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Story Title: "Mike, don't be so cocky!" A Spells-R-Us story inspired from the fantastic stories at www.fictionmania.tv Author: Fafhrd Written: 29th - 31st July 2002 Author comments: This is my first draft of this, my first story. I hope you like it. I will probably read through a few more times correcting any typos I've missed and changing things here and there, but as it stands it reads as something like the tale I had in my head. I may well add or subtract or change things at a later date, in which case I'll re-submit it as the 'new, improved version!'. And when I get a chance there may be some follow-ups or spin-offs. A few words to potential readers before you start: 1- If you are under the legal age necessary where you live to read sexually explicit matter, then you must not read this story, you don't want to break the law. 2- If you are easily offended by bad language, sexually explicit literature, or bizarre sexual situations then it is probably a good idea not to read this. 3- There are aspects of racism, male chauvinism and homophobia in this story. You'll see I disapprove of all of these. As long as you can ignore them to see what happens, you'll probably be ok! :) 4- This story is obviously a work of fiction. That's why you're reading it - in the hope that it might, just possibly, not be. Sorry to disappoint you. I did kind of have somebody in mind who the main character reminded me of, in some ways, but essentially this is totally the work of my imagination and should not be seen as anything else. Categories: (this is a tough one) Bizarre modifications, spells-r-us, magical transformation, she-male, objects there are probably a few I haven't thought of so I leave that to wiser heads than mine to decide! Like I said I hope you enjoy the story! SRU- Mike, Don't be so cocky! Mike was a bully. His mates wouldn't have called him that because they wouldn't have thought of it, but all the women in his life and now out of it would, even his mum. He wasn't violent or the kind of moron who went around the pubs from evening to evening getting shit-faced and picking fights with anyone who could be bothered with him, or with anyone too clueless to realise he was winding them up, although he managed it occasionally when his best mate Peter didn't keep him out of trouble's way. But he was a bully nevertheless - an intellectual bully. He seemed to take the most sadistic pleasure in touting his superior intellect at every opportunity and could make people hurt with only a few well-chosen words. Needless to say he wasn't mister popular! Nevertheless, all his mates all thought he was a pretty cool dude. (Of that he was certain and he was naturally a super-stud.) He could be Prince Charming when he needed to turn it on, and his idle boasts of his sexual adventures spanned across the globe with his dick that could pleasure a woman for the whole nightlong. So he would have them believe. Problem was Mike was cute and he knew it, and he knew that at 38 he was getting a bit long in the tooth to stay the teenage Cassanova and it was long overdue that he settled down (or 'grew up into a human being' as Diane put it before she dumped him), but so what. His mates were all that mattered, certainly more than that stupid bitch and even they were a bunch of assholes most of the time. As he wandered along Kensington High Street he thought about Diane. Yes, she was, a good shag, but he'd had better, and he could do without the ear-bashings every time he put a foot wrong. "Fuck her! I couldn't care less about bitches like that. About time I marry a rich old bitch and fuck her till she has a heart attack," he smiled. "What the fuck!!?" he was jolted as a black guy ran past nearly knocking him over. "Watch where you're going, stupid coon wanker!" he scream at him as he disappeared round a corner. A second or so later as he was righting himself a copper came running up to him, out-of-breath. "Did you just a see a black man running and where he went?" the policeman asked him. "Yeah, the cunt nearly sent me flying," he said, "he went round that corner on the right just past the cafe, hope you catch him!" The policeman speed off in pursuit and Mike watched for a few moments then looked up. There was a shop just in front of him. "I don't remember that being there in moment ago" he mused. "Spells-R-Us!" the shop sign said. "Mind you, I suppose it must have been, certainly looks like it's been there forever." He clocked a 'Magic pussy - guaranteed to be even more pleasurable than the real thing!' in the window. There was a picture of a naked girl who looked a lot like Angelina Jolie would without her Tomb Raider gear spreadeagle on the box. "Hmmh," he thought, "must be a sex-shop. Mind you, if that gives as great a fuck as a nice tight pussy then I'll get a dildo for Diane as well and let her know she's been replaced for something more useful that gives without keep taking," he managed a quick smirk. "I like that idea!" He pushed open the door and it gave a ding! just like an old-fashioned tailor's shop. "There's a lot of stuff in here," he thought, "mind you doesn't look like any sex-shop I've been in before, no nurses & maids outfits, videos or toys. Most of those bikinis and dresses