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Most people have a very strange idea about 'witches', like
witches are all women, or witches worship the devil.
Poppycock!
All of that tripe was propaganda propagated by the Royalty
of Europe, when it became fashionable to be a Christian,
and to prove it was bad to be a witch, they were pictured
wearing a broad brimmed conically shaped hat, when all of
the fashionable people wore a conical hat without a brim!
Big Deal!
Witches are people who practice the religion of Wicca. The
basic tenants of which say:
1) The Power shall not be used to bring harm, to
injure or control others. But if the need rises, the
Power shall be used to protect your life or the lives
of others.
2) The Power is used only as need dictates.
3) The Power can be used for your own gain, as long
as by doing so you harm none.
4) It is unwise to accept money for use of the Power,
for it quickly controls it taker. Be not as those of
other religions.
5) Use not the Power for prideful gain, for such
cheapens the mysteries of Wicca and magick.
6) Ever remember that the Power is the sacred gift of
the Goddess and God, and should never be misused or
abused.
* Wicca a Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, By
Scott Cunningham - Llewellyn Publications
Another way of saying the rules is 'Do what you will, as
long as it does no harm to another.'
Of course these are the rules known by Wiccans, this does
not include the reasons why you must follow the rules of
Power.
Basically, the reason can be expressed: Good or harm done
with the Power comes back to you seven fold.
Now on to the story!
Wicca Magick
By Wholeman
I found one of my wife's 'Witch' books and finally became
curious as to what types of magic could be done, by my
witch wife or one of her 'coven'.
There was a bunch of drivel about philosophy and such. So I
scanned on past that stuff and got right down to casting
spells. There were example of how to make a magic circle,
what herbs and oils to use, how to use the Athame, how to
build Power and direct it to a purpose.
This stuff was cool!
I started thinking about what kind of things I could do
with this stuff, if it really works that is.
'You know,' I thought, 'Mary has always been lacking in the
boob department. Maybe I could give her a little boost, and
thereby prove to myself whether this stuff works, as well
as, give myself a little bit more to play with.'
I carefully set up our bedroom making my sleeping beauty
the center of the circle. Anointed her with the proper oils
I had prepared with her Athame. I built the Power just as
the book told me, and I swear I could see a glowing white
light building around me as I did so.
When I felt I had enough Power for the job, I directed it
toward Mary and visualized her having a C cup size set of
breasts.
The glow became very bright, shooting forth en-globing
Mary, and becoming a warmer more golden color, seemingly
soaking right into her light obscured body. When it was
finally gone I had to cover my mouth with my hand, to
silence my gasp.
Well you could have knocked me over with a feather! Low and
behold there she lay with boobs! Unbelievable!
I quickly cleaned up all of the ritual paraphernalia and
slid into bed with my buxom wife, not wanting to waken her
and spoil my surprise, I can hardly wait for tomorrow.
It was incredibly difficult not to grope her new boobies,
but I refrained and finally drifted off to sleep.
***
"ROBERT!" I was abruptly awakened by Mary's scream
emanating from the bathroom.
"Mmfff... what?" I mumbled back.
"Do you know anything about these?" she was pointing to her
boobs and glaring at me accusatorially.
"Don't you like them dear? I think they look incredible!
Come back to bed so we can test drive them," I was leering
at her hooters.
"So you did this to me? Have you been into my Wicca books?"
she had a funny look on her face.
"You have been trying to get me to show some interest in
your witchy dealings. So I started reading one of them and
I just wanted to try and see if it worked, and man did it
work! Come to bed, please baby," I cajoled.
"You poor foolish man. Don't you think that, if I wanted
bigger boobs, I could have done it myself?" she glared.
"I suppose, well I guess, I don't really know," I replied
shrugging my shoulders.
