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THE FEMMER by Throne
College had been relatively easy for Donny. Then it came time for him to do
some independent research. He didn't have any experience with that and his
instructor, Prof. Wallace, was notoriously exacting. Wallace had been a
prodigy and was now only 29, a very youthful 29, ten years older than Donny.
He was tall and handsome and many of the coeds had feelings for him. He also
had a teaching assistant, Joanna, a lovely young woman who had introduced
herself to Donny when he started the class, which was Reality and It's
Permutations, a fancifully named study of the belief that objects and even
people could be radically changed by magic. Although Donny scoffed at magic,
he desperately needed a good grade in the course. So it was that he went to
Joanna to ask her advice. She was a slender blond with small hands, a modest
figure, and smooth, even features. Her skin was creamy and unblemished.
The only thing about her that put Donny off was that she was taller than him.
It wasn't that her height was exceptional. It was that Donny was quite
short.
She met Donny at a diner near campus. He thanked her profusely for being
willing to help. They chatted for a bit and then he broached the subject of
the paper he needed to write. Joanna looked around, as if she expected to
discover someone spying on them. Then she leaned toward him confidentially
and said, in a hushed voice, "There is one thing that would guarantee you an
excellent grade. Prof. Wallace is obsessed with an ancient artifact, a sort
of alchemical device. It's name is in a lost language but we pronounce it as
'the Femmer'. If you can find anything new about it, you'll be Wallace's
favorite." "His favorite?" "Definitely." "But, I mean, why doesn't he just
do an on-line search?" "That's the catch. There's almost nothing on the
internet about it, if you can believe that. And what's there is mostly
rumors and conjecture." "So how am I supposed to find anything else?" Donny
wanted to know.
Joanna sighed. "There's one possibility. An old dealer in antiquities, Mr.
Kalish. He probably knows something but he's very secretive. He won't speak
to academics at all. But if you pass yourself off as an enthusiast, a
seeker, he might just let something slip." She shrugged and added, "If you
failed you wouldn't be any worse off than you are. And if you have any
luck..." She left that appealing thought dangling before him like succulent
bait. He asked for the address and she had it written out for him. He
thanked her again and said he owed her a fancy dinner, no matter what
happened. She smiled fetchingly and said, "It's a date."
The next day Donny was at the door of a rambling old estate far outside the
city. His car had acted up slightly on the trip. As he lifted the heavy
iron door knocker and thumped it down, he had a strange sense of foreboding.
Then the door was opened by a towering old man with rugged features. He wore
a suit that looked many decades out of style, but his hair was jet black and
his eyes were clear. He asked, "How may I help you?" Donny braced himself
and said, hoping he sounded like a respectful seeker of truth, "I'm
interested in the history of magic and I was told that you are an authority,
that you might be able to help me explore certain... arcane areas." Kalish
chuckled dryly. "I get a few of these requests every year. Why should I
help you?" Thinking quickly, Donny lied, "Well, Sir, my grandmother knew
about these things and she told me a little, so I've always wanted to know
more. It would mean a lot to me... personally." Kalish considered for a
moment before he stepped aside and ushered Donny in.
Straight-backed and deep-voiced, Kalish was an imposing figure. But he
seemed to welcome company and began to talk, lecture really, at once. Donny
listened dutifully for a half hour before he mentioned several artifacts that
he had read the names of during a computer search. Then he casually said,
"And then there's the Femmer." Kalish's dark bushy eyebrows rose. "You have
heard about that?" Thetwo went back and forth about how obscure any
knowledge of the item was and then Kalish paused. It was a very long pause.
At last he said, "Come with me. I have something to show you." Donny tried
not to show his interest too openly. He followed, hurrying to keep up with
his host. Then they entered a small room lined with shelves which were
crowded with books and curious pieces. There were masks, fetish dolls,
animal bones and a human skull. There were also what appeared to be gold and
bejeweled treasures. Then the old man took down a hand-carved box of dark
wood and set it atop a small table in the middle of the room. He opened the
lid and took out a silver hand that held a sphere of some clear substance.
Inside the globe swirled azure and crimson and aquamarine flecks that
radiated light. Donny was awed. Kalish said, "I've had this for a long
time. Usually I'm quite secretive about it. But my instincts tell me that
you are one of the few with who I must share it." He extended his hand
toward Donny, who took the proffered artifact.
All at once Donny's fingers grew warm. His arm felt cold. Strange
sensations raced through his body and a wave of dizziness rolled over him.
