Changed Redux Pt. 01

"So what do you need me for?" Mary asked half way through her second slice.

"Don't you remember? It's sample night!" Julia said with a grin.

Mary groaned and dropped her head to the counter with a thump. "Really? Didn't we just do this?" She mumbled into the Formica.

"That was a year ago."

"Seems like only yesterday." Mary muttered. "How many?"

"Not too many this time." Julia said, carefully not making eye contact and taking a sip of her Coke.

The non-answer made Mary very wary. "How many."

Struggling to keep a straight face, Julia finally said, "Maybe... forty."

"What?" Mary blurted in exasperation, "That will take all night! Are you kidding?"

"Nope. And if it will take that long, we better get started." She said, getting up and heading towards her bedroom. Mary only now noticed the two large cardboard boxes sitting in the hall just outside her bedroom door.

Mary groaned again and Julia turned to face her, "Hey, you want free stuff?"

"Yes." Mary said, her head thumping down on the counter again.

"Then suck it up sunshine." She turned and marched off to her bedroom, pausing only to pick up the first of the boxes on her way in.

Sample Night was a 'tradition' of sorts that had been started a few years ago when Julia took over management of the surf shop. Every year they were given or purchased dozens of samples of new products, clothes and swimsuits to try out and see if they were worth selling. Julia decided to bring home a number of the products to get her friend's opinion. The plus side for Mary was, that she usually got to keep one or two of the items for her help. Getting a couple high end bathing suits for free every year started off as a sweet deal, but the last time the number of items that Julia had showed off had taken hours and Mary was beginning to reevaluate her opinion of the value of this little tradition. Mary secretly thought that her friend just liked the whole sample thing as an excuse to play fashion model and prance about wearing as many expensive bathing suits as possible and still charge the time to the store. She wondered at how she managed to get away with it each year but recalled that the store's owner rarely ever checked in on Julia anymore after moving to Florida a few years ago. He trusted Julia to keep the place going and as long as it made a profit for him, he pretty much let her run the place as she chose. The fact that Julia was in most respects an excellent manager and kept the store running cleanly and profitably didn't hurt.

As Mary stuffed the last bit of pizza into her mouth, a stray thought started nagging at her but when she tried to nail it down the thought seemed to flit away, just out of reach. The harder she concentrated, the more elusive the thought became. Eventually she gave up and stood to clean up the remnants of dinner.

The door to Julia's bedroom squeaked open and Julia came out wearing a cute pair of shorts and a tank top. The shorts suited her slim frame well but the tank top looked like a trash bag on her, draping shapelessly over her slim shoulders and small breasts. Mary told her so.

"Yeah, but what about the colors and pattern. Just because I can't pull it off doesn't mean someone else can't. I mean how would it look on someone else with curves?"

"I don't think it would matter. Shorts, cute, top, ugly."

Julia laughed and went back in her room to change. A few minutes alter emerging with a new outfit which Mary also gave her opinion on. Then another, and another.

The tickling nervousness in Mary's mind continued to grow but she was distracted enough by Julia's showing off of largely unattractive clothing, at least in Mary's opinion, and cleaning the kitchen that she managed to ignore it. It wasn't until the first swim suit came out that Mary realized that she may have a problem bigger than just sitting through a fashion show.

The bedroom door squeaked again and Julia came out wearing a form hugging, one piece suit of the type often worn by racers or people swimming laps for exercise. The shallow scoop neck, wide shoulder straps and low hips of the suit weren't really sexy in any way but the suit did do a magnificent job of hugging Julia's slim form and showing off her toned, well-muscled form.

A brief image of the woman in her dream flashed in her mind and Mary swallowed hard at the sudden bloom of heat in her center. Nervously, she turned away and started furiously scrubbing the stove top despite the fact that it was already clean and actually hadn't been used in days since they both favored takeout over cooking.

"Well?" Julia asked.

Mary glanced over to see Julia standing closer to the counter, her hands on her slim hips, head cocked to one side with her eyebrows raised expectantly.

Mary's eyes, seemingly on their own, slid down the length of her body and back up. The light blue and pink suit hugged her in all the right places. The bloom of heat kindled into a small flame. "It looks..." Mary swallowed again, "amazing on you."

