Chapter 9

It was extremely busy in the costume department that Winnie hated. She loathed busy places, and she was disappointed by the quality of the costumes; it was extremely poor.

“Right,” said Betty to her BFF, “this is just a load of crap for a lot of money.”

Winnie nodded and as they walked out, she affirmed, “What a waste of time and they didn’t have anything that fit me anyway.”

As they walked back to the parking lot, Betty’s eye fell on a small sign in an obscure secondhand store’s window. It was a small card that had an immaculately handwritten text, “Halloween dresses.”

“Look Winnie,” she said as she pointed at the notice in the window. “Let’s have a look. I bet those are far better quality than the junk at the last store.”

Winnie peered into the scarcely lit shop and said meekly, “I don’t know. I’ve never been in here before because I didn’t like the look of it.”

Betty stared at her friend and asked, “Are you afraid to go in there?”

Winnie nodded meekly. Betty smiled and asked, “And what did you do yesterday?”

The blonde witch gasped.

“Exactly,” Betty purred, “Stop being a pussy.”

Winnie laughed and as she made a clawing move with her hand, she meowed softly.

Betty giggled but at the moment she opened the door she instantly knew why Winnie was reluctant to enter the shop. A strong ward was guarding the entrance that indicated a witch or wizard was running the shop.

“Shit!” whispered Winnie, “Did you feel that too? What the hell is that?”

“That’s a ward,” Betty responded coolly, “A normal person would’ve felt very uncomfortable.”

“Indeed,” an elderly woman’s voice said, “I don’t like mundane people much.”

An eccentrically dressed woman glided into the cramped space of the shop and her eyes grew bigger when she saw the two young girls standing there. “Oh my,” she said as she addressed Winnie, “You are Mrs. Davenport’s great granddaughter, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m Winnie Davenport,” the girl answered a little taken aback. “Do you know Nana?”

A warm smile appeared on her wrinkled face, “She used to come here often, yes.”

But then she turned to Betty and as she roamed her eyes over the black-haired girl she said, “I can’t remember any of your parents visiting me. Whose family are you from my child?”

Betty smiled demurely when she said, “I’m Betty Harris and may I ask for your name so we can give Mrs. Davenport your regards?”

The old lady frowned and pondered, “Harris? That is an unfamiliar name. Strange, especially because your aura is almost as strong as your friend Winnie. Did your family recently move to this area?”

Betty shook her head. “I was born here. Erm, Mrs.?”

“Moonshine,” the witch replied while slightly bowing her head, “Indeed very strange. But you both are welcome. So, what are you looking for?”

“Well, Mrs. Moonshine,” Betty said politely, “I noticed your little card in the window, and we wondered what you have in Halloween dresses.”

“Remarkable,” the old lady said genuinely surprised. “Not many witches would have noticed the card.”

Betty decided to ignore the woman’s remark and asked again, “So you do have Halloween costumes for sale.”

“Yes, I do, but I have a limited selection,” she said as she walked towards a narrow door. “If you would like to follow me.”

Both girls looked at each other and as they shrugged their shoulders, they followed the witch through the narrow corridor.

“Oh my god,” whispered Winnie when they walked into a massive warehouse that was completely filled with hundreds of clothes racks. Everything seemed to be color coordinated which formed a massive rainbow of garments throughout the enormous hall.

Mrs. Moonshine fished a tape measure out of her pocket and as she walked to Winnie she said, “If you will permit me to take your measurements.”

“Of course,” Winnie muttered while still overwhelmed by the enormous amount of dresses there. It didn’t take the shop owner very long to get Winnie’s well-endowed figure down in numbers and when she had done the same for Betty she said, “Right, you better stand back a bit. The Halloween gowns are quite far from us.”

The girls moved back into the direction of the door while they watched the old witch dramatically spread her arms. Betty tried to capture what the woman was chanting but she was too far away from her to hear what was said.

Both girls squeaked when a loud rumble shook the building. Then all the racks started to shake violently and suddenly all the clothes were launched in the air.

Betty and Winnie screamed when several gowns flew directly towards them but before the hangers could hit the girls the dresses changed direction to disappear into the massive chaos of soaring gowns. The noise of rustling plastic was ear deafening, and it was mind blowing to see the dresses frantically navigating through the air without any collisions.

The scary chaos lasted for only a few seconds and suddenly, the colorful dresses and gowns seemed to lose their ability to fly. They dropped like rag dolls down towards the floor. It was a fascinating sight to see how they neatly aligned themselves on empty racks.

Winnie saw that the closest rack had some beautiful Halloween outfits that seemed to be in her size. With a happy squeal, she rummaged through the costumes until her eyes were drawn to the ruby red velvet sequin dress, accompanied by deep purple opera gloves.

“I think I’m going for Jessica Rabbit this time,” she said to Betty.

“Excellent choice,” praised Mrs. Moonshine, “and you Miss Harris? What do you fancy?”

Betty walked to the costumes and without any hesitation she pulled a shiny dark blue mini dress with red and blue stockings off the rack. She said, “I think I’ll go for this Harley Quinn outfit.”

“Brilliant!” the old lady said enthusiastically. “I’m pleased you both found what you were looking for.”

They both were sitting in the car when Betty pondered what had happened at the secondhand shop and asked Winnie, “Do you think that Nana got her vial with witch power from Mrs. Moonshine?”

“I guess so. I thought it was pretty weird to pay for our dresses in witchcraft power,” Winnie responded, “I don’t even know if we gave her too much.”

