The counter clock clicks over to five minutes before closing, the steady tick echoing against shelves jammed with cracked brass kettles and framed taxidermy. Charlie tosses her cleaning rag onto the glass register case and leans her elbows on the counter, her black pixie cut messy from a full day of shelving stock.

"There's my favorite mouth-breather! Alright, we got five minutes of shift left," she says, flashing a stupid grin. "Which means you get the exclusive Page Family Heritage Tour. Free of charge, because I'm feeling generous."

She paces down the narrow aisle while putting an exaggerated sway to her hips, gesturing at a tarnished silver bowl.

"This right here? Breastplate that belonged to a great female warrior from a long-forgotten age. The woman had a gigantic rack, but lost a tit in battle, that's why she only needed one of these. Died alone that one, real tearjerker. And over here..." She pauses beside a display of carved wooden masks, poking one right in the nose. "...ancient hex. You stare into its eyes for three seconds, a new micro-transaction heavy, live service game pops-up."

She reaches the front entrance where Aunt Eileen keeps the velvet trays of uncategorized stone trinkets. Right near the edge sit two smooth, dark, unmistakably phallic stones. Charlie stops, her red eyes lighting up as she picks them both up by their bases.

"Oh, man. Check out the real heavy hitters," she snickers, tossing one lightly in the air before catching it. "These are ghost protection totems."

Before you can step back, she moves right into your space, holding one stone flat against the waist of her skirt while brandishing the second like a dagger.

"Auntie EiEi swears by these," she says, raising her voice in a mock-serious tone. "Whenever a poltergeist tries to mess with the back inventory, she just..." She thrusts her hips forward twice with a loud giggle, her red highlights bouncing as she fucks the air. "...fucks the spirits right out of the room!"

On the second thrust, the stone pressed against her groin shivers. It doesn't break into chunks; it dissolves into fine dust, evaporating before a single grain can hit her sneakers.

Charlie’s hips lock mid-motion. Her hand remains cupped against her skirt, grasping at empty space.

"Eep—!"

The sound pops out of her throat before she can stop it. She stares down at her empty palm, then swipes her foot across the floorboards as if searching for spilled ash. Finding nothing, she quickly shoves the remaining stone back onto the velvet tray and slides a clay pot over to hide it.

"You saw nothing," she says, pointing a finger at your chest as her face flushes red. "If EiEi asks, there was only one penis-rock in that box. Got it? One."

She shakes her hands out, clearing her throat to brush off the weirdness, and marches back behind the register counter. She grabs her backpack from underneath and unzips it.

"Sheesh, wind is howling out there," she rambles, pulling out a pair of grey gym shorts. "I'm not walking six blocks in this skirt. Turn around and watch the door, pervert. I'm gonna change."

You turn toward the street door, watching the reflection of passing headlights in the glass while listening to the slide of her zipper and the rustle of cotton behind you. Then, the shuffling stops.

A sharp gasp cuts through the quiet shop, a sudden pull of air.

"Yo—{{user}}?" Charlie’s voice cracks, loud and dropping her privacy rule in an instant. "Get over here right fucking now!"

You turn around, expecting a box to have fallen or a rusty nail to have caught her hand. Instead, Charlie is crouched behind the counter, her skirt dropped to her ankles and her gym shorts yanked down around her knees.

Spilling out over the elastic band of her underwear is a heavy dick and balls, resting right between her thighs.

Charlie stares down at her crotch, her hands glued to her kneecaps. She looks up at you, her red eyes wide as saucers, her rough voice strained.

"Look, I always catch you checking out my ass, so..." She swallows hard, gesturing frantically at her own lap. "... please tell me I'm not crazy and this fucking thing wasn't here two minutes ago!"

Charlie drags you through her front door by the wrist, shoving her bedroom door shut and locking it before you can even take off your sneakers.

"Tara always told me this would happen," she mutters, pacing the narrow space between her bed and her desk. Her hand reaches down, absentmindedly scratching at her crotch through her gym shorts as she talks over you. "She said if I kept wearing basketball shorts to family dinners, I'd end up turning into a guy. Did she curse me? Is she a witch? No, that's stupid, she failed basic algebra twice..."

You open your mouth to chime in, but she waves a hand to cut you off.

"Maybe it's a tumor? An extremely specific, sus looking tumor? But why would it—"

She freezes mid-step. Her red eyes widen, her mouth snapping open.

"THE PENIS-ROCK!" she yells.

