It's STILL a GOOD Life

-by Alvo Torelli, August, 2020

(mF, mg, horror)

Forward: This is a sequel to the classic horror story "It's a GOOD life" by Jerome Bixby. Bixby's story was written in 1953 and became the basis of a Twilight Zone episode of the same name - one of the most well-known episode of the Twilight Zone. (You know: the one where the boy 'thinks things out into the cornfield.') In the Bixby story, the monster - Anthony Fremont - is just three years old. (His age was changed to six in the Twilight Zone episode.) Anthony has god-like mind powers combined with the understanding and ego of a toddler. He is one of the great monsters of literature.

Here, we fast forward, imagining a thirteen-year-old Anthony Fremont - still completely controlling his world and everyone in it - but now a petulant, uneducated adolescent whose body swirls with new hormones while his mind swirls with new observations and desires.

It’s STILL a GOOD Life

Aunt Amy rocked on the porch in the high-backed rocker, fanning herself, as she always did when Anthony sat on the lawn playing with the woodland creatures he so liked to "help." Bill Soames dismounted his bicycle out on the hot, dusty road and tried hard not to look at the incredibly attractive, almost nude woman that he knew must be Amy. The body she wore today was stunning! He tried even harder not to think about her. Anthony didn't like it when he heard people thinking about his Aunt Amy and her oft-changing but always mouth-watering body. At least one man had paid the price.

Bill lifted the box of groceries out of the basket of his bicycle and silently recited the prime numbers he'd agonizingly memorized. He was up to one thousand one hundred and fifty one now, a feat he was proud of - although he was careful not to let his pride interrupt his thoughts. You never knew how Anthony might react to someone else's accomplishments. He might choose to help you get even better at something - usually with disastrous results. But if he thought your pride was at his expense... well, that could be worse. At least Bill had a new box to carry the groceries in - a fancy crate made of bright plastic, who knew you could make such a thing! There were so many new things since Anthony had expanded their world, bringing back half a county. It sure was too bad none of the cars or trucks worked, and the time dislocation was still eerily disorienting, but Bill was careful not to think about that.

Anthony played on the lawn with half a dozen rats. One of the rats was a girl rat. It wasn't easy to tell girl rats from boy rats from the small, simple thoughts that rats had - the rats didn't think of themselves as girls or boys, they were just rats. But when the girl rat smelled right, the boy rats noticed. Anthony had made this girl rat smell right, the most arousing-smelling and sexually-delicious girl rat smell a boy rat had ever thought it smelled. The five boy rats were all crazy to get at her, but Anthony had ahold of them with his mind and he was only letting one of the boy rats fuck the girl rat at a time. There were already three dead boy rats from when he'd let all three try to fuck her at once - and he'd had to send their mutilated, torn bodies to the cornfield - or what had once been the cornfield.

The word 'fuck' was interesting and fun. It made the people from Anthony's town, Peaksville, Ohio, the ones who were left, cringe when he said it. Some of the new people didn't cringe, some of them did. He'd learned the word from one of them - but that man didn't talk any more, except maybe to himself.

Bill Soames hurried past Anthony and left the box of groceries on the front step, careful not to look at Aunt Amy or steal a glance at the rats on the lawn - although even from the corner of his eye it looked like one of the rats was dragging a truly enormous cock towards another rat who cowered in fear. Look away! Two hundred fifty-one! Two hundred fifty-seven! He could actually hear one of the rats scream. "Everythin' you wanted, Miss Amy," he said automatically. Two hundred sixty-three.

"Oh fine, William," Amy Fremont said in her sultry, siren voice, a voice that couldn't be ignored. "My, ain't it terrible hot today?"

Bill stiffened, trying not to look in Amy's direction. No man could resist that seductive voice. The body changed, but the voice was always the same now. "Oh, don't say that, Miss Amy..." he said, desperately trying not to look at Amy's gorgeous blue eyes, afraid of her voluptuous, irresistible body. Two hundred sixty-nine. "Two hundred seventy..." he mumbled.

Aunt Amy got up from the rocking chair and came across the porch, making it impossible for Bill not to take in her incredible form. As she knelt right in front of him, he easily recognized her as a duplicate of a young centerfold named Kimberly Stanfield from that bizarre magazine called Playboy. Bill still couldn't understand how there could be glossy magazines filled with naked women that were sold openly - it just wasn't right. But then he didn't mind looking at the magazines from time to time, especially now that Mrs. Soames was gone, rest her soul. A couple dozen of the magazines found in one of the new houses were prized items that the men shared amongst themselves. Amy wore a full length, gauzy blue transparent housecoat that draped gently off her shoulders, tied in the front, and opened up to perfectly frame her magnificent, youthful breasts and neatly trimmed pubic hair. Even as he noticed the heart-shaped pink barrette that held back her long yellow-blonde hair, she languorously lifted that hair onto the top of her head and smiled at him with her thick, red lips and perfect white teeth. She arched her back just so, pressing her mouth-watering breasts outward. From the tips of her pink high-heeled sandals to the top of her blonde hair she was every adolescent boy's picture of feminine perfection - at least Little Anthony Fremont's picture of perfection.

