The Ultimate Smut Collection 5 (3 page)

I sat up and went back to work once the shock passed. I know that when the change is happening that I can’t really feel it, but I imagined that if I sat very still and concentrated hard that I could sense the slow creep of alteration. Rather than drive myself crazy I started researching the guy that Jessie had found to help us out. He claimed to be a DM (doctor of magic, to you), and some research into his background and his alma mater told me that his claim was probably legit. He hadn’t just bought his degree online somewhere.

I resurfaced to check on my changes. They were proceeding like they usually did though I hesitated to call them normal. My hair was longer and had changed entirely over to that golden blond color. My eyes were still caught halfway between green and brown though the brown was starting to lose the fight.

My nipples were pointed and drooped a bit, the flesh underneath them puffy and tender. My hips were slightly wider and my bottom was starting to gain what looked like a layer of baby fat. The blank between my legs had formed a depression and I knew that if I stroked it that it would feel like my penis had gone to sleep. There would be a distant sort of pleasure from it, but nothing like a sexual high. That would come later.

The day wore on and the changes in my body slowly compounded. I knew what the final picture would be but the curse seemed to enjoy taking its own sweet time getting there. I woke up groggy after a long afternoon nap to find that I was no longer even neuter; anyone would have identified me as female.

I was shorter, of course. Sometimes I thought that the curse had gotten things wrong and that I was going to shrink down to nothing, but the fact was that I lost a half inch per hour from midnight to midnight; I’d end up at five-three instead of my true height of six-three. My hair was still growing too; by the time it finished, it would be long enough that I’d have to sweep it out of the way when I sat down. My nipples were enlarged and their bases had gone from puffy to swollen, not quite an A-cup yet but well on their way. My hips were starting to gain a pleasant curve along with my ass and my legs were smooth and hairless already. The depression between my legs had noticeable lips now and it was deep enough to swallow my index finger to the first knuckle.

The changes had hit me hard on that first full moon and we had spent four weeks trying to figure out how to either find the woman who’d done it or break the curse. We’d gotten resigned to the situation by the end of that time but then on the first night of the full moon I’d sat bolt upright in bed at midnight from the return of the shock. By the time, I woke up the next morning I could see that the changes were starting to reverse themselves.

That was when we found out about the third part, when Jessie started to turn female while I turned male. By that night, we were clear about what was happening and while I was glad to be back in my male form, I could see the scared-rabbit panic in Jessie’s eyes.

Each time the change happened and we shifted between our forms there was a tiny kernel of panic in the back of my mind. What if this was the last time? Magic wears out sometimes, after all. There were worse things but I’d always felt trapped by the urges.

That was the second part of the curse, of course. Whoever had the female form was wracked by lust for the other. It took at least one session a day to keep her satisfied, and when I was female I seemed to prefer two if I could get it. I don’t know how Jessie had held out while I was away. We’d experimented a bit over the years and we’d found that thanks to the curse other men simply weren’t satisfying to that urge. Part of my panic was related to that need that built up each day.

I tried not to think about it while my body changed. By the time the sun was going down my breasts had started to swell for real, and I had achieved a C-cup or so. I could feel the compression when my waist pulled in, striving for its usual slim size. My hips kept getting broader a tiny bit at a time until I had to abandon my pants and go with the same silk robe that Jessie had worn the evening before. I could feel the space between my legs getting deeper as well. It wasn’t a sexual feeling, though I was aware of what was going on. My guts rumbled while organs shifted and grew inside.

I went to bed early after having a light dinner. I lay there with my arms wrapped around myself, feeling my breasts swell. Early on, we’d experimented with binding the breasts so that she could pass as a man. It was wasted effort thanks to the urges and the exaggerated feminine form that she sported. Now I just lay there and let the changes happen, eventually drifting off to sleep.

The dreams while female were always the same. They took place in bed, with the dreamer in the female form and whoever the man was in his own form. They were dreams of slow exploration, of hot touches and wet tongues, gasping, caressing and whipping each other into a frenzy of desire.

