The Last Stop on the Left

"You're not as screwed as... can probably undo most of..."

Berts heart leapt into his mouth when the voice said 'undo'. Holy crap on a stick, I'm not as screwed as thought! The voice was still talking and Bert was now straining to get every word he could.

"..still say leaving is the best... if you're set in staying put then... I repeat don't give in. That's... pleasure. Now I'm two hours... fast as I can but... off yourself! Over."

Ok, I think I get the gist of what you're trying to tell me buddy. No more playing around with the naughty bits. "I think I get what you're saying man. Ok, I can just sit still for a couple of hours until you get here. Over."

The voice was starting to get clearer now, a good sign that he was drawing closer to Bert. "Well I guess that's the best we can do for... don't engage with that fucker, no matter how... He won't make it easy but if you do... ignore him then he'll have no power over... just to be sure I know it's you when I finally... your name son? Over."

Bert felt new hope swell through him, as well as a large amount of gratitude towards this person. "My full name is Robert Browning, but my friends all call me Bert. You get me out of here and I'll make sure you never want for a beer again. Over"

A dry chuckle came over the radio. "Heh, one thing at a time Bert. We can work out the details later. Right now... is getting you out of there. My name is Randall, and..."

With a loud and sudden electronic squeak the sound cut instantly out and the backlight on the CB went off. Bert jumped in his seat, fear rising to his throat. He smacked on the radio and twisted all the knobs for several seconds before he realized what had happened, his car's battery had just bit the dust.

"Dammit! Of all the time to crap out on me!" He kicked the underside of the dash in a rage which resulted in a spectacular throbbing pain in his big toe. As he rubbed his tender toe his mind started turning over the particulars of the conversation. Ok bad timing with the battery, but help is on the way! Randall knows where I am and is definitely on his way to get me out of here. All I have to do is sit here for two hours and keep my hands off myself. How hard could that be?

Bert checked his watch and saw it was now a quarter after four in the morning. With the battery dead, Bert decided the best thing to do was to stretch out in the back and try to get some shut eye. I get the feeling Casper isn't going to let me get much sleeping done but fuck it, not like I can do much of anything else right now.

Bert locked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, one of his legs were draped off the side of the seat, the other was raised up slightly. He was a bit too tall for the back seat to allow him to stretch out. He kicked off his shoes and wiggled his toes as he tried to get comfortable.

A cool breeze drifted in through the windows and gave his skin goose bumps. The breeze caressed the naked flesh of his lower half and grazed the folds of his vagina. An all too familiar tingle started to spread from his crotch. Bert furrowed his brow in a frown as he tried to ignore the pleasantness that was coming from his tingling new gentaila. Only bad things will come from that.

He rolled on his side in an attempt to block out all stimulation to his pussy and folded his hands under his head to make a lumpy pillow. He tried to think of anything to take his mind off of any kind of genital stimulation. His thoughts surprisingly turned to his new lips. His tongue slipped out between them and started probing around. They were soft and plump, exactly how Mary's lips had been, if not a little fuller.

The thought of Mary and all her craziness brought a smile to Berts new lips. It seemed like it had been years ago that he had been worried all about her and whatever madness she wanted to perpetuate on him, all because he dared to exhibit a little free will. How much things have changed. One thing is for sure though. When I get out of here, I'm never going back. I'll spend some time with my folks and then... who knows? The point is I will be free. I've had enough experiences with crazy things to last me a lifetime.

Bert hung on to that idea for some time until a voice that sounded an awful lot like Marys stirred up from the depths of his mind. Free? You think just by staying away from the college you'll be free? You'll never be free. You think running back to your parents will help? Ha. I can find you anywhere you go, buddy boy. Any place you try to put down roots, I'll be there around the corner to rip them up. I'm going to torment you for the rest of time, you pathetic little man.

Bert opened his eyes and tried to brush those evil thoughts away. He rolled over to his other side and tried to think of something else. But he felt all twisted up inside now. Because deep down he really was convinced that Mary was never going to let this go, let him go. But what could he do? There was no way he could hide forever. Not if he wanted to enjoy life in any real way.

