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All for Nona - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2021-04-25 02:53:55 +0000 UTC10. Size Queen
Jaylee knew she was in trouble now. She? When did she start thinking of herself as a woman? Or as Jaylee, for that matter? The last thing she clearly remembered was having an argument with Porter at the Unicorn’s office. She had just finished an impossible blow job on the horse man’s weird but yummy cock (Ugh! That thing was almost lethal – stop thinking about how delicious it was!). They were going to turn back to normal. But Porter was mad, and he…what did he say? Something about making Jaylee more like him.
“Uh-oh, are we losing you again, dear?” asked the black leather clad vixen sitting next to Jaylee.
“Nuh-uh!” said Jaylee. “I’m fine, um…Ms. Royal.”
The woman gave a frightening stare. Jaylee looked away in fear that the she might get hypnotized by those dark, piercing eyes. The rest of the studio was nearly empty. All the other customers were gone and most of the employees, too. Only Boo, the beehived owner, and the sailor-suited receptionist were in sight. Then the door chimes jingled. Jaylee’s heart sank when three of Ms. Royal’s freaky Rubber Men entered. Like their boss, they were armed with magic water pistols.
Jaylee gave one of her firm C cups a thoughtful squeeze. Before she got splashed by one of those pistols she was just a man in drag. Now she was a perfectly proportioned shemale made up to look like a sex doll. She had to get out of here before they did something else to her. Maybe there was a back way out?
“Um, c-can I go to the bathroom, please?” said Jaylee, fluttering her comically long eyelashes.
“Number one or number two?” asked Ms. Royal with a wicked smile.
Jaylee remembered what one of the Rubber guns did to the college girls in the diner. Her captor’s finger caressed the handle of her pistol like a gunfighter with A.D.D. Jaylee did not relish the idea of spending the rest of her life in diapers. With slumped shoulders and a sheepish smile she shook her head side to side.
“I can hold it.”
“Very well,” said Ms. Royal. The sound of her fingers wrapping on her pistol made Jaylee shiver. “Then let’s begin. I have a few questions for you, starting with where you entered the Nonagon.”
Fear turned into outright panic. There was no doubt that Ms. Royal was one of the most powerful beings in this bizarre world. Whether or not she had her own magic powers was anybody’s guess, but it was obvious that she was a dominating authority figure. Her control over the Rubbers was enough to frighten most of the normal citizens (Normal? Was there such a thing here?). What would Royal do if she found out that Jaylee accidentally broke into her house?
“Uh, do you mind if I stand up?” asked Jaylee. “I think my butt’s asleep.”
She scooched off the chair and delicately touched her high heeled feet to the tiled floor. Ms. Royal watched with an amused expression. Jaylee gently stomped her feet in a mock effort to get her blood flowing. Then she realized that her butt actually was a little numb after sleeping in the chair, so she gave her round cheeks a pinch. She followed up with a casual stretch and took a few nonchalant steps towards the door. The Rubber Men stood ten feet away. If she ran now, she might get past them before anyone could draw their water guns.
“That’s far enough, girl,” said Ms. Royal. “Have a seat.”
“B-but…” Jaylee stalled. Something in Ms. Royal’s voice told her that running now would be a mistake.
“Butt?” said Ms. Royal. “That might be just the thing for you.”
In one swift motion the crowned captor slid her pistol out, turned a dial on its side, and fired at Jaylee, who instinctively turned away. The liquid splashed the small of her back and quickly soaked through her thin dress. In the next terrifying second, Jaylee stumbled, with almost no control of her lower body. Could this be the dreaded pee ray? Her knees knocked together as her hips and ass felt like they were filling up with jelly. A terrible crackling noise told her that her dress was ripping apart. Finally, unable to keep her balance any longer, she tumbled forward.
Just before she hit the ground Jaylee found herself wrapped up in two pairs of purple arms. The Rubbers turned her around and dragged her back to the barber chair. Her reflection in the wall mirrors revealed her latest transformation.
“My ass! Nooo!” she gasped. “I-it’s…enormous!”
The bulbous expanse projecting from Jaylee’s backside was, indeed, just that. Her ass stuck out a foot further than it used to with beach ball sized buns. Her hips and thighs were equally inflated. To say that Jaylee had a big booty would be an understatement. Her ass had its own gravity.
