The Shoggoth Secret - Lovecraftian Erotica by Amy Morrel Page A

able
to change that much would take a week. This is what she looked like
years ago, or at least how her body remembers being. Taking a form
your body remembers is easier than taking an entirely new one.”
    “Well, she's certainly a handful.
Knows what she's doing too, she showed me some tricks I'd never even
heard of,” Jacob said. “How did things go?”
    Kelly's smile returned.
    “I have to go back in three days.
Our contact will be bringing his mistress there, along with a case
holding a million dollars in cash. The cash is ours once she can
change her form. So, ten days from now we'll be set for money. I
won't have to stay there, but I'll drop by each day. Ashley's father
will hold the cash in escrow until the deal is done.”
    Jacob's jaw dropped.
    “A million bucks?” he said.
    Kelly nodded.
    “I demonstrated shape changing
for him. I had him show me pictures of women on television and in
photos, then showed him that I could change to look like any of them.
I told him his mistress would be able to do the same after. I didn't
tell him that she could be an exact copy if she obtained a sample
from someone, I'll tell that to her instead.”
    “Yeah, but a million bucks?”
    “He seemed to think he was
getting a bargain. He would have gone higher but I kept your advice
in mind and tried to generate some good will there.”
    Greta's sleepy voice piped up, slightly
muffled from her face being so close to Jacob's stomach.
    “A million dollars isn't what it
once was Jacob. Even I have that much tucked away,” she said.
    “Why do you keep running this
place then? Just sell it and go do whatever you like,” Jacob
replied.
    “What was I going to do? Besides,
I run this place and get to see all kinds of good looking college
boys. An old woman needs her fantasies, doesn't she? I might sell it
now though, I don't need to just fantasize any more.”
    Greta's tongue flicked out and licked
Jacob's stomach.
    “What do you think lover boy,
should we move out of this dump?” Greta asked.
    Jacob looked at Kelly, who shrugged.
    “Let's wait on that a bit longer,
okay?” he said.
    “Shit!” Greta cursed. “That
means I need to spend some more time in that old lady's body, doesn't
it?”
    “I can show you how to do a
surface change and how to do partial changes. It's much quicker and
takes less energy,” Kelly said. “Then you can just change
the surface of the parts that will be exposed. The body itself can be
like this if the parts that are exposed look the way people expect.
They'll never suspect a thing.”
    “Thank you Kelly, I owe you
everything. If there's anything you need, just tell me,” Greta
said.
    “You owe me nothing, it's Jacob
we both owe. Without him I'd still be imprisoned and you'd still be
an old lady.”
    “Him, at least, I know how to
thank. I'll enjoy doing so too.”
    Greta stopped talking and turned
herself so her face pointed down. Jacob's cock disappeared into her
mouth with a slurp. Kelly walked over, stripped, and knelt down in
front of the couch. Jacob's right hand moved out and buried itself in
her hair while his left went on the back of Greta's head.
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Chapter
7 - Resignation
    An exhausted Jacob dragged himself out
of bed the next morning. He slid out from under Greta's arm without
waking her. Kelly was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom. When he
walked out into the living room he found her. She was sitting on the
couch, eyes closed. He knew that pose, she was in mental
communication with someone she'd recently changed. Instead of
disturbing her, he went into the kitchen.
    What do I want for breakfast, he thought. Okay, I know what I want. Steak, eggs, toast,
hash browns, and a pot of coffee. I wonder what I actually have here
though.
    He rummaged through the kitchen and
ended up with cold cereal. After eating, he went back out into the
living room. Kelly's eyes were open now but she was still sitting on
the couch.
    “So, I don't want to be a pain
about it, but when do we get the