THE ALL GIRLS MAGIC CLUB by Throne

THE ALL GIRLS MAGIC CLUB

by Throne

When I was growing up, my rather plain looking sister Beth and her equally ordinary friends, Mary and Sue, came up with this stupid idea for a group. They called it the All Girls Magic Club. I thought that was completely stupid and made fun of it every chance I got. They had short sticks they found in the nearby woods that were supposed to be magic wands. And ordinary looking rocks that they claimed could collect and store mystical energy. Perhaps the worst of all was a bleached animal skull that they insisted could project those energies and work actual magic.

Eventually I got a job in another city and didn't see them for several years. When I relocated back to my old home town, for a new position, I was 21 and they were all 18. Beth invited me to her rented house, a three-bedroom one that she shared with the other two girls. I was surprised to see that all of them had blossomed into very cute young women. When I complimented them they claimed that they had altered their appearances through transformative magic.

"The way it happened," Beth told me with a straight face, "was that we believed so firmly that we could gain powers, that it opened a door into the dimension of real magic. Before long our instruments began to actually work. At first it was only in small ways but since then they've gotten stronger and stronger, Johnny."

I shook my head and told her, "It was nonsense when we were kids and it's nonsense now. I suppose you still have your -- " I held up my hands and waggled my fingers like a cartoon wizard. " -- magic wands and power rocks and that squirrel skull or whatever it was."

"We do," she said very seriously. "And would be happy to give you a demonstration of our abilities."

As silly as that sounded, I laughed right in her face. "Sure. Go all Harry Spotter on me. Or Harriet Spotter. Turn me into a rabbit and make me come out of a hat."

Mary and Sue had been attracted by the sounds of our voices and entered the room. Mary said, "I heard you, Johnny. But you have to understand that we're not far enough along to transform you into a small furry animal."

Sue added, "And we definitely don't do stage magic."

Beth picked up the thread with, "But since you're willing to test us, I'm sure my friends would be happy to go and get what we need."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Okay, Beth the Magnificent, or whatever you call yourself. Bring it on."

She told me, "I don't use a name like a performer." To her friends she said, "I think you know what's required, if you could please go get it."

Sue glared at me, "We'll be happy to bring you the 'props'."

Mary added, "The linking hoops and a trick deck of cards."

Still taunting them, I said, "And then you can pull quarters out of my ear. I could use some loose change for the vending machines at work."

The two quietly fuming girls left the room. I told Beth, "You should have outgrown your All Magic Girls' Club long ago. Time to grow up. Marry a nice guy and forget all that claptrap."

"It's the All Girls Magic Club," she corrected. "And I will eventually marry, but not until I find a magic user to wed."

"Oh-kay," I said with a theatrical sigh. "Do your mumbo-jumbo to me and then, when it doesn't work, maybe you three will come to your senses."

Mary and Sue reappeared. They had three rocks, some wand-sticks, and instead of the skull, a braided leather band. The three of them gripped the band simultaneously and closed their eyes for a few moments. While they couldn't see me, I openly ogled how ripe Mary and Sue had become. Then Beth handed me the leather.

I snapped it in the air and said, "Down, you hungry beasts," as if trying to control some performing animals.

My sister sent a baleful look my way. She instructed me to grip the band at either end. Each of the girls held a rock in one hand and raised a stick in the other. I tried not to snicker.

Beth began, chanting quietly, "With the powers here gathered over many a day and week..."

Mary took up what I supposed was their incantation, "... directed though our wands, by the words we now speak..."

Sue carried on with, "... and passing into the leather that our hands did weave..."

"... transform the holder..." Beth intoned solemnly. "... who does not believe."

Nothing happened. No light or sound filled the air around me. There wasn't even a chill to run up my spine.

I said, "Can I give you back this... um... craft project?"

Beth held out her hand and I laid the band across her palm. As a joke I said, "By the nothing that happened, now and here, make this magical claptrap..." I paused for effect. "... all disappear."

She harrumphed at me and turned away. The others took away their abracadabra toys and didn't return.

"So," I said to Beth, "because your goofy game didn't have any effect on me, could you please stop your childishness?"

"It didn't work yet," she said, still acting like this was a medical consultation and she was the doctor. "Give it time."

"Oh, that's a handy excuse. I suppose I'll have to wait a few years for results."

Visibly relaxing and even giving me a sly smile, she said, "Oh no. It should have taken effect by morning."

"Okay, Sis. And in the meantime I won't drive or operate heavy machinery. The usual precautions." I chuckled. "Hey, I'll be around now that I'm working nearby. We can finish talking about your voodoo club next time."