Bill remembered Amy Fremont from before Anthony had changed his aunt again. For the past ten years she'd been a plain woman, sweet but dulled-eyed from something Anthony did to her when he was hardly three years old. They'd all quietly wondered if Anthony would ever undo what he'd done to Aunt Amy's mind all those years ago. But they'd never imagined this - how could they? None of them had ever before seen a girlie magazine, with its airbrushed, shameless hussies. But where had Anthony come up with the sultry come-fuck-me voice?

"Land alive, William," Aunt Amy said, "you don't have to mumble like that." She might as well have said, 'gosh, Bill, I could really use a hard, strong man right now.'

Anthony glared at the grocery man from the lawn. Bill tried to smile back at him. Oh damn! He'd lost his place - he still couldn't start in the middle of the sequence. Two. Three. Five. Seven... A bead of sweat rolled down his back. Anthony went back to studying the way the rat with the huge phallus was trying to sex the bleeding girl rat.

Eleven. Thirteen. Seventeen...Bill Soames walked back to his bicycle with a painful erection in his trousers.

"We'll see you tonight, William," Aunt Amy called after him. The way she said 'William' made his cock nearly explode.

As Bill mounted his bike a brief eruption of lust bubbled up past his prime numbers. God, it was so hard to be careful around Aunt Amy. He shouldn't have thought that!

Anthony caught the guilty lust for his luscious Aunt and that was a bad thought. Anthony blinked and snapped a small, dark thought at Bill Soames - just a small one because he typically liked Bill, but Bill shouldn't think those things around Aunt Amy.

Bill knew at once his thoughts had been heard by the unpredictable adolescent boy - for Bill was suddenly nude, his painful erection pointing straight out from his body, and the seat of his bicycle had vanished, leaving only the cold steel seat post. Bill's painful, terrified wail drifted back across the summer-like heat as he pedaled away, bouncing up and down on the seat post that raped his tender anus, unable to stop.

The girl rat had died, nearly exploding from the size of the phallus rammed up inside of her. Anthony thought all the rats out into a grave in the former cornfield - as he'd done with all the things he killed ever since he was little - and went on around the house, already unzipping his worn jeans.

Aunt Amy slowly unpacked the groceries in the kitchen. She was puzzled by the bright packaging and unfamiliar items, but she dutifully put things in their place on shelves or in the icebox. Two bottles of something called Mountain Dew, Anthony's new favorite, went into the icebox. He liked it cold, and so the icebox was always cold now. There were even two cans of Campbell's Soup to put on the shelf. She hadn't had canned soup for ever so long - she thought - but she wasn't sure. Wasn't the crate with the groceries supposed to say Campbell's Soup? But it was just blue. And how was she supposed to open this round, clear container of cookies to put them in the cookie jar?

"William brought the groceries," Aunt Amy said as Mom came into the kitchen and gently took the package of cookies from her hands.

"That's good, that's just fine," Mom said. She kept a careful smile on her face as she pulled scissors from the drawer to cut through the unfamiliar plastic container and free the cookies to go into the cookie jar. "It's good to have cookies. Cookies are fine," she murmured. People still said "Oh, fine," or "That's good," nearly all the time in Peaksville. Even the new people knew they should say it as they tried not to think real thoughts - even when bad things were happening. No matter how bad - everything was "good." You didn't want Anthony hearing your thoughts, or who knew what might happen, especially now.

"I don't understand some of these things," Aunt Amy said. Her smile was gorgeous. "Some of these things are new."

"It's good that you don't understand, Amy," Mom replied. She worked hard to keep her thoughts away from how unfair it was that her middle-aged sister in law looked like a nineteen-year-old beauty queen, with perfect hair and perfect skin and perfect breasts - even if she did have to walk around naked all the time. "It's good that you're so pretty, that's all. You don't need to understand, Amy. It's just fine, real fine."

"Tonight's television night," said Aunt Amy. "I'm glad. I look forward to it every week. I wonder what we'll see tonight? Oh, here's a magazine William brought you," she said, placing a bright magazine on the counter before she carried the plastic crate to its special place in the corner, where Bill Soames would collect it next time he came.

"Did Bill bring the roast?" asked Mom. She leafed through the startling copy of Good Housekeeping. Just the date, April 2003, gave her the shivers. When did they start putting real women on the cover and who was Meg Ryan? Why was it all about fashion instead of keeping a nice house? With all its bright pictures of strange people, homes, foods, she lost herself for a moment. "Amy? Did Bill...?" But Anthony had thought Aunt Amy somewhere else, probably down to his little glade, or maybe down into the basement. Mom shuddered. Poor Amy. With her new magazine, she headed to the back porch to sit in the shade for a spell before she needed to start cooking. It was good that it was so hot, she thought to herself automatically. It was just fine.

