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Episode 1: Wayne's Tale, Part I Wayne strolled across campus, bundled up in a warm winter coat. The wind whipped at his face and he pulled his shoulders up to try to block it. The scarf he wore helped some, but only the parts of his face which it covered. Snow crunched under his feet and he glanced up. The little suburban street was covered in snow, but occasionally a car would try and get through anyways making a few sets of gouges in the inches of fresh powder. Everything looked bright orange, black, or something in between as the streetlights shown brilliantly on the white surface. He glanced up at the sky and it looked a foreboding purple. As if the snow on the ground wasn't enough, they said there was more coming tonight. Wayne trudged up the street, past his own little car now completely covered in snow. He'd forgotten to clear it off after the last snow storm, he'd been too busy in the lab. There had been a single warm day between then and now, so it had melted a bit and then refrozen. Now it was as if his car were encased in a block of ice. Unless he got lucky and there was a string of warm days, Wayne wouldn't be driving anywhere for awhile. Stamping his feet at the door, Wayne stepped into the little three bedroom house he was renting. It smelled amazing inside. Greg had to be cooking. Greg was an amazing cook and thankfully, he shared when he did. He, Greg, and Matt all worked pretty long hours, that's what graduate students were supposed to do, so these meals didn't come that often. Wayne knew today was one of them though, that's why he'd come home early... Well, earlier anyways. "Smells awesome man!" Wayne shouted as he unbundled in the entry way. He threw his heavy coat into the closet and set about unlacing his boots. "Thanks! Coq au vin!" Greg shouted from the kitchen. "Mmmm, chicken and wine stew..." Wayne said loudly. "Good winter food," Matt said from the living room. Wayne kicked off his boots but left his socks on. He debated taking them off as well, the heat was up pretty high. He strolled into the living room to find Matt sitting on the couch, his laptop on his legs, the bright screen reflecting off his glasses. His grey eyes darted about and his hand on the mouse on the cushion beside him jerked rapidly and clicked. In a break to the frenzy of clicking Mat reached up and brushed back his shaggy dark blond hair. "You winning?" Wayne asked. "Of course," Matt said and didn't look up. "Another five minutes!" Greg shouted from the kitchen. "You gonna be done in time for dinner?" Wayne asked. Matt looked up and smiled. "I CAN be." Wayne just nodded, assuming this was Matt making a subtle comment on just how awesome he was at that stupid game. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. Hell, he'd even gotten Greg playing it a little. Wayne sat down in the love seat and clicked on the TV. He flipped through channels, not really looking for anything to watch. He stopped on a weather report. "... snow pounding the entire east coast! Expect from 3 to 6 inches down by Maryland to over two feet up in Boston! Travel delays are mounting as everyone gets ready for the snow storm of the year! Now to Cindy Takanawa, who's out at a local grocery store seeing how people are-" Wayne cut the weather man off as he resumed flipping channels. "I'm guessing your mom's not going to make it up tonight then?" Matt asked without looking up from his laptop. "Yeah, she was kind of freaking out about it actually," Wayne replied. "Didn't want to miss her little boy's birthday!" Matt cooed saccharinely. "It's not even that import of a birthday. What am I going to be able to do now that I couldn't before? Rent a car for slightly less money?" Wayne replied. "I'm just messing with you man. It's cool your mom wants to come see you. My folks never do," Matt said with a shrug. Wayne's phone chirped and he pulled it out, looked at it and then put it back away. "She says she's going to find someway to get here tomorrow," Wayne said and rolled his eyes. "Well, most of the snow is supposed to dump tonight. Airports never stay closed that long and maybe some roads will be clear by tomorrow," Matt said with another shrug, then furled his brow. "Little bitch..." he muttered under his breath as he stared at his laptop, then proceeded to click rapidly on his mouse. "Food's ready," Greg said, poking his toned frame into the room and glancing around, his short brown hair bobbing slightly as his head moved. "One second!" Matt said and continued to click rapidly. "Yes yes yes! Fuck yeah!" Matt shouted and thrust both hands up into the air. He turned and looked at Wayne. "Told you I could do it." "I never doubted you," Wayne said, having no idea what he hadn't been doubting. They all sat around the kitchen table with their plates, trying not to drool into their steaming food. It smelled so good. A heavenly, buttery aroma with hints of herb and wine that just screamed unhealthy, but delicious. They were all young men in their twenties though, what did they care about healthy? "Coq au vin with steamed broccoli in a mustard cream sauce, broiled potatoes, and carrots sauteed in butter. Paired with a cheap but decent Cabernet," Greg said as he pointed to each item on his plate. It was part of the ritual he liked when he cooked for them to point out what was what, as if it wasn't obvious. The part of him that wished he was a restraunteur instead of graduate student one supposed. "Looks amazing," Matt said, staring at it. "Tastes better!" Wayne said with a mouthful of chicken and gravy. They all laughed. They didn't talk much during dinner whenever Greg cooked. Greg said he took it as high compliment. The food was too good to waste time talking over. After he finished Wayne leaned back, feeling quite stuffed. The meal was heavy, like a good winter meal should be. Wayne sipped at his wine. He wasn't a big wine guy, but this one wasn't bad. Not too sticky tasting or tart. "Great meal," Wayne said and stood up. "Hold on a second!" Matt said and gestured for him to sit down. "What?" Wayne asked and smiled, suspecting he knew what was coming. "Well," Greg said and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "You know I'm more of a cook than a baker, but I figured it was your birthday and your mom was coming so I whipped something together." Wayne and Matt watched as Greg strolled over to the fridge and opened it. He pulled something out and spun around. Wayne could see his name spelled out in a raggedy scrawl on the simple cake's white frosting. 'Happy B-Day Wayne!' "Aww you shouldn't have!" Wayne said and smiled as Greg set the cake in front of him. "We need candles!" Matt said. "Did you get them?" Greg asked. "I was supposed to?" Matt replied. "Oops." Greg shook his head and turned and dug through a drawer. He came back holding a box of candles and some matches. "Well, I guess we don't have enough candles for an old fogey like you. Hope you don't mind," Greg said as he rattled the half empty box and began putting the candles in the cake. "I don't mind at all. This is really sweet guys," Wayne said and grinned. "Shut up. I only prepared all this to impress your mom, and now she's not even here," Greg said and they all laughed. After a crooning two man rendition of 'Happy Birthday' Wayne blew out the candles, getting all eight and a half of them in one go. "I guess you get a wish!" Matt said. "Don't waste it!" Greg added. Wayne closed his eyes and tried to think of something to wish for. Not being able to think of anything else, he wished the experiment he started tonight would work. "Did you make a wish about work?" Matt asked, he knew Wayne too well. "No," Wayne said sheepishly and smirked. "Man you work too hard," Greg said and got out plates for them. He cut into the cake and slid a piece onto Wayne's plate. Wayne saw the kind of cake it was and smiled. Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Another good winter food. He didn't wait and dug right into it. "MMmmm..." he said loudly. "Holy shit man that's good!" Matt said as he took his first bite. "Thanks," Greg said, "it's a pretty basic recipe." "I don't care, whatever you did it was awesome," Matt replied and hungrily ate up his whole piece then got another. "Well Matt certainly thinks you can bake," Wayne said as he finished his first. Not that he didn't want more, he was just too full. "That's just cause Matt has a sweet tooth. Anything with sugar he loves," Greg said and shook his head. "Doesn't mean I'm wrong," Matt said, finishing his second piece shortly there after. "That's true," Wayne added and his phone chirped again. He pulled it out and looked at it. It chirped again in his hand and he arched one eyebrow, then shook his head and put his phone away. "Your mom?" Matt asked. "Yeah, she was just wishing me a happy birthday and saying she'd be out here tomorrow morning even if she had to walk," Wayne said. "All right, I'll get the dishes." "No way birthday boy!" Matt said and jumped to his feet. "I'll do them since Greg cooked." "'Bout time you started pulling your weight!" Greg said and laughed as Matt picked up his plate. Greg then turned and looked at Wayne. "So Wayne, there's a new Persephoni's Gate film on Netflix. You wanna watch it? There's more wine." Wayne resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn't that he expected the movie to be bad, it was just that he knew the only reason Greg wanted to watch was because it starred Claire Dungar. "Yeah sure, why not. Should we wait for Matt?" "What, so I don't miss the critical plot points or so I don't miss the opening twenty minutes of explosions and slow mo boob bouncing?" Matt said as he turned on the sink testing the temperature of the water with his hand. "Umm, both?" Greg replied. "I think I can catch up, you guys go ahead," Matt said, dumping the plates into the soapy basin with a loud crash. Wayne plopped down on the love seat and belched. He felt so full. Kind of drowsy too. Greg came over and refilled his wine before plopping down on the couch and clicking the TV on. Wayne sipped on his wine as the film started. His head was starting to spin and he'd only had the one and a half glasses of wine, plus all that food. Usually he wasn't such a light weight. Thankfully the film wasn't much of a thinker so his lack of focus wouldn't probably matter. The film opened with an action sequence, sans hot chick. A car chase down windy roads by an ocean. Somewhere in California probably, or maybe they'd bothered to go to the Mediterranean to film it like where the movie was supposed to be set. After an incredibly drawn out car chase, it ended with the guy spinning the car around down a cliff. He thunked into a tree and looked up dazed and bleeding. A man in an orange suit was standing there shaking his head. He turned his back and walked away. The man in the car seemed confused, then two rockets came out of nowhere and the car exploded in two massive fireballs. Then the movie did a slow dissolve to two large breasts in a bikini over the two fireballs. The camera pulled out and the hero, Persephoni was revealed, sunning herself on a beach. Her phone rang and she picked it up. Cut to title card. "What an opening!" Greg said emphatically. "You jusht liked the closhe up on her boobsh," Wayne said, slurring his speech a little. His tongue felt funny. He didn't even feel drunk really, but it was like his whole body was tingling a little. He sipped some more wine and blinked slowly. "I heard I missed boobs," Matt interrupted and sat down on the far end of the couch from. "Don't worry, they'll show up again," Greg said as the opening sequence resolved to Persephoni clad in a tight leather one piece riding a motor cycle down those same curved roads. Wayne focus really started to fade then. He tried to just keep his head up right. He felt really weird. He knew now he wasn't drunk. It was something else... He didn't know how much time had passed before Greg spoke again. Wayne blinked and looked at the screen, seeing a massive pair of boobs occupying most of it. "God, I wish I could get my hands on a pair of boobs like those," Greg said. Wayne's eyes suddenly darted open and his body started moving on its own. He was terrified as he stood up, the fog completely gone all of a sudden and turned to look at Greg. "Granted," he said and raised his arm, pointing at Matt. He felt a weird surge run through his body and out his hand. He thought he saw a flash of light and heard a loud *POOF!*. The dizziness returned suddenly, worse than ever. He thought he heard a woman scream and suddenly his vision faded down to a point. He felt himself fall backwards and thought back to his mother's last text and instant before everything suddenly went black. 'If anything weird happens please call' --- Matt was screaming as Wayne suddenly slumped to the floor. He had good cause to scream. All Greg could do was sit there with his jaw hanging open. Wayne pointed, there was flash of light the puff of smoke, and suddenly like a bad magic trick where Matt had been sitting was a girl with massive knockers wearing a microbikini and glasses. She looked down and started screaming. "What the fuck!? What the fuck!?" she screamed over and over and jumped to her feet, looking her body over. The movement made her breasts bounced everywhere, barely contained by the tiny bits of fabric hanging from her body. "Holy shit what!?" Greg finally said. "I know, right?!" the girl shouted in a voice that sounded sultry even when shouting. "You're- Matt?" Greg asked. "Who the fuck- What the fuck- how the fuck- WHAT THE SHIT!?" Matt cursed. Both their eyes turned to the slumped form of Wayne. "Dude is he ok?" Greg asked. "He'd better be. I need to murder him," Matt said and crossed his arms awkwardly trying to his his tits. "Why?" Greg asked. "Why? WHY!? He fucking turned me into a girl somehow!" Matt shouted. "You don't know that he did that. I mean, how is that even possible?" Greg asked. "Magic, duh. You and I have both read enough fantasy books and played enough fantasy RPGs to know that," Matt said and leaned forward to try and look down past his breasts. He saw the tiny triangle of fabric at his crotch. If the tits on his chest weren't enough of an indicator, that fabric was way too small to be hiding even the tiniest three dimensional object. He suddenly felt as if he moved the wrong way he might expose his new equipment. He blushed and brought one of his arms down to cover his crotch. He almost felt naked. "But magic's not real," Greg said. "These tits and..." Matt said, drifting off as he pointed down to his lack of manhood. "They prove that it does." "Holy shit, you've got a pussy?" Greg said, as if this was some kind of revelation. His attention had been drawn further up. Matt just rolled his eyes. There was an explosion from the TV and he turned just in time to see the camera cut to Persephoni. A light went off in Matt's head. "Holy shit, I have her tits!" Matt shouted. "What? You look nothing like her," Greg said and glanced at the screen. She actually looked kind of like a prettier female version of Matt. The same grey eyes and the same dark blond hair, even though it was longer now. Maybe a sister or cousin of something. "No, I have her tits. Tits just like them..." Matt said and let her arm drop, thrusting her chest forward. Greg's eyes went wide. "Holy shit! My wish! Wayne's some kind of fucking genie!" Both their eyes turned back to Wayne's slumped form by the wall. He hadn't moved since they last looked. "Oh shit," Greg said suddenly and got up and darted over to Wayne. He straightened him out onto the floor and checked for a pulse. "Is he breathing?" Matt asked. "Or even alive?" "He's got a pulse and he's breathing," Greg said and looked up at Matt. "And you said that mandatory first aid training would never come in handy." "I