A deal at the Crossroads Part 1 [Exposition] [Planned: MF, Anal, Fantasy]

Disclaimer: This is just part one of a two-part story. Unless heavily protested this story will contain some mild coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth) in part two. If that grosses you out you may want to pass up this story. It’s mostly written already, but I still need to do a lot of editing.

 
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Lynette sighed, brushing her dusty hands against her jeans. It was the eighth night in a row she had gone down to the crossroads. The trip was becoming tiresome, and if it didn’t happen tonight she was ready to give up. She kicked at the mound of earth which she buried her ritual-box. Research differed on what exactly the box should contain, so she tried a bit of everything: A vial of tears, spit, and sweat. A photo of herself. Several obscure herbs and roots; a bit dried Valerian root, Aloe powder, dried Bloodroot, and then she covered it all in graveyard dirt and brick dust. She knelt down in the middle of the dirt road, and uttered a short prayer, “please come tonight…” she whispered into the dark.

Lynette was merely ordinary, or at least she was nowhere near the beauty standard enforced by modern culture. She was a bit shorter than average and maybe a bit thick in the middle. She wasn’t curve-less but not curvaceous. Her features weren’t especially unique either, aside from some light acne scars her face was mostly plain. She had no long blonde curls or bright blue eyes, instead, both were a shade of earthy brown. The truth of it was; Lynette had been fine with her appearance for years, there were some difficult times back in high school, but she was mostly content with how she looked.

Then Kathy came into her life. Her new roommate was everything she wasn’t. Kathy was in college, a Gender-studies major, and a burlesque dancer by trade. She reconciled the two by convincing herself and everyone else, that dancing for money was somehow both a form of artistic expression and empowering. It didn’t hurt that she was stunningly beautiful, unabashed, and sexually liberated. She usually woke up around noon every day, often after a night of drinking and obnoxiously loud causal sex －or the occasional ménage à trois－ but, she still managed to do well in class, and look perfect doing it.

Lynette wasn’t jealous, not really. She only wanted men to look at her the same way they did Kathy. The months spent dieting, the hours upon hours spent in the gym, and the monthly visits with her dermatologist, and her therapist, all did little to improve her confidence or appearance. As ridiculous as it sounded Lynette decided magic was her last hope.

She stood up and began pacing up and down the dusty intersection. Her shadow bounced in the faint light provided by the fog lights of her car. The shadow reconvening with dark as she stepped back towards the light. The dirt road hardly experienced any traffic, a fact that was even truer at night. After several nights of waiting she had only seen one other car. The road was basically deserted, leading out to long stretches of farmland in both directions. It was quiet most nights, save the sounds of the night creatures, crickets, the occasional hooting owl, or the distant scurrying of something out in the grass. This night felt different though, something was watching her.

From the corner of her eye, she swore she saw something large stalking her, a huge and hairy thing down on fours. She turned to run and it whooshed by her, she could feel the rush of air billowing through her hair as it passed, she shrieked but it was gone.

Her heart was pounding, and her hands were trembling, the fog lights of her car fizzled a moment, and there he was.

A dusky figure, tall and lean, standing between her and her escape. He was clad in a fine black suit with white accents and a black short rimmed hat with a flattened top. The sleeves of his blazer were folder neatly up his forearms just below his elbow. His shirt was half-buttoned but bloused into his high-waisted slacks. He wore heavy bangles on each wrist and thin silver chains hung in loose hoops below his hip pockets.

Lynette thought he looked handsome, just sickly. His face mostly clean save his unshaven chin, his cheekbones were sharp and high, but his eyes were sunken back, accentuated with black paint, giving him a haunting almost skeletal appearance. His smile was as wide and white as a field of cotton and his eyes were yellowish, wolf-like. It was him, her deal-maker, she could sense it.

“You’re HIM?” Her voice was no higher than a whisper.

“And, whom that be?” Every word he spoke was accompanied by dreadful music, if it could be called that, a sound like; the distant symphonic reverberation from a hall of cellos and the weakened chirps of a thousand dying birds.

She could feel his voice in the pit of her stomach. “The devil?” She asked quietly.

“Ol’ Scratch, himself?” He chortled. “No, Lil’ Miss,” His arms stretched out and he took a deep theatrical bow, “I be nuthin’ but a humble servant of man,” He stood upright again, rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, “What, may I ask brings you to the betwixt ‘n between?”

Lynette swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn’t decide if the being was terrifying or pleasant, “I-I want you to fix me?”

The self-proclaimed Servant narrowed his eyes, looking at her suspiciously, “Lil’ Miss, how can one fix what is not broken?”

Lynette almost blushed, it the sentiment was sweet, but not entirely correct, “Wise and powerful spirit of the in-between, I want to look how I feel on the inside,” Lynette paused a moment, “I wanna be SEDUCTIVE, like a *vixen,* you know?” Lynette groaned struggling to find the right words, “Can you make me really hot?”

The Servant laughed, “Lil’ Miss, have you, nev-ah heard, beauty is the eye of the behold-ah?”

