Welcome To Tinder Grove
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 1
///// "The Sapphire Ring"
Agent Samantha Brown (Sam to her friends) sat at her desk looking over her current case folder. It was filled with all of the work she had been doing for the last year, yet she knew that those that weren't here in town would read it like fiction. She brushed her curly red hair out of her face as she got up and placed all of the files in a safe under her desk.
Being in Timber Grove had made her cautious.
She then felt a tingle run up her spine, but shrugged it off. She walked out of the only real closed off room in the office and into the main entryway. The office was set up like a storefront, with big glass windows looking out onto Main Street and a tiny reception area in the corner. It was only she and her secretary in the office, and Sam liked that setup just fine. She was about to return to her office and gather up her things when her secretary started banging on the doors.
It was well past midnight, so Sam was shocked by the sudden appearance of Jennifer, but she got over it quickly and unlocked the doors so she could enter.
"Sam, you have to help me!" Jennifer locked the door and and sat down in a nearby chair with her head buried in her hands.
Something was wrong...
In front of Sam sat her secretary, Jennifer Lyons, but this was no mousy haired bean pole that had started working for her. Jennifer now more closely resembled one of the girls she herself had referred to as plastic. Her hair was a soft brown and it cascaded down her back, and it drew attention to her ass that had filled out ever so slightly in her tight jeans. Her Mickey Mouse T-shirt was now stretched across a pair of perky breasts, not large but she had nothing going on before. Sam took in all the little changes, but the one that stood out most was her eyes. Sam could tell she had been crying, but that did nothing to deter from her blue eyes.
Her glowing blue eyes.
"Jennifer, what's happening?! You look..."
"I know," she managed through sobs, "something's happening to me! Not only to me, something happened to Penny!"
"You need to calm down and talk to me. When did this start?"
"You're going to hate me..."
"No, I won't."
"I went to the thrift shop."
Sam was mad. This was the same thrift shop that she had been investigating for the last month. She felt she could trace at least half of the recent disappearances to the shop.
"Tell me everything, now."
Jennifer looked at the ceiling and started talking very quickly. "There was this sapphire ring," she showed Sam, "and Levi said that it would make me more feminine. You know I've always hated the way that I look, and I just needed something to change."
"You know I think that Levi shop is no good, and yet you do this!" Sam was yelling now.
"I know! I'm so sorry, but I just asked Greg out for some drinks and he laughed at me!" Jennifer was crying again. Greg was the local deputy and Sam knew Jennifer had it bad for him. "I couldn't take it, so I went by the shop to buy me something to make me feel better. That's when Levi gave me the ring."
"Wait, did you find it or did Levi give it to you?"
"He gave it to me..." More sobbing. Sam sat down at her desk and sighed.
"So what happened next?"
"Well, I went back to my apartment and Penny made dinner and everything was totally normal. When I went to go to bed I pulled out the ring Levi gave me and put it on, I mean it really is a pretty blue. Then I laid down in my bed and that's when things started changing." Jennifer stood up as to make sure Sam knew what she was talking about. "I mean, it was real subtle as first, but I could tell something was happening. My body tingled, I felt different... I felt good..."
Jennifer was rubbing her thigh slowly and spaced out for a moment. She had been working in the office for a couple of months and Sam knew her pretty well. She was taking classes at TGCC and was still a virgin. In fact, any mention of sex made her blush. Sam felt bad for her, but she didn't feel much empathy because Sam was a knockout. She had no problem landing guys with her red hair in a ponytail and her breasts pulling every eye in town. Sam knew she could have any guy, now she could see the same confidence in Jen's distant gaze, and it set her on edge.
"My breasts started growing a little and my head felt all itchy as my hair grew. That's when this guy came in my room..."
Sam was jerked back into reality at the mention of a boy. "Wait, there was a man?"
"Oh, yeah. I fucked him."
Not once in all time around Jennifer had she ever used such language, let alone talk about sex like that. "You had sex last night?"
"Oh yeah, I fucked him real good. He looked familiar and wasn't that good looking, but I didn't care. I was so hot, my body just kind of took over." Jennifer had stopped crying now and was pacing the floor, as she continued telling her story she became more and more animated. "He never even said a word, just came into my room and jumped on my bed. I went down on him, and it took a long time for him to get it up, but I got him there. You know, I had never given a guy a blow job before, but I think I did pretty well."
"Jennifer, listen to yourself... This isn't like you!" Sam was pleading with Jennifer now, almost like she was pleading for her own life. Sam not only felt dismay at what she was hearing, she felt weaker all of the sudden.
"Once I got his cock at attention I threw him on the bed and fucked him for what felt like forever. As I did it my tits grew bigger and my ass filled out. It was amazing!" Jennifer's eyes were glowing blue again, and Sam could no longer bring herself to speak. "I must have came like a hundred times, and he just kept giving it to me. Soon he was a lot more forceful, and he began fucking me harder and harder. I passed out after he started fucking me from behind, and I didn't wake up until the morning."
Sam wanted to ask more questions, but the room was beginning to spin around her.
"That's when I noticed that Penny was gone. Her bed was unmade and she left her phone and everything else behind. What happened to her? Did that guy fuck her too and take her?"
Everything was now crystal clear to Sam. "Jennifer, you fucked Penny."
"What?" Then it dawned on Jennifer, why they guy had looked so familiar. "Oh my God, I fucked Penny? Why is this happening?"
Sam was finding it hard to focus on anything, let alone the craziness of the facts in front of her. "The ring... it must feed off of a woman's feminine energy and pass it to you." Saying the words out loud added a sort of clarity to the situation and Sam was able to focus for a little while longer before losing it. In front of her very eyes Jennifer was changing. Most notable were her breasts now tearing her tiny t shirt to shreds, revealing a lovely pair of D cups. Her tummy tightened and her hips flared out giving her a wonderful hourglass shape. Her hair had turned a dark brown and now hung in big curls around her face that would land her on the cover of any magazine she chose.
Jennifer didn't fully realize the fact that she was half naked in front of Sam, because for every change she went through Sam went the other direction. Sam's tits had flattened almost instantly and her hair had fallen to the floor leaving a little bit on top. Her arms bulked up and her face squared out a little, but Jennifer could still see Sam somewhere in that face.
"God, what have you done to us!" Sam's voice was now a husky baritone. "Levi... he wanted this..." Sam tore his white shirt off revealing a chiseled body and a six pack. Soon Sam started to get taller as muscles spread across his body.
"Why is it happening so fast?" Jennifer asked as her hands roamed her changing body on their own accord.
"Penny was homely at best, I'm... I'm a woman..." His mind was now going blank, but it didn't matter because Jennifer was no longer paying attention. Instead she was unzipping his fly and putting his new cock in her mouth.
There was no words for Sam to describe the feeling of receiving his first blow job. Jen was doing things with her tongue that Sam had never done before. He wanted to tell her to stop, to pick her up and try and get her back to normal... but that blow job was just so damn good.
So instead of trying to get Jennifer back to her senses, Sam used his new strength to pick her up and place her back on the ground on all fours. Nothing in his mind was more important in that moment than penetrating his cock into his secretary, and he practically ripped her jeans into as he pulled them off of her. He looked at the fiercely luscious ass in front of him and ran his fingers up and down her panties.
"Oh my God! Don't tease me!!!" She yelled between little shouts of pleasure. Sam listened to the sexy creature in front of him and ripped her panties off like they were made of paper. She was completely soaked, so it took absolutely no effort for him to take his cock and go balls deep in one motion.
"Fuck! God, keep fucking me!" Jennifer yelled as she was now the peak of feminine sexuality while behind her Sam's new male form would turn many eyes. She loved the way her massive tits jiggled with each thrust from behind, a far cry from the mosquito bites she had before. He was so deep inside of her that she thought he would split her in two, yet he seemed to be getting even bigger with each thrust.
When Jennifer awoke sometime later, Sam was nowhere to be found. In a moment of clarity the evenings events entered her mind and she rushed into the bathroom. She was shocked at the beauty that stared back at her, and for a moment didn't believe it was her. Her face was only slightly different, but her body and hair were something else altogether.
"Oh my gosh..." She then remembered what she had done with her new body the previous night. "Oh my gosh!". She had "slept" with Samantha almost the entire night, doing things now that made her blush a deep crimson.
"The ring," she said aloud as she looked down at her hand, finding the ring now gone. She searched around the office, though the piles of torn rags that had so recently been clothes, yet the ring was nowhere to be found.
The ring and Sam were gone, and as she tried to find something to cover her new body with she thought about what she would have to do next. While looking for clothes she found Sam had left his purse and phone on his desk, but she did find a change of clothes in her closet. As Jen put on Sam's shirt, she was dismayed to find her breasts not allowing her to button it up all the way and her ass making the skirt a chore to pull up. She did the best she could with what she had, but in the end the outfit just made her look even more "curvy".
Now that she was somewhat dressed she knew the next step she needed to take. She sat at her desk in the reception area and after dialing some numbers she lifted the phone to her ear.
"Hello? I need to speak to Agent Carter regarding an incident in Timber Grove..."
///// To Be Continued
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 2
///// "Arrival"
Timothy August didn't want to be in Timber Grove.
It was the only thing he could think of when he saw the big sign on the side of the road which exclaimed "Welcome to Timber Grove!" It was the exclamation mark at the end of the sign that gave him pause. It was also the fact that he was transferred from his job in Spokane to a town that he literally had to look up a dozen times on Google before he found any information.
In addition to that, he was tasked with tracking down someone he had very little interest in seeing: Agent Samantha Brown, his former fiance.
After the welcome sign there was another mile or so of trees before he saw any sign of the town. There were some new neighborhood developments on either side of the road, with some grocery stores being built. After that he arrived on what was probably referred to as "Downtown", which for this city constituted Main Street and a bunch of older buildings lining it.
Nothing about the city necessarily felt odd to him, yet he felt like the hairs on the back of his neck were standing. He followed his cars GPS to a small storefront at the end of Main, and saw a small sign hanging up in the window that said "FBI, Timber Grove Office". He parked his car around back and got out, putting on his suit jacket as he did so. It was early in the afternoon on a typical May day in Washington, which meant it was overcast with a slight chance of rain.
He walked around to the front of the building and walked inside the doors. He was shocked to see the smallest office he had ever seen. There was one room off to the left with a few chairs and a little reception area in the back. All in all it was the size of his college apartment, a far cry from is mansion like office in Spokane.
"Hello? Is there anyone here?"
Soon a woman appeared out from the bathroom door and she looked positively embarrassed. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She then ran over and shook his hand, and Tim was at a loss for words. "Hi, I'm Jennifer Lyons, your new secretary."
In front of him stood the biggest juxtaposition of a woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was wearing a baggy pair of jeans and a hideous sweater with a cat on it while her hair was done up in a bun and she wore a pair of thick eye glasses... But none of that could hide one of the most sexy figures he had seen on a woman, as well as the prettiest blue eyes.
"Um, sir?"
Tim saw that he was still shaking her hand, as well as the confused look on her face. "Agent August, ma'am." He didn't know why he threw ma'am in there, but his mind wasn't really his own.
All the while he sized her up, Jennifer did the same. Tim was a little taller than most guys, probably six foot, and he looked like he was probably a little past thirty. His black hair was neatly trimmed and he wore a very nice black suit. When she took him all together, he was a fairly attractive man.
"It's so nice to meet you, is there anything I can do for you?"
He wanted to take it easy, but found the long drive had made him a little on edge. "Tell me everything you can about the night Agent Brown went missing?" For some reason Jennifer went a bright red at the question. "I'm sorry, Jennifer... Am I missing something?"
"Did Agent Carter tell you anything?" She was leading him into his new office before closing the door behind them. "Here, this is your office... I know it's small, but Sam didn't..."
"Yeah, please tell me about Sam, Jennifer."
She began pacing around, then it looked like she thought of something as she fumbled in her baggy jeans for something. Tim then watched as she pulled out her phone and began looking for something, before turning her over to him.
"There, that's me."
Tim was looking at a picture of a very plain looking girl standing next to the sign outside smiling. She was much thinner with very curly hair, but Tim didn't understand why she was showing him the picture.
"Well, you've certainly grown..."
"That's me three weeks ago."
"Bullshit." The words escaped hi mouth and came off more crass than he intended. "I mean, there's no... I..."
"I know, right?" She was pacing again, and Tim couldn't help but watch the way her hips sashayed as she did.
"So... You..." He was leading her, hoping to have a light shed on this revelation.
She then sat down and related everything that happened. Tim just slouched in his chair and took it all in. There was talk of "things", "boobies" and "intimates" which made her story seem even crazier.
"Then I woke up and found him missing, and that was a week ago."
'I'm sorry, him?"
"Yes, him. Sam."
Tim sat in his chair and tried to format a question, but all he could do is get up and walk through the doors and outside to get some air. The entire time he walked Jennifer called after him, but he ignored her and just walked down the street. A bunch of college girls were busy walking to and fro, many with a cup of iced coffee their hand. Women pushed babies in strollers while a pair of old men argued on a nearby bench. Everything around him seemed so normal, yet Jennifer wanted him to believe that this town was a hot bed of crazy.
"What the fuck, Sam..." He took all of this information with a grain of salt, knowing what Sam was capable of doing in the past. Was she capable of making this poor girl believe everything she had said? Did Sam use her like...
He pushed the last thought from his head right as he passed a large city park and saw someone staring at him. The park was fairly large, with big clumps of trees and paths twisting out of sight, and while everyone milling about was going their own way, a man had his eyes locked on Tim. He was wearing some jeans and a polo but had very rugged features, with a mess of red hair on his head. Tim chuckled to himself thinking the stranger could be Sam's brother...
Then it hit him. He looked back over and saw the look of recognition on the face of the stranger. Everything after that happened really fast.
Tim crossed traffic in a sprint as the stranger turned an ran into the park. "Hey, I need you to stop!" Tim called after the man, but he was pretty damn fast. He followed the man as he passed kids playing on swings and girls jogging in pairs. Then he passed a group of girls in a clearing practicing yoga, when something dawned on him... All of the girls in town he had seen thus far were incredibly hot. He looked back at the girls practicing yoga and noted that any of them could get a job modeling...
Then something struck Tim. He landed on the ground, looking for the strange man who had just clothes lined him. He was trying to catch his breath, when he saw the stranger lean over him. "You have some... Arzt.... on you." The man then threw a crumpled up piece of paper on Timothy before running off.
A few minutes later Tim was entering the FBI office with the paper in his hand. He was still recovering from the hit so he didn't say anything, choosing instead to poke is head in his office looking for Jennifer... and inside he saw his new secretary with her jeans on the ground and her sweater pulled up over her breasts.
"Oh, gosh! Oh... Freaking gosh!"
