Act 2
The crowd was at a loss for words. Each sat in their amazement—several were extraordinarily horny, and others thought in disgrace toward Mayor Taylor. Ryki nodded his head and transformed into the man announcing for the stage because he knew Mayor Taylor’s performance might hinder the continuation of the play and that wasn’t going to happen. “Ladies and Gentlemen! For the next stage act, we travel to an earlier time of class and poise. This next act has been loved by its realism and accuracy. Without further ado, may I present to you the Duchess of Padua, played by Mercedes Young and her co-star, the traveling man known as Ferranti, Cliff Barnes!” Ryki walked out of sight, and the curtains lifted to the view of an old Cathedral, made of wood and cardboard stones along with scattered trees and a narrow street.
Cliff was nothing more than a nerdy boy, 19 or 20 perhaps. Once Ryki saw him, he doubted the boy had ever been laid or even seen a woman naked before besides porn. The boy was dressed much like a gentlemen from the times. Mercedes was also a sight of her own. She wore a full length purple dress that ranged from her pushed-up tits formed across her chest to the snaps of her heels. The dress presented black strings that pulled her dress together both at her chest and along her back. Her lines were bold and full of confidence, unlike Cliff. He stumbled occasionally, and Mercedes would always give him that look along with a constant bashing under her breath. The play continued as if Mayor Taylor never appeared though everyone still had the event yet flowing in their thoughts.
“O’ SHIT!” Cliff yelled by mistake as he stumbled on a cord. “Could you get your shit together, four-eyes?” She replied quietly. The act briefly stopped as the two quickly exchanged words. “I swear to all that is holy if you fuck up my part and my chances of one day becoming an actress, I’ll kill you!” Mercedes whispered. Ryki snapped his fingers and all, but Mercedes began to smile or laugh. Cliff was no exception to the crowd’s insight of Mercedes. He couldn’t believe his eyes and turned a lighter shade of red. Everyone but Mercedes could see her lifted breasts, pressing full against a white lacy bustier along with Victorian style tie-on cotton knickers that were used as female panties in the 1800’s, but there was something further underneath—a hint of pink flashing through as well as a glimpse of lettering from time to time. Mercedes looked around and down to herself.
Everything was as it should be in her Victorian purple dress. She began speaking her lines once more and stopped by the continuing laughter from the blackness. The crowd watched and laughed at her ridiculous appearance. Little did Mercedes know that everyone, including the media cameras still shooting the play after what had happened previously, could see her in her underwear. “What?!” She looked toward the front row. She looked back at Cliff, and he was eyeballing every feature possible. “What in the hell are you doing? What’s so damned funny to these people?” Cliff couldn’t utter a single word and began covering his crotch. “Are you going to answer me or will you continue to stare like a fucking pervert that you are?!” Ryki snapped his fingers again, freezing all time and except Cliff. He walked up to the boy and said, “I’m going to give you a gift tonight. Simply think of what you want to happen to her, and it will happen. Do whatever you wish. When you exit this stage, the gift will leave you.” Cliff looked in confusion as time resumed and Ryki retracted from eyesight.
“Hello?! Are you there? Earth to the four-eyed perv…” WHAMM. Mercedes felt backward and landed on her ass. Everyone laughed hysterically at the haughty young actress. The cameras treated her fall like an hour-long debut. Every single frame caught and played back in slow motion. Cliff shockingly asked in thought, “Was that me? Let’s find out.” He looked at Mercedes, and before she could make it back to her feet, she skated backward by an invisible force landing again on her ass. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!” Mercedes yelled. The people below in the seats continued laughing at the sight of this young girl in her underwear that couldn’t remain on her feet. “This is my lucky night! I’ve always wondered what she looked like naked. Maybe I could tear her clothes off in a simple thought, but that would be too quick. What if I could turn her clothes into something alive and angry towards Mercedes but with a sense of embarrassing her as well.” Cliff pondered.
Cliff barely completed the thought when Mercedes was lunged back up to her feet. She was puzzled by how she was being pushed and pulled around like a rag doll. Mercedes felt a strange sensation and looked down at her pushed up cleavage. The black strings began vibrating to life. They pulled sharply squeezing her breasts further together and tightened more so around her stomach. Mercedes screamed with a hint of pain and started tugging at them to loosen. The strings felt her tug and commenced loosening and pulling from their sockets. The dressed burst open presenting Mercedes white lacy bustier, now for her to see in plain view. Instantly, she covered herself as if the crowd was seeing her intimate choice for the first time but in doing so, she felt the familiar sensation from the back of her dress. The black strings loosened and pulled away completely unburdening the dress from the touch of her body. Mercedes eyes widened as she felt the effects and noticed that her dress was vibrating much in the same way. Her purple dress halted its fall to the ground and instead shot off her body like a cannon to the sky!
Mercedes yelped and stumbled across the stage trying to keep her balance as she heard “STRIP, STRIP, STRIP!” from the demands of the crowd watching. She screamed in horror covering her bustier with one arm and her crotch with the other. She ran toward the stage exit and was repelled backward to the ground by a slap of fabric enchanted with power. Her breasts barely bounced from the impact as her bustier still encumbered them into a heightened place. She looked up and her purple dress, now under power, pointed at her while lifted from the ground. Mercedes looked of fright and a shade of red by the circumstance. Still, on her ass, she slowly pedaled backward in hopes of reaching the other side, but then she noticed her bustier vibrating all over along with the strings of her white Victorian knickers.
