#gloop family

[theoppositeofprofound]

[despairingdivas]

We got Augustus Gloop up in this mofo

THE FOOD AT THE BOTTOM😭😭😭

LMAOAOAOAO (also Rare DespairingDivas CATCF post)

[gloopdimension]

Thing I thought about while half-awake this morning. I think Pongorma would be very upset his bibbies wouldn’t be able to grow up around other knights like he did in yiithorn… I do not know where I am going with this thought though admittedly.

BEUUUUUUWUWUUUUU NO I UNDERSTAND . ohhhhh ohhhwuwuwu. she totally would. Hed be so sad they couldn’t experience the full extent of the dread knights culture and what his knights acted like.

[claashpumpkins]

Top nine this year has a bit of everything - carves in progress, our most watched video (10.2k so far!), tribute to the late great Taylor Hawkins, the fruit of labour from community workshops, and rep for the Halloween classic vibes of the Addams Family which came back into the public consciousness with the brilliant recent Netflix show Wednesday starring @jennaortega #topnine #kibblepalace #glasgowcity #theaddamsfamily #communityarts #pumpkincarving #workinprogressart #artvideos #wednesdayaddams #thematrix #cobrakai #halloweenlife #halloween247

[thisismyideaofhumor]

Some of you have not been through the gauntlet of beats that is my rap (?) playlist. It is only right and just that I inflict it upon you all

Featuring such esteemed rappers as "Weird Al" Yankovic, One Hundred Gecs, and the Underwater temple underwater monk underwater rhymes and an underwater funk

[misseviehyde]

A HYDING TO NOTHING

CHAPTER 1

“So is that stuff you told me about your great grandfather being Henry Jekyll really true?” I asked my best mate Richard as we sat in his room doing homework one night.

“Shut up!” he hissed, “I only told you about that because we have been friends so long and you got me drunk on my Dad’s Scotch. If he ever finds out I blabbed the family secret he will go ape shit.”

“But is that stuff about the Elixir really true? Does it really make you into a girl?”

“How should I know? I never tried it,” he snapped glaring at me. “We guard it because it’s dangerous to use. The only reason we even keep any of it in the house is in case anyone else ever invents it and we need to work out a cure. It’s a solemn duty passed down from Father to Son”

“Awwww come on,” I grinned. “You really haven’t considered trying it? Just think of what you could do as a girl…”

Putting down the book Richard looked at me in exasperation, “It has honestly never crossed my mind. You obviously have been thinking about it since I told you though. What’s on your mind exactly?”

“You know that hot girl I like Abby? She is at the beach today, but she won’t look at a nerd like me twice. But you know what I noticed? Hot girls listen to other girls. I was thinking you could take the Elixir and go tell her how great I am. She is sure to be interested in me then. It would only be for a few hours. Your Dad would never know.”

Richard shook his head angrily, “You must be nuts. My Dad has made it quite clear that I am never to go near the stuff except in an emergency.”

“Dude… this is an emergency! I am sick of being a virgin and I need to get laid. It will only be for a few hours. What harm could it really do? Besides you owe me for saving your life.”

Richard rolled his eyes, “That was six years ago and you still go on about it every time you want something. That car wasn’t even going that fast!”

I looked at him steadily in the eye. “Dude, please do this. I wanna see the Elixir in action and I wanna be with Abby so badly. Pleeeeeeaase!!!?”

“Fine!” Snapped Richard. “God you are annoying. A very small controlled dose shouldn’t be too dangerous. Follow me then.”

Having finally made up his mind, Richard was now firm and decisive. He led me into his Dad’s study and walking up to the bookcase pulled on a whorl of decorative wood I had never noticed before. It clicked and the bookcase swung open to reveal a small chamber.

Inside were dusty books - the fabled research diaries of Dr Jekyll. There were two chemistry sets, one old fashioned and one modern. And in a sealed aluminium casket were five carefully packaged test-tubes containing a light pink liquid.

Consulting one of the books first, Richard made some notes. “A single drop will transform me for about three hours and should not lead to a polymorphic imbalance.”

“A what?”

“Basically if you are ever stupid enough to drink a whole vial, it becomes a semi permanent effect. You start switching between male and female forms at random moments… even without taking more Elixir. It is what happened to my great grandfather. A single drop is safe enough though and the effects are temporary.”

Putting a pipette into the tube, Richard extracted a drop and raised it to his mouth. Then he hesitated and licked his lips nervously. “I don’t know about this… maybe it is a…”

Before he could react I squeezed the pipette bulb and a big pink drop glooped out and went straight into his mouth. Richard looked at me furiously and then shrugged fatalistically “Oh well… too late now I guess.”

I watched excitedly… but nothing happened. “Dude it isn’t working, I knew it was fake,” I hissed disappointingly.

“Be patient,” he sighed. “A small dose like this takes time to kick in. Besides… have you seen my hair? I can feel it tingling so something must be happening.”

I looked at Richard and gasped. He was right. As I watched his hair was lightening and growing blonder by the second. It was now strawberry blonde and the tips had started to curl and push out.

“Oh shit - here I go,” he groaned suddenly gripping his stomach and doubling up. I felt the grin fade from my face as I heard his bones cracking and wet fleshy sounds emerging from his body as he gripped himself and hunched down.

“Holy shit dude - I would never have made you take this stuff if I had thought it was gonna harm you…” I cried running to his side.

“Ahhhh no.. nooooo it’s okay… it feels wonderful!” laughed Richard suddenly throwing back his head with an ecstatic giggle and I could see his teeth bared in a rictus of pleasure as his skin softened and shifted across his face.

“Oooh I can feel myself getting girlier by the moment and it feels awesome,” he purred… his deep voice suddenly unbreaking and rising several octaves as his adam's apple sucked in and his arms and legs grew thinner. He was visibly shorter and slimmer now and his hair had continued to grow, now hanging down past his shoulders in a soft blonde wave.

“Mmmmmh Dad lied to me… he never told me it would feel this nice to transform,” murmured Richard as his features softened and his new bee stung lips curved into a dreamy smile. I could see that the front of his oversized t shirt was now bulging slightly with his perky breasts and there were definite curves going on that were making me a little turned on to be honest.

The changes began to slow and Richard stood up, his trousers dropping from his tiny waist to reveal a pair of smooth tanned legs and dainty feet. His waist was tiny, but with curvy hips and his tummy soft and flat as a washboard. Luckily his boxer shorts stayed up - but it was pretty clear there was no bulge inside and he was now flat fronted. He was all girl now.

“I think it’s over,” muttered Richard in amazement as he examined himself and brushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes. “It isn’t anything like my Dad said - I feel wonderful… why would he not want to try this? Maybe he secretly has and he is just jealous to share the power. Well too bad because now I am getting a taste and I think I like it!”

I was now looking at a very cute and attractive girl about my own age, with a slim perky figure… a nice pair of tits and a soft pert backside. She had clear blue, and slightly mischievous eyes and was a blonde beach stunner from her tiny toes up to her pretty little nose.

“You are beautiful!’ I gasped admiringly.

“Well of course I am you idiot,” retorted the girl in front of me, “My grandfather designed this stuff to try and perfect the human form. It was supposed to bring out all the best qualities in a person , but he couldn’t get it to work for his gender. It always makes people into girls. Guess the male form is inferior or something. Gawd you really are dumb sometimes. I told you all this when I first mentioned it. Oh and you can stop looking at me like that you perv…”

“Sorry Richard, you gotta remember I only found out about all this recently.” I said, reluctantly tearing my eyes off my friends cute body as she played with her new hair and tried to make it sit how she wanted.

“You better call me Riley,” she muttered brusquely. “It’s my middle name, but I can’t go by Richard anymore. If Dad hears you call me Richard he will work it out. I always hated it, thought it sounded too girly… but it sounds kinda cute now. Guess it is finally gonna come in handy.”

She finished fussing with her hair… it looked kinda good actually.“Well? What now?” She asked.

“I guess we go to the beach to find Abby,”

“Are you being especially dumb today or something?” Scoffed Riley as she rolled her blue eyes. “I can’t go anywhere without some clothes and makeup. No one is gonna believe I am a real teenage girl dressed like this!”

“Oh… I guess you are right,” I sheepishly shrugged. “Erm but how do we do that?”

“Jesus! This is supposed to be your plan… do I have to think of everything? Fine… we go to the mall. I can get one of those women in the makeup bit to give me a makeover. And we can buy me some clothes. But you are paying.”

“Fine,” I shrugged.

Riley pulled Richard’s biggest t shirt on so it went down to her knees. Then, hunkering down in the passenger seat of my car to avoid close observation I drove her to the mall.

As we walked through the crowds she carefully observed what the other girls our age were buying and wearing and then pulled me into the shops she was interested in. Then she would make me pay for what she wanted. Boy was Riley bossy… I found it hard to say no to her.

“This is crazy,” I muttered an hour later as I stood in the women's clothing section of another teenage fashion shop and watched Riley flicking through the racks. She had already been for her makeover, had her nails done and already picked three different outfits and two pairs of shoes to wear. How many did she need?

“My allowance is all used up, so this is your last outfit.” I angrily told her. She just stuck her tongue out at me and deliberately grabbed a load of jewellery from a stand to stick on top of her purchases. I gritted my teeth. It had taken me months to save up $300 and Riley had just blown all of it!

“I’d like to wear these out… can I go change please?” She smiled sweetly at the cashier and I had to wait another twenty minutes in the car outside as she faffed about in the changing rooms.

Eventually she emerged and I had to admit she looked good. She had a tight pair of blue jeans on and a grey crop top tied up to show off her sexy waist. But what had taken so long?

“I have my swimming costume on underneath,” she grinned. “Sorry it took me so long. It was my first chance to check out my new body in private. We better get a move on… we only have about an hour and twenty before I change back. Let's go find Abby huh?”

This wasn’t working out quite how I had planned but now things could get back on track. With Riley in the seat next to me, I pushed the accelerator and we headed for the beach.

CHAPTER 2:

We drove to the beach, Riley’s feet up on my dash as she played on Richard’s phone and took what seemed like thousands of selfies.

“Get your feet down off there,” I scolded her, “What are you doing anyway?”

“Gawd you are like such a grouch today,” she whined, sullenly putting her feet down. “I’m just taking a few hot pics for Richard to enjoy later.”

“You talk like he is a different person to you,” I scowled. Riley smiled cheekily, stuck her tongue out at me and simply carried on. I wanted to ignore her, but it was hard. She was so fucking hot and I was sure I saw her smile every time I checked her out.

A short drive later and we finally pulled up at the beach and made our way down onto the sand. I could already see Abby relaxing by the water. She was wearing a sexy purple bikini top and was by far the hottest girl on the beach. God I wanted her so badly. Hopefully this would work.

I turned to speak to my friend and my mouth dropped open as all thoughts of Abby were banished from my mind. Riley had pulled off her jeans and top and I gawped at the incredible body she had underneath. Suddenly it was like Abby was the moon and Riley was the sun blotting her out.

Riley looked absolutely amazing in a sexy bikini set. Her blonde hair blew sexily in the wind and I could barely pull my eyes away from her amazing tits all pushed up and out for all the boys to see. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss. “Leave this to me hot stuff…”

I sat on my towel and watched as she walked over to Abby. The two of them began to chat and after a while, whisper conspiratorially to each other. Their conversation seemed to be going on for ages.

Then suddenly my heart beat in my chest as they began to look in my direction. I was hopeful it was working until Abby started to laugh. I couldn’t hear what they were saying exactly, but the two of them were in fits of giggles and I felt myself redden with embarrassment.

Anger surged inside me as Riley sauntered slowly back over and began putting her clothes back on. “She says… no chance. Now drive me home.”

What had just happened?

We drove for a bit until finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled over on a deserted bit of road and turned angrily to Riley. “What did you say to her?”

Riley giggled and smiled maliciously at me. “You want the truth? Okay. I told her we used to date. I told her you have a tiny cock and I told her you always ejaculated your pants before I could even get your cock out of your boxers, which is why we broke up. I have never laughed so hard, we really bonded over how pathetic you are.”

My mouth dropped open and I wanted to scream. “Why would you do something so mean and cruel you bitch?”

Riley shivered… to my horror it looked like a shiver of pleasure. “Bitch… oh fuck, call me that again will you… I love how that sounds. ”

“Are you insane? You are my friend… why would you do this to me?”

“I dunno,” purred Riley. “I’ve never been cruel before. It felt good so I did it. It made me feel so powerful and hot to destroy your chances with Abby and lie. I enjoyed being… being… ohhhh yes… being a bitch.” She looked almost orgasmic as she shivered in pleasure again.

Then suddenly her whole demeanour shifted. It was as if she realised she was revealing too much of herself and a guarded expression came over her face. She quickly shifted gear again and looked deep into my eyes with her sexy blue gaze. Now she looked innocent and vulnerable.

“Look I’m sorry. I know it was wrong for me to do what I did. Forget what I just said… the truth is… I was jealous of Abby. I only told her that stuff because you are too good for her. Believe me you can do better than her.”

“But there are no other girls I want. Damn it Riley, now I will never get laid!”

“Oh yeah? Says who?” purred Riley suddenly moving uncomfortably close to me. “Since I transformed I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I think this Elixir has totally changed my sexuality. I think I am attracted to boys and girls now. And guess what? You’re a boy and I’m a girl… here we are on this deserted street and no one is around. Who knows what could happen?”

“But you’re really a boy too… you’re Richard” I whimpered as my sexy best friend got close enough for me to smell her perfume. All anger and thoughts of the mean things Riley had just done were starting to fade now, replaced by more primal urges.

“Do I look like a boy to you? I’m a girl now baby and I love it. Forget about Richard, I’m Riley now and I want you.”

She was so close now her blonde hair was nearly touching mine. She was so pretty. I felt my heart hammering in my chest… I had never felt so alive.

Then suddenly we were kissing and her tongue was in my mouth. God but she was an amazing kisser. I felt Riley’s hand trail down my chest and fall onto my lap, the suddenly she began to pop the buttons on my jeans.

“No wait… we shouldn’t do this,” I gasped breaking off the kiss.

“Shhhhhh, I want… your… cock…” giggled Riley her eyes burning with lust as her hand snaked into my underwear and I groaned helplessly as I felt her hand wrap round my dick.

I was hers now and I gave up any pretence at resistance as she yanked my dick out of my jeans then bent her blonde head over and started sucking my cock.

