I couldn’t believe we just did that.
We actually did it! That was the best we have ever done!
“Are you crazy, Cheryl?!” Patricia shouted at me, her eyes big and terrified at the box in Karla’s hands. I just simply grinned at our success.
“Come on. Those stories are just rumors. You really think that creepy clerk would do anything to us?”
“Maybe call the cops! We were just kidding about that stupid dare!”
"And back out? No way. I've never lost one and I never will," I exclaimed with a triumphant toss of my hips.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe it! You did great, you two!”
“Patricia. Patricia,” I said. “Always the tight one. Admit it. That shop was just nothing but a hoax of tricks.”
We loved dares. Just the four of us in our little sisterhood. And tonight, was a special one Patricia and Felicity gave to me and Karla. The two of us were dared to go to one little shop and take one artifact from inside without letting the clerk know. And that one little shop was very well recognized in this whole town.
Louhi Antique Collectibles.
That store had so many rumours about it. Even in our college, almost everyone, even the teachers, would tell us what they’ve heard from a friend of a friend. In all stories, it was about some troubled poor wimp that entered the store and brought one thing they wanted more than anything.
Their greatest desires. They say the shop could fulfil your deepest and darkest wishes. But for a price.
One tale our English teacher told us about was of a naïve student who went to the store and bought a book. The next thing that happened was that the book opened up with teeth and a tongue and with unnatural magic, the girl fattened up and was eaten by the book.
I think it was his own way of getting us on our toes and keep studying. It was a good laugh still.
It was just yesterday at the cafeteria that we were talking about the shop after Felicity heard one rumour about the clerk being demonic to anyone who dared stole from her store, turning a thief who sneaked in into a fat rat and fed her to her shadowy imps. We laughed at how silly it was about those stories. Only kids would believe them.
That was until Patricia had an idea for the next dare.
She had never given the best dares before and often, she’d get angry at how easy we could beat them. Then again, she had never did like to do bad things. That was until she decided that Karla and I, the winners from the last dare, were to do her wild dare so we could prove what a phoney the clerk really was.
It was the best dare ever! And I were eager to do it!
So we went to the store in the afternoon. I still couldn’t remember how we walked into the store but we were in. We even jumped out of our shoes when the clerk appeared out of nowhere at the counter. Unaware of our true intentions.
And just like that, she went to business. As she ranted on and on about details, consequence, blah, blah, we got to work. Karla snitched behind me and searched carefully about the antiques around us while I tried to get the clerk to pay attention to me, either with on-going questions and blocking her from seeing Karla.
She then seemed to raise an eyebrow further into the conversation. “It is very odd that more than one customer would enter my store. Where is your friend, by chance?”
“Oh, don’t worry about her. You were saying about a trade?”
“Ah, yes. A trade,” she continued, her tone sounding being suspicious. “I will not be asking for anything personal. It is neither your green paper nor worthless gold. It varies with each customer. It is...something in particular.”
“Wow, that’s cool,” I said and felt Karla poke me with a wink. “Oh, look at the time. We’re actually late for an outing with our friends. See you!”
Karla rushed out the door and I followed suit, one foot out and one foot still in.
“What terribly bad little girls...”
Just hearing that...made my hair stand on the back of my neck. Why was I feeling that? I glanced back and for a glimpse, I saw her wickedly grin and...were her eyes glowing?
“I know you took it.”
I heard that correctly! I swallowed. Did she see us? Were there cameras inside?
But the clerk didn’t budge from her seat and the door closed shut behind us. Karla hurried me to keep running and we did, but I couldn’t help it. I had never been so scared like that before in my life.
Regardless, I just shook off the feeling. It must have been my imagination. The two of us then made it to our dorm house and showed Felicity and Patricia our steal.
In Karla’s hand was a small metallic trinket box, about four to six inches and with an unlocked latch. A weird design was carved on the top, showing many swirling tendrils and jagged diamonds surrounding a symbol that comprised of two circles intertwined together and their lines intersecting into the sockets and mouth of a skull.
“Freaky,” Felicity uttered. “Open it!”
“Shouldn't we return it back?” Karla asked, retreating the box away. “Shouldn’t you guys think that nothing good ever comes out of that shop? This is like some horror movie.”
“Don’t worry yourself up,” I assured her. “Come on. You said you wanted to prove that creepy clerk was just a fake.”
“Look, nothing’s gonna happen when we open this box. “ Patricia snatched the box out of Karla’s hands and opened it without glancing back at Karla’s scowl. “See?”
