Glen’s girlfriend found out about his secret on their trip to Italy, after a long talk in their hotel room. Always an excellent boyfriend, Glen treated Skyler like a queen, and she consistently felt like she didn’t measure up on her end to his kindness and generosity. He had even paid entirely for their trip, without even asking for a cent from Skyler. She had to admit to herself she was a bit shocked and thrown a curveball when she heard the confession from Glen, not that he cheated or did anything bad, but that he, in fact, wanted to be a she. He wanted to be a woman. Skyler finally asked him a simple question.
My girlfriend was always big on female empowerment, so when she asked me to include a section in my marriage vows about how I pledged to always support her in any way, I didn’t bat an eye.
“Dude, seriously?” my best friend asked, peeking his (now her) head out of the bathroom. “Did you have to use your change-water device to change me into a woman? And a busty one too? C’mon, change me back.”
“Nah, sorry,” I told her with a shrug. “I like you like this.”
“Come on, this isn’t funny! Change me back!” she moaned.
“I told you: no,” I said. “You know I don’t have the easiest time with the ladies. Well, why waste time finding a wife, when my device could make one?”
“Ew!” she shouted, before slamming the bathroom door shut. “Why the fuck would I ever be your wife?!”
“Just wait until the mental changes sink in.”
“What? Honey, what mental changes?” she said. I smirked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” I said. “Can I come in?” Silence. Maybe she hadn’t changed completely yet.
“Sure, just let me wrap a towel on,” she said. It worked! I opened the bathroom door and looked in.
There she was, a towel wrapped around her head, her massive breasts exposed, her nipples hard in the cold air. “Well baby, are you going to just stare at them, or are we going to have some fun?”
“Oh honey, isn’t this what you wanted?” My wife capped her lips over my enlarged areola, teething my nipple and lettin go as she and I watched my newly swollen chest jiggle onto itself , “I thought you said you were transgender, wanted to become a woman, and we could become lesbians afterwards?”
Harry said, “Wow, this body feels nice, and there’s nothing like sucking dick in a sexy pair of pantyhose, a tight dress, and high heels.”
Stephen knew that if he’d end up cumming in James’ pussy, the change would be permanent.
He didn’t know if he wanted that, well he did want it… But the feeling of guilt was terrible! His friend would permanentely cease to exist!
He promised himself that after the blowjob he just had, nothing more would happen and after a few weeks he would turn James back.
But what Stephen didn’t know was that magic could be very treacherous. Powerful spells (like this one) could start leading their own life. The spell made it so that Stephen suddenly got overwelmed with an even bigger urge to fuck his friend/”wife”. At first his conscience could keep him at bay, but all of his common sense quickly vaporized in an uncontrollable urge to impregnate his new wife.
James (or what was left of him) didn’t mind. Becoming a bigger bimbo with every trust of Stephen’s big cock. “I’ll pull out before I cum.” Stephen thought to himself, justifying his current actions.
(Will be continued…)
Jeff wished so badly for a new life, he had no life, no friends, no prospects. When his wish was answered by unknown forces, he found things very different. He had ample boobs, long hair, and long sexy legs in black stockings and feet in heels. He was sitting on a man, pumping his large cock deep inside of him in a new place, a vagina! He found his dainty right hand rubbing his new clitoris to increase pleasure, while this man pounded him going inside and out thrusting.
Kevin said on a hiking trip with his buddy Percy that he wanted if not much, then a taste of what it was like to be a well hung stud. Kevin was small in that department, and wondered often what it would be like if he were a real “well hung” male in sex. They reached an odd stone with a strange language, and as Kevin touched it, there was a glow.
The Drive Through Help was meant to help those with problems in a quick manner to save time. The clerk at the drive up told Larry his problem was he never started a family. So he was turned into a mom with a baby in a car seat in the back, and even his corvette was changed to a minivan. Larry drove off stunned as the clerk now called “him” Lara, and called her Miss.
“Mmmmm,” We both passionately moaned. I tasted my wife, my love, my soulmate on my lips as her soft thighs gripped me. I remember when I relied on my torso and arm strength alone as I would make love to her standing up. No more, my days of hunk status muscle strength are long gone. Instead I am left to prop her frame over my protruding hips, not that I have the same equipment to make love with as we once did.