Tim was a by the book kind of guy, so he wanted to speak up or look away... but he was entranced by her body. Even though she dressed like she never went outside, he skin was a dark tan. Her breasts were covered in sweat, and were easily as large as Samantha's. Her abs were toned with that V shape so many girls were working for these days, all of which led down to wear she was furiously rubbing...
"Oh, yes! My gosh! MY GOD!" The last yell came as she looked up to see Tim standing in the doorway.
"Shit! I'm sorry! I just..." He then turned away as she covered herself.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! You left, and I got all anxious and recently whenever I feel that way I get a little..." She got lost in her thoughts, the embarrassment too much for her. "I understand if you want to fire me," she added before standing, "but please give me another chance!"
Jennifer was standing right in front of Tim now, and Tim decide to just push past the incident with some even bigger news.
"I saw Samantha."
"What?"
He walked over to his chair, past a still shaken Jennifer, and sat down. He didn't pause to think that his secretary was only moments ago fingering herself on the same chair, instead thinking about what all of this meant.
"I saw a man that looks like it could be Sam's brother. I then thought about what you said and tried to chase after him. He caught me off guard and laid me out, but then he said something...
"What did he say?" Jennifer was doing her best to make herself again presentable in front of her new boss, but she could have been bare ass naked and Tim wouldn't have noticed.
"You have some Arzt on you." Jennifer stood in front of him with a blank look on her face. "It's a quote from this show we watched when we were together."
"You were together?"
Tim took a deep sigh and leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, we were engaged back in '08. Then things changed and we broke it off."
"What changed?"
"I'd rather not talk about that right now..."
Jennifer could see that he was uncomfortable talking about it, so she stopped that line of question and took up another. "Did Sam say you anything else?" He looked at the crumpled up piece of paper in his hand before tossing it to Jennifer. "4815... Same place..."
Tim was under the desk now, fiddling with something Jennifer couldn't see. "Samantha always kept a safe under her desk, and the code was always the same." She then heard a big clunk before Tim emerged from under the table with a stack of files.
"What are those?"
"Samantha's personal files," he said before looking them over. He opened the one on top and spread it out on his desk. "Perfect Pines... School for Girls... Prostitution and recruiting..."
"Yeah, that's the case Samantha was working on before," she couldn't finish the sentence, choosing to blush and stand in silence.
"Recruiting?" Tim asked, looking up at a beet red Jennifer.
"Samantha was convinced that they were recruiting kids out of Timber Grove High and the Community College to work for them for them."
"That sort of thing happens..."
"They were recruiting young men and changing them into women, Tim."
He didn't know what to say to that. He sat in his chair again and swiveled back in forth, something he often did while thinking. "So all of this...
"Yes."
"And everything you said..."
"Yes."
He stopped swiveling and looked up at Jennifer, "Then we have to help these kids."
"And Sam?"
Tim looked surprised and then nodded, "And Sam, of course."
///// To Be Continued
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 3
///// "TGA: Timber Grove Anonymous"
There was a shuffling on the bed, and Sam Brown was pulled from a dream and into the waking world. He tried to think of the dream again, but it was fading quickly. All he could remember was that he was a woman again, and how good it felt...
"Morning, sleepy head."
Now completely awake, he looked next to him and saw a very attractive brunette laying naked beside him. She was in her thirties like he was, and like him she was in better shape than most their age.
The only issue was, he didn't know who she was.
"Oh, looks like not every part of you is asleep." She was of course referring to Sam's massive erection, the same one he had woken up to every morning the last two weeks since his transformation. "Looks like he needs some attention."
The fact that he couldn't explain who this gorgeous woman next to him was paled in comparison to the need he was starting to feel as she began to suck him off. This, of course, led to some incredible morning sex, and while she yelled "Fuck me Sam!" he could only reply by calling her gorgeous, baby and many other terms that did not include her name.
Their sexual escapades began on the bed, then moved to the floor before finishing in the dining room with her holding the table and Sam thrusting into her from behind.
"Yes! Please go deeper! Oh my God! Keep going, Sam!!!"
"Oh... You..." He was running out of pet names, when suddenly it hit him who this was. "Emily?"
"Yes! Say my name! Call me your whore!!!"
Emily was a woman from Sam's new apartment building , as was her husband and three children. Even with the newfound knowledge that he was banging a married woman, he couldn't stop himself.
"I'm cumming! God, I'm cumming!!!"
"Fuck! Me too!" Sam yelled as he exploded inside her. He pulled her hips and pushed as deep as he could.
"Fuck! Oh my God!!!" She was beside herself with pleasure, and Sam couldn't deny he felt it too. After she had cleaned herself up and got dressed, she tried to kiss him on the way out.
He backed up and put his hand on her mouth, "Oh, you save that for your husband."
She smirked at him. "And I'll save this for you," she then lifted up her dress as she walked away and flashed him her perfectly sculpted ass. She passed a young woman on the stairs that was holding two coffees, and when Sam saw the young woman he rolled his eyes.
"Does secret mean nothing to Lilly?"
The girl with the coffees smiled as she approached, "Pixies break easily, Samantha... You should know this." She then handed Sam a coffee and he begrudgingly allowed her in.
"Come right in, Erika."
"Wow," Erika said as she entered the apartment, "this place smells like sex."
Sam rolled his eyes and closed the door. He hadn't seen Erika since the incident two weeks prior, but she was still your typical Erika. After graduating High School in '12, she worked full time at the Thrift Shop, becoming very useful in Sam's previous investigation. Though she was nineteen, many still mistook her as a High School girl. Most of this had to do with the way she dressed. A very curvy body was always barely covered in a pair of shorts and some new graphic t-shirt. Today's shirt was yellow and said "Timber Grove! It Changes You!"
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"No worries, I'm not a little girl anymore. In fact, I had Greg from the PD over at my place last week, and the things he did to me..."
"God, Erika! I may be in a man's body, but I still think of you like a little sister!"
Erika laughed as she sat on the couch, "I know, I'm only trying to see if Samantha is still in there."
"Well, I am..."
"And I want you to know I had no idea that Levi gave Jennifer the ring. You know I would have warned you both."
"I know, Erika..." Little else was said as Sam tidied up some things before sitting on a chair opposite the couch. "So does anyone else know I'm here?"
"No, you've done a good job of hiding... but I'd talk to Lilly after this and chide her for breaking so easily."
Sam had to grin at that. Lilly was a girl who worked as a waitress at the Coho Resort, and she was also a Pixie. It surprised Sam when he had found out, as she looked like a normal girl, but when she got into a bind Sam helped. Letting him stay in this apartment was her way of saying thank you. "Lilly has been great to me," he then shifted in his seat, "but have you... met Tim yet?"
Erika smiled, knowing this would come up quickly, "No, actually. I haven't met your former fiance."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Enough of that, and he really hasn't come by?"
"No, but I know that he's been looking into Perfect Pines. It's only a matter of time before he comes into the shop. So..."
"So?
"So? So why haven't you called me? Why did I have to hear about everything from Lilly?"
"Erika, it's kind of..."
"Embarrassing? Do you think I'm judging you because you slept with that woman?" Erika was running her hands through her long brown hair, "Please, Sam, you know me better than that. You know this town better than that.
"So you're saying I fucked that woman because of my transformation? What about the others? What about the girl from the bar, the woman at the laundromat or the two coeds I woke up to last Sunday. What about the married woman you just passed on the way in?"
Erika smiled. "Wow, two coeds?" Sam said nothing, choosing instead to bury his face in his hands. "Sam, you need to talk to someone about this. I've been looking into reversing the spell, but I don't know anything about that ring. Until we find something, I think that you should head down to the community center..."
"No... For Lilly's TGA?"
Erika smiled and nodded, and after more heated words and Erika threatening to stab him with a fork Sam found himself standing outside the Timber Grove community center. Lilly had already invited him out a couple of times, but Sam was a strong willed person. As a woman, he did his best to not accept help from anyone in fear of looking weak. Now as a man, he felt the same insecurities.
"Sam?" A very tiny girl with short strawberry blonde hair and a big smile was running up to Sam. "Sam! You came!" She through her arms around him, and now that Sam was in a man's body she felt even tinier than before.
"Yeah, Erika convinced me..."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that! She just seemed so concerned, and I thought she'd be able to help... And she did!" She hugged him again, and Sam did his best to look happy. "You look great, by the way. All manly and strong!"
"Thanks, I guess," Sam then locked eyes with a blonde woman walking by that took his breath away. Her body was all legs, and the upstairs wasn't bad either.
"Hey!" He felt a tiny fist hitting his arm. "None of that! This is a safe place for people like you and her to come!" Lilly was still hitting him as he moved to open the door for the woman. She gave him a shy smile before entering, and he quickly followed after. "Ugh," Lilly grunted as she did her best pout, but neither Sam or the pretty woman noticed.
Inside Sam still followed the woman, his eyes locked on her ass as he did, until they were in a room with metal folding chairs set up in a circle. There were maybe a dozen people in the tiny room, an even split of men and women, and when Lilly entered they all sat down.
"Welcome, everyone! For those of you who are new, my name is Lilly and I set up this group to help those in Timber Grove who have experienced transgendered changes. Some of you chose to change, while others were not given a choice. Either way, it's a lot to take in and we want this to be a safe place where you can find support."
Sam smiled in spite of himself. Lilly was such a tiny piece of woman, yet her heart was ginormous. He then sat as people began to share their stories, and he was surprised to find he was unaware of most. He had been in Timber Grove for a year, and had seen so many changes happen that he assumed he knew it all.
He was very wrong, and the last woman to share her story that day showed him how little he knew.
"Hello, my name's..." The pretty woman Sam followed in was now standing up, and she was looking at Lilly for guidance.
"You can use whatever name you want."
The woman shook her head and thought about it before starting again. "Hello, my name's Elliot, but I go by Ellie now. I am, or was, a twelve year old boy who made a wish at the town wishing well to be closer to Penelope Rose, a model I saw in a magazine my brother had. Anyway, I woke up the next morning in this body and didn't know what to do. I tried to talk to my mom, but she freaked out and told me to leave before she called the cops."
Sam watched as she continued her story, telling everyone all of the events that led her to where she was today. She hit the same note that many others had, the uncontrollable sex drive that accompanied the unforeseen change. Ellie told how she slept with her best friends widowed father and became his new stepmom.
"I'm really happy with Dave, and the sex has been great," she blushed as she said is, obviously a little embarrassed, "and focusing on my new job at the mall helps with the urges. I just wish I could tell my Mom and Dad the truth about me. They stopped looking for me about a week after I left... I understand why, but..."
Lilly saw that Ellie was getting emotional, so she stepped in. "Thank you for sharing, Ellie." Everyone else then chimed in with their thanks, and Ellie sat back in her seat with tears in her eyes. "I know it's hard when these changes happen, especially when our loved ones seem to abandon us, but all of that is for the best. We don't know why this town heals so fast, why people will lose a husband, daughter or friend and almost forget them days later. Remember that deep down they love you and miss you, but you have new lives you need to focus on."
She smiled and stood as everyone else followed suit. Sam didn't know what was happening, but he stood up as well and took the outstretched hands of those next to him before they all spoke in unison.
"My look may be different, but inside I'm still me. My changes don't define me, I still choose who I will be. When carnal urges grow, I will work and be set free. I am who I am inside, not just who others see."
Everyone then mingled and shook hands, while others hugged and shed a tear. Sam could only move to the door as fast as he could. "Hey, excuse me?" He turned to see Ellie walking over to him, a warm smile on her face. "You were the guy checking me out on the way in, right?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry..."
"No, it's fine. I mean, I chose this body for a reason," she shrugged, blushing a little, "but I don't blame you for looking. It's just good that you came to the meeting. How long..."
"It's been a couple of weeks," he said as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans."
"It get's easier. I saw you rolling your eyes during the mantra, but it's helped me so much... Focus on your work, it makes everything else sort of fade away."
Sam ran his hand through his red hair and sighed, looking a little uncomfortable. "I... I feel weird asking..."
"You feel weird asking a thirteen year old boy who's now in the body of a lingerie model if the urge to fuck goes away?" She didn't look embarrassed at all now, she looked like she was concerned about him. "Everyone is different. Neil over there was an eighty year old woman before changing into a twenty year old guy. He really has no sexual needs, but that doesn't stop him from getting some. But take Crystal there and me", she pointed over to a girl wearing jeans and a shirt that barely covered her small, perky breasts. "We were both in our early teens when it happened, and the changes made us insatiable. Luckily I found Dave and a good job after fucking half the guys on my block, but Crystal," she rolled her eyes, "Crystal's unemployed and is at Tribal every night looking for anything to fuck."
"Um, thanks for talking with me..."
"Ellie," she extended her hand and he shook it.
"Sam."
"It's good to meet you, Sam. I hope to see you here next week?" She waited for an answer, but Sam gave none and instead smiled and nodded. He then turned and walked out of the building and drove back to his apartment, thinking about the meeting and the advice Ellie had given him about working. After some contemplating, Sam passed his apartment complex and continued to drive.
Soon he was parked on the side of the road, looking over at the large complex on the side of the hill. "Alright," he said to himself as he read the sign on the other side of the street aloud "Perfect Pines: A School for Young Women..."
///// To Be Continued
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 4
///// "The Timber Grove Bender"
Timothy August awoke to one hell of a headache, though it was the banging against the bars of the jail cell that really brought him to.
"Time to wake up, Agent August." Tim shielded his eyes from the bright fluorescent bulbs above, and could barely make out a man standing before him holding a cup of coffee. "Figured you'd need this."
"Thanks, but what am I doing here?" Tim sat up on the cot and took the cup of coffee. He was still in his suit he wore the day before, but it looked a little worse for wear. His tie was also absent, but he felt he had bigger problems at hand.
The stranger sat next to him and ran his hand over his shaved head. He was probably a little younger than Tim, probably in his late twenties. A blue polo was stretched over his larger belly, but he didn't think the man was necessarily fat. His build was like that of a linebacker, albeit one who had let himself go somewhat.
"You're doing the same thing every other Sheriff, Police Officer, and FBI Agent has done after a week or two in Timber Grove. We call it the "TG Bender", and if you've been in town long enough to experience it then you get the in joke."
"I was... I think I was at the Too Good Saloon..."
"Yep, that's where the boys found you. Well, really they found you in the alley behind the place, but that's neither here nor there." Everything the man said a laugh accompanied with it, and the man's demeanor made Tim feel a little better. "The name's Tyler Anderson, I'm a Detective here at the TGPD and you actually made it longer than most before hitting it this hard." He extended his hand and Tim shook it.
"Agent Tim..."
"August, from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Jennifer was kind enough to fill me in on that, and a few other obvious changes." Tyler was now helping Tim up and taking the coffee from him. "Now I know that you're probably fighting off the mother of all hangovers, so I'm going to do the talking for a little bit."
They walked through the precinct, passing a few Officers in uniform, but the place was pretty deserted. "Now I've been out of town for a spell, and I come back to find my good friend Agent Brown missing and apparently a man." The moment they exited the building, the light from the sun made Tim think his head was going to explode. "I'm right here," Tyler said, ushering him over to a mid sized sedan.