"Well you should have come to me, if you wanted to learn
the way. You have no Idea what you have done, honey, but I
promise I will try and help you live with the consequences
of your actions. Just please do not try any more spells, at
least not until you have been properly educated. I realize
you didn't think you were doing anything that I wouldn't
like, due to your narrow-minded male thought patterns. Most
women with big boobs would rather have small ones. Before
we met, I had a D cup set of boobs, and I used the Power to
shrink them!" she lectured.
"Well just use it to shrink them again!" I offered.
"We can't, at least not for a very long time. I won't be
able to, since you are the one, who cast the spell on me.
You won't be able to, since you used it to harm another,
and are still untrained. I'd say it would probably be at
least two years, before you will be able to make amends and
conjure up enough Power to fix my chest, and many years
after that, to be able to reverse the effects on yourself,"
she let out a huge sigh and shook her head.
"What are you talking about?" I was sitting up on the edge
of the bed by this time.
"Sweetheart, you might look down to your chest. I don't
think you are going to recognize it," she started to
giggle.
I looked as I had been told, and there on my chest was a
set of C cup sized breasts. No make that DD cup breasts, no
E cup no... No! "Oh my God they are still growing! Mary
what's happening?" I hollered.
"Well sweetie, with Wicca, any harm you do to another,
comes back to you seven fold. It's a damn good thing you
didn't give me back my D cups. It's going to be bad enough
as it is!" she was laughing out right now.
"This is not funny Mary I've got tits passing the GG cup
range and still going! What am I going to do?" I was
staring at this huge set of boobs bobbing up and down on my
own ribcage!
Mary quickly climbed into bed with me, "Come to bed dear
and let's give those babies a test drive."
"This isn't funny Mary!" I was getting annoyed.
"No it's not, and there is not one damn thing, that we can
do about it, at least not until later today. You know,
those look really sensitive, I wonder..." she reached up
and caressed my nipple.
"Oh God! Tha... that... that was incredible!" I squealed.
She leaned over and said, "You ain't seen nothing yet," as
she placed one of my nipples into her mouth.
"Ohhhh my! Is it like this for you, when I suck on your
nipples?" I asked her feeling completely out of breath.
"Mmmm... you like that huh?" she said around my areola. She
then re-sucked a full mouthful working it in and out and
around.
I didn't even have an erection, but I shot my wad as she
worked my nipple. I started arching my back and twitching
all over.
"Was it good for you sweetie?" Mary asked.
"What the hell was that?" I panted.
"Nipple orgasm! Did you like that?" she smiled down at me.
"I don't believe that just happened! I shot my wad into my
PJs and I wasn't even hard! What's happening to me?" I
started sobbing.
She started rubbing my back, "I'm sorry dear, but boobs are
like that. They are very easily stimulated. I think though,
there must be a lot of estrogen in your system, that's why
no erection and why you are so easily stimulated."
"That's a relief. It's because of estrogen that I've got
immense hooters and a limp Dick," I groused.
"No, it's because of you giving me big boobs, that you have
giant boobs. Now I'm going to have to suggest something,
that I know you are not going to like, just hear me out
anyway, okay?" Mary asked.
I nodded my head, but that proved to be a big mistake, due
to the fact that my tits started bouncing up and down.
"The bad news is, that you are stuck with huge tits, the
good news doesn't exist. You are not going to be able to
walk around with double H boobs, as a man. At best you will
be a she male, which means no hard on, for years,
humiliation and ridicule whenever you are found out! The
best thing I can suggest is, that you let me finish the
job," she looked into my eyes searching for my reaction.
"You... you... you mean... turn me into a girl?" I couldn't
believe my ears.
"Well you started it," she accused.
"How was I supposed to know, giving you big boobs, would
ricochet and give me bigger boobs?" I asked.
"Actually, if you had read the book, and not skipped
straight to the spells, you would have known, it's clearly
explained in every one of them," she was still rubbing my
back while she scolded me.
"But I love you! If you turn me into a girl with big
breasts, what happens to us, to our marriage?" I'm not sure
I wanted to know the answer to this question.