can honestly say this was not a scenario I'd imagined then," Matt replied and crossed his arms over his large breasts again, squishing them a little. "Well he seems ok," Greg said as he felt all over Wayne's head. "No cuts or bumps that I can feel, I don't think he hit anything on the way down." "Should we take him to a hospital?" Matt asked. "And say what? My friend just magically turned my other friend into a chick and then blacked out?" Greg asked. "We could just lie and say he got drunk and passed out and we were worried he hit his head." "And what if they check and see he's not drunk! What if they find something else?!" "Like what?" "I don't know!" Greg said frantically. They both stood there in silence for awhile, breathing heavily. "Let's just get him to his bed," Greg said and stood up, walking around and picked up Wayne by his shoulders. Matt paused and then got down by Wayne's feet. "On three," Greg said, getting a good grip. "One. Two. Three!" They hefted upwards and Greg looked down. Straight into Matt's cleavage. He paused and stared. "Eh hem," Matt cleared his throat, his small frame clearly struggling to lift Wayne's legs. Greg looked up into Matt's grey eyes, blinked and then they both blushed and looked away. They managed to get Wayne into his bed and as soon as they did he rolled over and started snoring. That made them both feel better for some reason. They shook him and tried to wake him, but nothing seemed to rouse him. "Shit," Matt said and crossed his arms over his breasts again. "I guess we have to just let him sleep," Greg said, knowing full well that meant Matt would be keeping those incredible boobs until morning at least. "Umm, want to go finish the movie?" Matt paused and let out a long sigh. "OK." They sat in silence as they watched the movie. Matt kept shifting awkwardly and Greg kept fighting back the urge to stare at those boobs. Matt got up to go to the bathroom at one point and it was only when Greg heard the toilet seat go down that it occurred to him what that meant. When he came back Matt had a weird look on his face but said nothing. Neither of them paid attention to the movie. Something about a secret plot to steal a nuclear weapon that only the world's sexiest secret agent could solve. Ideas bounced through Greg's head. He couldn't believe any of this had happened. He couldn't believe there was a girl with boobs that incredible just sitting mere feet from him down the couch. He glanced over and noticed something. Her nipples were hard. They tented the tiny bits of fabric of her microbikini just slightly. Why hadn't she gotten changed, or at least covered herself with a blanket? He had to at least ask. He'd kick himself forever if he didn't. Who cared if it was weird? "Can I- touch your boobs?" Greg asked. When else was a guy given an opportunity like this? "MMh, what?" Matt said as if snapping out of a haze. "Dude no." "Come on, how often does a guy get free access to boobs like that? It's not like they're really yours," Greg said and scooched closer down the couch. "But, I mean, we're friends. I'm a guy. We're not gay. Wouldn't that be weird?" Matt asked in a soft voice. "No way man, it's just one friend helping another. I'm not looking to do anything else, it's just- well like you said those are HER boobs," Greg said and gestured to the stacked woman diffusing a bomb on the TV screen. "And I've totally fantasized forever about touching them and now there they are. Just so I can say I copped a feel of Persephoni's boobs." "O-ok," Matt said timidly and lowered his arms, leaving his boobs undefended. Greg reached out slowly and rested his hands one on each. God they really were huge! It was even more obvious now that he was touching them. More than a handful each. He slid his hands around, caressing the skin, testing their firmness ever so slightly on all sides as he worked his hands around the bikini. They were so curvy and round. He looked up for a second and saw Matt's eyes closed, a weirdly strained expression on his pretty face. He slipped his hand under Matt's chest and gently caressed the underside of Matt's boobs. "Mmmhhhh..." Matt moaned quietly and Greg glanced up. He knew what that face was now. Matt was enjoying this and trying not to show it. As if that revelation was license to continue, he gave both boobs a firm squeeze. "Ooohhh," Matt groaned and his eyes darted open. "You want me to stop?" Greg asked, his hands still full of titflesh. "No," Matt replied instantly. "It's got to be the wish. AH!" he said and gasped as Greg pinched one of his nipples through the bikini. "What?" Greg asked and let go. He realized he had the biggest hard on right now. "You wished you could get your hands on these tits. More than just making the tits be here, you had to be able to get your hands on them. That's why I've been thinking about this since we dropped Wayne off in his room," Matt said, not sounding entirely convinced. Greg nodded. It was a good enough theory for him. Besides, with the amount of blood filling his dick right now his brain wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders. He started to gently knead them. "MMMnnghh-god," Matt whispered hoarsely and bucked her hips slightly. Yes, Greg realized, she really was a woman. "Do you want to keep going?" Greg asked, realizing where this was headed and frankly too aroused to think about secondary things like whether it should go there. "I think I need more wine," Matt whispered, his face flush. "I think I have some vodka," Greg said. "Even better," Matt replied and smiled at him. His boner was so hard it literally hurt. --- Wayne came to slowly. He still felt exhausted, but now he also felt kind of queasy. His head ached. It was almost like a hang over, but everywhere felt sick, even places that really shouldn't like his toes. He tried to go back to sleep, but failed. His mind reeled. He remembered his mom's text. Something weird. This definitely counted. He reached into his pocket but his phone wasn't there. He realized suddenly he was in his bedroom. How had he gotten here? He'd been in the living room and then... It was all blurry, but not so blurry it wasn't coherent. He'd done something. Something had happened to him. He'd passed out. His phone must have fallen out of his pocket. He staggered to his feet and stumbled into the hall. *sccreeket* *sccreeket* *sccreeket* *sccreeket* The strange sound was quiet, but like a roar to him. He tried to ignore it and walked forward. The sound got louder. Greg's door was open a crack. He could see the bed. Greg's naked ass and a woman's legs wrapped around it. "Oh god! Oh god!" he heard a tiny voice saying over and over again. Wayne knew something was wrong here, but he couldn't figure out what. The noise sounded so loud to him it almost hurt. He staggered past the door and the sound began to recede. Then it increased in pace. *sccree* *sccree* *sccree* *sccree* *sccree* "Oh god! FUCK ME!" a woman's voice screamed, it was so loud it almost knocked Wayne over. He stumbled and leaned against the wall. He paused and all the sounds seemed to have stopped. He kept going, one step at a time. He entered the living room and crawled about on the floor toward the love seat he'd been in. He reached up and patted it. It had fallen out of his pocket there and he found it immediately. He tapped mindlessly on it, calling on autopilot. "Hello?" his mother's voice suddenly said. "Mom. Something's-" "Shh shh shh. Ok honey, calm down. Everything will be all right," his mother replied. "I feel so terrible," Wayne croaked. "That's cause you need to rest. You're not used to exerting yourself like that," His mother's voice was perfectly calm. "I couldn't sleep," Wayne said. "Honey, do you still have that pencil set you always loved? The one in the little leather case you used for all your drawings?" His mother asked. "Yeah," Wayne replied. "Can you go find that? When you do I want you to open it