Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 22 (Patreon)

[center]<<Bear Sandosen>>[/center]

It was the day before Hogwarts was starting, and I was being sat down on the edge of a bed by three young witches with a mix of anxious and embarrassed looks on their faces. Judging from the eclectic mix of Quidditch posters and stacks of books, I’m guessing that it was the room that they were staying at while at Grimmauld Place.

“Ladies, is there something I can help you with?” I asked, curious about both why they’d dragged me away after dinner and why Lana had looked so thoroughly amused.

“This summer, after you and your Family showed up… we… that is… I found…” Hermione tried to speak, her face flushing as she tried and failed to force the words past her embarrassment.

“We want you to take our virginities,” Rhonda blurted out. I blinked in surprise as Hermione whirled on the ginger witch and began berating her for phrasing it like that.

“I’m flattered and you’re certainly very attractive young ladies,” I began, getting the attention of all three, “but I’m compelled to ask ‘why me?’”

“Hermione found a coven ritual that would make us immune to the Unforgivables, one that requires the sacrifice of two virginities per witch per spell,” Harry began, idly playing with a lock of her hair as she looked about ready to hide behind her bangs. Well, that was certainly impressive, enough so I couldn’t hold back a low whistle.

“And I’m guessing that strap ons or other similar toys don’t count, but I’m not a wizard, will that interfere with the ritual?”

“That’s actually a large part of why we’re approaching you. According to the book with the ritual in it, the man we’re giving our virginities to cannot be a wizard, they have to be a muggle. So with the only other muggle men we know are related to us…”

“That’s not the only reason we’re asking,” Rhonda was quick to say. “We’re not asking because you’re the only bloke we know that fits the ritual, even if we had a bigger list of muggle blokes, you’re still the first we’d ask.”

Chuckling, I waved off Rhonda’s panicked explanation, “I get it. It’s okay.”

“Regarding strap ons and similar toys,” Harry said, pulling her hair in front of her face as she spoke and we turned to look at her. “We’ve used them in the past but the ritual specifies losing a virginity only counts when it’s a man’s penis doing it. So we’re still virgins according to the ritual.”

Thinking back to Lana’s amused smirk, I had one more question to ask, “Would I be correct in assuming that at least one of you’d told Lana? Possibly to ask for advice in approaching me?”

“Well, Lana seemed to already know when we approached her last night, but then she’d mentioned something about figuring it out at the same time as her offer to help Harry,” Rhonda said before turning to the girl in question, “something that she seems quite reluctant to talk about.”

“Force shenanigans, got it,” I drawled, making Hermione and Harry giggle. “Well, if you girls have already talked to some of the others in the Family, I’d be honored. Have you planned out a time and place?”

“We have a place at Hogwarts that we do all our coven rituals at, and we were planning on waiting until Halloween. Rituals always receive a boost on the night of Samhain, and we’ve been planning on inducting Luna into our Coven, which we’ll have managed by then.”

I mentally counted the weeks, trying to figure out what day of the week Halloween was this year, before giving it up and pulling out the smartphone that Tara Q had given me. It was 1995, Halloween was going to be on a Tuesday.

“What’s that?” Rhonda asked as I put the smartphone away.

“It’s a piece of future muggle tech called a smartphone. Basically think of it as a communication mirror, but it also has a calendar, abacus, and a crap ton of other stuff in it. This one was altered and improved by the same entity that gathered us together and gave us our ship and gear,” I explained.

“I’d heard about ‘cellular phones’ from Uncle Vernon, is that the same basic thing?” Harry asked, finally brushing her bangs back.

“In the same way a swashbuckler’s flintlock is the same basic thing as a cowboy’s revolver. One’s a few tech generations removed, but they fill the same niche.”

We chatted for a bit more, mostly about inconsequential things, before eventually I got up to leave. They were all looking rather flushed at this point, and I was just about to walk out the door when I heard a quietly muttered, “Oh sod it.”

A hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder. I let it turn me around, only to have a bushy brunette reach up to lock lips with me. Automatically, I let my arms wrap around her, my hands coming down to cup her ass, caressing the globes through the fabric of her jeans as her soft lips pressed against my own.

There was no tongue, not this soon, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. The mousy squeak she gave as my hands gave her ass a squeeze nearly made me break the kiss from my amusement. The kiss was broken as Harry and Rhonda walked up, standing on either side of Hermione.

“Bear, we’re going to have to ask you to go, because otherwise we won’t make it to Halloween,” Harry said, her face flushed with arousal as she stared hungrily at both Hermione and I.

“But first, Harry and I wanted to give you a taste ourselves,” Rhonda said, moments before both she and Harry each grabbed one of my wrists.

To my surprise, both of them guided my hands to their chests, placing my palms flat against their breasts. Gently, I let my hands feel and caress the orbs through the girls’ shirts. My right hand, the one on Rhonda’s left breast, had a hardened nub pressing into it under the fabric, making me look at the girl in surprise. Apparently, my turning to face Rhonda sparked a surge of jealousy, because by the time I’d turned back to the last Potter, she’d taken my hand and brought it under her shirt.

The feel of her sports bra was an interesting contrast to feeling Rhonda’s through her shirt, but it seems that Harry wasn’t finished, because she pulled my hand back down, reached under her shirt and guided my hand back up, her bra lifted out of the way and her bared breast, hidden from my eyes, now filled my hand.

At times I hate being as good a man as I am, with a surge of will I stepped back, letting go of the firm mounds under my hands, and said, “I am going to so enjoy exploring, kissing and caressing each and every inch of you, but it needs to wait until the ritual.”

“You’re right,” Hermione said with a husky voice. “Which is why I’m doing this.”

Moments later, I was forcibly shoved out of the room which slammed shut behind me, the sound of it locking making it clear what was about to happen inside. Which left me standing in the hallway with a problem of my own to deal with.

