Evan rolled out of bed and rushed for the door, not bothering to grab any clothes. What he saw in the hallway was the last thing he ever expected.
“You’re going down a size!” Cassandra was screaming. “You took my phone, and now you’re going to pay! Get your little butt out here!”
Being dragged along the carpet was a screaming child. It couldn’t have been more than a year old, if that. It was bawling its eyes out, being yanked along the floor against its will. Evan saw that it had an infant-sized diaper on and nothing else. Atop its head was a knot of dark, wispy hairs. Wetness continued to stream down its cheeks.
“Not so tough now, huh?”
Could it be? Evan thought. The app was capable of changing everything about the human body. It all depended on what clothes were put into memory. He had seen what the bras and panties had done to his body, as well as everything else that had given him the body of a woman. On that child was a diaper. He quickly arranged the pieces together in his head. After returning home from her babysitting job last night, Cassandra had brought along a diaper. She had waited until morning, until Brandi had come home from work and gone to bed.
That crying baby was Brandi.
“Cassandra? What’s going on?” Evan asked.
She let go of baby Brandi and left her to cry her eyes out in the middle of the hallway.
“Well, I was just telling Brandi that she shouldn’t steal my phone no more,” she explained.
“Was that before or after you turned her into a baby?”
“During, I think.”
Evan glanced over her shoulder at Brandi on the floor. He couldn’t believe how small she was, how young she was. That tiny little thing with stubby feet and chubby arms barely looked like her at all. And all that from wearing only a diaper? The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Thus far, every piece of clothing only changed body parts, but all of them had been adult-sized. Doing something so drastic—like putting on a baby diaper—must’ve required the whole body to change. It was the best explanation he could think of. Magic didn’t really have an instruction manual.
“How long is she going to stay like that?”
“Until she understands,” Cassandra said. She turned and pointed at the child. “You hear that? No more stealing from Cassandra. It’s bad.”
The baby pouted.
Cassandra sighed. “Well at least she’s stopped crying for now. Or is it he? Those diapers did belong to a cute little boy.”
“Oh great,” said Evan. It had all started out as growing boobs, and now he had the body of a woman and Brandi was an infant.
Cassandra pulled out her phone. “Hey, there’s a message on here.”
“What is it?”
She showed him.
I HAVE NOTICED YOU HAVE MADE MANY CHANGES. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAVE THEM?
“Never seen that before,” Cassandra said. “Of course I want to save them, right? I don’t want everything undone.”
“Wait—”
But of course, no one ever listened to Evan. Cassandra brought her finger down on the button that said SAVE. Nothing seemed to happen. “Oh come on, you dumb thing.” She tapped her finger on the screen several times. “Work, damn you.”
“What’s wrong?” Evan asked.
“It’s frozen, or something. Ouch!” The phone slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground. “It’s really hot!”
Evan had never contemplated the risk all three of them were taking until Cassandra’s phone began to emit a disturbing hum, a noise that he had never heard from any cell phone. It was all fun and games changing their body parts around, gaining the body of a woman, getting fucked by someone with a dick. He had never fully realized that Cassandra’s phone was the only portal into that fantasy. And if something were to happen to it …
“What’s that noise?” Cassandra asked.
“I don’t know.”
Brandi was crying again.
The humming became louder and louder, and then there was a bright flash. Evan covered his eyes. The hallway suddenly started to feel hot.
Kaylee thumped her forehead on the desk. “No. No. Dammit.”
“What’s wrong now?” Ashley asked.
“Oh, nothing, except typical amateur computer programming errors.”
“You mean that it changes body parts instead of the clothes like it was supposed to do?”
Kaylee swiveled around in her chair and stuck her tongue out. “Besides that. I forgot about the save feature. I didn’t take into account how much memory it would use up. God, I’m such an idiot. Ashley, am I an idiot?”
“Sometimes.” The corner of Ashley’s mouth turned upward into a smirk. She carefully blew on her freshly black-painted nails to accelerate the drying process. “Go on.”