"That should be an interesting conversation," she said with amused anticipation.

"Maybe after the weekend. I don't start work until Monday."

I left and went to my new apartment. Got some more of my belongings unpacked and put away. Hung a sports poster and one from a favorite action movie. Made sure I had condoms on hand in case I brought someone back there after one of my practiced

bar pick-ups. Then I had a beer, checked the latest sports news on TV, and watched that reality show with all the desperate young girls competing to hook up with one guy. Maybe I would volunteer to appear there. They'd be lucky to feature me. I went to bed and slept like a newborn.

When I woke up it was a different story. I turned onto my side and my body felt odd. Heavier in some places, weight distributed differently. I figured I was simply tangled in my covers and yanked them off. That was when I got a terrible shock. I had gone to sleep in just a T-shirt and boxer shorts. In the dim light filtering through the window shades, I saw that my chest was strangely swollen. Slowly I brought my hands up to touch the effected area. Riding on the front of my ribcage were two spongy mounds. They were almost like... tits. No, they were exactly like tits. Big ones. I pulled up the front of my shirt and they bounced free, tipped with pink halos and puffy buds. I gingerly touched one nipple and it tingled, sending sexual signals down to my crotch. And what about that area between my legs? Had that also experienced... changes? Afraid of what my fingers might encounter, I cautiously slipped one hand under the elastic waist of my shorts. There was still something where I had last seen my cock, but it was small -- smaller -- smallest, just a mere nubbin, not even as big as the knob had been before.

Slipping out of bed, I went to the bathroom. My heavy boobs bounced until I pulled the shirt back over them. Even after that they wobbled with every step. And my stride was different, altered by a wider pelvis. OMG, my hips were broad and round.

Fearing the worst, I reached back to pat a shapely protruding pair of ass cheeks. Nearly swooning, I stripped down completely. The previous residents had left a long mirror attached to the inside of my closet door. I hurried back to my bedroom, bouncing in places where before I hadn't even had places. When I stood in front of the reflecting surface my mouth fell open. That mouth had very full lips. And the eyes that were checking them out had long curling lashes. My face was... sexy. And framed between cascades of wavy blond hair. My body was what my male self would have called 'hot'. Except that now what I was gaping at was ME. A turn to the side confirmed that my butt really did stick out as far as I had thought. Honestly, it was even further. When I bounced on my heels, those new contours that had magically appeared danced to the up-and-down tempo.

Wait. Magically. I had told myself that they had shown up magically. And Beth, along with her two equally deluded friends had tried to work magic on me. So I would believe they could do it. Impossible as it seemed, that was the only explanation I could think of. Feeling like a character from Kafka, I pulled on my robe, which wouldn't stay fully closed over that big bust, and grabbed my phone. Hitting Beth's number, I waited impatiently for her to pick up.

When she said hello, I blurted out, "Beth, I have to talk to you." My voice was high and wispy, as if I was a slightly-out-of-breath girl. "Oh no. I don't even sound like me."

Sounding totally innocent, she asked, "Who is this?"

"It's me," I whispered urgently. "Johnny. Your brother."

"Do you mean my brother who doesn't believe in magic? The who loves to ridicule me and The All Girls Magic Club?"

"Yes," I squeaked in distress. "Something happened to me."

"Honestly? Well, I hope it was something good."

That was when she ended the call. I sat there and stared at my phone in my slender fingers. At the same time, I couldn't help seeing my overgrown breasts trying to push their way out of the robe. I felt sorry for myself and moaned. Then my phone buzzed. I answered it eagerly.

A pre-recorded voice said, "You have been selected for a special reward."

That seemed ironic, considering what had happened to me. On the other hand, I'd had the same call many times before. I got as far as the kitchen, not sure why I was going there, when the phone buzzed again. This time I checked the number and it was Beth.

"Beth," I said, hating how girly I sounded now. "I'm in trouble here."

"Do you believe in magic?"

"What?"

She repeated the question. I said I did and she agreed to listen to me. My sister told me she would have been willing to help, but something else had taken place. Mary and Sue had been deeply offended by some things I'd said in the past and weren't satisfied that they had been paid back enough. It turned out that Mary had a cousin called Stone who came around once a month to conduct some sort of business in town. What it was no one knew and they weren't in a hurry to ask because he had a reputation for shady dealings and outbursts of temper. The other two members of The Magic Club had arranged a blind date for him... with me.

"I can't do that," I protested. "I'm a guy." "He won't know that."

"What if he figures it out? If I do something to give myself away?"

"Then you'll be in big trouble. So you had better be extremely careful to stay in character. For starters, you need a female name. So instead of Johnny you can be... Jenny. There you go. See? This is going to work out fine."

