Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Witchy Washery - Part 2



Dylan was too dumbfounded to say anything but his body was more responsive. Below, he could feel his shorts rapidly growing tighter. His groin tingled with excitement as he grew thick and hard. That same dark allure he’d felt before had returned. 

Raising a well-manicured brow, it quickly became apparent that Veronica had picked up on it too, “Oh! Does the idea of us becoming her turn you on? Sorry I didn’t tell you about this part of the spell though, Dylan. I wanted it to be a surprise. You’ve always wished you could have two of me - now you do!”

Veronica stepped close to Dylan and placed one delicate hand onto the growing tent in his shorts. Gently sliding her hand up and down his concealed shaft, the girl continued with a breathy sensuality, “We have a lot of fun planned for you once the other Veronica gets home, but I wanted some time for us to get acquainted as well. We have Veronica’s memories of what sex is like as a woman, but we’ve never -truly- felt it. What do you say, Dylan? Fuck us just like you fuck her? I could give you another one of those lap dances…”

Dylan loved how this Veronica teased him with the interplay of “we” and “I”. It was practically enough to send him over the edge all on its own. No sense in wasting that passion, he thought. Soon he was pounding her pussy with all the strength and stamina he had. The two engaged a marathon love making session that ran through the original Veronica’s return home. Pleased by the sight of her boyfriend screwing the newly created twin, fully aware the girl had once been his best friends, Veronica stripped down and slipped in to join the fun. Dylan soon lost track of which girl was which, unsure if the first girl he came inside was the Ben and Thomas Veronica or not. It didn’t matter much though, as neither girl relented until he’d filled both up with his seed.

Cuddled up to both women later that night, Dylan found himself studying their features as they slept. Gorgeous brown hair. Plump, kissable lips. Deliciously soft bodies pressed tightly up against him. Completely identical in every way, he realized he’d never know which girl was the original Veronica ever again. Either could claim it, just as either could claim to be the transformed Ben and Thomas. He’d never be certain again. He loved the mystery just as much as he loved his two amazing girlfriends.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Witchy Washery - Part 1



“Ugh, that was so cramped, babe.”, Veronica groaned while climbing out of the dryer.

Veronica…Why was it Veronica? Dylan’s mind raced. She’d just called him from work not even ten minutes prior to check on the reversal spell. She shouldn’t have been here, and it -definitely- shouldn’t have been her stepping out of the machine. Something was very wrong with this situation...Even more wrong than what had gotten them here in the first place.

A hobbyist witch on the side, Veronica had wanted to try “spicing up” her sex life with her burgeoning powers. As Veronica’s boyfriend, Dylan was initially less than thrilled when she informed him that she’d transformed his best friends, without anyone’s consent, into a matching set of pastel blue undies.

Despite his initial hesitations, he had to admit that it was strangely arousing knowing that Ben was trapped in the tight, see through fabric of Veronica’s panties. Tightly clinging and contouring to the fullness of his girl’s ass, there was no sign of Dylan’s former friend. He didn’t even make a peep when she rubbed him all over Dylan’s cock in a very sensual lap dance. Dylan wondered if his friends had sentience enough to experience and appreciate being worn and played with. He certainly did love playing with Thomas and the breasts he was wrapped around while in bra form. Part of him secretly hoped they did too, though he was also terrified of trying to explain all of this once they changed back.

And Veronica had -promised- she’d turn them back the following day. Her assurance was the only thing that made Dylan at all comfortable accepting what she’d done to them. It should have been easy. According to Veronica, all Dylan had to do was run his transformed friends through the wash like any other clothing, but with a few magical ingredients included alongside the detergent. At the end of the process, the two men would climb out of the dryer totally back to normal. Simple. Simple. Simple. Or at least it was supposed to be…

“Ver…onica? Where are Ben and Thomas? You said this would make them human again.”, Dylan asked in bewilderment.

“But it did, silly! I am Ben and Thomas! Well, -was-…We’re Veronica now! Those items you added pulled our essences out of the clothing, merged them, and then reformed the combination into me! Isn’t it wonderful?”, the girl giggled with pleasure.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Clever




“Clever…”, Mark said under his breath as he squeezed his newly blossomed chest in satisfaction. He knew these “developments” should have concerned him, but he couldn’t see how that would do any good now. In his arrogance he’d fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book: the old magically spiked punch. In reality, the mistake hadn’t totally been his fault. The club’s staff had setup a mind-addling spell around the building specifically to combat Arcane Investigator’s like Mark. The very first step Mark took into the club had reduced him from experienced Magus to curious fool.

No time to worry about that though! This party looked fun! Composing herself, Marcia stuffed her breasts back into her new top and strutted out to the dance floor to join the near-orgy of women there, bouncing and swaying to the thick bass. Every so often she’d bump into a man in the throng of bodies, quickly making it her mission to get her body as close to his as possible. She’d never understood the whole “grinding” thing before, but -now- she could see the appeal. It was magical feeling her dance partner’s dick grow thick beneath the caress of her plump rear. It was hot knowing that it was meant to -fuck her-, should she allow it.

However, once she’d had her fun with a man she wouldn’t hesitate to suggest he try the punch as well. After the almost-lap dance she’d given them, they were under her spell. Not a single man she asked refused a drink. She loved watching the magic take hold of them when they did – boring maleness consumed by hot female flesh as their former lives ended and they became little more than slutty club whores alongside her.

Although the Agency would eventually shut the club down for forcibly transforming men into lusty women, Mark had completely disappeared into her new life by that point. Gone was his passion to halt arcane crime. Gone was his altruism. Gone was his manhood. All Marcia cared about now was where the next party would be and which guy would be fucking her by the end of the night.