“Well, the app kept trying to save over and over, and it kept getting errors.” She turned back to the computer monitor. “In the end, there were three-hundred thousand attempts before it crashed.”
Another day at the Witchsoft Corporation, Ashley thought. It wasn’t a typical app release without something going wrong. She was used to it. Even Winifred didn’t seem surprised. She continued feasting from her food bowl without paying them any mind.
“But you fixed it, right?”
“Well,” Kaylee started, drawing in a long breath. “Not quite. The phone exploded.”
Ashley stared at her wide-eyed. “It what?”
“Hey, it’s fine! I don’t think anyone got hurt, and a firetruck is on the way. We’re good. They were lucky I was at my station. Only bad thing is all the data on that phone is gone, so—”
“—so they’re stuck as who they are now. Got it,” Ashley replied. “Did you at least rewrite reality so they aren’t completely screwed over?”
Kaylee snapped her fingers. “Nope, but that’s a good idea!” She went back to typing. “Evan clearly wanted to be a girl, so I’ll just complete the process … give him the head and hair … I think Brandi, Brandon should be Cassandra’s baby. Yeah, that’ll work out nicely. Convert one of the bedrooms into a nursery. Presto! My witch skills have evolved to level ten. Time to choose a new perk.”
“Maybe one that lessens the chance of screwing up,” Ashley suggested.
After she was done fixing the huge mess caused by the app’s malfunction, Kaylee spun around and slumped into the chair, fanning her face. Ashley glanced over at her and smiled. If there was one thing to admire about Kaylee, it was her diligence as co-owner of the Witchsoft Corporation. Sometimes she spent all night on a piece of code trying to make everything perfect, and then there were times like this where she overlooked something simple. In the world of technology and witchcraft, little mistakes could mean big consequences.
They were getting better at it though. Slowly. A few hiccups were nothing to worry about. It wouldn’t be long until the Witchsoft Corporation was a household name, until almost everyone in the world had one of their apps on a handheld device. They’d have to upgrade to someplace bigger, though. Ashley dreamed of a huge headquarters inside the tallest skyscraper, and a logo so large it could be seen from the International Space Station. They’d be on the cover of Time Magazine, two powerful witches who had revolutionized the market with—
Suddenly, the lights went out, and the computer turned off. Winifred gazed up at the ceiling, startled by the unwelcomed darkness.
“Electric bill?” Ashley asked.
Kaylee slapped her forehead. “Yep.”
Both girls giggled.
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You Bet Your Ass!
Even before Carter opened his eyes he knew it was late morning. There was an irritating red glow coming through his eyelids, the sort that could only come from the sun. He must’ve forgotten to shut the blinds before crashing onto the bed. It wasn’t that uncommon; Carter’s Friday nights were usually spent away from the apartment at some local frat party. The seniors held them damn near every weekend. When he came back home in the wee hours of the morning he was too tired to bothe
r with anything other than meeting a pillow with the side of his face.
In spite of the sun shining through his window and being totally in fuck-you mode, it was still too early to get up. Carter tried to turn his head, but found that he couldn’t—not all the way. Something was blocking it. The haze of sleep began to dissipate, and he suddenly became acutely aware of two things: there was a strange scent hanging on his nose, a medley of all sorts of things including alcohol breath and something far sweeter that made him inhale through his nostrils repeatedly, and that his body was squished between the bed and some other heavy weight.
He opened his eyes. A girl was sprawled out on top of him. At some point between last night and now she had fallen asleep right there, with her head down by his knees and her crotch against his chest. He couldn’t move his head because her legs were on both sides of his face. Talk about a view! Carter rubbed his eyes—with the utmost care so as to not accidentally wake Sleeping Beauty—and gazed down to his chest. Six inches below his chin was her crotch in plain view. The pink thong panty left little to the imagination, and the fabric wasn’t entirely tidy over her privates. After rubbing the last of the rheum from his eyes, Carter now clearly saw that one of her pussy lips was hanging out—shaved, no less! He stared at it, just watching silently for more than a minute, feeling his underwear tighten around a growing erection. It was a beautiful sight. He followed it upward with his eyes, where the skimpy undergarment thinned and disappeared deep between her ass cheeks. The topmost swell of her derriere made him bite his bottom lip.