Tyler then began to drive through town, doing all of the talking as he did. "I've lived in Timber Grove my entire life, something not a lot of people here can say. Most residents move here, and the damnedest thing is they often can't tell you why. You probably never even heard of Timber Grove before you got the call to come here, am I right?" Tim nodded, still covering his eyes. "Yep, a strange thing of that. We have over one hundred thousand people in town, most brought in by the Coho Casino, and we're still unknown..."
He shrugged, and Tim thought that he knew more about what he was saying, but Tyler began talking about the real issue at hand. "But, of course you're probably wondering about all the gender swapping shit going on."
"There, you say that like it's a normal thing, but it's not fucking normal." Tim was getting agitated and could feel his temples begin to throb, but he just wanted to get it all out. "I've been in this town for a month and I've already seen enough shit like that to convince me to leave, but I can't. I want to help these people, but it seems as if most of theses men love the changes! I just dealt with a woman who claims her husband used a goddamned potion to turn them into a fucking teenage lesbian couple! Of course she's back to normal, but God know where her husband is..."
"Agent August..."
"Then I get a call from a man who's wife is missing, only the babysitter swears to me that the wife magically changed into a handsome man who then fucked her before leaving!"
"Tim..."
"And God knows where Samantha is. I'm still not convinced that she was forced to change, or she just couldn't control herself."
Tyler was still cool and collected and didn't take his eyes off of the road. "Are you done?"
"No! Then there's this Perfect Pines place that I've been looking into, and I've seen absolutely nothing to make me believe anything Samantha put in her report. It's just a regular girl's school..." Tim noticed that they were pulling into the driveway of a large mansion. He hadn't noticed that Detective Anderson was taking him into the nicer housing area by the beach, and didn't know what they were doing there.
"Have you been here yet?"
Tim looked at the house, knowing that he had never been there before. "No, why would I?"
Tyler put the car in park and turned it off. "Jennifer was kind enough to fill me in on the Perfect Pines case, but there was something I found a little odd."
"What?"
"Well, I just thought that you would have visited the man who Samantha thought was behind the prostitution ring."
"Levi Schimbare? I'm planning on seeing him tomorrow..." As the words exited Tim's mouth, something jarred loose in his mind. "I..."
"You've been meaning to see him tomorrow for the last month, haven't you?"
He sat in his seat as Tyler said nothing, letting his mind connect the pieces. The intention was to visit Levi immediately when he got to Timber Grove and found the files, but a part of him just felt like tomorrow would be more convenient. It was the same thought that had plagued him everyday when he thought to visit Levi, his home or his Thrift Shop.
"Tim, there is more magic happening in this town than just men and women changing genders." He was getting out of his car now, and Tim followed suit.
"I... This whole month?"
"Yep, but I'm almost glad that you waited. This man is powerful and cunning..." He knocked on the door and straightened his polo.
Tim saw he had a moment for one last question. "If I was under some spell, then what about you?"
Tyler was about to say something before the door opened revealing a very attractive Latino girl. Long black hair fell past her shoulders, and her cinnamon colored skin, covered only by a small black bikini, glistened as if she had just gotten out of the pool.
"Can I help you?" She said it with an accent that was perfectly melodic, sounding much like a Brazilian woman Tim had dated a few times.
"Yes. We're here to talk to Levi Schimbare, is he in?"
The woman smiled before shaking her head. "No, I'm sorry but he is not here."
Tyler returned the smile. "Well, how about you let us in and we can wait for him to return?" He then brushed past her and entered the home, and a surprised Tim followed.
"Please," the young woman said with a huff, "come right in."
Tyler walked in and sat in a large, white leather chair while Tim got lost taking in the opulence of his surroundings. Everything in he large entry way and living room was expensive, or at least looked that way. Window lined the back wall so they could see the Pacific ocean, while the largest TV he had ever seen hung on the other wall.
"So, when do you think Levi will be back?" Tyler asked patiently, not looking at all like he was going to leave anytime soon.
The young woman walked over to a small bar and bent over to open it. Tim's eyes were transfixed on her ass as she did so, and she seemed to know. "Is there anything I can get you two?" She then slowly bent at her waist, "Or anything you'd like to see." Her hand was now cupping her breast, and Tim's mind was being flooded with images.
He pictured bending the young woman over the couch and taking her right there. Thoughts of flipping her into every position imaginable as he plunged his cock deeper inside of her. Nothing else seemed to matter outside of making this gorgeous woman in front of him feel as much pleasure as he was capable of giving.
"Enough of this, Levi."
The young woman glared at Tyler before she spun in place, leaving a very large man standing where she once was. "You never let me have fun with the new ones, Detective Anderson."
"Agent August, meet Levi Schimbare."
Tim was still at a loss of words. However many times he had heard about it, and even witnessed it a few times, he was still confounded.
"Yes, Giselle often leaves men speechless." Levi laughed menacingly and grabbed a towel to wipe off his forehead. He was a plump man, with big sausage like fingers and a greasy complexion. His hair was curly and brown, and Tim felt he looked like an actor from the 90's.
"It looks like you've been busy, Levi."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Detective. My daughter and I are just trying to run an honest business."
Tim finally found words. "What did you do to Samantha?"
Levi grinned, "Agent Brown? I heard that she's gone missing?"
"You did something to her... Something to Jennifer and Samantha that changed them."
"Oh, I've seen that Jennifer girl around town," he smiled and nodded his head, "and she looks downright delicious... But I cannot be held responsible for her finally growing into her body. As for Agent Brown, I know nothing." His large frame filled the leather chair he sat in, making a strange squeaking sound as he did.
"Perfect Pines enrollment seems to be up?" It was Detective Anderson chiming in this time.
"I wouldn't know, I just run the Thrift Shop in town."
"And yet look at your accommodations."
"The Shop does very well."
Anderson smiled, taking in the room around him. "Yes, very well. But we have some bank statements that look like you're getting a nice influx of cash. Of course, we can only trace the money as far back to a Cooperation in Romania that didn't seem to exist a year ago."
"I have my fingers in a lot of different pies, but just the one here in town. And if you gentleman have nothing but absurd questions for me, I'll kindly ask you to leave."
Anderson looked over to Tim, who shrugged his shoulders. The oddness of the meeting mingled with his hangover left him unprepared at best. Without saying anything, Detective Anderson got up and walked back to the door. Tim stood where he was for a moment, the feeling of a question he wanted to ask bubbling up from within.
"I've asked you to leave..."
"Salvatore Monterey?" Tim blurted it out, and the look on Levi's face told Tim everything he needed to know.
"Never heard of him, now please leave."
Tim did leave, and he waited until both he and Anderson were in the car before he spoke. "He knows Mr. Monterey."
"I know of him too. Claims to be a Shaman working out of the Coho, but what about him and Levi?'
"Samantha wrote down that she saw the two meet and exchanged envelopes. She figured one was paying off the other or receiving payment for services."
Detective Anderson began driving again, and for a long time neither spoke. Tim was still reeling from the revelation that he had been duped into not pursuing the case due to some sort of magic. He was pushing forty, yet this entire situation made him feel like a child in way over his head. There was also a feeling of guilt building inside of him as he thought of how easily "Giselle" had almost convinced him to fuck her so easily.
"Look, it's not your fault. I can tell you're upset about the procrastination and the urges you felt with Giselle... I'm taking you somewhere to help with that."
"What can possibly help with this?"
He asked the question right as Anderson pulled into a small house sitting on Horseshoe lake. It was secluded from the others in the area, but a nice house nonetheless. A very beautiful blonde girl opened the door before running out and giving Tyler a big hug.
"Tyler Anderson! As I live and breath!"
Tyler lifted her up and spun her around, her yellow sundress floating about them both. "I see our town Phoenix finally took flight!" He put her back on the pavement and smiled down at her. "So what happened to Garth Hellersby Winkerton?"
The young woman shrugged, "He passed away a few weeks back. My name is Glory White."
"Well, you look stunning, Glory."
"Thank you!"
It was then that Tyler remembered Agent August had never met Garth or Glory before. "Agent Timothy August, I'd like you to meet Glory White... She's a Phoenix."
Tim walked over to her and shook her hand. "A pleasure, Miss... But..."
"What's a Phoenix?" She smiles again, her blue eyes twinkling as she did, "I've walked this earth for a very long time, Agent August. As a Phoenix I am reborn at my death as a new being, only with a different gender. For the last sixty years I've lived as Garth Hellersby Winkerton, and only recently was I reborn into this body..."
"We can catch him up on everything odd in this town later, right now I need you to give him the gift."
"I'm sorry, the gift?" Tim asked, about having his full of crazy for the day.
"As a Phoenix, I can give you a gift that will protect you from some lower functioning magic working here in Timber Grove. It will keep any larger, more impersonal spells from effecting you, though anything like what Sam experienced..."
"You gave Samantha this gift?"
Glory frowned, "I did, but it was not enough." She looked up to Detective Anderson and then to Tim before continuing, "But now that you are both here, you're going to find her, right?"
"Absolutely, that's why Tim needs your help."
Glory's frown was replaced by a bright smile, "Alright!" She then quickly took Tim's hand and kissed it.
"Holy shit!" Tim pulled his hand away, feeling as though the backside of his hand was on fire. He then backed away from Glory, as he saw her eyes were glowing a soft orange.
"I'm sorry! It's typically better if you don't know it's coming."
Tim held his hand, before the burning sensation disappeared as quickly as it came. Then something else happened.
"You're beginning to have the fog lifted from your mind, Agent August. Don't fight it, it will be confusing at first."
"I... I..."
He watched as Tyler stood beside Glory, both looking at him as if he were going to break. Tim's mind felt busy at first, but soon everything began to fall into place. Last night he felt like he was failing, that no one he had helped in the last month had mattered. Each drink was a indictment of his failure, and he had many. Now he could see the truth. He could see that he was doing good. He was already calculating exactly how he was going to bring down Levi, and it brought a smile to his face.
"I know what to do, but we don't have much time."
///// To Be Continued
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 5
///// "Pete's Growing Up"
While Tim was experiencing his epiphany, Sam was on the other side of town having a different kind of experience. It was just him in his car, doing what he had been doing for the last few days: writing down the comings and goings of Perfect Pines, and trying not to go crazy because he was horny as hell. All day he watched beautiful young women come and go, many in the Perfect Pines uniform that consisted of a plaid skirt and white polo. All in all it was the worst place for someone who was avoiding sex to be.
I addition to Sam trying to control his sex drive, it was difficult for him to work the case as all of his notes were still at the office, but he was not ready to show his face to Tim any time soon. So there he sat, piecing together whatever he could.
"Day three of surveillance," he told his digital recorder, "and nothing new to report. By my count three men have driven onto the grounds today, but there is no way of knowing what their intentions are. No girls have exited the school, nor have any young men... wait..."
Sam saw the fence across the street from him begin to shake before seeing a young boy climbing over and falling to the ground in heap. Sam got out of his car and ran to the kid and tried to help him up.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
The boy was very skinny, wore a pair of gym shorts with a white t shirt and looked to be about twelve. He tried to get up on his feet, but he was clearly struggling. "Help me... I need to get away..." He then collapsed into Sam's arms who looked towards the gated entrance to see if anyone had noticed the commotion.
"Kid? Kid! Goddammit..." Sam then lifted the boy into his arms, something he wouldn't have been able to have done as woman before, and hurried him across the street and into his car. He saw a cut on the boys head below a mop of brown hair was beginning to bleed, so he wrapped it in a shirt he had thrown in the back before focusing on putting as much distance between them and Perfect Pines as possible.
Sam thought of what to do with the boy, who looked like he was sleeping quietly in the back seat. He decided that he would take him back to his apartment, not wanting to deal with the hospital and the inevitable call to the police. He was gambling with the boy's health, and that cut looked like it needed stitches, but he felt he had no other options.
Soon he was in his apartment with the boy, who was still passed out, on the couch. Sam checked his pulse, and with a sense of relief he felt that it was strong. He then paced back and forth in his apartment, wondering what the hell he was doing. It was a mistake to bring him here, he knew that now, yet he was trying to rationalize to himself that he had made the right choice.
"Erika?" He had decided to call the only person who he felt could help, and was glad to hear her voice. "I need you to get over to my apartment, now... God, not for that... No, I have... I think I've made a huge mistake... Thanks." He ended the call and decided to get some fresh air. He walked out his front door and waited for Erika to show up, as being around the kid was making his blood pressure rise.
As he waited, he though of what Erika had said on the phone when he asked her to get over there now... "Oh, you want to fool around a little?" He knew that she was joking, or was she? He knew that Erika was a very sexual young woman, as the two had swapped stories while he was still Samantha. It was refreshing to talk to someone who viewed sex the same way Sam did, as something no one should be ashamed of.
As they would have long nights of girl talk at the local diner, Sam would even begin to fantasize about leaning across the table and kissing her plump lips. Now as a man, the fantasies had evolved into something else entirely.
"Sam! Snap out of it!" It was the woman he was just daydreaming about who was trying to get his attention. She was wearing a blue shirt that said "I'm on a Bender!" with her typical tiny pair of shorts. "What was so urgent?"
"I was outside Perfect Pines..."
"Shouldn't we talk inside?"
"Well, that's the thing. This boy jumped their fence and passed out on the sidewalk..."
Erika looked shocked, "Oh my God! Is the kid... Oh, Sam..."
"I know!"
"You brought him back here?" Sam said nothing, standing in front of Erika like he had just took the last cookie from the cookie jar. She rolled her eyes and entered the apartment. "Fuck! You have some twelve year old sleeping on your couch, Sam!"
"I know, but I couldn't risk going to the hospital!"
"Is he bleeding?" She then bent over the boy and began looking him over. Sam felt was shocked by Erika's response, as she became like a mother hen looking over her injured chick. "Okay, his pulse is okay... No other bleeds... How deep is this cut?"
"Not really bad, but it might need stitches."
"Fuck, Sam! Stitches!?" She carefully unwrapped the shirt from the boys head, and was surprised by what she saw. "Sam? Are you sure he was cut?"
Sam walked over and knelt beside her. "Yeah, a small gash right..." But the cut was now gone, though dry blood surrounded the area where it once was. "It's gone."
"Give me some room, Sam," Erika asked, her voice even more serious than it was earlier.
"What is it?"
She placed her hand on his heart, and then jerked it back like she had been burned. "He's got a spell placed on him, Sam."
"What kind of spell?"
"I... I don't know. I feel a lot of different forces in play, and it's more complicated than anything I've seen..."
Sam ran his hand through his red hair, "Can you remove the spell? Do you even know what it's doing to him?"
"I don't know what the spell is, but I think I know what it's doing... Have a look."
