Thank goodness the gunmen had not seen Hazel. She had leaned over to pick up a candy bar from the bottom row of the shelves when they had entered the store. “Hey, it’s almost like birthday cake,” the snarky inner voice whispered to her. For once, Hazel was pleased that she had decided to splurge on the calories.
One of the gunmen started to pace. His path was getting closer to her aisle. Hazel decided to ease back to the end of the aisle. She tried to shift backward silently. Inching her way, she smiled at her stealth. “Who said a curvy woman couldn’t be physically coordinated?”
“Crash!” Multicolored snack cakes went flying as Hazel’s round bottom bumped into the display case knocking it over with a loud noise. Hazel looked up in a panic to see the pacing gunman right in front of her with his rifle pointed at her face.
Looking down the long metal barrel of the rifle, Hazel put up her hands and began babbling, “I’m sorry. I didn’t see anything.” She thought she remembered that criminals needed assurance that there were no witnesses to testify.
In the next few seconds, the shiny, waxed floor in front of her began to shimmer. She lost her balance and began to fall forward. She tried to brace her hands on the floor to steady herself. Her fingertips met emptiness. They penetrated the shimmering glow, and her body fell through behind them. She briefly heard a shout from the gunman asking, “What the f…?” but the last word was cut off as the snack row at the gas station evaporated.
She felt like she was falling for a couple of seconds and she started to yell, “Aaaahhhhhh!” Her voice stopped abruptly as she realized that she had stopped falling and was now cradled firmly in someone’s arms. She looked at the thick, muscular forearm wrapped around her torso. “No one has an arm that large,” she thought in amazement. Hazel looked up tracing an incredibly broad, naked chest to a thick neck that supported a very chiseled jawline covered by a thick, red beard. Her eyes glanced over his jutting cheekbones to lock with piercing green eyes that danced with amusement.
“Happy birthday, Hazel. How nice of you to drop in!” Joyfully, he laughed as he squeezed her body to his massive frame.
Pepper North brings you the third story in a magical new age play series! The Magic of Twelve will share the stories of twelve women transported on their 22nd birthday to a new life as the droblin (cherished Little one) of a Sorcerer of Bairn. These magicians are much older and physically larger. They have waited a long time to take complete care of their droblins needs. They will protect their precious one to their last drop of magic.
The characters from the twelve novels in this series reappear to continue their stories. The novels are all complete stories. You do not need to read them in order, but Pepper thinks you may enjoy them more fully if you do! The books in this series will feature invasive medical treatments, including thorough examinations and enemas, when required, as well as diaper changes, spankings and other punishments. If you are offended by age play (adults who choose to live as a Little or a parent of a Little), or dubious consent, this is not the book for you.