Wholesome County: Part Three

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Chapter Three: That Old Family Magic

Bill never enjoyed seeing his Aunt Lola. He enjoyed the things he got from her, but the woman herself? Lola was a witch, and in the most literal sense. Each visit, Bill was never certain if he'd come out of the house with another bottle of the love potion or transmogrified into something awful.

Of course, he doubted turning people into frogs was something Lola was capable of, but at one time he'd also believe love potions to be as much a pile of horseshit as you'd find in any field out here. He'd been wrong. What Lola did was real. He'd seen the effects of it growing up and benefited from them as an adult.

His uncle George, by all accounts, had been one of the kindest men in town. He was the kind of small-town neighbor that you read about in books, the man who would give you the shirt off his back. That had been before Lola. After Lola, people who remembered kind young George would tell you he was never the same.

In the days when George had graced the high school stadium field with his athletic talent, he'd been the town hero that Henry West would eventually become. Then came Lola, a beautiful drifter, always barefoot with flowers in her hair. She was what those old folks called a hippie, a free spirit. George, fawned over by every girl in his senior class and a sure pick for a football scholarship, was smitten.

Only weeks after Lola arrived, the first family tragedy struck. George's father, one of the area's prominent farmers, died of heart failure. Not long after, it was his mother. Depending on who you asked, Lola was to blame, or it was just the way the world worked. In either case, George inherited the farm, and things began to change. He began to change.

His promising football career took a backseat to his local ambitions. Once respectful toward women, his attitude soured. Women in town avoided his gaze, which was cold and disdainful. Despite Lola now living at the farm, he was frequently seen in town in the company of the kind of women others talked down to. Whores. Degenerates. Sluts.

The family's fortunes, though, tragic as they were at the time, also changed. Despite his crass attitude, George gained influence in town. He rose to head the farmer's cooperative and gained a reputation as a hard bargainer. The county grew under his leadership, and with the help of his close friend, Steven Anders, they became two of the most powerful landholders in the county.

Bill wasn't certain whether Lola actually had anything to do with these things. He did not dispute, however, that Lola had power of her own. When people tried to cross George, unfortunate things happened. When he was of age, Bill learned about Lola's unique abilities of persuasion.

His cousin, Stephanie, hadn't much like Bill growing up. Not much of anyone did. Bill was fat. He perpetually sweated. Despite being only in his early twenties now, he was already losing his ruddy hair. However, he was an Anders, and their close ties to George Allen gave even Bill a status that most in town envied.

Stephanie, however, was also part of that clan. Therefore, she could turn her ire on her cousin without reprise. Or so she'd thought. Lola, however, Stephanie's mother, had beliefs about a girl's place. Stephanie was far too independent and willful. She did not conform to those ideals.

Shortly after she and Bill both turned eighteen, Stephanie's attitude—much like her father's—changed. Bill had a hand in that, but he'd done it at Lola's request. It was his first experience with both Lola's art and with real pussy. He'd dosed Stephanie with something Lola provided, and that same night he'd fucked his cousin's hot body.

Stephanie had never been the same since. Bill quite liked the new Stephanie, whose willfulness had been replaced by a bratty sort of submissiveness. Give the big-titted slut a little slap, shove her on her knees, and she'd be sucking cock like her life depended on it. Oh, she'd have hate in her eyes while she did it, but she'd practically orgasm just from getting dick in her throat.

Bill suspected that she still remembered the way she used to be, and that was what caused the bratty attitude. Of course, he couldn't be sure. He'd just been doing as he'd been ordered. Ever since that day, though, Stephanie hadn't been able to turn down his cock whenever he'd needed a warm hole to put it in.

Walking up the creaking steps of the farmhouse today, however, Bill was not here to get Lola's blessing to have Stephanie work for Catarina. Bill was here for a refill. Of course, before he'd even knocked on the door, Lola opened it.

His bizarre and seemingly ageless aunt examined him through the screen door. As always, her feet were bare. Fresh flowers wreathed her hair. She wore a nearly transparent white gown, which left nothing of her incredible body to the imagination. Despite his unease, Bill's dick stiffened at the sight of her. She must be pushing fifty now, but she seemed no older than she was in photos from decades ago.