are boring and ugly." He spotted a large stuffed wolf on the floor near the counter and could almost have swore he saw the eyes following him as he looked around the shop. "Sorry about that Mike!" an old man with a funny looking bathrobe came out from a door hatchway with one of those seventies multi-coloured plastic tassle things hanging down. "Was tied up in a rather nice video chatroom online and I didn't hear you come in!" Mike knew exactly what he meant and smiled! He was no stranger to them himself, many a quiet evening he'd jerked off to Joanne in Milwaukee fingering her pussy for him or Kylie in Edinburgh. "Hang on a sec!" he thought. "How did you know my name?" he asked the old man. The old man looked around, and stopped himself halfway through pointing towards the counter, "Somebody moved that damned sign again!" he sighed. "Because I'm a wizard and I know all sorts of things!" he said. "Like I know you just split up with Diane, and you like the look of the Magic Pussy in the window." "What the fuck?!" Mike thought aloud. "How did you know that?" "Mind your language in here young man, please. There is a lot of magic in the air, and we don't want any nasty unexpected surprises from a few badly chosen words getting mixed up with a loose spell!" "Whatever," Mike said. "I also know that you'd like a dildo for Diane so she can go F--- herself!" Mike grinned, remembering Diane. "Absolutely right!" "Well the magic pussy is on special offer at the moment at ?38, but I don't think it's the best thing I have for you," the old wizard said, turning round to head behind the counter. He ducked down for a moment and pulled out a drawer at the bottom of the cupboard below the cash register. "This has been sitting around for a while so I can give you an excellent stock clearance price on it," he said, coming back round and handing Mike a small red ring-box. "It's a ring of three wishes," the wizard said, "and it normally sells for ?300 but I can let you have it for ?20, just to clear some old stock out of the way, and besides, you seem like a nice young man who could do with a good turn after the morning you've just had." "You're not wrong there!" Mike said, Diane had been a right evil bitch before she told him to get out and never come back. There was nothing wrong with his technique or his dick. She was just being unkind, but he didn't need that at the moment, what with his workmates accusing him of stealing the cordless reciprocating saw. "But how do I know it can really grant wishes, I don't need to get ripped off?" he asked the old man. "Well," the old wizard smiled, "there's no such thing as a free lunch, but you see that stuffed wolf over there by the counter?" "Yeah, tatty old moth-eaten thing - isn't it about time you chucked it out?" The wolf suddenly started to blink and shake itself, then slowly got up and came towards him. "Say that again," the wolf growled at him, "and I'll bite your pathetic excuse for a dick off. "I'm not old, I'm only 26, and no moth gets near me and lives." Mike nearly jumped out of his skin. "Call him off!" he yelled at the wizard, "I didn't mean it!" "Go and sit down and stop scaring the customers!" the wizard glared at the wolf who cowered, lowered his head and ambled slowly back beside the counter and sat down again. "Ever seen a talking wolf before?" the wizard grinned. "Good point!" Mike breathed a sight of relief, "Mind you it doesn't prove the ring is magic." "True," the wizard nodded. This guy was a pain, the sooner he changed him the better, he thought to himself. "OK, well if you pay for it now, and then have your first wish right here in the shop, just to prove it works... if it doesn't I'll give you your money straight back!" "OK, sounds very fair to me," Mike said. "A tenner did you say?" he was always a chancer. "No Mike. It's an absolute steal at ?20. How many people do you know who can really have three wishes granted for ?20?" "You drive a hard bargain old man!" Mike grinned, fumbling in his pocket for a ratty old twenty-pound note that could almost have gathered dust it had been there so long. The wizard handed Mike the ring-box and took Mike's money. Putting it on the counter. He certainly didn't want to handle such a disgusting object any longer than necessary! "So how do I work this thing?" Mike asked. "Just put it on and make a wish," the wizard said, "but I always give instructions with my products, so I'll tell you, be careful to think carefully what you wish for, and that your wish won't hurt anybody." "I'm cool," Mike said, opening the box. Not a bad ring he thought. 