A Friend for Peter
Part 2
The infant that had once been one of the worst bullies Peter had ever encountered, had finally stopped regressing. The baby writhed in its overwhelming clothes and wailed loudly. It was the most helpless, pitiful sight Peter had seen in his young life.
He was still quite naked - and still in the presence of Julie.
Peter could not bare look at the baby in front of the locker room door any further. He turned his attentions back to the nude figure standing behind him. Only, she was no longer standing when he turned to face her. She was instead floating in mid-air with her eyes closed, running her fingers through her vibrant hair.
"Oooh.... It's been so... very... long." Said Julie. Peter decided to give up on taking the events in and coping with them in a rational order. He had crossed over into some twisted reality that held more secrets than the one in which he had been born. He felt the urge to just drift away with the insanity.
"Julie...w-what have you done?"
Her arms and legs spread out, giving her a star-shape of sorts. For the first time, Peter had full view of a female's pubic region. It seemed more like a maroon splash in violent contrast with her pale flesh, rather than just pubic hair. He could also notice the crease of her vulva disappearing between her sculpted thighs. After a few more moments, she smiled and purred deeply before lowering her arms and opening her eyes again. She regarded Peter with a sort of abstract affection.
"Mmmmm.... Peter. It's been so...so...very long. Thank you."
"What is happening? This can't be real...this...can't..." Julie floated forward until she was within reaching distance of Peter. He half expected her to devour him or to reduce him to the age and size of David Mullon. Instead, she extended a graceful hand, and touched her finger to his lips.
"Shhhh......" All the fears and uncertainties that had swum around in Peter's frightened mind dissipated almost instantly. The touch of her finger brought an odd, bluish, throbbing sensation that permeated his vision. The throbbing traveled through his entire body.
All was at peace.
All is the serpent's motion. The thought traveled through Peter's mind, and it felt right, although he had no idea what in the hell it meant.
"We have things to discuss, Peter. We have much to discuss. My thoughts are clearer now. Much clearer. I would have spoken more to you last night, but things were...darkled."
"Yes....darkled." Peter mumbled.
The bluish throbbing that was coursing throughout his body changed to a reddish, pink. Gooseflesh spread throughout his body, and he found himself becoming horny. Quite horny, in fact. Julie brought the hand in front of his face down to his genitals, where she took him in hand. Peter sighed with pleasure.
"Lie down, Peter. Please lie down and let me show you," Julie whispered in a sensual voice that made Peter's erection ache with building pressure. He found himself getting on the cold floor of the locker room. Where he had feared David's sexual advances, he now felt serenely at peace with the being that was about to do what he had only dreamed of.
With seemingly no interest in kissing or stroking whatsoever, Julie positioned herself above him and slowly lowered down onto his penis. He could feel himself within the recesses of her womanhood, and to his surprise, the pinkness that pounded through his body was replaced by blue sparks that flashed before his eyes...that sent tingles throughout his body. Peter could feel himself being lifted from the ground and Julie's legs wrapping around him.
Peter glanced over at the crying baby, and saw the door open. This should have alarmed him, yet he felt perfectly safe. A janitor entered carrying a mop and bucket, and nearly tripped over the crying baby at his feet. He seemed to not notice
Peter.
that there were two juveniles locked in sexual intercourse, suspended above the ground by four feet at least.
Peter...look at me. They cannot see us on this level.
Peter brought his gaze back up to Julie. She was smiling, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that was inescapable; yet she continued rocking her hips in sync with his eager thrusts.
Peter. I am the traveler. Do you understand what I am saying?
(No. I don't.) Peter could no longer speak, but his thoughts seemed to interact with her more efficiently.
I am the traveler, Peter. I have been watching. I have been waiting. Know that. They took my body away from me, Peter.
(Who?)
They took my body, long ago, Peter. The world was young, and we built many things, Peter. We did not make the world, but we tried to remake the world...Peter. Do you understand?
(No), Peter answered, yet something seemed to click in his mind. There were faint glimmers of things. Ancient things that had been lost to history.
We were all mad. Reason had left us. All that remained was insanity, Peter. The world hated us, Peter. It hated us. We were wiped from the Earth, Peter. But not me. No. Not me. They had taken my body. They set me to wander. They sent me to learn, Peter. They wanted to know the secrets. They wanted to know the Serpent, Peter. But, they are all gone now, Peter. All gone. I am alone. I am cold, and yet I want to live again. Peter. Help me live again. Help me walk. I deserve to live just like they did before the world rejected them Peter.
