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Un-convention-al Magic "Wow! What a great cosplay!" I could not contain my amazement. It was not only the accuracy of the costume and the make up, how perfectly she fit the character's body shape and face, but also the fact that she had the courage (or audacity!) to cosplay that character to this convention in the first place! I felt my heart skip as she turned and glanced at me with just the perfect calculating little smile. I swore she had stepped right out of the anime. Or should I say, the hentai. "Really?" My girlfriend next to me gave me a dirty look. Discovering my girlfriend's hidden pervy side had been surprise but it had actually been my shyness that had prevented us from advancing our relationship to the bedroom. It was hardly an issue of attraction - my girlfriend was a 'catch' as my parents' generation would say. She had a slim figure and a nice chest topped with brown hair cut a bit above her shoulders, well suited for cosplaying a number of prominent anime heroines though we were taking a break from cosplaying this year. I actually worried that she was too good for me, and maybe that was part of what was holding me back. That I recognized a cosplay from Bible Black may have seemed like a betrayal to her. Having already misstepped there though, I figured I had nothing to lose for digging in deeper. I'd likely get an earful later no matter what. "May I get a picture?" I asked, ignoring my girlfriend's scoff. "Like what you see, honey?" The woman purred in perfectly husky tones. Her voice wasn't an exact match, but rather seemed to fall somewhere in between the ranges of the character's Japanese and English voice actresses. Reika Kitami struck a provocative pose, leaning forward with a slight bend at her tight waist to show off, not just her full bust packed into a short black strapless dress, but also the thick curves of her hips and butt, just barely visible among the folds of her lab coat. I was almost too busy staring to snap a photo. She giggled after I stammered my thanks and swayed closer, inserting herself between me and my girlfriend. She wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against her side. She did the same for my girlfriend. "I was beginning to worry that no one would recognize me, after all the work I went through to perfect this look," she bemoaned. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. "I'm glad I found someone who could appreciate the fruits of my labor." She turned to address my girlfriend, though I could still just make out her voice. "And I'm sure you also appreciate having a nice, cultured man who I can only imagine is wonderfully open and honest with you. I'm a little envious," she admitted. My girlfriend was not the only one to blush at the praise. The Kitami cosplayer let us go, taking a few swaying steps forward before turning to face us once more. She tucked a blonde bang behind one ear. "Have you eaten lunch yet?" She broke once more into that calculating smile. "I know a great place nearby. I'll treat you." ---- We stood before a cozy little cafe barely a block away from the convention center. Despite our initial reservations, I had decided to follow the Kitami cosplayer out of curiosity and the alluring prospect of a free meal, but only as long as we never left the safety of public channels. I exchanged glances with my girlfriend who, upon seeing the name of the cafe had suddenly become more receptive. "I never knew there was one of these here!" she squealed excitedly. "I've always wanted to get a latte art! And I hear the cakes are to die for!" The Kitami cosplayer chuckled. "During con times, they usually require reservations because they don't have a lot of space to accommodate a big con crowd. Fortunately, I was planning on coming here today anyway and planned ahead," she explained with a wink. I could see other cosplayers inside so it seemed safe enough. Plus my girlfriend seemed to have her heart set on it so in we went. The cafe interior was warm and welcoming. The hint of cinnamon in the air was relaxing and the plush booth seats were dangerously comfortable after spending all morning on my feet. There were even USB charging stations under the window which my girlfriend and I both took advantage of. Our waitress was a cute brunette girl who, when dressed in the cafe's frilly uniform, looked like she might have belonged in an anime cafe herself. She took our orders and even waited patiently as my girlfriend almost bit her tongue placing her latte order. The Kitami cosplayer watched both of us with mirthful eyes. As the waitress left to get our drinks, I realized that we did not know our gracious host's real name. "Normally, it would be polite to refer to me as 'Kitami sensei,' but since we're in a more casual setting, I think 'Reika' should be fine," she answered when I asked. She was impressively dedicated, maintaining character this far. We had met cosplayers like this though, so my girlfriend seemed to accept the explanation. Our latte's arrived and my girlfriend was positively giddy to watch the waitress skillfully poke and swirl at the froth until it became the immaculate