Then Carter realized something. He didn’t even know who the hell she was! He couldn’t exactly see her face with her legs filling up his peripherals, but still he couldn’t remember bringing someone home last night. She was probably some horny freshman. Those girls were always ready and willing to take their clothes off after a few drinks. It happened every fall. Those sweet, innocent daddies’ girls never left home until college, and they couldn’t keep their panties on after a few weeks on campus. Carter loved that, giving them a little orientation into the college life.
Suddenly the thought of going back to sleep didn’t seem so tempting. With his erection straining the front of his briefs—or what felt like briefs—he leered at that tight pink panty and what it held underneath. During the disorder of sleep his right hand had gotten pinned to his stomach, so Carter used his left. Very carefully, with a hand that would’ve made a surgeon proud, he pushed a finger underneath the fabric, across her nether region, pulling it back slightly. He cursed under his breath for the elastic being so clingy. But diligence paid off.
The mystery woman exhaled through her mouth, and Carter momentarily thought that perhaps she was going to wake up. He held his breath and froze every muscle for thirty seconds, and then for a full minute. When she didn’t show any further sign of movement, he gazed at the newest unveiled prize right there below his face. Her pussy was immaculate, and Carter had seen his fair share of pussies! It was completely shaved—even in those hard-to-get areas. With it out in the open, its sweet scent washed across his nose again, now twice as strong.
Grinning because of this latest stroke of luck, Carter turned his head up and forward. The girl’s pussy was just far enough away that he couldn’t touch it with his lips, but the same couldn’t be said of his tongue. He stuck it out and licked it barely, touching the center with the slimy tip. With the scent and the taste of it now flooding his senses, he was very aware that he had done this before—to the same girl. Maybe last night? He couldn’t be sure. Everything was a foggy mess in his head, especially the last eight to ten hours. There was a party and plenty of hot babes to choose from … but the drive home and everything after remained impenetrable. Not even a name came to mind.
Whatever, he thought. I still ain’t wasting this opportunity.
Carter licked her good, even forcing his tongue inside her a little to taste the interior of her womanhood. He cherished the sweet, somewhat tangy flavor of it. It was even beginning to release a bit of juice. Imagine that! In her sleep, the mystery girl was getting aroused by all the stimulation. Of course Carter had whatever he could get his tongue on, bringing it all back between his lips. He leaned his head forward to the point of neck pain and stuck his nose right there against it, inhaling the aroma. His dick needed some attention right now, but he didn’t want to risk moving her. She was perfect just the way she was.
Yet, Carter wanted more. Sleeping Beauty’s pussy was perfect in every way, but it was her ass that caught his attention now. He brought his hand across her left ass cheek ever so gently, feeling it, following the fantastic curve that stood out so proudly up above his chest. He even gave it a soft squeeze.
With his manhood throbbing unabated, Carter wiggled his right hand and arm free. And, when the woman didn’t wake, he gripped her by the waist and slid her backward a few inches, right up until the vertical slit between her legs seemed monstrously huge. But he wasn’t interested in that. He hooked his thumb under the pink thong panty and yanked it aside, exposing her tight little asshole.
Carter felt dizzy just from staring at it. It was tiny perfection, as hairless as the rest of her privates, and right there for the taking. He couldn’t wait anymore. He clutched Sleeping Beauty by the hips and forced his head up, squeezing his face into her round, shapely bottom. His tongue—not satisfied with only pussy juice—snaked out at once, finding her rear entrance and probing it. It was so tight he couldn’t even get it in there! Not to be thwarted by such trivial roadblocks, Carter pulled his head back a little, pressed a finger inside her asshole to loosen her up a bit, and then dove back in. With enough force he was able to penetrate her. God, she smelled amazing!
