The Puzzle Box Curse Ch. 02

Violet stared. Karen had bent herself over a chair, and Violet couldn't help but to watch those breasts quiver in ecstasy. The trouble was that they were typical for Karen's Asian heritage, being rather small. Violet wanted them to be bigger, as the undulations would be much hotter, and because of her new power, Violet made them bigger. She really didn't mean to, since she didn't really know how to use her bust expanding power. Still, there they went, growing from rather flat breasts that barely hung when facing downward to more full boobs. These were definitely rocking with Karen's movements, bouncing and swinging. Before she knew it, before she could realize that she was using the power that Hamamelis had given her, Karen's tits were swaying four inches from the back of the chair. Karen was snapping out of it, but it was hard for her, since that same power had been used to make her nipples more sensitive and the rest of the skin alluringly erogenous.

She looked up at her viewers and clasped her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream. As she looked over, she felt her dildo start to slip, and not wanting it to fall, she squeezed down on it and steadied it with her new tongue. Her masturbatory haze fading, she could make out her two coworkers staring at her. She knew Violet some, but she wasn't sure why that usually respectable woman had lifted the front of her very short skirt and was diddling herself. She also recognized Shona as Violet's secretary, and she couldn't understand why she was so heavily clothed.

Finally, she muttered, "I, uh, was..."

Shona, being fairly no-nonsense responded, "fucking yourself."

"I was not!" she retorted, before saying, "Okay, I was, but you have to understand. I have some sort of problem." At this point, Violet realized she was playing with her clit and stood straight up, hands at her side.

"I know," Shona said. "We know, and we know where you got that problem."

"You... you do?"

"Yes," Violet said, clearing her throat. "We have a problem with a sex demon, and we can't seem to get rid of it."

"Sex demon?"

"Yes, it's this nasty little creature that changed people I met with the other day. I know about your tongue down there. Hopefully, if we can figure out how to get rid of the little demon bitch, we can fix you and Shona. And me, for that matter."

"Wait. What's wrong with you two?" she asked, realizing that her cup size had probably grown from A to D.

"Well, Shona has three big breasts. I have weird compulsions and some other things." She tried to make that last part quieter.

At this point, Karen was weighing her new tissue with her hands.

"Please don't do that," Violet said. "One of my compulsions is that I really like breasts now, and you are being very distracting. In fact, find your clothes, please."

"Okay," Karen said, trying to figure out how to get her shirt over her new assets. The tiny bra on the floor was obviously ignored.

"In the meantime, I'm sorry about the breasts," Violet said. "The demon gave me a hard-to-control power over them. I've already tried to shrink them back, but I don't think I can."

"Well, when you get that demon, hopefully, it will be fixed," said Karen, kind of liking the new assets. Granted, they could have been a bit smaller, but it was a better size than she had before.

"Okay. You get home. I'll talk to Ari about you needing to go home."

"Okay."

In their offices, Violet and Shona set to work, making sure that they appeared to be making progress. After calling Ari about Karen being ill, Violet had a lot of email about Senator Bensen and what to do about the situation. She responded as best she could, stating that she was not convinced that the woman in question wasn't Bensen, as stranger things had happened. She then found an email from Hamamelis. Could that cursed creature never leave her alone! In the email, she found a .pdf attachment of some odd spiraling symbols and some instructions:

Print these symbols and bring them with you to the Pharma-Mart near your apartment. On the north end of the fourth aisle, you will find a display. Place these over the signs on the display and then ring your apartment. If you don't, then you will be punished.

Violet looked at the instructions. No doubt, this was some sort of nefarious sorcery, but she needed to follow along until she could find a way to kill or trap Hamamelis. She would have to play the villain until that was possible. In the meantime, with her emails checked and some busy-work done, she began searching for some sort of occult instructions on the ridding of obnoxious demons. Given the scattered and unprofessional arrangement of the internet, that was going to take a while. All sorts of strange cults, wacky religious folks, and simple pranksters offered advice on websites that dated from throughout the ages of the internet.

