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 Author: Zorlond
Title: Grand Ted
Part: Chapter 24
Summary: A 13-year-old boy named Ted has just moved to a new house, and
discovers a magical surprise in the basement.  Let the temptations begin.
Keywords: mF, ped, shota, inc, incest mother son, penis size, breast
size



   Chapter 24 - At Last

   - - -

   Ted looked down into the crib, at his little sleeping daughter-sister,
Vanessa, in his mom's room at home.  They'd come home a couple days after
Vanessa was born, and she looked little different.  Oh, she was cleaner,
the slightly funky smell gone with most of the splotchiness.  But she still
looked wrinkled and shrunken.

   Carol had recovered from the birth easily, of course.  But her belly
still hung off of her body, like a deflated ball.  She'd told Ted that
she'd be like that for a while, until her skin tightened up.  Assuming it
even did before a new baby in her belly caused it to swell out again. 
She'd told him that the effect would likely be even more pronounced for
Amber and Tiffany, for one was carrying twins and the other a baby almost
as big as she was.  Ted thought about how that might look for his sisters,
and felt a bit off about it.  Sure, it was nice to see Carol's body react
naturally to the significant mass removed from her, and also her belly skin
draped over his womb-deep cock had been a nice effect.  But really, it's
appeal was as a change of pace.  And Carol's cervix had closed up enough
that hours later Ted could not get his dick inside that deeply again.

   The thought of weeks, perhaps months of Carol's belly skin just rolling
loose...  It wasn't entirely appealing.  Less so if Amber and Tiffany were
added to that.  Let alone all the girls at school.

   Ted stepped back and very quietly walked out of Carol's room, turning
down the hall towards his own.  It felt a bit selfish to judge his sisters
and mother on their bodies' appearance, but he felt that they, too, would
be affected by the result of their children leaving their bodies.  Well,
Carol not so much, probably.  And Amber would probably just continue to
hide under her heavy clothes.  But Tiffany?  Felt a bit wrong to
potentially expose her to snap judgments about her weight.

   Ted walked into his room, propped himself up on the bed, and thought for
a bit.  Eventually, his eyes rolled over to his english notebook, still
containing those first proto-wishes made so long ago.  What if he used a
wish?  He had one left.  But for what, exactly?  That had been the question
that'd prevented him from using it these past months.  What to wish for?

   Well, why not use it for his family?

   After a few moments more of thought, Ted stood up, walked over to his
closet, and reached back to quickly rub at the lantern hidden back there.
As he closed the closet door, he turned and didn't even jump as he noticed
Chantelle standing right there behind him.  She was dressed as she had been
that very first day, red V-neck top baring her cleavage to the world, and
tight black miniskirt around her hips.  She smiled at him.  "Hey, Ted."

   "Hey, Chantelle," Ted replied, walking back over to his bed to sit once
again.

   Chantelle cocked an eyebrow.  "You sound serious.  Everything alright?"

   "Yeah, it's all fine...  Well, sort of."

   Chantelle closed her eyes briefly.  "Ah.  I feel another request in the
making." She casually stepped over to sit next to him on the bed, leaning
back on her hands.  "The final one." Ted made an assenting grunt.  After a
moment more, she continued, "I take it you're feeling like making it big,
but having a little trouble with what?"

   "Well," Ted started, rubbing at his neck.  "I have a basic idea.  But
I'm having trouble turning it into words."

   Chantelle pursed her lips thoughtfully, then raised a hand to gesture as
she spoke.  "Perhaps if you went back a bit, and told me what prompted your
desire for your last request?"

   Ted shrugged, figuring it was a place to start.  "We just got back from
the hospital.  Mom and Vanessa are fine..."

   "Vanessa is your new little girl?" Chantelle interrupted.  "Pretty
name."

   Ted nodded.  "Mom picked it." With that, he explained how Carol's body
was, and how Amber and Tiffany's would likely be later.  "...  and I know
they won't ever get hurt by my dick, no matter how much I fuck them,
but..."

   "...  that doesn't mean they won't be affected by it, I get it."
Chantelle nodded.

   "I could just request that they not be...  But that feels wasteful." Ted
stood up, starting to pace.  "That would just be countering a downside of a
previous request, and nothing more." He paced and thought in silence for a
bit, trying to find something else.

   After a little bit, Chantelle spoke up, "Well, why not take it further?"

   Ted paused, looking at her.  "Further?" he asked.

   Her green eyes held his firmly, dark lips smiling.  "Your intent is to
alter their bodies to a previous state.  Why not alter them further than
that?"

   Ted thought it over, and then his lips curled in a smile.

