the pilot’s seat.

“Ow!” she cried as her still throbbing ten-inch erection poked into the control cabinet. She rubbed the sore head and called out, “Keys!”

“Mmmh, oh, under the seat, mmm, here,” said Ms. Royal.

The formerly terrifying villain masturbated furiously with the vibrator in her pants while she weakly pointed to the cushion beside her.

Another barrage of water balloons burst along the docks a moment later, but Jaylee had already found the keys and the boat roared out into the water. There was only one island near the middle of the lake, so she steered towards it hoping that Mr. Black was not hidden on some invisible island, or a floating cloud, or some other magical twist that this world might throw at her.

After a few minutes they reached the small lump in the lake and Jaylee found a wooden dock to park along side of. Ms. Royal had removed her leather pants along the way and now writhed on the seats, jamming the vibrator into her exposed pussy with one hand while the other shoved three fingers into her ass. A never-ending trickle of jism flowed down her thighs and beads of sweat dripped from her brow. For the first time since arriving in the Nonegon, Jaylee genuinely worried that a sexual transformation might be fatal. At this rate, even if they stayed ahead of the Rubbers it would not be long before the evil nymphomaniac died of dehydration.

“Ms. Royal!” called Jaylee as she gently shook the woman, “We’re on the island! How do we find Mr. Black?”

“Uh, uh, fuuh,” murmured Ms. Royal as her hand continued to pump both her holes. “Fuh-fuck me, Jaylee! Uh, ooh! I need that big tranny dick!

“Ms. Royal, we need to get going! Please, concentrate!”

“Fuuh, fuck! Fuck me!” said Ms. Royal. “Can’t think ah, ah, anymore without, uuh, without dick in meee!”

Jaylee looked down at her former enemy with compassion. It was true, the woman nearly turned her into a mindless slave, but Jaylee could not help but to feel empathy towards any being’s suffering – even if it was a kind of ironic punishment. Could sex be the only thing to save her? More importantly, could Jaylee, who had almost fully embraced her new feminine identity, actually do it with another woman anymore?

The boner bobbing between her legs answered her question. Ms. Royal was not too far gone to notice it, either. In a flash her fingers popped out of her ass so she could push off the seat and kneel down in front of the brown barracuda swimming before her eyes. Her right hand kept pumping the vibrator into her pussy while her lips latched on to Jaylee’s dick.

“Oh!” said Jaylee. “Oh, I almost forgot how this felt! Mmm!”

Normally, when Ms. Royal had a lover she would take time enjoying herself. Each step, from foreplay, to oral gratification, to the final act (or acts) was something to savor slowly. But thanks to her magically induced sex-obsession, she only cared about getting the fastest orgasms possible. She devoured Jaylee’s cock like a starving woman. Blowing the big, beautiful dick while plugging herself with a plastic toy got her off within seconds, but she needed more. Without letting Jaylee’s cock out of her mouth she managed to pull the transwoman down to the floor. The rigid member only saw light for a few seconds before she impaled herself on it.

“Oh, my goodness!” said Jaylee. “Uhhh! H-how are you so tight?!”

The black-haired seductress smiled triumphantly as she bounced up and down on the fleshy pole, her juices soaking it like it was a melting popsicle. She bucked more wildly than a rodeo cowboy, sliding up and down along every inch of Jaylee’s cock. Each time she rose up on her knees her talented twat clamped down firmly, pulling her lover up by the last few inches of her dick. Jaylee’s massive tits flopped and rolled in every direction, sometimes even bumping her in the chin. Somewhere, deep in her being, she felt humiliated by the giant, swinging mammaries, especially given the masculine sensations coming from her crotch, but soon it did not matter – her teeth gritted behind her puffy, neon pink lips as she let out a high pitched whine.

“EEEEYahh, ah, ah.”

What felt like gallons of cum pumped out of Jaylee and into her enemy/lover’s already sopping hole. The moment the first pulse began, Ms. Royal began spasming more wildly than ever, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“YES! YES! YES!”

Together they collapsed on the boat’s floor, spent and glowing in post-orgasmic euphoria. Their juices mixed in a pungent coating that covered them both from their navels to their knees. Jaylee’s obscenely long eyelashes fluttered as she began to lull into a dreamy state.

“We need to kiss the fat lady.”

Jaylee was fairly certain that she was already dreaming.

“Jaylee!” said Ms. Royal. “Get up! We need to kiss the fat lady so we can meet Mr. Black!”

