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Smile By Ed Miller ========================================= My girlfriend was a witch. I know it sounds like bullshit, but it's the simple truth. She was a real witch, with magic spells and everything. I'll tell you about it. She didn't look like a witch, of course. Witches (at least to my mind) are supposed to be old hags with warts, only three teeth, and long, knobby noses. Tina was none of that. She was an absolutely stunning little girl, about five and a half feet tall, with a beautiful face, long brown hair, and great tits. But she could do magic! I'll start at the beginning. It all started because we had a fight. Typically, I was spouting off about something, like how it was her job to do the dishes or something like that, and she just lost it. She started bitching at me about how hard it was to do all the things that I said she should do, or that I said a woman should do, and I didn't want to hear it. I cut her off and told her she had nothing to complain about, and to just shut up. Tina got really quiet. I didn't hear what she said; she just mumbled it under her breath. "Getting even" was the only bit I could catch. We both stopped arguing about it, however, and went back to watching TV. Later on, we went to bed. Sex, at least, was never a problem for us. As soon as we hit the sheets, we were all over each other. Tina reached down to my cock and stroked it to get me hard, as I was kissing her face and tits. I entered her and fucked her for all I was worth, grabbing her hips for leverage and really pushing myself deep into her. Tina was moaning and crying out for more, scratching her nails across my back and arching her own back to push her breasts up against my chest. Her orgasm hit only shortly before mine, and she moaned even louder as I shot my cum up into her pussy. "Well," she said as she caught her breath, "that was certainly a good way to go out." "What are you talking about?" I muttered sleepily, and then I was suddenly completely awake. I could feel a strange sensation in my crotch. I pushed myself back against the headboard so that I could look down at myself. Nothing looked out of order, but the feeling was intensifying. It felt like an orgasm, but different. For one thing, it had already gone on longer than a normal orgasm, and was only gaining strength. My dick stiffened as the feeling got even stronger. I looked over to Tina, and saw her sitting on the side of the bed with a half smile on her lips. "What's happening to me?" I demanded, though I don't know why. I had no idea she would know the answer. "You'll find out," she replied cryptically. I returned my attention to my body, to find that something was indeed happening. As I watched, my dick, standing out at full erection from my crotch, began to shrink. At the same time, my body seemed to bulge out in places and pull in at others. As I watched, my hips got larger and rounder, my arms seemed to shrink, and my chest grew two lumps under my nipples. I was growing breasts! The feeling of all these changes was even more amazing than seeing them. Suddenly, I could feel my ass spreading wider against the sheets. I could feel the weight of tits hanging from my chest. But most of all, I could feel my dick shrinking, and soon disappearing into my pubic hair. It didn't stop there, however. I could feel an indentation form in my crotch, pulling itself back up into me. It felt like a hardon, but like it was growing up into me instead of outside of me. I couldn't believe it. When it was done, the orgasm-like feeling started to subside, and I looked down at myself. I was a woman. My legs were now hairless and shapely, my tits were nicely rounded and about the size of Tina's, my hips were wide and soft, and between my legs, surrounded by hair that was no longer brown but light blonde, was a pussy. I turned to Tina, my mouth hanging open in shock, to see her there with the smirk still on her face. "Wha...Wha...," I began "What happened?" she asked, smugly. "You turned into a girl, stupid. That's pretty obvious." Needless to say, I was thunderstruck, not only at the situation but also at her nonchalance in reaction to it. "If you're wondering how," she continued, "the answer is that I did it to you. After all your ranting and raving and male chauvinism, I wanted to get you back. So, here it is. Here's my revenge. And you'd better do what I say if you ever want to be yourself again." "How..." I began. "I'm a witch, if you must know," she answered. "Now back to you doing what I say. I know that body humiliates you, so I want you to play with it. Touch yourself. I'll sit over here and watch." She was right, I was humiliated. If all she wanted was for me to play with myself, though, I could do that. I reached down to my crotch, surprised even now to feel a pussy there. To feel MY pussy there. My hands knew what to do; they were experienced in bringing pleasure to pussies. But to actually feel those