"Come in, Billy," she said, cracking open the screen. "It's ready."

Bill had once asked how his aunt knew when he was coming.

"If I told you, I'd have to shrink your penis to the size of an ant," Lola had replied. "I don't make the rules. I just know how to follow them the right way."

The answer was cryptic, but terrifying enough that Bill had never asked such a question again. He only accepted what was given, asked for little, and did anything his aunt needed of him.

Lola took a glass bottle, stopped with a cork, from a where it sat in a beam of sunlight on a wooden table. When she picked up the bottle, as always happened, the blue liquid inside puffed, and the sunbeam, which had seemed so bright a second earlier, vanished. The entire world seemed to dim just a bit. The summer heat pervaded the unairconditioned house, yet Bill felt cold.

"Thank you, Aunt Lola," Bill said, accepting the bottle.

The glass burned his hand as he slipped it into his pocket and fanned his fingers. Lola cocked a knowing smile, as if to say it was the small punishment he deserved for using her gift. As long as she didn't shrink his penis, Bill was okay with a little heat. Lola might have, actually, been able to enlarge his penis. However, Bill didn't want her anywhere near it.

"You'll get what you want," Lola said. "It's what we need. Henry and Monica have come back, and they intend to ask questions. Dangerous questions. It's best they forget those things and… settle back into smalltown life."

Bill nodded and glanced at the door. God, he wanted to be out of here. He knew better than to rush Aunt Lola if she had things to say, though.

"Always hasty, Billy," Lola said as she took a step closer. "What does Aunty Lola always say?"

"P—patience," Bill stammered. "Be patient, and good things will come."

"Time doesn't care about the fleeting lives of humans," Lola said, holding him with her insanely clear eyes. "It only cares about moving on. The patient move on with it. When you hurry?"

"You… you hurry to your doom," Bill finished.

Lola put her hand on his crotch and Bill flinched.

"Billy. You don't think Aunt Lola would really shrink your poor cock, do you?"

"I—I don't know," Bill said.

While he had never tried to lie to Aunt Lola, he felt it best not to attempt it. Honesty seemed the best policy. His Aunt continued to caress his hard-on through his trousers, while Bill intently studied the wall behind her.

Under her breath, she said something Bill couldn't make out. And then his crotch burned. He looked down in horror, clutching it and gasping. Lola's hand was still in the way, though, clutching his cock.

Bill opened his mouth to scream as tears welled in his eyes. What had he done? What had he said?

Almost as quickly as it had come, the fire went out. Lola removed her hand. When Bill looked at his crotch, his pants had burned through, leaving a charred hole where the seams had once been.

"You'll be fine," Lola said. "They're just pants."

"What— what did you do?" Bill squeaked.

Lola cocked her head. "Billy, you're part of the family's future. You need to start making babies. Whether you care for them or not, that's your business. It only matters that you pump them into wombs. I'm just making sure the odds are in your favor. You'll enjoy it. Take off your pants."

"What?" Bill snapped.

"Your pants. They've got a hole in the crotch. Take them off and put on these."

Lola produced a pair of trousers, seemingly from nowhere, and handed them to Bill. She cocked her head expectantly.

"Thank—thank you, Aunt Lola!" Bill said, taking the pants and clambering out of his ruined ones.

When he was dressed in the new pair, Lola put a soft kiss on his cheek and said, "Come back any time, Billy. You know how much I love our little chats."

"Y—yeah. Thank you, Aunt Lola. Love you, too. I love you. Thank you," Bill stammered as he hurried out the door.

"Billy?"

He stopped, turned. Lola held up the blue flask, which he'd left in his other pants. Bill took it reverently, thanking her again as he stumbled down the steps and into his car. For good measure, he waved with each step, never stopping until he was driving down the long drive back to the road. Even then, he kept his eyes on the rearview, watching Aunt Lola as she stood on the porch and continued to wave.

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