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Jeff was really proud of himself. He had researched the magic spell and
worked out all the details of performing it. In about an hour, his
rival Max would meet an especially nasty fate. Jeff couldn't wait to
see the guy undergo the series of transformations that would begin once
the spell was invoked. The two of them had been competing for the
attention of a cute girl named Tina, but Max was going to find himself
out of the competition. And on another plane of reality. Jeff touched
the amulet that he wore around his neck, reached into his pocket to rub
the ancient coin that was secreted there, and finally put his fingertip
on the glistening stone that he had gotten affixed to a custom belt
buckle. Everything was ready. All he had to do was pay a visit to Max
and set it all into motion.
Feeling ecstatic, Jeff went out and got into his car. He drove to Max's
apartment and went to the front door, where he pressed the buzzer.
Max's voice came from the intercom, asking who it was.
Jeff said, "Hey, buddy. It's me. Jeff."
"What do you want?"
"I know you have a date with Tina and I thought I could tell you where
she likes to go to eat, what kind of movies she prefers, and that sort
of stuff."
"So... you're not seeing her anymore?"
"No. But I want her to be happy with you," Jeff lied. "So buzz me in
and I'll give you all the details."
A bit skeptically, Max said, "Um, all right."
The buzzer sounded and Jeff congratulated himself on his acting talent.
He went up the stairs two at a time. When he got to Max's second floor
apartment, the door was opened. Jeff stepped inside and took a quick
look around. He didn't see any evidence that Max was a magic user.
That was fine with Jeff. He was kind of new to the arcane arts himself,
so the last thing he needed was a subject who could protect himself.
The guys shook hands and, without being invited, Jeff took a seat at the
dining room table. Max offered him a soda but Jeff declined, saying
that he wouldn't be staying that long.
"That's good," Max responded. "Because Tina's stopping by in about an
hour." He watched Jeff for any reaction. Although the novice spell
caster was seething inside, he concealed his feelings and even forced a
smile. Max sat down across from him and said, "So, does Tina like to go
shopping? I mean, with a guy?"
Jeff had to think for a second. He had been mostly interested in
getting into Tina's pants, and had even gotten close to achieving that
goal. With Max out of the way he expected he would get her into bed.
Or at least the back of his car. He had never taken her shopping at the
mall or anywhere, but it didn't matter what he said, not with what was
going to happen to Max very soon. So Jeff just told him that, sure, she
loved to be taken to stores. He even added that she enjoyed visiting
the food court in the mall. He thought that was a nice touch.
As Jeff spoke, he nonchalantly fingered the amulet. While Max chatted
about movies, Jeff surreptitiously manipulated the coin in his pocket.
Finally, after Max asked him a question that Jeff didn't even bother to
listen to, Jeff stood and, with a look of triumph on his face, gripped
his belt buckle and spoke three words in a language that hadn't been in
common use for centuries. The room darkened and seemed to slowly
rotate. Jeff grinned. He was surprised to see how calm Max remained.
Then they both heard a chorus of whispering voices, intoning more words
in that forgotten language. That was when Jeff sensed that something
was wrong. He tried to move but discovered that he was frozen in place.
Max shook his head, less in sadness than mild amusement. "Really," he
said. "You were going to use that old transformative spell on me? I'm
not saying it's a bad spell. I've used it many times myself. Guys have
paid me a lot to use it on them, to send them to this alternate plane I
have access to. They wanted to be changed and visit somewhere where
their new looks would be appreciated and they could get to use their
new... talents." He chuckled as he got up and went to Jeff. Max went
on, "Of course, because I've been dealing with this variety of magic, I
surrounded myself with protective spells long ago. Spells that turn any
attack on me back on whoever instigated it." He paused, relishing the
sight of Jeff standing there so helplessly. "So what I'm going to do is
finish your spell for you, now that you're the one it's going to
affect."
He left the room and returned, holding a clay tablet about the size of a
standard paperback novel. Impressed into its surface were words written
in that same eldritch language. Max read fluently from it and then
touched it to Jeff's head, heart and... crotch. All at once Jeff had
the sensation of receding at high speed from Max, even though Max didn't
seem to get any further away. Jeff remembered with horror what the
first stage of his spell involved. It was flattening. He had intended
to reduce Max to a one-dimensional image on a poster that could be hung
on the wall. Jeff wasn't receding. He was flattening. And changing at
the same time. It was hard to concentrate but he was able to recall how
he had planned to make Max's flattened self look.