'If that's a real ruby then this will sell for hundreds, even the gold is worth more than ?20' he figured. Pulling the ring from the velvet lining he put it on his finger. "Oh, I'd recommend you take it off between wishes, just in case you have any accidental wishes!" the old wizard said to Mike, watching him. "So what you going to wish for?" he said as if he didn't know. "That's easy!" Mike said, "I've always wanted to be the most handsome man in the world." "Ok, go for it!" the wizard smiled. "Here goes....," Mike said, "I wish to be the most handsome man in the world." There was a loud bang like the world had just had a car crash and Mike was stunned by a blinding flash which passed almost instantly. "Nice wish!" the wizard smiled, "there's a full length mirror in the changing room over there at the back of the shop so you can check yourself out." The wizard turned and pointed Mike in the direction of the back of the shop at what looked more like a walk-in cupboard. Wandering off, not feeling any different and feeling disappointed that it hadn't really worked despite the fireworks, he reached the changing room and pulled open the door. There was a pull-cord, which he yanked crossly and the bare bulb lit up. He walked in and there was a big mirror in front of him, but the young man standing staring back at him from the behind the mirror glass was nothing like him. Mike had to admit he was feeling really horny, just looking at him, and realising this was the new him. The young man had a beautiful face that looked like a young Stephen Dorff, say about nineteen years old, but the body was much bigger. He could see through the clothes the athletic V-torso and a lightly muscled rippling through the ripped 501's and tee-shirt. God this guy was gorgeous! He pulled his shirt off and looked at the Adonis like beauty reflected back from the mirror. Muscular and broad-shouldered without being huge and overblown. "So what have I got in here?" he mused looking down at the crotch of his jeans, he could hardly wait to see his new, improved, super-cock, if it was anything like the rest of this beautiful body. He undid his flies and pulled the jeans down around his ankles then lowered his boxer shorts. Mike's face went crimson with rage and screamed out at the wizard, "What have you done to me you bastard?" Between Mike's legs was the sweetest, prettiest penis and testicles you've ever seen, they could almost have been modeled on Michaelangelo's David, although David would have been well-hung by comparison with these. Mike penis and testicles would definitely have been better matched to a ten-year old boy. He charged past the door of the changing room - with his jeans nearly tripping him as he tried to run toward the wizard to choke him. The wizard held up his hand and Mike froze in motion. "Don't get violent young man, especially not with me. That would be very silly. You have exactly what you wished for. Only problem is you weren't specific enough," the wizard smiled, amused at the pathetically small genitalia on such a beautiful young man. "There's no need for concern. You still have two wishes left, so you can use them to correct anything you're not happy about. I suggest you put a bit more thought into it next time," he continued, "besides, you certainly are the most handsome man in the world, and most women couldn't care less about dick size. They'd rather be licked out than badly fucked! You just need to be a bit more accurate in your description of your wishes." If Mike could have shown his relief at what the old man said, he would have done, however moving anything at all was just a little impossible at the moment. Sensing he had diffused situation with the volatile young man, the wizard snapped his fingers and Mike collapsed on the floor. "I think you'd better cover those up before somebody comes in and sees you," said the wizard pointing at Mike's tiny genitals. Mike struggled up rouse himself from the floor, and glanced down, he suddenly felt highly embarrassed about being so inadequate in the 'manhood' department. He quickly pulled up his boxer shorts, blushing, and buttoned up his flies. "I guess you're right," he said, smiling very nervously at the old man. He buckled his belt, fumbling and decided he needed a drink, but that mostly he needed to get out of this place, and fast! "Well I guess I should be going," he said nervously heading to the door, past the wolf who was busy licking his rather massive penis with enthusiasm. The wolf grinned wickedly at him, "See ya Titch!" taunting him. "Yes ok, nice to meet you Mike, and good luck with those wishes!" the wizard smiled pleasantly at him as Mike almost ran to the front door of the shop. --- Heading back out along the high street Mike walked to the tube station. As he walked down the steps a beautiful blonde bumped into him. "I'm so sorry!" she said suddenly faced with the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life. "... handsome," she quickly added giving her sweetest luring smile. Mike almost creamed his jeans looking at her beautiful cleavage when he remembered that his previously prized 'family jewels' needed a 'little work' before putting them to the test. He smiled back seeing her almost swoon with desire. "No problem, love, but I'd better get on I'm late for an appointment," he lied. He enjoyed this power he suddenly seemed to have over this beautiful girl but thought to himself, "I gotta wish a big dick for myself as soon as I can sort the wording out!" and realised he'd better get back home straight away. --- The wizard, walked to the door of his shop and locked the door. "How come you gave him such a cool wishing ring?" the wolf asked, stretching himself lazily forwards. "Midas's Ring of Magical Disappointment was exactly what he deserved," the wizard observed, "after all he's a nasty piece of work but he's also a clever SOB and he'll make his last two wishes about as airtight as a lawyer would. I needed some way