Occult Classic C1 Rough

Occult Classic

The summoning circle was drawn, the lines inscribed in chalk with careful precision. At specific points, candles were lit. Those were more for ambiance. The most important thing was the slowly smoldering incense in the center of the circle. It filled the cramped room with a heady aroma, like musty spice and something else that set anyone who smelled it instantly at unease. The smoke that wafted from it didn’t disperse like normal, instead it collected, gathering at a low height in the circle.

Outside the circle, a tall young woman with dark hair and glasses, clad in a dark dress, glanced down at her tablet as she followed the instructions she had devised to the letter. Ancient tomes were fragile, tablets also meant she could store a veritable library for cross reference in case anything went wrong with the summoning. There were words, to be sure, but the most important element was the incense.

Lisa, with her love of all things strange and occult, had procured it ages ago but had only recently become aware of what it was. People always fantasized about summoning demons and spirits, but here she was actually doing it to grant her wish. The main reason the average person couldn’t do this wasn’t for a lack of spells and inscriptions, most worked to some degree, but that spirits and demons had to be willing to be summoned.

Ages past, the demons and spirits that had been willing to offer their services to man had provided them with tokens. These were the items most important to summoning, and most were lost with time, or abused by those they had been given to till they were their undoing. The circle merely aligned the worlds so they could communicate and do business, the incense was the key between those worlds.

Much to Lisa’s surprise and delight it was working! She steeled herself as the smokey vapor coalesced and began to take vague shapes somehow both familiar and yet unidentifiable, as if the force manipulating it wanted to toy with her.

Well, she promised herself, she would make sure she was not easy to toy with!

Some part of her ignored the fact that whatever she would be dealing with was immeasurably ancient and filled with otherworldly powers.

Lisa swallowed and a chill ran up her spine as she prepared to speak to the thing. She shifted uncomfortably for a moment before taking a deep breath and speaking.

“I have summoned you here to grant my wish.”

Smooth. Polite too.

The smokey cloud did not reply. A few minutes trickled by and Lisa was getting nervous. Did she do something wrong?

She began to check her tablet to review the steps in the process when she heard it, the low, mirthful chuckle of someone gaining amusement at her expense. She was very familiar with that noise.

“Who’s there?!” Lisa demanded as she looked around.

“Oh please, who else could be here but me.” The Cloud murmured.

Lisa was speechless now. It had actually worked. Somehow, deep in the recesses of her mind, she had doubted it. But it had worked.

“You were quite vocal a moment ago but now you’ve lost your tongue. Pray tell me for what sort of foolish wish you have demanded my attention.” The Cloud said, both derisive and terribly amused at the same time. “It has been simply ages since one such as yourself has had such a meeting with myself.”

“It... it’s about love!” Lisa blurted out. The time for subtlety and verbal sparring was past. She had long since lost that fight.

“Love?” The voice sounded both a little surprised, and disappointed. “Child, you have summoned me here to make someone fall in love with you? How dreadfully disappointing. I hold no power over the minds of men, and even if I did, I wouldn’t-”

“No! That’s not it!” Lisa interjected. The Cloud was silent, so Lisa continued. “That’s not it at all. I just... I cannot...”

“Yes? I do tire of this.” The Cloud told the distressed woman.

“I want him to fall in love with me if we can but before that... I have to be able to love him and... while I really, really like him for who he is I just don’t... find... him attractive... I like girls.” Lisa’s voice dropped lower and lower till it was finally a whisper at the end.

“I beg your pardon child, might you mind repeating that?” If it could, the Cloud would have been smirking.

“I like girls,” Lisa said hotly. “I can’t love him as things are now. It’s not fair! I just wish that I could love him in spirit and in body!”

“Oh, what a wonderful wish.” The Cloud snatched it up like a child taking a cookie. “I think I like that one.”

Lisa’s hope doomed her. “Really?! You’ll help?”

The Cloud almost felt a moment of shame. Almost.

“Oh yes my dear I think I know exactly how to solve this problem. All things should be fine tomorrow. Now tell me, what is the name of this boy you are not able to love entirely?”

Lisa was excited now, things were working!

“Well you see, his name is...”[Current name: Finley. Alternate names: Tracy, Robin, Francis, Selby, Kayden, Ash, Terry, Dana, ]

Finley woke with a headache, a sore back, and come to think of it everything hurt. It felt like the mother of all hangovers except he hadn’t had anything to drink the night before and he had even gone to bed early. His chest felt heavy, like it was hard to breathe, and his eyes were blurry. Something shifted in front of his face, like he had been caught in a spiderweb, and the man got up on unsteady feet and tried to clear his vision.

He stumbled, shirtless, to the bathroom he shared with his roommate, whom he mumbled a garbled “morning” to as he slid past them. It was hard to move by them as they suddenly seized up stiff. Finley felt awful and he wanted nothing more than to get a hot shower, some aspirin and some bacon.

The young man blinked blindly as the light came on in the bathroom and stumbled over to the toilet to relieve himself, slumping on the seat to give himself some respite. As he began to relax and give himself some release, he finally looked down and took note of himself, wondering why the hell he hurt so much.