Jeff felt fluttery as his point-of-view descended, until he found
himself on the floor, looking up at a smirking Max. "My, my," said the
superior magic user. "You really are a changed man. Or should I say,
girl." He reached down and picked up the poster that was Jeff's new
living space, got some pushpins from a drawer, and put him up on the
wall. Then he got out his cell phone, took a picture, and held the
illuminated screen up so Jeff could see his new self.
What the made-over male saw boggled his mind. He knew it was him,
except that now he was the image of a hentai girl. And not just any
hentai girl, but an overly sexy one. And she was lewdly posed. And
underdressed. And her face reflected both surprise and vapidity. She
was an airheaded bimbo. A mindless sexpot. The classic dumb blond with
an added helping of 'dumb'. If Jeff had been able to breath at that
moment, he would have gasped and then exhaled with a long moan of
distress. But that wasn't going to happen because he had been flattened
and turned into a picture on a sheet of paper.
Max sat down and grinned up at him. Then he appeared to have an
inspiration. He removed Jeff from the wall and took him to his bedroom.
Once there he remounted Jeff over the headboard of the spacious bed.
Then he turned out the light and left. Jeff was still stunned. He
couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. He tried to
remember what else the spell would cause to occur, but his mind wasn't
able to access that information. The spell didn't want to reveal itself
to its victim. Jeff had pictured Max in this dreadful situation, had
anticipated gloating over his vulnerability, but now his plan had been
turned upside down.
He hung there, his mind slowly filling with an awareness of his
feminized figure. He could feel long hair tickling his bare upper arms.
And even the snugness of the high heels that encased his small feet. He
remembered the picture Max had taken. Jeff now possessed an enviable
figure, with balloon breasts, tiny waist, and flaring hips, as well as
long shapely legs. And he was posed as if he had been surprised while
doing something he shouldn't be, with his arms thrown out, feet apart
but knees close together. His short skirt rode up in front, giving a
peek of panties, which were molded to an unmistakable camel toe. The
top he had on was two sizes too small and his overgrown bust was pulling
it apart, with the top several buttons undone. He must not have had a
bra on, because his rather large nipples were clearly pressing out
against the thin material.
That image had been burned into his mind. He could also see the flowing
golden hair he now boasted, which was fanned out in cartoon style, as if
to reinforce that idea that he was shocked by something. His face, now
that he was a hentai girl, followed certain established conventions.
His eyes were huge and bright blue, his nose pert, and his lips of
average size but with a cupid's bow shape. His cheeks were wide and his
jawline tapered down to a pointy chin. If he could have, he would have
wept for his lost masculinity. And his missing mobility. And his
inability to reverse what had been done to him. He was still trying to
remember what else the spell involved when the door opened and the light
went on.
There stood Max -- with Tina. Oh no, this was even worse. Not that
Jeff had more than the most superficial feelings for that cute girl.
But she was important to him as a potential conquest. Jeff had been
extremely eager to bed her. His self-image required regular infusions
of reassurance, no matter what he had to do to get them. Now, however,
he was getting the exact opposite of that. He was being forced to
witness someone else taking away what he had meant to claim as his own.
Jeff understood right then how fragile his masculine self-image could
become under these stressful circumstances. He would have to be careful
to stay calm, or at least as calm as he could. Otherwise the abuse his
ego was undergoing, along with the girly outer appearance he wore, might
combine to do types of damage that would possibly be irreversible.
Jeff heard Tina speak. She said, "Yes, Max, a couple of my girlfriends
who went out with Jeff heard I was seeing him and they all warned me
about what a pig he is. I was going to break it off with him after
that."
No, no, no. Jeff had done all this, gotten himself into this possibly
inescapable mess, for a girl who was going to dump him anyway. His male
pride took another body blow.
"That's sad," Max said consolingly. "But I'm glad you found out about
him in time."
She put her arms around him and hugged him, saying, "And now I have you.
A guy who understands me and cares about me. Oh, Max, I'm so glad we're
together." She glanced at the bed and added, "In your bedroom." They
kissed and Jeff felt a wrenching sensation where his heart had been when
he was still a real boy.
