Finding Resolution (Djinn-Up fill-in)

Hey all, I'm sad to inform that OldNorthridge was quite ill this month and unable to complete a Djinn-Up. To make up for it please enjoy this bonus I pulled from the 2013 archives! ~dS 

Finding Resolution

a short story by Dan Standing
illustrated by A+A

The rare hour of free time had caught Celeste off guard. For three years the college junior had filled every moment of her time at Lyon State with parties, drinking, hook-ups…and occasionally class and the rare bout of studying.

Especially if “studying” meant getting some alone time with one of the hunkier guys in class.

A bunch of her friends had stayed on or around campus this Winter break, so Celeste had not gone home this year. She’d gone back to her dorm from another hang-out so that she could wash and change for the New Year’s Eve party. But she’d gotten the start time wrong.

Dressed in a frilly red top that exposed her slim stomach, her tight jeans that cupped her slight ass, and white wedges, Celeste checked herself in the mirror once more. Her breasts, delicate oranges that bumped up the front of her shirt nicely while still not requiring a bra, were also displaying proudly her constantly hard nips. She brushed her sandy brown hair around her shoulders and puckered her lips to make sure the pink lipstick was still evenly spread.

This unexpected down time was giving more than her mirror time to reflect. Free from social distractions Celeste found herself thinking of her grades and her future. Next year was her senior year. She’d kept up her GPA enough to know that, at this rate, graduating wasn’t really at risk…but she was certainly not going to be leaving the university with anything stellar to her resume. She didn’t even especially enjoy her major.

She’d always found New Year’s resolutions to be trite, but maybe now was the time to start making changes.

“A New Year’s Resolution…I’ve never really made one – no, I should do three, one for each year here that I’ve got to make up for…” Celeste muttered to herself. Her own desk was a complete mess, thanks to months of it being nothing more than a repository for mail, trash, dirty clothes, and other random crap. As she often did Celeste turned to her roommate’s desk for what she needed. Fordia’s side of the room was far more organized, and the more studious girl had been the victim of many convenient pilferings by Celeste.

A notepad sat square in the middle of Fordia’s desk, and Celeste picked it up without a second thought. But there were no pens or pencils out. Opening each drawer Celeste searched until she found a small hinged box. The phrase Ex Verbis Mutatio was carved into the lid, and when Celeste opened it she found a brass pen in a velvet lining. She grabbed it.

Crossing and sitting on her bed Celeste wrote 1., 2., and 3. on the pad. She brought the pen up to her lips and tapped it on the pink tone.

“Hmm…” she mused, “I need to study more. Concentrate on my assignments. But fuck, I mean, how can I with all these parties?” Thinking for another moment, she wrote;

1. Focus better on one thing.

Bringing the pen back to her lips Celeste scrunched up her eyes in thought. She caught Fordia’s desk out of the corner of her eye. She recalled how often she’d taken advantage of the girl’s organization. How she had disrupted her studying many nights. How strangely patient Fordia had been with her.

2. Give something back to Fordia she’ll actually enjoy.

Happy with that Celeste went back to considering the state of her studies.

“Even better focus  probably won’t save my grade in Professor Walton’s class. I know he has it out for me. Maybe if there was a way for me to improve his opinion of me…he’s not that old or that bad looking…”

Celeste licked her lips and wrote;

3. Find out what Professor Walton likes and seduce him.

That wasn’t the best thing that Celeste could have put to paper, but she figured she’d tear up the page in the next few moments and no one would ever know. Satisfied with her list Celeste dropped the pad onto Fordia’s desk and replaced the pen in its box. As she closed the drawer she felt a twinge of pain between her eyes.

“Ow, what the Hell?” she muttered, turning towards the mirror. Celeste never saw 1. Focus better on one thing. fade off the page of the notepad. All she was concerned about was the tight pinching at the center corner of her eyes.

“What the fuck is going on?” Celeste hissed as she got up close to the mirror. She thought maybe a piece of dirt had some how sprung into her, but of course she couldn’t see anything wrong.

Then she heard what sounded like cracking.

“OW OW OW! OH SHIT!” Celeste yelled out, throwing her hands to her face. She didn’t see it, but as Celeste was doubled over in pain the bone and cartridge between her eyes shifted away, and her eyes pushed towards one another. Their masses merged, and quickly formed one large eyeball in the center of Celeste’s face. The changes complete the pain quickly faded away, and as the girl looked up she was just able to catch her eyebrows knitting together as a single line of hair over her cycloptic visage.

“What the fuck is this…” Celeste whispered, approaching the mirror slowly. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She put out a hand to check the reflection was real, and her fingers unexpectedly bumped the glass – she had no depth perception anymore.

She also didn’t notice when 2. Give something back to Fordia she’ll actually enjoy. faded away.

“I…I neeb po go fee – fuck?” Celeste’s mutterings had become muddled and then her ability to talk was mostly ruined as her tongue stretched and grew out of her mouth. Celeste’s eyes went wide as she watched its tip grow and become smooth, the portion of her tongue behind it becoming veiny and somewhat stiff. It was much too big to ever fit back in her mouth. Celeste had no idea how kinky of a girl Fordia was, but the long, thick cock her tongue had just transformed into was a good clue.

A shuddering hand listed towards her new growth, and finger tapped the tip of Celeste’s dick. An erotic warmth rushed through her body, and the cock sprung up slightly.

That kinkiness paled in comparison to what the fading of 3. Find out what Professor Walton likes and seduce him. was about to bring about.

“Fug fug fug!” Celeste lisped, spit spraying from her mouth onto the mirror. A suddenly pressure from within her breasts sent her hands to the hem of her top. She pulled it over her head, the fabric brushing over her new mouth cock and sending more unnatural shivers through her body.

Staring topless into her mirror Celeste didn’t know what to scream about first. Under other circumstances she wouldn’t have complained about the fact that her breasts were growing, their skin becoming tight as warm flesh grew out from her ribs. Bigger than softballs now Celeste’s breasts were fighting for space on her chest, but not just because of increasing size; number was increasing as well. A third breast was coming in between the other two, it’s growth at a much faster rate – it was already nearly the same size as the original pair. In mere moments Celeste had a semi-circle of quiver breastflesh before her, each nearly the size of her head. She was struggling to stand in her wedges, the new weight nearly pulling her over into her reflection.

Things did not stop there, however. Celeste could only hunch in shock and watch as all three of her extremely hard nipples started to change. A small gap was opening beneath each one of them, the darkness of her areaola spreading down the curve of her tits. Her skin puckered and the nipples shifted slightly, and it was soon obvious that the tips of Celeste’s boobs were now each adorned with a pussy that had a nipple for a clit.

And it was soon obvious clear that they were quite excited about Celeste’s changes, even if she wasn’t.

For the next few minutes Celeste would be stumbling around her room in panic, unintentionally stimulating her new parts and eventually falling onto her bed in an impossible bout of masturbation – her lips stroking what they could of her tongue cock while she pushed her fingers into two of her breast pussies. As she came onto her own chest she’d find herself massaging in her own face spunk without even realizing it.

It would be another ten minutes before Celeste was cognizant enough to think through her changes, and notice that the notepad on Fordia’s desk was now blank.

Of course, by that point, the box and it’s pen would have been long vanished from the drawer.

FIN