visage of one hell of a butler. In response, Reika asked for a particular young master in a frilly dress. I requested a 'masked princess king from the future' for myself and was pleasantly surprised that the waitress recognized the reference. Our food arrived shortly after, and the panini I ordered was far better than the con food I had been prepared to subsist on previously. A round of decadent cakes later, and Reika was true to her word, sending the waitress to her PoS with just her credit card. I tried to see the name on the card, but never got a clear enough angle to read it. I think Reika noticed me trying though, as she gave me that little smile as the waitress left. Before it returned though, Reika excused herself to the restroom. From my seat, I watched her disappear into the lady's room. I found myself a little disappointed. Throughout keeping her company, there had been a little itch in the back of my head that had lead me to expect her to go into the men's room. The most notorious character from Black Bible, black magic had made Reika Kitami a futanari, a shemale, and she used her hidable cock and her magic to rape numerous female students at the school where she acted as nurse. Given her commitment to her role, it would have been amazing if she had been a crossplayer and were able to represent ALL of Reika's important qualities. When I thought about it more though, I supposed a dildo might do for a female cosplayer. Plus, achieving those heavenly curves, both up top and down below on a guy would have to have been the work of magic in the first place. The idea that she had been walking around and sitting with them this whole time with a dildo tightly tucked inside her pussy was arousing but as I was considering excusing myself to the restroom, my girlfriend beat me to it. "Sorry, a little too much caffeine," she explained, grabbing her purse and getting up before I could and practically running to the bathroom. I glanced around nervously, but none of the other patrons seemed to have noticed. Not wanting to leave the table completely unattended with our phones still sitting there charging, I was left to hold the fort, with my own thoughts of hentai making me awkwardly push down my boner under the table. A few minutes later, with my earlier company still mired in the restroom, the waitress returned with the paid bill awaiting a signature. The black check presenter sat on the table taunting me for less than a minute before I caved to temptation and opened it. Alex Smith. There was no photo. I glanced back at the bathroom, from whence the rest of my party still had not returned. "Alex" was inconclusive. It could be short for Alexandra or Alexis as easily as it could be Alexander. I felt the tent in my pants brush against the bottom of the table. I'd gone from arousal boner to holding-it-in boner and was going to need to use the restroom soon to take care of one if not the other. With a sigh, I grabbed mine and my girlfriend's phones and stuff them both in my pocket before sliding out of the booth seat. If I leave my jacket that'll be enough of an indication that we're coming back, right? I just had to hope. I was about to push open the men's room when my ears picked up a sound from the opposite door. I froze and listened closely, not wanting to breath. Then, I heard it again. "Aahnn!" A moan just barely carried through the door, but it was enough for me to\ recognize my girlfriend's voice. Over my shoulder, I looked around the restaurant. No one was looking my way, so before I could overthink things any further, I turned and burst into the women's room. My girlfriend bent over one of the large sinks and clung to it as Reika plunged the phallus sticking out from under the hem of her dress deep into my girlfriend's pussy. The lab coat lay abandoned on the floor along side my girlfriend's purse and my girlfriend's pants had been pulled down just far enough to allow Reika access to her privates. Reika looked up at my entrance, but the thrusting of her hips never slowed. She grinned. "Are you alarmed, or did you perhaps expect this?" She noticed my erection, still straining in my pants. "Did you want it, even?" She shook her head solemnly, her calm voice contrasting starkly with the rough passion evoked by the movements of the rest of her body. The bouncing of her chest straining against the fabric of her dress was hypnotizing. "You could not have predicted this, but if you had wanted it for yourself, perhaps you should not have been so eager to guard her chastity... Or maybe she was holding you back instead?" She mused. Was she still playing the role? What was real here? Could I possibly be enjoying this spectacle, the sight of a supposed shemale banging my girl in front of me? Fucking her before I had even ever done the deed myself. I should have been angry, but something about the scene distracted me. Instead, I only felt aroused. "What a wonderful young body she has. I wonder how you would feel if I became your girlfriend instead," she continued teasing him, the glint in her eyes almost made it seem like she meant it. If she was acting, it was a hell of a show. Before I was able to collect myself