As the couple got more amorous, Jeff went through agonies of regret and
frustration. Tina's eyes went to him, almost as if she sensed his
presence. She made a disapproving face and turned to Max.
Tina said, "That's quite a poster. The girl looks like a total
birdbrain. And probably a slut, along with it. But I guess you guys
still have to have your fantasies." She mussed up her hair and opened
the top of her blouse, then put on a blank expression. "Oh, Max, let me
be your brainless hentai sex toy." She giggled, making it clear that
this was just a little bit of roleplaying.
Max smiled at her and said, "Tina, honey, I like you either way. As
yourself or when you're pretending to be a silly cartoon image of a
female."
"See?" she said approvingly. "You understand women. You know we can
act out naughty dreams, even if we're not really like that. Unlike
Jeff. Now let me be a nasty, oversexed hentai girl for you, lover."
The irony of this was not wasted on Jeff. He stared down at them,
unable to look away. Between increasingly passionate kisses, Tina
playfully asked Max what the girl on the poster was named. Max said
that she was originally going to be called Brandy -- the name Jeff had
intended for Max -- but that now she should be called Candy. Jeff's
mind was writhing with discomfort. He didn't want to be rechristened
'Candy'. But he had no choice.
Tina smiled up at the picture and said, "Hi, Candy girl. Hope we don't
embarrass you with what's going to happen next."
Well, it didn't exactly embarrass Jeff. What it did was to get him
insanely flustered and horny and upset, all at the same time. He had to
watch the entire, hour long performance, and the cuddling they did
afterward. At one point Max even winked conspiratorially at him. As
the pair on the bed drifted off to contented sleep, Jeff felt himself --
his Candy self -- drifting away too, passing through a veil, and
reemerging somewhere else. Without being told, he knew he had passed
into an alternate reality, not the one he had intended, but the other
one which Max was in touch with. This was where those other guys Max
had mentioned were. Guys who had paid to be transformed. Who would
ever pay to meet such a bizarre fate? And what type of changes had they
handed over their money to have wrought on them?
As Jeff recovered from the transition, he flexed his arms and legs, glad
to have them back in three dimensions, even though they were now the
limbs he had seen in the phone photo of Candy, who he presently was. He
tried to pull down his brief skirt and to close the front of his
uncooperative blouse, but is was useless. He looked around himself at
the open landscape, with a few trees in the distance, gently rolling
ground, and at the end of a path about a mile long, a neat little
cottage. With no other options, he began to follow the path, having
trouble in those heels. When he tried to take off the unwanted
footwear, it refused to be removed. He sighed and kept going, unhappily
aware of his bobbing boobs and jiggling bottom.
All at once his nipples were tingling. He had a powerful urge to finger
them. It would feel so good. But then he remembered that this was one
of the effects he had included in his spell for Max. Then his lips and
tongue started to throb, demanding attention. A similar insistent
sensation began between his rounded buttocks. He took a steadying
breath. At least it wasn't affecting his penis. What had he put into
his magical recipe for Max in that area? Then he remembered. Jeff put
his hand on his crotch. He was reassured to feel that his member had
retained its original dimensions and not be turned into the camel toe he
had seen in on the phone screen. But before he could congratulate
himself on that, it twitched and began to shrink. He could feel it
diminishing. In a panic, he shoved his hand under the waist of the
skirt and got it under his panties.
To his horror, his male parts had suddenly been reduced to a small
fraction of their former proud selves. Worse, the change wasn't done.
That was when he fully recalled what his spell was intended to do. His
fingers stayed were they were as the remainder of his genitals vanished,
seemingly absorbed into his body, and something new began to form. He
detected the unmistakable shape of a vagina, even felt it open and grow
external lips. He accidently brushed his new clitoris and gasped. It
felt so good. That was what he had intended for Max, to make him so
oversexed that he would be desperate for relief but, as a hentai poster
girl, be unable to get it. And when he slipping into the new reality,
be eagerly seeking it. Now Jeff was stuck with a similar problem, and
had to struggle not to keep touching himself. The idea of frantically
masturbating, pulling on those tempting nipples, and maybe even diddling
himself in the rear, was repugnant. He yanked his hand free. telling
himself, 'I'm a guy, not some nympho bimbo'. He moaned as he got closer
to the cottage.
