Ron and Elizabeth’s honeymoon didn’t go as planned. Standing at 6’4″ tall and weighing about 350 lbs, Ron was always the biggest person in any room. He looked like a lineman or some child’s fantasy idea of a Norse king: bright red hair, a big beard, and an enormous voice. When he was around, there was no doubt who was in charge. His new wife, Elizabeth, was no dainty woman herself at a full 6′ tall and matronly plump and curvy.
Corey knew the swap would be disorientating, but he wasn’t prepared to be naked with the neighbour Mrs Morgan kissing his ear and her fingers up what could only be his mother’s vagina. He’d only meant the swap to last a few seconds in order to find out where his mother was disappearing to in the afternoons, but right now he was putty in Mrs Morgan’s hands and he didn’t want the pleasure of mature womanhood to end.
James and Stephanie thought they could make a go of there relationship after the great shift left James in a woman’s body and Stephanie unshifted.
“You like that?” Marci asked.
“Ohhh, fuck me!” I moaned, still revelling in how sexy this female voice sounds when I’m aroused.
“That’s the idea . . .” she said with a wicked smile, before once more burying her face between my legs. Marci was one of the sexiest women I had ever met. There was something about the way she carried herself – with a sexy strut and the confidence that everyone was staring at her. When she looked at you, it was like she was sizing you up, like she could see all your skin underneath your clothes. It helped that she also had a knockout body – lean and limber with perky tits. She’s almost as hot as I am now.
Marci and I have been friends for a while, but until not too long ago, she would have had no interest in anything more than that someone like me. That’s because she’s a lesbian, and I used to be male. At least until a witch’s curse turned me into this gorgeous piece of ass. Then all I had to do was send her a selfie with the word: ‘Wanna have some fun?’ and soon we were going at it like wild animals. I had always been more interested in men myself, but since I can only stay a woman until I have sex with a man, a hot, steamy cock just isn’t on the menu. But sex with Marci is still way better than playing with myself. Like that thing she’s doing with her tongue right now.
I think to myself: It’s so good. I want more! I want it deeper, harder, I want a cock!
There I go again. Lately it’s like I can’t help thinking about cock 24-7. What would it feel like to hold one in my hands, to pump that shaft until it shot its sticky stream all over my face and my fat tits? Or what would it taste like? How much could I fit in my mouth? Nine inches? Twelve? Could I take a cock down my throat without gagging? Just thinking about trying sets my pussy on fire.
I should really be focused on Marci. After all, she’s the one I’ve been sharing my bed with, and I think she might be starting to fall for me. But if her tongue feels this good, how would a cock feel? How hot would it be for a big strong man to plunge his iron rod between my legs? Marci’s hands are small and gentle, but I’d rather have a pair of rough strong hands grabbing me by the ass as a man plows into me as hard as he can, grabbing my tits roughly while he makes me scream.
“Oh god,” I moan as the orgasm begins to crest, “More!” I squeeze my own tits together and begin to thrash around on the bed. Marci is looking at me the whole time, and she seems pleased with herself for bringing me such pleasure. But as great as the sex feels, the truth is that I can no longer come without thinking of cocks – thick and rigid, spilling their seed, plunging into every opening of my body. I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.
Well, it’s been 4 years since my little encounter with Tiffany. What became of her you ask? well that adorable little thing licking my left tit, that’s her. You never forget your first they say, and despite her not being interested in girls for relationships, I have turned that girl into a pussy licking bisexual. Let me summarize what has happened since then.
It was only a short distance to the mall, and I was happy to see that in addition to being gorgeous and having an amazing house, I also had a great car. It didn’t take long for me to get to the mall, and it was a nice upscale one. I don’t know what compelled me to go there, as I had never really enjoyed shopping, but for some reason this felt right. Before long I was ducking in and out of different shops, trying on outfits, window shopping, just generally doing what you would expect a teenage girl to be doing.
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.
(Part 19, #Olivia)
Tom had always been pretty plain and ordinary, and he had been leading a pretty plain and ordinary life. All or that changed, however, once he was accepted to Spellcraft State University.
Tom had applied to all of the schools with leading engineering programs and had imagined that Spellcraft was just the college founder’s surname – not a reference to ACTUAL magic. When he was automatically placed in Transformations I and Ethics of Magical Practice, he found out just how mistaken he was.