He recovered quickly and stood there blinking as Kalish retrieved the globe
from his grip. "Yes," the old man said. "You are definitely one of those
who is fated to hold the Femmer." Donny gasped, even as it vanished into the
box and was closed away. He wanted to continue his act, to gather more
information, to gain some proof, but he felt weak-willed as Kalish escorted
him back toward the front door, saying, "This experience will change your
life, lad. I assure you of that." When Donny reached his car he had to sit
behind the wheel for five minutes to gather his wits. Then he started the
engine and returned to his apartment. The engine still sounded a bit off but
he didn't care anymore. He wanted to phone Joanna and tell her what had
happened but he felt tired. Very tired. So he went to bed early, confident
that he would wake up in the morning and feel like himself again.
He did not oversleep. But when he rose, Donny felt oddly changed. He went
to the bathroom and slipped out of the T-shirt and jockey shorts he had slept
in. Then he went to the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and stepped
in. To his amazement, all of his body hair was washed away by the spray. He
looked down the length of his body and got a second startling surprise. His
penis, normally several inches long when flaccid, had shrunk to almost
nothing. And his nipples were unnaturally sensitive. He muttered, "I can't
believe this," except the voice was much softer and higher than his own.
What was happening? It wasn't as if the Femmer could actually affect him.
Or could it? Donny scrubbed himself, performing the movements from habit,
eager to do something familiar and unchanged. Then he got out of the tub and
dried himself, gaping at what remained of his manhood. With the loss of his
pubic hair his groin looked like it belonged to a pre-pubescent boy. Even
his testicles were a fraction of their proper size. What could he do? All
he could think of was to contact Joanna.
He didn't want to call her on his cell phone. He needed to talk to someone
in person, someone who might understand what was going on. By the time he
left, his face was noticeably softened. His lips even appeared fuller. He
drove quickly but carefully. When he got to the campus and parked, his hands
seemed to have grown slender. He rushed into the building where Prof.
Wallace had his office. Luckily, Joanna was in, handling some routine
matters on her computer. When Donny entered her office without knocking, she
didn't seem surprised. She didn't even react to his altered appearance.
Maybe the changes weren't as extreme as he believed. Joanna smiled and said,
"I see you met Mr. Kalish." He wanted to know what she meant but she just
brushed aside his concerns and said, "Let's go and talk to Al." "Who?"
"Professor Albert Wallace. Al to his friends." She tittered as if something
funny was going on, then led Donny to the inner office. Wallace was sitting
behind his impressively large desk, closely examining the pages on a curious
volume of forgotten lore. He looked up and said, "Joanna, dear. This must
be the young... man you mentioned. The one who was going to visit Kalish."
"Please, Sir," Donny said in his new, less masculine voice. "You have to
help me." He babbled out a short version of what had happened and blushed as
he described the changes in his body in front of Joanna. Wallace merely
nodded and informed him, "I'll have to have a closer look, of course, to
determine if you really have encountered the Femmer." Donny didn't
understand. Joanna said helpfully, "I think he wants you to strip, Donny."
Stunned but desperate for any kind of help, he began to unbutton his shirt.
As he opened it he was shocked to see that he was developing... breasts? The
fabric brushed across his prominent nipples and he gasped as a current of
pleasure ran down his spine to his miniaturized penis. It grew suddenly hard
and stayed that way. He didn't want to remove his trousers but Wallace said
it was essential. Donny reluctantly got naked. He stood there as Wallace
examined him closely and then began touching him, concentrating on his
budding breasts and tiny erection, which was only an inch long and
proportionately skinny. The young man squirmed under the professor's touch,
each contact sending ribbons of sensuous fire along his flesh. "Oh, yes,"
Wallace said enthusiastically. "He... or rather she... will be ideal."
Donny wanted to know what he was talking about. Wallace said, "As a living
sex toy, of course."
Donny grabbed his clothes and started dressing, anxious to be out of here.
No one tried to stop him. All Wallace said was, "Where do you imagine you're
going to, with that new body? And voice? And more changes coming all the
time? You'd be much better off here. With me. I could take you to my place
and help you get acquainted with your new..." But Donny had his pants on and
his arms in his shirtsleeves, his shoes in his hand, and was hurrying toward
the door. As he left, Wallace only shook his head and said to Joanna, "Your
friend is a slow learner." She said, "He's only my friend because you said
he would be a good candidate for the Femmer." "Indeed."