I actually was...expecting something horrid to jump out of the box. Realistic but horrible. Like a pair of scooped-out eyeballs. Maybe a served finger. Or a heart, still grossly beating...
But there was nothing of the sort.Instead, inside of the metal box was some metallic motif, shaped in tentacles and filled up most of the box. Nestled on top of those tentacles was a small red palette holding some purple dust. Next to the dish were a long black matchstick and a folded piece of paper.
“Just powder?” I said as Patricia took the paper.
“Don’t tell me we got whatever was inside broken?” Felicity moaned angrily.
“Bummer,” Karla uttered casually, only to get a glare from Felicity.
“Hang on, guys,” Patricia stopped them. “Listen to this. ‘The Sealing Box of the Y-ha...Yha-she...Yhashia-ho Othuum’.”
“What the heck is that?” Karla uttered.
“Read it out, Patricia!” Felicity asked keenly.
“‘Yhashia-ho Othuum, also known as the Eight-Forked Horror. Power. Known for tainting ‘female’ victims for its own harem and continuously carry out its monstrous heritage. Within the harem, chooses one as a ‘queen’ while the rest are her subordinates but often shares its ‘gift’. Status. Cocky, big-headed but now tamed. Cult has been dissolved. Unable to use it for potion-making. Hence, useless until solution. Caution. Releasing this Dark Goddess from its box will set it loose. No virgins should be near its release. Follow instructions if you want to meet it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Sincerely, Louhi Ixchel.’”
“That’s very weird,” I said. “And who was this Louhi Ixchel?”
"Isn't that the name of that shop?" Karla pointed.
“There’s more. ‘Instructions. Make sure the summoning is done on the twentieth hour of the Full Corn Moon. If not, do NOT continue. Strike the black matchstick and light the incense.’”
“Oh, so this is incense,” said Karla.
“‘Allow the incense to fill up the room after five minutes. Inhale deeply and chant these words, the first line by the number of people presented and the third, five times. No more, no less.’
‘Silence comes upon thy bare spiral.’ And then the leader must say, ‘I call upon the power of the Dark Cosmos and I invite thy, you may enter.’ Then ‘Yhashia-ho Othuum,’ five times. Lastly, ‘Come onto us and grant us the life of great gods,’ by the leader again. Everyone ends it with ‘Let us be as ‘ones’.”
Felicity smiled widely. “Ooh, sounds wicked. Let’s try it!”
I glanced at her. “Come on, Fel. You can’t believe this stuff.”
“Who would? I wanna see this joke play out and fail.”
“Hang on. Remember what Karla just said? This could end up like being those movies,” I said nervously. I still remembered all the gore and dark scenes from the last movie we rented. Souls from the Abyss. “Someone reads the words and some voodoo shit happens.”
“Oooh, are you afraid?” she taunted playfully.
“Besides, that’s just fiction,” Patricia pointed. “What can go wrong?”
“Fine. All in favour of doing this?” I asked.
Three hands up. Mine was down.
I shrugged defeatedly. “Motion granted.”
We sat down in a circle, the box in the centre. Patricia struck the black matchstick and cautiously flung it into the incense. A violet flame erupted, giving of a strange sweet scent I couldn’t recognize. Nothing like the perfumes and bottles we had.
Five minutes later, we took each other hands and inhaled deeply. We started chanting.
“Silence comes upon thy bare spiral. Silence comes upon thy bare spiral. Silence comes upon thy bare spiral. Silence comes upon thy bare spiral.”
I peered about, looking to see if anything was out of place. Nothing so far. Except it was feeling bit chilly...
“I call upon the power of the Dark Cosmos and I invite thy, you may enter,” Patricia took over. None of us objected.
Better her than me, truth be told. What if it really happened like in the movies?
“Yhashia-ho Othuum. Yhashia-ho Othuum. Yhashia-ho Othuum. Yhashia-ho Othuum. Yhashia-ho Othuum.”
Our chanting slowly died - all four of us jumping – as Karla’s lamp, the only thing on that illuminated our dorm room, flickered before it blacked out. Now only the flame was our light source. There was even a small unsettling tremble beneath us.
“Uh, guys,” Karla asked. “Is this part of it?”
“Maybe it’s that party downstairs. And shh! Keep going,” Felicity urged.
Patricia puffed up her chest and focused. “Come onto us and grant us the life of great gods.”
The quaking suddenly increased as she spoke out. Some of Karla’s and my make ups and accessories vibrated off our drawers and table.
But we kept on going.
“Let us be as ‘ones’,” we chanted.
