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This story of sex, magic, and exhibitionism is owned, copyrighted
and so forth by me, Shon Richards.  Please don't make any money
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The entire story has been written and will be posted on a fairly
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More of my stories can be found at
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The Seven Curses of Hannah:
Part Three

By Shon Richards 



"He didn't even fucking notice!" Hannah snarled.

Tuesday was grocery-shopping day. It took all day because Hannah
systematically spread her shopping among three stores. Whole
Foods had the best meats but was a little pricey for anything
else. Publix was affordable for most of the canned goods, and
Kroger had the best non-food prices. Hannah was very proud that
for the small inconvenience of shopping for six hours, she could
save over $100 and still have high-quality groceries. 

She was proud even though she knew Adam didn't really notice.
Much as he hadn't noticed her new lock of blond hair. The blond
had suddenly appeared, and she didn't know why or how. She had
started to come up with excuses for Adam for when he inevitably
asked.

He never asked.

"Fucker!" Hannah said. She slammed the door to her car and
marched into Whole Foods. 

"Fucker doesn't notice anything unless it gets in the way of his
fucking television!"

"Good morning, ma'am," the smiling grocery stocker said.

Hannah forced a smile and grabbed a shopping cart. Now was not
the time to think about Adam, or even Samuel and the bizarre
incident of yesterday. Now was the time to shop. She did have a
lingering feeling of guilt over the house. After yesterday's
spanking, she had cleaned up the mess but hadn't done any more
cleaning. She was too afraid of what might happen if she went to
clean the shower or did any cleaning near the bed. The house
wasn't messy, but it was no longer meticulously clean.

Hannah sighed. Now was not the time to worry about it. She had
work to do. The house, Adam and Samuel could all wait. For now,
she could retreat safely into the early-morning peace of the
grocery store.

The place was empty except for the occasional senior citizen and
the far-too-young stockboys. Hannah had discovered the joy of
early-morning weekday grocery shopping in the spring. The only
other shoppers were quiet older people who came to avoid the
crowds. The grocery employees were busy stocking shelves and
setting up displays. It was a quiet time where she didn't have to
look at couples and ask herself why Adam didn't hold her hand in
public anymore. 

Hannah pushed her cart though the produce section. One of the
stockboys stopped what he was doing and stared at her legs. When
he realized that Hannah had noticed him, he blushed and went back
to work. Hannah was confused. Why was he looking at her legs? She
was swearing sweatpants for crying out loud. Was there a hole in
them?

She looked down and froze mid-stride. Her comfortable sweatpants
were gone. She was wearing a black skirt instead. A shiver ran
down her back. She didn't own a black skirt this short. It barely
came down to her knees. She certainly didn't own a skirt that had
a red snake embroidered on it. As she watched, she skirt shrunk
another few inches.

"Oh, shit," Hannah whispered. This had to be another curse. Fear
gripped her till she realized that all that had happened was a
change of clothes. Compared to the spanking of yesterday, this
was nothing.

She kept pushing her cart. She passed by an older woman who
frowned at her skirt. Hannah giggled. Disapproval from a woman
old enough to be her grandmother was something she could handle.

That was when she felt the breath get squeezed out of her.

Hannah looked down to see that her sweater was gone. In its place
was a tight black corset. It was very low cut, and her breasts
were about to spill out the top. She recognized the corset. It
was from World of Warcraft, one of those impossibly sexy garments
that the game considered to be "armor." 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered. Another stockboy was staring
at her. She had forgotten just how large her tits were. To be
more accurate, she had forgotten just how much guys liked her
tits. Adam didn't even cop a feel any more. Judging by the way
the stockboy's eyes were fixated, Hannah didn't think he would
,mind touching hers at all.

Hannah reached the meat department. She stood still for a moment
before squealing as her shoes changed. The boring sneakers turned
into high heels. She was elevated several inches, and her breasts
jiggled from the motion. She couldn't remember the last time
she'd worn heels, and these seemed impossibly high. 

"Can I help you?" the man behind the meat counter said. This was
the first time Hannah had been waited on without having to ring
the bell.

"Ah, yes," she said. She fidgeted with her hair. She just felt so
nervous. This man was about her age, and his eyes were fixated on
her breasts.

"I'll be happy to help," he said. 

"Do you have any fresh salmon?" she asked.

The butcher smiled. "Not out, but I'll go cut some up. How much
do you need?"