Suddenly a shock ran all the way through me, just as blazing hot as the last one had been soothing and cool. Gigantic, heavy breasts rolled and bounced on my chest as I gasped, and my long hair filled the bed with its silk. I ran my hand down to my newest lips and confirmed things; I was locked in with a fully-formed pussy and a hard little nub down there. I was hairless down there, too, not just shaved but actually bald. My hips and butt were very much in evidence while I sat there, and I could feel the sheets sliding over my smooth legs. The shock of heat ran through me and settled down just below my belly, where it gradually faded until it was just comfortable warmth. I knew that warmth would grow until it was an unstoppable need but for right now it seemed content to wait.

I slipped back into sleep and my dreams were full of promise. I was whipped into a frenzy by a man I couldn’t see. His hands and mouth were everywhere. He plunged through my hair, squeezed and rolled my nipples, roughly pulled my groin to his, and traced the faintest of touches over the sensitive skin that stretched over my hipbone. I felt his shaft like hot marble against my leg, my belly, my breasts, my lips. Within seconds I was aching for him to plunder me, to make me his and I cried out for his heat and his strength. Somehow, he was always just out of my reach, even with his heavy body crushed against mine. Repeatedly he pushed me to the pinnacle of desire, only to let me cool and start over. Each time the heat settled into my belly and glowed brighter.

The dreams were always like that.

When I woke up again it was still very early. I moaned quietly while I ran my hands from my shoulders to the massive bulge of my breasts and down, over my ribs and flat belly and further until I was resting my palms on my hips. I was hot and wet, still turned on from the dreams.

This female body, my body now, had more than just the strange dreams that marked it as unusual. She was also much more sensitive. My fingers felt as though there were electrodes attached to them. They left trails down my skin, trails of fire that settled into my flesh and then joined the growing heat under my belly. The heat was driving me deeper into my fugue, my eyes closed and the warmth of my blankets making me relaxed, loose and even hotter.

I left one hand down below, stroking at the swollen lips down there. The other wandered over my belly and then back to the lofty peaks that quivered on my chest. I kneaded and rolled my heavy breasts, my hand and wrist busy at them. I gasped whenever I happened to stray across one of my engorged nipples, the sensations beyond anything I had ever felt as a man.

The first time I’d felt this, I’d fought it. A woman’s desire, a woman’s pleasure weren’t things I could easily deal with. To be so overwhelmed by the needs of this incredibly feminine body had felt like an attack on my male mind. I’d resisted the urges until I was almost panting with them before entering Jessie’s bedroom for the first time.

I smiled now as I thought about it, my hands easy and free on my now-familiar curves. I’d been so nervous and ashamed, but there had been nothing I could do to stop the need pushing me to him. Jessie had already been asleep and I’d stood there staring for a long time. I remembered that I had been so aroused that I could feel the wetness from my groin drip streaks down the inside of my delicate thighs. I’d felt ridiculous and so very horny.

I hadn’t been sure what to do then. Today I circled the hard nub of my new clitoris, rubbing gently while I thought back. At that point, I’d held out for two days and there just weren’t any other options left open to me. Masturbation worked, but had only offered short-term relief before the desire had surged back even stronger. Somehow, I’d known that relief lay with Jessie. I’d finally let the robe slip off me and then I’d slowly worked my way into his bed. I’d been clumsy since I hadn’t been used to my body at that point, so I’d taken my time. Soon enough, though, I’d been in bed next to him, my soft curves just a breath away from his skin. Jessie slept naked, and the sight of the flat planes of his spare body had sent the desire for him even higher. I’d felt dizzy, as if running a fever.

The combination of my heat, our combined breathing and our skin-to-skin contact had brought Jessie slowly out of sleep. I’d seen him focus on me, and then I’d watched confusion spread across his face. I’d touched his lips softly and said, “Please. Please, just…I have to, Jessie. There’s something in the magic, and…I have to.”

Jessie had continued to look confused and scared but his body had certainly reacted. The urges driving me had made me bolder than before. I had put one tiny hand on his belly, just above the point where the rough hair started, and I had whispered again, “Please.”