“Oooooh fuck!” I gasped as my best friends wet pink lips wrapped tightly round my throbbing cock. I tried to banish images of Richard from my mind and instead concentrate on Riley. It wasn’t hard…

I knew this must be her first cock, but she didn’t act nervously or anything. Her hand snaked to the base of my dick and pumped the shaft whilst her mouth and tongue kissed the tip. She angled her head to make eye contact, sucking almost sideways so I could look at her beautiful face.

It was all too much - “Ooooh I’m gonna ahhhhh cum,” I gasped and suddenly Riley’s entire head was engulfing my cock as she sucked hard and I started to orgasm.

I felt my cum flow into her mouth, but she just kept sucking till the orgasm was over. Then with a wet slurping gasp she disengaged and sat up giggling.

“There… that wasn’t so bad was it?”

“You… you swallowed it all?” I queried.

“Mmmmh of course I did. Who’d have figured cum tasted so good? Abby told me she hates it, so she always spits… I guess some girls are just naturally sluttier than others…”

I goggled at Riley, her cheeks still flushed… she looked so wanton. “Abby?”

“Yeah… we didn’t just talk about your ‘tiny cock.’ She gave me advice on how to do a great blowjob too. I think she and I are gonna be good friends. Did you enjoy that? Not bad for a first effort hey? Mmmh I can’t wait to for my second attempt… oh and to try other things too.”

I felt myself getting hard as Riley suggestively spread her legs apart slightly and lightly brushed her hand down her top against her tits. She bit her pink lip and groaned. “You wanna fuck me?”

I was instantly hard again and my throat was dry as I nodded. I had never wanted anything so much…

Riley smiled and her hand went to her fly. This was really happening… I was finally going to lose my virginity to my best friend and I couldn’t wait.

Then suddenly her hand trembled and she squirmed uncomfortably in the seat. Then a stomach cramp hit her and she groaned and doubled up in her seat. “Ahhhhh… nooooooo…. damn you Richard, not nooooooow!”

“What’s wrong?” I gasped.

“Ahhhh the Elixir is uuuuh wearing off, I’m turning back into a boy. Get me home quick!”

I hit the accelerator and we sped off, Riley groaning and moaning in the seat next to me. Her blonde hair was darkening and the seams of her clothes were stretching and bursting as her face twisted and changed

I pulled up outside her house and she scrambled out of the car staggering up the steps and into the house. I quickly followed into Richard’s bedroom where Riley was desperately pulling off her clothes.

As she ripped off her top and bra, I was afforded a brief glimpse of a perfect pair of wet dream inducing tits… before they suddenly deflated and sank into her body. A light dusting of hair appeared across her body as muscle piled up and her small slender body began taking back on masculine proportions.

Riley ripped off her jeans and I looked away embarrassed as I caught a brief glimpse of a tiny dick between her legs starting to swell and grow. Her voice was breaking and she threw back her head with a groan as her features morphed back into Richard’s and his body stabilized

“Ohhhh fuck, what a rush” he mumbled dizzily staggering towards his bed and then with a sigh collapsing onto it.

I ran over, but he was already snoring… the transformation back into his usual self leaving him virtually comatose and completely drained.

I tidied up Riley’s clothes… my hands lingering for a moment on her bra and panties… then I hid them under the bed. Pulling the cover over my friend, I couldn’t believe moments ago this had been the hot blonde girl who had sucked my dick.

If only the Elixir had lasted a little longer then I could have finally lost my virginity. I wanted Riley so badly, all thoughts of Abby were gone. I wanted to bury myself in her body and feel her moan as I fucked her. I needed her.

Picking up my friends phone I transferred the pictures of Riley she had taken in my car earlier that day to my own phone and left him to sleep off his transformation.

As I looked at the pictures of the smirking blonde hottie on my phone I felt my cock twitch. Fuck, I was gonna jerk off so much to these photos. I felt like Riley had entered my soul and possessed my senses… I needed her so badly now. I almost seemed to hear her voice giggling in my ear.

Something told me I hadn’t seen the last of Riley yet…

CHAPTER 3

I awoke from a hot steamy dream about Riley sucking me off to a massive morning hard-on and the buzzing of my phone near my ear. It was Sunday and it was 9am… I must have slept right through.

I picked up my mobile and blearily looked at the screen. It was Richard.

I hesitated… this was a conversation I had been dreading. Now that he was back to being a boy, how would we ever go back to our normal relationship after he had sucked my cock?

On the other hand I couldn’t ignore him forever, I decided I better answer it.

“Hello?”

Richard answered… he sounded tired. “Ugggh it’s me. My head is still pounding. Dude, what happened yesterday? I woke up passed out on my bed with makeup all over my face. Did you get with Abby? Did it work?”

“You mean you don’t remember?”

“Maybe something. Just flashes. It all goes a bit blurry. I remember going shopping… I remember going to the beach… then it gets really hard. After that it's just feelings of pleasure and euphoria. It is like being high on drugs and drunk at the same time, it feels so amazing but like you can’t quite remember the details the next day.”

My heart skipped a beat. Richard didn’t remember… he would never know that he had sucked me off OR that we had nearly had sex. I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing.

“Look I’ll come over and we can talk about it,” I coughed, standing up and looking for my things.

“Okay… see you in a bit.”

I hung up and before I put my phone away I briefly flicked through my pics of Riley and felt my dick twitch longingly. She was so pretty… it was a shame I would probably never see her again.

I arrived at Richard’s house and went inside. I found him in his bedroom in a dressing gown rooting through the many bags of shopping I had hidden under his bed. His face was pink and his hair damp, he had obviously had to scrub hard to remove Riley’s makeup.

He was holding a skimpy g string and looking at it in a sort of sick fascination as I entered. Seeing me he instantly reddened and dropped it back into the bag.

“I don’t see why you are embarrassed… you could have fit into those perfectly yesterday,” I laughed.

“Not funny,” he grunted sullenly. “What the hell dude, why did you let me buy all this stuff? There are about eight outfits here… eight outfits I am never gonna need.”

“Well… you never know…” I began.

“No! Forget it. I can’t remember exactly what happened yesterday, but it would be incredibly dangerous to take anymore Elixir ever again. I should have never let you talk me into this in the first place.”

“Oh well…” I managed to force out, “I guess we can return the clothes to the shops… I still have the receipts.”

Richard’s eyes opened wide as I said this . “Wait… you mean you paid for this all? Why would you do that? Oh no.”

“What?” I asked.

“Look, I didn’t think it was worth mentioning yesterday. According to the research notes, when a person takes the Elixir they become incredibly charming and persuasive. Dr Jekyll thought it had something to do with pheromones. The more time you spend with them, the more malleable your mind becomes and the more addicted you get to their presence.”

I raised a whimsical eyebrow. “Oh come off it… that sounds like BS.”

“What… and gender transforming Victorian formulas are completely reasonable? Look, the control starts small… a desire to please and help the other person. Then it transforms into a sexual addiction and desire to please them and be with them all the time. Finally it becomes an almost slavish devotion and desire to serve and obey without question.”

I shrugged. “So what?”

“So I’m worried you were falling under my control yesterday… I didn’t think such a low dose would create the effect. Maybe you are particularly susceptible or something.”

“You are over reacting,” I snorted. “It was my fault you became Riley, so I wanted to help you out. That was the limit of it.”

“If you are sure thats all it was, then fine. But the point remains that things got out of control yesterday” he muttered. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

I shrugged, “Nothing much… just some shopping, we tried the beach but Abby wasn’t interested then we went back home so you could turn back.” He looked at me piercingly. For a minute I thought he was gonna call me out and accuse me of holding something back. Luckily he didn’t.

“Okay, if you say so,” he murmured doubtfully. “Go put all this girly stuff in your car will you? I need to finish getting dressed then we can take it to the store and that will be an end to it. Riley is dead.”

I gathered all the bags, makeup and jewellery Riley had bought together and ferried it to my car. Then Richard appeared and climbed into the passenger seat and we headed off.

We had only gone about half a block when a motor bike suddenly pulled in behind me and started tailgating me. He started gesturing that I should pull over and nervously I did so.

A tall black haired youth in biker leathers sauntered slowly over and I swore as I recognised Travis, Abby’s over protective brother.

“Well well well,” he grinned confidently. “If it isn’t the little maggot that tried to get a date with my sister. Get out of your car.”

I obeyed… Travis was not the sort of guy you wanted to fuck with. “So… Abby tells me you tried to get a date with her yesterday. What the hell is a pathetic little nerd like you doing snooping around my sister? The only reason you aren’t dead is that she tells me your friend… the blonde girl, said you have a tiny pecker. ”

Travis moved menacingly closer. “Which is why I’m here. I want you to do something for me… or I really will kill you. Abby said this girl you were with was the hottest girl she ever saw. I wanna date with your friend… Riley was it? And you better get me a date with her, or I’m gonna break your legs for trying to fuck with my sister. As it is… I’m still gonna break your nose…”

Then just to prove he was serious he punched me hard in the face and sent me falling to the floor.

Stars span and blood gushed. I felt hands helping me up and pushing a cloth into my face to staunch the blood. Then I heard Travis again. “I expect to hear from you by tonight or else I break something else.” Then I was put into my car and I heard Richard mumble something reassuringly into my ear.

By the time my heart finished pounding we were back at Richard’s house and he was helping me into his kitchen.

“Holy shit, I thought that guy had knocked you out,” gasped Richard tossing me an ice pack to put on my bust nose.

“If we don’t do as he says, he probably will.” I groaned. “You have to turn back into Riley and go on a date with him.”

“Are you nuts?” Snapped Richard angrily. “I told you no. No more Riley.”

“Richard, I need you to do this… you better do this!” I snarled.

“No… and you can’t make me,” he retorted.

My jaw now set and my nose still throbbing I swept out of the room and ran to the lab. Grabbing a vial of Elixir I ran back to the kitchen.

“Take it!” I commanded.

“No. Fuck you. Put that back at once… it's dangerous!”

“No… I need you to become Riley again… and if you won’t help me willingly, I’ll make you!”

With a yell I leapt towards Richard and suddenly we were wrestling. Keeping the vial in my hand out of reach I managed to knock Richard to the floor and pin him down.

“Yes… do it… give it all to him,” I seemed to hear Riley’s voice whisper in my ear and suddenly full of triumph I obeyed.

Uncorking the vial I poured it into Richard’s mouth and he gurgled as the delicious pink goop filled his mouth. “Nooooooo!” he gurgled as I forced my hand over his mouth and he swallowed it all.

Richard convulsed and I leapt back. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned. “Ohhhhhhh fuck… feels sooooo good!”

I watched in joy as Richard’s body began to change. It happened faster this time… blonde hair erupting, pink lips parting and breasts growing. Then with a groan, Riley opened her blue eyes and giggled. She looked at me through her long lashes and I felt my heart flutter.

“Oh boy… Richard is gonna be so fucking mad with you. Mmmmh, you just gave me a whole vial… so it’s semi permanent this time.”

She sat up and grinned. “Well… I have a date to get ready for. Go get my clothes out of the car… this is gonna be fun!”

CHAPTER 4

I stood with the empty vial of Elixir in my hand feeling a mix of guilt and excitement.  Richard hadn’t wanted to take the Elixir, but I had forced him to and now Riley was back.  What had I done? 

My heart was still pounding with excitement, but I had just made my best-friend into his hot alter-ego without his permission - what sort of a guy did that make me?  I hated that seeing the girl of my dreams had to be under such circumstances, I had wanted Richard to become Riley again voluntarily… not like this.

Looking up at my stunned expression with her inscrutable blue eyes, Riley jumped lithely to her feet and stretched her hot, young, perfect body.  She admired herself in Richard’s mirror with a grin, running her hands through her blonde hair delightedly and smiling mischievously at me through the reflection in the glass.

“Well you’ve gone and done it now haven’t you?  You brought me back, all just to save your own skin and get what you wanted.  Such a bad boy.”

Riley purred as she said ‘bad boy’ and I felt my dick stiffen almost automatically; God, she was such a hot minx. She seemed different this time, even sexier and more confident.  There was no suggestion, other than the clothes she was wearing, that mere moments ago she had been a boy.

Almost as if she were reading my thoughts, she ran a hand lovingly down her soft skin and shivered at her own touch.

“Ohhhh yes. I feel so fucking good, it’s even better this time.  I feel stronger, sexier and so much more delicious. Poor Richard has no chance of competing with this… being him is so boring. Mmmh, I’m horny and I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy and bringing me back.”

Turning round from the mirror, Riley slowly slid Richard’s top over her head to reveal her perfect breasts and slender body.  Walking over to me she sank to her knees and looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes her hands started to fumble at my crotch.

“W...w...wait what are you doing?” I gasped, as her hands dived into my pants and pulled my stiffening cock out. 

“I’m going to suck your dick again… I enjoyed the taste of your cum last time and I want more.  Just a shame you aren’t bigger, but your cock will do for an appetiser.”

“I thought you couldn’t remember that,” I groaned as I got harder and harder, Riley’s small and perfect hands rhythmically pumping my cock as she spat on my dick to lubricate it.

“Unlike that loser Richard, I remember everything.  I’m superior to him in every way.  Now shut up and let me suck your dick.”  Riley’s pink mouth engulfed my dick and I groaned helplessly as she began to expertly suck and lick my cock.  I knew this was only her second blowjob, but she was like a girl possessed and as she made eye contact with me and her perfumed scent filled my nose I felt the first urges of a shuddering orgasm begin to build

It could only have been a minute or so, but it felt like an hour… a heavenly hour where I had never felt so good. Then suddenly, Riley intensified her sucking, her hands massaging my balls till with a moaning gasp I came in her mouth, my cum squirting out as she eagerly sucked and swallowed every drop till I was fully drained.  

“Good boy,” she breathed, licking her lips and standing slowly up.  Her scent filled my nostrils and she stood confidently in front of me, her legs spread slightly apart and a hand still wrapped round my now floppy cock.

“Did you enjoy that?” she purred, looking deep into my eyes almost hypnotically.

“Yes… yes I loved it.”

“And do you love me baby?”

As she said it, my vision seemed to swim and I almost felt my will being sucked out of me.  I hadn’t believed Richard’s nonsense warnings from before, but suddenly it occurred to me that maybe he was right… maybe I was falling under Riley’s control?  It felt so fucking wonderful…

“Yes… I love you.”

Riley smiled and shivered, seemingly getting off on the fact that I was under her spell.  

