Charisma and Tiffany Part 4
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Charisma, Part 4
By Cal Y. Pygia
Tiffany held one high-heeled shoe to her foot. It wouldn?t fit, she
knew, since the shoe was several times smaller than her foot.
Nevertheless, aware of Charisma, who was seated beside her, waiting for
her to don the shoe, she pivoted her foot downward, inserted her toes
into the front part of the shoe, and, much to her surprise, slipped the
shoe onto her foot without any difficulty. She flexed her toes,
admiring the sapphire velvet heel, before donning its mate just as
easily.
Wide-eyed, her mouth agape, Tiffany looked at Charisma, amazement plain
on her face. "They fit!" she exclaimed. "They actually fit!"
"Of course, they fit," the sorceress replied. "I told you they would."
"But how--"
"Your feet are smaller."
"Two sizes smaller?"
Charisma nodded. "At least."
"But I didn't feel them shrink; I didn't see them shrink."
"Nevertheless, they did shrink, obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn't be
wearing them now."
"Why didn't I feel or see my feet getting smaller? I mean, I felt my
breasts enlarge, and I felt my tummy, waist, and hips get smaller and
become firmer."
Charisma shrugged. "Not all spells work the same way."
Tiffany wriggled her toes inside her new size five shoes. If anything,
she thought, delighted, the shoes were a little too large for her feet.
"Thanks, Charisma," she said.
"Don't mention it. You earned them."
Tiffany looked down at herself. She was naked, except for the gorgeous
corset and the elegant shoes she wore. Charisma had fucked her hard and
well, in both the cunt and the ass, simultaneously, before restoring
her cock and balls so that she was once more a chick with a dick,
rather than a complete and total female. The sorceress had also
reverted to her own female form, replacing the balls and the double-
pronged cock that she'd caused to sprout from her groin with the pussy
with which she'd been born. As a man with two pricks, Charisma had
certainly had her--or his--way with Tiffany. Her asshole was still
sore. No doubt, had she still had a cunt, her pussy would have still
been sore as well. Still, Tiffany was so appreciative of her size five
feet, her firm, flat tummy, slender waist, narrow hips, and her
enlarged breasts that she felt that she owed Charisma more than she'd
given to her benefactress. She turned on the couch, to face the
sorceress, and kissed her on the lips.
Charisma seemed surprised, but pleased, at Tiffany's boldness. She
responded, kissing Tiffany back, firmly and passionately. Her hand
cupped her visitor's breast, squeezing the silken mound delicately
while she slipped her tongue inside Tiffany's mouth and circled the
shemale's tongue with her own.
Tiffany melted. "Mmmm," she moaned.
As a shemale, Tiffany had fucked Charisma in the ass, and then the
sorceress, transforming Tiffany into a complete female and turning
herself into a shemale, had returned the favor twofold, fucking Tiffany
in both the cunt and the ass. What might they do next, Tiffany
wondered.
She didn't have to wait to find out.
Breaking off their kiss, Charisma said, "Lie back, on your back."
Tiffany did as she was told, and Charisma knelt on the carpet, at
Tiffany's feet. She removed Tiffany's shoes and took the nearest foot,
Tiffany's right, in her hands, licking the toes and the spaces between
her toes.
Tiffany was relieved to see that her feet remained size five, whether
she wore the enchanted shoes or not. She wriggled on the couch,
giggling. "That tickles," she declared.
Charisma's answer was to lick more rapidly, paying especially close
attention to the spaces between her guest's toes. She also licked the
side, the sole, and the heel of Tiffany's foot. The shemale squirmed,
tittering.
"You have lovely feet," Charisma told her, "so tiny, smooth, and
delicate."
"Thanks to you," Tiffany agreed.
Charisma opened her mouth, bending forward, and let her lips close
around the big toe of Tiffany's right foot. Then, the sorceress began
to pump her head up and down, pumping the tight circle of her lips up
and down the digit as if it were a cock that she was sucking.
Tiffany squirmed more vigorously, giggling and laughing. If felt
wonderful to have Charisma's soft, smooth lips pursed around her toe
and to feel the warm-wet-softness of the woman's mouth bathing her
digit.
Charisma sucked Tiffany's big toe for several minutes, pausing
occasionally to lick her instep, her arch, or her heel. The shemale's
cock rose, rigid and swollen, and her scrotum tightened and lifted. A
clear drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, stood, like a drop of dew, at
the tip of Tiffany's purple glans.
Letting Tiffany's saliva-slick toe slide free of her mouth, Charisma
joined her on the couch, straddling her breasts, and set her cunt down,
close to the shemale's mouth. "Eat my pussy," she demanded. Her voice
was hoarse with desire.