Sam walked over and looked to where Erika was pointing. The boys face was now covered in acne, and upon closer examination he was growing out of his clothes. "He's aging?" Erika nodded before standing up and walking over to the door. "Where are you going?"
"I need to go back to the Shop and look through some books. If it's only an aging spell, then I think I may have something to stop it."
"And what the hell am I supposed to do here?"
She shrugged. "Keep him comfortable and try to keep him calm if he wakes up. I'll be back around seven." She didn't say another word as she walked out the door, leaving Sam alone with the boy. He walked over to the door and locked it and then closed the blinds. Then he sat and waited, all the while watching as the boy began to stretch and grow.
The changes were subtle at first, but it became obvious soon that his legs were lengthening as his shorts were beginning to ride up his thighs. His arms also grew, and after a while the boy looked like he was a high school student before stubble started to grow from his face.
All the while Sam sat on the couch next to him, hoping that Erika would walk in any minute. He knew what would happen if the boy continued to grow, and he didn't want to have to strip this boy down so his clothes wouldn't strangle him.
"What... Where am I?"
Sam jumped up from his chair and darted over to the now young man. "No, don't get up... You fell down." The boy looked around, and quickly accepted the glass of water Sam was holding. "My name is Agent Brown, and I'm with the FBI." He then flashed his badge as quickly as he could, hoping the young man wouldn't notice that the picture was of an attractive red haired woman and not the man he was now.
"Thanks... My name's Pete..."
"Pete, how are you feeling?"
Pete flexed his back a little and stretched his legs. "I feel okay..."
"Pete, what were you doing in Perfect Pines?"
"I... I don't remember... What the hell!" It was then that Pete realized that his clothes were much smaller on his body. "It... It worked!" He was soon on his feet, moving about the living room as if nothing had happened.
"Pete, I think you should sit back down."
"Oh my gosh! It worked! I'm older!" The young man was sporting a huge grin, looking at his body like it was made of gold. "Oh my gosh! How old do you think I am?"
"Pete, you should really..." He didn't listen, choosing instead to flex the new muscles on his arms and legs. If Sam had to guess, he would peg Pete at about eighteen and maybe a little older.
"Agent... Brown, was it? Do you have some clothes I can change into?"
Sam didn't know why this young man was so calm, but he knew that he was going to need some new clothes. "Yeah, step into my room." Pete then followed him in, and while Sam looked through his closet he asked Pete some questions.
"Pete, do you need me to call your parents? I'm sure they're worried."
"Nah, my mom split years ago and my Dad is probably already down at the Too Good... Oh my gosh! Is that real lingerie?"
Sam looked from his closet and saw Pete looking at this piece of lingerie a girl had left behind a few weeks before. "Hey! Stop looking through my stuff!"
Pete dropped it, looking nervous as he did. "Sorry, it's just I've never seen that in real life."
"It's fine," Sam added as he tossed Pete some gym shorts, a pair of boxers and a black tank top, "and here are some clothes to change into."
"Thanks, Agent Brown!" He then disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
Sam stood outside the door and tried to continue his questioning. "Pete, can you tell me why you in Perfect Pines, or why you jumped their fence to escape."
"My friend said that someone there could make me older..."
That was news to Sam. In all of his time investigating, they had never found a reason why young men would disappear behind their walls. Sam had always figured they used the girls to lure the boys in, but this was different.
"What's your friend's name? Can I talk to him?"
"Oh my gosh! It's bigger!!!" Sam almost had to back away from the door, the young man had yelled so loud. He could only guess that the boy had found his dick was bigger, and for once Sam could relate to the boy suddenly finding something huge between his legs.
"Pete, how did you hear about Perfect Pines?"
"I already told you, my friend..."
"What's his name?"
The door then opened and Sam was shocked to see Pete now resembled a man in his twenties. His body was lined with lean muscle and his face was sporting a fine beard. "You know... His name was... Scott? I don't now, maybe Glenn?"
"Pete, how did this happen to you?"
Pete looked at Sam and shook his head. "How did what happen?"
"What did they do to make you older, Pete?"
"Older? I guess..." Pete didn't answer the question but instead walked into the kitchen, leaving a bewildered Sam alone in the bedroom.
"Pete, you were a twelve year old only an hour ago. I found you trying to escape from Perfect Pines..."
Pete had gotten him self a can of beer and was popping the top. "Dude, I hear Perfect Pines girls are hot."
Sam watched as Pete began to drink, not once thinking that he was a minor and probably shouldn't have been drinking. Instead he just watched as he downed the beer, wiping his mouth when he finished before something else happened.
"Oh my gosh! Beer tastes awesome!" Pete looked happy, but Sam noticed that more then beer was wiped away from his mouth. The hair from his beard was falling out, and in addition to that Sam watched as Pete's hair began to grow.
"Pete, you need to sit down."
"Why, I feel like a thousand dollars!" Pete's hair was changing color as it grew, going from a dark brown to an auburn red.
"Just... Come sit on the couch, buddy..."
"No! I don't care if you're an FBI Agent! I don't have to listen to you! In fact, I'm leaving!"
Sam was shocked by the sudden change in Pete's demeanor, but when Pete's breasts began to grow he knew he had to do something.
"You're right, there's nothing keeping you here. Let me at least get you some shoes so you're not walking around barefoot." Sam knew he had to keep Pete here until Erika returned, but it was only six and she said she'd be back by seven.
Pete, who was now some amalgamation of man and woman, rolled his eyes and huffed. "Fine, but then I'm out of here." He followed right behind Sam who walked into his bedroom and into his closet. Sam had his hand on the taser he kept hidden away right when he felt a large pain on the back of his head and everything went to black.
There was a searing pain on the back of Sam's head when he finally came to. He was glad to see that he was still in his bedroom, but he soon found that he was in quite the predicament. He was on his bed, but his hands and ankles were strapped to the bed using some chord he kept in his closet.
Worser still, he was completely naked.
"Hey! Someone! Help!" He had no idea if Pete was still around, but he was more concerned with freeing himself.
"Oh, are you back with us?"
Sam didn't recognize the voice, but it was definitely a woman. Then, he watched as a figure walked out of his bathroom wearing the red lingerie that Pete was looking at earlier. The woman had an incredible body with tan skin and large, perky breasts. Her Auburn hair fell around a very stunning face that did not require any make up.
"Who are you? What have..." Then it dawned on him.
"You can call me Piper, because Pete just doesn't fit me anymore." There was no fear or shock in her voice, in fact she spoke with authority and grace. "And you, Agent Samantha Brown, have been a little thorn in my bosses side, haven't you?"
"I don't know. I've been on a lot of people's bad list. Tell me your bosses name and I'll let you know." Sam knew that Pete was lost, and now felt he needed to get as much information out of this as he could.
"Ah, clever boy... But not that clever." She walked over to the bed and sat on the side. Her body moved like a well oiled machine, a machine designed with one thing in mind. "So, my boss wanted to send out an invitation to you," she took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it, "to come visit with him."
Sam felt himself grow erect in her hands in almost an instant. "I know you're still in there. You don't have to do this, Pete."
She smiled wickedly. "Would it surprise you to know that Pete knew exactly what he was signing up for? That poor little Pete wanted away from his Papa so badly that he would allow me to enter..." She stopped talking and pouted. "Oh, it looks like I said too much."
"You're a Demon?"
"That's a harsh word for what I am, but I'm not going to tell you anymore." Sam tried to speak more, but she grabbed a sock and put it in his mouth. "Now I really should be going, but this cock of yours looks like it wants a taste of Piper. Oh... it looks like it hasn't been fed in a long time." She then maneuvered her body right over him and ripped the lingerie from her body. "Oops, I hope you weren't wanting that back."
Even though things were not at all the way Sam would like, he could not argue that his body was anticipating this.
"So," she said with a smile as she ran her hands over her body, "I have no interest in taking advantage of a big, strong man like you... So you're going to have to ask me for it."
"Never," Sam said, although he knew she could tell he was lying.
"Sammy, please... You know that I can read that little mind of yours." One of her hands was now rubbing her slit, while the other tweaked her nipple. "Now, be a good boy and tell me what you want."
He couldn't tell if she was casting a spell on him, but he felt his cock getting harder than it ever had before. Her body was screaming for sex, and his was answering for him.
"Please," Sam whimpered.
"Yes?"
Sam felt crushed, but he also knew that there was no more fighting Piper. "Just get it over with."
"Yes, sir!" She said with a laugh, and when she lowered herself onto him he slipped inside of her with an ease that caused shivers to go up and down his spine. She did all of the work, as he was obviously indisposed, and she used her body like no woman he had been with in the last month he had spent as a man.
"Oh, shit! You feel so fucking good inside of me!"
Her hips moved in so many directions that he felt like he was going to cum almost immediately, but he didn't. For some reason he sat on the cusp of orgasm as she came multiple time while writhing on top of him.
"Ooh! Oh! Right there! Fuck me right there with your big cock!"
Sam was beginning to lose track of what was happening. The urge to cum was growing, yet there was no release in sight. Spun around on his cock to where he had a perfect view of her ass. He knew she was a Demon, but he didn't seem to care any more. A string of expletives escaped her mouth as she bounced on top of him. Sam watched her ass jiggle with each thrust as if she was fucking him in slow motion.
"Ooh! Ooh! Oooooohhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She then took him in deeper than he thought was possible, and Sam finally felt the walls of the damn break as he came into her harder than he could have ever imagined.
"Yes! Cum in me! Fill me up!!!"
He did fill her up, but for the second time that night Sam slipped into darkness.
"What the fuck!" Sam suddenly came to and was shocked to see Erika trying to untie him from the bed.
"He's not Pete," Sam said, still a bit dazed.
"God, I know. He's possessed by a Demon. But what happened here?"
"He knocked me out, then..." Sam was rubbing his wrists, when he realized he was still naked and Erika was checking him out as she undid the last chord.
"No need to explain, I'm sure he was very gentle." There was a wicked smile on her face as Sam jumped off of the bed.
"Eyes up, little lady," Sam said in a huff. He then pulled on some nearby boxers as Erika continued.
"I don't know what kind of Demon we're dealing with, but it has to have a mature host to be able to change it's form. That's why there was multiple spells, one to anchor the Demon to the body and the other to speed up the aging."
"Fuck... Then how many Demons are we talking about..." Sam was thrown off of his thought by a pone ringing. "Are you going to answer that?"
"That's not my phone."
"Well it's not mine." They both then went about trying to find the source of the ringing, when Sam finally found it under the bed. "This isn't yours?"
"No... Are you going to answer it?"
Sam shrugged and answered the phone. "Hello... Who is this... Tell me why I should trust you... When... I'll be there." After ending the call he put the phone on his nightstand, picked up his shoe from the ground then began beating the phone until it was in a dozen pieces.
"What the fuck! Who was it?"
Sam threw the shoe against the wall and sat on the bed. "That was the head of Perfect Pines, and she wants to meet tomorrow."
///// To Be Continued
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 6
///// "This is a Terrible Idea"
"This is a terrible idea," Detective Anderson said, but Tim wasn't willing to budge. "You're talking about walking right into Perfect Pines and handing yourself over to them, and for what? We still don't have a Goddamned idea what the fuck they're doing in there. Sorry for yelling, Glory," Tyler said to the small blonde sitting on his right.
"It's alright, but I don't think Tim is willing to rethink this."
Tim sat at the table and sighed. They had stayed at Glory's house and had been conversing about what their options were. Jennifer had arrived earlier in the night with some fresh coffee, and Glory's husband Neil had just returned from his job at the veterinary clinic. The five of them sat and talked, with Glory filling in Tim on the different forces in play, and Detective Anderson coming up to speed on the last few months.
"I don't see any other choice," Tim said as he put the coffee down, "and every second we wait there's going to be more disappearances."
"Tim, I've been in this city for a long time and have seen some shit that would make you think twice about you're planning."
Jennifer and Neil simply sat off to one side, not wanting to get in between these two arguing men. Tim could tell that Neil was completely devoted to his young wife, because not once had he taken a moment to check out the sensual female form sitting next to him. He also had said nothing in the last thirty minutes, and Tim was ready to hear from someone else besides Tyler.
"Neil, what do you think about this?"
"What?" He asked, almost choking on his coffee.
"Do you see any other way of doing this?"
Neil thought about it before he spoke, and then he looked to Glory in a way that clearly showed if she was okay with him talking. She, in turn, gave him a beaming smile and nodded her approval. "Well, when something happened to Glory, I had to act fast. I didn't exactly know what was happening, but something had to be done..."
"Neil, it's not like that..."
He softly held up his hand to his wife, clearly a little nervous but wanting to continue. "You're right, it's not like that. This is happening to kids who don't have someone looking out for them like you did. I mean, look at these records... All of them are from broken homes, from situations that are nothing like what we have." Everyone was listening to him now with great intent, as if they were hearing these things for the first time. "Someone it preying on these kids, and once they have them they're using them. What Tim is saying is crazy, but it's no more crazy than any of this."
Everyone quietly sat at the table, with no one willing to break the silence. Tyler looked up at the clock and saw that it was getting late, and he knew that he was on the losing end of this discussion. "Should Tim and I visit Barry?"
Glory looked up at Tyler and then thought for a moment. She then looked to Tim, and he could see more wisdom behind those young blue eyes than he did when they met earlier. "Are you sure about this, Tim? You're not only asking to be made younger, but you may possibly be transformed into a woman. Like I've told you, there is a lot of magic in this town, and we can't simply undo what has been done."
Tim had weighed the risks, and was tired of not doing his part in all of this. "I understand."
Glory got up and placed her hand Tyler's shoulder and nodded before taking Neil's hand and leading him out of the room.
"Isn't there someone else?" Jennifer asked as she got to her feet.
"This is what I've been trained for, Jen."
"You don't know anything, Timothy August. I slept with two of my friends and literally stole their female essence. Do you think that I wanted to do that? It was the magic. I was a virgin who had no interest in sleeping around, yet in one day I fucked and destroyed two of my friends lives."
"I know, Jen, and Levi is just as involved in this as he was in what happened to you."
Jennifer through up her hands in frustration, "I'm not just some stupid secretary!"
"Tim's not saying you are, Jen," Tyler said as he walked over and put his arm around her.
"I don't want to lose another friend," Jen said as she buried her head in Detective Anderson's shoulder.
Tyler looked over to Tim and stared him down. "We're not losing anyone else, Jennifer... I promise." Jennifer waved from the porch as Tyler and Tim drove away from the house. No words were said between the two as they made a short drive to The Coho Resort, as everything had already been said between them. They passed under a large brightly lit sign and passed long lines of cars parked in rows.
"As busy as ever," Tim said, wanting to break the tension.
"The Coho is always busy. You think a regular Casino is bad, just add a little black magic and this is what you get." Tyler said nothing else as he pulled up to a small entrance where there was a place reserved for the local police. He hung a sign on his mirror and then got out of the car as Tim followed after him. They both flashed their badges to the large man at the door, and soon they were in a small bar with dim lighting and a smattering of people. "Most everyone is at Tribal right now," Tyler said, looking as if he was reading Tim's mind.