pleasures was different. It felt nothing like my dick, but at the same time it felt equally as good. It WAS humiliating, but at least it was somewhat hidden from view. The blonde pussy hair that covered my cunt was blocking my view, so at least I couldn't see the fingers moving in and out of my pussy. I looked across the room to the chair where Tina had relocated herself to. She was staring at my hand, working in my crotch, with her mouth open in excitement. Her right hand was busily fingering her own pussy, while her left was lifting and caressing her breasts. She saw me looking at her and smiled. "I don't think you're humiliated enough," she said. Her eyes got a glassy look in them for a second, and then she smiled again. "You don't want to see your fingers working your pussy, eh? Glad for your pussy hair, aren't you? Well, we'll see about that." I returned my gaze to my crotch, to find my fingers working in and out of a completely bald pussy. After all that had already happened, I wasn't that surprised to find that Tina could read my mind. Looking at my fingers in my pussy, I could see every minute movement, and feel the sensations each one brought forth in me. There was no way I could pretend that this was not my cunt now. I could see the juice leaking out of my hole to cover my whole mound. I didn't see how it could get any worse. "You're ignoring your tits," Tina pointed out. "Don't you want to feel your hands cupping them? It feels so good!" Actually, all I wanted to do to the two mounds on my chest WAS to ignore them. I was forced to admit, however, that I had to do whatever Tina said. I was backed into a corner. I reached up with my free hand and gingerly began to stroke my tits. As much as I hate to admit it, they were nice breasts. They looked a lot like Tina's, and I had always admired Tina's body. As my hand worked my pussy, I gently cupped my breasts. It did feel kind of good. "Not like that!" Tina said. "Pull on those things! Twist those nipples. Like this." And with that, she began to demonstrate on herself. She pulled on her tits harder than I had seen her do before, and was soon moaning in ecstasy. I redoubled my efforts on my tits. I pinched and pulled my nipples, twisting them and working them harder. I grabbed my breasts and pulled them up towards my head as far as they would go. As time went by, I stopped doing it because Tina said so and started doing it because it felt good. Eventually, I came. "Not bad," she said. She got up from where she was sitting and moved across the room to slip into bed with me. "Now get me off," she ordered. I put my arms around her and pressed close to her. She felt bigger than I remembered, and I suddenly realized that I was smaller. There was nothing I could do, however, so I brought my attention back to the task at hand. At first, I rubbed up against her. My first impulse was to fuck her, but with no dick that was impossible. Rubbing our bodies together still felt good, however. I could feel her tits crushed up against mine as I reached around behind her to grab and knead at her ass. "Lick my pussy," she breathed, and pushed my head down to her crotch. I spread her legs, lying on my breasts between them, and started to lick. This, at least, was something I knew how to do. I paid attention to all the techniques I knew she loved, and soon had her orgasming nice and hard. "Come back up here," she said, and I hastily complied. She wrapped her arms around me and snuggled down to fall asleep, cupping my new breasts. Having no other option, I relaxed and tried to sleep as well. I woke up the next morning, realizing I was alone in the bed. I rolled over, remembering the events of the preceding night. I couldn't believe it. It must have been a dream. However, when I pulled the covers away to reveal my now-feminine body, I realized that it really happened. I got up and headed for the bathroom, piecing together what had happened last night. Tina was a witch? She had said so, and the way my tits were jiggling and my hips swaying as I walked were all the proof I needed. Apart from that, she could read my mind. This was strange. Why had she done this to me? I had no idea. She was obviously mad at me, but I didn't know why. I reached the bathroom, and went inside. I didn't need to use it, but I wanted to examine myself in the full-length mirror. I amazed myself. I looked to be about Tina's height; in fact, my body looked almost exactly like Tina's, except that my pussy was completely hairless, while she kept hers mostly shaved, but with a small tuft of hair at the top of her slit. I had always admired Tina's figure. Now it looked as though I was going to have to get used to having it. My face, of course, was different. I looked like myself, somewhat, but more feminine. If I had a sister, she might look like that. Except for the hair, it was too light. No one in my family had blonde hair, and this was extremely blonde. It was long and straight, hanging down to my breasts. My