“That makes me very happy,” she smiled bitchily, “In fact it makes me so happy that I am going to help you baby.  I’ll get dressed and then you can drive me to Travis.  Don’t worry, I’ll get that horrible bully to leave you alone… now bring me my things, I need to freshen up and get ready.”

I went down to the car and retrieved all of Riley’s clothes and makeup.  Then she made me wait downstairs whilst she washed, showered and got ready for her date.  When she finally came downstairs I was amazed at how sexy she looked.  I hadn’t thought it was possible, but now she was even hotter than before.

Riley had lots more makeup on than last time and her tiny blonde body was pushed up by the sexiest pair of  calfskin cowboy boots I had ever seen.  She had a disgracefully short denim mini skirt on with a rhinestone belt around the rim and a tiny little crop top that barely covered her midriff or her arms and showed off the curve of her tits perfectly. 

“How do I look?” she giggled, striking a sexy pose and causing my dick to get hard again.

“I errr, I ummmm,” I floundered, not knowing what to say.

“Oh, it’s okay baby you can say it… I look slutty don’t I? Don’t worry, I think I like being a slut.  Mmmmh, it feels good to be uninhibited, unlike that pathetic dweeb Richard.  When you’re this hot and this perfect, why not flaunt yourself and enjoy the pleasure of being sexy?”

Strutting past me to my car, Riley climbed impatiently into the passenger's seat and tapped her fingers on the dash.  “Well… come on then, we mustn't keep Travis waiting.”  

I started the engine and we drove off.  My head was reeling… things were suddenly going far too fast.  What had started as an innocent and fun experiment to get with the girl of my dreams, had swiftly run out of control.  I wanted to stop and think, take stock of this situation and work out what was happening, but Riley’s scent seemed to fill my head and I couldn’t think properly.  This was still my friend Richard and I knew I should protect him, but now he had become this super confident and sexy girl, I couldn’t seem to control him… if anything, she was in control of me.

“Here we are,” grinned Riley as we pulled up on the street outside the Travis household.  “I bet he wasn’t expecting his date to be so soon.  I think it’s best that I go and talk to this bonehead, I’ll be all nice and sweet to him and convince him to leave you alone.  You better wait here, I may be a while.”

Clopping out of the car, Riley blew me a kiss and then strutting to the door of the house knocked.  I saw Travis open the door and his eyes go wide as he took in the sexy bitch on his doorstep.  Riley giggled and played with her hair.  I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a few minutes of talk on the doorstep - she stepped into the house and disappeared with the school bully.

I sat in the car waiting as ordered.  Minutes dragged by, but I waited. Riley’s scent seemed to linger on the air and I simply sat and obeyed.  Then minutes became half an hour, but still I waited, almost in a trance.  Half an hour became an hour and finally I began to come round as if from a daze.  “What the fuck am I doing?” I muttered to myself. “She might be in trouble, I have to check.”

Climbing out of my car I walked nervously to the property.  If Travis caught me creeping around, he might attack me again - so I decided to sneak around and see if I could find a window and see in. I just wanted to check that Riley was safe.

As I neared the house, I saw that there was a large window at the back that opened out onto a view of the kitchen/living room.  Creeping closer I began to hear strange noises emerging from the open window and as I got closer I recognised Riley’s voice. Peering through the glass my heart nearly stopped as I saw into the living room and the scene within made me want to throw up in horror.

Travis was lying naked on his back on a large mattress he had pulled into the room. His huge eight inch cock was standing fully to attention and above him, her tight virgin pussy impaled deep upon his cock was Riley.  She ground her shaven pussy on his dick, making him groan as she threw back her head and moaned like a slut.

“Yes, OH FUCK YES! Your cock is so good, it’s so big and feels amazing within me.  So much better than that pathetic nerd cock I’ve had to suck up to now.” 

Giggling and moaning, Riley bounced up and down on Travis’ big dick and to my horror I felt myself get hard as I couldn’t tear my eyes away.  It was like something out of a porn film, she looked so good on his superior dick and I couldn’t seem to stop watching as she creamed repeatedly all over his dick.  She was moaning and gasping and before I knew it I had my dick in my hand and I was pumping it in time to every thrust into Riley’s tight pussy.  I began imagining I was fucking her, longing for it to be me.  It was so hot to stand here in the yard jerking off to Riley, she was so fucking hot.  I couldn’t believe what an evil slut she was being, fucking the bully and betraying me and Richard like this.

“Yes, cum inside me baby…” moaned Riley, grinding her hips like a pornstar and suddenly she looked straight at me.  I couldn’t break her gaze as she smiled maliciously and I realised she knew I had been watching her all this time. “Cum now,” she commanded, “cum for me... “ and I knew that she wasn’t just talking to Travis.  I groaned as my cum spurted out of my dick, almost in exact unison with Travis as he pumped his cum into Riley and she threw back her head and moaned with pure unadulterated lust.

“YESSSSS, ohhhh FUCK YESSSSSSSS!”

Released from Riley’s spell, I urgently crammed my still dripping dick into my pants and hurried to the car.  What the hell was I doing?  I was a mix of rage and despair.  By rights I should drive off and leave the bitch here, I couldn’t believe what she had done.  But this was still my friend and this was all my fault, I couldn’t abandon him/her… whatever they were now.

After a few minutes, Riley suddenly emerged from the house and swaying over to me climbed into the car.  Her makeup was a mess and she grinned at me as she tried to sort her hair out.  “His cum is still dripping out of me, I didn’t bother to clean up - just put my panties on and left. You wanna see?”

“You bitch, how could you do this?” I snarled.

“I thought you loved me?” laughed Riley, batting her lashes at me and then laughing cruelly.

“Oh for fucks sake, grow up.  What did you think I was gonna do in there?  You wanted Travis off your back - well, he’s gonna be my new boyfriend so you needn’t worry about him, unless you piss me off of course.  He’s such a good fuck, and being the girl of the school bully will make me super popular.  I already have another date arranged with him and I can’t wait.”

“You’re insane,” I gasped, “You don’t even exist. You can’t go to school or have a boyfriend.  You’re really Richard and he’s not gonna want to date Travis.  This can’t happen!”

“We’ll see about that,” purred Riley. “Oh and I wasn’t kidding earlier, so I’ll ask again.  Do you still love me?” She leaned close and her scent filled the air. I felt the strange lethargy and lack of willpower I had felt earlier overcome me.  Her scent filled my head and I felt my anger fade.  If Riley wanted to fuck a guy with a big dick, who was I to stop her?  

“Ye...yes I still love you. I… I guess it isn’t my business if you want to have sex with Travis.”

“That’s right baby, it isn’t.  I know you’re just jealous of us, but don’t worry, I’ll still suck your average little dick.  Just do as I say and you’ll find things are much simpler.  You’re completely right though, I have a lot of work to do now ‘becoming real’.  We have lots to do and I’m going to need your help.  Now drive me back home so we can get started. I have an idea from something I read in the Jekyll instructions and I think it’s just what I need...”

CHAPTER 5

I had fucked up.  No… I had really fucked up.

There was no other way of putting it.  I had turned my best-friend Richard into an evil man-eating slut… and now I was completely in love with her.  Riley was the girl of my dreams (or nightmares) and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.  Too bad that Richard and Riley couldn’t both exist at the same time. Or were they already the same person?  It was so confusing, Riley was like Richard in some ways… but each time she changed she seemed different… more ‘her’ somehow. She was certainly becoming more wicked, evil and bitchy with every transformation. I wondered when she would turn back into Richard and I felt my insides churn… he wasn’t going to be happy about all this.

“What are you thinking about?” purred Riley as she watched me intently from her the sofa and I turned to look at her.  It was two hours since we had got back from Travis’s place and Riley was reading through all the notes we had on the Elixir.  Right now though her head was lifted up to look at me and I felt my heart beat a little faster as her eyes locked with mine.

Her gorgeous eyes were still the same colour as Richard’s, but they seemed deeper, more compelling and whenever I looked into them I felt myself falling helplessly under her spell.

“You…” I answered truthfully.

She smiled, pleased by vanity and perhaps some other emotion that I couldn’t quite place.  “Good - don’t ever stop thinking about me. I like that you are obsessed with me. But enough navel gazing, come assist me in the lab… we have work to do.”

I felt a little foolish as we squeezed into the secret lab and Riley went to work with the alchemical apparatus.  She seemed to mixing up a new batch of Elixir, only this one seemed to have a subtly different tinge to it.  I handed her the chemicals and equipment she demanded and within an hour she had completed her new brew.

To my surprise, once she had completed the slightly lavender liquid, she didn’t drink it but instead dabbed it onto her wrists and neck. 

“I thought that was Elixir you were making,” I queried as a strangely intense smell filled the small room and I felt my head go dizzy.  It smelt like Riley’s delicious body scent, the one that always drove me so wild, but five times more intense and overpowering. 

“A close relative,” she smirked watching me closely and not failing to notice the almost euphoric state I was in.  “A perfume designed to mix with and intensify certain secretions my body already produces and massively enhance their speed and effectiveness.  Of course, you’ve already been exposed longer than anyone - but if anything it seems to be making you more susceptible.”

I could barely understand a word my Goddess was saying.  I just wanted to fall down before her and grovel and worship her.  

“Mmmmh, I like the way you are looking at me. Complete obedience, like you’re going to cum your pants for me.  This stuff really works, I bet I could make you do anything. Ooooh, actually why don’t you cum your pants for me?”

I groaned as my dick pulsed and I orgasmed, a simple command from my Goddess causing hot sticky cum to gush into my pants as she looked at me with wicked amusement on her face.  Riley smiled with barely contained glee. “Oh fuck, this is so fucking hawt.  With this perfume I can make people do ANYTHING! Hahahaha, no wonder precious little Daddy didn’t want anyone playing with the Elixir.  But it’s too late now Daddy… good little Richard is rapidly being destroyed and soon only I… your new daughter Riley will remain!”

Looking at me with amused disgust, Riley pointed towards the bathroom. “Go clean up your mess, take all your clothes off and come back when you’re done…  I have an idea.”

As soon as I was out of the room, away from that intoxicating smell… my senses returned somewhat and I felt acute embarrassment at what I had done.  And yet still I felt the need, the desire to do what Riley told me.  In the bathroom I used toilet paper to soak up as much of the cum as I could and then I threw it into the toilet and flushed it away.  Peeling off my clothing, I heaped it into a pile and walked back into Riley’s bedroom.

She laughed at me as I entered naked and then indicated her lingerie on the bed. “Seeing as you fouled your own clothes, I want you to put on my bra and panties.  I think you’ll enjoy wearing them.  Don’t you think you’ll look cute in my clothes?  I think this is secretly what you wanted when you came in your pants…”

I nodded, even though I knew full well there were clothes of Richard’s I could wear… if Riley wanted me to dress like a sissy, who was I to refuse?  Resistance was useless. My cock was hard again as I walked over to the bed and with shaking hands picked up Riley’s soft cotton panties.  These had been on her Goddess like body and now I was going to wear them.  They were so pretty and part of me was jealous I didn’t have a slim sexy body like hers to squeeze into them.

Indeed, her panties were far too small for me, but they stretched to fit… even if they did crush my balls a bit. My dick was still hard and stretching her panties out at the front. Sliding her matching bra around my chest, I struggled to fasten it as she watched amused from her seat in the corner as she picked up her phone and began taking photos of me.

“Well, well, well… what a little sissy you are.”

Leaning forward intently, I whimpered as Riley’s scent filled my head and I helplessly fell deeper into her powerful spell.

“Listen carefully to me, you are now completely addicted to wearing my clothing, especially my panties under your own clothing.  As long as you have my panties on, you are under my control.  Even when I turn back into Richard, when you have my panties on… you will still serve me. When you wear girls clothes you feel so sexy and slutty… it’s addictive and you want more.  You long to be a pretty little slut and have all the boys want you. Now tell me who you love?”

“I love you Riley,” I whimpered. “I will do anything for you. I want to wear your clothes and be pretty.”

“Good,” she giggled.  “Now I think it’s time for your reward for being such a good boy,”

We went into her room and we lay on the bed.  Riley straddled me and I groaned as she slid her hands around my cock and slowly began jerking my dick up and down.  It felt so amazing, but she slowed down and forced me to edge as I neared climax.  Just as I was about to cum… she stopped and I groaned helplessly as a tiny dribble of cum leaked out of the tip of my cock and my orgasm was ruined.

Laughing she took out her phone and took more photos as I lay there and she grinned at me

“This cock belongs to me now,” purred Riley evilly, “and you won’t cum unless I say.  You belong to me now baby, you’re mine…”  

“Now I want you to sleep and whilst you sleep I want you to listen to my voice…” I felt myself drifting to sleep as Riley whispered into my ear. Occasionally her hand would stroke my cock again, edging me and bringing me to the brink of pleasure before stopping.  She was murmuring something so delicious that I fell into the most wonderful erotic dream of my life.  That’s it baby, my voice is inside you now… your thoughts are becoming my thoughts.  We are as one… 

Slowly, I drifted into a hypnotic sleep whilst Riley whispered her delicious poison into my mind…  Hours must have passed, but eventually - a sound awoke me.

It was the sound of Riley moaning in of pain, and leaping to my feet I ran to find her in the living room.  She must have finished with me and gone out, who knows how long ago.  But now Riley lay on the floor screaming and arching her back as her bones popped and her skin shifted.  I watched in horror as she grew larger, her breasts deflating and her hair shortening.  Richard’s face pushed out as Riley fought to maintain control… “Nooooo I don’t ahhhhh wanna go back to being a stupid boy,” she groaned… but she was losing the battle as her fingernails shortened and muscles spread across her slender body giving her a male physique.  “Ooooh remember to wear my clothes,” she moaned with a final effort then she was gone.

I watched as Richard’s dick pushed out of Riley’s pussy and her voice lowered and broke till with a final groaning gasp, Richard regained full control and panting slowly he raised himself groggily to his feet.  For a second he was disorientated… then he was back in the present and very, very angry.

“You bastard… what have you done to MEEEE!” he screamed as his eyes focused on me and he saw what I was wearing.  “Holy shit, what have you done to yourself?”

With a snarl of rage he ran at me, and pinning me against the wall looked into my eyes.  “You forced me to take more Elixir and now I’m cursed! I can’t remember half of what that bitch made me do, but I do know one thing.  She’s evil and she’s getting stronger. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”

With a heave I managed to get him off me and we stood panting looking at each other.