"And where is this Barry?"
"He's typically behind the bar, and he's fairly easy to spot. Just look for the giant Samoan, shouldn't be too hard."
True to Tyler's word, Barry was not hard to find. There was a line of people at his tiny bar, including a sad looking bloke in a tuxedo. They didn't want to interupt him, so they waited paiteintly as the man in the tux shared his sob story. "You better believe it!" the man said before slamming down some money and exiting the bar.
"What was that all about, Barry?" Tyler asked as they approached the bar.
"Ah, Detective Anderson and Agent August, a pleasure," Barry said with a jovial laugh. Tim was about to ask how he knew who he was, but Tyler shook his as if to say it didn't matter. "That poor man is on his Honeymoon with an incredibly gorgeous woman, yet he feels the sex has gotten stale."
"That's a bad sign," Tyler added before grabbing a stool.
"Well, we will see how the night goes for him now, but I worry."
"What do you mean, Barry."
The big Samoan man looked over Agent August as if he was peering deep inside of him. "When people feel hurt, Agent August, they make rash decisions. That man is about to find himself in a situation of his own making, and I just hope that he is able to come out the other side the better for it all."
"Did you do something to him," Tyler asked inquisitively.
"I'm sure that Detective Anderson has filled you in on what I am, but if he hasn't then let me be the first to tell you that you've just met a Pixie." Tim opened his mouth to ask a question, but again Tyler raised his hand. "That man will soon be in the body of a beautiful.blonde white girl, a choice made by his wife, but that is all I can change. I can't change the heart or the mind, although he will surely believe those have changed as well."
"It's an inevitability," Tyler said as he took the drink that Barry suddenly placed on the bar, "that men who change into women will want to sleep with whatever they can. I wish I could tell you that is was part of the magic, but it really just comes down to the fact that most men are pigs."
Barry nodded his approval, and Tim thought about what they were saying. "You two are still trying to talk me out of this, aren't you?"
"Yes, Agent August, we are. The magic that is happening inside of that school is dark, and you would need to go in clean of all magic. They will smell it on you," Barry said as he produced a drink for Tim, "and then they will destroy you."
"I've made up my mind on this, Barry, so if you can't help me then Tyler here says you can point me to someone who can."
Barry shook his head. "You are no different than the man who just left here. You feel that you can fix everything, that it is for you to fix, and that no one else is capable."
Tim slammed his drink down on the bar and stood up. "I'm done having this conversation. Can you help me or not."
Barry did not look flustered at all, but he was clearly disappointed. "Here," the large man said as he held out a room key card, "go to room 413 and wait for Keeley. She will be able to help you." Tim took the card and began to walk away, but Barry wasn't done with him yet. "Mixing magic is very bad, Agent August. Keeley will be able to help you, but I fear if you go through with this and become a girl, then you will stay a girl."
"I know," Tim said with a shrug, "but I'm not allowing them to do this to anyone else."
"Says the man who is allowing them to do it to them," Barry said, but he knew the foolish FBI Agent had made up his mind.
"I'll be here," Tyler said as he lifted up a drink.
Tim said nothing else, but focused on getting to room 413. People were roaming the halls, many looking like they had a little too much to drink. He ignored them all and made his way to the elevator, and then on to the room.
"Hello," Tim asked as he slowly opened the door. Barry had told him that he would have to wait for this Keeley, but he was being safe. He walked through the small entry way and into the room beyond. A large bed was nicely made against one wall and opposite that was a large flat screen television. Some typically bland art hung on the walls, and the bathroom was clean along with some fresh linen. "Well," he said to the empty room, "I guess we wait."
And wait he did.
It would be another hour before Keeley walked through the door, and Tim was shocked by both her sudden entrance and her appearance. She was a little over four feet tall with sandy blonde hair in two big pigtails. Her frame was petite, with two budding breasts beneath a plain white t-shirt, and skinny legs wrapped in skinny jeans.
"Keeley?" He asked, thinking that this girl must be in the wrong room. He had just been looking over some files on his phone while lying on the bed, and now he was just too stunned to move.
"Agent August, I presume" she said with a smile.
"Um yeah," Tim replied, although he was very uncomfortable being in the room with a young girl alone.
"I can assure you that I'm not a little girl, Agent August."
"What, how did you... Oh, are you a Pixie like Barry?"
Keeley chuckled as she walked uncomfortably close to Tim, "I'm not a Pixie, Agent August, and you don't full have to understand how I will help you grow younger... But know that I can do it." She plopped herself up on the bed and scooted closer to Tim.
"What are you doing?" Tim asked as he tried to move away from her.
"I'm trying to make you younger, Agent August. Now, I'm thinking about sixteen would do the trick, am I right?"
"You are, but why are you," Tim was going to say more, but Keeley had leapt close to him and was kissing him hard on the mouth. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing!"
Keeley's face was just a ball of sunshine, and that made Tim even more nervous. "Agent August... Tim, I'm not a little girl, trust me. It's sweet that you're trying to stop this, but I am well over eighteen." She propped up on her knees and grimaced, "I can see that you're going to need more than that, aren't you?"
"A girl who looks like she can't be older than sixteen is throwing herself at me for no reason? Yeah, I'll need a little more to go on."
"Okay," she said, the smile back on her face, "I want you to imagine the sexiest woman you know."
"What?"
"Jesus, Tim, just do it."
Tim still felt uncomfortable, but he didn't see how this could hurt. "Fine," he said as he pictured Samantha when they first met. It was in Quantico, and she was a force to behold.
"Okay, I can feel your energy rising, but I'll need a little more to go off," Keeley said as she slowly moved back over to Tim. "Now close your eyes, and picture that woman slowly removing her clothes."
Tim was starting to get into what she was saying, and he happily closed his eyes and pictured Samantha slowly peeling off a white tank top she always wore.
"Good, really focus on the sexual energy she gives off."
He watched as she slowly moved around and bent at the waist. She knew how much he enjoyed staring at her ass, and ass he watched her shimmy out of her jeans, he felt his pants tightening.
"Yes, picture her curves... Picture the way her breasts bounce with each step..."
In Tim's mind Samantha had just freed her perky tits. They were world class, and everyone thought they were fake, but he knew better. He got up close and personal with the girls and knew they were pure, All-American breasts. He felt like he could just reach out and touch her chest when he felt a hand on his slacks.
Tim was pulled from his imagination and opened his eyes to a surprise in the form of a slightly changed Keeley. Her breasts had grown into a modest pair, and her face had thinned out and aged slightly. She could now easily pass for a High Schooler, if not a young college girl.
"See, Agent August. I feed off of sexual energy, and when I do I get older. The benefit in all of this is that you in turn get a little younger."
"I... I can't believe this," Tim said as Keeley placed her hand on his stiff cock.
"Just give it a few minutes, and I promise that I'll blow your mind even more." Then she quickly undid his fly and pulled out his cock. Without another word she lowered her head and began to suck him off.
"Oh, shit!" Tim gasped as she expertly twirled her tongue around his shaft. He had always thought that Samantha gave world class head, but this girl was erasing her from his mind. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Tim said in surprise as he suddenly began to unload down her throat.
Keeley didn't seem to mind, in fact she looked up at him with a big smile as she swallowed every last drop. As he looked down at the girl with her lips wrapped around his cock he watched as she began to change. The features of her face lengthened and shifted, becoming much more mature and feminine. He could even fill her lips plump as they stayed wrapped around him.
"See, Agent August," Keeley said in a sultry tone, "you've stopped fighting." The smile stayed on her face as she got up on her knees and her took in her new form. Breasts were straining against the tiny white t-shirt, with large amounts of flesh spilling over the top. Meanwhile her hips had flared enough to tatter the flimsy pair of jeans she had on. "I'm going to need to get a little more comfortable, Agent August, and I suggest you do the same," Keeley said as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. The breasts revealed to him were fantastic, with nipples the size of quarters placed squarely in the middle of the perfect globes.
"Fuck," Time said aloud as he quickly pulled his pants off. He was so entranced by Keeley's firm body that he didn't even realize that he didn't undo his belt before removing his slacks.
"Let's continue the fun," Keeley said as she pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. "I've been told that this is the best view," she said as she ripped her panties and revealed her moist slit, "so sit back and enjoy the show."
Tim could say nothing as she slowly took all of him in, and when her hips began to move he felt like it was his first time. While she went about fucking him from on top, Tim got lost in wave after wave of pleasure. He was sure that he had cum more times than he ever had before, but with each release he watched in wonderment as Keeley's breasts grew and became more and more bouncy.
In time Tim had passed out from pleasure, and when he awoke he saw a fully grown Keeley sitting in a chair across the room. She was wearing a black party dress that did little to cover her breasts, and the makeup on her face made her look like a bombshell.
"Back with us, are we?"
"Yeah," Tim said, and that's when he noticed it. His voice had changed, and when he looked down he saw that he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts with a white t-shirt over them. He jumped up and ran to a mirror over the dresser and gasped. "I'm... I'm a kid again," Tim said.
"Yep," Keeley said with a smile. "I'd peg you at about fifteen, and I'm pretty good at guessing ages. I know that I said sixteen, but well," she said as she walked over and placed a kiss on his cheek, "you were quite the lover."
Tim felt a rush of warmth fill his cheeks, and he felt a big grin wash over his face.
"So, you better get out of here, young man... It's past your bedtime," Keeley said with a grin as she held open the door.
"Yeah," Tim said, still getting used to hearing his younger voice again. They walked down the hall to the elevator and Tim couldn't help but stare at Keeley's ass.
"It's okay to look since you just helped me get it back," she said with a wink. Tim blushed again and Keeley called the elevator. When it arrived she held the door open as he got in. "This is where we part ways, Tim."
"Thanks for everything," Tim said, then blushing at the phrasing. "I meant..."
"I know what you meant, but it was all good for me honey." The smile on her face then disappeared and was replaced with one of worry. "Barry told me what you plan to do, Tim. Promise me that you'll be careful."
"I promise," Tim said while crossing his heart. Even as a kid he could tell that she didn't believe him, but it was too late to go back. As he walked through the empty hotel he thought of what he was about to do. He knew there was a chance that things could get out of hand, but what else was there to do?"
"God, this town still surprises me sometimes," Detective Anderson said as Tim approached him in the empty bar.
"Sorry it took so long," Tim said as he thought about everything Keeley had done to him, causing an erection to spring to life in his shorts.
"No, it gave me some time to look over the files you gave me on Salvatore Monterey. I think you may be on to something there," Tyler said as he opened the door for Tim, "so it's not too late to undo all of this..."
"I'm going, Tyler. If you want to follow up on Monterey while I'm in there, be my guest."
Tyler knew it was no use arguing with him, as Tim was probably more hard headed as a teenager. As they drove back to town Tim shifted in his seat, thinking about what he was going to say to the school. Could he really just walk up and ask for help? They still didn't know exactly what was happening, but he was about to find out.
"Here we are," Detective Anderson said with a sigh. He was a block away from the Perfect Pines entrance, and the street was deserted. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Tim said, although for the first time all night he was scared.
"It's not too late..."
"Tell Jennifer and Glory that everything will be fine," Tim said as he got out of the car and walked up the quiet street. Detective Anderson sat in the car and watched as the young man walked slowly up the street. He knew that this was a mistake, that only a huge amount of luck would get Tim out of this unharmed. Tim stopped for a moment in front of the entrance, and for a moment Tyler though he would turn back.
But then Detective Anderson watched as Agent Brown walked up to the gates and disappeared from sight.
///// To Be Continued
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 7
///// "Trinity Rising"
Sam Brown sat on a bench over looking the Pacific Ocean. A soft breeze ran through his shaggy red hair, and he pulled his jacket close to his chest. Although the sun was coming up over the hills behind him, it was still a chilly morning. He was only out there dealing with the weather because he was about to make a very bold move.
Erika had already talked him through everything she knew about Demons, but it wasn't a whole lot. So while he didn't have vast amounts of knowledge at his hands, he did have something that might come in handy.
A ring.
And not just any ring. It was a Ring that was enchanted with a spell that would exorcise a Demon from it's human host.
"I've buried the exorcism spell deep down on the ring," Erika had said, " and placed a dozen shield enchantments over it. They know who you are, so they know that you'll come prepared against their magic. This... might slip through the cracks."
There was always the chance that he would not need the ring, but he was going in blind and anything would help. With one last look at the ocean he took a deep breath and walked to his car. From the beach it was only a short drive to Perfect Pines, and he found that he arrived a little before noon.
"Can I help you, Sir," the man in the guard post asked as Sam pulled up.
"My name is Sam Brown, and I believe that I'm expected."
The guard looked over his clipboard before saying something into his radio that Sam didn't hear. "Yes, Mr. Brown, you are expected. Just follow the road to the big brick building and go right inside. A Ms. Hale will be waiting for you."
"Thanks," Sam said as he waved at the guard and waited for the small poll to rise. As he drove up to the big brick building he could see girls walking around the campus like it was any other all girl school. They all wore the same thing, blue plaid skirts with a white polo, and white socks that reached right under the knee. The only thing that made the school different than others would be the fact that all the girls were either nines or tens, with a certain blonde making Sam think that ten wasn't high enough.
As he got out of the car he did his best to keep his eyes on the building, but a passing group of girls almost made him miss a step on the stairs.
"It's okay, Mr. Brown," a woman called from an open door in front of him, "the girls here are prone to show off."
Sam smiled at the woman and looked her over. She looked to be the same age as he was and was wearing a blue pantsuit with short black hair pulled up into a tiny bun. The thick black rimmed glasses perched on her nose tied the whole look together, and Sam couldn't help but notice her ample cleavage.
"You have quite a school here, Ms..."
"Hale, Mr. Brown. Debra Hale." She extended her hand and he took it. "Is this your first time shaking hands with a Demon, Mr. Brown?"
"Well, last night your colleague skipped the handshake."
"She told me all about it, Mr. Bown," she added as she walked inside, motioning for Sam to follow, "and because of that you have caught the attention of most of my staff now."
"So, we're not playing any games here, are we. Why invite me here? You know that I'm an FBI Agent looking into your school and you admit to being a Demon." As they walked Sam noticed how much nicer the building seemed on the inside.
"You were an FBI Agent, Mr. Brown, which means you can't look into this school any more than you can look into girls locker room. Sure, you can peek, but you aren't going to see any tits."
Sam was amazed at how brazen Ms. Hale was being, and it was throwing him off his game. "But still, why call me here?"
She led him into a large room with windows from floor to ceiling and a large black desk in the middle. "Please, take a seat Mr. Brown."
"Thank you," Sam said before sitting down. He looked around the room and noted the paintings that she had chosen. Women were seen dominating men in various sexual poses, and there was a fair amount of punishment being dolled out.
