Chapter 2: Mean Girls

I walked into town to find some lube, as it seemed that this dry fucking issue would keep recurring and I was far from done! I grabbed a couple small tubes from the drug store and stuck them into my pocket for later, then scoffed as I strolled by the condoms. After having sex without them, even with the women being meat mannequins in this timestopped world, there was no way that I was going back to using those. I looked up at the convex mirror in the corner of the shop that allowed the cashier to see down each aisle and once again marveled at my lack of reflection.

I also had the feeling again that something was wrong and it took me a moment to figure it out. The shop always had soft muzak playing but now everything was eerily silent. “Yo!” I yelled out to the other shoppers, trying to break the monotonous silence, but even that sounded weird. “Who lives in a pineapple under the seaaa?!” There was something wrong with my voice ... then it hit me: in the small shop, my yell should have echoed off the walls and ceiling but there was nothing, so sound didn’t bounce, which made sense, as everything but me was time-stopped, but then how was light bouncing off everything and into my eyes, since it wasn’t with the mirrors? Shouldn’t I be blind? I mean, I was glad I wasn’t, but this seemed inconsistent. I didn’t like not knowing why, since I was at the mercy of this ‘mode’ until I snapped my fingers again. I shook my head and continued out of the shop ... for now, I’d just chalk it up to a bonus from the ifrit’s magic.

I wondered where the otherworldly creature had gone after granting my wish. Was he time-stopped too now, stuck waiting for me to get tired and return the world back to normal? Well, he’d be waiting for a while ... more fucking was scheduled, but first I was hungry. I headed to the fancy restaurant in town, pulled a plate of steak with all the trimmings over from some old, rich-looking guy out with a lady who wore way too much makeup, and cut up the meat. When I stuck a forkful in my mouth and closed my lips, the room-temperature meat suddenly got warm and tasty ... excellent! The steak was medium-rare, a little bloody for me, but I chowed down on the free food, making sure to eat some broccoli and baked potato with real butter, sour cream and genuine bacon bits on top ... yum! “It’s on him,” I told the server as he stood by with a bottle of wine, then I took the bottle, tilted it up to my mouth, and ... fuck! I didn’t want to break the bottle and perhaps cut myself, so I searched the dining room until I found someone else with wine in their glass. I had to tease the gelatin-like substance into my mouth, but once I closed my lips around it I was able to swallow the alcohol. “Hm,” I commented ... I’d had beer before but I wasn’t sure if I liked wine ... maybe it’s an acquired taste? I was going to have more, but then decided that I’d best stay sober, otherwise I might accidentally restart time in a drunken stupor.

“Okay, time to drop a log,” I told the assembled diners, though there were only a handful of them because it had been only around 4:30 PM when I stopped time, and I headed into the restroom. That was certainly an experience, as the unscented poop stopped in midair as it came out, though each turd pushed the one below it further downward. Unlike with the pee at Vanessa’s house, which I’d left in midair, I decided to push the shit down into the water using some toilet paper, since I had to wipe my ass anyway. When I was done, I flushed and of course nothing happened. Ugh ... well, the plunger was down, so once time resumed it would flush my waste away. I went to wash my hands and just about face-palmed myself when, once again, no water came out of the tap. Luckily, someone had been washing dishes in the kitchen so I was able to clean my hands in the soapy, gelatinous water.

Not finding any ladies in the restaurant worth the effort, I strolled along main street before realizing that I really should find the rest of Vanessa’s mean girl gang and give them a piece of me, literally. Except, where did they live? Everyone knew their names, of course, whispered in the darkest halls of the school ... The school! Of course ... our parents all had to fill out forms approving all the legal stuff like giving students access to the school’s computers and going on field trips and stuff, and they had to keep those somewhere at the school ... except it was closed for the summer.

I scanned about, looked across the street, and smiled.

Using the sledgehammer I had ‘borrowed’ from the hardware store, I smashed my way into the school and then to the office where I finally found all the forms. With the mean girls’ addresses in hand, I headed back out, but all the walking, breaking, entering, and searching had tired me out. I didn’t want to head all the way back home, so I instead tried some houses along my way until I finally found an unlocked door and headed inside. Finding a nice, cushy-looking bed in one of the rooms, I pulled the window drapes to block out the afternoon sunlight only to find that the room was still fully lit! But ... right, same as with the mirrors ... with time stopped, the light that was already in the room would remain. I finally just pulled the bed covers over me and slept, as there had been no light under those.

Waking up in the same afternoon that I had already napped in earlier that ‘day’ was just weird. How long had it been for me, subjectively? I guessed maybe 16 hours, though there was no real way to tell. I could feel some stubble on my chin so I went to the bathroom looking for a razor, but of course I couldn’t see myself in the mirror, nor could I extract any foam from the can of shaving gel because it was pressurized, so I just did my best without water, unfortunately cutting myself due to the awkwardness. I used some toilet paper to staunch it before eating some potato chips I found in the pantry and drinking from another squished water bottle ... ah fuck, I could have used a water bottle when shaving! Next time. I returned to my quest.