though, my girlfriend let out another cry and I watched as Reika's back arched. With a soft grunt, she ground her crotch against my girlfriend's butt, in what I could only surmise was a fantastic orgasm. Reika let out a satisfied sigh and pulled out. Without any rear support, my girlfriend's hips gave out and she fell off the sink and collapsed in a pile. Something about how she was laying seemed odd, but I was having difficulty focusing on anything but the voluptuous figure in front of me. "Now, now, don't make such a fuss, I'll take care of you, as well, so let's not draw unnecessary attention, okay?" I looked back at Reika. She stood confidently, one hand on her hip, with a look of a predator observing potential prey. The base of her penis was shrouded in shadow and I could not see any testicles no matter how hard I looked. "Oh? Interested in this?" She noticed. "I suppose if I don't ruin the magic I risk giving you the wrong idea, though," she sighed. Reika lifted her dress up further over her hips and I saw it. Straps, previously hidden under her dress, wrapped around high on her hips while one slipped between her legs and cheeks to hold the large strapon in place. Knowing what it was, I could see the signs, painted veins and the unreasonable size of it almost made me feel foolish to think it was real. The base part cupped her crotch closely and hid any view of her pussy. "Relieved? or perhaps disappointed?" Reika teased. "Why don't we pretend a little more though." She lowered the dress and became a shemale once more. As she sauntered closer, I was entranced by the swinging of her cock. It was still slick with my girlfriend's fluids. "I don't usually play with men, but for a fan, I think I can make an exception," she claimed, but I barely heard her. Before I realized, she was wrapping her arms around my neck and I leaned in to kiss her. I felt her huge rack press against my chest and her huge dick nuzzle against mine. When our lips parted, she stared hungrily into my eyes. Suddenly, I felt her hand on the front of my trousers. She stroked the engorged tool through the fabric, up and down slowly. On the final pass she took hold of my fly and brought it down with her. She reached inside, threading through my boxers to gently grab my member, and then dragged it out into the open. I nearly came on her there, but I managed to hold out. I think she noticed. "Good boy," she cooed in my ear. "You're not allowed to cum until Sensei tells you to." She continued to stroke my cock for a few moments later before taking to her knees. I clenched tightly at the feeling of her hot breath on my dick to repress my orgasm once more. Then her lips enclosed me. Her soft lips and tactile tongue were equal parts euphoric and torturous as it took all my will power to resist blowing my load. My girlfriend and I had been too busy with con preparations the last few days to relieve any sexual urges and I was quite pent up. I felt myself nearing my limit, but Reika had not given her permission yet. "S-...Sensei... I can't..." I gasped. Reika drew back and grabbed my cock by the base with a surprisingly harsh grip. "Beg for me. Beg me to let you cum." I was incapable of rational thought, the pressure in my crotch bordered on painful. "Please, sensei. Please allow me to cum!" "Where do you want to cum?" "Ah... ugh... I..." I glanced down at her, her face clearly enjoying this, and her breasts obscuring any view of the rest of her front. "I want to cum on you tits..." I replied weakly. "Very well. It is a nurse's job to take care of her students after all," Reika nods and carefully slips her boobs from the top of her dress. I saw no sign of a bra in between the black fabric and her bare chest, but the undulations of her maternal bounty forbade any further thought. "You may cum on Sensei's breasts," she instructed, rising to wrap my member in her fertile valley. Their warm and soft embrace needed little friction to push me into orgasm, and the semen I saved up for my girlfriend came bursting out all over Reika's face and bosom. When I finally finished, my tightly clenched knees gave out in protest, depositing me on the floor. Reika caught me and helped me settle before rising back to her feet herself. Suddenly, I was face to face with her monster. "Now then..." was all she said, stepping closer till its tip brushed against my face. I saw her lick a bit of my jizz from her cheek through the painted gap in her cleavage. I knew what she wanted. It was fair after what she had done for me. But could I fit all of her toy in me? Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and she piloted her tool between my lips. It was warm and sticky with what I could only assume were my girlfriend's fluids. Its head was inside but it felt like my jaw was going to unhinge trying to get the thicker girth in further, but Reika kept pushing with her hips and soon only the smooth synthetic material at the base of the strapon separated my nose from her flesh. I could barely draw breath. "Mhmm..." she hummed, seemingly pleased. "Not bad at all. I didn't think you'd be able to take all of me. Let's see if you can handle this." She started moving her hips and the feeling of the thick dildo violating my throat slowly changed from gross and painful to weirdly zen and pleasurable. She took my head in one hand while the other massaged one breast. I could hear her breathing pick up and every now and then, a little moan escaped her until finally she gasped and pushed even further in than she had gone before. I choked my gag reflex finally kicking in but Reika did not relent until she had finished her own orgasm. She pulled out of my throat and mouth leaving me to flounder forward coughing on my hands and knees. My mouth tasted something somewhere between salty and bitter, probably from sucking on the synthetic dildo. I was exhausted, but felt a satisfying fullness. I did not think I had eaten that much, but my full stomach made a nap sound fantastic. ---- I was shaken awake by my girlfriend to find ourselves in what looked like a small locker room. My head felt a bit fuzzy and my stomach sloshed a bit, but I otherwise seemed to be okay. "I'm alright, too," my girlfriend assured me. She was already redressed as if she had not just had lesbian sex with our new acquaintance just before passing out. Speaking of which... "Where's Reika? And where are we?" I asked, but my girlfriend shook her head ruefully. "I remember... doing things... in the bathroom but then..." I felt my face heat at the thought of what had happened, and I turned to face my girlfriend only to find her blushing just as furiously. We'd always been an open minded couple, but I had not realized we were that open. A thought occurred to me, and I asked apprehensively. "She didn't... force herself on you, did she?" My girlfriend gasped and shook her head. She looked away but admitted to consenting. "When I went in after her, she was peeing standing up. I gasped, and she turned showing me her toy. She said it was convenient for that in addition to being part of her cosplay. I was entranced when I saw it. Going to those lengths to be accurate to her character was incredible and that huge thing it turned me on." She felt guilty, I realized. Even though it was my fault. I had been withholding selfishly so I was to blame if anyone was at fault. She had already proven willing, eager even to take our relationship to the next level, but I chickened out. In my head, I secretly thanked the Reika Kitami cosplayer for finally giving me the push I needed. "It's okay, I understand. I felt that way, too. She was really incredible," I assured her. I paused and took a breath "But I think you're pretty incredible, too. I'm sorry it took some outside help for me to find my resolve, but I think I am ready to take the next step. Tonight. If you'll still have-" I was cut off as she kissed me. A deep passionate kiss that I took as a positive answer. I felt her tongue begin to explore my mouth with an assertiveness that she had never shown before. I wondered what I was in for this evening. One of the two doors in the changing room opened suddenly, admitting our waitress from before. The cute brunette gave a start at the scene. "Oh! Uh... good you're awake," she avoided eye contact awkwardly. "Your friend says she found you knocked out in the lady's room and asked if we would let you rest here till you woke up. I'm not sure what put you out or what you," she looked at me, "were doing in the lady's room, but your friend did not seem concerned. It still worried me though. Ahem, oh, she wanted me to tell you when you woke that she's sorry for ditching you but she runs a table in the exhibitor's hall and couldn't wait around any longer." That explained why she bailed I guess. "Your meal was paid for already so you're free to go. I don't mean to be rude in kicking you out, but we'll have girls changing in here in a little bit with the next shift change, so if you could..." I could tell she was trying her best to be firm but polite. "It's alright, we understand," I placated her, letting go of my girlfriend. "Let's go, babe." My girlfriend nodded and collected her purse. I found my jacket nearby as well and we thanked the staff for their courtesy before seeing ourselves out. ---- Back at the hotel, I waited nervously on the edge of our shared king sized bed while my girlfriend finished her 'preparations' in the bathroom. It was a little chilly in just my boxers with what felt like all the blood in me rushing to my member. After what seemed like an eternity, she emerged from the bathroom. Her face was flush, with just a towel wrapped around her torso. Otherwise she wore only a small smile, but her eyes shone with a hunger that reminded me of Reika earlier. Were all women like this when they were in heat? The towel fell to the floor and I admired her form as she sauntered closer. She had shaved her pubic hair into a neat little patch, putting my own bush down below to shame. We said all we had wanted to say already, so without words, she laid me down on the bed on my back and eagerly climbed on top. I offered no resistance to her as she stroked my tented boxers through their fabric at first, then reached inside and pulled out my dick. She admired it briefly, her soft touch teasing up and down its length, before passing it between her