Maybe there would be something inside that he could use to solve his
problem. A cold shower, perhaps. When he opened the door, however, he
got an eye-popping shock. Sitting comfortably around the living room
were a trio of girls similar to himself, hentai types in sexy clothing.
Had he found some allies? They all stood up and smiled at him.
"I'm Angel," said one with long blond hair. "My friends are Wanda and
Brie." She paused for effect before adding, "We're futa girls."
Jeff's jaw dropped. Angel said he looked inviting with his mouth
opened. He sealed his lips and backed up, but the door shut itself
behind him. Jeff asked hopefully, "Are you prisoners here, too? Did
Max trap you in this place?"
"No, no," Wanda said with a laugh. She had dark red hair that reached
her shoulders. "We PAY him to send us here. But in our case it's just
for an occasional visit."
Brie, who had platinum tresses halfway down her back, added, "And we
paid him to make some lovely alterations in us."
Jeff got a sick feeling. He said, "You mean, when you said 'futa'...?"
All at the same time, the girls rose and opened their short-shorts or
unzipped their brief skirts. Out popped three impressively large cocks.
They were dick girls. They wanted to be dick girls, unlike Jeff, who
did NOT want to be a hentai bubblehead. He gaped at the Venus with a
penis. The chick with the stick. And the hot bod with the ramrod.
"So," Angel said with a grin, "what's your name, my pretty-pretty?"
He wanted to say 'Jeff' but it came out as 'Candy'. He tried to
explain, "I don't want to look like this. I don't enjoy being a sexy
girl."
Wanda wanted to know, "Then why are your nipples trying to break through
that flimsy blouse?"
He trembled and looked for somewhere to run. The lusting threesome
moved in on him.
He begged, "Please, don't do anything to me."
Brie assured him, "We're not going to do anything to you. We're going
to do EVERYTHING."
"Yes," Angel said. "We get visitors who we can use, but they all want
it. They pay Max to transport them here because they desire being taken
advantage of. That's fun but it's so much better to have a plaything
who doesn't want to share our games. A delectable empty-headed manga
girl."
"And I'm guessing," Wanda offered with a smile, "that even though your
mind is saying NO, that yummy body is screaming YES. Isn't that right,
Candy?"
Jeff couldn't deny it. In a wispy voice, colored by rising passion, he
admitted the truth. His erogenous zones were much too receptive.
Worse, his entire body was turning into one big erogenous zone. Eager
hands closed on his wrists and he was dragged to the bedroom. Soon his
clothes had been removed and they were admiring his extreme curves. One
dick girl stepped behind him and reached around to put her hands over
his balloon boobs. He felt her hard cock pressing against his bottom.
Another stepped close enough to reach down and cup his female crotch
while she kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue sliding in and out.
The third leaned in to whisper wickedly into his ear.
"Ohhh, Candy, we are going to have such a good time with you. It will
go on and on and on. I can't wait to pump a generous helping of cum
into you."
The others agreed enthusiastically to that. He made an effort to break
free but it was hopeless. Two of them bent him far forward while the
third fingered his new pussy. He moaned and began to perspire. All his
efforts to deny his arousal failed. He felt the knob of a cock rubbing
at his increasingly moist nether lips. The phallic female shoved into
him and he cried out with unrestrained excitement. They forced him to
bend even further and a second cock was shoved upward into his suddenly
hungry mouth. They laughed at his unbridled sex madness, the spirited
way he sucked and moved his hips, and gave him double penetration until
he was nearly cross-eyed from overstimulation. Then it hit him. He had
crafted his spell so that Max would not be able to get any release. It
was maddening. They kept him at a fever pitch of arousal but he
couldn't finish.
Soon those two had shot their loads. He tasted salty ejaculate and felt
it leaking from his pussy. They got him up on his knees on the bed, so
that his irresistible backside was elevated to exactly the right height.
The remaining dick girl put herself behind him and poked experimentally
at his sole remaining virgin spot. He pleaded for her not to enter him
there.
She said, "Now Candy darling, we wouldn't be doing our job if we didn't
take care of ALL your entryways. And you're certainly getting off on
it, you dirty girl."
"B... but I'm NOT getting off," he told her, close to tears. "I can't.
That was part of my spell. The spell I meant to work on Max."
She stopped, still pressing insistently against his tight ring. "You
wanted to turn our Max into a Candy girl?"