"But I can't... I'm not..."

"Now, now, Jenny," she soothed. "If he gets too insistent on going all the way, you can tell him it's your time of the month. Right?"

"This isn't fair."

"Sometimes things happen that we can't foresee. Now Stone will be picking you up from our place at eight tomorrow. After all, Saturday IS date night. How about if I take a personal day off from work and come fetch you? Unless you'd rather get here on your own."

"I can't do that. I'm... I look like... My clothes won't..."

She giggled. "I'll bring you something to wear, big brother. Or should I say big sister?"

"This isn't funny," I told her, with my lower lip protruding and aquiver.

"Not to you, it isn't. See you around noon."

I sat and fretted for a while. Then I found a sweat suit that could accommodate my new contours, though that big bust and butt still made their outlines clear. I pulled my hair back and clumsily tied it with a lace taken from one of my dress shoes, which was the only thing I could think of to use. Then I put on socks and my athletic shoes. They were too loose, my feet having been apparently shrunk like my hands. Two pairs of sweat socks made them fit better. I paced around and finally decided I had to eat something, no matter how nervous my stomach was. The only thing that appealed to me was ice cream. I sat in front of the TV

with some mindless talk show on, shoveling double-chocolate between my plumped up lips and lamenting my dilemma. Before I knew it I had a bellyful of ice cream. Putting the nearly empty box away, I checked and saw I still had a lot of time before Beth arrived. So I watched more TV.

After what seemed like forever she showed up. When she saw me she smiled widely.

"This is just too much," she said happily. "I mean, you can't ever say magic isn't real now."

"Please. This is serious. I don't want anyone to see me like this."

"Well, I stopped by a thrift shop and grabbed you some things. Mary and Sue will buy you some new stuff to wear on your date... Jenny."

"Do you have to call me that?"

"I have to get you used to answering to it. Or would you rather take a chance on Stone figuring out what's hiding between your legs?"

"NO! That's the last thing I want."

"Than you had better be very cooperative, and doing whatever us magic girls think is best. Starting by wearing what I say, instead

of those unflattering sweats. And don't forget, you're also dependent on us to change you back."

That hadn't struck me up until that moment. I crossed my arms under those heavy breasts to give them some support. "Okay. Anything you decide on."

"Good girl."

She paused while I got upset for an instant and quickly reversed my attitude. I told myself I just had to get through this evening and then tomorrow night. After that they would return me to being Jeffrey and I could put this nightmare into the past.

I wanted to know, "What do we do now?"

"We get you into my car. Just give me your wallet and keys. That way there's less evidence of who you actually are."

"What if someone recognizes me while I'm leaving?"

"Honestly? You think someone could make the connection?" She put her hands under my boobs and jounced them up and down on her palms. "With these beauties in constant motion? And that big ass pushing out against the seat of your pants? I wouldn't worry about any cases of unmistaken identity."

"All right," I conceded, still not happy about having to be seen like that, even if no one knew it was me.

I gave Beth my wallet and keys, which she dropped into her shoulder bag. Then I had to change. She had found a long-out-of-style top, white with an oversized collar and ruffles down the front. There was also a pleated black skirt. I got into those and realized she hadn't gotten me anything for underneath. My boobs still shifted around when I moved, and a strong gust of wind could blow that skirt up to reveal the lack of panties and presence of what had once been a dick.

We strolled out of my unit and down the front walk, to where her car was parked curbside. She unlocked her door and got in. I stood on the passenger side while traffic rolled by, wishing I could simply vanish. Leaving me out there, she took her time putting the key into the ignition, turning it on, checking her lipstick in the rear view mirror, and freshening it up, all while my agitation grew. But she held all the power in this situation and I didn't dare to anger her. The possibility of being stuck as Jenny was harrowing. When she unlocked my side and I got in, I had to repress my feelings and wordlessly buckle my seatbelt.

We got to her house. All I wanted was to be inside where no curious eyes could spot me. But Beth insisted on having me rehearse a feminine gait. I had to go up and down the sidewalk, paralleling the street, with my shapely hips swinging and round bottom swaying. I took small steps, placing one foot in front of the other. She even had me put one hand on my hip and hold the other out with a limp wrist. Women hadn't had that body language for years, if ever. Still, I was in no position to debate the

topic. When we did get indoors I was wrung out. I sat on an overstuffed armchair and she made me draw back my feet and cross my ankles. There followed lessons on getting up and sitting down, expressing myself with my hands while I spoke, and using a decidedly non-macho vocabulary, to go with my unmanly voice.