He had reached out with a trembling hand and had touched the side of one of my enormous tits, and I had closed my eyes and moaned as I moaned now, remembering. Then as now, the heat had filled me, driving me to act. I’d pushed myself closer, stretching my incredible body against his, and then I’d reached down to find the hard shaft that I’d needed so badly.

I panted wildly as the scene from my past dissolved into random bursts of images. There had been so much sex in the last five years, from both sides, and I knew what worked for this body from the inside out. I slid a pair of fingers in, curling them to brush against the rough tissue at the top of my inner cavity while I kept rubbing my palm against my clit. I shivered while waves of mingled heat and cold wracked me.

The waves ran through me quicker, closer together, and I knew that I was close to the edge. I slowed down a little, luxuriating in the pleasure this body brought me. I’d long since grown past embarrassment, which freed me to enjoy the sensations.

I did so, rubbing and kneading steadily while the pleasure spiked inside. Some orgasms were explosive, but the ones I brought myself were like being taken off my feet by an ocean wave; they were powerful but gentle, and left me helpless. I moaned when the peak hit, whimpering while I coasted down the other side. I was powerless in its grip, writhing slowly on the bed while my hips surged upward, bringing me up to my phantom lover again and again.

The climax passed, leaving me gasping. I reveled in the relaxation and lack of desire, even though I knew that it was just going to return even stronger until Jessie was involved.

I was glad to hear that Jessie had come up with a possible solution, but I enjoyed the pleasure that the female form brought me. There were downsides, like the constant horniness and the backaches, the initial awkwardness of movement that Jessie and I had both beaten, and of course the lack of any official existence. There were options for those caught by permanent transformations, but didn’t want to go public with our affliction. That was part of the reason that we ran an independent potioneer’s shop instead of working for someone else.

My body finally calmed down enough for me to feel the urges start to ramp up again. I moaned quietly, waiting for Jessie to wake up so that I could screw him into a coma.

It had been a difficult adjustment on both sides. However, needs must and we both understand that it was more of an arrangement of necessity than anything else. Our relationship had gradually grown comfortable with the constant sex. We had both tried other men from time to time, but it was just like masturbation; it felt nice, but for lasting freedom from the urges we could only turn to each other. Even then, we had to come back at least once a day or the urges would start to build to the critical point.

I stood and walked down the hallway, grabbing up the robe as I went. I wrapped it around my spectacular body, tying the sash carelessly. I didn’t expect to wear it for very long since I was incredibly horny, though I wasn’t to the point of dripping yet. I slipped into Jessie’s room and found him sitting on the bed, grinning at me. I grinned back and said, “Guess someone’s anticipating a special present.”

“Shyeah. And I guess someone had a visit from the tit fairy.”

I laughed and pulled at the top of my robe, spreading it open to reveal my gigantic bosom. They quivered and jiggled with each breath and step, and I said, “You have NO idea how ready they are for you, either.” Ours wasn’t a relationship of pet names or coy talk. We were friends helping each other through difficult times and now that we had a glimmer of hope, it had turned fun again.

I crawled into bed with him, the silk robe and my own hair spreading behind me to create a curtain that floated over us. I smiled at him, the two of us face to face and blocked out of the rest of the world by the rippling waves of hair and silk. I was on my hands and knees, my gigantic breasts barely brushing against his chest. I was so hot and ready that I was starting to drip, and I felt his cock tease my lower lips. Jessie grinned at me and didn’t move, and I snickered. Jessie was obviously glad to have his cock back, and in my current state, I was glad to see it as well.

He said, “I have something I want to try, but I know you need something else first.” He lifted his hips, just enough for the head of his shaft to slide over the opening, and I moaned. The first time after a change was never the best, but we both knew what I needed. I slowly lowered my hips, rolling my eyes upward and groaning as he slid into me. It had been a month since the last time I’d felt this, and the first time was always the most intense. I sighed when I reached bottom, feeling myself grasp at him with my inner muscles. He groaned, and I started to roll my hips.