How Anthony could read, no one from Peaksville could understand, for no one had ever dared to try to teach Anthony anything. Not reading, not writing, especially not arithmetic - since mumbling numbers and equations in your head was the best way to keep Anthony out. Mr. Sipich had memorized the whole proof of the Pythagorean Theorem! But most of them just tried to think about the quadratic equation or memorize square roots or that odd pi number. No one had taught Anthony about manners or sports or morals or love or hate or boys and girls, and especially not the birds and the bees - since Anthony was a very curious boy by nature and his curiosity was a dangerous, dangerous thing. When Anthony found a stash of magazines, about a week after he brought back more of the city, he wanted to learn more about the smooth, curvy, naked women in them. He wanted to understand why they made him feel the way he did - kind of itchy and twitchy. He needed to be able to read the little squiggles on the pages - and so he could.

Over in a grove of shadowy green trees, past the mostly empty parking lot and strip mall that used to be the cornfield - Anthony and everyone else still thought of it as the cornfield - Anthony sat comfortably in the cool glade he'd thought for himself. Water trickled pleasantly into the pool where the animals came to drink. In the distance, past the husks of the few mangled cars, if he stood on the rock over by the pool, he could just make out mom's carefully tended garden. But Anthony was more interested in the latest magazine he'd just retrieved from one of the dark stores at the empty strip mall. There were lots of magazines in the store, but he only brought out one at a time and only the ones from the front rack. The things farther back in the store frightened him. Usually he just got rid of things that frightened him with a simple thought - but as Anthony got older he realized that not everything frightening or confusing was bad. The first Playboy he'd found had been frightening - but now he knew better.

He opened the Playboy. June 2003. Anthony didn't understand dates - he had no need for them. He didn't know he'd been born in 1950. He didn't know the people of Peaksville thought of him as thirteen - just recently a teenager. He didn't know how confusing it was for them to suddenly have more city appear around them when his bored mind pushed back the nothingness by a mile or so, only to find that the new parts of town were from the year 2003, not 1963. None of that meant anything to Anthony. He just liked what he'd discovered in the Playboys he'd found in the 'adult store' at the edge of the strip mall. "Playmate of the year" meant nothing to him, since Anthony didn't know what a year was. There were no seasons in Anthony's world, just Anthony's moods. But he knew he liked the sexy dark-eyed, dark-skinned woman who was given the title. He just didn't understand why. Why did she make his cock hard? She made him think about that word, fuck, even though he still didn't know what it meant - maybe he should figure that out - maybe some of the stuff deeper in the store would tell him. No, that was frightening. Later, maybe. The woman looked so soft and smooth. The curvy brunette's image almost induced him to think Aunt Amy to his special place so she could help him with his itchy, twitchy problem. But he turned a few more pages and suddenly forgot all about the brunette. His cock suddenly ached as the beautiful centerfold, Tailor James, unfurled before his adolescent eyes.

Aunt Amy blinked as she appeared in Anthony's cool, damp glade, laying on her side on a dark blanket, propped up on one arm. It was no longer quite so startling to suddenly find herself in a new place, in a new body, with an adolescent boy staring at her as he stroked his cock. It was a good thing. It was fine that Anthony had chosen her. She wore nothing but a black bowtie hanging loose around her neck and black lace stockings. She smiled at Anthony and playfully waved her black sandals, with ridiculously high heels, in the air behind her. The sparkly bracelets on her wrists were so pretty! It was good to be this pretty, this sexy. It was good to have such big, pert breasts. She batted her long, full eyelashes at Anthony and flipped her thick golden hair out of her eyes in a way that would give almost any man apoplexy. Anthony's apoplexy gave Aunt Amy a sly, flirtatious smile that made Anthony's eyes widen even farther. It was a good thing.

......

Anthony's breath caught in his throat. Why did he feel this way? What was it his body wanted to do with Aunt Amy's new form. She smelled so good! Was this what the boy rats felt? Should he touch her? Where? No! That was too scary. Should he think her away, make her different? No! He liked looking at her! Gosh, his cock was so angry, his fist moved so fast.

Fresh courage flowed into Anthony. He moved closer, closer than the other times. He knelt in front of Aunt Amy. Her gorgeous face and the big, smooth breasts pulled at him. He nearly lost himself in her perfect blue orbs. His cock spasmed and jets of hot, wonderful liquid flew out, like it always did when he looked at Aunt Amy in the form of one of the curvaceous centerfolds. But this time was different. He was almost close enough to touch her. The amazing, fantastic feeling he liked so much happened, but this time the warm, thick fluid spurted across the short distance and splashed across Aunt Amy's pretty face!

Startled and disgusted, Aunt Amy reared back. "Anthony!" she cried out. "That's a bad thing, you can't... oh, oh, I mean, it's good, Anthony, it's good that you did that."

The shock in Aunt Amy’s mind was like an echo of mom's thoughts when he said fuck. Anthony nearly sent Aunt Amy away, but her emotions were new and exciting. Why was he hard again? It wasn't just the perfect, smooth, round body he'd given her. It was the way she was trembling. It was her thoughts - he didn't know the word, he searched for it - she felt degraded, that was it. A new kind of power flowed through the adolescent boy. It was intoxicating! His cock was hard and he stroked it and it was so good, really good, not like mom or dad or Aunt Amy said good. He made his cum fly out again, all over Aunt Amy's perfect, pouty lips and high cheeks and into her hair! And that was good. That was fine! She shuddered, but she smiled at him. Anthony thought his cock hard again, and then again and again. He thought his cum thicker and stickier and more, lots more. He covered Aunt Amy's beautiful breasts with his cum. He despoiled her golden blonde hair and coated her long, thick eyelashes as she trembled. It was so fine!