"You may keep the ring, Mr. Brown..."
"Please, call me Sam."
"...Okay, Sam. You may keep the ring as we have no interest of possessing your body. You see, when my daughters inhabit a body it has the strange effect of turning men into women, but I'm sure that you knew all about that."
"I was aware, yes."
"But what you aren't aware of is that every single one of my daughters is inhabiting someone who asked for it."
Sam tapped his fingers on the arms of his chair and thought of what to say. "So, you're telling me that young men who aren't even old enough to legally smoke a cigarette are capable of making that decision."
Ms. Hale smiled, her plump red lips curling a bit at the sides as she did. "You grew up with all the advantages that come with being in a upper middle class family, Sam. You didn't have to worry about your father beating you or wondering if you were going to have food on the table." She paused to allow Sam to think about what she was saying. "These young men who you think are being tricked are actually looking for it."
"Pete just thought that he was getting older. I'm fairly certain that the tits and ass were a surprise to him."
"Piper, like all of my daughters, can only possess someone if the offer themselves. Pete offered himself, so once the age spell took hold of him Piper was free to work her own magic."
Sam scoffed. "Okay, so all of that aside, these daughters of yours are doing nothing more than prostituting themselves. We have evidence that shows Perfect Pines is nothing more than a flimsy front for your real business. So again, why invite me here?"
Ms. Hale thought about the question for a moment. Sam knew that she was capable of reading his mind, and Sam could do nothing to stop her.
So he let her in.
"That," she said with a smile, "is why I invited you here. I see in you the same thing that Piper saw last night." Sam cringed at being read so easily, and it only made Ms. Hale smile all the more. "Lust, Agent Brown. You reek of it, but then again most who change do..."
"We all have our hangups," Sam said, trying to steady himself.
"Yet yours plagues you from before the change even happened," she was up now and moving around the desk. He watched in silence as she leaned against the desk right in front of him and crossed her long, lean legs. "You are a caged beast, Sam, and we just want to help you free that energy."
"Is there," Sam said quietly, "is there some way you can help me?"
"I know that you won't easily believe anything I say, Sam, so why don't I show you?" The grin on her face was replaced with a big smile that was equally unsettling.
Sam looked from her to the painting that was hanging on the wall closest to him. In it a red haired young woman was in throws of passion while another woman held a dagger out behind her. He knew that there must be some meaning behind the painting, yet all he could do was worry for the young redhead.
"Alright," Sam said as he got to his feet.
"Good," she added while moving around the desk, "and if it's not to much of an imposition, I believe that I'll have my assistant show you around." She had walked to her doors and opened them to find a woman waiting wearing a black pencil skirt and a white buttoned up shirt. Sam wasn't fooled at all by the demure clothing, as he could recognize the woman that had ravaged him the night before in any outfit.
"Hello, Piper," Sam said wearily.
"Good afternoon, Sam," Piper said professionally as she checked her tablet. "Ms. Hale, would you like me to show Agent Brown the room?"
"Yes," Ms. Hale said with a smile, "and be sure to record it for me, will you?"
"Of course," Piper said as she motioned for Sam to follow her.
Sam didn't say anything to Ms. Hale as he followed after Piper, and since she could read his mind there was no reason to. Instead he focused on the woman in front of him, particularly on the way her ass moved in that black skirt. They walked together through some empty hallways, and he finally decided to break his silence.
"How may people do you have working in this place?"
Piper smiled, and expertly dodged the question. "We have roughly eighteen on our staff, not accounting for the small IT department and the custodial staff."
"You know that's not what I meant," Sam said with a chuckle.
"You can ask me that question again after your session," Piper said unphased.
They passed through a door that Piper had used a key card on and turned a corner before walking down a long hallway that was lined with red doors. There were no windows on the doors, but Sam had an idea of what he would see if there was. "There must be a dozen, what do you call these rooms?"
"Red Rooms, Agent Brown, and yes there are twelve in all." She stopped at the end of the hall at two large doors next to a intricate interface. "And this is where the magic happens," Piper said with a grin as she slid her key card and placed her hand on the interface.
The doors opened to reveal a room that was completely empty, save for a tiny table in the middle. On one side of the room was a window next to a tiny door, while the other walls were pure cement with just one other door.
"Wow, quite the cozy little space for your magic," Sam said with laugh.
"We try not to make this space to overwhelming for our recruits," Piper said as she walked over to the table and motioned for him to sit. There were only two chairs at the table, and Sam was surprised to find that Piper did not sit down in the other chair. "Now, we won't show you how we work our magic," she said as she typed on her tablet, "because that would just be a little too soon in our relationship."
"Our relationship?" Sam asked with a laugh.
"Yes, Sam. I won't bore you with the details, but there are some things that you should know about my sisters and I."
"Please," he said with another laugh, "do tell."
"Yes, we are demons but not all demons are the same. We are what some call Vorosno, or Red Women."
"Okay, I've never heard of Vorosno before," Sam said with a shrug.
"Like many demons we can work small amounts of magic, possession and mind reading. We can also feed off the desire of men," Piper said as she slowly licked her lips, "which is why you're here."
"What, you plan to feed on me?"
"No, Agent Brown, at least not in the way you're implying. My sisters and I have limits to what we can do, like most demons. It's the reason we tend to stay in the shadows and work in secret. The Vorosno can only work their magic on men, and only if they have come to an age of sexual maturity."
Sam thought about what she was saying, and then it clicked. "So you're telling me that you can in no way influence what these young men do..."
"...Or read their minds and possess them, yes."
Sam jumped as the solitary door behind him opened and a young man entered the room. He was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt and was rather scrawny with messy black hair on top of his head.
"This is," Piper said leadingly as she looked to the young man. Sam could tell the young man was nervous as he didn't move his eyes from the ground.
"Leslie... Just Leslie."
Sam knew it was wrong, but he wanted to chuckle. This young man was obviously the recipient of some jokes due to his name, and however mad that made Sam he also was human.
"Leslie came to us this morning looking for help," Piper said as she walked over to Leslie and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Leslie, this is Sam Brown and he's going to ask you some questions, is that okay?"
"I guess," Leslie said as Piper led him by the shoulders over to the chair. Sam looked the young man over, his eyes still locked on his own feet, and thought of what to say.
"I'll leave you two alone," Piper said with a smile as she exited the same door Leslie had emerged from.
"So," Sam said after a brief moment of silence, "why did you come to Perfect Pines?"
"I, um," Leslie said as he thought for a moment, "got picked on a lot because of my name."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Sam said, feeling even worse for wanting to laugh.
"Thanks, and I've never been good with girls, so a friend told me about this place."
"A friend?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but they told me not to tell you his name."
"Okay," Sam added as he leaned back in his chair, "and you know what they do here?"
"Yeah. They I'll get older and become a woman."
Sam was stunned. They young man said it so bluntly that it took a second for him to process it. "But it won't be you, right? I mean, you know that another being will be behind the wheel."
"Yeah?"
"And you're okay with that?"
"They say it's rather pleasant," Leslie said as he still refused to make eye contact, "that it's like being in a long dream. I get to experience everything, feel all the joy and excitement, but I don't have to feel like this anymore."
Sam was nearing the end of his rope. He was thinking that there would be some way to help this young man, but he seemed to be locked in his decision. "What about your family? What about your friends?"
"They don't care about me, and I doubt they even know I'm gone," the young man said with little emotion in his voice.
"It's time," Piper said as she entered the room again.
"Time for what?" Sam asked.
She didn't say anything as she helped Leslie out of her seat and walked him over to the door next to the large window. Sam followed them and finally noticed that the window looked into a large room with a bed in the center. It had red silk sheets on it with large pillows placed at one end, which made it obvious as to what the room was used for.
"Would you like to stay in here and witness, or join him in the room?"
"Excuse me?" Sam asked Piper.
"Some find watching the change through the mirror more enticing, while others want to physically be there to feel it happen." Piper said it like she was a waitress telling him about a menu.
"What do I have to do with any of this?" Sam asked, although he was beginning to see why he was asked here.
"When we're born into this world, so to speak, our first bit of sexual energy molds us into who we are. You," she said as she licked her lips again, "gave me enough sexual energy that I'm Ms. Hale's second now."
"Aren't you afraid that Leslie here will become more powerful than you?"
Piper smiled, I would love if you Mr. Arzt here provided my new sister that much power. We're not all evil backstabbers, Agent Brown. We are a family, and the more power the better." She thought that she was giving a good argument, but Sam was done listening.
"I'll go in the room," Sam said as he moved towards the door.
"I thought that you might," Piper said with a wicked grin while Sam pushed past her and entered the room. Piper watched as Sam sat next to the nervous young man and whispered something in his ears, then both waited patiently.
This was a first for her since she was only able to witness this plane of existence the night before, but it was definitely something to behold. She watched as Leslie began to age at an accelerated rate and she chuckled as Sam backed up in shock as Leslie ripped the shirt off his back. Then the real fun started. She saw two breasts begin to grow on the now grown Leslie, and other changes happened in quick succession. She checked to make sure this was all being recorded, and was happy to see that her tablet was showing a live stream of the event.
Sam watched on from the corner as long red hair fell down Leslie's back, and her skin turned almost as white as snow. Piper could feel herself becoming aroused as Leslie ripped off her shorts, revealing a plump ass and lean legs. When it appeared that the changes were over, Leslie laid back on the bed and opened her legs to Sam.
For a moment Piper thought that Sam would balk at taking advantage of the recently changed Leslie, but she was very wrong. "Oh, fuck," she whispered as Sam removed his clothes and bent his face over her new vagina. He gave this new girl way more attention than he had given Piper the night before, but she was too busy enjoying the show to care. The two then fucked in many enticing positions, causing Piper to dip her hand into her panties.
When Leslie crawled on top of Sam she began to move her hips up and down on his cock, but as she did she reached down and began to strangle Sam. Piper loved how rough her sister was being, but then noticed that Sam was going limp.
"Oh no," Piper said as she rushed into the room. By the time she had opened the door Sam was not moving, but her new sister was still gyrating on top of him. "What have you done!"
"He's not dead," the woman said with a smile, "in fact he's still hard." She laughed at that as Piper pulled her off.
"He's very important to Mother!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but this is all new to me."
"It's okay," Piper said as she gathered herself and placed a finger on his neck, "his pulse is weak, but he is alive. Next time you need to be more careful, sister."
"Call me Trinity," the fiery young redhead said with a wicked grin.
///// To Be Continued
"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity
///// 8
///// "The Red Space"
Tim was worried.
For the first time he was really hearing what everyone back at Glory's house was saying. He thought of Jennifer and her fears, and about Tyler's constant pleading.
But none of that really mattered right now because he was in the belly of the beast.
"What's your name?" The pretty blonde woman asked.
Tim looked at her and thought about his own name and waited, but nothing happened. He had assumed that the women in the "Admissions" are would be Demons, but this one aparantly couldn't read his mind.
"Leslie. Leslie Arzt."
"Well hello, Leslie, and what brings you to Perfect Pines this early in the morning?"
Tim had worked on his story for a while, and now it was time to see if it held any water. "My parents are never around and I always get picked on about my name," he said as he tried to work up some tears. "Everyone says that Leslie is a girls name, so when my friend told me about this place I thought..." He stopped talking and dropped his head. He was really relying on the fact that this woman, or the other two working at their desks, were not peeping into his now younger mind. "I thought that if everyone says I'm a girl, then I might as well become one."
The blonde woman smiled and touched his shoulder. "Well, you've come to the right place, Leslie."
Tim could not believe that it had worked. He had hoped that this would be the outcome, but he was also ready to work with a rougher go. Part of him had already planned out what he would say if they found out he was an FBI Agent, and then a tiny part was ready to accept that he had fucked the whole thing up and would become a mindless sex slave.
Yet here he was.
"So, we're going to take you to one of our rooms to wait." The blonde woman said as she got up and motioned for Tim to follow. "We have an XBOX 360 in there with a lot of games you can play. We even have Minecraft," the woman said with a big smile.
"Oh, awesome!" Tim feigned interest, but he had no idea what the hell Minecraft was.
"Here you go, sweetie," the blonde added before opening a door that led into a room with a couch and a big screen TV. "There is a fridge right next to the couch that has some Coke, and if there's anything else you need you can just give the door a knock."
This woman was good, Tim thought to himself. In fact this entire setup was meant to curry favor with the young men, and it made Tim sick. "Thanks," he said as he plopped on the couch and picked up a remote.
"No, thank you." The woman said before leaving.
Tim thought that it would be a short wait, but he soon found himself watching the time pass by. He finally relented and played a bit of Minecraft, and found that he actually enjoyed it. After popping a Coke and taking a swig he noticed that it had a strange after taste, and at that moment the door opened.
"Alright," a different woman said as she entered the room. This one was much more attractive to the blonde, with brown hair and a killer body wrapped in a black skirt and white shirt. "My name is Piper and I'm going to take you to the processing room, is that okay with you?"
"Um, sure," Tim said as he got up and followed her. She began talking about all the different things that were going to happen to him, and while he was actively listening to her he was also staring at the way her ass moved in that skirt. Maybe it was his teenage hormones acting up, but he was entranced by each little bounce her ass made.
"Could you please wait for me here?" Piper asked as she turned and looked at him with a smile.
"Sure," Tim said as he sat in a small folding chair. The room only had two doors, the one they entered and one leading somewhere else. There was little else in the room than a small desk with a laptop plugged in and a few other folding chairs.
"I want you to talk to someone in a moment," Piper said as she opened the other door, "and I want you to be honest with him. The only thing we ask is that you don't tell him who sent you here, is that alright?"
"Um, yeah," Tim said as he finally answered her. For a moment his eyes were locked on the cleavage spilling out the top of her shirt, but he gathered himself enough to answer her.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Tim sat in the chair and tried to think about what was coming next. No spell had been performed, and no ceremony had taken place. Moreover, not once did any Demon request to be accepted into his body. It was all these thoughts and more that Tim was thinking about when he heard voices in the room Piper had entered some time ago.
He didn't know why, but he just had to get a glimpse of what was being talked about in the other room, as it might hold a clue for what was happening. Then, as Tim slowly creaked the door open he saw him.
Sam.
His former fiance, now all man, was sitting in a chair talking with Piper. "So you're telling me that you can in no way influence what these young men do..."
"...Or read their minds and possess them, yes." Piper said as Tim opened the door fully and stepped in. "This is," Piper said leadingly as she looked at him, and Tim did his best to look at the ground so Sam wouldn't recognize him.
"Leslie... Just Leslie."
"Leslie came to us this morning looking for help," Piper said as she walked over to Tim and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Leslie, this is Sam Brown and he's going to ask you some questions, is that okay?"
"I guess," Tim said as Piper led him by the shoulders over to the chair. Sam was looking right at him, yet there was absolutely no sign that he recognized a younger version of his former lover. Tim was both relieved to that he didn't notice, and at the same time he felt hurt that Sam didn't even recognize him at that age after all they had been through.