"I love you too, even if you are a dunderhead! I won't
leave you, even if you are a girl. Our sex lives are going
to be, a little on the 'alternate life style' side, but I
don't quite know how to say this... Ah, I think those
hooters of yours, are really starting turning me on! Do you
mind if I grope you a little?" she begged.
"You want to fondle me? Are you a lesbian Mary?" I thought
I knew my wife, I never would have suspected this though.
"It's the Power I think, it won't allow harm to come to our
love, so to make sure we stay together, I'm becoming turned
on, by the sight of your boobs. I certain that if you ask
me to make you a woman, I'll become your impassioned
lesbian lover," she informed me.
"I don't want to be a woman, and I don't want you, to have
to become a lesbian. I'm so sorry!" I wailed.
"Well, actually the lesbian thing, won't be that big a
stretch for me hon., I'm already bi," she was looking into
my eyes, when she told me that part, so I knew it was true.
"But my job, how can I run a bulldozer with these?" I
pointed to my new assets.
"Goddess, I'd pay real money, to have pictures of that!
Just thinking about it, has made my panties all sopping
wet!" she started fanning her face like she had the
'vapors'. "Don't worry we'll get by, even if I have to
start taking nude photos of you, and selling them to big
titty magazines, maybe some lezzy scenes between you and me
too. Of course I'll be the one with the little titties!"
she giggled.
"Great, I've turned myself into, thousands of men's, big
titty queen, fantasy girl!"
"That is, only if you ask me to," she assured me.
"This is so humiliating, not only do I have to become a
girl, I have to ask you to make me one!"
"You don't want, that I should wind up, seven times what I
do to you do you?" she inquired.
"No, I wouldn't! Okay Mary you win, would you please make
me a woman?" I knew there was no other real option open to
me.
"Yes Roberta, I'll make you a woman. I'll need to contact
some of the people in my coven, but would you mind
terribly, if I attack those, because I don't think I can
force myself to leave them alone, one minute longer?" she
pleaded.
"If I can fondle yours. Deal?" I bargained.
"Deal!" and she was all over my immense mammaries, petting,
squeezing, licking, and sucking.
I was twitching like an epileptic, during a Grand Mal
seizure.
Mary was like a bitch in heat, rubbing her crotch up and
down my leg, while diddling herself to orgasm, after
orgasm.
"Oooog glagh!" I gurgled, my face beet red and strained
looking. I'm not sure the male brain is wired to handle
multiple orgasms. I wanted to fondle Mary's breasts, and
all I could do, was flail about on the bed.
I must have lost consciousness because the next thing I
knew, Mary was gently stroking my face, cuddled up close to
me.
"Welcome back Roberta. I have to tell you that is the best
sex I've ever had," she kissed me. "By the way what does,
'Oooog glagh!' mean?"
"I think it means 'I'm losing my mind via multiple
orgasms.' Does that happen to you?" I asked.
"Sometimes, can't you tell when you do it to me?" she
remarked.
"I guess, but it looks a hell of a lot different, on this
side, than the other, let me tell you!" I assured her.
"Well I have to get up and make some calls, will you wash
my back, and I'll help you wash the places you can't
reach!" she gave me a peck on the lips.
"I think it's going to be worse than that! Can you help me
up, and steady me, while I walk, my balance is shot to
hell!" I asked unsteadily.
"I guess it's going to take a while, for you to regain your
balance, don't try too hard today, by tomorrow, it will be
different anyway," she helped me to my feet and we climbed
into the shower.
I washed her back, she washed mine, but when we were facing
one another, she disappeared under my mammoth mammaries and
I felt her sudsing up the bottom side of my tits. The
sensations were unbelievable! When she worked her way
towards my chest I felt her lift one up so she could scrub
underneath of where it lay against my chest. Her little
hand sunk deeply into the soft firm breast and made me
shudder. When she moved to the other one my hands slapped
against the glass doors and the wall, my legs spread of
their own accord and I felt sperm dribble from my penis as
I orgasmed. I felt her hands quickly grab me around the
waist to keep me from falling, on my unsteady legs.