“Look at yourself,” he groaned, “You’re wearing her fucking lingerie.  You’re her fucking slave and God knows what she has planned for you, take that sluts clothes off at once and have some decency.” 

Do as he says for now… but when he isn’t looking put on my g-string. It’s there by the bed… I was wearing it before Travis fucked me.  

I groaned… I didn’t know if Riley’s voice in my head was real or not… how could it be… but it didn’t matter.  I had to obey it.  She must have fucked me up so badly whilst I slept that some aspect of her pysche was whispering poison into my ears… saying the things she might say if she was here.  I was so under her spell that she was with me at all times now.

Richard was busily putting oh his clothes and I grabbed mine, but before he could see it, I had slid on Riley’s g-string and had it on under my jeans before he knew it. They felt so naughty, riding up into my butt.  A little piece of Riley… corrupting me still, making me want to obey her.

“That twisted bitch could have anything in mind for you.” panted Richard.  “You have to help me… you have to help me destroy her.  If we don’t act soon, she may become so strong that… I’ll become her permanently and you’ll be enslaved to her forever.  I wish you’d never convinced me to take the Elixir.  But there’s still hope… lets go get the research from the lab, I’m sure there is a cure somewhere in there.”

Mmmmh, good boy.  You love wearing girls panties don’t you?  So much hotter and so easy for a boy to pull to one side whilst he slides his big dick into you.

Oh he is sooooo boring, purred Riley into my mind.  You’re going to help make him into me aren’t you? I can’t wait to get free again and become even sluttier. And I just know you want me to keep making you naughtier too.   I groaned at the thought of corrupting Richard again and again until only Riley was left… watching her giggle as Richard was destroyed and she became the Goddess I needed her to be.  Then she would corrupt me too and make me even more perverted… it would feel soooo good.

I could barely concentrate on reality, my head was so full of naughty cross-dressing thoughts.  My dick was so hard in Riley’s panties I could barely stand it.

Later on, you should put on my bra and my stockings too.  You’ll need to shave your legs first, but I just know you’ll love them.  Ooooh and there are some false French nails just waiting for you on my bedroom table. 

We walked to the secret room but what we found there was chaos.  Whilst I had been sleeping Riley must have visited the room.  It was trashed.  She had destroyed and burned in the fire any documents that might have helped us.  Others were missing and we had no way of knowing where she had taken them.  The Elixir was missing and the apparatus to make more, or any sort of cure with it.

“The only hope now,” muttered Richard, “Is to call my Dad and tell him about everything we have done.  He has been the guardian of the Elixir for a long time, I’m sure he will know what to do.  He’s gonna kill both of us though!”

I wasn’t really listening.  In my mind I could hear Riley whispering evil thoughts to me… thoughts that were so delicious to listen to… promises that were making me so horny.

You know why I wanted you to wear my panties don’t you?  I want you to wear all my clothes… dress up like a slutty girl because we both know its what you want too.  I want you to wear my makeup and be a slut just like me.. yesss baby, I want you to become exactly like me.  We’ve always been friends and soon we’ll be sluts together.  You’re going to help me corrupt Richard fully into me, then I’m gonna help you become a hot girl too.  

As I stood looking at Richard, I felt my head spinning.  Things were starting to get more twisted and I didn’t know if I could resist Riley’s evil offer.   Did she really want me to become a hot teenage slut like her, or was this just another one of her games to control me?  I should be helping my friend resist her, but she was making me come to her side and I didn’t know if I could stop her.

Don’t worry babe, you’re going to love being an evil girl.  It’s easy. We’re gonna have so much fun together.  And it all starts tonight after Daddy gets home.

I had a feeling that things were about to get a lot more crazy… but there was nothing I could do to stop it now… even if I wanted.

PART 6

At the same time that Riley was inside my head controlling me, Richard seemed to be fully back in control of himself and completely back to normal.  We stood in his living room whilst he explained that his Father, the original guardian of the Elixir would probably know how to make a cure that could stop him ever becoming a girl again and that he needed my help.

It was only moments since Richard had returned, but I already missed my Mistress with all my heart.  I was her cross-dressing little bitch now and my only purpose was to ensure her dominance of Richard and help her become the blonde Goddess she deserved to be.  Such a good boy, such a hot little slut.  Soon you’ll get to know how good it feels to be a bitch… I promise - whispered her soothing voice in my mind.

I was barely listening.  My head was full of Riley’s whispers. I felt like a puppet being controlled by another person and the worst thing was, I liked it.  Under my male clothes I could feel Riley’s g-string and as long as it was in contact with my body I was aroused and susceptible to her desires.  She had programmed me - like a robot - and now I was hopelessly under her control, even though Richard was back to normal - Riley was still with me.

“Are you even listening to me?” snapped Richard as he walked up to me. “This is all your fault, so you could at least do me the courtesy of helping me out.  I need you to stay here and keep looking for where that bitch might have hidden the Elixir and the equipment.  It’s imperative that you find any hiding places and then put any vials somewhere where I don’t know where they are.  Otherwise she might take control of me again and make me drink more.  Each time the effects get worse… a few more doses and I might get stuck as that slut forever.  In the meantime I’m gonna go out and look for my Dad… he’s not answering his phone.  If he gets home before me, stall him and get me back here at once.”

Whilst Richard left the house to look for his Dad, the voice of Riley in my head guided me to Richard’s bedroom.  I found the floorboard she directed me to and prised it up, revealing a cubby-hole containing a single vial of Elixir and a small bottle of her pheromone enhancing perfume . The Elixir vial looked slightly different to what I expected.  The consistency seemed different and it was honey blonde colour instead of pink.  The smell of the perfume wafting from the other bottle made my compulsion to serve my Goddess grow and almost sent me into a trance.

Ohhhh, we’ll stall him all right. The only threat to us now is Richard’s Dad - Henry.  He knows more about the Elixir than any living person and he could create a cure to rid his son of me forever,  But - he’s still a man and he could be enslaved through our pheromones.  Then we could use his talents to make more powerful Elixir that could make me even stronger.  Luckily for us, I’m pretty talented too and before I turned back to that fool, not only did I imprint this version of me in your mind - I made you a little gift. Go get it

I made that vial using a strand of my sexy blonde hair.  It contains my DNA but it’s highly unstable and won’t last long.  Drinking it will turn you into a physical and mental copy of me for about two hours.  That’s right baby - you’re finally gonna get to know how it feels to be a hot girl. Isn’t that what you secretly wanted?  Once you become me, we can have some real fun.

I gasped and nearly cummed my panties at the thought of becoming Riley.  My Mistress wanted me to transform into her?  The thought of her emerging from me, of me becoming a horny little bitchy slut to corrupt and enslave Henry’s dad was so hot.  My hands were shaking with anticipation.

You see  - what Richard doesn’t realise is I changed all the numbers in his phone.  He thinks he is ringing his father, but he’s not.  We know the real number, so lets lure Henry to the house and then enslave him.  I’m relying on you here baby, so don’t let me down.  Once he’s here, set me free - you’re going to enjoy being me soooooo much.

Picking up my phone I sent Henry’s dad a text begging him to come home quick as Richard was in trouble.  It didn’t take long for him to reply and soon he was on his way.  Meanwhile I gathered some of Riley’s clothes and makeup and sat in the living room.  Put my clothes on first -  Henry won’t be here for a while yet and we don’t want to waste any ‘me’ time.

I shivered as I ripped off my clothes till I was only wearing Riley’s g-string.  Then I swapped out my underwear for a frilly pink bra and matching panties.  It felt so naughty to be putting on a girls clothes, and my cock was rock hard at the thought of what was about to happen.  The underwear didn’t fit well.., my larger body was stretching it out a bit - but I was confident that I could squeeze into the clothes for now.  Once I transformed, they would fit me like a glove - I couldn’t wait..

I pulled on a cute pink camisole and slid a plaid skirt on.  Now I looked like some slutty college girl and that made my cock leak as I shivered and pulled on Riley’s knee length white socks.   I couldn’t put her sneakers on yet - my feet were far too big - so instead I put on some of her jewelry and makeup - a cute pink choker round my neck and smokey eye makeup with pink eyeshadow.

I was putting the finishing touches to my makeup when I heard a car pulling up in the drive.  It was time. Okay baby - time to become me.  Drink up and see how you like being Riley.  Uncorking the vial of Elixir I eagerly obeyed and drank it down like sweet honey.  Instantly I groaned as I felt my body burn with an erotic fire.  I had seen Richard transform several times now, but now I knew exactly how it felt, as my insides squirmed pleasurably.  Yesssss, transform you little slut… become a bitch, it feels good doesn’t it?

I nearly orgasmed at the sensation of being a slut, I felt so good - so naughty and perfect.  Mmmmmh, this was so much better than being some dumb boy.

“Ohhhhhh fuck, yesssss,” I heard my mouth gasp as my body became smaller and the clothes settled more comfortably on my body.   Riley’s bitchy DNA was coursing through my body, overwriting me and transforming me into her.  I felt my lips curve into a slutty grin as I giggled and rubbed my shrinking cock through my panties.  Blonde hair fell around my head as I was corrupted and changed into a horny girl, my small perfect tits pushing outwards and Riley’s devious personality overwriting mine.  Yesssss, that’s it… you’re me now - you’re RILEY!

“Yes, my plan worked perfectly,” I giggled stretching sluttily as my fingernails lengthened and my useless cock finally sucked inside to leave a tight, wet pussy.  The voice in my head was gone now - for a good reason.  I was Riley now… or at least a version of her.  Of course I knew in my heart that I wasn’t the real her and soon I would turn back into that useless boy, so I had to move fast.  

“Don’t worry real me, I’ll make sure you win against Richard,” I giggled as I reached down to pick up the perfume and dab plenty onto my wrists and neck.  Soon I stunk of the stuff, but now I was a hot bitch, I was completely immune.  Anyone else who smelt it would be enslaved to my desires and my first target was Henry.

I only had time to slip my sneakers on and sit on the couch, before he entered and walked over.

“What the hell is going on?  I get some strange message from my sons friend saying he’s in danger and then I find some girl here. Wait… you look familiar… you aren’t… holy shit Richard, you didn’t take Elixir did you?”

“Ohhhhh don’t worry,” I grinned standing up and swaying over to Henry.  “I’m not really your son - so you don’t need to feel bad about wanting to fuck me.”

The smell of my perfume rose around Henry’s head and he moaned as he breathed it deep.  The effects were stunningly effective and quick too.  In a matter of moments, Henry was completely enslaved and I led him over to the sofa as his cock strained within his pants.

“Ironic really - all those years you guarded the Elixir and stopped anyone using it… such a waste.  You could have been enjoying yourself and becoming a hot slut like me.  Never mind - now you have me to make you feel better and help you enjoy the benefits, I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll never want to fuck another girl ever again.

Leaning over the sofa I unbuttoned Henry’s fly and smiling slowly wrapped my hot pink lips around his cock - which had quickly sprung out.  He was a nice size actually and I grinned as I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy moisten.  This was going to be fun.  Henry moaned as I began to suck and lick the tip of his dick, more of my scent filling his head as he growled appreciatively and fell more under my control. I sucked and slurped, deep throating him and showing him what a slut I was.

“Ohhhh fuck, you little slutty bitch - you’re enslaving me and it feels so good.  Ahhhh damn that son of mine - he’s let things get out of control and now I can’t resist you… uuuggghh Mistress.”

“Shhhhhh, just relax baby and let me make you mine” I grinned popping his cock out of my mouth and coming around the other side of the chair.  “Now I’m going to slide my tight wet pussy onto your big cock.  As I fuck you - I want you to tell me how I can accelerate the Elixir effects to cause permanent corruption.”

“Nooooo, I can’t tell you that,” gasped Henry - heroically resisting as I slowly slid my sopping wet cunt onto his dick and with a satisfied purr began to ride him cowgirl style.  

“Of course you can darling,” I smirked using my sex and my powers to bend him to my will.  “I want to know how to completely destroy the male half and let the female half have complete dominance.”

“Uggghhhhhh, ohhhh fuck your pussy is soooo tight.  I’m in heaven.  Ohhhh Mistress - please forgive what I said earlier.  I’ll tell you anything. Continued use of Elixir without the cure will cause it, but if you want to accelerate the process - stimulating the subject sexually whilst giving them Elixir should work...”

I grinned as Henry spilled his secrets and then he spilled his cum into me… it felt so nice as it oozed up into my new pussy.

“Thank you Henry - that felt nice.  Now then go to your room for a rest.  Your Mistress will return soon to give you your orders.”  Henry’s cum still dripping down my thighs, I got up and walked over to the kitchen where I retrieved a vial of proper Elixir from where the other me had hidden it earlier.  I hadn’t dared leave it out in case the stupid boy I used to be got big ideas about becoming a slut, but as long as I was Riley - it was safe to hold.  Now I just needed to get this into Richard and bring him to the height of pleasure.  Then at last I would win!

“Hey - what the fuck is going on - I can’t find my Dad anywhere and then I see his car in the drive and… holy shit - you’re… you’re Riley - but how?” gasped a voice from the doorway and I turned to see Richard standing with a shocked expression on his face.

Strutting over I giggled and gave him a good view of my body.  “I can’t believe you wouldn’t want to be me Richard, I’m so much better than you.  You see - I took over your pathetic friend and turned him into me temporarily.  His mind is so soft now, I can program him to be anything. Once I’ve won full control of our body and he changes back, I’m going to make him into my slutty sissy bitch as his reward.  Oh and don’t think anyone else can help.  If you’re looking for Daddy - he’s enslaved to me now, just like your friend is.”

“I’ll never become you bitch!” snarled Richard. “I’ll stop you somehow,”

“Tsk tsk, don’t be so babyish.  It’s time to put aside your manhood and embrace the advantages that being a girl can give you. What you won’t admit to anyone is that it’s what you really want - but I know you Richard - I AM YOU… and soon you will be too…”  I pulled the vial of Elixir out from behind my back.  “So it’s time to drink up and become me forever… time to be a slut baby.” 

I ran over and barreled into him knocking him down.  The scent rising from my body didn’t seem to affect him at all - that was irritating. Maybe him being the original me made him immune somehow - even when male.  No matter,  I would have to win this battle through aggression.  Richard was bigger and stronger than me, but I was a wild slut and I wouldn’t let anything stop me as I headbutted him and he groaned as his head hit the floor.  