breasts! It still amazed me that I had breasts. That embarrassed me, if possible, even more than the loss of my cock. Breasts were the detail of the female form that seemed to define it as female, at least in my opinion, and now I had a nice-sized pair hanging off of my own chest. My mind, at least, was still male. As I looked at myself in the mirror, what my mind saw was a beautiful girl. I found myself paying more than the necessary attention to my tits. Look how rounded they are! My gaze dropped down to my pussy. Look how the lack of hair makes it so smooth and sexy. I found myself getting horny. I could feel my pussy wetting itself, and as I looked in the mirror I could see (and feel) my nipples hardening. Just as I was trying to decide whether or not I could stomach touching my own cunt to get me off, I heard the front door open. I rushed from the bathroom, still naked, to find Tina removing her coat and setting a paper bag aside. "Hello," she said brightly. "It's nice to see my little girlfriend up and about. Very nice," she added, her gaze dropping from my face to my body. I ducked back around the corner, leaving only my head out, to hide my nakedness. "OK, you've had your fun," I started, trying to convey an air of authority in a voice that was much higher than mine should have been. "I don't know what you're mad about, but you've had your revenge. Turn me back." "I haven't even started yet," she retorted. "You and your macho bullshit have pissed me off for the last time. You think I'm through with this? You have no idea what humiliation is, yet. But you will," she grinned. "First, though, don't you think you should call in to work? You certainly can't go like that, and you don't want to lose your job." That thought hit me with a shock. It was Friday! I couldn't go to work, but neither could I call in. My voice, as I had established, was now distinctly female. Tina let me be afraid for a minute, and then said, "Don't worry. I already told them you were sick. I don't want you to lose your job. I did leave it kind of vague as to how long you'd be out for, though," she added with a sadistic grin. Paper bag in hand, Tina advanced on me. "I bought you a little present while I was out," she grinned. "I hope you like it. I don't think you will, though." With that, she plunged her hand into the bag, and drew out a long dildo. It was made of pink plastic, and molded to resemble an actual cock, complete with veiny shaft and balls. "No way," I said. "I'm not putting that thing in me. Not a chance." "Oh, but you are," she replied. "That is, unless you want to stay my girlfriend in stead of my boyfriend." She had me there. She held out the rubber dick to me, and I took it from her. I turned around to head for the bedroom. "Not there," she said. "Here. The living room floor." I shrugged, and returned to the living room. I sat down on the floor, cross-legged, feeling my pussy-lips part and the cold air against my wet cunt. I looked up at her, sitting on the couch. She was staring back at me, obviously excited. I realized I had no other option, so I spread my legs and plunged the dildo into myself. I could feel it stretching me, rubbing against my inner walls. It filled me, and it actually felt good. This was what my body wanted, even if my mind didn't. I pumped it in and out of me, starting to speed up. This was humiliating, but it could still be worse. "Have you forgotten about your tits again?" Tina asked. I looked up to find that she had undone her jeans and pulled her shirt up, exposing her tits and pussy. She was pumping another dildo, which looked the twin of the one I had, in and out of her cunt. Grudgingly, I reached up to feel my tits. I didn't want to, but I knew I had no choice. What made it even worse was the fact that it actually did feel good. In fact, it felt wonderful. Soon, I was cumming again. I started to rise, glad to be finished, when Tina stopped me. "I don't think you're done yet," she said, tossing the other dildo to me. "What am I going to do with two of these?" I asked, fearing that I knew the answer. "I think you can figure it out," she said. "You've got more than one hole, after all." I put the first dildo back into my cunt. Watching her for a reaction, I raised the other to my lips. I was hoping that was the hole she was talking about. When she didn't stop me, I took the dildo into my mouth. This was bad, but not as bad as it could have been. I licked up and down the shaft, tasting Tina's juices, and shoving it down my throat. I hated it, but as I did it I was glad that I had at least avoided the alternative. "Good idea, but I think you know that's not what I meant," Tina said. "I want to hear you ask for it now. What do you want." "I want it." "But WHAT do you want?" "I want to be fucked." I cringed, but I had to play along if I ever wanted to be myself again. "WHERE do you want to be fucked?" "In my ass," I responded. This had to be the final humiliation. "Then fuck your ass," Tina