   The english notebook was opened one more time, as details were sorted
out, words were tweaked, and the delivery system was decided on.  Ted
thought of all the girls he'd been with since this whole wild ride had
started.  Cass, with her strong features and early-blooming body.  Mindy,
the grocery stock girl with the cheerful voice and cute freckles. 
Stephanie, the homeroom girl with her frequent and flowing orgasms.  Joan,
his sensuous and skilled english teacher.  And, of course, Carol, Amber,
and Tiffany.  Warm hugs and wide hips.  Dark and mysterious while
concealing huge and milky breasts.  Tight and energetic little body that
was eager to try more.

   Each had their points.  Something to offer.

   Ted scratched down the final thoughts on the paper.  "...  okay, how
does this look?"

   Chantelle looked over the notes offered her.  "Hmm.  This part's
interesting..."

   Ted looked to the part she indicated.  "Yeah.  I kinda felt like they'd
all welcome that kind of thing.  And hey, I'd kinda like them that way too,
ya know?"

   Chantelle smiled widely.  "Oh, no doubt.  Although, if I may..." She
pointed to a particular word, calling into question it's precise usage, and
suggesting an alternative.  The tweaking continued for a bit, until at
last, "So, have you decided to commit to this?"

   Ted was about to say yes, when he looked down at the notes.  And then
back up at Chantelle.  "Uh...  What happens when I do this?" Off of her
look, he added, "I mean, I know this would happen..." He tapped the words
in his notebook.  "But what about you..?  What about us..?"

   Chantelle looked down briefly, thinking a moment before saying, "I'd be
going home.  They'd expect me back.  And I do kinda miss home." Seeing his
falling expression, she added, "But I don't have to go right away.  In
fact, if it's okay, I'd like to hang around a little bit.  Not long.  An
hour, perhaps."

   Ted thought about that, then nodded.  "That...  sounds good." Well, at
least it delayed the necessary goodbye that he felt looming ahead.  Looking
back down at the paper in his hands, Ted was about to begin, but paused. 
"One sec," he told her.  Walking back over to his closet, he reached
inside, and pulled out that grimy, battered piece of plastic that had
started this whole thing.  Chantelle's lantern.  Ted turned to her, holding
it in his hands.  Then, holding it up in dramatic fashion, Ted raised his
notebook once again and began to recite.

   "I wish that exposure to my semen causes slight changes in a girl's
body, causing her to become healthier and more resistant to infections and
parasites, smarter as her brain is encouraged to make more and stronger
useful neural pathways, and sexier in body and face in multiple ways that I
find personally attractive, that these changes, while slowly developing
over months to years, are cumulative and permanent based on frequency and
long-term exposure to my semen, and that while there are upper limits to
how healthy, smart, and sexy any girl can become from my semen, these upper
limits can vary substantially between individuals, while being generally
higher for those closely related to me."

   Chantelle raised her arms slowly, hands already starting to glow. 
"Granted." Her hands came together in a solid clap, sparkles filling the
room briefly before fading away.  As they did, Ted could sense something.
Not quite heard, not quite felt, but somewhere between.  Something faded
away, and was gone.  Ted looked up at Chantelle, standing before him.  She
nodded, "The Contract is complete.  Attunement has ended."

   Ted looked down at the lantern in his hand.  He half expected it to just
vanish.  But it was still there.  And was still filthy.  Sensing the
question coming, Chantelle told him, "It's ordinary, now.  Just plastic,
wires, and a battery." Ted looked at her again, then in a quick move, he
stepped forward and closed his arms around her waist.  Her arms came up as
well, holding him to her in warm embrace.

   They stood there for some time.  Several times, Ted thought he'd have
something to say.  Something poignant, or witty, or even just honest.  His
mouth would open, but nothing would come out.  "Shh," Chantelle softly
said, "It's okay.  Sometimes, there are no words." And with that, he just
tried to let the embrace get his meaning across.  Wavering back and forth,
almost dance-like, just silently holding each other.

   It was a bit later when something came to Ted.  He was a fair bit
shorter than Chantelle.  His face was pressed right up against her boobs.
Her massive, head-sized, gravity-defying tits.  He felt his dick stir in
his pants as this realization formed.  And as his cock started to harden,
he felt it touch her thigh through his pants.

   Leaning back, he started to pull away.  "Sorry, didn't mean to...  don't
vanish yet, please," Ted started to say.  Only to stop as he saw
Chantelle's smirk.

   "The Contract's done." Lowering one hand, she placed it right on his
butt, pulling him closer, and pressing his cock right against her thigh. 
"I'm not going anywhere."

