The Babysitter

“Thanks for doing this, Amber,” Mark said as he gathered up his coat. “Our normal sitter is under the weather.”

“No problem, Mr. Anderson,” she replied. “I've got finals coming up next week and could use the extra time to study.”

Mark looked distractedly around, searching for whatever he might be forgetting. “Right, you're a junior? Majoring in art history?” Amber nodded, expecting him to give her the same worthless degree speech that she heard from her parents on a regular basis. Instead, he continued, “Julie did Classics. Greek and Roman stuff, you know. Go with what makes you happy I always say. Oh, and please, it's Mark and Julie not the Andersons.”

Julie drifted through, smiling at Amber. Mrs. Anderson was gorgeous. Even Amber knew how lucky a man her husband was. Still, Julie always seemed a little distracted, as if she were constantly trying to remember something. She wore an elegant white dress that ended just above her knees with a pair of black heels. The dress did little to hide her figure, drawing a great deal of attention to her perfectly round bottom and her high, firm breasts. Mark put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. “Ok, I think we've got everything. We'll be back around midnight. Kids are already out cold. They rarely wake up in the middle of the night, but if they do it's usually just for a drink of water. TV's there if you need a distraction from your studying. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Beer if you want one.”

Julie slapped her husband's chest, “Mark, she's not 21 yet.”

Mark shrugged, “Fine, assuming that you gain some magical insight at the moment of your twenty first revolution around the sun, do not under any circumstances drink a beer from our fridge. This I say with no knowledge of how many beers are in the fridge, and no interest in keeping track of them should some appear to be missing. House is full of beer gnomes anyway.”

Julie gave her husband a tight lipped smile. “Don't be an ass, Mark.”

Mark feigned a dramatic gasp, “Language, honey! Her virgin ears should not hear such profane ramblings.”

Julie rolled her eyes. “Call us if you need anything.”

Amber nodded and said goodbyes, ushering them out the door. Once they were finally gone, she went through the house taking a quick assessment of everything. The home was immense, three stories, but narrow. Mark had said that storage took over the entire third floor, but the first and second were well furnished and cozy despite the somewhat narrow nature of the rooms. She went to the kid’s bedroom on the second floor and peeked inside. Like the Andersons said, both of their young boys were conked out. A noise machine whirred from some unseen location in the room, and a small dinosaur shaped light emitted a comforting yellow glow.

She continued to explore the house, glancing in guest bedrooms and checking in closets. Amber didn't consider herself nosy, but she liked little glimpses into other peoples lives. The mundane functionality of it all fascinated her. On the surface, the Andersons looked perfect, but as she explored, she found clothes hampers tucked behind doorways awkwardly, bad family photos, weak spots in the flooring, and other small quirks that made Mark and Julie seem a little more human.

On the first floor, she spent a while looking through Mark's music collection before drifting through the kitchen and into a home office. The room looked like something out of a children's find the difference puzzle. Stacks of books littered the room. On any free space was some odd figurine or device. She recognized most of the implements as older navigational tools, but a few were plain odd. One device made a quiet clicking noise as seven dots moved in a pattern across a disk. The figurines were a mystery as well. Despite all of her recently acquired knowledge of sculpture, she didn't recognize any of the styles in the room, nor did any one style seem to dominate the collection. In particular, one statue drew her attention.

Amber didn't know exactly why, but something about the statue was off. The object depicted a woman standing with an orb in her outstretched hand. Like many ancient fertility statues, the woman's breasts were comically large, and her hips were wide. The rest of her features were poorly defined, but the orb looked different altogether. The orb was made of old metal, probably copper, Amber thought. Indecipherable patterns were etched into the surface of the otherwise smooth little ball. It appeared to be the exact size to fit in the palm of her hand, and she could not see any way that it attached to the rest of the statue. If she wanted, she could pick it up and drop it in her pocket. Her hand reached out to do just that, but the doorbell rang.

Snapped from her odd fascination, she rushed to the door to stop whoever it was from ringing the bell again.

“Trevor?” she hissed as she looked through the cracked door. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The sandy blonde, young man shrugged and looked around nervously. “I thought I'd drop by and hang out with you.” She didn't open the door, and he could barely see her through the crack. “So, are you going to let me in or should I...go?”

Amber sighed in frustration and opened the door wide enough for him to get inside. “Mark and Julie might have a fit if they know you're here.”

Trevor gave an affable smile, “Come on, Amber, you know Mark. He doesn't care. Not like I'm here to wreck the place. Besides, I'll be gone before they get back.”