She tried looking up Hamamelis, and it took her a few times to get the spelling write. It turned out to be the name for the genus of witch-hazel plants, but the term itself was just ancient Greek for a shrub. She found no information on a particular demon with the name. Finally, in desperation, she left somewhat obscured requests on various occult forums about her problem. Maybe she would get lucky.

Later on, Grace, the payroll clerk for the office stopped in. She was a tall and lithe woman with curly brown hair and a few freckles on her face. Much to Violet's distress, she was wearing a vee neck top that exposed her unexceptional cleavage. Violet could make out that Grace was not wearing a bra, probably so that she could get away with the vee neck. "Hey, Violet, up here," Grace said with a cute smirk.

"Oh, er, yes, sorry. It's been a crazy few days. What do you need?" Violet wanted desperately to use her power, but her moral core was keeping her resistance up.

"You have some paperwork to sign regarding yesterday's sick day, as well as your vacation." Grace wasn't the prettiest woman in the world, not be far, so she always liked it when someone appreciated some physical aspect of hers. For her own amusement, she leaned further over Violet's desk, accentuating the cleavage she had. If she had known Violet's capability, she would have anticipated what a mistake that this was.

The first thing that Violet noticed was that Grace must have been wearing pasties or something similar, since while she was braless, she wasn't poking out of her top, and in Violet's boob-obsessed mind, nipping out would be very sexy. Grace's nipples sprung outward, awkwardly peeling away the pasties, which fell down her shirt. Grace jumped back with a start, and Violet felt the need for a better bounce in Violet's bosom, so it expanded with a faint concussion. A couple of seconds later, Grace looked down at her chest. Each tit had clearly gained mass, but they had only increased to an above average size. However, Grace's top draped far from her breasts proper. It was clear that she had very large nipples, standing erect at two and a half inches.

As Grace touched her new nearly udder-like teats, she felt an electric jolt course through her body and settle into her crotch. She held back a surprised whimper and looked to Violet, who was also shocked. "What just happened?" Grace asked.

"Uh..." Violet was not prepared to explain the unexplainable to someone who had not previously been exposed to it. She was also trying to clear the sudden influx of the fog of libido. She could feel her womanly juices spread on her leather chair. "I... Er..."

Grace attempted to press her nipples back in, perhaps in a vain attempt to resolve her condition. Apparently, though, they were like stimulated clitorises, and she buckled to the floor, trying to choke back a loud orgasm.

"Are you okay?" Violet asked, as she got up. By this time, Shona had opened the door, having sensed a disturbance. They both help Grace up, and once Shona had seen Grace's chest, she shook her head at Violet in admonishment.

Her face flushed with red and sweat, Grace responded, "I think so." The words came out of her throat with honey, even if she was in some distress. "I still don't know what happened."

Violet steeled herself, but it was Shona who first piped up. "Violet and I are dealing with a weird sex curse, and you got caught in the web." She tried to sound as sincere as possible, but the words were so absurd that she thought there was no way she could pull that off.

Looking down at her transformed front, Grace had to almost agree, but her inner skeptic spoke first. "That sounds unlikely."

Violet said, "It's real, and we're working to undo it, but we need some more time." She walked to her closet, opening the door. Her knees were a bit weak from arousal, but she felt didn't show that. "Take this coat, okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Grace said, backing out of the office.

Once she was gone, Violet said, "We can't stay here. I'm too much of a menace."

"Okay. You want to go home?"

"We need to do an errand for Hamamelis first," Violet said, handing a printed copy of the demon's email to her. "And before that, I am really, really horny. I'm sorry."

"It's that bitch. It's cool. I'll lick you, if you want," Shona said. She was feeling somewhat randy herself, given all of the excitement. Plus, she knew that Violet was under a lot of pressure from that wicked imp.

"No, no. I'm afraid I'll mess you up more. You know how the eighth floor is presently vacant?"

"Yeah."

"Well, my key works for the lock, and there is a bathroom there. I'll take care of myself there."

Once past the detritus of abandonment and half-finished construction, Violet turned on the lights of the bathroom. The fluorescent bulbs flickered and coughed, as their ballast desperately needed replacement. Violet nearly ripped off her clothes in the strange intermittent glow and looked into the mirror, one hand already grasping her own groin. She groped herself with a passion that she had rarely known before and rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger. She was getting even hotter watching herself in the mirror, and she loved the feeling of her own breasts beneath her frantic fingers.