And with that, the flame extinguished itself out. The shakes stopped.
The room was dark and still for five minutes.
The lamp bulb glimmered back on, the light assuring us it was over.
“Well, that was a disappointment,” Felicity groaned. I simply sighed with relief.
“What a let-down, “ Karla added, reaching out to the box to close it. “I thought some tentacle monster would come out-”
A hand grabbed Karla by the wrist, giving her a fright. We turned to Patricia, who was now arching back and muttering something strange.
She caressed her other free arm through her hair, moaning. “Gaaagh, I feel so hot...”
“P-Pat?” I called and neared to her. Did those fumes make her dizzy?
With a loud crick, she arched back up. We jumped and it wasn’t just because of the sudden burst. Her eyes seemed to be unnaturally darker than before.
“I accept thy invitation.”
Karla then screamed, snapping her hand free from Patricia. We watched as two bumps stretched out of her bare stomach. Claws and elbows took shape. An extra pair of arms was crawling out of Pat. Our friend, who was barely freaking out over what was happening to her.
“I don’t...feel right,” Felicity moaned, falling to her knees.
So was I. A wave of heat hit me like nothing before. A surge of power and hotness was seizing me inside.
“W-What’s...happening to us?!” Karla whimpered but she too gave in to the pleasure.
My knees turned to jelly and I fluttered down. Each of us stood stumbling at the farthest corner of the room but we were all too overwhelmed to care if we were watching each other.
Then again, the more we watch, the more we felt...aroused. Changing.
Something snake-like slithered out of Felicity’s shorts, pushing it down but by then, her lower half was covered in fur with her legs misshapen into something dog or cat like. Her now sharpened fingers tore off her top, revealing at her sides four extra breasts. Her body even toned into a more muscular shape. Not too much like a bodybuilder but enough to call her athletic.
Patricia’s extra arms thickened while her abdomen stretched long. Her legs deformed to be more horse-like, her toes extending into webbed claws. Her shorts too were no match, ripped into shreds. She was slowly turning into a green-skinned demon/centaur creature, horns adorning her head.
I glanced at Karla when bat wings exploded out from her back. She was immediately unclothed at the top, skin shifting into a blue hue. Scaly tail included. One look and you’d immediately think half-dragon. As she moaned, her tongue slid out, forked, thick and long.
I was already halfway through mine. Teeth sharpened in my mouth. My hair grew lustfully. I glanced at my hands, now purple like the incense. I felt something slimy quiver from my back, tinkling my body. I didn’t take a peek, too dazed by my pleasure but my hands were feeling what I could make out as some shell-less insect’s abdomen coming out from the end of my spine.
“Yes. You seized the artefact from the witch. You shall be queen. Queen to claim back this overworld.”
I liked that idea. I should be questioning the voice in my head but for some reason, I liked the word, queen. I as queen.
Yellow-ringed tentacles snaked into my view, oozing with dense slime. They were strong, flexible and within my control. I was one with something.
“Give thy seed. Give life of gods.”
I did as I was told. Spreading my back tentacles about with unspeakable measures, filling up most of the room.
Karla yipped as one entered her but she eventually cooed calmly at the invite. Patricia and Felicity hissed happily while I opened my legs welcomely to the biggest one I had.
I curved back as it entered me and pumped loads of the seed into me. Into us. We were filling up, our moans and groans echoing about. Part of me hoped no one would hear us.
Now here was where the change really got interesting for us.
I examined everyone first. Karla’s sexual moans enticed my other tentacles to fiddle with her wings, chest and legs. Her cute slim belly started to curl outwards. More and more. Rounder and rounder. Happily, she wrapped her skinny legs around one fat tentacle. At her command, she motioned her dragon tail to tighten around it and mentally attempted to milk more seed into herself.
With Patricia’s long centaur body, it was twice the amount. Her two stomachs swelled up, the one between her four legs being the bigger of the two. Her eyes twinkled to yearn more and traced to Felicity’s six aching breasts, the bubbly pairs in different sizes. Milk dripped from them, wetting her fur and huge woolly tummy.
Patricia licked her lips hungrily.
She trotted hurriedly and lashed her lips onto one plump fruit. In no time, she swelled up to the point that her legs hung out helplessly.
My throat immediately became itchy and dry. Oh dear god, I wanted that.
I forced myself up, ignoring the uncontrollable sensation in my body and shifting my newfound weight to easily walk or waddle forward. Karla followed suit. We reached to Felicity and each grabbed a free bosom. The delicious taste of rich milk rushed into my throat and with the moans increasing more out of my friends, my tentacles thrust more with faster rhythm.