When I said I had to visit the bathroom she announced that she would accompany me. That was uncomfortable and I didn't see any point to it. When we got there and I lifted my skirt, she got her first look at my penis, or what remained of it.

"Whoa." Her eyes were wide. "It's like they took the shaft and left only the head. Or part of it."

"What do you mean by 'they'? Shouldn't it be 'we'? It was you and the other two who did this to me."

"No, it was us who initiated it. We summoned the Listeners and asked them to change you. They can hear our thoughts, so they knew about your habit of ridiculing magic. That did not make them happy. Anyway, we just said to make you girly and left the details to them. They proceeded with malicious prejudice, if that's the right term."

"And left me with no cock."
"Which is why you have to sit down to pee, Jenny."

I realized she was correct. My cheeks burned with shame as I sat my wide rump on the toilet seat. It felt so different. I angled my hips so the stream would go into the water.

When I was done, Beth pointed out, "You can't just give it a shake any more, dear. Now you have to take a few squares of toilet tissue and blot where the tinkles come out."

Did she have to talk to me that way? And watch while I followed her instructions? After doing that I got up but let the paper fall onto the floor. Then I had to bend down to retrieve what I'd dropped. The considerable weight of my tits made me feel like I was going to topple forward. I kept my balance but not my dignity.

My sister decided, "The kitchen sink is loaded with dirty dishes and it's your turn to wash them."

I almost raised an objection but caught myself at the last moment. Using my girly gait, I followed her there, put on big rubber gloves, and got busy. Beth set up the coffee maker and started it. She sat and called on her phone.

"Hey, Mary. I've got The Enchanted Princess at our place. No, she's not trying to debunk magic anymore. A cute blouse and skirt. I'm sure she'll be thrilled with whatever you pick for her hook-up with Stone. And will pay you back for it later. Uh, hum. Yeah, and I made sure she knew to sit down when she did it. Hold on, I'll ask." To me she said, "Are you hungry?"

"No," I answered sullenly over my shoulder. Then I amended that to, "No thank you. But I appreciate you asking."

Beth told Mary, "And she's even learning some manners. Oh, I settled on Jenny. Jewel was a close runner-up." She laughed. "You're right. Stone and Jewel would have been funny. And now she's concerned that he'll try to grab her by the pussy and find One-Eye Willy, or what's left of him. You did? Well, tell me about it when you get here. Okay. Talk to you then."

I kept washing dishes. Beth poured herself a cup of coffee and added cream. The scent was delightful but I didn't ask for any. After the dishes were done, my sister suddenly remembered that the baseboards were in urgent need of wiping down. She tossed me a rag and told me where to start. Eventually Mary and Sue got home. They each carried a full shopping bag, which bore the names of women's fashion stores in the nearby mall. I shuddered to think what they might hold. Before anything could happen with those, however, the new arrivals wanted a close-up look at my transformed physiognomy. They went and got coffee and we gathered in the living room. With them and Beth watching, I had to strip down to the skin. My smooth hairless epidermis. Mary and Sue traded quips.

"Stone won't be able to keep his big paws off Jenny." "He might get his mouth on her perky nipples."

"And -- turn around, sweetie -- OMG! -- he'll be all about grabbing that booty."

"He might accidently get hold of that teeny peeny. It's so incredibly SMALL."

"But would still be a BIG surprise."
Very upset, I said, "We can't let that happen."

"Well," Mary offered, "I spoke to one of the Listeners about it." She turned to Beth and said, "Did you tell him -- I mean her -- about the Listeners?"

"I explained them to Jenny."

"So anyway, the Listener told me that they could make our girl 100% female. Give her the main part of a sex change tonight, while she sleeps. If that's what we want. You know, because we care so much and want to protect her from a misunderstanding with Stone."

"Would there be any side effects?" Beth was curious to know.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot. That's sort of important. Once she goes full-pussy, it can't be changed back without the granting of a lot of special dispensations and some other extra-dimensional legal maneuvering. But I don't think they'd do that after finding out what a jerk he was about magic."

They were talking about the future of my penis as if it was a decision between ham or turkey on a sandwich. I burst out, my female voice shrill from emotions, "But when they make me back now, I mean from the way I am now, I'll still have my whole dick. Won't I?"

Mary creased her brow and pursed her lips, as if trying to remember some small and unimportant fact. Then she abruptly aimed her index finger upward. "I remember now. I was told that when they change you back, you'll lose hardly anything. Like a quarter of an inch."