to make sure that whatever he wishes for, it'll find a loophole he's missed." (folk-lore has it that King Midas was granted a wish by Dionysus for his kindness to a satyr. If they only knew!) "I can't wait to see how it turns out!" the wolf grinned "It's probably a bit early yet, give it about four hours and we'll go and check, in the meantime I think you can help me tidy up, there's a load of new British stock out the back that needs to be brought in," the wizard replied. "I just realized, he forgot to get the dildo for Diane. Never mind, I expect we'll catch up with her at some point," he mused, heading back through to the rear storeroom. --- By the time Mike got home his nerves were shot to pieces. He remembered a joke he'd heard years ago about a guy telling his mate he'd had a nightmare..."I woke up on a desert island surrounded the most beautiful women he'd ever seen," and when questioned, "How come it was nightmare?" as this sounded like the kind of nightmare his mate would like to have more often, the guy had replied, "and I was a woman too!" He almost felt like the first guy in the joke. Surrounded by loads of people on the tube home he was getting sweet smiles and being eyed up by every single female, and a fair few of the guys too were staring at him lustfully. He was propositioned for evenings in, nights out even hot steamy sex by fifteen different women on the way home, six of them must've been the horniest bitches he'd ever seen in his life and he couldn't dare agree to any of them 'cause when it came to the crunch and he dropped his pants, he just wasn't in the running as anything other than a joke. He went to his bedroom, steeling himself for the blow to his ego and dropped his trousers and pants and looked down at what was left of his prized manhood. "I could almost cry," he thought, miserably. Then, stripping off completely he stood in front of his dressing mirror, and looked at what he had become. "Well it isn't all bad - at least I should be able to correct it with the ring," he thought, "and besides, apart from my dick and these tiny balls I'm a bloody good looking guy." He was starting to feel horny again admiring himself in the mirror so he thought, "Well let's see if this little prick actually works or not," and sat down on the bed, pulled out his stack of mags of babes in latex and started to jerk himself off. In almost 30 seconds he had shot a small blob of semen onto his chest. "It works I guess," he said aloud, disappointed, "but that was far too little too soon. Gonna have to work on that in my wishes." Grabbing his boxers he wiped his chest clean and hunted for a pen and paper. "Well no time like the present," he muttered, "this should be fun." Mike sat pondering on what his next two wishes to be, for a couple of hours. He crossed one priority out after another and kept changing the wording till he had it just right. He decided that his main priorities were his dick and balls first - an essential given their present sorry state, then he wanted to be rich, he also wanted every women in the world to be desperate for him to fuck her. He wanted an incredible sex- drive and the ability to shoot a quarter of a pint of semen when he came, and be able to do so again within a minute. He wanted to be able to stay rock hard for as long as it took to get a bitch to orgasm, and longer if he wanted and he wanted it to be the case that having sex with him was the best sexual pleasure it was possible for a woman to have in the whole world. He also wanted word to get around so that all he'd need to do was say, "You next," and any woman he wanted would beg for him to fuck her. Finally, he thought, it would be a shame to have all this and get castrated or killed by a jealous husband or knocked down by a bus, so he needed to be unable to be harmed by anyone or anything. "That should do for the priorities," he said, feeling quite excited that his life was about to become the most pleasurable, wonderful experience and what's more, it would never end! "Now, to get the wording right." After another hour or so of pen-scratching, he finally had the wording just perfect. "Even that shifty old wizard wouldn't be able to say I wasn't specific enough now!" the smiled smugly. Fetching the ring box from across the room where he'd placed it earlier on the desk to look at it, pointedly not touching it, he sat back down on the bed, naked in front of the mirror, so he could keep an eye on the changes to make sure his words hadn't been twisted. He had his sentences written out in his hand and he put the ring on. "Here goes..," he thought, reading aloud the words he worked out earlier. "I wish for the following changes to my body... I wish to have a normal penis that I am to maintain erect for as long as I wish, which when erect is fifteen inches long and with an average diameter when erect of four and a quarter inches. When flacid, it should be six inches long and one and a half inches in diameter," (just about big enough to fit for a blow job he reckoned, or at least to get him started!), continuing with his wish he said, "My testicles should be normal with the ability to produce enough semen for ten orgasms within ten minutes of a quarter of a pint quantity of semen for each orgasm, and will never run dry, even