A Victorian Tale

A Victorian Tale!

Part Six - Growing & changing!

"Oh oh," said Mary with a grin. "Roast her on the spit. I would very much like to see that."

Yannis stood up and Jennifer, impaled on his manhood, had to stand up too. Then the satyr gently moved them both to the side of the bed. Mary got off her husband and James stood too. He walked to a position in front of Jennifer. Then she felt the satyr's hands on her back, encouraging her to bend over. Down and down she went, her head getting closer to James's thighs. She could see his manhood pointing out stiffly before him. It was wet with Mary's juices.

Now she was bent at a right angle and Yannis nudged her forward until her lips were very close to James's manhood. James ran his fingers over his length and his organ twitched. Jennifer understood now what was required of her. She opened her mouth and James took a step forward. His manhood filled her mouth and she grasped his hips to steady herself. Then Yannis, his phallus deep inside her, pushed forward. James's phallus penetrated her throat. She was impaled at both ends and unable to move. She squirmed on the rods of flesh that held her and both men groaned with pleasure.

"Mmmm nnnn oooooooh," she moaned, unable to make more than wordless sounds. The two men grasped her. Yannis by the hips and James by the head, and they swung their hips back, and plunged forward. Jennifer squeaked as both men crashed into her, again and again.

Suddenly the Professor was crouching to speak to her. "Are you ready to take charge of the spit?" he asked. "Are you ready to give yourself to these lovers?"

Jennifer wondered how she could answer. She was unable to nod or shake her head. And she had a phallus deep in her throat most of the time. She waited until James was at the shallowest part of the thrust and broke away.

"Yes yes," she gasped. "Tell me what to do."

She returned his manhood to her throat and awaited instructions.

"They are going to move apart slightly," said the Professor. "Then you must use James's hips as your support and move yourself. The men will simply stand and permit you to fornicate with them."

He reached under her chest and caressed her nipples, then nodded at Mary who approached close.

"Pull yourself onto James's manhood," the Professor instructed. "Good ... good ... now push yourself back onto Yannis' phallus. Now keep that up, be their instrument of pleasure."

Jennifer heaved at James's hips until her lips touched his pubic hair, and then pushed away. Yannis' manhood moved inside her and she kept pushing until she could feel his testicles tapping against her labial lips and the tip of his phallus touching her womb. Then it was time to move forward again. And, in the middle of this motion, she felt Mary touch her. Gentle strokes of the fingers on her most private places.

She was quite sure what tipped her over into her most powerful climax of the evening. James's manhood was delicious! Yannis' phallus was most stimulating! The Professor's fingers made her nipples tingle. But it was Mary's expert delving in her crack that brought it on.

--o--

When she woke the next day she couldn't remember how she got to bed, or even if the Professor had arrived at midnight to claim his rent. She felt wonderful, as if she had fulfilled some sort of destiny, and now was ready for whatever next adventure would be sent her way by Miriam. She was convinced that the ring had been passed to her for exactly that reason. To grow and change!

Dressing, she had to cope with the impossible. Her breasts, that she suspected were a little larger the previous day, had definitely grown this morning. When she put on her clothes her chest was, at first, unbearably tight. Luckily her upper garments consisted of a linen blouse which was pleated and held by a drawstring. Unfastening the string, and teasing out the pleats a little, made room for her burgeoning breasts. Over the blouse she wore a corset. This was harder to adjust but, after ten minutes working on the ties at each side, she could wear it comfortably. Over the whole was her bodice which was stretched, but coped with extra flesh.

At breakfast she plucked up the courage to mention the problem to the Professor.

"Er ... sir," she started, nervously. It was not a usual subject for the breakfast table. "Can I mention something ... personal?"

"Certainly Jennifer," he replied, applying a thick layer of marmalade to his toast.

"My bosom has grown," she said, very quietly.

"Ah ... yes ... I thought that might happen."

"You did?"

"Yes," he put down his slice of toast and turned to look her in the eyes. "It is the ring."

"Oh ... I thought it might be the ... sex."

"No Jennifer," he smiled. "Sex does not make breasts grow. Pregnancy does, sometimes. My wife's breasts grew when she was with child, and they remained larger after Antony was born. But the act of sex doesn't make them bigger."

