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Bewitched
🕑 Added 2022-08-29 01:53:01 +0000 UTC
Exactly one hour after the witch left the apartment he unfroze and the numbness stopped. It had felt much longer to him, not being able to move, just left to his thoughts and the mirror on the wall in front of him. His greatest immediate worry had been to be stuck like that forever, but his runner up was to just fall over once the spell broke, legs asleep from standing still for so long, and crash into the floor. That didn't happen. He felt fully in control as soon as the spell broke, but he was unprepared for the assault of sensory impulses from his body and was unable to suppress the mix of moan and shout he made. He should have been prepared, because he was there the whole time, knowing everything she did.
It surprised him how angry she became when she came back out from the bathroom and he told her good night and a safe walk home. She told him, swaying and slurring, that he "should shut up and fucking pay attention". That's when he couldn't move anymore. He wasn't frozen like a statue, just unable to tell his body what to do. "You really are as stupid as you look, fucking loser. I walked all this way just to be thrown out!" He wanted to say she too lived nearby, that's what she had told him, and he happily let her use his toilet, but that's all she asked for.
"What the fuck did you think I wanted?! You're like the first boy to think too little about sex." She took a step back to look him over better, but the wall was a few inches too close that she backed into it with a soft thud. She didn't appear to notice and stared at him with a weird look of superiority. Suddenly his clothes fell to the floor, as if he no longer was there, and landed around him and under his feet. "Let's fix this first," she said and grabbed his cock and balls. He couldn't see what was happening, frozen as he was, nor could he feel anything as the whole body had gone numb. Only when she stepped back again, with another thud against the wall, could he see himself in the hall mirror. His penis looked about the same as before, perhaps a little bit longer, but the balls were noticeably larger.
"I bet now you won't turn down a girl again," she said and grabbed the bathroom door handle to steady herself. "What else do girls like?" she wondered out loud and started to walk around him. She stopped to the side, slightly behind him. He could still follow her by looking in the mirror. "Taller for sure," and he could see himself gaining height, "and more muscles. They say they don't like it, but as soon they get within sight of a wide chest and arms they won't look any other direction."
Even before his new height had fully settled he could see his arms and chest starting to slowly inflate, followed by his legs. He wasn't just inflated like a balloon, but clearly things were happening beneath the skin and muscles too because occasionally there would be sudden snaps like something shifted, perhaps the position of bones or exactly where a muscle was attached. She was in control, as much as could be where she was drunkenly swaying next to him, but changes tended to happen where she looked at him.
"Your face is cute. Makes you look dumb, confused, and kind." She stepped closer. "Perhaps something to make you look like you've moved out from your mum." She pinched his earlobes and instantly metal plugs appeared in punched out holes in his ears. "And some hair," she said as she turned and walked back to lean against the wall. A light coating of hair sprouted on his previously smooth chest.
"There, that's better isn't it? Now you'll..." She stopped and her eyes widened. "You're a fucking rapist aren't you?! Luring women into your home and then..." She wobbled again, and stopped talking as her thoughts collided with her previous thoughts. "Let's put in some emergency brakes," she said and pinched both his nipples. Instantly two shiny nipple piercings dangled from his now substantial chest. "And," she grabbed his dick again, "don't get an erection unless someone gives you permission."
She turned around and started to leave, but halfway out the door she took a step back in. "Take an hour to think about how to treat a woman properly," and she left, closing the door very, very gently.
Now that he was free he was filled with a rush of sensations. He had never felt so horny ever before in his life. He was amazed his dick didn't physically vibrate, but it felt like it almost did. His balls felt tender and almost aching, and his nipples were definitely aching. He took a step away from where he had been looking at himself for the past hour. His body felt alien to him. His first thought was sluggish, but that wasn't really correct. He actually felt fast and stronger than ever before, but he had to move differently as muscles collided with muscles when he moved.
He touched his limp dick and got an almost overpowering response of sensations. "Unless someone gives you permission" echoed in his mind. Fuck, he thought. He would have to wake up his boyfriend and explain a lot.
Comments
God, I fucking love this story.
