Chelsea's knuckle began to turn white as she bit down on the pillow. Her body began to tremble, her excess weight rippling slightly. Her fingers were squished between her billowy thighs, plunging deeper and more erratically as Chelsea let out a quiet whimper. Chelsea laid there, face-down on the bed, for a few minutes, panting and sweaty. And then, grumbling about her life, she sat up, closing the video on her phone spewing out audio.
"Eh, smells fine." Chelsea mumbled as she sniffed a pair of panties she'd worn the past few days without washing them. Judging to to "smell fine", she put them on, soon accompanied by a pair of gray sweatpants and a red hoodie sitting atop her clothes pile. "Least it's not raining..." Chelsea grumbled, slipping on some sandals and heading out of her apartment. As she walked, her mouth never stopped spewing out complaints and grumbles about any number of things before, with a loud expletive, focusing entirely on the sudden rain.
"Hello!" A square-jawed man bellowed as Chelsea ducked into the nearest building. "I am-"
"Migraine, keep it quiet." Chelsea grunted, scowling at the man as she walked further within the practically empty costume shop. "Shit. Halloween party, almost forgot..." She mumbled, glancing around at something cheap and easy to wear for the party a little over a week away. Eventually, with a sigh, she honed in on a cheap pair of demon horns. As she reached out to grasp them, however, a hand grasped her wrist.
"Charles Weyrd." The man said, releasing Chelsea's wrist as she tried to calm her heart from the sudden scare. "Madame, I cannot recommend such a thing to you."
"Why not? It's for sale, and-"
"If you insist, you may purchase it. But I assure you, you'd prefer one of our specialty items." The man, Charles, interrupted, gesturing to a counter back near the jewelry and accessories section before walking back there himself. Chelsea didn't even realize she was following him until she had arrived, more than slightly confused about the "spell" she was apparently under. "A ring? Necklace? Earrings? Mask? Bodysuit? Or perhaps-"
"H-Hold on!" Chelsea interrupted, glancing back at the cheap pair of novelty devil horns. "My budget's not enough for-"
"I assure you, I accommodate all budgets, Madame Harris." Charles interrupted, chuckling as Chelsea's face displayed a look of shock from him knowing her name. "Or do you prefer Chelsea? A first-name basis is a bit informal, but I'll accommodate your preferences." He said, grinning as he reached under the counter to grab a few items to present to Chelsea...
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