His mouth was open as I smashed him in the face again, then before he could react I poured the entire vial of Elixir into his mouth.  He swallowed reflexively and I giggled with glee as I slid down his body and ripped his pants down, stuffing his cock into my mouth.

“NOOOOO!” screamed Richard as I began to suck his cock and his transformation began.  I knew that the added sexual stimulation would lock the transformation and he would become me forever.  All I had to do was make him cum.

Richard was moaning and squealing, his body cracking and changing.  His cock was shrinking in my mouth but I could feel his cum erupting out as I sucked and sucked, giggling madly.  Finally with an earsplitting moan of pure pleasure, Richard began to orgasm fully and he dug his sharpened fingernails into my head as I felt his cock vanish and my own wet slit open between his legs.

I looked up, some of Richard’s cum still dripping down my chin, and gazed into my own sexy features. The original Riley grinned at me.  “Well done, I see my plan worked absolutely perfectly.  But now I think it’s time for you to go back to being a boy.  Now what was that trigger word - oh yes… WORM!”

The word seemed to burn in my ears and I screamed as my body shook.  Suddenly I remembered I wasn’t really Riley.  My sexy body was reverting back to normal and I groaned in despair as my cock pushed out of my groin and I lost all of my sexual powers.   Now I was just some dumb sissy boy with cum on his chin, dressed in lingerie and stinking of mind controlling perfume that was already having a warping effect on my mind.

Goddess Riley looked down at me and grinned.  “Poor boy. Only your betrayal and help has allowed me to win.  I have so much to thank you for.  It was you who created me and helped me grow by convincing Richard to drink Elixir. It was also you who taught me being a bitch felt so good by showing me how fun it was to control a boy.  Bit by bit, Richard fed my power till I was stronger than even him.  Now I have replaced him and it feels good.”

I whimpered as Riley advanced.  “Oh… but don’t worry my pet.  Now that my father is under my control, I’ll learn more about the Elixir and what it can do.    I’ll plumb its secrets and find ways to use my powers for my own gain.  And you - my faithful friend.  I think I like you being a slutty little sissy - but there’s definitely room for improvement. A version of the Elixir that gives you tits and a girls body, but leaves your little cock behind… I think that’s what we need.”

I nodded obediently as Riley stroked my head.  “Mmmmh, think I’ll call Travis round for a celebratory fuck.  Then we can get to work on your transformation.”

I could have resisted - I could have done something to stop her.  But I had learned the hard way.  Anway who stood in Riley’s way… well… they were on a hiding to nothing…  

THE END

[reesiereads]

The fact the children are the ones who are punished in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has never made sense to me. Like isn’t the whole point that the parents are the ones at fault for the children’s behavioral issues and struggles? Every fucking song describes how the parents caused the problem.

The Gloops never taught Augustus self-control. The Beauregardes pushed and pushed on Violet to be the best to the point she valued being number one over her own safety. The Salts spoil Veruca to hell and back to the point she doesn’t understand the world doesn’t revolve around her. The Teavees neglect Mike and allowed him to essentially be raised on television and the internet, leading to him growing up too fast and not developing any social skills.

Like, don’t get me wrong, the children aren’t entirely exempt from their own actions, but I was under the impression catcf was supposed to be a cautionary tale? Like “raise your children properly as they will become a result of what you allow.”

I guess you could argue punishing the kids is meant to shock the adults into change since they’re being forced to face the absolute worst sides of their own children, which they created. However this, to me anyway, doesn’t work with all of Wonka’s vindictiveness? If Wonka agrees the children’s behaviors aren’t their fault then why would he punish them? It doesn’t seem fair?

Because traumatizing/killing children for their bad behavior literally does nothing to help them because, as the source material is literally trying to say, their behavior is stimming from their parents poor parenting. So why isn’t it that the parents are punished and forced to change so that the children may then change under better parenting?

Not only that but the things Wonka punishes the children for are sorta arbitrary, particularly in Augustus’ case. You’re telling me Augustus deserves to fucking drown because he happens to eat a lot and is fat? By this logic if you told me Wonka decided to kill off Charlie just because he’s poor and spent that dollar he found on what he wanted instead of his family I wouldn’t even be surprised!

Obviously I’m taking it too seriously, it’s not that deep, but I stand by my stance that the parents should have received the children’s punishments.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Three

Masterlist

"(Y/N)!!! Hurry! Hurry!" cried Charlie who was waiting with his parents.

"One second! I'm coming!"

You were finishing styling your long hair (Y/H/C). You put your hairbrush on the bedside table before leaving your room to join the Bucket family. All eyes were on you. You ran your hands nervously over your new skirt.

"It suits me well?" you asked with an embarrassed smile.

"You're so beautiful," Charlie said smiling at you.

"A beautiful young woman" commented Grandma Josephine.

"Maybe you'll finally find a man for a husband," joked Grandpa George.

"Pop," growled Mr. Bucket.

"Come on kids. We gotta get going before we're late," Mrs. Bucket said as she picked up the coats. "Let's go! Let's go!"

You kissed your grandparents who wished you a good day. You were uncomfortable when you kissed Grandpa Joe who patted your back. He refused to talk to you or even look at you. It wasn't your fault it was also your dream to meet Willy Wonka. You were wishing your grandparents a good day, leaving the cabin with your uncle, your aunt and Charlie. The boy was more excited than you, literally making you run to get to the chocolate factory as quickly as possible. Your excitement subsided when you saw the crowd gathering in front of the gates. You showed them your golden ticket. The police let you pass and put you in line with the other families. Charlie took your hand looking shyly at the other children. Beside them, you were doing a bit of a task. Augustus was eating his chocolate with his mouth wide open, Violet was chewing gum loudly, Mike was tapping his foot nervously and Veruca was ordering her father to move the clock forward so he could go inside.

"Badly behaved children," you thought as you pulled Charlie closer to you.

You and Charlie turned one last time to see Mr. and Mrs. Bucket waving at each other and blowing kisses. At ten o'clock sharp, the gates of the chocolate factory opened. Your hand tightened around Charlie's.

"Please enter!"

The group entered quickly, passing the huge gate.

"Come forward"

The group advanced to the huge gates.

"Close the gates!"

The gates closed with an ominous creak as the group continued to advance to the doors.

"Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. Who am I? Well..."

The group stopped in front of the huge doors that revealed huge red velvet curtains, which opened on a musical puppet show that sang the glory of Willy Wonka. Your gaze fell on Charlie. The boy was looking at you as perplexed as you. The other parents and children were also perplexed, except Mrs. Gloop and her son. The end of the show was ludicrous, a firework was triggered which set fire to the puppets, melting them and making their eyes pop out of their sockets. The music distorted before finally shutting up. What had just happened? The group was snapped out of their minds by hearing someone giggle and clap frantically. All eyes fell on the man who was smiling with all his perfectly white and perfectly aligned teeth. Your eyes widened when you saw that the excited man was none other than the strange man who had helped you and offered the clothes you were wearing. The man was quickly climbing the stairs, carefully observing his guests.

"Who are you?" Violet asked with an unpleasant tone.

"Willy Wonka," you say in a small voice.

"Really?" Charlie asked under his breath.

Willy observed his guests with a huge smile, his breathing was noisy. His gaze met yours. You quickly looked away, preferring to focus on your new shoes. God, that was terribly embarrassing.

"Good morning, starshine! The Earth says hello!"

The guests watched Willy Wonka in awkward silence. Seeing this, the famous chocolatier rummaged in his coat to pull out small cards.

"Dear guests, greetings. Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand," he said, holding out his hand to his guests when he realized he shouldn't have said that line. He quickly retracted his hand. "My name is Willy Wonka."

"Then shouldn't you be up there?" Veruca asked, pointing to the throne that had appeared during the show.

"I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, now, couldt I, little girl?"

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie called, taking a step forward. "I don't know if you remember, but our grandfather worked in your chocolate factory."

"Was he one of tose despicable spies who every day tried to steal my life's work and sell it to tose parasitic copycat candy making cads?" he asked in a harsh and threatening tone.

By reflex, you put your arm around your cousin, drawing him towards you, glaring severely at the chocolatier. Willy lifted his head slightly, meeting your eyes (Y/E/C). You held his gaze, daring him to go after your Charlie.

"N-no, sir," Charlie replied shyly.

"Good! Say hello to him," Willy replied cheerfully. "Let's get a move on, kids!"

Willy turned his back on his guests, rushing into his chocolate factory at a rapid pace. Seeing this, everyone quickly caught up with the famous chocolatier. Augustus asked him if he wanted to know their first name. To which Willy replied that he didn't see the point before changing the subject, saying that they had a lot to do. The group arrived in a huge corridor and were struck by the sweltering heat.

"Just drop your coats anywhere," Willy said pulling off his long red velvet jacket which he threw on the floor along with his weird sunglasses.

"Mr. Wonka. It sure is toasty in here," Mr. Teavee said, removing his jacket.

"What?" asked the chocolatier, turning to the man. "Oh! Yes! I have to keep it warm in here because my workers are used to an extremely hot climate. They just can't stand the cold."

"Who are the workers?" Charlie asked curiously.

"All in good time," he said before looking at you. "Now..."

You felt your cheeks blush when you saw his eyes for the first time. He was looking you up and down, a proud smile stretching his lips. The chocolatier started walking, crossing the huge hallway when Violet hugged him. Willy tensed, grimacing in disgust.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregarde!" she said while loudly chewing her gum

"Oh... I don't care," he replied with a small forced smile as he continued on his way.

"Well, you should care! I'm the kid who's gonna win the special prize at the end."

"Well, you do seem confident, and confident is key."

You looked at Willy perplexed. He didn't seem convinced of what he had just said. On the other hand, mrs. Beauregarde was delighted. Veruca rushed in front of the chocolatier who was forced to stop, his expression distorted by another grimace.

"I'm Veruca Salt. It's very nice to meet you, sir," she said with a small bow.

"I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot."

You couldn't help but giggle. Willy looked at you out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile appeared on his lips when his attention was drawn to Augustus Gloop, his face covered in dry chocolate and crunching a piece of chocolate with his teeth.

"I'm Augustus Gloop. I love your chocolate!"

"I can see that. So do I. I never expected to have so much in common," he said halfheartedly before turning back to Mike. "You. You're the little devil who cracked the system. As for you two... you're only lucky to be here. And the rest of you must be their-"

Willy was gagging trying to say that word. Mr. Salt said the word parent, which made Willy laugh nervously.

"Yeah! Moms and dads," he said before his eyes clouded over. "Dad? Daddy..."

"Mr Wonka?" you called passing your hand in front of the chocolatier who came out of his trance. "Are you doing well?"

"Sure, Barley sugar. Let's move along."

Willy turned his back on the small group, advancing to the door which was at the end of the corridor. You couldn't help glancing at Willy out of the corner of your eye. You would never have believed that this extravagant man ran this world-famous chocolate factory. Was this guy making fun of you? He had listened to your complaints against your family, he had offered you his clothes that you dreamed of having. Your fingers twitched thinking of something. Willy knew you had won the day you found the golden ticket. When you first met, he must have thought you looked grotesque in Grandma Georgina's old clothes and he didn't want to be ashamed in front of the reporters. Willy Wonka bought you his clothes to avoid public humiliation. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Charlie's hand tug on your sweater. You realized that the hallway was shrinking more and more. The adults had no choice but to crouch in front of the tiny door. How were they going to get into the room?

"Important room, this," Willy said, pulling out a big bunch of keys. "After all, it is a chocolate factory."

"Then why is the door so small?" Mike muttered.

"It's to keep all the great big chocolate flavor inside! haha!"

This answer was strange. Willy inserted the key in the lock, slowly unlocking the tiny door. The chocolate maker slowly reached for the door, the leather of his glove making a creaking sound, to push the double door wide enough to let the group in. The smell of chocolate and sugar penetrated your nostrils. The ground was covered with grass and some strange plant you had never seen, there was a chocolate waterfall and a river running through the huge room.

"Now, do be careful, my dear children. Don't lose your heads. Don't get over excited. Just keep... very... calm," Willy said calmly.

In shock, Augustus dropped his bar into the grass. You carefully observed the surroundings, not hearing Charlie whisper that this place was magnificent and Willy's gaze resting on you, affirming the words of your young cousin. You didn't notice the glare Madame Beauregarde left you either.

"Every drop of the river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality," Willy began as he walked into the room, followed closely by his guests before turning to them. "The waterfall is most important. Mixes the chocolate. Churns it up. Makes it light and frothy. By the way, no other factory in the wolrd mixes its chocolate and waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank. "

The chocolatier started walking again, leading the little group into the room. All of his sweets made your mouth water, but there were so many things you didn't know where to start. The group was crossing a small bridge, passing over the chocolate river when your attention was caught by a strange machine, flying above your heads.

"People!" Willy called, catching the attention of his guests. "Those pipes suck up the chocolate and carry it away, all over the factory. Thousands of gallons an hour. Yeah. And do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass. Please have a blade. Please do. it's so delectable and so darn good-looking."

"You can eat the grass?" Charlie asked, clinging to your arm.

"Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children. And is, in fact, frowned upon in most societies."

This Willy Wonka had a pretty weird sense of humor.

"Enjoy!" he exclaimed, separating you with a wave of his hand. "Go on! Scoot! Scoot!"

The group quickly separated to run for the sweets they were craving so much. Charlie let go of your arm to go to his side. You were getting closer to a plant made entirely out of some sort of chocolate bulb. You withdrew one of the bulbs uncertainly before bringing it to your lips, crunching the candy. The taste of the chocolate was exquisite and the cream soft. It was the best chocolate you had eaten.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

You jumped when you heard your host's voice. You turned to Willy Wonka. The strange man had his Cheshire smile on his lips as his hands gripped his cane.

"I knew this clothes pulled beautifully, Barley sugar. You look lovely," he praised, smiling at you.

"T-thank you," you say uncomfortably, running your free hand up your skirt. "I thank you again for this gifts, mr Wonka."

"Mr Wonka makes me look old. Please call me Willy, Barley sugar. I would love to know your name too. Now we are no longer strangers."

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"(Y/N)," he said dreamily, testing her name on his lips. "It's a very nice name. So (Y/N), do you like the visit?"

"Yes, this piece is extraordinary," you say, smiling. "There are so many things to taste, but it's impossible to know where to start."

"This way!"