commanded. Rolling over onto my side, I spread my legs, with one on the ground and one sticking straight up into the air. I could feel my tits hanging off of my chest and to the side as I shifted my weight. With my right hand, I continued to push the dildo in and out of my pussy. With the left, I reached behind me. As I spread my ass cheeks, it occurred to me that I had a lot more ass than I remembered. I twisted my head around to look. I couldn't see much, but from what I could see, it looked like a round, firm, amazingly sexy ass, almost exactly like Tina's. I pushed the dildo up inside of it. It hurt, at first. I had expected it to. It didn't hurt as much as I would have thought, though. The dildo was well-lubricated with Tina's cum and my saliva, so it slipped into my ass without too much trouble. I lay there on the floor, dildoing myself in the pussy and ass, and slowly beginning to enjoy it. I couldn't help but enjoy it. It felt good. It wasn't that I liked this, but this body was quickly approaching an orgasm, and I couldn't ignore the fact that what I was doing to myself felt good. "Just think, you could have been dildoing your asshole when you were still a man," Tina whispered in my ear. I jumped. My eyes had forced themselves closed in ecstasy, and I hadn't heard her approaching over my own whimpers and moans. "Maybe I should have made you. You would never have gotten so full of yourself, then." Just then, my orgasm hit. I was moaning louder, and rolling around on the floor with my tits jiggling around like there was no tomorrow, and I couldn't reply. As my orgasm washed through me, I stopped resisting the twin dildos pumping in and out of my holes, and started to try to get them in deeper. My body needed more. When I finished, I stayed there spread-eagled on the floor for a minute, catching my breath. When I could breathe again, I said, "You never could have forced me while I was a man. I was bigger than you. I'd have stopped you." All my anger, which I'd been burying so I could play her game and regain my rightful self, was bubbling to the surface. "You think so?" she asked, smirking. "I can make you do whatever I want. In fact, I can make you want it!" With an effort, I controlled myself and didn't respond. I didn't want to be stuck this way. I looked down at myself, and resolved to keep quiet. Tina, sensing my lack of resistance, carried on. "Well, now that you're adjusted to being a girl, it's time for us to have some real fun. We're going out!" she said. I was flabbergasted. "How can I go out like this?" I demanded. "I do, every day," she responded. I was taken aback for a moment. She was right. I was so worried about going out of the house looking like a woman that I hadn't realized that that was all anyone would see: a woman. I still didn't want to go out in public, though. That would be too embarrassing. Suddenly, I hit upon an idea. "What could I wear? I don't have any women's clothes," I said, triumphantly. "Of course you do," Tina beamed. "I made sure you were just my size. You can wear my clothes!" And, of course, I had to play along. Tina dressed me in her own clothes, thankfully picking out jeans and T-shirts for both of us. I think she sensed I would have refused a dress, no matter what. The underwear was bad enough. I nearly refused. Tina forced me into a little black spandex thong that ran right up between my ass cheeks and pressed against the entrance to my back door, and a black bra that matched. I discovered that my breasts were C-cup. "Where are we going?" I asked. "To the bar," she replied. "We've got to get you a man!" Again, my mind raced to avoid another humiliation. "We can't go. It's too early." Tina didn't respond for a moment, she just closed her eyes. While she stood there, the hands of the clock started to move faster. In seconds, it went from noon to nine PM. I looked out the window to find it dark; it wasn't just the clock that had changed. "Being a witch has many uses," Tina grinned. "Come on, you don't want to be late." We got to the bar and I was scared stiff. Just getting out of the car was almost more than I could handle. Walking around looking like a girl was horrible; I didn't know how I could go through with this. There was no way I could forget, either. With each step I took, I could feel my hips swaying back and forth and my tits shifting on my chest. Tina, of course, took me by the arm and nearly dragged me inside. She headed straight for the bar and snagged us two seats. I sat there hunched over, nursing my drink. Of course, a pretty blonde sitting at the bar attracted a lot of attention, but each time a guy came up and asked me to dance, I refused. I couldn't even look them in the eye. Inside, I was seething. How could Tina do this to me? There was no way I could go through with this. I didn't care if I'd be stuck this way forever; there was no way she was going to get me into bed with a man. By the time a half-hour had gone by, I had been hit on by at least ten men. I had turned them all away. The only thing I could see that I could possibly be glad about was that at least my breasts weren't any bigger. Bigger tits would mean even more attention, which I was trying to avoid. After we had been there a while longer, and I had been forced to repeat variations of "Thanks, but no thanks," more times than I could count, Tina got up and snagged me by the elbow, pulling me towards the ladies room. Once we were inside, she whirled to me with a pissed-off look on her face. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "I said you were going to get fucked, and you had BETTER get fucked!" "Not a chance," I replied, happy to be finally standing up to her. "I can't do it. You can leave me like this forever, but you can't make me do it." "Wanna bet?" she retorted, the smirk returning to her face. I had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach. Maybe she could. "First of all, you forgot I could tell what you're thinking," she started. "You were right. Bigger tits would get you more attention. We'll have to do something about that." As she finished speaking, I looked down at my chest. I could feel and see my tits blowing up like balloons. They took their time about it; I'm not sure if that was necessary or if it was just Tina's way of torturing me by drawing out the experience, but it took about a minute for my tits to stop growing. I unhooked my bra as soon as I saw what was happening. I didn't trust Tina to stop the growth before my straps cut painfully into me. I also pulled up my shirt so that I could see what was happening. Within a minute, my breasts nearly doubled in size. I could feel them growing, as the weight hanging off of my chest increased. I could see them inflating, staying round but sticking out farther and farther away from my chest. Amazingly, it felt good. That had to be part of Tina's torture. When they finally stopped, they were nothing short of monstrous. I had never seen tits this size before. "What a set," Tina said, marveling at the round, gigantic breasts swaying on my chest. "I wondered what a DD-cup would look like on your frame. You're pretty small. It's too much of a good thing, I would say, but it'll sure get you some attention out there." "You can't expect me to go back out there!" I said, while pulling my shirt down over my gigantic chest. It barely fit now. My breasts pushed out against my shirt, straining the fabric. It wouldn't reach down far enough for me to tuck back in, so I was displaying two or three inches of bare midriff under it. Worse yet, my nipples were clearly visible through the thin white T-shirt. They were bunched up and hard. "Look at these things! I can't even wear a bra! They'll jiggle all over the place!" "You'll have to go out there if you intend to get home. I don't think you'll want to go home, though. Those tits aren't the only thing I did to you." "Of course I want to go home! Do you think I'd want to stay here." "No, that's not quite what I thought," she responded, cryptically. "OK, I'll make you a deal. If you can walk out that door and make it all the way to the car without smiling at any guys, we'll go home and I'll turn you back to yourself. OK?" "That's a deal," I said. I was looking for the catch. I hadn't smiled at a guy all night, why was she expecting me to now? Tina held the door for me, and I walked past her back out into the bar. I couldn't take my eyes off the men. Everywhere I looked, I saw guys, and they certainly saw me. I found myself staring uncontrollably at their crotches. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my mouth began to water. I suddenly realized that I wanted them. I needed to be fucked. Tina came up behind me and put her lips to my ear. "Don't smile," she whispered. Immediately, one of the guys came over to me. Unconsciously, I threw my shoulders back and thrust out my tits. He walked up to me and started to make some conversation. I didn't even hear what he was saying, I was so busy glancing down at the crotch of his jeans. I could see, clearly outlined in his pants, his hard cock. It was a big one. I looked up at him, wet my lips... And smiled. It didn't take long after that for him to convince me to go to his place. He didn't even put up much of a fight when Tina weaseled her way into coming along. Tina drove to his apartment, and the whole way there he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, while feeling up my tits in the back seat. I'm sure he was wondering what was going on. When we arrived at his place, we sat on the couch for a while, staring absently at the TV. He obviously wanted to get me alone, but he was unsure of what was up with Tina. She let the uncomfortable silence hang in the air for a while. It was torture. I needed to cum, I wanted to be fucked, and she was just drawing it out. Finally, she broke the silence. "So," she started, addressing the guy (whose name I hadn't caught,) "do you wanna fuck or what?" "You