Peter could feel the rhythm increasing with the urgency of her thoughts. She wanted him to understand. She was going to fuck the understanding into him, quite frankly.
Peter...I must walk on this Earth again. I was sent away, but I must walk. I must! My quest...my purpose...Peter...has ended. I must start a new purpose. I must create again. I must walk among the physical again, Peter. You can help me. Yes?
(How can I help you? I can't even handle junior high!) "Julie" laughed at his response. She lowered her head and licked his chest hungrily.
You are already helping me. You have chosen me as your friend Peter. I am your companion, darling. And, you are mine. That was the first step. Now I need duration Peter. Understand?
(Duration, as in time?)
Duration...as in what I took away from David. The more duration I absorb, the more I am linked with this world. I need more, Peter. We can find more, Peter. In fact, I think you know a few people you would like to teach a lesson to. The ones who beat you and left you for dead in the cemetery? They did not expect me to find you, did they?
(What were you doing there? What are you?!)
There is a young girl buried there, Peter. Her name in life was Julie. The only way I can keep functioning in this in-between state is by feeding on the residual energy of the deceased, Peter. I melded with Julie's body, giving me the glimmers of her former life. Her fears. Her love. Her attractions. She has long since moved to the higher path of the Serpent, but there is enough of her previous life left behind for me to salvage for myself.
(You live off her past?)
I have lived off the past of so many departed souls. It is all I have, and yet it was not mine to begin with. I must breathe again, and only you can help me, Peter. Through the duration of your enemies, I shall regain my life, Peter.
Peter had no problem whatsoever with having a little fun with his enemies, in fact, he could not wait any longer. Julie knew this, too. If she was using him, it was a co-dependance. (After we get your life back, what happens then?) Peter asked.
Peter, with a physical form of my own, I will be able to do anything, but without you, it is worth nothing. Travel with me, Peter. There is a world beyond this school and that cemetery. I could make it so you would want for nothing again. We would be free to explore and see distant lands.
(Yes! Take me with you!) Peter could not help himself. She had struck a nerve with him. He hated his school. He hated his life. He was beginning to believe that there was nothing left of the world aside from the small town of Argood. He wanted to travel. He craved for the adventures that would certainly come. Most of all, he wanted to fall into the sweet embrace of Julie. He wanted her to take him into her over and over again for all eternity.
The conversation ended, and all that remained was the sounds of their sweet lovemaking. The janitor, somewhere back in the physical world, was gathering up the infant and
taking him to show The Principal.
***
"So, Kathy..." Britney turned and asked as the five girls showered. "What happened to loverboy?" Several other girls giggled, but their mockery was directed to the little seventh grader who had spread all of those preposterous rumors about Kathy.
"Oh, he found out the hard way that no one fucks with Marty's girlfriend." Kathy smiled with pleasure as she kneaded the shampoo into her full-bodied hair that drove boys crazy - envious girls even crazier.
"Marty kicked his ass?"
"Yeah, Britney!" Cynthia said with a hey-didn't-you-hear sort of tone. "It's all over the school!"
"Hey, I was late today, I didn't get to hear about it in home room."
"Yeah!" Another girl - Melissa - happily chimed in. "They beat the piss out of him in the graveyard near school. Marty and Curtis both. They left his ass out there, too."
"He was out like a light when we got done with him," Kathy spoke up, reclaiming the story that rightfully belonged to her, and not Melissa's. The little slut always tried to monopolize the conversation, like she was some sort of fucking prima donna. The only reason why she even came close to competing with Kathy was for her uncanny ability to spread her legs just enough to get the guys salivating, then quickly slamming them shut when she was absolutely sure she had them under her control. If I used my cunt for attention, all the fun would be taken out of boy teasing, Kathy reassured herself.
To make matters somewhat worse, Melissa had a body that was every bit up to par with Kathy's. Kathy wished her perfect physique could intimidate Melissa the Cock Tease like it did other girls, but no such luck.
Kathy's train of thought was derailed when she felt an odd sensation, as though something had tickled the back of her neck. She reflexively slapped at it, but felt nothing odd there. It must have just been a wayward hair tickling her. She paid it no bother and continued washing.