"So you think it's the ring?"

"Yes," he replied. "If our theory is correct, and the ring's purpose is to make the Priestess attractive to her followers, then it might have the power to physically reshape her. Or you, in this case."

"Oh!" gasped Jennifer. "Will I become like that obese statuette you showed me, that 'Venus' who looked terribly overweight?"

"I don't think so," replied the Professor, laying his hand on Jennifer's to calm her down. "I think the ring might be able to understand the rules of attractiveness in a society. And then it nudges the owner towards them."

"Gosh!"

"I think you can look forward to a slow but definite change. But do not fear. The ring, I'm sure, will not hurt you."

"How can a ring do this?" asked Jennifer, secretly pleased that she might, one day, have a body shape that Victorian society admired.

"Have you read the tale, from the Arabian Nights stories, of Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp?"

"A long time ago ... yes."

"In that story there are two items, a lamp and a ring, that both have a spirit that lives within them. A genie that grants wishes. I believe the ring contains one such spirit."

"And it is alive?"

"Undoubtedly."

"I would very much like to meet it," said Jennifer.

"One day that might be possible," replied the Professor. "I am studying the ring for you, I might discover how that can be done."

"Oh wonderful!"

"But, in the meantime, you and I must do our work, and trust that the spirit in the ring knows its business. Eat up your breakfast. I have a feeling that Lucien will have a treat for you today and, if a rumour I have heard is correct, you might get a very interesting offer of work. Which you would be wise to accept."

Jennifer applied herself to breakfast and then took the short walk to the photographic studio. The people in the area were beginning to know her and she gave a smile and a cheery wave to the shopkeepers and street vendors as she passed. How big will my breasts grow, she wondered? I will need a new blouse soon if this carries on, or I will end up with considerable bosom on display. She passed a whore on a street corner who was leaning up against the wall with her breasts exposed almost to her nipples. The dark semi-circles of her aureoles on display. If I don't get a bigger blouse and top then I'll end up looking like her, she thought.

Lucien did, indeed, have a treat for her. He explained that he had arranged for three men to visit today, each for two hours, and that Jennifer would be posing with each one in turn.

"As well as general poses you will be kissing them, and their their manhood, or putting your tongue in contact with it," he explained. "I hope you do not mind."

"I will be delighted," replied Jennifer.

"Good ... and you will be tip penetrated," continued Lucien. "He will put the tip of his manhood into you."

"Just the tip?"

"Do you want more?"

"Well yes ... I will, of course, take the tip of your model's manhood, if that's what you want. But I am very happy to take all his length too. In fact it would be fun."

"That is good to know. I have customers who like to see the woman fully penetrated. Especially if she can feign ecstasy. But ..." he paused and looked serious. "... remember you are not here to indulge your lust. You are here to work. I do not want you fornicating with my models. Too much movement ruins the exposures."

"I understand," Jennifer replied with a grin.

"I do have some special work for you tomorrow, if you like," he was grinning back now. "I was going to use Hazel but I think you might be better for the role."

"The role?"

"My friend, a Lord, has created a scene from the Greek myths, and he needs a woman. He, and all his friends, want an exposure, or two. You would be playing the part of Andromeda."

There was only one Greek story that featured Andromeda, as far as Jennifer could remember. It was the one in which she was chained to a rock as a sacrifice to Cetus, a sea monster, and rescued by Perseus. Presumably the Lord and his friends would be playing the part of Perseus. They would, she imagined, each get a photograph that starred them as the hero.

"I can do that," she replied.

"Good," replied Lucien. "I will take Hazel along to keep them entertained while they wait their turn."

Pleased that she had gained another day's employment Jennifer stripped off her clothes and waited for Lucien's instructions. The first man was named Thomas and he was lean and dark haired. There were a few exposures where they posed near to each other and then he lay back on a chair and Jennifer was instructed to approach, crawling on the floor, and lick his manhood.

"Uh!" said Thomas as she applied her tongue to the underside of his phallus. His manhood stiffened and grew. Lucien was delighted and took the exposure.

Then Jennifer had to get up on the chair and crouch over him, facing the camera, so that the tip of his manhood was just inside her.