Willy grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the edge of the river where there were flowers whose petals looked like pale pink crystals. The chocolatier picked one of the flowers. He took out a petal and brought it to your mouth. Your cheeks began to blush, you parted your lips, slightly sticking out your tongue, allowing Willy to lay the pale pink petal there. The candy melted on your tongue, the taste was so sweet. Could the morning dew have a taste?

"Morning dew?" you asked surprised.

"Yes, a delicate candy, isn't it?" he asked, picking up a new petal that he was examining before eating it. "So fragile and refined. Kind of like you."

Hearing that, you had a hard time swallowing the candy. Why did he have to say such an embarrassing thing? You were about to ask him why he hadn't told you who he was when you got home, but Willy stuffed the candy into your mouth preventing you from asking any questions.

"Later, Barley sugar," he said in a low, deep voice, running his fingers over your cheek. "We have plenty of time."

"Daddy, look over there! What is it? It's a little person! Over there, by the waterfall," Verruca exclaimed drawing the others' attention.

Everyone was closing in on the little girl, staring at the oddly short man who was working to harvest the sweet plants. You were taken out of your contemplation by feeling someone push you, forcing you to step back. Your gaze met that of Mrs. Beauregarde. She looked you up and down before chuckling. You felt your heart sink when you saw her laughing at you. You nervously played with your fingers, unaware that the other adults had noticed several other identical little men and the story of Willy in the land of Loompaland.

"Augustus, my child! It's not a good thing you do!" growled Mrs. Gloop.

All attention was now on Augustus. The boy was on the other side of the bank, he plunged his hand into the river to drink the chocolate.

"Hey, little boy," Willy called as he approached the edge of the river. "My chocolate must be untouched by human hands!"

To everyone's surprise, Augustus lost his balance and fell headlong into the river. Mrs. Gloop gasped in shock as Willy rolled his eyes, annoyed at what was happening. The boy's mother rushed to the chocolatier telling him that her son could not swim. Despite the urgency, Willy remained impassive. His gaze rested on the pipes which were getting dangerously close. The corner of his lips quirked up as the pipe dipped into the chocolate and began sucking in the liquid. Your eyes widened as the power of the suction began to swirl, pulling poor Augustus in. The boy disappeared into the chocolate before reappearing in the pipe. The pressure from the machine increased, propelling the chubby boy into the pipe.

"There he goes," Violet said in a monotonous voice.

"Call the fire brigade!" exclaimed Mrs. Gloop panicked.

"It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough," Mrs. Beauregarde replied, ignoring Mrs. Gloop's panic.

"It isn't big enough," Charlie replied. "He's slowing down!"

"He's gonna stuck," Mike continued.

"He's stuck," Mr. Teavee said as he saw Augustus plug the pipe.

"He's blocked the whole pipe," said Mr. Salt.

Your attention was drawn to the Oompa Loompas. They had begun to hum and move in rhythm.

"What are they doing?" Veruca asked.

"They're going to treat us to a little song," Willy replied with a huge smile. "It is quite the special occasion. They haven't had a fresh audience in many a moon."

The Oompa Loompas began to sing a song about Augustus and his gluttony, all while dancing a suspicious choreography. At the end of the song, poor Augustus was sucked into the container before the "flying saucer" left the room. Willy was the only person to applaud the performance of his employees.

"Bravo! Well done!" he congratulated. "Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming?"

"I say that all seemed rather rehearsed," Mr. Salt said suspiciously.

"Like they knew it was going to happen," Mike continued mumbling.

"Oh, poppycock," Willy replied as he walked towards the next post before being stopped by Mrs. Gloop.

"Where is my son? Where does that pipe go to?" she asked, pointing to the pipe that was pissing off her poor boy.

“That pipe, it just so happens to lead directly to the room where I make delicious strawberry-flavored chocolate-coated fudge."

"He will be made into strawberry-coated chocolate-flavored fudge! They'll be selling him by the pound all over the world?"

"No. I wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible! Can you imagine Augustus-flavored-chocolate-coated-Gloop? Ew! No one would buy it."

"You surprise me," you muttered.

Charlie clapped his hand over his mouth to keep from chuckling at your comment. You thought you saw Willy looking at you with an amused smile before making a strange cry. An Oompa Loompa arrived in front of his boss, eyeing him stoically. He was so small.

"I want you to take Mrs. Gloop to the fudge room, Okay? Help her find her son. Take a long stick and start poking around in the chocolate-mixing barrel, Okay?"

The Oompa Loompa nodded slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Willy made the same gesture. The Oompa Loompa uncrossed his arms bowing in front of the chocolatier before approaching Mrs. Gloop. He tugged at her skirt, urging her to follow him. Mrs. Gloop left the room, leaving the group behind. The room had become silent.

"Mr. Wonka?"

"Huh?"

"How would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa Loompa's song, unless-?" Charlie asked.

"Improvisation is a parlor trick. Anyone can do it," Willy replied before turning to Violet. "You, little girl, say something. Anything."

"Chewing gum," she replied without hesitation.

"Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most. See? Exactly the same!" he said looking at new Charlies.

"No, it isn't," muttered Mike.

"You really shouldn't mumble. Because I can't understand a word you're saying," Willy said looking down at Mike before sighing and smiling. "Now, on with tour?"

The group stood in front of a tunnel entrance. A drumbeat rose through the air. A boat, resembling a candy pink seahorse was approaching. The sugar ship stopped in front of the group and the drumbeat ceased. The Oompa Loopams laughed like idiots as they eyed the group.

"What's so funny?" Violet asked irritably.

"I think it's from all those doggone cocoa beans. By the way, did you guys know that chocolate contains a property that triggers the release of endorphins? Gives one the feeling of being in love," he says as he lays his eyes on you .

You looked away, nervously clearing your throat as you put your arms around Charlier's shoulders. The boy was looking at you puzzled before his gaze landed on Willy Wonka. The atmosphere was strange. The moment was broken by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"You don't say," she said in a sultry voice.

Willy was ill at ease seeing the lustful look given to him by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"All abouard," he said nervously, motioning the group up.

The last three parents came up quickly, accompanied by their offspring. Charlie got into the boat first, settling on the last bench. You were about to get on when Willy held out his hand. You swallowed, staring at the chocolate maker who was smiling at you.

"Some help?" he asked, smiling at you.

"Yes thanks."

You took Willy's hand and climbed into the boat. You sat down next to Charlie, who snuggled up against you when he saw Willy settling down next to you. Your cousin brought his lips closer to your ear, placing his hands so no one else could hear what he was saying.

"I think Mr. Wonka likes you," he said before stepping back, chuckling.

"Stop talking nonsense," you say, shaking your head slightly.

"Onwards!"

The Oompa Loopam resumed beating the drum, setting the pace for his fellows. The boat resumed sailing, towards the entrance to the tunnel. Willy pulled out a candy pink ladle from under his seat, dipping it into the chocolate river and giving it to you.

"Here. Try some of this. It'll do you good. You look starved to death."

You took a sip of the chocolate before handing the ladle to Charlie.

"It's delicious," you say, glaring at Willy and smiling.

"That's because it's mixed by waterfall," he says smiling at you before looking at the others. "The waterfall is most important. It mixes the chocolate up. Churns it up, makes it light and frothy. And by the way, no other factory in the world-"

"You already said that," Veruca cut in, giving the chocolatier a bored look.

Willy was upset that he got cut like that. He slowly curled his finger, the leather making an unpleasant noise. The chocolatier's expression had grown stern as he looked at the children one by one.

"You're all quite short, aren't you?" he said, completely changing the subject.

"Well, yeah! We're children!" scolded Violet, continuing to chew her gum loudly.

"Well, that's no excuse! I was never as short as you."

"You were once," Mike replied.

"Was not! Know why? Because I distinctly remember placing a hat on top of my head," Willy said as he adjusted his hat on his head. "Look at you short, little arms. You could never reach."

"Do you even remember what it was like being a kid?" Charlie asked curiously, clinging to your arm.

"Boy, do I!" Willy laughed when his eyes grew cloudy and his smile faded. "Do I?"

You looked at Willy puzzled. He seemed to be reliving a painful memory. You put your hand on Willy's forearm, exerting a slight pressure that brought him out of his trance. The chocolatier turned his head towards you, his gaze boring into yours. Were you dreaming or were his eyes purple? Did he wear contact lenses? Your hand slid down his forearm, reaching for Willy's hand.

"Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka! We're headed for a tunnel," Charlie said.

You jumped when you realized what you were doing. You withdrew your hand from Willy's, avoiding his gaze, preferring to look at your new boots.

"Oh! Yeah," Willy replied. "Full speed ahead!"

The Oompa Loompa hit faster and the others rowed harder. The boat accelerated entering the dark tunnel. You couldn't see anything.

"How can they see where they're going?" Violet asked puzzled.

"They can't," Willy answered. "There's no knowing where they're going. Switch on the lights!"

The lights came on, illuminating the tunnel as the ship rolled forward. You couldn't suppress a terrified cry as you felt the boat being carried away by a much too fast current. On the first wave, you grabbed Willy's forearm. The chocolatier looked at you, an amused smile appeared on his lips when he saw you terrified. The boat was suddenly slowed down. You caught your breath when you realized you were holding Willy's forearm firmly. You excused yourself quickly, letting go of the chocolatier's hand, who was content to smile.

"People. Keep an eye out! We're passing some very important rooms here," Willy said looking at some strange doors.

You looked at the doors that seemed worthy of keeping safes with neon lights. Everything here was so strange. Mrs. Beauregarde's attention was drawn to a door where it was written "hair cream." Violet's mother turned to Willy, blinking.

“What do you use hair cream for?”

"To lock in moisture," the chocolate maker replied, laughing and lightly patting his hair.

You rolled your eyes, bringing your attention to the other doors. Your attention and that of Charlie was drawn to a room, the door of which was wide open, revealing Oompa Loopam whipping a cow who was quietly ruminating, not disturbed by the blows.

"Whip cream!" you say at the same time.

"Precisely!" laughed Willy, looking down at the two cousins.

"That doesn't make sense," Veruca replied, turning to the chocolatier and rolling her eyes.

Willy's smile disappeared as he turned his head towards the infamous girl.

"For your information, little girl, whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips! Everybody knows that," he said with a smirk.

Veruca was shaking her head, turning her back on the chocolatier. It moved slightly, cracking the back of its neck. The interaction with Veruca had pissed him off, but he was trying to hide it. The sound of the drum grew louder and faster. Hearing that, Willy turned to you, taking your hand in his. You were watching the puzzled chocolate maker as the boat took a second steep descent. You closed your eyes clinging to Willy's arm when the ship made a complete turn on itself before slowing down abruptly.

"Stop the boat!" Willy ordered before looking at you. "I want to show you something."

"W-what?"

Willy chuckled as he pointed to the door in front of which the boat was stopping: Inventing Room.

[skydragonclouds]

Why All for One is Izuku’s Father part 10 — The Return of the Gloop Warp Quirk

Good to know the details of the gloop quirk haven’t been forgotten.

From chapter 408:

And from chapter 90:

All Might is with All for One.

Shigaraki is with Izuku Midoriya.

“All I can do is bring things to me or send them away from me.”

“The destination has to be a person… one I’m well acquainted with.” This is a complete confirmation that All for One is Hisaishi Midoriya, Izuku’s Father. In addition, how else could All for One be acquainted with Izuku—other than as his parent?

In my opinion, this quirk sounds so familiarly. Almost loving, as sending something to and from a family member — ‘it’s a been a long time since I’ve last saw you.’ (The meaning of the name ‘Hisaishi’).

Looks like we’re getting that Dad for One reveal soon.

[floralembarrassment]

Music & Fish (1/1) (jegulus)

"Petit poisson, petit poisson,

Nager, nager, nager

Petit poisson, petit poisson

GLOOP GLOOP GLOOP!

Oh non! Il est mangé par un..."

Regulus was singing to Harry. He was sitting crisscross on the floor, their little toddler in his lap, and Regulus was holding Harry's hands to tip him from side to side and to the clearly choreographed hand movements. There was a book of fish on the table that Harry just loved and well, he wouldn't really let Regulus stop singing the song.

From context clues, James understood the song was about a little fish getting eaten by bigger fish. It wasn't a very happy song despite the cheery tune, but it made his son giggle and smile so what did James know.

After hearing the 3rd round of the song, James came into the living room with a second round of morning coffee. Regulus smiled brightly at him, but as he stopped singing, Harry turned to look at his father's face, tipping his head side to side and humming the tune. "More Papa, encore!" The little boy said.

So Regulus sang again.

"Is that song French baby shark?" James mused after the song was done again.

"Well this song has been around since I was a child, so if anything that song is stolen from this," Regulus said raising his nose in the air. Ever the proper child of his parents.

James just raised an eyebrow at him.

Regulus sighed, "yes, it is French baby shark."

James laughed, then he held his arms out. "Here, time to switch out," James said and Regulus passed Harry to James.

With big green eyes, Harry looked at James, "petit poisson," Harry said and then laughed. He always laughed if he spoke French to James, almost as if he thought it was funny that he knew James didn't understand.

James looked at his son and shook his head no. Before Harry could jump out of his arms back to Regulus, James asked playfully, "baby shark?" And Harry clapped his hands in response.

Regulus laughed as his son quickly switched the similar English version, grateful for his family, and happy the next 19 rounds of a ocean related songs would be in James.

[playertwotails]

Okay so this has been circling around in my head for like two weeks like a fly hitting windows in a sun-room.

So I'm back on my Tails kitsune AU bullshit and I've also recently gotten into Cult of the Lamb so now they've mashed in my brain into a hodgepodged gloop.

And it's all going below the cut if you wanna read my brain worms cause it's long

***Trigger warning for like blood and cults and kidnapping and drugging. Just to give people a heads up (nothing too graphic or detailed but just in case and let me know if you think I missed anything I might need to warn people about)****

Little side note before jumping into this: do not tag as shipping, there is no shipping here it's all platonic and familial. If I see a ship tag I will block you.

Starting off it doesn't matter if Tails is actually a kitsune or not (I personally prefer that yes he is just for the post situation of the gang all being like "okay so what species is Tails actually???" )

I've just had this idea in my head where some cult somewhere is started and they worship kitsune's as godlike entities. They then catch wind of Tails in the news or rumors and their target is now locked.

So this cults leader gets the 'big brain but head actually empty' idea to kidnap Tails like any sane cult leader would.

Now these people somehow stumble ass backwards into kidnapping Tails and keeping him contained. And by keeping him contained they're basically drugging Tails just enough he's conscious but nonreactive. And they basically dress him up and drag him to their ceremonies as more of object than a kid. Tails is hating it and actually scared cause what the hell is wrong with these people let him go home.

