Magic Cock 3

"Yep, his pussy dripping with cum and dumber than a horny bimbo, that's how I found Luke. As for Mike, he was long gone by the time I returned to check on them. His escape is still something that concerns me. He's the only one besides you two who know what powers I wield. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have turned him back! Some unsuspecting soul walking around the neighborhood would've been good enough for Luke to try on his powers!"

"Umm, Luke? Sorry remind me again who we're talking about," the middle-aged medical professor nervously asked, fully aware of what James was capable of. For it was I who was there on that fateful day in the lab when the accident occurred and left James with his mysterious yet powerful magic cock. Now James has found his way onto the University campus again and into my doctor's office, asking for assistance with his master plan. He wanted to find a way for those who inherited the powers of the magic cock to not accidentally turn themselves into airheaded sluts when they looked at their cocks through a mirror. Under normal circumstances, I would never think of assisting James with his wicked plan. However, the threat to dozens of my patients in the waiting room left me with little choice. Hopefully, with my dumb question, I can distract James long enough to grab a hand mirror lying on my desk nearby.

"Who's Luke? You know...the first-year student in your biology class. The guy whose cock I don't want turning against him. Come on, doc, the guy we've been discussing for the past 5 minutes! Anyhow, let's run some tests on your intern here."

"N...Nnn...NO!!! Please don't hurt me!! I'm just an intern! I have nothing to do with this!! Please, I'm begging you, man!!" the skinny teen helplessly pleaded as James removed his belt and unbuckled his pants.

"You might want to close your eyes, old man."

I grasp the mirror's handle with tremendous force behind my back while furiously closing my eyes. William was a good boy. He was not the brightest intern but a hard worker who had the potential to succeed in anything he put his mind to. His soft moans, echoing off the white walls of the office, only filled me with more rage and motivation to put a stop to this son of a bitch.

"HEY JAMES!!" I yell while lunging forward and grabbing James by the arm to turn him around. Still holding the mirror, I push my arm out to give James a full view of his reflection. 

"WHAT!! NOOO!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!" James yelled out in despair.

"I'm sorry, James, but someone has to end this." I triumphantly exclaim. Opening my eyes, fully expecting a hot pornstar woman to be where James was standing, I shockingly gasped as a cock filled my field of vision. I let out a soft moan as my body shifts and morphs under my white lab coat and black pants. Only to be replaced by a tight black sexy dress and dark blue collar shirt holding back my sprouting tits. I can feel the effects of the mental changes taking root, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I fully succumbed to being a hungry cum slut for James. 

"Wow, did you really think that was going to work, doc?! Of course, a cheap trick like that wouldn't work on me. Still, I do hate that you betrayed me out of all people. Guess you're just going to have to join your twin sister here in sucking my cock. Strange but sexy how you two turned out identical!"

"Professor, what is happening to me...why do I feel...giggle...like sucking this handsome man's cock....Mmmmm, please, master, let me taste your cock!! I want it so bad right now!!"

William was no longer there. Replaced in mind and body as a horny bimbo bent to Jame's will. Those with lower intelligence usually gave into the mental changes quicker, which explains why I'm still able to fight for a bit longer. This new body felt alien to me. My tiny feet fit perfectly in my glossy heels, and my soft blonde hair swayed left and right with my every movement. However, the most alien of all sensations were my tits, ass, and pussy. I mean, just look at it. Pushing it outwards stretched my tight black dress to its absolute limit as it beautifully accentuated my womanly curves and childbearing hips. I'm sure that sexy man over there can see how hot I am. Oh, I'm in such dire need of release. My pussy is aching to be filled by my master's perfect cock. No....Stop that!! Just a bit longer...I got to hold on just a bit longer...I need a new plan!!... Just a bit longer...longer...longer...mmmmmm, his cock is so long...! I need it right fucken now!!"

I dropped to my knees even though deep down my mind was screaming to resist, but my excitement and lust were too much to control. I eagerly suck the throbbing cock lost in a mist of desire and sweat. I don't even notice my clothes disappearing as warm sticky cum fills my mouth and covers my lips and chin.

"Your cum is so delicious, master! Oh, please give me more!" I beg, still holding onto his cock, but master only walks away and heads towards my twin sister. My hand is still suspended in the air holding the invisible shape of my master's cock as I dumbly stare with a stupid smile plastered across my face. Master slaps my sister's ass before he begins to fuck her silly. 