At the very moment he had surrounded his face with her magnificent rump, Carter thought he felt her move. However, he didn’t stop to check. His tongue continued licking the rim of her delicious butthole as he pressed a finger inside her pussy. Then there was a yawn from somewhere nearby. The perfect ass suddenly moved on its own, and the half-naked figure rolled off him, turning until he recognized who she was.
“Jada?” he almost screamed, his spit-covered lips wide open.
“Oh, hey Carter.” She rubbed her eyes and looked around, scanning the walls perhaps to find the time. When she didn’t, she glanced down at herself. “Were you licking my ass?”
Carter’s skin erupted with sweat. “What? No. No way! Definitely not.” He feigned a laugh. “Licking your ass? Jada, what weird fantasies do you have?”
“Whatever it was, it felt nice.”
Jada was fucking hot. Carter didn’t know much about her, other than she had moved to the States from Mexico about ten years ago. He wouldn’t have minded serving himself with a dish of Jada-flavored pussy and ass for breakfast. The tent in his briefs wasn’t lying; he really wanted it! Except, there was one major problem with that. Jada was Jason’s girlfriend—his roommate’s girlfriend!
Carter rubbed his forehead—which now had several droplets of perspiration. “Were you at a party last night? Did we … uh … did we do some stuff?” Stuff that’s going to get my ass kicked, he thought.
“Lots of things,” she said, looking down and finding that her panties weren’t fitted over her privates anymore. She made no mention of it, though. “As I recall, you fucked me pretty good.”
Carter’s head hurt. “Oh no.”
She rolled around on the bed. “Do you have a clock in this room or not?”
“Why?”
“For the time. That’s what clocks are for. I’m meeting a friend at one o’clock.”
Carter saw his phone on the floor. “I bet it’s not even noon yet.” He reached down and grabbed it. “Yep, see? Eleven thirty-eight.”
“Good. We still got some time.”
“Time for what?”
Carter wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. There must’ve been a chance that this was all happening in his head, especially since Jada and him had apparently fucked last night and gone to sleep together. And
his head hurt like hell. On top of that, he couldn’t remember a goddamn thing after the party. Jason was going to kill him if he ever found out about this—if it was real. The dude was six-foot-five at minimum and one of the college basketball team’s top shooting guards. Carter could easily imagine one of his hands squeezing his head and popping it like a watermelon.
The chances of still being asleep were around twenty or thirty percent, he figured. He pinched his left arm as a final influence to his calculation. If this were a dream, he still felt pain.
When he looked up, Jada had spun herself around and was now facing him. Her deep brown eyes did strange things to his loins—which happened to be the exact place she was heading! Carter opened his mouth to protest, but his voice came out feeble and almost nonexistent. In fact, he couldn’t even think of words anymore. She had peeled back the elastic waistband of his briefs. Another second passed and his cock flopped out. It had remained hard ever since he had woken to find Jada’s pussy right there at his face, through the ass licking, and even during the surprise of discovering who Sleeping Beauty actually was. His mind was reeling over all the horrible things Jason could do to him, but his body sure as hell wasn’t turned off by this.
She took the head of his cock within her fingers and gave it a lick.
He found his voice. “Jada, maybe we shouldn’t—”
“We have time,” she said. “Jason’s practicing all morning. They have a home game later.”
Carter nodded. “Right.” He did remember that, of all things.
“And he doesn’t fuck me enough anyway. But you did. Let me just repay the favor.”
He rolled his head back as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. This was all wrong, but he didn’t want to speak against it. Jada was one of the sexiest women on campus, and her mouth was like a pleasure portal. His fingers clenched the sheets hard as her tongue wrapped around the tip of his prick. It was so sensitive now. A mere gust of air across the head of it would’ve sent shivers up his spine, but her tongue was so much more.
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