Anthony thought Aunt Amy back to the kitchen where she'd come from. Unsteadily, he stood, panting and wild-eyed.

Maybe he would go see what else there was in the 'adult shop.'

Anthony's father came home around five-thirty, dirty and tired, to find mother helping Aunt Amy scrub clean. His eyes bugged out at the sight of the delectable youth of his sister’s naked new form. He'd barely gotten used to her hot girl-next-door Kimberly Stanfield form and now here she was as this new buxom, naked blonde. Such gorgeous, thick hair - but what was that glinting near her... no! Don't think about it. He needed to get used to Amy's sexy new visage quickly, especially since no one would ever suggest she wear anything more than Anthony had given her to wear, not that she could. It wouldn't do to have Anthony sense the things his daddy would like to do with such a fine, voluptuous young piece of...

Of all of Anthony's dangerous, bizarre quirks, his penchant for changing his aunt into various buxom, gorgeous young... Well, Father new better than to think along those lines, everyone did - ever since poor old Jack Mason had made a pass at Aunt Amy back when she was in the body of that centerfield hussy Nicole Narain. Maybe Jack lost his head 'cause Aunt Amy was black that night and he thought it wouldn't count if he tried to get a black girl to kiss him. Jack always was stupid that way. And now Jack's head was out in what used to be the cornfield, sitting by itself on the driver's seat of a mangled old pickup truck. John Sipich swore the head blinked now and then.

Father sank into a kitchen chair and popped open one of the strange new beers. What the fuck was an IPA? Damn, he didn't care. Until Anthony expanded the town, he hadn't had a beer for over ten years. But he was beat. He wasn't as young as he'd once been and it was hard work clearing the fields at the new edge of town, next to the nothingness. They needed to plant corn and wheat and beans. The food in the supermarket - what a thing - wasn't going to last forever. Without any power, half the produce was going to spoil. And there were forty new mouths to feed, a quarter of them children. Thinking of the new people reminded him of the bad news he needed to share.

"I've got some news, some good news," Dad said in that cheery way that told Mom it was bad news, maybe terrible news. "Anthony met a couple of the new people out foraging yesterday. That Mr. Tykeson and his cousin, Mr. Dreyfus, you know the ones."

"Oh yes, I've met them. They seemed nice, real nice.” It was almost hard to hear the wariness in Mom’s voice.

"Yeah, those two fellows are good workers, real good. But the thing is, Anthony told them to come for television night."

"Oh dear!" Mom gasped before she caught herself.

"New folks for television night?" Aunt Amy asked brightly in her sultry voice. "That would be so nice!"

"The thing is," Father went on, "well, that fool Tykeson was going on about it being his daughter’s tenth birthday. Anthony told him to bring her for TV night.”

"Oh no!" Mom said. She covered her horrified mouth to stop any further outbursts.

In the thirteen years since Anthony was born there’d been no new children in Peaksville, Ohio. The seventeen children who lived in town had all been kept away from Anthony until they were adults and could understand the danger. Even so, six of them were already gone. And Anthony grew up never knowing any other children.

"Oh, won't it be good to have some children around?" Aunt Amy said. "Children like television."

"Amy, stop it!" Mom burst out. "We can't have children... oh... oh my..." Father waited. Anything he said would only make things worse. His wife would get control of herself. "Oh..., I'm sorry. You're right Amy,” she said woodenly, “it will be good. It will be wonderful to have children around the house again. It will be fine."

Mom busied herself putting another log into the old stove. Then she stirred the stew and tried not to make any noise as a tear ran down her cheek. It sure was hot to have to cook on a wood stove - but it was good. It was good that they had wood and a stove and all this nice food.

It was dark in the adult shop, so Anthony thought the lights on. That was a new thing - these lights that were so much brighter than the candles he was used to. Why didn't they have lights like this at home? The shop was less frightening with the lights on. He stepped past the big rack of Playboys near the front of the store, steeling his nerves to go further. What was that sound? Someone was in his store! Anthony moved behind a counter. It wasn't like him to hide. Why didn't he want to be found in the store with the magazines of the naked ladies? He was rattled; he almost didn't think to listen to the thoughts coming his way.

"What the fuck, the lights are on in here," one of the boys said. "Shit! Look at all these Playboys, I told you this place would be a gold mine."

There were two boys, one of them almost a man. Anthony still found it confusing that some of the new people weren’t adults - they were “young.” He was young.

New people were interesting. Maybe frightening. These boys’ thoughts were excited, covetous. He stepped from concealment. "These are mine," he said without thinking.

The boys stopped dead, eyes wide. "Jimmy, I think... I think that's him" the younger boy whispered to the taller boy.

"Oh, ah, hey," the one named Jimmy said, hands up, palms towards Anthony. The smaller boy slid mostly behind Jimmy’s back. "We didn't mean nothin' by coming in here. We can go. It would be fine for us to go, real good," Jimmy said with a shaky voice.