Outside, Donny finished dressing. As he started across the quad, he saw
Lance Lasher coming toward him. Lance was the biggest, most sexist jock on
campus. He put himself in Donny's path and stood there, legs apart. Lance
wanted to know, "What are you doing in guy's clothing, babe? Nobody's going
to take you for a guy, not with those chest warmers." Donny turned his eyes
downward and couldn't miss that his bust had burgeoned into an unmissable 38
inch showpiece, probably with a double D cup. As he put his hands at his
sides he could feel how much his hips were bulging. In confusion he
extemporized, "These clothes are because I sort of got into some trouble and,
um..." He looked back at the offices and saw Wallace gazing at him from the
window. "And I need a place to hide." "Sure," said Lance. "You come
straight to my dorm room, sweetie. I'll hide you real good. You're sending
all the signals that say what you mean when you say you want to hide." He
linked his arm through Donny's and put his big hand on Donny's wrist. "Just
walk this way, sugar." Less fearful of his fellow student than of the
professor, who seemed to know what was happening but didn't appear ready to
help him, Donny went along with Lance. Soon they were in the athlete's room,
a study in slovenliness, decorated with empty beer cans. Lance grabbed a
fresh brew from the fridge, popped it, and offered Donny a swig. When he
declined, Lance just shrugged and gulped down half of it himself, set it
aside, and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his letterman's jacket.
Then he was in front of Donny, grabbing his arms and pushing him back toward
the bed. The edge of the mattress caught Donny in the backs of his knees
and he sat down hard. Then Lance deftly unbuttoned Donny's shirt, all the
way down, and spread its halves wide. He whistled appreciatively at the
freshly grown mounds, then reached out and fondled them. Donny was about to
protest, to explain, to flee, when he was incapacitated by jolts of
stimulation. He couldn't defend himself as Lance pawed him. Then the jock
said, "Now you're going to lay back, I'm going to get you out of those stupid
guy pants, and we're going to have some fun. I know you want it. Right?"
That last word held a strong hint of a threat. Donny gathered his wits
enough to say, "We can't. I'm -- uh -- having my time of the month." "No
problem," Lance told him. "That's what you've got a mouth for. Isn't it?"
Again, he didn't sound like he would take 'no' for an answer. Terrified,
Donny could only nod. "So," Lance said smugly. "Open my frickin' jeans and
take out The Monster." The...? Donny felt sick. But what could he do? He
didn't want to be discovered as a mixed-gender victim of whatever had
happened to him. What would the muscular student do if he saw a penis
between Donny's now hairless thighs, even if it was the dick of a newborn
miniature poodle? With quivering fingers, Donny unhooked Lance's jeans,
opened his zipper, and reached through the fly of his boxers. He felt
something that would have shamed his own penis, even before it shrank. As he
cautiously pulled it free, the length of meat began to stiffen. Lance told
him to stroke it and he did. Soon Donny was facing nine thick inches.
Lance put his powerful hands on either side of Donny's head and held it like
a vise. He growled and the captive student opened his mouth. Wide. Wider.
Lance pulled him forward and suddenly the fat head of that cock was resting
on Donny's tongue. The pressure on Donny's head increased and he took the
cue to begin licking. Lance told him, "You know how, slut. Suck, swirl and
swallow. Get busy or get hurt." Blinking back tears, Donny suited his
actions to the words. He suckled on the knob, ran his tongue around the wide
corona, and tasted salty pre-cum, which he dutifully swallowed. All he
wanted right then was to get this awful experience over with, but Lance told
him to slow down. He said that if Donny rushed, he would flip him onto his
back, put a pillow under his hips, and 'take a ride down the chocolate
highway'. "You don't want that, do you, honey?" Donny could only grunt in
the negative and give his head a slight shake. The latter action made Lance
gasp. "Yeah," the big student said. "Do that thing with your head again.
Show me some more tricks. And get ready to gulp down a huge mess of goo,
cause I've got big balls to match my big cock." Sickened but scared, Donny
did as he was told. He worked his head up and down on that wide shaft. He
teased the knob, even taking it out of his mouth to give it a tongue
slapping. He pulled down Lance's pants far enough that he could duck his
head and lap the jock's balls, which were indeed oversized.
It seemed like a half hour but eventually Lance was building toward an
orgasm. More pre-cum flowed. Donny was still on the verge of tears. He got
his slim fingers around that massive tool and stroked the half of it that he
couldn't get into his mouth. Lance muttered wordlessly as his member began
to pulse. He said, "Here comes your treat, slut. Here comes lunch." He
laughed once and then his hips jerked. Suddenly Donny felt a geyser of thick
fluid filling his mouth. Though nauseated he swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed. Despite his best efforts a few drops leaked from the corners of
is mouth. Lance snorted, farted, and released Donny's head. The seated
student kept sucking, slowly backing his face off the invading organ. At
last it was out and he could breath properly. Lance patted him on the head
and said, "Good little whore. Damn good." Then he stuffed himself back into
his shorts, closed his pants, retrieved his beer and finished it. He told
Donny, "You can't go back out looking like a freak, in guy clothes. I've got
some stuff from another girl who was here. I kicked her out naked because
she wouldn't kiss my ass. Let's get you something to wear." Donny was too
shaken to object. He looked on wordlessly as Lance produced a belly shirt,
panties, and mini-shorts. There were even a pair of sandals with ankle
straps. Donny changed into the female attire, feeling somehow safer in such
unmanly guise. When he was done, Lance marched him to the dresser and handed
him a hairbrush. Donny fixed his longish hair (it had grown several inches)
which went along with his new body. Then Lance pointed to several discarded
items of make-up. Donny managed to do a fair job of applying lipstick and
eye shadow. He darkened his pale eyebrows with narrow lines. He even put a
bit of rouge on his cheeks. Maybe now Wallace wouldn't recognize him.