I finger myself as I watch my pretty sister gets pounded by our master over and over again. Eventually, we all orgasm at the same time. Shaking uncontrollably and my eyes rolling back, I fall over, laying on the cold floor of the office. I manage to catch a short glimpse of master smiling mischievously as he finds the computer controlling the tv screen in the waiting room.

Too dumb to understand the significance of that, I simply crawl onto the leather table, giving my master a full view of my glistening wet pussy in hopes that he will have sex with me next. The eruption of moans outside the office only makes me hornier and hungrier for that magic cock.

TG MAXXX: Panties

 

As you ride the escalator up to the second floor of the mall, in the corner of your eye, you catch the bright pink neon lights of a store you've never seen before. 

You think to yourself, "TG Maxxx, huh. I might find a nice windbreaker or a stylish jacket. It wouldn't hurt to take a quick look around."

Nearing the entrance, you can't help but notice the hyperrealistic mannequins encased behind the display windows. With smiles plastered on the frozen faces of familiar-looking women, you wonder, but only for a while, as you're quickly welcomed by cheerful Christmas music and blazing stage lights. You wander around the store for quite some time, but to no avail. All you find is women's clothing and garments. To your utter confusion, there also appear to be no other shoppers or workers, for that matter. Your only sense of company is the enduring glance of more hyperrealistic mannequins adorned with panties made up of all colors of the rainbow. 

"How big is this place! I swear I've been in this panties section forever!"

In frustration, you sprint toward the back of the store. Carelessly your right-hand brushes against a white lacy, cotton mesh panty placed neatly on display. The store around you rises upwards as your vision rushes to the cold floor.

"Did I fall? Good thing no one else is around. That would've been embarrassing. I don't feel like getting up, so I'll lie here for a while. I really need to hit the gym again. That run left me feeling extremely tired." 

Little do you know that your body has completely and fully transformed into the white panty you happened to touch. You also don't realize that your mind is slowly but surely being reduced to the consciousness of panties. You couldn't get up if you wanted to, but the comfiness of your new chemical makeup leaves you relaxed and carefree. All of a sudden, you hear the heavy footsteps and jingle of keys of someone approaching your location. 

"Oh, thank god. Finally, someone can pick me up and offer me some service here!" you think as you feel two large hands lift you up from what you still perceive as your shoulders but are actually your new silky side wings.

"You will look perfect on young Ksenya here," the manager chuckled as he brought you to a half-naked mannequin wearing black pantyhose.

"Umm, I don't know what you just said, and I won't even ask. Can you tell me where I can find some windbreakers?"

With no mouth to speak, your words never reach the manager's ears.

"Hey! Are you even listening? I said can you te-"

Suddenly you feel a fresh breeze pass through your hollow inside as the manager lifts you up the slender legs of Ksenya and wraps you around her waist, vagina, and butt. Your inner voice is cut off as well as your eyesight. A few minutes before, you would've been panicking, but now all you feel is a glowing pleasure as every fabric thread in your see-through body is stretched across the soft and squishy skin of Ksenya. You forget everything you said, and memories of your fall melt as you bask in the radiating glow of pleasure coursing through your body.

For the next few days, you come in and out of your trance as, for only a brief moment, you can peek into the outside world.

**Two days later:**

"That will be $25.95. Will you need a bag?"

**Three days later:**

"I have a huge crush on Matthew at school. He's just so cute!"

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You're awakened again by the sensation of dainty fingers massaging your updated pink fabric. A transformation that must have occurred while you were still in your trance. However, all of this doesn't concern you one bit as the teen massages her clit through your new body. Every rub amplifies the glowing pleasure you feel from fulfilling your purpose in life as panties. Eventually, you experience the most mind-numbing orgasm you have ever experienced, just as the girl lets out a high-pitched moan and squirts all over you.

Five days later:

"Rise and shine! I hope you enjoyed your little joy ride with Meggan; she was quite the naughty one before she became such a dirty school slut. Her high libido must have kept you busy. Now that you're back, I think white suits you better, wouldn't you agree?" the manager asked mockingly. You hear a loud snap of fingers followed by another heavenly orgasm. You lay helplessly on the ground as a skimpy white lacy panty ready to be filled.