Jaylee was definitely not asleep. She propped herself up with her elbows and looked at the now lucid super villain, who stood pantsless, covered in jizz, and holding her magic water pistol.

“My Rubbers will eventually figure out a way to get here, even if they have to walk across the bottom of the lake,” she said. “And the batteries are dead on my vibrator. It’s only a matter of minutes before I lose control again.”

With that, Ms. Royal climbed out of the boat and headed on to the island. Jaylee stood, nearly slipped on the cumsoaked floor, and followed as quickly as she could waddle.

It did not take long for Jaylee to figure out who the “fat lady” was.

“A statue?” she said.

Ms. Royal stood in a courtyard in the middle of the island. The circular, stone tiled area was the only thing on the island besides a few plants and trees. Nine life-sized statues stood around the edge of the tiles. Each depicted either a man or a woman wearing Roman togas and standing in noble poses. Only one of the statues looked like an overweight woman.

“Come here,” said Ms. Royal. “Don’t touch anything. Just do what I do.”

Jaylee noticed that Ms. Royal was rubbing tiny circles around her clitoris as she spoke. She did not think that was what she was supposed to do. Then the gun-toting nympho kissed the fat woman’s statue on the lips. Given that she was naked and covered in cum from the waist down, the kiss was actually fairly innocent looking. Jaylee shrugged her shoulders and did the same.

“What now—?”

Before she could finish the question the entire courtyard suddenly fell. It dropped like an express elevator, stopping about a hundred feet underground. A gentle “ding” rang out, followed by a man’s deep, baritone voice.

“Who dares to enter the lair of beginnings and endings?” the voice boomed.

“Cut the theatrics, Black. It’s me, Tori,” said Ms. Royal.

They sat in the dark for several heartbeats. Jaylee wondered if “Tori” was short for something. Victoria? Or maybe it was “Tory?” Ms. Royal did not have a British accent, but it would explain her codename. Unless, of course, “Royal” was really her last name.

Jaylee’s train of thought screeched to a halt when a dimly lit doorway suddenly appeared in front of them. Ms. Royal immediately walked through. Even in the dark Jaylee noticed that her steps were unsteady and she heard the wet sound of fingers flicking at her slippery hole.

The hall was lit by a single low-watt bulb hanging in the ceiling. Mist hung to the floor like the set of a low budget horror movie. At the end of the hall was another opening, this one lit by a soft bluish glow. They walked through, mist swirling around their knees, and the shape of a tall, dark man formed in the middle of the room.

“Hey, Tor,” said the shape.

Jaylee recognized the booming voice from earlier. It was still deep and very manly, but without amplification it sounded like a normal human. Then the figure glided closer. Even in the low light Jaylee could tell that the absolute blackness of the man’s skin was not a product of makeup or special effects.

“Hello, Carl,” said Ms. Royal. “I, uhh, I need, oh, oh, one second…”

The noise from her fingers sloshing and pumping around inside her vagina left no doubt about what Ms. Royal was doing. Now that Jaylee’s eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark she could even see a glittering spray squirting from between her companion’s legs. Once she was done ejaculating on to the fog covered floor, Ms. Royal wiped her hands on her sides and stood to face her obsidian host.

“Ahem,” she said. “This isn’t a social call. We’re under attack. Ugh and his allies have taken control of my Rubbers and probably anyone else he made shoes for. Uh, Carl, don’t you have some pants you could put on?”

The pitch black man now stood only a few feet away, and the women could make out every detail of his body. A nude body that looked like the sculpted perfection of masculinity, right down to his dangling ten inch penis. Jaylee felt her cock lust growing – along with her own cock – and she was sure that Ms. Royal’s rampant libido caused a similar reaction.

“Don’t tell me he shot you with your own pistol?” said Mr. Black.

“Something like that,” said Ms. Royal. “Uncontrolable Libido setting. I need you…”

Her voice trailed off for a moment and Jaylee could tell she was fighting the urge to jump on the yummy salami stick swinging in front of them.

“I need – I need you reset me!” said Ms. Royal.

“I understand,” said Mr. Black. “Are you sure? You know this will undo everything.”

“Yes!” hissed Ms. Royal. “Just do it before I jump your bones!”