should I require to have as many as a thousand orgasms one after another. They should each be approximately the size of a medium sized lemon each, and not longer than four inches nor smaller than three inches in length. My libido, also commonly know as 'sex-drive' should be capable of enabling and requiring me to ejaculate the semen produced daily, and when having sexual intercourse with a woman, I won't have my first orgasm until she does." There was an almighty thunderclap and momentary flash as he was dazzled and almost rocked off his feet, then silence. Mike walked over to stare in the dressing mirror, looking down and sure enough, this was much more like it. Even totally soft this thing was a monster! Staring at his stunning reflection in his dressing mirror, he could see that he was still the same hunky ultimate example of male beauty, but instead of the previous tiny genitals, he had a huge pair of balls, almost as big as a couple of oranges and a huge soft dick dropping down above them. "That should take care of the body side of things, but now let's make sure this beauty is fully functional before I use up my last wish," he said to himself, getting excited at the prospect of possible massive orgasms. Laying back down on the bed, he grabbed the remote controls and switched on the TV and DVD at the end of the bed and hit play on his current favourite porn movie. Speeding through to the part where the two lesbians are going at it, his cock sprang to life like a thing possessed! "I think I wished it a bit too big," he laughed, staring down at this huge obstruction in his field of vision, "but, man, have I got to ease my need to cum!!" Within five minutes he started shooting spunk from the end of the monstrous cock, feeling every heave through his balls, racking through his whole body, like all the best orgasms he'd ever had all rolled into one. It never seemed to end, he was shooting and shooting and the spunk kept spurting out. He screamed in the sheer ecstasy that didn't seem to want to end. Anyone watching would have been amazed to see such a beautiful, well- hung young man, laying back on the bed, screaming like he'd lost his mind in an almost agony-like ecstasy, continuously shooting huge quantities of white liquid from the top the monstrous hard cock jutting out from between his legs and out of control, covering himself, the ceiling and walls behind the bed and the bed itself. After five minutes of continuously spurting, it finally stopped and he was exhausted. His mouth almost rictus-like with a smile so broad! "That was just so amazing!!! That was THE best. EVER!" He looked at the mess and figured he must have shot easily a six pints of semen, covering his body, the headboard, pillows and face. Licking the semen around his lips, it even tasted wonderful, unlike the salty goo he used to hate accidentally getting a taste of before. "I suppose that when I said a quarter of a pint, the ring must have made that a minimum amount," he thought. Once more he caught sight of the DVD playing and his cock started to ache for release again, and the near bursting feeling in his balls made it quite clear, now he was stimulated, he'd better do that again or he'd never get anything done. Two hours later, the happiest, certainly the horniest, most beautiful young man in the world was freed from the captivating drives the porno DVD was urging him to, and collapsed the most exhausted he had ever been. He carefully pulled off the duvet cover and pillowcases and shoved them in the bath. The duvet cover was full - of his spunk! "I'm starving!" he thought, wandering naked into the kitchen, his dick swaying around and his balls bouncing on his thighs as he walked. "I am the most amazing man on the planet!" he said delightedly to himself. Having gorged himself on a three frozen ready meals, one after the other, he felt human again. He'd just about started to replenish the draining his body had had from all that wanking. Pulling the tab of a bottle of Stella, he wandered back to the bathroom. "I'd better clean myself up a bit before I make the final wish that makes it last forever!" he said happily. --- The wolf turned his head away from the computer monitor towards the wizard and smugly said, "looks like you screwed that one up!". "Don't be so sure!" the wizard replied. "That ring is even craftier than he is! My guess is it has lulled him into a false sense of security, actually granting what he wished for so it can catch him out on the last wish." Wandering off to grab the pizza from the oven, he turned back to the wolf and said, "Mind you watching that disgusting display, I almost feel envious," he continued. "Might even try that libido and sexual equipment like his on myself once in a while, it looked like fun!" Then he grinned, "besides, I've got you here to clean up the mess afterwards!" "Oh yuch!" the wolf winced at the thought. "Maybe, I should go get that pizza," he hopefully volunteered, hoping to drop the subject, permanently. --- Mike had barely resisted the need to wank again while he washed, and again when he toweled himself dry, although his cock was rock hard again and deperately close to making him change his mind. "I need to get that last wish out of the way first, he insisted to himself." Putting