Lynette let out another groan of frustration, “I know… I’ve heard,” She grabbed at a large pinch of belly fat, “I’ve tried everything! I can’t get rid of this fat, my ass is too flat, I think my tits are already starting to sag… my skin is pocked and greasy…” She would’ve gone on, but her voice was starting crack. Her vision blurred as she blinked back a few tears, hoping the spirit or demon-man didn’t notice.

The Servant stroked his coarse-haired chin, “T’is not the kinda thing I’m accustomed to doin’” he explained as he stepped forward, “most bargain for talent, for wealth, ‘n the like,” he seemed genuinely puzzled.

He stroked his chin again, “this—” he nodded to himself still deliberating on the request. “—this thing you ask is easy. Too easy a thing to ask for your soul eternal, nor your firstborn, there should be no cost so heavy for such a simple thing.”

Lynette was relieved, but he seemed to think a moment, a long hard think. “Your ass is the price,” he finally answered, “I make you a beauty beyond compare, but with it comes a craving, an eag-ah wicked craving for an un-CON-ventional kinda lust, good?”

“So, I’d be really into buttsex?” it wasn’t something she had much interest in before, in fact, it was something she shied away from. *Not a terrible price, only a strange one,* “Why?” she asked.

“The thought tickles me,” he confessed with a wide grin, “and there must be a price, and to ensure our deal is well struck, I shall be takin’ you first.”

The Servant’s grinning made her feel uneasy, but she couldn’t imagine turning back now. She nodded to herself, “Okay, that’s not-a-problem,” She answered.

“Excellent,” his smile softened, “Now get down to your skivvies, all them clothes may not be fittin’ right, when we are through.”

The mild nighttime air suddenly felt chilly. Nevertheless, she nodded and did as she was bid. First, she kicked off her tennis shoes, and then peeled off her tank top, before finally, reluctantly, slowly shimmying out of her form-fitting jeans.

With her clothes tossed haphazardly in the dirt, she looked up to the Servant, “Is this good enough?” She asked.

“Perfect,” the Servant agreed, then he held up his hand, his thumb and middle finger pressed together ready to snap, “Ready?” He asked.

Lynette held in a breath and nodded. His fingers slid apart with a click, the sound echoed in her ears.

She felt a tingling feeling just beneath her skin, “Whoa…” she said softly. She could feel something was happening. She looked over her body, examining every inch of skin she could. The tingling sensation traveled down her arms and legs and back, pooling in the pit of her stomach, the mild sensation was slowly replaced with angry hum, as if a swarm of bees were actively tunneling through her bones. Her skin was on fire, she was doubled over in pain shrinking down as she doubled back, whimpering like a wounded animal. She heard her bones cracking, and she could feel them shifting beneath her skin. Her scalp was burning, her shoulder-length hair spilled down her shoulders lengthening several inches. Her lips tingled, she could feel them plumping into an irresistibly kissable shape. Her cheekbones shifted arching slightly out as her face thinned. She could feel her ribs shifting, as the air in her lungs poured out with a wheezy shriek. Her chest swelled, the fat of her breasts wobbled and shrunk down until they formed perfectly perky B cups. Her hips jutted out, shifting outward inch by inch widening passed the width of her shoulders. Her ass pulsed swelling into a deliciously plump peachy shape.

The ordeal felt like it lasted hours, but truthfully she was only writhing around for a few minutes.

When it was finally over the first thing she noticed was somehow her bra felt both too loose and too tight. So, she unclasped the back and pulled it off her chest. Her hands fell on her breasts the moment they were free. They were a bit smaller but firmer than she remembered. Her panties were nearly uncomfortably tight, the cotton cheeky style underwear was wedged so tightly between her fattened ass cheeks, it could have been mistaken for a thong.

She was standing a taller, maybe three inches or more. She couldn’t see all the changes, but she knew something incredible happened. Her hair was longer and healthier, her skin felt baby-soft, best of all her belly fat was gone, her hips were broad, her ass was thick and juicy, and her tits were perky.

She felt a little dizzy and a little weak, but she was too excited to really dwell on it. She had to find a mirror, “One second, please!” She shouted.

“Of course,” The Servant answered, but she was already running passed him towards her car.

When she arrived she swung open the door. Her fingers were trembling. Her heart was pounding. She fell into the driver’s seat and flipped down the vanity mirror. The brighter light briefly blinded her, but once her eyes adjusted, she squealed with delight. She still looked much like herself, but her best self. It was exactly how she imagine it would be. Her face was thinner, her lips were perfectly plump, her skin was smooth, free from her former scars and blemishes. Her lower lip quivered, as she smiled, joyous tears threatened to leak down her cheeks, but she managed to keep them at bay.

She was still examining her face when her stomach fluttered, there was new but familiar tingling needy pressure deep within her. The urge stemmed from her pussy and sunk further back. It was itch she needed to scratch, not quite desperately, but it was getting close. *It was his magic,* she knew. She was never like this before. *It was time to pay up…*

She gingerly lifted herself off the seat to slide her panties down her thighs and shimmied them down the rest of the way, leaving them behind on the floorboard of her car as she stepped back out onto the dirt road.

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