Or was there? A new voice in his mind spoke up, one whose tone Bert didn't recognize at all. You got your cock swapped out with a pussy, a voice that is the envy of any woman and you have lips that would make a world class porn star jealous. Who says it has to stop there? All you have to do is to just give in to a little pleasure and you could actually be a whole new person. Someone whom Mary wouldn't be looking for and could never find. And there are other benefits to it too. Think about all the things you've been troubled over but had no answers to. Think about what a fresh start could do for you, Bert. There would be no more boring classes you hate, no more uncertain future filled with a miserable scramble to stay alive and best of all no more crazy ex-girlfriends trying to cut out your heart with a rusty spoon. All you have to do is just give in and...

Bert felt one of his hands drifting down to his crotch. His pussy had been aching with a desire that he didn't notice until just this second. He was panting, overflowing with a need for a release. All it would take is one touch Bert. Just one touch and Mary will never bother you again. Just one touch and Syliva will make all your problems disappear...

Berts hand froze with the tips of his fingers less than an inch away from his throbbing pussy. His eyes snapped open and he sat straight up and ramrod still, and clamped his arms at his sides. He then pressed himself back into the seat and focused his eyes on the dark radio in the dashboard. He denied any and all feelings coming from his groin and drove out any voices in his head with sheer force of will. His cunt was burning with a need to be touched so badly it was making his eyes water. Bert bit into his bottom lip and applied pressure until it started to hurt. He focused on that sensation of pain rather than the searing need coming out of his vagina.

Slowly but surely, the insane need for pleasure faded from his body and from his mind. Only after the need had faded away completely did Bert allow himself to relax. He was covered in sweat and felt sore from all the tension he had been holding. But he was in control of himself again.

He took a deep shaky breath and let it out slowly. Fuck! Jesus, That was close! Bert checked his watch and saw that it was now thirty three minutes after four in the morning. Jesus Christ, this is going to be a long ass night.

Bert got out of his car on shaky legs. He shook his hands vigorously and walked in a circle around the charger. "I can't even trust the inside of my own mind. Tha sick bastard." Bert stoped walking, tilted his head back and shouted out into the darkness of the night, "FUCK YOU CASPER! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BEAT ME!"

There was no immediate response to his shout, so Bert just stood there and listened to his cry echoing off into the darkness. After it faded away to nothing, he stared up at the starry sky. He hadn't realized it until just this very moment, but there was a full moon the color of blood out.

"Figures." He said to no one in particular.

As Bert contemplated what his next move should be, the voice of the ghost drifted out from the front seat of his car. "Sylviaaaaaaa. My sweet sexy Sylvia, where have you gone? Come back to me my sweet and I'll make all your problems disappear. Sylviaaaaaaa."

Oh good, Casper has now possessed my car. Joy.

"Sylviaaaaa." The ghostly voice called out again and again. It was quickly started grating on Berts nerves. The voice continued calling for Sylvia, and the more Bert tried to ignore it, the more it felt like it was boring into his brain.

"Sylviaaaaa, come be a good girl for me. Let me give you all that you deserve, you naughty girl. Sylviaaaaa."

Bert knew he shouldn't engage with the voice, that only bad things would probably come from it, that it was definitely trying to manipulate him. But after a while he didn't care about any of that, he just wanted that stupid voice to shut up!

"Sylviaaaaa." Bert threw open his car door and stared inside. The car was just as empty as he left it. A crumpled fast food bag on the front seat containing a handful of fries, a full bottle of water in the cup holder and his scattered pair of sneakers in the back seat. The voice was coming from his CB radio. It was backlit with a dull green glow. If it was meant to scare Bert in some way, it only managed to piss him off more.

He reached in and snatched up the mic, stretching the cord to its limit so he could stand outside the car. His thumb jabbed at the mic button in an extremely irritated way. "What do you want, Casper? Can't reach inside my brain and try to trick me again?"

The voice answered back in a soft and smooth tone. "Oh Sylvia, my darling. How I've missed you. Let me count the ways."

Bert rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Spare me the bad poetry. Just tell me what you want so i can tell you to go fuck yourself."