What greeted him were a pair of large, massive from his perspective, tits. He could barely see his stomach over them. He was also suddenly, starkly aware of the sensation of urine departing from a location that it never had left from before.

Finley could only sit in shocked silence as his new anatomy did its business, leaving him damp in a place that had never existed before. He fumbled for tissue to wipe himself clumsily and got up, slowly, shaking hands steadying himself on the vanity as he stood up.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror, bare naked from the waist up and a pair of shorts loosely clad over a wide pair of hips and as he twisted a booty some might call “juicy”. His tits were huge, not grotesquely so but enough that men, and some women, would pause to appreciate them. Long hair fell off his head in a mess of auburn waves, and he could make out blue eyes from between the strands, a far cry from his straight blonde hair and brown eyes.

Finley had also shrunk, he could barely reach the top shelf of the medicine cabinet on his tiptoes where before he hadn’t even had to lean.

The shock was beginning to wear off and Finley found himself beginning to breathe faster and faster, threatening to hyperventilate as the weight of the situation pressed in on him. This was impossible, he thought. Utterly impossible!

Yet here he was, some midget bombshell staring back at himself dumbfounded in a mirror. Chest heaving, tits swaying with each movement.

Finley gripped the vanity with shaking hands to steady himself, he began to feel sick and leaned forward, tipping his head away from the face in the mirror. He was afraid to speak, afraid of what he might hear.

A soft knock on the bathroom door brought him back to his senses.

“Hey...” A soft voice called. Lisa, his roommate, sounded concerned. “Finley is that you?”

With surprise on his face Finley swept the door open violently, his tits shaking violently. Lisa was shocked and a bit embarrassed to find them captivating.

“How could you...?” Finley asked, shocked that Lisa would make such an assumption. Then he swallowed as he finally heard his voice for the first time. It sounded soft, musical even. A harsh contrast to the gruff and masculine voice he had prior.

“Uh.. My... magical intuition?” Lisa offered lamely. Her face looked pale, like all the blood had drained away, and her expression made it seem like she felt nauseous.

Finley wasn’t in the mood to think it over too much, just glad he wouldn’t have to try to explain something like this rationally to someone. It also meant he could speak less, since every time he heard his voice now it sent shivers up his spine. It was too surreal.

Lisa tentatively reached out and touched Finley’s shoulder, who flinched away from the contact. Even his skin felt different. Lisa blushed and turned her eyes away from Finley’s exposed breasts.

“Hey uh... we might want to get you something to wear,” Lisa suggested.

Finley nodded numbly, aware of the cool air wreaking havoc on her pink nipples. She walked back to her room and dug into her dresser, Lisa a step behind her.

“What the fuck,” Finley found himself saying, as he pulled more and more women’s clothing out of his dresser. Clothing that simply hadn’t existed prior.

Behind Finley, Lisa’s eyes were transfixed on the smaller woman’s form. Lisa tried to speak a few times but couldn’t get the words out as Finley tore through the clothing to find something, anything, that seemed familiar to his eyes.

Finally he settled on a sweatshirt from high school he still had. He pulled the hoodie over his head, glad to have something that would obscure his form, but he was disappointed to find even the bulky clothing was tight against his body and his breasts jutted out proudly.

“Ugh...” Finley pulled a face but decided this was good enough for now. It did seem like it might have fit better at one point, but was now maybe a size too small. An annoying contrast to Finley’s male life where he had in fact lost weight since high school, it seemed this woman had put some on.

He turned around to look at Lisa who was looking overwhelmed, and Finley sympathized.

“Yeah, I know this is a lot. I’m just glad you believe me,” Finley finally said after a few moments silence between them. He didn’t know what he would have done if Lisa hadn’t believed him so readily. But then he knew her pretty well as roommates, and knew that if anyone was going to believe him and help him, it was her.

“Yeah... You’re welcome,” Lisa replied meekly, looking at Finley’s now brilliantly blue eyes before breaking gaze.

He couldn’t blame her, it was hard enough for him to take, it must almost be as awkward for her.

“So um...” They both started at the same time, then were silent. Neither knew what to say, neither knew how to approach this situation.

Finally, it was Lisa who broke the silence.

“I... I will do anything I can to help you!” She declared, looking more worked up than Finley had ever seen her. “I promise I’ll look for a way to fix this and I’ll help you with anything else I can until then! You aren’t alone!”

As if she realized how dramatic her outburst was, Lisa looked down with her cheeks burning. But for the first time that morning Finley felt like he could smile.

The young woman who was Finley stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Lisa’s waist suddenly. She was suddenly very consciously aware of the fact that where she had prior been some inches taller than Lisa, the opposite was now true. She ignored that though, and squeezed in close, unknowingly pressing her breasts into a woman who was quite smitten with them already.

“Thank you Lisa, that means a lot. I know that if anyone could help me with whatever insanity is going on, it’d be you,” Finley said.

Lisa couldn’t look down, she only began to cry and wrapped her arms around the shorter woman. Finley was instantly aware of the fact that he was now wrapped up in someone else’s arms for first time in a very long time in his life, but he had to admit, it felt pretty nice.

“So uh... can you help me get dressed?” Finley asked hopefully.