Julia's head rocked back in surprise. "Really? This thing?" She looked down and twisted about, studying the suit from all angles. "It doesn't show off much."

As she turned Mary could see the girl's firm muscles flex and the small flame in her core burned brighter. She watched enraptured as Julia turned around and she got a good look at her friend's shapely little backside. The heat inside her continued to spread upward and she closed her eyes, took a deep calming breath as she tried to control her heartbeat which was thumping so loud Mary was amazed Julia couldn't hear it.

"Well, if you say so." Julia said and headed back to her bedroom.

As soon as the door latch clicked Mary let out a strangled gasp and gripped the edge of the countertop hard. "What the hell was that?" She whispered fiercely to herself. It's not like she was a lesbian or something. It was just that one dream or whatever it had been. That wasn't real. It hadn't really happened. Had it?

"No!" she muttered and shook her head. She wasn't going to do this. She had known Julia for over five year now and never had a single sexual thought about her friend. Well, ok she admitted, maybe a few, but usually only when she had been drinking. Her thoughts of Julia slipped back a few years and the warm glow in her core responded to the memory of the one time they had tried kissing at a college party. Julia's lips had been soft and wet and tasted of strawberry wine cooler. Her small hands had wandered over Mary's body and...

"Stop it!" She said and smacked her head against one of the cabinet doors. The sharp pain brought her back to reality and she set her mind firmly in order. She was not a lesbian. She didn't like girls. They didn't do anything for her! They... her thoughts came to a screeching halt when her eye caught on her hand gripping the edge of the countertop. On her thumb was a ring. An old ring of a dull silvery metal with intricate engravings all around it. The ring... the Bonding... the dream... had it been a dream?

Holding her hand up, she looked at the ring more closely, were the lines of the engraving glowing faintly?

The door squeaked open again and Mary jerked her hand with the ring out of sight behind her back. Looking up just barely managed to suppress a groan.

Leaning against the door frame, Julia was wearing a black and purple bikini that showed off everything in a way that the previous suit hadn't. It was an athletic cut so it wasn't really that skimpy for a bikini but it still revealed a lot and Mary couldn't tear her eyes away. The black of the thin fabric went perfectly with Julia's dark hair and the bright purple trim gave the suit just enough flash, drawing the eyes to all the right places.

"I like this one a lot." Julia said, turning around for May's benefit and bending this way and that to look at herself. Pausing, she ran her hands down her body as if smoothing the suit. "I love the cut." She adjusted the bottom then ran her hands up over her small breasts again, shifting the small mounds slightly in the suit.

When Julia ran her hands over the material covering her perky little breasts Mary shivered and felt heat bloom in her own breasts. Oh dear Goddess, she was beautiful, Mary thought then caught herself. Why was she thinking this? And why was she thinking of that weird Goddess that the sorceress from her dreams had been talking about? What was happening to her? Was it just a dream? Or was it that Bonding thing? She looked down at the ring again and this time it was definitely was glowing ever so faintly. The lines of the engraving pulsing with a deep red glow. "Oh no." Mary murmured to herself. The Bonding, the sorceress, the magic. It had been real. Mary closed her eyes. "No." she whispered.

"What?"

Startled out of her thoughts, Mary jerked her head up. "What?"

Julia laughed. "That was what I just said." She paused, looking at her friend and a look of concern crossed her face. Coming up to the counter, she said, "Are you sure you're ok? You don't look so good. You're all flushed."

Trying desperately not to stare at her friends breasts, Mary quickly looked away and went back to cleaning. She picked up a glass and turned towards the dishwasher but paused, "I'm fine, really. Just tired, that's all." Unable to control herself, looked over at Julia again, sweeping her eyes down her small, trim body, taking in the pale skin, the toned legs and arms, the slender neck, the black hair, the... Tearing her gaze away, she said, "And that suit is perfect for you."

"You think so?" Julia said, turning and heading back towards her bedroom. "I was thinking I really wished I had bigger tits so I could pull this one off. My little A-cuppers don't really do it."