"Wow, you are sensitive," I felt her wash my limp Dick and
shrunken balls, "Hand me the shower head so I can rinse
down here."
"This is so embarrassing! My wife can hide from me,
underneath my own tits! And she has to hose the underside
of my boobs, cause it's too hard to reach for me!" I
whined.
"Hey, I'm not complaining. This is the most fun you and I,
have had together, in a couple of years! I am actually
getting really excited, at the prospect of living with the
one I love transformed, with a new lust for love," her head
popped up right at the end of my immense cleavage, and she
kissed each boob.
"You wouldn't have a bra I could borrow, would you," I
asked her?
"You're silly! My old bras wouldn't even cover your
nipples! Hey, I'm in the same boat, all of my old bras are
D cups, and my newer bras are A cups, not a C cup in the
lot, I guess we both jiggle around today!" she gave my boob
a lift and drop, so she could watch it bounce.
"Well let's grab a towel and dry off, it's starting to get
chilly," I chattered through my teeth.
She opened the door, grabbed a towel and tossed it to me,
though she looked at me funny for a moment and tossed me
another one.
"What's with the two towels?" I asked.
"One for those boobs, and one for the rest of you," she
giggled and scurried away so I couldn't grab hold of her.
It turned out, that I need the two towels after all, and I
found out the hard way, boobs get patted dry, not rubbed!
Getting dressed was educational, Mary was no trouble she
had tops that could house a D cup, me on the other hand,
let's say Mary had to pin a sheet around my shoulders in a
kind of toga arrangement.
I had to wear my sweat pants on the bottom, for some reason
none of my pants fit anymore, you know, tight around the
hips, loose around the waist. It appears if Mary didn't
turn me into a woman, I would have looked like one anyway.
Within two hours people from Mary's coven started showing
up. Mary explained to me that she had only asked female
witches to come to try and save me the embarrassment of
being turned into a woman in front of other males.
When Bridget came in, she took one look at me, and said,
"Oh my Goddess!" and she was a DD cup her self!
Fran, showed up with a spare blouse for me to wear, she
weighed about 350 lbs. so we thought it might cover my,
ah... glandular disorder. We were lucky it fit. Well sort
of, a couple of buttons were a little strained up front.
When enough witches were there, they began their
preparations. There was a lot of whispering, and some
strange things going on, that I didn't understand. I saw
the circle prepared, that part I understood, having made
one myself.
"Now darling, were going to start the hard part, at least
the hard part for you. Everyone has to be naked for the
ceremony, including, and especially, you," Mary told me,
"So strip and don't worry, you don't have anything we
haven't all seen before... well for the most part anyway!"
She started to help me to disrobe, she knew that some of
the buttons, on the underside of my boobs, were hard for
me, since they were backwards, and I couldn't see them.
When everyone was ready I was escorted to the circle.
Bridget asked, "Now in the presence of these witness state
your desire!"
I swallowed hard and replied, "I... I want to be made a
woman."
Bridget and the whole coven chanted, "So mote it be!"
Several of the witches anointed me with oils, and I was
given some kind of bread to eat. That's when it seemed to
me that they all began speaking gibberish. I only caught a
couple of words, one was 'Kernunnos', and another was
'Diana'. They spoke of the God and Goddess.
As I stood there, I watched as a blinding light, grew over
the entire circle of witches, around me, until I was forced
to close my eyes. The chanting was reaching a crescendo,
which culminated with, "So mote it be!"
I felt a shockingly warm pulse, blast through my body, as I
lost consciousness.
"Wake up Roberta, everyone has gone home, and you have been
asleep, for almost an hour."
She was suckling at one of my nipples.
It felt so wonderful, I just had to moan, "Oh, don't stop.
Don't ever stop!"
My eyes flung themselves open, when I realized what exactly
that dampness, between my legs meant. I had my own cunt
now!
Mary giggled, "What's the matter lover, never cream your
panties before?"