My heart dropped. It was wasn't much but the relationship between a man and his penis is complex. We don't want to give up even a sliver of what we've got. I was a proud six inches when hard, before this craziness. Five and three-quarter inches wasn't much of a reduction but it was a lot to me. Their eyes, merry and not at all concerned, told me that they felt quite differently. My shoulders sagged in defeat. This was one more set-back I was going to have to accept.

Beth said, "You're slouching. Shoulders back, boobs out. Now let's see you in some of your new fashions."

They made me carry the bags to the bedroom, where they took out several items. First I had to try on a sheer pink nighty that wouldn't reach past my waist. It went on over my head and slid down over my breasts, teasing my nipples as it slithered over

them. I squirmed and felt my tiny dick trying to respond. My overblown bust held the front of the see-through lingerie away from my ribs and tummy. Then came the matching panties, which covered barely anything. My penis made the tiniest bump in the crotch and my buttocks were more out than in. I had to slink around in that, letting the women feel its smoothness and, at the same time, touch me. Despite the awful circumstances I was becoming aroused. My nipples were noticeably stiff.

Next I had to strip out of that and put on a naughty clinging dress of some stretchy material, that had cut-outs fore and aft. The one in front framed a maximum of boob cleavage. The other showed off almost as much butt cleavage. They made me assume erotic poses and bend forward to wag my bottom at them.

After that I was given a preview of how I would be dressed to go out with Stone. There was a low-cut top that was tight enough above to show off my twin charms, but not so much that it would prevent him from getting his hands under the scoop neckline. The material below was relaxed enough for him to get his hands under the bottom, giving him alternate access to my knockers. Mary and Sue demonstrated how those two routes would work, paying special attention to my nipples. They soon had me whimpering with need.

"It's true what the Listener told me. When they gave you this new look, they also made your erogenous zones highly receptive. Too bad that when they gave you the puny dick, they took away your ability to ejaculate."

Then I had to wriggle into a pair of mini-shorts that squished my shrunken balls against my body. Walking in them was uncomfortable but, as they pointed out, their snugness would discourage Stone from going pussy hunting. They got me out of that outfit to keep it fresh for my encounter with the mystery date. What I was to sleep in was a pair of girl's retro PJs. They had short sleeves and legs, and were decorated with colorful polka dots on a white background. Worse, the top was cut off so short that the undersides of my hooters peeked out.

"You know," Sue said mischievously, "we should check to make sure that Jenny definitely can't cum with her mini-dick."

"Right," agreed Mary. "So Stone doesn't catch on."

The two of them closed in on me. They took hold of my arms and drew even nearer. Suddenly I had Sue licking my ear and Mary tickling my tummy. They ran their hands all over me, paying special attention to my massive mammary mounds and especially those sensitive nipples. I was soon crying out from overstimulation and the unfulfillable needs it produced and amplified. Sue moved her thigh between my legs and rubbed it against my trapped genitals. That had me whimpering from denied relief. By the time they let go I was shivering all over and sniffling, my unemptied testicles hurting.

"Guess she really can't cum," Beth concluded.

"Now let's put you to bed, Jenny," said Sue. "And you can try to relax," Mary advised.

Of course there was no way I knew of for me to unwind after all that tantalizing. They told me it would make me more convincing if I was horny on my date.

"But you also need to be well rested," Beth decided. "Which I can take care of with a simple sleep spell."

She placed her thumb on my forehead and murmured some words under her breath. My eyelids grew heavy. They peeled the clothes off, backed me up to the bed, and got me onto the mattress. The last thing I remembered was covers being pulled over my abbreviated sleepwear. At least magic had done one good thing for me.

The next day I spent hours unhappily anticipating the time I would share with Stone. The girls made sure I ate light meals and moved around afterwards. They conducted several teasing sessions that got me keyed up all over again. There was a shower and being dried off by Mary and Sue with big fluffy towels. I was dusted all over with fragrant powder, applied with big puffs. By then it was down to two hours until Stone was due to arrive.
They fussed with my blond hair and got it fresh and bouncy. Then came the outfit I had tried on the night before. With no bra, of course. A few spritzes of perfume followed.

Beth put a paper bib on me and the others went to work with cosmetics. There was eyebrow pencil, mascara, eye liner, shade for my lids, blush, and carnival-red lipstick. They slid colorful shoes onto my feet and buckled their ankle straps. The footwear had thick platforms that were easier to walk on than stiletto heels would be. When they let me see myself in a long mirror I was stunned. If I were still a guy I would be all over me. It wasn't difficult to guess how Stone would react.

"Now remember," Beth mentioned. "If he wants to get into your panties, just tell him it's your time of the month."

"But," I said fearfully, "he might want me to do something else instead."