and take out a pencil," His mother replied. "Ok," Wayne replied, too exhausted to wonder why. He got up and walked towards the entry way. "Don't worry honey, I'll be there in a few hours. Everything will be fine," his mother said. Wayne opened the coat closet and reached inside. He kept the pencil case and a pad of paper in his coat pocket. He'd always loved to draw and sketch and so he carried it around with him everywhere. "I've got it," he said to his mother. "Open it up and take out a pencil honey. Don't worry, everything will be just fine." His mother's voice was suddenly cut off as he reached for the pencil. Somehow his whole finger slipped inside and he felt a tugging on his arm. He blinked and knew he should be startled, but he couldn't fight it. He felt a sudden rushing sensation and the case seemed to get much large in his hand. No, it wasn't in his hand anymore. It was on his arm. He was slipping inside of it! He panicked and dropped his phone to the ground. "Honey! Honey don't worry! Just relax! Everything will be just fine! I'll see you soon!" her voice shouted from the phone on the ground. Everything seemed to be getting bigger around him rapidly, then Wayne realized he was actually shrinking as he was drawn into the pencil case. Suddenly he was pulled entirely inside and he heard the case snap shut and there was darkness. And suddenly sleep came to him. An incredible, peaceful, restful sleep. His worried about what had just happened faded away as his body succumbed to exhaustion, the warm, gentle, welcoming darkness of sleep engulfed him. --- Matt awoke feeling warm and happy. He couldn't even remember why until he reached over to grab his glasses and felt a weird sensation on his chest. He was a she, as her massive boobs told. And she had gotten screwed last night, as Greg's sleeping form beside her and her sore pussy attested to. Matt moved slowly and pushed down the blankets, exposing her boobs. They were awesome boobs and they felt incredible. She reached her hands up and cupped them, caressing them softly. She squeezed them and pushed them together, her thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples. She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to sigh as a bolt of pleasure shot straight down to her pussy, which throbbed with a dull ache. How many times had they gone last night? Six? "Hey," Greg said, awake apparently and looking at the woman next to him fondling her boobs. "Hey," Matt replied and let go of her boobs. "About last night..." Greg said and his voice trailed off. Silence filled the room around them as they both struggled between looking at each other enough to show respect, and not looking at each other enough to show affection. "Let's just act like last night was a one night stand. Last night was fun," Matt admitted. "Yeah, it was," Greg replied and smiled. "I think it's typical for the guy to cook the girl breakfast when she wakes up in his bed after one of these things," Matt said and smiled. "You know I like your cooking." Greg smirked. "I would, but I have this morning wood that's keeping me from being able to focus," Greg said and pulled back the covers to reveal his hard on. "What do you want me to do about that?" Matt giggled, slipping into the same role she'd played last night. She pushed her glasses up her nose and smiled, but Greg wasn't looking at her face. He was staring at her boobs. "Those boobs... I- I wanna fuck 'em," Greg said and blushed. Matt's smile faded for a minute, then she laughed and it returned. "OK," she said and moved the pillow out from behind her head so she could lay flat. She knew what it was to be a guy after all and want such things. Who was she to refuse Greg this opportunity? Besides, after last night, she was very curious to try new things in this body. Greg straddled her torso, his cock looming large over her. She stared at it as it lowered itself down between her boobs. Greg reached down and squished her boobs together around it and she groaned. Her breasts were just so sensitive! He thrust forward slowly and she could feel the flesh of his shaft dragging against her tit flesh. She watched his cockhead emerge from between her breasts and push closer and closer to her face. It seemed to just be inches from her... If she wanted she could bend down and kiss it. She hadn't done that yet. He'd fucked her pussy, in half a dozen different positions, but that was all they'd done last night. Curious, she was about to lean her head down and do it when his cock suddenly pulled back, vanishing between her cleavage. "MMMhhh, that's good, but a little rough," Greg said. Matt laughed. "Got any lube?" Greg grinned and leaned over to the nightstand beside the bed. He pulled open the drawer and took out a bottle. "Is that your masturbation lotion? Gross," Matt said reflexively, realizing what it was. "You literally have my cock between your tits right now, and you think the thought of me masturbating is gross?" Greg said and popped the bottle open, drizzling it down onto his cock and Matt's tits. Matt gasped as the cold clear oil hit her skin. "Touche," Matt replied and reached her hands up, rubbing the lotion over her boobs and Greg's cock. She tried to push them together around Greg's cock, but they kept sliding out of her grasp. "They're so slippery now!" Matt said, marveling at the sensation of running her hand over oiled boobs. "That's the point," Greg said and started thrusting. Matt lay there watching the cock poke in and out of her breasts. It didn't feel bad, but compared to her pussy this was just a tease. She could feel his cock slide back and forth, almost poking up to her mouth, and she kind of wished there was more. She glanced up at Greg and felt a weird satisfaction all of the sudden. His eyes were closed and he had a look of rapturous glee on his face. Somehow knowing he was enjoying it made her like it more. Still her mind started to drift. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was a girl now. How was she going to- "NNNGGHH! AH!" she gasped suddenly as Greg reached back and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Her focus returned to sex immediately as he began to finger fuck her as he titty fucked her. "Didn't want to leave you out in the cold," Matt said, slowing his thrusts, struggling to do two things at a time. "Oh god! Shit! Where did you- MMMNGHH!" Matt moaned as Greg's fingers worked in her. It was like getting fucked with his cock, but different. His fingers weren't as big and the texture was different, but they were so much more... nimble than a cock! "In college I dated a chick who wanted to wait until marriage, but didn't think mouth and hand stuff was taboo. She was actually pretty kinky and eventually gave up on the no sex thing, but before she did I got a lot of practice with my fingers," Greg said, the thrusting on Matt's chest almost slowing to a crawl. "I- oh god!" Matt moaned as Greg hit a particularly sensitive spot. As if responding to her cry he hit it again. And again. Faster and faster. "Oh shit oh shit!" Matt repeated, bucking her hips against Greg's hand. It was so fast! The pleasure was building up out of no where! "Oh shit, I'm gonna- NNNGGGHHHhhAA!" Matt groaned loudly as she came. Her body spasmed and she knew if it weren't for Matt sitting on top of her,she'd have arched her back. Her hands squeezed down on her tits hard, pressing tightly on Matt's slowly thrusting cock. She laid there in a daze and felt Greg's fingers slip out of her pussy. She felt his hands come up and grab her breasts, pushing hers aside and he started to thrust more rapidly. His thumbs played with her nipples and she just laid there stunned as her pussy continued to spasm with pleasure in the afterglow of her orgasm. The whole bed creaked and groaned as Greg thrust, and it was like the whole world was shaking to the power of his lust. Matt's eyes rolled and she looked up, Greg's face now a mask of furious