"I'll leave you two alone," Piper said with a smile as she exited the same door Tim had emerged from.
"So," Sam said after a brief moment of silence, "why did you come to Perfect Pines?"
More lies for the time being, Tim thought, because they were surely listening. "I, um," Tim said as he thought for a moment, "got picked on a lot because of my name."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Sam said with a frown.
"Thanks, and I've never been good with girls, so a friend told me about this place."
"A friend?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but they told me not to tell you his name."
"Okay," Sam added as he leaned back in his chair, "and you know what they do here?"
"Yeah. They say I'll get older and become a woman."
Tim could see that Sam was stunned by his bluntness. "But it won't be you, right? I mean, you know that another being will be behind the wheel."
"Yeah?"
"And you're okay with that?"
"They say it's rather pleasant," Tim said as he tried to remember everything Piper had said as he admired her ass, "that it's like being in a long dream. I get to experience everything, feel all the joy and excitement, but I don't have to feel like this anymore."
"What about your family? What about your friends?"
"They don't care about me, and I doubt they even know I'm gone," Tim said, and for once he was telling the truth. Sam was right there and didn't even see him, so surely he, or she at the time, didn't really care.
"It's time," Piper said as she entered the room again.
"Time for what?" Sam asked.
She didn't say anything as she helped Tim out of his seat and walked him over to the door next to a large window. Piper opened the door and Tim stepped into a room that had a bed in the center with red silk sheets and large pillows placed at one end. He looked up at Piper and she smiled and motioned for him to sit on the bed. He did as she asked and then she walked into the other room to talk to Sam.
For a moment Tim wondered what was happening, then suddenly Sam entered the room and closed the door behind him before sitting on the bed.
"You'll have to incapacitate me when you get back," Sam whispered in his ear, and then everything suddenly changed. Tim could feel his body begin to stretch and pull, but at the same time everything seemed to fade to black.
For a moment Tim thought that he had died, but then he thought that he could still think, so he got confused. While he floated in darkness, he finally began to see something.
The color red, and it was coming fast.
Soon Tim found himself standing in a red room that appeared to be completely rounded. On one wall hung a very large television, and in front of it was a very luxurious looking couch. He then began to notice pictures appear on the wall of his past, many of which included a very happy looking Samantha Brown. One picture in particular stood out to him, as it was his favorite picture of Samantha.
It was taken on a picnic the two had taken when they had first met in Virginia. The grass was incredibly green that day, and when Samantha laid down against it her eyes seemed to be greener than ever. She would toy with him, smiling at the camera and pushing her breasts together, and that's when Tim really knew that he wanted to be with her.
Then something startled Tim.
The large television in the corner had turned on, and on it he could see both Sam and himself in the room he was just in. Then he watched as his body, as strange as it was, began to convulse and change.
"You picked the form," a woman's voice in the room said.
Tim swiveled around to find where the voice had come from, but found he was still alone in the red room.
"You can't see me, because I'm not really there," the voice said again, "but I bet this will help you while you're in the red space."
Once the voice was done speaking Sam hear a phone ringing. He looked around the room and found a nice iPhone was on a table, except this iPhone was completely red. After looking it over he swiped on the answer key and said, "Hello? Who is?"
"I don't have a name yet, but I'm the Demon who just inhabited your body."
"What!?" Tim asked, some shock in his voice.
"Well, you signed up for it."
"But I never gave you permission," Tim said, knowing that arguing would really get him no where.
"I don't want to get off on the wrong shoe here since we'll be rooming together for a long time, but no one made you drink that Coke."
Tim couldn't believe he was so naive.
"It's a tiny loophole, sure, but it holds up in court," the voice said with a little giggle.
"Well, you got me," Tim said with a laugh, again thinking there was no reason to argue when he was in such a strange situation. "So what did you mean when you said I picked the form?"
"Look at the screen," the girlish voice said as Tim turned to look. It took him a while to realize it, but then he saw it. His male body was slowly becoming female, and with each passing second he could see what the voice meant.
"I'm becoming my old girlfriend," Tim said in awe.
"Yeah," the voice said. "We give the host the choice of what they become, and you were quick to pick that picture... And I couldn't be more excited!"
Tim watched the screen as his new breasts grew into perfect globes, then he yelped out loud as he witnessed his cock pull right up into his body only to replaced by his new vagina.
"Oh my God," Tim whispered as he looked over what was once his body. There before him was Samantha's young, perfect body... and now it was hers.
"What?" Tim asked as he gasped. She looked down and saw that she was now in Samantha's body in the red room as well, except this one was clothed in jeans and a white tank top.
"This is who you are now, Leslie," the voice on the phone said.
There was a relief that the Demon was still not able to read her mind, but then there was a deep regret at losing her old body. Even worse, she would have to spend the rest of her life looking into the mirror and seeing the person who had hurt her more than anyone else. And that thought led to another...
She needed to get any information from this entity as she could, as she was convinced that Sam had a plan to free her somehow. All she had...
"Oh, fuck!" Tim yelled as she was suddenly overcome with pleasure. She dropped onto the couch and looked up to see Sam dropping his head and licking her new womanhood.
"You get to feel it all," the voice said.
It was hard for Tim to comprehend what was happening, as each lick on the television screen corresponded to a similar feeling in her panties. She wanted to ask the voice so many questions, but she couldn't ignore what she was experiences.
"Holy shit," she screamed as she felt an explosion deep inside of her. The feeling seemed to build and subside before exploding again, and it was heavenly.
"That, Leslie, is what a female orgasm feels like," the voice said with a purr.
While the feeling of her orgasm settled, Tim finally gained enough of her composure to formulate a question.
"So, what kind of spell was on the Coke?"
"Oh," the voice said as if caught of guard, "our mother has a man in this town that enchants them for her."
"Oh, you mean Levi?" It was a gambit she had done many times in the FBI while questioning people. Allow them to believe that you know what they know, then just wait for the acknowledgement.
"Yeah," the voice says before Tim is again rocked by another new sensation.
"Fuck!!!" Tim shrieks as she feels Sam enter her. "Oh fuck!" She was sweating profusely as she looked up and saw Sam thrusting his large dick into her tight slit. "No way! No way it feels this good!"
"It does," the voice on the phone said between labored breaths, "it only gets better!"
"What about... fuck... the men here," Tim asked as she began to grind on one of the pillows on the couch. "Do they all come from the Casino?"
"Most do," the voice said as it also gave off a series of high pitched screams, "but... some come from referrals too..."
"Holy fuck! That feels so good!" Tim shouted as she felt another orgasm growing inside. Her mind was trying to formulate another question, but the feeling of Sam's cock thrusting in and out of her was too good to focus on anything else. "Oh fucking shit! He's fucking breaking me!"
"I know! I know!"
Then something happened that surprised them both. Tim felt a burning sensation on her finger then she looked up too see that her body was on top of Sam. Their hands were interlocked as her body sprung up and down on his cock, and then she noticed the walls beginning to shake.
"That bastard!" The voice screamed. "That fucking bastard tricked us!" All the red in the room was slowly fading away as the voice screamed and hollered over the phone.
"You're so fucking tight!" Sam screamed as she tried to take him deeper than before. Tim couldn't believe it, but she was suddenly back in control and was mid coitus with Sam.
"Holy shit!" Tim screamed as all of the things she had felt in the red space was multiplied by tenfold and she felt another orgasm building. She then looked down and made eye contact with Sam, and she saw recognition in his eyes.
"Do it," Sam said with a smile.
For a moment Tim didn't know what to do. In her mind, or wherever the voice had taken her, she was disconnected from what was happening. Now she was in a woman's body with her former lover's dick deep inside of her.
It was a lot to deal with, but she knew Sam would only ask her to incapacitate him if it was important. So, without a break in her hips bobbing and weaving on his cock, Tim wrapped her hands around Sam's throat and began to squeeze. For a moment she saw fear in his eyes, but then she gave him a wink and he smiled.
It was difficult to perform as needed, but she knew that she couldn't break. She also didn't know if Piper would recognize that she was no longer possessed, but here they were. When the Sam's face began to turn blue she watched as he slowly closed his eyes and go limp.
"Oh no," Piper said as she rushed into the room. By the time she had opened the door Sam was not moving, but Tim was still gyrating on top of him. "What have you done!"
"He's not dead," she said with a smile, "in fact he's still hard." She laughed at that as Piper pulled her off.
"He's very important to Mother!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but this is all new to me," Tim said as she waited for Piper to rebound on her and call her on her bluff.
"It's okay," Piper said as she gathered herself and placed a finger on his neck, "his pulse is weak, but he is alive. Next time you need to be more careful, sister."
She was in! Piper thought she was her sister, so she needed a name besides Tim... "Call me Trinity," she said with a wicked grin. She then took a few steps and took in each move her new body made. Her skin was so white, with small patches of freckles dotting her skin, and so soft as she ran her hands over it.
"I'll take care of him," Piper said in a huff as she pushed past Trinity.
"What should I do?"
"Go to mother," Piper said as if it was obvious. Trinity was about to ask for some clothes, then something happened. Piper was in the doorway staring at her, and Trinity felt the pit of her stomach drop. "What's going on here?"
"What do you mean?" Trinity asked.
"You... You don't smell like my other sisters."
Trinity slowly walked behind Sam's limp body and began fiddling with his fingers. "And how exactly are we supposed to smell, sister?"
"Like sulfur mixed with cinnamon," Piper said as if it was common knowledge, and Trinity knew she was outed. Piper began to slowly walk up to her, and when she was close enough Trinity brought up the ring that was on Sam's hand and slapped Piper with it.
"Ahhhhh!!!' Piper screamed, gripping her face as if it was on fire. When she looked back up Trinity could see that the ring had not exorcised the demon, but had burnt half of her face. "You fucking bitch!" Piper yelled as she leaped up at her, but not before Trinity swung her hand around again and connected the heel of Sam's shoe with the side of Piper's head.
A small gasp escaped Piper's mouth as she fell to the floor and didn't move. Trinity knew she didn't have much time, so she began slapping Sam's face. "Wake up you fucking idiot!" She yelled. "Wake the fuck up!"
"What the hell," Sam yelled as his head jerked up, "stop slapping me!"
"Sam!" Trinity yelled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. The stayed embraced for a moment before Sam spoke.
"Um, are those my breasts," Sam asked with a smile, then Trinity remembered that she was naked.
"Holy shit!" She yelped as she backed up and covered herself.
"Really?" Sam asked with a smile as he got up, not caring that his cock was hanging before him for her to see. "Not only is that my body, but you just got finished fucking me literally half to death."
"Get dressed!" Trinity yelled as she gathered up his clothes and threw them at him.
"Alright, Trinity," Sam said with a grin as he got dressed.
"No, you don't get to give me any shit right now Sam," Trinity said as she bent down and began to undress Piper. She was glad that Sam had shut his mouth so she could focus on getting Piper's clothes on her own body. "God, how do you get these things on," she asked as Sam replaced his shirt.
"It's a bra, Trinity," Sam said as he moved over to her.
"No!" Trinity shouted as she finally clipped it and twisted it around her body. Sam backed up and watched as she finished getting dressed. He couldn't help but admire how the skirt and shirt hugged her young body, and was pleased to see her breasts straining against the smaller bra. "God, I can't breath," Trinity said as she slipped a pair of heels on.
"Well, those puppies are quite bigger than hers," Sam said as he looked down at the naked body of Piper who was still knocked out.
"We need to get out of here Sam," Trinity said as she moved to the door and walked out. Sam followed behind her, and she began talking as fast as she could. "Levi enchanted the Cokes, if you can believe it," she said with a chuckle.
"No way."
"Yeah, so that's how they got around the acceptance. If they understand the stakes and knowingly drink the stuff, then that's enough for these fucks." they came to the two large doors and stopped.
"Here," Sam said as he reached in his pocket and produced Piper's keycard, "just be glad we're not going the other way," he said as he motioned to the interface on the other side.
"The Coho Casino is sending the men here, so that's the connection with Salvatore Monterey," Trinity said as she pushed forward. "The only thing I can't figure out is how Ms. Hale fits into all of this. Her name is all over the paperwork, and she's the only person that we can actually take any action against. Yet all the money..."
"Shh," Sam said as he grabbed her around the waist. They had entered the main lobby of the Administration building, meaning women were now moving about working on God know's what. "That's Ms. Hale's office, and there's our way out."
"Seriously, Sam. It makes no sense."
"What?" Sam asked as he looked for a good time for the two to make their way out of there.
"Debra Hales is the head of this place, yet the money only seems to exchange hands between Salvatore and Levi..."
"Okay," Sam said as he placed her arm around her waist and began to move towards the front doors.
"Wait," Trinity said as she broke from his grip and made for Hale's office.
"Trinity! Tim!!!" Sam called as he ran after her. He had no idea what was going on in her old partners head, but he knew busting into Ms. Hale's office was suicide. "Tim, stop!"
Trinity busted through the doors and ran into the office. The decor of the place stunned her, but as she locked eyes with the woman sitting behind the desk a big smile crossed her face.
"Tim, stop! She's a fucking demon!" Sam said as he ran in and stopped right next to her.
"No," Trinity said between labored breaths, "she's no demon... She's not even a she..." Ms. Hales smile didn't disappear, but the rest of her began to shape and reform. Soon the smile was on a large fat man wearing a hawaiian shirt.
"Levi?" Sam asked in shock.
"Hello Agents," Levi said with a jovial laugh.
///// 9
///// "Thanks for Visiting Timber Grove!"
"And we're all finally here," Levi said with another laugh as he got up from his chair.
"You fat fucking bastard," Sam said as he rushed over to Levi.
"Sam, no!" Trinity shouted, but it was too late. Sam grabbed Levi by the cuff of his shirt and began to punch him repeatedly in the face. Trinity rushed over to stop him, but Sam just kept at it.
"You fucking piece of shit," Sam continued to shout, "all of this hurt! All of these poor boys!"
Levi didn't say anything, but he didn't stop laughing. With each hit he seemed to laugh harder and harder, not caring at all that Sam was beating his face to a pulp.
"Sam! Stop!" Trinity said as she finally got in between he and Levi.
"Why should I after everything that he's done! He took my life from me, Sam. He took Jenniefer's life, Penny and all of these boys. Not to mention the girls he's probably convinced to sell themselves."
"That doesn't mean that we just take this into our own hands," Trinity said as she placed her hand on Sam's chest. "We're still Agents with the FBI, and that has to mean something."
Sam looked into Trinity's bright green eyes and sighed before looking at his hand and seeing all the blood. Levi was on his knees slumped over, but his laugh was still strong. "Why are you laughing?" Sam asked as he held his bloodied hand.
"Because none of this matters," he said before coughing up some blood. "You think that Perfect Pines is my only source of bodies? I have people working all over this city doing things that you never even noticed, Agent Brown. Perfect Pines..."