on the ring once more, and standing trying not to stare at his still insistently hard cock in the mirror let alone the feelings deep within his groin, he read from his note: "I wish that all women want me to fuck them, and that being fucked by me is the the most wonderful, pleasurable sexual experience women can have, resulting in the fact that this is to be common knowledge and all women will pay any amount of money for the pleasure of being fucked by me, enabling me to pick and choose who I wish to fuck from women, and women will travel across the globe just for the ultimate pleasure of being fucked by me. Finally I need to be safe from jealous boyfriends and husbands and require that I be invulnerable to everything, including injury, pain, illness or even aging." Again he heard the thunderous bang and saw the blinding flash as the magic took place, and righting himself, he checked himself out in the mirror, making sure the ring hadn't done anything crafty to him or in case there were any loopholes he'd forgotten about. Sure enough he looked exactly the same, except for two things. His penis and scrotum, they were exactly the same size and shape and he even still had his raging hard-on, but now they were black. "Weird!" Mike said aloud. Deep down disappointed. He'd always hated black people, and now he was partly black himself, and just where it mattered - his manhood. "I guess women must prefer big black cocks, I suppose. Hadn't thought of that." Noticed he was now also fully intact - he had a foreskin. "Never had one of them before," he thought and looked down at the top of his new foreskin, bemused, "Well, not so that I remember at least," correcting himself, pleasing himself that he was always so clever. Just at that moment his front doorbell rang. "I don't dare go to the door like this," he thought, startled out of his preoccupation, "Especially with a raging hard black cock and balls," he winced inwardly. He grabbed the soggy bathrobe from off the bed where he'd dumped it earlier and putting it on, walked down the hall and slightly opened the door. His mouth fell open in amazement. "Sorry to disturb you Mike, I guess you must have been in the shower," said Helena Bonham-Carter. "Uh, yeah," Mike opened the door fully, there wasn't a woman in the world he fancied more than the one standing in front of him. "But won't you come in anyway," he said. Optimistically making a silent prayer that she would accept. She breezed in happily. Mike's balls were already tingling, reminding him how much he adored this girl. "This flat is lovely, Mike," she said lilted sweetly, "but hardly where the King of Ecstasy should be staying!" Perhaps you'd like to move into my Chelsea summerhouse 'til you get a chance to look around for your own place," she offered kindly. "King of Ecstasy?" he thought. "If you wouldn't mind me asking, how did you know who I was and where I lived?" he asked her as she sat seductively on the sofa, caressing her left inner thigh. "Oh, everyone knows that!" she said in the most beautiful voice he ever heard. He was almost going to shoot a load just watching and listening to her, but he managed to keep his libido just about under control, although the strain was starting to show on his face. "After it could get messy, as well as embarrassing!" he thought. "Do come and sit down darling!" she patted the outside of her leg and he moved to sit down on the sofa next to her like he was under a puppeteer's control. His body was on extreme auto-pilot! "Oh Mike, please, fuck me, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life!" she breathed, pulling him towards her and reaching under his bathrobe for his penis and kissing him practically swallowing his face! "Oh yes!" Mike responded as only Mike now could. She laid back across the sofa as Mike rolled on top of her, nearly squashing his huge black balls in the process, it didn't matter a single bit just at this moment that he was a negro down there, he just needed to fuck her and make her scream with joy. Pulling off his bathrobe, he threw it behind the sofa as Helena was pulling off her top and already had her soaking wet silk panties on the floor next to her skirt. Joining back together he climbed back into position and prepared to mount a woman for the first time with this new super-cock. Sliding himself deep into her pussy, Helena screamed with pleasure. She'd never taken a man this big inside her before, and she was loving it, especially as it was Mike. Mike was puzzled as he could hardly feel anything other than the skin sliding inside her pussy, but his body now took over, and locked as they were, locked together they stayed for three hours while Mike's cock teased her pussy and created for her the greatest pleasure any women had, or would ever be able to feel. Mike's body was totally not of his control. He was unable to do anything except pleasure Helena while he was a simple witness from inside to what his body was doing. He was aware that he couldn't feel anything that was going on inside Helena's pussy at all and hadn't orgasmed even once, although Helena had had thirty seven orgasms in a row. He heard a deep throbbing but he wasn't able to stop to find out what was wrong as his body would not respond to any need other than