   A beat passed.  And then the dirty lantern clattered to the floor as Ted
reached for her top and yanked that deep V-neck out wide, green skinned tit
instantly pouring out, darker green nipples large and puffed out.  Ted got
his lips right on one of those big, rubbery nipples, tugging at it with his
lips before sucking it inside.  His hand went for her other tit, squeezing
and massaging it while his spare hand went for her big, round ass. 
Chantelle moaned appreciatively while continuing to grab his ass, rubbing
her thigh up and down the front of his pants, his cock growing further from
her efforts.  Behind him, she made a brief gesture, and the door to Ted's
room glowed for a brief moment before returning to normal.

   Ted continued suckling at Chantelle's breast until her gentle nudges
caused him to release her.  Her nipple coming free with a wet pop, her tit
flesh jiggling from the spring back to relaxed form.  He looked up at her,
and they shared a smile.  Silently, Chantelle sank to her knees in front of
Ted, quickly opening his pants and pulling them down.  His arm-sized cock,
unencumbered by underwear, sprang up, almost hitting her chin.  Looking up
at him with her big eyes, she smiled as she snaked her tongue out, licking
wetly along his cock's side, eyes on his the entire time.

   Bringing a hand up to grip his cock by the base, she steadied it as she
licked along the underside, stopping now and then to give sucking kisses,
tugging the outer skin this way and that, the core of his cock rock hard
now.  Heading up Ted's dick, Chantelle ran her tongue and lips along him
until finally reaching the crown, a fist-sized knob of flesh right there in
front of her face.

   Pausing only a moment, and looking into his eyes while giving a slow,
smiling kiss to the red cockhead, her lips parted, and she began to take
his cock into her mouth.  Inch after inch passed her dark lips, her cheeks
bulging from the width, throat making way as his meat entered.  Several
inches deep, she paused.  Flexing her jaw in a sucking motion, her tongue
slithered along his underside, drool slipping past her lips to drip down
her chin, before she backed up a single inch, and then sank him further
into her throat.  She paused once more, two-thirds of the way, to look him
in the eye again before taking him even further.

   Chantelle only stopped when her lips reached the base of Ted's cock. 
She held there for a moment, tensing her throat around him, before pulling
back slowly, lips dragging before she plunged in again.  Chantelle slowly
fucked Ted with her mouth and throat, neck bulging from his size, lips
stretching from her face with each pull back.  And through it all, she kept
eye contact with Ted.  Even as he gave in to the assault of sensations and
started coming hard.

   Ted's dick throbbed, as Chantelle moaned loudly, her body twitching. 
But even as she was orgasming from his spunk down her throat, she backed
away, dragging her lips again as more and more of his cock came out of her
mouth.  Until, finally, the cockhead came free with a loud pop, and a gush
of fluid, as Ted was still coming, and his next shot of sperm splattered
Chantelle's green cheek.  The next shot went in her wide open mouth, tongue
lolling and dripping with sticky semen, drooling it all down onto her bared
tits.  His last two shots went into her mouth, much of it rolling right
back out to land on her boobs, but she caught some of the last to hold in
her mouth.  She let him get a good look of her spunky mouth before
swallowing, showing him again to make it clear where that sperm had gone.

   Chantelle licked at her lips, catching a few stray drops on her cheek,
looking at his cock as if considering going again.  But Ted had something
else in mind.  Setting hands on her shoulders, Ted pulled her upwards.  She
looked at him, curious, but went with his motions, as he steered her to a
seat on his bed.  With that, he leaned in to kiss her wonderfully huge tit
again, right on the nipple.  And then a bit lower, licking at her underboob
before making a slow, wet trail down her belly.  As if reading his mind,
Chantelle leaned back on the bed, tugging at her miniskirt to bring it up.
Ted worked his way down until he reached her crotch.

   She had no panties on.  And there, before him, was her pussy.  Tight
folds with a bit of dark green hair marking it.  She was already leaking
her juices from her orgasm, and the scent of it filled Ted's mind as he
took a big whiff.  Smiling at her, he set his hands on her thighs, rubbing
the inside skin in a light massage before going inwards, only to divert to
her ass, stroking what he could reach with her sitting down.  Chantelle
grunted in annoyance at the near-miss, but Ted didn't make her wait too
long before his fingers went inward to her pussy lips.  He stroked up and
down, getting his fingers wet with leaked juices before slipping two
fingers inside her.

   She hissed in appreciation, humping his hand as Ted finger-fucked her.
After several seconds, he added a third finger, and then a fourth...  Not
meeting any significant resistance, Ted pushed further, and soon enough his
whole hand slipped up into Chantelle's cunt.  She moaned loudly as he
thrust his hand in and out of her, and moaned even louder when he leaned
over to get his mouth into play.  Kissing at the junction between his hand
and her hips, he kept up his hand motions as he started licking at her,
tasting her girl cum and seeking out that little nub all the girls loved
having licked.  Chantelle suddenly twitched, her pussy suddenly leaking a
bit more around his hand, and Ted knew he'd found the spot.  Placing his
whole mouth against the area, he hummed as firmly as he could while shoving
his hand into her even harder.