"...was set up to fail." Trinity said as the entirety of the plot fell on her. "You knew that having such a prominent place with young beautiful girls available in droves would be the first place we would look. That's why everything is under Ms. Hale's name... A person who doesn't even exist."
"Oh, so she's the smart one," Levi said with a laugh, "and cute too."
Sam punched him again after the last comment, but he wished he could beat up himself. Levi had led him down the prim rose path, and for a year he followed. He allowed himself to waste tons of valuable time doing exactly what Levi wanted them to do. In a fit of rage Sam grabbed the large table and flipped it over like it was made of paper.
"So, it is let's make a deal time, Agents," Levi said as he jumped to his feet like he wasn't just beaten to within an inch of his life. His skin then rippled for a moment and then he was standing before the two of them with a face that had no blood or scars.
"Why would we make a deal with you, Levi," Trinity said while shaking her head. "I don't care if this place is only one of hundreds, it's still getting shut down."
"You know, you speak with a lot of command for such a young lady. What are you, eighteen, nineteen maybe?" Levi laughed as he said is and walked over to a large painting on the wall. "well you're right about the place getting shut down, but not for reasons you think."
"Why then?" Sam asked as he cautiously walked with Trinity to the painting where Levi was now standing.
"Well that was our good friend Detective Anderson on the phone, and he was informing Ms. Hale that she was being investigated for tax evasion. Can you believe it?"
Sam and Trinity just stood there in shock. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Sam finally said.
"I can't make this shit up," Levi said without any more laughter. "So some people from Seattle are driving down this very afternoon to look over Ms. Hale's papers, but I'm afraid that she's about to experience a tragic accident." Levi than mimed a rope going around his neck like he was getting hung. "So, that leaves me with thirty Vorosno that believe their mother is dead, and that really doesn't work for me," he added a laugh and then pointed to them both and added, "or for you!"
"Get to the point, Levi," Sam said with conviction.
"Well a lot of angry Demon's running around Timber Grove is bad for you, but having a couple of noisy FBI Agents isn't really good business for me." The two Agents stood before Levi and waited for him to continue, but he didn't. He just sat there with a big grin on his face as he let them process what he was offering.
"What," Trinity finally asked, "you get rid of the demons if Sam and I leave town?"
"Here," Levi said as he swung the painting off the wall revealing a large safe. He placed his hand on a pad, and they watched as his hand suddenly grew three extra fingers before the pad turned green. "You can never be to cautious," he said with a chuckle as he opened the safe and produced a tiny red heart in a jar.
"What's this supposed to be," Sam asked with growing impatience.
"This is the heart of Ms. Hales, I'm afraid. Once I learned that I could steal her essence and enslave her daughters, well, I just couldn't resist ripping this right out of her chest!" He made a gesture of ripping a heart out and Trinity jumped back. She thought that Levi was just a fat pig, but this showed that he was evil in ways she didn't even understand. "So you crush this heart, and the Vorosno are gone."
"What about the boys?" Trinity asked.
"You mean the girls, Agent August? Well, the reason I loved using the Vorosno is that there is currently no magic that I know of, and I know a lot of magic, that can reverse the gender change. So even though the Vorosno will flee their hosts, the girls will be girls." The smile on Levi's face grew as a look of realization came over Trinity.
"Oh my God," she whispered she held on to Sam's arm for support.
"There's always a way, Tim. We can't trust a word he says."
"I don't care if you believe me or not, but this is a one time deal."
Sam looked down at Tim and was at a loss of what to say. He saw sadness in her eyes that he hadn't expected. He jumped at the chance of being a man, of fucking whenever he wanted without fear of consequences. Now Tim was given the opportunity to not only be a woman, but to be sixteen years younger. Who wouldn't want that?
"So, you give us that heart and we get out of town, right?" Trinity said, knowing that the chance to save even thirty young women from the chains of possession was worth them leaving town. Levi nodded at her and she looked over to Sam. "Hey, are you okay with this?"
"That's thirty kids, Tim," Sam said as he shrugged.
"You have a deal, Levi," she stuck out her hand and he shook it. She wiped off the sweat from his hand before taking the heart from him. "This doesn't mean you're off the hook, Levi," she said as she tossed the jar on the ground and then stamped her heel right through it. The walls of the building shook as screams could be heard from the hallway.
"You forget, Agent August, that you have absolutely nothing on me. Now, if you don't mind I need to dig up a body before the feds get here," Levi said with a laugh as he walked away before transforming into Ms. Hale once again. "You have until Monday," she said with a smile, "and then I trust you to keep your word."
Sam was about to say something, but Trinity stopped him. She nodded and then took him by the arm. As they walked out of the room they could hear Ms. Hale laughing, but they knew that they had won a little battle.
Later that night Sam and Trinity were sitting in their office on Main Street with Trinity on the phone. Sam sat in a comfy chair in the corner while Trinity sat behind the desk that Sam had left behind for her.
"Okay, and we got all twenty nine... Okay, let Glory know that we'll help however we can... Alright, talk to you soon Tyler," Trinity said before hanging up the phone.
"Does Anderson have them all rounded up?"
Trinity leaned back in her chair and sighed. She felt like a little kid in it now since she had last about a foot and a half in height. Add onto that the way her plump ass felt against the chair, and it was a lot to get used to. "Yeah," she said as she picked up a mug off her desk, "all twenty nine."
"And no accounting for Piper?"
"Nope. No knocked out naked woman in the back."
"Fuck," Sam said as he through a piece of crumpled paper against the wall. "And Salvatore Monterey refuses to budge on Levi. I could tell that he was nervous, but he claims that all of his business was done on Tribal land, so..."
"So we saved almost thirty young men, Sam. That's a win." Trinity said, although she knew it was only a drop in the bucket.
"Did they find them all?" It was Jennifer who was asking now, and Trinity shook her head. "Oh, well I'm sure she'll turn up," she said with a smile.
"I'm sorry we weren't able to find Penny, Jennifer," Trinity said with a frown.
"Hey, you two are some of the best Agents I've ever worked with," she said in a proud voice.
"We're the only two Agents you've worked with, Jen." Sam said with a smile.
"Well, be that as it may, I know that Penny is out there and that you did everything you could do to find him..."
Sam knew that she was talking, but he couldn't help but admire her body from across the room. The images of her naked breasts bouncing in front of him from where they had sex in that very room was burned into his memory. And even though she was wearing her typical getup of baggy jeans and a sweater, the curves were all there.
"... and just because we're closing the office doesn't mean we'll never come back." Trinity added as Sam finally rejoined the conversation.
"What about you two? Where do you go from here?" Jennifer asked as she leaned against the door frame.
"I don't know," Trinity said quietly as she took another sip of Coffee. "Neither of us technically exist right now, so first we really need to find out what happened to Samantha and Tim.
"There's really nothing Erika or Glory can do?"
"No," Sam replied to Jen, "the Sapphire Ring and the Vorosno used powerful magic. That doesn't mean that we won't stop looking for a way to reverse this, but for the time being we are simply Trinity and Sam."
Trinity looked up from her coffee after Sam's last comment and looked him over. He said it in a way that implied they were getting back together somehow, but she was unsure. After some more small talk with Jennifer and some hastily done paperwork, the three stood outside the office as Jennifer locked the doors.
"I'll come back tomorrow and box up everything and send it back to Seattle," Jennifer said with a quiver in her voice. Trinity said nothing, and instead pulled her close and gave her a big hug. It was strange that Jennifer was now taller than her, not to mention that the size of their breasts made it hard to get close, but it seemed like it helped Jen feel better. "I just can't believe that your leaving," Jen said as she wiped away a tear. "What about Levi?"
"You stay away from him, and I mean it this time. I just don't know what would happen if you got that ring again and somehow became more beautiful." Sam said, but he regretted saying it immediatly as Jen began to cry again. So it was his turn to give her a hug, but he made sure to keep his hands high up on her back.
"So where are you two going?"
"Back to Seattle," Trinity said as she was fighting back tears of her own, "so Agent Carter can help us out with some new identities."
"And you two?"
Trinity looked over so Sam who gave her s shrug. "I don't know, Jen, but I think we'll give it a go." He smiled at her as she said it, and Jennifer practically beamed. She then grabbed them both and gave them a big hug, and stood in front of the office waving as they drove off into the night.
Trinity drove as Sam sat beside her lost in thought. Neither had spoken a word after Trinity had made her statement, and as they passed a big sign illuminated among the pines she wondered what the future held for them. The sign read "Thanks for Visiting Timber Grove!" and again there was that pesky exclamation point. She wondered how many people actually got a chance to read that sign, since it seemed the city had the ability to swallow people whole. Then she wondered if she would ever come back, and part of her knew it was only a matter of time.
And as it turned out she would have plenty of time. Upon arriving back in Seattle, Agent Carter was able to get them both new identities, complete with Socials and Passports. The only issue arose when Carter deemed Trinity too young to keep her place in the Beareau. She had fought him on it, but she knew he was right. If a couple of Seattle clubs had turned away for being too young, then who else out there would believe her if she whipped out an FBI badge.
So while Sam went back to work at the Seattle office, Trinity enrolled at the University of Washington. They got an apartment together, and while Sam worked Trinity would pursue her Psychology Degree. There were moments when Trinity believed that all of this would work out, that she would not only graduate with a new degree and re-enter the FBI, but that her new relationship with Sam would last. It would be four years before she was twenty three, the minimum age to apply for the FBI, so she focused on the task at hand and got to work.
Time has a way of moving fast, and as Sam woke up to the sun coming in through his window he wondered what time it actually was. He and Trinity had gone out drinking the night before with some guys from work as they celebrated the fact that she had just finished the sixteen week training at Quantico and was now working at the office again. Only a handful of Agents knew their actual history, so while many were celebrating the fact that an incredibly attractive woman was joining the Beareau, others were welcoming her back.
"Oh," Sam said as he saw movement in the sheets and suddenly felt lips move over his morning wood. "Oh fuck, that's how every morning should begin." He moved his arms behind his head and smiled as his cock was expertly taken care of. "Ow," he said with some discomfort, "not so much with the teeth please."
"Sam!" Trinity yelled as she barged in the door wearing some boxers and a tank top, "you won't believe what just came in the mail!"
Sam's eyes got big, "Now's not a good time, Trin."
"It's a letter from Jennifer, can you believe it!? When was the last time that someone actually wrote a letter..." Her voice trailed off as she finally noticed that Sam wasn't the only person in the bed. "Dammit, Sam, why don't you lock your door anymore? I can see you, Tricia, it's just a sheet." She then watched as a blonde girl slowly emerged from the sheets looking rather nervous.
"I'm so sorry, Trinity," Tricia said with remorse.
"Sorry for what? We're not together anymore, so Sam can fuck anyone he chooses," Trinity said as she turned her gaze on a grinning Sam, "but I do ask that he locks the door when he has company. Now get dressed and get out here," she said as she turned and slammed the door.
"Don't worry about her," Sam said as he got out of bed and pulled on some briefs before grabbing a pair of jeans that was lying on the ground.
"But didn't you two..."
"Yeah, but after a week of living together we decided to just be friends." Tricia was putting her bra back on while Sam gazed at the beautiful form of her young breasts before they disappeared behind the fabric. "It was cheaper to live together, so we made a go of it and found that we actually enjoyed being friends more than lovers."
"Wow," Tricia said as she pulled on her skirt and reached for a small pink top, "that sounds nice."
"Yeah, yeah,"Sam said as he threw on a T-shirt and opened the door while motioning for her to leave, "but we have work to do."
"Okay," Tricia said with a smile while walking past him and into the living room. "Bye Trinity... I mean, Agent Adams."
"We'll see you at the office, Tricia," Trinity added with a forced smile.
"Yeah, see you at the office," Sam said as he expertly avoided Tricia's kiss so it landed on his cheek. He closed the door before she had a chance to say more, but that didn't save him from what Trinity had to say.
"She's younger than I am, Sam," she said as she opened the letter, "and she works in the office. I think it's a bad idea." She also didn't like the sound of "Agent Adams", and for the first time in a long time she missed her old name.
"Well," Sam said before Trinity's bedroom door opened and a man stepped out, "hello, Trent." Sam said with a wave as the man sheepishly walked towards the door.
"Oh, um, hi Sam. Hey Trinity, I'll see you later," he said with a smile as he reached the door and opened it.
"Later, Trent," Trinity said with a wide smile, "I had a wonderful night." Sam watched as Trent nearly fell out the door and then he turned to look at Trinity. "What? Is this because he's black?"
"God no, Trin. It's because he's Carter's son. You know, our bosses son who doesn't know that you were a man up until 4 years ago." He sat down on the couch with an air of superiority about him. He was always being chided by Trinity for the girls he brought home, and now he finally got the chance to dole it out as well.
"Trent knows all about Tim, and we're just casual. If you'd like, I can go talk to Carter about it tonight," Trinity said without looking up from her letter.
Sam rolled his eyes. If he were being honest with himself he would have admitted that he was jealous of Trent, but that would mean admitting that he still harbored some feeling for Trinity. He had hoped that she would swear off men when they broke up, but she began dating almost right after the split. Of course she wasn't with a man again for over a year, and all told she only brought home a handful of guys to the apartment while Sam kept them coming almost weekly.
"Oh my God," Trinity said with a gasp as she got to the end of the letter, "you have to read this, Sam." Without getting up she held out the letter and waited for Sam to get it. He walked over and took the letter and began to read.
"Dear Trinity, Everything here in Timber Grove is going well. I heard that you were graduating from the Academy so I thought I'd write to let you know how happy I am for you..."
"Just jump to the end, Sam," Trinity said as she got up and walked into their tiny kitchen.
"Okay, um, hopefully we'll get to see you and Sam soon, and I hope all is well. -Jennifer," Sam then paused as he looked past where Jen had signed her name and saw some other writing that clearly was not her own. "What's this at the bottom," Sam asked as he watched Trinity walk out of the kitchen with a bottle in hand. "It's time to come back... Levi."
"What do you think it means," Trinity asked as she took a swig from the bottle and passed it to Sam. "Do you think it's actually Levi?"
"Well, he was released last year for God knows why, but Erika says that he's been in check."
"I think Erika and Detective Anderson haven't been telling us everything that's been happening in Timber Grove over the last few years," Sam added while taking a long drink.
"Anything could have happened over the last four years," Trinity said with some apprehension.
And it turned out a lot had happened...
//// The End
///// Author's Note:
Thanks for reading "Welcome to Timber Grove"! If this is the first time you're reading about Timber Grove, there are over twenty other stories set in this crazy town I hope you'll look up. If you are a fan of my Timber Grove stories, I need to hear from you. Do you do enjoy these strange, connected stories with characters coming and going, or do you like smaller stand alone stories? Please contact me at [email protected] with any thoughts, questions or comments.