One by one, they went down her list, and at each item, the
butcher was excited to help. Hannah even changed a few of her
items to more exotic choices, just to see if he would jump
through those hoops. He never faltered. He also never stopped
looking at her tits, which didn't bother her in the slightest.
Being attractive was a novelty, and as curses went, this one
could have been far worse.

When she had filled her cart with meat, Hannah headed for the
checkout lines. With the first step she took, she realized that
her underwear had changed, too. Her sensible, boring panties had
turned into something much skimpier and much thinner. By the
second step, she knew she was wearing a thong by the way the
fabric was pulling against her sex and along her ass. The
material was so tight that it was rubbing her clitoris with every
step.

The walk to the cashiers had never seemed so long. The heels were
difficult to walk in, making Hannah struggle for every step. The
skirt had shrunk down around her thighs, hobbling her. Her tits
bounced with every step, and she was convinced the cut of the
corset had gotten lower. The corset made her stand up straight,
and she realized just how much she had become used to slouching.
She had to walk tall and proud, although she wanted to run and
hide. As for the thong, it was stroking Hannah's sex and
clitoris. Every step was an orgy of balance, jiggling and
stimulation. 

It was the other people in the grocery store who were the real
challenge. Older women looked at her with disapproval. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself, dressing like a dirty whore,"
a bitter old woman whispered.

Hannah ignored her and kept pushing her cart. Should she be
ashamed? For some reason, she wasn't. In fact, she felt pretty
good. 

Older men looked at her with open lust, daydreaming about
conquests of their past. The store employees, almost all men,
found reasons to linger around her. Their eyes devoured her as
she walked by, nibbling and tasting her risqu clothes.

"Need help with anything?" one brave boy asked.

"No, I'm good," Hannah said. She could have sworn that her corset
pushed her cleavage up another inch.

Two steps later, another employee offered his assistance. In
response, her skirt constricted more tightly around her thighs.

"No, thank you," Hannah said. She kept going, working her way
past all the staring eyes. Oh, God, they all wanted her. They
wanted to fetch things for her. They wanted to do whatever it
took to just be near her. When was the last time that had
happened? 

It occurred to her that she could invite any of these boys home,
and they would come.

Her pussy was so damn wet.

She finally made it to the cashier. The grinning 20something at
the register looked as if he had won the lottery. 

"Find everything?" he asked.

"Yes," Hannah said. She thought that everyone in the store had
certainly found everything there was to see about her. 

As she bent over her cart to get the items out, one of her
breasts popped out. She froze with shock and just looked down at
her snowy white tit. The pink nipple was so hard and stiff . She
stuffed her breast into her shrinking corset and stood back up,
embarrassed. 

The cashier's mouth was wide open. Her embarrassment melted into
a sort of almost pride. When he shut his mouth and blushed, she
felt almost powerful.

He rang up her purchases, asking twice more whether she'd found
everything. He kept looking at her chest. He blushed a few more
times.

Hannah soaked it all in. This was a good curse. Oh, the outfit
was scandalous, and if the store had been more crowded, she would
have been horrified, but she liked the attention. She liked being
sexy. She liked being seen as something to be leered at and
fucked. It had been so long since Adam had looked at her this way
that she was relishing it now.

The bag boy offered to walk her out to the car. She turned him
down. That was too much temptation. If she took him back to her
car, he might try something. Hell, she might try something. She
was so turned on by the thong's constant caress, she just wanted
to be filled right now.

As soon as Hannah stepped outside the grocery store, her high
heels flattened back into sneakers. By the time she got into the
parking lot, her corset had shifted back into the rather
shapeless sweater. When she reached her car, her skirt was gone,
replaced by the tired, dull jeans. When the thong returned to
normal, Hannah sighed at the lack of the sensation that had been
so wonderful against her pussy.

"That can't be it," she said. She sat in her car, thinking of the
two other grocery stores she had to visit. "Maybe it will come
back when I walk into Publix."

She glanced at her rearview mirror and saw herself. Right beside
the blond lock of hair was a new strand of red. As brilliant as
flame, the new strand of hair was just as thick as the blond
one.

That was when she knew that there would be no further magic. The
curse had hit her and left its mark. It was gone. A wave of
disappointment hit her. She had been sexy, far sexier than she
had the courage to do on her own. She had been a slut in the
grocery store, and now it was over. Now she had two more stores
to go to in nothing more exciting than her dumpy sweater and
boring jeans.

"Fuck," Hannah said. 

To be continued,


 


 

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