focus. "NNNgggh- yeah!" Greg groaned and suddenly let go of her tits. His cock pulled back and he pumped it frantically a few times with his hand. "Nn-yeah!" he grunted loudly and arched his back. "HH-ah!" Matt gasped, still in a fog as she watched and felt his hot sticky load spray all over her round, oily, tits. She just laid there as Greg pumped his cock, emptying a pretty sizable load of white goo onto her. Then he slumped over and collapsed into be next to her, causing the bed to creak loudly again. He was breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling, a smile on his face. Matt craned her head up and stared down at her cum spattered boobs. Somehow it made the afterglow of her earlier orgasm even better. She felt... well she couldn't put a word to it. Enjoyed? She'd been enjoyed. She'd made someone else feel good and they'd made her feel good. Now she stared at those tits and wondered. How many times had Matt masturbated to tits like those? How many times had he seen porn where tits like those were covered in cum and he wished he could do that? Well, in a sense, no he had. Or she had. She reached up and cupped her boobs again. She rubbed them, getting a little of the cum onto her fingers. She tapped her thumb and forefinger together, feeling its stickiness and viscosity. "I'm sorry, I guess I should have asked," Greg huffed as he watched Matt's curious expression as she played with the cum on her chest. "I think you promised me breakfast," Matt said and stood up. "I'm gonna go take a shower." "Right!" Greg said and jumped to his feet. --- "Mmm that's so good..." Matt moaned. "You like that?" Greg asked with a smirk. "I do! I just want more!" Matt groaned. "Really? You want me to give it to you?" Greg replied. "Yes! Give it to me! Give me it all!" Matt shouted. "Ok," Greg said and scraped the rest of the hashbrowns onto Matt's place. Matt smiled and gobbled them up as Greg sat smiling at her. She was wearing nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of socks. She had come in while he was cooking and it had taken him a moment to realize what she was wearing. Her breasts were straining the shirt, stretching the buttons so much they looked like they might pop off. It was long enough to come down to her mid-thigh, but if she bent over... Greg felt like he'd stared for so long he worried he'd burn the potatoes. "MMMmm, you're such a good cook. You should really make me breakfast everyday!" Matt said, chomping down another forkful. "I'll make you a deal. Anytime you get me off in the morning I'll make you breakfast," Greg said and smiled. Matt cast him a sidelong glance and smirked. "If it turns out Wayne can't turn me back, you're going to regret making that deal." They both laughed, knowing they each meant nothing by what they'd said. Then an awkward silence filled the room. "I should go check on Wayne," Greg said and slid back from the table. "'Kay" Matt said and slipped another forkful of potatoes into her mouth. When Greg had gone Matt paused and looked down at her chest. She looked down at her giant chest and smiled, then reached up and gave them a good squeeze. Man they were awesome. She let go of her breasts and went back to eating, rubbing her thighs together as she thought about the past half day. Maybe she'd ask Greg for one more fuck before being turned back into a man. Greg returned to the room a short while later with his face ashen. "What's up?" Matt asked. "He's- he's not there," Greg said, "his bed is empty." "What?" Matt said and dropped her fork which crashed loudly to the floor. "His bed is empty, he's not there," Greg said. "But- if he's gone... I still have tits! How am I supposed to go back to normal?!" Matt shouted and jumped to her feet. "This- this might be your new normal..." Greg said quietly. Matt froze. "Oh my god. Oh my god! I'm gonna have tits and a pussy, FOREVER?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Matt said and started pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Her head was starting to spin as it hit her. She'd be a chick until the day she died. "I need to lay down," she said and stalked rapidly into the living room and fell onto the couch. She felt her boobs shake and weigh down on her chest as he lay there staring up at the ceiling. She was going to be a chick forever. Boobs and a pussy and everything. Periods and pregnancies and- oh shit, she hadn't used a condom last night! What if she was pregnant right now?! Her mind raced. They had pills for this sort of thing. She had to get to a pharmacy, right away! "Are- are you ok?" Greg asked from the doorway to the kitchen. "I need a morning after pill," Matt said coldly. "I- oh shit," Greg said and felt his face start to burn as he realized what that meant. In the heat of the moment it was so easy to forget the whole point of fucking was to make babies. "Oh shit," Greg repeated. "Yeah," Matt said and sat up. "And I'm going to need a new identity." "Oh shit," Greg said and plopped down on the couch beside her. "Yeah," Matt said and stared at the wall. They sat there in an awkward silence for awhile. Matt felt like Greg was staring at her and turned to look at him. He was. When they're eyes met he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her. "I'll help you," Greg said and kissed her again. "I'll take care of you." "Greg..." Matt said and pulled away. It was a nice idea, but she wasn't there yet. It was all still to fresh in her mind. Too new to really feel real. She should be crying after all, right? "Come on, I can do it," Greg said, "I know I don't make much now, but I can afford to cover your rent. I can get a part time job if we need more help. You're an incredible woman and my friend, I promise I'll help. It's weird, but maybe it's fate-" Greg was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Who the hell could that be?" Matt asked and glanced out the window. It was blindingly bright outside, the foot and a half of snow that had fallen over night was covering everything in it's white brilliance. The road wasn't even plowed yet. "I don't know," Greg said and got up. They both felt relieved for the distraction. Greg made his way to the door and found the coat closet open and Wayne's coat on the floor. He kicked it to one side and opened the door. "Oh, hi Greg," an attractive middle aged looking woman said leaning against a large bright red roll aboard suit case. The woman had on a heavy red coat hiding most of her shape. On her head was a wide brimmed red hat ontop of chestnut colored hair. She wore sunglasses to protect from the glaring white snow. It took Greg a minute to recognize her. "Carrie," Greg said, putting the name to the association. Wayne's mother. "Sorry, but can I come inside? It's cold out here and you wouldn't believe what I had to do to get here," Carrie said and Greg stepped aside so she could come in. She stepped inside and Greg shut the door. She started to take off the scarf she was wearing when her eyes went up and suddenly she saw the girl wearing only the guy's shirt and socks standing in the living room. "Oh. Hello," Carrie said awkwardly. She turned to Greg, who was standing there in silence looking at her. "Wayne never told me you got a girlfriend. Good for you," Carrie said and smiled as she pulled her coat off and stuffed it into the closet like she lived there. "Umm, Wayne-" Greg began and then stopped and looked over at Matt. Matt glanced back at him and stood there like a statue. Carrie looked back and forth and then her eyes went wide. She turned to the girl clad only in the overstretched shirt and socks. "Oh my... Wayne?" she asked. "Matt, actually," Matt said softly and blushed. "Oh," Carrie said and paused, looking about. "Maybe you would believe what I did to get here..." Her voice tailed off and she smiled, like it was some special private joke. "Wayne's vanished," Greg said, "after he somehow turned Matt into that," Greg pointed at