She tried, oh how she tried, to resist the temptation, but in her state of erotic abandon, she needed some extra soft flesh to push around, and it felt so, so good to feel it expand beneath her grasp. Likewise, she wanted more sensitive nipples, as it was in moments like this that she felt like, as wonderful and sensitive as her clitoris was, it was only one small organ that she could stimulate. Her nipples now burned with sensation, and with the gift of Hamamelis, she colored them the color that they felt, a bright and vivid red that shouted out their lust.

The familiar, though admittedly underutilized, feeling of her ravaged clitoris combined with the unfamiliar stimulation from her chest, and Violet's mind exploded into a sea of pink, lightning flickering from erogenous zone to erogenous zone, traversing the nerves to her addled brain. The overwhelming sensation took some time for her to overcome, and that time was not something that she could possibly quantify. Gradually, she became aware of the intermittent fluorescent lights, the smells of cut boards and musty abandonment, and the reverberating sounds of the buildings ventilation system. She drew her slick fingers from her groin, as a bead of her juices rolled down her leg. Panting, she looked in the mirror again.

Her tits had grown. Amid her passion, she had done it to herself. Their mass must have nearly doubled, and the nipples were almost as big as Shona's, but the oddest part to her was the color of the new nipples. They were as red as a fire truck. Violet was intrigued, knowing that this was the product of her new and perverse imagination and Hamamelis' curse. She had to hurry and get her task done, though. She wrapped the coat around herself, almost staggering herself with the pleasant new sensitivity of her bosom, and she returned to her office.

Grace and Shona were talking to each other in low, anxious voices, and they both looked up fretfully at Violet when she entered. "Okay, Shona, let's go," Violet said. And they went. It didn't take long for them to get to get to the Pharma-Mart, and they brought the printouts and some transparent tape with them. The particular end of the shelves was not especially exposed, but the two had to wait for the woman who was looking at the various toiletries to leave before they could go to work.

Quickly, they set about their task, though Violet had to sit on Shona's shoulders to get the last paper up. She was already feeling frisky, and she had to resist the urge to hump Shona's neck. Still, Shona gave her a dirty look, when she wiped the vaginal juices from her own nape.

Red-faced, Violet already had her cell phone out. "Hello, you tart!" said Hamamelis.

"It's done."

"Ooh!! Goody! Stand back a moment, would you?" An unusual set of intonations crackled over Violet's handset. The room went a little pink for a moment, which was something, considering that the two were standing in a female toiletries area, but it subsided, and now, the display had changed. Everything was now branded "Be Your Sexiest!" There were all manner of hygiene products, from razors to tampons to lotion. All of them had imagery that was barely non-pornographic with scantily clad or strategically covered women with expressions of ecstasy and desire. Violet was not sure if she had done the right thing, but she had been cowed by the little imp, and until she could figure something out, she was going to have to play along. "How does it look?"

"Like it should be in a sex shop."

"Good. Come on home when you're ready."

Shona was looking at some of the packages. "What do you think this is about?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I want to know. These are probably as cursed as anything else that demon has been up to."

Just then, a man dressed in what could only be described as some sort of confused costume for a science fiction convention approached them. "Meet me by the entrance here. We need to talk about your wicked little friend." His voice almost boomed. It was clear, confident, and almost Shakespearian. Before either could react, he dramatically strode away, his gaudy cape swooshing behind him.

"Uh, what do you think that was about?" Shona asked.

"We can find out, but I think he's either one of Hamamelis' tricks, or he's here to help."

The two headed for the door, as they saw what looked like a college student approach the display of goods. Violet paused as if to stop her, but she knew better; blocking the display was not a sustainable strategy. They looked around the corner just out of the door, and they saw the strange man standing next to a newspaper vending machine, his fists resting confidently on his hips. "Uh, you know how to defeat Hamamelis?" Shona asked, "Because we can't be bothered with you, if you're going to be no help."

"I can," he said. "She has been beaten before, but that was long ago, in a land not from this plane."

"What can we do?" Violet asked.