“Don’t s-stop!” Patricia took a moment to breathe. “D-Don’t, augggh! Don’t stop! Mmm.”
I could feel the skin of my belly going tight like a drum. I mentally ordered my free tentacles to strip off my panties, feeling uncomfortable at them digging into me. God damn wedgie. Ugh.
Once off and with relief, my hands reached down to feel the fleshy development in my butt. Yup. My two cheeks were growing too, like scrumptious watermelons.
Karla arched back, flinging milk out of her mouth in a toss. “Yes! Oh yes! Oooh! YES!” She dove back down.
It was coming. Oh god! The pressure was reaching its end.
Felicity wailed out like a monstrous cat, flexing her long ears down. She was the first to feel the climax. Then Karla, flapping her wings impatiently. Patricia was next, her arms and legs wrapping over her bloated stomachs. And last me. I swore that our screams were almost in tone together.
My tentacles retreated and we collapsed back, panting heavily. Naked, half monsters or demons and very much beaming with fullness. Our round shapes took most of the bedroom.
It was the best kind of thing ever. Like sex, only better. Much better.
Out of the four of us, I was amazed that I was the biggest. My huge belly could nearly reach the end of my bed from the top, rippling with seed and milk. But my other friends also won other things.
Karla’s hips were huge that she began playfully exploring them with her claws. And from all that drinking, Felicity’s breasts have inflated even more as if more milk was constantly restocking them. Patricia, heck, she had two prized bellies. I’d say that was a win too.
My fingers played across my body, feeling the tenseness erupting throughout me.
“Wow,” Patricia gasped. “That was incredible. Freaky. But incredible.”
“I’ve never felt so alive,” Facility purred loudly as she massaged her swollen belly. “I could take on anything.”
Take on anything. The thought crossed my mind.
I should be freaked. Breaking into tears that I looked like some monstrous far walrus. Screaming and blaming at everyone that we shouldn’t have gone through with this.
But I didn’t.
I felt pleased. Grateful at what happened to us. Look at me. I was a goddess. I could crush anyone, even those annoying snobs from upstairs.
“Claim this overworld in my name.”
I could lift a truck if I wanted to. I could wrap people with my tentacles and ooh, deliciously make them my slaves. Our slaves. Fill them up and put them under my spell, the voice whispered sweetly at me.
“That’s not a bad idea,” I declared. “We’ll need some servants to pamper us anyway.”
“Servants?” Karla said curiously.
“Don’t you guys feel it? The power? The voice?” I asked and slowly, one by one, they nodded. “This is real. This is great. There’s no way I want to get rid of this new form. And nobody’s going to
“Yeah,” Felicity agreed. “The moment they laugh, the moment they bend down and be our toys. Heeheehee!”
“That’s wicked. But I like it,” Patricia hummed. “Hmm, I’m feeling wet again.”
“Why don’t we get the boys from next door? I’ve seen them trying to make a move on us.”
“Oh, will they ‘love’ it, alright,” I uttered and moaned with pleasure. I can imagine Richard, one of those boys, his belly filled up too and making him sexy. Him as an obedient servant for me, popping grapes into my mouth and f**king with me all night long. “Shall we call them, girls?”
“Gladly!” Karla uttered.
“Should we get them to come to the gymnasium? That’s got lots of room for us to laze around.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such naughty little children.”
We didn’t hear her enter our room. Not a single sound until she spoke out.
In the flesh and standing near the box with a foot on the lid.
She wasn’t flabbergasted at our new changes. Or mad that me and Karla stole from her. The clerk was oddly relaxed. Like she had the upper hand on us.
“Who is she?” Felicity muttered.
“The clerk!” Karla shrieked.
“That’s her?” Patricia said. “Huh, I expected her to be old and wrinkled.”
The clerk frowned but it was brief. She took a minute to get back her stiff composure. “You have no idea what you have done.”
“You think she’s going to call on us?” Karla whispered.
“She doesn’t look so tough. And look at us.” Felicity slapped at her belly, the ripples spreading across her skin and making her purr. “We’re badass. Nothing can stop us.”
Uncanny laughter escaped from the clerk’s mouth. “Rebellious and foolish in reading both warnings and instructions. I sure can never be bored of your youngsters.”
“Foolish?” Patricia hissed. “Please, we followed everything to the book.”
The clerk shook her head. “How naïve.”
Patricia glared at her, annoyed. “We read everything according.”