Lance belched, gave Donny a hard slap on his round protruding bottom and sent
him out the door. As the made-over male blinked in the bright afternoon
light, several passing guys eyes him leeringly. The abbreviated top, with no
bra under it, showed off his boobs and jutting nipples. The shorts left the
bottom halves of his butt cheeks exposed. The low heels on the sandals even
added a sway to his hips as he moved. It was horrible, being trapped in this
female body, yet weirdly comfortable. He had to go back past Wallace's
office to return to his car. Belatedly, Donny realized that his wallet, ID,
and keys were still in his pants, back in Lance's room. He sniffled, more
upset than ever, as Wallace appeared by his side and said softly but
forcefully, "Go around the back of my building and come up to my office.
Now." With no willpower that he could summon, Donny simply obeyed. When he
entered the room for the second time, Wallace and Joanna were waiting for
him. But the surprise was that so was Kalish, who suddenly didn't come
across as a reclusive eccentric. Now he looked more like an eager predator.
A sexual predator with designs on Donny. Wallace snickered as he got a
better look at Donny in his hooker-ish outfit and cosmetics. He asked the
half-covered student what had happened and Donny broke down. He tearfully
described what had transpired in Lance's dorm. Instead of being appalled,
the three listeners laughed. Then Joanna said, "I want to get me some of
that virgin mouth, too."
Donny didn't understand, not until she raised her short skirt, got out of her
panties, and stood there proudly displaying a cock and balls, at least as
impressive as Lance's, with no pubic hair. "Don't you get it?" she said. "I
used to be a guy. But in my case I really WANTED the changes the Femmer
could make in me. Kind of the best of both worlds. The Professor and Kalish
have a special taste for my kind. Or I should say, OUR kind, Donny."
Wallace broke in with, "Let's make that Donna." There was more laughter.
Joanna put her hands on Donny/Donna's shoulders and pressed downward.
Overwhelmed, he sank to his bare knees and began to fondle her cock. She
said cheerfully, "Fast learner." Then Donny had to repeat the scene he had
played in Lance's room. Listening to the men talk, he understood that he had
been set up by Joanna and Wallace to go to Kalish's home and be exposed to
the Femmer. And that he was trapped in this new form. Worse, the magical
transformation was still transpiring. By Wallace's estimate, Donny's boobs
would expand to a stupendous 48 inches, with GG cups. His butt would be wide
enough and jut far out enough to balance those huge tatas. Even his lips
would continue to swell until they achieved a permanent exaggerated pucker.
"Enjoy your blowjob, Joanna," Wallace said. "Then it's our turn. But we're
taking her back to Kalish's place, way out where nobody can hear her whimper,
or plead, or scream. Oh, the fun we'll have. And Donna," he went on,
crouching behind Donny to reach around and cup his mushrooming bazooms
through the thin material of the top, "Us manly men want more than just to
get sucked off, though you'll get to do plenty of that in the months to
come." "Hey," said Joanna, "I want to take him from behind too. But right
now I want one of these quickies. Wow. I can really feel those pillow lips
around my rod. Can't wait until she learns to deep throat."
Kalish said, "We'll all make sure she gets lots and LOTS of practice. And I
have a few friends in the mystic arts who also enjoy playing with a half-
changer like her." Wallace corrected, "More like a three-quarter changer.
Or nine tenths." He tweaked Donny's swollen nipples and the student
squealed, even with Joanna's meat filling his mouth. She got excited by
Donny's mixed pain and arousal and shot a massive load into his waiting
mouth, coating his tongue and filling his throat. He struggled to get it all
down. She kept it in him for a while. Then he had to lap her clean. They
pulled him to his feet and he swayed dizzily. Then they led him back down
the rear steps he had ascended and loaded him into Kalish's car, which had
tinted windows. Soon he would be at the older man's estate, where a life of
sexual servitude in his gender-blended state waited for him. They had a
complete wardrobe waiting, including maid uniforms, lingerie, rubber and
leather. Donny would be kept busy during the day but much more every night.
He would learn to walk in towering heels and to be as seductive as a $500
female escort. He would master every technique of sex and kink. But there
was good news, too. Now he didn't have to worry about doing any research or
writing a lengthy and difficult paper. He was going to get his good grade
another way.
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My most recent magical story before this was A SPELL REVERSED.
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