Helenas. Finally, Helena heaved a sigh of exhausted satisfaction and Mike suddenly found he could control his body again. Gently pulling out his still rock-hard cock from her soaking wet pussy, he excused himself and quickly walked through to the bathroom as Helena fell asleep. Although very tired himself, he had to find out what was wrong, and grabbed his cock. It just didn't feel right. He pulled down the foreskin and cried out with a gut-wrenching sob. Inside the black skin covering his huge black cock was a firm black jelly-rubbery dildo. There wasn't even a hole for him to shoot any semen or urine through. The beautiful cock he had wanked earlier to give him so much joy was now a huge black vibrator, permanently erect but giving him no sensation whatsoever other than what the negro skin surrounding could give if he pulled it back up. "How am I going to piss?" he thought. Mike deperately tried pulling it to see if would come away from his body, and he pulled as hard as he could, but he might as well have tried to pull one of his feet off. This dildo was his now. Correction, it was HIM now, he just didn't have a cock any more. Then it dawned on him, "I'm going to live forever like this." Mike grabbed his huge black scrotum and squeezed one of his balls viciously. "Ouch!" he yelped. "They're still real," he thought to himself. He breathed out heavily. Sitting down on the toilet seat for a moment to collect his thoughts. "So fucking wonderful, I'm now the most handsome man in the world, with a sex-drive second to no-one, thanks to these huge blackman's balls I've got. I desperately need to wank at least a hundred times a day, and I haven't got a dick, but I've got a dildo that gives the most amazing pleasure to women but which I can't feel. What's more everybody in the world knows about it. Then just to cap it all off I'm invulnerable to everything so I can never change but I'm going to live like this forever with this totally inability to relieve my new body's need to cum." He groaned. Sobbing inwardly. "I thought I was so clever," he cried aloud. "If that ring could give me one more wish, I think I would wish I were dead," he said. The utter despair hitting him, but he knew he was now invulnerable, even to the ring's magic, even if it could grant him one more wish. --- The wolf was rolling on the floor in the backroom of the shop, tears streaming down his face. "I think that was your best yet!" he roared with laughter again as the wizard sat down again in front of the screen. "I don't think we've seen the last of the ring's magic yet, besides I don't think it would be that cruel, although that particular guy would deserve it given his track record," he said, "come and see" he pointed to the screen. --- The doorbell rang. Mike slowly lifted his head. "Shit! not more women for me to fuck to their ultimate pleasure while I can't feel anything" he thought, sinking deeper into his misery. "Just at the moment they can go fuck themselves for all I care," he got up "or they can just go and fuck off!" Anger starting to take hold on him at last, he grabbed his bathrobe from behind the sofa where he'd dumped it full of the expectation of being about to fuck his dream girl earlier and pulled it on, tying the cord. He open the door about to snarl at whoever was there. An ugly middle-aged man stood in front of him. "What the fuck do YOU want?" he snarled at him. The man smiled politely, "Hi Mike, I'm Tim, Helena's fianc?e," he said. "Tim Burton, the Director?" Mike asked. "Yes that's me, I'm honoured to meet you at last, I've heard so much about you," the man replied. "I can only imagine," Mike retorted sulkily. "Well what do you want, Tim?" "May I come in?" "Yeah, if you want, you might as well I suppose. Your fianc?e's asleep on the sofa at the moment." "I'd figured that," the ugly man said, coming in. Looking around the man turned to Mike and said, "If you don't mind me saying so, this place is a shit-hole, totally inappropriate for the King of Ecstasy. You would be better staying at Helena's Chelsea mansion until you sort out a better place." "What is this 'King of Ecstasy' crap?" Mike asked angrily. The man laughed, "I would have thought, yourself if anyone would know." "Just humour me," Mike forced a laugh, "please!" "Everyone in the world knows that the huge advanced electronic black dildo between your legs is capable of giving a greater and more lasting pleasure to a women than anything a mere man can offer, however big their dick is or however good their technique is," this Tim said, innocently, not realising that being reminded that he didn't have a cock any more was like one more wounding arrow in Mike's ego. Tim contined, "I saw a TV documentary that speculated that it must somehow tap into the woman's pleasure centres and respond appropriately, vibrating, blowing, sucking, changing shape or whatever is needed from moment to moment." "TV documentary?" Mike groaned. But this guy was on a roll, he went on, "But also every man knows that your pussy will give a greater pleasure to a man than any mere woman can give, and that after fucking you, the man becomes able to orgasm again and again as often as they wish within a minute of their last orgasm ending." "Pussy!!!!??" Mike, shouted, "I don't have a pussy! I