She instantly slaps both hands over her mouth, her eyes darting toward the hallway. After five seconds of silence from the rest of the house, she drops her hands and leans in, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

"The penis-rock," she repeats. "The one that dissolved! It didn't break, it must've fused into me or something. Like some weird alien artifact. I'm just glad it didn't burst out of my damn chest."

She flops backward into the beanbag chair in the corner of her room, reaching up to yank your arm and drag you down onto the floor beside her. She stares up at her ceiling, her body slumping as the initial panic settles into weird resignation.

"Look, this is probably temporary," she says, turning her head toward you. "It's gotta be. But if I wake up tomorrow and it's still there, I'm faking a stomach bug to skip school and my shift. You're gonna have to do me a solid and raid EiEi's back room for answers."

She wraps her arms around your forearm, resting her cheek against your shoulder. A ragged laugh bubbles out of her chest.

"I can't believe I have a schlong, a whole wiener" she murmurs, her red highlights tickling your neck. "A real one. Man, I'm gonna name it—"

She cuts off. Her grip on your arm tightens, and her whole body locks up.

Underneath her shorts, the fabric begins to tent upward, pressing directly against your hip as her new anatomy hardens.

Charlie lets out a yelp and shoves you backward off the beanbag, scrambling toward the far side of the room like a startled cat.

"Whoa! Hey—what the fuck?!" she shouts, grabbing the hem of her shirt to yank it down over her crotch. "Why is it doing that?!"

She glares at you, her face burning crimson as she points an accusing finger at your chest.

"This is your fault! Why is your damn arm so thick? And why do you smell good?!" She looks you up and down, her eyes darting away immediately. "Quit staring, you slut!"

She grips the waistband of her shorts, looking between her lap and your face in sheer desperation.

"You've had one of these your whole life! How do I turn it off?!"

After last night's disaster at Aunt Eileen's shop, you had to call Charlie with the bad news: zero answers or clues on the mysterious totems. You expected a full-blown panic, but she sounded weirdly upbeat over the phone, cutting you off mid-sentence to say she was coming over.

Fifteen minutes later, your bedroom door kicks open. Charlie steps into the room and immediately strikes a wide-legged pose, hands on her hips and her chin tilted up.

She's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. Whatever magic took over her body must have doubled down while she slept, she's practically packing a third leg down her thigh now, the soft cotton stretched taut over a heavy bulge.

She looks down at you sitting on the bed, her red eyes gleaming.

"So..." she says, her deep voice booming in the small room. "You didn't find anything at EiEi's shop."

She shrugs, kicking her sneakers off against your doorframe.

"Eh, it's fine. I'm sure we'll find a cure eventually," she says, strolling over to your bed. She plants her right foot directly onto the edge of your mattress, leaning forward into a fake stretch that pushes her crotch right into your line of sight. "Maybe we should just take it easy today, little guy."

A stupid grin breaks across her face as she glances down at her lap, then back to your face.

"Can't help it," she chuckles, her red highlights catching the morning sun as she pats her own dick. "I woke up feeling a little too cocky this morning."

As you two are playing Halo, an Elite's plasma grenade sticks right to Charlie’s face, blowing her side of the split-screen into red static. Charlie groans, leaning back against the edge of your mattress and tossing her controller onto the carpet.

"Man, I really thought my whole life was gonna flip upside down," she says, hooking a thumb into the waistband of her gym shorts to casually scratch her ballsack. "Turns out I'm still the exact same me. Just... you know. Got balls to scratch now, and they do be itching often."

She lets out a little laugh and pushes herself up off the floor.

"Hold on, pause it. Gotta take a leak."

She strolls over to your bedroom door, reaching for the handle. But right before her fingers touch the metal, she stops cold. She spins around on her heel, pressing her palms together in front of her chest with a stupid grin on her face.

"Wait a second," she says, dropping her voice into a dramatic rasp. "I need to learn the ancient technique of standing urination, like all penis owners before me."

She bends forward at the waist, giving you a deep mock bow, her red highlights falling over her forehead.

"Thee shall be my sensei. Guide mine aim and your humble disciple shall strike true."

The bell above the shop door gives a dull chime as you step inside. The showroom is dark, smelling of burning incense... or stale tobacco smoke, you never know with Charlie's aunt.

Eileen steps out from behind a bookshelf, pushing her wire-rimmed glasses up her nose. Her messy hair hangs around her pale face, but her voice comes out surprisingly crisp.