Hermione (yes, named from those books) was the closest, just down the street, in fact. Unlike her namesake, she was a voluptuous redhead, taller than most of the guys that lusted after her statuesque form. I found her laying on her stomach on her bed, clad in a tank top and short-shorts, one foot held aloft while reading a book that looked to be some weird YA monster romance with werewolves or vampires or some shit. I disrobed, pushed her legs flat, pulled off her shorts and panties, and lubed up my turgid member before pulling her hips up and pushing her knees apart. As I poked the tip of my cock at her entrance, I leaned forward to yank her tank top up, freeing her D-cups, which remained weirdly flat because she’d been laying on them. I pulled at her cone-like nipples to unflatten her boobs and then squished those fleshy funbags between my fingers as my dick slipped between her vaginal lips.

Hermione had also treated me like shit with comments about my height ... not fair, as about half of the guys at school were shorter than her! “Fuckin’ bitch,” I murmured as my six incher pushed deeper. There had been a rumor that she had fucked one of the teachers, and as near as I could tell she wasn’t a virgin, so who knows? Soon, my pelvis was pressing up against her plush ass and I began sawing into her. Every woman’s pussy was different, I realized. Hermione’s was a little looser than the other two women from ‘yesterday’ but her insides were kind of ... bumpy? I don’t know how to describe it, but it was feeling awesome. I sat back to watch her pale ass bounce as I slammed into her, but of course it didn’t ... her butt remained in the same position as when I pushed into her, and in the timestopped environment it wouldn’t bounce back. It looked kinda weird, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me. “You on the pill, Hermione?” I asked the oblivious beauty as I thrust inside her. “Might be in for a surprise in a few weeks if you’re not ... ohh shit ... ohh! Shiiit!” I grabbed her ass and thrust in hard as I blew my first load of the day deep inside the frozen girl. “Mm! Yeah...” I shuddered as I poured my essence into her possibly defenseless reproductive system.

When I was done, I pulled her clothes back on and left her pretty much as I found her, including with that same foot dangling in the air. Wouldn’t it be funny if she didn’t even notice when time resumed and my sperm continued its invasion of her body undetected? Ah, well, a man can dream. It seemed that I was really getting off on the idea of being able to cum inside any woman without consequences.

I had a look around the house for a snack and found an older woman in the kitchen wearing a pretty yellow sundress. By the look of her she was Hermione’s mother, with the same pale skin and red hair, though it was hard to determine her age ... isn’t it weird how that sometimes happens with redheads? She wasn’t tall or voluptuous -- kinda skinny, really -- so I guessed that her daughter got most of her physical presence from her dad, but I had to lift the woman’s skirt to take a look, and what I found shocked me! She had on some pretty pink panties, but I could see that she was absolutely soaked down there. Looking closer after pushing her panties aside, I could see something silicone sticking out of her pussy and wrapping upward to cover her clitoris ... a vibrator? What a perverted housewife! I could feel my spent unit reviving, so pulled her panties down and the vibe out. The sex toy was curved into a U shape, the part that was inside her about 4 inches long, and covered in her sexual juices. I took it into my mouth ... once my lips closed onto it, I could taste the woman’s nectar, a kind of sweet, metallic flavor, and I was hard as a rock again. My shorts were off and I was bending Hermione’s mother over the sink. I definitely didn’t need the lube this time as my cock easily slipped into the older woman with the assistance of her own copious juices. Luckily, the vibe hadn’t been very thick so I didn’t have the ‘hotdog down a hallway’ problem again. I pulled her sundress top down so I could grope her maybe B-cups as I took her, marveling at her pale, freckly skin as I thrust. After a few minutes, I realized that after I was done I could just push the vibrator back inside and Hermione’s mother would be none the wiser that I had filled her mature body with my seed. That thought caused me to immediately cum hard. “Fuuuck...” I moaned as I spurted ropes of sperm-filled semen against her cervix. “Urghh...” So awesome.

I did exactly as described, doing my best to put Hermione’s mother back into her original position with the vibrator sealing my ‘stealth sperm’ in place. “Best of luck, guys,” I told them as I rubbed her flat belly for luck. What? I didn’t know the woman, but she had raised a terrible child so it’s not like she was blameless in all this. Yeah, yeah, she’s a bad mom so I try to impregnate her with another kid? Hey, I wasn’t exactly thinking with my big head at that moment.

I took a piss before I left, leaving another strange, golden ice-like sculpture that would splash into the toilet once time resumed.

Heading back into town, I went back into the hoity-toity restaurant for more steak and potatoes. I could get used to this, though it was weird to not be able to smell the food before I tasted it in my closed mouth. Then I walked to my next ‘appointment’.

Sabine (rhymes with Sabrina) was perhaps the least nasty of Vanessa’s mean girls, but she laughed the loudest when I got pantsed. I mean, maybe it was an uncomfortable laugh but still ... Like Vanessa, she was in her backyard in her swimsuit, a white one-piece, but I found the European-born brunette mid-dive into her pool. I tried figuring out how to get her out of there without falling in myself but was still wary of the gel-like water. Ultimately, I decided to skip her, but I did find two older women with a strong family resemblance to her in the living room in mid-laugh, holding up beer bottles in a toast. These brunettes looked like they could be sisters so I figured one was Sabine’s mom and the other her aunt, but which was which?