Amber closed the door with a quiet click. Despite her concerns about having him in the house, it pleased her to see him. She glanced toward the staircase before wrapping her arms around his midsection and giving him a quick kiss. “You will be gone before they get back,” she repeated.

“One hundred percent,” Trevor answered. “Will be gone.”

She led him into the kitchen. “I'm not doing anything interesting anyway. I brought some stuff with me to study, but I was probably going to play on my phone until they get back. Around midnight, at which point you will be gone.”

Trevor walked through the expansive kitchen, “Right. Right. Wow, how much does Mark make? This place is nuts.”

Amber felt some some pride. After all, Mark had entrusted her with his most valuable possessions. “You should see the rest of the house. Three floors. All of them filled with single pieces of furniture worth more than my car.”

Trevor had moved on when he saw a cake dish housing a bright red cake. “Think they'll notice if I have a piece?”

Despite his boorish behavior, Amber found her boyfriend's childlike drifting from one topic to another endearing. “No, they said I could help myself. Hang on. I'll get a plate.”

“No need,” he replied as he lifted the covering and sliced a significant sliver from the cake. As Amber glared at him, he shoveled the moist dessert into his mouth, amazingly not sparing a crumb. He made his way over to the table where Amber had left her school books. She plopped down into a chair in front of them and started shuffling through them with little interest. “Are you seriously going to study?” Trevor asked. Trevor held his arms out and gestured ambiguously to his surroundings, “Come on! Look at this place, there's got to be some crazy thing in here. I mean, you've seen Mark and Julie, they've got to have a freaky side right?” Mark noticed the sliding doors at the rear of the kitchen. “What's in there?”

Amber looked over her shoulder. “Mark's office. It's full of weird stuff. Apparently they collect old sculptures and the like.”

Trevor crossed quickly to the doors, and Amber followed. She knew that releasing Trevor into the house would inevitably cause chaos, but the prospect excited her. As they entered the study, Trevor's eyes went wide with interest. “Holy shit, look at all of this.” He started to follow a similar path through the room that Amber had earlier.

Amber's attention went back to the strange orb immediately. A sudden and intense jealously took hold of her. She wanted it for herself, and she didn't doubt at all that once Trevor saw it, he would take it. Discretely, she moved over to the statue. While Trevor admired a nude painting he found in the corner, Amber's hand darted to the statue and snatched the orb. As she had guessed, it wasn't attached. It felt strangely cold to the touch. Clutching it tightly in her fist, she put her hands behind her back.

“Hey, sweetie, come look at this,” Trevor called. “Do you think this is of Julie?” He held up the large portrait in the light. Amber looked on with her hands clutched behind her back. The painting showed a rather well endowed woman, lounging on a bed. Her legs were spread, and her nethers on display in surprising detail. She was beautiful and perfect, but her face was slightly obscured as if she could be anyone.

“I'm not sure,” Amber answered. “I know Mark used to paint and that looks an awful lot like their bedroom. At least in the abstract.”

“Wait, really?” Trevor asked. “Where is it?”

Adrenaline thumped through her body. The orb grew colder and heavier in her hand with each passing moment. Of course, Trevor was asking about the Anderson's master bedroom and not the whereabouts of the strange little orb. “Oh, down the hall,” she blurted back at him.

On a new mission, Trevor hefted the painting up more comfortably and set off down the hall. Amber thought his eyes lingered on the orbless statue for a moment. She walked awkwardly behind him as he made his way through the house. The orb's cold sensation started to move up her hand and into her arm. She knew this should alarm her, but the last thing she wanted was to let go of the small ball. The feeling wasn't unpleasant and the longer she held it, the more the world around her seemed to change. She thought she recognized the smell of spring wildflowers where there had been nothing before, and the colors and fabrics in the house seemed richer and more vibrant. The most peculiar thing though was that all of the little statues that adorned the furnishings seemed to be watching her. They did not move and of course did not have eyes for the most part, but she was becoming increasingly convinced that they could see her, a tiny audience to her small theft.

Trevor found the bedroom and clicked on the light. It was a large, comfortable room much more sparsely furnished than the rest of the house. An oversized bed occupied the most space. One very similar to the one in the painting. Trevor moved around the room glancing at the painting and then back at the room, searching for the proper angle. “Here!” he announced. “This is totally the same place.”