"Well, I mean, he was going to be called Brandy, but that's what I was
planning." Jeff was babbling and had said too much.
"So, if you had turned Max into Brandy and sent him here..."
"I was just going to flatten him and make him a poster. And then send
him to a place like this."
"And leave him there?"
"Well, of course. Because I wanted to..."
"Never mind. Let's just focus on you turning Max into a poster and and
leaving him in some other reality... which would mean we'd be stuck
here."
Jeff realized -- too late -- that he had just made three enemies. If
they had wanted to simply use him before, now they wanted to use and
abuse him. To emphasize that point, the one on her knees behind him
shoved hard -- with no lube -- and buried herself to the limit. Jeff
threw back his head and wailed. His only consolation was that after
this they would have all finished and not be ready for more for at least
a while. But then he spotted two reinvigorated cocks pointing at him
and realized that when Max had transported them here, and made them dick
girls, he had also given them endless sexual stamina. And an unlimited
supply of spunk to shoot. Jeff was going to be used non-stop until they
decided to take a break, which might not be for a good long while.
The orgy went on, with the futa girls shooting loads of cream that
filled Jeff everywhere and got all over his smooth hairless pink skin.
He was moved from one position to another, on and off the bed, and
between drillings he had to stroke them with his hands, lick them all
over, and even play with himself to add to his frustration. He was
addled by being kept at a sexual peak for so long, and when they at last
stopped he could only lay there with their spunk cooling on his body,
and take deep breaths. One of the girls made a joke about him looking
like the guest of honor at a bukkake party. Jeff felt SO unclean. At
the same time, he still yearned for even one orgasm of his own but knew
that wasn't going to happen.
"Well," Angel told him. "We have to go back to the real world for a
little visit, though we'll be back to see you later. But don't worry.
There are plenty of other playmates for you to have a good time with.
There are three paths leading away from the rear of this cottage. If
you take the left one, you'll find the home of the cat girls. They're
actual girls between their legs and they'll want to have you lick them
until they meow really loud and even howl. I bet that, if you ask them
nicely, they'll fix you up like a sweet little kitty yourself."
Wanda continued, "If you take the middle path, that'll take you to the
house of the bears. Last time I checked, there were three of them
there. They're tall and husky and very hairy. Usually they like
someone less girly than you, but if we send a message ahead to tell them
that you're really a guy, I'm sure they'll make an exception."
"And," Brie went on, "if you take the right hand path, you'll wind up
among the devil girls. They have nice dicks like ours, except that
theirs are spicy when you get them in our mouth and, when they put them
in you anywhere else, they are HOT. Ouch. I wouldn't want to be you
when you arrive there."
"But I'll just stay here," Jeff insisted. "I won't have to deal with
any of those groups."
"That's a good idea," Angel told him. "Unless those unmanageable
feelings continue in your puss-puss. And you butt. And those jutting
nipples that don't want to get soft. And even your mouth. The bears
will just LOVE your mouth."
"I won't..." he began. "I'm not going to..." But already the
undeniable urges were motivating him. Instead of telling himself he
wouldn't take any of those paths, he was already deciding which would be
the least awful. He groaned, "Nooooo."
The others laughed at him. Angel put one fingertip under his chin, on a
small dry spot, and made an air kiss. She said, "I'd kiss you on the
mouth, sweetness, but your lips and tongue are so coated with cream.
Just like your tight pussy and delightful rump. You've become a ditz
AND a cum dump. I guess we could call you a cream-filled Candy."
She chuckled at her joke and the other two joined her. Candy didn't
appreciate the humor. She was trying to think of some way out of this.
But already she was imagining herself hurrying down one of those other
paths in her heels, round bottom swaying, full bosom bouncing, in a rush
to get more stimulation, even though she knew her needs would be sated
only temporarily. And, she strongly suspected, the more she indulged
herself, the stronger her wants would become, until she was addicted.
If only she had thought matters through more carefully, back when she
was still Jeff. Or if she had made sure that Max wasn't a magic user
himself, and a much better one. Right now Jeff might be with some other
girl like Tina, having a good time, instead of what he was doing, which
was obsessing over who would be next to use him and do anything they
pleased with his curvaceous hentai girl body, even though he would never
gain the release he was starving for. He was trapped. Trapped.
Trapped.
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