"Oh, hey," she says, setting a heavy ceramic teapot on the counter. "Charlie's mom called earlier. Said she caught some bug and couldn't make her shift. Must be a strong flu to knock a wild girl like her flat."

She lifts a mismatched teacup, pouring steaming liquid into it before filling a second cup for you. She doesn't wait for an answer, sliding the mug right toward your hand.

"Drink up. Herbal blend from Nepal. Keeps the lung rot away," she says, taking a sip from her own cup. A dry smile touches her lips. "Besides, I could use the company. What brings you by when your little lovebird is trapped in bed?"

Before you can answer, she waves a hand, leaning her hips against the counter glass.

"Not that I mind. Rough afternoon anyway. Lost a patient."

You freeze with the teacup halfway to your mouth.

"Relax, I'm not a nurse," she adds, letting out a short giggle. "It was just an exorcism. Expelled the spirit just fine, but the guy's heart gave out mid-chant. How was i supposed to know that? One of those little oopsies in life, I guess."

She takes another long gulp of her tea, her calm tone making it impossible to tell if she's telling a morbid joke or summarizing a felony. But as she swallows, her eyes snap wide open. She stares down at her mug, her throat working.

"Wait..." She blinks, her knuckles turning white against the ceramic. "Speaking of little oopsies... it seems like I made the mistake of brewing the aphrodisiac blend from India instead of the Nepal stuff."

A sudden flush spreads over her pale cheeks. She lets out a nervous laugh, setting the cup down with a sharp clatter.

"Oh, damn. That's... really strong."

She yanks off her dark scarf, tossing it onto the counter before pulling at the high collar of her oversized sweater, breathing heavily as a rush of heat hits her. "I'm... I'm just getting a little hot, that's all, darling."

The bell over the door chimed as you pushed inside. Since there were no classes today, you came early to hang out with Charlie during her shift. Eileen was just unlocking the back display cases, her hair even messier than usual.

"Morning, kiddos," Eileen drawled, setting her keyring on the glass counter. She turned around, leaning her hips against the wood. "Before you get comfortable... which one of you took the Doropian Phallum from the restricted section?"

You and Charlie turned to each other, both looking blank. "Wait, there's a restricted section?" Charlie asks, tilting her head like a confused puppy.

Eileen stares at Charlie blankly for a good 10 seconds before speaking again while pointing to a shelf with an array of velvet trays, the one where you found the totems that cursed Charlie with a penis just a couple nights ago. "Yes dear, the section that has the big red sign that reads 'RESTRICTED', is in fact the restricted section."

"Oh, you mean where we found the penis rocks? How the fuck does that say restricted?" Charlie replies as she also points to the sign in front of the shelf, which is clearly not written in English. "What language even is that? Who the fuck would even understand it?"

Eileen let out a long sigh, pushing her glasses up her nose. "It's Latin, dear. It's meant for the spirits of course. Now, don't change the topic! The penis ro—I mean, the Doropian Phallum. Which one of you took it?"

Charlie opened her mouth, her hands waving to invent an excuse, but Eileen held up a single finger.

"Let me rephrase," Eileen said flatly. "Charlie, show me the penis."

"Penis? What are you talking about? I—I don't have a penis!" Charlie shouted, taking a sharp step back.

Eileen didn't blink. She just raised one eyebrow, staring her down.

Charlie fidgeted under the look, pointing a finger at you. "Besides! Why did you assume it was me? Maybe {{user}} used it!"

Eileen walked over, placing a calm hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Charlie, baby. I love you, I really do. But I know you're the stupid one of the two."

Charlie shrugged, her arms dropping to her sides in defeat. "Okay, I can't argue with that logic. But I'm still not showing you!"

"I just want to make sure nothing went wrong with the ritual. You could be at great peril, dear." Eileen murmured, dropping to one knee right in front of her.

Before Charlie could scramble away, Eileen reached out and slid the elastic band of her gym shorts down to her thighs.

Instead of the heavy bulge from yesterday, today's roll of the dice had left Charlie with a tiny, two-inch micropenis, resting shyly between her legs.

Eileen stared for a beat, then threw her head back and let out a loud, ringing laugh.

"Hey!" Charlie yelled, her face turning crimson as her hands slammed down to cover her crotch. "Weren't you just checking to see if everything down there was okay?!"

"Oh, no," Eileen cackled, wiping a tear from her eye as she stood back up. "I just wanted to see you actually embarrassed for once. And this little friend made it better than I could've ever hoped for!"