mean..." he asked, incredulously, "both of you?" "No, just her," Tina replied. "She's my girlfriend. But I like to watch." Meaning, of course, that she wanted to be witness to my humiliation, but I didn't care. I needed to be fucked too much. The guy looked puzzled, but finally agreed. He led us to his bedroom, and sat me down on the bed. Tina, in her by now accepted fashion, sat down on a chair across the room. The guy started to undress me, but he wasn't fast enough. I tore my clothes off, and his as well. I couldn't stop myself. He kept glancing nervously over to Tina. I couldn't blame him; I wasn't really used to an audience, either. When she saw me taking the initiative, a smile crept across her face. Her clothes had been thrown to the floor as quickly as ours, and as she was sitting there naked, I could see her hand speed up at her pussy. The guy was still acting like he wasn't sure of what he was doing. I was getting pissed at him. Once I got him naked and saw his dick, my hunger for it had doubled. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He, however, appeared to be having second thoughts. "Hungry for it?" I could hear Tina say from across the room. "Do you need it?" I did. I leaned over, taking his cock in my hand, and began to pump it. Slowly, I rubbed my hand up and down the shaft, touching the whole length from the tip to where it disappeared into his pubic hair. "If you're hungry for it, you should eat it," Tina suggested. I could hear the quiver in her voice that mean she was really getting into playing with herself. I didn't want to, but I couldn't resist. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his dick. I sucked it down into my throat, trying to get it all in. By this time, the guy seemed less worried about Tina watching him. He started to work his hips, working his cock in and out of my mouth as I bobbed my head in his lap. My saliva, mixed with his pre-cum, was making his dick warm and slippery. In almost no time, he started to grunt and buck his hips faster. I redoubled my efforts on his dick, and soon he froze, and let out one more strained grunt. I could feel cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed every drop. I was by no means done yet, so I continued to suck him, trying to get him hard again. I was kneeling on the bed, hunched over with my tits hanging down to touch the sheets as my head bobbed over his crotch. My free hand crept down to my soaking pussy and started to finger my clit. When he was hard again, he pushed me over onto my back. I spread my legs, eager to have my cunt filled with cock. As he entered me, I was in ecstasy. His live cock was so much warmer and more arousing than the fake plastic dick that, up until then, had been the only thing I knew. He thrust in and out of me, trying to kiss me, but I pushed his mouth away. I wanted to stare down, between my gigantic tits, to watch him fuck me. With my completely hairless pussy, if I rolled my hips all the way forward I could actually see his dick plunging in and out of me. It was amazingly sexy. It didn't take me long, as horny as I was, before I reached an amazing, screaming orgasm. As soon as I was done, I was lifted up bodily and flipped over onto my stomach. Crouching on my hands and knees with my huge tits hanging down past my elbows, I could feel him entering my pussy from behind. He soon started to thrust into my pussy, each thrust causing my breasts to sway back and forth. This, I knew was being fucked. He entered me even deeper than the last time, and I cried out for more. He fucked me harder, causing my tits to jump around wildly, and gradually driving me down from my knees until I was lying on my stomach with my tits crushed underneath me. He continued to fuck me until I came again. It was even better than the last. Tina came from her attentions to her own pussy at the same time. I could hear her from across the room, moaning and whimpering as she orgasmed. When she finally finished, she called out to us. "Why don't you fuck her in the ass?" From where I was, face down in the covers, I couldn't see what was happening, but I could feel a hand reaching down to redirect the dick from my pussy. He pushed it up to my asshole and slowly pushed it in. I was already stretched by the dildo-play of the night before, so I didn't put up any resistance. In fact, I pushed my ass backwards onto his cock. Once he had my back door filled, he began to pump his shaft in and out. I could feel him stretching my asshole, and again was amazed that it felt so good. He pushed himself into me again and again, more forcefully with each thrust. The sheets under my pussy had bunched up, and a fold was rubbing against my clit, getting me off. After ten minutes or so of hard assfucking, I came. He came soon after, shooting his load up into my rear opening. He got off of me, and I rolled over onto my back, feeling my tits shift on my chest. I lay there panting for a while, trying to catch my breath. "How