The voice took on the mock tone of a wounded party, "Oh Sylvia, my darling. Do you think I'm such a heartless monster? That wounds me sweetie."

Bert spat out a short bark of a laugh. "I'd love to do more that wound you, you twisted fuck. The shit did I ever do to you that gave you the right to fuck up my life, huh? What sick kind of mind even thinks up this twisted shit?"

The voice let out a soft chuckle. "I fucked up your life? HA! You did that all by yourself, sweetie."

Bert felt himself grinding his teeth every time the voice called him 'sweetie.' He suppressed his anger because he recognized that it wouldn't help him here right at this time.

The voice continued. "You're the one who got a psychotic girl on his case, the one who couldn't plan for any kind of future, the one who didn't check if your car was up for such a long journey, the one who..."

Bert cut the voice off with an angry growl. "Alright, you've made your point. I'm not a perfect human being." Bert paused for a second, anger stewing his thoughts. After a moment he found he couldn't contain himself any longer and angrily bursted out, "You know what? I fucking lied. I don't get your point, AT ALL. Just what is it you're trying to point out by dragging out all my flaws into the daylight? I just don't get it. Enlighten mem Casper"

The voice was now crooning at Bert with a soft and caring tone. "Dear sweet girl, don't you see? I'm trying to help you. You're clearly not suited to the rigors of a standard day to day existence. What was it you were dreaming about before you got here? To live a life free on the road? I can give that to you. Oh yes, that and so much more."

Berts mind reeled and spun at that last statement. Was all this truly for his benefit? Could he really be free of Mary and the dull turns of his day to day life? These thoughts rolled through his mind and Bert found himself drawn to the idea of a fresh start. But...

Bert forcefully pushed away the idle wishes he felt to the back of his mind. Things didn't add up with what Casper was pitching. All of this is for my benefit? How was forcing me to give a blowjob for my greater good? Bert didn't buy what the voice was selling.

"Nice try Casper. Good effort. A+, really. But you can go sling your bullshit to some other sap because I don't buy it." There was no reply over the radio so Bert decided to press his point further, if only to keep his own mind focused on not giving the voice what it wanted. "Who's Randall? He seems to know an awful lot about you, and doesn't seem to have too high an opinion of your character. Is he the one who got away?" No answer came. Bert continued undaunted by the lack of a reply. "I think this is what you do Casper. You twist people around with promises of new lives or whatever because you're a sick bastard who can't get his ghostly rocks off any other way. Then you make them into bimbo sex dolls and leave them to their fate. Tell me I'm wrong." Bert waited several minutes for a reply. God, maybe I've really beaten him and he'll leave me alone!

Finally the voice spoke up again, but this time it lost all its playful tones. Now it sounded cold and hard. "It's been a long time since someone said no to one of my offers. Congratulations."

Bert didn't feel relieved by this statement, only worried. The voice started up again. "But if you think Randall can save your sorry ass, you're kidding yourself, kid. You're still my plaything. But, I must admit that I'm impressed that you've managed to resist me so far, so I've decided to make this more interesting."

Bert stiffened up. This doesn't sound good.

The voice continued. "Let's play a little game, Bert. I'll keep the rules mostly the same, every time you give into the lustful urges of your body, another part of you will be transformed. However I solemnly promise that I won't try to trick your thoughts anymore. It will just be you versus your own body's needs."

Bert felt this was all too easy. "What's the catch Casper?"

The voice chucked. "The catch will be that you're a nymphomaniac. Like all good sluts should be."

Oh craptastic.

The voice let out a dark string of laughter before continuing on. "Now if you can manage to not get fully changed all the way by sunup, then i'll change you back and let you go. No fuss, no muss. But if you fail..."

Bert grimaced. "Yeah I got the picture."

The voice sounded darkly excited now. "Excellent. Oh by the way, I'll leave you some toys in the bathroom, just in case you need to... relieve yourself of any tension."

Bert let out a snort. "Yeah thanks buddy, but somehow I think I'll manage to do without the goodies." As if I'd ever think about 'indulging' myself!

"Oh of course you'd think that way. But that's just because you haven't been properly motivated yet!"

Confusion and a trickle of fear ran through Berts mind the instant those last words were uttered. "What do you mean by..."