After lifting her over the chair the Rubbers had to push the thicc shemale down by her shoulders to get her hefty backside to squeeze through its arms. Once seated, her prodigious posterior wedged her into place. Defeated, she stared at her reflection. Slutty makeup, big hair, ridiculous nails, pert tits, and now a humongous ass – she looked like the definition of a bimbo. Then she remembered exactly what Porter said; “I wish you were even more of a dumb bimbo than you looked!” Well, she certainly looked the part now. Was that why she could think clearly again? When she looked “normal” she acted like a brainless slut, but the sluttier she looked, the more normal she could act?
“Comfy, dear?” asked Ms. Royal. “Of course you are, you’ve got such a nice, big, squishy cushion now! So, unless you’d like a matching pair of tits, I suggest you start behaving. Or not.”
Bigger titties might be nice. No! What was Jaylee thinking? Even with her normal intelligence it was hard to suppress the bimbo thoughts.
“Okay, you got me,” said Jaylee. “What do you want?”
“I already know that your little friend entered this world right here, in this salon,” said Ms. Royal. “Now, tell me where you entered.”
“Alright,” said Jaylee. “I’ll tell you, but can I ask why?”
It was risky to try questioning the questioner, but Jaylee needed to stall until she could think of a way out. Besides, the more she knew about this woman the better her chances were. Ms. Royal gave another amused smile.
“Boo, would you be so kind as to give us the room?” said Ms. Royal with a wave.
The petite, full-bosomed stylist nodded and shuffled into the back room with her employee.
“You know, I don’t often get a chance to really speak my mind,” Ms. Royal told Jaylee. “But this is one of the rare chances I get to open up without concern. You see, I’m going to be a true queen. It’s just a matter of time.”
Jaylee was not sure why this frightening woman was suddenly cozying up to her, but she was sure it was not a good thing.
“Everyone who comes to this world is trapped here, even me. The only exception is Nona. She comes and goes as she pleases, and she wields supreme power. When she’s not around, I rule in her place, and when she is I’m her chief executive. It’s the best position in the realm (and I’ve tried quite a few positions!) But I want more. I don’t care about my old life on Earth, but I don’t like being trapped, even if it is in a sexual paradise.”
Some paradise! thought Jaylee as she tried to ease the pressure that her newly thickened thighs put on her balls.
“What does this have to do with me?” she asked.
“I’ve been tracking new arrivals for weeks,” said Ms. Royal. “I believe there is a pattern to where the doors open, and with one more set of coordinates I will be able to predict where the next ones will appear. You see, when a portal to this world opens it is not just one way. Someone from this side can also go back to Earth.”
“But you said you don’t care about Earth – why go back?”
Ms. Royal’s eyes opened wide. A shiver ran down Jaylee’s spine.
“Ah,” said Ms. Royal, “that’s just it! I didn’t care about my old normal life, but when I return with the power I have here, I will rule! I can be a queen, a goddess!”
In true super villain fashion, Ms. Royal wickedly chuckled while stroking her magic water pistol like it was a fluffy white cat. When she finally stood up, Jaylee was trembling so much with fear that the mountains of fat on her ass quivered. She tried to push herself out of the seat, but her butt was stuck fast. Ms. Royal played with the dial on her pistol in a way that told Jaylee that the end was near.
“You know, my gun isn’t like my slaves’,” said Ms. Royal. “They each get one transformation setting. Mine has all nine.”
“N-nine?” said Jaylee.
“Oh, yes. There’s the four state changes. You know, tits, ass, dick and muscle. They’re my favorites. Then there’s the three un-control settings.”
“U-u-un-control?” Jaylee’s teeth were chattering now.
“Uncontrollable libido,” said Ms. Royal, “uncontrollable bladder, and loss of will. I’d have used that last one on you already, but it has the unfortunate side effect of rendering the victim speechless.”
Jaylee glanced at the purple Rubber men and gulped.
“Ha-ha! Yes, you understand!” said Ms. Royal. “My “men” have all been on the receiving end of that one.”
“W-what about the last two settings?” asked Jaylee.
“Purely cosmetic,” said Ms. Royal. “There’s furry, which is always exciting since the kind of animal traits a person gets are based on their personality, so you never quite know what will happen. And then there’s the final setting.”
Jaylee gulped.
“Rubber,” said Ms. Royal. “Did you think my slaves merely wore those outfits? No, they live in them. And you’ll be wearing one, too, if you stall another second.”
