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[ENF/EUF] Fun with the Magical Mischief Maker
Fun with the Magical Mischief Maker
by Lewd Lee "Okay, calm down, and say that again. Damn, you look strung out. You sure everything's okay? You look like you could use some sleep more than another coffee." said Mike. His friend John had missed the last two days of school, and looked like he hadn't slept in that time, either. John's mind was still racing at the possibilities of the remote. He was so excited and aroused that he actually hadn't been able to sleep for the last two days. "Okay," restarted John. "I got home from school Wednesday and found a small package addressed to me. When I opened it, I found a device--a remote control--something like that inside. It came with these weird 1950s-style instructions. I thought it was a gag gift, you know, like those old-time X-ray glasses or hand buzzers? But, dammit Mike, the thing actually works!!" "But where have you been these last two days? Home sick?" "Not really," admitted John. "My folks are out of town for the next few days. My mom's visiting my aunt in California and my dad's in New York on business. So, I said 'fuck it' and ditched school these last two days." "Well, we graduate in six weeks and have already been accepted to college, so yeah, ditching at this point is no big deal. Senioritis, right?", said Mike. "Damn straight." "So," Mike prompted, “let’s see this remote, or whatever. What does it do?" John surreptitiously pulled the device out of his pocket and laid it on the table. It was about the size of a smartphone, and as thick as a pack of cigarettes. It had what looked like a teardrop shaped red gem in the center, with the pointed end of the teardrop aimed forward. Around the gem was a ring of numbers from 0 to 11. It looked to Mike that the gem would stay put while user would slide the ring until the desired number was in front of the gem, which was currently pointing at 0. Four buttons sat in a square configuration near the back: red, yellow, green, and blue. John leaned in close to Mike. "Take out your cellphone. See that blonde goddess behind you, in the pink leggings? Don't turn around; use your front camera and aim behind you." Mike had his camera out and got the young woman in frame. "Ooh, yeah. Very nice." The woman was in her early twenties, wearing a royal blue tank top to complement her pink exercise leggings and matching flip flops. Her wavy blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was intently reading her smartphone and sipping her latte. "Okay," said John quietly. "Watch her leggings and don't freak out. I'm going to see if I can change their color without her noticing." He slid the ring to the 2 setting, turned the remote in the direction of the woman, and pressed the red button. "Leggings, white, yellow, back to pink," he whispered, and then pressed the green button. The woman's leggings faded instantly from pink to white, and then went from white to canary yellow in the next instant, and finally went back to their original pink. "What the...did you do that?? With that remote??" asked Mike. The woman didn't notice anything and kept on checking Instagram and sipping her drink. John smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary and nodded. "So, it can...change things' colors in real life? That's...strange. Can it do anything else?" "Fuck, yeah!", said John. "This time let's do something she'll notice. Level 4 should be good enough." He slid the ring to the 4 setting, pressed the red button, and began to whisper... * * * * * The first thing Alyssa noticed was her hair. She reached behind her head to find that the ponytail had fallen apart. Did the hair tie break? She didn't feel it in her hair anymore. Maybe it fell to the ground. She got out of her chair and bent over to look behind where she was sitting. The two younger guys at the table across from her were probably going to ogle her, she figured, but at least her exercise routine kept her butt looking great. Her eyes suddenly went wide and her jaw dropped as the sound of fabric ripping filled the coffee shop. Suddenly, her snug new leggings weren't so snug around her butt! She reached behind in horror to feel nothing but her exposed ass and the top of her Victoria’s Secret sports thong. Her pants had completely split in the back, from the crotch all the way up through the waistband! She quickly grabbed her phone, and then scurried out the door, trying to cover her bare cheeks with her Dooney and Burke clutch. * * * * * The rest of the store murmured and giggled as the woman rushed out to her car, ass cheeks jiggling from behind her purse. Someone in line at the register let out a wolf whistle. Mike was too stunned at what he had just seen to say anything. He simply turned back to face John in amazement. "Pretty cool, huh?" John grinned. "Now, go home and get that new camcorder you got for your birthday, and bring it over to my house. We've got work to do." End of Chapter 1 |
Great work. I've written one enf story and am writing an euf story, but that's stalled. I know it can take a lot of effort to write even one chapter.