"Hey girls, check it out!" Cythia shouted from the doorway leading out of the showers. The three other girls of the uber-clique looked up and smiled when they saw her holding a poloroid camera. Any other girls remaining in the shower turned bright shades of red, covered their developing bodies the best they could, and scurried out the door before they could be caught by the flash.
"Cynthia you dyke! We always had suspicions, but we never thought you would come out of the closet like this!" All the girls burst out laughing. Cynthia laughed as well, but was blushing.
"Hey shut up! I thought we could take a picture and give something for our boyfriends to drool at! C'mon!"
"Well, I'll get Fat Betty to take a picture, then!" Suggested Cythia as she stood in front of the homely girl who just wanted to get out of the shower and get dressed. "C'mon Betty! Either help us out or I start snapping pictures and post them on every boy's locker in the school, even The Principal's door."
Betty considered her bleak options for a moment, and decided to oblige her classmates. Afterall, they were the ones getting photographed. Maybe it would even place her in good favor with Kathy Hennly. Maybe she would even set Betty up with Curtis. He was so dreamy! "Okay, sure." She finally spoke.
"Great!" Cynthia ran over to the other three girls where they wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders. They all posed their bodies in suggestive manners and smiled pridefully. Other girls were gathering around the shower entryway, watching the spectacle with bemused interest.
"I don't think I would be flaunting so little if I were them," One girl from outside jeered. Kathy's arrogant smirk diminished slightly at that comment. How fucking dare the little trollop! Kathy marked the girl for revenge. Such insolence had to be stopped in its tracks. Especially the sort of insolence that came from a girl who plainly stuffed her bra still.
The blinding flash came next, Cynthia stepped out of the shower, taking the camera from Betty and began shaking the developing picture in her hand. "Hey Cythia, with a hand that fast, I know why Charlie's always over at your house on the weekends!" Cynthia flipped off Melissa as she continued to shake the photograph.
"Fuck you, Lissa... fuck you very much." Kathy and Britney giggled like seventh graders at the little exchange. Kathy couldn't help but feel giddy. It must have been from the thrill of being naked in front of other people and....HUH?
With Kathy shaking her head annoyingly at her own behavior, the four girls gathered around the developing picture to view the image that was sure to get the boys hard. After the image had properly developed, Cynthia frowned a little and walked away, setting the camera down on a bench. She had heard of cameras making people look larger, but she seemed slightly smaller. In fact, she felt that the picture had only accentuated her already small bust size.
Kathy noticed Cynthia's behavior and smirked a little. She looked at Melissa's image on the photo and her smile widened even more. "Why Melissa, you know they have Wonder Bras for late bloomers."
"Fuck off, Kat!" Melissa lashed back with perplexed agitation. "By the looks of you, your mom's gonna need to buy you a Miracle Bra." Melissa stalked away ruefully. Kathy would have considered Melissa's bitchiness as a tactical victory, only something didn't seem right about her own image. She had spent so much time throwing stones at the other girls, that she had not paid enough attention to her own glass palace.
Her image in the photograph looked inadequate too! In fact, her body seemed less defined than even Melissa's slim pickings. She handed the picture to Britney to stare at. She seemed just as confused about how odd she appeared in the photograph to even notice the other girls.
"I hate Poloroid cameras, the pictures always turn out so ugly," Britney whined in a higher voice than she should have had. She coughed, trying to clear her throat. Cynthia decided to block the whole incident out of her mind altogether by retreating to the sanctity of a bathroom stall.
Cynthia usually had to pee when she was nervous, and now was one of those times. She could not - or maybe did not want to - think. Just sit down on the seat and calm down, girl. She told herself. She would just wait till everyone left the locker room before re-emerging from the stall and then get dressed. She really did not want to be seen naked again. But, for now...she would just get her mind together and-
The lunch bell rang loudly - which literally frightened the piss out of her. She had not sat down in time, and all she could do was look in growing horror at the warm puddle expanding at her feet. She gasped in a childish voice that only frightened her even more, which made her pee flow totally unencumbered. She had no hope of stopping it. The sound of her tinkling seemed to almost echo in her hears, which were burning red along with her face.