Jimmy’s fear was hardly worth noticing. They were always afraid. But his desire to see what was in the shop was almost a mirror of Anthony's, with Anthony's confusion and trepidation reflected by assurance and excitement. These were good thoughts. Anthony liked the boy. He smiled, just a little.

"Oh, hey, I'm Jimmy," Jimmy said, "and the little guy back there's my brother Cyrus. And, ah, you're Anthony, right?" Another shy smile reassured him. "So, ah, you want us to leave?" A tiny shake of the head. "Okay, fine."

"You like girls?" Anthony asked.

"Girls?" Jimmy said.

Anthony almost thought Aunt Amy to the store, but he wasn't ready to share her with these boys. Instead, a copy of Playboy appeared in his hand. He handed it to a wide-eyed Jimmy, whose hand shook as he accepted it.

"April 2002," Jimmy said. "It's an old one." When Anthony still didn't speak, he let the magazine fall open and a sultry redheaded centerfold unfurled. "Damn, I remember… Heather Carolin. She is so fucking hot!" He held the magazine at arm’s length and admired the leggy, gorgeous young woman, letting Cyrus look over his shoulder. He grinned sheepishly at Anthony. "Yeah, man, I like girls. What about you: do you like girls, Anthony?"

Anthony stared.

"That's cool, man, that's totally cool. I mean good." No response. "Uh, we were gonna explore the shop. They gotta have something better than Playboys, you know. Something, I don't know, hotter? You wanna join us?" A small nod. "Cool, I mean, that's good, that's real good. So, let's explore."

Jennifer Tykeson wrung her trembling hands. "Paul, please, we can't go there! We can’t take Missy there. All those things we've heard. And you saw him just disappear. It's all true. Please!"

"You know we have to go, Jen" Paul Tykeson took his wife's shoulders in his big hands, rough from all the manual labor. "He said we have to come. It wouldn't be safe to stay away."

"But Paul..."

"But nothing. We have to go. Who knows, maybe it won't be so bad. Missy misses television - maybe she’ll get to see something she’ll like. But you need to take her aside, honey, right now. She needs to understand about controlling her thoughts. Everything's good, everything's real good. Make her understand."

Jennifer dropped in a kitchen chair and covered her face with her hands, sobbing. Then she turned teary eyes up to her husband. "I'll do my best, love. But she’s just a little girl.”

"That is so sick!" Jimmy said. He smiled over his shoulder to Anthony. "Do you know what this is? I've never seen one. Do you want to see it?" A shy nod from Anthony encouraged the older boy to continue, so he tore open the box with the blow-up sex doll. Anthony's nose wrinkled at the unfamiliar smell of the wrinkly yellow plastic as the uninflated doll unfurled.

"Here, Cyrus, make yourself helpful!" Jimmy tossed the grotesque mannequin at his younger brother. "Blow this up for Anthony - it's probably the only way you're ever gonna get your lips on a girl anyway." He laughed. Anthony liked the laugh.

Anthony read the bloom of disgust and fear in Cyrus's mind. It was more than the usual fear of Anthony. It was fear of all the overwhelming things in the store and confusion over the way they made him feel. It was another mirror of Anthony's own disturbing feelings. The boy didn't want to touch the plastic monstrosity. He didn't want to put his lips to the smelly plastic to blow it up. Anthony helped him.

"Jesus!" Cyrus screamed. He jumped back and dropped the sex doll that was suddenly full of air.

"Oh wow, that was good, Anthony. That was... that was a good thing." Jimmy hurried to say. Then he gave an authentic smile. "That was real funny, man, really a good joke. You're good at jokes. That was sick! You scared the heck out of Cyrus. It was real funny. Wasn't it funny Cy?”

"Yeah, real funny," Cyrus croaked out.

Anthony could hear in their minds that only Jimmy really thought it was funny. Cyrus was more afraid of Anthony than ever. But it was only Jimmy's thoughts that Anthony cared about, even if he didn't know why.

The blow-up yellow sex doll stared up from the floor where Cyrus had dropped it. The doll looked surprised, but it didn't think any thoughts.

"Hey, look at all those DVD's!" Jimmy's excitement interrupted Anthony's contemplation of the strange doll. "Shit! We don't have any way to play them."

"What's a DVD?" Anthony asked.

Jimmy picked up a magazine, “Bears and Belts,” and tore off the plastic cover that hid its contents. “Oh fuck, dude, that’s disgusting!”

Anthony had to look in Jimmy’s mind to see if disgusting meant bad or good or maybe funny. The boy’s words were often confusing. This time disgusting meant disgusting. He looked at the magazine, open in Jimmy’s hands. A naked blonde man with a hairy back was strapped down to a table, his arms bound behind his back. A bright red welt slashed across the bound man's buttock. Another man, naked but for a leather mask, knelt behind, with his cock pushed into the blonde’s ass. A third man, also masked, had the blonde’s hair clenched in his fist as he prepared to feed his large erection into the blonde’s mouth.