"You'll be fully acquainted with Abigail and all her most personal parts in no time. Get comfortable because you two will be spending a lot of time with each other from now on. Or maybe I'll put you up for sale again, and this time, you can stay with the lucky babe who owns you. What do you think of that?" 

"So soft....just white....love hugging her ass....and pussy....feels....so....good," you dreamily mutter into the air as the beautiful girl fills you up in all the right places.

Caption Inspiration: BloodThorn

Private Tennis Lessons

My friend Dylan has always been a huge tennis fan. I can't really say the same for myself. My knowledge of tennis only goes as far as watching a few games of Serena Williams on tv. But that's not to say I'm clueless about the game, either. I get the general gist of it. You know, smack a small yellow ball over a net better than your opponent. Or is it a green ball? Whatever! I'm not going to have that stupid argument with Dylan again! 

Needless to say, I'm not very good at smacking a yellowish-green ball over a net. At least not better than Dylan. He's been clapping me every time we stepped on the court. But Dylan doesn't rub it all in my face. He's actually very supportive of me improving my game. Probably to make things fairer and to have someone else to practice with before his tournament games.

"Hey man, your groundstroke wasn't so bad that time. You're really improving. I would help train you, but I can only afford time for some quick matches before I have to meet up with my coach. But there's this personal trainer I've read about online who's apparently one of the best. He's got 5-star reviews across the board! I really think you should check him out!"

Personally speaking, I'm not the type of person to hire personal trainers for other sports I play, like soccer or golf. But hearing all these great things about this guy, in particular, from Dylan convinced me to give it a shot. And I don't regret that decision one bit. Sure his teaching methods are a bit odd and downright strange at times, but I've been seeing results since I started his program last week. Therefore I don't question it.

Today he said we were going to practice my stroke. So I packed my skimpy tennis bra, white boy shorts, and a girly tennis skirt. Strange, I know. Just don't tell Dylan about that part. Upon arriving at his private tennis court, I was met with the same odd question he asked at the beginning of every other practice session.

"So what will it be today, girly? Amelia, Madison, or Reilly?"

"Umm, how about Amelia today." I always felt extremely good after a good training session with the Amelia technique.

"Excellent choice, dear," my trainer smiled and winked as he handed me my tennis racket and ball. I couldn't help but bite my lips. He was so dreamy, and I loved how flirty he got during my practice. For the whole hour, I couldn't get my eyes off his crotch. He even caught me staring at his dick once. I tried to play it off by brushing my long blonde hair to the side as I quickly glanced away, but my flushed face wasn't doing me any favors.

*Jeez, girl, you're such a slut! Pull yourself together. Just cuz you're horny doesn't mean you should be thirsty over this hunk of a man!*

I was able to maintain my composure for the most part. Well, that was until we started working on my stance. Having my trainer's body all up against mine was driving me mad. His muscles massaged and rubbed against my soft sensitive skin. I felt a shiver move all across my body, but I was able to stop myself from uncontrollably squirming. But the moment his face was next to mine, his manly scent rose up my nose and into my head. I instinctively let out a soft feminine moan that, no matter what, would have eventually escaped my lips.

"It seems, cutie, that you're ready for the last part of your training today. Hurry up and pick up any loose balls lying around and meet me, you know where," my trainer whispered into my ear as he kissed my cheek lightly.

Giggling, I skipped around the court, picking up all the tennis balls as quickly as possible. As I bent over for my first ball, I felt a quick hand smack my firm ass. Letting out a cute yelp, I realized my pussy was getting so wet now I could hardly think straight.

When I finally finished, I found the sexy man in the bathroom of his luxurious mansion. I was practically drooling at this point. I only had one thing on my ditzy mind right now, to taste all of this man's delicious cum. Getting to work, I wrapped my plump lips around the tip and shaft of his throbbing cock. With a final grunt, the man shot his warm semen down the back of my throat, which I gladly swallowed in pleasure.

"You did great today, Amelia! I want you to; take a shower and, afterward, leave a five-star review on my website about how great your experience was today. Oh, and don't forget to schedule our next appointment. I'm sure your mind has slowly regained enough intelligence to complete these tasks. If you do good, I might even let you work on more than just your stroke next time!"

My mind was still a bit giddy, but I managed to conjure up the question. Maybe I should bring Dylan along for our next appointment.