"This is the strangest feeling, nothing down there but
wetness! What the hell! I sound like a little girl!" it was
a real shock.
"You should get a load of the whole package!" Mary teased.
"Please, let me see," I asked in my high voice.
Mary helped me stand and I nearly fainted, when I looked up
at her.
"What happened to me? Why am I so short?" I asked, looking
up into her eyes.
"Well I did tell you I was bi. I didn't tell you, I have a
fetish for petite women, like you," she said then hugged my
little body.
"How tall am I?" I asked her.
"Your almost five feet tall..." she replied rather
sheepishly.
"Almost, as in how tall exactly?" I persisted.
"4' 11" tall?" she finally answered.
"Any idea what my new clothing sizes are?" I pressed.
"That's a hard one. In some places, a size 3, some a large
women's, and women's size 5 shoes," she answered.
"Well at least I won't have to shop the kiddies section," I
was relieved.
"That is not assured, by any means," she smiled.
"Are you happy with me, six inches shorter than you? You do
know that, I'll have to rely on you, for getting things out
of the cup boards, up high now, don't you," I informed her.
"I think we'll manage," she replied brightly, "Goddess your
beautiful! Here let me show you!"
She walked me to a full-length mirror.
"You aren't going to be able to let me out of the house!
I'll be raped by every swinging Dick who even catches a
glimpse of me!" I started shaking, I know men's minds, and
I was a wet dream if there ever was one, gorgeous with huge
hooters! I have a face that is sexy, but with a childlike
innocence, pouty lips and giant green eyes, like those
cartoon girls that the Japanese make.
As I stared I said, "I want to fuck me sooooo bad!"
"Yes, come to think of it, I suppose we do need to place a
protective ward around you, to keep you from harm, at
that," she ruffled my platinum blonde hair.
"What did the other witches say, when they saw how you
visualized me?" I prompted.
"Uhm... Let's just say, you have a lot of admirers, and
potential dates," she giggled, "the only caveat is that you
have to bring your nymphomaniac wife along with you."
I walked right up to the mirror and reached down to my new
crotch. I spread my legs and slid my hand down toward my
new sex, "Why no pussy hair?"
"I love the feel of a bald pussy, on my tongue," Mary
admitted.
A chill went down my spine, and seemed to lodge in my
pussy, making me shiver.
The feel of my smooth tummy, was enticing, inviting my
hand, downward till I paused at the indent, I felt there.
My hips shimmied involuntarily eliciting a, "Ooooh!" to
erupt from my pouty lips.
I saw movement over my shoulder, and Mary seemed to be
working her crotch, feverishly.
I ignored her for the moment, and probed lower. I had felt
this, many times before, oh yes, only thing was, I had felt
it on my wife. This time though, I was getting both sides,
of the experience. My finger slipped inside my outer labia
and I could feel my wetness. I used my finger to spread it
around, when all of a sudden, it felt like someone hit me
with a stun gun, and I fell to my knees moaning.
Mary jumped over to me, and picked me up, placing my little
body, on the bed, "I can't take it any longer! That Cunt is
mine!"
She dove between my legs, and attacked the little nub I had
touched, which had dropped me to my knees.
I began to scream and scream loudly, in my little girl
pitched voice.
Mary was working my cunt, like she was attached to it.
I tore at the sheets, I screamed, I bit the pillows, and
orgasmed, in great gushes, time and time again. I couldn't
talk. I couldn't move my arms, except in convulsions,
slapping the mattress. I was completely in her power, if
she asked me to sign away my soul, or she would stop, it
would have been one hell of a tough decision!
"I love your slick pussy. You have the best tasting pussy
ever. I bet I can make you faint like a sissy girl. Here
goes!" she dove in eating at the "Y."
When I came to, she was nursing at one of my huge nipples,
"You keep this up, and I'll never leave the bedroom!"
"We can't have that, now can we! I won't be able to show
off my love slave, and make everyone jealous," she kissed
me.