I hope you continue this story. |
Chapter 2 coming soon
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I'm rewriting Chapter 2 right now. The whole point is to write colorful descriptions of the sexy and funny ways the guys use the remote on the different girls they see, and the girls' reactions to being zapped by it. I'm trying to limit each section to about 1000-1500 words, and to avoid boring exposition dumps regarding the remote's backstory, how it works, etc. I don't want to make you wade through a dry instruction manual when you just came here to see the tartan miniskirts of every waitress at the Tilted Kilt suddenly rip off simultaneously. |
Chapter 2!
Chapter 2
Barely an hour after watching John use the remote to burst open the back of a woman’s pants, Mike was at his friend’s house with his new high-resolution camera. The two of them sat on the couch in the den, with the remote on the coffee table in front of them. As his friend played around with the camera, Mike studied the instructional flyer that came with the remote. The remote was a product of something called Eugene Labs, for which no location was given. The artwork really did look like something out of the late 1950s or early 60s, Mike noted. A 40-something white man with dark, Brylcreemed hair smiled out from the document. Two younger men were pointing the remote at three young women, and all five were dressed in late ‘50s fashions. One girl’s panties had fallen to her ankles while her dress was blowing up Marilyn Monroe style, the second girl’s sweater had burst open to reveal a well-filled bullet bra, while the back of the third girl’s jeans had split wide open, revealing a pair of flower-print briefs. All three girls had varying expressions of alarm on their faces as they desperately tried to preserve their modesty. “The Magical Mischief Maker!” announced the flyer. “Amaze Your Friends! Scandalously Fun! A Swell Time Guaranteed!” it promised. Mike turned over the back of the flyer. There was just a diagram of the remote and one simple sentence at the bottom. “Set ring to setting 1 and push yellow button for instructions,” he read aloud. “Do it,” said John. “And prepare to be amazed. Just sit back and watch; don’t worry about recording anything yet.” Mike slid the ring to 1, pressed the yellow button, and leaned forward on the couch in anticipation. A strange wave of blue and white light radiated out from the remote, and the den began to fill with ghostly figures and shapes that materialized into solidity as the rest of the den furniture faded away, save the couch and the coffee table. A man appeared in front of him, about 6 feet tall and wearing a suit. Mike’s eyes widened when he recognized him as the real-life version of the man from the flyer. A bright and cheerful instrumental piece filled the air, reminiscent of the educational videos of so long ago. The den now looked like the set of an episode of Mad Men. “Hello there, young man! Were you looking for more help on how to use the Magical Mischief Maker?” asked the man with 1950s narrator cheer. “My name is Eugene. I’m the founder of Eugene Labs and the inventor of the Magical Mischief Maker! What is your name, son?” Mike tried to speak, but his voice came out as barely a croak when he answered. “Well, Mikey! It’s very good to meet you today. If you will be joining Johnny on his exciting adventures with our Magical Mischief Maker, then you should know a little about how it works. Sit back, listen, and enjoy the show!” Mike watched with the rapt attention he normally reserved only for blockbuster superhero movies. The magical presentation featured the adventures of two young men named Billy and Jimmy as they used the remote on different girls in their high school and attractive women in their community. Skirts went flying, buttons went popping, and seams went ripping everywhere. The magic wasn’t limited to telekinesis, and the power of the device to transform women’s clothing went far beyond simply a change in color. A pretty young teacher’s sensible dress disappeared in a flash and left her in Bettie Page pinup attire in front of her classroom. Every girl at the city pool had her bathing suit suddenly transformed into an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini. Most remarkably, at the highest settings, the device could transform bodies as well. The snobby, buxom prom queen was caught in a lie. Her DD-cup chest suddenly deflated to nothing, her strapless gown crashed to the floor, and her nose began to grow like Pinocchio’s. Another scene saw the boys visit the downtown office of Billy’s father. Jimmy set the ring to setting 10 and pushed the blue button. Work came to a screeching halt when every woman in the typing pool was suddenly stripped topless and their bustlines grew 3 cup sizes. Calypso music filled the office air, and every secretary cried out in surprise as their newly enlarged breasts began bouncing, flexing, and shaking in time with “Jump in the Line” by Harry Belafonte. “Damn,” said Mike, watching the dancing tits in the typing pool. “I don’t think either of us are creative enough to come up with something like that.” Suddenly, Eugene