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Shop of Unearthly Delights

Chapter 4: You Never Forget Your First Apocalypse

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Travis’ day at work proceeded slowly and uneventfully. Mr. Maroney explained to him that the jars with green liquid in the corner should never be opened by anyone under the age of 60, because inhaling their fumes would cause one’s body to regress by 40 years and that could cause permanent mental damage to anyone whose mind was still developing. Travis couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to a person who was under 40, but when he asked, Mr. Maroney simply chuckled mysteriously and changed the subject.

At 6 pm, Travis was halfway through his shift and Beth was walking through the door. Aside from Travis and Mr. Maroney, she was the third person to set foot inside the shop all day.

“Hey Master,” she said as she saw him. “Slow day?”

“It always is,” Travis muttered.

“Aw, are you bored?” Beth leaned over the counter and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She did that often, and it had taken a while for Travis to anticipate it and kiss her back, but he felt he’d gotten it down.

“A bit, yeah,” Travis replied. “Anything new with you?”

Beth shrugged. “Morning shift. Off now. That’s about everything that’s happened today.” She was wearing the white blouse and black skirt that her restaurant required its wait staff to wear. With her black lipstick and pale skin, Travis had to admit that she looked good in it.

His reverie was interrupted when Mr. Maroney suddenly burst forth from the back room. “Travis!” he said. “We have a situation?”

“What?”

“As you know, the city council pays me good money to prevent magical disasters from getting out of hand.”

“No,” Travis said, “I don’t know that. Is that… is that how you keep the store running with no customers?”

Mr. Maroney waved his hand dismissively. “No time for that now,” he said. “There is a disaster brewing! It seems that someone is attempting to unleash a plague of bimbos!”

Both Travis and Beth stared wordlessly at the man for a few minutes. Finally, Beth spoke. “A plague of what?”

“Bimbos, girl!” Mr. Maroney cried. “Oh, and hello Beth, I didn’t see you there. How are you today?”

“Fine?” Beth said. She sounded unsure now.

“Good, good.” Mr. Maroney turned to Travis. “I’ve seen this sort of thing before. Someone decides to make all the women around him blonde, busty, and stupid, and next thing you know, it’s spreading all over the place. Never ends well. Turns out excess stupidity is not conducive to survival, especially in today’s world, when the economy depends on a large workforce employing both sexes.”

Travis was still trying to wrap his head around this. “Someone is seriously turning people into bimbos?” he asked. “This is an actual thing that is happening?”

“What, do you not believe me, Mr. ‘A Magic Potion Gave Me A Sex Slave?’”

“He’s got you there, Master,” Beth said.

“OK, fine,” Travis said. “So, what? This is going to be like all those other times you suddenly rushed out with a crazy excuse and I had to watch the store?”

Mr. Maroney shook his head and placed a hand on Travis’ shoulder. “No, my boy. I think it’s time for you to get some field experience.”

Travis looked at Maroney’s hand nervously. “Um…”

“Travis,” Mr. Maroney said. “It is time you averted your first magical apocalypse.”

“Is apocalypse really the right word?”

“Ask me that next time you go to the doctor’s and can’t get treated because the nurse is a bimbo who accidentally stabbed herself with a contaminated needle.”

“You know I’m too poor to go the doctor’s,” Travis muttered.

“Have faith in yourself, my boy!” Mr. Maroney said. “The culprit behind this is likely some perv who obviously wasn’t smart enough to think it through. It’ll be easy. I’ll give you some spells to deal with it.” He spun around and dashed down the aisles of the store before returning with a pouch of red dust and what looked like a stick that he’d picked up off the ground. “A pinch of this dust neutralizes the bimbo potion, but it can only be used on the potion itself. When you use it, everyone with the potion in their system within a 10-mile radius will be cured. The stick is very special and I expect it back. It renders the subject unconscious, though I admit bimbos will be immune to it. Something about their brains not working right.”

“How do I use the stick?” Travis asked.

“You knock your target on the head with it!”

Travis stared at him. “Seriously?”

“Of course! This is no time for joking, boy! The fate of the world rests on your shoulders! Now here.” He shoved the pouch and the stick into Travis’ hands, as well as a slip of paper with an address written on it. “Go there and make me proud!”

“Can I come too?” Beth asked.

“I don’t see why not!” Mr. Maroney said.

“What?” Travis asked. “But what if she gets… bimboized?” Was that a word?

Mr. Maroney smiled and shook his head. “The Servis prevents any more mind-tampering, remember? Unless both you and Beth agree to it, the bimbo potion won’t have any effect on her.”

“Oh,” Travis said. “Right.”

“Now go, boy!” Mr. Maroney declared. “Make me proud!”

“Right, OK,” Travis began heading out the door. “Coming, Beth?”

“Uh, one moment, Master, I need to use the restroom. Go on to your car, I’ll catch up.”

Travis shrugged and headed out the door. Beth watched him, and then turned to Mr. Maroney.