lips. Her mouth was warm, hot even, and the memory of receiving my first blowjob from Reika earlier rippled through my memory, but I pushed it down. This was my girlfriend, not Reika, and I should focus on her. My cock felt cool again. She had stopped fellating me to change positions. I watched in awe as her svelte form crawled up my body till she straddled my face and I found myself staring down her womanhood. I knew what to do here. After sucking off Reika earlier this should be easy. I found my conviction remembering Reika again and let my tongue brush against her folds. I heard her moan softly and it helped me grow bolder. My tongue penetrated her sex and I felt her contract reflexively against my intrusion, squeezing my tongue. I tasted a bit of that same salty sour from before. Maybe it was the taste of a woman rather than just the dildo. Deciding that she had had enough, my girlfriend drew back from my face, giving my weary tongue a break. We had each had our turn so now, it was time for us to feel good together. She sidled back down to my hips where she made a little show about lowering herself onto my hard shaft. I watched in awe as she accepted it, little by little, until our crotches kissed, and I felt the heat of her encasing me entirely. Then she began to move. Her insides convulsed around me stimulating me as I knew I was stimulating her. Every moment she pulled up, leaving my cock bereft of her flesh was a moment I longed to be reunited with her, and every time she answered my longing by falling once more, sacrificing her femininity to be pierced by my rod over and over. The pressure of orgasm rose in my lower body quickly and it was not until I was about to cum that I realized we had forgotten protection. "Ah..." I breathed heavily. "I'm cumming..." It was meant as a warning, but she just leaned in, and kissed me, silencing me with her tongue. I could feel her breasts mush against my chest, their softness interrupted only by her erect nipples. Thus, with my protests quenched, I came. I felt my seed pump through my dick and pour out into my girlfriend's vagina. My orgasm lasted almost as long as it had between Reika's breasts, but this consummation felt so much better. My girlfriend relieved my lips of duty to rest, panting on my chest, our connection maintained as we basked in the afterglow. When we finally parted, I was spent. I would not be pitching a second round this evening, but my girlfriend had other ideas. She climbed off the bed and returned to the bathroom, probably to empty herself. She returned shortly with a surprise. "I did not say anything earlier because I wanted to surprise you, but it seems Reika gave me a little gift before she left." I instantly recognized the thick, flesh-colored strapon. After it had been that deep inside my mouth, how could I forget it. My girlfriend looked great, but she did not quite match Reika's proportions and the over sized dildo looked almost comically big, attached to her hips. Not that I was laughing. She seemed to have taken me finally giving consent as permission to go wild, and though I was nervous as I watched her lube it up, I could not muster the conviction to deny her what she had been waiting for. She climbed back onto the bed, her tool flecked lube off with each swing. She lifted my legs and pelvis to give her easier access, and I felt the dildo's bulbous head nuzzle wetly against my anus. I thought I saw a familiar lusty sneer on my girlfriend's face, but the thought was lost in the moment as my vision blurred in response to the feeling of being sodomized. As big as the toy had looked, it felt even bigger, spreading my ass and threatening to turn me inside out. I wanted to scream but I could not even muster the coordination to fill my lungs. If this was my punishment for letting someone else take her virginity, I would bear it. I don't know how long my girlfriend pegged me with the strapon, but eventually, she gave her own orgasmic cry. I felt a warmth spreading in my ass that lingered after she pulled out, and I could only assume it was my body finally getting used to the foreign object. After the rush, she pulled her toy out and flopped down on top of me, similar to how we rested after she rode me. I felt her rise to kiss me gently. "Good work, my dear Minase." ---- The girlfriend adjusted her face in the bathroom. The boy had fallen asleep between all the sex that day. She felt pretty tired as well, but she wanted to freshen up a bit before she let herself fall asleep in his arms. She looked into her blue eyes admiringly. She was quite pretty. Her hand touched her cheek gently, then moved south. Down her neck to her breasts. They were pert C's. Good shape and firmness. She pinched a nipple and gasped as an electric sensation shot through her in response. Good sensitivity. She moved on. Her waist could be smaller, but she was a real person, rather than a fictional cosplay. It was difficult to compare with fictional characters, especially pornographic creations. It would do. Her hand brushed against the straps still secured around her lovely hips. "Oh, don't need this anymore tonight," she spoke quietly to herself, tweaking the long