paused his narration and turned to Mike. “There, there, young man. Don’t get discouraged! Billy and Jimmy were not that creative, either. If you see a pretty girl but can’t decide what to do to her, just press the blue button! When you press the blue button, the creative forces inside the machine will come up with something you and Johnny are sure to find entertaining. All you have to do is stand back and watch.” The presentation began to wrap up. Billy and Jimmy had now gone on to state college. While walking around campus, they came across a group photo that an entire sorority was taking in front on front of their house. The boys dialed the remote up to 10, pointed it at the sorority girls, then turned to face Mike, and grinned. The words “THE END?” appeared in the air of the den, and the music came to its conclusion. Eugene then fielded questions from the boys. Mike had a ton of questions, and John had thought of more since he first started using the remote two days ago. When they were finished, Eugene bid them farewell and reminded them he was always available through the yellow button. The retro furniture then faded, and John’s den was restored to normal. “Well?” said John, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m tired as hell, but since you brought your camera and now know about the remote, we need to go out—like, right now—and test it out. Also, I’m hungry. It’s after six o’clock and we should get dinner.” “How about the food court at the mall? There’s food, and it might turn out to be a, uh, target rich environment,” offered Mike. “Let’s go,” said John. “You’re driving.” End of Chapter 2 |
Oh yes, this is going to be good!
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I like where this is going!
Hopefully some babes get their clothes shrunk off. That is one of my favorites. 😉 |
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My creative energies have been sapped a little this week due to the demands of my job, but I hope to have Part 3 posted within the next few days. Thank you all for the positive feedback. |
Thanks for mid-century smut!
Thanks a lot for this story, and bringing back a bit of the pin-up style. If you are taking suggestions here are a few of mine:
Swimsuit caught on fishing line Dress caught in elevator Vacuum cleaner sucks clothes off Mishaps with changing rooms doors/curtains Clothes removed/destroyed by: Caught on vegetation and tearing Eaten away by moths' cloud or other critter (a classic, only in cartoons) Disolved by acid rain / watergun / lab accident (a nice one from that period is a new material dress that melts on stage under the strong ilumination, the video is in the forum) Burned to ashes by fire / explosion Unraveled by being hooked into something moving away (great for oblivious exposure) Caugth in machinery: gears, paper shreder (good for slow and unstopable stripping) Torn by magnet because of metalic parts And I second clothes slowly shrinking (or girl growing) ;) Finally, no pressure, just write what you enjoy best. Thanks again! |
Great story my guy! Im glad to see this site starting to get active with great ENF stories again!
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Thank you!
Thank you all for the positive feedback. It took longer than I would have liked, but Part 3 is now ready to go! And yes, the girl in this story is very much based on a real one I saw a few years back at a nearby mall in my area. I tried taking a few creepshots of her at the time, but I'm lousy at candid photography. I'm always nervous about getting caught. Also, this girl was too outgoing and insistent on trying to sell me something to just let me stand there quietly in peace and take pervy pics of her legs and ass. :rolleyes:
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
“Well, crap,” said Mike. “Looks like we’re filming elsewhere tonight.” The mall security guard had turned around and was cruising away on his Segway. John looked at the flyer containing the “Code of Conduct” for their local shopping mall: “19.) Photographing, videotaping, and/or filming requires the prior written consent of Mall Management.” “Damn,” said John. “And I was really looking forward to having fun with that girl at the teeth whitening kiosk. Hey! Maybe Eugene can help us, but we can’t bring him out here. Everyone will see and hear him, probably.” The boys hurried back to John’s den. From the peace and quiet of the couch, they slid the device’s ring to 1 and pushed the yellow button. The familiar music began to fill the air, the holographic sitting room of 1960 returned, and Eugene reappeared in front of them. “Hello again, Johnny and Mikey! What can I help you with tonight?” John and Mike explained the problem. Eugene listened intently and nodded occasionally. “Well, fortunately for you boys, there are a few things I can do for you. May I borrow your camera for a little while, Mikey? I’ll have our team of engineers study it and we’ll get back to you with a solution.” “Sure,” Mike said. “You can actually pick things up?” “Of course, my good lad!” laughed Eugene, as the talking, translucent hologram picked up a very solid high-definition camera. “Now, why