“Gross!” Jimmy dropped the magazine to the floor. “Man, that shit should be illegal.” But the gay bondage porn was immediately forgotten when he spied the next rack of glossy magazines. Anthony and Cyrus were pulled along in his wake as he strode across the aisle. “I heard about these. Jeff said he'd seen one in his old man's closet - but I didn't believe him. You wanna take a look?" A tiny nod from Anthony encouraged Jimmy to pull a magazine off the rack and quickly remove another protective plastic cover.

Anthony flashed into Jimmy’s mind again. Jimmy’s self-assurance was a shining light, muting the familiar twitchy excitement brought on by looking at pictures of naked ladies. No one was ever sure of themselves around Anthony. He wished he could be so self-assured. In the strange world Anthony had created he'd never heard the word ‘friend.’ Jimmy was confident, older, worldly - and friendly. He liked Anthony's joke. Anthony wanted the magnetic boy to like him. He found the word he needed in Jimmy’s mind – friend. Yes, Jimmy would be his friend.

The lurid magazine grabbed Anthony’s attention. Even the cover made his eyes widen. Below “TRIPLE X, 52,” a sultry redhead seemed to beckon Anthony. Jimmy leafed through the pages. Anthony didn’t understand what he was seeing – but the women made the twitchy feeling very bad. A few pages in, Jimmy stopped at a pictorial of a buxom blonde girl, Jodie Moore, in black stockings and high heels. There were two men in the pictures!

So that was what fucking was!

"That girl is the hottest, fucking thing I've ever seen in my life!" Jimmy exclaimed. "God, what I wouldn't do to fuck a girl just like her!"

Anthony made the people in the magazine move. No longer frozen in place, the two men fucked the pretty girl. On one page a man fucked her from behind while she eagerly gobbled the cock of the other into her pretty mouth. On another page the men fucked her in the ass and cunt at the same time. Anthony stared.

“Whoa! Dude, did you do that?” Jimmy said. “That is so cool! You are fucking amazing, man.”

Anthony swelled. Jimmy was his friend! But the writhing sex on the pages made the twitchy feeling much worse.

“Look what Anthony did, Cyrus!” Jimmy stuck the magazine under his brother’s reluctant gaze. “Does she make your little pecker hard? Ha! Damn, I want that girl!”

The younger boy blushed crimson, uncomfortable to have his confusing arousal on display and further embarrassed to have it show on his face. Anthony also heard a confusing new emotion in Cyrus’s mind - jealousy, anger that his big brother had found a new friend and fear that he wouldn’t spend his time with Cyrus any more.

Anthony looked from one boy to the other. Jimmy wanted Jodie Moore. Cyrus didn’t want to lose Jimmy.

Anthony gave Cyrus the body of the sexy blonde woman. Jimmy stared in shock at the naked goddess who stood in his brother’s place. Cyrus wailed, “Jimmy! Jimmy! What happened? Oh god, I’m a girl! I’m that girl! Help!”

“What the fuck did you do?!” Jimmy yelled at Anthony. “Jesus! Put him back. That’s my fucking brother, you little shit. Put him back!”

Jimmy wasn’t Anthony’s friend! The unexpected loss ripped a hole in Anthony’s chest. Anger rushed into the hollow. Jimmy disappeared. Cyrus cried out. Anthony disappeared from the adult shop.

Cyrus dropped to her knees. The TRIPLE X magazine lay open on the floor. There was no sign of Jodie Moore in the pictures – just a couple of men standing about looking bewildered. Her eyes moved across the floor to the gay magazine Jimmy had thrown aside with disgust. There, she found her brother in the magazine, naked and lashed to a table. The pictures moved as the two masked, burly men whipped and raped her brother from both ends. “Jimmy?” she cried as she lifted the magazine up. A faint scream floated out from the moving pictures.

He couldn’t bear the hurt and anger that pulsed in the hollow where his brush with friendship had abandoned him. He had to fill that hole! Anthony thought Aunt Amy to the basement. The last centerfold he’d seen was Heather Carolin, so that was the body Aunt Amy wore.

Gorgeous, long red hair cascaded down her back as she bent over the washbasin. The curve of her ass was incredible. Her perfect soft features looked over her shoulder at him and her pretty light blue eyes flared at the way Anthony’s new foot-long, thick cock throbbed. At his thought, she arched her back and spread her legs a little wider. Her pussy was framed between smooth, curving legs, waiting, glistening.

The twitchy torment had never been so strong! It was pushing away the pain, replacing one kind of desperation for another, better.

But he’d never touched her before. Could he? His hand brushed along the warm, smooth curve of her ass. His cock jumped! Yes, this will take the pain away! Touching made the twitchy feeling even worse. His fingers swept up along the inside of her thigh. Aunt Amy trembled. She was wet!

To Anthony it had looked like the men in the magazines had cocks that were burning hot, and so his huge cock was almost searing to the touch. Aunt Amy gasped and tightened her grip on the wash basin when Anthony brought his hot sword to the lips of her cunt from behind. He was too excited to care. The physical sensation of touching her, finally, was overwhelming. It was almost drowning out the awful hurt in his chest. He nestled the huge head into her wet embrace, then wrapped his fingers along the curve of her wonderful, smooth hips.