“Ah, Bear, I was hoping the Coven wouldn’t wear you out,” the smooth, seductive voice of Nikhol spoke up from behind me.

“Nikhol,” I greeted with a smile despite the tightness in my pants, my eyes unable to resist drinking in her form. Unusually for her, she wasn’t wearing a dress, instead a knee-length, royal purple pleated skirt, shiny black leather knee high boots, and a tube top the same color as her skirt. Combined with her amazonian build, it made for an interesting contrast, one that wasn’t making my erection any smaller. I’d resisted three gorgeous young women just a moment ago, I’d used up all of my willpower.

“I… don’t suppose that…” I started, swallowing nervously. I’d been with all of them in some form or another, why was this so hard? Taking a deep breath, I was about to force the words out when Nikhol placed a finger on my lips.

“Are you saying that you want to take me against this wall or throw me on your bed before you ravish me and plant your seed deep in my womb?” she asked, her voice thick with lust and desire.

“Y… yeah,” I stammered out, the images she’d planted in my head very appealing.

“My dear Bear,” she purred, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning down to whisper into my ear. “That’s exactly why I hoped Hyacinth’s Coven hadn’t worn you out. But, unfortunately, the wall will have to wait. I have something special in mind with Taylor that calls for that delightful feature you and Lana discovered.”

By this point, I’m surprised that my pants hadn't torn from how hard I was. So, curious as to what she had in mind, I followed the former Dark Councilor as she led me to whatever room she’d planned on using for this special something. I wasn’t able to pay attention to which room, not with the way her skirt hugged and drew attention to her ass, along with the peeks at her firm, muscular thighs as she walked. Whoever first came up with the idea of high heels was a fucking genius.

Finally, we stopped outside a bedroom door and Nikhol turned around, her skirt whirling up into the air as she did, making me want to duck down in hopes of catching a glimpse of what she had under it. Instead she put her hand on my chest and said, “Might I borrow your ‘phone’? We’ll call you in when everything’s perfect.”

At this point, I was close to saying yes to damn near anything, so I pulled the smartphone out and placed it in her hand. She gave me a salacious grin before leaving with a single phrase, “My safeword’s Vitiate.”

[center]<<Taylor Hebert>>[/center]

Nikhol entered the master bedroom with Bear’s phone in hand, and a lustful grin on her face, making me swallow slightly nervously as she fiddled with it, “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“From what Lana told me, it is quite intuitive and any changes can be reset with the push of a single button,” she answered as she brought her finger to the screen and slid it down.

Before my eyes, I watched as Nikhol seemed to rapidly age backwards, her clothes shrinking to fit her smaller form. After a mere thirty seconds, Nikhol stood there and took in her youthened form.

“By the Force, I’d forgotten what not having tits feels like, my chest feels so light!” the newly prepubescent Nikhol said as she pressed her hands against her chest.

I felt a muscle next to my eye twitch, before I cleared my throat to get the approximately ten year old Sith’s attention, “When you suggested family roleplay, I wasn’t expecting you to make yourself that young.”

“Oh trust me, I’m not planning on getting fucked while this young,” Nikhol cheerfully quipped. “I just wanted to see how far back it could go. It seems that ten’s the cut off point. Probably for the best, I don’t want to have to try to fix my age while in a baby’s body. Remind me later to see if altered age affects my Force abilities.”

“Sure,” I readily agreed as she took the phone and aged herself up a bit. When she stopped, I stood up from where I’d been sitting on the bed and took the phone from her. The controls were slightly different than the ones I was familiar with, but it was similar enough to the one that Lisa had all but forced on me back on Bet.

Pulling up my screen, I easily found the age slider. But, more importantly, there was a subcategory labeled ‘Period’. Selecting that, I ignored the Intensity slider and hit the Pause button. I didn’t feel any different, but if it worked the way I was hoping then this alone was worth getting taken from Brockton Bay.

I went back to the main screen and started to slide the age meter up. From sixteen to twenty nine, I felt myself shoot up (another six inches to a total of six feet, according to the height listing on the screen), but what an annoyingly vocal part of me had been hoping for didn’t grow as much as I wanted. Even at almost thirty, I was still practically flat as a board!

With an annoyed growl, I selected my chest and started to increase the size. My breasts swelled as I hit the upper limit of what it allowed, and for the first time in my life, I actually had breasts. According to the phone, I now had a 30C cup. Smiling, out of curiosity I switched to Nikhol’s screen, and immediately frowned.

Leveling an annoyed glare at Nikhol, with Sith idly bouncing on her toes, I flatly said, “I hate you so much right now. I’m at the biggest this stupid thing will let me go, you’re physically fifteen, and you still have bigger breasts than I do!”

Nikhol blinked in surprise, before matching my glare with a deadpan expression, “Taylor, do you have any idea how much back pain I’ve had to deal with because of these?” She cupped her breasts as she spoke. “To say nothing of the trouble they caused me when I was still a slave and trying to work around them, or fending off unwanted attention from other slaves or the overseers. The best part of being sent to Korriban wasn’t the fact I was no longer a slave, it was being taught how to use the Force to accommodate these two massive bags making me more top heavy than a one legged terentatek.”

I was quiet for a moment, before shoving my jealousy into a wasp nest three houses down and saying, “I don’t know what a terentatek is, but I see your point. Anyway, shall we call Bear in? Actually, before that, how did you get Sirius to let us use the master bedroom?”

Nikhol grinned, “I simply asked, and I might have told him that if he tried to spy on us I’d show him a few techniques some Sith showed me for using the Force to neuter livestock.”

I didn’t fight the giggle that came out from that. It certainly sounded like her, and part of me wished that I’d been there to see it.