"If he does," Beth suggested with mock seriousness, "just tell him you're not that kind of girl."

That didn't sound good. Before I could think about it much more, I heard a car pull up out front. Beth said she would use a love spell on Stone, or at least a sex spell. She chuckled.

"It will make him more agreeable to not going all the way. Wouldn't want the big guy to come knocking at your back door." She patted me on the shoulder. "If you'd like, I can put a similar spell on you. Make you enjoy your time with Mr. Magic. Of course, it could also make you want more of the same, which might not be what you're hoping for."

"No, please. No spells for me."

"All right, Jenny. Now go hide in the bedroom for five minutes. It's always good to make a guy wait."

I did as told and heard a loud thumping knock and the door being opened. The girls voices were joined by a very deep one. After a few minutes of chatter, Beth called me.

"Jenny. Girl. Your date is here."

As I came into the room I got my first eyeful of Stone. He was built like a military vehicle and dressed like a nightclub bouncer, in a muscle shirt and black jeans, feet in purple kicks. He was tall, broad in the shoulders, narrow in the hips, and muscular everywhere. He had a heavy brow, small nose, and boxy jaw. Mary introduced me to her cousin.

I said, "Hello," trying not to sound as scared as I was.

He said, "Yo," demonstrating how articulate he could be.

I was swept along by circumstances as he led me out the door and to his sporty car. Sitting in the bucket seat, my dress rode up over my bare thighs. I was very aware that, with his superior height, Stone had a good view of my cleavage. Once we started moving, the tops of my boobs jiggled non-stop, giving him an inviting sight.

Stone said, "Mary was real nice to set you up with me." He plopped his bear-paw of a hand atop my upper leg.

"Yes," I agreed in a breathy whisper. "She's a good friend."

We drove in silence for another ten minutes, him steering one-handed while giving my thigh occasional squeezes. My stress level kept rising. Then he pulled off the main highway and onto a two lane that went straight and narrow into a thickly wooded area. I was liking this less and less, and considering how little I'd liked it to start with, that was saying a lot. Unexpectedly, set back slightly from the blacktop, a roadhouse tavern appeared. I caught a quick look at their sign, which identified it as All the Way Inn. Stone swung into their drive, went around the low building, and found a spot in their mostly full lot.

His hand left my thigh but then went to the back of my neck. His other hand detached his seatbelt and then mine. He leaned over and, drawing my head forward, locked his lips on mine. A thick muscular tongue shoved its way into my mouth and explored, as if searching for some well-hidden treasure. I reflexively tried to draw away but had no power over his restraining hand. He kept jabbing his tongue around and grabbed my breast at the same time. Against my will, the hypersensitive nipple responded and I felt myself grinding my boob against his grabby hand. That went on, with variations, for at least five minutes. He took my wrist and put my hand between his legs. The outline of his cock was unmistakable. It was long and thick and semi-hard. I did not want to learn how much bigger it got when it was fully rigid.

Stone abruptly broke off the kiss and took back his questing hand. I sighed in relief but it came out sounding like an expression of passion.

He opened his door and said, "Come on. Let's go in."

I had to get out on my own. He was definitely not the gentlemanly type. My head was spinning from his spirited advances and I nearly lost my balance. When I caught up to him he put an arm across my shoulders. We entered that way. The place was dimly lit but I could see disreputable types on every barstool and others at most of the tables. The women were even raunchier than the men. He steered me over to a vacant table near the back. A girl with a piled-up, bleached-blond hairdo and a dirty apron came over to us.

She said, "Hey, Stone. We just saw you when you made your monthly check-up. But now here you are again."

He said, "Yeah, Crystal. I got a date."

Crystal eyed me with what might have been envy or possibly pity. She chewed her gum and said to him, "You want your regular?"

"Yeah."
"And for your friend?"

"She needs to relax. Have Ace give her the same." "Can do."

I noticed several guys covertly checking me out. They were a cross between bikers, truckers and jungle fighters, with a touch of cowboy added in here and there. None of them spied on me more than once, probably because Stone was glaring back at them. Crystal returned with two short wide glasses. I got the impression that, whatever my date's connection was to this place, he wasn't required to pay. The big man took a swallow from his and turned expectantly to me. I cautiously tasted. It was definitely strong. With Stone's gaze on me I took several more sips. He gave me a lopsided smile. I drank a little more. Already it was going to my head.

He decided, "We'll finish our drinks and get out of here." "Would you like to... I don't know... go to a movie?"

"Not really. I got a friend who loaned me his place for a few hours. He's working the late shift."

"Oh. Okay. Maybe watch some TV."
"Or not. I can think of better things to do."