***
Not wanting to skip an exciting lunch of bagels and bottled water, aspiring anorexics and girls that were just hungry for a soybean burger cleared out of the locker room as quickly as possible - save for Britney, Melissa, Cynthia, and Kathy. Their little photo-shoot had delayed them crucially.
Kathy turned the dial in the proper order before quickly removing her clothes from its rusty confines and trying to get dressed. She pulled her loose panties - whathefuck? - over her hips aand began putting on her bra, only it must have been way out of adjustment. The straps were loose, it didn't fit as snugly around her, and the cups seemed overly spacious. Had she accidentally picked up Fat Betty's underwear? Of course, Fat Betty had no tits to speak of, save for two flabby bumps. Still, who had bigger tits? Kathy began to wonder just how many people were more developed than her after all? Whose bra and panties had she accidentally stuffed in her locker?
Fuck it, she thought to herself in angst. She would just go free-bagging for the day, that's it. The idea of wearing Fat Betty's or someone else's panties made her skin crawl, she took them back off, which seemed to slide off her form easier than they had gone on. She would just not wear any panties at all, and if Marty slipped one of his hands in her pants, he would be in for a surprise. Kathy brightened a little at that thought.
Next came her T-shirt and blue-jeans. She pulled the roomy Smashing Pumpkins shirt over her head and looked down at her chest. It wasn't so bad. Her nipples protruded a little, but after she put on her jacket, those minor details would be unnoticeable.
Kathy made a quick mental note never to wear that T-shirt again. It did nothing to accentuate her body at all.
She stepped into the legs of blue-jeans and pulled them up. The jeans that had once been somewhat snug-fitting now buttoned with way too much ease. Maybe she brought the wrong pair? But if she had, why had she not brought a belt along with them? She pulled them up a little, trying to free the heels of her feet from the pantlegs. No such luck. The pants were just too big for her.
"SHIT!" Some kid swore from behind Kathy. Puzzled, Kathy turned around to see who the young girl was who was changing in the locker room with them. To add to the mountains of growing perplexity, she did not see a kid.
She saw two kids, who had to be none other than Britney and Melissa.
Melissa turned around with a frustrated look that Kathy immediately sympathized with, only Melissa looked different...almost like a twelve year old who had decided to dress up in one of her slutty, big sister's outfits. It would have been comical, had Melissa herself not been the slutty, big sister.
***
When the flow of urine went from steady stream, to trickle, to a couple of drops; Cynthia yanked several feet worth of toilet paper from the dispenser and began cleaning the floor at her feet. With most of the evidence soaked up in toilet paper, she grabbed another yard or so to clean the piss that dripped down her inner thighs.
Just when she thought she had gained control of the situation again, Cynthia reached the junction of her thighs for the final wiping and saw something that pushed her over the edge.
Cynthia screamed at a glass shattering pitch that caused the other three young girls to come running to the bathroom stalls - more or less clothed. The child-like voice was difficult to identify as Cynthia's, but they were certain that it belonged to her. Kathy, Melissa, and Britney themselves had been on the verge of screaming before Cynthia had beaten them to it.
The old bathroom stalls, all having long-since broken locks, were no obstacle for the girls. Kathy, still being the leader when things came down to the nitty-gritty, swung the bathroom stall open and gaped in astonishment.
Standing behind a soaked wad of toilet paper, was an eleven year-old Cynthia. What little of a chest she had once partially enjoyed, was gone. Her hand, which had been reflexively covering her crotch moved away after seeing her friends before her. It was as bare as it had been the first time around at being eleven.
The significantly reduced girls looked at each other...really looked at each other. Kathy's Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt hung flatly against her chest, and she had to hold up her long pants just to keep them on. Melissa's blouse was maybe not completely flat, for there were still a couple of nipple-bumps protruding - damn that slut - but it now completely covered her stomach, where it had once displayed her belly-button piercing. Her panties seemed too lose for her own good. Britney was wearing nothing but a huge sweater that came down to mid-thigh.
Britney stretched the collar of the sweater back a little and surveyed the damage. Her breasts had joined the other girls' in obscure oblivion. Without those former attributes in the way, she could see all the way down to where her pubic hair would have been. She began sobbing helplessly.
"W-what's h-h-happening to us?" Whispered Cynthia, hoarsely. For that, none of the girls had an answer.
To be continued...
Máire Flynn (maireflynn@cs.com)