“It’s not a Full Corn Moon tonight.”
The clerk folded her arms causally. “It’s not a Full Corn Moon. This is the month of the Mead Moon. Instead of summoning forth, you summoned him within your spiritual boundaries.” She shrugged. “No matter. I guess I have to take care of you lot. You did steal this box from me. I dislike thieves.”
“Oh, what you’re going to do?” Felicity snobbishly snapped. “That paper said someone couldn’t even control this Yhashia-ho Othuum dude.”
“And we’re filled with Yhashia-ho Othuum power,” I added, stroking my belly with glee.
The clerk simply laughed. Unafraid. She was taunting us. And I wanted to wipe that smug off her face.
“You are right. I may not find any usage for this item,” the clerk sang. “That doesn’t mean I am powerless against this filthy old god. And neither will four corrupted servants.”
“She’s mocking us,” Karla stated the obvious.
“You better watch your mouth, missy,” Patricia growled.
“Come and get me."
Despite our awkward shifting and shafting of our weight, the four of us charged with fangs, claws and tentacles bared out. The clerk didn’t budge and still continued to smile. Only her one foot immediately closed the box lid.
Our arms dove at nothing. She was gone! Vanished in a flash.
“Where did she go?” I asked uneasily.“Ha! Ran away with her tail between her legs,” Felicity cheered.
Shivers crept down my spine when laughter boomed around us. Our eyes darted to find the clerk but still, she was nowhere in the room.
Karla suddenly yelped and pointed up, to the only window in our room. It was also oddly bright outside.
With our huge jiggling forms, we hopped with shock. Outside our window was the clerk, towering above us like a giant.
I then realized what our surroundings were. We were in a glass container. Both our dorm rooms. The four of us. We were inside an enormous glass jar.
But it wasn’t enormous. We were small!
We glanced around to see what was beyond the glass walls. From the looks of it, it seemed like we were in a huge basement with rows and rows of shelves. On those shelves were jars, tanks and bottles of all sizes with something or someone inside.
“Welcome to Louhi Antique Collectibles again, my dears. This will be your home. For eternity.”
We were underneath the store?
The clerk chuckled with arms folded, tilting her head in delight. “You know, I was a little disappointed about this box but surprisingly, out of all this, it ended with me getting four times more ‘ingredients’ than expected.”
“‘Ingredients’?” I repeated, confused.
She giggled coldly. “Young one, I am a witch. A special ‘kind’ of witch. And a witch needs her tools. Anyone, any being who isn’t like me, can become tools. Those who ignore my instructions must pay back in giving me an ingredient. Those who upset me...well, you can say you’ve become my cows to make ideal the ‘old god poultice’.”
“Y-You can’t do this to us!” Patricia yelled.
“And you shouldn’t have stolen the box,” the clerk retorted amusedly.
“People will find out we’re missing!” Karla hollered.
"If you were outside here, yes, they would. But inside that container, you are merely a faded memory to everyone. There is no one coming."
I clutched my fingers. "I won't let you! I'm the queen to rule this world! Come at me, you bitch!"
The clerk chuckled, each laughter deepening my fear more. “Dearie, this world does not belong to that low-level horror. This is the witches’ to keep. Your mortals are our customers. Our means for this business system. And that means no one can help you until you fulfil your sentence and be nice little humans.”
“You got to be kidding me,” Felicity exclaimed.
“Don’t worry. See this sentence as a...vacation instead. Every little resident here are taken care of. Although how long it will be? Well.” She turned away, her glowing eyes still on us. “Start behaving and we’ll see.”
We watched in awe as she climbed up a set of stairs, leaving us alone to take it all in.
I then glared at Patricia.
“Only fiction, huh?”
To the reader of this letter,
Welcome to the Louhi Antique Collectibles. Where anyone can acquire their greatest desires. Whoever the customer, whatever the deed is, business is business. After all, when a customer enters my shop and purchases an item – they have to remember this. You are obliged to follow not just my rules but also your desire. And in an ‘appropriate’ fashion. If you do not, well, I can’t guarantee the consequences of your actions. It always turns out for the better...or the worse. Whatever the end will be, however, the debt will always be paid in full.
Tonight is a special night; instead of one customer, we have four. Cheryl Marshall, Patricia Brown, Karla Daniels and Feclitiy Royce. Four delinquents who should know better than to take one of my items without 'purchasing' it. But no matter. Misfortune comes to those who sweeten the deed.
So without further ado. Enjoy this tale, my dear reader.
Sincerely, Louhi Ixchel
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