“O-okay,” said Jaylee. “The night I arrived here I appeared in someone’s house.”
One of Ms. Royal’s hands squeezed the arm of Jaylee’s chair while the other anxiously scratched her chin with her pistol.
“Whose house? If you don’t know the address you’d better describe it down to the last detail!”
“Alright!” said Jaylee. “B-but, you promise not to make me one of…of them?”
She nodded her head towards the Rubbers. Ms. Royal’s eyes blazed and once again Jaylee knew it was a mistake to ask her for anything. Without another word the wicked woman twisted the knob on her pistol and blasted a spray directly into Jaylee’s chest.
She screamed.
For a timeless moment the young shemale was half crazy with fear and uncertainty. She had already undergone so much, but not knowing what terrible thing was going to happen next made her mind go white with panic. Would she lose her mind or her bowel control? Would she become some kind of animal, or worse, a rubberized slave?
An instant later, the transformation was revealed as the top of her dress tore apart to expose her newly grown GG cup breasts.
“What a nice, fat pair of milk sacks!” said Ms. Royal. “Hmm. You know what? Maybe they need to be a little bigger?”
“N-no!” screamed Jaylee. “No, please, don’t!”
She protectively wrapped her arms around her mammoth, jiggling, masses of titflesh. Tears burst from her eyes and she heaved in deep, mournful moans. Each sob made her mountainous, cocoa-colored breasts quiver. Every sigh made her colossal ass cheeks ripple. Fear and the constant involuntary movement of her body parts only made her cry harder.
“You’re about a G or an H cup now,” said Ms. Royal. “Tell me where you arrived or we’ll continue our way up the alphabet.”
She aimed the pistol at Jaylee’s exposed mammaries. The over-inflated bimbo desperately fought back her tears so she could speak.
“It was…it was…,” she gasped out between sobs, “your house!”
With an eyebrow raised, the black leather beauty put away her pistol.
“Really?” she said. “Which room?”
“The buh-bath…bathroom,” said Jaylee. She had to bite her lip to stop sobbing now. “T-the m-master bath.”
“I see,” said Ms. Royal. “And this was Friday night? How did you get out without getting caught in my boobytraps? Ah, the shoemaker! Ugh helped you sneak out, didn’t he?”
Jaylee stared at her reflection and took a deep, stuttering breath. She was still horrified by the caricature of feminine beauty that she saw. There was some small comfort in the fact that her transformations seemed to slightly strengthen her back and leg muscles, so the added 6 pounds per 40GG breast and 15 pounds added to each ass cheek and thigh did not have her permanently slumped over.
Jaylee raised an eyebrow. How did she know the exact weight of her additions?
Ms. Royal shook her pistol threateningly.
“Oh, uh, sorry!” said Jaylee. “Yes, the, uh, there was a fat man there. I snuck out right after he left.”
“So Ugh didn’t help you?” said Ms. Royal.
“Uh, not exactly,” Jaylee lied, “I just got out after the Rubber butler let him out.”
Now that she began to calm down, Jaylee noticed more about her captor. She had the bone structure and vague facial lines of a thirty-eight year old, but her flawless makeup and fit body made her look ten years younger. Her left eyelid fluttered very slightly, which could be a sign that she did not believe Jaylee.
Where were these sudden insights coming from?
“I see,” said Ms. Royal. Then she called out to her servants. “You three! Go find the shoemaker Ugh and bring him here. I want to question him.”
The witch was sending away her slaves? That could only be bad news for Jaylee. Based on her behavior so far, Ms. Royal was about to blast her again, unless she thought of something quickly!
“Did you know that I went to the Unicorn?” she blurted out.
“What?”
“Before I came here I got a wish from the Unicorn,” said Jaylee.
Ms. Royal ignored the big breasted shemale and adjusted the settings on her pistol. Jaylee’s mind raced, trying to think of an escape. In fact, she was thinking so fast that the world seemed to move just a little slower. She glanced at her bimbofied reflection. The wish must be the answer! She went from being a normal looking but mindless shemale to the perfect image of a sexualized bimbo doll with an enhanced, hyper-intelligent brain!
“Don’t you want to know what I wished for?” Jaylee asked.
“Not particularly,” said Ms. Royal. “As a matter of fact, I think it’s time you stopped talking completely.”
Her lips curled into an evil smile as she raised her pistol once more.