This might be a good time to let him hear my excuse for not going all the way. "I should mention, um, Stone, that it's... you know... my time of the month."

He curled his lip. Then it was as if he was having an internal debate. Maybe the magic was influencing his thinking.

In the end he said, "All right."

We slowly lowered the level in our glasses. I was getting positively buzzed. He didn't appear affected at all. I noticed his eyes going toward something behind me. When I swiveled around I was facing the booths along the back wall. Nothing appeared unusual until I spotted a pair of feet, shod in high-heel boots, protruding from under the table, toes down and soles showing. There was a glimpse of a big bottom in tight leopard-print slacks. Opposite the mostly hidden figure, sitting up, was a guy with a satisfied smirk beneath his dark, walrus mustache. Was the girl giving a...? And the guy getting the...?

Stone just said, "Guess she's on the rag too."

After our drinks were gone we headed back to his car. He repeated his crude make-out moves before getting us onto the road again. His friend's home was even further down that dark stretch, reached by turning off onto an unpaved access road. It was a dilapidated old house with a sagging front porch. Being so far from anyone else added to my anxiety. We entered the place and it was only slightly better on the inside. Stone put on one

light and sat down on the couch, then turned on the TV to some sports channel. I sat next to him.

He pulled me close and said, "Well?"

Okay. The hulking caveman expected a blowjob. I was trapped in a sexy female body and deeply fearful of him discovering my true gender, or what was left of it. We were miles from anywhere and I didn't even have the option of walking home in the dark. I took a deep breath and put my hand on his muscular thigh. He massaged the back of my neck, at the same time using just enough pressure to tell me I'd better get my head down where he wanted it PDQ. I undid his belt and opened his pants, then lowered his fly. He stood and I tugged down his jeans and shorts at the same time. There was his cock, in the flesh, as big as I had pictured it and more.

"Lose that top," he said.

I got out of it and there were my big tits, just waiting for more handling. He was happy to take advantage of their availability and soon his prick was growing. He gave me another open-mouthed kiss and his tool rose. It passed the nine inch mark, with a heavy knob at the end. I swallowed uncomfortably. Pinching my nipple, he dragged me down by one breast until the tip of his member grazed my nose. This was really going to happen. I opened my lips and then closed them on his thick shaft, just behind the head. My tongue was pressed against the floor of my mouth but I was still able to slide it back and forth, which

made him groan approvingly. I swirled it around the widest part of the 'helmet' and he grunted with pleasure.

"Come on," he growled. "Take more."

Inhaling through my nose, working my bottom backwards to improve the angle of my approach, I lowered my head, taking him into the back of my throat. When my gag reflex should have been triggered it wasn't. That could only be the magic at work. I kept going, moving him deep into my esophagus, feeling invaded and used. I backed off him so I could take a proper breath, got onto my knees, and descended again. That turned into a slow rhythm, going up and down like one end of a see-saw.

"Take your time, bitch," he snarled. "Don't rush me. Back off and lick my balls."

As happy as I was to get him out of my windpipe, I wasn't pleased with what I had to do next. Putting my face down between the tops of his legs forced me to inhale his male musk. I lapped his big scrotum while my fingers, wrapped around his considerable girth, tightened and loosened, over and over, to keep him hard. Then, improvising, I licked my way up the underside of his cock. Gave my tongue a workout on the head. And engulfed the entire monster again. It continued like that, with me mixing up my techniques to prolong his enjoyment. After what seemed like an hour he started to breath hard and held onto my long hair. I sealed my lips around his cock and bobbed up and down, my mouth and throat like a snug wet pussy. Stone muttered a few

words to himself, let out an animal cry, and blasted his load against the roof of my mouth. There was so much cream that I had trouble gulping it down. A little leaked from the corner of my lips. I took one big disgusting swallow and released him. My hand was still around his root, so I used it to slowly coax out the final drops of salty semen, which I slurped off the tip of his pecker. His potent cock at last laid down, draped across his thigh.

He told me, "Lay your head down there. Clean me off. I'm gonna just close my eyes for a minute."

With my cheek resting above his knee, I gently lapped at his cock, using short strokes, touching him with just the end of my tongue. Holding it gingerly by the end, I moved it this way and that so I could reach every sticky inch of it. He had let his head fall back and was in a half-sleep. I finished my unwelcome job and just lay there, his manhood intrusively close to my face. After maybe a quarter hour he murmured for me to clean behind his foreskin. He was circumcised but I peeled back what was there and got busy on the ridge behind his corona. Licking like a kitten I felt him engorging at half-speed. Oh no. I was getting him aroused again.