do you like her tits?" Tina asked. "Nice," the guy replied. "Nice and big." "Would you like them better if they were bigger?" "Yeah," he replied with a lopsided smile. "Why not?" I could see where this was going. "NO!" I screamed, but it was too late. As I looked down between my tits at Tina, still masturbating furiously, I could see a malicious grin creep across her face, and my tits began to grow. I heard a startled gasp from the other side of the bed, but my attention was riveted on my chest. They grew, if possible, even more slowly than before. I could see them creeping slowly across my chest. I could feel their weight increasing, but it was agonizingly slow. As I watched, they continued to grow, and the pleasant, warm, sexy feeling that had accompanied the growth last time was even more apparent now. They didn't stop until they were the size of twin basketballs, and topped by tiny nipples, so hard they ached. I looked at the guy to see his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. His mouth was wide open, and he was staring in disbelief. Feeling my tits grow had made me even hornier, though, so I just pushed him down onto his back and mounted his cock. I slid down it slowly, feeling it fill my pussy as I impaled myself on the shaft. When it filled me completely, and my crotch was resting firmly on his, I began to roll my hips and bounce up and down. The bouncing motion was even more pronounced on my tits. They leapt up and down on my chest, nearly hitting me in the face as I strained to relieve my horniness on this guy's cock. I shuddered in the throes of an orgasm, but didn't stop pumping myself full of his meat. I heard movement from across the room, and I saw Tina getting up. Her hand fell away from her crotch, and as she crossed the room, she seemed to get bigger. Her shape changed, becoming lean and angular, her hair got shorter, and she lost all her padded curves. As I watched, her tits flattened to nothing on her chest, and a cock sprouted from between her legs, standing straight up in an erection. A huge erection. All I knew was that I needed more cock. I bent farther over, still fucking myself on the guy's dick, as the now-male Tina got onto the bed. I rested my tits on the guy's chest and reached back with both hand to spread my ass cheeks, offering my little ass-bud up to be fucked. Tina wasted no time. She entered me up to the hilt at first thrust. Her dick was much bigger than anything I had yet had in my ass, and I nearly thought she would split me open. It hurt terribly, but at the same time it felt too good to stop. I had two real dicks trusting into me from front and back, filling both my holes. It felt so good. It didn't take long for me to cum, and I did again and again. I was sandwiched between these two guys, totally powerless, and getting fucked so hard I didn't know my own name. I don't know how long it went on, but eventually both dicks came, spurting their loads up into my pussy and ass, and Tina got off of me. I looked at the guy under me and saw that he had passed out. "Come on," Tina said, in a low voice. "We're leaving." As I got up, I leaned over to suck the guy's limpening dick again. I wanted to get all the cum from him I could. I tasted the mix of cum and pussy juice on his cock, and licked up every drop. Tina must have done something to out clothes, because they still fit, although my shirt was, unbelievably, even tighter across my tits. We got out to the car, and she pulled out of the parking lot to drive us home. "How did you like the compulsion I put on you?" Tina asked. "What?" "Here, I'll remove it so you can see the difference." Suddenly, what I had done dawned on me. I had fucked two guys (even if one of them was really Tina.) I was disgusted. I nearly was sick. I actually leaned my head out of the window and thought I was going to throw up. Eventually, though, I sat back down on the seat. I could feel cum leaking out of my pussy and ass, soaking my panties. "Will you at least change me back now? Haven't you had enough?" I asked. "Actually, I'm kind of enjoying this. It's fun to control you. And that was my first fuck as a man. You've got a lovely, tight little asshole there." I was nearly sick again. "I think I might keep you this way for a while. I might like to fuck you again," she continued. "I won't!" I said, but I didn't really believe it. "Oh, yes you will," Tina replied. "You'll want to." And that's how it happened. Tina (or Tim, now) is still a guy, and fucks me two or three times a day. She only bothers to compel me to enjoy it while we're actually in the act, so I spend the rest of the time hating myself. I can't even go out in public, and I'm certainly not good for anything but fucking anymore, with a five and a half foot frame and tits that are now watermelon-sized. I just lie around and wait for the next fuck. Now you know why, at the beginning, I said my girlfriend WAS a witch. She's still a witch, but she's now my boyfriend. (fin)