Matt. "Because one of you said 'I wish' and then something, didn't you?" Carrie said and shook her head. "I was afraid something like that would happen." "You- you know?" Matt asked, the question far broader than he meant. "We've never really had a thorough introduction. I'm Carrie Nineveve Stanwick of Vertimalla. I'm a witch. Yes magic is real. Get the shock out of your system now if you haven't already," Carrie said quickly and then held her breath. Matt and Greg turned to look at each other, then back to Carrie. "OK," they both said at the same time. Carrie let out a sigh. "That was quicker than I expected, but then I guess you've had the evening to get used to the idea." "So Wayne's a witch? Or wizard or something?" Greg asked. "It's a little more complicated than that, but the right term is warlock," Carrie said and glanced around. "We need to find Wayne, I don't want to have to explain this twice." "He doesn't know?" Matt asked. "Nope. He doesn't even know I'm a witch or that magic is real. I was trying really hard to be here because his powers were due to come in-" "On his twenty fifth birthday," Greg said, putting the pieces together. "We put Wayne in his bed last night, but he's not there now." "Of course he isn't. We need to find his pencil case. You know, the nice little leather one he always carries around," Carrie said. "Why?" Matt asked. "I'll explain later, do you know where it is?" Carrie asked. "In his room somewhere probably," Greg said, "Come on." After an hour of fruitlessly checking every nook and cranny in Wayne's room they expanded their search, checking the living room, the kitchen, the supply closet, everywhere. "Maybe it's at the office," Matt suggested. She'd put on a pair of sweatpants she'd borrowed from Greg to make herself more decent. "No, you said he was here last night. I don't think he went far," Carrie said. "How?" Greg asked, getting tired of Carrie's vague answers. "Because he called me on the phone last night right before he found it. I'm guessing he was pretty out of it, and with all that snow it would be awfully impressive if he made it to the office from here." "Wait, he called you? Why don't you call him now?" Matt suggested. "It wouldn't work, he can't get calls where he is- although..." Carrie said and smiled, pulling her phone out and began dialing. "Although?" Greg asked. "I'm pretty sure he dropped his phone before he went there," Carrie said and put the phone up to her ear. "Great. Another dead end then if he dropped his phone," Greg said and rolled his eyes. A quiet chiming began and Carrie jumped to her feet and walked towards it. It was coming from under Wayne's coat by the coat closet. Carrie picked the coat up. There underneath it was Wayne's phone and the little rust colored leather pencil case. "He didn't go far after that," Carrie said and smiled. She bent down and picked up the pencil case. She looked at it for a moment and raised it up in front of herself and then paused. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then, with two fingers, she tapped it three times. The lid of the pencil case popped open on its own and there was a flurry of movement all of the sudden. It was like there was a grayish mist shooting out of the pencil case for a second, then a distorted human form for a fraction of a second. Then Wayne was standing there, blinking. He paused and looked around slowly. "What just happened?" Wayne asked, he turned and cocked his head to the side when he saw his mother. "Mom? What are you doing here?" She took a long breath, deep inhale, long slow exhale. "Honey, I think you're going to want to sit down for that answer." --- Wayne sat on the couch and blinked slowly. His mother sat next to him while Greg sat on the floor in the middle of the room and Matt sat in the sofa chair, her legs pulled up under her. "Makes sense," Matt said and nodded. "It does not make sense!" Wayne snarled. "Honey, try not to get upset," Carrie said. "How could you keep all these secrets from me!? About my father?! About yourself! About the whole fucking universe?! MAGIC?!" Wayne shouted and jumped to his feet. "I wanted you to grow up without it, without knowing about it, like I did. I thought it would give you a better perspective," Carrie said slowly. "Oh, so you figured, 'I'll just wait until his MAGIC FUCKING POWERS TURN ON, then I'll tell him about them.' A bit of a heads up would have been nice! Just a quick, 'oh hey, you're twenty four now. Oh by the way, I'm a witch and your father was a genie and when you turn 25 be careful because you're going to have MAGIC FUCKING POWERS!'" Wayne screamed. The room was silent for awhile and Carrie looked down. "I'm sorry," she said and looked like she was about to cry. "It's not like there's a manual for this sort of thing." Wayne rolled his eyes and sighed through gritted teeth. "Mom-" he said and paused. He looked at her and took a breath then sighed again. "So what happens now?" he said calmly. "I can explain to you the rules of how this works," Carrie said and Wayne nodded. "As a warlock your magic isn't quite as self directed as a witch, nor is it as directed by the will of others as a genie. You're going to have to learn better self control to keep from responding every time you hear someone say 'I wish'." At the sound of the words Wayne felt the hair on his arms and legs stand on end and his body tense up. He looked around, then down at his mother's concerned expression. "Yeah, I know you felt that. It's a lot worse when the person who said it is holding this," Carrie said and held up the pencil case. "My pencil case? Why?" Wayne asked. "It's a container you are bonded to. It is both source and store for your power. Basically it will fill you up with power, then when you've exhausted that, it will recharge. If your friend had been holding this when he made his wish last night, you probably wouldn't have blacked out after as the power would have come straight from the source. Once you're that completely drained the only way to recharge is to return to the case," Carrie said and handed it to Wayne. "It's my magic lamp?" Wayne asked. "The technical term is phylactery, but yeah," Carrie said. "Phylactery? Like for a lich?" Matt asked, literally pushing her glasses up her face as she did. "Lich?" Carrie asked and looked around. "A monster from a game, it's not important," Wayne said and turned the pencil case over in his hands. "So what am I supposed to do with my magic lamp? Hide it somewhere?" "Or carry it on your person at all times. I can't advise you there honey, it's up to you to find out what works best. Just know that if someone else gets their hands on it you're going to have an awfully hard time refusing them any wishes," Carrie said. "Great," Wayne said and rolled his eyes, then glanced at Greg and Matt. "Umm, you two aren't going to do anything stupid like try to make me make you king of the world or anything, are you?" "I'd be kind of grateful to get my dick back, but other than that no," Matt said. "Besides, you can't make them king of the world. Or give them a million dollars, or make someone fall in love, or bring anyone back from the dead or anything like that. Your powers have limits," Carrie said. "Like?" Wayne asked. "Well, aside from the ones I just mentioned, a big one is that you probably can't affect a change more than a dozen or so yards away from where you are standing," Carrie said. "I see," Wayne said and nodded slowly. "On top of that, you have the power to interpret their wish and twist it. This makes it a bit tricky to make an uncooperative genie grant your wishes the way you want. It's something you inadvertently did last night when your friend here wished to get his hands on a pair of boobs. You had to make the wish happen, but you couldn't just make a person out of thin air, so you fell back to the genie's hierarchy," Carrie said and paused to catch her breath before launching further into