When his freshman year started, Tom was still dating his equally plain and ordinary high school sweetheart Marci. He never word have expected that his stable unadventurous girlfriend would have been interested in magic, but that was because he didn’t know her as well as he thought. She surprised him by asking all sorts of questions about what he was learning in his classes and about just what it was possible to achieve with magic. By the time they finally saw each other over Fall Break, she had a plan.
“You have a really good knack for this transformation stuff, don’t you?” she said, buttering him up.
“Well, I’m one of the best in my class,” Tom admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
“I bet someone as talented as you could make me more attractive, huh?”
“Well, I could probably – wait, what?” A flustered Tom tried to reassure his girlfriend that she was already attractive and that he loved her just the way she was, but Marci was determined. After years of feeling inferior to other women, she finally had a way out of her plain and ordinary existence. Tom was concerned about his Marci’s apparent vanity, but she managed to wear him down. He tracked down a dusty old tome from the library that had just the spell they needed. It was more advanced than anything he had performed so far, but Tom was sure he could make it work.
Marci was ecstatic. Tom was glad to make her so happy, but he still felt a bit gloomy himself. “Cheer up,” Marci said in an unusually bubbly voice, “pretty soon you’ll get to have sex with someone way hotter than you could ever land on your own.” The words stung, but Tom couldn’t help fantasizing about a sexier version of Marci, and a life that was just a little less ordinary.
So it was with a lust clouded mind that Tom cast the feminization spell. A shimmering glow gathered around Marci’s body. A glazed look came over her eyes. Her lips parted in a moan of pleasure. And that was where the changes began. Marci’s thin lips plumped up, and her voice grew sultry as the moans continued. Her hair, typically flat and dull, rippled with body and shine. But the real changes came with her body. Her limbs lengthened, graceful and smooth. Narrow hips widened, round belly flattened and toned, and breasts swelled well beyond the limits of her A cup bra.
But as Marci’s chest ballooned outward, so did the magic. Novice though he was, Tom recognized the rebound. Unfortunately, he was neither practiced enough nor fast enough to counter it. The expanding aura quickly enveloped him. Pleasure shook his body which began transforming even more rapidly than Marci’s. Body hair evaporated from shrinking limbs. Wispy stubble disappeared from his softening jaw. Large eyes fluttered with long lashes adding sensuality to a sultry face soon surrounded by long locks of blonde hair. His torso was rapidly contracting, especially at the waist, while his hips and ass swelled. Tom writhed and thrash, every nerve tingling. He panted in a high, girly voice, groping with slender fingers at the breasts swelling on his chest and the quickly disappearing penis stiff and sensitive. Beside him Marci was masturbating wildly as well. Her formerly unremarkable body was now sexy, tan, and toned. Beside her, the last vestiges of Tom’s manhood disappeared into a juicy pink pussy. Together, the two beautiful women erupted in orgasmic pleasure as the last of the magical cloud dispersed.
“Oh gawd!” Marci moaned.
“Oh god!” Tom echoed in a shrill voice. “What did I just do? I have to reverse this right away.”
“Wait a minute,” the suddenly stunning Marci said, laying a manicured hand on her lover’s shoulder. “Before you change back, there’s something else I’ve always wanted to try…”
Tom’s beautiful face showed no sign of understanding. It was cute how ditzy she looked. Marci decided to help her understand. She wrapped a long arm around Tom’s dainty body, resting her hand on the round swell of Tom’s ass. The other hand cupped a large breast delicately tweaking the stiff nipple. “Oh!” she gasped. “You mean…really?” Sick of fooling around, Marci silenced her lover with a passionate kiss.
Spontaneous gender changes were fairly common at Spellcraft State University, so there was no trouble when Tom returned from Fall Break as Tonya. The new girl dedicated herself to her studies, especially Transformation, and was soon passing her classes with flying colours. Of course, her grades did suffer a bit whenever her sexy girlfriend Marci or her giant hunk of a boyfriend Mark came to town. One thing was certain, Tonya’s new life was far from ordinary!
After the Great Shift happened , I was shifted into a slightly overweight young woman named Emily. I was depressed, mainly because I lost my body forever. I was sitting in the kitchen on the countertop when my GF walked in. She said” What’s wrong???” I started crying and told her about my depression and how I was feeling. She walked over to me and kissed me…I kissed her back. I asked her” Doesn’t this feel weird?” She said ” You Silly!!! I love you ,whether you’re a woman or man” and she kissed me again, this time she ran her right hand in my panties and started to rub my pussy… Mmmmmm. She said “Hush, just enjoy!!!”