“I’d like to make a purchase,” she said.

* * *

Tamara had been valedictorian of her high school class. She’d maintain a perfect 4.0 throughout college. She was grad student. She was intelligent and driven.

So why, then, was she having such difficulty concentrating on anything?

The blonde in front of her giggled. She was dressed in… was that lingerie? Why was she in the hallway dressed like that? What had she just sprayed Tamara with?

“Who…?” Tamara asked.

The blonde giggled again and then suddenly grabbed Tamara’s face and kissed her. It was a wet, sloppy kiss, and Tamara was so shocked that she couldn’t even resist it at first. She pushed back as soon as she could and stumbled backward into her apartment.

“What are you…?” She trailed off as the blonde stepped forward and sprayed her with that perfume shit again.

Everything seemed hazy and slow. Like her mind was becoming molas… molasasas… moley… that syrupy stuff. What was it called? She giggled. It was so silly that she didn’t know.

The blonde smiled at her. “Like, are you feeling better, or do you need more?” she asked. “He said I should, like, keep spraying girls until they felt better, but I don’t know, like, how many that is.”

“What?” Tamara asked. This blonde was kind of funny with her silly nonsense talk, but Tamara still felt a bit annoyed at how little sense she was making. “Who are you?”

“I’m Mandy!” The blonde said, happily. “That really cool smart guy made me feel, like, all good and stuff. And then he fucked me!”

“He… fucked you?” Tamara asked. “He drugged you and fucked you? That’s…”

She was interrupted as Mandy sprayed her again.

“…That’s awesome!” Tammi said. She giggled. She’d love to get fucked right now. She was like, sooooo horny. And her chest hurt. Why was that happening?

Tammi looked down and was shocked by what she saw. Her titties were getting bigger! They were busting out of her shirt and bra! That wasn’t good. She started pulling her clothes off.

Mandy giggled. “See? You’re feeling better now!”

Tammi let her clothes fall to the floor and giggled back. She did feel better! Now that she wasn’t thinking about silly things like math and stuff. Like, what was even the point of that? It didn’t have anything to do with getting fucked!

In fact, now that Tammi looked at her, this Mandy girl was really hot. She had, like, these enormous titties; just like Tammi! She just had to squeeze them, so she did.

“Oh!” Mandy said. “Oh that’s good! Keep, like, doing that!” Mandy reached up and squeezed Tammi’s titties, and Tammi felt so good with her hands on her titties. This was the best! The two bimbos kept groping each other as they leaned in and started kissing. Tammi had never made out with a girl before, but it was really fun!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Who was that? What about fucks? Tammi and Mandy stopped kissing and looked around for who had spoken. It was some girl in the doorway. She had her red hair cut short like a boy’s and she was wearing this blue dress. Lots of freckles. But he titties weren’t very big, and Tammi didn’t think her ass was very big either. Poor girl. How could she be happy like that?

The butchy girl was looking at her and Mandy with an express… expers? Expulshun? A look of disgust. “He’s got you infecting each other now? Jackass decides he replicate my potion and pulls this shit? I sold him enough for one, maybe two, bimbos. This is just bad for business.” She sighed. “I’m gonna turn that fucker into a toad.”

Tammi giggled. “You can’t turn people into toads, silly! They’re, like, different things!”

The girl rolled her eyes, and turned to go…

…just as a spray of pink mist flew into her face.

She stumbled backward, and hit the door frame with her back, just as a man came into view. Oh, and what a yummy looking man! Tammi could just imagine his cock in her slutty pussy.

“I was wondering if you might show up,” the man said to the butchy girl. He held up the bottle he’d sprayed her with. “As you can see, I was ready for you.”

“You fucking…” The girl was cut off as he sprayed her again. “Fuck. What? Who… Shit.” She stumbled off the door frame and started running down the hall.

The man laughed after her. “You won’t get far!” he called. “You’ll become a stupid little bimbo soon enough!”

“Yeah!” Tammi giggled. “A stupid little bimbo like us!”

The man turned to her and smiled, and she could just melt at how sexy he was. He stepped into the apartment, unzipping his pants. Soon, his big hard cock was out, and Tammi was on her knees, happily sucking on it, while Mandy made out with the man above her.

This was the best day of her life!

* * *

“Behold,” Beth said dramatically, “the face of the end-times!”

The face she was referring to was the stupidly grinning face of a blonde woman on her hands and knees, getting ploughed by some guy behind her. They were in the middle of the hallway.

Travis couldn’t help but feel that that was rude. Obviously, the bimbo probably didn’t realize it, but the man having sex with her surely must have realized that they were blocking traffic like this. Of course, if you were the kind of guy who didn’t question things when the women around you suddenly became stupid, sex-starved bombshells, you probably weren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer to begin with.

“This whole apartment building is probably full of this shit,” Travis said. “You’d think they draw more attention or spill out into the street or something.”

Beth grinned. “They’re probably too busy fucking to leave.”