Before Mercedes could respond, her Victorian knickers untied themselves and shot off from her hips and into the air with a purpose. Her side pose finally showed that once hidden pink. It was a pink cotton band strapped across her hip. She stood as fast as humanly possible and swiftly twisted in motion toward the closest stage exit. Some of the crowd’s laughter turned to snickering and almost utter shock but the rest could not fully see Mercedes’s future humiliation. Her Victorian knickers flew from the sky and caught her by the ankle and began pulling back with superior force. Her Mercedes now hopped backward with a little bounce from her breasts still enveloped in the vibrating bustier. The knickers yanked her to a full-frontal position, and the crowd lost it. She was wearing a pair of pink cotton Justin Bieber panties. His face covered the entire portion of the front side of her panties. Cliff started laughing and said, “Do you get off thinking that Justin Bieber is between your thighs?” Mercedes’s face turned extremely red in response. She quickly covered her crotch with both hands as her audience enjoyed every moment. She looked at the crowd and yelled: “Don’t look at…” Her bustier now became full of life and bounced her breasts up and down inside their cups. Mercedes gasped, but before she could cover her tits, she heard the soft sound of her front zipper rolling down her bustier. As a result, her cleavage widened. The zipper reached her navel, and she gripped the material hoping to conceal herself. It was a power struggle yanking slightly back and forth until her bustier stopped moving. She sighed and completely forgot about her pink Bieber panty display. Mercedes held her bustier with one hand and covered her panties with her other hand.
She called out to Cliff, “Help me!!! Don’t just stand there with your erection in your hand. FUCKING help me!” Cliff finally smiled with confidence. “I think you’re getting all the help you deserve.” In an instance, Mercedes felt her bustier vibrate and yank her arms backward as it flew back leaving her breasts to drop slightly from their release. “Nice rack! What are they 34C’s? And, these side pointing nipples…” Cliff walked up to her as she tried covering herself. “Now, now…” Cliff said as he looked up at her flying bustier. In one quick swoop, the bustier tightly wrapped around her wrists and pulled them upward. Her breast now glorified the stage. Her soft nipples aimed at the sides with a silver-dollar-sized pink areola. Cliff reached down and lightly blew cool air over her nipples. Her body reacted with a jolt along with her areola responding by gradual tightening. Her nipples began to extend and widen somewhat. “Stop, my nipples are sensitive.” She whimpered. Cliff stepped up to her ear, but before he responded, he couldn’t help but glance down toward her heart-shaped ass. “HAHAHA!” She spun around by the force of the magical bustier. Her perfectly heart-shaped ass stretched the pink cotton panties that visibly presented in bold black lettering --- “I’m a Belieber!” The cameras focused in for all to see and everyone in their seats laughed uncontrollably. “Damn, you must be a real Justin Bieber fan,” Cliff noted. Mercedes was too embarrassed to reply any longer to his antics. Numerous jests began to flow from the people below, “A serious actress doesn’t wear Justin Bieber panties! Why don’t you go back to elementary school and act in the Red Riding Hood play there! Come’on baby, give Justin Bieber a little twirk from that ass!” If Mercedes could turn a darker shade of red, her body would have done it.
“Now, I’m going to squeeze those apples and drive my dick into you in front of everyone,” proclaimed the nerd with power. He took up her tits in his hands and massaged them for a few moments. “Ohhhhh no,” Cliff thought. Since this was his first time even making it to second base and being aroused for so long, he couldn’t take the pressure. His pants filled with creme and quickened his exit from the stage. There Ryki laughed as he got a thrill from the entire scene from afar. In his invisible state, he walked up to the bound Mercedes, still displaying her fruity pinks, and said, “When you go to your next day of class, you’ll wear these same panties and only these panties but on your head. Now, I think Justin is a little hungry.” She whipped around facing the audience, and Justin’s mouth on the front of her panties began to vibrate. Mercedes started hopping and turning her legs in response. Moans flew from her mouth as well.
“What is that I hear?” Ryki wondered. He snapped his fingers, and Mayor Taylor appeared at center stage, just right of Mercedes, on all fours with a guy pounding her ass from behind, fitting the description of the Deputy Mayor! The crowd stopped suddenly, and photos flashed as the sex couple halted in terror. “Oh don’t stop…” Ryki yelled. The couple’s bodies continued fucking without hesitation. “Do you want more?!” Ryki yelled toward the crowd. “YEAH!” He heard in return. Ryki had remembered a classic movie from the 80’s and decided to use this opportunity to have some more fun, especially with the news cameras still filming. He snapped his fingers once more, and every door flung open. Gale force winds powered their way through the building ripping dresses, tops, pants, skirts, and some things underneath. People were scattering in chaos toward some form of cover or the doors. Women and men alike were either half dressed and losing more or already butt ass naked which was all being shown on TV. Ryki sat and laughed as everyone ran bare all over the room. “I think my job is done tonight. It’s time for my exit,” he thought. He teleported himself from the room to the outside sidewalk. “Maybe I should check out where they make these TV shows or maybe an award ceremony in a town like this…”
Meanwhile, in the County Jail, Amber and Stephanie, the two caught thieves, had shared stories and were being forced to watch the evening news. “Is that who I think it is?” Amber asked Stephanie. “It sure as shit is. That’s got to be Ryki—the bastard that embarrassed the fuck out of us.” Amber replied, “I know we’re getting out of this shithole tomorrow and that we made plans, but could we try and track that fucker down. It’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine.” Stephanie grinned and said, “Let’s do it.”