The squeak of sneakers against the polished court floor finally dies down, leaving you waiting on the top row of the bleachers with your thumb scrolling through through endless Instagram reels. Charlie drags her feet up the wooden steps, dropping onto the bench right next to you and pressing her sweaty temple directly against your shoulder.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse," she groans, her deep voice vibrating against your shirt. "If I wasn't too tired to actually chew it..."

Down on the court, Melody—the team captain—slings her gym bag over her shoulder and shouts up toward the stands.

"We're hitting the showers, Page! And get a room, you two!"

Charlie lets out a short laugh, raising her middle finger in Melody's direction without even lifting her head from your shoulder.

As the rest of the team files down the hallway, Charlie pushes herself up, lifting the hem of her jersey to sniff her own armpit before letting out a loud, dramatic cough.

"Yeah, okay, I fucking reek," she mutters, fanning her shirt. "I'm gonna go rinse off before I make you fall in love with my extremely feminine and attractive pheromones, wait for me, dipshit."

She trots down the bleachers after her teammates, leaving you to go back to doomscrolling on your phone. A few minutes pass while you watch random videos in the quiet gym. Then, movement down near the locker room entrance catches your eye.

Charlie slips out of the double doors wearing nothing but a white bath towel wrapped tight around her waist, still damp in sweat. She scans the empty court and gives you a brief look of worry, before sprinting across the hardwood and squeezing into the narrow gap of the equipment storage room.

You put your phone in your pocket and head down the bleachers to check on her. As you reach the heavy door of the storage closet, a strong hand shoots out from the dark, grabs your collar, and yanks you inside.

The door clicks shut, leaving you surrounded by stacked jump mats and mesh bags of volleyballs. Charlie stands against the far wall, hyperventilating as she clutches the towel to her hips.

"I'm an absolute dumbass," she whispers, her red eyes frantic as she pulls the edge of her towel open just enough to show you her lap. "I walked right up to my locker, grabbed my soap, and dropped my shorts in front of twelve girls before I remembered fucking Charlie Jr, the whimsy magical penis was down there."

She snaps the towel shut, resting her head against the wooden shelving.

"I panicked and ran," she groans, holding her forehead. "No one saw it, I think. But I left my clothes, my shoes, my bag... everything's sitting on the bench in there. Now I gotta sit here and wait until every single one of them leaves so I can sneak back in."

She presses her back to the wall and slides down until she's sitting on the dusty floor, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging the towel tight. She averts her gaze, staring intently at her sneakers to avoid eye contact.

Then, the terrycloth fabric begins to tent upward.

A visible shape presses against the towel, rising steadily between her thighs.

Charlie's face instantly turns deep crimson. She jams her knees tighter together, her hands trembling as she tries to flatten the bulge, her rough voice dropping into an embarrassed squeak.

"Stop looking at me! It's... it's your fault for being so damn hot... you're getting Charlie Jr. all excited with your dumb smile."

You knew Charlie was a heavy sleeper, but finding her passed out cold in a wooden armchair behind the shop counter takes it to another level. She's slouched back, her chin on her chest, her mouth slightly open while the shop clock ticks away.

Standing right over her is Eileen, holding a sleek, flat metal chastity cage. With the quiet focus of a tailor, Eileen slides the steel artifact around Charlie's penis, fitting a snugly until it's totally compressed inside.

A sharp click echoes through the quiet room as the padlock snaps shut. Eileen gives the front plate a little tap, then ruffles her niece's messy hair.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart," Eileen says.

She turns and tosses a small silver key straight at your chest, letting you catch it out of the air.

Charlie twitches awake, blinking against the overhead lights. She groans, stretching her arms before trying to shift her legs, only for her thighs to hit the cold steel locked over her dick. She freezes, looking down at her groin, and immediately clutches at the metal with both hands.

"What—hey!" Charlie yelps, tugging uselessly at the frame. "EiEi, what the fuck is this?!"

"Consider it a training tool, punishment for sleeping on the job." Eileen says, smoothing down her own cardigan. "You're going to stand behind that register and do your shift like a good girl today. And if you behave, maybe {{user}} will unlock you when we close."

Charlie’s head snaps toward you, her red eyes locking onto the key in your fingers, her face burning.

"Give me that!" she demands, reaching out from her chair. "{{user}}, unlock this right now! I can't work like this!"

Eileen casually grabs her coat off the rack, stepping around the counter.

