Brooke: The New You (Part II)

Brooke had just had a massive orgasms right before our eyes. And now, he lay in a shivering heap at our feet, panting and recovering. Mandy and I looked at each other, somewhat puzzled, until it clicked. And then it clicked again! And again a third time.

The first click was that Attitude had put an “Amen Orgasm” curse to Brooke. That curse used to be Mandy’s; now it was Brooke’s. Which led us to the SECOND click…

Mandy no longer had any curse on her. Attitude didn’t REMOVE her curses, she’d just transferred them to someone else. That someone was Brooke. This explaind the KILLER body, big boobs, and just overall the sexiest look one could have. Which only meant (third click!)…

That Attitude MUST have not just transferred one curse from Mandy, but ALL of them.

“Mandy,” I said. “What ELSE were you afflicted by, in your ‘special days’?”

She thought about it for a moment, then blushed a little. “Well, there was something about my boobs. Around other women, there was some kind of invisible force that pulled them against their boobs. That’s kind of how I got kicked out of the convent…”

I looked at her with disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right?”

She shook her head. “Oh no! Believe me, it was no joke. Look, let me show you. I’m not as big as I used to be, but you’ll see.”

She helped Brooke up, keeping her at arm’s length. At first, it looked like nothing was going to happen, but then I noticed some slight indentation in Brooke’s nipples. They were kind of getting erect, or stretching forward, slightly dragging the breast forward, then pulling her torso toward Mandy. I switched my eyes to Mandy (just briefly!) and noticed the same happening. She was looking at me with this I-told-you-so face. Brooke looked a bit puzzled, then alarmed.

“Shit, what’s going on?” he said, trying to push back against Mandy’s shoulders. But it was too late, and seconds later, his boobs were glued to Mandy’s. Brooke’s face became flushed almost instantly, while Mandy just stood there proudly, still looking at me. Brooke fumbled to get away, not quite sure how to go about it.

“Believe me now?” Mandy said, triumphant.

I nodded. “How do you get out of this, now?”

“Not a problem. Brooke, put your hands on my shoulders.”

Brooked followed her instructions. Mandy did the same. “Ready?” she asked. “On the count of three, we have to both push very hard, and we’ll get separated.”

They counted, pushed, and sure enough, got separated. Brooke’s nipples were hard as all heck and made thick indentations at the front of her vest.

“Well,” Mandy added, “that’s that. Which probably means Brooke has all the other issues I had before.”

Brooke lifted a finger. “Hold that thought,” he said. “I have to go clean up. I’m a mess.” Then he raced off to the bathroom, not waiting for our permission.

[To be continued]