Meanwhile Sonic and the gang are all freaking out cause "WHERE IS HE??!!!!" Cause lets be honest kidnapped by a cult was not on any of their bingo cards and at this point they don't know that's what happened, they only know Tails is gone and none of the usual suspects have him.

Rouge starts going through her contacts on the side looking for any crumb of information and gets a lead. And in typical Rouge fashion splits off on her own to look into it. She then comes across the cult and infiltrates their compound.

During her snooping though she overhears the leader of the cult and his subordinates talking about "living forever through the blood of their god's mortal form", sees a statue of a multi-tailed fox and all the red flags are immediately up for her. Internal panic button is smashed. 2 + 2 = fucked up situation.

She's already pressing the "get your asses here" button on her communicator and tears off as quickly but quietly as she can looking for Tails. When she finds him he's in a locked room just laying in bed, all dressed up in a white outfit. Which strange for her to see him just laying there since normally he'd be out and gone long time ago She sees what they've been giving him next to the bed and she's now double pissed off. (I like to think it's at least been over a week Tails has been missing, but if you wanna get really angsty make about 6 months, just as long as Sonic was locked up in Forces).

As gently but quickly as she can she bundles up Tails and carries him cause at this point he's got so much in his system he can't walk or talk, blinking is kinda his only form of communication at the moment. To which Rouge doesn't know what's worse, for Tails to have been asleep for the whole time unaware or to be awake for the whole time and know what's happening.

Tails on the other hand is just so happy to see her and scared that he starts crying. Which is just breaking Rouge's heart to witness as she starts to backtrack out of there with him, with him just silently crying nonstop in her arms.

Unfortunately only about halfway to the exit they discover Tails is gone and the place starts going into lock down with cultist swarming the halls of the place. And even though Rouge is an excellent fighter, she's in close quarters with a kid who can't walk so she's quickly overrun by cultist who tie her up and take Tails back.

The leader then using all of his one brain cell figures she's already signaled to the other's where they are and he knows it's only a matter of time before the fastest thing on the planet busts their door down looking for his little brother.

The leader announces to the group they're moving up the ceremony to now much to Rouge's horror and they drag her along too kicking and screaming cause they don't have time to drop her off in a cell or anything.

Everyone is now in this big ceremony/chapel room that has a big stone table covered in white flowers, that suspiciously is the perfect size for an 8 year old fox to lay down on. And the leader does just that laying Tails on the table.

Rouge is throwing an absolute fit and cursing everyone out cause no way in hell is she gonna let this happen, it's to the point multiple people are having to hold her down even with her tied up cause she's kicking up such a storm of rage.

Meanwhile, Tails is mentally absolutely freaking out in a panic and is terrified out of his mind, especially when the leader brings out a large ornate knife and starts chanting something.

As the leader is finishing up and reeling back his hand with the knife Sonic busts in and sees all of this. Immediately rushing to the table just as the cult leader goes for the downswing.

Sonic just barely catches the knife about an inch from Tails' chest grabbing on to the blade of it and cutting his hand which drips onto Tails.

Now Sonic finally has a moment to process all of this and what exactly is happening and for obvious reasons he is beyond pissed off. He's probably not far off from turning into dark Sonic or it's creeping around the edges of him. And just as he's about to send the cult leader to meet his maker he glances at Tails' face and that's the only reason he doesn't kill the leader right then and there. Cause Sonic thought Tails was asleep but now he notices not only is Tails somewhat awake but tears are streaming down his face.

So Sonic does the next best thing in this situation, knocks out the leader in less than a second and just pulls Tails into a hug off the table and starts just sobbing with Tails in his lap curled up on the floor. Cause the horror of what about happened and the relief Tails is okay and he found him in time hits Sonic all at once.

The rest of the cultists are still frozen cause for Sonic, Tails and the leader all that happened in less than a minute and the group is still catching their bearings of everything that just happened. Which is a good thing cause in that moment everyone else catches up and runs into this whole scene.

From their perspective though they just see Sonic sobbing over a limp Tails with blood on his chest (from Sonic's hand but they don't know that), a guy knocked out (or possibly dead??) next to them, a big stone table that suspiciously looks like an alter also next to them, Rouge who is still cursing up a storm tied up in the corner and held down by like 5 people, and a room full of people in matching robes that look like the guy up near Sonic and Tails.

The rest of the group now splits off with Amy and Knuckles running over to Sonic and Tails, Shadow going for the leader on the ground, Omega going to help Rouge, and the rest of their friends they had helping them splitting off to take care of the rest of the cultists.

From here everything gets resolved, cultists and leader locked up, Tails getting what ever drugs they were giving him out of his system and going home and everyone somewhat going back to their lives. Sonic however does not leave Tails' side for a while and hovers around him which for the first few weeks Tails appreciates cause if he's honest he doesn't want Sonic to be far from him either after everything and really doesn't want to be alone for long. Tails get constant nightmares about the situation and is snuggling with his big brother almost every night. Which is great for Sonic cause he's also getting terrible nightmares from the ordeal and feels better when he wakes up and Tails is right there.

It does get to the point though where after a bit of recovery and time healing the mental scars Tails has to convince Sonic that he can be go back to running around and exploring without Tails right next to him. It takes a lot of convincing and scheduling regular check-ins (like 5x more than they previously had) but Sonic and Tails slowly get somewhat back to their normal lives.

If you wanna get angsty though have it so Sonic is just a second too slow in saving Tails and the fallout from that. (couldn't be me though I'm a hurt/comfort girly at heart, give me the angst but everyone's okayish in the end)

[jajanvm-imbi]

K so Jacob Hopkins is definitely a descendant of the Wittebane family and this definitely gonna be a plot point in ToH S3

I've seen other people mention this but I wanna add to it. (I'm not even joking I wrote this like 3 months ago and completely forgot about it)

First of all, Jacob was the one to introduce the idea of the Wittebros into the show in the first place. He's the one who gave us context.

He's also the conspiracy theory guy. He's basically the modern day witch hunter. He refers to the Demon Realm as a "realm of evil" and how he can "protect humanity" from this evil. Sound familiar?

Second of all, their appearance.

I think at this point we all understand that the ToH crew make decisions about visual elements very carefully. They choose everything they include for a reason, and that's the fun in watching this show lol.

The reason why were able to safely assume that Hunter is a clone/grimwalker of Caleb was because of their appearance. Even before we saw the paintings of what Caleb looked like, people were able to piece together how Hunter was a grimwalker of Caleb and how Belos was actually Phillip by their facial structure and their hair.

Observe:

Jacob's hair goes back in the same way Hunter and Caleb's does and has the same hairline as all three Wittebanes, but its brown like Phillip's hair. He also has the lil hair strand sticking out in the front like Caleb, Hunter, and Phillip do.

Jacob's nose is most like Hunter's and Caleb's, but it still goes out a little bit towards the tip like Phillip's.

Jacob has Hunter and Caleb's strong jawline and chin, but he also has his lil goatee which could be a nod to Phillip's beard in Elsewhere and Elsewhen.

Jacob has Caleb's eye shape and Phillip's eye color.

Their appearances are all too similar for it to be a coincidence. Like I said before, the ToH team loves to give these visual clues to help the audience piece together what's going to happen, at least with the Wittebane plotline, way before anything is confirmed within the universe of the show.

The fandom was right about Hunter being a grimwalker, being a grimwalker of Phillip's brother specifically, Phillip being Belos, and that Phillip's brother was named Caleb (well that one is all but explicitly stated but it's pretty much canon at this point). I'm positive the fandom is right about Caleb falling in love with a mystery witch and their family became the Clawthornes, and most of these theories were based in visual elements alone (the exception being Caleb's name)

While I feel like its very very likely that Jacob is a descendant of the Wittebanes, its obvious that he isn’t a descendant of Phillip or Caleb. The Wittebros both got stuck on the BI at the same time and never made it back. Its heavily implied that Caleb’s family became the Clawthornes, and its never indicated if Phillip ever had a family of his own or not, I think its unlikely. So what? A third Wittebane brother? A sister? A cousin? My guess is that ToH is gonna pull a Gravity Falls and reveal an additional sibling, (The Stan twins + Shirley who was later revealed to be the grandmother of the Pines twins which explained how Stan and Ford were both uncles in In a Tale of Two Stans) during the backstory episode that explains how Jacob could be related to the Wittebane family. 

Since Jacob is very similar to Phillip, and it’s implied in the season finale that Belos is still alive through the sludge gloop thing and got to the human relam via Hunter’s back, then its very likely that they would team up in the human realm to destroy the BI and “save humanity from evil”. 

The Hexsquad are also in the human realm, and they are undoubtedly going to do research on the Wittebanes to see how the Wittebros got to the Demon Realm in the first place so they can find a way back. This is certainly going to lead them to the Gravesfield Historical Society, where Jacob Hopkins works. And even though Luz doesn’t like and/or trust him for what he did to Vee, he obviously knows a lot on the subject, which could be very useful for their research. He might also be aware of his own ancestry, which would explain his obsession with them.  

Cue Jacob and the Hexsquad piecing together how Hunter looks exactly like Caleb, the Hexsquad finding out Jacob is a descendant of the Wittebanes (a family of witch hunters), Jacob finding out that everyone in the Hexsquad is a witch (except for Luz), Belos is also probably there like a devil on Jacob’s shoulder or something, and conflict ensues for the Hexsquad in the human realm. 

Anyway this is just my two cents on the matter, I am very excited to see how S3 will play out with the very little time they have to wrap up the story. What do ya’ll think? Feel free to add any other observations too!

[chibinightowl]

Ever since my gallbladder surgery last weekend, I keep thinking about a fic where Tim has to have the same thing done. But the surgeon isn't one in a private hospital who won't ask questions about why his patient is covered in so many scars and admits to already having had a splenectomy too. There are many scars that have clearly been neatly stitched up while others have a wide scatter pattern almost like gunshot wounds. He voices his thoughts to the OR nurse who in turn reaches out to the hospital social worker.

Before Tim is even fully awake, there's a case opened up. All of this is happening outside of Gotham (maybe in San Francisco while Tim is with the Titans) so that's why it takes longer for Babs to learn what's going on and for Bruce to arrive and attempt damage control. It turns into a mess and he isn't allowed to see Tim at all, who's just blearily waking up and trying to keep fluids down, maybe asking for help to do a few laps around the unit to help shake the anesthesia. He's not so out of it though that he doesn't notice the hospital security guard trailing him and the nice RN who's holding his arm while he's got a death grip on his IV pole.

It's only that night when he's sleeping (he'd had a round of vomiting around dinner time that moved his release to the next morning) that Dick sneaks into the room and wakes Tim up to tell him what's going on. The fact Tim is an emancipated minor means nothing right now since clearly, some of his scars are old and faded from the passage of time.

Tim is honestly tired and uncomfortable and just wants to go back to sleep, but Dick is insistent that he repeat back Bruce's plan. He does and is finally allowed to return to his rest.

When he wakes up the next morning during the RN's rounds, he asks if he'll be allowed to leave today. She tells him that if he can keep his breakfast down, then yes. There is no medical reason to keep him in the hospital for longer. But while he's trying to eat the gloop that's trying to pass as oatmeal, the social worker enters, along with hospital security. Tim is well-aware of the fact his legal emancipation means they can't detain him nor does he have to be released into the care of his family. He doesn't want to be coddled to death in Gotham anyway, so he pulls a fast one once he's alone again and takes advantage of Kon's super hearing to send a message through him.

A couple hours later, Jason arrives at the hospital under one of his better fake IDs and Tim is released into his care. Jason finds this whole thing hilarious and is helping mostly because he loves it when Tim and Bruce are at odds with each other. Says it makes Tim seem more human and less like a robot.

Meanwhile, Bruce is tearing his hair out because he's being stymied at every turn while trying to see his son and has brought out the big guns in the form of his lawyers. He's not arrested per se, but he's being strongly encouraged not to leave the state while an investigation into Tim's medical background ensues. Of course, he's also wondering exactly why Tim didn't follow along with the plan Dick said he'd laid out to him. Dick is clueless as to why, but he has his suspicions that he doesn't voice. He'd been seventeen and rebellious once, so it doesn't take the World's Greatest Detective to figure out Tim is exercising his independence.

Of all the places, Jason takes Tim back to Gotham and sets up shop in Tim's apartment at the old theater to keep an eye on him. Tim is young and healthy, so his recovery will be quick, but he's also a Bat, which means he's prone to pushing his luck sooner than he should. There are arguments, bickering, and one time Jason has to physically carry Tim out of his Nest while the younger man protests loudly that he was only going to work for a couple of hours. Jason wonders why the hell he signed up for this because Tim is a handful, but he's also having a blast circumventing him, so he might as well stay for as long as he's having fun (come on, I had to put in a JayTim twist here eventually).

Blah blah blah, Bruce is eventually back in Gotham and he's Not Happy with how things turned out in California. He actually hadn't known about Tim's splenectomy until Dick told him about it (why wasn't it in Tim's file, Dick???), so he needs to have Words with his third son. When he goes to Tim's apartment, he's surprised to find Jason is there and looks rather comfortable being there too. He decides to question it later since Tim is alive and well, and bitching from the living room that he's bored and it's been two hours since he was allowed to have his tablet, so would Jason please give it back to him? (Jason has hidden it at the back of the top of the fridge where Tim can't reach or easily climb to given his current circumstances.)

It's all nicely domestic and warms Bruce's heart to see them getting along. He tries to talk to Tim about what happened, who just shrugs and says he didn't feel like going to the manor to be coddled to death and benched until kingdom come. Bruce then tries asking him about the missing spleen and when the story comes out, he's seeing red. Excusing himself, he sets off to find Ra's's current location and make his life a miserable living hell for a while.

More blah blah blah and by the time Jason leaves Tim's apartment, a few weeks have passed. Tim isn't patrolling yet, but he's back in his Nest and offering tech and IT support to Jason during his own patrols and cases. They're working together, which is nice. Team Red is how the others start calling them.

You guys can figure out your own ending. ;)

[claashpumpkins]

Not sure how it happened but his was our pumpkin post that reached 10.1k people!

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Close shave: 10 Oct. Suptober

Dean yawned and leaned against the island to observe. Cas's hair had curled a little in the steam from the pan and Dean's fingers itched to pet it. "What's porridge?" he asked instead.