explanation. "You're going to kind of automatically grant wishes until you learn to control your powers better. Whenever you grant a wish on autopilot, so to say, you will first try and change anything other than you or the wish maker to grant the wish. If you can't, then next you will change the wish maker. If you can't do that, then you'll change yourself. Hence your Matt was the target of the wish last night, but if he'd been on the far side of the house Greg would have wound up with tits of his own. If Greg had made that wish and you were on the far side of the house alone, but you heard him, you would have been the one with tits." Greg and Wayne each looked down at themselves, imagining for an instant having tits like Matt had now. "This is all pretty complicated. How do you know all this about genies? Did my father tell you?" Wayne asked. Carrie frowned. "No, I read all about djinn in a book. I only knew your father for a short time... Anyways those are all just wishing rules. Trust me, it's a breeze compared to spell casting," Carrie said. "Right," Wayne said, putting aside for the moment more questions about his father, and focusing back on the data dump his mother was providing. "You can cast spells too. That's one of the things which makes warlock's so special. You still can't grant your own wishes, but once you get good at casting spells you might as well be able to. You're going to be far more powerful than any witch. Hell, for me to turn your friend there into a chick like that it would have taken me weeks of preparation, and even then I'd have to brew a potion to do it, slowly storing up magical energy in it until it was potent enough. And I'm a pretty accomplished witch, take my word for it," Carrie said and nodded. "Once you start getting a hang of this though, you'll be able to just dump power into these things, brewing potions in a snap or just wiggling your fingers and making your friends grow boobs." "Speaking of me being a chick, while having boobs and a pussy is fun and all, when can I go back to being a guy?" Matt asked. "Yeah, um, how do I do that?" Wayne asked. "Do I just wave my hands and think about it? Or click my heels together or something?" Carrie chuckled. "Oh, you're not ready to cast a spell like that yet. I suggest you do it with a wish. Why don't you hand Matt your pencil case and let her wish to be back to being a guy. Try not to think about it too much and just do what comes naturally, the wish is more likely to be granted correct that way." Wayne looked at Matt and their eyes met. Wayne paced over to her and slowly reached out with the hand that had the pencil case. "Dude, if you wish for something weird and become all evil, know that it might take me awhile to figure shit out but eventually I'll get you," Wayne said. "Dude. I won't," Matt said and reached out for the case, looking a little hurt. "So I just wish and make sure I phrase my wish right so it won't be interpreted wrong?" Matt asked Carrie. "That would probably be a wise precaution. Sorry Wayne, but you understand it's for safety, right?" "I get it," Wayne said, feeling at that moment a bit like a loaded gun. "Ok," Matt said and took a deep breath. "I wish my body transformed into the shape it was in yesterday morning." "Granted," Wayne said and had a confused expression on his face as he raised his hand and pointed at Matt. There was a poof and a flash of light and a puff of smoke and suddenly Matt was standing there in Greg's too tight short sleeve shirt and sweat pants, male again. "All right, well that was... What's everyone-" Matt said and paused as he looked down to where they were all staring. He had a massive hard on which wasn't being hid at all by the tight sweat pants. "Shit!" he said and crossed his hands over his erection. Greg started laughing. "I guess somebody had morning wood yesterday!" Wayne and Carrie started laughing too. Then Matt did and shook his head, after everything that had happened it wasn't like he was really any more embarrassed than before. But he did have the pencil case. He smirked as an idea came into his head. It was a simple enough idea. Revenge. "Wayne, would you be horribly upset if I made another wish?" Matt asked. They all stopped laughing. "I dunno Matt..." Wayne said with a worried expression on his face. "It's just for a laugh, I promise," Matt said, seeing the look of worry on everyone's faces. They were all staring at him. No, he realized, they weren't staring at him. They were staring at the case. "Ok, I don't like the way you all are looking at me right now. Here, take the stupid case," Matt said and tossed the case to Wayne. "See? I'm not evil, like I promised. Maybe I'll make that wish later when you're more comfortable with the idea." "I don't know how many wishes I'll be granting you two," Wayne said and turned the pencil case over in his hands. "Actually..." Carrie began and they all turned and looked at her. "You guys should make wishes around Wayne. It'll train him to resist fulfilling them, or at the very least, to get better at twisting them." "Really?" Matt said and smirked, remembering he didn't have to be holding the case. "I wish Greg's body would morph into his favorite porn star." Wayne felt a tug and his hair stand on end, but he didn't move. His hands didn't go up and he didn't speak on his own saying that word, Granted. He stared at Matt who had an upset expression on his face. "If Wayne's holding the case he can resist wishes a lot easier. Unfortunately I mean actually holding it, not being in your pocket or anything like that. Even if you have gloves on it won't count," Carrie said. "DUDE!" Greg shouted at Matt. "What, you made me into a chick, I thought it would be fair," Matt said and shrugged, disappointed. "Dude, I'm gonna-" Greg paused as he saw Wayne toss the case to his mother. "Gotta learn sometime," Wayne said. "I wish Greg's looked like his favorite porn star!" Matt said quickly, grinning from ear to ear. "Granted," Wayne said and pointed at Greg. There was a poof and a flash of light a puff of smoke. Where Greg had been standing was now a very short, very busty woman with very short black hair and a nose stud wearing Greg's much too large clothes. Wayne was panting for breath and slumped down and sat on the floor. His mother slid down off the couch and sat next to him and hugged him. Matt wasn't paying attention to that though, he was paying attention to the hotty he'd just made Greg into. "How Greg, you sure like 'em short. Are you even 4'10" now? Hmm, I wish you were in a micro bikini like you had me in yesterday." "G-granted," Wayne said and pointed at Greg. Another flash another poof and another puff of smoke. Greg's clothes had vanished and now she was wearing a silver bikini which was more string than cloth. Tiny triangles just barely covered Greg's nipples, offering little support for those massive breasts. A similarly tiny triangle just barely covered her new womanhood. "Not cool! I wish-" Greg began in a bubbly voice. "Please-" Wayne said, gasping for breath. "Please don't..." he said quietly. Greg scowled, which looked cute on her new little body and crossed her arms over her body. Matt laughed, then turned and looked at Wayne. Wayne was leaning heavily against his mom. He had bags under his eyes and was breathing heavily like he'd just run a marathon. "Oh shit. Sorry man." "Ok," Wayne said between breaths. "Practice." "You guys should take it slow with the wishes," Carrie said and cradled Wayne. "Could he- I mean, he doesn't look good. What would happen if we kept wishing? Would he... die?" Matt asked, suddenly feeling really bad. "No, but it would be pretty unpleasant. If he gets stretched too far he'd just snap back and get zipped back into the pencil case automatically," Carrie said and snapped the pencil case open and pointed it towards Wayne. He reached his hand out like he was going to grab a pencil. Instead as soon as he touched it it