don’t you boys order a pizza for dinner? I should have something for you not long after it arrives. When you see the red gem blinking, press the yellow button again.” Eugene promptly vanished with the camera, and the holographic room faded away with the music. An hour later, John and Mike were grabbing their first slices of their freshly delivered pizza when the red gem on the device began to blink. “Right on time,” said John as he pressed the yellow button. The holographic room returned, as did Eugene with Mike’s camera. Next to Eugene, however, was a small table with several small pieces of equipment on it. Within sixty minutes, the hidden engineers at Eugene’s command had not only made an absurdly miniaturized clone of Mike’s camera but had mounted it on an equally miniaturized flying drone. The entire package was barely the size of a firefly. The engineers had also provided a control mechanism for flying the drone and operating the camera remotely, both with stick and by voice command. The flying drone control came with a copy of the Magical Mischief Maker remote attached to it, and a holographic projector. The boys wouldn’t even have to leave the couch, as the view from the camera could be projected in three-dimensions right in front of them. “This is wonderful!” cried John. Eugene smiled warmly. “I’m glad you boys are happy. Now, go ahead and have your fun. If you have any problems, we can always make another one for you.” It was already after 8:00 p.m., and the mall would be closing at 9:00. “Turn on projector”, commanded John. “and fly to Northlake Mall as fast you can!” The projection in the den lurched wildly as the minidrone flew into the fireplace, up the chimney, and out into the airspace over the cul-de-sac. The boys found themselves instinctively gripping the couch for safety even though the only thing moving was the drone. What would normally be a five-mile drive of fifteen minutes was shortened to a three-mile flight lasting less than two minutes as the minidrone sped through the skies. Quickly the mall came into view. “Okay,” ordered John. “Go inside the mall and stop in front down escalator from the second-floor food court.” The drone ducked in through the fan blades of a ventilation unit on the roof, flew through a dark air duct, and came out somewhere over the food court. It then zoomed down the escalator and came to a stop precisely where John had commanded. “There she is,” called out Mike. “Damn, I would pound that all day and all night.” The girl in question was in her early 20s, white, and about 5’3”. She had very long hair dyed a peculiar shade somewhere between gray and silver. Must be a wig, the boys figured. She was wearing a form fitting black minidress with long sleeves, a modest neckline, and a skirt that reached only to mid-thigh. A bit stocky, Mike thought, with boobs that could stand to be a little bigger, but with shapely legs and an ass that could stop traffic. Her ensemble was finished off with peep-toe black ankle boots and several silver bracelets. She had four customers, all men in their 20s and 30s, as she flirted her way through her sales pitches and product demonstrations. “Let’s do a panty check,” said John, taking the stick control. “Let’s see if we can get a nice upshot here. Zoom in!” The zoom feature combined with the 3-D projection made the girl’s ass look the size of a Volkswagen and take up most of the den. Mike got up off the couch and pretended to hump that Volkswagen right in the tailpipe while John whooped and cheered him on. A white satin strip of cloth embellished with lace stretched tightly across her crotch before disappearing up between her cheeks. “That ass should be illegal,” said John, his finger hovering over the blue button. “Those cheeks are just gobbling those panties up.” * * * * * Brittany smiled as another customer committed to buying the most expensive tooth whitening package she sold. The positive affirmation seminars she watched on YouTube were really helping her maintain the confidence she needed to make the sales, but she knew that her outfit helped. “Business sexy” was a good look for her, she admitted to herself, and no one could deny that a little sexiness went a long way with her male clients. The article she read described the look as “Imagine business casual. Now, make your heels an inch or two higher, your skirt an inch or two shorter, your neckline an inch or two lower, and your overall outfit an inch or two tighter. Those few inches are the difference between business casual and business sexy.” She also followed the advice of wearing matching bra and panty sets, as research had shown that women who did so felt sexier and more confident than those who wore a mismatched pair. Brittany was setting up another free demonstration of the LED whitening kit when she suddenly felt the satin of her panties get a lot looser and start to slip. She forced a smile at the man in front of her and instinctively clenched her thighs together to stop her panties from falling to her ankles. If she could find a place to take them off, she hoped, she could just go without them for the last half-hour before the mall closed. But