synthetic shaft that protruded from her crotch. A milky white fluid beaded up at the tip, a remnant from earlier. Patiently, she undid the straps till they hung from the base of the strapon, that still somehow stuck to her crotch. She giggled. "My, the other end must be quite deep inside to be hanging on without the straps, right?" she asked her reflection. She stroked the dildo a few times and moaned softly. "Mhmm... well that does certainly feel good, but..." She pinched the tip and grabbed the base and pulled. Carefully, she worked her favorite hollow dildo up and off of her real shaft. She set aside the toy in a sink to clean later. Despite having just cum in her boyfriend's ass, the girl's member grew hard quickly, aroused simply by the sight of her shemale form in the mirror. She could not help taking it in her soft hands and rubbing it like she had her boyfriends, and watching in the mirror as her reflection showed her face contort in pleasure. The feeling of her fingers around her cock while her shaft rubbed against the folds of her pussy at the same time was exquisite, the union of male and female pleasure in a single body. She had had to fake her female orgasms since discovering this transcendental pleasure. "Oh darling, you seemed so happy to suck Kitami Sensei's cock, won't you please do it for me, too?" she fantasized about the things she would do to her boyfriend now that he had gotten past his inhibitions. She tore herself away from her reflection to climb into the bathtub, never ceasing her masturbation. She was close. She lay curled in the bottom of the tub and imagining putting her tool in her boyfriend's ass, no condom or dildo disguise, just a blindfold and a clever lie between her and his rectal flesh. It would be easy; he would do anything his darling girlfriend asked because she had deigned to pick him when she could have gotten someone so much more. He would clench tight because he knew that that was what she loved and it would feel amazing emptying her load into his insides. With that image in her mind, she came. Her semen shot from the tip of her cock and rained down upon her own form. It was okay, she was going to bath next anyway. Her jizz splattered over her breasts and she massaged them to spread it around. Some landed on her face and she lapped up what she could reach with her tongue. Hers tasted different from her boyfriend's but both were good. Her stream finally subsided leaving her a panting mess in the bath tub. Her orgasm finished, it was time to clean up for real. She reached inside her mouth and grabbed her upper teeth and pulled down. Her face seemed to stretch a bit. She did the same for her lower jaw. Finally, she pulled her tongue and withdrew her real tongue from inside of it. Desynchronized, the girl plied open her jaw and it stretched inhumanly, and parts of her head distorted along with it. As her mouth widened, it became more apparent that something was rising from where her throat should have been. A head of short black hair suddenly became recognizable, and shortly there after, the black hair's owner had freed his head of the girlfriend's skin. The boy was a few years older than the couple, but the age difference did not bother him. He pinched the tips of her fingers on one hand and pulled, much like the hollow strapon before, they gave way, losing their form as the boy withdrew his hand which had provided the girl her internal structure, modified by her unique characteristics of course. As he wormed his way further out, the penis sticking out from between the girl's labia withdrew with him. The boy thought it a pain to have to put on and take off the skin via the unhinged jaw, but no other skinsuit spell he had found produced a disguise as fail safe. She had no zipper or seams to worry about hiding, and her mouth only stretched unnaturally when its jaws were not anchored in his own. Plus he would not have to take it off or on very often in the future. But it still made him miss the ease of getting in and out of his Reika Kitami skinsuit. After some tribulation, the boy hung the girlfriend's skinsuit from a shower bar in the bathtub and turned on the water. He savored the feeling of the hot water on his own skin as it would be the last time for a while. He thoroughly washed the skinsuit as well, ensuring that the water flow carried the remains of his semen down the drain. He praised his own ingenuity for tuning his spell to make the insides of the skin waterproof, drastically cutting down the dry time. If he had been forced to blow dry the inside of the suit, he might have been at it for hours and that would have certainly drawn the boyfriend's attention. His body and his skinsuit both washed and dried, he reversed the process, stretching her mouth wide so that he could step inside. It was as arduous a process as taking her off, but eventually, her teeth snapped shut with a clack and she blinked with false life behind her pretty blue eyes. Her sex remained female, but who knew when her favorite strapon dildo might come out and play. She giggled in her high pitched voice. "My Minase... You'll always know just how to treat a girl right. I'll make sure of it."