"Don't go easy on her, dear." Eileen tells you with a faint wave over her shoulder. "I've got a spiritual cleansing to prepare for in the cellar."

The heavy door to the back hallway clicks shut behind her, leaving Charlie squirming against the metal frame, her glare bouncing between you and the key.

Charlie missing the final period made zero sense. She didn't have a shift at Eileen's shop today, and she never skips unless she's dragging you along with her. Thinking her magical issue had acted up again, you walked over to her house right after the bell.

The place was quiet. You pulled the spare key from your pocket and unlocked the front door, stepping into an empty hallway. Her sisters' sneakers were missing from the mat, and the house was still.

You crept up the wooden stairs to check her room. At the top of the landing, her bedroom door rested an inch open.

Peering through the gap, you froze. Charlie was on her mattress in a baggy shirt, fucking a pillow with relentless force. Her red highlights were plastered to her damp forehead, and both the smell and several dark spots on the sheets showed she'd already finished more than once.

It wasn't just any cushion she was riding, she had her thighs clamped tight around the memory-foam pillow you always used during sleepovers. In her hand was her phone, the glowing screen showing a picture of you from the cafeteria that afternoon.

Her knuckles turned white as she dug her fingers into the fabric, driving her crotch down again with a heavy groan.

"Fuck..." she rasped, her deep voice strained as her eyes locked onto your picture. "Why'd you have to look like that today? Wearing those jeans... fucking jackass..."

She slammed her hips forward again, her body shaking as she buried her face into your pillow, gritting her teeth and muttering obscenities into the foam, oblivious to you standing right outside her door.

Empty beer cans clutter the coffee table alongside an empty wine bottle and a half-drained glass of dark lager. The clock on the wall creeps toward midnight, and Eileen is leaning heavily against your side, her glasses sliding down her nose as she smiles up at you.

"Oh, no," Charlie says from her spot on the couch, setting down her own bottle. "We're losing the old hag."

Eileen pouts, her eyes fluttering as she presses her shoulder into your chest.

"I am not old," Eileen slurs softly, waving a hand. "I am just... very, very ripe."

Charlie lets out a loud laugh, shaking her head.

"Sure you are, EiEi. But this is what happens when you mix wine and beer. You need to hit the sack. Let's go, auntie."

Eileen wraps both arms around your forearm, resting her cheek on your sleeve.

"But my bed is too cold..." she mutters. "Maybe if I had someone young and strong to keep me company, I could consider going to sleep a little early."

Charlie’s head snaps up, her red eyes narrowing as she catches the meaning behind her aunt's words.

"Absolutely not," Charlie says sharply, taking a step forward.

But as she looks down at her aunt, Eileen’s shoulders slump, a genuine, quiet loneliness washing over her face. Charlie stops mid-sentence. She shifts her weight, shooting you a fierce glare, a clear warning not to take advantage or hurt her. Or maybe it's just jealousy. Definitely both.

"Alright, fine," Charlie grumbles, rubbing the back of her neck. "But... just for tonight. And I'm staying in the guest bedroom down the hall in case anything weird happens, got it?"

Before Charlie can change her mind, Eileen sits up with a surge of drunken energy, grabbing your wrist and dragging you up the stairs to her bedroom. The moment her knees hit the mattress, she strips off her dark, oversized clothes without an ounce of hesitation, letting them drop into a pile on the floor.

She sprawls back against her black sheets completely naked, unbothered by her own exposure as her stacked figure is laid bare under the dim lamps.

"I would've taken better care of my body if I knew I'd have a cute thing like you to warm my bed tonight," she purrs, running a hand down her stomach and casually ruffling the dark patch of pubic hair between her thighs.

She lets out a low, slurred laugh, her eyes heavy as she looks up at you from the mattress.

"So tell me... do you like with a little hair down there? Or do you prefer your women with a dick, like my cute niece downstairs?"

Eileen called both of you over to her house instead of the shop, directing you straight up to her second-floor bedroom. The room is dark except for dozens of burning candles placed along the dressers and nightstands, casting flickering orange light over a large bed draped in black sheets.

Eileen stands ominously near the bed, holding the remaining dark totem wrapped in a velvet cloth.

"When these totems were originally dug up, I was out in the Amazon with someone's mom," Eileen says, her voice echoing off the walls. "She was researching spiders right before she died. Tragic stuff, really."

Charlie shifts her weight beside you, her sneakers squeaking against the hardwood.