The door closed with a click and Mary sucked in a shuddering breath. What was wrong with her? She couldn't be attracted to her best friend like this. She wasn't into girls, she wasn't! It was wrong. I'm not a lesbian! She railed at herself. But even as she tried to control her thoughts, her mind continually went back to the delicious image of Julia's small, athletic body being put on display before her. Her silky black hair, the dark eyes, the inviting smile... she felt her sex twitch with longing and she gave a soft moan. Her friend was so beautiful.

Julia's last words unexpectedly floated back through her mind, I wish I had bigger tits.... Instantly, the image of Julia with bigger, fuller breasts appeared vividly in Mary's mind and she gasped as a shock ran up her spine. The heavy, soft firmness of the girl's new, larger breasts filled out the bathing suit so much better, stretching the thin fabric and adding an erotic, sexiness to her already beautiful, toned athletic physique. Oh dear Goddess, she looked amazing like that. Yes, Mary thought, I wish you had bigger tits as well. At that thought, the world around Mary seemed to shiver and go out of focus for a moment before snapping back. The glass in her hand slipped from her startled fingers and shattered on the tile floor. Images of Julia were pushed from her mind as Mary looked around in alarm. What the hell was that?

The door opened and Julia came out, "What happened?" Her voice anxious.

"Huh?" She blinked then realized what had brought Julia out. There was shattered glass all over the floor. "Oh, yeah, it just slipped." She said then asked carefully, "Did you just, uh, feel something... weird?"

Julia went to the closet in the hall and got the dustpan and a brush. "Something weird? What are you talking about?" She stopped and looked right at Mary, "Are you sure you're ok? Mary? Mary? Hey.... Earth to Mary...!"

Mary's mind was frozen, her eyes were locked on Julia's breasts, trying to figure out what her eyes were telling her. The girl's breasts which had been a small, barely even there a few moments before, now did a more than excellent job of filling out the bathing suit she had changed into. The orange and green one piece was scooped low in the front and was stretched out almost to bursting over the full, rounded globes on the girl's huge chest in a way that was definitely not how it had been before. The full mounds were pushed up and together by the suit's underwire and the low scoop neck was creating a delicious display of the vast expanse of newfound cleavage.

Julia stopped speaking and followed Mary's gaze, looking down at her own breasts. "What? Have I got something on me?"

Blinking several times and shaking her head, Mary tried to regain control of herself. What the heck was going on? Julia's breasts had gone up at least three or four, maybe five cup sizes since she walked into that bedroom and she didn't even seem to notice. Mary guessed that Julia was now at least a solid double D cup which looked absolutely huge on her small body. But how? And why didn't she even notice the change?

"I... I... uh... sorry." She stammered, bending down to pick up the bits of glass at her feet. "I guess maybe I'm not really feeling so well." That was actually pretty close to the truth, she felt confused and dizzy as her mind tried to come to grips with the strange events of the last few hours. What was happening? Why was she having these feelings towards her friend? Why was a woman exciting her so much? And how, this was the big one, how had her friend gotten tits like that? And she didn't even know?

Picking up a piece of glass, Mary saw the ring on her left thumb and stopped. The engravings were glowing again, purple this time. Oh no. What was it that that sorceress had said? Something about the ring being able to control people? That the ring had magic of... of... manipulation? Something like that. And that all those men for all those years had used the ring to take control of women. She wracked her brain, trying to bring it all back. She had said the ring gave the men the ability to take control of a woman's mind but she had also said that it was never meant for a woman to wear it, that she didn't know what the ring would do. And that the ring... did... something...something else... what?

Mary glance over at Julia who was on her hands and knees, sweeping up the glass fragments with the dustpan. Mary's eyes were drawn like a magnet to canyon between the girl's huge breasts that was on display as she bent forward. She barely contained a moan as she watched the heavy mounds swaying gently with every movement Julia made.

Desire. That was the other thing that the ring did, it gave the wearer an insatiable desire for women. Oh no, no, no, no.... this couldn't be happening. But staring at her best friend's fabulous new breasts, she knew it was. Fire flared in her center, hot and hungry. The ring was making her into a lesbian. Oh dear Goddess....

