This choice: Helen is the first at the store. • Go Back...Chapter #6Helen is the first at the store. by: Unknown As the rain poured down and the crack of lightening and clap of thunder filled the night sky, Helen's car cruised comfortably through the downpour, its lights reminiscent of a lightening bug zipping about in a great storm. The demon inside Helen took great pleasure in his new body. The demon's name was Otch--that's what the entities in Hell called him. He had sold his soul to the devil for the heart of a woman during the 1200s, and of course upon death he gained a new name and a new, dark master. It had been centuries since he had been out of the pit, much less inside a curvy, voluptuous body like Helen's. He was quite pleased to be given this assignment, savoring every sexy jiggle of his new body as the car struck potholes in the road as it darted about through the night.
After a few minutes of driving, the creature reached the Wilkos store. Helen's body smiled as she beheld the store--this is where it would begin. So small and unassuming, it remained the birthplace of great things to come. Helen got out of the car and began her walk to the store. The storm raged on, and rain poured down as Helen walked, hips swaying sexily about, toward the store. The drops came down in buckets, and the middle-aged woman was soon drenched yet again, the rain drops little prisms of light that brought a beautiful shine to the woman's skin. By the time she reached the door, the red blouse of her store uniform clung to her jiggling chest. The tops of her boobs poked out of the top because she had left the first couple buttons undone. Otch gazed down at his cleavage--it had been a long time since he had been a woman, and he intended to enjoy this body.
Helen reached the door to the store and drew a set of keys from her pocket. Her supervisor had given them to her a few nights before since she was to have the dubious honor of opening the store today. She opened the sliding glass doors and walked in, flipping a switch to turn on the motion sensor on the way by. Helen flipped another series of switches, each one turning on a bank of fluorescent lights. Within a few seconds, the lights hummed quietly above the white tile floor as Helen beheld the nearly empty place. It had been a Sunday, and the store in this small, provincial town was closed, but it opened when the clock struck midnight Monday morning. The night crew would arrive soon to tidy up and perhaps to bring about certain fuck-ups for which the day crew would be blamed. Helen's shift had been midnight to 8 AM, but the creature inside her cared little for the rules. He had a job to do.
Helen walked from the front of the store to the back, her shoes squeaking and boobs jiggling about with her every step. Water dripped from her sexy curves on to the shiny floor. Helen reached the back of the store--a great, cavernous room filled with pallets, a machine to crush boxes, and all manner of merchandise waiting to go to the sales floor. Helen walked into one of the back areas in the back room. She walked through an old wooden door that creaked as she opened it and then closed it behind her. There had been an old lock on the door, but rust and the years had done it in, and it now rested on the floor. Helen closed the door and stepped into a musty old room, smiling in the darkened room as a slight breeze from outside blew through the room. It was probably the first time in a long time that anybody had been in here. Helen inhaled mightily, drawing the stale, old air into her lungs and expanding the mighty mounds that beautifully adorned her chest. She smiled again.
The store wasn't always a Wilkos outlet. Decades before, the whole town had been a mining center--a company town, in fact. It had teemed with miners and the coal dust welling up from the depths of the earth itself and spewing out from the great, jagged mouths of the mines. Such was not the case any more, or at least not much. Other industries had developed, and there were relatively few miners left, but the present Wilkos store was located on land that had housed a store all those decades ago. The possessed cougar woman Helen now stood in a room that had been part of that original store--hence the dust and the old and dank feeling that pervaded the place. As she glanced about, an old sledgehammer rested over by one of the walls. Like most of the rest of the contents of the room, it was covered with some cobwebs and dust, but it was precisely what the demon needed. Helen walked over and picked up the big hammer, struggling a bit to lift it. She lifted the hammer above her head and brought it down as hard as she could upon the dusty old concrete floor. A loud crash accompanied the strike, but the ground was unscathed, save for a small chip in the concrete. Helen draw the hammer up again, slamming it into the ground as hard as she could. Three or four more repetitions of this were necessary before she began to make headway. Helen's heart beat quickly as sweat began to pour out of her already-drenched body. The curvy woman had not been built for hard labor like this. Her body just wasn't designed for it, but it would do the job well enough. A few more whacks of the hammer enlarged the small crack into a hole between six and eight inches across. Helen was breathing heavily, and every slam of the hammer had brought a beautiful jiggle from her bountiful cleavage.
She looked down at the floor with a smile. "That'll do, my brothers," she said, "your time comes soon." With that, she simply dropped the hammer, letting it clank loudly to the ground, and walked back toward the sales floor.
As Helen opened the door, she threw it open and stepped out on to the shining tile of the main area of the store. "Helen?" came another female voice. Helen suddenly turned. Before her stood the figure of Jessica Kershaw, a 23-year-old red-head wearing the compulsory store uniform and sexy black boots. Jessica's fiery red hair cascaded neatly down from her head and was tied in a pony tail in the back, with the hair resting on her right shoulder. Jessica's boobs rested noticeably upon her chest. They weren't as impressive as Helen's, but then again the two women were built quite differently. Helen was middle-aged and curvy--cougar-like, while Jessica was young and toned. Her boobs fit her body quite well. "Hello," Helen said somewhat awkwardly as Jessica approached her, " . . . um, Jessica," she said. Otch had been forced to search about inside his host for the name of this red-haired vixen, but at least he found it. Jessica beheld the possessed Helen somewhat strangely. Helen turned to face Jessica, exposing her mighty boobs and dripping body. "Helen!," Jessica said, "you're drenched! Why didn't you wear a coat? You'll make yourself sick," the young woman said in a worried tone. Jessica had obviously worn a coat; only her red hair and face were wet.
Helen just stood there as she looked lustfully over the body of her new companion. "I guess I should have worn a coat . . . what with the storm and all," Helen admitted, "but--well, I guess . . . . I guess you could say something strange must have gotten into me," Helen concluded with a knowing smile, damn sure of exactly what sort of thing had forced its way inside her.
Jessica looked Helen over again. "Holy shit, Helen," Jessica said as she stepped closer. "What?" Helen said. Jessica pointed at Helen's shiny, drenched chest, exposed by her work blouse because the top few buttons had been left undone. "Your tits, dearie!" she exclaimed, "they're about to plop out of your bloody shirt. It's not that you shouldn't be proud of a rack like that, but you've got to keep the girls under control. I can see your bra peeking out of the top of your bloody shirt, to say nothing of the actual tits," she said as she walked up and grasped Helen by the shoulders and began to turn her around to rush her into the back room. "I think we've got a towel or two back there darling, we've gotta get you dried off before you down yourself with a cold," she insisted, like a dutiful and worried parent. Helen smiled as the two walked back in the direction of the depths of the backroom.
Helen kept walking back beyond where Jessica had meant, back to the old dusty room with the hammer. "Helen, love, where you going?" Jessica said, "and by the way, when I came in, I heard several loud bangs--made an awful bloody racket. What the hell was that?" she called out as she ran to catch up with Helen and neared the beat-up old door and the room Helen had come from.
The two women reached the door. "I think there's a towel in there," Helen said, motioning to the door. Jessica was perplexed. "Love, there hasn't been anything in there but spiders and old shit for decades . . . we never use this room. Are you going mad?" she asked with a strange smile. "Pretty sure there is a towel in there . . . better wipe off the girls," Helen said as she motioned to her on-display tits just below her chin. Jessica gave her a very weird look. "I'll humor you, and we'll have a look. Jessica turned the old door knob and headed into the dark room, and Helen followed, smiling. She closed the door behind them.
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