Berts query was cut off as he let out a gasp of astonishment. His chest was swelling up rapidly. His peck felt like they were bloating up with water as they pushed out under his t-shirt, forming a very familiar shape. Two round mounds of flesh the size of baseballs were jutting out of his chest in a matter of seconds, and they were getting bigger in a hurry. Desperate to stop the abhorrent growths, he firmly grabbed both of his newly expanding breasts with his hands, only to be given a shock of pleasure that went right to his pussy, which started throbbing with delight.

"Fuck!" Bert shouted and dropped his hands away. Those damned things are sensitive! His boobs had swelled to the size of softballs now and were still growing. I can't even see my toes anymore! This is ridiculous! His shirt was quickly stretched to the limit as his new breasts expanded and began to pull it taunt. His shirt was soon straining at the seams.

The sensation of the fabric rubbing against his enlarged nipples was driving him crazy. Juices dripped from his pulsing cunt and ran down his legs. The electric sensations coming from his nipples were beginning to drive him wild. His breasts finally stopped growing when they reached the size of honeydew melons.

His shirt had been pulled so taunt that the hem of it had raised about an inch above his belly button. Bert felt like if he sneezed his t-shirt would explode.

"Oh yes, you should have some real fun with those puppies." The voice laughed out.

Bert cried out, "This isn't fair! I didn't even do anything yet!"

"Yes, yes. But all's fair in love and war, and I think our little game qualifies as a little of both! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" The voice cackled like a maniac and then suddenly it was gone.

Bert stood stock still for a few moments. He didn't know what to do. Everytime he so muched as twitched, his new tits rubbed against the fabric of his shirt, which would send waves of pleasure coursing into his vagina. It was causing his legs to quake and his knees to buckle. After a few more seconds of indecisiveness he decided that he couldn't stand it any more and ripped the shirt off his body, tossing the pieces into his car.

He then stood perfectly still, balling his hands into fists until his pussy calmed down to a mild hum. He then took a deep breath and then looked at the damage. His new tits were huge. He cupped his hands under them and felt their heft. It was quite a lot. He kept his fingers away from his nipples, which was a bit of a challenge as they were now four inches in diameter. His boobs were heavy but held firm high up on his chest. For shits and giggles, he did a little jump and felt how they jiggled around.

He found that he was feeling up his new chest attachments with a passion and couldn't help but to admit to himself just how erotic he found it all. But in a flash his mind pulled him away from the edge of no return again. His hands clapped his car door and gripped it so tight his knuckles turned white. Get a grip! This is no time to be feeling yourself up! You fuck up here Bert and there is no turning back, ever!

Bert tried to hold on to those thoughts and fight the wild urges he felt growing inside him. His pussy ached to be touched again and quivered with need. But there were other problems Bert had to contend with now. The cool night air was causing a reaction in his newest additions. His nipples, now so sensitive that even the gentle caress of the breeze sent shivers down his spine, hardened and pushed out.

Still clutching the door, Bert rolled his head back and let out an unconscious moan. His new voice made him sound like a porn star in heat. Why deny it? I AM in heat. And damn if it doesn't feel good!

Bert's hands pulled away from his car door and slowly started to run over his enormous boobs. His fingers brushed against his engorged nipples. Bert gasped and bit the corner of his lip, letting it slowly roll out from between his teeth.

Despite the coolness of the outside air, Bert felt incredibly warm. His skin felt a thousand times more sensitive than before. His hands were no longer gently exploring his new fleshy assist, they were roughly groping them. Squeezing them, Bert found that his new boobs were so large that he couldn't come close to fitting one in his hand. Hell, he could barely cover his nipples with his palm now.

He pinched his nipples and rolled them between his fingers, savoring each shock that raced through his body as a result. An all too familiar bubble started building within his body. God, I need to stop this. I've got to quit now before I...

But as another wave of pleasure washed over him, his own pleas to stop were drowned out by an oncoming rush of overwhelming lust. One of his hands was now furiously rubbing his sopping cunt. The combination of sentations was too much for poor Bert, and he finally gave up his mental efforts to stop altogether and just chose to bask in the moment.