"Shit!" Thomas shouted. "Lucien, who is this harlot?"

"Just a northern girl," Lucien replied. "One with a real talent for this work. Now keep still the both of you, I am about to take the exposure."

Jennifer clung to the chair to steady herself and could feel Thomas quivering under her. He clenched his teeth and gave a low moan. Luckily his face was concealed from the camera behind her back. Jennifer opened her mouth wide in happiness and looked up so that a lot of white showed in her eyes. Then the powder flashed and the shot was taken.

"Oh shit, oh shit," groaned Thomas. "I'm gonna cum at this rate."

If he's going to do that, thought Jennifer, I had best take advantage of this lovely manhood before he looses his erection. As Lucien returned with a new plate for the camera she smiled at him.

"Does sir want me to take it all?" she asked.

Lucien smiled and nodded.

"Oh gawd!!" shouted Thomas as Jennifer let herself drop and took his whole length into herself. She leaned sideways slightly and turned her head to look back at Thomas. Now the camera could see the full penetration, and Jennifer looking with lust filled eyes into Thomas's surprised face. He gave a gutteral groan and mauled her, larger, breasts.

"Hold that," ordered Lucien. He didn't seem to notice that Jennifer had grown slightly larger breasts since he first met her. Perhaps one of the effects of the ring, thought Jennifer, but one that does not need touch. It makes observers look kindly upon the wearer, and accept what they see, however strange, as normal.

Lucien took the exposure and Jennifer, despite terrible temptation, got off Thomas. Then the model gave a low growl. She looked back. He was literally drooling with lust and every muscle seemed to be quivering. The trembling of his thighs was so intense it was causing his manhood to tremble too. Then he reached out to grab her. She moved away, looking at Lucien for support.

Then Thomas was upon her, ramming his member into her vagina as if it was a life or death thing for him to return to full penetration. Lucien gave him a stern look but he wasn't taking any notice and started to pound at Jennifer, pushing her flatter and flatter onto the floor of the studio. The sound of the slapping of his hips onto her buttocks filled the studio, as did her involuntary moans.

"Stop it, Thomas!" demanded Lucien. His command had no effect. Thomas was, without any mercy, thrusting away as hard as he could. There was no restraint, no control, and the inevitable happened. After three minutes of grunting he gave a sigh of contentment and pumped his seed deep inside her. Jennifer took the opportunity to break free.

Thomas lay on the floor, his manhood still ejaculating, making a little puddle of semen.

"I suppose that's you done for this session," said Lucien. "You'll never get it up again before your time's up. Though, let's be honest, they were excellent exposures."

He paid the man and, after the door had closed on Thomas, walked over to Jennifer.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," he replied. "He jumped you, not the other way around. The Professor was right when he said that you would bring out the best in my models. When you licked him I swear his cock got much bigger, and harder. And when you sat down on him his expression was a wonder to behold."

"Oh ... good. So you're not angry."

"No, I'm not angry," he grinned. "But for the next two men let's do more no-contact exposures before we allow you to charm them. Once you do I guess we'll only ever get one or two pictures."

And that was the plan. When Darren and Patrick arrived to do their shifts Jennifer was careful not to touch them until Lucien had given her the nod. The effect was as magical as it had been with Thomas. And Patrick, the last model of the day, after demanding copulation with Jennifer, collapsed in such a way that an exposure was taken of him lying on top of her. She lay under his considerable bulk, still fully impaled, and looked out at the camera with an expression of total satisfaction.

"Excellent work, Jennifer," said Lucien after Patrick had been paid off. "Tomorrow will be even more energetic. But I think you will enjoy it."

--o--

In the morning Jennifer got out of bed feeling quite energised and looking forward to something different than the usual round of exposures at Lucien's.

She dressed and tightened her belt to the usual notch only to find that it was loose. At first she thought she'd chosen the wrong hole to put the prong of the buckle through. She looked closer. No, she'd put it through the usual hole which was distorted slightly with use. She slid the buckle to the next hole. That fitted. Then she realised what that meant. She had become slightly slimmer around the waist.

For the last few years she had given up on the idea of having a waist. Her chubbiness filled the gap between her chest and her narrow hips in such a way that she might as well be a sausage, the same thickness all the way down. If she had lost weight around the waist then clearly that situation was about to change, for the better.