"There are several versions in various cultures," Cas said, "but we asked Eileen and she said oats."

"So it's oatmeal?"

deancas ust

Metal ringing woke Dean from the dead sleep of a glorious afternoon nap. He staggered into the bunker kitchen ready to fight, an impulse short circuited by the way his sock feet slipped on the tile once he'd descended the stairs.

"Sorry," Jack said. "I dropped a lid."

"To what? Sounded like the whole pan rack exploded in here." Dean's attempt at sternness was undercut by his voice crackling like a tween's as he regained his balance. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just helping Cas make porridge." Jack went back to rooting through the pantry. "Dried fruit would be good, I think."

Cas was tending something in a small pan on the stove. "This is almost done. If we want to stir the fruit in now, I think it will reconstitute in the milk."

Dean yawned and leaned against the island to observe. Cas's hair had curled a little in the steam from the pan and Dean's fingers itched to pet it. "What's porridge?" he asked instead.

"There are several versions in various cultures," Cas said, "but we asked Eileen and she said oats."

"So it's oatmeal?"

"We're stealing some of Sam's," Jack said, sprinkling a handful of cherries into the pan. "Hopefully he won't mind."

"Nah," Dean said. 

He watched for another minute, rubbing sleep from his eye. Side by side, Cas and Jack were so much like a biological parent and child – same mannerisms, similar features – it was slightly spooky. Not that biology was necessary to make a family, Dean knew. Just that… It sometimes struck him funny. Made his chest ache. 

"You wanna try some?" Jack asked him while Cas scraped sludge into two bowls.

"He can have my portion," Cas said, a smile at the corner of his mouth as he made eye contact with Dean.

Dean's stomach growled. It had been all of two hours since he'd had a meal. 

At the kitchen table, staring down into the bowl, he felt less hungry, more despondent. He'd never been an oatmeal aficionado. Growing up, he and Sam sometimes ate the instant stuff with the consistency of glue. Cold cereal was easier to contend with in a motel room; untoasted Pop Tarts were more manageable in a car; and on the road, an old fashioned Pig 'n a Poke was the undisputed champion, even if it killed a guy repeatedly.

He bought himself some time by asking, "Why'd you get a hankering for porridge anyway?"

"Oh," Jack said, "we watched Wallace and Gromit: A Close Shave. There was a cyberdog and a bunch of lost sheep and a malfunctioning porridge robot."

Literally none of that sentence made any sense to Dean except the part where a movie (a movie?) had been watched without him.

"You were napping," Cas reminded him, having – apparently – accurately read whatever confusion was in Dean's face.

"This is good," Jack said to Cas, sounding surprised. "I like the chewiness."

Dean was so depressed about having to try the porridge he could feel his body attempting to go to sleep again to protect his digestive tract. No. Dammit. He was an adult who wanted to experience new things. He blinked open his eyes widely, wielded his spoon with fierce determination, and took a big bite of gloop.

The first second was horrifying, but the mouthful immediately improved thereafter. The oats were chewy, though not in an off-putting way, and the flavor was lightly nutty and salty and brown sugar sweet, with a little pop of sour from one of the cherries. 

"Not bad," he had to admit. "Not bad at all."

"I can follow directions," Cas said, with more humor than defensiveness. 

"First time for everything." Dean grinned quickly between bites and went back to devouring the porridge like a starving dog.

"Do you know how to make oatmeal cookies?" Cas asked him.

"Ooh, yeah, do you?" Jack chimed in.

"Not really," Dean said, "but we can look up a recipe later."

"I'm shadowing Jody tomorrow," Jack reminded him.

"Well," Dean said, "we can wait until you're back." He'd forgotten he and Cas would be alone in the bunker for a day or two, assuming Sam and Eileen stayed out on a hunt for a while longer. He kept his eyes on his emptied bowl. "Or, y'know, me and Cas could make a small batch, just like a trial run."

He chanced looking up at Cas and let himself get lost in that intense blue for a second. 

"Sounds like a plan," Cas said softly.

"Great." Jack was already putting his empty bowl in the sink. "Do you want me to help do the dishes?"

"We can wash them up," Dean said, already thinking about standing next to Cas with their hands knocking against each other in soapy water. 

Cas looked like he was thinking the same thing.

Fuck it, Dean thought, and slid his hand beneath Cas's, right there at the table. Cas gripped him tight, as usual.

[murphy-kitt]

Medium - Part 1 (Phic Phight 2023)

Jazz had always been gifted. So gifted she was the only one in her family who could see ghosts and help them move on. @summerssixecho

WC: 2040

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The first time Jazz had seen a ghost, she hadn’t believed it. How could she?

Ghosts were her parents speciality — and that meant running around in ridiculous jumpsuits and running down the streets and shooting green gloop everywhere. It was humiliating to the highest degree, and it didn’t help that she and Danny were held with the same regard of idiocy as her parents — even though they were only children. They were twelve and ten, respectively.

She was twelve when she decided to study psychology. Twelve when she finally decided what her life’s purpose would be.

Twelve when that plan all fell apart in one failed swoop.

All because she’d seen a ghost.

It’d been at the park by the picnic benches, she’d decided to find new areas to find some tranquillity as her parents ramped up their inventions. Some plan of a portal, of sorts? She didn’t know — she didn’t stay long enough to care.

Most likely it would fail like the rest of the inventions. And it would also fail because ghosts weren’t real.

But then she’d seen that thing…him?

At first Jazz didn’t know what to think when the thing wandered up to her bench and sat down. He was like any other teenager but on a second glance a bit too pale, a gaunt face, black hair dried like straw. His clothes hung off him.

“Do you want anything to eat?” She’d asked, shivering from the cold in the air. A sensible part of her thought it was stupid to talk to strangers — especially an older teenager. But he looked like he needed help. She’d glanced down to her lunchbox, ready to give the whole thing if need be. She could always make a new lunch.

“I’m good—far from needing food anymore.” He’d chuckled, before pausing.

That was a strange response to give — and his voice had a strange echo to it.

He’d looked at her as if she was the strange one.

“You can see me?!” Then she’d noticed his eyes, a piercing icy blue that was far sharp to be human. And the only other alternative was… ghost.

“No, no, no.” She’d shook her head. “You’re not real!” And in a moment of embarrassment, threw her lunchbox at him — the ghost — and fled.

He couldn’t be real. Couldn’t. Wasn’t. Shouldn’t be. But she’d definitely seen something — she hadn’t thrown her lunchbox for nothing. Jazz would have to go and pick that up again later.

She spent the night huddled in her bedroom, swaddled in three thick blankets and Bearbert Einstein for company. Waiting in a tense silence, until she finally reassured herself that it probably wasn’t real — just a figment of imagination. That there was nothing to worry about.

“You forgot this!” A clunk of metal on wood.

She’d peered over the blankets, and there he was. Standing there — not standing — floating.

“How did you get here?!” Jazz had nearly screeched. Him in the park was one thing. But here, a stranger in her own bedroom. She didn’t even like Danny entering. And he was floating.

“I flew through the wall.” The thing shrugged, as if it was the most casual thing on earth to admit flying through walls. As if that wasn’t a ghostly thing to do.

“You can’t be.” She’d shaken her head. Even though there was so much evidence, she’d refused to believe. Her parents were wrong. They were stupid and humiliating and wrong.

“I am a ghost.” He’d folded his arms. “And you’re the first person who’s been able to see me since…ever. I mean I haven’t been a ghost that long compared to some others…but I would’ve thought…maybe.”

“Maybe what..?” She’d questioned, barely able to believe she was actually entertaining this, not shooing him out the house or shouting for her parents or calling the police.

“Maybe someone could help me pass on.” He looked at the lunchbox. “I mean, I brought you that back.”

As if a lunchbox would be a fair trade for helping a ghost pass on. It seemed ludicrous. Was this real again?

And Jazz reasoned—what could it hurt to try? Maybe she’d be seen as an absolute idiot talking to herself, as only she could see him.

But having the surname Fenton meant she was already far past that hurdle. Her parents had done most of the work on that one.

”Okay…?” She’d held out her hand, forgetting she hadn’t asked his name.

”Isaac.” He’d given a crooked smile, his icy eyes now holding a glimmer of hope.

”Okay, Isaac. I’ll try my best to help you pass on.”

—

Isaac was, in all honesty, the first friend she’d ever made. Whereas Danny had easily melded with Sam and Tucker from day one, she’d found it trickier than he had.

A Fenton’s first friend being a ghost. Of course it would be like that.

“I drowned.” Isaac admitted to her as they stared over the grassy park. “Eight years ago me and my friends went out to the lake. It was the lake that I could see from my bedroom window…and then it was where I’d died.”

Jazz paled. She couldn’t even begin to imagine. So she didn’t say anything, letting him continue.

“We went out onto the lake, me Matthew and Jesse. It was fine at first when we got into the water, but then Jesse had started struggling. I’d gone over to him and tried to help…but then I was underneath. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It was just all blue.” He stared down, fussing with the edge of his blue t-shirt. In a cruel twist of irony, it had wave patterns decorated on the front.

He saw her staring at the t-shirt.

“I know, right?” Isaac chuckled, but there was no humour behind it. “I drown and of course I wear a t-shirt with waves on it.”

“So, what do you want to do?” Jazz asked. She didn’t know what any of this process involved. Did she take them back to where they died? Did she tell them to pass on and they would? Was there a specific task for each one?

“Every ghost has a thing that’s unique for them. It mightn’t even be related to their death.” Isaac explained at her confused expression. “For some it might, and personally for me, it is. Some can pass on themselves but others…struggle.”

“And that’s why you’ve been here?” She tilted her head. A nod.

“I don’t know how the time process works. It just does go on longer for some, I guess. Some like being ghosts so they don’t want to move on just yet. But for me, I know I shouldn’t be here. Like I’ve overrun, I guess? I should’ve seen Jesse years ago and been able to go on.”

“So that’s it. Finding Jesse?” It’s an understandable quest, probably an easy one.

“Yeah.” Isaac nodded. “So I can see him and tell him it’s not his fault.”

“And it’s not your fault, either.” Jazz clarified. He might not be, but just in case he was thinking it. It was a tragic accident, no one could be blamed.

“Thanks.” He smiled, although there was still the slightest glimmer of guilt in his eyes.

That was interesting, she observed. The sparkle in Isaac’s eyes was the way she could easily read what he was feeling. Sure, there was smiles and frowns and grins, but the shimmer in his eyes led a deeper understanding.

She saved the snippet for ghostly knowledge. Maybe she’d need it one day.

—

Tracking down Jesse was surprisingly easy. Her and Isaac had been at the arcade, it was for Isaac mostly, so he could revel at all the new games there’d been in the eight years he’d been dead. But also since Jesse had been obsessed with video games. It was the next logical choice, Isaac reasoned.

“I always wanted to see a place like this.” He admitted as he stared in amazement at the pinball machine which some Caspar High kids were playing on.

“You’ve never been to an arcade?” Jazz almost had to stop the surprise in her voice.

“No.” Isaac shrugged. “I lived in a little village, not in a big place like this. Only came here because of the rumours that there were some people who were making ghost equipment or something.”

“That’ll be my parents.” She grimaced. Thank heavens Isaac hadn’t ended up in their grasp. And sure, they couldn’t see him, but they’d probably have an invention of sorts that could detect him. “Did Jesse not live in the village with you?”

“Oh yeah. Course he did. But his family moved away pronto after I died. Too much grief, my guess.” He shrugged. “And now he’ll be eight years older, so I won’t even recognise him.”

“Can I help you?” A new voice shouted from across the counter.

Jazz flushed. No one could see Isaac. Here she was, talking to herself.

Then she’d seen the person’s name tag.

Jesse.

Jazz didn’t know what to do. Here was Jesse, the Jesse that had watched the ghost right next to her take his last breath. The one who’d sat on the shore as medics tried their best to save him, the one who’d moved away because the pain was too much to bear.

“That’s him.” She whispered. Isaac froze beside her, confirming her thoughts.

“Jesse.” He whispered. But of course Jesse wouldn’t hear him.

As a way of comfort, Jazz placed a hand on his shoulder. A tiny reassurance, that she would see this through. He would get to talk to Jesse again. The ghost was radiating cold that numbed her when, but she didn’t care.

And then everything flipped.

Jesse’s gaze moved from her, diverting to Isaac.

“Isaac?” Jesse spluttered. She could hear his breathing become more rugged, more in disbelief.

“He’s real.” Jazz reassured. Jesse looked to her, as if he’d forgotten her presence. “It is him. I promise.”

Jesse only nodded, eyes never leaving Isaac.

“It wasn’t your fault, Jesse.” Isaac swallowed. His eyes glimmered with grief. “It wasn’t your fault, wasn’t my fault. It was an accident.”

“But if I hadn’t..if I hadn’t gone out on the water then you’d still be here.”

“And if I was still here, you wouldn’t be here, working your dream job.” Isaac looked conflicted. “It’s been eight years. There’s no changing what happened. I need to move on, and so do you, too.”

Jazz only watched, remaining silent. This wasn’t her place to intrude, unresolved conflict between friends.

Jesse didn’t say anything, pushing forward to embrace Isaac tightly. To Jazz’s surprise, the ghost remained solid under the contact.

And then, Isaac was fading. He becoming washed out, seeping away to wherever he’d progress next.

And then there was nothing but her and Jesse, the bright lights of the arcade, and eight years of thick grief finally trickling away.

With that, Jazz took her leave, a strange feeling embedded in her chest.

“Wait.” Jesse called. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and square. “Here.”

Hesitantly, she took it, turning it over.

Up at her, a teenage boy stared up at her. His skin was a healthy pale, face still slightly chubby, a crooked smile across his face. His blue eyes glimmered with mischief.

“Something to remember him by.” Jesse smirked.

“Thank you.”

That night, Jazz pondered of where to put the photo. She didn’t want to put it on her dresser, not by her posters, that was tacky. In the end she opted for a cork-board, a forgotten, dusty thing from the back of her wardrobe. She hung the cork-board above her desk with a length of twine, pinning Isaac’s photo up.

But no one could know. Only her.

With a twinge of guilt, she shifted the cork-board around so that it faced the wall, Isaac’s photo obscured. But she knew — and she supposed that was all that mattered, if she was the only one who could see them.

The weird feeling in her chest returned again, but this time it felt better, more prominent.

And this time, she knew what it was.

Purpose.

Her purpose was to help ghosts.