   Chantelle responded by giving a choked squeal, head throwing back, huge
tits quivering, as her pussy fairly gushed, fluid squirting randomly around
his wrist and onto his face and chest.  Ted kept right on humming and
pumping his arm, doing all he could to stretch it out for her.  All the
while, the stink of her sex surrounded him as she kept on squirting her cum
onto him.  Eventually, though, her orgasm faded, and she firmly grabbed his
shoulder.  "Oh, that was good, but seriously, get your motherfucking cock
up in my cunt.  God, I've wanted to fuck you since we first met..."

   Not one to leave a girl waiting on a reasonable request, Ted extracted
his hand from Chantelle's pussy and climbed up onto the bed with her.  She
turned, and with a brief flick of her wrist, all of their clothes instantly
moved from their bodies to the floor, before laying down on the bed with
her legs out wide for Ted.  Still fully hard, Ted took hold of his cock and
took aim before pushing it into her green, soaked pussy.  It sank in
easily, and kept right on going in, even as inch after inch disappeared
into her.  No barrier presented itself, and soon enough, two feet of
fist-thick fuckmeat was entirely inside her.

   Feeling his hipbone touch hers, Ted looked down at their junction for a
moment before laying down on top of Chantelle.  With her height, his head
ended up nestled between her mountainous tits, a wide grin on his face. 
She smiled in return, pressing her boobs together against his head.  Ted
started to thrust.  Shallow, at first, but with increasing depth as she
started matching his rhythm.  His face started to peek-a-boo between her
boobs, as he hammered a foot of dick into her pussy with each thrust. 
Tongue lolling out, Ted started licking each thrust at all the titflesh
around his head, leaving a wet trail between them which just made sliding
between them easier.

   Chuckling at the sight of Ted poking out of her cleavage over and over,
Chantelle interrupted briefly, tugging him slightly upright, but only so
far as to put his face down on her large, rubbery nipple.  All too happy to
suckle at her boob while continuing to fuck her, Ted nibbled at the teat in
his mouth before tugging on her whole boob with suction.

   Eventually, he felt his nuts rumble, and Ted sped up a bit, seeing if he
could get one more good cum out of Chantelle before he added his own.  And
then he started to cum, and Ted wasn't quite sure if he'd timed it right.
But Chantelle didn't seem to mind, as his spunk shot into her pussy,
gushing out mixed fluids to run over his nuts and her ass, staining the
bed. Both crying out in ecstasy, her legs tugging him in as far as he could
go.  As they eased down, Chantelle took his face in her hands and pulled
him into a hot kiss.  Tongues danced as their loins twitched their final
shots at each other.

   And then Chantelle broke the kiss to raise a leg and roll over, not even
disengaging as she went to hands and knees.  Ted needed no prompting to
begin thrusting again...

   It was later, as they lay on their sides facing each other, her pussy
still speared on his cock, when Chantelle looked Ted in the eye.  She
sighed.  "Ooh...  as much as I'd love to spend a week like this, they
really are expecting me back home."

   Ted sighed as well.  "So...  I guess it really is goodbye, then?"

   "Yeah," she told him.  Slowly, very slowly, she eased back away from
Ted, his cock slowly sliding free, finally allowing a huge gush of juices
to exit her pussy as the head popped loose.  Hovering above the bed,
Chantelle slowly floated over to the open floor.  A quick flick of her
wrist, and her clothes once again wrapped themselves around her.  "It's
been a pleasure, Ted.  Several, in fact," she added, smiling knowingly at
him.  "But it's time for us to part."

   Ted, standing up from his bed (which had turned into a small lake of sex
spunk), wrapped his arms around her one last time in a warm hug.  She
returned it.  As she did, he whispered, "I'll never forget you."

   "Or I, you," she whispered back.  Her words echoed oddly, seeming to
resonate on some deeper physical level.  Her body twinkled softly, going
transparent before fading away entirely.  In a few moments, Ted was left
hugging an empty patch of air.  Chantelle was gone.

   Ted sighed, glancing around his room for a moment.  His eyes fell on the
lantern, discarded and forgotton on the floor.  Thinking for a moment, Ted
leaned down and picked it up.  He considered the lens of the lantern, still
dirty and smudged even after all this time.  Raising a hand, he slowly
touched the lantern's lens and gave it a firm rub.

   Ted glanced around the room.  It was still empty.  He sighed.  "Well, it
was worth a shot."

   *****

   This is a work of fiction, if that wasn't clear enough.  Nothing I write
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may have to real people is entirely coincidental and unintentional.  And I
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