"Oh now my marital status, has devolved to 'love slave' has
it?" I inquired.
"If you'll be my 'love slave', I'll be yours. Deal?" she
grinned.
"Deal!" I grabbed her head and buried it into my bosom.
When she came up for air, she exclaimed, "I have found
heaven, halleluiah! I used to think of breasts, as just an
inconvenience we women had to endure, but now I can see
why, you were obsessed with them."
"So how do we get me, some clothes?" I asked.
"Listen," she answered.
"Listen? Listen to what?" I was puzzled now.
"Listen for the doorbell silly. I sent some of the coven
out on a shopping trip, don't worry, to a woman, shopping
is a treat, especially shopping for someone like you. Try
and find a bra to fit you, and then a matching panty! Good
luck! But if anyone can do it, those women can. So at
least, we should be able to provide you with a basic
outfit, for your first trip into public! We, have been
invited to dinner!" she actually squealed and shook my arms
as she said that.
"Shower?" I asked.
"Bath!" she answered.
After about an hour of splashing around in the tub, she had
me cleaned up, and styled my hair acceptably well, and was
beginning on my makeup, when the doorbell rang.
"Stay right there, I'll get it," she scurried off.
When she returned, she had half of a dozen of her coven
with her, as she trudged into the bathroom, while I sat
there naked in front of them. I initially tried to cover
myself.
"Don't be silly, we have already seen you naked, who do you
think put you in bed?" Bridget asked.
"Anyway I have panties for you!" she tossed them at me,
"See how they fit."
I slid the silky item, up my sexy thighs, and placed the
French cut panties, over my hips and tautly, against my
crotch, "Damn, that feels weird!"
Bridget, just about, fell down laughing at me.
"That was the easy part. Mary, give me a hand with this
double-barreled, nuclear launching device. A slingshot,
this is not!" she giggled at her own joke.
They both took an end and wrapped the brassiere around me,
hooking it in the back, "Slip the straps over your arms,
and we'll adjust everything."
"Tada, I'm wearing lingerie," I announced.
"Oh, but there's more, here is your slip, Madame," Mary
handed me a shimmery whisper of cloth and told me to slip
it over my head.
"Oooh," I exclaimed, savoring the silky feel, as it
caressed me on its way down, to rest on my shoulders.
"Yes, I know what you mean, Roberta," Bridget agreed.
"Okay now tug on these pantyhose, Roberta," Mary offered
them to me. "You should, put the pantyhose on first, but I
wanted you to feel the silk against your naked thighs
first, it makes you feel so pretty doesn't it?"
"Oh yes, I am sporting a tremendous woody! At least,
figuratively speaking," I cooed while smoothing the slip
down my silken thighs. I carefully pulled on the pantyhose
as they advised me on the proper way to avoid running them.
"Now the dress," she handed me a beautiful teal dress, and
the two women slid it over my head. Once past my bosom,
Mary zipped it up, and she told me to sit back down at the
vanity, while they finished my makeup.
Of course it being my first time in a dress, they had to
stop me, and show me to smooth the dress, across my bottom,
before sitting.
Mary told the others, in her coven, to wait in the living
room, she wanted to be alone with me, before we left, just
for a minute.
"I realize that this is not what either of would have
preferred Robert, but I have to ask. Do you think you can
live with my solution, to our problem, can you be happy
living as a woman with me, even if in ends up being, the
rest of our lives?" Mary asked me through her worried
expression.
"More than ever before, Mary. Even though I made a
horrendous mistake, you have sacrificed, and made the best,
out of an impossible situation. I only hope, I can prove my
love to you someday, as thoroughly, as you have proven
yours, to me!" I kissed her as passionately as I could.
She came up panting, "That's close enough for me! Let's go
eat, beautiful!"
I don't know if I'll ever get used to being called that,
but I like it nonetheless!
The End
Wicca Magick
By Wholeman
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by: Stone On the Moor LTD.
Freely archived, copied, transmitted, and redistributed,
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Mila
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