Stone had me stand in front of him and bend over so he could reach my boobs. He tweaked my nipples, didn't let go, and tugged down on them one at a time, left-right-left.

"Just like milking a cow." He laughed at his feeble joke.

Unfortunately for me, as sensitized as my libido was, his touch sent waves of stimulation rippling through my system. I purred delightedly. Stone chuckled at my reaction. Then he ordered me onto my knees on the threadbare carpet, so he could have a front-row view of my efforts.

The second blowjob I gave him took even longer. It was a marathon session of self degradation as I had to coo over his cock ("So big." "I can't resist it." "The best I've ever seen." "I'm in love with your pole."), place kisses all over it, and massage his balls while lavishing special attention on just the head. To make it even worse, that nipple manipulation had me so turned on that my system was buzzing with positive feelings the entire time. He eventually made me finish him with my hand, mouth stretched wide, so that he shot his spunk onto my tongue. The final spurts were less powerful and also hit my lower lip and chin. I gagged down most of his output and had to lick off my lip, use an index finger below that, and suck off the digit. By the end I was riddled with shame.

He chortled at me and said, "There's always some beers in the fridge. Get me one."

I did it and he drank unhurriedly from the bottle, his attention back on the sports program. I sat next to him while he idly pawed my leg. Fears of being found out rushed back into my mind. It was like the last few hours had stretched on endlessly. After he was done his beer and had gone and relieved his bladder, we left. For the entire ride back I couldn't stop replaying every detail in

my mind. The taste of cum was still thick on my tongue. Would I ever be able to live it all down? My only consolation was that this was a one-time occurrence. We got back to the girls' rented home and I was unceremoniously let off at the curb. Once inside, I was surrounded by the magic users. They herded me into the living room. I asked to be allowed to at least rinse out my mouth but they said I had to tell them everything about my night before I was allowed to do that.

With all of them listening intently, I stammered and blubbered out every shameful detail. They confirmed that the Listeners had eliminated my gag reflex so I could fully please Stone, and made a point to add that the alteration was permanent.

"It could have been temporary," I told them. "Because I'll never need it again, thank goodness."

Beth suddenly wore a pained expression. "There's a kind of complication with that, Jenny."

Mary went on, "While we were in touch with the Listeners, to thank them, they learned some more about how long you've been tormenting us about our beliefs."

Sue delivered the bad news, "So they decided your punishment has to go on longer. With more dates."

My sister brightened, "And since Stone is always in the area at the same time every month, you can just see him whenever he's in

town. And because his visits are four weeks apart, you can keep using the excuse about your period. That'll keep him from expecting more than just your new oral skills. Our love spell will also help to make him go along with the idea of no nookie, like it did tonight."

In desperation I asked, "How long will this go on?"

"Only for a year," Beth assured me. "Then it will be all over."

"That's eleven more times. Being turned into a near-woman. Having to go out with that... that gorilla. And..." My heart missed a beat. Or two. I had to know, "Will my dick shrink every time I'm turned back into a guy?"

"Yeah," Beth said without much sympathy in her tone. "It's built into the system. Magic does have its rules."

"But... but..." I did the math in my head. "Twelve times at a quarter of an inch each time, adds up to..." I rechecked the numbers, hoping I'd been wrong, but it came out the same. "I'll lose an inch every four months. That's three inches total."

Beth gave a helpless shrug. "Sorry about that, brother. But at least you had a full six to begin with. So that means you'll still be left with..." She appeared to do a quick mental calculation. Then she winced. "Um... three inches. And your dick will get proportionately skinnier, too."

"OMG," I squeaked in my Jenny voice. "I'll be a gut but I'll never be able to have a girlfriend once I'm like that."

"True, but that might not matter. Some of what happens when you're with Stone will become imprinted on your consciousness. And because your body registers erotic stimulation so strongly while you're Jenny, you'll want to repeat what was happening when you felt that way."

"You mean I'm going to want to... suck a bunch of guys dicks?"

"Oh, no, no, no," Beth said as if she was giving me good news. "Only super-size ones like you told us Stone's is."

"But I don't want to suck ANY dicks. I'm not gay."

"You won't WANT to, Johnny. You'll just be compelled to. That's if it sticks. Which it probably will." She held out her hands fatalistically. "You'll be a guy with a three-incher, who's straight, but has an addiction to gobbling cocks, exclusively king-sized ones. There might be an upside to that, but I can't figure out what it could be."

"There is SOME good news," Mary offered. "At least he won't be tormenting us anymore."

"Right," added Sue. "Or ever doubting the power of The All Girls Magic Club."

That didn't make me feel any better. Not even a tiny bit. *********