Betty shook her head, “I’m sure we didn’t. I mean she was thrilled to have new customers, and it would be stupid of her to take advantage of us.”

“Yeah,” Winnie said giggling, “My god, I’ve never seen this before. All those clothes flying around like a huge flock of gigantic birds.”

“But there’s more to it, Winnie,” Betty said in awe. “Whatever you get from there will always fit you perfectly.”

“Hmm, Now, that is certainly interesting.”

“I wonder if she’s creating them from scratch,” Betty murmured.

“I’ll ask Nana.”

“Oh my!” Exclaimed Betty as she arched her back. She groaned loudly while trying to take deep breaths and finally shouted, “Bloody hell!”

“Betty!” Winnie gushed as she grabbed her BFF’s hand. “What’s the matter?”

Betty moaned softly while a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She slowly shook her head while she murmured, “Frankie, Frankie.”

“Okay Miss Harris,” Winnie said curtly. “Curse or not, you have to tell me what you’ve done to him.”

“Well,” said Betty with a guilty expression etched on her face, “It seems I’ve made a small mistake.”

“Uh huh, go on.”

“You see,” the black-haired witch continued, “I’ve changed Frankie a little bit.”

“So, you did use magic on him.” Winnie grumbled.

“Yes. But it was in the spirit of allowing his girlfriends to have more pleasure, like erm, that he could last longer. So, I gave him control over his orgasms.”

“You did what?” Winnie exclaimed incredulously.

“I’ve done it to make sure he wouldn’t complain to his grandmother,” Betty confessed, “I’m sorry.”

Winnie sighed and then asked, “But what just happened, Betty?”

“I, I, erm, somehow I get his energy when he cums,” she conceded meekly, “I think I forgot to detach myself when I’d finished embedding the spell in his body.”

Winnie giggled. “Oh, that’s just so funny. So, you will be flooded with his energy whenever he has an orgasm.”

Betty nodded slowly, “It looks like it, but the problem is it’s draining from his reserves. I’m pretty sure he won’t last long, especially because he doesn’t have his witch power.”

“Death by orgasms,” Winnie said laughingly, “what a way to go.”

“Not funny,” Betty responded softly, “I have to find a way to fix it.”

“Perhaps Nana will know,” suggested Winnie.

“I think she will,” Betty sighed, “but I’m not sure if I want to share my story with her.”

“I think you have no choice,” her BFF said, “I don’t like Frankie but you’re right; you need to find a way to fix him.”

Frankie stood in front of the mirror looking at his erect cock that bobbed in the rhythm of his heartbeat. He couldn’t get the image of Betty’s massive tits out of his brain. The red lace of her lingerie set matched the color of her plump cupid bow lips.

He really loved the way she had played with his balls, and he knew none of his girlfriends had ever managed to get him that close to the edge of no return like Betty.

He inhaled deeply, desperately searching for the smallest hint of her perfume. Slowly he started to stroke his cock and imagined the sexy bitch to be ready to receive him in her soaking wet pussy.

He closed his eyes and imagined Betty spreading her legs widely, ready to be impaled by his thick girth. He truly enjoyed the sight of her breasts swinging up and down while he was pounding his painfully hard cock into her snug channel.

He sighed deeply when he opened his eyes, knowing it was just a fantasy. Actually, he hated the fact that she was constantly on his mind. He still had a tough time believing as she walked away from him, dressed in the most revealing lingerie set. Her delicious rump and her incredible toned legs were just so sexy. Let alone her shiny stilettos that reflected in the light of the corridor.

But he felt a shiver run down his back when he remembered when she completely restricted his movements. Actually, he was terrified when his cock was already thickening and as soon as her tits were growing his body shuddered with desire. Her sexy smile was ever so appealing, and her confidence was absolutely intoxicating. And then he saw the darkening skin of her nipples and he hated the fact the bra was preventing him from seeing the rest of her mouthwatering tits.

He stroked his cock and wanted to paint those delicious mounts of flesh with cum. It was time to show this bitch he was her superior and blast his cum onto her voluptuous chest.

He roared while his cock blasted thick ropes against the mirror, and he kept on bucking his hips until he was completely spent. He groaned when he realized he’d made a huge mess. Normally he could get rid of it with a cleansing spell but now a lot of toilet paper and water was the only way.

He felt weak but he knew he would be in serious trouble if his mother found his mess. He sighed softly, knowing he was suffering from the effect of Winnie’s curse. Luckily, tomorrow was Halloween, and he knew he had no other choice than to beg Winnie for forgiveness.

Winnie stopped the car in front of Betty’s house and killed the engine. “Did you actually tell your parents?”

Betty shook her head. “My dad has night shifts. I’ll tell them this weekend.”

“Do you want me to be there, to give you support?”

Betty chuckled. “You know, I have no idea how to broach the subject. I mean, can you imagine how my dad would react if I elevated his cup of coffee? He is a policeman. Hell, he just won’t accept it.”

“I know,” Winnie responded, “Nana suggested asking someone from the supernatural society to help you. They have more experience dealing with, like, stubborn people.”

Betty nodded. “Let me think about it. It’s bad enough I fucked up my first spell and I definitely don’t want to be linked to Frankie, especially when he jerks himself off so many times a day.”

Winnie started to giggle. Her BFF joined her and said between giggles, “Oh god, what if he does it while I am telling my parents I’m a witch?”

They both howled with laughter when they imagined the precarious situation.