how to take them off so no one noticed? Suddenly a loud voice shouted out from somewhere right behind her. “Yummy! Panties!” The voice sounded like a demented Cookie Monster from a twisted version of Sesame Street. Brittany let out a startled gasp as her ass cheeks suddenly started flexing and slapping together. “Nom! Nom! Nom!” went the Cookie Monster voice in time with her bouncing buns. After a few seconds of “chewing”, her butt “swallowed” as the torn remains of her g-string were sucked up into her asshole! The back of her dress suddenly lifted to expose her voluptuous, creamy, and now naked bum. She hurriedly pulled it back down only then to have the front of her dress lurch upward just as quickly. Her customers were treated to a good view of the results of her recent Brazilian wax treatment, and now other spectators were stopping to view the commotion. She let out another startled scream as her arms shot straight up. The long hair of her wig started separating itself into several parts, which then wrapped themselves like tentacles to hold her arms up and in place. With nothing to stop it, her dress pulled itself upward over her head, and more hair-tentacles tied the dress shut like a garbage bag. Her size 36B white lace bra unhooked itself in the front and came apart at the shoulder straps. It fell to the floor in pieces, allowing Brittany’s small but perky breasts to jiggle free. She was now completely naked from her ankles up to the very top of her chest; her arms, shoulders, and head remained covered by her pulled-up black dress. * * * * * John and Mike watched from the couch as Brittany stumbled around in her near-nudity and total humiliation. “Well, do we have anything else we want to do to her, or should we find another girl?” asked Mike. John suddenly sported an evil grin. “Yes! To both! And from what I saw the blue button do, I now have a few ideas of my own.” End of Chapter 3 |
Amazing. This has so much potential, with so many possible locations including gyms, public pools or sporting events.
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Love the "bagging" scenario.
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Great!
These chapters cannot come soon enough!
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I assume there won't be a part 4? :(
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So we left off with Brittany the tooth-whitening girl naked from the tits on down, with her dress pulled up over her head and tied shut with her hair. Remember also how her butt basically literally ate her g-string, and how her silver wig had basically turned into hair tentacles stopping her arms from moving. The next step was to have Brittany suddenly levitate and have her legs spread open and back until her ankles were back near her head. Her wig would tie the legs together, too, so now we have the girl bagged, tied, and floating in mid-air with her waxed pussy spread and on full display. All of a sudden, she starts flying pussy-first through the mall, still yelling and wiggling and trying to claw her way out of her dress. In real life, there are malls near me, which I used as references here, that had a Ruby Tuesday's restaurant and a Cheesecake Factory restaurant that you could access both from inside the mall and from outside. For our story, let's make that a Tilted Kilt, because I want a breastaurant where the waitresses are dressed sexy, but I'd like them to be wearing skirts, and Tilted Kilt is the only one that puts their waitresses in skirts (Hooters and Twin Peaks do shorts). Our girl flies into Tilted Kilt. All of a sudden the skirts of every waitress in the restaurant suddenly rip off. So, what happens next? This gets a little weird, but just as how Brittany's ass ate her panties, Brittany's ass will now try to eat the panties of every waitress in the restaurant. I'm not sure how this would happen. Maybe the panties of all the waitresses would rip off simultaneously just like their skirts did, or maybe we can get a more dramatic stripping like having an invisible force lift the waitresses in the air, pull them horizontally, and pull the panties off that way. By the time this is finished, Brittany has about 6 to 8 pairs of panties shoved into her butt, and all of the waitresses are now naked between their uniform crop-tops and their white socks. Why are we shoving things into her ass? I honestly don't know. It's not really a fetish of mine, but it seemed kind of sexy, funny, and a little bit original at the time, so I went with it. I honestly didn't know where to take things from there. One idea was maybe having all of the waitresses tops and bras come undone, and then using them to tie up the waitresses similarly to Brittany. Maybe then have them all fly out the door and deposit them all naked in public for everyone to see? I've moved on to other things. But please, if any of you want to continue this on your own, you are more than welcome to do so. . |
Do you have any plans on making another ENF story? Since you lost interest in writing this one.
Would suck to lose another great ENF writer if not. |
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