Terrence now knows why Lana got the nickname Lana Lovewood. When he was placed in her body during the Great Shift, he was getting creamed by a big huge woody! To make matters worse, he realized in her body he loved the feeling of hot cum hitting his face, then smelling and tasting the manly juice! He knew now he was slutty like she was and he loved wood!
The fiery light of dawn was streaming through the windows as I arched my back in a wild moan, convulsively thrusting my breast into the air while my lover, Serena licked at my pussy. I knew then that I had lost, and this would be my body forever.
It had been a casual conversation – the sort that happens between lovers who were supremely comfortable with each other. At that point, I was still a man, and I had just finished taking Serena from behind. We cleaned up the sticky fluids of our love and flopped into bed together, satisfied and exhausted. I commented offhand that we had never stayed up all night having sex the way that people do in movies, always too exhausted after one or two rounds to keep going. Serena gave a small shrug and said, “I bet if you were a woman we’d be able to.”
I should have just let it go, but my ego wouldn’t let me. A couple months earlier, Serena had let me know that she was bisexual, and ever since I had felt insecure about the fact that some chick might have been able to give her the same sort of pleasure I did. So, naturally, I took the very masculine course of digging in my heels and arguing. When Serena commented that she had pulled all-nighters with a couple of her college girlfriends, I finally blew up and said, “No way. No one has that sort of energy. It’s just a myth.”
“Just like magic?” she said.
“Exactly,” I answered.
And that’s how it became an actual bet. Turns out Serena was a practicing sorceress with the power to transform a man into a woman. I woke up in the morning as a slim brunette with perky tits next to a smug girlfriend. She gave me the whole day to get used to my new body, but as soon as the sun went down, we dove into bed. If we fell asleep before morning Serena would change me back and even “enhance” my cock. But if we stayed up all night, I would have to stay a woman forever.
I had planned to cheat the bet, to just crash after a few minutes of awkward foreplay, but that scheme evaporated the first moment that Serena pulled our bodies together. The soft flesh of our tits squeezed together, and my nipples grew hard. Her hands glided over the soft skin of my graceful curves. Our lips fit together perfectly, from the first kiss, I felt a gush of wetness between my legs. I couldn’t believe how horny I was, and my body responded to every touch with fireworks behind my eyes. I had no idea a tongue could summon so much pleasure, and I eagerly returned every kiss and caress.
I lost track of how many orgasms I experienced. I lost track of the time. I lost track of where my body ended and Serena’s began. There was only pleasure and the wild hunger for more pleasure. And that’s how we managed to have sex until morning. I might have been more disappointed at losing bet, but then a flood of pleasure washed all thoughts from my brain. Moaning and thrashing in bed, I realized that I hadn’t lost anything at all.
“I will get you the next time, Jason”
“Hah! Like that would ever happen, Nick”
“Both of you were just lucky on this track. I´ll get ya the next time”, Greg said.
We were sharing a bath when i finally took back some modicum of control. The wedding, the honeymoon, the days and nights sharing my “husbands” bed, i remember it all. Apparently i’m called Emily now, married to Senator Jacob Barnes.
Kristen began to feel silly as she recited the of the supposed written spell that would give her the body she desired. She was 23 and had never really filled out and was just about ready to try anything, even magic from the internet.
I don’t know what he did. But my so called friend James started to give me orders, and I had no choice but to do what he said. “Stand up” he said, to which I answered “why would I do that? ” without realizing I had indeed stood up. “Walk towards the window and stay looking at it” he said. I had no choice I just did what he said. “How are you doing this?! stop it!” I yelled. He didn’t answer, he just continued giving me orders. “You are 5’2″ tall”. That was a weird request, it was one thing to move as he ordered, but become a whole foot shorter is just stupid. I changed in no time, I felt the whole room get bigger as I became shorter. “Why? why are you changing me?”, still no answer.
Ike and Turn were having a blast in their mother’s bodies thanks to the swap bracelets they each wore. They’d initially swapped to get out of being grounded, but now the two new older ladies had locked themselves into a bedroom not being able to resist experimenting.
“Oh no, don´t point that thing at me again!”, Jason pleaded in fear.
It had been three months since the magic of the stone had failed, and three months since Hilary woke up with her new massive breasts, and equally massive ass. Since then she had learned to own her new form. Plenty of men paid well to have a night with “Huge Hilary’s heavy hangers”, and she had started to enjoy it. She hadn’t even bothered to buy bras to fit her new tits; she just let them go free in a low-cut top wherever she went, and watch as the men flocked to her at the local bars. Sometimes one would even impress her, and he’d get to have a go with her. Her favorite way was to be taken from behind. She just loved the way her tits would sway and wobble as they slapped against each other, her ass quaking with every thrust.
She had gone a long way from regretting her wish.
“Okay, I know why we were cursed to be pregnant women…” the blonde said.
“Yeah, guess we shouldn’t have called that pregnant witch ‘fat’…” the brunette replied. They both sat there with their hands on their round bellies, smiling. Eight months ago these two were men, so it was good to see that at least they were getting used to their new bodies.
“Right,” the blonde continued. “But how come your tits are so much bigger than mine?” She eyed up her friends large breasts with a tinge of envy.
The brunette only laughed. “I guess bustiness must run in my family!”