Tiffany was only too happy to comply with her hostess' directive.
Lifting her head, she extended her tongue as far as she could and began
to lick Charisma's dewy labia. At first, Tiffany made long, slow,
forceful strokes, some of which penetrated the slit beyond the
sorceress' cunt lips and slipped inside Charisma's cunt. Her
benefactress writhed, and Tiffany's face was occasionally shoved
against the woman's pussy, her nose parting the veil of her labia to
press into the wet, soft cavern beyond. In no time, Tiffany's face was
wet with Charisma's cunt juices.
The shemale continued to lick Charisma's pussy, substituting short,
quick strokes of her tongue for the longer, slower laps. Charisma' cunt
was more than wet now; it was sopping; her fluids flooded her carefully
coiffed pubic hair and her thighs--and, of course, Tiffany's nose,
cheeks, lips, and chin. Charisma moaned. "Oh, that's right, baby," she
encouraged her guest. "Eat my pussy!"
Tiffany altered her technique again. Instead of the short, quick
strokes she'd been delivering to her hostess's labia, she now lashed at
her cunt, beating and whipping the sorceress' pussy lips with her
tongue as if the muscle were a whip with which to flog Charisma's
tender, dripping sex. Several times, her tongue parted the curtain of
Charisma's labia and thrust into the smooth, wet cavern of her cunt.
The sorceress squirmed, flooding the shemale's nuzzling lips and lower
face with her pussy juices.
Judging that her partner was aroused enough for her to assault
Charisma's clitoris directly, Tiffany began to jab at the stiff,
swollen bud within the fleshly hood at the top of Charisma's cunt. She
stroked the hard, smooth button fast and furiously, and Charisma gasped
and groaned, shoving her soaked pussy into Tiffany's face. The shemale
could feel the wet pubic hair nestled against her chin and jaw and
lips. She continued to lick and stroke and flick Charisma's clitoris,
swallowing her pussy juices as the thick, warm fluids filled her mouth.
Charisma's cunt gushed, discharging a continuous river of lubricating
juices that made Tiffany's wet face shine and caused her to swallow
repeatedly--swallow or drown, the shemale told herself. The sorceress
continued to squirm and twist, her buttocks pressing and sliding around
atop Tiffany's breasts and ribcage. If the shemale hadn't been as
caught up in performing cunnilingus upon her hostess as the sorceress
was in enjoying the service, the weight and pressure of Charisma's ass
might have been uncomfortable; as it was, the feel of her sleek, soft
ass cheeks flattening her tits was sexy.
Tiffany abandoned Charisma's clitoris in favor of ministering to her
cunt. She thrust her tongue into the grotto beyond the drenched labia,
probing the smooth, soft interior of the liquid orifice with her
prodding appendage. Charisma's cunt was soaking wet, and her juices
flowed over the invading member, filling Tiffany's mouth. The shemale
swallowed repeatedly as she explored the other's vagina with her
questing tongue, pressing her lips firmly against Charisma's labia.
Suddenly, incredibly, Tiffany's tongue began to grow, to unreel, as it
seemed, and to thicken and swell. At first, the shemale was terrified,
and sought to jerk her head away from the soaked pubic mound in which
she'd planted her face, but Charisma held her head in place with an
unbreakable grip of her hands. "Stay!" her hostess commanded. Blind
panic seized Tiffany's soul, and she gasped, trying to shove Charisma
off of her.
"Relax," Charisma ordered.
Despite the command, Tiffany continued to struggle. Her tongue felt
immense. It had to be a foot long and as thick as her wrist--and the
damned thing was still growing!
"It's magic," Charisma explained. "The spell won't hurt you."
The sorceress' simple explanation of what had caused the terrifying
transformation reassured Tiffany, and the shemale lowered her arms and
relaxed, concentrating on the weird sensations that resulted from the
elongation and distension of her tongue as it filled the chamber of
Charisma's smooth, wet cunt. The shemale flexed the monstrous appendage
tentatively, experimentally. Her tongue responded, bending and twisting
deep within the sorceress' pussy. Reassured, the delighted shemale
began to work her tongue inside Charisma's tunnel of love, probing and
thrusting and licking the cunt's wet sugar walls.
The sorceress gasped and moaned, grinding her pubes into Tiffany's face
as the shemale's gigantic tongue fucked her cunt. It felt as if a boa
constrictor had slithered into her pussy and was writhing blindly about
within the sodden passage, seeking to escape. The serpentine tongue
wriggled, slipped, and glided forward, through the burrow of Charisma's
vagina. It advanced a foot, then two feet, then three feet up the
vaginal passage, stuffing the sorceress' cunt with its thick, ropy
length before retreating. Charisma could feel the withdrawing appendage
sliding past the slick, wet walls of her cunt, just as, a moment ago,
it had slithered forward within the same channel.