Jaylee did not know what to expect or exactly what Ms. Royal was asking for, but she could tell by Mr. Black’s reaction that it was serious. As he got closer to her she removed her leather top, leaving her pale, perfect skin completely exposed. Her slim, shapely figure nearly glowed in this blue-light, mist shrouded world. Finally, Mr. Black leaned in close, the darkness of his tall, muscular body looked like the night about to swallow Ms. Royal’s lithe, full moon. Then he leaned down and the villainous woman began to shudder, until at last their lips met. It was not a sexual kiss, but it was not without passion either. It was tender and forceful and even a little sad. When their lips parted Jaylee could see a wispy white cloud drift from Ms. Royal’s mouth.

At least, she assumed that it was Ms. Royal.

Where the athletic, seductive shape of a thirty-something woman once stood there was now a full-bodied MILF. Jaylee tried to determine this new body’s exact weight and measurements, but her super-genius seemed to be out of order right now. The best she could guess was that Ms. Royal put on over fifty pounds, most of it in her hips and thighs, and her once firm tits were swollen and floppy. She was in her forties, too, but still attractive in a soccer mom kind of way.

“Thanks, Carl,” she said.

“Of course, Tori,” said Mr. Black. “Should I do her, too?”

Even without her super-genius online Jaylee understood what he was asking. Mr. Black had the power to erase magical curses with just a kiss! The woman that Ms. Royal was now must be her true self, without any supernatural changes, good or bad! And Mr. Black just offered to do the same for Jaylee. She, no he could be his old self again! No more makeup and fake nails, no more humongous tits and ass, and no more desire to give a blowjob to every dick she sees!

“No!” said Jaylee.

“No?” said Mr. Black. “I assume this is not your original appearance. Do you prefer yourself this way?”

“No, I don’t,” said Jaylee. “But I’m guessing you can’t just pick which curses to take away, otherwise Ms. Royal wouldn’t look like that. Um, not that you look bad, Ms. Royal! You’re still hot, just not, you know, supervillainy.

“Anyway, I’m not thrilled about what happened to me, but there’s one good thing that I don’t want to lose. Not yet, anyway. You see, the Unicorn made me a mindless slut when I look normal –”

“—and that’s the good part?” interrupted Mr. Black.

“No, no!” said Jaylee. “When I’m just an average-looking tranny I’m a dumb slut, but when I look like this…”

Jaylee waved a hand over her inflated body. Glancing down, she realized that several of her nails were chipped, and her hair hung flat on her face. She could only imagine the state of her makeup.

“Well, not like this, exactly,” she said, “but when I’m really bimboed up I’m a genius. I mean, like mad scientist, next level genius. I’m a pretty smart girl, er, guy, ah, anyway, I’m pretty smart normally, but when I’m fully done up I’m super smart – smart enough to fix all our problems.”

“She’s telling the truth, Carl,” said Ms. Royal.

“I see,” said Mr. Black. “Then you two ladies should come with me.”

With that, the tall, dark man clapped his hands and the room became brightly lit by powerful overhead fixtures. He turned on his heels and walked to a previously unseen door, leaving Jaylee and Ms. Royal to squint as they shambled across the room with stars in their eyes.

On the other side of the new door was another long hallway. However, this one was well lit and ended in a long flight of stairs. The two curvy women were panting by the time they reached the top, which opened into what looked like a rec room.

“Come on upstairs,” said Mr. Black.

He was leaning on a foosball table and wearing a cotton bathrobe. His bulge was still obvious under the material, but Jaylee did her best to look away before she thought about wrapping her lips around the licorice-colored candy she knew was hidden underneath.

The women followed Mr. Black up another, mercifully shorter, flight of steps and now stood in spacious, well-furnished house with lots of tall windows that looked out on the woods and lake.

“This is where you live?” said Ms. Royal. “You’re house is on the other side of the lake?”

“Well, yeah,” said Mr. Black.

He had the same deep voice, but now that they stood in a more normal setting Jaylee thought he sounded differently. Less like an ominous sage and more like a college roommate. A hot roommate, with a really big, schlong stuffed in his…she bite her lip and tried to think about baseball.

“Are you girls thirsty?” he asked.

“Yes, but first we need clothes,” said Ms. Royal.

“And makeup!” said Jaylee.

“Oh, sure. Go down the hall to my girlfriend’s closet. It’s the room next to the bath. Used to be a study, but, you know. Anyway, borrow what you need from there and I’ll get us some drinks.”

“Mr. Black has a girlfriend?” Jaylee whispered when they were out of earshot.

“Jealous?” said Ms. Royal. “Let’s focus on what we need to do so we can get revenge on whoever’s working with Ugh and escape this lunatic asylum once and for all. But first, we need to get you slutted up.”