"Well, it is important that you understand what is going on here," he responded. "Hamamelis is a wicked little creature with carnal desires that are barely imaginable. She has destroyed empires, and she must be stopped, for now, she has wrongly torn at the fabric of this universe!"

"Uh, fabric?" Shona asked.

"Yay, for she has (unwittingly, I think) severed this plane from the cosmic realm of the masculine and further opened the connections to the feminine and erotic realms. In the past, she has opened all of them, creating chaos unheard of until now, but even then, the balance of the masculine and feminine remained. Here, you will not be so lucky. She must be stopped soon, for there is much damage that will not be repaired for eons."

"You mean this is permanent?" Violet asked.

"For your mortal lifespans, yes. However, the severity will rise and rise, until that foul creature has wrested control of your world from you, and free will falls to her cruel dominion. All will desire, and all will despair in their dissatisfaction."

"What do you want us to do?"

He paused for a moment and then retrieved a disk-shaped object from his pocket. "You need to put this in your apartment, and you need to acquire some amount of Hamamelis' vaginal secretions. It may be diluted some, but I will need them for a proper binding spell."

"How are we supposed to get pussy juice from her? She's quick!" Shona looked incredulous.

"You have to be creative. The creature also has desires of her own, and you must exploit them."

"How?"

"There is not much time. Hamamelis is on the verge of scrying on you two again. Do not speak of plans, even when you are alone, as her ability to spy is great. I must go. You may meet me here in two days time to give me what you find." With that, he spun on a heel and strode away confidently.

Violet looked down at the small stone in her hand. She squeezed it and put it in her pocket. "We'll just have to wait for the right timing."

"Yeah."

As the two headed back to the apartment, Violet received a call. It was Jenna. "Hello?"

"Violet! You've got to help! You know Eric, the doorman?"

Violet did. Jenna would occasionally use him to get into the building. He was kind of cute, and Jenna liked the occasional one-night stand with the dude. "Yes."

"Well, he's sick or something. I'm in the break room in the apartment building, and he's not looking himself! I think we need to get him to your apartment."

"And why not a hospital? Jenna, I don't have time for this."

"That's the thing. I think it's one of your problems."

"Great. I'll be there in a minute." Violet handed to phone to Shona so that she could drive more aggressively. Soon, the two were back at the apartment building, moving briskly (but not enough that Violet was over-exposing herself.) Still, she couldn't shake the stimulation of her sensitive rolling tits, the nipples rubbing against her shirt's fabric. Once at the door, Violet had to shake her head before entering. There, she found Jenna and another woman.

"Where's Eric?"

Jenna looked forlornly at her companion. "Right here. He started getting this way when I got here."

"Oh." Violet's supernaturally charged curiosity drew her eyes to the new woman's chest. It rose and fell rapidly in the polo shirt, a testament to the beauty of women. Violet could barely repress the urge to make them bigger. "Um, what happened?"

"I don't know. We had a little quickie last night, and when I came here today, he was, um, getting sick."

In an uncertain but distinctly female voice, Eric said, "I just felt weird, like I was dizzy. What's going on?"

"We'll explain later."

"Whoa," Jenna said, looking confused.

"What?" Violet asked.

"My pussy feels funny."

"Wonderful. Let's get upstairs."

"With that sicko fairy thing?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, we need to get somewhere private, and that fairy thing might answer some questions." She might also provide some vaginal fluid, Violet thought.

Upstairs, they found a pile of large boxes next to the door. Violet looked both ways down the hall and quickly stripped before entering the apartment. "What's with the boxes?" she demanded of the she-imp.

"Oh, good! You're here! I ordered a bunch of stuff, and I'll need your strength and size to open the boxes and set up my new communications center." Hamamelis was busily organizing various odd items in what could only be described as a space for dark magic. "It's all I really need for the rest of the day."

"Communications center?" Shona asked.

"Yep, I figured out how to hack a bank, so I ordered the best stuff. You'll need to move some furniture."

Not wanting to piss off the little devil more than was necessary, the girls set about getting stuff done, but it was getting clear that Jenna was feeling uncomfortable. She was clearly flushed and sweating, even though the work was especially hard, except for mounting another big screen television.