Amber moved to her boyfriend's side, noticing a faint smell of musk around him. She could sense his heart moving faster than usual, and his breath was quick and excited. The woman in the painting aroused him, she knew, and not just because of her vulnerable and casual nudity, but because it could be Julie, their friend. Amber looked at the painting and then out at the room. He was right. The shape of the bed was the same. The shading in the painting indicated a door where there was in fact a door. The crumbled blue blanket was the same, though in the actual bedroom it had been neatly tucked into the mattress. The only thing truly missing was the mystery woman. “I think you're right.”

The cold sensation had traveled through most of her body. Her skin prickled with goosebumps. She keenly felt the stirring of air as the home's air conditioning clicked on and realized that her body was quite warm despite the tingling sensation. As the orb's devilry sparkled into her head, a wonderful feeling of contentment washed over her. A soft buzz clouded her thoughts, and the perfect idea occurred to her. “You know how we could really tell? If we had the woman,” she said in a soft purr.

Trevor shrugged, still unwilling to put down the painting. “Yeah, I suppose. I mean, not that I want to see some naked woman, but suppose it is Julie. I mean it's so lifelike.”

A soft thud drew his attention away from the painting. Amber left his side as she walked towards the bed. In a quick motion, she tussled the covers, managing to get the blue blanket in more or less the position it held in the painting. Trevor watched in wonder as his usually demur girlfriend started to strip.

Amber never felt so good in her life. A pleasant thrum had replaced the cold, tingling sensation. She pulled off her top and let it drop to the ground beside her. Her breasts jutted out in front of her, straining against her plain white bra. They seemed bigger than she remembered. The milky white flesh spilled over the top of the failing cups. Trevor watched in amazement as his girlfriend undressed. They'd not had sex yet, and this certainly didn't seem like the time or the place. He made no move to stop her though.

After hefting her breasts for a moment, enjoying the feel of them trapped behind her bra, her hands moved down to her jeans. The button had grown tight, and she understood why. Her ass was bigger and rounder than before. After some effort, she wriggled the jeans past her newly full hips and let them crumple to the floor. She wore a pair of sheer, stretchy underwear that spread thin enough to be considered entirely see through. Looking at Trevor, she noticed the tent in his pants. He'd been thoughtful enough to put down the painting at least. As it rested against the wall, she noted the pose of the depicted woman. Moving over to the bed, she reached behind her and unclasp her bra. Slowly, she let her breasts drop out of the constricting garment. Briefly, she covered herself with her arm, to tease Trevor a while longer.

The young man watched as his girlfriend's tits swung into view. They were definitely bigger than he remembered. They'd fooled around, and she'd had barely handfuls even over a shirt with a bra on. The fat breasts that hung from her chest were the most glorious thing he had ever seen. As he gawked, she crawled onto the bed, pausing on her knees for a moment. From the kneeling position, she tugged at her underwear, almost ripping it as she freed her plump ass. Trevor's cock ached at the sight. He fought between arousal and embarassment since he did not understand what was going on. Now that she was fully nude, he worried. What if the Andersons came home early?

Amber ran her hands over her body. This is a woman's body, she thought. Full and warm and wonderful. Built for one thing. Fucking. She arranged a few pillows on the bed similar to what she saw in the painting and reclined on them. The silky sheets tantalized her bare skin. The thrill of being so exposed in the Anderson home was not lost on her, but she did not fear Mark and Julie coming home. It excited her. Mark could walk in right now and see his young babysitter naked, wet, and waiting. In the meantime, she would have to settle for Trevor.

Slowly, she spread her legs apart, baring her young pussy to Trevor's hungry eyes. Her hand ran down to the shaved pussy and rubbed it gently, her other hand massaging her breast in the same fashion. She was the painting made real again. Had this been how it happened with Mark and Julie? Had he stood in Trevor's spot with an easel and brush, painting his wife pleasuring herself. How long had it taken? How many times had they stopped for Mark to relieve himself?

Trevor stood rooted to the spot, entirely paralyzed with a mix of fear, arousal, and confusion. Amber raised her head and said, “Well, what are you waiting for? Come fuck me.”

The young man tore at his clothes in a blind panic. He almost tripped as he shucked off his pants, but landed on the bed and crawled over to Amber. He had never eaten pussy before, but had seen enough porn to have an idea of what to do. His shoulders pressed into the back of her thighs as he dove between her legs, eagerly, if clumsily, lapping at the beautiful slit. Amber's hands stroked through his hair, encouraging him and pulling him further and further into her. His hands stroked up and down her body as her hips started to rise and fall in rhythm with his tongue. She tasted sweet and intoxicating, causing his blood to race and his cock to throb harder and harder.