Forcing her mind back to the broken glass, she used the cleanup to cover her scattered thoughts. So the magic was changing her, making her desire women and it was also changing the women around her? No, Mary realized, Julia hadn't changed till I thought about it. Until I wanted it. When I thought about her with bigger breasts and wanted it, that was when it had happened. I did that. I changed her. The thought sent another thrill up her spine. It worried her that the thrill she felt was not entirely unpleasant. In fact, it wasn't unpleasant at all. That thrill now led Mary's lust dazed mind directly to a new thought... could she do it again?

She stole a sidelong glance at her friend and wondered if she could, or if she should. It seemed so wrong somehow, but Julia didn't seem to even notice the change, so it must not have bothered her, right? And if she really could change her, then she could always change her back, right?

Mary got a hold of herself. No! What the hell was she thinking? She couldn't manipulate people like this! It was wrong. Julia was her friend. Her best friend for years and years. This was total, utterly and completely wrong! Despite her best effort to keep her eyes down and on her cleanup work, Mary couldn't help but glance over at Julia as the girl stood up, her eyes again caught on her new full breasts and for an instant Mary was struck by how top heavy the petite girl now looked with her big round tits and slender little bottom. I wish she had an amazing ass to match those fabulous tits. Mary thought before she could help herself.

Just as before the world shivered and slipped out of focus for an instant before snapping back. When it did Mary fell backward in alarm. Julia's small, slim bottom had expanded into something much fuller and rounder, the cheeks more pronounced and her hips notably wider. Her amazing butt now matching her fabulous boobs. Julia seemed to stumble for an instant but otherwise gave no other sign of noticing the change.

Panicked, Mary jumped up and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it. She looked into the mirror and stared wide-eyed at her own reflection barely visible in the darkness. "What the hell is happening to me?" she whispered. "What did I just do?"

A moment later there was a banging on the door and Julia called anxiously, "Mary? Are you ok?"

Taking several deep breaths, Mary said, "Yeah, I'm just feeling sick."

There was a pause, "Ok, do you need anything?"

"No. No, I'll be ok. I just need to stay in here for a bit."

"Ok." Julia said then added, "Call me if you need me. I'll be right in the next room."

She listened for a few seconds to be sure that Julia had walked away, then let out a ragged, shuddering sigh and looked down into the sink, feeling the oddest combination of arousal, terror, fascination, nausea, curiosity and a giddy excitement rolling around inside her all battling for supremacy.

Curiosity finally won out and she held the ring up close and studied it more closely. It was no longer glowing and once again just looked like an old, metal ring. It wasn't even shiny like silver. Just a dull, flat grey with that strange geometric engraving and the eight pointed stars.

She thought back to the dream earlier and tried to recall as much as she could. She remembered putting the ring on, then there was that strange voice in her head, the sorceress Marcellene that somehow lived in the ring or was the ring or something. And then there had been that Bonding thing and she had cum so many times she lost count. The thought of that brought a blush to her cheeks and made her sex tingle.

Forcing her thoughts back to now, she tried to remember what had happened next. She had woken up on that hilltop temple, alter or whatever it had been. There were statues of that Goddess and a desert then there was that Sorcerer Priestess Marcellene. Mary's sex tingled more strongly at the thought of the sorceress and the way they had...

Stop it! Concentrate! Mary scolded herself, dragging her wayward thoughts back yet again. What had the woman said about the ring? Mary closed her eyes and concentrated. Marcellene had said it originally was just supposed to be a spell. It was a spell she created to give that Emperor an heir, to let him knock up his wife or mistress or something. She had said it would give him the stamina and desire and the ability to make sure she got pregnant. And then it all went kapow and Marcellene was killed and became that ring or got absorbed into the ring or something like that.

The ring. Mary looked at it again. So she became this ring which has magic in it and whenever a man put on the ring he could control any woman's mind. That was what she had said, control her mind, not her body. Had she just not told her everything the ring could do? Maybe Mary had just misunderstood?

And where had Marcellene gone? Mary had kind of gotten the impression that the woman was going to be in her head from now on but now she seemed to have disappeared. Tentatively she tried calling to her in her mind. When that didn't work, she spoke the name out loud, "Marcellene? Are you still in there?" She tapped the ring, "Marcellene?"