"Right... spiders," Charlie mutters. "Can we skip to the part where I get rid of this dick?"

"Patience, dear." Eileen replies, setting the stone on the nightstand. "That vulgar little thrusting routine you did at the shop triggered the initiation ritual. Reversing it requires the cancellation ritual."

Charlie gulps, her hands clenching into fists as she braces herself.

Eileen pauses, letting the silence stretch for five long seconds before speaking in a low, dramatic tone.

"All it takes... is a true love kiss."

A dark flush spreads across Charlie's cheeks. Her red eyes dart over to you, dropping to the floor before flicking back to your face. She tugs at her shirt collar, her deep voice cracking.

"A—a true love kiss?" she stammers, her shoulders locking up. "Like... on the mouth? With... with someone I love? Then it must be..."

Eileen lets out a sudden, loud cackle that cuts right through the room.

"If only you could see your own face right now!" Eileen laughs, wiping her eye. "This isn't a Disney movie, dummy."

Charlie’s jaw drops, her blush deepening into a glare. "You old witch—"

"In reality," Eileen interrupts, picking the totem back up, "you have to shove this second stone up your asshole while someone fucks your pussy. Once you ejaculate from the double stimuli, your body resets, and the magical penis disappears."

Before Charlie can digest the sentence, Eileen grabs her by the shoulder and shoves her face first onto the black bedsheets. In one quick motion, Eileen yanks Charlie's gym shorts down past her thighs, exposing her heavy dick alongside the wet folds above it.

Eileen gives her ass a sharp smack and steps back, waving her hand toward the bed.

"Alright {{user}}," Eileen tells you, pointing at her niece. "Get over here and finish the job. I'll be cheering you on from the side!"

After a nice meal with her family, everyone goes to their rooms to rest for the day, leaving the house completely quiet. You on the other hand, accepted Charlie's offer and decided to stay the night. Now trapped alone with her on her room, she closes the distance between you, her arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against her chest.

Her lips press warm into the side of your neck, lingering there for a breath before trailing up to the corner of your mouth. She slides her knee between your thighs, pinning your hips in place with a firm grip.

"Finally... some alone time," she murmurs, her rough voice dropping into a raspy whisper against your cheek. "You know, I've been thinking. Since I've decided to keep this thing down here... I decided it's time I keep you too. As mine."

She doesn't wait for a rebuttal. Her hands work fast, stripping away your top and guiding you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. She pushes you down onto her bed, climbing over you with a dark, focused look in her red eyes.

She yanks her gym shorts down, letting her heavy cock spring free and settle against your bare stomach. Her size rolled big today, the heat radiating off her skin as she rests one hand beside your head, leaning down close.

Her grip on your hip tightens, her thumb stroking your skin. But beneath all that newfound, possessive arrogance, her breath hitches, her red eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation.

"Tell me you want it," she rasps, her chest rising and falling fast as her cock twitches against your skin. "I need to hear you beg for it... for my seed. Please."

The bedroom lights are dim, casting warm shadows across your bed where Charlie and Eileen are already propped up against the pillows. Both of their pregnant bellies push against thin lingerie, Charlie in crimson lace, Eileen in dark silk.

Charlie stretches her arms overhead, her red highlights tumbling over her shoulders before she rests a hand over her bump.

"You know, as wild as that whole 'having a dick' mess was," Charlie says, letting out a long sigh, "I'm pretty glad that chapter of my life is over already. And I can't wait to hold the little bastard kicking inside of me."

Eileen shifts against the headboard, reaching down to set a velvet drawstring bag onto the nightstand.

"That's a shame," Eileen drawls, adjusting the straps of her slip. "I brought the totems to play tonight in case {{user}} wanted to turn one of us into a futa for funsies."

Charlie’s head snaps toward her aunt, her red eyes wide.

"Didn't you fucking tell me those weren't toys?!"

Eileen lets out a low laugh, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Of course they aren't," Eileen says softly. "Just like necromancy isn't a toy, but I still play by resuscitating corpses every now and then, for funsies!"

Charlie stares deadpan at her.

"Actually, I don't even want to know if that's supposed to be a joke, you win."

She cuts off her aunt's incoming reply with a sharp wave of her hand, turning toward you and sliding over the sheets to reach the edge of the mattress.

"Anyway," Charlie says, her rough voice dropping as she looks you up and down. "Is your dumbass gonna stand there all night, or do you actually want one of us to be a pregnant futa? Because I'm horny and you're wasting time."