Fred sat on the floor with his panties twisting on his thighs and tried to comprehend what just happened. Why did he have twin pigtails framing his head? And why did he suddenly feel a chill on his exposed chest?
A passing sex fling with his paramour had angered his wife Ella, and although he tried to explain that it just a one-time thing, she’d flipped out and called her mother for some Romanian magic. Fred couldn’t believe that his wife would go this far over this one incident. She magically “fixed” him by turning him into a female “Freda” and growing a penis of her own to replace his own to compensate. She made it large and in charge.
As Fred (now Freda) sat on the cold hard floor in her green top and polka-dotted panties, complete with fur boots, she was astonished by the size and thickness of Ella’s dick. “Oh my god!” he squeaked in his new high voice.
“That’s what I want to hear, little darling. Now turn that ‘Oh’ sound into sucking, which will be followed by a proper fucking.” Freda began to comprehend her new role in life, which was to serve at Ella’s beck and call. Yet she couldn’t mind so much because her cunt was so moist and empty, yearning to be filled by her wife’s dick.