The Professor said the ring might want to make me the ideal shape, she thought. In this decade that would be a well poised head, on a long neck, large and very firm breasts, a very narrow waist, wide hips, and generous thighs that dwindled to slender calves and delicate feet.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped as she imagined the possibility of a new body.

It had been agreed that she would be picked up by Lucien that morning so, after breakfast, she sat on the step outside the Professor's house and waited.

A grand coach arrived with a noble escutcheon painted on the side, and paused near the Professor's house. It was far too grand for Lucien so she ignored it until one of the windows was lowered and the photographer put his head out.

"We can't wait all day," he said. "Get in."

Inside she discovered Hazel the sprite and two cameras with their tripods, along with cases of exposure plates. This was evidently going to be a busy day. Jennifer knew there were a lot of plates in each case, and there were three cases. She was a little disappointed, so much for a different day from the usual at the studio.

They made good progress through the streets of London and then they were on a coaching road. The crowded streets of the capital were replaced by a series of small villages. By reference to the sun Jennifer guessed they were heading northeast and four hours brought them to the gates of a noble estate.

Lord Falterham's country house was very grand and servants were ready to carry the photographic equipment inside. Lucien, Hazel and Jennifer were quickly conveyed to a room on the first floor. This was to be the studio for the day.

It was a sight such as Jennifer had never seen before. A grand chamber that, on two sides, was almost entirely tall windows. The light streamed in, far brighter than the light normally did in smoggy London, and illuminated the other two walls. Which were the backdrops for the photographs.

Carpenters and other craftsmen must have been busy here, thought Jennifer. On one wall they had created a rock, a painting of a coastal scene, and the most terrifying model of a sea monster ever seen. The rock even had what looked like iron spikes hammered in with chains dangling from them. Presumably to hold a sacrificial virgin ready for consumption.

Along the other wall was an impression of a bedroom in ancient Greece. With erotic paintings on the wall and, of course, a bed. The bed looked like something from a museum. It was a simple rectangular frame, on tall spindly legs, with a headboard at one end, and a thin mattress thrown over it. The pillow was a simple cylinder as wide as the bed, tucked in close to the headboard. Greek key-style patterns decorated both the bed and a frieze on the wall.

Lucien set up his cameras. One pointing at the rock and monster, and the other at the bed. And, when he had finished he went and knocked at a door half concealed by the rock. Three hard knocks. A few moments later the door opened and Jennifer could hear a quiet hubbub of men talking. Then the Lord entered.

She had been instructed to call him 'my lord' and knew his friends would simply refer to him as Falterham. He was a tall individual with raven black hair and a face full of harsh angles. He was slim and held his hands elegantly. He looked down at Hazel and Jennifer with a wisp of a smile on his face.

"Which one did you recommend for Andromeda?" he asked, staring at Hazel. "I've read the Professor's letter but it didn't make much sense."

"This is Hazel," said Lucien. "You will find her very cooperative for general ... entertainment. But this is Jennifer and we would recommend her for your Andromeda."

"She's a bit plump," replied the Lord.

Jennifer was feeling a bit put out. I know I'm not the most sexy shape, she thought, but I am getting there. Damn! I'm going to lose this work to Hazel's petite little body and this Lord is obviously very wealthy, he's probably going to pay well.

"Time to charm the Lord," whispered Lucien, contriving to turn away so that Falterham would not see his lips move.

"Oh my Lord," said Jennifer, dropping to her knees before him and taking his hand between hers. "Please let me take this part. I will do anything required. I need this work."

She kissed his hand and hoped the ring was helping her. Falterham fumbled in his trousers and, suddenly, she was facing his semi-erect manhood. It was within inches of her face.

"Show me," he said.

Jennifer fed his manhood into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. It twitched and swelled in a most gratifying way.

"Oh my goodness," said Falterham. "Is she one of them, or a witch? This is impressive."

"The Professor says she is human, but ... special," replied Lucien.

Jennifer wondered if everyone in London knew about the fey peoples, or was it just a few people centred around the Professor? And had Falterham described her as a witch? That was how Miriam had died!