Trevor rose up from her delicious snatch and covered her in affectionate kisses until he reached her quivering breasts. His hand grabbed hold of the soft flesh, delighting in the feel of it conforming to his grip. His fingers sunk into the oversized tits, eliciting a soft moan from Amber. Greedily, he brought his mouth to her other breast, running his lips lightly over the skin until they closed around her pert nipple. As his mouth tugged and nipped, her legs rose up to wrap around his back. She could sense that he was keeping his cock away from her, but she had no need for his hesitation. Holding him in position, she felt the hot cock press against her inner thigh, already sticky with his precum. As it left a glistening smear on her thigh, she pulled him up and whispered, “Please, fuck me.”

His cock immediately found its target, wedging between her outer lips. His cockhead slid along her folds for a moment before pushing inside of her. Blinding warmth encapsulated his cock, and they both moaned as he pushed inside of her. She pulled at him, desperate to have him fully sheathed in her. The walls of her pussy groped and coaxed the invading cock forward as Amber's whole body shook with a previously unknown pleasure. She was pleased to discover that Trevor was not on the underside of average, quite the contrary. His cock felt thick and long as it pushed inside of her again and again, reaching a new depth with each thrust. His breath was ragged, and his rhythm awkward, but each spot where he touched her felt divine. A knot of tension built in her, and each thrust drove her a few steps closer to release.

Her hand went up to his neck, wrapping around and pulling his mouth down to hers. Their tongues swirled together as they fucked. She realized that Trevor had his eyes closed. She touched his face lightly, and he opened them, momentarily slowing his pace. They locked eyes, and suddenly they were much more aware of each other's body. Her hands traced light circles down his chest. She bit her lip and said, “Cum inside me. Fill me up with your spunk, Trevor, please?” Trevor grunted and shifted position slightly for more leverage, but Amber didn't stop there. “Do you want me from behind? Do you want to fuck me like the slut I am.”

She quickly positioned herself, only briefly allowing his cock to escape her. On all fours, she pushed back into him, his cock easily sliding back inside of her, and her ass pushing back against his thighs. Trevor couldn't hold himself much longer. He started humping into his girlfriend from behind, his hands roughly needing her ample ass as his orgasm began. Almost painfully, the first wave of cum rushed up his cock, and then his mind exploded with pleasure. Roughly grabbing hold of her hips, he bucked into her again and again as more and more of his cum rocketed into her pussy.

Amber's body shook with an earthquake of pleasure and satisfaction. She could feel each drop of her partner's spunk splashing against the walls of her pussy. Again her mind turned to Mark and Julie. Is this how they got pregnant? Driven wild for each other and throwing all caution aside? As Trevor's cum coated her insides, she imagined herself in the same position several months from now, but with a swollen belly and milk heavy tits. She started to cry out in pleasure and grabbed hold of a pillow to muffle her screams.

Finally spent, the pair collapsed onto the bed. Trevor pulled her into his arms and let his hands roam over her body. Amber shivered with delight at the feeling of his cum oozing from her pussy. “What the fuck brought that on?”

Some of Amber's sensibility returned to her. “Oh, oh god? What are we doing? We have to get cleaned up. I can't believe we just fucked in Mark and Julie's bed. They're going to kill me. I can never show my face around here again.”

Trevor was shocked by the sudden reversal of mood, but didn't want to wind up on his newly adventurous girlfriend's bad side. “It's ok, it's ok. We'll get this cleaned up, and no one will know the wiser. I'll still be gone before they get home. Here, you go get cleaned up, I'll get dressed and start making the bed.”

Unnerved and barely able to contain a strange desire to push Trevor to the bed and fuck him all over again, Amber composed herself and headed to the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she saw Trevor delicately sliding off the bed, trying not to further contaminate the sheets with his sticky cock. She imagined cleaning it for him, bathing his cock with her mouth slowly until it was hard again and he came down her throat.

Trevor heard the sink turn on in the bathroom and began searching for his underwear. Finding them off to the side, he picked them up and saw a strange little orb which had been hidden beneath them. Something was not quite right about the orb. It didn't seem to occupy space like it should, and it certainly didn't belong on the floor. He wanted to touch it. Trevor did not just feel desire, but a compulsion, as if the orb willed him into action. Reaching down, he took the small object into his palm and closed his fingers around it tightly.

A cold shock splintered up his arm, the feeling of touching something too cold somehow penetrating his flesh and using his bones to travel through his body. It wound it's way up to his shoulder, like an invisible serpent coiling its way around his limbs. The sensation encompassed his whole body, until it felt like he was in a suit of ice. His mind went numb, and he floated in the moment, entirely care free and at peace. This is nice, he thought, simply.