“Probably,” Travis said. And here he thought accidentally getting a sex slave would be the weirdest thing he’d ever experience.

They carefully stepped around the couple. The woman didn’t seem to care, though the man gave Travis a wink and a thumbs up. Travis and Beth continued on their way.

“God, it’s like 15-year-old me’s diary come to life,” Beth muttered.

“Fifteen-year-old you was into bimbos?” Travis asked.

“No,” Beth laughed. “Fifteen-year-old me was a judgmental bitch who thought all the girls in her high school were bimbos.”

Travis chuckled. “Hey, I thought I was smarter than everyone else when I was in high school too. All those guys playing sportsball who got all the chicks…”

“I’m sure you got plenty of chicks, Master,” Beth said.

“Nah,” Travis told her. “High school me was a loser.”

They turned a corner and ran into a naked blonde woman with tits that were altogether too big for her frame, and yet seemed to defy all the laws of gravity. She was standing with her arms behind her back, jutting her boobs out further than they needed to be and drawing more attention. “Hi!” the woman said happily. She looked from Travis to Beth. “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Uh, sort of?” Travis said, nonplussed.

The bimbo regarded Beth with what seemed to be a vague impression of a critical eye. “Not good,” she said. “She’s not, like, sexy enough.”

Beth raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Trust me, she’s plenty sexy,” Travis said.

The bimbo shook her head. “Not yet.” And then she took her hands out from behind her back to reveal a perfume bottle, which she promptly sprayed in Beth’s face.

Aside from Beth coughing a bit, nothing happened.

The bimbo frowned. “Is it, like, broken or something?” She looked at the bottle curiously.

Realization struck Travis. “May I?” he asked, taking the bottle from the girl.

“Sure!” The bimbo said. “Are you gonna fix it?”

“…Sure.”

“Great!” the bimbo gave him a big smile. “I, like, so love handymen. I think they’re really sexy!”

“Um, thanks,” Travis said. He crouched down and opened up the bottle. He was carrying the stick in a belt loop on his pants, and the pouch was in his pocket. He pulled it out, opened it up, took a pinch of dust, and sprinkled it inside the bottle.

The effect was immediate. The bimbo suddenly grabbed her head and cried out in alarm. She curled up and her hair and breasts began shrinking. She went from blonde to brunette, gained a bit of fat on her limbs and stomach, and when the transformation was complete, she was a completely ordinary woman.

“What the fuck!?” she shouted, and scrambled to cover herself. Travis quickly found and interesting spot in the ceiling to stare at.

“Hey, it’s OK,” Beth said gently. “You’re OK now.”

“That fucker sprayed me and, and…!”

“I know,” Beth said, “but we fixed it. You’re OK.”

The poor woman sounded like she was about to cry.

“Where’s your apartment?” Beth asked.

“Just around the corner,” the woman answered.

“Can you get there?”

“Yeah.”

Travis looked away from the ceiling when her footsteps receded. “So…” he said. “Job done?”

Beth shrugged. “I think we still need to find the guy behind this.”

There was a noise. A slapping noise, with grunting and moaning. Travis’ blood ran cold. Oh shit, if that girl in the hall turned back while that guy was still pounding her…

He rushed back to them, but they were still happily going at it. She seemed to still be a bimbo.

Beth stared at them as well. “Why didn’t she turn back?” Travis asked.

“Maybe there’s more than one potion?” Beth offered.

“What, like he brewed them separately? Wouldn’t it make more sense to make one potion and put it in different containers?”

“Maybe the containers matter? Maybe having the potion in different containers makes them different potions? You know, like sympathetic magic or something.”

Travis cocked and eyebrow at her. “Sympathetic magic?” he asked.

Beth shrugged. “Don’t tell me you’ve never read a fantasy novel.”

Travis supposed he had to concede that point. They turned and headed back deeper into the building.

“So, assuming you’re right, we need to find every bottle of the stuff and neutralize it.”

“I guess,” Beth said.

Travis shook his head. “I hope that girl’s fine. It would suck if we cured her only for her to get bimboized again.”

“Well…” Beth fished in her purse and pulled out a bottle of blue liquid. “We could give her this? That would protect her.”

Travis stopped walking. Beth did as well. Travis stared at the bottle. “Beth,” he said calmly, “is that Servis Luxuriarum?”

“…Yeeees?” Beth said.

“Why do you have a bottle of Servis Luxuriarum?”

“I thought, you know, maybe if we found someone uninfected, this would be the best way to protect her.”

“By turning her into a sex slave.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

They were so caught up in their conversation that neither noticed the red-haired girl stumbling down the hall. At least, neither noticed her until she grabbed the Servis out of Beth’s hands and drank it.

There was stunned silence, as the girl closed her eyes, shook her head, caught her balance on the wall, opened her eyes, looked at Travis, and then frowned.

“Oh,” she said. “That’s what it also does. Motherfucker.”