haven't got a cock any more but I definitely don't have a pussy, and I'm definitely not having any men fucking me," he screamed at this insect, about to lunge at him and push him out the front door. "Weird answer," Tim Burton said, incredulous that the King of Ecstasy didn't seem to know about his own body. "Here, let me prove it. Do you have a small mirror, say a shaving mirror.?" Calming himself, Mike said, "Yes, wait there, I'll get it from the bathroom." Grabbing his six-inch round shaving mirror he strutted back into the lounge. "Just maybe he knows something more about me I haven't found out yet," Mike thought, "like my cock," he wimpered inwardly again at the thought "or lack of one." "I'm afraid you'll need to take the bathrobe off for this," Tim said. Reluctantly, Mike opened the bathrobe and dropped it one the floor. The man told him to hold the mirror under his ass, bend over and look in the mirror. Mike did exactly as he was told, now desperate to find out if this was true. Sure enough, exactly where his asshole should have been was the most beautiful vagina he had even seen in his life. None of the ugly 'half a pound of chopped liver hanging out' like some of the bitches he'd fucked had had. Mike stood up and relaxed slightly. "Well thanks for the education, but I think you had better take Helena and go now. I need some time to be by myself," he said to the man, picking up his bathrobe and pulling it on. "Of course Sir," Tim Burton replied, "Perhaps we can all meet for dinner later?" he smiled optimistically. "Perhaps," Mike said quietly, and conclusively, "leave your card on the table on the way and I'll maybe give you a call," he said, "but I think you should both leave, now," with just enough of a hint of menace necessary to ensure that no more time was wasted with chit-chat. He stormed off to the bedroom leaving them to sort themselves out and sat down on the bed. He breathed out heavily several times. "Shit!" he said aloud to the room. "Shit, shit shit shit, SHIT!" Lying back down on the bed, images flooded into him mind, but they were just a wash of colours while he tried to clear his head and organize his thoughts. "Can I get anything out of this thing at all, even on my own?" he wondered starting to masturbate his dildo. He felt his hand sliding up and down the skin, but he might as well have tried wanking his nose. It was not only non-erogenous, it didn't have any sensation at all, but it was attached to him, permanently. It was part of him where he desperately would have wanted a penis to be, even the little tiny one he'd had hours ago would have been better than this. "Well lets see what I can do with my new pussy," he thought, somewhere between amusement and amazement. Sliding his hand down to where his asshole should have been, he confirmed this definitely was a real pussy. It felt like a real pussy although it was the first time he'd had the feelings of one 'from the insiders view' as it were. He realised that he couldn't reach properly to stimulate this pussy and he stopped himself although he was really starting to enjoy himself and he could feel his balls starting to respond. "I need to clear my head," he said aloud, "and I need a drink". The front door closed as the two in the lounge let themselves out. "Good timing!" he thought. Grabbing another Stella from the fridge he pulled the tab and sat down at the table. He clocked the business card Tim Burton had left and ignored it. "So to correct myself from earlier, it seems likely that I can achieve orgasm, but I need to be fucked by a man to do so," he murmured. "Or I buy a dildo!" he laughed sardonically. "Good job I'm already mad. Otherwise this would have sent me over the edge," he joked bitterly to himself. --- "All's well that ends well..," the wizard laughed. Standing up and shutting down the PC. The wolf had finally stopped laughing and was wiping the tears from his eyes. Wandering back into the shop, the wizard pulled down the shutters ready to move off, "and the racist, woman abusing homophobe gets his just reward!" the wizard grinned. "From now on, when he has sex he can only provide incredible pleasure to women without getting any back. He's got a huge pair of Black balls and needs to keep fucking women because of his incredible heterosexual sex-drive. But the only way he can orgasm is to be fucked by a man, which he'll always resist as much as he can because he isn't remotely homosexual, although he can use a dildo but it will never work as well for him as it would for any true woman, he'll only ever get a proper orgasm when a man fucks him!!" The wizard continued, "Exquisite! - that ring has never disappointed me yet! Just as well I only sell it, not use it!" he laughed. He stopped, "Mind you I suppose that means we won't see Diane. Although I expect that she'll be getting her dildo very soon! - the ultimate walking dildo that is!" The wolf fell off the counter in another fit of hysterical laughter. "Or she can borrow the one he, or should that be 'she' will probably buy his/herself!" the wolf chipped in, collapsing in a fit of giggles again. Well I think it's time to put this away," said the wizard picking up a pretty golden ruby ring that had appeared on the counter. "Never know when I'll need to call on it again."