was like his entire body was being stretched and compressed and he was rapidly pulled inside. The case snapped shut again and it was just the three of them in the room. Carrie, Matt, and the short busty girl Greg now was. "He'll need at least a couple hours to recharge," Carrie said and stood up. She stretched and yawned. "I think I could use some rest too. It's been a long day." "But it's not even noon yet," Greg said in a sultry high pitched voice. "I didn't sleep. I spent all night traveling," Carrie said and walked over to her large bag and pulled out the handle. "Yeah, how did you travel here?" Matt asked, staring out the window at the still unplowed street. Carrie smirked. "You know those old stories about witches flying on broom sticks? And you know those stories about mothers having super strength when their child is in danger? Well it's not exactly easy magic, but I can imbue an object to fly with me riding it. Knowing Wayne was in trouble helped motivate me, I made the spell last hours longer than I ever had before," she said and tapped on her luggage. "You flew here on your luggage?" Matt asked. "Good night you two," Carrie said and smirked. The droning of the wheels on the floor faded into the distance until they heard the Wayne's door click shut. Matt and the now sexy Greg were left standing in the living room alone. "Well I think you owe me for yesterday," Matt said and stood up, walking over to Greg who had to crane his neck way up to look Matt in the eye. Matt wasn't even that tall, only 5'10". Greg swallowed loudly and Matt smiled as he saw her nipples begin to poke out of the little triangles covering them. "That's what I thought," Matt said and brought his hands up and grabbed Greg's boobs. Greg moaned and Matt felt his cock getting hard again. "Don't worry," Matt said, bending over to whisper into Greg's ear. "You'll love it." --- Wayne woke up in a dark space. It was strange. He was pressed up against something hard. He tried to feel around. The surface felt weird. Almost like... He suddenly remembered the previous day. Who he was. What he was. Where was he. He stretched out towards something. He didn't know how, but he knew it was an opening. It parted and a light began to fly in and suddenly the world was spinning. Wayne blinked and was laying on something soft. He looked up and saw his mother laying beside him with a shocked look on her face. He sat up and the bed he was on creaked and shook. He looked around. He was in his room. He was on his bed. His mother was curled up beside him. Resting on the bed between them was the little leather pencil case. "You got out," his mother said with a note of disbelief in her voice. "I- what?" Wayne asked. "You let yourself out of the case. I'm impressed," she said. "What do you mean? I could get trapped in there?" Wayne asked. "As a warlock, technically no, but I thought it might take you awhile to figure out how to do get out without someone calling you out." "I was in a dark place. The walls were hard, but not like stone. Softer. Kind of like-" "Leather. It was leather," his mother said and sat up. "You were inside the pencil case." "I was- what was I like shrunk or something?" Wayne said. "Functionally yes," his mother said. "So every time I wake up it's going to be like I'm in a cave?" "You can shape the inside of the case as you like, but any items physically inside of it will always have to be there, though they might be distorted. The rules of reality inside the case are a little more fluid," his mother said. "Like... if there was a pencil in there I'd have a giant pencil?" "Or maybe something more subtle. Maybe you'd have a chair that looked like it was made of a giant pencil all bent around." "I see," Wayne said, not really understanding. "So... now what?" "Well do you trust your friends? Like, really trust them?" his mom asked. "Yeah, they're good guys," Wayne said and his mother shook her head. "No, I mean, if you had to totally surrender yourself to their will, do you think they would abuse you?" she asked more clearly. "I- I don't know. What if I didn't?" Wayne asked. "Well then we'd both leave here right now, me with the case, you bent to my will," his mom said. "We'd go away some where isolated and I'd train you." "That doesn't sound very good either," Wayne said. "No offense mom." "None taken. I know this is weird and that's why I didn't just do that from the get go. I want this to be your choice." "But, I mean really, what happens now? I mean, do I just go on with my normal life? Press on through graduate school so I can get my PhD? That sounds kind of silly considering I'm a wish granting magic man. I mean, what am I supposed to do with my life now?" His mother laughed sweetly. "Oh honey, aren't you old enough to know no one can tell you that? You can do whatever you want. My personal advice is that you're going to live a long time, don't worry about the future too much." Wayne paused for a minute. "How long am I going to live?" Wayne said as the gears turned in his mind. "How old are you?" His mother smiled. "Oh honey, you always were very clever. Figuring out I'm older than I say I am so quickly... well I'm not that old. I was born in what was equivalent to the year 1828," she said. Wayne's jaw dropped. "Not that old!? You were born almost two hundred years ago!" "Shh, don't remind me. Talk about over the hill," she said and laughed. "So I'll live to be two hundred then? Or more?" Wayne asked. "Honey, you are practically immortal," she said quickly. Dropping that bomb on him caused the whole room to go silent and everything to be still. In the distance Wayne thought he heard a mattress squeaking gently. He suddenly remembered turning Greg into that short busty chick, then he remembered that first night, stumbling through the hall and seeing Greg's ass, a girl's legs wrapped around it as that as thrust in tune with louder squeaks. "Oh my god..." Wayne said. "Are Greg and Matt... are they fucking?" His mother blinked and then laughed softly. "Oh, you've been out for a few hours. I think this makes round four for them... but then I fell asleep for a few hours too, so it might be a much higher number than that." "But they're..." Wayne said and drifted off. "Having a good time. It's just sex. Trust me, if they weren't enjoying themselves they wouldn't be doing it so much." "But... it's so weird! The idea of the two of them having sex! Even if one of them is a chick now!" Wayne stammered. "Oh sweetie, you're going to have to get used to a lot weirder things than that from now on," his mother said and shook her head. "For example, open your closet." Wayne froze, then turned slowly and stared at his closet door. It was shut. He never shut it. "What-" "Just open it. If I tell you it'll ruin the surprise," his mother said. Wayne walked over and turned the knob. It clicked unimpressively. Then he pulled the door open. A gust of air came out at him and he paused. He pulled the door open all the way and felt warmth on his skin. He squinted his eyes it was so bright and lifted his hand to shield them. He blinked again. On the other side of his door was a bright blue sky full of fluffy white clouds... No it wasn't a sky and they weren't clouds. They just looked like it at a first glance. The white things were too stringy, and they weren't moving like clouds. They swirled in weird, almost conscious patterns. "What the-" "It's a portal. I put it in while you were sleeping. See the four old pennies nailed to the corners of the doorjam? They hold it open. Don't worry, it's only one way unless the person using it is you or they are physically connected to you somehow like holding your hand, or holding the hand of someone holding your hand." "I- where does it go?" Wayne asked. "Oh, once you get a hang of some basic magic you can make it go to any plane you want." "Plane?" Wayne asked. "Uhh, think like a different planet," his mother said. "Where's it go right now?" "