The Ultimate Smut Collection 5

by Carl S East

  “There haven’t been any witch queens for three hundred years,” I said.

  She nodded, grinning cheerfully while her blonde hair swirled and her breasts jiggled with the motion. “Exactly! He said it would be around a thousand dollars, and I told him that we could come up with that for something this important.”

  “Yeah, totally. I’ll sell off some of the stocks and we’ll be golden. When do we go see him?”

  Her grin widened just a little. “A week from today.”

  Mine fell. “Oh. So not until after…”

  “Sure, but who cares? Once we go see him we don’t have to worry about it again, right?”

  I snorted. “Sure, easy for you to say?”

  She glared at me. “Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how hard the last three days were?”

  I had some idea. I’d been away at a conference, a series of programs on how to survive as an independent potioneer in today’s market. I’d hated to leave her alone for so long but there just hadn’t been the money for both of us to go. As soon as I’d walked through the door she’d attacked me and a couple of strenuous hours later here we were. I was exhausted.

  “Yes, I have some idea,” I said, smiling a little.

  “Yeah, yeah, felt great, but that’s true every time. It was the earliest appointment I could get, okay? We’ll just have to survive it until then.”

  “YOU will. Full moon’s tomorrow.”

  I opened my eyes in time to see her try to hide a grin. “Yep. But hell, last time, right?”

  “I sure hope so.” I closed my eyes again and she got up to go. I barely had the energy to watch her wrap her spectacular body in her silk robe and head to her own room. I was asleep seconds after she closed the door.

  Thoughts of Jessie filled my head that night. It was normal for the night before the change. I woke up at midnight, sitting upright in bed with a gasp like someone who’d been thrown into a mountain stream. A moment of absolute cold passed over me and I wormed my way back under the covers again, resigned to what I would find in the morning.

  I woke up around nine. I hadn’t set an alarm because I liked to sleep as late as I could on the night before the change. We had the shop closed that day. Most of our patrons believed our story that we had to recalibrate things because of the full moon and since it wasn’t a complete lie we were able to get away with it once a month.

  I sat on the edge of the bed letting my brain become used to my altered body. Then I stood and went into the bathroom to take stock. I was shorter of course. My hair had started to grow out, changing from its usual nondescript brown to a much lighter golden blonde color. My eyes were stuck somewhere between green and brown, set in a face that was no longer mine. My body was more delicate, slimmer and less hairy than before. My cock was so short now that I almost had to sit down for my morning piss but I stood out of a sense of defiance.

  Jessie was already up by the time I got to the kitchen. She usually got up early, feeling that the curse was no reason to change her habits. She mostly used the day off to work on the paperwork for the shop, get things tidied and see to any chores that could be done without going outside. Rumors of a curse affecting the proprietors could do a lot of damage to a shop like ours, so we didn’t go out on those days.

  Jessie put a cup of coffee down in front of me and said, “Morning. A little short today, are we?”

  Jessie herself was noticeably taller than she had been the night before. She wasn’t quite as tall as I was yet but it was just a matter of time. Her breasts had shrunk dramatically, hardly a B cup anymore. I glanced at the clock and felt my own chest. Still flat, though not as hard as it usually was. Her hips were narrower as well, no longer the grand triumph of biological architecture that they’d been for the last month. My own sweatpants felt a bit tight but I knew it was psychological; the real changes wouldn’t start until noon. Her hair was shorter and darker and her eyes weren’t nearly as clear a shade of green as they had been.

  “Ha ha,” I said in a monotone. “With material like that it’s no wonder that someone cursed you.”

  Jessie snorted and left for the shop’s office. We inhabited a spacious apartment above the potion shop that we both operated during normal days. Half the space below was for the public face of the shop and the rest was for storage, office and laboratory space.

  I spent the day as I usually did, on the Internet trying to track down any information about transformation spells that I didn’t already know. The problem with learning anything about transformation magic was the same problem that I ran into with other spells: they were beyond my level.

  The more ability you’re born with, the more powerful the magic you can comprehend. The powerful mage’s and witch queens and wizard lords are only halfway plugged into reality. That’s why it was hard for me to make any headway on the curse. I just wasn’t powerful enough to understand a lot of what had been done.

  None of the witch doctors we’d consulted had been able to give us much either. A few of them had tentatively prescribed some expensive pills, but they hadn’t done anything at all to the curse. The problem was that the magic was only active once a month, on the days that we changed. The rest of the time, it only left a faint trace that was difficult for normal practitioners to discern.

  I felt myself changing more and more as my Internet searches went on. Just before noon, I stopped to go lie down. I stared at the ceiling while the clock ticked down and right at noon I felt a shock as though something inside me had been turned inside out. It passed quickly, leaving me in almost the same condition, I’d been in a moment before but I knew the truth. I was on the other side now, accelerating toward womanhood. Jessie was heading the other way.

  I felt between my legs. My cock and balls had shrunk all morning and now there was nothing there but a flat blank. I was as well hung as a Ken doll. The rest of me was neuter as well; purely androgynous to the point where it would be impossible to tell whether I’d been born male or female.

  I knew that Jessie was going through the same thing. He was probably grinning, though, the bastard. In the five years since we’d acquired our curse, he was still tickled on the days that he turned male again and depressed on the days that he turned female. It made for a tense couple of days each month as the other symptoms of the curse worked their way into his mind.

  It was too early for that but I knew what was coming. The witch who had cursed us hadn’t looked like the traditional witch. There was a lot of black and a lot of capes and pointed hats and attempts to grow warts. She had been one of the neo-witches, the ones who look more like people who’d gotten lost on the way to a heavy metal concert than dangerous magical practitioners. Young and irritable, she’d taken umbrage at the state of our shop, deeming it quaint and dirty. I took pride in presenting a neat storefront to our patrons but I hadn’t said anything, just set my jaw and set to straightening some of the ingredients into neater rows. Jessie had tried to joke with her to defuse the situation.

  She hadn’t been in a joking mood. When he’d said something about the place just needing a woman’s touch, she’d swelled up and pointed a finger at both of us while shrieking something about making sure that it wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Then she’d spun and left, disappearing from our lives completely. We’d forgotten about it by that evening but that midnight was the first time for me to sit straight up while someone poured ice water through me. I’d already started changing when I got up the next morning and by the time the next day rolled around, we were aware of the first part of what the curse was doing to me.

  Of course, the second part took another day. And the last part took another month.

  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 sl
ip 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.