The orb in his hand suddenly turned warm. Not warm, but hot, burning hot. Trevor wanted to let it go, to throw it to the ground and never look at it again, but he couldn't. He was rigid, somehow paralyzed by the cold feeling controlling his body. The orb should have burned his skin or through his skin, it felt so hot. Instead, the cold sensation started to be drawn back into the orb, faster and faster, and Trevor had the fleeting notion that it was taking something with it.

Amber walked back into the room just in time to see the orb drop from Trevor's hand. The young man stumbled back and fell onto the bed. “Oh god, Trevor! What happened did you touch that thing?” Not only was she concerned, but jealous. The orb had been her secret, her hidden prize. Still naked, she hovered over Trevor, looking down at him, and she noticed a change.

While it was still clearly her boyfriend, his features had softened. His jawline was more curved and feminine. Though Trevor didn't seem hurt or unconscious, he did not move, instead staring up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes. Amber looked at the rest of him, searching for some malady, but finding only more peculiarities. His chest hair thinned and in most places vanished altogether. Muscle reshaped into soft tissue. Amber's eyes went wide in disbelief as his cock didn't just shrivel and go limp, but shrank, growing smaller and smaller until it was but a tiny nub. Beneath, his balls had retreated inside of him and the loose skin pulled tight until with a soft, wet pop, a pussy opened. The skin refolded into labia with the clit at the crest.

Fascinated, Amber reached out to touch the spot where Trevor's cock had been minutes before. The folds of his new pussy were soft and yielded happily to her invading fingers. At her touch, the fair faced Trevor snapped from his trance, grabbed her hand, and helped her push further into the new pussy. He let out a grateful sigh.

More changes began, imperceptible at first, but gaining speed until they were almost horrific. New fatty tissue ballooned outward from Trevor's chest. His nipples grew puffy and sensitive as they rose to the crown of new fat tits. His hips widened with barely audible cracks as his ass bubbled out into a jiggling mass of soft flesh. The rest of his body hair fell away as his dirty blond mop top lengthened into silky, shoulder length hair. Amber couldn't resist herself, the sight of her boyfriend rapidly changing into a blonde bombshell started her pussy tingling all over again. She didn't care that he was possibly losing himself, but she was fascinated by the idea of Mark coming home to find her not fucking another man, but pleasuring an equally beautiful woman.

Trevor? The young woman's inner monologue changed, it was similar to the voice she'd known her whole life, but somehow different. I was Trevor. Now, Traci. The new girl smiled at the name. Amber lowered her mouth to the pussy and delved between Traci's new folds. Traci grinded her pussy up against the invading tongue and hungry mouth, delighting in the pleasure. Amber surprised even herself with how quickly she managed to bring Traci to orgasm. The rush of fluid and squeezing thighs as her partner shuddered brought her equal pleasure.

As she wiped her mouth, she realized someone was watching them. The two naked girls looked up to see Julie standing in the doorway of the bedroom. “Mark, I found them,” she called.

Mark appeared behind her moments later. The two girls didn't know what else to do other than sit very still as he looked them over. Both found his gaze intoxicating and wanted nothing more than to have him pin them over the edge of the bed and fuck them senseless. “Oh, Amber,” he said. “And who the hell is the other one?”

Julie shrugged, “Probably her boyfriend. He snuck in to have a little hanky panky on our dime. Serves him right. No sense worrying about it now.” She quickly unfastened her husband pants and pulled a thick, nine inch cock into view. “Now, do you want to fuck the babysitter first or her friend?”

The girls grew wet at the sight and both wished their hardest to be chosen first.

Mark finished undressing and moved over to the bed, his wife behind him quickly revealing herself as well. He grabbed Amber's waist and threw her forward onto all fours. Julie stepped up beside them and took a firm grip of Mark's cock. “Don't worry girls there's plenty to go around. That little bauble isn't the only trick we have in this house.” She pushed her husband's cock against the engorged pussy lips of their babysitter and slapped Amber's ass as he filled her up.

The twenty year old art history major sank back onto Mark's cock with a grateful sigh. Maybe if she hurried and got him to cum, he would be the one to get her pregnant.

Julie climbed on the bed beside them and guided Traci down to her bald pussy. The former Trevor had no qualms shoving her face into her new mistress's pussy.

As Mark spewed his cum into Amber, he glanced at the small orb on the floor of the bedroom, and smiled.