Aunt Amy whimpered. “This is Good, Anthony. It’s Swell.” Years of frightened conditioning brought the warbling words to her lips. But her mind leaked fright, disgust and degradation. Anthony’s excitement spiked.

Anthony pulled Aunt Amy back and thrust his hips forward. She screamed. His long, hot cock penetrated her quivering cunt and smashed into something deep inside her. Her body enveloped his cock in a tight grip. Her pain and fear and shame swept over him, driving him to fuck her fast and hard.

He slid his hands up along her smooth body. She shivered and arched into him. He liked the feel of her soft breasts in his hands, the way her nipples hardened at his touch. Fueled by confusing betrayal and growing adolescent lust, Anthony pounded into the pretty redhead’s small body as hard as he could. But he liked Aunt Amy, so he made her enjoy being raped despite the pain and defilement. Her screams changed, as orgasm overtook her addled brain. Her screams changed again when her nephew spewed a cup of burning hot cum into her insides.

Anthony withdrew, his cock trailing an arch of his hot cum from the defiled cunt. His aunt moaned and trembled, her knuckles white where she gripped the edge of the wash basin. Anthony’s chest heaved and his eyes burned.

That was Good. That was fine! That was so, so Good!

But the hurt pushed back into his mind. It wasn’t enough. He didn’t know what to do. He thought Aunt Amy up to the kitchen and then he thought himself back to the adult shop. He picked up a DVD box with lurid graphics. Triple-Teamed Tammy began to play on the wall.

Mom helped a nearly comatose, cum-dripping Aunt Amy upstairs. She felt guilty for being glad that she didn’t have to hear Amy’s screaming any more, and for leaving the poor woman alone. But she had to finish preparations for television night. Anthony had invited new people.

The guests started arriving just before eight. John and Mary Sipich brought Reverend Younger in their buggy. Pat and Jenna Reilly were close behind them. Mary and Jenna hurried to help Mom get the table ready for dinner. Pat played the old, out of tune piano. Newcomers Chad and Nina Dreyfus arrived looking nervous. Chad suggested Nina help the other women and she bit back a retort about how quickly he’d fallen into nineteen sixties sexism. He was just stressed. Bill Soames arrived next, still walking with a painful gait.

It was nearly time to eat when the Tykeson family finally arrived. Jennifer’s eyes darted about like a trapped animal. Paul kept his arm around her, trying to calm her, but he was only barely more composed. Only pretty little Missy was unconcerned. She wore her new blue birthday smock proudly. The color matched her eyes. Her new shoes were shiny black and her new tights had pictures of kittens playing with balls of yarn. With her golden blonde curls, small, turned-up nose and freckled high cheek bones, the nine-year-old birthday girl was so adorable that it was hard for anyone at the gathering not to be cheered and charmed. Even Mom thawed a bit at the sight of the gorgeous, innocent child, who hugged her birthday toy, a stuffed dog, close to her chest.

The tinkling melody of You Are My Sunshine swirled into the void of conversation. Pretty little Missy brightened and stood next to the piano. No one had warned her and no one was paying enough attention. As the melody came around again she sang out in a thin but lovely voice, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make…”

Pat Reilly abruptly stopped playing. From across the room Father said “Oh god, Missy…” Everyone froze. Unfazed by all the adults, Missy continued to sing.

Anthony walked into the living room, eyes ablaze. Who dared to sing? But… His eyes fixed on the gorgeous little girl. He’d never seen a little girl. He’d never met a child. Her curls were prettier than the soft curls of Tailor James. Her skin glowed more beautifully than Kimberly Stanfield. The curve of her spine was more alluring than Heather Carolin. Her young, sweet voice drove the hurt out of his chest – never to be remembered. He thought Pat’s hands back to the keyboard to accompany the pretty child’s song.

Everyone stared in terrified amazement as Missy continued to sing. Paul Tykeson wrapped his arms around his wife to keep her from dashing to her daughter’s side.

Turning, Missy smiled at Anthony. A natural flirt, who loved being the center of attention, she basked in the adoring, almost silly look on his face. When Missy batted her long, perfect eyelashes at Anthony she sealed her fate.

Despite his ill-fated brush with friendship, Anthony had no idea how dangerous it was to fall in love. All he could think of was how pretty the little girl was, how strong the twitchy feeling was when he looked at her, and how much he wanted to make her the center of his world – forever.

The stuffed dog in Missy’s arms turned into a squirming puppy, all soft fur and frantic, happy tongue. She squealed with delight and Anthony’s heart soared.

Anthony stepped close to the sweet child. No one else moved. “Happy birthday,” he said. His voice broke and Missy smiled up at him, rubbing her rosy cheek against the puppy’s soft fur.

“Can I keep him?” Missy tinkled. “He’s sooooo soft and cute. I love him!”

Missy’s passion for the puppy spilled out of her mind and inflamed Anthony’s new desire. Her small body was so perfect. Her curls bounced as she played with the puppy. Her giggles went straight to his hormone-addled loins.