Charisma's clit throbbed insistently. Thick and swollen, the erect,
blood-engorged bud ached; then, suddenly, the walls of her pussy
trembled and quaked, her thighs quivering and her hips thrashing as a
series of powerful orgasms swept through her loins, her cunt awash in
its warm, thick juices, and the hostess was moaning. Her eyes shut
tightly, she was rolling her upper body back and forth while her fists
opened and closed rapidly at her sides, her long, lacquered nails
raking the couch's velvet upholstery. Inside her pussy, her guest's
tongue dwindled rapidly back top its normal size, and Tiffany removed
the member from her hostess' sopping cunt, lowered her head, and gasped
for breath. With her elongated tongue swollen to many times its normal
size, she'd been forced to breathe through her nose, and, much of the
time, one or both nostrils had been blocked by Charisma's pubes, labia,
or vagina. She was thankful that, unlike her enlarged breasts, her
firmer, flatter tummy, her narrower waist, her slender hips, and her
smaller feet, her huge tongue was not a permanent feature. Only those
effects that were caused by the magic clothing--bra, corset, and shoes-
-were permanent, it seemed.
While Tiffany was recovering her breath, Charisma picked up a small
bell on the coffee table near the couch and rang it. Tiffany frowned,
wondering what her hostess was doing.
A moment later, the butler appeared, dressed impeccably in a fine
tuxedo.
Tiffany, embarrassed to be seen wearing only a corset and a pair of
high heels, blushed. However, if the butler found her nudity shocking
or scandalous or even titillating, his expression, grave as ever, gave
no indication of his thought or feeling. "Yes, madam?" he said to
Charisma.
"Have James bring the car around, please," she instructed her servant.
"Miss De Vine is leaving now."
"Yes, madam." He turned and marched from the parlor.
"I need to get dressed," Tiffany said.
"Whatever for?" Charisma asked, smiling in amusement at her guest's
modesty.
Tiffany frowned, puzzled. "Isn't your chauffeur going to drive me
home?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, don't I need to get dressed?"
"Nonsense. You look fine just the way you are."
"But--"
"I'd like to give you something," Charisma declared. A small box
appeared on the outstretched palm of her hand. "A small token of my
affection."
"That's sweet," Tiffany replied, "but unnecessary."
"You'd deny me the pleasure of expressing my fondness for you, my
dear?"
"Never." Tiffany accepted the gift. Opening the box, she withdrew a
delicate gold chain upon which was suspended a gold locket. She
unlatched the locket, opening it. Inside were tiny photographs of her
and Charisma, shown from the waist up. Both were nude, displaying their
breasts, shoulders, necks, and faces.
"A keepsake," the sorceress said, "to wear close to your heart. Here,
let me help you put it on."
In a moment, Charisma had fastened the necklace around Tiffany's neck.
"It's beautiful," Tiffany said, smiling. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The chauffeur appeared in the doorway. "Are you ready, Miss?" he called
to Tiffany.
"I'll be right there," she called back. To Charisma, the shemale said,
"Is it magic?"
Charisma smiled. "Everything's magic."
"What does it do?"
"It reminds you of me--of us."
Normally, Tiffany would have been embarrassed to ride home half naked
with a stranger, her cock and balls on display beneath the beautiful
corset that covered her enlarged breasts. She loved being a shemale,
but she wasn't all that comfortable in the presence of strangers, even
when she was fully clothed. Somehow, though, she wasn't the least bit
uncomfortable in the back of the limousine, even though she was aware
that the driver peeked at her often in the rear view mirror. Tiffany
didn't mind her situation at all. Fingering the locket on the delicate
gold chain that hung between her enlarged breasts, she was much too
busy thinking of Charisma or, rather, of Charisma and her together. She
hadn't been gone from the sorceress' side for more than fifteen
minutes, and, already, she missed her immensely. As she thought of the
two of them together, her fucking Charisma with a huge cock, of
Charisma's double-pronged prick in her ass and temporary cunt, and of
her tongue made huge licking and probing Charisma's watery cunt,
Tiffany's cock rose, stiff and swollen, and her balls, like her erect
nipples, ached. Her fingers stroked the fine chain on which the locket
was suspended. She'd call Charisma as soon as she got home and tell her
how much she loved her, how much she missed her, how she was desperate
to see her again.
The End
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