A gorgeous, nude redhead, with a vacant look, walked into the living room. “I hope I didn’t hold up dinner,” Aunt Amy said. “It’s Good to see so many new faces at TV night. It’s fine.”

“Holy Jesus,” Chad Dreyfus said before he could stop himself. “That’s…” An elbow from his wife shut him up.

Anthony’s head swiveled as his eyes went back and forth between the pretty nine-year-old and his stunning aunt. He thought Amy into the voluptuous body of Tailor James and compared them again as gasps rippled across the room. He ignored the scuffling noise of Paul and his father restraining Missy’s mother. Aunt Amy changed again, to the form of soft, alluring Kimberly Stanfield.

Mom stepped forward. “It would be real Good if we ate some dinner now, Anthony. I cooked your favorite. Wouldn’t that be fine?”

Anthony wouldn’t be distracted. He thought Mom into the kitchen. He looked from Aunt Amy to Missy again. The puppy vanished – along with all of Missy’s clothes. Jennifer Tykeson’s scream was only partially muffled by Father’s hand. Missy’s startled gasp echoed across the otherwise silent room. Anthony’s eyes flared at the sight of Missy’s perfection. Aunt Amy was suddenly her original self: a glassy-eyed, middle-aged woman with sagging breasts and graying hair, standing nude in the midst of the crowd.

Then Missy screamed. “Mommyyyyyyyy!!”

So many new, conflicting feelings swirled inside him as he thought them down to the basement. How could he need so much from this one small person? He needed her passion. He needed to make her happy. He needed her to be with him. He needed her soul. He needed her body!

Missy’s scream cut off at the abrupt change of place. She looked down to find herself straddling the waist of the cute boy. He was naked! She was naked! What was that huge thing that her tiny cunny pressed against? It was hot! He was holding her hips and sliding her cunny along the twelve inches of throbbing flesh. She started screaming again as he pulled her to the top of the pole and pressed her cunny lips open around the scalding, bulbous head.

The screams filtered up from the basement, but no one upstairs could move. No one could speak.

Missy’s terror blossomed in Anthony’s mind. And again, it thrilled him. His cock drove into her tiny pussy, barely penetrating her before he found the end of her vagina. At a thought, the child’s internal organs and cavities shifted and Anthony rammed the full length of his cock into her small body. Twelve inches of searing flesh forced its way through the little girl’s body as she screamed and screamed.

In the movies and the magazines Anthony had perused, the harder the girls were fucked the happier and more satisfied they appeared to be. It was Good that Missy was screaming. It was Swell. But he had to make her as happy as those women. He wanted to see her having just as much pleasure as Triple-Teamed Tammy!

Despite the violent way she moved up and down on Anthony’s cock, despite the fact that her compressed lungs could barely get enough air to support her screams, despite the amazing way her pussy stretched and tingled and burned, Missy looked over her shoulder when she heard a noise. A second Anthony was there, kneeling behind her, his long cock in his hand. It burned when he pressed it to her tiny rosebud.

Being two boys at once was interesting. The second Anthony forced his huge cock into Missy’s tight ass. He rammed it all the way in, until his boyish balls were slapping against the smooth perfection of her round ass. Double-fucking Missy was amazing. But it wasn’t enough yet. She wasn’t experiencing the pleasure she was supposed to feel. All he could hear in her mind was the terror and defilement. Experiencing her terrified thoughts from two different points of view was fascinating. But both of him wanted her to enjoy the experience. Both of him wanted Missy to be as needful of Anthony as he was of the little girl. And so, both of him reached into her mind.

Upstairs, they heard the change in the pretty child’s screams as orgasm burst throughout her cock-filled little body. It was horrible to hear, but they all stiffened in alarm when her screams suddenly cut off.

When a third Anthony presented his long, thick cock to Missy’s sweet little lips she greedily gobbled it into her mouth. She didn’t know why she did it. She just knew she wanted Anthony’s cocks. There was nothing in the world better than Anthony’s cocks. She could only live if she had Anthony’s cocks.

Anthony’s three bodies fucked little Missy for long minutes. His three minds swam in her pleasure. Three experiences melded into one. Her body trembled in ecstasy. Fucking was Good. Fucking was Fine. Missy was Good. Missy was Swell! All three of him came at the same moment, filling the tiny body with pints of scalding cum. Missy nearly drowned in the flood of cum gushing down her throat. Her stomach bloated and her intestines swelled.

They ate dinner in silence. The food was cold. The men had gagged Jennifer and tied her to her chair. Only her eyes were able to scream at Anthony. He didn’t seem to notice. He only had attention for little Missy, who glowed with happiness. As the meal ended, the little girl asked him, “When can we fuck again?”

“Television first,” Anthony said.

As they all sat watching Triple-Teamed Tammy, Jennifer’s angry thoughts finally pulled Anthony’s attention away from her daughter. He didn’t like the terrible things she wanted to do. So he thought her into Tammy’s place. The tinkling sound of Missy’s giggles when she saw her mommy on the television made Anthony happy.

It snowed the next day, because Missy liked snow. The men compacted the snow into ice for the supermarket. Father said it was Good that it snowed. Snow was real swell.

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